Extra "Studies"

The Problem

Mike is a brilliant athlete, but then that is exactly what the lion takes great pride in. Whether it is rough and tumble American Football or frenetic soccer, the feline is always there with the pros. But now something about his work is troubling the teachers, he has been called to see the principal in his office.

After fuddling around with his claws for an artificially stretched out length of time he is finally called through to enter the office. He does so with his chest up high, knowing he is the best at what he does and not yet realising why he needs a word.

"Sit down Michael, we need a little chat."

The principal gestures to the only free seat in the room with her feathery hand. The teenage lion takes it and stares directly opposite Principal Macmillan. The hawk looks down at papers on her desk and sighs.

"I'm afraid your grades are slipping and you need to do something about them fast unless you want to be kept back a year."

"W-What? They can't be! I'm the best in my team, just last month in basketball I-"

"Your physical education is not the problem Michael, it is your academic one!" She cuts him off with the snappy reply and shows him the papers with Es and Fs peppered around in red ink.

Mike gets up and looks over the subjects: Biology, mathematics, philosophical studies, and half a dozen more he is failing in. He slumps back into his chair, tail tip flicking a little before he groans and slumps into his paws. Jesus, this can't be happening.

"But don't worry Michael, we have an idea on how to get you back on track. We want you to take new study time with a personal mentor."

"Great, who is that gonna be then?" Sarcasm and another, albeit less pronounced, groan from the lion as he slumps further back in his seat.

"Justin Hammersmith, he has agreed with giving you a helping paw- is something wrong?"

The look on the lion's face is that of total disbelief, his eyes wide with amber pupils glaring whilst his jaw hangs agape. Justin is the school's nerd, actually he is the school's king of nerds, the nerd that even other nerds think is nerdy. His geeky, nerdy, awkward social life is so alien to people that it almost exclusively consists of one member: himself. Mike lays his ears back and involuntarily growls in reflection of his state of contempt.

"There has got to be someone else, someone who, who, who..."

"This is what we have decided Mr. Jones, you will do it or you will be held back a year."

Mike gulps and drops his head a little, his ears moving back to their normal position. It is insulting, but he has little choice so the lion accepts Principal Macmillan's little plan for him. The hawk is pleased that he agrees to do it and gives him the details when and where he will meet up with the mouse: at his own home no less. I wonder if I still have that hoodie.

***

The Silver Lining

Later when the sun is set Mike is stood outside of the house where Justin lives with his family. He pulls tight on the cords which keep his hood down firmly over his head, every fibre of his body hoping that no one saw him come this way. He is going to have to see the nerdy mouse three times a week now, each time to be bored by academics.

The lion walks up the garden path and pauses before knocking on the front door. He shuffles around from one paw to the other until finally someone comes to the door. It is Justin's mother, the female cream furred mouse wearing oven mitts as she welcomes the cat inside.

"Come in Michael, Justin is waiting for you up in his room. Just head on up the stairs and its the second door on the left."

"Err, thanks Mrs. Hammersmith."

Mike steps inside and takes his shoes off, Justin's mother leaves him to go upstairs as she returns to the kitchen where something nice is cooking. The lion takes a moment to smell what he think is a delicious pie, delaying every step of the way. After closing the door and taking his hoodie off the feline sighs and starts walking up the stairs.

Each step is dark and foreboding, at the top his torture awaits. I am going to kill the Principal. Thoughts turn angry and destructive, atypical of a teenager really. He finally comes to the second door on the left, a menagerie of stickers cover its surface. Knocks once, no answer, knocks twice, the door opens by a fraction.

He blinks and peers through the crack with one emerald green eye, he catches movement but is unable to see anything clearly. Opening the door properly he steps inside and sees something which completely and utterly shocks the lion. Sitting in front of a computer is the skinny, blond haired, cream furred nerdy rodent with headphones on that are blasting some kind of techno rock. This on itself is nothing abnormal, however the lion can quite clearly see even from this angle that Justin is naked and doing something rather private.

The mouse can feel someone else being present inside the room and turns around in his chair to see the invading lion. He panics, tries to reach for the computer monitor's off switch but fails as he falls out of his chair. Mike gasps and should be laughing his ass off, but something more than seeing the rodent masturbating catches his attention: the nerd's massive member.

"J-Jesus!"

"D-D-DON'T LOOK!"

Justin struggles with flailing arms as he grabs a bed sheet and pulls it up over his crotch. Even with the sheet his colossal cock pokes out pitching one hell of a tent with the head already wetting the cover. He blushes hard, squeaking a little as his computer monitor is still on displaying his hidden passion for all to see: hot sweaty males in compromising positions with one another. Mike just stands there, a little lost for what to say or what to do. He gathers enough sense to close the door behind him however before anyone else in the house passes by.

"So... you like, that then?" the lion gestures towards the gay pornography on the screen.

"P-Please don't tell anyone."

"Well err, I don't think, that is to say." Mike's eyes wander down to where that monster is throbbing just underneath the bed sheets hastily drawn over it. God, it's already soaking wet.

The feline cannot help himself anymore, he has not told anyone but he himself has a secret passion, one which is calling to him now. He steps closer to the rodent and falls to his knees, coming eye to soaking wet bed sheet. Mike's paws come clasping around the sides of the thick rod and Justin squeaks in response. He protests but the poor rodent soon groans in enjoyment as the lion strokes up along the pole as the wet cloth has become silky smooth.

Removing the offending cloth now Mike takes a deep breath from the musky smell of rodent juices oozing over the massive meat in front of him. Justin cannot believe what is happening, his blue eyes look scared as the big strong lion's paws grope at his freakishly large mousehood.

It throbs hard under the cat's hands and he licks his lips greedily as he stares at the head where a constant flow of prejuices comes out. Leaning in closer Mike nuzzles into the head, the mouse's musk covering his nose before he licks at the slit and laps up some of the juices.

"Mmm, tasty mousie." Mike chuckles with the joke, but his body feels intoxicated, his own crotch bulging out with his restricted passion.

"G-Go on." Justin stutters but looks on as the lion pleasures him; the rodent's fingers on his chest playing with his nipples a bit and squeaking between moans.

The cat opens his jaw as wide as it will go as he tries to wrap his lips around the fat beast. It hurts and it is going to be sore but the feline manages it. Pushing his tight lips down over the throbbing, drooling animal, Mike squints his eyes shut as he takes in the incredible organ. The sheer size of it is bad enough, but the produce is voluminous and constant; this forces the lion to swallow as much as possible, gulping down every drop which is offered to him. Fuck, he hasn't even had an orgasm yet.

But then Mike pulls away with spit and pre dribbling down his furry chin. He tells the mouse to stay still as he starts to undress. First the lion pulls off his shirt, revealing chiseled abs, strong full pecs and biceps with such definition you would think they were sculpted. Justin of course only gets further worked up from this, his massive cock resting on the lion's beautiful body as it throbs faster, the mouse's round glasses becoming steamed up. Mike chortles a little at the mouse's state but then looks back at the log between those far less well defined legs and gulps remembering his own inhibitions.

Quickly taking off his pants and underwear, the lion's own big but certainly inferior in relation to the mouse's own malehood swings free. He then clambers up over Justin as the mouse squeaks and looks up at the other male's dangling junk: they are in a 69 position now, Mike giving as much access as he is receiving.

Justin reaches up and squeezes the other male's rod a little bit timidly. Mike growls in feline lust and juices squirt down over the rodent's face making him gasp and then want more. So Justin reaches around and grips the lion's big tight buttocks, bringing him closer so that the mouse boy's nose can nuzzle between the furry balls swinging in front of him.

Whilst that is going on Mike returns to the beast of a phallus which he has to contend with. He takes the matter into hand, both hands to be precise. Leonine claws dig in just a little into the hard red flesh of the mouse's mutant member. Squeezes it slowly up and down, back and forth causes a good deal of flooding as both fur and carpet wool becomes wet. Then the lion suckles on the side of the huge rod, making loud slurping noises as he slowly works his way up; this really gets to Justin and the noises the mouse makes multiply in frequency and volume, as do his juices. Of course Mike craves for the taste once more and as soon as he is at the peak he takes it all in again. Inch after inch disappears down the lion's mouth and throat. Although he is unable to fit it all in he does manage to go pass the halfway point and swallows around the engorged rod, his tongue flicking around and rubbing the underside.

These attentions are mirrored by Justin, his tongue and lips soon meeting with the lion's pride. Despite his own inexperience the mouse quickly learns to adapt and is soon moaning over Mike's cock right down to the balls, eyes shut and tears streaming down his face. He pulls back but continues to moan over the kitty-staff, loving the taste and further turned on by the other male enjoying his own body as much as he enjoys the lion's. But possibly even more than the cock, Justin enjoys the athlete's entire body, his petite paws caressing over the chiseled abdominal muscles and beyond. He soon returns his hands to the tight brown furred bubble butt which Mike possess and dares to slip a finger between the firm cheeks and into the virgin hole hidden between them.

This intrusion makes the big cat especially wild, his greedy sucking on the massive rod increasing in ferocity whilst his hair stands on end with an orgasm tearing through the lion's body. Thick creamy seed splashes into Justin's mouth and the rodent quickly tries to gulp as much as possible down but a lot is left to spill over his chest and face. No matter, there is more on the way and one shot would have made the mouse blind if not for his glasses which deflect it elsewhere.

Everything comes to a boil now, every molecule in the nerd mouse's body on fire as his loins tighten up. Large quantities of sloshing creamy seed need release and that is exactly what happens. Poor Mike barely has enough warning from the rushing sound to pull off before an explosion of cum erupts into his face. One jet, then another and another, each one bringing bigger torrents of musky seed into the lion's mouth, face and everywhere else. The squeaks and almost girly cries of joy from Justin are a juxtaposition to the incredible display of male virility Mike faces from his orgasming partner.

After what seems like a flooding of Biblical proportions has come and passed the mouse's monster cock stops cumming and slowly becomes soft and floppy in Mike's paws. He rolls over and pants a little, wiping massive quantities of spunk form his furry face before turning to look at Justin with a wide grin on his face.

"That was fun."

"I..."

"Shuush." The lion leans over and kisses the mouse on his cheek. "I liked it, but if you tell anyone from school I'll beat the crap outta you."

***

The Squeeze, Three Days Later

The intervening days at school have been a little odd. Seeing Justin every now and then brings a blush to Mike's cheeks every time, but thankfully their curricular activities keep them separate for most of the time. But it is study night again, Friday night to be exact. The lion has to make excuses to his friends, coming up with anything but the truth.

Mike is greeted by Mrs. Hammersmith again and he responds much more friendly than before, she asks if he wants a drink but he politely declines. Going upstairs with a good deal of speed the lion bursts into Justin's room, finding the rodent sat with boring study books.

"Oh hi Mike. Err, d-do you want to sit in my chair?"

"I would like to sit on something a lot different from a chair actually mousie.." A wicked grin is on Mike's face, his intentions clear as his eyes set upon the rodent's bulging crotch.

Justin gulps and pushes away the books, part of him still intimidated by the lion's attitude and physical ability to overpower him, but all the same turned on as is unavoidable with such an electric situation. Before Justin can react the feline pushes him onto the bed, pawing at his jeans he undoes the belt and unzips the fly in a hurry.

A great big bulging crotch opens up for the lion, his goal getting closer. With the pants now on the floor Mike hooks his claws into the waistline of the boxers. Pulling them down he slowly unveils the freakish endowment the mouse possesses. The large organ flops out and Mike squeezes it eagerly, nuzzling in he breathes in the other male's scents, the day's sweat and tight clamouring room multiplying the dormant beast's residual smells.

Poor Justin is left to squirm around, squeaking intermittently as slowly big lion paws rub his phallus. It swells up fast, beads of pre already collecting at the head and run down the veiny leviathan releasing more of the male scent into the air. Both males are at the mercy of lustful passions as tensions unravel inside their minds and bodies, embracing a love which they cannot share outside of this room.

Soon the monstrous member is throbbing hard in the cat's attentive hands, its head slobbering all over itself. Mike's whiskers twitch as he brings his lips close to the tip of the spear; he licks at the pre pouring out and shudders with his tail swishing around excitedly.

He goes down on the rodent's rod, taking more and more of it each time be bobs down. Justin squeals and gasps with long moans spread out to punctuate the throbbing response Mike gets from the glorious meat in his paws and mouth. Looking down through his glasses the mouse reaches out to pet the lion's head and the feline purrs like a kitten whilst he sucks his favourite treat.

However there is something the big cat wants to try, something that his body has been yearning for these past few days since their first experience together. Mike regrettably has to pull away and leave the mouse to caress and stroke his own pride whilst the lion removes his own clothes, his pants especially having become uncomfortably tight.

Justin blushes as the big cat becomes butt naked in front of him, and then swings around to show off that nice furry butt. A squeak precedes a squirt of pre hitting the rodent's glasses as he continues blushing in untold embarrassment. But the lion growls low, his prey in sight and his intentions unashamedly carnal.

He climbs up over the physically poor yet sexually rich male, his soft furry rump smoothly grind against that beast just underneath it. Ignoring the pleas to go slow Mike grabs that gorgeous leviathan and quickly positions it straight for his virgin tailhole, sure that the bounteous pre and saliva will have lubricated it enough. Mike lets his ass drop down, allowing the mouse's gargantuan rod to plunge deep inside the warm and tight confines of the lion's anus; he immediately regrets not listening to Justin.

"RAAARRGH!" The lion cries out with a roar born from pain as his virgin butt is split open by the fat meat he so eagerly desired. Justin squeaks underneath him, eyes shut and moaning from the novel experience of having a male take his pride this way.

However the pain subsides quickly for poor Mike and soon the cat is able to take in more, he tries to fit it all inside but he reaches his limit before reaching the base. Justin assures him it is alright as he just wants to fuck until he pops now. Thrusting up into and out of the lion's hole, the nerd reborn sex god drives his majestic member again and again into Mike. The lion's body is assaulted with shockwaves of pleasure as his prostrate is stimulates in ways alien but pleasing to him.

The big cat's own penis is rock hard and pointed directly at the mouse's mouth, he sticks his tongue out and licks the tip. This action combined with the aforementioned anal pounding sends the feline into a state of sexual nirvana. His whole body tenses up, including his butt cheeks and sphincter clenching around the other male's cock whilst his internal walls squeeze it from every angle. Mike roars aloud as his loins rise up and start unloading their delicious cream contents straight into Justin's face; the rodent opens wide, collecting what he can as most of it splashes across his cheeks and glasses, globs of cum becoming trapped in his round ears.

But all of this excitement and the tight confines around his shaft is too much for Justin too. His blood becomes alight with passion, his heavy nuts working overtime as they move their heavy load. A deep depth charge goes off inside Mike's slutty kitty rump, quarts of jizz fill him up so much that his belly starts to feel funny with a sloshing around noise from the excess produce. An eternity seems to pass until he lion finally feels the eruption cease and he can relax, his cheeks and sphincter unclenched as juices spill out and stain the bed as well as their fur.

Afterwards both teenagers lay together in that bed for what might be half an hour. First panting, then simply resting and now staring into each others eyes wondering what is to come next. Justin is too shy to say anything, his tail coiled up as he just blushes and keeps glancing into Mike's emerald eyes.

"Ah, you know I could use more studying. I could come over during the weekend too."

The mouse's eyes light up, his smile warm and genuine. One day they might tell others, but for now Mike is quite content with how things are right now and Justin is far too meek to complain. Whatever this is, be it love or just intense physical attraction, it is just beginning. Only one thing is certain: Mike will be walking funny for a few days, ouch.