College Credit
"Idiots!" Damn, the professor is angry. A step to the left...and...duck the flying debris. He can certainly chunk it. "Damn wolves, I never should have hired you."
"But we, um, volunteered."
"Shut up you ingrates."
It wasn't the first time, you know. Never get a lion angry; well, a half lion, half huu-man, and with the same ol' attitude of both. How was I to know the difference between Calcium Perchlorate and Nitrogen TriIodide? At least we didn't blow anything up. KA-BLOOEY!
While the professor lies unconscious, let's reminisce. A couple of days ago we answered the ad which said "help needed, get to work with animals and stuff". Good old Jake found it and seemed rather obsessed, hootin' and hollerin'. A little sketchy on senses, still doesn't seem to know when to keep quiet. Yep, he made the call; twas a good idea at the time. Some volunteer hours that would work toward our college degree.
TWO DAYS AGO
I am kind of a lazy bum, not really wanting to do much more than get done with school and move on. Here I am following my friend Jake around, kind of mesmerized by his unique persona. Ok, I admit, we've gotten randy a time or two. Shocked? I'm not. He's just soooo cute with his wavy blue fur, those large glossy eyes, the whiskers, drools ;). Dare I say a little better equipped down there. He knows he has me charmed. But the next day...
...Yech! I can't believe they expect me to drink that! It's...
"piss," answered who we would later know as the assistant, a human female. "If you want to work here, you've got to identify the animals by their fluids."
I couldn't quite get my head around this concept when I noticed Jake.
Sip. "Horse." Sip "Deer." Sip "Wallaby". Sip "ooh, the rare giant panda," sip sip.
I would have loved to see my face in a mirror, you know candid camera. Come on cameras, let me know this isn't real! My puzzled look probably had question marks growing out of it. That is, until the lights went out, and I felt a restraint.
Sip. "Wolf. Hmm, not really sure. Oh right, sure is" continued my crazy friend, in the dark no less. I could just feel his gritty smile when, "hey, who's touching me?" Oh, it was that assistant, I could tell by her feminine chuckle. You might know that as a wolf I might have a hard time falling for this lady (nature's selection and incompatible chromosomes, yada yada), but I think I let out a "Ohh ho ho" lively chuckle. And then, the slap. Man I felt that, the bitch. Then her menacing cackle again.
I felt something sliding into my mouth. Hmm, I had tasted that before. Um, Jake?
"Fent, I'm over here" Jake interjected. Fent is his pet name for me, Fenton. Easier for him to remember after all those double-shots of the sweet ole' African Grey. Ok, now I really wanted to leave, "to heck with this shit." Damn, I said that out loud.
"Oh, you'll get the shit in due time, but first, let's see what happens when I do this." Gulp. Ack! I couldn't breathe! Don't know what I said, but all that came out was "stpe blw npozk". I knew it, a mouth full of someone's meaty flesh. Couldn't really bite down because he had quite the member and was stuffing my face. Taking a hold of my head, he rammed me for a good minute or so. The pulsating, and while not fully hard was just soft enough to flex and stretch outward.
This was before Jake spoke up. Thank gosh. Probably the first time I was glad to hear him talk.
"Me too, me too. No fun without me" proclaimed Jake.
Just then the lights came up a bit and we could see a lion, purest of the pure, standing upright, all hunked up and of beastly composure. But I could not help but be intrigued by his voice.
"Oh I hear you like piss" the lion anthro said.
"yeah yea yea." Jake eagerly noted while reaching out for a taste. What Jake hadn't realized was that he had drunk probably a cup or two already from the samples. He probably had not known either just how pungent lion piss really was.
The lion, having gone soft, had his sheath pressed hard against Jake's muzzle before he could let out a fourth yeah. The lion spoke to Jake who had begun to nuzzle the sheath. "I've been saving this for a couple of days now. Must be at least a quart. What does your stomach hold, like a couple of cups? And if you've haven't had lion pee before, this might sting a little."
As the lights came on full, the lions ass began twitching. I really marveled at this, Jake taking it in. The twitching of the lion's rectum became deeper and smoother. And then Jake began screaming. This was not a scream of pleasure, it looked like true agony.
I could do nothing, restrained in my chair. I could tell the piss was quite pungent, as from 6 feet away it was making me nauseous. Only a few drops had left poor Jake's maw. Jake moved around violently, scratching and scraping, but the lion was too strong. Jake clawed more at the lions ass, hoping to hit something sensitive.
"No no no, that ass is for your friend." And then the lion squeezed tighter, as if he had only used 1/10 his available strength. I could see Jake's stomach bulge out, and his eyes roll back as if about to pass out. Then the lion cut off his stream, "oh no, we can't have him pass out in the middle of the fun." Shivers, yeah I got them as he turned to me with probably the most gritty, evil looking stare I had ever seen.
Then PuffyToons raced through my head for some odd reason in slow motion. Oh those little rabbits fighting evil dudes, oh high up on a cloud somewhere, "oh high up on a cloud somewhere.." I unknowingly sang their theme tune. Then I was snapped back into my composure of this giant beast about three times my size, wincing at the pungency of his strong breath.
"Hmm hmm hmm. You could smell my urine couldn't you? And my breath, how is it?" he blew in my face.
Ack! It was terrible. "Smells like shit if you want to know."
"Good. Say, I noticed you staring at my tailhole when your friend had his beverage. You liked the twitching didn't you?"
"Oh hell no, you did not just go there. Better get your ass away from me or I'll bite it, I swear!"
The thought of this I could tell would give the lion no greater pleasure. "Ah, and then bleed over you, what an excellent idea. Do you want to drink my blood too?"
Now, as to why this lion did what he did next, I won't ever know, but he stood beside me and let out quite the nastiest fart I have ever smelled. Believe me, when I say stinks, I mean it. Come on, what wolf hasn't eaten carrion? I glanced at my friend who was stooped over, evidently asleep or unconscious nonetheless, just before the lion blocked my view.
"No no no, you must keep your eyes on my ass, for I am giving it to you. You can't refuse this gift."
Well, here goes, better brace. Ow! He knocked me to the ground. Well, at least I didn't split my head open on the, what, soft blanket? I thought it was hard ground. Well, he certainly didn't waste any time. And while the gross prospect was abundantly clear, I did feel a slight arousal. Hmm, Jake never would have bossed me around like this.
Naturally, I would have closed my mouth to keep out as much of his stench as I could. But this lion was remarkably smart. Knowing just the pressure point on my arm, oh no, my face went slightly limp. I could do nothing but wait it out. Perhaps he would be nice. Eh, who am I kidding?
"You know, you're my favorite specimen. You're quite assertive. Let's just see if your words match your might." This lion anthro, with furry hand/paws began to touch my crotch. Well, you know I never could resist something like that! My eyes began to roll back and the lion knew I was enjoying the gentle massage.
A few moments later, my attention became focused again; not to him rubbing me, but a moist black, quivering tailhole. And I could smell it. Not quite as strong as some of the carrion I had eaten in the past, but had the slight similar aroma. "Hmm, this might not be so bad after all" I said quietly under my breath. The lion could see my erection growing, and told his assistant, "Take note, if he maintains his erection, because I'll be too involved with him at this early stage."
I blinked again, and the lion began pressing his ass against my muzzle. It kind of tickled, stunk a bit, but nothing I couldn't handle. I even felt the urge to lick it, but my mouth was still limp. I saw his sphincter flex a couple of times, and bulge out. Oh no, I knew what was about to happen.
"I'll have to take it a bit slow, I'm pretty big. Don't want to suffocate you" the lion spoke, and just as he finished, the edge his brown excrement, with a bit of yellow and green touched my lips. I could move my tongue, and tried cleaning off my lips before more of it came. It was pretty awful, but the lion was threatening to sit down harder if I didn't swallow this. It was hard, since I couldn't really move my mouth much.
Then the assistant went over to Jake for some unknown reason. After a few moments, I heard a zzt, electric sound, a yelp, and then the sound of someone peeing in a jar. I couldn't see with the lions ass in the way. Then the assistant came over and poured just enough of his piss in my mouth to moisten the turd. After this, I could move my lips again. Must have let off the pressure. I chewed quickly, feeling very sick. The lions tail swooped up and down with each inch of the shit that came out.
I was choking, and wanting to stop. And then I felt a shock, "yelp". I then began chewing uncontrollably but yet at a guided pace. My mouth was taking in the snickering lion's waste as fast as he gave it. His assistant every so often would pour more of Jake's piss to water it down.
It was demeaning, I had never been this upset, and began crying and feeling incredibly nauseous. Every time my stomach would retch, the vomit would be blocked by the crap coming in, and I would end up swallowing it down. And still my mouth was on autopilot, controlled by this electrical thing.
The lion noticed my stomach was firm, and let up. "It's only been 20 minutes and I'm afraid you can't take any more. Don't want to kill you of course."
I was so full I could not move. The lion turned around and squatted over me, with sheath facing my face. "Oh no, the burning stuff" I complained.
"Yes, we need to clean out your foul mouth."
The lion then pissed a few short streams into my mouth. My I couldn't believe how much pressure there was. It started to burn like an acid. While not strong enough to kill, still damn painful.
"Now you must return something to me" the lion insisted.
I could barely mumble any words. My tongue and mouth were raw. "What else could I possibly give you?"
"You have quite a gift, that sweet brown stuff you hold inside."
"Yipe" I felt another shock, as this lion held me against his chest, my intestines were contracting, forcing my crap out. The lion held me firm, sucking up my nastiness. When I had shit my last, it had barely filled ½ the lions mouth. He swished and swooshed, not wanting to swallow it just yet.
After a few moments my friend Jake began to wake up. His stomach had shrunk but let us know "I have to pee."
The lion had one of the largest smiles I had seen on him, and pressed his face hard against Jakes groin. Jake mentioned, "that'll do" and emptied his bladder into the waiting lion's mouth. Still, the lion's mouth was not quite full, and he swished it around until his saliva made his mouth nearly full.
Then the assistant knew what to do. She brought over Jake next to me, and laid us both on the floor. The lion took turns giving us both blowjobs. With a mouth full of my crap, Jakes piss and his own spit. Well, it was quite arousing, nothing like I've seen before. Every so often a small puddle of the brownish liquid would form around our cocks, until the lion sucked it back up. Amazing he could do all of that without swallowing for so long.
It was not long, because of just how unique and unusual this was, that I could feel myself begin to cum. Jake saw my expression and giggled. I tried to make out a "what?" but never had felt such waves of pleasure, so intense before. I couldn't hold out much longer, until I had cum, mixing cum with the ungodly juices in the lions maw.
Then it was Jake's turn, as he got sucked by those powerful jaws. I just laid back, exhausted. Dang, the lion could take Jake's whole shaft. And Jake let out a squeak when he came. A squeak? What is he a mouse? I'll have to discuss that with him later.
The lion had sensed that we were both through, but one shocker remained was that he wasn't. Before I could blink, not feeling any urge, the lion then wrapped his maw around my whole face. He was french kissing me, still with mouth full of the goo. I could not stand it, and threw up. But the lion held me firm, and made sure almost none leaked out. His jaws were gripping my face quite tight, and a small streak of blood began to mix with it all.
But Jake wasn't free, as the lion gripped him too. The lion began pounding Jake's ass with a bit of lube from his mouth. I was about passed out, and the lion realized. He began swallowing the sludge. Maybe he was nearly through. Then the lion let up off my face.
My face was soaking wet, and the stench I could not begin to describe. I was still hacking, but too weak to throw up. Eventually, I know this stuff would pass through. The lion kept humping Jake, getting more firm. He let me know but I couldn't move. The lion stood up and gripped Jake very tight, and walked around while driving as deep as he could. I knew Jake's ears were ringing, it was so intense. He actually threw up on the ground. I'd get a chuckle out of that later.
"Oh, more lube juice" the lion spoke, and sat down, rubbing Jake's face in the puddle. He took more of it and lubed up his cock even more. The lion reamed Jake like it was nothing, making sure to push Jake's face into the mixture.
"Do you want me to cum into you?" the lion asked.
Jake was too weak to really reply, only knowing that his face was wet, and his ass hurt really bad.
"Heeere Goooes!" the lion exclaimed.
The lion then gripped Jake so tight that his claws began to cut into his flesh. Jake couldn't breathe, and cried out in pain as it felt like he was being shot in the ass. The lion began to bite Jake lightly on his neck, as he gave a couple of more thrusts. And then, it was done. We must have all fallen asleep for the remainder of the night.
TODAY
When I woke up, I wondered if it really was a dream. The place looked somewhat familiar, but Jake and I and the room were clean. We had no marks, none at all; surprisingly. Jake didn't seem too concerned with his ass. Not like it was hurting or anything. Oh well, it was just a dream, nothing too spectacular. But oh, some interesting ideas. Hmm.
As I stood up and began to stumble, a half-looking lion grabbed my arm, "Whoa steady, you had a fall and got knocked out. Are you alright?"
I responded affirmatively, before he spoke to Jake who was standing beside me, "Go fetch the Calcium Perchlorate please. It's in that back corner."
We both went for what should be a labeled jar, and I vaguely heard the lady, I assume his assistant, whisper to him, "Yes, he maintained the erection."
I couldn't help but wonder, did that sex really change him back? I couldn't worry though, I needed the college credit.