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Nip - February 05, 2014 Written by Afril, Edited by Chaos Blackwing (cl) The Gay Furry Association

M/M, Oral/Anal/Caressing/Drugs(?) Human/Lion/Mouse

A lion tries Nip for the first time.

Roger giggled as a leaf fluttered past his nose. He couldn't help it... Everything was funny! He somehow made it into his dorm without busting up. Usually he had a couple of beers and that was it. He didn't do drugs of any kind - Even if they didn't randomly test the team, he had no use for such things. He hadn't even known 'Nip' was around, until a couple of dried green leaves were pressed into his hand.

"All ya gotta do is crush them and smell."

The lion shrugged. What the hell - He crushed the leaves, and inhaled carefully... Then more deeply a second time. A big, fat Nothing. Ha. Ha. Well, he had studying to do, been nice and all that. And it wasn't until about halfway to the dorms that the world turned... Funny. He could feel the stones under his foot-pads. The colors were more vivid. And a falling leaf was hilarious. He somehow made his way to the fourth floor and out the elevator without contemplating the tuft at the end of his tail too many times - It was fluffy, yet shaped like a brush. And it kept escaping his grasp for some reason. Stumbling down the hall, he made it to his room, and stepped inside. Nobody locked their doors - What was there to steal? It was like someone had opened up a catalog and ordered furnished room, one each. The locker was against the wall. The desk was... OW! Who moved the desk? He stepped into the bathroom, getting a drink from the sink. Then he re-traced his steps, thinking to get a quick snack from the mini-fridge... Hey! Alright - Fun was fun, but who the hell re-arranged his room while he was gone?

He decided he would rather have a grumpy roomie than another stubbed toe, so he groped for the light - To find a naked male in his bed. A naked Human male. He stared at the body for a moment... At least until a hand moved and scratched at a white leg. Ah! That was Paul. Paul the Geek... What the hell was Paul doing in His room? And why did Paul smell so... Interesting. He squatted beside the bed, sniffing the male up... Then down, his muzzle stopping between the human's legs. He had seen the man naked plenty of times in the communal showers, and he had to admit he was a little intrigued - No sheath, no fur, nothing to hide the cute little cock and round ass. He leaned closer, letting his drooling tongue touch the wrinkled nut-sack... Wow! It tasted like salt and male and... He rasped the skin clean, giggling when the little acorn slapped his nose on it's way to being a hand-full of hard meat-pole. It throbbed and swayed and dribbled a little sweet pre, that the lion harvested. Ummm! Before he knew what he was doing, Roger had climbed into the bed, slid his hands under the human's butt, and had engulfed the maleness to the thatch of wonderfully smelling hair. It ticked his nose and he drooled for a long moment, before instinct kicked in and he started sucking.

A yawn made his jaws creak. Dammit, he didn't want to stop. But bent over like this wasn't helping his back any. Sighing, and promising to finish licking the nice cock later, he stretched out, rubbing his rump against the wet, warm penis. Mmmmmm... His head barely hit the pillow and he was gone.

* * * *

Paul awoke from am erotic dream to the nightmare of finding the captain of the rugby team lying naked beside him, the firm feline butt pressed against his crotch, a brown tail draped lazily over his thigh. Oh Gods! His morning erection was trapped between the furry cheeks... If he moved, and woke the lion up, he was dead. If he didn't move however, he was going to cum all over the jock, and he'd also be dead. What Paul didn't know was that Roger had been sticking a finger in his leonine rump when he jerked-off. Of course, the lion didn't tell anybody about his fetish... He had stumbled upon a gay site and had watched a male fingering another male and the look of pleasure made him curious. Besides, just using his hand was getting boring. So he lubed up and slid his index finger into his hole. It felt... Strange. Not bad, just different. Pretty soon he was using his middle finger, as it just brushed against something inside him that sent sparks up his spine every time he touched it. Dammit! It wasn't long enough - No matter how he jammed his finger in, it wasn't enough. He even went so far as to buy a 'toy', furtively, 'For his girlfriend'. It helped, but still didn't 'scratch his itch' as well as he wanted. And so he kept his tail-hole lubed, just in case he wanted to squeeze out a quick one between classes.

Roger felt something round and long pressed against his butt. Damn dildo must have slipped out of him during the night - Easy enough to fix. Still half-asleep, the lion reached back and aligning the flared tip with his puckered hole, he pushed the human's cock into his back-passage. He grunted as it mashed his prostate bump, making him roll his hips, grinding his rear into the man's crotch, his own penis throbbing and drooling pre. Was it just him or did the 'toy' feel... Different? It seemed warmer, and wider and - The head dribbled pre into his guts, a pair of balls slapped his thighs and a hand came across his hip to squeeze his erection. A couple of hard thrusts and the male no longer cared about anything but the orgasm that blew his head off his shoulders, kicked it around the room a couple of times, before punting it out a window.

Paul had never felt anything like the ass that squeezed and pulled on his dick. He gripped the feline erection, feeling it throb in his grip, dripping spunk all over the furry belly. The lion slammed that firm butt into his crotch, wanting every inch of his dick inside it, making the human screech and spew his seed deep into the so hot male. It was too much to take and Paul passed out, hugging the big male against him.

* * * *

Roger awoke to find someone snuggled against him. Well, he must have gotten lucky last night. Grinning, he reached back to find a smooth backside. No tail? A human than - Kinky. He had cum matting his fur clear up to his chest. Damn! He hadn't popped that hard in ever... Mmmmmm - The cheek he was squeezing moved against his hand erotically, making his tail twitch. So who was this vixen that had made him blow his pipes out so hard? He rolled over, to stare at - Paul?! Paul the geek. Paul the nerd. He felt something rubbing against his leg and looked down... Shit! Paul the stallion. It had to be at least 9 inches long and a couple of fingers thick. He touched it, stroking the maleness, watching the head swell and leak pre onto his palm. He closed his eyes, swallowing a groan. Even as he tried his best to deny it, his body wanted that tingle back. It wanted to feel that fat head rubbing places inside him he hadn't known existed before. He turned back over, gritting his teeth as he guided the man-cock against his anal-ring, rubbing it up and down, smearing his hole with pre, making him gasp. A push and it slid inside him, making the feline arch and moan and grip the naked human-ass, pulling it towards him until it was hilted inside. He lay like that for a long minute, enjoying the feeling of a cock deep in his ass.

Roger's moment of bliss was interrupted as a hand slid over his side, caressing his belly, making him grunt. It moved up to tease one of his hard nipples, and he groaned, no longer caring if it all felt too queer. He shivered, his cat-cock dribbling pre as he tried to figure out a scheme to get the human in his bed more often - He grunted, thinking about a long session with him bent over the bed, Paul fucking that hard cock into his up-turned ass, roughly slapping his cheeks, making him yowl into a pillow as he came so hard his balls screamed at him... Snapping back to reality he let out a screech as his nuts ignited, a hand squeezing them only making his lust burn hotter.

"Ohhhh... Fuck your kitty, you big-dicked bastard!"

And that is how Paul awoke - Balls-deep in a writhing, moaning lion-jock who was begging for him to pound the sexy cat-ass. So he did, mashing a nipple in his palm, reaching down to maul the furry ball-sack. This time he rode the wave of orgasm, plundering the feline-butt roughly. Something made him pull the maned head back and plant a kiss on the panting male's cheek. A strong hand gripped his butt, holding him tightly against the firm ass, making sure he was totally drained, and still it caressed and tugged on his cock. Well, if the big male killed him, at least he could die happy.

Roger grunted. His front was covered in cum. His balls ached like they never had before. His dick was hanging over his leg, and the man-cock was still hard and warm inside him and if he didn't have to piss so bad he would have left it there the rest of the day. With a sigh of regret, he slid the maleness out, squeezing it gently, then sat for a moment, before grabbing his shorts and sliding them on. He stood, looking at his lover over his shoulder. Then he squatted and cupping the human's head, before leaning in and kissing the nerd hungrily. After a moment of shock, the brown eyes looked into his gold-flecked ones and the kiss turned into something much hotter. Hands caressed his ears, combed his hair and despite having exploded twice, his dick was stirring in it's holder, ready for another round of stroke-me-off. Who the hells needed 'Nip', when a human could thrash him so thoroughly, all he could think about was how soon could he get the male naked and in him again... Crap! He had practice the rest of the day.

"You free tomorrow?"

Paul gasped as the lion kissed him. He didn't know what to say, feeling a pang of regret when the hot cat-ass disappeared into a pair of shorts, watching it sway enticingly as Roger left. He rubbed his aching nuts, thinking this was definitely weird. The lion had smelled lightly of Nip, which would account for the night before, but not the invite for tomorrow. He shrugged and got up, yanking the semen-covered sheets off, putting fresh ones on the bed. Bed no longer sticky, he grabbed his shower-kit, tossed on a pair of shorts and an undershirt, then stepped into a pair of clogs and walked to the communal washing area. As he entered the showers, more than one nose wrinkled. Oh yeah, the human had gotten 'lucky'. He hung his clothes in a locker, tossed a towel over his shoulder, and stood in a stall. He almost hated to wash the scent of lion-rut off, but from the looks he was getting, it might be replaced by someone else's very soon... He had barely finished washing when footsteps made him open his eyes. A hot and very male mouse stood in front of him.

"I... I forgot my soap. Would you mind sharing?"

Paul smiled and held the bottle out. "I will help you with your back if you like."

The rodent smiled shyly. "That... That would be ok, I guess." He moved closer to the human, inhaling the scent of male rut.

"You are pretty tight." made his white cheeks blaze red for a moment, as the hands worked his back over. He didn't object as they slid down to cup his rump, squeezing his ass, making him gasp. He had seen the human several times, but it had taken this long to screw up the nerve to even talk to him. He squeaked as his rear got massaged, tail curling up, thinking how nice it would be to have the human lying on top of him.

"What you doing this afternoon?"

Flin looked over his shoulder at the male, unsure he had heard the offer. "Laundry?" he managed to get out.

The man smiled. "Me too..." He rolled the short, fat sheath in his hand. "Maybe we can do it together, than I can help you fold it up - Sheets can be a pain in the butt..."

The mouse shivered as the hands returned to his back. So could other things, but that was always a good ache. With a final pat on his rump, the male left him to wash. He hurried, drying off in a flurry of cloth. He didn't care if his fur was damp, as he hoped it was going to be sticky very soon. Dressing, he quickly went to his room, grabbing a handful of clothes, and told his roomie he would be gone a while. A long while if he could get the male off a couple of times - At least once in his muzzle and up his butt. And if he could get the male to do him more than once... All the better. He had all afternoon to seduce the human. Flin hurried to the laundry, not wanting to waste any more time than he had to before he got to touch naked skin.

The End