Life-Like Ice Part 1: Diego
Well this is yet another work by Neptune. I'm sure you'll like this one a bit better than my last story. It's based on actual people and SOME actual events. I hope I did them justice in this story. Oh, and if your under 18 you shouldn't be reading this, and if you do, you'll die! Just kidding, you won't die . . . you'll just go blind for a little while.
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Notes from Neptune:
This story originally was going to be a one piece thing, but shortly after writing this, I decided to continue!!
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Part 1: Diego
by Neptune Wolf
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As Professor Ivanov slowly walked around Diego's midterm project, the tension in the air could cut steel. The elephant in the dark blue dress shirt and thin and silver Armani glasses silently pondered to himself about the abstract sculpture before him. The large classroom seemed even larger since all 18 freshmen architecture students stood around Diego's studio desk completely silent. The studio desks were nothing more than a flat panel wooden door on legs with a fluorescent lamp illuminating the abstract sculpture. Professor Ivanov had a pen in his large hand which he used to tap his left ivory tusk as he thought about the project and paced around it like a drill sergeant in front of new recruits. Diego broke a sweat. His tan and dark brown fur started to mat, saturated with sweat. It was only about 70 degrees outside, but during a formal critique, it felt like102. The elephant finally spoke to the unusually small German Shepherd,
"So, Diego, what part do you feel best represents your theme?" he asked in his deep, educated voice. Each student was assigned a specific theme and they had to make a sculpture using any media they pleased. He chose beige colored clay and a variety of different colored tracing paper. It looked like a heap of crap from where everyone else was standing. Some parts jolted up from the odd, perfectly geometrical clay base on what looked like coat-hanger wire. It seemed like chaos, conservatively speaking.
"Well, Light is a pretty interesting theme. When you look at the sculpture from this angle with the light on it just right," the short, thin dog adjusted the light and Prof. Ivanov moved in closer to inspect the astonishing difference it made on the sculpture. "You can see that the shadows formed by the piece itself, spells out the word 'Light'. We learned in our Visual Communications class that you can find the angle of the sun at any time of the day and year." Diego picked up a protractor from his studio desk and set it next to the goose neck lamp. "The light is shining precisely at 37.8 degrees atmosphere and 29.7 degrees azimuth which is precisely where the sun would be at 7am tomorrow morning. It's like a grand gesture to what people look forward to everyday; Light."
Prof. Ivanov was deeply impressed and wrote something down on his notepad on a clipboard. Diego smiled a bit, finally breaking his serious expression. The elephant inspected the sculpture even closer this time to see the craftsmanship. There wasn't a flaw to be seen. Not a crack, dribble of glue, out-of-place or bent wire, or even a slightly creased sheet of tracing paper. The elephant nodded again, then added more to his notes. This was the most he had written about anyone during the entire 3 hours they were there in the classroom for the critique. The dogs stare was fixated on his ivory tusk that curled upward and slightly inward towards his mouth. One was slightly more curled than the other which made the small dog wince a little. The other 17 students shifted nervously. If Prof. Ivanov liked Diego's, then he was going to grade the rest of them harder. It always happened, which is why no one liked to go after Diego. He was the clean monster; neat for no reason. The un-typically shaped German Shepard was the only who wore slacks, a dress shirt, and a neat sweater and tie, which matched his Italian-made leather dress shoes. It looked like he was accepting an award of some kind, the fur next to him, Bret, thought. The elephant finally stopped writing.
"How long did it take you to do this project, Diego?" He asked looking over his thin, narrow silver glasses.
"About 68 hours." The short and thin Shepard said without batting an eye. His 5'4", 130 pound frame stood erect. There was rarely a German Shepherd of his small stature.
"Wow. The majority of you class said they worked for only 40, maybe 45 hours over the course of the two weeks you had to finish. What took you so much time?"
"Well, the first 3 days were just the calculations and design. After that, it took about 5 hours to research what materials to use. Then the rest of the time was just construction." he said. He started to feel nervous. 'I did take a long time, didn't I?' Diego said to himself. The elephant walked closer to dog and sat the clipboard and pen down on his desk. Diego made a quick glance over at pen and clipboard, then another, and another; quickly calculating why the juxtaposition of the pen offset everything else on his neat desk. Prof. Ivanov smiled then laughed a bit to himself. It was the reaction he expected.
"You need to relax, boy. Take off that sweater and those Italian-made shoes." He said with a smile. The tension suddenly relaxed about 5 notches. The air was little less thick. The big elephant chuckled even more when he saw the young dog's expression change. Diego wanted to laugh, but he held it back slightly and just cracked a smile. Everyone in the room was all smiles at that point. They always said laughter is contagious and this proves it. "I want to . . . to like, mess your hair up, wrinkle your clothes a bit, and set your desk on fire, something to get you to take that seriousness out of you. Out of everyone here, you are the most anal." he said pointing to the Shepherd. "Go out to one of those Sigma parties I've been hearing about or something." he said with a full-hearted laugh. The muscles under his dark blue suit stretched the fabric. "But anyways, you do extremely good work. Your craftsmanship is unparalleled to anyone I've seen in years. Keep up the good work and never lose your work ethic over your next five years here." He said and then picked up his pen and clipboard.
The class was as shocked as Diego was. This was the second time one of the professors made an almost-sexual comment to the dog. The last time, Assistant Dean Pantera said his project was "sexy' and he wanted to see more of him in his free time. More than half the furs in the room chuckled at Prof. Ivanov's comments.
The next fur on the list was Bret. His studio desk was way on the other side of the large room filled with rows of studio desks, about 40 feet away. As the class walked there, Diego loosened up his tie. Derrick and Ryan stood next to him as he did it, laughing like crazy.
"Fuck him. What does he know about me?" Diego growled.
"That's why I hate this school. Everybody try to judge you before they even know you. When I went to Henry Form Community College last year, it was nothing like this and we didn't have bullshittin' ass projects like this." Derrick, a 5'8, athletically built wolf said. His crystal blue eyes starred at the elephant as he walked down the rows of large, studio desks. He was still kind of laughing. His smile never dropped for a second. The wolf took a sip from the cup of coffee he had in his paw.
"When I went to Kenwood Tech, it was a lot better than this. How does he get off saying something like that? You better watch your back, Diego. Dean Pantera and Professor Ivanov are going to have you bent over a desk by the end of this school year." Ryan, a fox wearing expensive, preppie clothing on said. Derrick and Ryan both broke out laughing hysterically. Derrick almost dropped his coffee as he pretended to Prof. Ivanov and ran his fingers through the Shepherd's neat, light brown hair.
"Ha, ha, very funny." Diego said moving away and fixing his short hair back to how it was. "I need a drink."
Despite the fact that the small German Shepherd was the youngest in the class at 17 years old, he drank like there was no tomorrow. His old-timely chrome-plated hip flask under his slacks had bottomless refills of vodka from his studio locker next to his desk. Derrick, Ryan, and Bret were the only three old enough to drink. They were transfer students from different schools, upperclassmen. It was required for them to take Architectural Design Studio 1, a freshmen class, but they were cool with it. The three finally caught up to the rest of the class. Bret was already giving his presentation about his sculpture.
Professor Ivanov carefully inspected the object on the Lion's desk. Bret was a huge guy, about 6'4", and had muscles coming at your from every angle but despite that fact, not too many furs knew he was 21 years old. He wore a tight fitting blue shirt that clung to his body like a glove and a pair of worn out and cut-up blue jeans. His golden mane was curly and bouncy and went over his eyes. He made a noticeable effort to move it out of his face without using his paws which were behind him. Prof. Ivanov wrote down a few things in his notebook.
Bret's sculpture was of a rose made entirely out of wire, but the edge of each painstaking detailed petal had sharp, unfinished edges.
"Why did you choose to make a rose for this project? And why the sharp edges?" The elephant said prodding his sculpture's dangerously sharp edges with his pen.
"Well, see, since my theme was Nature, it seemed like a good idea at the time to make a rose. See, as beautiful as roses are, they can hurt you. This is like a metaphor for nature; Nature is to be admired and never tampered with or bad things will happen." Bret said. His voice was laid back, but business-like. He was quasi-Californian surfer, but at the same time Quasi-New York Lawyer. Bret was an interesting being, the French horn soloist of the orchestra that is Ivanov's Studio (their classroom). The elephant nodded, slightly pleased by what he had heard. He wanted to grill the lion. His tone was a bit too laid back for a formal critique, the large, 46 year old, athletically built elephant thought to himself.
"The Rose is a nice metaphor, but I think it can go deeper than what you said. Why did you choose the flower in the first place? What drove you to it during your initial design process?"
"Well, I really like roses, um, I guess it their color, the color of passion and romance." Bret said even more laid back than before, repressing a little more of the New York lawyer within him.
"And, Bret, can you tell me how exactly do 'color', 'passion', and 'romance' have to do with nature?" The elephant said sarcastically, implying that the muscular lion's answer was wrong. But it was actually a trick question to make him defend his work. The Lion fell apart at the seams, stumbling over his words. The verbose, elevated language he used during his initial presentation wore thin.
"Um, well, uh, it seemed like a good idea. It made more sense at the beginning of the project!" he said with his deep, cool voice getting high at the end, introducing his teenager approach to talking to authority. The elephant wrote more in his notebook and went to the next student with a smile. Diego was a bit dumfounded. 'Color', 'passion', and 'romance' is part of the pure essence of nature! He thought to himself.
The rest of the critiques went pretty much the same. No one left out crying like the upperclassmen said. The new freshmen at the Timberland University's School of Architecture were warned that the critiques were very thorough and people often got their feelings hurt. 'There was always at least one student, usually a girl, who storms out crying at the end of their critique', Diego remembered during the freshmen orientation.
Diego, Derrick, Ryan, Dontae, Bret and Joy sat outside of the old three-story architecture building in the court area by the entrance. The late summer breeze was starting to get a slight chill to it. The various deciduous trees rustled in the wind and a group of about 20 small birds flew overhead in the thick, cloudy sky. The group of furs sat on the wide steps that led up to the facade of the WWII era built architecture building. They sat in a relaxed atmosphere, drinking coffee, the most popular beverage during the day at the private catholic university. Diego had taken off his sweater, which incidentally, winkled his crisp white dress shirt just a little. He sighed. Derrick looked down at him from a few steps and chuckled a bit.
"That was still funny as hell though." The wolf said after a long awkward silence, trying not to laugh too much at the thoroughly embarrassed dog.
"Don't laugh at Chuckles. You're just mad because no one likes you enough to call your project 'sexy'." Joy, a female Irish Setter said next to the Shepherd. She was thin and feminine in every aspect; from the way she spoke, to the pink clothes she wore. She dyed her long straight head fur black since she moved on campus. She had a huge smile that was enough to make you think she was laughing on the inside.
"Yeah, everyone wishes they could be as sexy as Chuckles here." Bret said laughing along with everyone else there. Everyone in Ivanov's Studio called Diego 'Chuckles' because for some unknown reason, he made you want to chuckle, even when he wasn't trying. Diego looked down at his watch which displayed the date.
"Oh, ok, so it is Laugh-At-Diego-Day." The dog said sarcastically.
"And you know what made it so funny was that Professor Ivanov doesn't even know that he's been to very Frat party since freshmen orientation!" Dontae, a thick, dark furred, Newfoundland, said with a laugh. "I heard you got a couple invites to the Sig party tonight. I hear they were going to have like 14 strippers and 3 kegs. It's gonna be wild and you HAVE to take me!" he continued from one stair below the German Shepherd. Diego reached into his pocket and pulled out the two special invitations to the Sig party and waved them in the air.
"You can have them. I have some studying to do." Diego said as he passed them both to Dontae, the extra-large breed dog.
"Wow. Soooo cool. I owe you one, Chuckles."
"It's cool, no problem. I can drink myself stupid in my room or in the studio whenever I want. Who are you taking?"
"I'll go." The Irish Setter said seductively to the huge, near-black furred dog. He passed her one with a smile and an air kiss. She pretended to catch it in her paw, after she had the invitation in her other, and put it in the hind pocket of her tight jeans. Ryan looked down at his watch.
"Well, I gotta get going. There's a Wolfers Rage concert tonight." The thin-built fox said as he got up. He stretched his back and yawned. The tight Abercrombie and Finch shirt was lifted inadvertently to show half of his taunt, white-furred belly. Diego could see a little bit of the red on his thighs despite the white belt he wore to hold up his $130 dollar 'used' look jeans. He blushed a little and stared away.
"Didn't you go to like 3 concerts last week?" Derrick asked, the paper Starbucks cup at the tip of his lips and his piercing crystal blue eyes staring right into the fox's emerald green ones.
"Yeah, but believe me, I don't usually go to this many concerts. A friend of mine owed me a lot of money and he paid me in concert tickets. I told you about that, right Derrick?" The metrosexual fox said with a nod to the wolf. Derrick got up from the stairs and jumped over to him.
"Nope. I would have remembered." The wolf said with a smile. He was standing close to the fox; both of them were off the stairs. They began to slowly walk away down the sidewalk.
"You leaving us, Derrick?" Bret yelled. "Are you ashamed to be around your freshmen friends?" Everyone laughed but Chuckles, there seemed to be something on his mind.
The two furs walked away, talking quietly to themselves towards the parking lot on the other side of campus. The both lived off campus; Derrick shared a loft downtown in the casino district of the Aries City. Ryan lived in the suburbs, a place called Redford Heights which was a fairly affluent neighborhood. They each had their own cars. When they were out of hearing range, the muscular lion awkwardly asked in his Californian-surfer-meets-New-York-Lawyer voice,
"What is it with them two? They haven't done a thing separately since school started. I thought they were . . . you know, but Derrick has a girlfriend." No one attempted to answer his question, not even Dontae, who was Derrick and Ryan's third wheel most of the time.
"Well, sorry to leave you fellas here, but I have a party to get ready for. You coming, Joy?" The Newfoundland asked yawning. She got up and they both left the steps of the architecture building. The lion yawn once the two left. His well developed chest muscles pressed against the tight fitting blue shirt. It was as if he wasn't even wearing a shirt at all. The small German Shepherd sitting next to him awkwardly stared at the lion.
"How many hours a day do you work out?" he asked a bit dazed, but honestly. His eyes seemed to analyzing the leonine specimen.
"At least two hours worth. I know, shoot me, I'm lazy." he said sarcastically. "I'm the backbone of the weight-lifting team but I may have to quit because of this class, Ivanov's Studio." the lion pointed back to the door with his right thumb and moved the golden fur out of his face. Studio, as it was called, was a 4 hour class that met every-other-day, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, between 2 and 6pm. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, they had Visual communications for that same time period in the same classroom, known as Ivanov's Studio. It was a real ball-breaker considering that it was required for each student to spend at least 12 hours a week out side of class hours to work on projects.
"Yeah, I know how it is. I have a job I work on weekends. Just valet parking at the Silverdome. It's not much, but it's enough to get me some spending money." Diego said, somewhat solemnly. "Well I got to get back up to Ivanov's Studio. I have to do some studying."
"You study up there in the studio?" Bret asked.
"Yeah, a lot of people do. There is always someone sleeping in their studio. You know they have a microwave and TV over in Marcy's Studio down the hall from us?" The lion shook his head in wonder, staring that the young-looking German Shepherd as he stood up, the one-band book bag over on his left side. There was something about his thin body that captivated the lion at that moment. He looked into the dog's eyes for a second. There was something behind them, something much more than what Diego showed. Bret shook out of his daze.
"Why don't I go up there and study with you? I've taken all of regular freshmen classes like Calculus and Academic Writing. Maybe I can help you?" The lion-god said, moving his golden curly mane out of his face.
"Well, ok." The Shepherd said with a nod.
They both headed up the stairs of the architecture building and in went into the front door. They took the elevator to the third floor where the freshmen studios were and took a left to Ivanov's Studio.
No one was there and the lights were out. Professor Ivanov never stayed past 6pm. He had other classes to give lectures to at other schools. Diego hit the light switch and they both walked in. The decided to study at Bret's desk since it was closer to the door. The small Shepherd took out his Calculus book and placed it on the desk. They worked through several problems during the first hour they were there together alone, getting the majority of the work done faster than both the lion and the dog expected.
"Wow, your pretty good at this I see." Bret said.
"Well, I did have it in high school."
"I bet you had a 4.0 average didn't you." The Lion asked with a smile. Diego blushed a bit and whispered,
"4.4 overall . . ." Bret smiled to himself and got up from the desk to stretch a bit.
"Man, my neck is tired from looking down at this book for long." he said while cracking his neck. The lion turned his back to the desk and rested on it. He was already standing; he never liked to sit down on the tall, uncomfortable drafting stools. Diego kept working on the last 4 problems. He wrote down a few numbers and stopped what he was doing when he felt the huge lion's breath go down his neck. Bret had placed a thick muscled arm on both side of the unusually small German Shepherd and looked over his shoulder at the paper.
"Why did you stop?" The lion asked. Diego said nothing, the pencil twirled nervously in his right paw before he started writing again in his calligraphy-quality paw-writing. He takes much pride in everything he does, Bret thought to himself, not noticing that he was slowly moving closer to the German Shepherd, inhaling his scent, entranced by his sweet smell, until his abs were touching the crisp fabric of Diego's white shirt.
Diego felt a bit nervous having the large Lion so close to him like that, not saying that he didn't enjoy it. The flask on his left hip felt usually cold.
"You wanna drink? I got some Grey Goose, 100 proof, on me." he offered, hoping it would make the lion step back a bit maybe. But it did just the opposite. The unshakeable Bret Brown reached down and sensually felt on the dog's right thigh from his hip to his ankle. It was more like a shakedown with the lion being so large. When Bret couldn't find the flask on the right leg, he tried the other. The curved, silver bottle easily slid from the discrete holster near his ankle. The young dog tried to act like he didn't like it, but deep down; he liked it so much that it showed below the belt. There was a tent forming in Diego's pressed slacks. So many thoughts raced though his mind. Was it just a joke? Was he just trying to make me uncomfortable? Or was he serious? Did he WANT to touch me? Should I . . . should I invite him to play?
"What's wrong?" Bret asked while taking the cap off the bottle, standing to Diego's left. "It was just a gesture."
"A gesture!" The small Shepherd said with disgust. His eyes moved rapidly, his blood was flowing faster as his heart quickened. 'Just a gesture' was not the answered he wanted. The Shepherd could turn himself on like a switch, but once he was on there was no stopping until he was finished with them.
"You know what I mean. I see the way you look at me sometimes. It was just my way of, well, saying I've been looking at you." The lion said a bit sheepishly, scratching his mane while drinking from the flask. The dog turned around on his stool. The lion looked away as he drank, as if he had not said anything. His muscles flexing as his head slowly went back, downing the last of the vodka. When he was done, the German Shepherd was standing up in front of him, and the tightening of his jeans became unbearable.
In Diego's calculating mind, he weights every possible outcome of the situation. He had been with a guy more than once before (conservatively speaking), but no one as big and as powerful as Bret. Bret, to Diego, seemed a bit inexperienced at male to male relationships and if he had a sudden stoke of regret tomorrow, he could easily beat him to a pulp to keep him quiet. But on the lighter side, the Lion was irresistibly sexy. He ate sexiness for breakfast and shit sexiness at night. 'Possible gain: the best yiff ever, Possible lose: my beautiful soft looks.' Diego thought to himself. He then made a few other calculations. Based on Bret's weight, height, muscle mass, and voice, he figured that his leonine cock had to be at least 7 inches long (which is pretty big for a lion), 1.5 inches wide, and had a ball sac the size of a small grapefruit as a conservative estimate. Then he the ran a few more numbers; the time of day, the amount of Vodka in the flask, the coffee he drank earlier, and the hours he spent working out and came to the conclusion that the lion could go at the very least 20 minutes strong in the sack and produce at least 40ml of cum during the first climax, 15 at the next, and 3 and the third. All in all, this would be the best yiff he would have in his college years. He gave the lion a sickeningly wide smile, like a mischievous kid at a candy store.
"What?" Bret suddenly asked in a dazed tone, and suddenly the meek, mild-mannered, anal retentive dog was gone and replaced by a ferocious German Shepherd. The small canine ran a claw slowly down the lion's chest, cutting the shirt like the wrapper of a birthday gift. He then ran his paw inside the cut in the tight shirt and ran his fingers through his short, golden chest fur before tearing the shirt to shreds. Bret looked down to the floor at his torn up shirt.
". . . that was my favorite shirt?" he said jokingly.
"Well, shirts aren't needed where I'm takin' ya." The German Shepherd said and he grabbed much larger lion by the wrist and pulled him along out into the hall and down the stairs to the basement. Bret went along with it. It was rare that a guy Diego's size attempted to dominate him, but then again, this was only his second time with a guy. He didn't say a words as the canine pulled him along several hallways in the basement until they reached an old set of heavy double doors with no windows. The basement was empty and dark and much colder than upstairs on the third floor. The lion's large frame trembled slightly, exited by the small dog's enthusiasm.
"Don't worry. We're already there." The once meek Diego said while opening up one of the heavy wooden doors. The smell of warm piss hit the lion's nose like a brick. For some reason the heat was on in this room. It as dimly lit by an almost eerie dull, yellow light that hung from a rope in the middle of the room. Bret could see a row of urinals in the middle of the room and a row of sinks against the wall the door was on. It was a fairly large bathroom from the WWII era. It had always been there, but no one ever really found it necessary to go to the basement bathroom when there were new, freshly built bathrooms on every floor. "Come in, come in!" The canine said trying to close the heavy wooden door. The smell of warm piss was unavoidable and the heat wasn't making it any better.
"You're pretty kinky, aren't you?" The lion asked, still a bit amazed by Shepherd, but even more amazed by the smell.
"More than you'll ever know. Now get over here and on your knees!" The canine yelled. Bret was shocked by how much that turned him on. He play along and obeyed the small German Shepherd who had obviously done this before more than once in his lifetime and got down on his knees in front of him. The floor was a bit sticky, but he could care less. The large lion wanted to know what was in store for him out of morbid curiosity. They were in the middle of the room, next to the ceramic urinals that went all the way to the floor. Diego scritched the lions chin.
"Good little kitty." Diego said then slapped him. "What was that for?!?" Bret yelled. His voice echoed through the large male bathroom. He got another hit across his chin. The lion almost stood up to set the dog straight but then the canine started to undress, carefully taking off his shoes and socks, then belt, then pants, then shirt and he folded them up neatly and put them away. His loose fitting blue boxer shorts had a nice sized tent. The canine put his thumbs under the elastic and let his Shepherd cock bob out, it was already out of its sheath and the knot was starting to form. Diego moved in close to the lion's muzzle, his cock dripping precum like a faucet onto his nose.
"Lick my foot paws." He commanded. The lion looked up at the dripping cock and got a quick spray of watery precum in his eyes.
"What?" The lion asked as he looked up into Diego's brown eyes. He had a child-like frown on his muzzle as he back-pawed bitch slapped the much bigger lion. It caught him off guard and again he was about the set the dog straight, he decided not to. This new game the Shepherd was playing was foreign. He liked to try new things, but foot fetishes were something odd. Well, I'll try anything once, he thought to himself.
Bret bent down lower and began to lick his master's footpaws. Unexpectedly, the smell drove him insane. It was better than the odor of the old bathroom. It had a sharp, yet clean smell. It wasn't surprising that Diego was a stiffler about cleanliness. He lapped at each toe like an ice cream cone massaging the sole and heel of the digigrade Shepherd instinctively. His feet were getting soaked in the salvia of the lion and his purring showed that he liked it. The lion's member was as hard as ever, making the tight jeans painful. Precum dripped down his back as he licked and massaged.
"Get up and open wide like a good little kitty. I'm pretty sure someone taught you what to do next." The small dominate shepherd said.
The lion opened his muzzle and took in the 7 and a half inches of thick dog meat into his muzzle. He bobbed his head up and down its length, but his neck still hurt from earlier and his pace was slow.
"Use your tongue!" The canine said with disgust, not getting the right amount of stimulation from the lion. Bret curved his tongue to fit the dog's cock like a glove as he sucked. With a purr, he sped up the pace and swallowed as much precum as he possibly could. The rest spilled out the corners of his muzzle. Diego moaned as he grabbed the lion's mane to help guide him up and down his length at the right speed. They quickly settled into a rhythm of bobbing an humping. And were like that for a minutes.
"Oh yes, that's a good boy, almost as good as one of my other doggie bitches I play with from time to time. But now I want you to enter me. Stand up." The canine commanded. Bret let himself off of the warm, salty, dog cock and wiped the river of precum and saliva from his chin. "Did I tell you to do that? Bad Kitty!" he said as he grabbed the lion's mane again, almost pulling a paw full of fur out. "Stand up!" Bret grabbed his head and stood up. The Shepherd quickly removed the lion's belt and pulled down his pants and underwear. He smiled when saw precisely 7 inches of lion meat bobbing in the air and a ball sack the size of a grapefruit. He massed the sweaty orbs with his right paw and made his way up to the hard, red member. With a paw moistened by the lions ball-sweat and precum, he brought it up to his muzzle licked it clean.
"Now that's what I like. I slightly dirty pet to play with. You've been working out today haven't you?" The Shepherd said, still licking his paw. Bret nodded. Diego led him to a stall where he bent over, presenting hi tight, pink tailhole to the big lion. He held on to the back of the toilet and looked back seductively at the lion. "You know you want to." He said with a smile. "But go slow big boy." This was the part Bret was waiting for; that nice tight tailhole just waiting for him. His huge golden furred paw massed the dog's rump and Diego moved his tail out of the way to allow his play-thing to enter him. Slowly, the lion pressed his cock to the tight ring of muscle and the dog let out a moan of pleasure. "He's really into this whole 'I'm in charge' thing", Bret thought to himself, "But when I'm back here, I'M in charge". He rammed his leonine member as hard as he could up the dog's tailhole, making him muffle a scream. His heavy, sweaty ball sac hit the smaller fur with a juicy Slap. Diego almost hit his head on the back of the toilet, but before he could say anything, Bret was already out of his tailhole and plunging back in. He got into a rhythm of quick thrusts and before long; the canine was moaning and enjoying every bit.
The Lion's thrust was getting faster, more forceful; he was close to the edge. The smell of the bathroom grew on the lion and it was adding to the force of the fore-coming climax. The lion reached down to the dogs painfully hard member and began stoking it. He almost screamed at the touch and within 2 strokes and a strong squeeze on his knot, cum was being sprayed all over the toilet seat. The German Shepherd exploded across the toilet; thick, sticky cum reaching his chest fur and landing in a thick pool below him, howling like mad all the way. Diego completely forgot about being the master of the situation. All that mattered was the 7 inches of lion meat being thrust inside him; his entire being was within those 7 inches of flesh. The dog's sudden contractions gripped the lion's cock with such force, his heavy, swinging ball sac drew up close to his body and released inside of the dog, causing the lion to roar like never before. He still managed to pump 2 or 3 more times, making a sloppy, wet Squish sound as thick lion cum poured out of the dog's tailhole and around his own cock.
The two were exhausted. "2? 3 times? Who was I kidding?" the Shepherd thought to himself with a smile on his muzzle. He was so spent, if it wasn't for the lion's cock holding him up, he would probably fall into the puddle of cum on the toilet seat. They both panted hard, their chest rising and falling. Bret slowly withdrew from the dog. His 7 inches came out with a Slurp, followed by a flood of hot, sticky lion seed. He could tell his cock was supporting the spent dog so he held him by the waist when he withdrew. Bret could tell that the whole 'I'm in charge' thing was still a game the dog was fine tuning. He just wanted to get his rocks as badly as any other guy. The two boys stood there in the stall that had no door until they were able to catch their breath.
"That was fun. I never knew you were so freaky." Bret said while putting his pants back on. He looked over at the dog, the wall supporting him, cum still dripping from his tailhole and down his balls and to his leg fur. The lion walked over to where the canine was standing and got down on his knees to lick his tailhole clean. Both of them were shocked by the first lap, but quickly grew to enjoy it. This was something the lion never thought he would be doing. He tasted cum before, fresh from the well in fact, but never his own in such quantity . . . and from another guys tailhole. They got dressed, both smelling like warm piss, which mixed with the smell of sex, and went back upstairs to Ivanov's Studio. It was still dead quiet. It was around 9pm and still Friday night.
"So what you got planned for the rest of the night?" Diego asked.
"Eh, I gotta take a quick shower then head to work. I work midnights over at that new 24 movie theater." Bret said moving the fur out of his face. "What you got planned?"
"I'm about to go make a stop over to professors Ivanov's office and take him up on his offer." The Shepherd said while putting on the sweater had on during the critique. His shirt was still crisp and pure white. His slacks still had creases.
"What offer?" Bret asked, completely forgetting the dogs past behavior when he put back on the sweater. He looked just the same as he did from that afternoon; a young, meek, timid, small German Shepherd. He picked up his book back and replaced his flask.
"He said he wanted to mess my hair up, wrinkle my clothes, and set my desk on fire. Why not let him." The Shepherd said with a mischievous grin. He walked out of the front door and down the stairs of the architecture building without looking back.
". . . have I just been played . . .?" Bret asked out loud to no one in particular.
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