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Part 10 - Through the eyes of a lion (part 1/2)

Sometimes you think you know someone, even someone you've known your entire life. Then in an instant, they change. It's like inverting the colors of a picture, that person turns into the complete opposite of what you know him for.

I sit in my car; I'm in the parking lot of the University, waiting for class to start. In my left paw I hold a necklace he gave me. It's a little black rope with a blue metal-like cross hanging in the middle. Mark gave it to me for my birthday last year, it's the only real memory I have about him now. After Sunday, it's a memory I don't want to have anymore.

I let out a sigh, looking at the cross, "What happened to you Mark?" I mutter.

I throw the necklace to the back of the car; I don't even want to know where it lands. I get out of the car and slam the door shut. I should respect it more, it's old.

I walk across the huge lawn to the classes, "I'll be early for once" I say decidedly.

"Hey! James!" I hear someone calling me, it's Tom. He's standing in a little group with Bruce and Allen. Mark and I had lots of friends, but we were inseparable. I walk over to them.

"Hey dude, how was your holiday?" Bruce asks. Bruce never really cares for anything but himself. But I guess all Rhinos are like that. The chubby rhino's wearing a buttoned short-sleeved shirt and some jeans with his favorite sneakers.

"Hi guys, it was boring. Relaxing, but boring." I reply.

"Dude, you should've come with me and my family. The snowy mountains were awesome!" Allen says. Allen is a snow leopard, and he's quite smart. He's thin and lean, pretty athletic. His tank shirt and freestyle pants pretty much fits him, since he likes free running a lot.

"I'm not a snow leopard, Allen. I would've come back frozen stiff." I joke, we all laugh. "How about you Bruce? What did you do?" I ask.

"Not much, just some hard work on the farm." he replies. Bruce is a huge brown bull; he was captain of the Rugby team in high school. We used to hate each other, but we became good friends in our final high school year. He's wearing tight blue jeans and a white T-shirt with some sneakers.

"Dude, seriously. You got to see my new iPod, 8 GB of awesomeness I can listen to while free running." Allen says. He takes the iPod from his pocket and proudly waves it around.

"I just use a normal 2nd rate mp3 player." Tom says, "You can't really tell the difference..." he continues but he's interrupted by Bruce.

"Between my ass and your face!" Bruce shouts out loud. For the first time since Sunday, I'm actually enjoying myself as we all laugh hysterically at Bruce's sharp thinking.

The laughter dies down and we continue with our discussion of iPods, cars, the holidays and all that stuff guys talk about until it's time for class.

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After all my classes I walk back to my car, it's only the second day of University and I can barely carry my bag. I throw the bag in from the driver's side and climb in the car. I stare at the University; I couldn't concentrate in class today. Maybe I should transfer to another University, one where there is no "Mark" to distract me, one where I can make new friends. I start the car and pull out of the parking lot. Time to go to the library; I have some research to do before tomorrow.

At the library, I do my research, or at least I try to. Mark is still stuck in my head. That human couldn't wait to jump into my muscled arms every night. That human who clawed out my heart, ripped it to shreds and set it on fire. The human responsible for the huge empty hole in my chest...

My research is soon done and I return to my dorm, "Maybe a little wank would make things better." I decide.

I enter my room and lock my door. I'm damn horny; I haven't wanked since before Christmas since I was saving myself for Mark. Tears still fill my eyes when I remember how I had to pick up all the rose petals from the floor of my bedroom, how I had to pack away the special scented candles I bought and how I broke the CD with romantic music after he slammed the door shut in my face.

I throw my bag on the floor and get on my bed, I was lucky to find a dorm room on such short notice; I don't even want Mark to know where I live now... Not like he cares anyways...

I remove my T-shirt and pull down my pants, throwing them near my closet. It feels good being naked, you feel so free.

Slowly I rub my paw over my nipples, slightly squeezing them as I take my dick in my other paw. I start stroking slowly, feeling wave after wave of pleasure fill my body. It really feels good when you haven't unloaded for a while. I remove my paw from my chest and stick one finger up my ass, slowly starting to push it in and pull it out, while still stroking my pulsing cock, now leaking pre.

I grab my shaft tighter; squeeze my ass tighter, I start stroking faster sending more pre from the tip of my dick. I remove my hand from my ass and, with a different finger, take some precum and lick it off my finger. It almost tastes sweet, yet salty. I taste more precum as it streams out of my dick while I stroke it ferociously, my balls slam hard against my hand. It hurts, but it feels awesome! Faster and faster I stroke my cock, feeling waves of ecstasy as I reach the top and the same when my balls slam hard against my hand on the way down.

While still stroking as fast as I can, I slap my ass with my free paw, the pain collides with the pleasure from the stroking and my dick pulsates one final time before sending stream after stream of hot lion cum out of the tip of my cock as I stroke as fast as I can. While stroking, I take some of the cum on my free paw's finger and lick it off. It tastes salty, but good. I never knew I tasted this good...

Finally, I lay there on the bed. Exhausted. It seems I can get by without Mark, but it's not just about the sex, it's about us. About having someone to share it with. I get up from my bed and go to the bathroom to clean up. I look at my naked body in the mirror, my thick cock dangles from my inner loins, dripping with cum.

"I miss you so much, Mark." I say to myself. The pain returns again, worse than before. I close my eyes and picture him in my mind. "Please, come back to me..."

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Part 11 - Through the eyes of a lion (part2/2)

When someone breaks up with you, it generally takes some time to get over him or her. The amount of time varies from person to person, depending on how the relationship was. Well, three weeks ago, Mark barged into our University house and broke up with me in the most brutal way anyone could ever break up.

The past three weeks were painful, having to watch him and Tracey walk together holding hands, still trying to be friendly to that bitch because I don't want anyone to know why we aren't friends anymore. Yes, I need to force myself to talk to her and be friendly. There were times I just wanted to blurt everything out, let the cat out of the bag, but that would do more harm than good.

I look down at the whiskey in my glass, I'm sitting in a bar a few blocks from my dorm. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't laugh... I can't do anything that doesn't remind me of Mark. I thought it would be easy, but clearly it's not.

I gulp down the last bit of Whiskey and slam a R100 note on the counter. "Keep the change, Ben!" I shout at the bartender, who just waves and thanks me. I never drink too much, just enough to calm the nerves.

It's dark outside, how long have I been sitting there? I climb into my car, ready to go home to at least try to get some sleep since I have an important test tomorrow. I need to get some milk before going home; I used the last few drops in my coffee this morning. I hope I have some spare change for it, I was originally on my way to the cafe when I decided to go to the bar, however I'll have to stop at one of those quick-stop shops you get at gas stations and the nearest one is quite a far distance from my dorm.

About three blocks from the quickstop, my car starts huffing and puffing. "No! No! No! No! No!" I shout as it comes to a halt. "Stupid fucking car!" I curse at it as I hit the steering wheel with my paws. It still has more than enough gas, so there must be another reason it suddenly cut out. "Guess I'll have to walk." I mutter. I get out of the car and lock it; I start to walk to the quickshop.

It's so quiet at night, so peaceful, yet the same stuff that are normal trees during the day, turn into terrible monsters. Just like Mark did...

I enter the quickshop and head straight for the fridges where they hold the Milk. As I count my money to make sure I'll have enough change to call from a payphone for a lift back, I hear two voices talking to each other behind me. It's Andy, a skinny wolf, and Pete, a fox. I haven't seen them since high school; they're standing with their backs to him. I peek over the shelf; they're looking at some swimsuit magazine. There's a lioness inside wearing a sexy swimsuit that almost reveals places she'd rather keep covered.

"Damn, that's hot." Andy says.

"Yeah, she kinda looks like James Wilkinson's mom." Pete replies.

"James Wilkinson? That lion from high school?"

"Yeah, his mom was fucking hot! I'd fuck that mommy so hard she'd have trouble walking" Pete continues.

All my sorrow turns into anger, my pain turns into range. I step around the shelf and tap Pete on the shoulder. His eyes widen as he turns around to see me, realizing I just heard what he said.

I grab him by his shirt. "You little piece of fucking shit!" I roar as I pull back my right arm and fling it forward into his face as hard as I can, sending him to the ground along with the magazine shelf behind him. The shelf makes a loud crashing sound as it hits the floor, alerting the store manager along with two police officers that just happened to be filling their van up with gas. Pete is out cold and Andy is nowhere to be found.

"Hey!" the one policeman shouts at me, grabbing his gun and pointing it at me.

Immediately I lift my hands up. The officer walks up behind me, cuffing my paws behind my back.

"You're under arrest for assault and vandalism." he says and he continues to read me my rights.

"You don't understand! He was talking trash about my mom!" I tell him as he and his partner throw me in the back of the van.

"Tell it to someone who cares kid." The cop says as he slams the door shut.

Talk about hitting rock bottom, first I lose Mark and now I'm going to jail for hitting someone who talked trash about my mom.

Wonderful... Just wonderful...

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Finally, a piece I'm satisfied with again. I decided to take the focus off Mark for a few chapters to show James' feelings, not that that was necessary, anyone would be flattened after a breakup like that.

I split the story in two chapters because part 11 is three weeks away from part 10, that's also why part 11 is a tad short.

I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I had writing it, it felt good having a yiffy scene again for a change, remember to tell me what you think(good or bad) as I always like to know what my readers think as to better my future pieces.