Lions to the Slaughter -- December 21st, 1994
#1 of Lions to the Slaughter
Just a quick flashback scene from my upcoming story "Lions to the Slaughter."
This scene involves Eric (a hyena) and Mitch (a lion), who are both 14 at this time. It involves kissing, and descriptions of a sexual nature. If this bothers you, do not read this.
Also note that this is a rough first draft, without a first read through. Expect some grammar issues.
"Hey, Mitch?" Eric asked from his spot on Mitch's bedroom floor.
Mitch grumbled as he paused the Gameboy he was playing and looked over at Eric. "What? I'm in the middle of a game."
"Dare you to kiss me," Eric said, a grin on his muzzle. Ever since high school had started, the two friends had been teasing each other about being gay.
"What? Kiss you?" Mitch put his Gameboy down and shook his head, a few stray mane furs falling in front of his eyes. "No way, you faggot."
"I'm the faggot?" Eric asked, his grin growing larger. "You don't want to kiss me because you know you will like it. Obviously you are the faggot." Impeccable logic was something Eric never possessed.
"But who is asking me to kiss them, huh?" Mitch replied now turning off his Gameboy. He knew he wouldn't be able to get back to his game since Eric had started in on this. "Sounds like you are the faggot, you fag." Faggot had become a very common word in both Mitch's and Eric's vocabulary and they both were all too eager to use it.
"If you don't kiss me, I will tell everyone you are gay." Eric smirked, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Ya and I will tell everyone you asked to kiss me. Who do you think they will believe?" Mitch grumbled, glaring at Eric for a moment. He really wanted to get back to his game and he knew the only way that would happen would be to give in. "If I do this will you shut up?"
Eric nodded a bit too enthusiastically. "Yea, I will shut up if you do this."
Mitch sighed and slid off the bed, his back resting against the bed. Eric slid over close and Mitch snorted. "You better shut up after this," Mitch said before he leaned over and quickly licked the side of Eric's muzzle. "There, you happy?"
"That wasn't a kiss," Eric said, shaking his head. "Nope, gotta be a proper kiss. Tongue and all."
"Tongue and all? You want me to put my tongue in your muzzle?" Mitch asked, shocked. He was even more shocked to find a little heat starting to spread in his groin. "That's disgusting, Eric."
"Okay, then I guess you are gay," Eric said, with a soft chortle. "Pussy."
"You know what, Eric? Fine. But you have to do it." Mitch was shocked to hear those words escape from his muzzle. Was he actually offering Eric the chance to full on kiss him? His groin was saying he absolutely should be offering as the warmth spread a little more and he began to feel a familiar stiffening of his penis.
"All right, pussy, I will do it." Eric came in closer, first nosing against Mitch's muzzle. Eric started with a few soft kisses against Mitch's muzzle, moving in to Mitch's lips. Once Eric had reached his lips, his tongue slid out and awkwardly probed at Mitch's lips.
Mitch took in a deep breath, and opened his muzzle up slightly. He felt Eric's tongue slip between his lips and rest up against his front teeth. His arousal pushed him further, and his muzzle opened far enough for Eric's tongue to slip past his front teeth and to touch his tongue. At first it was awkward feeling, having someone else's tongue in his muzzle, but that awkwardness melted away as Mitch got a taste of Eric's tongue and began to scent the beginning of Eric's arousal. He shifted slightly, giving his erection some much needed room and allowing him to tilt his head and he slowly slid his own tongue into Eric's muzzle.
The two embraced, tongues caressing and playing with each other as the scent of Eric's arousal reached its peak and Mitch's own erection also reached its peak. The kiss lasted for a few more moments before a grunt escaped Eric's throat. Right after Eric's grunt, the kiss was broken and Eric ran off towards the bathroom, presumably to deal with his arousal. Mitch sat for a moment, taking in Eric's lingering musk before he reached down to attempt to yank his sweatpants and boxers down. He wasn't fast enough, however, as the slight stroke of the fabric against his erection caused him to lose control of his arousal.
Mitch was lost in an orgasm stronger than any he had ever had. His body tightened up, a warmth grew up his spine and he had to bite his tongue to keep from groaning out loud. He could feel his semen pumping into his boxers, and soaking both into them as well as into his sweatpants. Just as quickly as his orgasm had started, it finished and he was left panting, hints of sweat covering his half naked body.
Mitch regained control of his breathing, and glanced down to the mess in his lap. Luckily all of his semen had been soaked up by the fabric which covered it. He slowly pulled off his sweatpants, and boxers, balling them up to avoid dripping any semen on the floor. He grabbed a wad of tissues and wiped around his half erect penis to clean up the best he could before he pulled on a fresh set of boxers and sweatpants. He jumped back into bed, pulling the sheets up to hide his still half erect penis, and flipped his Gameboy back on.
After a few minutes Eric returned to the bedroom, panting very slightly. As soon as Mitch glanced up to him, Eric put on a look of disgust. "That tasted horrible," he said as he sat down next to the bed. "Do you even brush your teeth?"
"Tasted horrible?" Mitch asked without looking up from his Gameboy. "Do you know what you smelled like. God, do you even know how to bathe?"
"I smell bad?" Eric asked now looking up to see what Mitch was playing. "You need a bath, yourself. You smell like...I don't even know what you smell like but it is not that great of a smell."
"Well, it was your idea, so shut up. You said you would shut up if we did it, and we did. Now, can I play or what?"