The Pride - Chapter 5
#6 of The Pride
Here you are my story featuring my fursona and a family of lions, the Prides. From left to right let me introduce you to Sara, Louise, Henry and Michael and the two youngest, the twins Elisa and Lisa.
I wrote this story to get back into writing after nearly a year with out any serious attempt at wirting, after I had gotten through a rough patch in both my working and personal life.
Unlike most of my stories I don't have it planned out or even where I want to take it and as of yet is still uncompleted. One day I think I'll come back and complete it but for now enjoy what I have written so far.
"Yeah you got it man what ever you want!" Michael grinned and let out a happy chuckle, handing Malakye the red piece undergarment. Malakye wasn't entirely sure how to put it on, but after Michael had slipped into his he showed him how to. While Michael was helping, he couldn't help but think that Michael looked fucking sexy in that lacy underwear, his firm toned body, his muscular thighs and the unnatural bulge in the lingerie, he couldn't help but feel turned on. After finally getting his on Malakye felt... strange... but a good kinda strange. The fabric felt nice against his scales and the way it felt on his crotch and ass was amazing.
"So what do you think Malakye?"
"I-i-it's all-right." He admitted with a blush.
"I'm glad. Thanks for doing this." Michael smiled giving him a lick on the cheek making Malakye blush again at the affection. "Fancy watching T.V. In these?"
"Um... o-okay." They both went down the stairs and cuddled up on the couch, Malakye very wary about avoiding standing in front of any windows where someone might see him. They watched random programmes all morning from cartoons to reality shows to sci-fi shows like Star Furs and Fur-gate. Malakye thought they were all immensely entertaining and couldn't get enough of them, his attention only being drawn away when Michael decided to suck on his neck which lead to a make out session and some heavy petting. They were both laying on the couch lip-locked when they heard the front door open and they both froze, their hearts beating a hundred times a second.
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"It's only me boys!" Came Henry's voice. "I forgot one of my files for my court case this afternoon." He shouted as he ran up the stairs and a few moments later came running down again. "Have a good afternoon, I'll see you later." They both heard Henry linger at the door and they both felt their hearts beat faster when they thought they had been caught. "Remember, don't make too much mess!"
"Yes Dad! Bye Dad!" Michael yelled to his father not budging an inch just in case his father managed to see what they were wearing. They both breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the door shut and his car pull away.
"That was a close one!" Michael said sneaking over to the window to peek out to make sure he was gone. "Lets get dressed in case he decides to come back!" Malakye nodded, his stomach made a gurgling noise and Michael couldn't help but laugh. "Then we'll get some lunch." Malakye nodded in agreement, normally he wouldn't have bothered eating as when he was on the street it was difficult to get regular meals.
After going upstairs and changing out of their special underwear they got dressed normally. Michael lent some clothes to Malakye which Malakye was grateful for, finding it mildly arousing to be wearing clothes saturated in his scent, particularly the jockstrap. He had never worn one before, he felt secured, yet exposed at the rear at the same time, but got a tingle in his sheath at the thought of it. Going back down stairs they headed into the kitchen where they made some sandwiches using the left over meat from the previous night, Malakye felt like he was eating like a king the last two days. This sandwich was better than most things he ever got to eat while on the street which led him to thinking about what happens when he's fully healed? Henry and his family were incredibly kind letting him stay here while he healed, but would they throw him out onto the street again? No, Henry wasn't that kind of fur but he might end up in foster care or worse back with his uncle. Could he ask Henry to stay here?
"Dude, you okay?" Michael asked bringing Malakye out of his thoughts. They were back sitting on the couch, a loud explosion roared through the room from the action movie they were watching. Malakye turned and forced a smile.
"Ye-ah." He nodded. "I-I'm f-ine."
"Okay, if you say so." Michael give him a look that told him he didn't believe him but turned back to the T.V. Not going to push the matter. Malakye looked down at his tasty sandwich, he'd only taken a single bite out of it but after the idea of having to go back to his Uncle he had lost his appetite.
The afternoon passed pretty quickly. After banishing thoughts of returning to my Uncle from my head Malakye had curled up with Michael on the couch and watched T.V. till about 3:30 when Michael said he had to get his gear together for football practise. I helped him gather his stuff which was scattered across his room. Once we had finished Michael pulled me close and planted a soft kiss on my muzzle which I happily returned. Our kisses deepened and we held each other tightly and I felt my penis harden and soon felt his erection pressing against me. I don't know how far we would have gone but we separated when we heard the front door open and Michael's mother call him.
"Mikey! Are you ready? You'll be late if you don't hurry."
"Be right there Mom!" Michael called back reluctantly letting go of me and quickly put on his shoes. I watched him slip his paws into the white leather, it had been so many years since he had worn shoes he wondered how they felt. He grabbed bag and turned to me with an smile. "Hey, why don't you come along?"
"Huh?"
"It can't be good for you to be cooped up in the house all this time. Come and sit in the stands or something while I'm at practise. Sara will be there too, she's a cheerleader and they'll be practising their routines as well."
"O-kay... I gu-ess it w-on't hu-rt."
"Cool. Lets go!" He turned and left the room and I quickly followed him. Louise was standing at the door looking through the mail when we got downstairs.
"Oh you want to go too Malakye?"
"Y-es, if tha-t's o-kay?"
"It's absolutely fine honey. The fresh air will be good for you." They all left the house and climbed in to the car. A large family car, two rows of seats in the back and still plenty of room in the boot. The twins were in the furthest back seats as Michael and I climbed into the seats in front of them.
"Hello Mr Malakye." one of the twins said as he got in, he still wasn't sure which one was which by name yet. He smiled and said hi back before buckling himself in. Louise put the car into gear and they were on their way.
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"Have fun! You'll be all right getting home?" Louise asked.
"Yeah it'll be fine Mom. Bruce will give me a lift as normal, I'm sure he'll have no problem giving Malakye one as well."
"Okay. See you two when you get home!" She blew a kiss and drove off, the twins waving to us as they passed. Michael hefted his sports bag over his shoulder and we headed towards the school. As they made our way to the locker-room Malakye looked around at the brightly painted lockers, the posters displaying the school pride and advertising various after school clubs, the most prominent of all these were the large colourful signs with the head of a snarling feline and large paw prints, in red with bright yellow backgrounds and banners reading 'GO WILD KATS'. I had to wonder why they spelt it with a 'k' rather than a 'c' and then it struck me that it must be a play on the school name, Kathryn High school.
After walking down numerous hallways, all of which looked the same to Malakye, they arrived at the locker-room. The first thing that struck Malakye, when they walked in, was the almost over whelming scent of stale sweat and the lingering dampness from the showers. It was clear that the place was empty, Michael quickly made his was to a locker and began to strip off. Malakye murred as he watched, Michael's toned body flexing as he moved, his muscular back flexing as he pulled his top off over his head. Everything about Michael screamed dominance and masculinity. Malakye felt himself getting hard as he watched Michael pull down his pants revealing his firm ass, he was wearing nothing but a jockstrap giving Malakye a perfect view of his tail-hole.
"See anything you like big boy?" Michael grinned as he noticed Malakye staring, flexing his arms for good measure.
"L-ots of th-ings." He grinned back.
"Well I as much as I'd like to indulge you I'm already late." He turned and pulled out some protective gear from the locker. Malakye walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around him and licked his neck, murring in his ear. He leaned into the hug and purred. "If I could I would. Coach will already have me running laps for being late, I don't want to have to run laps all weekend."
"F-fine." He relented, letting Michael go. Michael turned and gave him a quick kiss on the muzzle.
"I'll make it up to you tonight okay?" He promised.
"I'll h-old y-ou to th-at." Malakye grinned.
"It's a promise." He quickly donned his sports gear and lead me outside. "If you sit up on the bleachers I'll meet you outside the locker room after practise okay?" Malakye nodded and Michael made his way over to the rest of the team.
Malakye went and sat down on the bleachers, there were a few other furs sitting round. Some of them doing homework, others simply here to drool over the cheerleaders or footballers. From where Malakye was sitting he could see the cheerleaders in some sort of pyramid formation, surprisingly for him he spotted Sara standing at the top. Malakye couldn't help but think she looked good, her outfit covering just enough to remain decent, leaving just enough to the imagination of horny teenagers. Turning his attention to the football field he saw that Michael was getting an earful off what Malakye assumed to be the coach, a rather large, middle-aged bull wearing the school colours and carrying a clip board in one paw and a whistle round his large neck. He was very muscular but had a bit of a gut, the bright red shirt he wore did nothing to help hide it. He seemed to finish his rant at Michael. After ordering him to do something Michael quickly responded and donned his helmet before running over to join the rest of the team as they lined up to practise.
The team ran several practise formations, the coach yelling at anyone who screwed up. Malakye didn't know a lot about football, he couldn't even name more than a few of the positions that players took. He knew the quarterback and then there was the receivers and the final one he knew was the position that Michael played, linebacker.. Michael was fast, the moment the ball was in play he moved like lightning and tackled furs much larger than himself to ground with ease. Malakye was enjoying himself, both the players and cheerleaders made for some nice eye candy. After they finished the practise runs they all gathered round the coach who then proceeded to give them some motivational speech, mostly macho bullshit, but it seemed to get the guys going. While the rest of the players went to the locker room Michael began to do laps round the field, his punishment for being late.
Malakye sat and watched Michael do his laps, all twenty of them. As Michael made his way to the locker room he waved and Malakye couldn't help but smile and wave back. He didn't know why but when Michael waved at him he felt strangely happy. He didn't think about it long before making his way to the locker room to wait for him. Malakye stood outside the locker-room leaning against the wall across the hall from the double doors. He could hear the cheers and excited talk of the guys on the other side, letting his imagination run wild as he pictured all those jocks walking around butt naked, their furs wet from the shower making their muscles more pronounced. A nearby poster informed Malakye there was a big game tomorrow night, it seemed the team was in good spirits. Eventually some of them began to leave, most of them barely acknowledging Malakye's presence as they spoke to their team mates. It wasn't until a large bull and two canines, a wolf and a grey hound, walked out that Malakye got any real attention, it wasn't the type of attention he wanted.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" The bull asked, stepping in front of Malakye with a confident swagger, leaning forward and placing his hand against the wall next to Malakye's head and leaned in close enough that Malakye could smell his rancid breath. "Saw you watching us during practise. I don't know you." He stated with a hint of annoyance. "You some fag that's come to check out my ass?"
"N-no." Malakye silently cursed, he still couldn't speak properly and he sounded timid the way he stuttered like that. Malakye turned his head so he was looking to the side, trying to not provoke him in anyway. The bull stood head and shoulders above Malakye and weighed at least twice as much as him, this was not a fight Malakye wanted to get into, and that's before you count his two jock friends who were standing a few feet away.
"Don't believe ya." The bull snarled, leaning in closer. "What do we do with fags round here boys?"
"We show them their place Greg." The wolf said with a smirk.
"That's right." The bull, Greg, smirked. Malakye turned to look him looked him in the eye for the first time and Greg punched him in the gut. Malakye cried out and doubled over, falling to his knees. Malakye's body was still pretty tender after the beating he took a few days ago at the hands of the street gang. The three jock chuckled loudly, the bull grabbed Malakye by the scruff of the neck and pinned him to the wall with his arm across his throat. "Well then fag, what do you think of that huh?" He struck Malakye across the muzzle and let him fall to the floor. His punch was strong but lacked any real killing intent. Malakye had been in plenty of fights in his time on the streets, this guy was used to his victims not fighting back, that was evident but Malakye wasn't going to let himself be intimidated. Shakily he stood back up, the three of them stopped laughing.
"Want some more huh?" Greg smirked pulling his arm back again, he moved slowly, thinking Malakye was just going to stand there and take it. Seizing the moment Malakye quickly brought his fist up, connecting with Greg's chin. Greg let out a grunt of surprise and his head snapped backwards, his body hitting the ground like a ton of bricks. His two lackeys were quick to grapple Malakye and pin him to the wall. It took Greg a minute to recover and climb back to his feet, shaking his head as if trying to work out what the hell just happened, his lip was bust and a slow trickle of blood ran down his chin. Before Greg could do anything else the locker-room doors opened, a large, black stallion wearing the same school sports jacket as Greg and the others walked out. All three of my attackers stopped, the two canines looked at the stallion with a hint of fear while Greg turned to regard the stallion with indifference, the stallion himself stood there for a moment as he took in the situation.
"What the fuck is going on here!?" The stallion bellowed with authority.