To Learn a Lesson Part 9: Repression
#9 of To Learn a Lesson
I actually think this was my first adult furry submission of any kind. I hope it's held up okay through the years! ^^;
Virgil continued until he felt Ryan start to struggle. He slowly pulled the lion away; both their faces were flushed with such intensity that it was visible even through Ryan's thick mane. "W--w-wh...!?" was all Ryan was able to stutter. Virgil placed a finger over his pet's tiny mouth. "Shshshsh, I don't understand it either... but please, j-just let it happen." Virgil pressed Ryan, who was too surprised to do or say anything of objection, against his chest with one hand and slipped his briefs off with the other. Once the mouse was fully nude he laid himself down on his bed and held Ryan against the underside of his exposed testicles. Instinctively, Ryan began to struggle. With all of the tiny lion's thrashing and wriggling, Virgil easily became aroused, his heart-rate increasing and his head beginning to poke out of his sheath. But to the mouse's dismay, it wasn't long before Ryan had tired himself out and his writhing ceased, putting a sudden halt to the waves of pleasure hitting his master. "Please, oh god, don't... stop..!" Virgil took Ryan and moved him to his relatively massive organ, which was now fully erect, and started rubbing the lion gently up and down his shaft. A small amount of pre-cum began to drip its way out of his slit as he continued to massage his manhood. Virgil began to take increasingly deep breaths the closer he came to ejaculation. The mouse was in total bliss, he'd never felt anything as amazing as this! All the while the lion remained completely silent. He was more focused on his thoughts than what his master was using him for... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Ryan was in sixth grade, his best friend's name was Allen. The young lion and jackal were practically inseparable. The only time they weren't hanging out together was when Ryan's parents set him up on dates with the daughter of a friend of theirs, who was another powerful CEO like Ryan's father. While Ryan did like the girl he was constantly set up with, he liked Allen even more. Imagine the shock his parents must have felt when he told them he was going to go to the homecoming dance with Allen instead of the girl of their dreams. Ryan's father was the most upset. He had spent his entire life building his reputation from nothing, and damn it he wasn't going to let his faggot son mess it up for him. Ryan was than forced to transfer schools and his father threatened to disown him if he ever heard his son was caught getting too friendly was another boy. This, as well as the summer-long, church sponsored camp for young individuals with "Unnatural and Immoral Choice of Mate", turned Ryan away from his true self and he denounced his bisexuality in turn for a more... "socially acceptable" heterosexual lifestyle. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ryan's nostrils were overtaken by the smell of semen and musk given off by Virgil's intense arousal. But the lion kept resisting and maintained his composure, but he couldn't hold out for long. As his master continued to stroke his gigantic organ a drop of his pre-cum dripped through his fingers and right past Ryan's face. It's powerful scent was more than Ryan could handle and he soon found himself just as aroused and erect as his master. The lion smiled, just as his dream had done for him the night before, his master had lifted another great weight off of his shoulders. He could finally accept who he really was after all that time. As his master neared orgasm he found himself on the verge as well. Virgil's fingers that held him were loose enough so that he felt every movement that went over his crotch. The mouse's soft fur and warm fingers were heavenly to Ryan, as was Ryan's fur and warm body to his master. It didn't take long before they both simultaneously climaxed. Virgil gasped and continued to pump until he was sure he couldn't get any more physical satisfaction out of the act and then laid there for a minute gasping with pleasure before he snapped out of his orgasmic bliss and realized what he had done. Ryan had since slipped down Virgil's crotch and was resting between his legs. Virgil shot up and looked at Ryan, an intense look of remorse and fear on his face. Had he hurt his beloved pet? Traumatized him? Virgil looked down at the surprisingly clean lion as he lay gasping on the bed. The mouse had a look of horror on his face. "Oh my god! Ryan! Are you alright!? Oh damn it, what the hell did I do?..." Virgil fell to his knees and looked toward the floor, tears welling up in his eyes. "Master, please you don't understand!" Ryan said leaping to his feet. "H-huh?" "Thank you..."
"Hey honey, you're home late." said the young she-wolf as she strode seductively over to Ike. She put her hands on his shoulder and stood on her toes so she could reach his face, "I've missed you..." Ike retreated a bit, "Um, baby... We have a guest..." "Hm? I don't see anyone. Are you feeling alright?" Ike sighed shifting Tim over to his left hand and placed his right hand over his wife's eyes. "Alright, you should be able to see him now." He removed his hand and held Tim in front of her face. "Oh!" She said in amazement, "Who is that? How did he get so small!?" "Oh this is my cousin Tim," Tim sat by giving only a weak wave, "Apparently he decided he was going to try and cast some forbidden spells. As you can see it didn't work out so well." "Ah," replied the wolfess before extending a finger to what she thought was directly in front of Tim, "I'm Jennifer, pleased to meet you!" Since the finger was still about a relative half-mile in front of him, Tim just gave another wave and wished Ike would hold him a bit lower... "So, this is another clan thing..." "Yeah... Sorry Jen, but would you mind looking after him? I promised Russel I'd cover his shift. His kid's softball game's in an hour." "No problem, but how am I supposed to-" "Oh yeah! Hold on." Ike preformed the necessary gestures to insure his wife could interact with Tim without any trouble and handed him over to her. "Okay, just one question though." "Yeah?" replied Ike as he opened the door. "Why does it seem like all of the clan's spells have to do with size?" "Dunno." "I mean, you'd think magic or whatever would do more stuff than that. Stuff that bordered on surpassing mortal comprehension and calling forth forces from other dimensions or-" "Don't question it." "Why not?" "Trust me. Just.. don't." Jennifer sighed, "Fine... I'll see you later dear." "I'll be home in a couple of hours," he gave his wife a peck on the cheek, "Play nice with Timmy okay?" Ike laughed quietly and headed out to his car. "Hey, uhhh... Jennifer." "What is it tiny?" She asked slightly amused by the massive size difference between herself and Tim. "If this clan stuff's supposed'ta be a secret. How come you get to know all about it?" "Oh, I'm part of the clan." She said, "I was married into it." "Cool, so you can get me back to normal right? I promise I'll be good..." Said Tim, putting on a sort of puppy-dog face. "Sorry. I'm not allowed to learn how to cast being that I wasn't born into it. Although it would be kind of awesome..." "I know. Hey, no one's around. Why don't you just open Ike's spellbook and have a little look-see. I won't tell." "What? No, I couldn't do that." Jennifer said looking back towards the leather-bound book that was sitting on the bookshelf, "I couldn't go behind his back that way." "Why not? As long as you don't cast anything too powerful no one will know. It'll be our little secret..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Tim, I'm home." Called Carlo as he walked into his house. "Son, we need to talk..." "Mom, what's this about? Where's Tim at?" "I'm afraid our little Timmy has gotten himself into a lot of trouble... sit down Gyermek. Elizabeth explained everything to Tim's father who just sat there quietly, making sure he collected and analyzed every detail of what was happening. He even proceeded to jot down some notes and make a crude time-line. This was a dangerous situation for the clan. "You should have just taken the book from him from the start. You know I didn't want him to have the power yet." Said Carlo annoyed. "Son, I only wanted him to better understand what the clan was. I've told you how I was bought up." "Yeah? Well it's not like that anymore. We're living in an era of technology Mom; messages can get passed back and forth between people so quickly, you can't just worry about one witness. If there's one, there's a thousand. It's just too dangerous to let a child have this much power and responsibility. How is it that you're the centenarian and I'm the mature one?" "Carlo! I'm plenty mature! I just like to stick to the old ways is all." "Mom, in case you haven't noticed, you're wearing a goddamn mini-skirt and high heels..." Carlo sighed and buried his face in his palm, "I honestly don't get you..." Elizabeth blushed and looked down at her current outfit. A quick snap of her fingers and she was adorned in a long royal-blue robe with gold and silver trimming (the traditional wear of the clan). "Fine, let's get back to the matter at hand. I say we let the clan leader decided what to do. That way we know Timmy won't be punished too severely." "No, the elders would never allow it. If anyone does the judging it won't be his mother. Besides, we need to take action now. By the time Maria gets back from her business trip it could be too late." "I suppose you're right... Let's think it over a while, we have to make sure we do this right or..." "Or the clan would be doomed and Tim could end up the size of a germ for the rest of his life. Yeah... I know..."