The Games of Cats and Mice part one
#1 of The Games of Cats and Mice
Tyler sighed and let his arms fall back over the top of the seat he had taken a few moments before. "I don't know, what do you wanna do?"
Jason shrugged, the tall mouse taking a seat nearby as well. "I don't know. I mean, weren't we all excited about school being over so we could go out and do whatever we wanted?" He ruffled his grey fur, his two, large, disk-like ears twitching in annoyance.
"Yeah, I think that was before we came to the not-so-stunning realization that we have nothing to do outside of school," Tyler said, the feline scratching at the wood of the chair. He looked over at his friend and said, "We could rent porn."
Jason just shook his head and looked to the black feline. "No, that's stupid. Besides, if I wanted to jerk off, it wouldn't be with you. That's so gay."
"Right, like wearing candy bracelets is less gay," Tyler remarked, huffing under his voice.
"Whatever," Jason said as he stood in annoyance, "the point is we are not renting porn. I'm gonna go grab a soda, you want anything?"
"Beer," Tyler joked, knowing that the mouse's father had a well stocked supply of liquor in a special fridge under the bar nearby.
"Mountain Dew it is," Jason said, giving that small mousey giggle that had first caught Tyler's attention the year before.
The year before, when Tyler and Jason were both fresh from high school, memories of one night stands and past relationships, as well as one bad incident with cat nip, still ringing through their heads, they started life's next big journey, college. It just so happened that the two had been put in the same physics class, much to Tyler's eventual relief when he realized physics was just as much math as it was science, and had even taken up seats only a row apart.
Around halfway through the class, Tyler heard this little mousey giggle behind him, and looked back to see the mouse that was now fetching soda from a fridge behind his father's bar. When he asked what was so funny, Jason told him that his feline tail was tickling his legs, and that he couldn't stop laughing long enough to ask him to stop. Tyler, having been oh so curious about that "sinful act" that he had seen a few others persecuted before in high school, decided to let his tail wander after he returned his eyes to the blackboard.
This time, the feline's tail found its way up the mouse's leg, eliciting more giggles, and eventually to the spread of his legs, where it poked at the entrance to the mouse's shorts. Blushing furiously, Jason pulled one leg open more, and the cat's tail slid right in, pressing itself against the mouse's humble bulge. Tyler at this point was ever so thankful he had taken a seat at a table alone, and he and the mouse were farther back than most of the class, whom had decided to take seats near the front.
Well, after a bit of fondling and tickling, the bell rang to dismiss the classes for the ten minute passing period. However, the cat and the mouse were not to go to class for an hour, having been given second period free. Doing what cat's do best, Tyler managed to gracefully and silently make his way out of class, letting the tip of his tail be the mouse's guide through the mass of students that were on their way to their next class.
Ten minutes later, when neither mammal nor avian, nor reptile were to be found, Tyler was sitting alone on a bench by a fountain that was built near the back of the school, far from wandering eyes. He felt something brush his tail, and then his tail being guided upward, until a small, warm tongue, was exploring every strand of his furry tail tip. Laughing softly, Tyler looked back and up at the mouse, who smiled back. Leaning down, the mouse let his lips meet Tyler's and from that day forward they were inseparable.
Tyler smiled as he stared at the firm rump of his lover, wondering what it would be like to actually take him, to feel his tight, virgin ring stretching to fit his more than modest feline member. Despite all the fondling and kissing and cuddling the two did, the most they had ever done sexually was paw off to porn, both straight and gay. Neither denied that they would not mind female mates, children, and such things that came with normal families. That didn't mean that was what they wanted though.
Jason smiled as he sat back down, moving his chair over to sit next to the cat, batting playfully at the feline's tail. "Hm, thinking about when we met."
"Never stop thinking about it," Tyler said, "I was just lucky I was right when I guessed you to be gay. Otherwise, I think my tail would have been a few inches shorter."
"Being a pre-med student," Jason told him, "I could cut off more than your tail."
"You wouldn't," Tyler teased, "you would miss it too much."
"Now why would I do that?" Jason said, "It is not like I ever use it. It is just a little trinket and I could dispose of it whenever I want and not shed a tear of remorse."
Tyler smiled and pulled at the mouse's candy bracelet. "Honey, if you used it once, you would never want anything else. I just don't give it to you cause I don't wanna spoil you."
Jason arched one side of his brow. "Oh? Is that so? Well now, I don't see you going about trying to prove it."
Tyler, calling the mouse's bluff, walked over to the couch and pulled off his shirt, taking a seat after the blue piece of clothing had found refuge on the floor. Sliding down his tan shorts, until only his red boxers remained, he said, "Think you are ready for it? Think you can handle it? Then come and prove it mousey. Unless of course you are afraid of being embarrassed in front of the big old pussy cat." He spoke the last part with a slightly babyish tone, to try and stir the mouse into action.
Jason gave a small growl and stood, walking over to the feline. "Oh? You act like you have something to be proud of? Last time I saw your little tiny piece of cat meat, I asked myself if there was any more to it that you were hiding. I just didn't want to make you feel bad."
Tyler now gave the small growl, but quickly turned it into a lustful one. "Then why don't you peel back those troublesome boxers and take a look. I will even make you a bet."
Jason's eyes lit up at the mention of a bet, "And what might that be sugar?"
Tyler smiled coyly and said, "If yours is bigger than mine, I will...lift my tail for you, and do whatever you want me to do for the rest of the night. If mine is bigger than yours, you have to lift tail, do everything I say, and....I get to pierce your ear."
Jason stopped for a second. He knew what the cat meant by piercing his ear. He wanted to do it himself, with his fang. Jason thought and said, "Fine, but only if you add one more detail. If mine is bigger, you have to go to school for the rest of the semester wearing a cat collar with a tag that says ‘Bitch' on the name part."
Tyler smiled and said, "Deal." All this talk had gotten him hard, bringing him to a full six inches. He smiled as he had never seen the mouse get past five inches before.
Jason, however, would be the one to win this bet. Sliding down the cat's boxers, he stared at the white sheathe and sack, and at the red, barbed shaft that he had seen being pawed off at his side on several occasions. "Not bad," he said, smirking, "but not good enough." He pulled off his own shirt, some polo with a golf logo on it, and dropped his khakis and boxers, revealing a full seven and a half inches of mouse cock, smirking at the feline as Tyler's jaw dropped.
"What the...It was never more than five inches before when we pawed together," Tyler said, looking up sourly.
"Yeah, that's cause I never felt this...." Jason leaned in and whispered softly, "good. Now then, I believe this means you have to do whatever I want, right?"
Tyler growled softly and said, "Yes."
Jason gave that mousey giggle again and said, "Follow me."