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The scent of school lunch food assailed my nose pad as I took in the familiar surroundings of the cafeteria. The cool particle board benches creaked as the big muscular buck sitting next to me adjusted himself. His name is Aaron. I've known him since the very first day of ninth grade. He's the schools wrestling captain and one of the most sensitive guys I know.

There was also a wolf girl sitting across from us. That's Amy, one of my best friends. Aaron and I trust her with practically all of our secrets. Amy is involved in a little bit of just about anything. She is the school's Color Guard captain, member of the National Honors Society, and a prominent member of the debate team.

Then of course there's me, Samson Temmek. I'm just your local queer hybrid. I don't really do the whole "extracurricular activity" thing much but I'm in drama club with Amy and Aaron and I guess that counts. I'm pretty sort for my species being only barely taller than Amy. I'm what is known as a Ti-ti-Liger which is one eighth lion and seven eighths tiger.

Together the three of us were like the three musketeers. Aaron the brawn, Amy the sex appeal, and myself... I guess I'm sorta the brains of the group but my grades don't exactly attest to that.

I flicked my ears to the sound of yelling from across the room. The voice was shrill and canine but beyond that I couldn't understand what it was saying.

I turned my head to around to focus on where the yelling was coming from. My eyes quickly located the source. The voice belonged to Tutu, she's a Rottweiler with a major superiority complex. I could see her arguing with her boyfriend, a lion called Brandon. He was the captain of the school's football team and currently the unwilling recipient of Tutu's wrath.

Aaron's eyes were also locked on the spectacle unfolding before us. He nudged me on the shoulder and smiled as he asked me, "Who do you think is going to win this time?"

"The same one that wins every time." Amy said before I could even move my mouth to answer him.

I finally chimed in with an appropriately sassy remark, "I give it fifty seconds before she slaps him and drags him out by the mane."

"I have no idea what would compel, possess, or force anyone to date someone like her." Aaron said.

There's a rather complicated story to go with Tutu. Let's just say that she would probably be one of our school's many whore's, if she weren't so psychotic when it came to interacting with other furs.

The yelling seemed to get easier to understand as Tutu began to raise her voice louder and louder, which quickly silenced the rest of the room.

"What do you even see in that, that skank that you don't see in me!?" she yelled extending her arm to Amelia who was standing behind her.

I glanced over at the small fox. She was clutching her books close to her chest and looked as if she were trembling. I could tell that she was absolutely terrified, and I don't blame her, since I've been on Tutu's receiving end several times myself.

"Nothing! Since when am I not allowed to talk with furs other than you?" Brandon yelled back at her.

I don't really know Brandon that well. We've talked backstage and in class a few times but no enough to really get to know someone. He was really hot though, I will admit to stealing a few glances of his round butt whenever the opportunity to do so presented itself. I could just picture myself running my fingers through his big brown mane and up and down his back and...

The sound of a firm slap across the face reverberated throughout the room which brought me back from the world of sexy lion fantasies.

"Ow, hey!" Brandon was yelling as Tutu walked through the big metal cafeteria doors gripping him by the mane.

"See, what did I say?" I joked, "Poor guy. Wouldn't want to be him right now."

"Who I really wouldn't want to be right now is Amelia." Amy said with an air of her usual brand of type 1a worry, "She's definitely earned the ire of Tutu for the next few days. Poor thing... and she's already so shy." Amy was always acting like a mother to just about everyone. You just don't want to cross her or mess with any of her 'children' as she called them. Really they were just her closest friends a group which I proudly had a place in despite the creepiness of the title.

Amelia is a little of an outcast in our school... I don't really know what went on to cause all this but my best guess would be that Brandon asked Amelia about a homework project or something and then Tutu "walked in" on them. At least that's how Tutu is going to advertise it later. She had a way of twisting events and words to her will.

"Well let's just hope when that... ends, none of us show up on her radar." Aaron joked hiding his feelings behind a fake laugh as usual. I could never tell what exactly he was thinking and what he was trying to hide from any eavesdropping furs.

"Unless I am mistaken aren't you the only one of us that would have that problem Aaron?" Amy jokingly responded playing into his ruse, something I refuse to do, "Because, last time I checked I'm a female and so is Tutu, I may be wrong about the later though, but either way neither of us are lesbian. And as far as our stripe-ed friend Samson here..." she trailed off giggling about it. I don't even know what's supposed to be so funny about it though. I'm gay and I don't hide it.

"Uhng... please don't remind me..." I pleaded to her. Tutu and I have a very turbulent past. Let's just say... she wanted to mate with me, and I wanted to drop a stage light on her head. Or was it an anvil?

"I'm sorry" Amy replied unable to keep her composure, and her head now laying on the table with her hands on the back of her head, "It's just so funny!"

"Yes I believe I remember you two running around back stage with her practically trying to molest yo..." Aaron interjected at this point also laughing loudly.

I cut him off jumping to my footpaws, "And... on that note I'll leave you two to your reminiscing. I've got to get to class." And at that I left leaving the two of them behind. Partly because I did need to get to class but also because I'd rather not relive old memories.

Memories from when I was... forced into coming out to get Tutu off my back and everything that followed, even if that was over two years ago it still upsets me. I can be a very confusing person. It was just something to make me even more different. Definitely not a lion, despite the slight mane and how my tail fur flared out at the end, not quite tiger even though I have stripes everywhere, and then add queer on top of all that and you end up with one piece of miscellaneous queer animal.

The rest of the day went on excruciatingly slowly from there especially Mr. Kartev's chemistry class. At least I had a good view of a few of the school's football players, especially Brandon his mane blowing slightly as he moved, his sexy tail, his... ass. I'd never admit it to anyone but I did have more than a little crush on the lion. All the things I wish I could do to him, hold him, kiss him, other activities reserved for those more of his... type. Of course he was forbidden to me for more than just one reason, he had the whole... Tutu thing, and most obviously, he wasn't gay.

After school I had drama practice with Amy, Aaron, and of course Tutu and Brandon. I somehow managed to get the male lead whit my luck, or maybe lack thereof, had it Jessie, who is one of the hottest girls in school got the female lead. Any other guy would love it if the tall gazelle had to kiss them but, I... wasn't too thrilled at the idea. 'Hottest girl in school' usually is just a fancy title for the busiest slut in town and who the hell knows where her lips have been! Well I can't really complain about that, I have given my share of blowjobs, I'm just more discriminating about the dicks I put into my muzzle.

At least I got to spend a few hours after school with Brandon, except when he has football practice or Tutu is practically molesting him as he tries to desperately escape. Still even then most of my interaction with him was me making a fool of myself or awkwardly starring at him when Tutu was not around. He never seemed to catch on despite me acting normally when I am around any other guy. For all I know he just saw my fumblings as funny and a distraction from Tutu.

I found myself sitting on the big black bench backstage with Amy and Aaron. The bench caked as Aaron readjusted himself. I read the typed print from my script trying to memorize my lines and songs in time for the performance.

"It isn't the stork! It isn't the stork! It isn't the stork at all!" I read, "Oh life is grand! It's very interesting, I think I understand! Thankyou father and father I lo..."

"Ah-! That leonine son of a bitch! How could he do this to me!" my ears perked to the sound of a familiar voice yelling.

Amy leapt up with a creak and began walking out of the room rubbing her forehead with her paw, "Well I guess that's my cue..."

I really don't know what was going on but I guess that she's most likely going to try and calm Tutu down or just keep her from destroying anything... yup probably just going to keep her from destroying anything. Calming her down would just be a lost cause.

Just after she left I saw Brandon come running into the room. He looked rather rather... scared to death seems like the best way to put it. His face was like the look you get when something really bad just happened and you fear for your life. And, just as my luck would have it, he chose to hide behind me... ME of all furs in the room! He grabbed my shoulders and ducked behind my head. Everything was happening so fast that I just couldn't keep up with it all.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do and all I could manage to add to the situation was a very shocked sounding, "Wha...?!"

I looked over to the doors as Amy burst through them creating a loud bang when the cold metal rectangles hit the concrete wall. I could hear her yelling things I wasn't even able to understand at the moment.

Finally I snapped out of my daze only to see an enraged Tutu storm into the room. Throwing the doors aside creating another loud banging noise. She looked terrible, even more than usual, which would probably even give Chucky nightmares, her fists were clenched, ears flared, and a face that seemed to shine red even through her black and brown fur.

"Where is that fucking bastard!" she yelled.

"Oh, shit! Damn it!" somehow managed to escape my maw as she rushed at us.

She screamed at the cowering lion behind me, "Who the HELL do you think you are! Breaking up with me! And with a note of all ways you bastard!"

"I... I... uh... I've tried to break up with you in person but each time I do you find a way to... evade it..." I heard Brandon's voice as he peeked out from around my head. His warm breath ruffled my whiskers sending a chill up my spine.

I was screaming every word I could think of in my head. I just sat there, staring forward and breathing quite heavily with my eyes open so wide it felt like they were going to fall out.

I finally built up the courage to look around the room. I could see that Aaron and Amy were standing about ten feet away and looked as shocked as I was. Jessica was sitting in the corner, I could see that she was mumbling something to herself.

"Why? Why! Would YOU break up with ME!? I thought what we had was special?" the yelling started again.

"Well Tutu... you're kind of a... bitch..." he said, as he ducked a punch from the beast in front of me.

I managed to mutter, "Oh Hell! Fuck!" and winced as the second swing barely missed me.

"You bastard!" she yelled.

"Look Tutu it's over between us! It has been for a long time now!" He was practically yelling in my ear.

She took one last strike at him connecting with his face and continuing on to mine. I fell to the floor grasping my cheek, where her claws managed to make a reasonable slash. She quickly stormed out of the room crying leaving me laying on the floor.

Brandon fell back onto his tail and was panting heavily. He was staring down at the blood coming from my cheek and tried to say something to me but I couldn't make it out with my ears still ringing from what just happened.

Amy rushed over to me slightly bouncing on her footpaws as she did so. She placed one paw on my back and grasped my paw with the other one to help me sit back up. She took my chin into her paw and turned my head to get a better look at my cheek...

"I think it looks mostly superficial." She said comfortingly, "Aaron! Go and get some bandages and alcohol patches."

"Superficial my ass..." I said, "It hurts like a bitch! And knowing you, you'd probably still tell me it was superficial if my arm was laying across the room."

"Yup, you'll be fine." She said, "Sass is always a good sign with you."

"Hey at least this time you only came away with a flesh wound." Aaron joked as he walked in, obviously overhearing my last comment from where he was standing. He had a small box in his hands that had a little red plus sign painted on the front of it.

I watched as Amy took a small bottle of disinfectant from the box, "Can't be too careful with Tutu now." I smiled a little bit as she sprayed the bacterial annihilating spray onto my face and pulled some bandages from the box.

From the corner of my eye I saw Brandon stand up and take a few steps towards me.

He crouched down to my level and smirked as he spoke to me, "Sorry I got you involved back there. I didn't really know what I was even planning to do. Things just sort of happened and spiraled out of control."

I was completely dumbstruck trying to come up with something to say while not trying to stare directly at his crotch. Which at this point was practically right in my face. I didn't really even cared about the lameness of his excuse. Not with such a sexy view distracting me. I will admit that I may have sampled his scent while he was down here. No shame in that.

"It... it's fine." I finally managed to say.

Really? Is that the best I could come up with? Brandon just looked at me with his blue-grey eyes, giggled a little and winked at me with a sort of half smile. I guess it was just a little odd, but nothing to really think too much about.

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Fortunately, after coming backstage to see what the hell was going on, the director decided to let us go home early today. I wasn't going to complain, I could really use the break.

I walked for around ten minutes after leaving the big brick building before I stopped at a rather plain house, yellow siding, a tree in the front yard nothing special, I noticed my mother's car was in the drive way and let out a sight growl and groan.

I walked hesitantly to the front door bracing myself for what was likely to come. I hadn't planned on my mother getting home early today which means that it'll be damn near impossible to avoid her.

I stuck my key into the lock and pushed the door open. Walking in I was greeted by the sound of my little brother and sister screaming at each other. They were only my half-siblings and nearly ten years younger than I am. I gazed around the room taking in the dirty walls and stained carpet. The furniture was old and ragged with its fair share of stains as well. I could smell wine and cigarette smoke in the air. Another clear sign of my mother being home. At least the scent of pot and finding hypodermics in the trash wasn't as common of an occurrence since my deadbeat stepfather moved out.

My eyes finally fell on my two squabbling siblings, "Hey! Do you two do anything but fight?" I asked raising my right eyebrow in a rather playful manner. They are my half-siblings around eleven years younger than I am.

"Samson!" my sister called out as she ran over to me nearly tripping over herself. I slumped down into the chair in front of the living room window.

I sighed as she stood there next to me. I reached down and patted her head, feeling her soft head furs. My ears flicked and my fur stood on end at sound of breaking glass coming from the kitchen door way. I saw my mother standing in the door way. She was just looking at me and then down to her broken wine glass, apparently she wasn't expecting to see me home this early.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she said in the most annoyed tone she could muster.

"Well I sorta live here." I responded sarcastically knowing that I would be testing my own fate.

"I know that!" she rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh before continuing, "What are you doing here this early!? Didn't you have some meeting thing after school today?"

It was quite obvious to me that she was drunk at this point, judging from the wine and scent of her breath that I could smell from the other side of the room. She's always had a problem with drinking, it was one of the main reasons my father left her and its only gotten worse since my stepfather was killed two years ago.

"Shit that's gonna leave a stain!" she said.

She was bent over picking up the broken glass and trying to scrub out the wine she spilled on the carpet, even though one more wine stain on the carpet would not have made a difference.

"The director let us leave early today..." I stared daggers across the room as she continued to scrub at the spilled wine, "You know, you wouldn't have this problem if you quit drinking."

She rushed over at me grabbing my jaw and just started yelling, "If I wanted your fucking opinion I would have asked!"

The scent of alcohol only got stronger with each breath that brushed by nosepad. She paused for a moment and turned my head, not having the same concerns for me as Amy did earlier.

"How the hell did you get that?" she said pushing my chin back.

I reached up slowly with my paw caressing my cheek gently and rubbing my chin. I remained silent nothing I said would change what she would say next.

"I don't know why you find some pleasure in doing this to me! In making problems for me!" she continued. She started pacing around the room making all sorts of drunken gestures at me, "Don't you ever think before you do, Samson! You can be just like your father sometimes... ugh."

"Mom! Stop it!" I growled back at her clenching my fists and baring my teeth without realizing it. She just made me so angry.

Before I knew it I felt her hand connect with my face. I winced as I was nearly knocked over again. She just stood over me baring her teeth too.

"You better just go clean up..." She said back in her annoyed tone from earlier.

I looked over to the corner seeing my two siblings cowering I the corner, my mother snapped back into yelling this time directing it at them.

"And you two! Quit crying and grow the fuck up!"

She rushed out of the room nearly stumbling on the broken glass that still lay on the floor. I fought back tears I ran up the stairs as fast as I could and slammed my bedroom door behind me. I made a quick look around before I finally collapsed on my bed crying. I felt my eyes begin to itch from the cool tears dampening my face fur, but I don't care.

These kinds of fights between me and my mother have been getting more and more common recently. Hell, they're practically a daily occurrence. I did play a part in the one today, and this was mild compared to the other ones, most times she just snaps on me for just about anything, reading, sighing, chewing too loudly, that kind of crap. She's always resented me the "mongrel fag child of that bastard" as she usually refers to me. She hates my father and me for being his son.

I just laid there sobbing as the hours ticked by. I finally sat up and looked out my bedroom window. It was already dark out and I could hear the crickets chirping off in the distance. I looked down noticing a small puddle of blood where I had been laying. I reached up to my cheek pulling my hand back at the pain. I noticed the blood on my paw as I pulled it back and into the light. I rushed over to my mirror seeing that my cheek had started bleeding again staining the left side of my face in the red liquid.

I leaned my head against the mirror, tears falling from my eyes as I just started beating the mirror with my right fist hitting it harder and harder each time. I heard a loud crack and felt a sharp pain in my hand. Pulling away from the mirror I looked at the cut on my.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" I yelled.

In my anger I didn't even notice that I had shattered the mirror. It was several minutes before I looked up at my broken reflection.

"Crap... ugh!"

I snuck out of my bedroom and made my way to the bathroom down the hall. I tried to make as little noise as possible, so I wouldn't wake up my mother. I was in no mood, or shape for that matter, to get myself into another argument. I turned the sink handles trying to be careful not to get blood everywhere. I sat on the side of the bathtub staring at the nicotine stained, once white door as the water warmed up. My stomach was in knots. , I couldn't figure out why this fight had affected me so badly. I haven't felt this bad in nearly... in nearly two years. Not since I came out as gay. In school most of my class mates had just accepted that. While at home my mother strived to make my life a living hell, just another reason or her to hate me.

I opened the closet door and grabbed a wash cloth and I began the task of cleaning the matted blood from my face and paw. I never really had a good chance to really look at my face yet. You'd think I were some refugee from some horrible war. But no, I'm fighting my worst battles on the home front. I could see the gash made by Tutu, and another from my mother's claws. I could also see that my lip had also swelled up from when my mother slapped me.

I just stared at my reflection with a blank expression that scared me. I've been beaten by my mother before but she's never drawn blood before... at least not on my face. If I weren't so tired I'd probably still be crying. I quickly turned off the sink and the lights and went back to my room and just fell over on the bed. I stared at the ceiling until I found myself drifting off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning I was still clenching my pillow in my arms, it still had the blood stains from the day before. I rolled over to look at the clock, "Holy shit!" I jumped out of bed it was already nine forty-five, I was over an hour late for school. I quickly changed out of my stained clothes, from the night before, and threw on my cargo shorts, a white tee, and a short sleeve buttoned over shirt. I slung my backpack over my shoulder throwing a few bags of food, clothes, and a couple bottles of water in it too.

I ran out of the house laming the door behind me forgetting to even lock the door. I continued to run all the way too school and was panting and sputtering long before I got into Mrs. Yates history class. I took my seat next to Amy and Aaron as I usually do.

Amy was the first to talk to me, "Where have you been? You completely missed first and second..." when she finally saw my face her entire demeanor changed, "Oh my god! What the hell happened to you?" she whispered.

I answered her in a very hoarse voice. My throat was sore from all the crying last night.

"I... I got hit by Tutu yesterday. Remember?" I tried my best to hide what really happened but she knew me too well, she could hear the guilt in my voice.

"Yeah I remember but it wasn't this bad. What's this other cut here from? And your lip? And what happened to your eyes? Have you been crying?" she spoke in her softest voice possible, her motherly instincts kicking in.

"I'd rather not talk about it, Amy." I said while I rubbed my forehead. I quickly withdrew my paw remembering my cuts there once I felt the pain. I didn't want her to notice those either since she was already on high alert because of my face.

"If you want to talk about anything we are here for you, Sam." I gave her a look as she turned around a look I can't even describe. Maybe... maybe a look of defeat, or embarrassment, or both. Maybe shame about hiding something from them.

That day I decided to eat lunch alone, still trying to figure out why I felt so bad. I sat in silence through the rest of my classes it seemed even the teachers got the message, 'leave me alone...'. Thankfully we didn't have rehearsals that afternoon so after school I left as quickly as I could and I ran. I just ran, I don't even know where I was running to, I was just... running. This wasn't the first time I've run away from home before and I'm pretty sure my mother will be less than worried about me.

I finally stopped at a small secluded out cropping of trees behind an abandoned convenience store, and I just sat there silent, with my eyes closed, I was motionless.

I didn't even hear the footsteps getting closer to me until their source spoke to me in a familiar startling voice, "Samson? Good God man, have you ever thought about joining the track team?"

I jumped and squealed a little at my unexpected visitor when I caught my breath I finally managed to say, "Brandon! What the fuck are you doing here? How the hell did you find me?"

For the first time in my life I managed not only to get one full sentence out to the guy but two and they even included the word 'fuck'.

"Well, I saw you running pretty fast and I wondered what was going on. So... I followed you here." He had that smirk on his face again, "Plus... it looked like you could use a... friend. So what did happen with your face? Its way more messed up than I remember.

I gritted my teeth, "Subtle much?"

"Well... I can be. I'm trying to lighten the mood a little. Is it working?"

"Trying not succeeding." I said sarcastically.

For the first time in what seemed like days I managed to eke out a little grin.

"Got any tips to help me there?" he asked.

"You could sit there and be quiet... or you could just leave me alone."

That time I got out a little giggle. I don't know how bet he just had a way of making me feel better.

"Oh, come on! You don't really mean that do you?" he said.

He still had that grin on his face barely showing off his pearly white canines.

"Sure I do. Why do you think I would come here?" I retaliated.

"To be alone I'm guessing. You don't really seem like the druggy type and I doubt your here for... the 'services' of the legal escorts. But, the real question is why you are _still_here?"

"What do you mean by that?" I stared at him quizzically with one brow raised.

"Well, you're not quite alone anymore are you?" he gave me a devilish giggle at the last one.

"Well... it definitely isn't because you provide pleasant company. That's for sure."

"I don't believe you!" he said as he sat crossed his arms and turned his back to me.

What did I do something wrong to upset him?

"What?" I leaned in closer to him.

"You think I've never noticed? How cute." Ugh, that damned smirk again.

"Noticed what? ... Cute?"

What he did next completely left me in shock. He leaned in close and softly planted his lips on mine.

I slowly pulled back, "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" he asked, still smiling at me, "I'm not completely blind, at least not when I'm wearing my contacts, I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching you."

I was dumbstruck by what I was hearing, "But you're not..."

"Not gay? Wrong again. I've known for a while now that I was. It was about six months ago when I started to realize that I've never really had any meaningful relationships with girls and that I hated every last one of those relationships or just didn't feel anything from them. When I started dating Tutu... it was really just me in denial I don't even know what I was thinking. I was telling the truth yesterday when I told her that our relationship ended a while ago. In fact it never even started. I started to notice how much attention you paid to me and I..." He stared off at the side of the convenience store looking a little forlorn.

"Is that why you broke up with Tutu?" I gently placed my paw on his leg.

"Well it's one of the reasons. Suffice it to say there were... several others."

"I can imagine"

I was laughing as we sat there and stared into each other's eyes. We learned in again and he planted a tender kiss on my lips. We kissed for a good thirty seconds before we pulled away. My eyes glanced down and stared back into his eyes.

"So... does this mean?" I asked.

All he did was stare at me and then widened his smile, "Come with me I know a place I think you'll like. It beats sleeping here for who knows how long."

Crap. What didn't he know about me? I don't quite remember telling him I planned to sleep here. I felt him grab my paw and pull me to my footpaws. He began to walk me down Carson Street, holding me by the paw.

After around fifteen minutes I asked, "Are we almost there yet?"

"Almost just a little bit further. Trust me you'll like it." He assured me.

"Can you at least tell me where you plan to take me?" I said in a huff. With big pouty kitten eyes

He stopped and gave me his devilish smile again.

"Ugh... Fine you win, I'll tell you. My uncle runs hotel up the street he'll let you stay for the night if I ask him."

"A hotel? And do you plan to stay with me?" I asked with a tone of fallacious dissaprovement.

He chuckled as he answered, "Only in you want me too. Come on its not that much farther."

"At least its Friday I'd hate it if I had walk back to school tomorrow." I said, "Not that I'd find my way back anyway I don't even know how I got here."

He let out another chuckle and continued walking I followed behind him.

We walked for about another five minutes until he said we had arrived. The building was gorgeous! Maybe ten floors tall with white marble columns outside. We walked in and I could see that a grand piano dominated much of the sitting area along with the fireplace mantle next to it.

"Hey uncle Giovani!" Brandon startled me a little as he yelled across the room, "Do you think you could put up my friend Samson for the next few nights?"

The lion behind the counter smiled back at us and gave a gentle wave, he looked nothing like Brandon he had a long black mane unlike Brandon's shorter brown one and he was also several inches shorter in height. My guess would be that they were related probably related by marriage.

"Nice to see you Brandon. It's been a pretty slow week, I'm sure I can find a room for him. Just wait here a moment" The older lion spoke in a sorta funny accent, something... European maybe? It was only a draw though so he's probably lived here for a while.

"So, your uncle owns this place?" I asked.

I took a few steps forward taking in all the new sights. This place was far nicer than any I've ever seen let alone been to. It's hard to believe that my house was only half an hour away by foot.

"He's worked here since he was fifteen he pretty much just runs the place now." He answered as he walked over to me.

His uncle came back into the room holding a card key in his left paw, "Well here you are. The room is on the seventh floor and, the elevator is right over there."

He gestured to the far wall of the room where two large metal sliding doors poked out against the paneling.

I smiled and reached out to grab the key and politely replied slightly bowing my head, "Thanks."

"Well, you're very welcome." He gave me a somewhat creepy smile back as I politely walked back to Brandon.

We walked into the elevator together, I stood there as he pressed the floor number and just looked down at me with that smirk that just seemed common place by this point.

"So, just what are you?" he asked rather bluntly, "I don't think I've ever really asked before."

"What do you mean?" I said.

"I mean what species are you? I know you look mostly tiger but... there's something else isn't there?"

"I am a ti-ti-liger on my father's side. My great grandfather was a lion." As I said that I looked down at my feet looking embarrassed as I began to think about my mother again.

He put his arm around my shoulder as he tried to console me, "It's nothing to be ashamed about... there are a lot of hybrids out there and they're only going to get more common."

"I know. I know." I said, "It's my mother, she always gives me hell about it. Her 'mongrel child' as she calls me."

I elected to not tell him the other parts of what she says but he could probably guess what else happens.

"Is she..." he caressed the wounds on my cheek, "Is she responsible for this?"

I looked up into his eyes and just fell into his arms, crying on his jacket, surprised I even had any tears left. He just held me in his arms, silent, he leaned his head on mine.

"I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean... to..." he started.

I pulled away from him, "No. It's fine... I-I just get like this sometimes." I lied.

He walked over to me grabbing my right arm, "It's okay, I don't mind. From what I've heard it sounds like you just need to let it out. Come on let's just get you to the room and cleaned up."

I leaned back into his arms not expecting the jock lion to be so gentle.

He guided me to the room and I stumbled over and sat on the bed staring at my knees and playing with my thumbs. He slowly walked over to me gently sitting next to me and putting his arm over my shoulders. I looked up at him wiping the tears from my eyes trying to speak clearly.

"I'm sorry... sometimes I just break down like this."

Putting his soft paw on my right cheek he stared into my eyes once again consoling for the second time that day, "It's fine." He had a serious inflection in his voice this time, one that made me calm down and just listen to him, he looked off fighting back tears of his own, "I went through some pretty tough times not too long ago too." With almost a bitter-sweet scoff in his voice as he continued, "My father was killed almost two years ago..."

This time he wasn't able to fight back the tears as the tables turned on me and I found myself being the one to console him, "I know how you feel... when I was six my father walked out on my mother. As I got older... I-I just wish he took me with him..."

"I guess I... never really got over his death. Just buried it under... everything else in my life, sports, drama, school..." He stared off into the distance seemingly deep in thought.

I reached out touching his elbow, he jumped at the feeling of my paw. Looking up into his eyes I couldn't help but ask him.

"How... how did he, uh... your father..."

"Die?" He cut me off finishing my sentence, "He was killed... no." He took a deep breath as he continued, "He was murdered in cold blood I never understood bin it happened. Why him. Huh... looks like we're not so different after all."

Looking into his big blue-grey eyes and we froze. We sat there for who knows how long until till I leaned in close and kissed him softly.

I don't know when but at some point I ended up laying on my back with him on top of me straddling my hips. Breaking the kiss he looked into my eyes, panting as he as he asked, "How far do you want this to go?"

I gave him a deep purr in response as I turned the tables on him flipping him over and pinning him to the bed as we resumed our kiss. I pulled back and in the most lustful and seductive tone I could muster replied, "As far as you want it to take it."

Once again flipping me over to my back he growled as he because taking off his shirt revealing the perfectly sculpted chest beneath, not to big but still not pudgy, never really liked abs on my men anyway. I began doing the same throwing my shirt to the floor. We once again fell into each other's embrace as our tongues began to wrestle in each other's mouths. I barely noticed when his paw slipped down to my crotch grabbing it firmly. I jumped at the sensation of his fingers prying at my sheath's front door and retaliated by grabbing his ass through his pants.

I could feel my own cock slipping out of its sheath at the touch of his paw rubbing into my crotch. He began unbuttoning my shorts with his other paw as I began to work on him feeling the sizeable bulge in his own pants. He made quick work striping my shorts off while I struggled pulling off his jeans. Finally getting them off of his legs I looked down and saw his feline dick poking out of the fly of his boxers. I stared at his eyes grinning and the finally wrestled him onto his back again which was no easy task, but I did have a few tricks up my sleeve.

I moved down to leaking rod taking it into my mouth letting by tongue caress his head and barbs as his hands combed through my mane. He was moaning in pleasure as I bobbed up and down taking in his six and a half inches, he wasn't as long as I was but a whole lot thicker.

Wanting to please him as much as I could I pulled back to the tip allowing my tongue to play with his sensitive barbs. He moved his arm to start jacking my feline cock as he threw his head back moaning and saying, "Oh, god! Suck me, Samson! Suck me hard!"

I was more than happy to oblige once again bobbing up and down on him with my lips running up and down his length. He began moaning louder and louder pushing my head into the gentle thrusts of his hips. He took in one deep breath instinctively pushing my head down as far as it would go as he arched his back shooting his load in my mouth making me gag a little as he called out my name. I tried to swallow as much of his juice as I could but some of it managed to seep out. As his orgasm died down I moved up to his head looking into his dreamy eyes he looked back with a grin noticing his cum running down my chin, "You've got something right... here."

He leaned in to kiss me pulling back and coughing slightly at when the taste of his cum reached his tongue. I was lightly laughing at his reaction, "Did you get it?"

"Ugh! How do you eat that stuff!?"

"Why don't you try me and I'll show you." There was a seductive grin on my face as I rolled onto my back and began to remove my boxers which were already wet with pre. He placed his lips somewhat hesitantly on my cock carefully taking the head into his mouth wincing at the taste as he slowly tried taking my seven and a half inches. After a few seconds he began bobbing up and down on taking in as much of me as he could, gaging as he went down.

I tried to give him a few tips, "Use more tongue. If you feel like you're going to gag pull back a little and take it slowly." He looked up at me with his beautiful blue-grey eyes slowly pulling back to the tip, "Good now play with it." I ordered him.

He began using his textured tongue to circle my head and stimulate my barbs. He moved is paws to play with my balls and ass rimming my hole. I threw my head back at the feeling of him touching me. I began moaning out his name growing closer to orgasm with every breath I took.

I couldn't hold it back any more. I shot my thick cum in his mouth only giving him a loud breathy moan as warning. He quickly pulled his head back spitting my cum out onto my belly as I continued to shoot rope after rope most of it hitting him in the face. After the euphoria left me I looked up to see Brandon's face coated with my seed, "You've got a little something... right here." I leaned in kissing him once more tasting my cum on his breath, "Was mine any better than yours?"

"Not really... I guess it's more of an acquired taste."

"It came to me pretty easy. And yes the pun was very much intended..." I gave a devilish chuckle, "You have a very fine vintage."

"So... you think your funny now do ya?" he laid on top of me laughing.

I rolled him over to my side as I rolled over to face him, "Promise me..." my voice trailed off, "Promise me that you won't leave me in the morning."

He stared off into my eyes the smirk on his face being replaced with a more serious expression, "I'll never leave you Samson..."

We laid like that until he fell asleep in my arms. I held him tight and buried my face into his mane and slowly drifted away to sleep.

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Don't Leave Me © Lunus T'Bren, 2015

Characters © Lunus T'Bren, 2015

The story and characters are all owned by me if you wish to use them just ask me first, thank you.