To Learn a Lesson Part 9-A

         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 ooze its way out 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...
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         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.
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         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...”