Ch1: WAKEUP!

"h    e  y..."



"Hey..."

"Huh..?"



"HEY!!"
You're jolted from your sleep. Immediately looking to your side, it's just the headmaster Mr. Areth. He's a white lion in his middle age and surprisingly well-built. But when you stop
gazing at him in your half-slumber state, you can see a raging scowl aimed directly at you. "You were supposed to be awake hours ago, young man." He scolds. "You kids and all
your staying up late. Come on, get up and get dressed. You must finish your errands." He finishes blunty and leaves you just about as promptly as he woke you. With a yawn,
you do as you're told and hop off from your bed, slipping on your colorful robe as you exit from your room and make way down the hall towards the kitchen.
The large building housed many people, being a large, widely-known temple. Monks roaming the place, apprentices like yourself working the ropes so to speak, with a sole
purpose to better themselves and be just like the renound monks. This morning was rather quiet, but even so, you still greeted with many different members along your way.
The kitchen, although big, was very simple. But for what it was, it got the job done and then some by the wonderful cooks who volunteer every so often. And waiting for you
was a solemn bun. You took it in your hand and got a good, although cold, delicious bite out of it and made your way out of the temple, awaiting what the day had to offer.

"Hey look, it's the sleepyhead." A group of fellow apprentices mock. Your first errands involved working with them. Just your luck... They continued their gesturing and
hearty laughter with each other at your expense. Sensibly, you did keep them waiting and they always try to mean well. But that frat boy energy couldn't be anymore
abnoxiously present. With a grump echoing the start of your morning, you push on with them, all the way to the front of a house just a few blocks from the temple.
It's the property of Miss Jele, a kind old lady; far too old to do much labor work, so the temple ensured she'd be receiving help with various things. For the most part,
it was nothing too out of the ordinary, just various chores. It was done rather quickly, finishing up after only about an hour. With a gracious "thank you", you wave goodbye
and make way to the next errand. It was a much longer walk just to get to the closest village. "Ok" On of the boys pipe up. "The temple has allowed us portions of
money to buy food for our kitchen. Same rules as ever, don't splurge, and be mindful of everyone's tastes." With that, each of you made stops at the various markets in the village.
Given the size of the temple, you had to get a lot of food, which took some time. Eventually though, you each meet back up with your haul and make your way back to the temple.

You all eventually made it to the temple. By that time though, the sun had already begun to set. "Aw man! That sure took a while!" One of them said. "Yeah. Hey, sleepyhead."
Suddenly your exhausted expression cranked back up to an annoyed snarl. "What?" You snapped. "We need to make it back to our homes. Sorry for making you put up the food, but we'll
make it up tomorrow!" Yeah yeah. "I'll just take your word for it." And so, you took up the job of stocking the haul. The others quickly skipped over down the many stairs,
making their own ways to their awaiting families and friends. Meanwhile, you took one of the bulks of supplies and made your way inside the temple. You've plopped the heavy
bulk in the kitchen with a sigh, preparing to put the food away. Until, you heard something. You stopped and paid attention to it. Is someone running?
You exited the kitchen and walked down the halls. They're very quiet. Everyone must've gone to visit their own families as well on the weekend. But as you walked
down the hall, the sound was louder. Running? No. A lot of hitting? Maybe. You think someone may still be in the temple, training for some reason, until you got closer to the source.
It was the headmaster's room. It sounds like he's working out right now. But you wonder, what kind of training does the headmaster do? Ever since you made it in the temple, he
had been relatively recluse about his activities. You slowly crack open his door just to peak, and what you witness completely overshadows any thought you had.

Successfully, you inched open the door and looked inside, but... The headmaster was not working out. You could see his silver mane in a lot more detail than before, how it trailed down
his toned belly and bushed back up around his crotch. The headmaster was naked, his shockingly large cock swaying up and down, occasionally giving you a view as it popped
above his thighs. His body was moving itself up and down however. "Nnggh.. Fuck..!" "Hff, language, Dad.." What? You decide to crack the door just a bit further, and look
just beyond, and you see it. It was the headmaster's son. The younger, much more fit lion, with his fur shining more brilliantly in his youth, and his cock
sheath-deep under his dad's tail. You couldn't believe your eyes. You simply stood there, watching as the headmaster bounced on his son's lap, moaning out every so often,
while his son just bucked occasionally, huffing into his mane. This was the source of the noise. It was the headmaster taking undoubtably fat dick! It was too surreal.
However, you couldn't help but feel your loins tightening up. No one had to know, you thought. You brushed away your robe, dug your cock out from your underwear,
and just jerked yourself off, watching the headmaster pound himself on his own flesh and blood. The sounds, the smell, the taboo of it all. It was so fucking hot.
Some part of you called out, telling you it was wrong, but the rest of you desperately needed to get off, and it found an outlet. You simply gripped your cock and
stroked it carefully, but oh so nicely. That's when you witness the headmaster's son suddenly grip his mane and shove him down on his face.
He took control now, and he slammed away at his father's ass. The motions swinging those deliciously plump snow-white balls out from under him for you to see,
before they crashed back down on their life giver, hidden behind toned thighs. The increased ruckus permitted you to tug at your cock more haphazardly; truly enjoying yourself.
It wasn't long at all until you felt yourself getting close, and no doubt they were close too. But all too suddenly, you see the headmaster turn his head. And in the midst of being
slammed into, he witnessed you as well. A perverted apprentice spying on the headmaster taking fat lion dick. But, it was too late for both of you. You kept going, stroking your cock 
almost as aggressively as they fucked. And the headmaster could not call out to his son, he was in his own throes of a destructive orgasm, just from taking such an aggressive pounding.
You were about to flee. Your identity was still unknown, until you heard the son yell out. "You. Get in here now, and shut my dad up." The son commanded. Swallowing your guilt and 
embarrassment, you follow his orders. You open the door fully, completely revealing to them what they already knew you were doing. The floor behind you lined with white splotches, 
and your now slowly drooping cock dripping with a similar substance. "In front of him now, or else he'll alert the whole temple." You did just that and stood right in front of the 
headmaster. He gave you an intimidating glare. It would've been more intimidating, had he not been blushing like mad and practically made the first move to get your cum-soaked cock 
down his muzzle. He's done this before. They've done this before. The headmaster was absolutely no stranger to giving head. He was, for all intents and purposes, sucking the life out 
of you! He didn't need to bob his head. His son gripped onto his mane and his tail, and hammered away even harder than before, causing the headmaster's body to jolt forward from the 
thrusts and into your pelvis. It couldn't have been longer than a few minutes before you were hard, and already getting close to blowing your load once more. You reached over and 
grasped at the headmaster's mane with both hands and started pounding away yourself, stirring up a reluctant purr that could be felt over your cock.
And not too long after, it happened. You, the headmaster and his son. All of you release yourselves all at once. You jammed your cock as deep as it could into the headmaster's muzzle.
His son made a frighteningly hard, loud thrust; holding himself there, tensing and groaning. And the headmaster himself squirmed in between both of you as he painted the floor a second time.
At least, you presume it was his second time...