FAIR BET
Copyright 2008 Veritas. Contains explicit homosexual content, with mild non-consensual tones, between characters that may not be of legal age of consent in some areas. Read at own risk. 
"All right, folks," the big lynx called out. "We're gonna have to wrap up there. Remember, extra practise next week to make up!" 
"Bye, Coach!" the five feline youths and half-dozen girls called out, more or less in unison. They made their way over the tiled floor, fur dripping onto the nonskid rubber mats as they filed into their respective shower rooms. 
"Man. I know it's his kid's birthday and all," said one of the boys, a tiger. "But couldn't he have let us know before that it'd be a short practise? Gerry isn't picking me up for pizza til six." 
"You need a girlfriend, Jon," the ocelot chimed in, grabbing his shampoo from the locker. "Isn't that right, Mike?" 
"Nah," said the lion, "they're more trouble than they're worth if you don't have your life planned out to the minute. I run a bit behind 'cause of traffic and Angie throws a fit." 
"To hear her tell it," the panther in the corner said, "you hadn't even left when she called asking where you were." 
"Okay, so I was running behind before the trip, too.." Mike shrugged, turning on one of the shower heads. "No big deal. Not like I haven't busted my ass for her before." 
"It's gotta have some benefits," the ocelot put in, drawling the last few words out and grinning over his shoulder. "Eh?" 
"Whatever, Rob." Mike rolled his eyes. "Awfully big hassle just to blow a load now and then. I mean, jeez, I pick up her favourite chocolates and she still doesn't swallow. How fucked up is that?" 
"Would you?" the panther chipped in, lathering up his dark pelt. 
The lion shuddered. "Fuck, Aaron, don't even say stuff like that. That's gross." 
"Why? You expect her to do it," Aaron shot back. 
"That's different. She's a girl," was Mike's rejoinder. "Girls like that sort of thing." 
"Yeah? Just like you're into cars, huh?" 
A snort. "Gimme a bike anytime. What's that got to do with anything?" 
Aaron rolled his eyes, and even the last boy, a snow leopard, grimaced over his shoulder at that one. "Look," Aaron sighed. "Just because she's a girl doesn't mean my cousin wants to swallow your spunk." 
"I keep forgetting that," Jon mused. "Even beyond having gold fur, she doesn't really look like you, man." 
"What the hell does it matter whose cousin she is?" Mike growled, turning to fix the panther with a glare. "You've got half the girls in the school tripping over each other to suck your knob, Aaron. What would you know about it?" 
"Dude, did you even listen to yourself there?" the snow leopard put in. "Maybe you should be taking pointers from him, or at least trying to get in the same shape." 
Mike glowered, but didn't have an easy reply. Aaron had looks that made many boys grind their teeth in sheer envy, and he did indeed have a large following among the eligible females at school to show for it. "Just... just shut up, Travis," the lion growled. "If a girl's not even going to put out, why should I put in the effort?" 
"Here's a free tip," the panther shot back. "Girls like guys who show some understanding. If you weren't scared of cock, maybe more girls would be willing to give yours some attention." 
"Scared?" Mike snarled. "Who the hell said I was scared?" 
"Well, if you're not gonna try it, why should you expect girls to do it?" 
"You know what? Fine," the lion growled, folding his arms across his sudsy chest. "Right back at you. If you swallow every guy here, then I'll give it a try." A self-satisfied smirk stole over his features. "How do you like that, Mr. Try-It-Yourself?" 
But Aaron didn't back down, didn't cringe, didn't even hesitate; he just grinned. "One condition," he said. "If I do that, then you're gonna be a good girl one way or another. If you don't swallow, or if I feel teeth, then I get to fuck you." 
Jon blanched, but Mike just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever," he said, looking over to Rob. "Like it's gonna happen. Can you believe this - ?" He cut off with a grunt, lurching against the wall. 
Aaron grinned up at him, hand splayed over the lion's chest, sinking down as he himself shifted to his knees. "You're on," he breathed, tail flicking behind him. "Here and now." 
"W-what the hell, man," Mike gasped, "right in the showers?" 
"Nobody's gonna be here for hours," Aaron purred, fingers sliding between the lion's thighs, making the tawny youth shudder, arching up away from the touch. "And this way, you can't claim I didn't get everyone. Now shut up and relax." His fingers slid upward, stroking over Mike's balls, hanging loose from the warm water. 
"Ah - " Mike squeezed his eyes shut, head pushing back against the tile, tail lashing as the panther's touch slid along his flaccid shaft, as the warm flesh started to swell in spite of him. "F-fuck me..." 
Aaron let out a throaty chuckle. "Oh, if you insist," he purred, and dragged his tongue over the lion's glans. 
Mike whimpered, reaching up to seize the ledge running around the shower room, the one he'd put his shampoo on. "Oh, God, what the fuck are you doing?" 
"Sucking you off," was the panther's quick reply. "As promised." And to make his point clear, he slid his muzzle around the lion's swelling cockhead, lips shielding it from his sharp teeth. 
"Whoa. You weren't kidding, huh?" Rob breathed, watching with some fascination even as he rinsed himself off. 
"Dude," Jon chipped in, a big grin on the tiger's muzzle. "To put Mike in his place for once, I'd almost be willing to do that myself. Hell, if it was just one guy, I think I would." 
"F-fuck you all," Mike whimpered, arms flexing, lithe body arched, tense. "Just... just shut up..." 
"Why, so you can pretend it's a girl going down on you?" Rob cackled, hanging some of his weight off the showerhead. "I'm not letting you get into dreamland that easy. Besides," he glanced down, seeing the very full, very rigid pink flesh slipping past the panther's dark lips, "I think you're doing fine without." 
"Shut the fuck up," Mike repeated, then shuddered, bucking forward. "God - it's girls who should be taking tips here. Damn that tongue..." 
Aaron pulled off with a moist pop and a grin. "Some part of you can't help but like it, huh?" he teased, stroking the top side of Mike's erection, trailing his tongue along its underside from base to tip. 
"God," Travis whimpered, "that's hot. Where the hell did you learn to do that?" The snow leopard was sporting a hefty arousal of his own, caressing it absently, as though scarcely aware he was doing so. 
"Secret," Aaron purred, then dipped his head down, lapping at the lion's balls, drawing one into his mouth and setting the other male into a writhing, whimpering fit. 
"God, he's gonna come so hard," Travis went on, giving up all subtlety and closing his fist right around his own length, pumping it. "Fuck..." 
"Hey." Aaron winked over his shoulder. "Hands off, huh? I'll get to you next, but if you jizz on your own I can't win this." He tilted his head down, drawing five inches of hard lion penis right into his mouth. 
"Oh, God," Travis whimpered, following Mike's lead and holding onto the ledge. 
By this point, the lion was panting outright, his tufted tail lashing, toe-claws digging into the rubber. "Oh, fuck," he gasped, hips churning. "Fuck, that's... oh, yeah... fuck yeah...!" And suddenly he lurched forward, a wordless cry ripping out of his mouth as he shoved deep into that handsome panther's muzzle. 
A few seconds later, as Mike sagged, panting, against the wall, Aaron lifted his head, licked his lips, and made a great show of swallowing. "One down," he purred, glancing down at the lion's softening member. "I think you need to watch your diet or something, Mike. That was pretty slim pickings. Bitter, too. No wonder Angie didn't want it." 
"Fuck you, Aaron," the lion moaned. 
"Is that any way to treat someone who did you a favour? Now," Aaron purred, crossing the floor and crouching in front of a wide-eyed, panting Travis. "I believe I made you a promise, fuzzball." 
The snow leopard managed a weak chuckle, hips rolling a little in anticipation. At the moment, of course, he wasn't particularly fuzzy, with his dense pelt soaked through and matted down. The tip of his tail dragged like a mop head on the floor as it lashed about, sending water splashing to either side - and that was before the panther touched him. His breath caught when Aaron's fingers cradled his arousal, his body tensing, shoving forward, as the black cat licked down along the side of his pitch-black erection. Up the other side, and Travis was moaning out loud, thrashing as much as Mike had done during the lion's own climax. 
Then, with one last grin, Aaron drew the snow cat's ample length into his muzzle. He hadn't even got all the way down when Travis arched up hard, flailing, crying out in ecstacy. The panther grunted, briefly surprised, but he kept his muzzle in place until Travis's sudden orgasm subsided and the trembling leopard started to slide down along the wall. 
"Mmnf." Another swallow. "Now that's more like it. Guess you liked what you saw, huh? Not that I'm complaining, but I've never seen anyone get off that fast." 
"God, that was great," Travis panted, grinning up at him. "Gotta try that sometime...." 
"Talk to me when we're done here," Aaron said with a wink, standing and stretching, seemingly heedless of the warm water coursing over his own walnut-brown erection. 
"I think someone's done this a time or two before," Rob mused, the ocelot fondling his own half-hard length. 
"I think he likes it, too," Jon chuckled, the slender tiger turning his gaze to where Mike was now curled against the corner. "See, Mike? Being a girl isn't what makes someone like a little dick." 
"Don't even go there," Mike warned, though his voice was far too unsteady to sound threatening. 
"Oh, brother. Get with the program, Mike." Jon rolled his eyes. "Gay-bashing went out of style years ago." 
"Hey, Jon," Rob purred, the small male hooking an arm around the tiger and, after a moment's hesitation, rubbing up alongside him, sensuously. "I think we should go there." 
"Freak him out a bit more? Sounds good to me," Jon rumbled, turning to face the tiny cat full-on. 
"Two at a time? Works for me, too," Aaron chuckled, sitting down by their hips. "Just give me some room to work, here..." He reached in between the two cats, Jon hunkering down, Rob on tiptoe, caressing their balls. 
Rob shivered, winding his arms around Jon's neck. "Just don't get used to this, tiger," he warned. "It feels okay, but it's girls I want." 
"Same here," Jon husked, hands sliding down the smaller youth's sides, cupping under his rear. "But our dicks aren't gonna fall off just 'cause they touch each other for a little. Mm, like that..." He rolled his hips, flesh sliding along firm, pink flesh, with Aaron's fingers stroking them both and encouraging them to rub together. The tiger tilted his head, pushing his lips against the spotted cat's, and the two youths shared a deep moan. 
"Oh God, why me?" Mike whimpered, staring down at the drain. 
"Because you're just that loveable, Mike," Aaron breathed. "And you're gonna look even more so with your mouth around my cock." He nudged the embracing males apart somewhat, enough that he could get his head in and tilt Rob's length toward him, kissing along from tip to base and back, continuing right down Jon's arousal from there. 
Mike was trying not to watch but stealing glances in spite of himself; Travis, on the other hand, was openly staring, fondling his spent, flaccid length, coaxing a bit of life into it again as Aaron drew one male, then the other, into his mouth. The two held onto that embrace like they'd never been apart, mouths working against each other, soft grunts and moans issuing forth, tongues darting out to explore. Rob's toes barely touched the ground, the wiry tiger holding him up, feet planted well apart, claws digging into the rubber. 
That went on for a few minutes, the two mismatched cats relaxing against each other as time went on. The kiss parted with a gasp, and Rob breathed, "I don't think I'll do this again, but this feels pretty - nnnn - pretty good..." He shuddered, head tilting back and eyes sliding shut, as Aaron's mouth stroked along his length. 
"I know what you mean," Jon husked, lapping at that bared throat. "But who knows, maybe sometime... oh, God..." He held onto Rob tight, face buried against the smaller cat's shoulder. "I'm gonna come. Oh, fuck, Aaron..." He squeezed his eyes shut, clinging to Rob as Aaron's muzzle bobbed swiftly on his cock, wet slurping sounds heralding the tongue-bath his glans was getting. "Oh, fuck. I'm... I'm coming!" He gasped, fingers digging in hard enough to make Rob yelp as Aaron drank down his seed. 
Not that the ocelot was being neglected. Aaron kept stroking him, rubbing the smaller cat's glans against his own cheek, keeping him whimpering and moaning. And when Jon's spent, softening length slipped out of the panther's muzzle, it was instantly replaced by Rob's, the spotted cat crying out, clutching Jon tight in turn as his load joined the others' in the panther's stomach. 
"And that's four," Travis breathed, fingers stroking along his resurgent erection. "Not really fair to count Aaron in there, even if I've seen him stretch and he probably could, so... you'd better be ready to open wide, Mike." 
"Oh, God," the lion whispered. "This can't be happening." 
"Oh, but it is," Rob cackled, slipping away from Jon and stretching out under his showerhead. 
"Yup," Jon purred, sitting under his own stream of water. He glanced over as Travis moved close to him, shrugged, smiled, nodded, and let the snow leopard cuddle up against his side. Groaning as the other cat gently fondled him, he went on, "He took all four of us, and he didn't let a drop spill. Your turn, now." 
"Fuck you all," Mike spat. "Don't fucking rub it in." 
"Well, get to it," Aaron purred, standing over the tawny cat. "You made the bet, now it's time to live up to it." 
"You weren't supposed to actually do it," Mike whined. 
"Should've thought of that before you made it a bet," Aaron growled, gripping the lion's jaw with one hand, the back of his head with the other. "Now you'd better get going, huh? Unless you're gonna give up on the bet..." 
"Fuck you, Aaron. I'm not gonna lose to you." Almost defiantly, he gulped down Aaron's penis, only to pull right off again, coughing. 
"Not so easy as you thought, is it?" There was a dangerous growl lurking in Aaron's voice. No, he hadn't forgotten what Mike expected of the panther's cousin. 
"Fuck off, Aaron, you're the biggest guy here," Mike complained. 
"What, down there?" Aaron scoffed. "By, what, a half inch long, maybe? Hell, yours is thicker than mine, but that didn't stop me, did it?" 
Without much to say to that, Mike whimpered, trying again. He didn't go much past Aaron's glans, but the panther didn't push further, just muttered under his breath for him to start licking. A deep, shivery breath suggested the other male was listening to that much, at least, and Aaron rubbed behind his folded-back ears in a gesture that, to someone else, would probably have been encouraging. 
Not that the panther was really paying much attention to what Mike was doing. Oh, he was rolling his hips a little, sliding his arousal against the lion's lips and tongue, but his eyes and ears were focused on another pair, on the way Jon shifted and arched as Travis stroked him hard again, on the snow leopard's other fist stroking his own pitch-black member. 
"I think he likes it," the tiger breathed over Travis's ears. 
"God, I hope so," the snow leopard panted. "If I can help get him off..." 
"Oh, you will," Aaron growled, splaying a hand over the back of Mike's head. "Fuck... get ready..." He swallowed hard, drawing in a deep breath, laden with the scents of clean males and sex. He tossed his head, biting his lip. "Oh, yeah. I'm gonna come," he panted. "I'm gonna... fuck, I'm... I'm coming....!" He lurched forward with a grunt, squeezing the lion's shoulder. Only two inches of his shaft wound up in Mike's mouth, and the tawny cat had plenty of warning, but still he choked and pulled off the panther's length, coughing, a few more pulses of sticky white semen streaking over his cheek. 
"Th-there," he panted, coughing a few times more, swallowing hard. "I got some of your spunk down my throat. S-satisfied?" 
Aaron drew a deep breath, still shivering a little from his climax. It was Rob who spoke up, though, saying, "I don't know. He got some, but not all of it." 
"You're right," Jon breathed, stroking Travis's wrist. "I don't think he'd have been happy getting that from a girl. He should've swallowed it all." 
"Yeah," Travis chimed, fingertips exploring Jon's length, as though comparing it to his own. "He's not being a good girl." 
"Oh, God, no," Mike moaned, ears pinning right back. "No, no... I... I tried..." 
"That wouldn't have been good enough for you, would it?" snarled Aaron. "Fuck, if I hadn't had a show to watch over there, we'd have been there all night. And if a girl had been trying to give you a good time, you wouldn't be happy with that, would you? You'd have dumped her for someone else, huh? So why should I be happy with 'you tried'? I think I should get to get off right, huh?" 
The lion swallowed, eyes wide and wet. "D-don't hurt me," he whimpered. "Please, man, just don't hurt me..." 
With that one word, Aaron relented, his anger cooling down. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "You might even enjoy it if you just relax and let it happen. Unless you call off the bet, that is....?" 
Wordlessly, Mike shook his head. 
"Right. Get comfortable," Aaron said, wrapping his towel around himself and heading for the locker room. "It'll take me a few minutes to be ready again anyway." He wasn't gone for more than ten seconds, though, in which time Mike hadn't even uncurled from the ball he was in. 
Seeing that, Aaron sighed, putting the bag he'd brought up on the shelf. "Look, Mike," he said softly, bending down. "I don't think you've been very fair to Angie or other girls, but I'm not out to hurt you. Just calm down, relax, and it won't be so bad. There are lots of guys who enjoy it, even. 
"'m not gay," the lion mumbled, though he did turn over, lowering his shivering form to the wet floor, belly first. 
"Nobody's saying you are," Aaron pointed out, grabbing a bottle from his bag with one hand, pawing at his penis with the other, coaxing it to swell again. "For one thing, gay guys give better head." 
"What's that stuff, Aaron?" Rob asked, stretching out and settling in for the show. 
"Lubricant. It wouldn't fit back there without," the panther explained, squeezing some of the contents onto his length, right in the path of his stroking fingers. "This'll keep things slippery enough to work." 
"Oh, God," Mike whimpered again. 
"Hush. I'm not just gonna shove in. Now relax," Aaron breathed, hunkering down beside the prone lion. "This'll feel a bit weird..." And his gleaming-slick fingers slipped under the lion's lashing tail. 
Mike yelped, biting his lip and trembling. He squeezed his eyes shut, then, his chin still resting on one arm, threw the other right over his face, muffling a whimper. "Oh, fuck," he moaned. 
"In time," Aaron murmured under his breath, though it was largely automatic this time. His hand shifted, pushing down, then easing off, massaging the lion's ring. He ignored his slick and shining arousal, just working under the lion's tail, loosening him. Only when two of Aaron's fingers slid in to the first knuckle, making the tawny male shudder and whimper, did Aaron pull his hand free and start to get into place. 
"Last chance," he breathed over Mike's ears. "Give up?" 
"I'm not fucking giving up," Mike moaned. "Just... just get it over with already." 
"Suit yourself," Aaron whispered, taking hold of his shaft. And he eased forward, and his broad, shining glans nudged under the lion's tail. 
Save for a soft whimper, Mike was silent, even as the dark cat sank his glans in, shuddering, and started in to the hilt. 
"On the good side," Aaron husked over the lion's ears, "you feel... pretty good like this. Not gonna be long." In answer, Mike just whimpered again, covering his ears and trembling. 
Aaron sighed and closed his eyes, gripping the mat with his claws and going to work. Back he drew, then forward... out, and in. His jaw clenched in frustration. Travis padded closer, kneeling down, running a hand along the panther's back; Aaron swallowed, and the pace quickened a little. 
With the snow leopard's arousal so close, it didn't take him long before, as promised, he pushed all the way into the lion, shivering, a soft groan slipping out of him along with another load. He lay atop the other male for a few moments, still panting, and finally stirred to whisper into the lion's ear. 
"Just remember this," he breathed. "Getting your rocks off in a girl doesn't mean she's always gonna enjoy it - and it sure doesn't mean you're doing her a favour." He pulled out, shivering, and stood, gathering his things. The boys filed out of the shower in silence, leaving the lion alone to nurse his wounded pride. 
"Hey..." Rob squeezed Aaron's arm. "Sorry it couldn't have been something to enjoy, there, but he needed to be put in his place. Thanks." 
Aaron sighed, slipping on his boxers. "Who knows if he learned anything from it. Guess we'll find out next week." 
Jon and Rob went to their lockers; Travis lagged a moment, then stepped up to close to Aaron. "Um... hey..." 
The panther couldn't help but smile at the nervousness in that utterance. "Yeah, Travis?" 
Travis bit his lip, staring down at the tile. "I was wondering if you could maybe, um... show me a few things? I mean, it gets better than that bit at the end, right...?" 
"With other guys, you mean?" Aaron smiled, clapping the snow leopard on the shoulder. "Better believe it, and I could use a reminder of that." He reached for his cell phone with his free hand, dialing a contact one-handed. One ring, two rings... "Hey, dad? Practise got out early, that's all, everything's fine. Really. It's okay. I was just wondering, is it okay if I bring a friend over after dinner?" 
"There's plenty to go around, Aaron," came the jovial voice over the phone. "Bring this friend right on over, we'd be glad for some company. Your mother and I will be going out for the evening, so you'll have the house to yourselves after dinner. Will we need to make up the spare bed?" 
"We've got to confirm things here, Dad," Aaron chuckled. "Just wanted to make sure it was okay. Thanks. Love you too. 'Bye." 
When he hung up and snapped the phone shut, Travis was already having a similar conversation with his mother, who, by the sound of it and the way he was blushing, was simply delighted that her son was spending some more time with someone. "Mom's hoping I do spend the night," he said with a laugh. "Says I need to get out more anyway." 
"That's parents for you," Aaron chuckled, slipping into a vest and, as usual, leaving it unbuttoned. As he slung his duffel bag over his shoulder, he paused, ear canting toward the showers, but nodded as he heard Mike finally packing up. "Looks like he'll survive. We'll see on Monday if he learned anything." He patted Travis's shoulder. "Come on and meet the folks, fluff. Sounds like dad's in a mood to show off his cooking." 
"Is your dad, um... okay with it being a guy you have over?" Travis wondered. 
Aaron laughed. "I think he and Mom have a betting pool going for whether I bring a guy or a girl home next. It's cool, don't worry." 
Grinning, Travis shouldered his own pack, and followed the panther out into the hall.