Fela and Salle sat by each other in the back row of their colorful fifth-grade classroom, oblivious to whatever the teacher was teaching that Tuesday afternoon. Fela, a 10 year old lion boy with cream-colored fur, kept making a stupid-looking grin at Salle, his fellow 10 year old goat boy best friend. Under his desk, like he had been doing all week, Fela was rubbing himself through his light brown sweatpants, getting the insides all sticky and working Salle up. The goatboy just sat there, staring, as the lionboy that sucked his dick, and, Salle thought, let me pee on him??, at recess teased him.

And now, Salle thought to himself, his boner flexing underneath his waistband, we're gonna do a sleepover?

The goatboy made a face and sat up to reach a hand down and adjust his balls. Playing with Fela earlier was fun, but it was also a lot for the boy, and the normally platonic sleepover was obviously gonna become… weird. Salle went back to pretending to take notes. He looked down and rubbed a little bit at his crotch with his elbow while the other arm sat on the desk, his hand scribbling nonsense, feeling excited and nervous. 

To his left Fela had clearly surrendered to his horniness, and the simple rubbing started to become more like masturbation. Salle covertly bumped at his own bulge some more, trying his best not to watch. The goatboy was just waiting for the school day to end.

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"It's gonna be so fun! We're gonna play some games, and um, play other games too..." Fela's excited, loud voice trailed off. The two were sitting by each other on the bus ride to Salle's house. Fela held Salle's hand to his clothed crotch, the lionboy humping up shamelessly with each bump of the schoolbus on the gravel road. Salle lived a little out of the suburbs, so the bus ride was pretty long.

They sat in the middle of the bus, and there were a couple students sitting on the seats ahead of and behind them, but none to the side, so the small lionboy thought this was the perfect opportunity to fool around a little. He purred in contentment as he made his friend rub him.

"Fela," Salle whispered, kind-of-willingly squeezing his fingers around Fela's bulge, "it's easy for anyone to see us."

"Mm, naw we're good," Fela replied. 

Salle's fuzzy ears flopped up and down with the bumpy bus and his whispers got louder. "I'm serious!" But Fela just looked at the wide-eyed, raven-black-furred goatboy and giggled and bucked again. His grip on his friend's hand didn't loosen at all, and he even pulled the hand into his sweatpants.

"Wait-" Salle breathed. His hand was touching Fela's privates. That was already a lot – the kid had never held someone else’s dick before. But also, as Salle instinctively gripped and squeezed Fela’s boyhood, he realized there was cum coating the insides of the sweatpants and covering the lionboy's fuzzy dick. Fela did cum in class!

Salle jerked his hand out of Fela's sweats and looked at his matted, cummy hand. He scrunched up his face and said "ohmygosh ewwwwwww" and hurriedly wiped it off on Fela's black t-shirt. 

The lionboy giggled playfully, squirming around in his seat as Salle tried to get all the cum off. When Salle was done he sniffed at his hand and cringed. Fela pulled down at his shirt to look at the cum streaked across the black fabric and said "Okay okay, we can wait." 

Fela paused, immediately reconsidering. "Actually, *you* can wait." To Salle's horror, the lionboy stuck his hand into his sweatpants and masturbated, furiously pumping his boyhood up and down.

Fela sighed pleasurably. "Come on Salle, it's feels reallyyyyy good." The lionboy gripped the seat and bucked up into his hand, and Salle couldn't stop his own arousal from growing as he watched. Salle sat up and peaked over his seat just to see a bunch of quiet, tired students bumping up and down with the bus before sitting down again.

"Okay, um..." he looked at Fela, who was leaning back, legs spread and casually rubbing himself in his pants, before lifting up his white tank-top a bit to see his foreskin peeking out from the top of his shorts. He was already hard anyway, and his tenting had been obvious all day. So, while still sitting, Salle shimmied his shorts down a bit, his waistband resting right above his balls, and gripped his dick tentatively.

Fela looked down at the fuzzy uncut boner, now exposed to the air. "Whoa! oh, oops-" Fela had to lower his voice again. "Whoa. I didn't think about it earlier, but it's kinda really big." The lionboy pulled his legs up on the bus seat, feet to the side, to awkwardly lay down before pushing his muzzle against the goatboy's hand. Salle sucked in his breath as he let go of his twitching boyhood and watched Fela. The lionboy was letting out a purr and started nosing into his plump foreskin, and Salle put a hand on Fela's head to scritch behind his best friend's ears. Salle could feel Fela's hot breath on his dick while the lionboy said "Bro it's way bigger than mine..."

Fela grinned up at Salle; the goatboy's face was flushed, and Fela was rubbing and sniffing at his fuzzy dick with his nose, teasing the poor boy. But then, Fela stuck his tongue out and dipped it into Salle's foreskin. Salle let out a small "eep!" and gripped Fela's headfur as he involuntarily bucked up with the bumpy bus and slid his foreskin across the lionboy’s muzzle. That tongue felt so good, and the goatboy admitted to himself that he would love to feel that warm muzzle around his dick again, but Salle steeled himself -- he was completely exposed and a stop was coming up -- and said "M-maybe that's a lot for right now..." 

The bus suddenly creaked to a stop. Fela sat up with a quickness while Salle held his breath and covered his boner with his tank-top. It was easy to see the obvious outline, but the small bear that passed by them just glanced at the two boys before getting off the bus.

Salle exhaled and looked at Fela who simply went back to snaking his hand into his pants and masturbating. As the bus started going again, Salle rubbed his dick through his shirt, letting out little huffs while he rubbed his foreskin up and down. The two fifth graders glanced at each other, their legs touching.

"Sorry Salle," Fela whispered, "We can do more later."

Salle, relieved, nodded and pushed his side up on Fela. The lionboy rested his head on Salle's shoulder and put hand on the goatboy's inner thigh as he settled on jerking off, and Salle leaned back in the seat, masturbating himself through his shirt, trying to find relief from his pent-up state. 

The rest of the ride to Salle's house was only a couple more minutes, and as a result the two best friends ended up just edging and squirming against eachother. As the stop came up, Salle shimmied his shorts up a little and Fela tried really hard to cum, absurdly bucking up into his hand way harder than necessary, but he couldn't quite get there. For the goatboy, pulling up his shorts when sitting was a bit of a struggle, so he stood up with a small grunt, his heavy boyhood tugging down at his tank-top, and pulled his shorts up as much as he could so that just the tip was peeking out of the waistband. It was hidden enough!

"Mannnnnn," Fela complained, punching the bus seat before getting up, denied his third orgasm of the day. The bus stopped and he stood up, and they started walking through the aisle, and Fela just kept going "I was so close!!" He adjusted his hard dick in his pants, ignoring any of the other students who might've been watching as they reached the bus door. "Let's just go to your room first, okay? I'm so annoyed..."

Salle, meanwhile, was kind of waddling behind Fela, head down, his stiffy making it hard to walk down the aisle, and just stayed quiet. I don't want anyone to see me, his mind raced, but his boyhood stayed hard. We were almost caught at recess. Fela is scary. He's scarier than Belial!

They stepped outside into the sunny, hot weather and on to a dirt driveway, and Salle, his head still down, his jet-black fur shining in the sun, and his long, floppy ears hanging in front of his face, muttered to Fela "You're kind scary, you know."

Fela gave Salle his trademark big, toothy smile and sung in his high-pitched boyish voice "Small~. And~. Scary~! And you're cute and um, big." The lionboy patted Salle's crotch and wiggled his butt and tail, snickering. Fela’s dance made Salle cringe, but it was too late for the goatboy; Fela's sleepover plan had already begun!

The neighborhood they were in was a little between suburban and rural, and even though they had just stepped onto a driveway, walking up it was a long half-mile stretch that was flanked by other houses. So, as usual, the two hurried up to Salle’s humble one-story house, half-running so they could escape the heat as fast as possible, but also because they really wanted to cum.

“I’m home!! Fela’s with me!” Salle yelled as the two boys hopped on to the front deck and through the open doorway before kicking their shoes off at the entranceway. His family didn’t have central a/c, so during a hot day like this usually the goat family just opened up the windows and doors and turned on some fans. 

“Hi Salle, hi Fela!” Salle’s young mother yelled from the sun-drenched living room. She shot them a glance as they hurried through the living room and passed in front of her on the way to Salle’s bedroom. “Dinner’s at 7, you two.” Fela stayed over often, and half the time the family would make extra food expecting the kitten to come over.

Salle looked back, gave her an OK symbol with his hands while saying “Okay!!” and speedwalked with Fela into the hallway leading to his room, where school photos of Salle and photos of his family lined the walls. 

They stepped into Salle’s room and the goatboy closed the door behind them. 
Fela threw his backpack off into the middle of the clean, dark room; Salle was a fastidious kid despite how he acted at school and always made sure his room was well organized. The curtains were drawn, though his window was open, and on the walls were glow-in-the-dark decals he had found online, mostly of his favorite character, the evil goatman Belial, but glowing stars were strewn across the ceiling too. In the corner was a typical twin bed, the bedsheets made, and tucked into the bed with its head resting on the pillow laid his Belial plushie. Sitting by it was his gamer chair and desk with a closed laptop on it. Owing to him being a goat, Salle could see in the dark just fine, but he was still hovering at the door, looking at it as he shimmied off his backpack when he felt Fela suddenly yank his shorts down from behind. 

“Ouuuu” Fela hummed in anticipation and knelt down on his knees, face to butt, before helping the nervous goatboy take off his backpack. “You have a stripe there?”

Salle, still facing the door, kicked off his shorts, the goatboy now bottomless. His uncircumcised dick tugged at his shirt before hanging down in the open air just inches from the door; like Fela said, the kid’s hard six-incher was definitely large for his age. But also, he was trembling. “Y-yeah. It’s like between my buttcheeks and goes down to my thighs.”

Fela replied enthusiastically “Sick!” Salle nervously hiked his stubby tail up, his fur standing on end, feeling Fela’s hands grip and rub his fuzzy buttcheeks for a second before the lionboy spread them to take a good look at the hidden stripe. Fela could also see just fine in the dark, and as his eyes traced the white stripe down from the goatboy’s tail he saw that nestled in the white fur was an inviting pink hole. His flat tongue licked his lips and he moved his head forward, resting his muzzle right on Salle’s butt. 

“Oh-” Salle exhaled at the touch. He put his palms up against the door and hung his head down, his long furry ears hiding his embarrassed expression, before sticking out his butt out a little, smushing Fela’s muzzle and nose up against his virgin entrance. Fela murred and sniffed before snaking one hand around Salle to cup the goatboy’s ample furry balls and the other down to his sweats to tug them off. The lionboy gently rubbed Salle’s balls and stuck his tongue out on to the winking entrance, giving it small licks while he used his free hand to pull his sweats down to his knees, kicking them off and releasing his four inch boner to the warm air. Fela moved that hand to Salle’s dick and humped the air childishly, both of his arms now wrapped around the other kid’s waist, hands rubbing the goatboy’s balls and sliding his plump foreskin up and down. Fela’s desperate air humps flopped his fuzzy dick up and down, noisily slapping his boner against his bellyfur and dotting it with pre. Above him he could hear Salle’s quiet “ohhh”s that each lap of his tongue elicited. The ten year old lionboy honestly just wanted to cum, and his drippy dick showed it as prepubescent pre streamed out. But, Fela thought, he smells and tastes soooo good, and his balls are fun to squeeze, and his dick too. Maybe it’s as thick as my brother’s? Salle’s musk was fresh and almost childish – a bit earthy, like the goatboy had played in some dewy grass earlier in the day. And, as Fela assaulted his friend’s entrance with his tongue, even dipping it a little inside, the taste was almost like fertile soil; it tasted like Salle, and the lionboy loved it. Fela groaned and pressed his muzzle and tongue further, spearing Salle’s insides, making the goatboy gasp and start bucking into Fela’s hands. Everything had happened in just seconds and Salle could only act on instinct: his hips automatically humped his dick forward in his best friend’s warm grip before pulling back and stretching his tailhole back around that eager, broad tongue.

The two boys settled on a rhythm – Salle would thrust forward and Fela would tug back on his dick, pulling the goatboy’s large foreskin back so that the pink head would be exposed. And then Salle would push back, sliding the fuzzy hood back over his dick, and the tongue that was resting just inside his entrance would be pushed forward more and more, pleasurably stretching his hole wider each time. Today was the first time Salle had ever experienced or even imagined something sexual, and Fela’s ravenous, childish lust had tossed him into the deep end. But the fifth grader had easily fell for Fela’s sexual advances, his mind hazy; he couldn’t decide what he liked more: bucking into Fela’s grip or pushing Fela’s wet tongue deeper into his tailhole.

Salle started to moan, but he caught it in his throat and swallowed nervously. In between needy huffs and humps, Salle, barely able to keep his voice down, managed to whisper “This, feels, so, weird...”. 

Fela’s ears twitched. He pulled his muzzle back while keeping a firm grip on the other boy’s privates. “Good weird though, right?”

Salle was still humping into Fela’s hand fervently and, panting, replied “Yeah, um-.” The goatboy slowed down a bit to catch his breath, though the best he could do was see-sawing between slow thrusts and erratic, needy bucking, his ears flopping back and forth with each thrust. Fela playfully wagged his own dick and butt and slowed down jerking Salle in kind, casually switching to gently massaging the goatboy’s orbs and dick. Salle said “It’s the b-best. And, um, you licking my butt feels good, too. But really weird. Why would you- yeah, licking my butt is weird. It feels good t-though…” The goat kid started stammering, suddenly self-conscious of what he was doing right after school. He could feel his dick throb and heart pound.

“Yeah, it’s fun! And,” Fela said with a blush, “I’ve always thought you were cute.”

“H-huh?”

“You’re, umm, fun to play games with, and now I know how to have fun like this, I just thought- I thought you’d like it too.”

Salle thrust again lightly, unable to stop himself from experiencing the pleasure of his best friend’s eager hands, but he also found himself blubbering and blushing too. 

“I- I think you’re cute too…”

Fela looked at the bucking boy’s butt and beamed. “Oh!! Then I want to try something.”

Salle craned his neck and looked down at Fela who had just withdrawn his hands from his hard boyhood. The boy kneeling behind Salle on the carpeted floor grabbed his hand and tugged him to the middle of the room, ripped off his shirt before pulling off his own, and then put a hand on Salle’s hip and eased him down until they laid by eachother face to face and tip to tip, both children blushing through their fur.

Fela nuzzled Salle and gave him a small lick on his muzzle, and Salle licked him back. Fela giggled and said “Okay! I’m gonna turn around. This is gonna be super fun. You don’t have to move.”

Salle nodded and Fela changed positions as he explained, “My brother told me this is a six-nine I think. Like you’re the six and I’m the nine. Unless you wanna be the nine, I dunno. You are bigger, so maybe.” Then, suddenly, Salle found himself staring right at Fela’s drippy lion dick, and right by his own package he heard the lionboy’s voice: “Then we can both make eachother feel good!” They were laying by eachother on the floor in a sixty-nine position, and Fela was murring.

Fela slid an arm under Salle’s legs to get comfy and smushed his muzzle up into the goatboy’s balls, huffing contentedly. The goatboy thought for just a second about how he’d never really even touched another kid’s dick before today, but spurred on by Fela’s unabashed eagerness he moved his muzzle forward and took a sniff too. His friend’s dick smelled of cum, and he licked it lightly, making Fela groan into his package. Then he moved his sensitive nose to the lionboy’s package and sniffed there too – Salle could sense that those balls were still full, and they too smelled like cum; but also, as he stuffed his nose between the drippy boner and small, furry coinpurse, the scent of Fela’s young musk enveloped him like he had just stepped into a fresh and open savanna. Excitement building from this new experience, the goat kid stuck his wet tongue out and dove in, licking Fela’s balls before working his tongue down, all the way to the sensitive head, before lightly sucking on his friend’s leaky tip. Salle’s eyes widened as he tasted the clear pre, which was a little sweet and salty. He wanted more of this new treat, so he reached an arm around Fela and gripped the boy’s thigh before lapping at the tip, hoping to eek out more of his friend’s essence. 

Of course, even though Fela could only cum starting yesterday, the ten-year-old’s balls acted like they were making up for all the years he couldn’t, and a copious amount of pre spilled out of his dick right into Salle’s waiting maw. He encouraged Salle, even as his own muzzle was buried in the other boy’s large balls, saying “Y-yeah Salle, you’re doing reallyy good. You can um, go deeper too.” To illustrate his point, the lionboy pressed his hips forward and Salle eagerly took his friend’s barbed dick, letting it slide into his muzzle and across his tongue until the goatboy’s nose was pressed against Fela’s package. Fela’s four-incher was easy for Salle to take, and the goatboy relished the taste of the prepubescent pre that began filling his mouth. He kept swallowing, but more and more came out, and Fela groaned before also moving his muzzle down and flexing his jaw to take in Salle’s dick, barely struggling even though Salle had a rather girthy shaft and plump foreskin. He did take his two feral dog’s fat cocks earlier this week, after all!

The two boys moaned and squirmed on Salle’s bedroom floor, their lewd display only one door down from the occupied living room. The fifth graders groaned around eachother’s shafts as they humped, both of them trying to get the release they were hoping for on the bus home earlier. Fela flexed his jaw as the other boy needfully took his muzzle – Salle did cum at recess earlier, but all that did was force the poor boy to sit with his newfound horniness for the rest of the day. The taste of Fela’s pre had pushed him even further and he could barely hold himself back from slamming his fat dick into Fela’s now-experienced muzzle. The sixty-nine was a little awkward, though, so the two instead naturally eased into a shared rhythm, enjoying the taste and feeling of eachother’s childish bodies, the sounds of their groans and slurping faintly able to be heard past the closed bedroom door and in the hallway. While Fela had also wanted to cum on the bus, and Salle’s willing mouth felt so good, he was happy with the slow, sensual pace they were going at. The lionboy didn’t really have a crush or anything on his best friend, but he started to feel something like butterflies in his stomach as he pulled the other boy’s furry legs as close as possible, sniffing Salle’s light musk deeply and loving how they were joined together. Salle’s cock throbbed as Fela worked his flat tongue around it, trying to eek out pre, but the other boy was still unable to produce any – the taste of his boyhood, though, was enough for Fela. Salle was enjoying himself too, but he was holding himself back. The thought of his mom being a door away briefly crossed the goatboy’s mind, but so did the two little rabbit kids who saw him getting sucked by Fela at recess, and he realized how hot it would be if he got walked in on in such a compromising position. For the next few minutes he let himself be guided by Fela’s pace, though, and pulled the smaller lionboy closer in kind, clenching and unclenching his socked toes in satisfaction as he enjoyed drinking down his friend’s copious, tasty pre. The passion the ten-year-olds felt on the bus for a quick release had turned into a warm lust and a newfound love for eachother, and they groaned as they took their time lewdly exploring eachother’s young bodies.

Fela had melted into the sensation of his best friend’s taste and embrace, his body completely relaxed as he sucked his friend’s dick and thrust into that warm maw slow and gentle. For Salle, though, his lust started to build up and up. He had been teased for the past two days, and even though he was enjoying the pace and the feeling of Fela inside and out, he felt himself needing more. Fela opened his eyes as Salle trembled before picking up the pace, pulling back more until his tip was barely in his best friend’s muzzle before thrusting back in. Suddenly, thoughts of Belial swam into Salle’s head – the strong, tall goat villain who never held back and always punished others who did him wrong. Fela didn’t even for permission at recess, he thought. He even played with my butt, and I guess it felt good. But I didn’t ask! His thoughts morphed from just seeing Belial to absurd ones of Belial slapping Fela, or tying him up naked so that he’d serve for his crime. Even as the kid drank down the lionboy’s pre, he realized he had to punish Fela somehow. So, he pulled back again and thrust hard into Fela’s maw, his balls slapping against the lionboy’s face, and Fela widened his eyes at the sudden switch-up.

Fela groaned as Salle really started taking his mouth, and his submissive instincts kicked in in as he tightened his grip on his friend. The lionboy remembered how much of a slut he was for his dogs and his brother this week, and he lustily imagined Salle cumming in his mouth, and then forcing him on to all fours before taking his ass and truly mating him. The goatboy, though, had never even thought of sex before today, but he did have a realization, and so Salle slid his dick out of the other boy’s muzzle before getting up on all fours over Fela and rolling the lionboy on to his back. Now his heavy cock laid down on Fela’s muzzle and his own mouth hovered over Fela’s wet, matted dick.

Fela sucked in his breath as he looked up, unable to see anything except Salle’s large, dangling orbs and the fat cock looming over his face. Suddenly, the goatboy plunged down, and Fela opened his mouth wide, letting out a small whimper as the goatboy held his legs down and took his mouth with fervor, noisily plap plap plapping his heavy balls on Fela’s now clenched eyes. Fela groaned as his mouth was used as a cocksleeve. He flexed his dick in need and Salle took it into his own mouth, happy to return to drinking down his friend’s delicious pre.  The noises the two boys were making was now much more obvious, each slap of Salle’s balls on Fela’s face easy to hear in the hallway, though still drowned out by the TV in the living room. Salle’s only thoughts were of using Fela and punishing him for being so selfish, so he didn’t hold back, his girth hilting Fela’s mouth and finding its way an inch down the lionboy’s throat, stretching it with each thrust. 

As Salle drank down Fela’s pre he pulled his hips up, holding his dick at the tip of Fela’s muzzle, childish delight building at the thought of how hard he was punishing his selfish friend, and plunged back in, his butt jiggling and his tail twitching. Fela squirmed, humping back in kind, suddenly close to the edge, realizing that being used like a needy bitch was his favorite thing in the world. And as Salle pulled up and plunged back in again, the lionboy moaned loudly around the thick shaft that stretched his throat and came. The goatboy murred and picked up speed as Fela flooded his muzzle with clear, prepubscent cum, loving the taste of the bitch who had submitted to him. Spurt after spurt flew across his tongue and he drank down each one before he felt Fela’s muzzle and throat tighten around his dick, and Salle lifted up his head, Fela’s dick sliding out of his mouth but still spurting cum on the bottom of his chin. He moaned into the open air of his room while his large cock throbbed; his balls pulled up, and with a shudder he reached his own orgasm. Fela bucked into the air, slapping his fuzzy dick between his belly and Salle’s neck, feeling ropes of cum travel up his dick and shoot out his cockslit. The warm cum pooled on his belly and drenched both of their fur before sliding down and covering the carpet. In the back of his mind Fela dully realized from Salle’s pulsing throbs in his tight mouth that the other boy was cumming, but Salle just started thrusting into him again. The young goatboy tried his best to instinctively breed his bitch’s mouth, fruitlessly attempting to stuff his dry-cumming dick deeper and deeper into Fela’s warm throat.

With each thrust, Salle muttered “This, is, what, you, get.” He imagined he was punishing Fela and tightened his grip on the other ten-year-old’s legs. His balls dropped back down to slap Fela’s face as he humped over and over through his extended orgasm. Salle, lost in his imagination, lolled out his tongue and drooled in pleasure. Fela just groaned around the thick cock, letting the other fifth-grader facefuck him, and unclenched his socked toes as his own orgasm began to let up. The lionboy squirmed; with each slap against his face, Fela felt a growing, slutty desire to be properly mated.

Salle finally began slowing down his thrusts, his mind clearing, and he started to feel the warm cum that was cooling and drying on his fur. His afterglow had hit, and with a boyish grunt he slid his wet boycock out of Fela’s mouth and slumped on to the floor to the lionboy’s side, his chest heaving from the sudden, lewd exercise. Fela purred animalistically and Salle groaned before looking at the other fifth-grader’s cummy dick, noticing how Fela was still hard even as his own spit-slicked cock started to soften up.

Fela splayed out, resting a leg on Salle’s body, before taking a few breaths and climbing on all fours. The young boy pointed his butt toward Salle and looked back at the goatboy before grinning. It was practically impossible to sate Fela’s lust, and he hiked his tail up before saying to Salle in a teasing, sing-songy voice “Well~ what about this hole?”

Salle was winded, and his dick had quickly became a little chub, but he sat up, curious, only to see Fela wagging his butt and showing off his winking tailhole.

“Felaaaa,” the ten year old sighed. “You’re actually crazy. Can we just play some games? I wanted to beat you up in Scalie Fighter.” The goatboy’s dick was already getting hard again, so he rubbed it a bit, but he winced as he was feeling a little overstimulated.

“Fineeeee.” Fela whipped back around before getting up, reaching his arms to the air to casually stretch his naked, cummy body before taking Salle’s laptop off his desk and setting it on the floor. Salle didn’t have a full TV setup in his room, but his laptop could play games just fine, so they usually just sprawled out on the floor and played when they didn’t want to use the living room.

Salle got up and crawled over to his shorts, his dick wagging below him with each movement, but Fela said “Wait! We could just be naked, it’d be fun.” The goatboy paused and shrugged – it’s not like there was any difference. He got up and padded across the floor, grabbed the controllers, plugged them in, and booted up the game.

“I get Tokage!” Salle announced as he flopped down and sat crosslegged, his chub sticking straight up. Fela sat by his friend and whined, but calling the character first was always fair game. “OK whatever. I’ll pick uhhh Suiryuu.” At least the winner was allowed to switch and pick the loser’s character. Salle looked at the lionboy, noting the cum all over him. “Here,” Salle said as he handed over a controller. Fela reached to grab it, but the goatboy hesitated. “Uh, don’t get your dumb cum all over it.” Fela gave him a cheeky a smile and nodded before snatching the controller out of Salle’s hand.

They quickly locked in, spending their endless energy on trying their best to beat eachother. Eventually Salle ended up on a winstreak as always, and Fela flopped down on to his front by him, his hands on his gamepad close to the laptop, not giving up yet but feeling down as Salle beat him over and over. Wait, Fela thought. I know how I can win. Fela grinned and switched tactics: whenever he got combo’d he would tap Salle’s leg with his own. This was the most annoying thing in the world to the poor goatboy.

“Stoppppp, you’re distracting meee!” This game ended up being particularly close, and Fela giggled as he tapped Salle again, making the goatboy drop his combo and lose. “Agggghhhhh that’s cheating!!”

Fela looked back at him and did the best impression of an innocent cub that he could do. “Nuh uhhhh, you just dropped your combo!”

Salle pouted and the lionboy giggled as he got to finally choose Tokage. With the roles reversed he started going on a small winstreak of his own. Salle clenched his controller, frustration building up inside of him, and his anger made him see red as he reared back before suddenly pouncing on Fela, his naked furry body covering the lionboy’s. Fela “Oof’d!” from the impact as his breath was knocked out of him.

Salle grinned and said “Yeah, you’re not gonna cheat now.” He wiggled his naked body on top of Fela’s playfully as he beat the other boy’s character to submission, forcing another character switch.

Underneath him Fela tried to stay focused on the game, but his dick had other ideas. His body was sandwiched between the goatboy and the carpeted floor,  and Fela could feel himself starting to get hard. Salle’s soft boyhood was wedged between his buttcheeks, and even as Salle put the pressure on him both in-game and in real life Fela instinctively started humping against the floor, accidentally sliding Salle’s foreskin up and down. Salle did his best to resist his friend’s plump butt but he couldn’t do anything to stop his buddening arousal. He told Fela “That’s not fair, either…”, though his own instincts kicked in and his hips slowly pushed forward and back, hotdogging between Fela’s soft buttcheeks and working his softy into a stiffy.

Both boys writhed and groaned as each game turned into a back and forth battle, neither able to get the upper hand. Fela’s dick was dripping pre all over the floor and his belly while Salle put him in another combo and humped him in rhythm with his button presses. Fela pushed back against him to try to make him drop it, but Salle responded by lowering his head and biting Fela’s fuzzy ear without ever taking his eyes off the screen mid-combo, finishing it and knocking Fela’s character out. Fela whined as he lost yet again.

Salle mashed “Rematch” but Fela had had enough. “I’m done, you’re better whatever. let’s play something else,” Fela said from underneath the other boy. “Let me up-” Fela rolled his hips up but Salle just pushed him back down with his hot-dogged six-incher and strong hips, holding Fela down flat against the floor and mashing the lionboy’s dick back against the carpet. Fela started to argue, but his friend just started humping again. Around his ear Fela heard Salle say in a fur-muffled voice “Nawh, we’re sthill playing.”

Fela whined as they kept playing, with Salle using his non-stop humping to help beat him again and again. Fela was huffing as his hard dick rubbed up and down against the floor, and after a few games a puddle of pre was coating his underside. The lionboy stopped being able to focus on the game, his eyes glazing over, and his mind turned to how the boy on top of him’s cock felt so huge against his hole, and how his dick was about to spurt. With each loss Salle thrust against his ass and bit down on his ear harder until Fela was practically being fucked. It got worse until Fela’s hands were barely holding the controller as Salle did the unthinkable and hit him with the double Perfect, making a glowing PP display across the screen. “Yes!! Take that cheater!!” Salle exclaimed as mashed “Rematch” and rutted Fela into the floor. Fela dropped his controller as his throbbing dick got stroked one too many times, and he started to moan loudly before shooting cum onto the carpet.

Salle growled as the smell of Fela’s cum eeked out from under the boys. But as Fela moaned and humped the floor and pathetically covered himself in his own warm cum, the goatboy heard his mom yell from the other side of the house “Boys! Dinner is ready!”

Salle stopped thrusting and rested his dick low between Fela’s buttcheeks, dropping his heavy balls on Fela’s as the lionboy rode out his orgasm. Salle could feel Fela’s balls pulse against his with each spurt, and he lowered his head to lick the twitching lionboy’s neck affectionately until the stream of cum turned into a dribble.

Fela sighed contentedly and turned over under Salle, blushing as he laid face to face under the cute goatboy.

“It feels really good when you lay on me.” Fela said.

Salle made a grimace before saying “Come onn I’m punishing you. Also come on, we gotta go to dinner.” The goatboy turned his head to the door and yelled “Coming mom!”

Fela licked at Salle’s neck to get his attention, and Salle looked back at him before suddenly feeling a tongue prod at his lips. Salle opened his maw up and Fela groaned as he forced his tongue into his best friend’s warm mouth. They both murred happily as they tasted and wriggled their boyish bodies against eachother, Fela’s cummy furry belly and dick meshing with Salle’s. The lionboy wrapped his legs around the goatboy on top of him and deepened his kiss, both of them almost lovingly tongue wrestling. Salle raised his hips slightly to rub their kid dicks together, frotting as they kissed.

They broke the kiss and panted. Fela whispered “Okay.” Then he realized it meant food time and threw Salle off of him, making the goatboy yelp in surprise as Fela jumped up on to his feet. To the door the excited lionboy yelled “Yeah we’re coming!!!”

In a rush Fela threw his clothes back on. Salle was stunned but quickly followed suit, and the two boys bounced across the house to the kitchen and had dinner with Salle’s family.

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The living room became airy and chilly as the day turned to night. Outside of the house crickets sang with abandon, but all else was quiet. It was movie night, so the entire family gathered in their humble living room, with the two small boys cuddled right up together in an armchair as usual and a big blanket draped over them. The couch next to them sat Salle’s younger sister, who was 8 or 9 (Salle pretended to never remember, but he knew she was 8), and beside her sat their two parents. The entire family looked similar to the untrained eye -- jet-black fur, long floppy ears. Only unique, small patterns of white fur, either stripes or patches, made up the difference between any of them. Salle's mom and sister were wearing their pajamas, and his dad lounged on the couch in only his boxers in an attempt to beat the heat. 

The lights were off and the room was pitch black as an action flick started and lit up everyone’s faces. Fela and Salle squirmed in excitement as the hero came on the screen. They held and squeezed eachother's hands under the blanket.

After a few minutes Salle’s dad went to go make popcorn, and Fela started moving their joined hands to Salle’s thigh. And then he moved them to Salle’s crotch, covertly rubbing the goatboy’s bulge under the blanket. Salle shot his friend a look, but Fela just let out a little snicker as he forced their hands to rub against Salle’s clothed crotch, making the goatboy’s dick chub up. Salle squirmed under the ministrations as his uncut dick reached full mast and put pressure against his waistband. 

The goatboy's face grew hot as Fela forced their hands to rub back and forth against his obscene bulge. Salle was panicking -- his earlier lack of shame wasn’t there anymore, and Fela was making him horny right in front of his family. But he didn’t cum earlier after humping Fela for hours and he was feeling needy. Salle pulled the blanket up to their chests and allowed himself to buck up a bit against their hands. Fela, still looking at the movie, unfastened their hands and tugged Salle’s shorts down to his knees. They were still hidden underneath the blanket, but Salle dick could suddenly be seen pressing against the blanket for just a second as his dick sprang up before Fela hurriedly pressed it back down. Salle grunted and cleared his throat to try to hide any noise he was going to make before Fela gripped his plump dick and started rubbing it up and down, masturbating his friend just feet away from his own kin.

Salle’s dad walked back in with a “Popcorn!!” and Salle reached out from under the blanket, grabbed it, and instantly held it in on his lap on front of his crotch. His dad sat back on the couch and passed out the rest. 

With the entire family settled, Fela let out a little sigh of contentment as his hand squeezed and jerked off Salle. Salle bucked in the seat as much as he could without alerting his family, feeling ashamed but incredibly turned on at the prospect of being caught. At school the goatboy was loud and a bit of a showoff, but at home without Fela he was always a calm, put-together older brother. His best friend, though, with each squeeze around his kidcock, was fueling his more out-going, almost exhibitionist side without even looking at him, rubbing up and down in rhythm with his shallow, needy humping. 

Fela giggled. It fit the funny scene they were watching, but he actually giggled because he had a risky idea. They sat on eachother’s lap often, as the chair they were on did smush them together close, so he sat up and adjusted his body, slowly sidling up on Salle until he sat his clothed butt down on the goatboy’s quivering dick.

Salle stopped a moan in his throat as those clothed cheeks made its away around his shaft yet again. Fela eased his pants down underneath the blanket, and Salle trembled underneath him, helplessly horny. There wasn’t anything he could do about Fela’s movements, and the lionboy knew that to Salle’s family it looked like a completely natural thing they did all the time. Salle didn't *actually* want to get caught though, especially not by his sister - the only thing that reassured him as his dick met Fela’s naked butt was that, when Fela started inching his ass up and down, at least the other boy was also trying to hide what they were doing.

Salle humped his dick against Fela’s butt right next to the his completely oblivious family. Fela had been hard since they first cuddled up on the chair, but as he worked his butt up and down the most he could, his dickhead lightly slid against the soft blanket, tenting it ever so slightly and drooling sticky pre all over it. Even the small amount of stimulation was enough to drive the horny ten year old wild, making him press his eager butt down hard on Salle and causing the goatboy to cough.

As the movie went on the two boys worked themselves up to the point where they were shivering as their need for more clouded their thoughts -- Fela slit was drooling all over his friend’s family’s blanket, and rubbing his butt against Salle wasn't nearly enough to get the goatboy off. Salle rested his head on Fela’s shoulder and put down the popcorn before wrapping his arms around him over the blanket, letting out an almost imperceptible whine as he humped his trapped dick up between the lionboy’s plush cheeks and against his winking hole. The movie was just background noise to the two of them. Fela laid back against his friend, both of them feeling good wrapped in the heat of the blanket and the fur of their warm friend. The two young boys walked the line between holding back and ignoring the risks and giving into their childish lust.

Their bodies warmed up further under the blanket as they covertly rolled against eachother. A particularly loud fight scene came on and Salle moved a hand to grip at Fela’s leaky dick through the blanket, his other arm hiding his movements, grinning as he held his hand still and squeezed. Fela coughed as he held himself back from humping up. Both boys panted lightly as their bodies really started heating up, and they got lost in the excitement of their young horniness, the kids spending half the movie with their eyes glazed over and savoring the feeling of eachother’s body. A dark spot formed on the blanket where the lionboy’s leaky slit was pressed against it and spilling pre through it.

“How long’s this movie?” Salle’s mother said to her husband, and he pressed pause to check. The boys tensed up and held in their breath. Salle let go of Fela’s blanketed dick.

His father let out an exaggerated “Oops.” He shrugged. “I thought it was just an hour and a half, but it’s two.”

“OK, if you’re OK with it I’m feeling tired. Want to go to bed, Lelle?”

Salle’s sister nodded and the two got up to go to bed, leaving the two quivering boys and the father. Salle’s mom turned to look at her son and his friend and grabbed a blanket from the couch before walking over. They stared at her and trembled as she draped the blanket over them lovingly. “You two could just ask for another blanket if you’re cold, you know.”

Salle muttered “Thanks, Mom.” She smiled at him before leading Lelle to their rooms.

Salle’s father, Renne, looked at his wife and then at the boys before saying “Sorry you two, still want to watch?”

They nodded and the older goat stretched out on the couch and pressed the play button.

Fela and Salle let out their breath as the movie roared back on. That was their queue to continue their horny ministrations. And with only one other person in the room the two boys started to truly get frisky. Salle looked at his fit dad as the man stared into the screen, engrossed in the movie. The goatboy, convinced they were in the clear, licked Fela’s neck and slid his dick down until the tip of his foreskin teased Fela’s tailhole. Fela got the message, closed his eyes, sat up a little, relaxed his ass muscles, and used his sense of touch to move his winking hole so that it lined up with Salle’s dick.

Salle murred quietly and reached under the blanket to squeeze his friend’s stiffy in appreciation, making Fela hump up a little. Then, Salle pulled Fela down, suddenly sticking two inches of his uncut virgin dick into Fela’s soft butt. 

Fela let out an “Oh-” that wasn’t much louder than a whisper. Salle’s dad looked over at the boys -- they were both still looking at the screen, but he could smell something was off. Still, he looked back at the movie as it reached its climax, the volume slowly rising as the hero arrived to save the day.

Salle saw his dad look at them out of the corner of his eye, and he paused, but as soon as his dad looked away he pushed Fela down again with his hands and humped up, sticking two more inches in the lionboy. The middle of Salle’s six-incher was the thickest part, and Fela almost moaned from the pain as his dry ass stretched around his friend. It hurt a bit, but his dog’s feral rutting definitely had hurt his butt more. He instinctively relaxed, slumping his body and resting his head back on Salle’s shoulder, his mouth slightly open as pain turned to pleasure from the girth pressing against his prostate, and waiting until he would slide all the way down the goatboy’s thick cock.

The music grew louder and the goatboy push Fela down and humped up one more time until his entire length was in his friend’s tight, warm hole. He moved his head up and began gnawing on Fela’s ear before thrusting his dick up and then down inside him just an inch at a time. The goatboy blushed as he realized he was having sex for the first time right by his dad. It was weird, but exciting. By now both boys were obviously not watching the movie, with neither looking at the screen -- Fela was looking up at the ceiling with his eyes closed as the feeling of his best friend being inside him imprinted on his consciousness. Salle was looking down at Fela’s relaxed face as he bit his ear. The goatboy knew they were being too risky, but once again the shame of being caught was subsumed by the lust that Fela had corrupted him into.

Salle started rubbing Fela’s dick with both hands as he bucked, using one hand to rub the lionboy’s dickhead and the other to squeeze and jerk his shaft. Fela was in heaven, and he audibly whimpered as he choked back making louder sounds. His friend’s dick throbbed in him, and he pushed his butt down harder, needing Salle to reach deeper. But with each buck Salle was pushing up on his prostate, the virgin boy's thickness making up for his lack of experience, and underneath his eyelids Fela could see stars. Salle moved his head down back to Fela’s neck and nibbled on it as he bucked into Fela’s tight, clenching tailhole. Both boys were getting close as their overheated, sweaty bodies fucked under the blankets.

The music swelled to its apex and the boys were about to pop, but neither noticed Salle’s dad walk over to them. The man flipped the blankets off them and the Salle looked up at his dad and gasped.

“Dad, I- I-” Salle stammered. He was balls deep in his friend and shuddering from suddenly being edge, and sitting in his lap was his bottomless best friend with his little drippy lion dick pointing up in the air. Fela looked at Salle's dad and panicked and tried to sit up, but after sliding a couple agonizing inches of his friend's dick out of his tailhole his legs gave out and he fell back down, his butt dropping down on Salle's thighs and his fuzzy balls slapping down on the other boy's. He clenched his eyes shut and let out a much needed moan into the air as his boydick flopped down and up.

Renne gave them a look and caught his young son’s eye as he adjusted his boxers. Salle’s eyes traveled down his dad’s fit body and saw a monstrous tent that barely contained a hidden, obviously erect cock. Fela peeked open one eye to get a look at the man standing over them. The TV screen lit up his back, but in his front he was covered in shadow. Fela’s eye traced him up and down: Salle’s dad was an uncharacteristically young 26 year old, as him and his wife were high-school lovers, and his body showed itself to be between a little muscular and a little chubby. But Fela began to stare at the man’s hands as they moved to and began to tug down that stretchy waistband.

The lionboy whined as Salle’s dad practically strip-teased him. “I could smell you two the entire time, you know. And,” Renne’s eyes shot to Fela’s lust-addled face, “I can tell you’re a little slut.” Salle hid his face behind his friend’s but Fela just pushed down on him again, and Salle let out a boyish grunt as his cock edged on the precipice. The situation didn’t make the two’s comparatively small dicks flag at all, and the new smell of the goatboy's dad's musk heightened their arousal.

“It’s OK Salle, I won’t tell your mom if you won’t.” Salle unhid his face and his dad just winked at him and casually pulled his boxers all the way down, freeing his huge 8” cock, also uncut just like Salle’s, the foreskin pulled back past the pick head. Fela’s panted as he stared at the member -- Renne’s foreskin and pubic area was covered pure white fur, but it didn’t hide the pre that leaked down the father’s dick.

His son took his encouragement to heart and bucked up into Fela, his shame washed away by a need to breed. Salle’s dad stepped forward, his cock hanging low and pointing directly at Fela’s face and lolling tongue. The ten-year-old rolled back against his friend as he hungrily leaned his head forward.

Renne tapped Fela’s muzzle with his dick, rubbing it from side to side and smearing pre all over the lionboy’s face. “I knew it.” He looked down around his fat dick and at Fela’s smaller, drippy boyhood and raised an eyebrow. “Is that pre I see, kit? Already? Well, my boy’s going to fuck all your cum out of you, won’t he?”

Fela stuck his face forward a bit more and let out a boyish moan into the man’s package, huffing in his well-developed musk before sticking his tongue out and lapping at those fuzzy, virile balls. Renne lengthy cock laid on the lionboy’s head and dripped pre between his ears.  Salle met his father’s gaze and, now that they no longer had anything to hide, he started humping up into his friend as much as he could, making the comfy chair creak under their exertion. He could smell his father’s musk as pre dripped down the back of Fela’s head, and his dick was as hard as steel at the incredible taboo of the situation.

“Good boy, Salle. Your little friend here looks like he’s done this before.” Salle bucked up and blushed from the compliment, his nose just an inch from his dad’s dripping cock. “Hey Fela,” he said to the boy as he pulled his length back and tapped it on the ten-year-old’s tongue. Fela eagerly licked at the leaky tip, barely able to hear the dad from the blood rushing to his ears, his four-incher standing up straight as the boy below him stretched his insides so nice. “You don’t play any sports, you just come here or you go home.” Renne casually placed a hand on Fela’s head and scritched between the ears. “So where’d you learn this from? Your dad?”

In between licks Fela shook his head, mumbling “N-no. My brother and umm... my dogs...”

Renne gripped the fifth-graders headfur tight and said “Oh, so you’re a feral bitch, huh.” He pushed his hips forward and thrust his cock into Fela’s mouth without any warning. Fela groaned in ecstasy and immeddiatly started bobbing his head. Renne chuckled as the little ten-year-old’s body accepted two different family members into its holes. Both were huge and warm, and Fela let himself be used like a bitch as he was thrust into from both ends in the chilly living room. He wrapped his arms around Salle’s dad and gripped at those firm buttcheeks before pulling them in, trying to hilt that virile cock all the way into his throat. Salle looked up at his dad's body, his eyes glazed over, eager to show him how to properly treat his friend. The goatboy thrust up hard and moaned almost girlishly, but the movie still wasn’t over and it drowned out the sound from reaching his mother’s and sister’s rooms.

Renne put a hand on Salle’s head and rubbed it lovingly. “Good kid. Breed the little slut.”

Salle breathed out and whispered, “Yeah, Fela, you’re a, a slut.” He clumsily tried out the word as he humped with his hands gripping the lionboy’s inner thighs. “A little, umm, slut who needs to be- be punished.”

“Good, unff, little stud.” His dad encouraged him as he rubbed the boy’s headfur and thrust deep into Fela, forcing the young lionboy’s throat to stretch around his girth. The goatboy’s cute dirty talk pushed Fela to the brink. The fifth-grader drank down Salle’s dad’s strong pre and clenched his muscles tight, making the goats moan in unison. Renne arousal had grown as he was sneakily watching the boys during the movie, his nose twitching the whole time at Fela’s scent. And now he let loose, thrusting deep into Fela before pulling back and doing it again, slapping his balls against Fela’s chin loudly.

Fela groaned, his body trembling between the lusty dad and son. The two roughly thrusting in to him was all the lionboy could feel and it was all he could take. With a moan around the man’s fat cock, Fela went limp, his arms falling to his sides on the chair as his dick throbbed and ejaculated. The two goats exhaled, with the dad letting out an expletive and gripping both Fela’s and Salle’s headfur as he picked up speed, sliding his slippery cock in and out of the lionboy’s willing maw before he came too. He shot deep inside the ten-year-old straight down into his throat, murring and calling the little boy dirty things as he bred his maw.

Salle wasn’t close behind, and as his dad tugged his headfur and his friend clenched those warms insides around his dick, he moaned into Fela’s creamy fur and reached his own long-awaited orgasm. He scrunched his socked toes in exertion, humping up deep, his cock spurting dry.

The three males writhed in ecstasy, two of them deep in Fela’s body while the lionboy soiled his shirt with his cum. Renne pulled his cock out and slapped Fela’s slack face with it. It was still spurting, and the man unloaded onto Fela, warm ropes of virile cum splashing against the fifth-grader’s face before Renne stepped back, ferociously jerking his cock and marking all over Fela’s body. The two young boys inhaled the scent of Salle’s dad’s cum as they rode out their own orgasms, spurred on by how they were so casually indulging in their taboo union right in the living room. Fela leaned his head back, his muzzle seeking Salle’s and finding it, and the two boys lapped at eachother’s tongues before awkwardly kissing. Salle tasted his dad’s cum in his friend’s mouth, his face hot as he found himself weirdly enjoying it, and the boys moaned into eachother’s mouths as Salle’s dad shot his thick load all over the lion kitten’s twitching dick.

The movie had reached its credits and the music was low, but the two boys couldn’t help but moaning openly anyway. Even as Salle’s dad’s cock ran dry, Fela was still cumming, the slutty boy shooting blanks as warm cum dried on his shirt and dick. His muscles relaxed, and Salle began to come down too. The kids broke their kiss  and Salle shamefully hid his face from his dad again.

Renne chuckled. “Good job, Salle.” He rubbed his softening dick on Fela’s muzzle and patted his son’s head. Salle cringed from the touch, but his hard cock was still throbbing in Fela’s ass. The lionboy, though, had suddenly fallen asleep, deeply comfortable with the dick in his butt and the cum that was being wiped across his muzzle. Renne tossed the blankets back over the two boys and pulled his boxers back up. Salle looked at him and his dad gave him a wink before sauntering off to his bedroom.

Salle sighed, his face flushed. Thoughts unbidden came to his head of his naked dad and tasting his huge cock, but also how kind he was to them. Sleep started to overcome the goatboy, and he gave in, his cock still pulsing inside Fela, and he put his head back and fell asleep. The two young boys sat there sleeping, half-naked under the blankets, until morning came.