Learning Lessons (Furry, M/Futa, High School, Virgin)

Story by Lithier

Remember Lith? We're going back to his origin of sorts-- this is the story of his conversion from a quiet nerd into the slutty kitty we know and love.

A massive, black cock. Almost a foot from base to tip, it was still obscenely fat, even for its prodigious length. The very tip was pointed, as though to ensure it could be wedged into any hole, no matter how tight. The head itself was only slightly convex, offering a gentle brunt, but the head still swelled at an alarming angle out to the broad crown. A tiny slit hid just underneath the tip, a projection of the plump cumvein that pinched in between the two rounds that made up the underside of the head. That wide swell only seemed to grow thicker toward the middle of the cock, where the shaft gradually tapered to its widest point before subtly narrowing toward the base. Two small, jagged arteries flanked the cumvein, crawling up from the base and slowly spreading around the sides, intermingling slightly with the single, massive artery that snaked up the top, creating an obvious, wandering ridge that throbbed with every heartbeat.

Lith was confused. The very first thing in his mind when he woke up was a vivid, detailed image of a dick-- though he couldn't say whose dick it was, or where the image had come from. The young feline's second thought was that he was simultaneously thirsty, achy, and desperately in need of a toilet. Even after he'd managed to take care of all that, however, that image persisted.

He sat down at his computer with a sigh. Come to think of it, the whole evening prior was a blur to him at the moment. He supposed he must have had something to drink... The party. The party! Lith huffed softly and rested his forehead in his palm, thinking back.

Lith was not much of a partier. He wasn't very social altogether, in fact. He only really had one friend at school-- the very social Lacey. Lacey was friends with just about everyone, but she seemed to have taken a bit of a shining to Lith in particular-- she'd brought him under her wing, so to speak, and often encouraged him to meet new people and make friends. This was far from the first party she'd invited him to, but this one he found much more difficult to refuse: she had already told everyone that the party happened to fall on his eighteenth birthday. So the big party was declared a dual purpose celebration, with Lith as the guest of honor.

A certain dread had filled the young black cat as the night of the party approached. Lacey assured him he'd have a wonderful time, but he was fairly certain he'd just embarrass himself thoroughly. He remembered the long and uncomfortable ride to the party crammed in with half a dozen schoolmates, and he remembered his apprehension as he entered the house, already packed with young furs spilling drinks on each other and laughing raucously. He couldn't imagine at the time just where all this alcohol had come from, or who was going to clean up this poor, mistreated house. He declined several offerings of beer, of course, and was relieved when someone finally offered him simple orange juice, even if it did smell a little off.

That's about as far as the poor kitty could recall, however. Sighing softly, he finally looked up at his computer, and found that Lacey had poked him on his messenger. Straightening a little, Lith cautiously asked about last night. He was tempted to ask about the dick, but he was afraid that would sound... pretty gay.

Lacey seemed to think not only that the party was a huge success, but that Lith had enjoyed himself immensely. Lith was a little skeptical, but he followed the link she offered him.

It seemed that someone had taped a deal of the party and posted the video online. It was almost an hour long, but Lacey recommended he look at the 28-minute mark. Gathering himself a little, Lith skipped ahead. The first image was himself, smiling like an idiot. The feline winced, but watched on. It was foggy, but this seemed familiar. Bits and pieces came back to him.

It hadn't taken Lith long to get drunk. He proved very agreeable with a few screwdrivers in him, and when a few furs in the living room needed a new singer for their game of Rock Band, he was happy enough to accept the invitation-- not that he had ever tried to sing much at all in the past. To his relief, he recognized the song that came up.

The song was a couple years old-- a big hit single from one of those pop stars that gradually transitioned from sweet and cuddly to sexy to shameless. In fact, this was the song that marked her descent-- the song was so shamelessly slutty in some portions, some groups had petitioned to have it taken off the radio. In any case, it was a girl's song, the boys on guitar and drums explained, so they needed someone with a higher voice. And so, Lith was drafted.

The proceeding show whipped the teens lounging about the room into fits of laughter and cheers-- and the more they encouraged him, the more th

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