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

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, m