"C'mon! Dooo it, dooo it, dooo it!"

The boy's locker room chanted and cheered as Short inched closer and closer to the other boy's crotch, scrunching his eyes up and grimacing from the thought of his tongue touching a flaccid dick. It was all an act, though-- despite the 10-year-old acting as if he were disgusted, he was secretly very into it. The other boys, predominantly wearing just their underwear and in the middle of changing, were whopping and laughing amongst themselves as they played what was effectively one big game of chicken, though with a slightly different twist. Others would simply call it peer pressure.

Short's tongue eventually met with the other cub's cock and he could clearly taste what he perceived to be flesh. The chanting that had surrounded him erupted into a cheer, some clapping their hands whilst others just laughed and giggled amongst themselves, amused. Short didn't really know all the boys very well, but he was notorious amongst his peers for being the only one to go all the way in a game of chicken. The red panda pulled back after his tongue touched the dick and made a point of wiping his mouth, making a sound as if he were crossed out, but secretly his loins stirred with delight.

"I can't believe you went all the way." The boy in front of him, a canine in only his socks and underwear, tucked his humanoid member back into his red and white briefs. He looked both disgusted but awe-struck; the amount of kids that were probably straight or at the very least didn't really do anything sexual at their age, but any kind of insinuation of sex was usually of interest to all of them, in one way or another.

"Well, you know me..." Short joked, shuffling backwards but leaning forwards-- he didn't want anyone to see his half-hard cock in his own underwear. He was as naked as the rest of them, though he wasn't wearing any socks. The other boys around him gawked, whispering amongst themselves about what they should make him do next, and Short felt the pressure of their gaze. He had no idea what they planned next, but there was a good crowd of them watching, at least 15 of them, and one was bound to want a turn.

The canine boy moved away, muttering something about wanting to put his clothes on, and another boy quickly took his place, looking confident. The red panda raised his head to be greeted ot the sight of someone who he'd seen in class often-- he was something of a bully, but only sometimes; it more was like he had a big mouth and not social filter, more than anything else. He was a light-coloured canine by the name of Kent.

"Alright, chicken master," The boy grinned wide and shifted, lifting up one leg. "If you're so confident, then I bet you won't lick my paw!"

Kent wore the kind of socks that befitted athletes, which was understandable given his toned, young stature. Specifically, these particular socks were shot and ended just at the top of the shin, whilst the main part of the sock itself had holes for both the toes and the heel. For all intents and purposes, the boy's pawpad and toepads were completely revealed, and it took a lot of effort for Short not to stare. If there was one thing he liked more than cocks, it was paws. There mere sight of it alone was enough to make his mouth go dry and he nervously gulped, averting his eyes. Kent noticed and stifled a laugh, covering his muzzle with a mouth-- it made him look haughty and upper class, but he was quite the opposite, from what rumours said.

"Don't tell me you're backing out already?" The canine jeered. "We're not even started yet. You don't want to disappoint all your fans, do you?" 

Short hesitated and glanced up at him, before he swallowed his nerves and puffed out his chest. He shook his head, and the canine in front of him grinned even wider as the room fell silent. Maybe some didn't think he'd actually do it, or maybe others thought he'd bite, or worse-- after all, licking someone's paw was akin to effectively being subservient to them. With a certain degree of confidence and hidden delight, Short leant forwards as the boys around the two of them started to chant once more.

"Dooo it, dooo it, dooo it..."

Inch by inch Short drew closer and closer, his breathing lower and heavy. His cock ached in his pants, his body tingling with arousal. He imagined all sorts of things: that paw pushing down against his crotch, the boy shoving his toes into the red panda's mouth...hell, even having turns taken on him sounded incredible.

"Dooo it, dooo it, dooo it..."

He could practically taste it, aware he was mere inches away. His eyes were closed as his heart hammered in his chest. His lips brushed with what felt like a claw and he dipped his head, pushing a little further forwards. His nose pressed against something soft and squishy, and he felt Kent's toes curl around his snout, pressing across his fur and against his nose. Short tried not to shudder, but the feeling was intoxicating. True to his word, he stuck out his tongue as far as he could, until the wet appendage touched with the canine's pawpad. The squishy warmth of his paw was the best part, and as Short dragged his tongue up the paw towards the toes, his cock wildly throbbed in his briefs, desperate to cum. The room fell silent.

Suddenly, a cheer erupted through the boys and they laughed, some turning away and grimacing their disgust. Kent stood there for a moment, as if he were imprinting the sight of the red panda being subservient to him in his mind, before he removed his paw. Short hung his head and Kent's gaze flicked down, before he lowered into a crouch and reached out, grabbing the red panda's chin and forcing him to look up. Short stared into the green eyes of the light-furred canine, whose gaze flicked down once more, spotting something, before flicking back up. he drew his head closer, dipping it towards the side.

"Meet me at the bleachers after school." He whispered, before getting to his feet. He didn't say another word and turned, striding over towards the lockers on the far side of the room. He cast Short one final glance as the red panda got to his feet and their eyes locked, before Short turned, stepping towards the bench where his school clothes were. His face burned, and his heart pounded, but he couldn't help but to grin.

He wouldn't dare turn Kent down. For now, he'd impatiently wait until the end of school, and figure out Kent's true intentions then.