Tossing and turning, Hunter awoke and stared at the clock next to his bed. 3:24, it read. Way too early to get up. Hunter groaned and tried to roll over, but the young panther couldn't get back to sleep. He'd been having very strange dreams ever since the incident, and once he woke up from one he had a hard time falling back asleep. He squeezed his eyes shut and rolled over the other way, but it was useless. The sweet embrace of the god of sleep eluded him. The kitten was suddenly, frustratingly aware of every little itch in his fur, especially over his tattoos, where it was still growing back in.

With a soft sigh he sat up, reaching over and unlatching the window. He winced at the squeak when he pulled it open. The smallest sounds are amplified to a racket in the small hours of the morning, or at least they seem that way. Cool night air gently wafted into the room, and he started rooting around under his bed for Cousin Moonshadow’s gift, from his coming-of-age ritual.

Grinning to himself in the dark, he pulled out a zipper sealed bag full of hand-rolled cigarettes and a lighter. His older cousins had introduced him to the habit, among other things, and his pliable young mind had absorbed it all like a little sponge. He pulled one out of the bag and stuck it in his mouth, flicking the lighter open and inhaling deeply. As the acrid smoke filled his lungs, his mind was filled with memories of that day, out in the forest village, and all the many things he'd done and had done to him. He blew out a long stream of smoke and reached under the covers.

His cock jumped to attention at the smallest touch, already primed from the smoke. It had that effect on him. Perhaps it was whatever was in it, perhaps it was the way they'd been touching him when he had his first lungful. It didn't matter, smoking was inextricably linked with sex in his mind. He inhaled deeply and stroked himself, two thin trails of smoke blowing out through his nose. He could only imagine how [i]sexy[/i] he must look. He slipped a claw into one of his nipple rings and tugged it. The sensation shot an electric tingle through his body and directly to his cock. The boy let out a soft moan and kicked the cover off of his bed. 

He looked down at his naked form, at his tattooed fur and pierced, unusually large penis. He was still a young cub, but the gods of his tribe had blessed him with a truly attractive body, and he was coming to realize just how lucky he was. He took another long drag and, pausing only to flick the ash out the window, blew the stream of smoke directly onto his cock.

His whole body was tingling by now, and he was increasingly becoming aware of a pressure in his nether regions. He was definitely feeling the call of nature, it may have been what had awoken him in the first place, but he'd been so horny he'd ignored it until now. Until the pressure was finally too much. He thought about getting up, but he didn't want to stop what he was doing. Thoughts and memories swirled through his smoke- and hormone-addled young brain until there was only one thing he could do.

It was only a dribble, at first, just a little trickle, fighting its way through his erect cock and pooling on his stomach fur. Another shuddering bolt of pleasure ran through him and he tugged on his other nipple ring. He moaned and arched his back, and another spurt of hot piss landed onto his stomach. He took another draw on his cigarette and let it out slowly, the stream picking up steadily as he did so. When the scent hit his nose, he moaned again. It was completely and utterly [i]him.[/i] It was a deeply pantherine scent, acrid but manly. It was the scent of a warrior. The boy rubbed it deep into his fur, jerking his streaming cock all the while and blowing jets of smoke through his nose. It was hot against his fur, and that felt right somehow. Hot and wet with his own piss, his lungs full of smoke, he revelled in the sensation until it suddenly wasn’t quite enough.

He licked his piss-soaked paw, eyes half shut in pleasure, and leaned forward, his mouth open and his tongue out. It tasted as pungent and acidic as it smelled, but to the young panther it was as sweet as anything he'd ever tasted. He leaned forward, breathing deep of the smoke that was driving his actions, and found he was flexible enough to actually take his own cock into his muzzle. And so he discovered what many a lonely young warrior had before him on long nights away from home.

His own piss filled his muzzle, and he gulped it down greedily. Somewhere in his mind he knew this wasn't exactly normal, but as his tongue lapped against his slick cock, as he tugged on his own prince albert ring, he didn't care. His fur was soaked, his cock felt good. His world was bliss, and nothing else mattered. The stream didn't stop when he pulled off to take a breath (or another pull of his still-lit smoke) so soon his face and neck were soaking as well. He rubbed it into his chest and resumed licking his cock, sucking it as the stream finally died down to a trickle and eventually stopped entirely.

The young panther simply started sucking his own dick in earnest then, moaning deeply as he played with his piercing. After all that, it didn't take him very long to reach the point of no return. He sent himself over the edge with a tug of his PA ring, hot semen replacing the taste of urine in his mouth as it filled his muzzle, leaking out the sides. He pulled off for a breath of air, and shot all over his face. When he moved his head back, some of it hit the roof. He bit his lip and huffed in pleasure, taking one final drag before stubbing out his cigarette and flicking the butt out the window. When it finally stopped, he sighed and slipped down further onto the bed contentedly, the god of sleep finally taking him into his gentle embrace. He slept soundly.

…Until two hours later when he woke with a start and ran to the shower. He was going to have to scrub for ages, and wash the sheets before everyone got up.