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It was yet another day at Furville High, the sun beaming down relentlessly as the gym class did their mile run like every other Friday. Coach Night was supervising them. He was a tiger with an incredible physique and rippling muscles, ones any girl (or guy even) would swoon for. Beside him was Assistant Coach Macbeth, a white cheetah with brown spots on his fur and red hair on his head. While not quite as muscular as Night, he did possess a charming personality and a ruggedly handsome face which always seemed to have a smile.

Most of the students had finished their run by now, despite the glaring heat of the day. But one student was still trying to find the strength to make the last of the run, his time having gone well over fifteen minutes. This student was a thin white cat with a cap of raven black hair atop his head. The tips of his ears, toes, and fingers were all a deep shade of emerald green, looking almost like they'd been dipped in paint. His name was Andrew, and though he was intelligent he was severely lacking in physical qualities. It took him twenty-two minutes in total to finish the mile, and he promptly collapsed onto the track after he finished, panting heavily as he tried to regain his composure.

Coach Night clapped for the smaller feline, knowing how hard Andrew had pushed himself to do the mile. He walked over, carefully helping Andrew to stand and supporting him, which Andrew gladly accepted. "Everyone, let's head on back inside and get cleaned up. I'll help Andrew inside. Macbeth, can you escort them all back?" Coach Night speaks in a deep, rich voice, one that made Andrew's knees weak, though he easily passed it off as just the lack of energy from the run. He had been crushing on his coach for months, not that he had told anyone.

Slowly but surely Andrew was assisted inside by Coach Night, the others already back inside the gym and heading to the locker rooms. "Are you alright Andrew?" asks Coach Night, genuine concern evident in the way he spoke. "You took a somewhat hard fall after you finished." Andrew looks away, his cheeks blushing a deep shade of crimson. "Y-yeah, I am fine coach... Just need to work out some more, I suppose..." Andrew had a soft and gentle voice, one perfectly matching his small and delicate form. Night chuckled softly, finding the combination of his blush and meek voice to be rather cute. "Would you like me to be your personal trainer then? I would be quite glad to help you get more fit."

With these words Andrew finally looks Night in the eyes, quite a bit of surprise in his gaze. "R-really coach? You would do that for me?" Night nods, a warm and encouraging smile on his face. "Of course Andrew. Coach Macbeth and I had a training session scheduled tonight, would you like to join us? It will be at my home, and he and I could easily help you build up some muscle." Andrew considers the proposal for a moment, then he looks back up. "I would have to ask my father first, he likes knowing where I am. I'm sure he will say yes though, he's been wanting me to be less... Girly, I think is what he said."

"Well girly isn't a bad thing in my opinion Andrew. I just want to make sure you are healthy." He smiles as Macbeth comes out of the locker room without his shirt on, and it was clear he had been about to hit the shower. "Hey Night, our training session still on for tonight? We haven't had one for a few weeks now. And Andrew, are you alright? I do realize the sun was quite brutal out there." Andrew blushes once again from the concern shown from his coaches, drawing out a deep chuckle from the both of them. "Yes Macbeth, we shall be training tonight. I've actually invited Andrew to join us, so he can build up his stamina."

Macbeth, knowing what was really going on tonight, smiled a bit more and pet Andrew gently. "I am quite sure the two of us can help out with that in no time! Coach Night has an excellent workout routine." He winks at Night, making sure Andrew doesn't notice. Night winks back and rubs Andrew's back. "Now you get home and ask your dad about that. If so, I hope to see you around five-thirty at my place." Andrew nods and makes his way into the locker room, followed by Macbeth. They both grab quick showers, Andrew trying his absolute best to not get aroused right in front of his unfairly sexy coach. He manages to keep his erection down, and he dries off, changes, then heads home.

A few hours later Andrew finds himself knocking on the door of Night's home. His father had eagerly agreed, hoping his son would finally build some muscle mass. Andrew's tail was stiff behind him, an indication of his nervousness as he awaited his coach. Soon enough, Night opened the door with a heart warming smile. What Andrew had not been expecting was the lack of shirt on his coach. His cheeks burned brightly, drawing out a deep laugh from Night. "Andrew, come on in! Macbeth and I were just about to begin." He gently takes Andrew's hand in his own, pulling him inside and shutting the door.

Being this close to Night, Andrew found himself breathing in the manly, musky scent of the strong tiger, each whiff making it harder to contain his excitement. He followed close behind Night as he was led further into his home, trying inconspicuously to get more of Night's scent. Night noticed exactly what he was doing, but acted oblivious as he led Andrew into the master bedroom. Andrew nearly suffered an extreme nosebleed as the first sight upon entering the room was Coach Macbeth naked and waiting on the bed.

"Wh-wha...? C-c-coach?" He backed away a bit, but he found himself backing into Night, who was also naked now. Both were quickly growing hard, their combined musk making it hard for Andrew to think entirely clearly. "I told you we were going to help build up your stamina Andrew. Macbeth and I will be double teaming you, pushing you to the limits of pleasure and beyond. Of course, we will not force anything. If you do not want a part in this, you have every right to leave. We just want you to know our intentions."

Andrew was looking between his two coaches, the deep crimson on his cheeks refusing to go away. In his mind was a battle between logic and want. Logic said he should leave and be done with it. Want was telling him to start servicing his coaches like he had been wanting to do for months. Want won the day, and he hesitantly began to remove his shirt. Night, smiling seductively down at Andrew, hugged him from behind, running his hands over Andrew's slim, almost feminine torso. This elicited a small moan from the housecat, his body trembling as his shirt now laid upon the floor.

Night then reached lower, his hands finding the small yet growing bulge in Andrew's shorts. He dipped his hand inside, cupping Andrew's untouched jewels with his warm and strong hand, the smaller cat now panting and whimpering with need. Macbeth motioned for Andrew to join him, and he did just that. His shorts and underwear had fallen to the floor, revealing his hardening emerald cock, the same shade as his eartips. He crawled onto the bed with Macbeth, and Macbeth positioned him so that it would be a 69.

Andrew took a deep whiff of the shaft before him, a small bit of pre hitting Macbeth's face as Andrew's arousal grew. He lowered his face, giving the tip a light kiss before very gently slipping it into his mouth, sucking on the musky shaft of his coach. "Heh, this kid is a natural Night~" Macbeth said with a chuckle as he returned the favor, beginning to suck on Andrew's cock. Andrew, never having felt that before, bucked unexpectedly into Macbeth's mouth. Macbeth had lots of practice with Night, so that did not faze him as he continued to gently suck on Andrew.

Night had begun to stroke himself to the incredible scene before him, and seeing Andrew's tight, puckered tailhole made him all the more eager. He grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand and lathered up his cock. He then kneeled a bit and pressed his tongue to Andrew's tailhole, causing a small gasp and a loud purr. He carefully ate out the smaller cat, and soon he felt he had enough lube. He stood tall, pressing his thick shaft to the hole of the smaller cat. Andrew pulled away from Macbeth's cock for a moment, lust and fear both shining in his eyes. "P-please be gentle coach... I-I haven't done this before..."

"You have absolutely nothing to fear. I shall be quite gentle with you~" he says just before pushing in, meeting quite a bit of resistance as Andrew grimaces, the pleasure and pain mixing together. He forced himself to resume sucking on Macbeth, hoping to distract himself from the pain. Night groans from the extreme tightness that Andrew has, his cock ever so slowly making it's way deeper into Andrew. Macbeth hadn't let up on Andrew's cock one bit, the cheetah drinking down the sweet pre that Andrew was producing.

After a few minutes of pushing, Night is finally fully sheathed within Andrew, much to both of their pleasure. He very gently pulls himself back out to the tip, thrusting back in with a soft growl of pleasure and dominance. Andrew let's out a muffled cry of pleasure, sucking far more eagerly on Macbeth's cock now that he had found his rhythm. Macbeth sucks just as eagerly, the throbbing of Andrew's cock signifying how close he was.

Suddenly, Night jabs Andrew's prostate. His eyes widen, the pleasure greater than anything he'd done before as he found himself cumming into Macbeth's mouth, his cum sweeter than it was musky. Macbeth, upon tasting the cum, thrusted up hard and began to fill Andrew's mouth with his musky seed. Andrew's release had caused his tailhole to tighten further. Night, no longer able to bear the extreme tightness, yelled out "Andrew! I'm cumming Andrew! Take it all!" and began to fill the younger cat with his creamy gift.

Andrew pulled off of Macbeth's cock after swallowing five spurts, the cheetah unfinished as he began to coat Andrew's face with seed. Macbeth released Andrew's cock, the same thing happening to his own face. Night came a good ten spurts before pulling out, the excess cum now inside of Andrew's ass leaking out and onto Macbeth's face and into his mouth.

Andrew pants heavily, his body feeling weak as his adrenaline wears off. Macbeth smiles and turns him around, his face now right next to Macbeth's. Night lies down, sandwiching Andrew between the two. Night gently nips Andrew's left ear, whispering gently, "get your sleep champ. You've earned it. I'll tell your dad you will be staying overnight." with that, Andrew passed out between the two older, sexy cats. True to his word, Night called Andrew's father and told him that the workout left him incredibly exhausted, so it was "in his best health" to stay over. Andrew's father agreed, and Night then joined Macbeth and Andrew in the afterglow of sex and sleep.