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The University's locker-room was a hive of activity after practice. Wrestling team

members of all sizes and species filed through the doors and began undressing. The

biggest and loudest was Chadwick "The Stag" Hooverton, team captain. The 7'2", 350

pound Deer minotaur moved loudly through the crowd, throwing out jokes and playful

ass smacks as he went. He made his way to the front of the room, neglecting to change

out of his wrestling singlet. "Alright bros, listen up!" He boomed over the din, baritone

voice easily carrying through the concrete room. "We've got our first tourney of the

season against North this weekend, and if any of you are out first round, I'm pounding

your ass!" He shouted, drawing a few laughs and hoots from the assembled team. "Now

hit the showers. I'll see you all here tomorrow for another practice." As he watched the

crowd disperse, groaning at the prospect of another long practice, he felt a hand on his

shoulder. Turning around, he came face to face with Coach Rick. Coach Rick was a

bear of a wolf, his massive frame and abundance of muscle were softened by a layer of

fat that left him with a signature 'daddy' look. "Nice hustle out there," the large wolf said,

clapping him on the back, "But if you want to take the trophy this weekend, you'll need

to work on that waist hold."

"What's wrong with my waist hold?" Asked Chadwick, puffing his chest

indignantly.

"For one, its less of a hold and more of a grope." began the wolf with an

exasperated sigh.

"Nah, we both know if I really held these shrimps, I'd crush 'em!" he said, flexing

a bicep.

"Yeah yeah, if you're serious about winning, you'll stay after practice. I'll let you

practice on a man who can take it." Said the wolf, flexing a thick bicep of his own

teasingly before walking away. Chadwick stood there for a moment, blushing and trying

to come up with a comeback, but by the time he managed, Coach Rick was already out

of earshot. Grumbling under his breath, he grabbed his soap and a towel and headed

for the showers.

Stepping into the steamy environment, Chadwick took a moment to admire the

muscular forms of his teammates in various states of undress before joining them.

Slipping out of the skintight singlet, he tossed it to the side and moved under a

showerhead of his own. Given his size, the showerhead was barely pec level for the

titan, forcing him to crouch rather uncomfortably underneath it. He stood like that for a

moment, letting the hot water run over his beefy chest and through the fur and hair on it

before beginning to clean himself in earnest. Moving down from his head, he

shampooed between his horns and thick beard, taking care not to stimulate the

sensitive areas around them. He swapped to a human body wash for his torso, lathering

the 3 in 1 combination soap between his pecs and along his arms. Stretching out the

impending post-practice soreness, he shuddered as he brushed a hand against his

sensitive nipples. His cock responded immediately, tip poking out of the tan-furred

sheath covering it. It took some willpower not to begin jerking off then and there, but he

managed to continue showering, taking extra care around his groin to not stimulate

himself further. His lower half went quickly otherwise, he neglected to thoroughly

shampoo the fur on his legs as the water would get it anyways. A few moments later, he

shut the water off and began toweling his torso off, trying to keep himself from getting

aroused further. Stepping out of the shower, he turned towards his own locker, towel

tossed over one shoulder.

As he made his way out of the showers, he was distracted by the sight of one of

his team members and frat brother, a lion named Bryce, fully naked in a shower of his

own, brawny body on full display. A familiar stirring sensation rose in the pit of his

stomach, and he knew that his shaft was peeking out of its home. He was considering

joining the lion when he collided with a smaller form headed in the opposite direction out

of nowhere.

"Bro, watch where you're going!" he exclaimed in shock, looking down to see a

smaller ram that had been knocked to the ground by the force of the impact.

"Sorry, I was just-" began the ram meekly before realizing his situation; he was

eye level with the large sheath of a man much more massive than him.

"Hey, eyes are up here." Quipped Chadwick, noticing where the ram's gaze fell

on.

"oh god, I'm sorry I didn't-" continued the ram, quickly diverting his eyes and

blushing at the realization he'd been caught staring.

"You act like you've never seen a dick before, bro. C'mon, let me help you up,"

chuckled Chadwick, extending a large hand towards the ram with a smile. "What's your

name, man? Don't think I've ever seen you around here!"

"Laine, I'm a freshman. I just thought I'd check out the gym facilities here," replied

Laine, eyes glued squarely to the floor to avoid another mishap, the image of the jock's

sheath and partially erect penis still fresh in his mind. That'd be hot if it wasn't so

embarrassing, he thought to himself, face still flushed.

"Well, you found the right guy to show you around. I'm Chadwick Hooverton,

wrestling team captain." Chadwick extended a hand towards Laine and let the towel

loosely held around his waist drop to the floor, fully exposing him once again.

"Not by election!" came a shout from another locker. Having finished his shower,

the lion had joined the pair, slipping on jockstrap as he came out of the showers.

"Whatever, bro, if you wanna take the title, you'll have to wrestle me for it!"

Chadwick shot back, a cocky grin plastered across his face as he puffed his chest. He

turned back towards the ram only to find him shielding his eyes.

"Bro, what's wrong?" he asked before looking down and realizing the extent of

his nudity. "If you're gonna be in a locker room, you'll have to get used to seeing a few

cocks. Besides, at least I have a sheath." continued Chadwick, waggling his thick

eyebrows. Grabbing a pair of athletic shorts and a red baseball cap with the greek

letters sigma theta and gamma emblazoned on the front from his locker and placing it

backward on his head, he slipped the shorts over his thick quads, leaving the fabric

practically skin tight.

"I mean, so do I, but at least I have some modesty bro!" jabbed Bryce, playfully

pulling down the waistband of his jockstrap to punctuate his point, revealing a golden

furred sheath with a maroon fur bush that connected up to his large, well-groomed

mane.

"Enough dicks!" blurted Laine, suddenly overwhelmed, "Listen, it's great to meet

you, but I really should get outta here. I'm gonna be late for class," he lied, searching for

an excuse to slip away from the pair of jocks.

"Sorry bro," replied Chadwick, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Let me

walk you to class, alright? Don't want you getting lost in the rec center. I swear they

made it a maze on purpose!"

"No, really, it's fine. I'll-"

"Nonsense! where are ya headed?"

"Back to my dorm, It's online..."

"What dorm are you in?"

"the one on the west end of campus, Ryatt hall or whatever."

"No way bro! That's right next to the frat house! I'm headed that way anyway!"

"Alright, fine, lead the way," concluded Laine with a sigh, realizing that there was

no point in arguing with the deer-man once he had made up his mind about something.

"Aren't you gonna put on a shirt?"

"Nah bro why would I? I've got fur for a reason!" laughed Chadwick, running a

hand up through the thick covering of hair on his stomach and chest. It was Laine's turn

to feel a stirring in his stomach as the pair exited the locker room and into the still-warm

September air