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"Paul, come in here a moment would you?" Coach Montgomery asked, just as the tall, tan cougar was about to leave the gym. Paul sighed before turning back to the middle aged doberman, shoulders slumped in anticipation for the coming conversation.

"I know coach, I gotta get back in the game,"

"I can see that your already doing your best Paul. I think you need extra training, and the coach of Falkers South has given me the number of the guy they hired last year," Montgomery replied soothingly.

Paul tried not blush in embarrasment as he considered what the dog was saying. Was he really THAT bad? Still, so long as no-one found out he was getting private training to stop him sucking, well maybe it'd be worth it. Especially if it got him off the bench when the season rolled around.

TWO DAYS LATER

Paul shuddered as he let the first inch slid into his mouth, the taste of the boiling hot demon cock exploding on his tongue the instant it made contact, bringing tears to his eyes with its sheer heat. He pushed past it, consoling himself with the dream that he'd finally be the best player on the team, and allowed another couple of inches to slid past his lips. Draas wasn't one for waiting however and after a couple of seconds of pussyfooting about, he merely grabbed the cougar's tawny ears and slammed his hips forward, forcing the cat to deepthroat his monstrous prick.

Paul would have gagged if Draases dick had given even an inch of space, but even on the outward stroke of the demon's thrusts, Paul's throat was spread wide, demonic cum being pumped directly into his stomach from the black fuck tool.

"Yeah that's more like it! How'd you like the taste of a proper cock?" Draas asked as his heavy sack smacked noisily against the cat's wet chin. He had to admit though, with those soft plump lips and rough tongue, the kid was built for sucking cock, and pretty soon he'd be built for giving the same experience to two cocks at once.

Eager to finish the foreplay and get started on the main attraction, Draas allowed himself to cum, just enough to work the transformation, but not so much that he wouldn't be able to have a little fun afterwards.

Paul gasped as the massive tool was pulled from his maw with a wet pop, grimacing as a wad of cum painted his face from eye to chin. Draas merely chuckled at the sight and began to chant in his native tongue. Not that he needed to, he could work magic in any language, but the reactions were better when they had absolutely no idea what was coming.

That said, the thickset cougar noticed almost immediatly when his pride and joy began to grow steamingly hot in his sheath. Instantly his paws where there, pulling back the thick skin to reveal a rapidly shrinking dick.

"It always suprises me when you dumbass atheletes never bother to ask about the exact costs of my business," Draas said, laughing at the plight of the former stud. Paul pleaded with the demonic goat as his limp cock retreated further and further into his sheath slowly turning his tool into a cum-drooling pussy. Draas coolly glared at the whimpering jock as the cougar was slowly bitchified.

"Trying to pretend you're still a real man when you still have my cum on your lips," the goat said, yanking the cougar up by the scruff of the neck as the last of his kitty prick became nothing more than a quivering clit, "It's time you learned your place as my cock sleeve you slut,"

Draas easily bent Paul over, despite the cougar's weak resistance, spreading the cougar's legs with his knee. Paul tried to clamp his legs shut to protect his virgin tunnel from the demon's knotted prick. Draas merely sighed in response and grabbed a fistful of the cougar's hair, snapping Paul's head back and twisting until the jock cried out in pain.

"Spread them,"

At the command Paul slowly parted his leg, allowing his protruding fuckhole to flop between them, dribbling precum as if it was still a dick. Not letting up his grip, Draas used his free hand to roughly grab at the two and a half inch long tunnel of flesh, earning a high pitched squeal from the submissive cat, and a squirt of repurposed dick-juice. Draas pulled the pussy tube back between Pauls balls, spreading the all but useless sack with the remains of the cougars manhood. Draas took a second to position himself, lining up the dribbling tip of his twisted black dick, before slamming his rock hard 16 inch demon dick straight into Pauls virgin fuckhole.

The foreign sensations that rocketed through Paul's body reduced him to a quivering mess of orgasmic bliss in a matter of seconds, the pleasure of being fucked by a real man's dick bested any experience Paul had had with the cheerleaders. Eyes crossed, he no longer cared about the loss of the majority of his masculinity, he only cared about the throbbing of his tight walls around the corrupt dick that was spewing molten hot demon seed straight into the pussyboi's cunt.

Paul barely even registered the screaming pain of his nuts as they were repeatedly crushed between Draas's body and his own. The one thing he could think of was stuffing another few inches of rock solid dick into his bitchhole, which he managed for nearly a whole hour before the sheer exhaustion caused him to black out.

SOMETIME LATER

Paul woke up on the couch at his house to the sound of the front door slamming. He heard his dad drunkenly stumble into the sitting room. He froze and quietly hoped the older cougar woud just continue to the kitchen so he could sneak upstairs, but it was not to be. The lights blared on at the same time as his father roared out gleefully;

"A little goatsie told me that SOMEONE had such a crush on their old man that they traded their cock for a tight little pussy,"

Paul's father rounded the couch and was greeted by the sight of Paul's naked body scrambling to try and cover itself, but a quick whiff told the old cougar all he need to know.

"Hah, fucker never told me that he tested out the goods!" The cougar exclaimed as he all but pounced on his pussified son. Paul's legs were already spreading themselves, embarrassment forgotten as memories of Draases shaft came flooding back. His father, being the biggest manslut in history, wasted no time in tearing off his own jeans and whipping out his thick cock. The potent smell of his father's dick sent shivers down Paul's spine, and he felt his fuck tunnel heat up and moisten. The older cougar clambered awkwardly over his son until they were face to face, his dick already dripping pre, using one hand he lined himself up and then he gently began to slid inch after inch into his son, who instantly started moaning and writhing in pleasure.

"Oh fuck, ya shoulda just told me, I'd have given ya a good fuck if ya'd only asked," Paul's father panted, rhythmically pumping his fat cock into Paul's bitchhole, his heavy nutsack slapping noisily against Pauls own bruised balls.

Paul's face burned in embarrasment, and he turned his face away from his father's lustful, alcohol clouded eyes. But he tilted his hips upwards and sucked another inch of fat daddy dick into his sopping muff, moaning loudly as the thick spines rubbed over his clit.

"Shit dad, you're massive!" Paul exclaimed, rolling his hips awkwardly as another inch of his dad's cock made itself known. The waves of pleasure mixed with the sensation of being completly filled quickly drove Paul over the edge

Paul's dad chuckled and sloppily licked his son's neck as the younger cougar bucked and rolled on his dick, Paul's inner walls sucking on his father's dick, trying to draw out his vintage baby batter. But the old cougar was far too experienced to be drawn that quickly into an orgasm. He was known far and wide by (mostly) unmarried women, and even a few subby men, for his ability to keep the party going for hours.

So instead of coming out of his orgasm to a drunkenly catatonic cat, Paul instead found his eyes focussing on his father's naked ass as his muscular daddy loudly slurred into his phone. Still unable to think clearly, he didn't think to listen in on the phonecall until after his father had hung up, by which time it was far too late to stop his father's best friend and next door neighbour from dropping by.

"Fuck, you weren't joking at all were you Bob!" Lewis exclaimed as he drunkenly pawed Paul's sensitive cunt. Paul was past embarrassment at this point, he'd already had two men fuck him into insensibility, and there was no way he was going to be able to say no while Lewis' bear cock was filling the room with it's heady musk. Instead he just casually wrapped his paw around his fathers exposed dick and began jacking him off.

As he did so, Lewis finaly decided he'd had enough fun just fingering the somewhat masculine fuckhole, instead the bear began stroking his long cock, coaxing the snake like appendage to it's full height. Once he'd charmed his 9 incher to it's maximum potential, he roughly flipped the half comatose bitchboi over, ignoring the grunt of displeasure from Bob. Feeling his way underneath the former stud with nothing but his tip, he quickly found the hole he was looking for and was rewarded with a sharp gasp as his head flicked the tight entrance. As he lined up for the breaching thrust he felt strings of cum drip onto his dick from Paul's waiting hole. Happy to oblige, he quickly tilted his hips and slammed forward, expertly rocketing his dick into the unreasonably tight pussy, hilting just as Paul let out a ragged shout, quickly followed by begged encouragement.

As his sloppy cunt was violated for the third time in so many hours, Paul reached out and began coaxing his father back to full mast, the cougar having started to flag a little whe his little slut stopped paying attention to him. Bob hissed through his teeth at the beautiful feeling of his son's rough pads against his cock once again, obligingly humping in time with the boy's suprisingly thick paw. Distracted temporarily by keeping his hand motions even despite the awkward angle, Paul missed the entrance of yet another one of his father's drinking buddies.

He did notice however, when an unaccounted package was shoved into his face. Unashamedly he instantly began licking the thick cock, idly trying to guess from it's size and shape. Of course once the owner of the mysterious cock's musk began to overpower his powerful cologne the answer became obvious.

"I hope this means I can expect great things out of you on and OFF the field from now on," Rick Montgomery commented offhandedly as he slid his hard dick into his new shower toy. He'd heard great things about the miracles Draas had worked with Falkers South. Specifically about the permanently tight vaginas that half the team now possessed. Maybe he could convince the goat to make the next one he sent in into a proper woman downstairs, none of those pointless testicles.

Still, he could admire master handiwork when he saw it, and the drooling bitch on his dick was a prime example of bad footballer remade into something great.

END