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Keituma considered himself a professional horse demon. Unlike many demons, he didn't breed for the sake of power by itself, nor did he only care about his legacy. His desire for power was a purer one: He wanted the power to protect his family. After he was cast into the nether, all of his descendants were rounded up and slain. Though a few of his line still remained in this world, they were far away, driven from this land by the ancient monks.

He was a professional though, and that meant there were no failures. There were only setbacks. This was a setback he looked forward to moving past, and at this school, he was provided the most perfect means to do so.

He found out that the school had a gymnasium. Inside that gym and outside on the sports field, all of the girls would exercise at least one hour a day. As a tool, it should have been beyond useful. However, he wasn't satisfied.

The coach was a large, fat orange cat who did nothing but ogle the girls that did exercise. Whether it was on the basketball court or running around the track, he never motivated the slower ones to run faster, nor rewarded the faster ones for being superior. He was wasting everybody's time, especially Keituma's.

So it was no surprise to the other demons that the coach was thrown down a certain toilet to serve as fertilizer, much to the plant demon's dismay. However, not even the wolf demon expected Keituma to take over the job.

He walked in through the front of the gym. He had white fur with a flowing red mane, and all of his body was chiseled, athletic muscle. His black, skin-tight shirt wore the school logo on it, and his baggy cargo shorts clung tight to him around his thin waist. He didn't look like a high school PE instructor, but rather a professional sports trainer.

He whistled loudly, and all the students rushed over. None ever saw him before, but he was wearing what looked like a school uniform, and coach Gray never showed up that period.

He looked them over, seeing what he had to work with. PE lasted just under an hour, and he had to find and take his selection from this group within that time. Fortunately, he could make some pretty accurate assessments. Unlike back in his day, these girls did not wear concealing kimonos. They wore white shirts and blue bottoms that covered only their privates- and not even that, on a few lucky occasions.

"Okay everyone, my name is Coach Keituma, and I'm taking over for coach Grey!" he said. "Because he was unable to improve general health here, he has been suspended from duty. It is my job to fix his mistakes."

The girls all whispered to each other. Nobody ever saw Keituma before, and usually they were given advance notice of a substitute. He was hot, though, so they all agreed not to ask the principal about it.

"First things first," he said. "Those of you who are already fit have no need to join in the group activities. You may play basketball, run laps, read books, do your hair, whatever. Just do it in the gym."

Several athletic girls moved to get off the line, but he stopped them.

"Obviously, just because you're skinny doesn't mean you're fit," he said. "To determine which of you don't need to be here, we're going to go outside and do a little test."

He lead them to the sports field. A giant, broken up wall of sandbags lined one half of the stadium.

"This is your test!" he said. "There are sixty of you, and there are sixty stacks of sandbags. You must move every sandbag from your stack to the other side of the field. The first five to finish don't have to partake in group PE from now on. The rest of you will exercise with me until you can surpass them. Now everybody put your hand on a sandbag!"

He got them into starting positions, made sure nobody had their foot over a line, and when he was finally satisfied none of them could cheat, he nodded.

"Go!" he shouted.

Right off, he could see that there were several very fast girls. Two gazelles and three cheetahs were tearing through the field. All of them were so skinny, though, that they could only carry one bag at a time. Since they were used to sprinting instead of endurance running, they quickly ran out of steam. It wasn't long before most of the fast girls were moving at a slog.

Even so, they built up quite the head start. The rest of the students couldn't keep up, and many of them were only carrying one bag, too. Of course, there were also the ambitious ones- some of them were carrying two at a time. Some used their shoulders, some used their arms, and some even used their necks. But each bag weighed thirty pounds, and the girls weren't built to run with that much weight. It wasn't long before many of those girls were also slogging with a single bag.

Two girls were proving to be contradictions to the pattern. The first was a young rabbit named Hatsu. She had white and black splotched fur, thin, powerful legs, and hair just as long as her ears. She ran like leaves on the wind, each foot bounding huge distances, then landing lightly before bursting into the next step. She looked one direction, and that was dead ahead. She never slowed down, stopped to breathe, or take any sort of break. She reached the stack, grabbed a bag, reached the other side, and set it down. She looked like someone took the wind itself and made a machine out of it.

He watched in horror as her foot caught on something, an invisible snag. She fell toward the ground, but tucked her shoulder in. With the grace of moonlight bouncing on the still waters of a lake, she tumbled along the ground once and was back up and running without missing a step. He caught his breath, then looked back at the other student who was refusing to slow down.

The other student was a foreigner. She was a light brown bear named Elli, and her build was not that of a sprinter. She had a medium sized skeleton, and a beautiful set of muscles to match it. Even from this distance, he could tell by her strong midsection, her curves, and her well defined arms and legs that she played some sort of strength sport, but he wasn't sure what it was. She was lagging behind the others, but she wasn't giving up- it looked like the longer she went, the more energy she had.

She rushed back to the line of bags. She still had 20 to go, but many other students were down to 14. She grabbed two bags, threw one on each shoulder, then picked up two more and charged. Even with the extra weight, she didn't slow. She looked angrier, like a warrior in a sparring match. In three dashes, she was caught up with and surpassing most of the others.

The rest of them did about as expected- they started out strong, got tired and didn't want to run anymore, so they gave up and only half-jogged, half-walked with their bags. At the moment, they were pathetic, but he'd improve them over time. As Elli was crossing the finish line with her last load of bags, Hatsu crossed with her last bag. Elli dropped to her knees and puked, and Hatsu collapsed to the ground. In all, the exercise took only 20 minutes, but it was a far more strenuous exercise than any of these girls had ever done.

"Alright, you two! Since you're so far ahead of everyone else, go grab a shower. You're done for the day," he said.

Soggy and tired, they nodded, and walked toward the gym. The normally fast Hatsu could hardly walk, each step making her legs shiver and threaten to give out from under her. Elli's muscles weren't any better off, and every step was a dragging plod to the gym.

Hatsu looked over at Elli. She never considered the foreign girl to be an athlete- she could never keep up with her or her friends, after all- but now that the two were the only ones done, she had to reconsider her.

"Hey, Elli," Hatsu said. "That was really intense. You did really well out there."

Elli grinned and blushed, not sure what to do with the sudden attention. Back home, she was captain of the girls' wrestling team. On this side of the ocean, though, there was no respect for wrestling as a sport or martial art. It was the first time in four months she was in the spotlight.

"You didn't do badly, either," Elli said. "I mean, I knew you were fast, but I had no idea you had that kind of stamina. Watching you go made me feel like I was moving in slow motion."

"You were moving in slow motion. That's what happens when you throw all thirty sandbags on your shoulders at once," Hatsu teased.

Elli chuckled, and the girls got ready to get their showers. They got their towels out of their lockers, then took off their sweat soaked clothes. Elli wasn't used to seeing other naked students yet, but Hatsu wasn't used to seeing girls as young as her with breasts as large as Elli's.

"Do all girls have such big boobs in your homeland?" she asked her.

Elli blushed brighter, but tried to be polite. "N- not all of us. It's just that I work out and I wrestle, so they look bigger than a lot of other girls'," she said.

"No, that's not true," Hatsu said. "I know the difference between fat and muscle. See, right here is where your boob begins," she said, poking the base of Elli's breast. "See? Everything there and up is boob. You have big boobs."

Elli was no longer able to speak, and so only nodded. She turned on the hot water, hoping that, for once, the school's hot water heater was working. The shower head made a chugging noise as the water filled its pipes...

Hatsu and Elli both moaned as hot water blasted their bodies. It soaked into their fur, washing away the filth and filling their muscles with heat. All across their bodies, muscles and tendon relaxed. The two girls' iron-like limbs turned into sensitive, soft flesh.

It was too much for Elli. After that kind of workout, she needed to rest. She looked around, but the room was filled with so much steam that she couldn't even see Hatsu. Elli sat down on the bench and sprawled out, letting her legs spread and the hot water blast her entire body.

Hatsu looked around for Elli, but didn't see her. Confident that Elli could wash herself, she grabbed her own bottle of shampoo to start washing her hair. When she squeezed, though, nothing came out.

"Dammit," she muttered to herself. She'd just have to borrow some from Elli.

She walked to the bear's side of the shower. "Hey, El-"

She stopped and stared. Elli's legs were wide open, giving Hatsu a generous view of the bear's lady parts. She had a perfect V from her abs to her crotch, and on an objective level, it was like a beautiful work of art.

On a subjective level, Hatsu definitely had to reconsider what she thought of Elli.

Without making a sound, Hatsu was in front of her. Elli's eyes were closed, and she was letting the water run down her body. Hatsu got on her knees, looked up at Elli so she could see her reaction, then placed her lips on Elli's nethers.

Elli was not a lesbian. She liked dick, plain and simple. But ever since her family moved over here, she couldn't find a boyfriend with bigger arms than hers- and hers weren't even that big! She hadn't considered the girls of her school, though...

The blood in her body was rushing to her extremities, and Hatsu's tongue felt like a feather, darting in and out and licking up and down. Elli squeezed the edge of the bench, letting Hatsu do what she wanted. She looked down into Hatsu's eyes, and Hatsu looked back, smiling. She stuck her finger up Elli's vagina, and Elli gasped- the rabbit's little fingers knew just where to press to get her going.

Hatsu saw the look in Elli's eyes, and she knew she was getting to her. She and the other top girls did this for each other sometimes. Now that she knew Elli was actually her equal, it was only fair to give her the same treatment. She placed her lips on Elli's clitoris and suckled it.

Elli cried out. Her hands flew from the bench to the back of Hatsu's head, and she shoved the rabbit's head into her crotch. Elli smiled, even as her nose battered Elli's abs. She was already thinking about getting that thick bear tongue into her own cooter.

Elli's toes curled. She had sex before, but nobody ever ate her out. The sensation was unreal- between Hatsu's teeth, tongue and sucking, she was sure she could be bisexual for a while. She just wished Hatsu was a bit manlier. That thought vanished in a puff of lust when her finger hit her g-spot.

Elli wished she could warn her, but she couldn't even talk- only moan and cry out as her juices gushed over Hatsu's face. Hatsu shut her eyes, but let the fluids drench her face. She had never been with someone so... wet, as Elli was.

Elli laid there, panting, motionless. Hatsu stood up and sat down next to her.

"What... was that?" Elli asked.

"That's just something we do for each other," Hatsu said, smiling. "But only if we like each other. Working out makes you build up too much energy. It's unhealthy not releasing it."

"For... each other?" Elli asked. "Does that mean you want me to... you know..."

Hatsu leaned in and kissed her, letting Elli's juices smear her lips. When she finally broke away, Elli had a fire in her eyes.

"Okay," she said, "I'm going to suck at this-"

"That's the point," Hatus said, giggling.

Elli blushed, and she couldn't finish what she was saying. Instead, she lowered her head into the smaller rabbit's crotch, and she tried to do for Hatsu what Hatsu did for her.

She put her lips on Hatsu's vagina, then opened her mouth and rubbed her lips against Hatsu's. A delighted sigh from Hatsu told her she was doing well, and she kept doing it. Hatsu placed her hands gently on the back of Elli's head, guiding her to the best spots.

Then, Elli used her tongue. Hatsu thought that bears' tongues were thick, not long. She was right, of course- bears tongues are not only thick, but also rather wide. They had to be, for the lengths they could control them at. Elli could lick her own eyebrow.

Hatsu's eyes popped open as her whine filled the room. Elli's tongue, brutish and not as refined as Hatsu's, rolled around in her cunny. She closed her thighs on Elli's head, forcing her to angle her nose so she could breathe properly. Brushing her teeth against Hatsu's clitoris, she put her tongue as deep down as she could manage, nearly reaching the deepest places in Hatsu's body.

Hatsu's mind wasn't in her body at that moment. She was climbing the stairs to heaven, reaching ever and ever higher. Elli turned out to be a quick study and a naturally good pussy eater, and as tired as Hatsu was, the brutish way she used her tongue was just wonderful.

Then, Elli remembered something. Hatsu used her finger. She stuck her own into Hatsu's.

Hatsu was just a mess of sticky fluid and lustful moans at this point, but even so, Elli's finger brought her to new heights. Instead of climbing up the stairs, she was flying.

Elli curled her finger, trying to find all the spots in Hatsu that Hatsu found in her. She wasn't the best geographer of pussies, though, so she had to trace the inside of her a few times before she could idntify which spots were the best ones. Hatsu certainly didn't mind it, of course.

Elli knew she was getting near when her pussy started clenching around her tongue. She closed her mouth on Hatsu's lips and ran her tongue up and down, flicking her clitoris with every pass. Hatsu came.

Elli didn't let a single drop escape her mouth. Gulp by gulp, spray by spray, she caught all of it in her mouth. She drank every drop, then returned the kiss back to Hatsu. The rabbit laid there as the bear kissed her, reveling in the sensation.

Behind them, coach Keituma watched. His dick was rock hard, but he was waiting to intervene. It was a stroke of fortune that his first two mares were sexually active with each other- it meant there would be more cooperation in the herd, and life would be much more interesting when it came time to have fun.

Right now, though, it was not the time to make fun.

It was the time to make babies.