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I drew in one last breath as I stood outside the entrance to the practice facility, before tilting my head up at the façade and the wide glass doors in front of me. On the surface, it looked like any other boring hockey rink I’d been to. I’d certainly been to my fair share of them. But, this one meant so much more than any other one had before. As I stared at that wall of concrete, steel, and glass in front of me, I knew that I’d finally made it. All that hard work, all those early mornings, and all that strain on my body had paid off. The butterflies in my stomach were certainly fluttering as I took the final steps towards the door, but as I lowered my head and pushed my paw against the glass, I knew that this was right where I belonged.

I did my best to keep my nerves down as I made my way through the building, following a bit of distant noise to home in where the locker room entrance was. I knew I had to walk in with a confident attitude and make a good first impression on my new teammates. Rabbits weren’t exactly known for being the most intimidating species that frequented a hockey rink, especially when surrounded by bears, wolves, moose, snow leopards, and just about everything else that could tear a rabbit in two. However, it helped that I was no tiny twink like a lot of my species. I was a 6 foot, 205 pound, mountain of a snowshoe hare, although there was still plenty of twink bunny hidden inside of me. It never took much for that side to come on out either, especially when I found myself surrounded by a lot of sexy and mostly naked guys, all in prime physical shape.

I had to try hard to keep those parts of my mind suppressed, at least for now, as I shot back a simple head nod to anyone that looked in my direction. I kept my chest puffed out, my arms swinging, and my powerful legs pushing me forwards until I found the locker with my name stenciled over it. My pads, skates, and sticks were all there waiting for me, as was my brand new practice jersey with the Blue Creek Vampire Squid logo plastered on the front.

It was then that I really felt the rush of emotions overtake me. I’d finally made it! My entire life playing hockey, from the very early morning practice sessions when I was still in single digits, to all the traveling for my high school and college career, had been worth it. For the next few decades, assuming everything went well and I stayed healthy, I would make my living playing hockey, and that was a dream come true for me. As my paw reached out to gently brush against that jersey, I felt a small shiver race down my spine, and pride welling up in my throat. I might have only been drafted for a starting spot on a minor league team, but it still felt as if I was playing with the big boys. Besides, the major league would only be a year or two away for me if I played my cards right.

“New guy, huh?”

Those words shot me out of my trance and had me spinning around with all of my prey-like reflexes firing at once, only to come face to face with the older mountain lion staring back at me. My relatively short ears shot up to attention, only to fold back against the sides of my head as I gave off a small and nervous smile back at him. “Heh, yeah I am,” I said as I caught my breath, adding in a short nod as well. “You are…. McNeil, right? Allister McNeil?”

“Someone did their homework,” he said with a smirk as he stuck out his paw, making me look down towards it and add mine a moment later. We shook with a firm grip before he pulled away first.

“It’d be rude to not know who the captain of the team was,” I replied with one more deep breath to try and relax.

“I suppose it would,” he continued with a content nod. “Nice to meet you… Bouchard,” he said as his gaze glanced past me and towards the name on my locker.

“Call me Andy,” I answered, doing my best to puff out my chest a little more after its sudden deflation at the scare. “Nice to meet you. I’m looking forward to meeting the whole team when I get the chance.”

“I’m sure you are,” he said with a small chuckle and a pat to my shoulder. “Don’t be nervous about your first day. Just do what they tell you, show off your skills, and I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

I nodded in return, and in all honesty, I should’ve left it at that. But, my giddiness and excitement had gotten the best of me, and I was already tired of trying to suppress my overflowing emotions. Those that knew me well knew that I wasn’t shy about much, and I was always quick with a little quip. Whether it was the right time to let those words burst out of my mouth or not was debatable, but before I could stop myself, I felt my big mouth adding in, “At least until the hazing gets under way, right? Or does that advice go double for that?”

The mountain lion was quick to let a chuckle break over his face with those words. His amber eyes stared back at my widening smile for just a moment before he shook his head and said, “Nah, there ain’t any hazing around here. Don’t be worried about that.”

“Awww,” I droned out with a slightly sarcastic, but also slightly realistic tone to my voice. Now that the flood gates had been opened, there was little I could do to stop myself. I could feel some thoughts start to bubble to the surface as I continued with, “Not even a little? It could help me to get to know the team a bit better. Maybe see some parts of them most wouldn’t normally get to see? A little bonding experience perhaps? I mean, the stuff I did in high school and college could get intense, but in the end it all worked out for the best, and everyone had a good time.”

I watched as the lion gave off another small chuckle, but he was quickly growing less interested in my words as he brushed them off with a flick of his ears. “You must have had some interesting teammates in the past, didn’t ya?”

“I sure did,” I replied with a steady nod, now starting to drop the joking bit and lay a little more onto the real side. “Everything we did made us a closer and better team I think. There’s nothing like celebrating a win, or having that incentive to push that extra little bit to get something special, knowing you’ll get a reward for all your hard work in the end. Maybe that’s the spark the Squid need to really make a push for the Cup this year.”

The lion’s smile faded even further as he gave one last nod to appease me, but at the same time he was quick to say, “Well, I’ll see you out there on the ice. Work that rookie trainer over good. We’ve got an interesting lineup of new guys coming in this season, so I’m liking our chances.”

I continued to wear a small smile on my face as I heard Allister brush off my more serious attempt at making a suggestion, but I nodded along with his words. “You got it. Getting drafted was only step one after all.”

“That’s the spirit,” the lion agreed with a small whip of his tail, before turning around and walking off, leaving me alone with my gear and my new jersey once more.

I didn’t let the lion’s dismissal of my ‘hazing’ idea get to me all that much though. I had been telling the truth – it had worked for my college team quite well. Every win was celebrated with a majority of the team finding my room in the hotel afterward, and every loss was a disappointment when I was forced to keep my pants on. It gave us all that extra little edge. It gave us just what we needed in the third period with two minutes left to go so we could pull out a win. The sex was always the most intense after those games, no matter how tired we were after what happened on the ice.

However, I knew that I was still the new guy on the team. Well, one of the few new guys at least. I didn’t want to push my luck right away, because I knew that not everyone might be into it. High school and college aged guys were always easy to rile up, but this team had a few older guys on it as well. I could gauge interest and see if anyone else might enjoy a little bit of risk and reward to their play, but first I had practice to set my sights on. I casually said hello to a few other players who walked in and got dressed while I was busy doing the same, but once my skates hit the ice, I found myself completely in hockey mode. Everything came naturally as I took a few quick laps around the rink and did my usual stretches, but after all of us were out on the ice, we were soon called over towards one of the coaches.

We had quite the mix of ages and species on our team, which was pretty common in the minor leagues. Those just starting out, those that weren’t quite good enough to go full pro, and those that were on their way down from the majors were all represented, which left me with a few good options to choose from. Not everyone would be interested in a little team bonding I was sure, but then again I never really could tell. Some of the most eager in the past were those that had serious girlfriends, or made everyone swear to silence about what went on in those hotel rooms after the games. I was pretty sure I could handle anyone on the team, even the older donkey that I swear shot a wink back at me when we caught eyes.

I was quick to shoot a wink back at him too, and even after our gaze parted ways, my eyes went back to scan over his frame when he wasn’t looking. Solidly built, with a working horse size and frame… I soon felt my mind drifting towards just how hung he was. Equines weren’t too common out on the ice, but I’d certainly crossed paths with a few in the past. The impressive working strength of an older donkey, pressing me up against the back of the net as we fought for a puck, was quick to bubble up inside my mind. I felt a little shiver shoot towards my toes as I thought about the way he’d lean over me, with his chest grinding into my back, forcing me to arch my spine and grind my rear end into his groin as I all but gave up the fight and focused on him. I could already feel that large bulge of his grinding right underneath my stubby little tail, pushing right through his crotch protector, as equines just weren’t able to be contained! Maybe we didn’t even have any pads on at all! My thick fur had kept me warm when I was bare on the ice. Having sex wearing just ice skates in an empty rink was something I’d only tried once, but damn if I didn’t want to do it again. That donkey looked like he knew how to sneak back in after-hours too – I could tell by that casual and mischievous look he had on his face.

I was snapped out of my thoughts and adjusted my own bulge as the quick introductions ended and the coach broke everyone up into teams, leaving me skating along with the other left and right wingers in a few simple drills and passing plays. My mind slowly faded from thoughts of sex to thoughts of hockey, although only for brief moments as I was a rabbit after all. I did well enough in the drills to get a few ‘good jobs’ from the assistant coaches and a few pats on the back and legs from a few sticks as I skated on by, so that left me feeling pretty good as I left the ice to disrobe after practice.

I kept my eyes on everyone as they stripped down and made their way to the showers, although I tried not to make it too obvious I was catching glimpses. I strutted my stuff as well as I let my towel hang rather loosely around my hips, and I was quick to take it off when it wasn’t completely socially required. But, much to my dismay, I didn’t see anyone jumping at the chance either. I didn’t expect them too as everyone seemed a lot more… professional than most of my previous teammates, but I did my best to wiggle my small tail just in case anyone was looking. I kept up hope to catch a glimpse of the donkey as he strolled in, craving to at least get a good look at the size of his balls and sheath, but he kept himself well hidden behind a few others showering around me.

After we exited the showers and got dressed, the head coach called over all four of the rookies for a small meeting. He handed each of us $100 in cash as the old raccoon said, “You boys should go out and grab something to eat together – my treat. We do team outings every other month or so, but for now, why don’t you all go and get to know one another? You’ll be rooming together for the road games, so it’s best to get any baggage out of your system now so it doesn’t come into play later.” As I took the money into my paw, I figured it’d be a good time to bring up a few things. So, with a round of thanks and smiles, the four of us walked out of the locker room in a mostly silent group, each one being a little too shy to really say much at first.

Blue Creek wasn’t a huge metropolitan area, but it was built up enough to have a good selection of places to eat and hang out. Unfortunately, none of us were all that familiar with the city, and it took a little bit of searching to find somewhere we could agree to eat. Mexican food this far north was a questionable endeavor, but we figured we’d live and die as a team starting from the moment we walked in through those doors. It had to be better than the taco chain we’d passed by on our way at the very least, judging by the ‘authentic’ sombreros and bright colored streamers on the way in.

As we sat down and got our menus, the four of us were squeezed into a table made for much smaller creatures, with elbows grinding against elbows and knees banging into knees as we struggled for space. I was all for team closeness, but after a few uncomfortable moments, and a strange look from our waitress, we finally asked to get moved to a larger family table. With some room to stretch our unnaturally large hockey-playing bodies out, we relayed what we wanted to the small lizard taking our order. She almost ran out of paper trying to write it all down as most of us had quite the appetite, but with a few furious scribbles she managed to make due. As she headed off back to the kitchen, I leaned back in my chair, and with a soft sigh I began to say, “So, anyone have any interesting stories from their college days? Any team bets? Challenges? Humiliating or exciting events that went on in the locker or hotel rooms?”

I tried to keep my big mouth from saying anything more as I let the crew decide who’d answer first. After a few mumbles between them, Ralph the badger opened up his mouth to say, “I mean, nothing super crazy, other than a few pranks and stuff like that. Pouring some snow down our goalie’s pants while he was stretching. Greasing up the insides of some gloves so sticks went flying on slapshots. Swapping out dull skate blades on someone’s skates. Oh, we poured some pudding into someone’s skates once, since he was late to practice for the hundredth time. The look on his face when he slammed his foot in and it all squished out the top was priceless!”

“Those are all well and good,” I continued after chuckling along with the others, “but I’m talking about something other than juvenile humor like that. Ever do any dares, or make someone do something like… I dunno… suck a dick if he doesn’t score or something?”

The small group went more or less silent as some of them continued to look towards me, while others stared down at the table or at the colorful walls to avoid my gaze. Nevertheless, each one slowly gave a shake to their head, although I was quick to spot Alexov trying hard to look away. With a smirk on my face, I focused in on him and shouted, “Come on Alexov, what are you hiding? You look pretty guilty over there!”

“No no,” he echoed back just as loud. The timberwolf gave a heavy twitch to his ears and tail as everyone’s eyes darted toward him. It was almost as if he was trying to slide underneath the table to escape our gazes, but the big beast of a wolf certainly wouldn’t have fit. I, on the other hand, had squeezed under even smaller tables before. It was all about how you contorted yourself to get the best angle. “I hide nothing,” the wolf continued to say after a few moments. “We don’t… do thing like that in Russia. I heard it was American prison thing.”

That got a chuckle out of all of us before I said, “Well, I guess they do worse in prison, but I meant it as something more playful, not as something forceful. It’ll give everyone a little extra incentive to push just a little bit harder. The guy getting the blowjob usually earned it by making some kind of big play, and for that he needs a reward, right? It gives everyone something to look forward to and work towards.”

“Usually we just passed them a little extra weed to smoke on the way back,” Anthony squeaked out, leaving his own wolf ears and tail matching Alexov’s in their nervous jitters.

“Or we bought them dinner the next night out,” Ralph added, getting a few nods from the others.

I waited a moment to see if anyone would admit to anything, but after a bit of silence I let out a quick sigh and said, “Oh come on! You’ve got to make things a little more exciting than that! We need every edge we can get if we’re to push for the cup this year!”

There was a bit more silence as I feared I was scaring them away, and I was just about to pull back and let it drop before Alexov chimed in and asked, “Did you… suck dick when people score goal?”

I tried to hold back most of my smirk as I gave a gentle nod to my head, feeling my ears bouncing in time with each motion. “At times yeah. We rabbits have a reputation to uphold after all, so once word got out, it became a regular thing to celebrate with after the games. I can’t say I minded doing it honestly. I’d go so far as to say I enjoyed it.”

“Just suck, or…?” Alexov continued, with each one of the players now staring at me in curiosity.

“I mean…” I began, feeling just a small twinge of hesitation in opening up like this. It was really quick to pass though as I took a deep breath and blurted out, “it depended on the day, the game, what went on, who was interested, all that stuff. If we had a bad game, no one got anything. If we’d done something amazing, then I wouldn’t get to sleep until three or four in the morning. It was pretty common to see me sleeping on the bus back home.”

“Well,” Anthony said after a moment of silence, “It’s the 2020’s after all. If that worked for you and your team, then that’s cool.”

A small series of chuckles shot out around the table, as did the nods coming from the others in agreement. I waited for any other questions or curious pokes and prods, but with nothing coming my way I let my ears and shoulders slump a bit. I wasn’t quite done yet though. With one last big breath, I let my body bounce back with hope I was quick to ask, “So, anyone interested in giving it a shot? I’m telling you, it’s great motivation. Just give me a chance and I’ll show you!”

Alexov was quick to shake his head as he blurted out, “No thank,” quickly followed by Anthony’s echo.

Ralph took a little longer to shake his head, but with a small grunt he said, “Nah, not my thing really. Besides, I’ve got a girlfriend.”

“I won’t tell her,” I shot back almost instantly, which got a few more chuckles from the table.

“Nah, I’m good, but thanks,” he finally said after a moment to think it over, leaving me slumping back down into my chair once again. I tried to think what else I could say to convince them, but as a slightly uneasy silence fell over us all, Ralph was quick to break it as he spotted our food making its way out, causing everyone to brush it off and get their utensils ready instead of awkwardly trying not to make eye contact. I was quite disappointed that I had to leave the conversation at that, but my mood was soon lifted by the rather decent burrito that began sliding between my lips – and that unfortunately wasn’t a metaphor. In fact, we all kind of forgot about what we’d discussed as we stuffed our faces, letting out a few burps as our ravenous hunger was sedated for the moment.

I did my best to act as if nothing had happened as we all said our goodbyes and made our way home for the night, but once I was alone, I definitely dragged my large feet and let my ears hang low. I had thought for sure that some guys just out of college would’ve been easy to convince, but it seemed that I’d have to work a bit harder to get what I wanted. I held onto the distant hope that someone would contact me in private, or come up to me while we were alone and express more interest. Maybe they were just a bit shy about saying something in public. But, for that I would have to wait. In the meantime, as I shuffled my way back towards my apartment, I pulled up the local hookup app on my phone to try and quench my immediate need.

The bull I eventually hooked up with was decent enough to get the job done. He was no teammate, although I did certainly pretend that he was, not that there were many bulls playing hockey. Still, imaging myself with a puck wedged between my buck teeth as his heavy and hard hips were slapping up against my rear certainly got me going. The firm tug to my ears to help pull my head back was always a nice touch as well, adding a good sting and strain to the rush of deep pleasure. I was just starting to really get into the fantasy, dreaming up what the winning goal had looked like in order to get this special round after the game, but within a moment of that thought popping into my head, the bull came with a few bestial grunts. After a breather, and after another quick round had exhausted him, he left for the night, leaving me free to relax and slide my way off to sleep. Still, in my dreams, I saw him with a Blue Squid jersey on, sliding me out across a frozen lake on my back, only to dive in between my raised legs as a small bit of snow started to fall around us. It was a more romantic dream than I usually had, but then again the bull was the first lay I’d had in a few weeks. I couldn’t help but feel attracted to such a big and decently sexy guy, even if I did make him cum pretty quick.

The next day I hit the rink with a few less nerves than I had my first day, and I tried to focus a little more on practice than I had before. Sex or not, hockey was all about squad chemistry. We needed to think as one player and work together towards that goal, so all during practice and the scrimmages I did my best to learn how my new teammates thought, and what they might do in certain situations.

That gave me a little window into their mindset as well, and I hoped that it’d lead me into a better way to approach them with my ideas. Still, as we hit the showers, and I did a little gazing and showing off, it seemed like none of them took much notice. That didn’t stop me from getting a little up close and personal with a few of them the next day, especially when we did some board drills. Having some guys pressing up against me from either direction, as our sticks tried to knock the puck free, left me a few moments to slide in a quick quip like, “You sure that’s your hockey stick poking me?” and “Normally I get taken out to dinner first before this much grinding.” They got a few small chuckles, but once again nothing really came from it. I took yet another chance in the showers to show off the goods and scope out the other goods, hoping that would stoke some flames in someone. I even made sure to bend over a copious amount of times, certainly leaving little to the imagination, but I could never catch anyone taking a good look at what I had to offer.

I upped my game a bit in the following week, starting with the young guys and slowly making my way up towards the older ones. I was tired of the lack of response and reaction, so I went in for the blunt kill, skating up beside them when I could get them alone on the ice and giving them the best pick up line I could think of.

“Hey, I saw you staring in the locker room. You want to get a closer look back at my place later?”

“I noticed you were watching my stickhandling. Want to see what else I can do with my paws?”

“I’m sure those big thighs of yours aren’t just good for skating.”

Each time I was met with more disinterest, ranging from a simple dismissive chuckle to a few rather strong glares that told me never to speak to them again. After getting yet another uninterested glare from a defensive line buck, I let out a heavy sigh and skated over towards the boards. I leaned back and braced my body up against them with a slump as I felt my hopes for some team chemistry slipping away. It was there that I heard a soft chuckle behind me, and with a slow spin I let my eyes focus on the much older, black-furred goat smiling at me from behind the glass. His curled horns looked weathered and even chipped in places, much like the rest of him. He was still standing without assistance, but he was hunched over and moved only in slow jerking motions as his body struggled to maintain his balance. His long beard was an ancient shade of light gray, hanging down towards the middle of his chest, standing out against his dark fur and clothing. His golden eyes were piercing whenever they were open, staring right at me as his long chuckles continued, shooting a soft shiver down my back the longer I stared at the evil looking creature.

I replied to his continued chuckles with a confused tilt to my head, not quite sure what to do about his presence. I’d been told that the practice rink was off limits to most others while we were here, so he had to be part of the coaching staff. Or, was he someone that just happened to walk in? I was pretty sure I hadn’t seen him before, and just as I was about to open up my mouth to ask, he managed to say something first.

“Not having any luck out there, are you?” he said with an aged, wobbly voice, sounding just as sturdy as he looked.

That left me a little more speechless now as the words I was going to say got locked in my throat, not expecting to hear something like that from the much older goat. I stumbled for my words, trying to force something out, as his chuckling picked up once again at my reaction. But, after a moment to gather my thoughts, I suddenly blurted out, “Who are you? Are you even supposed to be here?”

“Relax,” he continued with one last hint of a chuckle. “I’m an old friend of the organization. I was once in your skates many years ago. Many, MANY years ago to be precise. Ah, times were different back then. I was considered an all-around athlete in my prime, and I spent three years trying my luck in hockey. Never made it very far, but I learned a few important things along the way.”

I was still more confused than anything, but while the goat took a little pause in his words, I was quick to say, “Well, that’s great and everything, but this is supposed to be a closed practice rink.”

“Spunky one, aren’t ya?” he shot back, brushing off my words with a wave of his hand. “You remind me more of him all the time. Hell, a spitting image if I did say so myself.”

I cocked my head to the side again, letting my short ears twitch underneath my helmet as I asked, “Who?”

“Oh, an old friend that used to play on the team,” he began with a deep breath, letting his eyes shoot skyward as if trying really hard to think back that many years. “You won’t find his name in many record books, but I tell ya, everyone knew his name at the time! Good ol’ Kenny Kumquats – the friendliest hare you’d ever meet... if you catch my drift.”

“Did… you just make that up?” I added with a soft chuckle under my breath, leaning in a little closer to the glass to make sure I heard him correctly. “Kumquats?”

“You laugh,” he said as he extended his finger to point at me. “We all laughed, but he was destined to have such a name. He was the most randy hare I’d ever seen, and I’ve been around a long time. It didn’t matter who you were or what you liked, Kenny would try to come onto ya, and he was real convincing too! It was a different time back in the 70’s, but Kenny didn’t care what you thought. So long as you went to bed with him, you could call him whatever name you wished, both in private and in public. Hell, he had most of the team after him in only a year, with most of them swearing he was better than their wives or girlfriends at everything you could imagine. He had a hunger, and he had a fever that I haven’t seen before or since, and you’re the spitting image of that young boy.”

“Oh really?” I smirked back as I tried to hold in a full grown laugh. “Well then, any tips or tricks that might help me land a few guys myself? Surely the great Kenny Kumquats had many secrets. And, if you knew him THAT well, you had to have picked up on a few. The team seems a little… hesitant nowadays.”

The old goat just smiled and nodded, stroking his long beard for a moment as he thought back yet again. “Yes, he sure did have his secrets. I knew him just as well as everyone else on the team did. He always had a way of getting to us, although once word began to circulate, he didn’t need to really say much himself. We all came after him instead. A couple of horny young boys out on a long road trip… it was either hookers or Kenny, and we all often chose Kenny. If you want to be like Kumquats, then you need to relax and take it slow. He wasn’t drowning in guys overnight. Start with a few easy guys complaining about how they haven’t gotten off in a while, and find a nice closet or changing stall to… well… blow them in. That’s how he got me. Once word gets around, and if you’re anywhere near as good as Kenny was, the rest of the team will follow.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the goat’s small story, but I did bow my head in a thankful nod as I said “Well, thanks for the advice, um…”

“Mr. BJ Bleatbowitz at your service,” he shot back with a soft bow, leaving me worried that the old goat was going to fall over from the sudden motion.

“I’ll give that a shot,” I added with one final nod, before hearing one of the coaches snap at me to get back to the lineup. I gave the goat one last look before I turned around and started to skate back, catching the eye of the coach. Once I was back in the line and waiting for my turn to run the drill, I turned my head to look back over towards the goat, trying to motion my muzzle so the coach could see who I’d been talking to, but the old goat was already gone. He’d either completely disappeared, or perhaps just blended into the dark background behind him. I blinked a few times, mystified that such an old geezer could move so quick, but with a shake to my head I gave up on explaining.

I kept my muzzle quiet for the rest of practice, although I still couldn’t help but show myself off in the shower once again with barely a glance falling towards me. However, I didn’t let it get me down this time. The goat was right – I hadn’t hooked up with all my high school and college teammates in one week either. It started with a few, and only by the end of my senior year was it most of the team. I’d just been so excited to hop into an official team that I let my emotions get the better of me, and I was so used to things being the norm after all those years that I had just expected it would always be that way. I needed to relax, and I had to stop acting so needy. I’d no doubt scared a few people off already, but with a soft huff as I walked out of that locker room, I was ready to start working on my new strategy.

Luckily for me I had other things to focus on. Our first game was in two days, and the practices had been ramping up. That left me with little time to really hunt around the team, and barely enough energy to go a round with the bull after practices. I did manage to get him to wear one of my jerseys though, which really helped calm my need for a little team bonding, although he had no idea how to talk dirty in hockey speak. He nearly stopped his thrusts in confusion when I mentioned he was on a Power Play, and that I was the naughty bunny in the penalty box. I made it work, but as I boarded that bus with the rest of the team, there was still one thing I wanted to do before I could truly commit to taking this new slow approach.

I wouldn’t get my chance on the bus as there were too many people that could overhear, but I knew that sometime before or after the game, I had something to get off my chest. I wanted to apologize to the team captain, that mountain lion, for my behavior. It’d be a great way to make up for the complaints he was no doubt hearing from some others, and I just felt like it was something I should do so I could move on. Still, we barely had enough time to get our gear and get suit up before the game was scheduled to begin, so I kept my muzzle shut and figured I could come see him afterwards in the hotel.

It was quite different playing in a professional level game as everything moved half a step faster, and I really had to be on my toes. Still, we managed to pull off a 5-3 victory, and I even got the first assist of my career on a pretty sweet passing play and a tip-in goal. It would’ve been all the more reason to celebrate if I were back on one of my old teams, but for this game we just exchanged some high fives and head pats before showering and making our way back to our hotel rooms for the night.

My roommates were just about as boring as I thought they might be. Alexov instantly got busy watching the highlights from the game on his phone, studying his every move as well as looking forward to the next team we were going to play and studying theirs. Ralph had hopped onto his computer with his headset on, playing some sort of game that made him shout out something every few minutes. Anthony was more than happy to find a dark corner and pop his earbuds in, listening to music, podcasts, or whatever it was that kept him silent. And then there was me, somewhat bored and feeling that eager need in my rear for some attention. It was difficult to keep under control, and I’d struggled many times in the past, but I had to suppress the urge for now as I slid off the bed and made my way to the door.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” I said to all three, with none of them batting an eye at me as I pushed that door open and stepped into the hallway. At least I knew I could get away easily enough if I needed to, which was one perk about having boring roommates. I resisted the urge to pull up that hookup app on my phone for the moment as I pushed my need back one last time. Instead, I headed down the hallway towards the room number I’d memorized right after I heard the coach call it out.

I thought I heard a little commotion inside the room as I walked up to it, but with a deep breath and a quick knock, I heard the sound die down quite a bit. I figured it had to be the TV or something as I waited for the door to open, pretty sure that someone was checking me out through the peephole. Eventually that chain slid off the door and it cracked open, showing off that shirtless mountain lion peeking his head out through the gap.

“Hey Andy,” he said after a small clearing to his throat. “Need something?”

“Yeah,” I replied with a soft breath. “Do you have a second?”

The shirtless lion, who looked pretty good for his seasoned age, nodded and squeezed out through the door. He flicked the doorstop into the frame and let the door softly slam back, holding itself open just a hair as he said, “Yeah, what do you need?”

“Look,” I began as my eyes shot down to the floor and then back up towards the lion’s face, “I just wanted to apologize for how I’ve been treating the team at practice. I know it was inappropriate of me to try and hit on the other team members, especially when they didn’t seem interested. I know you’ve probably been getting a few complaints about it, and I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry, and that it won’t happen anymore. I was just a little nervous and confused with everything going on, and I let a few things slide out that I shouldn’t have. I want to say that I’m committed to the team, and if I made anyone super uncomfortable or did anything to harm our teamwork, then I’ll do what I can to fix it.”

The lion started out a little confused at my apology, but I could see an understanding nod fall over his head as I finished up, leaving him reaching out a paw and placing it on my shoulder for a few comforting pats. “I don’t think you’ve done any damage,” he replied with a chuckle, “but I’m glad to hear that you’re going to tone it down a bit. I was getting worried there for a moment.”

I let my features droop at those words, a little shocked to hear that I’d gone so far to make the captain worried, before perking my ears and cheeks back up as I said, “Well, don’t worry, I promise I’ll have it under control. It’s just… bunnies, ya know?”

“Do I ever,” he continued with another chuckle, before pulling his paw away from my shoulder. “So, was that all? I thought this was something serious,” he continued with that same smiling and comforting face he had on most of the time.

“Nah, that’s it,” I answered with a smile myself. “Thanks for understanding. I thought we played great, and I’m looking forward to the next game. Gonna get myself a goal and not just an assist this time!”

“I like the spirit,” the lion stated with a slow nod. “Now, get some rest and recover. We’re going to need those legs of yours next game.”

“Will do! And thanks!” I said back, before giving the lion a soft wave and spinning around to start walking down the hallway. I heard the door close behind me, and with a satisfied huff I finally reached for my phone, eager to get down to proper business for the night with those words off my chest. I might not have anyone on the team to mess around with, but I never said anything about not looking for other opportunities. I knew I needed it bad right now as well. Not only was I eyeing up the lion’s bare chest and groin, but I swear that I caught the scent of horny male and manly musk all over him, or at least my mind believed it to be there anyway. I shook that thought out of my head for now, and with a few clicks I had that app open, looking for anyone that was hosting close to the hotel. I’d find a way to celebrate my first win and assist one way or another, and tonight wasn’t a night to be extra picky!

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The lion let out a soft sigh to himself as he closed and locked the door once more, feeling that strong wave of body heat and musk wash over him as he stepped back into the hot and humid air permeating the room. There was a window open to vent some of it out, at least as open as they could get in hotels nowadays, but that was little help with a dozen bodies in one room, especially as a few were busy burning even more calories than usual.

“Who was that?” a defensive line wolverine shouted over the newly increasing noise as Allister made his way back into the room, leaving the lion glancing over towards him instead of that pile of bodies over at one of the beds.

“Oh, that was the new rabbit,” the mountain lion said back with a smirk. “You know, the one that’s been trying to be the team slut?”

“Trying to take my spot?” came a gargled call from over on that bed after a loud wet pop could be heard ringing off the walls. The mass of large and nearly naked bodies parted just enough to show a buck laying on his back, with his head and antlers teetering off the edge of the bed, and the rest of his frame jutting out from underneath the tangle of legs, tails, and cocks all around him. Both of his paws were full as he reached off towards the sides of the bed, stroking both a tapered snow leopard and a girthy polar bear with regular and well-practiced strokes. There was a tall moose kneeling on the room’s ottoman not far away from the buck’s muzzle, with his shimmering spit-shined cock throbbing at the edge of pure need. He gave off a frustrated grunt at the sudden lack of sensation so that the buck could say a few words, but the moose soon got busy making him pay for it with a few firm smacks of his lengthy cock against those soft cheeks. Luckily, the eagle on the other end had no such interruption. His hands were still wrapped around the hockey stick being used as a makeshift spreader bar, tied around the buck’s knees and thighs with a few strands of skate lacing. He continuously slapped his balls and hips against that well used rump, with some old and long-deposited cum leaking back down the buck’s small tail, leaving a damp puddle in the center of the bed.

Those were the only words that the buck was able to get out before the moose lined up that long cock of his and shoved it nearly all the way back down his throat. The buck gave out a small gargle at that first hard shove, but soon he was taking every inch right down to the base, with a skill even Andy could be proud of if he was there to see it. He didn’t miss a beat with the other three situated around him either, keeping those strokes and squeezes up as he kept everyone moaning and rocking.

“That’s the one, “Allister eventually replied with a smirk, watching the scene and feeling a small stirring in his own groin again. He’d already gone two rounds, but it had been a long off season. After a victory in their first game back, it seemed even harder to pass up a third round as the morale was pretty high. “Cute guy though. He loves showing off in the shower, and damn if I wasn’t close on slapping his ass once or twice. But, don’t worry Duke – you’re not going anywhere. There’s no way he can be as good as you. Besides, he’s a rookie. We don’t let rookies into fuck club. That’s rule number one.”

There were a few growls and small shouts of agreement around the members of the room, regardless of whether they were busy with the buck, waiting for their turn next, or already spent and simply browsing something on their phone. With that sudden interruption of the knock out of the way, the moans and groans of those three males, as well as the one or two that were casually stroking their cock and waiting for their turn, started to pick up once again. Thrusts rocked the buck from side to side, back to front, as his toned frame bounced along with all the power and need coming from all the others around him. He was good at his job though, and he let each cock slide through him with just enough resistance, knowing what each player needed to get off at this point. He knew just from the feel of things that the eagle was getting close, and with just the right set of squeezes, the deer soon sent him over the edge. A few gasping squawks and caws later, with a heavy shiver and grasp to that hockey stick, yet another load ended up in the defensive buck’s rear. Most had lost count by this point, but the buck knew that he was still in single digits, leaving plenty of room for more.

“Alright, another one down,” Allister called out as the eagle slowly pulled back and grabbed a towel, wiping himself off and letting the drooling buck’s rear hang open for just a moment. The bear was quick to slip free of his paw and take that open spot, climbing up onto the bed with a regretful squeak from the springs in the mattress, and sending that thick cock deep into the buck’s guts with a little grunt from the unsuspecting, but clearly eager buck. “Who scored a goal that hasn’t had a turn yet? Anyone?” the mountain lion shouted back, only to get a few slow shakes of some heads. “Anyone else want a paw?” he asked, before feeling his own cock start to stiffen up in his workout shorts at the sight before him. With no one else chiming in, the feline stepped forwards and dropped his pants, sending his half hard cock into that slick paw for its expert caress once again. It was going to be a hat trick of a night for the old feline, but damn did he ever need it. “What would we ever do without you Duke?” he managed to moan out as that paw began to stroke him just right, causing even that sore and spent shaft of his to rise up to full mast again with only a few focused rubs.

“You’d have to settle for a bunny,” he managed to squeeze out as he popped off the moose’s cock once again, only to have the moose grab his antlers with another strong grunt and shove himself back down that throat. He made sure it was the last time the buck could slide off his cock, drilling his face rather hard until the moose was finally done with him, leaving his seed coating deep down that throat and all the way towards his lips.

With a few more cumshots and loads in his rear, the buck took care of any stragglers that still wanted a turn. With the last wolf popping his knot from that mess of a pucker, the buck and lion both gave him a happy wave out, leaving the buck a mess in the center of a cum and sweat stained bed. Only then did the mountain lion help to untie the stick from between the buck’s legs and let him stumble off to the shower, leaving Allister a moment to think in the empty room all by himself.

The smell of manly sex was still swirling around him, although he’d gone mostly nose blind to it all as he sat on the edge of his clean bed to relax for a moment. “A rabbit huh?” he said out under his breath as the sound of water raining down on the buck muted his words. “Might be an interesting change of pace, especially with an ass like he’s got. I might have to give him a trial run sometime soon, rookie or not.”