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Jamshid Gabol had enough.

Over and over again, he had gotten noise complaints about Room 311.

Today was the final straw.

He had nothing against bulls. There were ten students in McMillian Dormitory that were bulls. But none of them were as noisy as Binh Ton Phu or Orvar Stenstrom. Finals were coming up and when he got a text from the RA on the second floor that ‘they were at it again’, he had enough.

Jamshid got up from his desk which was stacked high with law-related text books, grabbed his trusty clipboard, tightened the tie around his neck and made to leave. Jamshid marched down the hall until he reached Room 311 and knocked fiercely.

“One moment, please!” came Binh’s gravelly voice.

“Now, Binh,” Jamshid said tersely.

There was a scramble and there was a loud thud on the other side of the door. Jamshid wondered if Binh was fucking Orvar again or if it was the other way around. The two would always say they were just playing some asinine game based on loot boxes but everyone knew the bull couple were fucking. Jamshid had caught them once or twice. What students did in the privacy of their own dorms was on them but when it disturbed others, that was when he got annoyed.

Binh opened the door a second later and, much to Jamshid’s surprise, he didn’t see Orvar past the big, brown bull. Not that it would be hard to hide the blonde bull.

“I’ve got another noise complaint, Binh,” Jamshid said tersely.

Binh raised his huge hands. “I swear! Orvar isn’t even here!” He stepped aside. “Come inside. Look.”

Jamshid too the invitation and, true to Binh’s words, Orvar was not there. Hiding a towering bovine in the small dormitory room would have been impossible. Binh was also fully dressed - admittedly in just a a tank top and a pair of shorts but still dressed.

“Then what is all the noise about?” he asked.

“I’m just here playing Labyrinth of Loot,” answered Binh, gesturing at his laptop. On screen was a dazzlingly beautiful game and Binh’s digital avatar. “I know I get a little excited but I’m not making a lot of noise. I swear!”

Jamshid frowned. Admittedly, he hadn’t heard the noise himself. The RA from the floor down just raised the complaint. Perhaps the guy was mistaken and the noise was coming from one of the other bulls in the building?

“Maybe turn down the volume of your game?” he suggested.

“It doesn’t even make a lot of noise,” protested Binh. He moved to lift the laptop off where it was sitting on the bed. He turned it to face Jamshid and pressed a button.

Da-da-ding!

A cylindrical loot box spun and sprayed colorful lights right into Jamshid’s eyes. For the first time since he became a resident assistance, Jamshid’s grip on his clipboard loosened. The music tone and spinning lights on screen were utterly mesmerizing.

“See?” Binh said, momentarily snapping him out of his stupor. “Barely a sound.”

“Do it again,” Jamshid demanded. Realizing how abrasive that sounded, he coughed. “Just to make sure.”

Binh turned the device back towards himself. “I’ve got to farm some materials first but… sure.”

The bull had to sit down on his bed so that he could focus on playing the game. As the seconds ticked by, Jamshid edged closer to him until he was peering over his shoulder, watching the magnificent graphics and easy gameplay with a mix of fascination, curiosity and arousal. He was mildly aware of his own erection in his pinstriped slacks but the visuals captivated most of his senses.

Da-da-ding!

Binh opened another loot box and Jamshid physically shuddered. The tie around his neck felt tighter and the collared shirt around his body felt more constructive. He pulled at his collar, feeling cool air rush against his chocolate skin.

“Is that enough proof?” Binh asked.

“One more time,” Jamshid ordered. “Just to be sure.”

“Okay but each box takes longer and longer to build so…”

“I’ve got time.”

A knowing smirk crossed Binh’s features as he began farming for the next loot box. Jamshid set down his clipboard as he sat next to Binh, asking questions about the game and even providing advice here and there on where to go. With each second that passed, Jamshid’s clothing grew tighter and tighter. The cool, air-conditioned air brushed against his ankles as the hems of his slacks retreated up his legs. The buttons across his shirt visibly strained with each breath. Whenever he pointed at the screen, his sleeves would retreat further and further way from his wrists.

“You’re taking too long,” Jamshid said impatiently. “Let me.”

He took Binh’s laptop and immediately began playing. The minute his hands touched the keyboard, his erection grew even more aggressive. This only spurred him further and within a minute…

Da-da-ding!

Jamshid let out a gasp, the dark, thick beard around his features visibly shuddered and thickened. With that strangled breath, little diamonds appeared down his shirt as his broadening torso pulled the buttons to their limits, revealing the white undershirt beneath.

“Okay… Okay,” he panted, sweat dripping down his brow. Jamshid’s eyes were turned towards the ceiling. “I think… I think you’re clear. I’ll have a talk with the RA on the second floor.”

“Thanks,” Binh said, catching the law student’s attention. Jamshid choked a little. The bull was on all fours in front of him, ass towards the RA with tail lifted into the air. “But why don’t you play a little more? I did most of the work to get that loot box, you know.”

Jamshid tugged at his collar. A little tear appeared on his shirt against his bicep but it went unnoticed. His eyes were fixated on the bright, pink pucker in front of him. “Wh - Wh - what…?”

“I think I know why the RA was complaining. Keep playing. I’ll show you.”

“Oh…” mumbled Jamshid, his eyes drifting back towards the screen. “…Okay.”

He was unable to stop himself. He kept playing. Anticipation built and was immediately released when that resounding d_a-da-ding_ rang in his ears. With each loot box opened, Jamshid felt hotter and hotter like he was a lump of coal being compressed and hardened under the heat and pressure of the earth, transforming into a diamond.

All the while, Binh remained in front of him, ass presented to him and tail swishing.

Da-da-ding!

“Damnit, Binh!” he snarled, black horns sprouting from his temples. “How the fuck am I supposed to focus on the game if you’re waving your ass at me!?”

“Maybe you should do something about it?” Binh teased.

Rrrrrip!

Jamshid’s cock erupted from his slacks, dripping with precum angrily. “You know what?” He announced, getting up from Binh’s bed. “I will!” He placed the borrowed laptop onto Bing’s broad and mountainous back. “Now hold still!”

Without further warning, he slammed his dick into Binh’s waiting and needy ass. The bull beneath him moaned with the intrusion. But Jamshid didn’t care nor was he even that focused on the ecstatic pleasure erupting from his own member.

All he wanted to do was play the game.

To get lost in the Labyrinth of Loot.

Keystrokes and musical chimes were rewarded with thrusts and gyrations form his hips. This was all accompanied by the moans of Binh beneath him. The bull somehow remained flat and stable despite each thrust becoming more and more powerful. Even without any way to hold Binh down, Jamshid’s member found entrance into the hole over and over again like he had done this many times before.

Because he had. Of course he had. It would be shameful that he had gone through college and not had sex.

But sex with a guy?

Da-da-ding!

“Uuuuurf!” he grunted. The hole in his pinstriped slacks that his cock had made grew even bigger, splitting apart like a sinkhole opening right beneath an asphalt road. Big, heavy balls were finally able to breathe, covered completely in sleek, black fur. As he swung his hips back, a further tearing noise erupted from the seat of his pants. A chiseled, bubble butt exploded from the pressed and cleaned garment while a long, tail covered in deep, chocolate-brown fur sprang from the base of his spine. With another thrust, his heavy balls slapped lightly against Binh’s and reaffirmed that sex with other guys was natural to him.

He was gay after all.

A big, gay, Indian foreign student who also happened to be a bull.

Da-da-ding!

Shards and fragments of his pants flew off his legs, revealing the deep, chocolate brown fur that covered his thick, powerful legs. The black dress shoes he wore snapped off his hoofed feet, allowing him better purchase on the carpeted floor.

Height was added to his frame with each increasingly desperate thrust. This caused Binh to start lifting his ass further and further into the air as Jamshid’s increasing height began to pull him up. Long suffering buttons finally snapped free, shooting off like bullets. His collared shirt unfurled right down the middle, revealing his tight, white undershirt that was clinging onto his firm, athletic frame. That undershirt didn’t last much longer as his pectorals erupted outwards and split the garment in two. This was just in time for the last bits of his skin to be consumed by the fur that had spread all over his body.

Jamshid shrugged his massive shoulders. That was all it took for the last bits of clothing on him to fall away from his body as a titanic bull took the place of the strict, no-nonsense and skinny Resident Assistant.

With one last ‘Da-da-ding’, Jamshid fired his load straight into Binh, steam visibly exploding from his body. He threw his head back and let out a bellowing ‘moo’ as he spilled his man milk into one of the residents of Room 311 over and over again. Likewise, Binh beneath him came, their cum mixing into the carpet as some of Jamshid’s own cum spilled out of the bull’s ass.

They held the position for the minutes it took before their balls were emptied and the last bits of the man that Jamshid had been left this new bull. Gone was the man obsessed with law to the point that he let it permeate every part of his life, even enforcing it stringently to those around him. Instead, there was a strong, determined bull who was aiming to become a lawyer and spent his spare time playing videogames and socializing with his fellow students to the point that he even slept with some of them. They all helped him put things into perspective. The law, after all, was an ever-evolving societal construct. Bulls worked with humans to built that construct and their differences help craft a stunning civilization.

Jamshid panted, control seeping back into his body as the very familiar high of orgasm ebbed and the ensuing drowsiness of afterglow started creeping in. He plucked the laptop from Binh’s back and set it down on the bed which remained untouched by their cum. He then pulled his dick out of Binh, slapping the big bull’s back enthusiastically.

“And that is how you beat that boss of the marshes and get the rare drop,” he said, grinning broadly. Binh collapsed onto the lake of cum beneath him before rolling onto his back, draping an arm over his face and grinning at the bull above him.

Jamshid held out his hand towards his fellow bull and Binh happily took it. He stood slightly taller than Binh but certainly not taller than Ovar. He was also slimmer than Binh. His build came naturally and though he visited the gym, he was more focused on cardio and maintaining a good weight. Muscle mass wasn’t as important to him as some other bulls but his strong build came naturally.

“Thanks, man,” Binh laughed softly. “I appreciate it. We got to party up again soon.”

Jamshid winked and turned towards the door, cock still partially erect. “Sure. I’ve got finals up soon so got to study but when Orvar is back from the party, let’s totally do it.”

With those words, Jamshid stepped out of Room 311 a changed man and strutted back to his room. A few other bulls hooted and complimented him as he strode past them. Everyone on the third floor of McMillian Dormitory loved their RA. He was an easy going guy who defended them with the power of the law.

As he sat back down on his desk, his laptop open and with the display showing off his meticulous notes about his class, he was tempted to open up Labyrinth of Loot and play. He was interrupted, however, when his phone buzzed.

It was the RA from the second floor.

‘Dude. They are seriously at it again. Can you do something about this?’

A thought occurred to him. Perhaps his colleague downstairs just did not understand the needs of the average bull. Every bull needed to be milked. It was a matter of relief and release. If the RA one floor down had something to distract him from the noise… say… a captivating videogame, he wouldn’t even notice the noise a few bulls breeding would make.

A new kind of excitement rippled through his body as his cock rose up again to attention. Jamshid got up from his seat, still fully naked, grabbed his laptop and headed down one floor.

Across the campus, Harrison Black was sitting in the corner at yet another Bluefin frat party. The ridiculously named team was celebrating. Apparently, the quarterback - Marcellus Leon - had caught the eye of a professional team. The last game impressed the scout they sent and Marcellus was being invited to try out once he graduated. Call it a publicity stunt or just a pity pick but it put this little college in the middle of nowhere on the map.

For Harrison, he didn’t really care much.

As a computer science major and an exchange student from Australia, he had little interest in American football. But free booze and a chance to celebrate was not something he would pass up. He was usually a sociably guy but the 6’1, blond-haired exchange student with an athletic build had never felt so out of place.

He hadn’t realized just how many bovines attended Valemoore College.

About half of the football team were made out of strong, intimidating bulls. None of them wore shirts and even a few had foregone their pants, strutting around in jockstraps that had to be custom-made for their enormous packages. If it wasn’t the team, a vast majority of the guests were also of the bovine variety.

Marcia Lopez was strutting around, allowing her enormous milkers to just hang out without a bra while a bright green g-string that stood in contrast to her caramel-colored fur was her only form of modesty. Not too far away, Syrina Close and her ebony fur was being stroked by the golden fingers of Roxanne Vahn, their muzzles hovering close to one another. Normally, the sight of the lesbian couple on campus just an inch away from making out with one another would excite Harrison but as his vision was obscured by yet another bull striding by with a hand firmly gripping the butt of a fellow bull, it occurred to him how many of these literal party animals were gay.

He was not one to judge people on their sexuality - Harrison considered himself bisexual. Still, he found it odd that none of the big bulls were even making an effort to flirt with their female counterparts. Some humans would try and charm a bovine here and there. Some already drunk young men were tried to make some innuendo about the cows and their milk. Girls were feeling up the taut muscles of the bulls. But the bovines never showed any interest in their non-bovine counterparts.

Or even their fellow bovine students of the opposite gender.

Were the bovines just… homosexual?

“Harrison! Buddy!”

He jumped at the familiar, bright tone of Orvar Stenstrom a fellow exchange student. The only difference was that Orvar was one of the many bulls that attended the party but wasn’t part of the football team. It would not be possible to tell on first sight, however. The blond-furred Orvar was one of the tallest men in the school and his strong, taut muscles rippled with raw power. Like the other bulls, he was completely shirtless and only wore a pair of very revealing briefs.

Orvar crouched beside Harrison, draping an arm over the Australian’s shoulder. Harrison had to bend his head forward a little because the sheer size of the bull’s biceps would not fit between his neck and the wall.

“What are you doing here all by yourself?” Orvar asked cheerfully. “Get up! Join the party! Not every day a bull from Valemoore gets picked up by a professional team!”

Harrison offered a lopsided smile. “I wouldn’t know, mate. Not a big football fan.” He scooted a little away from Orvar, rubbing the base of his neck where the bull’s fur had tingled his skin. “Just heard that basically everyone on campus was coming here so I thought I’d check it out.” With a grimace, he added, “Guess it’s not really my scene.”

“Oh yeah? What is your scene then?”

He shrugged absently. “I dunno. Maybe doing some coding with some buddies or watching cricket.”

Orvar tilted his head a little to the side. “How about playing a videogame? I got one we can play together if you’re interested. Cheap too.”

Harrison rolled his eyes. He knew Orvar from his computer science class. The artist had apparently taken it as a gateway to understanding some of the coding elements needed for the more complicated 3D modeling programs. More often than not, he was helping the big bull understand the basics of coding. Though that was a semester or two ago, the fact that they lived in the same dormitory meant that they crossed paths every now and then.

They weren’t close.

Definitely not close enough to play a game together.

But Harrison was feeling a little lonely this night and since Orvar was a senior and Harrison was a sophomore, he knew that this could very well be the last time he would interact with the bull.

So he shrugged and said, “Sure. What game is it?”

Orvar grinned and, with one hand, grabbed the back of Harrison’s shirt and yanked him to his feet. The Australian programmer was not light but compared to the bull, he might as well have been a kitten being pulled up by the scruff.

“It’s called Labyrinth of Loot. Let’s go back to the dorm. I can grab my laptop and we can play together.”

Glad for the idea of being away from the crowded frat house, Harrison agreed. They made good time across campus and within ten minutes, they arrived at McMillian Dormitory. Since Harrison lived on the second floor, they had to part ways briefly while Orvar grabbed his laptop. Harrison gave him his dorm number and entered his room. His two roommates - both programmers as well - were out so he had the larger-than-average room to himself.

There was a bunk bed on one side and a single on the other with their desks in between. Harrison sat his assigned desk and activated his desktop. As a programmer, he would have been mocked by the rest of his classmates if he had opted to take one of the collage’s standard laptops. Bringing his own rig from Australia and making sure he had all the power converters to ensure it ran properly had been a pain but, sure enough, his large tower and dual monitors made it safely. It had served him well these past two years.

Finding Labyrinth of Loot was not that difficult. Fusion wasn’t actively advertising it but since he knew the name of the game, it was not difficult to find. He paid the fifteen dollars to purchase the game and the moment he hit ‘download’, he heard a knock on the door. Orvar was back, grinning from ear to ear clutching his own laptop.

“Did you download it yet?” asked the bull excitedly.

Harrison laughed and told Orvar that he had just begun. It would take a few minutes on the campus’ shared and incredibly slow wifi before the game would be ready. As if to contradict him, the bright chime of Fusion completing the download drew him back to his rig. He turned in surprise to find that the game was already ready.

“Must be because everyone is at the party,” he mused to himself. Heading back to his desktop, he asked Orvar what kind of game they were playing while starting up the program. The big bull knelt down on the desk next to him since the chair his roommate used would likely snap in two against the bull’s weight.

It was not long before, like so many others before him, Harrison was enraptured by the trademarked ‘Da-da-ding’ of the game before him. The second the first loot box was opened, his bright, blue eyes dulled and his sharp, angular jaw became a little slack. Orvar joined his game a moment later and with the help of the much more experienced player, he was gathering materials to make more and more loot boxes in rapid succession. He was quickly assaulted by those musical notes and over again. There was no time for him to question what was happening or even doubt the simplistic premise or basic gameplay before him because he was being bombarded by the transformative effects of the game.

Even before he had reached level 3, his cock was pressing up against his jeans. The first tearing sound came from the knees of his jeans but it all went unnoticed as he kept obsessively playing. Only when his increasingly widening mass knocked against the underside of his table did he mildly register some disruption to his gaming. Even then, all he did was swivel his gaming chair away from underneath his desk so that he could spread his expanding legs wider.

Heat and sweat emanated from him, soaking his dark, green shirt and jeans. Discomfort rose as his garments grew tighter and tighter against his inflating frame. Corded muscles bulged against his arms, veins bulging with every click of his mouse and tap from his fingers. His toes curled and relaxed over and over again, each repetition bringing them closer and closer to the limit of the thick, worker’s boots that he constant wore.

It was when he felt a big bull’s fingers grip his belt buckle and undo his pants did he finally tear his gaze from the screen. Orvar was now kneeling in front of him, licking a hungry muzzle. The moment Orvar pulled down those constraining jeans, Harrison’s impressive nine-inch member came flying out, dripping with excitement and rejoicing at it’s freedom with a shot of precum.

“Dude!” Harrison barked.

Da-da-ding!

His cock lurched half an inch towards Orvar’s waiting muzzle.

“How the fuck are you going to help me get to level 4 while sucking me off!?” Harrison demanded.

Orvar grinned at him. “Trust me. I’ve gotten Binh off and leveled up many times before.”

Then, without further fanfare, Orvar wrapped his lips around Harrison’s erect cock, cementing the deal. Harrison moaned, a soft ‘moo’ echoing under his voice. He turned back towards his screen even as a faint pain erupted from his temples at the emerging horns springing from his temples.

Despite Orvar going to town on his cock, the other bull was still expertly playing Labyrinth of Loot almost like he knew the strokes and keys without looking. More and more loot boxes were farmed and opened as a result.

Harrison’s legs erupted from his jeans covered in silky, blond fur. Hoofed feet burst from his boots. He lifted his lengthening limbs up and wrapped them around Orvar’s shoulders, pulling the bull against his huge, thick, golden balls while giving himself more leverage to hump and face-fuck the bull. A massive, chiseled chest split his shirt right down the middle, revealing the fur-covered torso that quickly inflated past the limits of his gaming char. The arm rests creaked and groaned before snapping clean off due to his sheer size.

Da-da-ding!

Harrison Black threw his head back and let out a tremendous cry of ecstasy. Every fiber of his being erupted outwards, a literal wall of muscle exploding from the athletic human he had been and becoming a titanic mass of blond, horned muscle. The transformation expelled a burst of steam from his newly transformed body, some of the steam condensing into sweat that clung to his golden-blond fur. At the same time, a flood of his semen poured straight into Orvar’s throat. The bull suckling on his dick choked a moment as the burst of mass forced the already sizable cock further down his throat. The Swedish bovine made the mistake of gagging and pulling back as the blast of cum forced him back. Hot, bull seed splattered all over his face, forcing him to recoil. It took a second for Orvar to recover but by then, the second wave was upon him. His vision was obscured by sticky, white semen. It was all he could do to keep his mouth open and just try to catch as much of the delicious, salty brew as he could.

Wave after wave of seed poured out of Harrison. It was a good feeling. One that he shared often with his fellow bulls. Nothing got him off like being sucked by another bull. The girls just couldn’t take how much he produced. Prime, Australian Angus Beef, he liked to call himself. But he was more than just his physique. Being a software engineer, he had both brains and brawn. Balancing the two was essential. It was how he would be able to get a good career, maintain social connections and live a long happy life while playing his favorite new game.

Labyrinth of Loot.

Harrison’s eyelids fluttered as the last of his cum left his big, blond balls. Returning to his senses, he looked down at the cum-covered Orvar and let out a little chuckle. Leaning down, he removed his hands from his keyboard for the first time. His long, flexible tongue snaked out from between his lips and he ran it over Orvar’s muzzle before worming it between the other bull’s lips. Orvar leaned into the kiss affectionately.

Harrison pulled away, whispering softly, “Hopefully Binh doesn’t mind I have you to myself tonight.”

Orvar smirked. “He’s getting fucked by Jamshid for being too loud. We’ll get him next time.”

He returned the smirk. “Labyrinth does have three-player co-op. ‘Bout time we three played together.”

By the following morning, over half the population of Valemoore College was sucked into Labyrinth of Loot. It was all anyone on campus could talk about. One by one, curious students were finding themselves caving into peer pressure and downloading the game. Staff who initially could not understand what the obsession was about were being encouraged and coaxed into joining the students. Whether out of their own curiosity, a pining for their own college days or any other reason, they too downloaded the game.

Strangely enough, those infected by the game only excelled in all aspects. Social, physical, mental and even financial health spontaneously improved. With scores and general wellbeing improving, the average and environment rapidly changed. Valemoore College became less and less of a backwater school that struggled to obtain funding by half-baked schemes. Overnight, it became a modestly prestigious school with some level of expectations.

It was because of this that Rhys Parker, the starting wide receiver of the Bluefins, suddenly found himself doing something he would never do otherwise - going to practice early. For so long, he had coasted on the fact that he was the best - and only - wide receiver on the team. His backup receiver was nowhere near as good as he was… or at least that was what he thought. Then, the bull actually started trying and suddenly, the lean African-American athlete who often flouted his homosexuality in front of everyone because he knew that they couldn’t do anything about it feared that he was outstaying his welcome.

So, he had to start trying.

Rhys, standing at his compact 5’8’’, marched into Coach Boris Burke’s office ahead of everyone else on the team. He was as surprised as anyone when he headed into the locker room fully expecting to be the first one there so that he could get changed and then start barking orders at the rest of the team as they came in. But when he saw the lights on in Burke’s office, he knew it was the perfect time for some one-on-one time.

“Coach,” he announced, letting himself into the small office. The place smelled like a damp, cum-covered jockstrap and he would know. But that was to be expected. Coach Burke was perched behind his big desk, eyes fixated on the computer screen in front of him and tapping away furiously while sweat was dripping down his brow. The gray-haired man, middle-aged man jumped in his seat and the table in front of him jostled as a result, likely having hit his knees on the underside of the table.

“Rhys!” exclaimed Burke, his brown eyes wide in surprise. “What are you doing here so early?”

“Just wanted to get some warm ups in,” he answered. “But since you’re here, can I come in? I wanted to talk.”

Burke’s eyes drifted back to his screen and he began tapping away at the keyboard. “Can it wait until after practice?”

He considered coming back but knew that if he didn’t do this now, he would lose any chance of defending his position on the team. “It’ll just take a minute, Coach. And it’s actually about practice.”

Burke grimaced a little and then waved him to come in impatiently. For a brief moment, Coach Burke’s eyes drifted downwards then snapped to Rhys and then back to his screen. “What’s on your mind?” asked the football coach as Rhys shut the door behind him.

“Well Coach,” Rhys breathed, taking a deep breath and approaching the Coach’s desk. “I guess I’ve just been feeling a little… I dunno… irrelevant.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I don’t want to sound racist or nothin’ but all the bulls on the team kind of make me feel… inadequate. Small and -”

Da-da-ding!

That noise immediately sent a spark through Rhys’ veins. He had heard it many times before. Though he had ignored it many times before, he had not yet bent to peer pressure and downloaded that stupid videogame that everyone on campus was playing.

He wasn’t one to follow trends, after all.

He set trends.

“… ignored,” he finished with a little bit of disappointment. He shook his head and turned to leave. “You know what? I’ll come back later.”

Coach Burke suddenly sprang to his feet. “Rhys, wait!”

And that’s when he saw it.

The Coach’s huge, fat cock fully exposed, dripping with precum and coated with saliva. Rhys’ eyes widened in shock as the puzzle pieces clicked in his head.

“Oh… Coach,” he cooed with a little smirk. “Who you got under there?”

When the curly hairs of Marcellus Leon, the quarterback of the team and the big star going to the pros popped out from under the table, Rhys’ heart skipped a beat. Marcellus shot him a wink as the big bull emerged from under the table. The huge, hairy bull was completely naked, his cock fully erect.

“You want to know what your problem is, Rhys?” rumbled Marcellus. The enormous quarterback positioned himself over Coach Burke’s table, leaning back down towards the Coach’s cock while pointing his ass directly at Rhys. “You try so hard to march to your own tune. Not saying that’s a bad thing but you keep playing it off like everyone else is trying to stop you from being you and that you should get a medal for being unique. Well…”

The quarterback grabbed Burke’s cock which seemed longer and bigger than the a few seconds ago. It was long enough that it could sit comfortably across Marcellus’ muzzle and the bull could even stick out his long, flexible tongue to the side to lick the lip.

Rhys found his own cock twitching in his pants.

Amongst this stimulation, he was mildly aware that Coach Burke had gone back to clicking on his screen.

“… no one is stopping you from being loud and proud, dude,” Marcellus continued, lifting his muzzle, his lips hovering just inches away from the tip of the Coach’s cock. “But maybe you shouldn’t be so quick to shit on what everyone else is doing? There must be a good reason why everyone likes what they like. Why not give it a try?”

And just to add another cherry on top, Marcellus reached back with one hand and pulled as his big, bubble butt, showing off that pink pucker of his.

Da-da-ding!

A bolt of electricity shot through Rhys and he found himself grinning. He was striding forward, dropping his pants and angling his erect, eight-inch member straight for the bull’s hole. Any doubt or confusion he felt was immediately banished when he his cock slid into Marcellus’ warm hole. A sense of familiarity pumped through him like he had done this so many times before.

Because of course he had. As the two star players of the team, he and Marcellus had grown close. They weren’t an item but they fucked. A lot. Hell, it was one of their favorite things to do to relax and unwind after an extremely difficult game or a tough day juggling their studies, practice and social network.

They weren’t an item.

No one could bind the bucking bull that was Rhys Parker.

Yeah, he was a bit of a slut in that way but he liked to try everything and getting a taste of every bull and every guy on campus was just one of the many ways he used his social skills to expand his influence. He might not make it into the professional teams like Marcellus but he never wanted that. The connections he made here, though, that would bring him a lot of success in the future.

A lot of success meant a lot more time playing Labyrinth of Loot.

Minutes later, the rest of the Bluefin Football team entered the locker rooms. It was ironic that they retained the Bluefin name when each and every member of the team was a strapping bovine. The young men laughed, joked and slapped each other’s asses as they stripped and got ready for practice.

The door to Coach Burke’s office opened. A small cloud of musky steam emerged giving Rhys Parker the perfect opportunity to make a dramatic entrance. The big, chocolate-furred bull stormed out, his cock still erect and dripping with cum as he stormed up towards the lockers, hands on his hips.

“Alright you bunch of fat cows!” he bellowed, a bright grin across his muzzle. “At attention!” He waved at his erect member with an exaggerated flourish. “Just like this!”

The other members of the team laughed. Marcellus placed a hand on Rhys’ shoulder, coming up next to his vice-captain while his ass was still dripping with the darker-furred bull’s cum.

“What Rhys is trying to say,” rumbled Marcellus, “is that just because we got the eye of one scout, doesn’t mean we’ve got to stop! We can’t get lazy! Let’s take it home, boys!”

The team roared in approval.

Coach Burke emerged from his office and firmly gripped both Marcellus and Rhys’ asses, one firm bun in each of his enormous hands. The painted bull’s firm glistened with sweat and his eyes glimmered with pride.

“Let’s how them the Bluefin spirit!” Burke roared. “Bluefins!”

“Bluefins!” echoed the team.

He gave Marcellus and Rhys’ ass a firm slap, ushering his captain and vice-captain into the crowd. It would take ten minutes for ten entire team to head out into the field. Enough time to squeeze out loot box or two.

But Burke shook off the temptation.

There was a time and place for everything. The call of the Labyrinth of Loot was tempting but that would have to wait. He had a job to do. As the first ever all-bull collegiate team, he had the eyes of the entire nation on him.

He tightened the bright blue and green cap with the word ‘Coach’ emblazoned on the front, making sure it was settled between his horns.

“On the field doing laps in ten!” he roared. “Two worst players today are taking drills in the Labyrinth with me tonight!”

A dark edge entered his grin.

“Emphasis on ‘drills’!”