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The coach blew his whistle across the field at the end of the session, the bear motioning them into a circle formation. “Alright! Alright, good practice,” he spoke while they gathered around him, the large and old ursine looking around at his assembled team.

“Good practice, we’re getting back into the swing of things fast, that's good.” The coach turned to look them all in the eye, sharing a moment with each. “Now, I know we had some… bad luck last season. Bad luck we brought on ourselves,” he spoke in disgust. “But that was then, and this is now. And I'm here to tell you that as good as we did last year, we’ve got a much more talented team now. And the only way… the only way we don't take the grand championship this year is if we fail ourselves. If we mess up, and shoot ourselves in the rump. This team is going all the way!”

He paused, watching the lads bounce and jump around. The team looked tighter than it had last season. “Alright, now hit the showers!”

…..

Burke trotted alongside Norman and Carl, leaving the warm afternoon sports field and heading down the short, sporty hallway toward the locker rooms. ““Well, that was a new speech,” the wolf noted with a smile.

“He had to address that shitshow from last season somehow,” Carl said.

“And he had to sound like he was glad it happened, because that gave him the team he has now. You know, the team that only loses if we make it happen. It still sounds like he's feeling burned.” Norman's deadpan delivery pulled a grin from Burke.

“Yeah, but he is right about one thing. The team is shaping up to be good,” Burke agreed while they strolled into the jocks' steaming locker room, and entered a war zone: two of the lads had Palmer the donkey trapped in a corner.

“It’s not my fault… who turns down the offer of pussy!?” the grinning donkey shouted back, blood trickling out of his long slotted nostril and over his lips and square teeth.

“Fair!” Tyrone shouted. “But couldn’t you at least have ruined some other doe you fag!” Insults flew toward the vulnerable donkey while the pair didn't relent.

“Hey… Hey, HEY!” Burke rushed in to stop Ty and Gene from attacking their teammate any further, with Carl and Norman helping him separate the two sides, something which proved difficult regarding his panther buddy Ty.

“What the hell is this all about?!” Burke and Ty stood chest to chest, the shorter panther looking pissed off but also confused about what to do.

Palmer had blown up enough relationships over the years that nobody looked surprised. The only surprise was that it hadn't happened in a while.

“He fucked my ex-girlfriend!” Ty’s sharp teeth were on full display while he tried to look past the hulking wolf and at Palmer. “That’s what this shit is about,” he added in a whisper.

“Okay,” Burke sighed and turned to the other aggressor: Gene, the team's fast, sleek deer runner. The panther had spent months talking about the deer’s younger sister. By now, nobody could have missed it.

“He caused family drama by having my sis break up with Ty… Thought he deserved it a little,” Gene meekly added. “Sorry, Palmer, no hard feelings.”

“Another day, fellas, no freaking drama fighting during the first week!” Burke’s statement wasn’t just meant for Ty, but the whole team. Summer stories, old grudges, new hookups. The drama was only getting started.

The jocks went each their way, Ty escorted deeper into the locker room by Burke and Carl.

Left behind were Norman, Palmer, and Gene, the latter leaning closer to the donkey for a brief moment. “Gotta thank you actually. Sis hooked up with a more gentleman-like stag stud after she broke up with Ty… Thanks for getting him out of my family’s house.” And with that, Gene left to undress somewhere away from Ty.

Palmer snorted blood while he walked over to pick up a fresh towel and hold it against his wide nose. “Sorry folks," he spoke to the room in general, while flopping down on a bench. “I thought he wouldn’t care… and she wanted to give it a try,” he explained dryly, laying the towel aside; his blood was thick and syrupy, so he never bled long.

“I didn't figure she'd take it. Most of those thin girls take one look and say 'Hell no!'” the round bellied donkey chuckled, standing there in just his sweat-stained jockstrap.

“That thing is going to get you killed one day,” Burke warned with a growl while watching Palmer strip off his yellowing jock. Those organs flopped out and dangled under Palmer's belly, swaying as the jack grabbed his square bar of dollar store soap. Most guys used body wash and shampoo, but the equine used the harsh and cheap bar for everything.

“Damn, Burke, she still gotcha in this thing?” Palmer snorted, reaching out to grip the wolf's cage. “I can't believe you're still wearing that thing. I know I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to stand it!” the hefty jack stated, reaching up to touch the necklace with the key. “Even if I could take it off at any time.”

“Oh, I think you could handle it,” the captain stated dismissively, as he smacked the donkey's hand away from his necklace before taking it off and putting it in his locker. “And Bene's not making me wear it. I agreed to do it, and I keep my word. Simple as that.”

Burke playfully shoved the hefty donkey toward the shower room, which was already filling up with a thick cloud of hot steam. “And I can't take it off… someone else has to do that. It was part of the agreement I made with her.”

Palmer waddled into the showers ahead of him, those hefty low hangers swaying beneath him. Palmer’s hooves clip-clopped on the tiles as he moved to the equine section. All the equines, cervines, and bovines clumped together, while the preds spread out over the rest of the line. The one goat on the team just took whatever shower he wanted, talking and joking with whoever was beside him.

The easy confidence radiated off the furs on either side of him as they showed off their bodies. He hadn’t felt that kind of freedom in a while. Palmer stood out as always. Ignoring him was impossible. A few others weren’t shy either.

He glanced down and immediately looked away. His tip pressed against the cage. “Snap out of it!” Burke quietly hissed, the water masking his outburst. He took a bottle of shampoo, and took a few deep breaths before covering his paw with the white stuff.

The lads were laughing and joking around, with the team clown Rimmy making some sly comments. The punchline barely landed before Horton was chasing the nimble fox, who ducked and weaved between bodies, laughing the whole time while the grey wolf growled.

“This knot will see just how stretchy a fox’s asshole is!”

Rimmy was an elusive little guy, but he was running out of room, and sooner or later, Horton would catch him. “Or maybe I'll just settle for you licking it!” Horton sounded just deranged enough that nobody was entirely sure he was joking.

“As much as you lick it?” Rimmy started to protest with a sneer, pressing his luck.

Horton grew red with fury and embarrassment because he had been caught licking himself by one of the assistant coaches. And speaking of, just at that moment, the bulky figure of the team's head coach loomed in the room to the shower room.

“NO HORSEPLAY!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs. They all froze for a second, even Rimmy who was ducking behind Burke.

“Sorry, Coach,” Burke answered, the others relaxing when he took a step forward.

“Don't you mean donkey play?” Gene joked over his shoulder.

The situation came to an abrupt halt, however, as the bear grabbed hold of the grey wolf’s neck like a sire would their cub, before pulling him away from the fox.

“I said no horseplay, you nut!” The comment came low and angry: the shower line now silent.

“Get a hold of yourself, Mr. Horton, and that also goes for the rest of you!” He walked down the line of showering furs like an officer would their soldiers. “I said that the only thing that’ll cost us that championship is ourselves. That includes you idiots losing control in here.”

Burke turned around to face the bear. “We’re jocks, Coach. Can’t blame us for joking around when we’re so filled with youthful energy, Sir!”

The bear's gaze traveled down Burke's body, eyes lingering on the cage. One corner of his mouth twitched upward.."Fair point, Mr. Burke. But last time I checked, that's what the cheer team is for!” He pointed towards the wall where behind the girls’ showers were. “Focus your energy on them if you need an outlet!”

Murmurs filled the row, some accepting the offer from the coach and thus calming down. Meanwhile, some went even wilder at the mental image of the cheer girls in their uniforms, the former fortunately the more prominent reaction.

“I'm working on it, Coach,” Palmer joked, making the other boys groan.

“Play it safe, Palmer.” The old-school health teacher within the ursine popped out for a moment, before tossing the wiggling grey wolf back down.

“The last thing we need is you making a girl or girls pregnant. Bad for them, bad for you, but most importantly, bad for your team!” The way he said that last part made it sound like the worst sin a jock could commit… was harming his ball team.

“Keeping it wrapped. Yes, Sir,” Palmer spoke, flashing Norman a grin. The bull’s dad owned a pharmacy in town where they got all their condoms. Norman's dad ordered the XXL stuff just for his son and Palmer, and was proud of the fact Norman was such a stud.

“Could try keeping it to yourself as well.” One of the other lads growled darkly, the donkey glancing around with a gloating grin.

“Now where would the fun be in that? Besides, I give it out freely to anyone who asks.” He turned back and rinsed his mane for a moment under the warm water. “Just ask Rimmy's… stretchy little fox-hole,” he joked, making the others erupt into laughter, the fox next to Burke’s towering body sharing his shower head.

“I just wish you weren't such a pencil dick!” Rimmy called back, making the laughter grow. Even the Coach was laughing as he waddled away to his office.

The storm had barely settled before casual chatting resumed. Some jocks talked about the strategies on the field while removing grass and dirt from their fur, and others chatted on and on about the cheer girls and this year’s lineup because three new girls had joined the ranks: two black house cats named Nina and Genni, along with a tiger named Alberte.

Ty was chatting about the tiger specifically. “I’m telling you, man, that slim girl is bound to be the tightest feline ever!” He sprayed shampoo into his midnight fur, the contrast a nice indicator to see where he hadn’t cleaned himself.

“Give me a week, and I’ll be all over her!” he boasted. Same bragging. Same ego. Same Ty.

“Eager to get back in the game after you lost your last girl?” Horton the timber wolf spoke.

“Gotta work fast then, or else Palmer will snatch her too,” Rimmy added.

Ty started walking towards the smaller pred, but was blocked by Burke stepping in front of the fox and in between them. “Can’t blame him for noting your poor game ,buddy. You have a growing reputation for losing it.”

Ty wanted to hit him, but knew better than to try and hit the larger predator. It was humiliating to be pushed down by a wolf in a chastity cage of all things, his feline pride taking a hit from backing down. “Oh yeah!" Ty started. “Well, FYI, I bedded a pair of sheep twins!”

“Bullshit!” was Horton's reaction, as all the lads wanted to bed two girls at once but had never managed to actually pull it off.

“Dude, that's kinda… ick.” Rimmy winced in disgust at the idea of two sisters having a sexual encounter, a number of the other guys being disgusted as well.

“Mel, is that true?” Burke questioned, turning to Ty's younger brother, the friendly and well-mannered feline nodding his head slowly, backing up his brother.

“I still don't believe it,” Gene snarled, his smirk widening as Palmer drifted into view. “Sounds more like something Palmer would get up to.”

“Hey! I'm not that big of a sicko!” The portly donkey snorted, standing there covered in frothy soap bubbles, his pride jutting out like always, shaming some of the new lads while making others snicker and smirk as they had gotten used to it.

“Oho yeah we can see that.” Laughter uproariously spread as Norman grabbed that long hose, using it as a handle to drag Palmer under the shower spray.

“So, you did twins? Both at the same time… like in a threesome?” Horton almost stammered in shock and admiration, Das avis, Gene and the other lads moved in to listen as Ty told the tale of his supposed grand conquest.

“Oh, I didn’t just do them, Horton, I swayed them like they’d never been swayed before!” The group crowded closer as Ty started from the beginning, Burke having to remind the lot not to waste the water or else Coach would put them all five feet under.

“It all started out with a classic move. I asked them out to dance as I met them at a club.” In a show of, show don’t tell, he struck a dancing pose. “Such a lovely pair! I spotted them on the dance floor, and knew I had to hit them up.”

“Just like that, going for it with no prep time?” Davis raised an eyebrow. Nobody in the room bought Ty as a dancer.

“Yep, and with a little bit of classic black cat flirting, the pair were glancing at one another, knowing full well where the evening was going.” Tyrone started telling them about how they had teamed up, the group moving from the showers and to the lockers.

“I’m telling you furs, nobody can resist the black fur, and a big black cat like myself doesn't even need it. I’m just that good looking!” He flexed his muscles and struck a pose.

His teammates were rolling their eyes because this was classic Tyrone; the panther was always so full of himself. Mel was smiling and looking apologetic because he was forced to listen to this story for the hundredth time. All about these cute little ewes who needed a big feline to take care of them, and how Ty had given it to them over and over.

The next morning, Ty had slunk back exhausted, tail dragging behind him. He wasn’t about to challenge his brother’s version of the story... but he'd barely been able to sit.

“Yeah, those girls are gonna get round, I bet.” Ty smirked. “Can you imagine? Some sheep families got some panthers in it now!”

“I don't have to imagine…” Davis snorted, as one of his cousins was raising Ty's baby. They weren't that close; however, he knew she was having a rough time and Ty wasn't even talking to her anymore. Davis thought the bastard was in need of being spayed.

Across the room, Rimmy was teasing Palmer, the fox soon running around with the donkey in only a towel chasing after. Burke rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to yell at them, when Rimmy raced out of the locker room in only his underwear with Palmer chasing.

“Alright, that's enough of that!” the sound of the coach bellowed out, his voice echoing in the massive gym and all the way into the steamy locker room. “Now get dressed!”

Rimmy and Palmer came slinking back into the locker room, smirks on their lips while they playfully shoved each other. The fox returned the donkey’s underwear, even while promising that next time it was going up the flagpole.

Rolling his eyes, Burke took his shirt on while he studied the fox with an almost guardian-like look. Rimmy still had to settle in and make friends, hopefully without getting himself made the butt of all jokes.

“So, how’s it feel to be on the main team?” Burke asked his shorter comrade.

“Oh… Um,” he scratched his hair a little and started getting dressed himself. “Can’t say it’s too bad. Sure, it’s a much rougher atmosphere than what I’m used to… but Palmer and you make me feel at home.” He smiled up at the midnight furred canine, his sharp teeth showing.

Rimmy laughed right alongside the others. “Good, wouldn’t want you to burn out before we’ve gotten through the training season.” The canine tilted his head towards a nearby calendar, the thing showing the, so far, planned games for the team.

“Wow, are we not given more time before our first game?”

Confusion flickered across Burke's face, followed by mild disappointment. Then his expression softened. Every rookie looked like this before their first game.

“It’ll be fine, you’re surrounded by the best team this school has seen in a decade!” He shouted that last part so all could hear it, a row of cheers and fist pumps emanating throughout the now less nude changing room.

“And the coach has a great game plan… tailored for each team we'll be playing,” Davis pointed out, pointing out the massive playbook they had all been given.

“But it's our job to execute,” Carl explained with a faint smile. He'd already memorized the entire playbook. Carl flashed Rimmy a confident smile. “We all got to do our best.”

“Just try your best and play your hardest,” Palmer added, as if it were all just common sense. Burke shook his head, the donkey treated everything and everyone lighthearted.

“Don't listen to him, Rimmy, he's got more dick than brains,” Horton pointed out with a scowl at the donkey who flashed him a silly grin, groping his underwear bulge. “See what I mean!”

“Palmer… come on,” Norman sighed, taking a hold of that thick donkey skull and pulling the jack’s attention back to getting dressed.

“I’ll help you out whenever you need, just ask,” Burke whispered to the red fox, clapping the vulpine on the shoulder while said fox took on the last of his clothes. Sweat and musk still clung to his fur. He sprayed on some cologne anyway, despite Bene's complaints.

“Hey Burke,” Carl shouted, the antelope approaching with Norman the bull close behind. “Are you up for a library session later?” he asked, head peeking out above his comrades.

‘Damn, he is tall…’ the little fox thought as he got fully dressed himself.

“Sorry boys, got a date with my girl.” Their eye-rolls earned a grin, the wolf proud in having quite possibly the best relationship amongst all of his teammates.

Norman clapped his friend on the back in defeat. “Can’t get in the way of love now can we,” he teased, giving his homie a supportive wink as he walked off with the antelope. “Just don’t go and get depressed when we score better on the midterm test!” he shouted over his shoulder, the sound of their hooves clip clopping on the floor growing distant.

“Wow, you’ve got one hell of a relationship,” Rimmy whispered, throwing his sports backpack over his shoulder before looking up at the towering team captain.

“And I couldn’t be happier,” he spoke proudly, fingers fiddling with the key. His cage tightened and his heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t wait for tonight's party.

Getting the last of his clothing on, the key was securely put under his shirt. ‘Wouldn’t want to risk losing the only key to his cage, now would we.’

He checked his phone. A message from the bank about paying a bill and a notification from his dad about enjoying college life were the most interesting, with the rest just simple pictures or fun videos he’d been sent by the boys.

As the locker room emptied out and Burke found himself alone with just his phone to keep him company, the wolf suddenly smirked as a naughty idea hit him. Sliding his shorts and underwear down he used his phone to take a quick pic of his caged organs as it leaked a little from training and all the adrenaline that was still pumping.

Sharp lighting. Nice angle. Good enough. He added Bene as the receiver, but added a quick little something before sending it. 'Caged pup on his way back home.'

“LIGHTS ON! There better be someone in here or else heads will be rolling next time I get my paws on them!” The coach shouted, the sound of hooves against the floor heard rapidly approaching. The shout made him jump, phone flying out of his grip before he knew it. He fumbled with the catch, only just managed to save it from hitting the tiles. The sms had already been sent.

“What’s the matter with you, Burke, normally you’re one of the first to be out of here!”

“I know, coach, just… got distracted by a message from Bene!” Sweat from practice had nothing on this. If Coach had seen that picture, Burke was dead.

“It’d make sense if it was Palmer, he’s likely in one of the other rooms getting the rust from summer break cleaned off him, but you…?” He shook his old head, pointing a claw towards the door while shooing the young canine out.

…..

Soon he strolled down the hallway behind the gym bleachers, heading towards the door that led outside to where his bike was located. Distracted, he barely avoided colliding with Britney and Claire, the cheerleaders standing right in his way and in front of the swing door.

“That bitch thinks she is sooooo special,” Britney fumed as Claire nodded her agreement, before spotting Burke, her eyes widening in panic.

“Well she might have his balls in a vice... but that's all she controls around here...” Britney went on as Claire gestured and tried to get her attention, wanting to cut off the rant about Benedikte. “I could take him if I wanted easily enough... I... oh, hi Burke.” Britney blushed and turned a smile on the wolf as they nearly collided.

“Hey, Brit.” Benedikte. Of course they’d been talking about her. “Claire...”

He didn't need to make the pair mad at him because that would be a distraction he and the team didn't need, especially this early in the season. A side corridor opened to his left, but Brenda was just so dragging Palmer toward an equipment closet down it, the equine looking at his phone in amusement.

“Have a nice evening.” Burke shoved past them, barely getting to walk out the door and away from their invading gaze, the sound of the door hiding the sound of his phone chirping. He scanned for cameras. The last thing he needed was a student spotting Bene's reply.

Palmer's smirking snout filled the screen above the words: "Caged pup, LOL!"

He almost choked. Bene wasn't the only recipient. Palmer's name sat right beneath hers. Explain it? Pretend it was a joke? Palmer had seen everything in the showers anyway…

“Better get home. Can’t wait to tell her that Britney still keeps a grudge,” Burke chuckled.

The wolf walked to where his bike was locked, his stride stopped when he heard his phone chirp. Please be Bene. Burke pulled out of his phone to take a quick look and froze. "What the..." he choked. The picture filled his screen.

Palmer had a dazed looking Brenda bent over in the equipment closet, sliding that long pink hose of his into her exposed sex. She wasn’t taking more than half, but with that thickness she looked thoroughly overwhelmed.

The wolf let out a long exhale, grunting while he felt himself struggling to grow stiff within the confines of his cage. "Fucking hell, I can't wait to get this thing off!" he mumbled under his breath as he unlocked his bike lock, yanking the bike out of the rack and looking at the picture one last time, before pocketing his phone and hopping onto the bike, starting off on his ride back to his house.

To Be Continued…

A SPECIAL THANKS TO OUR DRAGON MEMBER:

GRAHAM NOLEN