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The wolf looked at his star full forward with a mixed expression. Someone unfamiliar with them might have called it angry, but the stallion knew different. He was used to the bulky older wolf by now, and knew his moods. It was an equine talent.

Right now, though he knew he was the source of the wolf's mood, he couldn't help dissecting it as if from a distance. Tail swishing wildy, ears swivelling, nose twitching and big blue eyes rolling, he recognised all the signs. He had seen this when they played Carling last season and the opposition coach had a zone defence working that they couldn't pick a way through and their coach kept swearing and looked just like this.

It was the look of someone totally lost and aware they had no clue what was going on and were running out of time to do something about it.

For Brad this was not good news. The Friesian stallion swallowed and dropped his eyes. He had an idea that this conversation was coming, and really had no idea how to handle it.

"So Brad..."

The equine put his hand up to stop the words and looked at his coach again. Those eyes...so blue.

"Coach, I know I'm not doing great..." bad idea. The coach didn't like half measures or weasel words at the best of times.

"Great? Great?! I would settle for ordinary...I would settle for half ass right now. I would even settle for poor. Great? You have been shithouse the last three weeks Brad. Shithouse. My full forward has been missing goals from the goal square, kicking into the mark, missing simple handballs and now to top it off, getting sent off for fighting. What the fuck is going on Brad?"

"Coach, I'm sorry, I'll get better..."

The wolf gave a snarl, just brief, but the stallion got the message. His muzzle clamped shut.

"We need to do something drastic hoss. Drastic."

The equine shuffled his hooves and gave his best wide eyed sincere look. Grey eyes sparkled with golden coltlike determination and his muzzle set in a half frown.

"Coach, I know. That's why I'm here isn't it? Some extra coaching before the game?"

The wolf nodded, his eyes still clouded, and he looked at the youngster keenly.

"Oh, we will get to that. But first you have to tell me what's going on Brad. Really, what gives? I thought everything was super with you at home, and you and that mare were so in love it was almost sickening watching the two of you. So what happened?"

Stallion eyes widened and the frown turned down a fraction at the corners. The wolf held his breath, seeing the signs himself. This didn't look good.

"Coach, things are great, honest..."

"Well then what the fuck?"

"It's just...well, Mary and me, we are going to get married."

The wolf was all smiles now, and let out a laugh followed by a howl of celebration. He clapped the tall equine on the back and fisted his shoulder.

"Hot damn hoss. So happy for you! But what's the problem...?"

Brad dropped the happy face finally, and he looked a bit stricken. The wolf's smile turned to a question, and his ears drooped in anticipation of some calamity.

"She...she's a good Catholic. And we are attending classes with her local priest. He is going to take the wedding mass and all..."

"Yeah, with you so far, but...?"

"And, she is going to confession. She wants me to go too, but I'm not into that shit, but she insists I'm at least being good. And that means...*sigh*...no sex."

The wolf blinked, his tongue slightly protruding. This was not good from what he knew of his star player. The horse was had been a player in more ways than one in his junior team days, and before he met the serious minded mare, he had a reputation as the team stud. To go from warp speed to nothing was kind of daunting. Still...

"Well, at least you can jack off and fuck your hand until the wedding day."

A rueful shake of the head and the wolf suddenly got the full horror of the problem. He slapped a paw over his muzzle, but not before he let out a throaty cry of 'no'.

The stallion screwed up his eyes and sighed

"Yeah, no jacking off either. I tried once in the bathroom and she knew somehow...she knocked on the door and screamed at me, told me I was fucking everything up. No masturbation, God will know. When the priest marries us, we must both be pure. End of story. I can't even rub one out."

Both males looked stricken then. It didn't bear contemplating.

The wolf suddenly began to sniff; he had wondered what the scent had been, it had been coming from the stallion for the last three weeks. Sweet, with sweat and cum and real deep musky flavours...

He gasped.

"Fucking hell pony. So that's what has had you so useless on the field these last weeks. Your brain is bathing in hormones and you cant relieve the tension. You've got a nasty case of MSB, and its turned you into a fucking liability!"

Brad looked lost now, his big grey eyes pleading for help, anything at all. His little cute muzzle formed a question, and his eyes begged.

"Um...MSB coach?"

"Massive Sperm Buildup. Your poor fucking overactive horsey balls are loaded with spunk and its fucking with your brain. You probably cant think straight can you pony."

The stallion had to agree, with a slight whimper. He definitely couldn't think straight. All he could think of was the feel of his cock sinking into the perfect warm wet depths of his fiancee's hot snatch and the deep gush of release when he filled her with his cum. All the fucking time.

A long hissing sigh echoed round the changing room. The wolf shook his head in sudden understanding, and his muzzle cracked into a grin. He was still grinning like a demon when he gripped the little chin tuft the young stallion had been cultivating and pulled his head up to stare into those lost grey eyes.

"Well then stud. I think we have a solution."

Now the stallion was lost.

"Uh...what?"

"Well Brad, as your coach, I can't let you take the field with a condition that might cause you severe injury. I have to look after my players."

The stallion blinked rapidly. This was not making sense; or to be more clear, it was making sense, but he wasn't sure he heard right.

"Um...coach...what do you mean..."

"Well, when you have a tense hamstring, or a quad, or a thigh, what do I do hoss?"

"You...give us a massage and work out the...ohhhhhhh."

The stallion got it now. He was fascinated, and a little appalled. It hadn't gone unnoticed that his coach had no interest in women, though he had never actually seen him with another guy. Still, if he could relieve the ache in his poor balls...

"So, are you ready stud?"

Brad wasn't quite ready to take the plunge yet though.

"Ahhh coach...what about the priest and all..."

"Well, you won't have had sex. Its not sex stud, not really, just a mate helping out a mate? Good footy practice, preventing injury. And you haven't jacked off either, you can look her in the eye and tell her you never touched your cock at all..."

The stallion whimpered, just imagining the thought of a good, hard ball draining cum right now. It felt so good...

"Come on stud. I need my best player back, and you need to lose your nut. No harm, no foul Brad."

It was a whisper in his ear, and he found he was nodding. Oh yes, no harm. No harm at all.

"That's the team spirit pony. Girls never understand what it means, but we do don't we hoss?"

"Oh God yes coach."

"Close your eyes pony."

The stallion obeyed. He stood in the dimly lit concrete room full of dust and old sweat and musk and cobwebs, and imagined himself somewhere else. With his mare on her knees, like she had been the night he met her at the end of season party. She had come with a friend and he had hooked onto her almost immediately, showing off his charm as much as his muscles. They had ended up in the toilets, with her sitting down as she pulled his jeans to his ankles and gripped his swollen nuts just as his cock sprang from his sheath and...

"Ohhhhh"

Now in real life, he felt it too. Hands undressing him, pulling down his tracksuit pants, and then his footy shorts, and then his jock. He felt the cool air on his junk, soothing the burn in his scrotum, and then the sudden touch of a fingerpad on the lips of his sheath.

"Yeah just relax pony. Let me do all the work now."

The finger went exploring, and he stood there with every nerve on fire biting his lip to stifle moans and cries he knew he shouldn't be making. Sliding into his sheath, deeper and deeper until the claw touched his flare buried deep inside. He screamed then, just as a paw cupped his scrotum and the big heavy fingers slid under to tickle the base of his sac.

"Ohhhhfuck..."

"Now Brad, in order for this to work, I need to drain your nuts real well. That means no fast shooting off here, I am going to take my time and make sure you cum really really hard...understand?"

"Y...yes coach."

"Good pony. You ever had another guy touch you like this?"

"Ahhh...one of my mates in highschool, we jacked eachother off for a dare..."

The wolf chuckled. He loved it when they were studly but curious.

"Well...think of me as just like your mate. Just bros being bros..."

"Ohhhfuck. Yeah just bros...ohhhhh..."

Brad felt his coach's fingers coaxing his neglected penis, the claws retracted now, fingertips rubbing slow circles on his tip. He swelled, and his cock sprang forth, sliding from his sheath with a slithering sound that sounded so needy. The fingers took it in stride, letting his shaft slide against them as he lengthened to full erection, and all the while the other paw kept up its teasing touch on his scrotum.

"Yeah, good pony. Is this what your mate did?"

"Y...yeah. He didn't touch my nuts though....fuck that feels good."

A chuckle. "Yeah, those sore overfilled balls. Your poor horsey nuts must be fit to burst."

"So much coach..."

"Poor stallion. Let me relieve that hurt."

The stroking became more heated. Tickles on his scrotum became squeezes, became rough twists and hard rubs and he loved it, pushing his groin towards the touch as if craving it. He bucked his muscled hips, flexing and relaxing, pushing his long thick horsecock against the paw cupping his shaft. The fingers slid along his flesh, rubbing under his flare now, and he felt the beginnings of his much needed release. He lifted his tail, ready to flag.

And the touching stopped.

He opened his eyes then, looking lost, almost terrified. The big blue wolf eyes were grinning now in triumph.

"Not yet stud...got to make sure you drain real good, remember?"

"Oh fuck...please..."

The touch returned, but just barely. Like spiders walking over his flesh, barely touching, the fingers explored. He had his eyes open now, expression caught between ecstacy and agony as he watched his coach work on his genitals. One paw now pulled and stroked his scrotum, almost like milking a cow, while the other wrapped round his flare and rubbed his sensitive end in agonising circles. He felt the end coming again, precum spraying all over the wolf's paw but he didn't give a fuck. He needed to nut so bad, so bad...

"ARGHHHHHHHH!"

He found himself thrusting into mid air again, and the wolf's grin became even more heated.

"Please coach...please...please..."

"Going to kick me at least three goals today pony?"

"Fucking hell coach, anything, I'm begging you..."

"Going to keep your mind on the game you stupid horse?"

"Please coach, I promise!"

The paw that had been lovingly wrapped round his now throbbing erection lifted to his chin, one finger rubbing his chintuft. Then his coach rubbed the equines soft flexible lips and Brad found himself tasting a tang, licking the sweet liquid from the wolf's rough callused paw.

"Yeah good pony..."

The wolf gripped his chintuft between finger and thumb, and drew the lost equine down into a rough devouring kiss. He chuckled in his chest as he tonguefucked the young stud, feeling the stallion respond like a startled rabbit before melting into the kiss. All the while he worked those poor horse balls, feeling them boiling on the edge, drawing up and relaxing in frustrated semi completion.

"Think you earned it Brad."

"Wha....oh God!"

The stallion had been admonished enough times by his fiancée about taking the lord's name in vain. But the sight of his buff coach sinking to his knees before his aching erection made him forget. And when the wolf brought his muzzle to within an inch of the flared tip of his cock and blew hot wolf breath all over his erection he screamed the word loudly and often.

Two wolf paws clamped on two mounds of pony ass. The claws sank into muscle, gripping tight and spreading the stallion's cleft, letting cold air play in the up till now intensely private places of the young stud's perineum and anus. Wolf fingers slid between the cheeks, clawtips just barely touching his taint. And then a wolf muzzle opened to admit one twitching stallion flare, the tongue extended to slide down the underside of his shaft, rubbing along the stallion's swollen cumtube as he went down on the distracted stud and gave him the best blowjob of his short life.

Brad suddenly found he had lost the ability to speak, and indeed to make any sound at all. All he could do was stay upright, his ass sore from the rough handling, and thrust his hips forward to bury his length in the hottest wettest muzzle he had ever felt. He thought the wolf would stop him, but he just kept on taking it until his coach's lips nuzzled into his pubes and he saw the nostrils dilate as the wolf huffed hot breaths into his belly and then sucked in a deep lungful of stallion musk from his sheath.

He knew it was coming now, all the pent up force of the last month and the aching ball shattering cum he had been working on since his coach slid a finger into his sheath. Finally...ohhh so good...

The wolf slid back now and his eyes went up, the two stud males locked in a gaze of mutual lust. This was just like a massage, the stallion told himself, nothing really...just relief...ohhh such relief...

He saw the wolf's lips clenched round his shaft just under the flare, and then felt a tongue pressed to his piss slit. The wolf was licking him there, he realised, the sensation way too much for the overstrained stallion. His tail slapped down, hitting a wolf paw, and the wolf took the opportunity presented by the stallion's impending orgasm to slide a finger over his tight pucker and just barely tease open the virgin straight boy lips right as they clenched in the mother of all orgasms.

"ARGHHHHHHH!"

The whinny was part scream of pain, part triumph, part relief. The wolf swallowed the first gush, then almost choked on the second but kept it in. On and on it went, spurt after spurt of pent up stud cream as the stallion's balls drew up tight against his body and emptied their load into a hungry wolf muzzle. After the initial release, Brad felt the pleasure turn almost painful, an tried to pull back, but the clawed paws on his ass held him in place and all he could do was hold onto the wolf's shoulders for balance and beg for mercy.

Eventually the wolf had tasted his fill, and the spasms died to a trickle, and he let the poor horsecock out. Not because he was being kind though; he simply had a taste to see the beautiful thing still hard and wet with his spit. It was still fully erect even now, the flare a little smaller, the piss slit wide open leaking a trail of clear fluid as he rubbed the stallion's perineum with a thumb.

"There...all better stud?"

"Oh yeas coach."

Brad realised the wolf wasn't letting him go yet though. A paw returned to his scrotum, hefting the massive horse balls in his palm, and he jacked the dark leather sheath over the stallion's shaft drawing nickers and squeals from the young stud.

"See, I don't think so Brad. These nuts are still a bit too full. Should have known we couldn't completely cure MSB in one cum after such a long wait. Might need a second helping."

The stallion looked down at a grinning wolf, and felt a sudden shiver go through his body, culminating in his mane shivering. He never felt more like prey than he did now, though he knew it was silly. Still, his coach seemed to be enjoying this way too fucking much...

"Coach, I don't..."

The wolf stood and pressed fingertips to his muzzle. The stallion quietened, watching the blue eyes sparkle in a mix of fear and need.

"Shhhh pony. Don't let it be said I leave you only partly treated. Now...kneel on the bench there."

He looked at where the wolf was looking, a long low wooden bench in front of the lockers. His ears twitched a little, and his cute little muzzle opened to release a little coltish tongue just begging to be kissed.

"Ahhh...coach?"

One rough paw spanked his ass. He yelped.

"Going to disobey now pony?"

He shook his head. After all, Brad was a good stallion. Mostly.

Under the watchful gaze of his coach, Brad took up position on the bench. He was a little confused at first, but the wolf was patient, coaxing him into the right spot, which turned out to be kneeling facing the lockers with his legs nicely spread. The wolf really had a feast on his paws now; a sight of a perfect lost stud, his ass presented for taking, submissively kneeling at the perfect height for his attentions.

He found the pony wasn't entirely beaten yet though.

"Ahh coach...my cock, it's...it's too sensitive..."

He was behind the poor stallion now, and bent to whisper in one soft pony ear.

"Now, who said anything about touching your cock Brad?"

The stallion found wolf fingers on his lips again, and he opened them to kiss and lick as his coach thrust them suddenly inside, fingering his muzzle rough just like his tongue had taken that beautiful muzzle before. With his fingers now well coated in pony spit, the wolf withdrew them, noting the way the stallion had his eyes scrunched tight, his hands pressed to the chipboard gripping the lockers for support, and the way his tail lifted as if inviting what came next.

The wolf liked to tease though, so instead of touching, he licked. He let his muzzle have its way with the stallion neck, then his shoulder, the taste of horse sweat so good he found he had to bite gently, drawing fresh squeals from the equine. He couldn't resist for long though, and he rubbed the underside of the stallion's dock before letting his fingertips play with that soft silken perineum and then press against the delicious ridge of a virgin pony pucker.

"Now...breathe Brad..."

"Yes coach yes coach yes coach AHHHHHHH COACHHHH..."

He sank in to the knuckle with two fingers at once, spreading that little rosebud and stretching it so fine. It clenched in futile attempt to keep him out, then spread and fluttered against his fingers and he fucked into the stud's hole in long slow loving strokes that drew sighs and nickers and then moans from a pony lost to anything but the feeling in his needy ass.

It didn't take much to find the poor stallion's prostate, it was so swollen. He shook his head at that; such a terrible thing for the mare to do to this stud. Well, time to set that right...

"Now stud, this is your little colt nut. I am going to show you how good it can feel even without touching your cock...no jacking required Brad. The priest would be proud of you."

He had to chuckle at that, right as he let his fingers wrap round the mound of a throbbing pony nut and he squeezed just right to draw a whinny from his player and a shot of precum from a still aching pony cock now slapping his taut abdomen loud enough to sound like a pistol shot.

"That's it stud...take it good..."

The stallion tried to hold himself off the invading fingers at first, and the wolf calmly and methodically pushed back in, rubbing that little nut and pleasuring his horse whatever he wanted. He let his other paw play now too, reaching under to cup those magnificent testicles, feeling the heat and life in them and the pulse of pleasure as they prepared for their second unleashing for the morning.

"Does your mare finger your ass stud?"

The uncertain dance was changing now he felt, and now the stallion was pushing back, wanting those fingers deeper. He let a third finger slide inside, hearing the horse let out a shuddering gasp of 'ahhh' as he sank in and spread his fingers wide enough to make the straining tunnel flutter.

"N...no..."

"You should ask her to do this on your wedding night Brad. After you have done your duty, get her to do hers for you...a wife should learn how to pleasure her stud's ass as early as possible."

"Feels so...ahhh...so good but so weird..."

"You will get used to it stud, and she will like doing it I promise you. Especially if you give her a dildo to try on your tight little stud ass...make a nice gift for her..."

"Ohhh fuck..."

The coach had his poor player on the ropes now, he could feel it. That ass was so tight and so hit, clenched hard around his fingers and pulsing in the throes of impending cum. He began to fingerfuck hard now, thrusting his fingers in roughly, then out, back in harder, and out, punishing the bundle of nerves inside the helpless stallion even as his cock began to slap the lockers and he screamed in the throes of a wild deep ball churning cum.

"GOD!"

It was only one word, but the most profound expression of rapture the stallion ever uttered, eyes wide in shock, every muscle taut as it was on the field when he used his strength and power to run wild across the field. Now he was tamed by his coach, and two wolf paws, and he knew it right at the point where he painted his own locker with a floodtide of horse spunk and collapsed against the wood still panting.

The fingers were still in his ass, he could feel them there, the throb in his ass making the sensation build and relax, build and relax. They rubbed teasingly, and he bit his lip and tried not to scream, just as his coach pulled out with a wet sounding plop leaving his anus gasping wide open and raw from the unfamiliar touch of a wild fingerfucking.

A muzzle licked down his mane to the nape of his neck and he moaned, just as the wolf planted a kiss between his shoulder blades. Then he heard a metallic 'snap' and felt a tug on his mane. He turned his head to see the grinning wolf holding a piece of his mane.

"Well, if your wife to be is going to have all of you, I should get a souvenir at least. Now...let's hit the ground and see how your goal kicking is coming along."

He nailed the first ten shots flawlessly, all the while ignoring the grinning wolf. When the eleventh hit the post, he gave a cheeky shrug, but the wolf wasn't so charitable. A scowl was back.

"I can see we are going to have to keep an eye on your MSB Brad..."

The equine felt that was the most prudent course of action.

****

Several weeks later, and the club was riding high. They had won every game since the coach's little intervention with his star player, and the stallion had returned to his dominant form. Nobody knew that a big part of that was some personal coaching before each match, with the stud unloading the week's accumulated spunk into a greedy wolf muzzle before he got to kneel on the bench and feel the touch of a wolf paw on his prostate.

Brad knew he would need to repaint his locker soon though. The accumulated horse spunk had done terrible things to the current paintwork.

The two shared a little smile as he came into the changing room for his last private coaching session. The stallion and his mare were getting hitched tomorrow, and he would finally get to ditch the born again virgin constraints and get his every eager cock back to what it did best, namely making a lucky girl scream in pleasured contentment. But first...

"One last treatment then stud..."

"Yeah."

They had their routine now, and the stallion dropped his pants letting his cock swing free in anticipation of its pleasuring. He was going to miss these blowjobs that was for sure. He had never found a girl who could match his coach.

The wolf went down on him slowly this time, teasing his cock with lips and tongue, and even using only gentle touches on his scrotum. He let out a grumbling moan, wanting more, but the wolf had other plans.

Sitting back on his haunches, the wolf gave him a wink.

"Don't want to drain you too much stud, only one should do. Want to leave something for your good mare...but I thought it was time for something different for your last time."

Now the stallion was intrigued, but he knelt as ordered just desperate to cum. The touch of the big wolf was making him leak like a tap, and his balls churned in anticipation of the final shattering climax.

With his muzzle to the lockers, he heard strange sounds though. A zip opening, and someone scrabbling about in a bag. Opening his eyes, he watched the wolf take out some things he wasn't expecting; a condom, and a bottle of lube.

"Well, I thought...for your last time and all."

Brad's heart skipped a beat, and he forgot to breathe for a moment. And then the burn in his ass took over, and he spread his knees, pressed his head to the lockers, and closed his eyes.

He heard the steady tread of the wolf walking to him, the sounds of a packet being opened, the squelch of a paw working lube all over a condom clad wolfcock. Then he felt the touch of those fingers, so welcome and so familiar, as they sild so easily into his already heated ass. He moaned finally in acceptance as the finegrtips played his prostate like an instrument, his tail well lifted in acceptance of his place. Coach always knew; fucking hell, coach always knew.

The hot breaths were on his ear now, making it flick and sending shivers down his spine, and then he felt the hot pulsing tip of a wolfcock against his pucker, the unfamiliar touch of latex and thick wolf meat momentarily giving him pause.

"Wait..."

The wolf nibbled his ear and chuckled.

"Your wife should thank me for breaking you in stud. Tell you what, as a thank you, if you have a colt name him after me."

The stallion suddenly stiffened.

"Hey wait a min...AHHHHHHHH!"

The wolf bit down gently on his lover's neck, the tingle of pain matched by more than a tingle of pain in one reluctant horse anus. Though not as long as the stallion, the buff wolf more than made up for it in thickness, even without the knot. But he was determined to enjoy, just as he was determined to be gentle. This one would have to last for a long time.

He sank in to the knot, feeling that perfect ass gripping him like a glove, the poor stallion gasping as he became accustomed to a cock buried in his straight hole for the first time. Before it could become too much he pulled back, leaving just the tip inside, and licked at the bite mark making the horse shudder and the lockers creak as horse hands gripped them like a dying man clasping onto a lifeboat.

"Now pony...relax."

He tried to. He really did. But as is the way with first times, that wasn't easy. Not until the wolf reached round to grip his swollen length and stroked him in time with the bucking thrusts into his ass did he lose the tension and the burning pain turned to a burning pleasure and he felt a hand force his head against the lockers and a muzzle joined his in a kiss that only ended when he shot his load all over the woodwork and he felt the unfamiliar jerking of a guy's cock dumping a load in his red raw hole.

It was his best game ever that day, kicking ten goals on a totally frustrated full back who wanted the ground to swallow him up around half time. He was too frustrated to even swear too much, but when he did he was astonished to get a glance of disapproval from his opponent.

"Hey dude...stop taking the Lords name in vain now, cuntfeatures."

It was a really satisfying all in brawl, and if the mare was disappointed that her groom had a black eye for their wedding, she concealed it well.

It didn't stop her kissing his wounds that night though when they finally got the chance to be together again, without the pressure, and without the effects of MSB to make him shoot off like a firecracker. It was slow, it was satisfying, and when she fell asleep, she even had a smile on her muzzle at the unusual sensations she had known, including the wicked feel of fingering her beloveds asshole. She had been wanting to try and stunned when he suggested it. It seemed to work, the hot stud screamed like a dockworker when she found a spot inside him and really gave it a workout.

Little did she know the small gift her stallion's football coach had given them would come in very handy.

There was something else she didn't know that night, as she lay in her stallion's arms. It was that one of his little guys, amongst a multitude deposited in her somewhere in the five times they made love in a wild torrent of fresh fervour for each others bodies, had done his duty well. And nine months later a colt was born, whose father had insisted on naming.

And so was born Daniel Fenrir Wildmane, much to the consternation of his equine family. When pressed on the reason, his proud father would only smile and wink and say 'MSB'. And if his questioners were none the wiser as a result, that was their loss entirely.