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Serious Coaching

by

Gruffy

2016-2017

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Hehhey!

This is a regrettably long overdue commission for Tokeki who wanted me to write some foot fun - and what a better time to get this out than when I've got some other foot fun in the works, too, so that means that anyone who enjoys some digital fun alright is bound to have a treat with this and the other stories of that style that will be coming soon enough, I hope...heh...let's hope my first venture into this particular kink pleases you!

As always, I look forward to your feedback and hope that you'll take the time to comment. Remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well!

Cheers!

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"PFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRT!"

The noise of the whistle was shrill and filled the entire hall with its echoing ring.

"Alright! That's enough for today, guys."

Toki let the brass whistle fall off over his chest on the cord that went around the Eastern Dragon's neck. The scaly stood on the edge of the wrestling mat and looked down at the pair whom were still engaged in a grappling position on the floor. The air smelled heavily of sweat, something the drake was quick to note. He did not pay much attention to it. That kind of musk permeated the entire practice hall at all times. No amount of cleaning could truly get rid of the funk that had accumulated throughout decades of exercises in the building.

The drake clapped his clawed hands together to gain the attention of his wrestlers panting on the floor.

"I think you did fine today," he said, "George, you need to look at your footwork a bit more."

The fox in a blue singlet on the floor gave the coach a curt nod through his panting.

"...and Daley, I think you're still spending too much time on the mat under George."

The red-singlet-wearing cougar huffed.

"Still not fast enough, I guess..." the young cat mused.

Toki shrugged.

"It's not always about the speed," he said, "It's about keeping your weight down and not letting your opponent see where you plan to gain the upper hand."

The two slowly got up, sweaty and still breathing heavily. The fox patted the cougar's back.

"You did great," the fox said, "I had a lot of fun, and you caught me off guard a couple times!"

The cougar flapped his tail about in what could easily be interpreted as annoyance.

"Hmmmph," he snuffled. "Still wasn't enough."

"You're getting there," Toki said, "and the advice I'm giving to Daley is true for you too, George. You still need to keep your center of weight lower and be ready to move it faster to stop you from being thrown."

"Yeah," the fox said.

"I'll see you guys on Friday, then!" Toki cut the chase, knowing that the next users of the wrestling room would be coming soon and he wanted to get out of the way. "Remember to keep up your cardio and hit the gym, guys! You are lightweights, you're meant to be strong, not tanks!"

"Yeah, of course!" said the fox confidently.

"Wouldn't miss that," the cougar replied in kind.

"Okay then!" the Eastern Dragon nodded sagely. "I'll see you!"

They departed towards the locker rooms, still chatting to each other and with their tails flicking about behind them energetically, protruding from the backsides of their singlets. The coach smiled to himself and rubbed his chin. The two youngsters were showing some promise alright, he thought, if only they'd put a bit more of their minds into it as well. More brow than braw, and they might just get into places, mused the drake.

He ruffled his hand through his turquoise head furs and smiled some more.

"HEY! DUDE! HEY!"

The red dragon turned about to discover just who was calling for him in such a brusque manner - none of his own regular trainees would certainly not do so. His intuition spoke right. The fur in question was an unknown otter wearing a black and white wrestling singlet and carrying a towel and a water bottle with him. His quick steps brought him over to Toki without a pause.

"Hey! So do you know Coach Stanley?" the otter asked.

Toki frowned. He was used to the wrestlers being strong-headed but this otter was being remarkably forward even for the kind of folks who populated this particular gym.

"Hmmmyes," the drake nodded eventually, because he had no reason to not be polite despite the otter's behavior. "Is there something I can help you with?"

His mind added a 'boy' after the question, but he did not speak that out aloud.

The otter's ears perked up.

"Well, so, I got this text, man, telling that he can't come here for some reason," the otter explained quickly.

Toki tilted his head quizzically.

"I have not seen Mister Stanley here today," he stated. "I have not heard of him personally, nor have I seen any of his students.. I assume he has made other arrangements with them."

The otter's features crunched with displeasure. Even his usually buoyant tail drooped towards the padded floor.

"Oh man...it was meant to be our one on one technique session today...I'd hate to miss it..." the otter muttered.

Toki folded his arms over his chest. The otter's impatience was starting to wear down on him rather quickly. He was rather tired after a long day of coaching unruly young wrestlers. His tolerance had gone lower than usual. It didn't help that the otter was particularly mouthy with him.

"I am sure that Mister Stanley will make alternative arrangements," he repeated himself, much to his displeasure over the fact that he had to do so.

The otter's ears and tail drooped accordingly. Yet, he was now looking at the dragon with curiosity and even a dash of hope the dragon saw dawn on his face.

"Are you busy...uh...you?" the otter asked. "Coach?"

"That is Mister Tokeki or Sir to you," the Eastern Drakon answered without a hitch nor the slightest change to his indifferent gaze on the otter.

The quick ears flicked slightly at this statement, but he remained curious, as lutrines were prone to be, the drake thought quietly to himself. He had trained several of them to be successful wrestlers over the years. He had one on his roster even now. Their sleek bodies and quick minds often made for great technique and the ability to wriggle out of locks and holds coming from much bigger opponents. It didn't mean that training them was always easy.

This new otter was not proving otherwise to the drake.

"Oh...okay...sir, uh...you wouldn't happen have the time to do some stuff with me, then?" the otter asked boldly. "I saw those two guys just leave and if you don't have any other trainees tonight, I would gladly come in."

Toki's turquoise brow quirked mightily at the otter's proposal. Didn't that contain the implication that even though the drake was obviously finished for the day and ready to head home, he would be willing to stay in overtime because that elusive kangaroo Coach Stanley had not shown up to work - especially without informing his colleagues. Certainly the otter appeared to think that it was a fair suggestion to make.

The drake puffed out his chest. He wondered if the otter would take the hint from his posturing and just bugger off. Remarkably, the otter did not appear particularly intimidated by the sight of him like that. That surprised the dragon. Usually they scampered when he started on it.

"Perhaps you should concentrate on some cardio instead," Toki suggested. He hoped that the implication of 'I can throw you over my head with just one arm' was strong in his voice.

The otter's tail flung up through the air antsily.

"Bah, but I am already here!" he groaned. "Just a few moves, man! Half an hour and I'll do plenty of reps in the gym after that and some mental exercises, okay? You know what I mean - come on, man, I'm already here, you're already here, nobody else needs the room..."

Toki wondered whether the otter really was unable to read his body language while the tirade continued. The Eastern Dragon was utterly flabbergasted at the cheekiness the otter displayed. He could think of a lot of things he had to do at home, and that extra half an hour the otter proposed would make all the difference. Yet the otter's delivery rubbed him the wrong way in a very particular way, the sort that was a challenge that he was loathe to not accept even if he knew that the otter probably had no idea what he was doing, baiting him.

The dragonian coach folded his arms over his chest and looked at the otter heavily.

"Coach Stanley employs different techniques when it comes to his teaching," Toki said. "I am not sure whether my approach would be of benefit to you..."

"Wade!" the otter declared. "My name's Wade! And no, I think it would be pretty cool!. My opponents won't be Coach Stanley's students either, will they, dude? Wouldn't it be just great for me to see how someone else does it, closely like that, sir?"

Toki had to concede that the otter had a kernel of truth to his words, although the presentation of this useful thought was lacking badly. The dragon wondered if coach Stanley tolerated this kind of behavior better than he did. He'd never taken the 'roo in question for a pushover, but this otter certainly appeared to think that he could get away with most things by overwhelming his opponent with endless chatter.

It annoyed him enough that Toki was starting to consider that maybe knocking some of that hot air out of the otter might be worthwhile.

"See what exactly?" the dragon stated to the otter, arms crossed over his chest tightly.

The otter's face remained eager still. He looked so hopeful and confident that it annoyed Toki to no end.

"Your moves!" Wade exclaimed. "Your tricks, your...everything you do. Compare to what Coach Stanley does!"

Toki chortled.

"I don't show my tricks to just anyone," the coach mused.

The otter hopped from one foot to another, as if showing off a trick of his own. The training shoes made squeaks on the floor that Toki's ears did not approve of. The shoes themselves were somewhat offending for the drake.

"Come ooooooon..." the otter's tail flipped exuberantly behind him. "Dude, just - "

A raised finger from Toki made him quiet. The dragon was glad to see that it had the desire effect of silencing the mouthy otter.

"Again, that is either Mister Tokeki, or Sir to you," the dragon snapped.

The otter frowned, but then nodded quickly.

"Sir!" he sounded it out. "Does that mean that you're gonna do it with me? Seriously?"

Toki swung his own long, red and turquoise tail behind him in an expansive swipe that almost looked like he was planning to strike the otter with it. He wanted to see if this Wade fellow would jump. He did not.

"You better make it worthwhile or I shall be having some serious words with Coach Stanley," Toki said.

"Hell yeah!" the otter said. "I'll just put these down and - "

He turned about and headed for the side of the side of the room, but a clearing of Toki's throat stopped him.

"Huh?"

"Take your shoes off," the dragon said.

The otter's brow rose curiously.

"What?"

Toki stomped one bare, heavy three-toed paw onto the wrestling mat. It made a clear thump.

"I only train and work without any shoes, mister Wade," the dragon replied snappily. "So take yours off. We may begin only then."

"Coach Stanley never tells us to take ours off," the otter said.

"As you insist on saying repeatedly to the point of saturation, I am coach Percival Stanley," Toki said. "And if you want to do this, you will obey my rules. Your clock is ticking. Do not spend too much time in superfluous things. My own trainees know how to behave and be ready in a timely fashion."

The otter looked at him curiously for a moment before he simply shrugged.

"Fine, fine..."

He put his towel and his water down to a spot he picked and next added his untied shoes. The otter padded back over to the mat, now on sturdy, bare footpaws.

"Good now?" asked the otter.

Toki glanced at the otter's nimble feet before he tiled his head in a half-nod.

"It will have to do," he said.

"It's going to be your fault if something gets stomped," the otter complained.

"That will be sir's fault," Toki corrected.

"Yeah, sir," the otter said.

Toki flexed his tail as he stepped back a little, now properly on the wrestling mat.

"Let's see your posture, then. Show me your ready pose, like you were facing an opponent. I want to see how you hold your weight together."

The otter's eyes flashed.

"Now we're talking, coach!"

"Mister or Sir," the dragon replied without a pause.

The otter opened his maw and Toki was sure that what he planned to say was going to start with a 'but Coach Stanley always' - yet the otter held it back and instead just nodded.

"Sir," he muttered.

"Take your position," Toki said. "Let's see what you got."

Wade bounced over to the mat. His steps were still springy and determined, and he stood there with his feet spread wide and his body in a slight hunch, arms extended forward as if he was planning an attack.

Toki clicked his tongue when he stepped up to the otter, into his personal space.

"Too high," he said in a clipped tone.

The dragon's clawed hands landed on the otter's shoulders. Wade's ears hopped up curiously at the sudden approach and the weight presence of the paw.

"Your center of gravity is much too high," Toki preached. "And you're holding your feet wrong too. Look!"

Toki stomped one bare, red three-toed footpaw down next to the otter's brown-furred one. He put his own hands down to the slim otter's single-covered hips and pressed there slightly, with his palms. The otter's tail jumped and tapped briefly on Toki's his before he managed to get it under control and swung to the side. The dragon still had time to let out an annoyed grumble.

"The feet! Look at my feet!" the dragon ordered. "Look how I am standing, how I'm keeping my weight down."

Wade looked down. The large draconian feet dwarfed his own. Toki might only have only three toes on each foot against Wade's four, but he made up for it with size. The way how the feet pressed weightily to the floor mat suggested strength all over the man who stood behind the otter.

"See how my weight is evenly distributed so that my opponent can't pull leverage on me as easily as they could on you now," Toki wriggled his toes to bring attention to the position of his feet on the padded wrestling mat. "See how I stand steadily so that whatever way I'm being pulled or pushed, I can shift my weight again. It starts with the feet and goes up all the way to your ears."

"Well I see them," Wade spoke, still looking at their combined feet so that all Toki saw was the back of his head, "but I don't see how different - "

Toki chortled. He let go of the otter and then moved in front of Wade, arms extended.

"Position!" he called out.

The otter was barely up to speed before he was caught in a grapple and a headlock and ended up being thrown to the mat. He let out a yelp when he landed, relatively hard, and the coach stood on top of him, one huge footpaw pressed down to the otter's belly.

"Shoulders are down."

Wade squirmed.

"Hey, that's not a real move!" the otter complained.

"What is not a real move, sir?" the dragon corrected.

"This!" Wade tapped at the coach's foot with his fingers. Toki let the tips of his claws touch the otter's singlet.

"As you saw, your balance is entirely wrong," Toki said.

The drake stepped off the otter and allowed the singlet-wearing puffing lutrine to stand up again. Wade looked indignant due to his easy put-down but regained some of the springs to his feet after catching a breath.

"Well you are much bigger than me!" the otter complained. "We'd never wrestle together in a competition!"

Toki folded his arms again.

"And is Coach Stanley in the same weight class as you?" he proposed.

"Well, no, but he doesn't just slam me to the mat either!" Wade exclaimed.

"This is a small gym," Toki said, "those who come here do not always have the luxury of sparring against someone of their own size. Or skill."

The otter's eyes narrowed.

"I've got speed!" he said. "I can get out of most trouble on the mat!"

"You didn't wriggle out of that lock before you were thrown down!" Toki boomed. "You didn't even try!"

"But - "

Toki assumed his ready pose once more.

"Attack me again," he said. "I will only defend for now. Show me how you try to throw me off. Do your best and we'll see if it is up to scratch."

That appeared to give the otter an extra boost of confidence, the not so subtle heckling from the dragon. He bounced back into position and they locked arms, as they should, to begin the grapple. Toki looked Wade directly into the eye as they came together.

"Whenever you are ready..."

Wade did a quick feint to the left before he threw his weight to the right. He held tightly onto the dragon and tried his best to unseat Toki's feet from the mat.

"Harder!" Toki yelled.

The otter pivoted and pulled. He shifted his weight and for a moment was pulling on Toki with his full bulk in the hopes of making the dragon budge even a little.

"Faster!"

The dragon wriggled under the otter's attack. His weight was all over the place, always countering the otter's maneuver, no matter what he tried to unsettle his new coach.

"Ugh!"

Wade's every attack got the same blunt response, a solid wall of dragon that just wouldn't budge.

"You don't - "

The dragon used the momentum from the otter's latest attack and threw him onto the floor without any special effort needed. Wade yelped, a second before Toki dropped himself on him and caught the otter in a hold. The huge, passive bulk of his body rested on the otter and his large hands gripped the otter's arms and forced them flat onto the floor as well.

Toki leaned close to one of the otter's flat ears and huffed into it.

"This doesn't end until your shoulders touch the floor, kid," the dragon growled.

"B-but - " he yelped.

"You wanted to practice!" Toki growled. "Defend yourself!"

The slick otter wasn't quite demoralized yet, but he glanced at the dragon over his shoulder with a face of disbelief before he did start to try and wriggle his way out from under the big drake on top of him. He was true to the nature of his species, in the way he moved. The spandex singlet only added to the effect. He was slippery like a fish that'd been pulled out of water and was trying to waddle its way back into the sea. The fact he wasn't allowed to use his legs to help, and even though this same rule applied to the drake, it still meant that Toki had so much more dead weight on the lithe otter.

"Ngh!" the otter huffed. "You're not making this easy!"

Toki grunted.

"Would any of your opponents make it EASY for you, kid?" he nearly yelled into the otter's ear.

Wade added some extra elbow action, but it was in vain.

"Thought so," Toki declared.

He did a roll, one that would have been risky with someone of his own size considering a crafty opponent could have used it to force Toki's own shoulders to the ground and end the game. This time, though, Wade wasn't thinking in those terms when the drake gripped him and he was off the mat and in the air.

"You're not even trying," Toki heckled the otter in a disappointed voice while he held him pulled against his own body.

"I am!" the otter yelped.

He squirmed some more. Toki let out an annoyed grunt and swung his legs up. The otter ended up in a four-limbed clutch, one that was definitely against the rules of the kind of wrestling they were supposed to practice. Toki crossed his legs and pressed agile draconian clawed toes down to the otter's legs on either side. He pushed on them and forced them apart, and between them Wade's long ottertail flailed with annoyance and shock at the illegal maneuver.

"H-hey!"

"Shoulders on the floor!" the dragon announced behind the otter's neck.

"How am I supposed to - "

"Try me!" Toki snapped.

The spandex-clothed otter's movements were half-hearted. He knew that the dragon had won and there was nothing much he could do about that despite the drake's comment.

Toki revelled in the knowledge, of course. Pushing his feet to Wade's legs, he could feel the tension in the otter lessen.

"This- this isn't fair!"

Toki almost laughed.

"What did you expect, boy?"

He tossed the otter off him unceremoniously. Wade landed onto his side and then to his belly and was left lying there, growling and huffing to himself. Toki stood up in a more decorous manner. He adjusted his training pants and his shirt while glaring down at the otter on the mat. Wade let out a snarl before he rolled to his back.

"That wasn't fair!" Wade yelped.

"Whoever said that it was going to be fair?" said Toki.

The otter looked like he was planning to get up from the floor, but was stopped by the dragon immediately. Big footpaw landed on his chest, like it had done before.

"T-this again!" the otter muttered.

"Tell me, kid," the dragon told the otter, "what the hell were you thinking when you thought that you can practice with someone who is double your size and obviously could beat you down with a single...paw?"

Toki spread his toes a little and applied extra pressure. The very angle of his knee was a dominant one, especially viewed from where the otter laid trapped against the wrestling mat. He looked demoralized enough as he was.

"Well f-fuck!"

The dragon clicked his tongue.

"Took on much more than you were ready for..." Toki smirked, "maybe more than you'll ever be ready for."

"I can hold my own against REAL opponents!" Wade yelled.

Toki gave him a displeased look.

"You should really stick to someone of your own size," the drake told the otter. "Although..."

The panting otter gave him a dirty look.

"What?" he puffed out his chest to try and show even some amount of resistance to the rude foot planted on him.

Toki´s smirk only widened.

"It appears that the size is exactly what you desire, boy..."

The otter's eyes popped open. Toki snorted before averting his own eyes down, some way from where his foot remained on the other's chest. Wade´s tense posture pulled the already very tight spandex even more taut and exposed the obviously erect state of the otter´s cock down below. The bulge was obscene, not of massive size but definitely very much aroused and being framed by the fabric.

The otter looked like he was going to panic. He felt frozen under the dragon's foot on him and stared wild-eyed at Toki hovering and glowering above him.

"Thought so, boy."

"H-hey -" Wade complained, almost meekly.

"You know what's coming now," Toki declared.

Toki barely had the time to see the otter´s quizzical expression before his entire face disappeared under the dragon's foot. He swung it away from Wade´s chest and then plastered the lutrine´s muzzle with the three-toed monster.

"Umph!"

It was almost a pitiful noise the otter made, getting smothered by a big male´s even bigger foot. The dragon's feet sure had enough heft to go by, considering they had to carry his entire bulk whenever he was up and about. Right now he was using it for a wholly different purpose, however, with the otter getting a faceful. This time it was just Toki showing just who was the boss, and there was nothing Wade could do at the moment about it.

Wade gasped with surprise at the hot, heavy contact over his face. Toki grinned to himself at the feeling of the otter´s air flowing on his smooth sole.

"Yep...breathe in that proper funk."

He wasn't understating it either. Toki´s foot was more than ripe after a whole day of stomping around a sweaty, testosterone-filled gym. What Wade got to sniff full-heartedly was the heady mixture of rubber training mats, sneakers, sweat, musk, and of course, the natural, personal scent of Toki´s own scales and skin. The scent of dozens of sweaty exercising men combined with the super masculine coach dragon and meant that what Wade got to sample was quite the cocktail of manhood directly from the source.

The otter´s immediate protective reaction was to grab the attacking foot. His paws gripped onto the dragon's toes, although he did very little in the way of trying to push it away from him. He really wouldn't have been able to, even if he had used all of his strength. There was no unfooting the Coach, who had decided that the otter was in due for another lesson in humility after his embarrassing performance on the wrestling mat despite his cocky boasting to otherwise.

"Proper place for otters," said Toki, when he felt the otter relax a little, becoming more resigned to his predicament.

Wade´s tail gave a bounce on the mat, but otherwise he remained still, foot on his face. A quick glance to the side told Toki that the other's erection certainly not subsided.

"Little slut," Toki grunted, "getting off on this..."

Toki was getting off on it himself, which meant that it was probably hypocritical to heckle the otter about it, but he had no misgivings about their respective roles in this little arrangement. Somehow had to be the boss who shoved the sub what kind of proper respect they were to show to their big, strong Master - or Coach, on this particular case.

Toki enjoyed the forbidden thrill, too. He was truly surpassing any professional boundaries with his behavior, but in his opinion, the otter was just screaming for it. If he didn´t know how to respect his superiors, then it was high time someone taught him how it was done.

So there was Wade, the cocky otter wrestler who thought he could take on a dragon, made to breathe a foot and find out what real men were truly like. Toki was obviously not going to take any hostages with his latest trick. He was going all out on his captive otter.

The otter breathed faster, even under the dragon's foot. Toki could feel the submission as much as he saw it in the otter's body language. He knew the dragon had him.

Toki was pleased, but he wasn't going to let the otter think he was going to get away with it so easily.

"Typical," the drake muttered.

He lifted his foot away and for a moment the otter could breathe freely, and perhaps thought that his ordeal was over. But it was far from it. Toki was quick to land on his knees and then sat down on his haunches. His big clawed hands grabbed onto the otter and lifted him off the floor like he weigh nothing, at least nothing the dragon couldn´t deal with. He yelped when Toki placed the otter over his knees on his stomach so that his chest rested on one knee and his head was uncomfortably tilted down towards the rubbery, smelly surface of the wrestling mat.

"So very typical..."

The otter waved his tail indignantly. It went up in a straight angle when Toki´s paw came down and slapped on the otter´s spandex-covered ass.

"Ouwch!"

The noise of the paw landing on otter rear echoed off the walls of the training hall. Toki simply smiled at the sound he made. The otter´s pained moan was even more delicious for him.

"You know what happens to bad boys, dontcha Wade..."

The otter soon knew what happened to bad boys that were caught by one Coach Tokeki. He got an outright spanking of the kind that nobody had given to the otter in many years. The dragon seemed to find it an appropriate punishment, however. He let his paw land again and again, to really drive the feeling of helplessness into the otter.

"Owch!"

The otter´s moans were interspaced with the slaps that came from the dragon's heavy paw. He wanted the otter´s ass to be as red as his own scales by the time he was done with him. The squirming lutrine couldn´t escape from the weird suspension, like a caught fish he was, put over the dragon´s knees and then ruthlessly spanked. Toki enjoyed every moment, and he filled the front of his training pants with musky dragon meat at the prospect of teasing and playing with the otter even more.

"Bah," Toki huffed.

He threw the otter down to the floor again but this time sat back himself and then yanked Wade forward by his shoulders so that the prone otter was tugged directly into the fork of Toki´s slightly spread legs. A big paw on his neck pushed him down and to the dragon´s crotch.

"I´m sure you know what to do with that, boy," Toki grunted. "It´s what guys like you are for after all."

The once cocky otter had to comply with his orders or face the consequences, such as a further spanking, he thought, most likely, as he went to trying to service the dragon´s bulge. The sweaty fabric was incredibly musky now that Toki had spent the entire day prancing around the gym, and added to that now was the deeply aroused musk of the dragon enjoying his new role as the king of the mountain, so to speak. He found it a natural place, of course, the prideful creature that he was, and now with an otter to sate and service his needs, there were few things that he needed besides that.

His fingers clenched on the otter´s smooth neck scruff. He pulled the otter more firmly onto him so that he had no choice but to breathe in the dragon's groin. Everything that he would know from then on was musk, sweat, strong muscled thighs pressing on his cheeks and the warm firmness of a large draconian erection pulsing away on his lips. It was intense, even through the sweatpants that were now truly living up to their name.

The captive otter panted and huffed. His senses were quickly overcoming with musk, the deep kind from someone where it wasn't just a result of physical exercise but rather the natural aroma of the male in question. That was Tokeki alright, a spicy kind of a male who made his lessers swoon under the right circumstances.

Using the otter as his personal sex toy was a particular kind of a pleasure. The otter couldn't really do all that much in his current place, but to try and nuzzle at Toki´s crotch in the hopes that it would please the very demanding dragon. Between gulps of warm, musky air he tried rubbing his face at the dragon´s swollen cock. Its intimidating shape was evident even through the clothing, with all the curious features that made it such a dangerous weapon to deal with.

Wade couldn't see the way the dragon stared at his ass, propped up by his current posture. Toki kept looking at the otter´s buns as they were, wrapped in tight spandex as if his rump was just waiting to be unpeeled for use. The rude thought made him rumble and to tug on the otter´s neck even further, to bury his nosepad onto the already damp spot on the front of his pants. The moisture was a combination of sweat and some pre-cum as well as the condensation from the otter´s intense breathing. Both could feel the warmth of the other on their skin, although Wade was the one whose face was forced to be plastered onto the source.

"See what a man smells like, twink," the Coach grunted.

"Uhmhm!"

"Yeah keep breathing that...you're gonna smell that way for a while. Better get used to it now!"

The otter made some sort of a pathetic noise, face still plastered to the dragon's groin. Toki smiled to himself and kicked things up a notch, literally so, since he bent his legs enough so that he could get his nimble toes back into play. He pressed them to the otter's legs and clasped the strong, if subdued, limbs with his feet, using them as if he was using his hands to pin the otter down. Right now Wade got another good serving of dragon feet instead. Toki grinned approvingly at the feel of the spandex against his soles and his toes. He wouldn't have minded pulling it all off right then, but he felt loathe to stop the otter from doing what he was up to.

After a few moments, the drake decided that the otter should work a bit harder for his treat. It was slightly difficult to accomplish what he did, considering he had an otter glued to his groin, but he managed to slip his training pants downs without fully removing the arousing contact.

"Getting closer to your treat..."

The drake used his hand to push the otter's nose against the damp cloth of the jockstrap pouch that struggled to contain Toki's arousal. If Wade had thought that the pants were musky, he got a good extra helping when his muzzle came into direct contact with the dragon's bulge. The cloth was smooth and in a shade of dark purple, thin fabric that pulled taut over Toki's meat. It was hardly an utilitarian piece of underwear, not something a serious athlete would probably wear - not to claim that Toki wasn't one, it was just for him to discover that the dragon's taste was more expensive and exuberant than that. To wear such a naughty designer jockstrap to the gym suggested a certain kind of a message that the otter might've wanted to comment on, if he wasn't currently being down so that he was basically forced to swallow the said clothed bulge.

Wade huffed and mouthed on the dragon's cock and made it even wetter than before with his saliva and his continued panting. The dragon rumbled approvingly at that sensation. He savored the feel of the otter's submission, but only for as long as he found it particularly amusing.

"Time to see if that mouth is good for something other than talking shit at me, boy."

Toki tugged the otter away from himself, but only long enough that he could tuck the jockstrap down and under his balls. The coach's cock popped into view, accompanied by the heavy balls that the elastic on the jockstrap pushed upwards and into view. The otter's eyes appeared to widen when being put only inches away from the sight of the throbbing, ridged monster. What he had only felt with his cheeks and his mouth was now pulsing in front of him, looking angry and with the dragon's intentions quite clear to him, there were few alternative for the lutrine held captive under the dragon's hands and his nimble feet.

"Uh..."

Toki snorted.

"Never saw a dragon cock up close before, boy?"

He gripped the base of his shaft and smacked the whole thing unceremoniously against Wade's nose. The wrestling trainee let out a surprised snort at being booped with a dragon-dick. His mischievous tail jumped behind him again. Toki repeated the cock-smack, this time on the side of the otter's muzzle.

"Ow!"

"Can't take a cock?" Toki grunted at the sound of the otter's reaction. "Only used to little otter wieners?"

He made sure to swat the otter's cheeks on both sides with his lewd sausage. Not only did Wade have to suffer the heavy slaps of the dragon meat on his face, the musky shaft also smeared the scaly's pre-cum to his furs. Toki had no qualms about marking the otter as his bitch, and planned to do much more than that too.

"Yeah...get a good sniff...you'll get a taste real soon..."

Toki swung his leg up and groped on the otter's ass with his toes. The otter glanced down his body when he felt the odd sensation that made him wonder if the drake had suddenly grown an extra hand.

"Eyes front!"

Toki grabbed the otter's muzzle and pushed his thumb into the corner of Wade's maw.

"No running away. You wanted a lesson, you're getting one!"

The dragon shoved his cock into Wade's muzzle rather unceremoniously. His stout, stiff length was probably more than the otter was expecting, considering the gagging gasp that ensued. Prominent ridges ran along the upper side of the thick shaft and stroked on the otter's palate and lips during the dragon's abrupt entry. His lips were spread into a surprise 'O' around the shaft that suddenly filled his mouth almost entirely.

Toki let out a satisfied grunt upon staking such a claim. The otter's struggle to accommodate all of him only made it more arousing.

"Remember to keep swallowing and keep breathing, boy."

The dragon thrust more of his dick into the otter without giving the said lutrine any time to get acquainted with being used as a dirty drake's latest cock sleeve. The numerous, thick ridges were certainly not making it any easier on him.

Toki spread his claws more broadly on the back of Wade's head and gave him another little push when he both heard and felt the otter splutter again around the cock in his muzzle.

"Oh don't pretend you're new to this," the drake coach heckled his catch, "those are proper cocksucking lips I'm seeing right there...just keep at it."

He closed his thighs around the otter's head again, perhaps to drive the knowledge of helplessness even further into Wade's mind. The young wrestler certainly snorted sharply when the bulgy legs made themselves known.

"Think of it as another match with someone much bigger than you," Toki snickered.

The otter swallowed around his cock. The resulting suction pushed the dragon's dick somewhere close to the back of his oral cavity and threatened to lodge the tip into his gullet.

"Just pretend you're eating a big fish."

Toki imagined the otter rolling his eyes at hearing such a remark. He couldn't see it, of course, Wade's face was more than firmly pushed to the drake's groin- He liked the idea, the mental domination that went on as much as the physical manhandling that had resulted in the otter being squished between the coach's thick thighs. The otter's annoying self-confidence to the level of coming off as a prick only made him want it even more, to see him grovel down and worship at the altar of draconian masculinity. Sucking down on some thick dragon cock was a much better duty for that mouth.

There were few things quite like sinking himself in to the root, whether it was in a muzz or under a tail thrashing with the curious mixture of pain and pleasure that came from getting a dick rammed inside you. What the otter felt from having the dragon inside his mouth and threatening to push into his throat was likely close to that thing. His gags, huffs and snorts suggested such a reaction. Yet he no longer tried to struggle to get his head away from it, to be able to breathe freely again.

Coach Tokeki was not about to given him that relief right away.

"Let's see how good those otter lungs really are, shall we?"

His hips flexed, to pull a couple inches of his dick backwards before he sank it back where it belonged. Toki definitely didn't give the otter enough time to catch his breath, if he wanted to do so around the thick ridged meat filling his gullet. The next thrust came equally quickly and made the wrestler gag again. The coach thrust into his maw repeatedly. He was mostly just getting used to the sensations, not yet properly working himself over into a good humping action. Wade's surprised throat was wonderfully stimulating. The drake was sure that it wasn't the first time the otter was getting his face stuffed with cock but he had a delicious amount of trouble getting it down there. Perhaps the otter found him to be a particular challenge. Or maybe there had been an uncharacteristic dry spell that ha now come to an end.

"Yeah, you know what do with it, boy, just keep swallowing."

Toki knew that the otter didn't really need that kind of instructions to do what he had been tasked with. He spoke such things for the mere joy of being able to talk dirty to the wrestler. He really needed to be put down a peg. The drake was more than happy to add that kind oftraining to the otter's regime. Such a shame that the otter's own coach didn't believe in such methods - at least as far as Toki knew to be the case. It was almost a shame. The otter sure could use a few more lessons in humility, even after he was through with this one. Maybe he really needed to talk to Coach Stanley about his student's terrible attitude.

He didn't want to think about that absentee bozo now that he had something more useful to do. If the otter didn't know how to deepthroat yet, he would be better off learning it very quickly.

"Quit slacking and get to it."

Toki saw the otter's very toes curl at the sound of the rude heckling coming from the dragon's mouth. He found it an amusing sight. The dragon treated the otter to a few extra humps for that. Wade harrumphed roughly.

"Come on, you are meant to suck it!"the dragon commanded. "Already forgot? Too many knocks on the head?"

The otter huffed around the penis in his mouth, as if he was trying to complain about the verbal treatment. He followed that with some awkward sucking motions that were equally noisy. Toki gave up his heckling and instead concentrated on flexing his hips. His thick draconian tail slapped about the wrestling mat's padded surface. The sexual stimulation was causing growing tension in his body, t he still kept it in check.

By now Wade had certainly realized that he had only one way to get out of this dilemma, and that consisted of servicing the dragon in any way he might want to. Fow now it involved taking that thick dick into his muzzle and to try not to choke when it bottomed out. The otter suspected he was doing that on purpose, too, the way that round tip just went in deep every now and then. For the most part he kept his thrusting more shallow and perhaps was trying to concentrate on rubbing the sensitive ridges on his tool along the otter's palate.

"Hmphgh!"

"Much more useful than just being a pain in the ass like you were before, boy."

Toki thought that this was an appropriate punishment. Ploughing the otter's maw was a suitable way to get rid of some of the frustrations that had grown through the day...probably through the week. Spending his days in the testosterone-soaked environment of the gym was could do many things to the dragon's sometimes burgeoning libido. It didn't help that he insisted his own trainees worked out without shoes, as per Toki's orders, and witnessing all this only added to the stimulating nature of his work. He might've enjoyed tempting himself to a degree but even his patience had its limits. The otter's terrible attitude created a desire, and now that he'd been proven to be a cocksucker, there was nothing that would stop him from doing what he wanted.

"That's right!"

He continued to hump the otter's maw. Toki made sure to curl his toes more firmly around Wade's ankles. It was an amusingly dominant way to remind the otter just what he had gotten himself into, plus the otter's strong legs felt nice under Toki's pads. He might've been a bastard but he was a strong one, which only made it more delicious for the dragon to lay his claim on him, with his feet if he had to.

He looked at the otter's confusedly wiggling toes and felt another surge of lust take him. He applied that into the thrusting of his cock into that mouthy boy. Wade's tail jumped in the air. Toki liked the sight of that too. It was almost as if poking his cock deeper into the otter's maw made that tail bounce. It was a curious connection he tried out a few times, humping away to see if he would find proof to the theory.

"Hmgh!"

"Now now...keep doing that or you'll get a spanking!" Toki threatened the otter almost playfully. "And then your ass will be as red as mine...but a lot more painful..."

He laughed at his own quip, which probably didn't please the otter working hard as a cock warmer for now.

"That's right," he thumbed along one of the otters' flat ears, "just think everyone who comes to to the gym barging in and seeing that glowing ass..."

The otter appeared to growl around Toki's cock, which the drake did not find unpleasant. It made him want to fuck Wade's mouth even more until his frothy cum would gurgle out of the otter's muzz. The sight wasn't too bad at the moment either. His glistening shaft pumped in and out of Wade's mouth, framed by the otter's surprisingly pink lips. Maybe the otter knew how to fuck after all. His cocksucking was improving with every moment spent on the job.

"There you go..." the dragon said in a patronizing tone. "Keep doing just that, boy."

The otter's clumsiness only made it sexier. Combined with the sight of his heaving body, it made the drake want to ram it into him from both ends. He'd just have to do one of them first.

"Eat that cock."

Toki's dominant huffs almost covered the otter's own sloppy noises. He was really starting to feel worked up, going at Wade's muzzle. It felt good on a level that went further than the physical pleasure. The otter's forced submission did a great deal.

"That's right. Take it, fishbiter."

Sometimes he pulled all the way out for the simple pleasure of looking at the indignant face the otter was making. Then it was back in, balls deep in that struggling muzzle.

"Good boy."

The dragon's growls grew in intensity with the speed of his thrusts. He was using the otter's face like he was fucking any other hole. By now it was just about as sloppy too, more or less, with spittle dribbling out of Wade's mouth along the thick shaft that kept seesawing back and forth in the young wrestler's unruly muzzle.

"Gonna make sure you remember this..."

The otter coughed and spluttered when the dragon cock was all so suddenly yanked out of his mouth. The seated dragon shifted back a little and moved the paw that had been used to hold Wade down on his crotch. Now he cupped Wade's chin and pulled it up, to show his ruddy, puzzled face with his muzzle still gaping open.

"Ha - "

Toki's free hand clasped his cock and gave it the few quick, tightly squeezed strokes that he still needed. The sight of the otter's face alone was enough to pull his trigger. The Coach let out a singular grunt that was then followed by a powerful blast of his cum. It hit the otter's mouth and likely the back of his maw as well since he was quick to cough and splutter with his lips pursed closed.

"Hngh..."

The cranky dragon was more than happy to hose the otter's face down with his smutty load. Either he was naturally talented or just very pent up, but the thick spurts came one after another. Fat drops clung to the otter's whiskers, even to his eyelashes, and the obscene globs covered a good amount of his cheeks with the masculine, sticky load that reeked of pure manhood.

Wade appeared shell shocked up to the point when Toki rubbed the last dredges of his load onto the otter's rubbery nosepad. He let out a sharp, surprised snort. It practically blew a cum bubble, the way his face was coated with the dragon's spooge.

"F-fuck!"

"Got something to tell me now, boy?" Toki questioned. "Like maybe an apology?"

The otter's tail gave an indignant bounce at being spoken to in such a manner.

"W-what?" the otter spluttered.

"For being a pain?" Toki stated.

"But you're the one who - "

"Just showing what happens to guys with no respect to their superiors...especially their coach," Tokeki said.

The otter made a face.

"You just fucked me!" Wade groaned.

Toki laughed.

"Not yet," the dragon said, "not yet..."

The otter yanked his head off from the dragon's grip and then tried to back out of his clutches. Strong toes clung to his legs even as he did so.

"Oh I don't think so," Toki said matter-of-fact.

He released the otter for the moment, but only enough that when Wade turned around and tried to crawl away, the dragon shuffled and landed on top of his legs. The otter let out a yelp.

"HEY!"

Toki grabbed Wade's shoulder and put the other paw to the small of his back.

"I think we both know what you really want, rudder boy," the drake grunted. "No need to shy away..."

"What're you doing?" the otter yelped.

The dragon pushed his claw against the otter's skin and pulled. The cloth tore on the sharpened edge, like paper.

"Hey!" Wade's ears went flat with the noise the dragon's claw made. "That's expensive!"

"I don't care..."

More of the lean lutrine back was revealed when Toki's hand moved, all the way to otter-ass that still squirmed with Wade's attempts at crawling out from under the drake sitting on top of him.

"Giving you what you want, and then some," Toki said.

The coach slapped down a good spank to Wade's jiggling brown cheeks. The otter chirped.

"Ow!"

"Didn't I promise you a red butt, boy?"

Toki tugged on the shoulder straps of the singlet.

"I didn't say I wanted one!" Wade chortled.

"I think it'll gonna look just good on you," Toki snorted. "Especially freshly fucked."

The singlet came down. This time the otter's unhappy wriggling only helped to accomplish that. Toki got it unrolled all the way to the unquestionably strong thighs. His tail popped free out of it and almost snapped onto Tokeki's snout. The drake chortled. He eyed the tail with the kind of a look that suggested he wanted to take a snap at it with his teeth.

"But - "

Toki took the otter's buns into a two-handed grab and spread Wade's ass cheeks apart. The otter let out a huff when he felt his muscles manipulated in such a rude manner, knowing just how exposed it was going to make him in the eyes of the dirty coach.

"Oooh - "

The dragon smirked at the sight of the otter's asshole.

"Well what are you hiding here..."

He slid his thumbs along the otter's springy butt cheeks and pushed claws towards the hole in question. Clawtips pressed down to the muscles and made the dimple wink rudely back at the coach.

"Looks surprisingly tight for someone who walks with their tail raised as high as you do..."

"I DO NOT!"

"We'll see, won't we?"

Toki slapped both halves of otter-butt before he finally released the rear in question.

"Just have to unwrap the rest of you."

The drake made a kissing noise with his lips before turning about. He had to get off the otter's legs so that he could pull the singlet off him completely. It ended up tossed aside.

"Watch it!" Wade yelped.

"Just a dirty piece of clothing..." Toki clicked his tongue.

He grabbed the otter's legs.

"HEY!"

He turned Wade around, still on his belly, and then flipped the otter over. A rather cross, cum-stained face glared up at the dragon. His healthy-sized erection flopped against his abs.

"No lying to me, boy..."

Wade spent only a brief moment getting rid of his own training pants and his jockstrap. He kicked both of them off without paying much heed to them. His ridged cock had lost none of its strength during the brief interlude. A fat drop of cum glowed at the tip, on top of his slit.

"Well I hope you're as ready as you claim to be," the dragon said, glaring down at the otter.

"I didn't say - "

Wade took a long, striding step to get over to Wade again. He grabbed his legs and pulled them up by the ankles. His tail was dancing and padding about again.

"You say a lot of things, boy."

The drake pushed the otter's ankles together. Wade stared in puzzlement at this. Toki was all chuffs when he stared at the padded otterfeet. The coach licked his lips while his thumbs massaged Wade's ankles.

"Hmm...your only luck is that you have some redeeming qualities..."

Toki pulled the otter's feet apart, like opening a sandwich, and then slapped his cock between the soft pads. He rumbled with pleasure at the sensation. especially when he pushed the feet together again, to apply some proper pressure at himself.

"W-what are you doing?"

The drake rubbed the otter's feet even when he gave a few quick humps between them.

"Gotta take care of your feet after standing on them all day and doing God knows what..."

"Y-you're fucking them!" Wade yelped.

The dragon's cock sliding back and forth truly sounded like he was doing just that. The feel of cum-stained ridges rubbing on footpads made the otter wriggle his toes in surprise.

"What the hell - "

"Can't a dragon have hobbies?" Toki grunted.

"Uhhh..."

"Maybe it'll even spare your ass, if I cum from just this..." the dragon huffed.

The otter gave him an incredulous look. This appeared to be entirely beyond his past sexual experience. The dragon coach just smirked at the sight.

"Though I might be kidding myself...that ass ain't gonna be left out..."

"F-fuck!" the otter complained.

"If you insist."

The dragon pulled his cock away and then swung one leg over to land his foot by Wade's head. Afterwards he pushed the otter's slim legs down towards his chest.

"Grab your ankles, boy," the dragon said.

"Uh - "

""Take them, kid, or I'll hold them for you. It'll be less fun that way."

Toki gave the otter's legs an additional push.

"Ow my back!"

"Thought you were agile...tut tut..."

The indignant otter took a hold of his ankles, despite the unhappy expression marring his face. Soon it turned it turned into a different kind of a look when Toki slapped his cock down against his now very much bare taint and ass crack. It smeared cum there and made the resulting grinding all that more slippery.

"Aren't you glad that the mat is padded?"

"Ff-fuck!" Wade growled.

"Sssshhh..."

Toki's cum was all the lubrication the otter was going to get for now. He decided that it would have to do. His ridges should do rest of the work and drill the way into Wade's upturned rump.

"I do wonder if you know what this position is called..." the drake observed. He continued to poke his smutty tip against the otter's clenching hole. "You should."

"I don't even know what you're doing!" Wade replied.

"Should figure out...sooon..."

The drake looked very much to be concentrating when he aimed himself down once more and then began to dip himself down with his knees. His hard cock was pressed directly onto the otter's hole and now with his weight behind it, the drake was about to burrow his way into Wade's ass.

"Ouppff!"

"...this is called the pile driver...you'll soon know why."

He saw the otters's eyes widen at the feel of the aggressive domed tip pushing against his pucker. The dragon's continued pushing immediately began to stretch him open.

"H-hey-offff..."

Wade bit down on his lip. The dragon wasn't doing any thrusting yet, but that big cock was making itself well known. It was obvious he wasn't going to stop until that thing was completely buried inside.

The position meant that he dominated the otter completely. Toki glared down at him, a big towering figure drilling into the bent over otter. His tail swung slowly behind him even now. He grinned at the sight of the otter's feet, over his head and wriggling in confusion, going back and forth with the tension that pulsed through his body from the position and the fact that he was going to get a dragon dick up his ass.

"Hush now...I already used that mouth, you can give it a rest now."

Wade's sharp teeth flashed. He was quick to bite them together when the dragon's cock began to gain more ground. Tokeki looked down at this amusing display, to see the topmost of his ridges burrowing through the otter's hole.

"Hmmph..." the drake chuffed. He decided that this kind of exercise was much more useful than the otter's clumsy wrestling. He might end up being sore in different places this way around..

"F-fuck you!"

Several draconian inches penetrated otter-ass, accompanied by a rude noise and a yelp. Toki's own grunt was victorious. He pushed more in without pulling out. Going in deeper was only more delicious. The otter's insides clenched down on him. He was quite strong back there as well, Toki had to admit. Him being such a pain made fucking him all that more fun. It gave it a proper sense of conquest instead of just picking up some hormone-flooded slab of meat to pound and pump.

"Hhsss..."

The coach had another trick to play. He swung his tail back for balance to allow himself to raise the foot close to Wade's head and then stomp it gently over the otter's face. Wade's shocked huff soon became just a curious, muffled moan when the huge foot made its home on his muzzle. His padded toes spread across chin and cheek and made the otter into a rest for his foot. It was a weighty presence not crushing, with the dragon's weight on his other foot and balanced out by his tail.

"That's right, boy..."

His footpads became slick and warm from the otter's quick breathing. It was a curious sensation the dragon enjoyed to its fullest. He hardly let it become a distraction from the main event, of churning his hot meat into the otter's raunchy guts. Doing it that way was incredibly erotic. His entire body worked like this, going up and down with his ass clenching and his legs and his back muscles doing their part to drive his cock inside the formerly feisty wrestler.

Toki's tail swung up and down in victory. Fucking the otter was fantastic fun. His utter submission under the horny coach drove him on to hump even harder into the hot, once tight hole. It appeared to be getting loose with every successful deep thrust that truly gave the sex position its name. Nothing seemed more appropriate than the kind of lewd pumping that ensued. The otter laid on the floor, holding onto his ankles all the while the dragon fucked his ass. He had been conquered in the middle of the wrestling mat, the one place where he had boasted himself to be the master. Toki felt extra pleasure for the fact that he had beaten him first in his own game and then proved that the otter was gonna regret it in other ways as well.

"Heh."

He chuffed only once. He was more concentrated in buttfucking the otter. That was probably enough in the way of heckling for the moment. His tail bounced and batted against Toki's stretched out leg while his ass got a good reaming from the barbed monster pistoning in and out of Wade's rear. He was going to make sure that the otter remembered just what kind of consequences playing games with the coach resulted in. Made to take cock up the ass and worship some prime feet was surely enough of a punishment.

He might even learn to think of it as something other than that, once the initial shock wore off, Toki thought, with pleasure.

"Just remember...kid...the second one always takes longer...to...pound out..." hissed the dragon.

Wade had no choice but to take it. He was being played under the dragon like an otter-shaped accordion. The noises he made were hardly polka music, but appropriate. The wrestler's own neglected dick and balls bounced back and forth with the pounding that came hard and fast, with increasing tempo. The raunchy treatment under the coaching dragon had not made him lose any of his arousal, Toki observed. That only added to his determination to fill that otter-butt with his cum. Wade might as well get a memento take with him once they were done. Just having it all over his face was not going to be enough for the coach who was determined to make sure that Wade would approach his wrestling practice with a new kind of motivation. One Mister Stanley really might have to rethink his own strategies.

The otter could take such humiliating use of his body for only so long. Along with the huge cock pumping his prostate continuously, the sheer pressure too might've been enough to trigger his climax. The thoroughly worked over otter moaned and whimpered against Toki's sole and became all the more tight around the otter's pumping dick. His tight balls churned when his load began to escape in sharp, watery bursts..

Toki watched it with joy. He might've gotten some of the spunk on his own foot and ankle, but that was hardly an issue for now. He just wanted to drop a good thick load of his own, and considering how tight the otter's scorching tunnel was, he didn't need all that much to get to that point either.

His tail jumped rigidly when the second orgasm of the night overtook the rough coach. His cum found a good receptacle in the otter's warm guts, pumped in with every thrust he continued to dish out on the poor otter's rump. Toki's victorious trill echoed off the ceiling of the training gym.

Wade panted into the warm mask that was the drake's foot on top of his face. His ass grew sloshy very quickly, with the big cock in there still pumping away. The drake didn't show any signs of stopping his rude act of buggery either. He continued lazy thrusts, hoping to add to the sloppy mess he so much wanted to make.

"And you got my foot..." the dragon huffed, "tsk tsk..."

He slithered his foot over the cummy puddle on Wade's chest and pushed the now dripping toes back where he thought they belonged, against the otter's lips.

"Lick up. You made it all messy."

For now, the otter obeyed his new coach's every order. If he was going to stray...then Tokeki was going to come up with ways to put him back on the right track.

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