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Zeal approached Ricky's door with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He knocked and then waited a moment for an answer.

The tiger's ears perk at the sudden sound and gets out of the chair at his desk. He then made his way to the door and opens it, greeted by a beefy, purple shark on the other side. "Oh, hey Zeal."

"May I enter? Jamie asked me to teach you some wrestling."

"Oh, uh, sure I guess," he said as he moved aside to let the shark in, closing the door behind him.

Zeal smiles and tosses the bag on the nearby bed. "Heard through the grapevine you like singlets, my friend," he mutters and gestures to the bag, "Pick one."

Ricky blushed and looked inside the bag. He found a variety of wrestling singlets of different colors, patterns, and sizes. "Hmmm...I'm pretty sure I know which size would fit me best..." He then picks a black one with an orange chest sweep pattern running from the left shoulder down to the right thigh. "This one looks kind of nice."

Zeal nods and pulls out a fish net singlet as he smiles and winks. "Hmm, good choice, tiger."

Ricky notices the fishnet singlet and chuckled nervously. "Oh boy...we haven't even started and already I know what you have in mind."

Zeal chuckled softly. "Go change, cub; then we'll have some fun," he said, rolling his shoulders.

Ricky felt butterflies in his stomach at the thought of having a chance to wrestle someone. "Yeah...o-ok." He starts to exit his room with his singlet but stops before reaching the door. "Question: Locker rooms?"

"No. We're wrestling in here." He smiles and starts to strip, eventually slipping on the singlet and making a show of it for the tiger's sake.

Ricky felt his face warm at the sight of the shark's more-or-less naked body. After quickly shaking off from being flustered for so long, he begins to change as well. Once he's down to at least his underwear briefs, he notices how his thinner but slightly muscular figure compares to the shark's larger and stronger form. "Now you're really embarrassing me."

Zeal chuckled and decided to pose. "Not embarrassed to learn...and play?" He purrs the last statement as he watches the tiger change, his eyes devouring Ricky on the spot.

As he tried to not let the shark's posing and teasing fluster him further, Ricky quickly slips out of his underwear and into his singlet, not caring too much if his teacher noticed anything. "If you say so, you hunk," he chuckled. He puts his paws on his hips and notices how his singlet is just tight enough that it's both form-fitting and somewhat revealing.

Zeal smiled and chuckled softly as he walked towards and around his student. "Greek Rome? Pro?" He then gestures to the bed, "Or a bit of home style?" He then tapped softly against the tiger's abs

As he watched the shark walk around and behind him, Ricky shuddered at the touch on his slightly soft midsection. "Any kind sounds fun, really," he replied, feeling himself blush even more. It was then he also noticed the shark gesturing to the bed. "That kind maybe."

Zeal shrugged and chuckled as he began to clear it off. "Good, good." He smiled and waited on the bed for his student, getting on his knees and ready for the tiger.

Ricky gets on the bed as well, also standing on his knees. As he did so, he still couldn't believe he'll finally get to do this, even if it might get messy. He takes a breath to calm his nerves and smirks. "So..."

The shark gestured for the tiger to raise his arms for a lock up. "Let's start with a test of strength, hmm?"

"Alright fish breath." He raised his arms for the lockup, knowing this is how most wrestling matches start off. After locking fingers with the shark, he pushed as hard as he could against the shark's larger arms.

"Home style cub; let's see what you got!" Zeal added a bit of push to test the tiger. He was going very easy on Ricky, but slowly building strength and power, grunting softly and with a smile on his face.

He tried to counter the shark's building force against his arms, grunting and gritting his teeth as he did so. He felt his arms give some, but tried to keep up against the shark, shifting his weight forward, hoping that would help. He had a look of determination in his eyes and tried to keep focus on the shark's, making sure he kept breathing despite the struggle.

Zeal wasn't giving an inch, but he could feel the tiger efforts as he slowly started to push back. "You feel that cub," he said, huffing a breath in his ear as his chest pressed against the tiger.

He could feel Zeal's arms pushing his back, almost fluidly as if Ricky wasn't doing anything. But soon, he then noticed when they were rubbing chests how much larger the shark's pecs were compared to his; they were practically pushing him back now rather than the shark's arms. He felt his heart race as Zeal came closer and whispered in his ear, trying not to let his sultry voice make him feel like jelly. Despite this, he continued to push back, but could feel himself tiring out quickly rather than making progress.

Zeal knew he had the tiger as he continued to push. He could tell Ricky had the guts and drive for a wrestler. As he quickly let go, he went in for a bear hug, arms wrapping around the tiger's waist and lifting him up in a powerful squeeze.

Ricky found Zeal could easily lift him up, as he was much lighter than the shark. He tried to hold back a mewl as he felt those bulging muscles against his waist and crushing his sides. He felt himself harden at the touch, his member rubbing underneath against the singlet. Trying to ignore his arousal and unsure how to counter, he goes to grab at the shark's waist while in the air.

Zeal clicked click his tongue against his teeth. "Head cub," he hinted. He then got off the bed with the tiger still in his grip and began to parade around the room with him to show off the strength difference.

Ricky became a little frustrated and embarrassed as Zeal carried him around the room being a showoff. Taking the hint, he moved his arms up and around the shark's head and pulled down. Realizing that his legs were simply flailing, he tensed them up and jabbed a knee to the shark's gut, though wasn't sure how much this affected his tighter midsection; at best, he would attempt to force him to break the hold.

Zeal coughed roughly from that knee strike, being forced to let go of the cub as it caught him off guard.

Ricky felt the pressure around his waist and back give and dropped to the floor, landing on his feet. He took a moment to balance himself and catch his breath, trying to ignore the twinge in his back from the bearhug. He then got low and raised his arms up in a defensive stance, shaking his head to get his mind out of the gutter. At most, he figured he could try to counter what Zeal dished out for now.

Zeal grunted and goes to quickly grab the tiger for another lockup, this time looking to put Ricky in a side headlock, making sure to tighten his abs so he wouldn't be forced to let go this time.

Ricky accepts the lockup, but quickly let go and makes his way behind the shark to attempt a three-quarter nelson hold, given that they are at least around the same height.

Zeal expected this and dropped out of Ricky's attempt, countering with a full nelson; after all, he had much more experience than the tiger.

He notices Zeal swing around him as soon as he was about to lock up. Next thing he knew, he felt his arms being lifted above his head and a sudden pressure against the back of his head, letting out a growl at the impact. He also felt the shark's body pressed fully against his back and his arms beneath his armpits. "Damn! Thought that would work."

Zeal grunted as he tried to force the tiger to his knees, pressing his body and groin against him as he does a little humiliation, dry-humping that spandex-clad butt and nibbling at the tiger's ears.

Ricky felt the shark's more-or-less exposed groin grind against him, trying to keep from moaning but ended up letting one slip. He soon felt those sharp teeth lightly nibble his ears; this time he couldn't help but moan, and even giggled some as that warm breath brushed his skin under his fur. He felt his member bulging against his singlet again and instinctively began to rub his butt against the shark's bulge. Next thing he knew, he felt his knees begin to buckle and tried to push upward; he wasn't going to let Zeal's foreplay get the best of him, even if he was pushing as many buttons as he can.

Zeal would smile from those moans as he doubled his efforts. He didn't know the tiger fully, but he knew how to press his buttons on damn near everyone. He felt the tiger try to get back up, but applied his weight and form into play, pressing Ricky down on his belly back on the bed.

Ricky tried to wrap his leg around the shark's to trip him up, but was too far gone at the shark's foreplay to focus on much of anything. He grunted as soon as he felt the soft bed against his belly as the heavier shark pressed down on top of him.

Zeal smiled and grunted, continuing his little hump and grind before trying to shift the hold to a camel clutch.

Ricky moaned and grunted as the shark grinded against him, soon feeling some pre leaking out from all the pleasure. Realizing he was face-down on the bed, he tried to buck the shark off him with his rump, slamming his butt against the shark's groin using all the strength he had in his pelvis and thighs. "You like my ass big guy? Have some more!"

Zeal was forced to let go, though ended up getting a hard-on from all that grinding. He growled and chuckled. "Nice moves."

Ricky looked back and gave a sly grin, getting back on his knees. "Thanks!"

Zeal got back on his knees and rolled his shoulders, growling as he cracks his neck. "You ready for more, cub?"

It was then Ricky noticed Zeal's arousal and figured the shark could see his as well. He then rolls his shoulders too and smirks, looking at his teacher right in the eye. "You bet your ass."

Zeal came at the cub for a tackle, trying to spear him to the mattress.

After getting a better grasp on how wrestling works, Ricky would try to stand his ground against the shark's spear tackle. He grunts and lets out a whoosh of air as his teacher's shoulder smacks against his belly, making him double-over the shark's shoulder but still kept his body firmly in place. He then tried to dip underneath the shark to flip him on his back to pin him.

Zeal had his student under him but growled deep after being flipped. He counters by moving to a full guard position, using his weight to his advantage here to keep them grounded. "Good, Ricky..."

Ricky growls when he found himself hardly able to move from the guard. He would try to break one arm free to grab at his teacher's arm and use his legs to try opening up the shark's legs around his waist.

He growled playfully at seeing his student try to pass the guard, soon flipping them back around using his legs so he would be on top. Zeal then goes to grapevine his student, wrapping his legs around Ricky's and pinning his shoulders down against the bed. As their groins touch, he began to grind against the tiger. "Having fun?"

"Oh yeah." Ricky panted at the sudden wave of ecstasy with the shark's full form sprawled and grinding on top of him, but still keeps himself from melting entirely. Realizing how close they were to each other in this hold, he leans up closer to his teacher closer and plants a deep kiss right on those fish lips.

Zeal growled and continues to grind, slowly kissing back at the tiger to cause him a bit of kiss drunk and send him over the edge as he pins the tiger's arms above his head.

Ricky moaned and panted between kisses. He tensed up beneath the larger shark rubbing his muscular body all over him and holding him against the bed. He wasn't sure how to break this pin, but he figured he wouldn't win from the start. All he could do was buck against the shark's groin in response to get him to blow first.

Zeal smiled and quickly stops his grinding, sitting up and turning himself around to pin the tiger's pecs with his butt. He then began to lightly punch the cub's abs.

Ricky tightened his abs as much as he could against the shark's assault on his belly. He let out a whoosh of air with each strike, though with difficulty with his teacher's weight on top of his lungs. He would counter by slipping his arms from underneath the shark's legs and gut punched in return, though somewhat awkwardly, while also groping at his bulge when he could.

The teacher grunted and murred from those gropes and punches. He soon began to squeeze the tiger's package, slowly pawing him off while putting his feet in front of his nose.

The tiger continued to grope and squeeze at his teacher's package, panting and moaning as his was getting groped as well. He felt himself pre a little but refused to blow his load so soon. He then noticed Zeal's feet in front of his face and did what cats do best: lick them. He slowly rubbed his rough tongue against the shark's soft feet, trying to ignore any stench that may be coming off of them.

He chuckled and rolled his neck; this tiger was a good sub, but he failed to realize something: The shark had planned for this. He dug heels closer to that nose and then got off the tiger, though not before delivering a heavy gut punch.

Ricky felt the shark's feet press further onto his face, taking in the full stench. The tiger felt a brief moment of ecstasy until a sharp pain smashed against his gut.

"MMMMFFF!!!"

He couldn't tighten up in time nor let out any remaining air in his lungs from the impact.

The huge lug finally released his weight off of him and the tiger gasped as he did so. All he could do was let his head drop back and cover his belly with his paws as he panted; he hoped the shark would spare him a moment to catch his breath.

Zeal did just that, but only for a moment. He goes to grab the tiger's head and lifts him up to his feet as the shark got behind him, looking to put him in a rear naked choke.

He felt the shark grab the top of his head, pulling on his hair some. Still dazed, he soon felt his back pressed against the shark's chest in a rear naked choke. Reacting to the sudden pressure against his windpipe and the back of his head, Ricky grabbed at the shark's arms to try pulling them off, focusing any energy he had left in him on breaking the choke.

Zeal tightened up the choke, slowly grinding against the tiger as he breathes he breaths into the cub's ears. "Do you feel that pressure? Do you feel the pleasure and heat?" He growls and nibbles on the same ear.

Ricky felt his vision fade as the shark put more pressure against his windpipe. The only thing keeping him awake is the shark's voice in his ear and the sensual, tickling sensation as he nibbled his ear, plus the shark's bulge grinding against his rump. He could barely moan because of the choke; the only thing Ricky could do now was tap out.

Zeal let the tiger go, but kept Ricky standing up as he slowly removed the top part of his singlet, so he would be bare-chested. He bridged the dazed tiger backwards and trapped his head between his thighs, slowly rolling his hips to have the cub nose deep in his groin, making him see nothing and only smell his musk. He gave a few light punches to the tiger's gut to drive the air out before executing the pedigree onto the bed, grinding against that muzzle for a humiliating pin.

Ricky felt Zeal take off the top part of his singlet, too dazed to do much of anything. He soon found himself bent backwards and a face full of shark crotch and musk, barely able to stand on his own; the only thing keeping him standing was the shark holding him for the move. He felt another assault on his belly on his somewhat tightened bare abs. He breathed heavily and grunted against the shark's groin with each hit, soon his arms were flopped over his chest before his back was slammed against the bed, driving the shark's crotch deeper onto his face. He took in the shark's musk as he grinded against his face, huffing in his manly scent.

Zeal continued to grind against the tiger and does a slow count while pawing off the tiger.

As Ricky gave muffled moans from having his junk groped, he began to lick and suckle at the shark's balls through his revealing singlet while rubbing his paws over whatever he could reach on the shark's muscular frame.

Zeal flexed and murred as he continued the slow jerkoff. "Good cub...who is your teacher?" He made sure his student smelled nothing but his scent.

Ricky moaned against the shark's groin as he continues to pleasure him. "You are...you're a...good teacher..." He decided to give the shark's hard on some attention and begins to jerk him off slowly through the fishnet singlet, while also using his other paw to slip underneath his teacher's singlet near his pecs, giving him a little nipple play.

He murrs as he continues to jerk off the tiger, breathing a bit heavy as his nipples got hard. Zeal punched that exposed gut a few more times again, but kneaded them hard between each punch.

The tiger wasn't sure if he felt sweat, pre, or a mix of both dribble in his mouth from the shark's crotch, but when he felt the shark knead his abs, he knew what was coming and tightened up. Yet he still felt the full impact of the punches and huffed right into the shark's smelly groin.

If that's how the shark wants to play, he'll give him the same treatment back! He moved his paw away from Zeal's nipples and gave the shark's abs a rub-down before giving him a few punches in return.

Zeal grunted and murred at those punches, even if they did come at him a bit awkwardly because of Ricky's current position. "Still got fight cub, good," he cooed as he sped up jerking off the cub.

Ricky felt Zeal's hand move faster around his cock and began to moan louder, though still muffled under the shark. He felt himself about to blow his load, but wanted them to cum at the same time. He then sped up jerking his teacher off as well, grabbing as much of his cock as he could through the tight, net-like fabric.

Zeal murred and shuddered; he was getting close, but he knew he already won this fight as he starts to pre a river. "J-Just cum when you're ready," he huffed.

Ricky felt his paw get wet from the pre, some of which soaking through the shark's singlet and dripping into his mouth, swallowing any that made it in. Hearing that his teacher was getting close as well, the tiger bucked as he was about to blow his load. He moaned loudly, almost roaring, though muffled, as he soaked cum all over the shark's hand and through his singlet. He shook with each orgasm, hoping that he timed his climax with Zeal's.

Zeal climaxed as well as he shuddered, nearly collapsing on tiger. He shakes a bit as his singlet is drench in cum and sweat, most of it getting on the tiger. "Fuck...Aaagghh!" He howls and suddenly transforms into a 6' 9" werewolf, blushing afterwards as he panted.

Ricky felt Zeal's weight shift and increase rapidly as his scales began to grow fur, his tail change shape, and his muscles began to grow rapidly. He then hears a howl and realizes what happened once the former shark orgasmed, feeling his cum dripping all over his body and into his mouth. Exhausted, messy, drained, and not caring that he got dominated, he would lazily start petting the wolf. He muffled as he petted the now wolf Zeal above him. "Awww, now you're a cute pupper."

He flopped next to the tiger and blushed, his chest heaving up and down as he panted heavily and letting his body relax.

Ricky gasped as he's finally able to breath after what felt like an eternity, breathing heavily as well as his chest rose and fell as he stays flat on his back.

"Fuck...I apologize; I am werewolf, if you didn't notice."

"No, it's...it's fine...I actually...find it interesting..." he panted between breaths, completely exhausted after what happened.

Zeal smiled and patted the tiger's abused abs. "You can keep the singlet; looks good on you." He slowly sat up and groaned, turning his head towards the feline. "If you're ever interested in fighting some more, just say the word."

Ricky tightened instinctively upon seeing the werewolf move towards his abs, but relaxed after he patted them. He managed to support himself up with his forearms, looking down at the cum-drenched singlet. "Guess I have no choice," he chuckled, looking towards the wolf. "Thanks for letting me do this...it seems I can never get an opportunity to do so..." He then tries to sit upright, but with difficulty because of his abused abs.

"No problem, you have the body for this, and the mind," he complimented with a smile, "Just need some training and build up experience; that's all." Zeal groaned from the post-match and post-transformation soreness as he pulled the tiger close to him.

He snuggles up to the larger wolf, though groaned as well from this new abuse to his body. "So I've been told...I'll pick it up eventually," he said, rubbing his face against the wolf's fur. "By the way, how long 'til this wears off?"

"Hmm...I truly don't know, honestly; I lasted a week once," he said with a shrug, petting the tiger.

He chuffed at the petting, letting the afterglow sink in for a few moments before he spoke. "Oh wow."

"Yeah. My alpha is a giant were-bear." He snickers. "The fucking walking carpet..."

He giggles. "I'm sure he's cute though."

"Depends on what you call cute," he chuckled as he nuzzles the feline.

"I think you could guess why as soon as I started coming here regularly," he giggled as he blushed.

The werewolf chuckled, yawning a bit.

Ricky looked around, noticing how messy he was how musky the room smelled. "Heh, I think we should probably shower soon."

Zeal smiled and gets off the bed, picking up and carrying his student with ease. As he did so, Ricky allowed himself to flop like a ragdoll in his teacher's arms, though holds on as they made their way to the showers to clean up and soothe their aching muscles from their night of fun.