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The melancholic ring of the school bell echoed throughout the empty halls, notifying everyone and anyone still left in the building, that it was five o clock. The university was fairly empty around this time, with almost no one besides you walking in the quietness of the large studying complex. The afternoon classes were already over, and all who were still left were either staff, people taking exams, or club members, still doing their regularly scheduled activities within the campus.

You didn't fall into any of these categories however and were still here for one reason only, and that was, that you had forgotten your math notebook into the gym locker after PE. There was a test in matrix-algebra next week, and you definitely needed your carefully crafted notes in order to properly study for it. The course had been already challenging enough as it was, and you definitely didn't want to retake it the following year. And so, you were on your way towards the gym, your paws thumping in steady rhythm against the concrete floor as you walked through empty halls and quiet corridors.

Having walked your way almost throughout the entire campus, you finally reach the gym, the door to the locker room now at the end of the hall to your right. Adjusting the straps of your backpack you make your way towards the male locker room, already from a distance able to tell that there were people inside it. Sounds of laughter and loud talking reached your ears, growing stronger the closer you got to the slightly rusted metal door. And now that you think about it, the school's football team was supposed to have practice this afternoon, practice, which would have just ended. You had actually been hoping the locker room to be empty, so you wouldn't get caught up in anything unnecessary on your quest to retrieve the notebook. But well, seeing how you had already made your way here, it would've made zero sense to turn away. Determinedly, you set your paw on the cold steel pipe, acting as the handle for the creaky door.

Opening the door, you are greeted by the loud heckling and a strong smell of male musk drifting out from the stuffy space. Never mind that the locker room always smelled of sweat, but this time, the scent was much more potent and for sure, fresh off the body of some sweaty male. You wrinkle your nose at the pervasive stench, your nostrils not fully appreciating the aroma tickling them. Thank god you were only going in for a quick dip. In and out, nothing more, you reassured yourself. Taking one last breath of fresh air, you slip inside the lively-sounding locker room.

The stench of multiple males' sweat tickles your nose as you venture deeper inside the noisy locker room. You quietly sneak past the first two rows of lockers, not seeing a single soul, but well hearing the cheerful voices echoing in the stuffy space. This leads you to believe that all the members of the football team were occupying the very last row of lockers, the one closest to the showers, and coincidentally or not, the same row along which the locker containing your notebook also resided. Not overly eager to meet with the jocks of the football team, you hesitantly make your way towards the showers, visualizing the execution of the notebook-grabbing in your head. The miscellaneous sounds from the football team grow louder as you approach the last row, your tuft-tipped ears able to make out speech and different voices talking. Reaching the last row of lockers, you bring your paws to a halt and take a deep breath before carefully turning the corner.

You can almost feel the fresh wave of male musk wash over you, as you now look upon, what seems to be the entire football team of your school. There are at least a dozen of them, some of whom you vaguely recognize from some of the football games you had attended as a viewer. Species-wise they were a very diverse group, the members' species ranging from wolves to bulls, dragons to bears, and anything in between. The one thing all of them had in common, was that they were big, muscular, and, at the moment, nearly naked.

You were not that adept at interacting with this particular breed of students. Loud, rude, and not taking too kindly of others who didn't match their IQ or body type. Notorious of thinking with their muscles or their dick rather than their brain. This was your stereotypical idea of a jock. A stereotype, more than one of the big males currently before you easily affirmed. Among all the big and muscular student-athletes, a lynx of your size and posture stuck out like a sore thumb for sure.

It took a while for any of the jocks to notice your presence since you had been so quiet in making your way over to them. As soon as the jock nearest to you, a towering husky noticed your presence, the big male's cheerful grin quickly turned to a defensive and questioning stare, which he directed towards you. The big canine then tapped one of his teammates, who also noticed you, joining the husky with his own, nasty glare. This pattern was quickly repeated across the locker room, the cheerful small talk and resounding laughter dissipating from the cramped space in a heartbeat, replaced by a hostile and uncanny silence.

Trying your best not to mind their hostile stares, you quickly and quietly make your way over to the locker you had been using during PE, which, to your great relief, seems unoccupied. Opening the squeaky metal door, you now gaze upon the seemingly empty contents of the locker, double, even triple checking all the dark corners of the metallic container for your notebook, which is nowhere to be seen. You are puzzled. It is for certain that this was the locker you had been using, but then, where was the notebook. Maybe some student had noticed after your PE class and taken it to the lost-and-found. Or maybe--

"Hey!" You suddenly hear a low voice from behind you and see a sturdy, grey forearm getting slammed onto the adjacent locker, a big shadow now looming over your relatively small figure.

You slowly turn around, holding your back as close to the locker as possible, facing the wolf jock who is leaning over you. His armpit right on the level with your face, you can easily make out his characteristic wolf odor from the pool of different smells present in the space.

"What do you think you are doing here..?" The wolf asks in a controlled, but yet somehow hostile tone, leaning his big, mean muzzle even closer to yours.

"I-I-I c-came to get my notebook! I-I l-left it here during PE!" You stutter, your eyes darting all over the place as you try to scope out any possible escape routes while your heart beats as if you had just run a marathon.

Upon hearing your words, a sly smile is spread on the dark canine's face. The wolf reaches down inside his jockstrap with his other paw, pulling out what unmistakably is your notebook. It has the doodles on the cover and everything. "You wouldn't happen to mean THIS notebook...?"

Completely befuddled by why and how your notebook had been in the wolf jock's underwear, you can't make up a response to the bigger male's question right away. "Y-Yes! That's my notebook... C-could you please give it to me..?"

The big wolf smiles and there is some chuckling by the other players in the locker room, as the big canine holds your notebook in his paw. "Did you hear that guys? He said "please"." There is some more laughter.

The wolf pushes himself off the lockers with his forearm, and sits back on the bench in front of you, the smug smile unwaveringly remaining on his face.

"How about... You show me your cock and I'll give you back your notebook..." The wolf says after a short period of silence, the smile on his face growing even wider.

"W-what?!" You respond, understandably confused by the canine's brazen suggestion.

"You see, none of us has seen a naked lynx before, and we would like to know what kind of dick you are hiding inside those pants." The wolf explains, some of the nearby jocks having a hard time holding back their laughter.

Fully aware that you are being teased, you still take a moment to think about it. Surely caving into the wolf's demands would be the fastest and easiest way of doing things, but eventually, you still consider showing off your privates too awkward, especially with this many people around. "...No..." You say quietly, and it looks like the wolf fully expected you to say that.

"Well, then you can't have it!" He says tauntingly, tossing your notebook over to the big dragon on the other side of the room. The big scalie immediately opened the thin booklet, reading out loud: "The introduction to variance analysis using complex matrix algebra... Wow, I think our pussy here is a nerd!"

The dragon then tossed it over to a bull terrier a few feet away, who also briefly flipped through the pages. "This paper would be better suited to wiping my armpits!" He chuckled, holding the book open and wiping both his pits with it, very much to the amusement of the other jocks.

You can only stand still in silence as the jocks toss your notebook around, each saying some lame, sarcastic remark and passing the camo-green-covered bound booklet off to the next team member. Jocks really were just as bad as you had perceived them as. The juvenile act unfolding in front of you would've been more in place in upper-secondary school, or perhaps even high school, but as it seemed, jocks were jocks despite the institution or grade they were in.

The last to hold your notebook, a broad-shouldered rottweiler, accidentally tossed it to a nearby locker, from where it landed onto the floor, ending their short-lived game of keep-away. As none of the team members makes an effort to get the notebook from the floor, you take a few steps to your left and bend over to pick up your belonging from the wet floor tiles, completely oblivious to the shadow which crept up towards you from behind.

Just as you bend over, you feel a pair of paws grabbing the lining of your pants. Before you can say or do anything, your pants, as well as your underwear, are pulled down to the floor, leaving your spotted rump completely visible for everyone in the room. Clutching the notebook in your paws, you straighten out your back and look around yourself in a flustered manner while the football team burst out laughing again. Your face is flushed red as you realize your cock is also entirely visible, and you quickly bring your notebook down to cover your privates from the jocks' curious eyes.

In order to hide your bare ass, you turn your back towards the lockers, now ending up face-to-face with the same dark-furred wolf jock from before, who possessively places his paw onto the locker closest to you, again leaning closer to your smaller feline frame while smiling mischievously.

"Now that you got your precious notebook back... Think you could show me what you're hiding behind it..?" He asks, the unsettling tone of his voice sending shivers down your back and all the way up to the tufts of your ears.

Already feeling the effects of the bigger male's intimidation, you find yourself actually considering showing your cock to them, just so this could be over with and you could finally leave with your slightly abused notebook. No! In the end, you decide not to give in to the wolf's demands and shake your head carefully.

"Please...?" The wolf asked, his voice all the more threatening.

For the second time, you shake your head.

"Your choice..." The wolf mutters, shifting his gaze and giving a nod to the nearby bull, who quietly stands up from the bench, the bulge on his jockstrap jiggling as the large bovine extends himself to his full stature.

Again, before you can do or say anything to protest, the big wolf has grabbed you by the waist and easily flings your feline body on the nearest bench, the fur of your rump slamming onto the wooden seating with expected harshness. Now sitting in the middle of the locker room, you feel the bull grabbing your shoulders from behind and the strong bovine forces you to lie down on your back, easily being able to hold you down with his muscular arms. Next, the horned athlete ran his big hands down to your wrists and yanks your paws off from over your crotch, your notebook falling onto the floor in the midst of things. Before you even realize it, your paws are being held behind your head, which leaves the wolf jock free to explore your cock with his eyes.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?" He asks as you struggle in the bull's firm grip, the bovine jock's strong arms not giving you a chance to free yourself.

The other jocks start gathering around as the wolf sitting between your legs reaches out towards your exposed malehood. A shivery gasp leaves your lips as the claw of the wolf's index finger trails up your flaccid shaft. Your body shivers, your unsuspecting genitals reacting to the unfamiliar touch of the imposing male canine.

"What a cute little dick you have..." The wolf mutters, holding your shaft between his thumb and index finger, gently swaying the flaccid lynx cock in his hand. Quickly, you begin to feel strange from getting touched, this being the first instance of anyone else touching your genitals, the sensation of the wolf's intruding fingertips tickling your shaft in a weirdly pleasant way. The other members of the football team get closer and closer, forming a tight circle around you, the wolf and the bull, more and more curious and hungry gazes getting directed towards your exposed lower body.

Don't look at me... You quietly whisper in your mind, desperately wanting to cover your eyes from the embarrassment of having your cock handled in front of so many people.

The wolf callously moves his fingers down from your shaft, cupping both of your full bobcat balls in his palm, gently rubbing them together while observing your reaction. A strange sting runs through your waistline, your cock twitching just above the dark canine's closed fist. The wolf's expression quickly changes, and he elatedly raises his eyebrows, looking like he has just found something interesting. He swiftly moves his paw back up to grab a hold of your shaft, now starting to jerk it up and down in a relatively rough manner while you're still unable to voice a protest.

"Let's see how big you are when you are hard!" The wolf chuckles, unashamedly jerking you off while the rest of the football team watched in close quarters.

You gasp as your dick starts reacting to the sudden stimulation, the beating of your heart accelerating as it begins to pump the warm feline blood down, into your hardening shaft. The big furry fist moves up and down over your member, slowly coaxing it to grow harder and harder with each crude stroke. You are left feeling greatly perplexed in the paws of the wolf, your body and mind locked in a heated argument over whether you should feel aroused by this or not.

Despite the demeaning circumstances, your body responds accordingly to the big wolf's right paw, your member soon fully erect and throbbing against the palm of the big canine. Releasing his grip from your hardened shaft, the dark-furred jock looks upon his creation, appearing more than just pleased. You want to struggle, but you don't, knowing it wouldn't work anyway. The rest of the jocks also squeeze their big and muscular bodies closer towards you, everyone now hungrily staring at your confused erection.

Flapping his ears, the wolf takes a quick look at each of the other team members around him. A content and self-gratified expression on his face, the big canine asks: "Alright boys. What is the verdict?"

There is a deep silence in the locker room, the only sound you hear being that of your own heart beating as your genitals were being evaluated. Eventually, one of the jocks, a near 8ft tall giraffe, spoke out.

"Well, not that bad... For a nerd's cock."

The others seem to be agreeing with their spotted friend, nodding their heads in agreement. "Yeah! Not quite like a REAL cock, but it is ok."

Again, there is some murmuring in agreement.

"Thought so!" The wolf says, leaning his wide, muscular upper body over your slender figure, getting you completely covered in his shadow. "I bet you've never seen a real cock before..." The wolf whispers, gently flicking your erect shaft with his middle finger, making your body twitch underneath him.

Swiftly retracting his torso and sitting up straight on the bench, the wolf takes another look at his surrounding teammates. "What do you think guys? Should I show him a REAL cock?" The wolf says, smiling mischievously. The big males in a ring are all nodding their heads, the same kind of smile eventually spreading onto all of their faces. "Alright then..."

With your hands locked above your head, you can't get a proper look at the wolf as you are only able to crane your neck to bring your chin to your chest, the bovine jock still holding you down against the bench. You catch a glimpse of the big male canine shuffling something by his waist before he turns his smirking face towards you, a chill running down your spine immediately.

"Take a good look nerd, this is what a real COCK looks like..."

You watch as the wolf stands up to his full length, his strong legs set astride the narrow bench you were laying on. The grey canine was rocking a big, heavy-looking bulge on his elastic jockstrap, both his paws set on each side of the wobbling mound. Flashing you a smug smile, the wolf slowly pulls aside the restricting cloth, revealing his massive canine jockcock. Even when flaccid, the shaft was easily bigger than yours, hanging long and thick between the canine's thighs. The heat rushes to your cheeks as you look at the big, dark male organ between the wolf's legs, it no more only being the size of his dick that intimidates you, but also the smell. The pungent male musk of the wolf hovers around your muzzle, easily overpowering the smell of his teammates and establishing itself as the most potent smell in the locker room. And with the alluring stench creeping up your nostrils, you can't go without noticing the big pair of wolf testes, most likely the source of the strong male odor, hanging just behind the gargantuan shaft.

"Well?" The big wolf asks, grabbing his hanging trunk stuffer in his right paw and gently stroking the impressive length.

You are unsure if he really wants an answer or not, but it was not like you would have anything to say to such an impressive jockcock, so you decide to remain quiet.

"Yep! That's the effect my cock has on nerds..." The wolf grunts, flexing his muscles as if he had just performed an athletic feat. "So do you think you can take it?"

W-WHAT!?!? The burly canine predator seems to thoroughly enjoy the shocked reaction on your feline face.

"Well seeing as you don't yourself have a REAL cock, I figured you would at least be able to TAKE a real cock?" The wolf chuckles, continuing to stroke his shaft which is slowly getting harder as it fills up with more and more blood. "You seem to have a nice, fuckable ass for a nerd." The wolf says, suddenly grabbing both your buttocks with his big paws and giving them a light squeeze. "How about you at least try taking my dick?"

Your mouth hangs half-open as you try to come up with words to describe your confusion, your brain locking itself up over the ludicrous proposal. It didn't help that you were still fully erect, surrounded by jocks and that the wolf continued to grope your ass, driving his claws dangerously deep into your crease. This wasn't at all what you had hoped or expected when coming in to retrieve your notebook. Was this wolf jock really about to have his way with you? You feel frightened, a rush of different emotions flooding your mind as you are held down on the bench. Somewhere in the midst of that rush, you also experience the feelings of curiosity and arousal, and somewhere even deeper you feel... need. More precisely, a need to be violated with that enormous wolf dick; A desire you never even knew existed inside your head until now. A desire to be fucked.

It seemed that you took too long to decide, so the big wolf ends up deciding for you. The hulking canine seats himself back on the bench, grabbing a hold of both of your shins with his big paws and raising your legs up towards the roof, holding them up in a V shape in front of his broad, furry chest. Dumbfounded, you shoot a dismayed gaze up towards him from between your stuck-out spotted hind limbs, to which he responds with that cheeky grin of his. The bigger male enjoys watching the expression on your face change, as the tip of his nearly erect canine butt baton grazes your bobcat cheeks. Your body instinctively tenses itself up, the unfamiliar touch to your rump sparking a strange sensation deep inside your loins.

"I don't think I've ever fucked a lynx before..." The wolf jock says, gently rocking his grey hips back and forth on the bench, his warm tip prodding against the spotted fur of your buttocks.

What was this? You find yourself getting excited, the pace of your breath accelerating, your heart beating faster and louder than almost ever before, your, in comparison, small cock twitching restlessly as the member of a bigger male is gently knocking on your back door. Never mind that there are a dozen people around, you are aroused out of your mind as your anal virginity is about to get claimed by a member of the football team. It was the wolf. Something about his determined tone and dominant demeanor totally pushed your buttons, no matter how much you wanted to fight it. A mere thought of his cock getting stuffed inside your virgin tailhole sends shivers down your spine and makes your erection throb all the more vigorously. You don't know if you can take it, but it doesn't change the fact you want it.

"Ok, I'm putting it in. Deep breaths kitty!"

Wait! No! You are struck by the heat of panic, a sudden feeling of needing some more mental preparation before your hole is pene--

The canine athlete makes a quick thrust with his hips, punching his sizable cockhead right through your anus, the gargantuan size tearing open your, previously untouched hole. All the thoughts you have in your head, as well as the words of protest stuck in your throat, are shattered away with the big breeding tool getting forcefully shoved into your shitter. You moan as the rigid cockhead penetrates your ring, your own, rock-hard erection twitching helplessly between your raised legs. Your ability to think straight vanishes as more inches of the canine's intruding phallus slip inside your ass.

After what feels like a small eternity, and after your hole has dilated what feels like two or three inches, you finally feel a small nudge and the wolf cock stops moving inside you. A feverish and somewhat strained moan leaves your lips, your entire body trembling violently in the aftermath of the penetration. The inside of your ass feels full, but not all that unpleasantly as you thought. Maybe the wolf wasn't that well endowed after all.

"Easy kitty... That was just the tip..." The wolf jock grumbles.

Your eyes widen in shock as the wolf starts moving again, his tip which was only acquainted with your entrance a few seconds ago starting to venture deeper down your rectal canal. You are unable to stop the moans from leaving your mouth, as the girthy colon-stabber invades even more of your untouched rectal space, spreading your tender anal walls apart as it moves deeper and deeper into the tightness of your tunnel. The feeling of fullness inside your hole is already overwhelming, and there still seems to be no stop for the length of the canine jock's monstrous breeding pole. You moan and squirm between the two jocks, all of the other big males eagerly following the remarkable penetration act from a close distance.

"Ok! That's about halfway in. Now just take the rest and we are good." The wolf says, shattering any of your lingering hopes of this being over soon.

Your mouth is forced open by a torrent of different moans as the last five to seven inches of the canine jock's gargantuan member start to sink inside your trunk. It feels like your ass is getting split in half, only that the excruciating pain is slowly getting overpowered by an even stronger sensation of pleasure, emanating from somewhere deep inside your loins. The rest of the canine muttmeat slowly lurches its way inside your rectal cavity, your body feeling every twitch and jerk of the gigantic jock phallus. Centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, the massive canine shaft disappears inside your ass, and you can almost swear you are able to see some bulging on your furry abdomen during the last few.

The big wolf finally grunts, his hips tapping against your ass as he bottoms you out with his wolfcock. With watery eyes, you gaze past your own cock, confirming that the wolf is indeed fully inside you, the tip of his member lodged somewhere deep in your lower digestive tract, way deeper than you ever thought it was possible to reach. Raising your gaze slightly you are able to see the big grey canine smirking at you, his big muzzle drawn into a triumphant grin, the light bouncing off his big, exposed predator teeth. Even with no traces of malice behind it, that smile is enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"Color me impressed, nerd. You managed to take all of it. And on top of all that, you didn't even cum... even though it looks like you're not that far off." The wolf chuckles, flicking the tip of your erect feline cock with the claw of his index finger. You tremble from his touch, your cock agreeing with the jock about being not-that-far from spilling some feline fluids out onto the bench.

"Now, let's see how well you can take a proper pounding."

Without being given any chance to object, you release a long-winded groan from your feline muzzle, feeling the pulsating wolf baton move inside your cramped tailhole. A strange, wet noise escapes your rectum as the thick shaft is retracted from the grip of your velvety anal mucosa. You manage to hold yourself from moaning any more than you already have, drawing in air to your deflated lungs through grit teeth as the glans of the tall canine's cock meet the inside of your entrance. Seeing the look in the wolf's eye, and knowing full-well what is about to happen next, you try to steel yourself for when the big canine inevitably hammers his funstick back down to the deepest part of your bobcat bussy.

But it is all for naught, and you release an ear-splitting scream as the canine log re-enters your bowels, completely ignoring any resistance your insides might have put up against it. Your furry figure shivers from head to toe, your comparably smaller cock getting wet, as vast amounts of pre start oozing out from your tip. Saliva also starts dripping out of your hung-open mouth, wetting the fur of your neck and chest as the wolf takes his time in poking the back of your insides with his cock.

You exhale with great effort when the puppy-spewer is retracted from your hole once more, the pressure in your colon subsiding as another wet noise flees the rim of your anus. Only with one pump of the wolf's cock, you are out of breath and on the verge of a very loud and very messy orgasm. You are certain that either this thrust or the next will be the one to do you in, your poor prostate already trembling from the pressure applied to it by the wolf shaft. Between your wavering breaths, you notice a hint of hesitation in the big canine's expression. The jock, who also appears to be breathing a little bit faster, brings his hips to a halt, looking as if he is assessing something in his head.

"Hey, Rex!" The wolf finally says, lifting his eyes from your bare body and onto the big bull currently holding your hands in place. "Our nerd here is kind of a moaner... You mind shutting him up for me?"

You crane your neck backward to see an upside-down image of the big bovine smiling mischievously at his grey-furred teammate. "Sure... Alright, boys! Hold his hands for a moment."

The bull releases his strong grip from your wrists, a moose and a large ram immediately grabbing both your hands, not that it would've even crossed your mind to struggle, with the massive tip of the wolf jock's breeder still inside your hole. The big bull steps out of your view and you hear some miscellaneous shuffling from where he disappeared to, along with a few hearty chuckles from the other team members around you. Speaking of the rest of the team, a quick glance around the locker room reveals that most of the jocks have already freed themselves of their jockstraps or towels, increasing the number of big cocks in your view. Most of the team members were already erect, an eager assortment of hard jock cocks being pointed in your direction. While being slightly different in shape, each of the smelly hunks seems to be packing just as much meat as the wolf, which almost made you wonder, whether being well hung was a requirement in making the football team.

But that quickly becomes a concern of the past as a big shadow suddenly cloaks your face and you see a pair of big and muscular bovine cheeks a bit over a feet from your face. And from this angle, you cannot not notice the pair of fist-sized bull testes hanging, also not that far from your surprised expression.

"You might wanna take a deep breath..." The bull grumbles and you just manage to catch a glimpse of the bovine's triumphant smile, before the world turns dark around you.

Hot. Sweaty. Heavy. And musky are the first thoughts to run through your head after the big bull defenseman had planted his big bovine buttocks on your face. You can't see anything, the bovine jock's muscular backside completely obstructing your view of the outside world, all the weight of his 300-pound frame pressed against your eyes. Your face is wrapped into something soft, with a distinct sensation of firm muscle not far down underneath the initial layer of fat on the bovine cheeks. Cracking open your mouth, you inhale the stuffy, musk-filled air of the bull's crease, almost coughing as the pungent air reaches your throat.

You hear muffled cheering from team members around you, quickly followed by muffled words from the wolf sitting between your legs. "Sorry kitty, but we need you to stay quiet for a while. Personally, I like to hear how much my cock pleases the bitch it's in, but we might get caught by the coach if this keeps up. Rex's ass should be enough to stifle your moans, just be careful you don't pass out, he didn't make it to the showers before you showed up."

And from what your feline nose was able to make out from the wide range of scents in the bull's crack, the wolf wasn't kidding. "Better yet, you could even make yourself useful and clean him up down there a bit. Maybe he will let you out for some air slightly sooner... Now... Where was I..."

Being denied of your vision momentarily enhances your other senses, and it hits you all that different when the wolf jock thrusts his meatsicle back to the bottom of your bottom. You moan fervently in between the bull jock's buttcheeks as the wolf takes charge, driving his throbbing malehood into your quivering tailhole repeatedly. His cock manages to tickle every single sensitive spot of your colon, your cock already more than begging to cum, the wolf's thick shaft beating your prostate into submission at a record pace. The wolf's strong and masculine shape does completely what it wants with your tender hole, slowly turning your rectal chute into a proper, easy-to-use cocksleeve.

Finally, you can't take it for a second longer and you moan whole-heartedly into the bull's musky crease as your cock begins spewing out ejaculate into the air when you finally reach your orgasm. You hear a few surprised chuckles and whistles from the team as you unload the contents of your balls onto your own lap before their very eyes. Rope after rope squirts out from your tip, each strand of the glistening kittycum landing haphazardly over your crotch. "There she blows..." You also hear the wolf grunt, as he continues shoving his rod down your fun tunnel. "You nerds all cum the same!"

As you moan in the midst of the most powerful orgasm of your young adult life, the bull puts more of his weight on your feline face, doing his best to keep the volume from your muzzle at a minimum. Hence, your lips suddenly make contact with something soft, that twitches from your touch, soon followed by the entire beast on top of you flinching from surprise. "Fuck! The nerd's getting cocky!" The bull chuckles. "You wanna eat my hole, then eat, kitty!" He puts even more weight on your muzzle practically forcing your lips against what most likely is his tailhole. Afraid, that if not doing as told you'll be crushed under the big bovine butt, you quickly stick out your tongue and start zealously licking the sweaty bull donut on top of your muzzle. You hear a distant groan and feel the big bovine start to wobble on your face, most likely stroking his meat as you eat out his bull butt buffet.

You begin to feel dizzy from the pungent male musk surrounding your head, as well as from the harsh pounding you currently receive on your bobcat buttocks, courtesy of the wolf between your legs. "You are one tight little nerd, arentcha?" The wolf growls, hammering his baton to the back of your hole for the bazillionth time, your stirred insides contracting around his malehood. The canine's musky wolf balls make extended contact with your ass, as the bigger male switches the tempo of his thrusts, his length lingering in your grip for a few seconds after each one. Just from the weight and force, they slam against your butt with, you can tell that his balls are chock full of puppyjuice, juice which is just waiting to get pumped into your hole. And the worst part is, as things are now, you kind of want it.

While reluctant at first, now your insides were greedily devouring the massive canine cock, latching onto the sides of the wolf shaft as if afraid to let go of their new favorite plaything. You are rapidly developing an itch difficult to scratch without a big and long cock in your colon, and it feels good. Getting crushed by jock-ass and the steady pounding to your aching back-door have done their job to slowly turn you into a submissive jock fucktoy, the pleasure from getting used increasing with each passing second. Everything about this sounded so wrong but felt so right regardless.

But soon, you forget all about your desires, your brain momentarily shutting itself down as you feel the big wolf cock throbbing hard and deep between your cheeks. The wolf grunts, his grip on your legs tightens, and only a second later, you feel the insides of your colon contracting around his flaring length. You involuntarily wrap your legs around his frame as he finishes pounding your ass, his hot seed now pouring into your abused tailhole. You moan under the bull rump, as a large wave of wolf jizz explodes into your rectum. There's so much of it, but your no-longer-virgin bobcat boypussy is happy to take all of it. The plentiful jock jizz completely defeats your colon, filling every nook and cranny of your tight little lynxhole with wetness and warmth, the excess rushing out of your dilated orifice once no more can be packed inside.

Concluding his interspecies insemination, the wolf hastily pulls out, a wet "splurch" sound audible even to your ears as his cock leaves your sore hole. You feel something pleasant wash over you and feebly cum for the second time as the pressure in your hole gets relieved, a small geyser of cum bursting out of your dilated orifice. His cock no longer in the grip of your tight insides, the wolf lets go of your legs, which fall limp on the sides of the bench as you have no strength whatsoever to hold them up after the pounding you took. There's no way your hole is going to shrink back to its original size anytime soon, the big canine jock's meat having ruined your it for anyone with a cock smaller than his. Lucky for you, this didn't count in any of the members of the football team, all of whom were equally hung below the belt and more than willing to have their turn with you.

"Whoo, what a quarter! Don't think I have scored that hard in weeks. I think I'll have to go to the bench before the second quarter. Someone substitute for me." You hear the grey canine's words, through the bull's butt muffler.

"...Same! Someone switch with me." The bull on your face also says, and you feel the load on your face lighten.

The two-man line change leaves you with just enough time to fill your lungs with at least somewhat fresher air, before a towering polar bear, most likely a defenseman judging by his body type takes his place over your face. You feel some movements down by your dumper as a dragon of equal tallness and muscle mass takes the wolf's place on the bench, his ribbed, erect member already looking like it's dying to get buried in your hole.

You almost don't have the time to even inhale a second time, before the big, white, and heavy polar bear ass is lowered over your muzzle, and your vision is again completely blocked by jock ass. With the crushing weight of an ursine rump weighing down on your face, you can't help but notice the all-too-similar scent to the bull from before, a strong musk of a male bear, with added hints of sweat and deodorant creeping its way up your nose. Funnily enough, this time, you find yourself tolerating the pungent male stench much better, maybe even slightly enjoying the strong bear odor. The ursine defenseman grinds his rump on your muzzle, burying your face even deeper into his sweaty white crease, his soft but muscular cheeks quickly enveloping your face.

Before you are completely absorbed in the bear buttocks resting on your face, you can feel something hard and warm passing over your creampied entrance. A pair of scaly hands slowly wrap around your thighs and the towering reptile takes aim, pointing his meat towards your gaping funhole.

Your body flinches and you whimper between the polar bear cheeks as another fat jock dong pierces your starfish. Generously lubricated with the first jock's cum, your insides don't provide any resistance nor friction as the peculiar-shaped dragon rod slides to the back of your buttpipe with ease. There's barely any time for you to get accustomed to the new shape your rectum is forced to stretch to, before the elephantine dragon jock begins pounding away at your spotted booty, his heavy scrotum audibly slapping against your cheeks.

In no time, you gain a keen understanding of the full size and shape of his reptilian cock as your anal walls and prostate take a proper beating from the gargantuan lovetool. As the dragon's meatsicle is getting pumped into your hole, you feel the polar bear start to wobble on your face, the big ursine grinding his sweaty dumper on your muzzle, your nose brushing past his anus with each back-and-forth-movement. Be it for the physical strain or just blind, dizziness-induced willingness, you stick out your tongue and start licking the jockhole near your lips. The bear doesn't flinch like the bull, but soon enough you distinctly hear him moving his big arm up and down, and you can only imagine what the big ursine looks like, stroking his monstermeat.

It doesn't surprise the jocks, much less yourself as you cum again, your half-erect bobcat dick twitching a few inches above of your pleasure cavern, ejecting the little cum you have left in your aching feline scrotum. With the orgasm, your insides tighten around the dragon's eager rod and you hear the big reptile jock groan: "Damn, Lance! You weren't kidding! This is one tight little fucker indeed!" The dragon then switches up his rhythm, hammering your insides with care and patience, winding his hips all the way back before burying his shaft back into between your mounds. "Might have to toss this one into a locker. Too good of an ass to just let go."

...

An indeterminate amount of time passes, with the dragon jock eventually unleashing his ejaculate inside your cramped hole. You whimper quietly as the reptilian member leaves the 'relative' tightness of your butt, leaving your anus gaping and leaky. The polar bear defenseman seems to have taken a liking to his new seat, and makes no effort in getting up from it as you sluggishly lick his donut with your feline tongue. Somewhere in the distance, you hear the six o'clock school bell ring, the dull sound only barely reaching your tuft-tipped ears underneath the ursine ass. Have you really been getting fucked for that long? But it doesn't matter, as it looks like you won't be leaving any time soon, yet another jock now palpating his way onto the bench and in between your legs.

Submitting to your role, you instinctively wrap your shaking legs around the next jock who sits down on the bench and starts hammering his cock down your shitter, with hardly any strength left to use for moaning. Your rear-side aches, your mind goes blank for a second, and the familiar, energetic humping begins by your waist.

The rest of the day goes as expected. You end up taking the whole range of dicks inside your ass, each and every member of the football team getting their turn with your tailhole at some point of the messy locker room romp. The first few were perfectly fine with conducting their anal mating with you in the position you were in from the beginning, but some were more imaginative and you got to experience a whole range of positions as well, a real crash course of locker room kama-sutra. The ones which stuck with you most were when you were held up against a row of lockers and the ram jock fucked you from standing position, and when a tiger held you in his lap, his strong arms hooked up from under your knees, his fingers intertwined behind your neck and cock pounding away at your ass from below. And of course, when your mouth wasn't occupied in eating someone's ass, the jocks found something else to gag your mouth with, that something being their cocks. Naturally.

You could only thank your lucky stars, that none of them had figured to try double penetrating your ass with one of their mates, or else there really wouldn't have been any way for your hole to recover. And all throughout the harsh mating, the jocks taunted you, saying how good of a cheerleader you would be for them, and how they were going to get you gravid with their thick loads. And who knows, with this much seed already inside you, you really might end up pregnant with one of their babies.

...

The school bell already rang for seven PM when the last of the team members was finishing up with your ass. Both of you were down on the floor, and you were getting it in doggy style, from the patient hyena, who had been forced to jerk off the longest while watching his teammates fuck your brains out. Your fur was smudged with the cum and sweat of all the surrounding athletes and you probably smelled worse than all of their jockstraps. While only half-conscious, you were hopeful that they would at least be courteous enough to let you shower before you got to wobble home with what felt like a gallon of cum sloshing around inside your abdomen.

But alas, the locker room frolicking was stopped at the very last minute, as a nearby door to the field flung open and an older, not so trim-bodied crocodile, who was wearing a sweatsuit jacket with the logo of the football team on it, as well as a navy blue cap which read out "COACH" in big, white stitched letters.

"What the HELL is going on here!? Do you damn kids know what time it is?!" The big-bellied reptile roared, bearing his crocodile teeth to the lot of jocks, who all flinched and looked genuinely panicked for a while, having gotten caught all of the sudden.

Then the coach blinked a couple of times, seeing all his players naked and watching their hyaenidae teammate, who was currently frozen, his massive breeding pole balls deep in your ass. The big reptile exchanged looks with almost every member of his team, the rage quickly dissipating from the crocodile's eyes as he seemed to realize what had been going on in the locker room. Last, but not least, his eyes dropped down to you, who were on the floor, panting, red-faced and a fat cock stuck up your tailhole. His neutral, confused expression slowly changed into a sly smirk, and from that into a whole-hearted, nasty grin, almost all eighty of his big, white crocodile teeth on display on his slightly aged muzzle.

This couldn't be good.

...

You arch your neck towards the roof and release a fragile cry from your lips, the big scaly hands on your ass gradually lowering you onto an erect crocodile cock, the tip of which is already on the better side of your orifice. Your body convulses involuntarily as the rest of the thick crocodile erection slides into your colon, the warmth of it warming up your stretched-out insides. The coach is big. Probably even bigger than most of his players. Had this been your first cock of today, you would've most likely passed out during the penetration, but thanks to the two or so hours of rigorous practice, the meaty shaft fits right in.

"You know, I'm really disappointed in you guys..." The coach mutters, letting out a few grunts as he secures you onto his lap, your lynxbutt now resting on his thighs. "... I would've assumed you'd tell me you had some company in the locker room." Another groan rumbles at the base of your right ear. "Especially with such a talented slut like this... Is it really his first time?" The big reptile starts moving, his scaly hips tenderly grinding against your rump.

"Alright! As punishment, I'll have each and every one of you crank out a BIG load for this slut over here, but you can't use your own hands. A bunch of fags like you can jerk each other off, right? Get to it!"

You get to watch as the group of muscular young males form a semi-circle around you and their coach, each hesitatingly grabbing the erection of someone next to them, all of the jocks quickly with cock in hand, and together, they all start stroking. You sit in the fat crocodile's lap as he pounds you from below, the entire football team gathered before you, each of the big and towering males stroking each others' erections to your frail body bouncing on their coach's lap. The fat crocodile footlong's assault on your anus is relentless, the older male picking up speed with every pump of his hips, his cock clobbering your colon into yet another shape, perhaps this time permanently.

You're tired beyond belief, but that still doesn't stop you from getting a few dry orgasms while bouncing on the coach's cock, your frail body shuddering on the older male's lap at least twice, to the fat reptile's great amusement. Both times he mutters something into your ear, but you cannot make out the words in your tired state. Little by little the jocks start reaching their limit, some of them already achieving climax and flinging a few fat ropes of cum onto your jumping figure. As more and more of the team start to orgasm, their coach audibly taunts them from behind you: "What a pathetic lot! Can't even outlast your old coach! I should have you playing with butt-plugs up your tail in the next game if your performance doesn't improve, you hear!"

At long last, you feel the big croc cock throbbing inside your ass, and the way the coach's chest is heaving behind your back, the old man can't be far off from busting one out. Opening his bone-crushing, teeth decorated, aquatic predator jaws wide, the coach roars behind your back, the whole locker room shaking from his powerful mating call. Your body trembles violently as probably the biggest load you've had today, bursts its way into your rectal tunnel, your already swollen abdomen growing at least half-an-inch in size, as the croc coach pumps his seed between your cheeks. By now, even the rest of the jocks cum, adding their gunk to the mix already resting on your stained fur.

Having thoroughly emptied his balls inside your ass, the big crocodile dislodges his cock from your hole with ease, a flood of semen bursting out from your gaping back door immediately. The coach draws a few good mouthfuls of air into his lungs and carefully sniffs you from up close in the process.

Quickly turning his scaly muzzle away from you, the big crocodile grumbles:"Any volunteers to give this kitty a good and thorough shower?"

The wolf, who you now assumed was named Lance, the first one to fuck you, was the fastest to raise his hand and the big canine directs an impish smile in your direction. You get a feeling that cleaning you up isn't the only thing he is about to do in the showers.

"All the rest of you take a shower as well, and then get the FUCK out of here before the damn building closes."

"Yes coach!"