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Wolf Swim Team Punishment

By Zrathie

For the swim team coach named Dakota, discipline was essential. So when he heard that four of his wolves on the swim team had been making sexist jokes at the back of the lecture hall, Dakota set about designing an appropriate punishment for them.

Dakota and the four naughty wolves were standing next to a small bus waiting to take them to their extra training. The first wolf was named Brandon, who was the grey wolf, like Dakota. The second wolf was a timber wolf named Eric. The third wolf was named Patrick. He was an Arctic wolf with thick white fur covering his body. The last wolf was a small, shy one. He was named Van, who was a midnight black colour with bright red eyes.

Sometime earlier, Van opened the door to the storeroom. The black wolf walked inside and placed the box on the shelf after closing the door. His coach had asked him to move a box of junk here. The wolf took a quick look around the small space. Unfortunately, he didn't have an opportunity to explore the college storerooms often.

He rounded a set of shelves and came across a mannequin. The mannequin was a headless torso with half-length arms and legs attached to a metal stand. More important was what the figure was wearing. It was a navy blue one-piece swimsuit for female wolves. It was in the swim team's colours and looked like it was brand new. He couldn't help but touch it. He ran his hand paws of the sheer fabric.

Reluctantly he withdrew his touch. He had a mind to steal it. He had a real thing for one-piece swimsuits bordering on a fetish. He told himself it was all about the female form, but in his heart of hearts, he just wanted to wear and jerk himself off in one. He checked his phone for the time. He wouldn't be missed for a little while. He had enough time to try it on.

With shaky paws, he pulled down his shorts and underwear. He took off his shirt next and put his clothes in a pile on the floor. His lipstick of a lupine erection was already in play. He took the mannequin off its stand and began to peel away his prize. Once he had his swimsuit, he replaced the dummy and held up his one-piece in his paws.

The wolf was fully hard by the time he stepped into the swimsuit. He gasped as his erection brushed past the fabric. He tugged it up over his torso and moved his arms into the shoulder straps. He tugged at his but and then his chest until the fit was perfect. His mind surged with how naughty he was being. He felt so sexy; nothing else in his wardrobe gave him this feeling. He pressed his palm pad into his covered erection. That was nothing else for it; he would have to rub one out.

In another part of the aquatic centre, a wolf named Brandon stared into the mirror. The grey wolf looked at his reflection. He was wearing a navy blue swimsuit, only it was a one-piece swimsuit meant for female wolves. He wasn't wearing the outfit by choice; it had jumped out at him when he had opened his locker in the change room. After fighting to take it off in vain, he had come in here to look at the strange living clothing and think up a way to take it off.

He heard a sound and darted into one of the stalls. He flicked the lock shut and almost held his breath. He listened to the click of claws on tiles as a new creature entered the restroom. He was in trouble but not ready to be seen cross-dressing until he had exhausted the options he had of taking this dastardly clothing off by himself. He continued to listen to the unseen creature take a leak at the urinal and then leave to wash his hand paws.

"Hmm... let's see a grey wolf, sex male. No problem with accessing his mind. Oh hi, you should be listening to me now, my new host." came a voice.

Despite his lupine ears flipping around trying to triangulate the voice source, Brandon soon realised it was a voice like his internal monologue, only not him. It sounded wrong, like a different creature entirely. He kept quiet as he heard the animal outside start the hand paw dryer.

"There we go, you're okay. We're just going to be best buds for a while," said the voice.

Brandon felt a wave of calm energy wash over him like a wave. He let out the breath he was holding and took a steady breath in. It must be the symbiote's doing came a rational thought in the wolf's mind. In the next few moment's Brandon felt a new emotion overcome his frame. The sparks of sexual passion slowly grew into a fire and threatened to become an inferno. He could feel his fat lupine prick glide out into the crotch of the swimsuit.

"Won't be long now," whispered the voice.

"What won't?" murmured Brandon, finally finding his voice.

"Until you start masturbating, Brandon. I'm running to a timeline, and I will need your seminal fluid or your wolf cum, as you dudes say it," said the symbiote.

Brandon was fully erect now. His arousal was unnatural; it wasn't connected to anything he was seeing or thinking. It was like a switch had been flicked in his mind to be horny. He opened and closed his hand paws as he fought the urge to start stroking his wolf meat. His tail twitched behind him, swaying in stiff movements.

"Okay, I'll let you take me off, seeing that you're not playing along," said the symbiote.

Brandon slid his shoulders out of the straps. The swimsuit let him wiggle out his shoulders, and he peeled it down over his chest. His wolf cock sprung outwards as Brandon lowered the living suit down past his waist. He stepped out of it before the symbiote suit twisted and morphed. It leapt up onto his chest. The swimsuit puffed out like it was being worn by another creature, like an invisible creature giving it form.

The swimsuit had wrapped around his cock that had sunk into a clutching divot made with the crotch fabric. Brandon could see down through the neck hole. There wasn't anything inside the suit, yet it was holding its shape. It was being supported solely by his erection clutching around his knot. It was as light as a regular swimsuit, so it didn't hurt his sensitive parts.

"Alright, Brandon, I let you take me off. How about you hump me like a body pillow? Then I'll leave you alone," offered the swimsuit.

Brandon reached around and hugged the symbiote. The swimsuit kept its shape but still allowed some give. The soft, smooth fabric felt inviting around his cock. A few experimental rolls of his hips made his misgivings drop away. He realised that the swimsuit could have just trapped him again, and it didn't have to have let him out in the first place. Truthfully he was just horny and needed a wank.

He pulled the hollow suit close and thrust his hips into the inviting fabric. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine he wasn't fucking a one-piece living swimsuit in a men's room stall but soon let his mind take him to that place and accept the sheer naughtiness of it.

He was so horny it didn't take long for his orgasm to approach. He reached inside one of the hollow leg holes and gripped his boner through the swimsuit's backing. A minute or so of this was enough for Brandon to attain climax. He blasted a good few spurts of creamy wolf cum into the crotch fabric. Brandon slowly opened his eyes and looked down to see gooey blue tendrils radiating from the crotch of the symbiote he had just fucked. The grey wolf shoved away from the swimsuit; that went limp as it hit the toilet stall door.

He could still feel the mass of the gooey material growing around his crotch. Now it had wrapped around his waist, and he was resisting all attempts of removal. The gooey mass warped into a deceptively ordinary fabric as it continued to coat his abdomen and crawl up over his body. Brandon looked down at the discarded swimsuit on the floor. He'd been tricked! Sure he could take off the first symbiote after it had used him to create another. Sure enough, he was soon dressed in an identical swimsuit like the one he had first trapped in.

"Hey there, I have a message from my comrade. They said thanks for the donation. The deal still stands, and they will leave you alone as discussed, but the deal doesn't transfer over to me," said the new symbiote.

There was the sound of commotion outside of Brandon's hiding spot. There was a call for help with a voice the grey wolf recognised. He looked down and noticed that the first symbiote was gone. He rushed out of the stall and then out of the men's room into the hallway. He spotted a timber wolf with an open shirt tugging at the swimsuit that much of it wormed its way under his clothes. It was Eric, one of his teammates from the swim team.

"Get off me!" he said, not noticing Brandon yet.

The arctic wolf, Patrick, was walking down the corridor past the storeroom when he heard a sound. It was coming from the storeroom door. He looked down just to see movement. It was a blue piece of fabric sliding itself under the door. Unfortunately, it was too late to move when the object wrapped itself around the wolf's legs and launched up over his body. Before the white wolf could do anything, the garment had gone liquid and wormed under his singlet underwear and shorts and became solid. The door burst open, and a gasping Van, dressed in a blue one-piece, came running out.

"There's two of them..." said Van before trailing off.

Returning to the bus stop; The pack of wolves stood shyly with their minds replaying their encounters with the living symbiote swimsuits. All four were captured and dressed in innocent-looking swimwear; the navy blue one-piece competition swimsuits hid their true nature. The forced feminisation was the first part of their punishment. Dakota was preparing the second part of their discipline. He began handing out a pill to each of his wolves. He made sure that each of them gulped it down with a swig of water.

"Alright, you four get on the bus," ordered Dakota.

His four wolves didn't want to incur any further wrath, so they boarded the small bus without protest. Dakota boarded the bus and shut the passenger door. He took the seat in the driver's compartment and started the engine. Of course, Dakota would expect some complaints about halfway to the lake with the way the pills worked. He licked his chops, thinking about how much of an evil bastard he could be.

He began driving away from the university. While his punishment was evil, he didn't want to be a complete sadist to the four wolves by making them do it in public. So, he was taking them out to the lake that was quite a ways from the college town. Also, it was entering the cooler parts of the year, so hopefully, others wouldn't witness their bad wolf punishment.

The drive out of town was relatively slow until they hit the freeway. The group seemed to have caught every red light on their way out. Dakota was eagerly awaiting the first complaint. He kept his eyes on the road; however, Dakota couldn't help but steal glances back to the passenger compartment. It wasn't until they passed the exit to the outer suburbs that one of his wolves spoke up.

"Coach, can you pull over? I need to take a leak?" asked Patrick.

"You should have taken one before we left. We're about halfway there, so you'll just have to hold it," replied Dakota.

Dakota kept driving every so often, looking in the rear vision mirror to check on his passengers. He noted with absolute glee that the Arctic wolf and now Eric were beginning to get a little squirmy in their seats.

"Hey, coach, I could use a toilet stop too," said Eric.

"Sorry, guys, you are going to have to be big alpha males and hold it. I'm not going to stop until we get to the lake. End of story," said Dakota.

Dakota knew the other two wolves must have been feeling the effects too but had elected to stay quiet, at least for now. The next time he peered up into the mirror, he could see that Patrick had his legs tightly closed and had pushed down both hand paws over his crotch. Eric was in a similar state. He couldn't fully see the other two wolves down the back, but he can see they were pretty jittery. It was only a matter of time now.

"Please pull over now. I can't hold it!" hollered Patrick.

Dakota ignored him but couldn't help sneaking a peek of his hand, paws squeezed at his crotch. To Dakota's surprise, it wasn't Patrick or even Eric that were the first wolves to christen their swimsuits. At the back of the bus, a tinkle echoed through the small vehicle. Dakota could see who it was immediately. The expression of relief on Van's muzzle gave away; it was him peeing himself.

"Come on, coach! Van has just wet himself; we all need to pee, just pullover!" yelled Brandon.

"You talk of grabbing she-wolves on their rumps, but the only thing you are grabbing are your desperate crotches," teased Dakota.

After Dakota's comment, Patrick opened his legs and tried pulling away the swimsuit from his crotch. He was trying to pull it aside but failing. Indeed, he thought he could avoid pissing in it and just piss on the floor of the bus instead.

"Now, Patrick, there's no need to be indecent. Your symbiote swimsuit is tailored to your form, and it's locked in place to prevent any wardrobe malfunctions," said Dakota.

With that, the Arctic wolf's bladder gave out. First, a glossy wet patch appeared at his crotch. Soon, an arch of piss appeared where the bulge of his sheath ended in the crotch of the garment. His efforts to avoid wetting the swimsuit had been thwarted, and he let out a defeated sigh as rivers of piss flowed out down each of his thighs.

Eric was the next wolf to pop. Perversely, he must have been staring at Patrick's accident a bit too closely because swiftly, a wave of hot wolf piss poured past his clutching hand paws. However, Eric didn't give up his efforts to stay dry even when the fur of his hand turned a darker shade as they got drenched in his own uncontrollable release of urine. It wasn't until his bladder was empty that he reluctantly placed his wet paws on his knees; they were dripping damp and tiny drops of piss added to the giant puddle under him.

Despite his earlier outburst, Brandon invited the least amount of attention to himself when his accident came. The wolf was looking out the window and pretending he wasn't flooding his swimsuit. There was no denying it though the tinkle or piss first covered his seat and then trickled down to the floor of the vehicle. It was an unmistakable sound. Brandon did his best to hold a neutral expression.

"Now that you have christened your swimwear, I can explain your punishment in further detail. The pills I gave you are a set of nanomachines. They break down fat in your body and use that energy to create water. They keep your body at an ideal hydration level, but the side effect is excess urine production. These pills won't overdose on your renal system. Instead, the nanomachines produce urine to keep you from over-hydrating," explained Dakota.

"You can't drug us!" complained Patrick.

"Not can't, have. As in, I have drugged you. I have also locked your symbiote swimsuits. You were all for shaming Thots, as you call ladies, for having wardrobe malfunctions on purpose; now, you are modest and protected. You all will be urinating very frequently until the hydration pills wear off in a few hours," said Dakota.

The wolves must have realised they were trapped, so the complaints piped down. Soon the lake was in sight, and Dakota's poor wolves were beginning to get jittery again. He parked the bus and ordered his wet wolves to form up outside the bus. He let his wolves stand at attention, drinking in how desperate they were getting. He pulled up behind Patrick, who was looking desperate to go again.

"How is your bladder feeling, Patrick?"

"Really full coach," answered the arctic wolf.

"Oh, I bet it is. I hope you are not thinking about waterfalls or leaking taps," said Dakoda.

"No, coach," said Patrick.

"We're going to have a fun training session," bellowed Dakoda.