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CONTENT WARNING: Vore (OV, AV, CV), Dubious to Non-Consensual, Authority figure pred, College Students "Alright, team," The Amazonian River Otter, Coach Vailo, said as he addressed the newest swimming tryouts. "We're going to test you all on your various skills as swimmers. Speed, form, diving, flavour, and strength." He marched in front of the line of swimmers, all male and wearing the tightest speedos to show off their variously sized bulges. The lineup was a mix of species from rabbit to otters to even a stallion. Coach Vailo towered over them all, massive in height and bulk. One of the swimmers, A white rabbit with powder-pink ears raised his hand. "Flavour, sir?" The other swimmers in line all giggled. Coach Vailo was notorious for snacking on students. He had more than once cleared out an entire sports team locker room with an earth-shaking belch. The only ones in the lineup who thought they were off menu, besides the oblivious new-guy, were the otter twins Cody and Cory. Both of them had done excessively well last year and were two of the few swimmers who didn't make the meal plan. Coach Vailo walked up to the rabbit himself, lifted him by the scruff and hoisted him over his muzzle. There was a moment where the rabbit, squirming and kicking in surprise, got to stare into the inky abyss of the otter's throat before he was dropped in. In no more than a toss of his head, a lick of his lips, and a gulp, that massive otter swallowed the rabbit whole and tucked the swimmer into his gut. It barely bulged with the addition of the rabbit. "Yes, flavour. And you could have used a shower before coming to the pool." The otter punctuated the phrase with a belch, spitting up the rabbit's speedo onto the floor. "Alright, men! Let's get you all in the water! Let's get ten laps in, and keep up the pace. We want endurance, not speed!" No one else questioned the otter's authority, or word-choice. They all leapt into the water and began to swim laps around the Olympic-sized college pool. Coach Vailo watched for a moment as the swimmers all settled into their positions, some pulling ahead, other's lagging a bit behind, but more or less staying in pace with each other. A moment after the potential team began swimming, Coach slipped into the water behind them. He floated on his back and lazily followed the team. Even though he put in barely any effort, being an otter of his size meant he kept up with the team instantly. If he tried even a little, he would have outpaced them. It didn't take long for someone to pull far ahead of the team. A ferret in a bright read swimsuit was slipping through the water like a fish. Coach Vailo could tell just from the sound of his arms splashing through the water where the ferret was in the pool. He slowed his swim even further to basically float in place, and curled a leg in to grab his speedo where it covered his rump. With a claw, Coach Vailo tucked it aside and used his rudder-like tail to angle his rump at the over-enthusiastic swimmer. So focused on impressing the otter, the ferret didn't see where he was going. There was a loud splash when he collided with Coach Vailo's exposed tailhole. The speed and, frankly, excellent form the ferret had meant he slipped halfway into that taught sphincter before he even knew the transition happened. "A reminder, team! When I say endurance not speed, I mean it!" That ferret's legs kicked and squirmed when he realized he was no longer swimming through water, but rather, his coach's lower intestine. The otter's claw let go of his own speedo, which bunched up against the ferret's kicking legs. Turning onto his belly, Coach Vailo eyed up the swimming team. While most were still grouped together and keeping pace, the stallion was finding it difficult to catch up. "Keeping pace means keeping up with the pack as well. Robert, if you don't speed up, you'll be slipping into your own private pool." The stallion's eyes went wide, and he kicked and splashed harder, trying to catch up to his swim-mates. Robert's form was hilariously bad. It was a surprise he decided to join the swim team in the first place, knowing what would inevitably happen. Coach Vailo kicked his feet twice, catching up to the stallion in an instant. He opened his mouth wide, taking in water and those desperately kicking legs. Another thrust forward from the otter, and the stallion was almost entirely in his jaws. Those arms flailed and splashed about as the horse tried to swim out of Coach Vailo's engulfing throat. Those lips sealed around his head and, with a quick swipe of his lips, those hands were sucked into him like noodles. The horse was nothing more than a snack sloshing about with the rabbit and, soon, ferret in their coach's guts. With three of their competition out of the game, the rest of the swim-team tryouts remained firmly in pace with each other. Coach Vailo's looming maw behind them encouraging the best out of the swimmers. At one point one of the swimmers, a tasty looking tiger, started to slip back. The sight of Coach Vailo's jaws opening to take him in was the inspiration he needed to catch back up. At the end of the laps, Coach Vailo lounged at the side of the pool. He belched so loudly, the water shifted and waves began to form. Two pairs of swimming speedos shot out of his mouth and littered the pool. "Now, time for diving. Cody, mind going first? You're an excellent diver and I want everyone to see what good form looks like." Cody nodded and climbed the high-dive. As he did so, the river otter swam beneath the board to where Cody would land and pulled open his speedo to reveal the soft sheath within. "Now Cody, remember your training. If you do this perfect, you'll slip right into my sheath." Coach said. Cody blushed and gulped. Part of him wanted to aim slightly away from Coach Vailo's groin, in hopes of not getting swallowed into those sloshing balls. But professional pride forced him to point his arms and aim true towards his target. That, and Coach Vailo would probably eat him anyway if he missed. Cody bounced, once, twice, three times, then dove straight down into the pool. At first Cody thought he missed, but it was soon clear that that was a trick of the water. He pierced the surface tension with barely a ripple and his hands, pointed in perfect form, slipped right on into Coach's sheath. The momentum and gravity kept the otter going until he was well within the bigger otter's sac. As Cody's tail whipped and slurped down into that sheath with the rest of him, Coach Vailo let go of his speedo. The waistband snapped shut, sealing Cody in his balls. "Everyone see that? Good. Not to worry, I only try that on experienced divers, otherwise I tend to get hurt. Everyone, line up. One at a time. And make sure the last person is out of the pool or in my guts before you take your dive." The remaining swimmers all gulped, eyeing their coach's squirming gut and bulge as he climbed out of the water. It took them a moment, and a loud belch from Coach Vailo, for them to get their wits about them and line up at the diving board. One by one they all dove into the water. No one's pose was amazing, but none of them were terrible either. Coach Vailo nodded in approval. Cory was the last one to do his dive. As expected as both an otter and a returning swim-team member, his posture and form were perfect, just like Cody's. Everyone else was standing in a line on the side of the pool when Cory got out. "Excellent form, just what I'd expect," Coach Vailo said with pride. "Hopefully you all saw both performances, everyone. You'll need to master that if you want to win any competitions this year. As for you, Cory, I'd love to have you on the team, but you know I hate to split up a combo-meal." The squirming otter in Coach's balls made his cock poke out in a half chub and pulled the speedo away from his groin to give everyone an eyeful of side-ball. Coach reached down and lifted the side of his speedo so his chub stuck out of the leg. Then, with his other hand, he grabbed Cory's face and shoved it into his cock. The otter barely had time to yelp before he was slipping up into that shaft like he had dove into it himself. Coach Vailo turned to the remaining swimmers to address them, all the while acting like otter hips weren't being sucked up into his balls. "You've all performed well. Everyone not currently in me gets to join the swim team. Practice will start early tomorrow, anyone late is breakfast, anyone who doesn't show is lunch." There was a mixture of excitement and joy from being added to the swim team, and fear, nervousness, and arousal as Cory's rudder disappeared up Coach's cock. Even after the otter was completely dunked in his balls, Coach made no move to tuck himself back into his straining speedo. Finally, Coach told them all to hit the showers, and the team wandered into the change rooms to talk about what just happened and maybe fuck as well. Coach chuckled and rubbed over his squirming gut. This was going to be a delicious new year for the swim team on campus.