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Richard was a dick

By Ajax B. Coriander

Start Date: Aug 27, 2022

End Date: May 2, 2023

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"Richard is a dick," the large brown bear said aloud as he carefully drew the chalk line around the crucible. "I'm just giving him what's coming to him," the bear justified to himself aloud as picked up the boy's jockstrap he'd grabbed from the bin. He tossed it into the stone bowl in front of him and it landed on the pile of herbs already inside of it. Candles flickered to the north and south, while bowls of salt water sat on the lines that lead to the east and west.

"It'll be good for him," the bear mumbled. "Take him down a peg," Johnson reasoned with himself again as he stood up and let his cloak drop to the floor, leaving himself naked before the magic circle. He was a large man, a heavy gut pressed out looming over his cock, heavy pecs, and thick strong arms. "He broke Sven's ankle last week just so he could take the winning goal away from him and get the glory for himself."

"It doesn't matter that this is illegal as hell, no one will know. He'll just have a limp dick for a few months, and then everything will go back to normal," he said as he picked up the ancient book he'd borrowed from the secure section of the campus library- where only teachers like himself and grad students had access. The book was as big as a briefcase, and it was bound in green leather. There was a doe with antlers carved on the front. She was holding a gem above her head that cast radiating light all around her. Her heavy breasts dripped with milk, and men below her fought in a writhing mass trying to get one of the godly drops. The bear glanced down at the yellowed pages, and he cleared his throat.

"Goddess Roe," Johnson said in a loud clear voice, "the god of vitality, lust, and desire. I give this sacrifice to request for your help. Where a tree once stood tall and proud in the forest, I ask for it to be felled. For a season, I wish for the trunk to remain barren and the fruits swell. Please goddess hear my request." He grabbed a clear glass casting marble from the ground. He held it pinched between his fingers, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He started to pour some of his magic into the marble, and it began to glow with a green haze. He tossed it into the crucible and there was a flash of fire, which extinguished itself almost instantly. Unlike the spell said there would be, there was no flash of light, no bright green flame, and nothing else exciting. Some smoke wafted impotently from the stone bowl. The glowing green marble rolled off the pile of ash in the bowl, and clinked against the side.

"What the fuck..." the bear said in confusion as he started to doublecheck everything he'd done for the spell. He checked over the chalk sigils, the bowls, and even made sure the candles didn't need to be a certain level of dribbly for it to work.

Everything was correct.

The bear turned on the lights in his office, the bulbs flickered to life casting the whole space in a dim yellow glow. The walls had random bits of gym equipment leaned against them, and behind his desk there was a chalkboard scribbled with plays and ideas for the team. A little plaque on his desk read "Coach Weaver", and it was placed on top of a stack of manilla folders and other odds and ends. Among the clutter was a copy of Magical Law for Mississippi, Revised 1975 and a soccer play book.

The bear put the grimoire in his bare lap, and he skimmed over the spell again. His nails absently clicked on the tabletop, and he tried to figure out what was wrong. He glanced over the section of the spell that warned of things that could go wrong. He traced a finger along to the bottom of the page, and he noticed a line he'd ignored before.

"The spell shall not work on does or dams," he read aloud.

It seemed odd that it would mention women twice like that. But his muzzle began to curl into an evil grin as he slowly realized what it must have meant. He grabbed the brand-new book of law on his desk, which he'd been using to figure out how fucked this would be if it went wrong, and he checked something. His grin grew wider, and his dick started to throb. He went back to the green book, and flipped through the pages. Landing on a page that read:

Raise the Flame

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Richard thrust in and out of the hot wet cunt around his shaft, the cigarette hung from his mouth as he grabbed onto a handful of her hips and thrust deep inside of the mare before him. He grabbed her mane, and pulled her head back, before forcing her into a kiss. Her eyes went wide, and she started to squeal with delight as she came around him. The kangaroo smirked and broke the kiss. The mare exhaled and smoke rolled from her mouth. She looked utterly dazed. He grabbed onto her bunched-up dress, pulled her back to force more of his cock inside of her, and he shot his hot load right into her.

He panted behind her, and he reached up to play with her breasts as he pressed her into the wall of the small harvest-gold colored bathroom.

"Well sweetheart, you're one groovy lay, but I gotta go," the kangaroo said before taking a heavy drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke into the room. He pulled out of her, cum dribbling down her inner thighs, while she looked dreamy eyed at the wall. The kangaroo reached down and grabbed her panties off the floor. He used them to clean off his dick and stuffed them into his pocket of his jeans. She looked longingly back at him from beside the white diamond of white fur that went from her forehead and between her eyes.

The kangaroo pushed the door open, and he strode into the two-story house. For what it's worth, was playing on the record player as he descended the stairs. A smoke-filled haze filled the air, the scent of tobacco mixing with the skunky scent of weed. He glanced around, seeing his teammates milling about chatting with the girls at the party along with a few people he didn't know. He spotted a roan stallion sitting on the flower print brown and white couch and he walked over to him. He pulled the panties out of his pocket, and shoved them over the stallion's nose.

"Your girlfriend, Tilly, says hello Vance," he said with a smirk.

"Fuck!" the stallion shouted as he tried to get the fabric off his nose. "The hell did you do, Dick?" His nostrils flared and he took in the scent of that other man mixing with his mare's.

"I just gave your girl what you couldn't," he said with a shrug. "Maybe I can give you some pointers on how to please a woman after practice."

He laughed, and then he casually walked out. He snubbed out his cigarette on the doorframe and flicked the dog end into the grass. He pulled out a joint from behind one of his ears, and he grabbed his lighter from his pocket. He lit it, and took a long drag off of it, before he blew out the smoke. Down the row he could see all the other frats still partying, and he felt his dick flex as he wondered what pussy he might be able to get next. He picked a house at random, and he strode inside.

==

Richard didn't bother to put a towel around his waist, he just tossed it over his shoulder as he strode through the locker room. He glanced at the corkboard, looking at the old faded anti-Vietnam war petitions and the flyers for concerts and communes off campus. The locker room had an air of smoke too it, which mixed with the smell of musk, and mildew. The off-white tiles clicked under his feet as he made his way towards his locker. Most of the other guys had left; it was just him, a few stragglers, and the coach who never seemed to leave.

His heavy dick hung between his legs, and his fat balls, which were thoroughly drained after last night, bounced as he walked. He dried off his damp fur some more, putting his leg up on the bench, and not caring that the wolf on the bench next to him could see all of him. He reached up and grabbed the handle to the locker and pulled it open. There was a pop, and a shower of fine purple powder landed on him. He hacked and coughed as it filled his lungs, and he tried to clear it from his eyes as the fine powder caked his fur.

"Son of a bitch," the kangaroo cursed. He tried to pat himself off, but he only worked the powder in deeper.

The wolf on the bench next to him burst out laughing.

"Shut it Chase," Richard growled.

"Serves you fucking right, Dick. I guess someone got tired of your bullshit, I heard what you did to Vance last night."

"If the limpdick wanted to get me back, he could have just fought me like a proper bloke," the roo said as he tried to dust himself off, but now it was just turning into a sticky mess on his fur. He felt a weird tingle start to grow from where the dust touched. "What the fuck is this stuff?"

"It wasn't him," Chase said, "I saw him leave right after practice, he didn't want jackshit to do with you."

"Then who the fuck..." the roo cursed. "I'm going to have to take another fucking shower."

"Well," the wolf began as he turned towards the roo. He was in a pair of white briefs and nothing else. "You have made more enemies here since the start of the season than I thought possible. I mean, you fucked half the guys' girlfriends. Then there was the time you pissed in Mike's drink at the bar. And I don't think anyone will forget when you kicked Jerry in the fork at practice and called him a sissy."

"It's not my fault they can't keep their flyers in line, and they wanted a real man," the kangaroo growled. There was a strange herbal taste in his mouth now, and his stomach felt like it was burning. "And they could learn to take a fucking joke, what bloody fucking idiots."

"What's on your fur?" a large cream-colored horse asked as he walked around the corner and leaned against the row of lockers. He crossed his arms, his powerful muscles flexing under his fur. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and his blond mane was slightly damp.

"Wouldn't I fucking like to know, the shit kind burns," he reached down and sniffed it, "and smells faggoty? Like flowers? I don't fucking know."

Both the wolf and horse took a deep breath and inhaled the scent.

"Hey, Blaze," the wolf greeted the newcomer. "Yeah, it's flowery, but it has something else in there."

"It's like," Blaze took another whiff, "something I've smelled before, but I can't quite place it."

"It reminds me kind of my girlfriend," Chase stood up, and his tail slowly moved back and forth as he kept inhaling the scent.

"And mine, but when she's in heat... It smells really nice. But with hints of fresh cut hay and oats." The stallion said as he moved in close. His hooves clacked against the floor tiles as he moved in close enough to reach the kangaroo before him.

"Yeah, to me it has a smell underneath the first like steak and potatoes, just piled with butter," the wolf said as his stomach growled.

Richard looked at both of the men descending on him, he looked from one to another, and he snarled. "What the fuck are you guys doing? Back off..."

"No..." the wolf growled. His fangs showed, and with horror Richard glanced down and saw the wolf's cock throbbing in his underwear. "I need that scent..."

"Mate, fuck off..." The roo said as he tried to push the wolf further back. Chase stumbled, but he recovered.

"Mate is right..." the stallion said as he dropped his towel and his own cock throbbed to life. That thick organ arched upward and pulsed with need. The two of them sniffed at Richard. The roo went to say something, but he was cut off as both men rushed toward him and slammed him into the locker.

Richard groaned as the wind was knocked out of him, and he found himself pinned to the locker. The two other men held him tight, each pinning an arm against the locker. They smelled over him, their noses inhaling that rich new scent coming off the roo before them.

"Fuck!" The roo cursed. "Get the fuck off me!"

Neither of the boys responded, their paws just roamed over the pinned boomer's body. The wolf had a deep growl rumbling in his chest, and the stallion kept biting at bits of his exposed fur.

"Not until we get our pups inside of you," the wolf said. His eyes glazed over, and a possessive look in his eyes.

"And you're begging for more..." the stallion responded.

"Stop this, what are you fags or something?!" The kangaroo said as he struggled, he managed to push Chase back a step or two, but then Blaze slammed him back into the lockers knocking the wind out of him.

"No, not fags," the stallion said, his voice was distant, and it didn't seem to be his own. "Fags don't fuck mares like you."

"I'm a fucking boomer, you cunt," the roo shot back. "A buck, a stud, a fucking male."

"Don't smell like a male," the wolf growled, "smells like bitch in heat... but... more..." the wolf's paws reached down and grabbed the roo's ass.

The two other male's cocks pressed against the roo's legs. Both of them were hard as diamond as they ground into his fur, sticky precum matting his fur as the roo thrashed against them. The roo tried to use his tail to push off the lockers and kick them, but that just ended with a knee to his gut. He groaned in pain, and his head spun. There was a sensation spreading through him, it made it harder to think. Harder to resist.

"That's enough boys," a deep voice rang through the locker room.

"Thank fuck," the roo said, "get these cunts off of me."

"I think you're mistaken," the bear said as he walked around the corner of the row of lockers, coming into view. He was naked, a thick cigar hanging from his lips, and his dick hard under his belly. "There's only one cunt here today, and that's you."

"What?" Richard asked in confusion. He looked over the bear, and a snarl came across his face. "You fucking did this, didn't you? I knew you were some kind of magic dipshit, but I didn't think you'd use it on your players. What is your game fatass?"

"I am indeed, druidic magic is my specialty," the bear said as he walked towards the boys. The two men didn't even seem to notice him. They were just inhaling Richard's scent, occasionally trying to tug him down, but the roo managed to keep on his feet. "And I have good news about that, you're not exactly one of my players anymore." He said as he walked closer, the two jocks looked at him, murderess intent in their eyes. The bear took a puff on his cigar, and when he exhaled green smoke curled from his lips and washed over the horse and wolf. "Calm. Relaxed. Everything is okay." He said in a cool, clear tone. "Wouldn't you like to keep holding him? Can you do that for your coach?"

The wolf and horse began to look calm, their dicks still twitched with need, but they looked complacent and distant.

"There, I didn't want them fighting me over what I'm about to do," Coach Weaver said. "They are still my players. I can't risk hurting them."

"This is illegal as fuck, when I get out of here, I'm reporting you to the fucking cops," the kangaroo shouted. "You're so deep in the shit they're going to call you a dunny diver. Also, what's this bullshit about me not being your player?" He asked, "I'm here on a fucking scholarship, your dean personally invited to teach you fucking yanks how to play soccer. You can't get rid of me even if you want to."

"Well, the dean will understand once I tell him about your delicate condition," the bear teased as he walked towards the roo. He put his hands on the kangaroo's stomach and ran his paws up the younger man's chest. "Plus, they don't let doebois on the field."

"What?" Richard asked, the color draining from his face.

"Bitchboi, cowboi, boycunt, or what they call it the most here in the states: mareboi," the grizzly bear explained.

"I'm not no fucking tail raising sissy! You're fucking wrong about that, this is some magical bullshit!" Richard said as he slammed his tail against the lockers, denting them as he tried to break free, but the other men held him steadfast.

"It is some magical bullshit, but all I did was bring you into heat earlier than you would have," the bear said as he looked deep into the younger man's eyes. "You were always going to become a bitchboi, I just sped things along. People have spent centuries trying to reverse your little gift, but it's always just out of reach. Bitches are just meant to be bitches. Which, is backed up by the fact, it's stupid easy to speed up the process. A few herbs ground up, some magic words, a raw egg, and bam! You've got yourself a powder that will make any girl or dam, like you, go into heat. If they're a man like myself and the boys here, it doesn't do shit. I'm honestly surprised you haven't gone into heat yet, you're 20? Most bitches your age have two kids already and a third on the way. I mean the only reason I'm not trying to fuck your brains out, is because I took some stuff to dull the effect a bit so I could have control."

"No... it's... not true," the kangaroo quivered, unsure. He'd seen the way Chase and Blaze had acted, he'd only heard of that once before when that sissy at his high school went into heat and got banged by the whole teaching staff. They couldn't control themselves, they just pushed the boy down and ravaged him in one of the backrooms. Boyheat did that to men. It made them go insane with lust, it was part of the magic, he knew that much about it.

"I'm afraid so, don't worry, we'll get you cunted and then you'll be much happier," the bear explained. "That's why I set everything like this up. I wanted to be the one to do it. I wanted to be the one that took you down a peg, and put my cubs into your belly."

"Fuck you!" Richard screamed. He spat in the bear's face, who growled and then wiped it away. "You can't just knock me up and get away with it, even if I am a bitch. The fucking dean will have your job, see you out on your ass, and I'll be back to Australia before you even know what's happening."

The bear grinned, and grabbed the kangaroo's face. "About that..." the bear gloated. "It turns out, under Mississippi Magical law, any mareboi instantly becomes the wife and property of the man who knocks him up. It was some law they made in the late 1800s and never bothered changing. Back when any man could just waltz in, pin down a mareboi, and take what he wanted. I just have to file a few papers," the bear squeezed the kangaroo's jaw forcing his mouth to pop open. "Have a doctor confirm your condition," Johnson kneed the kangaroo in the stomach, and Richard's legs buckled a bit. He looked down at kangaroo and spat into his open mouth. "And then, you'll belong to me." The kangaroo cried out in anger, pain, and frustration. "Better me than some drunk fratboy, eh? I can at least take care of you... and this way, I can have you help build up the team moral you destroyed, starting with these two."

The bear leaned into the kangaroo's ear. "Feel how hard their pricks are against you?" He asked with a horny growl in his chest, "Pretty soon, after I breed you and make sure you take my cubs, I'm going to let them go at you. Then everyone on the team after practice tomorrow. By the time your heat cycle ends, you're going to be a well used horny boycunt."

The wolf blinked awkwardly, and his eyes started to gain some focus that wasn't there before. "Coach?" He asked in confusion.

Johnson took a drag off his cigar, and he blew another puff of green smoke in the younger man's face. "Calm. Relaxed. You're just following my play. You're safe and you'll get to bury your bone, and do just what your body is screaming to do in a bit, coach just needs to get the bench warm for you, okay?"

Chase's face became tranquil, and he nodded.

"Damn suggestion spells, they always take too much energy. I'm honestly surprised it's working this well. If you weren't such a prick, they probably would have snapped out of it and tried to fight me off. But I guess they want to bring you down a peg as much as I do." the bear grumbled, before addressing his players. "Okay boys, doesn't our friend look exhausted? Don't you think we should get him down on his stomach on the bench so he can take a rest? You should even maybe hold him down so he doesn't roll off." The two other men nodded, and they brought Richard over to the bench. The kangaroo struggled as they laid him across it.

"I'm sorry if I don't have any sympathy for you, cunt." The kangaroo growled. His whole body felt sore, and the constant struggle was taking its toll.

The bear didn't respond, he just walked over to a locker, and popped it open. He snuffed out his cigar and rested it inside. He grabbed a bottle of lube, and a single sugarcube from a box inside. He walked to the kangaroo's head, and he pressed a finger to the sugar cube. He began to pour magic into it, filling it with his energy until it glowed a dim green. The bear grabbed the kangaroo's head, and forced his jaw open like he'd done earlier. This time though, he popped the sugarcube inside, and closed the kangaroo's mouth around it.

"So right now," Coach Weaver began, "your body is undergoing a magical transformation as you become a mareboi. Getting you to go into heat was easy, that's just a change of states and pheromones, you had all the parts that needed to be there, they just needed to be activated. But the other stuff, the physical and mental changes, that all requires magic. Normally, your body would draw off the natural background magic and slowly change over time once you've been cunted. I thought about letting you change slowly overtime, but that would take longer than the rest of the season, and I want the boys to have a good bench warmer as quickly as possible. So I've given you a dose of raw magic, it'll super charge the process, and something that would have taken months will just take hours now. It'll even start changing you in ways that normally wouldn't happen until after you'd been awakened."

The inside of Richard's mouth crackled like he'd taken a fist full of poprocks mixed with a 9-volt battery. He could taste the sugar cube dissolving on his tongue, the sensation spreading and seeping through his mouth. He tried to spit it out, but the bear kept his muzzle shut tight. He could feel it starting to ooze down his throat, and he tried not to swallow it, but biology took over, and his throat moved of its own accord. He felt that crackling tingling sensation slide down his throat and start to spread out through him.

Heat began to spread through him starting from his guts and moving to the tip of his tail to his ears, his pupils dilated, and he began to see colors swirling before his eyes. The world had a fuzzy glow as he saw the magical aura of everyone and everything around him. The bear reached into the open locker, and he pulled out a belt. He wrapped it around the roo's muzzle, and then moved behind him. He ran his fingers down Richard's back, and the roo moaned involuntarily.

Richard cursed himself for that moan, he wasn't some fancy flyer... no matter what this fucking prick said. But he did feel another sensation start to rise in him, and it made a lump form his throat. It was like a need, a slight twinge of hunger that was growing exponentially deep from within, his toes curled, and he tried to kick off from the floor but the two other men kept him held tightly in place. His nose started to burn, and he started to smell the scents around him. There was a twinge musky odor he'd never noticed before hanging in the air, and with every breath it became stronger. It made his mouth water, and his dick start to grow hard. The insides of his ears turned red as he blushed, and he tried to growl, but it came out as a squeak in his throat.

"Already starting to feel the changes I see," the bear said as he popped the cap to a bottle of lube, "like the smell of a men's locker room now?" Coach Weaver drizzled lube onto his cock and started to stroke it. That massive thick veiny mass resting above his heavy fuzzy brown balls. "Well trust me, you can get it all you want once you're the team's bench warmer, after practice everyone will be able to come in here and fuck this cute ass of yours until you're more spoo than roo." The bear teased. He moved in closer, and his hand squeezed the kangaroo's muscular rump, before two of his lubed fingers found the buck's hole.

Richard expected it to hurt, he wanted his body to reject those fingers, to push them out, but they slid in with ease. The grizzly's fingers went to the knuckle with the gentlest of pushes. "Oooh, you're already starting to open up for me. That magic must already be working, either that or your backdoor isn't as cherry as I thought it was," the bear teased.

"Fuck you," the roo growled through his bound muzzle the best that he could.

"Oh? Fuck you, don't mind if I do!" Johnson said with a wicked grin. He pulled out his fingers from the roo's hole, and he pressed the tip of his dick to that entrance. He kept it there for a moment, just feeling it twitch and clench, the roo's body trying to decide if it wanted this shaft to ravage him or to be thrown off. But Richard didn't get the choice.

Johnson pressed forward with his weight, and his cock slid right into that tight hole. Again, there wasn't resistance, it just opened for him and he slid in, the boy's insides giving way and the magic already making him slick inside for that thick bear cock. Richard closed his eyes tight, and he tried to deny the pleasure that shot through him like a surge of electricity again. Each inch of that bear cock stroking parts of him he didn't know he had as he finally felt his hips meet his ass.

The bear leaned down, putting the pressure of his belly on the kangaroo's back, and growled into one of the younger man's ears. "Yep, either you're a right faggot or you're already well on your way to doehood."

Richard thrashed under the bear, which made the cock move inside of him, and his own cock twitch. His eyes opened, and he tried to look for a way out, but he was held steadfast. The bear behind him rubbed the younger man's sides, and he straightened himself back up. He gingerly ran his claws through the dark reddish-brown fur on the roo's back, and then he got to work. His hips pulled back, that tight ring lewdly stretched around his thick veiny shaft, before he thrust himself back in, getting a gasp of pleasure from the jock below him. He smirked, and he grabbed hold of the roo's tail with one hand, and onto his hips with the other. Johnson growled lustfully, and then he started to pound the roo with all his might. He wasn't trying to last long, he wanted this kangaroo cunted before he got a chance to escape. He wanted his seed to splash over the young man's insides, and trigger that change that would seal his demise and start the changes that would turn him into the doeboi for him and his team.

"You're going to look so good swelled up with my cubs," the bear groaned as the sound of his hips slapping that younger man's ass. "I can already picture you naked in my kitchen, making my dinner, ready when I come home to push you on your knees and have you lick my balls clean before you beg me for my cum like the horny slut you'll be..." The bear's fat balls slapped against the kangaroo's own, those heavy spuds slapping the light tan, almost white, ones between the jock's legs.

The bear leaned back over the boy, and his hand slid to the boy's shaft, he started to slowly stroke it as he bred Richard had and deep. "You should enjoy this while you can, once you've got my cubs in you this is going to shrink right down and put you in your place. Once your dipstick shrinks, maybe it'll take you down a peg..." The bear teased.

The mixing sensations made fireworks pop inside the roo's head. He found it harder and harder to think as the magic pulsed through his body and mixed with the pleasure his coach was giving him. He knew he should hate this. He wasn't some poof, but the sensations were too strong to ignore. Time blurred together for him, the coach said more, but he found it hard to focus on it. He could tell he was about to cum, he tried to fight it, he held back for as long as he could, but with each trust the fog of lust spread deeper over his mind.

"That's a good girl," the bear moaned above him. "Here it comes. Here comes the seed that will make you a proper cunted doeboi." Johnson's balls pulled up tight to his body, and he growled as he hilted deep inside of that formerly virgin entrance and sealed Richard's fate as he came deep inside of that boy's rear.

Richard's body reacted to the cum inside of him, with the most intense orgasm of his life. As that cum seeped into him, he groaned out, and his cock flexed, achingly hard as he came, and came, and came. He spurted more cum than he ever thought possible over the locker room tiles as his body tried to purge what made him a real man. His balls ached, and his vision spun. He went limp, and he panted the best he could with his muzzle bound. He wanted to curse them out, thrash, do something but he was too lost in the afterglow to do or say anything. The bear bit the back of his neck possessively as his dick softened inside of that round rump, and he pulled out of the roo's broken in hole.

"Okay boys, almost time for your reward," the bear said as he walked to the locker he'd stashed his gear in and pulled out a pack of condoms. He popped two open, and he walked over to the dazed horny boys. He slipped one over each of their dicks. He grabbed Chase's face first, looked him into the eyes as their noses touched. Their breaths mingled together and green electric shocks flashed between the tufts of fur that got too close. "Now Chase, you wouldn't want a pup to ruin your life, right? Or catch the clap, right?"

"No, Coach Weaver," the wolf said dazed.

"Good, then don't you think it would be good to wear a rubber as you treat this bitch exactly like you would have before I came in? He's all broken in and ready by his owner, so you and your friend can do whatever you want with him, but you still want to share with Coach don'tcha?" The bear said in a soft soothing tone as he looked the younger canine directly in the eyes and their breaths mingled between their snouts.

"Yes, Coach Weaver..." the Wolf said.

"Good, now why don't you snap out of it?" Johnson suggested.

Chase blinked, and his senses began to clear. His cock THROBBED above his balls, and a horny scowl formed on his face, before he looked down at the bitchboy filled with cum still spread out exhausted on the bench. The boy didn't need any prodding, he looked down at his dick, made sure the condom was on right, and then started to breed that roo with everything that he had.

Richard groaned as he felt the second dick of his life slide into him, but he was still too worn out to do anything. His dick twitched weakly between his legs, and he tried to force himself to come back to his senses. He could hear the Coach giving the same version of the speech to the horse as his ass was slowly spread open by the other jock's dog cock. He could already feel the knot starting to form, but it had been nothing compared to the bear's dick. The wolf bit down on the back of his neck, and he shuddered as he felt that knotted cock start to pop in and out of his sloppy hole. He groaned, and he felt the roll of condoms hit his back.

"Now you boys have fun, I'll be back for round 2 in about 15 minutes..." The bear said, before crouching down in front of the roo and looking him in the eyes. "Remember boy, I own you know. You're MY doe. I can protect you, keep you safe from all the men that would do much worse things to you than this. Life isn't kind to your kin, but I know enough to keep you safe and well bred."

The bear patted his cheek, and he walked towards his office. The wolf behind him howled and he came hard into the roo's ass, he nipped and bit along the nape of the kangaroo's neck. Blaze came in and pushed the canine off after that, forcing the knot to pop out of Richard's ass, and was instantly replaced by the horse's cock.

As the horse thrusted in and out of him, Richard felt his brain starting to clear. The blurry effect from the raw magic was starting to dissipate, and he realized he could move a bit. He tested himself, wiggling against the horse thrusting in him. He checked his arms, and made sure he had control. He waited for the horse to lean over him, thrusting in deep. He could feel the horse's hot breath on his neck, and when the horse pulled his hips back, Richard pushed back against the bench and rammed the back of his head into the trusting horse's nose. Blaze let out a pained whinny and fell back. Richard stood on wobbly legs, a deep growl rumbling in his throat. He was naked, cum and lube matting his inner thighs, and rage filled his eyes. The wolf sprung up, that distant look in his eyes. He went to grab Richard, but the kangaroo leaned back. His tail balanced him as he kicked forward with both of his legs and sent Chase backwards into the row of lockers, hard enough to dent them.

Blaze held his bleeding nose, his snout clogged with blood, and while the adrenaline filled his body, he looked confused. He looked around and seemed to have no idea how he'd gotten there. Richard gave him a glance and then he heard the door to the Coach's office burst open, and he acted quickly. He grabbed his gym bag from his locker, and he skidded across the tiles. He burst through the double doors that led to the exit, and he slammed them shut. He grabbed the belt around his snout and pulled it free. Threaded it through the door handles, yanked it tight before tying the ends together, and they held tight as a heavy weight slammed into the doors behind him.

"Eat shit," the roo spat.

"You'll be back!" the bear growled through the door, "You don't have anywhere to run! It'll only be worse for you out there."

Richard didn't respond, he was already running down the hallway as he fished his clothes from his bag, and vanished deep into the night.

===

Richard had run since he'd thrown on his clothes and left campus, he hadn't stopped until his heart felt like it'd explode from his chest and his lungs burned with every breath. He put his hands on his knees, and he leaned his side against the brick alley wall beside him. He breathed in and out as his mind raced with what had happened. He could still feel the stickiness of his fur from the load of the bear's cum, and the magic still crackled through his system. As someone who had never been touched by magic before, it was kind of an amazing sensation. It was like having a magnet inside of him, he could feel it tug towards other sources of magic as he'd run. He'd go past a house or spot of land and he'd feel a tug to go towards it and investigate. He wondered if everyone with magic in them felt that or if it was something unique to users or the fact he'd been dosed with more magic than a nonmagical person will get in a lifetime.

He stood up and his back rested against the cool wall. His mind wandered back to his history classes where they'd shown areas of the world that still couldn't be touched because of battles between cultures who thought magic was a good idea to use to kill people. Like in the first world war in the 1910s, where the no-man's land became so charged with magic, people who wander in still don't always wander back out. How the earth is still scared with twisted trees half changed into other materials like fabrics, bones, flesh, and living slimes. The ground was glassed in places from magical bombs, and the bodies of soldiers were trapped in that translucent material. Forever sealed in the moment of their deaths, perfectly preserved.

He'd seen the remains of Pompeii where their priests had tried to stop the volcano and turned everyone on the island to marble. Thousands of people dying in an instant, before being buried in ash by the volcano anyway.

And there were always the mythic wars... there are still places you can't even fly over because of the magical scars that ran so deep. He wondered if they'd known how weird an area could become if you killed a god there. Things still came out twisted and wrong from the spot.

His head hurt.

His legs hurt.

Everything fucking hurt.

This was more thinking and running than he'd ever done in his life. He'd never run from a fight before, and he felt a deep sense of shame for not doing more damage to Coach Weaver. When he was in high school, he'd taken on kids grades above him, he'd fought off groups of blokes who wanted a piece of him, and all left him with scars to prove it. He should have done more.

He also needed to take a massive leak. Richard stood up, turned around, and put his hand on the graffitied wall in front of him. He looked at the layers of paint as he relaxed and let his piss flow along the wall. The fur on the tip of his tail began to bristle, and he felt a shudder spread through his body. Little zaps of green static danced along his pelt, and his vision blurred as a wave of magical energy surged through him. He groaned softly and as his vision began to clear, his eyes went wide as he saw Johnson's face looking at him. He stumbled backward, his dick still out, and he grabbed his pants by the open fly to hold them up.

Coach Weaver's image was in nothing but a jockstrap and polo shirt, his dick was pulsing hard under the fabric, and the image rippled, and the bear now smirked at the roo. His finger pointed down, as if telling the boomer to get down on his knees.

Richard squealed in horror, and he went to do his pants back up, but he felt something strange going on with his junk. He looked down and he was hard as a rock for some reason. A look of panic spread across his face as his cock began to shrink. He felt like he had the morning wood of a virgin teenager again, but he could only watch as it slowly lost the girth and length, he was so proud of. He saw his balls churning, and he watched in horror as they began to bubble and shudder, while they went from lemons, to eggs, to grapes, and...

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, no, no, no, no," he whimpered.

He couldn't watch anymore, he tucked his junk back into his pants, and he took in a deep breath. He went to rub the back of his arm, and that's when he noticed the color on his forearms had changed. What had been a dark reddish brown had turned a blueish gray, like a flyer's fur. He aggressively rubbed at his arms as if trying to scrub off the color as if it was just something blemishing his fur, but he couldn't. It's just what it was now. He dropped his arms in defeat and cradled his head in his paws.

"I... need help," he admitted to himself. He remembered back to earlier in the night, if he was fucked, he was going to take the goddamn bear down with him.

===

Richard stood on the curb opposite of the police station. He could see people moving in and out, and he absently rubbed at the back of his now gray furred arms. He kept glancing at them on the walk over, and he'd watched as the gray fur spread up his formally red arms. There was a possum police officer leaning against the door next to the entrance, smoking a cigarette, and leafing through a magazine.

Richard hated the fucking cops, but he really didn't see any other option. He took a deep breath and walked across the street. He looked up at the looming police sign, and he was about to grab the door handle, when an arm shot out and snatched his wrist. The possum police officer looked at him like he'd just stopped a kid from grabbing a live powerline, and he snarled.

"Don't," he growled and his grip tightened, "you'll regret it."

"What?" Richard asked in confusion.

The possum didn't iterate, he just yanked the kangaroo by the arm, and towards the side of the building. "Not my fucking job..." the possum mumbled, and he drug Richard along, who was too shocked to really put up a fight. "Fucking poofs," he snarled.

He slammed the kangaroo up against the brick wall, and he shoved a finger in the chest.

"How fucking dumb are you?" The possum hissed in a hushed tone.

"Not as much as a copper," the buck shot back. He looked over the possum, his hair was cropped short, and his head was mostly hidden by his peaked hat. The possum looked old up close, he had to be in his 40s at least, and he had the body to prove it. His metal name tag glinted in the night, and Richard caught the words, "Anthony Tompson".

"Oh ha-fucking-ha," the possum said before leaning in, "I mean, why does a fucking cunted faggot who is somehow still in heat, think walking into a police station full of horny fat old men who can't get their dick sucked, even on their birthday, is a good idea?"

"Where fucking else was I supposed to go?" Richard snapped back.

Anthony looked over the roo for a moment, and he clicked his tongue. He backed off, and rubbed his forehead. "God dammit, you're a fucking new welp..." The possum pulled the roo back aways, and they moved further along the side of the building.

"Look," the possum said, "you're not the man you were anymore. Those things you had, you know, "rights" got lost the second someone cunted you." The possum looked over the kangaroo's changes, and he felt the younger mareboi's stomach. Richard opened to mouth to say something, but the possum very firmly said, "shut it."

"I know you didn't terminate the little fucker, because you'd already be in a jail cell, so you shouldn't be this far along in your changes. Let me guess, someone dosed you with raw magic?" Anthony asked.

Richard nodded, "how did you know?"

"I've seen it a few times, normally when someone files a missing person's report for their son, and he turns up a few weeks later in a back room with a pair of tits and his mind mush from someone fucking with it too much," the possum said.

"Look, the fucker raped me, this has got to be a crime, I have every fucking right to walk in there and report it," Richard said.

"You don't actually," the other marsupial said, "according to Mississippi law, you basically became his wife the second he cunted you."

"Wait... that shit's real? How ass backwards is this country?" Richard said as a look of concern moved over his face. "Also, people keep saying 'cunted' what the fuck does that even mean?"

The possum shrugged, "some parts are worse than most, in Vermont there's good protection for people like us. They even train some of their teachers and cops how to not become raving fuckbeasts when they smell someone in heat, like you are right now." The possum continued, "and as for cunted, it means you were bred while you were in heat. Some hippies call it "awakened" or "claimed". Once that happens, your body triggers a magical and physiological change within you to carry young. If you can avoid being bred, that trigger never happens, and you can live a normal life."

"Like us?" Richard asked.

"Why do you think I'm not ravishing you on the floor of the station right now?" The possum asked as he cocked an eyebrow, "I had the sense not to get cunted on my first heat. So I get to still be a real male, and have rights. I have to work shit shifts, and work my ass off so I can take a week off a month for my heat cycle, and live in a bunker under my house, but it's worth it."

"Isn't there some way to stop this?" Richard asked.

"Maybe one day they'll make heat blockers legal, but right now, you either get tough or get cunted, which is what happened to you. So you're already a little doomed faggot. Honestly," the possum said as he took a long drag of his cigarette, before blowing the smoke up towards the sky, "I would go back to whoever did this to you. I've seen what can happen to boycunts when they don't have someone to tug on their leash. Drifting from one heat to the next, popping out kid after kid from one father to another, until they're used up and we scrape them off the pavement. Or if they're really unlucky, they're picked up by a breeding farm and they spend their days whored out to rich men."

Richard looked defeated, and the possum tried to add some sympathy. "Look, I know it's not fair, and it sucks. Maybe one day things will be better, but that's not the time we live in now. So your options now are: 1, Ignore everything I said, and go into the police station. Where you'll end up tied up in a cell and every single one of the men in there will take a turn on your ass, before cutting you loose when your heat ends. 2, Go home, wall yourself until your heat ends, and hope no one busts down your door to take you away to a breeding farm or worse. And 3, go back to the man who did this to you, and just accept your place as his wife. His property. His boycunt."

Anthony finished off his cigarette, and he dropped it on the ground. He snuffed it out with the heel of his boot. "And kid? Forget me. My life is complicated enough, I don't need some poof coming for me to try and protect them."

"Isn't that your whole job," the kangaroo shot back.

"Serve and protect has an asterisk on it kid, it only means the rich and their property. Let me know if your baby daddy has money, and then I can do something for you if he says it's alright." The possum shrugged, and he walked back around the corner, leaving the kangaroo alone.

Richard growled. He wanted to break something. He wanted to yell, shout, and scream. This can't be his life. This can't be how it ends. He had a career, a future all lined up for him. And one bear dick had ruined it. That nice thick bear dick.

That juicy... orgasmic bear dick attached to those big fertile balls and...

The roo's thoughts were interrupted when he heard a laugh from in front of the police station. He could hear two people talking, and panic filled his chest as he heard.

"Hey, do you smell that?" the first voice asked.

"Yeah," the second voice replied.

"Kinda smells like my girl when she's in season, but stronger... where's it coming from?"

Richard didn't wait around to sulk. He turned on his heels and started to run from the voices as fast as his feet could take him.

===

Richard walked down the sidewalk, the yellow streetlights flickering above his head. He looked down at his arms, and he saw the gray fur had already spread up past his elbows and was about to head into his short sleeves. His stomach had an odd itch, and he ideally scratched it. He looked down, and his ears deflated a bit as he realized his chest had swollen since the last time he'd looked.

"This is so stupid," he said as he kicked at a rock laying in his way. It went skittering along the cement further along in his path.

He couldn't figure out what to do. He could head back to his room at Delta Omicron Gama, but then the only thing separating him and an entire house of horny frat boys would be a door so thin he could almost see through it. He'd lost a few inches in height, and he'd already had to cuff up the bottom of his pants to keep them from dragging. Though, what was worse was the fact his pants were getting tighter around his waist as his hips and ass had swollen.

He knew there was no denying it. This wasn't some trick or scam to get him to lift his tail for the coach. He looked at the back of his hands, and he ran his fingers over the gray fur that rested there. He hated that he didn't have a choice in all of this. He tried to think about what he knew about doebois like himself, but no one ever talked about them much. The few he'd known about had been whisked away and never talked about again. He'd just come into class one day, and there would be an empty chair there where a classmate had once been. He wasn't exactly sure what happened to them.

What exactly was his fate if he went home? Even if he hopped on a boat after his heat ended, what kind of life would he have down there? None of his friends would recognize him, his parents might disown him, and what exactly were the rights and freedoms for people like him? At least here, he knew where he stood.

But he had no job. No money. His one skill, soccer, was dead to him as a career now. He couldn't run even if he wanted to. He didn't have the cash for a trip across the ocean, and even if he did manage to get a job to save up, what might happen to him in the meantime? What if he was picked up by one of the people Anthony had talked about? He... he needed some kind of protection. He shuddered as he realized that's exactly what Coach Weaver had offered. It would be a roof over his head, a bit of protection, and a full belly... a really full one at that.

Was that a deal he was prepared to make? The bear had triggered this change in him, took away his choice, and opportunity to decide how he wanted to live.

But what were the alternatives? Be like Anthony? Hide away in a bunker for a week every month just to make sure the worst never happened? And hell, this might have happened anyway. What if he'd gone into heat at the frat house? At a party? On a bus? How many people could he have fought off before they got to him? He kicked a rock in his path as hard as he could, and it pinged off into the night, before bouncing off a trashcan lid and cracking a shop window.

"This is bullshit," he yelled into the night.

"What's bullshit, sweet thing?" A voice asked from behind him. The kangaroo spun around, and his arm was grabbed for the 3rd time that night. What the fuck was it with mysterious men and grabbing his arm? Was that just a thing that was going to happen to him now that he had tits?

"Nothing, now hands off asshole," the roo said with a growl as he tried to pull his arm away. The rat grinned at him, and he showed off a cracked front incisor next to a gold one. The white and caramel rat was massive. He towered over the boomer like a solid wall of solid muscle. Richard tried to decide if the rat was really just that huge or if he was so much smaller now that he seemed massive. He was in a stained white tank top and a pair of jeans. His breath stunk of booze.

"Now now, what kind of a man would I be if I let a pretty lady like you walk home alone?" The rat asked as his grip tightened and he pulled Richard in closer. He sniffed at the air, his whiskers twitching as he took in that scent. "And one that smells so nice too... Maybe I should just take you home, you would look really nice laying on my bed." The rat snarled, his eyes getting a glaze to them, and his pants tightening as he inhaled more of the scent.

"Piss off," Richard said, panic filling him. He tried to pull away, but he was either weaker than the rat was or the brute was just that strong. He knew if he didn't act fast, he'd be in trouble. He didn't hesitate, he leapt up, leaning back on his tail, and balancing there for a moment as he slammed both of his feet into the rat's stomach.

The rat flew backwards, slamming into a set of trashcans, and falling into the curb. Richard didn't wait to find out if the rat got back up, he just took off running down the street. He ran like he'd done so many times tonight. He was tired. He was cold. The dawn morning light surrounded him, and he realized he could not keep this up. He had no other options left. He needed protection. He wasn't as invulnerable as he always thought he was.

===

Richard's hand lingered on the double doors that led into the locker room. The belt had been removed sometime in the night. He signed deeply, and just stood in the hallway. Light drifted in from the windows, casting him in a bright orange light. He looked down at his gray fur, trying to remember what it'd been like when he'd been a real boomer and not the fancy flyer he was now. He pushed those thoughts away, took a deep breath, and pushed open the doors to the locker room.

He could hear sounds coming from deeper within. Richard thought about turning back, wondering if Coach Weaver was actually going to be there or if he was going to have to fight off another person tonight. He came around the corner, and he spotted the bear. His back was turned to the roo, and he was organizing a bin full of equipment. The bear sniffed the air, and he smirked.

"I figured you'd come back," Johnson said before setting down his supplies and turning around. He was wearing a white polo shirt with a red M embroidered above his left peck. He was in a pair of shorts that showed off his muscular legs, and socks that went up past his ankles. He crossed his arms, and looked over the kangaroo before him. He gave a little whistle, "You were sexy before, but now, I have to say even with the herbs I took, it's hard not to pounce on you."

"You've already done it once," the roo growled.

"True," the bear shrugged, "in hindsight, that was a dick move. I should have let your heat drive you mad with lust, and then fucked you when you begged me for it. You'll probably never forgive me, and understandably so."

"You're damn right," the roo growled. "You fucking raped me."

The bear didn't respond right away, he thought about it, and he scratched the stubble on his chin. He took a deep breath, and sighed. "I did, there's no denying that. I fully and 100% admit it." Coach Weaver paused to run his hand through his hair and continued, "I was in the wrong. I'm not going to beg for your forgiveness, I did what I did. If you forgive me one day, that's your choice, but I can at least promise you I'll never do it again."

"And why would I be dumb enough to believe that?" Richard growled.

"Have you ever heard of sacred oaths?" Johnson said, before walking over to a bench and sitting down.

"Like those things knights used to make to their kings and fair maidens?"

"Yeah, well, the thing not everyone talks about is there's a magical version of that. It's something that can only be done by a person to themselves, and can only be rescinded by the person the oath was made to," Weaver explained, "they're easy enough to do. So I could make an oath to never harm you again, and I would be magically bound to that promise. You're the only one that could ever free me from it, and I'd never be able to force you to try and do so."

"That kind of sounds too good to be true," the kangaroo said, "how do I know it'll all won't just be for show and you won't just do what you want with me?"

"I guess you don't," the bear said with a shrug, "but I can sweeten the deal." The bear reached for a small bag under the bench, and pulled it onto his lap. He unzipped it, and he tossed it to the kangaroo's feet. The roo's eyes went wide as he gawked at what was inside. It was filled with money. A few thousand at least.

"I do this job because I like sports, not because I need money. I'm a druid. I can literally walk into a farmer's field, chant some mumbo jumbo, and guarantee all of his crops come up healthy. They then usually graciously compensate me for my time," the bear explained. "You can take that, and walk out the door right now and I won't stop you. You could go back to Australia. You could move to Montana under a false identity. You could buy a bunker in the woods." The bear said. "Or you can stay here with me. Raise my cubs. Live that domestic life. After all, you are my wife."

"Husband," the roo snapped.

"Not according to the law..." the bear said with a grin.

Richard rolled his eyes.

"Plus, if you stay here," the bear said, before he reached into his pants and pulled out his junk for the kangaroo to see. "You get this whenever you want. I can fill you up with load after load, and make you squeal like the horny boycunt you are." The bear pointed to the bag on the floor, "you could even use that as an escape fund, if you ever get sick of my shit, you can take off and leave."

Richard looked at the bear's junk, then at the bag of money, and then to the bear's junk again. His mouth started to water as he looked at those potent balls that had bred him just hours before, he felt what was left of his cock twitch, and he felt a need deep down inside of him. He felt hot under his clothes, and he gulped. Isn't that why he'd come back here? To have someone strong enough to protect him? Though... he had a choice now. He could take them money and run. Or... he could give himself to this bear. His body ready to take his thick veiny cock, his tight hole squeezing on that shaft or his muzzle worshiping it after he came home from a long day at work. He could feel those powerful hips slapping against his ass again, those heavy balls hitting his own smaller ones. An involuntary squeak left his throat, and he blushed.

"I'm guessing you're thinking over my offer?" The bear chuckled, "I have what you really need right here..." the bear said as he grabbed his dick and started to slowly stroke it as the kangaroo watched. "Come on my darling dear, do what your body is telling you. You know what you really want, and what you're really for. So if you want a life where you get all the bear cubs in your belly you can handle, and all the jock dick your heat could crave, just take off your clothes and bend over the bench. Coach will take care of the rest. By tonight you'll have a belly full of my cubs, guts filled with my cum, an ass stretched wide, and a warm bed to curl up in safe from anything that might harm you." The bear growled lustfully, "so what do you say Dick? Are you going to be a good wife for your Papa Bear or are you going to be a bad bitchboy and take the money and run?"

"First off," Richard said as he reached for the hem of his shirt, "fuck you for thinking I'm some low brow hooker who can just be bought." The former boomer said as he pulled his shirt off from over his head. His chest bounced as he did so, that more feminine figure coming into play. "At best, I'm a courtesan, I should be making you romance me for this." The roo said as he put his hands on his hips. "And just because I'm about to bend over for your dick, and let you pound me into this bench, doesn't mean we're going to have a long talk about exactly what our life is going to be like after this." He said, before he kicked off his shoes.

The bear grinned so wide that his teeth showed, "cracking the whip already, wifey?"

"I'll crack your dick off with my arse if you're not careful, hubby," the roo shot back as the insides of his ears turned red with a blush.

"Promises, promises," the bear growled lustfully.

Richard reached for his belt, and unbuckled it. That silver kangaroo clasp coming undone, and allowed him to unbutton and unzip his pants. He let them drop along with his underwear, and he hesitated for a moment, before looking down. He felt hard. He felt like he was more aroused than he had ever been in his life. But where a proud symbol of masculinity that even a horse would envy once stood, now a little bump, just an inch or two long remained. His once full potent balls were practically gone too, just little bumps under what was left of his shaft. He had blond tufts of fur on his crotch that were longer than his dick now.

His fur had changed to mostly gray. There were a few patches of his old red brown fur, but he looked more like a flyer than a boomer now. He stepped out of his pants, and sighed as he kicked them aside. He felt along his body, feeling the changes that had been made to it. His fur felt softer, more silky. His scent seemed different too, it was lighter, less musky and more earthy. He shook his shaggy blond head, and bent over the bench. He lifted his tail, showing off his pink puckered hole that laid between his cheeks. Johnson growled lustfully behind him, and he moved in behind the roo.

"Don't worry," he cupped the roo's ass in one hand and ran his hand along the lad's thick tail. "this is the right choice, you'll see..." The bear reached into his pocket, and pulled out a bottle of lube. He popped the top, and squirted some of it onto his fingers. He gently teased the roo's hole, and Richard squeaked involuntarily.

It felt... so different than it had a few hours before. It was like stroking his dick had been after not nutting for a few days. He shuddered and he felt those fingers slip inside of him, and the feeling just grew more intense. Every stroke was like magic. And in a way, it was. He huffed under his breath and let out a pleasure filled groan. The bear's scent was filling his nose now, that musky locker room smell that had always seemed like background noise was now in the forefront of his mind, making parts of him just fill with desire.

"Oh your heat is bad, isn't it girl? No wonder you're so ready to be my wife," the bear teased. Coach Weaver eased that hole open more, that muscle now stretchier than it had been before. Johnson moved in closer, letting his dick slide between the roo's thighs, and along that little bump of a sack and the nub of a dick between the other man's legs.

Richard went to give a good comeback, but whatever it was died in his throat and turned into a slutty moan as the bear slid out his fingers and quickly slid in his dick. That feeling was electric. It was so different from the night before. This time it felt like a lock swallowing the key made for it. He could feel his insides squeezing around it as it slid deeper inside of him, and nerves he'd never had before cried out in pleasure.

Richard gripped the bench, and he felt the bear lay over his back. He felt that heavy gut on his lower back like it was a shelf made just for that. He felt the bear hilt in him, and as those heavy male balls swung up and smacked his smaller mareboi ones, he felt his little dick flex, and a weird tingle in his stomach. Without realizing it, he started to push himself back, and he moaned.

"See," the bear growled in his ear, "told you you'd like it." He gave a slap to the roo's ass, before hugging him around the waist and he started to pound his dick in and out that tight hole that felt so perfect for this. Richard wanted to deny it, but it felt so amazing. He gripped the bench tightly, and he felt himself tense up around the bear who let out a satisfied moan. He gasped as the bear plunged his depths, rubbing some spot inside of him that was making his whole-body shudder.

"Fuck you," he said in annoyance.

"I think that's what you're doing already," he said with a chuckle, before reaching up and tousling the kangaroo's blond hair, "wifey..."

"Fine," he squeaked, "fuck me harder than." The roo moaned, and slammed his ass back into that pumping shaft.

"As you wish, missus..." The bear growled. He adjusted himself, and he started to really pound the roo's ass. His rump rising and falling as it slammed home again and again. His tail flicked, and sweat pooled under his fur as the former stud below him slowly became a whimpering horny puddle of pleasure. He closed his eyes, and he felt a fire start to grow in his belly out from where the tingle had come from earlier. He felt that magical static build up in his fur again, green light bouncing between tufts. His vision blurred again, he tried to warn Weaver, but then he felt something lurch and he heard a soft pop. He felt something... odd. He let go of the bench and reached down to where the feeling had come from. His eyes grew wide as he felt an opening. His heart sank...

"I have a fucking pouch," he yelped. In hindsight, he should have expected this. But... still.

"Oh good, then I can do something I saw in a porno once..." Johnson panted. He reached down and snuck his hand into that opening, and the roo felt extremely odd being penetrated from both the front and back. But... he didn't not like the feeling. Then he felt something get twisted, and he squeaked out in pleasure.

"What the fucking hell was that?" He panted.

"I squeezed one of your tits, see?" The bear said as he gave them another squeeze. The roo squeaked again, and the bear started to slowly rub his thumb over one of those sensitive nipples inside, and that's when the roo lost it. Something snapped, and he just went over the edge. He started to cum, weak watery seed dribbling out of his cock while the bear pounded him. His small dick flapping as the bear's thick monster split him open.

"There's a good girl," Johnson said, his own balls pulling up and filling that roo's ass with his potent cum for the second time...

-10 months later-

"Oh yeah, Richard was a dick. A huge dick," Blaze said to the freshman possum player standing on the field next to him. "He had one too, maybe that was a part of it."

"Really?" The younger man asked, "they've been so great."

"I know it's hard to believe, but they really did use to be... But, ever since coach," the horse blushed and coughed, "did what he did. They've been great... that first week the entire team just RAILED him nonstop, I think we were all trying to make up for how much of an asshole he was by fucking his. After that, and when they were for sure pregnant with Rebecca, they really calmed down. They started acting kind of like a parent? I guess. Maybe something kicked in. They couldn't play anymore, but they became our assistant coach. He started teaching us his old moves, and we started to win game after game... we became a better team."

"So..." the possum asked, the inside of his ears turning red, "why exactly are we all standing here naked?" He said, gesturing down the line of the rest of the team stretching down the field.

"Oh fuck, we forgot to tell you," the horse said like he'd forgot to mention a math test they needed to study for, "this is how we started training eventually. It helps with the team bonding, and if we fuck on the field we don't ruin our clothes." The jock shrugged, "And they say it helps them see our form easier... not sure how true that is, but..."

There was a sharp whistle from the sidelines, and the whole team snapped to attention. They looked forward, and standing in front of them was a gray kangaroo, hips wide, chest full, and dick limp. Their golden blond hair danced in the breeze, and they held the soccer ball against one of their large hips.

"Alright boys," the roo said in his high voice, "I have a real treat for you if you do well tonight. The person who I think does the best gets 30 whole minutes with me, and they get to put it in my pouch." There was a series of gasps and murmurs above the boys. "The husband is taking over pouch duty, so I'll be free for a bit," Richard said gesturing to the bear on the sidelines. He had a cloth harness wrapped around him, a little roo tail peeked out of one end. Johnson waved, and bounced the bundle in his arms.

"Alright, let's start with a few laps, let me see what you've got!" The roo said, and the bear gave a sharp whistle. Richard smirked as he watched the naked players start to trot along, the new possum boy blushing extremely hard, trying to hide the boner that was starting to form. Richard looked down at his own nub, and his pouch that felt so light for not having the weight he'd carried for months. He had to be honest, he kind of missed it... It was only a matter of time before Rebecca started to eat solid foods and she was out of the pouch for good. Richard looked at his husband, and he sighed. They were getting along, and the sex was fantastic, but he kept finding it hard to trust the bear after that one night. He'd taken the magical oath thing, like he promised, but Richard was always worried that was all for show.

The big brute was currently bouncing the joey in the cloth pouch gingerly as he'd smiled down at them.

Johnson had been a pretty great father so far, but Richard never liked to leave the two of them alone. Maybe he would one day, after the bear had proven himself. He thought about the cash he had stored in a few safe places. If he ever needed to- if Johnson fucked up just once- he'd be gone with Rebecca and he'd never look back. He'd made sure to file the right papers with the Australian embassy to get her dual citizenship. He'd not told Johnson that, just in case.

Weirdly... he'd even been a good husband. He picked up his dishes, was always horny, they never really fought. If they ever need any extra cash, Johnson fucked off for two weeks and came back with whatever they need. When you have all your basic needs taken care of, it's kind of amazing how much stress just melts away completely, and you get to just be yourself.

Richard asked him once why he didn't just get rich and buy a mansion with the stuff, and the bear shrugged. He said material possessions never mattered to him much, he only cared about taking what he needed to survive. He talked about fucking off to the woods eventually, but he wants to find the right piece of land. Somewhere with strong ley lines, and that needed to be healed. He talked about building some weird henge or something. Honestly, the roo still got kind of glassy eyed when the bear got too deep in the magic talk. The only reason he hasn't yet, is that he does actually like sports and coaching- and a 3 hour commute doesn't appeal to him.

Richard bit his lip, and he felt a tingle between his legs as he saw the hunky boys run past again... He knew his heat was going to come back in with a vengeance soon, and it was going to be hard as fuck to run away if he was pregnant again. But... maybe he wouldn't have to. He'd just have to wait and see what the future held.