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It was a hot summer day, and the sun was beating down on the soccer field as the tryouts for the varsity team were underway.

Among the hopefuls was a small rabbit named Silas, whose snow-white fur shimmered in the sunlight. Silas stuck out from the rest of the players like a sore thumb. He was the only herbivore of the group and noticeably shorter than all his peers. Silas was a confident player. His control of the ball earned him the place as the top goal scorer in the herbivore league, but this was different. If Silas wanted to make a name for himself, he needed to learn how to play against carnivores.

Looking around taller and mostly older males, Silas tried his best to suppress his fear. He technically had every right to try out for the team. According to the Equal Species Protection Act, institutionalized discrimination against any species was prohibited. However, Silas knew all too well that the law was a complete joke.

Predators systematically excluded and oppressed any species that they deemed inferior. Herbivore species were the biggest victims of this, it was almost impossible to find any herbivore that held a position of power over a predator.

This social hierarchy was enforced socially, not by any written laws. Laws like the "Equal Species Protection Act" only existed to let the more tolerant, liberal predators live in a fantasy land where equality between the species exists and herbivores simply choose to stick to their own kind.

Any herbivore that violated this social norm "needed to be taught their place" where they were harassed or beaten. Silas had endured his fair share of that. Herbivores and predators intermingling was socially taboo, so most herbivores would never even consider trying out for a sports team that consisted of only predators.

All of Silas's friends had warned him against trying out for the soccer team. They told him that it was a lost cause, that he would never make it past tryouts, and that he should just stick to playing with other herbivores. But Silas was not going to let this fucked up society get in the way of his hopes and dreams. He believed deep down that he belonged on that field, that he deserved a chance to show what he could do, and that he could prove to everyone that he was just as good, if not better, than any predator on the team.

Silas had his train of thought abruptly halted as he was unexpectedly thrust, face-first, into the grass. The force of the impact sent a jolt of pain shooting through his body, and he instinctively raised his hands to break his fall. As he lifted his head from the muddy ground, Silas caught sight of a familiar face looming over him. It was the face of Max, the team captain and left-wing striker of the school's varsity team last year.

Max sneered down at Silas, flashing his razor-sharp teeth in a predatory grin. His eyes were cold and calculating, filled with a mixture of contempt and amusement. He towered over Silas, standing at an imposing six feet tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms. His fur was a tawny golden color, and his tail flicked back and forth behind him like a whip.

"Welcome to hell little bunny" Max snarled, watching as Silas struggled to his feet.

As the coach blew his whistle for the first drill, Silas knew that this was going to be much harder than anything he had experienced before. The drill was simple, pass the ball up and down the field without letting the defense intercept it. Silas got off to a good start, making some solid passes and getting into open spaces. He moved effortlessly across the field, dribbling the ball with precision and finesse. But then, as he tried to make a quick move to get past a defender, he was tripped up once again by Max. The impact sent a jolt of pain shooting through his body, and he landed hard on the ground, knocking the wind out of him.

Silas lay there for a moment, gasping for breath and trying to recover from the fall. Raising his head, he looked at the head coach hoping for a little help. The rabbit's heart sank as the Doberman coach stared back, not seeming to care at all. It was clear that these tryouts were rigged against herbivores, but Silas wasn't about to give up. He forced himself to his feet, gritted his teeth, and got back into the game. Despite the pain and exhaustion, he pushed himself harder than ever before.

The rest of the day passed in a blur as Silas struggled to keep his head up amidst the constant barrage of insults and physical attacks from Max. Every time he got the ball, he was met with either an elbow or a shove from the tiger, using every trick in the book to throw him off balance and make him look weak. On one occasion, a defender hurled a lengthy pass down the field intending it for Silas. Silas, with perfect timing, sprinted toward the ball and took flight just in time. As the rabbit ascended into the sky, he suddenly felt an unsettling force yanking on his shirt. Before the freshman knew what was happening, he found himself being forcefully dragged through the air until he landed heavily on the damp grass.

Silas squinted up at Max, who towered over him, the gleam from Max's golden necklace illuminated his muscular frame beneath his tightly fitted jersey. His hazel eyes narrowed menacingly, projecting pure hostility. "Go home, little bunny," Max said with disdain "And never come back. You don't belong here."

As the final whistle blew to signal the end of practice, all the carnivores began to head towards the locker room. A massive seven-foot-tall gray wolf named Lucas looked down at the rabbit still sprawled out on the grass with sympathy. "I don't hold anything against herbivores," he said softly, "but we are playing to win, and I don't think a five-foot-tall rabbit can keep up."

The rabbit responded with a smirk, trying to brush off the comment. "Actually, I'm five feet and one inch," he said, proudly displaying his height.

Lucas shook his head and chuckled, amused by the little rabbit's persistence. "Alright kid, good luck" he replied before turning to walk off the field.

Silas lay there for a moment, his heart heavy with disappointment. He trudged off the field, shoulders slumped, feeling defeated. He started to wonder if this had all been a big mistake.

---

As Silas walked home, he picked up his phone and saw a message from his best friend Jack waiting for him. Jack was an alpaca who had been his best friend since childhood. He had a warm, friendly face and always made Silas feel better when he was feeling down.

"Hey man, how'd the tryouts go?" read the message from Jack.

Silas hesitated before typing back "Horrible" and explained in detail .

Jack replied quickly, offering words of comfort and support "It sounds like he is insecure and just jealous of your talent. Assholes like Max don't want to accept that us herbivores can be good at anything."

Jack continued "If Max was so sure that a herbivore couldn't possibly be an asset to the team, why wouldn't he just play fairly and let you fail by your own accord?"

"Yeah, but what am I supposed to do? No one will even give me a chance" Silas replied somberly.

Jack suggested a bold plan of action. "Maybe you could try and embarrass him in front of his friends? You know how these predators have fragile egos."

Jack sent another message: "You know Chloe, right? The doe with big tits? She is dating Max. I was talking to her friends, and they say she's never had sex with Max even though she practically begs for it all the time. Bro! Could you imagine passing up that piece of ass? That cat ain't normal! Her friends say they think Max might even be a virgin too! Isn't that crazy?"

It was uncommon for predators and herbivores to date. However, occasionally, a predatory male would take interest in an herbivore female because they believed that herbivore females were generally more submissive and docile, which made them easier targets for sexual conquests.

Silas grinned; he could always rely on the alpaca to provide him with the most juicy gossip among herbivores. The information made Silas feel a little bit better, but he still didn't understand how it was useful.

"How exactly am I supposed to use this information anyways? If I say any of this Max will slit my throat. It sounds like you are trying to get me killed, bro" Silas replied.

A few moments later he got a response.

"Look, you know I think what you are doing is fucking crazy. All I am trying to say is this: If you want to be accepted by other predators then you need to start acting like one."

Silas set down his phone. Maybe Jack was right.

---

Silas arrived early for the second day of tryouts. He saw Max warming up and kicking the ball around with his teammates. As soon as Max spotted Silas, he smirked and walked over to him.

"Look who decided to show up again," he sneered. "You got a kink for being pushed around by larger predators or something?"

Silas stood tall and looked right back at him. "You have a small penis," he said flatly.

Max froze for a second, his eyes widened in rage. His entire body seemed to tremble with fury and his sizable biceps instinctively flexed as he stared daggers at Silas.

"You have a death wish, little bunny?" he spat out through gritted teeth.

Silas felt a knot forming in his stomach. He tried to remain calm, but he had no idea where he was going with this.

The other players stopped what they were doing and watched the exchange, unsure of what was going to happen next. Some of them exchanged nervous glances, while others whispered amongst themselves, wondering whether they should intervene before things got out of hand.

Despite his fear, Silas refused to back down. He knew that if he did, Max would never respect him as an equal. And so, he continued to stare directly into the tiger's eyes, refusing to be intimidated by his bravado.

Silas took a deep breath and continued,

"I hear you're a virgin too. Guess that's why you're so aggressive on the field, trying to compensate for something".

Max had heard enough. He lunged forward but Silas's short stature allowed him to duck out of the way. The other predators laughed as Max stumbled past them.

"I guess size really does matter after all, huh?" Silas added one more dig before heading towards the benches. As he walked away, Silas could hear the other predators howling in laughter behind him.

Silas stepped onto the field with a newfound sense of confidence. He knew that if he wanted the chance to prove his skills, he had to prove that he could stand up for himself too. When the coach divided the team for one-on-one drills, Silas used his quickness and agility to expertly maneuver his way around the bigger and stronger players. His feet barely touched the ground as he zigzagged back and forth across the field, evading their attempts to dispossess him of the ball.

Eventually, Silas found himself face to face with Max once again. Silas charged forward with renewed determination; his eyes locked onto the target in front of him. As he neared the tiger, Silas feigned left and then cut sharply to the right. Max lunged at him, attempting to use his intimidating strength to knock the rabbit off balance. But Silas had anticipated this move and quickly hopped over the tiger's outstretched leg.

The spectators gasped in amazement as they watched the rabbit dart past Max, leaving the stunned predator flailing behind him. Silas continued sprinting towards the goal and launched a shot past the keeper. The ball hit the net with a satisfying thud.

As Silas stepped into the showers after a grueling day of soccer tryouts, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride coursing through his veins. Today he had won the respect of his teammates and proven himself to be more than just a vulnerable herbivore.

And as Silas hopped in the showers, he spotted Max who immediately turned his back to the smaller rabbit. But Silas, still riding his high from the successful day of tryouts, decided to taunt Max further. "What's wrong kitty? Hiding something?" he said with a smirk on his face.

"C'mon, size doesn't mean everything," he added, flashing a sadistic smile at the enraged tiger.

At that moment, Max whipped around, hands still covering his genitals. "Shut up rabbit! You don't know anything about me!" he yelled. His entire body seemed to shake with fury as he stared daggers at Silas.

The immature display from Max made Silas giggle.

"Well, we could find out" Silas teased, confidently leaning back, making sure his soapy six-inch flaccid member was on display.

"I mean, surely you're bigger than a little herbivore, right?" Silas teased.

"You're just a fag who wants to see my cock" Max retorted.

Silas' confidence grew, now openly challenging the team captain.

"You could put all the rumors to rest, right now in front of everyone. If you are bigger than me, I will apologize, hell, I will leave this team and never come back."

Silas grinned, as soon as he uttered these words, Silas felt a sense of exhilaration coursing through his veins. It was as if everything he had been through with Max - the constant bullying, the name-calling, the physical abuse - had culminated in this one moment. He knew that emasculating a predator was an extremely dangerous thing to do. However, Silas was certain that this pussycat was all bark and no bite.

The atmosphere in the locker room grew tense, as everyone watched on with bated breath, waiting for the conflict between Max and Silas to escalate into something much more violent.

The muscles on Max's arms tightened as he growled menacingly, preparing to leap towards Silas. But as the tiger started to move forward, he couldn't help but notice how confident the smaller rabbit looked standing there naked. His legs were spread apart, and his hands were firmly planted on his hips, proudly displaying his rapidly thickening manhood to everyone in the room. His lithe body seemed much stronger than it should be for someone so small. And he was extremely fast too - faster than anyone expected an herbivore to be. For just a brief moment, Max hesitated. Was he really sure that he would win if it came down to physical combat? The stakes were high and the thought of losing scared him more than anything else. In fact, he had never been in a real fight before. Silas, on the other hand, didn't seem scared at all; he seemed almost eager to face off against Max. And suddenly, Max realized that this little herbivore might actually be able to take him down.

"What is taking so long? I'm starting to wonder if you even have a cock at all" Silas jeered, adding fuel to the fire.

Max just stood there completely dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't move. He couldn't think of anything to say. His entire identity - his masculinity, his reputation, his status - was crumbling before his very eyes. It felt like the freshman rabbit was taking a sledgehammer to his entire world and he was letting it all happen. He knew this humiliation wasn't something he could ever recover from. The damage being done by this little rabbit was irreversible. He couldn't even imagine how he would ever be able to regain the respect and admiration he once had from his teammates.

Max's face flushed as he tried to swallow his self-hatred. He was supposed to be the captain of the team, the one everyone looked up to, the one who kept everyone in line. He wasn't supposed to take any shit from anyone. especially an herbivore, But now, it seemed like all he could do was watch as his world collapsed around him.

Silas' cock swelled as he intently watched the tiger's reaction. Max's once intimidating and powerful body now looked cute to him. The way the tiger's eyes widened with shock and anger, the way his muscles tensed - it all turned him on.

Even though every fiber of the rabbit's being screamed at him to stop provoking the older predator, he felt an uncontrollable urge to push this feline further. He felt like a switch inside of him had been turned on. Humiliating the team captain in front of his peers almost made the rabbit delirious with lust.

By now, the rabbit's manhood had grown to about ten inches and throbbed menacingly at Max. It was almost as thick as a soda can. The shaft itself was almost a sickly alabaster, gnarled its entire length with oaken veins of purple and blue. The head of his cock was plumb-sized and bright red, and it leaked a clear white precum. Silas's large heavy testicles weighed down on his scrotum, causing it to hang low, the excess skin formed numerous grotesque wrinkles that distorted the shape and symmetry of the flesh hanging beneath the penis. Silas wagged his erect member at the enraged tiger who was still covering himself up and teased further.

"What's your answer pussycat? Are you gonna be a man? Or run away with your tail between your legs?"

Max found it difficult to maintain eye contact with Silas. It was as if the rabbit's massive member had its own gravitational pull, drawing Max's attention away from everything else around him. He felt himself becoming entranced by the sheer size and power of it all. Max could only think of a venomous snake displaying bright colors to warn predators to stay away. He didn't understand how a lowly herbivore could possess such a menacing weapon. His mind raced through every possibility of how many women (and maybe even men) had been defiled by this rabbit's cock. The thoughts filled him with an irrational mixture of envy and desire.

As Max was lost in thought, he realized everyone's eyes were on him. Some looked at Max with sympathy. Others looked with disgust, wondering how a predator could become so captivated by a herbivore's manhood. Eventually, Max snapped out of his trance-like state and realized what a foolish spectacle he must have made. In a hurry, he rushed towards the exit, still clutching at his own groin area and trying to shield himself from further embarrassment.

Silas smirked as he watched Max scamper off. It was almost comical. The rest of the predators simply stared blankly at each other, unsure of what had just transpired. Silas knew that things would be different for him from now on. He would no longer be seen as a meek little bunny who could be easily tormented. Instead, the predators would see him for what he truly was - a ferocious hunter, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment. With this newfound power coursing through his veins, Silas allowed himself a satisfied grin, eagerly anticipating the day when he could finally sink his teeth into Max.