H.S.T Sophomore Year Ch 6
#6 of HST Sophomore Year
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
The pain surged through Mason's leg as he limped towards coach Giles office. He figured he could practice with his torn tendons and muscles if he kept off them but now they were just worse. Sucking through his teeth as he took one last painful step, he stood outside the medic's room amongst the old utility closets in the basement of the school. Pulling off his helmet, he revealed his buzzed, sweat drenched black hair. He was about to knock on the door but it opened before he could. Coming out was the new kid, carrying a white helmet in his hands and wearing the schools white and blue football uniform. He was also wearing that green cap Mason always saw on his head, covering up his ears and most of his blonde hair. He had only been in the school for a few and he was already on the roster for quarterback, Mason's position.
He looked up at Mason and smiled, his emerald green eyes staring into Mason's grayish blues. "Hey Mason." he said in a charming tone. He then reached up to touch Mason's cheek, "What handsome blue eyes you have..." Mason's brows raised and he smacked the hand away, "Don't touch me, fairy!" The kid laughed at the remark in a feminine tone as he walked away, "Sorry to hear about the leg." Coach Giles was standing at the door when Mason looked back, "Come on in Mason." Mason gave the queer looking kid one last glance before stepping into the office. It wasn't that he didn't like gays, he didn't like being touched.
"Is it your leg again?" the coached asked, pulling out his old pipe. Even though Giles was in his mid-thirties, he had a habit of smoking tobacco out of a pipe like his father. That and nobody made a fuss about him smoking in the lower parts of the school. As he climbed up onto the medical table Mason groaned, "Yeah. So what was he doing here?" he asked, nodding out the door as he slipped of his cleats, holding back a look of pain. "Nicholas? He just offered me a little tobacco, said his father grows it." Putting his black wood pipe between his lips, Giles cleared his long brown bangs away from his dark brown eyes before using a match to light the pipe. As the tobacco burned, Mason inhaled a bit of smoke that lingered around his nose. It smelled like a combination of cherries and oranges, something he had never smelled in tobacco before.
Mason started to sway a little, as did the coach, the strength of the burning plant starting to overtake them as Giles inspected the quarterback's lower right leg. Swaying to the left, Mason blinked as he reached up to rub his ears which were starting to ache as he asked, "Is it bad...coach?" Lowering his hands back down to the protective pads on his lap, Mason failed to notice his ears had stretched to the top of his head. They had become pointed and covered in thin bluish-gray fur. Giles was quiet for some time as the smoke from his pipe really started to hover around the two as his fingers pressed into Mason's leg. Blinking hard, he noticed his nails were getting darker. Trying to ignore it he said, "It doesn't look good; you really pushed it this time. You most likely won't be able to play."
Mason's heart jumped because of the news and he flexed his toes. The coached watched in a daze as the jock's toes thickened before his eyes, the soles of Mason's feet becoming darker and darker till they were jet black, stretching the white strap beneath his feet that were connected to his football pants. His nails became long and black as they pushed from thick chubby paws as more bluish fur spread upward from the tips. "Is there anything you can do coach?" Giles looked up at Mason, for some reason not shocked to see the kid's mouth and lips had sunk into droopy jowls, covered in blue fur and black markings from the jaw down. The coach hid a silent moan as he felt something happening to his uncut prick beneath his black sports shorts. Closing his eyes, he felt his cock shrink before something long and wet fell between his legs. "Coach, are you okay?" Giles looked at Mason again, not sure about what was happening to him but whatever it was was forming a slope in his shorts. Weakly smiling and showing off pearly white canines, "I'm fine Mason, just go ahead and kneel on the table and I'll do a thorough inspection."
Oddly Mason had a problem with kneeling but he couldn't help but do as he was told. Staring straight ahead, the jock awkwardly felt comfortable on all fours, letting his tongue hangout to show he was content, drooling on the green material beneath him. He wasn't the only one losing his mind. As the coach reached out with two chocolate brown paws to grab Mason's pants, the jock started to whimper while lowering his ass down towards the table, "Cr...croach! I don't feel right!" he said with a pained expression. Lifting the kid's shirt off his back, Giles licked his lips as they turned a dark shade of brown, watching as more blue fur spread over Mason's back. "My ass rurts!" Mason cried, jutting his hips until a long, blue whip like tail snaked its way pass the rim of the jock's pants.
Mason seemed relieved as his new tail wagged behind him. But suddenly, in unison, Mason and the coach cried out, Giles leaning against the table as they looked up at the ceiling. With painful cracking and the stretching of skin, their jaws reached upward, their noses sinking into flat dark pads. The coach's face was just now sprouting brown and black fur as his ears flopped while Mason was sporting the looks of a Great Dane. Giles struggled to climb on top of Mason and tear off his own clothes at the same time. The young jock's new form was straining in places, especially his bulging knotted cock which was pressing painfully up against the cup in his jock strap.
As the coach kicked back with his foot-paws, Mason padded pants were pushed all the way down to his knees, leaving his furry blue ass completely exposed except for the tight bands of his jock strap, his throbbing red prick stretching the material. His hole aching and his head full of thoughts, Mason wanted to shout, "Get off me!" But instead he shouted, "Urry up and fuck me! Panting and bobbing his big hips forward, the coach stuck his long tongue out and lapped at the back of Mason's furry neck while his meat smashed into the jock's toned ass cheeks. Growling, Giles gave off a dog like howl as the black fur splintered down his back and white fur replaced the hair on his worked stomach, patches of brown covering his legs and arms as he stuck his ass in the air, a black whip tail with a brown nub on the end falling between his legs. And as soon as it was out in the air, the hound dog sank his vein covered cock deep into Mason, making the Dane howl before falling on his face in the agony of penetration.
Mason felt pain but he couldn't move as the coach grabbed on to his legs and started to pull him back into the raging fucking. Besides the feeling of the massive length in his ass, his injured leg was starting to swell again. "Please coach, ret gro of my leg!" But as the coach's hard stomach brushed up against Mason's back, the dog jock started to notice his leg was hurting less and less. Panting, he clenched his eyes as his red dog dick was pressing over the edge of his cup, grinding hard into it. Letting his tongue hang from his mouth, the brutal pounding and the grinding of the cup pushed him over the edge as he squirted warm, watery dog cum all over the table beneath him. Panting with sweat running down his forehead, Mason naturally leaned down to lap up his sticky mess.
A satisfied look on his face, Mason looked up with a dog like grin to see people walking by the glass window of the door, blurred so that they couldn't see in. In his new mid, he found it hilarious as he enjoyed the first of many brutal, but glorious romps during lunch, after practice, or during games when he wasn't running on his strong, brand new leg.