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Knothole High: Playing for the Team

Lesson One: Take Help when it's Offered

The alarm blared in Billy Sorres' ears.

For what had seemed like a dragging eternity, slowly and agonisingly pulled himself up from his ragged half-eaten mattress on the floor. The piss-ridden, uncovered dump was a concrete slab and far from comfortable to sleep on. Not that he wanted the alternative.

His dad once told him that very mattress was the very one he was conceived on so it was a 'goddamn-fucking honour' that he got to sleep on it.

Honour or not, Billy hated the mattress.

He arched his back, pressing his hands against the base of his spine and trying to stretch out the sores that had developed overnight. Rolling his wry shoulders helped a little. The audible popping of his bones reawakening after practically being fossilised against the mattress was refreshing if a little painful.

He didn't want to look at his dismal room. His junk from over the years as well as whatever 'keepsake' his father decided to 'honour' him with littered the room. It was more like a storage closet than an actual bedroom. Cardboard boxes were stacked to the roof, barring the window and only letting traces of the warm, golden sun through.

The only thing unobscured by the boxes was a mirror.

As he did every day, Billy stood in front of the mirror and regarded his scrawny figure. His ribs poked out from his lightly tanned flesh. There was some muscle there but they hung loosely on a skinny frame. With lack of calcium and other basic nutrition, his body was never going to develop beyond the skeletal frame and meagre muscle.

He had resigned himself to that.

His legs were definitely a little thicker than usual, however. They were his pride and joy - what little he could muster. The track was where he belonged. There was just something so... freeing about running. Every step he took, it was like a mile away from his problems, away from this rotten house, away from his mother's death and away from his drunk, abusive, dead-beat father.

Of course, those problems would always catch up at the end of the track.

Bang! Bang!

It wasn't a knock.

It was a bang.

"'ey! Get your ass out here, boy! I watcha outta the house yesterday!"

Billy hid his sigh because if his father so much as heard him utter a noise of defiance, it would be a beating. The last thing he wanted was for Coach Steele to call him back into his office and ask why he had a bruise on his back shaped suspiciously like a boot. The big wolf was nice, he was everyone favourite teacher, but Billy just didn't want to tell him that those bruises that he couldn't hide in the locker rooms was because his dad was short-tempered and a drunk.

There was no time to shower or even get himself nice and clean for school. Billy just grabbed his school uniform, quickly threw it on and lumbered through the towers of boxes. Getting to the door was hard enough, getting past his father was another matter entirely.

"You givin' me lip, boy!?" Miguel Sorres growled, baring his teeth ad showing that large gap between his two front teeth. His unkempt moustache was unflattering to his rounded, pudgy features. A rather large, nasty mole sat on his left cheek, three hairs growing out of it, one so long it was almost a whisker. Even his dark brown eyes that had once been filled with so much life and joy were just murky, muddy pits of hate.

"No, sir..." Billy answered softly.

"Then git goin'!"

Billy, eyes cast down, shuffled past his father. He wended his way through a minefield of discarded, half-eaten pizzas, Chinese cartons that looked like they had a whole ecosystem in them and beer cans that soaked the already stained carpet with their contents. The couch was possibly the worst. Positioned in front of the TV, it was evidence of his father's nightly actions. Apart from being Miguel's bed, it was where he parked his fat ass in front of the TV, watching porn all night and jacking off. There were several white stains on the browned upholstery.

He repressed a shudder - amongst other things - and headed out the door.

It was far too early for the bus to arrive. A good hour away until that fateful yellow angel would round the corner, pick him up and bring him to his one sanctuary...

Knothole High School.

Still, Billy didn't want to be anywhere near his father's and he walked down the street, a good block away. There, he sat down on a white picket fence and waited.

Right one cue, his best friend, Erikson Fontaine emerged from his double-story dream house and leaned against the fence beside him.

Silence passed between them.

"Want to come over tonight?"

There was no greater contrast than Erikson and Billy. Where Billy was skinny and built to run, Erikson was rounded and built to stay still. Billy didn't have a trace of hair on his chest, arms or legs and Erikson was almost as hairy as Billy's father. If not for Erikson's pale skin, he could've been Miguel's son.

And it made Billy jealous knowing that his best friend lived in a mansion while he languished in a cesspool.

He would never admit that, though.

"Not tonight," Billy answered softly. "My dad will probably kick me out if he catches me spending another night at your house." At least until he gets drunk and forgets about it, Billy thought bitterly.

"Did you pack lunch today?"

Of course he didn't.

He never had time or the resources to pack his lunch and he would be damned if he opened the fridge back home. Part of him was scared some monster would come out and devour him in an ironic twist of fate.

"No," he answered softly.

A brown lunch bag labelled 'Billy' was suddenly hovering over his hands. "Caesar salad sandwich."

Billy took it, smiling gently. "Thanks..."

Erikson was always such a great friend. So was Erikson's father. They knew of Billy's plight and they endeavoured to make Billy's high school years better than his middle or primary school ones.

In all honesty, it was a mystery how Billy had managed to get into the prestigious Knothole High School. It was meant to be the best of the best in the state. The physical exams had been tough and the academic ones were even worse. Miguel had discouraged his son, claiming that he was just setting himself up for disappointment. He expressed is disinterest in the personal interviews as well, accusing Coach Steele and Principal Heisman of building up the boy's hopes only for them to get crushed in the 'real world'.

After that interview, Billy didn't expect to get in.

But he did.

Miguel hadn't said a word and just paid the school fees.

Any day now, Billy expected the principal to call him into his office and tell him that the payments had stopped and he could no longer attend his one chance at getting out of that hell hole.

He didn't want to leave Knothole High.

Not when he really had a chance of changing his destiny from being a mirror image of his father to something... else.

Maybe he could ask Erikson's dad to sponsor him...?

But no... he couldn't do that... The Fontaines had done so much for him already.

"Yo!"

Billy snapped his attention towards the street, aware for the first time that he had been lost in his thoughts for a good while. Riding in the passenger seat of a rather tough looking, dark-green Jeep, was none other than Andrew Martins. The big, red wolf was giving the two boys his billion-dollar smile, fangs flashing and soft, ruby coat glimmering in the sun. He propped the expensive looking Oakley's he wore up his head, resting it in the next of crimson hair to reveal his shimmering, emerald eyes.

"Sanchez!" the wolf exclaimed, grinning broadly. His sparkling, emerald eyes flicked towards Erikson. "And you're... um..." He clicked his fingers a couple of times. "... Fells right? Rick Fells?"

Erickson chuckled. "No. Erikson Fontaine. And this here" - he clapped a hand playfully onto Billy's shoulder - "is Billy Sorres. Not Sanchez. And you're Andrew Martins, right?"

"Just call me 'Andy', buddy! Everyone at school does!"

There was no mistaking that they did considering they wore the same uniform only the three boys wore it very differently. Billy's uniform looked two sizes too big. Erikson's was two sizes too small. Andrew wore it perfectly so that the blazer accentuated the distinct 'V' shape of his torso and allowed enough room for his enormous biceps to bulge out.

"Yeah," Erikson answered cheerfully, ever the more social one. "We're just waiting for the bus."

"Fuck that!" Andrew exclaimed, gesturing at them to approach. "Hop in!"

"Uh... What?"

Andrew popped his head back in and turned to a bigger, more muscular red wolf who was at the wheel. "Ta don't mind if we give my buddies lift, do ya dad?"

"Not at all, son. Not at all."

The wolf poked his head back out and grinned broadly. "Well, what the fuck you guys waiting for? Jump in!"

****

Lesson Two: Always watch the backs of your teammates

Apparently, the football team had a game coming up in two weeks or so. Unfortunately, they didn't have a team.

Currently, the freshman team consisted only of one person and that was Andrew Martins.

So, with the first match coming up, the duo were going around recruiting like mad. They had already roped in a large number of kids. What better way to skyrocket to popularity than being on the football team, right? Not that there were any girls to impress.

Of course, none of them were actually sporting types.

Billy ran ahead of the rest of the class, giving him enough time to watch Jessie Steele training the new recruits. It was funny watching the massive, lupine Adonis barking encouragingly at the skinny, fat or just uncoordinated freshmen team. One would think that after all the rigorous physical exams, at least some of the students accepted into Knothole High would be interested in football or at least good at it.

Andrew Martins didn't count. He was a transfer student and neither did Jessie Steele since he was a second year. It was odd that no one was even remotely sports oriented when the school was so oriented towards sports.

Billy heard the rest of the class starting to catch up so he picked up the pace again, bolting down the track, leaving them to eat his dust. A burst of pride filled him, fragile pride but pride nonetheless. It was a good thing Coach Steele had dropped the whole 'if you're lapped, you do an extra lap' rule. Probably I was because of Austin McGraw dropping out of school.

Pity too. Billy wanted to know how Austin had managed to outrun him...

A burst of red and white fur suddenly shot past him.

Billy blinked in surprise as Andrew Martins threw his head back, let out a soft, playful howl and spun around, running backwards just to further taunt Billy.

"Don't get distracted, Sanchez!"

That pride he held was not about to go down the drain. Not to some muscle-jock built to be a brick wall and not for speed. He unleashed a burst of speed, zooming past Martins. "It's Sorres!" he shouted back.

To his utter surprise, despite his size, Andy caught up, his long, muscular legs more than compensative for having to carry such an enormous weight in muscle around. He actually kept a few paces ahead of Billy. Just half a second or so but in a race, half a second is all that's needed to win.

Billy tried to push himself faster but his muscles began screaming for oxygen. He fought the instinct to hold his breath and took a big, lungful of air... semi-stagnant air. He began coughing as the foul stench of sweat, musky odour of man and the dizzying aroma of wet dog filled his nostrils.

"Gah! When's the last time you took a shower!?" he cried, pulling back a little and covering his nose. His eyes were starting to get a little teary from the aura of stink hanging around Andy.

The wolf, however, seemed to wear it with pride, simply puffing out his chest more and even lifting his arms up into the air. The breeze caught up at that moment, blowing more of the odour straight into Billy.

"Shit man. This is the smell of success! Can't hack it? Get off the field!"

Some primal animal inside Billy's head growled and he found a little burst of speed and managed to get ahead of the wolf. Fresh air finally flooded his lungs with much relief.

"Whoa dude! You're fast!"

Billy rolled his eyes. "Not really..."

"Dude, did you even notice we lapped the other guys?"

He glanced over his shoulder and true enough, the rest of the class was way behind them. They had passed the bleachers where Coach Steele stood, watching him and writing down something on his clipboard. That was evidence enough that they had lapped the competition.

"You're faster," Billy muttered.

"Nah, man. I just jumped in right now! I'm fresh off the field! You've been at this for the whole class! You got some fucking endurance, buddy!" Andy suddenly caught up with Billy once more, wrapping a long, sweaty, muscular arm around Billy's shoulders and dragging him off the field. "You should totally join the football team. We need a wide receiver that can actually run!"

Not the first time Andy had offered the position.

And not for the first time, Billy's response was, "No thanks."

He didn't want to admit he couldn't possibly afford the gear and no doubt if his father got wind of it, there would a nuclear explosion of insults and beatings followed by the fallout of pessimism and insecurity. The less his father was involved in his life, the better.

"Why the fuck not?" Andy asked, pulling him towards Coach Steele whose eyes watched them carefully. "Hey Coach, can you believe this guy? He's perfect material for the wide receiver position and all he can say is 'No thanks'!"

Billy couldn't bring himself to look Steele in the eye.

He did hear the Coach take a deep breath before speaking however. "I can definitely say that you've got what it takes with a bit of training, son."

"But it's still my choice..." Billy murmured.

Both Andy and Steele chuckled, their deep voices rumbling in Billy's ears.

"Sometimes," Steele said, "you something just calls to you. You can't resist it and there is not 'choice' in the matter." The big lupine teacher shrugged. "But who knows, right? This might not be one of them."

Steele picked up his whistle and blew on it, nice, long and loud. With Billy so close, it made his ears ring. He couldn't imagine what it would be like for Andy whose ears were much more sensitive than his.

"Okay boys!" Steele shouted. "Hit the showers! You've got ten minutes before the bell!"

Taking that as his cue to leave, Billy peeled himself away from the company of the two wolves who had begun chatting about recruiting more boys into the football team. It made Billy laugh that this close to the big game, they were still recruiting and yet they spoke so calmly about it. He guessed that with Coach Steele, it wasn't all about winning. Besides, it was better if they had a team no matter how bad it was than to drop out of the competition entirely because they were lacking in numbers.

Despite having spent most of the class running his heart out, Billy still had a lot of energy to spend. He jogged brusquely into the gym, beating the rest of the class. He made his way through the enormous gymnasium - paying brief attention to the large football pennants and banners encouraging students to support their team - and headed into the locker rooms.

As a freshman - and not belonging into any team for fear of his father's involvement - Billy didn't have a locker. He just had to hang his gym bag on one of the hooks on the wall and change there. He snatched his bag off the hook and turned towards the shower.

One of the lockers caught his eye.

A corner locker.

The name on it was marked as 'Sanchez'.

That's where he got it from.

Billy didn't want to make any 'dumb jock' jokes but seriously? To call him 'Sanchez' just because one of the guys had a locker here?

That was stupid.

Shrugging, Billy headed into the nearest shower stall and set his bag down in small closet before the shower itself. He closed the door -

... but felt it abruptly stop and someone slide into the stall, pressing a huge, furry chest against his back.

"What the -!?"

All other words were cut off as a strong paw seized the back of his head and twisted him completely around. His lips were met with a long, lupine muzzle, a flat tongue pushing itself into his mouth, sliding over his teeth and curling around his tongue.

Billy screamed mentally, slamming his fists against the enormous Andy Martins. It was at that moment, that he realised Andy was completely naked, a 14 inch long tool throbbing against his chiselled abs and dripping precum onto Billy's shirt!

The massive footballer pushed them both into the shower, Billy's shoes squeaking loudly as it stepped into puddles of water. Mustering his strength, Billy took a deep breath and pushed himself away from Andy Martins.

He staggered back, pressed his back against the shower knobs...

Breathing heavily, his eyes were fixated on Andy's face. A big, broad grinning lupine face...

"Your first kiss, Sanchez?"

...

Billy threw himself at Andy, locking lips and ravaging the wolf's muzzle.

For the briefest second, he pulled away, took a breath of the wolf's heavenly, musky scent and managed to say, "Fuck yeah."

****

Lesson Three: Always have someone watch your back

Ding-Ding-Ding!

The toll of the bell sent Billy's heart skipping to his throat. He let out a loud yelp and spun around. The running water from the shower was ice-cold and woke him up instantly. Hurriedly, he switched the shower off and scrambled out of the shower stall.

He must've been really tired if he couldn't remember the last few minutes before the bell went off!

Scared that he might be late, Billy hurried to get dressed, drying himself off as quickly as he could and donning his school uniform once more. He shoved his wallet into his pocket and picked up his watch - perhaps the only good thing in his possession.

He blinked.

That couldn't be right.

It was already 3 pm?

But gym class was before lunch...

Shaking his head in confusion, he hurried out of the stall.

Wham!

And staggered back.

"Whoa! Billy! You alright?"

For a second, he thought it was Andy Martins again... Though... Why was he afraid of Andy? Was it because he was so big? A stereotypical jock? No... Andy had been nothing but nice to him. There was a reason... but the more he thought about it, the more he just kept getting a blank...

"Erikson..." he muttered softly, rubbing his temples slightly. "Guess you showered late too, huh?"

"Real late," Erikson muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I was just real tired today after all that football training." He laughed softly and rolled his shoulders. "I mean, the day is over already!"

Two things... First...

"You're on the football team?"

His best friend gave him a wry smile. "Didn't you notice I wasn't running with you?"

Billy was a little ashamed by that. He had been so enraptured with running from his problems that he had inadvertently run from his friends as well. Or 'friend' as the case may be. Beneath his tanned flesh, he blushed and turned his gaze away from Erikson. "Sorry... Andy sort of... distracted me."

"Yeah... Jessie distracted me too." He checked his watch. "We better get going or we'll miss the bus! Come on!"

Billy bolted after Erikson, leaving the locker rooms in a rush. The gymnasium was completely dark except for the light spilling out from Coach Steele's office.

A spark of curiosity entered Billy and he slowed his run.

There was something in the back of his mind... something about Andy Martins and Coach Steele that just struck him as... odd. He had caught Andy and Jessie spending a lot of time with Coach Steele. Then again, they were the two jocks most associated with the freshmen. It was only natural that Billy see the trio together... right...?

"Billy! You coming?"

"Just a second."

His curiosity got the better of him and Billy wandered over to Coach Steele's office. With shaking hands, he reached for the door... and was surprised to find it open. A wave of that same, hot, smelly musky scent punched him hard, sending him reeling and quaking.

"Billy!" Erikson cried, seeing his stagger. "You alrig -" He gasped and covered his now. "Oh god! That stinks!"

"Tell me about it..." Billy muttered, covering his nose with a towel. "I guess that's what you get when three, sweaty wolves in the same room..."

Still, despite the stench, Billy was unable to keep himself away. He had often wondered what had happened to Austin McGraw... and the same day he vanished, Andrew Martins popped up. Somehow, he had the eerie feeling that Coach Steele had something to do with it.

Not that he suspected Coach Steele of being a murderer or anything... but still...

"Come on," Erikson urged, gripping his wrist. "I don't want to walk home."

"Just give me a second."

Billy stepped into the office, holding his breath for as long as he dared. He also picked up another kind of scent in the air. One that he was all too familiar with especially with his father using the couch as his personal condom.

Coach Steele's clipboard sat on the desk.

The first page was simply the football team line-up. It was curious that it three columns. Name. Position. Scent.

What would scent have anything to do with it?

Must be a wolf thing.

Or canines. They were always sticking their noses in places.

For the briefest second, Billy had a flash of a memory... Something about a nose being stuck in an inappropriate place... He wasn't sure what but it gave him another headache.

Shaking his head only made it worse so he decided to focus on something else. He flipped the page on the clipboard. There was a second page but it looked more like a normal class attendance list. Names sorted by class and multiple rows marked with 'x' to state that the person was in attendance. Odd thing, though...

Some of the columns were irregularly populated. In fact... The latest row showed that Billy wasn't present at today's class but Erikson was. Which was odd since it was sort of the reverse.

"Huh...?" he whispered.

"Billy... Dude. We shouldn't be here..."

"One second," Billy insisted. "Take a look at this."

He pulled the football sheet further away from the clipboard, showing the very top of the attendance sheet. No attendance sheet he had ever seen before had Stages 1 - 6 displayed across the top instead of dates.

"What the hell does that mean...?" Erikson asked.

"It means you two shouldn't be here."

Both boys instantly jumped, Billy dropping the clipboard. Coach Steele stood at the doorway, barring all exits with his enormous bulk. He looked even bigger with his arms crossed against his barrel chest. There was no menace in the coach's eyes, however. He didn't even flatten his ears, raise his hackles or bare his fangs.

If that's what wolves do... Billy wasn't quite sure.

He actually looked quite amused.

"I suspect you both have a good reason for being here?" the wolf asked.

"Um..." The boys exchanged glances.

"I'll take that as a 'no'." Coach Steele sighed and rubbed his forehead a little. "You realise I'll have to give you detention for this, right?"

Billy was never one for complaining... but Erikson was a totally different matter.

"Awww... Come on, Coach. We're sorry. We were just curious, that's all. Your lights were open."

As if that was an excuse...

"And it's all my idea anyway," Erikson continued. "I mean, Billy here has to get home or his dad will blow a gasket. It was my stupid curiosity that got us into this mess. At least let him go? Whatdya say, Coach? Please?"

'Stunned' didn't even come close to how he felt about Erikson's words. He wanted to object, tell Coach Steele that he was to blame. Okay, so he'd get hell from his dad later but it was better than letting his friend take the fall for him!

But he was never good a standing up to an authority figure.

Only running from them and even then, only on the circular track.

"Is that true, son?" Coach Steele asked. "Was it Fontaine's idea?"

Billy tried to raise his head... tried to look Coach Steele in the eye.

No good. It felt like there was lead weights tied to his lower jaw and he just couldn't bring himself to lift his head. His lips were sewn shut and his eyes were fixated on his shoelaces.

"It's true, Coach," Erikson insisted.

"Bullshit."

Billy flinched.

Just like his dad...

"Look here, boys, these ears ain't just for show. I heard you two. It was your idea to come in here, Sorres. No use lying to me."

Here it comes...

"But, Coach -"

"No 'buts'," Steele interrupted firmly.

The killing blow...

"But..." the wolf sighed. "It takes a lot of guys to stand up for your friend like that, Fontaine. Lots of courage. Tell you what? Why don't you and Jessie go out onto the field and train with the second year team a little? I'll tell your dad it was all legitimate. And you, Sorres..."

Billy tried to make himself as small as possible. Maybe the big wolf wouldn't notice him if he was so small. Or was that bears?

"Don't think I don't know about your old man. I was there at the interview, remember?"

Only then did Billy find the strength to look up at the coach.

"Right..."

There was a gentle, fatherly smile on Coach Steele's furry face. "Look, why don't you go into the gym and help Andy work out? I'll give your old man a call and see if I can settle things with him. Andy will be more than happy to drop you off back home." His eyes flicked to Erikson. "I'll drop you off myself, Fontaine."

Erikson beamed. "Wow! Thanks Coach! You're the best!"

Steele chuckled and hiked a thumb over his shoulder. "Go on, you two. Get out of here."

****

Lesson Four: Don't Drop the Ball

Billy entered the school's weights room and wasn't at all that surprised to see just how vast it was. It was a full-blown gymnasium complete with bench press, leg press, different cables and all sorts of professional-looking machines. Posters of big, buff guys flexing their muscles lined the walls captioned with inspiring images like 'Go the Distance' or 'Limitless'.

A musky scent hung in the air. It reminded Billy of the same, strong manly odour that hung around Coach Steele's office but it was lighter. Probably because the area was so well air-conditioned and open.

Amidst all the machines, sitting on a bench with one massive arm curling a large, black dumbbell methodically... was Andy Martins.

"Hi..." Billy whispered softly, slowly making his way over to the red wolf.

Andy looked up, a moment of surprise on his features. That moment passed quickly and he broke into his familiar, easy grin. "Yo! Sanchez!"

"Sorres," Billy insisted, smiling faintly. He remembered where Andy had gotten that name from and it was mildly flattering that the big jock mistook him for some guy on an actual team. Maybe it could be his nickname at this school. Billy 'Sanchez' Sorres.

Yeah... No.

"Coach Steele said I should come over and give you a hand."

Andy's eyes lit up. "Fuck dude! You're just in time! I needed a good spotter to do the heavy stuff! Jessie is off with the team and Coach has some other stuff he's gotta do." Andy dropped the dumbbell, letting it bounce on the floor as he jumped to his feet and flexed his very impressive biceps. Billy couldn't help but trace where one of his veins ran from his forearm, over that bulging mound and disappeared into his tight shirt.

"Now that you're here, I can get a real fucking workout!" He bounded over to the bench press and immediately began stacking on the weights.

Billy could only watch in awe as more and more weight was placed. 100... 200... 225... 250...

"275 pounds?" he exclaimed, sliding over into position as Andy did the same.

"It's my max, dude," Andy replied, grinning broadly. "Coach says I gotta work on my chest more. Need to have muscle there for when I block bigger motherfuckers than me!"

"Right..." Billy muttered, letting his hands hover under the bar. He wasn't sure he could actually lift that weight if Andy failed.

"Okay, you ready buddy?"

"I suppose so..."

Andy took three quick breaths... then heaved!

Some part of Billy was_amazed_ that the big wolf could lift such a weight... another part was so emasculated... and a tiny, insignificant part... was jealous. He wished he could lift that kind of weight. It didn't matter if he was big or not. Just as long as he was strong. Maybe strong enough to stand up to his dad or stand up for his friends like Erikson.

"One... Two..." Andy panted, sweat rolling off his brow. "Three... four..."

All the while Billy, let his hands hover under the bar, ready to catch it - and hopefully stop it - in case Andy lost all strength.

"Ten... eeeeeleven..." Andy took a deep breath. "Tweeee -" His paws shuddered. Billy got ready to catch it. "... elve!"

CLANG!

Andy put the bar back, panting heavily and letting his arms drop. "Sheeeeet... Never done twelve before..." He grinned up at Billy. "Your my good luck charm, buddy."

"You're just getting stronger..."

The wolf sat up and gave Billy a grin. "You know, you could too if you wanted."

Averting his gaze, Billy said, "I don't think I'm that kind of guy..."

"Awww, just give it a try, man." Andy jumped up from the bench, moved behind Billy and pushed him onto the bench. "Never know until you try, right?"

Clearly there was no getting around Andy. Well, at least when Billy was the one trying to work his way around. "Alright... But I don't think I can do 275..."

"Okay, let's start off light. How's just a nice, round 50 sound for you?"

"Yeah, that's a good place to start."

Andy took off the weights, dumping them to the side. "Okay, so keep your hands evenly spaced from the middle of the bar, okay? Ready to lift?"

Billy nodded.

"Alright... Three... two... one..."

Billy pooled all his strength and was surprised to find the bar was surprisingly light as he held it up.

"Awesome work, Sanchez! Fifty is easy for ya! Okay, just move it over your chest, not over your neck. That's it! You know the rest right? Keep your elbows wide so it's more on the chest and not your shoulders."

Taking a deep breath, Billy began the press the bar. The weight was very easy for him and he found no difficulty in doing a nice, round, twenty presses. He set it back with a loud clang.

Feeling satisfied, Billy sat up -

"Whoa hey, where you off to Sanchez?"

"Huh?"

"You gotta reach your limit, dude!"

"But -"

Andy flashed his charming, billion-dollar smile. "Gotta try, right Sanchez?"

Billy couldn't say no. He could never say no.

He laid back on the bench and let Andy stack on another 25 pounds.

This time, he could feel the weight... but it wasn't that heavy yet. There was definitely a bit of pressure in his shoulders and his chest. His flat pecs were feeling a little bloated and his heart was already pumping a little faster than normal.

"You're a monster dude! Ready for the next set?"

"Shouldn't I take a rest first?"

"Rest is for pussies." He gave Billy a grin. "You're not a pussy, are ya Sanchez?"

Yes...

"Fuck, no," Billy growled and laid back.

Another 25 pounds.

This time, it was harder. His shoulders began to ache and his chest had tightened up to the point where he could barely breathe.

"Dude, breathe in as you push it up not as you bring it down. Opposite of what you normally do."

"That doesn't make and fucking sense..." Billy snarled, his hands shaking.

"Just try it, man."

Still a damn pushover...

Billy took a deep breath... and then let it out as he brought the bar down against his aching chest. With an explosion of power, he took a deep breath and pushed the bar back away from him. Blood rushed into his shoulders and chest. As he held it there, quivering over his torso, he felt that blood seeping into the rest of his body, filling him with a warmth that was so... unusual.

Most of the time, it was his lungs and his legs that had a workout. But now...

It was odd... and at the same time, quite welcome.

"Put it back, dude."

He slammed the bar back against the cradle.

"Ready for the next set? Another 25?"

Billy grinned. "Fuck yeah!"

Another 25?

Piece of cake.

Billy hefted the bar, feeling the power surge all over his body as he pumped out another good twenty reps, blood pumping all over his body. Sweat seeped into his school shirt and he could feel it clinging to his flesh.

With every breath, he felt the heat building up in his entire body. He also took a big lungful of Andy Martin's scent.

It was about at that point he realised that the big wolf's huge package was hovering just above his head.

Andy was standing a little too close for comfort...

Billy felt a different kind of pumping in his nether regions. He threw the bar back and opted to get up but a firm, paw pushed him back down.

"Come on, Sanchez! You're not even tired yet! You still got a full twenty in!"

"But -"

"Push the limits, bro. Push the limits."

Pushover.

Billy laid back down. He flinched a little when the back of his head brushed against Andy's crotch and he got a massive hit of that powerful scent. His whole body stirred. That warmth intensified as blood began rushing through him for a whole different reason.

Suddenly, distracting himself through a workout didn't sound so bad.

Now up to a good 100 pounds.

Billy pumped the weights.

Easy.

125.

A little slower but he could manage.

Was he always this strong. He could feel his chest and shoulders straining, a tightness around his muscles. It wasn't unpleasant just... new.

150.

"Sixteen... seven... teen..." he groaned. "Shit... I can't... I can't do any -"

Flop.

Billy's eyes widened.

A big, fat, furry sack containing two, huge testicles rested on his forehead. A furry sheath hovered just out of view but the aroma that pooled out of that throbbing organ was... it was just...

"Wh - What are you d - d - doing...!?" Billy stammered.

"Giving ya inspiration," Andy answered, winking down at the smaller young man. "Come on, Sanchez... Little more."

Suddenly, all Billy wanted to do was to put that bar back and get the hell out of there.

He pushed the bar about halfway...

"Oooh yeah... That's hot man. That's fucking awesome. I love seeing you pump your guns." Andy pulled one paw away from the bar and traced a thick, fat vein that curled around Billy's arm. "See that? That's progress dude."

Did he always have that vein?

Billy pushed the bar up... just in time to see a little pink tip rising from the top of Andy's sheath.

"Wanna see more, Sanchez?" the wolf asked. "Keep on pumping."

Did he want to see more...?

"Fuck yeah."

He pulled down the bar and pushed it right back up. As promised, a little more of that pink, throbbing organ pushed out of that plump, furry sheath. Billy could feel Andy's pulse through those balls, he could feel them yearning for release.

He brought down the bar... then back up...

Another inch of cock...

Down... and up...

Up to a good three inches...

Down and up...

Down and up...

God... Andy was huge.

Billy couldn't take it anymore... He wanted to see all of that cock.

So he kept on pumping.

****

Lesson Five: Your team has your back

8 pm.

Way_too late to be coming back from school even _with detention. Billy tried to be as quiet as possible but their front door gave a horrendous squeak as he pushed it open. The clatter of beer cans stuck his ears as the door pushed them aside.

"About fucking time!"

He flinched.

His first instinct was to bolt for his room.

But something made him stay.

Miguel Sorres came marching up towards him, pulling his fat ass off the couch and waddling over to him. He was shirtless and it looked like his underwear had been soiled with cum... multiple times. He didn't look too pleased to see his son at all.

"Where the fuck have you been!?" Miguel demanded. "Your coach came over this afternoon telling me you were helping him and his son out on some fucked up sports rally or something. He told me you'd be home before 6! What the fuck is the time now, squirt!? Tell me that!?"

"Eight."

Wow... There was some... strength behind his voice. Desperate, Billy didn't let go of that feeling and held onto whatever brought out that courage.

"That ain't six, is it!?"

"No. I was busy." Billy turned away from his father. "Now I'm tired. I'm heading to bed."

Miguel's fat, pudgy fingers wrapped around his wrist. "No you ain't! I still got words for you!"

Billy's fists tightened.

He was at his limit.

Andy told him to push him limits and he wasn't quite sure what happened but he was taking that advice now.

He spun around -

WHAM!

And sent his father falling to the floor. "Take your words and shove them up your fat ass!"

Burning with rage, Billy spun, stormed into his room and slammed the door shut. Just for safety's sake, he barricaded the door with all the piles of boxes his father had decided to stock. Those boxes were actually used for something.

When he slammed the last box into position... he realised just what he had done...

"Oh god... What have I done...?"

He wondered if his dad was even alive...

Bam! Bam! Bam!

"Open this door you little shit!"

Yep... He was alive.

Billy didn't answer and just removed his sweaty, cum-soaked school uniform. He threw it aside but held onto his shirt. An unavoidable compulsion drove him to bring the shirt up to his nose and take a good, long sniff.

Andy's scent was all over it... That heady, musky scent... But now, he detected a strange hint in it... a sort of... minty flavour that he never realised was there before. It wasn't too bad...

Memories came rushing back.

Bench press...

Balls...

Cock...

Andy.

Billy gave a soft cry and threw the shirt away.

There was a question hanging somewhere in his subconscious but he look into it. He was good at running away from his problems... so he ran from this one too.

Blocking the memories, blocking his father's shouts and his own raging erection, Billy moved over to his mattress... and froze.

In front him, in the mirror at the foot his mattress... was his reflection.

And he had pecs... and abs.

Suddenly, there was another question haunting him and this one he was unable to avoid.

"What's happening to me...?"

****

Lesson Six: What goes on in the Locker Room stays in the Locker Room

Billy managed to sneak out of the house before his father had gotten up from the couch. This time, he didn't mind waiting for the bus. The Billy Sorres that he saw in the mirror wasn't the Billy he had grown up with but it was certainly his reflection.

It scared him...

Maybe he had just been so preoccupied with running from his problems that he just hadn't noticed his own growth.

Or... There was something weird going on.

He pushed it out of his head and boarded the bus, taking his usual seat. Thankfully, Andy always got a lift to school so he didn't have to worry about running into the jock again. Something told him that the further away he was away from Andy, the better.

Some tall, tanned freshman that Billy had never seen before sat down next to him.

"Sorry. That seat's taken."

The young man turned to him, familiar brown eyes wide in wonder. "Billy? Dude, it's me. Erickson."

"What? No way! You're -"

He stopped himself.

Despite the prominent lack of an overbearing belly and the thickening of all that body hair, there was no doubt that the teenager sitting next to him was Erikson Fontaine. His jaw had a pronounced square shape that Billy never noticed before... though that might be given over to the fact that it was hidden beneath folds of fat.

"What happened to you!?" Billy exclaimed.

Erickson averted his gaze all of the sudden. "Billy... I... I don't know... It's... It's all too confusing. Just... It's something with Jessie... Something with Coach Steele... and Andy too..."

Now he knew something was going on.

"What do you mean?" he demanded.

"Billy... You've changed, right? You've noticed it? Have you seen everyone too? They're changing. They're growing taller. Bigger." He looked at his own, bigger hands, turning them over and eyeing the network of veins that pulsed there. "I thought I was just going crazy... That I was in some sort of dream or something but... This is all too real... Rick is real..."

Rick? Who was Rick?

"What...?"

Erickson grimaced, touching his temple slightly. "Nothing.... Listen, I don't know if anyone else has noticed... but I think whatever is happening is because of Coach Steele... Him, Jessie and Andy. I keep having these blackouts..."

"Me too!"

His taller, more muscular friend looked surprised. "Really...? Shit... Did..." He lowered his voice. "Do you remember anything...?"

Billy pursed his lips. He wasn't sure if what he remembered was just some fantasy or reality. It was so... surreal. Bench pressing more than a hundred pounds all the while taking in Andy's manly scent. The big wolf's balls sitting on his forehead...? He ever briefly remembered something warm, thick and dripping with salty juices in his mouth...

"Sort of..."

"Is it always..." Erickson hesitated, his eyes searching for answers in Billy's face.

Slowly, Billy nodded.

His friend took a deep breath and leaned back. "Billy, listen to me, man... Maybe... Maybe the reason Austin McGraw left was because he found out something about Coach Steele... Remember how Jessie and the Coach were always around him? What if...?"

"What if he found out what was happening..." Billy finished, his eyes widened. "What are they doing?"

"I don't know," Erikson whispered softly. "Maybe they're turning us into their personal gay army or something like that... Just..." He trailed off as the bus pulled up in front of the school. "Promise me something, Billy..."

They locked gazes, Erikson was never so serious. "Don't let them screw you. No matter how hot you feel. No matter how badly you want it, we can fight this." He lifted his fist. "You with me?"

Billy nodded firmly and bumped his fist against Erikson's. "Yeah."

Fear and panic filled him but he felt somewhat comforted as they both jumped off the bus and headed for class. They stuck to each other and thankfully they had the same classes. Despite this 'crisis', whatever it was, Billy had never been so close to Erikson than now.

The day went by in a blur. All he could think about was Erickson's warning. With both Andy and his best friend in his class, he couldn't help but watch them closely. As he switched his gaze from one side of the room to the other, he did notice that there were significantly wider backs, broader shoulders and even some veins popping in arms.

It was hard to ignore especially when his cock would stand erect with every sinewy muscle he spied.

That courage boiled up inside him, pushing him towards action just after his first class, he long decided that he'd get the truth out of Coach Steele no matter what. He was stronger now. He'd use what 'gift' Andy had given him against the creator.

So when gym class arrived, he'd press the coach for details.

Agonizingly, gym class was at the end of the day.

A double lesson.

Coach Steele was unapproachable as he ordered everyone to do a course involving hurdles, sit ups and laps. At the same time, Erikson was on the football field, throwing the old pigskin around with the rest of the football team. Even from a distance, Billy could make out his friend's bright, enthusiastic expression. He looked like he knew what he was doing which was surprising seeing as he never played football before. When Erikson pulled his arm back for a throw, his muscles would bulge and the sun would catch him just right to show off the sheen on his sweaty arm, showing the golden edges to every thread of hair on his gorgeous body...

Billy shook the thought away and finished the rest of the course well ahead of the class.

Finally, when Coach blew his whistle and told them to pack it up, Billy dug deep into that courage, seized it and stormed over to the big wolf.

"Something's going on here," he accused.

"Pardon?" the coach replied, bewildered.

"Look, Austin McGraw drops out of school the same day Andrew Martins joins. People all over the school are suddenly getting bigger and more muscular. Every time I meet with Andy, I blackout! Worse, the last time I saw him, he pulled out his fucking cock in my face!"

Steele's expression was unreadable. "Did you like it?"

"What?"

"Did you like sucking his dick? Andy said Bull loved it."

"Who the fuck is Bull?"

Steele sighed and shook his head. "Listen, Sorres, it's... complicated. Why don't you wait a little while? Sit in with the rest of the football team while I get the rest of the class out. I'm guessing this isn't something you'd want everyone to hear, is it?"

That was true. Steele basically admitted it! Then again, if Billy was wrong... he'd just look really stupid and he still had four more years in this school. The last thing he wanted was to be branded 'that crazy idiot' for promising conspiracy theories. Besides, what evidence did he really have? Sure he could point at everyone and tell them they were bigger, more muscular but how many people in the world - guys no less - would object to spontaneous muscle growth?

Hell, they'd probably just beg for more.

"Fine," Billy growled, "but I expect an explaination."

Coach Steele's expression was calm, serene and almost fatherly. "Sure thing, superstar."

'Superstar...'? Where did that come from?

Better than 'Sanchez', though. 'Sanchez' was a good name. Manly and had a nice ring to it. Plus it had a 'z' in it. Definitely cool.

"Whatever." With a grunt, Billy turned and shuffled towards the gymnasium, never taking his eyes off Steele as the wolf rallied the rest of the class and gave them some final instructions.

The football team had finished their practice a little earlier than everyone else so Billy wasn't surprised when he saw them all seated in the locker rooms in front of a big whiteboard. Multiple diagrams were draw onto the board, several squiggly lines that he didn't really understand.

Andy was talking at the gathered team who sat in three rows on benches that looked too small to fit their growing bulks. There was on space beside Erikson, however, who sat at the front row.

"Sanchez!" Andy exclaimed, the red wolf beaming brightly. "I knew you'd come around."

"Not a chance in hell," Billy snapped back, sitting down beside Erikson. "I'm just waiting for Coach Steele."

There was a strange edge to Andy's smile as he exchanged glances with Jessie Steele who was leaning against a nearby locker. The big quarterback pushed off the red metal and came to stand right beside Andy, a cocky smirk on his face.

Billy couldn't wait to wipe that smirk off his face.

"Well, I think that's it for today, boys," Jessie said, crossing his arms. "But I've got one last piece of advice for you before Saturday's game."

The rest of the team leaned forward eagerly. All but Erikson who seemed a little worried.

Billy regarded the two footballers sceptically. What were they going to do? Molest them all? Cause them all to black out by forcing their dicks down their throats? Two massive muscle jocks weren't strong enough to restrain a whole team. Plus, the rest of the freshmen class was coming back soon so they would have them to contend with.

... then Billy saw the flaw in his logic.

The rest of the freshmen class was with Coach Steele... one of them.

Andy reached over to Jessie, casually sliding his massive paw down the other wolf's shorts, making that already considerable bulge even bigger. There was no mistaking what that paw was doing there.

"Get a good grip on the ball."

"No!" Erikson cried.

But by then, it was too late.

The two jocks slammed into one another, their might body's sending deafening smack across the locker room as their massive muscles rippled from the impact. Their muzzles met, tongues lapping over one another as they slurped, sucked and groped one another shamelessly.

Billy felt his cock instantly jump to attention. A bolt of familiarity shot through him. All that courage inside him suddenly reached boiling point, his stomach gurgling as his whole body suddenly felt so hot.

"Oh god..." he groaned, doubling over in agony.

"Billy! Get out of here!"

He staggered to his feet just as -

"Awww fuck!"

One of the team members at the back threw his head back -

Rrrrip!

Two, massive pecs burst from his shirt, thick, plump nipples erect. Sweat dripped over the hard, curved muscles as his body convulsed. With every quiver, veins popped all over his body, pumping blood and raw strength into his muscles.

Rrrrip!

Cloth fell to the ground as his shoulders exploded out of the remnants of his shirt.

"Holy shit!" the student beside him cried. He toppled back as convulsions wracked his body and his back arched high. His expression was a mix of agony and absolute ecstasy, the ecstasy quickly taking over as the tent in his shorts grew... and grew... and grew until -

Rrrrip!

A thick, throbbing cock erupted from its confines.

"Hell yeah!" another cried, lifting his arms. As he flexed, his biceps burst from his shirt, thick veins crossing his muscles and forearms, stretching the skin taut.

Billy staggered back... and felt a hard, wall of muscle behind him.

"Like what you see, Sanchez?" Andy's voice cooed in his ear.

A big paw slid down his shorts and he whimpered when he felt soft, leathery pads close around his throbbing cock. "Yeah... I can tell you like it," Jessie chuckled. "You love it."

Erikson shot to his feet, his whole body shaking. "Get away from him!" Sweat rolled off his brow and he looked like he was trying to hold his breath. In the brief instances where he dared to suck in some air, his whole body just tightened up. His shoulders pushed out to the sides, stretching the seams of his shirt as his lats bulged out, a distinct 'V' shaped body quickly coming to shape.

Rip! Rip!

His shoes tore open, revealing big toes as his feet expanded.

And you know what they say about guys and the size of their feet...

Billy couldn't take his eyes off Erikson's crotch. The bulge there grew bigger and bigger, the tent straining the fabric as a distinct wet spot formed. Billy flared his nostrils, taking in all the scents of those around him. The thick, manly smell was everywhere but so was that odour of wet dog. But amongst it all, he could pick out a sweet, salty scent that he automatically knew was Erikson's.

"You love it, don'tya, Sanchez?" Andy whispered.

"F...f...f-fuck yeah..." All the heat in his body suddenly exploded outwards the instant he uttered those two words. He threw his head back, his body being thrown in different directions as he felt some invisible force pulling his arms out to the side and someone pulling him up towards the ceiling.

His shirt slid up his abdomen, facing resistance as his abs began pushing past his flesh.

Rrrrip!

A wash of cool air brushed against his chest as it broke free from his shirt.

He was just... so hot!

He had to cool down or he'd burn up!

Desperate, Billy tore at his shirt, letting out a titanic roar of relief as his flesh was exposed to the environment.

"Billy... Fight it, man..." Erikson whimpered, clutching the sides of his head. "You... you promised..."

"You can fight all you want, Fells," Jessie chuckled. "But in the end, you gotta lose to win."

Billy found himself suddenly towering over both Jessie and Andy. He must've been past six feet and pushing seven! Suddenly, his legs felt weak and he stumbled back, throwing his arms over the shoulders of the two footballers. They caught him easily, grinning hungrily as his legs lashed out left and right. He desperately kicked off his shoes, groaning in pleasure as an invisible pump pushed more and more blood into his feet. Pins and needles prickled as his toes as they pushed out past his socks, tearing through the fabric and revealing the thick, plump veins the crossed the back of his feet, crawled up his thick, long claves and over his defined, sculpted thighs built for running.

"Fuck..." he gasped. "Oh fuck!"

His arms suddenly squeezed hard around the thick necks of the two young met, biceps pushing against the hard curves of their backs and forearms matching the corded texture of their necks.

"Billy... Don't... Don't let go..." Erikson begged.

Rrrrip!

His back burst out of his shirt, mountainous and sweaty.

Billy couldn't take it anymore.

He seized the back of Andy's head, pushed his lips against the wolf's in thanks before turning his gaze towards his best friend.

"Fuck, Rick... You're fucking hot."

****

Lesson Seven: Set your goals, keep your values

This time he remembered everything.

Remembered how he had gone back against his best friend's promise. Remembered how he had lunged at Erikson - calling him Rick - lathered him with kisses and then proceeded to grind his hot, throbbing cock against Rick's crotch. What came after was a mix of bliss and hot, explosive orgasms.

He remembered the heat building all around his body... remembered his muscles growing and feeling Rick's muscles grow underneath him. He loved feel of his muscular chest against Rick's, loved how they tasted and loved how Rick touched him like no man had ever touched him before. Then came the fur...

The soft, warm fur that spread all over his body and the pressure building at the base of his spine. His muzzle... Rick's muzzle...

... and the kiss that followed afterwards.

He remembered sticking his cock up Rick's ass... and how his knot felt up against that tight, virgin wall... Then there was the other guys on the team. They all pressed together, sucking, kissing... cumming. The whole team as one...

When he woke up, he was alone...

It was late again. Scared for his life, he found some clothes neatly set aside for him. He was surprised to find that they were several sizes larger than the sets he normally bought but when he slipped them on, they fit snugly around his shoulders. Again, that bolt of fear shot through him and he held onto that, letting it take him running straight back home.

Normally, it took a bus ride to get back to his house but he somehow managed with a run. He was sweaty, tired and almost out of breath by the time he reached his front door but he had gone a good, long hour without thinking.

His mind was still relatively numb when he slipped his keys into the door and stepped inside.

"Your home."

Miguel...

Somehow, he found the strength to keep his head up as his father pulled himself off the couch and strode towards him, powerful, imposing and firm. Billy wished he had Bull's height... but still managed to keep his father's penetrating gaze the big man loomed over him. It looked like Miguel was trying to suck in his gut and puff out his chest. Probably a vain attempt to look bigger.

Billy wasn't impressed.

Maybe it was the afterglow of such glorious sex or the fact all the blood had drained from his head and into his legs, but Billy wasn't feeling the fear he had always felt when confronted by his father.

"We needta talk," Miguel demanded.

"Not now," Billy muttered, pulling away. "I'm tired."

His wrist snapped back. Strangely, Miguel's grip wasn't that bone-breaking, vice-like snatch that Billy was accustomed to.

"Are you taking steroids?"

Billy straightened and locked gazes with his father. "What?"

"Yer bigger. Yer fighting back. Fer once, yer like a goddamn man. But it ain't natural, Bill. Ya'll shrink yer cock if you keep takin' them."

It was unavoidable. Billy just broke out into hysterical laughter as he tore his hand away from his father. "What the fuck do you know?" he snorted.

With those words, he entered his room, slamming the door shut behind him. This time, he didn't bother barricading it. He knew he could take on his father things got to that stage.

Slowly, his brain was starting to kick back into gear and he moved himself in front of his mirror. There was no mistaking it now. His body was definitely bigger. Broad shoulders, thick, plump thighs... and as he pulled up his shirt... a highly defined eight-pack.

"Fuck..." he whispered.

Billy closed his eyes... Regret boiled inside him. Erikson had been fighting... fighting with all his might and there was no doubt in Billy's mind that his best friend could've won... if he hadn't been pounced and then manhandled by Billy.

A promise broken...

But next time... Billy wasn't going to be so weak.

He clenched his fists and nodded to his alien reflection. "Never again," he swore.

A knock came to the door. Billy tensed.

"Phone," a gruff voice grunted.

A mobile phone slipped under the door. Only when his father's shadow moved away did Billy tentatively reach for the phone. He noticed that it was Erikson's number.

His heart skipped a beat.

"Erikson!?" he exclaimed.

"'Sup, Sanchez. It's Rick, remember?"

That skipped beat was nothing compared to his whole heart freezing. Billy staggered back, falling onto his mattress as his legs suddenly went weak and blood rushed immediately towards his cock.

"R - R - Rick...?" he whimpered softly.

"Yeah man! You remember, right? Your best friend! We've been friends since... well... forever! Fuck dude, you're my bro! Never thought you felt that way about me that way though! But what a way to tell me, man! I like your style!"

"What are you talking about...?" Billy asked, swallowing loudly. He knew the answer and he couldn't block out the images that played over and over in his mind. The hot, black and bronze fur beneath him... a Doberman that was rippling with muscles. Such, taut, firm muscles. Not a hint of fat.

"Dude, don't tell me you forgot already! You fucked my ass, Sanchez! Fucked it hard!"

His cock stirred and he didn't have the strength to keep himself sitting up. He collapsed on the mattress, feeling his entire body going stiff.

"And let me tell you, man, I loved every fucking minute_of it."_ Erikson - no, Rick - chuckled softly on the other side. "Fuck man... I never thought you'd like... I never thought you were gay... Shit... Did you ever get that vibe from me?"

"What...?" Billy tried to compose himself. "What do you mean...?"

"Fuck, Sanchez! Come on, don't tell me you never knew?"

He groaned softly as all that tension in his muscles just suddenly released itself. Like his whole body had been holding its breath, he felt it fill up with raw power and blood. He wasn't shaking or quivering but rather, he was paralysed on his cum-soaked bed. Paralysed in pleasure and half-drunk of the euphoria of feeling fresh, new muscles pumping with blood.

"I mean, you must've at least gotten a bit_of an idea, right?"_

"I don't..." he whimpered.

"Fuck man, don't make me spell it out, for you."

There was a pause.

"I fuck my dad, Sanchez. I fuck him every night! Shit. He's lying with me now! Hard sleeper though!"

Just thinking of that big, muscular Rick screwing his father... What did Rick's father look like? For some reason, Billy though Rick's father was a human... but that couldn't be right. Rick was a Doberman...

"Fuck..." he whispered softly, his free hand sliding over to his cock and squeezing it hard. The touch sent a bolt of lightning through his whole body, making him arch his back. That bolt excited all his muscles. He could feel his shoulders gaining more and more mass, his biceps bulging and threatening his shirt's integrity once more.

"And damn, man... The way you rode me today... Fuck... If I knew that's how it felt... Shit. I don't ever_bottom, man. But for you, Sanchez..."_

Billy grit his teeth together. A deep pressure was forming against his jaw, like something was growing there. At the same time, two pincers were pulling up on his ears. Every stroke of his cock became longer and longer and he watched in awe as his human member began to slowly snake its way up his plump abs towards his chest.

"Look man... I... I just never thought you'd be the one, you know... Just..."

"What are you saying...?" Billy gasped.

"Dude... come on... Don't make me say it...?"

Billy could only shake in his bed.

"Fuuuuuck..." Rick sounded really stressed. Billy hated seeing his best friend stressed. "Okay... Here goes..." Rick took a deep breath. "Will you be my boyfriend, Bull Sanchez?"

For some reason, the name 'Bull Sanchez' ignited something in Billy.

That spark of courage burned inside him and Billy instantly tore his hand away from his cock with an soft, anguished gasp. Suddenly finding incredible strength of will, he spun towards the phone, found the strength to stand and gripped it angrily in his massive hands.

"No!" he cried. "I'm not Bull Sanchez! My name is Billy Sorres, you got that!? Billy Sorres! Don't ever call this number again! And give Erikson back!"

SMASH!

The phone lay in a million pieces on his floor.

Billy, gasping for breath and sweat dripping all over his titanic form, regarded his shaking hands. Slowly, he found his reflection. A rapid chill flooded his body, cooling him to the bone and killing his erection immediately. As he watched, the muscles all over his body slowly began to shrink, his shirt fitting him snugly once more instead of straining against his form.

Wearily, he grinned.

He could beat this thing.

He knew he could.

****

Lesson Eight: Go to the Coach First

The next day, Billy sat sternly in his usual seat on the bus, eyes closed and focused deeply on his next move. He knew he could fight now. This time, he would be the strong one. He would stand up for his best friend.

He wouldn't lose.

"Billy."

His eyes snapped open and his jaw practically hit the ground as Erikson sat down beside him, all human.

"Erikson!"

His best friend closed his eyes for a second. "Not for long..."

He flinched. "What? You're back."

"I know..." His friend turned to him, a sad smile on his face. "But I don't want to be, Billy. I want to be Rick Fells. I want to stay as Rick Fells. It... It just felt so good."

"Screw what feels good!" Billy sneered in a soft whisper. "Don't you see what Coach Steele is turning you into?"

Actually, he didn't know what Coach Steele was turning him into... But it wasn't right!

"I don't think I really care anymore," Erikson answered, shaking his head. "Billy... Rick... Rick is me. It's who I am... Inside..."

"No it's not!" Billy protested, gripping Erikson's hand firmly. "It's just Coach Steele brainwashing you! You've got to fight it!"

Slowly, his friend shook his head. "No... He's not. I'm making this choice because I want too."

"That's what brainwashing does!"

Erikson pulled his hand away from Billy's. "Billy... Just... Just trust me on this one, okay? You don't want to fight this. You just don't." He smiled just as the bus stopped. "And let me tell you something..."

He leaned over, placing his lips directly over Billy's ears. "When Rick asked you to be his boyfriend...? That was me... I meant it."

Billy's heart froze just as Erikson stood up and headed out of the bus.

His heart restarted the instant his friend left the bus. That courage burst from his chest, erupting in a loud, "Erikson! Wait!". He shoved past other students and stopped just at the bus' door.

Erikson was met by both Jessie and Andy. The two huge jocks wrapped their arms around Erikson's shoulders and guided him away from the crowds.

Billy's mind instantly screamed 'No!'

"Stop!"

His feet took him bolting after them. Countless other students were clamouring to get to class before the first bell. Many were still of varying body sizes. Not many were even big or buff. There were even some guys who were waddling up the stairs because of their pronounced belly.

That gave him hope.

It wasn't too late to stop Coach Steele and whatever plan he hand.

His eyes flicked back to Erikson...

... only to realise he had lost the trail.

"Fuck!" he cried, grinding his teeth together.

An idea hit him.

Where would they go?

The gymnasium or Coach Steele's office.

Ignoring all the stares of the students and teachers, he shot towards the gym, bursting through the big double doors and heading straight for the locker rooms. He noticed Coach Steele was in his office, scribbling away at some papers. Not his concern yet.

He erupted into the locker rooms, shouting Erikson's name and searching aisle after aisle. He kicked down shower doors but all were empty. He even tried searching the lockers as impossible as that may have seemed.

For a brief second, his eyes brushed over Sanchez's locker.

Whoever he was, was probably an existing victim.

The pieces started falling into place...

"No..."

Eyes widened and he bolted straight out of the locker rooms.

BAM!

"You fucking monster!"

Coach Steele looked up, mildly amused.

"Hey there, superstar."

"Don't call me that!" Billy barked, slamming the door behind him. He stalked into the room, slamming his palms against the coach's desk and leaning over threateningly. "This whole school... Every student that's ever pass through here... They're all because of you aren't they!? They all became canines or wolves because of what you're doing here, aren't they!?"

Steele held Billy's gaze for a moment longer... before shrugging. "Not all. I'm just the most recent generation of Steeles."

"What!?"

"Why don't you have a seat?"

"Fuck no!"

Steele's gaze turned hard, commanding. "Have a seat, Sanchez."

That name... Billy felt the blood rushing to his cock and it was all he could do to try and remain standing.

Fight it, he repeated mentally. Fight it!

He gripped the edge of the table trying to fight the compulsion to sit down... But the more he tried, the more his breathing became ragged. The more ragged his breathing, the more of that heavenly, heady, musky scent he inhaled.

Fight it! Fight it!

His head began to feel light...

Fight -

He sat down.

"Good," Steele commented, leaning back against his chair. "As an educator and as a Steele, I've never witnessed such a strong will and so much resistance from one of my pupils before." The wolf nodded. "It's to be commended. So for that, I'll tell you something, Sanchez."

Billy clenched his teeth together, trying to resist as much as he could. The shaking all over his body was intensifying and with each quake, he could feel his muscles pressing up against his skin, stretching them to the point where the veins were popping out even against his shirt.

"The Steele line is a different branch of evolution. Once could say that we're the evolutionary peak of our species. We're physically perfect. We're mentally perfect." He flexed his arms, showing off that big, bulging bicep that just made Billy drool.

That momentary lapse of concentration cost him.

Billy groaned as he felt his legs being pushed apart, his thighs bulging and straining against his school pants.

"When you turn into a Steele, the rest of your brain is unlocked. You get control of your entire body. You get to tell which parts to grow, which parts to activate, which parts to manipulate when you want. For instance, you get to release pheromones at certain quantities and concentrations." Steele leaned forward. "Like now, for instance."

Billy couldn't help but take a breath.

The hot, musky wave of male wolf struck him hard. Those arousing particles of wolf musk flooded down his throat, filling his lungs and pushing them out, making them bigger, stronger.

"There is a downside to being at the peak of evolution, though," Steele continued, sitting back in his seat. "Passing your genes... becomes impossible. For all intents and purposes, we're sterile. The semen that we shoot from our cocks, it isn't cum. It's a highly concentrated protein and nutrient blend that when ingested in any form, accelerates muscle growth and promotes physical development."

"Your c - c - cum turns us into wolves...?" Billy stammered.

"No. Our cum makes you grow big and strong. If you just drank our cum without being exposed to our pheromones, you'd just be a bodybuilder. Pheromones and cum, though, you become a buttsniffing bodybuilder." Steele grinned from ear to ear. "Something I think you're not too opposed to."

"You're brainwashing us..." Billy growled.

The Coach shook his head. "No, son. I'm not. See, the truth is, we didn't just pick you out of nowhere. Knothole High is under my control. The principal and the teachers? They're just begging to be turned. That'll come after a certain period of time like it's always been. They'll mysterious retire and there'd be another huge, muscular lupine or canine wandering around.

"No, we picked you because of your scent."

"My... my scent...?" Billy was slowly gaining control of himself again. He noticed Steele hadn't called him 'Sanchez' in a while... Maybe that was it... Maybe 'Sanchez' was like a trigger to active the pheromones or something...

He just had to keep Steele talking...

Steele tapped the side of his nose. "Son, when we had that interview, I smell you. You had the right genes for it. We don't just pick anyone to take the Steele Gene. We have to make sure our genes remain strong. The peak of evolution. And you, son, you and your dad, they're perfect. Just like the other students in this school."

"So what?" Billy growled. "Is this some sort of world domination bid!? You going to make an army of gay, horny wolves and take over the world?"

There, Steele threw his head back and laughed. That was good... He was letting his guard down. Billy almost had his body under control again. Just a little more...

"Son, think of it this way: if we killed every human in the world or if we turned everyone into one of us, we'd die out as a species. Can't reproduce remember?" The Coach grinned and tapped the side of his head. "This is just self preservation. We get people that we like into the school, we turn them and then leave it at that. Why do you think we keep class sizes so strict? Got to keep the balance. Nothing more, nothing less."

That made sense...

They were trying to survive and in some weird, twisted way, turning people into huge, muscular canines was how they survived.

Nothing wrong with that...

Except Billy wanted no part in it.

"One thing you forgot though, Coach," he sneered.

"Oh?"

"Humans won't go down fighting!"

With all his strength, Billy launched himself off the seat and threw all his weight at Coach Steele.

WHAM!

Only to fall short... and find his nose pressed against the coach's crotch.

He gasped...

... and took in more of that scent.

"What're you going to do with that, son?"

Billy thought about it...

"Bull!"

He spun around just as Rick Fells - that huge, muscular Doberman - came storming into the office. He was naked, cum soaking his chest, almost turning his entire fur white.

"Bull, I love you man!"

Billy's heart leapt to his throat...

He remembered Erikson's words about how what Rick said was what Erikson meant... Was it true...? Was there anything wrong with being a big, muscular canine when he could be with Erikson?

He thought not.

"Help me with this," Billy answered, seizing Coach Steele's cock.

Grinning, Rick Fells easily moved towards Billy, paws slowly gliding over Billy's ass and unbuckling his belt. Billy shivered slightly as he felt cool, leathery pads running over his exposed skin. He had a clear goal... and his resistances fell. Rubbed his cheek against Coach Steele's bulge, feeling the monster cock underneath pulsing with as much need as he felt.

His own human cock bobbed up against the table, spraying precum all over the coach's desk. With a deep moan, Billy reached over and pulled down the Coach's shorts. He salivated when the white jockstrap was revealed underneath, straining against the Coach's rising erection. Instincts took over and he reached towards that bulge, cupping the heavy sack they contained and licking at the wet spot that formed against the elastic fabric.

He shivered at the salty taste.

But he wanted more.

Panting, Billy kissed the cock through the jockstrap, feeling the heavy warmth that was flooding through the fabric, down his throat and through the rest of his body. It felt so good. The heat slipped into his every vein and artery, pulsing outwards with the rhythm of his heartbeat. With ever pump, he felt his muscles surging outwards. The veins would pop up against his skin, then the muscles would follow.

He rolled his shoulders as they expanded away from his chest which was developing a pair of nice, round, plump pecs. His nipples - fully erect - rubbed annoyingly against his school shirt, chafing him. As if reading his mind, Rick's paws reached around his chest, pulled his blazer off and began to slowly unbutton his shirt.

Billy hungrily, pulled down the Coach's jockstrap, revealing the mighty semi-flaccid 10 inch tool that was emerging from a plump, furry sheath. The full strength of the Steele Pheromones hit him hard and he wasted no time. He dove straight for that cock, pushing it deep into the throat and relishing the squirts of hot, precum that poured down the back of his throat and into his stomach.

The direct heat of the fluids added to the mounting temperature in his whole body. He squirmed and moaned as the heat radiated outwards from his very core. The courage he felt before bubbled up, rising in his chest and pushing itself out into the world. He realised that the courage had been Bull all along...

Rick had been right.

They were the same.

And he wanted to be Bull.

A cry of ecstasy escaped him as a light pressure pressed against his virgin ass. A hot, molten rod slipped between his tight, ass cheeks, drooling precum into his ass.

"Aww fuck..." he moaned softly, pulling his lips free of Coach Steele's cock.

"Want me to mount you, Bull?" Rick whispered, seizing his thick, plump thighs. "Want me to stick my fucking monster dick in your tight, virgin hole?"

What could he say?

"Fuck yeah!"

Steele suddenly petted Billy's head. "Boys, get down under my desk. We've got a guest."

Whimpering in frustration, Billy did as he was told, sliding underneath Coach Steele's desk and sitting down just out of view. Rick, however, had other plans. He slid in between Steele's legs and the chair's legs, letting his muzzle hover over Billy's cock. With a wink, he drew his long, flat tongue over Billy's cock, making him moan in delight.

"Quietly, now boys," Steele whispered. He seized his fully erect, 16 inch tool. "And don't forget about your Coach when you score."

Grinning, Billy pulled the Coach's cock just underneath the table so that it was out of view and took the piece of meat into his mouth. The hot, veined member in his lips felt so right. He bobbed his head against the member, drawing long, loving sucks as he took more and more of that precum deep into his throat and that heavenly scent that drove him wild.

He fought back the whimpers as he felt his spine stretching upwards, forcing him to stoop down slightly as his back pressed up against the table's underside.

BAM!

"You Steele!?"

Billy recognised that voice...

It was his father's.

What was he doing here?

"I am."

Billy ignored them both... He was too far into this... He couldn't stop!

He tried to take Steele's cock entirely... but he couldn't... it was just too big. But that didn't keep him from trying. He went down and felt the pointed tip press up against the roof of his mouth. He ran his hands over the Coach's thick, firm thighs and watched black fur sprout up his skin, crawling over his body like a plague. As the fur covered his forearms, his veins gave one final push outwards and pressed up against the short carpet, still visible against the fur.

Yeah... he fucking loved his veins.

"I want you to stop giving my son steroids!" Miguel demanded.

Who needed steroids?

He was fucking huge!

Billy flexed his pecs, loving how he could easily bounce them one after the other. His cock twitched as his cum began bubbling deep in his balls. He could feel them growing, becoming better equipped for the huge 14 inch cock that was disappearing down Rick's muzzle. Ricky's paws travelled all over his chest, meeting the furry growth as it crawled down to his perfect eight-pack before ending at his nipples. Gentle fingers touched the fleshy nubs, twitching them and sending waves of ecstasy into Billy.

"Steroids? I don't know what you're talking about."

WHAM!

Billy jumped but that gave him enough room to curl his expanding legs around Rick's thick form. He pulled the Doberman closer to him, thrusting his cock in tandem with his best friend's movements. A powerful pressure build up at the base of his spine and he had to lift himself up slightly just so that small, nub of a tail could push out and wiggle in excitement.

"Don't play fucking dumb with me!" Miguel demanded. "My son comes home everyday from your school because of your fucking training schedule and he looks like he jumped right out of a swimsuit magazine! It's been two days and he already looks like a fucking teen god!"

All the heat in his body suddenly travelled straight towards his face. He pushed his lips down against Coach Steele's cock, trying to reach that thick knot but he just felt it brush against the back of his throat again. He pulled back, letting out a gasp. He felt a bit of the heat push his jaw forward before receding back to where that cock sat.

He pushed again...

... little closer now...

Pulled back.

His ears felt hot... and he felt them rising up to the top of his skull with every push he made.

Push down...

... pull back.

Closer again...

He wiggled his small, black nose, taking a long, deep breath of that beautiful, scent.

Push down... back...

Fuck!

He could feel Coach Steele's cock start to twitch rapidly.

He was almost ready...

Billy could feel himself coming close as well.

One more push...

And his kissed the Coach's knot.

"I assure you, what I've given your son isn't steroids."

So... so close...

Billy's whole body started tensing bit by bit.

His arms locked in place.

His back went rigid.

His legs tightened.

His chest froze.

His cock -

"Then what did you give him!? Whatever it is, I want you to stop!" He paused for the briefest of moments... and it sounded like he was... crying? "Drugs ruined my life... I don't want it to ruin his too."

Coach Steele suddenly grabbed the back of Billy's head.

Whoosh!

Hot, salty cum sprayed out of Steele's cock, flooding straight down Billy's throat. Billy gagged for the first blast but then eagerly drank the rest. With every sip, he could feel the cum running into his stomach and then seeming into his veins, pumping themselves into his muscles. His whole body surged outwards!

Growing! Growing! Growing!

"Fuuuuuuuck yeah!"

Bull Sanchez threw his head and arms back, smashing the table he so barely hid under and toppled it. His cock jerked violently and erupted in a glorious spray of cum and the last vestiges of Billy Sorres. His whole body seized up, his arms flexed and his back tensed in a picturesque image of pure muscle.

Rick was thrown back as gallons upon gallons of cum sprayed all over him like the contents of a loose firehose. The Doberman's fur was covered completely in white and even as his back hit the wall, he was sprayed more and more! Coach Steele was fast enough to jump away from the chair to avoid it being blown into splinters by the torrential sea of seed.

Bull threw his head back, let out a triumphant howl and thrust his hips into the air, throwing cum high into the air, splattering the ceiling. His thick, 14 inch canine cock pulsed even after his seventh's shot, dripping endlessly with cum.

After his tenth's shot, his balls exhausted their supply and he was left panting for air.

Rick crawled over to him, a big, goofy grin on his face.

Their muzzles met in a tight, loving kiss.

"What the hell!?" Miguel Sorres cried. "What -?"

"You asked what I gave your son, Mr, Sorres," Coach Steele said, grinning at the two massive, muscle canines making furious love on the cum, soaked floor. "I gave him a new lease on life."

He turned his gaze towards Miguel Sorres. "Want to take out a loan?"

****

Lesson Nine: If not the Coach, there's always the Assistant

Bull Sanchez was gay.

_Everyone_knew that.

He was gay with Rick Fells but no one ever dared to mess with them.

Not when Bull was a massive 7'6'' feet tall Rottweiler and built like a tank. Rick was a little shorter at about 6'11'' but the two made an un_stoppable_ team on the field. Needless to say, their transfers from another school was quite convenient as they came in just in time for the first game.

Knothole High won with a landslide.

The other school couldn't stand up to the massive canines and wolves that made up the team. If their stats didn't say they were 14, then people would've mistaken them for professional bodybuilders.

Needless to say, after the game was over, the team 'celebrated'.

Bull emerged from the locker rooms, still licking the cum off his muzzle, with his paw wrapped firmly around Rick Fell's who was walking with a slight limp. He was also constantly massaging his ass as little.

"Fuck dude... You were on to_night_," Rick laughed, squeezing his mate's paw tightly.

"On you, you mean!" Bull laughed. He bent down and nuzzled his mate's cheek. "But hey, you got my back. I got yours."

"I'll take you up on that offer, dude!" Just for emphasis, Rick squeezes Bull's ass, making the latter's tail wag in excitement.

They approached the big, red family van parked at the far end of school's parking lot. There were some peculiar noises emanating from the van... not to mention it was shaking from side to side rather fiercely. The two canines exchanged glances and just waited...

A whole three minutes, there was a muffled howl that echoed from the van's confines and the two boys moved. They opened the rear doors...

... and, as expected, there was Mike Sanchez and Nate Fells, lying in a pool of their own cum. Nate was naturally inside, Mike, the Doberman being the dominant of the two.

"Hey, son..." Mike said, blushing slightly underneath his fur. "Did you win?"

"We did, dad," Bull chuckled.

The grin on Mike's face was more than innocent. "Want to 'celebrate'?"

Bull exchanged glances with Rick...

"Fuck yeah!"