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A Star is Made

By Danath

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Story and characters are © Danath

* * *

"So yeah, I gotta get going. Coach wants me to stay late for some extra practice."

Caleb waved goodbye to his friends, a few fellow players from the soccer team, and turned to head back into the school's gym. The school he attended, Marcellus College, wasn't the most prestigious, but was known for an outstanding music program, as well as having one of the better college soccer teams in the country for a school their size.

The black panther shifted his backpack onto his left shoulder as he walked around the edges of the basketball court, where a few people casually shot hoops. Someone called him over to join in, but he waved them off.

Caleb was known as one of the better athletes on campus. Soccer was his favorite sport, but he also played lacrosse, tennis, and dabbled in swimming, though he wasn't as agile in the water as he was on the grass. Fit, lean, with attractive muscles and a friendly, blunt muzzle, he had no shortage of boyfriends during his first three years at school. Now a senior starting his final year and recently single, he had decided to hold off on relationships until graduation. It gave him more time to spend playing soccer, which was paying off - the coaches were really impressed with him lately and started him in almost every game.

Caleb grinned as he entered the concrete hallway past the court, past the locker rooms, through the weight room, and down a narrow corridor painted a cracked, fading yellow, stopping in front of a plain wooden door. A black nameplate pronounced it the office of Coach Sanderson.

Coach Sanderson was a strict disciplinarian. Players either loved or hated him, but none could dispute his methods worked. The soccer team was doing better than ever this year and was poised for a national championship run. He'd earned his position as well, having been a star goalkeeper during his own college days, though he failed to make it into any pro leagues after spending some time in a Mexican lower league division. Many attributed it to his species: polar bears were not typically known for their speed and agility. Sure, they could do sprints, but their stamina was always questioned. In the goal, however, Sanderson had an uncanny ability to judge a player's movements and get to the spot where the ball was headed before anyone else figured it out.

Fortunately for Marcellus College, he'd retired from playing to coach, a position he'd held for the last fifteen years, during which he'd turned out more than a dozen professional players, though none had achieved much international reliability. Still, it was enough to get the scouts to come and listen to his recommendations.

Caleb lifted his paw and rapped on the door. After a few moments, a deep voice called out, "Come in!"

The handle turned easily and the black panther stepped inside Coach Sanderson's office. It was sparse, with a few plaques and certificates on the white, cement-block walls. There was a plain, rickety wooden desk in one corner covered in paper and a laptop, as well as an ancient wooden chair. A green cotton couch sat along the wall that nobody was quite sure how it got inside, considering the narrowness of the hall and door. It had been there since before Coach Sanderson arrived. A circular shaggy rug with the schools colors - brown and white - hid the bare cement floor. Two large bookshelves holding dozens of books about training, coaching, exercising, and other subjects were the last pieces of furniture in the room.

The wooden chair creaked dangerously under Coach Sanderson's weight. The polar bear was nearly seven feet tall and, despite not having played professionally in many years, kept up his fitness levels by exercising as much as he made his students. Still, he had a bit of a gut, though it was more likely due to his newfound enjoyment of heavy lifting than his eating habits. The coach was fastidious about eating and made his players eat well while traveling on pain of extra laps for every non-approved bite of chow they consumed upon their return. He wore a light red button-up shirt and striped orange tie, along with khaki pants and brown shoes. The large bear wasn't known for his fancy dress style and looked every inch a typical down-to-earth coach.

"Caleb! My favorite goal scorer!" Sanderson said, shifting in his chair to face the lithe panther.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes. I really think you've got a lot of potential," the polar bear said, lifting his fingers to his chin. "If you want, I think you could be good enough to make it into a major league."

"Wow... thanks!" Caleb said. "I'd love to play professionally. I've given it a lot of thought, but I guess I'm not sure how to get there."

The big white-furred bear smiled. "That's where I come in. I've been reading about a few modern techniques that are useful for helping players achieve their maximum potential."

He shuffled some papers on his crowded desk and produced a thick volume, which he head up to show Caleb.

"Hypnotherapy for Athletes," Sanderson said as he tapped the book knowingly with his thick claws. "It's a way to train your mind so that you can train your body the right way."

Caleb considered. He'd never been hypnotized before and wasn't sure it would work, and said so.

The polar bear smiled and shook his head. "That's a common misunderstanding about hypnotism," he said. "It's really the smartest people who are easiest to hypnotize, believe it or not. It's all a willing procedure, as well - hypnosis can't make you do anything you didn't already want to do. While you're in a trance, you may lose your inhibitions, but never your control."

Caleb appeared doubtful. "But how can it help me play soccer better?"

"By providing your subconscious mind with the motivation you need to really throw yourself into the game," Sanderson said. He set the book down and stood, moving over to Caleb to put his large paws on the feline's shoulders. "It's all about your subconscious, really. Once your brain is ready, your game will improve and you'll find it easier to train and learn new things."

"Well... it sounds good... how do I know it'll work?"

The bear's paws squeezed Caleb reassuringly. "There's no guarantee it will, of course. It's a tricky thing," he said. "But even if it doesn't work, I can tell you from personal experience that hypnosis is incredibly relaxing. If nothing else, we can try it out and if it works, terrific! If not, well, at least we tried. I wouldn't be asking you this if I didn't think you had the drive and ambition to do whatever was necessary to better yourself."

Caleb grinned. "Thanks, coach. It's good to hear you say that."

"Listen... how about this. We try it out for a month. If you don't think it's helping by then, we'll end our little experiment," Sanderson said. The bear dropped his paws to his sides and took a step back. "And if it does work... well, let's just say I know a few scouts who are going to be at the season opener next month."

"Well... sure, I guess. I mean, like you said, I gotta do what I gotta do if I'm going to make it, right?"

"That's the spirit! We'll start right now!"

Sanderson clapped Caleb on the back, making the smaller male stumble forward.

"Lie down on the couch over here," the polar bear said. He dragged his wooden chair closer and sat near the panther's head as Caleb dropped his backpack onto the floor and lay down on the couch. "Okay... this first time, we're not going to do any subliminal suggestions or anything else like that. We're just going to practice relaxing, okay? Just like practicing anything else, the more you do it, the better you'll get at it. Training your mind is no different."

"Got it, coach."

"Close your eyes and listen to my voice," Sanderson said. His soothing, bass rumbles dropped in volume as he spoke, until Caleb's ears twisted forward to catch each syllable. "Listen only to the sound of my voice. Are you comfortable?"

"Yes," Caleb said.

"Good... I want you to imagine a lake. A large, clear lake surrounded by a tall forest. Do you see it?"

"Yes."

"It's a bright, sunny day. The wind is cool on your fur and the clouds are drifting across the sky like lazy balls of cotton. There's a small red rowboat at the end of a small dock. Imagine yourself walking down a path towards the boat."

Sanderson paused, watching Caleb closely. The feline's rhythmic breathing was easy and his body was limp. So far, so good.

"Step into the rowboat and look up at the sky. The boat moves, carrying you to the center of the lake. It's very still out here and you stare up at the clouds overhead. They make all sorts of shapes and patterns. Pick one of those clouds and focus on it."

Sanderson smiled. It was almost too easy.

"Now, feel yourself floating on the water as the cloud gets bigger. It's fluffy, soft, peaceful, and coming nearer, getting larger as it drifts down towards you. The closer it gets, the more relaxed you become. Going deeper and deeper into a peaceful, easy state of mind."

Caleb didn't move a muscle as the polar bear continued.

"The cloud is very close now and soon it wraps itself around you. It's warm and humid, but you don't mind. It just makes you even more relaxed, as you slide fall into it and float gracefully within. The deeper you float inside the cloud, the more relaxed you become. Deeper and deeper, every muscle relaxing. Your mind is filled with thoughts of the cloud, peaceful, easy thoughts, and you go deeper still, exploring the cloud, feeling better and more relaxed with every second that goes by."

Caleb's tail hung limply over the side of the couch. Sanderson leaned forward and waved his paw over the cat's muzzle.

"Do you feel relaxed, Caleb?"

"Yessss..."

"Good. Listen now to the sound of my voice. Focus on my voice and let it fill your mind. The more you listen, the deeper you go, into a restful, peaceful, relaxed state. As you take a deep, deep breath, you can hear my voice's pitch and timbre."

The feline's chest swelled as he inhaled.

"Now relax, listening to the sound of my voice, and exhale, going even deeper into the cloud, floating on a bed of pure softness, as your body relaxes still further, until you hear nothing but the sound of my voice."

Coach Sanderson couldn't help the smile spreading over his muzzle as he continued to talk, deep and slow, putting the feline into a deep, deep trance. Caleb took to hypnosis like a fish to water, the bear thought, and he squeezed at his khaki pants as his erection bulged up, as thoughts of what he'd soon have this hot piece of feline ass doing. But not yet... patience. Patience was key.

"Very good, Caleb. You're doing very well," he said. "Now, as you relax, I want you to listen to my words very carefully and follow my instructions. Do you understand?"

"Yes..."

"Very good. We're going to practice waking you up now, so that I can see whether you're truly relaxed or not. Understand?"

"Yes..."

"Good. Whenever I tell you to wake up, I want you to return to a full, alert, cognizant state," Sanderson said. "Whenever I say the words, 'Wake up', you'll immediately come out of this relaxation and be fully alert. You'll feel rested, comfortable, and at ease. Understand?"

The cat said yes and Sanderson grinned.

"Good. Now, whenever I say 'sleep,' you'll return to this restful, peaceful state. When I say 'sleep,' you'll fall into a trance, going deeper and deeper, relaxing more each time I tell you to sleep. I will say 'sleep,' and you will immediately return to this state of mind, relaxing even deeper when you hear the sound of my voice."

Sanderson paused for a moment to let that command sink in.

"Now... Caleb... wake up!"

The bear snapped his fingers as he spoke and Caleb's eyes popped open. He grinned at Coach Sanderson and sat up, tail flicking.

"Wow... I feel great! I think that hypnosis really works, coach!"

The panther smiled and Sanderson beamed back at him. The polar bear's stubby tail wiggled with joy, though he tried not to show an excessive amount of emotion and possibly give his game away.

"You're a real natural, Caleb," Sanderson said. "Now... sleep!"

Caleb's eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he fell backwards. His head landed in the pillow as his body went limp, his tail still, his body entirely at rest.

"Good, Caleb... very good..."

Sanderson's full black lips parted as his red tongue swept over him. He desperately wanted this attractive male and his cock tented out his pants as he thought about placing a few more commands... but not yet. First, he needed Caleb's trust.

"All right, Caleb... now I'm going to take you out of your trance and return you to your full, waking state. Understand?"

"Yes..."

Taking the cat out was even easier than putting him in. By the time he finished, no more than two hours had passed since they'd started. Caleb couldn't stop talking about how relaxed and energetic he felt after Sanderson walked him backwards, out of the cloud, back to the short, and up the path, guiding him from trance to wakefulness easily.

The coach stood up and stretched. "You did great, Caleb. We just practiced putting you under today, but come back after practice on Wednesday and we'll see about implanting a few suggestions to help you play better."

"Great! Thanks so much, coach! I really appreciate this!"

Caleb left the room and Sanderson sank into his couch. He stared at the door and licked his lips again, a vision of Caleb's tight black-furred rump playing in his mind's eye. The polar bear reached for his pants, unzipped, and withdrew his thickening black shaft. As he rubbed himself, he growled out the feline's name.

"Caleb..."

* * *

The following Wednesday, Coach Sanderson felt like his nuts would explode. He found his thoughts completely entranced by the slim black feline. During practice, he had to shake his head more than once in an attempt to clear his mind.

Caleb, for his part, felt great and played better. Just thinking about relaxing so much later on spurred him to do his best every moment of practice and the short scrimmage that followed. He scored twice, once off a header and once from a corner.

He showered with his teammates and quickly dressed before leaving the other chattering males behind. He walked to Sanderson's office and knocked. The polar bear opened the door, dressed today in a tight black polo and dark gray slacks.

"Caleb! Come in!" he said, stepping aside.

"Hi, Coach!"

"You did really great in practice today, Caleb," Sanderson said, eyeing the feline's firm rump as he walked past. "Really great."

"Thanks, Coach. I dunno, I think maybe this hypnotism stuff might work, you know?"

"Well, then let's get started."

Caleb took a seat on the couch and dropped his backpack on the floor before turning to lie down. His shirt pulled up a bit, exposing some of his fluffy stomach fur, and Sanderson caught the aroused growl before it could leave his throat.

"All right, Caleb... close your eyes... and relax..."

It took less time to put the feline under than before. Sanderson smiled. Soon he'd be able to simply tell the cat to sleep and he's fall into the deep trance automatically. He listened to Caleb's slow, rhythmic breathing and reached down to rearrange the tent in his slacks.

"Caleb... listen carefully to the sound of my voice," he said. "Over the next year, you will listen to myself and the other coaches. You will follow our advice to the letter. You will eat what we tell you, you will practice when we tell you, and you will exercise how we tell you. The more you do these things, the better you will feel."

He smiled. He genuinely wanted Caleb to be a star soccer player, of course. But he also genuinely wanted to stick his cock up those furry black cheeks. Trust and conditioning... it would take a little time, but oh, it would be worth it.

"Do you understand what I'm saying, Caleb?"

"Yes..." came the soft, murmured reply.

"Good... relax, now... just relax, and listen to my voice, nothing but my voice," Sanderson continued. "You will obey my instructions completely. You will trust my judgment and follow my directions, both on and off the soccer field. When you do, you'll feel very good, energetic, and happy."

Sanderson kept talking, layering in additional motivations and subliminal messages about practicing, exercising, and eating right. His fingers twitched occasionally and he resisted the urge to reach out and grab two handfuls of that thick black fur. He knew better, though, and brought the feline out after a two-hour session.

"Wow... I really feel great," Caleb said. "It's strange. I remember what you told me, in a way. It's kind of fuzzy, like a dream."

"That's how it works. We're going into your subconscious mind and directly giving it messages," Sanderson said, standing up as the feline did. "We'll see how well they take hold."

It did take hold. The cat was ferocious at practice. He exercised daily. He ate strictly according to the plan provided for him by the team's nutritionist and, from what Sanderson heard, was even doing better in his classes.

The sessions continued. Twice a week, the polar bear put him under, gradually building on his subliminal messages, working in small phrases and keywords. He tested the feline as well. After one session, he told Caleb to come to the next dressed in black sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

Caleb did.

Coach Sanderson couldn't believe how easy it was - so far. The real test would be next.

Caleb arrived and flopped into the couch, smiling and eager. He grinned at Sanderson before closing his eyes and, the polar bear thought, glanced down at the ursine's hips. Very good.

"All right, Caleb... let's begin. I'm going to put you under deeper today, do you understand?"

The cat's mumbled murmur was so slight Sanderson had to lean forward to hear it. The mere sound of the bear's soothing, deep voice could put the cat under with hardly any trouble. He was half-gone before the polar bear started.

Sanderson worked him over carefully, ensuring he was in as deep of a trance as he could put him. Nearly comatose, Caleb's entire body was limp, relaxed to the utmost. Sanderson smiled as he wrapped up the induction and reached out, pressing his fingers around the feline's shoulder.

"Caleb... you trust me implicitly," he started, licking his lips. "You like me. A lot. In fact, from now on, whenever you see me, your heart will beat faster. You'll feel warm, safe, and happy. You'll want to hug me, to show me how much you care about me. I may hug you back, to show you how much I care about you."

The cat didn't even twitch.

"From now on, when you touch me, you'll feel pleasure. Warm, happy pleasure. You'll want to touch me, to press against me," Sanderson murmured. "You won't think it strange or awkward when you feel an urge to sit on my lap or stroke my fur. I may touch you back, but it will only help you relax even deeper, and feel even better."

Sanderson smiled, repeated himself, and transitioned into the familiar aspects of their sessions, reinforcing the messages about exercise, practice, and eating well.

He brought the feline out of it slowly, reinforcing his messages as he went. The cat hadn't moved a muscle the entire time - were he resistant to the ideas, he could have woke himself up. But no, Caleb appeared to absorb these new instructions easily.

Fully alert once more, Caleb sat up and smiled as he stretched out his arms and legs.

"Wow... better than an afternoon nap in the sun, that's for sure!" he said. His paw reached out and pressed into Sanderson's upper shoulder. "Thanks, Coach. I know how much you want to see me succeed. I really appreciate you taking your time to do this for me."

The cat's fingers squeezed on Sanderson's shoulder and the polar bear's cock stiffened in his pants. He nodded and leaned in closer. "Thank you, Caleb. I appreciate that."

Caleb looked at the bear's broad chest, down to his belly, and back up to his face, eyes examining the polar bear as if for the first time. His paw remained on Sanderson's shoulder until the ursine stood. Caleb stood up as well and leaned in close, so that the side of his hip pressed against the polar bear's side.

"All right! Same time next week, right?" he said, nostrils flaring as he inhaled the ursine's scent.

"Same time next week," Sanderson said. "See you later, Caleb."

The feline took a step towards the door, but paused. His tail twitched and he turned. As if acting on an impulse, he threw his arms around Coach Sanderson's neck, hugging the bear tightly. Deep purrs rumbled through Caleb's chest before he broke off the hug, disengaging himself slowly.

"Uh... thanks again, Coach," he said, smile wavering for a moment. "I'll... I'll see you at practice tomorrow."

And so he did. The feline followed Coach Sanderson around the field whenever he wasn't needed elsewhere. Caleb couldn't explain it, but he had this desire just to be near the big polar bear. A few times he found his paw resting on the coach's arm as they spoke, or pressing to the side of his thigh when they sat next to each other on the bench. It didn't distract from his playing, however, as he was quicker, more agile, and more accurate than ever. He ran circles around his teammates, who marveled at his newfound skills.

"Caleb's doing really well," Coach Martens said to Sanderson near the end of practice. "You're tutoring him, right?"

"I'm not doing much besides helping him realize his potential," Sanderson replied, voice full of assumed modesty. "He's a real talent. I don't have any doubt he's going on to bigger and better things."

"I think you're right, but he's going to have you to thank for it. You two have a real rapport," Martens said. The Dalmatian grinned and slapped Sanderson on the back. "You may end up going with him to the majors as a coach!"

Sanderson laughed and shook his head before steering the topic towards the team in general. As he discussed the future matchups with Martens, he noticed Caleb hanging around near the edge of the field, idly juggling soccer balls on his feet and knees. His eyes would flash up once in a while to stare at the polar bear before refocusing on his footwork.

"I'll see you later, Martens," Sanderson said. "Tomorrow's an off-day, then we have the game against St. Aurelius. Should be a good one!"

"Well, if it's anything like last year, we're gonna whup 'em," the Dalmatian said, glee in his voice. "Especially if Caleb is half as good in the game as he is in practice!"

Sanderson smiled and headed towards the gym, chatting as he went with the other players and coaches. He sniffed, catching a whiff of Caleb's scent, and smiled. The feline was nearby, just as he'd been programmed.

Sanderson walked to his office and entered, closing the door behind him. He had some paperwork to finish before going home for the night. He was interrupted after a few minutes by a knock at the door.

"Come in!" he called out, expecting Martens or another coach to discuss the starting line-up for Saturday's game.

Instead, Caleb entered the room. He stood there, confused for a moment.

"You know... I'm not sure why I'm here," he said, ears folding back with embarrassment.

"Oh! Caleb! You did great in practice today," Sanderson said, standing up from his rickety wooden chair. "Really terrific. I think the game on Saturday is going to be an excellent debut for our team."

"Yeah... the game... it'll be great!"

Caleb's smile returned as he stepped closer to Sanderson and reached out to hug the bear. He pressed his cheek into the ursine's broad chest and wrapped his arms around the male's muscular belly. Sanderson smiled as he felt the feline press in close.

"Well... anyways," Caleb said, pulling away with some reluctance. "I guess... I guess I'll be going."

"All right, Caleb. See you Saturday morning before the game."

The feline lingered at the door, staring at Sanderson, who smiled back. The cat's tail flicked back and forth with agitation before he finally stepped through the door.

Sanderson licked his black lips and reached down to push his erection into a more comfortable position inside his pants.

"Soon, little panther... soon..."

* * *

The game was an incredible success. Caleb scored four of the team's six goals. One especially spectacular moment was sure to make the rounds online: Caleb dribbled the ball from his own half through three different defenders, leaving them tripping over themselves as they tried to stay with the tricky feline. The panther got to the outside edge of the penalty area, alone against two more defenders and the goalkeeper. He feinted left while the ball went right, tucked it between a startled collie's legs, hopped around him, and fake-punted the ball, making the goalkeeper dive to the right. He casually knocked it in to the left side and ran off, sliding on his knees as his teammates mobbed him. The opposing side's head coach looked shell-shocked.

But the Marcellus College head coach just relaxed on his bench and watched as the feline looked over at him from the middle of the group hug and waved excitedly.

"Hey, Sanderson!"

The polar bear leaned back and saw Crosby Tan, a scout for one of the major league teams. He grinned at the husky and waved him over. The overweight canine flopped onto the bench next to Sanderson and pointed.

"Who is he and how did he get so good?"

"I'm tutoring him, but it's mostly natural ability. The kid's a star, Crosby. You watch - he's going straight to the majors."

"I don't doubt it with moves like that. But c'mon, you're teaching him?" the husky asked, grinning. He knocked the polar bear in the shoulder and laughed. "A washed up goalkeeper like you? We're gonna have to completely retrain him if we get him in the draft."

Sanderson laughed good-naturedly and shook his head. "Trust me, Crosby. Once this kid is eligible, he's gonna be the number one draft pick in the country."

They chatted and watched the game together, though the husky left before it ended. Caleb played the entire 90 minutes flawlessly, helping his team in too many ways to count. He got a standing ovation at the end and the team carted him off the field on their shoulders.

Sanderson gave a rousing speech in the locker room, praising not just Caleb, who lingered close to his side, but the entire team for the effort. He warned them not to get overconfident for next week's game, and sent them off to celebrate.

"And by the way - practice is cancelled tomorrow. You guys earned a day off!"

The players cheered and someone poured a cooler full of sports drink on him. The bear laughed as green juice stained his white fur as the locker room erupted in another spontaneous celebration. Spirits were high, especially Caleb, who gave the polar bear a quick hug, ignoring his coach's sopping wet clothes.

"See you on Monday, Coach!" he called out after breaking off the embrace.

Sanderson smiled. Very soon...

* * *

"Relax, deeper and deeper," Sanderson intoned. Caleb almost moaned as his body sunk into the couch cushions, going as limp as ever.

Sanderson smiled. Four games had gone by, three of them shutouts. Caleb scored a combined twelve goals in those games, attracting national headlines in the sports press. He had a regular stream of calls from scouts and coaches, even a few from international clubs.

But for now, he had the feline all to himself.

"Caleb, I want you to relax as deeply as you can. Listen to my voice, just the sound of my voice, and nothing else. The more you listen, the deeper you will go, the better you will feel..."

It was so easy. He'd been ramping up his suggestions until the panther nearly hung off his arm every time they were together. Nobody thought much of it, since felines were naturally a little touchy-feely when they liked someone, and everyone knew Caleb's favorite person in the world was the polar bear who taught him how to play world-class soccer.

Sanderson licked his lips again and reached out, stroking Caleb's head between his ears. The cat's rumbling purrs filled the room. His fingers tickled their way down to his chest and he smiled.

"Caleb, when I snap my fingers and count to three, I want you to wake up," he said. "You will be fully awake, fully alert. When I tell you to sleep, however, you will return to this deep, relaxing state. Understand?"

"Yes..." came the drowsy, happy response.

Sanderson had been working on this, waking the panther and putting him back to sleep until it was second nature.

"After I wake you up, you will not remember what I tell you next. You will have no recollection of my instructions from this point on, but you will follow them, trusting me as you have trusted everything else I've told you," Sanderson said, voice deepening as he spoke. "Do you understand?"

"Yes..."

"When I say the word 'tomato,' you will undress. You will not think it's strange to be naked. In fact, you will find it very relaxing and pleasurable," Sanderson said. "You will be very pleased to show your body to me because it looks so nice. Do you understand?"

The panther replied without a hint of hesitation: "Yes..."

"Very good. You will not remember this instruction, nor will you question it. It will be very nice, very pleasurable, to take off your clothes and be naked around me. You may even want to see me naked as well. That's fine, too. Whatever you like, Caleb," the polar bear said. He wondered how far he could push the feline today. "When I say the word 'tomato,' you will follow these instructions, and even though you will forget me having told you to do this, you will not find it strange."

The bear cleared his throat.

"In fact, you will find you want to touch me even more. The more you touch my fur, the better you'll feel. You may even get hard, but that's perfectly normal, Caleb," Sanderson said. His cock throbbed. "You may want to press against me, or I may touch you, but it's all very normal and the more we touch, the more pleasurable it is, the more relaxed you feel. Do you understand?"

The cat murmured in the affirmative and Sanderson grinned.

"One... two... three!" He snapped his fingers and Caleb blinked, sitting up and smiling.

"You have no idea how good I feel right now," he said, beaming at the polar bear. "Have you ever been hypnotized, Coach?"

"Oh, sure," Sanderson said, truthfully. "How do you think I learned to do it? Anyways..."

He leaned in close and spoke very clearly: "Tomato."

Caleb's paws went to the waist of his shirt and pulled it up over his head a second later. The feline didn't pause as he stood and unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down along with his briefs. Sanderson's muzzle opened as he stared at the panther's plump sheath, which jiggled a bit as he stepped out of his pants and flopped back onto the couch, completely naked.

"Hey, c'mon, Coach," he said, motioning at the polar bear. "Relax! Take off your clothes!"

Sanderson smiled and stood. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, pulling it away from his broad chest as the panther watched, eyes wide. Caleb's plump black-furred sheath bulged a bit and a bit of red poked out as Sanderson tossed his shirt onto his desk, then his pants. His erection tented his underwear, thick and fat, as big around as Caleb's wrist. Sanderson grabbed the waistband of his underpants and pulled them down, which pulled the tip of his cock down too, until they slid over his muscular thighs. His cock slapped back up against his belly as the underwear fell to the floor around his ankles.

"Sit next to me, Coach," Caleb said, scooting over on the couch.

The polar bear grinned as wide as he could. It was just too perfect.

Caleb turned and pressed his face into Sanderson's chest, both legs draping over the bear's lap. The cat's tail flipped over his belly and tapped against his pelt as the cat snuggled in close to him. He slipped his arm around Caleb's side, pulling him close as he took a deep breath, shivering in delight at the feline's touch.

"Thanks, Coach," he said, purring contentedly. "This feels really good..."

Sanderson's fingers stroked up and down Caleb's side for several minutes as they sat together. The polar bear's black cock twitched and throbbed, drooling clear pre-cum. Caleb was hard as well - his red shaft, smaller than Sanderson's by a few inches, lifted up and down slowly, bouncing against his lower belly.

Caleb grinned and shifted, pulling himself into Sanderson's lap. The polar bear couldn't stop the groan when the cat's thighs and rump slid across his aching erection. He held the feline with both large paws, one squeezing his thigh, the other around his lower back. The cat's face lifted, pressing under Sanderson's jaw, and he shivered with pleasure.

"Here..." Caleb said, taking Sanderson by the wrist. He pulled the bear's paw to his chest and pressed it into his fur. "Right here. Ooh... yeah..."

Caleb closed his eyes, purring like mad as the ursine stroked him, petting him and scratching him with his long black claws. The feline stretched and wriggled, rubbing his body inadvertently against Sanderson's erection. The polar bear scratched down to his lower belly, then around his inner thighs. Caleb moaned softly and clutched at his neck, hips squirming even more.

"Do you like this, Caleb?" Sanderson asked, gently teasing a claw down the center of his belly.

"Mmmff... yeah... feels... feels nice," he said, gasping softly with each new tickle.

"Can I make you feel even better?"

"Yeaaaah..."

The sighed response made Sanderson's heart race as his paw gently circled the feline's red shaft. It throbbed warmly against his pads as he stroked downwards gently, teasing the bare, smooth flesh. Caleb stiffened, moaned, and clutched at him even more tightly.

"Ohhh... Coach..."

"Shhh... just relax, Caleb..."

Sanderson's cock ached, but he resisted any urges. Not yet, not yet...

Instead, he teased his pads across the panther's rigid shaft, listening the squirming male's delicious mewls and purrs. The panther gasped and panted into Sanderson's muscular chest, lips pressing into the older male's fur. His claws scratched at the polar bear's skin as his hips jerked. Sanderson could feel his throbbing member pulsing in his grasp and squeezed just a little tighter as he slowly, teasingly stroked the groaning male.

"Mmm... Caleb," he groaned, shuddering as fluffy black fur tingled over his black cock, harder than he could ever remember. His balls churned, aching for release, and he envisioned himself cramming his shaft down Caleb's muzzle, spraying his load over those high cheekbones and thick black lips.

"C... Coa... Coach!"

Caleb gasped and jerked in Sanderson's lap. The polar bear hugged him close, holding him tight to his chest and belly. He could feel the pounding of the feline's heart as the red shaft jerked one last time before shooting a stream of white seed up into the air. It landed across Sanderson's paw and the cat crooned with pleasure, holding his tense pose for just a moment longer before collapsing against the polar bear, panting and shivering with pleasure. He squirmed in Sanderson's arms, legs sliding back and forth, tail tip twitching, inadvertently rubbing his thick pelt back and forth, back and forth, across the ursine's throbbing erection.

The bear pressed his lips to Caleb's ear and the cat shuddered as his tongue teased them. But then:

"Sleep."

The cat went limp, head lolling back across Sanderson's bicep. The bear stood and lowered the male down onto the couch. The movement didn't disturb the entranced feline. Sanderson moaned and reached for his cock as he stood over the panther, unable to help himself. His paw, still slick with the feline's spunk, slid wetly across his dripping tip, down his fat length, and by the time his wrist pressed against his thigh, he came. Thick streaks of ursine seed splattered the back of the couch, draped across Caleb's still body, white cum soaking into black fur. Sanderson grunted, legs trembling, knees shaking, as he massaged his cock, working a few more thick streams out of the fat tip. The feline didn't move a muscle.

Sanderson sat down heavily in his chair, cock half-hard, still drooling, and licked his hand clean, tasting his seed mixed with the panther's salty emissions. He closed his eyes, shuddering, and waited until his breathing slowed before speaking.

"Caleb... I'm going to wipe you with a towel," he said. "You won't remember any of what happened, none of the instructions I told you to forget, understand?" He swabbed the cat's belly clean, then his half-hard cock and sheath, leaving the slightly damp. "When I wake you up, you will dress yourself, go home and shower, and fall into a deep sleep. When you wake up, all of this will be nothing but a dream you can't recall."

The cat didn't stir as Sanderson got dressed and returned to his chair.

"All right, Caleb... I'm going to bring you out of your trance now. Do you remember what I told you to do?"

"Yes... Coach..."

The cat woke up in a daze. He dressed himself, hugged the polar bear, and left, a smile on his lips. Sanderson walked into the hallway to watch him go, cock already throbbing once more. He smiled, still tasting the male's seed on his tongue.

"Good boy."

* * *

Caleb's streak continued. The flood of calls turned into a deluge. The next game was a delirious, dizzying thing: cameras from the national sports network and local television stations came out to film the college's breakout star. Scouts and coaches nearly outnumbered the team's supporters, who packed the stadiums to see the newest soccer sensation. And through it all, Caleb stuck close to Sanderson, letting the coach handle the media. In fact, he only gave one short interview and cited Coach Sanderson as his inspiration when asked how he'd got so good. Besides that, Sanderson kept him out of the lights, preferring to let the panther show his stuff on the field.

The game was a blowout. Caleb scored a record-shattering six goals and an assist, an amazing long cross that landed at his stunned teammate's feet. In fact, the pass was so good the goalkeeper just stared as the ball flew over his head into the corner of the net - the easiest goal he'd ever made, thanks to Caleb, the player later told reporters.

When Caleb returned to his dorm, he was mobbed by reporters, fans, and friends. The panther partied into the night, enjoying the victory with his teammates. Sanderson, for his part, gave interviews well into the night, humbly suggesting it was not his own doing, but merely Caleb's work ethic and natural talent.

"But surely, Coach Sanderson, there must be something to your methods? Besides Caleb, your team has had a record number of shut-out games," one reporter called out.

"The team is playing fantastic because they're enjoying their soccer," Sanderson said, shrugging. A smile played on his lips which he tried - and failed - to suppress. "The other coaches and I just do our best to make sure they are able to play at their best, is all. When you've got a star like Caleb on your side, it really energizes everyone to give it their all. Danny scored an amazing goal off Caleb's assist and our defense has never been better."

The questions continued, until Sanderson held up his paws to calm the din.

"Please! Just remember, we're just a small college team doing our best. Let's not let this get out of proportion! Whatever Caleb decides to do after college, I'm sure we can all agree, is completely up to him. The whole team is behind him no matter what he decides."

The press conference disbanded and Sanderson retreated to his office. He slumped onto his couch and inhaled Caleb's familiar scent, now deeply ingrained in the fibers of the furniture. He smiled, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

He dreamed of black fur, red cocks, and white teeth.

* * *

Six months later...

"I'm pleased to announce the Minneapolis Auroras have signed Caleb Gerrard to a three-year contract after picking him in the first round of the major league draft."

A tall cheetah in an expensive black suit stood behind a podium. The president of the soccer club presented a jersey to a familiar black panther, who smiled and waved as the crowd cheered and the flashes of hundreds of cameras went off at once.

The pre-taped scene played again as announcers spoke over the top of it, extolling the virtues of the talented player. The scene cut to the two sitting in chairs behind a desk.

Coach Sanderson smiled as he watched the television, listening with half an ear to the analyst's discussion of Caleb's ability.

"They're talking about you," he whispered.

The black panther kneeling in front of him gurgled in reply as his throat massaged the polar bear's thick length. His messy, cum-soaked rump wiggled side to side as he hungrily swallowed. His paws kneaded Sanderson's powerful thighs as the fit, muscular panther enthusiastically bobbed his head back and forth.

The polar bear groaned and pumped his hips, holding the back of Caleb's head in his paws, grinding his shaft deep with each powerful thrust. The panther closed his eyes, nostrils flaring to get air when he could, until Sanderson let out a deep rumbling moan and hunched over. Caleb's purrs stopped as his throat swallowed furiously. Streams of white seed flowed over his black lips as his muzzle flooded. His tail weaved back and forth, lifted high, submissively, as the bear kept his warm, thick tip planted deep in the back of his muzzle.

"Good boy," Sanderson groaned, pulling back a little ways. "You know what to do."

A rough, red feline tongue slid teasingly up the still-erect shaft, cleaning every last drop of precious seed that pulsed from the throbbing crown. Caleb purred and licked his lips, paws going to knead Sanderson's heavy nuts.

"I'm glad you convinced the Auroras to bring me in as your personal trainer," Sanderson said. "It'll be nice having your manager so near at hand, won't it?"

The feline nodded, though he was obviously more interested in the polar bear's thick cock, heavy balls, and hard belly than anything the big male was saying.

"Turn around, kitty, and show me that ass," Sanderson grunted. He dropped to his knees as Caleb did as he was told, keeping his tail hiked up.

The black panther groaned with unabashed lust when Sanderson's meaty cock slid between his cheeks, grinding across his tight pucker, already loose and dribbling seed from the earlier pounding.

"Are you going to practice hard tomorrow?" Sanderson asked, reaching down with both paws to grip Caleb's powerful, lithe hips.

"Yes," he said, his voice no more than a faint gasp as Sanderson pulled his cheeks apart.

"And are you going to earn a starting position?"

"Yes," Caleb said, voice rising higher as the bear's thick tip pressed forward.

"And are you going to score on your debut?"

"Oh, God, yes!"

The panther's voice rose in volume and pitch as Coach Sanderson sunk into his rump, sliding his thickness deep into the cat's body. The polar bear smiled, lips spreading to show his sharp smile, as he ground in hard. His cock throbbed as he pulled back and then lurched forward, shoving Caleb down onto his chest. His big white-furred paws reached out, groping at the panther's muscular backside. Caleb was ripped, physically enhanced after months of hard training and proper eating, and Sanderson loved feeling his body twist and squirm under his paws and chest. The feline's muzzle pushed into a pillow, muffling his urgent moans, and his claws shredded the bedspread as the bear's thickness spread him open for the fourth time that night.

"Good boy!"

The End