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Perils of Pride for Sanmer by Draconicon

Butch shook his head at the black cat. Seth had always been a pain in his ass. Not because of grades, or any sort of class disruptions. Nor was it because of any issues with his work, or with his attitude in class, or because he was a bad athlete in gym.

No, it was because he was out as gay, and the bear hated that.

"You aren't going to pull this in my classroom any more, Seth. If I see you acting gay again -"

"And what the heck is acting gay, Coach Dreyer?"

"Bringing crap like THIS to school, for one!"

He pulled out the whole reason he'd kept the cat behind after class today. It was a black strap-on sheath that people could wear over their cocks, something that could extend them or...well, he didn't know. The bear just knew that it was some sort of gay thing, and he wouldn't tolerate having any of that in this school.

He threw the 'toy' into the garbage can in the corner of his office, and then pointed out the door.

"You get out of here, and I won't go telling the principal what you've been doing. You try this again, faggot, and I'm going to make your life hell for the rest of the year."

"Not sure you could do worse than now..."

"Out!"

The black cat left, leaving the bear alone in the office. He slumped back in his chair, shaking his head a few times as he thought about how the world was going to hell in a handbasket. All those fags, prancing around like they had the right to be in the same room with decent people. To be in the same building, for that matter. It was like they had forgotten their place.

The bear snorted under his breath. If it were up to him, Seth and all those fairy friends of his would be expelled tomorrow, but thanks to that bleeding-heart liberal of a teacher, they were able to attend. Since when did anyone actually care about all those 'equal rights' laws that were out there? They were nothing but lip-service to the liberal agenda, and the gay one, too, as far as he was concerned.

"Well, nobody's gonna be pulling that shit in my gym, that's for damn sure."

He turned back to the computer, looking up some of the lessons for tomorrow. Butch already knew that he'd have to work some of the lessons around, make sure that the fags were kept away from the real men. No way was he getting the sports teams contaminated with those fuckers. He didn't think that it'd spread if they showered together, but he wasn't going to chance it. No gays on his teams.

As he worked, he couldn't help but occasionally glance down at his web browser. It was always a temptation to boot it up and look through some 'other' stuff while he was working, but usually he ignored it. Today, though...

"Guess I could blow off some steam."

Clicking on the little icon of a fox on fire, the bear reached down to his pants and unbuttoned them. One of his bookmarked porn sites was already loading up, and he smiled at the sight of a busty polar bear lady getting slammed by a grizzly. His hand was already down on his cock, two fingers rubbing up and down the shaft.

Almost immediately, his mood began to lift, but he couldn't quite shake a feeling of inadequacy. The sight of the big grizzly bear on the screen, with his massive cock, was arousing enough, yeah, but...

He looked down at his own cock. Having only four inches and being his size wasn't particularly great. Using two fingers was more than enough to satisfy him most of the time, and it was a sad reminder of his size whenever he was in the locker room while the teams were showering. Almost everyone was bigger than him.

Except the fags, he thought. There's no way that they're bigger.

In fact, it was one of his primary measuring tools. The real men had big dicks, while the fags had little, itty-bitty things. He was convinced he was right, even if there was no science behind it. And if it made a fag feel bad, all the better.

Still...

He looked over at the garbage can, seeing the edge of that fucking toy sticking over it still. The black shaft would make him look quite a bit bigger. And he could take it off anytime; it wasn't like he was taking something under his tail, like one of those pillow-biting fairies, after all. He was just waiting something that would make him look a little bit bigger.

The bear thought about it for a bit longer, looking back at the screen and the bears fucking on it. He finally sighed, getting to his feet and walking over to the garbage can. He rooted around for a few seconds before grabbing the end that didn't look like a cock, and pulled it out. Making sure that no one could look in on him through the door window or the bigger one in front of his desk, Butch shook out the little bit of paper that still stuck to it before pulling his pants down to his ankles.

"Okay...this isn't gay. This isn't gay."

He kept telling himself that as he worked out how the extender was supposed to function. The thing wasn't like a simple tube, but had two holes in it, then the tube he was pretty sure his cock was supposed to slip into. It took him almost three minutes to figure out it was for his balls, and he felt a bit more proud of figuring that out than he probably should.

As the bear slipped his erection down the main tube, pulling the elastic rings around his balls, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was something wrong. He'd just taken it away from the fag, hadn't he? What if he'd used it?

The thought was nearly enough to get him to pull out, but Butch had been waiting for something like this for too long. He wasn't going to back out now. So he pushed his way in, and let the elastic tighten as much as he could. Almost immediately, he felt like he was getting stiffer and harder, and when he looked down, it was easy to fool himself into thinking that he actually had a bigger cock, and it wasn't just a plastic extension. It easily doubled his length, maybe even more.

As he reached down to touch himself, he paused with his fingers a few inches from his cock, a strangely powerful scent reaching his nose. The bear pulled his hand away, turning his head back to sniff at the air. It was salty, almost musty in a way, but not quite. He kept sniffing, and sniffing.

It took him about five minutes to realize that it was coming from his underwear. Kicking them off, the coach reached down and pulled them to his nose. He gave them a sniff, and promptly collapsed into his chair, groaning and moaning at the scent.

What...what the fuck?!

As he collected himself, he looked down at the underwear in his hand. Even from that distance, he could smell his own pre in the front of it, his own musk. It was like it had turned into some sort of magnet, as his arm started rising up to his face again. It was so inexorable that he had to reach down and grab his wrist to stop it. He blushed as he did, trying to drop it, but it was too tightly gripped for it to fall to the ground.

Eventually, he had to rip it apart, and finally his hand let go. Pulling his pants up - and taking a moment to admire his new bulge - Butch thought about what had just happened.

"That fag...he must have done something. I gotta find him fast."

The bear leaped out the door -

"GAH!"

And almost immediately fell back against it, as he was overwhelmed with the stench of sweat and musk and the general odor of hard-working men. The smell immediately made his cock throb inside of the extender, and he swore that he was starting to drip in it. The sensation was so alien, but so sexy at the same time. Butch shook his head, even as he felt himself start panting, and shakily took a step into the locker room. Then another. And another.

He was halfway to the door when something came flying out from nowhere. It was a white blur and smacked him in the side of the face. The coach grunted as it smacked into him, and he reached up to grab it, only for the smell of pre to slip into his nose again.

"Wha..."

The bear looked at the white thing in his hand, and he went wide-eyed as he realized that it was a jockstrap. His hand moved before he could stop it, and it pressed against his face, forcing him to sniff at the musky front of it. Butch shook his head, but it was no use. Almost immediately, his mind was flooded with the potent musk, and his cock started twitching and jerking in his pants, oozing pre like a faucet would leak water.

"Look at you, coach. Do you really think that you'd get to keep up your anti-gay agenda?"

That voice...he looked past the jockstrap that was pressed to his face, seeing Seth and a number of others walking towards him. The black cat looked almost annoyed at what he saw, and Butch...

Butch couldn't think. The musk was too strong, and it was like it was all he needed. He panted, his mouth hanging open, and the bear only then realized that his pants were open and his free hand was running up and down the extender on his cock. It was hot, he thought; hotter than it should be, and...was there some sort of glow?

He didn't know, and as the athletes around him started pulling their pants down, exposing their cocks and making the smell of musk in the air that much stronger, he didn't care. Particularly as Seth stepped forward, the black cat pulling out his own cock and giving it a few strokes. The bear stared up at him dumbly, unable to do anything but listen and stroke, listen and stroke.

"You know I'm gay, but let me introduce some of the others. Stan, the star of the football team. Henry, best volleyball player in the state. Violet -"

"Van, Seth! I told you, I'm Van now."

"Right, Van. Sorry, forgot about the transition." Seth looked down at the bear again. "All of these guys are stars. And they're all gay."

The bear looked around at all the other men, each one with a bigger cock than he had, even with the extender. They were all...gay? They were all...

"And they're all going to fuck you, after I've had my turn. And you'll love it, after all the time that you've had with that 'faggot' toy that I see you're wearing."

Butch just stared at the cat without recognition, and Seth sighed.

"Fine. I'll just show you."

Butch barely realized that there was a hand on the back of his head before it pushed him forward. He didn't realize that a cock was in his mouth until he felt it oozing pre over his tongue. He didn't realize that he was being made to jerk off pairs of cocks until he felt them throbbing in his hands.

And then he just stopped realizing things in general. He had cock, cum, and musk. What else did he need? Not thoughts, certainly.

The End