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“You boys did real good this time around. Might just start making our comeback tomorrow if y’all keep it up. I’m sure of it.”

A band of high school seniors cheered at their coach’s inspiring words, taking the time to bring their arms in for a quick team huddle only to break it away after a few seconds of silence.

“Y’all calm down! I ain’t even sent ya to your lockers to clean up.” The players settled down, returning to a knee before their coach, who stood up straight to show off his silverback gorilla stature to them. His shirt was soaked in sweat from being out in this summer heat, but he ignored his perspiration to keep delivering his words. “Now I’m gonna be waiting on your test scores tomorrow, so y’all better get to hoping none of you fail or you’ll be benched at tomorrow’s game. Understood?”

““Yes coach!””

“I can’t hear you!”

“”Yes coach!””

“I! Said! I! Can’t! Hear! You!”

“”YES COACH!””

“Now get your smelly asses in the shower and don’t come out til I smell fruity feet leaving this field.” The crowd of boys dispersed right away, the gorilla eyeing them all departing from the scene with a smile that quickly faded to a sneer once they were far enough. Pumping their empty heads full of hot air was the only way he didn’t hear from their parents that he wasn’t being an actual coach, and no amount of convincing them all to actually help them learn at home was like talking to the Great Wall of China. They just didn’t want to hear that their “stars” weren’t pulling up in their academics to keep playing and they were really limiting his options to let them go on without a shred of education.

He was yanked out of his thoughts when one of the boys-the running back with about as much coordination in his hands and eyes as a fly surrounded by heaps of trash-peeked his head out of the locker room door and shouted to him.

“Yo, Coach Roy! Principal wants to see ya A.S.A.P.”

The gorilla cursed under his breath and started making his way over. “Tell her I’m coming!” The second that door shut, he added another bit. “Damn bitch…”

Coach Roy didn’t know how the boys would take being unable to play as a collective rather than just having a few key folks out of the running because their grades were slacking, so he was doing everything in his power to prevent them from going on a riot. As dumb as they all were, they were shaping up to be the generation of wolves, rhinos, bears, stallions, cheetahs and lions that got a boost to their testosterone levels at puberty and grew into young muscleheads. They looked like an army crowding around in the locker room once Roy got inside, watching them shed their football gear and get naked for showers. They were horsing around-and pun intended since one of the horses was indeed in on the fun-but the gorilla did his best not to chew any of them out as he walked straight to his office.

Inside was a poodle dressed in a business get-up, really trying to sell to anyone who didn’t know of her position that she worked for top-of-the-line companies and could shower anyone with power if she chose to. But Roy never fell for her ploys, and her glaring at his arrival proved that she didn’t like that none of her tricks worked on his hide.

“So how do you want me to break it to your cavalry of jocks that none of them passed their finals?” Her words hit like a knife, but Roy’s had it sliced and diced by so many bad news meetings in the past that all it did was dent itself trying to break his heart.

“You don’t. You tell your teachers to curve them so this school still has one appealing thing to watch before everyone forgets we exist as a whole.” The gorilla’s demands were met with a laugh, a laugh that made him want to punch those nubbish teeth in for days on end.

“How cute, to think you’d actually stoop so low. Anyway, no. You’ve done little to keep convincing me to do so and you’ve been ducking opportunities to keep me in your good books with your empty threats towards me and your fellow staff. You’ve run out of last chances, Mr. Roy. Your boys are through.”

The gorilla bared his teeth, standing up straight and showing off just how much taller he was than the well-dressed and stern canine before him.

“Listen here bitch-”

“Oooh, I’m hurt!”

“-I’m not giving up on these boys, and I’m damn sure not about to let you ruin this shit for me. So unless you got something better to do than buy you some new glasses, I suggest you try not making me angry?”

“Or what?” The two of them were creating so much tension that a knife would have eroded from the pressure coming off the two of them. It was a common conflict of powers for a sports coach and an academic enforcer of policies, but these two put the “Bat” in “battle” when they were raring to go.

“Or someone important will know where you’ve been getting your dues to get by.” The poodle, who looked ready to stamp the gorilla’s feet with her sharp high heels, was startled out of her glare but tried to recover before it looked like his words fazed her. “Don’t hide it now, bitch. I been knew about your little sugar daddies.”

“You best hold your tongue or your boys will know why you always leave last when practice is over.”

“Like they’d be smart enough to remember for five minutes.”

The poodle was defeated, snarling and stepping away from the confrontation to calm herself. She hated that he was right-none of those boys out there whooping like they just won a championship had the mental capacity to remember anything important for all of an hour before something else erased it from their memories. And it made threatening to tell them anything about their coach just about impossible.

“Okay...Mr. Roy. But…” The gorilla saved his victory dance for after she was done, so she was free to continue. “You don’t toy with me to get in my good books. You toy with my son.”

Roy felt himself growling in frustration, feeling a stir between his legs that he wished didn’t happen. “Your kid needs blood thinners, dammit....”

“Ooooh, scared that he might make the great Coach Roy’s true colors come out? I thought you were a gorilla, not a chimp.” The poodle’s bravado was back, being met with an angry face that looked ready to commit murder. But unfortunately, she set the criteria to get her to make those arrogant teachers at her disposal quit trying to flunk those boys and he had to accept that.

“....Fine.”

“8 o’clock, my house. No later or I’ll tell my son not to expect you. Make sure you record it so I know my boy actually got busy with you. If you do well enough, I might even let you borrow his dirty laundry like the old pervert you are.”

Coach Roy held his tongue, looking away from her smirk before the poodle straightened up her stature and headed for the door. Before she left, she made sure to leave one last thing.

“Oh, and if he complains about blue balls in the morning, I’ll tell my ladies to post your boys’ transcripts online so they’ll never get into college.”

Roy turned back to her, eyes in shock. “You would-”

“Toodles~!” She shut the door on him, just in time for his office chair for guests to come crashing into its surface and landing in a heap.

“That bitch…” He hated her. Mrs. Crompie was like the annoying sidekick of every superhero story that kept whining about not having any limelight-bossy and trying too hard to seem powerful when they were clearly outclassed. But Roy was well aware of the cards she had in her hand that beat his, and he had to...accept that….

He just hoped the boy hadn’t been trying to savor his nut for anything.

With her departure came the silence of the locker room outside and Coach Roy made his exit from his office to find that all the boys were gone. No one was at their lockers, no one was hanging around the door looking to leave but talking to their friends, and there was no stragglers lingering in the showers trying to take advantage of all the space while they weren’t being teased by their fellows. Roy snorted, feeling the heat left behind by all of them clowning around, before he checked the lockers for any leftovers.

He found jocks stained from a hard day’s practice, swimsuits that had been meant to show off dicks and the rare thong that some of the bears tried to hide. He took them all, went into his office in a hurry, locking the door behind him, and piled the collection up on his desk…

Before dropping into them face-first and stuffing his hand into his shorts.

Roy whiffed it all in; sweaty ass, nearly unwashed dick and balls, and the pure scent of man in every piece. His hand was a flurry of movement in his shorts, making the front stain from the wetness he hid from view until he used his free hand to shove his shorts to the ground to let his hair-covered cunny out in the office air so he could pump deeper. He felt his pubes tickle his palms but he ignored them as the blasts of young men into his nostrils were making him splash juices all over the floor. And with a few more fingers to add into the mix, Roy was nearly fisting himself as he came. The air felt heavy around him as he let loose, making him go slack in the dirty clothes and allowing them all to smear their sweat into his face so he was marked.

The gorilla felt shame as he came down from his high, working with a lot of willpower to get out of the boys’ decency protectors and stepping away from the pool of slick at his feet. His legs were trembling, like he just got fucked by a ghost and left to deal with all of his orgasms while they didn’t even cum once.

When Roy’s rational mind kicked in, he scorned himself. He had the nerve to put his faith in the boys, give them all false hopes, mock them for their stupidity yet had the gall to finger himself to the smell of their junk and butts? Yes, yes he did.

The dumber they were, the more uncaring to their hygiene the boys got.

But he didn’t get to linger there and let himself get ready for another round of huffs, because he looked up to the clock hanging over his door and saw that it was seventeen minutes to 8. Shit. That damn poodle held him up from what he had planned to do had she not been there and now he had to rush to get decent before he was late. And Mrs. Crompie loved ignoring all of his excuses so she could have ammo to taunt him with whenever they got into it. Not this time…

He was gonna get these boys to have a name for themselves besides the Cavemen Lackies.

Roy dumped all the clothes he yoinked into the lost-and-found box behind his desk, knowing the boys would just forgot about them and put on new things tomorrow and allow the gorilla to have a reason to relax whether they win or lose tomorrow. He stormed out of the locker room, hightailing it across the field and letting the wind cool him down since he was still hot from his debate with Mrs. Crompie and his quick little session. He felt the lingering stench on his face billow around, so he knew once he got to her place he’d need to wash up or her son would ask too many questions.

Roy shoved his fat frame into his car, ignoring the need to pull his seat back and opting to just guess if his feet were in the right places by the pedals before he put his car in drive and headed for the streets. His ass felt wet and he knew it wasn’t sweat, but he ignored the cold and slimy feeling between his cheeks as he nearly broke speed limits rushing off towards Mrs. Crompie’s home.

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7:59 was lit on the gorilla’s watch as he tapped his foot at the poodle principal’s porch, making sure to besmirch her welcome mat with his foot grime so it wouldn’t look so inviting to whoever she drags into her home. At the crack of 8, the door opened after a round of doorbells and Mrs. Crompie was there. Gone was her school wear and in its place was a one-piece satin dress that made her look late for a ballroom shindig filled with old folks who line-danced and call themselves “groovy”.

“On time. Would have taken you to try and weasel your way into another excuse but I guess you do have a brain that isn’t just downstairs.” She glanced to his shorts, noticing the wet stain there immediately before looking up. “The boy’s upstairs in his room. His dinner’s in the microwave if he gets hungry and he’s not to watch horror or suspense if he doesn’t play his silly video games. Phone me for emergencies only ...and wash your face in the downstairs bathroom.” Mrs. Crompie shoved her way past Coach Roy, as if trying to hurry away from the pungent odor radiating off of his face, and made her way to her parked lambo’ in her driveway. Roy had to park next to her so he didn’t block her way and he felt a bit of relief course through him as she didn’t purposefully scratch his wheels on her way out.

He couldn’t afford a paint job to save his life with all the other problems his girl had sneaking up on her when he started saving up enough.

Anyway, he stepped inside since she left the door open for him and shut it behind him, making sure he got acquainted with her living room since this wasn’t his first time being here before heading off to the bathroom. One look at his face in the mirror proved that the poodle had very right to run with how matted down and wild he looked. He rinsed himself off with her soap just to make sure he didn’t smell like a hot sauna full of dudes that sit on people before coming back out. He saw a note on the table, coming to see that it was laid over a small camcorder.

“Use Me!

I’m So Simple A Monkey Can Make A Movie With Me!”

Roy ignored the subtle jab at him being a primate and just plucked it off the table, noting how small and fragile it looked in his big, gray hands. He found the on switch and the button that let people get their footage, so he figured that deducing how recording work wasn’t why she added that tidbit at the bottom. Nah, it’d be making sure her son didn’t see it that made this challenging.

The gorilla was driven out of his thoughts when he heard the aforementioned boy coming downstairs. He stuffed the note into his shorts and the camcorder in the other, just in time for them to make a hard left so they noticed him standing in the kitchen.

“Coach…” They just stared, not making much of a move besides blatantly looking between the gorilla’s face and his crotch. The two of them weren’t strangers by any means, mind you.

“Thomas….” Their standoff continued for a good minute before the maned wolf sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Listen, I dunno why you’re here or why my mom is gone, but something tells me you’re supposed to be my babysitter and I don’t like that. Just let me do my own thing, alright?” Roy didn’t respond, just holding his hands up defensively before letting them fall back to his side. “And don’t go thinking I won’t notice you trying to sneak into my pants either, Coach. The last four times I still didn’t understand what you were up to, but I got all of it down now.”

“Oh really?” This was something the gorilla had to hear, since Thomas was usually the reason why Mrs. Crompie hated when Roy’s football team’s stupidity was brought up against her.

“Yeah, I know why you always come in my bed when I’m trying to sleep or bug me when I’m gaming. But joke’s on you, I’m staying up all night and just watching movies. No distractions so you can’t sneak up on me.”

“Riiiiight…” Damn, was this kid really that dense? Sounded like that wolf boy who signed up for the team right in the middle of the season thinking tryouts were being held when he misread the bulletin.

“So if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna eat my dinner and you’re gonna do whatever it is you do as a coach until Mom gets home.” Thomas pushed past the gorilla and walked up to the microwave, removing the fork that had been left on the plate so he could give it a thirty-second warmup. Roy bit back a sigh, for the lad decided that he should wait for his meal bent over the countertop and it let the older man eye the wolf’s ass.

And of course, the balls that looked ready to tear out of his shorts if they got any bigger.

Roy didn’t need to see the real prize to know that it was probably back to that monstrous size that met him on that fateful night, feeling that wet stain in his own shorts grow bigger and darker and getting the gorilla to make his way to the couch. No point in going upstairs since the kid was down here and planned on staying here since his games were in his room, so Roy just took up as much space as his frame would allow before finding an armrest to lean on.

The TV was playing some boring cop procedural, Roy already feeling a yawn threaten to drain his energy until Thomas popped up from the other side of the couch with the remote. Steaming plate of assorted meats in hand, he smirked at the gorilla before flicking on a movie. Right away, the older man saw a naked human get slashed by some killer with a chainsaw and he glanced to the wolf.

“Thought you weren’t allowed to watch this stuff.”

“My mom’s not as smart as she claims. I haven’t been scared of a scary movie once in my life-I was only at a sleepover with my friend who claimed he rented the scariest thing to watch in the history of ever and it ended up being hot garbage so I faked a little shriek. His mom told mine and the rest is history. I’m fucking 20 and still not allowed to see slashers.”

Roy shrugged off the expletive in time to see the killer chasing down a gorilla that looked younger than he himself was, which unfortunately got Thomas looking over at him. “Hey, don’t get killed.”

“Black-furred folks always die in movies like this, kid. We make sure to tell people we don’t do scary movies, so every time we’re in one we’re doomed to die.” It’s true; the stereotype never died down even when humans weren’t the only ones walking the earth ready to make their life known to others, and it doesn’t seem to stop anytime soon.

“I’m just saying...I didn’t mean the movie.” This got Roy to glance over at the maned wolf, who just grinned and didn’t elaborate on what he was getting at. Eventually, the gorilla on-screen was stabbed and left in a heap of his own body parts and blood so Roy went back to looking bored. He heard Thomas bounce every once in a while, but otherwise he was stock still while he ate his food. Though along the end, Roy kept his eyes locked on the lupine to see if the movie did anything for him.

Only to see the young fella looking ready to slump over like he was drunk.

Roy didn’t even question why, just using the moment to walk over to Thomas and make him lay back so the gorilla could get him naked. He made sure the camcorder was out of his pocket on the table trained at his butt until he moved forward and let Thomas get in view. The wolf didn’t even fight him off, the relaxant that coursed through his veins keeping him in that goofy, swaying state while Roy freed the boy’s dick and balls.

That meaty log of virility was getting hard in the warm, living room air and sped up once Roy breathed on it, nuts starting to sag towards the floor once the gorilla made the drape over the cushion so he had room to sit down in the wolf’s lap. He tore his shorts open, for he knew taking them off would be useless in the future, and let that cock tip grace his black, hairy lips before they were spread open like a waiting embrace by its girth. The gorilla grit his teeth but kept going down until he met the base, his pussy having adapted to this size already to explain why he wasn’t screeching like a banshee from the forcible spread befalling his lips. Thomas moaned a bit, but it was so quiet that it didn’t even register in Roy’s ears as he grabbed the couch’s backrest and started riding.

He threw his hips down every time he pulled them up, making sure he brought that sheath back so the lad’s knot wasn’t hiding out from the fun so he could give it some stimulus while that cock was steadily brought to a hardness that could break stones if used right. Precum as warm as flat soda in the sun made itself at home inside of Roy’s cunny, making his velvelty walls shinier than they already were from the earlier wetness. The gorilla huffed once the effort started getting an ache of exhaustion from his hips but he pressed on, determined to make sure the camera fixated on the meeting of their hips caught every *shlap*, every wet slam and every *squelch* of noise that happened from the both of them shooting/squirting their arousal.

Roy didn’t bet on the wolf joining in on the fun with his own thrusts, though it did help get that knot knocking on those lips sooner than later. However, the gorilla’s pussy was thick enough for any job and without even much of a fight the knob of flesh slipped into those muscled depths and got coated in a warm rush of fluids before being allowed outside. The coach had to be careful, because while Thomas’ knot was an easy target to get him to start draining his nuts it was easy to squeeze it too hard and leave him whimpering and barking in pain. So every time he slid off of that knot, he did it slowly so it didn’t get pulled away from his crotch too far before cramming it back into his snatch to do it again.

This seemed to work a bunch and soon the camcorder caught the full howl of a maned wolf’s conquest, Roy going still so the lens caught every strong throb of those balls pumping pup batter into Roy’s bowl. None of it got in his womb, so he only had to deal with his cunny feeling a lot more weighed down until he felt the load stop and he could continue. His orders were to drain the boy, and while it hurt his pride to know that Mrs. Crompie was a genius in abusing the gorilla’s need for cocks as thick as his leg to satiate his hungry cunt, he knew he’d get more relief out of this than either of these tw-

“HEY!” A loud series of wall-shaking knocks befell the door, making Roy stop just as he was about to resume his ride. “TIKI, LET ME IN HERE!”

Tiki….? The gorilla was confused for a hot minute, only to remember that that was probably the poodle’s first name. He held back a snicker, just in time for the door to be busted open by whoever was knocking and him freezing as the intruder locked eyes on him immediately.

“What the FUCK are you doing on my son!?” Thomas’ dad had stormed in it seemed, and the older maned wolf was none too happy to see Coach Roy nearly ass-naked on the lad’s lap with his dick deep inside of them.

“Mr. Crompie...h-how’s it going…?”

“I ain’t no Mr. Crompie! I split from that bitch the minute she told me she got laid by some old wrinkle-dick with bigger bucks. You call me Sir.”

“I dunno about all that…” Roy wished he picked a better choice of words there, because the wolf’s glare was nothing compared to the growl he let out.

“So you expect me to just let you fuck my son while I’m standing here looking at you? Got news for you…!” The obviously drunk man somehow had the mental capability to remember to shut the door behind him and lock it, trapping the gorilla where he sat as they stomped over to him. “Only chances of you making it out of here is either in a bodybag or limping down the street…”

“I’m an inch from calling the cops on your sorry ass, so I suggest you try something else other than killin’ m-” Roy got shoved against the couch, hand being wrenched away from the landline he had been reaching for when he started making that threat, and feeling the older wolf loom over his backside.

“Listen, dumbfuck. Chances of th’ cops even getting here on time are th’ same you got for getting out of here intact. So I suggest you keep your ears open…” Their snarling voice didn’t faze Roy but the claws inches from grasping hard enough to stab him in the eye did so he was stock-still. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I heard about your breed. Hungry for boy dicks that’re long as people’s arms and tryna get knocked up. News flash, fatass. My boy got snip-snip’d after his dumbass knocked up his school teacher during a Rut and got expelled…”

Roy’s eyes went wide from beneath the older wolf’s hand, remembering hearing about that story in the news paper and seeing it come up on the news when he was checking the weather one day getting ready for work...The wolf noticed it and smirked.

“Yeah, you would be listening after that...But here’s something that’ll make you wet. His dick can’t knock ya up no matter how much ya wanna ride him...But mine can.”

The gorilla felt that grip tighten before he heard a fly being unzipped behind him and a hot weight *flop* onto his asscheek. This guy was even bigger than Thomas, and that knowledge made him squirt a bit on the boy’s lap. He held back a whimper as it got the boy’s dick squirting precum in him but he didn’t get to feel the warmth for long before he started getting his hips pulled back against his will and allowing Thomas’ cock to have a break from being completely smothered in gorilla cunny. That is, until the boy’s dad could be felt prodding around those lips.

“Now what’s this ...Oh, tryna record ya rapin’ my boy huh?” Roy had a feeling Mrs. Crompie was not betting on this guy’s arrival when she asked the gorilla to record the happenings in her house. “Well that’s too bad. All yer getting in’s my old ass fucking yer dirty little cun’hole….”

Roy didn’t even get a chance to respond, feeling those sharp fingers cram their way into his mouth just as the old wolf stuffed his pussy to its limit. Roy’s only taken two of Thomas’ size in his black box, but taking that and something bigger felt like he was a virgin in heat all over again. And the wolf didn’t even try being slow, sliding right past the tip of his son’s cock so that he could keep pressing deeper. And when Roy felt that cock tip poking at his womb, he knew that’d be the man’s end goal.

Though when they started thrusting with all the strength they could bother with, he had a feeling there was more end game to assume from them.

They went in hard, uncaring if Roy could handle it or not, and Thomas ended up joining in out of rhythm so it really turned into a struggle for the coach. He wished he did something sooner to prevent this, or made this less of a pain to deal with, but no. He was stuck between the boy he actually wanted and their old man who seemed to love hearing Roy groan from a deep thrust that had him smashing into that last wall. It was made worse when he popped those fingers out for a moment then stuck them back inside only for Roy to gag from the flavor on his tongue. Unwashed, what a flea bag.

“Oooooh fuck...damn, you freaks really be...h-having it made with pussies thick enough fer jobs like this….~” Roy thought that was the old man getting tired, but it was only to be the start of feeling them being aroused for a lone stream of precum went off and that was it. Thomas began to whine from below the action, stuck between the smothering belly of Roy and the soft couch, though him being somewhat awake got the old man to keep chatting.

“Hear that, fatass? Poor boy’s all out of it because of you and your thirsty little dick trap...can’t wait to put you off the streets with my pups…” Roy wanted to at least have a say in this, but he probably wouldn’t get a word out thanks to the old wolf’s ass staining his mouth and making him want to wash it out with soap and hand sanitizer at the same time. Least he wasn’t full-blast disgusting, because oh boy Roy wasn’t an ass-eater.

But from the sounds of those groans behind his head, it won’t matter what he ate for a living.

Thomas had enough energy for one feeble howl before the entire passage being filled by wolf dicks was flooded, giving the old man all the lube he needed to suddenly start cramming his dick against that hole. Roy was too busy being forced into an orgasm from the climaxing cock within him, so he could barely pay heed to the fact that Thomas’ dad was about to make his life a living hell for a month. And once that cervix was finally split open to let the bigger dick inside of the core it held, the gorilla felt something hot rush inside to fill the vacancy.

“Th-there they go, fatass….Take my f-f-fucking pups…!” The old man even had the nerve to keep thrusting, making Thomas grunt in his half-unconscious stupor from below as Roy’s stomach began to swell from the filling. He didn’t know this was what it felt like being knocked up by someone older...felt so disgusting to his mind.

“Unnff...yeah...think I gotta ‘nother round in me b’fore I head on out…” Roy didn’t like those words, nor when the old wolf pulled the coach off of Thomas’ dick so it was just the two of them. He saw the boy get slipped down to the floor and his own self being pinned down on the armrest until he felt that old, fuzzy hide remount him. The gorilla shook his head, too busy trying to silently spit out that flavor in his mouth, but the wolf didn’t listen. Roy did get his ass slapped hard enough to make his cheeks clenched up, which unfortunately got the maned wolf’s cock to spring up to life like a flag pole so it could get back inside of his black cunny.

This round, everything was faster with the new space allowed and Roy’s newly swollen gut swayed beneath him as he was pounded. His wrists were pinned, leaving him glad he wouldn’t be the victim of another mouth-stuffing while his pussy was battered down like a wet stack of hay. The old wolf liked seeing the gorilla helpless, and amped up the mood he was setting with a bite to the coach’s neck. His yell of pain was cut short when the teeth sunk in deeper into his skin, leaving him to choke on it while his womb was re-invaded.

“Mmmm ...Think this’ll be...a b-better pay than what that bitch owes me…” Money. That was why Roy was getting his belly stuffed with kids he didn’t want to have. Some greens that the old wolf could earn on his own but wanted from Mrs. Crompie. He went slack, letting the old wolf come to a rather blurry finish that left them tying into his cunt and squirting another flood into him. His stomach felt like it was at its limit, a sheen of red to show off just how far out he was being stretched in his midriff.

He was sad when he didn’t feel any squirt out when the old man yanked his way out.

“That’s enough outta me. If ya behave, I might even take some of them off your hands….Have fun fucking my boy...if you can even feel good fittin’ him anymore…” They laughed their way out of the door, slamming it shut and leaving Roy to pant. His gut was on the brink of popping, as his belly button showed in its comically distended state. He looked to the camcorder, both ecstatic that it was still recording and dejected that it was. This was supposed to be simple…

Now, he doesn’t even know if he’ll even get a word in when he has to explain.

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*PHWEEEEEP* The last play went out, Donovan taking to the left with Tony on the right. Ramon kept his gaze fleeting looking between them, seeing which one had less traffic before throwing it off just a bit off-center. Both of them converged for the middle, Tony getting blocked off and sent to the ground leaving Donovan to take the ball. The crowd cheered as he took off, cleeted feet pounding the ground as he put his all into making it to the end zone. He could hear the other team players huffing and growling as they chased him, but Donovan was a cheetah first and a cheater seventh.

And the crowd went wild as he front-flipped into the touchdown and popped off.

As the game’s ending reached its “good game” portion, Coach Roy slowly trudged behind his cavalry of boys. They all stunk, but it was the kind that promoted a good job being done so he ignored it for now. As he reached out to shake hands with the coach, they briefly touched his palm before slyly bringing their hand to his ass-seeing as it was sticking outwards behind him from his posture.

“Nice cheeks, fatty.” The stag was quick to walk off so it wasn’t awkward, leaving the gorilla to snort while he moved along. He was just proud that he got the game going and the boys into the big leagues, because he knew for a fact that had he not he’d be on the run for murdering Mrs. Crompie. Now….

Wonder how many favors he had to pull to make sure they got through playoffs before he ended up being a full house of random folks’ kids?