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This story's kink was \"tranny boy\". \n\nHope you enjoy it ya fucking perverts and deviants. \n\nRemember, money buys you smut and me food. Donate. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A sponsored story, as a squeal to The Gene Pool.

If you want to sponsor a story, donate at least $25 on my Ko-fi and comment with what kink you want below. This story's kink was "tranny boy".

Hope you enjoy it ya fucking perverts and deviants.

Remember, money buys you smut and me food. Donate. ", "writing": "Finn stood outside the locker room of his new school, the dreaded moment finally at hand. \n\nGym class. \n\nIt wasn't that he disliked gym class. In fact, it was one of the Dalmatian's favorite classes. What could be better than a class where you just played games and never had homework?\n\nThis year was different though. For the 13 year old Dalmatian, this was the first school he'd gone to that requires the kids to shower after class. \n\nA problem made infinitely more awkward by the fact he hadn't been born a boy. \n\nHe'd known he wasn't a girl before he'd even started kindergarten. His cousin would play games with him but he always found them weird or boring. They'd touch each other's cookies but he wasn't a fan of it. It felt wrong, somehow. When he finally got his first look at his dad's junk one awkward early morning when he caught the older Dalmatian showering, he knew what it was he was missing. \n\nSo he'd told his parents and they'd supported him. His cousin had as well, growing up together and going to class together. It wasn't until last summer when something had happened to his cousin at the local pool that Finn found himself whisked away to a new school while she'd been taken to something called therapy. \n\nStanding outside the locker room, Finn gripped the straps of his backpack harder. His own cookie was grinding against his underwear uncomfortably as his heat reminded him of his genital mismatch. He'd debated staying home from school but there was no way he was missing the first day. \n\nHe finally swallowed his fear and bravely walked inside just as the bell started. The inside was dated, not having been remodeled since probably before the current gym teacher was his age. Old lockers that had been painted over and over and over made neat rows with long benches set into the floor between them. The rest of the boys in his class were already getting changed as the gym teacher, a huge and muscular Labrador, started naming names for attendance.\n\n\"Quaker, Billy.\"\n\n\"Here!\"\n\n\"Rucker, Blake.\"\n\n\"Present!\"\n\n\"Seeder, Finn.\"\n\nPutting his things into an empty locker, Finn leaned around the corner and waved. \"Here!\"\n\nThe Labrador looked over and looked shocked for a moment, a look of confusion that turned into a delighted grin. He then continued to rattle off names until the list was done. \"Alright boys, listen up. I'm Coach Breaker. If that name sounds imposing then it should be. I pride myself on turning boys into men and making each of you a prime example of your species. The world is weak and you boys need to become the alpha males that whip it into shape. That means pushing you to your limits until those limits break and you move past them. Each day will start with laps, ten of them, around the track outside. After laps, we will be practicing the seasonal sport. This season is football. You'll each run drills to prepare you for tryouts for high school. I expect you to try.\"\n\nThe man pointed to an open doorway nearby. \"Those are the showers. After class, you'll each strip down and clean yourselves. Real men know the value of hygiene. If anyone has a problem with showering in public then you can suck it up and get over it. If you have any actual reasons you can't shower with the class then you can bring them up with my after laps.\"\n\nFinn swallowed hard, already hearing the boys whispering as the man talked about showers. His scent was getting stronger, that fertile musk wafting through the locker room as a few of the other boys started to sniff around for it. \n\nThe coach noticed too. His nose wrinkled as he breathed in slowly before his eyes settled on Finn. \"The rest of you get out to the track and wait. You, Mr. Seeder, are supposed to chat with me before class. You boys go on and head out to meet Miss Clayborn and the girls.\"\n\nAs the rest of the boys filed out, Finn couldn't help but notice the Labrador continuing to stare at him with a hungry sneer. The Dalmatian instinctively tucked his tail, remaining silent until everyone was out of the locker room except the two of them. \n\n\"So, um, what is the chat about coach?\" Finn asked as he watched the Labrador stalked slowly closer. \n\n\"Seems there's been a mix up in class scheduling.\" The man's nose flared as he smirked a fang-filled smirked. \"See, this is the boys locker room but you ain't no boy.\"\n\n\"Y… yes I am,\" Finn said, his eyes widening as he felt smaller and smaller the more the man approached. He hadn't even realized he'd been backing away until he hit the wall. \n\n\"Are you? Huh. Don't smell like it. Make you just stink of some bitch you were banging before class. How about you go shower and get that stink off of you?\" The man leaned down so his breath washed over Finn's face. \"Go on. Hit the showers.\"\n\n\"I-\"\n\n\"Now.\"\n\nFinn felt his knees tremble as the Labrador towered over him like a predator ready to devour him. He didn't want to obey the man but some deep instinct told him to do it anyway. \n\nThe Dalmatian pulled off his Tshirt, revealing the chest binder beneath it. The man arched a brow as he saw it and reached down to unhook it. \"What's this?\"\n\n\"It… it keeps my chest flat.\" Finn whimpered as his small breasts were freed, giving a relieved sigh as the barely b cup tits were now on display. His relief was short lived, however, as the man started to grope them. \"Please don't sir.\"\n\n\"Never met a boy with tits. You just keep stripping while I check these for ya.\" Coach Breaker gripped one firmly, his thumb rubbing the now stiff nipple as the Dalmatian reached down to awkwardly take off his shorts. Once that black, puffy spade was revealed, the man's smirk grew more wicked. \"Look at that. Looks like some little bitch lied to sneak into the boys locker room. What a fucking pervert you are kid.\"\n\n\"I… I'm a boy!\" Finn snapped back, wanting to move away but finding themselves pinned to the wall by the man. \n\n\"No, you're a girl plain as day. That little fuck hole of a cunt between your legs proves it. Didn't your parents teach you what that is?\" The man's eyes flashed with anger for a moment. \"Don't you know what you are?\"\n\n\"I. Am. A. Bo-\" Finn was interrupted by a painful fist to the face, sending him crumpling to his knees as blood gushed from his nose.\n\nThe Labrador growled as he reached down and grabbed Finn by the throat. \"Fuckin' tranny boy bullshit. You ungrateful little bitch! How dare you pretend to be a man.\" He hoisted the Dalmatian up in the air, squeezing hard enough to choke the kid. \"It's shit like you that's ruining this great country. Little girls who think they know better than God. Well, since your parents are too fucking stupid to teach you what's right I guess I'll do it.\" \n\nFinn dangled from the man's hand, choking for air that iron grip refused to allow. As the Labrador carried him towards the showers, he could do nothing but dangle. \n\n\"Good news is you ain't the first spotty bitch I had to break. Nah, I knocked up a bitch that looked just like you a couple months back. Guess I'll be making a matching pair.\" The Labrador snarled and violently threw Finn to the ground. \"Fuck, you tranny boys piss me off. I'm going to breed the dumbass out of you until you realize you're a girl. What's you're real name?\"\n\nFinn wheezed and looked up in terror. \"F… Finn.\" He yelped as the man kicked him in the stomach hard enough to lift him up in the air. \"Heather! It's Heather!\"\n\nThe Labrador smirked. \"Good girl, Heather.\" He made short work of stripping down, tossing his clothes on a bench before turning on the shower above the shaking Dalmatian. \"So here's what happens next. I'm going to fuck that fertile pussy and knock you up cause nature says you're ready to make puppies and you clearly need a real man to teach you what your purpose is. After that, we're going to fix your shit so you're in the girl's class from now on where you belong. If I hear you ever pretend you're a boy again, I'll snap your neck like a twig and drop your corpse in the middle of the woods. This world ain't got room for bitches that won't breed. Oh, and if you tell a damned soul about this private lesson? I'll snap everything but your neck before they ever find us.\"\n\nCoach Breaker reached down and lifted Finn up to stand. \"Alright, let's see if you're smart. What's your name?\"\n\nThe Dalmatian fought back a sob as he said, \"Heather.\"\n\n\"What are you?\"\n\nHeather's voice broke as she said, \"A girl.\"\n\n\"That's right.\" The man griped her chest firmly. \"What are these and what are they for?\"\n\n\"M… my breasts… and for nursing puppies?\"\n\nThe Labrador tugged her nips, making her yelp. \"They're also for men to play with. Your body is made for men to enjoy. It's just property. In your case, my property. I'm your boyfriend now so you're mine to do what I want with. Got that?\" He pinched his thumb claws into her nips hard. \n\nHeather whined and cried out. \"Yes! Yes, I get it!\"\n\nCoach Breaker let her nips go with a satisfied nod. He then reached down and cupped a massive hand between her legs. \"What's this?\"\n\n\"My cookie. I… it's for making puppies and for men?\" Heather sobbed, wanting to pull away but knowing his threats were real. As one of his fingers curled up into her, she whimpered and forced back a moan. \n\n\"That's a smart girl. Such a quick learner. You're going to breed today and have a puppy. Say thank you.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\" Heather felt her knees wanting to buckle as the man continued to finger her cookie. \"I… if I promise to be a good girl and never say I'm a boy will you please not breed me?\" She kept a hand against her nose, feeling the blood dripping down her fingers. \n\nThe Labrador pulled his hand from her mound and licked his fingers. \"Nature says it's your time to breed. You're in heat.\" He reached out and grabbed her ass, hoisting her up into the air. Keeping her back to the wall, he pressed the tip against her spade to wedge between her lips. \"You be a good girl. As an alpha male it's my job to help you. This is good for you.\"\n\nThen, without warning, he dropped her and let her weight push his cock inside. That pointed tip spread her virgin pussy, popping her hymen as the man hilted fully inside of her. As she opened her muzzle to scream from the pain, his hand gripped it shut like a vice to muffle her. \n\n\"Mmm there we go… no virgin girls here anymore. That's a good girl. This is your propose. This is why you exist. You're being a good girl.\" Coach Breaker leaned in, keeping her mouth shut as he started to rock and thrust into her without waiting for her to adjust. \n\nEvery thrust spread her cunt around his monstrous girth, her pussy gripping and stroking eagerly as her body welcomed that monster cock. A real man into her girl body. Every thrust drove him into her, bringing her pleasure that affirmed what he said. \n\nShe was always a girl. A breeder. His. \n\nHeather started to moan instead of cry, her eyes glazing as she was bounced along that shaft. The Labrador called her a good girl over and over, thanking her for giving him her virginity, telling her she made the right choice, telling her how beautiful she was. Making it all seem like this had been her idea. Her idea to cross dress and sneak in when she was in heat. All her idea. \n\n\"C… Coach…\" Heather moaned, looking up at him as she bounced her on his cock, his knot starting to stretch her spade. \"T… Thank you.\" She lulled her tongue out. \"I'm ready to have your puppies.\"\n\nWith a grunt from him and a yelp from her, that massive knot popped into her body as her spade gripped behind it. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, flooding her womb full of seed just like nature intended. \n\nThe man snorted and leaned in, kissing her deeply. \"Good girl. See, you always were a girl. Just had to get the stupid fucked out of you.\"\n\n\"Mmm, yes sir. I'm your good girl. Thank you for breeding me.\" Heather started to at him, her eyes distant and glazed as she spoke the words her body told her to say. \n\nSomewhere, deep in her mind, Finn screamed and sobbed as he felt his body being raped and violated.\n\nThen again, he'd never really existed at all, did he? She was a good girl. \n\nAlways a girl. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Finn stood outside the locker room of his new school, the dreaded moment finally at hand.

Gym class.

It wasn't that he disliked gym class. In fact, it was one of the Dalmatian's favorite classes. What could be better than a class where you just played games and never had homework?

This year was different though. For the 13 year old Dalmatian, this was the first school he'd gone to that requires the kids to shower after class.

A problem made infinitely more awkward by the fact he hadn't been born a boy.

He'd known he wasn't a girl before he'd even started kindergarten. His cousin would play games with him but he always found them weird or boring. They'd touch each other's cookies but he wasn't a fan of it. It felt wrong, somehow. When he finally got his first look at his dad's junk one awkward early morning when he caught the older Dalmatian showering, he knew what it was he was missing.

So he'd told his parents and they'd supported him. His cousin had as well, growing up together and going to class together. It wasn't until last summer when something had happened to his cousin at the local pool that Finn found himself whisked away to a new school while she'd been taken to something called therapy.

Standing outside the locker room, Finn gripped the straps of his backpack harder. His own cookie was grinding against his underwear uncomfortably as his heat reminded him of his genital mismatch. He'd debated staying home from school but there was no way he was missing the first day.

He finally swallowed his fear and bravely walked inside just as the bell started. The inside was dated, not having been remodeled since probably before the current gym teacher was his age. Old lockers that had been painted over and over and over made neat rows with long benches set into the floor between them. The rest of the boys in his class were already getting changed as the gym teacher, a huge and muscular Labrador, started naming names for attendance.

"Quaker, Billy."

"Here!"

"Rucker, Blake."

"Present!"

"Seeder, Finn."

Putting his things into an empty locker, Finn leaned around the corner and waved. "Here!"

The Labrador looked over and looked shocked for a moment, a look of confusion that turned into a delighted grin. He then continued to rattle off names until the list was done. "Alright boys, listen up. I'm Coach Breaker. If that name sounds imposing then it should be. I pride myself on turning boys into men and making each of you a prime example of your species. The world is weak and you boys need to become the alpha males that whip it into shape. That means pushing you to your limits until those limits break and you move past them. Each day will start with laps, ten of them, around the track outside. After laps, we will be practicing the seasonal sport. This season is football. You'll each run drills to prepare you for tryouts for high school. I expect you to try."

The man pointed to an open doorway nearby. "Those are the showers. After class, you'll each strip down and clean yourselves. Real men know the value of hygiene. If anyone has a problem with showering in public then you can suck it up and get over it. If you have any actual reasons you can't shower with the class then you can bring them up with my after laps."

Finn swallowed hard, already hearing the boys whispering as the man talked about showers. His scent was getting stronger, that fertile musk wafting through the locker room as a few of the other boys started to sniff around for it.

The coach noticed too. His nose wrinkled as he breathed in slowly before his eyes settled on Finn. "The rest of you get out to the track and wait. You, Mr. Seeder, are supposed to chat with me before class. You boys go on and head out to meet Miss Clayborn and the girls."

As the rest of the boys filed out, Finn couldn't help but notice the Labrador continuing to stare at him with a hungry sneer. The Dalmatian instinctively tucked his tail, remaining silent until everyone was out of the locker room except the two of them.

"So, um, what is the chat about coach?" Finn asked as he watched the Labrador stalked slowly closer.

"Seems there's been a mix up in class scheduling." The man's nose flared as he smirked a fang-filled smirked. "See, this is the boys locker room but you ain't no boy."

"Y… yes I am," Finn said, his eyes widening as he felt smaller and smaller the more the man approached. He hadn't even realized he'd been backing away until he hit the wall.

"Are you? Huh. Don't smell like it. Make you just stink of some bitch you were banging before class. How about you go shower and get that stink off of you?" The man leaned down so his breath washed over Finn's face. "Go on. Hit the showers."

"I-"

"Now."

Finn felt his knees tremble as the Labrador towered over him like a predator ready to devour him. He didn't want to obey the man but some deep instinct told him to do it anyway.

The Dalmatian pulled off his Tshirt, revealing the chest binder beneath it. The man arched a brow as he saw it and reached down to unhook it. "What's this?"

"It… it keeps my chest flat." Finn whimpered as his small breasts were freed, giving a relieved sigh as the barely b cup tits were now on display. His relief was short lived, however, as the man started to grope them. "Please don't sir."

"Never met a boy with tits. You just keep stripping while I check these for ya." Coach Breaker gripped one firmly, his thumb rubbing the now stiff nipple as the Dalmatian reached down to awkwardly take off his shorts. Once that black, puffy spade was revealed, the man's smirk grew more wicked. "Look at that. Looks like some little bitch lied to sneak into the boys locker room. What a fucking pervert you are kid."

"I… I'm a boy!" Finn snapped back, wanting to move away but finding themselves pinned to the wall by the man.

"No, you're a girl plain as day. That little fuck hole of a cunt between your legs proves it. Didn't your parents teach you what that is?" The man's eyes flashed with anger for a moment. "Don't you know what you are?"

"I. Am. A. Bo-" Finn was interrupted by a painful fist to the face, sending him crumpling to his knees as blood gushed from his nose.

The Labrador growled as he reached down and grabbed Finn by the throat. "Fuckin' tranny boy bullshit. You ungrateful little bitch! How dare you pretend to be a man." He hoisted the Dalmatian up in the air, squeezing hard enough to choke the kid. "It's shit like you that's ruining this great country. Little girls who think they know better than God. Well, since your parents are too fucking stupid to teach you what's right I guess I'll do it."

Finn dangled from the man's hand, choking for air that iron grip refused to allow. As the Labrador carried him towards the showers, he could do nothing but dangle.

"Good news is you ain't the first spotty bitch I had to break. Nah, I knocked up a bitch that looked just like you a couple months back. Guess I'll be making a matching pair." The Labrador snarled and violently threw Finn to the ground. "Fuck, you tranny boys piss me off. I'm going to breed the dumbass out of you until you realize you're a girl. What's you're real name?"

Finn wheezed and looked up in terror. "F… Finn." He yelped as the man kicked him in the stomach hard enough to lift him up in the air. "Heather! It's Heather!"

The Labrador smirked. "Good girl, Heather." He made short work of stripping down, tossing his clothes on a bench before turning on the shower above the shaking Dalmatian. "So here's what happens next. I'm going to fuck that fertile pussy and knock you up cause nature says you're ready to make puppies and you clearly need a real man to teach you what your purpose is. After that, we're going to fix your shit so you're in the girl's class from now on where you belong. If I hear you ever pretend you're a boy again, I'll snap your neck like a twig and drop your corpse in the middle of the woods. This world ain't got room for bitches that won't breed. Oh, and if you tell a damned soul about this private lesson? I'll snap everything but your neck before they ever find us."

Coach Breaker reached down and lifted Finn up to stand. "Alright, let's see if you're smart. What's your name?"

The Dalmatian fought back a sob as he said, "Heather."

"What are you?"

Heather's voice broke as she said, "A girl."

"That's right." The man griped her chest firmly. "What are these and what are they for?"

"M… my breasts… and for nursing puppies?"

The Labrador tugged her nips, making her yelp. "They're also for men to play with. Your body is made for men to enjoy. It's just property. In your case, my property. I'm your boyfriend now so you're mine to do what I want with. Got that?" He pinched his thumb claws into her nips hard.

Heather whined and cried out. "Yes! Yes, I get it!"

Coach Breaker let her nips go with a satisfied nod. He then reached down and cupped a massive hand between her legs. "What's this?"

"My cookie. I… it's for making puppies and for men?" Heather sobbed, wanting to pull away but knowing his threats were real. As one of his fingers curled up into her, she whimpered and forced back a moan.

"That's a smart girl. Such a quick learner. You're going to breed today and have a puppy. Say thank you."

"Thank you." Heather felt her knees wanting to buckle as the man continued to finger her cookie. "I… if I promise to be a good girl and never say I'm a boy will you please not breed me?" She kept a hand against her nose, feeling the blood dripping down her fingers.

The Labrador pulled his hand from her mound and licked his fingers. "Nature says it's your time to breed. You're in heat." He reached out and grabbed her ass, hoisting her up into the air. Keeping her back to the wall, he pressed the tip against her spade to wedge between her lips. "You be a good girl. As an alpha male it's my job to help you. This is good for you."

Then, without warning, he dropped her and let her weight push his cock inside. That pointed tip spread her virgin pussy, popping her hymen as the man hilted fully inside of her. As she opened her muzzle to scream from the pain, his hand gripped it shut like a vice to muffle her.

"Mmm there we go… no virgin girls here anymore. That's a good girl. This is your propose. This is why you exist. You're being a good girl." Coach Breaker leaned in, keeping her mouth shut as he started to rock and thrust into her without waiting for her to adjust.

Every thrust spread her cunt around his monstrous girth, her pussy gripping and stroking eagerly as her body welcomed that monster cock. A real man into her girl body. Every thrust drove him into her, bringing her pleasure that affirmed what he said.

She was always a girl. A breeder. His.

Heather started to moan instead of cry, her eyes glazing as she was bounced along that shaft. The Labrador called her a good girl over and over, thanking her for giving him her virginity, telling her she made the right choice, telling her how beautiful she was. Making it all seem like this had been her idea. Her idea to cross dress and sneak in when she was in heat. All her idea.

"C… Coach…" Heather moaned, looking up at him as she bounced her on his cock, his knot starting to stretch her spade. "T… Thank you." She lulled her tongue out. "I'm ready to have your puppies."

With a grunt from him and a yelp from her, that massive knot popped into her body as her spade gripped behind it. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, flooding her womb full of seed just like nature intended.

The man snorted and leaned in, kissing her deeply. "Good girl. See, you always were a girl. Just had to get the stupid fucked out of you."

"Mmm, yes sir. I'm your good girl. Thank you for breeding me." Heather started to at him, her eyes distant and glazed as she spoke the words her body told her to say.

Somewhere, deep in her mind, Finn screamed and sobbed as he felt his body being raped and violated.

Then again, he'd never really existed at all, did he? She was a good girl.

Always a girl.

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