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What a game - and I scored a last minute goal to win! Floki remembered with a smile. The little fox was exhausted, and still panting, even having had extra time to recover as Coach kept him for a post-match debriefing and a spot of well-deserved praise. When he had finally got back to the locker room, the other boys had already dressed and gone. It was no big deal to him - he usually caught the bus home alone anyway, as the only boy on the team headed for the town orphanage.
The fox got his fresh jumper from his locker, pressing it to his nose to enjoy the smell, and lifted off his sweaty, muddy shirt, tossing into the pile with the rest. He sat on the bench opposite the row of lockers, bending down to remove his boots. After that, his shorts and jock strap followed, his sat bum squirming as he pushed them down his slender sock-covered legs. He was practically naked now, and squeaked as the locker room door opened, and Coach entered. He was a tall, athletic grey wolf, wearing a muscle-hugging referee shirt and a whistle, chugging a thick pink shake as he entered, before throwing the empty tumbler into the open kit bag on the floor. He approached the cub with a curious smile.
"Oh... h-hey Coach..." Floki smiled, blushing with his little paws covering his privates. His blushing intensified as Coach came strangely right upon him, then kneeled down in front.
"Good game today, kiddo!" He winked into Floki's emerald eyes, his paw gently rubbing the boy's smooth thigh.
"I... umm... thanks..."
The adult winked again.
"Knees up kiddo, let me see that ass of yours," he said suddenly, almost jovial until his voice took a darker tone, now the words slithered cold and smooth like his muzzle housed a viper. "You struggle... you thrash... you so much as make a peep... and you're off the team permanently. Get it kid?" He added menacingly before the child could protest.
Floki was struck dumb with shock, but nodded quickly, his heart pounding, his fearful wide gaze welling with tears, searching for a sliver of mercy in the wolf's burning ambers, but finding only animalistic lust and hunger. The boy gasped when the adult's strong paws gripped his ankles, lifting them and levering the knees high up to the cub's chin, the pull gradually spreading the soft cheeks of his little bum and revealing a cute little dangling pouch, and a tiny pink pucker, quivering right before wanton eyes.
"Fuck, that's a nice little pussy..." Coach muttered under his breath, his tongue creeping from his maw to lick his lips, and a bulge swelling in the crotch of his pants. "Looks good enough to eat..."
Floki looked away as the adult scrutinised his most private of places, wishing he was anywhere else. He sniffed as tears rolled down his burning cheeks, closing his eyes tight, trying to shut out what was happening - although all he saw in his mind's eye were the cold fires of those lusting ambers upon his innocence.
The big wolf brought the kit's ankles closer together, so he could snake his stretched thumbs to the fine fur of the rump presented to him. He pulled the bench-squished cheeks apart, spreading and distorting that tight, hot tailhole, growling a curse that masked Floki's sudden yelp. The adult's covered cock lurched and painted the inside of his pants with sticky pre-cum, the pulsing meat fighting to be released and buried somewhere virginous and tight.
"I'll be seeing a lot more of you, little pussy," he winked to the hole, which winked back when his thumbs came away and the cheeks met each other again.
"Okay kid, go get your bus," Coach sneered, releasing the little fox and standing up, before snaking his paw down his soggy pants to free and attend to the throbbing, leaking arousal straining therein. Floki slid off the bench, wiping his eyes with his paw and reached for his shirt, tucking it under his arm, and then his shorts, pulling them on with such haste that he overlooked his underwear. Grabbing his boots he tip-toed quickly across the muddy locker room floor. He just wanted to get away as fast as he could.
"Floki!"
The boy halted at the door, yelping in surprise.
"C-Coach..?" he squeaked.
"You tell anyone and you know what happens, don't you..?"
A great sob escaped the cub before he could compose himself to answer.
"I'm... o-off the team..."
"That's right kiddo, you'll never play again." With that the adult turned his back to the boy, bending forward slightly and groaning as he pumped away on his drooling rock-hard cock, and Floki rushed out the door and away from his abuser, still crying as he ran, lewd breathy cursing and wet fapping ringing in his little ears, then a heavy groan and the sound of splats against the tiled floor.
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Hey, Howdy, Hi, Yooo Hoooo!
50 CUB-MISSIONS!!! WOOP!
It's back to Floki for my sketchy pencil - and back in time a little too - to the very beginning of Coach Wolfson's grooming, starting off pretty tamely for him! :3
Hope you guys like the little tale and picture!
As always, please accept my sincerest apologies for mistakes. I'm still learning! I'm pretty satisfied with how this has turned out anyway, it is an important step on my road to arty contentment!
Thank you all from the bottom of my fuzzy heart for your continuing support. It means so much - I am totally out of my comfort zone, but I'm truckin' on cos I love you guys looking at my little guys sooo much! <3
Thanks too for the comments and faves and stuff to keep my confidence up! I'm only still going cos of all of your help! ^^
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Art by... Me!! again again again!
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