A Private University Chapter One Of Two: A Test Of Willpower "Hmmm, so cute," Mia purred, her deer snout resting on her boyfriend's chest. It was the middle of summer, and university was only weeks away. However, her boyfriend hadn’t yet found a uni that would accept him. She’d warned him multiple times about delaying his applications, and now every university had a waiting list longer than Silas' antlers. They still had time to prepare before needing to depart for the last university that would be willing to accept him on short notice. So, Mia decided to just rest, feeling the rise and fall of Silas' chest as he continued to sleep peacefully. "Like clockwork, you dirty stag." Every morning since they started living together, Silas' morning routine had remained the same, right down to the one he had while deeply asleep. Underneath the covers, Mia felt a stirring, as another part of him awoke from its slumber. Their bodies lay against each other, Mia working her scent into his fur, ensuring that Silas' sleeping muzzle caught a whiff of her aroma. Her chest gently rested on his, with her nipples providing a soft massage. Silas' mind hovered between sleep and wakefulness, vaguely aware of his body's growing need. He partially sensed the bed shifting as the covers were pulled off him. The sensation of warmth and wetness made him draw in a shuddering breath. "Mmm," he groaned, still not fully awake, while his mind filled in the blanks. In his mind, he looked down, shocked to see a familiar muzzle staring up at him. Startled, Silas realised he was watching himself with a recognizable object between his own lips. "Wh-what’s going on!" The stag snapped awake, looking down at Mia, who was bobbing her head slowly. "Same thing we've been doing every morning, sweetie pie," she teased, lifting her mouth off him, playfully stroking him with a hand as he lay there looking delighted. "I do love this hard little candy of yours. It's fun-sized... easily fits in my mouth," she teased, engulfing it entirely, yet the tip didn't reach the back of her throat. “F-fuck… Mia, please stop with the teasing,” Silas begged, his mind trying to juggle both his dream and his girlfriend. He was a male deer, not a horse for god's sake, yet she always commented on his dimensions. “We gave our virginity to each other, it’s not like you can compare me to another fur!” he argued, as Mia bobbed her head, her brown hair flowing beautifully down and over her cheeks, making it look like she was blowing him off behind a wedding veil. “Don’t be a sore loser. I like it, even if it’s only large enough to fill half of my snout,” Silas has never been difficult to take or pleasure. He barely took one hand to rub off, often she needed only two or three fingers before she covered his entire length. His thinness made practice straight forward, ice cream worked wonders, her tongue often using them to simulate his dick. “And let's not forget, it’s the perfect fit for these ladies,” Mia teased, her tits just large enough to engulf him… almost that is. "Hehe," Silas chuckled, stroking her fur as she teased and pleasured him with her mouth. Still a bit bothered by his dream, her words only made him feel less confident about his masculine organ. "We did give our virginity to each other after meeting in highschool, but I grew up with brothers. So it's not like I haven’t had to look at plenty while growing up." Her statement did not make the stag feel better, however, her eager mouth was more than making up for his discomfort. "Mmm, Mia," he moaned breathlessly, his body bucking and thrusting into her. Mia’s bobbing grew in speed, her small mouth working Silas into a frenzy as she felt him starting to meet her on the way down, not that it was a long distance to cover, but she was still happy that he took an active role. His green eyes looked into her brown ones, her long tongue getting coated in a fresh layer of pre-cum for each time she met the end of his member. Now what laid beneath Silas’ stick was worth talking about, always had been. His balls were magnificent, big enough to rival a bull and productive as one for sure. Cubbing them playfully, she felt how they spilled out of her small hand, one testicle large enough to fill her entire palm, "Three little brothers aren't exactly a fair comparison," he argued, as none of her younger brothers had even finished puberty. The oldest had just gotten his first crush, while the others hadn't even shown interest in girls. At least, that's what he had heard from Mia's sister (the second oldest in Mia's family, who still lived at home). They always had the newest tea on what happened. Silas gripped his doe's slender shoulders as she worked him closer and closer to his early morning orgasm. "Uhu Uhu yes. You really are amazing, I'm so lucky to have you." He grunted, not wanting to cry out too loudly, as one of their neighbours had commented about the noise they made while bucking. Not that the older male was bothered by it, in fact, Silas got the idea that their neighbour had enjoyed it a little too much. So that was the reason he was trying to keep it down, Silas didn't like the idea of the nasty older male thinking about Mia in that way. He couldn't help moaning out, however, as her strong fingers squeezed and kneaded one of his fat orbs. "I'm going to cum soon if you keep, keeeeEEEP!" His balls drew up against his body, his dick exploding, spurting thick cream of plenty. Mia giggled softly at the way she’d pushed him over the edge so easily, it was one of the things that both amused and disappointed her. She could make him cum fast, sure, but more often than not that left her wet and unsatisfied, sexually. She raised her body off of his, and opened her mouth, showing off the copious amounts of seed he’d fed to her, almost thick enough to be mistaken for yoghourt if it hadn’t been for the rich taste and smell that followed, both the thick musk and strong fruity taste covering her tongue. “My god, that’s just too sexy, Mia.” His erection fought to stay up for round two, but slowly lost as it creeped back into his sheath. Swallowing down his baby batter, Mia stood up, making sure to hide her sex from him. It’d been months since he’d last made it past the first round, meaning her pussy was tight and eager, but being the caring doe girlfriend she was, Mia wasn’t to make him feel bad about her situation. She couldn’t even bring herself to tell Silas about how even her youngest brother was longer than him. At least he had the most wonderful pair of jewels she’d ever seen. “Enough playing, my love, let's get moving or else they’ll close the doors before we arrive.” Off Mia went toward the bathroom, and right on her hooves came Silas. Silas knew she hadn't gotten to climax, and felt bad about not being able to pleasure her. She’d not complained, but his nose told him she was aroused. He quickly brushed his teeth and polished his short spikes. Like all stags, Silas was proud of his antlers. Once he finished up, he joined her in the shower stall. He didn't soap himself, instead, Silas dropped to his knees and gripped her hips to turn her around. Before burying his pointed cervine snout between her thighs, licking and lapping at her sweet sex. She gripped his antlers as he worked to pleasure her with his tongue, ironically something that was longer and thicker than his member. She took the shower head down, using it to wash his fur, while she was enjoying his mouth. Thankfully, he sent her shuddering into orgasm fairly quickly. "Thanks baby, that was very nice." "No problem, my love. Just ask, and I'll kneel," Silas had one older brother who had taught him most of what he knew about love, including how to talk to women. This was something Mia was keenly aware of, as Silas often said awkward or strange things. And this time was no different, as Silas had accidentally expressed his willingness to submit to others. "Just... let's just get ready, okay?" Silence filled the room as they prepared themselves for the trip to a small, private university not far from their home. It had never been their top choice since the official websites provided little information about the career opportunities it offered. After getting out of the shower, they quickly dressed. Mia gave him a mischievous look as she put on a bottomless thong, hinting at a playful encounter later in the day. She was determined to score a home run with her beloved stag, even if it meant using enticing clothing. "I hope you know how to get there," he said, knowing well that he had a reputation for getting lost. Even his family jokingly referred to having to lead him around on a leash. His tongue twisted in amusement as he watched Mia put on a thong; her efforts were definitely working to excite him. "Don't worry, baby. I know exactly where to go," Mia reassured him, taking his hand and leading him out the door. Soon, they were on the street and getting into Silas's car. Him having ‘family money’ was one of the advantages of being with him as a partner. It wasn't her sole reason for being with him, but it certainly didn't hurt either. ***** With him driving and her guiding him, the pair soon pulled into the parking lot. The university was across the street from where they’d parked. Mia checked the time as they started walking. "We're a little early, but that never hurts. It shows that you're taking things seriously." As they walked, they noticed two predators heading in the same direction. The wolf was grinning at them as he walked alongside a bear, laughing at a joke that no doubt had something to do with herbivores. Soon, they found themselves at the centre of the entrance. At the door stood a cow named Mille, and a group of students of different species had gathered between two hallways. There was a doe, a short female tabby cat talking with a male counterpart, a bear girl, and a wolf girl. As Silas shook hands with the new acquaintances, he pulled out the necessary application and documents. 'Good morning, I'm Mia, and this is my boyfriend, Silas.'” "Good morning to you too," the doe said. "I'm Leslie, and my wolf friend here is Sofie. Alberte is the bear standing to my left, and Mille was the girl at the door. Cecilia is the cat who's currently talking to another one of today's applicants." Hands were shaken, and smiles were exchanged as Mia and Leslie started chatting. Meanwhile, Sofie showed Silas all the paperwork, questions from things as simple as his birthday to his family history filled the forms. It wasn't easy filling out everything, and Silas was stumped by some of the questions. He had to leave a few of them blank, knowing that if he made something up, he would get caught if someone asked him about it later. Mia seemed to be having far less trouble as she talked with Leslie. Glancing over, Silas was glad to see that some of the other males were also struggling with the paperwork. The wolf was cursing and muttering under his breath, looking just as perplexed by the strange and highly personal text. Finally, they finished the paperwork and handed it over to the waiting students. Silas smiled, feeling a bit better now that they’d gotten past this first step. Further down the line, the feline Cecilia talked to appeared nervous, as his long tail twitched wildly in different directions. Some furs walked past and went down the right hallway, while he and a few others stayed behind. Storming past, he noticed the tabby cat. Right behind him was a disappointed Cecilia. "Seems like Arthur wasn't so interested in enrolling after all," she remarked. Leslie quickly crossed out a name on her list and directed Sofie down the left hallway, towards what appeared to be the sports hall. "So, what's your name?" a deep voice rumbled behind him. Turning around, Silas came face to face with a bull, large enough to probably throw him like a frisbee if he wanted to. "My name is Silas... and you?" "Urus, my name is Urus." He sounded somewhat angry, but perhaps that was just his regular tone due to how big his adam's app-... Why am I noticing such things! Silas internally screamed. “Those guys over there, the wolf is Nikolaj and the bear is Anatoli. Don’t go over there, their speciesism is easier to notice than me on a train.” "Hehe… thanks," Silas replied, flashing Urus a grin. He liked the larger male almost at once. "Good news—the cat bailed, so one less to compete against for a spot," he joked, unable to keep his eyes from drifting down; the bulge in Urus's trousers was hard to ignore. "Heh, is that so?" the bull asked with a smirk, watching the little stag's eyes ogle him. "Well, I'm not going to lie; I wouldn't be here if I didn't need it. But damn, those were some screwed-up questions. I can't believe they asked about incest. Is that fucked up or what?" Silas nodded wildly, looking into the bull's beady eyes. "Ahem, so what did you put in for that?" Urus flashed him a grin, winking at the stag. "I told them I fucked my whole family." That made Silas choke in shock, then burst out giggling. "Really?" Urus shook his head, flashing the wolf and bear a smirk as Silas laughed. "Naw, but it made you laugh... although, Nikolaj put down that he'd rutted his brothers." Silas laughed again, unsure if the bull was telling the truth or just messing with him. "Thanks, I needed that laugh, and those numerical questions weren't any less messed up. Like, why do they need to know about such private info?!" It all came out in a whisper, but Urus could still hear the frustration that coated Silas' tongue. "I'm not sure why you're here, but this is my last chance. I'm not going to let such questions deter me!" Urus' response settled his anxiety slightly as an equally strong will to fight on filled the stag. The atmosphere grew more relaxed as the four males talked. Of course, they stayed in two groups, but even Anatoli and Nikolaj seemed to relax as they talked about who knows what. "Still can't believe they demand that we know our own testicle dimensions. I mean, who even goes and measures!" Urus laughed, joking about the last questions. Silas laughed it off but couldn't help but think about how naturally he'd written down his answer, as Mia liked to check him ever so often. Speaking of Mia, she was just about laughing her muzzle off with Leslie a bit away, while the other four females stood together at the desk, looking over their answers once more. "I get that; I'm very serious myself," Silas agreed with the bull. The more they talked, the more the stag found himself wanting to be friends with Urus. "If everything goes well... we're planning a celebration at the pub. If we both make it, fancy having a drink with me and my girl later?" Urus looked Silas up and down with a friendly smile. "Okay, sure, but don't think you can buy me a few drinks and treat me like a doe. That would take a whole lot of drinks!" Urus jokes, smacking the smaller male on the shoulder, as the wolf and bear glanced over at them sneeringly. "Listen to the grass eaters flirt," Anatoli observed, elbowing Nikolaj in the ribs roughly, as the two predators flashed sharp-toothed grins. Before things could heat up, clapping was heard as Leslie gathered the four applicants. "Alright, gentlemen, I'll be escorting you to the area where we'll hold the final test. Once it's over, we'll know who has been accepted into our university and who hasn't—and never will be." Mia gave a thumbs up before him and the other applicants left, following Leslie down a hallway. "I won't stay to witness the test; that will be taken care of by other students. So please do as they say and don't cause trouble." Her go-lucky voice filled the silent hallway, while their walking echoed throughout the vacant university. The summer holiday had emptied the entire school of students, aside from those who were there for the applications. "Yes, ma'am!" Urus roared, his deep voice making them all flinch at the power behind it. "Wait, students! Why the hell aren't any teachers involved?!" The bear roared, primal anger in Anatoli's voice. "Don't worry, we might not be the largest university, but we still maintain discipline one could expect from the biggest of our competitors. The teachers trust us with this," Leslie assured. Following the hallway, the small group was led into an old gym hall. The wooden floorboards had been covered with massive rubber mats, with tables set up at the centre. Slowly, they were led up to those tables, Silas sharing a curious look with the bull. Leslie turned them over to four students, introducing them one at a time before she moved over to have a word with a tall rat. He looked annoyed, and soon left the room. The applicants were now standing in front of four male students, all looking inquisitive about what was to happen next. "My name is Marcel; nice to meet the four of you," the male deer started, his classmates standing at a respectful distance behind him. "This fine rabbit; you may call him Venton. The two rams are Darby and Goya. They might look unprofessional, but don't worry, they'll take good care of you. The rat who just left, upset because a certain Arthur decided not to show up, was Chris." "Um, hi, I'm Silas… and this is Urus," Silas answered, feeling like Marcel was talking straight to him, Marcel smiled down indulgently. "Oi, I'm Nikolaj," the wolf growled, not about to wait for the grass-eater to introduce him. "And this big guy is Anatoli," the wolf added, clapping his bear buddy on the shoulder, as the big bruin flashed the others a fang-filled grin. "Hi yas," was all he said as they stood there, looking over each other for a long moment in silence. A gentle nature was present in Marcel’s voice, or was it just experience from having done this before? Silas couldn't tell as those brown eyes looked at him and the other applicants. "Those questions, may one ask what they were for?" Urus roared with a hint of a joke waiting in the chamber, the bigger herbivore trying for something, but Silas couldn't decipher what. "Hmmm, the questions." Marcel grunted with a faint smile, looking at his fellow peers for a second before continuing. "Well, let's just say we're looking for a certain type of guy. Your reaction to those questions... tells us much more about you than the answers themselves." Silas shivered; what had his reactions said? Had the fact he hadn't answered spoken volumes in a negative way? "Hahaha... well now, asking them tells us a few things about you as well," Urus snorted, looking around at the testers with a wide smirk of his own. “I’m sure it does, but we’re not the ones who are applying, now are we?" Marcel retorted, amused by the cockiness of the largest guy in the room. Walking up to stand beside Marcel, Venton took over the speaking duties, as the apparent battle for the biggest ego in the room was escalating a little too quickly for the rabbit's taste. “If you’ll be so kind as to step forward towards the tables we’ve set forth, we expected five applicants, so don’t worry about the fifth table, we just haven’t managed to pack it away yet.” “What’re they for?” Silas asked, curious about the presence of the quite sturdy-looking tables and a bunch of rope lying against one of the nearby walls. “A traditional ceremony. Here at our university, we take pride in students being strong-willed, in the sense that they can take a punch and keep smiling,” Marcel chimed in, cutting Venton off. “With that being said, let's commence the test. If you'd be so kind, we ask you to strip. We’re all males here, so it shouldn’t be a big issue. If it is, then we’d gladly strip together with you,” Venton said, clapping his hands together as he gave the applicants a reassuring smile. The applicants looked at each other, shock visible on their snouts at being asked to remove their clothing. "Err, is that really necessary?" Silas stammered, feeling a bit nervous and humiliated because of his modest sheath size. It’d be even worse if he popped an accidental boner. "Heh," Urus chuckled. He looked around, not so much at his fellow applicants as at the so-called testers. "Sure, I'll do it if you guys do," the bull volunteered with a snort, elbowing Silas in the ribs to make the smaller stag chuckle. Silas was sure his bovine friend was just calling the tester's bluff, and he was stunned when they all began to undress. "Haha, looks like we're doing this," Urus snorted and carelessly undressed as well, leaving Silas staring open mouthed as that big body and those huge organs came into view. "So I'm guessing' we have to do this if we want to get in," Urus said, looking around at the still clothed predators. Silas groaned at his friend's words; he really wanted to get in. He'd already said he was willing to do whatever it took, and so he slowly stripped. Nikolaj growled, sounding angry as he and Anatoli stripped as well. "Alright, now we're gonna tie you up," Marcel explained as he moved around the smaller stag. Silas couldn't help but peek at what the other deer possessed. Surprisingly, they weren’t that far apart in size; sure, his sheath was noticeably smaller, but their jewels seemed to match in dimensions. Even with summer warming everything up, the indoor gym hall was just about cold enough to keep all of their jewels from hanging low. "Tie us up!" Nikolaj shouted in disgust, embarrassed and downright repelled by having to be in the same room as so many undressed herbivores. His ancestors might have been inclined to indulge in such views as it meant dinner was soon ready, but such a reality had long since passed, along with it, Nikolaj's desire to be in such close proximity with other males. He’d had enough of such experiences together with his brothers, at least they had been fellow predators. "Yeah, that's right," Venton snorted, coming around behind the wolf, herding him toward the table. Nikolaj growled, disliking having the herbivore so close to him. "If you have a problem, you know where the door is," Venton added, making the lupine even more uncomfortable. "Go apply to a predator university, although I'm betting they already turned you down." Nikolaj growled as Venton bent him over the table. The growl just made the rabbit smirk; while the predator sounded mean and aggressive, he acted passively. Venton pressed his body against the wolf's back, bending him over the table and tying his wrists and ankles to the legs so that he was spread nice and wide. "See, that wasn't so hard." the rabbit smirked, looking at his mates as they all began tying their chosen applicant. Goya took a lot of pleasure in getting the bull into position. Anatoli didn't seem to protest much vocally; his muscular body was difficult for Darby to bend over, but he got him tied up. Marcel was gentle in nature as he looked down at Silas, gesturing for him to lie down of his own accord. “It’s a simple test; it’ll be over quickly, I promise.” “Sure it will, just get it over with,” Urus taunted, still unsure about these students' authenticity. They could indeed have been given this task by the university staff, yet this still seemed too far-fetched for any teacher to ever allow. As Silas and Urus got tied down beside the predators, the test could now finally commence. Silas was to the right with Urus beside him, Nikolaj was beside Urus, and at the end of the row was Anatoli, behind them all were the students who’d tied them to the tables. “All ready and set. Marcel, do you wanna do the honours of telling these applicants what'll happen now?” Venton said, energy radiating from him as the rabbit seemed pleased with his knots. "Sure, I'll explain the test," Marcel chuckled, moving around in front of the tied-up males, partly because he wanted to see their reactions. "This is going to be a test of will and resolve, but above all, who can handle the most. Come, show them Venton," he invited, as the rabbit came bouncing over to stand in front of him while he spread his legs. Venton didn't hesitate; he launched a powerful thump straight into Marcel's family jewels. The big stag let out a grunt, his legs trying to close even as he struggled to keep them apart. "That's right, we're going to be doing a bit of kicking. If you can take it, you're in; if you can't, well, then you're a loser." Nikolaj bucked, looking around with wild eyes at the others. "Th-That's a bunch of BS! We're just supposed to let you kick us?!" The wolf's protests were choked off as Venton leaned over, putting his small nose right against the bigger predator's. "What's the matter, are you scared of a little rabbit?" The wolf choked and sputtered, looking around at the other applicants for a hot second. "Hell no... I ain't scared of your fluffy cotton-tail!" "Now, this is our scoreboard," Marcel explained, gesturing to a whiteboard that was wheeled out in front of them all. "And this is our judge, she'll be keeping track of the points you earn." Step by step, a smirking wolf walked out from behind the board. Sofie locked eyes with each of the tied-up guests, lingering the longest on Nikolaj. "Hey, wait a moment!” Nikolaj growled, his gaze scanning her up and down. "If we're naked, then shouldn't she be as well?" A faint smile played across Sofie's lips at his words. She slowly looked around at the others in the room. “I guess you have a point, fair is fair after all.” Everyone watched with surprise, the pretty girl slowly removed her tank top and sweatpants. She stood there briefly in just her underwear and sports bra before taking those off as well. A soft expression of pure desire could be heard from the restrained males as they became aroused. Nikolaj's excitement was the first to manifest, although Urus's size was by far the most striking of the bunch. Surprisingly, the stags were the only ones who did not expose themselves, appearing indifferent to the situation. One might assume it was because they were possibly gay, a thought that occurred to Sofie as she noticed that even a stranger stag did not become aroused by her presence. However, the truth was much simpler for the two: they wanted to remain somewhat faithful to their mates. "Dirty trick!" Urus shot an irritated glance towards the she-wolf, displeased about being showcased in such a manner. Meanwhile, an alluring scent of the wolf girl's heat began to permeate the air. "Suit yourself, bull, but I have to say I'm enjoying it," Nikolaj replied, almost entranced as he blurted out whatever came to his mind. His excitement had fully manifested. Admittedly underwhelming in size compared to the others present. The only one smaller than him happened to be the bear, a creature not particularly renowned for its natural endowment. "Damn, Sofie, if I had known it was that easy to get you to undress..." one of the rams joked with a wide grin, but Venton promptly punched him on the shoulder, signalling him to stop. "Now, let me explain how the points will be awarded," Sofie said, her smile radiating warmth as she walked up and down before them. Her tail gracefully flicked back and forth, occasionally revealing glimpses of her elegant lupine features. "Points will be assigned based on how well you handle the pain and how many additional kicks you request as we go along. We will contest for seven rounds, and if there is no clear winner by then, then the contest will extend for another seven rounds or until only one participant remains standing, or in your case, still strong-willed." "Wait... so you mean only one of us will ultimately succeed?" Urus asked, looking around, clearly determined to be the victor. "Yes," she affirmed, pausing in front of Nikolaj, who took in a deep breath. Beside him, Anatoli appeared both aroused and amused, while appreciating Sofie's presence. "Does the winner receive any other prizes?" the big bear grunted, prompting his wolf companion to give him a sharp glance. "There may be additional prizes for the winner, but those will be awarded by your own designated tester," she explained with a smirk, her tail lifting slightly, offering Nikolaj a tantalising glimpse while maintaining a sense of decorum. A soft thumping could be heard beneath two of the tables, with Urus' being the loudest and the fastest rhythm coming from Nikolaj's table. "We haven't even started yet, calm down!" Venton hissed, kicking the larger wolf gently in the rump, Venton unhappy with Nikolaj’s behaviour. "No reason to rush, Venton. Let's not spoil this special moment for the applicants," Sofie remarked, expressing her disapproval of Venton's actions while also understanding their eagerness. To the side, Marcel simply rolled his eyes slightly. "Try not to be as sensitive as last time!" Darby jokingly teased Venton, playfully poking his twin brother as they observed the smaller rabbit energetically thumping away at the floor mats. "Sensitive my ass, who among us has the best record again!" Venton retorted. "Come on, Venton, let's give the rabbit a break. We can't compare those little paws to our hooves," Goya chuckled in agreement with his twin. As the applicants lay and listened to the conversation, Silas grew impatient alongside Urus, Anatoli seemed indifferent to the situation, and Nikolaj panted heavily with his tongue out. "Gentlemen, let's all calm down and allow the lady to prepare so we can begin. Sofie, please," Marcel gestured, prompting the grey wolf girl to step closer and inspect the two sources of thumping sounds. She chuckled mischievously as she observed the two enthusiastic individuals, noticing that Nikolaj seemed the most excited. "Oh, you little troublemaker... you're making the floor all slippery," Sofie playfully remarked while glancing at Nikolaj's aroused state. She reached for Venton's discarded clothes and retrieved a foil-wrapped condom. "We wouldn't want any accidents now, would we?" Sofie said, opening the foil packet using her teeth and displaying the circular condom to Nikolaj. "I hope this works," She snickered, while unrolling it and holding it out. Both she and Nikolaj could see that it was significantly larger than the wolf's slender rocket. Slowly, Sofie reached down and pulled it on. The plastic barely made contact with him, except for when she pulled the base over Nikolaj’s pulsing knot, the only part of him touching the latex. “You really are a puppy where it counts... and they call me a bitch,” She sneered into his ear, while the male wolf felt a profound sense of shame, realising that it was the rabbit's condom. Moreover, it appeared to be too large for him, implying that the small and fluffy prey had a more considerable endowment than he did. Urus was simply jutting in place, plainly he wasn't used to having a female of any species prancing around in this manner. The beautiful wolf playfully teased the bovine by running her fingertips over it. Urus couldn't help but lay there with embarrassment on his snout. "What's the matter, baby?" she asked, glancing over to the bull's other side, where Silas wasn't even showing from his sheath. "Can't get it up for a prey girl?" she teased as the stag blushed, more from being accused of being a specist rather than because he couldn't seem to stiffen. "Or maybe you just don't like girls at all," Sofie taunted a bit more, noticing his tip starting to poke out a little from her insults. "Oh well, it doesn't look like you'd have much to show off anyway. Not like Marcel back there; he's got a real male organ on him, or at least that's what Leslie says. Her attempt at appearing less abrasive didn't convince many, as the students were also starting to protrude from their sheaths. Perhaps not as enthusiastically, as they had other things to focus their attention on. Primarily, the four applicants before them. "Civil, Sofie, I'm sure it's just because we both have our own mates to worry about... it would be impolite to display our eagerness without our lovely does present," Marcel strangely defended the younger male, both figuratively and physically, as Marcel leaned down to pat the smaller deer. "All the doe’s love a big buck, or so they say," Sofie added before turning around, flicking her tail defiantly at the two stags who weren't out and ready to perform and also because Marcel had ruined her fun. A whinny was heard from the wolf, while Anatoli let out a grunt as Sofie passed them on her way back to the scoreboard. "What a tease..." Urus muttered beneath a soft exhale of hot air. "Alright then, as I mentioned before, we will go for seven rounds. If there is no clear winner by then, the contest will continue for another seven or until there is only one contestant left standing. What I failed to mention earlier is that we will finish those seven rounds, even if there are still three rounds left and only one remains. This is to give you some alone time to think hard about your application." "And we can call it quits whenever we want?" Anatoli asked. "Yes, whenever you want. Just know that you'll be immediately disqualified and unable to apply ever again," Sofie pointed out strictly, ensuring that those who chose to quit early understood the consequences. "And what would constitute failure for us students?" Silas pleaded, still uncertain about how they could fail other than by quitting. "Having too few points would be the most obvious indication, though you'll soon learn all the finer details," the happy wolf said, her fangs glimmering from their cleanliness as she picked up a pen. "Alright, I hope everyone is ready. Because when I say ready... set... go, I want to see all testers kick at the same time," she instructed with a soft growl, serving as a reminder that she was a wolf. "Okay, no cowards, I see. Good. Ready," she called, the four of them spreading out to deliver their best kicks to the exposed orbs, while exchanging looks of excitement. "Set," Sofie called, relishing the growing tension in the air as the helpless males braced themselves for what was coming. "Go!" Almost in perfect unison, hooves and foot paws lashed out, resulting in a solid 'Thump Thump' as Marcel and a ram made contact. This was followed by 'WhamWhamWham Thump' sounds when Ventons foot paw hit three times, and the other ram followed suit. Then came a howl as Nikolaj's mouth expelled his last meal onto the table, prompting Sofie to clean it up with a towel. Though such an occurrence didn't seem uncommon, the she-wolf frowned as she removed the mess. "You were told not to eat before coming here today," she dryly observed, while Nikolaj remained open-mouthed and gagged softly. Beside him, a soft, almost whispered growl emanated from Anatoli, the bear's muzzle twisted in agony as he gasped for breath. While Urus just exhaled loudly, the big bull was obviously in pain; however, he was handling it well. "Dammit, I only hit one," the ram standing behind Urus complained. Given the size of those bovine melons, the lower-hanging and larger of the pair had taken the brunt of his kick. Silas opened his mouth, wanting to squeal, but found no air in his lungs, so instead Silas simply struggled to inhale. Strangely aware that his own excitement now protruded from its sheath, Sofie walked over to take a closer look. "So, little boy has finally come out to play," she observed with a smirk, causing Silas to blush more at her teasing words. "All it took was the right motivation. She slowly marked down each of their scores, deducting points for Nikolaj howling and Urus only getting hit in one of his jewels. "What! Only half a point?" Nikolaj shouted, his anger brewing as he saw the scores being written down on the large whiteboard. "Screaming, or us missing one means half a point... hell, you should be grateful for that considering you threw up. She could have given you a minus for that," Venton sneered. "Venton, calm down," Marcel spoke softly, gesturing for the rabbit to take deep breaths. "I… But he's a rabbit, he kicked me three times?!" Nikolaj continued, feeling like he was being treated unfairly. "Rabbits kick in bursts, darling. Just think of it this way: it's the same collective force distributed among all four of you each time I say go. But you, Nikolaj, have the honour of having that force spread out over three kicks," Sofie explained softly, her c-cup sized tits right at his eye level. "But... Alright, fine!" he finally agreed, feeling a little better about his situation. "Kick better next time, you brute!" Urus spoke up, turning his head to look back at Goya. The ram was taken aback by the aggressiveness in the bigger male's voice. Goya gave a small nod, while his brother, Darby, shook his head in disappointment, wishing his brother would stand up for himself more like the proud ram he was supposed to be. "Why did I get half an extra point?" Silas whispered, with Marcel listening in beside him. "Because she thinks you liked it, and that earns you half an extra point. She mentioned it to you, didn't she? You'll learn the fine details soon enough," Marcel replied, giving Silas a pat on the shoulder before he stepped back behind him. "Ready... Set... Go!" 'Thump Thump 'WhamWhamWham Thump' This time, Urus's mouth opened, his snout looking distressed. Contorted in a uniquely male agony, Goya's cloven hoof connected even more forcefully with both of his genitals. Despite the pain, Urus managed to suppress his groan and maintain his composure. "Better..." he almost growled back at Goya, who nodded in response to the bull's anger. Remembering the rules and the advice about gaining points, Urus moaned out, "Give me two more!" Goya eagerly nodded his horned head and stepped back to prepare himself. 'Thump' and then a second hard 'Thump'. A wet gurgling sound came from Urus's mouth, but he remained steadfast, exhaling through the pain. Silas's eyes crossed for a long moment, his eyes tightly shut while his lips contorted. Marcel's hoof struck him hard, driving his genitals against his pubic bone. He felt a sharp pain in his gut from the impact. "TT... TT.. Two more," he stammered, partially hoping that the bigger stag hadn't heard him. However, he immediately regretted asking as Marcel delivered a quick pair of kicks. 'Thump Thump'. The trapped stag's eyes welled up with tears as his body trembled in agony." Nikolaj glanced over at the pair with a look of astonishment. The large wolf's eyes were wide open, displaying a shocked expression, while he hung there looking disturbed. A steady stream leaked from him, collecting at the tip of the latex. The rabbit pressed his body against the proud predator's back and leaned down to whisper into Nikolaj's ear. “Not gonna beg for more? What's the matter ‘she-wolf’... you don’t have the balls for it?” Nikolaj twisted his head to glare at the tiny rabbit. He snarled loudly, exclaiming, "You grass-eating sack of... Give me three more!" Venton hopped off his body and readied himself, lining his soft (but massive) foot paw. "Now you're talking," Venton exclaimed. A set of kicks came instantly, 'WhamWhamWham'. Nikolaj grimaced in pain, gasping and gagging. Then, a second set of kicks followed, 'WhamWhamWham'. Surprising the wolf who’d only expected one set of three kicks. The second set of kicks knocked all the air out of Nikolaj's lungs, leaving him gasping for breath. He could only watch as Venton prepared for the third set of kicks, the anticipation building. With another 'WhamWhamWham', the wolf emitted a pitiful whine, struggling to catch his breath. 'Thump' Anatoli hardly reacted. His lips curled, revealing his sharp teeth. "Is that all you've got, little lamb?" he taunted, glancing down the line and hearing others requesting more. Darby, offended by being referred to as a "little lamb," his snout contorted with anger. "I can take that all day," Anatoli added. "Give me four more kicks." "Gladly," Darby snorted, smashing his rock-like, cloven hoof into the bear's family jewels savagely. 'Thump' Anatoli's claws dug into the hard wood of the table, his body trembling from the agony in his belly. 'Thump' The second kick was even harder, making the ursine's whole body lurch forward, pushing the table slightly. "How is that? More to your liking?" he snapped, delivering his third kick a bit too swiftly; it skidded off the bear's furry inner thigh, hitting only the smaller orb. "Aim more carefully, lamb chop... that was only half a point," Anatoli growled, his voice sounding high-pitched, as his huge head lay on the table, the wood crackling from his claws digging into it. "What say we even it out?" Darby sneered, aiming his last kick at the other one. 'Thump' The bear let out a strangled cry as his jewels were brutalised. "Damn, you went and ruined it by squealing," Darby observed, sounding not at all displeased, as the bear wheezed for breath. “One... one more... please,” Anatoli begged as the grinning ram moved up behind him once more. “One more, just to get things even. But don't squeal like a cub who just pissed on an electric fence this time.” Anatoli nodded his head weakly, fighting to control himself as he knew what was coming. 'Thump' The hoof smashed brutally into him, the ram smiling at the predator's suffering. “Wow… these boys sure are eager to win!” Sofie squealed with excitement, writing down the new scores as Darby finished up kicking Anatoli. “Let's see, that means four and a half points in total for the stag, three and a half for the bull, four and a half for the wolf, and… let's say five and a half for the bear.” Her tail swung back and forth as she wrote down the last points. “Only four and a half points added! I counted five!” Anatoli roared, his claws digging deeper into the table as he growled at the she-wolf. “The first three and last one were perfect kicks, but the one where Darby only hit one was half a point, and the one where you squealed from Darby only hitting one was pretty pathetic, so I’ll have to count that as an invalid point my dear,” Sofie explained, holding eye contact with the bigger male while leaning forward. Their faces only a spitting distance apart. “Why are you angry? You’re in the lead after all,” Darby commented, leaning over the bear's body to get a closer look at the pain-filled face. “At the bottom… fuck!” Urus cursed under his breath. "Let's calm down for the next round, boys. Sofie, make it a standard one-kick-only round," Marcel spoke, a little taken aback at how quickly these applicants had gotten into the game. At this rate, most of them wouldn’t even make it to round seven… and that wouldn’t be fun, now would it. "As you wish, Marcel," the girl walked over to a bag near the wall, carrying it back to the tables before giving the go-ahead. "Ready... Set... Go!" 'Thump Thump Wham Wham Wham Thump' Silas couldn't help but let out a soft little 'uhuuu' as it felt like someone was stabbing his guts with a barbed spike. His muzzle looked sick while his member throbbed wildly, having reached its full size now. It had also begun to drip slowly, something Sofie was happy to tease him about. "Oh dear, it looks like you're getting into it... you're going to be just as big a leaker as Nikolaj. Of course, as thin as you are... we have nothing that would even remotely fit it.” "Aha, fuck, that's more like it... good hit," Urus grunted as Goya planted a powerful kick straight into his calf makers. The big bull almost thought he felt something beginning to rip; if he hadn't needed to get in so badly, he would have quit instantly. “You sissy, grass-eating shitbag,” the big wolf snarled back at the rabbit, even as Venton stood there, staring intensely at the lupine's dangling plums. There was just something about big predators like the wolf that drove the rabbit's anger. "Shut up, bitch!" the rabbit countered, feeling his blood rise with every word the wolf uttered. "It's not my fault you're a wimp... who both whined and puked from one light tap to your jewels." "I should be winning... Maybe I can trade testers, get a real male like that ram over there," Nikolaj panted, plainly taunting the rabbit as a way to deal with all the reversal of power that he felt. "REERAAR," Anatoli squealed out as that rock-like hoof smashed his fat orbs between it and his pelvic bone, then growled at himself, knowing he had just lost half a point. "Would you shut the fuck up! Damn, that rabbit is right about you. You're a total bitch!" Anatoli spoke deeply. "A bitch, my ass. If anybody is a bitch, then it's that rabbit. I’ll win this easily; I’m getting more and more used to his soft thumps. Hell, just wait — next round, you’ll lose your spot at the top of the scoreboard!" Nikolaj taunted. The power reversal made him want to puke all over again, but he wasn’t lying when he said he was getting used to the rabbit's soft paws. Sofie listened in carefully. ‘Perhaps this predator has a bit of backbone after all?’ She wondered, having heard his speciesism from outside clearly. Now she wondered if he just had an attitude problem in general around others. "Soft paws… You little fucker!" Venton, seemingly out of nowhere, launched forward with a quick set of three kicks that were heard: 'WhamWhamWham' "Fuck, not again, Venton!" Marcel shouted, rushing over to pick up the smaller student. "Let me go; if he wants to win, I’ll give him the kicks he so eagerly wants!" The rabbit kicked out, missing his target but almost managing to score a single hit on the wolf’s rump. "Darby, Goya, get over here. It seems like he needs another correction," Marcel spoke, handing the rabbit over to his two friends. The brothers each took an arm and a leg as they spread Venton out, ensuring his punishment wouldn't be blocked. "Wait, he's a predator! I was ju—" Venton pleaded but was cut off as 'Thump' echoed off the gym walls. The rabbit let out a pitiful gasp as his jewels bounced back and forth wildly. "We can't have you break the rules, Venton... Sofie, get over here with the second punishment." Shuffling was heard as the wolf searched around inside the bag, and then she came around the tables, a short black wand in her paw. His eyes widened as he saw that; weakly, he struggled to get away from the pain he knew was coming for his family jewels. Sofie jabbed the metal prongs of the wand against Venton's furry sack; this time, the rabbit let out a little squeak as an electrical 'crack' was heard. "Ow, ow... that wasn't necessary," Venton moaned, rubbing his wounded crotch as the brothers finally let him go. Although it was plain that he had calmed down, his eyes still glared at Nikolaj’s dangling pair. "Alright, that's full points for Nikolaj, but that will be considered his test for the next round. So, no more kicking until I give the go-ahead... Got it, Venton?" "Yes… I got it." "Alright, everyone else, back into positions," she called, moving back to the scoreboard as the others all got ready to let fly. "Ready... Set... Go!" 'Thump Thump Thump' "UHUUUUU!" Anatoli groaned, as a crunching sound came from between his legs. The bear just hung there with a look of pain and surprise on his snout, while Darby reached down to feel him. They were swollen but otherwise firm and intact; the ram shrugged and stepped back. "Must have just been the vas deferens collapsing," Sofie snickered knowingly as the others all looked over at her. "Nothing to worry about, really." Nikolaj's ears lay flat against his head as he looked at his fellow predator. Whatever had happened back there didn't sound normal. Will my body also make those sounds? Nikolaj thought about the rabbit's feet, they weren’t capable of hitting him with the same force as the ram could… I should be fine, right? He wondered, a shiver running down his neck as he feared his taunting might backfire. Silas and Urus weren't really paying attention to the words of the she-wolf, as they both clenched their jaws shut to avoid losing points. Despite being in a sea of pain, Urus found some relief from the perfect hit to his groyne combined with the short break during Venton's rebellion. Silas breathed deeply, his focus solely on his well-being in that moment as thoughts of his girlfriend filled his mind. I have to get in, for my doe... for Mia! He glanced over at his buddy and nodded assuringly at the bull. It was clear that both of them were still determined to win the fight. "A triple tie for round four. Shame you can't ask for more hits yet. Sorry, boys, but we have to move on to the next round. We can't have Venton standing still for too long," Marcel jokes, causing some laughter, as his comment highlighted how unpredictable the rabbit could become during tests. "Alright then, boys! Silas, Nikolaj, and Anatoli all tied with six and a half points, closely followed by Urus, only one point behind," Sofie announced. Drawing cute cheerleader sketches on the board before urging everyone to get back to the task at hand, saying, "Now, back to it. Ready...set...go!" 'Thump Thump WhamWhamWham Thump.' All the breath left the bull's lungs as his body hung limply. His muscles twitched against the ropes, and his eyes darted around, his willpower keeping him from bellowing in pain. The anguish in his gut was now accompanied by discomfort in his lower back, akin to a punch to the kidneys. The larger of his nuts had swollen to an uncomfortable size, stretching his normally loose scrotum. Goya seemed to be fully immersed in the moment, feeling more powerful than ever before. “I'm gonna bust you good big boy,” he grunted, sounding almost sexually excited, as Urus glanced back at him with a faint sickened smile. Silas could hardly see, his vision blurred by the abundance of tears flowing from his eyes. Gasping and shuddering, he struggled to catch his breath, as his small prick splattered pre-cum all over the underside of the table. Glancing back at Marcel, the helpless stag couldn't help noticing how much bigger the other male's dick was. “Damn, you really are huge... any doe would love getting bred by you,” he couldn't help admitting, as his little white tail popped up, exposing his tight pink tailhole to the other male. Watching a kind of sly smirk spread across Marcel's pointed cervine muzzle, as the bigger stag reached out to caress his sleek rump cheeks gently. “Damn, you’re a pathetic weakling. You call that a kick?” Nikolaj snorted, as he barely felt the pain now. He could still feel the gnaw pain in his guts, his orbs only felt a vague impact along with the sound of that foot paw wapping against his male flesh. “No wonder we used to eat your kind.” "OH NO... You didn't! You didn't just go there!" Venton snarled, bouncing up and down as he looked around the room at the others. Reading the disgust and anger on the other herbivores' muzzles, it was the worst thing any predator could say. "Sissy meat... pussy meat," Nikolaj snorted, knowing he had hit a nerve and not caring at all that he was provoking Venton, the slender little lapin. Venton looked over at Sofie, who was staring intensely at Nikolaj as he taunted the rabbit, her tail slowly swishing behind her. Anatoli remained silent, although his mouth was open in an eerie silent scream. His body had gone rigid as he lay there; this kick had caused soft snapping sounds. But no one had heard them—only the bear could feel them inside his sack as well as hear them. “Give me a few more kicks, little kit…" Nikolaj's tail swishes back and forth, the rams took a step back, giving Venton space, while Marcel took a step closer. Marcel wasn’t for specism, but Venton was a mix of both the good and bad that could come from it. The rabbit hadn’t experienced it firsthand, but Venton's mother had. So, on behalf of others, the rabbit had a short temper. “With pleasure, my wolf bitch!” This time he put his whole body behind the kick. The sound of the impact echoed as the first kicks landed, causing the wolf to clench his teeth and suppress the pain. The force also caused the table to shift, as the rabbit's foot hit both Nikolaj’s rump and nuts. "Venton, don't go overboard..." Marcel pleaded. 'WhamWhamWham' was his response, eliciting a growl from the wolf as the only reaction to Venton's hate-filled kicks. 'WhamWhamWham' Venton opened his mouth and sank his canine teeth into the edge of the table, leaving marks on the wood. 'WhamWhamWham' The wolf's ears sprung up as everyone heard a crunching coming from his swollen sack. "Wait... I need a moment!" the wolf pleaded. 'WhamWhamWham' "FUCK! Marcel, stop him, I-" 'WhamWhamWham' "I QUIT, please just ST-" 'WhamWhamWham' The sounds of damage grew louder as the rabbit continued kicking, the resistance in his jewels slowly fading. "Venton, ENOUGH!" Marcel shouted, tackling the smaller male when he saw the fire in the rabbit's eyes wasn't fading. The stag succeeded in stopping Venton's next attack mid-way. 'Pop!' The sound echoed through the room, followed by Venton's body hitting the floor. The wolf lay on the table, withering and squirming weakly, his mouth open and gagging, however, his belly was empty. His eyes bulged out of his head, while his trembling legs struggled to come together. Subconsciously, he wished to protect his wrecked manhood, as his mind screamed that it was already too late. Venton looked up from the floor where he had been thrown and smirked as he noticed that one side of the wolf's once proud sack was now completely deflated. One of those large, powerful wolf testicles had been reduced to a mushy mess inside the furry sac. A shiver of delight coursed through the rabbit's body as he proudly reflected on the damage he had caused. His ancestors would be proud of him for attempting to eradicate a wolf's lineage. It is worth noting that certain prey species still hold resentment towards the predators that once hunted them. Glancing down, Venton was surprised to see the oversized latex hanging down with the weight of an impressive load. "Hehe... looks like the sissy wolf was enjoying it," he observed, climbing back up onto his feet and flashing Marcel a smirk as he moved back up behind the predator His small paw cupped the deflated skin, squeezing the mush on one side before he moved over to the other. The organ had become rock hard and swollen from the internal damage. "Ain't that right asshole... you've been getting off on a grass eater pounding your heritage to jel-" Before Venton could continue his taunting, a kick from the side came flying. The sound of a hoof ramming into the rabbit's flesh was heard, followed by the rabbit falling to his knees, attempting to protect his injured body. "What the hell, Mar-" "What the hell, yourself? You know the rules, and so do I!" Taken by the neck, Venton was shoved out of the room. Marcel commented as he closed the door, "It might be a test of will, but respect their decision to back out, motherfucker!" Marcel shouted, while going over to the knocked-out predator. "We better call the doctor while he's still unconscious..." Sofie helped untie the Nikolaj, packing up the wolf's clothes and belongings before going under the table. “What a productive guy,” She whispered, slowly taking the rabbit's latex condom off of the knocked out wolf and tying it up. Seemingly rather heavy for a male of his size, she noted. "Darby, Goya, and Sofie, go on without me. I'll be back as quickly as I can," Marcel said, throwing the male over his shoulder. He then departed from the group, the well-dressed male carrying a naked wolf over his shoulder and a bag of clothing by his side. Left behind were three shocked applicants who had witnessed the rabbit losing his temper and one of their own being forced to hand over a family jewel against his will. "I really should get Venton neutered," Sofie commented, thinking about how unstable her mate had become since they had known each other. ‘Perhaps finding a new boyfriend would also be a good idea,’ Sofie thought, while looking down at the precious gift of life resting in her paw. Sofie retrieved a rubber bulb that she occasionally used for cleaning. While her audience watched, she removed the nozzle and poured Nikolaj's lupine DNA into the squeeze bulb. The sheer amount made it overflow. Finally, she replaced the hard plastic nozzle and paused momentarily, lost in her thoughts. She cared about 'little' Venton and knew that being with a prey like him drove her uptight family nuts, yet she had always made sure to avoid being with him while she was in heat. "What?" She snarled to the watching guys, as she slipped the nozzle into her heat enflamed slit. "Venton is a lot of fun... and a great lover. That little rabbit can go all night long." She growled at them, while squeezing the bulb, shooting a huge gush up inside her. "But I would never want to have his babies," she confessed with a blush, while inseminating her breeding ready sex. "And this," she moaned, pushing the nozzle even deeper, as she squeezed it again and again filling herself with Nikolaj’s cum. "This is the least I could do for Nikolaj after the way Venton went crazy on him like that. Ahhh yeah, I needed that." Seed started spilling out, though she wasn’t concerned with this. Her heat was killing her, and with this much seed it didn’t matter that some spilled. Setting down her rubber bulb, Sofie looked over at the still filled condom, licking her furry lips as she thought of going the distance. Taking it up she turned it upside down and presented her tongue to the baby batter, coating her taste buds in the last swimmers Nikolaj’s ruined nut would make, good thing the other still seemed intact. "Enough playing around, Sofie. You've got your litter of wolf cubs. Now let's get going here. We still have two more rounds before we can call an end to this set!" Darby said with irritation. "Can't blame a girl for enjoying a good-tasting meal." She went around the table, thinking about just how sweet Nikolaj's gift had been. It seems like the big wolf likes fruits and a more prey-like leaning diet. It's a good thing that she was now behind the applicants, as her saliva was overflowing. "Will we allow them to ask for more?" Goya asked. "Nikolaj's seven extra kicks don't count since he quit the test, so let's just get on with round number six," the enthusiastic she-wolf decided, looking down at the stag before her. With Marcel taking care of the unfortunate wolf applicant, she was the only one left who could take his place. "Is this fair? I mean, Venton had that three-salvo kick combo, and we have hooves... How will it be fair when you don't have any of those things to equal the power we put into our kicks?" Goya said, looking shyly over at Sofie, wondering how her female paws could replace Marcel's hooves. "I've got plenty of leg muscles... and my toenails will dig in nice and hard," Sofie countered with a leering snicker, turning to look into the ram's eyes. "Spread your legs if you want to find out." Goya looked at her in surprise, curious about the idea of a female kicking him like that. Haha, alright," the ram grunted, turning to face her and spreading his legs invitingly. "Give me your best shot." Sofie looked at him, licked her lips, and noticed that the latex wasn't completely empty... "Ok... But if I make you bleat... You have to eat the rest of these swimmers." He looked wide-eyed, clearly uncomfortable with the idea. "Um, well... I'm not so su-BAAA!" Goya bleated loudly as her paw smashed into his hangers. One hand clutched them while the other rested on the table. "Haha... She gotcha buddy. Looks like you're gonna be enjoying wolf milk!" Urus laughed out loud, while Goya looked sickened, possibly due to the kick or the thought of eating another man's seed. "Time for your snack," Sofie laughed. Strolling up to the ram, she slid the plastic onto his muzzle until it was completely covered in latex. "Go on lick it up." Everyone else in the room laughed, as they heard him licking and lapping out of the inside of the condom. Goya snorted and gasped as his nose was filled with the scent, while his tongue lapped at the greasy male spunk. Once the condom was licked clean, Sofie yanked it off his muzzle grinning at him. "Satisfied?" she asked with a smirk, as Goya licked his lips and nose slowly. "Yeah..." "Good, and if you want more, then you can clean me up later," Sofie added, her mind eager as all hell at the thought of being eaten out. This day was just getting better and better, she thought. "Enough! Let's get back to kicking!" Darby roared, angered by his brother's humiliation but also a little amused. The shame of seeing his brother poking out was almost too much to bear. Sofie walked back and forth one last time, inspecting the males before they went at it again. Anatoli seemed the most likely to quit, with veins popping out all over his skin, his jewels had swollen to an unbelievable size. Urus was holding up well, his prick still rock hard. Silas, on the other hand, had gone soft. “You know, you’re not really convincing me of your innocence here, my little stag.” “Wh-what?” The confused stag responded. “This candy of yours, can you really not keep it up for me? Is the presence of a pred girl turning you off that much?” She stated, angry at the specism she was seeing. "Now isn't that a little unfair, miss? We've been waiting for quite some time," Urus spoke, trying to defend his new friend to the best of his abilities. "Says the guy who's been rock-hard from the beginning. My heat made you, Anatoli, and Nikolaj rock-hard from the get-go. Are you telling me Silas generally has problems getting hard?" Sofie's voice was filled with soft anger. The rams never showed interest in her, so them being at half-mast was justified, but this was pissing her off. A beauty like herself deserved to raise all 'heads' she ever came across, especially when she was in heat. "I... I... Um," Silas stammered weakly, feeling very much ashamed and humiliated by his loss of pride. "I'm sorry. I get distracted easily," he babbled on weakly, not wanting to upset the she-wolf any further, especially if she was about to kick him. "Once, while my girlfriend and I were having... sex, I noticed a plane out the window doing strange manoeuvres, and I—I just went totally limp," the stag confessed, only adding to his humiliation as everyone else in the room snickered at his expense. Strangely, the more ashamed he felt the stiffer he grew, soon he was jutting out at half mast as Sofie fondled his organs teasingly. "Well, now that is more like it... For a moment, I thought I'd have to kick you to get that tiny thing to respond to me." "Haha, seems like he's more turned on by humiliation than by you," Goya chuckled, wanting to get back at the she-wolf a bit for making him eat those swimmers. "I don't think he likes females at all... I bet he doesn't even have a girlfriend... unless it's some stag in drag." "Stag in drag... Haha!" Darby roared with laughter, happy to hear his brother making fun of the deer and she-wolf. "Haha, good one, Goya." Even the big bear was chuckling at that. He wasn't laughing a moment later, however, as Sofie called out. "Ready... Set... Go!" 'Thump Thump Wham' “FUCK!” Anatoli roared, the bear digging his claws deep into the wood as he resisted the pain. “Shit, sorry about that. Seems like I missed,” Darby commented, his hoof having only hit the bear's left testicle. The round orb appeared half-cracked as if it had been almost turned to mush. The bear didn't say anything, however, he simply began to softly sob over his broken ball. This was only made more prominent as the ram fondled them, checking the damage he had inflicted and applying a little pressure just for good measure. Urus grunted softly, the kick he had received much less intense than the previous ones, as the kick to Goya's testicles had made the ram flinch right before making contact with the bull's larger pair. "Good, keep those coming, my little ram..." Urus grunted, as dominantly as he could manage. "Okay, how many?" Goya asked, readying himself up for another go at the bull's dangling jewels. At the end of the line, Silas was holding back tears. He had not just received a simple kick; Sofie had purposefully dragged her claws over Silas' sack after connecting with his testicles. Instead of putting her paw down, she rested herself on his sack, slowly scratching back and forth to make sure the stag knew just who he was dealing with. "Please... have mercy," Silas whispered, begging her to remove her petite predator paw. "Is that... all you've got?" Anatoli grunted breathlessly, his eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I could take half a dozen more of those," he moaned, sounding like he couldn't bear even one more, but too stubborn to admit it and give up. "So six more, then?" Darby snickered with a big grin as he glanced over at Sofie to ensure it was okay. The she-wolf grinned back and nodded her head, teasing the stag for a moment longer with her clawed toes. "Fuck it... if he can take six, I can take seven," Urus snorted, glancing back at Goya, who simply smiled and nodded his horned head. The ram was really getting into the spirit of the game now. “If you win, I'll let you fuck my cow girlfriend, Mille,” he whispered into Urus’ ear, hearing the sound of a dick slamming against the bottom of Urus’ table. "Mercy? Ha, mercy ain't gonna win you this tussle," Sofie growled at the helpless stag. "Come on, I know you want more. Go on, all you have to do is ask for it," she teased, hearing him moan softly. "Eight..." he squeaked out so softly that even he had a hard time hearing it. "What? I couldn't hear you, dear," Sofie snarled while rubbing him with her smooth, leathery paws. "Eight... give me eight," Silas moaned weakly, knowing as he said it that he had made a mistake. The kicks came flying one by one, but as fast as they came, the points started dropping. With all three applicants making high-pitched screams amidst heavy grunts, by the fourth salvo, the stag appeared the most tormented. The wolf's claws had left numerous scratch marks on him, on the brink of drawing blood but not quite there yet. "Small break, lads. My thighs are getting sore," Sofie pleaded, leaning over the crying stag to catch her breath. "Enjoy the touch of my breasts, my dear stag. You might not get another chance like this ever again," a tired Sofie said as her tail swayed back and forth, her heat calming down. "Why... Why the claws?" The shivering stag was confused about the pain, experiencing a similar torment but somehow different from what the bigger stag had inflicted. Fortunately, the force itself was much less extreme, leaving him still firm to the touch. Unlike the bull or bear, whose pairs had produced cracking sounds more than once by now. Down the line, the bear was fighting for every second, holding himself back from admitting defeat. His left testicle had left the game a while back, now he simply hoped the others would quit first. "You're quite the impressive applicants. It's been years since we've encountered males with such strong wills," Darby commented, sincerely meaning it as he had never met males like them before. "Thanks... I guess," Anatoli responded, assuming the comment was mainly directed towards him. "We're not finished yet, the three of you. Keep going!" Urus roared, eager to finish his remaining three kicks. Silas still had four to go, and Anatoli had two hard kicks remaining to his pride. 'Thump!' There was a crunch from below as Anatoli's remaining testicle took a fresh hit. The bear pushed the table forward, his body trembling uncontrollably as the abuse became unbearable. He opened his mouth, wanting to give up, but there was no air left in his lungs to cry out. The next kick landed with a soft 'Thump,' its sound echoing enough for everyone to hear the resulting 'Pop.' "Oh damn!" Urus moaned between the hard kicks. The big bull looked over at the bear, Anatoli, who was lying there whimpering weakly. Urus hardly felt the next couple of kicks, his own fat bovine testicles aching more than any pain he had ever experienced in his life. "Yeah, he's out... they both popped!" Darby snickered, gloatingly flashing his brother a grin. "I'll take him to the doctor," Darby chuckled as he began to untie the neutered bear, who was clearly only semi-conscious, whimpering. Soon Darby was escorting the limping bear out of the room, while a grinning Sofie continued to deliver a few more hard kicks to Silas's groyne. Urus bellowed and moaned once again, as Goya hammered the last kick home into those bull nuts, not that it really matters at this point as it was plain this wasn't coming down to points. 'Wham Wham...' The stag was choking and gagging weakly, his organ dribbling onto the floor. “Uhu Uhu, gods!” Silas moaned, looking over at Urus, who was watching the stag. "Sorry, buddy... but I have to win," Urus said with a tear in his eye.