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The screen went on to show a rapid-fire showcase of all the various products - candles, conditioners, massage oils, perfumes, even scent dispersers - all infused with a new variant of the water of the legendary Aloian spring, the waters of which supposedly had the power to turn all but the most stubborn men gay, and now, it seemed, bisexual. Next, it flashed to a "demonstration", filmed as if it were a real encounter on the street of a studly man with an hourglass-shaped and voluptuous girlfriend clinging to his arm.

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The camera cut to a seductive shot of the man drinking a bottle of the infamous spring water, the bottle decorated with peaches, bananas, and cherries. The angling was such that the bottle was only shown briefly, before the view focused on the clear water spilling over the man's lips, soaking his chest as well. The next shot was of him kissing another well-built man while his supposed girlfriend was caressing the breasts of another woman.

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Subscription channels had the weirdest ads, Cole concluded. Not that he didn't approve; he'd used a lot of the Aloian products already. They did indeed work just as well on the fairer sex, capable of turning women into lesbians, but the mouse had precious little interest in women after his own experience with the earlier products. With these new variants, though... it opened up a whole world of exciting possibilities. Maybe he'd partake himself, or maybe not, but either way, there were quite a few people who'd be getting lovingly gift-wrapped versions of the new cosmetics for Christmas, from him.

Ever since the company distributing them had been founded, the number of gay men and lesbian women had skyrocketed, though nobody could admit or believe that it was the products doing it, despite the ads - late-night paid channel ones as they were - outright stating they did so. People liked, Cole surmised, to imagine that they were masters of their own minds, like solitary islands on which they decided everything. But no matter how desolate an island was, it was never immune to the waves. As he'd discovered, himself, back when he'd first had a drink of the delicious spring water. In one quick minute, men had turned from something that he was and something he often saw around him as rivals or colleagues, into something beautiful. Suddenly, their firm, masculine bodies had started to cause his own cock to harden at the thought of theirs.

Not that Cole minded in the least. He'd had far more fun being gay than he ever did, being straight. Being a diminutive mouse, he'd found women sometimes overlooked him in favour of bigger, stronger, more predatory specimens. Not so with men. It was, perhaps, a little stereotypical, but in his experience, it was also very much true. Men were really horny, almost all the time, ready to drop anything they were doing for a quickie. Well, it wasn't true of every man, and it was true of some women, too_._ But that was approaching semantics.

A shudder of pleasure went through the mouse's body as his cock throbbed in Josh's mouth. Case in point; he didn't even have to bother warning the wolf that he was about to cum. Instead, he just let him suck his cock until it happened, with the wolf greedily swallowing down every thick, warm jet that his jerking, bouncing cock spurted into his mouth. Everyone he had used the products on, the jock of a wolf included, was certainly very horny.

"Nnf. Good... boy," he groaned, one hand clutching at the back of the wolf's neck as his hips twitched, leisurely emptying his balls into Josh's ravenous muzzle. To think that only a few months back, he'd been weirded out by playing with other men. Now, he couldn't get enough, and had built up a pretty good repertoire of tongue-play to pleasure any cock. He'd more or less become the team's free-use cocksucker, a role much appreciated after a long, focused game, and he was _proud_of it, making no effort to hide the cum that often dribbled over his fluffy chest before it was time to rejoin the world outside - or talk to the coach.

The coach, yes. He was a little more difficult. John, or "Jax" as he more often went by, was a burly lion, with some reservations about the increasing number of his team apparently turning "queer". He was an excellent coach, his hard-ball attitude excelling at whipping them into success after success, but he was a bit of a country bumpkin - a "good ol' boy" - who seemed to resent everything that was more accepted in the city than where he was from. Which was some bumfuck village in the middle of nowhere, long past its prime. To his credit, Cole had never heard him outright insult his team for their new interests, but he certainly showed too much concern, which was almost worse in a way. The mouse had also heard him complain about "media" doing this, having somehow missed the fact that products that did do it were openly advertised.

He was happily married, and between that and his staunch opposition to homosexual acts - at least among men, he seemed to like lesbians well enough - Cole had figured it'd be difficult to "convert" him, and he also felt no real need to ruin his marriage. His wife, after all, was an innocent in all of this. But now that the new range of products was out, Cole had some new ideas in mind. And nothing made it quite as easy to think as getting his cock sucked while he pondered. There was a kind of beautiful, orgasmic clarity to emptying his balls down someone's hungry throat.

The wolf pulled off Cole's slackening cock with a proud smile on his cum-stained lips, and promptly scooted a few steps to the right to suck the next offered cock. His teammates needed it too, after all, not just Cole - as much as the mouse would've loved to keep him. Cole glanced over, watching him open his mouth wide to engulf a canine cock this time, a look of simple-minded sexual bliss in his eyes as he nursed on that beautiful length eagerly, cupping and caressing the other male's heavy balls as he worshipped his cock.

All around him, the team was doing what they did best, these days. Other than winning games, anyway. Owen, the horse who'd put up so much resistance, was getting his ass eaten, sloppily, by a tiger while he pounded his heavy equine cock under a snow leopard's luxurious tail, wearing it like a boa around his shoulders as the feline yowled in bliss. A few more dogs were stroking their erect, dripping shafts, coating the three with watery squirts of precum, as they waited for a turn with any of them. A ferret, one of the smaller team members, was staring at Cole with a pleading look in his eyes, his cock just as hard as the others, though knowing him - what was his name again, Tony? Tory? - he was more eager to get his salad tossed and then garnished with a few warm ropes of Cole's seed.

It was beautiful, really. How shameless and open the team had gotten, now that they were all mutually attracted to one another, and finally had a regular place to work out all that excess testosterone in. Nobody wore towels anymore. Nobody had to bother trying to hide an inconvenient erection. After all, those would go away a lot faster if taken care of. And a lot of cocks got hard in the locker room, the young adults hardly able to keep their eyes off teach other's toned, masculine bodies the moment the game was over. After all, the male body was the source of all pleasure for them, now. Something to _desire,_something that their sexual urges wanted them to partake in.

With a playful little sigh, Cole motioned the ferret to bend over the bench. As he watched the mustelid eagerly bare his ass, even flicking his short tail out of the way to show off that beautiful, pink pucker, ripe for rutting. There was just something sublime about an experienced ass like that, smooth and just relaxed enough for the slightest gape. A hole made for fucking, rather than its other uses.

Such a pretty little hole deserved more than just cock, though. Cole knelt behind the ferret and dug his fingers into the other male's soft, yielding cheeks, spreading them wide to watch Tony, or Tory, clench with anticipation. He looked delicious, presented like that. The mouse admired the sight, taking in the clean, freshly showered yet unmistakable musk of another male with a tang of something citrusy from the Aloian bodywash he'd used to clean himself after the game.

Without further ado, he pressed his lips against that warm, twitching opening, kissing it, first, and then Frenching it, sliding his tongue into the ferret's slinky body as Cole heard him moan. He loved doing this entirely too much, if only because of how it made even the most stubborn, dominant man squirm like a bitch in heat. He worked his tongue around that clutching muscle, enjoying the heat and every needy spasm equally. In a way, it was strange just how good getting eaten out felt for men, but between that and the fact that the prostate was there be rubbed and pounded into mind-shattering orgasms only made Cole more convinced everyone was meant to be at least bisexual.

At the same time, the mouse's fingers danced over the ferret's cock, sneaking in little rubs and touches along his foreskin and the meaty edge of his glans. Not strokes, not yet. He had plenty of time to enjoy this, and feeling his cock, hard as an iron rod, dance along with little throbs and jerks from each touch was delightful as always. Instead, he simply lavished the needy, submissive male, squeezing his balls - which were already tightened against his body - gently, as he squirmed in bliss as Cole tongued his hole, saliva dripping down his thighs with how sloppy it was quickly getting.

A little side effect of the Aloian products, detailed only in very small scrolling text in the advertisements, was that they tended to boost the sex drive. They reduced the refractory period to almost nothing until a man was well and truly drained, which meant that Cole was already achingly hard again, himself. But more than that, they infused the mind with a constant, almost _ravenous_hunger for sex. Either for firm, masculine ass, or thick, throbbing cock, for the men, depending on their earlier predilections. It could be a distraction sometimes, but at the same time, it felt wonderful to just embrace it and engage in a several-hour orgy of constant orgasms, sampling every man around oneself freely.

It was also great for team building. This one had a sudden upswing in scores and matches won once Cole started treating the players. Officially, he attributed it to massages loosening up their muscles, but everyone else knew it was the oils and perfumes loosening up their minds to a state of slutty bliss that did it. And, well, Cole's cock loosening their asses. And on that note, he finally pulled his tongue out of the ferret's rear, watching in awe at just how perfect and beautiful Tony-or-Tory's pink hole looked, glistening and relaxed, all but _begging_for cock.

Cole stood upright, his cock heavily flopping down onto the ferret's cheeks. A pull of his hips left a trail of precum in his fur. Around him, the other team members were still going on it, filling the locker room with a cacophony of orgasmic moans both dominant and submissive, the wet slapping of soaked furry hips against asses, the slurping of cocks getting sucked and asses eaten. The hedonism of it all, the shameless, reckless, and joyful passionate abandon would be enough to get anyone horny, gay or straight, already. Everyone sharing freely in each other, and even Cole, the cause of all this as he was, felt like just another body in the writhing, rutting crowd. So who was he to resist the siren call of the ferret's ass?

He smeared a thin layer of Aloian lube onto his cock, if only to reinforce the ferret's newfound homosexuality - he'd been one the last team members to get "converted" - and then followed his natural new urges with a thrust that briefly left his glans kissing that clutching ring of muscle. With a mutual moan from both mouse and ferret, he sank in, all the way to the root of his cock, savoring the way the slinky mustelid's body seemed to stroke and milk his shaft from the very first moment. Even more than that, he enjoyed the expected, wheezing moan from his lover the instant his cock first passed over his prostate.

From then on, it was nothing but fierce, carnal rutting, both men racing towards the inevitable sticky conclusion of male arousal as the mouse's cock plunged into the ferret again and again. Sometimes, his thrusts synced up with the other couples and threesomes in the room; other times, the combined slapping of hips on asses made it sound like he was rutting twice as fast. Someone had begun to stroke his cock next to the ferret's face, and Tony-or-Tory opened his mouth obediently just in time to catch the first silvery rope of steaming hot seed on his tongue, huffing and moaning as if it were ambrosia as the tingling lube inside him intensified his hunger for all things masculine and sexual.

Cole didn't hold back. There was no point, not with how overwhelming the pressure in his loins was getting again, and how many others were already lined up, waiting for their own turns with a freely offered hole. The mouse's toned hips were a blur the last few seconds. He felt someone's warm cum splatter his back and drool down the curve of his ass, between his cheeks and over his balls as the display pushed someone over the edge, and feeling it soak into his fur - a small sensation as it was, all things considered - was what finally forced him into his own climax. Cole hilted, grinding against the ferret and digging his claws into his hips as he surrendered to the pressure, to the overwhelming urge to plant his seed. Pleasure wracked his form as he throbbed and jerked deep inside his lover, filling him with a very much welcome load of murine seed; an intimate mark of sexual fulfilment that'd remain inside him for a while.

"I- I think that's it for me, boys," Cole grunted, by the time he'd fully emptied his balls again, and began to pull out, leaving Tony-or-Tory free for the next horny teammate.

This was the kind of pleasure that he hoped to introduce the coach to, soon. A team of men that loved each other was good for performance, but if the coach himself was there to provide a more personal, professional kind of guidance, Cole figured that the effect should be even greater. He was not, in fact, doing it for his own enjoyment. Well, partially, he was - but it wasn't the _only_reason, and his results spoke for themselves.

Okay. Time to shower and then plan for it, the mouse told himself, as much as he wanted to remain and watch Owen, the horse, stuff the ferret.

"Just be gentle, big boy," Cole grinned, slapping the horse's ass firmly. "If you break his beautiful ass, I'll be breaking yours later. They do make bigger dildos than you, you know."

Owen snorted, nodding. It'd be a really tight fit, given his equine girth, but the ferret clearly wanted to at least try. Cole left them to it, going for a quick shower and letting the cool water calm his lusts down for the moment. The white noise washed away the noise of the rutting team, and he finally had a quiet moment to just think. And think he did.

As he'd concluded earlier, Jax - the lion - wasn't going to let Cole touch him. He was one of those people who thought any affectionate or even business-like physical contact between two men was too "gay". The mouse would have to get creative, while at the same time, taking care to not ruin his marriage. On the other hand, "broadening his horizons" as the advertisements put it, was entirely on the table.

Cole soaped himself up with lavender-scented bodywash and then a quick round of conditioner to keep his fur silky smooth. It made cum stick to him less, too, which was great as long as he had a real job to do. The average person wasn't quite as okay with public displays of sex and lust as the people who'd tried out the "new, exciting range of products for personal hygiene, cosmetics, perfumes, and_more!"_ that was sweeping the globe, at this point. And they were, unfortunately, still in the majority.

The mouse tried not to look at the team too much, lest he get worked up again, as he stepped out of the shower and quickly towelled himself dry.

_Bi-Products._Cole never really understood why the Aloian company always tried for comic names. Even the backstory was preposterous. A fountain shaped like a penis on a desert island, they claimed, was the source of the magic. Still, there was no denying that they were effective!

On his way home, Cole stopped to buy a selection of the new range. A plan was slowly coming together in his mind. He'd prepare a room with them, lure the lion in, and then lock the door until he accepted his newfound bisexuality. It was easier said than done; he didn't know exactly how quickly the new products worked, or if they're distract the big lion from simply breaking the door down. The locker rooms weren't built of the sturdiest stuff. Cole decided to get everything that was heavily scented, from candles to outright spray bottles. With enough of them, anyone walking into the room would probably instantly start to hunger for cock, or so the mouse hoped.

The clerk gave him a wide grin when he brought his basket of items to the counter.

"That's a whole lot of them. Planning an orgy?" the cat smiled.

"Something like that... or a very stubborn individual," Cole replied. "Rather be safe than sorry, I think."

"Oh, for sure, for sure. With this much of it there's no way he'll be able to resist. And you'll have leftovers too," the cat giggled happily as he packed everything up for Cole. He even had a slight lisp. It'd become a bit of a fashion trend in the wake of the Aloian cosmetics, since being gay - or flexible, at least - was becoming more and more cool. That led to a lot of people deliberately imitating characteristics they saw as stereotypically gay, or lesbian in the case of women, and rather than being shunned for it, their popularity only increased. The world, as Cole already knew, was a strange place, trends and fashions ready to stop on a dime and return to where they were. Nobody could predict it.

"Well, have a good day now. Remember to give him a good whiff. I find the musky incense to be pretty effective, myself," the clerk purred proudly, sticking his chest out. "That was how they got me!"

Cole wished him a good evening and then moved on. That was the plan, and the products. He'd already asked the team to make sure to fuck as much as possible that night, too, to add those natural male scents that synergized so beautifully with the products.

After a little more thinking, he decided that he'd focus on the shower room. It was easy enough to seal off from the rest so the team could still muster enough focus for the big game, and if the lion attempted to wash any oils off, he'd only really succeed in spreading them more, as long as they didn't leave any soap in the room. And since every showerhead was fixed, he didn't really have a chance to extinguish incense or candles without getting close enough to really get a good whiff of them. It'd be perfect. The mouse sprayed the walls with very potent deodorant, and set a scent disperser in the corner, before grabbing a stool and stuffing the vent full of towels to make sure all the hypnotic fragrances would remain in the room. Finally, he closed the door behind him.

Tomorrow would be an eventful day, to say the least. Cole could barely sleep. Somehow, turning straight people - especially the ones who were homophobic to any degree - always excited the mouse a little more. Maybe it was a question of dominance, of effectively forcing them to change their mind. Maybe it was a somewhat perverted sense of justice. Or maybe it was just about having sex with new partners. Cole had never guessed that he'd end up quite so... promiscuous, the mouse supposed, staring up at the ceiling. Before he'd changed, himself, he barely had sex at all. Now, he'd fucked something like thirty-five young men in just a few weeks. He'd sucked at least as many cocks, too, or rimmed their beautiful asses. Just thinking about it made him want to grind against the mattress, or maybe hump a pillow, but Cole managed to master those urges for now. The more pent up he was tomorrow, the more fun both he and the coach would have, after all.

Eventually, he managed to catch at least a few hours of blissful, restorative sleep. Then, with the morning sun, he sprung up full of energy, scarfing down breakfast and arriving at the college stadium well before everyone else, even the janitors, who he'd told not to clean the showers today. Nobody had questioned it; less work was less work.

That gave him a few hours to prepare everything. The moment Cole opened the shower hall door, though, he noticed a very real problem. The scents washed over him, burning in his wrinkling nose, and immediately his cock shot up to full hardness with such need he briefly worried that it might punch a hole in his boxers. The mouse groaned, staggering, every breath filling his body with an incredible raw need that urged him to fuck the whole team all at once, to suck their cocks and lick their asses, to get every inch of his body coated in warm, sticky cum. He managed to brace himself against a wall, panting heavily and only making his predicament worse.

Okay, Cole. Focus. You can have all the cock you want later. All the ass, too. Not right now. You can do it, he repeated in his head, over and over, barely managing to stand upright with how weak his knees were feeling, even the sensation of his raging hard cock rubbing against the inside of his boxers threatening to make him soak his pants.

Might've overestimated how much I need. Cole coughed, carefully pulling out the incense sticks and setting them to burn in the corners of the room, doing his best not to breathe in too much of the smoke. If he did, he'd end up masturbating here alone until the team came - and then it'd be a nonstop orgy until everyone was too spent to even think about continuing. He bit his lip so hard he could taste blood as he put out the last few candles, one in each corner. And then, he rushed out, closing the door again, and didn't stop before he was outside in the fresh morning air. It did little to calm down his erection, but it did, at least, clear his mind a little.

Now, he just had to get Coach Jax in there. That part he'd already conspired with the team about. One of them would spill an energy drink on him. Going to the showers would be the natural option to get it out of his fur before it started attracting bees or worse.

Cole snuck in a quick nap on the locker room bench and only awoke when the team had started arriving for the afternoon's game. They went through the plan again, once, and again, and then once more to be sure, since they were all a little addled by horniness. They'd work together to lure the lion to the showers, and if he hesitated, Cole would tackle him in. Then, they'd lock the door until he surrendered. Cole would break him in, after which point, he'd probably want to enjoy the rest of the team as well. Most newly turned people found themselves incredibly horny and promiscuous, having discovered a whole new world of pleasure.

Simple.

Half an hour before the match was about to start, the team was already on the field, warming up with Coach Jax. The lion had always had a hard attitude, but he'd only doubled down on it after so many members had come out as gay.

"None of that gay shit tonight," he yelled, in that deep bass roar that only lions could truly master. "We'll be fighting like men, not like fairies or queers. We win this one, and you guys might actually get some attention from the ladies!"

And so on, and so on. He was convinced that hard enough exercise and struggle would "cure" them of their condition, it seemed. It wasn't that Jax specifically hated homosexuality, but he'd always associated it with effeminate weakness, submission, and he simply couldn't deal with seeing two men kiss, or hug for that matter. None of that had a place in his stadium. Yet the fact that he frequently caught them fooling around with each other before _and_after games made the lion himself feel inadequate. If the team was turning gay under him, he could only conclude he was doing something wrong. And that, in his mind, meant he needed to push harder.

"Come on. You know how this goes. Don't stare at each other's asses and you might actually have a chance!" he continued. It was for their own good. It was just like in the army; you wanted straight men, not queers who'd take a break from fighting to fuck in the trenches.

Jax was promptly distracted when Owen walked by him, "tripped", and spilled his bottle of sports drink all over his front, soaking his mane in bright green sugary liquid.

"What the fuck, Owen?" he roared. "Focus! We're here to win this game!"

"Sorry, coach," the horse apologized. "Guess I'm a bit off my game tonight."

The lion glanced at his watch. Fifteen minutes. He'd have just enough time to rinse it off. He wasn't pleased with having to stand there with a sodden mane, so that'd be twenty extra push-ups for the horse once the game was over and won. Maybe fifty. Owen had been a rising star, their best player and easily so, but then squandered it all by suddenly deciding he was gay. Now he had no chance. Sure, his performance hadn't dropped yet, but it was only a matter of time unless he decided to be a real man again.

With a frustrated snarl, Jax returned to the locker room. His whole world - this team, and their success - was falling apart before his eyes. At least he still had his wife, he figured, as he opened the door to the showers and was met by what could only be described as a wall of smells, so intense that his nostrils burned before he could even step inside.

"What the everloving-" he shouted, and then, just as he took a step back, Cole slammed against him and sent both of them sprawling down in the shower room. One of the players slammed the door shut and locked it behind them, and Cole quickly scrambled to his feet in case the much bigger lion decided to take a swing at him.

"Cole? The massage guy? What the fuck are you doing?" Jax coughed, trying to not breathe in with how incredibly strong the smells in the room were. Still, he couldn't escape inhaling a little bit already, which made his whole body tingle in a strange way as the Aloian products worked their inevitable magic on him. "What happened in- just what?" he growled, shaking his head.

"The team decided they'd be more comfortable if their coach was gay, too," Cole grinned. "Well, bisexual, anyway."

The mouse was working on unbuttoning his shorts, letting the familiar arousal wash over him, all the excess blood in his body rushing to his cock again. It helped that he seemed to still be a little desensitized after getting exposed a few hours earlier. On the other hand, at this point, Jax was all but powerless to do anything. "Just take a deep breath and you might enjoy it," he added, pulling down his zipper and letting his shorts fall down. His rigid cock sprung free, bobbing proudly in the air where it jutted from his body.

Anger flashed through the lion's mind, but he couldn't really focus on it. He couldn't focus on anything with the incredibly strong smells in the room assaulting his nose and thoughts. It was overwhelming; all the fruits he could think of, the musky smoke of incense and candles, conflicting floral notes and... some kind of base note that made his mouth water for some reason. His nose twitched, drawing in a swirl of the incense smoke with his next breath, mingled with everything else, and the underlying smell of gay sex and cum that the team had added to the room yesterday. Jax's eyelids fluttered as a fuzzy sense of euphoria washed over him, and along with it a desire to... to...

His eyes fell on Cole's erect cock. Suddenly, what'd looked disgusting only moments ago looked almost beautiful, with its veiny surface and pronounced, purple glans glistening with precum.

That was the exact moment Jax realized what was happening. A look of panicked realization dawned on his face, and rather than take his next breath, he dashed for the door. It wouldn't open as he slammed into it, with several of the players leaned against it on the other side.

"Let me out," Jax growled, wasting a few precious seconds before he'd have to breathe in again. "I don't want to be gay! Please!"

"No can do, coach," came Josh's voice from outside, punctuated with a high-pitched moan - with how exciting listening to the lion's struggle and imagining playing with him was, they'd already gotten started, a tiger's raspy tongue already sneaking under his wagging tail. "Just learn to love cock like the rest of us. You'll feel a lot better!"

"I... can't... don't..." Jax wheezed, clawing at the door as he fought the urge to draw breath.

Cole approached him without a care in the world, making sure the lion could see his cock every time he looked, a string of clear, sticky precum dangling from the tip. The mouse did have to fight the urge to rub himself, too, but it was far easier for him, knowing that he'd soon get exactly what he wanted. Less so for the lion. Soon, he was forced to breathe in the intoxicating scents again, and Cole watched as his pupils dilated from the sheer shivering euphoria his growing mental changes brought with them.

Jax felt himself swelling, now, at the sight of the naked mouse. He felt himself clench,_a horrid sense of emptiness under his tail, even inside him, as his body began to make new demands. He still fought those seemingly unnatural urges, no matter how luscious, how beautiful and sexy, how _delicious the mouse's rock-hard cock looked. No matter how much he found himself salivating at the thought of feeling it against is lips, or pushing into him. Rutting into him, throbbing and twitching as it prepared to pump a warm load of sexy cum deep inside him, forever marking him as a horny queer slut.

"N-no, I won't," he huffed, stuttering, grabbing his tail to force it back down as it hiked up on pure instinct, his body already hoping for the studly mouse to claim him. "I'm not a... fucking... f- f-"

"Oh? Looks like you need just a little more encouragement!" Cole exclaimed, and walked over to pick up the burning incense while Jax was still weakly trying to figure a way out of his predicament. His cock bounced with each step, splattering more precum over the tiled floor, and to the changing lion, the sight of it was unimaginably erotic.

He was too weak to resist - almost all of his willpower and even muscle focused on fighting himself - to do much as Cole held the smoking incense just below his nose, a gentle hand cupped over his mouth to force him to fully take in the swirling smoke.

"Yes, you are," the mouse smiled. "You're a bisexual slut now, wanting to cheat on your wife with men... or even inviting one over to fuck both you and her, giving you both what you're so hungry for. Why else would you be staring at my cock like that?"

Jax blushed - blushed! He was a manly lion, manly lions didn't blush - as he realized he was indeed staring. He couldn't help it. The mouse's throbbing shaft was so commanding in a raw, sexual way. Practically demanding to be touched, worshipped. But he wasn't into other men. Or was he? It was getting difficult to resist. Some part of him wanted to surrender, to really give into that swelling cocklust inside him.

"Just take a deep breath. I promise it won't be so bad. Your wife might even be excited when you show up full of cum from the whole team... and want to invite other men to play with," Cole continued, tormenting the lion, who was looking more and more like a harmless, horny kitten at this point. Fight as he might, he couldn't stop his cock from visibly tenting his shorts, that very needy and leaking part of him shamelessly showing off what his new desires.

Images of himself on all fours, taking cock after cock, getting his quivering, cum-soaked ass eaten out between each one filling him, seeding him, flashed through the lion's protesting mind. He'd never told anyone, but it had always been a fantasy, somewhere deep inside him. But he'd been too disgusted with the idea to think about indulging it; something deeply wrong and perverted, a sin to fight, that he'd actually managed to suppress entirely. And yet now, here he was, with what felt like absolution a breath away. Sweet surrender, incense-scented, and an unspoken promise to finally succumb and enjoy what he wanted to, from the whole team. He could even motivate them, reward every exceptional performance by letting them rut their cum into him. The lion felt his ass clench again, the need to get filled almost overwhelming.

There was nothing else he could do, anyway. So Jax closed his eyes and inhaled deeply of the fragrant smoke, nearly collapsing onto the floor as the biggest rush so far swept over him, the chemicals - natural as they might've been - soaking into his mind, adjusting his attractions to something new and different, from only curves and wet pussies, to include, in equal measure muscle, broad shoulders, and firm, throbbing cock. At the same time, in the throes of lust, his dominant stubbornness melted way into a deeply submissive need to be taken.

It was like a light being turned on in his head, illuminating places that'd always been there, but forgotten, like a basement never used, or an attic full of old clothes that no longer fit, furniture long since replaced. New desires were instantly discovered, flooding his head - and his stiff cock - with long-lost attractions, burning hot and feverish, along with a sudden realization of just how beautiful and sexy the masculine form really was. With these new products, it wouldn't affect how he felt about his wife, in the end, but right now, all that he could think about was cock.

"Feeling better? Why don't you show off that amazing ass and I can give you what you need," Cole grinned, watching the dazed lion. He complied slowly, some vague hint of hesitation still evident in his actions, but he was guided by need now, caught in the iron grip of instinct and desire, no more able to resist than one could resist breathing.

There was always that particularly exhilarating charm of giving someone who was - supposedly, at least - straight their first taste of the wonders of homosexuality. Before he did that, though, Cole knocked on the door in a quick pattern he'd agreed on with Owen. Three quick raps, a pause, and then a fourth, letting him know that their coach was on a new figurative team now.

Being that Cole had done most of the work, he figured he deserved the first taste. He knelt behind the lion and tugged his shorts down over the ever so slight curve of his tight rump, slowly. God. He was just about perfect, short tawny fur revealing every inch of well-trained muscle, all tensed with anticipation bar for that sexy little hole under his tail, which looked relaxed and delicious, ready to accept its proper place as a source of pleasure for both the lion himself and other males. Thankfully, the lion, being a feline, kept himself immaculately clean, and by the time Owen and the others got the door open, the mouse already had his muzzle between the lion's cheeks.

He extended his tongue and brushed over that yearning-to-be-fucked ring of muscle, and Jax quivered, squirmed, and moaned in response. The sensation was somewhere between a tingle and an electric surge up along his spine, having that unfamiliar part of himself licked, and it made him instinctively clench up against Cole's tongue.

"Wow, he looks hot like that," the lion heard someone say.

"Yeah. Can't wait to have him beg for some horse cock," someone - Owen, no doubt - replied.

"Come on, everyone knows cats want the knot," came a third, lupine reply.

None of them could wait, of course. As hot as Coach Jax looked, getting his ass eaten and moaning with growing desire as each lick inflamed his need to get mounted and fucked further, it'd be a while until Cole was done with him. Soon, they were settling all around the mouse and lion, hands slipping to sheaths and mouths over cocks, several men pulled into the laps of others so they could bounce and groan to the erotic show. A few more, yet, gathered around the lion, stroking their amazing cocks, perhaps wanting to mark their new playmate, or to repay him, in sticky warm loads splattered over his face, for his rough training through the years.

Jax felt as if he was dreaming. It all felt so surreal, being surrounded by gay couples rutting, having Cole's tongue thrust inside him and setting off a firestorm of pleasure inside him as he thrust back against the mouse's face, and staring - feasting his eyes - on the plethora of hard, eager manhoods surrounding him. A warm splash of precum struck his cheek as he moaned again, and he stuck his tongue out to taste it. The taste was neutral, maybe a little tangy, but knowing that it came from one of his team's beautiful cocks made his own shaft throb. His ass felt like it was on fire, in the best of ways, as Cole's tongue danced across it.

He needed more, and the mouse was happy to provide. Slowly, and a little reluctantly, he stood up again, letting his hard cock rest against the lion's ass for a moment.

"Ready for your first cock?" he murmured, leaning in over the much stronger and bigger male, who regardless was nothing but a needily mewling kitten at the moment. "Sure looks like you are, winking at me like a mare. Come on, beg for it. After me you can have the whole team..."

"Please fuck me," Jax said, the words coming out before he would even think about it. But it didn't matter. He wanted it. He wanted to stroke, to suck, to raise his tail, anything to make every member of the team cum.

"Gladly. Just relax. I'll show you just how good letting other men fuck you is," Cole growled, and with by now characteristic dominance, fuelled by his lust, dug his fingers into the lion's asscheeks to pry them apart.

"Let's give him a bath," someone huffed, while Cole was grinding against his needy pucker. "Open up, coach. Show us how badly you want a mouthful of cum," they coaxed him. Another cock nudged the side of his mouth, rubbing hot precum over his lips. "Whoever gets the most into his mouth gets to fuck him second!"

Just then, Cole mounted him fully. Jax gasped as the enormity - and hotness - of what was happening became too much to bear. He opened his mouth, and then, watching his team rubbing themselves, stroking up and down each pre-slickened shaft, kept it open. He'd never tasted cum before, not even his own, but right now, the prospect made his mouth water. And he was already full of cock anyway. Another man's cock, using his ass like a pussy. Soon to squirt a warm load of sperm inside him. And he loved it beyond measure. He loved being a queer slut.

His world dissolved into moaning pleasure the instant Cole's cock first bumped over his prostate, and he finally understood why everyone was deciding they were gay all of a sudden. With how good it felt, he'd have to have his wife peg him, too. The lion felt ravenous, wanting to get fucked, hard, like he'd never wanted anything in his life. And Cole was happy to provide, speeding up as he felt Jax's final clenching surrender around him.

A rope of thick, white seed from a husky landed over the lion's muzzle. It immediately filled him with a sense of pride. Was that what they were all so proud about? It didn't matter. He wanted more, opening his mouth wider and sticking his tongue out.

"Hah, missed," a fox moaned. "D-damn, that's a good look for him though... f-fuck, gonna-"

A pressured jet of warm, vulpine cum spurted directly into Jax's mouth, coating his tongue in his virile, musky cream. It tasted heavenly, and he swallowed what he could greedily. That set off a chain reaction with the others, cock after cock jerking and spasming as they came, each spurt of cum either splattering his face or landing squarely into his mouth, and the sight, taste, and smell of it - so many men stroking themselves to orgasm, throbbing in climax - was something that Jax already knew would sear itself into his memories forever.

Then, finally, Cole began to near his peak, too. His thrusts, measured and steady, grew more erratic as pleasure surged through him. Jax thrust his ass back at the mouse encouragingly, only one part of him not yet having gotten what it needed.

"Fill me," he groaned. "C-cum inside me, please!"

"Mh, I will. Going to empty every drop of cum I have inside you. You slutty gay lion, mmr- gh- h-here it comes," Cole hissed, gritting his teeth for the last few hard thrusts, and then suddenly grew still, buried balls deep inside Jax's body.

It felt incredibly hot. Beyond hot, even. Jax felt the mouse's cock expand, and then throb, hard. A muted sense of heat spread inside him with each rapid-fire spasm. He was being bred. It was so overwhelming, so utterly dissolute, that he came too, painting the floor with his potent load of lion-cum, cementing his submission in a very natural biological celebration of his newfound bisexuality, as if his body was thanking Cole for doing this to him with each passionate, loving clench of his pucker.

Before Cole was even done, someone thrust their own cock into Jax's mouth, and he sucked without hesitation, nursing on the offered shaft. Cole pulled out, and someone else took his place. Time ceased to matter as each member of the team took turns planting their seed inside the lion or painting his muscular body with theirs, each one's drive supercharged by the scents still lingering in the air. The fucking went on until night, with players rotating in and out of the game in the arena, and taking out their frustrations and excess testosterone on the coach with each break.

In the end, he was completely soaked with cum, his ass gaping and drooling with more, and he couldn't have been happier or prouder.

A few weeks later, the team - having caught the last few stragglers and converted them into Cole's rather eccentric training and bonding methods - decided to rebrand. Being that the coach was a lion, and lions were always a marketable, popular animal, that they'd call themselves some sort of "pride" was a no-brainer. They_did_ also all fall under the Pride umbrella, now. Most of the team was purely gay, with the ones following the coach ending up bi- or pansexual. The strangest thing was that everyone was proud of their new selves; it all felt right, even if it'd been caused by mystery products. Maybe that was the benefit of the products themselves being all natural, extracted by the now rather mythical gay couple that'd once ended up shipwrecked on the island of Aloia.

Either way, the choice of a new name was simple, in the end. They'd be the Queer Pride. Insert a city name somewhere, and it'd be perfect. A few days after that name was published, they were, as one might have expected, contacted by Aloian Cosmetics, offering them - as enthusiastic users of their products - a sponsorship, and several pallets of samples to give out to the crowd during their games.

"...we are proud to be sponsoring the first fully queer team in the history of..." Cole read out loud, grinning ear to ear, while the team half-listened, half-ogled each other instead. "Yeah, you can figure out the rest, no? So, if you happen to notice any fans who aren't gay already... you might as well give them some samples."

Despite protests from certain fervent traditionalist segments of the population, it wouldn't take long before the Queer Pride was the biggest team in the country, with a very dedicated fanbase that followed them wherever they went. Being a college team, members would of course rotate in and out over time, but they'd retain the memories of their time in the team forever, often helping introduce the newbies to just how their new "pride" worked before saying their goodbyes.

Either way, both Cole - and coach Jax, with his newfound appreciation of male bodies - were all too happy to take a hands-on approach with new members, and when necessary, each other.

If one could conclude anything from the series of events since the initial discovery of the cock-fountain of Aloia, it was that being gay was the hot new thing. And trying it out was easier than ever.