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Twelfth on the Roster

By Danath

Characters © FriskeCrisps

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Crisp was in the showers when he heard the team enter the locker room. The soccer team usually finished practice around the same time the wolf ended his daily workout. Crisp wasn't huge and buff, but lean and toned. The wolf had thick, dark brown fur across most of his body. The area around his muzzle, the underside of his jaw, his neck, chest, and belly all had a fine layer of lighter tan fur, which was nearly white in color compared to the dark brown of the rest of him. His lack of definition was more obvious as he stood in the hot water, letting his fur get plastered to his skin. His stomach was smooth, running neatly into his groin. A patch of thicker fur formed a small treasure trail down to the base of his maleness, which hung down even when soft, sans sheath. A pair of golf-ball sized testicles hung beneath, covered in more of the light tan fur.

The wolf's ears twisted as he heard locker doors open and close from the main room. Strangely, none of the players made their way into the shower area. There were separate stalls, not communal standing showers, but the wolf sometimes liked to get a peek at the toned, athletic males on their way in or out. There was a reason he scheduled his workout for this time of day, after all.

Crisp turned off the water, shook the excess out of his thick fur, and wrapped his towel around his hips. The slim male walked to the blow driers on the wall and stood beneath a bank of them as they quickly turned his fur dry and fluffy.

Finished, he wrapped his towel back around his hips and headed for his locker. He saw a few members of the soccer team on his way, but he was alone in his row when he opened the door.

Instead of the blue jeans and t-shirt he'd warn into the school's gym, however, there were much different articles of clothing hanging off the hooks now. A pair of tighty whiteys hung next to a couple of green- and blue-striped stockings. A matching pair of fingerless gloves draped on the hook on the back side of the locker. On the third hook, a small, white midriff babydoll t-shirt with the school's logo waited for him. Beneath the hanging articles was a pair of red high top sneakers with white soles, as well as a pair of hip-hugging cotton shorts. The word "JUICY" was emblazoned across the seat of the shorts and stared back at Crisp's wide eyes.

"Uh... right," he said. "Hey, guys! Very funny!"

The wolf figured some members of the soccer team were playing a joke. He looked up and down the aisle, but he was still alone. He tilted his ears, but couldn't hear any muffled laughter, just locker doors opening and closing and the conversation of other people floating over the tops of the rows of lockers.

He reached in and picked the underwear off the hook, hoping his real clothes were still inside. He piled the sneakers and the rest of it on the bench, but they were all that inhabited his locker. Still holding his towel around his hips, Crisp walked to the end of the locker and looked around, but didn't spy anyone.

"Hey, who took my clothes?" he called out. Either nobody heard him or nobody cared to answer.

He walked back to the pile of revealing clothing, head hanging glumly. Was he really going to have to wear this stuff just to get home? He waited for about five minutes, then another five, eyeing the clothing distrustfully. Surely someone would come by, explain the gag, and give him his jeans back. But nobody did, and the wolf fumed silently as the noises in the locker room faded. People finished showering, banged their lockers shut, and left, until Crisp was sure he was the only one left. He couldn't tell by smell - the locker room was a riot of scents, making it impossible to tell if there really were any hidden pranksters left.

The wolf sighed. If he had to, he had to. Let them laugh when he left dressed in such embarrassing clothes. Crisp stood and picked up the underwear first. He stepped into it and pulled it up over his hips. They wrapped snugly around his rump and shaft. He pulled on the shorts next. They were, if anything tighter than the underwear and clung to his hips. The bulge of his maleness was obvious, even though he wasn't the biggest guy on the block.

He pulled the shirt on next. It barely stretched over his shoulders and chest, clinging tightly to his narrow frame. The wolf sighed as he tried in vain to tug it a bit lover over his smooth, exposed belly.

There weren't any socks. Just the striped stockings. The wolf wouldn't wear those, however, as he could make it home just fine in the high top sneakers without them. Same with the gloves. There was no reason to wear them, either.

So it was with some surprise that Crisp found himself tugging the stockings high up his thighs and pulling the elbow-length gloves snug around his paws. Wait, what? He stopped, looking at his arms and legs. The stockings and gloves made him appear even more effeminate somehow, he realized as he looked at himself in the mirror mounted on the back of the locker door. His fingers reached for the sneakers, tying them on. He thought he took the stockings off... but he hadn't. He frowned and moved to untie the sneakers, but ended up lacing them on even more tightly. The high tops spread open around his ankles and he turned to look at his backside in the mirror. The wolf smiled and wiggled his tush.

No, that's not what I should do, he thought. I should not shake my ass. I should take off the gloves. And lose the stockings. They're ridiculous.

Instead, the thin wolf put his paw to his muzzle and called out to the empty locker room: "Yoo-hoo! Over here, boys!"

Crisp shook his head. What was he doing? Why was he drawing attention to himself? He grabbed at the gloves and tried to pull them off, but they wouldn't budge. The wolf's tail dipped low as he struggled, fighting his own body to take control and remove the damned things.

"Well, well, well... look what we got here," a low voice drawled.

Crisp froze for a moment, but then, unbidden, he spoke.

"Hello, boys," he heard himself say. "Who's up for a little fun?"

The wolf's muzzle contorted violently for a moment as he stared at the three jocks lined up at the end of the aisle. He recognized them - they were often in the locker room and he'd assumed they were on the team.

The biggest of the three was a tall stallion. Crisp thought he played goalkeeper, but he wasn't sure. The male stood six and a half feet tall, with a long, flowing tan mane. His hide was splotched with white and brown. Large tan hooves supported him as he leered at the skinny male in the middle of the row. A blank athletic t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts formed the stallion's attire.

Next to him, in the middle, was a squat, wide-shouldered orca. Crisp knew he played on the defense side of things. The orca was slightly more muscular than the stallion, but shorter, making him appear quite stout. A jersey stretched across his chest and, like the horse, he wore a pair of gym shorts around his hips.

The last of the three was a lanky, toned fox. The vulpine male was slim, but powerful. He relied on his quickness over his strength for most of his plays, though his legs were obviously in excellent shape. He didn't have a shirt on, revealing the fluffy white fur coating his chest and belly. He wore black gym shorts, similar to the other two, and reached down into them as he stared at the wolf, who was leaning over, a come-hither smile on his muzzle.

"I can't believe it actually worked," the fox said, moving his full sheath around to a more comfortable position in his underwear. "This is awesome."

"The more they secretly want it, the stronger the effect... that's what the old guy told me," said the orca. "I thought it was bullshit, but man... look at him..."

Yes, look at me, Crisp thought. And then grab me. And paw me. And kiss me... and... and...

The wolf blinked, trying to push those thoughts out of his head. Sure, he'd peeked at the soccer players. But that didn't mean he wanted... whatever this was. He tried to grab his gloves again, to rip the blue and green fabric from his arms, but instead, he pressed his palms onto his thighs, leaned over, pursed his lips, and shook his hips. He was practically throwing himself at the three males.

The stallion grinned. His gym shorts bulged as he watched the wolf's antics. "He sure seems eager..."

"If it's like the old guy said, he'll be more than eager," the orca said, his voice taking on an awed tone. "Oh man, I can't believe it's working..."

"Are you three just gonna sit there and stare all evening, or are you going to show a girl a good time?" Crisp said. He snapped his muzzle shut, eyes wide. What was wrong with him? What was with these clothes? He couldn't help himself as he ran his fingerless gloves down his chest, over his belly, and spun around, rotating his hips and sticking his rump out, tail high in the air.

The orca made a lustful grunting sound. "Dibs." He strode forward, shedding his shirt along the way, revealing the smooth black and white skin covering his body. Thick fingers reached out, grasping Crisp's hips. The wolf gasped as the orca pulled him backwards. His rump pressed against the bigger male's crotch, grinding against what felt like a sizeable bulge. Crisp moaned lewdly, unable to stop the noises he was making as the orca's fingers dragged over his shoulders, down his sides, across his chest and belly. He rotated his hips, wiggling backwards, enjoying himself even though he was trying hard not to.

The stallion and fox approached him from the front as the orca sat down on the bench. Crisp's legs spread around the big male's thighs, keeping his rump nice and open. The stallion's hips pushed forward insistently, pressing the bulge in the shorts against Crisp's chest and muzzle. The wolf moaned as the orca's fingers stroked back up his sides, against the lie of his fur.

"Shit, I'm already hard... I can't wait to feel him on my dick," the orca gasped. "He's really into it... damn!"

Fingers and claws scraped over Crisp's body, tugging at his tight clothing, pawing at his bulging, tight shorts or palming his rump. The wolf shivered and moaned as he felt the orca's hands pull his shorts down roughly, getting them just past his rump, but leaving his erection trapped inside the fabric. The stallion whinnied and thrust his hips forward roughly, bouncing his growing erection against Crisp's muzzle. The wolf grinned and reached up, stroking a few fingers down the stallion's hard chest and abs.

"Oh, now just be nice, sugar," Crisp said. "There's plenty to go around for studs like you..."

Oh, he was just getting himself in deeper and deeper. The wolf watched, incredibly horny while at the same time appalled at what he was doing. Beneath his rump, the orca's thick shaft ground between his cheeks like a hot dog in a bun. His tail wagged furiously back and forth across the black and white male's chest. Crisp's paws, meanwhile, pulled down both pairs of shorts in front of him. The stallion's erection was thick, slightly flared at the tip, with a thick medial ring. It was mostly pink with splotches of black around the base, along with a heavy, black-skinned set of balls. The painted pony's fingers wrapped around the back of Crisp's head the moment his shaft was free, and the wolf eagerly dove down over the length, filling his muzzle with a warm and throbbing equine shaft.

The fox's erection was nice and big as well, though not quite up to the horse's high standards. The smallest of the three, the fox nevertheless filled Crisp's waiting paw as his shorts dropped around his ankles.

"I knew his muzzle would be good," the stallion gasped. Crisp's eyes bulged as the horse shoved his head down firmly. The wolf wrapped his paw around the base of the big male's shaft, squeezing and stroking as quickly as he could. "Feels nice, dude..."

"Well, gimme a chance to get in there, then!" the fox said. The stallion obliged, dragging his cock free of the wolf's muzzle. The effeminate lupine took a breath before diving over the vulpine shaft presented to him, moaning as the spicier scent and taste traveled over his splayed tongue.

He knew this was wrong. He had to stop. He had to! The stallion's massive cock pushed underneath his shirt, eventually poking through the neck hole, stretching the seams. Crisp grunted and moaned as the fox's hips bumped forward, pushing his shaft deep, until even the semi-formed knot was inside the wolf's muzzle. It swelled rapidly as the red length slid in and out of the Crisp's warm muzzle.

The orca was just as busy as the other two. His thick shaft leaked pre-cum. Using a finger, he scooped some up and spread it across Crisp's exposed tailhole. The skinny male's shorts tugged at his erection as he leaned forward, shivering and moaning around the fox's length.

The stallion took control of his muzzle once more as the orca's tip flexed against his tail hole, bending in the middle, before the pressure popped the tip inside. Crisp pulled off the stallion, crying out with wanton lust. His paws grasped and stroked and slid over the two male shafts, pulling them against his fur, over his muzzle and lips, kissing and caressing and suckling, even leaning forward to wrap his muzzle around the white-furred fox balls or the low-hanging black-skinned stallion nuts. The orca's paws pulled his hips down heavily, shoving his thick shaft deep, stretching the girly-boy's butt. Crisp moaned and pressed his fingers against his chest, wrist going limp. His head tipped back as the stallion lifted a leg, resting it on the bench next to the orca's thigh. With new leverage, the painted pony grunted and shoved in harder, stretching open the back of Crisp's throat.

The lust-filled wolf swallowed as the maleness stretched his mouth. His tail hole burned with pleasure. The orca pulled him off and pulled him right back down, over and over, working his dick in nice and deep each time. Crisp's sneaker-clad feet kicked behind him as cum drizzled down his lips, over his chin, and soaked into his tiny tank top.

"Damn, he's really into it... I don't feel so bad anymore," the fox said, taking the stallion's place in the wolf's muzzle.

"Told you... the sluttier they secretly wanna be, the sluttier they're gonna get."

As if on cue, Crisp clenched hard around the orca's thickness. A black and white arm circled the wolf's chest, pulling him hard back into the bigger male's torso. The orca's smooth muzzle pressed into the back of Crisp's neck as he humped upwards, keeping his shaft deep in the skinny male. There was a long moan from both as the orca came. Crisp's brain may have short-circuited at that point, because he let out a low moan and squeezed even harder, milking the muscular orca's shaft for all he was worth. The orca groaned and clutched at Crisp, even as the stallion's hips poked his cock at the wolf's lips.

"Nnnggggg... yes... fill me up, baby!" he cried out, loving how full the big jock's orgasm made him feel.

"Quit talking and start sucking, slut," the horse said, voice impatient. The pony's brown and white hide flexed and shifted as he pressed forward, pushing his tip past Crisp's lips.

The femboy wolf moaned around the flared tip, making out with it, rolling his tongue over the edges and working both paws up and down the shaft. The stallion's fingers dug into the slim male's shoulders as the orca held onto his hips. The fox waited patiently for his turn, contenting himself for the moment with his own paw as he watched his friends double-team the cockhungry Crisp.

The stallion couldn't stand up long to the wolf's eager muzzle. He tossed his head, shaking his mane, and whinnied aloud as he came. Broad gushes of white horse cum splattered over Crisp's chest and neck and muzzle. He managed to swallow a good amount of it, but the thick, steaming jizz clung to his shirt and wetted down his fur. His rump twitched as the painted pony buried his cock into the back of his throat, still spurting, forcing the wolf to drink deep. Behind him, the orca was finished. With little fanfare, the big male lifted the wolf up, easily shifting the lightweight lupine. Crisp's eyes closed tight as he clenched around the withdrawing length, unable to moan with the stallion's shaft still squirting down his throat.

He gasped when the horse cock pulled away at long last, leaving a few ropes to splatter across his muzzle on the way out. He panted hard, leaning over, falling to the floor on his hands and knees. The orca grunted, satisfied, and stood.

"Damn, his ass was tight... how's his muzzle?"

"Good."

"If you two will get the fuck out of the way, I'd like to get in the bitch before my balls turn blue."

The stallion laughed as the fox knelt behind Crispin. The wolf moaned, cum still dripping from his muzzle, as the fox pulled his head backwards. The vulpine erection stabbed under his tail, sliding in roughly, filling him, until the fat knot bumped into his ring. Crisp cried out, unused to such rough treatment, but enjoying it greatly.

"Squeeze, slut! I want you just as tight as before that big dicked orca got under your tail!" the fox said, yanking on Crisp's head fur. His gloved paws ran up and down his body, stroking at his cock as he moaned and clenched and panted. The fox thrust regularly into his rear end, filling him, teasing his hole with the knot, threatening to tie him every few thrusts by grinding in hard and heavy. Despite the abuse of his prostate and his own paw, Crisp whined with need. He couldn't cum. His balls ached and his shaft nearly hurt, he was so hard, but he just couldn't get there. He was on the edge, so close and so far away from the promised bliss.

Growling with frustration, the slim male pushed back against the fox. The red-furred male gasped - he'd been thrusting in fairly hard and the sudden motion backwards popped his knot inside the slutty wolf. Crisp let out a piercing cry and leaned back, shoulders into the fox's chest, but still he couldn't fire off a load. His churning balls pulled up tight beneath his erection inside of his half-off shorts, but nothing helped. The fox ground in and pulled back, as long of thrusts as he could manage with his fat knot preventing him from pulling out all the way.

"Ah, dude, what, you stuck your knot in him? Shit, man, now his ass it out of commission for an hour!"

"Re... relax," the fox gasped. "Just... fuck... his muzzle..."

Cum drizzled down Crisp's chin, flying off in drops as the fox bounced him forward and back and pawed at the small male's limber hips and stockings-clad legs. Crisp squeezed around him eagerly as the orca moved around front, presenting his half-hard shaft for the wolf to suck.

He did so without a second thought. The doubts he experienced before were gone. There was only the urge to cum. The wolf whined around the orca's thick black stalk, grunting as it popped into the back of his throat. The fox was pumping just as hard as ever, and Crisp was sure the vulpine had already shot two loads up his rear. The stallion grinned, watching, slowly rubbing his fingers across the broad length of his thick horse cock. Crisp pulled off the orca, opened his muzzle, and leaned forward to take a quick suck at the other male's shaft.

"Damn, he's a horny little bitch. And he can't even cum?" the stallion asked.

"Nope, not until we let him. But why let him? Look at him. The harder he gets, the harder he tries." That was the orca.

"Let's call the guys. We got a big game coming up," the fox said, grunting between the words as the wolf clenched around his knot. "I say we use this little slut as the team's cum dump."

"He sure looks the part," the stallion said. He grinned and used his paw to smack his flexing shaft against the small male's cheeks, which were bulging with the orca's thickness.

Crisp closed his eyes, groaning as the fox's knot tugged backwards at his ring. He traded off shafts, first the orca, than the horse, and back again, not knowing which he liked better. He shuddered, barely understanding what was being said about him. The wolf's tight clothes clung to his matted fur as he swallowed another heavy load of cum and took another shot up the rump from the fox, who was on his cellphone, texting people with his free paw. Noticing the stallion also take out a smartphone, he closed one eye, opened his muzzle, and stuck out his tongue, showing off the thick load of spunk still yet to be swallowed. The stallion snapped the photo and shook his head.

"When the guys see this, there's gonna be a line out the door."

Crisp giggled at that, a vacant smile on his face. The dark brown wolf's smooth body passed between the three males, then more males, and more males, some big, some small, all with a hard shaft for the cum-addicted femboy. The wolf's clothes remained intact throughout, though wetter for the wear, clinging to his smooth chest and rump. Despite the attentions of so many males, including all of the starting eleven and most of the substitutes, it wasn't until some time after midnight that the horny wolf found relief.

He'd just finished off two midfielders and the coach, a burly tiger with a penchant for feeling Crisp swallow his thickness. The locker room was mostly empty. Only the orca remained behind eventually, letting the wolf clean his cock. Eventually, satisfied, he put his dick away, stuffing it back into his shorts.

Crisp sat on the bench, covered in cum from head to toe. His white-soled shoes sat in puddles on the concrete floor. The orca stopped at the exit and turned.

"Oh! Almost forget. Hey, slut! Topeka!"

All the hours of pent-up orgasmic energy came swarming up Crisp's body, erupted in a massive cum shot that splattered a dozen feet from where the wolf sat. He tipped his head back and howled as the orca left, closing the door behind him, leaving the wolf to his oversexed display. The denial had built up the pressure and it took a long while before the aching, well-abused wolf was up to standing, let alone walking. He crawled, eventually, into the showers, still jerking his hips as the aftershocks kicked in. He showered in his clothes, not caring, letting the hot water soothe his aching body. He couldn't even count how many cocks had ground under his tail or shot a load down his throat. Nor did he care. The wolf was finally satisfied.

Once clean, he stripped his wet clothes off, dried both them and himself off, and hung the slinky bits of fabric in the locker. His jeans and t-shirt, his original clothes, were there, and he dressed in them before mopping the liters of jizz on the floor as best he could with a towel, managing to get most of it into the drain on the floor.

There was a little extra sway in the wolf's step. His rump was just a touch thicker. His grin just a bit more coquettish. The wolf was already imagining the next day. He giggled, cock getting hard in his jeans, and wiggled his rump as he passed a group of males hanging out in one of the hallways near the gym. They stopped and stared as he winked at them, though he didn't stop. So many males... so little time...

And he had such nice clothes waiting for him in the locker...

The end.