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The soccer team was blowing it hard, and the coach was not happy as he screamed at his players to pick it up. One of the team members, a zebra tripped over himself and smacked right into another player sending them both tumbling in a mix of limbs. The coach, a lion by the name of Coach Deacon could only roar in rage as the other team scored another goal. It was down to the last five minutes of the game, and they were fifteen points behind, Coach Deacon threw his clipboard to the ground and walked away to let the rest of the game finish in shame.

The whole year had been like this for the college team, week after week they failed in their games, and it was making Coach Deacon angry enough that he'd destroyed three lockers in the process of the season. His team was getting wrecked by all of the other teams, and he was growing infuriated as the other coaches flaunted the fact that they were beating his team so thoroughly. His own team was afraid to come into the locker room, and it showed as slowly as if marching to a funeral dirge they crowded in looking at the floor with dirtied clothing.

Each of them took a seat on the bench as Coach Deacon tightly clung to a locker, glaring at each of them as they took a seat. He took a deep breath and blew heavily as he glared at all of them. "I want you to tell me what that performance was..." he said, looking around as all of his players avoided his gaze. "...No one wants to answer?" The room stayed quiet as Coach Deacon nodded, and the sound of ripping metal filled the air as the lion ripped yet another locker off of its hinges with absolutely beast like strength. "I'll tell you watch that was, it was a bunch of pansies playing like little bitches!" he roared, flinging the door of the locker at a wall leaving an indent in the wall from the projectile.

The players flinched back as the metal hit the wall, and they all looked back up at their coach as he took a few deep breathes and he slowly cooled his temper. One of his players, Blake a coyote, piped up. "C... Coach, it's just that... well... I've heard recently that the other coaches... they've been bringing in some Australian talent to improve their teams. That's why the other teams are handing us our asses.... sir...." he said, quickly ducking his head as the coach shot him with a glare before rubbing his chin. His ears twitched as his tail moved in a slow and predatory fashion, and he nodded a few times.

"Alright... you all hit the showers, and I'm going to figure out how to improve our team," Coach Deacon said, his eyes glinting sharply in the bright light of the locker room. His claws had done a good job of ripping into the metal of the discarded locker door, it was going to have to be replaced, and that was coming from the soccer team fund. Deacon walked out as the fur on the back of his neck lowered, and he took a moment to congratulate the other team's coach before walking off of the field.

Truth be told Coach Deacon had heard a few rumors from the grapevine about Australian players being incredibly good, but he didn't believe it... not until now that is. Watching the other team play was like watching high schoolers dancing around kindergarteners, it was a mess. Coach Deacon had no idea where he was going to find an Australian student on such short notice, and the exchange student program wasn't exactly that great at their college. As the coach stepped back and watched the other team's players he noticed one of the students was indeed a kangaroo, and from the sounds of it he had a distinctly australian accent...

A while back Coach Deacon had made friends with a rather odd person at a local bar, he had told the lion about some odd magics that he could work... An idea popped into Deacon's head, and though he wanted to disregard it things were becoming desperate. The soccer team was under threat of being cut by the college, and the Coach hated losing more than anything. Walking towards the other coach's team, Coach Deacon started to shake each player's hand in a sign of goodwill. "Good job... great work out there... good game..." he said, not really paying attention to the players as his eyes were all on the kangaroo.

"Thanks, mate," the kangaroo said, grinning as he shook the coach's hand, and with a deft movement the coach snagged some hair from the player's shirt, and prayed that he didn't notice before finishing up with the other players. Slipping away Coach Deacon sighed in relief as no one called him out, and he snickered as he slipped the hair away into his pocket. It was a long shot, but he had to win in anyway he could...

***

Walking into the bar, Coach Deacon held his breath as he looked around for his target. A lot of times the weird anthro wouldn't show up, but Wednesday's he tended to show up, so he was praying... "Jeff!" he heard his name called out, and turning around he saw some of the other coaches. They tended to show up here on game night, but right now he didn't much want to talk to them after their underhanded use of players from Australia... To be honest Jeff likely would've done it himself, but he was calling it underhanded due to the fact that they thought of it first.

The lion waved at them before turning away, he wasn't seeing the guy... what if he wasn't there tonight... he could be in a lot of tr... The door behind him swung open, and he turned to find himself face to face with a gorilla. The same exact gorilla he was hoping to see, and a smile split Jeff's face. "Jeff Deacon, it's been a while," the gorilla said, his eyes glinting with the same light that Jeff always saw whenever they met eyes.

"Traip, yeah it's been a while," Jeff said, smiling as the gorilla gave him a look over. "I was actually looking for you, I'm glad you're here," he said, and Traip nodded before motioning for him to follow.

"I know you were looking for me, to be honest I wasn't going to come tonight, but I had a feeling," Traip said, the gorilla gave Jeff a bit of an odd feeling whenever he was around him.

The pair sat in Traip's normal booth, it was set in the back corner of the bar where most everyone avoided as it seemed to have picked up a strange sensation from Traip sitting there for so long. Glancing around to make sure no one could hear... which turned out to be unnecessary as hardly anyone wanted to get near the booth, Jeff leaned in towards Traip. "I remember you saying that you have magic powers, Traip. I was wondering if you could help me... You see my team is failing right now, hard. If they don't pick up their game soon, then my college is going to kick the soccer team out. I need your help kicking up my players into shape."

Traip rose an eyebrow, looking at Jeff quietly as a bar waitress walked over and dropped off Traip's usual before asking Jeff if he wanted his usual as well. Nodding at her, Jeff turned his gaze back to Traip as he took a sip of his drink. "What do you have in mind, Jeff? I don't exactly want my skills being used to cheat," Traip said, and watched as Jeff pulled the hairs from his pocket, blowing away some of his own before handing it over to Traip.

"These hairs are from one of my opponent's team members, he's a fantastic player. I want to use this to improve my players, and make them all great just like him," Jeff explained, watching as Traip looked it over and a glow appeared around him that made Jeff blink a few times in shock.

Traip was quiet for a few moments, then a smile slid across his face as if he noticed something interesting in the follicles of hair. "Very interesting... These have a very interesting aspect in them..." The gorilla turned his gaze up and looked at Jeff, and he chuckled as he gripped the hairs tight in his hand. "Alright, I'm glad to help you. Though there's a price for my help," he said, and Jeff pulled out his wallet.

"I'll pay any price," the lion said, determined to make his team better.

The magic gorilla merely shook his head and waved his hand. "No money. I have something else in mind, I'll collect the payment later. Now as for your help..." Traip said, and when he opened his hand in the place of where the hairs were there now sat a large bag of what looked to be silver power. "Merely adhere this to an article of clothing of your jocks, and they will improve. Be careful though as this mixture is rather potent."

His eyes flared with excitement, Jeff snatched up the powder with a giant grin. "Thank you, Traip! I don't know how I'll repay you," he said, standing up before grabbing the drink from the waitress coming to deliver it and raising it towards Traip before downing it and running out of the bar with a quick slap of money down onto the bar surface.

Chuckling to himself as he finished his own drink, Traip rubbed his arousal under the table. "Believe me my friend, you will repay it in kind..."

***

Deciding that he wanted to try it out immediately, Jeff walked into the locker room late in the night. He glanced around as he quietly padded between the lockers, and glanced over the names. He was still stunned that the magic Traip had spoken of was real, and now that he held the powder in hand he knew he had to be careful in this first test. If he messed up then he might draw a lot of unneeded attention... Jeff knew each of his players' lives very well as he needed to make sure there were no mistakes in choosing them, and as such he knew who the players were affiliated with. "Hm... Porter..." he said, stopping in front of one of the lockers.

Porter was a pretty mediocre player on their team, a goat he had barely any attachment anywhere as he was riding on government grants after having left an orphanage. He was extremely intelligent, but in no way an impressive player. He was sitting on the bench ninety percent of the time, and the other ten percent was giving water to his teammates. If anybody needed to step it up, it was Porter. Jeff smirked as he looked at the locker combination, and opening it up he grabbed Porter's jock strap.

Putting on a glove to be careful, Jeff pulled out a handful of powder and applied it right into the cup of Porter's jock. Smiling he rubbed it in and watched as the jock strap started to glow a purple hue before fading back to normal, and he chuckled as he threw the strap back in. The coach pulled out his cell phone, and dialed up Porter's cell as he put a ziploc bag of plain sugar into Porter's locker and closed it. "Hello...?" he heard an exhausted answer, and with a smile Jeff put on his coach voice.

"Porter, I want you to get the hell down to the locker room now! I have evidence that you have contraband substance in your locker!" he roared, and he heard a scream and a bleat as he heard a scramble on the other side of the phone. He waited for a few moments until he heard a slam of a door and he hung up the call. "That'll get him down here fast," Jeff chuckled, slipping the powder into his pocket and waiting as he sat down on a bench.

It took Porter five minutes to get from the dorms to the locker room, and he was panting his goat ass off as he clopped into the room. "C... c... coach! I would.... would never..." he panted heavily, Coach Deacon stood up and folded his arms as he looked at the scared soccer player.

"If you would never do it, then I want you to open your locker, and tell me what's in there," Coach Deacon said, watching as the goat nervously walk over to his locker, and pull it open before bleating in panic and confusion. "Wow... some people try to hide it, but Porter I'm honestly shocked that you would do something like this..." he muttered, walking over and taking the bag out before Porter could get a good look at it.

"Coach! I swear to god I would never do crack!" Porter pleaded, hyperventilating as his coach turned away from him pretending to sniff at the sugar.

"This smells pretty good like crack... though... I do have a pardon for you, if you do something to earn my trust back..." Coach Deacon said, turning around and hefting the sugar in one hand.

"Anything!" the goat said, his hands clasped together in a begging fashion.

For a few moments Coach Deacon pretended to think it over, but then he smiled at Porter. "I want you to get fully dressed up in your gear, and run ten laps," he said, and Porter's face broke in relief. Porter wasn't the best at kicker power, but he was a damn good runner, and Jeff knew that for a fact. It wasn't to make him run though that he was setting up the poor kid, it was to see how well the powder worked.

Coach Deacon turned and waited as Porter dropped his clothing, first slipping on the magically infected jockstrap, then the shorts, shirt, and shoes. Porter let out an involuntary moan as he slipped on his jockstrap, not realizing how weird it felt to have the strap cupping him with such... energy. "Ready, coach," he said quietly, Deacon turned around and nodded with a stern look.

"Get out there, and run your ass off," he said, watching as Porter ran out of the locker room. Jeff dumped out the sugar before following behind Porter, chuckling as he walked out into the cold night air and watched the goat start to sprint. The night was easy for the lion to see in, watching in detail as Porter did his first lap with ease. Honestly Jeff didn't expect Porter to have many problems, but he wanted to watch how he was affected by the powder. He was shocked to see how fast it was working, and how much it was affecting the goat.

Porter had a pretty good pair of horns on his head, so Jeff was shocked to watch them start to recede quickly to be overtaken by large brown ears growing from the top of his head as his own white ears faded as well. "Oh shit..." Jeff muttered, not realizing how much the powder was already affecting the student.

The white fur the goat had was becoming shorter, and was darkening into a deep brown akin to the very kangaroo Jeff had snatched the hair from, and even his muzzle was growing out and becoming thicker as he took deep breaths of air as he ran through the chilled air. Jeff was tempted to have Porter stop, and take off the jockstrap... but he didn't. The air was filled with clops as Porter ran his third lap, but they faded and turned into thick heavy slaps of paws as his cloven feet became large and surprisingly agile kangaroo feet.

A purple glow just like the powder glowed around Porter as he ran, his eyes glazing over as he continued to run unabated by the magic. He had the strangest feeling something was wrong, but for some reason he just couldn't put his hand on it, and he didn't really mind as long as he was running just like the coach had said. Some locks of golden hair grew on top of his head just like the kangaroo from earlier, and where Porter had been a bit chubbier than the other plays new muscles grew in that would make some of the more athletic members of the soccer team blush.

It was an oddity to watch the goat change into a kangaroo, but it made Jeff giddy as Porter ran his sixth lap... well hopped was more like it now. Jeff was shocked as Porter had been one of the fastest members of the team before, but his speed had drastically increased now putting him easily in the fastest category of their team. The coach cheered as he watched his changing player go faster than anyone else he'd seen, and a giant grin form on his face.

For Porter he felt weird as his name Porter suddenly felt wrong, actually he no longer remembered being Porter. He wasn't the same kangaroo as the one who had played against them... but instead he was a new person. Pier felt more right, and his junk.... it felt good in that nice cupped jockstrap, though way too small. He'd have to ask for a new one from his coach, and what a coach he was... he'd love to fuck the anus of the lion. In fact he never felt better thinking about how gay and sexy he was, and he knew it.

What Jeff hadn't been told by Traip was the fact that the kangaroo from earlier was in fact fully gay, and he knew it. The essence had been passed on into the powder, and Porter... now Pier knew it very well as his now immensely large penis swelled up hard in his now small jockstrap. Finally Pier finished running as he hopped towards his coach, his clothing now shreds on his body save for the very small jockstrap and the shreds of his shorts and ripped up shoes. "I finished, Coach Deacon. What a ripping run it was too!" he shouted, his accent now very thick and Australian.

"Porter.. that was amazing..." Coach Deacon said, practically giddy with excitement.

"Who's Porter, I'm Pier, Coach," the kangaroo said, grinning down at the lion.

"Pier... I... you're amazing..." Coach Deacon murmured, and quickly got down to talking to the new kangaroo about his past, and grew more and more excited as he realized that Pier's old personality was now completely rewritten, and it would work out perfectly for him...

***

"Meet our new exchange student, Pier. Porter was chosen to switch out with him," Coach Deacon said, watching as all of his players acknowledge the kangaroo as they pulled on their now infected gear. Rather than make everyone kangaroos and raise a lot of questions, he had been careful to only put in a small amount into their jockstraps, and though there was a slight browning in their fur none of them turned into kangaroos, though underneath their jockstraps all of their cocks put on quite a bit a girth and they all licked their lips as they glanced at one another, a new need for male implanted in all of them.

"Welcome," they all said, pulling on their gear as they all smacked one another's rears, to Coach Deacon it looked playful enough, but they were all trying to claim each others' asses.

"Now I know he just joined, but today we have a practice game against the same team we went against yesterday. We have to prove that we have what it takes," Coach Deacon said, feeling excited that all of his players would be playing so well. As he watched them walk out towards the field, he dropped off the powder onto his desk. "I'll keep this for my players next year," Jeff said, his eyes glinting as he pumped his arm in excitement.

Walking out Jeff didn't notice Pier had yet to go to the field, and stepping into the coach's office he smiled as he picked up the bag. The kangaroo had watched the coach put the powder into the other players' jocks, and though he didn't know exactly that he himself had been changed, he had a feeling... that he had to give the coach a good sprinkle himself. He hopped out towards the field with his new gear on, and smiled as they went out to play.

Coach Deacon had never watched a better game, it was an all around stomp as the opposing team had no chance. Even though all of the players had become leagues better than they had before, Pier wiped the floor with every player on the field. Even the other kangaroo didn't stand a chance, though how could he when Pier gave him a quick peck on the lips when everybody was paying attention to the ball. His mind was stuck on having sex for the rest of the game with the sexy kangaroo, and he was going to get it that night full well, and he'd be switching schools in the morning once the powder still lingering in Pier's system kicked in.

It was murder, and by the end it was thirty points to zero, the other coach called it once they hit thirty as they twenty minutes in and he didn't want to go any longer than that. He accused Jeff of cheating, but with a quick drug test nothing showed up on the charts... magic worked in amazing ways after all. The other coach left without a goodbye, but his star player stayed behind to have some fun with the other team's kangaroo, but first he had to wait for their team to go into the locker room.

"Team, that was amazing!" Coach Deacon shouted, the lion was in awe as he paced back and forth. Unaware of the whispers going through the room as Pier's plan transferred from player to player, and they all grinned as they knew what to do. "Every one of your put up an awesome game, and I think we're going to easily win every game after this!"

Two of the largest players on the team stood up, and grabbed the lion by his shoulders. "What are you doing?" he asked, still laughing a bit until he saw an odd glint of light in their eyes. "Hey... what are you doing?!"

Pier hopped towards him, his hand full of purple powder. It was far more than even Pier had received, it shimmered in the kangaroo's hand as he held it towards Coach Deacon. "Stop! Don't do this guys!"

"Traip said to do this," Pier said, his eyes glowing purple as the rest of the team took off their clothing revealing their enlarged penis and a growing orgy started as Jeff found three handfuls of powder being poured on him, and by the third his penis was growing hard and his fur was growing a deep brown...

***

The college's soccer team was the most successful team on the campus by the end of the semester, and the team's fantastic coach Jarl was the reason behind it all. He was a fantastic coach, the kangaroo had appeared one day and had been hired immediately when he showed how fantastic of a coach he was with the young men of the team. In fact the team showed such good teamwork they were often joked about having sex in the bathrooms they were so close... and the rumors weren't far off either. Whenever a new team member joined, they found an odd interest in men the day of initiation, and loved being plowed by their big membered team mates.

For Jarl he was glad to have been chosen to head the team, unaware that he'd ever been a lion. Though his favorite part of the day, besides getting and giving celebratory plowings to and from his team, was going home with his husband Traip. Today was an exceptionally good day as they had won the cup for the college league, and he chuckled as his husband shoved his cock right up his loose rear. "Feels like you've been used well today, hun," Traip moaned, grinding deep into the kangaroo's rear.

"The team was handing around fucks left and right, love," Jarl chuckled, his voice deep and accented even stronger than Pier due to the sheer amount of magic he'd been subjected to. "Though you know I love being plowed by you the best," he chuckled, and Traip smiled as he kissed his husband on the cheek before digging in deep. It was going to be a good night for both...