The shining blond fur crossed the field like a flash and passed the ball to his partner. The eagle took the ball and advanced swiftly to the opponent's goalie, at his right was the new member of the team, Milton, a bulky tiger, and was free, an excellent time for a pass. The bird threw the ball to the feline but before it touched his feet the blonde fox intercepted it and, with a soft and precise kick, the ball flew over the rival's player and scored a goal.

All the team cheered for Frank and his fantastic goal. Then they kept playing for the last five minutes, ending the game with a difference of two over the other team.

The coach, an old badger, was shouting rudely and mocking the other coach, a panther, who responded to him raising his middle finger and saying how slutty his mother was last night.

Everybody was chatting while someones were stretching on the benches, some of them were drinking water, catching their breath, and two were trying to calm down the coach, who was in a hard need of crush the head of the panther, but at the end, he just satisfied shouting: "And your mother is the carousel of the town!".

The team was very happy, this was the third victory of the month, ending the year like this was a matter of absolute joy that allowed them to forget about the terrible beginning of the season. They had trained hard and got a solid team, with swift decisions and very worked plays.

Just Milton, the tiger, was with a face of few friends, looking with anger at that stupid fox, while he dried the sweat off his face with his shirt. It was the second goal that that blonde slut had stolen from him in the season. Milton had a bad temperament and he was expelled from his previous high school by a fight he had with a teammate, the other boy had ended in the hospital, and the tiger outside of the school. And now he had to bear that jerk who only cared to make all the goals by himself.

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The teens’ balls were hanging freely in the locker room while everybody celebrated the victory, all naked and ready to take a shower before leaving. The morale was high, some of them were struggling friendly, others were discussing the game and the amazing plays they did, and a little group was drinking some cans of beer that were hidden previously in the lockers.

With a strong slam, the old badger entered into the lockers, shouting his happiness: "Good fucking job! Everybody comes here, right now! Winston! Stop looking at Farrell's dick, it won't appear magically in your butt, faggot!" The man kept shouting and pointing to his players while they gathered around him.

The coach cleared his throat and began: "First of anything, good job! We got the victory against that eat-shitting cat and for sure I'll remind him of it for the next two weeks on Twitter!"

All the teens cheer and howled, raising their fists and towels, even some of them shouted 'fuck you, badger'.

Next, the man raised his hand and the cries stopped. "But, the first time of the match was shit! If the volleyball team were here they could have all the right to laugh at your performance!  Yeah, those idiots that have not won a match since three seasons ago!"

And all the men booed and shouted insulting the volley team, letting heard things like: 'crippled losers! useless bitches! they can hold my balls!' and worse racist and xenophobic shits.

The badger spoke again: "Chandia, if you lose another ball like that you'll spend a fucking season heating the benches with your useless ass!" he shouted to a dalmatian dog at his left. "And the fuck about you, Stepanenko?! I saw you falling at least twenty times in the first half-hour! You are worst than the economy of my fucking country!" aimed his finger accusing a lanky toucan.

Some of the guys slapped the dog’s bare ass with their towels and from the back of the crowd was heard: 'You could fall with your ass over my dick, Russian loser bird!'

And by the end, the coach looked at a corgi, close to him, and said: "Sorry Samuel, but your balls are larger than your legs. You'll back to the defense area"

All the teens laughed, some of them leaned over the little dog like if he was some kind of furniture, and from behind a voice said: 'I heard that coach's mom like fuck with short guys!'

"I fucking heard you, Urquiza!" shouted the badger to a little raptor that was behind two tall guys. Then the old man turned to the door "That's all! Now to the showers, stinky bitches. Have a good weekend!" and he left. slamming the door again.

The whole team got into the showers, still cheering for Frank's goal. Some of the players close to the fox were muttering as Frank whispered directions to them.

Across the room, lonely and with his back to the rest of his companions, was Milton, staring at the wall as he chewed his anger. Why the fuck did that fucking fox have to steal the chance from him? That dirty bitch has already scored eleven goals this season! Does he really need to take all the credit? A hand came to rest on the tiger's shoulder, "What the fuck do you want?" replied the cat, turning to face whoever was bothering him. In front of him was a raccoon of medium height, he was one of the midfielders.

"Hey man, calm down," said the raccoon, trying to put a smile on the tiger that was about two heads tall. "The other guys and I saw what Frank did, that goal was yours!"

The comment made Milton's head burn more, "That bitch is out of control and nobody does anything!" he replied, clenching his fists.

"And what are we waiting for? One of the boys came up with an idea," said the raccoon, smiling wickedly and approaching the tiger to whisper in his ear, "You who hate him the most, fuck him, we film all that and share the video with the rest of the school. There will be such a scandal that they will kick him out in less than a week! " the teenager explained.

Immediately, the tiger made a disgusted face and separated from the raccoon, "What the hell is wrong with your head? I'm not going to fuck that bastard! I'm not a fag, and if I was I would never put the dick in that idiot! " Milton snarled, eager to hit his partner's face.

"Relax! Don't take it like that! Imagine it's just hate sex, you're going to get your dick wet, they'll kick that idiot out and you can also hit him while you fuck him!" clarified the midfielder.

"You're sick! Get out of my sight!" Milton replied, turned his back, and continued showering.

The raccoon snorted and left along with his friends again

"Hey, Milton! Do you need me to wash the dirt off your face?" the fox yelled from across the room, causing the entire team to laugh.

"Frank! Don't talk to him, can't you see that he’s processing how to kick the ball that you stole from him half an hour ago?" Urquiza blurted out, causing another wave of laughter.

"Guys, don't make fun of Milton, comparing him to Frank is like comparing a fax machine to a cell phone!" Samuel the corgi called out. Nobody scoffed.

"Shut up and suck my dick, garden gnome!"

"Go back to your box, Chucky!"

"Remember to raise your arms when you leave, I don't want to bump into you again!”

While the others laughed and retired from the baths, the tiger gritted his teeth as the warm water ran down his naked body. "That fucking raccoon is right, whatever way... I want to stop that fucking fox."

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The night was accompanied by a wide starry sky and a soft cool wind, the boys could not ask for better weather to go out and have fun. The entire team had agreed to meet for pizza to celebrate today's victory. Sometimes it was pizza, other times it was hamburgers, the food did not matter, they already had a tradition of getting together after each game, to celebrate or to eat until they forgot they had their ass kicked.

The meeting place was an old soccer field that the high school had not used for a couple of years, it still had the arches, but there was no lighting, the lines had faded, and the grass was overgrown.

At the moment there were only two silhouettes, slightly illuminated by their cell phones: Frank and Milton. The tiger had arrived early and a few minutes later the fox greeted him from afar. The situation was somewhat tense, each one was engulfed in their own telephones and no conversation had taken place beyond the cordial greeting between both males.

"So... have you adjusted to the new school already?” asked Frank without taking his eyes off his cell phone.

"Almost… I still have to get used to some things," Milton growled.

"Well... if you need something, don't hesitate to trust the team, we always support each other in whatever is necessary," clarified the fox.

"Whatever I need? I'll take that into account," replied the tiger without much interest.

"Yeah! Even teach the new guy how to play as a team!" Frank said smiling.

“Yeah, even… wait what?!” Milton managed to ask before a sack covered his head and two pairs of strong hands grabbed his arms.

"Haha! Do you feel those muscles?" yelled one of the boys holding the tiger.

"It's crazy! He must be a vicious gym rat!" answered the other.

"Guys guys, you could touch him all you want but later, now let's go with the others who must be waiting for us," said the fox in a calm tone.

As the others chatted, Milton screamed and kicked with fury and was unable to see anything, "I'm going to kill you! Motherfuckers! I'm going to rip your head off, you fucking fox!" the tiger screamed desperately.

"Man, relax! We were talking to the boys and we remembered that we had not yet welcomed you to the team. Traditions, you know? You have to respect them, so we all function as a team," said Frank as he walked alongside the other three.

The walk to where the others were was short. As they stopped, Milton felt a cold iron tube against his cheek as his hands were firmly tied to another cold surface. In the dark, a dim, yellowish light grew brighter and brighter for the eyes of the tiger, whose face was still covered. When the sack was removed from his head, Milton saw it, a small campfire that illuminated the entire soccer team around him and the goal in which his hands had been tied.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! I'm going to kill you all!" Milton yelled, shaking as he looked desperately around with bloodshot eyes.

"Haha! He's really mad! He reminds me of Randy's initiation!" said a voice.

"Fuck off, Daniel! It's no fun getting fuck by the whole team without knowing what's going on," replied a ram who had a beer can in his hand.

"Ooh come on, Randy! It wasn't that bad! By the third time, you were already bleating with joy! You even invited us to your house the next day to keep fucking you!" the raptor yelled, laughing.

Frank approached the tiger and squeezed his snout, forcing him to be quiet, "Listen, kitty, this is an official welcome to our team, but you are making a lot of noise, so I recommend you to shut up or I will put Samuel's jockstrap in your mouth, and believe me, that guy spends all day dripping pre,” said the fox, smiling. Then he released the big cat and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Several pairs of hands grabbed Milton's pants and underwear, counted down, "Filming!" someone yelled, and all together they lowered the tiger's clothes, exposing his rear and genitals.

“What the fuck!” shouted the feline.

“Hey, Milton! Smile for the camera!” shouted a ferret.

“Fuck you!” growled the tiger.

“Maaaaan! Tell me, what number does your shirt wear?” asked the mustelid, trying to contain his laughter.

“Twenty-eight, why?” the orange-striped guy asked angrily.

“You heard him, guys! Let him feel the number so he does not forget!” yelled Frank, cheering the group on.

Immediately, four of the older teens on the team started spanking Milton's ass. The tiger screamed in despair as his hands clattered loudly against his butt, meanwhile, the rest of the team counted each spanking.

“Twenty-six! Twenty-seven! Twenty-eight!” celebrated all at once when the four men gave the last spanking. The ferret approached the tiger's ass with his cell phone to capture how red it had remained after the rough treatment.

Someone passed a disposable glass full of beer to the fox, who raised his arm and shouted, "Who goes first!"

Everyone shouted in excitement  while drinks were handed out. The players lined up behind the tiger and prepared to fuck him, as tradition dictated. Whenever a new member of the team arrived and was able to last long enough to accompany them to important matches, he was initiated with the help of all those who wanted to sink their dicks, whether he wanted to or not. Frank explained to the tiger, after the feline angrily refused him a swig of beer.

One lion went first, pulled down his shorts and started jerking his cock. Frank tossed a tube of lube to his partner, the lion opened it and squirted a big squirt on Milton's ass. The tiger let out a groan and raised his voice as the other man's thick index finger found its way into his anus.

“What a nice ass! The last time I fucked a virgin feline was at last year's Christmas party. My uncle stayed open for two days... and then we did it again in the new year!” Explained the lion smiling, as he grabbed his dick and swiped it across the tiger's entrance, threatening to shove the thick, spike-covered meaty trunk in at any moment.

A wolf, who was waiting in line, spanked the lion, squeezing his team mate’s huge ass a little, “Could you invite your uncle to our next party? I've never fucked a lion before either.”

The lion straightened his back as he felt his friend's hand on his ass, let out a laugh and pushed his member into the tiger's tiny hole, which was barely soaked with saliva, "Ha! You want to fuck a fat forty year old's ass?" mocked the big cat.

“Fuck! It hurts!” cried Milton.

“Ha ha! Of course it hurts! And you're going to feel it for the whole week, big guy!” said the ferret, laughing, as he filmed.

The canine approached the lion and rested his member on the feline’s back, "I like the chubby ones, they moan the best. But… if you don't want to lend me your uncle, I guess a lion is a lion," the wolf whispered.

“Ha ha! Don't you dare to bring that bone near my hole! Wait your turn and settle with this rich tiger ass, which will be quite wet when I'm done with it,” warned the lion.

The wolf moved away and laughed, "You just ruined the most romantic thing I came up with this week!" the canine explained, and spanked his companion again.

“No homo, bro!” The lion laughed and gave a strong thrust against the tiger's ass.

“Fuck!! Stop it!!” Yelled Milton.

Frank grabbed the tiger by the muzzle, "Man, you're making too much noise, I can't hear the sound of Carlos' balls banging against your ass!” said the fox, and without even allowing the feline to reply, he kissed him, forcing his tongue into Milton's mouth.

At the feel of the other boy's tongue in his mouth, the feline's eyes opened wide. The warm, moist, delicate flesh played with his insides, giving him a satisfaction he had never felt before. With the sweet taste of Frank's tongue, everything around him blurred, his pain disappeared, his anger disappeared, the rest of the world did not exist, only that playful tongue of the fox that until that moment he wanted to strangle.

"Hurry up!" shouted one of the men.

"I'm next! I'll fuck him and leave, I go into work early tomorrow!" shouted another.

Milton blinked and awoke from his reverie, Frank was folding his arms in front of him, smiling, as he felt some member of his team peel off his ass, followed by a stream of cum dripping from his freshly used asshole.

"You look great with a man mounting you from behind," the fox whispered.

“T-Thanks…” mumbled the tiger.

"Six more guys and I'll untie you, then we can eat some barbecue and share a beer," Frank promised.

Another man positioned himself behind the big cat and spread his buttocks apart, “Fuck you, John! You fuck ruined his hole! How am I supposed to feel anything now?!” an otter shouted, observing the mess his teammate had made.

"Sorry buddy, it's not my fault you've got a dick the size of a pinky finger!" someone shouted, laughing before filling his mouth with beer, swallowing it and letting out a loud belch.

The otter growled and guided his member inside the wet and open tiger’s hole, “Fucking moose…”

Milton grimaced in horror, but when he tried to turn his head to see what was going on behind him, a hand stopped him and he turned his attention back to that pesky fox, "Six more guys, " Frank reminded him.

The feline blushed and looked down, "Do you… Do you have something to do tomorrow?" he asked.

"My parents are going on a trip, early in the morning, so I'll have the house to myself for two days. Do you want to come over for pizza and video games?” Frank explained and asked, with a smile that showed his fangs.

"Will you be alone?" asked the tiger, again.

“Only you and me,” assured the canine.

“Deal…”

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In a deteriorated public restroom in the middle of a park, two men, a badger and a panther met.

"On your knees, slut," the badger said, and unzipped his pants, exposing a thick dick and a huge pair of balls.

The panther growled and knelt down in front of the badger, "Fucking jerk, this is the last time I play a bet with you." complained the feline.

“Yeah yeah… more blowjobs and less words. My wife is waiting for me for dinner!”