The cheer of the other team celebrating their victory, the applause from fans in the stands. The grumbles of predators, heavy footsteps down concrete stairs. But one sound was very distinct.
The muted thud! of fur hips against skin.
You weren’t the only toy working that night, thank gods for that. A team full of frustrated beasts? Not something one could take on alone, at least if you wanted to walk the next day. But just because you weren’t the only toy, didn’t mean you weren’t getting thoroughly used.
It started off relatively simple, the large bull hybrid needed to blow off some steam. You were nestled in the changing room, pillow under your knees as you were bent over the low bench. Your body devoid of clothes and steam from the showers thick in the air. You could smell the fresh scent of the soap they all used, as well as the sweat from their uniforms. But above all else, you smelled sex.
The bull hybrid, affectionately called Stud by the team, was a handsome devil, large stature at almost 8 feet tall including the horns that curled up to the ceiling. Muscles on muscles lining his arms and his thighs, soft but short fur all along him. But in your position you couldn’t see any of that, couldn’t see much of anything really. Not when your eyes could barely stay open as he fucked into you.
The large flared tip was enough to make your abdomen bulge just a little bit when he bottomed out. Pulling all the way back just to snap his hips forward, lewd noises coming from both your mouth and between your legs. His large hands gripped your hips to keep you in place as he grunted, hitting as deep as he could over and over again. You could feel him stretching you out, making you take all of it with only slight mercy. He might’ve been a beefcake of a man, but he was one of the more gentle ones even while he was frustrated.
“You okay, toy?”
He hadn’t heard you properly speak since he started, and he refused to be responsible for breaking the team’s favourite toy. You nodded softly, head over the side of the bench that was right in between the lockers. Big hands patted your cheek as they went by, either having already had their turn with another toy or just finishing showering. Stud grunted in acknowledgment and kept going at a deep and almost rough pace.
Even as he hit deep over and over again, making mewls spill from your lips, you saw a form kneel in front of your face. It was the sweet dog hybrid, Charlie, the new recruit of the team. He looked the most like a chocolate lab, floppy ears and a tail that wagged when he was excited. Taller than you but still relatively short amongst the team, defined biceps and soft fur that was almost comforting. His snout nuzzling your jaw as he cupped your face so delicately in his hands, making you look up at him with half lidded eyes.
“Hey there, angel! Oh look at you go~ taking it like a champ”
Cooing at you and rubbing your cheek so affectionately, making you melt and whine softly as Stud picked up his pace. You could feel his cock flaring deep in you, getting close to finishing. Charlie nuzzled your cheek and gave you soft encouragements, sweet praises as you got fucked rougher. And when it seemed like Stud was about to release, Charlie kissed you sweetly and slowly, cradling your face in its hands as you moaned into his mouth, eyes fluttering as you felt the warmth spreading deep in you. Stud slumping over a little as he panted, his come dripping down your leg as he braced himself on the bench. He grunted softly as he patted your hip affectionately, sliding out and turning around to the chalk board in the locker room, adding another tally under your name.
Charlie broke the kiss and rubbed his thumb over your cheek so lovingly.
“You did so good, angel~ you okay if I have a turn? I’ll be much nicer than mean ole Stud, yeah?”
Looking up at him with hazy eyes as you nodded softly, making a little noise in placement of your answer. Panting a little as you caught your breath, feeling Charlie move to settle in behind you. He rubbed your hip and over your ass gently and adoringly, pressing a soft kiss to your back as he leaned next to your ear.
“Breathe in for me, sweetie.”
You did as you were told and let out a soft moan as you felt him push in. His groan in your ear only made your thighs tremble more, gripping the edge of the bench as your eyes fluttered. Soft breaths leaving you as you felt him slowly move in and out, it was much more gentle than Stud had been, but then again, Charlie was just like that. A sweet man who would’ve taken you home if he was allowed.
The come filling you only made it more blissful for him, gripping your hips and building a steady pace. No whines or whimpers leaving your lips, only breathy moans as he hit the perfect spots. You felt large hands of players who walked by, ruffling your hair or rubbing their fingers through it before walking along. You felt adored, which you were, you were the team’s favourite toy. It’s why they kept track of how many times you’d been used, no one wanted to break something as sweet as you.
Charlie picked up the pace as his tail wagged, panting softly in your ear before he buried his face in your neck, taking in your scent.
“Good toy… good toy… such a good toy~”
His moans getting almost needy as he started to rut into you. His pace was almost desperate as he felt himself already close, it didn't matter who’d used you before him, he was always weak for you. Never able to last long buried deep inside you, doing his best not to dig his claws into you.
Charlie’s pants of breath getting higher pitched as his pace became more frantic, whining into your neck.
“M’sorry, angel~ m’so sorry… feel so good… gonna.. gonna…”
Not able to finish his sentence before his hips stuttered, pushing as deep as he could as he felt his knot swelling in you, pumping you full as come dripped down your thighs.
He had to wait till his knot calmed down, taking the time to lavish you with kisses as he massaged your hips and even worked on your back, murmuring sweet praises. He licked the sweat from your neck as you panted, your legs turning to jelly and suddenly feeling so thankful you were bent over the bench. Once he was able to, he slid out with a slick pop! and turned around, putting another tally on the board.
He’d barely been away for a minute before another team mate took his place behind you. You could hear Charlie whine but you could barely pay attention to it, so out of it as you felt big fuzzy hands grip your hips, slurred words coming from above you. There was only one man who got this drunk after losing a game, the large panda hybrid nicknamed Bubbles for how much beer he drank. Bubbles put out his cigarette on the tray near the bench and grumbled under his breath as he lined himself up to your leaking hole.
“My turn.”
[am I furry? Only if wanting to fuck Mr.Gohin from beastars makes you a furry.]
'We love each other and we see no reason to pretend that we don't. Especially we see no reason to pretend that our private behavior is anyone's business except our own.'
TW: one is a lil suggestive so watch out! But most are tame….. (if I had my pro level animation software with my laptop rn I’d be delighted but I ain’t willing to pay 300 bucks for that)
