The coach sat down and pulled Horst the sock over his right foot. Vinnie could hear the muffled screams and sobs, as the coach's stinky foot filled Horst's being. Then he pulled on Carter, this time Vinnie distinctly heard Carter plead with Vinnie to save him. The coach chuckled when he heard Carter's words, but he assumed that only he could hear them, as he was in direct contact with Carter. He had no idea that Vinnie heard too. He had no idea that Vinnie was tuning in the coach's thoughts too.
Yeah, cannot wait to get Ryan wrapped around my balls. Horst and Carter will be manageable within a week. Now as for Vinnie, he's pretty powerful, but when he gives me his semen, I'll pretty much have control of puppet boy, and he'll make a nice greyhound or some other pet familiar to channel his magic for my will, thought the coach. Silly boy doesn't understand why we wizards are always solitary. When we gather together people notice, and bad things happen. Salem witch trials for example. No witnesses is the best policy. Maybe a cat, then I won't have to walk him.
Vinnie frowned. He wasn't about to become Coach's pet or drone or zombie. He felt his anger rising, and with it his magical ability. Still he needed someone to teach him about magic, he had an idea. Vinnie smiled and fingered his jockstrap. It had a pocket in the pouch to accommodate a banana cup.
"You know, coach, I've been thinking," Vinnie said.
'Yeah, well that's your first mistake, apprentices don't think. Now take off Ryan and hand him here," ordered the coach.
"No witnesses is a good policy," said Vinnie as he pointed at the coach, he hadded, "Banana cup!"
The coach's skin turned yellow. He tried to resist. There were tiny fireworks of blue, red, and lavender all around his body as his features vanished and his limbs morphed into his shrinking yellow body. Now there was a banana cup on the bench, and Horst and Carter lay empty on the floor.
"Now I can access your knowledge at will, and you can hang out with best jock Ryan," Vinnie explained as he picked up the fuming mad banana cup and slipped it inside the pocket pouch of his jockstrap. "Now how's that feel, Ryan?"
Mmphft! mumbled Ryan unintelligibly. Apparently, he wasn't too happy about it.
Vinnie strolled over to the bench, and put on Horst and Carter on each foot.
Vinnie, you're gonna change us back, right? Carter asked.
Horst was silent. Except for the comment, your foot smells better than coach's.
Vinnie went over and collected his other clothes. He put his now extra socks into his backpack, and headed for the coach's office. Inside the office, Vinnie closed the door, pulled out the banana cup, took a permanent marker off the desk, and wrote on the cup: "PROPERTY OF VINCENT COST". He blew on the ink to dry it, and then tucked it back in the pouch. He looked down at his humanesque jockstrap, and frowned.
"Sorry, Ryan, but like coach said, "No witnesses,"" said Vinnie, as he willed Ryan to be totally a jockstrap, but this time he was embroidered with Property of Vinnie Cost on his waistband. "Now, Coach, how about my first lesson?"
There was a brief silence, and then a begrudging voice muttered, "Yes, master?"
"Are there any booby trap spells in this office?" Vinnie asked.
"Mmft- YES! Yes, master, there are."
"How do I avoid them or disarm them?"
"You already triggered one," the coach's voice said.
"What?"
"When you closed the door, you triggered it," coach cup answered, "You'll make a fine monkey boy, Vinnie. Heh, heh, heh."
"We'll see," said Vinnie, as he looked at his forearm which was noticeably hairier.
He pulled the banana cup out of his jockstrap, and said, "Monkey boys eat bananas, right?"
The cup was now a ripe yellow banana. Vinnie felt his toes reshaping in his shoes.
"Lesson one, how do I break the spell, coach?"
"Drink a glass of water from the pitcher on my shelf," he answered.
"Is that all?"
"No, the water's enchanted, it breaks spells if drunk out of my #1 Coach coffee mug, but if drunk out of any other glass it turns the drinker into a tackle dummy. Ever wonder why we have so many tackle dummies?"
Vinnie studied the banana, and reached deep into his mind. The coach felt totally owned by Vinnie, and couldn't lie to him. Vinnie chuckled, the coach was trying to figure out how Vinnie knew to use the Magic marker on him.
"Well, coach, I didn't know it was magic, but I didn't want you getting lost in the gym," laughed Vinnie. He reached over and pocketed the marker, and then reached for the coach's mug, his arm was now furry, and growing longer. He grabbed the pitcher and filled the cup. Then he drank it. Best water ever. His arm was its normal length and the fur was gone.
"That's a lot of tackle dummies, were they also monkeyboys?"
"Nah, most were just witnesses."
"Don't people go looking for the missing people?"
"Not usually, part of the spell. But people will come looking for me," warned the banana.
"Banana cup," said Vinnie, and tucked the coach back into his pouch.
"Now scope me out on the other booby traps," Vinnie ordered.
There were so many, Vinnie had to write them all down, but most were easy to disarm. He disarmed the window trap, and opened the window.
A squirrel hopped up on the windowsill. It was the one that Vinnie often fed at lunch. Apparently, it wanted a handout.
"Hey, boy, how'd you like a new home, and new body? Seems we need a new coach."
No! shrieked the banana cup.
Vinnie pointed at the squirrel, and said, "COACH!"