Chad emerged from the crate with Brutus' cum leaking from his vagina - or was it hers. No, he might have she parts, but he was still himself. He was Chad. Dick or pussy, he was still Chad, he told himself.
Chad looked up and froze. There standing next to Bruno was Coach Sinclair. The coach did this to him? Chad whined.
The coach laughed, "Yeah, Chad, life is a bitch, and now so are you!"
Bruno joined in laughing.
Chad barked angrily.
"Oh, come on, Chad, I knew I had to breed you with Brutus the first time he humped you four years ago at football camp."
Chad yelped as Brutus' wet nose nudged Chad's damp hindquarters.
Bruno chuckled, and reached in his gym bag.