As the Coach and Kowalski went off to find other members of the football team Justin could hear the Quarterback enter.
"Coach Beaumont? Are you still here?" he heard Marc holler. Justin waited in the shower stall, but being downwind he could smell the freshly showered QB. Marc Hanson was a buff lad in his early twenties. He kept his curly jet black hair cut short. Though a football stud and considered eyecandy by many on campus, he remained single.
Marc wander over to his locker and removed a large gym bag. Hearing foot steps he presumed it was the Coach. "I forgot my bag. I figured I just come back and..." Turning around he caught sight of the large bearman standing only a few yards away from him. His face looked like he was going to scream, but no sound came out.
Justin approached as Marc backed himself up against the lockers. "Hello Marc. I've been wanting to get you naked for a long time now, but I never thought I would be like this."
"W-what are you? Some kind of f-freak?!" Marc stuttered.
"I'm what you are about to become. But you can call me your Daddy," with that Justin pawed at the front pockets of Marc's shirt. Clawing it off of him and drawing a little blood from the skin beneath. Doing the same to his jeans and boxers, Marc now stood there with barely a stitch on him.
Even though Marc was scared witless, he found Justin's bear form to be surprisingly erotic. Justin licked Marc's wounds on his chest before moving down his body to his rapidly hardening cock.
As Justin began licking on Marc's shaft, his hands wandered to his nipples. He toyed with them momentarily before getting right into working them over with his thumb and index finger. He would occasionally stop tweaking himself to scratch at the wounds Justin made. Failing to notice the thick black hair that was sprouting and spreading from the claw-made lacerations.
As soon as Justin felt that Marc couldn't get any harder he turned him around and faced him up against the lockers. Marc, spread eagle, tried to keep himself from being crushed up against the polished metal and lacquered wood lockers. Just grabbed him around the waist with two furry paw-like hands and teased Marc awaiting hole with the head of his shaft.
As the precum slicked the area, Marc moaned. Partially in pleasure, but increasingly from pain. Pain from the itching heat of blackened fur that was spreading across his chest. Justin bit down hard onto Marc's shoulder. Releasing his bite he watched the would heal slightly and begin to sprout black hair around it as well.
Justin continued his lubrication for only a moment longer before slipping his cock inside him. As he pushed deeper and deeper he watched as Marc changed. Lush black fur spreading across his back. The hair on his head starting out curly and finally straightening out as is got longer and more coarse. His ears took on fur a seemed to shift slightly higher up on his head. As Marc's face pushed out to form a short snout, a furry beard graced the bottom of his chin. Incisors sharpening.
With each thrust Marc grunted. With each grunt, his voice became deeper, huskier, growlier. His arms and legs thickened in circumference throwing off what remaining fabric there was. His shoes ripped apart as clawed feet emerged. Clawed and padded paws replaced hands. With each thrust Marc became less and less of a football stud and more and more of an Ursine god. With one final push and roar Justin came inside Marc. At the same time Marc shot his load all over the locker front.
Slowly Justin withdrew himself from Marc. The furry quarterback turned around and, still dripping with semen, he planted a muzzled to muzzle kiss on Justin. Tongues wrestling. Saliva was running slightly from their lips. Justin went back back down on Marc to clean him up. Savoring every last drop.
"I want more," Marc said in a voice barely recognizable as the man he once was. "I want you!" Marc pushed Justin into the shower stall, where his new lover once hid.
Justin was momentarily shocked by this sudden dominance in Marc. The new bearman couldn't get enough. He played with Justin's nub of a tale momentarily before positioning himself to push his new cock into his furry mate. Already primed, it didn't take long for Marc to come and Justin to once again blow his load. Afterall, being a bear did have it's advantages.
Justin gave Marc a knowing look and they bounded off to find others to share their gift with. Soon the whole campus would be one bear den.
Who knows where Coach Kowalski and his fuck buddy Steve found. Perhaps Justin would show off his new mate to Doc McArt and Carl.
The night was moving on. The cleaning personnel were making their rounds. Entering the locker room, Walt noticed the place had a distinctly musky scent. There seemed to be a pool of liquid in the shower that wasn't water and some even slopped on some of the lockers.
He moved towards it, unaware that his pants were tenting from the aroma.