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The bear could only burst out laughing as the word on the pamphlet registered in his head.

“Ass inspector? And a free scholarship too?” He thought, shaking his head at the ridiculous imagery playing in his mind. However Visen’s eyes were already set on the bigger prize and with determined steps he went with the paper in hand ready to share his findings to his friend Fextros.

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At the field Visen could only grunt from the merciless sun beating down upon him, cursing the very light that made him sweat buckets. Luckily for the bear his prayer would be heard by his kangaroo friend sitting at his side, offering him a cold water bottle which the bear gratefully accepted.

“Are you sure it’s real?” Fextros the kangaroo would question, turning his face to perhaps catch early glimpses of the mentioned coach from the many people on the field.

The bear shrugs, leaning back on the bleachers and closing his eyes with a sigh.

“Only one way to know for sure, like a trex would ever appear-". However the rest of the words caught in his mouth as the panicked shakes from his friend made Visen sit at attention.

Peering with his eyes, the bear could see a grinning tyrannosaurus rex in the distance. Bored and not sensing any danger, the bear began to play with the perspective and pretended to pick up the dinosaur that approached. However that carefree smile began to slowly fade as the T.rex came closer into view.

The water inside the plastic bottles rippled as the quakes on the ground grew stronger and stronger until the trex came to a stop. Before the duo was a large imposing dinosaur dressed as a coach eclipsing the very sun with his own powerful body. The T.rex stare was unbreaking and rows of sharp teeth peeked from his grin, soon the first lesson would begin.

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Flint the large Trex chuckled as he tapped at the timer as it slowly ticked down. Below him at the rear was the bear and kangaroo trapped between the tight fabric of the shorts and the large sweaty butt. Their faces shoved deep into the opening of the crack as the stretched fabric held them in place. However muffled moans could be heard by the two as the large tattooed behind began to slowly dominate their mind with each clench.

The duo would soon never forget the taste, smell or the feeling of their new favourite coach’s sweaty rear once the first lesson was over… If Flint ever decides to let them out of curse~