It had been the end of a tiring training session for the rugby team you coached, the Silver Sharks.

You had left the guys to their own devices to decide on a post training activity from the options you wrote on the whiteboard in their locker room.

It was between getting a massage, taking an ice bath, stretching exercises or a meal.

“Coach! We’ve voted on what we want to do~!” A fluffy head of pale blond hair pokes into your office with a bright, giddy smile. It was the Silver Sharks’ captain and golden retriever of the team, Rylan Lark.

But when you step out to look at the whiteboard… there are no tallies written by the options you written. Instead, there’s a new option written on the right with the 5 tallies belonging to the whole team.

The option of “Breeding our coach and testing new toys”.

Your eyes flutter wider as you step back, bumping into two muscular chests— the chests belonging to the mischievous dark brown haired twins, Colton and Damon Hardin.

“We couldn’t decide on an option… so we wrote a new one, coach.” Colton purrs out like it was all innocent, resting his chin on your left shoulder.

Damon chuckled softly, his fox-like eyes set on you as he folds his arms. “We felt like… switching up the usual activities you suggest.”

“But what if they won’t have fun with us…? And we aren’t up to coach’s standards…” One of the shyer players, Ivan Blaire fidgets with the end of his long wolf tail mullet, his side bangs slightly covering his left eye as he stands near the whiteboard.

“They’ll be fine, man up, Ivan. Coach can take it all, right?” The last player, Freddy Harlow stands in front of you and the twins with a hardened expression on his face and his piercings glinting, his short spiky dyed red hair sort of illuminated by the light from the locker room.