A Coach and His mate.

The Coach.

 Both characters are humanoid but one has animalistic traits.

Enjoy.

"Wait a minute... Something's missing." Dyne mumbled, digging through the clothes in his locker. "I know I put it back in here before I went to the shower."

 He continued looking through his clothes for it, but he couldn't find what he was looking for. "Did someone go through my stuff while I was in the shower? I know I forgot my lock, but I wouldn't expect someone to steal from me..."

Dyne turned around and scratched his head as he looked around. He thought he might have dropped it and not noticed, but there was no sign of it lying around.

 A soft sigh slipped from his mouth, and as he turned back to his locker, he heard someone clear his throat from behind him.

"You look troubled, Pup," came a deep, gravelly voice.

There was an orc standing behind Dyne, shirt off and pants on. He had biceps bigger than Dyne's head, and his chest was something to match in how impressive it looked. A sly grin was spread across his face, it being accentuated by his thick, greenish-black eyebrows and equally luscious beard.

It wasn't the first Dyne had seen him around. In fact, it was common for Dyne to steal glances of the orc when he was in the gym or the locker room. He just couldn't help himself whenever he saw the rippling mass of hairy muscle nearby.

"I... I'm just looking for something is all. I seem to have misplaced it," Dyne stammered, trying not to ogle the orc walking towards him.

"Oh? Would it happen to be this?"

The orc's grin grew broader as he held up a jockstrap with a pink waistband that had the words "Daddy's Boy" printed in big black letters across the front of it.

Dyne felt his face burning under his fur, and he looked away as he clutched the towel tightly around his waist, "That... that's not it."

"No?" the orc said, moving even closer to Dyne, forcing the canine back against the lockers. "You sure about that, Pup? Purdy sure I saw you wearin' it while you were out in the gym. You raised your arms up, and I could see 'Daddy's Boy' printed as clear as day."

There was hardly an inch between the orc's chest and Dyne's face now as the orc planted his forearm against the lockers over Dyne. The smell of sweat and heavy musk lingered on the air around Dyne's nose, and it was impossible for him not to breathe it in.

"Well?" the orc grunted. "It's yours, right?"

"Y..yes, it is," Dyne answered meekly.

"Yes, what?"

There was a flick from Dyne's tail as a finger lifted his chin up so he could look the orc in the eyes. Dyne knew just what to say, so he answer, "Yes, sir."

"Good boy," was the reply he got, but then a thoughtful look crossed the orc's face. "Or are you actually a good boy?"

Dyne wasn't sure about what he was talking about at first, then he recalled something that he did recently, and his ears splayed out wide as he looked away again.

"You know what you did, don't you?" the orc said with a playful growl, forcing Dyne to look up at him once again. "The look on yer face says it all." He chuckled and continued, "Didn't think anyone was watchin', did you?"

"N..no," Dyne mumbled.

"No, what?"

"No, sir."