BE WARNED: Please know now that this chapter introduces elements of futanari. If that's not something you enjoy, then this story is not for you.
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".. stupid fucking cheer practice out in this hot fucking sun.. "
Eloise grumbled to herself the entire length of the way as she plodded along back towards the distant campus gymnasium locker room doors. Behind her, the wheels on the cart she was responsible for towing back to the locker room crunched over the sunbaked chaparral grasses of the pass-less-trodden. She could feel her perky pair of jiggling buttcheeks glistening with a thin layer of sweat, along with the rest of her utterly exposed body. Using the palm of the hand that wasn't latched onto the handle of the wagon, Eloise wiped at her dripping chest in a mostly symbolic gesture of ridding herself of the wetness coating every inch of her almost totally all-eyes-invited figure. In fact, of all of the articles of clothing she headed to the practice field with, the only ones left were her shoes. Eloise shot the toe of one of her vibrantly-colored trainers towards an exposed tract of dirt in between the one-square-foot patches of poorly-watered landscaping sod. A thin mistiang of dirt flew up into the air in front of her, and immediately found its way directly onto Eloise's sweat-beaded body.
"Just fucking great," Eloise sighed to herself.
By the time the sweat-caked, nubile, and naked fledgling cheerer had finished hauling the heavily gear-laden cart from the recently manicured and painted cheerleading practice grounds, the sun was beating down at her from dead-center in the middle of the picturesque blue sky. She could feel the heat radiating down from the top of her head, cascading down over her shoulders before dissipating across the the flushed-red and lightly tanned flesh that had been exposed to the hot light all afternoon. As soon as Eloise had walked out onto the grass outside the back door to the gymnasium locker room that morning to begin practice with her new squadmates, she knew she had made wardrobing error. A pair of tie-dye, curve-hugging, spandex-blend workout short-shorts to match the funky color palette of her sports bra and sneakers made for a cute ensemble, but did her no favors in the broiling sun. The cheeky pair of booty-flaunting, skin-tight shorts flexed when she walked, bounced, flipped, or otherwise was hoisted up into the air by the supporting hands of her new friends. She went form over function, and her dully stinging skin was a testament to that mistake. Her squadmates seemed to like her getup, though, so at least she had that to comfort her -- that is, she did until she was instructed to remove every psychedelically-colored scrap of fabric. Now, when she looked back at the cart she was leading, she could see the workout clothes peeking out while otherwise buried underneath a mountain of equipment. The only thing that kept her going, at this point, was the hot shower that she had waiting for on the other side of those double-doors. She sighed contentedly, knowing that at least she'd have the shower all to herself.
The evening before, Eloise had to sit and listen to her only friend in the world drone on ad-nauseum via Skype about how "brutal" and how "inhumane" her teammates were going to haze her. She had read about it on the internet, and she wanted to make sure Eloise was physically and mentally prepared for it. In practice today, however, the squad had been nothing but nice to her. They had treated her like one of the girls, and this was her first day of real practice. Some playful ass-smacks here and there, and they even included her in playful name-calling with commonplace monikers like "whore," and "slut," that were tossed around all day, but nothing out of the ordinary, Eloise figured. It was just like her friend to not understand, and she was relieved that she hadn't bought into that alarmist line of thinking. It's just what teammates do to each other, and Eloise wasn't about to freak out and run home crying because Amber called her a "dirty cocksucker" when Eloise had her feet come out from under her on the landing of a back handspring and toppled gracelessly to the dirt, thus meaning the whole routine needed to be started again from the top. It was fine when Taryn smacked her doughy rump and squeezed one of her buttery buns for a second longer than any of the other chicks had that day. These were bonds that she knew she would reflect back on for the rest of her life. Some of the relationships she formed in the Lancaster University Varsity cheerleading squad would change her life. Probably.
Towards the end of practice that day, however, Eloise had her first taste thus-far of what she would regard as a particularly "brutal" hazing tradition. Some time in the middle of the afternoon of sweaty, strenuous practice, Eloise been approached by Alice, the co-captain who wielded her authority like a club. Alice was a tan-skinned latina with a tight figure and head of even tighter messy, shoulder-length curls that bobbed just above her shoulders. She was curt, straight-to-the-point, and never bothered to wait around for input when she gave an instruction. So, when Alice snapped her fingers in Eloise's face to get her attention, Eloise snapped up straight and fixed her focus on whatever Alice had locked-and-loaded.
"Hey, skank, you're going to re-line the practice field and gather up all of the gear before you're allowed to head back inside. Once there, you'll receive further instruction on what to do. I don't want to hear a word about it, either. Just do it." Eloise nodded in response, but before she had the chance to vocalize her dogged devotion to the well-being of the squad, Alice was marching off in the other direction, no doubt to deliver some other instruction to other subordinates. Eloise watched her walk away for a moment, then, thought about the workout gear she had donned that morning -- the same workout gear that she had been kicking herself for all day. It flaunted her delectable rump, it showed off her boyish chest, and made her stick out like a proverbial peacock. What it didn't do, however, was shield her from the abuse of the sun. After a moment, Eloise figured that she had come up with a solution that would solve everything. In the seconds that followed, she managed to open her mouth and fail to keep herself out of trouble.
"It's really hot out here, b-bitch.." she began, tripping over at an attempt to 'fit in' with a jab of her own. "Can I do it first thing tomorrow morning before it gets this hot?" Eloise called after Alice. She knew she had screwed up the moment she watched a couple of girls off in the distance instinctively reach up to touch their mouths in shock. She watched another girl drop her chin to her chest and proceed to shake her head. Alice, meanwhile, had halted mid-stride. Eloise closed her eyes and sharply exhaled through her nose.
"Fuck." Eloise thought to herself.
Alice must've turned around to face her while she was silently lamenting her poor decision making skills, because Alice's voice boomed towards her as if she were using a megaphone to deliver her words.
"Oh yeah? It's too hot, bitch? Alright, how about this.." Alice growled before a blithe cheer rang out and cut Alice off before she could finish handing down her punishment.
