Marquette Coach Chism Tyrell Goforth scolded his boys on a timeout for arrogant plays on their part against Horton-Dexter. Having lost the ball on the 40 yard line to the Swallow's own Antoine Boss, he was not happy. When you have a giant of a man resembling actor Joe Manganiello, his hair shoulder length, standing at 6'4, 280 pounds bending your ears you listened. The team had really strong players but at times they grew careless, this was one of those moments. When Chism whipped his ballcap around they knew it was ass chewing fundamentals. Cowboy hat in reserve for the big win, or unless he felt like acting like a stud.
"Are you protecting or checking out Turnbull's ass Loomis? How did you let those guys get in to sack Brody?"
"Sorry Coach." Loomis Chalk stared at the ground rather than meet eyes with Chism.
"Don't you dare let anyone near Brody again or you'll be dusting your namesake off my boot. Bronx? Stay on Turnbull as backup."
"On him Coach..." Everyone looked at the giant for his tone, "You know what I mean. Sick fuckers!" He hissed. They liked to mess with the 380 pound athlete, he being their teams counterpart to Horton-Dexter's own resident giant Calvin Knobb's.
"Get back out there and be a fuckin' Badger, not a Ferret!" Coach slapped his hands leading to a team wide mimic of hands. As they took back to the field Chism scowled looking first toward his uneasy fans in the stands, the cheerleaders keeping peace and..."Where's Maya?" Chism and cheerleading Coach Maya Trinidad were a hot item at Marquette. So hot they had troubles keeping their hands off one another even during school hours. Sound familiar? It must be contagious! Giving up on his search he turned toward the Swallow bleachers across the field. "Well now...who do we have here?"
Watching Piper Cherry perform somersaults with no panties on made his beard bristle. "Almost as bold as Maya! Shit...maybe bolder." Don't let Maya hear you say that Chism. "What the hell kind of uniforms are those gals wearing? T-shirts with feathers, no skirts...G-strings?" His mouth was watering. As he heard a Ref whistle he had to force his gaze and commitment back on his job. Subtle glances were inevitable. Where the hell was Maya?
"Done tying your shoe?" Maya Trinidad told Mace Belmont as he dared to slyly sneak behind the bleachers where she was stripped naked and changing into her Badgerl micro fur bikini. Taking her time to appeal to his lust, knowing he was the nephew of her new blond adversary she taunted him with fingernail teasing around her areolas. Maya never played by the rules. Of course Mace Belmont was prone to that habit too.
"Yeah! You have a killer body."
"So I hear. Especially when I'm caressed." She removes her fingers from her areolas and holds her bikini straps between clenched lips, freeing them up to touch Mace on the cheek. Her knuckles trailing his jawline, Mace melted in her gorgeous dark eyes. "I will be very disappointed if you do not touch me."
"I..." His guilt lending toward his loyalty to his Aunt Piper ventures his gaze toward the Horton-Dexter side of the field. She noting his hesitance moves in to ever so lightly touch her sweet lips to his the second she recalls his profile back to face her. Her bikini laces still in her teeth are abandoned to trail down over his chest. Eyes bulging Mace whimpers under his breath. As quickly as she kissed him she eased back and peered down at her abdomen, sucking in her perfect tummy even further she points out her neatly trimmed, ornate looking triangular pubes.
Bikini now removed from her teeth she sighs, "Did you notice my bikini lines?"
"Huh? What? Oh! Not...yet." His eyes lower in the darkness, "Not enough light." Thinking fast he pulls out his cellphone and lights up the screen to offer enough light to see an incredible sculpture of a Badger's head complete with shaved lines resembling the facial coloring of a true Badger in the wild. "HOLY FUCK!"
"If you're nice." She winces at him with a devilish stare knowing very well he wanted to bury his face into her cunt. "I often let my students...groom me."
"Wow!" He takes a picture of it before she can object. As if she would! "Screensaver!"
"Enjoy licking your screen tonight. I have to dress for battle now."
"Dress? In what? Fuzzy dental floss?"
"Do you truly believe anyone will complain?"
"Uhhh? Probably not."
"Go tell your Aunt we are at war."
"What? War?"
"Of course. A Falcon cannot outfly a Titan."
"Whoa! You know she..."
"Was married to a person of bad reputation? Of course! I am not holding that against her. I have my own...demon. Our war is on the field." She covers her pussy lips with her thin furry strip of Badger yet her pubes rose high from its den with beady eyes. Maya had no desire to be modest. He faltered watching her put on her bikini top with two more fuzzy brown critters to mask her areolas, if not barely, her mounds fully visible around the blinders. "Fly home now little Swallow, play homing pigeon."
"Right!"
He grit his teeth and turned in step only to find her dragging him back against her chest. Maya's arms reaching around his torso clutch and dig nails into his shirt. A tiny suck upon his left earlobe she whispered, "Join me in my lair after the game." Her hand lowered to his jeans and palmed his tightly concealed erection. "Mmmm! Bring your...rather large friend."
"Eeeep!" He whined and held his breath as her fingertip creased the entire length of his cock before letting him go. Once her chest left his back he felt alone until she whirled around him to place her back against his, her ass pressing up along his denim covered crotch. In the blink of an eye she wiggled away out into the bright lights of field.
"SO FUCKING HER!" He needed to find release his dick was so constricted in his tight jeans he had to unzip his fly for a hint of relief. Following her at a safe distance he exhaled at the top of his lungs and started to move in front of the bleachers. As he did he looked over at Odessa Bradley who was unaware he was still here to see her talking to of all people Knox Hardecker, over his earlier humiliation. They seemed to be getting along fine. "Well that can't be good." Shaking his head he turned and literally walked into Jolene Waco. She had seen him sulking a bit and chose to show him she wasn't as cold as her school made her out to be.
"Hey Zippy!"
"What?" His first thought was she had seen his zipper down, he not wearing underwear his dick's out push might have revealed skin. Hurrying to zip back up in front of her she winced at his reaction. "Sorry! Tight jeans."
"I noticed. Baggy in the back, bursting in the front."
"You checking me out?"
"After our team-up earlier I figure I needed to defend you this time."
"Against who? Knox over there?"
"No! Against Maya. She's a man-eater. How Marquette's Principal lets her get away with her slutty acts I'll...he's probably fucking her too."
"Sounds like my Aunt. She gets away with crap every day. Maybe they really are sworn enemies."
"Maya's nice, just evil at times. She gets what she wants. Her and Coach Goforth out there are living together but they do who and what they want. Chism is just as bad as Maya which makes them a perfect match. He's fucked half my squad there."
"Even Ophelia?"
"You didn't hear that from me."
"You?"
"Oh hell no. I'm not that easy. Well, it depends on who it is." She winked. "I need to get back before Maya scolds me. Find me before you leave tonight."
"I'll try...hard."
"Yes he is." She lowers her gaze, there was that thaw. "Pet the pooch for me." Off she went skipping to rejoin her girls whom had cheered without her.
"I just realized...the streaks in her hair are...kind of Badger like. Must be required as intimidation."
Animal instincts!
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Under the bleachers, the Swallow side of the field.
"I can't go back out there with my ass showing." Travis Herbert pouted with anxiety which he shared with his girl Sable and newfound ally Brandon Foster aka Brandy. If it weren't for Brandon flirting with Trav he might not be trying to hide his bare bottom forced to peer out from the costume hatch of his Swallow's mascot uniform. Not even tailfeathers could cover his lily white derrière.
"You're safe until Coach Crandell tells you to get out there and promote the team." Brandon chuckled. "I'd help you but I'm a cheer queer now. While I know I look good in feather boas I'm not wearing a Caw Caw!" He had to act flamboyant, Counsellor Cherry informed him to be himself no more closet case chirper.
"NOT HELPING!" Sable tried not to laugh. "Wanna wear my panties?" Trav groaned even as Brandon said yes. It took friend and fellow cheerleader Tawny Martin to personally guide Brandon back into formation.
"Get back out there Chick fill-A! I got this." He simply frowned and departed for formation. Once out of their hair Tawny placed her elbow on Sable's shoulder. "That ass is albino."
"Coming from a Ginger!" Trav growled. "Help me out here I can't even climb out of this suit, hatch down or not. Besides I'd be streaking."