For the Love of the Game
Would all sports be better if they were played naked? What this story presupposes is... yes, yes they would. :3
This story was written for Gamerfox as part of my themed Patreon request day for March 2018. This month's theme was "March Madness." The story contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults, and nude sports related fun! :3
For the Love of the Game
Paw-pads squeaked against the gym floor as the thudding of the ball echoed its way down the court. Grace stopped short and twisted her way past someone attempting a block, flinging the ball back to Francesca with a cry of support. They made another few feet, but not much more than that before the lithe rabbit was stopped in her tracks by one of the tallest players on the other team, a burly stag. He grinned as he loomed over her, not making contact with the much smaller woman but cutting off all but the slimmest avenue of escape. Thankfully for Francesca, that was all she needed. She ducked down and swept clean beneath the stag's outstretched arms, drumming the ball rapidly against the court as she remained hunched over, seeking an opening.
Sure enough, she soon found it. The ball sailed through the air and into Jack's sturdy hands, the maned wolf's tall, limber frame taking just a few strides as he thundered the ball to the ground before leaping, sailing upward, and landing a perfect basket.
The team rallied around those responsible for their latest points, embracing, pressing fur against bare fur without shame. Even the stag himself flashed Francesca a nod of respect and approval, and she beamed back at him as they slipped back into formation for the next play.
The SNBL, the State Nude Basketball League, wasn't well known by any means. They didn't have audiences during their games, and they didn't play for glory or for money. They played, in general at least, for two main reasons. First of all, as a way to engage with the local nudist and naturist community in more constructive and regimented activities than just hanging out at a nudist resort or nudist-friendly neighbourhood. And secondly, for the love of the game. Without a prize beyond bragging rights amongst their own community, without an audience to show off for, love of the game was all they needed. Plus, it meant that they could be a lot more pleasant to one another as players, regardless of which side of the court they were playing upon.
At no point was this more the case than just a minute or so from the end of the game. A shot ricocheted off the back-board and back onto the court, but as a player from the defending team tried to get a hand on it, it flicked past their outstretched fingers and directly towards the bare, unguarded crotch of the stag. Already several members of both teams were wincing in horrified anticipation of the agonising nut-shot that was an unfortunate occasional side effect of their choice to play naked, but at the last second Francesca swept in and blocked the shot with her own backside, practically throwing her arms around the stag's waist in the process to ensure she remained between the ball and his balls.
Both teams cheered as the ball bounced harmlessly away, and as she giggled and gently rubbed at the cheek of her rump where the ball had impacted with only a slight stinging, Francesca beamed up at the stag. He grinned, and nodded down at her with sincere gratitude.
"I owe you big-time for that."
His voice was deep and soft, and as he reached down to shake the caramel furred rabbit's hand, his fingers practically swallowed up the entirety of her much more dainty paw.
Barely thirty seconds later, with no change to the score, Francesca's team celebrated. She, Jack and Grace were lifted into the air upon their team's shoulders. She squealed with laughter as paws held and groped at her butt, her thighs, even feeling a warm palm cupping her nether regions as she was bounced and cheered happily towards the locker room in the wake of hands being shaken and respectful, sincere murmurs of 'Good game!' being shared in abundance between the teams.
Even now that the game was over however, the team's love of the game continued. Their adoration for the sport, for their team, and for the companionship, the camaraderie it helped to foster, persisted in abundance.
Before they even made it into the locker room, Francesca could see hands wandering. Bodies trembling in excitement. She could hear giggles, murmurs, whispers as some people headed straight for their lockers while others went to the shower block first. She watched as their team's burly lioness point guard dropped to her knees and began to nuzzle at the swelling crotch of one of their defensive players. She giggled as Jack was led away towards the showers by two other men, simultaneously stroking him towards full arousal with their hands while they asked him for tips on their shot technique. The rabbit herself meanwhile gravitated towards Grace as the vixen too was deposited down on the ground once more. They embraced. They giggled, they kissed, and their hands were already drifting over one another's asses, squeezing and fondling as their rubbed their lithe bodies intimately together, when Grace gasped.
"O-ooh... Franci... you've got a visitor."
To Francesca's surprise she felt the vixen pulling away from their embrace, and nodding over her shoulder. The rabbit glanced around, and she squeaked in undeniable excitement as she saw a head peeking through the locker room door, looking right at her with a bashful, hopeful smile.
Francesca looked back towards the vixen bashfully, a little guiltily perhaps, but before she could say a word Grace squeezed her paws tightly and grinned, nodding eagerly to the bunny.
"Go on. Just... promise me you'll tell me everything."
Francesca blushed, and whimpered happily as she leaned in to kiss her wife on the lips.
"Tonight. Every detail, while I have my fingers buried inside you."
They giggled together again, and then they parted ways. The vixen darted ahead to catch up with another couple of ladies headed for the showers, playfully spanking them both on the asses as she darted past and shrieking with laugher as they gave chase. The rabbit meanwhile just walked slowly, calmly over to the door, and smiled at the stag.
"Hi."
She murmured to him.
"H-hi..."
He murmured back, his voice still so deep, so rich and mellow.
Francesca pulled the locker room door open, and in doing so revealed the buff, naked male in his entirety. He was almost two feet taller than her, and now, unlike before, the crotch that she had saved from the basketball's impact was bearing a fully swollen erection of over a foot in length. The stag blushed nervously as she regarded his rampant hard-on, but he sagged slightly in relief when a soft moan escaped her lips, and she looked away from his cock, back up into his eyes.
"My... uh... m-my teammates told me there's a tradition in this league."
The stag explained. Despite his size, he was young, maybe only twenty or twenty one years old to Francesca's thirty four. This was one of their first matches of the year, but Francesca hadn't considered until just now that this was probably the stag's first ever competitive game against folks other than his local teammates. He was still new to the SNBL, still new to their rules and traditions. No wonder he was a little shy.
She smiled warmly, encouragingly to him, and nodded.
"That's right. But... only if you want to. There's no pressure. There's no shame in saying no. That's far more important than any dumb traditions some people in the league might choose to keep up."
His face burned crimson beneath his sandy brown cheeks.
"I... I'd... I'd like to. Only if you do too of course! And I totally get it if you don't, I know I'm brand new and it's my own fault for not keeping a better eye on the ball and..."
The stag's voice abruptly trailed off as Francesca reached out and took one of his hands in hers. She squeezed it gently.
"What's your name?"
He looked confused for a moment. Frustrated, as though he had somehow forgotten the answer to that question. Eventually he murmured a bashful response.
"T-Thomas."
Francesca smiled at him, and stepped out through the door, beginning to lead him by the hand back towards the court.
"Well, Thomas... would you like to thank me for saving your balls from injury?"
She looked back over her shoulder, the male swallowing thickly and nodding, letting loose a soft, lowing groan as his eyes lingered on her swaying backside.
"Good, because... I'd really enjoy it if you thanked me as tradition suggests."
The bunny moaned tenderly, seductively back at him.
"Laying me down on centre court... and making me scream so loud that both our teams can hear us."
By Jeeves
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