Sacked
Sacked
This story contains sexual acts, written in graphic detail. Since that's why you're reading it to begin with, do enjoy. If you're under the legal age to read such materials, shame on you. :P This story contains sexual acts of both a heterosexual and homosexual nature, as well as voyeurism.
You shouldn't look at the scoreboard. At least, that's what Tate Stromberger told himself as he glanced up at it. The White Bengal Tiger brought a white-furred paw up to his facemask and adjusted it a bit; a nervous habit of his. It was a good time to be nervous on fourth down with six to go. Wouldn't be so bad if there was more than eight seconds left on the game clock. Would also help to not be twenty five yards away from the goal-line.
The crowd cheering was getting loud now as he lined up behind his center. This was an important game for the River City Felines. It was a big local event, the annual game between the Felines and the Rockwood Canines. Not the pros by any stretch, just a couple of amateur teams taking a stereotypical rivalry to the field. Neither of the teams had a species restriction, but the majority of each confirmed the respective mascot. There were the purist fans out there who frowned on players like Tony, the big brown bear of a center who was placing a pair of meaty paws on the ball. Most though, were ok seeing some diversity...especially with a player as big and strong as Tony.
Tate took a quick glance around him as he got ready. "Set. Red-42, red-42. Hut, hut!" With that Tony placed the ball squarely in the white tiger quarterback paws. Tate took a few steps back, didn't see any danger. His yellow eyes started scanning downfield, frustrated by the lack of seeing any of his receivers open. That'd been the story of the day really, Tate hadn't been able to connect much at all. The only reason the Felines clawed their way up to only a six point deficit was thanks to their running game, which the cats always did well at.
Finally, he had an open man and the tiger brought his arm back. That's when it all went to shit. As soon as he got ready to let loose, Tate could feel a massive impact from behind, as one of the defenders wrapped arms around his torso. He pulled the ball close to him as much as he could and figured that this one was going to hurt. It did. The whistle blowed as he hit the ground, and the crowd went wild with a mix of booing and cheering. As for Tate, he pounded the dirt with a fist and let out a hearty "Fuck!"
It was over. For the third year in a row Rockwood would take the win. As Tate Stromberger started to get up though, he felt something absolutely unmistakable. It wasn't the sting of defeat, or the sting from the sack, for that matter. What it was, much to his disbelief, was the paw of the defender that just sacked him giving a nice, firm grope to his butt accompanied by a sinister chuckle coming from above.
The other got up and Tate lifted himself up right after, looking around frantically in the mass of uniforms and sideliners that were spilling onto the field and ignoring the pity pats on the back from his own teammates. He glimpsed number 91 walking away almost too casually. That was Mark Forrester, the German Shepherd outside linebacker. Mark turned his head and smirked, giving a swish of his tail as he disappeared into the crowd.
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The post game was the usual. The team was cleaning up in the locker room of the university that hosted their league home games. After the unpleasant dressing down by the coach Tate had quietly headed to the office outside the locker rooms. A few of the teammates stopped by and said bye before they trickled out one by one. He taught at the university, so he was responsible for locking up the facilities after games.
He sighed and got up from his chair and headed towards the showers. He usually liked to wait till everyone else had left so that he had the place to himself. The place was dead quiet, save for the occasional droplet of water from the shower heads hitting the hard tile. Images from the defeat replayed themselves in the professor's head, his intellectual side taking over and trying to redo the plays that went wrong...that seemed to be most of them.
With a slow back and forth motion the long black and white striped tail swayed behind the powerful legs of the tiger, his toe-claws clacking on the tile slightly.
"Ahem." The voice startled him out of his thinking trance as his head swiveled around to its source. The corners of Tate's muzzle curled into a wide, toothy grin. Standing in the corner was Becky, his raccoon girlfriend. She had her arms folded across her chest, and was shaking her head mockingly. "Don't quit your day job, babe."
Tate chuckled as the two closed distances together and met with a quick kiss. She was a good six inches shorter than the tiger. In good raccoon form, she was on the thick side and came with an irresistible playful demeanor. Long black hair flowed over her shoulders to just above her breasts. They weren't huge, but they were a decent handful. He looked in her excited eyes for a few seconds as he snuck a paw around to her striped tail and gave it a good playful tug.
The coongirl squealed a bit and returned the favor with a playful nip to Tate's neck. This wasn't the first time she'd met him after a game in the locker room for a little fun. Some of the guys on the team had to know by now, too. Something about the setting turned her on, a fact he was only too happy to take advantage of. He looked down at the short skirt she was wearing, and his own bare body. "Mind telling me why you're not naked yet, girl?"
She giggled, trying to hide her face from the large tiger's rough tongue licking at her muzzle. As she placed her paws on his well toned torso, trying to push him away playfully, his own had found their way to her skirt and were undoing it. Becky didn't resist, and stepped backwards and out of her skirt and panties.
The pair bumped noses briefly, and with a low rumble in his throat Tate pulled the girl into a good kiss. She couldn't help but shiver in delight. Just as she was starting to get lost in the moment she swore she heard something in the locker room, and pulled back a bit. "Did you hear something?"
Tate rolled his eyes at her. "Nobody else is in here, trust me."
Little did he know that there was indeed someone else present. Someone who didn't wish to be seen or heard.
Mark Forrester thought he was caught for a moment, but the cocky grin soon reappeared on his black and tan muzzle as he stealthily closed the door behind him. The Shep knew that Tate stayed late after games and was hoping to surprise the tiger. He had no idea that the quarterback would already have company.
No matter, Mark would enjoy the show, then go show that kitty things that a girl could never do for him. He had to be careful though, the other two were clearly getting into things, judging by the whimpers and breathing. Even just listening to that was making things uncomfortably tight in the jeans, but listening wasn't going to be enough.
He poked his head around the corner tentatively, sensitive nostrils picking up a strong whiff of masculine musk and female. The girl was saying something, but he couldn't understand it. The German Shepherd's eyes scanned around the room. The other two were clearly to the left around a corner, where he couldn't see them. There! A utility closet with a nice slotted metal vent at the bottom of the open door; should be right across from where the busy couple was.
Ignoring the noises and smells for just a few moments, Mark quietly padded to the closet, taking just a quick glimpse to make sure the others weren't looking. They weren't. He moved fast, into the closet and slowly shutting the door behind him. He didn't close it all the way; no need to make any noise.
The sheppy couldn't believe this was actually working. With his tail twitching behind him in excitement he lowered himself to the ground, peeking through the slits in the metal vent. Oh this was perfect, straight across the locker room they were. Tate Stromberger had a raccoon girl completely lifted off her feet (which were wrapped around the tiger's waist) and was doing her right against the wall. Mark fiddled with his belt, loosening up his pants while his eyes were mesmerized by the nearby white tiger's ass; the muscles flexing in it as the tiger pounded his girl hard.
The dog felt himself get almost painfully hard as he heard the tiger let out a lusty roar and saw him bite into the neck of the raccoon girl. Mark slipped his jeans off and curled his fingers around his fully hard shaft; smearing a bit of pre across it with his thumb. He might be gay, but this was fucking hot to watch. Just thinking about that gorgeous tiger ass and how it was going to feel as he groped it was driving the voyeur crazy.
Tate had to be getting close now, evidenced by his heavy breathing. Mark shifted a bit, spreading his legs and running a claw teasingly down the middle of his fuzzy sack. The shep closed his eyes for just a moment and let out a very soft gasp before fixing his sight back on the show.
The thundering roar emanating from the tiger as he climaxed nearly made Mark's neckfur stand on edge. He watched with intensity as the white tiger buried his muzzle into his females breasts as his hips shoved hers into the wall with force. Mark had to stop touching himself, he didn't want to risk pushing himself over the edge; the sounds and sights could certainly put him there.
A little satisfied whimper escaped from the raccoon as she clung to her tiger for what seemed to Mark like forever. Finally, Tate pulled out. The sensation caused the girl to shudder, and Mark heard, and saw, a healthy glob of tiger cum hit the tile. The sheppy had to calm himself down. He reached over to his jeans and into the pocket; grabbing the little bottle of lube he had stashed in there. Now was the time to stay hidden, and hope that the girl would leave...
Tate purred to himself as the hot, steamy, shower water soaked itself through his fur. That release helped his mood a lot, but he could definitely go for more. Becky seemed to get that itch scratched a lot faster than he ever could. He leaned his head back a bit and massaged the soap into the fur around his sticky, still semi hard member.
The tiger raised his arms up to wet underneath them, and that was the moment of vulnerability he needed to create. Tate tensed up, and gasped in shock as a pair of black and tan arms wrapped around his torso; the body they belonged to pushing him against the shower wall. He growled lowly, but stopped abruptly as he felt the pinpricks of sharp teeth on his neck scruff. Tate knew who it was, it had to be Mark Forrester from earlier, but what in the fuck was this supposed to be?
The teeth let up but the arms still held him tight against the canine behind him, and the other's body held him tight against the wall. He shivered involuntarily as a warm and wet tongue lashed out across his left ear, followed by a few tender nibbles then the same sinister chuckle Tate heard earlier on the field.
The German Shepherd spoke, in a tone that barely concealed his excitement. "You need to watch your backside better, QB, or someone like me is going to keep sneaking up on ya. That was a cute girl that just left, but I'm betting she didn't satisfy you where you really need it."
The pinned feline wiggled a bit, testing the strength of the linebacker. He wasn't going to be able to overpower that dog. "How did you..-", his sentence trailed off and his cat eyes shot wide open as he felt something poking under his tail.
Mark loosened his grip cautiously, making sure that his captive wasn't about to flee. As suspected the tiger was actually pushing himself back against the sheppy of his own accord now. A sly smirk crept over the spotty brown muzzle of the ambusher. Mark had it on good authority that while the River City Felines quarterback put on a good show with the girlfriend, he absolutely loved playing with the boys if the chance came up. It seemed that the scuttlebutt was true. Tate reached over and turned the water off, quieting the room and leaving just the thick steam behind.
The dog took a step back, placing both his paws on those tight tiger cheeks. A good squeeze caused his "captive" to purr and arch up a bit. "Mmm, that's a good kitty. You sit pretty for just a moment..". Mark reached behind him and grabbed the bottle of lube he had set on the floor. The sound of the bottle cap opening made the tiger's tail twitch and ears fold down a bit.
Mark moved back behind the tiger, eagerly rubbing slick finger against the pink tailhole of the other. After just a few moments he pushed his index finger in carefully. It met little resistance, and the shep soon pushed a second in, giggling a bit as he felt his fingers brush up against the prostate. Then, without any notice he pulled the digits out, making Tate whimper slightly and raise his tail up. That's exactly what Mark wanted to see.
The shep closed his eyes as he poured some of the cold lube onto himself. He spread it around his cock. Tate was looking back at him longingly now, taking in the sight of what was about to be stuffed under his tail. Mark was only too happy to oblige, and he gave himself a few lubed up vanity strokes. He wasn't gigantic, by any means, but it was certainly enough to be proud about. The German Shepherd measured around seven and a half inches long, and in typical canine fashion had a tapered tip. He saw the tiger's eyes move down to look at the already enlarged knot.
Tate licked his chops eagerly and rumbled, and that was all the encouragement that the sheppy needed.
Mark rested a paw on the right hip of his shower stall companion and gave a little nuzzle into the tiger's neck. He didn't think this would end up being this sort of sex. As he lined up his tip to Tate's slicked up tailhole, he chuckled to himself quietly. He pictured this going down as a rough, down and dirty fuck, but this was almost affectionate.
With a little push from his hips, and a happy rumble from the tiger, he was in. Mark took his guiding paw off himself and slowly pressed in, murring as the muscles in Tate's ass gave way little by little for his cock. With eager and impatient tailflicks the shep eventually had himself in up to the knot. Mark placed his paws on the other's hips as he pulled himself out, smiling at the shuddering that he was causing his tiger to do as he pushed himself back in.
Tate extended his claws and scratched at the wall tile. The sensations that the German Shepherd was giving him were intense. He started to push back against the hard canine cock as it was thrusting in. That brought a "good kitty" from Mark, which only made the white tiger's lowered ears flush with red. Tate tried to move a paw down to touch himself but jerked it back as it was slapped away by the shepherd behind him. "You'll cum when I say, kitty... not before." Oh the quarterback was loving this. It'd been ages since someone had put him in his place.
Mark shuddered a bit as the pace of the fucking got pretty heated, he wanted this to last a lot longer, but there was just no way. He was far too worked up from the anticipation of the entire thing, as well as the little show he got to watch. Tate clenched himself playfully, making the shep whimper in pleasure.
He couldn't help but take a muzzle full of shoulder-scruff as his head started swimming with ecstasy, crossing the point of no return. He bit down just hard enough for that good sort of hurt as he jammed that big knot against the tigers tailhole. The cat was pushing back just as hard, wanting it all inside him.
With one last forceful push the knot popped in. Mark lost his composure immediatly, going completely primal. He bit down hard, and pushed the tiger up against the wall with every ounce of energy he had as he let out a muffled grunt.
Tate couldn't help but let out a lusty roar as he felt himself stretched beyond what he thought possible. He reared his head back as he felt the teeth biting into him, only to feel his face pressed against the shower wall. The tiger felt the pulsing cock inside him, and a warmth flowing into his deep regions. It seemed to last forever, the throbbing member inside him finally went still, and the maw on his shoulder let up. The pair exchanged affectionate licks for a few minutes.
Finally, Mark broke the silence. "Hey uh... this might be a few minutes.."
Tate chuckled and slipped his hands behind himself, putting his paws on the German Shepherd's rump and pulling him in close. "Works for me, but when do I get off?"
Once again there was that sinister chuckle. "Well, Tate, when your lousy team beats mine."