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Bright sunshine burned it's heat through the clear sky of the beautiful green field. Recently cut grass lifting the fresh scent into the air to mix with the smell of white painted lines that draped down the length of this field every yard the entire length of this one hundred yard field. The warm heat from the sky allowing the stands to easily rise from the length of the field in it's oblong bowl shaped design, the bucket seats all down, butts pressed to them, and loud screaming fans calling out as they anticipated the game to start. A sports game like any other, but this one set with a good twist. Furred and scaled hands all lifting into the air with the foot carriers moving about with their goods, collecting money, handing off food, mixing with the cries of the fanbase about who was going to win, stats, theories, everyone had an opinion here and everyone was demanding that the great gods of sports and football have their plan for the game to be the one that was fated to occur. Men, women, there wasn't a single person sitting in these stands that wasn't excited about this game, this bowl, but not a bowl like the Rose Bowl, or the Super Bowl, no, this as a special title, one that any team could challenge another for anytime during the series. A title that could be won at anytime to prove the endurance and capability of the team. This was the Blush Bowl, and it caused this game to be on that children were not permitted to attend.

The Blush Bowl, a challenge that any team can make to another, usually done through coaches that believe that their team can not only take down another team, but also take advantage of their losing status. For the team, the reward is the game, the title of being able to say that they'd taken them down, and taken them hard, but for the coaches this game was a way to allow their guys and girls to dominate, but also at the end to force the other coach into submissive services. For this game the players were among the top in their ranking amongst the league, the coaches had already received plenty of challenges this season only because of their alluring stance, but also because of the strength of their ranks. Being at the top means two things, that you earned your way up there, but also means that you've had to upset so many other people to get there. None had caused this upset more than the two teams that were to be rolling into this stadium today.

As the clock closed in on the starting time for this game the stadium would settle down, people taking their seats, people growing into a shushed silence in anticipation over the starting of the game. This tension was evident everywhere, even down in the locker rooms were the teams were having a similar scene to one another. The soft cry of a pleasure echoing down below out of both tunnels. The grunting and panting to help fight off the yearning to get this specialty match started. They were warmed up, they were pumped and as they shared their pleasure with one another it was the couches entering the locker rooms to give a similar speech to their players, only subtle changes from the information provided, but the respect for the coaches becoming obvious when the players would stop their activities giving the coaches their complete and undivided attention. It was clear how important this game was, and none of them wanted to be responsible for screwing that up.

"Today we're playing a Blush Bowl match. As many of you know this means we need to get in the lead early into the game. For those that don't know, the Blush Bowl is an open challenge that one team makes to another anytime during the season. When one team scores the lead it leaves their inactive players open for our inactive players to have our way with them. If we lose that lead then the other players are welcome to do the same to us, but we're not going to give them that chance. We're not at the rank we're at because we let people walk all over us. We're going to push on the offense, push on the defense, and get that other team on their hands and knees in front of their fans, families, whatever. We are going to tear them down, take them home, and tear them down again. Do you all understand me?!"

The cheering of the players would erupt from the depths of the tunnels, the cheer leaders calling for the uproar of the crowd just as their favorite players burst through the tunnel gates and into the field. Moving to help rial the fans even more as these players prepared themselves for war against the opposing teams. It had been a long time sense the football leagues had stopped permitting women and men to play in the same sport, and now it was time to once again prove why they allowed such a thing. With the groups coming into view of one another they'd start making gestures, but nothing that would take away from the game. It was all for the people in the stands, and those people loved it. As the two head quarter backs found their way towards the center of this field a referee would meet them mid-way, armed with nothing more than an official coin in order to look at the team to his left and then his right.

"Alright you guys, let's have a fun game out there. If it lands heads the choice goes to the Jackals, if tails it goes to the Red Dragons." His furred hand would flick his thumb hard into the air, the two quarterbacks backing away to give it room to land on the ground and when it did hit the grass the coin bounced up coming to settle back down. The three of them quickly crowded it, looking down at the shiny coin. "HEADS!" Was the announcement given for the results, eyes immediately turning towards the fox that was gripping his helmet underarm.

Those yellow eyes turning towards the coach and then the referee, "Give them the ball, we'll be receiving." he told them, getting an uproar from the crowd in the stands before the ball was handed to the other team and he'd rush back to his own placing his helmet on his head and fastening it down. This serpent knew his game well, he wanted to have his team receive so that they could get a point early on and start wearing out the other team off of the field.

It wasn't the quarterback that would be heading into the field, but the receiver team aiming hurry themselves out and wait by their in-zone in order to anticipate that punt, the opposing defending team would have their star punter out early, wanting to get this game on the defense in a hurry in order to pin them down and take that ball from them so that they could score and turn the tables on these proud beasts that had accepted their challenge for a Blush Bowl game. The insolence of believing that they could take on the Red Dragons in a challenge that the red dressed team had already won several times over now against other teams would be their undoing. The dragons would see to it that this dark colored opponent team would fall this day, and with them their lovely black outfits would be stained white with defeat.

It's said that an entire game can be dictated by the very first kick in the very first play. The same hushed silence as before once again rushed through the audience as they watched and waited to see the results of the thickly landed boot impact the leather foot long ball. It's path through the air moving high into and hanging on the threats of the perfect spiral before finally the descent would easily drop down. It's delicate trajectory carrying it easily through the sky with every single eye in the entire stadium looking directly at it. The star of the show for it's thirty seconds of air time as everyone watched with nothing more than the most focused expressions possible as it finally started to drop from it's height only for the sake of entering into the cradled arms of a red vulpine that curled his arms around it easily to hug the ball tightly into his chest. Already his feet were moving, his pace quickening and he could see the racing stampede of varying species coming straight for him. As he gritted his teeth at the image of them he'd come up behind his team mate, allowing him to block for the fox, but even that only worked for one and soon the feeling of an impact of shoulder guard against his would send the tackler and the tacklee straight into the ground with a very slight bounce. Still he clung to that ball, holding it close until the ref came by to take it from him allowing the two to get up and head back to their respective placement. The ball itself moved to the center of the defensive fifty yard line.

It was quick hussle that took the receiving team off of the field to replace them with the offensive team, the dark uniformed "Jackals" team filing out onto the field with a line of rather muscular looking linesmen that would consist mostly of bulls, a horse, and even an elephant to be positioned right in the middle, their job was to make sure that nobody got even close to the quarterback before he could throw the ball down the field towards the offensive receivers and gain the team yardage if not make a touchdown all together. The punting team was also replaced, having a team that looked near similar to that of the linesmen to stand in front of them. A rhino standing near the middle but mostly at the side of the team, he was clearly their line breaker, and he was here to run people down with the great amount of strength that he was stocking. It was clear that they wanted that ball, and it was clear that they weren't going to get it without being as aggressive as the rules for this game permitted. With the ball hiked back, the stag would hurry his steps back, gripping the ball over his shoulder with two hands and look for those fast runners to open themselves up for a snap What he hadn't noticed was the rhino able to push through the line and racing right for the horned buck just before he was forced down into the ground. That hand continued to grip the ball tight, not wanting to fumble it, not giving this brute the pleasure of being able to say that he'd lost the ball on the very first play of the game.

The rhino would lift off, maybe a little bit slower than he really could have, but giving the stag plenty of room to feel that weight over him. Eyes narrowed when this stag realized what the brute was doing. He was showing him the weight he was putting on him so that he could feel the same exact way when they were off the field later. It was bad sportsmanship, but sneaky bad sportsmanship and not something that this quarterback was going to just sit around and accept. Oh, there wasn't anything he could do about it on the field, but once they hit that first touch down, his deer shaped body was going to be on the absolute look out for this man once they made that first point. Once he was allowed up, though, the stag moved to his feet, tossing the ball to the awaiting ref while brushing himself off a bit. Hands moved over his outfit, not really to clean it, but just to keep it comfortable on the field, the armor under the body would be adjusted just enough so that he could keep it where he needed it to be. The Rhino already back in position and stepping forward with his team to man the line and protect the length of the field towards their goal, the quarterback was going to keep an eye on him, was going to watch him for plays like that in the future, but luckily it wouldn't be for some time again, where a blitz can only happen once every down, so until they gain some yards the rhino was stuck in place.

He would need to get that ball off this time. He needed to make a complete pass with some yards in order to make up for the blitz, but where could this stag throw to? With him calling out the play the two long receivers backed up a bit before he'd call hyke, the center passing the ball back to him and leaving him gripping it in one hand while he danced back a bit. His two wide receivers charging around the line, the interceptors picking their marks, but one of his receivers was a cheetah and her speed well passed the rabbit that had been chasing her. The feline movement fast and graceful where he'd throw not to her, but past her, expecting her to catch up with it and take out the effects of an intercepting playing at all where she would need to run into the ball in order to catch it. The movement of the cheetah draw a part panting to her lips, her narrowed gaze on the arch of that ball, but just as she reached her hand out for it the girl felt her finger tips touch the leather and the ball bounced. She'd have to slow down in order to try and get control over the ball, but that hare was no slack off either and as she flicked it with her finger tips the feline soon found herself bumped, arms wrapped around her waist and the girl went down into the ground with a loud thud, but that body didn't stay on her for long, his fast bouncing speed taking him to bound straight on the ball, believing it might be called as a fumble. When the whistle was blown, though, he'd lift off of it as he realized the play was being called as an incomplete pass. The girl grumbled a bit to the risky throw, feeling there wasn't anything else she could have done to catch that in time, but even as she pushed herself up the feline blushed at the sight of a gloved hand held out to her. She'd blink at it for a second and then looked to the hare, smiling and gripping his hand to help pull her and her protective gear off of the ground.

The cheetah would come jogging back to her side of the line, the ref already picking up the ball to return it to it's rightful place. They were all huddled up and she'd get there just in time for them to listen to the stag instruct them. His finger pointing between certain ones, but for the most part the planning was complete and she was arriving just in time to get the recap version. Eyes looking between them before she squeezed herself into the crowd and was informed of the plan. The stag could clearly see her wanting to protest to the point that he would be running the ball instead of passing it, but both of them knew that it was his call. It wasn't as though the deer was blaming the feline for having missed the catch, but he knew that if they wanted to make the first down and be able to continue to control this ball they would need to kill the opponents with ant bites. So for this play he wanted to run it in order to close in that first down again and then go back to his normal passes. It was the best plan that this buck was able to come up with and as they all separated to take their places he knew he would need to make it work this one time early on in order to progress their yardage in this game. There was no way he was just going to sit back and let this team pin them down right at the very start. No way. He was here to win, and if they did want to take that ball away, they were going to have to make a lot more effort than they have been so far.

As he found himself behind the center again the stag leaned down between those legs. Turning his eyes around towards the defending line, looking for weaknesses, where he could penetrate at the hike. The buck looked easily rolling his eyes to his receivers giving them a nod and then with a loud call of his play in the usual code that echoes across the field. The soft tension building as he called "hike" for them to start and immediately bounded back, receiving the feeling of the ball hitting his chest where his fingers wrapped around it moving to place it in throwing stance as he saw his two guys break through and then with his linesmen pushing back at the defense he'd move to force himself forward, charging through and slamming his shoulders into the defense in order to crash straight through their line and make a hard and fast run. The defense turned to try and grab him, but this stag already had the speed he needed to keep going, his head down and his feet kicking to the ground he'd charge at full force working to get as much space as he could. The interceptors turned from their respective targets, realizing that they'd been duped into following the wrong guys and as they reached the stag he'd feel the sudden jerk of bodies hitting him on both sides and the weight of the two sending this quarterback directly into the ground. The bold move rewarded him a good twenty yards, and for this deer, that was absolutely enough to grant him first down again.

A soft snarl came over the other players, the defending team having to show their frustration for having fallen for such a simple and obvious play, but for now they marched their way across the field, giving themselves time to clear their heads before the area was set up again and everyone was in their place, starting over at first down and much closer to the touchdown than they had been before. It was going to be important to keep up this pressure on the defensive team, to keep them guessing at the next tactic and make sure that they didn't have time to recover mentally from such a drastic play. This stag knew how the game worked, he knew how the stress of it built up the closer his team got to that touchdown, and he knew that stress created mistakes in players. He knew his next play, he knew he had to keep them guessing which means he needed to go for a short pass so that they could believe he'd be heading in for another run, but instead get that ball traded off to another player on the other side of the offensive line.

Every quarterback fan imagines a game moving fast with long passes and quick grabs and of course touch down dances. What they didn't realize most of the time was the level of strategy that had to go into every game, having to out think the defense, anticipate the offense, and work at scoring more points than the opponent even if it was just barely. As the stag returned to the line he'd look out over them all, already knowing the play he was going to make and with his body leaning down once again. Those words to call it ringing from his voice while he shouted the play over the field. The cheetah knew this was her chance to shine, to make up for the botched catch she'd missed two plays ago. She needed to catch this one, needed to make this play work. This feline belonged on this team, she showered with these guys, hell she went to the stags house warming party last week, but this she needed to redeem, not to prove to them that she still belonged, not to show the other team her skills, but to prove to herself that she still had the skills she had at practice just yesterday. This busty feline was the prized receiver of the team and she wasn't going to let herself look like a fool out here just because of the nature of this bowl.

When the hike was called she simply wasn't there anymore, her movements taking her quickly across that line and when she saw the look of that thin and tall bunny closing in on her she'd slow just enough to make a spin around him, forcing him to turn but she was gone again. Where he'd expected her to run straight back towards that in-zone the cheetah had instead made her way along the back of the line, giving herself enough space that when that ball was snapped it would collide directly into her chest allowing her arms to wrap around it completely. The sound of cheers erupted from the stands as she raced her way, knowing that bunny was going to be close behind her and her movement was going to need to overtake him if she was going to gain any yardage at all. Just as she turned from her catch she could see the hare having realized the error of his ways and closed in on her fast sending her sprinting down the field at the very speed her body was able to take her. The feeling of her feet kicking at the ground making her believe that she might be able to go all the way. It was then that she saw the other interceptor, the sight of the hawk moving directly at her but only to have her other teammate, the other receiver come in and get between them, allowing her to dart past the both of them. With her eyes focused her mind didn't even tell her when she needed to stop and just as the burst of cheering called forth from the stands this feline found herself standing in the middle of the in-zone, her helmeted face taking in the calls of affection from the stands and her soft lips folding into a bright smile. There was still another full game to play, but for now she was the hero, she was the one that got the first touchdown of the game.

When her hand dropped that ball she'd turn to see the panting hare, moving towards him quickly and wrapped her hand around his jersey, pulling both of their helmets off and delivered a deep and full kiss to him, "You've been chasing my tail from the start of the game, time for me show you what you're missing." She said to him easily, his ears folding back quickly as he looked to her with a worried gleam. He knew how the game rules worked, he was hers until the scores evened out or until his team was in the lead, but that didn't mean he was going to know what she had in store for him.

With her taking him off of the field the kicker would enter it, knowing that it was his turn to help out the team. This roo jogging out quickly and knowing that his team was likely tired from the hard playing so far, but he would do everything in his power not to let them down. When he came to a stop at his proper position the kicker waited for that whistle to blow, waited to hear that common word that started them all off. His body being at least ten feet behind theirs and when he saw that ball handed back to the quarterback he'd charge forward at full force, his legs almost jumping at the ground to close that distance instantly as the two lines once again impacted one another. With a full forced kick the roo watched the ball lift just out of the reach of those jumping hands that lifted to try and stop it, but as it went airborne it would drift, slowly to the side, to the left, scaling over until it hit the post and with a cling of that tong shaped goal design it would drop down, the two refs clearly calling it as a miss and the feeling of the kicker dropping a bit. He'd have other opportunities, but for now he was going to have to deal with the fact that he'd screwed up on this one. With pats on his shoulder the team would job their way off of the field, heading to get some refreshment, but not before the quarterback sought out that rhino from earlier, his hand gripping the hulkish creature's shirt and pulling him towards the stag's side of the field. He wanted to blitz people then he was going to show this heavy-weight just who he was messing with. Consider it "the code" that you never screw with the quarterback in football unless you want to get screwed after.

She had been waiting for this moment, her legs lifted up on the bench she sat at, this canine, this husky, sitting there with two of their cheer leaders resting in her lap. The busty girl pressed her lips hard against the panting and well tamed calico that she often picked out of her own group for the sake of making her purr near the beginning of every single game. This bitch had no real feelings towards her male counterpart, but after seeing the look of those female players, those opposing team's cheer leaders, she knew she wanted a taste. As the ball lifted once again into the air it came into the hands of her team for the first time sense the start of this game, her feet coming in contact with the ground and this butch looking female dog, this dyke by pure definition alone lifted her hemlet around her head, bringing herself slowly and clearly into the field with the rest of her offensive team rushing on around her. They all knew her feeling on men, but that didn't stop her from receiving swats on the rump and winks as they made their way past her. This only added to her dislike of their kind. Pigs not even willing to respect the fact that she wasn't interested in them even in the slightest bit, or maybe that was the point of the attention.

With her feet carrying her towards the field that gloved hand moved to grip down on the ball placed at the thirty yard line. Her large rear high in the air while she looked forward at the two that stood in front of her. Those blue eyes narrowed as this center would listen to the calls of the quarterback behind her. The feeling of his warm breath brushing through her pants and even the feeling of that snout from her favorite team member teasing her even more. The husky giving out a bit of a gasp, but before she could say anything she heard that magic word, that call the snapped her into action. The ball gripped in her hand passed back between her legs and into the hands of the fox that bounded back some. Her body forced itself forward fast, moving to press her shoulder pads quickly and tightly against the two that had tried to double team her. By leaning down deeply she was able to drive herself into their chests allowing her a bit of leverage to hold them back, even if just long enough for this vulpine get that ball into the air. The deep snarl on her lips met with their own, her grey eyes watching them while this husky did what she needed to. Finally the ball was released remaining high in the air before descending down into the receiver who turned just in time to allow it to impact the center of his chest. Arms wrapping around it to cradle the ball just in time to twist himself into completing his circular movement and then feeling his feet leave the ground entirely. The the hard impact of the defending player smashing into him, forcing him down into the ground and that ball still gripped well in his arms making this distance the new first down, and leaving the receiver with a soft grunt as he is forced back to his feet slowly allowing the ball to remain where it is so that the referee can pick it up all his own.

Back off the field the cheetah had found a bench to place her new hare friend, his pants open and his shirt untucked so that she could grip her hands around his padded shoulders and force herself up and down along his body in a very slow and enjoyable pace. The feeling of that thick rod against her cunny lips making her almost purr out to him. She'd been teasing him, a light hand job, a smile kiss to the cheek, anything she could in order to get him worked up, and now that she had him just where she wanted him the head of that bunny dick would be played by the feline cunny, making small circles around it, dancing it against her folded entrance and forcing that poor lupine to lean his head back and grunt out in absolute pleasure. It wasn't until he felt her drop down on him finally that her heated slit would swallow down the length of that hard, pulsating, shaft. The feeling of it already so close to bursting for her made her smirk to him, lifting his chin in order to bring his eyes directly into her own while she watched him.

"You want to cum for your new mistress, don't you?" she asked playfully, her tail whipping around, her hips had grown to a stop on him, not wanting to add anymore pleasure before he had a chance to answer her.

This hare's mouth opened to speak, but not even a single sound rose from his lips, only panting lightly and giving her a deep and fast nod of his head. The eyes did the begging, watching her, pleading with her to allow him to release to her body, to give her what he knew she wanted. Even this lupine had to admit that this beautiful girl was pretty good at the teasing, her team wouldn't be on top forever and when his team finally got their goals he'd be able to take his revenge on her for this, make her his instead of having to play the sub to this amazingly sexual girl.

With his nod she'd lift herself quickly up, dropping down hard like a jackhammer straight down onto his body and forcing him into her as far as he was physically able to go. The feeling of his tip crashing against her back wall made the feline jump a bit, but with another lift and heavy drop she'd cry out softly to the feeling of being so well filled by the strong hare. It was too much for him, his thick, throbbing, member finally having enough of the abuse from her body, lifting fast and driving himself into her as she rose up and with a deep chirp of pleasure he'd deliver a hard and heavy flow of thick and potent seed deep into her body, providing a geyser of hot cum to fill her depths and leaving her body quivering and shaking against his own. The lips panting easily, her head hanging back in amazement and finally she'd easily, slowly, lift herself from his dick, allowing that content to drain from her body and over his lap but amazed at just how much he was able to give her.

Her panting breaths looking down at the hare, giving them both a break for a bit while she smirked easily to the bunny. His eyes were continuing to look up at her, any attempt to lift his hand to feel over her uniform clad figure would be met with her hands pressing his wrists back down into the bench. This was her fucking him, not him fucking her, and she wasn't going to permit this player to even touch her while she used him as she saw fit, took him the way she wanted to. Even if he liked it this way, it wasn't a concern of hers, she wanted what she wanted and she was taking it from the interceptor that had been on her ass all day so far. Sure it was punishment, but from the amount of cum that she'd made him dump into her sensitive tunnel he must really have enjoyed it.

It was then that her ears twitched the sound of the crowd erupting in cheers, those feline eyes turning over her own shoulder to see what was happening on the field and already the cheetah was able to see that Red Dragon member slamming the football straight down into the in-zone. Her jaw almost dropping while the hare lifted himself from the bench, wrapping his arm around her body while he chuckled softly to her. She knew what was happening here, where this feline had pulled him here to force herself on him, put him in his place, the game was now tied and she might just end up receiving more than she had been giving. Teeth gritting at the sound of his chuckle in her ears and her eyes watching the teams move out to get ready for that kick. If that succeeded then it meant that the other team would be in the lead and that hare she'd been torturing up until now... Already she could feel her heart sinking thinking about the results of it.

"I can tell you're already thinking about what I'm going to be doing to you, cutie." he said easily to her, all eyes glued on the kicker as he got himself ready, "It's going to be fun making you mew for me in front of all your undying fans. Such a hot little slut."

She turned to him, moving her hands to his to force his grip off of her, the soft growl on her lips while her narrowed eyes looked directly up at the hare, "Watch what you call me, at most we're tied right n..." Her voice being cut off immediately by the sound of the crowd once again going wild with the sound of leather hitting the ball. His hands pulling from her grip and soon wrapping around her shoulders while he changed her look up at him, no longer glaring but almost begging for mercy before she found herself calling out when he moved with a rough and sudden gesture, aiming to force that feline down onto her front with her legs straddling that metal bench. The heat from the steel pressed against her cheek while her head was forced down against it. Those pants being lowered enough to expose that underside. She knew where this was going, she was his, at least until they finished the punt and someone got another touchdown. When her rump was lifted outside of her control she knew what was coming. Spreading her legs more for him and moving her tail to the side. This cheetah might like to be on the dominant side, but this was the kind of results that can happen from this bowl and she wasn't going to complain.

The still wet feeling of the tip of his rock hard dick moved to press against her, not feeling for that cum filled cunny, bu instead aiming for her other, much tighter, hole. The feeling of him spreading her rear pucker make her head lift up from the bench, crying out softly at the feeling of the fullness slowly taking over her body. The feline back was forced to arch back easily only to feel her head being forced back down with a hand to the back of it, the deep panting and hot groaning lifting from her voice while she was spread wide. Her tail feeling the touch of his hips against her while he gave her every single inch of his fat dick filling her body. This feline felt her ears fold back, her voice fighting to try and purr out and this only drew a deep chuckle from the rabbit behind her. Those hips working to smack back into him, feeling herself growing to enjoy the presence inside of her and the roughness of her partner as her tail twitches easily at its tip. That hare cock crushing down against her internal sensitive spots and drove a deep gasp when she felt it working against her. They didn't have long, the punting team had already kicked the ball to her side, and it was only a matter of time before she would be needed back onto the field, but that amazing cock inside of her felt fantastic as it tamed her hot and wild ass.

Finally it was time for them to get back out on the field, the cheetah turning her gaze to see her quarterback adjusting his outfit as well. It seemed that the rhino had done a similar method of turning the tables on his pleasurer once that goal was kicked, but now they were freed from their commitment off the field by being forced back into the game. They would still see those two out there, what was waiting for them if the ball was turned over, and between this cheetah and the quarterback, they didn't want to be forced into heading back to that point. The main challenge of this bowl wasn't what came before the game, but during it, what came when the players started using the current losers as their own personal play things. Once that feeling of being used comes up it puts an entirely new level of pressure on the players, the yearning to prevent it from happening again, the wanting to get back the lead and take their revenge. The quarterback especially felt this, having had a nice fun time with that blitzing bastard and then suddenly with the call of a touchdown he was forced to sit down on that rhino's lap, forced to take that length. No, he was going to get back that lead no matter what.

As the stag and cheetah made their way back onto the field once again they would be passed by the husky who gave them a charming smile, her arm moving to wrap around the opposing teams cheetah, forcefully jerking that feline body against her own while he looked over her slowly and provided a soft smirk at the lovely creature. This canine would be looking over those delicious female curves, but knew that this kitty was on the way towards the field and it would do nothing for her to stop her now. No, this surprisingly muscular female would need to find another girl to satisfy her needs, and when she turned those brown eyes towards the view of the cheerleaders they all looked back slowly, easily shrinking back as they knew quickly that they were now prey to this winning teams center. Those steps brought this husky closer, drew her towards them and with that rump firmly planted on the seat she'd give a quick point directly at a doe that had been standing to the side. Recognizing this creature as one that was known to be shy, to be withheld, and knowing that this was the exact trait she wanted to tear away from the lovely creature.

Without even a word the husky would move her fingers easily, whipping them back and forth through the air in order to summon this busty creature. Her high cut shirt and very high cut shorts made her the perfect target and with her feet easily inching her way towards the bitch she'd look back at her friends for help before a hand finally wrapped around her wrist. In a gasp she turned to look at her temporary mistress, those soft eyes opened wide to peer directly into those brown eyes like they were made of headlights, but her understanding wasn't needed. When the other hand moved to wrap around the back of this doe's head she was slowly lowered down, forced to her knees while the husky displayed her already open zipper and the very hint of a juicy slit hiding within. The image of it already releasing the scent of the heat of the day directly into that nose. The scent of need, of pent up want from anyone she deemed worthy to touch it. And with a deeply blushed set of cheeks this doe would finally reach her hand up to pull down those pants more, wanting to expose more of that hot cunny and aimed to cool her mistress off with the coolness of her tongue.

With the husky sitting on her thrown that was the face of this opposing team cheerleader she'd turn herself enough to watch the game, seeing her defense smash itself against those linemen and echoing that loud series of thuds across the group. Her eyes flickering from open to closed and back again while she watched the game, enjoying the feeling of that thick tongue on her slit. Her hand on the back of that head would drive the doe snout further against her cunny, making her lock her lips around those nether folds and forcing herself into a deep french kiss with that canine pussy. The sensation of having that tongue whipping around inside of her only forced this dominant female to arch her head back, moaning deeply and already providing that tongue a good flavor of vaginal fluids to taste, and help motivate her to keep going. Even as that sensitive doe started to moan right back for her temporary lover, that shirt rode up on her, exposing the deer's large tits against the steel of the bench, but it wasn't those tits that the husky was focused on. Instead she would find herself focused on another pair of a large breasts pressed behind her, the sound of a soft purring would reach her ears and with a turn of her head to see who it was a calico would kiss her deeply and fully on the lips drawing that canine hand to lift up and wrap around the other side of the feline face. She had her, and she wasn't about to let her go.

"Feeling left out a bit?" The husky asked with a smirk before those brown eyes would turn back towards the field and see the ball snapped quickly from the stags hand to make a long toss down the line.

As the ball soared it didn't head for the cheetah this time, instead the other receiver, but while his arms extended to reach out for the "pig skin", as they call it, the fingers would never touch the ball, instead a jump of a roo would snatch it just out of the air before the receiver was able to even get his hands on it and with a land this marsupial would make a fast dart, a racing run, straight past the line that he had been running from to begin with. The linemen turning quickly towards this roo and as the stag came up to try and tackle down the tanned creature he'd find his arms wrapping around nothing while this kang would make a shoulder roll straight over his back, forcing the male deer down into the ground. This husky standing up immediately, forcing her own deer to fall over as well while she cheered, forgetting about the little sluts she'd been using to pleasure herself and with a cheering yell masked behind the voices of thousands of fans calling out in both cheers and desperation the canine would even give a hop and a fist pump straight into the air above her when that ball came slamming down into the grass of the in-zone.

The stadium was ablazed with the call of absolute worship and hatred all mixed in together. The score had just gotten worse for the Jackals, but the wall would once again be returned to their hands. It was a stunning blow to the team, a hard play that had played off only for one side, and now they would need to play catch up in order to stay in this game at all. With the ball being set up for a field goal kick, the Red Dragons were prepared for it, the Jackals feeling the heat from this play where the last kick had landed them an extra point and the lead, but now if they made this one then it would put the red clad team almost a full ten points ahead of them, not something they were simply willing to allow. With the foot hitting the leather ball team members would jump up, the oblong shaped object lifting well out of their reach, but as it drifted slowly to the side the twin refs would signal that it didn't make it into the goal, arms passing back and forth in front of their chests while they stepped forward. The field goal would have been a nice lead, but the touch down in itself would simply have to do.

It was then that the blows of the whistle sounded twice in unison, calling the teams back and informing them that it was now time for the halftime event. A special tradition for the Blush Bowl wasn't some band, or a concert like other bowls had, but instead as the players, the refs, the cheerleaders, and even the coaches lifted from their bodies from the sidelines to make their way straight into the middle if the now building crowd of team staff and players. Hands slowly moving to rub against one another, scales pressing to fur pressing to feathers as each one of them slowly moving to strip down, not caring if the hands belonged to their team or their opponents while they all moved and caressed against one another. Slowly as they seemed to pair off, some taking on double partners and others taking on more, while lips soon found themselves locked with other lips, the feeling of soft movements of a mouth against their lips drawing a tightness to the pants that was slowly removed. A hand moved to the side wrapping around the member of one player while he slammed his thickness into the tight pucker feeling himself blocked from how deep he could go, with his shaft pausing inside of the awaiting ass he'd feel that hand starting to stroke him off drawing a hot moaning while the one that was bent over would open his mouth for the flavor of hot and salty balls to be placed on his tongue permitting him to easily suckle the round texture as that furred face could feel the growing member slowly slide up against his snout, coming right between his eyes and permitting this player to draw back his body just enough to present the tip against his lips, begging green eyes looking up and waiting for the thrusting to begin.

The grey husky even found herself a playmate for the halftime, her arms wrapping around the waist of the black glad cheetah, arms coming up around the back of the canine neck to hold her close against her, breasts easily rubbing along one another while the feline blushed out, cooing softly under her breath. As the two would lock lips with one another, a course rough tongue would easily press against the wide flat one that so well filled the feline mouth that she could already feel her body shuttering at the sensation of it. With hands gripping at the jerseys and pants these two would work fast and hard at trying to pull away clothing off of the others body without breaking the kiss. The flavor of the soft texture of tongues crossing between them only drew soft moans, easy purrs, and loud grunts that followed closely behind gentle barks all added to the effect of these two stripping each other down and leaving that wad of clothing on the ground. It wasn't until the canine pressed her white hand against the cheetah's already swollen cunny that the feline truly realized what was happening here and just how deep she was getting herself. With a bite of the lip from the jungle cat she'd step in and press those large breasts against the grey tits, crushing both down against one another and easily sliding one nipple across the opposing players nubs so that the two of them could enjoy their amazing little game.

"How do you want it?" The cheetah asked softly, not having the experience of being with women like this bold husky seemed to have.

She was looking on at this canine more like a mentor in this case and while the dog looked back at her with a soft smile, standing tall against the lean and quick feline she'd lean in once more to kiss her counterpart on the lips giving them a slight break in order to formulate an answer. The words rolling from her lips in an easy turn of a smirk, "Just lay down on your back and spread your legs, cutie. I'm going to show you what makes women much better lovers than those breeders around us."

The feline did as she was told moving to rest down in the grass on her back and easily part her legs to expose that hungry and recently used pussy. With a soft purr she watched the canine slowly lower as well, seeing her coming down to her press those large grey tits against her soft spotted display, lips puckered to receive another delightful taste from the canine mouth but was left unanswered as she felt the husky body slip back from her, rotating and easily sliding the cunny lips against her own. The cheetah's body feeling a sharp spike of pleasure rise up the length of her spine making her back arch quickly just in time for the grinning husky to press that leg under the feline's knee and scissor down their nether lips into a lower body make out session. The cheetah found her head falling back into the grass her own hands coming to grip those spotted breasts and squeeze them with pleasure while she panted out deeply at the amazing feeling of that husky slit on her lower folds. The two hips worked to grind, lift, shift, and adjust against one another where they moved in subtle circles matched with shocking thrusts and where the felling of those lips biting down against the other players clit, making small nips here and there to force loud moans between each other.

Tan spotted hands gripped at the grass, holding onto it and even ripping a few blades out while she was pleasured with her eyes wide open, the feeling of the amazingly skilled lesbian dog helped her to instantly understand the difference between the two's sexual capability, her large chest lifting and falling in rhythm with the sensation of her feline pussy being made to purr, not by a man, but by this woman, this amazingly talented, hip gyrating, woman. With black tipped ears folding back easily her panting breath marking her body being drawn closer and closer to that inevitable release. Even as this cheetah allows her eyes to fade shut she found herself only grunting out into the air with her head slowly sifting through the grass. It wasn't until that husky would make her "finishing move" by hooking her knee around the back of the feline thigh and press herself in tightly, the seal created between their heated lips would allow that flowing cream to gush free from the spotted female straight into, and onto, the grey slit drawing an easy chuckle from the husky as she pulled apart, watching the pull of kitty cum dribbling down into the ground below them, the little bit that had flooded her body spitting out right back against the cheetah hips while the canine slowly moved to pick herself back up to her knees again.

"See, Sweety?" She asked easily, smiling at the Jackal's player with that dominant look as she moved to take her place over the panting and worn down feline, breasts once again pressing to breasts while she watched her, "It's ok for you to admit that girls know exactly how other girls want to be pleased. Far more than men do."

"How would you know?" The deep voice rolled in from behind the husky, her canine body pulled back with the smiling cheetah girl watching this dyke dog being pulled off of her. Those spotted fingers still moving over her cunny, working to clean it up a little bit but her play in this was over and she left the canine to her fate with the male that had went to grip his hands around her grey biceps in order to pull against a broad and strong chest. The female struggled for only a second, working to try and pull her arms free, but knowing that in this halftime it was everyone on everyone. If someone had a preference it was ignored for the sake of the show and here she would be forced to deal with it.

When the husky looked over her shoulder she was met with the dark smiling face of a doberman she had only met once in the locker rooms. He was strong and well built, a lineman to be sure, but towering over the busty husky while she growled up a bit and felt the fur of her back sinking into the short fur of the fellow dog. Easily his hands released her arms, freeing her for a second while he wrapped his grip around her body to pull her in closer against him. That naked sheath already rubbing along her firm rump, grinding back and forth against the crevices while the husky had to simply wait for all of this to be over. This thick furred female didn't care for males, didn't find them as attractive as other girls might, but she owed this to the game and stick with it in order to get it over with as soon as possible. Normally one could just complain that they weren't interested, but this husky girl wasn't one of those who would whine about something like that. Instead she'd give the audience what they wanted, this doberman what he wanted as well, even as her mind resisted she couldn't help but feel her body pull her in the direction of yearning, feeling her already drenched cunny grow wet all over again in order to prep the husky for her brutal penetration.

When the husky felt her arms released she looked back over her shoulder to the face of that dober, her legs gripping gripped at the thigh and with a soft yelp she was lifted up from the ground entirely, the strong player holding the husky up and spreading her wide with nothing but his hands in order to grind his thick sheath directly against her entrance. Already she could feel the tip of the doggy dick tickling her cunny lips, her ears folding down come while she reached her hands back to grip at his elbows. It wasn't clear what her intention was in holding onto him like this, maybe she was trying to make sure he didn't let her go, or maybe she was simply trying her last ditch effort to get away. Regardless the two would feel that spear tipped member already starting to grow, spreading her lesbian body in order for her to moan out deeply from the fresh feeling of her cunny being spread by something other than plastic and silicone. The more she struggled to lift herself the more that filled her and finally her light grunts finally called out when she found herself to be completely full from lip to womb and the already panting for the male that had taken her. When her back collapsed to his body she'd find breath working to catch up with her, her figure trying to adjust enough so that she could better enjoy herself. Hands even released those black elbows and with a shuttering movement came to wrap around behind his back, holding him in place against her and opening her up even more for him to use her the way that he had already started.

Those large grey breasts bobbed well in view of her fans, the people cheering to see her taken while she moaned and grunted at their pleasure. The feeling of that member bouncing her in place, forcing her to lift and fall with every single movement it made inside of her. Strong hips crashing into her body, that canine cock filling the bitch body while her head was forced to simply lean back on a shoulder as she called out in amazed pleasure, those veins and the natural flesh texture of the dick doing what her toys and girls could never do on their own. The splash of her fluids torn from her splattered about against the sheath and her hips, her natural lubricant being ripped free from her form as more and more of that hot liquid worked to build up in order to take the place of the splotches she'd lose to that thick dick. With the hard thrusting driving her body further and further into the bliss of passion this husky could feel her walls crush down around him, the echoing cry reaching it's peak and her shaking body delivering a gush of hot fluid out from her being in order to flood his lap and the grass below her with a thick wave of her warm fem-cum. The doberman smirked well at this display and with his final thrust drove his built up knot directly into her form, spreading her wide all over again and forcing another loud cry from her as he dumped his own load straight into her body. Her figure jerked with every single spurt that entered her frame, shook well with the deep cry that left the two panting together. Her eyes a daze and her head turning on his shoulder to receive a deep kiss to the lips, tongues wrapping around one another, but even this would end as he lifted her, freed her from his tying and simply dropped her down to the ground. Her feet hit first, but the hard fucking of her body had taken it's toll and those legs easily buckled under her frame leaving her butt to impact the ground before her back did.

"Bastard." she said to him, looking up at that big dick that had just been inside of her, the dripping it made down onto her face forcing a red blush to her cheeks just before she watched him turn away from her, having finished with the husky entirely. This female rolled to say something, but the sound of the whistles would call to the teams to let them know that the halftime show was over and that they could now return to their side of the field.

As the game started off it would be the Dragons kicking off to the Jackals. This put the offensive team for the Red Dragons on the side leaving the game to be played as their punter sent the ball high into the air leaving it drifting for a second on the breeze of the sky just before it dropped down back towards the field once again. The husky had already made her way back to the other side of the field, coming towards the Jackal's cheerleaders once again, but this time with a bottle of water that she was working quickly to down. Her hand made a fast flick, the plastic bottle rising quickly from her finger tips and would find itself tossed over the grey shoulder. Her eyes were once again locked on the same girls she'd called forth last time, but in this case she wouldn't even speak to them, instead simply snapping her fingers to draw their attentions and then wordlessly point at her feat. The two looked at one another, but easily made their way over to her, dropping their pompoms on the ground and did as they were told by the winning team's center.

As the two approached their knees would come to meet the ground, eyes staring up at the temporary mistress while the doe watched a hand easily slip to the back of her head. They'd seen what happened to her out there, with great delight, but didn't think for a second that it would be the two of them that would be tasked with cleaning her out. When the tongue was presented to the husky's nether lips the hand flexed, forcing the face down into that slit and making the doe taste the flavors of the fem and male cum mixed and churned inside of her. The fluids immediately started to run down her throat, giving her the full taste of the brewed mixture inside of that husky cunny, the flavor of it driving her to lean in more to it in order to help clean the player out, even the scent of sweat on the now soaked slit leaving her to wrap her lips around the entrance in order to better seal herself against her, that tongue still lashing about inside of that delightful hole and the hand pressed to the back of her head making sure that she didn't have the chance to go anywhere. Instead she was locked against this furry female crotch tasting every single flavor it was able to provide her.

The sound of the game played on behind the husky, she had no interest in the progression of the Jackal's team, not when they were so far behind as the black uniformed team needed two touchdowns just to pass them. Instead she would focus on the Jackal's cheerleaders, give them the loving that they so obviously deserve. With her hips rolling slowly she'd work that tongue through her own body enjoying making this poor doe torture herself with taste and planning to give her even more before they finished here. The soft pants of the canine lifted into the air with her head falling back, those fingers running through the girl's hair helped to grip down on her body, pulling her close and keeping her firmly in place while those pants grew deeper, harder, the husky driving herself into a near frenzy with her hips grinding hard back and forth against the doe's adorable face. The look in those eyes as she was forced to peer over her large tits drove the canine past the point of no return, those soft eyes from the doe forcing the husky head to lift, jerk backwards and forced her to cry out loudly with the feeling of build up finally releasing itself to splash out over the cute face in a splash of heated wave that puffed the cheeks of the cheerleader before she gave a deep and audible swallow leaving only the slightest trail of cum running from the corner of her mouth to drip from her chin down onto her cheerleader uniform.

Cheers rang through the stadium while this husky was in her afterglow, her head only barely able to turn in time to view the image of a player standing in her in-zone leading to her eyes quickly widening. What had happened while she was over here? Did the Jackal's manage to score already? This feeling of curiosity and rage over her own team was fit with a sudden sinking of her heart when she watched that field goal kick, a hard punt of the ball lifting it clearly and perfectly between the tall spokes that towered from the ground forcing the crowd to their feet and making her grit her teeth. That meant that the two teams were tied now, she no longer had a claim over these cheerleaders, but worse she was going to have to get back onto the field to take up her position once again. As she moved to stand up hands gripped her thighs, the smile from the doe showed her that she wasn't simply going to let her leave so easily, and even as the other cheerleaders made their way towards her the husky was soon finding herself overwhelmed by them, finding herself pushed down onto her back on the bench despite her struggling against these many girls.

She's call out quickly to them to stop, "Hey, you don't get me unless you're in the lead. Get off!" She screamed trying to push them off of her, but as the wave of cheerleaders became thicker and thicker with them all holding her in place the husky soon realized that resistance was pointless, "I have to get out onto the field."

"They can get a replacement out there, winning or not, you're ours now." They all giggled and smiled down at the Red Dragon's center, one moving to climb onto her body, seeing those red cheeks and already working to slide her hand down to grip that tuft of hair while the other hand lifted her skirt to reveal that soaked raccoon cunny to her.

The scent the look, the texture of that heat cunny drove this husky to roll her eyes back a bit, as daylight was stolen from her thanks to the skirt draping over her face this grey husky would make a long and deep lick along that slit, tasting the sweaty flavor of the overworked and overexcited cheer girl, her tongue rolling through her in an tight circle to demonstrate the well trained technique that comes with loving the flavor of female cunny. This tactic forced the raccoon to feel her body jerk, her large breasts shaking with the sudden movement while she was surprisingly pleased with the compliant technique that came from below her, but she wasn't the only one forced to jump from the sudden pleasure. The husky felt her form shake quickly when a finger moved against her walls, pressing into her body, spreading her lower lips and even a thumb flicking against the tiny nub set for her partner's enjoyment. She couldn't see who it was, but felt those fingers working hard and fast through her, making her lift those grey hips with every thrust in order to help drive into her further and faster.

The husky hands were guided well, moving them easily through the thick and shallow fur of girls that had come by to help subdue her, having done well to take this powerful girl down and make her so agreeable to the flavor of a delicious coon cunny pressed to her lips, grinding over her face, and a fast working series of fingers pressing into her slit, spreading her with brilliant technique and skill that could come from non-other than someone who had a slit of her own. The sound of her muffled moans were lost in the tunnel of the raccoon body, soaking her voice in a thick layer of fluid and that leaked free from the warm depth of the busty mounted creature. The husky's hands were moved easily, finding a warm and wet place to play around on either side of her, the bodies of two mice girls laying across her arms in order to lick and suckle on those large canine tits permitted this dog to feel all of her pleasure points being hit at once. Even the soles of her feet were being put to good use with her heels pressed against two juicy slits. The feeling of being covered, of being taken so well making her cry out easily against the raccoon's personal cave and with the two quivering together a heavy flow of hot cum drenched out over the hand of the girl that had eaten her out, covered her own lips and cheeks, but more importantly she felt her own hands and feet coated as well, providing the heavy and amazing flow of thick cream down over her, leaving the husky used, exhausted, and panting up for air with her body pressed to that bench.

The sound of another cheer from the crowd drove a deep smile from the husky, allowing her to lift herself up slowly from the bench to look at the girls with her dark smirk, "Looks like you're all mine again." The soft beat of giggled lifted from the girls when hearing that statement and they all looked at one another.

"I guess she doesn't know. Look again, husky."

With a curious movement over her head the husky would easily train her sight on the field. She knew that the last touchdown was made by the Jackals which should mean that the ball was on her team's side even if she couldn't center for it. Instead what she saw was the black shirt wearing player holding onto the ball in her in-zone and leaving the canine to growl out and wonder what the hell was going on. The bitch wanted to scream at this, wanted to tear her own team's necks out in order to find out what they felt that they could simply sit back and suck at something they were all supposed to be professionals in. As she looked to the girls they all smiled, knowing that they could throw her down onto the bench legitimately now, but instead allowed the husky to simply walk off, knowing that she'd learned her lesson. This gave the dog a very good view of the field goal when the ball was kicked and lifted into the air. In a moment of hushed silence everyone watched as the ball was caught right out of the air by a jumping hare who wrapped his fingers around it before bolting across the line. He didn't make it far, though, as this lupine felt the weight of several players bring him down quickly into the ground. This bunny had to be happy about this, knowing that he'd done his job to keep them from getting an unmatchable lead ahead of them.

It was now her time to get back to that field, to take her place as a center and handle the Jackals as the time was running cold on the clock. The husky only adjusting herself a bit while she was met with her team expecting her to explain herself for why she let a bunch of cheerleaders pin her down and have their way with her, but explanations would have to wait until after the game. As the Red Dragons took their place the Jackal's star quarterback was taking his own level of revenge on the rhino that had been all over him during this game. The lineman that had blitzed him during the beginning of this match-up. Now that these two were off the field and the dark clad team was once again in the lead he'd wrap that hand around the rhino's horn, pulling him off of the field and towards the stag's team location. He could see the cheerleaders there looking a bit disheveled but had learned long ago that it was simply better not to ask and instead focused entirely on bringing the rhino over towards one of the benches, smirking at him, and then slowly pushing on his back to help force him down forward over it so that this stag could start pulling those red tinted pants downward.

This stag had been putting up with this rhino all game, the sight of that large rear before him made him lift his hand high, bringing it down on the grey skin with a hard slap to turn that cheek a light shade of red. The long, thick shaft of the stag member already coming free from his pants and pressing straight into the puckered rear, the feeling of the tight depths wrap around him in an amazing feel of crushing rhino muscle from the heavily built grey skinned monster below him. Hands gripped at those hips, savoring the feeling of the tightness that this stag was now dealing with, almost like penetrating a virgin for the first time and listening to the grunting of his temporary partner as he forced him to enjoy the wide spreading dick. Finally he'd start to move himself, feeling the shivering rhino below him, a long pull of that shaft backwards until only the very tip was inside of him only to drive it back in fast, feeling his hips crash against his partner jerking the grey beast forward with a deep grunt rising from the two in near unison. More and more of that deer cock filled his friend, taking him long and hard as the pounding grew more and more forceful and built up even more speed inside of him. Finally holding onto the hips was no longer enough, his hand went to reach up for that shoulder, taking hold of it and forcing as much hardness as he could into that accepting beast, the two met with panting, with near drooling from the force of it all, even their balls smashing against one another with every heavy hit he made.

The two would pant in unison, the feeling of him pushing into this very tight rhino was met well with the feeling of the tight rhino being stretched so well. His body being forced to jerk forward while every single thrust given to him drove his own thick, grey dick to extend just a bit longer. The feeling of that spreading driving him to not only want it more, but to give this stag exactly what he wants from it, a thick wave of rhino cum hitting the ground. He could feel those deer balls press against his own, lingering there for a bit to grind against him and forcing that grey beast to moan out. Shoulder's gripped, forced into like a breeding bitch and then he felt it, the build up that needed to be released, but it wasn't his own, it was the sudden swelling of that stag cock that was filling him, leaving the quarterback on the very edge of release just as the final touchdown was made, the Red Dragons slamming a ball into the grass and driving a deep and hard cry from the stag who felt himself pop deep within the tunnel of his friend. Waves of thick, hot, male cum dumping in lumpy shots deep within the rhino's body and with a smirk from this grey face they could see that field goal kick, lifting the ball high into the air and making a perfect goal to win the game for the red team. The stag had gotten his rocks off, but now he belonged to the rhino and as this grey beast rose, his rear dripping with steamy cum, they both knew that he wasn't going to be anywhere near as gentle with the stag from the losing team.