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Penelope’s rise to stardom was swift, but she was skilled enough to avoid the crash that often came with someone rising to the top at such a breakneck pace.

She was hungry for success, but still humble enough that she didn’t allow the sudden onset of fame to go to her head. She cared far less about the fact that people were groveling at her feet and cheering for her in the stands than she did about the results on the court: the victory was more important than the fanfare, as much as she appreciated having such adoring fans in the first place.

Some of them were a bit too adoring for her tastes, and she’d been warned ahead of time by Lola about that possibility, but she didn’t think that they would be bold enough to come to the games and literally catcall her.

“I swear, they get a little bit worse every game,” Penelope groaned. “And it feels like they’re multiplying.”

“I doubt anyone would ever want to multiply with guys like that,” Lola joked. “I wish that they would pick on someone else, for once. I was...kinda jealous of you, at first, for soaking up all that attention...but now I just feel bad about it.”

“You still get plenty of lookers yourself, Lola.”

The girls were getting dressed after a quick, post-game rinse, pulling on their outfits for the evening. A night on the town was in order after another victorious game, and this time around, they were both planning on spending the evening in the arms of another, though Penelope hadn’t confessed that much, just yet.

She knew Lola would go running back home to Bugs as soon as she had enough to drink, but Penelope didn’t have the good fortune of landing the right person, just yet...and those who would fall at her feet were the kind of drunken losers that compared her breasts to basketballs at the arena.

“There’s only one looker for me, and I’m sure he’ll be blowing up my phone all night, anyway,” Lola admitted. “But it’ll be nice to get out of the house and hang out with the girls, even if it’s just for a little bit.”

“You think we’re downplayed enough that we can avoid the autograph rush, this time?”

“Not a chance.”

**

The season carried on with something that Penelope wasn’t considering, when she first made the jump to the professional circuit.

As much as she played for the genuine love of the game, Penelope thought only of the game when she first made it into the league. The fans came shortly thereafter, but something that even cartoons had to deal with was the new realities of living in the real world: they weren’t just immortal drawings anymore, capable of whisking away their problems with the swipe of a pencil.

Penelope was nursing a calf injury for a week or two near the middle of the season, and her inexperience with those things- the pain that came with an injury and the panic-inducing debilitation of not being able to move at full speed- turned the entire week into a nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from.

Something that normal people took for granted became a harrowing experience for Penelope. She was trying her best to nurse herself back to health, and as a promise to her coach and her better fans, she would be ready to play in the game that coming Friday, with a long weekend of rest to look forward to.

Though her best fans would appreciate how hard she was trying to come back from her injury, those who only cared about her flesh were only disappointed that they couldn’t see their favorite feline wrapped up in a tight jersey and a pair of short shorts. As much as they paid for the tickets, they were expecting a very particular show when they arrived at the arena, but they weren’t the ones that Penelope was trying her hardest for.

“You all right, mister? You’re not lost, are you?”

Walking in through the back entrance of the stadium, there was a small section where the VIP fans could sneak in and cheer the players on as they made their way into the locker room.

Most of the time, that section was filled with people making lewd comments about Penelope, but she ignored them in favor of a quieter tom cat, standing just beyond the barriers that kept the ravenous fans from being able to touch their favorite players.

“Y...yeah. I’m fine.”

She’d seen him around a couple of times before, and thankfully, he had a press pass that allowed him to be on the other side of the rail in the first place. For being a sportswriter, he was as timid as they came, but what made him stand out was the fact that he was respectful, only ever stopping and bothering players when they first gave him their attention.

Penelope didn’t want to guess at it, but as far as she could tell, he was every bit as sweet as he was quiet; curious to know more, she finally gave herself the chance to stop and talk with him at greater length.

“You don’t seem it. Honestly, you seem a little down and out,” she claimed. “Tough week at work, perhaps?”

“Are you, uh...are you asking about my day?” he questioned. Caught completely off guard, his eyes were as wide as the arena itself. “Cause that’s kinda my job...y-you know, to ask you about yours.”

“And for some reason, the cat always has your tongue,” she teased. “If you were looking for a chance to ask me, look no further, stranger.”

“It’s, uhm...it’s Phillip, actually,” he introduced himself the best that he could. Even in his panic, his voice was soothing and satisfying enough that he could have been a broadcaster, if not for his nervous stutter. “And I really appreciate the invitation, Penelope. My bosses have been breathing down my neck to get an interview with you.”

“You’ve asked me a couple of questions in the past,” she recalled. “But those were on the other side of the barrier, post-game.”

“Oh, t-those! Yeah...just me looking to get a few quotes for my game summary articles,” he explained. He tried his best to force a smile to the surface, with his fangs dipping just below the cover of his muzzle. “But this time, I had a few more pointed questions to ask, if that’s okay?”

Penelope was taken with the handsome, sandy blonde feline, but as much as she would have loved to sit and stare into the soothing pools of his blue stare for the rest of the evening, she knew she didn’t have that kind of time on her hands.

“Unfortunately, I’ve gotta go start warmups, but I’ve got time for one, if you can make it quick.”

Unlike the other reporters who found scorn at sucking up too much of Penelope’s time, Phillip was in her good graces just for his manners, alone.

“The fans want to know, Penelope: will you be coming back healthy tonight? Do you feel like you’re ready to perform at your usual level?”

“That was two questions, but since you’re such a sweetheart...I’ll happily answer both of them.”

Phillip nodded, feeling his heart thump that much harder in the depths of his chest. His throat was so dry that he worried words would fail to reach his tongue before they scraped over what had become a sandpaper pathway.

“First and foremost, I will be playing tonight, and yes, my leg is fully healed. I can’t thank my fans enough for their patience and support while I nursed my way back to health, and I wanna thank the training staff for doing their part to keep me on the mend.”

Once more, Phillip could only nod, though movements became difficult when Penelope leaned in a little closer to his lifted microphone.

“As far as my performance, you can count on me being the best that I’ve ever been and then some.”

The rest of the VIP fans and the other reporters could see what was going on. They were at a distance enough to notice the subtle narrowing of Penelope’s gaze, and the sharpening curve of her smile, pushing closer and closer to a confident grin.

All the while, Phillip was trying to keep his jaw from dropping, as the gorgeous feline leaned in that much closer to his microphone.

“Did you catch all that?”

“Huh? Y...yes! Yes , I sure did!” he confirmed, only pushing the button on his recorder after he added his own dialogue. “Best of luck to you out there tonight, Penelope. I’m sure your fans will be excited to see your triumphant return!”

“I just hope they’re looking at the game itself,” Penelope offered a final jeer back at those who were catcalling over the top of the interview, wishing that they’d save their less polite words for similar company, after the game was over. “Basketball is a lot more fun when people care about the game as much as they do the players...kinda like you do, Phillip.”

It would have been too risky for her to offer the kiss that she wanted, but if she was only sharing that affection with him, she didn’t think it was a problem: putting her fingertips over the end of her muzzle and blowing a kiss to the timid reporter, she only turned to walk away when she could see the warmth of his blush rising all the way up to the tips of his ears.

I know you’ll be watching tonight, Phillip...and you’ll be watching for all the right reasons.

**

Penelope was doing her best to drown out those voices in the crowd, but the media was hyping up her return before she ever set foot on the court.

To know that she had one fan in the crowd that cared more about what she was able to do than the way her jersey fit across her chest, Penelope was giving it her best to honor the fact that there were still some people out there who cared about the appeal of her moves, as much as the appeal of her body.

“Fourth quarter, two minutes left and the Riverhawks are down by a few baskets...they’re gonna need some magic if they wanna come out of this one with a victory!”

Already, Penelope was leading the team statistically, but that all would have come across as hollow if her team lost the game during her return. She was a team player first and foremost, never caring as much about the personal accolades as the overall victory.

“On the other side of the timeout, the Riverhawks have the possession arrow. Can they find a way to sneak out the win in this two-score scenario?”

There was no need for the added tension- the announcer was simply doing their job- but for the first time in ages, Penelope felt a greater pressure to pull out a victory than she’d ever known. In the years since she’d burst onto the scene and made her presence known, the Riverhawks were the winners of only a single championship title, and though basketball was a team game, Penelope took it on herself to get her team back into the playoffs.

She couldn’t do it alone, but then, they weren’t in the game solely because of her efforts. She knew that the team worked best together as a unit, but when her best was required, Penelope always gave it everything she had.

“Come on, sweet thing! I paid good money to see you bouncin’ up and down that court, so get back to it!”

The quiet gaps during timeouts always allowed the hecklers to get in their worst barbs, but this time, Phillip was seated just in front of that section...and the timid tom cat was reaching his breaking point.

Every thinly veiled insult and unwelcome jab had to sail over his ears before they reached Penelope on the court, but Phillip wanted the rest of the crowd to see her for the talent that she was, instead of the body that she’d been granted.

“What’s the matter? Don’t tell me that this pussy is all dried up!”

That line was the one that finally pushed Phillip out of his shell and into action.

“Seriously, you guys? What the hell is the matter with all of you?!”

It was the first time that another fan was bold enough to stand up to Penelope’s so-called “cheering section.”

“What’s the matter with you , buddy? The cat’s a looker and we’re just cheering her on!”

“No, you’re degrading her! You do know that how she looks has nothing to do with how well she plays the game, right? That if any of you actually cared about her performance, you’d be commenting on that instead of how she looks while she plays?”

The klaxon in the background told the fans that it was time to get back to the action, but Phillip’s impact was made on the court as much as off of it: he turned around just in time to see a smile so sweet that it wafted toward him, like perfume gracing the air.

It was Penelope, standing just by the sidelines and rallying her team with that much greater fervor.

“Okay, gals...we need to steal this inbound pass. Lola; no one can jump quite as high as you can. Keep bouncing, and when the time comes, if you can nab that ball, I’m gonna rush the basket for the oop. Got it?”

The coach didn’t need to intervene when the girls were playing at such a high level. Staying back and letting the players discuss a plan based on their own strengths, Penelope took the charge, despite a few teasing looks from her teammates.

“...And save your jokes for after we win, okay?”

“Not that we’d blame you for thinking about it, but try not to save any energy for after the game,” Lola snuck in a joke as quick as she could, hoping that she might fire Penelope up that much further. “We need you to give us everything you’ve got on the floor, tonight.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing?!”

Rushing onto the court and taking their defensive positions, Penelope was delighted to hear the whistle blow and see the plan working like a charm: with Lola bouncing at even half of the height she could manage, there was no easy way to throw the inbound pass, and when they finally tried to lob it over her head, the rabbit bounced with everything she had, just catching the ball on her fingertips.

Without looking, she tossed it straight back to Penelope, who was charging the lane with brilliant timing. Catching the ball in stride and taking her jump before she handled it, she was clear to the hoop, slamming down the tying basket with a greater sense of authority.

That time, there were no jeers or cheap shots, even from the portion of the crowd that was known for their chauvinistic behavior.

“ Tie game! Tie game! Can you believe it?!”

The Riverhawks weren’t able to steal the next inbound pass, but they weren’t getting carried away with a single basket. They were professionals through and through, rushing down the court to keep up with the next possession.

Good ball movement kept the rock moving around the outside of the arc, but the Riverhawks were at their best in zone defense. Blocking the middle of the key and forcing the ball to stay outside, the girls were staying up near the edge and forcing a distant three-pointer.

It was a gamble: if the shot went in, they’d need to answer with a triple of their own, but that was a harder shot than the lay-up that they were originally going for.

“Shot clock at four...three...two... one!”

The announcer was technically helping the other team, but the Riverhawks had themselves to thank when an off-balance shot careened from the rim and landed in the capable hands of another teammate.

With just seconds left on the clock and a tie-game in hand, they needed to eat up the last of those precious moments.

Against other professionals, leaving anything to chance would be a mistake.

“The Riverhawks are moving up the court! Ball in motion as multiple players flash to the lane!”

Lola was dipping in first, having the best vertical reach, but there were too many guards underneath for her to just drive in for a dunk, as much as she would have wanted that outcome.

Having two guards down low meant that one person would be wide open outside, and they only needed a pair to win the game.

Leaving Penelope so wide open was the biggest mistake they made since the start of the game.

“ Penelope! Heads up!”

Driving in as far as she could and turning around at the last moment, Lola took the focus of the entire defense and passed the ball back to Penelope. The feline was already mid form when she caught the ball, seeing the clock push down through the remaining seconds.

There were only two seconds left on the clock when the ball left her hands; the basket would count, but where everyone was expecting a heart-stopping shot that would rattle around the rim, Lola was brimming with confidence.

Grinning before the ball left Penelope’s hand, she watched the perfect arc of a distant shot. All the way from the three-point line, the feline put up a jumper that would silence her critics and perverted fans alike, sinking the game-winning basket with a follow-through that couldn’t have looked more comfortable.

Standing in place and holding her wrist up, she whispered “Swish” just before the ball broke the net, making the same sound.

The blaring of a klaxon just moments later signaled the end of the game, and immediately, fans rushed the court as the Riverhawks secured themselves a spot in the playoffs for a fifth consecutive year.

“ Riverhawks win! An absolutely thrilling finish caps off the game!” the announcer was beyond professionalism, their voice and delivery cracking with the emotion of the finish.

She would have rushed the court, as well, if she was close enough to do so. Fans were trying their best to pour onto the court, and where security had their hands full with that task, the players were gathering around the hoop for the ceremony of cutting down the nets and celebrating for their next playoff run.

Expectations were high, and hopes were that much higher, but Penelope felt a bit of a disconnect from the team as she watched Phillip rushing onto the court.

She’d never seen that much energy out of him, but all of his focus was still on her: she was the one who helped him to come out of his shell, even in the slightest, and her reward was seeing a bright, brilliant smile on his face as they tried to speak over the powerful roar of a sellout crowd.

Before they could chat, Penelope felt a grip at the back of her jersey; Lola wasn’t going to let her out of the team photo around the net.

“Smile for the camera, gorgeous,” she teased, holding Penelope upright in the back row as the players crowded around their sports drink-soaked coach. “And then you can go celebrate like you mean it.”

Having seen right through Penelope and Phillip, Lola wasn’t going to get in the way of a good thing, but she wouldn’t let the feline get herself into too much trouble or miss out on something that would have disappointed her.

Looking at the camera and smiling brightly, Penelope was glad to have been pulled in for another team memory, but she was already thinking about how Phillip was going to help her celebrate, when she broke back away from the pack.

“Just try not to pull anything tonight, hm?” Penelope offered the tease right back, as she and her teammates shared a quick high five. “And as for you...”

Phillip was polite enough to stand by the side, out of the way of any potential photos.

“Thanks for cheering me on this evening, Phillip. It was...it was really nice to have someone actually care about my skills, instead of...w-well. You know.”

“You’re the best player in the league, but...I’m sure you’re a lot more than that, too,” Phillip suggested. “But you deserve to be recognized for the former as much as the latter.”

“There’s plenty of people who know how good I am at this game, but you...you’re probably one of the first to actually care about me as a person, more than you care about my skills or my looks. That...well, that means a lot to me.”

Phillip smiled and shrugged, all in one go. “I’m just being honest about you, Penelope. Congratulations on the win this evening!”

He was getting ready to collect his notes and turn away when he felt a tap on the back of his shoulder.

Leaning over his neck and pressing her lips into the back of his ear, the feline came one step short of turning Phillip into a puddle, right in the middle of the court.

“I appreciate that, Phillip...but we’re not done celebrating,” she warned him. “In fact, I was thinking that we could have a private party at my place? You can get the real inside scoop about your favorite player, without all of these flashing lights and noisy distractions.”

It was too great an offer to pass up, but once more, the tom cat was reduced to a trembling mess. His grin was nervous, but Penelope could just see that eager nature in the corner of his lips as she kissed his cheek.

“I’ll put in my address for you,” she offered. Pulling his phone from his grip and typing up a quick note in a text message to herself, she made it clear that no one else needed to know what they were up to, or where it would occur. “Be there in an hour...and don’t be late.”

**

Emotions were running high after such a pivotal win, so Phillip wasn’t at all surprised to see Penelope in such high spirits when he first arrived at the door of her apartment.

She lived in an upscale neighborhood, with a penthouse that could only be afforded by someone with her degree of success and income- benefits of the skills that she’d acquired over the years- leaving Phillip to feel a little bit underdressed and underwhelming in the face of the slightly taller Penelope.

“Just a minute early. I do appreciate a man that’s timely,” Penelope greeted him at the door and whisked him inside. “You must know that it’s rude to keep a woman waiting.”

When she was on the court, her accent wasn’t as prominent or present, but in the privacy of her own home, she wasn’t afraid to let her natural, French charm sneak into her words, decorating them with ethereal silk.

“To be honest, I just didn’t want to be too early,” Phillip confessed. “I’ve, uhm...been here for a few minutes.”

Penelope giggled. “You know you could have knocked on the door anytime, silly.”

His usual workplace attire of a soft, teal polo shirt and a pair of tucked khakis were presentable enough to carry over to the apartment, but as soon as he saw what Penelope was wearing, his mindset shifted.

He wasn’t undressed, but a bit overdressed for the occasion, seeing the skimpy outfit that she’d picked for the date.

“I wanted to make sure you had plenty of time to get home and settle in,” he replied. “And you, uhm...d-did you still need to change?”

“I already did,” she explained. “This was the outfit I found before my first tryout...and it still fits!”

After hearing her subjected to so many perverted comments, Phillip didn’t want to be honest about the tight grip of her top and the high, skimpy cut of her short shorts, but the way she was leering down at him, he wondered if that was just what she was after.

“Fits you like a second skin,” he tried his best to remain polite, but Penelope didn’t have that timid issue: she was looking down past her breasts, paying more attention to the silent bump at the lap of his pants. “Like it was custom made for you!”

“Pulled it out of a bargain bin behind a clothing store,” Penelope was brutally honest, snickering at the modest history. “I’m glad you like it so much, but you’re sure it’s not too revealing?”

Phillip gulped.

“Or...is it just revealing enough?”

After the way that he’d defended her honor and modesty on the court, it was hard for Penelope to blame Phillip for being overwhelmed by her approach.

Seeing the jumping bulge in his pants, she had a silent answer that he approved her methods...but it was clear that she was going to have to take the lead; she was delighted to oblige.

“It definitely doesn’t...y-you know...leave a lot to the imagination,” Phillip agreed. “N-n-not that it’s a bad thing! I think you look amazing in that jersey!”

“Even though it’s impractical and undersized, and you can basically see the bottom of my tits?”

“...I wasn’t gonna point that out so obviously, but since you mentioned it...”

She’d already pushed the door closed and given Phillip a chance to enjoy the front entryway of her apartment, but she didn’t want to just push him against the door and have her way with him when there was plenty of other rooms to pin him down in.

Something about taking things to the privacy of her bedroom and the soft, cushy embrace of her comforter just seemed right, and when she tugged on his wrist, he moved with such ease that she would have thought he was on roller skates.

“You’re trying to be a gentleman, and I really, really appreciate that about you, Phillip...but you don’t have to be so timid about it. I’m...kinda putting it all on display on purpose.”

“You’re sure you don’t mind me telling the truth?”

“If you wanna stay in my good graces, honesty really is the best policy.”

His throat was still dry, burdened with the difficulty of what he was about to say, but that was just the honest nature of such a timid feline.

“You...y-you really do look incredible, Penelope. I just didn’t want to come on too strong, either.”

Tugging him all the way through the living room and into her bedroom, Penelope was delighted to see that Phillip wasn’t putting up a fight, to that point.

When she finished the voyage and turned her pull into a push, she found Phillip was a willing vector every step of the way, his rump dropping into the excess fluff of the comforter with a paf.

“Allow me to assure you that there’s no such thing as coming on too strong with me,” she whispered. “And allow me further to show you how much I appreciate your kindly nature; a real gentleman deserves to be rewarded.”

Phillip had only one chance to stop Penelope from grabbing the buckle of his belt, but his paws were behind his back, keeping him upright for the former alley cat.

She’d upgraded her life one piece at a time, and now, she was delighted to have someone to share that bounty with- Phillip was worth the wait- but saying that would only go so far.

“Penelope, you don’t have t-

“Remember, Phillip: honesty is the best policy.”

She pulled again, tugging the belt right out of the loops and tossing it aside, before she made quick work of his button and zipper. She was delighted to feel the first pressure of his bulging length against her palm as she worked that fabric away, but seeing his hesitance, she paused just long enough to turn her paws on herself.

“So tell me sincerely: do you actually want me to stop, or are you just being shy?”

Her thumbs were already turned upward, catching the inside of her tiny, gripping top. No brassier would grant her an extra layer of modesty, and already, she was lifting enough that Phillip could just see the warm, pink curve of her areolas.

“I guess it’s the latter, but I...I hope it’s okay that I’m shy?”

“Honestly, it’s adorable, and I love a man that has a little modesty about him.”

Pushing her top up and over her head in the next breath and tossing it aside, she cupped under the weight of her breasts and lifted them in a preview of what came next.

“Allow me to do away with that modesty for you, even if it’s just for one night, Phillip.”

He was in no position to argue, but there wasn’t a resistant bone in his body.

Even when Penelope dropped to her knees and tugged at the waistline of his khakis, he didn’t budge. He was quivering, to be sure, but there was no part of him that could find the strength to move, when Penelope took control of his body and parted his thighs with her touch.

It was soft and comforting, but somehow, he knew that she was in control and respected her advances, even as his boxers slipped down and revealed a full, throbbing cock...already drooling a healthy strand of precum.

“Just like I thought; you really are a gentleman,” she teased, coming in close enough to settle the warmth of her breasts on either side of his shaft. “You’d never keep a lady like me waiting, would you?”

“N-no, never,” he answered quick, sucking in a gasp of delight as the softer, peach fuzz fur in her cleavage enveloped his cock. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Penelope.”

“Good...then do me a favor and just enjoy this ,” she instructed. “Don’t worry about lasting for me: just let it all out when you’re ready.”

Wanting to make a good first impression, Phillip was worried about nothing but trying to outlast his usual endurance, but he couldn’t do that while abiding Penelope’s request.

She was a professional athlete: he wasn’t going to match her endurance and though she was used to training, he didn’t want her spending the entire night on her knees, if they’d be resting on the floor.

Even at the peak of his earthly delights, Phillip was a kind and caring soul, worrying more about Penelope’s comfort than his own pleasure...though the slow, eager drop of her lips over the tip of his feline member forced his thoughts to shift away, even if it was just for a moment.

“Mn..._hmm..._y-you are the first man I’ve ever done this for,” she admitted. “So if I do anything wrong, just tell me, okay?”

Phillip nodded, but this time, it wasn’t the timid, slow rise and fall of the head that Penelope was used to.

He was frantic, his head shaking as he watched the adorable kitten gripping the sides of her breasts a little tighter. Sealing her lips around that tip again and drinking up the first sample of precum with ease, she worked her tits up the sides and brought them to touch her own chin, but she was only there for a moment before working her bosom right back down and to the tops of his thighs.

Sliding her maw along with it, she worked through the first pass as slowly and easily as she could, but as she felt his body trembling, excitement pushed her to move a little faster; she wouldn’t give him a choice in how long he lasted.

“I don’t t-think you could ever do anything wrong,” Phillip suggested, but his voice was already weak with the strain of biting back on his orgasm. “This all f-feels so...so fucking good, Penelope...nnfuck!”

Pausing long enough to pull back and leave a trail of spittle between the tops of her breasts, Penelope looked up at Phillip with the sort of intensity in her stare that she usually saved for her opponents, on the court.

To have such fire in her eyes in the bedroom made her that much more intimidating than she was before, but to that end, Phillip felt like an amateur since he first showed up at her apartment; if anything, she was doing him another kindness by walking him along, but he was wrong to undersell himself, as a lover.

Penelope would prove that to him when she was done having her fun, but seeing the strain in the tom cat’s expression, she couldn’t help teasing him just a little bit longer, bouncing her breasts as her tongue flickered over the tip at random intervals.

“So much for that quiet nature of yours, hm?” she asked. “I just had to push the right buttons, it seems...and this is quickly becoming my favorite button, Phillip. I hope you don’t mind if I press it a little more often?”

That invitation extended beyond the evening, but Phillip didn’t want to make that assumption. He’d come back around to it when he was sure that he could find the words, but right then, even the simplest of phrases felt like impossible tongue-twisters.

“You c-can press whatever button you like,” Phillip encouraged her every step of the way from there, knowing it was pointless to try and slow her down. Already, the act was getting sloppy, but neither seemed to mind the growing mess of spittle and precum, finding it the perfect solution to spill between her breasts and add the needed lubricant for Penelope to keep working at his cock. “But if you keep this up, I’m...g-gonna...”

“Mmhm...”

Dancing her tongue around the tip and working her breasts in perfect unison, Penelope made it clear that her skills in the bedroom were every bit as polished as her skills on the court; in either arena, Phillip didn’t think he had a chance in the world of keeping up.

It was a relief, therefore, when that first strand of cum bubbled up from the surface of his feline member and spurted over the end of Penelope’s tongue, giving him not only the bliss of a release, but the comfort and relief of knowing that he wasn’t going to tear her sheets in a vain attempt to outlast her lustful thirst.

“Mnn! Nyah! Mm...h-hehe...for being a gentleman, you sure don’t mind making a mess,” Penelope claimed, only taking what samples of cum landed against her tongue and lips naturally. She let the rest of those warm, slick strands pour back down the top of her bosom and flood her cleavage, adding an extra layer of smooth, creamy warmth to the last few bounces of her breasts. “But I like that about you, Phillip...it’s good to be multi-dimensional, isn’t it?”

Panting quietly and watching Penelope’s eyes as much as the lewd display of her chest, Phillip tried his best to nod again, but that was the best he could do.

He didn’t think words would do the trick, as he clutched and released the comforter with every pulse of his sensitive, leaking tip.

“You’re a brilliant sportswriter and a handsome gentleman, but clearly, there’s a bit more to you than that,” Penelope suggested. “I’m eager to get to the bottom of who you really are; you know...the man you are when you let your guard down.”

Still feeling that Penelope gave him too much credit, Phillip allowed his head to shake. “I’m not sure that there’s much beyond the surface, Penelope...but you? You’re a proper enigma.”

“Hard to call me an enigma when I’m already showing so much of myself to you, isn’t it?”

Sticking her tongue out and revealing the creamy spread of what was left of his mess in the process, Penelope wanted to make it clear that she was just being coy, all while adding another layer of that masterful tease that she’d given.

“It still feels like there’s more of you to be discovered; perhaps that’s more of what I meant.”

“...Fair point,” she agreed, bounding up from the floor and hooking her thumbs into the needlessly tiny display of her shorts. “But that information doesn’t come for free...and just like on the court, I’m gonna be the point guard.”

Phillip was ready to go again on a short rest, and his palms were already catching the bottom of his polo, wanting to keep things even.

That she wasn’t bothering to clean away that first mess was more of a turn-on than he’d expected...which was quite a statement, when every facet of her existence was his aphrodisiac.

“Fancy way of saying that you’re calling the shots?” Phillip asked, feeling a greater sense of comfort in himself, in the clarity that came with his first release.

“I could be that much fancier about it if I wanted to, mon cheri...but it sounds like you understood what I was after...and what I’m after is ready for another round?”

Pushing Phillip back into the bed, he eased himself away from the edge and took his place near the middle, moving easily with the demands of her flattened palm.

His back was flat against the covers when she climbed his body, turning his flesh into a mountain of her latest conquest.

“Didn’t think it would be this quickly, but...y-yeah,” Phillip admitted, chuckling quietly. “It sure is.”

“It’s amazing what you can do when you set your mind to something, you know.”

“I suppose you’d know, being a world class athlete and all that.”

“I certainly am,” Penelope agreed, her tail puffing with visible delight. “But I keep very exclusive company around me, for the very same reason; time for you to prove that you belong, Phillip.”

Just for rising to the occasion so quickly, he was already in her best graces, but the full, eager throb of his length kept him on the right path, as she gripped his shaft and held it steady for her descent.

Tight, silky folds kissed around the narrowed tip of a feline cock, working past the unique shape and welcoming it into the greatest of Penelope’s treasures. She kept that tighter grip on the base of his shaft as she worked her way down- Phillip was a perfect fit for her womanhood, if a bit much- and her selective nature meant that she preferred to take her time, at the start.

Letting out a breath as her palm moved away, she took her seat in his lap and sat there, just enjoying the rhythmic pulses of his flesh as the first of many rewards to reap.

“A good athlete knows t-the importance of the right fit,” Penelope tried to keep her allusions themed to sports, but she could sense her ability to stay on theme fading away, as Phillip’s twitching length silently begged for a chance to move. “And you are...o-oh...fuck...j-just a perfect fit for me, Phillip.”

There was no spare room at the inn, and as he settled into the bed and adjusted to a feeling that bordered on painfully tight, Phillip tried his best to relax and pretend that he wasn’t already butting up to the peak of his second orgasm when Penelope was still after her first.

“Give yourself some credit for being perfect, too,” he offered. “It takes two, after all.”

“It really is a...snug fit,” Penelope agreed, suckling in a tight breath and pushing herself up, resting her palms on the slender tummy of the sandy-tan feline. “But you work with me better than any teammate I’ve ever had, Phillip. I’m really glad you took me up on my invitation, this evening.”

“And I can’t thank you enough for the invite,” Phillip carried the conversation as long as his lungs would allow, but as Penelope started to ride his flesh proper, he found himself saddled with the familiar struggle of a wince and difficult words. “But you’re really on another level from me, Penelope. Maybe it’s less teammates and more...y-you know...you’re my coach?”

Lifting a brow at her new partner and letting her grin match that curl, Penelope moved a little faster, aided by the delicate press of her palms. “If that’s what you’re into...I’d be happy to work you into shape, new guy.”

The fuller throb of his cock told his answer before he found the words to vocalize it. “Is it s-so bad if I really, really like it when you talk to me like that?”

Penelope had a feeling she knew what was coming, but it was that much better to have Phillip confirm it, as she picked up the pace and bounced eagerly at his lap. The gathered juices of a messy tit job provided all the lubrication she would have needed, but given the time to work herself into a frenzy, natural arousal was spilling over in such volume that Phillip could feel it dribbling between the gap in his thighs.

“It’s not bad at all, Phillip, but I sure hope that a gentleman like you knows what he’s getting into, giving a girl like me that kind of power.”

“And if I want...y-you...to have it?”

Wincing hard and trying to match her pace, Phillip was finally moving...only to have Penelope lean the rest of the way over his body and capture his arms.

She wouldn’t let them finish their ascent to her breasts, much as that would have been a greater pleasure for her- she took the thrill of taking full control, instead- and pinned his arms to either side of his head.

A world-class athlete through and through, she had no trouble bouncing her hips and arching her back as she worked herself over every inch of his cock, soaking that most sensitive flesh with a generous helping of her liquid desires.

“Then...y-your coach will be demanding a repeat performance from you,” she explained, never breaking her stride, or even slowing the pace of her crashing, slamming hips. Propped up just so that she could rock back harder with her knees, she lifted up as high as she could, coming back down with such force that it nearly knocked the wind from the slightly smaller feline. “Tomorrow night, and the night after...until I’m sure that you’re ready to join my team...”

Rapid, shallow thrusts took over as she leaned in close, keeping her overwhelming gaze focused on his own.

She wanted to see the exact moment that he accepted what a generous offer he was being granted, and the look in his eyes as he realized that he’d never be able to outlast her...

...and that it was okay, as long as he was giving her his genuine best.

“Long as you’re willing to show me...t-the ropes..._nnoohfuck..._I’m...g-gonna give it everything I’ve got, Coach!”

His face twisted up with delight as he felt her inner walls clenching around his own in the first preview of her orgasm, but it was already too late for Phillip, who felt the next lengths of his cum bursting from the tip of his cock and flooding her inner muscles.

A stern, but entirely fair and affectionate coach, Penelope was loving every moment of that heated offering, pausing just long enough to feel the first real throb of his climax within her before she picked right back up where she left off.

Bouncing on his rod with greater fervor, she kept milking the seed right out of him, eager to collect whatever he had left to give.

“I know you will, Phillip...you’re a team player, no doubt about it...”

Sinking her claws into his wrists, she offset that intensity with a brief, affectionate lick at the fluff of his cheek.

“Now...let me show you how it’s really done.”