Hitting the Showers (Illustrated)
Hitting the Showers
Art is © Ajna
Story is © LaVojeto
"Forty-love, game point..." Amy called out from across the court, bouncing the ball on the ground before looking up. The golden retriever girl standing across the court from her was just as sweaty and out of breath as her, and Amy could only grin as Dakota spun her racket, the golden's eyes focused only on the ball in the dalmatian's hand. Throwing the ball up, Amy brought her arm up and around in a wicked slice, the ball flying away with a solid thwack as it spun around, tightly hugging the center service line.
Over the course of their match, however, Dakota had adjusted to Amy's slice. She'd managed this by observing it enough, and also her knowledge of how slice serves worked.
Dakota's was much more wicked than Amy's, after all.
Dakota shifted around and brought her racket back, her one-handed backhand sending the ball right to the other corner of the court, but Amy had anticipated this and dashed to the other side of the court, barely managing to reach out and catch the ball with a slice that sent it just skidding over the top of the net and dropping it neatly into the service boxes.
Dakota dashed up and popped the ball back over, Amy returning to the front of the net and turning the game into a volley match. The two quickly fired volleys back and forth. Dakota went for a lob, her volley flying up above Amy's head and towards the back of the court. Amy fell into a quick back step, her shoes pattering across the court as she fell behind the ball, backing up and prepping her arm for a forehand that would set the game back into an even tempo. The ball dropped and Amy lowered her hand with a heavy sigh of relief.
"Out! That's game, five to five!"
"Dang it!" Dakota squeaked, sighing heavily and lolling her head back as she tried to ease the weariness of her arms and legs. Amy merely grinned and pulled the tennis balls tucked away under her skirt and tossed them over the net to the golden retriever, who fetched them with one hand and walked over to the serving point.
"Alright...five-all, love-all..." Dakota mumbled as she went back to the service line, bouncing the ball on the ground before looking up at the sweaty and tired dalmatian. Throwing the ball up, Dakota brought her arm up and around in a wicked slice, setting off the next game of the match.
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Dakota sighed as her and Amy walked back into the gym's locker room, arms heavy and hair each drenched with sweat as they lugged their bags back to their lockers.
"Really good game," Amy said to her smaller friend.
"Yeah, really close," Dakota responded with a nod and a smile as they came up to their lockers. Setting down their bags, the two girls set about undoing the locks and swinging open the doors. "I need to work on my topspin a bit more."
"No, your serves are excellent. You should practice your power, though. You put that ball anywhere on the court, but you need to be able to hammer it there so your opponent can't get to it," Amy explained. "I know I gotta work on my serves, I gave up too many points to double faults."
"I wasn't going to say anything, but...yeah," Dakota giggled, sticking her tongue out. Amy rolled her eyes and ruffled Dakota's hair, the golden squeaking and swatting off the dalmatian's arms.
Amy kicked off her shoes and lowered herself onto the bench between the two isles of lockers, slipping out of her socks. Dakota instead took a leaning route, slipping out of her shoes and socks and stuffing her dirty socks into the shoes and tossing them into the locker.
Amy shucked her shirt into the locker and quickly did away with her bra, sighing happily as her breasts bounced out freely, resting against the soft curve of her ample stomach. Dakota understood what Lawrence saw in the dalmatian for a moment before she cleared her head of those thoughts and freed herself of the confines of her own shirt and bra.
"I see what Alice sees in you," Amy said with a nod, the golden retriever's ears breaking out into a bright red blush as hands subconsciously went to cover her chest. "Not that I swing that way, but you're a really pretty lady."
"Th-thanks," Dakota stammered as Amy non-chalantly slipped out of her skirt, leaving her clad only in a bright, neon pink thong that sat, nestled between her two plump buttocks. "Y-you're very pretty, too."
"You don't have to feel weird about complimenting me, you know," Amy pointed out, smiling at her smaller friend. "I'm not gonna be weirded out because you like women. It's a compliment."
"Y-yeah but like...I don't know, what if someone thought I was hitting on you and like I wouldn't be but if I said something like that it'd sound like..." Dakota mumbled, looking at her feet before the dalmatian swooped in and hugged her, bare chested.
"Stop worrying. You're like a little sister to me."
"We're the same age."
"Yeah, but mentally you're like 10."
"Am not!"
Amy merely smiled and broke the hug, stripping herself out of a thong and grabbing her soap basket from her locker. "Joining me in the showers?"
"Y-yeah," Dakota nodded, quickly stripping out of her skirt and underwear before tossing them into the locker and following the dalmatian before realizing halfway to the shower she'd forgotten her soaps. Rushing back, the golden nabbed them from the locker, slammed it shut, and pattered after the dalmatian.
The two headed over to unoccupied showers and hung their soap baskets up underneath the nozzles. With a quick twist of a handle, a spray of the water began to wash down over them, the two releasing simultaneous sighs of relief as the sweat in their hair and fur finally began to wash away under the deluge of water.
"So, any plans for this weekend?" Amy asked Dakota, the dalmatian grabbing a bar of soap and sudsing herself up.
"Alice and I were going to go up to the mountains to stay at a cabin she'd rented," she answered with a smile, applying a generous amount of shampoo the back of her hair. "You got any plans?"
"Lawrence went home to spend the weekend with his parents, so I'm home alone. I was actually asking to see if you wanted to come over and have a sleepover, but you have fun with Alice," Amy beamed at the golden, giving herself a thorough scrubbing of soap. "I'll probably just hole up and binge some Netflix show."
"You wanna come with us?" Dakota asked.
"Nah, I'm sure Alice has less than noble intentions isolating you for the weekend," Amy chuckled, throwing the golden retriever a wink that had her blushing once more.
"Well when you put it like that..."
"I mean, I'm sure she wants to have you to herself too. But like, at the same time...she wants to tear you up," Amy reassured Dakota, grinning evilly as the golden's ears folded down, her blush blazing up. "I'm betting she doesn't want you waking up the neighbors."
"A-amy!"
"Hey, don't worry, I'm sure it'll be fine." Amy shut down her shower and smiled at the golden. "C'mon, let's get dried off, then we can go get something to eat. You like Greek food?"
"Y-yeah," Dakota said with a nod, shutting off her shower as well.
"Good, I know a great place, my treat," Amy responded, throwing an arm around the golden and beaming at her as she led her to the dryer rooms, tails wagging happily.