Pre-Rally Workout
Max leaned against the lockers next to room 241-A, a lab for students taking fourth year chemistry classes. She brushed out her school uniform, a black dresscoat over a vest and then her pleated brown and blue skirt. The small-bodied otter moved to her hair, tossing her blond locks out of golden eyes, freshening up as she eagerly awaited him.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flung open and students drooled into the hallways, mostly in pairs. It seemed that just about everyone had their dates for the charity ball on Saturday, but among all of the students, she was single. Max brushed herself off again, catching the looks of longing male students passing by, but she disregarded them. It wasn't that she had to be single, since she spent most of her day turning down pursuers, but the only guy she was interested in hadn't asked her yet.
A few more students made their way into the hallway, then finally nothing. Suddenly her right pocket began to vibrate. Max huffed before making her way into the classroom, nearly bumping into the professor, an old lion with white hair, along the way. The room was completely empty. After a moment Max reached into her pocket and lifted out her cell phone. With a swipe of a finger and a few taps on the touchscreen she pulled up a message, the one she had received only moments ago.
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It was from Smote, a long-time best friend turned Adonis through the magic of puberty. A long time ago, Max remembered Smote as soft-spoken, a nervous wreck and far closer to an ugly little lizard than a dragon. She remembered the days when she had to stick up for him, or when she considered it a chore to pass up a great night with her friends just so he wouldn't have to be alone for a night. She still remembered the days when her looks and popularity got her into trouble and the only one who was there to help her out was him.
Max smiled and shook her head, making her way toward the elevator to the third floor. She fondly reminisced disregarding his outer appearance to enjoy that big heart he carried around for her. The ride up the elevator began with her thinking about their middle school together and when it stopped she couldn't get her mind off of the night she took his virginity.
It was some time after the worst break-up of her life, when her boyfriend and best friend were sleeping together behind her back. The rest of the cheerleaders knew, but none of them said anything, and when she found out, none of them seemed to care-- but Smote did. She never showed any real romantic interest in him and sometimes he was the butt of her jokes, but he always seemed content just being her friend.
They were on her bed watching horror movies when there was a sex scene. It was short, cheesy and as tame as a PG-13 sex scene could be. Afterward she made some comment, something about how bad the guy was...and that's when he said it.
"Hah! Yeah, I'd do much better!"
The rest of the memory was filled with lots of gasping and panting, then a lot of silence. It was needless to say that he _didn't_do better than the actor, but she loved every moment of it. She loved that nervous face he made and that embarrassed look at the end. Her favorite part was that deer-in-the-headlights look when she unhooked her bra. Since then, she'd pretty much stopped dating and settled with her best friends with benefits. There were ups and downs, but with the ball drawing closer and no invitation to the dance to be found, they seemed to be on a steady decline of downs.
Max reached down for her phone again, but when the elevator door opened and a familiar face began to smile, she paused. Smote made his way into the elevator with a big dumb grin on his face. He stopped in front of her and without even looking...hit the wrong button on the elevator.
"Seriously...?" Max raised a brow, her face scrunched.
Smote's crimson eyes widened in the most adorably confused way before he spun around to see the elevator moving to the fourth floor. He spun around and pressed the button for the first floor then attempted to close the door. At the last possible moment, a student's hand stopped the door from closing and it slowly opened again.
The student, a lanky feline with blonde, slicked back hair slid into the elevator, shooting Smote a glare. The dragon backed off, rubbing the back of his head with a chuckle, then the doors finally closed. Smote attempted to ease toward Max behind the feline's back, but when she shot him a glare, he froze up. The feline got off only a few moments later, calling Smote a dick on the way out. When he was finally gone, Smote burst toward the door, pressing the button to make the doors close until the very moment it closed.
"So..." Smote turned to face Max with his most charming grin. She couldn't help but look up, that same grin was her _favorite_among all of the smiles she'd ever seen. Before he could say a word though, she pulled her phone from her pocket and began to text. "W-What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm texting." She said, sending the message and looked up to Smote. Only moments later a buzz came from his right pocket. He looked down at his pocket, then to Max. Her eyes narrowed just a little and she made a motion toward his pocket. "Well?"
Smote snorted, briefly huffing a puff a smoke before he reached a pair of slender fingers into his pocket. He poked out his tongue, making a weird try-hard face before he finally lifted it out. Max giggled.
The message was two words, short and sweet. He did a double take then squinted at Max. She did her best to try not to giggle, sucking in her gut and covering her mouth, but a small one slipped through.
"Fuck you." She managed to stop smiling just long enough to frown as she verbally delivered her text. "Fuck you, Smote. You had an hour to tell me which room you were going to be in, and you didn't."
Smote raised a brow, the elevator doors opening with a soft ding. A herd of waiting students rushed into the tiny room, but Smote and Max swiftly made it out just as they did every weekday.
"I don't understand why you're upset. We still got to see each other and it's not like you were waiting forever."
The small otter girl gave Smote a shove, he didn't budge anything more than an inch. "Well, that was the sixth hour, right?"
"Yeah?" Smote confirmed, his body moving on auto-pilot, moving this way and that to avoid the few students left in the halls.
"And the teacher is Shannon, right? Mrs. Deborah?
Smote spelled out the name in his mind. He didn't recognize the first name, but the last brought a bounty of memories between him and that little old goat lady. When he thought about it, she was pretty damn cool for such an advanced chemistry teacher and he had a sudden idea where Max was going.
"Yep." Smote nodded. In his eyes, he had conceded to her, but he continued to play her game.
Max slowed to a stop just in front of the gym doors and poked Smote in the nose, having to stand up on the tips of her nose only to barely reach him...when he bent down for her. She giggled again, but put on the most adorably serious face she could manage. "I've had Shannon every year! She loves me, so I don't think she would've minded if I sat in on your lesson."
She puffed out her chest in dominance and all of the right parts of her body bounced in unison. Smote snickered.
"You win, I was wrong." He raised his hands in playful submission.
Their destination, the gymnasium was located toward the center of the campus. The shortest path led through a number of buildings, each one with a focus on a particular subject. Neither them said a word the whole way there, but Smote couldn't help but smile and Max giggled the whole way.
Max made her way into the gymnasium with Smote close at her backside. The floors were polished and there wasn't a soul in sight. The gym was cleaned before every student and staff assembly, and with the ball soon, the cheerleaders all got out of classes an hour early to prepare to perform at the assembly. The only one just as excited to get the seventh hour off before the assembly was Smote, who skipped classes whenever it suited him.
Max slipped into the girl's locker room without a second thought, but Smote paused to look around before following her inside. The girl's locker room was composed of three door-less rooms, the first being the only room with lockers in it, they were set around the room leaving a massive space in the center. The second room was a bathroom with a few stalls and a pair of fullbody mirrors. As Max settled into the second room, Smote continued into the third room, which was far smaller than the others with a single row of four showers along the wall. He leaned back against a wall and crossed his arms as Max's buttons popped off and her clothing fell to the ground almost soundlessly.
He knew the sound of Max peeling her clothes from her body all too well, and he could perfectly picture that soft, slender body of hers in his mind. He licked his lips and curled his claws, looking to the side to subtly sniff her scent. All the while as Max continued to shed her clothing, the locker room's door opened and closed, the pitter-patter of dainty feet echoed about the room followed by voices, cheerful, confident and perhaps a little flustered. The other cheerleaders made themselves known, speaking amongst themselves as they began to change into that red, starred blouse and that short skirt with those flashy blue leggings.
"Hey..." One of the louder voices echoed about the room and then there was silence. "Where's Max?"
Another voice followed faster than the beat of a heart. "Where do you think?" Without shoes the footsteps had become light thumps with a subtle scratch of claws against solid stone. Moments later a rather tall, full bodied cheetah girl stepped into the room without a moment's notice. She was dressed only in a bra and panties and she stood in a proud, bold manner.
"Hey Max." The cheetah girl raised a hand and wiggled her fingers.
"Heya Chloe." Max waved back with a short giggle, her small breasts jiggling along with her movement.
Chloe turned back toward the doors and screamed to the other cheerleaders. "See!? Told you she'd be back here. I bet Smote's back here too!" She turned back and screamed his name in a tauntingly lustful manner, but he didn't move or make a sound back. After another try or two she returned to the others and chatter of "bitches" and "assholes" resumed.
Somehow, amidst the excitement, Max managed to zone out the excitement and Smote was back on her mind. He was different than a lot of the other guys she'd gotten to know and his behavior was unlike most of the students in their grade. He spent a lot of his time reading and studying, and preferred alone time over parties...though his alone time was usually code for coaxing someone into swallowing his load. Perhaps it wasn't _totally_different than anyone his age, but it was everything else that made her love being around him...and maybe a little dramatic when he wasn't always where he said that he'd be.
"So..." Smote cleared his throat and caught Max's attention with a small puff of smoke from his nose. "You're not mad at me are you?"
Max bent over and lifted her tail, stretching out with her panties slipped down. She grunted and shook out her body, reaching for her sports bra. Afterward she paused and looked over to the showers, she could just barely see his snout.
"Mmm...maybe a little." The tone of her voice was just a little teasing. She could see Smote smirk behind the corner.
"I've got a pretty good idea of what'll make you feel better." He could sense the way that sleek otter body of hers curved and swayed through the way she grunted and moaned out. The sound of her teasing voice brought back vivid memories of the way she moaned his name when they made raunchy love in public places.
Max had planned to take a while to respond just to tease him, but before she could even look away from the showers he stepped out into the open. His clothes were balled in in his claws and his cock was less than flaccid. His black and silver scales almost seemed to shimmer and the red, velvety inside of his wings never seemed more appealing. Max suddenly stood up, turning to face Smote with a playful smirk before holding out her hand and turning away. "I don't think you do..."
That sly monster of a dragon fell slowly to his fours, leaving his clothes behind in his pursuit. The world around them had fallen silent as he pressed his snout to her palm, pushing it away before he nosed at her belly. His hot breath wafted over her soft body and his tongue slipped from his mouth between her legs. She didn't fight his advance, in fact she leaned into him, pressing her palms into his snout as she softly moaned. She had woken up that morning thinking about the possibility of his body pressing against hers.
An empty gasp taunted Smote's ears, drowning out garbled voices in the background. His tongue slipped against her folds, lapping against her insides. Her body responded instantly, each and every muscle in her chest tightening up as her loins tightened. She clenched her thighs together as Smote's tongue delved deeper inside of her. A moan finally filled the air and she pulled his head closer inside of her.
She went cross-eyed for a moment, her pussy juice spilling onto Smote's tongue. She covered her eyes and shut her mouth as she clenched his tongue inside of her, her pussy aching and part of her insides burning, desperate to be doused in Smote's seed.
"F-Fuck..." Max sucked in a deep breath between her clenched teeth. The rest of the cheerleaders watched from the sidelines as their friend and partner enslaved herself to Smote's tongue. Her excitement dripped from Smote's mouth and his own pooled beneath them in the form of precum as his cock throbbed voraciously.
Chloe looked to the rest of the squad with a smirk. "Told you he was here."
The topless females watched with wide eyes. Some of them couldn't take their eyes off of Smote's cock, shamelessly hanging between his legs, splurting that messy, slippery stuff beneath him. Others couldn't look away from Max's face, the way it twisted and contorted with the pleasure.
Max grinded herself against Smote's snout, holding him in place and balancing on the tips of her toes all the while. Her orgasm came only moments later as she leaned back into the lockers, her eyes rolling upward as her tongue hung out of her mouth. Her loins grew tight and her breath grew short, then that crystalline fluid came. Smote grinned in utter satisfaction at the sight and feel of his hard work paying off.
The world returned to the duo slowly and surely with Smote being the first to notice Max's cheerleading friends. He looked over and smirked out of the corner of his eyes. A couple of them looked utterly disgusted at the display, while a few others nodded in approval. The captain, a bat woman a little shorter than the rest didn't show much of a facial expression, but those hard nips on those luscious mounds of hers told Smote everything he wanted to know.
When Max finally came down from her ecstasy high she looked down to Smote with a shortened small frown, her tongue lolled out in an awkward display of lust. She looked over to her squad, looking her captain right in the eyes before shrugging. It wasn't the first time she let Smote shag her in the locker rooms, nor was it the first time they all had to watch it.
"S-Sorry, Barbie." Max stammered, looking to her captain with the most lustfully apologetic eyes that she could manage.
The bat girl unfurled her wings and brushed her hair to the side. "Whatever, you know where we'll be. Come on girls."
Barbie left with a wiggle of her fingers toward Smote and the others filed behind her. The large wooden doors creaked as they opened, then they closed with a soft thud. In the total silence, Max resumed panting as Smote pulled away, his tongue spilling from her sex before he slurped it into his mouth.
"So...movies and pizza at my place?" Smote reached for her waist and lifted her up, pressing her back gently against the lockers, but Max looked away. He knew she loved those sappy romantic comedies, and whenever she was down they'd always get together and watch whatever she wanted. Pizza was the cliche delicacy of choice, but she never refused the offer.
Smote lifted his tail and brought it between her legs, slipping it against her dripping sex. She moaned and fidgeted in his grip, eventually looking back to him. He pressed his snout against her nose before bringing his tail to his lips and licking Max's essence from it.
"You know you w..." He began to taunt before she pressed her lips suddenly to his. She held onto his shoulders and lifted her legs, bringing her ankles to his shoulders as well.
She giggled softly and couldn't help but blush at the way he came onto her. "You talk too much."
Smote's eyes crossed for a moment as she looked to her nose. He thrust his hips, pressing his tip to her sex, nuzzling his snout against hers. Max let her arms fall but kept her ankles propped over his shoulders, displaying that flexibility she had become known for.
"Mmph!" Smote pulled back and gave her nose a short lick before slow pushing inward. She clenched and squeezed about his length, her chest poked out and her breath grew short. He lowered his head as she gasped breathlessly, running his tongue over those small nipples of hers. She moaned heavily, panting as he pounded her against the lockers.
Max screamed suddenly, her eyes glazing over as Smote fucked her senseless. Each thrust was deep and vicious, but carefully calculated. She moaned louder than before and sweat rolled down the sides of her face. She so desperately wanted to warn Smote of her oncoming orgasm, but her mouth rejected her voice.
The slapping of their bodies and their deep grunts and soft moans drowned out the sounds of the cheerleaders practicing their routine.
"M-Max..." Smote stammered as he leaned into her, his balls smacking against her as his cock throbbed and his chest tightened. "I-I'm gonna cum..." His voice was soft, but his grunts were loud and distinct and his tail lashed out about behind him.
Somewhere along the line Max's voice had gone silent as her body vibrated and convulsed. She squirt over Smote's shaft, her pleasure spilling into a pool beneath them. For a moment, she began to fall limp in Smote's grasp, but when he nearly dropped her she went stiff.
"H-Hey!" She gasped and held onto Smote's sides tight. As she looked up to his face his expression began to melt and his tail went limp.
His cock twitched every now and again, then the warmth came. He filled her insides with a deep sigh, beginning to fall down to his knees as he leaned into her. An apologetic mumble followed the mess, Smote's seed rubbing down his ballsack and dripping beneath him. He continued to twitch and throb as Max relaxed against his built chest.
"Seriously? You came inside? At school? Before an assembly?" Max regained enough of her strength to push Smote back a little, resting on his lap with his dick buried in her body. She frowned, but only a little, and every few moments her gaze would break away from his eyes and look to his lips.
Smote snickered before leaning forward and sticking his tongue out toward her lips. She put a palm in his face in an attempt to deny him, but he playfully nosed it away.
"You started it." He winked before pressing his lips to hers. She snatched up the sides of his face in both hands, challenging that thick tongue of his with all she could. He tilted his head and sucked in a breath, eventually pulling back and leaving a thin string of saliva to connect them. Max looked to the translucent stuff before swatting it away and wiping her hands on Smote's chest.
"_I_started it? It never would've happened if you would've given me the right room number." She teased him with a poke on the nose.
"Well..." Smote reached up and took her hand, kissing the back of it softly. "If I would've given you the right number then we wouldn't be in the perfect position for me to ask you to the charity ball."
Max made a weird face at him, a strange cross between turned-on and suspicious. She poked him hard in the nose again. "What?"
Smote whipped his tail about and snatched up his clothes, grabbing that black knitted vest and began using to clean their mess off of them.
"You? Me? Sexy dancing? Together?" He pulled back and his cock slipped from Max's body with minor effort, hanging between his legs. After a moment he continued to clean their collective effort from Max's body, then his own.
Max found it hard to continue teasing him with how much she had already. She waited until they finally stood up to take his hand. She led him into the showers and pulled him close, planting the deepest kiss she could manage onto him.
"Of course I'll go with you." She pulled back with the widest grin she could manage and he lifted his tail to poke her in the nose and she giggled.
The sound of the cheerleaders filing back into the girl's locker room broke the moment of peace leaving Max and Smote to reluctantly separate.
"So..." Smote scooped up his clothes and started back toward locker room. "My house tonight?"
Max nodded. "I'll bring the snacks."