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Zay, the six foot reynard was sat on a bench before the bleachers. His coat was soaked with sweat, half time could not have come any sooner. The sun beat down on the field, the glitter of the band members ribbons shined to draw the crowd behind him, and behind the band itself in the opposite bleachers. The steady beat of the drums, the sharp trumpets and deep tubas, with the ever annoying trombones.

The crowd cheered behind him, a chorus of loud broken voices that made his temples ache. Through it all he heard his name, love dumbed girls screeched for his attention just twenty feet behind him on the low front of the bleachers. No doubt they wove their arms like hooligans and crazed loons. As if he had more to worry about than his hot muscled coat that attracted the sun's rays.

In truth he did, despite the impending victory of seven to zero, finals next week. His parents breathed down his neck about is lower than desired grades. Girls hung around him, guys glared as females doted over him.

Wasn't his fault he was the most desired male in school, for obvious reasons; less brutish than football jocks, not as gangly as basketball players, more attractive than chess club dorks, charismatic, and taken by an estranged unnamed female.

He kept his tall ears down, flattened back to dull the stomping feet of 'We are the Champions'. He tossed his head back with another gulp of water. The mohawk between his ears bounced and swayed in the breeze that kissed across his skin. A shudder raced through him, his eyes rose to the flag spinners.

The girls wore dark green and yellow bathing suit one piece leotard. Their long shapely legs as they spun the giant flags over their heads. He couldn't help but follow the tails that swayed, the poorly contained mounds of flesh that bounced. As he stared he found himself reminded he hadn't cum in days, the pent up ache in his loins. Even with his legs spread he could feel the heat and sweat of his balls, and it did nothing to clear his mind.

He found himself in a daze, the phantom grasp around his length. The desire for her folds to twitch against his knot, to feel her most inner walls quiver. As his eyes followed a plump rear he jerked his ears up, "The hell am I sitting here for. I got a girl to bang."

Without a word he tossed the bottle over to Kevin the cougar and bound to the ground on all fours, his eyes gazed up into the bleachers catching sight of her. His ears flicked and then he started away in a trot.

The coach was a burly warthog, Mr Lazerus, "Zay, where are you goin'?"

He paused as his tail swept the ground, rocking back onto his haunches as he turned, "I gotta take a leak. I'll be back before the next half. Ten minutes!" He began to start away again, paying no heed to the boar as he bound through the gate. In his excitement he could already feel his knot swell in his sheath, he let out a breath to try and calm himself if only a little. He continued around the bleachers and under, smirking to himself as he bound into the cool shade of the bleachers.

She stepped away from the bleachers, likely going for the bathroom herself. The vixen matched his coloration to a T, her body clothed in the same forest green soccer uniform just without the shinguards. Her long tail hung just over the ground, it matched the hypnotizing sway of her curvy hips.

"Okay, I might be a little bit of a narcissist but damn fem me is good lookin." He let out two sharp but hushed barks, a smirk on his lips as her tall ears perked and twisted. He nodded her his way and backed up, patiently waiting as she stepped under the littered bleachers. His paw wrapped around her arm to yank her close to him and whirl her around to press her back to his chest, "I've got like ten minutes, hold still."

Zayra gasped and her tail shifted, "Z-Zay we could get caught, at least lets-eep!" She was interrupted by his paw on her groin and his strong fingers that ground up against her shorts just over her bud.

Zay pressed his mouth to her neck to breathe in her scent, "Come on sis, the risk is half the fun. Now be good and stay quiet..." His left paw on her chest lowered to slip under her shirt and bra to grasp her right breast. His right paw pushing at her shorts, "But do moan, I love hearing you moan my name."

Her tongue peeked from her lips, hips pressed back against the bulge of his shorts, "Oh-okay." Her silky fur under his paws as he lead her to the soft grass. She lowered her paws to push at her shorts first to press her matching panties to his shorts.

He purred, his right hand raking his claws through her fur to the hem of the panties as he let out a pleased grumble against the nape of her neck. "Oh you did wear them, just for me," his claws traced over the forest green and yellow cotton fabric with a big 'NB' in white just over her mound.

She kicked her shorts free and began to wiggle her panties down, "Of course I did, you said it helps with your games. Like a luck charm."

Zay smiled into her neck, his paws began to shove at his shorts, "You are my luck charm sis." His purple flesh flopped free and pressed firmly to her already damp folds, "And remember to be quiet miss squealer."

She grumbled with her ears back, "You say that like it's my fault." She slipped her panties down to her ankles out of the way, her right paw on his hip to help push his shorts down further. Her tail rested over his side to curl softly with his.

Zay stroked his right paw up her leg to open them, his heart pounded with excitement in his chest. With his nose to her neck and shoulder all he could smell was her sweet arousal, and feel her pulse in the veins against his whiskers. His paw then lowered and wrapped around his nine inches of flesh, teasing the tip around her folds and bud to get a whimpered moan from her before he pressed into her slit.

In unison their ears splayed, eyes rolled back to close with a pleased moan and pant. Her folds just slick enough to bury the whole length in one hard thrust. His flesh stretched her inner walls, a soft bump on her belly with his knot pressed against her slick and twitching folds.

Zay used his left arm to lift her shirt and bra up over her breasts, though his paw grasped her ribs as he began to rut. If he took too long, coach would come looking for him and they would be caught for sure. They only had a couple more songs before the band would file off the field and the second half would start.

Zayra let her leg drop and shift forward, her feet twitched just over the grass. Her left slipped free of the cloth which allowed it to hang from her right ankle around her anklet. She whimpered through her lip, her right hand rose to grip his mane, "Z-Zay... Oh god..."

His flesh rubbed firmly against her inner walls, he stretched her and filled her. His length throbbed in response to every hard clench and quiver, the constant hot and cool on his cock and knot as the breeze crossed the juices from her heat. "God sis... Tight as ever. I swear it's like you were made for me."

She hissed through her teeth, her left hand on the grass, claws tearing blades free. Her mouth fell open, tongue lulled past her teeth as she drooled, "Don't... stop..." Her claws dug into the fur of his neck with a groan.

He rose his whiskers to her ear, "Hush hun, remember there's people above us... I ain't stopping if any come to investigate."

She bit her lip again to muffle another pleasured moan, her hips began to rock back into him, "H-harder Zay."

His right hand fell and gripped her ass to push up on it to angle her a little. His legs kicked at his shorts until his right leg rose free and he planted his heel into the grass. His hips tossed into hers so his knot made wet pats on her heavenly scented folds, "Tell me you took your pill this morning..."

Her eyes rolled up, mouth gaped open as she moaned weakly, "Y-yes, I took my p-pill..."

A relief filled his chest, and an ache formed in his groin. His hips rut into her, a hiss through his teeth, "Thats it sis, be a good girl and come on me. You know it drives me crazy..."

She whined as she panted and her inner walls tightened, "Just ah... little.. m-more."

He let out a soft moan, resting his cheek against hers as she rose her head to his. His eyes shifted to meet hers just as their tails tightened their curl. "Come on me sis... Nice and hard."

Zayra whimpered, "D-don't knot me..." Her folds beginning to twitch harder.

"I won't," he said, "Just come for me hun, I need it." He huffed feeling the heat of her cheek on his, her pulse through her body and around his flesh that throbbed in response. Then it happened, her hole clamped down like a vice, an arousal fueled death grip on his flesh, "O-oh fuck... gonna cum sis..."

She let out a broken cry, choked back as her climax rocked through her with spasms and tremors, "Yess... do it inside of me..." She whimpered again as her tail twisted further around his tail.

Zay pulled back with a gush of cum, the grip had already milked him of a few ropes before she could beg. "Oh fuck sis, this is gonna be messy." He rammed back in with a wet smack, his cum drooled out over his knot and across her rump to the grass.

They rode out their climaxes, her tight grip milked a large load from him before he finally stopped and her body relaxed. He looked down at her as she collapsed to the grass, watching her breathe and pant, her arms and legs twitched and shook, her heat quivered around him. She released his mane and let her paw fall to the grass before her.

He leaned over and kissed her cheek, his gaze soft as he smiled and pet her shoulder and arm, "Is it bad I hope it takes?"

She glanced up at him and rolled a bit to her back, her breasts rose and fell in the open air with her hard breathing. "W-what do you mean?"

With a shrug he looked away, his paw on her hip as he squirmed. His flesh dipped in and out of her cum drooling hole, "N-nothing, nevermind."

She grunted as she rolled to sit up on her elbows, though her paws still shook, "Zay?" Her head tilted, the worried look on her face with a soft pout, though her ears were up.

Zay shrugged and pressed their whiskers together, taking full advantage of her gaped lips to fill her mouth with his tongue and moan into her. He could feel her almost melt under him, her legs shifted to press against him again, and a rattled sigh past his cheek from her nose. As he broke the kiss and pulled away he rose his right paw to pet her face, "I love you sis, nothing will ever change that."

She leaned into his paw with a smile, "I love you too Zay."

A sharp whistle sounded which caused both to perk their ears high and twist their ears toward the direction of the whistle.

"Sounds like coach, I must be late," He rolled away and wiggled his shorts back up toward his cock. He paused with a soft yip as Zayra rolled over and took his erect length in her mouth. His paw pet down her neck and back as she did a quick clean up of him and pulled away. He yanked his shorts up with a snicker, "You're so cute when you like your lips like that."

She paused mid lick over her whiskers, eyes toward him, "Don't you have a game to get to?"

He put his paws up and found his feet, "Hurry up and get back to mom and dad, they'll come looking for you if you're not back soon. Stand with the girls up front, I doubt they'd notice your scent among their own."

She wove him off, "Go, before they come looking."

He bound back toward the gate and paused just long enough to make sure his shin guards were still in place and pet his shirt flat. Once back with his team he could feel his erection die away. He was about to step onto the field when he heard two sharp barks. His ears rocketed up and he turned with a smile.

Zayra stood near the girls that wove for his attention, her fur still ruffled and a bit messy, but she put a paw to her lips and blew him a kiss.

Zay hesitated, his smile bloomed brighter as his tail wiggled over the grass, his chest felt full of cotton stuffing as he heard his name called from farther on the field. "Who needs a girlfriend across town, mines across the hall."