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[b][u][center]A Call to Cheer

For alabastertortoise

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Andy groaned as he pulled his sweaty shirt over his head, his hair falling over his face as he leaned forward. Everything was drenched from practice, and he was the last one to start getting undressed. The rest of the team was packing up around him, already having showered and cleaned up, while the orange and yellow fox was yet to get cleaned up properly.

The coach, a taller sort of bull, slapped him on the back and grunted.

“Good work out there, kid,” he said, walking on. “You bring that energy to the game, and we’re going to do just fine.”

“You know I will, coach!”

“Heheh, good man.”

Shaking his head, Andy tossed his shirt onto the bench and hooked one hand through the waistband of his shorts. For all his cockiness, he was definitely looking forward to getting back to the dorm. It had been a long day, and after a jog back to the dorm, he was going to crash, [i]hard.[/i]

He was just about to shuck off his pants and jock and head to the showers when his smart watch beeped at him. Andy tilted his wrist up, saw Cindy’s name, and chuckled.

“Heh, can’t give me two minutes alone…”

He tapped the screen. The blue background faded into a picture of an albino mouse girl, showing a big smile and the tops of some nice tits. He tapped it again, bringing up her message.

[b]Cindy: Hey, hon.

Cindy: Was watching you while going to practice. Looking good.

Cindy: Gonna be down at the game later?[/b]

A low groan slipped past his lips. He’d forgotten that there was a game tonight. Hell, he’d forgotten that there were other sports beyond the basketball team for a while. Shaking his head, he tapped out a message.

[b]Andy: Can’t. Gotta get some rest after practice.

Cindy: Awwwwww.

Cindy: :(

Cindy: Do you gotta?

Andy: Yeah, coach is riding our asses today.

Andy: Why don’t you come by after the game? Hang out?

Cindy: Heh, like you do after your games?[/b]

He rolled his eyes. That was different. He had actual games. She was just on the cheer squad. He was running up and down the court while she was just bouncing up and down at the sidelines. That wasn’t that hard. Sure, there were probably some cheers that weren’t so easy to memorize, but he’d bet that they weren’t nearly as tuckered out as he was, or the players that they were cheering on.

The fox leaned back against the lockers, shaking his head as he tapped the screen again.

[b]Andy: Come on, it’s not like you’re doing that much.

Cindy: I’m sure as hell doing something.

Cindy: You’ve smelled me afterward.

Andy: And you smell great.

Andy: Always do.

Andy: But it’s not like you’re [i]playing,[/i] you know.

Cindy: Well, come down and try it yourself.

Cindy: Before you make any judgments.

Andy: Pass.

Cindy: Thought so. See you tomorrow, dick.

Andy: Come on, you’re not mad, are you?

Cindy: …No, but let’s not push that further, okay?

Andy: Okay.

Andy: Sorry, babe.

Cindy: Heh, thanks. See you tomorrow.[/b]

His watch beeped off, and he sighed. There was going to be some groveling later for that. Not that Cindy wasn’t worth it – the mouse had some of the best tits on campus, and her ass was something to die for – but he hated anything that got in the way of his sports life. Considering how she was a little…pricy…to keep happy, he knew that this was going to bite into his free time and practice time.

Shaking his head, he put it out of his mind and tossed the rest of his clothes onto the bench. Time for a shower, and then a jog back to the dorm. He’d pop by her place tomorrow and see what he could do to make up for it.

Not that he felt like he had any making up to do; she was still in the wrong, as far as he was concerned, but he wasn’t losing out on the fun they had together. Just because he was sure he was right didn’t mean that he couldn’t butter her up a bit after this.

At least she hadn’t said it like that time she’d ordered him over to eat her pussy out. [i]That[/i] had been a small disaster.

[i]Ever since that fucking Benny left me with this cursed fucking thing…[/i]

He looked down at the smartwatch, imagining what it would be like if the damn thing shorted out in the shower. It wouldn’t, of course; the stupid thing was cursed and enchanted to the nth degree by that coyote, but it would go a long way toward giving him his life back.

[i]Can’t avoid the messages, can’t ignore the texts, and if it ever comes through as a command…[/i]

A shiver ran down his spine. That time Cindy had ‘ordered’ him over with an enthusiastic text had ended up with the two of them going at it for nearly six hours. He’d been exhausted and almost failed the tests the next day, and she hadn’t been able to get out of bed for cheer practice, either. He hadn’t had the chance to explain [i]fully[/i] what was going on to her, due to their busy schedules, but…

Well, she seemed to get it. At the very least, she hadn’t hit him with anything else that’d look like an order since.

He ducked under the nearest shower-head and got to work cleaning up. He still had that jog to make, and he wanted to be less filthy when he started.

#

The fox reached his dorm about an hour and a half later, and he groaned as he stumbled down the hall to his door. Once more, his clothes hung over his shoulders and over his waist, and he could just tell that everything was clinging to him from sweat. Not as much as he’d had after practice, but more than enough for him to be a bit on the sweaty and musky side.

Not a bad smell, really. Could have been a lot worse.

He stopped at his door, fumbled his keys from his pocket, and opened it. The small dorm – a bathroom separate from the combined bedroom and living room, with a kitchenette down one corner – was as familiar as ever, and he sighed as he walked in and tossed his bag to the floor. He barely resisted the urge to fall into bed, and instead sat down, kicked off his shoes, and laid his head on the pillows.

“Ahhhhhhh…”

The slow sigh of contentment was followed by a familiar surge between his legs. He chuckled, reaching down and fondling himself as he sniffed the air. His musky scent was always a bit of a guilty pleasure. Not something that he’d ever admit to Cindy or whatever other girls he had in his life, but it was still hot. Just like he was.

[i]Heh, not that I’d mind if some of the girls went down on me and just huffed that smell every now and then. Mmmmph…Cindy with her nose right against my balls…[/i]

He squeezed his bulge hard at the thought of it, sighing under his breath as he forced himself to let go a second later. Not fucking likely; she was a kinky girl, but wasn’t into that kinda scent play. Crying shame, really, but still, at least he was able to enjoy himself a bit.

Looking up at the ceiling, he could only imagine how hot it’d be to have a bunch of girls all over him right then. He was a hot enough guy for it; he was well-muscled from all his time on the basketball team, hit the gym on the reg, and he was doing pretty well between his legs, too. Nice and big, thick, too. Nobody would walk away unhappy, that’s for fucking sure.

He idly pulled the front of his shorts down, allowing his dick to flop out into his hand. It was half-hard already from his thoughts, and he knew that it was only going to get harder the more that he enjoyed himself. He tilted his head to the side, taking a breath of the sweat clinging to his fur along his chest and armpit, sighing to himself.

“Mmmmm, yeah…”

His cock grew between his fingers, getting harder and longer. It didn’t take long before he was completely erect, and he started jerking himself, tugging on his cock until it started dripping. He was more pent-up than he thought if it was already starting to ooze. Chuckling, he shifted his grip, tugging it with his pointer finger near the base and his pinky near the tip, taking his time to enjoy the feeling of being so hard, being so hot.

“Mmmmph…mmmm…”

It didn’t take long before he got the familiar churning feeling in his balls that always meant that he was going to get a good, hard orgasm. The fox hadn’t had the chance to get off as often as he’d like; Cindy had been busy with the cheer-team, and he had been busy with basketball practice. They still met up on weekends, and they fucked hard during those few hours they had, but fuck. It was like going through a dry spell for the rest of the week.

He reached his other hand under his balls, giving them a gentle tug. Oh, yeah, they were nice and full. He was going to have a big one in a little bit. The fox rolled them against his palm, his other hand keeping up the slow, even strokes –

[i]Could go to the game.[/i]

Andy groaned. It was late, and he didn’t want to leave the dorm. Yeah, he had some tentative plans with some friends, but he didn’t really want to get up and go anywhere. It could wait for another time.

He tried to focus on his cock and the fantasies that were playing through his head. Cindy or some other girl between his legs, staring at him, enjoying how hot he was, how muscular he’d gotten over the years. Taking a few deep breaths before leaning in to take a taste –

[i]There’s stuff going down at the game. Probably should go.[/i]

There it was again. That stupid intrusive thought. He tried to push it away, trying to think of anything else –

[i]Cindy will be doing the cheering.[/i]

And she would be wearing that skimpy little number that the college loved to shove the cheerleaders into. She’d be showing off everything but the kitchen sink, her pussy barely contained behind a white pair of panties that were clinging so close that you could see her camel toe through them. Top that was barely there and some of the bigger girls almost always had a wardrobe malfunction.

Yeah.

That wasn’t a bad thought.

Before he knew it, he had his cock back in his pants and he was getting himself ready to go. It wasn’t until he was out of his dorm, however, that it clicked.

[i]Come down and try it yourself.[/i]

His breath caught in his throat.

“Oh…fuck…”

He looked back at the smartwatch, unlocking the screen and going back to the old messages. He’d sworn that it would be fine, but –

Fuck.

Fuck.

[i]Fuck.[/i]

She’d sent them as two messages, not one. The joking bit of seeing how he felt about it came as a separate thing, which meant that the first one had come through as an order. And due to the fucking curse, he couldn’t say no.

His feet kept moving down the sidewalk. Every time that he tried to stop them, all he got was a faint sense of his muscles cramping up as his body refused to stop. It didn’t matter that he was already tired from his jog and that he had worked all day. It didn’t matter that he didn’t want to go. The spell on the watch meant that he had to go anyway.

Across the campus.

Over the hill.

Down the street.

In short order, he was in front of the stadium. The whole place was already putting off tons of noise, fans and students alike screaming from the stands despite the game not even starting yet. His face burned as his feet found a path that he’d only taken once before. It was the time that he’d come by to pick Cindy up from practice and she’d met him in the cheer locker room and they’d fucked back there. It’d been a good time, but he’d never remembered how to get there again.

His body did, though. Or the curse did. Either way, the result was the same. He walked down one of the side tunnels of the stadium, entering the same back-corridor that the sports teams used when they were prepping before a football game or anything else, and he shivered as he was made to walk right by the locker rooms.

[i]Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, SHIT![/i]

Nobody stopped him. Anyone could have, but nobody did. He desperately fiddled with his watch, trying to send a message back to Cindy, but the different doors and passageways kept demanding his hands. Every time that he managed to start a message, he reached some new spot that needed his hands free to unlock something. By the time that he had his hands free again, the watch had locked itself once more, forcing him to put the code in and get back to the messaging app.

By the time that he had half a message typed out, he was in the locker room for the cheerleaders. On the walls were cheer outfits, green and white, with a top that looked so tight that it would wrap him up like a Christmas gift. The skirt was so short that he doubted that it would completely cover him from the bottom of his balls up. Hell, he wasn’t even sure that it would reach the bottom of his balls, and –

“Hey, fuck – stop!”

His body marched right over to the outfit, stripping him down as it went. His shirt hit the floor, then his pants, and then his underwear. His cock hung half-hard between his legs, pointing straight forward as a reminder of how pent-up he was. His cheeks burned a bright red as he realized that this was actually going to happen, and more, that the other side of the curse was starting to hit him.

[i]Fuck you, Benny, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you![/i]

The other side of the curse was simple: every time that he was exposed or humiliated, he was forced to get horny. The more of either, the harder that he could get. There’d been one time that he had been hazed by the team and stripped of all his stuff in the middle of the locker room, complete with this one asshole of a horse laughing at him and pointing at his dick and comparing the pair of them. It had gotten to him so badly that he had run straight to the showers, and even that had barely been enough; he’d cum on the walls and had to wash it off before anyone realized what had happened.

[i]And this…[/i]

He bit his lips as he pulled another set of the outfit off the walls. Here he was, about to crossdress in front of the biggest crowd he’d ever seen.

Fuck.

Shit.

FUCK!

He pulled the top on, unable to ignore the way that it was caressing him all the way down. The tight thing was so feminine, so…so silky, and it cupped at his pecs. It didn’t make him look like he had boobs, but he sure as hell could see his nipples through the green and white striped thing.

And then the panties.

Why the [i]fuck[/i] did they have public panties?

His cheeks were on fire as he pulled them on, the blush showing through yellow and orange fur alike as he dragged the white underwear up. It was completely impossible to hide his bulge with the skimpy things, and his face burned hotter than ever as he realized that the outline of his cock would barely be hidden under the skirt. The slightest excitement would raise that up, and –

[i]Mmmmph…[/i]

A whimper escaped his lips as he stared at himself, unable to look away from the reflections that dotted the walls around the locker room. As he pulled the skirt up, he couldn’t help but see how the underwear clung to his ass, how the panties were all but painted on due to all the extra that he had down there. A low huff escaped him as he stared at himself, at the way that the front of the skirt pulled up more than it should have. He tried to say something, anything – hell, he’d take being caught out as a pervert by some coach or security right now over what was about to happen – but he couldn’t think clearly enough to get a word out.

And then…it was too late.

His legs started moving again, carrying him through the locker room and back to the corridor. He jogged through it, his mind locked in static as he tried to understand and comprehend what was about to happen to him.

It wasn’t until he saw the line of cheerleaders waiting just inside the tunnel leading to the field that he realized it was time. The other girls looked up as he approached, confusion fading into shock, and shock into revulsion.

“What the fuck?!”

“Hey, pervert, what the hell are you doing?!”

“Hey, we’re working here. You can – god, is that one of our outfits?!”

“Who are you?”

If just one of them had told him to go back, to leave the field, he might have had a chance to stop, but none of them did. Was it the fact that it was too shocking? Were they afraid to stop someone like him because he might be crazy?

Whatever the reason, he joined them and stood with one hand on his hip and the other in the air, just like he’d seen Cindy do before. His face twisted – fuck, he was still moving on the command there – and he said:

“Come on, girls, let’s get ready to cheer!”

The rest of the squad stared at him, their mouths hanging open. Some were whispering to each other, and one pulled out a cell phone from their bra and snapped a picture of him –

Click.

[i]Mmmmph…[/i]

He barely managed to keep the whimper behind his teeth as the click of the phone camera filled his ears. His cock throbbed, achingly needy beneath the panties. He tried to say something but –

“[i]Ladies and gentlemen, welcome the cheer squad to the field![/i]”

The other cheerleaders began filing out in rapid succession, each of them shooting him a venomous glance. He tried to say that he wasn’t wanting to do this, that he didn’t mean to be here, but it was too late. They were gone.

Then his legs started pumping.

[i]Fuck fuck fuck![/i]

Andy ran out after them, his face feeling so hot that it might as well have been on fire as he ducked under the archway and onto the field. The other cheerleaders were forming their line already, and the fox’s heart sank as he joined them with a fake smile on his face.

“Ready, okay!” they shouted at the top of their lungs.

“Ready, okay!” he barely managed to shout with them.

The curse made him do the deed, but it sure as hell wasn’t giving him the skill to do it. Even as he jumped up the way that they did, he could tell that he was already out of sync. The other girls were too professional to stop what they were doing or get out of sync with each other, but they were giving him the stink eye whenever they could justify turning in his direction.

[i]I’m sorry![/i] he wanted to say, but the words would not come.

They leaped, and he leaped with them, just barely out of time.

They threw their arms in the air with a cheer that he knew that he had heard a few hundred times in his year at the college, but he didn’t know the words. All he could do was try and match the timing and the pitch.

Leap.

Jump.

Spin.

Cartwheel.

They were doing group things and ignoring him for the most part, while he just jumped around like an idiot at their side. The rest of the stadium was finally starting to take notice of him, too, and Andy couldn’t miss the heads turning his way…or the camera for the Jumbo-Tron doing the same.

“[i]Ladies and gentlemen, I have no idea who this is, but it seems that we have an extra cheerleader for the home team,[/i]” the announcer said. “[i]Whoever he is, it’s sure clear that he didn’t come down here because he was good at this, eh? Hahahaha![/i]”

If he ever got the chance to find out who was doing the announcing, he swore he was going to wring the man’s neck.

But it was worse than that. As he leaped around, as the announcer continued, he could feel the panties rubbing against his dick, teasing him, pushing him. It didn’t take long before it started to feel wet, almost slimy under the panties, and he dared not look down. He wasn’t sure that the curse would let him, but he knew that if he did, the Jumbo-Tron camera would do the same damn thing, and then –

Well, then he’d be in the worst humiliation of his life.

Leap.

Spin.

Cheer.

He almost fell flat on his face as he jumped without the pom-poms the girls had, and only a quick stutter-step kept him from falling over and exposing himself. Even so, the rest of the cheerleaders came to a sudden stop as he nearly barreled into them, and one of the older ones left the formation and poked him in the chest.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? We’re supposed to be putting on a show here.”

“It’s not my fault. I swear,” Andy said, sweating bullets.

“The hell it’s not, pervert. I don’t know what you’re getting off to here, but if you want to dress up like a girl, do it off the field.”

[i]Like a girl.

Dress-up.

Pervert.[/i]

“P-please,” he muttered.

“I said –”

“Andy?!”

Cindy. He whipped his head around, spotting the mouse coming out from the back halls. She must have been there for part of the second act or something. His eyes flicked down to her barely-restrained chest, then to how much leg she was showing, and –

“FUCKING PERV!”

The senior possum woman that had dragged him off to the side shouted before shoving him. Andy tumbled head over heels and landed flat on his back, legs spread and – most unfortunately – skirt up.

He groaned, looked up, and saw himself on the Jumbo-Tron. The white panties he’d been forced to wear were stretched tight around a growing boner, one that was barely forced to point down for now, but which was already staining the front of the panties with dribbling pre-cum. The stains were dark enough to show on the big screen, and so was the dick-bulge that was getting harder and harder.

“[i]Oh my goodness, ladies and gentlemen. It seems that our perverted intruder is even more of a deviant young man than we thought.[/i]”

Exposed.

Seen by everyone.

Boner.

Bulge.

Everyone laughing.

Time felt like it was slowing down as he tried to stand up. The stadium was no longer filled with cheers, but with laughter and jeering comments. Some of them filtered through, filling his ears.

“Ha! Look at the little sissy!”

“Man, he’s going to rip those panties at this rate.”

“I didn’t know that cheerleaders hired perverts!”

“Ha! Bet you five dollars he’s gonna cum!”

Andy was in hell. This had to be hell. His heart pounded in his chest as his cock throbbed all the harder, the curse seizing hold and making him stiff and needy. The front of the panties pushed forward, and as he got to his feet, the skirt was pushed up by his boner. He knew everyone could see it, and just knowing that had his cock twitching, pulsing, oozing into the underwear.

“C-Cindy…”

He turned toward the mouse, shivering as he tried to get her attention. She was shaking her head in utter disbelief, her lips turned up in a sneer of disdain. Oh, she was pissed. She was royally fucking pissed at him coming down here and ruining her work.

And it was [i]work.[/i] He could barely stand, his legs burning from all the leaping around and attempts to cheer like the rest of the squad were. He stumbled forward, trying to point to his watch.

“H-help,” he wheezed, the sound weak even to him.

“What in the hell are you doing?!” Cindy hissed at him, pulling back.

“Not my fault. Watch. I can’t…you have to…to…”

He was so close to getting the words out. Just a few things – text him, tell him to stop, stop asking questions – and it would be fine. But then –

“Ready, okay!”

The cheer squad had started up again, and the curse seized hold of him once more. He echoed them and threw one hand in the air, and just like before –

Jump.

Spin.

Cartwheel.

He kept aping what they were doing, a less good version, and every move made his cock and balls bounce up and down in his panties. He could barely breathe through the exertion, and his head spun round and round as he wheezed and huffed and puffed, desperately trying to catch his breath.

[i]Can’t…keep up…[/i]

His heart was pounding in his ears and through his dick with each leap, each lunge, each cheer that he didn’t know. The fox was in as good a shape as he could be, but he didn’t know a thing about how cheering worked. And it was [i]work.[/i] He was losing his mind, about to fall over, and –

“Hey, what the hell’s Andy doing down there?”

[i]Oh god, no.[/i]

“Heh, looks like the rising star’s a bit of a sissy. Slut!”

“Look at him. All dressed up like a cheerleader. How’s the breeze down there, huh?”

“Coach is going to have a field day with him. Heh, someone get a recording of this.”

Andy’s day could not get any worse. His teammates, the rest of the basketball team, were in the stands and filming him. They’d be passing this around to everyone. Anyone that had come to the game had already gotten a perfect view of him in the panties, staining them with excitement that wasn’t even his and – and – and –

It was too much. The fox arched his back and moaned in the next cheer, and his legs finally gave out. He stumbled forward, falling onto his knees as he came. His hips jerked, thrusting forward, flooding the panties and soiling them for the rest of time, or so it felt. He shivered as every wet splurt into his underwear flooded back over his cock, reminding him of what he was doing, staining everything.

He whimpered, feeling each and every shot of cum through his cock. It was so intense, so public, so [i]humiliating,[/i] and that fed the curse even more. He could barely breathe as he thrust, thrust, thrust, unable to stop himself as the crowd cheered at the top of their lungs in mockery of him.

As his orgasm went on, Andy slumped forward, his head hitting the ground as his entire body shook from the forced pleasure rushing through him. Everything throbbed, and everything ached. Everyone could see him on the Jumbo-Tron, and the knowledge that there would never be any way to live this down sent shivers up and down his spine.

[i]There’s no way that anyone will ever forget this. Fuck…fucking Benny…[/i]

His orgasm finally came to an end, and he panted as he lifted his head from the earth. Grunting to himself, he got one hand under him. The crowd was still chuckling, some of the other college students still pointing at him, but the widespread mockery and commentary had died down. Andy struggled to sit up, and even then, his legs were spread wide, and –

And the screen still showed him.

[i]Fuck…[/i]

It was a hell of a show. The skirt was pushed out of the way by his bulge, his cock still hard and not quite going down just yet. His underwear had been so soaked that it had gone completely transparent, showing off everything under the white cloth. His cock was shown off in stark relief, bubbling cum still coming through parts of the underwear, and his balls were just barely visible.

[i]Everyone…everyone can see…[/i]

Throb.

[i]Oh fuck…[/i]

Throb.

[i]No…[/i]

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

His body moved on its own, his hands raising up as if he was going to do another cheer. Could this night get any fucking worse?!

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A cursed fox gets fucked over by a casual joke from his girlfriend.

Tags: M/solo, Crossdressing, Fox, Body Control, Humiliation, Cheerleader, Panties, Cum, Orgasm, Cum in Panties, Cum in Underwear, Exhibitionism, Embarrassment, Dubcon, Cursed,