Anemone High Ch. 2 - Swim Team
#3 of Anemone High
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Authors notes: This story contains graphic sex between two male characters. This piece was originally supposed to come later in the series, but I felt a sudden surge of inspiration and ended up churning this out. Despite similar names or histories, I full assure you that all characters are original and based off of no one in particular. Also, this story was also very WS heavy, but I ended up cutting that at the last minute to make it more Vanilla-friendly to those who are easily squicked. As always, if you are offended by these things, please look elsewhere. If you are underage, I'm sorry but come back in a couple years. And lastly, if such material is considered illegal in your area, I'm not forcing you to read it. Comments and ratings are greatly appreciated. Any comments, questions, and capricious compliments can be directed to [email protected] Questions on comissions are also welcome.
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A cool darkness filled the student council room as the sun struggled to fight its way through the drawn blinds. Thin bars of light stretched across the room as the members moved around the tables, gathering forms and fighting to keep everything organized. Amongst it all sat the student council's president, Rian. He heaved a small sigh before stamping another form with the school insignia.
"Next," he said dryly, pulling a fresh set of forms in front of him.
"There's no reason to be formal about it, Rian," said a smooth voice. Out of the shadows stepped a tall otter dressed in the regulation school uniform. The pressed shirt hung loosely over his lithe, strong frame as the pants tightened around his powerful thighs. With a smooth smile and charming air, the otter filled the room with whispers as several of the boys turned to watch him approach the president. "I'm only here to renew the paperwork for the swim team."
"Of course, Troy. It's already been taken care of." Rian said with a grin. The lion knew that his own clout would only be rivaled by his friend's charm. He quickly filled out the forms and set them aside before rising from his desk. "How does the team look this year?"
"I've made sure that all of the freshman otters have been informed of our expertise. The varsity squad will be holding try outs tomorrow as an act of good will, but I've already made my selections," the otter said cooly, taking a moment to bask in the pool of sunlight. Rian grave him a gently clap on the back.
"An act of good will? Don't you think anyone else stands a chance?" Rian asked, already knowing the answer.
"Of course not." The reply sharp and quick, like a sniper's bullet, piercing the heart of the matter quickly.
"As cruel as ever, I see," the lion whispered, smirking as he stood in the shadows before the otter.
"Isn't that why we're the best of friends," he replied coyly, giving his trademark smooth smile, "dear Rian?"
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The sound of chatting voices and splashing filled the expansive room as various otters of each grade grouped together. A few swam practice laps up and down the 50 meter pool while others merely floated in the water, talking amongst themselves. Troy walked towards them, the air of regal elegance hung heavy around him as he folded his arms before them. A tight white t-shirt with the words ANEMONE SWIM TEAM stretched across his chest while a pair of baggy shorts covered his legs down to the knee. "I'm glad many of you have received my message. By current count, we'll have a full varsity and junior varsity team without trouble."
"Hey, wait!" A cry cut out over through the room as a golden spotted figure dashed up to the group. "I'm here to try out for the swim team!" A ominous silence fell over the group as they observed the newcomer. His legs were strong, his fur was soft, his muzzle sported a determined grin, but there was one glaringly obvious trait that set him apart. He was a cheetah. "It was tough finding this place. I caught one of the kids in my class with the flyer, so I made sure to hunt it down."
"I believe you're mistaken. Our swim team has a long standing history of being comprised of prize winning swimmers," Troy said, stepping away from the group to face the new comer, "much like myself. I think you'd be much more suited to trying out for the track team. Here, I'll have a freshman escort you to the field house."
"No chance," the cheetah said with a smirk. "Land, water, it doesn't make any differences. Cheetahs are about speed, and that's what I'm here to prove."
"You aren't an otter, much less a mustalid," Troy said lowly as he tipped his muzzle down and narrowed his eyes. "I suggest you look elsewhere."
"Oh, is that how it is? A little game of speciesism? Fine, I'll take you on," the cheetah growled as he pulled his shirt off of his head, standing in just a pair of red and black board shorts. The otter scoffed and turned away from him, raising his chin to the window.
"For the sake of your vigor, I'll humor you with a demonstration of my ability," he said slowly, his words delicately selected. His paws ran down to grasp at his shirt and pull it up over his head. A couple of soft gasps came from the crowd of otters as they quickly pushed together to watch the master in action. His paws moved down to his own shorts, sliding them over his powerful legs, leaving the otter in nothing but a skin tight Blue speedo. "Also," he added with a bitter smirk, turning to face the cheetah, "our pool only allows proper swim attire. I can't have your rags tainting our pool. You do have proper attire, don't you?"
The cheetah stared back as he tugged as his shorts, brow furrowed. "You mean I can't wear th-"
"Of course not," Troy said with a chuckle. "You honestly plan to join our team without knowing the first thing about us? A poor move. You can scurry off now. You're wasting my time." With that, Troy quickly walked back over to the group to resume his announcements. The cheetah growled louder before grabbing his shorts and yanking them down. A chorus of gasps came from the crowd as the cheetah folded his arms defiantly across his chest, now entirely naked in front of the crowd.
"I'll take you on like this. If you're too much of a coward to face me, just say so!" he said with a laugh. Troy gritted his teeth as the spectacle, his pride deeply wounded from being called a coward.
"Fine. Let's see who needs to be put in their place," he uttered, grabbing his Speedo in one paw before ripping it off, the fabric falling around him in shreds. Another loud chorus of cheers and whispers filled the room as the other otters scurried from the pool to get a better look. The two competitors eyed one another fiercely as they lined up on opposing starting platforms. A small freshman carrying a stopwatch approached them, fidgeting from the sheer intensity of the atmosphere.
"This will be a match of 100 meters, freestyle swimming. There will be no limit as to how long each swimmer can remain under water. When making a turn, at least some part fo the swimmer's body must contact the wall," he announced as he prepared the stop watch and starting gun.
"Last chance to bail out, kitty cat. Aren't you even going to be a gentleman and give me your name?" Troy said, tensing himself from atop his platform.
"Nah, I'll tell you after I win," the cheetah replied, tail swishing quickly behind him.
"Swimmers ready... begin!" And the starting gun fired. Both swimmers dove quickly into the cold, clear water. Troy elegantly slipped through the water with ease, using his natural ability as an otter to move through the water before finally rising to the surface to gasp for air. His heart began to pound as he heard fervent splashing, seeing the cheetah tearing through the water at a breakneck pace. His form was entirely unorthodox, looking like a strange hybrid of the doggy paddle and general flailing, yet somehow, the cheetah's stamina and leg strength made up for it as he moved through the water with no signs of slowing down. Gritting his teeth hard, the otter took a deep gasp and began to slice through the water with a smooth, disciplined side stroke. The wall neared ever closer as he caught the figure of the grinning cheetah beginning to overtake him. Troy dove under the water and began to swim harder, rocketing quickly towards the wall. Pulling all the strength into his legs, he offset his center of balance, somersaulting foward. One strong paw tapped the wall as he forced all of his energy back into his body, letting his momentum carry him swiftly back into a side stroke in the reverse direction. The cheetah kicked off the wall and began to vicious assault back through the water. Troy felt his heart pounding as his body began to ache. Snarling, he kicked faster and moved his arms quicker, tugging and tearing at the water, the sounds of his cheering team entirely forgotten in the din of his own mind. The cheetah drew closer and closer as the finish line rose up in front of him. Troy kicked hard as he threw a hand out of the water, slapping it firmly down on the opposite wall, only to see the cheetah already beside him.
"Time! Troy Eden, 1 minute, 45.56 seconds!" the timekeeping freshman shouted. The team shouted and began to near the edge of the pool before the boy's quivering voice silenced them. "And, um, what was your name?"
"Greg. Greg Hollen."
"Um, Greg Hollen, 1 minute, 45.57 seconds," he whimpered. The cheetah grinned and glanced at the panting otter, his own chest rising and falling quickly.
"Almost got you, Eden."
"Yeah," Troy said slowly, squirming discomfort filling him. He rose up out of the water, letting it run freely off of his naked form. He folded his arms across his chest before quickly saying, "Everyone. You're all dismissed. We'll reconvene next week."
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The warm water from the locker room shower washed over Troy's shaking form. For the last two years, no one had ever pushed him that head. Every victory had come with ease. He balled his fists and weakly thumped them against the tile wall, his arms too sore to even strike. He lost face. Someone actually made him lose face.
"Mind if I join you?" a soft voice broke him from his own thoughts. Greg stood just outside the shower door, towel draped around his lower half. His face seemed different, almost foreign without his usual overconfident smirk. Troy only nodded, turning away from him to again bask in the warmth of the shower. The cheetah stretched and turned on his own showerhead, giving a soft purr as the warm water cascaded over him. Troy glanced back at him and felt his heart move up into this throat. Here was the boy who almost ruined him. He almost took everything he worked so hard to achieve.
"I'm sorry about today," Greg said suddenly as he glanced over at Troy with a sincere look. "I know your teammates think really highly of you, and I shouldn't have caused a big scene. But maaaan, sometimes you just have to get out there and prove yourself, ya know?" he said with a small grin.
"I, I," Troy stammered. His normal elegance and grace were far gone now. He could barely pull words together after such a narrow victory.
"Aw shucks, don't feel bad. Here," Greg said, moving slowly over to the otter. His paws rested on the otter's chest and moved slowly downwards, giving his sheath a firm grasp.
"What are you doing?!" Troy gasped as he felt the warm paw squeeze around him, water still rushing over them.
"It's basic biology. Swimming that hard causes testosterone to build up," Greg said slowly as he Troy's cock began to slide from the sheath, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. "Which can causes sexual frustration. It's all right. You'll feel better once you get off. Think of it as a present to thank you for the exciting race." He smirked again as his own length began to slide from his sheath. Troy looked up at him questioningly, watching as the cheetah grinning happily while stroking both lengths.
Wordlessly, the cheetah slid down to his knees and wrapped his mouth around the swim captain's heavy member. Troy bit his lip, restraining a moan as he pressed himself back against the slippery tiles. Working like a thief with a lockpick, the cheetah's tongue darted and moved and caressed every bit of the otter's pulsing shaft before inhaling deeply through his nose and pressing forward, pushing the hard cock into his throat. Troy's hips wobbled but a pair of strong paws gripped him tight to steady him. Through the foggy haze of the shower, the otter tilted his head down to watch the cheetah bobbing and slurping eagerly at his cock, throat eagerly swallowing down every drop of pre that fell on his tongue. "Oh fuck," Troy gasped, feeling his body shaking hard again.
"What's wrong? You gonna cum?" Grey replied coyly. "I guess the pool isn't the only place you're quick."
"Fuck you," Troy replied quietly, turning his head away as he tried to fight climax, wanting to enjoy the feeling of the soft cheetah tongue across his torrid flesh. The cheetah slowly moved to his feet and wordlessly turned around, spreading his legs as he pressed himself up against the tile wall, tail proudly raised like a flag pole. Troy's mouth dropped as he stared, "You can't be serious."
"Come on," Greg said quietly with a hint of a whimper. His balls hung low between his legs as he panted, pre dripping from the tip of his cock and falling to the ground in a long sinuous strand.
"Don't blame me if you get hurt," Troy mumbled as he moved up behind the cheetah, pressing the head of his cock against the tight rosebud. His body moved up closer, pressing firmly behind the cheetah's strong frame as his paw enclosed around his companion's thick meat. Gripping tighter, Troy let out a shuddering moan as his pre-slicked cock began to sink slowly into the thigh hole. Greg went still and silent as he adjusted. Troy slid in an inch, back out half an inch, and forward another inch, savoring the milking tightness of the cheetah's boycunt. Sweat dripped from Greg's brow as he wiggled his hips, gently thrusting back, yearning to feel every last inch of the otter's pulsing length. As his hips nestled tight against the cheetah's rear, the otter began to nip and bite at his lover's shoulder, hips working faster as he fucked him deep. Greg tensed up, feeling his balls tightening as the otter pummeled against his prostate. Sensing his lover's tightening body, Troy quickly seized him by the balls and growled, "Not yet. You're not going to cum yet."
Time seemed to stop as both of them stood still while the young cheetah's eyes squeezed tight, fighting back his own biological urges. With a few deep breaths, the cheetah pressed his paws firmly against the tile. "I'm not going to touch myself," he said slowly, eyes glazed over in passion. "So you better make me cum."
The otter slowly drew himself out before sinking back into the tight hole, letting his balls swing and bump against the cheetahs, evoking the tiniest of whimpers from both of them. Keeping his thrusts slow, the otter teased and probed deep into the needing hole while his strong arms wrapped around the cheetah, toying with his nipples under the damp golden fur. Slowly, tenderly, he rubbed across both of them before pinching down hard.
"Oh!" Greg moaned sharply as his hole squeezed tighter from the pinch. The thrusts increased in speed and intensity as the cheetah's aching length throbbed, yearning for release. He writhed, mind crushed, leaving him nothing but a slave to the passion. "F-faster!" he moaned, thrusting back to meet the otter's hips, trying to push him deeper inside.
The otter dove down, landing a hard bite to the side of Greg's neck, sending shocks through his entire body. His hips became a blur as he jack-hammered hard into the cheetah's hole. His paws tugged and squeezed at his balls but refused to touch his aching length. With a hard thrust, the otter pinned the cheetah roughly up against the tile, letting the sloppy sounds of their lovemaking echo through the locker room.
"Ahh, ahh, oh fuck, Troy!" the cheetah shouted as his body writhed, fireworks of light sparking in front of his eyes as he thrust back hard. His body convulsed as one final thrust sent him over the edge. With a snarling shout, he reared back, sending gush after gush of hot cum onto the tile wall. The otter grabbed a hold of the pulsing member, aiming it upward to shower them both with seed as the tight spasming boycunt milked his length.
"Fuck! Nnngh!" Troy grunted as he thrust with all the force in his body, lifting the cheetah up off his feet while his load pumped into him like an endless torrent. Burying himself deep inside the cheetah's used hole, Troy held him tight, grinding the thick ropes of the cheetah's seed into his chestfur.
The otter slowly moved in and place a tiny kiss over the darkening bruise from where he bit the cheetah. Greg smirked and whispered through the pants, "I told you that you'd feel better afterwards."
"Yeah," Troy replied distantly, still gasping for breath as he braced himself against the cheetah, feeling himself slowly slipping from his hole. "Um, I'm sor-"
"Don't," Greg cut him off as he clenched down, holding all of the seed inside of him. "Just be your normal, haughty, uppity-bitch self. It's creepy when you try to be nice." He turned around with a grin and a wink. Troy stared at him for a moment before moving in and placing a tender kiss on the cheetah's lips. A soft purr rose up in his throat as the two of them held close together, moving back into the warm rushing water of the shower. As the kiss slowly broke, Troy gave a confident grin.
"Make sure you clean yourself up. I don't allow members of my team to walk around dirty," he said as his confident tone returned to him.
"All right, all right," Greg said, turning away from him.
"That's 'Yes, Captain.' to you."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
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Another night fell upon the small boarding school. In the morning, life would resume as normal. Many clubs fought for new recruits for the coming school year, but one group was already confident in their ability. The award-winning swim team, guided by their indomitable captain. Amongst their ranks stood a new recruit, grinning with unwavering confidence as he stood beside his captain to the end.