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When any sports team was riding a long winning streak, they had a tendency to over-analyze all of the things that really didn't matter.

They'd take into consideration who made it into the locker room first before the game, and who was the last to leave it. They'd try and remember exactly what meal someone had before the game, how much sports drink they consumed throughout the match, and even their mannerisms, down to a "t." Every little thing that couldn't possibly have an effect on the outcome of the game was under the microscope, and with just one game left in the season, The Lions weren't going to let anything stand in the way of their perfect season.

That meant that everything had to be done exactly the way that it had fifteen times before, and while some of the players were actually beginning to tire of the routine, there was one player who wasn't complaining, and one very lucky fan who would sooner die than change their pre-game schedule.

"Hey, Kiwa! Looks like your biggest fan is here a little bit early!"

A couple of the other players were still changing into their gear and getting ready to run out onto the field as Kiwa took his sweet time getting dressed. He'd already taken part in warm-ups, and a quick, gentle brush through the thick fluff of his mane sent a small mist of beaded sweat into the musty air of the locker room. He could feel the same dripping from his pores and giving his fur a moist, matted feel, something that he enjoyed quite a bit more than he actually let on to anyone.

"That isn't good...we all agreed that were weren't going to change anything, guys!"

"Do you really think a couple minutes time is gonna make that much of a difference? Just keep him down there longer!"

Other than the startlingly white bangs that hung over his eyes, Kiwa was quite the typical looking lion, albeit a very impressive physical specimen. Proud of his body and more than happy to flaunt it in front of everyone, it was rare to see him fully clothed in the locker room, and often times, there was nothing to provide him even a scrap of modesty, save for a pair of painfully tight shorts.

In this case, the only thing that wrapped around his taut, toned backside was the hold of a jockstrap, barely able to contain all of the thick, vein-riddled flesh of his member.

"I'm just trying to give him a sample, fellas...I don't want to drown the poor guy!"

The lion who had become a part of the game day routine despite not being on the team, however, was less than normal in appearance. His own mane was of such a vibrant blue that some questioned whether or not he added dye to it, and right from the middle of the tufts, a small pair of horns curved downward upon his head. Add that to the wings that jutted out from his back in a fashion that was both stark and yet, entirely fluid, and you had a lion that would stick out in any sort of a crowd.

That morning, right before the game, he was fortunate enough to be whisked past the crowds by security and escorted into the locker room, just as the last of the other players were getting ready to take the field.

"Sixteen and zero, Deth...can you imagine us finishing with such an amazing record?"

Despite how loud his appearance was, Deth was a far more timid lion than the dominant, muscle-bound Kiwa. The door to the locker room was closed behind him, and the brazen, bold Kiwa looked back over his shoulder at his biggest fan, lifting his tail just slightly to tease him with the possibilities of what their pre-game routine could lead to.

"I...I mean...it'd be really cool," Deth replied, never quite having gotten over just how starstruck he was in the presence of Kiwa. If not for his dedication to the team, and to the routine, Deth might have never moved from the spot. His paws felt like they were melting into the concrete floor of the locker room, as if he was leaving behind a piece of his confidence each time that he took a step.

It was lucky that Kiwa wasn't so modest. The moment that Deth was in reach, the larger, stronger lion reached out and tugged Deth right down to the bench that he stood next to. With a meek, startled growl, Deth slid across the smoothly polished pine and came to a stop only when Kiwa grabbed onto his ankle and halted him. "Cool? You mean it'd be freaking amazing!" Kiwa declared, as he brought his right leg over the side of the bench and stood over Deth. He rested his knee upon the bench and kept Deth trapped down between his legs, narrowing the deep, blue orbs of his eyes upon the submissive lion with an air of expectation.

Too timid to fulfill his duties, Deth could only ogle the thick, heavy length in front of him and wonder just how the strings of the jockstrap managed to keep Kiwa's manhood in place.

"What's the matter? After all of these weeks, you're still too shy to go in and take a whiff on your own?"

Kiwa's taunt was right on the money, and even as warmth flooded Deth's cheeks, the gray and blue lion found himself paralyzed in the moment. His eyes took every shameless glance that they could, but his body remained trapped in an ethereal shell of bashfulness. "I g-guess I...I just-

"Just need to get a move on, Deth!" Kiwa cut him off, reaching down quickly with a paw and gripping Deth by the horn. "The game starts in just ten minutes, and it starts whether or not I'm out there!"

Deth was already in compromised position, and despite knowing just how strong Kiwa was, it didn't keep him from feeling a sense of shock as his muzzle was brought right into contact with the tightly contained cock. Before his fur ever brushed against the tender flesh of the shaft, he could smell that delicious, delightful musk that built up from Kiwa's pre-game exercises, and his paws rested behind his body to keep him propped up as he felt his resistances crumbling all over again; they always did, sooner or later, and all of his senses joined in enjoying the rather impressive display before him.

It's intoxicating...but I can't just say that...he'd think I'm crazy! Deth could feel his mind racing in a loop around those same thoughts, just wishing he could vocalize how deeply he enjoyed the moment. Despite how nervous he was, his breath came out in long, low draws of air, allowing the entirely masculine scent to fill his nostrils and leave him dazed at the way it simply consumed him.

"Looking like you've had a little bit too much already, Deth," Kiwa couldn't help suggesting. He was grinning wide at his fellow feline, keeping his fangs gritted tight to drown out the sound of a faint gasp of pleasure that he simply couldn't control. The smooth, surprisingly delicate surface of the thick fangs that hung from Deth's muzzle were a pleasant surprise upon the exposed flesh of Kiwa's cock, moving along it with such a teasing glide that he worried he might burst right out of the jockstrap.

Not that I'd complain about that one bit, Kiwa thought. These last fifteen weeks have been just as much of a tease against me as it is against him!

If not for the absolute purpose that the game carried with it, and Kiwa's dedication to the same, his resilient nature to only ever tease Deth would have washed away like words written in the sand of an ocean shore. He would have given in to those desires in an instant if there wasn't still a game to play.

"I don't suppose you'll be waiting for me here after the game?" Kiwa asked, wondering if Deth could even register his words any longer. What had been a look of shock and surprise was fading into the lidded eyes of a musk-drunk lion, and Deth could only just barely hear Kiwa's voice in his daze.

"Where else would I be...?"

Kiwa grinned that much wider and turned around, brushing the tufted tip of his tail over Deth's muzzle to leave a little extra hint of his scent upon the submissive lion. "Hold that thought, Deth...if we win... when we win, I'll show you just how much I appreciate my biggest fan."