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The Big Leagues: Chapter Two – Titan MVP

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for DDFantasy

WARNING: This story contains: macro, micro, size difference, human, snow leopard, other species, partial and full nudity, public exhibitionism, strip dancing, M/solo, M/M, M/F, M/M/M, oral sex, anal sex, masturbation, orgy, cum bath, excessive cum, bukkake, voyeurism, danger, and more. If none of this interests you or you aren’t 18 years old, then you better go find something else to do. Otherwise, enjoy!

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“Alright, looking good there,” Henry said into his headset, as twenty-four soccer players ran back and forth across a field that was, to him, over two and a half kilometers in length, and 1.7 kilometers wide. There were massive micro cities that was home to hundreds of thousands of people that could be dropped in the middle of the field and couldn’t touch any of the corners. From the middle of the field, the goal posts at either end were almost hazy in the distance, while the stands and seats stretched high into the sky. Henry thought of giant mountains surrounding a valley pasture when he looked around.

Fortunately for the tiny coach, the Macro University, and their sports program (Go Titans!) had a lot of money to spend on cameras, sensors, and variety of other tech to allow Henry to monitor the field from his semi-autonomous flying drone. The headset allowed him to communicate with the players easily and efficiently, and the large TV on the sidelines, which even bigger than a movie theater screen to Henry, allowed him to draw up plays and point out other things he saw.

Right now, they were playing a practice match, with the team of 24 players divided into two and playing against each other. It had been four weeks since classes started, and with three practices a week, Henry has been incredibly busy. He’s learned more about all the players on and off the pitch, where they best fit on the team and on the field. Now he was starting to train them in tactics and strategies he used when he was coaching people more his size.

And, to Henry’s surprise, he found out that macros did wear something to cover their junk occasionally. Though, to match with the running shoes and shin guards they all wore, it was jockstraps to help protect the family jewels while they were playing sports. There was a variety of colours in the field: white, grey, black, blue, gold, green; the practice jocks. When it was game time, Henry was told they would be wearing matching green and yellow jockstraps, to go with the Macro University Titan jersey colors.

So that didn’t really help Henry’s efforts to keep calm and collected. It was bad enough when everyone had their dicks and balls just… there, on display. But jockstraps were such a tiny step up from nudity that they might as well not bother. Henry had to try to control himself as the young athletic men, with large bulges that were as big as a single-story house to micros, or their perfectly framed asses hanging out and visible. As they ran around the field, kicking a ball, crashing into each other, and just generally having fun, Henry had to try to supress his urge to whip out his own cock and jack off right then and there…

“I have to say, you sure do know what you are doing,” a purple scaled dragon said from the sidelines, making Henry turn around in his drone. Aenna was the business manager for all the sports that the Macro University participated in, not just soccer. She was tall for even a macro, at close to 180 feet tall, with two dark horns curled on her head, and a long tail that casually swayed and flicked behind her. Long green hair flowed and waved in the wind, but was otherwise so perfectly maintained and cared for that not a single strand was out of place. The dragon’s stern face and haughty air made it very clear that Aenna was all business, so that little bit of praise was unique.

“Thank you,” Henry said, quickly taking the compliment, but trying his best to divert his eyes. Much like male macros, female macros also had a rather limited dress code. They also were rather uninterested in pants, though short skirts were acceptable. But most went topless, allowing their breasts to bounce around much like how a men’s cock and balls would swing and sway in the breeze.

Aenna did wear a short skirt, though not quite short enough to hide her private parts, and her decently sized breasts were left open for everyone to see. Henry, who never really had much interest in woman, felt even more uncomfortable around the giant ladies than he was with the macro males.

“Your predecessor was such a pushover when it came to organizing the team,” Aenna said. “Let the boys just do whatever they wanted. No wonder why we needed someone like you.”

Someone like you. Henry at first thought it was a bit more praise, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized the jab at the former coach: he was so useless, that a micro could do his job.

Aenna, while sparing with praise, was very quick with criticism, constructive or otherwise.

“Well, they have to be a team. I think the current roster will help the team get far,” Henry said. “I’m not focused on winning the championships this year. This is a rebuilding year.”

Aenna let out a small growl, but otherwise let it go, looking back onto the field at the mock game.

“That human goalie seems to be doing a good job,” the dragoness said, as James blocked yet another goal with his hands, keeping the score down.

“Err, yeah,” Henry said, looking down at the monitor in his drone and focusing on James. He was sweating, breathing heavily, but still excited and raring to go. So much so, that Henry could see his jockstrap was struggling to contain his hardon.

“And that snow leopard… Arnold? Seems to know what he’s doing too.”

Arnold was on James’ team as well, and currently had the ball at his paws, keeping it between his feet before winding up for a kick at the other net… and the ball sailed over the diving goalie, bouncing into the net and giving his team a lead.

“I think he’s going to be the best striker we got,” Henry said. “Our offense will be mostly built around Arnold, and a couple other promising players.”

Aenna gave a half-interested nod. “If they are as good as you think they are, then I’ll have to look into having them do some promotion for the team. Maybe even some merchandising, if we start winning games.”

Henry went back to the monitors on the screen, before glancing at the time. He pushed a button on his flying drone and control station, and a loud, piercing whistling sound echoed across the field. The players, with a last run and kick, then came jogging back in toward Henry at the sidelines.

“Good job everyone!” Henry said, his voice instantly being transmitted to all the macros in their ear pieces, as he flew his drone over to be in the middle of the half circle of tired, sweaty, and very horny macros. “Your teamwork has really improved since I got here. Remember, you guys, the Titans, can only win games if you work together. If it’s every man for themselves, then the other guys can take advantage of it. But all of you are working together very well, and I have no doubt that you can give everyone a run for their money now!”

There was a murmur amongst the players, with some smiles and grins.

“The most important thing to remember, and this is vital: keep it in your fucking pants!” Henry shouted. “Focus on the game, and the game first. I know it will be a long time for most of you to just sit around, and not be rubbing one out or fucking each other. But I promise you, if you keep your mind in the game, and not worry about who you next are going to lay, or to sneak a quickie on the sidelines, you will wipe out practically any opponent more concerned with getting their rocks off than on winning. Because you guys want to win, right?”

“Yeah!” the entire team chorused.

“Alright, your first game is on Saturday, so we won’t worry about the Friday practice this week. Don’t want to tire you out before your big seasonal debut! So time to head to the showers.”

There were some cheers and wooting, even a few positive words thrown at Henry, as they headed for the showers. When they first started practice, things were tense and uncomfortable, with half the team insulted that they were being coached by a micro, and the other half so dispirited that they didn’t really care who was leading them. But, with the help of James, who’s infectious energy and whole hearted support of Henry helped bring the rest of the team around to following Henry. Morale was high, the team was clicking together, and they were going to their first game with their heads held high.

“Quite the motivational speech there,” Aenna said.

“Got to keep their spirits up and their focus intact,” Henry said. “A coach has to do more than teach them how to kick a ball.”

“Well, good to know we are in good hands,” Aenna remarked, before her cellphone started ringing. Aenna looked at it, and let out a sigh.

“Looks like I have another fire to put out, this time with the football team. You know how to get a hold of me if you need me.” The purple dragon then turned around, her tail swinging behind her before she power walked off the field, already growling into the cell phone.

“She’s quite the manager, isn’t she?” James said, making Henry turn around in his drone to face the goalie. He was still sweaty from the practice, as he hadn’t gone to the showers yet.

“Quite an… intense woman, yes,” Henry said.

“I’d use a stronger word,” James replied with a smirk.

“And I think she would grind me under her heel if I said that to her,” the micro human said. “But why haven’t you showered yet?”

“Just wanted to see if you needed a hand back to the dorms, and if I had time to play with the other players or not.”

Henry knew very well that by “play” he didn’t mean playing another game of soccer.

“Nah, I got this drone. I should be able to get back to the dorm myself.”

And then just after Henry said that, a red light began to blink, warning him that he had only ten minutes or so of battery left.

“Or… not.”

James chuckled. “Well, I can just shower up and…”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Henry said, as he started to head for the office right next to the locker room, where a charging station for the drone had been set up. “I can do some paperwork for a bit.”

James let out a grin, and practically sprinted off to the lockers, leaving Henry in his drone in the dust.

Henry guided the drone into the office, and then into the desk that was reserved for the university’s soccer coach. But Henry took up only a small section of the desk now: a small micro sized computer on an appropriately sized desk, the charging station for the drone and the macro earpieces for the players, and a giant printer that dwarfed most micro homes. There where papers he needed to print off for macros, so the printer was still necessary there.

Henry hopped out of the drone, stretching his legs after almost two hours of sitting. He groaned and sighed as the knots in his legs were worked out, and a loud pop came from his back.

“Gah!” Henry groaned. “I really need to start working out again.”

But he had emails to check, forms to sign, and more. So he instead went from the drone (after hauling the charging cord up to the drone to plug it in) to the miniature desk, booting up the computer, and getting to work.

As Henry scrolled through the endless emails about meetings, schedules, inquiries and more, he started to notice the loud noises from the other side of the wall. The cinder bricks that made up the side buildings of the university stadium did only a little bit to muffle the sounds of the ongoing orgy next door.

“Boys will be boys,” Henry said, rolling his eyes. But he could feel his own pants grow tight as he continued listening the sounds: moans, gasps, laughter, and more.

When he first started as coach, Henry was rather uncomfortable with the idea of his entire team just… casually fucking in the showers and the locker room. It just felt wrong: like it was the plot of a bad gay porno film. But by now, he had come to rationalize it as a team building exercise, something that let them build closer ties, forge a stronger team.

Henry knew well enough that was just his efforts as a micro to justify the constant sex in this case. And he knew even better that it was just macro nature to either be having sex, thinking about sex, going somewhere to have sex, or masturbating when they had gone too long without sex. He’d gone through the university to see giants making out in the hallways where everyone can see. Guys just stroking their hardons, or women fingering their pussies, or in some cases just quickly rutting in the middle of the hallway, against the walls, or even in classrooms. And not just the students: even teachers and professors, in the middle of a lecture, would bend over a desk to allow a student to fuck them, or have a student spread their legs so they could get their rocks off. Even the library tolerated the casual, instinctual intercourse, just so long as it was kept quiet.

And how did it not tire them out? Or hurt? It was insane! It was constant! Orgies could last days, with people coming and going as they please.

Henry shook his head, rubbing his eyes, trying to banish the distracting thoughts from his head.

“God dammit,” Henry sighed, before finally he just pulled his pants down, and began stroking his cock.

“Just… get it out of my system,” Henry said, justifying it to himself. Like he had the previous times he jacked off at his desk. He didn’t remember the last time that he thought so much about sex in his left except for the month he had been working at the Macro University. Maybe during the highpoint of puberty and into his first couple of years of university. But this was ridiculous!

And it was just a fact of life for the macros.

And, well, he was in their world now.

Henry shuddered as he felt his cock sputter, painting the underside of his desk in his cum. He let out a soft moan, before leaning back in his chair as his orgasm finally subsidised. The afterglow settled on him like a comfortable blanket, and he nearly dozed off.

“Uh, coach?”

Henry suddenly bolted upright, surprised and stunned. He clambered to try to hide his exposed, flaccid dick from whoever it was.

But it was James, with Arnold standing behind him. They were in clean t-shirts, but with their lower halves exposed like normal, two semi hard pink cocks hanging there. Down below, shoes that were bigger than a micro bus covered their feet. They both had duffel bags over their shoulders with their jerseys and jockstraps inside.

“Are you okay? We called you like a half dozen times,” James asked, concern in his voice.

“Uh, yeah, yeah,” James said, before faking a yawn as he pushed his dick back into his pants and zipped them up. “Just tired, that’s all. But what else is new, eh?”

James shrugged. “So, ready to go home?”

“Uh, yeah… just let me turn off the computer and hop into the drone, and we can go,”

“Looks like it’s still charging,” Arnold pointed out, and indeed, a right light was still slowly pulsing on the dash, showing it wasn’t charged yet.

“I can carry you,” James said, with a smile, lowering his hand, palm up, onto the desk near Henry.

By now Henry was perfectly fine with being carried by James and other macros… though he would prefer to be able to travel by himself and not be reliant on their good graces. But the drone wouldn’t be charged to fly him all the way to the dorm for a while, and he was just ready to go home by this point.

“Alright, fine,” Henry said, standing up from his desk, grabbing some papers into a satchel, then climbed onto the macro human’s hand. Arnold came in to pick up the drone so it could finish charging at the dorm.

“Homeward bound,” James said with a grin, and they left to go back to the dorm building.

On the way, James and Arnold talked to each other about different things, like classes, how excited they were for their first game, what they were planning for supper. And, of course, sex.

“So that vixen in my math class?” Arnold asked. “You know, the one with the huge tits?”

“Oh yeah, her,” James replied. “Did you get the chance?”

“Not just me, but all the guys in class!” the snow leopard laughed. “She was painted white by the end of the hour.”

“Whew!” James laughed. “But I thought she wasn’t into communal stuff? You said she didn’t let anyone play with her, except that one Dobermann jock. So what changed?”

“Sounded like her boyfriend dumped her. Apparently, he found someone who was a ‘better lay,’ so she got some revenge on him by letting us all cream in her.”

“Ass or vag?” the giant human asked.

“Oh, her ass,” Arnold replied. “If there was another half hour, I would have got a second chance. Might have rammed her pussy then.”

The sheer casualness of macro promiscuity… and how they would talk about it at the drop of a hat, no matter who was around. It was still mind boggling to Henry.

Not to mention that he was sure that James and Arnold were gay, especially after that first introduction in the dorm room a month ago. By now, he learned that macros were overwhelmingly bisexual though: only a very few stuck to only just one gender in their partners, either the same or the opposite.

“So, since we have Friday off, why don’t we set something up?” Arnold asked.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well, since that romp with… Veronica? Vanessa? Eh, the big titted vixen. Since then, I was wondering about getting a micro chick?”

James tilted his head as he thought about it. “Now that’s an idea. Yeah, I like that.”

Arnold smirked. “I’ll see if I can find the biggest tits on a tiny that I can.”

“Oh, it will be a fun night, I’m sure.”

Henry felt a bit queasy, unsure what exactly they had in mind. Those fears of what macros used to do to micros, outlawed and simply historical facts, came rushing back…

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Henry was digging through another one of the boxes he had packed to move into this temporary apartment, grumbling to himself as he tried to carefully sort through all his worldly belongings without breaking or damaging them.

“I swore I put all the kitchen stuff in here,” the soccer coach grumbled, digging through the measuring cups, the plastic containers, and all the other plastic stuff he had brought along. Just how hard was it to find a spatula? He couldn’t finish cooking his French toast without it!

Henry opened up another cardboard box, and started to dig through it when he heard the bigger door unlatch, then slam shut. The entire apartment shuddered, a low intensity earthquake that barely phased Henry after a month living with James and Arnold.

“Hey Arnold!” James shouted, his voice high pitched and excited. “Guess what I got?”

Henry perked up, walking over to the window to see what got the macro human’s interest. He was standing, back to the door with his hands behind his back.

The micro soccer coach could see that the macro human must have been pretty excited about what he had, since he was at full staff.

The snow leopard, casually nude as usual when in the dorm, opened the door to his room and looked out, a look of confusion on his face. “What?”

“Guess.”

The other macro furrowed his eyebrows, trying to think of what it could be. Then his eyes went wide.

“Oh shit, really?”

“Yes really,” James grinned, before pulling out a small plastic box, and showed it off to Arnold, but in such a way that Henry couldn’t see.

“Fuck yeah!” Arnold smirked. “For the evening?”

“Yep! Just have to drop her off in the morning. Can easily do that before the game,” James said, as he walked over to the table that Henry’s apartment was, setting the box down on the table.

Now that Henry could see the box, he could see “Rent-a-Tiny!” in big bold letters on the outside along the top. The packaging around the outside made it look like a collector’s toy, with stats and information, along with the name “Roxy Reba” on the bottom.

The plastic insert inside the box looked like a mini version of Henry’s living room: a decent sized couch, a TV screen glued to the side, with a minifridge, plus some other odds and ends. Reclining on the couch was a micro chick, most likely Roxy Reba. She had long, flowing red hair that reached down almost to her hips. The micro was wearing a pair of high heels and a long, silk robe that, despite its best efforts at covering her body, couldn’t quite hide her features. Namely the two gargantuan boobs that couldn’t be totally natural… could it?

Henry and the girl in the box made eye contact. She was surprised to see another micro in the room with the macros, but gave a resigned shrug, an unspoken ‘What can you do?’

She stood up, stretched, before walking to the back of the box, pulling on a string on the side of the box. Something unfolded from the side of the box, but only when it was fully deployed that Henry could see that it was a stripper pole, with a stage like design on the bottom, and the bar supported by a sturdy bit of metal that attached to the box.

Both James and Arnold were now crowding around the box and the newest arrival.

“Oooh, you got a show as well!” Arnold said, clearly excited.

“Just for us,” James said, grinning ear to ear.

A little speaker attached to the box began to play some music, some corny jazz that you’d hear in a strip club.

The girl inside the box picked up a small device from next to the sofa. “Would one of you handsome boys turn out the lights?” she said, her voice soft, silky and sultry. “Can’t give you a show without the proper set up.”

James and Arnold practically scrambled over each other to get the lights turned off. Smaller lights were directed at the stripper poll and the makeshift stage.

Henry was so confused. He had never heard of micros who would actually sell themselves to macros! Even if it was just for a short period of time.

But, to each their own, Henry thought.

From where Henry was, he could see Reba finally climb off the couch, still wearing the robe that covered her body. She opened up a door that was hidden in what looked like cardboard background and walked out onto the makeshift stage, to the catcalls and cheers of both James and Arnold.

“Well hello boys,” Reba said, her voice so seductive and smooth that even the 100 percent homosexual Henry couldn’t help but feel attracted too. “Ready for a night you’ll never forget?”

James let out a woot, as he pulled off his own shirt.

“Shit, she has bigger boobs than the vixen in my class,” Arnold remarked as he settled into a kitchen chair.

“You said you wanted big ones,” James smirked, taking the other kitchen chairs.

Reba made her way to the poll, her hips bouncing back and forth, the music increasing in volume as she started dancing, spinning around the metal pole. Henry watched, transfixed as the well practiced micro spun around the pole, showing off her agility and flexibility, only giving a hint as to what was underneath her robe all the while: exposing a shoulder, or propping a leg up to allow the silk to slide down her legs and exposing her thigh.

Then she allowed the rob to fall to the floor.

Underneath was a rather skimpy, black leather corset that only just covered half of Reba’s breasts, while at the same time pushing them up to be more prominent and perky. A very skimpy black G-string covered her lower bits, but it did so little to hide her thighs or her genitals that she might as well have been as nude as any macro woman.

James and Arnold expressed their appreciation of the skimpily clad micro with some more whistles and cheers, while they were both masturbating cocks that were five times larger than Reba was tall.

The music shifted to another, equally corny jazz track, as Reba walked over to the edge of the table.

“Hey kitty cat,” Reba said, motioning to the giant snow leopard. “Why don’t you come closer so I can use that pole of yours?”

“Hell yeah!” Arnold said, nearly leaping out of his chair to grab Reba.

“Oh, no, no!” Reba said, raising her finger and wagging it at the excitable horncat, making him stop in his tracks. “You are way too grabby for my taste. So I’m only doing it if I’m in charge, got it?”

The snow leopard, thus chastised, sheepishly laid out his hand to allow Reba to climb on. He then brought the tiny strip dancer down to the base of his 25-foot cock.

“And remember, no grabbing,” Reba said, sounding more like a school mistress than a stripper right then. “Keep those hands behind you, and I’ll treat you to a great time,”

Arnold, still excited, laid back in his chair to allow himself and James the best view, as Reba began to grind against the cock with her leather covered tits and pussy.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Henry was awoken from his day dream daze, and began to cough heavily. He turned around, to see smoke billowing out from the stove where his supper had been forgotten.

“Oh shit, shit, shit,” Henry panicked, running over to turn off the stove, with the fire alarm in his tiny apartment still beeping like crazy.

He poured some water on the pan and the crispy remains of his French toast, but the smoke was still so intense and bad, that he scrambled to open up the windows, then finally had to retreat out of his apartment.

Henry finally got out of the little apartment on the table, coughing and hacking away, black smoke curling up and out of the windows and door, nearly bumping into Reba’s portable stage and dressing room. The music was so much louder out here that it drowned out the tiny beeps of the smoke detector in his room.

In the time since he had to deal with his burning food and now, Reba was now totally naked, her breasts squished against Arnold’s cock as she grinded against the thick dick, her tongue slurping against the mighty shaft in front of her.

The tiny micro coach instantly forgot about his own problems, transfixed again by his giant roommates and their proclivities.

Arnold was twitching and shuddering as the tiny woman played with him, moaning as Reba made out with his cock, precum dripping from the tip of the tree trunk thick pole. James was still jacking himself off, watching as his roommate was give a micro titjob.

“God damn, she’s amazing,” Arnold sighed, tongue lolling out of his mouth in pure bliss as he was edged closer and closer to climax.

“It’s fucking hot!” James agreed.

It took only a few moments more before Arnold let out a loud gasp and groan, and suddenly he blew his load. The volcano of cum shot into the air, sending fat pools of white over Arnold’s chest and face. More cascaded over the veins and foreskin and over Reba, coating the tiny dancer in virile feline semen, matting her long red hair and turning her tanned skin nearly pearl white. But still she continued to play with the giant penis, coaxing all she could from the reservoirs of the young snow-leopard, lapping up with she could with her tongue, rubbing the creamy fluid into her boobs and skin.

Finally, Arnold’s body let go, and if he wasn’t already sitting in a chair, he would have collapsed onto the floor.

“Fucking hell…” Arnold moaned, bliss settling in as he was spent.

“And you, big boy,” Reba, seemingly none the worse for wear, said to James. “Do you need a hand with that?”

“Fuck yeah!” James said with a grin, standing up from his chair. He bent down low enough to rest his dick on Arnold’s thigh, pointing the head toward Reba.

The diameter of the giant human’s cock was nearly equal to Reba’s height, and just about as long as Arnold’s cock. But even though she was very top heavy and coated in cum, she still managed to climb up onto James’ dick, straddling it like if she was going to be riding a horse.

Once Reba was perched onto the macro’s cock, James slowly stood up, lifting her up.

“If you are as careful as you claim you are, then feel free to use me,” Reba said, her voice still as velvety smooth as before. “But remember, if you break it, you buy it.”

James let out a small chuckle. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve had practice.”

The giant human then put his thumb on Reba’s back and gently pushed her down until her fat tits were pushed up against his shaft. Nestling her into the crook of his thumb, and wrapping his other fingers around the bottom of his pole, James slowly began to stroke back and forth.

“Lucky you,” Arnold said, still in the heady mix of post-orgasmic afterglow.

“Maybe if you could control yourself, you could have done this too,” James said with a smirk.

Henry could only watch in the dark room, with only the spotlights from the makeshift stage providing some light, as James used Reba as a toy against his giant cock. He stroked her up and down, back and forth along the car sized cock. With the aid of Arnold’s ejaculate as lube, Reba easily glided over James’ manhood. But unlike the more aggressive Arnold, James was still very careful with the micro in his hands. Even in the throes of passion and the height of his horniness, James was incredibly delicate, only pressing Reba against his cock hard enough to ensure she remained in place, and not causing any injury or damage. In fact, with the moans that came from her mouth, the tiny, high pitched ones compared to the deeper ones from the giant, Reba may have actually been enjoying it. Or at least acting like she was.

Fuck… that does look hot, Henry said, biting his tongue, feeling his cock strain against his pants. Maybe being used by a macro wasn’t so bad after all?

James was starting to pick up speed, the wet squelching of cum and flesh echoing through the room sending shivers down Henry’s spine, his body tensing up as he imagined being used like the big breasted broad was…

He was starting to look into the deep, dark recesses of his mind, the more primal, instinctual and erotic ones that he had spent most of a lifetime trying to repress, to fit in with micro society.

And Henry was starting to realize that maybe he liked it?

That he wanted to explore and embrace this fetish, these sexual thoughts that he either never dared entertain before. After all, why would a micro willingly let themselves be used by a macro? Wasn’t stuff like this only done because of the power imbalance? That micros were at the mercy of their giant superiors because, if they didn’t do as they were told, the consequences would be incredibly dire?

But here was a micro who had two giant, horny, college aged jocks practically wrapped around her fingers. Sure, she was little more than a toy to them, a living, breathing doll used to get their rocks off. But even then, she kept the normally rambunctious Arnold at bay with just a few words.

And… maybe she even enjoyed it?

And maybe Henry would too?

Henry couldn’t ponder these thoughts much long, as James was breathing heavily, in quick, uneven pants and gasps. The micro coach had quickly learned this was the sign that the giant human was teetering on the brink of climax, more than anything else. Reba was practically flying over James’ cock, a blur of red hair and big tits over the monster dong.

With no other warning, James let out a loud “FUCK!” and his load blasted from the tip. Each thick, ropey shot splattered over the snow leopard he was still facing, adding who knew how many gallons of spunk on the already partially coated Arnold.

Reba clung to the throbbing, pulsing dick, rocking back and forth over the bucking bronco as shot after shot of potent macro sperm was ejected, then sputtered, then dripped from the gapping urethra. Then, after a long couple of minutes, James groggily pulled the cum soaked red head from his dick, and let her sprawl out on his hand.

“Whew!” James panted, before setting himself down on his kitchen chair. “That was intense.”

“You boys sure know how to treat a gal,” Reba said, breathing heavily as well, sitting up into James’ hand, her tits bouncing around still. “Though I sure do hope that you guys aren’t going to be done with me that quickly.”

The snow leopard was already sitting up, rubbing his hard on again. “Oh, I think we can go for a second round.”

“In a moment,” James panted, glancing down at the strip dancer. “I’ll need a moment to recharge. But then… I’m sure I can go the rest of the night.”

Henry ended up watching the rest of the show, which went on for several more hours and even more orgasms, in the shadows of the box that Roxy Reba came in.

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It was the final minute of the game. Arnold had already got the Titans up one point over the other college from out of state. The other team was doing it’s best to get the ball to try to get one more goal, to tie the game and hold the Macro University to a draw.

Henry was watching from the drone, surrounded by the players currently off the field, all watching the game in rapt fascination. They were so close to winning…

The audience in the stands was smaller than Henry had anticipated or had experienced in his career with teams more his size; most likely due to the team’s poor performance the past few years.

But the fans and spectators were cheering like crazy now. They were watching their team actually, maybe, about to win!

(Of course, Henry also knew that half of his audience was currently fucking in one way or another even as they watched: giving blow jobs, plowing asses and pussy, or just casually jacking off. The other half was just waiting to do the same thing, frankly.)

But Henry was laser focused on the field, and his team. They were cheering their friends on, and engaging in teamwork and comradery that they never did before.

The other team wasn’t half bad either, but they were cocky. In more ways than one: Henry had seen several players making out on the opposing bench, or groping and playing with each other, and even the opposing coach, a big, hefty boar that was still resting on his past career to get to where he was now, was busy jacking off. At least he was in the first half. But by the second half, even the horniest of the other team weren’t rubbing one out: they realized that the team they anticipated an easy win over was actually playing, and playing well.

Henry bit his lip as the black and white soccer ball bounced from one player to a next: with the green and yellow guys getting it and running toward the opposing net, before being stolen and running to the other side.

Right now it was with the opposing team, and they had broken through the defense.

The only player between the net and the opposing team was James.

James had quite the workout so far, blocking all but one of the balls kicked his way, and he had quite a few. He was sweating and breathing heavily, bracing himself as a quick footed gazelle ran down the field, getting closer and closer to the net…

“C’mon James… you can do it…” Henry said, watching the little TV monitor on his drone as the other player got closer and closer.

The gazelle ducked to the left, making James slide to the right to keep facing that way… only for the gazelle to then kick the ball and send it flying to the right.

“Shit!” Henry winced, realizing that the gazelle had just tricked James to go the opposite way.

But James jumped to the right, stretched out his arm…

And hit the edge of the ball, deflecting the fast-moving ball just out of the way to hit the top bar and bounce away from the net.

The buzzer sounded, ending the game.

The stands and the bench erupted into cheers and hollering, with the rest of the team running out into the field to gather into a giant group hug, celebrating their first victory in years. James sprinted across the field, just as pumped up and excited as the rest of his teammates.

Henry just leaned back into the drone, delirious with excitement and relived it was over.

He had been saying right from the beginning that he was sure it was going to be a rebuilding year. But that was more to cover his butt if things went wrong: after all, it takes time to change internal culture and best practices and such. If he didn’t make them champions in a year, then he could at least say that he wasn’t promising miracles.

But he knew well that there was talent here, and raw skill. It just hadn’t been used to the greatest effectiveness. And in a bit over a month, he had got the team on the right track.

The crowd of cheering and celebrating macros in the matching jerseys and jockstraps began to settle down, and the two teams lined up along the centerline for the post game handshake, with Henry at the end of the line.

“Good game, good game, good game,” everyone said, one half of the macros more morose and disappointed than the other. Henry only got a few head nods, but otherwise a muttered “Good game,” as none of the opposing macros could really shake hands or fist bump or anything else with someone so much smaller than them. Maybe they would eventually figure out something, but Henry wasn’t going to hold his breath on that.

“Congratulations,” the boar that coached the other team said, as Henry flew by. “Next time, I’m sure I can beat you guys.”

“We shall see,” Henry said, giving a friendly smile as the boar stomped away.

The green and yellow tide then swept toward the locker room, with Henry following in their trail. Before he could fly off to the sidelines and his high-tech perch on the side of the field, James stepped in front of him.

“We did it!” he beamed, giddy and excited despite being all sweaty from the game.

“You did really good there James,” Henry said, pride in his voice. “All of you did.”

“In fact, all the other guys would like to thank you for being such a great coach, helping us turn the team around,” the macro said.

Henry blinked. “It’s only been one game. We still have a long season…”

“Well, let us at least thank you for all your work this far,” James said, raising his hand, palm up.

The micro thought for a moment, but only a moment. He nodded, setting the drone down onto James’ hand, and allowed himself to be carried toward the locker room.

When the door was opened, Henry was transported to a world that he knew well from his younger years, but with a few different exceptions. The wall of heat and humidity, the loud blaring of rock music and the sounds of laughing, horsing around and conversation, and the ever-present stench of old sweat was just the same as any other locker room that Henry had been in, either as a player or as a coach. But there was something new as well: the scent of cum and lube, that marked this place as Macro territory. He had been in here a couple of times before, and the smell was the one constant.

It was even stronger now, and for obvious reasons. When James walked around the corner carrying his coach, to see twenty-three other naked or partially naked macros showering, kissing, making out, sucking on dicks, groping, or simply fucking each other silly. All their pent-up needs and desires, which Henry had purposefully told his team of Titans to control and hold in, was now being unleashed in the only way possible.

“He’s here!” James shouted over the music and the sex, which was answered with more cheers and woos.

“Woo! Our awesome new tiny coach!” a center back tiger shouted from a bench; his dick buried into the ass of the coyote who was the left winger.

“Go Henry!” another macro human, another center-back, shouted in between jacking off two other teammates and kissing them.

Henry gave an embarrassed chuckle, at being praised by so many horny macros, in the middle of their sexual escapades.

“Can we give him his present now?” a central mid-fielder, a cougar asked as he walked out of a shower stall, stroking his impressive length. Several other players were also approaching James and Henry, all of them casually masturbating and edging themselves.

“Present?” Henry asked, looking up to James, surprised.

“Well, us macros will often reward an MVP after a game with… well… a token of our appreciation,” James said. “But since you are perhaps more important for our victory tonight than anyone else, we decided to give it to you.”

“That’s, uh… very kind of you,” Henry said, still unsure what exactly they were getting at. After all, since it’s macros, and macros seem to only have three settings (having sex, going to sex, and coming back from sex), that meant that there was really only one answer.

“So, if you want it, we can provide it to you right now,” James said out loud, before bending down, and whispering to Henry. “And I’ve seen you in our room, watching Arnold and I having fun… You most likely want this too.”

Henry felt a shiver run down his spine, at how his giant roommate knew that he was being infatuated with him, and had increasingly lewd thoughts and ideas…

James smirked, setting Henry down into the middle of a giant wooden bench, on top of a discarded game jersey. The micro found himself in the middle of a circle of eight macros, all of them rubbing their cocks. Some of them were starting to get close, Henry noticed, only slowly stroking their erections, with beads of pre dripping from their cumslit, but they didn’t want to cum yet.

“Alright boys,” James said, standing up and pulling off his own shirt and digging into his sweaty green and yellow jockstrap to pull his cock out, just as hard as anyone else. “Time to reward the games Most Valuable Person… our coach!”

There were more cheers and woos, followed by the furious pumping of their cocks…

The fox right fullback was the first to shoot his load, with a loud “yip!” of relief and satisfaction. His orgasm quickly coated Henry in a layer of white spunk.

Then, one after another, another macro reached climax, then another and another. Each one added yet more gallons of white cream into the rapidly growing pond that surrounded Henry.

Soon, Henry could feel himself actually floating in the growing spooge ocean that surrounded him. He kept his eyes closed, breathed only after a large splat of cum landed on or near him, and otherwise tried to ride out the storm of cum from his giant team. He flailed his arms and legs to try to keep on top of the lake, but the thick cream made it increasingly difficult to do so.

It went on and on: when one macro was done, they would pull back to allow another teammate to come in and add their appreciation to their coach. Some would leave just long enough to recharge, before coming back to add a second, or even a third load. Arnold added a couple loads himself, and James managed an impressive four.

Unbeknownst to the macros, Henry ended up cumming in his own pants several times as well: he lost track as his whole world turned into one of cum, moans and debauchery on a scale he could never have comprehended before.

It took almost twenty minutes before the last macro, the donkey striker who was on the shift opposite of Arnold, finally finished dumping his load. After several moments, Henry tried to sit up, but the thick, viscous fluid, and the exhaustion from trying to stay on top and not drown made it hard to move. But a delicate hand reached down, scooping up both Henry and a huge load of cum, and lifted him up.

Henry finally managed to find the strength to wipe the seed from his face, looking up to see James holding him up.

“Are you okay?” the macro goalie asked, concern in his voice.

“Y-yeah,” Henry sighed, relaxing now that the kind and careful macro was the one holding him.

“That’s good,” James said. “Didn’t want to drown our coach, after all.”

“Heh, yeah…” Henry said, his mind awash with all the lewd and sexual things he wanted James to do to him, right now…

“Well, I guess I better get cleaned up to take you home,” James said. “And I think you need a hand with that too.”

Before Henry could answer, James bent down, opened his mouth and extended his tongue.

Oh shit, was the only thought that ran through Henry’s face as his savior seemed to suddenly turn on him…

But the broad pink tongue licked over Henry’s body from head to foot, wiping up the cum bath from his coach, replacing part of it with saliva.

“Mmm, tasty,” James said with a grin. “And that’s not just my teammates.”

Henry could feel a blush on his face, as James finally walked over to the showers, to help clean up the coach.