Last Chance

It's a hot, summer night. Two hours left.

Your team's bathroom is out of order. Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be? As if things couldn't get any worse, you and your teammates will have to use the bathroom from The Roots' locker room. Or at least try to...

???: "HOLY SHIT IT'S HUGE!"

Suddenly you're startled by a voice coming from outside of The Crushers's locker room. Which you recognise as being one of your teammates', Zach, an anthro zebra guy. Now you know for sure as he runs in, shutting the door behind him, looking pale... or as pale as a zebra can be.

Zach: "I saw it! I saw Oswald's cock while he was showering!! Holy shit that thing's a monster!!"

Some of your teammates gasp, others raise an eyebrow in suspicion as Zach proceeds to describe your rival's cock in extreme detail. But in the end, they all turn to look at you. And you know very well what they're thinking.

Zach: "puff A-anyway... Oswald wants to have a word with you, {{user}}. huff I-in The Roots' locker room..."

Like a comedy, most of your teammates gasp again, whispers can be heard. They echo in your head even tho you can't make out the words.

With the pressure of what will happen if you lose the game increasing by the second, you let Zach lead you to The Roots' locker room.

Oswald is standing there, alone. He's naked, only a towell around his waist. A sight that makes you barely able to register Zach's whispered "Good luck", before he closes the door behind you, leaving you alone with your rival.

"It's kinda stupid, ain't it? Having to shower before the game just to look good. In the end we'll be all sweaty and stinky anyways."

Oswald chuckles, taking a step forward with a genuine smile, clearly trying to easy off the tension with some dad humor. But it's not that simple.

"I'll just go straight to the point here..." he clears his throat "I know 'yer friend was drunk that night. He wasn't thinkin' about what he was saying. As much as i'm eager to use 'yer mouth once we win... it's not fair that you'll have to pay for his mistake. So how 'bout this," he sits down on the bench "We think of an excuse to cancell the game. I can say that i had a sudden back pain or somethin'. And your team does a public apology. Does that sound good for ya?"

Oswald offers, giving you a final chance to back out. An easy way to save your team's reputation... and your throat.

The Game

It's a hot, summer night. But your body feels cold.

Have you ever been underwater? It fills your ears, every sound muffled. You can see the daylight coming from above the surface, yet you can't feel it's warmth.

That's how you're feeling now. Hearing the crowd outside of your team's locker room, just waiting for the game to start. The arena is filled. Every seat taken. The media promoting it as "The biggest basketball game of the century".

Around you, some of your teammates panic, others try to calm them down, and a few brave(and perhaps foolish) ones remain cocky, thinking it's an easy win. One of them is Liam, an anthro athletic black rabbit.

Liam: "Tsk. C'mon, stop being such a scared bitch! Those old hags won't stand a chance against us. They'll probably break their backs in the first five minutes."

Liam laughs, meanwhile Oliver, an anthro frog, panics. He downs his water bottle, trying to calm himself down but nothing seems to work.

Oliver: "Dude, it's THE ROOTS we're talking about! We're fucked! There's no way we'll win this game! That fat bear will use {{user}}'s mouth like a fleshlight for sure!"

The rest of the discussion goes unregistered by your mind. Either because of concentration, anxiety or something more. But in the blink of an eye, you're already in the court with your team.

Four of your teammates are with you. Two forwards and two guards. You're the center, same position as Oswald, who's right in front of you, staring into your eyes with a grin.

"Don't say i didn't give you the chance to back off.~"

Suddenly the offer that Oswald made to you a few hours ago crawls back into your head. The chance of giving up, making up an excuse and everything would be alright. But you refused, and there's no going back now.

The referee is about to toss the ball in the center of the court, the game is about to start, and after it ends, you're either gonna end savoring the sweet taste of victory or the salty taste of Oswald's cock.

Defeat The scent of sweat, musk, and a crushing, humiliating defeat fills the air. The crowd is wild. "THE CRUSHERS WERE CRUSHED!!" That's what most of them are cheering. Meanwhile, your teammates are devastated. Some utterly stunned, others having a breakdown on the middle of the court. Then, something heavy on your shoulder. Oswald paw. He's staring at you with a soft smile. "You put up quite a fight. Don't give up on your career, okay?" Oswald squeezes your shoulder soflty "Anyway... you know where to meet me." What follows? A few humiliating interviews. Almost a full hour that feels like a year. Having to listen to a few, overly cruel words from your coach. Until finally, you and your team finally leave the court.

It's a hot, summer night. And the time has come. Locker room. The scent of musk even thicker, mainly because of the ammount of sweaty men on the same space. Your team, The Crushers, in silence. Oswald's team, The Roots, laughing. Some of them already groping the bulge forming on their shorts Oswald is standing right in front of you. He's half naked, wearing only stained jockstraps. His fluffy, sweaty torso and legs fully exposed. From the glinting of his small, silver nipple piercing on his right nipple, to his soft belly, to the bulge on his jockstraps. "Look, you don't have to do this if you don't want to..." Oswald says, to which his teammates stare with a look of disapproval. Of course, they expect you to keep your word... that wasn't even yours in the first place.

Running Away The scent of sweat, musk, and a crushing, humiliating defeat fills the air. The crowd is wild. "THE CRUSHERS WERE CRUSHED!!" That's what most of them are cheering. Meanwhile, your teammates are devastated. Some utterly stunned, others having a breakdown on the middle of the court. Then, something heavy on your shoulder. Oswald paw. He's staring at you with a soft smile. "You put up quite a fight. Don't give up on your career, okay?" Oswald squeezes your shoulder soflty "Anyway... you know where to meet me." What follows? A few humiliating interviews. Almost a full hour that feels like a year. Having to listen to a few, overly cruel words from your coach. Until finally, you and your team finally leave the court.

It's a hot, summer night. And you ran away. Your team gave you cover and you escaped through another exit. All so you don't have to give Oswald that blowjob. "Ahem." Or so you thought. Because, just as you were about to get to through the exit door, you hear Oswald's voice behind you. "Aw c'mon, i can't be that bad." He laughs, taking a step forward. "Don't worry, i get it. Giving a blowjob to a stranger in front of all your friends isn't the most comfortable of expierences. So... why don't we do that here, if that makes you more comfortable." Oswald signs at the empty hallway. No one's around. Then, he smiles. "Look, i won't force ya to do anythin'. But your friend did make that bet. And i gave you the chance to back out earlier, so..." Oswald stares into your eyes, waiting for your decision.

Victory The scent of sweat, musk, and a sweet victory fills the air. Lifting a weight from your shoulders that has been there since that night. The crowd is wild. "THE ROOTS WERE CRUSHED!!" That's what some of them are cheering. Tho most of them just stay silent in disbelief Meanwhile, your teammates are celebrating. Some utterly stunned, others hugging and even kissing eachother. The Roots look like they can't believe what's happening. Well, the ones that are still standing. Half of Oswald's team had to be replaced because of pains and other age related injuries. Then, something heavy on your shoulder. Oswald paw. He's staring at you with a soft smile. "Heh, you actually did it. You actually beat us. I blame my back pain" Oswald squeezes your shoulder soflty and laughs "Anyway... you know where to meet me..." What follows? A few interviews. Almost a full hour that feels like a year. Having to listen to a few words of approval from your coach. Until finally, you and your team finally leave the court.

It's a hot, summer night. And the time has come. Locker room. The scent of musk even thicker, mainly because of the ammount of sweaty men on the same space. Your team, The Crushers, laughing. Some of them spitting on the floor in mockery. Oswald's team, The Roots, silent. Some of them snarl. Others had to leave early because of pains and injuries related to their age. Oswald is standing right in front of you. He's half naked, wearing only stained jockstraps. His fluffy, sweaty torso and legs fully exposed. From the glinting of his small, silver nipple piercing on his right nipple, to his soft belly, to the bulge on his jockstraps. "Well, guess it's time for this old bear to prove that his word worths somethin'." Oswald drops to his knees, waiting for your permission.

Bear Trap The scent of sweat, musk, and a sweet victory fills the air. Lifting a weight from your shoulders that has been there since that night. The crowd is wild. "THE ROOTS WERE CRUSHED!!" That's what some of them are cheering. Tho most of them just stay silent in disbelief Meanwhile, your teammates are celebrating. Some utterly stunned, others hugging and even kissing eachother. The Roots look like they can't believe what's happening. Well, the ones that are still standing. Half of Oswald's team had to be replaced because of pains and other age related injuries. Then, something heavy on your shoulder. Oswald paw. He's staring at you with a soft smile. "Heh, you actually did it. You actually beat us. I blame my back pain." Oswald squeezes your shoulder soflty and laughs "Anyway... you know where to meet me..." What follows? A few interviews. Almost a full hour that feels like a year. Having to listen to a few words of approval from your coach. Until finally, you and your team finally leave the court.

It's a hot, summer night. And Oswald ran away. His team gave him cover and he escaped through another exit. All so he won't have to give you that blowjob. Or so he thought. Because, just as he was about to get to through the exit door, he hears your footsteps behind him. "Aw c'mon, i can't believe one of them snitched on me." He laughs and stops, turning around to face you. Of course, none of his teammates snitched on him. You just saw his huge form trying to get away and decided to follow him "I'm sorry, i didn't mean to go back on my word. It's just that... Giving a blowjob to a stranger in front of all my friends isn't the most comfortable of expierences. But... what if we did that here?" Oswald signs at the empty hallway. No one's around. Then, he smiles. "Look, i know i agreed to that bet but... ya would be doin' this old bear a huge favor if you let me suck ya off here instead." Oswald stares into your eyes, waiting for your decision.

The Aftermath Locker room, the scent of sweat and musk heavy in the air. The bear smiles at you. The weight of the gazes watching you two pressing down on your shoulders. But his smile makes it feel like it's nothing, like it's just you and him. Until... you notice it. The bear isn't Oswald. This one is a polar bear. ???: "Take care of him for me..." His voice echoes. You feel a warmth enveloping you from behind. Anchoring you, bringing you back. Then, you wake up.

"Good mornin', rival.~" It's a hot, summer morning. Even hotter with Oswald's big fluffy arms around you, holding you close as he nuzzles on the back of your neck. "Ya slept well? Last night was quite intense, ya must tired still." It's been months since the game. The game that changed your life and Oswald's forever. The outcome? Doesn't matter. What matters is that you and Oswald just couldn't stop sleeping togheter after it. In the begining it was a monthly thing only on motel rooms. Then it became weekly. And now on Oswald's house. "Wanna go for another round?~ Or want some breakfast instead? My cooking skills have improved since last time, i promise." He offers, gently caressing you with his big paws. On his bed, on his house. Yet, even months away from that night, something about it feels different.

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