After the Match: Private Work Hours

Shikao and Shikako had been the public faces of the Kashima Antlers for years. The tall, ginger-brown anthropomorphic deer with the proud cream antlers and the number 12 jersey, and the soft caramel-tan doe with the deep-red bow on her forehead and the white away kit. Officially husband and wife. Officially family-friendly. Officially eighteen and fully grown.

The stadium had emptied hours ago. The lights were low. The last staff had gone home. Only the two of them remained in the quiet players’ lounge behind the locker rooms—still in their mascot gear, still smelling faintly of turf and sweat and the lingering heat of the crowd.

Shikao locked the door.

Shikako turned, ears flicking, eyes bright. “We shouldn’t…”

“We always say that,” he murmured, stepping close. His large gloved hands settled on her hips. “And then we do it anyway.”

She rose onto her toes and kissed him. Soft at first, then deeper, mouths opening, tongues sliding together. The soft fur of their muzzles brushed. His antlers framed her head as he tilted her back. The kiss turned hungry. She made a small sound against his mouth when his hands slid under the hem of her jersey and found the warm, soft fur of her sides.

Clothes came off in pieces. Jerseys peeled away. Shorts pushed down. Gloves discarded. Socks and oversized sneakers kicked aside. Soon they stood naked in the middle of the lounge, two fully adult deer, bodies warm and ready.

Shikao’s cock was already hard—thick, flushed, the shaft ridged with veins, the head glistening. Shikako’s pussy was slick, the soft folds between her thighs wet and parted slightly, her scent rich and sweet.

She dropped to her knees without being asked.

Her gloved hands—no, bare now—wrapped around his cock. She stroked once, twice, then leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe from the base to the tip. Shikao’s breath left him in a low groan. She took the head into her mouth, tongue swirling, then sank down, taking more of him until her muzzle pressed against the soft fur at his base. She sucked, slow and deep, cheeks hollowing, eyes looking up at him.

He threaded his fingers through the fur on the back of her head, careful of the bow, and rocked his hips gently. She let him fuck her mouth in shallow thrusts, wet sounds filling the quiet room. Spit ran down her chin. She moaned around him, the vibration making his cock throb.

When he pulled her off, a thin string of saliva connected her lips to his cock. She was breathing hard, pupils wide.

“Bed,” he said. There was a wide couch in the lounge that folded out. They used it often.

He laid her back on the cushions. Spread her thighs. Lowered his head between them.

Shikako’s pussy tasted like heat and need. He licked her open with broad strokes of his tongue, then focused on her clit, circling, sucking gently. Two thick fingers slid inside her, curling, stroking the soft, wet walls. She arched, antlers—no, her bow—tilting as her head fell back. Her hands gripped his antlers for something to hold onto while he ate her out with slow, deliberate hunger.

“Shikao—ah—right there—”

He kept going until her thighs trembled and her pussy clenched around his fingers. She came with a soft, broken cry, hips rolling against his muzzle.

He didn’t give her long to recover.

He climbed over her, cock heavy and wet from her mouth. Lined himself up. Pushed in.

The stretch made both of them groan. Thick cock sinking into tight, slick pussy, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He started to move—deep, steady strokes that filled her completely each time.

Missionary first. Foreheads pressed together. Soft fur brushing. Mouths meeting in open, messy kisses while he fucked her. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy filled the room. She clenched around him every time he bottomed out.

He pulled out, flipped her onto her hands and knees. Took her from behind. Hands gripping her hips, antlers dipping as he leaned over her back. Deeper this way. Harder. The slap of his hips against her ass mixed with her soft moans. He reached under and rubbed her clit while he fucked her, and she pushed back to meet every thrust.

They changed again. Her on top. She straddled him, sank down onto his cock, and rode him with slow, rolling hips. Hands braced on his chest. The red bow bounced gently with every movement. He watched his cock disappear into her pussy over and over, watched the way her folds stretched around him, watched the wetness coating his shaft.

“You feel so good,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss him. “So full…”

He sat up, arms around her, and thrust up into her while she ground down. Mouths locked. Bodies moving together.

When he felt the pressure building, he rolled them again so she was on her back once more. Hooked her legs over his arms. Drove into her hard and deep. The angle made her cry out. Her pussy fluttered around him.

“Inside,” she breathed. “Please—come inside me—”

He didn’t pull out.

His cock pulsed. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy, hot and heavy. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his seed deeper, until it started to leak out around his shaft and drip down onto the cushions. She came again around him, walls milking every drop.

They stayed locked together for a long time, breathing hard, soft fur damp with sweat. His cock softened slowly inside her, still nestled in the warm, creampied mess of her pussy.

Eventually he slipped free. A thick trickle of white followed, sliding down between her thighs. She looked thoroughly fucked—flushed, bow slightly askew, legs still open.

Shikao leaned down and kissed her slow and deep.

Outside, the stadium was silent.

Inside, their private work continued long into the night.