Fagimaru and Foret-chan's Creampie Sex
by John FCCF Poseyabout 3 hours ago
•long read•hot intensityThe stadium lights had long since dimmed over JIT Recycle Ink Stadium, but the two mascots lingered in the empty corridor that connected the locker rooms. Fagimaru, the tall green pheasant from Fagiano Okayama, still wore his half-and-half jersey—navy blue on one side, deep Fagiano red on the other—with the bold white “CROP” stretched across his broad chest and the number 12 proud on the front. His vibrant green crown feathers were slightly ruffled from the night’s celebrations, red facial patches framing his large, expressive eyes, and his wide yellow beak curved in a hungry smile. His oversized green wing-gloves flexed as he leaned against the wall.
Foret-chan stood opposite him, the charming Kai Ken girl from Ventforet Kofu. Her gray-and-cream fur was soft under the fluorescent lights, long eyelashes fluttering, the bright red ribbon bow still tied neatly on the top-right of her head. Her modified blue-and-red striped jersey clung to her chest, the blue A-line skirt trimmed in dark red swaying around her hips. Blue and red socks rose high on her legs, white athletic cleats planted firmly on the concrete.
They were both eighteen, both still buzzing from the friendly match their clubs had played earlier. The rivalry had melted into something hotter the moment the final whistle blew.
Fagimaru’s yellow beak brushed close to her muzzle. “You’ve been looking at me all night, Foret-chan.”
She answered by stepping into him, pressing her soft canine body against his feathered chest. Her paws slid up under the hem of his jersey, feeling the warm, muscular torso beneath the fabric. “And you’ve been hard since halftime. I could see it.”
He didn’t deny it. The front of his navy shorts was already tented, the thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric. Foret-chan’s fingers found the waistband and tugged it down. His cock sprang free—long, thick, flushed dark at the head, already leaking a clear bead of precum. She wrapped both paws around the shaft and stroked slowly, full strokes from base to tip, spreading the wetness.
Fagimaru groaned, a low avian sound, and pushed her back against the wall. He dropped to his knees, flipping her blue skirt up. Underneath she wore nothing. Her pussy was already slick, pink folds glistening, the soft gray fur of her mound parted around the wet slit. He leaned in and dragged his tongue the full length of her pussy, from the bottom of her entrance up to her clit, then sucked the swollen nub between his beak and tongue.
Foret-chan’s hips jerked. “Fuck—your tongue—”
He licked deeper, pushing the tip of his tongue inside her pussy, fucking it in and out while his wing-gloved hands held her thighs open. She tasted sweet and musky. He kept eating her until her legs trembled and she came hard against his face, pussy pulsing, juices coating his beak and tongue.
She pulled him up by the jersey and dropped to her own knees. Her muzzle opened wide and she took his cock into her mouth, lips stretching around the thick shaft. She sucked him deep, tongue swirling under the head, then farther until the tip bumped the back of her throat. Spit ran down her chin as she bobbed, full wet strokes, one paw stroking what she couldn’t fit, the other cupping his balls.
Fagimaru’s hands tangled in the fur at the back of her head, careful of the red ribbon. “That’s it… take it. Suck my cock.”
She did, wet and noisy, until he pulled her off with a wet pop. Pre-cum and saliva stretched between her lips and his cock.
He spun her around, bent her over a nearby equipment bench, and yanked the blue skirt higher. Her pussy was swollen and dripping. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, then pushed in with one long, steady thrust. Her pussy stretched around him, hot and tight, the slick walls gripping every inch as he sank to the hilt.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, gripping her hips.
He fucked her in deep, powerful strokes, the slap of his hips against her ass echoing in the empty corridor. Each thrust drove his cock fully inside her pussy, the thick shaft dragging along her walls. Foret-chan moaned loudly, pushing back to meet him, her claws digging into the bench.
He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he pounded her. She came again, pussy clenching hard around his cock, squeezing him rhythmically. He didn’t stop. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the bench, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove back into her pussy in the missionary position, folding her nearly in half. His cock plunged deep, the angle letting him grind against her cervix with every thrust.
Her gray-and-cream fur was damp with sweat. The red ribbon had come loose and hung crooked. She stared up at him with glazed eyes, mouth open. “Harder—fuck my pussy harder—”
He gave her exactly that. Fast, deep, relentless strokes that made her breasts bounce under the striped jersey. The wet sound of his cock slamming into her soaked pussy filled the air. She came a third time, body shaking, pussy milking him.
Fagimaru’s rhythm faltered. He buried himself to the root, balls tight against her ass, and came hard. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy, pulse after pulse, filling her completely. He kept thrusting through the orgasm, pushing his creampie deeper, until it began to leak out around his still-hard cock and drip down onto the bench.
He stayed inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, then slowly pulled out. A thick gush of his cum followed, spilling from her well-fucked pussy in a creamy white stream. Foret-chan reached down with two fingers, scooped some up, and licked it clean while looking him in the eye.
They stayed tangled together on the bench, jerseys half-off, skirts and shorts discarded, bodies still joined by the mess between her thighs. Outside, the last of the staff lights clicked off. Inside the corridor, the pheasant and the Kai Ken girl were just getting started.
Foret-chan stood opposite him, the charming Kai Ken girl from Ventforet Kofu. Her gray-and-cream fur was soft under the fluorescent lights, long eyelashes fluttering, the bright red ribbon bow still tied neatly on the top-right of her head. Her modified blue-and-red striped jersey clung to her chest, the blue A-line skirt trimmed in dark red swaying around her hips. Blue and red socks rose high on her legs, white athletic cleats planted firmly on the concrete.
They were both eighteen, both still buzzing from the friendly match their clubs had played earlier. The rivalry had melted into something hotter the moment the final whistle blew.
Fagimaru’s yellow beak brushed close to her muzzle. “You’ve been looking at me all night, Foret-chan.”
She answered by stepping into him, pressing her soft canine body against his feathered chest. Her paws slid up under the hem of his jersey, feeling the warm, muscular torso beneath the fabric. “And you’ve been hard since halftime. I could see it.”
He didn’t deny it. The front of his navy shorts was already tented, the thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric. Foret-chan’s fingers found the waistband and tugged it down. His cock sprang free—long, thick, flushed dark at the head, already leaking a clear bead of precum. She wrapped both paws around the shaft and stroked slowly, full strokes from base to tip, spreading the wetness.
Fagimaru groaned, a low avian sound, and pushed her back against the wall. He dropped to his knees, flipping her blue skirt up. Underneath she wore nothing. Her pussy was already slick, pink folds glistening, the soft gray fur of her mound parted around the wet slit. He leaned in and dragged his tongue the full length of her pussy, from the bottom of her entrance up to her clit, then sucked the swollen nub between his beak and tongue.
Foret-chan’s hips jerked. “Fuck—your tongue—”
He licked deeper, pushing the tip of his tongue inside her pussy, fucking it in and out while his wing-gloved hands held her thighs open. She tasted sweet and musky. He kept eating her until her legs trembled and she came hard against his face, pussy pulsing, juices coating his beak and tongue.
She pulled him up by the jersey and dropped to her own knees. Her muzzle opened wide and she took his cock into her mouth, lips stretching around the thick shaft. She sucked him deep, tongue swirling under the head, then farther until the tip bumped the back of her throat. Spit ran down her chin as she bobbed, full wet strokes, one paw stroking what she couldn’t fit, the other cupping his balls.
Fagimaru’s hands tangled in the fur at the back of her head, careful of the red ribbon. “That’s it… take it. Suck my cock.”
She did, wet and noisy, until he pulled her off with a wet pop. Pre-cum and saliva stretched between her lips and his cock.
He spun her around, bent her over a nearby equipment bench, and yanked the blue skirt higher. Her pussy was swollen and dripping. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, then pushed in with one long, steady thrust. Her pussy stretched around him, hot and tight, the slick walls gripping every inch as he sank to the hilt.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, gripping her hips.
He fucked her in deep, powerful strokes, the slap of his hips against her ass echoing in the empty corridor. Each thrust drove his cock fully inside her pussy, the thick shaft dragging along her walls. Foret-chan moaned loudly, pushing back to meet him, her claws digging into the bench.
He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he pounded her. She came again, pussy clenching hard around his cock, squeezing him rhythmically. He didn’t stop. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the bench, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove back into her pussy in the missionary position, folding her nearly in half. His cock plunged deep, the angle letting him grind against her cervix with every thrust.
Her gray-and-cream fur was damp with sweat. The red ribbon had come loose and hung crooked. She stared up at him with glazed eyes, mouth open. “Harder—fuck my pussy harder—”
He gave her exactly that. Fast, deep, relentless strokes that made her breasts bounce under the striped jersey. The wet sound of his cock slamming into her soaked pussy filled the air. She came a third time, body shaking, pussy milking him.
Fagimaru’s rhythm faltered. He buried himself to the root, balls tight against her ass, and came hard. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy, pulse after pulse, filling her completely. He kept thrusting through the orgasm, pushing his creampie deeper, until it began to leak out around his still-hard cock and drip down onto the bench.
He stayed inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, then slowly pulled out. A thick gush of his cum followed, spilling from her well-fucked pussy in a creamy white stream. Foret-chan reached down with two fingers, scooped some up, and licked it clean while looking him in the eye.
They stayed tangled together on the bench, jerseys half-off, skirts and shorts discarded, bodies still joined by the mess between her thighs. Outside, the last of the staff lights clicked off. Inside the corridor, the pheasant and the Kai Ken girl were just getting started.