Rival Mascots
by John FCCF Poseyabout 1 hour ago
•long read•hot intensityGermain Le Lynx stood alone in the empty locker room corridor of the neutral stadium after the charity exhibition match between Paris Saint-Germain and FC Barcelona. The tall, athletic lynx was still in his blue-and-red PSG kit, number 70 across the back, fur slightly damp with sweat from the energetic halftime show. His pointed ears twitched at the soft sound of approaching footsteps.
CAT appeared around the corner, her bright neon-yellow fur glowing under the fluorescent lights. The anthropomorphic Catalan wildcat wore the Blaugrana home jersey stretched across her full chest and dark blue shorts that hugged her hips and thighs. Four maroon stripes marked her forehead. Her large blue eyes met his. Both of them were eighteen, the match long over, the stadium nearly silent.
“You played hard out there,” Germain said, voice low. His lynx tail flicked once.
CAT stepped closer. “So did you. Rivalry ends when the whistle blows.” She reached out and ran a paw over the front of his jersey, feeling the solid muscle beneath. “Or does it?”
Germain caught her wrist gently, then pulled her in. Their mouths met in a hungry kiss. Tongues slid together. He tasted the faint salt of her earlier exertion. His hands moved down her back, gripping the curve of her ass through the thin fabric of her shorts. CAT pressed against him, feeling the growing hardness of his cock already straining the front of his shorts.
They stumbled into an unused equipment room. The door locked with a solid click. Germain peeled the Blaugrana jersey up and off CAT’s body, revealing soft yellow fur over full breasts tipped with darker pink nipples. He cupped them, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks until she arched into his paws. She tugged his jersey free in turn, exposing the lean, powerful torso of the lynx, tufts of fur along his chest and the defined lines of his abdomen.
CAT dropped to her knees on the padded mat. She freed his cock from his shorts and briefs. It sprang out thick, long, and hard, the shaft flushed darker against his fur, the head already slick with precum. She wrapped both paws around the base and licked a slow stripe from root to tip, tasting the salty bead. Then she opened her mouth and took him in, lips stretching around the girth as she sucked him deeper. Her tongue swirled under the head while she bobbed, taking more of his length with each pass until the tip nudged the back of her throat. Germain’s claws flexed against the wall. Low growls rumbled from his chest as he watched his cock disappear between her lips again and again. Spit glistened along the shaft. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, one paw stroking what she could not swallow, the other gently cupping his heavy balls.
He pulled her up before he finished. “On the table,” he ordered roughly.
CAT hopped onto the low massage table, shorts and panties already kicked aside. She spread her thighs, presenting her pussy—pink, wet, the outer lips parted to show the slick inner folds. Germain stepped between her legs, cock in hand, and rubbed the thick head up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices. Then he pushed in.
The stretch made CAT moan loud and long. Inch by thick inch his cock filled her pussy until his hips met hers and she was completely stuffed. He stayed buried for a moment, letting her adjust, then began to thrust. Long, deep strokes that dragged against her walls. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the small room. CAT locked her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. Germain leaned over her, mouth finding one nipple, sucking and teasing it with his tongue while he fucked her steadily.
He shifted her onto her side, one leg hooked high over his arm, and drove into her from that angle. The new position let him grind against her clit with every thrust. CAT’s claws scored the table. “Harder,” she gasped. He obliged, hips snapping faster, the slap of fur and flesh loud and rhythmic. Her pussy clenched around him, wetter with every stroke.
Germain pulled out only long enough to flip her onto all fours. He mounted her from behind, one paw gripping her hip, the other reaching around to rub tight circles over her swollen clit. His cock sank back into her pussy in one smooth thrust. The new depth made her cry out. He fucked her in deep, powerful strokes, the head of his cock kissing her cervix on the deepest plunges. CAT pushed back to meet him, yellow tail curled to the side, neon fur damp with sweat. The room smelled of sex and musk.
He changed positions again, lifting her so she straddled him while he sat on the edge of the table. CAT sank down onto his cock, taking every inch, then rode him hard. Her breasts bounced with each rise and fall. Germain held her waist and thrust up to meet her, the wet friction intense. She leaned forward, kissing him messily while she ground her clit against his body.
When her thighs began to shake he stood, still buried inside her, and carried her a few steps to press her back against the cool wall. Legs wrapped tight around him, CAT held on as Germain fucked her upright, powerful thrusts that made her breasts jiggle and her pussy drip down his balls. The angle ground perfectly against her most sensitive spots. Her moans turned into broken cries.
“I’m close,” she panted.
Germain growled and increased the pace. The wet slap of his cock plunging into her pussy filled the room. CAT’s walls fluttered and then clamped down hard as her orgasm hit. She came with a long, shaking cry, pussy pulsing and flooding around his shaft. The tight, rhythmic squeezes pulled Germain over the edge. He buried himself to the root and came hard, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her pussy. Pulse after pulse filled her until it began to leak out around his still-twitching cock, white cream spilling down her thighs and dripping onto the floor.
He stayed inside her for long moments, breathing hard against her neck, cock still throbbing as the last spurts emptied into her. When he finally eased out, a thick stream of his creampie followed, coating her swollen lips and sliding down her inner thighs. CAT reached down and pushed two fingers into her messy pussy, scooping some of the mixed fluids and bringing them to her mouth to taste.
They cleaned up slowly with towels from a nearby shelf, exchanging lazy kisses between soft laughs. Outside the stadium lights were going dark. Rivalry forgotten for the night, the lynx and the wildcat left the room together, the scent of sex still clinging to their fur and the memory of his cock buried deep and the creampie still warm inside her.
CAT appeared around the corner, her bright neon-yellow fur glowing under the fluorescent lights. The anthropomorphic Catalan wildcat wore the Blaugrana home jersey stretched across her full chest and dark blue shorts that hugged her hips and thighs. Four maroon stripes marked her forehead. Her large blue eyes met his. Both of them were eighteen, the match long over, the stadium nearly silent.
“You played hard out there,” Germain said, voice low. His lynx tail flicked once.
CAT stepped closer. “So did you. Rivalry ends when the whistle blows.” She reached out and ran a paw over the front of his jersey, feeling the solid muscle beneath. “Or does it?”
Germain caught her wrist gently, then pulled her in. Their mouths met in a hungry kiss. Tongues slid together. He tasted the faint salt of her earlier exertion. His hands moved down her back, gripping the curve of her ass through the thin fabric of her shorts. CAT pressed against him, feeling the growing hardness of his cock already straining the front of his shorts.
They stumbled into an unused equipment room. The door locked with a solid click. Germain peeled the Blaugrana jersey up and off CAT’s body, revealing soft yellow fur over full breasts tipped with darker pink nipples. He cupped them, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks until she arched into his paws. She tugged his jersey free in turn, exposing the lean, powerful torso of the lynx, tufts of fur along his chest and the defined lines of his abdomen.
CAT dropped to her knees on the padded mat. She freed his cock from his shorts and briefs. It sprang out thick, long, and hard, the shaft flushed darker against his fur, the head already slick with precum. She wrapped both paws around the base and licked a slow stripe from root to tip, tasting the salty bead. Then she opened her mouth and took him in, lips stretching around the girth as she sucked him deeper. Her tongue swirled under the head while she bobbed, taking more of his length with each pass until the tip nudged the back of her throat. Germain’s claws flexed against the wall. Low growls rumbled from his chest as he watched his cock disappear between her lips again and again. Spit glistened along the shaft. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, one paw stroking what she could not swallow, the other gently cupping his heavy balls.
He pulled her up before he finished. “On the table,” he ordered roughly.
CAT hopped onto the low massage table, shorts and panties already kicked aside. She spread her thighs, presenting her pussy—pink, wet, the outer lips parted to show the slick inner folds. Germain stepped between her legs, cock in hand, and rubbed the thick head up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices. Then he pushed in.
The stretch made CAT moan loud and long. Inch by thick inch his cock filled her pussy until his hips met hers and she was completely stuffed. He stayed buried for a moment, letting her adjust, then began to thrust. Long, deep strokes that dragged against her walls. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the small room. CAT locked her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. Germain leaned over her, mouth finding one nipple, sucking and teasing it with his tongue while he fucked her steadily.
He shifted her onto her side, one leg hooked high over his arm, and drove into her from that angle. The new position let him grind against her clit with every thrust. CAT’s claws scored the table. “Harder,” she gasped. He obliged, hips snapping faster, the slap of fur and flesh loud and rhythmic. Her pussy clenched around him, wetter with every stroke.
Germain pulled out only long enough to flip her onto all fours. He mounted her from behind, one paw gripping her hip, the other reaching around to rub tight circles over her swollen clit. His cock sank back into her pussy in one smooth thrust. The new depth made her cry out. He fucked her in deep, powerful strokes, the head of his cock kissing her cervix on the deepest plunges. CAT pushed back to meet him, yellow tail curled to the side, neon fur damp with sweat. The room smelled of sex and musk.
He changed positions again, lifting her so she straddled him while he sat on the edge of the table. CAT sank down onto his cock, taking every inch, then rode him hard. Her breasts bounced with each rise and fall. Germain held her waist and thrust up to meet her, the wet friction intense. She leaned forward, kissing him messily while she ground her clit against his body.
When her thighs began to shake he stood, still buried inside her, and carried her a few steps to press her back against the cool wall. Legs wrapped tight around him, CAT held on as Germain fucked her upright, powerful thrusts that made her breasts jiggle and her pussy drip down his balls. The angle ground perfectly against her most sensitive spots. Her moans turned into broken cries.
“I’m close,” she panted.
Germain growled and increased the pace. The wet slap of his cock plunging into her pussy filled the room. CAT’s walls fluttered and then clamped down hard as her orgasm hit. She came with a long, shaking cry, pussy pulsing and flooding around his shaft. The tight, rhythmic squeezes pulled Germain over the edge. He buried himself to the root and came hard, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her pussy. Pulse after pulse filled her until it began to leak out around his still-twitching cock, white cream spilling down her thighs and dripping onto the floor.
He stayed inside her for long moments, breathing hard against her neck, cock still throbbing as the last spurts emptied into her. When he finally eased out, a thick stream of his creampie followed, coating her swollen lips and sliding down her inner thighs. CAT reached down and pushed two fingers into her messy pussy, scooping some of the mixed fluids and bringing them to her mouth to taste.
They cleaned up slowly with towels from a nearby shelf, exchanging lazy kisses between soft laughs. Outside the stadium lights were going dark. Rivalry forgotten for the night, the lynx and the wildcat left the room together, the scent of sex still clinging to their fur and the memory of his cock buried deep and the creampie still warm inside her.