Saitama Derby Afterparty: Four Mascots, One Night
by John FCCF Poseyabout 2 hours ago
•long read•hot intensityThe locker room under the empty stands still smelled of turf, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of the floodlights that had finally gone dark. Redia leaned against a row of metal lockers, green fur still damp from the post-match shower, the red jersey of Urawa Red Diamonds clinging to the solid lines of his wolf-like frame. Across from him Fron-ta sat on a bench, sky-blue dolphin skin gleaming under the fluorescent lights, oversized cleats kicked off to the side. Tokyo Dorompa paced in a tight circle, tanuki tail striped blue and red swishing behind him, the FC Tokyo kit already half-unbuttoned. And in the middle of them, still in her orange RB Omiya Ardija jersey and short navy skirt, stood Miya—eighteen, bright-orange squirrel fur, cream muzzle, that signature pink bow perched above one ear, large curled tail twitching with restless energy.
They had all been eighteen for months now. The age of consent was behind them. The rivalry jokes had turned into something heavier the moment the last staff member locked the outer door and left them alone.
Miya’s dark eyes flicked from one male to the next. “You three kept staring at me during the warm-up. Don’t act shy now.”
Redia pushed off the lockers first. He closed the distance in two strides, big green hands settling on her waist. “Not shy,” he rumbled, voice low. “Just waiting for the right moment.” His muzzle brushed the side of her neck. She tilted her head, giving him access, and his tongue dragged a slow wet line up the column of her throat.
Fron-ta rose next, blue body pressing in from her left. His smooth dolphin snout nuzzled under her ear while his gloved hands slid under the hem of her jersey, palms flattening against the soft orange fur of her belly. Tokyo Dorompa came in from the right, already hard enough that the outline of his cock strained the front of his navy shorts. He caught her chin and kissed her—open-mouthed, tongues sliding together while Redia’s teeth grazed her shoulder.
Clothes came off in a messy scramble. Miya’s jersey was pulled over her head; the navy skirt was shoved down her thighs and kicked aside. Her small, firm breasts were free, pink nipples already tight. The three males stripped faster: Redia’s red kit, Fron-ta’s sky-blue kit and utility belt, Dorompa’s striped jersey and shorts. Three hard cocks sprang free—Redia’s thick and heavy, the green shaft already leaking a bead of precum; Fron-ta’s smoother, slightly curved, blue-tinged at the tip; Dorompa’s tanuki cock flushed dark, veins standing out along the length.
Miya dropped to her knees on the rubber flooring without being asked. She wrapped one hand around Redia’s thick cock and the other around Fron-ta’s, stroking both while she leaned in and took Dorompa into her mouth first. Her lips stretched around the head; her tongue swirled under the ridge. She bobbed slowly, taking him deeper each time, soft wet sounds filling the quiet locker room. Dorompa’s claws lightly threaded through the fur at the back of her head, guiding but not forcing. “Fuck, your mouth is hot,” he groaned.
She pulled off with a wet pop and turned to Redia, licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock before sucking the head between her lips. Her free hand kept stroking Fron-ta, thumb spreading the precum that beaded at his slit. Then she switched again, taking Fron-ta deep enough that her cream muzzle pressed against the smooth blue skin of his pelvis. She worked them in rotation—sucking, licking, stroking—until all three cocks were glossy with her saliva and throbbing in her grip.
Redia hauled her up and turned her around, bending her over the nearest bench. She braced her hands on the metal, orange tail curling high over her back, presenting the slick pink of her pussy. Redia rubbed the thick head of his cock along her folds, coating himself in her wetness, then pushed in with one steady thrust. Miya’s moan was loud and open. He filled her completely, the stretch bordering on too much, and he stayed buried for a moment while she adjusted.
He started fucking her in long, deep strokes, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing off the lockers. Fron-ta moved in front of her, cock in hand, and she opened her mouth for him again. She sucked him while Redia pounded her from behind, the dual sensation making her thighs shake. Dorompa stood to the side, stroking himself slowly, watching the way her pussy stretched around Redia’s thick shaft and the way her lips stretched around Fron-ta’s.
They switched without much talking. Fron-ta took Redia’s place behind her, sliding his smoother cock into her already-used pussy with a low groan. He fucked her faster, shorter thrusts that made her bounce on the bench. Redia moved to her mouth; she took him gratefully, tasting herself on his skin. Dorompa stepped behind Fron-ta for a moment, just watching, then circled around and offered his cock to her free hand. She stroked him in time with the thrusts rocking her body.
When Dorompa finally took his turn inside her, he lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his arm, driving into her at a sharper angle. Miya cried out around Redia’s cock. The tanuki’s rhythm was hard and relentless, the head of his cock dragging over the sensitive spot inside her until her orange fur stood on end and her pussy clenched rhythmically around him.
They moved her to the floor next, spreading a couple of towels. Miya ended up on her back, legs spread wide. Redia slid under her so she straddled him in reverse-cowgirl; she sank down onto his thick cock with a long moan, riding him while facing the other two. Fron-ta knelt in front of her face; she leaned forward and sucked him while she bounced on Redia. Dorompa moved behind her, between Redia’s legs, and rubbed the head of his cock against the tight pucker of her ass. Miya pushed back into the pressure, nodding even while her mouth was full. Dorompa spit on his fingers, worked one then two into her, then slowly pushed his cock into her ass.
The double penetration made her whole body go tight. Redia’s thick cock in her pussy and Dorompa’s in her ass stretched her almost to the limit. They found a rhythm—Redia thrusting up while Dorompa thrust in—until she was moaning continuously around Fron-ta’s cock. Fron-ta’s hands stayed gentle in her fur, letting her set the depth of the oral sex while the other two used her holes.
They rotated again. Fron-ta took her pussy while Redia took her ass; then Dorompa returned to her pussy while Fron-ta filled her mouth. Every combination was explored. Missionary with her legs over one pair of shoulders while another cock was offered to her lips. Doggy-style with one male under her for oral. Her on top, riding one cock while sucking another and stroking the third. The locker room filled with the wet sounds of fucking, the slap of fur and skin, the low growls and higher moans.
Miya came first—hard—while Dorompa fucked her pussy and Redia filled her mouth. Her walls clamped down, orange tail thrashing, a long muffled cry vibrating around the cock between her lips. The clenching set the males off in sequence.
Redia pulled out of her mouth, stroked himself twice, and came across her tongue and chin in thick white ropes. She swallowed what she could. Fron-ta, buried deep in her pussy, groaned and thrust through his orgasm, flooding her with hot cum until it leaked out around his shaft. Dorompa, still in her ass, followed seconds later, pulsing deep inside her and filling her with another heavy load.
They weren’t finished. After a short rest—water from the cooler, a few shared kisses that tasted of salt and sex—they started again. Miya was turned onto her side in a spoons position; Redia entered her pussy from behind while Fron-ta lay in front of her so she could suck him. Dorompa knelt above her head and fed his cock into her free hand. When Fron-ta came the second time, he did it in her mouth, holding her head gently while she swallowed. Redia followed soon after, grinding deep and creampieing her again until cum ran down her inner thighs. Dorompa finished across the soft orange fur of her breasts and belly, painting her in white streaks.
They kept going until every cock had emptied at least twice more. Miya took creampies in both her pussy and her ass, swallowed more, and ended up covered in streaks of cum that matted her fur in places. The final position was her on her back again, legs spread, all three males kneeling around her. She stroked two cocks while the third fucked her slowly; they switched until the last of their loads were either inside her or painted across her stomach and chest.
When it finally ended, the four of them lay in a loose tangle of green, blue, tan, and orange fur on the locker-room floor. Miya’s breathing was still uneven. Cum leaked slowly from her used pussy and ass, mixing with the sweat on her thighs. Redia’s big green hand rested possessively on her hip. Fron-ta’s snout nuzzled under her ear. Dorompa’s striped tail draped across her legs.
No one spoke for a long time. The only sound was the distant hum of the stadium’s cooling systems and the soft, satisfied breathing of four eighteen-year-old mascots who had finally stopped pretending the rivalry stopped at the pitch.
They had all been eighteen for months now. The age of consent was behind them. The rivalry jokes had turned into something heavier the moment the last staff member locked the outer door and left them alone.
Miya’s dark eyes flicked from one male to the next. “You three kept staring at me during the warm-up. Don’t act shy now.”
Redia pushed off the lockers first. He closed the distance in two strides, big green hands settling on her waist. “Not shy,” he rumbled, voice low. “Just waiting for the right moment.” His muzzle brushed the side of her neck. She tilted her head, giving him access, and his tongue dragged a slow wet line up the column of her throat.
Fron-ta rose next, blue body pressing in from her left. His smooth dolphin snout nuzzled under her ear while his gloved hands slid under the hem of her jersey, palms flattening against the soft orange fur of her belly. Tokyo Dorompa came in from the right, already hard enough that the outline of his cock strained the front of his navy shorts. He caught her chin and kissed her—open-mouthed, tongues sliding together while Redia’s teeth grazed her shoulder.
Clothes came off in a messy scramble. Miya’s jersey was pulled over her head; the navy skirt was shoved down her thighs and kicked aside. Her small, firm breasts were free, pink nipples already tight. The three males stripped faster: Redia’s red kit, Fron-ta’s sky-blue kit and utility belt, Dorompa’s striped jersey and shorts. Three hard cocks sprang free—Redia’s thick and heavy, the green shaft already leaking a bead of precum; Fron-ta’s smoother, slightly curved, blue-tinged at the tip; Dorompa’s tanuki cock flushed dark, veins standing out along the length.
Miya dropped to her knees on the rubber flooring without being asked. She wrapped one hand around Redia’s thick cock and the other around Fron-ta’s, stroking both while she leaned in and took Dorompa into her mouth first. Her lips stretched around the head; her tongue swirled under the ridge. She bobbed slowly, taking him deeper each time, soft wet sounds filling the quiet locker room. Dorompa’s claws lightly threaded through the fur at the back of her head, guiding but not forcing. “Fuck, your mouth is hot,” he groaned.
She pulled off with a wet pop and turned to Redia, licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock before sucking the head between her lips. Her free hand kept stroking Fron-ta, thumb spreading the precum that beaded at his slit. Then she switched again, taking Fron-ta deep enough that her cream muzzle pressed against the smooth blue skin of his pelvis. She worked them in rotation—sucking, licking, stroking—until all three cocks were glossy with her saliva and throbbing in her grip.
Redia hauled her up and turned her around, bending her over the nearest bench. She braced her hands on the metal, orange tail curling high over her back, presenting the slick pink of her pussy. Redia rubbed the thick head of his cock along her folds, coating himself in her wetness, then pushed in with one steady thrust. Miya’s moan was loud and open. He filled her completely, the stretch bordering on too much, and he stayed buried for a moment while she adjusted.
He started fucking her in long, deep strokes, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing off the lockers. Fron-ta moved in front of her, cock in hand, and she opened her mouth for him again. She sucked him while Redia pounded her from behind, the dual sensation making her thighs shake. Dorompa stood to the side, stroking himself slowly, watching the way her pussy stretched around Redia’s thick shaft and the way her lips stretched around Fron-ta’s.
They switched without much talking. Fron-ta took Redia’s place behind her, sliding his smoother cock into her already-used pussy with a low groan. He fucked her faster, shorter thrusts that made her bounce on the bench. Redia moved to her mouth; she took him gratefully, tasting herself on his skin. Dorompa stepped behind Fron-ta for a moment, just watching, then circled around and offered his cock to her free hand. She stroked him in time with the thrusts rocking her body.
When Dorompa finally took his turn inside her, he lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his arm, driving into her at a sharper angle. Miya cried out around Redia’s cock. The tanuki’s rhythm was hard and relentless, the head of his cock dragging over the sensitive spot inside her until her orange fur stood on end and her pussy clenched rhythmically around him.
They moved her to the floor next, spreading a couple of towels. Miya ended up on her back, legs spread wide. Redia slid under her so she straddled him in reverse-cowgirl; she sank down onto his thick cock with a long moan, riding him while facing the other two. Fron-ta knelt in front of her face; she leaned forward and sucked him while she bounced on Redia. Dorompa moved behind her, between Redia’s legs, and rubbed the head of his cock against the tight pucker of her ass. Miya pushed back into the pressure, nodding even while her mouth was full. Dorompa spit on his fingers, worked one then two into her, then slowly pushed his cock into her ass.
The double penetration made her whole body go tight. Redia’s thick cock in her pussy and Dorompa’s in her ass stretched her almost to the limit. They found a rhythm—Redia thrusting up while Dorompa thrust in—until she was moaning continuously around Fron-ta’s cock. Fron-ta’s hands stayed gentle in her fur, letting her set the depth of the oral sex while the other two used her holes.
They rotated again. Fron-ta took her pussy while Redia took her ass; then Dorompa returned to her pussy while Fron-ta filled her mouth. Every combination was explored. Missionary with her legs over one pair of shoulders while another cock was offered to her lips. Doggy-style with one male under her for oral. Her on top, riding one cock while sucking another and stroking the third. The locker room filled with the wet sounds of fucking, the slap of fur and skin, the low growls and higher moans.
Miya came first—hard—while Dorompa fucked her pussy and Redia filled her mouth. Her walls clamped down, orange tail thrashing, a long muffled cry vibrating around the cock between her lips. The clenching set the males off in sequence.
Redia pulled out of her mouth, stroked himself twice, and came across her tongue and chin in thick white ropes. She swallowed what she could. Fron-ta, buried deep in her pussy, groaned and thrust through his orgasm, flooding her with hot cum until it leaked out around his shaft. Dorompa, still in her ass, followed seconds later, pulsing deep inside her and filling her with another heavy load.
They weren’t finished. After a short rest—water from the cooler, a few shared kisses that tasted of salt and sex—they started again. Miya was turned onto her side in a spoons position; Redia entered her pussy from behind while Fron-ta lay in front of her so she could suck him. Dorompa knelt above her head and fed his cock into her free hand. When Fron-ta came the second time, he did it in her mouth, holding her head gently while she swallowed. Redia followed soon after, grinding deep and creampieing her again until cum ran down her inner thighs. Dorompa finished across the soft orange fur of her breasts and belly, painting her in white streaks.
They kept going until every cock had emptied at least twice more. Miya took creampies in both her pussy and her ass, swallowed more, and ended up covered in streaks of cum that matted her fur in places. The final position was her on her back again, legs spread, all three males kneeling around her. She stroked two cocks while the third fucked her slowly; they switched until the last of their loads were either inside her or painted across her stomach and chest.
When it finally ended, the four of them lay in a loose tangle of green, blue, tan, and orange fur on the locker-room floor. Miya’s breathing was still uneven. Cum leaked slowly from her used pussy and ass, mixing with the sweat on her thighs. Redia’s big green hand rested possessively on her hip. Fron-ta’s snout nuzzled under her ear. Dorompa’s striped tail draped across her legs.
No one spoke for a long time. The only sound was the distant hum of the stadium’s cooling systems and the soft, satisfied breathing of four eighteen-year-old mascots who had finally stopped pretending the rivalry stopped at the pitch.