Verdy-kun and Friendia Wild Post-Derby Sex
by John FCCF Poseyabout 1 hour ago
•long read•hot intensityAfter the final whistle of a heated Tokyo derby, the stadium emptied and the floodlights dimmed. Verdy-kun, the tall, muscular bird-mascot of Tokyo Verdy, still wore his signature green jersey and shorts. His charcoal-grey plumage covered powerful arms and legs, the thick white feather ruff around his neck damp with sweat. The massive yellow beak and intense eyes gave him a predatory look even when he was just walking. His cock, thick and heavy, already strained against the front of his green shorts.
Friendia of the Urawa Red Diamonds waited for him in the empty corridor behind the stands. Bright grass-green fur covered her body, cream muzzle soft under the large red ribbon bow between her pointed ears. Her red polo shirt clung to her chest; the short white athletic skirt rode high on her hips. Blue eyes met his. Neither of them spoke at first. Rivalry had always been the surface. Underneath it, something hotter had been building for months.
Verdy-kun pushed her back against the cool concrete wall. His taloned hands slid under the hem of her skirt, finding the bare green fur of her thighs and the already-slick folds of her pussy. She was wet. He growled low in his throat, beak brushing the side of her muzzle.
“Been thinking about this since the first half,” he said.
Friendia reached down, shoved his shorts and the undershorts beneath them to his thighs, and wrapped her fingers around his cock. It was thick, hot, the head already shiny with precum. She stroked him slowly from base to tip while he rubbed two fingers along her slit, then pushed them inside her.
They kissed messily around his beak and her muzzle. His free hand squeezed one of her breasts through the red polo. She moaned into his mouth when he curled his fingers and found the spot that made her hips jerk.
He dropped to his knees. The white skirt was flipped up. Verdy-kun buried his face between her thighs and licked a long, slow stripe up her pussy. His tongue was broad and hot. He spread her lips with his thumbs and sucked on her clit, then pushed his tongue deep inside her, tasting how wet she already was. Friendia’s hands gripped the white feather ruff around his neck. Her hips rolled against his beak and tongue. He ate her like he was starving—long licks, firm suction on her clit, two thick fingers fucking into her while his tongue worked. Her thighs started to shake. She came hard against his face, pussy clenching around his fingers, a fresh rush of wetness coating his tongue and chin.
Verdy-kun stood, wiped his beak with the back of one hand, and spun her around. Friendia braced her hands on the wall. He yanked her white skirt higher, lined his thick cock up with her dripping entrance, and thrust in to the hilt in one smooth push. She cried out—half pleasure, half the sudden stretch of taking him so deep. He was thick enough that she felt every ridge as he bottomed out.
He fucked her hard against the wall. The wet sound of his cock driving into her pussy echoed in the empty corridor. His hips slapped against her green-furred ass with every thrust. One of his hands reached around to rub her clit in tight circles; the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks in the plush fur. Friendia pushed back to meet him, taking every inch.
“Harder,” she panted. “Fill me up.”
He switched angles, bending her forward a little more so he could drive downward into her. The new position made her moan louder. His cock dragged over her front wall on every stroke. She came again, pussy squeezing tight around him, and he had to grit his beak and slow down so he didn’t finish too soon.
They changed positions. Verdy-kun sat on a low equipment bench, green shorts still around his ankles, cock standing stiff and shiny with her juices. Friendia straddled him, facing him, and sank down onto his cock. She rode him with both hands on his broad shoulders, bouncing on his length while he thrust up to meet her. Her red polo was shoved up under her arms; he sucked and licked at the soft green fur of her breasts and the stiff nipples underneath. Every time she dropped down, his cock disappeared completely inside her. The wet slap of their bodies was filthy and constant.
She leaned forward and kissed him again while she ground her clit against the base of his cock. Another orgasm rolled through her. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him. Verdy-kun’s control finally snapped. He gripped her hips, held her down, and fucked up into her with short, brutal thrusts. His cock swelled even thicker. With a deep, rough groan he buried himself to the root and came hard—thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her pussy. He kept thrusting through it, forcing more of his load as deep as it would go until it started to leak out around his shaft and drip down onto the bench.
They stayed locked together for a long minute, breathing hard. When Friendia finally lifted off him, a heavy gush of his cum spilled from her well-fucked pussy and ran down the inside of her thighs. She looked down at the mess, then at his still-half-hard cock, and smiled.
Verdy-kun pulled her close again, one hand sliding back between her legs to push two fingers into her creampied pussy, feeling how full and slippery she still was.
“Round two,” he said. “On your knees first. I want that mouth on my cock while my cum is still dripping out of you.”
Friendia sank down without hesitation. She took his thick, cum-slick cock into her mouth and sucked him clean, tongue swirling around the head, then deeper, taking as much of him as she could while he threaded his fingers into the fur behind her red ribbon. He grew fully hard again under her tongue. When she pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit and leftover cum connected her muzzle to his cock.
He stood her up, bent her over the bench, and slid back into her dripping pussy from behind. This time he fucked her slower, deeper, one hand reaching around to play with her clit while the other held her hip. Every thrust forced more of his earlier load out of her in messy white streaks that ran down her thighs. She came twice more before he finally buried himself again and filled her a second time, cock pulsing as another heavy load of cum flooded her already-creampied pussy.
By the time they finally pulled apart, Friendia’s white skirt was ruined, her thighs shiny and sticky, and Verdy-kun’s green shorts were a lost cause. They cleaned up as best they could with the towels from the nearby kit bag, traded one last deep, messy kiss, and slipped out of the stadium through separate exits—rival mascots again by morning, but both of them still feeling the ache and the heat of every thrust and every drop of cum left inside her.
Friendia of the Urawa Red Diamonds waited for him in the empty corridor behind the stands. Bright grass-green fur covered her body, cream muzzle soft under the large red ribbon bow between her pointed ears. Her red polo shirt clung to her chest; the short white athletic skirt rode high on her hips. Blue eyes met his. Neither of them spoke at first. Rivalry had always been the surface. Underneath it, something hotter had been building for months.
Verdy-kun pushed her back against the cool concrete wall. His taloned hands slid under the hem of her skirt, finding the bare green fur of her thighs and the already-slick folds of her pussy. She was wet. He growled low in his throat, beak brushing the side of her muzzle.
“Been thinking about this since the first half,” he said.
Friendia reached down, shoved his shorts and the undershorts beneath them to his thighs, and wrapped her fingers around his cock. It was thick, hot, the head already shiny with precum. She stroked him slowly from base to tip while he rubbed two fingers along her slit, then pushed them inside her.
They kissed messily around his beak and her muzzle. His free hand squeezed one of her breasts through the red polo. She moaned into his mouth when he curled his fingers and found the spot that made her hips jerk.
He dropped to his knees. The white skirt was flipped up. Verdy-kun buried his face between her thighs and licked a long, slow stripe up her pussy. His tongue was broad and hot. He spread her lips with his thumbs and sucked on her clit, then pushed his tongue deep inside her, tasting how wet she already was. Friendia’s hands gripped the white feather ruff around his neck. Her hips rolled against his beak and tongue. He ate her like he was starving—long licks, firm suction on her clit, two thick fingers fucking into her while his tongue worked. Her thighs started to shake. She came hard against his face, pussy clenching around his fingers, a fresh rush of wetness coating his tongue and chin.
Verdy-kun stood, wiped his beak with the back of one hand, and spun her around. Friendia braced her hands on the wall. He yanked her white skirt higher, lined his thick cock up with her dripping entrance, and thrust in to the hilt in one smooth push. She cried out—half pleasure, half the sudden stretch of taking him so deep. He was thick enough that she felt every ridge as he bottomed out.
He fucked her hard against the wall. The wet sound of his cock driving into her pussy echoed in the empty corridor. His hips slapped against her green-furred ass with every thrust. One of his hands reached around to rub her clit in tight circles; the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks in the plush fur. Friendia pushed back to meet him, taking every inch.
“Harder,” she panted. “Fill me up.”
He switched angles, bending her forward a little more so he could drive downward into her. The new position made her moan louder. His cock dragged over her front wall on every stroke. She came again, pussy squeezing tight around him, and he had to grit his beak and slow down so he didn’t finish too soon.
They changed positions. Verdy-kun sat on a low equipment bench, green shorts still around his ankles, cock standing stiff and shiny with her juices. Friendia straddled him, facing him, and sank down onto his cock. She rode him with both hands on his broad shoulders, bouncing on his length while he thrust up to meet her. Her red polo was shoved up under her arms; he sucked and licked at the soft green fur of her breasts and the stiff nipples underneath. Every time she dropped down, his cock disappeared completely inside her. The wet slap of their bodies was filthy and constant.
She leaned forward and kissed him again while she ground her clit against the base of his cock. Another orgasm rolled through her. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him. Verdy-kun’s control finally snapped. He gripped her hips, held her down, and fucked up into her with short, brutal thrusts. His cock swelled even thicker. With a deep, rough groan he buried himself to the root and came hard—thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her pussy. He kept thrusting through it, forcing more of his load as deep as it would go until it started to leak out around his shaft and drip down onto the bench.
They stayed locked together for a long minute, breathing hard. When Friendia finally lifted off him, a heavy gush of his cum spilled from her well-fucked pussy and ran down the inside of her thighs. She looked down at the mess, then at his still-half-hard cock, and smiled.
Verdy-kun pulled her close again, one hand sliding back between her legs to push two fingers into her creampied pussy, feeling how full and slippery she still was.
“Round two,” he said. “On your knees first. I want that mouth on my cock while my cum is still dripping out of you.”
Friendia sank down without hesitation. She took his thick, cum-slick cock into her mouth and sucked him clean, tongue swirling around the head, then deeper, taking as much of him as she could while he threaded his fingers into the fur behind her red ribbon. He grew fully hard again under her tongue. When she pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit and leftover cum connected her muzzle to his cock.
He stood her up, bent her over the bench, and slid back into her dripping pussy from behind. This time he fucked her slower, deeper, one hand reaching around to play with her clit while the other held her hip. Every thrust forced more of his earlier load out of her in messy white streaks that ran down her thighs. She came twice more before he finally buried himself again and filled her a second time, cock pulsing as another heavy load of cum flooded her already-creampied pussy.
By the time they finally pulled apart, Friendia’s white skirt was ruined, her thighs shiny and sticky, and Verdy-kun’s green shorts were a lost cause. They cleaned up as best they could with the towels from the nearby kit bag, traded one last deep, messy kiss, and slipped out of the stadium through separate exits—rival mascots again by morning, but both of them still feeling the ache and the heat of every thrust and every drop of cum left inside her.