Disclaimer & Author’s Note: Please note that this story is intended for those 18+ years of age. This story, like the previous one, will be narrated from a first-person perspective. And since I am an amateur writer, there will be text inconsistencies and fluency problems here and there, so I once again ask for your understanding in a grammatical sense. Finally, if you have any suggestions or a generalised opinion on the story, please feel free to comment down below!

Yours truly,
Foowoo

. . .

“Mike, pass it over to Soma, quickly!”

My coach demanded, pointing over to me. This is my chance! I thought, my eyes glued to the black and white ball that had rocketed across the field. The opposing team’s coach was practically screaming at his players, commanding them to get in front of me, tackle me, to do something, anything! But despite their efforts, I was already sprinting way past the centerline.

Everything came to a standstill, like the flow of time had slowed down for this single moment. The wind blew hard against my furred scales, I felt like I was soaring, flying like the avians I once wished to be. The sound of my heart pounded in my ears, adrenaline coursing through my veins, teammates cheering me on all along the way. I could hear the stampede of footsteps rapidly approaching behind me, the sound of the opposing team doing everything they could to stop me. They were persistent, determined, and desperate. For the last 30 minutes, both teams had been neck and neck, a score of 5-5, and this single goal would be the final tiebreaker.

By now my body was running on autopilot. My left foot paw stretched forward, clinging to the ground, while my right foot paw reeled back. I had already made the adjustments, I knew how to kick the ball with just the right force and angle so that it may curve into the upper right post of the net. This was the moment, my moment. I was only 6 feet from the penalty mark, I could already see myself scoring the goal, my teammates going wild as they held me up high in the air. I’m going to do this! I thought to myself, and with one short, sharp, snap of my leg joints, I kicked…something?

No, but rather, I fell over someone. My foot paws had been barred by something other than the firm plastic of the soccer ball, which caused me to roll over onto the ground, face-first into the dirt.

“Soma? SOMA?! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!”

I heard the distorted voices of my teammates rushing up behind me, I was in a bit of a daze. I had flown 5 feet in the air and landed directly in front of the goalkeeper. W-what~ Did I slip? These were the only thoughts going through my mind. I got to my knees, wiping the dust off my face, and saw a spotted cheetah, in a tattered blue and yellow uniform getting up to his feet, he looked into my eyes with a wide grin on his muzzle. A grin that infuriated me.

It finally made sense this cheetah had anticipated I’d get the upper hand during this game, so he’d decided to force a foul play by literally turning himself into a living comet. He intercepted the ball by sliding into it, striking it with his toes and tripping me in the process, forcing the ball to go out of bounds.

That fucking delinquient! A flash of anger consumed my gaze, outrage written all over my face. Both teams encircled us, they were all asking if we were ok, but I couldn’t hear them in my enraged state. Getting up to my feet, all I wanted to do was strangle whatever fishy air was trapped in that cheetah’s coarse lungs. Until his face turned pale blue, until-

“Hey~ U-Uhm, Soma, you good?” I heard a familiarly shaky voice mumble in my ears, followed by a paw tapping on my back. I turned around to see Mike, our newest center-back player, and the only Bengal Tiger in our school.

“Yeah, I’m fine, what did the referee say?” I spoke in as calm of a tone as I could manage, hiding the tempestuous expression on my muzzle.

“The ref? O-oh, Uhm, he decided on doing a…penalty shootout.”

I was fucking vehement when I heard Mike squeal out those last two words.

“WHAT?!?! Is the ref blind or something?!” I fumed, my booming voice startling everyone except for one person. That one person was laughing, snickering at my little rant. That one person was the reason why all this was happening, and boy was he outward about it.

“Oh, isn’t that just a shame? You know, I thought you eastern dragons were faster on the ground, considering that you can’t fly.” he goaded in an irritating tone, he seemed amused by my frustration.

“H-hey, Soma, let’s go prepare for the penalty shootout, ‘kay?” beseeched Mike, getting a whiff of the thick atmosphere that fell upon the field that had filled him with a dire sense of urgency.

“Alright,” I nodded, wiping the dust off my uniform. We could still secure a win, our team already had really good players who can clutch a victory in this very situation.

“Look, he’s finally accepted it! Just as weak on the ground as in the sky, huh?”

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

I felt something physically snap in my mind, like a dam that burst forth after holding back an overwhelming load. All I could see was red, and before I knew it, I was dragging that bitch into the dirt…

…

“I’m sorry, Mr. Radic, my son won’t do it again.” my father reassured the principal, his big, meaty claw clasped firmly at my wrist.

“I’m sure he won’t, but things like this don’t happen without repercussions. So that is why I’ve decided that your son and Zenari will be suspended from all extra-curricular activities for as long as it takes to find common ground amongst one another. I expect that you both take this time to make amendments to what happened during the game.”

I wanted to scream, yell, wail, and do everything in between. But I knew that wouldn’t fix anything, so I just bared it all in stoic silence, hiding my frustration with an impression of emotionless aptitude.

“Alright, thank you for your time, Mr. Radic.”

“No, thank you, Mr. Whitaker. I know your son and Zenari can move past this swiftly.”

With that, my father and the principal stood up and shook hands, and we both left the small office. We walked down the empty halls without saying a single word, and it was at this moment that I felt really shitty. Not because of what I did to Zenari, but rather because the fight had pulled my father from his work, and I was well aware of how important that was.

“I’m sorry for pulling you out of work, dad.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, kiddo. But you know that won’t change what you’ll have to do to fix things with Zenari.”

I didn’t bother talking back, because again, it would be futile. I knew what I had to do, and as much as I relented, I knew I’d eventually have to apologize. Or at least, find some sort of common ground between us. Now how exactly would I do that? I had no idea! But somehow fate decided to bring us together in a more…unorthodox way.

…

I saw Zenari a few times in the school halls, and we both respectively ignored each other. To be honest, I couldn’t tell if I had completely gotten over the fight we had last week; though we still weren’t allowed to join any extracurriculars until we sort this thing out, and that was making school a little more dull than usual, which eventually forced us to confront one another.

After school, I found out that the cheetah went for swimming classes at the same recreational center I go to, which was surprising because cats typically weren’t very fond of aquatic sports, or water in general. And if things couldn’t get any more convenient, the recreational center was hosting a swimming convention this afternoon, which would have a competition near the end! So all I had to do was ask to see if-

“Yo, Soma,” I heard a recognizable voice call out my name, causing me to stop in the middle of the hallway and turn around. Speak of the devil!

“Hey, Zenari. How’re you holding up?” I ask, putting on a charismatic look on my muzzle.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Hey uh, I was thinking about the things I said to you last week and I wanted to make it up to you---so I was wondering if you were interested in hanging out by the recreational center, I heard they were having a swim-”

“Yes, I’m cool with that, dude. Oh, and sorry for the bruises.”

“Don’t worry about it, all you did was prove me wrong. But don’t think I didn’t land any good swings in, either.” he boasted, a playful smirk on his maw.

“Well, you’re pretty good…for a cat!”

Startling the feeling, I quickly wrapped my arms around the cheetah in a firm headlock, playfully ruffling his head fur with my knuckles. 

“Who’s faster now?” I gibed, keeping Zenari from pulling out of my grip.

“Alright, alright! Y-you’re faster!”

“That’s what I thought!” I said, releasing Zenari from my headlock. His ruffled up fur gave him a messy look, which kinda looked cute on him.

“Haha, very funny,” he said sarcastically, giving me a light punch on the shoulder.

“Alright, see you after school dude.” I waved farewell, continuing to my next class. I felt pretty good after that, especially after making a new friend. And boy, was it only going to get better.

…

“Three,”

“Two,”

“One, GO!”

With a screech of a whistle, we were off. I pushed against the wall, diving under the water before breaching the surface and started paddling forward. We were up against 10 other swimmers, but my attention was primarily focused on the cheetah beside me. I was surprised by the lead he’d already gotten ahead of me, but I wasn’t about to let that last long.

I paddled my arms and legs in a quick and concise motion, pacing myself so that my speed was just a bit faster than Zenari’s strokes. I wanted to conserve my energy for the moment when we passed the midline of the pool, and it seemed the feline had caught the gist of what I was doing, falling a little behind as he paced himself too.

By now, we were just a few feet past the midline, and I could already hear Zenari pumping his arms and legs, loud splashes rapidly accelerating ahead of me. Oh no, you don't! I thought, my body went into overdrive, and my strokes became faster and more forceful. I was streaking through the water, eventually reaching my limit as to how fast I could go.

The cheetah seemed to be faltering, it appeared he had also reached his limit, eventually, we met neck and neck for the final stretch. For a split second, we caught a glimpse of one another, and we both took in our debilitated expressions. We had exhausted ourselves, but it was now or never, so we pushed our bodies to the brink.

Filled with determination and unyielding resolve, I propelled myself forward. Like a jet burning through dense weather, I treaded forward through the chlorinated water. I felt the familiar feeling like I was flying, soaring high above the clouds, with the finish line firmly locked in my sight.

My body was burning, my heart was pounding, but the end of the pool was only a few feet away, so I held on tight to my resolve; not once letting it go. I gave my arms and legs a final command, which was to perform one last stroke forwards. And as much as I felt it relent, they didn’t give out, instead, my will pulled the last ounce of energy out of my very being, practically leaping out of the water in a powerful butterfly stroke.

“Aaaaaaaaaaand~ Wow! Number 12 and 13 come neck and neck, touching the finish line at the same time!” a heavily accented voice blared through the PA system, the crowd that had accumulated by the end of the pool was going nuts.

We pulled ourselves up and over the edge of the pool, onto the puddle-covered ceramic deck. I could hear Zenari heaving and wheezing as he caught his breath, exhaustion was written all over his face. We kind of just laid there, taking in all of what had just happened. So…me and number 13? Who’s number-

“L-looks like we’re tied, Soma,” Zenari said wearily, eventually catching his breath and sitting up, pulling the sleek blue swimming goggles off his head.

“D-damn,” was all I could say, I couldn’t help but chuckle at this. Not only had our determination to come in first place push us far ahead of the rest of the competitors, but it also had us both tie for first place, which was pretty incredible when you think about it.

“Congratulations, Soma and Zenari,”

Hearing our names called out in a heavily western accent; we both looked up to see a chubby orange orangutan wearing a tuxedo coloured in lively streaks of red and purple and green, a pretty odd mix for such an informal event.

“Hey, t-thanks, mister-”

“You two can just call Mister Miwok. Now, since we’ve never had such an incredible tie before, we only have one first-place medal-”

“We don’t need it,” we said in unison, Mister Mawok chortled at this, “Is that so? Y’all are real modest, ya know that? Anyways, go get yourselves dried off, we still have the closing ceremony.”

“Yes, Mister Miwok.”

…

We were the only ones in the showers by then, the sound of music resonating in the chlorine-scented air of the spacious room. The sizzle of water hitting fur, followed by the scrubbing of soap on scales, we both took our time cleaning off the pool water from our bodies.

The water felt warm and the body wash felt very light on my furred scales. I was butt naked, but the cheetah was not. I caught him catching a few peeks at my slit, which caused him to blush heavily. Just barely, from where I was standing, I could see a tent on his shorts, am I that tempting? I thought, I couldn’t help but smile at this.

“What? Never seen a dragon before?” I said, moving on to applying more soap to the length of my tail.

“I-I~ Uhm thought you were a-”

“I’m a boy, dude,” a devious smirk had grown on my muzzle, maybe I could play with him a little, I thought, turning off my shower and stepping under the showerhead just beside him.

“If you’re still unsure,” I said, using two fingers to splay the lips of my slit, giving the flushed cheetah a direct view into my soaked slit hole, “I can show you.”

“Uhhh~ I, Uhm, don’t know about- NYAH!” Zenari yelped when he felt my paw groping at his already rock-solid cubhood, causing his messy-gold fur to stand on edge.

“Looks like your body says otherwise,” I gibed, squeezing firmly at his feline member. The cheetah was mewling cutely, which to my surprise, turned me on so much that my prehensile member had already wriggled its way out of my slit.

“Woah, dude,” the cat was blown away by the sight of the big, red, throbbing mass that squiggled around like a tentacle. His eyes glued onto every movement it made, seemingly putting him in a bit of a trance

“Yours can…move!” Zenari marvelled, “does it, uhh, have a mind of its own?”

“No, silly! I can male it move,” I chortled, the feline was quite curious and I was more than happy to entice his curiosity, but it would be better to do it in a  more…private setting.

“There are stalls,” I said, pointing to the changing stalls in the middle of the locker room, “but first, we should probably get dried off.”

“Alright,” he nodded, shutting off the stream of water and following in suit behind me, picking up our towels from off the rack. 

The stalls were well made and maintained, there was adequate space for more than one person and the door had a secure lock and tight seal, making it hard for anyone to peek in---well, not that anyone was here to peek in. There was still music going on outside, and screams and laughs from outside the shower room indicated that people were still partying outside.

Zenari was the first to finish drying off, the towel had made his fur messier than it was poofy. He looked kinda cute with messy fur, giving him a bit of a feral look.

“Oh, looks like this kitty is eager,” I teased. Zenari had already pulled his shorts down to his foot paws, revealing his furry sheath and fuzzy balls, including the throbbing feline member that was already spewing tiny dribbles of pre on the ceramic flooring.

“Mmm, I could say the same for youUAAH!” The cheetah was staggered by how fast he’d been pushed up against the wall of the stall. My bare chest was pressed against his, and my prehensile cock had already begun squirming around his feline member in excitement.

“T-that's a new, nnnf, f-feeling!” he mumbled, the feeling of both our dicks against each other sent a familiar jolt of pleasure up our spines, but it appeared that Zenari’s body was craving pleasure in a different area.

“Hey, u-uhm, you planning on going more than once?” he asked.

“We can go for as long as this party lasts,”

“Awesome, but uhhh, can we get to…you know…” the blush on Zenari’s muzzle got redder as he lowered a paw down to his tail hole.

“Hmm? Oh, I see,” I grinned, giving the cheetah space to turn around, “I didn’t bring any lube so we’ll have to improvise.”

“Alright,” he said,  raising his fluffy, spotted tail.

I immediately got to my knees. Putting both paws on his soft, furry ass cheeks, I splayed them, giving me a clear view of his pink pucker. Then, without warning, I leaned in. Taking in his scent before using my long, silky tongue to lap the entrance with my spittle.

“Nnngh~ T-that feels good!” he purred, his body tensing a little before relaxing. I could feel the big kitty vibrate as I picked up my pace.

“Kay, think you’re ready,” I said, pulling away from his tantalizing cheeks. My eager prehensile member was throbbing in excitement as I lined myself up, “you ready?”

“I uh…have some practice, so you can go quickly,” he shuddered.

“Huh, so you played sub before?” I jeered.

“S-shut up and start humping!”

“Yes, your highness,” without skipping a heartbeat, I bucked my hips forward, and my prehensile member easily slipped in with an audible plop. Zenari moaned outwardly when I hilted him, my pelvis smashed against his ass cheeks. I wrapped my arms around his stomach and chest, pulling him close enough so that I could nip at his fur with my teeth.

“Ahh~ You’re r-really tight, dude,” I breathed shakily, reeling my hips back before thrusting them forward, starting a pleasure-filled rhythm.

“I’m, mmf, sorry,”

“Heh, don’t apologize, dude,” I smirked, keeping my steady pace into the cheetah's quivering insides. With every hump I could feel his body reflexively clench on my dick, massaging every inch of my length as I pushed deeper and deeper with every thrust. The sounds of lewd schllichs and schlaps were followed by outward moans and whimpers, the sound of fur sliding against fur, it was an intoxicating tune that I couldn’t get enough of.

Well, this sure as hell is one way to “make amendments” I thought, picking up speed as I felt my climax approaching.

“S-soma, I~ H-holy shHHIT!” Zenari groaned, apparently the feline had reached his orgasm faster than expected, which caused his inner walls to constrict with every spurt of cum that poured out of his feline cock.

“Woah, dude, you came already?” I was kind of surprised, though I wasn’t complaining or anything. His orgasm had made his tail hole even tighter, and I was kind of on the brink of my climax.

Picking up speed, I thrust into him with renewed vigour. My humps became erratic, desperate, and needy. Now and then I’d grind my cock against his entrance, then continue another round of aggressive thrusts past his tight pucker. Primal grunts and growls slipped past my lips as my arms grasped harder to his body, gluing his back to my chest as I got closer and closer to release.

“NNNNF~ H-hey, I’m really clo-”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE HOLD BACK!! I NEED you to fill me with EVERY LAST DROP!!” He lustfully shrieked. The cheetah had clenched down on my cock with incredible strength, almost as if his body was set on making sure I spilled my seed deep within his tail hole. And boy, I was more than happy to oblige.

Grinding my pelvis hard against his ass cheeks, so much so that the lips of my slit pressed against the entrance of his tight pucker, I felt the familiarly euphoric feeling of my climax rolling over me. My mind numbed with pleasure as my prehensile member relented, spilling my hot, sticky seed deep into the feline.

I was cumming far more than usual, and I couldn’t tell what made this experience so much more pleasurable than it is normally. But whatever it was, I didn’t want it to stop. Despite my ongoing orgasm, I kept thrusting into Zenari, who was moaning hysterically.

“NYAAA~ K-keep goingggg! Ughhhhhhhhh~” he groaned. I could feel him pushing back on my dick as he lustfully moaned in as high of a pitch as he could manage. He sounded desperate, like a female dog at the peak of its heat. His body was practically begging for me to cum in him again.

“Hnng~ You sound like a bitch, Zenari,”

“Ahhhn~ T-then, mmmNNGG, fuck me like one!”

“Ohoh, I’ll fuck you like one, alright,” I snarled ferally, moving my paw up to his muzzle I pushed two fingers in his mouth, distorting his moans.

Without pulling out of the feline, I switched positions. Using my upper body strength to swivel him off his feet, moving him so that he was facing the door to the stall. Now with my back against the wall, I was able to thrust into him with as much force as I wanted, and in my incredibly pent-up state, I was going to really hammer into him.

With my maw hung agape and tongue lolled out, panting like a domestic dog as I drooled on the kitty’s shoulder, I began to buck my hip with maximum force. My prehensile cock pushed hard against the feline’s prostate with an aggressive schlorp that resonated in the stall. My arms tightened around the cheetah as my pelvis bounced off of his ass cheeks. My humps were quite literally causing the cat to lean backwards, pushing his hips forward and giving me more room to thrust into him.

“GGRRAAAH~ YESSS!!!” Zenari growled as his second orgasm rolled over him. His body quivered as his feline cock throbbed boisterously, spewing long, sticky strings of cum onto the floor.

My body was running on autopilot, with a single intention running through my mind: to reach my climax. I felt the familiar tingling in my mind as my body was set ablaze. My thrusts were outwardly sporadic, there was no rhythm to what we were doing anymore; it was all just carnal desire at this point, and that's what I loved about it!

“HNNNGGG~ H-HOLD STIll!” I roared, allowing my primitive drive to direct my movements. I sunk my teeth into the shoulder of the feline, who was still letting out deranged moans and grunts.

I was on the edge, quite literally. Driving my cock as far into the cheetah as I could, I physically lifted the feline off the ground, and that was when my body relented yet another time. I felt my prehensile cock throb and curl within the lustful kitty, spilling every drop of seed that was left in my internal balls.

I felt like we might’ve overworked ourselves trying to sate our sexual drive since all we could feel was the euphoric ecstasy that ran through our veins in the form of neurochemicals. I could barely keep myself up on my own two feet, let alone keep Zenari up on any of his limbs. The cheetah was so limp he might as well have fainted on me, so we both just stood there, panting and heaving as the last of our orgasms died down.

“Y-yo…Z-Zenari, you o-okay?” I asked, releasing his shoulder from my jaw. I was a little worried I might’ve gone a bit too far.

“T-that was…” he mumbled, still breathing heavily.

“Hm?”

“T-that was…fucking incredible, dude…” he said weakly, barely a whisper.

“Y-yeah… Uhm, is it okay if I stay inside you for a little while longer?”

All Zenari could offer as a response was a weak nod…

…

“Not only did you two find common ground amongst one another, but you both became friends? Guess that's just a youth thing.” Mr. Radic chuckled, a warm smile on his muzzle. 

The spotted hyena got to his feet, buttoning up the dark-grey blazer he wore over his suit, and then extended a paw to me. I took it and gave him a firm shake, he smiled.

“And as I promised, you two will be allowed back onto your respective extracurriculars, including the soccer team. You both have proven yourself mature enough to handle your conflicts, keep up that attitude.” he beamed, releasing his grip on my paw.

“Hell yeah!” Zenari whooped, we both did a fist pump as we started towards the exit of the office…