(Los Soldados is Spanish for the soldiers, which seemed like a decent title for a fictional Los Angeles, or The Angels. And hence the team name Grunts and their team cadence. Also contained is a reference to Jay Naylor. Try and find it, because I didn’t hide it.)
It was the final serve of the game, and Peach was up. By no means would this be a decisive play, as they were comfortably ahead by five points, and only one from winning the game. The feline stood behind the line and bounce the volleyball a few times before holding it in one paw. With a quick toss, it flew high in the air, and she ran and jumped to meet it with her paw.
The ball soared over the net and to an opponent’s waiting paws, bumping the ball into the air and to a teammate who spiked it back. The ball was bumped again, and then set for a spike from Peach. She jumped and raised her right paw for the spike, prompting her opponents to go more to her left. Just as planned. With the side t her right lacking in protection, she lowered her right paw quickly to bring more power to her left. With pinpoint accuracy, the ball was spiked down and into the opponent’s court, between two opponents, and far close to the boundary without crossing it.
The South Los Soldados Grunts came together in a huddle of green and tan, jumping, cheering, and hugging in celebration of their new victory, and their first in the playoffs. The team then went into a circle and performed a cadence they say at the beginning and end of every game:
“I don’t know, but I’ve been told,
Grunt’s Volleyba-all is pure gold!”
The team captain, a cheetah, then shouted, “Sound off!”
“One, Two!”
“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”
“THREE-FOUR!”
They then all came back together with, “One, two, three, four, one, two…THREE! FOUR!”
The teams congratulated each other on a well-played game before heading to their locker rooms. As the Grunts stripped to their bares and prepared to shower, Peach simply changed into her clothes and prepared to leave.
“Hey, Peach!” Jolene called out. Her lean cheetah build was available for all to see, as she was far from afraid of her body. She stood 6’2,” but her breasts were a high A at their best. Still, her body was one many wished they had. “Great game tonight.” She stood with her paws on her hips. “I liked that switcheroo you pulled on them in the end.”
“Thanks,” she replied, not keeping herself from quickly looking over the cheetah’s body.
“You seem to be in a rush, Peach.” Jolene also looked over Peach, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.
“Yeah, well…” she said nervously. “There’s…something I have to attend to,”
“Oh,” Jolene replied. Then her eyes went wide when she realized what she meant. Oh-Oh! Heh, I thought you smelled a bit different today.” Jolene grinned. “Well, I won’t hold ya any longer,” she announced before heading to the showers.
Peach nodded and headed out of the locker room’s exit to the front of the school that lead to the parking lot. She quickly paced to her car and managed to leave without catching too much traffic.
She drove to her house and entered the front door, breathing a sigh of relief as soon as she was within its walls. Her parents were away for the weekend on a second honeymoon, which the therapist said would be good for them. They won’t be back until Wednesday the next week, and this made it all the easier to deal with her ‘problem.’
The poor kitty was in heat. It was hard at the game, as the smell of sweat and other natural pheromones her ancestors were attracted to drove her further into the heat. Even the feeling of her spandex rubbing against her snatch with each movement made her quietly moan, and she even came close to release twice on the court. It was a wonder she was even able to think straight enough to pull off that move in the end, as that was actually the third time an orgasm felt imminent. Her knees turned to jelly the instant her feet touched the floor and sent a strong vibration through her body. Had the net not been there for her to grab onto long enough for her to recover, she thought she would have dropped to her knees and fingered herself right in front of everyone.
Worse yet, her boyfriend Nelson was away. He had to go to a funeral for a relative he didn’t know existed aside from his name, and will be gone for the weekend. That skink would have been more than happy to help her through this time. Though he’s her second and she’s his first, she knew well enough who to compare in the future. His long, sticky tongue to pull on her insides when it was in her pussy, and was five inches long.. That, and she found the exoticness of his reptilian cock (Or rather, cocks) to be erotic. It is practically a pair of one inch-thick shafts that make one seemingly normal eight-inch phallus that is split down the middle.
Peach went upstairs and into her room, tossing her backpack onto her bed and stripped down. As she did, she looked in the mirror and checked over her body. She got the name Peach because her mother was unconscious, and her father, not being one for too much originality, named her after the color of her fur: Peach. She could have just as easily been named “Orange” or “Dirty-Blonde,” as that was the color of her tabby stripes when they came in and her hair when it grew out, which is wavy and grew to her shoulders. She was glad it was the former and not the either of the latter.
She had a slim and athletic build with a visible six-pack through her fur, along with decent sized biceps. Her breasts were in the mid-C range, and peaked with fur-covered nipples. Her eyes went down to her snatch, which was hot and wet in anticipation. She trimmed had her pubic hair, giving her a nice, clean peach color all the way down to her swollen pink lips. Her eyes then strayed to her legs, which many would consider a work of art. They were long and had a thick musculature with just enough extra skin to make them nice and smooth to the touch, yet firm should one press into her thigh. Her soft, slightly fluffy fur also added to the feeing of her rock-hard body.
As she looked at her crotch, she slid a finger over her swollen clit, drawing circles around the rock-hard nub. She whimpered in anticipation, and finally decided she needed the shower.
She walked naked to the shower and teased herself as the water grew warmer. She then stood under the cascade, pawing herself as her other paw went to a breast. Slowly, she coaxed out one of the soft pink nubs from under her fur, then switched paws to coax out the other nipple.
Now fully aroused, she built up the courage to slip her middle finger down her tight tunnel. She mewled in ecstasy and slowly dropped to her knees in the shower, legs spread wide and paws going to work. Nearing an orgasm, she slipped her ring finger in with her middle and thrusted them in and out of her needy cunt. The paw on her breast went behind her and grabbed onto her ankle, and she started to get her hips in motion with her fingers. Like a blur of fur, her fingers pumped in and out, faster and faster, until she screamed in ecstasy, covering the shower floor with her fem juices. She slowed her fingers almost to a standstill and continued rubbing the palm of her hand against her clit, twitching gently as her pussy pulsated from release.
Despite all this, she wasn’t satisfied. She was unable to keep her heat in check yesterday, when she went with her parents to the airport and was caught in traffic. She was unable to pleasure herself today, as the team had to come in early to practice, then to set up the court, then finally to play, and she spent the free time of the day, until now, with Jolene. The game only made her heat worse, and she doubted only her paws would be able to get her around this. Then, something hit her. When she first received this, it was intended as a joke. Now, it seems useful.
After a quick toweling (That may have been focused on her crotch), she walked back into her room. In her closet, in a box on top of the shelf, was her gift for her 18th birthday: a strap-on. Her friend, which has been neglected to have been mentioned, works at a sex shop with her mother. It was intended as a joke, and they both laughed, but Peach never got rid of it or even used it. On the front was a blue rubber cock that had a distinctive feline shape to it, complete with flexible barbs on the shaft and around the head. On the ‘giving’ end was a harness that went around the hips, and would be firmly secured five-inch bumpy rod that went into the giver’s hole. That end, however, won’t be used.
She strapped it onto a deckchair, which worked surprisingly well. The rod was spaced widely enough that it went around the seat without being forced, leaving the shaft erect in the air.
Her paws went to the side edges of the chair and she straddled over the top. She could have envisioned Nelson, but it was hard to do with a feline-shaped cock. Instead, she started to envision he actor that played Fisk in the Better Days movie. There were few attractive felines in school, and of those considered “handsome” had the intelligence of artificial aquarium sand. She could have also envisioned Jolene, but she didn’t seem to be the kinky type, and is a virgin as far as she knew. And aside from making Fisk seem too emo-y during high school and too ruthless in the army, the actor was easy to look at.
Peach grinned in anticipation as she hovered over the shaft, teasing the tapered head with her pussy for a moment to build up her heat. With a submissive mewl, she finally dropped herself on the shaft, yelping in pleasure as she hilted the toy. She continued with a slow pace and grew accustomed to the feeling of the barbs gently tugging her folds as she withdrew and plopped onto it again. She continued to hump the toy blissfully before turning around and taking the toy from behind. Her legs went under the chair and she pushed herself up and down on her toes, gripping the desk tightly as she moaned in bliss.
It didn’t take long for the flexible barbs to do their job, and Peach soon found herself in the cusps of bliss. A paw came up and fondled a breast eagerly until she was pushed past her limit. With a final plop, she dropped onto the toy and climaxed. Her femcum covered the toy and dribbled onto the floor. In a heated push, she drove herself quickly onto the toy until a second and third orgasm mixed with her first, causing her to drop onto the chair and convulse in ecstasy, clawing the bottom of the chair deeply.
When the pleasure finally left her minutes later, the heat left as well. For now, at least. She stood and cleaned her still sopping pussy before heading downstairs to the kitchen. Being alone in the house, she had the freedom to walk around naked with the scent of her arousal still strong. She would finish off the pizza she ordered last night, then enjoy her toy again before going to bed, only to enjoy it again in the morning. She wasn’t aroused in the morning, but its quick use woke her up before breakfast.