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A Smashing Bet

For Dreixes

By Draconicon

Shodan had never been very keen on the outfits that the esports teams had to wear. While they weren't necessary the low-cut stuff that she used to have to wear on-stage for people to be interested in her, they were stifling things, large latex outfits that stretched from the neck all the way to the toe, and they cupped at everything, almost like a giant groping piece of clothing. The garment also kept her completely insulated, which meant that at the end of the day, she was a sweaty mess.

The hyena hated it, but the rest of the team rather liked it. The fact that the outside could be programmed to display different messages was also something that they enjoyed, considering it meant that they could wear hundreds of sponsors per session without changing their clothes. She couldn't care less, but hey, it kept the bills paid.

Trying to get used to it, the hyena kept it on while she was playing, leaning back against the couch as she tapped the buttons on her controller. It was rare that she got into a non-computer game, but this was an old classic. Smash Bros. She smiled as she guided Link back and forth across the stage, watching the moves her opponent was making, letting him draw himself out.

She was going to lose, of course. She always lost the first two matches. It was in the end-game that she started to pull things out of the bag. And sure enough, the final blow came, sending her character flying off the stage.

"Ha!"

Her opponent began his usual braggadocious behavior, and she rolled her eyes as he whooped and hollered for the empty building to hear. She let him continue for as long as he felt he needed to, waiting for him to start the next round.

Well, that's been fun. I've got his moves down now. So...moving on to -

"HA! I got you this time. No way in hell that you're going to be able to get best out of five now."

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that," Shodan said, trying to get her head in the game again. She already had a plan, and -

"No, seriously, this time I got your number."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that. I'm trying to -"

"Hell, I'm gonna take your place as top smasher."

"..."

She put the controller down on the arm of the couch, leaning against the other side as she fixed him with a stare. Hotrod, the bull of the team, was smirking down at her, his arms crossed over his chest, his suit displaying his 'winner' status still. He was completely cocky at this point, completely believing in his own invulnerability.

"You serious right now?"

"Hell yeah."

"Alright then. Let's make a bet on that. Whoever wins three out of five gets the winner to do whatever they like."

"Heh, you sure about that? I've been looking for the chance to put you in your place."

"You can give it a try...if you win."

"Deal."

Well, that was easy. She shook her head, flicking out to the character-select menu, dropping her cursor down to Samus. Little bitch thinks that he's going to get the crown? Let's show him how a real champ plays...

" Game!"

Shodan smiled as she lowered the controller to the table between them and the TV. She folded her hands together, crossed her ankles, and the hyena turned her head to give Hotrod a gentler version of the smirk he'd been flashing her earlier.

"And that, I believe, is how you do it."

"I...fucking...how?!"

"Two rounds as Link to learn your moves, three rounds as Samus to trash every single one of them."

He was still sputtering as she stretched her arms overhead. It was going to keep going for a while, she imagined, so she might as well get comfortable. Hotrod had never been outright misogynistic, at least, not that she'd seen, but he'd always had an issue with any female on another team beating him. Today, he'd gotten his ass handed to him, and hard. No wonder he was taking it badly.

But she was still going to collect, and he had to know that.

The hyena looked down at her knuckles while he kept complaining, talking about the bullshit lag, how they were fighting with the wrong controllers, and every other excuse that he could come up with. After about five minutes, she sighed, reaching around behind her to start pulling the zipper down on her suit.

It was just enough of a sound to catch his attention, and he immediately turned to look at her.

Spotted fur started to make an appearance, matted down by the hot day and the sweat that had been trapped in the suit. Her breasts popped free, which was enough to get the bull to look at her again, though not for the right reasons. She cocked her head to the side as she brought the suit down to her waist, and she crossed her arms again, this time under her breasts.

"Now. You made a bet, remember?"

"...Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. You are NOT doing that to me."

"You said anything." Shodan smirked. "And I know the access code to that suit of yours."

"I told you that so you could - not for this!"

"You should have thought of that. Now, you can do this willingly, or you can try and run, and I'll bring you right back here. I took 'Shodan' as a name for a reason, after all."

The bull stared at her for a moment, then jumped from the couch, running for the door. She sighed, shaking her head as she reached down to her wrist, speaking into her watch.

"Access code 4-5-2-4-3-alpha-1. Freeze."

And just like that, the bull's latex outfit suddenly clenched tight around him, holding him completely still. She shook her head, telling him to come back, and the suit took control, his legs moving under the automated control of the suit, walking him back to stand before the couch. Shodan shook her head again, spreading her legs, knowing what it would do.

Her family had always been well-endowed. Not just in the chest, but also down in the clit, making for quite the imitation of a cock bulge. She smiled up at the bull, chuckling as she wiggled her fingers and made him drop to his knees in front of her.

"You said anything, and I'm gonna collect. Nobody challenges my throne, dickweed."

"You can't - come on, can't we work something out?"

"Sure. You can work my clit out of my pants, and then you can start sucking it."

"Nnngh..."

"It's the closest to a real woman that you're going to get, Hotrod."

She tapped her watch again, and the suit's arms moved up, forcing the bull to drag her suit down that little bit further. They had to go further down than they would have done for a dick, but eventually, her clit popped free. It was long, redder than the average shaft, and it was more than suitable for fucking. She had put a number of fans and bitches in their place over the years, but this was the first time that she'd done it to another team member.

Pushing down on the base of it, hiding the gasp that wanted to come out of her throat as soon as she touched it, Shodan pointed it at the bull's mouth.

"The faster you do this, the sooner I can put you to work somewhere else."

"This is bullshit."

"No, but if you keep yapping, that's all you'll be playing later. It's my turn to pick the training schedule next week."

"..."

He groaned, trying to turn away, but she could still force him forward. The control she had over the suit made that easy. One little button, and he was leaning in, his mouth forced open, and the tip of her - admittedly slender - cock-like clit slipped past his lips.

Shodan moaned, rolling her head back as she savored the feeling of that nice warm mouth around her cock. It was so sensitive, and it felt damn good as the bull kept bobbing his head up and down her clit, the suit thrusting him forward all the way to the base and then pulling back. The ridges along the roof of his mouth, his wide tongue, the warmth of his throat? All of it was just as good as she hoped.

And he was blushing the whole time, looking humiliated. It only got worse as she got to her feet, shaking slightly from the pleasurable stimulation. He groaned, looking up at her as she started thrusting down his throat, panting softly as she gripped the back of his head.

"Mmmph...you are...fucking...lucky...I have a hair...trigger with this..."

Her pussy was already wet from the stimulation she was getting, some of her juices rolling down along her clit. Did he notice? Who knew, but she could feel him tensing up, almost as if he was trying to pull away, to get away from her orgasm, to not have to swallow.

Heh...you don't get it at all...

Thrust, thrust...press. He swallowed as she lodged her clit in the back of his throat, and that was enough to get her off. She moaned, arching her back, her pussy clenching and squirting. He braced himself, and she could feel him trying to swallow harder and harder so that he didn't have to taste her 'cum,' but he was completely safe.

His chest, on the other hand...

She pulled back slowly, the cascade of her juices down her shaft dripping on his suit and chest. The hyena chuckled, sitting down on the couch again.

"Now, go get some sodas. I want something good for a change instead of the cheap shit."

She waved for him to go, then watched the bull's ass as he left. Maybe, if she got the urge in the next hour or so, she'd give him another taste of her cock-like clit.

Until then, she had more practice to do.

The End

Summary: Shodan, a hyena esports player, is just having some fun practice with a team member until he threatens her crown. Well, one can't have their position threatened...

Tags: M/F, oral, clit, hyper clit, blowjob, squirting, orgasm, hyena, bull, esports, latex, suits, body control, cum,