After Practice by Sabretoothedermine
Another commission piece I recently purchased from Sabretoothedermine and a short story tease I wrote for it. This piece turned out great and I will definitely be getting more from her (she is GOH at MFF this year BTW)
Art courtesy Sabretoothedermine
Apollo © Me
Predator Uniform © Maximus Ursus and Tonka Wolf
I had a coach once who told me, "There's a fine line between dedication and obsession." But what did he know; he got fired at the end of the season. I was used to being the last one in the practice facility every day. I figured if I trained harder I would play harder. Extra cardio, more time in the weight room, doing more film study; I was determined to be the best. Maybe I was obsessed, maybe I had nothing better to do, and maybe I was just waiting for something better to come along. Or someone. That's when he showed up.
Trade rumors were nothing new; there was a never ending buzz about them in the locker room. Then just a few weeks into the season the team traded one of my best friends and few draft picks for a new kicker. A god damn kicker! Granted we've been in a few tight games and we lost our kicker to a torn ACL the previous week, it didn't matter to most of the team that he had been the best place kicker in the league for the past three years. He was still just a kicker. I admit I wasn't ready to welcome him either, until he turned out to be about the hottest kangaroo I had ever laid eyes on.
Less than a week went buy and I caught him checking me out when I was getting into uniform. It didn't bother me at all, I usually took my time and didn't mind showing off my body. I knew more than a few of the guys looked even if they would never do anything about it. But with him there was something else, the way his gaze lingered even when I looked up and saw him, the hint of a smile on his muzzle, the shifting of the bulge in his crotch. It wasn't long before I wasn't the last one in the facility every night anymore. Usually the special teams guys are the first ones out the doors in the afternoon, not him though. I caught him hanging around the weight room more, lingering in the film rooms, and taking his sweet time in the showers.
I didn't have to wait long to make a move though. We had a bye week coming up. An entire weekend off meant an easy practice, no pads. It also meant guys would be itching to get out for an early day on Friday. But it wouldn't end early for everyone, not if I had anything to say about it. I spotted him heading for the film room as regular practice wrapped up. God it was so obvious, who ever heard of a kicker doing film study! I hung out for a while longer in the weight room, working up a good sweat and getting harder by the minute. As I had figured the place was empty so I could let loose a little bit. The spandex of my practice pants stretched across my thighs as I worked my legs harder through my set of squats. Even with the give in the material I was in need of some more room. I undid my fly and let the laces hang loose, fighting the urge to reach a paw into my crotch.
Just a quick workout later and I was primed and ready. I headed towards the locker room on the hunt for my prey. I picked up his scent as I passed the film room, I could tell he was primed too. With a flick of my wrist I set several faucets on hot and waiting just outside the showers I felt my heart race with anticipation. The steam built around me as my own sweat soaked into my uniform. Only moments later I heard a locker slam and the sound of heavy feet slapping across the tiled floor. He rounded the corner in nothing but a jock strap. The stunned look on his muzzle quickly morphed into a smile. I slowly grabbed the hem of my jersey and pulled it over my head.
"You just gonna stand there and stare, or are you gonna give me a hand?" I asked with a sly smile of my own.