“Hey! Hey!” A voice shouted, flagging her down as she ran out of the locker room towards the pre-practice huddle.
She grimaced, but turned to see a disappointed looking Hannah, hands on her hips.
“Cin, I know you didn’t wrap those ankles.”
“Huddle…”
“Can wait! Cordello wants you healthy, and more specifically, tasked me with making sure you stay that way. So it’s my ass if those golden ankles snap while you try to run through a 300 lbs. lineman like you’re so fucking fond of. Training room, now.”
Well, that hadn’t left much room for dissent. Cin headed to the training room.
It was actually really easy to follow Hannah. Cin’s eyes always knew exactly where her hips were going, by virtue of being stuck to her ass like glue.
Hannah motioned to the medical-style bed, and Cin sighed, hopping up while kicking off her cleats.
The trainer produced a roll of athletic tape from somewhere, and took Cin’s heel in that deceptively strong grip.
“Ah! Cold!” Cin complained.
Hannah ‘hmph’d, glared at her, but brought her hand to her mouth to blow on it with a long haaaaaahh…
She’d meant it to be sassy, not sexy, but whoops! It was both.
“Mmm. Hot,” Cin said. Hannah’s eyes, green like Cin’s, with a bit more yellow, flicked up towards her. She found Cin was definitely watching her, not what her hands were doing.
She blushed a little and looked away. The next few turns of the tape were rougher than they needed to be, but Cin could see the edge of the smile on her face.
She had cute dimples.
What her hands were doing, however, was a good job. She gave Cin’s ankle a slap when she was finished, and Cin barely felt it through the wrapping, but, testing it, she found she had all the mobility she needed.
“Good at this, huh?”
Hannah raised an eyebrow, starting on Cin’s other leg.
“Yeah? I’m head Trainer for a D1 school.”
Cin chuckled, “yeah, probably didn’t need me to tell you that. Take tips?”
“What, like, advice?”
“No, money. Though you could start warming those hands up first, fore you freeze a girl’s tootsies off.”
Hannah laughed, shaking her head at Cin.
“Money? Why, you got some secret funds, broke college girl?”
Cin beamed. Walked right into it.
“I will! I mean shit, imagine what I’ll get for Image and Likeness, forget the Name,” she said, gesturing down all over her body. The effect was only slightly lessened by her curves being obscured by pads. Face was still fucking gorgeous.
“Wow,” Hannah laughed, “so, that’s an ‘all-the-time’ thing, not just tryout nerves?”
“The complete and unassailable knowledge that I’m God’s gift to women and football?”
Hannah squinted at her.
“Alright, now I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me.”
“You’ll know when I do that,” Cin said, with a wink from her and a roll of the eye from Hannah.
“Right, I bet,” she said, making it very clear she doubted she’d even notice Cin’s penis. She was a bad liar. “Hands!”
Cin put both out in instinct, and Hannah slid little half-gloves with cloth wrapping streaming from the wrists onto each.
“Quick wraps,” she explained, and proceeded to quickly wrap up Cin’s wrists. “Less worried about your wrists, but you do like using those hands a lot.”
“You have no ide–”
“Shush! I heard it after I said it, no need to grab the low hanging fruit, Amie.”
“Ooooooh. Downgraded to last name?”
“Maybe I don’t like being shamelessly flirted with while I do my fucking job?”
“No, that can’t be it.”
“Heh,” her eyes flashed with genuine humor as they flicked up to meet Cin’s. “Alright, you’re good to go. You can tell Coach you were late on Trainers orders, so you might be done with the extra conditioning by 8, instead of 9.”
“Fucking what!?”
“Yeah, no getting around that. I’ll talk to your Physics prof, get something figured out so you aren’t running a marathon every Tuesday and Thursday evening. Now get out there and give ‘em hell, Cin.” New chapters come out on novelping(.)com first.
Hannah finished tying Cin’s cleats back on with that last word, and she just couldn’t resist giving her ass a slap on the way out the door.
Who could?
“Whooooo!”
Cin’s head snapped over to see who was cheering from the sidelines as she flattened a D-Back for the First.
No-one on the field looking her way.
“Kiss!”
That voice was familiar. She followed it up to see Lina, grinning at her like an idiot from the stands.
With Renee right next to her.
Oh, clearly, neither were here just to watch. Lina had a couch made out of purloined season-ticket seatbacks, and Renee had a textbook in her lap.
But… they were there.
And holy shit had Cin not expected that to mean as much as it did.
Cin didn’t know what time it was, and she’d lost count of how many laps she’d run.
All she knew was that the sun had set a while ago, and she was still running.
“Keep it up, Amie. Haven’t puked yet,” panted Logen, trotting along next to her.
Credit to Logen, she’d ran step for step with Cin on this punishment detail, and didn’t even look that tired.
Credit to Cin, she’d done three goddamn hours of practice before this.
When Cordello had told Logen to run her, Cin doubted this was what he meant.
She remembered the disgust in Logen’s eyes after her and Lexi’s little show, steeled herself, and kept–
Cin threw up.
“Alllllright. Okay,” Trish said, patting her patronizingly on the back. “Let it out. You’re done, hit the showers and head home.”
Cin bit back the impulse to give the Coach any sass, easy, when she wasn’t sure what would come out if she opened her mouth again.
She dragged herself to the showers, slow, but stable.
Slow enough that they weren’t empty when she got there.
Cin knew Coach Logen sometimes showered with the team. There had been a big stink about it, as you’d expect. But then the incident last year had happened, and while it was publicized that the beating had been handed out by a unified team, the fact was that Trish had already broken two legs and a jaw by the time the rest of the team caught up to her after Jimbo sounded the alarm.
She hadn’t yesterday though, so this was Cin’s first time… seeing her.
What a fucking woman.
Trish Logen was in her late forties, but futanari aged slowly. She didn’t look a day over 35.
Didn’t live any longer, on average, but Cin could expect to be hot as fuck well into her 60’s.
Trish’s tanned skin was still smooth and supple, even stretched as it was over muscle molded and perfected by a lifetime of athleticism at the highest level.
The sun-kissed blonde in her walnut tresses sparkled under the water. Easily the most feminine thing about her. Only one of the most beautiful.
Cin knew she was erect. How could she not be?
That didn’t stop her from taking the showerhead next to Trish.
Trish glanced at her, under a massive arm raised to scrub at an armpit.
“Risky.”
“What.”
“Risky. Being naked, alone. With one of us.”
“What??”
Trish’s hand planted on Cin’s back, pushing her hard against the wall.
“But you already knew how dangerous it was, didn’t you? You already showed that poor girl yesterday. I know you saw me. She was forced. And you didn’t give a fuck.”
Trish’s breath had changed, and now, for the first time in a long time, Cin felt… fear.
But more than anything, she felt a curiosity that needed to be sated.
She pushed off, using the wetness of the wall to slip out of Trish’s grip.
She didn’t run.
She grabbed the biggest dick she’d ever seen in one hand, a set of pendulous balls in the other, and lifted them to reveal a neatly trimmed and very pretty pussy.
“One of us…” she muttered.
Then she punched Trish as hard as she could in the solar plexus.
“One of US!?” She screamed, raining more blows down in a frantic, panicked fury. “You’re like me and you’ve still been pulling this shit!?”
Logen roared, tanking a couple hits to grab Cin’s arms pinning them back to the wall.
“That’s why!” She yelled, spittle flecking Cin’s face. “Because they fear us, Amie, and you proved them fucking right. I should make you feel how fucking scared they are…”
Her breath was changing again. But Cin was past fear. She was just pissed the fuck off.
“I proved I’m fucking human,” she hissed.
It was a shame to slam a knee into that perfect sack. Didn’t stop her.
Trish groaned, doubling over around her gonads.
Cin grabbed her hair, pulling Trish’s face up to look at her.
“I didn’t do anything to Lexi,” Cin said. “I let everyone think I was the monster because it was better for her.”
“Bullshit,” Logen laughed. She rose, fist connecting with Cin’s gut. “I saw her face. Filth all over it. You’re a shit liar, for a psychopath.”
“No, Trish,” Cin wheezed, “just turns out that when you make girls comfortable, treat ‘em like people, they actually want to touch your dick… fuck- hng- fuck you’re strong…”
Trish took a cue from Cin, pulling her up by the hair to face her.
Cin felt her searching her eyes.
She didn’t find what she was looking for.
Trish’s face fell. Fell so hard it looked like she’d just been told she had a month to live.
The raging erection poking Cin in the chin fell with it.
“You didn’t... even if you had, I almost… oh… oh god… I’m slipping. 30 fucking years. Had to happen sometime…”
She backed away, clearly not in control. Her hand was on her forehead, eyes wild.
Not a good way to be on a wet tile floor.
A slick patch, and her feet went out from under her.
A part of Cin, the same part that had called so hard for her to use and abuse Lexi, wanted to watch it happen. You didn’t become an athlete like Cin without some excellent kinetic vision.
Logen’s head would hit the raised tile step of the shower exit. She’d probably die, but either way, this would be over, and Cin would tell her she’d fought her off when Logen tried to rape her.
Wouldn’t even be a lie, not really.
But no.
Cin dove, pain spiking through her chest as her ribs slammed into that same step. Putting herself right between Trish and at least a disability.
“Wha-what?” Trish stammered.
“F-fuck,” Cin wheezed.
“Cin? Oh, oh fuck, your ribs, that…”
“Be fine…” Cin lied.
“Why…?”
“Cause there… there but for the grace of Gock go I,” Cin said. Her little chuckle wasn't worth it, smarted like a bitch. But still, she mustered a smile.
Her breath was coming back. Oh, her ribs fucking hurt, but she didn’t think any were broken.
And just like that, Cin Amie’s idol broke down in tears in front of her. Full on, snot-nosed, lost-breath ugly crying.