Howls and Home Runs (Mascot Matchups #1)

4. Wilder

Chapter four

Wilder

D rooling? Seriously. What the fuck. I couldn’t keep it together for another thirty minutes? I feel like Andy. Out of control, careless. All things I can’t be because I’m a mascot. A fur suit. Not a human free to do whatever I want. More pathetic whines escape my muzzle, echoing across the empty space. At least at night I can be myself. Here in this locker room. Alone.

Stepping out of my locker, I place my head on my body and walk over to the bench, inhaling deeply. The room still filled with her sweet scent. Like sunshine, it’s warm and decadent, but also light. I run my paw over the spot where she sat. Stray strands of her red hair have fallen to the floor, shining like glitter against the dull linoleum. Lainey’s hair is just a few shades lighter than my own deep red coat.

Having Lainey inside of me felt so different to Jerry, James, or Andy. This felt right . Her body wrapped up in my fur, caressing my foam insides. Her soft hands stroking my pelt, admiring its silky texture.

With every handler, I gained new abilities. Andy’s gift came in the form of a new appendage I could grow at will. Well, not entirely. It often comes out on its own accord, like it has its own mind.

Tan and white fur runs down my nose to my chest and the base of my new body part. My cock, as I heard Andy call it many times, extends from my fur, dripping at the tip. It looks similar to Andy’s, velvety pink flesh, veins that wrap around the length like vines and furry balls hanging right at the base . T hough mine is actual fur. His was a very sad sprawling of dark curls. Mine is also much wider and longer than his was, and my tip is more pointed.

It throbs as I inhale Lainey’s scent again, the feeling of a warm summer gameday washing me in comfort.

I think back to the night Andy borrowed me for his party. The way the girl he was with ran her hands through my fur as she giggled. Andy’s moans while he sucked on her skin as my head sat across the room watching. The way she rode him through the slit he cut in my suit. Which I forgave him immediately for when I realized the purpose for the mutilation.

I moan, picturing Lainey riding me like that. My knees buckle at the images flooding my mind and I fall back onto the bench. My cock slaps my stomach obscenely, reminding me of the problem I now must take care of. Wrapping my meaty paw around it, I’m cautious to keep my claws off my cock as I gently pump, closing my eyes.

In my mind, Lainey is grinding on my lap, stroking my ears and smiling down at me. She tells me I’m soft as her hands explore my face, peppering it with delicate kisses from those beautiful lips. My cock weeps as I pump harder.

“Lainey.” My moans bounce around the empty space before settling back in my ears. Images of Lainey continue to flood my mind. Her long legs. Her soft speckled skin. Her delicious scent. Her lithe arms and delicate fingers.

Fuckkkk. My cock spasms and cum gushes out of my tip, splashing down onto the linoleum floor. I gasp as stars blur my vision.

Opening my eyes to assess the mess I’ve made, the creamy liquid I expect to see isn’t there. Instead I see a puddle of blood.

“FUCK!” I growl, and fall to the floor pawing at it. My mind plays tricks on me and I see Andy lying in that very spot, in a pool of red, his eyes cloudy and empty. Forcing my eyes closed, I block out the unpleasant memories. When I open them again, I am back in the present.

It’s not blood. It’s not real. I stare at the now dried cum on the floor. “It’s not blood. It’s not real.” I chant to myself quietly . Grabbing a stray towel off the rack, I use it to clean the floor as best I can before tossing it into a nearby basket.

Time passes and a ray of light shines under the door, telling me it’s time to return to my locker. I drag myself up off the floor and slowly walk to the locker door, sparing a single glance back. It’s not blood. It’s not real.

Shaking the images away, I whimper, then step inside my lonely locker. Lainey will be here soon. The thought comforts me as I close the door and settle in.