Track and Field (Patreon)

4 PM was a good time for an outdoor workout; the sun was on its way down, but there was still enough daylight around to run without tripping over anything or getting bombarded by mosquitoes. Alex preferred working out outdoors to doing so in a gym; the air was fresher, there was a lot less noise pollution from workout equipment, and there were fewer prying eyes to worry about. The last gym Alex had a membership at had a big theft problem, too, her clothes would always go missing from her locked locker, and it was never her fresh clothes, it was always the sweaty ones. Normally, Alex would be flattered, but good and comfy athleticwear wasn’t cheap, and if they kept going missing it could bankrupt her.

Luckily for Alex, the local university wasn’t far and it had a big track that was open for anyone to use when there weren’t any sporting events. Alex was also able to keep her stuff in her car to prevent theft, which she couldn’t do even with a supposedly “secure” locker room. But none of those reasons could hold a candle to the main reason why she chose to workout at the university; flirting with the college guys. Sweaty college boys were full of spunk, and they were fun! The frat parties and late-night study sessions where Alex offered blowjobs as a stress reliever gave her part of the university experience that she missed out on by deciding to pursue a music career. A decision that she was getting closer and closer to regretting by the day.

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The tigress stretched her arms over her head and twisted her torso around as she stood on the running track. Her paws pressed against the rubber surface as she swiped on the smartwatch on her wrist to start recording her workout. The watch chimed and beeped as it started a five-second countdown. The tigress spent those five seconds doing final warmups; she ran her fingers along the waistband of her black dolphin shorts, shook her wrists, and checked the hair band holding her ponytail in place. She took in a deep breath through her nose as her watch chimed again and she kicked off her run around the big track.

Cardio was her least favorite exercise to do, but it did help work up a sweat. A rule of running cardio that Alex learned the hard way was that it was important to pace yourself. If you put all your energy into a short burst where you are running incredibly fast, you’ll end up exhausted in a matter of minutes and end up walking the rest of the distance while you tried to catch your breath. Speed wasn’t everything if you weren’t racing against others or trying to break records. So Alex ran at a moderate pace that was considerably faster than a jog, but not quite a sprint. This allowed her to make laps around the track without feeling spent. As she inched closer to her seventh, she started to feel the burn, and with her runner’s high wearing off faster than a caffeine drop-off, she slowed down to be just barely faster than a jog.

“Fuck, I hate cardio,” the tigress mumbled to herself as she wiped beads of sweat off her forehead. She really did hate it but luckily for her, she only had three more laps to go before she met the cardio requirements that she set for herself, and if she kept at her current pace, she’d be done in under ten minutes. She glanced at the watch on her wrist as she ran, cautiously watching her heart rate and blood-oxygen levels and adjusting her breathing accordingly. Her paws pitter-pattered against the rubberized track and kicked up bits of sediment and dirt as she made her strides. Normally, she’d have music playing as it helped make cardio a little more fun, but she forgot her earbuds at home. At least the weather was nice and there were hot athletic boys for her to gawk at as she ran. 

While the local university was known for its football team, it also had what looked like a competitive frisbee team. Muscular dudes throwing around a disc and having a jolly good time doing so. Alex had never seen frisbee being played in any competitive manner before, so she was curious. She glanced to her left at the green grass field from time to time as she did her laps, watching as the group of around ten guys ran around trying to pass and catch the frisbee. Half of them wore shirts, while the other half were shirtless, which further caught Alex’s interest. She could be a simple girl like that sometimes; see shirtless hunky hotties; stare a little bit. 

It took her a little under ten minutes to finish her remaining laps and bring her total count to ten. Once she came to a stop, she placed her hands on her knees and took a moment to catch her breath. After catching up with her breathing, she stood up, wiped the back of her hand on her sweaty forehead, and let out a sigh of relief. She was tired, sweaty, and gross, but she wasn’t going to head home just yet. The tigress turned on her heels to look toward the center of the track at the frisbee game. She then walked toward the field of grass in the middle but stopped just shy of stepping on the grass and sat herself down on the edge of the track. Letting out another sigh, the tigress watched as the frisbee team continued their game. She had no idea what the rules were or how the game was played, but the shirtless dudes, hoo boy the shirtless dudes. As she watched, Alex couldn’t help but imagine what they smelled like; sweat, for sure, but what about inside their pants? What did their sweaty dicks smell like? She often got horny after a workout, it was annoying, but she heard it was true for a lot of guys, too. Maybe one of the shirtless frisbee players would feel the same way and they could come to a sort of agreement. The more she watched, the thirstier she became, why didn’t she bring her water bottle out of her car with her?

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“Dude! Next time when I say pass, pass!” grumbled one of the shirtless frisbee players, a maned wolf who was a little bit overdue for a trimming. He gently nudged his friend to which his comment was directed toward in the shoulder, a tiger guy who was at least several inches taller than him. The tiger rolled his eyes and brushed it off, “I did score, though. So I didn’t need to pass to you.” He replied, snarky, but it was just friendly dude banter. “Markus was a lot closer.”

“You always pass to Markus. It’s a team sport, Axl. If coach were here, he’d tell you the same thing.” The leggy continued, clearly, he was a bit miffed that the tiger was taking scores all for himself. But you didn’t become the best player on the team if you passed to every teammate who asked you to. “Sorry, man, I’ll try to pass to you next time. But if I see a chance for us to score, I am not going to ignore it. Coach would agree with me on that one.” The maned wolf shrugged him off and walked away to get into position. The shirtless team was just one point away from winning, and the faster the game was over, the faster they’d be able to stop practicing and enjoy the rest of their evening.

The team was coincidentally called “The Tigers”, and they were the team to beat at the university level. They hadn’t lost a championship in 12 years. And since Axl, the frisbee prodigy boy on an athletics scholarship joined the team, the odds of them ever losing that streak became close to zero.

Axl stretched his arms over his head, cracked his knuckles, and got into position. When the referee signaled for them to begin, he watched as the frisbee was thrown and started running toward it. Once he was sure he would be able to catch it, he jumped, caught it in his hand, and quickly looked around for a teammate that he could pass to. His maned wolf friend was right there, within passing distance, and was gesturing for him to do so. He threw the disc into the air in his direction and started running again, this time, running far in the direction of the defense team’s end zone. That’s when he whistled and gestured for his maned wolf friend to pass. He did, and the disc flew through the air at an insanely high speed. Axl watched the disc as it zoomed in his direction and he watched as defender after defender tried to intercept the frisbee as it inched closer and closer to him. Realizing that he hadn’t run far enough, the tiger started to further, closing the gap between him and the goal. His clawed paws dug into the grass as he leaped into the air to catch the frisbee. As he came crashing down to the effects of gravity, he stretched his feet forward in hopes he’d fall with his feet in the end zone and win the shirtless team the game. The next thing he knew, he was in the grass, feet in the endzone, and his shirtless teammates rushing toward him cheering like they had won the World Cup. Axl got up from the ground, shouted a celebratory cheer, and threw his hands out to the side, flinging the frisbee in his hand at a high speed toward the running track where Alex was sitting.

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Alex watched as they played. The one tiger fella caught her eye the most and she watched as he ran, jumped, and scored what looked like the final score for the practice session. When the shirtless guys started cheering Alex stood up and did a little cheer too. Just as she jumping up and down and clapping her hands, she heard a shout directed at her. “HEY TIGER GIRL!! INCOMING!” 

The striped feline turned around to see a frisbee flying through the air in her direction. She had half the mind to move out of the way but figured that catching the frisbee would be more impressive. She watched as it got closer and closer to her, her pupils dilating in the process, and when she was able to estimate where it would become low enough for her to catch, she ran, jumped, and caught the disc with one hand. All those times she played frisbee on the beach with friends and family had finally paid off. Who knew she would be using it to impress college boys? After catching the frisbee mid-air and landing back on her feet, Alex saw the tiger boy she had been eye-fucking earlier wave his hands in the air. 

“Nice catch!” Axl shouted.

Alex smiled and put all the strength that she had left over from her run to fling the frisbee back where it came from. She threw it into the air and watched as the shirtless tiger hunk caught it. 

“Thank you!” the shirtless tiger replied as he ran back to the rest of his team to wrap up practice. Once practice had wrapped, and the boys were splitting up to head their separate ways, Axl glanced over to where he last saw the tigress with the great throwing arm. Noticing that she was still there, he started jogging his way over to her with his shirt draped over his shoulder and a water bottle in his hand. Seeing him approach, Alex tried her best to play it cool, but as soon as she looked in his direction, it was like that scene from Baywatch where the lifeguards ran in slow motion into the water. She could see the individual beads of sweat dripping off of him as he jogged toward her, and the way he smiled when he saw she was looking at him made her want to suck his dick right then and there until he couldn’t walk anymore. 

“Hey there! Couldn’t help but notice you watching us practice.” Said Axl as he came to a stop just a few feet from the tiger gal. “I’m Axl.” He extended a hand out to her with a wide and toothy smile spread across his face. Alex couldn’t stop looking at Axl’s bare chest, and when he got closer to her she could smell his sweat and musk that radiated off of him. Her nose wiggled and danced very obviously as he introduced himself and she really did try her best not to make it too obvious that she was smelling him up and checking him out, but with how good he smelled and hot he was without his shirt on, it was a lot harder than you’d think.   

“Hey! Yeah, saw you guys playing as I was doing my cardio. Are you guys playing competitive frisbee?” The tigress asked before she took Axl’s hand and shook it firmly. “I’m Alex, nice to meet you!” she smiled. Her nose’s wiggling and dancing lessened as his scent became strong enough that she didn’t have to sniff too hard to get her fix. 

Axl wasn’t an idiot, when he saw the tigress’s nose doing what it did, he knew she was smelling him. In a weird way, he liked it, but it did make him slightly self-conscious about whether or not he had body odor. But judging from how she was smiling and continuously sniffing, He knew she was checking him out, which he also didn’t mind because she was just his type. A tiger, athletic, brown hair, green eyes, a nice ass, and a nice rack; what wasn’t to like? 

“Ultimate Frisbee,” Axl corrected her. “Nice to meet you, Alex! Do you go here, too? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” he shook Alex’s hand and gave it a nice squeeze before letting go. He, too, had a wee bit of trouble keeping his nose from wiggling and his eyes from wandering. The athleticwear Alex was in clung to her figure like saran wrap and left just the color and fur pattern to the imagination. He found himself talking to her chest for a few seconds before he caught himself and pulled his gaze back up to her eyes.

Alex shook her head, “Oh, no, no, I don’t study here, I just come here to work out. It’s a nice track.” She smiled wide and placed her hands on her hips. “And to sometimes look at hot college guys.” The tiger added and stuck her tongue out teasingly.

Axel nodded his head. “Oh, right, right, that explains why I haven’t seen you around before. You know, our university’s team is called the ‘Tigers’ but we don’t really have that many tiger students, funny right?” He let out a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of his head. His eyes were darting between her face and her chest a lot more than was appropriate. Post-exercise horniness was kicking in for him, too.

“You do know we are considered an endangered species, right? That’s probably why there aren’t so many tiger students.” Alex said with a chuckle. She had a very lame pickup line in her head that made her smirk when she thought of it; “We should work together to repopulate, that’ll fix it.” She smiled at Axl, but her smile faded just a tiny bit when she saw the look on her new friend’s face shift into one of surprise. That’s when she realized that she didn’t just think it, but she also said it aloud. To remedy the situation, Alex had to think fast. After a few seconds of somewhat awkward silence between them, she slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of her dolphin shorts and pulled them down; flashing her pussy for him to have a nice look. As her athleticwear slipped down her thighs, a string of her pussy juice stretched from her lips to her panties. Clear, sticky, and rather viscous, it reflected the evening sunlight and caught Axl’s eye. 

It didn’t take much for hormonal college guys to get hard, but seeing the tigress that he just met flash her pussy for him made him hard as diamonds in a matter of seconds. His dick pressed out against the restraints of his shorts and tented them out, and Alex’s eyes dropped down in the same way that Axl’s dropped to her pussy. The tiger boy couldn’t help but lick his lips and brought his eyes back up to meet Alex’s, as hard as that was to do. He sniffed the air intensively, trying to catch a whiff of that tiger pussy that was right in front of him. 

“So, what do you say? We head back to your dorm, and mess around a bit? Or we could use the locker room… If you’d like…” the tigress put a hand on her hip and cooed. She gave him a look that he’d only seen in porn and it made his heart thump in his chest harder than when he was playing ultimate, even. He turned his head in the direction of the locker room, then the other way to where his dorm was, and finally back to look at Alex’s dripping wet pussy. He bit his lip, looked back up at her, and nodded while nudging his head in the direction of the locker room. It was a lot closer, which meant he would get into that tiger pussy a lot faster. Not that he planned to be in and out so quickly, he planned to take a nice and long dip in that pus-sea. 

“Okay,” Alex replied. “Lead the way, tiger.”

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