After the Game (Patreon)

[It is soon after the end of the game. A black cat of athletic build, called Lenard, is sitting on a bench, drinking some water. He gets up when he sees someone coming at him - an otter of particularly large build, shirtless. It's his teammate, Collin, who already doffed his shirt. Collin wasn't much of a shirt guy, and few could blame him. Next to eachother, the average-sized cat shrunk compared to the hulkish physique of his friend. Honestly, Lenard felt admiration for Collin. More than that.]

"How'd ya like it, dude?" [Collin asks]

"Awesome game, big boy." [The cat responds, fistbumping the otter]

"Thanks, lil' man. Nice passes!"

"Just wanted to help you as much as I could. That's my job, after all~

"Fuck, Lenard. At least fucking try hiding your lust for my huge striker cock. Have some self-respect~"

"Haha~... Hey, credit or credit is due. Bro, you could demolish a brick wall with some of your shots."

"Some?~"

"Alright, fine. ANY of your shots. ...Getting the ball under your feet is like arming a fucking artillery cannon. And your shots are just as scary."

[The otter smirks, content with the praise] "Artillery cannon, eh?" [Collin stretches one of his legs, flexing it with pride] "Chyeah, I suppose so. Not even a bit tired, either..." [and strikes a side triceps pose, focusing on keeping the legs tense and bulging] "Gotta find a trash can to flatten between those thighs later, I think~"

"...can I watch?"

"Yeah. And you can jerk off to it too, like I know you want~" [Collin slaps Lenard on the back]

"F-fuck..."

"With ONE condition!" [Collin tilts his head sideways while putting his arms behind his head, flashing a disarming smile to Lenard] "Let's grab a snack. And you pay the bill. Is that alright?"

[Lenard winces. Knowing how much Collin ate, he knew this would open a hole in his wallet even bigger than that "10 bucks for every goal I score" bet they made one day]

"Fuck, dude... you'll make me go broke!!"

[Collin chuckles] "Big boys gotta eat, lil' man~"

"And how many calories you intend on taking for this meal, might I ask?"

"Mmmm... About 2500 kcals sounds right."

"Christ. That's more than a man eats in a DAY. Pig."

[Collin takes a few steps forward towards Lenard, flaring his arms and looking down on the cat] "It's more than manlets like [b]you[/b] eat in a day, kitty~" [Lenard gulps, heart racing. God, he said 'kitty'...] "But I ain't no manlet, am I?" [Collin casually wraps his humongous leg around Lenard's, thighs rubbing against his waist, while he grabs the cat's arm and effortlessly forces it down, rubbing it against his steel thigh] "Nah, I'm a motherfucking artillery cannon... and I need looots of fuel..."

[Lenard's blushing was uncontrollable at this point, as was his boner] "FUCK!!! OKAY!!! Okay, I'll pay!!" [Collin let go of Lenard, who yanked his arm back and started rubbing it. The otter barely gripped, and yet those mammoth hands still squeezed his forearm like a tube of toothpaste. It was painful, but also arousing] "Fuck, Collin..."

"What?"

"..."

[Both smiled]

Whew! Finally. A pic based on this one https://www.furaffinity.net/view/24541999/, showing the beefcake otter (whose name is now Collin) with his friend/teammate/gawker Lenard. Had fun with this pic, especially the foot/sandal comparison~