A locker room celebration

As the MVP of the match you were the one who were held behind the longest for interviews, but soon enough you were also able to head for the locker room. One might wonder why locker rooms were still a thing in a world when anyone can get changed with the press of a button, but as you neared the door to it, it was clear that they had been adopted for a new purpose.

A choir of sensual moans, grunts and screams eminated from the door to the locker room, accompanied by wet slapping sounds in steady rhythms, growing ever louder the closer you got. When you stood in front of it you braced yourself, gripped the handle and opened it. A cascade of sex noises and bodily smells washed over you as you entered. A full blown orgy was taking place in front of you, featuring all of your teammates plus all of the bunnygirl cheerleaders from the half-time show who clearly had not had enough from earlier in the tunnel.

At the center of it all Vanessa was pulling on the ears of a bent over bunnygirl as she violently fucked her from behind, causing the girls cock to shake back and forth, spraying cum everywhere.

"There she is!", Vanessa yelled over the noise, turning towards you but maintaining her rhythmic thrusting into the bunnygirl, "Miss MVP, once again!". At once everyone turned their attention in your direction and the sex noises seized for a split second, only to be replaced by cheers and applause as the orgy continued. You smiled, accepting praise from your teammates as you passed them, high fiving and fist bumping your way to your locker. You thanked the girl who passed you the ball earlier for her assist but she had her face stuffed with bunny cock so you weren't sure if she heard you.

One girl had been pushed into her locker with only her ass sticking out, cum steadily leaking from her pussy, while another girl was on the floor, taking a cock balls deep in all of her holes, even the ears! A few times you had to dodge a rogue splatter of cum shooting in your direction, but thanks to your athlete reflexes you were able to reach your locker unscathed. With the orgy on full blast behind you, you began undressing, removing your studded soccer boots and socks along with the shin guards and getting to scratch your previously confined calves, then pulling down your shorts and underwear, taking off your jersey and finally getting to unzip the struggling sports bra. Your tits sprung out violently as you removed the bra and then jiggled before settling into place on your chest.

You let out a sigh of relief as your unruly body was freed from its fabric prison. Everyone knew better than to approach you, well everyone except Vanessa, but she was busy taking the cock of the same bunnygirl she was fucking earlier. Still, as you turned around, ready for the shower, you noticed several eyes plastered on your body, most of which quickly darted away, pretending to be focused on the orgy, while the rest closely followed you as you walked towards the shower room, closely analyzing every jiggle in your tits and ass with every step you took. You didn't let it bother you. The attention and constant nagging would arguably have been worse if you refused to show off your body.

Showering was yet another thing made obsolete by the simulation, but many people still enjoyed doing it for its relaxing effect, among them you. The powerful warm jets of water massaged your sore and tired body and made their way into every crevice, behind every curve. The sound just about drowned out the noises coming from the other room, allowing you a moment to analyze the game and what you could've done better. Well, learning to expect your mom's tits at any moment for one, but that wasn't exactly easy to train for. For now you would just let the water wash over you. Surely this must be better than sex.

After a solid 15 minutes in the shower you wrapped yourself in a towel and headed back out into the locker room. The orgy was starting to slow down, having devolved into a make-out party in a puddle of semen that just kept increasing in size as cum continuously leaked from everyone's holes. Only a few people were making sensual love, slowly trusting into each other in missionary or spooning positions while making out.

Art by Twrlare

Only a few people paid you any attention as you returned to your locker. From a holographic menu inside you summoned a pair of underwear, socks and another sports bra, as well as a pair of loose sweatpants, a matching zip-up hoodie and a pair of sneakers. You put them on and disposed of your old clothes and towel into the ether before heading on your way, leaving your cum drunk teammates and the cheerleaders behind.