FP Chapter 5

Behaving is a little cumbersome… but it’s not without its moments. It’s like Lara predicted: sneaking horny in around the edges can be fun.

Even in the cabin, even right in front of Carly, like when you’ve got Sheva flat on her belly on the floor and you’re straddling her. Carly just sees you giving your player a shoulder rub, but Sheva’s feeling your erection tight against her firm booty while she receives that massage. You know that she’s headed for the showers afterward.

Carly just sees you brushing Max’s hair, and Max blushing for some reason. She can’t hear what you’re whispering in Max’s ear.

You can even keep teasing Lara, like when you tell her to give you the same massage that you gave Sheva. Her teeth grind as she rubs your shoulders, pressed up against your rear end. If Carly wasn’t ten feet away, brushing Rebecca’s hair, Lara would’ve been dry-humping you.

The trouble is that all the teasing creates buildup, but with fewer opportunities to release. It always feels like Carly’s around, watching everyone at once. During the week, you manage to steal a moment with Ela in a locked yoga room. Pounding her from behind until she screams into your hand while you pump an extra thick load into her ass helps, but you still chafe under the watchful eye of Carly, Holly, and Dolly.

You consider using your authority as captain to send Carly on stupid errands to buy your team a moment of peace here and there, but you choose not to. You don’t hesitate to give your team orders relating directly to soccer, and you give plenty of orders when they’re coming to you for some domination, but outside of that, you try not to. You’ve heard that some of the other captains are pretty bossy and **** that privilege, and you don’t want to be like that.

And Carly? It’s even more annoying because she’s no less horny than anyone else. You’ve caught her checking out Viti, of all people. And Sun was in the bathroom, perched on a sink, shaving herself very explicitly… as she always does, and Carly’s eyes almost popped out of her head. She’s even looked at you when you were showering as a team.

But you get it. She’s here to do a job. The problem is that job isn’t winning Friday’s game. It’s a tough week. Even though fooling around and domming your team would normally keep you up late every night, the week still feels more tiring than usual.

On Friday, everyone is ready. It’s not even about doing horny things, it’s about getting away from Carly and these nosy health consultants. Everyone is focused on one thing: getting to the Lodge.

You’re up against Blue Team. That’s a bad matchup for you. Your defense struggles against Adella’s attacks, and you have had trouble going up against Ingrid all season. You have a plan, though. You and Lara will cause trouble and Aki will do the shooting. Meanwhile, Elena will do her best to push back against Adella’s bullying. It’s your only chance.

Like all FUTA games, it’s bruising from the first whistle. You’re thrown to the ground before the first minute is over, and the same thing happens to Lara a minute later. Beth and Duni are unbelievably fast, and they stick to you like glue.

But things don’t get really bad until Adella ruthlessly runs Rebecca over. She takes a card for it, but the damage is done. Rebecca’s out, and Carly is subbed in to take her place.

Carly knows how to play soccer, but third graders know how to play soccer; it doesn’t mean that they’re ready for FUTA. And Carly’s performance this week has been… lackluster.

Lili and Max will have to handle Adella together. Carly will be in charge of fending off Hana, who is no joke.

Surprising no one, Hana scores a minute later.

You and Lara run your play and it works. Aki gets one in. With the score tied, it’s a slog of a game with you almost wholly focused on defense.

Sore, exhausted, and dripping with sweat, you honestly are a little surprised that your plan worked. You ended with the game tied; it’ll have to be decided by a shootout. Adella has the advantage during the match… no doubt about that, especially with Carly on the field.

But in a shootout, you have the advantage. You’re good, Lara is good, and Aki is a sniper that can put the ball in an upper corner without breaking a sweat.

But on Blue Team? Adella has power, but not precision. Hana has precision, but not power. And Olga’s good at a lot of things, but shots on goal isn’t one of them.

You stalled it out long enough to take back the upper hand. As you take your places, Lara catches your eye. She’s thinking the same thing that you are. This is the third match of the day, the final one. It’s dark, but the big lights shine down on the field. The stands are full. It’s not the same as a packed stadium, but it’s full of life and noise. This was a white-knuckle game. The producers will be pleased no matter how it ends.

Duni and Jill join Blue Team’s attackers to be their five shooters.

You call up Max and Elena.

Adella shoots on Viti and gets it in.

You see Tiff biting her nails.

You’re up. Miranda looks worried, and she should be. You take your shot, but she gets her fist there just in time. The ball glances off and misses. It wasn’t a bad shot, but it was a great save.

Viti stops Hana’s shot.

Aki easily scores on Miranda.

Jill makes a picture-perfect goal on Viti, who is exhausted. She’s stopped at least six shots from Adella throughout the match, and four from Hana.

Max, somehow, sneaks it past Miranda. You blink and rub your eyes, but that just happened. Max has zero power, and she never looks very coordinated, but she doesn’t make mistakes. It’s why you chose her.

You’re tied.

Viti stops Duni’s shot, barely.

Miranda blocks Elena’s, but she’ll have a bruise.

Viti stops Olga’s, but tumbles to the ground. You see the way she favors her right foot when she gets up. This is bad. She’s tired, and she might have a sprain. If you have to go to another five, you will have to make an impossible decision: swap out Viti, or keep her in—but in that condition?

Lara takes her place and gets ready. She steps back, then goes for it. Miranda dives and gets it, but not solidly enough. The shot still makes it in.

You manage not to tear off your jersey, but you jump and shriek along with everyone else before rushing onto the field and jumping into Lara’s arms. The team crowds around as though this was the world cup. It felt like it was. The crowd loves it, and Moxxi and Lulu are popping off. You hear Dolly’s voice in there too.

You get off the field for a drink of water with the team and Tiff before you have to line up and march back out there. You savor the look that Adella gives you as you go through the school soccer ritual of shaking hands after the match.

Now you have to see who’s the MVP. Winning the game was your priority, but now you’re so full of elation and relief that you can think about other things. You’ve easily kept your position as captain for the past few weeks, but that’s not a sure thing this time around.

Lara’s game-winning shot and her good performance during the match make her a contender. Viti is also a contender; her plays weren’t as flashy, but her stats for this game will be absolutely ridiculous.

And it might be you. You booked it up and down the field more times in this match than in your last two combined, and you took some truly brutal hits from Adella. In the past, they’ve favored the sitting captain on the winning team, but maybe it’s finally Lara’s turn.

They’re settling the crowd down, and Moxxi, Lulu, and Dolly are emerging from the commentators’ tent. Cameras are everywhere.

“The torch is passed, Lulu,” Moxxi says into her mic. “Our new judge, Dolly, is going to make her decision.”

“Big consequences here,” Lulu replies excitedly. “Lots of implications with any changes to team makeup at this stage of the season.”

Dolly’s starting with Pink Team, and she… walks past you, stopping a few feet down. You knew it. You don’t even care how it will play with you as dom. Lara earned it, and you are just so glad to have won. Going to loser camp with Carly would just be… ugh.

Dolly wears a big smile to go with her cute dress as she lifts her finger to point at Lara… then suddenly snaps it to the girl just to the right of her.

“Carly! You’re Pink Team’s MVP!” she announces grandly.

Your jaw drops open, and the noise of the crowd disappears as several seconds of stunned silence go by.

“Congratulations!” Dolly goes on.

“Oh my gosh!” Carly replies, jumping excitedly.

“What the actual fuck?” Max says beside you.