Neve tries her luck in the sport´s bar

“S-sorry for interrupting, can I… errr,” Neve spotted the backdoor. It was next to the bathroom. All she needed to do was go across the bar and then reach the alley behind it. “Can I use the bathroom?” She tried to tiptoe around the bartender, but the other patrons formed a wall in front of her.

“No, you can’t.”

“Ah, may I ask w-why?”

“Like you don’t know. Not only does your team cheat their way out of the qualifiers, but you have the gall to come here and mock us?”

“You gloating sunofabitch.”

The temperature in the room turned glacial. Neve took a step back but collided with two more angry women. W-why were they so mad? What had Neve done? All she did was walk into the bar wearing a …menu.

Of course, that was it. While she wasn’t looking, the menu changed into something else. Neve was now wearing a crude crayon drawing of a red sports team playing soccer with the apparently decapitated head of their rivals. Slurs too raunchy to be read in polite company adorned the rest of the sign, mocking the losing team and its players.

“S-sorry about this, girls. I-I just lost a bet! That’s why I’m wearing this ridiculous thing. Hehe. Go Jerseys!” Neve quickly pulled the sign over her shoulders and tossed it at the ground to try and avoid a beat down. To her surprise, the words "Fuck the Jerseys" were boldly written over her stomach. “Godamnit.”

“I think we ought to teach this flunky a lesson, girls.” The blonde bartender suggested. The rest of the bar quickly circled a scared Neve.

“C-can we talk about-Eww!” One of the girls had gone ahead and emptied her beer mug on Neve’s head, the liquid drenched her hair and dripped down the rest of her body. Great, now she was sticky and reeked of ****.

“Haha, you got me, girls, now can I go-wait, what are you-ouch!” The bartender had grabbed Neve’s wrists and put them behind her back. She pushed the naked, olive-skinned beauty over a table.

“Girls! Bring me some rope and a marker.”

“Ah! Please don’t!”

“Have fun.” With a mocking handwave, Neve got tossed outside the sport’s bar. Her eyes went wide open, and she tried to go back in, but the door was closed in her face.

“W-wait, you can’t toss me out like this!” Neve jumped from feet to feet, anxiously hoping that the girls inside would take pity and open the door, her bell necklace ringing with every jump. While being with those girls was awful, being out in the open was even worse.

“Wow, look at that girl.”

“Must have lost a bet.”

“No, I bet she is a pervert.”

“Or a drunk, she reeks of beer.”

“Maybe it’s all of the above?”

Yep, she was calling more attention than before. Being naked was bad enough, but this? “Eeep! What the hell?!” A passing skateboarded was quick to spank Neve’s lovely behind.

“What? I’m a Jersey’s fan!” he excused himself.

Ok, the door was going to remain closed, and she shouldn’t stay there in the middle of the sidewalk. Nothing to do but grit her teeth and try to make her way home… as she was. The sport’s bar had been courteous enough to lend Neve a couple of cat ears and a collar but nothing more. She was still pretty much naked.

If only that was the only thing they did... For starters, they thoroughly scrubbed Neve’s anti-Jersey graffiti to replace it with their own. Below Neve’s breasts, they had written "Honk if you think the Jerseys are better than the Shorts". Her backside had something similar, "Spank me if you want the Jerseys to become champions."

Needless to say, all the girls in the sports bar were Jersey fans eager to show their support for their favorite team… Ugh, Neve’s behind was quite a bit sore already, and they didn’t need to pinch her nipples! That’s not how you “honk”…

On her stomach, the words, "I’m a stupid Shorts fan, and I support cheating." were also written down so that no self-respecting Jersey fan would take pity on her. To make matters worse, they had tied Neve’s hands behind her back, so it’s not like she could hide the graffiti … or her breasts, butt, or anything else.

Talk about embarrassing… but at least Neve didn’t expect to cross paths with more Jersey fans on the way home, and she was mercifully only a couple of blocks away... That is what she thought until she turned the corner and her jaw dropped. The street was packed with angry-looking hooligans, most of them wearing a striped blue shirt with the name “Jerseys” emblazoned on the back.

Right, it was the crowd from the stadium. Most of them had already dispersed, but what remained was still a veritable army. Well, at least the woman’s football league was picking up in popularity…

If she acted fast, no one would notice her, right? Neve took one step into the block, her bell ringed and-

“Look at that Shorts loving loser!”

“Spank if you want the Jerseys to become champions? Hell yeah!”

“Whooo!”

“Let’s get the Jerseys to the final’s, everyone!”

“W-w-wait! Ouch! Ow! E-excuse me! Ouch! Passing through-Hey, no pinching! Eeek!”

Five steps in and Neve had already been spanked twice as much and honked thrice. The naked beauty looked up and regretted it immediately. It seemed like most of the block was rushing towards her to show support for their favorite team.

Neve’s heart all but stopped. It was going to be a grueling last stretch home.