You are first out

Marty pushes you behind him as he darts towards the balls. You don't want to end up fucked, or worse, by half the class, so have no problem taking his lead. As he steps forward, you notice, for the first time, his lithe shape and momentarily feel a twinge of arousal. He certainly isn't what you normally go for in a guy, but he is, you think to yourself, very cute. Unfortunately for you, in your moment of distraction, a ball comes flying over his shoulder. He reaches out to grab it as you step to the side. The ball bounces off his fingertips, changing the angle to strike you squarely in the chest. "Out," yells the hyena PE teacher.

You hesitate for a moment, unable to process that it had been less than five seconds, and you were already out. As you slink off the court, you notice the looks of several herbivores who were also picked on. They had a look of relief on their faces. They weren't going to be at the mercy of the winning team.

The game was quick. Marty was furious in his ****, dodging balls and striking squarely against his foes. You hoped that if his team won, he would protect you but didn't hold out much hope for that. As the game went on, the preditors became more aggressive, caught up in the game, in the hunt.

You sat at the sideline watching in sick arousal. You wanted to be at Marty's mercy. You wanted to be his, you couldn't explain it, but something about him drew you.

The tiger managed to dive under a ball and scoop another up with his claws, in one smooth motion he flicked it in the direction of a female cheeter, it hadn't really occurred to you up until this point but everyone else was naked. The cheeter's small furred breasts were obviously very firm, hardly bouncing as she tried to duck out of the road. The ball caught her in the shoulder and she growled with annoyance.

There were only three left in the game, Marty and two on the other side. Marty held a ball ready, waiting for the opportunity as the other two started to circle him. The mained wolf was the first to act, throwing the ball wide to try and get it into the hands of his teammate the colourful bird grabbed it from the air with ease as Matry threw his ball at the mained wolf. The wolf couldn't get out of the road and was struck with Marty's ball, but the bird let lose her own ball.

Marty spun in mid-air and reached for the ball. You hold your breath hoping Marty can prevail.