Life is Futa Chapter 20

It’s time.

Max smiles to herself as she has the thought. She makes a lot of time jokes in her head that nobody else can ever understand. Or maybe joke isn’t the right word. She shakes her head and focuses as the whistle is blown for Friday’s game against Blue Team.

Through trial and error and a combination of showing off in practice and saying the right things to Tiff, she’s managed to get herself moved to the midfield. Here, she has a much higher probability of getting to support the offense and getting noticed. It took a lot of rewinding to get moved, but there can’t be any rewinding in this game. Max is becoming increasingly comfortable with spicy behavior when clothes are off, but sports have to stay pure.

“Geh!” she squawks as Adella promptly runs her over. She spits dirt out. “Wowzer,” she mutters dazedly, then finds herself pulled to her feet by both arms. Riley’s on one side and Lara’s on the other.

“You OK?” they ask in unison.

Then there are four of them. Max’s eyes uncross.

“I’m good,” she says.

She’s not. That was scary and painful. Nothing’s broken, but yikes. Max is having serious second thoughts about this whole standing out and getting the spotlight thing. She wants nothing to do with Adella, but Adella follows the ball, and if Max wants to make something happen, she too must follow the ball. It all seems so obvious now.

But she has a job to do, and the midfield is hot in this game.

The chance doesn’t come. There’s no miracle pass and no freak moment where she’s in the right place at the right time. Aki, somehow, manages to be in the right place at the right time. She scores all three of Pink Team’s goals. It probably has something to do with being the only attacker on the team with a functioning brain. Max likes Riley. Respects Riley. Has a bit of a crush on her. And so on. But Max isn’t kidding herself: Riley’s no PhD candidate.

Then it happens. Down by one, Adella is ****. One of her teammates has the ball and doesn’t see her, but Adella’s determined to be a part of the final push. Like a villain from the X-Men, she tears down the field as an unstoppable **** of **** and destruction.

Max knows what she has to do. It won’t get her the spotlight. It won’t get her anything. But it might prevent someone else from getting injured.

To her credit, Adella at least tries to correct course, but she’s not nimble enough to dodge Max’s suicide run. They collide hard enough that Max feels everyone in the stands wince as she’s sent flying.