Definitely Not Scripted

An original story commissioned by Dr. Allegedly, written by [MtG-Ti] Hoss,

Jesus H. Christ, your school had turned into a total fucking warzone ever since the
freshman track stars went public!
It didn’t seem like all that big a deal to you that they were dating, but the rumour mill went
into hyperdrive making it sound like the only reason the two of them were even on the
Olympic track in the first place was because they were going out with each other…!
You didn’t know the guy or the girl — not all humans knew each other, after all, even if you
were both part of the incredibly small handful of humans that went to your particular school
— but you damn well knew how hard they’d both worked to smash the competition!
It was beyond obvious if you spent any amount of time talking to them, probably, but you
knew it cause you saw them running laps all the damn time! You could almost set your
watch to their practice sessions with the way those two were always running!
Laps when you got to school in the morning — especially when you were running late,
too, which was often — even more laps in the afternoon when you decided to head home,
and then strength training at least three days a week in the school’s gym, which just so
happened to be your home away from home. Hell, with everyone talking about them so
damn much, you could’ve sworn you were starting to see them out of the corner of your
eye even when you weren’t on campus!
With all the work they’d put in — and they were still putting in, day in and day out — it
absolutely turned your stomach just knowing what people were implying about their
probably entirely normal and most certainly private relationship…
Just goes to show no one cares about the success story unless and until you are
successful. Doesn’t matter how many times you fail if you come out on top, and if you
don’t, it matters even less…
Whatever, the Uni gave them and any other interspecies athletic couple — jeeze, what a
mouthful — their fullest blessing in hopes of being able to say that at least two Olympic
gold medalists went to school there, which really just meant it was open fucking
season…
Heh.
Single, unattached human guys were dropping like flies, getting snatched up over and
over again by any and every girl with any athletic hopes or dreams whatsoever! Not that
there were that many of you to begin with — and plenty of girls started hunting off
campus — but news travelled fast and it was more convenient to throw a cute human over
your shoulder on your way to the cafeteria if you could!
So far, you’d heard about a panda-girl — a table tennis prodigy, apparently — showing off
her, uh, ping-pong ball skills and nabbing exactly the kind of guy you’d expect to play
and watch ping-pong tournaments; the entire fucking badger-girl basketball team
sharing one exhausted — we’re talking on death’s door 24/7 — but absolutely fucking
ECSTATIC looking guy; some kinda artistic gymnastics antelope that snagged herself a
man by showing off just how flexible she was as she gymnastics’d her way over to him
from across the quad and put one foot in front of the other after literally bending it over
her head, the meanest looking bare-knuckle bear-girl boxer you didn’t want to say no to if
you wanted to keep all your teeth, or keep living, but who was actually sweeter than the
honey she guzzled like water; a skulk — yes, that’s what it’s called — of near-identical
vixens that made up the school’s volleyball team and operated like such a well-oiled
machine they might as well have been clones; all the otters on the swim team; a diving
duck; a figure-skating flamingo; and finally, a kangaroo who did karate and a jaguar who
did judo…
Christ, you didn’t even realise you had that many humans on campus, but the even
crazier part was that the rumours seemed to be a little true! Every anthro girl who
snagged herself a human went waaaaaaaaaay up in the rankings of her particular sport,
humans were coveted and protected like crystal-fucking-meth, and the changing rooms
smelled like—
Well, it wasn’t too hard to guess when everyone involved wobbled off with shaky legs after
locking the door for a few minutes and then didn’t fucking bother to clean up after
themselves, leaving behind a disgusting liquid mess for someone else to take care of…
…Which usually did end up happening, and a little too often for you to ignore for that
matter, since you were the one that ended up mopping the sticky mess off the floor if
some eager beaver (sometimes literally) didn’t get there first and rush off with a sports
bottle full of something you’d rather not think of…
ICK!
Just remembering some of the crime scenes you came across gave you goosebumps!
…Anyway, things got blown out of proportion again once the results started rolling in, but
no one bothered to try and figure out why anthro athletes were suddenly doing so much
better when the headline ‘humans as a controlled substance’ sold better.
Maybe athletes who weren’t under as much stress just performed better? A supportive
significant other covered that base pretty damn well. Maybe getting their rocks off cleared
their heads? Or gave them something to look forward to afterwards? Knowing that you
had a certain something-something waiting for you after the podium — maybe
especially if you made the podium — could motivate people to do all kinds of things!
Who could say? Certainly not you. As long as they weren’t doing anything illegal, what
did it matter? Sports were all about your state of mind anyway, so having a girlfriend —
not that you had ever had had one — waiting for you with flowers or a kiss or—
…Better to stop that train of thought before it left the station. Who’d ever want to go out
with you, anyway, human or anthro?
Not that you were ugly — at least, you didn’t think so — but years and years of wrestling
and powerlifting left you as big as a bear and strong as an ox with the looks of… some
kind of fusion of the two… That, or the missing link between Neanderthals and humans,
maybe…
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah…
You weren’t exactly pretty at any point before, during, or after you started your long and
lonely road to where you currently ended up, but at least you had the muscle to stop cocky
motherfuckers from picking on you and your friends! Bullies couldn’t afford the insurance
hike if you pulled a Street Fighter II on their cars.
Heh… You’d only had to do that once to get the message across.
St-Still, it’d be n-nice to have that k-kind of attention… A cute anthro girl fawning over you,
rubbing her soft, silky fur against your arm or wrapping you in her tail~?
A man could dream…

Wiping the drool from your chin, thinking about a fluffy tail and getting to breathe in the
fluffy particles whenever you wanted reminded you of one of your buddies’ sisters…
Step-sister…? It was foggy, you kinda recall a viper you met waaaaaaaaaay back when
who seemed to have something of a speech impediment…
Poor thing never could get a full word out on the first try, stuttering up a storm whenever
you were around, but she’d seemed like a really nice, sweet kid. You’d played with her
and her brother as kids, and you remember being really fascinated with her scales for one
reason or another…
Even though you couldn’t really remember her name or her face, you distinctly remember
her letting you hold her tail and stare into the patterns of her awe-inspiring, silky smooth,
and unbelievably soft all-natural scale mail armour…
If you tried to remember hard enough, you could almost feel the cool skin underneath your
young fingertips, but it’d been years and years and years since then… Weird, you could
only remember him having a younger brother, too. Nathan, or something like that…?
Went to a different school from you not too far away, probably got into wrestling too since
your bud was always asking you for tips and stuff he could pass on, but you hadn’t met
him in ages.
Now he was a nice kid too, and definitely not a figment of your adolescent imagination!
You’d played together for a decent chunk of your childhood and probably got into real,
athletic wrestling because of him. Not that you couldn’t pull off some face makeup and a
shiny leotard or tight pair of shorts, but the Greco-Roman stuff always felt more genuine.
Oh, and speaking of snakes, you wouldn’t have made it as far as you did if you hadn’t
practised getting out of a snake’s coil! Their legs were always just too damn strong right
up until the beginning of the year when you finally cracked the code after an embarrassing
loss and found a sure-fire way to win the large majority of matches against any snake you
were pitted against.
Gosh, you were confusing yourself now… You could’ve sworn he only had one sibling,
but hoped they were both doing well and—
BANG!
The locker room’s doors were nearly blown off their hinges as someone or something
burst through them. You suspected it was a someone because of the loud
hisssssssssssssing since, if it were a gas leak, you’d be unconscious already and—
“It’s Nat, NAT! Short for NATASHA, not NATHAN!”
Huh? Oh yeah, that sounded right! So he really did have a sister and not a brother! you
thought to yourself right before doing a triple-take and laying your eyes on the smoothest,
most beautiful looking girl in the whole wide world with the absolute biggest—
“It was ME, Inco! I was the last one to beat you, so that means right here, right now,
you’re MINE!” Nat (apparently) hissed out in a cute as all hell voice that brought you right
back to your youth.
—hood you’d ever seen. Seemed like she’d gotten over her speech impediment too...
Good for her!
“I DID, THANKS FOR NOTICING~!” she hissed out with a blush while steadily advancing
towards you, stripping off her already too-small clothes...
Oh, it sounded like you said the thinking part out loud again.
“YOU DID, BUT IT’S REALLY CUTE WHEN YOU DO! Gaaaaaaaaaagh~! Do you have
any idea how hard I had to beg my brother to run interference on you so no one got to you
before I did!? So I could make sure you’d be MINE when the day finally came that I could
make a pass at you without people looking at me like I’m some kind of FREAK!?
“Do you have ANY idea how old I’ll be when I finally get to stop having to do his laundry,
or take out the garbage, or wash the dishes, or—!?”
…Sounded like she really cared about keeping you single. Which would normally be a
huge red flag, but she was probably going somewhere with all this.
“I AM! IT’S REMATCH TIME, BABY~! If I win, YOU marry ME, and if YOU win, I marry
YOU~! Those are the rules of the jungle! Survival of the fittest! Might makes right! To
the VICTOR go the SPOILS until DEATH do us PART, AMEN!”
The way her hood softened and trembled as she hyperventilated and her tongue darted
out to taste the air was the cutest fucking thing you’d ever seen.
Yeah, you could live with those terms. She’d been a hazy figment of a memory up until
about five minutes ago, but she was cute, and the right kind of aggressive that made you
tent your pants, and she’d let you touch her tail when you were both kids, so you wouldn’t
mind marrying her now…
“Is that all it takes!? Touching a girl’s tail!?”
Well, she was a pretty good wrestler, too, if she managed to beat you before. Not that
she’d be able to do it again, but you liked that in a girl. Oh, and she seemed to like you
already, which made things a lot easier…
“Why do I fucking LOVE how fucking STUPID you are sometimes~!? Get over here
and WRESTLE WITH ME you stupid, sexy, lovable HUNK OF ROCK FOR BRAINS!”
Now she just wasn’t making sense… Why was she taking off her—?
OH, was all that went through your mind as Nat’s tits came into full view, her tiny top
thrown aside and her beautiful bosom heaving and bouncing as she ranted and raged at
you. Her nipples were hardening by the second, and looked so perfectly biteable and
suckable that you couldn’t stop yourself from walking over and palming the hand-filling
orbs.
More than hand-filling actually, and you had pretty big hands… Ay caramba!
Your lips were drawn to the milky-white nubs all on their own, Natasha’s sudden moan
paired with her sharp nails digging into the back of your head the only other thing you
could sense as you tasted her.
Sweat, frustration, love? Yeah, there was some love in there too… The silky-smooth
scales tickled your tongue ever so slightly, and despite her presumably cold-blooded
nature (did anthro snakes work that way too?) she was warm.
To the touch, to you as she whispered both raunchy curses and heartfelt praise in your
ear, and to your soul as your hearts beat in time together and intertwined your celestial
strings so that—
“Shut up and FUCK ME ALREADY~!”
Oh… Were you thinking out loud again…?
“I forfeit, so YOU get to marry ME and fill MY womb with YOUR CUM!”
Did… Did anthro boys have wombs too…?
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh~❤!” Nat screamed at the top of her lungs as she looked
into your vacant eyes and you clamped your lips around her other nipple this time.
That had to have been the fastest forfeit in your history, but as Nat stripped off her itty-bitty
panties and the glorified dental-floss that was allegedly covering up her breasts, you
couldn’t care less.
Plenty of people would call you a simple man — either to your face or behind your back —
but you knew a wanton woman when you saw one and what this particular woman wanted
from you.
“FINALLY~!” came the exasperated sigh as you shed your pants by ripping them clean in
half to save time.
Luckily, you always stashed a spare pair in your favourite locker just in case, and today
seemed like the day that was finally going to pay off.
Picking Nat up as if she were as light as a feather, you effortlessly carried your wiggly new
wife — who mewled and rubbed as much of herself against as much of you as she could
reach — into the showers for a little privacy and a clean wall to push her up against.
Shutting the sheer plastic curtain and turning on the water to a warm-ish temperature, you
got to work.
“Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck~!” your new wife moaned as you gave her the
manhandling of a lifetime, making sure there wasn’t a single spot on her soft-but-hard
body that wouldn’t have your fingerprints on it by the time you were done.
Her hips, her waist, her shoulders, her neck… Each and every part was beautiful and felt
like lightning under your fingertips. Her winking, soaking wet and hot as hell sex cried out
to you even with warm water pouring down your chest and over your legs, and as you
lined up your rock-solid cock with her pale off-white lips, Nat put her hands on either side
of your head to force you to look at her.
“I only want to have to say this once, alright…? I’m on the pill, so you have to cum
inside me.”
Wow… You didn’t hear a word of what she’d said as you slid your cock all the way inside
her tight and tender snake pussy without looking down, but by the time your groins
touched each other, and you saw her tongue go limp as she just about unhinged her jaw to
moan your name, you more or less got the message.
Nat wrapping her arms and legs around you didn’t hurt either.
Tracing a fingertip or two down her spine before cupping an asscheek in each hand and
playing with them — pulling them apart, squeezing them, and letting them clap back
together — had the intended effect as your love-noodle relaxed her grip on you and let you
start thrusting.
Slow and steady clearly didn’t win the race in this case, because the only thing that
managed to get through to you were Nat’s cries of “Harder!” and “More~!” and
“DEEPER~!”
Poor girl hadn’t had any loving up to this point — not that you did either — so you had to
rectify that crime by making her cum enough times that she couldn’t even stand up, let
alone walk straight.
Pump after body-shaking, muscle-rippling, teeth-grinding pump, you made the roughest,
toughest love to your new wifey that you could without hurting her. Cracking one of the
wall tiles seemed to excite her, though, so you went just a little harder…
Not so hard that you’d bruise her internally or anything like that — despite her pleas to do
exactly that — but hard enough that she couldn’t speak English anymore.
Seconds turned to minutes turned to—
“Cum in me already~!” Nat managed to hiss out using every fibre of her being to string a
few coherent words together. “I need to reek of you~! Some fuzzy bitch could have
gotten over her instinctual, primal terror of you by now, so I want to stink of you and I want
you to stink of me~! M-Mark me! Let everyone know you’re TAKEN!”
Oh good, you didn’t have to hold back from cumming any longer…
“WHAT!?” Nat screeched before your first rope hit the back of her womb like a starting
pistol shot — if they actually shot bullets, that is — shut her right up and made her focus
on using her own strength to not get hurt.
Without really meaning to, you’d dug your feet into the floor and folded her clean in half,
her back flat against the wall and your cock as deep as it could go without making sure
she’d never be able to take another cock again in her li—
“DOOOOOOOOOO IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT~!”
Oh… Okay.
With one last push and a primal roar that would make anyone else shit themselves — but
that only intensified Natalie’s orgasm by adding a razor-sharp edge of fear to it — you fired
both balls at once and packed her womb full to bursting with an orgasm that made your
ears ring.
By the time you were done, and finally let Natasha decompress, you realised from the
imprint left in the wall that if she weren’t so strong, or so flexible, you might’ve done some
serious and irreversible damage… You’d have to keep your strength in check from then
on.
“Sh’okay, I’ma noodle~!” the girl whose legs weren’t working at the moment but thankfully
not from a spinal injury slurred out, much to your horror.
Oh no, I brought her speech impediment back! you thought right up until the tenderised
snake slithered up your body to kiss you on the cheek and break into a fit of downright
adorable giggles.
Oh good, she’s okay! you managed to think to just yourself this time.
“I’ve gotta get off my birth control ASAP cause I’m gonna give him so many fucking
kids!” Natasha thought as she draped herself over your back like a well-worn and
stretched out sweater.
Hopefully no one would notice you streaking with a naked snake on your back… Your
emergency pants would have to go unworn once again…
....
“Say it back to me, one more time~” Natasha asked her darling caveman as she raked her
nails over his broad chest.
“‘I already have an athlete girlfriend and I am not a cheater,’” you repeated to your all-too
pleased wife. Er, future wife.
“And why do we say that~?” the Cheshire cat in snakeskin clothing whispered, wanting
and expecting to hear that she was officially your girlfriend.
“Because we’re gonna get married…?” you deadpanned, wondering if you’d accidentally
given her memory loss with how hard you went on her in the showers just a few hours
ago.
For her to show up in the men’s locker room and demand you marry her one way or
another, only to seemingly forget and fall to pieces when you reminded her… You might
have to be the smart one in the relationship and take care of her.
Poor thing.