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Three Strikes, We’re Out
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by dragonmelde, color by marmelmm
The pitcher, Nerudenyr, donned a pair of eyeglasses whose lenses were easily three centimeters thick, squinted downrange at her partner, and just as she released the ball Meredith tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey!” the mare said.
The ball whipped to the left, fans scattering as two of the seats were blown to splinters by the force of the impact.
“What?” Nerudenyr snapped.
“Just wanted to wish you luck,” Meredith said with a grin.
A young male bat swooped down to give the vixen another ball, and she went into her windup. A cross-in-circle aiming reticle popped out of the toe of her shoe, and she aimed through her thick glasses.
“Excuse me,” the mare said as the vixen went into her throw. The ball went high; there was a metallic clanging sound, and one of the stadium’s light standards collapsed with a shriek of rending metal.
“What now?”
Meredith held up a menu from the concession stand. “I was wondering if you could help me. What are ‘nachos?’” She glanced over at the umpire.
The feline said, “Strike two.”
The bat returned the ball to Nerudenyr, who growled and glared through her lenses at the target as her catcher gave her a sign. Nerudenyr shook her head, and Ruanhcog gave her another paw-signal.
“What is that?” the pitcher asked, squinting.
“I’m telling you to throw a sinker, love,” Ruanhcog called out.
“Ohh. Okay,” and Nerudenyr went into her windup for a third time. She readied to throw –
And Meredith put her paws over the vixen’s eyes. “Guess who?”
The ball, released, headed straight toward the waiting catcher . . .
And smacked the target dead center.
Varan yelped as the bench collapsed under her, and the various squelches and other liquid sounds nearly eclipsed the vir’s screams.
The pair of adventurers appeared at the last saved point. Varan looked more than a bit perturbed. “Are you all right?” the mare asked.
“Do you recall the tame hentai beast at the nude beach?” Varan countered.
“Yes.”
“This one wasn’t tame.” The vir rubbed her buttocks through her robe.
“Ow. This time, let me go in the cage.”
“Agreed.”
They retraced their steps through the stadium, and Meredith made a point of stepping on the pentagonal plate set into the field. There was a teleportation spell, and the mare ended up in the cage.
The golden palomino looked down to see at least seven eyes looking up at her, along with three mouths and quite a few tentacles. Their number was hard to judge, as they kept moving around. Her ears swiveled as Varan talked to the hound, and then the feline umpire shouted “Play ball!”
The first pitch went into Ruanhcog’s glove, knocking her back into the umpire. “You didn’t try to distract her,” Meredith said.
“I wanted to see how she would do without distractions first,” Varan replied.
On the second pitch, Varan put herself in front of Nerudenyr. “Do you know where I can find a – “
“Varan!” Meredith shouted as the fastball struck the vir in the head.
The mage, now sporting a baseball-shaped dent in her skull, was dragged off to a seat in the stands with the other injured, where she sat slumped and drooling into an open box of Crapper Jack that someone had stuck in her limp grasp.
Two pitches later, Meredith screamed as she was dumped into the pit that held the hentai beast, despite her attempts to flash her breasts at the vixen.
“You’re right,” she said to Varan after they had returned to the last saved point, “that thing wasn’t a tame one.” She shuddered. “Makes me wonder if the game designers modeled it after an Ichoniik.”
Varan gave her a half-smile as her tail draped over her right shoulder. “It’s possible, although this creature has quite a few more arms. Shall we try again?”
“Not like we have much choice,” and in they went.
“I have an idea,” Meredith said as they made their way down the corridor to the field. She explained it to the vir as they walked out into the sunlight.
“Very well.”
“It’s my turn,” Varan said, and the vir planted a foot on the plate, vanishing only to reappear in the cage. “I hope you succeed, lir demef.”
“I hope so too,” the mare told her as the game started.
The mare’s first attempt at distracting the vixen had Nerudenyr flinging the ball unerringly at the stadium’s VIP seating area, obliterating the chair reserved for Lord Foad. The hound surveyed the wreckage and remarked to Meredith, “Aren't you glad this isn't a schoolbook depository?” He followed the question with an unhealthy grin and looked at the umpire.
“Strike One.”
Varan glanced back down at the hentai beast, whose many eyes blinked back at her. There was a liquid sliding sound as its tentacles writhed, and the vir grimaced.
“Don’t tickle my ears again,” Nerudenyr snapped at the golden palomino mare as she squinted at Ruanhcog’s signals.
“I promise I won’t,” Meredith said. The pitcher went into her windup –
And the mare yanked the vixen’s tail.
The ball went high, its ballistic arc taking it over the stands and out of the stadium. A few seconds later there were sounds of glass breaking, followed by wheels squealing and the sound of vehicles crashing.
“Strike Two,” the feline umpire said as his seeing-eye dog pulled him back into proper position.
Nerudenyr collected a new ball from the young bat, who fluttered off to hide in his personal armored bunker, and gave Meredith a hard glare through her thick glasses before turning to go into her windup. As she started to bring the ball back, the mare scuffed her hooves in the dirt.
The vixen’s arm went forward –
The mare dashed up –
And Meredith’s right arm swung up, her paw slapping hard into Nerudenyr’s crotch from behind and between the vixen’s legs.
Nerudenyr howled and the ball slammed into Ruanhcog’s glove. She howled in turn, throwing the mitt aside to reveal that her paw was three times normal size and glowing red. The catcher put her paw on a large block of ice, which melted into a steaming puddle in seconds.
“Strike Three! You’re out!” the umpire said, and there was scattered applause as Varan vanished from the cage. The mage reappeared as the hentai beast made disappointed noises.
“Thank you,” Varan said, hugging the shorter mare. “Are you all right?”
“I lost a few points off my Purity stat for that last move,” Meredith said, “but otherwise I’m fine. You?”
“Very happy to not be sitting over that beast,” and the vir turned toward the hound as he trotted up. “Aka?”
“You have won, and now you’re out,” he said as a portal opened behind the cage. “Exit through the Car Park.” The paladin and the mage started walking in that direction as the spectators in the stands applauded, only to stop as the canine reappeared in front of them. “Wait! You have to be validated before you can enter.”
Varan raised an eyebrow. “’Validated?’”
The hound nodded, and suddenly there were two of them. They took Meredith’s paws and Varan’s hands and said in unison, “You are a wonderful person, and you enjoy the love of your family, the admiration of your friends, and the respect of your enemies.”
Fat chance of that, Meredith thought, recalling Tariano Nguyen.
The hound, now one person again, left the pair of adventurers and started forward, shouting, “Who’s next for the Open Tryouts?”
***
“Well!” Fuji said as the two characters entered the portal. “That was – “
“Weird?”
“Yeah. ‘Weird’ about covers it,” the Komodo monitor said, and he and Meredith chuckled as she saved the game module before closing it. “You’ve been at that game for a while. Hungry?”
Meredith nodded and leaned back, stretching, and she chuckled as her mate admired the view. “Yeah, I’m hungry. Got anything in mind for after dinner?”
Fuji’s tail swished. “I could give you a backrub.”
“Mm, great start,” and she kissed him.
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by dragonmelde, color by marmelmm
The pitcher, Nerudenyr, donned a pair of eyeglasses whose lenses were easily three centimeters thick, squinted downrange at her partner, and just as she released the ball Meredith tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey!” the mare said.
The ball whipped to the left, fans scattering as two of the seats were blown to splinters by the force of the impact.
“What?” Nerudenyr snapped.
“Just wanted to wish you luck,” Meredith said with a grin.
A young male bat swooped down to give the vixen another ball, and she went into her windup. A cross-in-circle aiming reticle popped out of the toe of her shoe, and she aimed through her thick glasses.
“Excuse me,” the mare said as the vixen went into her throw. The ball went high; there was a metallic clanging sound, and one of the stadium’s light standards collapsed with a shriek of rending metal.
“What now?”
Meredith held up a menu from the concession stand. “I was wondering if you could help me. What are ‘nachos?’” She glanced over at the umpire.
The feline said, “Strike two.”
The bat returned the ball to Nerudenyr, who growled and glared through her lenses at the target as her catcher gave her a sign. Nerudenyr shook her head, and Ruanhcog gave her another paw-signal.
“What is that?” the pitcher asked, squinting.
“I’m telling you to throw a sinker, love,” Ruanhcog called out.
“Ohh. Okay,” and Nerudenyr went into her windup for a third time. She readied to throw –
And Meredith put her paws over the vixen’s eyes. “Guess who?”
The ball, released, headed straight toward the waiting catcher . . .
And smacked the target dead center.
Varan yelped as the bench collapsed under her, and the various squelches and other liquid sounds nearly eclipsed the vir’s screams.
The pair of adventurers appeared at the last saved point. Varan looked more than a bit perturbed. “Are you all right?” the mare asked.
“Do you recall the tame hentai beast at the nude beach?” Varan countered.
“Yes.”
“This one wasn’t tame.” The vir rubbed her buttocks through her robe.
“Ow. This time, let me go in the cage.”
“Agreed.”
They retraced their steps through the stadium, and Meredith made a point of stepping on the pentagonal plate set into the field. There was a teleportation spell, and the mare ended up in the cage.
The golden palomino looked down to see at least seven eyes looking up at her, along with three mouths and quite a few tentacles. Their number was hard to judge, as they kept moving around. Her ears swiveled as Varan talked to the hound, and then the feline umpire shouted “Play ball!”
The first pitch went into Ruanhcog’s glove, knocking her back into the umpire. “You didn’t try to distract her,” Meredith said.
“I wanted to see how she would do without distractions first,” Varan replied.
On the second pitch, Varan put herself in front of Nerudenyr. “Do you know where I can find a – “
“Varan!” Meredith shouted as the fastball struck the vir in the head.
The mage, now sporting a baseball-shaped dent in her skull, was dragged off to a seat in the stands with the other injured, where she sat slumped and drooling into an open box of Crapper Jack that someone had stuck in her limp grasp.
Two pitches later, Meredith screamed as she was dumped into the pit that held the hentai beast, despite her attempts to flash her breasts at the vixen.
“You’re right,” she said to Varan after they had returned to the last saved point, “that thing wasn’t a tame one.” She shuddered. “Makes me wonder if the game designers modeled it after an Ichoniik.”
Varan gave her a half-smile as her tail draped over her right shoulder. “It’s possible, although this creature has quite a few more arms. Shall we try again?”
“Not like we have much choice,” and in they went.
“I have an idea,” Meredith said as they made their way down the corridor to the field. She explained it to the vir as they walked out into the sunlight.
“Very well.”
“It’s my turn,” Varan said, and the vir planted a foot on the plate, vanishing only to reappear in the cage. “I hope you succeed, lir demef.”
“I hope so too,” the mare told her as the game started.
The mare’s first attempt at distracting the vixen had Nerudenyr flinging the ball unerringly at the stadium’s VIP seating area, obliterating the chair reserved for Lord Foad. The hound surveyed the wreckage and remarked to Meredith, “Aren't you glad this isn't a schoolbook depository?” He followed the question with an unhealthy grin and looked at the umpire.
“Strike One.”
Varan glanced back down at the hentai beast, whose many eyes blinked back at her. There was a liquid sliding sound as its tentacles writhed, and the vir grimaced.
“Don’t tickle my ears again,” Nerudenyr snapped at the golden palomino mare as she squinted at Ruanhcog’s signals.
“I promise I won’t,” Meredith said. The pitcher went into her windup –
And the mare yanked the vixen’s tail.
The ball went high, its ballistic arc taking it over the stands and out of the stadium. A few seconds later there were sounds of glass breaking, followed by wheels squealing and the sound of vehicles crashing.
“Strike Two,” the feline umpire said as his seeing-eye dog pulled him back into proper position.
Nerudenyr collected a new ball from the young bat, who fluttered off to hide in his personal armored bunker, and gave Meredith a hard glare through her thick glasses before turning to go into her windup. As she started to bring the ball back, the mare scuffed her hooves in the dirt.
The vixen’s arm went forward –
The mare dashed up –
And Meredith’s right arm swung up, her paw slapping hard into Nerudenyr’s crotch from behind and between the vixen’s legs.
Nerudenyr howled and the ball slammed into Ruanhcog’s glove. She howled in turn, throwing the mitt aside to reveal that her paw was three times normal size and glowing red. The catcher put her paw on a large block of ice, which melted into a steaming puddle in seconds.
“Strike Three! You’re out!” the umpire said, and there was scattered applause as Varan vanished from the cage. The mage reappeared as the hentai beast made disappointed noises.
“Thank you,” Varan said, hugging the shorter mare. “Are you all right?”
“I lost a few points off my Purity stat for that last move,” Meredith said, “but otherwise I’m fine. You?”
“Very happy to not be sitting over that beast,” and the vir turned toward the hound as he trotted up. “Aka?”
“You have won, and now you’re out,” he said as a portal opened behind the cage. “Exit through the Car Park.” The paladin and the mage started walking in that direction as the spectators in the stands applauded, only to stop as the canine reappeared in front of them. “Wait! You have to be validated before you can enter.”
Varan raised an eyebrow. “’Validated?’”
The hound nodded, and suddenly there were two of them. They took Meredith’s paws and Varan’s hands and said in unison, “You are a wonderful person, and you enjoy the love of your family, the admiration of your friends, and the respect of your enemies.”
Fat chance of that, Meredith thought, recalling Tariano Nguyen.
The hound, now one person again, left the pair of adventurers and started forward, shouting, “Who’s next for the Open Tryouts?”
***
“Well!” Fuji said as the two characters entered the portal. “That was – “
“Weird?”
“Yeah. ‘Weird’ about covers it,” the Komodo monitor said, and he and Meredith chuckled as she saved the game module before closing it. “You’ve been at that game for a while. Hungry?”
Meredith nodded and leaned back, stretching, and she chuckled as her mate admired the view. “Yeah, I’m hungry. Got anything in mind for after dinner?”
Fuji’s tail swished. “I could give you a backrub.”
“Mm, great start,” and she kissed him.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Horse
Gender Female
Size 93 x 120px
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