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Subject: {ASSM} Tiger By The Tail - A Phil Phantom Tribute by AnonyMPC (M+b+g, fg, gg, Fg, inc, nc)
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This is the third story I've written in tribute to and in the style of one
of my favorite erotic authors, Phil Phantom.  His writing isn't to
everybody's tastes, it can be outrageous and unrealistic even by the
standards of porn, but I find it a lot of fun to delve into his themes and
tropes.  I always enjoy hearing from Phans about how they think I did.

   Tiger By The Tail by AnonyMPC (M+m+g,fg,gg,Fg,inc,slight nc,pedo,more)

   Because she was practically blind without her glasses, Zoey couldn't see
the effect her new, improvised, mascot costume was having on the crowd, and
because of the loud, pounding, music, she couldn't entirely hear it,
either. She just had to assume she was raising everybody's spirits.  She
was, but spirits weren't the only things that were rising that night. 
Eyebrows, interest, erections, and spirit all got a lift at that middle
school basketball game.

   Eyebrows raised first, when, in the game's last quarter with the home
team down by two points, the previously absent mascot finally showed up. 
But instead of Terry the Tiger, the oversized cat-shaped costume dancing
out to raise everybody's spirits, instead came out a thin little
twelve-yearold redhead, dressed up like some furry-fan's fetish dream.  She
was in costume, in many ways, just not the official one.  Her face was
painted school colors, orange and black, in a Tiger style.  She also wore a
headband with cute little orange cat ears, poking up at the top of her
head. Her last always-visible Tiger-themed accessory was a belt over her
skirt with a hole in it, through which poked a short stuffed tail.  It
wasn't a professionally designed Tiger costume, but it was a Tiger costume,
and if that was all there was to It, people might have applauded her
ingenuity.

   But the rest of her costume was practically scandalous by middle school
standards, and halfway through the performance, the practically disappeared
entirely.  Zoey wore a tight orange shirt, with "Terri" (with an "i", not a
"y") written over her chest in black electrical tape.  That shirt was tied
up in front, showing off her belly to just below the budding spots that
might one day be boobs.  Below the navel, she wore a black skirt, short,
ending just under the ass, and with any exaggerated movements, it would
flip up and show the tiger-striped panties hiding underneath.  At least it
showed them while she still wore those.

   It was risqué as a costume, but Zoey didn't have much time, and didn't
feel she had much choice, she had found the original Terry costume ruined
just before the game, smelling of urine.  Luckily Zoey didn't live far from
school, so she could run home and improvise a new costume, painting her
face in the mirror and borrowing some clothes from her older sister and
adding some pieces of an old Halloween costume.  She almost didn't make it
before the game was over.  What a sight she was, biking towards the school
like that, pedaling as fast as her little legs could pump, her tiger
panties flashing in the breeze to anybody behind her, but it was nothing
compared to the sight she was in the gymnasium, when those panties began to
slip down her legs.

   The panties were her sister's, and a little too big, but she liked the
tiger stripes and didn't think about how they seemed to slip downward with
any vigorous movement.  She did her best to pull them up during the first
part of her performance, going so far as to give the audience a
three-second panty-covered ass shot and the opposing team a pulled-up pussy
wedgie, a tiger-striped camel toe.  That got some attention, particularly
when the star Forward lost control of the ball as he stared and control was
passed to the Tigers.

   But it wasn't until the panties had next slipped below the skirt that
virtually all the attention was again put on Zoey.  She decided they were
only getting in the way, and, making the mistake of a child with poor
eyesight, assumed that nobody else would be able to see anything from a
distance, and, as someone who had never had a boyfriend, assumed that even
if they could, everybody would be looking at her tail, instead of what was
under her skirt.

   The loss of the panties marked the end of most people's attention on the
game, and the beginning of a stunned fascination with the little girl who
would occasionally expose her bare ass or hairless pussy to a crowd full of
parents and students, and a few guys who were just admirers of the
cheerleaders, unacknowledged but present at every school game.

   If it wasn't for those guys, Zoey might have suspected something was
wrong long ago, but their loud cheers with every flash convinced her that
the game was still going on as usual, when virtually everybody was watching
her, staring in stunned or horrified fascination.  Even the players had at
least half their attention on the floor show.  They distractedly continued
to dribble and pass the ball, though the passes were as often as not across
team lines and almost nobody was very interested in scoring a basket.

   Those men without kids at the school had their spirit raised more than
the cheerleaders had ever raised them, as did many of those who were
fathers, brothers, or uncles of students.  Most of their spirit, it seemed,
was in-between their legs.

   The women took a little longer to notice the panties going missing, and
when they did they watched in a mixture of shock, quiet rage, and
suppressed arousal.  Not every woman had every one of those emotions, but
most had at least two.

   The cheerleaders also had a generous share of jealousy in the mix, too,
because they knew that they were the real draw for many of the men, and
since Zoey had started her dance, the guys had barely looked at them. 
Pervs they might be, but couldn't they at least be loyal pervs?

   With a minute left to play, the game had all but stopped when Zoey
blindly tripped over a gym bag on the sidelines and fell forward, catching
herself on her hands, bare ass-cheeks in the air as her skirt had caught on
her tail.  About half the crowd cheered.  Somebody blew a whistle.  As she
got up, she realized she had lost her tiger ears somewhere on the floor and
began feeling her way around, compounding the error and providing an
extended rear view, asshole to slit, to both audience and players as she
groped around searching and squinting.

   The opposing team, the Eagles, had been taught helpfulness and good
sportsmanship, and so several of them abandoned the game entirely and
jogged off the court to help pick up her ears.  That whoever was lucky
enough to get the ears would have to bend to the ground right behind Zoey
was certainly coincidental.

   While the Eagles had been taught sportsmanship by their Coach, the
Tigers had been taught to take any chance to win.  Only one member of the
home team, Jose Vasquez, remembered that lesson, and likely only remembered
it because he was a closeted gay and immune to the charms of a pantyless
catgirl in a short skirt, but one homosexual was all it took to sweep up
the ball and launch it into the basket for a three pointer just before the
buzzer sounded.

   The Tigers had won against their traditional archrivals, and many in the
audience had won as well, won a memory they could savor all night while
they fucked their wives, or others, or stroked their cocks alone, with the
image of a little twelve-year-old redhead, with sticklike arms and legs but
a lot of enthusiasm, in their minds.

   Zoey received her ears from a good-looking member of the Eagles, the
star Forward who moved the fastest, and who wasn't even aware he'd lost
until the Tigers en masse crowded around Zoey and lifted her in the air. 
They knew how important a mascot was to victory, particularly in this case.

   Zoey squinted around.  "Did we win?" With the way she was being carried,
it was either that, or a gang rape.  The cheering suggested the win, the
moving fingers in her cunt and between the globes of her ass by the people
supporting her suggested the gang rape.  For a while she was sure it would
be the latter, until she finally heard the voices were saying, "We won, we
won!" She was glad to win, but was disappointed, she was looking forward to
a friendly gang rape by her new friends.  Maybe it would turn out to be
both.

   "Great!" she said, beaming.  "Can somebody get me my glasses?  I left
them with the music guy!" She thought about asking whoever belonged to
those intruding fingers to withdraw, but decided not to, it felt good, and
had done a good job at making her wet and slippery, and were well on their
way to changing that to gooey and trembling.  As they carried her towards
the locker room, somebody passed Zoey her glasses, and she put them on just
in time to see the cheerleaders staring daggers at her as the throng
passed.

   She smiled smugly at Brittney, the head cheerleader and first class
bitch.  Well, it was their own damn fault.  Her being the mascot was all
due to them.  She supposed she should thank them, in a way, because she'd
finally gotten what she'd yearned for these many weeks, some recognition.

   Zoey had gone through life as that quiet redheaded girl with glasses
nobody thought much about, and was sick and tired of it.  Her friendships
were short and fleeting, usually from bonding with the "new kid" before
they found their own place and abandoned her.  Over the school break, one
in which it seemed like even her family were avoiding spending time with
her, she realized it was her own fault, the reason she nobody knew her was
that she was a girl without a niche.  She had always told herself she was
too dumb for the nerds, too nerdy-looking for the beautiful kids, not
enough talent at singing or acting to be a theatre kid, too inexperienced
to be one of the sluts.  She told herself these things but had never even
tried to join so much as a single club or social group.  Upon that
realization, that she needed a niche, she decided to go about getting into
one any way she could and just go for broke, try everything, until
something stuck, and she found friends.  She told herself it was friends
she wanted, although mostly it was a boyfriend, after discovering how good
rubbing her clit could feel it inspired thoughts of how good it would be to
have somebody else to rub it, and that somebody should have a cock.  Cocks
had begun to fascinate her and invade her dreams, even though she'd never
seen a real one, a real hard one at least, just ones on the internet and
her father's stash of dirty movies.

   Her first thought was to be a cheerleader and follow in the footsteps of
her older sister, Chloe, who was a Tiger Cheerleader in middle school and
was now a Trojan Cheerleader in high school, and very popular.  Most
people, if they knew her at all, knew Zoey as "Chloe's Sister", and so that
seemed like as good a place to start as any.  Cheerleaders were always
popular, and most of them had boyfriends.  That Zoey wore glasses and was
uncoordinated never dissuaded her from going out, she had to follow her
plan and at least try, so, when auditions were held, she went for it.  She
was realistic, she expected to be rejected, but trying was what was
important, and even that might get her noticed by somebody, maybe a boy
with a cock.

   What she hadn't expected was for the girls to be so mean about it,
cruelly insulting Zoey's skills, body, face, and even her voice.  Maybe she
deserved the comments on her skills, but although her body was tiny and
undeveloped, only a few of the cheerleaders had decent boobs at twelve, and
her voice wasn't much more high-pitched than anybody else's, with a cute
little squeak to it.  Zoey definitely wasn't ugly.  She was cute, so cute
that you might think the phrase cute as a button was made for her,
especially her little button nose, but cheerleaders, even middle school
cheerleaders, are built on sexy, not cute.  A cheerleader can get by on
cute if she's really skilled, and get by on sexy even if she doesn't have
any moves, but just a cute cheerleader without the moves hasn't a chance of
getting in unless she does something special to prove her worth.

   Worst was that those cruel insults only came in the final judgment,
after they had been nice and encouraging before, and had gotten her hopes
up, and Zoey had already done the deed that was supposed to prove her
worth. Head Cheerleader Brittany Hardy personally assured her she would
have a lock on one of the positions if she just showed she had team spirit
and was willing to do a favor, lick a little team pussy, everybody did it.
It didn't sound so bad, not nearly as bad as what Zoey heard her sister had
to do as initiation into high school cheerleading.  Chloe still couldn't
look at a big dog without blushing.  Licking a little pussy didn't seem
like much by comparison.  So in order to realize her dream, Zoey agreed,
and soon found herself in the Girls Locker Room, on her knees working her
tongue up Brittany's slit and around her clit, getting fine blonde hairs
stuck on her tongue, while the other girls watched, and one taped it on her
cell phone.  That it never made it out was a miracle that Zoey attributed
to God, because only He could make a Cindi, cheerleader so dumb that she
forgot to hit save after recording video of the Head Cheerleader being
eaten out by a cute, tiny, and very eager candidate.  She wanted to be
known, but she didn't think she wanted to be known for that.

   The next day, thankfully with no video evidence to make the humiliation
worse, the squad revealed their verdict, that she never would have made it,
her freckles were a dealbreaker right from the start, and even beyond that,
she was too short, too high-pitched, too fat, too flat, too annoying, too
uncoordinated, and, because of what she'd done on her knees, too slutty to
be a cheerleader.  "Maybe you could try out for mascot," Brittany said
snottily.

   They meant that as a parting insult, but Zoey took it to heart, and
begged the basketball coach to let her be the mascot.  Terry the Tiger was
traditionally played by a boy, but since it was a bulky costume and you
couldn't tell who was underneath, Coach Cunningham agreed to give her a
shot, especially since nobody else had come forward with a desire to take
up the job.

   The first game, Zoey showed up at the door to the Girls Locker Room,
arms full with her new costume.  She had to kick at the door until somebody
answered.  It was Cindi.  "What do you want?"

   "I need to change."

   "The mascot changes in the Boys Locker Room," she said.

   "But I'm a girl!"

   "Barely.  But those are the rules.  We don't have the room for you and
we don't want you." Cindi closed the door, and behind it she could hear
laughing.

   Zoey screwed up her courage and knocked on the Boys door, where she got
a much more polite reception.  Kevin Caroll appeared at the door, a nice
boy, one of the few who said hello to her regularly, but he was too shy to
come talk to her beyond that so she assumed he wasn't interested.  He
stammered at her request to come in, but somebody from inside shouted to
let her through, and Kevin stood aside.

   Several of the boys were naked and most of the rest were clothed only in
shorts or underwear.  That made Zoey blush, seeing her first cock so
suddenly and without any time to prepare.  At least she didn't feel alone,
some of the meeker guys were embarrassed too, including Kevin, but Roger,
the Team Captain, didn't seem to be shy at all.  "Nobody should be ashamed,
we're all on the same team.  You can even do the team handshake."

   She didn't know what the team handshake was, so he let her put her
costume down and then guided her hand to his erect twelve-year old cock,
which stood out proudly at 7 inches.  Roger closed her hand around his
shaft and then helped her give the handshake.  It was a very exciting
handshake, his dick was warm and felt almost like it was vibrating under
her delicate fingers.  It didn't last long before somebody else demanded
his turn.

   Everyone on the team got Zoey to give them the previously unheard of
team handshake, even Jose who would have preferred to get it from one of
the other guys but was hard and ready to go just from seeing the other guys
boners.  Roger was about to demand a second round of longer handshakes when
the Coach came in to see what the delay was.  Everybody stopped, unsure
about how he would react to them getting their dicks stroked, and tried
their best to look as though one girl in a roomful of guys with boners was
normal.

   Coach Cunningham smiled knowingly at the scene, and probably would have
let it continue in the spirit of team bonding, but they had a game to play,
so rushed everybody to get dressed and out and that gave Zoey the time to
dress up in her costume.

   The big foam Terry costume could be worn over her normal clothes but
when she had tried it on at home she discovered it was very hot and stuffy
inside, so she stripped to her underwear while most of the team watched,
her blush gone.  Roger was right, the team handshake idea really did make
her feel more comfortable around the guys, though she couldn't get the
image of their dicks out of her mind all through her mascot routine.  She
thought of them rubbing against her, poking her between the legs, holding
one with each hand until they shot out that white gooey stuff like in the
movies.  She didn't put on much of a performance, too distracted by those
thoughts.

   They lost that game, and everybody was a little down.  The cheerleaders
hadn't done much spirit raising once it became obvious they were going to
lose, but Zoey cheered everybody up in the shower, just by being there. 
Coach was there with a watchful eye, arms folded over his chest, so the
boys didn't do anything but give her playful swats on the butt now and
then, but she got to see their dicks again and their eyes mostly on her. 
They looked at her butt, her chest, even though it didn't look that much
different than their own, just a little bumpier, and they especially liked
looking at the space between her legs.

   Those looks made her all warm inside.  She liked being the center of
attention...  who wouldn't?  They were noticing her.  No wonder everybody
wanted to be a cheerleader, they felt like that all the time.

   After the shower, Coach sent the boys out and asked to talk to Zoey
alone.  "Why did you come in here to change?"

   "The girls told me that's where the mascots always change."

   "That's true.  But only because the mascots were always boys.  I'll have
a talk with the cheerleaders."

   "I don't mind Coach Cunningham, really.  The boys are all so nice, I'd
rather change in here if it's all the same to you."

   He mulled it over.  "We could all get in a lot of trouble if your
parents found out I let you do that."

   "I won't tell, I swear," she said.  She hadn't even told her parents
she'd become the new mascot.  As far as they knew, she was in the Math
Club. Zoey was afraid they would be disappointed in her, a mascot, after
her sister was a cheerleader.  They already loved Chloe best, spent a lot
of time with her, taking her to her different activities and leaving Zoey
alone with just a microwave dinner.  Of course, if they only knew what her
sister got up to, Zoey was sure they wouldn't think so highly of her, but
she was too nice a girl to tell, and she really did love her sister, her
only true friend, and didn't want to see Chloe get in trouble just because
she was jealous.  "I can keep a secret.  I didn't tell anybody that my
sister had to fuck a..." Zoey caught herself just in time.  "Never mind."

   "Okay, I'll think about it, but first I need to know what the boys were
doing with you before I came in." He held up a hand to hold off her
objection.  "That's not betraying a secret, I'm the Coach, and I need to
know anything that might affect the team.  I won't tell anybody else."

   "They had me give them a team handshake.  On their things."

   "Their cocks you mean?" Zoey nodded, and blushed.  "Okay, that's not as
bad as I hoped.  That must mean they really accept you." She brightened. 
"You know, the Coach is a member of the team too.  Can you show me exactly
how you did it?" He whipped out his dick, a much larger cock than any of
the guys on the team had, but then Coach Cunningham was an adult not a
twelve-yearold.  This one was a monster, it must have been at least eleven
inches, with huge balls.  Zoey didn't want to disappoint him so she gave it
a handshake too, which turned into a two handed handshake, one that lasted
for several minutes, until he suggested that some team handshakes included
a kiss, too, and with her lips on the head of it he groaned and all of a
sudden that milky white goo shot out and onto her face.  She knew it was
called cum, which she'd learned about but never seen in person before, and
certainly never touched, smelled, or tasted before.  She did all three
right then, because some of it landed between her lips.  It was slimy but
had a strange musky flavor that Zoey kind of liked.  She licked the rest
off her lips.

   "That's the proper kind of special handshake," he said, and patted her
on the head.  "I've made my decision; you can change here any time you
want." He bopped her on the mouth with his dick, now softened to about half
its size but still impressive.  It was only a soft bop, not a full on
cockslap and so it elicited a giggle.  "Now go on, you probably need to be
getting home.  I'll show you some more ways we can bring you closer to the
team next time."

   The suggestion excited Zoey, after what she'd already done she had no
doubt they'd want to go even farther in the same direction.  She was cute
but not dumb, she knew what farther might lead to, and it was a small price
to pay for being accepted and having friends.  At first she was a little
afraid, but rubbing her pussy in her bed over the next few nights thinking
about it, she found the fear disappear, replaced by a hopeful anxiety.  Her
sister lost her cherry at thirteen, maybe she'd finally beat her at
something.

   The guys on the team were all nice to her the rest of the week, too. 
Zoey was all but invisible in the school before she became the mascot, but
after, she was on the fringes of popularity.  Guys who would before pass
her without noticing her would stop to talk in the stairwells and, if
nobody else was around, stick a hand up her shirt and play with her nipples
until they heard somebody coming.  They must have talked about it because
once Roger did it that first day all the guys were doing it.  She looked
forward to the next game, but it was on that day the cheerleaders struck,
resentful of anyone they'd already rejected somehow attaining popularity
anyway, despite them.

   Because she didn't want her parents to know about her being the mascot,
Zoey almost never took the Terry the Tiger outfit home, she just left it in
the school utility room.  She checked on it at lunch, and then when the
game was just about to start, Zoey ran to the utility room to grab it and
take it to go change...  only to find it damp, with a very suspicious
smell. More than one cheerleader must have peed on the outfit, though she
could only wonder if it was just a few girls or the whole squad.

   She cried there for a few minutes, knowing she was missing changing
time, and she was going to miss the game.  Then, finally, she wiped her
eyes and resolved to do what people always said you should do when life had
dealt you a bad hand...  do her best with the cards she had.  She rushed
home and, in a frenzy of creativity, replaced Terry the Tiger with Terri
the Tiger, a scandalous but far more comfortable costume, and arrived just
in time to help her team win the game.

   The celebration in the locker room afterwards got a little out of hand,
but it was cut short when Coach Cunningham walked in to see Zoey with Mike
Clover's cock halfway down her throat, and Roger with his cock pressed up
against her pussy.  She hadn't even bothered to get undressed or wash her
makeup off, and Roger held her skirt in the air along with the tail while
the girl was sucking down on three inches and was working her way down. 
Zoey saw Coach enter, tried in vain to say hello through now four inches of
orange-streaked dick, then kept sucking and wiggled her tail in the air,
hoping he'd want to try her out herself.  Mike's dick was nice but it
wasn't as big as the Coach's.  If she was going to be gang-raped, Zoey
thought she might as well do it right, though it would hardly be rape as
she was ready, and willing to do anything, it was only the able she had
doubts about, but somebody's hand was massaging her clit and making her
prepared to try.

   "That's enough of that," the Coach said.  "Get off of her."

   Mike complied and pulled his dick out and the others turned away,
reluctantly, but Roger pressed his dick between the lips of her hole, not
enough to go inside, but enough to make a virgin blush, safely concealed
under her catface makeup.  "But Coach," he said, "We won!  Can't we
celebrate?"

   "You won, but it wasn't a victory to be proud of.  The only one here who
should be getting any action is Jose, and I don't think Zoey's his type." A
nervous laughter rang through the room.  "Now, you win the next game, and
Terri the Tiger here can suck off every guy on the team who wants it, and
I'll turn a blind eye...  fuck, I might even line up and get a shot myself,
but you've had enough of a reward for now.  Besides, I need to talk to our
mascot."

   She got off her hands and knees and stood up, lowering her dress back
over her pussy and straightening the belt that held her tail, and then
smiled at herself.  It seemed funny to be straightening up when the coach
was probably going to have her take it off again.  "Sure Coach."

   "The Principal wants to talk to you, you might as well get dressed."

   Zoey deflated, fear rising in her.  The guys had all been praising her
pussy and talking about how everybody was staring, which made her feel good
and special at the time but now she was worried she would be suspended or
expelled.  She'd never live that down.  It wasn't even her fault!

   The boys were just as worried.  "Is she going to get in trouble, Coach?"
asked Kevin.  "It's not her fault, she didn't do anything wrong." Other
members of the team agreed.

   "I don't know if she's going to get in trouble, but I'm sure going to
fight like hell to keep her."

   "Will I get expelled?"

   "I doubt that, you didn't do anything too bad.  You might get removed as
mascot." Zoey pouted, until he added, "But if you do, I'll tell you what,
we'll keep you on as our secret, unofficial mascot to inspire us in the
locker room before and after the games." The team cheered at that.  "Now
get changed."

   "I can't, I left my clothes at home."

   "What about your panties?"

   Roger spoke up.  "I think I saw that Japanese exchange student running
off with them, Coach."

   The Coach grunted.  "Well, I guess we'll just go like this.  You boys
hit the showers."

   The Principal's office was crowded when Coach Cunningham and Zoey showed
up.  Two of the cheerleaders and their parents had decided to complain
personally.  It was the mothers complaining mostly, but they required their
husbands to back them up.  Principal Macintyre, a tall bald black man in a
fancy suit sat at his desk looking over a book.  He looked up when the
Coach knocked, and then motioned for Zoey to have a seat.

   "There's the little slut now," one of the Moms said.  "You should be
ashamed of yourself."

   "Now, now, there's no need for insults or name-calling," Principal
Macintyre said.  "Zoey, I want to know why you came to the game dressed as
you did."

   "I couldn't wear the regular costume, but I didn't want to let the team
down, so I made my own."

   "Why couldn't you wear the regular costume?"

   "They peed all over it!" She pointed at Cindi and Brittany.

   Brittany said, "We did not."

   Cindi said, "You can't prove it, nobody saw us," before taking an elbow
in the ribs and changing her story to, "We did not."

   "What the cheerleaders did or did not do to the real costume is not the
issue," said Brittany's mom, trying to deflect the issue.  "The issue is
that this little girl put on an obscene strip show at a school event, and
she must be disciplined.  Isn't that right Harold?"

   Harold was looking between Zoey's legs, where if you craned your neck
just so, you could almost see her pussy.  "Err, yes, that's right, Judith."
he said finally.

   "I don't think the girl meant any harm," Coach Cunningham said.  "She
had panties on, they just slipped off."

   "It doesn't matter," Judith said.  "She came to school nude."

   "I'm not nude," Zoey said.  "I have a costume on."

   "I understand your concerns," the Principal said.  He folded his hands
over the books on his desk.  "But I think the real issue is that I don't
think Zoey broke any school rules."

   "What?" came the unified cry from the cheerleaders and their mothers.

   "That's impossible," said Cindi's mother.  "There's no way something
like this could be allowed."

   Brittany shook her head and shouted, "It's not!" Then calmer, she added,
"I was told that if I didn't have anything underneath my cheerleader skirt,
I'd be off the team, and probably suspended!"

   "I DID get suspended for two games once because my skirt shrunk in the
wash," Cindi added.  "It was still longer than her skirt, and it was
against school rules."

   Judith looked smug.  "See?  You can't punish these good cheerleaders for
accidents and then not punish Zoey, it would be unfair."

   "Yes, but you see, look here." The Principal tapped the book.  "These
are the regulations for the cheerleader uniforms.  The skirt must be a
certain length, the undergarments must be a certain thickness, you have to
wear bras whether you need it or not, there are restrictions on hair length
and jewelry.  It's all set up in advance by the school board." He turned
the page.  "Now look at the mascots uniform guidelines.  Mascots should be
in the mascot costume the entire game.  That's all it says.  And as skimpy
as it is, that does count as a costume."

   "That's ridiculous," Judith said.  She stomped toward Zoey and flipped
up her skirt, airing out her pussy.  "You can see her private parts!  Look
at her, shamelessly exposing her cunt.  The slut is wet too, she probably
did it on purpose.  That can't be allowed!  We have standards in this
town!"

   The Principal's eyes drilled into the spot between her legs, but nobody
made any move to lower the skirt again.  "I admit, it's an unusual
situation, but that's what the rules state.  They must have expected all
mascots to be the elaborate sort we usually use, but if your daughters, or
anybody else, ruined the costume, then Zoey was only showing school spirit
by coming up with another.  I don't think we should punish her for the
oversight of the regulatory board.  Even if her pussy did occasionally
show, there are right now no rules against it."

   "Surely the regular school dress code standards apply.  She can't just
show her little snatch to every Tom, Dick, or Harry who comes to a game!"

   "I'm afraid the mascot rules overrule the school dress code standards.
There was precedent, twenty years ago one of our mascots got heatstroke. 
This was in the days of mandatory school uniforms, the boy had his uniform
under the Terry costume.  Since then, it's in the rules that mascots don't
have to wear anything under their costume, even if it violates the school
dress code."

   "That's preposterous!" Megan's mom said.  "By that logic, she could show
up wearing nothing but Tiger body paint and a fake tail and she would still
be covered by the rules, because body paint is still a costume."

   Principal Macintyre considered this, and then nodded.  "I think that
would be a valid interpretation of the rules.  My hands are tied.  Coach
Cunningham is in charge of approving the mascot uniforms.  Do you approve
of Zoey's mascot outfit?"

   Zoey felt warm at how quickly the Coach stood up for her.  "You bet your
ass I do.  In fact, if Zoey wants to do it in just body paint, I'll approve
that as a mascot costume too."

   All the men in the room smiled.  So did Zoey.  The idea of performing in
front of everybody in just body paint was deliciously bad.  It would be
like doing it totally nude, everybody staring at her...  and of course,
she'd need people to help her put the paint on and wash it clean
afterwards. She squirmed in her seat, rubbing her thighs together to try
and get a little furtive friction on her clit.

   The women didn't smile, they gaped.  Principal Macintyre shrugged at
their distress.  "Then I can't do anything to punish Zoey.  She didn't
break any rules.  Now, we can propose changes to the regulations at the
next board meeting, to narrow the terms of what is considered an official
mascot costume, and I'm inclined to support that move, but I imagine
nothing will be done before basketball season ends, and, in confidence,
most of the board members are men and I suspect they won't be as put out by
this as you are.  A girl taking on the mascot role is rare enough, I doubt
they'll agree to making a drastic change and a lot of paperwork over such a
clearly exceptional case.  And until they do, if you don't like the mascot,
there's a simple solution...  don't come to the games.  You are dismissed."

   Once the complainers were gone, agog and unbelieving, the Principal was
in the room alone with Zoey and the Coach.  "I hope you realized what a
mess you nearly caused."

   "I'm sorry," she said.  "If it makes it easier, I'll wear tighter
panties next time.  Or if you could clean the original costume." Though
Zoey didn't think she ever wanted to wear that costume again, even washed.

   "No, I made the decision and I'll stand by it.  You dress up however you
want, so long as the Coach thinks it's a costume, and it's a home game. 
For an away game, you have to wear at least what you're wearing now, and
panties that won't fall down.  They might not be as liberal as we are. 
Does that sound fair?"

   Zoey nodded eagerly.

   "Good.  Now, I have to admit I didn't get a very good view of your
performance.  I'm a little bit nearsighted."

   "Me too!" Zoey said.

   "Well, isn't that nice, we have something in common.  But after all the
fuss, I'm curious, would you mind giving me a private show?"

   The second show didn't have the same energy as doing it in front of a
crowd full of people, but a smaller audience had its benefits too,
especially when that audience didn't mind showing their appreciation in
ways other than cheering and clapping, and a mascot dance easily turned
into a lap dance which turned into a lot of fun for two men and a little
redheaded catgirl.  The fun lasted an hour, leaving Zoey to bike home in
the dark with no panties and nearly causing an accident after a car's
headlights lighted on her just before she turned down a path that cars
can't follow.  She worried her parents would be home but they were still
busy with one of Chloe's activities.  For once she was glad, she needed a
shower before she saw them again.

   After that day, that game would forever be known to Zoey as The Big
Game. Even though there were bigger and more important ones to the team, it
was after the Big Game that her life changed forever.  She'd gone from
being a nobody to someone everyone in the school knew.  She would have
preferred it if they recognized her by name instead of most of them calling
her Terri, but what mattered was they knew her, wanted to talk to her,
cared about her opinions, wanted to drag her into an unused classroom for a
quick blowjob between classes, or sometimes a fuck, or two at lunch.  That
started with the basketball team, who usually did call her Zoey, but once
word got out that Terri put out, people all over the school started to find
excuses to get her alone...  not just students; teachers and even the
janitors wanted to know her too, know her intimately, know every inch of
her inside and out, every hole.  Some of those guys were big, but after
losing her virginity to Coach Cunningham and Principal MacIntyre's thick
cock stretching out her pussy soon afterwards, Zoey could handle them
easily, and got used to taking a load in her pussy, or her mouth,
eventually even her ass, and lapping up whatever was left over like a kitty
after milk.

   She was less popular among the cheerleaders, who made their next move
the day after the Big Game, dragging her into the girl's washroom before
school and taking picture after picture on their cell phones with Zoey's
face in a variety of different pussies, some tight little crevices, some
with slimy pink guts in the middle, some hairless, some with a small tangle
of pubic hair.  She didn't think it was rape, since technically they never
forced her to do anything.  She didn't want to lick any of them, either,
but with two girls pinning her arms and legs down and one sitting on her
face, she had to move her tongue just to get them to wriggle enough so she
could breathe, or better yet make them cum so she could take a few breaths
while the next one got on top of her.  After they were done, they showed
her the pictures and warned her that unless she retired as mascot by the
end of the day, the pictures would go all over the school and to her
parents.

   She cried that day, during lunch, in the only place she felt safe, the
Boys Change Room, and when Roger found her there he got the story out of
her, blubbering on his shoulder, and he called a meeting of a few of the
guys he could grab on short notice.  By the time lunch was over, they came
back and told her she didn't have to worry about it anymore.  She never
learned what they'd done to get the pictures back, but she was grateful. 
"You guys are so nice.  I can't believe you'd help me like that."

   "Of course we would, you're part of the team."

   That made her feel so good that she wanted to make them feel good.  They
only had a few minutes before class was back in session, but it was enough
to let two boys cum in her pussy and two more in her mouth.  At least that
got the taste of cheerleader pussy out.

   With Zoey as Terri the Tiger instead of boring old Terry the Tiger, the
home games quickly changed an awful lot.  The audience was mostly men, and
they weren't watching the game they'd paid a premium for tickets to.  There
were new rules, too, enforced by off-duty police officers in exchange for
free tickets.  The rules included no cell phone cameras allowed, no
touching Terri, although she could touch you, and sometimes did, if it was
a really good game she might saunter up to a particularly ardent fan
wearing nothing but her tiger paint, ears, and the belt that held her tail,
then sit on his lap, and if his lap had a stiff dick poking out of it, that
was okay too, she'd slide right down onto it and make him cheer "Go
Tigers". Sometimes she'd even choose a player sitting on the opposing
team's bench, just to be fair, but she'd only do it when the Tigers were
winning, which happened an awful lot.  It wasn't an undefeated season, but
it came pretty damn close.  The climax to her show involved her own climax
and usually dozens of others, one or two or three or four directly attended
to by Zoey, and the rest attending to themselves or being helped out by
wives or girlfriends or daughters who were cool with a little casual public
child molestation to spice up their sex lives.

   The cheerleaders boycotted the games at first, since they had their own
competitions and didn't need the boys, then were outraged when they weren't
missed at all and a few broke the embargo and begged to be let back in. 
Not Brittany, who thought up and organized the boycott and stuck with it
till the bitter end, but most of the others crossed the line at least once.
Those who did took their chances, there were a lot of guys and only a few
girl holes to go around.  Visiting cheerleaders were treated with respect,
like foreign dignitaries, welcome to try to inspire their team with their
own acts, or if not, sit a spell and could enjoy some spare cock if they
wanted or just quietly enjoy the floor show, but Tiger cheerleaders
breaking the boycott for a home game had to follow Terri's lead and work
the crowd, or work Terri herself if she demanded it.  Those who stayed for
one game either never came back or, like Cindi, came back every time,
getting used to being passed around the stands and sometimes doing one on
one cheers with their own brothers, uncles, or fathers, still eager to see
their little cheerleader perform, no matter what the circumstances.

   Away games were tamer...  it was safe for a Tiger cheerleader, even
Brittany, to attend an away game and remain a virgin, to do cheers through
the whole game without having to worry about an unsightly dribble of cum
coming down their legs, but Zoey was still the star of those games, not
them.  She still grinded lucky fans in her outfit and seemed to have a lot
more men at the games than women, and sometimes the traditional handshake
after the game was done in private and included both teams, both Coaches,
and the opposing school's Principal, and most of the hands were on Zoey. 
Those handshakes pleased her an awful lot, and a handshake that turned into
an orgasm for the mascot seemed like a much better version of the
tradition.

   What pleased her most was that she was popular, so popular that within a
few days, bowing to popular demand, she started wearing her cat ears and
tail belt to school all the time...  though she left the Tiger paint off,
since it was too much to do every day, and she had to save something for
the game.  Pretty soon, it became standard code, a pull of the tail meant
somebody wanted to drag her off for some one-on-one spirit raising, and she
always had pep left over, even when girls started to ask her to pep them up
with a little pussy tongue in pussy.  Zoey discovered she enjoyed eating
pussy when she wasn't being pinned down, and plenty of girls got the
benefit, but no cheerleaders.  A cheerleader who dared to tug on her tail,
whether she was at the games or not, was in danger of getting her eyes
scratched out by an enraged Tiger, and after Brittany tried it she found
that in a hallway full of people walking to lunch, every one of them backed
up Zoey's story that Brittany scratched herself, so the Principal gave the
Head Cheerleader a long private talk in the office about lying that took up
the lunch hour and had her wincing as she sat down to her next class.

   Zoey's parents found out, eventually, after her father showed up to a
game after hearing wild stories about "Terri", but she got in less trouble
than she expected.  After the game, he showed up before she could go back
to change with the guys, grabbed her hand, and took her straight home.  She
thought it was pretty cool of him that he waited until after the game,
despite seeing dozens of men with their hands in her cunt, and a handful
who got their massive cocks in her, stretching out the orange-painted lips
obscenely for all to see, instead of embarrassing her in front of her
friends and fans by making a big scene...  though it might have been
because Cindi was riding his lap throughout the first quarter.  But her
Daddy didn't say a word in the car so she was sure he'd be pissed.  Zoey
was sure she would be spanked, but she wasn't, unless you counted her ass
being repeatedly struck by her father's pelvis as his cock rammed into her.
Her ass was spanked n that way until she was sore and exhausted, but it was
the good kind of sore and exhausted...  she'd cum two times, making five
for the night.

   Hours later she discovered her family were sick fucks and the reason
they left her alone all the time was that they were taking her sister to a
hotel for a regular incestuous threesome.  Now that they'd seen what Terri
could do, and was willing to do, with no sign of the psychological scarring
they feared, the family could once again be all together with no secrets,
and they saved money, too.  Who needed to rent a hotel room?  As long as
everyone in the family was involved, they might as well stay at home for
Daddy to get his cock licked by his youngest daughter as it plowed into her
sister's cunt, while she was busy eating out Mom.

   Only one thing bugged her about the new status quo at home.  It wasn't
doing a sixty-nine with Mom, licking her shaved pussy while she licked
Zoey's and watching her Dad fuck Chloe.  It wasn't even that Dad liked to
cum in Zoey while Mom urged him to "breed that bitch".  That worried her at
first, but it was kinky, and before long it turned her on enough that she
started begging too.  What upset her, a little, was that they liked to keep
her dressed as Terri the Tiger, too.  She'd gotten used to wearing the tail
and ears, even if she wore nothing else, as was often the case around the
house, but sometimes a girl just wants to be herself.  Her parents finally
let her get contacts, because, as her Dad said, "Who ever heard of a cat
girl with glasses?" That was okay, she'd wanted contacts for a while, but
Dad liked to hear her make meowing sounds during sex, and that was a little
weird.  It was starting to feel like Zoey was gradually getting replaced by
Terri, lock, stock, and barrel.

   Finally, one Saturday morning, as her father tugged her tail to prod
Zoey to lift up her ass as he thrust his cock in her cunt and out down to
the balls, she reached the limit of what she could take, in her heart, not
in her pussy, when her Dad grunted, "That's it, I'm about ready to pump a
litter of kittens in you, Terri!"

   Terri screamed and her hand dug into the bedspread for a moment before
she undid the clasp on her belt and wriggled free of both belt and cock,
leaving her father with just the tail of the tiger.  "My name is not Terri,
my name is Zoey, and I'm not a cat, I'm your daughter," she yelled, as Dad
dribbled a load of cum on the sheets and Mom and Chloe looked up,
wet-faced, from each other's cunts to stare.  "If you want to keep fucking
me you'd better damn well remember that!" She whipped the cat-ear headband
off her head and threw it at her father.  It missed, landing near the door,
the same door she passed through moments later after she crawled off the
bed.  Zoey then stomped to her room with totally uncatlike grace, and
slammed that door behind her.

   Her sister Chloe came in a few minutes later, sat with Zoey on the bed
and put a big-sisterly arm around her.  "You okay?"

   "Yeah, I'm just pissed off."

   "He didn't mean anything by it, you know.  He knows who you are."

   "Uh-huh."

   "Sometimes Mom and Dad get carried away with the whole sex thing.  I
told Mom and Dad they shouldn't try to do anything with you for a while."

   Zoey shoved her sister's arm away.  "Why'd you go and do a thing like
that?"

   "I thought you were getting tired of being a sex object."

   "No, I like that part, I just want to be a sex object named Zoey.  I
don't want my whole life to be just a catgirl."

   "Oh, silly, it won't be."

   "It won't?" Zoey asked doubtfully.

   "Of course not.  We just like having fun with it, it's like playing
pretend.  But you won't be Terri the Tiger forever."

   "I won't?" It was what she wanted, so what did the revelation fill her
with so much dread?  Because everybody loved Terri.  Nobody knew Zoey.

   "You can't be the mascot for a middle school team once you're out of
middle school.  Terri the Tiger will go back to being a boring old mascot
and you'll move on to something new."

   "Like what?"

   "I don't know.  Something."

   She sniffled.  "Do the Trojans have a mascot?"

   "Some stupid foam-headed warrior guy." Chloe hugged Zoey and smiled. 
"But the guys on the team have been asking me to bring you around to meet
them.  And you know what Trojans had?"

   "I don't even know what Trojans are.  I thought they were condoms."

   Her sister laughed.  "Yeah but the condoms are named after these ancient
Greek Warriors, like the team.  And Greek Warriors had slave girls.  How do
you feel about being Zoey the Slave Girl, the team's secret spirit mascot?
By the time you actually start going there, you'll already be a tradition."

   Zoey sniffed one more time and wiped away the last tears.  She wasn't
feeling sad anymore.  Things were looking up.  "Do I get a costume?"

   "I'm sure we could make one.  Chains and a collar, at least."

   "Are they going to fuck me?"

   Chloe laughed.  "I think we'd have trouble stopping them.  They'll all
want a turn, probably all at once.  Those guys would make you water tight,
fill every hole at once if you let them, and their Coach has a big mongrel
dog that pounds harder than any of them."

   "I remember, you told me about him.  Okay, that sounds like fun, all of
it.  Thanks sis, you always know how to cheer me up."

   "I was going to give you an orgasm, but if you're already cheered up..."

   "Fuck, then I'm still sad.  But actually I guess I should go tell Daddy
I'm not mad at him anymore and put my tail and ears back on."

   As they walked back towards the master bedroom, "He'd be just as happy
fucking you without that stuff.  Believe me, he fucks me enough and I don't
have a costume."

   "It's like you said though, it won't last forever, and it is fun to
pretend.  And I should apologize to him, he missed his chance to knock me
up."

   "He can't, you know.  He had a vasectomy after you were born."

   Zoey stopped in her tracks, frowned at the unexpected disappointment
shooting through her.  "Oh?  Then why does he..."

   "Cause he wishes he could and it's fun to pretend."

   "Oh," Zoey said again.

   "But that doesn't mean you won't get pregnant, especially if you keep
carrying on the way you have." Chloe rubbed her belly softly.  "I mean it,
believe me."

   Zoey gasped, realizing suddenly that the little bump she'd noticed in
recent weeks didn't just mean Chloe was getting fat.  "You're pregnant?"

   "Yeah.  It's kind of funny, really.  The Trojans?  They never use
condoms.  No matter how much you beg.  Team policy."

   Zoey giggled.  "I'll take my chances.  If I do get pregnant, I'll
pretend it's Daddy's."

   "Ooh, that's a good idea.  He won't believe it, but he'll like it.  Can
I do the same?" Zoey didn't mind.

   They reached the door to the master bedroom and Chloe knocked quickly
before opening the door.  Zoey followed her inside.  Her father and mother,
both naked, sat on the bed, looking sad.  "Zoey, I just wanted to say..."

   "No, Daddy," she said.  "I think there's something I need to say first."
She picked her cat-ear headband off the floor, put it on her head, smiled a
crooked smile and said, "Meow."

   The End
"CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe

   sex practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with
open sores or small cuts.  Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial
sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of
fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is -
masturbation.  Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards
are because they can all be deadly.  Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with
minors should be left to other minors." - Phil Phantom

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