Baseball with Bronx

>It was a sunny day at New Ridge stadium, or as your inner Ridgion would say “It’s fuckin hot as shit! holy fuck!” You wipe your brow as you adjust your baseball cap, the “Back Breakers!” logo protected you partially from the sun, bless it in all its stitched red lettered glory.
>A couple months ago you couldn’t see yourself having V.I.P seats to baseball game. But here you are as close to the game you can get without being on the bleachers. But you weren’t really here for the game.
>In all honesty you weren’t all that into baseball for quite some time, unlike most of the city whose brick dust snorting locals would lynch you for thinking such blasphemy. You honestly just felt that it was a boring.
*KwaKoom!!!!*
>You suddenly feel your entire body fly back in your seat as you spill half of your drink on yourself, followed by your hat now being, well it’s gone.
>”Ha! Is anyone keepin’ count cause I’m not!” A feminine yet husky voice yelled out,
>You can’t help but chuckle as you peel yourself from your seat. Yep, there she is in all her smug glory.
>The 8 foot tall orange scaled dragoness wore a toothy grin on her snout, her eyes hidden under her hair and baseball cap. Her arms despite being chubby definitely had some muscle behind it, what with how the ball seemed to literally part some clouds on its way out of the stadium.
>Her breasts where held back by the top of her uniform, which parted to reveal her rather generous stomach which was easily half your size, however it had no effect on how she played.
>It did however, mean she had a massive appetite, you swear she gains a couple pounds every time you take her out to eat somewhere. >Most of which seemed to go to her thighs, which seemingly had a mind of their own as the jiggled with each movement of her scaled legs.
>The dragons panties are partial visible, the black straps holding onto her tail for dear life.
>”Another home run from Bronx Brooklyn!” An overly excited announcer yelled out. That guy was definitely dead inside. You lean near the edge of your seat your drink dangling off the edge as you take a s-
>”Mine.” Bronx suddenly snatch’s the drink your your hand with her mouth.
>The dragon then bites into the metal of the can and shotguns it in half a second, before smashing the can on her hidden forehead, she then lazily throws it back to you, a shit eating grin on her snout as she waves to you all while she runs firm base to base.
>You mockingly clench your heart, as if to look hurt.
>Okay it was actually really hot out so it did actually hurt you emotionally, just a little though.
>the can hits you in the forehead with a dull *clunk*. Ow, you rub your now exposed forehead as you look at the score, oh wow, guest 5 home 80.
>This is pretty much a massacre at this point but Bronx was known for going all out whenever she could. Bronx takes her time circling around the lot before stopping once she circles near you again.
>”Ha! Didya’ see that!” Her trademark grin plastered on her face as she beams at you, waiting for her inevitable praise.
>”You knocked me backward by just swingin’ your damn bat, you can bet your tangerine colored ass I did!” Your accent sudden comes out as you attempt to sound more stoked than you actually are.
>A hoarse yet joyful laugh escapes Bronx, before she puffs up her chest causing her sweat covered gut to heave causing viable drops of sweat to drip off of her. Bronx ignores the heat and flex’s both of her arms causing them to ripple slightly. “More where that came from.” She grins widely at you before turning around.
>You lean further over the stand as you watch her return to her team, she loves to be praised, a lot, to the point where it’s kinda awkward at times, but it keeps her pumped while she plays. You don’t care for baseball, but she sure does. And honestly that’s good enough for you.


>You honestly did not know being ‘Mercied’ was possible in professional baseball but apparently being 160 to 5 is enough for that to happen.
>Those poor Sparrow bastards. First professional team to get mercied. The thought briefly crosses your mind as you wait outside the stadium for a certain star player.
>Sure enough you soon hear the tell tale stomping of an orange and rather exhausted looking Bronx.
>she’s leaning against a rail lined wall as she lazily holds her bat, using the reinforced club as a way to keep her up.
>A bit worried you quickly run over to the huffing dragoness.
>”You okay Bronx?” You ask trying not to sound condescending.
>Bronx leans against the wall as she stretches her arms behind her head. “I’m sweaty, I hit 40 home runs in one day and I haven’t eaten a bite. How do you think I’m doing?” She asks turning her head and presumably glaring at you.
>You blink, awkwardly shuffling your feet for a bit, trying to think of something to say.
>”I can cook you something on the grill at your place if you wan-
>You suddenly feel yourself being pulled forward into something very soft, and kinda slick. “You’re the best damm boyfriend a gal could ask for!” She yells as she begins to drool slightly.
>You can barely hear her as she nearly suffocated you against her breasts, your legs flailing against her wet stomach.
>The stench of grass and her obvious exertion is strong from this close, but you ignore it, trying not to ruin the moment.
>Seeingly regaining her tomboy nature Bronx pushes you out of her clevage and gut and back onto the ground. A blush coming across her seemingly eyeless face.
>”Uh, It would be cool if you did that. I’m fuckin tired as shit.” She says attempting to sound uncaring as she walks towards the exit, you following behind her.
>Walking next to her you slowly begin inching closer to her an action she does not fight, as the two of you begin the long walk towards her house.
>Bronx is practically leaning against you as you finally arrive near her modest home. It wasn’t exactly huge, but it was definitely nicer than where you lived. The orange dragon opened her oversized door as she began to stumble inside, the wood creaking underneath her as she quickly goes towards the nearest couch and falls down on it with a sigh. The large couch screaming in pain as she threw herself on it.
>Bronx quickly gets to work at removing her sweat stained Back Breaker uniform almost tearing her top off of herself as she tosses it behind the couch.
>Her heavy breathing fills the room as she attempts to catch her breath from the long day of destroying another team. Her arms and gut glistening in the lamp light.
>You begin to get to work in the kitchen simply taking a bunch of hotdogs out of their packaging as you set up your “Bronx sized” pot onto the large stove with a grunt of exertion.
>As you begin boiling you hear your girlfriends breath begin to steady itself into calm breaths.
>Figuring this’ll take at least an hour or two you decide to see how the star is doing.
>You walk over to the black couch to see, Bronx in a stained black undershirt, why was she wearing that under her umpire?
>She is currently watching the sports center in her signature red panties. Her grin now gone as she watches the TV with a blank expression.
>”What’s with the black top?” You ask as you attempt to climb up the large couch, only to get stuck with one leg nearly kicking her stomach and one leg, your a solid foot off the ground,as you struggle to get on the couch.
>Oh great, she’s gonna have a field day with this...
>To your surprise she simply helped you get on without a word and holds you close to her, your face just above her bosum, she’s holding you like a kid holds a stuffed toy.
>”I was good out there today. Right?” Bronx asks you, her grip tightening around you forcing you deeper inside of her soft body.
>”Shure dud!” Is your muffled response form your flesh prison.
>She is silent for a moment saying nothing as she holds you, watching a program you for the life of you cannot hear.
>A familiar toothy grin comes over her face as she brings your face towards hers.
>”Ah, who gives a shit what they think, I know I’m awesome!”
>Before you can react a tongue is forced between your lips, its length strangling your smaller tongue in a sudden battle for dominance.
>Bronx sudden turns over, her sudden shift in weight trapping you, as she continues to assault your mouth. You bring your hands up to prop up the sudden weight only to have your hands meet the exposed clevage of her breasts, feeling hormones take over you cup your hands over her breasts, each tit was the size of your entire upper body, but you did your best to squeeze as much of them as possible.
>Your effort is rewarded with a guttural moan as Bronx thrusts her tongue even deeper into your throat at the sudden change in tension. A familiar feeling starts making its way to your lower body as you feel yourself press up against the top of her gelatinous stomach.
>Instinctively she begins to move her stomach in a wave like motion massaging your member as she pulls your face closer to hers, you still can’t see her eyes but you can tell she is staring into yours.
>Wrapping your arms around her neck you begin to slowly trace your figures along her back, causing her to softly coo as you tongue begins to softly throb from it’s strangulation.
>The two of you break apart for air, both breathing heavy from the sudden heat you two are feeling. Her breath however practically burns your neck with how hot her breath is against your bare skin.
>”Your pants, take them off...” She practically growls.
>She isn’t asking, and she seems to be on top of you at the moment, her claws hook into your jeans.

>The gyration from her stomach momentarily ceasing as she lifts her body as she forcefully pulls your pants off with a sudden swiftness. Throwing them behind her, now in the nude, due to your damned commando nature, the dragon quickly brings her body back down on you.
>You feel the wind knocked out of you for a moment, your now exposed shaft now situated in...something.
>Bronx has a blush on her orange face, "Your in my gut dude..." Her voice practically a whisper.
>You look at Bronx as she stares at you. Slowly the star player begins gyrate her stomach once more. Neither of you really believing about what your about to do. But neither of you wanting to object.
>Her stomach felt so soft, as it enveloped your mass like a warm waterbed, but with more give, and slick with sweat. You start to push yourself against her as she starts to quicken.
>Her breath starts to quicken "F-fuck that's sensitive! This is so fucked..." She brings her head closer to yours, "Don’t you dare to fucking stop." She growls in your ear as her nostrils flare.
>Bronx suddenly pushes herself down in you with force, her breasts squishing against your chest as your member is forced deep into her stomach you swear you couldn't even feel the back of it, how deep was she?
>Slick arms wrap around you as you force yourself to thrust against her stomach.
>Needy, guttural moans fill the room as she locks her arms around your torso, forcing you into another kissing match. The couch was starting to become damp with sweat as creaking wood seemingly groaned in pain as she continued to assault your mouth.
>Her stomachs movements getting violent as she moves her back and forth with force, humping your erect cock. Finally you feel yourself start to give in her barbaric advances now pushing you to your limit. You desperately try to gasp for breath between her assaults, trying to tell her the news. “Bron-your cut off by another kiss forcing your mouth to be filled with tongue.
>”Do it coward.” Bronx snarls into your mouth as she continues her erotic humping.
>Suddenly the dragoness releases her hold on you and pushes her arms against the sides of she stomach suddenly encasing your member tightly. You gasp as you feel yourself suddenly release inside of her. Both of your bodies shuddering.
>Bronx’s whole body violently shakes from her thighs to her stomach, to her neck, as she collapses on top of you, her panties now ruined.
>The couch is wet with the combined sweat of your love session, both of you breathing heavily as you simply lay with each other, enjoying the heat of each others body’s.
>Slowly Bronx wraps her powerful arms around you once more, but this time, she is gentle. She simply holds on to you, a content grin on her dragonic face. “Good job, lover boy~” Bronx whispers in your ear as she pulls you closer to her, you don’t object.


A loud growl leaves Bronx’s stomach causing you to moan at the sudden vibrations. The dragon snarls in annoyance at her hunger. “Fuck off, we’re having a moment ya jerk.” Bronx said as her arrogant gut growled louder as if to retort to its master.