Dragoness Football Game

>The womens football game was going rather well. The fans were cheering and jeering, the score was neck and neck. Nothing could go wrong until the fourth quarter. As quick as a flash and as unexpected as a lightning strike, the players for both Spain and England began to go through strange changes. First, their hands began to swell up, then their bulk and weight increased. Although their uniforms were still torn to shreds, their team colors were still represented by their scales. Whoever was behind this had a sense of humour. The players were so engrossed in their game, they barely noticed their changes such as the claws and talons sprouting from their limbs or the horns stretching from their heads or their increase in height. It was only when both goalie's rears had swollen to the extent that their bubble butts ripped right through the nets that the teams realised what was going on. The audience was speechless at the newly transformed dragonesses and so were the coaches.
>Staring at each other and their opponents for a few moments, the team captains stepped up to one another, the grass feeling awkward on their talons. "Bueno...¿Y que hacemos ahora? What do we do now?" questioned the Spanish captain. >"Guess we'll call it a tie...empate?" The English captain replied and bit her lip at the Iberian beauty in front of her. "What do you say we take this to the locker room? Las taquillas?" The Spanish dragoness grinned and turned away from the chalk white dragoness to her crimson team. "Vamos, chicas. ¡Aseguró que esto va a ser más divertido que el partido!" With that, to the shock of everyone there, the two dragonesses began sauntering into the Stadium, hands on each others hips. The rest of the team members followed suit, goosing and groping their former opponents as they entered to a stunned silence. "Well...looks like we're out of a job." The English coach remarked to the Spanish coach who nodded in agreement.
>Chris grumbled as he got out of his parking space. Here he was, getting a call from that inept coach. "Stupid bastard couldn't even tell me what was going on." He thought to himself as he entered the private section of the stadium. The stupid coach couldn't train a flea circus. "All right, Richardson, there better be a good explanation for all this! Forcing me to come here on a Sunday, I'll have your head!" Richardson didn't notice the threat as he pointed towards the locker rooms. "In there." he muttered with a thousand yard stare. "Letting those spoiled brat not finish the game! What could possibly be going on in the-"
>Chris never got to finish his sentence as he opened the door. There were various erotic noises going on throughout the locker room. The culprit of these sounds were the 22 dragonesses, half red and half white, signifying what team they played for, passionately making love to each other on the benches. Just then, a white dragoness who was getting eaten out by a red one lifted her head to see her manager. "Deeper...Oh shit! Boss! What are you doing here?" the former team captain said as her partner got up from her vantage point to peer at the manager. "Nancy?" Chris managed to stammer, his mind breaking at the sight. "It's brilliant, isn't it? Monica here told me her team's going to play Germany in a couple of weeks. How about we go with them and start setting up a dragoness football division?" Nancy proclaimed. Monica grinned as Nancy goosed her enormous rear. "Podria ser bastante interesante tener una orgia con las dragonas alemanas!" She replied and turned to her partner. Chris ran out of the room and slammed the door, laughing insanely. He approached a young janitor. "Hey! Want to manage a football club?" He said with a crazed look in his eye. "Fuck yeah!" The chav janitor answered. "In there! They're all yours!" Chris responded as he darted out of the stadium, laughing madly all the way.