Suits me (Nsfw)

> “Loud! You in here?” The couch walked into the locker, turning the corner to see their team's mascot standing at attention.
> “Yes sir, Couch, uh sir. I’m here.” The suit saluted with a muffled voice underneath.
> “Yes, Lincoln I know it's you. I was looking for your sister. Need to get her input on what strat we should go for in the next game. I'm thinking of either a pincher maneuver or a full charge down the middle.”
> As the couch looked over his notes The squirrel suit rustled a little. “What?...No, I'm not gonna- Fine,... You know IF she were here, she’d probably suggest the pincer move.” It was a good thing that Lincoln was wearing a fake squirrel to cover his fake smile.
> “I figured. Girl loves her odd maneuvers.”
> “Boy does she- OW!”
> “You alright Loud?” Couch watched as the costume deflated before standing back up.
> “Uh yes Couch Sir. Just twisted my ankle practicing some moves. Should be good by the next game.” The coach nodded not caring.
> "Alright then, see you around Loud." Lincoln watched the coach leave the room before sitting back down. The suit rustled again.
> “Really?" He paused for a second. "You know what sure; I'm suddenly good for another round.” The suit wiggled a little, bouncing a little. “Aw yeah, right the-“
> “Hey Loud!” The Lincoln tried to stand but seemed to have some extra weight on the waist at the moment.
> "Uh yes Couir? I mean Siouch?” Lincoln soluted from the bench, finding it hard to speak.
> "No need to get up.” Couldn't even if he wanted too. “I just wanted to ask, you and your sister. You seem close.”
> “...You could say that.”
> “Don't take it personally, but your not what I’d call… sports competent, like I've seen you practice with her."
> "You've what!"
> "Yeah, on the field, you always act like that ball is gonna kill you if it hits you."
> "Oh... uh yeah, well, she does have a killer throw."
> "And that's why she's our best player, but you know don't tell her I said that."
> There was a low squee coming from the suit. "She'll never know."
> "know, But your sister really pushed for you to be the mascot on the team. Why’d you take it?”
> “Well because I love her, I mean yeah she's a bit bossy, but it's only because she isn't very... subtle in expressing herself” The suit jumped a little.
> “You alright Loud?” Noticing that Lincoln seemed to have a hard time breathing. "Maybe you should take the suit off.
> “No!" He slapped the couches hands away. "I just need to some privacy, gotta get in the zone and what not-Seriously, cut it out!"
> “Excuse me?”
> “I’m sorry, I just meant I need to toughen up, I can't expect you to look after me all the time. I'm just Mah!-Mascot.”
> The coach put a hand on Linc's shoulder. "Don't talk like that. Any good team needs a good mascot, and that makes you just as important." Giving a good pat on the back, thankfully the suit muffled the moans. "Besides, ever since you joined, your sister has been blowing away the competition."
> “Please don’t say blow. “ He strained his voice. As the couch finally walked to the exit.
> “Anyway tell your sis to work on her passes. I’ll see you next game Loud."
>”YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS sir.” The coach jumped as the squirrel suit jumped up with a powerful thrust.
> “Eh, good enthusiasm kid, but keep it on the field.” The coach backed out of the room. Leaving Lincoln alone to finally able to take off the mask.
> Covered in sweat and finally breathing some fresh air, almost felt like collapsing. Only to shaken out of it as a sweaty Lynn poked out of the next of squirrel suit to get some air, only take a good long whiff of their stench.
> “MmmmMmmm lovin' that stank. Ay Linc?”
> “Dang it, Lynn. I gotta Wash this stupid suit again. It takes it like three cycles to get the jizz stains out.” and speaking from experience, they did leave stains. "And you couldn't have waited until after he left the room?"
> “Hey I was already in the middle of good rhythm. And c'mon, don’t tell me almost getting caught didn’t make it hotter?” She Gave him a sweet peck on the cheek, which always calmed him down.
> “Yeah... it did.” Comes for the sports, cum again for the sex.