First Base (Patreon)

Baseball was not Alex’s sport of choice. Having played tennis ever since she was young, she was conditioned to think that all other racket/bat-based sports were inferior. She wasn’t wrong, though; badminton was too easy, table tennis was too hard, and baseball seemed stupid. To the tigress, any sport with a trading card scene wasn’t truly a sport. Her father, the person who wanted her to play tennis, compared sports with trading cards to “That silly game those nerds from Japan like to play, Pokimans or whatever.” He meant Pokémon, of course, but as a parent, it was his duty to mispronounce any and every form of media meant for the younger generation.

“I don’t do baseball, it’s lame,” the tigress shrugged her shoulders and brought her can of Diet Coke to her lips for a sip. After a big gulp that was followed by a refreshing sigh, she turned to look at her friend Tara who had suggested she sign up for the local women’s team. 

Tara was Alex’s only friend in the small seaside town that Alex visited almost every summer. Not only was it a quiet town with a population a fraction of the size of Alex’s megacity hometown, but the people there were often a bit cold to part-time residents who came in, snatched up the houses in the area, and drove the cost of living up. Tara, a cheetah who worked as a lifeguard on the main beach where Alex’s house just so happened to be, was a little cold toward her at first, too, but when Alex had a little surfing accident where only her board resurfaced, Tara had no choice but to be her friend at that moment. After carrying the seaweed-entangled tigress out of the water, giving her chest compressions, and mouth-to-mouth, the tigress couched up the salty sea water and looked up at her savior and said, “Heyyyy, at least buy me a drink first.” The tigress coughed, smiled through the burning pain in her throat, and continued to expel saltwater and seaweed chunks out of her mouth. 

The cheetah was a little annoyed by the cheesy and flirtatious line delivered by the salt water-marinated tigress and rolled her eyes at her. But she smiled, too, even if it was a very small smile that only curled the left side of her lip. And that smile meant the tigress had been able to melt her cold, cold local beach town resident’s heart. 

“Why not? You’re a god at hitting balls, the only real difference is this will be with a bat instead of a racket. Plus, it’ll give you something to do for the summer other than make me drink on the job.” Tara chuckled as she brought a beer to her lips, took a quick swig from the bottle, and set it down in the makeshift holder she had dug in the sand for it. 

Alex took offense to the accusation that she was forcing the spotted cat to drink on duty and furrowed her brows at her. “Oh, shut up, I brought soda! You brought those beers.”

Tara took another swig of her beer and waggled her eyebrows at Alex to taunt her, after a large gulp that sounded like it hurt to swallow, she let out a refreshed sigh and turned the bottle around in her hand to read its label. “Yeah, but if you weren’t here, I’d be in the tower watching over the beach and keeping it safe. You’re a bad influence.”

The tiger nodded slowly at the cheetah’s ludicrous claims. “Uh-huh… The lifeguard tower where you have a fridge full of beer.” Alex brought her Coke can to her lips, took another sip, and turned her attention to the ocean in front of them. It was a great day to relax on the beach; the sun was shining, the waves were big enough to surf on but calm enough to swim in, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The only negative thing about a bright and sunny day at the beach was the seagulls who thought they were entitled to every piece of food on the beach. Their caws really added to the Hollywood-esque beach feel though. 

Alex stared at the waves as they crashed onto the beach for about a minute before Tara threw the screw cap of her beer bottle at her to get her attention. The cap hit the tigress right on the snout and she turned to look at the cheetah with a disgruntled look on her face. 

“So, what do you say?” Tara raised her brows at her friend. The spotted cat’s insistence seemed a little bit off to the tigress considering that the cheetah wasn’t even on the team herself. But maybe it was a small-town thing, where she knew the team captain and promised to help put out some feelers. It still didn’t sit right with the tigress, though, and she decided that if she was going to agree to play a sport that her father would be judgmental of, she needed to know what the cheetah was planning.

“What’s in it for you? Why are you so determined to get me to join?” Alex narrowed her eyes, not quite to a squint, but enough to show Tara that she was suspicious of her. 

Tara, half expecting the tigress to agree just to get her to stop asking her, was surprised when she pried into her reasons. Backed into a corner with nowhere to go and no excuse that she could bring up to quench the tigress’s suspicions, she downed the rest of her beer, set the empty bottle aside, and let out a big half-burp half-sigh. 

“Nothing! I just want you to be part of our community. You’ve been coming here for what, three years now? And I’m your only friend here,” Tara shrugged her shoulders, turned to face Alex completely, and dusted the sand off of the bare fur on her legs. Alex, who was leaning on her arms and taking in the sun on her bikini-clad figure, watched as the cheetah adjusted her seating position with a curiously raised eyebrow. She could feel the real reason coming. 

“Annnnnnnnnd my brother is on the men’s team and I’d really like to see him and his band of batters lose for a change, he’s getting a liiiiiittle too smug about it.” Tara let out a chuckle and smiled as the thought of his brother’s team losing the upcoming game entered her head. Alex was a great tennis player and she was a quick learner when it came to surfing; So, Tara had no doubt in her mind that the tigress would be able to pull off baseball and knock her brother’s smugness down a notch. 

Alex’s eyebrows shot up sky-high at the mention of Tara having a brother, the cheetah had never told her that before. Suddenly, she was a lot more interested. “You never told me you had a brother.” The tigress chuckled and downed the rest of her Coca-Cola. Once she was done with it, she crushed the can in her grip, set it down beside her, and turned her head over her shoulder to look at Tara with a mischievous smile. Alex understood sibling rivalries very well.

“Okay, okay, I’m in,” Alex purred her words, reached into the drinks cooler behind her for one of Tara’s beers, and twisted the cap off. She brought the bottle to her lips for a very long sip that lasted a few seconds. Tara smiled wide and let out a satisfied chuckle once when the tiger agreed and watched as she reached for the cooler. When Alex pulled a bottle of her beer out, popped it open, and started to drink it, Tara’s eyebrows furrowed and she protested. “Hey! You brought Coke, drink that!” 

Alex continued to sip for a few more seconds before she lowered the bottle and smacked her lips. She wiggled a finger toward Tara and shook her head. “Oh, no, no, you’re going to owe me so much for joining in on family drama, this doesn’t make us even either, this is a down payment.” 

Tara rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever. You better win.” 

The tiger chuckled and took another sip of her beer all while side-eyeing Tara with a very playful smile. After swallowing her mouthful of liquid bread, she let out a refreshed sigh, a poorly suppressed burp, and coughed slightly as she replied to her. “Oh, you know I will.” Maybe Alex was the one who needed her confidence knocked down a notch.

“What’s your brother’s name?”

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Signing up to the baseball team in a small town was unusually easy. All Alex had to do was walk up to the women playing baseball at the local field and express her interest in joining the team; which Alex hoped was named something clever, like “The Mound Rushmores” or “Daddy Pitch-ues”. 

After making herself known to the coach and introducing herself, she was put into their red and white uniform and was on the pitch almost immediately. Despite the tigress’s explanation that she had no experience in baseball other than the baseball game on Wii Sports, the coach shoved her onto the diamond anyway and she just had to learn from experience right then and there. It was a very effective method and Alex was a seasoned batter, pitcher, catcher, and runner just in time for the last leg of the summer when the men’s vs. women’s local baseball game was due to start.

Tara wasn’t kidding when she said that their town took baseball very seriously. The town was tiny, but boy did the turnout not disappoint. The baseball diamond was surrounded by basic stands that could hold about 1,000 people max and they were overflowing, the town had a population of about 2,500, and it looked like every single person who took part in the latest census pulled up. 

The tradition of a men’s vs women’s baseball game at the end of summer was one that the town had kept up for over a century. It was heartwarming to see people have so much passion for a  sport that they were willing to watch it go on for upwards of three hours. The game would have ended earlier if they hadn’t tied at 3-3. After an extra tie-breaking inning was added, Alex, the newest player for the “Daddy Pitch-ues” was the last batter up. 

Walking from the bench onto the pitch was more nerve-wracking for the tigress than walking on-stage at her concerts. Weirdly, the smaller crowd felt a lot more intimidating. It was a lot worse when she could see and recognize a lot of the townsfolk in the stands, the ones who judged her and hated her for moving in and driving the property taxes up. Alex twirled her baseball bat around in her hand as she approached the position in front of the catcher from the men’s team, a smug cheetah who was sure he could strike her out. Alex kicked a little bit of sand in his direction as she walked past him. Once she got into position, she knocked the bat against the ground twice and held it up at the ready as she looked straight at the pitcher across from her. The pitcher was a horse because of course he was. As Alex raised her bat, the horse dragged one of his hooves against the sand like an angry bull about to charge at her for wearing just a smidge of red. 

Alex stared him down, kept her bat up, and took in slow and deep breaths to hyperfocus on the tiny ball in the horse’s comically large hands. She watched as he tossed it up and down to taunt her, but remained unfazed. She put on a mean mug, in her own attempt to intimidate the horse. 

The horse did the usual theatrics; he kicked his leg up into the air before hurling the ball toward Alex with all of his strength. It zipped through the air toward her like a rotten egg aimed at a Karen’s house on Halloween. To Alex, the ball looked like it was coming toward her in slow motion, which she used to her advantage. In reality, it took barely a second for the ball to travel the distance between them.

Alex took a deep breath just before the pitcher threw the ball and held it until the ball came close enough for her to swing the bat. She exhaled as her bat swung forward and she hoped for the best.

‘Fwwwwwp… Thwack!’ 

Alex watched in awe as her bat connected with the ball right in the center, sending it flying across the field. Without a moment of hesitation, she dropped the baseball and started running. It was only when she reached first base that she heard the ecstatic shouts from her team, celebrating what she had just done. 'HOMERUN!!! ALEX, HOMERUN!!!'"

The tigress ran for her fucking life, and the men on the other team did the same, trying their best to follow the ball as it zipped across the field. Without the ball in their grasp, they couldn’t stop her from progressing through the bases. They started to panic once she ran through the second base, but Alex’s team and part of the crowd that was rooting for the women started cheering louder and louder. They started chanting Alex’s name, over and over again just like at her concerts. A smile grew across her face as she continued to run all the way back to home base, leaving a trail of dust in her wake. She started to cheer, too, as she approached home base. She threw her arms up into the air and threw her head back like a marathon runner crossing the finish line. As she brought her head back down, she was only a few steps away from home base, but one of the panicking members of the men’s team was directly in her path. 

“Whoa!” Alex yelped as she dug the heels of her Nikes into the ground to slow her momentum. It was too late for her to side-step, too late for her to duck, and when she noticed that she wasn’t stopping; she realized it was too late to avoid a takedown. 

Alex crashed right into the man in front of her and brought him to the ground with her. A loud and sandy thud echoed across the field as the home runner crashed right into the catcher that she had kicked sand at earlier. The cheetah had the wind knocked out of him as he fell onto his back. His glove flew off of his hand and he was left staring up at the blue sky with birds and stars circling his peripheral vision. 

“Guuhhhhh…” Ashton let out a dazed and confused noise as he slowly came to. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was on the ground. Once he realized it, he saw that there was a tigress on top of him keeping him pinned to the ground. His eyes widened when he saw the tiger smiling at him and he looked confused. 

“Uhhhh… Hi…” 

Alex had her foot on the base plate, which meant she had gotten her team the winning point. The crowd went mad, but Alex heard none of it. All she heard was the cute cheetah boy underneath her say hi. 

The tigress tilted her head to the side and stared back at the cheetah under her. He looked very familiar, almost like her friend Tara with short hair, broader shoulders, and no tits. And then it clicked, the cheetah boy that she had pinned to the ground was Tara’s brother, the one she was supposed to humble. Alex turned to look at her foot to make sure she had touched the base, and once she had confirmed her victory, she turned back to look at Ashton with a wide smile. 

“Hi, Ashton,” she purred. 

Ashton continued to stare at Alex as a red blush spread over his cheeks. He had no idea who she was, so he was surprised that she knew him. He struggled to think of a reason why she would know his name, as his Jersey only had his surname on it. 

“Uhhh, do I know you?” 

Alex continued to purr as she lay on top of him. When he asked her if he knew her, the tigress’s smile only grew wider and more sinister. 

“No, but your sister does.” 

The mention of his sister alone made the cheetah boy gulp. His cheeks got redder, and his blue eyes just stared at Alex’s green ones like a high schooler who had just been called up to the front of the class to solve a math problem that he hadn’t been paying attention to. When Alex saw him freeze, she acted quick and introduced herself. 

“I’m Alex.” 

“Hi, Alex.” Ashton was stiff, almost as if he was in shock. He was in shock, but that wasn’t the reason for his stiffness. 

Alex raised her brows when she felt something poke and prod at her inner thigh as she remained on top of Ashton. It didn’t take long for her to realize what it was and she wasted no time in using it as an icebreaker in an attempt to make it less awkward. 

“I don’t think you’re supposed to keep your bat in your pants, Porter.” 

The cheetah boy’s cheeks turned redder than a stop sign and he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He continued to stare at the tigress on top of him and his dick grew into an erection out of his control. 

Alex didn’t make it better when she said; “Oh, I think that’s a bit bigger than standard issue…”

Ashton almost died from embarrassment right then and there.

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Art by PGM300 

Ashton and Tara by SpaceCamper

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