The Anklebiters Part 3: The Exhibitionist Exhibition (Patreon)

The Black Knives were on the lower middle of the Murderball leagues, so they felt like a safe way to gauge the girls. They had their roots back as a human supremacist gang, but they’d really cleaned up about as much as a Murderball team could. They kept the name around, racist implications and all. I suppose people have done stupider things for the sake of tradition.
Gilda has the girls ready at the practice field around noon, our full team of seven. although Tsing looks a bit hungover from last night (you get a good eye for that when you work with a lot of Murderballers). They have their uniforms on; matching dark blue skirts and orange jerseys with low cut tops that hug their variously large breasts. On the back, there's a design of a booted foot about to step into a beartrap (The Anklebiters indeed). I'd assume they were junior sizes that their tits just had to deal with, but I look to Delia and she just winks in approval.
There's a pretty modest crowd of rubberneckers for the game, but the people of Domepeace would watch a bumfight just to see who won. It's probably half the reason the Black Knives took the offer in the first place; they could use some publicity. A dead team was useless, but so was an unpopular one.
I'd talked to their acting captain/coach before and told them to keep it clean, but not to go easy on the girls. I didn't want to baby them and just crush their hopes when they hit the actual league. They also weren't going to be breaking spines out there, so why bother either of us injuring a player in a scrimmage? Captain Duley seems onboard, but that might have just been him nodding off from his breakfast of scotch and bacon. He's a big brown-skinned guy, a little punch-drunk from his years on the field. He tries to even it out with being regular drunk, with mixed results, but he's as decent as he can afford to be. I did him a solid once by offering him a forfeit instead of letting my boys boost their stats for broken bones.
"Alright!" I bark over the field at the ladies. "Let's get this show started! Ten minute game! And you fellahs; let's play it by the rules, okay?" The Black Knives break into a quick burst of laughter at the old joke. No weapons, no magic, and no wearing anything tougher than leather was basically the extent of the rules (besides the timeless rule of "get the ball over there"), and damn if people didn't get away with all three sometimes. The joke went over my girls' heads, but Shar and Tsing managed to chuckle along.
I take the ball and chuck it out between them. It's this solid leathery thing with about a dozen bronze studs hammered into it. It was made to give it some weight and something to grip onto, but it also made sure that you didn't go after the ball unless you could catch it. All that weight with a lump of brass on the end didn't go well with flesh and faces.
The Black Knives are mostly beefy guys, and they clearly go into the match with some amusement. While mine are averaging about three feet high, there's not one below six on their side of the field. The girls rush in, and I'm actually surprised to see Rosemary arrive at it first. Her fuzzy, solid feet book it like mad and snatch up the ball. It takes her a bit of effort, but I'm damn impressed by the mousey girl who had trouble just talking to me yesterday. She made it to the ball a solid 2 seconds before the other team's fastest.
Of course, once they do arrive, Rosemary shrieks like a child and tries to run the other direction. "What the...? No! Rose, other way! Get arou... well, shit."
The field turned into a clusterfuck, and not the fun kind. The teams crashed into each other, with Gilda shoulder checking one of their biggest off his feet. The rest don't fare as well, as Shar is booted out of the way pretty quickly. The kobold tumbles off to the edge of the field, but catches herself by her tail and hurries back out, relatively unscathed thanks to her scales and pointy bits. Delia's at least smart enough to hop aside with some surprising grace beneath all those curves, letting the half-drow's would-be tackler eat the turf instead.
Mindy gives a little battle cry and grabs onto one of the Black Knives' legs. It does almost nothing to have the tiny gnome biting and pulling on his pant leg, and it sure doesn't slow him down. Melty is just genuinely stepped on, but I see the darting of her eyes in her red and purple puddle that says she's okay with that.Their quicker goon catches up to the shrieking Rose, grabbing for the ball. She at least curls up around it protectively, even if she's running towards the wrong goal. The big guy doesn't even mind as he palms one of her chubby little tits and picks her up ball and all. She flails her little feet around helplessly as she's held up in midair by her boob and half a ball.
Tsing's fast to try to intercept him, zipping in the way to try to cover (or recover) Rosemary. Her guy gets her in the tits with his knee and sends her toppling away like a piece of trash in the road... and then he falls over howling in pain. He drops Rose and clutches his ankle, but my eyes instinctively go to Tsing. Sure enough, there's a slight gleam as she does some quick slight of hand and pops a small copper shiv back into her cleavage. I decide to address that later: we're not faring the best already, let alone if they knew she was already an expert on bending the rules. I settle for a call of "Easy on 'em, Tsing!" to try to appease the Black Knives a bit.
Delia runs for the loose ball (loose as in Rosemary was still petrified and clutching her boob as much as the ball), but the one she'd dodged grabbed onto her foot. She turned and stomped one of her dainty little feet on his hand, and I realize why she was the type to wear high heels out on the field. He howls in pain, but throws her a few yards away so he can go after the ball while nursing his arm.
Gilda starts after the ball herself, but she's one of the slower bodies on the field right now. She ends up taking an elbow to the chin, but it barely budges her as she grabs the offending arm and shoulder tosses him before she stomps her work boot down on his ribs.
Rosemary finally opens her eyes to find one of the human runners reaching for her. She shrieks and curls up, but the ball is snatched away... by Mindy. The gnome leapt off her mount on the man's leg and snatched it up before either him or her teammate knew what had happened.
"Somebody go long!" she shouted, scrambling like mad back in the right direction. Shar hasn't made much headway from the start, but that just means she's near mid-field, and that's more progress than what we have right now.
"Kobold! Meet her halfway!" I boom over the ruckus of shouts and curses and flesh and bone collisions. One of their defensive types catches on and runs to intercept her. No matter how good Mindy can throw, I'm not sure she can get it past this tall pile of ugly.
Fortunately, she doesn't have to since he steps right in Melty. He freezes as if he stepped in hot tar, and no amount of pulling gets the red goo off of him. It even molds into numerous little hands that cling to him like chewing gum and start sliding up his pant leg as she starts to reform into her human shape, gurgling something at him in her little slime language. I'm sure that big strong fella had some nightmares later on.
Mindy makes the pass and Shar locks it between her claws, turning and sprinting off on all threes (she’s holding the ball, preventing the all fours). She’s making some headway back towards the Knives' goal when she's grabbed by the tail. Shar squeaks in surprise as she's lifted upside down, her skirt flipping up and showing her round brown bottom as the human shakes her twice to drop the ball into his own hands.
As soon as he turns back to his face our goal, Delia comes flying up at him. Her skirt flies up in a flash of a black thong before her thighs wrap around his head. I know from experience that it's a fun place to visit, but not someplace you'd want to live in. Especially not while there's a half-dozen killer ladies on a field and you have the ball. Delia pelts his head with her tiny fists, but above all she's blinded him and is choking him out between her thick thighs.
The guy drops the ball after a few more seconds, and it's turning into what they call a "Friday Field." It's supposed to be a reference to everyone getting off of work for the weekend, celebrate with some of their week's pay, and everyone getting the same idea at once creates a lot of barfights. It's when things get so chaotic and crowded on the field that you can't even see the ball sometimes, or can't even be sure that they remember the ball exists.
Things finally clear up and I see Tsing keeping her narrow yellow eyes on the ball. She runs up to it at the same time as one of the Knives' boys, but he's got a lot further down to reach. The goblin would be able to snatch it up in half the time, if that was her goal. Instead, she kicks it with her booted foot high and hard enough to flip her skirt up. It rockets the ball straight up so that it crashes right into his junk and drops back to the ground, very much like the player does (except that the ball doesn't squeal like a little girl). Tsing has a quick laugh at his expense, or does until he falls right on top of her. Tsing's pinned down, grabbing at the ball but coming up short.
Another of the Knives scoops it up, Shar diving for his legs and ramming her stubby-horned head into his leg. He staggers but pushes the kobold away so that she falls into the dirt, skidding until she ends up on her stomach with one of her breasts hanging out. She hurriedly stuffs herself back in, suddenly ignoring the game.
Meanwhile the Knife gains another few yards before passing by his buddy. The guy who took a kobold to the knee tries to pass it off, but the new guy waves a hand to try to stop him. Before the guy can take it back, Melty suddenly shoots out of his sleeve like a snake. She hits the ball like someone threw a bucket of jelly at it, knocking it out of the player's hand and landing to reform herself a few feet back our way. She looks a little puzzled to be not holding the ball before she rotates her head around and sees it stuck inside her, technically in her ass. She bubbles a little giggle and wiggles it before she starts to slither surprisingly quickly back towards the goal.
No matter how she moves, she's still a lot smaller than the humans on the Black Knives. Two of them break free from the melee, and while Gilda rams one down from the side, the other overtakes Melty and grabs her ass... er, the ball. It pops off easily enough, and even rotating her upper body twisting all the way around, he's dug his heels into the dirt and starts the other way. He winces and tries to shake off some of the goop, but there's a good centimeter or so of Melty painted over it. Gilda starts to get in his way, but almost trips over the squealing and thrashing Rosemary. She'd just been diving and darting around not being stepped on, and honestly looks nearly untouched apart from some dirt on her uniform. If she could hold onto the ball, then she might just be useful in that sense.
I manage to think of another way to use the panicking girl. "Gilda! Pick up Rosie!" She reacts quickly and takes the halfling by the sides and holds her up like a busty, curly-headed human shield. Rose doesn't even open her eyes, she just kicks her fuzzy little feet and squeals some more. "Noooo! No no no! Don't hit me!" she babbles, right before one of her spastically kicking feet smash into the ball. It goes rocketing into the air until it vanishes in the sun.
I check on the stopwatch, and it's got about twenty seconds. About half of that time's spent with the ball coming down, and everyone squinting up to figure where it is... except for Mindy. She just runs for the opposing goal, seems to check her footing a few times, and then waits looking towards the goal about twenty yards back. I can see her lips moving slightly, mouthing something to herself. Delia has to turn her nocturnal eyes away before too long, and Tsing takes the opportunity of everyone looking upward to elbow one of the Black Knives in the groin, snickering to herself.
The ball comes down like a comet, leaving a dent in the field about six inches in front of Mindy. Her hyperactive gnome brain must have done the math and figured where it would land without wanting to be in its path when it touched down. She grabbed the sticky, dirty ball when it bounced back up and hurled it to land once again in the other team's end of the field. My watch gives off its mechanical whistle and I wave it over my head.
"Alright! That's game, ladies!" I shout over, starting towards the field. I head towards Duley, who had slowed his charge into a jog at hearing the whistle. He and most of his boys look exhausted and a little battered. The others are down with a bloody leg or a freshly punched set of balls.
"Damn," Duley huffed, leaning on his knees as I approach. "Good game, Burnsides. No shame in a tie."
"What do you mean?" Mindy asks, tilting her head. "I got the ball over there. That's the rule."
"Somebody's got to be touching it," Duley corrected, chuckling a little before he spits out a bit of blood. "Can't just chuck it. Where's the violence in that?"
"No. We won. We HAD somebody on the ball." Duley looks at her strangely, and the gnome runs off after the ball. She brushes off some grass and holds it up for the captain to look at. It is, in fact, still coated almost completely in Melty's red ooze.
"Are you kidding? Because she bled on it?" Duley defends, but he frowns like she might be right.
"It's not blood. Melty doesn't have any blood," Mindy corrects matter of factly. "And so long as a piece of the player's physical body is still attached, it counts as a point. Look at the ruling in The Bison Bay Berserkers vs The Undermountain Underdogs in 993. Chuck Hudson made the winning point because his arm was torn off his body while it landed in the goal zone."
Duley puts his fists on his hips and then looks at me. I smile as I remember that one. "I mean... it's not really a part of..."
The pile of slime on the ball pops a pair of eyeballs and looks at him. Duley jumps back in surprise as Melty finally comes out and touches the ball, loudly slurping up the missing bits of her body while glaring at the player who pulled it out of her.
I grin proudly. "It sure does look like we win... but Mindy. Where the hell did you learn that?"
Mindy looks at me like I'm stupid. "I can read." Aha. That explains it. It IS because I'm stupid.
"Handy trick, that," I praise. "But she's right. Look it up all you want, Duley, but we win."
The girls all start to cheer and hop up and down despite their bruises and fatigue, and I think the Black Knives don't feel too bad about losing to a bunch of tiny women because of all the jiggling that ensues. Rosemary seems to finally calm down. She looks confused to realize that the game was over with and she'd contributed before she joins in the celebration.
"We won! We won our first game! Do we do anything special?!" Gilda asks me excitedly through her big smile. "Like dump ale on you or  decapitate the water boy or anything?" The teams all tended to have a weird tradition like that (the Neversun Necromancers were weird...).
"Well," I offer. "That sort of develops with the team, but the old fashioned way is the team carries the coach off the field." And sometimes either pat him on the back or rip him into pieces, depending how the game went, but I skip that part. I look down at the girls, who look up at me awkwardly. "Buuuut I don't see that happening. It'd be easier for me to carry you all."
There's some more quiet. I sigh and kneel down. "Alright. Get on. You earned it." There's some laughs and cheers as they pile on. I'm just about buried in tits by the time they're all in place between my arms and back, trudging my way back to the bar to celebrate a lot of raw potential with a need for a shitload of actual training and experience.

I end up dumping the girls on the floor of the bar where we met. They've all got laughing, dirty faces as I drop some gold on shots. Everybody takes one, even Rosemary. She keeps getting her hair ruffled or her back patted by the rest of the girls.
"You all still need a lot of work, and it's still early... but damned if I'm not impressed," I praise them raising my mug of ale I've been using to fill the time between celebratory shots. "You've actually got the workings of a real team. A little green around the edges..." Tsing kicks me in the knee under the table. "So to speak... but we can hammer that out later. Practice and teamwork, that's what we really need. But..." I gesture at our resident gnome. "Mindy. You're MVP and the thinker on the team. What do you think we still need to level out this bunch?"
Our new strategist has her shotglass stuck in her mouth before she pulls it out with a pop. "More shots!" she cheers.
"I was looking for 'muscle,' actually," I correct patiently. "So tell me: what's The Anklebiters really all about? Is there a height limit going on?"
The group looks to Gilda, who thinks a moment. "I mean, not really. We kind of want to be the smallfry, the underdogs... so as long as they're kind of small, they'd fit in."
"I can work with that," I say with a nod. "I'll get back to you with what I can dig up, but I think I've got a good lead. Can't have you being the only heavy hitter on the roster, and we could use a sub if someone gets injured before we can get you to a healer."
We have a few griffon wings and finish off some more drinks before I head back to my room for a change of clothes and a nap before dinner. There's a knock and I call them in while I'm undoing my shirt. The door shuts, and when I look back, it's Gilda and Mindy, grinning widely at me.
"Good call out there, coach," Gilda says, her cheeks rosey enough to fill in some of the space between her freckles. They say you have to boil down rubies to make the stuff strong enough to get a dwarf drunk.
"Lucky shot," I shrug. "If you last long enough and try enough times, you've got to get them once in a while. You girls did all the heavy lifting."
Gilda steps up to me, and like the first time we met, she shoved me in the stomach. It's not as harsh as before, since I just fall over onto my back on the bed. Mindy's delicate fingers undo my pants and pull them down around my ankles.
"You uh.... you girls okay?" I manage as the two short, busty ladies run their hands up either of my legs before they each cup one of my balls.
"Relax, boss," Mindy giggles with a high-pitched little burp. "Practice and teamwork, right?" She opens up her tiny mouth and takes the head of my dick in between her lips. It's obvious she can't fit the whole thing in, but she does her best and gets a couple inches in. Gilda makes up for the rest, putting her head just below Mindy's and wrapping her mouth around the lower half of my shaft so that between the two of them, they're covering it in their warm mouths.
Some of the coaches will tell you that the pride in seeing your team succeed is the greatest reward. That's nice and all, but I can think of a few that are better than that.