Ball Game
by
Varien Quill

A sound mind in a sound body. According to that saying, anyone despite of their species, gender, or even age should have to take care of their physical health, making them happy and less stressed. Because of that, there was no discrimination in starting a sporting event. If someone wanted to participate, they almost always could form a team and compete against the others.
Just like that day, when two groups were playing volleyball on a grassy field, nearby a rather small town. Because it was not only a second league championship, it was also purely female teams. And according to half-empty bleachers, not many of the locals were interested in cheering on any of the teams. Most of the so-called fans were males, who were probably interested in sportswomen's physique, then their skills.
"I've got it!"
Amelia, team captain of the Highlanders, dived towards the ball and bounced it with her forearms back to the enemy team. The rest of the group was a sheep with sheared off wool but leaving some on top of her head. All of them wore short skirts, just like their male counterparts with traditional kilts.
"Mine..." a short hiss could be heard from the other side of the net. The team of nagas was challenging the sheep for the title, desiring to move on to the first league. All of them were filled with pure determination, wanting to show off these hoofed women that they don't need legs to win. And indeed, she swiftly slithered on her long, broad tail, before leaning backward and suddenly springing her body forward like a slingshot, hitting the ball with such power, it bounced off the other half of the field. The sheep could barely react to such force.
Aseya, captain of the Snakes hissed mischievously, while other nagas embraced each other for a brief moment, before preparing themselves for sheep's serve.
While all of them showed a lot of great work, the supporters were focused on other kinds of spheres, looking in other directions. Indeed, whenever any of the females moved towards the ball, her breasts were jiggling as well, bouncing sometimes harder than the ball itself. Those who preferred other parts of their body could easily look at the strong legs or rumps of the sheep. But others surely could find nothing else than naga's bosom to gaze upon, especially when they were slithering on the ground, moving like a belly dancer.
"Nice tits."
John, Bob, and Tyler. Three bulky bovines were sitting alone in the front row, fixated on the reptile team, while wearing nothing but white wife-beaters. Each of them had a completely different color of fur, from John's black, to Bob's brown and finally ending on white Tyler. 
"You said that like ten times already, Bob. Can't you find anything else to stare at?" Tyler said, opening yet another can of light beer since it was the only kind available to purchase here. Judging by the mess of the empty cans below them, it wasn't the first or last pint of cold liquid.
"Shut up. We all know why we came here in the first place. And since we're the only mammals here to cheer on Snakes, we're left alone. I don't know what's the problem with other lizards, but they keep looking at us funny..." Tyler said, noticing how other nagas on the bleachers were giving them death stares.
"Probably because you're dead drunk and keep talking shit about their species. Not like I'm any different. I would still fuck them in the... do nagas have an ass, anyway?"
Tyler finished the pint and crushed the small can against his forehead, before dropping it below on the ground.
"Cloacas. Whatever that is. Something about having ass and cunt together. Never seen one yet." The white bull burped out loud afterward, before shouting to one of the nagas from the currently playing team.
"Oi, lizard. Show us your fucking cloaca. I know you have one!" But he immediately was dragged down by Bob, huffing at him angrily.
"Shut your goddamn mouth, idiot. You'll get us all kicked out!"
"Or even worse..." John added.
The pearly white bull shrugged, searching through his bag for more beers to drink, ignoring the gazes from his friends, as well as nagas sitting on the bleachers.
"You know what? Whatever. Do what you want, I'm not interested in volleyball anyway. Even if they'll kick us out, we can still enjoy some other kind of action for now." John said.
"You know it, brother." Bob nodded, taking a can of cold beverage from Tyler's bag, now fixated on nagas and their physique.
"Ha, take that!" Amelia cheered, after scoring another point for her team, before joining the other girls in a brief group hug. The reptiles hissed, annoyed at yet another loss.
"Fucking assholes..." the one said. "I wouldn't be so distracted if not because of those bulls over there..."
Aseya could only nod, preparing herself for a service, watching the ball now flying from the sheep's side. The ball was coming closer... and closer...
"Pull down the shirt! You're all naked under your waist anyway!" Tyler yelled, while the other two only chuckled, apparently not caring about causing trouble anymore.
The powerfully served ball hit the captain's cheek, knocking her down, and making her collapse on the grass. The others slithered closer, trying to help their teammate and friend back on her tail.
"Why the fuck this judge isn't doing anything with these idiots?" Aseya scoffed, rubbing the side of her scaly head, before suddenly hearing a whistle. Although it was only because of the loss of the set, making them tied with the sheep's team. One-to-one.
Behind the Snakes team, another naga was sitting on the reserve's bench, clearly annoyed by this circumstance, glancing over and over again at the bulls. While she could be needed anytime soon, she used this distraction to leave, eventually disappearing under the bleachers.

*****

"What the hell are you doing? No, really. What are you thinking? Are you that drunk, asshole?"
John shrugged, using a bright pink marker to write something on his ballsack like it was something completely normal to do. His pants were completely removed, now lying on the ground next to empty cans of beer.
"You'll see. But you'll have to participate as well. Just tell me if it looks good." he said to Bob, showing off both of his balls.
"I'm not looking at them, that's gay, idiot." The brown bull replied, but somehow looking down at the sack. "S and N? Is that an acronym or whatever?"
"It's supposed to say Snakes, wiseguy. Just take this marker and get to work. No matter if the lizards will win or lose, we'll have some fun at their expense."
The other bovines shook their heads. While John was usually the brain of their small group, often his ideas were backfiring hard. Bob took a marker and started writing with it. 
"Why the hell it has to be pink, huh? That's even gayer!"
"Because we need the brightest one and the yellow was out of stock. Just stop whining and pass me the beer, would you?"
Bob sighed, giving John another can, while Tyler finished their peculiar plan by adding the last letters to his ballsack. Afterward, in strange circumstances, both Bob and Tyler rubbed their sacks.
"Shit, this paint is so itchy. Hopefully, I don't have an allergy. I don't want to lose my fucking balls because of you, asshole." Tyler grunted, while John only chuckled.
"Not like you're using them in the first place. Got any more pretzels back there? I'm starving."
All three of them were now sitting bottomless, showing off their feelings of pride. Although because of how bleachers were constructed, it was hard to notice that they were half naked, drying scrotums in the air. But there was someone who eventually noticed it.
One of the reserves, naga Siya slithered below their seat, thinking about any kind of plan that would shut them up or maybe even humiliate them. Bite their asses? No, that would achieve nothing, she thought. But there had to be something to be used.
"Fucking pigs..." she said quietly, seeing all the trash on the ground. While this stereotype was quite offensive to the swine, even they weren't that dirty and reckless. She noticed a bag with some food and a lot of still-full cans of alcoholic beverages, which could extinguish the thirst of her whole team, let alone these three stooges. Steal them? That would make them only more pissed, she answered to herself. 
While she kept crawling, she could feel something hanging low next to her. And not one but three pairs of it. And she couldn't believe her own eyes, thinking it was just a dream. Did she hit her head and passed out?
Six large, quite heavy, and spherical balls were dangling low under their immense weight, swaying lightly from one side to the other, stretching the skins of the ballsacks. All of them were waiting for Siya, who suddenly grew hungry within a minute.
After taking a closer look, she noticed something unusual on their other sides. Bright pink letters shone in the dim lighting under the bleachers. 
"Sna... snak... snac... what?" The naga squinted her eyes, trying to read it. Are those bulls made some kind of word with their balls? Because two of the letters were partially rubbed off, instead of Snakes, it read...
"Snacks! Oh my! Was it their idea for an apology? And all of them are for me?"
She started thinking if she should snatch all of those balls for herself, taking revenge on her team's behalf. But on the other hand, other nagas should have some kind of feast as well. While not deciding yet, she had to somehow remove them undetected. And there was one, obvious way.
Almost all of the nagas had fangs not only for the display or eating hard food but also to inject a rather powerful venom. Usually, it was used to numb the prey before killing it, but it was in the old days when the meat wasn't in supermarkets. But this species kept this reminder of their ancient times, even if not used that often.
While Siya kept staring at those delicious, plump orbs, a hand suddenly appeared from above, almost touching the naga, dangerously close to spoiling her plan.
"Damn, where's that beer? It should be somewhere over here..." one of the bulls grunted, blindly searching for the beverage. The naga quickly picked one of the cans and hold it right below his hand, which eventually grabbed it and disappeared. Naga sighed in relief, hearing the hiss of the can.
She picked the first, black ballsack for her endeavor. Wanting badly to weigh it with her palm, she had to be patient and discreetly use her fang to lightly pierce the skin, injecting the powerful venom into it. The sharp tooth sank effortlessly, while naga was holding her breath, hoping for the best. Her heart pounded, while she was focused on the bull and his reaction.
Right after she pulled out, John scratched his ballsack in the same place she had just bitten into. Luckily for her, he didn't suspect anything and venom was already in place. Now she had to wait and pray.
After a few long minutes that felt like forever, Siya raised her hand and steadily approached the first ball with the letter S on it, caressing it carefully. When bull would look down, he could see a naga holding one of his precious jewels. But it didn't happen.
Not hearing or seeing any reaction, she caressed the whole sack, weighting it with her palm, letting out a gasp, greatly impressed by its mass. She just had to taste it, no matter the potential dangers. She slithered closer, pulling her long, slim tongue out of her maw, wrapping it around both of the orbs, hissing quietly, filled with lust.
The naga enjoyed his sweat and musky scent, only adding to the already enlighting experience of tasting such trophies of masculinity, even if those will be potentially lost sooner or later. Eventually, Siya took one of those heavy orbs inside her mow, sucking on it like a hard jawbreaker. How many licks will it take to the center of it? She joked to herself.
Knowing that this bull was completely numb in this particular part of his sticky body, she played with the other ball, squeezing it quite hard, not caring about hurting it at all. She played with her food like a toddler, prioritizing her fun over nourishment.
Siya didn't have much time and still had to take care of the other two pairs of fantastic testicles. She unhinged her jaw, resembling now a feral snake with her maw opened incredibly wide, showing off a whole set of sharp teeth and a void leading to her throat. It finally closed around the top of the bull's scrotum, snatching it from the rest of his body. She felt the weight inside one of her cheeks, which bulged out significantly. Siya didn't swallow it just yet.
Noticing that she wasn't caught, the naga slithered to her next victim, sucking hard on the previously removed balls, clearly enjoying their raw, fleshy taste. She looked at the brown ballsack, slightly larger than the first one. It was a bit more stretched, probably because his balls looked heavier. Just one more reason to take that pair as well.
Trying her best not to drop the testicles out of her mouth, she exposed her fangs and pierced Bob's skin, pouring potent venom and praying in her head. Still incredibly lucky, the bull didn't notice a thing, not even trying to scratch his soon-to-be lost balls. Siya couldn't be happier with this outcome.
While waiting, the balls inside her maw danced around from one cheek to the other, being sucked with inner walls, tasted by the wet, thin tongue. She massaged her perky bosom, while hardened nipples poked through tight material. But she couldn't touch herself for too long, having an important task at hand.
She came back from hiding, before touching both of the orbs, fixated on their size and girth. She couldn't wait to take them as well, but at the same time remembered to be patient or this whole plan will be foiled by her lack of patience. 
This time the naga had a slightly different idea about those orbs. Siya used one of the fangs to cut through the middle of the long, leathery scrotum, wanting to take a look at those bare testicles.
And there they were, resting and silently begging to be eaten. But because she wanted to treat those balls equally, she didn't snatch them right away from their place. Instead, she took the whole sack into her partially filled maw, murmuring to herself. It was so stretched out and long, it almost touched the back of her throat. Eventually, she bit hard through the skin and flesh, separating it from the bull's abdomen, and holding it with her teeth so it doesn't end up in her stomach.
Now almost fully satisfied, the naga backed down and watched the last bull taking the beer from the bag, while his sack was still glowing in the dark, almost intimidating her. Just wait, she thought. You're next.
Siya kept munching on all four orbs, without using her teeth so other nagas could taste them as well after she'll finish this little revenge. The naga crept closer toward white, bulky legs while staring at gigantic balls within the tight sack. While she prepared her fangs when suddenly something rubbed her bald head.
"Huh? Did you guys take a bowling ball with you?" Tyler asked, confused.
"No. Why?"
While the naga quickly escaped, the white bull's hand didn't find anything else.
"Nevermind. It's probably nothing."
Now determined, Siya returned to her prey, swiftly using both of her fangs to inject the rest of her venom into his ballsack, hopefully making it faster to numb his senses down there. After being patient for only two minutes, she took the whole scrotum into her already crowded maw, not caring anymore if the bull is going to feel anything or not. But her stubbornness was left unpunished and the white bull kept drinking a light beverage with no care for this world.
The naga panted, her breasts moved up and down with her heavy breathing. Siya's jaw was already feeling sore from holding all of this precious bounty, barely able to keep them inside her cheeks. Her cloaca was moist from all of these feelings, begging to be touched by her skillful fingers, but it wasn't the time or place for that. Finally, she used all of her razor-sharp teeth to ravenously slash through all that skin and flesh, almost damaging the goods inside it. She gulped down all of it, barely able to breathe, drooling immense amounts of saliva on the ground. The taste was truly divine, making her dizzy but also fulfilled. Each of those balls was like its own feast. The one she deserved, at least in her mind.
And with that, she left, unseen by anyone.
"Game, set, and match!" The referee blew his whistle after that. Sore, defeated nagas groaned, not able to get their fame back this time. All the sheep jumped happily in a group hug, screeching like school girls.
"It's time, boys," John said, standing up while other bulls followed.
"Oi, nice game, lizards. Perhaps you should go back to your brother, right? Now, it's for you!" He chuckled, before turning around and raising his ass, just like his friends. The field went completely silent before a burst of laughter erupted. John only smirked.
"That's right. Your team belongs right here, on our fucking balls. Take a long look!"
But people kept laughing and bulls felt quite confused if this was a good idea.
"Nice slits, girls. What happened to your precious jewels, huh?" One of the male nagas yelled, smirking evilly.
All three bulls stood up, freezing in place and looking down. They screamed in unity, searching for their testicles like they just dropped on the ground as an inconvenience.
"Where are my fucking balls, dude? What the hell?"
They kept wailing, shoving each other around, but eventually not finding even a piece of their balls. After a long while, all of the people, including teams, had to split up.

*****

"What a day. We lost but at least those assholes got what they deserved."
"I have no idea what happened. But whatever, we should not see them anymore..."
When the nagas entered the locker room, they were greeted by none other but Siya, who grinned at them and shoved her sharp fangs.
"Siya! Where have you been? I thought you went home or something. What happened?"
The other naga only chuckled, before putting a platter on the nearby table.
"Oh, you know. This and that. Got something to cheer you up with!"
The naga slithered closer to the platter, not believing at first what they saw. On the platter, they could see swollen, heavy-looking balls, all six of them, sitting next to each other.
On top of every single one was a newly written letter, made with a bright marker. The word 'SNACKS' was formed, looking like a one of a time treat. A divine feast.
"Dig in, girls!"
The other nagas didn't even need that invitation, getting close to the platter, slithering and swaying like a bunch of tentacles, snatching testicles one by one, before placing them in the voids of their mouths. Some of them moaned, while others just laughed it off.
"Can't believe how tasty those are. Great job, Siya!"
The captain sucked on one of the balls like a big piece of candy. It was an amazing experience for her, especially after that humiliating defeat.
"Those are a perfect size. just like those were made for my mouth!"
"Oh yeah, it fills my stomach. I probably never had such an amazing meal like ever before!"
All of the female reptiles were feasting on those 'oysters, munching and licking their fangs, swallowing them whole afterward. The foul mood was completely gone, and their spirits were lifted. The team's captain suddenly chuckled to herself.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I just remembered something. We have a casual game in two weeks."
"Yeah? So?"
Amelia grinned, showing off all of her fangs.
"It's against the Bulls."