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This is my third story following the lives of the Brown family, the first is Jamie and 
Phillip; Pwomises and the second Joan’s Baby. While it is not necessary to read it, you 
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What You Need 3
Casey at the Bat


Prologue

William Brown forgot to duck; and now he was paying for it. He pulled his baseball cap 
off his noggin, rubbing his aching forehead. The old office building was built almost two 
centuries ago, back during the population boom of the twenty fourth century, when space 
was at more of a premium. Now that Mars had a population about three billion people, 
and after a nuclear war killed nearly a billion, the population problem was relieved, but 
not the stinginess of government. They were focused with things they considered more 
important than Child Services.

He seemed to come into this office everyday, although he knew it was much more like 
once a month. Ever since he had taken up adopting so many children, the meetings were 
unavoidable. He simply had to see Alexandra to do follow up appointments on each of 
the children under his ward. And he had a lot of adopted children.

She, on the other hand, couldn’t hide her amusement at the red mark growing on his 
skull. Her dark black hand, covered by the sleeve of a bright yellow dress, covered her 
mouth as she guffawed. 

“I’m sorry Bill, but that is just too funny. That’s exactly what I needed,” she said, 
cackling as she waved him in.

He sighed, toss his coat onto the back of the old office chair and gently placing a gift-
wrapped box on top of it. The entire office was old, an ancient plastic desk, two old but 
comfortable chairs, a computer terminal that seemed ancient, and perhaps most 
importantly, of course, was Alexandra’s wrinkled body. Though she moved well and did 
more than most eighty year olds, she was many years past her retirement date. But there 
was work to be done, and someone had to do it. It wasn’t like the turn of the millennium. 
The average lifespan had increased to a hundred and twenty, if you don’t include deaths 
related to the results of nuclear bombing. In fact the only new thing in the office was her 
computer terminal, something she complained about to no end after she finally got used 
to the old system.

“Is that a gift?” she asked, looking at box, sizing it up.

“Maybe later. So how’s the family,” he asked, dropping down in his chair.

“Good Bill. Charles has taken up painting. Now I have drops of paint everywhere on the 
floor. The other day the dog was trying to clean paint off his tail…I tell you the man 
thinks he’s Picasso, but he can’t even paint a bowl of fruit,” she said, shaking her head.

“One of these days you’re going to have to stay home and teach him,” Bill said with a 
grin.

“Oh? So I can have a hundred bad portraits of my old mug taking up the place? No 
thanks Bill. I’m sure you’re just trying to kick me out of here, probably hoping they bring 
in some cute twenty year old, just desperate to help these children,” she said, fluttering 
her eyelashes to mock him.

“I don’t need some new pain in the ass. I like my old pain in the ass just enough,” he said 
with a laugh. “Besides Alex, you do more for those kids than anyone I’ve ever known.”

“You’re a close second there Bill. I’m too old to take care of children these days,” she 
said, with a bitter voice. The nanobots from a couple decades back had in part created a 
third gender, futas or futanaris as they were so named.

“Yeah, someone’s got to take care of these children.” William knew all too well how 
important it was to provide for these children. Many parents who parented futanari 
children elected for adoption, not wanting to raise them for whatever reason. Ever since 
he adopted his first daughter Karen, he couldn’t help but want to provide a home for 
them. Being independently wealthy didn’t hurt, though not having a wife made providing 
for the more feminine side of the children under his care a challenge. Still with the 
problems everyone in the world had, anyone with a kind heart and a large home that 
could provide for children as him would be blessed with as many futanari children as 
they wanted.

“Besides, I was worried he’d start drawing nudes,” Bill knew that would get a rise from 
her.

“Oh you,” she said, throwing a curled up ball of tissue paper at him. She dug up the 
information in her terminal. “Now let’s see…Today we’re here for Casey,” she pulled up 
the file on her computer, looking at the girl. A rich brown skin, neither dark nor light but 
a pretty balance between the two. A fairly tall futa with her dark hair wrapped up. “The 
tomboy.”

“Yes, you could call her that. Though I don’t know if that’s fair really, since a tomboy is 
supposed to be a girl…” Bill knew the intricies of gender relations about as well as 
anyone, but he still wasn’t good at it.

“Oh don’t be a pain Bill, you know what I mean. I’ve got doctor’s notes for her to play 
basketball, lacrosse, field hockey, track and field, and baseball. Quite the student athlete,” 
she said with a bit of pride. She could only imagine the rigors that she put Bill through, 
driving back and forth to and from practices. Whenever a child went to the hospital, for 
something as minor as a fever or as major as important as a broken limb, she received a 
report. In most other cases that many doctor’s notes would be a red flag for some kind of 
parental abuse. In William’s case it couldn’t be further from the truth, in fact she would 
trust him with her own children.

“Well, I suppose you know a bit about what’s going on,” William said, smiling.

“Oh yes Bill, I was there. You don’t have to go over it all if you don’t want to,” she said, 
trying to hurry him along. She wanted to get home on time for once.

“Oh if that’s the case I guess me and my wrapped box can probably just get going,” 
William said with a sly smile.

“But on the other hand I only got the ending. I hate watching a movie like that. Want to 
give me the long version?” she asked. Her curiosity was piqued at the box, and William 
always told a good story, trained from over a decade of telling his children bedtime 
stories.

“Of course,” William said, tossing his baseball cap with a large SW onto the desk for 
emphasis.

*

1

 “Come on now, eighth inning, infielders guard the lines, outfielders play for no doubles. 
We’re up by three here, one out, two on,” Casey Brown shouted at her team. While the 
position of shortstop was the de facto captain on the infield, Casey had earned that 
captaincy, and wore the C on her uniform proudly, even with her own haphazard 
stitching. She had added to every practice a simulated game, where every player, starters, 
relievers, and bench players alike, got three at bats, played in the field, and worked on 
their pitching. She believed in the team aspect of the game, and if someone was going to 
have to throw to a catcher, or turn a double play, then they had better work with that 
teammate first. Additionally it broke up some of the tedium of going through the motions 
of the game without actually playing it. Just practicing throwing to first was boring 
without some meaning, even if simulated, behind it.

“Okay Mary, you’re up,” Casey shouted at the pale skinned girl on the bench. She should 
have been in the on base area, but Casey wasn’t that much of a hard ass at practice, and 
neither was her coach, who was currently absent. As everyone was filtering in and out of 
the field, the mound, and the batter’s box, most of the players lost track of where they 
were supposed to be, except for Casey.

“Ugh, just, let someone else go,” Mary said, waving her hand from the dugout. 
Essentially it was just a large bench with a roof to protect the players from rain. The only 
modern amenity was the computerized viewing screen, which was currently off anyway. 
It was only ever active during games when the scorer kept track of everything through the 
automated scoring software, otherwise it was a waste of the school’s precious resources.

“C’mon Mary, it’s your at bat, sooner we play sooner we go home,” Casey said, 
punching her glove with her hand twice.

“Fine,” Mary said, struggling to maintain verticality while shuffling up to the batter’s 
box. She had a headache and was tired. She didn’t want to hit, hell she didn’t even want 
to play. But if she managed to stay on this team and play at least an inning a game with 
an at bat, she would pass that phys ed course and be able to graduate this year. Then, she 
hoped, she could get her parents off of her ass.

“Geez Mary, it’s pretty cloudy. Sure you need those sunglasses?” Angelina asked from 
the pitcher’s mound. It was hardly an ideal day for baseball. Autumn’s cold chill was 
already beginning to take hold. Even now the trees guarding the parking lot behind the 
field were beginning to change color. Soon the boys of summer would be playing the 
October classic.

“Just shut up and pitch,” Mary said, trying to hold the bat up. She would do what she 
always did. Take two strikes and then swing at whatever comes up, usually late and 
missing by a mile. But it qualified as trying, just barely.

“Time out ladies,” the coach said, jogging onto the diamond. Usually she was the first 
person on and off the field, except for Casey, but today she had to see the principal. She 
hesitated a moment, finding it hard to meet the eyes of the women and futanaris on the 
field. But this was what a coach was there for, through the good times, and the bad.

“What’s up skip?” Casey asked, noticing the look on her coach’s face. She could read 
people pretty easily, and knew that something was wrong.

“Alright girls, we’re calling it an early day. I’m sure you all wouldn’t mind a day off. 
Casey, Angelina, Jessica, and Caroline, I’m afraid the principal needs to see you in his 
office, pronto. The rest of you, hit the showers,” the coach said, pointing the way back to 
the school with her thumb.

“What does the principal want to see us for skip?” Casey asked. She took her hat off, and 
wiped the sweat from her brow, before tucking her black hair wrapped up in a ponytail 
back in her cap. She could feel the same autumn chill, even through her long sleeved 
uniform, but it was especially brisk this late afternoon.

“You’re only gonna find out in there,” she answered back. Casey knew something was 
wrong.

“Okay, let’s get going,” Casey said, leading the other three as they jogged up the hill 
back towards the school. She intentionally humped it fast up the hill, just to give her 
teammates a hard time. When you’re the captain of a team, you have to work harder than 
everyone else, and she had earned her captaincy ten times over. The team had 
unanimously voted for her, after all.

“Hey, anyone think this is kind of funny?” Angelina asked, huffing to keep up behind 
Casey. She was a pitcher, not a fielder, after all, and while she did her sprints, she wasn’t 
nearly in as good a shape as most of the girls. But she was young and despite her high 
heat fastball this was her first season playing on a team. The fact that she was relegated to 
the bullpen as a relief pitcher was probably the best indicator of her lack of endurance, 
even if she was the primary setup.

“What do you mean?” Jessica asked, struggling to keep up behind Casey’s pace. As a 
third baseman she wasn’t exactly in a great shape either. If it weren’t for her arm she 
might be stuck at first base.

“Okay, just, look who they took,” Angelina said, thankful to overcome the hill. The door 
to the school was only a few more yards away now.

“Hey yeah, she’s right,” Caroline said, the only one of them able to keep up comfortably. 
But running down stray balls in the outfield will do wonders for a person’s stamina. 
“They picked us out, why?” she asked, knowing exactly who ‘us’ was. The four of them 
had shared enough after practice showers in the futanaris locker room to know that the 
principal had isolated the futanaris.

“Like the skipper said, we’re gonna find out in there,” Casey said, still jogging through 
the hallways of the school. With everyone gone, it was like a ghost town, and she wasn’t 
concerned with anyone yelling at them to slow down. There wasn’t much of a chance 
anyone would complain about them going to the principal’s office too quickly. In any 
case there wasn’t anyone else to complain, not really. Even the principal’s secretary was 
out, and the futas were left to let themselves in.

“Casey uh,” Angelina said hesitantly, “Like, you know, keep your cool.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Casey said, turning back as she flashed 
Angelina her pearly white teeth. They contrasted with her tanned skin, making them seem 
all the brighter. She didn’t wait for an answer. She just opened the door to Principal 
McVicker’s office.

“Hello students, please, come in,” he said, waving his hands towards the chairs in his 
office. 

“Hello McVicker. There something we can help you with?” Casey asked, taking lead of 
the group. Unlike some of the students, she wasn’t scared of the tall giant of a man that 
McVicker was. She knew that he was far too soft spoken to be much of a threat.

“Please, take a seat,” he said, sighing. He knew this was going to be difficult with Casey 
Brown. This job was never easy, and it seemed to drain a lot of his strength. Even at forty 
six his hair was graying. Of course this made him look even older, with the darkness of 
his skin every gray hair was magnified. The only person who needed to care about his 
age, his wife, was fine with the gray hair. In fact she was the only reason he kept it, 
instead of opting for the easy remedies. And nanobots to cure it could be fixed for cents.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this. I’m afraid that as of today, due to a complaint to the 
school board, we’re going to have to disqualify all futanari from participating in the 
women’s baseball team,” he said bluntly. He knew that no amount of tiptoeing would 
pacify these futanaris.

“What?” Casey didn’t ask as much as she shouted.

“I’m sorry Casey, but it’s above my head. I have no say in the matter,” he said, watching 
the futa rise from her seat.

“This is fucking bullshit!” Casey screamed, slamming her fists on the desk as she leaned 
over her principal.

“Sit down in your chair and watch your language,” McVicker said calmly. He had seen 
the futa’s outbursts before.

“This is BS and you know it!” Casey shouted, angrily dropping back in her seat.

“Look Casey, the rules are the rules. Boys aren’t allowed on the girls’ team, nor are girls 
on the boys’ team. Because of your physical appearance, I had hoped that we could bend 
the rules a bit, and allow you to play on the girls’ team with no problem. You know 
we’ve never had enough interest to have an actual futanari baseball team, and most 
schools don’t either,” the principal tried to reason with her. He did have sympathy for her 
cause, he was the one who had initially allowed the futanaris in the room to join the team 
in the first place.

“So what the hell changed?” Casey asked, balling her hands into fists.

“The coach of the Viewpoint Eagles and mother of Roberta Gibson came to the school 
board. She plays for Viewpoint High, their star pitcher. The girl has had a perfect season, 
thirteen wins and no losses and hasn’t given up a single run. And well, we’re the last 
team on their school’s schedule. She’s in line for one hell of a scholarship, maybe even a 
full four year one. It’s pretty rare that a woman gets a full scholarship for college just 
from baseball Casey. You know that. Most schools are only concerned with male sports. 
When her mother found out that we had futanaris on our team, she complained to the 
school board.”

“What, just to be a bitch?” Angelina asked. She was pissed now. She had spent all year in 
the bullpen and was going to make her first start ever in a couple of weeks, in that exact 
game. 

“Honestly, she’s probably just trying to do what’s best for her child. Of course the fact 
that Casey is batting over six hundred for the season, and more RBIs than any other 
player doesn’t help,” McVicker said.

“Geez, I guess that kind of makes sense,” Jessica said, thinking. She couldn’t avoid that 
steely glare from Casey.

“Look, isn’t there something we can do?” Caroline asked. She didn’t want to lose her 
place any more than the rest of her teammates.

“I’m afraid not, from here on in we cannot allow futanaris to play on the women’s team,” 
the principal answered.

“I’m gonna fight this!” Casey said, storming up from her seat, nearly knocking the plastic 
seat over.

“No, Casey, you’re not,” McVicker said, sighing.

“I am. I’m gonna get my dad’s lawyer, and I’m going to take this to the school board or 
to the courts and fight this bitch and win!” Casey shouted angrily.

“Casey, there’s no case. The only person who could lose a lawsuit would be ME, for 
letting you four play on the girl’s team,” he said, holding his hand to his chest for 
emphasis. “Legally the boy’s team has to be comprised of boys, and the girl’s team of 
girls. I’m sorry, I really am.”

“Fucking bullshit!” Casey said, slamming the door. 

“I’m sorry Casey,” Her coach said kindly, knowing what her reaction would be. “I fought 
for all of you.”

“These fucking cocksucking sons of bitches,” Casey said, storming away from the 
principal’s office. 

“Look, I know it’s worthless now, but I wanted to show you this,” the coach said, 
handing her an electronic pad.

“This…” Casey said, stopping long enough to check in at it. She had been penciled in as 
the starting shortstop for the All Star team. She had to laugh before handing it back. 
“Thanks skip.”

“What are you going to do now Casey?” she asked as the futa walked away.

“I don’t know. I just don’t know,” Casey said, searching for her communicator to call her 
sister to pick her up early.

*

2

“I just can’t believe how fucking stupid that cunt can be!” Casey said, trying to control 
the volume, if not the content, of her voice. She didn’t want anyone else in the house to 
hear her, least of which the young kids.

“It sucks,” Jonathan said, pulling the bed cover over his and Casey’s naked bodies. He 
knew the rules, after sex she didn’t want to cuddle or really be touched at all.

“Thanks for the obvious,” Casey wasn’t even horny when she had called Jonathan, but 
she needed to vent her anger somehow. And a round of sex was usually the best way to 
do that. That or hurting something, which was probably next.

“I talked to my coach, he said that the rule was put in place a decades ago. After M-day, 
you know, when Mars nuked the shit out of Earth. There were like millions of cases of 
people, some of them, I don’t know, were kind of like you, but not really,” Jonathan said. 
Trying to explain something to an angry woman or futanari without upsetting her over 
her body was a feat he hadn’t mastered, along with the rest of the male gender.

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” Casey asked, almost ready to throw him out 
of bed.

“Look, I just mean, like, after the nuclear radiation…well a lot of people were messed up. 
Not like you, I mean, because what you are is normal, not messed up, like, beautiful,” he 
said, knowing that wasn’t the right word. While he did think Casey was beautiful, with 
her small athletic frame and soft features, even down to her lightly tanned skin, nice 
though small breasts, and impressive penis, he knew that Casey didn’t like to be thought 
of like that.

“Okay, what I mean is that like, there were a lot of, I guess the right word is like, 
intersexed. I mean boys with ovaries and half pussies, or girls with big clits or internal 
balls, or whatever. So they made laws saying what was what. Like, to be a girl you must 
have a vagina and ovaries, and a boy you have to have a penis and testicles, or something 
like that,” he tried to explain. He knew he was losing her, if she hadn’t already.

“Just, shut the fuck up, okay?” Casey didn’t want to hear any of this. Honestly she didn’t 
even want him in her bed anymore. She just needed to vent, and knew he was always up 
for a fuck. He was just lucky that Stephanie wasn’t around, because she was more in the 
mood to fuck than be fucked right now. She felt like she was already being fucked over 
by the school anyway.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry. But my point is that like, all of the laws about futanaris, well 
they’re not like, laws. It’s like, the Planetary Judicative I don’t know, interpreting it. So 
they have to treat futas like they do boys and girls. But they made all those rules before 
futanaris, so there aren’t any rules about futanaris on the book,” he finished.

“Okay. Look, I’m just in a shitty mood,” Casey said, turning away from him.

“Want me to go?” he didn’t need to wait for the answer to that.

“Yeah, uh, thanks, you know, for being here,” Casey said. She knew he was trying to 
help, but she didn’t want to be helped. She wanted to be pissy for a while. 

“No problem,” he said, finding his clothing quickly enough. If it weren’t for the fact that 
he had a higher batting average than Casey, he doubted that she would even give him the 
time of day. It was actually a more impressive stat since the men’s league was better, but 
he wouldn’t dare say that to her face. Still, having the chance to fuck her was about as 
good a reason to continue to play hard as he had. He just wished they might do something 
else afterwards.

“Hey, you mind going through the window?” Casey asked. Her bedroom was on the first 
floor, and anyone could exit through her window easily enough. It wasn’t that she was 
ashamed about their lovemaking.

“Don’t want the little kiddies to see me?” he asked, hitting the nail on the head.

“You know John,” she said, shaking her head. He always had a way of making it sound 
worse than it was. She told her father she wasn’t going to let Jamie or her twin sisters 
Samantha and Lindsay get the wrong impression about having a lot of partners. He was 
the one who agreed to come in at night, sneaking in the window. Now he acted like he 
had a problem when he had to leave.

“Yeah, well look, if you want to, you know, talk, or whatever, give me a call. Or if you 
just want me to, uh, well, call too,” he said, struggling for the right words, and wondering 
if there were right words.

“Yeah, yeah, just count yourself lucky you’re the only one who isn’t doing anything 
tonight,” she said, scanning the room for her clothes.

“Well, good luck,” he said, hopping out the window. He looked back at her before he left. 
She was cute, especially when she was angry. He would just like to see her sometime 
when she was happy. She seemed to turn sex into a competition, and while it made for a 
hell of a time, it wasn’t as nice as he figured it might be. For now, he’d have to worry 
more about climbing through the bushes without looking like a stalker or a robber. 

“Bye,” Casey said, waving to him. She waited for him to disappear into the night before 
reaching down to the floor and grabbing her boxers and sports bra. She didn’t want any 
peeping toms to find her naked. Actually a part of her did, so she would have someone to 
really take her anger out on. 

Instead, she was going to take her anger out on her old punching bag. Not a person but 
literally her old black punching bag. She grabbed a tight fitting top and some gym shorts. 
She would have made a sexy sight to anyone who happened to come by, but that was the 
least of her concerns. She was capable of taking care of anyone who wanted to comment 
on her body. Casey sighed and closed her window, and reset the code on the security 
system before touching it to confirm her DNA.

She pulled the bag out from her closet. With its weighted bottom it was a pain to move in 
and out of her closet, even on wheels. But she didn’t care that much about clothes. In fact 
her room was a mess, piles of dirty clothes and other trash. She wasn’t like her sister 
Joan, concerned about clothes or what was pretty. They just covered her up, a means to 
an end. Just like this punching bag she placed in the middle of the one clear area of the 
room.

“FUCK!” she screamed, feeling that same adrenaline rush which had overcome her with 
rage when she had heard she was being kicked off the baseball team. It was that same 
source of strength from which she summoned up the gumption to get her up to run in a 
cold winter’s morning, that got her sprinting at full speed to chase balls deep in the hole 
and hurl them with her full strength, or bench press her own bodyweight despite 
exhaustion.

“Fucking bitch!” she shouted, kicking the bag as hard as she could. She felt the weight of 
the punching bag tremble and shake from the powerful blow. She hadn’t knocked the 
thing over yet, but today might be the day. 

It wasn’t even that she was kicked off of the team. If she were kicked off the team 
because of her performance, then that would have been easier to understand. Definitely 
not fine by any means. Casey would still have been pissed, would still have been 
furiously pounding the bag. But she would have understood it. That’s the way sports are 
supposed to work. If you’re good, you’re given the shot to prove yourself. If you’re no 
good, then you don’t play. You prove it on the field, or you don’t. Sports were supposed 
to work that way. It was supposed to be a meritocracy. 

“Stupid piece of shit!” she screeched. The reason that she was kicked off of the team 
wasn’t for her ability, but because of what she was. She was a futanari. She had a penis, 
and that was the reason. The one and only reason.

She let out a series of guttural groans as she continued to pummel the worn out black 
leather of the bag. She had worked harder than anyone on the diamond. She had earned 
that captaincy. Shortstop was by far the most difficult position on the field, and she 
fielded it with grace and skill. She had the highest batting average in the women’s league. 
But it wasn’t just her ability that earned her that captaincy. She knew so much about the 
game that she was literally a fount of baseball knowledge. She had grown up with a love 
for the game that had only increased under her foster father’s own appreciation of the 
pastime.

Casey had spent hours working with the girls. She had taught them little things, stuff that 
most high school kids didn’t even pick up on. Such as how to tell from the angle of the 
bat where the ball was going to go, how to hide the ball in your armpit to tag the runner 
out, how to deke runners out by faking throws to the wrong base, or how to properly 
handle the carom off the wall. 

“GRRRRR!” her arms moved with precision and power fueled by her pure and raw 
anger. Each blow only pumped more adrenaline, more endorphins throughout her system, 
fueling her rage. No tears would fall from this futa’s eyes. No, she would never let them 
see her cry. There was no crying in baseball. But there was anger, pure physical exertion 
to the point of exhaustion stemming from a bad call. And this was the worst call she had 
ever contended against.

“Casey?” asked a calm and small voice.

“What the fuck do you want?” Casey shouted violently. She turned around, still in kill 
mode she was ready to strike. Only the face of her little sister Jamie ceased her violent 
anger. “Damn it Jamie! Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Jamie said timidly. No matter how many times Casey had yelled at her this 
way, it still frightened her. She knew it wasn’t personal, but when Jamie had to talk to her 
and Casey was exercising, it wasn't pretty.

“I’m really sorry. What do you want?” Casey asked, taking a couple of deep breaths.

“Uhm, wewl, daddy said that, um, wewl you know,” Jamie said, her speech impediment 
affecting every word containing an L or an R that came from her mouth. Most people, her 
boyfriend included, found the impediment to be cute, almost to the point of absurdity. 
The rest thought she was mentally challenged. Unfortunately for her, there wasn’t a lot of 
middle ground.

“Yeah,” Casey said, grabbing her bottle. She poured the last of the warm water in her 
mouth, before wiping her lips with her forearm.

“Um, I’m sowwy that it happened. Weawly, if there’s anything I couwd do, wewl, I’d 
wove to hewp,” Jamie said, trying to be nice. She was just a child after all, but had been 
raised well by their foster father, William Brown. Even though they shared no genetics, 
they were closer than some blood sisters.

“Yeah thanks Jamie, there’s nothing you can do,” she said, looking for a towel to wipe 
herself down with. 

“But um, wewl, when I was in schoowl, thewe was this cwub. But they didn’t want to 
wet me or Weah into the cwub, because they wewe being mean. They made fun of me 
because of my impediment. So we stawted ouw own cwub, with ouw fweinds and, wewl, 
we have mowe fun than they do anyway,” Jamie said, remembering how funny it was to 
watch the other girls bicker amongst themselves while her and her friends played on the 
schoolyard.

“What do you mean Jamie? You think I should start a futanari baseball team at school?” 
Casey asked, grasping a towel. She needed a shower anyway, she hadn’t showered since 
practice, sex, and a workout. She was ripe. 

“Wewl, why not?” Jamie asked. She did know more about the game than most children 
her age. Not just the basic rules, some of the more complex ones. But that was mostly 
from trying to get the attention of her bigger sister and dad.

“Look squirt, there’s no point in it. There’s never been a futanari team. There’s only one 
games left anyway, and who are we gonna play? All of the schedules have already been 
decided. Trust me, that’s more than enough reason that we can’t play. There’s not enough 
futanaris out there who want to play baseball anyway, not these days,” Casey sighed. She 
didn’t feel like rehashing this right now.

“Can’t you at weast twy?” Jamie asked. She knew that Casey would never admit it, but 
she was sad. Some people might have wept, but not her. Jamie had hoped maybe she 
could help.

“What’s the point?” Casey asked.

“Um, wike that book you wewe weading, ‘Fow the Wove of the Game’, wight?” Jamie 
asked.

“Yeah,” Casey said sarcastically, thinking for a moment. 

“So you’we gonna just give up? You’we not even gonna twy?” Jamie asked, playing a 
little dirty. She knew that her sister didn’t like the idea of giving up on anything.

“…shit…” Case mumbled, knowing that her little sister was right. 

She stormed out of her room quickly. Jamie followed, bewildered as she could not tell if 
she had helped or not. Casey seemed slightly less angry, but Jamie couldn’t tell if her 
sister was happier, or simply exhausted. She had been screaming for a long time in there, 
even before she had started with the punching bag. Jamie had gotten a little concerned 
when her sister was talking to herself.

Casey stomped through the house with laser precision. She managed to avoid all of the 
obstacles in her path with the grace and speed of a gazelle. She knew where her father 
would be, in his office. He was waiting for her, of course, because that’s what all of her 
sisters did. When they were done crying and pouting, or when they were done doing it 
alone, they would go and talk to him. Just like she was going to do. She hated being weak 
like that, but if she was going to ask for help then her family were the only ones who 
should see it. She knew that Jamie was tagging along, and she was fine with that. If she 
wasn’t, she would have stopped Jamie, it was as simple as that. Casey Brown wasn’t 
going to do something demeaning like burst into tears. She was going to ask for help, 
which was slightly less humiliating.

“Dad,” Casey said, opening the door. She left her foot out long enough so that it didn’t hit 
her little sister in the face. 

“How’s my little slugger?” her foster father William asked, before wincing at his bad 
choice of words. He sat down on his faux leather chair behind his desk. His office was a 
little bit of a retreat for him, but he never seemed to have much time to enjoy it. Yes he 
needed a place where he could pay the bills, a place where he could have a computer to 
keep an eye on the finances and do what he needed to be done. In the past when he had 
home schooled his children this office acted as an office to go over grades. But now this 
room had become a safe haven for his children to come and speak with him personally 
and privately. 

“I’m shitty dad,” she answered honestly.

“Case, language,” her father said, shaking his head. She had a foul mouth, which he 
usually let her get away with. But he didn’t want her to give Jamie the impression that 
that type of language was acceptable. She was ten, but in his eyes the brown eyed girl 
was still his baby.

“Dad, I’m going to start a new team. Need a manager. You interested?” she asked, her 
voice filled with determination.

“A manager? Geez Casey, I’ve never even coached a game of little league,” Will said, 
scratching his neck.

“Dad, I need an adult to manage a team. You know plenty about baseball. It doesn’t 
really matter what you do, you just have to be there,” Casey said. She didn’t have to tell 
him that she would be the one involved in managing most of the team.

“You know I’m always here for you,” he said, getting up from his chair. “If you want to 
start a team, I’ll manage it for you.”

“Thanks dad, I,” Casey said, tensing up as she felt her father’s hands wrap around her 
body. She wasn’t a fan of hugs, didn’t like closeness, or warm embraces. But on 
occasion, she did allow her father and other family members to do so. It wasn’t that she 
was so cold and distant, and hated people to the point that a mere touch was revolting. 
She just wasn’t a fan of touching, whether it was in family moments like this or even 
after sex. She did love her family after all. They just got to her sometimes, and that 
wasn’t so strange, even for a sixteen year old futanari.

“And I’m gonna hewp,” Jamie said enthusiastically.

“Uh, squirt,” Casey said, trying to break from her father’s bear hug, “No offense, but I 
don’t even think you could hold up a bat. Besides you’d need to be in the high school.”

“Hey, I can hewp. I’wl be a coach too. I’wl be at firwst or thiwd base, I can tewl peopwe 
when to tag up or when to wun or not. And I can hewp wun down bawls in the outfiewd, 
and hit gwounders and stuff,” Jamie said, sticking up for herself. 

“You’re going to need all the help you can get,” Bill said, letting her daughter go. 

“I know,” Casey said, shaking her head.

“How are you going to get a group together? You told me there was never enough 
interest to start a futanari team, let alone play in a league,” he said honestly. He knew that 
Casey was the only one of his children who wouldn’t balk at the sight of something hard. 
No, Casey was the stubborn type, and she was more likely to see it as another challenge 
to overcome.

“First things first, now I’ve got a manager,” Casey said, doing a mental checklist in her 
head. “Next I need a team.”

“We’ll, let’s work on it tomorrow,” William said, checking the clock. “It’s late to be 
calling people. Besides I think it’s getting close to your third base coach’s bedtime.”

“Awww dad, it’s Fwiday night!” Jamie objected.

*

3

Unlike most feminines, heck most people, Casey didn’t take Saturday morning to sleep 
in. She didn’t have a reason for it. She got her seven hours of sleep and that was fine. If 
she needed more she would just go to bed earlier. Either way, earlier or later, more sleep 
was more sleep. But this morning she wouldn’t get the chance to do her normal 
calisthenics exercise. Instead she would be forced to try to build up a sweat in a less 
athletic adventure, namely, running down someone in the mall.

Casey hated going to the mall. There were only a handful of stores that she went to. The 
pharmaceutical, nanorobotics, and the sporting goods stores were her favorites by far. 
She didn’t go to any of the tech stores, the entertainment stores, or the clothing stores. 
She could get that stuff by purchasing it online. And she hated mall food. It was so greasy 
and terrible for her stomach. She couldn’t even understand why people would touch it. 
Why get some second-rate burgers or pizza when you could go and spend the same 
money on better stuff?

No, she was here early this morning because she had to find one of her teammates. It had 
only been a day, but she knew that when the season was over, most teammates went their 
separate ways and didn’t really spend much time with each other until the spring. 
Sometimes when you’re on a team, you get to know the other players so well you get sick 
of each other, and need some time away. And then people became busy with other 
obligations, sports, relationship, or otherwise. 

“Angelina, Angel!” Casey shouted, running after the blond. She was relieved it took so 
little effort to find the futa. Her parents had told her that she was out at the mall, but she 
wasn’t answering her communicator. Naturally not having her comm made that difficult. 
Of course her parents could have used global telemetry to find her, but they weren’t that 
bad. It was only a Saturday morning, not a Saturday night. Casey just had to find her, in a 
mall that could have a thousand or so people in it.

“Casey? What are you doing here?” she asked, turning around to catch a glimpse of the 
one running up to her.

“I’m starting a futanari baseball team. I need you to be in,” she answered quickly. She 
was a little out of breath, a fact that she took note of. But running up and down stairs did 
take it out of her. She decided to increase her exercise routine.

“Who else is in?” Angel asked, shifting her purse.

“So far? Me. So I need you,” Casey said, staring the girl down, doing her best to 
browbeat the futa into playing.

“Okay, I’ll play. But there’s one condition,” she said, holding her index finger for 
emphasis.

“Let me guess, you want to start?” Casey knew the futa had been practically begging to 
get out of the bullpen all season. She had a killer arm, but she was all sorts of wild. 

“I want to start. And I’m not gonna play second base or something either. I’m a pitcher. 
And I want to start. Not close, not relieve, not be a right-handed specialist or a long 
reliever. I want to start,” she said.

“Good, fine, you’re in. I don’t even know if we’re going to have another pitcher. I’ve got 
to fill out the team. I’ll let you know what is up when there’s something to tell you,” she 
said.

“Need numbers? I’ve got everyone’s numbers in my…oh dang it, where did I leave my 
comm?” Angel asked, digging through her purse.

“Here,” Casey said, handing it to her. “Your folks want you to call.”

“Thanks,” she said, rolling her eyes. She knew it was going to be an unpleasant call with 
them. They were always on her case about being in communication. “Good luck.”

“We’ll be in touch,” Casey said, running back towards the exit. Most people took the 
elevators or the escalators, but Casey was no weakling. Stairs were built to be climbed 
everyday, not just when something was broken. She managed to hoof it out of the place 
faster anyway, and got into the parking garage in no time. She had barely worked up a 
sweat in the air conditioned mall or the cool Saturday morning air.

“Wewl?” Jamie asked, looking at her list on her pad. Calling it a list was a bit much, the 
computer screen only had four names on it, including Casey’s, but it was a start.

“She’s in. Next up is Jessica, is she at her home?” Casey asked.

“She’s awlweady in, I cawled her. We’ve got to tawk to Cawowine next, but that’s awl of 
youw fweinds on the team. Then we got to find mowe kids. I don’t know how we’wl be 
abwe to find them on the weekend,” Jamie said, being honest. What were they going to 
do, start asking around?

“We better find five more futas,” Casey said, climbing into the car. She took the 
communicator from Jamie as her father started to drive away. “Hey, Caroline?”

“Hey Casey, what’s up?” Caroline asked groggily, hoping that her captain was in a better 
mood. It was too early in the morning to hear Casey Brown bitch. 

“I’m putting together a ball club, and I-“ Casey said.

“I’m in,” Caroline answered without hesitation. “What took you so long?”

“Good to hear. I don’t know what I was waiting for. The others are in too. But we need 
more people,” Casey was relieved that she could count on her teammates.

“What about your sisters? Don’t you have like a million of them?” she asked.

“I’ll see what I can do. If you know any other futas then tell them,” Casey said, sighing as 
she turned off the communicator. “You know if we can’t find any other players, you 
might have to suit up.”

“Oh peopwe wiwl come Case. Peopwe wiwl most definatewy come,” Jamie said with a 
smile. She was positive about that.

*

4 

“I think we’re fucked,” Casey said, shaking her head before revising the last word, 
“screwed. I think we’re screwed.”

“Wook, we can stiwl do this. We’ve just got to, you know, wowk at it,” Jamie said, 
handing her sister a cup of diet soda, as Casey looked through her computer pad. On it 
she had loaded the school’s yearbook application, and she was busy looking through 
faces.

“Hey you two,” Karen said, walking over to Casey and Jamie.

“Hey Kawen, what’s up?” Jamie asked.

“Heard you’re putting together a little team,” Karen said, picking up the baseball. “Got an 
opening for a first base futa?”

“You haven’t played in years,” Casey said, glancing up at Karen as she played with the 
ball, gripping the red seams with her white fingers in various positions. “Sure you want to 
play?”

“Ah you know what, that’s okay then. You can have ghost runners, right?” Karen smiled 
as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Casey, we need peopwe who know how to pway,” Jamie said. “You’we in!”

“Hey!” Casey objected.

“You’we the pwayer, I’m the coach. I’m in chawge of who pways and who doesn’t. 
You’we in chawge of making the best of the team we have. I’m pwaying a gut instinct,” 
Jamie said, offering her hand to shake with her eldest sister.

“Oh, well now I’m not sure I even want to play,” Karen teased, putting the baseball back 
down on the table. She shook her nutbrown hair past her shoulder as she turned to leave.

“Kawen no!” Jamie felt hurt that she would tease them like that.

“Look Casey is right. If the captain doesn’t want me to be on her team, I probably 
shouldn’t be there,” Karen said in mock disappointment as she shook her head.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry Karen. Thanks, I could use the help. I’m not in a good place right 
now. We still don’t have enough players. With my luck you might be one of the best 
players on the team, so I’m sorry,” Casey said. She hated humble pie.

“I don’t know how to take that one. Probably a good backhanded compliment. But you 
know I’m just messing with you,” Karen said, tipping Casey’s hat. “Let me know when 
practice is coach,” Karen gave Jamie a one armed hug before leaving the room.

“Wewl, that’s fiwst base at weast,” Jamie said, making a note on the pad. She was happy 
to write in her sister’s name.

“This is gonna be a long night,” Casey said, rubbing her eyes. She had gone over every 
person in every class that she could have. Still, there wasn’t any harm in due diligence. 
Without anything else to do, Jamie busied herself going through the closet to dig out 
every piece of athletic equipment she could locate. The time flied by as Casey dug 
through the yearbook application like a detective, expecting to find some evidence that 
would give her a chance to piece this team together.

“Casey,” Samantha said cautiously, feeling her twin sister’s hand grip her own.

“What is it?” Casey asked, running her fingers through the faces in the yearbook 
application yet another time. 

“I want to help you with your team,” she said, looking away from Lindsay.

“Sam, don’t,” Lindsay said, trying to sway her twin sister.

“Look sis, I appreciate the offer, but I know you two don’t know a baseball from a 
spitball,” Casey said, typing a name onto her pad. 

“It’s not that,” Lindsay replied, knowing that there was no way she could get Samantha to 
change her mind.

“I know this futa, she’s runs this group. Its, well,” Sam hesitated. She didn’t want to paint 
this group as something great, but at the same time she didn’t want to make it seem 
worse, just to pacify her twin.

“It’s a futanari supremacist group,” Lindsay said, her voice full of disgust.

“Hey, look, it’s like feminists. Futanarists just, they just want to make sure that we have 
the rights we deserve. Stuff like this shouldn’t have to happen this way,” Samantha 
argued. She knew that Lindsay hated them, but she was sympathetic to their cause. It was 
one of if not the only issue that the two of them had truly disagreed about.

“Okay, so what’s your point?” Casey asked.

“Well, I don’t know if they can help, but they might. Something like this, they’d want to 
be a part of it. The first futanari baseball team in the school, maybe in the whole region, it 
would be a big thing for their cause,” Sam said, knowing that this was up their alley. 

“Yeah, a chance to do nothing and steal all the fame,” Lindsay said angrily. She softened 
her voice, adding, “Sam honey, you know I don’t like when you talk to them.” 

“I’ll talk to her then. But is there a group in the high school?” Casey asked, glancing at 
the phone.

“Yeah, her older sister has the same group, I already checked. Their mother is like, big 
into it, or whatever. The futanari’s name is Nicole Nelson. I don’t know if she’ll help, 
but, well, it can’t hurt,” Sam suggested, handing her sister her comm with the number on 
it.

“Thanks sis,” Casey said, considering hugging her. But she decided against it. If she 
hugged one of them she knew she’d have to hug the other, and she didn’t want to get into 
a mushy love fest.

“Wewl, wet’s get on the communicatow now!” Jamie suggested a little more eager than 
she might have.

“Maybe we should wait a bit and figure it out. What’s the rush?” Casey asked, walking to 
the kitchen’s videophone.

“Um, I’m s’posed to cawl Phiwwip and I don’t want to make him wait,” Jamie said, her 
cheeks turning a slight shade of red. 

“Okay, well, here goes nothing,” Casey said, putting in the phone number that her sister 
had given her. It took a few rings, but the face of a teenage futa came on the screen. 
Casey recognized her from some class, or the hallways, or somewhere. Something about 
the short butch black hair, large flabby body, and piercings made her easy to recognize. 
She just didn’t know her well enough to pick a time or a place.

“Hello?” Nicole said, feeling much the same as Casey with regards to recognition.

“Hello, is this Nicole I’m talking to?” Casey said, throwing on a smile. She knew she had 
to be polite. There was no reason to be rude now that she was asking someone for 
something. But sometimes she had to fight her natural instincts of being curt to people.

“Oh, you must be Samantha’s sister, Casey, the one starting a baseball team, right?” the 
futa asked.

“Yes, yes I am. Sam mentioned that you’re probably the best person to talk to about 
getting a few extra baseball players. Do you know anyone who’d be interested?” Casey 
said, again putting up a false smile. There was something about this girl that she didn’t 
like, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

“I might know a couple of futanaris who would be willing to play,” she said, putting on 
an act of consideration.

“Okay, well, you can call me at this number, or my personal comm number, I can send 
that to you,” Casey said, thinking to herself ‘so far, so good’. 

“I might know a couple…” Nicole said, the edges of her lips curling slightly.

“What do you want?” Casey asked, managing to hold her anger through her clenched 
teeth. She could tell from the corner of her eye that Samantha and Lindsay were watching 
her.

“I would love if your sister Samantha would join our futanari empowerment group. She’s 
expressed interest before, but I’m afraid that her twin sister has tried to dissuade her from 
attempting to join,” Nicole said. “If you could talk to her, I’m sure that I could talk to 
some of my associates from our group.”

“No way,” Jamie said stoically. She didn’t have to be psychic to understand the reason 
Lindsay had some problem with the group.

“Who…is that?” Nicole asked, trying to keep her cool.

“My little sister. Look, Nicole, I don’t mean to be rude, but if my sister doesn’t want to 
join your sister’s…group, then I’m afraid I don’t know what else to tell you,” Casey said, 
staring the girl down. She could see the double chins form as the girl on the screen started 
to get angry.

“If the people I talk to don’t want to join your…club, then I’m afraid I don’t know what 
to tell YOU,” Nicole responded in kind. She tried to put a veiled threat in there, and it 
was not lost by those on Casey’s end of the room.

“Look, Nicole,” she said, pausing a moment to gather herself. “I can’t force my sister to 
do anything she doesn’t want to do. I want to make a futanari baseball team, but I’m not 
going to sell out my sister just for my own gain. If you’re really into the idea of futanari 
empowerment, you should never expect someone to sell out a futanari, let alone my own 
sister, like that.”

That remark shut Nicole up for a moment. She was stuck in a moral quandary, which she 
was not a fan of. She knew her sister wanted Samantha for her group, and if possible 
Sam’s sister Lindsay too. The Brown family was one of the largest and most affluent 
futanari families in the whole region. But at the same time, if she tried to sell out her 
belief system, she knew it wouldn’t fly. And this futa in front of her had put her in a 
corner. A corner she didn’t like.

“I can’t promise anything, but I’ll talk to some people. They’ll be there for practice, if 
anyone shows up. Goodbye,” Nicole said, hanging up.

“What a…witch,” Jamie said, nearly swearing. She had heard a few new cuss words from 
her sister and they seemed to flow from her pretty lips rather easily. 

“Great, now we play the waiting game,” Casey sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

“I don’t wike the waiting game…Want to pway catch?” Jamie suggested, looking at a 
pile of baseball gear.

*

5

“Principal McVicker,” Casey said, opening his door. She hadn’t even said a word to his 
secretary, she just barged in. She had been waiting all weekend to let him have a piece of 
her mind. 

“Hello Miss Brown, please, take a seat,” he said, wrapping his dark hands around the 
white cup of coffee. He wanted to get through a cup of coffee for once without being 
interrupted. But it never seemed to work that way. Monday mornings seemed to be the 
worst for him. Something would always happen on the weekends to make his life hell.

“No thanks. On behalf of the futanari population of this school, I demand to have a 
futanari baseball team!” Casey said forcefully, slamming her index finger on his desk.

“You’ve got it,” he said, nodding.

“If you are willing to create a women’s team and a men’s team, then you have to…wait, 
what?” Casey had confused herself.

“You’ve got it. Get me nine futanaris willing to play and an adult willing to coach, and 
the school will endorse the team. I’ve expected this for a while from you Casey. I don’t 
think we can get you a single game this late in the schedule, but maybe we can talk to the 
coaches of the men’s or women’s teams and see if we can do some practices together, at 
least,” he said, taking a sip of coffee.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” Casey said, retreating back.

“We’d have to grant a futanari team no matter what Casey, but I am happy that you were 
the one to start it. I’ll add it to today’s morning and afternoon announcements,” 
McVicker said with a smile. “Is there anything else?”

“Uh, we’re going to need time, on the field,” Casey thought aloud. This had gone so well 
it was almost scary to her.

“Well nobody uses it on Monday afternoons, so you can have the field at that time. The 
men’s and women’s teams alternate every other day the rest of the week, but since they 
play on the weekends, you would have all day then. I’ll give you a copy of the field’s 
schedule. Beyond that, you can practice after the other teams are done. Or if you can 
commute to another field, use that. I’ll give you a list of the other nearby fields. And on 
your way out tell Ms. Baxtor to add that you are going to use the field this afternoon, so 
she can add it to the morning and afternoon announcements. Best of luck Casey,” 
McVicker said, standing at his desk and offering his hand.

“Thank you Mc, I mean, Principal McVicker,” Casey answered, taking it and shaking it.

*

6

Baseball had changed since the late nineteenth century, long before there were baseball 
parks, or even parks themselves. Baseball was a pastoral game played in fields that had 
recently been harvested, grassy leys where cows would feed, or those dusty grounds that 
could not sustain crops. Professional baseball teams had become the pinnacle of 
athleticism by the early twenty-sixth century. The game had become so specialized that 
rosters had increased, and use of players for pinch hitting, pinch running, situation 
pitchers, and sixth starters, to name a few areas of specialization, had changed the 
landscape of the game. The game had become much more global, with leagues around 
both Earth and Mars, and camps provided by all teams to scout out the best baseball 
prospects the worlds round. 

Indeed, the game itself had become much more technologically advanced, with the 
introduction of instant replay available on every play. It was no imposition, now that with 
computer technology they could simulate every play from every park in full three 
dimensions across any screen, from the size of a watch face to ten cubed feet projection. 
The calls for pitches hitting in or out of the strike zone had been perfected to the point 
where most umpires calls were ceremonial. There was an automated system for 
determining balls and strikes, calibrated for a player’s size and batting stance. Close 
catches at first base, tag plays stealing second, and diving attempts at home were all 
judged perfectly in the professional game.

But that didn’t change anything on this field. There were no modern amenities, no instant 
replay, or imaging technology. No, there was something special about this, something 
that Casey loved. It was pure excitement, pure exhilaration, just people playing on the 
field and giving everything that they had. This was why she loved baseball. It wasn’t just 
the long ball, or the strike out. It wasn’t the one to nothing games or the sixteen to four 
beat downs. No, it was being a part of a team, of working to make not just yourself better, 
but making the people around you better.

Or so she hoped. Right now she was just hoping that there would be enough people to fill 
out a diamond. She needed three outfielders, a first, second, and third baseman, along 
with a pitcher and catcher, since she was already going to play shortstop. Nine futanaris, 
would they show up?

Casey let out a sigh of relief as she watched Caroline and Jessica hustle down the hill. 
She knew she could at least rely on her closest friends and teammates. The funny thing 
about being on a team is that when you’re alone, you feel out of place. You feel different, 
that you don’t have the solidarity and strength of your fellow players. But being with her 
friends made her feel better, made her feel that this team may actually work.

“Well, we’re here,” Caroline said, shrugging as she dropped her bag of gear at the bench.

“And on time too, are we getting any brownie points yet?” Jessica asked.

“Yeah, you’ll get to start,” Casey said with a chuckle. “Seen Angel today?”

“She’s always late, I’m sure she’s gonna show up,” Caroline said, tucking her auburn hair 
under her cap.

“Well, stretch out,” Casey said, as she continued to look up from the bottom of the hill, 
hoping that people would arrive. If she built it, would they come?

“Hey, at least we have enough people for wiffleball,” Jessica laughed.

“Here we go, got some fresh meat,” Caroline said, taking sprints in the outfield. She 
prided herself on her defense and speed, even if she wasn’t exactly hitting four hundred. 
Or three hundred…or two hundred. But when she laid a bunt down on the infield, nobody 
could run it out better.

“Hey, is this the futanari baseball team?” one of the futas asked, zipping up her jacket. 
Nobody on the field could miss her bosom, before looking at her gorgeous face.

“No, it’s the glee club,” Jessica said sarcastically.

“Don’t listen to them, yeah, we’re the baseball team,” Casey said, knowing that Jessica 
had a bit of a unique sense of humor. “What are your names, ladies?”

“I’m Jenna,” the one with the jacket said, pushing her golden locks behind her delicious 
porcelain skin before she offered her hand to Casey, “And this is Alexis.”

“Hey, nice to meet you,” Alexis said, shaking Casey’s hand as well.

“Casey Brown, thanks for coming,” Casey said, wondering about these two. Alexis and 
Jenna looked more like beauty queens than baseball players. Or maybe porno stars.

“Glad to be here. It’s been a while, but in little league, I used to play some short, and 
second base. Thought it might be fun,” Alexis said, shaking her black hair behind her 
head. She had a large athletic frame at least, over six feet tall of ebony beauty.

“Hope I don’t have to fight you for short, but we could really use a second base futa,” 
Casey said, making a note on her computer pad. “What about you Jenna, ever play?”

“Oh me?” Jenna asked, too occupied with Alexis’s body. “Uh I never played before, but 
Alex is doing it and I wanted to share something with her. So what, you take the bat and 
hit a touchdown, right?”

“Uh,” Casey said, bringing her face to her hand. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying 
to calm herself down. She needed people, and they were all willing to play, so… 
“Something like that.”

“Home run honey,” Alexis said, putting her hand on Jenna’s arm. “Home run.”

“Okay, I’ll hit a home run!” Jenna said, smiling effervescently. 

“Right, how about we put you in for left field,” Casey said, making a note on her pad for 
both futas.

“Can I hit a touchdown too?” Jessica asked, laughing her ass off.

“Home run,” Jenna said sincerely. After all, she had just figured it out, and didn’t want 
anyone else to make the same mistake. “Home run.”

“You’re the boss,” Jess smiled, nodding. She couldn’t hide that mischievous grin.

“I am?” Jenna asked quizzically.

“No honey, she’s in charge, at least I think. Don’t we need a coach?” Alexis asked, 
looking around. She had expected an adult, probably a gross looking overweight old 
person who didn’t have much of a life. Who else would coach high school baseball?

“Yes, my dad’s going to be here, he just has to drive my sisters home from school,” 
Casey said, staring at her screen. She didn’t even notice her sister creep up from behind.

“Well I’m here,” Karen said, smiling as she walked onto the diamond.

“Oh god Karen,” Casey said, trying to keep quiet.

“What?” she asked, shrugging her shoulders. She was wearing a baseball outfit after all. 
It just happened to be all pink. From the hat, which hid her blond hair, her cute white and 
pink shirt, and extremely low cut shorts which barely tucked over her backside, all the 
way down to her brand new bright pink and white cleats. She looked more like a model 
for baseball apparel than someone who might actually use it.

“She’s cute,” Jenna said, taking in an eyeful of Karen. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“No, she’s my sister,” Casey said, making a note that Karen was here on her sheet. 
‘Doesn’t she at least have a glove that’s worn in? It looks brand new!’ She couldn’t help 
but think.

“Kinky…oh wait,” Jenna said, thinking for a moment, quieting down.

“Hey, we’ve got someone else coming,” Caroline said, as she continued to stretch. A 
medium sized feminine was hustling down the hill.

“Uh hey, am I late?” the futa asked as she trotted to the field.

“No, you’re fine,” Casey said, flashing a smile. 

“Oh, cool. I talked to Nicole Nelson, she said you guys are starting a team, and maybe 
you could use a ball player?” she asked.

“Thank god she was useful for something…” Casey muttered. 

“I know, she’s a pain in the ass,” the futa said with a grin.

“Oh, uh, heh, yeah,” Casey tried to play off her faux pas. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know what you mean,” she shrugged.

“Uh, mind if I ask you a question?” Casey couldn’t help but wonder.

“What is it?” she had a good idea about it, everyone seemed to.

“Why do you want to join a futanarist group anyway?” Casey didn’t even want to 
mention the fact whole ‘with Nicole’ angle. 

“Oh, well, I just think we have a right to equal protection and equal civil liberties under 
the law. The same rights that men and women have,” she gave the standard pro futa 
angle.

“Oh,” Casey said, nodding her.

“Besides, I’m trying to get into a liberal arts university, and my mother thinks this would 
really help. I’d be a legacy there, so I’d get a scholarship. Anyway, my name is Josefina 
Daniela, but everyone calls me JD,” the futa said. “I uh, I used to play outfield in jr. high. 
I don’t have a glove anymore though, or cleats, or anything. I mean, I might have them 
buried at the bottom of my closet at home, but I didn’t know that there was going to be a 
practice today.”

“What are cleats? I have some gloves in my car, but it’s not that cold out,” Jenna said, 
trying to help.

“Uh, yeah, thanks Jenna. This is Jenna and Alexis, and over there are Caroline and 
Jessica, and this is my sister Karen. And I’m Casey. And don’t worry about the 
equipment. I dug around my place this weekend and found most of what we’d need for 
practice. Including gloves and pads and balls and bats, all that kind of stuff. Some of it’s 
old and might not be the perfect size, but we’ll make do for now. As soon as coach gets 
here, we can worry about figuring that all out. Until then, maybe we should stretch,” 
Casey suggested. 

“Oh, I’m good at stretching, I do yoga every day!” Jenna said enthusiastically. As the 
other futanaris went about stretching their legs and backs out, Jenna ran to the bench. 
Balancing on one leg and bracing her hand on the bench, she pulled her other leg to her 
back, arching her breasts forward. Casey couldn’t help but stare for a moment, before 
dragging her mind away. Baseball had a certain something about it when it was only 
men.

“Flexible, ain’t she?” Jessica asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Casey gulped, looking back down on her pad. She wasn’t going to lose it, not 
right now. There was nothing wrong with having a few characters on the team, not at all. 

“Hey, where’s Jamie?” Karen asked, as she flexed her arms.

“Hey yeah, where is she?” Casey wondered. Jamie wasn’t the type to be late, or miss 
something important like this, especially after how dedicated she seemed to be about it.

“Hmm, she a little Latina kid with black hair?” JD asked, trying to mimic everyone else’s 
stretches. It had been some time since she had to stretch for anything more than gym.

“Yeah, seen her?” Casey was starting to get a little concerned.

“Don’t know if it’s her, but a little kid was there with a boy, over by the big tree near the 
kid’s school,” JD said, pointing over in the general direction.

“Want me to find her?” Karen asked.

“No, just keep stretching, I’ll be right back,” Casey said, jogging over there. It just wasn’t 
like Jamie. If she had said that she was going to do something, or be somewhere, then she 
was the type of person to do it. All of Casey’s sisters did, after her father’s upbringing. 
He was big on personal responsibility.

She didn’t have long to consider it, since all of the schools in the district were right next 
to each other. It only took a few minutes to jog to Jamie’s school. She knew the tree that 
JD mentioned, it was the same big tree that she used to play with when she had been 
Jamie’s age.

“Jamie! Jamie, where are, oh,” Casey said, finding the silhouette of her little sister’s hair 
poking out from behind a tree. As she humped it over there she realized that her 
boyfriend, Phillip, was there as well. “What the hell are you two doing?”

“Oh, uh, n, uh,” Jamie said, obviously flustered. 

“What…is that a knife?” Casey asked, grabbing Phillip’s hand.
 
“Hey, let go!” he said, nearly cutting himself with the thing.

“What the fuck are you doing back here with my sister and a knife?” Casey asked, taking 
the thing from his hand and pointing it back to him accusingly.

“Casey, cawm down,” Jamie shouted, her face beat red.

“I’m waiting,” Casey said, staring at the two of them. As she waited, she looked down at 
the tree. It was littered with people having carved their initials into it, some inside of 
hearts, and some crossed out. They had all looked worn out, probably from kids who had 
already graduated her school. Except for one. When she leaned in, she saw the first three 
initials. PQ + J written on it. then she looked down at all of the chips of wood on the 
knife, and quickly figured it out.

“You can’t play with knives,” Casey said, trying to ease her anger.

“I promised her that I would do it,” Phillip said, taking Jamie’s hand.

“Fine, I’ll finish it for you. I can’t have you cutting your hand up,” Casey was trying to 
be reasonable.

“NO!” Jamie shouted. “He’s s’posed to do it. He pwomised.”

“Goddamn it…you’re never going to make it easy for me,” Casey said, wishing she had a 
better answer. She handed him the handle of the knife. “Cut away from your body, hers 
too. Make it quick, Romeo.”

And he did make it quick. In only a few more minutes he was able to finish carving “PQ 
+ JB 4 EVER” inside a large heart. Casey’s heart softened as she watched Jamie hug him. 
Even though she turned her head to give them a little privacy, she nevertheless caught the 
two kissing out of the corner of her eye. ‘Maybe there are a few good guys left out there. 
I guess you just got to catch them when they’re young.’ she thought.

“Okay, Jamie, dad will kill me if he sees you out here playing with knives, or playing 
with boys,” she said, using her thumb to point the way back to the field.

“Sowwy,” Jamie said, tugging onto Phillip’s hand once more. “I’wl cawl you tonight.”

“I can’t wait,” he said, blowing her a kiss. Casey did her best to resist rolling her eyes. It 
was a bit much. Whether they meant it or if it was simply make believe, she could not 
tell.

“Come on,” Casey ordered, leading Jamie back to the field. She knew that the kid was 
smitten, but really, there were more important things going on. Like baseball. She looked 
back, knowing that Jamie couldn’t possibly keep up with her job, even at her sister’s full 
sprint. The fact that she was looking back at her boyfriend waving didn’t help. She 
wasn’t motivated to leave, but the two eventually managed to get back to the field. Much 
quicker once Phillip disappeared from view.

“There she is,” Angelina said, stretching along with the rest of them. “Told you I couldn’t 
be late if the captain wasn’t here.”

“Okay, team, gather ‘round,” Casey said, putting her foot on the bench and resting her 
arm on her knee. “Now I don’t have a lot to say to you right now. The first thing, and this 
is important, is there anyone here who’s not a futanari? It’s okay, but the whole…school 
board…thing. So raise your hand if you aren’t a futa.”

The group looked around themselves, and when no one raised their hand, then she 
continued.

“Okay then ladies, my name is Casey Brown. You probably know what happened with 
the women’s baseball team. But if you don’t, long story short, the school board kicked all 
of the futanaris off of the team because of their gender. I guess that the women couldn’t 
stand playing against us futanaris, gave them too much competition,” she said with a 
laugh. A couple voices echoed grunts of amusements. “So I’ve started this futanari team. 
I can’t guarantee much. I’m going to be honest about that. Right now we don’t stand to 
play a game against a single team. I’m not expecting a lot out of you, I know we don’t 
have a lot of time. We’re going to practice when we can, and try our best to become a 
team, so that next year we can petition for everything,” Casey said, realizing it wasn’t a 
really rousing speech.

“Um, maybe we should play a game. I mean like, isn’t everyone else a real team? Like, 
with uniforms and everything?” Jenna asked, looking around for some support. Alexis, at 
least, put her hand on her shoulder.

“I’m working on uniforms,” Casey said, watching her father’s van drive up. “And it looks 
like our equipment just got here.”

“Alwight, wisten up,” Jamie said, holding the pad.

“Are you okay?” Jenna asked, after hearing the little girl.

“She’s got a speech impediment. She’s also our coach, so just go with it,” Karen said, 
leaning on a bat to hold herself up.

“Oh my god I’m sorry little girl, please, go on,” Jenna said, instantly feeling remorseful. 
She didn’t want to make fun of a ‘special’ girl. 

“I’m a futa, but thanks,” Jamie said, giving her a dirty look. “Okay peopwle we’we gonna 
stawt the pwactice in a few minutes. Fow now, we’we gonna gwoup evewyone up as 
outfiewdews and infiewdews, and pwactice some woutine gwounders and fwy balls,” 
Jamie said, looking on the list. She didn’t know who was who yet.

“Am I an innie or an outie?” Jenna asked, almost checking her belly button.

“You’re an outfielder hon, you play over there,” Alexis said, pointing over at the left field 
area.

“All by myself?” Jenna frowned.

“Futas, pwease,” Jamie shouted, jumping on top of the bench. “Fow now, we need…JD, 
Jenna, and Cawowine, ovew hewe pwease, and…Kawen, Casey, Jessica, and Awexis, 
ovew on this side. Angewina, stawt wawming up.”

“Okay, I’m going to need the veterans to help the new people for now. Like Jamie said, 
we’re going to start with some fielding drills. Unfortunately we don’t have enough 
people, so we’re going to have to play a little short handed,” Casey said, waving towards 
her father as he carried what seemed like an inhuman burden of sporting gear mounted 
onto his arms and shoulders. “Okay futas, suit up.”

“I thought this was a futa’s only team, who’s the hunk?” Jenna asked.

“Uh, that’s my dad,” Casey said unpleasantly. While she knew her father wasn’t 
Quasimodo, she didn’t like hearing him referred to as a hunk either. She just let it go and 
opened up the duffel bags. As the group went through the various bags of cleats, pads, 
gloves, hats, batting gloves, and all other manner of baseball accessories, Casey watched 
her group. 

“This might actually work,” she told her father.

“It better,” William said, huffing and puffing.

“Okay wadies, we’ve alweady wasted a wot of time today. Wet’s twy some fiewding 
pwactice,” Jamie said, blowing a whistle.

“Skip, think you could knock a few balls around?” Casey asked, handing him the 
business end of a bat.

“Can’t guarantee where I’m going to hit it,” William said, taking the bat. He hadn’t done 
much more than play catch or toss some meatballs for batting practice in quite some time.

“Best way to do it, skip. Other team won’t be telling us in a game either,” Casey said, 
dropping a bag of balls near the plate.

“Case, it’s dad,” William tried to reason with her.

“Not on the field,” she told her father, with a sly smile. William shook his head.

“Okay wadies, get in…wait, what are you doing….Jenna? It’s weft fiewd, not weft side 
of the infiewd. Move back,” Jamie shouted. She wished she had a megaphone. 

“Here?” Jenna asked, taking a few steps back.

“Back!” Jamie and Casey shouted.

“Here?” she asked again, after another couple of steps.

“Oh wowd,” Jamie said, running out to the confused blond girl. She took her hand and 
dragged her to her position.

“Here goes ladies,” William said, tossing a ball up in the air. He quickly whiffed, missing 
the ball entirely as it fell unharmed onto the plate. “Whoops, heh.” The group of futas in 
front of him couldn’t help but giggle.

“Okay, one more try,” he said, just barely making contact. Pop up, on the infield, in 
between first and second base. Karen and Alexis both walked under it, and Casey 
nodded. Everything was going together. Everything would…

‘How the hell could you let it drop?!?’ Casey wanted to scream. She rested her hands on 
her knees and dropped her head, before popping back up. “Okay futas, good try there. 
Gotta call it out though, if you want the ball, call it. If nobody calls it, then assume the 
responsibility.”

“Okay, sorry,” Karen said, picking the ball up and tossing it back into towards the batters 
box. William threw up another high toss, and turned on it with a little power. A soft liner, 
this one towards left field. Casey watched, wondering how Jenna would react. It was 
right at her after all, and not hit too hard either. A nice soft liner, a laser practically gift 
wrapped…

“Watch out, that almost hit me!” Jenna said, avoiding the ball like it was a rock.

“Good try Jenna,” Casey said, barely able to grit her teeth, “But you have to catch it out 
there.”

“Really? That was so close,” she said. 

“Okay, now throw it back in!” Casey shouted back at her.

“Oh, okay,” Jenna said, picking the ball up. With her manicured nails, it was hard to grip 
the thing. And when she threw it, it went a whole ten feet or so. Casey hung her head 
down, knowing she couldn’t vent that frustration, not on the field.

Meanwhile her father had grabbed the next ball, and had tossed it up higher, and taking 
about as good a rip as he could into it. A screaming line drive towards centerfield. Casey 
watched, relieved as Caroline bolted in at full speed, just barely able to backhand the 
catch short of the dirt of the warning track.

The rest of the fielding practice was a mix of inexperienced errors from the new people 
and decent plays by the veterans. More balls were dropped than were caught, by far. The 
new people couldn’t understand the idea behind the cutoff fielder, or the mechanics 
behind turning a double play. She needed an experienced second base futa to turn a 
double play, or an experienced infielder to receive the throw from an experienced 
outfielder. But she didn’t have anyone out there to use.

“Okay, Angelina, how are you feeling?” Casey asked. She had been warming up for the 
better part of a half hour now.

“Pretty good, I’m ready to start pitching,” she shouted back. Tossing to the chain metal 
fence that composed the backstop got old quick. She wanted to throw to people.

“Okay, let’s line up ladies. Caroline, how about you give it the first at bat?” Casey said, 
handing her a bat. William was relieved, as he had winded himself quickly after so many 
swings. He didn’t use enough antiperspirant to hide the big circles of sweat under his 
armpits, and around his baseball cap.

“Come on Angel, toss up a meatball,” Caroline said, standing in the batters box.

“Okay, I want everyone to watch and see what she does. Caroline has been hitting for a 
long time, and even if she’s a leftie, you can learn a lot about hitting from her stance. 
Look at how she stands in the box, where she holds the bat, where her hands are, what,” 
Casey instructed.

“Geez Case, just shut up, you’re making me nervous,” Caroline said. She stood in the 
batter’s box, just waiting for Angelina’s pitch. She figured a soft served meatball, right 
down the middle of the plate. Something nice and easy to hit, just to give her a chance to 
show these kids how it’s done…

“What the fuck was that?” Caroline shouted at the top of her lungs as she reeled from the 
baseball blow directly to her ass. She threw the bat down and ran to the pitcher’s mound. 
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m your goddamned teammate!”

“Shit, shit, shit, look I’m so sorry. I wasn’t trying to hit you. I’m so sorry, are you okay? 
I’m so sorry Caroline, seriously, I wasn’t trying to hit you,” Angelina said, professing 
profusely her apology.

“Come on Caroline, she didn’t mean it,” Casey said, running in between them.

“You gotta watch it Angel. You know we’re all on the same team, this isn’t some jerk on 
another team leaning out over the plate,” Caroline said, kicking up some dust. 

“Come on, let’s get some ice on that,” the captain said, leading her centerfielder away. 
“Jenna, how about you give it a shot?”

“Uh, okay. Can, can I dodge the ball, and not let it hit me? That looked painful…” Jenna 
asked.

“Yeah, if you can avoid enough you get to go on base, but if you get hit by it you get to 
go there faster,” Jessica shouted, just to piss her pitcher off. 

“Don’t wisten to her, just hit the bawl,” Jamie shouted. 

“Okay,” Jenna said, holding the bat upside down. Jamie rolled her eyes and ran over to 
correct her.

“Come on Angewl, thwow a meatbawl,” Jamie shouted.

“Widdle pain in the ass,” Angelina murmured, tossing it lightly and right down the 
middle. Jenna swung at it and missed it by about three feet.

“Stwike wone,” Jamie shouted.

Angelina tossed another ball, as slow as she could control it and right down Main Street. 
Jenna actually managed to hit it. The ball went all of about two feet to the left of the 
plate.

“I hit it!” Jenna said proudly.

“Yeah, you hit it…foul,” Jessica shook her head.

“Oh, is that bad?” she asked.

“You’ve got to hit it between the white wines,” Jamie shouted.

“Okay, one more time,” Angelina said, tossing another slow pitch. Jenna swung early this 
time, and didn’t even make contact as the ball skipped to the backstop.

“You’we out,” Jamie said, ringing her up.

“I’m out? Where? I don’t want to be kicked off the team, I’m trying!” Jenna said, getting 
worked up.

“Come over here baby, it’s someone else’s turn to hit,” Alexis said, beckoning her friend 
with her hand.

“Okay, just hold that against your backside for now,” William said, handing Caroline the 
cold compress. “Casey, go hit.”

“Okay skip, time to show these futas how it’s done,” she said, taking her bat. She smiled 
as she stretched herself out, swinging the bat like a pendulum over her head. Amateur 
hour was over. Time to show these kids how the adults play.

Casey looked up, feeling a drop of rain hit her hand. What had been an almost cloudless 
day had grown cloudy very quickly. She looked down, ready to ignore it, when she 
watched the pitcher running in. Before she could even object, she felt the pitter patter of 
the rain increase to a torrential downpour, inundating everyone as they scrambled for the 
covered bench of the dugout. Casey just stood out there in the cold rain, watching the 
infield dirt become mud. 

*

7

“Wewl, that went okay,” Jamie said, trying to be cheerful. 

“No, that fucking sucked, and you know it,” Casey said, throwing her wet bag of gear in 
the corner. Sure, she could have just used one of the towels made of that whatever 
polymer to dry it almost instantly, but she was in far too foul of a mood to care.

“Hey, we just need pwactice,” the little girl said, carrying in a bucket of balls floating 
around in water.

“We need baseball players Jamie. We’ve got maybe five baseball players, out of eight 
people. We need nine. We don’t have enough bodies, and we don’t even have a 
goddamned catcher! What the hell are we going to do?” Casey was about to throw in the 
towel.

“Wook, we’wl just wowk on it a bit. Don’t be so fwustwated. We just gotta dwill it into 
them. We’wl get some peopwle. You can’t expect futanawis who haven’t pwayed before 
to pick up the game wike nothing,” she didn’t know how well it was working, but she 
was trying her best to cheer Casey up.

“Maybe you’re right. Whatever. I’m going to shower,” she grumbled, heading to her 
room. She could barely describe the frustration in her body. She had been the one to work 
and put in all of the effort to put together a team. But a team of what? It was like a joke 
now. They didn’t have the talent to really go out on the field and play. They didn’t even 
have the people. One outfielder that knew what she was doing in center, and a halfway 
decent one in right. The other one was a joke. Her sister Karen at least understood what 
first base was about. But even with her, the right side of the infield was still amateur 
hour. She didn’t even have a catcher, and their pitcher was more likely to hit players than 
strike them out. 

She sighed, and opened the door to her room. She took out the comm and picked it up, 
dialing John’s number. Casey made sure to slam the door before she activated her three-
dimensional view screen on her personal comm line. So just as he connected, a semi 
transparent head and shoulders belonging to the man in question popped up on her 
desktop, looking overeager to speak. 

“Hey Case, what’s up?” he asked, answering it after only the first ring. Far too quickly, 
he realized.

“Nothing,” she answered, wondering why she’d called him first. But she needed to vent.

“Hey I heard you had practice, how did it go?” he asked, trying to sound interested. 
Casey, unlike himself, did not leave the video feed open for the three dimensional screen. 
So while she had a full view of his head and shoulders, he had nothing to look at when 
she spoke. It made him very aware of his facial expressions and reactions.

“Don’t ask,” she grumbled. He could only imagine the look on her face.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” he said, scratching his head. She could see his nervousness. It was kind 
of cute, in his silly little way.

“Look, you want to come over? I know its last minute and all so if you’re busy don’t 
worry,” she said quickly. She didn’t want to seem needy.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sure. I don’t have much going on tonight. I was just doing my homework 
when you called. Uh, when do you want me to come over?” he asked, glancing at the 
clock on his computer pad.

“I’ve still gotta shower and eat dinner. How’s eight?” she asked. 

“Sounds good. I’ll be there. Uh, want me to, you know, use the window?” he tried to say 
as nicely as he could.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind,” she said, knowing that he did. But she knew that he wouldn’t 
put up much of a protest either. She kept thinking it wasn’t real if she made him do these 
little things. A real boyfriend would come in through the front door and meet her father, 
and her family. This was like Stephanie and the others, simply a dirty little secret, just 
one that she happened to be getting into the habit of keeping more and more often.

“No it’s okay,” he nodded. When he was on screen and the person he was talking to 
wasn’t, he became far too obsessed with his mannerisms and appearance. 

“Okay, I’ll leave it unlocked. Well I gotta go shower. I’ll see you then,” she said, hanging 
up on him, and watching the disappointment flash on his face before his image dissolved. 
As she peeled her clothes off and grabbed a towel, she wondered about John for a bit. 
Most girls and probably some futas might want to cry into the arms of a strong boy like 
him, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She just wasn’t always sure what it is she wanted.

*

“Come on, it can’t be that bad,” Jonathan said, stretching his arms out. Instinctively he 
went to put his arm around Casey, but he fought that natural reaction. He knew that she 
didn’t want to cuddle. Some day he resolved to find out why, but he knew that he’d have 
to keep spending time to answer that question.

“It’s terrible. Our left fielder throws a ball ten feet in ten seconds, and runs from the ball 
like a terrified little fucking girl,” Casey added, pulling the blanket over the two of them, 
covering their naked bodies. 

“Okay, so you’ve got one bad fielder. Have you seen Matt? He can’t catch a ball to save 
his life!” he said, jokingly. 

“Oh yeah? What about the right side of the infield? I’ve got my pain in the ass sister, who 
hasn’t played in like forever, dressing up like she’s some kind of cutesy frigging model! I 
mean come on, baseball in all white and pink? What the fuck, is she playing for the Lady 
Yankees?” Casey asked, kicking the end of the blanket.

“Well come on, at least Angelina’s good, she’s got a sick fastball,” he knew that much. 
She had even struck him out once in an interschool exhibition game. Hit him once too.

“Yeah, but she can never keep it in the strike zone. She’s as wild as a drunk girl on prom 
night,” she grumbled. “Plus she’s the only pitcher we’ve got. We don’t even have a 
goddamned rookie to start at catcher!”

“Hey, you knew it was gonna be like this, didn’t you? I mean come on, a first year team, 
with a first year coach, and everyone is inexperienced. Hell you’re lucky you’ve got some 
people who have played this season, let alone played before. It was bound to be tough.” 
He wasn’t good at cheering her up, but he too was trying. To be fair to him, Casey wasn’t 
that good about being cheered up.

“Not like this. We’re a joke, an absolute joke,” she sighed, turning onto her side with her 
back to him.

“Are you so angry because the team’s bad, or because your team’s bad?” he asked the 
question that had been on the tip of his tongue all night.

“What the hell are you talking about? They’re the same thing!” she said, shaking her 
head.

“No, I mean, are you angry because you think you’re too good to play on a bad team?” he 
asked, instinctively covering up his groin. He noticed that despite having testicles, 
futanaris still seemed prone to hitting them when angry.

“That’s bullshit John!” she said, flipping around to look him in the eyes. 

“Is it? The girls’ team was pretty good long before you got there. So you were the best 
player on a great team. But anyone can join a team that’s already great. Think you can 
build a team up from scratch?” he asked, egging her on. If ever there were a futa to goad 
into doing something, Casey Brown was she.

“That’s so much bullshit John. To make a decent team you need players!” she said, 
narrowing her eyes.

“Yeah, but you also need to put in the effort,” he said, before adding, “How much effort 
did you put in? One practice?”

“Just shut the fuck up, you have no idea what it’s like. When have you started a team 
from scratch? With no decent players and no coaches and nothing but some old 
equipment you dug out of the closet?” she said, curling her hands into fists. 

“I haven’t had to. But you’re giving up on a team after one practice. You should just give 
it some more time,” he said, brushing back the hair over her eyes.

“Go to hell,” she said, her voice full of disgust. She smacked his hand away from her 
hair. “Why the hell do you even come here?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked, cocking his head. This might have been 
the first real time they looked at each other during their post coitus chats.

“Why do you even bother coming here when I call?” she repeated. She couldn’t tell why 
she kept calling him, but she did want to know why he kept coming.

“I like you,” he answered plainly.

“I guess so. You know you’re not the only one,” she said, being honest with him. While 
her bed wasn’t quite a revolving door, she wasn’t a one-person type of lover either.

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded. She was trying to get at his pride now. He was ready for it.

“What about you? Captain of the baseball team, first place in your division, and not bad 
looking either. Banging any of those cheerleaders?” she asked, elbowing his abs. She 
realized what she had done, and it was the opposite of what she had meant to do. Instead 
of clarifying that she wasn’t in love with him, she attacked his manhood.

“I’ve dated a few other girls, and another futa. And yeah, you’re not the only one I ever 
slept with. But I like you,” he repeated, staring into her eyes.

“Why me? Why not some girl with bigger tits or a prettier face?” she asked, trying to feel 
him out with her eyes.

“I don’t know. We share a lot in common, you know?” he tried to deflect the real reason.

“Yeah right. You would probably love picking up one of those girls who don’t know 
what they’re doing. What about some chick like Mary, huh? She’s hot, got big tits, and 
knows a little baseball. You could show her a little bit of your game, and then show her 
how to play baseball,” she said, punching him lightly in the shoulder. 

“Yeah right, what am I gonna do, visit her in rehab?” he asked as he rolled his eyes. She 
had handed him the perfect lead in to what he wanted to say.

“Rehab, what the hell are you talking about?” Casey sat up in her bed, leaning on the 
pillows. The blanket slowly dropped off, revealing the upper half of her breasts.

“Oh, yeah, well, they didn’t announce it yet, but…yeah. You ever see the girl? Always 
wearing glasses and never really all the way with you when you talked to her? I guess she 
was on drugs, drinking too. Gave her a drug test the last game, and she flunked it. Pills 
and booze, not a pretty thing,” he said, shaking his head.

“Mary huh? Should have known, that girl was always sort of messed up. The only reason 
that she was on the team was because she had to get that credit for her phys ed course,” 
she said, resting her head on the pillow. She noticed John’s eyes glance downward at her 
breasts. She really couldn’t understand the fascination. They were nice, by every meaning 
of the word, but they were nothing special. Most women had bigger breasts, but she was 
in better shape than to have enough body fat for a big rack. Not that she was stacked end 
to end with muscles, but she could only fill a B cup bra.

“Guess she’s not getting that credit. So anyway, her folks are sending her to 
rehabilitation. Don’t know what’s going to happen to her, she might just take computer 
courses to qualify or have a tutor or something. Otherwise she won’t graduate in the 
spring,” he thought aloud. He didn’t really care that much, the whole point was to get the 
futanari lying next to him to think about it.

“Wait, if they didn’t announce it, how’d you find out about it?” Casey looked at him 
funny.

“They disqualified the girls’ team. You know the no substance policy. If any player on 
any team is found taking a banned substance, whether it’s heroine or alcohol, then the 
whole team is disqualified from the rest of the games in the season,” he said, watching for 
her reaction.

“Big loss, they’ve only got one game left. So what, you ladies in the locker room have 
nothing better to go on about?” she asked. Casey was far from a gossip, but this was 
something she had an immense amount of interest in.

“Well, normally they don’t do games with men’s teams against girls’ teams. But when a 
team is disqualified, then to make up the game they will offer the men’s or girls’ team of 
the same school the chance to make it up, to fill out the schedule. But we’re playing their 
men’s team that morning, so we got together and voted no,” he said, waiting for her to 
put the pieces together.

“Wait a minute, you mean there’s a make up game open to another gender of our 
school?” she asked, pulling her blanket over her chest.

“That’s the way it looks,” he said, grinning.

“You son of a bitch!” she wanted to slug him. “You wasted my time, to-“

“Well I don’t think the sex was a complete waste of time, you seemed to enjoy yourself,” 
he said, unable to hide his amusement.

“You wasted my time with pointless pillow talk when you knew I could get a game for 
my team?” she asked, infuriated.

“First off, you were the one to ask me the question. Second off, when did it become your 
team?” he asked, enjoying this. It was rare that he had the one up on this futa.

“You bastard!” she said, springing up, exposing both of their bodies as the blanket flew 
to the floor.

“Relax, you can’t do anything until tomorrow morning anyway,” he said, covering his 
shame. For all he knew this would be the moment that one of her little sisters popped in.

“I’ve got to get so much shit ready for tomorrow, fuck,” she said, looking for her clothes. 
John was happy enough to just watch her for a little bit. She was cute when she was 
determined like this. And watching her nude body running around the room was a great 
sight, at least until he was going to make his escape back through the window.

*

8

Casey sighed as she walked up to the principal’s office. She had been to his office more 
in the last week than she had since joining the high school. She was a fairly decent 
student, her father would accept nothing less than a solid B average, and she hadn’t 
gotten in the habit of fighting kids in school. Still, there was something she dreaded about 
coming here. At least it was still fairly early and she thankfully didn’t have to worry 
about rushing this meeting. Nevertheless, she didn’t want to leave things to chance. She 
paused, looking at the secretary. After having ignored her the last time, she decided to 
play it nice this time.

“Good morning Ms. Baxtor,” Casey said, feigning a smile, “I need to see Principal 
McVicker, my name is Casey Brown.”

“Good morning, one moment please,” she said, hitting the small device on her ear. She 
was able to page the principal through the school’s communication system. “Mr. 
McVicker, you have a visitor, a miss Brown…very well.” She tapped the small device 
once more, before looking at Casey, “He’s expecting you.”

“Uh, thanks,” she said, walking right into the Principal’s office. ‘Am I so predictable?’ 
she wondered to herself.

“Good morning Casey. I have a meeting in about a half hour that I have to prepare for. So 
I’m afraid that I don’t have much time for chit chat,” he said, always holding onto his 
white mug of coffee. Unlike most mornings, he was already working on cup number two.

“You know why I’m here,” she said, sitting down. After a couple of meetings with him 
she had found McVicker to be more reasonable with than she had previously thought. Of 
course she too had grown more amicable, but getting what you wanted will do that.

“Of course, you want your team to make up the remaining game against Viewpoint 
High,” he said, taking another sip.

“Yes. This is exactly what we need,” she said, nodding.

“Not going to be easy,” he thought aloud.

“Nothing worth having ever is,” she knew it was cliché, but there were so many clichés in 
sports it was unavoidable.

“You’re going to need a full team,” he added. He had seen the roster, or lack thereof. 

“I’ll have one,” she said, her voice full of resolve. “Even if we lose, I’ll have a team on 
the field.”

“Well then, seems that the issue is settled. By rule they have to at least offer us the game 
to make up. You get the team and I’ll get you the game. But I’m going to need a full 
roster by the end of the week. So whatever you’re going to do, you had better do it soon,” 
he said, standing up.

“Got it,” Casey said. She found him rising a bit odd, but she followed suit. 

“Very well. October Twenty Fifth, it’s a week from Saturday, at our home field. Not 
much longer now, you won’t have much of a chance to practice. But now that the 
women’s team has been disqualified, well, the field will be open on Tuesdays and 
Thursdays for practice, should you wish to make use of it,” he said, showing her the door.

“Okay, can you add it to the announcements?” she asked, as he showed her the door.

“Of course, but I’m afraid that you’ve got to get going to class now,” he said, gently 
shepherding her to the exit.

“There’s still a half hour before first period. You in a bit of a rush today?” she couldn’t 
help but notice his sense of urgency.

“I’ve got that meeting to prepare for, honestly I’m not looking forward to it,” he shook 
his head.

“Geez, who are you meeting with anyway?” she asked, taking a step out of the doorway.

“Catherine Gibson, Roberta’s mother, and the coach of Viewpoint High’s women’s 
team,” he said, taking note of the amusing grin on Casey’s face as she walked away. The 
things he did for his children, without so much as a thanks.



9

Turning a double play isn’t an easy task in a game, let alone in practice. That’s why 
Casey had to drill it into Alexis over and over and over until it was like second nature. 
Unfortunately, that wasn’t yet the case, and the futa’s body had become pelted with 
bruises from missed catches.

Still, Casey couldn’t help but grin. The group was showing some promise. Much more 
than yesterday’s practice. She realized it was probably her fault, for trying to speed up the 
development of the team. Today she had broken the group into the infielders and the 
outfielders, with each group working on throwing and fielding practice. Caroline at third 
was throwing to her sister Karen at first, in between bouts of Alex and herself turning 
double plays around second base. In the outfield they were all working on shagging down 
deep fly balls and liners, and practicing throwing to the cutoff fielder. All except for 
Jenna, who still couldn’t catch much, or throw much either. But she was at least trying.

“Alright, hold up!” Casey shouted, clapping her hands. “Come on in, let’s take a break!”

Most of the futanaris welcomed the chance for rest as they were all physically beat. 
Today was a much warmer day than it had been lately, more reminiscent of the dog days 
of summer. Thankfully her father had gotten a case of sports drinks and water in the 
portable refrigerator.

“Okay wadies, wisten up,” Jamie shouted through her new megaphone. It was big, shiny, 
and pink, but most important it was loud. And she loved it.

“Jamie, we’re all here,” Casey said, slowly moving the megaphone down. She knew her 
sister was eager to play with her new toy, but with all of them taking a break near the 
bench it was only a headache.

“Okay, fine. But stiwl, we’ve got an announcement,” Jamie said, eager as always.

“That we do. Okay, here’s the quick version, if you hadn’t heard it,” Casey said, pausing 
while all eyes focused on her. She did enjoy that. “A member of the girls’ team has been 
found in violation of the substance abuse policy. The policy, if you don’t know, is to not 
use any drugs or alcohol. This is a zero tolerance policy, which means that they have 
been disqualified for the rest of the season.”

“So?” Caroline asked as she stretched her legs out. She had heard of this rumor already, 
ever since Mary was nowhere to be found.

“So don’t drink or use drugs, as long as you’re on our team,” Casey said, watching her 
reaction. 

“And?” Angelina asked. Just as Caroline, she knew what it meant, but had kept her 
mouth quiet, as Casey had wanted.

“Well long story short…futanaris, we have ourselves the first ever game for our high 
school’s futanari baseball team!” Casey announced, beaming.

“Wait, what?” Jessica was shocked enough to stop cracking wise.

“That’s right. October 25th, we’re going to play Viewpoint High School,” she grinned. 

“Um, does that mean we’re like, a real team, and everything?” Jenna asked, looking 
around.

“Yeah baby, we’re a real team. We can play and everything!” Alexis said, hugging her. 
The rest of the futanaris couldn’t help but look at the two embrace.

“Hey wait, how does that work?” Jessica asked with a confused face.

“I wasn’t sure either, but according to the school rules,” Casey said, picking up a pad 
Jamie handed her, “Ahem. If a team is disqualified for any reason, due to academic 
probation, criminal probation, expulsion, suspension, violation of the controlled 
substance policy, or attempting to or succeeding in cheating… The team that would 
normally play said disqualified team would have the option of requesting a make up 
game against the school’s remaining team, if the student athletes elect to do so.”

“Wait, what?” Jessica didn’t understand the whole lawyer speak very well.

“They have the chance to ask us to play them, to make up the game,” Casey answered 
quickly.

“Why would they?” the third base futa asked.

“Talent scout,” Casey said, thinking aloud, “There’s going to be a talent scout at the 
game if they play. I’m sure Roberta Gibson is looking for a big scholarship, the principal 
even said so. She’s got a perfect season on the line, that’s why her mom got us kicked off 
the women’s team.”

“But if so, why risk a perfect season?” she didn’t get it.

“Seeing is believing,” Casey shrugged. “They were probably jumping for joy to play us, 
we must look like easy prey.”

“We probably are, must be even better than they hoped for,” Jessica nodded slowly.

“Uh, hey, don’t wanna be a party pooper here, but we don’t have a catcher,” Caroline 
pointed out.

“I know, and we need to get one more player. I don’t care, I’ll play catcher if I have to. 
We just need someone who can play any position. We’ll slide people around as we have 
to,” Casey wasn’t going to let that get to her.

“You as a catcher? You’ve never caught before!” Caroline thought the mere idea was 
laughable.

“JD, do you know anyone in your futanawi cuwt, I mean, cwub, who might want to 
pway?” Jamie asked.

“I don’t know. I mean, the empowerment group is pretty small, but I can ask around,” she 
shrugged. “I’ll probably have more luck than Nicole.”

“Look, we just need a body, that’s it. Talk to anyone you can who is a futa. If you can 
find anyone, let me know. Until then, we’re going to practice our hearts out,” Casey said, 
clapping her hands. “Break’s over ladies, let’s get going!”

“Alwight, wet’s start out with bweaking up the infiewdews and the outfiewdews with 
some wive fiewding dwills. Outfiewdews will pwactice catching fwy bawls, infiewdews 
wiwl pwactice gwound bawls,” Jamie announced through her megaphone. She got a 
giddy thrill watching the two groups follow her orders. She then looked at her father, who 
carried a bucket of balls. “Daddy, can you hit fwom behind the backstop? Just hit high 
bawls to them in the outfiewd. I don’t want to get hit.”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, rubbing his aching muscles. He wasn’t used to this much 
upper body exercise. And hitting behind the large fence behind the batter’s box only 
made his job more difficult, but he wasn’t going to endanger one of his kids just to save 
himself a few aches and pains.

“Here goes,” Jamie said, putting the ball on the tee. While she needed a tee ball set and a 
half sized bat, she still knew how to hit. Of course when the ball simply sat on a wooden 
peg, it was easier to wail on it, and she sent a screaming grounder to third.

“Okay Jesse, first base, first base,” Casey shouted, pointing with her glove. Jesse put an 
extra bit of oomph on the throw, and got it to Karen at first quickly. “Good job, good 
job.” 

“Yeah, thanks Casey, I know how to do my job,” Jessica said, rolling her eyes.

Behind Jamie she could hear her father as he fired baseballs a mile up in the air, until 
they slowly came back to earth behind deep in the outfield grass. She watched Caroline 
as she patrolled the outfield, covering more ground than she had to. JD and Jenna weren’t 
doing much of anything, but as long as the balls were being caught, it was working.

“Alwight, wet’s twy this,” Jamie took a half step forward, so that her bat would strike the 
ball at a different angle. This time she sent a bounding ball to her sister at shortstop.

“Okay, double play, Alex,” Casey shouted, running after the ball. She overdid it a little 
bit, grabbing the ball barehanded when it was unnecessary. But showboating never hurt 
as long as you managed to start the double play, and she got the feed to Alexis cleanly.

Alexis grabbed the ball and turned around, throwing it towards first as quickly as she 
could. She did not get the ball off cleanly, throwing it errantly. Karen had to step off the 
bag and attempt a jump in the air, but still could not reel the ball in and it went sailing 
into the right field fence, bouncing onto the ground.

“Come on,” Alex said, looking at first.

“You come on. I’m not eight feet tall and four feet off the base,” Karen said back at her.

“Yeah how about trying for it,” Alexis glared.

“BS, how about you throw it to me next time?” Karen shot back.

“It’s okay, keep your head in the game!” Casey shouted, punching her glove. “Bad 
throws happen all the time. Wasn’t anyone’s fault.”

Casey craned her neck backward to watch the outfield, as Caroline dashed all the way to 
right field to make a catch. Sure it should have been JD’s ball, she was in right field and 
had a better angle on it, but Caroline managed to get there first. It was that kind of range 
that made Caroline a great addition to any team, even if she couldn’t hit her body weight.

“Hewe we go,” Jamie shouted, getting in the habit of being a little slugger, even if she 
couldn’t get it out of the infield. Indeed this ball just dribbled out in front, and Casey ran 
after it as if it were a bunt attempt. Once again she went to bare hand the ball. But her 
hand slipped, she double pumped the ball, and got the throw off with nothing on it. She 
watched in defeat as it skipped in to first base, knowing that she had blown it.

“My bad,” Casey said, smacking her glove. She looked back into the outfield, watching 
Caroline again as she sprinted from center field to left, towards the ball heading out there.

“I got it!” Jenna shouted, running herself. She even ran like a girl, but she was going to 
get to the ball. It was a soft sinking pop up that seemed to hang up there forever, right at 
her. It was practically a gift wrapped out. Whether or not she would catch it was anyone’s 
guess. But Casey knew that the galloping Caroline would be there to back her up. The 
two outfielders and the ball seemed destined to converge right at the same…point…

Casey’s eyes grew large as she watched her left and center fielders crash together in a 
violent collision. Jenna had stood her ground, jogging intently and actually putting in 
effort to catch the ball, while Caroline had made a straight B-line for it. Jenna’s elbow 
smashed Caroline right in the nose, while Caroline’s glove jammed Jenna’s eyes. The 
two futas, as well as the ball, dropped with a loud thud on the ground.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Caroline screamed as she dusted herself off. She 
could feel the blood start to shoot out her nose and coat her uniform.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jenna shot back, holding her eye with a hand as she fought off 
tears. The rest of the team ran out there to see the argument. Casey couldn’t even bring 
herself to watch.

“I was going after the goddamned ball!” Caroline shouted, wiping her bleeding nose with 
her forearm.

“I called it!” Jenna argued, actually upset.

“This is bullshit, we don’t need some goddamned beauty queens out here who don’t even 
know how to play the goddamned game!” she shouted, getting right in Jenna’s face.

“Maybe I don’t know a lot about the game, but at least I can follow the rules!” Jenna 
pushed Caroline back

“You bitch! Now you’re gonna get it!” Caroline threw her glove to the ground, ready to 
fight. 

“Stop it! Stop it wight now!” Jamie screamed through the megaphone as she ran up. “You 
stop it this second!”

The amassed group parted for the small futa, who ran between the arguing outfielders. 
Even Casey, who had stayed in the infield grass, hoofed it over to see Jamie.

“You’we a team! What the hewl is wrong with you? You’we supposed to pway with each 
other! This is fweaking buwlshit!” she screamed. “I can’t beweive you two! Do you even 
want to pway? Do you cawre at awl about the team? You’we acting wike wittwe kids! 
You heawd her cawl fow it, it was her bawl Cawowine. You didn’t even waise youw 
voice! You have to tawk to you’we teammates.”

“And Jenna, you have to wisten to youw teammates. Cawowine is in chawge of the 
outfiewld. You had the wight to the bawl, but you have to keep an eye open,” Jamie said, 
looking at the futa.

“Now wisten to me. If awl you want to do is act wike a bunch of kids, then weave wight 
now. I’m a coach, and I’m not gonna wet anyone act wike a foowls. If you two don’t 
shake hands and apowogise, then you can both go to the showews and don’t bothewr 
coming back!” Jamie shouted. She liked this little power trip, and she had seen coaches 
do and say much worse to unruly players.

“Sorry,” Caroline said, offering her hand weakly as she avoided her eyes.

“Yeah, sorry,” Jenna said, her right hand joining Caroline’s while her left continued to 
cradle her eye.

“That’s bettewr,” Jamie said, watching her father run towards them with a first aid kit. 
She cocked her head at the girl who was with him. She had never seen her before. But she 
didn’t know a lot of the high school feminines. “Now wet’s take care of that eye and that 
nose.”

“Sorry, the kit was buried in the back of the van,” William said, out of breath. As he 
grabbed the portable hand scanner he reached down for some gauze and an ice pack. “I 
heard you swear Jamie.”

“I, oh, poop!” Jamie cringed.

“We’ll have to discuss this when we get home,” he said, activating the scanner.

“Who’s she?” Casey asked, looking at the new person next to her father.

“Said she wanted to play,” he answered, almost out of breath. “Well, looks like you’ll 
both be okay. A shiner that’ll be gone soon, compliments of the nanobots, and a bloody 
nose that’s just about healed up. With all the blood it looks worse than it is.”

“You okay?” Alexis asked, wrapping her arm around Jenna, handing her an icepack.

“Yeah, I think so,” Jenna said, resting her head on Alex’s shoulder. “I was trying.”

“I know you were baby, I know you were,” she said, leading her futafriend away from the 
group and towards the bench. She thought it was sexy watching her fight out there, even 
if the icepack on her eye wasn’t hot.

“Come on Caroline, let’s wipe that blood off your face,” Casey said, leading the team 
towards the bench. “So, you said you want to join the team?”

“Yes,” the short futa nodded. “If you’ve got an open spot I’d like to start, otherwise I 
don’t mind riding the bench.”

“We can use all the bodies we have right now,” she said, “What’s your name?”

“Sunki,” the futa said, offering her hand, “Sunki Applegate.”

“Huh, that’s a unique name. Sounds like I heard it before. You look familiar,” she knew 
that she recognized the futa, or the name, from somewhere. As she shook Sunki’s hand, 
she noticed how short the futa was. She couldn’t have been more than a couple inches 
over five feet. 

“So what position do you pway?” Jamie asked, looking at her pad.

“Catcher,” she answered.

“Exactly what we needed too,” Casey said, leading Caroline to the bench. “Hold still.”

“Okay, Sunki, you’we stawting at catchewr,” Jamie announced.

“Wait a minute, we don’t need any spies,” Jessica said, stopping and staring at Sunki.

“What are you talking about?” Casey asked as she wiped the caking blood from 
Caroline’s face.

“Sunki? Sunki Applegate? That’s Roberta Gibson’s personal catcher!” Jessica shouted. 

“What?” the captain’s head turned around to the smaller futa. “So that’s where I 
recognized you from.”

“You keep saying the name Roberta Gibson, who is that?” JD asked.

“Her mom is the coach of the team we play Saturday. She reported that futas were 
playing on the women’s team, kicking us off of it. Some hot shot pitcher, having a hell of 
a season,” Caroline reported, more interested in what was being discussed.

“I was her personal catcher,” Sunki said, bowing her head.

“What do you mean was?” Jesse asked.

“I’ve been kicked off the team,” she answered bashfully.

“For what?” Jesse had dropped her usually joking demeanor for a more interrogatory one.

“Same reason as you,” she answered back, kicking a mound of dirt.

“Wait, you mean…?” Casey asked, amazed.

“Look, ever since I was young, I, kind of, didn’t tell people that I was, you know, a 
futanari. Most of the girls didn’t ask, and I just showered in my private stall like everyone 
else,” Suki hadn’t told many people her gender yet, but she knew it was only going to get 
more difficult. Telling a complete stranger was easy, what do you say to your best 
friends?

“But that doesn’t make any sense. You were her personal catcher, why would Gibson get 
rid of you?” Jesse objected.

“First off…she didn’t know. But even if she did, she wasn’t the one to complain, it was 
her mom. Roberta doesn’t care about the gender. She’d pitch to whoever stands in the 
batter’s box. She doesn’t think anyone can hit her stuff, and to be honest, she’s almost 
that good,” she sighed. She hadn’t become Roberta Gibson’s personal catcher through 
luck, and the friendship they had formed had left a lasting impression on her.

“So now she’s lost her personal catcher,” Casey said, thinking, “And her play caller. How 
do we know you’re, you know, for real?”

“What do you want to do? Pants me? Watch me in the showers?” she asked, shrugging 
her shoulders.

“Just use the scanner,” Jesse said, grabbing it from Casey’s father, who was still tending 
to the blood on Caroline’s face. Before even asking she activated the small device, which 
she cradled in her hand.

“Let me see,” Casey said, looking at it. The results were undeniable. “She’s telling the 
truth.”

“Only that she’s a futa, not that we can trust her,” Jessica pointed out.

“What would I even tell them? That you’re team isn’t good? That your outfielders fight 
each other? That you have no bench, no catcher, and no bullpen?” Sunki asked 
rhetorically.

“She’s right. And we need a catcher. Okay Sunki, you’re in,” Casey said.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute, she goes to another school. Hate to rain on your parade 
but she can’t join our school’s team,” Jesse argued.

“Actually, I can,” Sunki said, stepping up for herself. “If my school doesn’t have a team 
for my gender, I’m allowed to join a team for another school. Provided you’re willing to 
have me?”

“Awlwight, now we got a whowle team!” Jamie said, raising her fist in the air.

*

10

Casey slammed her locker closed. She hated having free period last in the day. Because 
her school schedule rotated her free period, along with her other courses were different 
each day. But to have a free period right before practice made it seem to drag forever. At 
least it was Thursday, just one more day left in the week, and then the game.

She was looking forward to this practice, more than first other two. Sure, she had only 
worked out with the team a couple of days ago. But with both a catcher and a game 
coming up, this whole exercise of having a team had changed from being nothing more 
than a lark to a real practice with a real goal.

She just sat in the back of the library and watched the news on the three dimensional 
viewer. She had homework, but she didn’t feel like doing it. Instead she just switched it 
to the sports networks and flicked back and forth, watching what was going on in the 
wild world of sports.

“I’m not dumb,” Jenna said, dropping herself on the chair next to Casey.

“What?” Casey asked, turning her head to the bubbly blond next to her.

“I’m not dumb,” she reiterated.

“I never said you were,” Casey certainly had thought it out loud.

“But everyone thinks I am. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t grow up watching baseball games, 
okay? But I’m not dumb, and I’m sick of everyone on the team acting like I am,” her 
usually effervescent attitude had changed.

“I, yeah, I know Jessica can be a bit of a jokester, but you’ve got to take it with a grain of 
salt. It’s just some good natured ribbing, you know?” Casey didn’t like getting in 
people’s personal affairs, but most times it was unavoidable with her position.

“It’s not her. It’s Caroline,” she pouted. Even being serious, the futa still looked hot.

“What did she do?” the captain asked. 

“Well…she hit me, remember? Or I guess we, you know, hit each other. Then I got to 
thinking, she didn’t think I was going to do my job, because I didn’t know what to do, or 
I wasn’t good enough, or whatever. And then I got to thinking, I didn’t really know what 
I was doing. I mean I was supposed to catch the ball, but then what? Do I throw it to 
someone? Who do I throw it to? Does it change if anyone’s on first or second or third 
plate?” she asked rhetorically.

“Okay, that doesn’t mean you’re dumb. It just means that you don’t know what’s going 
on,” Casey let up a little bit.

“So, teach me,” Jenna ran her hand over the controls of the three dimensional view screen 
in front of them, and went to the encyclopedia’s explanation of baseball. 

“Gonna take a while,” ‘How do you explain the game of baseball to someone?’ Casey 
wondered.

“We’ve got plenty of time,” Jenna said, opening the beginning of the documentary on left 
field.

*

11

“So I’ll throw the ball to the cutoff man, uh, cutoff futa, who’ll have her hands raised up 
or pointed to show me where to throw to,” Jenna recited, walking down to the field with 
Casey.

“Yup,” Casey nodded.

“And when I throw I’m supposed to like, run into it, like what they did on the hologram, 
right?” she checked.

“Now you’re getting it,” Casey said.

“Okay, I know batter’s average is hits divided by at bats, on base percentage is hits and 
walks divided by at bats, slugging percentage is total bases divided by at bats, and uh 
ERA is, uh,” Jenna had started to get lost in the acronyms.

“Okay, ERA is earned run average, like, the average of what a pitcher would give up in 
nine innings. To figure it out you would have to divide all the runs given up by all the 
innings pitched, and multiply it by nine,” Casey said, power walking down to the field. 
Despite Jenna’s bubbly personality, she did catch on quickly.

“Right…and the lower is the better,” that made sense. Giving up less runs means that 
you’re doing a better job. “That’s why Roberta Gibson is so good.”

“Well, she has an ERA of zero, in thirteen complete games. So yeah, that’s pretty good,” 
Casey laughed.

“She hasn’t given up a run all season?” Jenna asked, amazed.

“Nope.” Casey had seen her in person and had gone hitless in her last four at bats herself.

“Then how are we gonna beat her?” she stopped.

“We probably aren’t,” Casey admitted. “The girl averages about sixteen strikeouts a 
game, and gives up less than a single walk.”

“Walk, that’s when you get to base on balls, because the pitcher throws four balls, right?” 
Jenna asked.

“Yeah, that’s a walk, basically a free pass,” Casey was impressed, the futa picked things 
up quickly. But there was one question that was nagging her. “Why did decide to play 
baseball anyway? Not that I’m complaining, but seriously?” 

“Well, Alexis was into it, and I wanted to share her interests. We both like such different 
stuff, and I wanted to show her that I could do something she liked,” she shrugged.

“Well, I think you’re starting to get the hang of it,” Casey said, starting to stretch out. 

“Hey baby, that’s where you are,” Alexis said, hustling over to her futafriend. “If you 
keep hiding on me you’re gonna make me jealous.”

“Oh hey, I was learning about baseball. You know I’d never mess around behind your 
back,” she leaned in to kiss Alex on the lips.

“Ahem, ladies, we’re here for baseball. Get a bed,” Casey said with a laugh. 

Before much longer the entire team had assembled, coaches included. Although Jamie 
had brought her boyfriend Phillip along, she was able to maintain a fairly professional 
approach. He didn’t know more about the game than the average ten year old, and 
certainly less than her, but an extra pair of legs to run down balls in the outfield or an 
extra pair of arms to carry bats, balls, water bottles, gloves, hats, or just about everything 
else was useful. In fact the two children were sweating more than the rest of them, except 
for William, who wasn’t nearly used to this level of physical exertion.

“This might wowk,” Jamie said as she rested one arm on her bat. She watched the players 
on the field. They were doing their job. Sure, it wasn’t an All Star group by any means. 
But they were getting the basics down rather nicely. 

Baseball isn’t like some other sports. Football for instance required one to know a great 
amount of technical information about schemes and the called play. Complex plays are 
drawn up with the goal of confusing and exploiting a team’s weakness. The amount of 
adjustments one team makes can mean the difference between the winning touchdown or 
the losing interception.

But with baseball, there was so much that was intuitive. Certainly adjustments needed to 
be made on a play by play or even pitch by pitch basis. But you had to see fly balls to 
know how to field it, whether to come in or go back on them. You simply had to turn a 
double play so many times until it became automatic. And perhaps most importantly, you 
needed to take at bats to know how to hit.

This was now the issue for most of the futas lined up to make some noise with their bats, 
or at least to try it.

“Okay Angelina, throw me something hard,” Casey said, holding her bat proudly in her 
hands. 

“Yeah I’ll give you something hard,” she said, winding up and giving it everything she 
had. If it were someone like Caroline, she might have a week dribbler back to the mound. 
If it were someone like Jenna or Alexis, they probably wouldn’t have made contact.

But with Casey’s prowess at the plate, the ball found it’s new home far beyond the 
outfield fence. For some futas it was the first time they had seen a home run hit live and 
in person. It was a no doubter from the thunderous crack of the bat, sailing far beyond the 
benches.

“Good bye, see you later, out of the park, home run!” Casey said, knowing it would piss 
Angel off.

“Son of a bitch!” she shouted, spitting on the dirt of the mound.

“Jessica, want to give it a shot?” Casey asked, holding the outstretched bat in her hand.

“Might as well,” she answered, taking the bat. She took a couple of warm up swings 
before standing in the box.

“Here goes,” the pitcher announced, winding back. 

Angel was not by any means a dirty player. She just tended to get a little bit wild when 
throwing. And when she became inaccurate, despite her better intentions, the ball wound 
up being up and in on right handed batters, coming close to their heads, which earned her 
the ugly title of a headhunter.

This was one of those times.

“Fucking shit!” Jessica shouted, as she ducked out of the way, narrowly in time.

“Oh fuck me, sorry, sorry,” Angel said, spitting on the infield grass. 

“I swear to god Angelina if you hit me with that ball I’m gonna hit you with this bat,” 
Jesse warned.

“Hmm, hold on,” Sunki said, running out to the mound.

“This is just batting practice, I don’t need any signs.” Angelina waved her catcher off 
with her glove hand.

“No, but your body mechanics are all out of whack. Look, your throwing your shoulder 
out way in front of your whole body. You’re not even using half of your body’s power. 
You’re throwing all with your arm and not with your leg. It’s tipping your off speed 
pitches, and leaving all of your fastballs up in the zone,” Sunki said, trying to emulate the 
futa’s pitching style.

“So what do you want me to do?” she asked, thinking about her pitching style for maybe 
the first real time. She had always just thrown, and it was enough to get most girls out. 
The rest she assumed was just because of a lack of secondary pitches and her problem 
with location.

“Look, go through your motion in slow motion, and I’ll show you,” Sunki said, holding 
her hands up to await the motion. As Angel wound up, she stopped her, repositioning the 
pitcher’s body. When she started up again, she again repositioned, this time her arm, 
shoulder, and elbow. When Angel began her wind up a third time, Sunki made one small 
adjustment in her arm slot, raising it slightly.

“Okay, now do it exactly like I showed you,” Sunki said, watching the pitcher.

“No, wow, that, that just feels strange,” Angel had just changed almost her entire body 
mechanics.

“Here, try throwing it again,” her catcher said, handing her another ball.

“Whoa, now we’re cooking with gas,” Casey shouted. She could see the change in 
velocity from where she was standing.

“How about we try a real at bat?” Sunki asked, grabbing her helmet. 

“Who’s up?” Angel asked, still practicing the new way of throwing. She wanted her body 
to know it by nature, to retain that muscle memory.

“Casey, how about you get another at bat?” the catcher asked, with a sly grin hidden 
behind her mask.

“Yeah, better get your batting helmet,” Jessica warned.

“Okay, here we go,” Casey said, pointing her bat to center field. She was calling her shot, 
which really pissed Angel off.

Crouching behind her, Sunki placed a single finger down, indicating a fastball, up and 
away. Angel nodded, and reared back. She gave it her all and the ball whizzed by Casey’s 
knees.

“Swike wone!” Jamie shouted.

“Damn,” Casey said, shaking her amazement off. She knew she had to take it a little 
more seriously now. Her fastball, which had already been fast, had gotten even faster 
now. But more than that, it seemed to have a late explosion, action that made it even 
more difficult to follow, let alone hit.

Sunki reached down again, putting a single finger down again, this time low and away. 
Angel reared back again, this time much more confident in her newfound stance. She 
whizzed a ball right by Casey, who had a weak one-armed wave at it.

“Swike two!” Jamie shouted. Casey looked back at her sister, not a fan of how 
vociferously she made the strike call. Jamie seemed a bit frightened.

Sunki stared Angel in the eyes. This time she put down two fingers, indicating Angel’s 
long sweeping curveball. Angel shook her head once, wanting to stick with the heat. But 
her catcher insisted on the curveball, just nibbling on the outer floor of the strike zone. 
The pitcher acquiesced, and agreed. She wound up again, struggling to maintain the new 
stance as she threw the breaking ball.

“Swike thwee!” Jamie shouted, pausing before she added, “You’we out!”

“What…the…hell…was that?” Casey asked, not angry but astonished. Angel had set her 
up and taken her down in three pitches. While Casey had an ego as big as a skyscraper, 
she couldn’t lie to herself that she wasn’t trying. Quite the opposite really, she would 
have liked nothing more than to give a ball a new home past the bleachers. But her 
pitcher had not just good, but dominating stuff now.

“Just one question,” Jessica asked, resting on a bat. “Was Roberta Gibson any good 
before you helped her out?”

“She could throw a good fastball,” Sunki said before adding, “Most of the time.”

The rest of the team took their at bats. Being the way she was, Angelina had to throw her 
best at first, but on the second round she tossed up some meatballs. She didn’t want to 
throw her arm off in batting practice anyway, and after fifty pitches she called it a day. 
The team wasn’t going to have much time left anyway, as the sun was quickly setting.

“Okay let’s reign it in,” Casey said, clapping her hands. “Hey Angel, mind if I talk to 
you?”

“Yeah sure Case, what’s up?” she asked, wiping the sweat off her brow. 

“Hey look,” Casey said, leading her down the first baseline, while the rest of the team 
relaxed at home. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you, but you’re our only pitcher.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said, spitting on the ground.

“Look, I don’t want to, you know, put a lot of pressure on you, but nobody else is coming 
to pitch after you. So get a lot of rest over the next day or so,” Casey said, smacking her 
arm.

“I’ll throw til it falls off, and then start kicking it home,” Angel said with a chuckle.

“Sounds good. Just listen to Sunki and don’t overdo it in the first few innings,” Casey 
instructed, leading her back to the rest of the group.

“What do you think Casey, shouwd we tewl them now?” Jamie asked, bursting with 
pride. She had kept the secret the whole time, which was difficult for most people twice 
her age, let alone for a ten year old.

“Yeah, no point in holding onto them anymore,” Casey grinned.

“What are you talking about?” Jessica asked, gulping her water.

“Well, we’re going to be a real team, you know,” Casey said, motioning for her father. 
He sighed as he went back to the car. To make his life easier he had bought an electronic 
dolly, but getting the thing into his van in the first place was a whole other story. Still, it 
made transporting this cargo much simpler. He had spent a lot of time and money getting 
this just right.

“What is it?” Angel asked, leading the other futanaris who huddled around it.

“Well, you know, if we’re going to be a real team and everything, we have to wear our 
uniforms to school on Friday,” she grinned, throwing a jersey at Angelina.

“We have jerseys!” Angel wanted to put it on this instant, but disrobing in front of 
everyone was a bad choice.

“Oh my god, we’re like a real team!” Jenna said, catching the first jersey she had ever 
owned.

“Thanks Mr. Brown!” Caroline said, catching her own.

“Yeah, thanks!”

“Thanks!”

“Oh this is too cool!”

“I think they’ve gone ovew big,” Jamie said, fishing her uniform out. Of course being the 
only junior miss size, it was easier to find than the other futa’s size. Then she dug out the 
only junior boy’s size. “Phiwwip, you’we gonna hewp coach, wight?”

“Of course,” he said, looking up as a jersey hit him in the face. 

“Then you got to suit up,” she said with an amorous smile. She had practically begged 
her father to get him a uniform. It was not an easy task, not due to her father’s stinginess. 
Quite the opposite, he never denied her something outright due to its cost, rather due to 
its necessity, but being independently wealthy will do that to a person. No the difficulty 
was that he would have to get a men’s uniform ordered, which meant a long and 
annoying online application to purchase it with. 

“Okay ladies, gather around, I’ve just got one more thing to say to you today before we 
break,” Casey said, the team crowding around her in the waning rays of the afternoon 
sun. “I want to let you guys know that even if we don’t do well, even if we lose, we 
formed a team. Now maybe some of you have been on teams before, and some of you 
haven’t, but that doesn’t matter right now. What does matter is that we’re a team, the first 
futanari baseball team, and that’s something special. Win or lose, we’re going to be a real 
team. So uniforms on at school tomorrow ladies. Let’s show them that there’s a futanari 
team who’s gonna play on Saturday!”


*

12

“Casey, what are you doing here?” her teacher asked, cocking his head as he walked into 
the classroom.

“Uh, waiting for class to start…?” she half asked. She looked around to make sure she 
was in the right class. Everyone looked the same. 

“There’s the rally last period today, you’re supposed to be at the auditorium with the 
other athletes, aren’t you?” It wasn’t much of a question, as Casey was wearing her full 
uniform.

“Rally? Oh, uh, I don’t think we’re…” Casey started to say. 

“Well get going now, here’s a hall pass,” he said, handing her a small electronic pad. 
Casey eyed it for a second before jumping out of her seat. Even if she wasn’t going to be 
at the rally, she didn’t mind a chance to get up and walk. 

Time had seemed to crawl for Casey when she was sitting down at her desk. She was 
bright, a solid B student, but she was unmotivated. School bored her. She felt like she 
was just biding her time until she could finally get out of this place. She had bigger 
ambitions, and dreams of actually playing a professional sport. Even if they were just 
pipe dreams, her father used it as a means to encourage her towards college. But on a 
beautifully warm Friday afternoon before a game, the day seemed to drag unlike anything 
else. 

So the chance to get moving proved much more interesting than a study of over 
saturation of advertisement in mid twenty first century.

“Hey, Case!” Angel shouted, jogging up to catch her. “Why didn’t you tell me about the 
rally?”

“I…didn’t know,” she answered honestly. 

“Then who set it up?” Angelina had just assumed Casey had.

“Maybe it’s a mistake, or maybe McVicker? We’ll figure it out when we get there,” 
Casey suggested. She knew nobody else on the team would have, and her father wouldn’t 
have. So who else was left? She knew there wouldn’t be an answer until they got to the 
auditorium, so they hurried there.

“There you guys are!” Caroline said, turning to the two of them as they entered the 
school’s large auditorium. The school itself wasn’t especially large, just over eight 
hundred students, the auditorium was built to serve twelve hundred sitting and another 
couple hundred standing, for occasions such as graduation. 

“We’ve been setting up chairs forever!” Jenna complained from the stage. She along with 
Caroline had done the bulk of the work setting up the chairs on the stage, although they 
were able to charm a few of the men to help out. The rest of the team had only shown up 
a moment ago. Naturally the chairs in the auditorium were bolted to the floor, but the 
stage was used for anything from rallies to plays to the debate group. So they had to set 
up all the chairs themselves.

“What took you two so long?” Caroline asked, wiping her brow.

“Wait, did you set this up?” Casey asked, looking over at the rest of the futanari team as 
they helped the men’s team prepare the center stage.
 
“No, I figured you did,” she shrugged. “Any time out of class, right?”

“Then who did this? McVicker?” Casey asked, scanning the room as if for an answer.

“It was me,” John said, waving from the podium.

“You? What? Why?” Casey suddenly felt embarrassed and exposed.

“Well we always have a rally for the girls’ and the men’s team at the same time. Since 
you’re going to play tomorrow right after us, why wouldn’t we extend your team the 
chance. After all, we’re gonna sweep the double header, right guys?” he shouted. 

“Heellllllll yeah!” The men cheered loudly on cue. 

“Right futas?” he shouted. 

“Yeah.”

“Sure we are.”

The cheer wasn’t nearly as vociferous. “Okay ladies, work on that.”

“We’re new,” Casey rolled her eyes. 

“Yeah. So anyways, for the new guys, gals, futas, sorry,” he said, scratching the back of 
his neck, “The guys will set up on this side, and the futas on the other. First the principal 
comes up and says his bit, and then the cheerleaders go on for a bit to get the crowd 
going, and then each of the captains come up and say a speech, they play some loud 
music and the cheerleaders do their thing and everyone files out, and that’s pretty much 
it. Oh, uh, who’s the captain?”

“Well, we don’t really have one,” Casey admitted.

“Oh hells yeah we do. What is wrong with you Casey, we know you’re not modest,” 
Jessica said, shoving her forward.

“Yeah, Casey is totally the captain,” Jenna said.

“Of course!”

“Who else?”

“It’s got to be her.”

“Why are we even wasting our time?” Caroline asked.

“Okay, well set the chairs up, and the classes will be brought in soon enough,” he said, 
catching the cheerleaders as they went through their practice. Of course the only one 
paying as much attention as him was Casey, and he had to grin about that. 

It wasn’t Casey’s first rally, but there was still a nervous energy about it. Most kids didn’t 
give half a care about the sports team, and that was okay to her. She didn’t give two shits 
about the computer club or the art club. Of course, she didn’t go to any rally for either of 
those clubs either.

Still, the energy was from kids just happy to be out of class. Most of them hadn’t been 
locked in classrooms for long enough to have forgotten the summer. And on a beautiful 
day like this, they were probably as pleased as she at the opportunity to get out of class. 
Still, with all four classes there were easily eight hundred people huddled in seats of the 
large auditorium.

“Welcome Men, Women, and Futanari of Southwood High School, I would like to 
welcome you to this student sponsored rally. First I want to thank our school’s booster 
club, which has generously donated money to help offset the costs of equipment and 
uniforms for our teams,” he paused for a short round of applause. The kids didn’t care but 
those were the people footing the bill.

“Now I’m sure that you’re all raring to have a safe and productive weekend. So without 
any further ado here are our cheerleaders and pep squad, please, give them your full 
attention,” he said with a knowing grin. Even though the uniforms were decent, the men, 
women, and futanari that pranced up onstage were enough to warrant a much larger 
round of applause.

The applause quickly died down as the squads dispersed to either end of the auditorium, 
far from the eyes of the eager student body. John stood up, grinning as the crowd began 
to cheer again.

“Welcome students of Southwood High School, what’s up? Thank you for coming,” John 
said, waving to the crowd. “As you all know, we have a double header tomorrow against 
Viewpoint.” The crowd automatically booed their cross-town rival. 

“I know, I know. Personally I don’t think they stand a chance!” he shouted, reveling in 
the applause from the crowd. 

“Now, now, save it for the end, we all want to get our weekends off to a quick start. I’ve 
come up here to ask all of you for two things. The first is natural. Come on, watch our 
games, and cheer your hearts out. We need all the support that we can get,” he stopped, 
setting up a pregnant pause.

“But there’s another thing I want to ask you all for. As you know, our women’s team has 
been disbanded,” he said, hearing the boo birds rain down. 

“Okay, settle down,” he said, holding his hands up. He certainly was good at this. “Due 
to our women’s team being disbanded, the game tomorrow was going to be cancelled,” 
he tried to hold back the shit eating grin as they booed once again. 

“Well here’s something you might not know. Our school has the first ever futanari 
baseball team. The first ever. These ladies have busted their hump to get a team together 
in no time, and they’re going to challenge Roberta Gibson’s perfect season! So when 
you’re thinking about what to do tomorrow afternoon before your party, how about you 
go to our field and watch history happen?” he asked, his bombastic voice filling the 
auditorium. “Oh and save me a drink, I’m gonna need it after kicking Viewpoint’s sorry 
butts. Now to tell you more about it, here is the captain of the first futanari baseball team, 
Casey Brown, give it up!”

Casey licked her lips and smiled. He was good. Almost too good. She had done these 
little rah-rah speeches before. But this one was different. She steadied herself as she 
walked to the podium, shaking John’s hand as she relieved him.

“Thank you John for that speech, and thank you students for coming out this afternoon 
and supporting us,” Casey said, pausing for the applause. 

“I’m not nearly as good at this as John is, but he is right. After having been kicked off of 
the women’s team, we have formed our own team,” she didn’t expect as much applause 
as she received. 

“I’m going to be honest with everyone here. We have one game, and only because of the 
worst circumstances. We stand no chance of making any playoffs. We don’t even have 
much of a chance to win the game. But we can do one thing,” she grinned. It was a power 
trip being up here. And it didn’t take her too long to get back into her usual attitude when 
talking about sports.

“Roberta Gibson is a perfect thirteen and oh on the season without giving up a single run. 
Tomorrow at one in the afternoon, we aim to change that,” she said, enjoying the 
applause. 

“I could go on about the merits about how important being a ‘first’ is. The first futanari, 
the first futanari doctor, first futanari scientist, the first futanari athlete. But that’s another 
discussion for another day. Right now, this isn’t about firsts. It’s about baseball. If you 
want, you can come to see something that’s never been seen before, a futanari baseball 
team. Or you can come to see that futanari baseball team fighting to stop something that’s 
never been seen before, a perfect season! Don’t come and cheer because we’re a first, 
that doesn’t matter. Come to cheer because it’s baseball, and we just might pull out an 
upset!” Casey shouted, raising her hand.

*

13

The men’s team had won their morning game, apparently, or so Casey could gather. It 
was her normal routine to watch the men play. She was so anxious about the game that 
she couldn’t even watch the early game. She had to spend a lot of the morning gathering 
her team’s equipment and refreshments and stowing it in the car. But Casey caught the 
end of the announcer’s recap, and she could tell by their joviality that they had won by 
quite a bit.

Most days she would watch the first game of the double header with some of her 
teammates, then play in the second. It simplified things for both children and parents, and 
the schools as well. All of the student athletes and their parents could migrate from one 
part of town to the other, and move shared equipment and refreshments easily. In addition 
it usually proved for larger crowds and helped the school spirit by instilling the sense of 
rivalry in each new class. Or gave the vendors who signed a deal with the school a better 
chance to sell food and drinks.

“Okay, we’we hewe,” Jamie said, barely dragging a bucket of balls above the ground. 
Her sister Karen carted a duffel bag of bats to the dugout, and used her free hand to give 
Jamie some assistance. The baseball diamond was now empty, as the first game was over, 
and the crowd shifted back and forth, some filtering in and out.

“Won’t be much longer now,” Casey held her hands over her eyes to shield them from 
the sun. Today was hot, much hotter than it usually had been. Though the leaves were 
falling from the trees, it felt more like a sunny July day, with all of the heat and humidity 
expected. She scanned the audience, looking for her teammates. 

“Heya Case, how’s it going?” John asked, following Casey’s gaze, wondering what they 
were looking for.

“Good, heard you won, congratulations,” she said, finding Caroline sitting next to 
Jessica. She waved over to them, watching them get up and start moving towards her.

“Thanks, went three for three with a homerun, a pair of walks, and four RBIs,” he said 
proudly. He had secured his third best batting average in the school history for the men’s 
team, and was proud of that.

“Good, uh, hey, thanks, you know, for yesterday,” Casey said, looking out for the rest of 
her teammates.

“You’re welcome. Hey, I’ve gotta go shower, I smell like I’ve been in space for a month, 
but I was thinking, maybe, after your game, you might want to…you know…hang out, or 
something?” he figured pushing his luck now wasn’t going to hurt.

“Yeah, maybe, talk to me later,” she said dismissively.

“Oh, uh, okay. Well I’m going to go but, uh, talk to you later, maybe,” he said, shuffling 
away. He stopped to look at her, she hadn’t even as much as looked at him during their 
entire conversation.

“Hey Casey, where were you?” Jessica asked as she ran up, watching John slink away. 

“Yeah, we always watch the game together,” Caroline thought, before adding, “Unlike 
the guys who just ditch us as soon as the game starts.”

“That’s fine, who needs them?” Jessica asked rhetorically. “If they don’t want to come, 
let them go.”

“I just had some stuff to do, sorry. Let’s just get ready, we’ve got the game in just a little 
bit,” Casey said, glancing at John’s head sink down as he walked away.

“Here they come,” Caroline laughed, pointing at the Viewpoint women’s team. They 
walked together as if trying to intimidate, and with good reason. They were on the verge 
of a perfect season, with their ace on the mound that hasn’t given up a single run all 
season.

“Just ignore them,” Jess said, starting to stretch herself out.

“Hey, what are we looking at?” Jenna asked from behind.

“Oh, that’s the other team,” Jess said, almost jumping a little in her cleats. The futa had 
scared her.

“They don’t look that good,” Alex said, holding her dark hand onto Jenna’s bright white 
one.

“Sunki’s with them,” Jessica noted, pointing to the short futa in back.

“Probably hitched a ride,” Casey said, scanning the people trickling in and out. She saw 
JD and Angelina moving towards them, and with her family there that meant that 
everyone had arrived.

“Stretch it out ladies, almost game time,” Casey shouted. The futanaris around her began 
their normal stretches, but it looked so strange for them to all be working in immaculate 
suits. Baseball suits needed a little dirt, a little grit to them to make them real. Fans wore 
clean jerseys, players wore them dirty, at least in her opinion. But being a shortstop and 
stealing her share of bases, she usually had plenty of time to get a little dirt.

“Sunki, I’m gonna miss you, you know. You were the best catcher I’ve had,” Roberta 
said, offering her hand. She had intentionally hung back with her friend to speak in 
private.

“Thanks, I loved every minute that I was able to catch you,” she said, shaking her former 
pitcher’s hand.

“Sorry it had to be this way. Still consider you a friend. But I’m not going to take it easy 
on you,” she warned, with a slight grin.

“Wouldn’t be you if you did,” Sunki said with a laugh. “Good luck. I hope you lose one 
nothing with an unearned run.”

“Thanks, I hope we shell you futas so bad they’ll invoke the mercy rule,” she enjoyed the 
laugh her and her former catcher shared. The next time they saw each other would be on 
the baseball diamond as opponents.

*

14

“Well welcome again everyone to the second game of our double header, the Viewpoint 
Eagles visiting the Southwood Wolverines. If you missed the morning game, the men’s 
team won the early game handily, eight to three, thanks primarily to the hitting of All Star 
Jonathan Belle.

“The Eagles have Roberta Gibson on the mound. She’s thirteen-and-oh in thirteen 
complete game starts, with a perfect ERA of zero. Hasn’t given up a single run, earned or 
unearned in all of her starts, and she’s here to win a record fourteenth game, the most 
ever by a pitcher of either gender. Barring a catastrophic meltdown, she’s already locked 
up the pitching Triple Crown, ERA of zero, an amazing two hundred strikeouts, and of 
course as we already said wins at thirteen. She’s got a plus fastball, and a split finger 
fastball, with a pretty good changeup. She throws hard, as you might imagine, and is 
averaging an almost impossible sixteen strikeouts a start. 

“On the other side, the home team has Angelina Robinson pitching. This young fireballer 
has a tremendous fastball, and compliments it with a good curve, but has been very wild 
in the past. She leads the league in walks and hit batters by a reliever. This will be the 
first start for the true freshman Angel, who’s fortunate enough now to have one of the 
better defensive catching prospects in the entire school district. Let’s see if she can 
wrangle in the young hurler, who is the only pitcher on the Wolverines team.

“While we wait for the first pitch, let’s go through the lineups. Leading off for the Eagles 
is Susan Montador at shortstop, Jenny Wideman is batting second and playing second, 
then Amanda Stewart in right field hits third while Katherine Sanchez in left field bats 
cleanup. Sarah Taylor at first hits fifth with Jennifer Plant at third rounding up the second 
third of the line up. Then we have Aisha Muhammad in centerfield, and a bit of a change 
for Roberta, whose catcher has now switched sides. Shannon Nicols will bat eight and get 
the start as the catcher, with another change for Roberta Gibson, who’ll not only be the 
starting pitcher but also have to bat ninth. The futanari team has elected to play without a 
designated hitter, believed to be because they don’t have one.

“Moving onto the Southwood Wolverines, and for many of you I’m sure this will be a set 
of new names to remember. Leading off is the centerfielder, Caroline Vazquez in 
centerfield, with Karen Brown at first, and Karen’s sister Casey Brown the All Star 
shortstop will bat third. Jessica Carrey is playing third base and will bat cleanup today, 
and Josefina Daniella will play right and bat fifth. Alexis Ramirez will play second base 
and bat sixth, while Jenna Augusta will play left field. Viewpoint’s former catcher has 
had to switch sides, due to gender confusion, and will now play for our Northwood 
Wolverines, starting at catcher. And to round it out is today’s starting pitcher, Angelina 
Robinson.

“Just another moment before we go to the game, so we’re going to take a few moments 
for station identification on the WERM Viewpoint radio network,” the field announcer 
said, as a preprogrammed sound clip played over the field. In order to save money, 
instead of having an actual announcer, they just fed the school’s radio announcer through 
the public announcement system.

“So are we ready to play?” William asked the umpire.

“Yeah, just give the pitcher an extra minute to warm up,” he said, finishing off a bottle of 
water quickly. It was hot, and only getting warmer. And being overweight never made it 
easier. 

“She’s getting forever,” Catherine Gibson, the coach for the Viewpoint Eagles and 
mother to the starting pitcher Roberta complained.

“There’s no rush,” the ump said, taking another bottle of water while he waited. He was 
the only one out there to officiate the game, and he wasn’t getting paid that well for his 
trouble. But still, it was a nice little weekend job, and he had fun, more often than not. He 
was just getting used to the cool fall weather, and like most people he was looking 
forward to game one of the World Series at Fenway Park tonight.

Sunki stood up from her crouch and jogged out to the mound. They were ready to start 
the game, and everyone was just practicing their infield tosses. “Okay Angel, just 
remember how I showed you, keep your body mechanics and maintain your delivery. 
Don’t tip your pitches and follow my calls.”

“No problem,” Angelina said, spitting the shell of a sunflower seed onto the dirt of the 
mound. She watched the batter step into the box, as the announcer started yammering on 
again. She could live without him.

“All right, let’s get going!” the ump called. Jamie ran to third and Phillip to first base 
while the rest of the team got in position.

“And we’re ready for the first pitch to Susan Montador. Fastball in there for a strike. 
Angelina has dramatically changed her delivery since we last saw her two weeks ago. 
The wind up, and the pitch…swing and an easy pop up to left field, she got it off the end 
of the bat and popped it up for an easy play in shallow left. Jenna Augusta in left field is 
under it, waiting, and she caught, no wait! She dropped it! Oh no, she has that one easily, 
she must have just lost it in the sun. So we start the game off with an error, not the way 
that Angel wanted it to go.”

“It’s okay Jenna, don’t worry about it,” Casey said, fielding the carom. 

“Son of a bitch,” Angel said, spitting a sunflower seed onto the ground. She violently 
grabbed the ball again, got the sign from her catcher and threw an outside fastball.

Casey knew where the ball was going to go from the angle of the bat. But it didn’t make 
it any easier for her. She ran at full speed to her left, diving at the ball. The ball barely in 
her grasp, she tossed it underhandedly to the second base futa. She watched with some 
small relief as the ball sailed to her sister at first base. She lay there for a second, 
enjoying the light cheer of the crowd, as well as the announcer, on a slight delay.

“Alright, well here is Wideman, with a runner on first. She scorching grounder up the 
middle and… the shortstop gets to it ranging to her left. Brown picks it up and tosses it to 
Ramirez out, to Karen Brown…out on a close play! Boy she was really hustling down the 
line there and it wasn’t a good throw, I think she double pumped, but the first base futa 
was able to make the play. Brown who has a good glove at short is able snag the ball, that 
looked like a sure up the middle. And so the error is erased.”

Casey grinned, picking herself up. Now she felt like a real baseball player, the entire front 
of her uniform was covered with the dirt of the infield. She dusted a little bit of it off 
before returning to her fielding stance.

“There you go Case, good job,” Angelina shouted from the mound. She caught the ball 
and waited for the signal from her catcher. Sunki signaled a changeup, up and in. She 
shook her head no. She wanted to establish her fastball. Sunki repeated the sign, and she 
shook it off again. Sunki put the sign down a third time, and she stepped off the pitching 
rubber, and spit out another sunflower seed while her catcher ran up to her.

“I don’t want to throw a changeup,” Angel said, while holding her glove over her face.

“Look Angelina, I know her. She always swings at the first pitch. So let’s get her to get 
fooled up on a changeup and get an easy out,” Sunki didn’t as much say it, as she ordered 
it.

“Okay, two out and now Amanda Stewart is up. A changeup high, and she swung at it, a 
little weak fisted pop up on the infield. The shortstop Casey is there, and she camps under 
it. And so the side is retired, Wolverines coming up next.”

“Awlwight futas, good job!” Jamie shouted, running out next to third base.

“I screwed it all up,” Jenna pouted as she jogged to the dugout.

“Don’t worry about it,” Alexis said, putting her arm over her shoulder.

“How can I not worry about it? It’s my fault,” Jenna knew she had let her team down. 

“Hey, give it a rest,” Angelina said, stuffing a handful of sunflower seeds in her mouth, 
“I’m trying to watch the game here. C’mon Caroline!”

“Don’t worry about it Jenna, it’s all over now,” William said, trying to be reassuring.

“Here,” Casey said, handing Alexis her pair of backup sunglasses, “Try these.”

Caroline took a deep breath and tried to let out her anxiety as she stood in the batter’s 
box. She had planned her next move for a week, but she knew that she only had one 
chance to get this done. She checked the infield alignment, they were all playing back. 
That worked to her plan perfectly.

“Leading off for the Wolverines in Vazquez, the speedy centerfielder. She’s only hitting 
one forty two, and doesn’t have a hit against Gibson in five at bats. She bunts at the first 
pitch!”

Caroline pumped her feet as quickly as she could, dashing up the first base line like an 
Olympic sprinter. She couldn’t tell if it was foul or if someone pounced on it and was 
throwing it to first. It didn’t matter to her, she had to leg this out no matter the cost.

“Oh it’s a beauty, slowly rolling up the third baseline. The third basewoman runs but 
can’t make the play, and watches, hoping it might go foul, but it doesn’t. Caroline, whose 
now hitting one fifty six this season, has managed to get herself a leadoff bunt hit. There 
goes the perfect game, of which Gibson has two this season.”

“I guess they’ve got to pull a few tricks to get on base,” Roberta said, spitting on the 
infield grass.

“I should have had that one,” Jennifer, the third basewoman said, handing her the ball.

“It’s okay, it’s not like they’re going to score. Next time don’t play so deep. Let’s show 
these futas how a real team plays,” she said with a grin.

“There you go!” William shouted, putting up a number of signs, as he tried to indicate for 
her to steal second. Caroline nodded as she took a wide lead off of first base. “Karen.”

“Yeah?” she asked, taking her bat off of the dugout bench. She was looking forward for a 
chance to hit. More than fielding she really liked batting, and she knew it would really 
bug Casey if she got a hit or two.

“Caroline’s going to run on the first pitch, if you can hit it, take a swing, otherwise just 
take it,” he said in a hushed tone.

“Got it dad, uh, manager,” Karen said, feeling the steely glare from Casey for daring to 
acknowledge who her father was. 

Caroline watched from first. She had a good lead, but not too big. She knew she didn’t 
want to alert anyone that she was going to steal a base. She didn’t know how well they 
knew her, but she hadn’t gotten on base when playing the Eagles, and didn’t show her 
base running speed then. But of course she just flashed her speed a moment ago. As she 
watched Roberta get into her pitching stance she dialed it up, running towards second 
base with all of her might. She knew she had it stolen easily, she was almost at second 
base by the time the pitch even got to the plate.

“Here’s Karen Brown, in her first at bat for the season. Runner on first, nobody out… 
Vazquez is going at first! Here’s the pitch and Karen swings and hits a scorcher but right 
at the third base woman. She throws the ball back to first before Vazquez can do anything 
and it’s a line out double play. Well that’s the risk you run by sending a base runner this 
early, but when you’ve got a pitcher this good, you have to at least consider sending the 
runner off. And with the speed of Vazquez, she had that base stolen easily.

“That’s what I’m taking about Jen, good glove, nice toss,” Roberta said, pumping her fist. 

“I owed you one,” she said with a grin.

“You still owe me twenty five more outs, but who’s counting?” Gibson shared a smile, 
before shifting her face back to the stoic dominant determination she showed on the 
mound.

“It’s okay, good swing. Foot either way and it’d be a hit!” Casey said, trying to sound 
encouraging as she held her fist up for her sister.

Will shook his head. He had tried to get too fancy, with a hit and run play. He shouldn’t 
have tried that so early, should have sent the runner without having Karen swing. He was 
already second-guessing himself in the first inning. “Okay Casey, let’s get going out 
there!”

Casey grinned, taking her bat. She stretched out a moment, trying out a couple of practice 
swings before stepping into the batter’s box. It was Casey time.

“Here comes Casey Brown, Karen’s younger sister by two years. She is one of the 
regular hitters for the Wolverines this season, with a fantastic six oh eight batting 
average, twelve home runs, and twenty eight RBIs in nineteen games. She has really been 
on fire this season, and is four for twelve lifetime against Roberta Gibson with a homerun 
and four runs batted in. However, those hits were in the past, and she has not recorded a 
hit against her this season.

Casey trained her eye, a technique she learned when she was young. By staring into the 
outfield and then staring back towards the infield, was able to adjust her eyes to the ball 
easier. Normally, she would just look at some arbitrary blade of grass poking up on the 
dirt, and the outfield wall. This time she made the mistake of looking at the pitcher. She 
could see the shift in her eyes, changing from her normally dominating stare to a fiery 
glare of determination. Casey snorted, returning that glare in kind. There was no love lost 
on the diamond between opponents, especially against the greatest competitors on the 
field.

“Casey checks her swing on a changeup low and away, ball one. This is power pitching 
against power hitting here. The pitch, low and away again, this time a sinking fastball, 
two and oh. Casey is being patient up there, probably trying to give her pitcher a minute 
to rest. I think Gibson is more accustomed to having the borderline calls. Fastball on the 
inside part of the plate, taken for the first strike. She’s is making her work, as she 
normally does, she’s a very methodical hitter, known for waiting for her pitch. But when 
she sees it, she rips it. Another pitch, ball up and away, three and one. We’ll see if Brown 
is going to swing in this hitter’s count.” The announcer said, doing his best to drum up 
interest in a high school baseball game, just before the World Series.

Casey tried to steady her nerves as she took another strike. She had to calm herself down, 
but she was always this amped up for the first at bat. Full count, she knew something was 
coming. She had to do it now.

That was exactly what she did. 

“The payoff pitch…Brown rips a screaming liner into the gap between the outfielders. 
She’s hustling down the line and taking the turn around first. She’s got good speed, and is 
rounding second base. She’s not holding up and the outfielders aren’t going to get it in 
time. Casey Brown has a stand up triple! Oh the double play a moment ago really hurts 
now, that could have been the difference between a run. But now they have a runner in 
scoring position, let’s see if Jessica Carrey can cash that run in with two down.”

“Jessica is hitting three oh two with four home runs and twelve RBIs, another former 
player of the women’s team. Casey on third, with a slight lead. The pitch and there’s a 
drive, high but not deep, this one will stay in the park. The left fielder Sanchez catches it 
easily and they strand a runner on third. And so we go to the top of the second, no score.”

“Hey, did you see what I did out there?” Katherine asked as she headed off the field.

“What?” Jenna asked, jogging to her position.

“It’s called catching the ball, maybe you should try it sometime,” she joked, laughing as 
she headed to the batter’s box.

“That’s not nice,” Jenna said, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. She wasn’t 
accustomed to this sort of treatment.

“Hey, Jenna, just shake it off,” Casey said, smacking the futa’s butt with her glove, 
“Prove her wrong in the field.”

Angelina spat out another shell of sunflower, waiting for the team to get through their 
tosses. She idly threw the ball to her battery mate, waiting and wondering when she could 
actually throw. When the same girl, Kate Sanchez, who had just irked her teammate came 
up, she was determined to get her out. Sunki threw down one finger, indicating fastball, 
and she planned to throw this one with everything she had.

“Here comes Kate Sanchez, who just made the catch in left. She’s batting two eighty-two 
with four home runs and fourteen RBIs. Here’s the first pitch, and she hits it, a screaming 
line drive into shallow center, and a leadoff base hit. The catcher Applegate is heading 
out to the mound, oh and now the shortstop is going to join them, probably to talk to 
Robinson about that last one.” The announcer said, much to the disdain of Angelina.

“Hey, you went back to your old stance, you’ve got to pitch the way I showed you. Your 
throw was as flat as these girls, just cheese,” Sunki said, kicking some of the infield dirt.

“I don’t care, I can throw it faster that way,” Angelina protested, picking up the rosin bag 
and dusting the sweat off her hands. She was starting to show the effects of the heat. 

“It doesn’t mean anything if you can throw it an extra mile or two an hour. If your 
throwing with your arm it’s easy to hit, it’s got no movement. Maybe you can blow it by 
a couple of people, but you’re not relieving anymore. You’re a starter now, and you’ve 
got to save some gas in the tank. We don’t have anyone else to pitch, remember that,” 
Sunki warned.

“Look, Angel, let’s just go with her for now. If it doesn’t work, you can always blame it 
on her later,” Casey said, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Yeah,” Angel said, spitting another sunflower shell in the general direction of the 
batter’s box, “Okay, we’ll do it your way.”

“And so the meeting on the mound is done. Up next is Sarah Taylor, this lefty is hitting 
two fifty nine with six home runs and fifteen RBIs. She takes a changeup low for ball 
one. Robinson’s control seems very much improved. In the past she has relied on her 
fastball and that was about it, but so far she’s been mixing in her breaking pitches well. 
Fastball taken up and away, for a strike. Her pitching mechanics seem different, she 
seems to be throwing more with her legs and less with her arm. That’s a fastball, in there 
for strike two, to go along with one strike. Sarah has seen Robinson once in her career, 
and struck out. Right now Angelina’s hoping history repeats itself. The runner is going! 
The pitch is a swinging strike out, throw to second, not in time, and Sanchez gets into 
second on a stolen base, and is in scoring position with only one out.” The announcer 
said, his voice narrating the game to the crowd, whose interest was waning.

“Fuck me,” Angelina sighed, shaking her head. She was confident if she had thrown it 
her way she wouldn’t be in this mess. Faster to the plate meant more time to make the 
throw at home. She waited for her sign, and picked up the ball. Another fastball, that was 
good, she liked throwing them.

“And so here comes Jennifer Plant, she’s hitting two forty two this season with two 
homers and eight runs batted in. She tries to hold up on a fastball but can’t and hit’s a 
check swing roller to the shortstop. Brown who had been playing deep has to run to make 
a play, and she can’t! The ball rolled under her fingers, and now there’s runners on first 
and third with only one out. She was trying to hold up and hit a little ‘excuse me’ check 
swing grounder, and Casey didn’t have much of a chance on it, she’d need an almost 
perfect throw for it to even be close and when she tried to bare hand it she couldn’t get 
hold of it. That’ll go in as an infield hit, no error.”

“Cock sucker,” Casey muttered under her breath. She signaled the infield, telling them 
there was one out, and signed for Alexis to get ready for a double play.

“So with runners on the corner and only one out, we’ll see how well Robinson can deal. 
Next up is the centerfielder Aisha Muhammad, who is hitting two fifty with no home runs 
and six runs batted in. She squares to bunt and takes a ball in there for a called strike. Not 
a good pitch to bunt on, the Wolverines were fortunate to get a high strike call. I don’t 
think she was going to bunt, but rather try to bring the left side of the infield in. Swing 
and a high pop up, about medium depth in left field. The left fielder Augusta will have a 
chance to get this one.”

Jennifer Sanchez snorted a laugh as she tagged on the base. As soon as the futa out there 
caught the ball, if she caught the ball, she planned on scoring her run. She wasn’t even 
going to bother running. ‘There’s no point in tiring myself out’ she thought. She knew 
that the bubbly blonde wasn’t going to get the ball in time.

“Sanchez is going to test the left fielder’s arm out there, or at least draw a throw.”

Casey hung her head for a moment before holding her hands up. She did not believe that 
Jenna had the arm strength to get the ball in the infield too. She jogged out to shallow 
left, getting ready for the relay, and at least trying to hold the runner at first.

Jenna caught the ball, running into it like she had watched in the documentary with 
Casey. She hurled the ball with all her might, throwing her body into it so hard she slid 
on the outfield grass. She watched the ball sail over Casey’s head, amazed at the speed 
and accuracy of her throw. 

“The runner tags up and starts to jog home. Here comes the throw to home, oh it’s a 
beauty. A one bouncer right at the catcher with Sanchez who made a late break to home 
and is picking up steam…!”

Casey turned her head around, watching the ball sail in towards Sunki who was guarding 
the plate as the runner suddenly picked up her speed.

Unfortunately Sunki didn’t have much of a chance to defend herself. She didn’t even 
have enough time to catch the ball before Sanchez collided with her head, knocking her 
head over heels backward. Dazed and confused she could do nothing but try to recover as 
she lay on her back, groaning from the pain.

“…but she can’t get it! Sanchez has collided violently with her, sending her end over end. 
No call yet from the umpire but she can’t be out, the catcher doesn’t have the ball.”

Panting and running, Angelina grabbed the ball, diving towards home plate. Sunki’s fall 
was enough to cover the plate, denying Kate from scoring long enough for her to tag her 
out.

“The pitcher backing her up dives and…she has the ball! Sanchez is called out at home 
plate! Oh what a play! Sunki Applegate was knocked onto her back by Sanchez and 
Angelina, backing up the plate like she should have, managed to dig the ball out and tag 
her out. And so the Eagles are retired on a strange double play, and we go into the bottom 
of the second inning, no score, Wolverines coming up to bat.”

“Hey,” Jenna said, stopping on the infield and shouting loud enough that her team could 
hear. “See what I did there?”

“What?” Katherine Sanchez asked, still a little dazed.

“It’s called throwing you out, maybe you should try running sometime!” Jenna said, 
spitting on the grass as she practically pranced back to the dugout in glee.

*

15

“Hey are you guys getting bored out there?” Roberta Gibson asked with a chuckle. “Want 
me to give up a grounder or something? Give you something to do?”

“Roberta Gibson strikes out her sixth consecutive batter, after striking out the side to end 
the fifth inning, and the first two in this inning. She’s amassed eight strikeouts already, 
just a touch below her usual mark. The only player who’s had any real luck today has 
been Casey Brown, who has a triple and a double already. The only other hit was a bunt 
single by Caroline Vazquez to lead off the game. And Gibson has yet to surrender a 
single walk to the Wolverines.”

Karen stood in the batter’s box, trying to shake off her nerves. There’s nothing like 
watching six teammates in a row strike out to make you lose your confidence. And Karen 
had barely swung a bat in years. This had changed from something that was fun to 
something that was difficult.

“Here’s Karen Brown, oh for two with two punch outs already. She looks a little uneasy 
in the batter’s box right now. The windup, and the pitch, oh she plays some chin music! 
An up and in fastball sends her falling back for ball one. Well that got her attention. She’s 
barking something out to the pitcher.”

“Hey you stupid bitch watch it!” Karen shouted. 

“You watch it, you’re all over the plate. If I want to hit you you’d be on first by now, so 
get back in the batter’s box!” Gibson shouted.

“Ladies, that’s enough swearing. Give it a rest now,” the umpire said, donning his mask. 

The audience which had been booing lightly suddenly began chanting “Bullshit” 
uproariously. Casey turned her head, waiting in the on deck circle to find the location of 
the chanting. She was sure it wasn’t the parents. Most of her sisters were behind her 
dugout, along with many of the other player’s parents and families. It took her a moment 
to notice the masculine nature of the chanting.

“Bull-shit! Buuuuulllllll Shhiiiiiiitttt” John shouted with his hands circled around his 
mouth as he led the chant.

“Well it looks like the men’s team has shown up and is starting to cheer for the futanaris’ 
team. It’s a welcome change from the crowd, which has so far been dead quiet. Gibson 
gets in the set position. The pitch…curveball that dips a little too low. Two and oh.”

“Talk about bullshit,” Gibson muttered under her breath.

“I said watch the language,” The umpire said. Even if he didn’t have good eyes he had 
great hearing, “Don’t make me warn you again.”

“Gibson doesn’t get wild really, but on occasion she can nibble a bit, once she’s gotten 
accustomed to getting the close pitch. Of course when you’re pitching like she is, you 
can’t help but get those close pitches, umpires aren’t going to give you the borderline 
calls if you’re being wild.

“Her next pitch, Brown taking a fastball for a called strike all the way. After having a 
punch out and hitting into a double play, Karen seems a little nervous up at the plate. She 
takes a beautiful curveball in there for a strike. That was a knee buckler. Starts about eye 
level and sinks to just over the knees. Here’s the next pitch, and Karen goes lunging after 
a pitch, just making contact. She just looks awkward up there on the plate. She’s 
swinging way too early and trying to hit everything with her arms. She takes a fastball 
riding up and in to fill the count. Roberta Gibson is looking to strike out the side again. 
The pitch, and a strike called-noo! She walks Brown on a close breaking ball that 
apparently was too low. Looked like a great pitch, the borderline ones she’s been getting 
all day. Karen Brown even started towards the home dugout before the umpire gave her 
the news. Oh and you can tell that Gibson isn’t liking this at all on the mound. She had 
taken four steps towards the dugout, and is still staring the umpire down. That won’t help 
her chances.”

“Good job Karen!” Casey shouted, clapping her hands.

“Good eye Karen, good eye,” William shouted with a grin. It was a huge relief for 
someone to get on base, or at least not strike out.

“Gweat Kawen!” Jamie screamed from third, jumping for joy. 

“All right Casey, your turn, bring her home!” Caroline shouted from the bench.

Casey took a deep breath as she stood at the plate. She watched her sister at first, taking 
about the smallest lead possible. It made sense after having lined out into a double play. 
Besides Casey knew she ran like a girl. As she settled into the batter’s box, she was 
surprised at the noise from the crowd.

“Here we go Casey, here we go!” the crowd chanted. At first it was just a single voice, 
John’s chant was barely audible. Then the men’s team joined in, the chant growing louder 
and more boisterous. The audience, which had been mostly silent, became caught up in 
the cheering as well, and soon the small crowd was chanting and cheering the captain of 
their team as she stood at the plate. “Here we go Casey, here we go!”

Casey grinned, feeling the electricity from the crowd feed into her already adrenaline 
fueled desire for victory.

“Can you believe these chumps? Get a walk and they act like it’s a home run,” Roberta 
said, shaking her head in disapproval.

“What else can they do?  This is the closest thing they have to a rally all day. Just strike 
this luck chump out and we can go home,” Susan said with a chuckle.

“Well the Wolverines have a runner on first, and are looking for some help from their All 
Star shortstop Casey Brown, who is two for two with a triple and a single.”

Casey didn’t wait one moment. She struck while the iron was hot, sending a ball flying to 
the outfield. She loved the sound of the cheers as she kicked it into gear to race down the 
base line.

“She swings at the first pitch and hits a line drive in the gap. Her sister Karen rounds 
second and heads towards third, Casey is trying to stretch it out to a double. The right 
fielder is up with it quickly and throws it to second base. Looks like she might have her at 
second…”

Casey hustled around the turn, watching the fielder out in right field. She had a stronger 
arm than she had anticipated, and send the ball flying in over at her. Her head snapped 
around. The second basewoman caught the ball on the outfield side of the grass. Casey 
dived forward, spinning her body at the last second towards the infield side of the grass. 
Stretching one arm out she tagged the base just a moment before the fielder could.

“SAFE!” The umpire shouted from halfway between the pitcher’s mound and second.

“Casey slides headfirst and evades the tag! Karen Brown had to hang up at third base, 
and Casey Brown at second. The Wolverines are threatening now with two down, and 
Jessica Carey coming up.”

“What the hell is with this bitch?” Roberta muttered on the mound. “Okay, playtime’s 
over.”

“Jessica is oh for two with a line out and a swinging strikeout. She takes a heater on the 
outside corner for a called strike. Gibson had a little extra in on that one. She’s not 
waiting either, she’s back to the rubber, and the pitch…Jessica swings and misses on a 
beautiful curveball. Again Gibson gets the ball and goes back to the stretch. The windup 
and the pitch, called strike three over the outside corner, Jessica can’t believe it. The  
Wolverines strand two this inning, three overall, and we go to the top of the seventh with 
no score on the Wolverines’ radio network.”

“Damn it damn it damn it!” Jessica shouted, throwing her bat on the ground.

“Oh sorry guys, I said I’d let you catch one didn’t I?” Roberta laughed as she walked 
back in to the dugout.

“It’s okay Jess, you’ll get her next time,” Casey said, patting Jessica’s ass as she jogged 
back to get her glove.

“Son of a bitch,” Jess said, kicking the dirt.

“And we’re ready for the top of the seventh, still no score. Jennifer Plant, Aisha 
Muhammad, and Shannon Nicols are due up this inning. Plant is oh for three with a line 
out to the first base futa a long fly out, and a ground out. She takes a pitch low, for ball 
one. Robinson has gotten a little wild over the last inning or so, it might be possible that 
she’s feeling the effects of fatigue. She’s usually been a reliever, and this start is by far 
the most innings she’s pitched in a single game. Her previous high was two plus innings a 
month and a half ago against Charlemonte. She winds up, and pitches…swing and a base 
hit into left field. It wasn’t hit that well but a small looping line drive. As Willie Keeler 
said, ‘Hit em where they ain't’”

“Goddamn it!” Angelina said, shaking her head. The heat was getting to her, and she was 
getting a little tired, but she didn’t want to admit it, not now. Especially when her team 
needed her. ‘I don’t care if my ERA balloons to forty or if my arm falls off. I’m gonna 
finish this game.’ She thought, determined to go the distance. Sunki threw down a 
changeup, and she nodded. Despite herself, she knew that her catcher was calling a good 
game. 

“Runner on first, nobody out for the centerfielder Aisha Muhammad. She’s one for three 
now with a single. She takes a swing on the first pitch and pops it up in foul territory.”

“SHIT!” Sunki shouted, jumping up from her crouch. She could see the ball, hovering in 
midair as if in slow motion. She dashed, trying to find the right angle, watching as it 
moved farther away from her. She knew what she had to do, but she didn’t know if she 
could do it in time.

“The catcher Applegate gets up and runs to the wall near the bleacher seats by the 
opposing dugout. She reaches over on the move …and she falls in! Oh she fell headfirst 
into the short fence guarding the line. The umpire is running over to make sure she’s 
okay, she took a mighty fall like she didn’t know it was…she made the catch! It didn’t 
even look like she had a play on that ball. It looked like from where I’m sitting that she 
had run into the fence, but the replay shows that she dived for that ball, really stretching it 
out to give her pitcher a much needed out. That was a big play, hopefully Angel can 
capitalize on it.

“Sunki? Sunki! You okay?” Angelina asked, petrified. She had never seen someone take 
a dive into the stands before.

“Yeah,” Sunki said, taking her helmet off to rearrange it. The impact had jarred it off 
some. “I’m fine.”

“Hell of a play,” Casey said, smacking her on the ass. 

“Don’t scare us like that again,” Karen was even more frightened than Angelina. She 
didn’t quite get the importance of making the catch.

“All right ladies let’s not suck each other’s dicks just yet. She made a catch, but this isn’t 
football. We got to make eight more outs now, so let’s get it done,” Jessica said, wind 
milling with her throwing arm. 

“She’s right, let’s get this done,” Casey said, leading the others back to the infield.

“Hey, Sunki,” Jesse said, waiting for the other futas to get back to position.

“What?” she asked, putting her mask back on.

“That was one hell of a catch,” she said with a chuckle as she ran back to third.

“Well Applegate seems fine, and the inning will continue. Taylor is still on first, now one 
out, and the batter is going to be the catcher Shanon Nicols, who has struck out twice, 
once looking, once swinging, and popped up to right field. She takes a pitch for a called 
strike, a good fastball. Robinson isn’t throwing nearly as hard as she was before, but right 
now the Wolverines don’t have anyone else to bring in. She’s had a fairly low pitch 
count, it’s at seventy five through seven and a third. The pitch, a curveball, low for a ball. 
She’s been relying on her off speed stuff more, and it’s been a vast improvement. 
Robinson winds up, and throws a fastball, swing and a drive, deep to center.”

Caroline froze as she saw the ball hit. It was directly at her, the most difficult kind to 
judge. A moment’s hesitation she knew she was going to have to pay for. In only a few 
seconds she had accelerated to a full sprint running her hardest away from the plate to the 
ball. She could see it flying overhead. It wasn’t going to be far. It was a game of inches. 
One inch here or there and it was fair or foul, safe or out. She strove to make the play. 

With a long dive she stretched her body out completely, arching her catching shoulder 
forward. She could feel the rough dirt of the warning track scuff up her exposed arm. The 
swirling dirt filled her mouth with a filthy taste. She almost lost track of the ball. 

But she didn’t. With a heavy drop the ball fell into her glove. Knowing there was no time 
for dilly-dallying she jumped back to her feet, flinging the ball back into outfield with all 
of her might.

“It doesn’t have enough to go over the wall. Vazquez in center is racing back, running, 
dives and…makes the catch! Oh she dived for that one and came up with an excellent 
dive. Plant, who had already rounded second base had to scamper back to first and could 
not advance. And so thanks to two spectacular defensive plays, the Wolverines have 
managed to keep Plant waiting on third base, now two away. Robinson should really 
thank her teammates.” 

Casey grinned, shouting at her infield to hang back. Now that there were two outs, they 
weren’t going to play as far in, with the exception of the first base futa. 

“And so that will bring up the pitcher Roberta Gibson with two out. Roberta has struck 
out and lined out in her only at bats of the season. This is her third career at bat, as most 
teams opt to make use of the designated hitter rule. That is of course in the hands of the 
home team, and without having an extra player to be the DH, the Wolverines are forced 
to make the pitcher hit. 

“Roberta stands in there with a wide open stance. Most pitchers choke up on the bat, 
trying to just make contact, but she is standing in there like a slugger. She swings and hits 
a ball a mile high, behind the backstop and out of play. Hope that doesn’t hit someone’s 
windshield. As we said Angelina is showing some signs of fatigue, and is taking more 
time between pitches. And the pitch is a ball outside, a fifty eight foot curveball that 
skipped into the catcher’s hand, no advance for the runner. The pitch to Gibson is…ball 
two, this time too high with a fastball. She calls for time, and steps out to fix her batting 
gloves. She looks pretty comfortable up there. The two-one pitch to Gibson…there’s a 
swing and a drive, deep to left. The left fielder isn’t going to get this one. With the runner 
off on contact Plant rounds second and is heading to third. Augusta grabs the ball and 
throws it into second but Gibson is there and has herself an easy stand up double.”

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Angel said, kicking the rosin bag.

Casey looked at her pitcher. She knew that Angelina was losing it. She shook her head a 
couple of times, trying to think something up. A smile crept across her face as it dawned 
on her. She knew it was worth a shot at least. 

“Hey Angel,” Casey said, running out to the mound.

“What’s up Case?” She said, avoiding her shortstop’s eyes as she spat out sunflower 
seeds.

“You okay?” she asked, taking the ball from Angelina’s glove.

“Yeah, I’m fine. My arm feels like rubber, but I’m good. Just need one out,” the pitcher 
answered. She didn’t want to seem like a girl now.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Casey said, smacking Angelina’s glove with her throwing arm. 
“Now let’s get this bitch out.”

“Wait you mean…Yeah,” Angel said, with a grin.

“Well the meeting on the mound is over. Next up is Susan Montador, who has two 
singles and has lined out today. Robinson is playing with the rosin bag, I can’t tell if 
she’s just venting her frustration or if her hand is too sweaty. She’s using some colorful 
language to describe things right now, but she might just be buying herself some time to 
ease up.”

“Heh, sorry about that,” Casey said, taking up her normal shortstop position.

“All the same to me,” Roberta said, taking a slight lead from second as she stared at the 
infield.

“You know how it is, first time starting, she’s got the jitters,” Casey said, watching her 
lead.

“Ah it happens,” Gibson said absentmindedly, taking another step.

“Yeah, it does,” Casey said, her eyes glancing at the distance between the base and the 
lead.

“This is a first for you too, first time you’ve had to hit right?” she asked, watching the 
opposing pitcher take another step.

“Yeah, kept the ball and everything. Why do you ask?” Gibson said, looking over her 
shoulder for a moment. 

Casey didn’t hesitate for a second, dashing in between the bag and the runner.

“You forgot to call time out,” she said, tagging the pitcher for the third out. Roberta stood 
there dumbstruck for a moment before hanging her head.

“And the pitch…The side is retired! Casey Brown pulls off the hidden ball trick! She had 
the ball, and the base runner Gibson had never called time out. It was her first hit, and 
whether she didn’t know to or if she had forgotten to call time, either way she’s out. And 
so the side is retired, and the Wolverines manage to dance around a leadoff hit for 
another inning. The Eagles have left six, bottom of the seventh coming up, we are still 
knotted up at no score.”

*

16

Angelina Robinson knew no exhaustion like the way she felt now. It wasn’t simply the 
pitch count, given the fact that she was pitching into the ninth inning she hadn’t thrown 
that many. But her body wasn’t accustomed to this type of physical exertion. She had 
sweat buckets, her arm was as sore as it had ever been, and what was worse, she knew 
she couldn’t throw anymore.

Even if she had wanted to argue it, she knew that walking the third runner in a row to fill 
the bases in the top of the ninth inning with no outs more or less proved it. Worse, there 
was no one to take her place on the mound. Win or fail, it would all be up to her. And she 
wasn’t very hopeful. Every team had a closer, or someone else who could come in and 
relieve her, make a hold or a save.

But not this team. And so Angelina had no choice but to pitch to the next batter, no 
matter the exhaustion. Thanks to the cheers of the men’s team, and the effects of her 
teammates, she was searching to find the strength to finish off the game.

“So the Eagles have loaded the bases up, Sanchez at third, Taylor on second, and Plant on 
first, with Aisha Muhammad the centerfielder coming up to bat. She has never hit a grand 
slam in her brief career, but has four RBIs in three at bats with the bases full, although it 
was in one hit. The pitch…hit her! Oh the tie is finally broken in the top of the ninth by a 
hit by pitch, and the runners rotate. It wasn’t intentional, nobody is going to hit anyone 
with the bases loaded especially with no score. But just like that the Eagles have their 
lead. Angelina on the mound looks devastated.”

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Angel screamed, kicking up the dirt of the mound. She was livid at 
herself for giving up the lead.

Casey shook her head. She knew it wasn’t over, not yet, but it was getting there. Even if 
they could somehow keep the other team off the board, she knew that they needed to 
score and prevent the other team. And neither seemed possible right now.

“Okay, Viewpoint, I’m issuing a warning. This stops now. Southwood, same to you. I’m 
not going to tolerate any more bean balls, understand?” the umpire said, looking at both 
coaches.

“And the umpire has officially issued warnings to the teams. I don’t really know why, 
obviously that wasn’t intentional. It was a breaking ball that hit her knee, if it was 
intentional it would probably be a fastball on the arm or the behind. So now it’s up to 
Shannon Nicols to try to add an insurance run. Bases still loaded, still nobody out. She 
swings on a bad breaking ball, did the pitcher a favor there. She was probably looking for 
a first pitch fastball. She takes a fastball high, to even the count. Angelina is nearing the 
one hundred pitch count, after that she has to be removed from the mound. Although she 
would be able to finish the current at bat, she’d need to retire the side on another nine 
pitchers, and barring three strike outs, it’s be interesting to see what the Wolverines 
would do. Most likely they’d have to have an infielder come and try to finish the game 
up.

“Another fastball, this time way outside, the catcher had to come up out of her stance to 
grab it. Two and one. Even the crowd, which had given the team some momentum in the 
middle of the game has died down. She takes a changeup for a strike, evening the count. 
The pitcher Roberta Gibson is in the batter’s box, so there’s no question, she’s going to 
come out and pitch the ninth. She takes a ball low, to fill up the count. If they were going 
to have a reliever, first off she would be warming up now, but also I’m sure that they 
would pinch hit for the pitcher. We’ll see if Angelina is able to do something on this 
pitch, she’s already hit a batter to drive a run home, she doesn’t want to walk in a run.”

The crack of the bat made Casey’s eyes grow large. She knew from the angle of the wood 
where it was going to go. She only had half a moment, not much more than a second to 
react. She sprinted full force to her left, catching the ball on the fly. Before the base 
runners knew it she had the ball, and they were both far off base. Her sprint aimed her in 
a direct line to second base where she tagged the bag before throwing with all her might 
to first base, just half a step before the runner could tag up.

“Triple play! Oh my goodness, what a play by the shortstop. Ranging to her left she 
caught the ball, tagged second and threw to first. That’ll go in as a five unassisted. What a 
lifesaver. But, the Wolverines give up the lead, and only have three outs to try to tie it. 
Bottom of the ninth coming up next.”

“Oh my fucking god Casey, I owe you one,” Angelina said, smacking Casey’s ass.

“You showoff,” Jessica said, smacking her glove against Casey’s.

“Better show it off at the plate,” Alexis said, hustling to the dugout.

“Angelina, you okay?” Casey asked as she stepped into the dugout, watching the futa 
almost collapse onto the bench.

“Bucket,” Angel said, her body swaying, “Bucket!”

William grabbed a trash bucket quickly, thrusting it under the futa just in time for her to 
vomit the last two hours worth of sunflower seeds and sports drink out. It was not a pretty 
site, and just the look at it made Jenna begin to vomit on the floor of the dugout. William 
shook his head as the two futas expelled the contents of their stomachs, hoping that they 
would be okay. He was already looking for the first aide kit and maybe some sawdust.

Caroline jogged in with the other outfielders. She knew she was up next, the leadoff futa 
trying to just get on base. She had about zero luck so far batting from the left side of the 
plate. She had tried to become a switch hitter to improve her batting, but now, it didn’t 
seem to matter. 

“Hey Sunki, any chance I get a first pitch fastball?” she asked Gibson’s former personal 
catcher.

“If she does it it’ll be up and in so you don’t bunt again,” Sunki answered back, undoing 
the armor on her suit.

She grabbed her helmet and stood in the batter’s box from the right side of the plate. 

“And so the Wolverines will have Caroline Vazquez, Karen and Casey Brown to bat, if 
anyone should get on it would be Jessica Carrey. Caroline is hitting from the right side of 
the plate at this at bat, which is a change as she’s been batting lefty the entire game. She 
swings at the first pitch and hits a ball into the gap!”

Caroline didn’t have a moment to grin, but she did so anyway. She ran towards first as if 
the hounds of hell were on her heels. Even for a speedy base runner she was making 
every effort that her scrawny body could muster. She huffed and heaved, pumping her 
legs with an inhuman effort. 

“She races down the first base line and almost slips as she rounds first. She is heading for 
second and probably beyond. The outfielder is still fumbling with it out there and is only 
now throwing it in.”

Caroline rounded first base nearly toppling over her own momentum. She could see the 
ball bounce in the outfield, she knew she had a chance. She didn’t let up, didn’t slow 
down as she rounded second. Now she was at a full sprint, running as if there were no 
tomorrow.

“She’s running to third base, and is being held up by her third base coach. But she’s 
running right past the sign of the little girl!”

“Howd up! HOWD UP!” Jamie screamed, holding both hands in the air.

She rounded third, ignoring Jamie’s pleas to hold up. She was going to be the hero, going 
to break the record, going to have an inside the park home run. She saw Casey, indicating 
for her to slide. She forced her body down with all her might.

But it wasn’t enough. Her foot trapped between the legs of the catcher, and the full 
weight of her body fell on top of Caroline’s ankle just short of the plate. She felt the 
glove drop down on her already aching shins. It took almost forever for her to hear the 
umpire give her the bad news. Long before that she could already feel the pain.

“You’re out!” he said, unapologetically.

 “Caroline slides in and…she’s out! Oh a violent collision at the plate, but the catcher had 
blocked it well and the throw was right on the money. So that’s the second base runner 
gunned down at the plate, one from each team. That’ll go in as a triple with a thrown out 
trying to advance, but more importantly to the Wolverines, it’s one less out.”

 “Fuck,” Caroline said, hobbling up, “Fucking shit, ahhh, fuck me!” she screamed as she 
put weight on her leg.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” Casey asked, grabbing her teammate and wrapping her arm 
around her shoulder.

“My fucking ankle, I jammed it, shit, fuck, oh god that hurts,” She groaned, following 
Casey back to the dugout.

“Get some ice on it,” William said, feeling like he was working in an emergency room 
with one futa showing signs of dehydration, another having sympathy vomits, and now 
one with what he hoped was only a sprained ankle.

“And so that will bring up Karen Brown with one down. Karen doesn’t have a hit today, 
but does have a walk. Gibson takes the sign, and the pitch…hits her! Oh she hit her right 
where she keeps her wallet. Brown is charging the mound and that’s going to empty the 
dugouts!”

“That’s some fucking bullshit if I ever saw it!” Karen screamed. She was livid.

“Just go and take your fucking base, be happy I gave it to you,” Gibson said, spitting just 
in front of Karen’s white and pink shoes.

“Fuck you, you stupid bitch, I ought to slug you right now!” Karen was ready to wind up.

“Karen stop,” Casey said, watching her sister’s body movements. She was even going to 
punch like a girl. “If you do that we lose.”

“What?” Karen asked, feeling the bodies rush around her.

“Any fighting means an instant ejection from the game, and you futas don’t have enough 
people to have a pinch runner. So take your fucking base and shut the fuck up,” Gibson 
said, pointing with her glove.

“That’s enough!” the umpire said, stepping between the two feminines. “Take your base, 
and everyone get back into your dugouts or I’ll disqualify both teams!”

“What?” William asked, nearly knocking over the bucket of puke as he ran out onto the 
field. “Why the hell haven’t you ejected her?”

“That’s it, you’re out!” he said, ringing William Brown up. 

William Brown was by no means a man taken to quick bouts of temper. He was a fair 
man with a sense of decency. But in the heat of the afternoon, with his daughter hit by a 
pitch, and her abuser receiving no punishment, and to top it off he was the one being 
ejected…he snapped.

“You stupid son of a gun, what the hell is wrong with you? You issued warnings you 
idiot, the whole point of that is to stop any kind of retribution. What the hell are you 
doing out here, do you just want to see the girl pitch? Is that it? You got paid off by 
Viewpoint so that she’d get to finish the game, is that it? You stupid son of a gun I can’t 
believe a blind idiot like you can even do this for free,” William said, kicking as much of 
the infield dirt onto the umpire’s pants and shoes as he could.

“Are you done?” The overweight umpire asked, his hands on his hips, “Because I’m done 
listening to you. Little League kids throw better fits than you. Get out of here pal.”

“So the Wolverine’s manager is going to be ejected, but not the manager for Viewpoint, 
or Gibson. It doesn’t make sense, if the official is going to issue warnings to both teams, 
then if there’s a hit batter he should eject the pitcher and the coach. He does have the 
option if he doesn’t think it was intentional, but obviously it wasn’t intentional in the top 
of the ninth. Nobody is going to hit someone with the bases loaded and nobody out in a 
scoreless game.

“This is a lucky break for the Eagles. In a sense it’s a lucky break for the Wolverines too, 
as they have a base runner on, which they haven’t had too many of. And perhaps most 
importantly it’s right in front of their hottest hitter Casey Brown, who is three for three 
and is just a home run short of hitting for the cycle. And you know that she would love to 
send one out of here right now and end this game, the Eagles winning streak, and 
Gibson’s perfect season in one hit.

Casey could hear the crowd chanting her name. All of her family behind her, Samantha 
and Lindsay, Joan and her girlfriend Rose, Lynn, and the rest, her caseworker Alexandra. 
She looked over and saw Jonathan once again leading the chant. She chuckled. He was 
always trying. She had to give him that. Some day, she wondered, she might give him 
more.

“The catcher is standing up is she going out to talk to the pitcher? No, they’re going to 
intentionally walk Casey to get to the slow moving third base futa Jessica Carrey, who’s 
already hit into a double play today. The boo birds are raining down now, bemoaning 
Brown’s chance to hit. The second pitch is there. It’s an interesting strategy to put the go 
ahead runner on. I don’t agree with it, you can’t put the tying or winning run on base in 
such a close game. But when you have a talent like Casey, it’s somewhat understandable. 
And I don’t see Roberta Gibson nibbling anytime soon. The third pitch is in. Still, you 
put the tying run in scoring position, and it’s not like the base was open anyway. Ball 
four and Casey trots down the line, staring the pitcher down.”

“And so Jessica Carrey stands in the batter’s box. She swings at a high heater but doesn’t 
make any contact. Gibson came out this inning throwing gas, her fastball has excellent 
movement on it. She throws another fastball, and another swing and a miss, oh and two. 
Jessica calls for time, trying to shake things off. She leans back and delivers, Jessica 
swings on a fastball around her eyes to strike out. That was a nasty pitch. So the 
Wolverines are down to their final out in the person of Sunki Applegate.”

Sunki stepped in, stretching her arms out. She knew what kind of stuff her teammate had. 
Despite all that she hoped, she couldn’t tell if it would be enough to make a difference. 
Just because someone tells you have a fastball coming, it doesn’t mean you can hit it. She 
took a deep breath, watched for the signs at third, and got herself ready.

“Strike one, another fastball this one just on the edge. Gibson is bringing it this inning, 
not holding anything back. Applegate and Gibson are great friends, but she’s not giving 
her friend any kind of break, or even an ephus pitch. Swing and another strike on another 
fastball. The Wolverines are down to their last strike, and hoping that their newfound 
catcher can do something.”

The audience was on their feet, cheering, clapping, and shouting. The nervousness 
bounced about the field, filling the players with uneasiness. More so than any of the 
games they had played, this game had a painstakingly nervous energy about it, as if it 
would come apart at the seams, and all that would be needed would be a single hit, a 
single play, a single bad call, a single pitch.

“Strike three swinging and Sunki Applegate has struck out!”

Casey’s head sunk down, she spit on the ground. She knew they weren’t going to win. 
They were facing a great pitcher in the middle of the hottest streak a high school baseball 
player had ever had. The team was professional and deep, whereas hers was amateur at 
best, and didn’t even have a bench player or reliever. They had gone as far as they could, 
done everything that there was to do. And that’s what the game was about. It wasn’t 
about winning every game. It was about playing their best, and she had done that.

Casey’s attention was snapped away by a small voice in the crowd. She could hear her 
little sister, now her manager screaming at her.

“WUN!” Jamie screamed bloody murder. “WUN WUN WUN WUN WUN WUN 
WWWWWUUUUUNNNNNN!”

Casey looked up and watched the ball from strike three bounce past the catcher. She 
knew the rule like the back of her hand. If the catcher doesn’t hold onto strike three the 
batter can run to first. She sprinted forward, motioning for her sister to do the same.

Sunki looked back, grinning as she watched the ball bounce to the backstop. She would 
have caught it. She pumped her legs down the line, but knew it was a futile effort at best. 
She was a catcher after all, and was about as fast as a one legged dog. Still the game had 
to be played, no matter how she felt.

The catcher Shannon grabbed the ball and threw it to first with all of her might. In fact 
she threw it with too much pepper on it. The ball bounced on the ground twice before 
skipping past the first basewoman into right field.

Karen watched her cute little sister’s arms windmill as she hoofed it homeward. She 
looked back, hearing Casey’s footsteps pounding not far behind hers. She watched the 
throw sail into right field.

The right fielder ran into the ball, hurling it to first with all of her might, mistakenly 
trying to make the play there. The catcher ran up the first baseline, trying to cover. Sunki 
gave one last strong jump to land her foot on the bag just a moment before the right 
fielder threw the ball there. She sighed as she knew she was safe, even if it took the 
umpire a moment to declare it.

With her catcher at first base Roberta Gibson ran homeward, but it wouldn’t matter. 
Karen ran down the line, diving face first past the pitcher as she tagged home plate to tie 
the game.

“HOWD UP!” Jamie tried to shout, practically demanding that her older sister Casey 
stop.

But Casey was a run away freight train. She wasn’t going to pause for a moment. She 
chugged along halfway down the line before she saw the throw. She kept running with 
everything she had. 

Roberta Gibson covering the plate grabbed the ball and turned her head to see Casey 
barreling down on her. She barely had time to rotate her body around before they 
collided.

Casey hit her with everything she had. The girl was blind sighted and didn’t have any 
gear on. She sent the girl flying onto her back three feet away.

Gibson grunted as she fell, her body dropping like a rag doll. She groaned and turned to 
her side to try to shield her body from the impact.

And a little white orb, weighting just five ounces and just three inches across, bounced 
harmlessly out of her glove. 

Casey tagged home vehemently before jumping for joy in the arms of her sister. 

“The Wolverines win it! The Wolverines win it! On a passed ball for strike three and a 
throwing error by the catcher the Wolverines have won it on a walk off error committed 
by Nicols. The players are mobbing at home plate. The first futanari team has its first 
ever win, breaking the Eagles perfect season! Roberta Gibson’s will keep her record ERA 
but will have to take the loss. Can you believe it?”

Casey wanted to cry tears of joy as she jumped in the center of the pile, with her friends, 
her family, and her teammates jumping about her. It wasn’t just winning. It was baseball. 
But winning sure as hell made it better.

*

17

“Good game,” Casey said, shaking Roberta’s hand as the teams were preparing to leave. 
It was the rule, they had to shake everyone’s hand at the end of the game, for the sake of 
learning to play the game right. But she looked forward to this more than she usually did.

“Yeah,” Roberta said, shaking Casey’s hand as quickly as she could. “You’re lucky. If I 
had my catcher then I’d never have lost.”

“Yeah, but she’s not your catcher anymore,” Casey said, letting go of Roberta’s hand.

“I guess not,” she sighed.

“Hey, at least you’ve still got the record. And one little L isn’t going to make that big of a 
difference to the scout, is it?” Casey asked rhetorically. She didn’t expect an answer.

“It’s already over, I talked to the scout last weekend. I’ve got the full scholarship. 
Starting next fall I’m going to be a Wildcat, playing in Arizona,” she said with a grin.

“So this…all of this meant nothing to you?” Casey asked.

“Of course it meant something to me. It’s baseball. What else could I do? Throw the 
game? Miss my turn in the rotation? It’s not fair for my team. You should know more 
than anyone. Besides, it must feel better to beat me than Julie. You wanted to play the 
best of the best, didn’t ya?” she asked, egging her on.

“Yeah, I did. One more question, why did you walk me in the ninth? You had to know it 
wasn’t the right thing to do,” Casey was doing much the same, trying to egg her on as 
well.

“Two reasons. First you’re about the only player on your club that I think had half a 
chance to beat me. Second, I wanted to pitch to Sunki once more. I won’t be able to play 
with her again, and I wanted to enjoy that one last time. I won’t forget it,” Roberta said, 
tipping her cap.

“Hey,” Casey said, pulling off her cap, “You mind signing this?”

“Oh?” Roberta said, taking Casey’s pen.

“Yeah, might be worth something some day,” she said, and they both chuckled at it.

“If we don’t meet again, have a nice life. You’ve got a hell of a game there, you know. 
Just like with this, don’t let them take it away from you,” Gibson said, tossing the hat 
back before jogging off to her teammates.

Casey looked down at her glove, reading the signature. 

‘To Casey Brown, the first and only person who went three for three with an intentional 
walk against me. 
Best of luck kid. 
R. Gibson’

Casey shook her head and looked back at her team. They were all packing up now, 
getting ready to head back. She checked the stands quickly, watching the last of the 
parents file out. Then she caught one familiar face skipping the fence and coming onto 
the field.

“Hey John,” Casey said, jogging over to him.

“Hell of a game out there, congratulations,” he said, grinning while he scratched the back 
of his head.

“Thanks. Hey look, I was thinking of doing something tonight to celebrate, you 
interested?” she asked, watching the look on his face.

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’d love to,” he answered a little bit too quickly.

“How about you swing by my place tonight around seven. I’m thinking Italian,” she said, 
the corner of her mouth turning upward.

“I love Italian,” he was still trying to process everything at once.

“Oh and this time, how about you use the front door,” she asked, wrapping her arms 
around him and laying a kiss on his lips.

*

“Well William, I have to say, it was one of the most enjoyable games of baseball I’ve 
ever been to. And one hell of an ending, I almost lost my voice screaming,” Alexandra 
said, yawning to herself.

“I was so burnt out I was floored for most of this week,” William admitted, taking the 
hint as he went to grab his coat.

“Still William, can’t you at least cuss out an umpire?” she shook her head in disapproval.

“My ten year old daughter was about twenty five feet away from me,” he didn’t like to 
swear in front of his children, in case they learned from him that it was right. It didn’t 
help much with Casey, but he had to try.

“Well that’s probably for the best. It’s getting late Bill,” Alex said with a yawn. She 
wanted to get home and get some dinner, and probably scrub some more paint off of the 
floor before collapsing in bed and starting it all up again. 

“Of course. Oh wait, I almost forgot,” he said, lifting the gift wrapped box. “Something 
for you.”

“Oh Bill, you shouldn’t have,” she said, taking the gift box. She used her sharp fingernail 
to slice the wrapping paper off in one swift move before lifting the lid to look at her gift.

“Casey saw you at the game, and she thought you should have a copy, I have the original 
on my mantle,” he said, grinning as he saw the expression on her face. 

Inside the gift box was a framed picture of the first ever futanari baseball team, the 
Southwood Wolverines, including the manager and coaches, signed by each, mounted on 
a wooden frame with an inscription cut in gold. The inscription read “Perfect season 1-0”.

“Oh you…” she said, a tear welling up in her eye. She didn’t want to get all mushy here 
in front of him. 

“We thought you deserved it,” he said, knowing how difficult the job could be for her. 
She did a lot of the work looking over the children, caring for them from afar and 
constantly checking up on them, but received no credit, no thanks, no accolades for her 
work. 

Alexandra stood up and went to the wall, where the only nail in the office was. Taking 
down her display case showing her diplomas, she hung the picture up and grinned from 
ear to ear. She’d find another nail at another time for the diploma. It didn’t matter right 
now. Maybe it was because they were the first, maybe it was because of they won, but 
right now, the only thing that mattered was baseball.




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