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I said there's really nothing to it
But you crossed them, then you blew it
Now they're coming out to get ya'
Now they're rolling rolling rolling (Watch out!)
Watch out for the roller girls
Watch out for the roller girls
Watch out for the roller girls
...
Bonus points if you know that song. Anyway, here's my second TF story! This took me a lot longer to put out than I expected; college work really takes up a lot of my time and energy unfortunately :( This story is much longer than the first one I did, and it has actual dialogue! I hope y'all enjoy this; I have a few other ideas for TF stories before I likely call it quits, so I'll try to work on those when I can. Let me know what you think of the story! This one's about three college students working with a women's roller skating group on campus as guest skaters for the group's annual performance. What plans do this group have in store for the three students... and what will they discover about themselves?
This story contains: MtF anthro Labrador Retriever, TFTG, mental changes, ripped clothing
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“I can’t believe we’re actually here. You sure this is a good idea, bud?” The concerned voice of your friend Dan rings in your ears. “You’ve never done this before.”
You, Dan, and your other friend Louis, are walking to the entrance of the Williamsburg University Women’s Roller Skating Club’s (WRSC for short) meeting room in the student union building. A few weeks ago, you got an email from the WRSC sent out to the boy’s athletic departments asking for three guest skaters to join them in their annual performance in the school’s basketball stadium. As a member of the football team, you were one of the first people to receive this email. Within a few minutes of seeing it, you jumped at the call and responded immediately. To be honest, you’re not really sure why you did. It just… seemed like the right thing to do. This was despite the fact that unlike Louis and Dan (who’ve been skating since childhood), you’ve never had experience roller skating before. They’d been trying their hardest to teach you what they know over the past few weeks, but it’s been rough. Sooner than you would’ve liked, the first WRSC meeting regarding the performance rolled around. Luckily, it’s just a planning meeting. But still… the time will come when you’ll need to show off your skating “skills”, and that’s a day you’re not looking forward to. For now though, you can relax. At the very least, you’re glad that Louis and Dan are joining you. Louis is a member of the basketball team, and Dan’s on the track team. The email specified that the three guest skaters should be from different departments, so the three of you lucked out there.
“I’m sure.” you say. “I feel good about this.”
“Okay, if you say so.” Dan shifts the backpack with his skates in them to his other shoulder, then looks behind him. “Louis, how you holding up?”
“Hm?” Louis looks up from his phone. “Oh, I’m good. I’m with Dan though; are you sure you’re okay with this? You’ve been getting a little better with the skates so far, but I don’t know if we have enough time to get you where you need to be.”
“It’ll be fine!” You turn to the both of them and smile, betraying the anxiety you’re feeling inside. “Besides, I’m sure they’ll have a plan. If I’m not good enough, they’ll just put me in the back or something.”
Louis and Dan stop, exchange a glance, and look at you. “Guys, come on. It’ll be alright!” you say with a frustrated edge to your voice.
Louis shrugs his shoulders and Dan sighs with resignation. “Alright. Let’s get inside.”
The three of you enter the student union building and make your way to the meeting rooms downstairs. “Room 111. We’re here.” You say when you reach the end of a winding hallway to the left of the stairs you used.
Standing in front of the closed meeting room door, you can hear excited chattering escaping from the room beyond. They’re waiting for you. Before you can reach for the handle though, you feel a pang of something in your chest and freeze. It could be excitement, but it could just as easily be anxiety, or maybe even a bit of both. You’ve felt this feeling before actually, when you read the WRSC’s email. Your strong reaction to its proposition was a big reason why you volunteered to be a guest skater in the first place. Your curiosity over that compulsion is what drove you here. Now though… that feeling is overwhelming you. You can’t bring yourself to grab the door handle. Louis puts his hand on your shoulder worriedly. “Hey man, you okay?”
Before you can do anything, the door handle turns with an authoritative CLACK, and a young woman steps outside to greet you. “Ah, perfect timing! You must be the guest skaters. We were wondering when you all would get here! Come on, let’s get started!”
And just as soon as she exited the room, she strides back in with your hand firmly grasped in hers, with Louis and Dan trailing close behind. She must be the leader of the club. You try your best to bottle up the feelings of anxiety that you got while the young woman marches you through the room; there’s no time to think about it right now anyway. All around you are women chatting amongst themselves, with some of them stealing quick glances in your direction. Some of their attention is on Louis and Dan, but they mostly seem focused on you for some reason. Before you can question it any further, the young woman stops and sits you up straight in the middle of the room and looks out across the sea of talking heads. She clears her throat, and claps her hands twice while yelling: “Girls, girls! Listen up!” The young woman clasps her hands together as Louis and Dan sidle up next to you.
“Everyone, these…” she stops for dramatic effect. “Are our guest skaters! Give them a WRSC welcome!”
The room is filled with the sound of applause for a little bit, with a few cheers thrown in for good measure; you hope no one can see you blushing. “Okay everyone, we gotta get to work getting our friends here up to speed on what we’re doing. Susie, can you bring the plans up? I’m gonna get them settled in.”
A red-haired woman near the back of the room nods her head in affirmation as she opens a laptop. The young woman that presented you to the room grabs your hands and puts on a big smile. “We’re really glad you’re here. We’ve got big plans for you!”
That sounds… interesting. Before you ask her what she means, she starts pulling you along behind her again. “Come on, let me show you your outfits!”
Um. What? Outfits? No one said anything about outfits.
“Wait, hold on. The email didn’t say anything about-“ You’re cut off before you can finish your thought. “Look, they’re right here! Aren’t they cute?”
On the table before you sits three outfits. The two on the left and right look the same; just some average looking male cheerleader outfits. One outfit is all red, while the other is completely blue, but both of them share the big “WRSC” letters on the front. They look perfectly normal. The outfit in the middle though…
The young woman picks up the red and blue outfits and thrusts them into Louis’s and Dan’s arms. “These are yours! And for you…” She whips around and grabs the middle outfit. “Here you go!”
The outfit in the young woman’s hands seems to be some kind of two-piece, skintight spandex uniform. The pants are completely black, not taking into account the two thin white sprites running down the sides of the legs. The shirt is also black, aside from a pink pawprint symbol on the right sleeve. “Um. I have to wear… this?” you ask.
A peculiar look crosses the young woman’s face at that. “Well yeah. These are the outfits our guest skaters always wear. Have you seen our other performances?”
“I uh… have to admit that I haven’t.” You say. “No offense.”
The puzzled look disappears from the young woman’s face in an instant. “None taken! We’ve got some new outfits getting in a few weeks from now; we can see how you feel about those. For now though… Sorry sweetheart. This is all we have.”
“It’s… okay.” you mumble. “I can make this work. Just one question though: why the pawprint?”
The young woman’s face lights up. “You’re the one representing Lizzie! We’ve seen you hanging around her a lot at the football games, so we wanted to have you be the one to symbolize her at our performance. You’ll be the one leading the routine; it’s gonna be great!”
Lizzie the Labrador Retriever, the school’s mascot, has been a friend of yours throughout the year. Her handlers brought her out to meet the team before the beginning of the football season, and she took an immediate liking to you. You’ve spent a lot of time petting Lizzie on the bench at the football games, waiting for your turn on the field. As a dog lover, you appreciate having her around to calm you down during the often-overstimulating games. The soft impact of her wagging tail hitting your leg as she sits next to you always puts you at ease. You’re honored that the WRSC has chosen you to represent-
Wait. Did she say you’d be leading the procession? Oh no.
“H-hold on! You can’t put me as the lead!”
“Why not?”
“Because I-“ you stop yourself before you let slip that you’re not an experienced roller skater. Louis and Dan exchange a worried glance with each other. You need more time to practice. Yet, when you look at the young woman’s face, you can’t help but feel a deep understanding and patience behind her eyes. You should tell her the truth before this goes any further. You take a deep breath, and confess: “Because I’m new to roller skating, and I need more practice.”
The young woman gives you a friendly and understanding smile. “Oh sweetheart, you don’t need to worry about that. We figured that you might be new to roller skating, so we’ve prepared a lot of practice time. Just worry about showing up to the meetings and you’ll be fine, mkay?”
“W-wait, hold on…” you try to ask her more questions, but she slinks away into the crowd of women coming to congratulate you on being the procession lead. As you shake hands and exchange hugs with the group members, you try and push the feelings of anxiety in your chest down and focus on the meeting.
Nothing you can do for right now, you suppose.
…
The next few weeks are a blur. You, Louis, and Dan walk through the familiar doors of the meeting room every Friday, and hash out your routine. Embarrassingly, you’re encouraged to wear your spandex to every meet. To salvage some of your dignity, you wait until you’ve arrived at the student union to change. You can’t get over how ridiculous you look in the outfit, and it gets stiflingly hot during practice to the point where you need to take frequent water breaks. Still, even with the uncomfortable outfit, you can’t help but enjoy your time at the WRSC meetings. Everyone there is so friendly and supportive, not to mention patient. You’re not sure how they can stay so upbeat through your disastrous practice runs, but you appreciate it.
The positive atmosphere is working wonders on Louis and Dan too. They haven’t been too open about it, but you can tell they’re much happier when surrounded by the WRSC members than they are their teammates. You feel much the same way actually. You find yourself dozing off a lot at football practice, wishing you could leave to get lunch with Mindy (the leader of the club who introduced you to everyone) and her friends. The more time you spend around the football guys, the less you enjoy their company.
When you’re finally set free from football practice, you go out to one of the stadium parking lots with Louis and Dan to practice your routine. You’re not getting much better, but you’re starting to have more fun. Mindy sits in during a few of your sessions and gives out pointers, but they don’t really do much for you. As much as you’re having fun, you still feel a powerful vice of anxiety in your chest over the performance, especially since rehearsals are ramping up. The performance is coming soon, and you couldn’t be less ready. Mindy tells you not to worry, that everything will take care of itself just fine. You wish you could believe her.
All you can do for now is focus on practice.
…
“Agh, damn it!”
After you’re done getting over the shock of the fall you just took, you pick yourself up off the floor carefully, leery of falling over again. Louis, Dan, and Mindy rush over. They help keep you steady as the WRSC members practice their routine in the empty basketball stadium. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” Mindy asks.
“I’m fine,” you reply. “Just embarrassed.”
“Dude, you’re all good.” Louis says.
Frustrated, you throw your hands in the air. “No, I’m not! The performance is next week, and I’m still falling on my ass!”
“Man, don’t worry.” Dan pipes in from the side as he sits in a chair. “You’ve got plenty of time to get it right.”
“He’s right sweetheart,” Mindy adds. “Just a bit more and you’ll be ready.”
“I…” You sigh with resignation. “You’re right; all of you. It’s just… frustrating, you know? I should be good at this by now.”
Mindy leans in and squeezes your shoulder. “I know, I know. I felt the same way when I was starting out, y’know?” Mindy gives you a big smile as she starts to pat your shoulder. “Just give it some time. I think it’ll come to you when you need it the most.”
Mindy straightens up and gives you a wink before she walks away. Once your heart stops fluttering, you dust yourself off and jump back into the routine. Just a little more time, that’s all you need. Then, you’ll be ready.
…
You weren’t ready.
It’s the night of the performance, and you’re standing in the basketball stadium locker room with the WRSC members sweating bullets. You’re hot as hell inside your skate outfit, and your anxiety is worse than ever. You haven’t gotten any better in the week since the last WRSC meet, and the practice runs you did with the girls a few hours ago weren’t promising. The whole team has been telling you not to worry and to just let yourself get lost in the performance, but you’re seriously starting to worry that you’ll ruin the whole thing. Louis, Dan, Mindy, and all of the WRSC girls have been putting out fantastic work, and you’ve been out there skating like trash. There’s no way you can-
“Hey girls!” Your thought is cut off by Mindy’s sudden appearance inside the locker room. “Who’s ready for the performance?”
A loud cheer erupts from the WRSC members. Louis and Dan nod their head in agreement. “That’s what I like to hear! We’ve been working our tails off for weeks; now it’s time to have some fun, and show everyone what we’re made of!” Another cheer, another nod from Louis and Dan.
“And you never know…” Mindy gets a knowing look. “Maybe we’ll even pick up a few new members along the way!” The WRSC gives out a final cheer before Mindy speaks up again.
“Alright! Let’s do it!”
The WRSC members start to pour out of the locker room. Mindy slips through the crowd until she reaches you, and takes your hand.
“Hey sweetheart! Remember, you’re in front! Come on!”
“Wait, hold on… I need some water...” You’re glistening with sweat from the heat of the costume. You can barely think; all you need is just a small drink…
“No time sweetie! The performance won’t take long; you can get water after!” Mindy starts tugging on your hand again before you can protest, and the two of you make your way through the crowd.
Louis and Dan give you a thumbs-up as you pass by, and you try to give them a confident smile. Ahead of the others, you and Mindy enter into a long hallway; you can see it emptying out into the court ahead. You hear someone come over the PA system and talk, but you can’t make anything out. “Okay, just a bit longer and we’re on!” Mindy says excitedly.
Good God; this is it. You can’t believe you’re actually about to do this. You feel so… weird. You can feel your head pounding, the anxiety in your chest spiking, and the sweat running down your body and sticking to your outfit. The heat… the heat is getting worse; it’s gathering around your face, so much so that it almost feels numb. Your mouth feels bloated, like it’s stuffed with cotton. Is the heat… coming from your tongue? The longer you stand there, the worse it feels. God… it feels awful… You need… You need to-
(pant)
Like a reflex, your mouth opens and your tongue comes spilling out. You start taking quick breaths in and out, so fast you’re convinced you’re going to hyperventilate. Heat starts to radiate from your tongue, immediately taking the pressure away from your head and face. What’s happening? Is… is it just you, or does your tongue seem much longer than it’s supposed to b-
Mindy lets out a little giggle and slaps your back. A shout(*yelp*) escapes from your lips(snout). “Aw, don’t be nervous Lizzie! You’ll be fine!”
Lizzie? That’s not your name; that’s the name of the school’s mascot. What in the world is-
“Come on Lizzie, we’re on! Be a good girl!” Mindy grabs your hand(paw) and starts skating as you scoff(*whine*) in protest.
You and Mindy skate out onto the basketball court to a thunderous applause. Awash in light, you and Mindy circle around the court as the rest of the WRSC stream out of the hallway. As the group finishes getting onto the court, Mindy locks eyes with you and nods. You pull in front of her and begin to lead the procession(pack). You start the routine with a spread eagle; as you skate forward balancing on the back wheels of your skates, the crowd cheers(goodgirl). Sheepishly, you smile and mess with the hair around your shoulders, moving it back behind your ear droop.
Wait, what? You snap back to reality and run your hands through your hair again. It’s much longer than it was before, and your ear feels larger and softer. The top half is sagging, almost like it’s about to droop over the bottom half. Part of your hair seems to be growing on it as well. Why does it feel so… soft? And why are you still panting? Your ears perk up as you hear a sharp yell from beside you: “Lizzie! Look alive girl; time for the dip!”
Oh no! You were so focused on (nothing) that you forgot about the dip!
BADGIRL
You bend your knees in a squatting position to start dipping, a move that lets you crouch and skate at the same time. You can’t believe you almost forgot! Bad girl, BAD! You’ve got to get your head in the game! There’s no time to think about your ripping pants, or the small black calluses on your hands that are starting to form, or the itchy feeling you’re getting all over your body. You straighten up and lean into a turn, letting your pads(f-fingers? Wha-) scape along the floor. You sway your hips a little as you exit the turn, hips you could’ve sworn were smaller a second ago. You absentmindedly rub the tip of your muzzle(wait) and feel it pushing out. The stuffy nose(no) that kept you from smelling finally clears up, and you’re able to smell the popcorn and soda that the audience has. Maybe you’ll get some as a treat after the performance if you’re a good girl(what)!
You start circling the court again as the other half of the WRSC start up their part of the performance. You take the opportunity to check on your pants; they took some damage during the dip. You stick your claws(nails?) through one of the rips and feel the smooth yellow fur(IthoughtIhadbrownhair) underneath. No time to think about that now; you’re almost up again! You think you can spot Louis and Dan going through their part of the routine, but it could also just be the other WRSC girls.
Okay; time to get serious. The final, most difficult part of the routine is coming up, and you have to be ready. Three salchows in a row; nothing to it. All you have to do is skate backwards(what), do a one-leg twist(WHAT), jump in the air(NO), and land on the opposite foot(ICAN’T).
You could do this in your sleep.
Effortlessly, you perform the first salchow. You feel the wind rush through your fur as you twirl and jump, and you can’t help but smile. You land gracefully, but the shock of the impact catches you off guard as it travels up your body. It settles in your chest, which feels… heavier now. No matter; you start going into the second salchow straight away. The shock of the landing travels up to your chest again, making it feel even heavier. The third salchow is no problem, but you hear a small ripping noise as you land. You look down to see a tuft of yellow fur poking through a small tear in your outfit, right in the middle of the mound on your chest. Mindy really should’ve picked a better outfit; you told her this one was too small. But that was a conversation for the locker room; the performance was over, and it was time to- “Lizzie!”
You ears perk up again as you turn to face Mindy. She and the other members of the team are in the middle of the court, standing next to a small quarter pipe ramp. This wasn’t part of the routine… was it? Mindy nods at the team, and they all shout: “Lizzie, come!”
Whether it was part of the routine or not doesn’t matter anymore; you have a command! You pelt towards the quarter pipe at full speed. The wind rushing through your floppy ears(stop) and fur(please) makes you feel alive. As your roller skates hit the ramp, you draw in a breath and hold it. Your mind doesn’t know what to do, but your body does. Your skates sail past the top of the ramp. In the air, you tuck in your legs and arc your body back, performing a stunning backflip! After a moment, you unfurl your legs. Your feet strike the ground true, and you stick the landing! Alas, the force of another impact is too much for your outfit to bear; the seams around your hips finally give way, and your pants rip in two. A pair of breasts explode out of your shirt; the sensation of their weight and jiggle shocks you as you realize what just happened. Luckily, Mindy prepared a bikini for you to wear underneath your outfit in case this happened. With her signature forethought, she even made sure that it was in the school’s colors: bright blue, pink, and white. A stunned silence falls over the stadium as you stand there in your bikini and tattered spandex.
It doesn’t last long. The audience soon erupts into a cacophony of cheers and applause, and you can’t help but smile. A wagging sensation starts up in your rear, and you turn to find a swishing tail behind you. Mindy takes your paws into her hands. “Lizzie, you were great!! Who’s a good girl? You are!”
Mindy starts giving you head and ear scratches, along with the rest of the team. Your tail wags happily as you soak in the shower of praise and affection. Your friends Danica and Louise give you a big hug as the team gets into place for the end of performance speech. Before long, Mindy takes her place at a podium at the far end of the court, grabs a mic, and begins her speech. “Thank you everyone, for coming out to see us tonight! This is always the highlight of the year for us at the WRSC, and we’re happy you were able to make it! We had our biggest turnout ever tonight; thank you so much!”
The audience cheered at that. Mindy waited patiently for them to stop, and then continued: “Before we let you all go tonight, I’d like to see some love for the newest members of the WRSC! They worked day and night for weeks to master this routine; it wouldn’t have been the same without them! Everyone, give it up for Danica, Louise, and Lizzie!”
The audience gives you and your friends a standing ovation. Danica and Louise don’t know what to do; they just smile, hug, and wave to the audience. You can only stand there in awe of the scene around you, your tail wagging so fast it almost hurts. Mindy steps down from the podium and gives the three of you a big hug. “Sorry for putting you on the spot there! I just want to make sure: do you all want to join the team? We’d love to have you!”
Danica and Louise accept without a second thought. It doesn’t take you long to nod your head in acceptance as well. This team has given you so much; you can’t leave them now! You’re not sure who’ll take your place on the football team, but you’re beyond caring about that now; you’ve got a new team and family. As you and the other WRSC members leave the stadium and head someplace for dinner, your head starts to swim with all the possibilities that will come with your membership to the team. God only knows where it’ll take you, but one thing’s for sure: you’ll give it your all, and be a good girl.
It feels good to be a good girl.
But you crossed them, then you blew it
Now they're coming out to get ya'
Now they're rolling rolling rolling (Watch out!)
Watch out for the roller girls
Watch out for the roller girls
Watch out for the roller girls
...
Bonus points if you know that song. Anyway, here's my second TF story! This took me a lot longer to put out than I expected; college work really takes up a lot of my time and energy unfortunately :( This story is much longer than the first one I did, and it has actual dialogue! I hope y'all enjoy this; I have a few other ideas for TF stories before I likely call it quits, so I'll try to work on those when I can. Let me know what you think of the story! This one's about three college students working with a women's roller skating group on campus as guest skaters for the group's annual performance. What plans do this group have in store for the three students... and what will they discover about themselves?
This story contains: MtF anthro Labrador Retriever, TFTG, mental changes, ripped clothing
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“I can’t believe we’re actually here. You sure this is a good idea, bud?” The concerned voice of your friend Dan rings in your ears. “You’ve never done this before.”
You, Dan, and your other friend Louis, are walking to the entrance of the Williamsburg University Women’s Roller Skating Club’s (WRSC for short) meeting room in the student union building. A few weeks ago, you got an email from the WRSC sent out to the boy’s athletic departments asking for three guest skaters to join them in their annual performance in the school’s basketball stadium. As a member of the football team, you were one of the first people to receive this email. Within a few minutes of seeing it, you jumped at the call and responded immediately. To be honest, you’re not really sure why you did. It just… seemed like the right thing to do. This was despite the fact that unlike Louis and Dan (who’ve been skating since childhood), you’ve never had experience roller skating before. They’d been trying their hardest to teach you what they know over the past few weeks, but it’s been rough. Sooner than you would’ve liked, the first WRSC meeting regarding the performance rolled around. Luckily, it’s just a planning meeting. But still… the time will come when you’ll need to show off your skating “skills”, and that’s a day you’re not looking forward to. For now though, you can relax. At the very least, you’re glad that Louis and Dan are joining you. Louis is a member of the basketball team, and Dan’s on the track team. The email specified that the three guest skaters should be from different departments, so the three of you lucked out there.
“I’m sure.” you say. “I feel good about this.”
“Okay, if you say so.” Dan shifts the backpack with his skates in them to his other shoulder, then looks behind him. “Louis, how you holding up?”
“Hm?” Louis looks up from his phone. “Oh, I’m good. I’m with Dan though; are you sure you’re okay with this? You’ve been getting a little better with the skates so far, but I don’t know if we have enough time to get you where you need to be.”
“It’ll be fine!” You turn to the both of them and smile, betraying the anxiety you’re feeling inside. “Besides, I’m sure they’ll have a plan. If I’m not good enough, they’ll just put me in the back or something.”
Louis and Dan stop, exchange a glance, and look at you. “Guys, come on. It’ll be alright!” you say with a frustrated edge to your voice.
Louis shrugs his shoulders and Dan sighs with resignation. “Alright. Let’s get inside.”
The three of you enter the student union building and make your way to the meeting rooms downstairs. “Room 111. We’re here.” You say when you reach the end of a winding hallway to the left of the stairs you used.
Standing in front of the closed meeting room door, you can hear excited chattering escaping from the room beyond. They’re waiting for you. Before you can reach for the handle though, you feel a pang of something in your chest and freeze. It could be excitement, but it could just as easily be anxiety, or maybe even a bit of both. You’ve felt this feeling before actually, when you read the WRSC’s email. Your strong reaction to its proposition was a big reason why you volunteered to be a guest skater in the first place. Your curiosity over that compulsion is what drove you here. Now though… that feeling is overwhelming you. You can’t bring yourself to grab the door handle. Louis puts his hand on your shoulder worriedly. “Hey man, you okay?”
Before you can do anything, the door handle turns with an authoritative CLACK, and a young woman steps outside to greet you. “Ah, perfect timing! You must be the guest skaters. We were wondering when you all would get here! Come on, let’s get started!”
And just as soon as she exited the room, she strides back in with your hand firmly grasped in hers, with Louis and Dan trailing close behind. She must be the leader of the club. You try your best to bottle up the feelings of anxiety that you got while the young woman marches you through the room; there’s no time to think about it right now anyway. All around you are women chatting amongst themselves, with some of them stealing quick glances in your direction. Some of their attention is on Louis and Dan, but they mostly seem focused on you for some reason. Before you can question it any further, the young woman stops and sits you up straight in the middle of the room and looks out across the sea of talking heads. She clears her throat, and claps her hands twice while yelling: “Girls, girls! Listen up!” The young woman clasps her hands together as Louis and Dan sidle up next to you.
“Everyone, these…” she stops for dramatic effect. “Are our guest skaters! Give them a WRSC welcome!”
The room is filled with the sound of applause for a little bit, with a few cheers thrown in for good measure; you hope no one can see you blushing. “Okay everyone, we gotta get to work getting our friends here up to speed on what we’re doing. Susie, can you bring the plans up? I’m gonna get them settled in.”
A red-haired woman near the back of the room nods her head in affirmation as she opens a laptop. The young woman that presented you to the room grabs your hands and puts on a big smile. “We’re really glad you’re here. We’ve got big plans for you!”
That sounds… interesting. Before you ask her what she means, she starts pulling you along behind her again. “Come on, let me show you your outfits!”
Um. What? Outfits? No one said anything about outfits.
“Wait, hold on. The email didn’t say anything about-“ You’re cut off before you can finish your thought. “Look, they’re right here! Aren’t they cute?”
On the table before you sits three outfits. The two on the left and right look the same; just some average looking male cheerleader outfits. One outfit is all red, while the other is completely blue, but both of them share the big “WRSC” letters on the front. They look perfectly normal. The outfit in the middle though…
The young woman picks up the red and blue outfits and thrusts them into Louis’s and Dan’s arms. “These are yours! And for you…” She whips around and grabs the middle outfit. “Here you go!”
The outfit in the young woman’s hands seems to be some kind of two-piece, skintight spandex uniform. The pants are completely black, not taking into account the two thin white sprites running down the sides of the legs. The shirt is also black, aside from a pink pawprint symbol on the right sleeve. “Um. I have to wear… this?” you ask.
A peculiar look crosses the young woman’s face at that. “Well yeah. These are the outfits our guest skaters always wear. Have you seen our other performances?”
“I uh… have to admit that I haven’t.” You say. “No offense.”
The puzzled look disappears from the young woman’s face in an instant. “None taken! We’ve got some new outfits getting in a few weeks from now; we can see how you feel about those. For now though… Sorry sweetheart. This is all we have.”
“It’s… okay.” you mumble. “I can make this work. Just one question though: why the pawprint?”
The young woman’s face lights up. “You’re the one representing Lizzie! We’ve seen you hanging around her a lot at the football games, so we wanted to have you be the one to symbolize her at our performance. You’ll be the one leading the routine; it’s gonna be great!”
Lizzie the Labrador Retriever, the school’s mascot, has been a friend of yours throughout the year. Her handlers brought her out to meet the team before the beginning of the football season, and she took an immediate liking to you. You’ve spent a lot of time petting Lizzie on the bench at the football games, waiting for your turn on the field. As a dog lover, you appreciate having her around to calm you down during the often-overstimulating games. The soft impact of her wagging tail hitting your leg as she sits next to you always puts you at ease. You’re honored that the WRSC has chosen you to represent-
Wait. Did she say you’d be leading the procession? Oh no.
“H-hold on! You can’t put me as the lead!”
“Why not?”
“Because I-“ you stop yourself before you let slip that you’re not an experienced roller skater. Louis and Dan exchange a worried glance with each other. You need more time to practice. Yet, when you look at the young woman’s face, you can’t help but feel a deep understanding and patience behind her eyes. You should tell her the truth before this goes any further. You take a deep breath, and confess: “Because I’m new to roller skating, and I need more practice.”
The young woman gives you a friendly and understanding smile. “Oh sweetheart, you don’t need to worry about that. We figured that you might be new to roller skating, so we’ve prepared a lot of practice time. Just worry about showing up to the meetings and you’ll be fine, mkay?”
“W-wait, hold on…” you try to ask her more questions, but she slinks away into the crowd of women coming to congratulate you on being the procession lead. As you shake hands and exchange hugs with the group members, you try and push the feelings of anxiety in your chest down and focus on the meeting.
Nothing you can do for right now, you suppose.
…
The next few weeks are a blur. You, Louis, and Dan walk through the familiar doors of the meeting room every Friday, and hash out your routine. Embarrassingly, you’re encouraged to wear your spandex to every meet. To salvage some of your dignity, you wait until you’ve arrived at the student union to change. You can’t get over how ridiculous you look in the outfit, and it gets stiflingly hot during practice to the point where you need to take frequent water breaks. Still, even with the uncomfortable outfit, you can’t help but enjoy your time at the WRSC meetings. Everyone there is so friendly and supportive, not to mention patient. You’re not sure how they can stay so upbeat through your disastrous practice runs, but you appreciate it.
The positive atmosphere is working wonders on Louis and Dan too. They haven’t been too open about it, but you can tell they’re much happier when surrounded by the WRSC members than they are their teammates. You feel much the same way actually. You find yourself dozing off a lot at football practice, wishing you could leave to get lunch with Mindy (the leader of the club who introduced you to everyone) and her friends. The more time you spend around the football guys, the less you enjoy their company.
When you’re finally set free from football practice, you go out to one of the stadium parking lots with Louis and Dan to practice your routine. You’re not getting much better, but you’re starting to have more fun. Mindy sits in during a few of your sessions and gives out pointers, but they don’t really do much for you. As much as you’re having fun, you still feel a powerful vice of anxiety in your chest over the performance, especially since rehearsals are ramping up. The performance is coming soon, and you couldn’t be less ready. Mindy tells you not to worry, that everything will take care of itself just fine. You wish you could believe her.
All you can do for now is focus on practice.
…
“Agh, damn it!”
After you’re done getting over the shock of the fall you just took, you pick yourself up off the floor carefully, leery of falling over again. Louis, Dan, and Mindy rush over. They help keep you steady as the WRSC members practice their routine in the empty basketball stadium. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” Mindy asks.
“I’m fine,” you reply. “Just embarrassed.”
“Dude, you’re all good.” Louis says.
Frustrated, you throw your hands in the air. “No, I’m not! The performance is next week, and I’m still falling on my ass!”
“Man, don’t worry.” Dan pipes in from the side as he sits in a chair. “You’ve got plenty of time to get it right.”
“He’s right sweetheart,” Mindy adds. “Just a bit more and you’ll be ready.”
“I…” You sigh with resignation. “You’re right; all of you. It’s just… frustrating, you know? I should be good at this by now.”
Mindy leans in and squeezes your shoulder. “I know, I know. I felt the same way when I was starting out, y’know?” Mindy gives you a big smile as she starts to pat your shoulder. “Just give it some time. I think it’ll come to you when you need it the most.”
Mindy straightens up and gives you a wink before she walks away. Once your heart stops fluttering, you dust yourself off and jump back into the routine. Just a little more time, that’s all you need. Then, you’ll be ready.
…
You weren’t ready.
It’s the night of the performance, and you’re standing in the basketball stadium locker room with the WRSC members sweating bullets. You’re hot as hell inside your skate outfit, and your anxiety is worse than ever. You haven’t gotten any better in the week since the last WRSC meet, and the practice runs you did with the girls a few hours ago weren’t promising. The whole team has been telling you not to worry and to just let yourself get lost in the performance, but you’re seriously starting to worry that you’ll ruin the whole thing. Louis, Dan, Mindy, and all of the WRSC girls have been putting out fantastic work, and you’ve been out there skating like trash. There’s no way you can-
“Hey girls!” Your thought is cut off by Mindy’s sudden appearance inside the locker room. “Who’s ready for the performance?”
A loud cheer erupts from the WRSC members. Louis and Dan nod their head in agreement. “That’s what I like to hear! We’ve been working our tails off for weeks; now it’s time to have some fun, and show everyone what we’re made of!” Another cheer, another nod from Louis and Dan.
“And you never know…” Mindy gets a knowing look. “Maybe we’ll even pick up a few new members along the way!” The WRSC gives out a final cheer before Mindy speaks up again.
“Alright! Let’s do it!”
The WRSC members start to pour out of the locker room. Mindy slips through the crowd until she reaches you, and takes your hand.
“Hey sweetheart! Remember, you’re in front! Come on!”
“Wait, hold on… I need some water...” You’re glistening with sweat from the heat of the costume. You can barely think; all you need is just a small drink…
“No time sweetie! The performance won’t take long; you can get water after!” Mindy starts tugging on your hand again before you can protest, and the two of you make your way through the crowd.
Louis and Dan give you a thumbs-up as you pass by, and you try to give them a confident smile. Ahead of the others, you and Mindy enter into a long hallway; you can see it emptying out into the court ahead. You hear someone come over the PA system and talk, but you can’t make anything out. “Okay, just a bit longer and we’re on!” Mindy says excitedly.
Good God; this is it. You can’t believe you’re actually about to do this. You feel so… weird. You can feel your head pounding, the anxiety in your chest spiking, and the sweat running down your body and sticking to your outfit. The heat… the heat is getting worse; it’s gathering around your face, so much so that it almost feels numb. Your mouth feels bloated, like it’s stuffed with cotton. Is the heat… coming from your tongue? The longer you stand there, the worse it feels. God… it feels awful… You need… You need to-
(pant)
Like a reflex, your mouth opens and your tongue comes spilling out. You start taking quick breaths in and out, so fast you’re convinced you’re going to hyperventilate. Heat starts to radiate from your tongue, immediately taking the pressure away from your head and face. What’s happening? Is… is it just you, or does your tongue seem much longer than it’s supposed to b-
Mindy lets out a little giggle and slaps your back. A shout(*yelp*) escapes from your lips(snout). “Aw, don’t be nervous Lizzie! You’ll be fine!”
Lizzie? That’s not your name; that’s the name of the school’s mascot. What in the world is-
“Come on Lizzie, we’re on! Be a good girl!” Mindy grabs your hand(paw) and starts skating as you scoff(*whine*) in protest.
You and Mindy skate out onto the basketball court to a thunderous applause. Awash in light, you and Mindy circle around the court as the rest of the WRSC stream out of the hallway. As the group finishes getting onto the court, Mindy locks eyes with you and nods. You pull in front of her and begin to lead the procession(pack). You start the routine with a spread eagle; as you skate forward balancing on the back wheels of your skates, the crowd cheers(goodgirl). Sheepishly, you smile and mess with the hair around your shoulders, moving it back behind your ear droop.
Wait, what? You snap back to reality and run your hands through your hair again. It’s much longer than it was before, and your ear feels larger and softer. The top half is sagging, almost like it’s about to droop over the bottom half. Part of your hair seems to be growing on it as well. Why does it feel so… soft? And why are you still panting? Your ears perk up as you hear a sharp yell from beside you: “Lizzie! Look alive girl; time for the dip!”
Oh no! You were so focused on (nothing) that you forgot about the dip!
BADGIRL
You bend your knees in a squatting position to start dipping, a move that lets you crouch and skate at the same time. You can’t believe you almost forgot! Bad girl, BAD! You’ve got to get your head in the game! There’s no time to think about your ripping pants, or the small black calluses on your hands that are starting to form, or the itchy feeling you’re getting all over your body. You straighten up and lean into a turn, letting your pads(f-fingers? Wha-) scape along the floor. You sway your hips a little as you exit the turn, hips you could’ve sworn were smaller a second ago. You absentmindedly rub the tip of your muzzle(wait) and feel it pushing out. The stuffy nose(no) that kept you from smelling finally clears up, and you’re able to smell the popcorn and soda that the audience has. Maybe you’ll get some as a treat after the performance if you’re a good girl(what)!
You start circling the court again as the other half of the WRSC start up their part of the performance. You take the opportunity to check on your pants; they took some damage during the dip. You stick your claws(nails?) through one of the rips and feel the smooth yellow fur(IthoughtIhadbrownhair) underneath. No time to think about that now; you’re almost up again! You think you can spot Louis and Dan going through their part of the routine, but it could also just be the other WRSC girls.
Okay; time to get serious. The final, most difficult part of the routine is coming up, and you have to be ready. Three salchows in a row; nothing to it. All you have to do is skate backwards(what), do a one-leg twist(WHAT), jump in the air(NO), and land on the opposite foot(ICAN’T).
You could do this in your sleep.
Effortlessly, you perform the first salchow. You feel the wind rush through your fur as you twirl and jump, and you can’t help but smile. You land gracefully, but the shock of the impact catches you off guard as it travels up your body. It settles in your chest, which feels… heavier now. No matter; you start going into the second salchow straight away. The shock of the landing travels up to your chest again, making it feel even heavier. The third salchow is no problem, but you hear a small ripping noise as you land. You look down to see a tuft of yellow fur poking through a small tear in your outfit, right in the middle of the mound on your chest. Mindy really should’ve picked a better outfit; you told her this one was too small. But that was a conversation for the locker room; the performance was over, and it was time to- “Lizzie!”
You ears perk up again as you turn to face Mindy. She and the other members of the team are in the middle of the court, standing next to a small quarter pipe ramp. This wasn’t part of the routine… was it? Mindy nods at the team, and they all shout: “Lizzie, come!”
Whether it was part of the routine or not doesn’t matter anymore; you have a command! You pelt towards the quarter pipe at full speed. The wind rushing through your floppy ears(stop) and fur(please) makes you feel alive. As your roller skates hit the ramp, you draw in a breath and hold it. Your mind doesn’t know what to do, but your body does. Your skates sail past the top of the ramp. In the air, you tuck in your legs and arc your body back, performing a stunning backflip! After a moment, you unfurl your legs. Your feet strike the ground true, and you stick the landing! Alas, the force of another impact is too much for your outfit to bear; the seams around your hips finally give way, and your pants rip in two. A pair of breasts explode out of your shirt; the sensation of their weight and jiggle shocks you as you realize what just happened. Luckily, Mindy prepared a bikini for you to wear underneath your outfit in case this happened. With her signature forethought, she even made sure that it was in the school’s colors: bright blue, pink, and white. A stunned silence falls over the stadium as you stand there in your bikini and tattered spandex.
It doesn’t last long. The audience soon erupts into a cacophony of cheers and applause, and you can’t help but smile. A wagging sensation starts up in your rear, and you turn to find a swishing tail behind you. Mindy takes your paws into her hands. “Lizzie, you were great!! Who’s a good girl? You are!”
Mindy starts giving you head and ear scratches, along with the rest of the team. Your tail wags happily as you soak in the shower of praise and affection. Your friends Danica and Louise give you a big hug as the team gets into place for the end of performance speech. Before long, Mindy takes her place at a podium at the far end of the court, grabs a mic, and begins her speech. “Thank you everyone, for coming out to see us tonight! This is always the highlight of the year for us at the WRSC, and we’re happy you were able to make it! We had our biggest turnout ever tonight; thank you so much!”
The audience cheered at that. Mindy waited patiently for them to stop, and then continued: “Before we let you all go tonight, I’d like to see some love for the newest members of the WRSC! They worked day and night for weeks to master this routine; it wouldn’t have been the same without them! Everyone, give it up for Danica, Louise, and Lizzie!”
The audience gives you and your friends a standing ovation. Danica and Louise don’t know what to do; they just smile, hug, and wave to the audience. You can only stand there in awe of the scene around you, your tail wagging so fast it almost hurts. Mindy steps down from the podium and gives the three of you a big hug. “Sorry for putting you on the spot there! I just want to make sure: do you all want to join the team? We’d love to have you!”
Danica and Louise accept without a second thought. It doesn’t take you long to nod your head in acceptance as well. This team has given you so much; you can’t leave them now! You’re not sure who’ll take your place on the football team, but you’re beyond caring about that now; you’ve got a new team and family. As you and the other WRSC members leave the stadium and head someplace for dinner, your head starts to swim with all the possibilities that will come with your membership to the team. God only knows where it’ll take you, but one thing’s for sure: you’ll give it your all, and be a good girl.
It feels good to be a good girl.
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