The Zombie Bowl

(A special football addition of "The Darke!")

 


CheerChicky giggles as the Turtleducks score again... going up 31 to 14... she turns a cartwheel... short pink skirt flaring from her round little bottom... shaking her pompoms as she lands back on her sneakers... "Give me a T... give me a D... what's that stand for?" blinking blondly as the crowd screams "Touchdown..." "But I thought it was for Turtleduck..."

The crowd cheering as another touchdown is scored... and you go into another routine... half the eyes on your wiggling bottom rather than the game at hand... even as the Mighty Fucks romp home to a decisive victory..."

CheerChicky jumps up and down and waves her pom poms at the players as they come off the field... heading for the showers... "Ah shucks... yay Ducks..." the band striking up the alma mater... and everybody swaying and singing...

The anthem of the alma mater making your chest swell with pride... several audience members craning their necks... before the stadium empties and you head to take a shower of your own...

CheerChicky peels off her sweaty cheerleader outfit... and then her plain pink undies as well... stepping into the shower and soaping up from head to toe... standing under the stream of water to rinse... water cascading down her smooth slender curves...

An eerie moaning sound coming from somewhere outside the shower room... sounding like one of the guys... they know better than to come in here, surely... even after a big win like this...

CheerChicky frowns and hurriedly dries off... wrapping her hair in a towel... reaching for clean undies... pulling on some pink panties... and then reaching behind to hook her bra... eyes looking all around... "If I catch anyone peeping you are going to be soooo dead..."

A large hand reaching out of the shadows for you... the star quarterback... growling... neck flapping open from a bite... looking dead... but still on his feet and reaching for you with clammy hands... giving a guttural moan...

CheerChicky gapes for what seems like an exceedingly long moment... finally spinning away from the slow reaching hand at the last instant... and wheel kicking the pale boy in the midsection... "I'm not falling for that horror movie spoof... get out of my dressing room!"

The quarterback flying backward... even as the rest of the team shuffle in behind him... all looking similarly wounded... and lifeless... even as they shamble towards you... arms outstretched... reaching for you as they crowd the doorway...

CheerChicky gasps... "Guys! What's wrong with you? I mean... like eww... you look awful..." snatching up a towel and wrapping it about her body... turning and running toward the other end of the dressing room... popping into a handstand on the wooden bench there... toes of bare feet curling around a pipe feeding water to the showers... swinging her hands up to a window... which nervous fingers try to open...

The lock stiff in this cold weather... but opening... just wide enough for your to squirm through... as the crowd shambles closer... cold hands grabbing at the towel... and one closing about your ankle as you try to squeeze through the gap...

CheerChicky squeals at the touch of clammy fingers around her slender ankle... violently kicking her leg to try and free it... squirming frantically through the window... not hesitating even as she feels the soft terrycloth yanked from about her body... sprawling to the ground outside as her ankle is released... exhilarated simply to be free... scrambling up and running across the field toward the parking lot...

The field seeming chilly and deserted all of a sudden... the parking lot empty... a couple of cars still there... and a crowd of spectators... flesh grey and clammy... moaning in the same guttural tone as they turn towards you... and begin to run in your direction...

CheerChicky makes a cut at the 50-yard line... running towards the stands... grass damp with dew under her bare feet... ducking through the bleachers as the horrors pursue... trying to understand... "I mean I've like seen zombie movies but I never believed the stories until..."

The dozens of creatures invading the field... snarling... then turning towards the stands as you climb... and chasing after you... less coordinated... but with an evil focus... seemingly dead set on getting you...

CheerChicky ducks under reaching arms and slips between the wooden slats of the seats and the floorboards... running under the stands through a maze of ground equipment... squealing in terror as her head is jerked back by the hair... legs flailing as she is lifted off the ground... her hand catching hold of a weed-eater... starting it and whipping it above her head...

The weed-eater gnawing through flesh... your hair coming free... along with a few undead fingers... as the slats are torn up by clutching hands... more of them snaking down to grba what they can... one grabbing hold of the shoulder strap of your bra...

CheerChicky drops back to the ground... making a face as bloody fingers tumble down across her chest... even as another reaching hand catches her by the bra... yelping as the bra pops free... wielding the weed-eater like a scythe... chopping off the hand that holds her bra... as another hand yanks the weed-eater away... and the severed hand lands on her shoulder... she screams and runs onward in only panties... half her hair chopped off... splattered with blood... a severed hand crawling down her front... to grope her tightly jiggling breast... until she swats it away... "Ohmygawd!"

The zombies ripping up more slats... and getting into the bleachers... dropping down behind you... and a couple in front... surrounding you and closing in... hands outstretched and reaching...

CheerChicky dances and contorts her body... twisting and dodging... bobbing and weaving... desperately crawling between a pair of legs... almost making it until a hand catches hold of her panties... squirming furiously forward... losing the panties with a rip... scrambling for the box of fireworks...

The crowd of creatures turning... a couple fighting over the panties... giving you the seconds you need to reach the box... even as the horde turns to follow...

CheerChicky opens the box and looks for a fuse... or matches... nothing... her face contorted in terror as the zombies again move towards her... cold hands lifting her naked body up... frantically searching the pockets of the closest zombie... finding a lighter... flicking it on and tossing it into the fireworks... even as she is pulled spread eagle...

The zombie hands roaming all over you... gripping... groping... squeezing... dozens of pairs of hands about to tear you apart... before the fireworks begin to go off with a deafening bang... and a blaze of light... shooting every which way... and scaring the zombies back...

CheerChicky drops to hands and knees... looking up with eyes wide... the stunned zombies staring up into the night... as the sky flowers go off... swallowing hard... heart pounding... chest heaving... as the slender cheerleader runs for the woods... the zombies rejoining the pursuit as the fireworks come to an end... and the naked victim finds herself surrounded by moaning darkness...

******

CheerChicky screams, “Football zombies!”

“Muurrrrrrr!” A football zombie lumbers forth in tattered jersey and cleats.

CheerChicky giggles and cheers excitedly at first before blinking as something just doesn't look right.

The football zombie of course is not fast, but comes out of the locker room heading right to her, arms outstretched, helmet askew.

CheerChicky gasps and runs for her life, short skirt swishing as her hips roll, pert breasts threatening to pop out of her top as she pumps her arms.

Of course it’s a zombie, of course he's slow, but when the bouncing cheerleader turns a corner there he is, his huge green arms outstretched and that lifeless face moaning. “Hhhhhhuuuuuuuhhhhhnnnn...”

CheerChicky spins away and there he is again. She ducks away as huge hand tears away her skirt only to come face to face with a whole team of zombies, a virtual zombie nation!

The small wall of zombies fan out, arms outstretched as the flimsy skirt is groped. Thick rough hands reach out for her pale warm and firm flesh, open mouths drool and moan.

CheerChicky dances to and fro, squealing as gnarled digits of thick hands reach for her, brushing across her round bottom, rending vents across the bosom of her top.

They seek to swarm her... not so much as a tactic, but a dim instinct to drown their prey, clutching hands grope, clutch and squeeze until she at last realizes they are not after her brains.

CheerChicky struggles gamely, her blue eyes wide with terror as she is dragged down in the wet grass.

The camera pans back as bits of pink-colored cloth are thrown behind the zombie horde… the dark shapes making suggestive movements over her.

CheerChicky squeals like a pig as the cold powerful hands turn her to her tummy and rip away every bit of her pink costume as she tries to crawl away on hands and knees.

On hands and knees she can see the green firm organs of the entire undead football team, standing and dribbling their fluids... her cute bottom is gripped and pulled apart.

CheerChicky whimpers "no" as her slender thighs are forced apart to access the tight cleft of her smooth pout.

Her whimper is not noted for a lumbering organ surges to her face even as that smooth pink cleft is probed by a cold cock hard with rigor mortis.

CheerChicky sniffles as pouting lips are parted fore and aft, shivering as icy petrified wood plungers her warm wet innards.

The team starts to have its way with her... there on the chilly grass... the one organ battering her cervix explodes first, dumping the chilly load into her, before the one making her head bob tugs out to leave its essence on her face.

CheerChicky is wracked by involuntary spasms as the dead team celebrates this autumnal rite, shuddering and collapsing into darkness as the illuminating harvest moon is blotted out by clouds.

(November 2008)