Hike
By A.J. Brown
The guys' tennis team plays the girls' soccer team in tackle football

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"Hike!" Christine yelled.

The goalie took a few steps back with the football in her hand and all of the
guys were expecting her to pass the ball, being a pick-up football game and
all. But Lisa, the sweeper, came up from behind her and took the handoff from
her. Lisa charged forward. She stood at 5'5 but was the heaviest person
playing in the game, weighing 205 pounds. She wasn't overly fat or overly
muscular, her weight was just because she was a thick girl, especially her
legs which all of the guys noticed with the shorts she was wearing.

The six guys on the other team all crowded to tackle her. She broke through
the entire crowd of them, knocking one of them down on his ass as she did.
Once she busted through, the male tennis players could do nothing but watch as
she ran into the open field and ran it all of the way into the end zone for a
touchdown. She turned around and spiked the ball, looking happy about the fact
that she took the first play of the game for a touchdown so easily.

The girls lined up to kick the extra point, something both teams agreed they
would do despite this only being a pick-up football game. Catherine, the
stopper, stood back and awaited the snap. Catherine stood at 5'3 and the black
socks she was wearing were pulled up almost all of the way to her knees but
her strong calf muscles could still be seen through the tight socks. She
kicked the ball that Christine was holding for her right through the uprights.

"Hike!" Red yelled and he dropped back with the ball.

Marc was trying to get open but Jane was playing him tight. She kept putting
her hands on him, not enough for it to be holding, but enough to make sure he
couldn't get free from her. He could tell that the midfielder was faster and
stronger than he was just by the way she moving and just by the way her hands
felt when she touched him.

He could see that Peter was wide open and Red saw it too. Red, who had the
smoothest swing on the tennis team, fired a perfect spiral that hit Peter
right in the chest. Peter initially caught the ball but out of nowhere came
Lisa. She hit him hard from behind and the ball came flying out of his hands
before he could control it enough for it to be catch. Peter also fell on his
face and Lisa walked away proudly. Peter lay on the ground for over a minute
trying to catch his breath. When he was finally able to get to his feet, he
did not look prepared for the next play but in a 6 on 6 game, he didn't have a
choice.

"Hike!" Red yelled on second down.

Red had called a running play this time, hoping it would have the same success
as the girls' running play did. He handed off to Craig, who was the only one
of their team that wasn't short and/or skinny. Craig stood at 5'8 and only
weighed a couple of pounds less than Lisa did. While he was thick like Lisa
was, her body looked a lot more solid while Craig was just flab. He was the
best out of all of the tennis players at hitting the ball which was the only
reason he was on the team as he was extremely slow on the tennis court and did
not move well.

Christine, who stood at 5'6 and only weighed 130 pounds, showed no fear of
Craig as she went at him. She wrapped her arms around his fat torso and
although she wasn't able to tackle the much heavier guy, she was strong enough
to hold him and make sure he didn't go anywhere.

Along came Lisa to help. She grabbed the waist of Craig's sweatpants with her
right hand and the collar of his shirt with her left, which was when Christine
let go. Lisa swung a helpless Craig around in a circle. Marc watched Craig's
big belly pop out of his shirt while this happened and he thought he was going
to fumble. Somehow Craig managed to hold onto the ball but he was thrown on
the ground hard.

"Hike!" Red yelled on third down.

They needed 12 yards for a first down as Craig had lost a couple on the
previous play. Geoff broke free and ran up the middle. He was open but Red
threw a pass that was a little too hard and too high and it bounced off of his
fingertips and hit the ground.

It was now time to punt and Lisa looked ready to get her hands on the ball
again and return it. You could just tell by looking at the guys that they were
afraid of having to try and tackle her again. Red managed a good punt that
went out of bounds close to where Lisa was, clearly intentionally.

"What, are you afraid to kick it to me??" Lisa said loudly as she smacked her
chest above her large breasts with both hands and all of the guys looked
intimidated.

The guys thought that the girls would hand the ball right off to Lisa again
but they all lined up without anyone in the backfield.

"Hike!" Christine yelled.

Marc was covering Maya who was the striker on the girl's team. She was the
youngest player on this field of college athletes as she was 18-years-old. She
stood at 5'9 but was extremely skinny and she looked like she'd be easy to
tackle. But the second Christine yelled hike, Maya took off down the field
like a cheetah. She burned him immediately and he couldn't even come close to
catching her, running as fast as he could. Christine threw a laser down the
field that was right in arms' reach for Maya. She reached out to grab it and
was off to the races. Marc looked at her pasty toothpick legs move as he ran
way ahead of him but even running at his fastest, she just kept getting a
bigger lead on him. She ran the ball into the end zone and didn't spike it.
She didn't show the enthusiasm that Lisa did when she had scored the touchdown
and when Marc saw her turn around he saw that her facial expression hadn't
even changed. Nonetheless, Catherine came along and kicked the ball right
through the uprights for the girls to go up 14-0. They had agreed to play to
35.

Marc had Allison, a mid-fielder, covering him on defense this time. Allison
was the smallest one on the field standing at 5'1 and only weighing 98 pounds.
She was cute but she had a serious look on her face.

"Hike!" Red yelled.

Marc blew by Allison and got wide open, so open that it didn't require Red to
throw that good of a pass for Marc to catch. Allison was nowhere near him when
he caught it and she didn't seem to make much effort to go after him. Instead,
he saw Lisa charging at him. After the way Peter looked after she leveled him
and after seeing the way she threw Craig down, Marc didn't want any part of
that and he slid to the ground, giving himself up. Lisa looked disappointed
that all she could do was touch him with two hands after he picked up the
first down.

"Hike!" Red yelled.

Marc was able to get open again as Allison didn't look too interested in
trying to cover him. He was wide open when he caught the pass and now Lisa
looked pissed off as she was running at him. She was fast for a heavy girl and
once he saw he wasn't going to be able to get to the end zone before she
caught him, he began to cringe with fear. Lisa got a hand on his shirt and he
immediately gave himself up, going to the ground voluntarily. He was only 5'9
and 150 pounds so he didn't want to know what it would feel like if Lisa threw
him the way that she had thrown Craig.

"Why do you keep going down on your own like that?" Lisa said as she stood
above him and he was afraid to get up.

"You were going to tackle him anyway," Red said to her. "So what's the
difference?" Lisa gave Red a dirty look.

"Hike!" Red said.

As Marc went out for the pass he looked at Jane and the other girls all
playing tight coverage and none of the guys they were covering were able to
get even close to open from the athletic girls. It disappointed him as he
didn't want the ball again yet he found himself wide open. He hoped he'd drop
the pass when it hit him in the chest but the pass came in so easily that
there was no way he could have dropped it without it looking obvious.

He ran up field and saw that the end zone was in sight. Allison was running
after him but not hard. She looked like she'd rather be doing anything but
playing in this game. Lisa saw that he was on his way to score and she went
charging at him. He kept slowing down when he saw her doing this as if running
too fast would make it hurt more when she hit him. Once she got her hands on
him, he immediately went down voluntarily inside the five yard line. Lisa
smacked him on the back but then walked away over in Allison's direction.

"Allison, are you going to cover him or what??" Lisa said with annoyance.

"He's way taller than I am," she said back. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Alright fine, you rush the quarterback this time," Lisa said. "I'll cover
this kid."

She smiled at Marc now that she was going to be covering him and he looked
worried. He did not want to take one of those hits like Peter did. He looked
at all of the other guys that were going to be covered by the smaller girls
and he thought it sucked that he had the one girl that could really rock him
covering him.

"Hike!" Red said on first and goal.

"One Mississippi, two Mississippi," Allison counted.

Lisa was on Marc like glue, not taking a hand off him as she used her athletic
skills and strong body to intimidate him. Marc looked around again and none of
the guys were open. Marc feared that Red was going to try and force a pass
into him with no one else open and he'd get leveled. But Allison got to 7
Mississippi and ran after him.

Red was able to run by her and he was going to run for the touchdown. All of
the girls saw this and ran at him, expect Lisa who stayed on her man. Marc
watched all of the girls push off the guys trying to block them as they
crowded Red and piled on him as they took him down. Marc could barely see Red,
all he could see was the girls with their businesslike looks on their faces as
they crushed him. He now feared all of them.

"Hike!" Red said on second down.

He dropped back and especially with less field to work with, none of the guys
were able to get open from these girls that were covering them like glue. Red
just stood there for his seven Mississippi's with no options. Allison ran at
him when she could and this time he stayed where he was, looking afraid to try
and run with the ball again.

The petite Allison got a hold of his waistband with one hand and his shirt
with the other. They struggled a bit but it looked like the small girl was
actually going to take him down. He tried to pull away and looked like he was
struggling to free himself from the small girl. She forced him so he was only
on one leg and he threw the ball in the direction of Craig but it didn't
really land near him when it hit the ground. Had this been a more official
game Red most likely would have been called for intentional grounding. When
Allison let go of him he lost balance and fell down.

"Hike!" Red yelled on third down.

They still had the ball on the seven yard line but Red called a running play
because he didn't think any of the guys were going to be able to get open.
Marc figured that was part of it but he thought the main reason was because
Red didn't want to get piled on by all of the girls again or risk getting
thrown on his ass again by the smallest girl on the field. Craig got hit by
Christine immediately but he did manage to move the ball about two yards up
the field before all of the girls piled on him and brought him down at the
five.

It was fourth down and even though they were down 14-0, the guys elected to
try and kick a field goal, clearly not having any confidence that they'd be
able to move the ball five yards now that Allison wasn't covering any of the
receivers. The snapped the ball and when Red kicked it, it almost went
straight off of his foot, just barely getting over the heads of the girls that
were trying to block it. It was a weak kick with no height on it whatsoever
and it just bounced on the ground in the end zone, never even reaching the
goalpost. Catherine looked at the ball and snickered.

"Hike!" Christine yelled on first down.

She handed the ball off to Lisa who looked like she couldn't wait to get her
hands on the ball again. All of the guys were hesitant to go at her and she
probably would have ran the length of the field for a touchdown again if Craig
didn't grab a hold of her. He was able to slow her down but she kept dragging
him up field.

The other guys came along to help though they had to fight through some tough
blocking by the girls before they could get close. When Marc thought he was
going to get close, Christine came in from the side and gave him an elbow in
the ribs. It immediately stopped him as he bent down to grab his ribs and he
had to work hard not to start crying. Christine showed no remorse as she
joined the pile and tried to help Lisa with her run. Lisa managed to drag the
pile 12 yards up the field before they finally were able to bring her down.

"Hike!" Christine yelled on first down.

Marc was covering Maya and she burned him again. When she took off down the
field she made him look like a fool as there was nothing he could do to keep
up. Christine launched a missile in her direction that just was out of her
reach.

"Hike!" Christine yelled on second down.

It was another handoff to Lisa. She pushed the pile up the field again and it
wasn't until she had three guys trying to tackle her that they started to
bring her down. Eventually they were able to tackle her but it wasn't until
she picked up the first down and more. The drive continued with a couple of
more incomplete passes but for the most part they just ran the ball up with
field with Lisa until they got the ball inside the ten yard line.

"Hike!" Christine yelled on first down.

Christine made a move to hand the ball off to Lisa and almost all of the guys
bit on it, trying to tackle her. But it was a fake handoff and Christine ran
with the ball in the other direction. The only guy who wasn't on Lisa and was
standing in her way was Marc. Christine actually cracked a smile and ran
harder showing no fear of him. She was shorter than Marc was and she drove her
shoulder right into his stomach as she ran at him. The poor guy had no chance
of tackling her as he went to the ground and grabbed his stomach, desperately
trying to get some breaths in, as Christine ran into the end zone to put the
girls up 20-0. Catherine put the extra point straight through the uprights and
winked at Red as the girls went up 21-0.

"You better get rid of that ball before I get to 7 Mississippi," Lisa said
excitedly as she stood at the line, now the one that was going to be rushing
the passer. "Cuz if I get to you I'm going to level you."

"Hike!" Red yelled, trying not to let them see that he was nervous.

Lisa started counting and she was counting so fast that it couldn't even be
understood what she was saying. Red had a look on his face like he didn't know
what to make of that but he did look scared. Luckily since Allison was
covering Pete, he was wide open in the middle of the field. As Lisa charged at
him, after what seemed like a lot less than seven seconds, he threw the ball
and completed the pass to Peter.

Red looked at Peter who looked like he was off to the races when Red got
walloped by Lisa. It felt like he was getting hit by a small car as all of his
insides shook up and he swore he felt his brain shake. He lay on the ground,
his head spinning, his whole body in pain, and he was having difficulty
breathing. It took him a few seconds to get up but as he sat up, he saw that
Peter had taken the ball to the end zone for a touchdown. Red angrily started
banging his hand on the ground and once he was able to speak, he called out
...

"Roughing the passer! Roughing the passer here, she hit me well after I got
rid of the ball! She crossed the line early too so she was also off-sides."

"OK," Lisa said. "Do you want to accept either of those penalties and do he
play over with the yards or do you want to decline the penalties and take the
touchdown?"

Red wasn't going to try and kick the extra point after how poorly he had
kicked the last one, especially since he was in a lot of pain after getting
flattened. Geoff lined up to kick this time. The kick had no air on it at all
and Maya was easily able to block it with her long arms, even though she
didn't need to since it didn't have even close to enough height on it to get
through the uprights either way.

"Hike!" Christine yelled loudly on first down.

Marc was covering Maya again who just took off sprinting down the field. Marc
knew he couldn't keep up with her so he hoped that they were going to hand off
to Lisa again but he saw that wasn't going to happen. He couldn't let this
freshman girl burn him again. He looked directly at her running ahead of him
and sprinted full speed trying to keep up with her. He was keeping closer to
her than he did last time but she was too fast. He didn't give up though,
running with everything he had. He felt the ball drill him right in the back
of the head and it felt like someone had punched him. Christine sure could put
a lot of power on her throws. He immediately fell forward and his face hit the
ground. Tears were coming out of his eyes, he couldn't help it. He had to lay
there for a little bit and wipe the tears from his eyes without moving his
head up. When he did finally sit up, he saw Christine smiling. The bitch had
hit him there on purpose.

"Hike!" Christine yelled loudly on second down.

Marc was covering Maya again and he was too scared of taking another football
to the back of the head to turn his back to Christine. He watched Christine
wind up to throw and didn't take his eyes off of her until she released the
ball. He watched the ball sail over his head and when he looked up field, it
was laughable how badly Maya had burned him. She was wide open, 20 yards up
the field, and no one could get closer to the speedster as she ran the ball
into the end zone. Catherine's extra point wasn't perfect this time but it
just barely went inside the left upright and the girls took a 28-6 lead.

"Hike!" Red yelled on first down.

He dropped back and watched his receivers completely unable to get open. He
was getting frustrated with them. Not one of his guys could create some
distance from a girl for long enough for him to get a pass in there. He
watched Allison counting her seconds before she rushed him. He wasn't going to
let the small girl disrupt his pass again. His receivers had spread everyone
out so when she rushed him this time he was going to blow by her and pick up a
big gain. Someone on the team had to do it.

"Seven Mississippi!" she called out.

She rushed him, looking confident because of the last time. Red had some
hostility because they were losing so badly so he decided he was just going to
run her over. He didn't care if she was a small girl, this was football and if
she wanted to play she had to deal with what a real football game was like. He
ran at her and she looked a bit worried about the bigger guy coming at her but
she stood her ground.

He ran into her and almost knocked her over but she managed to not only stay
on her feet but to grab him. He tried to pull free but she was holding on
tight and couldn't free himself. As he struggled it felt like she might take
him down. He could not let that happen. He was now breathing heavily as he
fought like crazy to get free from her but he could not break from the hold
she had on him.

It started to feel like he was going to go down. He couldn't let that happen.
He looked around to see if any of his receivers were open that he could throw
the ball to. Even if he didn't complete the pass he just wanted to get rid of
the ball before Allison was able to tackle him. The first person he saw as he
looked around was Lisa charging at him.

He didn't stand a chance. Lisa charged in to assist with the tackle and hit
him so hard that he forgot he was playing in a football game. The ball flew
out of his hands as Lisa proceeded to bring him to the ground. Allison was
much closer to the ball than anyone and she scooped it up. The guys chased
after her but couldn't even get close and she ran the ball into the end zone
to go up 34-6.

"It would be too easy of a win for us if we let Catherine kick the extra
point," Christine said to the guys. "Since we all know she can't miss. So
we're going to give you one last chance to win - we're going to try a two
point conversion. All you have to do is stop us and you're still in the game."

"Hike!" Christine yelled once they had lined up.

There was no question about what was going to happen in this short yardage
situation. She handed the ball off to Lisa. Knowing they had next to no chance
of stopping her and that even if somehow they did that they still had next to
no chance of winning this game, most of the guys backed off. That was accept
for Peter who ran in and tried to tackle her. Lisa ran right into him, leading
with her shoulder into his chest, and drove the rest of her body into the
smaller guy's sending him right to the ground before running into the end zone
to give the girls a 36-6 victory.

As the girls celebrated their win, Marc looked at Peter who was on his back
having a hard time breathing. Marc began to walk over to check on his teammate
when he felt someone grab his shirt from behind. He turned to see Christine
had grabbed a hold of it and she was not letting go. He tried to pull away
again but she looked at him, looking proud to be holding him back.

"I totally owned you this game," Christine said to him. "Made you look like a
bitch. Now get on your knees and kiss my feet."

"What??"

He looked around to see if anyone else was watching what she was doing to him.
She had to be crazy. But everyone was looking curious if he was actually going
to do it. The other guys didn't look eager to help him. The fact that they all
had some of the girls close to them probably didn't help matters. When he
turned back to look at Christine, she had her right fist raised, her left hand
still holding his shirt.

"On your knees and kiss my feet," she said. "You think it hurt when I nailed
you in the back of the head with the football? Wait until you see what my fist
feels like."

Marc could still feel a little bit of that football to the back of the head
and he didn't want to feel her fist. It had been a long time since he had been
punched but after getting beaten up by Christine on the field he didn't want
to feel it. Fuck it, he didn't care how humiliating this was going to be. He
didn't want to get hurt anymore. He started to get down on his knees and
Christine pulled off her shoe and her sock. He was going to have to kiss her
bare foot. This was not going to be fun.

"Roll over," Lisa said as she pushed Peter on the side with her foot. "You're
going to kiss my feet." Pete was still having a tough time breathing so the
last thing he wanted to do was fuel Lisa any further. He rolled over on his
side as she bent down to undo her shoe.

"Get down and kiss the feet that know how to kick an extra point," Catherine
said to Geoff. "You know you can't kick a ball through the uprights."

Geoff looked down at her muscular upper legs and then the black socks that
were pulled up almost all of the way to her knees. He looked at how pathetic
Marc and Peter looked already kissing the feet of the other girls. He tried to
make a run for it but he felt her grab the back of his shorts. She pulled him
towards her and wrapped her arm around his neck in a chokehold.

"There's no way you're going to get away from me," she said to him. "Now get
on your knees and kiss my feet or I'm going to choke you out."

Defeated, he got down on his knees. Still feeling the pressure she had put on
his throat even after she had let go, he wasn't even going to think about
running away. He looked at her sneakers and waited for her to undo her laces
but her foot just rested there. Not knowing what to do, he kissed her shoe.

"Uh-uh," she said negatively and she snapped her fingers for him to look up at
her. "Kiss my feet, not my shoes. You can take my shoes and socks off
yourself. Do it quick or I'm going to kick you in the face."

He unlaced her right shoe but it was still on her tight and he really had to
work to pull it off. He could tell her foot underneath her sock was going to
be sweaty when he pulled it off. He reached up, grabbed the top of her sock,
and began pulling it off down her leg. He looked at how muscular her calf
looked as he did so which was a reminder to him that this was not a girl to
mess with. Her sock was also tight and hard to get off and he got a good whiff
of her foot when he finally got it off. Despite being sweaty, her foot was
soft and smooth and she had dark blue toenail polish on that still looked
fresh.

Red stood up and looked around at all of his teammates that were pathetically
on their knees kissing the bare feet of one of the girls. They looked like a
bunch of slaves all doing this on an open football field. He wanted to put a
stop to this and help them but he knew the girls could make them do this with
force and that there was nothing he could do. He watched Allison walking
towards him. She had already taken her sneakers and socks off and was walking
towards him barefoot, the bottoms of her little size 6 feet collecting all of
the grass and dirt as she walked. He could probably run and get away but he
had more pride than that.

"Get on your knees and kiss my feet!" she ordered.

"Not happening," he said.

"It better happen and now," she said. "I could take you down and make you do
it and you know it. Now get down on your knees and kiss my feet. Hike!"

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