This story is a short, multi-chapter, stand alone to Mylari's August "Sports Team" Challenge. I love football, and I am a huge Philadelphia Eagles fan. So in the spirit of football season, here is my submission to the newest challenge. The title was borrowed from the Eagles' victory song Fly, Eagles, Fly.Since the story is done, I decided to go ahead and post all the chapters in one time. Originally it was going to be a one-off, but it got to be too long, so I broke it down into shorter chapters.

This is a continuation to what is becoming my Challenge Story Arc. This follows Meant to Be Broken and Between Floors.

Rated M for language, adult themes, and a somewhat explicit sex scene. You have been warned. If you don't like sex scenes, or if this type of material offends you, skip chapter 8. The rest of the story will be mostly relevant without it.

Enjoy!

Fly, Lions, Fly

Disclaimer:WEP owns Voltron and its characters.The story is mine.

Chapter 1

The princess of Arus paced nervously in her bedroom. Uncomfortable was not a strong enough word to describe how she felt at the moment. She couldn't believe she let Romelle talk her into this. Nanny will have my head when she sees me in this get up, Allura thought. I will need to remind her that it's for the good of interplanetary relations and in the spirit of the game.Unconvinced, Allura perused her reflection in the mirror.

She looked the quintessential cheerleader. Allura's tight-fitting red and white athletic top fit snugly. Ending just under her breasts, the sleeveless tank revealed a good bit of her toned, flat stomach. The word Lions was emblazoned in bright white across her chest. Tugging on the extremely short skirt, Allura blushed at how much of her long, lean legs lay exposed. The red and white pleated skirt stopped at the top of her thighs; it barely covered her bottom. Luckily, a pair of short shorts covered the royal assets. Allura giggled as she remembered that being Romelle's description. With her hair pulled into a high ponytail and white sneakers on her feet, Allura looked ready to cheer on her team.

Allura couldn't worry about what Nanny would think. She would remind her old-fashioned governess that the outfit was part of an initiative to promote interplanetary friendship with a touch of rivalry and spirit. With one last tug of her extremely short skirt, she shrugged at herself in the mirror. This was what cheerleaders on earth wore, Romelle had assured her. Grabbing her red and white pompoms, she headed out the door to the game.

VVVVVVVVV

Smiling to himself, Keith reveled in the growing crowd's energy. He stood on the sidelines of the makeshift football field that the Voltron Force had constructed in the last few weeks. Looking around, he let the sights and sounds surround him.

He loved football. Having never played competitively, he actively enjoyed the role of spectator. During his academy days, Keith regularly attended the Academy's games, watching his friends Hunk and Rocky lead them to victory after victory. On Earth, he was an avid Giants fan, cheering for his favorite NFL team season after season, win or lose. Smelling the popcorn in the air, he thought about how much he had missed the thrill of his favorite game.

Today would be different. Dressed in a red and white football uniform, helmet in hand, Keith would not simply be a spectator; he would be a player. On this day, history would be made.