Chapter 17 – Coach Being Coached

"Go! Go! Ugh, dang it kid!" Zoey huffed, watching the 'star' player fumble the ball again. One of the other players ran past and kicked, making the goal instead, which seemed to excite the fans and parents cheering for her team; most except for one with an especially prominent scowl. Mr. Henderson was, to put it simply, a rich asshole. He bribed his son into the team, and expects him to be the best at everything, every time. Of course, he blamed Zoey for all of this, despite her not being the actual coach: she was filling in for her dad.

"You little shit, get good!" Mr. Henderson yelled at his son, who was looking defeated and walking to the benches.

"We're going to have to ask you to leave, sir. You are causing unnecessary ruckus with your profanity again." One of the helpers, Lara, called.

"Ah, fuck you, it's not MY fault that my son is a bumbling idiot!" he yelled back. Lara tried to calm him down, but he swung out and struck her across the face. She hit the ground with a thud, holding her head in both pain and fear. Zoey was in shock, and looked at Lara. Lara's tear-filled eyes looked at her pleadingly, and Zoey nodded.

Zoey ran, jumped and weaved her way through the crowd, causing a huge commotion. In the blink of an eye, she was up to Mr. Henderson. Not a second later, her fist met his nose. A loud crack echoed across the now silent field, and the man went flying, landing about a metre and a half away. Blood ran from his nose like a fountain, and he was severely black under the eyes. Zoey didn't look back at the man as she took Lara and stomped from the field, leaving it in complete silence and awe.

"I'm...what?" Zoey questioned into the phone, wondering if what she heard on the other end was true. Zoey had expected a huge, angry rant from her father, the actual coach, about the ethics of not punching dickheads in the face; instead, she got a promotion of sorts: she was now the fill-in coach for a high school football team.

"You heard me, Zo. It's hard to handle a whole team of kids who don't listen, let alone Mr. Henderson. I'll let you take my other coaching job for a while instead. Gotta go, boss needs me. Oh, and honey: watch out for the Flash." And with that, Zoey's dad was done. He hung up, leaving Zoey speechless.

"What's up?" Lara asked her, walking from her kitchen with an icepack held to her greatly blackened eye.

"I'm a high school coach now."

"A high school coach? Even after the Henderson incident? You barely even like the sport."

Zoey couldn't deny that fact: she was never really a fan of ball-related sport. She needed the money from the job at first, but found she had a true calling at it, which made her sort of happy in a pissed off way.

She kept pondering what her dad had said: 'watch out for the Flash'. The DC hero? The Hokage? She had no idea. Her dad had said that her first session was the next day, so Zoey wanted to be well-rested. She saw Lara off and went online to talk to her boyfriend, Mike, for a while, before nodding off for the night.

"So, this is my team." Zoey smiled, looking at all the happy faces. All one of them, at least, and she was pretty sure he was imagining her in a cheerleader outfit. The rest of the faces were dull and bored, looking here or there; kind of like they never really did much. "So, let's get going."

"The Flash ain't here yet!" Barry yelled in objection. The rest of the team nodded in agreement.

"Well, he can catch up when he gets here, then, can't he? Let's get to it!" Zoey perked, jumping like a 90' movie character. That same weird-o was watching her creepily, so she stopped quickly.

"He says he's in the school, just needs to get to the stadium." Joan said, checking her phone and ignoring Zoey completely. Zoey was about to say something when Joan looked directly at the peppy coach. "We can't play effectively without the star, like you can't get happy without your bottled insecurities."

'Ow! Bitchy!' Zoey thought to herself, before hearing someone running up from behind her.

"I'm here, in the sha-flesh!" someone yelled obnoxiously, and Zoey knew who it was instantly.

"Lightning! Finally!" Barry called, running to him like a lover. Zoey didn't know it was Lightning before now: he was literally written in his insurance papers as 'The Flash'.

"So, you must be the new coach, huh?" Lightning said, sizing up Zoey. He looked her up and down, before thinking deeply. "You look familiar. Are you one of the Lightning fan-girls?"

"You don't remember me? Zoey? From Total Drama?" Zoey asked. Lightning looked oblivious at best, so Zoey gave up. "Any who, let's begin the session!"

"The Lightning don't take orders from no new coach!" Lightning yelled, running to the field faster than the other players. Zoey knew this was going to be a tough one.

The session went off without a hitch from most players. They were obedient, and it seemed like they were very happy with Lightning not being singled out. Of course, it was hard to single out Lightning when he did the exact opposite of whatever Zoey said; this lead to some humorous 'running the wrong way', or some 'smashing face-first into the goal post'. He was being more than difficult, and Zoey knew she had to take measures.

"Lightning, can I see you after you're done in the showers?" Zoey asked. Some team members were calling out things like 'woo, go for it man!' or 'fuck her right in the pussy!', but Zoey ignored them.

"Whatever." He replied weakly, wandering towards the showers.

"Don't take it so hard." Zoey heard from behind her. It was the creepier team member from before: Nick. "He does this to all the new coaches. Your dad was the first one who didn't take any of his shit; it was really funny when Lightning found that out. He just wants to show that he's the alpha-dog here."

Zoey was happy to hear that, and began to devise a plan while Lightning was gone. This plan was interrupted, and subsequently forgotten when Lightning stormed up to her angrily.

"Whaddaya want? Lightnin' ain't got much time." He said, barely looking at her.

"Lightning, good. What do I have to do to win your approval? To make you start following orders?" Zoey asked. Lightning pondered the question for a second, which was more than usual.

"Million bucks. Ticket to the pro-league. Amazin' skills. Any of 'em will do." Lightning replied, still avoiding eye-contact. Zoey knew he was being difficult to spite her, but it gave her an idea. Something that often worked on the kids she used to coach.

"How about a trade? I do something for you, and you obey me for a session? Sound good?" Zoey asked. She'd given the kids everything from lollipops, to tutoring; money, to dirty mags. After a while, they got compliant enough to not need the bribery.

"A trade, hmm?" he contemplated.

"Sure. Anything you want. A new football? A movie? Even-"

"Let Lightnin' touch your tits." Lightning blurted out confidently. Zoey jumped.

"E-excuse me?" Zoey stammered, looking up at the boy.

"You heard me. That, or…go no bra next sesh." Lightning added, seemingly seeing his chance slipping at such a bold offer. He seemed very confident in his choices.

"What?! No! No way!" Zoey yelled back at him much louder than intended. She was in awe at both his confidence and his forewardness. She cursed herself for expecting him to behave like the other, more mature children she'd coached.

"Don't get mad at Lightnin', he wasn't the one that offered." He replied. The two stared at each other, Zoey legitimately considering his tasks and Lightning imagining her committing to said tasks.

"Do you swear to follow my commands?" Zoey asked. Lightning, clearly, misinterpreted this.

"No bra? Really? Well shit, I didn't really expect that!" Lightning interrupted in glee, jumping on the spot.

"Wait-"

"Lookin' forward to it, coach! Sha-yeah!" Lightning cheered as he ran off.

Zoey was left astounded at him. Had he just tricked her? Lightning wasn't smart enough for that, she reasoned. She'd just slipped up is all; she didn't actually agree to it, after all.

The next day's session was very cold, making her bra-less-self much crankier. She wondered why she went along with Lightning's unreasonable request when she saw him look at her with a smirk. She shuddered oddly when he did it, which caught her off guard.

While Zoey appreciated that he was actually following her commands, he was doing it to the worst of his abilities: fumbling the ball, intentionally missing the goals and even faking injuries. Zoey was getting mad, and she could tell the mood was spreading over to the other players. They didn't seem to have much ability in the first place, but when Lightning's coattails fell, they did too.

As training was ending, Zoey called for Lightning to have a chat with her. A sigh of relief spread over the other players, to which Lightning was oblivious. Zoey noted that, though he was coming to chat with her, he seemed somewhat sinister.

"Alright, you need to step up your-" Zoey stopped when she saw that Lightning had reached out and grabbed her breasts, hard and abrupt. He squeezed and began feeling them up, as Zoey jumped back and covered her chest. "What the hell?!"

"What, you wanted me to try, and I did, so now I get my reward." Lightning reasoned. He went to reach again, but his hand was slapped away.

"No, you said to go bra-less, and I did. I didn't agree to you touch…feeling me up!" Zoey yelled, storming away.

"But you never said yes." Lightning replied. Zoey stopped in her tracks, and thought for a second. "You never said yes, but you did it anyway."

"Well…" Zoey tried to reason. She was stopped by Lightning putting his finger over her lips.

"That means you want some of the Lightnin'!" Lightning grinned (supposedly) smoothly. Zoey eyes went wide, and she backed away again.

"No! What? That is not the case! I just-"

"You wanted more than for Lightnin' to play better." Lightning smiled, walking closer. Zoey didn't back up, instead standing tall.

"I wanted you to play better. Saying yes or no doesn't make a difference. You didn't start trying, so you broke whatever agreement we had." Zoey stated.

"Lightning tried! He tried his best! It's not Lightnin's fault you were distracting him!" he asserted.

"Wh-what?"

"You not wearin' a bra and lookin' hot was distractin' my senses, I couldn't play like that!" Lightning continued. Zoey was taken aback. He thought she was hot? She began to formulate a plan.

"Oh…in that case… if you score 10 goals tomorrow, you can touch my chest again. I'm going to be training the other players, and not focusing on you. Think you can do it?"

"Hell sha-yes I can do it!" Lightning smiled wide, suddenly perking up. Zoey knew she shouldn't have, but she couldn't think straight after he'd called her hot.

The next day's training went very well. Lightning was scoring goal after goal, and the rest of the team was having trouble keeping up and stopping him. This was good for them, because challenge is the best practice.

After training was over, Lightning ran over to Zoey quickly, the two getting odd looks from the rest of the team.

"Not so fast there! You only scored nine goals today, no touching!" Zoey said, making Lightning skid to a halt.

"Woah, what? Lightning counted! He got more than 10!"

"Well, you counted wrong, then. I got nine. You've gotta try harder next time."

"That's sha-bullshit!"

"For that, you've gotta score 15 goals next time." Zoey said. Lightning was about to get mad, when Zoey perked up her breasts. Lightning was trying to feign ignorance.

"Whatever." He grumbled, walking to the showers. Zoey was proud of herself. He'd scored 13 goals, and they both knew it. Lightning was daft enough to believe he'd scored less, though, so Zoey took advantage of that. This was a great opportunity to do some actual coaching, and she was going to take advantage of it.

The next day's training went poorly. Lightning was mad, so he'd fallen over and feigned an injury. Zoey sent him to the nurse, and continued coaching. The team seemed to be a lot less active, not having a goal to go after. This was a problem, so Zoey had to improvise, and began running drills. The day continued without any interference from Lightning.

The day afterwards, however, was a different story. Lightning had apparently sprained his ankle, so he had to sit on the bench for the entirety of practice. He sat as far away from Zoey as possible, and began yelling instructions and insults at the team.

"Barry, run like you mean it!"

"Joan, your tits are too big for football! Get that worked on!

"Nick, eat a dick!"

It was helpful at times, but morale was at an all-time low, so Zoey kept having to stop Lightning. Nothing was stopping him, and he was relentlessly torturing his teammates. Skills were improving, no doubt, but the teamwork was lacking. They weren't helping each other, and they were way too focused on whatever Lightning was yelling at them.

"Lightning, please stop. You can see what this is doing to the team." Zoey asked, walking over to him. He glared daggers at her, but she was unflinching.

"What's it too ya? Lightnin' can help his team is he wants." Lightning said. This staring contest persisted for a couple of seconds, before Zoey turned and ignored him. She reasoned that if she stood in front of him, then he'd be largely ignored by the team.

Unlikely as it was, this tactic was working. Whenever Lightning would limp to another place, Zoey would follow him and stand in front of him. He was getting madder and madder.

Lightning tried his best to think of a way to stick it to her. He tried thinking as hard as he could (i.e. not very hard), but he was completely distracted and absorbed in Zoey's ass, right in front of his face. He began thinking about nothing but her butt, and thought of a great way to get back at her.

He reached out, and grabbed both of her butt cheeks, kneading into them. They felt doughy and soft, his fingers sunk right into the large, supple flesh. Zoey let out a squeak, but didn't move at all. Lightning didn't question this as he kept squeezing, seeing her perfect shape through her khaki pants.

Lightning quickly wanted more, and began reaching into the top of her pants, pulling down the back slowly. Zoey squirmed, but again didn't move away. The pants finally came down to just underneath the cheeks, and Lightning saw her ass in all of its glory. He began playing with her tight hole between the cheeks. It was soft, and felt untouched, a dark spot in the middle of her pale valleys.

Lightning lightly drifted his fingers over her hole, and saw her shiver with his touch. His other hand worked on feeling her ass up. Before long, Lightning began trying to prod his finger into her ass, but Zoey finally acted. She said lightly 'no', but this didn't stop Lightning at all. He pushed his fingertip inside of her, and she moaned lightly. His other hand worked its way to her front, still underneath her long shirt, and moved its way under her pussy. It was warm and wet, and Lightning wasted no time in rubbing over it lightly.

Zoey was in awe at Lightning's forwardness. The only cover they had was the waist high wall surrounding the field. His index finger was to the hilt in her ass, moving lightly around and twisting before being pulled back and forth. His hand went to work on her pussy, brushing her lips lightly, teasing her. She was in bliss, having discovered the weakness In her ass due to Mike's play.

She couldn't stop him, she was too gone. She could only use her energy to remain standing, her mouth already lolling and her mind going awry. Lightning inserted a finger into her pussy, and she moaned audibly. She could swear Nick was looking at her through his helmet, but she couldn't be sure. She couldn't care to think right now.

"Ain't that time, coach?" Nick asked her. Yep, he'd been watching. She tried her best to pull her phone out, but Lightning prevented any of that from happening.

"Y-yeah it's time…go." Zoey stammered, as that was all she could manage. The team packed up equipment too slowly for Zoey's tastes, and she knew she'd have to work on that. Lightning was not letting up, and finally all of the other teammates had gone.

Zoey fell onto him in a heap, her legs refusing to stand. Lightning let his finger from her ass, and instead got both hand to work on her pussy. She was laying on him, not able to stop him from bliss. One hand had a finger deep in her, slowly and achingly teasing, while the other began flicking her clit lightly. She was moaning deeply at this point with no one around, and all she could do was play with her breasts while this happened.

She was not a quick cummer, that she knew. Mike hated it, but she loved it. She was in ecstasy from Lightning playing with her. All of a sudden, he stopped, and his hands moved. She continued playing with her breasts, desperate to continue the feeling, but something long was moving near her pussy. She looked down and saw that his dick was standing at full attention, her muff rubbing along it lightly. She could see that it was straining, but couldn't move to do a thing.

Instead, Lightning picked her up. Zoey was surprised at his sudden strength, and almost fainted in surprise as she was suddenly impaled on his rod. She didn't make a sound as she felt him fill her up inside. This is exactly what she'd ached for, and now she could only revel in its girth. She clenched her pussy walls, trying to get him moving. Something worked, as he'd gotten to work, lifting her up by her thin waist and pushing further inside of her. She felt him everywhere in her.

Lightning's breath was quickening, and Zoey felt a warmth filling her up, and squeezed her breasts hard. Lightning was already at his limit, but Zoey was not accepting that he was that quickly done. She gyrated her hips, moving them in a circular motion, forcing him to continue.

"Lightnin' can't!" he said, defeated.

"Lightning will." She replied, as she found herself bouncing lightly on him. He was still hard inside of her, and he could feel her on every inch on his cock, warm and moist. She moved up until he'd almost left her, and then forced herself down quickly. Lightning grabbed her waist again, and Zoey grinned at her victory. Lightning picked her up and started to violently hump her. Her breasts were bouncing wildly underneath her shirt, and a smack was heard at each collision.

"Yes!" Zoey groaned, finally getting her release after an hour of torture. She clenched hard on Lightning's dick holding her up, but he was still continuing on her. She was cumming hard while being thoroughly fucked, and Lightning showed no signs of stopping. Zoey went limp in his arms, feeling nothing but warmth and fulfilment in her loins. Lightning was repeatedly filling her up, bottoming out and thrusting again, Zoey making involuntary noises each time. Lightning was reaching his limit, but was persistent in coming inside of her. Zoey didn't care anymore as she felt his dick throb, and another warm feeling inside of her.

Lightning began slowing down, and Zoey began to settle herself, her ecstasy dying slowly. Lightning laid her down on the bench and pulled himself out, some of his sperm leaking out as well. Zoey was content to stop, but Lightning grabbed her ass cheeks.

"Lightnin's gonna fuck you for every goal he ever shot!" he groaned. Zoey knew this was not possible, but was readying herself for the ride. Lightning pulled her ass cheeks apart and put his dick between, hotdogging himself and thrusting. "Lightnin's wanted a piece of this ass since the show!"

Zoey's pleasure was dying down now, as Lightning went to town on her ass. Her soft, supple cheeks surrounded his member completely, and he thrusted quickly and hard, her cheeks reddening. Zoey liked the feeling of his dick so close to her ass, and reached back slowly, pulling them apart again.

As she did, she felt his solid member back there, and for the first time felt just how huge it was. She wrapped her hands around it hard, and began to pump him behind her as he went to town. Before long, his cum ran down the back of her shirt, and he was gearing to go again.

Lightning pressed his head into her asshole, and a huge grin spread across Zoey's face. He pushed himself in, and she realised that he was much bigger than his finger. She was being split apart, her ass widening to accommodate his member. She felt him in her waist, and he kept going. He finally bottomed out, and whispered into her ear "Get ready for a sha-pounding."

He pulled out almost completely and then rammed himself in. With little to no preparation Zoey's ass burned with pain, but she felt a rush of pleasure whenever he pulled out. Lightning felt no such feeling of pain, instead her tight entrance was squeezing every inch of his dick on entry and exit. With each thrust Zoey moved further down the bench, and the pain of his entrances was waning. She felt nothing but chills from her ass with each thrust, and the ecstatic feeling was returning. Each time he hit her at her deepest, she rocked, and her mind went blank with pleasure for an instant.

Lightning was rapidly nearing his end again, but was desperate to not let it end like this. He grabbed her tits from behind and began to play with them as he thrust madly. His tries were in vain as he came deep inside of her with a loud "Yeah!" echoing across the ever-darkening field. Zoey wasn't done, but she knew she couldn't take anymore without passing out. Lightning stayed in place for a while, and Zoey was content to stay like that.

The rest of the term was great for Zoey. The team was getting a lot better, both with skills and teamwork. She never had to have an encounter like that with Lightning again. He seemed content with what he'd gotten himself. She'd admitted everything to Mike, who was mad, but understood what happened. He hated Lightning now, though. The team hadn't won that year's tournament, but they'd gotten a solid third place. Zoey was contacted the next year with an offer to become the full-time coach for the team.

"Not a chance." She replied with, and promptly hung up the phone.

Author's Notes: Almost a year with no updates is appalling, but I hope I at least somewhat make up for it with an extra long chapter. As soon as I realised that the intro to the chapter was really long, I realised that I'd better have a freaking good action scene, so I hope I did that well. Believe it or not, there was stuff I actually had to cut from this chapter, as there was no place to put it. Now, the next chapter is a little hard. It will include Samey, but that's all that's certain. It will either be Samey/Topher, or Samey/Amy. I don't know how to write Topher effectively, but I also think incest might be a bit too much for this series. If neither of those, I've got other options, but it will include Samey, so look forward to that (whenever that is!).