“L-let go, damn it!” the bear yelled breathlessly, arms struggling against the two walls of red to either side of him.

“This isn’t funny!” a panther snarled out, similarly trapped nearby just like the bear was.

The dragon and feline both chuckled, their voices rolling through the football field like a rumble of thunder. Dragonien’s massive toes clenched tighter around the two football players, causing them to both yelp in protest and discomfort. Neither of them were weak by any means. Both of them seniors that had spent the last 4 years training to be leading members of one of the best high school football teams in the nation. Yet despite their physical strength and capability all it took on the oversized dragon junior’s part to render them helpless was a casual clenching of his toes. Both the bear and panther felt like they were in some kind of car crusher, or booby trap from some old tomb raiding movie. Both of them desperately struggling against the walls closing in on them from either side, struggling to keep themselves from being crushed. Dragonien, for his part, wasn’t really trying to hurt them. He was simply finding endless amusement with how the two couldn’t even push his toes far enough apart to get themselves free. All the while the rest of the team simply stood back, watching with expressions of nervousness or fear. Not that they had anywhere to run, really. They were basically corralled between the two giants, and the large athletics building behind them they had just exited. They could run out onto the rest of the football field and try to get away, but they knew that if the dragon and cat wanted, catching them would be next to effortless.

“Aww, cmon sweety, give them a chance” Wyldsyde cooed playfully, glancing up at the dragon from her prone position stretched out across a good portion of the football field. “Gotta give the little guys a handicap or they have no chance” she giggled playfully, then lowered her head back down to stare at their leader.

The massive feline’s weight shifted forward as she adjusted herself. Incalculable tons of flesh and bone shifted as she leaned forward, her enormous chest resting more of its weight down on her crossed arms beneath it. It was a bit of a struggle to get her head so low with how massive, even by her proportions, her bosom had grown over the last few years, as each of her massive breasts was significantly larger than her head and kept her torso propped up when she leaned down onto them. Were the football players not too busy worrying about being the two giant’s next playthings, they’d be raging at the damage the dragon and cat were doing to the field. Between the dragon’s weight creating foot shaped indentions in the grassy dirt each over a foot deep, and the feline’s enormous bulk (Specifically her monstrous female endowments) boring a body shaped indention into the field, it was going to take days of work to get the field back up to par. The pair had been told numerous times not to walk on the football field because of the damage they did and the work it took to fix it, but it can be pretty hard to enforce rules of where you can and can’t go on people that can juggle the school staff’s cars.

The quarterback, a burly nearly 7 foot beast of a black wolf, found himself suddenly stumbling backwards onto his ass when Wyld’s enormous pink nosed muzzle leaned in towards him. He was the ‘alpha’ of the football team’s little group, and usually put a good deal of effort into not letting the two giants intimidate him. That effort melted away when he found himself face to face with a mouth big enough to swallow him whole with ease. Despite his best attempts to try to put on an air of confidence, his ears reflexively flattened against his head and his tail tucked between his legs in the presence of her massive pillow sized nose. He couldn’t help but glance at the two long canine teeth that stuck out of Wyld’s mouth, gleaming as the afternoon light reflected off their polished ivory surface. She didn’t have any sabertooth blood in her, she simply had a slight overbite that often left her front-most canines hanging out of her lips, but when those teeth are almost as big as a full grown person it’s easy to jump to sabertooth conclusions.

“What’ the matter, lil puppy, you look kind of flustered” Wyld teased, giggling thunderously once more. The sound boomed around the wolf much more intensely with her closer proximity, leaving his ears ringing. “Weren’t you the one that was always hitting on me my freshman year? Still wanna go up to makeout point? I don’t think you can drive me there anymore, but if you ask nicely I can carry you and your car there” She teased. Then she leaned in closer, the wolf struggling to contain a yelp of fear as that fang filled mouth got within arm’s reach. “You might wanna ask Drago if he’s ok with asking me out though. Just between you and me, I think he has a thing for me. Don’t wanna get on his bad side, right?” She added in a falsely whispering voice, clearly speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. The wolf looked at her massive eyes, then up towards the looming dragon who was grinning toothily down at him, then back at her.

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew the two oversized teens were just messing with him and the other guys. They had all made passes at her when she was younger (And a LOT smaller) back during freshman year, wanting to get in her pants cause they thought she was hot. And Dragonien, they had teased when he came during sophomore year, joking of how the school was being invaded by oversized nerds. Now that the two of them had grown so large that the jocks had moved from making fun of the two oversized people, to avoiding them. They’d never admit to being scared by them, their dumb hormonal jock look on life wouldn’t allow them to admit fear. He knew that they were just trying to intimidate him and the rest of the football team into submission. The problem was…

It was working.