The Mane Squeeze
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As she moved in closer, she saw McNelly waiting for her even as the She-wolf kept skating forward. So focused on Gwen and her desire to take her out, she didnt see the wolf-coyote, Lethal Lacey, until shed slammed into her, forcing McNelly into the railing. At that point, Gwen picked up speed and took hold of the gloved hand held out for her. Blaynes fingers closed over Gwens and she said, Hold on, Gwenie!
Gwen did, waiting as Blayne grabbed the neck of one of the Furrier blockers right in front of her and shoved her aside. Once shed cleared the way, Blayne whipped Gwen through the cleared path through the pack.
Knowing she was the lead jammer, Gwen ripped around the track, passing the Furriers jammer as she was climbing back over the railing. Gwen ignored her and kept going until she reached the pack again. The team needed the points, so Gwen pushed her way through the pack, unable to use Blayne this time since she was having a bit of a scuffle with two Furriers. That meant she had to get through on her own and McNelly was back and tearing across the track right for her. She kept going, hoping to pass one more Furrier before she stopped the jam or McNelly dropped her.
But shed forgotten something important. For once, Gwen and Blayne werent on their own. For once, they had someone else watching their backs.
McNelly was inches from her, snarling, her fangs beginning to show when a busty liger crashed into McNelly and dropped her right there on the track. Gwen passed the Furriers other blockers and pivot for three more points and then quickly brought her hands to her hips twice to call off the jam.
Gwen rolled into the infield, Blayne coming up beside her. She threw her arm around Gwens shoulders and said cheerily, That went well, huh?
Yeah. Gwen glanced at her as they stopped. Sweetie, whats wrong with your finger?
Blayne shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. Nothing.
Your forefinger always points
back at you that way?
It does now.
Gwen held out her hand. Give it to me.
Gwen
Give it.
Growling, Blayne held her hand out. Gwen took hold, felt around a bit, and said, Blayne, look. Mr.
Squirrel.
Blayne looked across the track. Where?
Lock heard that bone snap back into place from where he was sitting and it took everything in him not to just get up and leave.
Jess barked out, Holy shit! before burying her face against Locks neck while Ric dropped his face in his hands and visibly shuddered.
War wounds! Roxy cheered, her sisters laughing and clapping along with her.
When Roxy realized Lock was gawking at her, she patted his knee and promised, Shell be fine, baby-boy.
When you say fine do you mean shell be unharmed when this is all over, or do you mean that she bounces back really well from life-threatening injuries? When Roxy opened her mouth to speak, Lock quickly added, If youre not going to say something that will make me feel better, pleasedont say anything at all.
Roxys mouth slowly closed and she looked back out over the track. Oh, look, baby-boy. Next jams starting. Why dont we watch?
Yeah, he sighed, trying not to panic. Why dont we?
CHAPTER 29
It happened every time Gwen rolled out on the track. They would chant her nameTasty!
Okay, so it wasnt her name, but Lock felt it was close enough. And those from Philly whod attended seemed to love it.
Lock had to wait until the cleaner had wiped off the glass in front of him before he could see Gwen getting in position on the track. She wiped off the blood leaking from her nose and then popped it back into position using both hands.
Ric let out a breath, quite pleased theyd had Heineken beer among all the Millers and Buds the roaming sellers were hawking. You know how we always thought we were so much tougher than the football players because we play hockey?
Yeah.
Its official. Were all pussies.
Lock laughed but absolutely agreed.
The ref blew the whistle and the pack took off. The jostling from earlier had turned into a melee Sun Tzu would have been afraid of.
The second whistle blew and Gwen moved. God, his woman was
so fast. Between her lighter weight combined with those powerful tiger legs of hers, none of the other jammers could hope to get close to her. The only thing that helped them was whether Gwen could get through the pack.
She tore up the track, catching up to the pack in seconds. One quick hyena slammed into her, but Gwen shoved her off, sending her spinning into her own teammate, both of them crashing into the railing and flipping over.
Gwen grabbed hold of Blaynes arm, and Blayne held her back, using her free hand to grab the blocker in front of her by the neck and yanking her out of the way. Once she had the opening, she flung Gwen through it.
Free of the pack, Gwen took off, the ref tagging her as the lead jammer as she shot around the track.
Lock glanced at the scoreboard. Theyd been ahead for a while, but now they were four points behind with thirty seconds left on the board. Gwen had to make it past the pack at least one more time to tie.
A hyena and a lioness went for her, but Cheeky Charminga ligress who was bigger than Locks momtook them both out, allowing Gwen to zip past. McNelly went for her, but Pop-A-Cherry slammed into her from behind, sending the She-wolf spinning and landing in front of Gwen, but Locks tigon went up and over. Unfortunately, because her skates werent touching the track, McNelly wouldnt count for any points. But at least Gwen was able to keep going, shooting around the track for another pass. Shed passed another Furrier, tying the teams, but before she could go past the next Blocker, the Pivot hit her from the side and slammed her into the rails. The Furriers came at her and would probably tackle her to the ground. So, with only two seconds left on the clock, she called off the jam by putting her hands to her hips twice.
Gwen did, waiting as Blayne grabbed the neck of one of the Furrier blockers right in front of her and shoved her aside. Once shed cleared the way, Blayne whipped Gwen through the cleared path through the pack.
Knowing she was the lead jammer, Gwen ripped around the track, passing the Furriers jammer as she was climbing back over the railing. Gwen ignored her and kept going until she reached the pack again. The team needed the points, so Gwen pushed her way through the pack, unable to use Blayne this time since she was having a bit of a scuffle with two Furriers. That meant she had to get through on her own and McNelly was back and tearing across the track right for her. She kept going, hoping to pass one more Furrier before she stopped the jam or McNelly dropped her.
But shed forgotten something important. For once, Gwen and Blayne werent on their own. For once, they had someone else watching their backs.
McNelly was inches from her, snarling, her fangs beginning to show when a busty liger crashed into McNelly and dropped her right there on the track. Gwen passed the Furriers other blockers and pivot for three more points and then quickly brought her hands to her hips twice to call off the jam.
Gwen rolled into the infield, Blayne coming up beside her. She threw her arm around Gwens shoulders and said cheerily, That went well, huh?
Yeah. Gwen glanced at her as they stopped. Sweetie, whats wrong with your finger?
Blayne shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. Nothing.
Your forefinger always points
back at you that way?
It does now.
Gwen held out her hand. Give it to me.
Gwen
Give it.
Growling, Blayne held her hand out. Gwen took hold, felt around a bit, and said, Blayne, look. Mr.
Squirrel.
Blayne looked across the track. Where?
Lock heard that bone snap back into place from where he was sitting and it took everything in him not to just get up and leave.
Jess barked out, Holy shit! before burying her face against Locks neck while Ric dropped his face in his hands and visibly shuddered.
War wounds! Roxy cheered, her sisters laughing and clapping along with her.
When Roxy realized Lock was gawking at her, she patted his knee and promised, Shell be fine, baby-boy.
When you say fine do you mean shell be unharmed when this is all over, or do you mean that she bounces back really well from life-threatening injuries? When Roxy opened her mouth to speak, Lock quickly added, If youre not going to say something that will make me feel better, pleasedont say anything at all.
Roxys mouth slowly closed and she looked back out over the track. Oh, look, baby-boy. Next jams starting. Why dont we watch?
Yeah, he sighed, trying not to panic. Why dont we?
CHAPTER 29
It happened every time Gwen rolled out on the track. They would chant her nameTasty!
Okay, so it wasnt her name, but Lock felt it was close enough. And those from Philly whod attended seemed to love it.
Lock had to wait until the cleaner had wiped off the glass in front of him before he could see Gwen getting in position on the track. She wiped off the blood leaking from her nose and then popped it back into position using both hands.
Ric let out a breath, quite pleased theyd had Heineken beer among all the Millers and Buds the roaming sellers were hawking. You know how we always thought we were so much tougher than the football players because we play hockey?
Yeah.
Its official. Were all pussies.
Lock laughed but absolutely agreed.
The ref blew the whistle and the pack took off. The jostling from earlier had turned into a melee Sun Tzu would have been afraid of.
The second whistle blew and Gwen moved. God, his woman was
so fast. Between her lighter weight combined with those powerful tiger legs of hers, none of the other jammers could hope to get close to her. The only thing that helped them was whether Gwen could get through the pack.
She tore up the track, catching up to the pack in seconds. One quick hyena slammed into her, but Gwen shoved her off, sending her spinning into her own teammate, both of them crashing into the railing and flipping over.
Gwen grabbed hold of Blaynes arm, and Blayne held her back, using her free hand to grab the blocker in front of her by the neck and yanking her out of the way. Once she had the opening, she flung Gwen through it.
Free of the pack, Gwen took off, the ref tagging her as the lead jammer as she shot around the track.
Lock glanced at the scoreboard. Theyd been ahead for a while, but now they were four points behind with thirty seconds left on the board. Gwen had to make it past the pack at least one more time to tie.
A hyena and a lioness went for her, but Cheeky Charminga ligress who was bigger than Locks momtook them both out, allowing Gwen to zip past. McNelly went for her, but Pop-A-Cherry slammed into her from behind, sending the She-wolf spinning and landing in front of Gwen, but Locks tigon went up and over. Unfortunately, because her skates werent touching the track, McNelly wouldnt count for any points. But at least Gwen was able to keep going, shooting around the track for another pass. Shed passed another Furrier, tying the teams, but before she could go past the next Blocker, the Pivot hit her from the side and slammed her into the rails. The Furriers came at her and would probably tackle her to the ground. So, with only two seconds left on the clock, she called off the jam by putting her hands to her hips twice.
