It was a big day for Wolver, even though the Oilers vs Ducks game wasn’t the most important game of the season. Truth be told normally he would be watching this game at home with a few buddies but this match was special. This was the Seventh Game Death Match that determined if the Edmonton Oilers would go on to the Conference Finals. However there was a special treat for those that came to this event, there was an Exhibition Match period announced. All Stars from various teams set to play at the Honda Center in Anaheim before the Oilers vs Ducks match, and on the listed roster for this exhibition match was Ryan Smyth.

That alone had sent Wolver over the edge, but the fact that Sherri was in the area made it well worth sinking himself into months of credit card debt to go visit Anaheim. It had only been a few days but it felt like forever until he was finally here at the center. Rink Side tickets were 350$ per person, a flight to Los Angeles was 800$, thankfully Sherri was nice enough to let him stay over and drive him around so that cut down costs a bit. He refused to think about costs though as he stared at the ornate glass entry way. He could feel his heart beating rapidly against the inside of his chest. His eyes watching as the faces of Hockey’s Retired Legends swooshed across the screens as they entered the gigantic stadium.

Sherri smiled as she noticed Wolver’s excitement; he was almost bursting at the seams. “You really like this Ryan Smyth guy huh?” Her tail flickered about behind her.

Wolver almost balked at that statement, his eyes widening as he looked down at Sherri and noticed her cheek on his shoulder. “You really don’t know anything about him?” He smirked and reached out an arm to gently rub at her shoulder. “Well he wasn't called Captain Canada for nothing.” He peeked down seeing her wearing the hoodie he’d brought for her. “And you’re wearing his number.”

Sherri peeked down at her elbow with a large 94 rested in the white stripe. “Oh.. Neat.” She looked up back at him as they continued to walk, her high heels clicking on the ground. “So he’s like your hero, right?”

The wolverine gave a proud nod. “His dedication to the game was immense. He'd risk injury each and every game by putting himself in front of the net to block the goalie's view. In the 2006 Cup run he took a slapshot to the mouth, lost 3 teeth from it, but he got the teeth put back in, lips stitched up and came back out for the 3rd period.” He seemed exceptionally impressed with that fact, but Sherri just closed her mouth. Somehow the thought of someone else losing three teeth made her body churn with fear that it might happen to her.

“…These things are safe right?” She bit down on her lower lip immediately recalling the movie Happy Gilmore and that ‘slapshot’ into the glass scene.

Wolver seemed to read her mind, pulling her close with a tight squeeze. “You’re gonna be fine, just relax, it’s gonna be fun.”

It wasn’t hard to find their seats; Wolver had paid for the premium rink side seats, extra-large cushioned chairs that could recline back. There were thick armrests that would lift up and act as a love-seat for couples that decided to enjoy the game, priority seating, lots of leg-room and space between seats. It was truly the first class of seating, aside from the personal box seats but this was much closer to the action that you couldn’t feel from so high above the rink.

“Faaancy!” Sherri giggled as she plopped her juicy rounded butt in one of the seats, letting her legs bounce upwards as she sank into the cushioned chair. Her hands tossing upwards her legs dangling as she pressed a switch to cause the leg-rest to push upwards as her seat reclined back. “This is pretty cool!”

Wolver chuckled as he sat beside Sherri, the pre-game entertainment was going, fanfare and cheering, but atop of the arena where the goals normally were his eyes found a trivia question. ‘What was Ryan Smyth’s last game?’

“April 12th, They won, 5-2 against the Vancouver Canucks.” Wolver said matter of factly to the side.

Sherri blinked and glanced up to him. “…I don’t get it?”

Wolver pointed up to the scoreboard. “The trivia question, ‘When was Ryan Smyth’s last game?’, the answer is April 12th, they played against the Vancouver Canucks and won 5-2. He was the captain for that game too.”

A moment later the trivia question changed to the answer, Wolver was spot on. Sherri’s ears perked as she looked over. “Oh.. Hey you were right!”

Wolver lifted the arm-rest that separated them. “Of course I was right.” He gave a cocky grin and leaned back, his arm gently reaching out and hugging at Sherri’s shoulder to pull her close to him. “Thanks for coming with me by the way.” He said softly, leaning his head over and gently smooching her at the base of her ear.

Sherri blushed, her knees pressing together, it really wasn’t that big of a deal for her, especially since he was paying for the tickets and snacks and stuff. “Anytime..” She murmured as she leaned into him.

A good twenty minutes later the exhibition match was finally about to begin, each player entered the rink to an excitable announcer listing off the player’s stats and achievements as well as their ‘home team.’ Wolver got a little giddy, his heart skipping a beat as Ryan skated onto the rink.

“Aaaaaaand next up we have NINE FOUR, that is, NINETY-FOUR, representing the team playing tonight is the hometown favorite. The Power Forward, the only player in Hockey History to win the Gold Medal in ALL Olympics, World Cup, World Championships, World Juniors, and the Spengler Cup! Ryyyaaaaaaaan SMYTH!”

A short while after the game began Sherri found herself fidgeting in her seat, she didn’t want to pull out her phone but she was bored. Her pawtoes tapping against the ground as the players raced back and forth along the ice. The puck was being tossed from side to side and while Sherri sort of understood the appeal she just didn’t feel the same excitement as Wolver. “Hey.. Ryan’s your hero right?”

The wolverine peeked his head over at Sherri, quickly glancing back and forth to not miss a possible amazing moment. “Yeah.. why?”

Sherri smirked, her tail giving a mischievous wag as she started to peel at the bottom of her hoodie with her fingertips. “What if I showed him my tits?” She teased, lightly poking her tongue out.

Wolver felt his eyes widen, a slight bulge in his pants as his dicktip peeked from his sheath. “Ohgod Sherri no! No! Bad girl!” Was she really going to tease him this whole game? His eyes darted back, determined to watch the game through her dirty ideas.

Sherri giggled a little as she looked at the game, then over at Wolver who was so focused. It reminded her of something Momma Ellie once said.

‘Sometimes your friend will have a hobby that isn’t your favorite, but if you like them, you love them, and you care for them, you’ll support them the best way you can.’

Sherri bit down on her lower lip. ‘Okay, Mom’ Sherri thought to herself as she made the decision to follow Ellie’s advice. While Wolver was distracted she slowly slipped from her seat, it took him a moment to realize that his pants were being pulled away. His jeans unbuttoned and his slightly peeking cocktip poking out from his sheath. Sherri didn’t even let him respond, instead her mouth wrapped around his dick, sheath and all. Her tongue wildly rolling along the thick furred pocket and stroking at the tip as she stared up at his shocked face.

His girth suddenly began to swell as his hands grasped at both sides of the armrests, his clawtips pinching at the cushion as he felt himself accosted with pleasure rolling through his frame. Her tongue was one of his favorite things in the world, that bright sapphire blue catching his eyes every time she spoke, and it was slathering his dick with slick juices that spilled against his sheath. He clenched his teeth and let his head throw back as his cock grew in between her lips.

She pressed her nose against his crotch, her nostrils taking in that heavy scent of musky male crotch that had enticed her in the first place. Her tail lifting upwards and curling into itself as she slowly pulled her head back with her lips sucking at his cock as she drew her head back. The suction applied so much pressure to his cock causing him to fully harden from her touch, his chest was heaving for air as her tongue dragged along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft. “FfFhghhuuuhckkk.. Sherri!” Wolver groaned as he looked down at those sweet doe eyes.

SSSSSHLP SLRP SLP SLP SSSSHLRP!

Her lips teased against his girth, suckling firmly at the tip and teasing her tongue around the cockhole. “Watch the game, let me take care of this, just relax and enjoy.” Sherri gave a soothing murmur that was audible compared to the cheering and screaming crowd. Wolver breathed in and nodded to her request and let his body lean back. His hand rested atop of Sherri’s head and his eyes focused on the game, namely the Power Forward Ryan Smyth.

The plays were starting to get interesting, the puck was trading sides a little faster now as the tricks and tactics of each team were played out. This is where Ryan would shine, his naturally large and bulky size made him perfect for offense. Where other players would use superior skating and stick-handling, Ryan possessed something innate that made him fearless on the rink. That same tenacity made him a power house of stamina and energy.

Wolver felt his heart racing as he watched the game, that and the combination of Sherri slathering his cock with her tongue was driving his body insane. His legs tensed and his hips slightly pushed forwards, the puck was heading towards the goal, Ryan was near. Sherri’s tongue firmly dragging against his cocktip, lips pulling back and lowering her head to suckle firmly on his cum churning balls. His jaw dropped, Sherri’s fingertips firmly working his shaft while her tongue did a figure eight motion along his testicles. She pulled on his balls, suckling both of them between her lips and humming, the vibration of her tongue tapping against his sac made his body shiver and his fingertips clutch into her brown tresses. “Hhhhahhh Hahhh Hahhh Yahh..” He groaned, Ryan was skating back and forth, blocking the view of the goalie from the incoming play.

SHSLRP SLPRLPS SLP SLP SLP SLRPLSP SLSSHLRP!

Sherri pulled her lips free from his balls and dragged her tongue from the middle of his sack all the way up along his vein until she got to the tip of his cock. Her lips pushed down against his dick, slowly sinking it between her lips until the tip came to the back of her throat, her head bobbed on his shaft while her left hand began to tease at his sack. Her right hand disappeared, the salty musky taste was driving her crazy, her fingertips dipping between her pussy. Her single index finger slowly dragging back and forth between her slick blue pussy in a teasing motion as she lewdly bobbed on his dick.

Wolver was drooling off to the side of his jaw, he was in ecstasy at this very moment, watching Ryan skating to the left, right, left, Sherri’s head bobbing on his dick. Ryan got the puck, shoots, HE SCORES! Wolver’s eyes widened as a surge of endorphins raced through his body, both hands shoving Sherri’s head down against his dick as he felt his head toss back. His cock throbbed as a load of salty thick cum blasted from his tip and right down Sherri’s throat.

His hips twitched as he held Sherri’s face firmly against his crotch, one… two.. three.. four.. five! Hot thick ropes of cum shot out from his dick as the crowd cheered for the first goal from Ryan Smyth since his retirement! Wolver’s scratching groans of pleasure were drowned out by the crowd as he bucked his hips once more against Sherri’s squirming face. He would have loosened his grip but even as he came Sherri kept sucking, the intense pressure pulling another rope of cum from his cocktip until he finally collapsed back against the seat.

Sherri slowly pulled her face back from his girth her eyes staring up at him as he glanced down at her with a shy smile on his lips. Her eyes locked on his and when she was sure he was focused she paused for a brief moment.

GLP!

That entire load of cum disappeared down into Sherri’s tummy as she opened her mouth revealing her empty jaw, slowly licking her tongue along the top of her lips. “Tasty..” Sherri wiggled her brows at him and his head tossed back against the chair. She was going to give him a heart attack by being so goddamn kinky one day he just knew it.

Wolver was struggling to breathe after Sherri pulled herself from him, his cock still hard, drooling cum from the tip. Sherri seemed to always make his hobbies more exciting for some reason, he leaned back in his chair and opened his eyes to try and focus on the remainder of the exhibition match. But for him seeing Ryan score and getting a blowjob from Sherri at the same time was some sort of wish fulfillment he didn’t even know he had. “Sherri..” Wolver groaned as he shifted his shoulders only to realize that Sherri’s ass was right in front of his face.

“What the..?” He blinked a moment, his cheeks suddenly flushing a deep shade of red, Sherri’s glistening blue pussy drooling down her folds and along her thighs right in front of his face. She’d abandoned her jeans, wearing only her hoodie and high heels and slowly shifting her ass back and forth in front of his face. “Hrk.. Sherri..”

“What?” Sherri looked back at him, biting down on her lower lip trying to play innocent for a moment. “I heard that Hockey Fans bang against the glass. I thought it might be fun!”

“That’s not what it means and you know it.” Wolver was a little flustered but his cock was pulsing to life once more, his thick heavy balls filling up with cream. He tried to restrain himself but Sherri pushed her hips back, booping his nose with her pussy and then pushing forwards. A thin strand of juices connected his nose to her pussy and his eyes widened. That was new. His senses caught that delectable scent and he finally heaved a sigh as he gave in to his lust. “Fine.. but after you’re sitting still and watching the game!”

He had already proven to himself that he could enjoy Sherri’s teasing and focus on the game, in fact it was one of the most blissful things that had ever happened to him and this was just taking it to the next level. He pulled himself up, a second wind of energy renewed his body as he found his arms wrapping around her body. “So.. Let’s show him your tits.” Wolver growled hungrily against her ear as his palms peeled that sexy Ryan Smyth hoodie upwards revealing those thick bouncy globes of flesh.

He could see her tits slightly in the reflection of the mirror. His body leveraged over hers and pushed her forwards, her nipples driven against the chilled glass. Her body shuddered at the sudden temperature change which caused her legs to tense up. “Hhay! Coldddcold!” Sherri whined trying to pull back but Wolver kept her pinned and slowly edged the tip of his dick against her blue slit.

“Warm!” Wolver licked at his lips as his cocktip came into contact with that juicy pussy, slowly arching his hips back and forth. He slickened his hot cock back and forth her twitching slit. “You’re so wet..” He grunted lustily as he slowly pushed his cocktip inside of her body. Her tight snatch stretched as he began to forcefeed his thick veiny member inside of her, he could feel the ridges of her blue tunnel squeezing around his rod. “Mhhnnh..” He exhaled as he felt himself delve to her depths, his swollen fluffy balls pressed against her slit, juices dripping down her walls and spilling along his dick only to drip onto his heavy sac.

“Hahh.. Hhh.. Hohh.. Fughk..” Sherri panted as she let her cheek rest against the glass, her tongue hanging out from her lips as she looked back slightly. “Go.. Go.. I’m ready.. go!” Sherri gasped out, her fingertips starting to curl with her nails touching against the glass. Her body squirming as pleasure teased along her frame and Wolver’s hips began to move. Slowly pushing in and out, stroking her walls from the inside with his girthy cock.

Wolver started to buck his hips now, his thighs pounding forwards with his meaty dick pressing against the depths of her juicy pussy. Nectar spilled down his shaft with every thrust, even though it was cold from the rink he could feel himself breaking a sweat, droplets spilling down his brow as he fervently thrusted himself forwards. Sherri’s body ricocheted back and forth, her thick breasts smearing up and down against the glass as she drooled down her tongue.

SCHKTHP SSHLTHP THP THPTHP THAP THASCHSSTHAP THAP THAP SSSCHTHAP THAP THAP THAP

Sherri moaned out, the drool spilling from her maw against the glass and dripping down to her breasts and mixed with her fur and those puffy nipples of hers. The slippery sensation of her breasts pushing forwards just gave Wolver more leverage as he worked his hips inside of her, her claws started to scratch at the clear glass as she moaned out. “Hahh Yess fuck me.. harder.. yeah.. Just like that! More.. More!” She begged, her eyes shutting tightly as her pussy contracted around his pulsating shaft.

Wolver’s girth was swelling as he rut himself inside of her. His thick swollen balls clapping against her pussy, smacking against her snatch as he gripped his claws into her abdomen, she felt so good, so tight that it was like she was sucking him inside with every thrust. He knew he could stop and pull back, he could hold off just another few minutes, but he didn’t want to. He felt his tongue squished between his teeth as his ears folded back, his eyes drifting from the game and back down to Sherri’s luscious form. He was torn between his passions, something Sherri was suspiciously good at.

Sherri’s hands tapped against the glass, her fingertips clawing into it as he pressed himself inside of her, his cocktip pushing against her cervix with every powerful thrust of his hips. He could feel her warm blue pussy squeezing against his girth as she rocked her hips with his thrusts, her slick puffy blue nipples swollen against the glass as she panted for air. Her hot heaving breaths connected with the glass, fogging for a brief moment before dissipating and returning to the clear visage.

“Mhhff.. Give it.. Cum inside me..” Sherri moaned, licking at her lips as she curled her tail into itself, her right leg lifting as he rocked his body inside of her. “C’mon.. Cum in me.. We’ll name our pups after Ryan!” Sherri cooed to him, looking back with those bright brown eyes.

That statement made his body churn, she was begging for his cum, she wanted him to knock her up, and she wanted to name it after Ryan!? A sudden spur bolted across his body as he gripped into her skin, his teeth clenching as he felt his cock twitch against her cervix. He reared back and thrusted forwards, from tip to base his dick hilted inside of her. A slapshot of his dick as it collided firmly against her cervix. “AHhhYESSS!” Sherri cried out as Wolver unleashed himself inside of her. Cum spiraled from his cocktip, pouring directly into Sherri’s womb with his hot and heavy load.

Sherri’s little pawtoes twitched, her eyes rolling upwards as a blush came upon her cheeks, she could feel herself almost get lost in pleasure as he started to pour that heavy load of cum inside of her. She was actually surprised at how much he had saved up, even after she greedily swallowed a load a few minutes earlier! Her body tightened, her every nerve and muscle contracting as her orgasm started to rush through her frame.

The period had just buzzed, the match was over, Ryan’s team won with the single goal made by Ryan as the power forward. Both sides were circling the ring and it was at that very moment that he saw a particularly kinky dog girl with her shirt lifted and perky breasts pressed against the glass. He wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was real as he skated past. His eyes widening and jaw dropping at that very moment, she wasn’t just pressing her fluffy breasts against the glass, there was a bloke behind her!

Ryan turned his head to prevent from crashing into the rink but he had to see this one more time, the other players were rounding the lap once more so he was able to sneak in another glance. But the next time he came to that section of the ring the girl’s face was contorted in pleasure with the gentleman resting with his chest against her shoulders.

His stag ears perked when he heard the banging on the glass door. “Ryan! We’re naming our puppies after you!” The girl cried out, his cheeks reddening. He wasn’t sure what to say to that, but the male stuck inside of her seemed to be quite embarrassed by the girl’s outburst.

There was only one thing Ryan could say as he chuckled and turned back to face them. “That’s awesome! You guys are the best!” Ryan wasn’t sure why he did it. Maybe it was just male comradery or the fact she was wearing his number along with the guy thrusting inside of her, but he felt a compulsion that caused him to lift his gloved hand.

Wolver looked up just in time to see Ryan giving him a thumbs up, it was like all the validation in the world came surging into Wolver’s body at once. A goofy smile came upon his lips as he returned the gesture to his hero. The adrenaline seemed to overwhelm his senses as Wolver fell backwards from Sherri’s body and into the cushioned seat with a grunt.

His body suddenly accosted by a happy little canine plopping against him, thankfully the seat was large enough to fit both of them, his arms wrapped around Sherri’s body as he tried to mentally capture the moment and save it for the rest of his life. “See?” Sherri’s voice piped up as he looked down to her. “I told you this would make the game more fun.”

Wolver chuckled. She was right. There was nothing that could make this day better. …Unless the Oilers won tonight as well.