As you prepare to resign yourself to defeat and Ashby's appetite, your boys on the field make a surprising comeback in the third quarter. A hard-fought drive ekes out 7 points within the first five minutes, making it 17-24. You open your eyes wide in support of your team, cheering silently, not wanting the guests to think you ungracious and eat you. You chatter your teeth in excitement as they continue to rack up points, a surprise interception turning the tables and putting the score at 24-24. Looking over at the girls, they are in utter shock, never expecting this kind of upset in a game with a 14 point spread. Neck and neck into the fourth quarter, you begin to imagine Ashby bobbing on your cock after your triumph, humiliated and horny. It's a happy thought. Part of you feels guilty, though: If she wins, you go the way of most guys, if you win, she will never hear the end of it from her friends, her family, ever. Fucking a guy because you want to is one thing, but for a vore-capable girl to be forced to fuck a guy, clearly placing him in the dominant position, and not even eating him afterward...

"She'll never live it down..." you whisper to yourself, looking over at her.

Leaning over, you put your hand on hers. She's tense, and clearly agitated; the game is nearly over and your team is now up 30-24. Quietly, at first, then a little louder as you gain courage and clear your voice, you say to her...