All characters are over 18.

*Note: There have been several amazing mascot wam stories over the years, so while I tried to be original, I'd be lying if I didn't say I tried to capture the feelings I'd had reading those stories years ago. For this reason some aspects may sound familiar. It is unintentional, but many of those ideas are somewhat seared into my brain.^

Chad guided his car into the stadium of the University of Midland Downs for what may be his last time. The senior was only a few credits from graduation and was already entertaining job offers, but he felt a strange connection to this place. It was still several hours before kickoff, but he wasn't here to play. Chad had spent his first three years as the University's mascot, a cartoonish blue and white bear affectionately known as "Bucky" to the students. He was a master at pranking fans, a cake to the face here, a pied cheerleader there, amazing dances and flips. He was in his element. This season he had passed on the torch to his friend Millie, a mischievous petite pixie dream girl with messy shoulder length blonde hair and a permanent smirk. They'd known each other since high school, both taking turns as the mascot there. Millie was two years younger than Chad and he had encouraged her to apply to the school, then to audition for the role of Bucky. She was a natural, and Chad had worked with her on all his routines, pratfalls, pranks, and a few secrets that really brought Bucky to life for the fans. Now nearly completing her first season, in many ways she had surpassed him with her antics and charisma.

It was her text that brought him here. "Chad, I've rolled my ankle! Is there any way you could be Bucky today?" she'd asked. His heart sank, worried for his friend. He entered into the small office in the stadium that served as Bucky's dressing room to see Millie seated in a chair, an ice pack on her ankle and a concerned looking trainer fussing over her carefully taped foot, a pair of crutches leaning nearby.

"Thanks so much for coming Chad! I think today would be just a bit too much of a struggle with a hurt paw." Millie frowned.

"Happy to help out a friend. Are you ok?" Chad asked, genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine, it's not sprained. I just think it'll be more entertaining if I sit this one out." she smiled cheerfully. Chad gave her a hug. "Oh, we even dragged your old costume out of retirement." she said, motioning to the pile of blue and white fur on the chair in the corner. Each mascot was issued a new costume when the torch was passed to a new Bucky, the old costumes displayed in a glass case in a forgotten corner of the alumni office. Chad excitedly stripped, eliciting a giggle from Millie and the raven haired team trainer. Chad blushed. "Oh, my keys, should I leave them here?" Chad asked. "No, I'll keep them with me, I'll be watching the whole time." Millie answered brightly. Chad tossed her the keys and she slipped them into her handbag. Chad resumed pulling on the costume while Millie did her best to hop over to assist with the long zipper. Chad reflexively hopped and danced, the muscle memory was there. This was going to be fun!

Soon the crowds were piling in. Piedmont Institute of Engineering was across the state, but the rivalry between the schools was the stuff of legend. The Cougars were usually no match for the Bears, but that didn't keep both schools from taking the gloves off in their annual matchup. In the 80's the visiting team's locker room had been completely filled with shaving cream moments before halftime. In the 90's a crop duster had flown over the stadium's home section dousing their half of the bleachers with a mist of skunk spray. This had always been personal for Chad, Victoria, his high school sweetheart was the captain of the Cougar's cheerleading team. In high school Chad had only auditioned for mascot for a chance to spend time close to her. They'd drifted apart when they'd chosen to attend different schools, but the haughty glare she always gave him at those games told him there was still some emotion lingering.

In modern times the rivalry had settled down to a friendly bet between the mayors of the towns and a very curious tradition: The winning school was awarded the losing school's mascot for 24 hours. Generally this took the form of requiring the losing mascot to dress in the winning school's colors or spend the day in a dunk tank on campus, to the delight of the students and a welcome boost to the TV ratings for the local news.

The game began, and despite heavy rain Chad was on form, taunting the Cougar's mascot, running through the crowds, leading chants, and basically having the time of his life. On the field, the mud was taking its toll however, the score was close with both teams struggling to make anything happen on the scoreboard. The thick muck was slowing the running game, and the heavy rain was making the passing game risky. At halftime the Bears were down by three points.

Chad saw the cheer squad line up for the halftime show, their placement closer to the sidelines to avoid the muddy bog the center of the field had become. This was the last time he'd ever wear the costume. He knew what he had to do. Grabbing a referee's whistle, he trotted down in front of the squad and blew the whistle, gesturing theatrically to the cheerleaders to back up and make room. Surprised, they followed his lead and moved backwards towards the muck. He could see from their growing scowls they were noticing their shoes starting to sink into the mud. He backed them up a bit further, then turned to the announcer's booth and cued the music.

Beyond his wildest hopes, as the cheerleaders began their routine from left to right, his scheme worked perfectly, each dancer slipping in the mud and tumbling with a splat like a row of dominoes. The crowd roared with laughter. He scrambled to help each girl up, only to pretend to drop them back into the thick muck. Soon there were a dozen red faced, mud-splattered cheerleaders desperately writhing in the thick muck, their bare midriffs and long legs slicked with brown mud and their uniforms ruined. Mud splattered their perfect makeup. The crowd assumed it was all a bit. Only he and the cheerleaders knew it was unplanned. The cheerleaders were reduced to sticky brown blobs, trying and failing to maintain their balance and their composure. The music stopped as the slipping grew worse, the crowd was screaming in laughter as the squad finally made it to their feet. Thinking fast, Chad waived his arms to encourage the crowd to give a round of applause to the dancers. As the clapping began, Chad bowed and signaled to the cheerleaders to do the same. Not knowing what else to do, they also bowed, then picked their way gingerly out of the muck and off the field. Jessica shot Chad a look that shot daggers at him, and he suspected there'd be hell to pay later. Oh well, that's show business for you!

The mud hadn't helped anyone, but the game had been a nailbiter for sure, with no new points for either side. With a few seconds left and trailing by three, Chad's team was within field goal range with time for one play on the clock. They still had a chance to send the game into overtime. The kicker tried to connect, but the thick muck slowed his feet and the ball dropped short and to the left, no hope of a win. The clock ran out, along with an entire school's hope.

Beneath the mascot bear's costume head, Chad's face went white. He knew the tradition better than most. In his three seasons as mascot, his team had lost the game, and not by a little, but by three touchdowns. He'd dreaded the next day finding himself bound to a light post in the rival school's commons, doused with honey and coated with colorful feathers in their signature red and gold. Hours of cheerleaders smirking, passing out raw eggs to students, and the odd local politician or reporter taking the opportunity for a photo op. He wasn't completely innocent though, Chad had been present for the destruction of his rival twice after that.


As the final whistle blew, the visitors rushed the field, and as was tradition, set upon poor Chad, led by the Cougars' mascot, a feminine looking plush catsuit skipped playfully over to him carrying a collar and a leash. The visitors cheered as she clipped the collar around his neck and led him off the field, the crush of fans trailing behind. Chad felt himself carried by the crowd who scooped him, mascot costume and all, into the back of the rival team's bus. Chad rolled his eyes.

The mascot and the cheer squad had their own bus for the trek across the state. Selfies were taken with their quarry as the bus pulled away. After they began to settle in for the drive, he felt two hands lift his mascot costume's head from his shoulders. Facing him was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, Victoria, his ex-girlfriend and captain of the Cougar's cheer squad. "Hello Chad." Victoria purred. Her triumphant grin was unsettling. She didn't appear to be the least bit surprised. "Tomorrow you're going to be the star of our fundraiser, but tonight, you're all ours." she grinned ominously as her teammates giggled. The cheerleaders unzipped his mud caked mascot suit as he sat blushing in his t-shirt and boxers. It was going to be a long, but not entirely unpleasant drive for Chad.

At sunrise, Chad stirred and adjusted his eyes. The bus pulled into the quad of Piedmont Institute of Engineering, banners with the School Colors hung from light posts, Red and Gold. As the bus rolled to a stop the squad led him across the quad which was bustling with activity for a Sunday, as a small carnival was being set up. In the center was a stage with a tall red and gold carnival tent. Beneath the tent was a pillory. Chad gulped as he read the sign.


Pie-A-Bear Booth


The small college's Cheerleader's carnival fundraiser pie booth was a popular tradition every year. Frat bros, jealous students, professors bent on revenge, and of course a couple creepers forked over their cash for a chance to pie a cheerleader. This year was going to be different!

"Alright Romeo let's get you dressed for your performance!" Victoria grinned, directing Chad to a small door in a low brick building across the courtyard. Inside the classroom was warm. He asked where the restroom was and after a needed break and few minutes with the hot water, he'd made himself as presentable as he could given the circumstances. He stretched and re-entered the room. The cheerleaders were busy at work on a fluffy plush mascot suit, but something was a bit off. The colors weren't the royal blue and white Bucky usually sported, no, this was definitely a baby blue and white, and the proportions were all wrong. "We didn't want to ruin your mascot costume, so we had one made just for you!" Victoria grinned proudly. Chad blushed as he stepped into the baby blue fluffy monstrosity, but it was better than spending another three hours in his undies in public. It was thickly padded and the attached feet and paws were going to make it nearly impossible to grim anything. He noticed the mascot's head was attached like a hood, and instead of Bucky's familiar face, there as just a plush opening for his own for everyone to see. The costume was zipped up tight. Chad heard the click of a padlock on the zipper. a large babyish bib was tied around his costumed neck that hung down his plush baby blue chest, the word "Loser" embroidered in baby block letters. A gigantic, fluffy diaper was pulled between his legs and fastened into place. Finally an oversized baby blue satin bow was tied underneath his chin. "Oh you look adorable!" grinned Victoria as her squad giggled and cooed, snapping photos and video.

Chad was led back out to the square, onto the stage, and gently guided into the harsh looking medieval pillory. Cart after bakery cart of cream pies were wheeled onto the stage and a line quickly formed. Victoria disappeared, but soon reemerged wearing a very sexy ringleader's costume, its sequined red and gold matching the school colors. Fishnet stockings and stiletto heels completed her sexy new look. She hoisted a bullhorn, "Who'll pie this Bear loser?" she barked to the cheering crowd. The other cheerleaders quickly lined up while two of them positioned themselves at a table and chairs to collect the mountain of cash they were due to receive. One of the cheerleaders who had made extra sure his trip was comfy approached grinning wickedly, hoisting a massive sticky marshmallow cream pie. "Nice meeting you, Chad!" she purred, pecking him on the cheek tenderly before slamming the massive pie into his face with a twist. The long cloying marshmallow took forever to release the pie tin, and a trail of sticky marshmallow and drool plopped from his mouth as his assailant wiped his eyes with a wet towel.

The line seemed unending, some of the rival students getting very creative about where to deposit their pie. Around midday Victoria mercifully hosed him down with a seltzer bottle. After kindly offering him a long drink of water, her smirk returned and his target duties resumed. The endless queue of eager pie throwers slowed, but soon a familiar face appeared, a Cheshire cat grin sprawled across her pixie face. "Minnie! Why are you here?" Chad sputtered, stunned. "And where are your crutches?" Chad asked suspiciously. "


"I told you it wasn't sprained, and I also told you it'd be more entertaining if I sat this one out." Millie giggled, slapping a banana cream pie into my shocked face. "That was definitely true!" she grinned. Victoria stepped beside Millie and gave her a big hug, "Thanks for putting this together." she grinned. "We've been planning this a long time."

"Wait, you threw the entire football game score to get me here?" Chad asked, confused.

"No, silly! If your school had won, we'd be on your campus and you'd be wearing a ridiculous cougar costume." the cheerleader explained. Chad rolled his eyes.

Victoria lifted a pie and surreptitiously smashed it into Chad's diapered lap.

Chad moaned softly.

"I missed you, Chad!" she blew him a kiss and walked away, hips swaying.

A dumpster nearby was rapidly filling with discarded carnival food and a good portion of the still messy pie tins which the cheerleaders had been tossing away from time to time to keep the mess from piling up around the pillory. Soon the crowds had moved on, attracted to a free concert stage across campus like moths to a flame. Victoria reappeared, planting a very messy kiss on my lips. "Good work today, Chad. Good boy." she purred. My arousal exploded at her words. "Let him go, Girls!" she commanded her underlings.

As the girls unlocked the pillory and helped him to his feet, Chad could only stretch and rub his sore neck with his pie coated mitten. As the rival cheerleaders took their final humiliating selfies with him and gloated among each other, somewhere in his subconscious a single line from an ancient Beach Boys song rang in his ears, "Be true to your school." He knew what he had to do.

Pretending to stretch by touching his toes, his eyes targeted a discarded pie tin that still appears about half full, maybe from one of the few missed throws from earlier in the day. He smoothly snatched it in his furry mittens, pivoted as fast as he could, and twisted it into the face of the nearest cheerleader who emitted an adorable squeak. The other cheerleaders laughed, while the more experienced made a mad dash to get out of the line of fire, slipping on the pie covered tarp. Several tumbled into the muck in their efforts to escape. Chad was fast, already acquiring two more pies and selecting his next target, The first ducked, allowing the smelly whipped cream to splatter across the chest of her sexy teammate. She was NOT happy! Pounding her foot only caused her to slip however, and Chad took the chance to plop the remaining pie on top of the girl's blonde pony tail comically.

The element of surprise lost, the women writhing on the pie covered tarp quickly regrouped and with a nod, Chad felt himself quickly surrounded by six sets of hands wrestling him down onto the tarp. A trash bag was grabbed to bind his fluffy mittened hands behind his back. Holding one last ridiculously sloppy pie, the Cheer Captain twisted the pie roughly into his face. "Goodbye, Chad!" she whispered. Blinded by the pie and unable to clear the glop from his eyes, he was unable to notice the squad was already surrounding him. "Ready? One, two, THREE!" they called in unison. He felt himself being lifted and carried behind the booth. His heart leapt into his throat as he felt himself falling, then landing with a soggy squish into the hot, melted marshmallow, banana pudding, and now vile smelling whipped cream remains of the day's pies. Blinking to clear his vision, he saw he was bound with his hands behind him, another trash bag tied around his ankles and knees. From the smell of hot fair food and pies he knew he was in the dumpster, his already ruined costume soaking up discarded cotton candy, melted snow cones, and a mountain of leftovers from the pie booth.

The cheerleaders snapped more photos of him and continued their cleanup of the booth. Soon he was buried except for his face in the melted pie remnants and slop. He felt it ooze into the costume's fluffy diaper. He groaned as the lid was lowered and he heard the ominous click of a padlock. He was now alone with the mess.

After what felt like an eternity in the stinky dark he heard someone fussing with the lock, then heard a click, then the fairground lights lit up his very sticky face. A familiar smile peered into the dumpster. "Hiya! I'm here to take you home." Millie grinned like it was the most normal thing in the world to see me this way. "Oh yeah, I still have your car keys." She tossed them into the dumpster and they bounced off the back wall with a metal clank before disappearing into the trash. Chad rolled his eyes once more as the lid was lowered back down. The sound of a truck's backup alarm echoed through the dumpster as it began to shudder and shake, the contents once again leaping to life and covering the humiliated mascot in disgusting slop once again. The engine idle raised and Chad felt the dumpster hoisted onto the back of a truck. After a playful blast of the air horn the dumpster and the truck below it lurched down the road. Thankfully the movement and the slop had loosened his restraints and he could at least brace himself as the goop sloshed side to side with every turn.

Miles away, after an unceremonious clank the dumpster came to a rest. Chad warily lifted the lid like a nervous tank commander, then breathed a sigh of relief as he recognized his home university's stadium parking lot. After a long, messy, repulsive search, he felt his keys trapped in the corner of the bottom of the bin and retrieved them. He slumped out of the dumpster with the now very sticky key fob and dragged himself to his car, leaving a sticky trail of trash and marshmallow cream footprints behind. Half expecting it to be dead, Chad allowed himself a sigh of relief as he mashed the button on the key fob and the amber hazard lights flashed and the welcoming chirp signaled his car was unlocked. As he reached for the door handle he caught a glimpse of a dozen or so very feminine but very cross figures step into the light of the parking lot, hands on hips. His school's Cheer Squad.

"You humiliated us, Chad! Looks like we're going to have to teach you a lesson about letting down the squad." Jessica the Cheer Captain snarled through her pink glossy lips.