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Any Given Thursday	By : Jayrich Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6525 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Any Given Thursday
- 2-Any Given Thursday II
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Any Given Thursday II

The day became even grimmer as more clouds arrived to block out the sun. The 2nd half had just begun, but already the Pilgrims were rattled by Heather’s actions to DJ. It was so bad he refused to stand behind Gwen, in fear of becoming too mesmerized by her backside to focus enough. So the brickhouse was moved over to Wide Receiver as…
“I’ll take over as Running Back!” Cody announced.
Needless to say, he drew many shocked looks from his teammates. “Dude, do you have a Death Wish?” Duncan asked.
“Don’t you think you should try another position?” Lindsay suggested. “I mean, you’re kinda cute, and I hate to see you get squashed again.”
“Don’t worry, I can do this.” Cody assured her. “I know Owen got the drop on me when I was blocking, but this time I’ll be too quick for him to touch!”
“I say let him do it.” Geoff chimed in. “Me and DJ can block for him, you just make sure you run.”
Gwen was conflicted about going with Cody’s suggestion, but being without a plan herself, she relented. “OK just…don’t try to be a superstar. Just run as fast as you can with the ball.”
[KSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH]
“Oh I’ll show her how fast I can be.” Cody said in his confessional. “They don’t call me Junior Heisman for nothing…actually, my mom calls me that, so…”
[KSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH]
At the line, Gwen prepared to take the snap from Lindsay as Cody stood ready behind her. It was the perfect view, the curvature of her hips held the attention of his eyes. He would love nothing more than to rush onto that, and have his hands feel every inch of her firm, round backside for hours on end. Unfortunately, he was snapped from his daydream by Gwen yelling…
“HIKE!!!”
She turned and almost slammed the ball into his gut, but he shrugged it off and followed the game plan. Geoff & DJ provided perfect shielding as he rushed down the field untouched. The smile on his face expressed cockiness as he entertained thoughts of showboating all the way to the endzone, just to impress his Goth crush even more. However, those thoughts left his head as he felt a shadow loom over him from behind. He turned around to see what it was, and immediately regretted that decision. Owen was airborne, and Cody was the landing pad.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
Surprisingly, the impact was harder than it was before, as Cody could feel his body making an indentation in the turf. Unfortunately, he also felt the ball pop out of his arm upon impact, and Heather was there to scoop it up.
“Fumble!” Chris announced. “Ball goes to the Indians!”
After nearly endless moments of complete darkness, Cody was able to witness daylight as Owen climbed off of him. “Dude, you don’t look so good.”
Owen was right, as Cody’s limbs were bent in ways not thought possible 5 seconds ago. His team huddled over him. “Cody, you OK?” Gwen asked.
“No, I want the record deal AND the movie contract.” Cody answered in a daze.
“I don’t think he’s gonna be able to play anymore.” Geoff noted.
“Ooh, sounds bad.” Chris said as he walked over. “Cause if he can’t go, that means it’s a forfeit and the Indians win.”
“He’s fine, shake it off dude!” Duncan reached down and picked up the still dazed teen as the team prepared to go on the defensive.

In the Indians huddle, Courtney created another play. “We need to play it safe and run the ball this time. Maybe we can…”
“Dude, we should just totally throw the ball.” Harold suggested. “On top of my Mad Kicking skills, I also have awesome hands. I can catch anything you throw at me.”
“Why don’t you pipe down dork, or you’ll catch a fist.” Heather warned.
“Wait, no!” Courtney interrupted. “Remember the Dodgeball challenge on the Island?”
“Yeah…” Justin said. “Owen threw full-strength at him and he still caught it.”
“Yep, that was one of my best throws.” Owen concurred.
“So it’s settled.” Courtney confirmed. “Harold, you get open, I’ll get the ball to you. We end this game, Now!”
That determination echoed throughout the entire team; all of them wanted that Thanksgiving Dinner for themselves. They lined up, ready to end the game on this play, and sit on the throne of victors.
“HIKE!!!”
Courtney took the snap, and Harold immediately booked a straight line down the field towards the endzone. Courtney dropped back, and just like she guessed, no one paid attention to the lanky teen, attributing his apparent lack of athletic ability. As he reached the endzone, Courtney noticed him wide open, and heaved a howitzer of a pass in his direction. Gwen noticed it as the ball left her hands.
“Oh no, the Dodgeball Game.” She concluded. “HAROLD’S OPEN! SOMEBODY STOP HIM!!!”
Unfortunately Geoff, DJ, Cody and Duncan were too far to make any play on the open Indian, as was Leshawna. It didn’t stop her from making a different kind of play, though.
“Hey Harold!” As the bespectacled teen glanced over to his former crush, he noticed her hands gripping the base of her blouse. A moment later, it was pulled up to her neck, and Harold bared witness to the largest breasts he had ever seen in person. They jiggled for several seconds after their release, and Harold’s eyes followed every bounce with exact precision. The display could only be summed up in one word by him.
“Boobies!”
Of course that meant he had no idea the football was rocketing towards his head. The force of the throw caused it to pop up into the air, after knocking Harold off his feet, before it finally landed in the arms of a lucky Cody.
“Interception!” Chris called. “Ball goes back to the Pilgrims!”
Cody was immediately swarmed by his teammates, and congratulated for his play. Harold, however, was the target of ridicule by Heather as he picked himself up. “Way to go, Spaz! What is wrong with you!?”
“Lay off!” Courtney told Heather. “They pulled the same trick you did to get the ball from DJ.”
“Huh, figures that Leshawna would have to copy off of me.” Heather said spitefully. “Now we gotta snap him out of it.”
“Oh that’s easy. Just watch…” Izzy said, before grabbing hold of Heather’s top and pulling it nearly over her head, flashing her breasts again. Surprisingly, it served to work as Harold was snapped out of his daze.
“WOULD YOU LET GO!?!?!” Heather shouted, outraged as she pulled her top back down.
“Wait, I think it worked.” Justin noticed.
“Harold, can you focus now?” Courtney asked.
“Yeah, no problem.” Harold responded. “By the way, yours were good Heather, but Leshawna’s were spectacular.”
Courtney’s team couldn’t help but giggle at that comment, which left Heather fuming as they were forced to go on the defensive.

The 2nd half seemed to trudge on forever, but the contestants continued to fight for the win. But it didn’t help matters that Chris’ patience was growing thin. “Hate to break this to you, Cast-mates…” He announced. “…but you only have a few minutes to score a TD before the game ends. And if it ends in a tie…the Producers will be getting the buffet!”
“OK, that’s it!” Duncan was livid over that information. “I saw we just bum rush those losers and run for the endzone!”
“How about we come up with something that isn’t so brutal & suicidal?” Gwen suggested. “DJ, think you’re up for catching the ball?”
DJ nodded his head, and the play was set. The Pilgrims stepped up to the line, and with a hike of the ball, Gwen took the snap. Almost immediately she spotted DJ open and lofted a beautiful spiral which he caught in mid-stride. It was practically a guaranteed score…
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”
Until Izzy, from almost out of nowhere, flew through the air and latched onto DJ’s back. She was followed by the entire Indians’ team, led by Owen, who dog-piled onto DJ to tackle him just 10 yards from paydirt.
Time was running out, and a decision needed to be made. “We don’t have much time left! We need a play!” Gwen urgently said.
“Well we can’t go back to Brickhouse…” Duncan replied. “Everyone knows it’ll go to him.”
It was at this moment Cody stepped forward. “Throw the ball to me, Gwen.”
“You can’t be serious!” Leshawna spoke up. “Haven’t you taken enough punishment?”
“I think those hits from Owen finally rattled your brain.” Duncan added.
“Now wait a minute!” All eyes turned to Lindsay as she spoke her mind. “Sure Cody was crushed…twice…and he ended up losing the ball which helped the other team score…” Cody didn’t feel that speech was very helpful as she continued. “But, I think he can do it! I mean, he did help save my life and Trent’s when we were sinking in quicksand, so…I say we give him one more shot! Cody! Cody! Cody!”
Lindsay’s chant spread to Bridgette, and then to DJ. “Hey, at least they would never expect him to get it!” Geoff added before joining in. “Cody! Cody! Cody!”
Reluctantly, even Leshawna joined in the chant. Duncan, however, just had some choice words for the red-headed teen. “Dude, you better not drop this for us!”
“OK, looks like it’s unanimous.” Gwen said, before turning to him. “Cody, we’re counting on you.”
Butterflies were swarming inside of his stomach, but he stood strong as he approached the line. This could very well be the last play of the game; success gives his team a feast of a Thanksgiving Dinner, along with Gwen’s admiration, while a loss means no one goes home happy, and he’s the goat. He gazed out over the defense; all eyes were on DJ, they were betting the farm he’d get the ball one way or another…and that gave him at least a slim advantage.
“Hike!”
Gwen took the snap, and Cody ran for dear life towards the endzone as the defense collapsed on DJ & Geoff. The Goth Girl saw her admirer open and flung it as hard as she could.
It jetted towards him like a missile as Cody put his hands up, bracing to catch it. Unfortunately, a shadow would loom over him again, like before. He didn’t need to look to figure out who it was, but he did anyway. Owen was right above him, and as the ball planted itself in Cody’s hands, the mammoth contestant began to descend, and only one word was uttered.
“Mother…”
The force of the crash caused the entire field to shake, as everyone was knocked from their feet, along with dust flying through the air. Even Chris & Chef on the sideline stumbled back. After a few moments the dust cleared, and as everyone rose to their feet they saw the lovable rotund champion of TDI stepping out of his self-made crater. They quickly rushed over to the crater and saw what remained of Cody as he was implanted in the turf…and holding the Football.
“That’s a Touchdown!” Chris announced. “Pilgrims win the Dinner!”
Gwen & the team began celebrating wildly. Geoff & Bridgette shared a passionate kiss while DJ, Duncan & Lindsay helped Cody off the ground. “Dude, you are hardcore for holding onto that thing with Owen landing on you!” Duncan complimented.
“You did it!” Lindsay cheered as she hugged him. “I knew you could do it!”
“Yep, you certainly did it, Cody.” Gwen said smiling.
“What do you have to say for yourself, hero?” DJ asked.
Still woozy from impact, Cody simply took two steps forward before answering. “I’m going to Disney World.” He said, before collapsing again.

The evening sky was now the darkest hue of blue, and the football field was as empty as the table that held the holiday buffet. The Pilgrims enjoyed the feast first, but after some divine intervention (courtesy of Courtney and her lawyers), the Indians got to enjoy a fitting Thanksgiving Dinner as well; Owen especially. The castmates were now in their respective trailers, either enjoying the Holiday by themselves or each other. The former, being done by the hero of the game, Cody.
Sitting silently on the bottom end of a bunk bed, he enjoyed a small plate of Turkey & Stuffing, eating it gingerly as he was still sore. His torso was bandaged tightly, thanks to on-the-spot medic Chef, but he decided to walk the rest of his injuries off, for fear of Chef making them worse. As he enjoyed his dinner though, he was greeted by an unexpected visitor…Gwen.
“So, how’s the hero of the game doing?” She asked.
Surprised, he dropped his fork back onto his plate. But he recovered in time to answer. “Oh, you know, the Code-Meister’s always good to go!” He showed her by grinning and flexing his right bicep, a maneuver that brought severe pain to him, though he tried his best to hide it.
“You know, you don’t always have to show off whenever I’m around.” She told him as she walked in and sat down beside him. “I just wanted to say thanks. You really came through for us today; we couldn’t have won it without you.”
Cody let out a nervous chuckle. “Hey, no problem. The Code-Meister’s always cool under pressure.”
A devious grin grew across Gwen’s face. “Mm-hmm. Speaking of pressure…” She nonchalantly pointed downward, and Cody followed her finger to the source of her attention, his raging erection. The hard-on was poking up through his jeans.
“Uh, heh-heh…Heh…” The embarrassment was written all over his face as he turned away. Surprisingly, Gwen wasn’t as offended as he thought she’d be. In the past she probably would have, since he persistently went after her even after being shot down multiple times. But he did help her hook up with Trent, even though it went sour. And he did impress her today, even risking bodily harm multiple times while doing it.
Besides, it was the Holidays, and she didn’t want to spend them completely alone. “Look, Cody…” She began as she placed her hand on his knee. “I’m just gonna get this out right now. You and me…we’re probably never, ever gonna be a couple. Ever.”
It was devastating for Cody to hear that, but he sucked it up. “I…I understand.”
“But…we can be Fuck Buddies for tonight.”
“It’s cool. You’re probably looking for someone who’s taller, or—!” He stopped cold as he realized what came from Gwen’s lips. “Did you just say Fu—MMMPPHHHH!!!”
Gwen’s lips silenced the rest of his sentence as they smothered his, a move ‘The Code-Meister’ was completely alright with. As his plate slipped out of his lap and onto the floor, the two leaned back onto the bed, still locked in a heated makeout. Her leg wrapped around his as he felt her tongue enter his mouth, making the bulge in his pants even bigger. His hands ventured under her top and fondled her breasts, an experience he never thought he’d realize until now. After several minutes though, the sensation became old to Gwen, and she pulled away from the kiss.
“Not that your hands don’t feel good, but you do know there are other parts of my body…” She told him.
“But…it’s the best part.” He replied with a sheepish grin.
She couldn’t help but grin back at him. “That’s perverted…but sweet.”

Meanwhile across the grounds behind the adjacent trailer, Harold sits quietly at a bench table, finishing up his corn-on-a-cob. He placed the husk back on his plate, just in time to see the object of his eye stroll by, Leshawna. “Hey, Harold.”
“Hey there…jezebel.” Harold coldly replied.
That comment stopped her dead in her tracks. “What did you just call me?”
“You used your boobies as Weapons of Mass Distractions.” Harold said as he rose from the table. “I would’ve had that ball had you not flashed me.”
“Hey, nobody told you to look!” Leshawna said in her defense. “Face it, you still wanna taste of Leshawna, but you know you can’t handle the ride!”
The two began to walk from the picnic area and towards the trailer. “Hey, I can handle the ferociousness of a wild liger, so I know I can tame that booty. I got Mad bedroom skills!”
“You got Mad Runnin’ Yo Mouth skills, I’ll give you that!” Leshawna countered as they reached the trailer. Reaching out, she opened the door and walked in, only to have her mouth drop to the floor at the sight of Geoff & Bridgette. Usually seeing them making out wouldn’t faze Leshawna, but the image of Bridgette’s jean shorts & panties around her knees as she prepares to mount her boyfriend was shocking to say the least.
“Oh MY God! Y’all just wild, ready to knock boots here!” Leshawna said, startling the two.
“Uh, Geoff? I thought you said you locked the trailer.” Bridgette uttered to her lover.
“Oh man, it must’ve been right turn to lock it.” Geoff responded.
“Sweet, foreplay.” Harold said. “I got Mad Skills in—!”
“OK, you know what!?” Leshawna interrupted angrily. “I’m getting sick and tired of all the boastin’ and the braggin’! You got Mad Skills? Then bring it! Show me whatcha got!”
After hearing Leshawna’s challenge, Harold simply adjusted his glasses, reached in his pocked, pulled out a breath-freshener and sprayed it twice into his mouth. He then placed it back into his pocket, before proceeding to tackle Leshawna onto a nearby bottom bunk. Before she could even speak, she felt Harold’s hand venture into her Capri pants and her thong, and locate her luscious snatch. His other hand lifted up her shirt and bra, allowing his mouth to go to work as he attached it to her chocolate-colored nipple. Before she knew it, she was moaning and biting her lip from his advances.
“Damn, boy!” You sure are some kind of freak!”
Glancing up, he removed his mouth from her nipple to respond. “Told you I had Mad Bedroom Skills.”
“OK, OK, I believe you!” Leshawna moaned. “Just don’t stop!”
And he didn’t, as his two fingers rubbed sensually against her pussy lips, giving her goosebumps as she trembled in delight. The four in the trailer would have more guests joining them though, as they heard a gasp of shock. Turning to the doorway, they saw Duncan & Courtney standing there, the latter wearing a shocked expression.
“What the hell are you guys doing!?” She said, outraged. “You’re acting like perverts. Like…like your hormones are on a rampage!”
“Lighten up, princess.” Duncan told her as she sat on a nearby bottom bunk. “Nothing wrong with a good orgy if you ask me.”
“Figures you’d enjoy this.” She replied. “But we’re in a competition here! What you guys are doing is deplorable! It’s downright—!”
“Could somebody please shut her up!?” Leshawna asked between moans.
“GLAG!!!” And Duncan answered the call, sticking his erect cock into Courtney’s mouth.
“I think that did it.” Bridgette commented.
“Thank you!” Leshawna said.
“Always wanted to do that, anyway.” Duncan said with a grin. Courtney wasn’t feeling so jovial, though. Her first instinct was to clamp down on it, making Duncan pay. But her love for his bad boy antics, and the feeling of having a cock in her mouth, outweighed that instinct, causing her to suck on his stiff member. She did give him a warning though, by grabbing onto his balls a little too tightly, causing him to wince.
“Ow! You know I like it when you play rough.” He quipped.
She let off a low groan and relented as she let her mouth go to work. She pulled back, leaving only the head of his hard shaft in her mouth, and ran circles around it with her tongue. She then ran her tongue up and down his shaft, gently jerking it with her right hand as she glanced back up at him.
“You know, your bad boy antics don’t work all the time.” She told him.
“True.” Duncan agreed. “But then, I am the one getting head, aren’t I?”
There was no getting through to him, and she wasn’t about to go on any further. Besides, she was too horny to try. Her hand slipped down into her Capri pants and underneath her lace panties to her wet vagina, which she quelled by rubbing her pussy lips with two fingers as her other set of lips worked Duncan’s manhood. With each push forward she engulfed more and more of his cock down her throat, until it almost disappeared into her mouth.
“Man, I knew you had a big mouth, but—!”
Before he could finish that witty remark, he felt his hips being pulled forward. Courtney had completely lost herself in the moment, her head bobbing back and forth as she worked her mouth with no relent. Duncan didn’t dispute the aggressiveness at all, as he even went along by putting both hands on her head and thrusting his hips. Her tongue was going wild and her mouth remained tight around his dick. He was about to blow his load at any moment, and Courtney had a feeling it, and he, were coming.
“Aw Damn, I’m gonna blow, baby!”
Unfortunately, as Courtney removed his cock from her mouth, he did. His jizz sprayed all over her face and even landed on her vest, which she didn’t appreciate at all from the expression on her face.
“You know actually, that look works for you.” Duncan sniped with a grin.
Instead of responded with a comeback, Courtney simply held out her hand, as to suggest Duncan help her up. As he grabbed it though, she used her weight to flip the Bad Boy onto the bed back first.
“OK, I had that coming.” He said. “But just for future reference, I’m the one on top.”
“Not this time.”
Tossing her Capri pants aside, Courtney climbed into bed with him, and straddled his face. “Since it is Thanksgiving, I think it’s time you give me your tongue work.”
Duncan just grinned back up at her. “I love a woman who takes charge.”
Across the room, Leshawna & Harold had just picked up steam, as the nerd with Mad Skills thrust his manhood between her mocha pussy lips deep inside her.
“AAAAHHHHH! YEAH, BABY!!!!” She moaned.
He didn’t stop though, as he worked up a steady stroke, clinging onto her thick thighs for leverage. Leshawna lounged back, her hands gripping the cheap mattress they were on tightly as he drilled into her over & over. She never knew Harold was this skilled in the bedroom, but she was glad she found out today. Her breasts almost rocked back & forth from his forceful strokes, while Harold’s glasses began to fog up. But the grin adorned on his face said it clearly; he wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. He wanted to ravage that pussy, and his cock was doing a great job of it.
“OHHHHH! That’s my SPOT!!!”
Leshawna quivered for a moment, and then wrapped her shapely legs around her lover in a surprising move that left him breathless…literally. It took a few moments before she recognized what she did. “Oh baby, I’m sorry! You just hit my g-spot, and I kinda lost control! You OK?”
Still grinning, Harold looked back down at her. “I’m balls deep in a bootylicious babe. I think I’m in heaven.”
“You really are some kind of Freak.” Leshawna said, flattered.
“Whoa, Nelly!”
And with those two words, the action in the room came to a complete stop. All 6 sets of eyes turned towards the doorway only to see arguably the most unstable contestant on the show standing there…Izzy.
“This is just like the time when I hid out at that Academy for the Mounties, and I walked in on an all-girl orgy!” She said, before removing her hip wrap to reveal a strap-on dildo underneath. “Ever since then, I’ve always been prepared!”
And with that, she closed the door to join in on the fun.

Back across the grounds, Gwen & Cody were having their own party, albeit more intimate. Gwen was mounted on top of the lucky nerd, who held onto her hips as she prepared to impale herself with his manhood. She sat there nude, gently stroking his cock to keep him hard, and playfully tease.
“You ready, Cody?” She asked. Excitedly, he nodded his head as she looked back at him. “I’ll take that as a ‘Yes’.”
Leaning forward, she raised her hips ever so slightly until her womanhood rubbed against the head of his thick member. She then held it still as she guided herself down onto it, taking in every inch until it was fully submersed inside of her.
“Oh god that feels good.” She cooed.
Cody couldn’t help but remain silent, but Gwen could tell he was enjoying it as he began to work his hips rapidly, catching her by surprise. “Wait, Cody. How ‘bout you let me get things started, OK?”
“Yeah, no problem!” He quickly answered.
His nervousness was shining through, but he still restrained himself enough to let Gwen take control. She began gyrating her hips slowly, working his manhood around inside of her as she grinded against him. She bit her bottom lip and began fondling her own breast, running the tip of her finger around the nipple much like Cody did earlier. It was so good for her to finally have this; being on show meant little alone time, even when the cameras weren’t on her. She adored this moment, so much so she reached up and grabbed the railing under the top bunk as she started bouncing up and down.
“AHH! Oh yeah!”
Cody went along and gripped her hips as he tried to match rhythm. Now the squeaks from the mattress were becoming audible. Gwen was beginning to work up a sweat, and her pussy was soaking wet. Cody could spot the droplets rolling down her back and onto her shapely backside. He became mesmerized by the way it would shake with every impact on the way down, just like he dreamed it would.
“This is so good…” He marveled.
She continued to ride his rod, her breasts and booty jiggling majestically all the while. “Oh Cody, I think I’m gonna cum soon!”
“Then how about we make it worth it?”
“Huh?” Suddenly, Gwen felt herself falling forward, almost landing face first in the mattress. Cody was now up on his knees behind her, and he began slamming his cock even deeper into her soaked snatch. Gwen’s first instinct was to ask what has gotten into him. But only moans of passion could leave her mouth.
“GOD, you’re so deep!” She told him. “Don’t stop, Fuck me Cody!”
Those were the words he longed to hear, and it kept up his drive. Leaning in, he increased his pumping pace, drilling her pussy without regard. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the trailer, along with Cody’s grunts and Gwen’s cries of pleasure. The lucky nerd couldn’t hold out for much longer though, as he felt a huge orgasm on the verge of arrival. He kept pumping her pussy though, and soon he had company with his orgasm.
“FUCK! I’m gonna cum, Cody!”
“M-Me…Me, too!”
And with a final forceful thrust, Cody let off a hot load deep into his gothic crush, filling up her inner walls. He even spray some of his load across her glistening ass cheeks as he slowly pulled out, before falling onto his back beside her. It was intense to say the least, a session that left them panting, but mostly silent; until Gwen spoke up.
“That…was awesome.”
Cody grinned. “You…said it.”
Slowly moving over to him, Gwen planted his lips on his, thankful that he gave her quite possibly the ride of her life. As they kissed though, both failed to notice a blinking red light positioned right outside their window. The light belonged to a handheld camcorder, one held by Chef, who just finished taping their entire time together along with Chris.
“This should get us some extra revenue on the ‘Too Hot for TV’ DVD circuit.” He commented, before turning to the main camera. “And YOU should join us next time to see if there’s any more holiday hanky-panky between our contestants….only on TOTAL! DRAMA! ACTION!!!!!”
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