The college football game had been raging for two full quarters and the home team was a touchdown behind. It was clear from the look of the players that they were becoming disheartened, the opposing defense continuously shutting them down, drive after drive. In short, they needed some spirit, and that meant the win or loss could come down to the performance of the cheerleaders during the halftime show. If ever there was a time to pull off the eleven girl pyramid, it was now.

It was a tricky bit of gymnastics they had ahead of them. Ten of the girls would form the traditional “standing on each other’s shoulders” sort of pyramid, with four on the bottom row, tapering tier by tier down to one, but the icing on the cake was the addition of an eleventh girl, hoisted above the rest with a megaphone to stir the crowd to a frenzy.

As the first four girls took the field and did their cursory tumbles and flips to get the routine started one of the girls got an idea. She hiked her skirt up and hooked her panties, sliding them down and tossing them in her bag before smoothing the skirt back down. The crowd were on bleachers, and most of them wouldn’t be able to get a good look up her skirt to find her bare bottom and recently primped vagina on display, but the players would be treated to one heck of a show. That ought to put the fight back into them.

She and the other girls joined the first few members of the squad, worked their way through a routine, and began to clamber atop one another to form the tower. The crowd became increasingly energetic as the tower of girls grew taller and taller. Finally, there was only the last and lightest girl. She scaled the others, going from shoulder to shoulder, and precariously maneuvered in front of the top-most squadmate. She reached down, planted a hand on her inner thigh, and hoisted her up.

“Who’s got spirit?” she called out excitedly, glancing down at the team on the bench.

One player noticed, then got the attention of the others, each peering up at the show the cheerleader had put on (more or less) just for them.

“I can’t hear you!” she cried. “Gimmie a U!”

It turns out she put a bit too much force into the cry, because in doing so she shifted her leg. The exhilaration of her exhibitionism had made her a bit wet, and when she straightened her thigh, her squadmate’s hand slipped and—

*SHLUP*

Before she could react, the hand of the cheerleader holding her slid between her excited folds and, with a moist slurp, disappeared up to her elbow right inside.

“Hah!” she yelped, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed.

Gravity was a harsh mistress, and her descent didn’t end there. After a brief pause the unfortunate girl supporting her felt a warm wetness slide down over her ears and a silken pressure squeeze about her head. The hungry sex gobbled her up with little effort, squeezing her shoulders in and sliding slickly down her narrow midriff and onward to her legs.

 This is where things became even more preposterous. The next two girls had been supporting her with arms clutching her legs, and when the long, toned limbs of the top tier were swallowed up, so were their arms. The pair were pulled together, coated with the drizzling honey of the now quite speechless top girl, and slurped up.

There was no indication where the girls were going, the top girl’s tummy was still fit and trim, but her slit had already consumed the better part of three girls and was about to add three more. The speechlessness ended in a loud, ecstatic moan as the third tier popped inside and she began to slip down over the last four girls.

The audience and both teams were utterly silent, eyes agape at the spectacle before them. For the first time since the routine had begun, the ironclad discipline of the cheer team broke. A single girl from the bottom tier abandoned her position just before her fingers would have slipped into her friend. This gave her the closest view of all as she saw three full-grown girls squeeze down tight enough to fit inside a very wet but otherwise normal looking vagina.

Six struggling, wriggling feet slipped inside with a pop and the girl with the carnivorous flower landed in a split. She took a moment to catch her breath, and swiftly realized what had happened. The crowd didn’t seem to know what to make of it. In a moment of inspiration, she realized that the only way she might get away with it is if people thought it was all the planned routine. And for that to be the case, she would have to finish the job.

With a graceful darting motion, she leaned forward and snagged the last girl’s foot. A hard yank pulled the girl from her feet, and a firm shove popped the girls foot in her sex. She held tight with her inner muscles, leaned forward, and dragged the girl inside up to her thigh. Another quick bend and yank folded the other girl’s remaining leg up against her body and gobbled her up to just below her breasts. Finally, the hungry girl placed two hands on the hapless meals head and shoved her inside. The flailing hands and wriggling leg were drawn quickly inside, but in a last bid for freedom, the prey’s fingers closed around the hem of the skirt and pulled it inside as she was fully devoured.

The fabric of her one-piece costume strained for a moment, then finally tore and slurped up inside of her. She now sat before the sold out crowd in nothing but her bra. With a shrug, she climbed to her feet, unhooked the bra, and tucked one of the straps into her slit. After a moment, it slurped inside like a piece of spaghetti.

“Tada!” she proclaimed.

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and deafening shouts.

“I… hmmmph… I think we’ve got a new routine, girls,” she said to the moist, slithering mass of bodies she could feel tucked away inside her and teasing her gloriously. “I’ll see you all in the showers.”