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All in the crowd were in awe and roaring at the scene going on in the ring. There were people off of their seats begging for more of what was happening while some quietly pleasured themselves to the sight of the large polar bear being absolutely broken. The excitement was doubled by the fact that there were only two wrestlers left in the ring technically. Big Bierga was being pounded in both holes by the savage naga who still had her in a chokehold. The ursine wrestler's arms were limp at her side while her body was being used as a toy. Everyone in the crowd thought it was over except for the few people watching the fact that the other wrestler in the ring was regaining her senses and footing. Ihna had been dealt a blow hard enough to make her feel that she had been struck by a cinder block. Her vision was clear but she swore that she saw a few stars and her ears would not stop ringing. She shook her head as she tried to get her mind back together to ready herself for the fight ahead of her. Luckily, Hextor seemed to be taking his time with Bierga, making it so that she had plenty of time to recover. Ihna didn't want to sit down because she knew that she wouldn't be coming back up if she let herself. Instead, she leaned back against the turnbuckle while lifting her head up to the air as if in prayer. She'd need a few prayers if she was going to get out of this one without being absolutely destroyed. Ihna steadied her breath and kept her eyes shut. She listened to the combined sound of the crowd cheering and what was happening at the center of the ring. Wet and sticky slaps echoed out into the world letting her know that the abuse of her short time partner's body was still happening but instead of getting mad, she simply kept on breathing in and out until it was no longer labored. Slowly, she brought herself from the turnbuckle to stand fully. She opened her eyes to the sight of the naga playing with his fallen prey, his eyes focused on the crowd rather than her. Ihna could feel a second wind rushing through her form letting her know that it was her moment to shine right now. Her body was exposed through the tattered remains of her costume and she was sure that she might end up getting plowed by both of those serpentine cocks but there was no sense in waiting around for it to happen to her and no sense in just throwing in the towel when she had come this far. With a grunt, she started forward toward the serpent and toward her final opponent.

The cheering got louder as everyone saw Ihna charging for the last wrestler in the ring. Most had thought she was down for the count but her fans spurred on a sudden call that echoed throughout the entire arena as people took up to chanting her name. Hextor realized too late that Ihna was approaching and the small boar leaped up into the air and soared straight into the naga's cheek with a fist planted firmly against it. She followed through with the strike and landed on the ropes before bouncing up and over the falling naga.

Hextor had let go of the abused Bierga, her body falling to the ground with a force that sent the arena shaking. The naga himself reeled from the punch and had to cling onto the ropes but his collar did not show that he had been knocked out. Of course, it would take more than just one blow. Slowly, the naga slithered back up to a full position and he looked around as if searching for the fly that had landed on him before he rolled his shoulders and stared down at Ihna. He chuckled when he saw that she was on her feet and prepared for battle but again he ignored her as the villain reached down to grab Big Bierga by the neck and hoist her up into the air.

If that was supposed to be intimidating, then it sure as hell was working. Ihna found herself staring at the massive naga as he chucked the poor Bierga out of the ring. People rushed to her side to help her up onto a stretcher to be taken out of the arena while Ihna was left alone and suddenly feeling very cold. The chanting had stopped at that display of strength. It seemed that the intimidation was more for the crowd than it had been for her but still, the effects were clear on all. Ihna remained still, eyes watching him as carefully as she could while the crowd was entirely quiet.

Reaching over the ropes, the naga received a mic and brought it to his mouth, "I'm giving you a chance. That hit of yours was good enough to shake me off of that pathetic bear but if that is all that you got left in you then I'm telling you right now that you got no chance. Listen, I already nearly got my rocks off. I can go find Big Bierga and keep using her while the medics check her so I don't need you but if you really want to be my toy for the evening then go ahead and stay in the ring. Go ahead and resign yourself to getting knocked up." He then chuckled before pointing out to the crowd, "I mean, c'mon, they say I don't have any mercy so I'm giving you a chance of a lifetime! Give it up, get out of the ring and I won't break you. How does that sound?"

Ihna watched as he tossed the microphone and she caught it. She looked down at the thing before looking back up at the crowd. If that hit hadn't done anything to shake him then she was truly in danger but even then, giving up was unacceptable. With a breath, she called out, "I don't need your mercy. If you're going to use me like a sex toy then go ahead and try. I'm staying here to make sure I can get at least one chance to break you down and if I fail then so be it! I'd rather fail as a contender than hide away from you like a coward."

She returned the mic to him and he laughed, "Then let's get it started little missy but don't say I didn't warn you! Truth be told, I was hoping for a new hole to stretch with both of my cocks. Wonder if I can break you open all the way."

With that last chilling statement said, he returned the mic over the ropes to the ref before pumping his arms back and forth. When he was ready, he got into position and stared down at the little boar hybrid with no kindness left in that gaze. Ihna returned the stare, though, it was all she could do to keep the fright from her stiff legs. At the very least, the crowd was roaring again. The silence had been deafening and their cheering reminded her that there was a show to put on. She started to move in place again, lifting her legs up and then stepping back down while she breathed in. There was absolutely no way she could afford to be afraid of this creature. Even still, she felt apprehension gripping her even as the duo began to move.

Both wrestlers circled one another with their gazes locked and their bodies tensed. Hextor slithered around the ring with a small smirk planted on his serpentine face. He oozed a type of confidence that frustrated her to no end. She could see that his stance was relaxed and the more time went on the more she realized that he wasn't planning on attacking. The crowd began to cheer louder, begging for something to happen, begging for the tight cord of tension to be cut but she still remained in her stance waiting for the perfect opportunity. When she stopped, he stopped, when she continued, he continued. He was just waiting for her to do something, giving her the first step in the dance so she could fuck up and he could take advantage of it. Even knowing that it was a trap, Ihna could not continue on like this.

The frustration building inside of her fueled a paranoia that caused her body to tremble. People in the crowd who were cheering her name began to quiet down as they saw their champion shake like a pathetic leaf. No more! Ihna snorted and charged Hextor. The crowd roared as the board leaped up in the air and tried for another strike. Hextor circled around and attempted to latch onto her leg with his tail but she slipped away to bounce against the ropes and land on the opposite side from the naga. Again they were at a point where they were staring at one another and circling around the ring like dancers waiting for the right time to make a move.

She expected him to keep toying with her for a few more passes but she knew that it couldn't last forever, that he would need to make his move to actually participate in this fight. Even still, he watched her with such smugness that it fueled the petty and foolish flame inside of her telling her to face him head-on. With a grunt, she leaped up into the air again and tried to strike his gut this time but he dodged out of the way and gave her rear a swat on the way that caused her cheeks to turn red and her body to go faster into the ropes. Ihna nearly flew through the ropes but caught herself in time with an arm around the thick nylon. Gnashing her fangs together, she turned herself so the rope flung her off and into the serpent's back. It struck him hard enough to knock his dumbass face into the ground and send her bounding over him. She landed on the mat and had to roll to stop herself before she got up and turned with a bounce. Hextor was already getting up but the humor had been struck from him. He rolled his shoulders and hissed, Ihna grinning as she brought her hands up to pump them forward. It was time for the fight to truly begin.

The circling started again with Ihna rolling her shoulders and taking her stance. Hextor did not make any show that he was prepared for the fight but his tail lashed out suddenly with a speed that she had not been expecting. She jumped over the tail and had to tuck herself and in to get out of the way from a sudden backhand. Once she was on the ground she rolled to the side to get away from the tail's attempt to coil around her. Again they were set in the neutral, staring at one another while Ihna's chest rose up and down. She could feel her breaths growing labored again despite the fact that she had been given enough respite to catch it before. There was nothing she could do about that except keep eating through whatever discomfort rolled through her in an attempt to beat this snake.

Everyone in the crowd was on their feet now yelling for more. It was exactly the type of finale that sold more seats. Hextor and Ihna could end it right now but they chose to continue the game, dancing around one another striking and dodging. Hextor's movements were violent and quick, nearly taking her head off and Ihna used her momentum in attempts to counter him but she couldn't get the speed in order to do it. The naga had relaxed into a rhythm again and the smile had returned to his face. Bounding from side to side and place to place, Ihna could not hope to catch him but the speed of her counter attacks was accelerating with every bounce she did. The small boar did not even attempt to land from her constant barrage of attacks, instead, she bounced from rope to rope while the serpent kept on swatting at her. Irritation registered on the serpent's expression as even with his quickest blow he was not able to catch Ihna. Soon, he was struggling to avoid her blows, ducking, and weaving and shifting his entire body to dodge the bouncing wrestler.

Finally, Hextor was struck along the cheek and he was sent spinning. He caught himself against the turnbuckle before swinging his arm at the air a moment too late and getting hit again in the chin. This time, it was his turn to see stars as Ihna continued to bounce around the ring. The naga hissed and looked around at the blurs being left behind by the bitch pig, wondering where she was going to land, wondering how she was going to hit him this time. Eventually, he settled for a wide stance to try and catch her when she approached next. He expected her to go for his exposed gut since she hadn't tried that just yet but as she came in, the entire arena saw that he had been wrong.

Ihna flew in and her arm collided with his neck causing the air from his throat to come out as a nasty cough that caused the people in the crowd to wince with empathy despite the fact that most were still cheering. The boar hybrid came crashing down with his neck in her arm and his head hitting the back of the mat. He tried to get up immediately but Ihna moved her body to cradle around his head and neck. Her strong legs were wrapped around his throat to squeezed tight while her hands held onto his head to keep him from moving too much. Both of his hands came up to try and grab her but she displayed her strength by refusing to be budged while her legs tightened further and further. With the crowd cheering so violently, it must have meant that she was doing something right.

In truth, Ihna could feel her body burning from the amount of energy she had used to even get to this position. Her entire form was screaming for release but she would only get that respite when she choked this dumbass snake. Ihna kept on squeezing while ignoring the hands on her body trying to get her off. There was nothing in this world that could pry her away from this task at this very moment. It was at that point that she realized she was going to win! This was the final battle of the match, the final struggle until she could hold aloft that belt and tell the world that she had championed every single wrestler in the ring and done so from the bottom. The cheers of her fans reflected that as they saw their champion going up against the odds and taking them for a ride.

Her body continued to yell at her to stop but she held that pain and pushed it down while keeping her legs tightly wound around the snake's neck. He hissed and seethed, body thrashing, tossing and turning in an attempt to get her off but she just would not allow it. Ihna closed her eyes as she focused on doing nothing but choking him out at this very moment. There was nothing else to think about, nothing else to focus on or care about. So long as she could choke him out, she would be the victor. Her body was thrashed against the mat and she even found herself high up in the air as he had managed to stand before suddenly he thrashed back into the turnbuckle. Pain rolled through her form as she kept her hold tight on his neck while being struck against the corner of the ring again and again until she nearly felt her hold slip. Every single slam of her body against the turnbuckle was another chance that she would let go but as she heard the cries of her fans, she tightened her grip and affirmed that she was going nowhere!

Hextor cursed and seethed but finally, he was the one to slow down. The slamming slowed down and Ihna opened an eye realizing that the new source of pain was fading away. When she looked at the naga, she saw that he was fading back against the ground again, his hands that had been attempting to pry her off slowly falling to his sides. She could feel the burn of the collar on his neck changing collars prepared to let the world know that he had lost and she doubled her efforts on clinging to him. Everyone in the crowd had gone silent, eyes wide and bodies leaned over while Ihna held on tighter and tighter. Just when everyone thought that she was going to win, Hextor's tail slithered from behind and came up all the way in one last attempt to free himself. The tail lashed out and Ihna was too focused on her task to even notice that it was coming.

It struck her in the back of the head and it felt worse than when she had been hit when he first came in the ring. Her mind was rattled, her world was covered in stars and her body ignored her commands. Her arms and legs were unwrapping from his body without her permission, her eyes looking up at the lights of the arena and wondering when she'd get that belt for her triumph. When her back hit the mat the entire world cried out in outrage and shock. Her collar was not blaring red so she was still there but Ihna was too dazed to do anything.

There was something that she needed to do but at the moment, she genuinely could not think of what that was. The sun was in her eyes and burning so bright that she needed to look away. Along with the ringing at the back of her head, she really thought that today was a terrible day. Realization struck her as she recognized that the sun above her were lights. She had her back to the mat of a wrestling ring and was in the middle of a match with Hextor! With a grunt, the tiny champion tried to bring herself up from the mat only to fall back and huff out to the air. She could hear the crowd crying out now for her to get up but she could do nothing but lie there with her arms and legs outstretched. The blow had knocked her senseless for one moment and robbed her of the last wind that she had within her. A part of her wondered if she could wiggle out of the ring if she could spare herself what she knew was going to happen but her pride would not allow her to do it.

Finally, Hextor appeared over her with a chuckle. He took her by the ankle and lifted her up in the air like a prized fish being showed off after a successful trip. The naga reached over the ropes and received a mic before he brought it up to his mouth and called out, "This is the people's champion huh? This is the best you have?! I have to admit, she made it good despite the fact that she came on down from the start and never gave up but does that matter? No! Would it have mattered if she were the last one and I was the first? No! Why? Because I'm the best there ever was! I'm the greatest champion none of you idiots want and this little bitch is going to suffer! Oh yeah she is!" The crowd responded with mixed yells of excitement, terror, and irritation before Hextor continued on, "As you can see, she's not knocked out just yet! Her collar is still showing that I need to end her." He then hung her over the ropes while speaking, "I could just drop here right now and let the medics take care of her but why the hell would I do that? There is a need to punish this little upstart for getting in my face and telling me that she is going to beat me down!"

Ihna started to squirm in his hold but soon stopped as she was dragged back into the ring and thrown to the center. The microphone was handed back to someone over the ropes as Hextor started to slither over to the fallen champion. She tried her hardest to push herself up but against could do nothing while he grabbed her and pulled her up into the air again. One of his hands focused on holding her up and the other gripped her ankle to tug it apart and reveal her cunt to the world. There were a few tatters of her costume still on her body and Hextor tore them off with one movement of his claws. Ihna was left fully nude and bare to the entire world, her body shuddering while she felt herself being lowered.

The tip of the creature's cock touched her cunt but he did not stop there, he took the second cock in his pair and drove it against her cunt, pushing and prodding until her eyes grew wide as she felt her insides spread apart. Both of those thick heads popped inside and again she tried to squirm but could do nothing. Hextor moved to grab both of her wrists and hold them up just as he started to lower her onto his cocks. Heat burned through her mind while she tried to gather some amount of strength to make a last-ditch effort but all she could do was whine in defeat as her body was dragged lower and lower. Her insides were forcibly stretched apart and her mind was close to blanking out entirely. There should have been more pain but her body had been moving all evening and she could barely feel it above the lasting adrenaline that was still pumping through her form telling her that there was a fight to be won.

Hextor took his time with her, grinning as he let her fall lower and lower onto his hemipenis until finally, he let her take a break. It was the halfway point and she was glad to be able to simply hang there while nothing was happening except for the mild discomfort of two cocks stretching her apart. It wasn't until he started yanking her down with his other hand that she realized that he was not giving her any mercy. No, he simply could not get all the way inside of her because of his size. Frustration colored his grunts and hisses as he pulled and pulled on her body to try and get more of his cocks inside of her. He kept on going until she started to stretch again while her toes curled and her cries turned to moans.

Again the naga paused but this time because he had heard her sounds of pleasure. There was nothing stopping him from pounding in all the way but still he paused to lean in close and chuckle, "What was that? You enjoying this already? C'mon Ihna you can't be breaking already, right?"

Ihna huffed, "Fuck off."

Hextor laughed before reaching over the ropes again with one arm to get a mic. Why he wanted it this time she wasn't sure but her eyes grew wide as he turned toward the crowd with her bare body on display and his cocks twitching inside of her. He brought the mic up to her mouth just as he slammed further inside of her causing her to groan aloud, the crowd catching an earful of that along with a curse that she saved for him.

The naga chuckled and leaned in to lick her neck as she was lowered further and further, "C'mon Ihna...The crowd loves you, give them what they want. Let them see you fall."

The boar snorted and tightened her insides firmly causing the snake to grunt while she finally found her way to fight back, "Sure...Let's see if you're the one to get off first or if I am. I'm not going to give up so easily Hextor so you might as well break me if you're going to even try."

"With pleasure." Hextor hissed.

The hiss sent a shiver up her spine and she froze while she felt fangs press against her neck. Those sharp points dug beneath the fur and pressed against her skin but did not penetrate just yet while he lowered her further and further. Ihna struggled to tighten her insides and moved her body just enough to work his cock inside of her. She wanted to get him to cum first, wanted to try and defeat him in any way possible but soon enough, she felt his cocks pressing against her cervix, no longer able to break on through and in this she thought that she had gained at least some sort of victory.

Before she could even say a word, her voice turned to a loud squeal as her neck was bitten and her whole world turned to cold and heat all at once. A chilling lance ran down her body while her ears and eyes drooped and her entire form relaxed. She could still feel everything happening but she could not move, could not even say a thing. All she could do was drool and allow the naga to do whatever he wanted. From the venom coursing through her form, Ihna's cunt seemed to stretch apart just a bit more and with one solid push, he forced every single inch of his hemipenis inside of her, cervix opening for him giving the naga access to her womb while she squealed aloud and groaned the fact that her orgasm was striking against her weakened form. Hextor laughed while she came, laughed as the entire world could see the red on her color flashing her defeat and shame. The crowd had grown silent but hands and paws were placed beneath clothes and a few people in the crowd were getting ready to enjoy themselves with partners here and there. There was no signal from the ref to stop the fight, to stop what was happening and Ihna's body was left to be used as a toy.

Hextor leaned in and planted his mouth against her ear, tongue coming out as he hissed, "And now you're going to be mine for the night. Now I'm going to fill you up until you're begging for more. Hope you like having my kids."

Those thick twin cocks bulge and twitched inside of her womb, stretching her apart ambiently while he kept her held in place with the mic up to her lips to capture her desperate and pathetic whimpering and moaning. Anyone in the crowd that had been hoping for a from behind victory was sorely disappointed and forced to watch as Hextor began to use his new toy. Up and down he dragged her body as if she were genuinely a sex sleeve. Faster and faster his hand pumped while he leaned forward and let his own pleasure sound out to the mic. He groaned and hissed, snarling to the air to show his bestial nature while he drank in all the attention.

Ihna was only vaguely aware of what was happening. The venom had relaxed her, had made her vulnerable to the exhaustion already burning through her mind and form. What little moments of recollection she had were bursts of pleasure that lanced from within. She tried her hardest to ignore it, to wrest control of her mind again but her efforts were all worthless. All the pleasure gathering inside of her, all of that venomous heat broke away any humiliation she was feeling at being used as a sex toy in front of thousands of people. The faster her body was used, the more she could feel. Small pinpricks of heat and pleasure began to sprout into mixtures of pain and ecstasy that she could feel rolling throughout her entire form. Eventually, the naga stopped using her, stopped moving at all and curiosity rolled through her foggy mind.

Just when she was about to try and turn her head to see what was happening, a gush of warmth began to flood her insides. Ihna's eyes grew wide, her toes curled as her cunt was filled to the brim with potent seed. She trembled as her abdomen began to take on a rounded shape as if she were already pregnant with the cum seeping into her womb and using it as a condom. Both of her paws reached down to grab her fattening gut as she groaned out and felt darkness taking her. Ihna was at her limit and there was nothing more she could do to stay awake.

Her body was yanked off of those twin cocks and held up in the air for the crowd to cheer for the small champion. They cheered for her defeat and roared in dismay and morbid interest as she was tossed from the ring. The ref caught her along with the mic and announced that everything was over but Ihna couldn't hear a single word. That idiot had taken it too hard on her, made it too difficult for her to handle all of this. She had genuinely broken and could barely register that people were touching her.

While her body was being carried away, the vulpine ref got up into the ring and took the naga's wrist and held his arm up in the air while calling out, "Winner of the battle royale! Hextor the malignant naga! This was the last battle of the evening and what a fight it was!" He then took one step away from the naga to bring the mic up to him and ask, "How do you feel after winning a fight against two people teaming up on you like that?"

Hextor snorted and took hold of the mic, snatching it away before calling, "How did I feel? Like I was going to ruin two flies! If it wasn't for that little runt Ihna, I would have broken that fat bear. Look at what happened to her, look at what happens to anyone who challenges me! I don't care if I knock them out or make them cum, I'll use them as a toy because all I'm here to do is get off and prove that I'm the best!"

The people in the crowd began to boo and the vulpine referee attempted to grab the mic only for Hextor to lean over the ropes and grab one of his cocks with the other hand, "You want some of this?! I bet some of you perverts do! I bet some of you little sluts in the crowd staring at that little bitch boar getting broken would love to get broken yourself! C'mon, sign up with us! Give me some new blood to break in! Maybe you'll actually give me a challenge or maybe you'll just help me get off! Either do that or shut up!"

While Hextor continued to egg on the crowd. Ihna's eyes finally opened to more darkness. She grunted and tried to sit up only to realize that her entire body was sore as hell. It was a good and bad thing at the same time. Being able to feel everything meant that the venom was done in her system and that her body could start to recover but at the same time, she was feeling everything. She knew that tonight was going to suck, especially when they said she'd be able to take the rest of the week off and absolutely when they had said she was going to need the weekend off too. What she hadn't expected was Hextor to absolutely ruin her. Ihna supposed it was fine so long as the crowd got what they wanted.

With her eyes adjusting to the dark, she saw that she was stuck in the locker room with her back on a cool bench. Sighing, she moved just enough to get her fat rump sitting up with her legs hanging off of the edge. Taking a shower would be nice if she could actually manage to stand without crumbling. While her thoughts were focused on weighing whether it was worth falling down or not, the door opened and she turned her head to see the rather imposing figure of Hextor coming in with a scowl. Hextor slithered on in with his eyes focused on her and he approached her with his arms crossed.

When he was just a few inches away, he leaned down and brought his arms around her body and muttered, "Sorry about treating you so rough Ihna..."

Ihna winced at the touch but returned the embrace with a chuckle, "Nah, you're fine Hex. I'm durable and y'know I like it rough. Anyway, if you're really worried about me then you can help me get home."

Hextor gave her cheek gentle kisses while he rumbled, "Sure, I can do that and maybe we can have a little bit more fun."

The boar felt her cheeks flush with color but she sighed, "Tempting but I don't know if I can even stand up let alone handle being plowed again."

"You don't have to move to be fucked." Said the naga with a chuckle.

Ihna giggled and shook her head, "I guess you're right! Here I thought you wanted to be sweet but your fat horny dicks love roughing up cute ladies just as much as I love being roughed up."

Hextor grinned, "I admit that I have deviant tastes...But I think the better part of the evening would be just making sure you're safe and sound. I really hammed it up tonight so I guess I'm gonna have to spend just as much time pampering you."

She sighed while thinking of a warm bath and someone strong to help her out around the apartment even if it was just for one night, "Okay but what if I offered you the night over my place in exchange for taking care of me tomorrow and the next night too."

Hextor laughed, "Okay, sounds like a fair enough deal so long as you don't mind me having a bit of fun occasionally."

While their accord was struck, the door to the locker room cracked open and Fathira stepped through, "Hey! Not to interrupt a moment or whatever, but we got an afterparty to go to if you'd two be up for it. Free food and fucking. The usual kinds of fun! I know Hex would easily be able to come but Ihna, you took a beating. Can you even stand girl?"

Ihna blinked. Fucking and free food? With a grunt, she slipped off of the bench and flexed, "I'm in absolute pain but I can move and fucking sounds fun enough to bite through it!"

Hextor muttered, "Ihna, should you really be going?"

The boar looked up at the large naga and shrugged, "Nope! But I'll have a chaperone in the form of you and most of the people at the party I can trust. Besides, I'd like to see Hunter again to thank him. Think he could have just kicked me clear out of the arena and continued on by himself but he helped me and got ass fucked for it."

Fathira grinned, "Great! I'll see you two outside in a bit!"

With that, Fathira left both Hextor and Ihna alone in the locker room to get showered and ready for the after party. Ihna was absolutely going to hate herself in the morning but at least it would be fun.