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The arena was alight.

Thousand of fans had gathered to witness the latest show from the world's biggest interspecies wrestling federation, the joint wrestling union. The stage was set, the stands were packed, and the first competitor had already made his way to the ring. Big Redd.

Redd was a light orange dog, with arms like tank cannons, pecs like boulders and a thick, bestial cock. He dwarfed any of the human fighters in the organization, standing at nearly seven and a half foot tall. He was not lanky; he had the muscle mass to back it up. He flexed, his veins popping out against his fur - desperately trying to pump enough blood to his hyper masculine body. The crowd barraged him with jeers and boos. He didn't even see much love from the anthro fans in attendance.

The main commentator, Alan Steele, spoke through his microphone. "It looks like Redd's feeling confident tonight."

"When is he not?" The colour commentator, Marcus Johnson responded, "None of the human competitors have been able to beat him yet!"

"He's enjoying himself Marcus. Especially with tonight stipulation! Let's see who it ends up motivating to the win."

"Well, I'm out here rooting for all of my human brothers and sisters. I hope Matt Tavish puts this guy in his place!"

"And his opponent, from Liverpool, England! Matt Tavish!"

The music changed to a fast-paced drum and beat song, a spray of sprinklers and fireworks announcing the arrival of the challenger. Matt Tavish jumped from gorilla and hopped from one foot to the other. He wore a simple pair of black trunks and padded shin guards.

"Matt Tavish has had one hell of a debut year. But I'm starting to think that Big Redd is here to spoil the party."

"The size difference tells the story! Redd is over three-fifty pounds! Tavish is only two-ten."

"He's going to have to use his submission skills here if he wants to beat this powerhouse."

"Too right Alan."

He climbed between the ropes with significantly less difficulty than Redd had and lined up across from him. The referee entered the ring, "Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a match scheduled for one fall."

The crowd chanted along, "One fall!"

"And it is a loser gets collared match! Each participant has their own stipulation. If Matt Tavish loses, he will become Redd's personal property." Redd smiled, his long tongue wetting his lips and maw. "If Tavish wins, he will receive a title shot against Buster Brown! And Redd will become his bodyguard."

The crowd became increasingly rowdy as the pomp and circumstance built. The microphone was handed away to an assistant at ringside and the two men were brought into the centre of the ring. He explained the rules to both participants and then pushed them back to their respective corners. It was time. He held his arm in the air and the bell was rung three times. The crowd exploded.

Redd didn't move. He grinned smugly from his corner as Tavish sized him up. And there was a lot to size up. He wasn't called Big Redd for no reason. He was the second largest man in the company, and almost certainly the strongest.

"Redd just oozing with confidence here."

"Judging by that bulge in his trunks, he's oozing something else too!"

True to Marcus' words, Redd had already started to salivate at the idea of making Tavish into his personal bitch. Top and bottom. A small patch of cum had already started to stain the front of his trunks.

Tavish moved in and the pair locked up. But the size difference was no overwhelming that Redd merely pushed him back with a well-placed paw on his chest. He rolled over and quickly got back to his feet.

"Not an advisable strategy there Alan."

"No, not at all."

Tavish launched a dropkick, hitting Redd in the chest. He fell to the ground but couldn't react when Redd simply grabbed him and hoisted him over his shoulder. "That dropkick did nothing Marcus, and now he's in serious trouble!"

"This match might be over before we know it Alan."

Redd rumbled the audiences bones with a powerslam, for Matt it felt like a shotgun blast. Redd lazily covered him with a forearm, but Tavish managed to kick out. "He's not even trying Alan."

"Overconfidence is a slow killer Marcus."

Redd ragged Tavish to his feet by his hair and chopped him. Matt couldn't withstand the impact and fell to the mat again. Redd could not hide his joy. The scent of a weak human male, his cock strained against his tightly packed undies.

"He's going to be raw tomorrow."

"In more ways than one! Redd is smuggling some sausage over there."

"As a reminder to all our viewers at home, this broadcast is not approved for children!"

Tavish couldn't escape from the smell of wet dog. Redd had sweat a bucket already - the sheer size of his body allowing him to saturate the air with masculine musk. The sour smell of dog cum wasn't helping matters. Redd pulled Tavish to his feet and pushed him against the ropes, his chest squashing against his face. Tavish tried in vein to escape, he spat as some of Redd's hair slipped between his lips. Redd grinned, pushing his arms together and increasing the pressure on his body.

Suddenly Redd howled and back away. The crowd roared as suddenly the shoe was put onto the other foot, "What was that Alan?"

"I-It looks like he hit him with a low blow, but the ref didn't see it!" He grabbed Redd's muzzle and spring boarded over the ropes, instead of landing on the apron though, he continued to fall and slingshot the top rope into his face. Redd tumbled backwards onto his back.

"Oh, Tavish hangs him up on the ropes!"

"The crowd is loving it, let's just hope that they aren't getting excited too soon."

Tavish had learnt his lesson about strikes and grappling. He needed to use every dirty trick in the book to get the edge. He scrambled up to the top turnbuckle and leapt into the middle of the ring, both of his feet landing on Redd's chest. "That's gotta' hurt! Double stomp from Tavish!"

"It'd hurt if he weighed anything! this is Big Redd we're talking about!" Redd struck like a viper; it was almost like he didn't feel it at all. He snatched Tavish's legs from underneath him and wrapped him in a chokehold.

"Chokehold, chokehold! I think this one might be over!"

Tavish could feel his strength leaving him, Redd's powerful legs wrapped around him and pulled him onto his back. He could feel Redd's cock pushing against the small of his back. His eyes watered as his breath left him and the powerful arena lights bore into his retina. But then, the pressure was gone.

"What's this? Redd's letting him go!"

"I don't like it Alan, just finish the guy already!"

The crowd booed as Redd took another victory lap, flexing and rubbing his bulge occasionally. He motioned to the timekeeper, who handed him a microphone. Tavish tried to crawl away but couldn't get beyond the ropes before Redd placed one of his huge paws on his back. "I want all of you humies to have a good long look. I am the apex predator! A little twig like this can't beat me."

"The crowd is not happy."

"They came here to see a fight, not a lecture!" Tavish scrambled to find leverage under his weight, attempting to free himself.

"You know what I'm going to do to you Tavish. I'm going to breed you in front of all these fine folks, and then I'm going to turn you into my bitch."

The microphone was cast aside. Redd grabbed Tavish by the neck and pulled him into a face to face bear hug. Tavish cried out in pain as the incredible power of Redd's inhuman body was pushed against him. He thrashed and kicked but was unable to gain leverage over the tall canine. The scent of sweat filled his nose again, and he found himself growing increasingly aroused by it.

"Here it comes Alan!" Redd tossed Tavish across the ring like a ragdoll, his body unable to regain control before he hit the mat. "Tossing him like a sack of bricks, this match is over!" Redd pressed down on his chest with a paw and flexed for the crowd again.

"One, two, three! Ring the bell!"

"The crowd is furious Marcus; we might need the riot police out here!"

"Forget that, call the national guard! This guy isn't even done yet!"

Redd dragged Tavish's unconscious body to the ropes and set to work trapping his prey. He wrapped the ropes around his arms, keeping him upright even when there was no strength left in his legs. He hung from the top rope like a scarecrow, unable to free his arms from their grip. Redd seemed very pleased with his handiwork.

"I can't look!"

"I think you're going to be looking away for a while Alan, he's out for blood."

The timekeeper brought out a red collar and handed it to the hulking canine. As he held it up to Tavish's neck, it became apparent that it was far too large. "Uh oh, looks like the collar isn't going to fit. Guess we'll have to bulk you up."

With a savage smile, jagged teeth shining under the light - he pulled away his trunks, his savage beast man cock meeting the warm air of the arena. It was an angry red monster, but not fully canine like a real dog's. It didn't have a knot. The crowd continued to boo as the overly sexual display continued.

"Wake up humie! Everybody's waiting!"

Redd turned around so that his back and crack were facing the unconscious wrestler. He flexed again and slowly back into his face. His nose slipped between his ass cheeks, nearly contacting his black ring. The smell of musky dog brought him back to consciousness, but as much as he wanted to push away from the dominant animal, he couldn't! His arms were tied, and as much as he hated to admit it, the smell of his sweaty hole greatly aroused him.

"Get a nice deep whiff loser, you're going to be seeing a lot of it once we get out of this dump." He wrapped a hand around his fifteen-inch cock and began to slowly stroke himself. His fat balls were equally as obscene as the rest of his body - they were each the size of a ripe orange and pulsed with the incredibly potent cum that beast men were known for.

Matt took in a deep breath of fresh air as he was freed from Redd's ass. His own cock flagged weakly in his pants as the smell slowly penetrated his mind. Canine beasts were known for their sense of smell after all...

Redd turned and splatted his face with a streak of cum. Cum that was so hot that it steamed as it met the open air. He flinched and tried to get away, but the ropes held firm. The stench of pooch cum was unavoidable now. It mixed with his ass sweat to completely overwhelm his senses. Matt coughed and hacked, trying to keep the cum from entering his mouth. Redd continued to jerk off in front of him.

"That wasn't me busting by the way, that was just the pre."

Alan was outraged, "Somebody get a god damn ref out here!"

"There's nothing he can do Alan; this is the match's stipulation!"

Redd groaned, his chest rising and falling as the adrenaline rush of cumming on a humie rushed through him. His strokes grew faster and more haphazard, his balls swelled and tightened as they worked to produce another load of infectious bile. Beast men had incredible libidos and could refresh themselves in a matter of minutes. With a growl he came, unleashing a barrage of thick ropes onto the unwilling Tavish.

Tavish couldn't see, he couldn't think. The smell was so bad but aroused him so much. The cum was getting into his eyes and his mouth, he tried to spit it out, but was curtailed by Redd's thick fingers pulled his mouth open. A large tongue ran from the bottom of his jaw up to his forehead, taking some of the sperm with it. Redd swilled it around in his mouth, before, much to the audience's disgust, he spat it back into Tavish's open mouth.

"Oh my god! That's just disrespectful!"

"Is it over Marcus? I want to be able to sleep tonight!"

The combination of bubbly, fresh dog drool and sticky canine cum nearly made Tavish lose it on the spot. His own cock expelled it's own far share of cum during the process. His eyes closed and opened a moment later, their irises sharpened and with a new yellow tint. He reflexively swallowed, the foul mixture sliding down his throat like medicine.

He groaned in pain, the combination of his match injuries and the punishment that Redd was now inflicting causing his whole body to ache and stretch. Any outsiders in the audience could see it clearly, he was getting bigger! The formerly lithe heavyweight packed on the pounds at a prodigious rate. His washboard abs slowly inflated and pushed out from his body, his pecs inflated like overfilled balloons, and his arms and legs grew thicker and more tense with muscle.

It wasn't just his muscles. His entire body grew with them. The ropes groaned under the strain as his arms started to exert more pressure against them. Redd smiled, "That's more like it. That hybrid heavyweight shit is lame!"

"I'm sure there are a few men in the back who'd disagree Alan."

"After what we've seen here tonight, I think they'll keep it to themselves."

Tavish's mind have been firmly stunk into submission by the alpha dog. Redd grabbed him by the chest and pulled him out of the ropes and back into the middle of the ring. Redd's cock had not softened in the slightest, still covered with the residue of his previous attack. "Worked up a fresh batch for you, let's see how good that asshole of yours is."

Even with his enhanced body Matt was still dwarfed by the ginger dog. His wrestling bottoms were torn away by savage claws, leaving his own cock free to display to the entire crowd. Redd wrapped his bowling ball arms around Matt and hoisted him into a full nelson position. His cock pressed against Matt's entrance, intent on sealing the deal.

It was a slow and painful process. The entire audience watched in fear as Matt's untouched hole was slowly pried open by the dog cock. He tried to escape again, but you couldn't escape from a man who put you into a full nelson and held you in the air. The strength difference was made more and more obvious by the second.

Matt cried in pain as Redd slid inside, stretching it to the very limit. Taking a moment to collect himself, Redd began to push him up and down on his cock like a sex toy. His pace quickened as it gave way to the battering ram that had invaded it so suddenly. The men grunted and groaned, the taunts the furthest thing from their minds as they mated like animals in heat.

Tavish's face had already started to change.

His nose grew longer and longer, until it resembled the nose of a dog. His teeth sharpened, and his ears moved from the side of his head to the head. A thick layer of fur sprouted like fresh grass all across his body. First in the deep caverns of his armpits and abs, but soon covering the surface of his skin, the arms, the chest, and finally his face. It was a deep black colour, with the occasional lighter patch of brown.

Redd grunted and bit down on the back of his neck as he thrust harder and harder, the tip of his cock contacting Matt's rapidly swelling prostate. His cock and balls grew and grew and grew, until the obscene limb reached a firm 14 inches long. His bodies hormone system was thrown into overdrive as the superior genetics of the beast man overwrote his own - eliminating the last semblance of his humanity. Aggressive, musky, masculine. He'd soon become the pinnacle of organic life, just like Redd.

"This'll be the last humie sperm you ever shoot, so make it a good one bitch!" Tavish let out a guttural howl as he came, his new cock spraying a light shower of watery human sperm. Tavish couldn't believe how good it felt to get fucked by an alpha. His pleasure was renewed when the last of his useless human swimmers were expelled, replaced with a load of doggy cum so thick that it could be mistaken as a solid.

"It looks like we'll be having an intermission after this one Marcus."

"Here it comes bitch, take my fucking cum!"

Redd howled as his own orgasm arrived. Tavish could hardly believe the quantity of alpha cum being released into his bowels. It continued for nearly a minute, spilling out around the place they were connected and leaving a frothy mixture on the ground beneath them. Redd finally collapsed onto the mat as the strength finally left his legs.

The newly minted Doberman could only fall forwards onto his front, the cock released from his hole with a sickening pop. His tail wagged lazily as a river of cum slowly trailed down his thighs and onto the thoroughly ruined wrestling mat. Redd grabbed the red collar and wrapped it around his neck, which was now nearly as thick as his old biceps.

"You look good. I wouldn't mind plugging your slutty ass any time you like."

Tavish nodded mutely.

"I can't believe what we saw here tonight Marcus."

"Unbelievable! Can Redd's reign of terror get any worse?"

Redd pulled the Doberman onto his feet and dragged him up the ramp and through the curtains. The crowd booing all the while.

Gorilla position was abuzz with reactions about the match. Matt hobbled through the curtains, a trail of thick, steaming cum being left in his wake. "Jesus, did you have to go so hard?"

Redd just laughed it off, "Come on, you have to make it look real! There's no do-overs." They both felt a pair of paws land on their shoulders, it was the boss. An older dog with greying hair and a thick moustache.

"Fellas, I have to say you really killed it tonight. Ratings were through the roof."

"Was it worth how my ass feels?"

"Oh yes. Very much so. I love the new look Matt"

The newly minted canine huffed and scratched at his enlarged pecs, "It's totally ruined my weight, I'm going to have to re-learn everything..."

"Don't worry about it," the boss laughed, "I have big plans for the two of you. So keep up the good work." He left them to go prepare the next match. Matt and Redd were left to their own devices.

Redd sighed, "Matt, want to have a rematch?" His finger slid below Matt's trunks and pushed inside of his still loosened ring, he played with it, expanding and contracting his fingers. Matt wrapped his huge arm around his waist.

"You're on. This time I'm on top."