The Huge World of Hyper Sports #1

Freebies Vol. 78

Sponsored by SynTech

By Danath

Characters © their players

Featuring

Jayda Ripley, Vally, & Pierre McThrobbin (Danath),

Graith the Gookitty (Graith),

Yolk the Monkey (YolkMonkey),

Lily Boo (Vivian Boo),

Maloo the Non-ECF (Maloo),

Cassiopeia Zair (Rykela),

Tatsky the Tanuki (Tatsky),

Quil the Dragon (Quil), and

Xoury the Goat (Xoury)

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"Hello, everyone, and welcome to the Huge World of Hyper Sports! I'm your announcer and analyst, Pierre McThrobbin, here today with guest commentator Jayda Ripley!"

An enormous otter at least fifteen feet tall was curled over himself, wrapped up in his own tail, and still squeezed into every wall of the tiny announcer's booth, Somewhere between the massive otter's light tan belly and thighs, a white tigress in a riotous collection of neon-colored tops and shorts popped up from the fur with a grin.

"Thanks for having me, great to be here!"

Pierre's eyes widened when the tigress turned and dove back down between his cramped legs, which couldn't move much considering his knees were against the windows and his rump stretched from floor to ceiling.

"Our first game today is the Long Shot, so if you're watching in the crowd in the front rows, get those umbrellas ready!" Pierre said, his professional, radio-smooth voice uninterrupted despite the shifting and shuffling and giggling occasionally picked up by the tigresses's microphone. "And here come the competitors now..."

The tigress squeezed her way out from under the otter's tail and leaned over his thighs to peer through the glass towards the field below, past the rows and rows of fans watching and cheering in the stands.

"And is it true all these competitors have always been hypers?" the feline asked as her oversized black-and-white striped tail wrapped around Pierre's enormous, tan-furred sac and squeezed.

"While many of the top competitors certainly started out that way, we're seeing more and more newcomers to the sport," Pierre said. The otter's right eyelid twitched as the feline purred. "Thanks to backing from our primary sponsor, SynTech, competition has never been stronger."

"Or bigger, I'd say!" Jayda giggled. "Pierre, is it true you used to compete?"

Several feet of pink otter cock easily thicker around than Jayda's hips flopped against the glass and squeezed flat.

"It is, though I'm retired. I wouldn't hold a candle to any of the professionals we'll see today. Speaking of, let's take a look at them now!"

A total of six competitors made their way onto the field, which featured a large, grassy rectangle in the center ringed by a large running track. A few dozen otters in light blue jumpsuits moved equipment, ran lights, and acted as referees during the competition.

The first of the six was a large sabrekitty named Graith. White fangs curled from her upper jaw, protruding past her blocky muzzle. A black sports bra stretched away from her shoulders, pulled beyond taut by the pendulous breasts hanging from the taur's chest. Her sleek, silky fur featured a pattern of slightly darker, black-ringed rosettes, while her tail was striped with rings. She stood easily twelve feet tall, but was one of the wider contestants thanks to her tremendously long and powerful four-legged underbody. A sheath several feet in width waved side to side, draping from her lower belly, while a fantastically massive set of cream-furred balls squeezed outwards against her hind legs with each step, constantly massaging and squeezing them, which could account for the permanent plump-up nature of her swinging sheath.

A few feet behind Graith, a muscular blue monkey strutted with his enlarged, half-hard maleness slung over a shoulder. The tip pulsed occasionally, dribbling onto the grass past his weaving tail, as he waved with his free arm to the crowds. Yolk's firm, plump pecs stretched and squeezed as he showed off his powerful build, despite being only a hair over nine feet, one of the shortest competitors. His massive cock was nothing to laugh about, and the fact he could walk so easily while hauling a set of balls that stretched from his hips to his ankles spoke to the training he'd undergone to make it this far.

Lacking any of the blue-furred monkey's muscular features, the third competitor, Tatsky, presented a different approach to hyper sports altogether. He was over ten feet tall, but from a distance, his proportions made him out to be smaller. The tanuki's wide tail bounced behind his thick, chubby hips, occasionally draping over the enormous, round rump cheeks swinging side to side. In the front, his smooth pecs and plump belly were nearly completely hidden by the overwhelming swell of his cream-furred tanuki balls, which were nearly as tall as he was. He shuffled forward somehow, his short and plump thighs flexing and pushing as he made his way forward. It wasn't until he fell into the line with the other competitors and relaxed his arms that the tanuki's enormous sac fell forward, jiggling and sloshing, revealing the rather short, plump, cute little sheath pincushioning at the top.

The footsteps of the next competitor were heavy enough to send tremors through the ground. At twenty-five feet tall, the fennec-wolf hybrid didn't so much arrive as simply overshadow everything around her. The dark brown coat of fur shifted around her large frame as she grinned and waved, thankful for once for inheriting all those genes from her mother. Between the taur's hind legs, a pair of balls easily half of her own height dragged along the grass, fighting for space with the sheath that was nearly as thick around and almost stretched to her forelegs. The shaggy, bouncy taur's chest swung side to side, dark blue nipples on full display as she wiggled her tail in the air behind her. Drawing up to the line, she grinned down at Tatsky as her rump dropped to the grass, shoving her huge balls and sheath forward between her forelegs.

Maloo was next. The cougar looked self-conscious as he followed along behind the oversized taur, though at almost sixteen feet tall, the feline clearly put some effort into today's event. His long, ropelike tail swung in the air behind him like a shepherd's crook as he focused on walking, which he found necessary considering how large his massive balls were. The creamy orbs were full and round, pulled up taut despite their size, easily three times thicker than his own hips and reaching well past his knees, almost bouncing off the grass with each step. His plump sheath swelled despite himself as he heard the crowd's cheers and got a good eyeful of the fennecwolftaur in front of him before settling into the line. He scratched behind one of his ears, wondering if he'd prepared enough.

The next competitor strutted out at what was, compared to some other competitors, a miniscule eight feet in height, but her build drew gasps from the audience. Cass's ruddish red-brown feathering covered her overplump body, and a pair of immense breasts strained against a button-up uniform top. The words "White Falls Country Club," though written in a stylish and elegant black font against the white fabric, were distorted and twisted by the way the cloth squeezed and stretched around the bird's fat nipples. Her narrow, trim belly led into a wide pair of hips, from white a matching pair of white shorts flexed outwards. The cardinal, full name Cassiopeia Zair, waved as the huge length stretching from her hips, already nearly as long and thicker than she was, jerked upwards, releasing a few gallons of thick white seed that oozed through the stretched cloth and dripped onto the grass. She sidestepped it neatly, without missing a beat, so as not to get anything on her pristine white sneakers. The bird's tail feathers twitched above her thick, plump rump, as her huge balls jiggled over her thighs and knees.

The next competitor was Quil, a dragon with dark gray scales around the shoulders, back, sides, and legs, but a patch of dark black that extended from the lower half of the nine-foot tall creature's jaw and spread across the chest, before narrowing in and disappearing into the deep, glossy cleavage. The enormous breasts were large enough that they were forced to spread to either side around the similarly titanic maleness, completely hiding her belly and thighs behind a half-hard, dark red dragon maleness, ridged and pointed and already drooling with excitement. They waved at the crowd as they got in line with the others, shivering as the underswells over their breasts sagged around their thickness. Quil grinned nervously and reached up a few claws to brush over the four dark gray horns curling from the top of their head, and wiggled their long, thick tail as it draped backwards across the lush green grass.

The final competitor strode in sporting a full-on erection. The dark, glossy black skin of the mammoth-sized maleness swung side to side as the wide, powerful hips it was attached to twisted. A dense, powerful musclegut squeezed outwards against the patch of pale, almost white fur on his stomach, while the rest of his body's overworked, overgrown, overpowered muscles shifted and rippled underneath a slightly darker tan hide. He had little neck to speak of, but Xoury didn't seem to let that bother him as he lifted both immense arms in the air and flexed, showing off the massive biceps on his arms. His glossy black maleness flexed, dripping and drooling by the gallon, fed by a pair of swollen tan balls that stretched almost to the goat's ankles. His short tail flicked above his round rump cheeks as he joined the rest of the competitors in line, letting out a snort as both pecs bounced. Clearly confident and prepared, the big goat glanced down the line, admiring the stature of his competition despite being the one - he thought - worthy of winning.

"Wow, what a line up!" Jayda crowed. The white tigress squeezed her chest and hips up against the glass, giving the people in the high seats nearby quite the show as she admired the athletes.

"Yes, an impressive field for today's games," Pierre said. The sixteen-foot-tall otter's leg twitched, and Jayda disappeared with a squeal back down somewhere beneath the massive pink log quickly filling the remaining space available in the already very cramped booth. "As you can see, the contestants are taking their places for the first game now. The Long Shot is a test of skill and accuracy, as well as stamina. Who do you think has the best shot, Jayda?"

"Mmwaaaa!" the tigress gasped, chest heaving in her neon top as she emerged near the giant otter's head. "I gotta say, I think in this event the taurs have an advantage."

"Extra stability?"

"Exactly!" the tigress purred, before diving back down her giant otter playground.

"As you know, for this event, all eight competitors will fire simultaneously and attempt to hit as many of their targets as they can, which are strung throughout the field. Competitors cannot leave or outgrow the competition area, and will score one point for each target struck."

"Wow! What an exciting game!" Jayda mumbled, her muzzle somewhat full of the giant otter's dark brown nipple. Her legs spread around his maleness, ankles and heels grinding in as it throbbed harder and larger by the minute. "I can't wait to see who wins!"

Down on the field, the referees lined up the competitors. All around the field, at the top of large posts with small platforms, were dozens of otters strapped in and holding onto ropes to keep from flying off. They grinned and squeaked, readying themselves as the line of contestants engorged.

"Bet you can't hit me!" one otter shouted, grinning as he wiggled his hips with excitement. The naked, dark brown furred male's eyes widened as he watched more than half a dozen hyper-sized erections surge forward, as the practiced and professional contestants drew their beads on their chosen targets.

"Yeah, they'll miss me for sure!"

"They'd never reach this high!"

Glances were exchanged among the competitors, as well as a few smirks, as the referees arms lifted into the air. The short otter stood on a tall platform in front of the competitors, but was ready to duck as soon as he gave the signal to start.

"You have five minutes to hit as many targets as you can. All shots will be counted by the otters next to you, so please don't step on them. Ready? Go!"

The referee dropped his arms, and on cue, the eight magnificent cannons erupted...

Graith, at one end, chose to squat her hindquarters down, balls shoved in front between her forelegs, and aimed her tip with her paws. The sabrekitty's eyes closed as she massaged and rubbed her maleness as it flexed from the sheath, already dripping thick, dark gray goo. As the heat rose in the feline's loins, her long tail occasionally dripped as well. The synthetic goo-based creature's eyes cracked open, focusing on one of the nearer otter targets, as she felt a deep, needy heat grow in the base of her massive shaft. With a yowl, she erupted, gasping as her fingers sunk into the smooth flesh, struggling to aim as the rope of thick jizz flew through the air, arcing up and then back down over a hundred feet before splattering directly into the face of one of the otters who taunted them at the start. The gush of cum pounded the small male, almost knocking him off his perch as, all around him, seed flung further on, carried by momentum, and crashed across a gathering of transparent plastic umbrellas in the stand. Graith grinned as she watched the shocked otter's eyes roll up into his head, overcome momentarily by her pungent, musky, nanobot-fueled eruption. Swinging her hips, she took aim again, bracing her large feet as she reared back, ready to fire again.

A few feet down the field from the sabrekitty, Yolk bristled. His dark blue fur, and the light tan ruff creating a heart shape over his pecs and belly, fluffed outwards as he swung his massive length off his shoulder. The muscular, powerful monkey's strong, long fingers clutched at his enormous shaft, keeping it angled up as he leaned both of his knees forward and in, compressing his oversized testicles into the grass. He pulled back his lips, baring his large fangs as his paws stroked down his glistening member, squeezing and groping until the veins popped from the skin. With a loud howl, Yolk erupted, firing a massive shot of seed towards the otters downrange, splattering one directly in the face and half the section behind him. The second shot went wide, ending up soaking into the grass, but the third managed to hit. Yolk huffed, panting hard, chest and shoulders flexing as he leaned back, still groping and jerking his titanic length, easily longer than he was tall, urging another blast from the broad tip as he sought to score more points before time expired.

Well over twenty feet all, Lily Boo found her success by rolling over onto her back. All four of her massive, shaggy paws squeezed around her length, pulling it to her large underbelly. The thick head, easily half a dozen times bigger than the taur's actual head, rested at the top of her swollen cleavage. Lily Boo grunted and moaned as her hindquarters twitched, shoving her massive endowment through her paws and cleavage while her enormous sac dragged on the grass over her flattened tail. She closed her eyes, bit her plump lower lip, and then managed to shove her massive cock upwards just as the first blast of seed rocketed out. There was little aiming to be done as the massive taur's breasts flopped back and obscured her face. She couldn't see to aim at anything regardless. The 25-foot-tall taur's even longer body bucked as enormous bursts of spunk rocked from her tip. More than two-thirds of them missed the otters entirely, ending up flooding the stands or bowling over the grounds crew, but Lily Bood didn't seem to care. She pumped her four lower legs while her upper arms struggled to keep the immense stalk from blasting her right in the jaw. Her loud, long moans echoed through the stand as she racked up the points with a straightforward shotgun method.

Though only a third of Lily Boo's height, Maloo was employing the same tactic. The cougar's immense golden orbs strained and stretched, inflating even larger as the feline leaned forward, legs spread wide, both hands desperately groping and rubbing his aching maleness. The smooth, fleshy barbs surrounding his immense pointed tip triggered the feline, whose glinting white fangs flashed in the light as he suddenly arched backwards, both knees shoving into his immense balls. Load after load of musky, thick, warm cougarseed drenched one otter after another as his balls kept growing larger, thicker, dripping with musk and sweat as his fingers urged his maleness to spray again, again, again. His loud yowls and moans drew the announcers' attention.

"It looks like Maloo is really put up a fight out there!" Pierre said. His pink cock flapped forward, slapping Jayda up against the glass and pinning the feline's chest and bulging neon shorts flat. "Look at that! Another point, and another! He's really giving the rest of these competitors a run for their money!"

"MMhphhh phhff mphhphh!" Jayda grunted, muzzle turned to the glass so she could see the action out of one eye. The otter's urethra flexed around her, and she closed her eyes, grunting as her bulging shorts strained between her thighs. "Mmph phphffmm mmphh!"

"You're right, he definitely could win this round! But the others aren't taking it easy!"

Cass the cardinal closed her eyes and dug her sneakers into the grass. The tall, skinny bird's shapely, feathered legs were bare, though the swelling of her fantastically large nuts stretching out the red-trimmed white shorts hid much of them from view. Her cock was free, jutting from the waistband, as the White Falls Resort logo stretched further and further around the cardinal's growing sac. The massive cock raging in her slim and slender fingers was easily longer than she was and close to twice as thick around as her own trim, athletic belly. She clacked her beak and warbled as a few gallons of musky, clear pre-cum oozed from her unrestrained maleness, while her shirt nearly ripped from her thin shoulders as her huge breasts flopped forward, bouncing off the top of the massive erection. Her cock fired a few moments later as she wiggled her rump and twitched her butt feathers, beak opening wide as she managed to land a few direct shots on the otter-targets before going wild, pumping upwards and leaning back so that she ended up raining her thick, pungent, fertile white seed down on the upper balcony.

Tatsky was going strong, hips pumping, thighs and ass jiggling, fur shifting around his pudgy belly and shoulders. The tanuki's enormous sac stayed pretty much in one place as the huge raccoon, over a dozen feet tall, humped forward into it, both paws wrapped firmly around his relatively small, cute, and dangerously thick maleness. The short cannon pulsed and Tatsky let out a gasp, high-pitched and needy, that drew the attention of more than a few of his competitors. Despite lacking the length of some, the tanuki made up for it with precision, milking and edging himself up to a terrific explosion that struck one musky, jizz-soaked otter after another. His rare misses ended up causing a ruckus in the stands as anyone struck with his powerful essence ended up needing a new pair of pants to accommodate the oversized tanuki balls grown in between their thighs.

Quil's breasts worked against them. The dark gray dragon's scales glinted in the light as they hefted their immense, dark red dragondick upwards, but the sheer volume of the hyper's oversized chest kept forcing the multi-ridged shaft back down, keeping the pointed tip and fleshy, ridged head from going high enough to reliably strike the squealing, gurgling otters on the targets all around them. They dropped to their knees, dark gray fingers working around the bulbous sections of the length as their knees squeezed into either side of their balls. From the new angle, she was aiming too high, but as she groaned and shuddered, they couldn't stop cumming, and instead of blasting the groaning, squirming otter-targets, they ended up looping the streams of musky jizz up into the air only to crash back down across their own head and shoulders and breasts - though they didn't seem to mind so much as their fingers clutched into their sensitive, throbbing flesh.

Xoury, at the other end of the line, braced his short, wide legs and let his massive sac flatten to the grass. Both of his huge, massive arms pumped up and down, reaching as far as they could along the incredible, glossy black stalk stretching away from his powerful thighs. The goat's beefy pecs rippled in turn as he let his head hang back, muzzle open and tongue out, pointed brown horns almost scraping against his own shoulders. The huge head of his length flared, pumping upwards, as the base swelled, urethra distending with the wave of seed churning to the tip. The muscular goat's shoulders and hips pushed backwards, almost making him lose his balance, as his first incredible load took an otter clean off his perch, sending the male flying into safety nets strung up below. The second shot was just as powerful, and Xoury grinned, teeth clenched, as he flexed and fired at every cute little otter he could spot.

"Wow, the competition is really heating up!" Jayda said, perched atop the plump pink tip of Pierre's huge stalk where it was squeezed into the corner of the booth near the large windows. Her tail flicked across one of his nipples as she peered down at the tremendous cannons firing off at the otters - and half the crowd of people who got seats on that side. "Looks like a few contestants are starting to peter out, though. How much longer do they have, Pierre?"

"Less than thirty seconds," the otter said, taking over the narration as the action came to a close. "We're getting some preliminary results right now, and it looks like a close race for first place between Maloo, Lily Boo, and Xoury. There's Quil, still struggling with control, while down on the other end, Yolk the monkey is calmly aiming and taking his time as the referee checks his watch... the timer is almost at zero, and the last few shots are flying through the air... and there's the buzzer! That's it! The referee is blowing his whistle and the competitors are calling for their assistants. While they prepare for the next game, let's check in with our on-field reporter for the scores!"

Down on the field, a sheep with long, curly hair spoke into a microphone. He had a shaggy white coat more than a foot long that hung almost like dreads around his face and shoulders. The sheep's face was black, though only his muzzle protruded from beneath the overhang of curly white hair.

"Vally, what are the officials saying?" Pierre asked.

"Thanks, Pierre!" Valley said, speaking loudly into the microphones to be heard over the noise of the cheering crowd and the groans of the competitors, who were being milked by teams of assistants, each in a uniform matching one of the players, as well as getting wipedowns and kegs of water. "The referees said they had to go back to instant replay more than they've ever had to before to verify the number of strikes, but they're confident they have the results."

Vally held up a piece of paper and leaned forward.

"Down at the bottom end, we have Graith, Quil, Yolk, and Cass," the sheep said. "Though they had some individually fine strikes, they just didn't hit enough otters to get into the top half. Fourth place belongs to nobody, because it says here that Xoury and Lily Boo managed to tie for third! That leaves Tatsky in second and Maloo taking the top spot, with a grand total of 19 spunked otters!"

Back in the booth, Jayda emerged from under one of Pierre's webbed feet.

"Really? What a surprising result! I was sure that Lily Boo would be a contender for first, but I didn't see the tanuki placing that high. I guess looks can be deceiving!"

"You're right, Jayda, and now let's get an interview with the first game's champion!" Vally said. The short, wideset sheep, now in wider view and showing off the slim, form-fitting pants and jacket, sans any undershirt, that clung to his curvy figure. "Maloo! Maloo! Down here! Can you tell us how it feels to be the winner?"

The enormous feline grinned as he looked back up at the huge display screens showing the scores for the round, then shook his head and twitched his tail.

"It's just such a great honor to even be competing," the cougar said, the volume and strength of his voice causing Vally to fall back onto his rump. Maloo turned to face the sheep and closed his eyes, both arms lifting into the air, which meant he didn't notice when his immense package shifted forward, pinning two of his crew and Valley underneath. "Wooo! Take that, otters!"

Vally's black muzzle poked out from under the cougar's mega-sized tan balls.

"Back to you in the booth, Pierre!"

"Thanks for that report, Vally. We'll be back with the second game in the series soon, but in the meantime, let's check out some instant replays!"

With Jayda perched on his shoulder, the giant otter watched the screen change to show a montage of firing cannons and drenched otters. Down on the field, the contestants got cleaned up while several members of the crowd struggled with suddenly enlarged bits to find a way down to the ramps so they could register for the next competition. It was all of fifteen minutes before the field was cleared and the contestants arranged. On the scoreboards, the words "10m Drag-n-Dash" appeared, flashing several times while breaths of fire exploded behind.

"Welcome back, folks, to the second round of the Huge World of Hyper Sports, where eight fantastic competitors are preparing for the ten meter Drag-n-Dash," Pierre said, his smooth voice coming through bright and clear despite the presence of the muscular tigress wiggling around near his sheath. "I'm joined today by Jayda Ripley to give you all the play-by-play action as we determine which hyper will be the day's champion. And look - here come the dragons!"

Jayda's head popped up from behind the otter's sheath, which was twice the width of her own shoulders. Her ears perked as her neon shirt draped forward, filled far more than full with her heavy breasts.

"Oh, I know those guys! We used to work out together!"

Down on the field, the crowds in the stands shifted to the sides as, from either side of the stadium, enormous dragons simply stepped over the outer walls. Each was easily eighty feet tall, wide-shouldered and muscular, with enormous wings that settled in across their scaled backsides. The dragons grinned and waved as, from their hips, their enormous lengths swung in specially constructed banana hammocks - the largest article of clothes ever produced by SynTech, and prominently featuring the logo of the company at the outermost swell of the rounded out orbs. Each dragon straddled one side of the track, positioning their legs so that their low-slung balls, each orb easily more than a dozen feet across, swung side to side across the track, filling it from one side to the other with musky, barely constrained hyper-dragon dick.

The two enormous males flexed their arms and leaned over, showing off the power in their massive pecs and bulging abdominals. Their tails remained carefully lifted, not just to show off their awesome glutes, but to prevent the massive appendages from accidentally smooshing anyone in the stands.

"In case you're just tuning in, we're watching as our Drag-n-Dash dragons get ready for the race. Each contestant will have to complete one full lap around the track while pushing, shoving, and forcing their way past each pair of ten-meter wide dragon balls!"

Thick, viscous beads of musk and sweat rolled down the insides of each massive dragon's thigh. The droplets of sweat were the size of five gallon buckets, and several rolled their way down the dragons' bulges and splattered onto the track underneath, creating an immediate, deep, masculine stench that filled the entire stadium. The banana hammock bulged outwards, both huge, eighty-foot muscle-dragons growing bigger, thicker, firmer, which caused even more rich, sticky musk to splatter down onto the track below them. Within minutes, their fabulously huge 30-foot-plus balls were drenched, and streams of musk flowed down the track.

"Looks like the Drag-n-Dash dragons are all warmed up," Jayda said, her voice low and husky as she squeezed herself up against the glass of the caster booth. Pierre's webbed toes wiggled around the back of her head, keeping her pinned there, as his massive cock squeezed around his shoulder and curled back over towards his hips, scraping along the ceiling as it went and leaving even less space in the booth. "Look at that drippage! Really takes me back."

"Yes, they'll be quite the challenge for our contestants," Pierre said. "That musk is not only powerful, but can even become addictive in enough quantities, though we've been assured both Drag-n-Dash dragons were thoroughly milked by SynTech-trained otters beforehand."

"Looks like the first contestant is getting on their mark! As you know, the rounds go in reverse order, so the low scores from the first round will go first in this round," Jayda added. "That means our first contestant, weighing in at over four hundred pounds of pure feline muscle, is Graith!"

Down on the track, Graith's eyes narrowed. Her upper torso leaned forward, breasts hanging out, arms at her sides, while her large taur underbody crouched. She could see the referee in the corner of her eye raise his furry brown arms up into the air, then drop them as he gave a short blast on his whistle. The crowd erupted as Graith took off down the track, propelled along by four powerful legs. Her hands clamped around her breasts, holding them in as they flopped wildly side to side, so as not to slow her down. She rounded the first corner and swallowed hard as the huge wall of dripping, visibly musky dragon balls loomed in front of her. The huge, eighty-foot-tall dragon stared down, grinning past the obscene swell of his massive shaft as she passed beneath it and charged straight into his huge, swollen orbs.

Graith's head, shoulders, and arm sunk into the flesh for a long moment, filling her nostrils with the incredible scent before shoving her backwards. The taur danced back, claws scrabbling for purchase on the slick, wet track, before she charged in again, lowering her head to try and shove underneath the massive balls. They dragged wetly down her shoulders and all the way over her taur body, leaving her fur matted and drenched, soaked to the point of dripping in thick, sticky sweat and musk. The dragon's deep rumbling grunt echoed throughout the stadium as Graith shoved forward and freed herself. She panted hard, moaning as her flaring nostrils fed on the immensely powerful smell, but she managed to shake her head and charge down the track towards the second obstacle. She emerged even muskier, fully erect, and on the verge of orgasm by the time she splattered her way to the finish. Her paws groped at her taut nipples shamelessly and, once her team arrived to wipe her down, she pinned several beneath her length to grind and rub against them, gasping and moaning as the musk triggered an intense heat throughout her large, massive feline body.

"That was an impressive start," Pierre said. "The next contestant is already lining up and ready to go. This competition could be heating up!"

Yolk was the next to go. The large, muscular blue monkey kept his half-hard maleness slung over his shoulder, an arm wrapped around it, squeezing it with his huge biceps to his buff chest. When the whistle blew, he charged down the track, massive balls slapping against his knees as he chugged along as quickly as he could. Like Graith, the huge balls proved difficult, but not impossible, to overcome, though by the time he emerged from under the first, he was fully aroused. He trembled his way down the track, leaning forward and massaging as much of his hypersized arousal as he could. Waves of thick monkey spunk dribbled onto the track as he made his way to the second pair of enormous dragon balls. He was moaning, huffing, panting, pumping his hips wildly by the time he crawled from under them. Yolk wasn't so much caring about his time as he limped over the line, desperately massaging his aching, throbbing cock as sticky, clear beads of dragon musk drizzled down his dark blue pelt.

Cass the cardinal was next up. The slim, gracefully long-legged bird grabbed hold of one ankle and stretched it up over her head as her massive, pendulous package swung in her White Falls Resort-branded shorts. Doing a standing splits with ease, the confident cardinal fluffed her reddish-brown feathers and dropped her leg, then assumed a runners' stance, sneakers wedged into the starting blocks. When the whistle blew, the cardinal was off like a rocket. Her massive package whipped from one side of her hips to the other opposite the direction of her plump, massive chest. How the clothes didn't tear from her body was hard to tell, but the white fabric did a nice job of highlighting her toned, plump rear end and shifting, powerful back muscles. She flew around the corner faster than anyone yet, but ran into the same problem when she bounced off the Drag-n-Dash dragon's musky orbs. She squeezed against them, shoving with all her might, as her massive cock flexed out of the shorts past the waistband automatically at the scent of those dripping monsters. Huge beads of sweat and musk dribbled down around Cass's head and shoulders, gooey and sticky, so that even when she stretched her beak open for a gasp of air, tendrils of sweat clung and stretched between them. The pointed feathers at the top of her head fell low with the weight of accumulating musk as she shoved with all her might at the dragon's testicles, digging her fingers into the banana hammock's bright yellow fabric for grip. It slowed her down, and then some, but eventually, the bird made her way through, though it was an undignified squirm on her shoulders below the massive balls. She was soaked from head to toe, clothes and sneakers included, by the time she made it back to her feet and took off down the track. Her massive cock was hard, even harder than it had been during the first event, and pulsed needily, firing off splats of pre-cum mixed with traces of pungent cardinal seed. By the time she reached the second dragon, Cass was moaning with lust. Her breasts pillowed into the orbs, surrounding her upright stalk as it smacked forward across the musky nuts, and the pressure sent a full-blown orgasm through the bird's athletic, slender figure. She let out a warble and threw her head back, grinding and humping as the dragon to which she'd attached herself let out a pleased rumble. The constant shower of musk made forward progress nearly impossible, and Cass found herself on her knees, rubbing her chest and beak and fingers across the orbs, ignoring the whistle of the referee as her time expired, and a large "DNF" appeared next to her name on the scoreboard.

Quil, the last of the lower half finishers from the first round, swallowed hard as they watched the hypercocked cardinal dragged off the track by her team. The dragon's swollen breasts slid over the top of their fully aroused cock as they jogged in place, eyes wide and plump tail lifted, ready for the referee's whistle. Their claws dug into the track as they took off, bouncing and flumping and trembling from head to toe with oversized tits, cock, and thighs. Like the first three contestants, Quil emerged dripping and wet, though their scales allowed them to shed much of the muskiness quickly. Just being a dragon, however, didn't appear to help Quil withstand the incredible potent effects of the two Drag-n-Dash dragons, and by the time they squeezed themselves into the second musky set of balls, Quil wasn't sure they'd be able to finish either. Quil's tongue lapped at their lips, drinking in the pleasantly strong, salty sweat, fully erect and on the verge of collapsing into orgasm by the time she managed to get halfway under the heavy balls. The enormous male grunted loudly as Quil's huge length sprayed across the orbs, leaving a trail in their wake; the dark-scaled dragon's hips squirmed backwards, sliding underneath the swell, and eventually freeing themself from the weight. It was only with the most determination they could possibly summon that they were able to cross the finish line, cumming hard all the while without being able to control it. Quil collapsed into the grass as the team swarmed them, hoping to get them ready for the final round in time.

"So far the contestants are doing very well!" Jayda said. "Quil looked like they were about to collapse, but they managed to set a respectable time."

"Unfortunately, we do have one did-not-finish score from Cass. The cardinal looks like she was overwhelmed by the Drag-n-Dash balls - let's take a look at a replay while our next competitor gets ready!"

Jayda's giggles echoed over the mic as she dove down along the otter's massive, densely furred tan chest and worked past his pecs to his hard belly.

Back down on the field, Lily Boo stepped up to get ready for her run. The hyper fennecwolftaur pawed at the track as her massive tail swished behind her legs. Her massively plump sheath, once more retracted, bumped against the ground as she bent her forelegs and stretched, then nodded at the referee, who raised his arms and blew his whistle. The massive, 25-foot-tall taur easily round the track. The Drag-n-Dash dragon's eyes widened as he saw the huge taur charge towards him, but his tooth grin remained fixed. Arms spread wide, Lily Boo's chest impacted first, squeezing and visibly rocking the massive nuts backwards. The dragon's loud grunt reverberated through the taur's bones as she clenched her arms and dug in her toes, shoving herself forward until she was able to push the massive, soaking wet nuts upwards into the air. The taur grinned as a rainstorm of musk and sweat drizzled down all around her; she basked in it until a few moments later when her elbows trembled from the strain of holding such huge balls up. She leapt forward, flinging herself past the swells, and was treated to a pleased grunt from the enormous dragon as his nuts swung to the front of his thighs, then back again. The taur shook her pelt, flinging dragon musk in all direction, and waddled forward down the track, slowed as a dozen feet of hypercock shoved from her massive sheath, forcing her forelegs to stretch to the sides around it. But make it through she did, and thanks to her size, she set a good time for the course.

Xoury was the next one up, and after watching the huge fennecwolf simply overpower the musky dragon balls, the enormous goat decided to do the same. His biceps bulged as he clenched the Drag-n-Dash dragon's sac with all his might, heaving it up and rolling them over his head and shoulders. The huge male's muzzle dropped tongue sagging, as the goat's muscular body overpowered the weight of the hanging orbs.

"Wow, impressive!" Jayda said, peeking briefly from the booth window before diving back down to the base of the otter's tail.

"He's certainly on track to set a very low time," Pierre said.

The second dragon went much the same for Xoury, who emerged fully aroused and dripping, but seemingly no worse for wear when he let the second set swing behind him. Trotting over the finish line, the massive goat raised his arms high into the sky and ran up to meet his crew, who set to work toweling him off and cooling him down even as the heat of the dragon's musk rippled up his spine.

Tatsky was the next to run his lap. The gigantic, plump tanuki's hips shifted as his round, full bottom bounced. Despite his pudgy, soft, plush appearance, and the fact that his balls were, proportionally at least, even larger than those wielded by the dragons, the tanuki didn't hesitate to throw himself into the massive orbs. His thick frame tensed as he squeezed forward, shoving the ten-meter sac to one side to make way for his own oversized balls. The dragon's nuts slid wetly down Tatsky's side and hips, leaving him smeared and drenched in even more musk than the rest of the competitors thanks to his size. He panted and puffed as he made his way to the second dragon, and though he was tempted to take a DNF to enjoy the oozing, masculine stench dripping from the sweating balls, Tatsky dug in deep. The thick-hipped tanuki shoved his way through, smearing and smooshing and pushing until he was breathing clean air again, and finished his run with one of the better times.

"That Tatsky is proving to be a formidable competitor," Pierre said. The massive otter unwrapped his palm from around the width of his oversized cock, revealing the smooshed fur of the white tigress co-announcer. Her arms and legs wrapped around the huge length as she turned her head and nodded.

"You're right - he has been quite the surprise," she purred, before the huge palm descended and squeezed, blocking her entire body from view once more. The otter couldn't move his arm all that freely in the cramped conditions of the booth, but he made due as the tigress's tail squeezed against his length lower down.

The last competitor to step up to the starting blocks was Maloo. The cougar waved to the crowd before crouching low over his massive balls. His soft, barbed dark brown cock draped over the swells, hanging free of his sheath as he waited for the whistle. The big cat took off at a light job, paws thudding into the track as his massive sac bounced off his thighs and knees. His paws reached out and, as he approached the huge balls, he slowed to a stop. Using his paws, he smeared himself with the dragon's musk, slathering it over his head and shoulders and backside, even turning and rubbing himself up against the swells until he was completely covered and drizzling. Backing up a good ten feet, the cougar grinned and charged forward. At the last moment, he dove forward, using his arms to protect his cock as he glided along the musky track on his chest and balls. He managed to slide completely under the huge dragon balls before getting stuck, but that was easy enough to squirm free of after a few moments. The crowd cheered as he repeated the trick for the second set, though by that point the cougar's enormous maleness provided plenty of its own slick, thick lubricant.

"And that's time for the final competitor in our second round! Stay tuned," Pierre said, as he dragged the white tigress's body up and down his massive arousal with both paws, "and we'll have the latest scores and results for you when we come back!"

"Now here is a word from our sponsors!" Jayda huffed, her head popping out from beneath one of the otter's huge paws so she could speak without being muffled. "Mffph!"

Down on the field, the competitors and their crews got ready for the final event, as large teams of otters in blue jumpsuits carried pieces of flooring out into the middle of the field, creating what was essentially a giant, bouncy springboard floor. It covered the field from side to side, and left stripes of green on either end to retain a square shape. As the teams of otters scattered, the contestants perked up while the referee announced the order of the competition.

"It looks like things are proceeding quickly down on the field, so before we get started, let's check in with our field reporter, Vally! Vally, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Pierre, I can hear you fine, and that sound that YOU hear behind me is none other than Cassiopeia Zair, who will be the first to perform in the gymnastics routine competition," Vally said. The sheep, framed from his shoulders up by the camera, turned to his side, and as the lens zoomed out, revealed the large feathered object neck to him was actually the enormous cardinal's leg. "Cass, you had a disappointing finish in the Drag-n-Dash contest. How do you feel about the floor routine?"

The cardinal leaned down at the hips, steady as a rock despite the swinging of her pendulous bosoms, which strained against the logo of the White Falls Resort printed across the front. The fabric, still damp and musky, clung to the tall, slender bird's shoulders and backside as she smiled, eyes bright and cheerful.

"We all have days when we know we can do better, but what's really important is making sure we pick ourselves back up again! That's what people will remember you for," the cardinal said, clutching her slender fingers around her massive breasts as she spoke. "Those are the kinds of life lessons taught at White Falls Resort, who is sponsoring me today. Thank you, WFR, and please hold my reservation! This next routine is for you!"

The excited cardinal grinned, eyes closing, tapping on the tips of her sneakers as she let out a squeal.

"It's gonna be so great I can't stand it!"

Her tailfeathers swished one direction, while her heavy chest went the other, knocking into the side of Vally's head, before she twisted back, sending him ping-ponging back and forth between the hypercardinal's pillows.

"Thanks oof Cass! Oof! Back to oof you in the oof booooooooothaaaaahh!"

The last word, stretched and elongated into a high-pitched bleat, came when Cass heard her name called. The cardinal leaned up straight, head swiveling and arm lifting, but the sudden out-motion of her hips caused the incredible half-hard length stretching out the white shorts flying upwards. The broad tip collided with the white and black sheep's wide rump, launching him into the air as the cardinal swung around and jogged towards the referees at the corner of the mat. Vally landed with a thud and dragged the microphone towards his muzzle. "Back to you again, Pierre and Jayda."

"Yeth, thankth, Va-yee. There'th thome acthin on the field ath the futh contethtant pwepathes, 'ight Jayda?"

The white tigress, currently doing the splits with her ankles hooked from one corner of Pierre's wide muzzle to the other, nodded as her eyes shut tight. The otter's long tongue wrapped around her thighs and bulging hot pants, dipping inside the fabric and shifting around. Her fingers dug into his lips as she shivered.

"You're right, Pierre, I can see Cass now. She looks confident and ready, and she ought to - this is her specialty, and we've seen what she can when she competed at the college level. Of course, Cass is going first now because she unfortunately posted the lowest score in the previous round. In seventh place last round was Lily Boo, then Quil, Yolk, and Graith. Tatsky managed to make it into third place, followed by Maloo in second, which means Xoury was the fastest around the track! All the times were close, though Maloo and Xoury did manage to put some distance between them and the rest of the field."

The tigress's thighs trembled and clenched as the otter's tongue slid wetly between her rump cheeks, leaving her neon shorts clinging to her ample backside. Her arms and shoulders leaned back against the otter's nostrils as she closed her head, hair blowing in the big male's exhalations, a pleasant grin on her feline muzzle.

"Aww-ight, the refe-heeth have given the thignal... and there thee goeth!"

The cardinal's arms rose high in the air, fingers pointed upwards. Her majestic pose elongated her slender backside, amplifying the plumpness and pressure filling her taut white uniform top. Her bare belly tensed, slender and hard, while the shorts around her hips and thighs tugged forward, pulled outwards by the wide girth of her impeccably huge hypercock. Her calves tensed as she stretched onto the tips of her toes, sneakers bending and creasing.

The ground trembled as the enormous cardinal's body tumbled forward, flinging her hands forward and flipping head over tail feathers. She twisted around as she went, landing facing back towards the corner, but didn't slow down when she leaned backwards, hands extending towards the mat even as her legs kicked up off the ground. Her pendulous package, thrust forward, carried the moment and twisted her around, leading to another backflip and another, each elegant turn and curve of her slender figure adding to the natural grace with which she threw her hyper-sized body from corner to corner. She ended by leaping into the air, straight up, and tucking her knees together under her chest. Her ankles crossed, squeezing the bulge of her massive balls back into her rump, and tucked her head forward, flipping twice in the air before landing on her feet, arms extending immediately, massive bits flopping back into freedom.

Panting, the cardinal's eyes shone as she did a hop, then a larger jump, then landed into a splits, legs spread wide, massive balls slumping across the spongy, bouncy flooring. Her breasts audibly smacked off the huge orbs as she twisted her knees around and spun back into a standing form, arms reaching back over her head to grab her ankle as she did. Her huge balls flung outwards even further than the cardinal's impressive chest did as she spun quicker and quicker, all while pulling her ankle higher and straighter, doing an impressive radial high-split that made the crowd burst into applause even before she finished spinning and slowly lowered her long, slender leg back down past her swollen sac. She grinned as she finished the routine with a few more flawless spins and tumbles, and exited to waves of excitement from the crowd and the announcers.

"What a display!" Pierre said, his voice rising with excitement. "Can you believe that? Wow! After posting a did-not-finish in the last round, Cass showed everyone exactly why she's here!"

After basking in the adulation for a few moments, some of Cass's team members approached with bouquets of flowers. The cardinal warbled as she clutched them to her chest, while down in her shorts, the hyper's extra-sized arousal throbbed and dribbled through the fabric, leaving splatters of thick white bird seed along the grass and track.

"It will be hard for anyone to follow a routine like that," Jayda said. Her voice was surprisingly steady despite her entire body, save for the tip of her tail which held the microphone, was fully inside Pierre's muzzle receiving the tongue bath of a lifetime. Her hips slid side to side, shoving outwards against the otter's cheeks. "Lily Boo is up next, however, so let's see what she can do! I believe she also competed in college athletics, like Cass."

The otter nodded, waving the tigress around.

"Mm-hmm! Yowa wewy wight!"

"Let's get back to the action as our second competitor in the gymnastics challenge steps up to the mat..."

Lily Boo leaned her upper torso back across her long taur underbody, arms stretching outwards before rolling to the side. Her enormous breasts followed, flopping and jiggling as she made a complete circle around, then flexed her fingers and wiggled her legs, shaking out the tightness and loosening them up. Her beefy sheath bounced against the soft, spongy springboard, flattening between it and her underbelly, as she lowered her forelegs and stretched her hind end upwards, tail lifting and giving the audience behind a good view of her thick, plump rump cheeks. Her ears folded flat as she waited, eyes closed, for the routine to begin.

There was just no way for a 25-foot-tall taur wielding a sheath and balls as big around as her body was to be as graceful as the cardinal, but Lily Boo proved entertaining and skillful in her own way. The massive fennecwolf's forepaws lifted from the ground, and she reared back, hind legs kicking up and out, before twisting around in midair with a flex and landing upright. The ground trembled as her huge, shaggy paws landed square, and her muzzle dropped open and her tongue flopped out as her massive sheath squeezed into the mat. Her hind legs pressed around either side of her huge balls as she reared back again, this time pivoting around on one leg. She spun almost a full circle before smoothly switching to her other leg, then doing a few more flip-jump-kicks that got plenty of cheers and excitement out of the crowd of spectators. Lily Boo ended the routine with an impressive one-armed handstand, though she could only keep the balance of her enormous underbody for a moment before swinging her, by now, fully aroused and leaking maleness back around beneath her. She bowed low, eliciting an eruption from the geyser jutting between her forelegs, and wagged her bushy tail as the announcers analyzed the routine.

"I thought she held her own, though I'm sure the judges will take off marks for the lack of aerial height in her routine," Pierre said. "I'd still give it a high score, of course, and the handstand at the end was very exciting. The last taur to pull off a handstand in competition was several years ago."

Jayda, chin in her paws, relaxed atop Pierre's head, breasts sagging between his ears as she watched through the windows as Lily Boo padded over to the waiting area of the stadium with the other competitors.

"I definitely enjoyed it! Lily Boo definitely made a big impact here at the gymnastics portion of this competition. Next up to the mat is Quil, who found themselves struggling a bit during the first two rounds."

"Quil is a new competitor, so nerves may be at play here," Pierre said. "Needless to say, for only recently breaking out of the amateur ranks, Quil looks like they could be a future contender."

On the field, Quil grinned and did a few squats, letting the underside of their enormous tail flatten across the mat before their thighs flexed, straightening them back upright. The dragon's immense red cock remained half-hard, draping over the full, massive sac that draped well past their knees. The nine-foot-tall hyper's breasts jiggled with every breath as they put their hands down by their sides and closed their eyes. Taking a deep breath, Quil focused all their energy into the routine, and took a leaping step forward. The dragon's arousal flopped against the mat after the first cartwheel, while their breasts, already swollen and heavy enough to drape past the base of the massive erection, followed suit. Quil tumbled forward, sliding face first across the mat as their dragonshaft erupted behind them, bobbing on top of the huge balls. The dragon got their feet, a bit wobbly, and resumed their routine as the crowd applauded. Ropes of steamy white dragon spooge erupted from the tip of Quil's shaft as they kept going, undaunted and still smiling, and was rewarded with a resounding cheer as she finished the routine on their back, one foot pointed at the floor, hips lifted, breasts wobbling, massive arousal spearing upwards and geysering in an impressive display of draconic production.

"While Quil stumbled early, I think we can chalk that up to bad luck," Pierre said. "Sometimes the complicated routines require timing that's hard to maintain. If you're going off at the wrong time, like halfway through a flip, that can affect your balance and landing."

A loud glorp echoed through the microphone. Jayda, back to the glass, arms spread to the sides, nodded as a huge gush of thick white otter-cum plastered her to the window and ran down her hips and thighs to puddle on the floor.

"Absolutely, Pierre. Quil shows lots of promise, and today just wasn't a lucky debut, unfortunately. Hopefully we'll see more of this exciting hyper in the future!"

Another gush of thick white otter spooge erupted from the tip of Pierre's maleness, which was pinning the white tiger to the glass.

Back on the field, Quil nodded and waved as they trotted off the mat, grinning wide despite knowing they'd take a hit to the score but managed to finish anyway. Yolk high-fived the dragon as he passed, and the blue-furred monkey quickly took his place on the mat. He let his massive arousal lurch forward, flopping in a straight line from his hips, heavy and mostly hard and easily several feet longer than the enormous hypermonkey was tall. His beefy arms and pecs flexed in turn, rippling his fur down to his thighs and calves, as he closed his eyes to focus for a moment.

Yolk began by leaning backwards, fists balled up at his sides, an intense look of concentration of his furrowed brow. His tan chest bulged as he heaved his cock up into the air, then ran forwards while leaning his shoulders back. His tail coiled and assisted the leap forward he took, catapulting himself over while twisting his hips to point his massive stiffness towards the mat. Using his nimble finger-like feet, he quickly stabilized himself, elevating his body into the air with his huge arousal pointed straight down. Yolk paused, getting his balance, then let out a grunt as he flipped forward. The massive maleness flew backwards, sending a flying string of thick pre-cum in a wide arc that splattered from the first row to the balcony deck. The monkey's whole body flipped around, forcing the enormous length to flip with it, and ended with him doing a handstand while propping his immense cannon up with his legs. His abdominals bulged against his tan belly fur as he closed his eyes and grit his teeth with the effort of supporting his own titanic arousal upside down. His toes squeezed and wiggled along the shaft, and the expert edging paid off with a huge blast of seed, the force of which was enough to send Yolk flying backwards. He flipped in midair again, showing off his dexterity, and landed on his feet, cock weaving in the air in front of him, arms outstretched. As he bowed, his tail did a little circular flourish, and he grinned as the cheers and applause rained down. His enormous arousal lurched as he relaxed his control, and immediately dozens of gallons of fresh, thick seed erupted from the tip. A satisfied glazed look covered the monkey's eyes as his team led him off stage, each step and wobble making him moan all the louder.

"Incredible display of strength and grace!" Jayda said. She was seated on the bridge of Pierre's muzzle, legs dangling over the sides. "Just imagine what he could do with a canopy bed!"

"And it looks like we've now reached the four competitors who did the best in the previous event, Jayda," Pierre said. The otter's huge tail, which was twisted and folded and curled around on itself several times over to fit in the booth, twitched as the tip emerged and slid between the tigress's thighs. "First of the top four will be Graith, who's heading out to the center of the mat for her performance. She appears confident and already fully aroused!"

Graith was, indeed, fully aroused, though the sabrekitty saved a few last tricks for the final performance. Taking a deep bow before returning to her upright stance on four large, rosette-spotted legs, the sabrekitty grinned as she closed her eyes and focused.

The crowd let out oohs and aahs as Graith's upper torso climbed into the sky. The sabrekitty's large fangs glinted as her eyes remained closed, even as her head rose higher and higher, until she towered over even Lily Boo, the largest competitor at 25 feet of height. Graith's legs splayed around the edges of the curve of the titanic, swollen balls forcing her up into the air. They were easily thirty feet around and began to roll forward across the springy mat, carrying Graith's upper torso and legs with them. The crowd applauded even louder as the sabrekitty's balls shrank at a rate of several feet per second, while her breasts grew just as much, so that by the time she was fifteen or so feet from hitting the mat face-first, the sabrekitty's bosoms flooded the area, cushioning and bouncing her back.

On the rebound, Graith's legs and arms twisted around in air as she adjusted the mass of her body on the fly, flinging her four-legged form around the wide gymnastics springboards, bouncing off her tits, rump cheeks, balls, and sheath in turn, even managing to end the routine with a flashy horizontal spin as the sabrekitty's immense barbed length windmilled out of her sheath, sending dozens of galls of dark gray ooze splattering across the stadium. As the sabrekitty landed, though, all the droplets froze in midair. The huge balls of gray ooze rippled, then froze and launched directly back towards the sabrekitty, flashily speeding directly around her in tight, dizzying loops before slapping into her breasts, which heaved forward, growing once more. They ended up draping down over her forelegs, obscuring her upper torso completely, as she bowed and waved to the roaring crowds.

"What a show!" Jayda said, nestled up underneath Pierre's huge chin. "I've never seen such precision from a taur before!"

"It looks like the judges enjoyed the show too, Jayda, I'm getting word that they're scoring the routine very highly."

"Exciting!"

"Also exciting - our next competitor, Tatsky the tanuki!"

"Tatsky is the chubby guy with the cute butt, right?"

"Uh... yes, the professional hyper competitor is making his way out onto the mat now... Tatsky looks confident and ready. He's taking a moment to adjust his massive balls, which are almost as tall as he is," Pierre said, eyes narrowing as he focused on describing the action. "The referee's arms are down, and there here goes! Tatsky takes a big jump forward... and..."

The crowd roared and Pierre's eyes widened.

"Uh... it appears that Tatsky misjudged his jump, and ended up with his own balls on top of him. According to the rules, the routine will continue for three minutes, even if all we can see is his butt sticking out... you can definitely see him fighting with his arms, trying to push his own stupendously huge nuts off his head and shoulders... the crowd is chanting, they're hoping for a miracle... you can see the strain in his cheeks every time he clenches. And look! There he goes! They're off!"

The roar of the crowd suddenly cut out as the referee's whistle blew.

"But that's time! Oh, disaster strikes for Tatsky, who put up such a good showing in the first two rounds! The unlikely competitor is definitely going to be able to learn from this experience and take it with him into the next event, won't he, Jayda?"

The tigress nodded as her wide, overly thick tail tickled across Pierre's nose. "You're right! Because the competitions span three rounds, anyone has a chance to win - or lose - at any given moment!"

"Our next contestant is making their way out now," Pierre said. The otter's eyes watered and his nose twitched as the striped black and white tail brushed over his nostrils, but his voice didn't break in the slightest. "Maloo is up next, followed by Xoury. These two have been posting consistently high scores and many expect this to be a fight for first place. Let's watch as the cougar takes up his position at one corner of the mat."

Maloo's body was huge, but his proportions made him look smaller than he was from a distance, lacking the flash of the taurs or the oversized bits of the tanuki. What he did have, though, was a special trick, and he closed his eyes, smoothing the pale fur across his chest with his paws before dropping his chin and inhaling deeply. The big cat's enormous, round orbs, already drawn up tight, shivered and twitched once the referee signaled the start. Immediately the cougar's arousal lurched upwards, and as it flopped back down, Maloo lifted one leg and got onto his tip toes, like a ballet dancer. With his left leg bent and foot propped on his knee, he used the pivot to prod his massive sac as both of his paws stretched around his length. It took only a few practiced squeezes before the twirling cougar's shaft erupted like a fountain. His enormous tail streamed behind, counterbalancing the outswing of his oversized cock and balls. His back curved, shoulders leaning into the force of the spin as he went faster yet, all while ribbons of thick cum as wide as his own arms pumped upwards.

The strands of thick white goo flew upwards, forming intricate patterns and styles in the air before cascading back down and splattering into a musky mess on the spongey springboard. Maloo's claws twitched as his arms weaved and pushed against the forces, guiding the tip of his massive, flexing, pulsing arousal as his pent-up sac produced a seemingly endless supply of seed, each fresh burst adding to the designs floating in air and replacing the ones that fell. Near the end of the routine, with his dark brown cock fully stiff, jerking against his fingers, hardly able to control himself, Maloo grit his teeth and forced himself into the showstopper, something he'd spent weeks perfecting ahead of time: the cumbending cougar created a fully formed, pixel-perfect outline of the SynTech logo fifty feet above his head before flopping backwards, arms outstretched, panting with exhaustion. The huge ropes of musky cougar jizz splattered around him as he grinned, ears perking at the huge cheers.

"Wow!" Jayda said. "What an ending!"

"That really reminds me of the effect Joe Hyper had on the games in the early days," Pierre said. "Maloo has serious moves! Where did that come from?"

"Listen to the crowd! Even the judges are cheering!"

Maloo's team helped him off the mat, supporting the enormous feline as best they could - mostly by massaging and fondling his balls, butt, and legs, which were all his team could reach.

"This is going to take a huge effort by Xoury to win," Pierre said. "Whatever happens, it's going to be close!"

A few minutes later, after a hasty squeegee of the mats, Xoury took up his spot in a corner. The beefy, muscular goat's horns glinted in the light as he grinned, as confident as he was huge. His immense cock, as long as he was tall, stretched out from his hips, bobbing from knee- to nip-height as a steady trickle of pre-cum dribbled from the tip. The big male patted the side of his awesome balls, snorted, and took off at a sprint when the referee signaled the start. For a big guy, Xoury moved quickly. The goat's arms rippled as he threw himself forward into a roll, tucking his head and horns down. Instead of ending up on his feet, though, his massive shaft flexed around in a 360-degree arc before slapping down across the springboard. A gush of seed exploded from the tip as the ricochet carried it back towards Xoury, who didn't dodge or catch it, but used the moment to spin around and drop onto his shoulders.

The impressive goat's hips bounced off the springy mat, keeping the rotation of his massive cock spinning faster, faster, and faster, under the wind his helicoptering caused forced him to squint. Keeping his hips bumping, the goat got faster, faster, faster yet, until his huge shaft whistled loudly through the air with a constant shriek. Xoury's arm suddenly shot up as his legs kicked, and with the moment rapidly transferred from the gushing length into the goat's body, his whole figure went upside down and twisted like a top on one horn. Sprays of thick goat jizz drenched the stage for dozens of feet in all directions as he kicked his legs and let himself fall over, ending in a class breakdancing pose - one leg over the other, propping up his jaw with his hand, while his immense cock draped away from him, scraping side to side as gallons of musky cum poured from the fat, broad crown.

"An impressive showing!" Pierre said. "The integration of breakdancing moves was definitely unique. He also showed us that he's got flexibility and power. Jayda, what do you think?"

"It was a great effort," Jayda said, her eyes somewhat glazed as she stared at the window at the hunky, tan-furred male. "I wonder how much he works out... hmmmm..."

"It looks like the judges have finished scoring, so we'll send it down to our field reporter for the results. Vally, what do you have for us?"

Down on the field, Vally stood on a hastily erected stage along with a few SynTech VIPs. Huge sheets covered giant, three-foot-wide medals.

"Thanks, Pierre. I'm here with the judges, the sponsors, and some of the organizers who were able to fit in the stadium for the medal ceremony. There were certainly lots of amazing competitors today, and I think it's safe to say nobody is going to go home without a feeling of accomplishment at the very least," Vally said. The sheep's black face, half-hidden by the curly white strands of hair covering the rest of his head and body, gestured towards the waiting contestants, several of whom were chatting or exchanging rubs. "Fantastic sportsmanship on display as we wait for the results... here come the judges..."

A large brown bear with a bit of grey around the muzzle and a massive erection as large as his seven-foot-tall frame let his cock slap down along the stage as he leaned into the microphone.

"As you know, we'll only be announcing the competitors who medaled in first, second, or third place," he said. "We added the scores from each of the three rounds to get our winning trio. The bronze medal for third place goes to... Graith!"

One of the other people on the stage pulled the sheet away from the bronze medal, which looked like a pair of balls with the words "Huge World of Hyper Sports" running around the edges over and over. Though it was several hundred pounds of pure bronze, when Graith trotted over to the stage, waving and beaming as the crowds cheered, she picked it up without a problem and dropped it around her neck by the heavy-duty chain welded to it.

"Our silver medalist... Xoury!"

The big goat grinned as he also collected his medal, as large and shiny as Graith's, though made of silver. It bounced across his pecs as he jogged back into line, waving and flexing his biceps as he went.

"And finally, today's champion... Maloo!"

Maloo pumped his fists, as well as several spouts of thick white cougar cum, into the air as he jogged to the stage and collected his gold medal, which glinted and shone in the sun almost as much as his velvety soft, deep pelt of golden-brown fur. The cougar held his medal aloft in one paw, showing it off as he high-fived some of the other hypers.

"Ahem. Thanks to all of you for doing your best today, and we hope that you'll all continue to compete in future events. Thanks to our sponsors, SynTech, we're pleased now to offer all of you this complementary horde of otters," the bear said, reading from a small card, squinting occasionally. "Release the otters!"

The entire judges stand suddenly shuddered. Vally grabbed his mic and bleated with alarm as the whole structure rolled backwards, revealing a long, sloping tunnel downwards into the earth beneath. Chittering, chattering echoes sounded up the ramp, which began to light up as dozens upon dozens upon dozens of webbed feet slapped against concrete, charging up the ramp as fast as they could go. Within thirty seconds, the first hundred were out of the tunnel, with hundreds more spilling out behind. The otters swarmed the competitors, climbing up on them and bringing them down, until only a variety of massive cocks occasionally erupting appeared over the sea of dark brown backsides and tan bellies.

Up in the announcer's booth, Jayda was nowhere to be seen. Pierre grinned as he watched the scene below, still narrating as the eight competitors got to enjoy a full-on otter horde.

"Back in my day, they were fennecs," the enormous otter mused. From under his paw, some gurgling. "Jayda, what do you think? Fennecs or otters?"

The tigress could only make a weak thumbs up gesture as her muzzle distended around the immense tip of the otter's length. Her breasts and belly had substantially grown in size, hiding the true thickness of the otter's maleness.

"Well, folks, thanks for tuning in to this week's Huge World of Hyper Sports! Remember - if you can grow it, you can achieve it! That's all from me, Pierre McThrobbin, and this week's guest announcer, Jayda Ripley. Goodbye!"

The otter simply stood up then, exploding out of the top of the announcer booth with the bloated white tigress hanging from his immense length. Clambering down the back of the stadium, Pierre kept a huge paw wrapped around Jayda's belly as he strolled down the center of the street, pausing at stoplights and otherwise obeying the rules of traffic as he pumped his stalk deeper, flooding the tigress even further.

"By the way, was your place on the east side?"

The tigress's tail twitched once for yes, and the otter grinned. He was really enjoying all the new co-hosts lately.

The end