Kiume
Author's Notes: Hi, all. This story is actually based on Psychoram's pic Kiume at this URL: http://www.yiffstar.com/index.yiff?pid=28382
I emailed PsychoRam for his green light, as this story uses a character of his but since he has not responded in almost a week, and I'm an impatient bastard, I'm putting it up for approval anyway. If PsychoRam should see this and disapprove, then I will of course remove the story posthaste.
Enjoy! My longest story yet...
Also, the usual legal crap about being 18 (21).
Kiume woke up grinning. He felt it throughout his body, vibrating from his head to his hooves. Today was a good day. Today, he could do anything. The feeling had stoked his inner fire, and he noticed himself standing at attention. Pleasuring himself was one of the things Kiume usually partook of in the morning, but not today. No, today, he had to save himself for the match. The final was today, so he had had no yiff of any kind for a week.
He got up and stood in front of the full-length mirror on the back of his door, studying himself in his reflection. This was a morning ritual. He started at his hooves, and worked upwards, tensing each muscle as he went, gaining an acute awareness of each part of his striped body, of each muscle, large or small, of each breath, each heartbeat, each blink of his green eyes. It was this skill which had made him so good at what he did, this ability to innately sense every part of his body. He remembered the day - was it only a year ago? - that he had been invited into the ring.
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Kiume stood, stretching out his body, tensing each muscle in turn, becoming slowly aware of his body and his surroundings. He checked the clock, 9:45. He had slept in. No problem - he was between jobs at the moment, and had plenty of time to do whatever he wished. He heard something drop through the mail slot downstairs.
Wait, that's not right. The mail should already have arrived.
_Puzzled, he wandered down the stairs to the front door. Indeed, the mail had been delivered already, but on top of the pile, there lay a vividly coloured pamphlet. He picked it up, and, meandering into the kitchen, began to read.
"The Erodrome - Will you enter the ring?"
Ten minutes later, Kiume had a job once again_
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Coming back to reality, Kiume smiled. His new job at what most furs called the Yiffadrome was a dream come true. The Yiffadrome was an old wrestling stadium that had been modified somewhat. The ring was still used, but the rules were different. Any style of fighting could be used, so long as no major injuries were sustained by either party. The match was fought naked, and best of all, the winner screwed the loser. Instead of snacks, the concession stands now sold toys. Flavoured condoms, cock rings, dildos and vibrators, name it, and it would be found for you. As could be expected, the stands were always awash in orgasmic activities during the matches.
It was a job perfectly suited to him. Kiume had been a wrestler all his life, and his libido was legendary among his peers. Since that day perhaps not quite a year ago, he had changed radically. The wiry musculature so common to those of his species had been replaced, through a rigorous weightlifting regimen, with solid, bulging slabs of rippling muscle. With even further training he had not only maintained, but increased, the agility inherent to all zebras, and all of these results, he had gotten through his ability. His sense of his own body had allowed him to take his limits, and push them until he got results. And the results came quickly.
His muscles were not the only thing he had trained. He had also mercilessly pushed the boundaries of his sexual endurance. After all, you had to give the audience a good show... He chuckled. He had REALLY enjoyed that part. He loved his cock, he worshipped it. He was proud of the fact that, without enhancement of any kind, the biological aspect of his species gave him an 18-inch zebrahood...and the balls to match. Having so much dick was the good part. More cock meant more nerves...and more pleasure.
He realized that he could feel his testes churning, and that he wouldn't be able to restrain himself if his thoughts continued along that track much longer. He willed himself back into his sheath, and after a minimal meal, made his way into his home gym. That was another benefit of working in the ring. Customers paid well to watch on pay-per-view, and even better to watch live, beside the ring. All of this was added to the fact that Kiume himself was the new star player, which meant that he was paid very well. Gone was the small, cruddy, three-room apartment. He now had a huge house, complete with hot tub, home gym, and TV room with full entertainment system, including an enormous, super-high-def 114-inch plasma television that would not yet be released to the public for another three years (courtesy of his employers' excellent connections). It wasn't a mansion, that would be too big, but it still qualified as huge.
He figured that just a light workout would be best. Just to keep him on his toes. Treadmill, pushups, squats, hand weights, crunches...that should be good enough. After all, it wouldn't do to exhaust himself before the match even began. He had to spread everything out over the day, though, to keep himself in top physical condition for the match. He checked the clock. He had 5 and half hours to fill before he had to leave at seven. No problem. He smoothly began his workout routine, and lost himself in the heat of physical exertion, letting cleansing sweat mat his fur.
Several hours later, after a refreshing workout and a short shower, Kiume was speeding down the highway in his Porsche (another perk). By the time he arrived at the ring, he was humming with anticipation, and his shaft was humming with something else. Changing was a breeze. He wore a simple robe outside to protect the eyes of the easily-scandalized (afraid of their own arousal, in his opinion) general public, but once inside the building, he took it off. He liked the fact that most of his life was spent naked, or nearly so. The crowd had already entered. He could hear them cheering from the seats, even through the several feet of concrete between them and the locker room. He did a few stretches while waiting to hear his name announced, and quickly scanned his memory for the information he had received about his opponent for the night's match.
As far as he could recall, his opponent was a bear, Orsus, alias "Kuma". His fighting style was a special form of Kuma Jinken, a style used by most bears, consisting of wide, sweeping movements designed to wind and knock down the adversary, and making full use of a bear's large, stocky build and heavy weight. He made a mental note not to get hit, as a blow from his rival, with over 300 pounds of muscle behind it, would take him out easily. Luckily, he could use his superior speed to outflank - and there it was. The announcer had already announced the challenger, and his name was about to come up on the PA. It was his time to shine.
He sauntered slowly up to the ring, and, ducking between the ropes, quickly checked out his competitor. Typical bear: Short-ish, very stocky, slabs of muscle, heavy, lumbering and slow. He was every inch a bear, right down to his cock, which, like most bears', was not particularly long, only about 8 inches, but unbelievably thick. Then the match began. Kuma got into a ready stance, but Kiume, cool and arrogant, leant in the corner of the ring, his ebony zebrahood fully erect and dripping precum. Almost casually, making sure the entire audience saw, he slowly crooked a finger, and pointed at his cock, which he slowly began to stroke with his other hand. Kuma licked his lips, pretending fear, but Kiume saw the lust in his eyes. The bear WANTED his meat inside him. He made a mental bet that Kuma would throw the match, just to get fucked. He also noticed the crowd. The veterans knew that the best part was yet to Come, but some of the newbies were furiously engaged in every sexual act imaginable. They would empty themselves too early, go home disappointed. Oh well, there were always some of those. It just meant that they would come back a little wiser next time.
He refocused on the match, and as he had predicted, he won. It was too easy. The bear's movements were slow and ponderous, and he avoided them easily. It quickly became apparent that his adversary's own weight would work against him, and so it did. Kuma slowed, and eventually stopped, while Kiume remained fresh, and pinned him easily. Winner, declared the referee. Now came the fun part.
Kuma was no longer faking fear. He was horny, and it was showing. He was panting hard, no longer from tiredness, but from the sight of the giant zebra prick before him. Kiume could feel his balls churning uncontrollably, feel his sac stretched tight over the massive amount of semen that had built up inside over the course of the past few days, but he restrained himself, as best he could, and whispered into the ursine's ear.
"Bad Kuma. You took a dive, and you're going to have to make up for it. Now you be a good Grizzly and swallow my cock. All of it."
He approached the bear slowly, and kneeled. Kuma, on his knees as well, opened his mouth wide, accepting the offering. The zebra slowly moved his gigantic pole deeper and deeper into the hot, wet orifice, reaching the back of Kuma's throat. He moaned in pleasure, and pushed deeper. The ursine didn't even gag.
Mmm. I've got myself a pro. This is going to be good.
He inhaled the heady scent of mixed bear and zebra musk. His arousal was getting the better of him. He had to slow down. He pushed deeper yet, down the bear's throat. Still no gag. The more of his cock was engulfed, the less control he had. He felt himself slipping, and realised that he was not going to be able to maintain control, so he made no attempt. He abandoned himself to his lust. He growled in pleasure
"I am going to mate your throat, Bear. You are going to feel my meat for weeks!"
The bear growled back, sending vibrations up and down the length of the equine's shaft. That was when the convulsions started.
He's gagging, thought Kiume. No, that can't be right.
Then he realized what the ursine was doing. He was swallowing, massaging the gigantic zebra dick with his throat. Kiume went wild. He pumped his cock down the tight passage in front of him, as Kuma kept growling and squeezing his throat muscles. He picked up the pace, his balls slapping the bear's chin. Kuma, meanwhile, was pawing furiously to the pace of the pounding he was receiving. The scent of their musks slowly permeated the stadium, mingling with those from the audience, which could be seen in an orgiastic frenzy of sucking, pawing, mating, and cumming.
Kiume could feel himself building up to the most spectacular orgasm of his career. The slick wetness of Kuma's throat was too much for him. He roared, shaking the entire stadium as he came. The ursine had to swallow his first jet. He had no choice, as it was pretty much injected into his stomach. Then the equine pulled back, and the bear found himself struggling to keep up with the volume of musky-sweet horsecum. His face and front were blasted with powerful jets of jism from the zebra's cock. He swallowed as much as he could, until his stomach was bursting with it, and yet it still kept coming. His fur became saturated. It was the most arousing experience of his life.
Things were far from over, however. Both contestants had built up their stamina to incredible levels, and the result: they were both still hard and horny as ever. Kiume held up a hand, and some of the regulars, realizing what it was that he wanted, extricated themselves from the mass orgy long enough to pelt him with bottles of lube.
"Alright, Bear. Turn around. You're getting the full treatment tonight."
Instead, the bear leant back on the ropes in the ring, presenting a neat view of his puckered rear entrance. Even all that cum would not be enough lube for a cock Kiume's size, so the zebra slathered himself with the product and nimbly pressed his 18-inch shaft up against the ursine ass in front of him. Slowly, he advanced, parting his mate's ass and popping in the flared tip of his dick. The bear moaned as the colossal cock sunk slowly into his depths. Finally, Kiume was able to hilt himself, his groin pressing up against Kuma's rear. He had no idea how the bear was able to take him all. It must have taken years of training, but the effects were incredible.
"Godsdamnit, your ass is tight, Bear."
"For a cock that size," replied Kuma in his first speech of the night, "everything is tight."
Kiume began thrusting violently into the bear's ass, the elastic ropes on which the ursine was leaning becoming taut, and then sending them crashing roughly back together again. Kuma was in bliss. The stimulation from such a cock was incredible. His prostate wasn't being rubbed - it was being slammed, and his rock hard bearhood was responding with huge jets of precum. The zebra was pounding at a demonic pace, sweat pouring down his body, mounting the tight tunnel like he had never before. They both felt their orgasms building, and Kuma, feeling his guts inundated with yet more of the zebra's seed, came gloriously, spraying the zebra's chest with his juices, releasing his own week's worth of cum. Panting, they collapsed beside each other, exhausted from their tryst.
"You are coming to live with me." Kiume told the bear when he had caught his breath.
"Wouldn't have it any other way."
"Shower together?"
"Yup."
And they passed out, side by side on the mat.
The news traveled quickly, and by the next day, it was on the lips of the entire city - Kuma and Kiume had set a world record: longest recorded mass orgy. Sitting together on the sofa, the two lovers smiled as they watched the news on TV, complete with (tastefully censored) picture of them, collapsed on the floor of the ring, passed out in a lake of white.
"So hun," the bear asked pensively, "when do I get a rematch?"