The Champion
Today we will be witnessing a battle to the last drop. A battle of muscle, stamina, willpower and pure LUST!
The champion
By BigLutris
It is pitch dark in here but the echoes of the muttered conversations, the rustling of fur and clothes and the shuffling of hundreds of feet, paws and hooves makes it clear that this is a very big, cavernous space.
There is a dry draft here, over the mixed sounds of the large audience you can hear the soft humming and wheezing of air conditioning. The air is filled with anticipation and excitement. It is hard to pinpoint what gives that impression but you can almost feel it in your fur like when you are standing too close to your weird neighbour in the elevator, her cat-fur bristling against yours until you are ready to either scream and stab her to death and shave her or explode in a lightning ball of static electricity. That is what it feels like in here. Except for the stabbing of course. The mood here, though excited, is relaxed and good humoured. Every now and again a short burst of laughter or high pitched giggle pierces the underlying murmuring of the crowd.
Because of the darkness your radius of vision measures about 2 seats around you, the people in the third seat already appear as mere shadows around your peripheral vision.
You are seated between a guy and a girl. The ... dude is probably the more appropriate word for him doesn't look very clever but does definitely not lack muscle. He certainly never misses leg day. He wears a relaxed grin on his equine muzzle and surveys his surroundings with big brown eyes. Slumbered back in his seat and chucking down a gulp of his beer every now and again he doesn't seem bothered in the least by the fact that he can't actually survey but only look at the same people around him again and again. Probably takes him a bit longer to get bored than it would take a person with a more brainy approach to life. Good for him.
Although you don't know him you are not sitting next to him by chance. You dig muscle. Dig 'em big time. The moment you spotted him in the check-in line you knew you'd at least like to take your chances and made sure to be seated at least near him. Having scored a seat right next to him, where you can actually feel his massive arm brush against yours every now and again, was equal parts luck and your friend to your right. The girl. Despite her cute, girly and bouncy exterior she can be a ruthless ... she IS your friend but if it walks like a duck ... she can be a ruthless bitch. Your inability to take your eyes off of that stud's massive rump even when your ticket was called made it clear to her what you want and being your friend she made sure you got it. Even if it meant some bruised ribs and a crushed tit on the way there. Her hight heels certainly helped. Those things look fucking scary.
Looking at her now you can't help but smile. You really do love her. Thinking about it, she is probably the only person in the known universe as much of a bitch as you yourself are. And definitely the only person who'd never judge you for your kinks. That's why she is here
actually, you wouldn't have been able to go with anyone else. She is also kind and caring and you know that if (when) you should drink too much here, she'd kick you into a taxi to get you home (yes, kick, her gentleness has limits as has her patience with hysterically laughing and singing drunken otters). She is full of juxtapositions and contradictions. Your give her arm a loving squeeze and nuzzle her hair a bit with your broad nose to give some expression to the wave of affection washing over you. She turns her head to look at you with big eyes in surprise but she doesn't say anything. She probably knows what you're thinking anyway.
You just hope that big hunk of stallion meat on your other side doesn't think you're straight or something. Ah well, if ... when the time comes you'll make sure he knows what you're up to and he's in for.
In front of you is a group of ... raccoons? Skunks? You're not really sure. Small fluffy things, 2 males, 2 females (you guess) that giggle and whisper among them. Great thing you're sitting NEXT to one of the biggest people here and not behind him. You recline and let your eyes wander into the darkness beyond your little island of bought happiness (only 250 bucks a pop .. yay ... this shit better be worth it) and wait. Not much else to do at the moment anyway except idly playing with the tip of your tail and fantasizing about the tip of other strong and (hopefully) big things.
Suddenly, almost like in a bad movie, you hear stereotypical, explosive clicking. They are turning on the lights. You almost jump out of your seat with excitement and flash the stallion dude a wide grin. The murmuring of the crowd raises, one or two cheers, closely followed by laughter, echo through the huge construction. More hollow clicking and with a little delay spotlights explode to life, bathing you and the audience in blinding, colourful light. The cheering intensifies until you feel like everyone here is screaming at the top of their lungs. And nothing is even happening yet. You wonder ... but when the announcer steps out onto the stage into the light of a single white spotlight your half formed question is answered. As soon as the well known dog appears in the beaming, flashing spotlight on-stage everyone jumps up and starts trampling the wooden floor with everything they have, feet, paws, hooves, more hooves... from the sound of it a whole fucking lot of hooves and screams and cheers and you cant stop yourself, you jump up as well, trample the flooring and incant his name with your fellow audience. You cast a sheepish glance left and right but they are out just out of bounds as you are. This is crazy, how did this go from 0 to full throttle so quickly? You guess if everyone was just as exited as you were, it does make sense.
The announcer slowly raises his microphone towards his muzzle, smiling, letting his sparkling gaze wander left and right, nodding slowly as if greeting everyone personally. You are sure he winks at you in particular and start cheering all the harder. For some reason the people around you do the same. Losers.
"LADIES, INBETWEENERS AND GENTLEMEEEEEEEEEN"
YAY a lot of yay actually. You feel as if your ears are about to pop from the cheering.
"WELCOOOME TO THE 57th ANNUAL CHAMPIONSHIP OOOOF ENDURAAANCE"
If possible the noise becomes even louder. You are sure by now there are the first casualties from heart failure or just pure exhaustion from screaming, trampling and clapping.
While he waits for a few moments, smiling benevolently, he moves a bit to the side to the stage and extends an arm towards the stage, which still remains in a shroud of impenetrable darkness.
The announcer's smile becomes almost apologetic as he proclaims: "As per tradition one of the combatants picked the stage after a vicious battle of rock-paper-scissors." Laughter pearls through the audience and the announcer smiles. That the, from a tactical point of view vital, essential, pick o' stage is decided upon r-p-s has always been a source of mockery but hey, it is tradition.
The dog, bathed in light, draws a deep breath and bellows into his microphone again:
"LADIES, INETWEENERS AND GENTLEMEEEEEEEEEN, I give youuuu .... THE STAAAAAAGE..." when the last sounds of his deep, booming voice trail off into the depths of the studio the stage light comes on and reveals .... a kitchen. Roaring laughter erupts from the crowd, you cant help yourself and stumble backwards, holding your sides from laughing. Right into the stud who catches you and gives you a wink before steadying you on your paws. Oh nice, but right now the stage is more important than him.
Seriously, a kitchen. Your suspicions are confirmed when the stage stationed dog huffs into his microphone over a chuckle: "As our beloved audience may have guessed, the defending champion won and decided upon the surroundings for this here event TODAY!"
It does make sense. You remember a couple of years ago ... three, four? ... one of the challenger set the stage and it was a panopticum of tentacles, dripping, slimy, wet and frotting. Need to know your competition for this kind of sports. Naturally back than the championship didn't last very long and the challenger won.
This year the stage is mundane, a regular kitchen counter, complete with shelves and sink and oven. A table in the middle, a light blue wax-cloth spread across. And another counter on the far side, which actually has a little vase on it with 3 dandelions in it. You almost expect Cinderella to pop up and burst into song. Instead of her singing along with a couple of avian friends though, the light dims and your focus is forced once more towards the announcer. He raises his microphone, capturing the audience with his glare. He doesn't say anything, just looks at every. single. individual. How the fuck does he do that? No wonder he is so successful. The
noise dies down, something important is going to happen. Everyone can feel it. The dog-on-stage wiggles his eyebrows meaningfully. A few people chuckle, as do you. He is cute.
He almost whispers: "Gentlemen. Ladies. Inbetweeners." It is so quiet now you could hear a needle drop. An amazing feat in a studio that houses at least a thousand people of very varying sizes.
His voice grows into a booming roar as he all bit screams into his microphone:
"I GIVE YOU .... THE CHAMPIOOOOOON...."
All lights zero in on a spot at the back of the stage and reveal the holder of the title: "World Champion in Endurance."
The crowd all but explodes. The stage is showered with a rain of underwear, from lacy bras over tiny g-strings to tent sized boxer shorts.
The champion grins from fluffy ear to fluffy ear as he strides forward, throwing kisses all around towards the audience. He even gathers up a few tokens of appreciation and presses them against his muzzle, making a show of swooning over the smell.
If you thought that the noise and applause that greeted the announcer was tremendous, you were gravely mistaken. If right now a remote controlled cargo plane full of glass, tin pots and china crackers crashed right next to the studio, you wouldn't hear it. People are done cheering, they just give into their animalistic nature and make the sounds they were born to make. You hear roaring, barking, trumpeting, whinnying, meowing, screeching, tittering at a volume level that is humanly impossible and incomprehensible. All mashed together in this large but yet finite space are the pure, feral sounds of the deep jungle, the wide, open plains and the freezing mountain tops (not to forget the sea but knowing they could never compete with the sound of the sea, sea-creature's sounds are usually not very impressive). This is already fucking awesome. Your yourself titter and screech, a bit embarrassed by giving into your feral nature. Your species really hasn't been blessed with impressive manly vocal organs. But hey, you look good, you don't have to sound good. Right now that doesn't matter in the least anyway, everyone is focused on the still smiling, hip wiggling figure on the stage.
The champion is a male hare. That is rather unsurprising, along with a few other species lapines are the leading species in this sport. He is normally tall for his species, standing at what you estimate about 1.60m, not a gram of fat on his chiseled body. He is not overly muscular but damn is he ripped. Obviously he trims his white dusty fur to make the hills and valleys of his muscles stand out even better. His fluffy skin hugs his broad shoulders and wide, pronounced pecs. His waist is incredibly narrow, making his upper body seem even wider than it actually is. He is at the moment wearing loose cargo shorts that hug his butt nicely otherwise though hang loosely over his toned, flexible legs. He is barefoot, letting everyone interested marvel at his
incredibly big and strong feet. Covered in a bit darker fur, creamy, almost vanilla in colour and looking soooo soft. Ugh bunnies are cute.
His head is adorned with a spiky mohawk, obviously dyed in an icy blue that complements his incredibly light blue, almost standard cyan eyes. A pair of floppy, no doubt sensitive, ears hang down from the side of his head, swishing gently whenever he takes a bouncing step.
When he arrives at his spot next to the announcer he does a backflip and strikes a pose, presenting his guns and the size of his very noticeable biceps. The crowd ignites again at this show of male physique and a new shower of underwear starts hitting the stage. Did these people actually BRING spare underwear to this? You should have known that .. you don't have anything to throw (wink, wink).
The announcer raises his microphone again and the crowd quiets down a bit (a bit!).
"Inbetweeners, Ladies, Gentlemen. Adaaaaaaaam RICHARRRRDDDSSSSS. Holder of the title WORLD! CHAMPION! of Endurance the third year running. Will he be able to defend his title, if not his honour," ... here another burst of laughter from the audience, "yet again?"
The cute hare nods grinning, showing off his body again, eliciting more encouraging cheers from the crowd.
"Ladies..."
The announcer looks at the giddy audience.
The audience enjoys itself and looks back.
"I SAID LADIIEEES....!!!!"
Getting the hint, all females jump up and start cheering yet again. The males smile and applaud, not just a few measuring up and grinning at all the wiggly flesh around them.
"INBETWEENERS!!!!"
More people join the laughing and dancing ladies, bouncy tits and some swollen crotch areas abound.
"And GENTLEMEEEN!!!!"
Now the entire audience is on their feet, paws and hooves again, some already starting to rub against each other while cheering, screaming at the stage and each other or just aimlessly, excited just from being excited.
"I GIVE YOU .... THE CHALLENGEEEERRRRSSSSS....."
With a flourish he motions to the back of the stage again, the spotlights again zeroing in on the two large figures in the background.
The audience reacts almost as loud as it did before, just a few boos mixed into the cheers. The champion is a very popular man.
As the two people step forward, also smiling, flexing and grinning those few negative sounds die away quickly, they both are quiet a sight to behold. Of course everyone knew who the contestants would be but seeing them in the (plentiful) flesh is something else. TV just doesn't do them justice.
Your eyes flitter between those two, for a moment unable to decide who actually is hotter.
The Tiger Herm or the Dragon?
The tiger is fucking huge for his species. In his life he must have devoured and absorbed at least 10 other tigers to become this picture of pure tigerness. He stands at least 2.30m tall, strings and what looks like melon sized knots of muscle rippling under is tight, furry skin. He stands next to the hare, dwarfing him and just rolls his shoulders, presenting his massive mountains of flesh to the audience and the cameras (and thus the world). It looks as if a dozen smaller tigers hug his bones, creating this striped hunk of muscle.
On his chest .. you gulp. Dem tits man. Unrestricted by unnecessary modesty they stand proudly, firm and brimming with virility and tiger-milk. They look hard and soft and squishy all at the same time, swaying from side to side when he (yea, he.. by the rules of this sport, gender is defined but dick or pussy - if you have both you're not allowed to participate because it gives you an unfair advantage - though you probably have a lot of other advantages in life) walks. He smirks and winks at the audience, well aware of one of his most remarkable features. He presses his massive arms together under his tit-flesh to make his boobs stand out even more, the perky nipples glistening moistly in the spotlight. The crowd reacts immediately and with almost as much furor as they greeted the champion. The obviously like tits, especially a pair this juicy.
His bulgy legs stretch another pair of cargo shorts - your eyes dart towards the dragon - yup, cargo shorts seem to be the clothing of choice this evening - that leave his chiseled calves and fluffy, big and round orange paws for all the world to marvel at. For a moment you wonder what those shorts might hide for you and the audience to discover shortly but an especially lewd display of acrobatic potency draws your eyes to the towering dragon next to the black-orange display of pure sex.
Man, its a fucking dragon. They are not that rare but the amount of space each and everyone of that species needs limits their appearance in cities. They tend to live in the country doing ... well, looking at this guy all he does is hit the gym, eat and fuck. Probably in that order.
Where the tiger is huge for his species, the dragon is just plain that. Huge. Motherfucking dragon.
3m? 3something? Its hard to judge, you don't have anything to compare his size to. BECAUSE HE IS A FUCKING DRAGON.
He wears a relaxed smile on his draconic muzzle, the little gray mohawk running between his horns down his back right up his trunk-like tail until it ends in a little fluff.
He has the width to go with the height. Bulging muscles, clearly visible under his smooth scaly skin. He doesn't even have to move to make his slabs of meat swell under his skin. His muscles seemingly having a will of their own. A swelling of a massive pec here, a tremble through his wing-like lats there. You can't decide whether the contrast between the blue scales of his arms and back and the brilliantly white scales makes his pecs look bigger or his lats. Everything about him is just fucking big. And he GLEAMS. Did he actually polish that shit? Probably, this is as much a show as it is a sports event after all.
The only other thing he wears besides his smile are the apparently obligatory cargo shorts which strain to contain his legs. You can imagine them being happy that they don't have to contain his calves as well, like two watermelons sqished under his stretched skin. His feet ... paws are almost as big as the hare's entire leg, ending in 3 toes with strong, black talons.
Holy shit, he is impressive. If you didn't know what Richard Adams was capable of doing (and taking) you'd feel sorry for the guy. As things stand you are looking forward to one of the most interesting championships of recent memory.
The announcer moves between the hare and the tiger and puts a paw on his wrist, intending to raise it. Unfortunately he is much shorter than the bulging tiger but the contestant catches the drift and raises his arm, paw clenched to a tight fist. He grins and grinds is hips to the rhythm of the crowd's cheering as he is introduced.
"Gentlemen, Ladies, Inbetweeners. A shooting star in the world of our humble sport. A picture of determination and stamina. A contestant more than worthy to stand HERE! ... TODAY! ... WITH YOU!!! - I give you Rud KIPYAAAAAAAA...."
The tiger takes a step forward and then drops to the floor to do some one armed push-up, his tits squishing against the stage's floor ... And damn that name invites for chanting. Instantly in sync with his push-ups the crowd cheers:
"Kip-YEAH! - Kip-YEAH! - Kip-YEAH! - Kip-YEAH!" The hare got the panties, the tiger got his own chant - only fair it seems.
Thinking of the challenge that lies ahead of him the tiger obviously doesn't want to exhaust himself too much and lightly springs back to his paws, giving his final double-gun salute to the unending delight of the audience.
The announcer smiles and steps between Kip and the dragon. He smiles up to him and actually starts laughing softly into his mic.
After a few seconds and a confused glance from the towering dragon he says: "I wont even try to raise your hand, so please just lift it, ok?"
A roar of laughter explodes from the audience and a deep chuckle shakes the dragon. Dutifully, now grinning like mad he raises his right arm over his head and pounds his fist to the rhythm of the audience.
"Inbetweeners, Gentlemen, Ladies .. WHATCANISAYHEISAFUCKING DRAGON!" Trampling, laughter and cheering swell up to a new high at these roared words.
"I give you AKURO NOLASTNAMELIKEPRINCE THE DRAGOOOOOOOOOOOON"
To your amazement another shower of undergarments flies towards the stage. Seems like a born audience's favourite. You can't imagine this to be prepared, so you think that this has to actually be the real deal.
The announcer also looks a bit surprised but quickly composes himself and strides towards the edge of the stage, the spotlights following him. You can see the three contestants in the half-light behind the famous dog, chatting amongst themselves friendly in hushed voices. You realise that there has never been any aggressive rivalry in this sport. Naturally though, "I'm gonna pleasure you into the floor so hard" can only be said with so much aggression in your voice. It is also noteworthy that this year there are three male contestants, while not highly unusual, it has been a while since no female made it into the championships. You don't mind though. Actually it is really hot.... You focus on the stage again as you notice the crowd growing considerably more silent.
"LADIESGENTLEMENINBETWEENERS AND THE WHOLE! WORLD!
WELCOME!
TO!
THE!
57THANNUALCHAMPIONSHIP OOOOOOF ...
ENDURAAAAAAANCE."
All lights spring to life again, the booming bass of the music can be felt in your deepest insides and you find yourself jumping to the beat.
Seems like the show is about to begin.
Your announcer is putting in everything now, the cameras seemingly giving him even more enthusiasm, although it now seems a bit ... staged. Everything before was more genuine. Not surprising though.
"Today we will be witnessing a battle to the last drop. A battle of muscle, stamina, willpower and pure LUST!
We will be witnessing the rise of a new champion or we will see the continuation of a LEGEND!
I doubt that there is ONE of you who doesn't know them but I have to announce them nonetheless, Ladiesgentlemeninbetweeners, THE RULES!
The champion is to be pleasured using every appendage AVAILABLE!
NO penisvaginaotherreproductiveorgan that does not belong to your own body is to be touched by handclaworpaw by punishment of disqualifiCATION!
The champion will be given 4 rounds to make the contestants cum. Each round the contestants switch orifice..... HOLE!"
Laughter at this, cheering, the lot.
Grinning the popu-dog continues:
"The contestants will be given 4 rounds to make the champion cum. Each round the contestants switch orifice.
Three round 4 minutes each, last round AS! LONG! AS! IT! TAKES!
Last one to cum WILL! BE! CHAMPIOOOOON!"
That dog's voice is inexhaustible. He can make himself heard over the manic ravings of the cheering crowd. It is amazing.
"Gentlemen, Inbetweeners, Ladies. WE! TODAY! Will be witnessing not ONE, not TWO but THREE of our finest to catch a glimpse of HEAVEN!!!
Watch with me, stand witness with me, SHOUT WITH ME OUR MOTTO..."
Everyone, everything every...ever is on their feet, paws, hooves, out of their minds, grinding the air, the chairs, each other, everything, dancing, jumping, screaming. The studio trembles, the flooring bends and wobbles under the audience's combined onslaught. You can imagine one billion people all over the planet shouting at the top of their lungs:
"WE FUCKING LOVE AND WE LOVE FUCKIIIIIIING!!!!"
A bow, a smile and a thrown kiss (at you, you're sure) aaaand stage dog.
Anticipation spreads like a particularly catchy virus through each and every creature in the audience. The cheering dies down, all you can hear is the panting of everyone around you as their heads clear and they actually remember that their mouths and maws can be used for breathing as well as screaming.
The stage is barely lit. You can see shadows moving, apparently the contestants are in position already. Why don't they turn on the lights? Probably drawing out the tension as long as possible. Commentators on TV talking tactics and technique, calculating odds and all that what
comes with big sports events. You ask yourself, what are you gonna see? Are they gonna try to save time and be naked right away or strip on stage and thereby taking the more sensual approach? You are getting more excited and impatient by the second, you wanna know what those cargo-shorts were hiding.
After what seems to be an eternity finally the lights go on properly.
A murmur runs through the audience. The time for cheering is over, this is serious now.
Apparently the contestants took a mixed approach.
Adam is lying flat on his back on the table, naked. He has his knees up, his balls and dick still flaccid and not visible right now, probably hanging down low between his upturned cheeks. Maybe they want to protect his poor asshole from what is to come for as long as possible.
Kneeling behind him, his soft boobs on the table, is Kip. He cradles the hare's head between his voluminous tits, stroking his sides gently. Every now and again his paws traverse the masculine bunny's chest, giving his nipples exquisitely rough attention with his thumb.
The tiger is naked, but crouches on his haunches as he is, you can't really see his junk. It is obstructed by his massive thigh. Shame, not hard yet.
Adam's head thusly propped up by a spacious amount of boob-flesh he is "forced" to look at Akuro. You can tell that he does not mind his situation at all. He smiles and seems genuinely relaxed. He watches the dragon through half lidded eyes and you almost expect him to purr under the tiger's gentle caress.
Akuro is standing across from the other two, facing them, still wearing his cargos. When he can be sure to have the hare's (and everyone else's) undivided attention he slowly starts unbuttoning his already visibly bulging gear. Adam licks his lips in anticipation. Two thousand eyes (plus/minus a few) are following the torturing slow movements of Akuor's strong hands as button after button pops open. The cargos slip down a bit, halted in their descent by the dragons immensely strong ass. It is enough though to reveal the base of a fat, black dragon dick. You hear fur and clothing rustle as you and everyone else leans forward, eager to see the rest of this promising slab of dragon-meat.
The dragon leans back a little bit, pushing his crotch towards the impatiently waiting hare. The fabric strains as it oh so slowly slides down the dragon's thighs to reveal more and more of the ass stretching rod of cock. Inch after deliciously veined inch appears, the waistband of the shorts almost around the dragon's knees and still there is more half hard dick hidden. It is a wonder it didn't dangle out of one of the shorts' leg earlier. The tip has yet to emerge from the confinements of Akuro's wardrobe and already the hare and the audience is looking at about 14 inches of fat meat. That thing isn't even hard yet and you are sure you'd have trouble wrapping one of your webbed a paws around it, that's how thick that cock is. Finally the tip springs free
as the cargo-shorts are pooling around the dragon's ankles. He steps out of them and flicks them towards the audience casually, his eyes never leaving Adam's face.
An almost shocked gasp runs through the audience and the ceiling bound microphones broadcast a low moan from the hare as the dragon's meat is revealed in it's full glory.
Hanging almost to his knees, glistening black with thick, throbbing veins running along the slowly growing shaft it is the epitome of bitch-breaking. You (and a lot of the others around you) squirm in their seats as you imagine how it must be to have that thing rammed up your hole. You give a low moan, feeling a stretching sensation in your own shorts and see from the corner of your eye how your friend gives you a knowing wink.
Doesn't matter, all that is important right now is that fucking huge cock and how it is about to be stretching Adam's champion asshole.
You cant see the famous pucker from where you are seated but the cameras sure enough capture amazing footage of the slick, trembling entrance just waiting to be filled. Pictures of the waiting hole are screened above the stage for the audience's pleasure, making sure you guys get the most of the show.
Akuro trails a claw along his shaft slowly, making his massive member throb and grow even longer and thicker as it reaches full erectness. Just for good measure it seems, he grabs his massive junk at the base with both hands and shakes it lewdly at the audience. Which in turn is too rapt by the display to actually do anything except fantasizing about what they'd do with such a marvellous piece of cock.
As the bulky dragon steps forwards towards the waiting vessel of his manhood you notice that the slow and teasing approach has certainly paid off. The hare's own dick couldn't get any harder. It is standing fully erect at impressive 9 thick inches, the slimy red flesh already coated in the luxurious amount of pre, that lapines are famous for.
During all this, Rud has not just been idly sitting by. Under his caressing paws the fluffy hare's nipples stand erect as hard as red diamonds. Every other second a teasing thumb scratches over them while the big tiger gently and lovingly nibbles just behind the hare-man's big floppy ears. This sends shivers of lust and surely anticipation up and down the comparatively diminutive man's form.
Were Adam's eyes half lidded just a minute ago, they are now closed. He can't keep them open, he'd probably just spray his bunny juice all over the place right now if he kept looking at the mansexy dragon and his throbbing rod of cockflesh.
Another step brings the big dragon right between the trembling bunny-legs. A clear drop of pre, the size of a cherry has been forming on the dragons cum-slit, which he now deliberately smears across the hare's eager hole. Another, louder moan escapes the manly bunny's throat and his asshole positively seems to gape, eager to engulf the welcome invader.
The dragon though takes his time, his shaft-stroking hand-milking more and more clear, musky dragon pre out of his huge, dangling balls. He does not let up until the bunny's man pussy is literally dripping that stuff. Only then Akuro slowly, almost lovingly, leans forward, pushing his apple-sized (big apple, not one of those green spring pussy apples) glans against the trembling ring of muscle. The dragon grins as the bunny's head shoots up from his tit-pillow and gasps. Even his very, very well trained sphincter is having trouble accommodating something this big with just some (well, quite a lot actually) dragon-pre as lube.
Rud purrs softly and licks Adam's neck while he got the chance, gently squeezing both nipples at the same time to take some off the focus of the mind numbing sensation of being stretched by Akuro's dragon-meat. The pleasurepain is written all over the hare's body. His muscles don't clench, no, despite the obvious shock his entire frame is relaxed, only his abs trembling slightly as he lifts his ass a bit higher to allow the dragon an easier entrance in his silky hot and tremendously tight insides. He opens his mouth but no sound escapes, his breath held, all his body can focus on at the moment is allowing more and more of dragon-cock inside. He is practically sucking in inch after veiny inch into his bowels.
The big tiger helps by easing Adam's head back onto his pillow-y boobs, his head sinking deeper into the soft flesh. One hand still caressing Adam's head, pressed between soft flesh, Rud's other hand resumes the ministrations of the hare's upper body. His claws are extended just a tiny bit you see. Rubbing down the muscled body they caress the fuck-sensitive skin, travelling back up they elicit low moans of pleasure from the bunny-muzzle. You can see that he still wills his body to relax more, the fat head of Akuros dick already buried in the immensely stretched man-pussy there is still foot of dick to go. He presses his head even deeper into the soft tit-flesh behind him and raises his ass even more. With a low groan he actually pushes himself against the towering dragon. A look of surprise flashes over Akuro's face as he feels more and more of him being sucked in my the talented ass muscles of this champion fuck toy. A loud moan escapes Adam's muzzle. The first proper fuck noise since the beginning of the performance. He opens his eyes, shooting cyan lightning at the dragon as he hisses: "Fffffffuck meeee deeper you glorified lizzzzard!"
The crowd moans in shock, how can he ... the tender muscle of his ass is stretched so wide around the massive rod penetrating his small form, how can he ask, demand more?
With wide eyes the dragon stares at the insatiable bottom boy beneath him, clearly not used to this kind of behaviour once he put his dick in someone.
Adam uses this moment of confusion to grab the edge of the table to actually pull himself closer to the dragon. His legs tremble but he is unrelentless, panting like a bitch in heat, like THE bitch
in heat he inches closer and closer, his eyes are staring at the hulking blue form unseeingly, his whole being focused on taking inch after inch of fat, hot man-flesh.
This display of unbound ass-sluttery catches Akuro completely off guard and for a moment it seems like the tournament is over there and then. The audience gasps as the cameras zoom in on the dragon's churning nuts as they draw closer to his body, preparing to blow their massive load.
Rud sees his opponents dilemma and actually starts pushing the bunny-man further up the trembling pole of flesh while Adam grinds his hips greedily around the invading girth, sucking more and more of the dragon's massive cock into his greedy colon. What seemed unthinkable when Akuro first slipped his manhood out of his cargo-shorts seems to be happening now: closer and closer towards Akuro's bulging abs the hare's ass slides along his rod of happiness. Already you can see a small but noticeable bulge distend his completely fat-free abs as the massive cock fills Adam to capacity. The dragon's throws back his head and an immensely loud grumble starts building deep down in his chest, the crowd starts cheering, mesmerised by the the few remaining visible inches of jet black pulsating flesh. Now you can actually see his balls move with your bare eyes, churning, positively wobbling -
DINGGGGGGGGG
Akuro's eyes fly open, a rather cute look of frustration, confusion and relief on his face. It is perfectly mirrored by the look of frustration on Adam's face as both, fucker and fuckee realise that the dragon has been saved by the clock. First round's up.
You think that you can actually see the fur on the tiger's body ruffle as the audience, as one, releases their held breath. A few outbreaks of nervous laughter tell you that the anticipation has been to much for some and you are sure, in a few minutes the musky aroma of their freshly spilled seed will fill your sensitive nose.
Rules oblige the bunny to remain motionless during the process of the contestant removing his or her penis/ovi from his ass during the hole-swap. You see clearly though that Adam has a hard time doing this, as every vein, every nub on the dragon-cock rubs along his prostate again on it's way out. Akuro gives him a friendly, sportsmanlike wink as the swollen head plops free, leaving the bunny open for the world to see, dripping rather large amounts of dragon-pre. Tongue hanging out of his mouth (he has clearly been biting it during the long pull-out) Adam winks in return, both knowing how close of a call this was.
Akuro's features darken a bit as he looks at Rud. Apparently they made a pact to defeat the champion first and then "battle" each other. But of course he had noticed the shoving and pushing from behind the champion to force more and more bunny on his sensitive cock.
Judging from the look on Akuro's face, all bets are off now and it's free for all from here on out. The tiger just grins apologetically and gives a little shrug.
As they switch positions you get your first good look at the tiger's own proud manhood. You can't help but give a low whistle. That cock is a thing of feline beauty. Almost reaching up to the jiggly cushions of his tits it stands rock-hard at around 12 or 13 inches. But your mouth falls open slack-jawed as you see what hangs low under his barbed, glistening shaft: A loose fuzzy sack with what seems like 4 balls. Of course you have followed Rud as he as fucked and ass-squeezed his way towards the championship but you never realised he had this particular mutation. It is weird that they allowed him to participate with this. Although it is more about dick and ass ... you have never seen anyone getting fucked by a set of balls ... though there's a thought ...
You snap back to reality as the clock announces the beginning of round 2.
Rud knows that he doesn't have to waste any time teasing Adam's sensitive hole, after what has just been in there. He probably wouldn't even feel it. So gets straight to work, leaning between the hare's spread legs and sinking straight in.
Adams body is shaken by a shiver as the barbed rod tickles his insides, each barb sending a bolt of pleasure through his body as they slide over his prostate.
You realise quickly that the contestant's chosen starting position puts Akuro at a slight disadvantage. Stretched out but the massive dragon-cock as Adam is by now, Rud can rut away at the hare's hole without having to worry about the tightly massaging ass muscles.
You can see how the bunny-man desperately tries to squeeze his loose hole close around the invading barbed rod but after the massive invasion from just a few seconds ago he has a hard time doing so. Lewd sloppy sounds fill the studio as the tiger bodybuilder slams his meat home with increasing ferocity. His quad-balls swing heavily beneath him, slapping the underside of the table with every other thrust into Adam's stretched out hole.
Where Akuro's advances had been slow as not to outright kill the bunny, Rud does not have to worry about that. His dick is huge but nothing compared to Akuro's dragonhood.
While Rud is pistoning away at the lucky hare-man's rear, the dragon positions himself at the head of the table. His towering height makes it easy for him to unceremoniously flop his fat junk flat on Adam's face.
While you technically can spit-roast the champion and fuck him or her until your dicks meet in the middle, you don't have to. And unless you have a complete throat slut in front of you it is wise to try give your cock a bit of rest until you're on ass duty again.
So it is no big surprise that the dragon doesn't go for the bunny's throat but instead just kind of flops his heavy nut-sack on Adam's face, grinding the musky cum-flesh against the hare. His nose thusly pressed right under the dragons sack and forced to inhale the musky pheromones with every breath Akuro sets to work where Rud left of. Dragging his heavy, juice filled balls back and forth over the smaller man's face he drags his claws up and down his rock hard body,
gentle enough to not hurt him but hard enough to make him breath heavier and take in even more of potent dragon smell. It doesn't take long until he feels the bunny's tongue lap at his cum-filled sack, trying to suck in one of the massive gonads.
All the while Rud grinds his hips against Adam's ass, making sure the hare gets all the pleasure there is to get from a fat barbed cock. He switched from pistoning in and out to slowly but forcefully dragging his kitty-dick through the bunny's anal passage, every barb and nub teasing and pleasuring his male G-spot.
From the way the slutty hare is sucking on the dragon's balls and pushing his ass hard against the tiger in a rolling motion you can tell that he is definitely enjoying himself. A constant stream of pre leaks from his throbbing, slimy shaft. With Akuro's leaking dick hanging above the bunny man as well it doesn't take long until he is thoroughly wet and dripping with pre. Using all this man-lube the big dragon does his best to give the bunny the chest massage of his life, never forgetting to constantly rub against his nipples, keeping them hard and sensitive.
The hare starts squirming, his breath coming hotter and hotter against the dragon's scaly sack.
Time for some payback, before the foot of barbed cock buried in Adam's fuck tunnel can push him over the edge.
Smiling softly, obviously enjoying the bunny's eager maw on his churning nuts, he lifts his tail and brings it up towards Adam's chest to add it to his kneading, scratching and teasing hands. Just for a few moments though is he dragging the thick, muscular appendage across the hare's diminutive body, making sure it is wet and glistening with pre. The little fluff on the tip is practically dripping with that slimy stuff when he brings his tail up again.
There is no time to wonder what the dragon is up to, without any hesitation he brings his tail behind him just to push it forwards between his legs, aiming for between the tiger's legs. A soft whisper of appreciation for the now obvious plan runs through the captive audience. The tiger does not yet know what is coming for him and keeps massaging the hare's silken insides with his steel hard rod.
The dripping tip of Akuro's tail is shivering just a fraction of an inch away from the tiger, seemingly trembling with a will of its own, eager to go forth and penetrate.
The dragon erects himself, in the process almost suffocation the little hare between his legs, crushing his face with his massive nuts. He gives a short whistle to attract Rud's attention. Who of course looks up at the dragon with a question mark all over his face.
Akuro smiles at him and lifts his massive arms to give the tiger a full double-gun salute, showing off his rippling chest muscles and bouncing his pecs. Right the moment his whole body is as tense as possible, every strand of muscle bulging inhumanly he shoves his tail up the tiger's ass with force. He roars, grinds his balls even harder against the bunny and starts fucking the tiger mercilessly with his tail without giving him as much as a second to adjust.
Rud's eyes fly open, his maw a perfect O of a silent scream of lust and agony. He has the choice of ramming deeper into the bunny's sucking flesh or impaling himself on the long, hard and smooth cone of the dragon's tail.
The surprise of the massive insertion in combination with Adams ceaseless sucking, massaging, steaming hot ass-walls proves too much for Rud. The dragon knows exactly what he is doing, with all the immense strength in his tail he pushes deeper into Rud just to pull back a second later, making sure each and every wet hair of his tail fluff is dragged across his prostate with agonizing slowness.
The tiger's knees buckle and with a roar that rivals the dragon's he releases into the sucking, moist confinement of Adam's ass. His balls positively wobble and strain in his fluffy sack and spurt after spurt of rich, thick cream is pumped out and straight into the bunny's bowels. Who in turn tries to lie completely still, obviously trying to contain his own arousal, trying to stop himself from cumming as well as he is pumped full, stretched even more by thick wad after thick wad of hot tiger spunk. Somewhere at the other end of the universe there is the faint ding that announces the end of round two. But neither does Akuro stop fucking the trembling male, milking more and more jizz out of his overgrown balls nor does Rud stop cumming. For what seems like half an eternity the mutated balls pour their payload into the poor, small hare's insides. His incredibly tight stomach already slightly bulging to make room for all this tiger-milk. With Adam eventually filled to capacity, the man juice is forced to find another way and before long thin streams of white, thick cream start trickling out of his stretched out asshole, forming a small puddle of spent sex between the tiger's paws.
Finally Rud stops shaking and Akuro withdraws his tail, ever so slowly. With his load spent and the impaling support of the dragon's strong tail gone, the hulking tiger stumbles backwards on trembling legs, his dick popping free of the stretched hole. A gush of white rushes right out, splattering his now empty ball-sack and shivering thighs.
He slumps back against the kitchen counter, his half hard bigkitty-cock still dripping. From somewhere off-stage a pair of gentle hands appear to steady the defeated contestant and guide him away from the final showdown.
Seems like this break is going to be a bit longer.
Akruo also leans back against the other counter, his dick swaying back and forth in front of him. He is breathing a little hard, but far from panting yet. His eyes are closed and, willingly or not, displays the perfect picture of male potency.
Swelling muscles, straining to keep his massive form upright. Swinging, throbbing more than half hard dick just pointing at the world, challenging everyone to go get it boys. His shiny scales accentuating every tiny movement of his huge, muscle-clad body. No wonder this guy is here, challenging the champion of three years.
While the dragon rests a bit, catching his breath and probably mentally preparing for the next round, Adam is busy pushing out all the hot seed that had his tight body distend. He presses
both paws hard on his abs, pushing out thick streams of spunk as if giving birth to a few bottles of milk.
He does look a little annoyed but his dick still seems ready to explode, his legs are spread as wide and as inviting as possible and you guess he does look annoyed because he knows what a close call this was. He sure likes getting filled, not only but hard hot meat but apparently also with enough cum to make his belly wobble.
Apparently the invisible forces that be, motion the remaining contestant to take position again for round three. The bulky dragon opens his eyes and winks down at the lewdly spread out bunny below him.
"You and me buddy," he whispers.
Adam flashes him a grin and winks in return, replying: "Bring it, big boy."
This time the hare doesn't wait for the dragon to start pushing into him. This is round three and probably the last round of this year's championship. If he wants to win he has to give everything.
With lithe strength he does a flip to land on all fours in front of the fuck-ready dragon, presenting his gaping, cum-smeared hole. No time to marvel at the lewd sight though, as he immediately starts pushing back and with blind aim takes what his is. He impales himself on the thick rod of flesh, much to the surprise of the dragon. He clearly was expecting to take control. Not with this sex-crazed bunny though.
Supporting himself only on his forepaws he pushes himself harder and harder against the towering dragon. Inch after inch of fat black cock is rapidly sucked into the hot, silky fuck-tunnel. Only about 5 inches remain when Adam starts grinding, adding the slippery motion of living hot flesh to the teasing massage around Akuro's dragonhood. Who can't help but throw back his head and moan. The bunny clearly knows what he is doing. He is literally bouncing up and down on the shivering pole, while still taking more inside. After a few seconds the dragon bottoms out. His massive thighs are pressed against Adams's small, rock-hard ass.
The cock-crazed bunny's eye-lids flutter and he himself gives a low, drawn out moan. Fully impaled on several feet of dragon-cock his belly distends slightly to accommodate the invading monster. You see the belly-bulge twitch as Akuro's dick throbs inside the hot, wet and silken confinement of Adam's talented ass.
After a few seconds that seem like an eternity of bliss, the big, blue dragon regains a bit of his self-control and places his hands on the lithe bunny's hips. He has no trouble wrapping his huge paws around the smaller male's waist and he uses this to his advantage. Despite the desperate squirming of the figure impaled on his shaft, Akuro holds him perfectly still, his muscles bulging from the effort. He can't have this cock-sleeve jump up and down his dick freely, he'd blow his massive load within seconds.
Slowly he starts rotating his hips, grinding against the other's eager entrance. This slow motioned tease and stretch drives the bunny crazy. His eyes are closed, his tongue is hanging out of his muzzle and he is panting loudly and uninhibited. His own cock trembles and pretty much pisses out a constant stream of viril pre-cum, giving the audience an impression of the tremendous amount of bunny spunk, Adam's balls are able to produce.
A constant rumbling emerging from deep in Akuro's chest he continues his sensual assault. Holding the hare fast in place despite his continued efforts to fuck himself back and forth on the hot, black shaft, Akuro massages the bunny's insides with unrelenting force. The telltale throbbing of the bulge of Adam's belly lets everyone who is looking know how strong the dragon flexes his cock inside his new-found, more than eager sleeve. It seems he is forcing even more blood into his member, stretching the poor bunny wider and wider, his think veins caressing and teasing every last one of his inside's sensitive spots.
Again and again he rubs over Adam's prostate, each time rewarded by a think burst of pre shooting from the hare-man's own throbbing cock.
The dragon lowers his head slightly and lets the full extend of his draconic tongue roll out. The wet, sloppy appendage is easily as long as the hare's forearm. The dragon slowly drags his tongue along the other's neck, licking in playful circles. Shivers run up and down the bunny's comparatively diminutive form when the dragons tongue reaches the base of his sensitive ears. His moaning intensifies as does the bucking of his hips as he tries to fuck the large dragon out of this competition.
Akuro is not so easily distracted though, he continues his double assault of ass-streching dicking and shiver-inducing licking until the bunny not only shivers uncontrollably but even starts twitching his right leg spasmodically. Almost you could feel sorry for him, if you didn't know how fucking amazing he must feel right now.
He is drowning in lust, the dick in is well-stretched ass the centre of his universe, the reason he exists, the one and only thing that he ever has to please.
Satisfied with having fucked and licked the resistance out of the trembling bunny, Akuro allows himself to get some more satisfaction out of this as well.
Moaning low and deep he starts pulling back, inch after hard-won inch withdraw from the smaller male's hole. He closes his eyes in ecstasy as he feels the clenching ring of well trained muscle pull along his shaft, squeezing and milking him for all it's worth. Reluctantly he leaves the incredibly smooth and hot insides of his new favourite cock-sleeve. What Adam's body lacks in mobility due to the dragon's restricting hands held closed around his waist he makes up with squirming motions of his talented ass. The well trained muscles pull and suck at the same time, ripples massaging along the dragons shaft. Each inch Akruo withdraws from his
partner seems to intensify the efforts of the bunny's inside muscles on the remaining cock-flesh that is still stuffed inside.
When Adams' stomach is back to rock hard flat, the dragon pauses for the fraction of a second. He closes his eyes and with a loud grunt shoves everything that he just pulled out oh so slowly back in with one hard thrust. His heavy balls slap heavily against the hare's thighs. The sound of the heavy balls connecting with trembling muscle is drowned out though by a ferocious scream of lust from deep inside the bunny's chest. All strength leaves him and he collapses, his body now only supported by his face planted square on the table and his ass impaled on feet of dragon cock. He shivers and drools uncontrollably as Akruo picks up the pace, pulling about 10 inches of meat out before slamming it back in hard.
Establishing a steady pace of hard shoves into the bunny's more than welcoming fuck-chute he releases his grip around his waist to put one of his paws against Adams's now flat - now distended belly. He fucks into the trembling form, pushing the his massive dick against his hand, pretty much using Adam as a live flesh-light. Soon enough his own maw hangs open, his long tongue lolling out, dripping and drooling.
His oversized balls draw closer towards his body and the audience holds it's collective breath. Is he gonna blow? Did his teasing backfire and prove too much for himself?
With a swift and unexpected motion he crosses his arms across the bunny's back, his left paw on Adam's right hip and his right paw on the left. What ...?
The audience releases said held collective breath in a low, approving cheer as the strong dragon spins the sex-dazed, limp figure around the axis of his dick. Adam moan-screams again, his head lolling about like that of a chap sex-doll. Every vein and nub on Akuro's fat shaft strokes and caresses his prostate with the immense pressure only a girthy dragon-cock can apply.
The unfamiliar motion of not back and forth in his talented as but round and round the cock finally proves too much for Adam's abused body.
His eyelids fly wide open, unseeing the hare-man's stares into eternity as he screams. Each note of the feral, orgasmic sound is accompanied by a burst of cum from his throbbing, aching cock. His whole body shakes, every muscle is taut like steel wires beneath his fuzzy, soft skin. Again and again he cums, jet after jet of bunny-juice flies into every corner of the make-believe kitchen.
Akuro holds the bunny safe, almost tenderly in his big hands now, supporting his upper body, lifting him slightly (and thus also making sure the bunny gives himself a proper self-facial). He now bucks his hips slightly back and forth, making sure to fuck more and more spunk out of his potent partner.
When the noisy and wet orgasm finally starts to slow down, he picks up his pace. With a wicked grin he starts properly pounding into the limp, heaving, wet and spunky creature below him. He leans forward and places his paws left and right of Adam's head.
He dives his head down, placing an aggressive kiss on the bunny's heaving mouth, surely darting his long, flexible tongue deep into the other's maw.
You cant keep your eyes of the bulge tenting the bunny's lithe, flat stomach again and again. Flat - cock-bulge - flat - cock-bulge - flat - cock-bulge.
Because of the almost complete limpness of his cock-sleeve, Akuro got all the room he needs for his massive prick. Totally relaxed in post-orgasmic bliss, Adam's sphincter and insides offer no resistance anymore. Deep can he dive his tool into the silken confinements of the worn out ass under him, again and again he bottoms out, the quivering flesh sending bolts of pleasure trough his cock unto his brain and down his spine again into his churning balls.
Because of his massive size even this fucked out bunny is still tight enough to squeeze and massage his prick like thousand mouths kissing every last spot eternally. So hot and tight and soft ... Akuro starts panting hard himself. His eyes are closed and he moans loud with his muzzle hanging wide open each time he pushes as deep into the ass as he can. His flesh being caressed by the muscular walls, his fat glans being compressed by the strong, wiry muscles of the bunny's abdomen.
Harder and faster his thrusts come, almost painfully he slams the tip against the hard wall of flesh again, again, again.
His body tenses and a roar erupts from his upturned maw as he starts shooting his own hot jizz deep, deep into Adam's bowels.
You can actually see wad after wad splatter against the restraining wall of flesh of Adam's belly, inflating it even more as the tremendous amount of dragon cum has nowhere to go, with so much dick filling every available spot inside the small bunny.
Adam starts moaning again and remarkably his dick springs back to attention, the sensation of being filled, bloated with what seems like gallons of cum seems to turn him on even now, being fucked almost senseless.
Slowly the dragon retreats, his dick is way to big to be pulled out by just bucking back his hips he takes a few steps back. As his fat, bloated glans leaves the gaping hole (followed by a flood of semen that puddles around his huge hind-paws) you see that he is still cumming. He doesn't shoot his jizz anymore, instead a constant, urethra stretching stream of white, thick milk flows from the dragon's massive prick. The stream of cum soon lets the puddle grow into a lake, that lazily forms itself into a small river of cum, flowing down the stage.
He is a bit shaky on his bulky legs but he manages to turn around towards his audience.
A wary smile on his face and with half-lidded eyes he raises a shaky fist in victory.
The new champion looks worn out and ready to collapse but he holds on, for the benefit of the watchers. He also looks mighty pleased with himself, not to mention proud.
You smile a little to yourself as you imagine how proud he will look next year, when he has to defend his newly-won title with his own scaly rump.