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After the brutal squeezing the lion Jantra dished out to the tiger Eira in round 2, the two combatants took a small break. There was no audience or time limit here, after all, just a couple of close friends that were here to have fun. At least, that's how the lion saw it- He was leaning against one of the posts of the ring, lazily stroking his cock as it peeked from his sheath, looking at Eira as she struggled to sit up, and slowly get to her feet.

Eira, on the other hand, took this a bit more seriously. Sure it was just between the two of them, and either could safeword at any time, but the tiger had a competitive streak. The thrill of a real competition is most of why she wanted this, and now that the lion had won a match, she wasn't going to let it happen again. Slowly, she leaned on the ropes and pulled herself up to her feet, and reluctantly pulled her hand away from her aching sack. The lion had done some damage with his grip, but she'd been through worse, and she intended to pay it back triple. Her breasts were sore from a few punches too, but nothing as bad as her balls. The hit she took in the stomach was an afterthought compared to both of those.

"Alright... So loser of this round gets ten minutes of speedbagging. You know damn well what I mean. Ready?" Eira called out, now able to ignore the lingering pain and get to her side of the ring. She punched her gloved hands together, the light padding making a thump though the quiet room. The lion took on a more serious stance as well, though he had a grin on his face that showed he wasn't taking things too seriously, and that just served to piss the blue tiger off even more. "Ding ding, fucker."

With that, the match began. No rules besides avoiding injury, and first to submit or get pinned would lose.

In one corner was Eira, an azure-furred tiger, feminine but muscular, full of energy and fighting spirit. A bruise was forming on her left breast, and her dangling balls sent pangs of deep pain through her body with each movement, only motivating her further.

In the other corner was Jantra, a plain-colored lion, heavy-set with a bear-like build. He was grinning and slowly approaching, having the slightly tiger beat in raw strength and reach, but not much else. He tilted sideways to protect his own crotch, knowing it would be a target, even as his semi-hard cock jutted out from its sheath.

Both parties seemed hesitant to make a move. The lion won last time by biding his time and playing defensive, and he wanted to try that again. Eira knew that, and knew she'd have to take the offensive anyway. But this time, she had a plan. Suddenly, the tiger broke their staring contest and darted forward, swinging a quick two punches, one of which the lion blocked, the other which he took to the stomach without much reaction. Before he could retaliate, Eira backed off, continuing her fancy footwork, hopping around while keeping perfect posture.

Eira lept forward again with another two punches before hopping back again. And again, and again. Each time, Eira's punches were blocked or ineffectual, and Jantra failed to retaliate again. This match was their longest so far, and the two fighters seemed to be set on their strategies. The tiger was relying on Jantra getting worn down, and the lion was hoping that Eira would make a mistake. Time would tell which would happen.

It continued for a couple minutes, with faint bruises spotting the lion's chest, stomach, and thigh from punches he failed to block. Eira was getting frustrated, he could tell. So now was his chance to make a move-

But the tiger was thinking the same thing. She charged forward one more time, letting out a mighty yell, intending to smash down Jantra's defenses this time-

And so the two collided, an unstoppable force against an immovable object, except neither of the fighters were either of those things because they were both amateurs just sparring for the fun of it. Still, the fight came to a climax with that last charge, too quickly for any onlookers to tell what was happening, if there were any.

The tiger swung her two punches again, and both jabs aimed at the lion's face were blocked by his gloved hands. They were weaker than usual, but the lion didn't notice in time- instead, he reached out, trying to grapple Eira like he did the previous round, and it was then that the tiger's main attack hit- A powerful knee strike, right to the lion's side. He growled in response, more intense than any of her attacks so far as sharp pain spread from his kidney, but he didn't go down. He staggered for a moment, and continued to try for a grab.

But that stagger was all Eira needed. Jantra wanted to pull her close, so she went as close as she could, leaping against the lion and baring her head down, slamming her curled-back horns against the lion's forehead, mimicking a ram. His head shot back, and the big cat was stumbling backwards, towards the ropes, too dazed to defend himself further for the moment. And Eira didn't let up, closing the distance in less than a second and swinging a kick, using all the formidable force of her toned thighs, calves, and the momentum moving forward to make a devastating attack- which landed unceremoniously, with a muffled smack.

The lion's strategy wasn't working, and he knew it. His side felt like it was going to burst, and that surprise headbutt had blurred his vision and thrown him off balance. It hurt, of course, but he wasn't hurting enough to give up, not yet. He stumbled back, but managed to grab the ropes before he could fall completely. He tried to refocus his vision, Jantra saw a blue blur heading his way, making some kind of attack- then his feet lifted off the mat for a second. The lion's eyes went wide, he knew what happened before he felt it.

"Oh... Oh no, gods no, fuck no no no..." The once proud lion whimpered as white-hot agony burst in his crotch, his poor testicles thoroughly scrambled from that powerful kick. Eira's technique and aim were spot on, and the arch of her foot had landed with enough force to lift the lion onto his tiptoes for a moment- with all of that force concentrated solely on Jantra's balls, as they were briefly flattened between his pelvis and Eira's foot. "Nonono, fuck, I-"

The lion's pleading was cut off by another muffled smack of furred flesh on flesh. Eira had kicked his poor nuts -again-. Not with all the force as before, but it was more than enough to end the match. The lion didn't know how, but somehow he was put in even more pain than before. As he released the ropes and let himself fall to be pinned, he was sure this was the most it was possible to suffer, with that dull, but incredibly intense agony from his crotch overtaking his whole body.

As much as Jantra wanted it to be over, the tiger wasn't done. He went limp, but before the big cat could touch the mat, Eira caught him under the shoulders, held him with the support of the ropes, and continued her assault. "Hi-ya!" She let out a sharp yell as her muscles flexed, her thick thigh sent crashing upwards, and the tiger's hard kneecap came to a sudden stop in the lions crotch, his tortured testicles cushioning the blow. He let out an ear-piercing, gutteral scream of agony and began to thrash around, too pained to think about submitting to stop the torture. Tears were streaming down the poor lion's face while he suffered in Eira's embrace. He liked pain, but this was far too much for him to enjoy. He would likely look back fondly on this moment, but for now he just desperately wanted it to stop.

"HUAH!" Eira shouted again as her thigh rocketed up against the struggling lion. Jantra had closed his thighs to protect himself, but his swelling left testicle was still exposed- and the tiger didn't hesitate to focus all of her attack on that one little orb. It was smashed against his thighs, flattened out of shape by Eira's knee, and bruised to the core if it wasn't already. Though the lion was too out of breath from screaming to give up, he did manage to finally get his hands down to cup around his brutalized jewels in a desperate effort to protect them. Eira hesitated and stopped mid-swing of her next knee strike, not wanting to break the lion's hands or anything else actually important. Instead, she relaxed a bit and slowly lowered the lion face-down to the mat, knowing that the fight was out of him. He was too busy quietly sobbing to verbally give up, the poor boy...

But that wasn't going to stop her. Eira sat on the lion's butt and began the count. "One. Two." Her hands slid down, spreading his legs apart slightly. "Three. Four..." A sadistic grin covered Eira's face as her hands reached down to the lion's aching crotch, trying to pry his fingers away so she could hurt him some more.

She was just starting to make some progress when Jantra finally took in a deep breath and spoke in a hoarse, high-pitch voice. "N-no, stop, I give up-". His words were quick and between sobs, but the tiger heard it clearly, and let out a sigh as she stood up. Jantra however remained on the ground, curled up on his side, still cupping his beaten testicles in his hands as if that would somehow soothe the deep, throbbing agony that still felt like it was growing every second. He couldn't feel any serious injury with his fingers, but it was still an unbelievable level of pain. Any erection he had was long gone, though his sheathed cock still was leaking out precum like a faucet onto the mat- there was still some part of him that liked this. Still, right now the lion really just wanted to lay there and recover.

Eira, however, had other ideas. After letting the lion lay there for a minute, she got tired of waiting and picked him up over her shoulder, carrying him off the ring and towards the punching bags in the room. "Alright big guy, enough moping. You lost, so it's time to pay up."