The Audition
#2 of Domination
Disclaimer: The following story contains explicit acts of sex between consenting, anthropomorphic adults. If you are too young to legally view such content, or if such content does not appeal to you, leave now.
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The Audition
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"So, whose idea was this?"
"I'll tell you after I decide if it was a good one."
Celest sighed and rubbed her hands together. It was chilly for a spring day in Ohio, and the steady wind wasn't helping matters. She'd have found it refreshing were she only stepping outside for a short while, or if she were doing something active like jumping on her trampoline, but she and John had been standing relatively still for almost two hours. At least it wasn't as cold as when they'd first arrived.
She'd been amazed when they'd arrived at nine that morning how many people were already outside the old Cleveland baseball stadium when the auditions wouldn't begin until ten thirty. There were hundreds of people there before John and Celest. The ones closest to the stadium's gates had clearly camped there overnight; two or three tents were still set up.
Now, nearing eleven, the line extended behind them at least as far as they were from the gates. She thought there must be more than a thousand people auditioning that day, and there had been three days of auditions before this. Out of so many applicants, two hundred fifty-six would reach the state tryouts, where they would actually win money, and if they were very fortunate, camera time. Four of those two and a half hundred would win the right to compete in the Nationals, from which two United States champions would progress to the World Tournament.
But Celest suspected that many applicants in line with her were just there for quick, free sex.
Not that anyone around her seemed particularly offensive. Most everyone was engaged in polite conversation, even those who had come without company joining debates about last weekend's most popular movies, or the struggling economy, or local restaurants where they planned to get something to eat after auditioning. Of course, many were chatting about Domination itself, and some of those overheard conversations made Celest's ears burn. Overall, though, the waiting crowd carried with it an air of mutual friendliness, of respect earned by simply having the audacity to be there.
Not all of the people who joined the line stayed in it, though. Many lost patience with the long wait, while others lost whatever courage had brought them there. Those were the graceful departures. At two different times a male elephant and a female rhinoceros had been approached by audition staff members, and it was clear they were being asked to leave because of their weight. The elephant had merely stalked away wordlessly with a carefully neutral expression. The rhino, on the other hand, was more the type of person Celest expected to see on distasteful afternoon talk shows, launching herself into a tirade as soon as she was approached and going as far as to flash her gray breasts at the crowd, shouting, "You know you want it!" before allowing herself to be pulled away. Celest sympathized with them, or at least with the elephant, but she would have been crushed into jelly underneath either of them, and she was far from the smallest person there.
Other than the chilly, cloudy weather and such occasional disruptions, most of the morning passed pleasantly, more like a day at the park than a long wait before more-than-likely rejection. The wolf and the small, pale indigo lizard behind John and Celest cleared some space for themselves at one point to play hacky sack, and after a short time watching, Celest joined them and managed to make a complete fool of herself. Her small hooves just weren't suited for the game.
It was around eleven-thirty when the second crowd began to gather a short distance away, a growing cluster of humans wielding the modern equivalent of torches and pitchforks: protest signs. Some were surprisingly well made and actually carried witty messages, but they all more or less said the same thing: that Domination and all who supported it were perverting a sacred act. Angry and defensive shouts rose from many people around Celest, but the protesters just milled about quietly until a leader of sorts stood on an upturned crate at the edge of the second crowd and began a sermon, as though they were in a church or temple instead of an old baseball stadium parking lot. No specific religion was mentioned. Neither was sex, or any synonym for the act; it was only vaguely alluded to by roundabout metaphors that made Celest stretch her imagination before she made the connection. The entire speech was given as though the increasingly upset auditioners weren't within earshot.
In an oddly offended way, Celest admired the protesters. The right to free speech and assembly were the tools Domination had used to gain national acceptance and popularity over the years, and now the crowd of evangelists was using the same amendment against the sport. For better or worse, though, they weren't accomplishing much except making tempers flare, and for that lost whatever respect they might have gained with Celest. It was like they had come here intending to lose, and somehow bolster their sense of self righteousness in the process.
"They prove themselves wrong with every word," a silken voice said beside her, making her jump. It was the first time the little lizard had said anything; his wolf friend had done all the talking while playing hacky sack. Despite his words, the lizard's voice was more curious than contemptuous, as though he were working at an old puzzle. "Sex is sacred because it is meant to be shared only between those who love each other passionately," he quietly continued. "That is what their signs would read and what their leader would preach if they dared to write or speak the word. Yet every action shared between lovers is as sacred as any other, from eating breakfast to driving to a grocery store. By such logic, is eating and shopping a sin, actions only a pervert would attempt without a life mate to accompany them?"
Celest blinked. She'd never thought of it like that before. "You should go tell them that. They could stand to hear it."
The wolf standing next to the lizard frowned and shook his head. "Most people can't see a truth unless they think they've written it themselves." Celest had to work that comment out before she understood it, but John was nodding beside her in immediate agreement.
The lizard smiled suddenly, his eyes brightening. Apparently he'd found a place for one of his puzzle's pieces. "If they believed as I do, they would likely be standing in line with us. Our difference is that they see few things in life as sacred as sex, where I have never seen anything that isn't sacred."
Celest blinked again. She rather liked the lizard's conclusion, but she had to wonder if it wasn't a little too convenient. It cast the lizard's philosophy as much wiser than the protesters', but it was the lizard himself who had cast it.
She was about to say as much, but when she turned to face the lizard, a familiar flash of brown fur and double-pronged antler caught her attention toward the back of the line. Her eyes widened, and she had to force the words, "John, save my spot, will you?" out through clenched teeth. She didn't hear his answer before walking stiffly back down the line, ignoring the approving nods from the evangelicals thinking she was going home.
What did her brother think he was doing here? She was going to kill him!
Celest composed herself as she approached Ben, noticing three of his friends around him, an alligator and two ferrets, brother and sister.
"Yeah, I'm getting hungry, too," Devin, the male ferret was saying. "I wonder what's taking them so . . . uh oh. Quick, hide Benny."
"Too late for that," Celest said, crossing her arms in front of her and glaring at the suddenly terrified young buck. "Hi, 'Benny'. Mind telling me what you're doing here?"
"Celest!" Ben squeaked. "How did you know . . . I mean, Mom and Dad didn't send you, did they?"
Devin's sister, Lu, tapped Ben on the shoulder. "Um, Ben, she came from up the line."
"Huh?" The buck turned from Celest to the female ferret, then back again, his expression going from confusion to horror. "What are YOU doing here, Celest?"
She could feel blood rushing to her ears. "That's not important. You're too young to be here, Ben."
"And you're not?"
"No, I'm not." Most states had long ago lowered the legal age to view and participate in pornography to sixteen, due to the rising physical maturity in adolescents. Others had lowered it as far as fifteen, but Ohio wasn't one of those states, which was why Ben had no reason to be in Cleveland today. "Sorry you wasted a trip, Ben, but they'll just turn you away at the gates. You didn't think they check i.d.?"
"Of course they check i.d. And when they see I'm sixteen, they'll let me audition, right?" He pulled his wallet out of his jeans pocket and flipped it open in front of Celest's nose. Behind a plastic panel on one half of the wallet was a very authentic looking driver's license. All of the information was accurate except Ben's last name " Soloman instead of Nelser " and the year of his birth.
"You could get arrested if you try to use that!" she hissed, pushing his arms down as if he were showing off a knife. "Where did you get it?"
Ben shrugged. "At the B.M.V. Where else?" The young buck was a pretty good actor, which he'd proven that year by being the only freshman in their high school to get a major role in the winter play. As tall as he was for his age, he could pull off being much older than sixteen if he had a mind to, especially given the difficulty most people had with judging other races' ages.
Celest didn't have time to play games with her brother, though. John was waiting for her at the front of the line, close now to the stadium gates. She pulled out her trump card. "Ben, if you don't leave right now, I'll tell Mom and Dad."
He tried to shrug confidently in front of his friends, but it was clearly forced. "I could tell them you're here, too, you know."
"Go ahead. We're already on the outs. A little more shame on their part won't do any more damage than I've already dealt." That was certainly a bluff. Celest didn't want their parents to know where she was today any more than her brother did. "You, however, have to live with them. Go home, Ben. I won't ask again." With that, she turned and stalked back up the line to where John waited, confident that Ben would leave, especially when he realized that his false i.d. could end up making him face Celest in domination. The ferret siblings were safe from that, since relatives were separated in matches, but she and Ben would be at risk with him using a fake name.
"Everything all right?" John asked cautiously when she returned, seeing her expression. If she were a feline, her tail would be thrashing.
"Everything had better be, or else a certain stag is going to get strangled."
"Well, you're back just in time," the husky said, and she finally realized that no one stood between them and the baseball stadium gates. "We're next."
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Celest was separated from John after they'd registered and picked up a small stack of paperwork from a converted concession stand, both of them being guided in opposite directions around the stadium perimeter by the audition staff toward waiting areas outside of gender specific examination rooms. She busied herself filling out her forms while the females ahead of her were admitted into the examination one at a time, trying not to worry too much about what awaited on the other side of the waiting area's door. A cougar and an otter girl had come back out while she was writing various legal and personal information, both looking very disgruntled.
While she was still trying to think of an answer to the last question on her forms, "Why do you want to participate in Domination?" a gray haired human woman leaned out the door and said, "Next, please."
At first Celest didn't respond. This question, for some reason, had really stumped her. "Next, please," the woman repeated, a little more forcefully.
The human teenager sitting beside Celest leaned toward her and whispered, "I think she means you, hun."
"Hmm? Oh! Sorry!" She practically vaulted to her feet and hurried to the door, letting the older woman take her by the elbow and guide her into the room beyond, feeling like a ditz.
The "examination" room was actually an old locker room that had been turned into what looked like an emergency evacuation center, medical curtains draped around the room to form half a dozen cramped stalls. "You're behind curtain five, dear," the woman said, and Celest had to hide her cringe.
Nervous all of a sudden, she made her way to the stall the woman had pointed to, where a middle aged hyena in a doctor's scrubs stood jotting something down on a clipboard. "You can set your papers down there," he said, gesturing with his pen at a small stack of forms sitting on one end of a narrow desk. When she did so, he handed her another paper that had been on his clipboard. "And here's one more for you. Just sign on the three X's to consent to be tested for HIV and other STDs, and to take a birth control pill before the audition."
"Okay," she said meekly, signing on the indicated lines with the pen she'd been given at the concession stand/reception desk. She didn't know why, but doctors always intimidated her.
"Thank you," the hyena said, taking the paper from her when she was done and setting it on a smaller stack of forms on the desk. "Now, if you'll pull your pants down and bend over, please."
"What?" Celest wasn't sure if the hyena was trying to make a joke or not. His face was coldly expressionless, though, and he just repeated the instructions.
"It's for the STD test," he added when she just stared at him.
Her ears burning, Celest slowly undid the button on her blue jeans. She didn't know why she was so embarrassed, given what she was auditioning for, but the doctor's sterile demeanor somehow made her even less comfortable than his gender. Nevertheless, after making certain the curtains around her kept her fairly hidden from the other applicants and medical staff, she pushed the waistband of her jeans down to her knees and kept her upper body parallel to the floor, lifting her short tail to catch the edge of her green sweat shirt before it could cover her bottom.
The hyena slipped behind her, and her eyes widened when something short and slender slipped into her mound and rubbed up and down her vaginal walls. A moment later it was gone, only to be replaced by a similar object pressing into her all-but-hidden tail hole. That, too, withdrew as quickly as it had entered, and the doctor stepped back in front of her carrying a plastic bag with two Q-tips in it. "There, that was easy, wasn't it." He set the bag on the desk while Celest quickly pulled her jeans back up, then held out a small cup of water and a small pill, which she took without a word. Now she knew why the cougar and the otter had left looking so offended.
Unexpectedly, the hyena handed her the bag with the Q-tips. "Take these through that door" " He pointed to a door identical to the one she'd entered at the opposite side of the room " "and Verne will tell you where to go from there."
Once again she did as she was told, feeling increasingly rushed and bewildered after such a relatively uneventful wait in the parking lot outside.
Verne was an unusually tall and heavyset mouse sitting behind a small desk on the other side of the locker room door, typing busily at a laptop in front of her. "Name, please," she said without looking up when the door closed behind the deer.
"Celest Nelser."
The large mouse tapped something on her keyboard, then gestured vaguely down the long hallway they were standing in. "Celest Nelser," she repeated. "You're at arena seven at 12:45. Leave your bag in the bucket, please." There was a small bucket full of bags with Q-tips sitting beside Verne's desk. Celest dropped her bag in it and, after the mouse continued typing without looking at her for another long moment, made her way down the dimly lit hallway, passing a tauran lioness carrying an empty bucket back to Verne on her way down the narrow hall. Celest tried not to stare. The four-legged taurans weren't all that rare, really, but there weren't many where she lived.
A waft of air coming from the hallway's exit, though, wiped all thoughts of taurans from the doe's mind. She'd never smelled so much sex in her life! The blended reek of so many species at once wasn't at all as pleasant as John's individual musk. Caught off guard, Celest had to cover her mouth and nose as she stepped out into the transformed baseball diamond.
People were milling about everywhere, staff members hurrying in every direction for their own reasons, auditioners standing and chatting, or sitting in the stands, or buying lunch at a reopened concession stand at the top of the bleachers. Celest barely noticed them. Instead, she stared, mouth agape behind her hand, at the nearest Domination arena, a small boxing ring, where two nude males, an owl and a chameleon, were intertwined with a female gazelle and sparrow, the four of them a writhing mass of limbs near the arena's center. All of them had a hand on one of the others' crotches or breasts, the chameleon slowly thrusting in and out of the sparrow while the owl cupped his color-changing testicles and rubbed the gazelle's clitoris between two feathered fingers.
There were eight other arenas in the baseball diamond, on each of which two to four naked people were trying to sexually dominate each other.
"So, whose idea was this again?"
Celest jumped a little when John touched her shoulder, then giggled nervously. "What have we gotten ourselves into?"
"Each other, if we're lucky," the husky said with a lopsided grin. "Where is your match?"
"Arena seven, at 12:45," she said distractedly. The chameleon's rear end was facing her, his long, curled tail raised as he moved on top and inside of the sparrow. She couldn't seem to wrench her eyes away from the owl's fingers around his scaled nuts.
"12:45? Ah, too bad. I'm at the same arena, but at 1:10." He didn't say anything else for more than a minute, staring along with Celest at the orgy in front of them. "At least we'll get to watch each other."
"Yeah. . . ." The gazelle suddenly bucked her hips up against the owl's fingers, crying out in orgasm. Celest had to stop herself from slipping a hand down the front of her jeans. "Um, what time is it now?"
"Oh!" John looked hastily at his wristwatch. "Almost 12:30. We should probably go ahead and find arena seven, huh?"
Arena seven was set up in front of one of the stadium's closed off dugouts, and they had to pass a male human who was rolling around with a female alligator, winged panther, and canine of some sort on arena nine.
They stopped at their designated ring and watched as a sweating human, panda, and orange feline tried to mount each other. They were all male, and each sported a raging erection.
Celest noticed a large sign on the side of the ring, and pointed it out to John. It seemed to be the rules of the audition matches:
Each match will last a maximum of twenty minutes, during which time any participant leaving the arena will be disqualified. Any participant who forcefully causes another to leave the arena will also be disqualified.
No foreplay points will be awarded.
A single first entry domination point will be granted per match to the first applicant to dominate a pairing.
Each orgasm occurring after first entry will earn one point to the applicant who caused it, not counting masturbation or other forms of self service.
If an orgasm occurs as the result of double penetration, or is otherwise induced by multiple partners, the contributing participant most dominating at the time of orgasm will earn the point.
If the score is tied at the end of the twenty minute time limit, the applicant whose first orgasm occurred last will be determined the winner.
If any applicant has not climaxed at the end of the twenty minutes, all participating applicants will be disqualified.
Celest had a hard time concentrating on the rules with the three males wrestling each other above them. By the time she'd read the last line, the timer on one corner of the ring showed that they had fewer than ten minutes remaining, and they still hadn't achieved first entry. By now they were all getting pretty brutal in their desperation, throwing punches and kicks and slamming each other down onto the arena floor. The two referees circling the ring hadn't called any penalties yet, though.
Nearing eight minutes to go, the human finally had the panda where he wanted him. While the orange cat shook off an elbow to the face, the human had the panda's ankles in his hands with the muscular bear trying to regain his breath on his back. The human knelt and scooted himself toward the bear's exposed rump, trying to line himself up with the other male's tail hole while his hands were occupied with the panda's ankles.
Unfortunately for the human, the feline had recovered and snuck up behind him. Just as he rose up and hefted the heavy bear's rump up to meet him, the cat shot his arms around the human's stomach and tugged him off balance. The human's smooth, furless butt thumped down into the cat's lap, and he howled in pain as the feline's penis speared through his rectum. The cat winced as well, being somewhat smaller than the human he'd pulled on top of himself, but he'd won the first entry point.
Suddenly free of the human's grasp, the panda crouched off to one side while the other two males strained against each other, the human trying to rise off of the cat, who was stubbornly hugging him back against his furry chest. After a moment's consideration, the black and white bear sat himself in front of the others and planted his paws on the human's hips, below the cat's clutching arms, then pulled the man partway up the feline's shaft only to shove him back down. Both of the other males groaned in uncomfortable pleasure, and the panda grinned and lifted the human a second time, then a third. If both of the smaller males climaxed while he guiding their actions in such a way, he'd likely get two points.
The others weren't idle, though. Almost at the same time, the human reached forward and closed his fingers around the panda's thick erection, and the cat lowered his orange hands to grasp the human's own member. Both pumped the phallus in their palms vigorously, one of the feline's hands pressing between the human's loose-skinned testicles while the sweating man used both of his own hands to jerk off the bear who was still using the human as a huge sex toy against the cat. All three gritted their teeth in concentration, trying to outlast the others' orgasms.
With three minutes left on the timer, it was the bear who lost control of himself first, and the human angled the other's penis to the side so the panda's sizeable tide of semen flew past himself and the cat. When the bear's orgasm hit him, his paws twitched open, and the human, hips slick with his sweat, fell forcefully onto the cat's lap. Both winced, and the cat's fingers clenched around the other male's phallus and testicles, causing a stream of sperm to shoot from the human's penis straight onto the panda's chest.
The referees determined that the feline was more the cause of the human's orgasm than the panda. When he saw the scoreboard next to the timer reading two points for the cat, one for the human, and zero for himself, the bear flopped onto his back in exhausted defeat, his member dribbling the end of his climax onto his belly.
With the human slumping on top of him and the panda no longer involved in their intercourse, the feline rolled the human forward onto his hands and knees and mounted him properly, clutching the larger male's hips and thrusting in and out of him with abandon. The human closed his eyes and groaned, his penis still dripping his semen in a small puddle beside the panda, who was lying oblivious in his afterglow. Little more than a minute remained, but only a few seconds ticked away before the cat stuffed himself fully into the dazed human, his buttocks clenching and tail thrashing wildly behind him. A pair of tiny white rivulets trailed out of the human's stretched anus, one flowing down the cat's sheath, the other over the man's shaved scrotum, drizzling down both of the male's sacks to the arena floor.
The human and the feline were now tied two against two, but the cat had best controlled his climax and held himself hilted in the human until the timer counted down to zero. When it was over, the feline slid out, his glistening phallus drooping in front of him, and helped the human and the panda to their feet, shaking both of their hands. They congratulated the cat politely and hopped off the arena to reclaim their clothing while one of the referees took a mop to the mess they'd left behind.
"12:40," John said quietly, and Celest's breath caught in her throat. She'd been so absorbed in the three males' match that she'd forgotten her own was up next!
The second referee was reading names from a small card while the first finished cleaning the arena. "Jared du'Volve. Is Jared du'Volve here?" A handsome skunk in his twenties stepped out of the crowd and tossed a casual salute to the zebra referee, who returned a neutral nod before looking at his card again. "Steven Mallorey?"
"Here." A dark haired human in his late twenties or early thirties waved to the ref.
"Brad Gateson." Another human stepped forward, this one younger than the first two males and with shoulder length, sandy blonde hair.
"Arena seven sure attracts a lot of humans," John muttered.
"A lot of males, too," Celest added, then swallowed when the referee called her name. She made her way up beside the arena to stand with the referee and the three males, trying not to melt under what she imagined were very hungry stares.
"I'll need to see your i.d.'s," the referee told them, and they all fumbled around their wallets and pockets for their identification. The zebra gave each a quick glance and nodded, then glanced at the clipboard he held, finger trailing down the top page until he found whatever he was looking for. "Very good. Get undressed and in the ring. Your match starts in three minutes."
Celest felt paralyzed, standing motionless while the three males pulled off their shirts, pants, and in the humans' cases, boxers. Now that she was on the verge of actually competing in a Domination match, even if only an audition, it was seeming more and more like a mistake. She still hadn't moved by the time the three males had climbed onto the arena.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," the other referee, a female fox, told her gently, stepping beside the zebra. "But decide quickly. If you're not in the ring and ready in eighty seconds, we have to mark your forfeit."
Celest gulped audibly, and didn't move for another five seconds. Then she pulled her sweater over her head and crawled out of her jeans as quickly as she could, then vaulted onto the arena, ducking between the ropes. She had to willfully stop herself from giggling hysterically. She couldn't believe what she was doing! Standing naked on a stage in front of what had to be a thousand people. About to have sex with three complete strangers, and for what? The chance to earn money doing the same thing? To be recognized in the grocery store and walking down the street as a Domination champion? The last question from the forms she'd filled out earlier was still nagging at here. Why was she there?
"To your corners, please," the vixen referee said, and Celest walked numbly to the rope post in the only corner still unoccupied. "Thirty seconds," the ref told them.
It was simultaneously the longest and the shortest half minute of Celest's life. All three males were stroking themselves to full attention, and while the older human kept his eyes politely downcast, the other two were openly leering at her. She had no need to arouse herself; without a foreplay point she'd want to try for first entry as quickly as possible, but the last match had already made her more than ready for that. Her heart raced as she stared at the three erections pointed at her, at the three pairs of balls dangling below each. If she could take them all " and the skunk and blonde human looked very interested " and cause their orgasms, she'd win with a slew of points, but she didn't know if she was looking forward to it. She should have had John break in her tail hole last night; he'd have been more than happy to "
"Begin!" one of the referees shouted. All of a sudden both the skunk and the blonde human were sprinting toward her from their corners, and without a moment to think, she leapt at the skunk. He had the more momentum, though, and when they collided he carried her back against the ropes. She felt the skunk's breath against her neck for but a moment before the blonde human shoulder checked him and staggered toward Celest, a little off balance himself.
"Hi," he said with a half embarrassed laugh that she would have found cute if he hadn't reached out and groped her breast.
While she was still gasping from that squeeze, the skunk tackled the human from the side, but not before the blonde had wrapped an arm around Celest's slender waist. The three of them went down in a heap. She landed on top of the human with the skunk beside them, who grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly from the human's grasp. She winced, the human's fingers digging into her side and almost tearing out a chunk of fur before the skunk rolled away with her back and hips hugged against his body. The skunk's penis was pressing against her left buttock, and she concentrated on keeping her knees together as he settled on top of her, his weight pushing her front flat down against the arena floor.
Still gripping her hips, he slid down her body and knelt with his knees on either side of her calves, but just before he could tug her rump up to meet him, the blond darted in front of the skunk and sat on Celest's soft bottom, straddling her hips and pinning them to the floor. She could feel his shaved testicles squishing on her flexed buttocks, dragging down her crack as he pushed the skunk back with his own butt, then the head of the human's erection pushed itself under the short tail she was trying to cover herself with, sliding between her flexed cheeks until it pressed against the fluffy base of her tail, just above her tail hole.
Celest didn't know what to do. She felt like a piece of meat being fought over by a pair of starving carnivores, and there were few moves she could make that wouldn't skewer her with the human's member. She was just grateful there was no foreplay point, because she would clearly be losing it.
Fortunately, the skunk didn't want the human skewering her, either. "All right, blondie, you asked for it," she heard from behind her, and craned her head to look back over her shoulder when his furry hands left her upper thighs, where the human's backside had pushed them. The skunk was grasping the young man's hips now, who had tensed up over Celest, his face suddenly worried.
The blond was saved when the third male finally joined the competition, lifting the skunk up by his voluminous tail until his black toes dangled above the floor, making the smaller male yelp in surprised pain. The older human tugged the skunk back against him, his erection slipping under the other's white-furred sack and between his black thighs.
The human on top of Celest took a moment to enjoy the skunk's predicament, and without pausing to reconsider, the doe took advantage of his distraction, reaching back and swiftly guiding his erection down over her groin to her mound, then lifting her rump up with a quick arch of her back to impale herself around him. He gasped in shock, and she moaned quietly with pleasure. Though their positions kept her from taking in his entire length, she'd just won a point for dominating first entry. She grinned over her shoulder at him when his attention snapped back to her and said, "Hi," as innocently as she could, and heard John cheer from beside the arena.
He muttered a curse, but was shaking his head and laughing while doing so. Then he pulled her up to her hands and knees, having her cooperation now, and hilted himself in the same movement. Celest trembled a moment while they both got used to each other's size and tightness. He was about as large as John, if not as round in the middle, so she was more than comfortable around him. Strangely, it was the feeling of such smooth yet wrinkly balls pressing against her buttocks' lower curves that felt the most foreign to her.
The human moved slowly at first, trying to postpone his climax, and he bent over the roundness of her butt to squeeze her dangling breasts. She sank to her elbows and let him, wincing every time he twisted a nipple. He was rougher than she liked, but the discomfort was helping to keep her own orgasm at bay. She concentrated on flexing her rear end rhythmically, squeezing her soft cheeks around his shaft each time he withdrew from her.
A low pitched cry made them both look to the side where the other two competitors strained against each other. The dark haired human had the skunk bent over the ropes at the other side of the arena and was hunched over him, thrusting gently in and out of his tail hole. It looked like an awkward position, until Celest realized the human's hand that wasn't holding the skunk's wide tail to one side must have been administering to the smaller male's privates. She had to look away, the man's curly black haired balls hanging between his comparatively hairless buttocks arousing her more than she'd expected.
The younger human was picking up his pace inside her, and his weight lifted off her back as he straightened. She moaned despite herself when she felt him spread her butt cheeks, and tried to clench them together, assuming he was trying to end the extra stimulus of her velvety fur on either side of his erection. He just squeezed them viciously, the deer's muscles melting under his strong fingers. She looked at him over her shoulder and found him leaning back away from her to watch her rump as he plowed through it. He let go of her right cheek and slapped it before it returned to its natural position, watching the white spots dance in the tan fur of her hip and outer buttock as it bounced. Celest tried not to be offended when he slapped her four more times. She tried even harder to fight the unexpected arousal his slaps were giving her, knowing her endurance was fading.
So was the human's, it seemed, since he was no longer holding back, each rapid lunge almost knocking her onto her face. He released the other half of the doe's behind, and her cheeks closed around his thrusts again, but she didn't dare squeeze around him any more. She felt like flexing any muscle below her shoulders would bring her over the edge. Then his hand closed around her short tail, lifting it even further from her bottom, and his other fingers slipped between her flanks above her mound, pressing against the flesh at the base of her tail. As soon as he found the tiny dimple of inward-tapering flesh under its protective fur, he jabbed his middle finger into it, two digits deep. Celest arched her back and screamed at the painful intrusion, trying desperately to fight off her impending climax.
She felt a strong hand push against the back of her thigh, and the following emptiness in both her tail hole and vagina was so unexpected she nearly fell over. She glanced behind her to find the older human kneeling between her rump and the blonde man, who was now sitting on Celest's ankles with the other man's hand pumping his erection. Before she could move, two of the older human's fingers darted into her abandoned mound to pinch her hidden clitoris.
Already on the brink, that was more than she could take. The doe's hips bucked around her vagina's new invader, and she bit her lip to stifle another scream as her fluids gushed around the fingers inside her and down her inner thighs. An instant later a splash of warm liquid covered her left rump cheek as the dark haired human aimed the other's orgasm at her upturned bottom. A second splash hit the underside of her tail and sprayed around it to decorate the sides of her lower back, and a few more spurts found her rump and thighs.
Having stolen the two orgasm points they'd worked to build, the dark haired human let them both go and backed away from them to masturbate in the center of the arena, sharing his climax with no one. The blonde fell onto his back and Celest rolled onto her side, both panting in frustrated exhaustion while their antagonist shot his cum onto the arena's floor. The skunk was leaning against a corner post at the other side of the arena, looking like he needed a cigarette, and there was a gap in the milling crowd beyond him where spectators were avoiding the small puddle of skunk sperm in the baseball diamond's sand. When Celest's vision stopped swirling enough for her to make out the small score board on the side of their ring, it read, "Du'Volve: 0, Mallorey: 3, Gateson: 0, Nelser: 1."
It also showed almost thirteen minutes remaining in the match.
She could hardly believe so much had happened so quickly. Her sex with the blonde man had seemed to last at least half an hour before it was interrupted, and that after he and the skunk had fought over her for a short while. Under normal Domination rules, Mallorey could leave the ring right then and end the match, but the audition matches didn't end until the timer ran out. Celest got shakily to her hooves, her legs not quite ready to hold her upright. That gave her twelve minutes to get three points, since she wouldn't be able to end it with a tie.
Mallorey eyed her warily, his softening erection still dribbling the last of his orgasm in front of him. He glanced to either side to keep tabs on the other males, but stayed facing Celest. She was his only opponent standing.
As she waited for her legs to steady themselves, Celest's mind was racing. She needed three points to win, and there were three males, but only one of which looked to have much stamina left, and he was already winning by a wide margin. If she tried to arouse either of the other males, though, Mallorey would be able to work on the one she ignored. There was only one option, then.
Locking her eyes with his, she approached Mallorey casually and stopped within arm's reach of him.
He shook his head slightly at her. "It would be best if you just rel ""
A series of quick punches to his chest cut him off. He blocked each successfully despite his surprise, but Celest wasn't actually trying to hit him, only to keep his hands occupied. Now in a sturdy fighting stance, she let one of her deflected strikes linger too long at his side, and he deftly caught her wrist.
Just as she'd hoped he would.
Before Mallorey could subdue her, Celest grabbed his forearm with her free hand, darted around his side in a low dash while kicking his feet out from under him in the same swift motion, tugging his arm upward as he fell forward so that he somersaulted in midair. When he let go of her wrist to try to catch himself, she performed a cartwheel over him, both in the air for a brief moment. He thudded onto his back an instant before she landed between his legs, and froze when he saw how close one of her hooves had come to crushing his genitals. Celest was relieved they'd landed safely, too, if not as much as he was. She'd be disqualified if she permanently injured someone.
While the human was still collecting his bearings, she dropped to her knees between his thighs and closed her fingers around his balls, squeezing them harshly and glaring up at him warningly when he tried to squirm away. Her other hand lifted his rubbery penis off his belly, limp now, though still near its full size. As it twitched in her palm, she leaned down and licked its tip, cleaning the few drops of bitter semen from the small cleft in the middle of its head before closing her lips around it. She looked up at his face as she dragged her teeth over his length, making certain he understood the warning. Mallorey just groaned, letting his head fall back against the floor in submission, so she began bobbing her head slowly over his re-stiffening member, grimacing at the lingering taste of the skunk on his skin. Remembering where his penis had so recently been, she let it fall from her lips and moved to his balls instead, taking one carefully between her teeth and rolling it around her mouth with her tongue while her hands pumped his spit-slicked shaft.
She was aware of the skunk beside her only when he hopped away from Mallorey as the human tried to catch his ankle, and noticed the other human approaching from her other side while the skunk's finger pads traced lightly over her sperm-splashed bottom. Without dropping the testicle in her mouth, she raised her rump off her heels and spread her legs invitingly, shifting so that the dark human's knees were between her own. The skunk took the invitation and wormed his way under and between her thighs, dragging his nose up her body as he went from her groin to between her dangling breasts. She'd been keeping her balance with one hand on Mallorey's thigh, but once the skunk finished sliding under her, she let her upper weight rest on him, taking the human's penis in both hands again. The skunk was only too happy to be pinned between her body and the human's legs, his hands flattening her round breasts around his short muzzle. He supported her with one hand on her breast while his other hand guided his rejuvenated erection to her furry mound, hilting himself with one swift jab of his pelvis. Mallorey's curly haired nut fell from her mouth onto his upper thigh as she arched her back and cried out in pleasure, pressing her chest down against a very content skunk. The human winced as she clenched her fingers around his shaft, then groaned in less than willing pleasure as she took his tip in her mouth again, heedless now of the flavor of the male who was suckling on her left nipple and thrusting almost tenderly in and out of her vagina.
"Sorry, Steve," a voice said from above and behind her, "but if we're going to lose, we might as well make the most of it." She felt the other human's hands on top of her rump and raised her muzzle away from the member in front of her when the blonde's erection pressed up under the base of her tail, a strand of pre dangling from her chin as she panted open-mouthed from the pleasure the skunk's slow motions were giving her. The human behind her dug his fingers painfully into the brown fur of her hips and pushed forward, and Celest's jaws clenched as her tail hole stretched to admit his tip. He burrowed further into her with short, swift jabs of his pelvis, and a tear of pain escaped her wincing eye as her rectum was forced wide. She knew some people enjoyed this, but at that moment couldn't fathom why. It hurt! Mallorey was wincing as well, trying to pry away her fingers, which were wrapped around his shaft in a desperate clutch.
The skunk underneath her hilted himself in her loins and whimpered in ecstasy around her nipple as her vagina tightened more around him the deeper the human worked himself. Halfway in, the young man paused to catch his breath, looking skyward and panting openmouthed, surprised at the deer's tightness. Then, bending over the curve of her bottom to wrap his forearm around her waist, he yanked himself almost fully out of her and shot back in before her rectum could close in on itself, punching through her until his shaved testicles slapped her mound and settled on the skunk's own furry sack.
Celest yelped and had to release Mallorey's shaft to catch herself, hands on either side of his thighs. As soon as she let him go, the older human tried to scramble away from her, but froze again when the skunk reached above his head to grip the man's balls. The skunk held him secure even as he resumed thrusting in and out of Celest's mound, and she could feel his lips grin against her breast at his revenge for the dark haired human's earlier rough treatment.
The doe couldn't force enough breath out of her lungs to thank him. The blonde human was holding still inside her, trying to get used to her tightness, like he had when he'd joined with her vaginally. The motionless girth inside her was an irritation that overwhelmed the pleasure coming from the skunk's thrusts below it, and she just managed to growl, "Move!" from between clenched teeth as she pushed herself back against the human's lap
She gasped, trembling, when he complied, uncertain whether or not his long, burning lunges were an improvement. She could breathe again, at least, and resumed licking, sucking, and fondling Mallorey's phallus and genitals, moaning around his tip while trying to relax her inner muscles so she wasn't clenching quite as painfully around the other human. She trembled in the middle of the three males. The penis in her rear still hurt, but a burning pleasure was joining the discomfort now, helping the skunk build her arousal toward her second orgasm in the match. Lost in her arousal, she bobbed her head enthusiastically over Mallorey's erection, pumping the base of his shaft with one paw and kneading his balls with the other. The dark haired human lay glaring at the gray sky above them, fists clenched at his sides, apparently trying to hold off his own climax as long as possible.
After hitting their peaks so recently, it was taking all four competitors longer than usual to build themselves back to the brink of orgasm. Celest worked on Mallorey as vigorously as she was able, but even though John had complemented her time and again on her oral skills, the human wasn't even groaning, his face a stony mask of determination. The other two males moved against her passionately, their pants, grunts, and moans accompanying each thrust, but even though both of their pelvises were beginning to lunge more swiftly, the doe worried they weren't going to climax soon enough. With the timer blocked from her view by the blond human hugging her shoulders, all she could do was suck as hard as she could on the phallus in her mouth. She tried moving it to the back of her mouth, but didn't have enough control of her gag reflex to deep throat it.
In the end, with twice as much stimulus as any of the males, it was Celest who reached her second orgasm first. Moving without any real coordination between them, the blond human and the skunk thrust deep into her body at the same moment, and she once again dropped Mallorey's penis to cry out, eyes wincing shut as her vagina fluttered around the skunk's shaft like a butterfly's wings and her rectum trapped the erection filling it. She felt the mephit tense and tremble beneath her, his teeth gently biting the flesh of her left breast to one side of her nipple, and a liquid warmth saturated her vagina while it continued to ripple around him.
Exhausted after her second orgasm in so short a time, the doe collapsed on the males underneath her, drawing a grunt from the skunk when her full weight fell on him. Resting her head for a moment on Mallorey's lap, pinning his throbbing penis beneath her cheek, she gasped for breath while the other human began hammering away at her suddenly relaxed bottom. "How much . . . time left?" she panted.
She felt the skunk's face drag against her chest as he tried to shift enough to see the timer behind them and propped herself up on her elbows to take her weight off of his head. "Two minutes, twenty seconds," he told her, sounding as breathless as she was. "You need to hurry." He seemed to want Mallorey to lose as much as Celest wanted to win.
Gritting her teeth, the deer took Mallorey's erection in her paw once again and began pumping it frantically, barraging its mushroom-like tip with a flurry of licks and suckling kisses. The skunk nuzzled and lapped at her neck and shoulder affectionately, his softening length being massaged within her by the piston through the flesh against its underside while the blond human assaulted her, spreading her buttocks to once again watch himself vanish in and out of her rump's inner white pelt. Soon his thrusts were chasing spurts of warm moisture that streamed back along his length to drizzle down onto the skunk's testicles where they were pressed against the back of Celest's mound.
She ignored the cool air that rushed into her tail hole before it collapsed against a sudden emptiness, just as she ignored the last drops of semen that the blond human aimed at her back, focusing all her attention on pleasuring the male in front of her as quickly as possible. Mallorey, though, seemed as unaffected now as he had before; when she glanced up at his face, she could see one corner of his mouth pulling upward in a victorious smirk. She moved her tongue down to his curly-haired balls and made them dance between his thighs, but he didn't so much as flinch.
"A minute thirty," the skunk announced, and she fought back an unexpected panic.
Pulling her face away from the human's crotch and holding his member with one hand, she considered him thoughtfully. When the match began, he'd held back while the other two males had fought over her, then plucked the skunk by the tail when he saw the opportunity. That could have just been clear thinking and smart strategy, but he hadn't leered at Celest before they'd begun as the other two had, or even looked at her beyond a cursory glance.
"One minute even," the skunk said.
Celest darted her muzzle back down around the human's tip and alternately sucked and blew around him, fitting as much of his length between her lips as she could and breathing fully through her mouth. Using the pretense of once again fondling his testicles, she suddenly darted her fingers down between his thighs and found his anus. His smirk faded from his face, and his legs clenched around her wrist, but he was too late, merely pinning her paw right where she wanted it. Still bobbing her muzzle around his penis, she pressed against his sphincter with an index finger and was surprised when it slid into him somewhat easily, despite his clenching. Her middle finger followed it, then her ring finger, before she pulled all three back, Mallorey finally trembling beneath her.
"Thirty seconds," the skunk said excitedly, watching her every move from between her upper arms and evidently liking what he saw.
Celest formed a conical wedge with all four fingers and her thumb between the human's sweaty buttocks, then pulled her face back until her lips rested against his tip. "Try stealing this one," she murmured against his smooth-skinned head, then shoved her fingers up into him, pushing his pelvis upward and opening her mouth to engulf his penis as it rose.
Her fingers only penetrated him up to her second set of knuckles, but the width of that penetration made him arch his back in agonized pleasure. Incredibly, though, he still had enough control of himself to keep his orgasm at bay. Thinking of John, the deer thrust her fingers in and out of his anus while reaching up to tickle his side, just below his ribcage. As she closed her lips around his erection and sucked as hard as she could, he thrust up into her muzzle, hitting the back of her palate and knocking her head back an inch, and a stream of sperm shot down her throat. The next spurt she let wash down the inside of her mouth and trickle past her lips, making certain the judges could see it, but the rest she swallowed ravenously, surprised at her own lust. Her fingers kept Mallorey's anus plugged throughout his orgasm, his sphincter and rectum crushing them against each other, and she didn't withdraw them until he collapsed, dazed, against the arena floor.
"Time's up," the skunk said. "You did it, girl. You won."
At those words, Celest's vagina unexpectedly clamped down around the limp member still inside it, a third tide of her juices washing down around it and soaking the skunk's lap. The deer gasped, her free hand gripping the human's thigh while his slick buttocks still twitched around her other one, and the skunk beneath her tensed at the sudden warm moisture against his fur. "Did you just . . . ?" he started to ask, but the fox referee had climbed onto the stage and was bending over to help Celest up, gently hoisting her by the upper arm to her unsteady hooves. With the vixen's support, she shakily stepped over the two males so that they could rise as well, and turned to stare at the scoreboard herself.
The skunk was right; with the timer's numbers steadily blinking at 00:00, the score beside it read: "Du'Volve: 1, Mallorey: 3, Gateson: 0, Nelser: 4." When her hands lowered to comfort her crotch as her loins gave another spasm, Celest finally knew the answer to the question on her forms that had been nagging at her for so long.
She was participating in Domination to win.
Celest let the referee guide her to the edge of the arena, where John was waiting to help her to the baseball diamond's sand. Only now did she notice how large the crowd around arena seven had become, the cheers and applause finally breaking past her daze. Her ears flattened against her skull in embarrassment. Evidently, she had put on quite the show.
"Are you all right?" John asked, his hand caressing the side of her narrow muzzle.
Slowly, she nodded, the shock of her actions gradually slipping away from her to leave her strangely clear-headed. "I'm fine," she said, and a quiet giggle broke the gates to let a flood of laughter wash over her. She threw her arms around the husky's shoulders and kissed him, completely unashamed of her naked breasts pressing against his shirt.
Despite the taste in her mouth, John leaned into the kiss, and Celest became distinctly aware of the hardness pressing into her belly through his pants. He didn't break away from her lips until his name was called by the zebra referee. "That was amazing," he told her, grinning. "I never knew you had it in you."
Out of breath from the kiss, Celest gave his nose a quick lick and giggled. "Yes you did."
He barked a laugh as he stepped away from her. "Yeah, I guess I did."
"Jonathan Vanderhaus," the zebra repeated, and John turned to wave his paw at the referee.
"Here!" he said, then turned to look back at Celest with a crooked, nervous grin. "Guess it's my turn."
Clothed only in her fur and the drying splashes of sperm on her back and rump, the deer stood back with a grin of her own to watch her husky compete.