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The words resounded with an eerie finality that had Shetland's heart pounding as he took his first step forward. The crowd became a dull distraction from the Mastiff hidden by the upward arch of the bridge's apex. The large draft horse's 6'8" frame shivered with anticipation, well defined muscles twitching with an anxiety that the equine's face refused to reveal.

Below, the spikes waited with the patience of the inanimate. Their collection of fallen fighters hung suspended in their grasp, as though staring upwards at the two combatants approaching each other. There was no judgement in their glassy dead eyes, just the calm demeanor of those waiting for the inevitable; either the horse or Mastiff would join them shortly. Shetland eased his own internal tension with a wry smirk, picturing his opponent admist the defeated refuse below.

"Come on, Shet. I been butterin' my fists up all day so you can enjoy some flavour while I pound y'er face in!" the cocky taunt of the Mastiff preceded him by only a second, the stocky male coming into view at a slow lope. He was shorter than Shetland, the draft horse towering nearly three quarters of a foot taller than the canine, but the smaller male made up for it with the density of his body; he was thick, corded muscles sliding beneath his fur like liquid quicksilver. The smaller male had the drive to use them as well. Even before the first punch was thrown, the sheer exhilaration which came from a life or death struggle had begun to harden the male's cock. The thin black silken briefs the canine wore tented with his half-erect shaft, each step causing it to jostle lewdly in the loosely fit fabric; Shetland paid it as little mind as possible.

"Good, so it'll slide in easier when I shove it down your own throat, Ty" Shetland replied. The smirk on his lips pulled back into a confident sneer as the two large bodies collided in the middle of the bridge. The first seconds were chaos. Shetland still smelled faintly of the soap he'd used before entering the arena, and the canine reeked of lust and sweat. The fragrances mingled into a veritable cologne of desperate need. Where one ended, and the other began became less important than that they were there at all.

Shetland had to lower his gaze to keep a proper eye on the Mastiff as his thick mahogany furred limbs closed around the canine in a bearhug that sought more to test Ty's defenses than actually catch him in a grapple. Ty, for his part, seemed just as explorative. His body pressed up against Shetland as he hooked a leg around one of the horse's, trying to test the large male's balance by pushing against him. The battle hung in this struggle for nearly a minute, feet shifting and paws clasping for handholds on the nearly naked body of their opponent. It was Ty who grabbed the early advantage, however. Though Shetland had the longer reach, the canine was too solid for the equine to properly dislodge; it was like trying to upend a tank. Ty's brute strength forced the horse back slowly until his paw finally found the space he needed to send a close-range punch squarely into Shetland's gut.

Shetland's eyes widened in surprise. The domineering male tensed his abs as a second blow landed in amongst the vulnerable contours of his belly but the first strike had been unexpected, and the horse found himself forced to catch his breath. The Mastiff saw his opening, and his right fist drove up into Shetland's belly again and again. It was only after nearly half a dozen blows had landed that Shetland finally loosened his grip and reeled back to gather himself. The horse could feel his belly roil with displeasure at the punishment, the area right above the waistband of his briefs sore despite the thick wall of abs that protected it; if the canine was a tank in build, his fists were the cannons.

Ty licked his lips, hanging back as the horse readied himself.

"Don't puke, Shet. That'd just be humiliating." The dog's cock had reached full mast in his briefs, the fabric pulled taut by the heavy prick hiding within the black fabric. The sweat already beading on his tawny fur only seemed to highlight the depravity of such a sight. Perhaps the horse was no better; despite the discomfort in his gut, the horse was acutely aware that his own cock had begun to harden. He'd done this too many times to be put off by the danger, and perhaps it was the danger that excited him. Regardless, the horse's red briefs had begun to form a tent of their own, his virile prick as much of a challenge to the Mastiff's perceived dominance as the grin that curled the corners of Shetland's lips.

"Whatever you say, mutt." There was no need for wit. The words now were just something to fill the silence as they considered each other and planned their next move.

Shetland moved first. The horse doubled his large body over and rushed into the canine in a surprisingly bold move. Ty, despite his dense frame, had no way to divert the blow from such a close range. In the three or four steps Shetland had to take to reach his target, the canine only had enough time to throw his paws up in a clumsy block which did little to absorb the blow. With a yelp, the dog went flying back, landing hard on his ass with his head nearly cracking against the stonework of the bridge. Arms braced below him, the Mastiff looked up at the towering male above him and found his hips suddenly buried beneath the wide hoof of one of Shetland's feet. The dog's body arched back as a grimace of pain flashed across his face, as fleeting as a ghost it appeared then disappeared as a howl ripped from Ty's lips. Shetland's hoof had come down right on the canine's jutting prick, forcing it flat against Ty's lower belly before grinding it forcefully. The humiliation was worse than the pain which tore from the dog's cock and balls and lanced its way up into Ty's guts.

"How's this for humiliation?" The horse snarled, looking down at the writhing canine before lifting an arm in a general salute to the crowd. The mob of eager faces watching the battle erupted into a cacophony of frenzied cheering. Though it only lasted for five seconds, Shetland could have lived in that moment forever. The warmth of the dog's body beneath his foot, and the helpless grip of Ty's paws on Shetland's calf was enough to bring out the sadist in the large horse. Like all things, desire soon gave way to reality, and Shetland removed his foot. Ty was left sprawled on the bridge with his paws gripping his battered dick. Despite the abuse, he was still hard, in fact, Shetland couldn't help but notice that the dog almost seemed harder!

"AGH! You fuck!" Ty's body was shuddering as he slowly rose to his feet, still nursing his battered manhood. Despite this, the dog didn't seem as angry as he was embarrassed. They were entertainers performing an act for the crowd, and there was no room for hatred amongst co-workers; Ty's only regret was that he hadn't been the one to perform such a move on Shetland!

"Yeah, I do. Want a go?" The horse stepped into the unstable looking canine and brought a powerful knee up into Ty's gut. The dog grunted and doubled over before a fist slamming into his back sent the Mastiff to the stones once more. Laying prone at Shetland's feet, the dog groaned out but made no move to rise. "Come on, Ty" Shetland continued, "You usually put up a better fight than this. Get your shit together."

Tossing his broad head back, blonde mane whipping in the air, the draft horse turned and strolled leisurely away from the downed male. Curling lean fingers around the impressive girth of his dick, the equine stroked it for the crowd in a primal show of dominance over his opponent. The red silk tent already sported a dark patch at the tip of it, pre-cum beading only to soak into the fabric. Ty huffed and puffed into the stones of the bridge before slowly he found his knees and rose to his feet.

Seeing Shetland's back to him, the canine began his cumbersome lope towards the taunting male. Perhaps it was over-confidence, or maybe the horse was showing his inexperience, but though he knew Ty was coming in behind him, he didn't bother to turn as the Mastiff approached. Intending to show off, Shetland turned his upper-body and threw his elbow behind him to try and interrupt the charge without turning to actually face the incoming fighter. Ty's increasing desperation was not blind, however, and the counter was easier to anticipate than the horse believed it to be. The dog dropped as the elbow came towards him, his forward momentum carrying him into the small of Shetland's back in a devastating tackle which took the horse right off his feet.

A whinny of surprise tumbled from Shetland even as the horse went down to his knees, his cock bouncing and balls swaying with the impact of his weight hitting the patchwork stones. His body was forced to arch forward, belly thrust out by the force of the dog hitting his back. When Ty's fist found the nape of Shetland's neck, the horse had little choice but to fall forward in a near faint. His tongue lolling from his mouth, the stunned male could feel the thundercloud of agony rumbling along his spine and little else. Legs splayed and arms stretched above his head, the horse was left helpless in a sudden reversal of his fortunes. By the time he was able to feel anything again, he could aware of a weight on his ass. Ty's foot had come down on the prone male as though he were a trophy to gloat over; payback for Shetland's earlier indulgence.

Shetland's ass clenched, silky briefs rippling slightly with the movement. Ty could feel the subtle movement and looked down at the sprawled horse.

"Going to get up? Or shall I just roll you off the side?"

The Mastiff's foot left Shetland's ass as the canine lowered himself into a seated position just below Shetland's shoulder blades and straddle his body. The horse's body tried to buck suddenly at the weight pressing down against him, but there was nothing he could do save throw his hands up in a vain attempt to dislodge his rival, swatting and slapping at the sweat-slickened fur of the Mastiff. Ty paid little heed to the futile struggle, taking his time and grinding his heavy balls along Shetland's back before lacing both of his paws beneath the horse's chin. Rolling backwards, the Mastiff stretched Shetland's throat and forced the larger male's head back in a textbook Camel Clutch. Shetland's tongue hung limply against his cheek as his back screamed out in protest. The male's entire upper body left the ground, feet kicking uselessly against the stones as Ty locked in the hold.

The canine was all smiles, his earlier embarrassments forgotten in the face of this growing triumph. He could feel the horse's quick pulse against the paws gripping Shetland's throat, and each second only seemed to solidify Ty's growing sense of victory. Oh, this was too easy! Rolling back hard, the Mastiff put even more pressure on Shetland's back. Beneath the horse, that large equine dick was partially exposed by the arch of the male's body, and pre-cum was trickling through the fabric now as more of it began to flow.

"I could break your back doing this, Shet. Want me to?" Ty leaned forward to whisper the tender words into Shetland's flitting ear. "Might help when I throw you onto the spikes, you know, dull the feeling a bit. What do ya say?"

Shetland tried to open his mouth to answer, but the strain on his throat allowed nothing but a few flecks of spittle to bubble out from between his lips. The horse's face had grown red beneath the mixture of white and brown hair covering his face and his breathing had been reduced to a few shallow gulps between Ty's pulls on his throat. The horse was certain that he had lost the fight; the strength was leaving his limbs and the only muscle with any firmness left to it was his engorged cock.

Ty rolled his eyes at the feeble response from his opponent. Adjusting his position, the Mastiff moved himself a little higher up on Shetland's body. The added weight forced the horse's belly back down against the stones but it also gave the fading horse one last desperate hope. When Ty leaned in for a final tease, Shetland's hands lifted. All of his strength went into the simple movement; if he missed, he'd have nothing left and would have no choice but to hope Ty wouldn't accept such a quick victory, and draw the fight out a little longer. Shetland's numb fingers dug into the leaning dog's neck, pinching fiercely just above his collarbone. It was enough to surprise the Mastiff into releasing his hold and instinctively moving to dislodge the hand holding him. That the canine realized his mistake almost immediately didn't save Ty from the second hand which came up and grabbed the opposite side of his neck.

"Fu--!" Ty began to shout before the exhausted horse let out a sudden roar of effort and pulled Ty's face down into the back of the horse's thick skull! Stars blazed before Shetland's face, but he repeated the action twice more before finally falling facedown to lay senselessly on the stones.

Ty was in no better shape. Blood oozed from his shattered nose, eyes rolling in a daze that soon sent him toppling from atop the slowly recovering horse. Shetland rose to all fours, panting for breath as he stared down at the sweat stained stones he'd been laying on. His cock hung heavily, pointing towards the stones and tingling from the sudden lack of pressure smashing it against the ground. Rising to his feet, the woozy horse towered over the Mastiff, who could only look up as he tried to draw breath through his ruined nose.

"Dammit, Shet. No fair." The Mastiff's voice was muffled by the damage done to his face, the blood-filled nostrils making the male sound as though he were dealing with a rather nasty cold. He winced as Shetland's fingers closed around his neck and dragged the Mastiff to his feet. Ty threw a fist into Shetland's ribs, causing a whicker of pain to ripple the horse's lips, but the grip on the Mastiff's neck remained firm. Twisting the smaller male so he faced away from the horse before the canine could probably regain his balance, the equine locked one of his broad legs around one of Ty's and twisted his opponent's body to keep him off balance.

Ty's body was stretched by the reach that Shetland's longer limbs allowed, his upper body held to the side as the lock on his leg kept his lower body in place. Without facing Shetland, there was little the Mastiff could do in the grapple, one of Shetland's long arms curling around the canine's chest just below his armpits. The position grew increasingly uncomfortable for Ty with each passing second, his battered muscles straining to try and right himself. The position did little for Ty's modesty either. Stretched as he was, his briefs were pulled taut against his seeping dick, the virile length put on lewd display for the crowd.

Gritting his teeth, Ty struggled but the hold forced his body into too awkward a position to gather much momentum into his movements. He could feel the strong muscles of Shetland pressing against him from behind. His concentrated efforts soon melted into a desperate writhing as he felt Shetland's free hand close around his unprotected dick. Letting out a gasp of surprise, the Mastiff's position lent him an air of submission that showed itself in the reddening of his cheeks. The blood which still trickled from his broken nose helped to hide some of the shameful flush, but Ty could easily feel it heat up his face.

Shetland's fingers moved almost too gingerly for someone his size. They tickled along the aching prick, exciting all of the emotions that had been building in Ty's gut throughout the battle. The Mastiff's limbs shivered as his hips rutted uselessly against the tightening grip of Shetland's fingers. The hot breath puffing against his ears didn't help the canine fight the urge to just submit to those fingers, and within seconds the canine realized he'd done just that. Cock straining, the male moaned out pitifully as more pre-cum welled and dribbled down his length; the sound of the crowd enjoying the exhibition of utter dominance before them only served to heighten Ty's need.

Soft grunts ripped from Ty in a rhythmic fashion and they soon synced almost perfectly with the heavy strokes of Shetland's hand against the dog's silk-covered manhood. Each stroke was punctuated by the stallion's fist bumping against Ty's balls, and each touch sent a spike of desire up into the male's gut.

"First I'm gonna kill that spike of yours, then the spikes are gonna kill you, pup" growled Shetland.

Ty's blush only deepened, though he made a show of trying to escape the now inevitable result of the horse's demeaning strategy. The feeling of horror that Ty felt when the knot in his belly finally gave way and his climax struck was unimaginable. An unbecoming howl of complete submission filled the air when the first gush of cum pumped into Ty's briefs. The thick cream fired into, and through, the silky fabric with all the force one would expect from the defeated--but still respectably powerful--male. His hips pushing forward, the increasingly damp fabric clung tightly to the dog's spurting prick, highlighting the contours of his cock and balls in the glistening fabric. When the male's cry finally ceased, he simply grit his teeth and rode out the orgasm in silent shame.

Shetland smirked as he felt the smaller male buck and jerk in his grip, the smell of Ty's cum reaching the horse's broad nostrils almost immediately. He allowed the dog a minute to relish the sense of defeat that came with such an impotent display before a quick shove sent the disoriented male several steps towards the edge of the bridge. Body singing out its pain from the intense bout, Shetland lifted both of his hands, clasping them together into a mighty ball of knuckle and co-ordinated power. When they struck the side of Ty's head, the dog stood no chance.

Ty let out a second, shorter howl as he felt the impact of Shetland's blow. The force of the attack took the dog right off of his feet, throwing him to the side and right off of the edge of the bridge.

"GYAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The canine's deathcry rocketed through the air as his flailing limbs failed to do anything save part the air around his falling form. His spent prick already sotftening, the canine was dimly aware of everything around him as he fell. The feeling of cum cooling in his briefs, the tacky feeling of it against his crotchfur and thighs, the roar of the crowd, the smug smirk of Shetland as he watched the vanquished canine fall, and the sound of air rushing past his lips. All of that disappeared, however, as Ty's entire existence became a single second of pain that stretched on until it seemed the Universe itself must surely end soon. Everything became that second, and that second became everything; Ty's body hit the spikes faceup and the dog's consciousness was torn from him as a spike punctured his heart.

Shetland watched as Ty's body struck the spikes. Several of them pierced the male's chest and belly, with one piercing the dead male's throat and ending him instantly.

RED DEFEATS BLACK!

Shetland didn't look up. Ty's head was lolling back, his glassy eyes staring at nothing in particular as his tongue hung from his mouth in a stupefied look that left the dog looking as though he were still screaming. The tent in the dead fighter's briefs was gone, and as Shetland stroked his still hard prick he grimaced faintly. There was still one fight to go. Finally, the draft horse tore his eyes away from the defeated fighter below, just one of many who lay amongst the spikes, and looked to the dragon standing at the far end of the bridge.

"RED VERSUS GREEN"

The final round had come.