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The sound of cheering echoes in from the arena as Butch comes down the ramp and into the locker room. She's panting heavily from the sex fight, caked in sweat and a patina of dust from the arena floor, but from the broad smile on her face Mai can tell she's victorious – that, and the glistening black cock jutting out from her furred loins, buoying along as she walks.

She doesn't say a word to anyone as she sits down on the bench, just revels in a hard-fought win.

Mai needs no telling from Mistress. She drops to her knees in front of the C-breed and opens her mouth, ready to perform the role she so spent so long applying to get.

Butch's member is aiming straight at her. It twitches in her warm breath.

Mai has seen it before, seen dozens of them in fact, but she still marvels at it all the same. She can pick out all the veins throbbing along its sides. From the look of them, the match might have been closer than Butch's swagger was letting on. It smells faintly of tailhole, layered in with the body odour and grime. She wants nothing more than to suckle on it, but she knows to wait for permission.

“Well?" Mistress says. “Did you win?"

“Did I win?" Butch snorts. “You should see the other guy."

“He's got empty balls, I hope."

“Sure does. And . . ."

She spreads her legs and reaches down to roll her engorged sack between her fingers.

“These puppies are nice and full," she finishes.

“Good," Mistress says. “Now it's time to drain them. We need you nice and empty for the next bout."

Butch doesn't reply, just scrunches up her face and issues a dull grunt of effort.

Mai ducks down closer to the floor, going on all fours, to watch what she suspects is coming next. The bench is in the middle of the locker room, bolted to the tiled floor. There are holes cut into it at regular intervals, and beneath it is a narrow channel of constantly running water. It's there to swiftly and cleanly carry away any ablutions the contenders might need to partake in.

“One . . . sec . . ." Butch groans.

There's a lewd farting noise as she bears down and pushes out a stringy mass of cum from her tailhole. The body of it splatters right into the water and the rest drips down in long ropes.

“Sorry, kid," Butch mutters.

“Mmhm," Mai chirps.

It's all she ever says.

In truth, the sight – and the lurid smell – turns her on even more, although reaching underneath her modest loincloth to touch herself is strictly forbidden without Mistress' consent.

“Guess my balls weren't the only thing that was full, huh," Butch says, with deliberate pride.

With the show over, Mai goes back to her original position, on her knees with her mouth open, hovering just over the tip of Butch's sensitive cock.

Mistress folds her arms across the chest of her toga.

“Nice showing off," she says, dryly. “Now come on, let's get them drained too. You know the rules – we only have half an hour of self-directed time before normal prohibitions are back in force."

“Yeah," Butch says. “Listen, I've been thinking. I reckon I can go without it."

Mistress rolls her eyes.

“Mai," she says. “Hand."

Mai knows what to do. She was already anticipating the instruction after hearing Butch decline her services. She reaches out and wraps her right hand around the thick base of Butch's shaft, then slowly pulls it upwards. The impressive cock is well-lubricated with spit and what Mai assumes are the juices of the fighter Butch just defeated. They're filmy and creamy.

Butch shivers involuntarily as her cock heaves out a large glob of precum.

It runs over Mai's fingers and down to her wrist.

“Mai," Mistress says. “Mouth."

Mai doesn't need telling twice. She obediently leans forward and closes her lips around the pulsating head of Butch's cock, then begins to suckle on it merrily.

Butch shifts her weight back with a creak of the bench, pulling it out of Mai's mouth.

“Don't touch that," she says.

Mai waits, eyeing it up hungrily. One brief taste has left her wanting more.

“Do you know," Mistress says, patiently, “What the greatest opponent you'll ever face is? It's not anyone out there in the arena. It's pride. Pride is insidious. I've seen it bring down stronger players than you."

As she speaks, she places a hand on the back of Mai's head and pushes it forward.

Mai's eyes widen as half of Butch's length slides smoothly into her mouth. She clamps her lips down around it, not wanting to let it back out, savouring the thick weight of it on her tongue. She can tell it's close to bursting.

Butch can too. She takes a deep breath as she struggles to hold on.

“I'm telling . . . you . . ." she insists, unsteadily. “I don't need to . . . uh . . ."

Her cock swells again and a long string of bitter precum hits the back of Mai's throat, only to be immediately gulped down with some enthusiasm.

“There's no use holding it," Mistress says. “Mai? Hand. Our hero has a weak spot."

Mai would like nothing more.

Butch tenses nervously as Mai reaches up through the hole in the bench to feel for the puckering tailhole above it. It's slippery with cum, making it easy to slide a slender finger in through the ring of muscle.

“So, swallow your pride," Mistress concludes. “And let Mai swallow your load. Think of it as a luxury."

“Yeah," Butch manages to gasp out. “Alright, kid. One . . . one luxury, coming right up."

“Mmhm," Mai chirps, her voice muffled by Butch's cock.

She doesn't have long to wait. She knows the start of Butch's orgasm from the way the muscular fighter's tailhole clamps down hard on her finger, sucking rhythmically on it just as Mai is on her dick. The first jet of warm cum hits the back of her throat a moment later. She dutifully swallows it down, and the one after it, and the one after that too. The powerful spurts are followed by a long stream of milky liquid and then a few final dribbles. Mai makes sure to get all of it. She always leaves a cock cleaner than when she found it. When she's done and it's out of her mouth, she takes a moment to admire her handiwork. The jerking, twitching member is still fully hard, but it's much neater now. The juices that had been streaked along its sides are gone. It shines and gleams with her saliva.

Butch trembles as Mai smoothly pulls the finger out of her tailhole.

Mistress strokes a hand along Butch's chin.

“Good girl," she purrs. “Nice and relieved for the next fight. No cumming for the next seven days."

Butch is still panting heavily. She wipes her brow with the back of her wrist before looking up. To both of their surprise, she has a wicked grin on her snout.

“What about the next half hour?" she says.

“We've still got most of it left," Mistress notes. “Mai? Mouth."

“Mmhm," Mai chirps, and goes back to work.