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The dragon takes a deep breath as he stands on one side of the empty arena. His bandaged hands grip tightly as his chest expands, his focus and his mind clearing and ready for what’s to come.

He hears his opponent approaching first. It is the steady sound of thumping across the ground that gets the dragon to open his eyes and acknowledge the newcomer—a kangawolf dressed in a sleeveless top, pear-shaped and determined in his gaze, taking this fight with the utmost seriousness as he can—except for one thing.

“Where… are your pants?” The dragon breaks the silence between the two, trying to hide his bewilderment at the sight of the kangawolf’s cock just dangling there between his legs, free in the wind.

His opponent smirks, stretching and yawning. “What’s the matter? Can’t take the sight of a real man? There aren’t any regulations saying I can’t go pantsless. Besides, we are fighting to see who’s best in all they know.” He hops and puts up his hands, narrowing his sights on the dragon. “And this is how I fight at my best.”

The dragon growls and enters into his stance. “If that is what you wish.”

“No need to be angry about it,” says the kangawolf spreading his wide, sharp-toothed grin at the dragon.

The two stare each other down, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, each combatant knowing that the wrong move could cost them, but the dragon senses his chance first and rushes in.

The kangawolf blocks the attack with crossed arms, and then he uses the momentum of the strike to fall back on his tail, lift his legs, and spring right against the dragon, striking him on the chest.

The dragon grunts as he’s hit, stumbling back, but opening up his wings to slow him down.

The fight is on, the two rushing at each other, hands and legs clashing in a series of blows and parries, the two of them dancing throughout the small arena as wind whips around them and the trees rustle. The sounds of grunts and slaps of flesh fill the air as the two continue moving, and as they go blow-by-blow with one another, the dragon starts to forget that his opponent’s dick and balls are just dangling there, flopping in the wind. He even gets a good punch into the kangawolf’s face, sending the man hopping back, cock and balls bouncing.

The dragon blushes upon seeing those things again, which gives way to him getting a tail whip to the side. Luckily, he grabs onto it, gritting his teeth and digging his claws into the kangawolf’s appendage. With the straining of his muscles and the gritting of his teeth, the dragon spins around, lifting the appendage and the whole of the kangawolf as he spins, letting go and letting his opponent fly.

The kangawolf tumbles and rolls before landing on his feet, sliding against the ground and catching himself with his hand. He shakes off the grit and snickers, looking to the dragon with that wolfish grin upon his face.

“And just what are you so happy about?” asks the dragon, stepping slowly toward the nearly downed kangawolf. “I clearly have the upper hand here.”

The kangawolf tuts at him, waving a finger and standing tall. “Oh, but you haven’t the upper hand at all. I’m just getting warmed up!” And with that, he bounces right toward the dragon, going in for another powerful kick with those massive kanga legs.

The dragon ducks down under the advancing kick, only to feel something warm tinkle onto his snout as the kangawolf flies over him. He wipes his face off and spins around, catching a whiff of the ammonia in the air, only for his eyes to widen at the realization. “Did you just—?!”

The kangawolf spins around, splashing more of the piss over the dragon’s chest, making the opponent stumble back. “Behold, my secret weapon!”

“You’re insane!” the dragon snaps back, rushing at the kangawolf, but his foot catches something wet and he loses his grip, slipping and falling face-first into the ground!

The kangawolf looms over the dragon, snickering as he stands there with his hands on his hips. “When you are fighting a master of piss style martial arts, you have to keep your eyes out for anything unconventional.”

The dragon rolls out of the way and gets onto his feet, lunging toward the kangawolf. This was until the kangawolf moved his hands in a fluid motion, and something warm and wet hits the dragon in the back of the head, sending him stumbling forward and right into the path of an upper cut.

The dragon is dazed as he flies up into the air, collapsing and landing on the ground in a splash. He groans, pushing himself up slowly, gritting his teeth as he watches the kangawolf, letting loose streams here and there, making the arena a veritable mine field of piss.

The dragon rushes forward again, this time, dodging what streams he can as they rise up into the air and strike at him, but the flowing fountains are too much and soon one hits, and then another, and then two more, and soon he’s shot by a barrage of piss missiles that send him falling to his knees, dripping in the golden shower, his clothes soaked and his dignity ruined. Meanwhile, the kangawolf rushes up and kicks him in the jaw, sending him snapping back.

“Is that all you got?” the kangawolf taunts, shaking his head.

“No…” growls the dragon. He pushes himself up and spreads his wings, letting out a mighty roar.

He was not out of this fight yet. But if he was going to win, the draogn would have to try something different—something drastic.

The kangawolf laughs as the dragon gets himself up on his feet. The hybrid bounces, balancing on his tail, his large, bottom-heavy built sloshing about as he wobbles back and forth in the air.

“No matter how good you are at what you do, you’ll never be able to fight against the watersports martial arts!”

The dragon snarls and lashes forward, only for the kangawolf to leap high into the air, spinning around and landing right back on his tail, bouncing and balancing.

“Oh, you poor, pathetic derg. You really can’t handle what I dish out, can you?”

“I can too!” snaps the dragon, spinning around, only to stumble when he sees what is waiting for him.

The kangawolf leans back, his mouth wide open, his legs up in the air and spread widely. His cock is hard and pointing upward, curling toward him,a nd from it rushes out a stream of piss like a fountain, falling onto his tongue and mouth. He giggles and swishes, gulping down the golden shower before bouncing back down.

“That’s… that’s…”

“What? Do I bother you?” asks the kangawolf, curling his fingers closer to himself.

The dragon roars and rushes forward, this time jumping up as he does, throwing a punch straight toward the kangawolf. While the kangawolf leaps, he doesn’t account for the dragon’s attack, and he takes a hit straight to his sloshy stomach.

The kangawolf doubles over, groaning as the fists sinks into his jiggling belly, and the hit pushes so hard against him, pressing his bladder, that he leaks, tinkling onto the ground.

When they both land, the dragon smirks, stretching his fingers. “I’ve found your weakness.”

The kangawolf leaps up and bounces away, waving his hands. As he does, the little puddle that his cock made sloshes around and makes a pissy hook around the dragon’s ankle, throwing him off balance and ready for the kangawolf’s swift kick to the chest. “Fat chance! YOu only gave me more ammunition!”

The dragon lifts his knee, striking the stomach again, snarling as he does so. “How about this!?”

The kangawolf is sent flying back, piss spraying about, but he snickers and sends the flying spray back down to the dragon in daggers of pee.

The dragon flexes his wings around him, covering his body as the projectile piss strikes his protective covering repeatedly. He growls through the sharp pain caused by the magically controlled discharge. “I’m not going down like this,” the dragon says, hyping himself up. He flicks his wings open and rushes again, peforming a swift kick that strikes true again on his opponent’s ballooning belly.

Again, the kangawolf pees a little as his stomach is struck, but it hardly makes a dent in his massive size. He bounces back and sloshes around, rubbing his stomach and chuckling as he looks to the dragon, shaking his head. “I’ve stored up far too much of my precious piss to ever be forcibly removed. You’d have to hit me enough times to actually defeat me in order to even get close, and there’s no way I’m going to let you hit me with any more strikes.”

The dragon rolls his shoulders, grinding his teeth as he stares at the taunting kangawolf. He watches the bouncing opponent for any possible opening, but there seem to be none—at least for the time being.

But the kangawolf isn’t going to let the dragon investigate him so easily, as he rushes forward, bouncing and leaking onto the ground at the same time, creating a trail of yellow wherever he goes.

The dragon puts up his defenses, narrowing his gaze and focusing. Where would the attack come from? The tail? The piss? The legs?

No, it’s a punch to the snout!

The dragon stumbles back, stars blurring his vision. He blinks and shakes himself out of it, but by the time he gets his bearings again, there’s a lash of piss wrapping around his throat and throwing him down to his knees. From there, the kangawolf lifts a leg and cracks the dragon on the back of the head with a powerful heel kick, sending him sprawled out on the ground in front of another potential puddle.

“It’s okay to lose against my unconventional style,” says the kangawolf, lording over the dragon. “After all, I’ve spent so much time perfecting it, and no one has ever found a way around it. I’ve accomplished what few fighters have in this league—a totally undefeatable fighting style!” He claps his hands as he bounces about, going around the dragon in a circle, pissing as he goes, making a ring around him.

“And now,” he begins, leering at his downed opponent. “It’s time for me to give you the finishing move and be done with this pathetic match once and for all!”

The dragon lies on the ground, sprawled out with his cheek against the dirt, seeing those feet bounce and the piss fall. Is it true? Is there no way to defeat him?

No conventional way, perhaps.

But maybe, just maybe, there’s something unconventional he can try.

The dragon licks his lips and then closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, knowing what he will have to do.

The circle is nearly complete, but the dragon pushes himself up, getting up to his knees and flashing a glare over at the kangawolf.

“It’s too late now,” says the kangawolf stopping and turning to face the dragon. He claps his hands together and lowers his head. “Soon, the circle will defeat you once and for all!”

As soon as the kangawolf finishes that proclaimation, the dragon lunches forward, grabbing the kangawolf and tackling him to the ground. The two tustle and roll, kicking and scratching, biting and clawing, but the dragon doesn’t get up very far. He’s only got his hands wrapped around the kangawolf’s legs and his face hovers up by his waist.

But that’s just where he needs to be to do what must be done.

The kangawolf hops about, slapping his tummy, jiggling that massive thing in front of the dragon. “What’s the matter? Too scared to come at me? Are you willing to admit defeat right here and now? Because if not, I have plenty of piss in the tank.”

“No,” The dragon says, standing resolute before the kangawolf.

“Huh? What’s that? You want to rephrase that?” The kangawolf says, cupping his hand to his ear and leaning in. “I’ll give you one last chance.

“I said, NO!” The dragon roars and rushes forward, swiping claws at the kangawolf. The hybrid hops back, laughing with maniacal giggles as the dragong oes at him.

“Oh, you poor, deluded fool. You actually think you can still take me on. You have no options. You have no plan. It’s all a waste of your time!”

“Oh, I have a plan, alright!” THe dragon says, leaping up into the air with a flying kick.

THe kangawolf, already mid-hop, can’t back up any further than he already has been going, and receives a foot to the face, squishing his cheek and sending his neck twisting. Not only that, but he falls back, crashing to the ground, sprawled out on his back.

Next, the kangawolf gets the full weight of the dragon pinned against his legs, the scaled comtbatant staring him down with narrowed eyes as his hands press against the hybrid’s thighs.

“Guuh…. G-gotta admit,” the kangawolf says, spitting blood to the ground. “You got me pretty good. But there ain’t no way you can beat me as long as I have my, ah!?”

He’s interrupted as the dragon scoops down, snatching the kangawolf’s cock in his grasp, wrapping his fingers around that length, holding it up toward him and squeezing it tight.

“A… ah. Ha… I see. You’re going to try to stop me up. Well, my presure’s too good. It’ll break through and spray right over your face-whaoaah!”

He doesn’t have a chance to get that threat all the way out when the dragon throws himself down, opening his maw wide, showing off his sharp rows of teeth and then clamps his lips around the length. He keeps his gaze pijnned on the kangawolf’s eyes, staring him with a challenging gaze, growling from the back of his throat as he slowly, slowly, lets go of the cock with his hand.

“Okay, so you got your mouth on me, so what? You want me to piss all into you, you filthy degenerate, is that it? You’ll never be able to handle it all. It’ll make you pop!” He says this, but the dragon doesn’t look away from him. Instead, the dragon begins to suck, his cheeks caving in, and the pressure building up in the penis.

The kangawolf squirms underneath of the dragon, gulping and gasping, pushing himself up and grabbing at the dragon’s shoulders, but no matter what he tries in his struggle to escape the sucking, he can’t stop his bladder from letting slip the streatm that the dragon coaxes out of him.

THe stuff tastes acidic as it hits the dragon’s tongue, but he doesn’t waver as he gulps down the stream, filling his mouth and puffing out his cheeks and making him swallow over and over again. He lifts his hips, letting his lower body hover over the kangawolf as he goes to town gulping down more and more of that urine.

The kangawolf stares in disbelief as the dragon holds firm onto him, feeling the gurgling deep in his belly as the stretched out tanks filled with golden goodness start to empty out. “Nuh-no way…” he gasps, eyes widening and jaw falling open. “You can’t actually be doing it. You can’t actually be taking it all!”

But the dragon raises his tail and he holds firm, slurping and sucking and gulping. From the corner of his lips, some golden liquid peaks out, but he keeps firm, not letting that seal completely burst, lest that flow releases all over him instead of into him.

The kangawolf grits his teeth, sloshing back and forth, trying to roll over. He’s trying to get himself on top. He’s trying to keep himself from being utterly defeated by this resolute creature on top of him. He wails and grabs at him, but the dragon dodges all attempts to catch him, instead continuing to suck and suck and suck.

And while the dragon drags out the piss from the kangawolf, the kangawolf’s stomach starts to shrink, losing its sloshiness and starting to settle. The kangawolf groans as he finds himself more and more empty, but gasps when he sees the dragon starting to swell, his outfit ripping, his scales spreading apart from one another, revealing the soft flesh underneath.

The dragon keeps it up, no matter how tired he gets, no matter how the taste and the smell and the burning on his tongue makes his stomach churn. He keeps up the drinking. He will deny the kangawolf his greatest weapon and provide for him the greatest humiliation.

And with one final gulp, the dragon pulls his face back, gasping for air and coughing up some yellow spittle. He wipes his arm across his face and glances down at the kangawolr before him.

The kangawolf is much smaller than before, and much smaller than the dragon is right now. The giang dragon stands up, wobbling as he is now the bottom heavy one, breathing heavily, his eyes looking hazy. He can hardly keep it together as his stomach churns and his gullet does loops in his chest, but aside from how he feels, he overshadows the kangawolf, and that alone is what matters.

The kangawolf whimpers, covering his face and looking away. “OKay, okay, you win!” he whines.

The dragon smirks, and he nods, finding it hard to keep it together, but he turns around and waddles away, stumbling as he goes, a victor, but woozy from what he had to do in order to win.