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The snakeman known as Zavis glanced over his knee around the lockeroom, inconspicuously assessing the fighting potential of the other wrestlers. He watched them dart in and out of the showers, dismissing the catcalls and other various noises that arose within.

Looks like there's not a lot of drama. Good.

The underground arena he was currently in was much smaller than the one back home, even though it entertained a much larger audience. It seemed that sex-fighting was a popular sport everywhere.

Absently his mind wondered back to the events earlier in the day, going all the way back to when he first first agreed to join the FWL...

"Now if you will just sign here we will be all done." He was finishing up some last minute paperwork with one Sebastian Perez, a large vampire bat, who doubled as both the chairman and founder of the FWL. Apparently he was one of those who liked to get involved in the day-to-day operations.

Zavis remembered having to choke back a laugh when he finally placed his name and face. Criminals weren't usually his go-to party for employment. At least, as long as they kept their drama away from him. Fun and drama didn't really mix all that well in Zavis's book.

"Do you have any questions Mr. Zavis?" The bat's tone was amicable enough for a criminal.

"Just Zavis thanks," he said, biting back a chuckle, "When will my first match be?"

"You can have it tonight, if you want." If the bat had noticed the snake's little slip-up he didn't say anything.

"Excellent," said the snake-man, "Tonight it is then. Can you tell me who my opponent is going to be? Or are you going to just throw me in there with whomever?" Zavis suspected it would be the latter but he wanted to be sure. "I'm not sure how you screen your fresh meat here."

"We have a tier-based selection system; you, as the newest member, will have to wait to be selected to fight."

Latter it was then. Had the bat picked up on Zavis's little chuckle? It sure felt like he had.

"If that's the case then how can you be sure that I'll be given a match tonight? They could just as easily pick someone else."

"We offer a substantial bonus to those who choose to fight our newest members. We find that it incentivizes our performers to get better acquainted with each other."

And it gives them an easy win.

"Said bonus can go to the freshman as well, provided they beat their opponent."

Zavis's eyebrows flew up at that. "That's quite an awards system. Is that to incentivize the newbies too?"

"Something of that nature yes." Zavis picked up on the weary tone and knew that the conversation was over. "If there is nothing else," the bat rose out of his expensive desk chair, a sense of finale ebbing from his every word.

"Nothing further," Zavis rejoined, standing onto his feet. He was getting nothing more out of the bat and he knew it. "Thank you for this opportunity." The snake-man gave the bat a small smile, just enough to show that he was going to be a "good little boy" and play by the rules.

The bat returned his smile with one of his own. "You are quite welcome." Sebastian stuck his hand out towards the snakeman, "I hope you have a great time with us. And do not worry Zavis; I will make sure that you have a match tonight."

Zavis wasn't sure if he liked the sound of that. "If you're sure," Zavis remembered himself saying, a sinking feeling creeping into his gut. "Alright then. Thank you for this opportunity. .

"You are quite welcome. Have a good day Zavis."

Zavis couldn't get out of that office fast enough. After stepping out the door he rounded the corner and followed the signs to the locker-room, mentally accessing whoever he came across just in case they were to be his opponent. He selected one of the unpicked lockers that no one was nearby as his own and changed, looking out for whoever his opponent was going to be.

He was just finishing up his laces when a voice called out over the intercom. Attention everyone. The final bout for the evening will be the veteran Bully versus our newest member Zavis. I repeat, tonight's final match will be Bully versus Zavis. Will both the Bully and Zavis please report to the ring?

Jumping to his feet Zavis took a moment to check himself out in the mirror, admiring the way he looked. His white trunks with green sidelines and matching boots really went well with his lithe bod, as did the matching knee-pads. He'd have to do some shopping later, it seemed.

The arena's entrance was at the other end of the locker-room, letting Zavis see the many faces that averted themselves as he walked by.

This 'Bully' must be a real piece of work.

A roaring crowd greeted Zavis as he exited the locker-room. He couldn't help but smile as he made his way down the walkway, the spotlight shining off of his glistening scales as he slapped hands with the fans that crowded themselves against the railing. Jumping onto the ring's edge he turned to wave at crowd before turning around and flipping over the top rope into the ring, where his opponent waited for him.

From where he was Zavis could tell that the moniker 'Bully' was certainly deserved. Thick brown fur coursing the entirety of his body, save for the white tuft of chest hair that exploded across his pecs and descended down into the top of his trunks, which like his mask and boots shined gold with brown edges. A pair of wicked looking horns jutted out of the top of his mask. Shimmering blue eyes stared at him from across the ring, evidently taking his measure as he was taking his.

Overall Zavis had to admit that he was an impressive physical specimen, even if his outfit was a bit ostentatious. Still, thematically that was appropriate for this federation. Evidently everyone had a gimmick.

Maybe I should get one too. If I decide to stay that is.

The ref called them over to the middle of the ring, where Zavis was able to take the larger bull's measure. He couldn't help but marvel at how chiseled he was. To say nothing about the tremendous bulge he was packing.

"By the time I'm done with you, boy," Bully rumbled, after the ref had finished telling them both the rules, "You ain't gonna be able to sit down for a year!"

"Big talk bull-boy." Zavis had never been one to back down from a fight. "You got anything to back that up with besides your bad breath?"

A sharp hip-bounce was the bull's answer, bashing his bulging breadbasket against the snakeman's smaller chest. Only the ref's quick movements kept Zavis from rushing the big bull right then and there.

"Save it for the match," said the ref, as he pushed the enraged snake into the nearest corner. "You'll have plenty of time to make up for it during your match."

I intend to.

Zavis starred across the ring at the Bully, the smug look on the bull's face making his blood boil. He looked on as the ref crossed the ring to inspect the bull, whose smug expression never wavered, even as bent his arms and legs out to be inspected by the referee.

Having finished up the ref marched himself to the middle of the ring and announced the start of the match.

About damn time.

Zavis was quick to cross the ring once the match started; taking off out of the corner immediately after the ref had started the match. He was mildly surprised to find the bull meet him in the middle of the ring.

So he's quick as well as big? Good. I like a challenge

Zavis lashed out with a series of punches, each of which bounced off the bull's meaty flesh. Not seeing any change the snake-man changed tacks and shot his leg out, only for it to be caught by the golden-masked bovine.

Bully then kicked Zavis square in the chest, sending him skidding across the canvas. Turning his slid into a roll Zavis stopped himself from falling out of the ring and pulled himself onto his knees, a grunt of pain escaping through grit teeth as his hand clutched at the part the bull had kicked.

I'd better be careful.

Zavis felt the bull's approach before he saw his shadow looming over him. The snakeman yowled as the bull's meaty mitts pinned his arms to the side. Then the bull hoisted him up into the air and walked him back into the ring, where he struck out on one knee and slammed the serpent's bulging breadbasket on said knee, enticing a cry of pain from the wounded snake.

Bully picked him up and slammed him down again, and again. And then several more time, each ball-bruising bash making Zavis yowl. Once he'd done this Bully picked Zavis up and stretched him over his knee. Then he sank one of his hands deep into his trunks and pulled them down, letting his snake-hood pop free.

"Not much," quipped the bull, "You're bigger than the Bully was expecting but you're still not in his league!" He locked eyes with the snake and grinned even wider. "Now let's see what the Bully can do for it!"

Tilting his head up Zavis saw the bull spit on his cock and savagely rub the snake's dick down, his free hand pushing back on the snake's chin when he tried to stop him.

"Quit complaining snake-boy and just let it out!"

A shuttering orgasm preceded the snakeman's shuttering submission, with liters of sticky-white snake-seen gushing out of his pulsating cock. Bully's eyes followed the translucent geyser and the trail it made in the ring around him.

"Not bad newbie! Got quite a lot of those snake-balls!" Zavis didn't immediately answer, opting to glower up at the bull's smug-ass face. "Yeah, The Bully has that effect on people!"

At the sound of the bell Bully threw Zavis onto the ground, where the snake lay for a bit to collect his thoughts.

That... felt much better than it should have. I'll have to be on my guard.

Slowly picking himself up Zavis looked up from the canvas to see the ref coming to help him up. By then the Bully had pulled himself from his fans and had planted himself across the ring from the simmering snakeman. Pushing the ref away Zavis turned to face him and then slid into a stance. Then he nodded to the ref, who then signaled for the match to continue.

Zavis didn't immediately attack at the sound of the bell, opting to circle the much larger wrestler. Every so often the bull would throw out his chest and roar, attempting to throw the snake off his game. And when that didn't work he started to throw out his hands as though he were reaching for Zavis, only to never follow through.

These feints had an effect on the snake, though apparently not as much of one as the bull wanted. "You're a tough nut to crack you know that, newbie!?"

"You not so bad yourself. But that still not gonna save you in the end."

"Awfully cocky for a rookie! Betcha think you're gonna win!"

"I don't think, I know!"

The big bull chuckled at the snake-man's resolution. "The Bully will say this about you, you got balls kid! And the bully is gonna have fun milkin' them for all their worth!!"

Zavis Bully charged forward almost immediately after finishing his statement, startling the slimmer snake-man, who regained his senses just in time to slide beneath and between the lumbering legs of the rushing bull-man. Once he was clear on the other side of the bull Zavis jumped onto his feet and then ran to the ropes, throwing himself off of them and using the momentum to throw himself at Bully, who was just then turning himself to face him.

Never losing his momentum Zavis leaped into the air and landed onto the bull's broad shoulders, wrapping his legs around the latter's broad shoulders. Then he snaked his tail down the bull's pearl-white treasure-trail and down to his legs, mindful of the way the bull panted when he brushed his tail up against his crotch, using his tail to squeeze the bull's legs together.

Zavis threw his hands up to the roaring crowd, soaking in the adulation.

I could get used to this.

A pair of hands grasping his sides shook Zavis out of his trance. "Not feeling so hot now, are you big guy," he roared down at the bull, a smirk crossing his face as he felt the bull's heated panting mouth against his scrotum. "Where's all that talk now!?"

The bull responded by roaring so fiercely against Zavis's crotch that it surprised, and aroused, the slender snakeman. Zavis felt the bull's hands slide up his body and grasp his sides, reflexively tightening his legs and tail around the bull's neck and thighs. Then he felt the bull himself back into the ropes and bounce off of them, throwing himself into the air. Arching his back he threw his upperbody forward and, using the ropes momentum, slammed Zavis into the canvas.

The snakeman howled in pain and shock as he was smashed into the canvas, the force of the impact breaking the holds he had on the bull's neck and legs. Bully then surprised him by pulling himself up, bringing the winded Zavis up with him. Once he was up to his feet he pulled Zavis up to where he was before and then, holding the snake's sides he jumped forward, pulling Zavis up along with him, before throwing his legs out and dropping his ass to the canvas, using both his strength and momentum to slam the serpent's tenderized back into the canvas.

A piercing scream, larger than the one presiding it, erupted out of Zavis's throat, his shimmering chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he struggled to breath.

"That's what you get boy! And now, you get the Longhorn!!"

Zavis then felt Bully grab his tail and pulled it under him, the subsequent ass drop making him cry out in pain. He then felt his legs being pulled apart and looked up to see them being hung over his shoulders. His trunks were then pulled down and locked around his knees. Reaching inside of his golden trunks Bully pulled out his gargantuan dong and smacked the drooling appendage on the snake's washboard chest.

"You put up a good fight, newbie," he said, as he slowly pulled his cock down Zavis's chest, "But now it's over!"

Zavis could only pant weakly as he felt himself being pulled up by his hips, his breathing hitching as he felt the tip of the Bully's oblong dong press against his entrance. The bull wasted no time with pleasantries, thrust his cock into the snake's tight hole. Zavis roared as the initial thrust rent his ass apart, his roar dissipating into smaller gasps as the bull's heavy rutting stretched his tight sphincter to their breaking point.

An all-too familiar hand then took hold of the serpent's swollen, leaking cock and started to jerk it in time with the bull's thrusts. The dual assault started to take its toll on the besieged snakeman, a pressure beginning to rise up from the base of his cock. Zavis threw his head back and roared as a thick torrent of snake jizz shot out of his cock into the air and rained down around them, coating both wrestlers and the immediate area around them in his salty essence.

The bell rang amidst the cum-shower, with the ref being quick to pull the bull away from the jisming snake, whose body jerked as it hit the mat, his chest rising and falling as he continued to cum. There he laid for a moment, oblivious to the bull's boasting, his mind focused on reigning himself in.

Beside him the ref had taken one of his arms in hand and was counting out his cumfall, with 9 being as far as he was able to go before Zavis yanked his arm away. Seeing as the snake could still fight the ref helped pull Zavis up his feet, watching as he wobbled about on unsteady feet before finally regaining his footing.

With a glance to the ref Zavis turned his attention to the bull, who'd returned his attention back to him. He caught a brief glance of the bull adjusting his crotch, and was more than surprised at the way his thick cock stood out of his trunks.

All that and he didn't even come close to cumming?

"The Bully follows your gaze," said the bull, "And thinks that maybe you didn't learn your lesson the first time!"

Ignoring the taunt Zavis thought back to how the bull reacted when he brushed his tail up against his bulge. A wicked grin broke out as a plan sprang to mind.

"And just what is so funny!?"

"Just wondering whether or not you're gonna be able to stand after I'm done with you." Cupping his chin with his hands he looked over at the bull, his glance and tone dripping with condescension, "Or were you going to bore me to death like you do your fans?"

"The Bully isn't sure that he likes your tone!"

"Then I'm sure that 'The Bully' won't like this either!!" Taking the initiative Zavis dashed towards the itinerant bull, faking a frontal assault and then sliding between his legs when he went for the attack. Zavis pulled himself up once he was on the other side, being close enough so that his tail remained under the bull's underside. With a buck of his hips the snakeman brought his tail up, smashing the big bull right in the thin space between his legs.

Gotcha...

He smashed his tail against the underside of the bull's bulge again, the latter's breath hitching as his body bucked against the blow. Focusing his tail Zavis snaked in into his trunks, wrapping it around his fat and heavy ballsac. Then he started to squeeze, the bull's reactionary moaning like music to his ears.

The bull's hands flew to his trunks, the snake's grip tightening in response. The sudden sensation sent the bull collapsing onto his knees, braying while his hands fumbled helplessly at his trunks.

Turning around Zavis looked down at the beleaguered bull, cocking a grin as he watched him struggle and moan. He tightened his tail around Bully's swollen sac, the larger behemoth's upperbody slumping onto the ground, giving the smirking snake full view of his golden ass and similarly-colored nutsac.

The bull's shivering hands continued to clutch at his sac, his oblong cock leaking pre-cum onto the canvas beneath his abs. the sudden intrusion of the snake's tail into his drooling slit stilling the bleating giant. The big bull's orgasm came with a huge roar, his thick seed splashing against the canvas beneath him. His massive body jerked and bucked from the powerful orgasms, a huge puddle of cum growing beneath him. A loud gasp proceeded his falling into the puddle, the bell ringing right when his chest splashed into it.

Zavis is slow to remove his tail, wanting to work the bull as hard as he could before pulling out. Taking a few steps backwards he watches the ref help Bully to his feet, mindful of how slow the bull rises, eyebrows widening at the sight of the slowly rising bull's still-jisming rock-hard dong.

Doesn't take much to take you down does it?

"What's the matter? Got nothing to say!?"

Bully didn't immediately answer, opting to glower at the snake-man rather than give a straight-out answer. He kicked off his golden trunks and get into position, motioning to the ref for the match to continue.

Zavis rushes forward at the sound of the bell, darting left and right. Whipping his tail out he ducked to the ground and swung his tail out, wrapping it around the bull's legs and pulling him to the ground.

Not giving the bull a moment to recover Zavis takes on of his legs and pulls it over his shoulders, exposing his fat and sagging balls, which he immediately starts pummeling.

He keeps his blows hard enough for the bull to feel it but not hard enough to leave a mark. His fists, much smaller than either of the bull's balls, leave huge imprints with each blow.

He glances upward to see the bull's body spasm against the canvas, his big hands clawing at the canvas as he tried to displace the pain he was in. A well-placed jab to the side of his right testicle stopped the advance Zavis saw the bull was about to do and sent the latter's body into a tailspin.

A dollop of pre shot out of the bull's engorged cock and landed on the snake's snout. Grinning to himself at this Zavis continued his testicular attack, pounding harder and faster on the bull's balls, with each new blow earning a progressively-larger shot of pre-cum.

A particularly potent jab to the underside of the bull's balls saw an end to the latter's braying. Seeing this Zavis took hold of the testicle and started to rub it, alternatively punching it with one hand while rubbing it with the other. The combination proved to be more than the badly battered bull could handle. Tossing his head back he let out a huge moan as his dick shot off once again, firing off several thick shots of cum into the air, coating the nearest turnpost.

The bell rang almost immediately afterwards. Dropping the leg Zavis pulled himself onto his feet, but not before giving the bull's jisming cock a playful slap, smirking as it responded with another shot of cum.

"Heh. Not bad kid."

Zavis steps back and watches as Bully rises to his feet, his nostrils blaring as he stared daggers into the smaller snake man.

Ooohh someone's pissed.

He continued to glare at Zavis, his eyes never turning away from the snake, even when the ref came over to see if he was okay; giving the ref an almost dismissive nod to continue the match.

Zavis's good mood was almost immediately soured by the bull's rapid recovery and even quicker advance; before the snake could move more than a couple of steps the bull was in front of him, an impenetrable wall of fur and fury. Zavis yipped when the bull pinned his arms to his sides with his mighty meathooks and pulled him into the air, holding him a few feet in front of him. Zavis tilted his head to the side as the bull roared into his face, "I'm not about to be beaten by some rank newbie!!"

The blow to the snake's breadbasket was almost enough to make him forget the bull's words. Almost. The blows that followed killed the stillborn scream that arose within his throat, as well as the ones following afterwards. Zavis could feel his balls twitching, despite the pain. His cock, having grown hard from the blows, dribbled his salty pre-cum onto the canvas.

"Oh did a little bit of abuse get you wet," roared the bull, flipping Zavis over and grabbing both of his legs, "Well don't worry." He then quickly jerked Zavis's legs apart, and roared over the snake's pain-filled screaming from the resulting split, "There's more where that comes from!"

The snakeman's roar of pain echoed throughout the arena, stirring the crowd into a frenzy. Another blow to his balls followed soon after, his already deafening scream increasing in pitch form the renewed pain.

Several more blows were delivered to him before the bull let him go. His midsection in pain Zavis struggled to the ring's edge, clawing his way to the ropes as his legs hurt too much to use.

A pair of heavy hands grabbed his legs and pulled him backwards. He felt himself colliding against something hard and looked back to see the bull on the ground behind him. He lashed out with his tail, only for the bull to catch it and toss it away.

"Not this time," Bully roared, as he pulled the snake's clothes away, "That's not gonna save you now!"

Zavis's attempts to kick out were met with vicious blows to the nerve centers in his thighs, exquisite pain to surge throughout his lower body. He felt the tip of the bull's cock, his 'longhorn', brushing up against his hole, and could only moan in pain and frustration as the big bull pushed it all the way in.

The bull's pushed his mighty dong deep into his insides, his sphincter being stretched by his immense girth. A pair of hands found themselves against Zavis's back and he felt himself being picked up by Bully, who had risen to his feet. Stopping just long enough to readjust his arms beneath the snakeman's upturned legs the bull resumed his power-fuck.

Zavis groaned as he was pumped in that odd position, the bull's earlier assault coupled with his own looming weakness crippling his will to fight. His own cock, bruised and battered from the bull's vicious butting, was still rock-hard, and dripped copious amounts of pre-cum warningly onto his rock-hard abs.

"Oh yeah! The Bully can feel you slipping! You're gonna cum boy!!"

Zavis knew that he was right; the bull's frenzied rutting had wreaked havoc on his sensitive prostate, his ginormous rockhard cock jackhammering away at his resistance. And with his legs out of commission he couldn't squeeze him and try to escape; he doubted that he would've been strong enough, even if he'd been at 100%.

A particularly sharp jab on the bull's part saw his tail twitch behind him. Immediately using it to his advantage Zavis worked his tail up between the legs of the rutting bullman and rammed it into his unprepared backside.

The effects on the bull were immediate: his frenzied braying stopped cold, as did his frenzied rutting. Taking advantage of this Zavis pumped his cock as deep inside the bull as he could, and while he did this he worked the bulls' gargantuan endowment with his tight sphincter muscles, pushing back against its enormous girth.

He kept his movements slow at first; the pain from the nerve punches impacting his motor functions, but steadily and quickly picked up the pace. His sphincter clinched the bull's erection even as his tail worked his hole.

Eventually the bull started to sway on his feet, a fact that told Zavis that his attack was working. The hands holding his backside quivered but didn't release him, the fight apparently not completely out of the bull. Seeing this Zavis thrust his tail even deeper into the bull's ass, pushing past his surprisingly tight resistance, while simultaneously clinching harder on his fat dong.

A belabored moan parted from the bull's panting muzzle. Almost immediately afterwards Zavis felt the bull's cock twitch against his innards, and the fee l of what could only be his pre spirting out of the tip and running down his inner-walls. The hands around Zavis's backside tightened a second later, followed by some defiant snorting from the assaulted bull, telling Zavis that Bully was not going to give up without a fight.

And as the hands around Zavis's ass tightened even more and the cock within him begin to pull out as the bull started to collect himself the snakeman made a desperate move. Pushing his tail as far as it would go he pressed it against the bull's tender prostate, while at the same time tightening his hole against as much of the bull's cock as he could...

Letting out the biggest roar he'd heard in some time Bully unleashed a huge torrent of jizz. Load after load of his salty-sweet spunk came gushing out of his cock and into the snakeman's welcoming hole. The resultant twitching saw an end to the snake's resistance as well, his cock shooting off into the space between them, coating both combatants with his snake juice.

The tail in the bull's ass remained were it was, held in place by the bull's own orgasm tightening his inner-walls, and repeatedly smashed against the bovine's tenderized prostate, drawing out even more of his cum.

The bull slumped forward, collapsing onto his knees, carrying the still-jisming snake-man with him. His twitching hands soon fell off Zavis's backside and slid to the ground in his sides.

The bell rang not a moment after, with Zavis sliding off of the bull's cock just as the ref had gotten to them, the two of them being rewarded with a thick shot of the bull's love-spunk from his still-jisming cock.

The ref helped Zavis to his feet, the snake-man leaning heavily on the diminutive official, nearly falling several times as he struggled to regain his footing. His legs were still sore from earlier and he was positive that his hole would never be the same. Nevertheless, he felt that he fared a great deal better than his opponent, who'd collapsed onto his side immediately after firing off the shot that covered both him and the ref.

When he didn't immediately respond, in something other than winded grunts and heavy breathing, the ref counted down from ten. For a moment Zavis was sure that the bull would pick himself up, but he didn't, and the ref counted him out and declared Zavis to be the winner.

Zavis slowly made his way to the nearest turnpost, the pain and stiffness from the finishing blow stifling any sense of hurry, and hopped onto the lower ropes, taking in the crowd's exhalation and excitement.

Once he'd had enough he stepped back down and walked over to where Bully was laid out, wrapping his tail around the bull's mid-section. He then made his way out the ring, dragging the panting bull along with him, drawing a trial of cum up the walkway as he pulled the beast backstage.

He wasn't sure if he was going to like it here but he was confident that he could make a name for himself. And this bull, this Bully, would make for an excellent reward for a job well done, on top of the bonus he was going to be getting.

He'd have to talk to the bat again; he was positive that there was more going on there, and with him, than meets the eye. But for now he was content with his prey for the night. He wouldn't do anything permanent; just teach him some proper respect. And, time permitting, the proper usage of pronouns...