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In the sex wrestling ring, two muscular males struggled on the ground. Sweat and oil jumped on the ring's floor each time their arms and legs struck the oil cloth. A white Solgaleo, his long ruby-adorned mane, shining under the light of the projectors, was pinning down a Houndour on his knees. His thick arms held the canine's shoulders down, while his big, barbed cock was pumping pleasure inside of the dog. Both men were panting heavily, struggling to make the opponent cum before them. Around them, the crowd was chanting encouragements for the wrestlers. Most of them were supporting the white lion, and a young Lucario among them. "Come on, Whitemane, do the 'Lion's Roar'!" he shouted at his favorite catcher. "Yeah, the 'Lion's Roar'!" his neighbor approved noisily. Quickly, the whole crowed chanted for the Solgaleo's signature move: "Lion's Roar! Lion's Roar! Lion's Roar!" The Lucario saw Whitemane grin, and the leonine male changed his position. His right hand grabbed one of Houndour's arms and locked it behind his back, while his left arm coiled around the canine's neck and pulled back. The Houndour's back arched, and the dog was ineffectually trying to reach at the arm pressing at his Adam's apple. Most of the crowd cheered, even though the Lucario, with his expert eye, noticed that the Solgaleo did not apply all of his strength, and that the Houndour was playing along. With his new leverage, Whitemane pumped his hips fast and hard inside the Houndour, who howled -or 'roared', if one remained faithful to the move's name- in pleasure from the large cock mashing against his prostate. "Yeaaah!" the crowd roared as well, and the Lucario among them. He was fond of the sport, and an unabashed geek on the subject. He started watching it on TV when he was only twelve, braving the parental ban; and now here he was, eight years later, watching it live. And one of his favorite wrestlers no less: Whitemane. The Solgaleo was a veteran in the circuit, but his heroic gimmicks and flashing moves earned him the love of many fans. The Lucario felt like he was in heaven. So did the Houndour, whose dick squirted on the floor and rolled over the damp-proof material. With a roar, Whitemane finished as well inside the Houndour, while the referee ordered to ring the gong. "And the winner iiis... Whitemane!" the announcer declared through the mic. The Solgaleo stood back up, and helped the Houndour back on his feet. The canine was a face, like Solgaleo, usually playing a 'good' wrestler, in opposition to the heels, and this was an exhibition match, the veteran feline having retired from the big league a few months ago. Still, the Lucario was touched to see 'Big White' in real life.

Whitemane asked for the mic, while the Houndour waited in its corner. Behind the lion, a pair of cleaners began to tidy up the ring for the next match. "First of all, I want everyone to give a big thanks to Delvil, for indulging for an old lion's wish and battle me in the ring tonight," Whitemane began. "We fought together in tag team together many times, and he has always been an awesome partner, and I wanted to fight him at least once, and in friendly terms." Rows of applause, for both Delvil and Whitemane's sportmanship, resonated in the arena. The Hounder made a small wave to the crowd, smiling. The white lion looked teary-eyed behind his visor. "As of last week, I am fourty. That's a good age, but also an age when, as a sex wrestler, you need to step down and let a younger, ambitious successor to fight in order to make Justice shine upon this league," the Solgaleo continued, trying to stay in character despite his visible emotion. Many in the audience understood what Whitemane was about to say, and soft "No..." could be heard in the darkness of the spectator seats. "I am not retiring entirely from the circuit, mind you," the veteran wrestler reassured. "I will reconvert as an agent, and train the next generation of justice fighters! Which brings us to what comes after this final fight..." Everyone in crowd held their breath. The Lucario pulled the program out of his pocket and read the advertisement again, to check for the tenth time if he had read right: "Outlast a wrestler for three periods, and become one of our own. Winner receives a six-month training under a professional wrestler's tutelage, as well as a contract from the Worldwide Sex Wrestling Federation (W.S.W.F.)!" "I am sure that many of you have come for the show because of this ad," Whitemane guessed, right in the case of the Lucario eagerly waiting for the raffle. "And everything written in it is true: last three periods, and you will earn a bona fide training from yours truly and, who knows, a real and long career in the W.S.W.F.!"

While Whitemane was speaking, Federation employees brought a big bowl into the ring, undoubtedly filled with dozens of ballots. "Everyone who wished to have a chance at this raffle had their ticket number registered by the staff," Whitemane explained "It is now time to pick the winner!" The Lucario checked his entry ticket feverishly, while a religious silence settled in the arena. A8-25. The lion plunged his white-furred arm into the bowl and picked a piece of paper. He unfolded it, frustratingly slowly, and read it aloud. "A8-25! Ticket A8-25 is the winner!" For a moment, the Lucario was stunned. People were starting to turn towards his seat, looking at him. Then, everything came at once in his brain and he jumped up and down in excitation. "It's me! A8-25! It's me!" he shouted, so happy that he was about to cry. He would wrestle with his hero! He would wrestle with Whitemane! And maybe become a wrestler too, Law studies be damned!"

The Lucario made his way towards the ring, holding his ticket for dear life. He finally reached the ring and stepped in. He realized that hundred of spectators, male and women, were looking at him, and that he was going to sex-wrestle under their gaze. He blushed; not that he did not like the exhibitionism that came with such a sport, but his lean body paled in comparison to the muscled hunk that was Whitemane. The Solgaleo beckoned him to stand by him. "Here he is, our lucky winner! What's your name, boy?" he asked. Managing to compose himself, the Lucario took the mic and answered: "Hi everyone. My name is Lucas. I'm twenty and from the city of XXX." He added, turning towards Whitemane: "I want to take the occasion to say that, even though I am still young, I love your wrestling, and it was an honor to see you fight in the flesh tonight." Cheers saluted Lucas' homage. The Lucario noticed that Whitemane was looking at him intensely, as if he was studying how the young man was behaving under the stress of the audience. His smile seemed to indicate that his first opinion was good. "Very well, Lucas! I hope you are ready to become my pupil," Whitemane said, putting an end on the Lucario's shoulder. "But before that, you are going to fight m..." "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" someone roared through the speakers, covering Whitemane's soft-spoken voice.

The spotlights focused on the entrance of the arena, where an Incineroar stood proudly. Cheers, but also boos erupted from the crowd. Lucas recognized him from afar: he was Blazer, and his gimmick was that he was Whitemane's former pupil, ultimately refusing to take over the mantle of his master, in order to deliver a 'rougher' justice upon evildoers. The Incineroar walked towards the ring in a resolute fashion, making the bulge in his white and gold speedo juggle. As he walked in the ring, Blazer raised up his fists defiantly at the crowd which responded in kind. He grabbed the mic, making Whitemane stepped back. The lion's hand gently pulled the Lucario back too, in order to let his former pupil do his speech. "Was I too good for you, old man?" Blazer questioned Whitemane, bringing the heat of the crowd on him. The Solgaleo simply scoffed in an exaggerated manner. "Was I too good for you," the Incineroar repeated, "that you need to pick your successor in a raffle? Look at this skinny Lucario!" It was Lucas' turn to scoff, but earnestly unlike Whitemane. He did look skinny compared to the muscled fighters next to him, but he exercised regularly and he could hold his own when playing tennis against other university students. "Show that you're not happy with his taunting," Whitemane whispered to Lucas, while Blazer was waiting for the next wave of boos to die down. Lucas' heart was beating like crazy, and he struggled a little to find an appropriate reaction. Suddenly inspired, he took the pose that Whitemane took when facing his strong opponents: the Lucario stepped up, crossed his arms over his chest, and gave the Incineroar his best glare. The crowd cheered Lucas, with the encouragements of the veteran Solgaleo. "I see that you know how to pose like him," Blazer scoffed; Lucas could have swored he was actually retaining a chuckle. "We'll meet back here in 30 minutes and I will personnaly see what you are made of. If you cannot hold until the time is up against me, then you are definitely not worthy of being Whitemane's pupil." On these words, Blazer threw back the mic at Whitemane. "You are as impulsive as ever, Blazer," the Solgaleo answered. "Do I see some jealousy in your eyes?" The audience laughed, while the red cat played at being offended. "But I wonder what our canine friend has to say about it?" Whitemane kept going, as he approached the mic from Lucas. "S... See you in the ring, then, Blazer!" Lucas said. He was a little embarrassed by the cheezy answer and the little stutter, but the crowd roared in approval. "It's on, then!" Whitemane declared. "See you in 30 minutes, folks, in the meantime, enjoy the next fight: Mountain King and Night Owl, for tonight's mix-weight event!"

Whitemane guided Lucas to a big room backstage, followed by Blazer. A training mat took most of the room, and a trunk with various speedos and costumes waited in the corner. Lucas took the opportunity to sit on a nearby bench to rest his wobbling legs. He still had difficulty realizing that he would be in the ring in a few moments. "You know how to play up a crowd kid!" Whitemane congratuled him. "Yeah. That surprised me!" Blazer agreed, giving the Lucario a friendly pat on the shoulder. "He got your pose right down to the position of the legs." "T... Thank you," Lucas simply said, not knowing what to do around the suddenly friendly cat. "You're welcome, Lucas, was it?" the Incineroar replied. "Relax, Luke," Whitemane reassured the Lucario. "Kyle loves to play the mean cat, but outside of the ring he's the nicest guy I ever met." "Ha ha! I can't help it. Playing a mean guy is so fun!" Blazer, or rather Kyle, laughed. "I could have stayed a heel, if the bookers did not decide otherwise. Oh well..." "By the way, you must know it by know, but my real name is Patrick," the Solgaleo added. "So, now, let's get you briefed on what we happen, and hopefully train you a little. First: did you practice wrestling?" the Incineroar asked. "I... Uh... Did some backyard wrestling with my brother, but not real wrestling," Lucas answered. "That's a start," the crimson cat replied. "Other sports?" "I play tennis," the Lucario specified. "And you look rather fit. Sorry for calling you skinny, by the way," Blazer apologized. "No offense taken," Lucas quickly replied. "I watched wrestling shows long enough to know that it was simply acting." "Long enough?" interrupted Whitemane. "If you are twenty, then how long have you been watching these shoes?" "T-Twelve," Lucas admitted sheepishly, his cheeks flushing red. The two wrestlers burst out in laughter. "Welcome to the club, Lucas!" Blazer roared as he gave Lucas more energetic slaps. "Damn, that takes me back," Whitemane reminisced. "Back to when I was secretly recording the thing on VCR, and then looking it with my big brother when the parents were out."

"Shouldn't we start prepping him up?" Blazer asked his friend. "Oh right. Ask him the usual questions, while I'll fetch him a nice speedo to wear," the Solgaleo agreed. "By the way, you can undress, Luke. Don't be shy." "Mmm... I'm not really self-conscious, but right now, I... Uh..." Lucas began. "You're sporting a boner since you stepped on the ring, 'Luke'," the Incineror said, pointing to the visible tent in Lucas' pants. The wrestlers laughed again while Lucas began to disrobe. "Okay. First question: you look like a promising kid. You got some acting skills, you are not shy in front of a crowd, and you seem to get hard easily. Do you want to pursue a career in our line of work," Blazer asked. "Yes! Oh my God yes!" the Lucario shouted. "I'm studying Law, but this would be a thousand time better." "Awesome," the Incineroar said while he wrote down the canine's answer on a paper form. "I will try to get you to hold off until the end of the three periods; you'll need to give me a signal that you can give me when you are close. But if you are as promising as you seem to be, we won't even need that. Next question: no notable health problems, like asthma, a chronic illness, or something else that would prevent you from doing intense physical activity? By the way, hold your finger. We'll take some blood for the H.I.V. test." Lucas shook his head negatively and left the Incineroar prick his blood and insert the small pipette in the tester. "Are you okay with engaging in sexual activity with other men?" Blazer asked. "I would not be here otherwise," Lucas answered coyly. "With other women?" Blazer asked next. "There are mix-gender fights, so we need to know if you want to work with us." "I have no objection," Lucas replied. "Albeit I'd rather be in the company of other males." "Noted," the wrestler noted.

In the meantime, Lucas stripped down to his birthday suit. The Incineroar stepped behind him, and began to ruffle his fur. "Don't worry. Just checking your reactions. If you want me to stop, say it right away," the big cat said as he fondled the smaller Lucario's chest, eventually giving his round balls a short grope. "Uhn..." Lucas shuddered as he felt the warm hand over his crotch. "Good," Blazer approved. "Some people have a tendency of trying to avoid contact and bad touches. Sometimes it helps us uncover people who would be unfit to work in sex wrestling, or if they have been victim of any sort of abuse. "I see," the Lucario said. He looked down at his penis. He was fully hard, with his knot fully out and pressing slightly against his penial sheath. "Damn..." "I'll take care of this beauty in due time," Blazer promised. "For now, let's have you choose your speedo."

Whitemane picked out several models from the trunk. Lucas settled eventually on a black speedo with the W.S.W.F. logo printed on the crotch. He found that the piece of fabric had a good design, was not too revealing, and he liked the feeling of the fabric pressing compressing his ballsack. "You look like a real wrestler. Well, almost," Whitemane complimented, with Blazer nodding approvingly. The rest of the preparation time went into practice, with the Incineroar showing Lucas a few basic moves that he will use during the match, and the necessary signals. Finally, an employee passed his head in the room. "Time's up, guys," he said. "Get ready to go back to the ring. Does either of you need some 'help'?" "Nope," Blazer answered. "He's already hard as a rock in there, and you know that I do not need much to get my little friend up and ready." Lucas began to shudder. He is going to do his first real match of sex wrestling, with a real wrestler. "Stressed?" Whitemane asked. "Excited," Lucas answered. The veteran chuckled. "Don't try to do flashy moves. Follow what we taught you and just have fun for tonight. Remember to give the signal when you are about to cum, and if it happens, don't try to hold it back. You will give the crowd a good show either way." "Thanks, sir."

The announcer certainly sounded as excited as Lucas: "And now, time for the winner of our raffle to show what he's got! Will he hold up against Blazer's onslaught? Are we going to be the privileged witnesses of the birth of Whitemane's successor? A big applause for Whitemane aaand... Luuucaaas!" The Lucario walked towards the ring, followed by the Solgaleo. The crowd cheered around him, albeit he did not know how many of these cheers were for him specifically. He climbed up the small stairs and slipped between the thick ropes, then headed towards his designated corner. Whitemane presented him a bowl filled with lube. "Scoop a good lump in your hands, and put some in your speedo, front and back. Trust me, it'll help." Following the advice of the veteran, Lucas put his hands together and scooped some lube. He spread it on his hands, then he took another scoop, that he brushed on his cock and on his cleaned butthole. A few whistles told Lucas that the nearest watchers like the peek at his bottom. While Lucas finished preparing, a rock 'n roll theme played and Blazer made his entrance. He was totally in character, making big taunting gestures and doing his best to play the mean guy. He jumped in the ring and applied lube to his hands and privates; albeit he seemed to scoop much more lub than necessary. Lucas smiled at the Incineroar's attention.

The Zygarde referee brought the two wrestlers at the center of the ring, and once everyone was ready, the gong rang. "Come on, show me what you got!" Blazer shouted, while slapping his chest with his hands. A cue to hit him with a punch. Lucas threw his punch, putting enough strength to make it believable, but trying to contain himself. Not that the Incineroar in front of him would be seriously hurt. The red and grey cat no-selled the Lucario's punch completely, to the audience's general laughter. "You can that a punch! Come on, hit me!" the feline shouted again, slapping his chest twice. Lucas gave a flurry of punches. Two, three... On the fourth, the Incineroar grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away. From an onlooker point of you, this looked like a hopeless fight, but Lucas was enjoying himself like a little kid. He took a step back and leaned forward slightly, telling he was going to do a charge. He lunged forward towards the Incineroar. Instead of stopping him with his imposing body, the feline turned around and, using his momentum and a push on the Lucario's back, propelled Lucas towards the ropes. The blue canine understood immediately, to Whitemane's visible appreciation. Instead of stopping, he kept charging and threw his weight against the ropes. The elastic cables launched him back towards his opponent. Blazer stepped forward and, intercepting Lucas' comeback, 'hit' him in the face with a Lariat. Lucas fell on his back, and Blazer followed quickly with an elbow drop. The Lucario felt the impact of the elbow, but the seasoned professional had aimed at his tummy, where the fat was, and put most of his weight on his body, so the canine jerked simply. From the way he was lying down, he could see his speedo and the tent pushing up the black fabric. He did his best to affect a pained expression, while all he wanted was to laugh in exhilaration, get up and keep fighting.

He looked at Blazer, who signaled him to stay flat on the ground. Lucas obeyed and the Incineroar executed a body slam on the Lucario, before turning around and putting himself in a 69 position, on top of Lucas. The crowd whistled and catcalled, knowing what was about to come. The big cat smothered the Lucario with his crotch, letting the canine savor the masculine smells that permeated his underpants. A soft whine escaped Lucas' lips, so soft that only Blazer heard it; the Incineroar grinned, and not only because he was supposed to play a mean character. While smothering his opponent a little more, the cat pulled on his speedo. The fabric was made to rip off easily, and the knotty cock, covered in sweat and lube sprang in view of hundred of people, which made Lucas even harder. The Incineroar's hands played a little with the bulbous knot, and his mouth lunged forward. The feline's raspy tongue bath Lucas' entire length in kisses, making the Lucario fidget under him, and with two minutes left for the period, Blazer started sucking Lucas properly. It was the two longest minutes of Lucas' life. Even without going at it seriously, the Incineroar did a marvelous job. To stifle his moans, and to not be entirely passive, the Lucario sucked the cat's balls through his speedo's fabric, taking it in his long muzzle one after the other. He was actually surprised when he heard the feline over his body purr over his treatment.

The bell rang the end of the first period. Only two more. Blazer asked the ref for a mic: "First period of three. You may actually make it... But I have not even finished warming up yet. But let's see if you still have that bravado from earlier. Ref, give him the mic." With a grin, the Zygarde approached the mic from Lucas' head, and everyone was able to hear his desperate moans, while Blazer gave his cock a little more attention: "Nph... Ahh! Ahh... F... Fuck!" The crowd's encouragements doubled in intensity. Lucas would definitely not hold two more periods like that. Fortunately, Blazer had him covered. The Incineroar stood up and asked for the mic again: "Good boy! But I'm not feeling like using my ass on a poor thing like you. Now..." On these words, he pulled down his speedo to uncover his feline member. "Now, it's Tiger's turn to have some fun!" Incineroar grabbed Lucas's legs and pulled them in the air, bending the Lucario's tummy. The canine was still hard, but his wrestling partner's speech allowed him to calm down a little. Blazer ground his member against Lucas's scrotum. Rather than adjusting himself, the muscled wrestler moved the Lucario's torso, until he was ready. Lucas felt the tip of the feline's penis pressed against his hole. He closed his eyes, relaxing his muscles and savoring the sensations. The Incineroar left his weight and gravity do the pushing for him, and his shaft slipped slowly and effortlessly inside Lucas' taint. The Lucario moaned; the pressure on his prostate made his cock twitch, and pre dribbled on his stomach. "Feeling comfortable, doggy?" Blazer asked, through the mic that the referee handed to him. "Y-Yea... Oh God, so full..." Lucas could only groan. "Good, 'cause we are just started," the Incineror replied. He began to pump into Lucas in this jackhammer position. At first slow, he built up a steady rhythm, and the Lucario was giving continuous moans of pleasure, his arms trying to find purchase somewhere on the ring floor. Once the Incineroar felt confident enough, he passed a leg over Lucas's torso and pressed it against his chest, while using his left arm to keep the canine's right leg steady. With that, he slammed his cock in the blue-furred ass in this new angle, making the Lucario's excitement reach a dangerous pick. "Ah... Ahn... B-Blazing... Inferno..." Lucas said, using the appropriated code phrase. Blazer stopped in his tracks, staying hilted inside his partner. He was about to launch more taunts for the audience, in order to let Lucas recover, but the bell rang the end of the second round, and the start of the last one.

"Impressive so far," Blazer congratulated. "But ya still got a round left!" Lucas was panting heavily, but he still had the strength to shout a "Do your worst!" through the mic, which earned him the crowd's supportive cheering.

Blazer pulled out of Lucas, but before he could grab the Lucario again, the blue dog rolled out of the reach and stood up. His legs felt wobbly again, and his butt yearned for more of this delicious Incineroar cock, but he had a show to do, and a round to old. He jumped at the feline and gave a big boot, landing his feet in the cat's gray chest. Blazer sold the attack, stumbling backwards, and Lucas tried to use the same attack again, but this time, the Incineroar caught his ankle. The cat grinned. "What are you going to do now?" he seemed to say. Lucas tried to hop back, but Blazer advanced at the same time, and the Lucario finished in the corner, with Blazer pressing his body against the ropes. "Both of you seem to have fun," Whitemane said from below, having lost none of the action. "Shut up old man. Time to finish this skinny dog!" Blazer replied, staying in character. But Lucas knew by his tone that the red cat was enjoying the match as much as he did. Blazer speared Lucas' ass with his cock again, and pounded the Lucario hard, leaving the dog howling in sync with the slaps, holding the ropes like his life depended on it. The ref had brought the mic at the corner, letting the lewd noises echo through the speakers of the arena: Slap! "Ah!" Slap! "Oh!" Slap! "Ah!" Slap! "Aaah!" Lucas could not hold back anymore. Each push of Blazer against his prostate brought him closer to the edge. He wanted to hold on, but he was also holding Whitemane's advice close to heart. The ring of the bell ended Lucas' dilemma instantly. Like a signal that he could let everything out. Blazer felt the Lucario clench against his cock. "We have a winner! Bark for your audience, puppy!" he barked in the mic. "W-Woof! Awooo-oooh Gaaaahd!" Lucas howled as his cock launched his load forward, Whitemane barely avoiding the ropes of cum which splashed on the floor along a few meters. "Looks like he's a squirter," the Solgaleo remarked but Blazer did not pay attention to him anymore, as he gave his finals pumps and left his own semen spread inside the Lucario's ass.

Several minutes later, Lucas was back in the changing room, and energy drink in hand. "How are you feeling?" Blazer inquired. "No back pain? Need some cream for below?" "I'm fine, thanks a lot," Lucas answered. "I'm gonna take the cream, though. That was quite a pounding you gave me. I loved every second of it, though." "Good to know," the Incineroar chuckled. Whitemane entered the room: "That was a good show. The audience AND the W.S.W.F. staff liked it." He handed Lucas a document which was several pages long. "Your contract." The eyes of the Lucario lightened up, as if Santa Claus gave him a present personally. "If you're still okay for it, we will start the training tomorrow. Get your things in order with the university. The training will be long and intensive, and you will need to devote all your time to it. I'll give you all the additional paper work next time." Lucas nodded at every single of Whitemane's requests. He was realizing his long-sought dream! He was going to become a sex wrestler! "Anything else I should know?" he still asked. The Solgaleo smiled: "Yes, one more thing: from now on, call me coach."