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A little story I wrote to warm up my writing muscles based on a prompt from a Twitter friend. In case you were curious, the prompt was: Wrestling Match.

Blue Lightning threw himself down on the locker room bench with a huff. The little rabbit was pissed; not only was he pinned in less than a minute, he also lost his chance at the featherweight title. Domino Hunter had used an illegal leg sweep on him, he knew it; the ref didn't see it, however. So here he was, bumped from the bracket, licking his wounds in the locker room, nothing in his future except fluff and filler matches.

The bun grabbed a roll of compression tape and gingerly wrapped it around his shoulder, attempting to lessen the dull ache settling into his bones, a souvenir from his mousey rival. "Ah! Piece of crap!" He yelled, tossing the material against the lockers in anger. He sat fuming, legs and arms crossed, as he replayed the events on the match in his head. "I kept my arms high and my legs back, I didn't have an opening!" He thought fiercely, but it all ended with him on his back, too shocked to move. Blue Lightning started undoing his sparkling blue wrestling boots, eager to change out of his gear before Domino saw him.

He definitely did not want the fiery red mouse to see him this upset after the match, especially with the best they made. "The bet!" He groaned and winced, slapping himself on the knee and inadvertently causing a flare of pain in his shoulder. It completely slipped his mind until just now! Blue Lightning hurried, pulling his matching blue fingerless gloves off and shucking a boot; if he just managed to change and get out of the locker room befor- *WHAM!. * The big double doors to the locker room swung open, a grey mouse a head shorter striding in, with his entourage following and laughing behind him. Domino Hunter was every bit a wrestler despite his 4 foot stature, with thick burly arms and a steel drum of a stomach. His costume consisted of really only a bandana and speedo, both a blazing reddish orange made even more garish by the drab locker room surroundings.

Domino sneered the way he always did, flashing his set of giant buckteeth down at Blue Lightning even from across the room. "Well boys, what didja think of Loser Lightning's performance out there, eh?" He barked out, holding out a gloved hand for a high five, a bulky hyena behind him glad to oblige. Blue Lightning didn't respond, swallowing a little hard as he continued to change out of his boots, albeit a little slower. "Talkin' ta you too, _bunny . _ " Domino added, striding over to the rabbit's spot on the bench, looming over him. Even though he was a a lot shorter than the lagomorph, he still had quite a looming presence, his shadow fully eclipsing the overhead lights.

"I know you didn't ferget about our little wager, Lightning. How'd it go? Loser's gotta blow the winner right? Your words?" The mouse gave one of the rabbit's long ears a hard flick.

"I don't, you can't be serious. You cheated!" The entourage let out a huge laugh.

"Prove it," Domino said with laugh. "Ref would've caught it if ya were right. Now, you better make good on yer bet.." He gave that ear another flick, stepping right up beside the rabbit, straddling the bench between his knees. That red speedo was absolutely soaked in the mouse's sweat, and Blue Lightning could see a few more drops cascade down the front. He didn't say anything, still looking at his feet as he shucked off his second boot, his hands trembling like crazy. "It was a joke bet! I wasn't serious!" He wanted to yell, but something inside him held him back.

Domino took another step towards Lightning, sweat-soaked speed right up against the rabbit's face. "Well? Show yer champion some love!" Domino said with a laugh, leaving a little wet streak on the bun's cheek. Lightning swallowed, then swallowed again. He could feel the heat of Domino's genitals on his cheek. He turned his head slowly until that bulge was right up against his nose, but not inhaling a breath.

Domino Hunter let out another taunting laugh, grabbing the back of his captive's head and smearing his groin all over Blue Lightning's muzzle. "How do ya like the smell of a winner? I bet you can't get enough, eh?" Lightning frowned hard and blushed behind the bulge, about to retort but instead getting a mouth full of mouse musk. He smelled clean and heady, and unmistakably manly: it made his head swim. The bun cracked his mouth open a little, and his lips couldn't help but give a meek test suck. "This isn't so bad." He thought. "Domino's an ass, but he smells real good... 'Sides, sooner I get this done and over with the sooner I can leave." The rabbit reasoned to himself, his judgement very obviously a bit clouded. He gave the bulge another lick, his tongue finding purchase right on what looked to be the tip of a rapidly growing length. "Aww, I think he likes it boys!" Another raucous bout of taunting rang out from behind the mouse, and Lightning blushed angrily.

The dominant mouse pulled the rabbit's head back from his groin and hooked a fat digit under the corner of his speedo. Domino was -packing-. The heel's impossibly thick, uncut brown length popped free from the bottom of the leg, followed by a very hefty set of balls. Lightning reckoned it wouldn't get much bigger, but the sheer width of his captor's member gave him pause. The underside of the mouse's foreskin dripped with perspiration, and the rabbit could feel the raw heat of it, as he reached out to grab at the dangling balls. "Give yer date a kiss, hmm?" Lightning plunged forward, all decorum forgotten. His lips parted around the salty tip of the mouse's length, but he couldn't get it all inside; his sore jaw ached under the strain. "I -said- take it." Domino said with a flash of danger in his voice, shoving his dick hard against the bun's muzzle, keeping it firmly in place with a paw. Lightning sputtered, but didn't pulled back, his tongue lapping up precious drops of sweat even as pre started to flow from the tip boring into him.

Lightning could only give pathetic little sucks as Domino started fucking his mouth. He lashed his tongue as best he could against the mouse's tip, but it couldn't stop the sheer force of his opponent's thrusts, running his throat raw in the process. "Fuck yeah Domino, give it to him!" The hyena yelled again, openly stroking himself. "Yer getting' this Friedo, right?" Domino called behind him, beads of sweat running down his front. "Oh yeah, recording the whole thing!" A raccoon came out from behind Domino Hunter, cell phone in hand. "I've had it on since we walked in!" He walked around the side, snickering as he recorded the rough face-fucking the rabbit was getting.

The lagomorph was having a rough time. The soreness in his body meant he could barely react to the muscular mouse's thrusts, and with the haze of musk around him meant he was helpless in Domino's paws. Each thrust into his mouth felt harder than the last, the rodent lingering with that fat head in the rabbit's throat for a second before pulling all the way out, only to slam against that tight throat again and again. Tears from sheer exertion rolled down Lightning's face, his eyes shut tight. Domino was close, he could feel it; each thrust was punctuated with a smaller, uncontrolled thrust, and the mouse's precum was flowing freely. "F-F-Fuck, gonna fill this loser up.!" The mouse gasped out, gripping the rabbit's head fur hard in his paw. "Dude, get it!" Friedo yelled out, snapping a few more pics of Lightning with his mouth full of mouse cock. The flash caught Lightning's eye, and obvious to the previous conversation, was absolutely mortified. He managed to pull off of Domino's thrusts long enough to let out a startled "Wha-" before Domino let loose, blasting the rabbit's open mouth and muzzle in his seed. Ropes of salty excess fell onto the rabbit's nose and eyes, causing him to shut them tight, even as Domino continued painting his form. Blue Lightning coughed on it, attempting to pull away, but the mouse just grinned and held him in place, marking him with his scent.

"Fuck yeah, now everyone will know what a loser you really are, Lightning." Domino gasped out as his orgasm tapered off. He laughed again, wiping the spent tip of his dick right on the bunny's nose, giving him a lungful of scent. "Damn, that's a good one Friedo." He added, looking over the raccoon's shoulder as he snapped another pic. The mouse stuffed his dick back in his speedo, the lycra struggling to contain his shrinking length. With a laugh and a high-five, Domino strutted from the locker room, his posse following behind him. Blue Lightning could do nothing except sit there, rasping for air with a sore throat and face reeking of mouse musk. "Well, fuck." He added, looking down at the tent in his shorts. With a sigh, he reached into his pants, and set to work.