FWL Hyperfights: Jack Lumber V. Ice Burr
Here we go, my first hyperfight.
Glad to finally have this one off my chest.
As always thanks for reading!
The FWL and all the characters within are mine.
Hyperfight: Jack Lumber V. Ice Burr
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The soft lights in the locker room shown especially bright tonight; at least, it did for him. But then again, Jack generally felt a bit anxious before a match.
Wish I was past all this. I've been doing this for five months now.
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He'd already finished preparing for the match; it was always the lead-up that got to him. For this match he thought he'd do something a little different: his trademark beanie was gone, as was his usual oversized plaid vest. He also forwent his boots, with only knee braces and ankle wraps to cover his legs. He didn't have a belt around his waist, and he'd swapped his trademark leaf-green wrestling trunks for a pair of golden trunks with an axe that went across the front lengthways from the top of his trunks to down between his legs and the words HOT STUFF across his ass in bright green letters. Originally he wasn't sure about them but found them to be just as comfortable as what he normally wore. Plus they made his bulge look really intimidating.
"Really folks, that match will surely be one for the history books. Am I right Saul?"
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"Truer words have not been spoken, Adrian. The clean-up crew's got its work cut out for themselves, I can tell you that."
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The TV in front of Jack brought him out of his musings. The last match had just finished and his was up next. He wasn't sure how it would go off, only that it would be different than the last one.
"Right you are Saul. Tell me, what is up next?"
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"Well next is one of our Hyperfights."
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"Isn't that where one of the wrestlers grows larger and fights a smaller opponent?"
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"Yes, but that isn't always the case. Sometimes both wrestlers get big. Then it's really fun!"
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*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*
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"And it looks like the next match is about to start!"
Pushing himself off the bench Jack turned towards the door, giving himself on final look in the mirror. He couldn't help but smile at how magnificent his body looked and the way his muscles bulged when he flexed. His smile grew cockier still when he turned to leave and he saw the way his bulge bounced with every step he took.
Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
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"Is it true that tonight's match has the promise to be especially messy?"
On the way to the arena Jack passed the wrestlers from the last match- or rather they passed him; one looked to be in well enough condition to walk -the winner no doubt, Jack thought to himself- while the other was half carried some steps behind him by a veritable army of referees. Neither of them had naught on but a mask and boots, and was otherwise covered in a variety of bodily fluids and substances.
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I hope my match doesn't go like that.
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"You bet your sweet ass it does!"
Jack took his place at the end of the hallway, just on the edge of the vast walkway that led into the arena. He shook off the butterflies that arose within his stomach, muscles bouncing as he hopped from foot to foot.
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Come on Jack. You can do this.
"Introducing first, hailing from the deepest woods! You like him, you love him. You want more of him! That hulking moose that everyone wants a piece of: JAAACCCK LUUMMBBEEERR!!"
At the sound of his name Jack took off down the walkway, grinning at the crowds as he made his way to the ring.
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"Jack looks rearing to go!"
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"The crowd loves their heroes."
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"What about that ring huh? Three times the size of a normal one, with reinforced flooring both in and out of the ring"
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"And we've got the glass surrounding the seats. Safety's important you know."
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"And what about the cameras? Is it true that they not only record everything but can also monitor things like heart rate and muscle tension?"
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"Yep. They have to, 'cause there ain't no referees in these matches."
He bounced up the steps and, with a last turn and a wave towards the crowd climbed into the ring.
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"I tell you, it says something when a big guy like Jack is able to just step into an even bigger ring without catching his head or anything."
Jack leaned against the nearest turnbuckle, glaring at the opposite direction as the lights dimmed.
"And his opponent, hailing from parts unknown! He's a furry mystery with a trail of bodies behind him! The undefeated arctic enigma, The IIICCEEE BUUUUURRR!!"
Seeing the polar bear emerge on the other side before the announcer had finished, Jack watched as Ice Burr walked towards the ring. Jack took note of how his muscles bounced and bulged around his tight blue trunks and adjusted himself. He didn't want to get hard at the very beginning.
From the walkway to the ring Ice Burr's gaze never turned away from Jack, leaving the hulking lumber moose feel more than a little uncomfortable. He watched as his opponent settled into the corner opposite him and settled there, staring at him with that unknowable stare.
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"Looks like Ice Burr can't wait to tear into Jack."
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"He hasn't had a loss yet. Do you think our boy Jack will be the one to finally put an end to his reign of fright?"
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"We'll see buddy. Only time will tell."
From out of the corner of Jack's eye flew a small server bot. On its back was a small tray, on which was a vial of a deep red liquid. Taking it, Jack took a huge swig, draining it in one go and slammed it back onto the serverbot, which visibly reeled as it flew off.
There was a loud rumbling as Jack started to grow, not just in height but in overall size. He never stopped looking at Ice Burr, the headlong glare changing to him staring down at his adversary. Once the process was completed he was at least two and a half times the size of the polar bear.
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"And it looks like it is Jack's turn to grow."
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"Looks like his chances of winning just went through the roof."
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"Along with the rest of him? Maybe. It's still too early to tell."
Jack took a moment to adjust to the power that now flowed through him, to the strength that coursed through his pecs and biceps. He then half-walked/half-strut into the center of the ring, meeting Ice Burr dead center. The comparatively smaller bear stared up at Jack, seemingly undeterred by the latter's growth.
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Guess he's more fearless than I gave him credit for. I'll have to be careful.
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"And it looks like Ice Burr's not even remotely intimidated by Jack's growth spurt."
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"That's one way to put it. But can he back up that fearlessness or will he be put down?"
The bells rang just shortly thereafter, signaling the start of the match. Ice Burr didn't move from his spot, and continued to glare up at Jack, as if challenging the big moose to make the first move.
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If that's how you want it fine.
Taking the initiative Jack reached for the Ice Burr, who darted to his side and smacked him on the side. Jack swirled towards the belligerent bear and reached out again, catching nothing but air.
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"Looks like Icy's got Jackie-boy's number; all that extra height won't do you a lick of good if you can't catch him."
Jack swung at him again, just barely missing him. Nostrils flaring Jack takes off, jumping in the direction that he sees Ice Burr jumping into. Arms out, he catches the quick bear, wrapping his arms around him and pressing him close to his chest.
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"Oohhh, looks like Ol' Jack's caught himself a burr!"
Jack paraded the captive polar bear around the ring, shaking the herculean bear that he held snugly against his chest. A chilling sensation, not quite cold but something close started to envelop his chest. It was only a mild chill at first but eventually it grew even more uncomfortable. The cold threw Jack a bit, the enlarged moose coming to a stop.
He continued to clutch onto Ice Burr, squeezing him as hard as the cold would allow, before eventually dropping him onto the canvas. Jack stumbled back a bit, stumbling onto the ropes, leaning against them as he clutched his wooly chest. He couldn't feel anything on his chest but still felt the oddest chill, not only on his chest but also in his groin, which throbbed in sympathy with the chill on his chest.
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"Why'd Jack let Icy go? He had him!"
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_ "I dunno Saul. Maybe he played with Jack's nips. You know he's sensitive down there."_
Jack turned his head and stared at the announcer's box, pondering their words.
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No, that ain't right, what's going on?
He was so deep in his pondering that he failed to catch Ice Burr run across the ring and bounce off the ropes, a bluey-white blur the most he'd seen of him before the polar bear slammed into him, sending him tumbling over the ropes.
Jack was flung over the ropes, the soles of his booted heels grazing the ground. His arms had been caught in the ropes, and were entangled by his struggles.
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"Ohhh and with that Jack's out of the ring! And those big arms of his won't do any good in those ropes, which I've been told had been reinforced to keep them from breaking."
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"Proof positive that bigger isn't always better!"
Out of the corner of his eyes Jack sees Ice Burr slide out of the ring. The bear had taken not but two steps in front of him before he launched a devastating assault, smashing Jack's chest and abs with his fists.
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"And Ice Burr goes on a brutal offensive!"
The polar bear continued his assault, delivering several haymakers to the roped Jack. He then surprised Jack by pressing his hands on Jack's chest, rubbing as much of the latter's furry front side as he could. Jack watched as Ice Burr slowly slid his hands up his chest, his caress simultaneously cold and hot to the larger moose. He then felt the icy-hot hands rub his swollen pecs and threw his head back and moaned as icy-hot fingers clamped onto and twisted his bulging nipples.
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"See, what did I tell you? It's the nips man; it's always the nips."
The ring trembled as Jack thrashed in the ropes, lustily moaning as he rocked in the ropes, his fat bulge throbbing beneath him. Evidently Ice had noticed that too, and started smashing it with his knee.
Jack's hulking body twisted as his knees instinctively twisted themselves to cover his assets, the bear's knees slamming several more moans out of him.
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"And it looks like the Ice Burr's got a plan of attack. Seems to be working too."
The knee jabs to his bulge served to rile Jack up even more, growing in size even as it strained the fabric of his trunks. He felt Ice Burr move away and turned just in time to catch a glimpse of his magnificent ass as he re-entered the ring. He felt Ice slide behind him, saw his hands cross down his chest and caress his nips. A soft breath, cool and refreshing blew into his ear.
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Well now. Isn't this a refreshing change of pace?
Jack then felt the ropes slide away from his body, and crumbled onto the floor outside the ring.
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"Man, Icey's really laying into 'im. "
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"He's as relentless as the cold winter snow, that one."
There was more than a bit of confusion going on in Jack's mind. He fumbled about for a bit, gradually climbing upright.
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Who is this!?
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Why, it is exactly who you think it is.
Jack took a long look at Ice Burr as he leaned wearily against the turn post and the latter stoically returned his gaze.
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Wink.
That's it; Jack was sure of it. His mouth didn't move but there was no mistaking it. At least to Jack, who seemed to instinctively know who was speaking to him. Jack pushed himself out of the corner, weary and tired but still able to fight. His bulge, awakened by the bear's sensuous assault, stirred and throbbed within his trunks as he launched himself across the ring at Ice Burr. The wily bear slid away just as Jack came on him, the latter crashing into the ropes behind him.
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You really should watch yourself. You're not as balanced as you would be without the potion.
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I don't need you telling me what to do! And get out of my head!
Jack yipped off the ropes as he felt a pair of hands grip his meaty cheeks, working and kneading them as the crowd roared around him. The polar bear followed him around the ring, his hands gripping and gnawing at his ass.
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"Looks like we're not the only ones who want a piece of Jack. Looks like Ice wants some moose butt."
Jack ran towards and threw himself into the ropes, taking the surprised bear with him. Then he just as quickly jumped backwards, his ass thrust out with a droopy smile on his face, as he felt himself connect with the Ice Burr and crash into the canvas, taking the molesting polar bear down with him, the latter of whom hit the canvas with a loud oomph. Jack landed on Icey's chest, using the full weight of his body to press and hold the big bear down.
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"Brilliant 'ass'ault by Jack. Makin' use of his enhanced bulk"
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"Icy'll be feeling that one in the morning, I can tell you that much!"
A grim smile crossed Jack's mouth as he felt the Ice Burr struggle against his backside. He purposely slid his ass up the bear's chest, holding him by his mouth to show him his place.
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"Oh! Looks like Jackie's gonna try 'n end this match right here!"
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Try and get out of this!
He slammed his ass onto the polar bear's mouth, smothering him with his sizable glutes.
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...With pleasure.
Jack was in mid fall when the voice spoke up and could scarcely pay it any mind before he felt himself slam down on something sharp and pointed hard enough for it to push through his trunks and connect with his ass, shattering his mind even as it stirred his cock into action.
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"OOhhhh!!"
Jack's body stiffened at that, the pieces of his mind scrambling to rejoin even as his body reacted to the anal attacker. Another hard jab brought a soft, sharp gasp out of Jack, whose head was tilted to the heavens, his cock swelling even more in response. Another jab brought Jack's chest upwards, mouth agape as his head rose even higher. There followed several more jabs, each causing a reaction in Jack's arms, hands, chest and thighs, until Jack's thick cock couldn't take it anymore, and shot a huge torrent of moose cum through his tights and across the ring.
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"And there we go!! There we go, everybody!!"
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"Yeah man!! Jackie's busted a nut!!"
Jack moaned as another hard jab made him cum again, and again and again; his mind returning to him bit by bit. His body however, underwent a different change.
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"Is he shrinking!?"
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"Oh yeah. Didn't you know? It's one of the potion's effects: whenever the user cums they shrink, proportionate to the amount of cum they still have in their tanks. It's one of the effects management didn't want to let out at first."
Jack closed his eyes and moaned as he shrank with each shot of cum, and attempted to steel himself from the anal assault and how good it made him feel.
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"Does the potion also increase one's sensitivity?"
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"Nope. That's all Jackie-boy."
The hands on his hips held firm, and resisted Jack's attempts to pry them off. The polar bear's tongue continued to jab, the back of Jack's trunks half as wet from the assault as his front was from cumming so much. The jabbing continued until, apparently tired from playing with Jack so much, the Ice Burr threw the struggling moose off, sending him flying face-first into a puddle of his own cum.
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"And there he goes!!"
Jack waddled on the cum-covered canvas, his mind shaken.
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Surprised? You shouldn't be. This really shouldn't surprise you.
The sound of the Ice Burr's mind voice stirred Jack for reasons he wasn't able to fully understand. He struggled to get to his feet, nearly slipping on the pool of jizz that laid at his feet. He heard footsteps behind him and yipped as a cold hand gripped the back of his trunks and yanked them, painfully pressing at his swollen cock.
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"And a wedgie from Ice Burr! I'll tell you, that bear don't play fair."
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Why don't you just admit that you like this? It will be so much better. For both of us...
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Jack yipped as Ice released the trunks, which snapped back and made Jack yowl in pain. He then circled Jack, and surprised the latter by bringing the big moose's head down and planting a deep kiss onto his big lips. The kiss was deeper than Jack was expecting, with copious amounts of tongue; and a cooling chill so rich and fulfilling that it covered his vision even as it clouded his mind. He was all smiles when the Ice Burr pulled away, giddily chuckling to himself. He stopped when he heard it himself, though the smile never fully left his lips.
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See?
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"Jackie seems out of it."
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"There must be some truth to those rumors about the Ice Burr's smooches, am I right?"
The voice was louder than Jack remembered it being. It brought him back into the fight, though he still felt out of it of sorts. Growling at his opponent Jack launched out with several haymakers, throwing them out one after the other. The Ice Burr dodged them all, sliding into position for the next one.
One punch that Jack put a little too much behind sent him tumbling into the ropes. Dazed and disoriented as he was, Jack didn't pick up on the Ice Burr coming in behind him, or see him make a show of grinding his bulging bear pouch against Jack's perfect ass, though he did feel that last part. The crowd's roar drowned out nearly everything else.
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"What's ol Icey gonna do now?"
A thick fog permeated Jack's mind, keeping him from ordering his thoughts. He was aware of the hand grazing his ass, though he could do nothing but moan. A sharp something tearing at his trunks brought him further out of his meliease.
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Are you ready for this, stud?
The Ice Burr's thick dick penetrated Jack's gaping ass just as his mind voice spoke, the big moose's mouth opening into a large bray.
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"And in goes the Ice Burr!!"
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"Man he's really giving it to Ol' Jackie-boy!!"
Jack hemmed and hawed as the Ice Burr plowed his ass, the latter roaring against his wooly back while his fat balls smashed heavily against the moose's meaty cheeks. Jack's own balls throbbed and squeemed within his trunks, sporting a rather hefty buildup. Nothing happened though, even as the bear behind him picked up the pace and started to pound his ass harder than before.
"Ohh man, that's hot!"
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"The Ice Burr's really getting into it."
The rutting grew fiercer as the meaty moose rode out the bear's assault. He felt his attacker lean into his back and moan softly into his wooly pelt as a torrent of cool refreshing cum shot into his ass, filling him. He grunted as he felt the Ice Burr pump into him a few more times, pumping out as much as he could, and sighed as he felt him pull out of his ass.
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Tell me now, and be honest: was that as good for you as it was for me?
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"Ooohh doggy! I bet that felt good!"
Jack couldn't' find it within him to reply, too blissed out from the fucking and too disoriented from everything else. He heard footsteps and glanced sideways to see the Ice Burr walk up beside him and slide out of the ring. He watched as the hefty polar bear stepped up to him, moaning softly as he felt the bear's hand grazing his heaving ballsac.
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"Why's he letting that bear do this to him? You're stronger than this Jack! Fight it!"
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"Maybe he wants this to happen? He's been rather out of it since that kiss earlier."
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"Icey must be a damn good kisser then! Wouldn't mind trying a piece of that myself."
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"We'll see if you're still so fresh once I get done with you later tonight..."
The hand became two, both of which were gently rubbing either side of his swollen sac. They slid down as one into his trunks, their tender caressing of his equally tender testicles making him huff and heave. His cock stirred to life from the attention, stiffened between his legs. The polar bear, ever the opportunist, took it as far into his mouth as he could. He was only able to get a bit of it, but the way he licked and suckled it drove Jack wild with desire, the latter gasping through grit teeth as he felt his cock surge to life.An all too familiar feeling arose within Jack's balls. He hemmed and hawed and gasped and then moaned as he came. Thick gouts of moose spunk came gushing out of his cock, the Ice Burr suckling diligently on the enflamed cocktip, even as his face and front were drenched with Jack's salty spunk. The ring ropes wobbled as Jack started to shrink again, growing smaller with every shot of cum, eventually loosening enough for Jack to slide out of the Ice Burr's grasp and down the ropes, his upper body hanging over the ringside.
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"Wow folks! It looks like that's it for Jack!!"
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"Hold your horses there. It looks like the Ice Burr's not done with him yet."
Unbeknownst to Jack the Ice Burr was no longer in front of him, having slid back into the ring. He moaned softly as he felt himself being flipped over. Were he more clear-headed, he'd have been able to see the crowds growing wilder, albeit upside-down. He gasped as he was pulled back into the ring. A loud voice pierced the haze of his mind. 2? 3? 4? A countdown? What was it for? Realization that it was for him reminded Jack that he was still in a match. He shot up his right arm, a soft sigh breaking his lips as the words stopped.
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"Oohhh so close!"
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"Wait. What's Icy doin' over there?"
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I've got to- gotta- get up.
He pulled himself onto his knees, pausing to catch his breath. a flash of white out to the side caught Jack's attention, and before he knew it his arms had been pulled behind his back. He then felt his body being bent into an arch, his hands tied to his ankles. He found himself staring into ceiling, his new position awkward and humiliating. He tried to break the bonds, whatever they were, and growled when they didn't falter.
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"That's some position Jack's gotten himself into."
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"Just what are the Ice Burr's trunks made off?"
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"I don't know. It must be something sturdy to keep Ol' Jackie down like that."
Jack turned his head to the Ice Burr, who walked around his back and stared down into his face. The polar bear's hands holding Jack's face the Ice Burr surprised the massively diminished lumber moose by leaning in and kissing him on the lips. The kiss was so enjoyable that it made Jack's fur pop.
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"And again with the kissing! Seriously what is the deal with that polar bear and his laying fat wet ones on all his opponents!?"
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"I dunno pal, but it looks like Jack ain't complaining."
Jack giggled as the Ice Burr pulled away, suddenly much happier.
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There now. There's a good pet.
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I-I've been a good pet?
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Yes, you have. And for that, you get a special treat.
Jack wondered what he was saying as he watched the Ice Burr step over him, a big smile spreading across his face as he watched the big bear bend over, his face just inches from his cock. The polar bear's own ass was just inches below his face, just out of reach. Jack let out a whine, wanting to taste the Ice Burr's ass.
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Patience, my pet. First we must tend to your body.
Jack moaned piteously as he felt the Ice Burr's mouth on his cock again, able to take in even more with the moose's earlier shrinking. The polar bear's hands roamed the expanse of Jack's chest, settling onto and twisting the moose's bulging nipples for a bit before strolling downward. Jack bucked and gripped and moaned into the air as he came, his hips doing little bucks as he shot into the polar bear, whose mouth devoured his seed.
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"And there he goes again, folks!"
Jack came and came, his seed flowing freely into the Ice Burr's mouth. His massive form started to shrink once more, his gasping mouth drawing closer and closer to the polar's pucker ass.
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"Looks like Ol' Jackie's outta the big boy juice!"
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"Indeed. It looks like he'd stopped shrinking a while ago."
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"And yet, the match continues."
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There you go my pet. Enjoy~
Jack's tongue ravaged the crown of the Ice Burr's ass, drawing a heady moan out of the big bear. He continued to nurse Jack's jisming cock, and drank heavily of his semen.
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"Oh man, look at them go!"
Jack sighed into the Ice Burr's ass as he came again, murmuring contently into the gaping anus in front of him as his balls unleashed the remainder of his musky seed. Soon his orgasm slowed to a crawl, and came to a stop altogether. The contented Jack smiled as he watched the Ice Burr pull away, sighing at the loss of his hole.
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Don't worry, my pet. There will be more where that came from.
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Promise?
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Promise.
He felt the Ice Burr push him, gently, onto his stomach, and sighed as he felt a booted heel paced on his perfect ass.
*DING**DING**DING*
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"It's over, folks! It's all over!"
"The winner of this night's HyperFight: The IIICCEEE BUUUUURRR!!"
Inwardly Jack cringed; how could he have forgotten that he was in a match? A soft hand on his back dispelled his anxiety.
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That was very good, my pet.
The hand became two, both of which pulled Jack onto his feet. He looked down to see the Ice Burr pull his own trunks back up, murmuring as he patted his bulge.
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Now come along; it's time for your reward.
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"Not a very good showing for our boy Jackie tonight."
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"No, it wasn't, but what do you expect; it's the Ice Burr: he's been undefeated since he got here."
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"True enough, though I gotta wonder why he's so happy about it?"
Murmuring contently to himself Jack followed the Ice Burr out of the ring.
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"I'd be happy, too, if I were kissed like that."
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"Oh yeah? Let's put that theory to the test, shall we?"
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"Oh!"
The defeated Jack Lumber followed the victorious Ice Burr out of the ring, oblivious to both the roar of the crowd and the announcers making good of their earlier promise, a thin trail dripping out of his backside that only grew longer as he headed further from the ring, and back into the locker room, his genitals tingling with anticipation. Tonight was going to be a good night.