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For Xiao, it seemed like time was frozen right up until the moment the bell rang. The ocelot had been in fights, but never in a ring with thousands of people watching. Cameras flashed. Exulted spectators waved signs, and all of them extolled the power and beauty of Indigo, reigning champion of the league. Xiao was only able to face her here and now because of an initiative the league called gunslinging. Newcomers could test their mettle against the best of the best, and there was no fighter more renowned than Indigo the dragoness.

Before the bell stepped ringing, she was striding towards him, fists raised and face sneering. Xiao started moving only when his handler gave him a shove from over the ropes. "C'mon, kid, get in there!" he urged in a gravelly New Jersey accent. Xiao put his fists up. The slight ocelot thought he was ready. He had grown up with domineering older siblings; he could take his lumps.

As she neared him, Indigo's pretty face broke into a smirk. She called over the din of the audience, "Gonna make a chair outta you, kitty-boy!"

Xiao had no trash talk to give back. It was hard to insult Indigo in the first place. He thought she was beautiful in a wicked punk fashion. Her royal blue hide was fetching especially as its thin layer of sweat glistened under the banks of stage lights. Her wide hips and thick ass were an entirely different beast. Being her chair didn't sound like such a terrible fate.

Her attractiveness didn't matter. Xiao was there to fight, not fuck. He swung a noodly arm at Indigo and caught her midriff. It was a lucky blow. She recoiled, but her face was even, her rhythm unchanged. The grin which bloomed on her face said everything: the punch had taken her by surprise, not caused her pain. "Oh, you're screwed now," she cried, sounding giddy as a warrior in the grip of bloodlust. She lunged into him, bopping his face. She got him to throw up his fists and then she struck him full-on with her hips, smashing him with such power that his slim body tumbled to the mat as a ragdoll.

The audience erupted into cheers for Indigo. They chanted her name and watched eagerly as she took apart the new meat. It was Indigo's specialty to drag out her gunslinging matches longer than the title bouts. She never quite let the inexperienced brawlers feel they had a chance; she just tormented them for a while like a cat toying with a wounded mouse.

The dragoness bounced off of the mat and stretched her legs in midair, ready to land buttocks-first on the ocelot's dazed face. The skinny cat was quicker than she gave him credit for, managing a hurried log roll out of the way. Her spade-tipped tail swatted him on the shoulder, but her ass crashed into the mat.

Xiao gave Indigo a wide berth, his fists still raised. Now he was acutely aware of how she cared to fight, but this insight gave him no help. She was on him in seconds and she hip-checked him again, sending him staggering into the ropes. As he struggled to regain his balance, Indigo ran, jumped, and twisted in midair. She hurled herself into him ass-first and crushed him against the ropes. He experience a brief but intense vision of his body being sliced apart into even chunks by the ropes, pushed through by Indigo's mass. Instead of a grisly fate, he only had the wind pounded out of his lungs, and he fell to the mat with a small bump. The ropes supported his shoulders like the back of an easy chair.

Indigo's fans were delighted. They stopped chanting her name and started chanting something Xiao found ominous: "Stinkface! Stinkface! Stinkface!"

"Crowd gets what the crowd wants!" Indigo said, breaking then into a wicked laugh. Only Xiao could hear her over the uproar.

The ocelot stared stupidly at Indigo as she turned and backpedaled. He realized that her ass was coming towards his face, the cheeks dripping with sweat, her musk apparent even a foot away. He tried to stand but he was still out of breath; his legs buckled. On his second attempt to stand up, all he did was get himself knocked back down by Indigo's incoming ass, and then the cheeks were upon him. He winced as his short snout jabbed into her ass crack, wedging her black shorts between the cheeks. Thick and potent musk filled his head, and despite the humiliation of becoming her chair in front of so many people, his cock popped a tent in his shorts.

"Stinkface!" the audience cried in unison one last time. They broke up into riotous laughter.

Indigo was exulted by the response. She wriggled her ass on Xiao's face, grinding his muzzle deep into her crack. Her sweat streaked his fur, imparting her powerfully musky smell onto him. When she pulled forward, ever mindful of how easy it could be to smother opponents to unconsciousness, he came with her until his muzzle popped loose of her ass cheeks.

Florets of color burst in Xiao's vision as clear air rushed into his lungs. He pulled himself to his shaky legs but leaned on the ropes, and he knew then that the fight was over. It was just a matter of how long Indigo wanted to play with him.

For his part, Xiao still tried to fight back. It was difficult with an erection. He smelled her on own his face, and he knew that the residual warmth was her sweat soaking down to his skin.

The dragon blocked his lame punches, punching back when she felt like it, never doing much more than bopping him on the snout. She taunted him openly: "Just fall down already, Stiffy. You know you want my ass on your face again. I'll grind it on there good."

Xiao knew he wanted exactly that, but having it pointed out to him galvanized him into fighting even harder. His attacks were as ineffective as ever, but he made the effort.

Eventually, Indigo simply hip-checked him again, hurling him to the mat. She bounded over his body, planted her feet on the bottom rope and threw her hands around the top rope. For a brief moment which felt unbearably long to Xiao, her bottom hung over him. She let off the ropes and her wide, blue ass smashed into his face with meteoric force, knocking Xiao into a stupor. She stood up, wanting to keep the fight going. Indigo heard a few of her fans toward the front begging her to sit on them instead. For their sake, she gave her wide ass a tempting wiggle.

Slowly and stupidly, Xiao stood with shaking legs. His erection had subsided but the arousal was still there, muffled by the daze of having his head pounded by her ass. He leaned heavily on the ropes and when she came near with a gait which was almost a skip, he backed away fearfully.

Indigo screwed her face up into a grin. Her wings splayed wide and spooked the ocelot, then tucked back in neatly. "C'mo-o-on!" she implored him, arms splayed, offering him a free shot. But Xiao stumbled into the corner, shaking his head. He was done, and it was time for the mercy kill.

The dragon leapt over to Xiao and landed in a half-squat. She rose from the stance with an uppercut, drilling her fist into the smooth plane of his belly. It was not a very forceful punch, but it was more than Xiao could handle in his staggered state. He buckled to the mat again and slumped against the turnbuckle.

The fight was over, but the show was not. Indigo strode briefly around the ring as if on a victory lap, and she listened to the electrified cries of her fans. A rallying cry began to emerge from the noise, gaining traction as more and more spectators joined in. "Stinkface!" they demanded, chanting it again and again.

"Stinkface it is!" Indigo answered, unheard by the audience. She swaggered to the turnbuckle where Xiao had resigned himself to his fate as a chair. They locked eyes just before she turned. She thought he appeared eager for this.

She spun on her heel and grabbed the top ropes. She allowed Xiao five seconds to contemplate his fate and stare at sweaty, blue ass. Her shorts were halfway wedged between her cheeks and their fabric visibly dripped with sweat. Powerful musk assaulted his senses and made him stiff again. Then she let her ass crash into his face, crushing his snout deep into the cheeks, the turnbuckle providing the resistance the ropes couldn't give. Xiao's eyes rolled back. Whether in pleasure or suffocation, even he wasn't sure.

The crowd belonged to Indigo then more than ever, laughing and whooping as she ground her musky behind viciously into the ocelot. Not just his muzzle, but most of his face crammed into her ass crack. The breathable fabric of her shorts was pointlessly thin with his nose packed so firmly into her crack; she may as well have been naked.

Cackling, Indigo pulled away and dragged Xiao along for a few inches. His muzzle eventually slipped free of her crack and he slumped sideways on the mat, teetering on the verge of consciousness. His penis throbbed under his shorts.

It was time to call it. Indigo put a foot on the ocelot and shoved him onto his back. She climbed over top of him, ass hanging above his face. Sweat rolled off the mighty curves of her cheeks. As her ass dropped on his face, the crowd erupted, chanting her name. The referee, a fresh-faced badger who had seen Indigo destroy plenty of boys just like Xiao, slid into the ring and started his count.

"One!" His palm slapped the mat. "Two!" Another slap. Xiao was as slack as a body could be. "Three!" Not even Indigo could hear his third slap. The audience's reaction was deafening. She lapped up all of their praise and love while the referee and the EMTs on site carted the ocelot away.

The next gunslinger passed them on the ramp. He strongly reconsidered the fight when he saw how gone the ocelot was.