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There was something inside of him that always felt like a gaping void -- something inside of him always felt empty.

Simon had always been a bit of a strange kit growing up. When the other kids were sucking carefully on their lollies, giving them gentle and casual licks, he was pulling the entire stick down his throat and enjoying the way that the hard candy felt tickling against his uvula. He should have known then that the fetish wasn't going to simply go away -- in time, it turned into him doing 'magic tricks' for his friends at school, where he could damn near make an entire carrot disappear. To a group of elementary school students, it was ah-may-zing.

Of course, once his hormones kicked in, he practically became the most popular fox in school overnight after he took the entire football team without a single gag. Maybe they wouldn't let him say anything about the fact that it had happened, but word got around the school anyway. Every boy, gay and straight alike, were corning him in the locker room or the showers and presenting their pricks for the treatment that only Simon's throat could give.

More than that, the more that he pleasured others, the more he realized exactly how much he was enjoying himself -- when he took two cocks at once down his throat, he felt his own prick give a near-violent jerk before he exploded in a wash of pleasure. He'd orgasmed without ever touching himself; just the sensation of his throat stretching, of his body aching and trembling as he fought for breath around the taste of musk and sweat and the scent of the two males that were practically smothering him was enough to make his mind overload.

After that, he couldn't go back. There wasn't a damn thing that he wanted more than to be the sluttiest fox that he could be -- to experience everything that he possibly could and to show the world that he was the best damn deep-throater that had ever existed on the planet. He wasn't sure how he was going to accomplish that, but he was determined to try.

He made it through the first few years of college fairly easily. Whether it was sucking the prick of his elephant professor or actually using his smarts to get the grades that he needed to. It was at a frat party in his sophomore year that he heard the announcement on the radio.

"That's right, ladies and gents! You heard us correctly! We will be hosting the first annual "Best Deep-Throater" contest this Saturday! If you think you have the gumption, come and show us how well you swallow!"

Simon felt something inside of him curl in pure pleasure, and his cock actually gave a twitch and a small spurt of precum at the thought of finally, finally getting to show the world what he was best at.

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There was a larger crowd than Simon would have thought -- of course, the fact that there was supposed to be a public spectacle of deep-throating should have been a hint for the turnout. Still, he truly was shocked that the majority of the contestants were females.

"Well, well! Are we ready, crowd?" The host of the television show was an enormous dragon, his voice a deep, rumbling timbre that the crowd couldn't get enough of. His purple hues were filled with wicked delight, and he gestured across the stage that had been adorned with a long banquet table stools for the 15 contestants, "Are we ready to get to sucking!"

A wild roar erupted from the crowd, and there was enough cheering and stamping that the stage actually rocked and vibrated for the duration of it. Simon could feel a trill of excitement pulsing through him because as soon as Zik -- the dragon host -- had called out his question, fifteen male canines came onto the stage wearing nothing but their birthday suits and lined up at the head of the table.

"Let's get started then! Remember your rules -- if you can't handle your challenge you're out! That includes vomiting, tapping out, complaining, or fainting!" Simon had never done any of those things -- the fox wanted to jump across the table and start right away. Instead, he followed the instructions as each contestant came forward and knelt in front of their first challenge.

"And... begin!"

Simon didn't need any encouragement to start. His arms wrapped around the canine's torso and he instantly gulped down the cock in front of him, feeling it stretch at the edge of his throat. He took a deep breath through his nose before relaxing his muscles and let a shiver of pleasure run through his frame, making his blood boil and his entire body basically zing with excitement. He didn't want to cum yet, though -- he knew that there were still many challenges to go.

Somewhere behind him, he heard slurping and working for a moment before the sound of retching sounded, and a loud buzz rocked through the stadium. The fox didn't lift his head from his endeavor to see who had been booted from the contest, because he knew that everyone around him didn't matter -- no one was going to beat him. The thought was instilled within him, and he knew that his confidence couldn't be rocked.

"That's Kayleigh out of the competition. Clean up on aisle one! As for the rest of our contestants, it seems like they're handling these seven-inch cocks like pros! Of course, this is just the warm-up, isn't it?" The rumble of the dragon's voice was full of excited anticipation. Simon felt the same jitter of joy rocking through his frame.

Next, a rabbit in a pair of short shorts and a crop top came out with a large, covered platter.

"Let's see if these self-proclaimed Deep-Throat champions can handle one of our favorite dildos! That's right, it's the Massive Horse Cock! Of course, today's contest is sponsored by one of our favorite companies, Naughty Dragon! Let's get started then! Sheri!" And the rabbit moved at the prompt of her name, pulling the lid off of the tray and revealing massive horse dildos, these at least as long as the fox's slender arm. Simon shivered again, delight and anticipation pulsing through him as they put each silicon protrusion onto the table before each contestant.

"The rules of the game are the same as before! No gagging, no hurling! You don't have to give these dildos an actual blowjob though, ladies and gents!" The dragon gave a wink, "Save your throats for those who can actually appreciate it! Just take the dildo in all the way to the base! Start your engines," the Zik's voice was a full-on rumble. "Let me see you kiss the table!"

Around him, Simon could hear the others starting their descent on the dildos -- worse, he could instantly hear as contestant after constant started to gag, retch. One even pushed away from the table, a small deer, with a sneer.

"That's almost twelve inches long. I'm not doing this." And she stalked off of the stage as buzz after buzz echoed the room.

Simon waited for just a moment, his eyes actually rolling at the lack of commitment from so many of the people around him. After a moment, he opened his jaw wide and gulped the dildo down as smoothly as he could -- his throat muscles relaxed, and he could feel the bulge showing at the base of his neck. He didn't care though; he stood with the motion and took the entire cock in, letting his lips spread wider to take the balls in too so that he did exactly as the dragon had requested and kissed the smooth tabletop.

As soon as he heard a ding above his head -- proof that he'd finished the task -- he pulled back with saliva stringing from his lips and his throat giving a small aching twang of protest. Still, it wasn't anywhere near as much as he'd taken in before, and he could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing, damn near demanding release.

Not yet though -- not quite yet. They weren't done, after all. He looked around him surreptitiously; there were five others remaining other than him. He couldn't believe that so many people had failed out over something as small as the dildo that was being removed from the table with a loud, wet, suctioning pop.

"It seems like our contestants are dying off like flies. I wonder, how many of you are going to walk when you meet your next challenge... Buck!" The dragon gestured in a grandiose flourish to the corner of the stage, where a massive male stood; Simon frowned a bit. He looked like a bodybuilder hopped up on too many roids. There was no way that the muscled rhino had anything between his legs. The others around him were murmuring much the same, some actually laughing at their fortune, until Zik carried on. "Show them what they're going to be swallowing for this round, Buck!"

And with a practiced motion, the Rhino lifted his arm up, flexing a massive bicep as a spotlight came forward to focus on just that enormous arm.

Simon heard four chairs scrape back in near unison.

"No."

"Fucking."

"Way."

Four contestants stalked off of the stage without so much as another word, so that only Simon and a single female remained. The feline, who looked like an alley cat, was staring at the rhino with wide eyes. Whether she'd stayed out of sheer horror or because she actually thought she could take having her throat fisted had yet to be seen.

Buck stepped forward, his arm swinging almost ominously at his side. "If you're ready, he'll be taking turns with our two remaining contestants. You have to take thirty whole seconds of Buck's lascivious treatment. Do you think you can cut it, pussycat?"

Beside him, the feline gave a soft mew. Either she'd accepted her fate, or she was so shocked that she didn't have the sense to say no. Whatever it was, Buck came beside her chair and lifted his arm, bringing it to her mouth in a sensual motion that made Simon hard just watching; now this... this was something larger than anything that he'd ever taken in before. God, he was ready for it.

Buck made it to his wrist before the pussycat started to struggle, and made it half up his forearm before her eyes rolled back into her head and she actually slumped forward onto the table in front of her. Simon's eyes traveled to the clock above their heads.

She hadn't made it more than ten seconds.

"Oh, well then! It looks like we only have one contestant left. Hey there, little fox," the dragon's eyes focused on Simon, and there was something dark and full of hope ripping through the back of them, "Do you think you can handle Buck?"

For the first time, Simon spoke up. He leaned forward and fixed Zik with his gaze. "There's nothing that I can't handle, dragon."

A puff of curling smoke came from Zik's nostrils, and the dragon's muzzle curled into a massive grin. "Let's put your money where your mouth is, boy."

Buck stepped forward, lifting the arm that he hadn't used on the poor pussycat, who was being carted off of the stage, and wiggling his fingers in anticipation. Simon simply came from his chair, going on his knees in front of the rhino and opening his mouth complacently. He knew that he was going to have to prepare for this -- his entire body was shivering in anticipation, and he took a few deep breaths, focusing on the muscles in his body and letting everything slowly calm down as buck approached.

He felt the edge of the rhino's fist pressed against his muzzle a moment before it spilled forward -- it hit against the back of his throat and he took a deep breath in to widen that hole. Simon's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Buck pressed his hand forward. That meaty fist spilled down his throat, down until Simon could swear he felt fingers playing in his stomach. The massive swell of his muscles was so much to swallow, and it took everything that he had in him not to tense his muscles, not to cause more damage to himself than he could hope to feel better from.

Once Buck's arm went in past his elbow, he pulled it back... and then started to move in full. He fisted Simon's throat in the way that an ambitious lover would fist their lover's tight asshole, and Simon let out a whimpering moan that couldn't be heard as he had to squeeze every bit of control that he could -- it didn't matter though. His cock was weeping, precum spilling and staining his pants until he couldn't stand it anymore That fist shoved downward again, and he swallowed reflexively, groaning again as his entire body rocked forward and his balls squeezed tight.

Somewhere in the background, he could hear the crowd counting down.

"Five, four, three, two, one!"

A bell sounded, a loud dinging ring of victory... but it could hardly be heard over the scream of pleasure that tore from Simon's throat the moment that the rhino pulled his fist from his mouth; the fox came, and he came hard. The jettisons of cum filled his pants with stringy ropes -- his throat was so raw from taking the rhino's arm in that he could hardly make the noise... but somehow he still managed before collapsing onto the table with spittle stringing from the corners of his stretched lips and tingles of orgasm still rocking through his body.

There was a rumbling as Zik came forward, his massive body hardly making it onto the stage.

"Well then, it seems like we have our final contestant!" Simon's eyes rolled upward. The word contestant caught him by surprise -- he had won, hadn't he? But then he realized something... Zik's cock was out, and it was hard and glistening with precum.

It was also damn near as big as he was.

The fox's eyes widened -- he'd swallowed a lot of things... but...

"That's right, foxy. If you want to be declared the winner, there's one more thing left for you to swallow. Tell me, are you still as confident as you were before." And it was the challenge in Zik's voice more than anything that made Simon slowly raise his head from the table, made his copper eyes narrow as he looked up at the dragon.

"I can take anything you can dish out." His voice was hoarse, but he still sounded confident.

"Then come and get it." The dragon didn't give him a chance to move though -- he grabbed Simon up as though he was nothing more than a sex toy and pulled him forward to that cock. He did the best that he could; he opened his mouth wide to fit the girth, and he felt his jaw pop and strain as he swallowed the head down. For a moment, he thought that he would simply split from the sensation. Whether it was the dragon's precum giving him some magical stretching ability, or the fact that Simon had really been born for this, he could never be sure... but slowly, inch by inch, he took in more and more of the Dragon's prick... to the back of his throat, to the bottom of it... further and forward, to his stomach, and then to his guts...

He descended on that purple prick until he could see the base of it coming forward and his lips kissed it -- he couldn't breathe around the fact that he'd become a cock-sleeve, but he'd also never felt anything so amazing, so erotic in his entire life. His hands came limp to his side, and his eyes rolled back. He didn't think he had anything left in him... but he felt orgasm well up, rip over him... and come spilling in a jettison of hot, salty victory as the bell gave another loud ring and the dragon's booming voice came out, this time trembling in pure pleasure as he spoke.

"We have our winner!"

And Simon, for the first time in his life, felt completely and utterly... full.