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They said it would just be a house show. Something fun with a tiny number of people in attendance and no cameras. After all, it wasn't like they'd put some amateur fan in front of a real audience. He'd get to meet a famous wrestler, have some fun, and maybe get a few autographs before going home. Maybe they would show him a couple moves in the ring, just for fun. Thinking that it was going to be little more than a glorified meet and greet was the only way they'd actually convinced him to show up at the arena after he won that special once-in-a-lifetime draw. It was a one a million chance of his name coming up, and yet there he was, standing there in a pair of blue trunks.

He had pretty much just entered as joke after getting an entry code under the cap of a soda bottle. The odds of him actually winning the grand prize were minuscule. He was going to turn it down, going to skip out and stay home in the name of not embarrassing himself with such an unfamiliar situation, but the company hit him with multiple reassurances to make him feel more comfortable with the idea. They weren't exactly lies. Just stretches of the truth, a great downplaying of what was really going to happen in favour of making him show up. He was already regretting not taking more time reading that multi-page waiver.

As Cherno stood just outside the entrance ramp, standing in the gorilla position as they called it, he heard a whole lot of noise. That wasn't a small crowd. It sounded like a constant roar, rumbling beneath his hooves as the ring announcer excitedly introduced the stipulations for the match. He found himself frozen as he heard what sounded like thousands of voices cheering in response to the details.

"The following contest is a DEATH MATCH! There will be no pinfalls, no submissions, and no disqualifications! The winner will be determined by whoever is the last one breathing!"

The response to that was uproarious. Deafening. And he wasn't even out there yet. The only thing that could break him out his cold sweat, his paralyzed state was the crackle of pyrotechnics and the explosion of crunchy rock music. A bulky rhino stagehand came by and gave him a little nudge, saying nothing, just indicating. And when that wasn't enough to get him moving, he just shoved the poor deer, sending him staggering through the curtain and out into the arena, feeling incredibly exposed before the sea of faces, all blending into one another where they weren't obscured by homemade signs. He saw a couple with his name on them, some of them supportive, others not so much.

LET'S GO CHERNO

CHERNO SUCKS!

It was packed. He couldn't see all the way to the top, but it looked like every single seat had someone in it. Or they would, if they weren't all standing. Everyone was looking at him, as he tentatively strolled his way down the ramp. He hardly looking like a superstar despite the best efforts of the costume department, doing him up in a pair of blue tights and matching shin boots that left his hooves exposed, along with just one elbow pad. No small part of him wanted to just turn tail and flee right back the way he came. But the ring was right there in front him. He always wondered what it would be like to get in there, in front of a cheering audience. In a way it was a dream come true. He just hoped he didn't do something dumb and turn it into one of those public embarrassment nightmares.

"Making his way to the ring, the challenger, weighing in at 180 pounds, competing in his first - and probably last - professional match ... CHERNO... SILLLLLLLLLLVA."

He heard people cheering him. But he heard some boos as well, along with jeers. They called him meat, prey, bitch. He hadn't heard some of that since school. He couldn't tell if it was good-natured ribbing or they were genuinely mad he had won the contest instead of someone more fitting, more knowledgeable about the whole industry. Or just someone bigger. Whatever it was, he didn't let it stop him. Not after hearing his name over the speakers like that. He hopped up onto the apron and jumped over the top rope. There was a sudden burst of energy coming over him, invigorating him just to stand there in the ring, looking out over the sea of people. There were so many faces that he could hardly even bring himself to believe they were all real. Some of them had to be mannequins just to fill the space, right?

There was no sense wasting an opportunity like that one. He hated how many people were watching him, but his friends would never let him live it down if he didn't take the opportunity to show off a little. He just hoped he didn't fall on his ass as he climbed up onto one of the turnbuckles, trying to figure out some sort of signature pose on the spot. It ended up being something like hip-cocked fingerguns that was probably super lame but goddammit, with the music blaring, the crowd yelling, and the announcer team going on about what a specimen he was, he felt undeniably awesome.

He wasn't the only guest that night. While the gritty coyote on the microphone was a familiar face, beside him was someone new. A leopard-spotted shark, Cherno was fairly certain he recognized her from somewhere, but he couldn't place her hugely grinning visage. He just went back to the mat, bouncing on his hooves a few times, stretching his arms, doing his best to imitate what he'd seen on television while the announcing team broke down their predictions for the match.

"What do you think, Bones? Has he got a chance tonight? He looks eager. He looks like he wants it. Maybe he'll somehow manage to get out of this one alive?" The shark excitedly chattered to her partner, nearly biting the mic in two as she gnashed those teeth between words.

Bones on the other hand was his usual laid back self. "Well, that depends Mazzy. We don't know who he's up against yet. Safe to say, he's going to be in for a tough competition tonight. Whether he has any chance against one of the league's champions, we'll just have to find out. But I've got some faith in this kid. I can see the passion in his eyes."

Cherno was flattered by that. He couldn't help but smile a little, feeling the hype working through his muscles. While he might not have known the first thing about how to move in a ring aside from what he'd seen, presumably his opponent was going to show him the ropes. So to speak. It just seemed weird that he never got a chance to actually meet them beforehand. He would have figured they'd discuss how this whole thing worked, maybe make some plans. They were placing a whole lot of faith in his ability to improvise a good match.

The coyote went on. "And yourself? What do you think of this fresh-faced young man? Could he possibly have what it takes to stand up to one of the federation's top competitors?"

Mazzy just cackled with laughter. "No chance in hell! But it's going to be fun watching him get demolished!"

It could have been all number of people coming down that ramp. One of the champions sure, that narrowed it down, but the league had so many titles circulating those days there were still at least a dozen people to pick from. There was The Boss, or Kraven or Handsome Harry, all of them pretty friendly people out of character by all reports. Of course, there was one other. One enigmatic wrestler whose fearsome ring presence always felt alarmingly real, like they'd just unleashed a wild animal to grapple with the other competitors. But it couldn't be her, he told himself, right up until the moment the lights went out.

Clutching the ropes, he listened to the crowd cheering up a storm in the darkness.

"My god, Bones! It can't be! They wouldn't! They couldn't! How could you do this to an innocent young deer?"

"Now hold on, Mazzy. This might be some kind of mistake. They wouldn't bring out that ... that beast. That monster, to face our newcomer here. That just wouldn't be right."

"Oh, believe me, there is no mistake!" A well-dressed dolphin stepped out into the spotlight, clutching a microphone. Cherno recognized him as the hypeman. "We can't contain her forever. She's hungry. She's angry. She's three-hundred and twenty pounds of pure, remorseless carnage! Mister Silva, prepare to meet the killer herself, the axe, the dagger ... Justine!"

The lights came back up red, smoke billowing out of the stage. Progressive metal screamed from the speakers as they brought her out in chains. She was even bigger in person. A massive, tattooed orca, she was incredibly bulky and muscular, glistening under the lights as she slowly made her way forward. Four security guards flanked her, guiding her along, but not daring to touch her. There was a heavy iron muzzle on the lower half of her face, leaving just her eyes visible through her monochrome hair. Even from the distance, he could feel her glare burning into him. He wasn't sure the last time his fight or flight instinct had been so strong, going off like an alarm in his head and muscles alike, telling him it was time to act. But he could only stare.

It took a while for her to lumber down to the ring, taking her time to build the suspense. When she reached the side, she just stood there, looking up at him for several seconds, almost perfectly motionless. A guard moved in to attempt to urge her along, and that was when she broke free. The chains snapped off as she flexed her way out of them, clattering to the floor all around. She grabbed the offender by the throat, lifting him right off his feet with a single hand as he choked and kicked. The other three managed to pry him free of her grip, and she let him drop, all four of them scrambling to flee in time, dashing their way back up the ramp.

She stood once more, savouring in the moment as her entrance music launched into a chugging solo. That was when she slowly brought her liberated hands up to her covered jaws, grasping that muzzle, giving it a firm tug. Then another. The crowd roared as she ripped it free, breaking it in two in the process, spiking it to the ground like a football as she drew a thumb across her throat with the other hand. Oh, he was so fucked. He didn't even move, letting her climb up into the ring with him, snorting, growling, showing her teeth as she paced back and forth like an animal in its cage. The lights came back on, and the bell rang, sealing his fate.

"This isn't fair," Bones mused. "She's going to tear him apart!"

"Dibs on the pieces!" Mazzy just responded with a gleeful grin. "If you're in the first three ... no! Make that five rows, well, watch out! You're in the splash zone!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I feel obligated to remind you ... what you're about to see has NOT been approved for air on television. This match is intended for adult audiences only. It will not be for the faint of heart!"

They circled for a time, the buck rapidly shuffling to the side while she just trudged her way around him, sizing him up. Even in that hunched, savage stance of hers, she was much taller than him. And perhaps twice as wide. He could feel the mat shifting beneath him with her every step. She was a titan, a brute. And unlike other wrestlers, he had never, ever seen her break character. He knew it was all an elaborate show, a stage play with body slams, but they had done such a good job of protecting her identity that he almost believed she really was just some psychotic killer in a pair of wrestling tights. That's when she hit him.

"By god!"

"I think she just decapitated our challenger, Bones! That's it, match over, go home!"

He saw it coming, but he just couldn't force his body to move out of the way. A massive, lunging clothesline, it struck him in the chest and shoulders so hard that he did a backflip, splatting down to the mat, dazed, devastated. It didn't actually hurt all that much, to be honest. She hadn't punched him in the face or anything. He was just stunned, flat there on the canvas, selling the blow realistically without even having to try. Before he could struggle to his hooves, she had him by the hair and antlers, dragging him up, putting him in a chokehold from behind. Her arms were flexing taut, muscles and triceps and everything else bulging out as if she were putting all of her strength into crushing his windpipe on the spot ... though she wasn't even actually squeezing.

Well that was a relief. She was miming a brutal hold, one that could have rendered him unconscious in seconds, but for all her appearance of brutality, she was taking care not to hurt him. He kind of thought she was going to actually kill him for a while there. Not that he let his relief show too much. He kicked, he struggled, he flailed and reached for the ropes, but they were a long way away. If this was a real match he would have already lost, but she was giving him a chance. This was going to be fun! Taking care not to poke her with his antlers, he finally mustered up a counter, headbutting her and breaking free as she staggered slightly.

That left her reeling, clutching at the point of impact, really selling the tiny blow. He was flattered. If still a little terrified by the look in her eyes. She snorted, and started stomping towards him, raising her arms and giving him a clear indication of a grapple. He met her and they locked together, his hooves slipping on the mat as he staggered around the ring with her. She was generous enough to make it look like he had a chance at all, only putting a little bit of actual force into their struggle. Until she forced him down to his knees anyway, overpowering him, shoving him flat and planting a foot right atop his chest as she got in his face, gnashing her teeth.

"Weak," she taunted, in that bestial voice of hers. He didn't take it personally. Especially when she leaned a little closer, opening up wide, looking like she was about to just bite his face off. But instead of harming him, she instead whispered in a much gentler tone. "Lift my foot up. Slowly. Then hit me with something. You're doing great!"

Her foot was heavy on his chest, but not crushing him. There was no way he could have overpowered her normally, but she was letting him fight back. He clutched at her sole with both hands, and made a show of forcing it off of him, straining, shaking, grunting, but managing. She in turn looked completely bewildered, especially when he gave a hard shove and sent her staggering back. The audience gave a cheer, inspiring him to show off a little, nipping to his hooves and immediately dashing into the nearby ropes. He'd always wanted to do that, feeling them stretch as he threw himself into them, elastically rebounding him towards the staggered whale at a run. While his execution might not have been perfect, he had to admit he at least felt like he looked pretty cool when he went leaping into a flying dropkick, hitting her right in the chest with his hooves as he soared.

"What a blow by the new blood!"

"I might have underestimated our challenger, Bones! Let's up my estimate from zero to eight and a third percent chance of winning!"

"Now just where are you getting that num-?"

She cut him off. "It doesn't matter!"

The audience was warming up to him too. He heard a couple of them chanting his name already. It was surreal. He rose up again, watching Justine staggering over to the ropes, snarling all the way. He hoped he hadn't hit her too hard. But he was pretty sure she could handle it. A monster like that probably wouldn't go down to anything less than a bomb. And he didn't mean a powerbomb. She was leaning against the ropes, looking stunned, though when he hesitated for too long she gestured with her head to approach. So he ran at her again.

Before he could attack, she grabbed him by the shoulders, halting his momentum on the spot. Pushing him out to the middle of the ring, she yanked him right off his hooves, high into the air above her head. He hardly knew how to go along with such a move, but he did his best not to sandbag her. Not that he was all that heavy to begin with compared to the guys she was used to throwing around. He found himself upside down with his head in her crotch, getting quite acquainted with that bulge she sported, and with the general sweatiness that had accumulated over her body. She smelled surprisingly nice. And only got more intimate with her as she fell down with him, slamming him down hard enough to leave the ropes swaying for several seconds after the impact. He found himself stunned again, though the mat absorbed most of the blow.

She remained on top of him for a few seconds, just laying there, pretty much sixty-nining him. Or she would have been if she wasn't so much taller than him. He didn't bother to hold his breath, which meant he was taking in her scent. Maybe it was just the body oil, but she had something to her overall sweaty aroma that was exotically intriguing. Something smooth and warm and even refreshing. Like he could just go ahead and drink it down, savouring it for a while as she crudely smothered him. But she didn't let that position linger for too long, leaping up and leaving him flat on the ground, looming above with that same aggressive look on her face. He didn't bother getting up.

"What's she thinking?" Bones asked his partner.

"I doubt she's even thinking!" Mazzy exclaimed. "Look at her. That's not the face of an intelligent creature. She's pure instinct in there. Pure murder. The killer-est of killer whales."

He was left sprawled out as she stomped him good a couple times, bring a boot down on his chest repeatedly. While she was actually striking him, she halted the blow just before it could do any real damage, just tapping him really. He writhed and flailed about as she pretended to pound on him, enduring her mild assault like it was bone-shattering. When she was done hammering him, she picked him up with ease, bringing him up, higher, and higher. The ring below looked so distant by the time he was stretched across her shoulders.

He just did his best not to fall as she stomped around the ring, showing off just how easily she could carry him, like he weighed nothing at all. Then he was even higher, balancing on the tips of her fingers as she shoved them against his and his belly. He must have been over seven feet up, suspended, helpless, just waiting for her to drop him or throw him into space, perhaps. Instead, she brought him lower, sitting him with a leg over each of her shoulders, while she gripped at his ass. That left her whispering into his crotch, a bit muffled. She only gave him one word of instruction.

"Hurricanrana!"

He blinked. She couldn't have been serious. He had no idea how he was supposed to do a move like that. It was the sort that the high-flyers specialized in, and while he might have been a cruiserweight himself he was no professional. But she was already starting to dash, rushing towards the ropes as if about to slam him down to the floor below. He leaned back, gripped her head with his thighs, and just did his best to imitate a move he'd seen performed from the safety of his own home. No way would it have actually worked, but she made it look like he had whipped her off her feet with his power, leaping up and flipping right over the ropes before tumbling down to the hard floor. Cherno tried to hold on, clinging to the ropes as the momentum pulled him down, but he couldn't get a good grip. He awkwardly wiped out right with her, flopping to the floor as well. Okay so he didn't exactly pull it off perfectly. But close enough.

"Such skill from our challenger!" Mazzy bellowed, sitting right next to where the two bodies had thudded down. Cherno couldn't tell if that was sarcastic it or not but decided to be complimented.

"He better be careful. He wouldn't want to make Justine angry," Bones cautioned.

The orca got back to her feet shakily, taking time to plant herself, bracing her hands on her legs before standing straight. Cherno didn't need to act to look shaken, wobbling where he stood, a little dizzy from all the flipping he'd just done. He stood as close as he could get to face to face with her, doing his best to look up to the challenge, indulging in a bit of a staredown as they puffed their chests out at each other. Given how much taller she was than him, that just left her with his face pressed up between her breasts. She didn't seem to mind.

That left him with the dangerous realization that oh, yeah. She was kinda hot. He had already kind of had a thing for her from seeing her on the screen, though she was a bit scary for him. Hearing those little whispers slipped in to their match, those little hints at her not actually being a crazed killer wrestler made her suddenly a lot more attractive to him. Not to mention just how much sweat she was working up in the process of the performance, glazing her with a unique orca musk he couldn't help but enjoy. Getting a boner in those tights in front of several thousand people was definitely not a good idea. But at least he didn't have to worry about that for long, when she grabbed him again, locking him into a grapple so forceful his knees genuinely buckled.

He was right back to worrying about it when she pulled him in even closer, shoving his head right below her arm. How did she know? He was getting a faceful of her sweaty underarm from that position as she headlocked him. Whether she even realized what she was doing to him with such a musking wasn't even clear, but he couldn't help but take a few extra-deep breaths. He was getting utterly slathered, just soaked as she squeezed at him, her bicep bulging as she flexed, though none of that muscular force was actually going to his neck. She was simply holding him, locking him in place, all but smothering him completely in that soaking spot as the sweat continued to flow thick, visibly running down his face until she finally popped him free, leaving him panting steam from the heat she gave off.

If he was getting turned on, he quickly forgot about it when she whipped him. A spinning push, and she made him run, sending him staggering off with the force of the momentum. Even when he caught his balance, he kept on jogging. He knew how this worked. That came to a stop when he crashed straight into the metal barrier. He felt the audience laying hands on him as he collapsed against it. They were feeling him up like he was famous. He took a moment to recover, still catching his breath, wiping the sweat out of his eyes with the back of his arm. It barely helped.

The audience stopped touching him and just moved the hell out of the way when they saw what was coming. Justine was stomping, snorting, looking utterly primal as she prepared herself, flexing and hunching. Then she dipped her head down and charged, thundering towards him. Cherno was pretty sure he was staring death in the face as he watched that titanic orca rushing at him, moving so much faster than her bulk ought to have permitted. Yet he didn't take the coward's route, didn't dodge out of the way, simply bracing himself for impact as best he could.

"Spear! Speaaaaar! Right through the barrier!" Mazzy was right up on her feet, shouting into the headset.

"As god is my witness, he's broken in half! No, in three! There are pieces of him littering the floor! Somebody stop the damn match!" the coyote bellowed.

She'd hit him square in the middle with her shoulder, bringing all her momentum into knocking him flat. Blasted right through the metal behind him, breaking right through to spill into the crowd. When he landed, he heard a massive crunch. Like stepping on a bunch of twigs. He expected the pain to set in at any moment, to discover that some part of him was terribly twisted, mangled beyond repair. But his limbs still seemed to be in working order as he writhed about beneath her. His head just felt a little lighter. Mainly because on landing he had snapped his antlers clean off. He lay there bemusedly feeling at the smooth nubs where they used to be attached. The audience had already snatched them up as a souvenir.

"Looks like she's made a doe out of him!" the coyote teased.

"Oh she's just getting started with that! Just you wait!" the shark assured.

He was staring straight up like he was in shock. It hardly changed when she hauled him up, yanking him to his feet once more for further punishment. He felt her gripping his hair, right to the base of his skull, tugging him along back towards the ring, shoving him up onto the apron. All he could do was crawl along the mat once she rolled him back in beneath the ropes, looking back at her as she approached. His body was a bit sore, but she had been doing a pretty job of not actually hurting him. Still, all the bumping and thumping around was having its toll. How on earth did wrestlers do this all year long? He was already feeling like he was going to need a long hot bath just to ease his muscles after all this.

The audience was jeering him again. He heard a lot of them calling him a doe, ever since the announcers mentioned it. It was true, he looked even more girly without his antlers. Especially compared to the gigantic whale. It was all pretty embarrassing, being so completely outmatched. Which he was pretty certain was the point. He still hadn't managed to rise, and that just meant it was about to get a whole lot worse in the humiliation department. She got down on one knee behind him, pulled him across her lap, and took a yank on his trunks. Before he could do anything about it, he was bare-assed before the entire crowd, listening to them getting even noisier as he was exposed. They came up with the simplest chant of all.

"Nice!"

They said it again and again timing it with ever strike when she started spanking him, faster and faster. His response was a startled bleat, a sound he couldn't help but keep making every time she smacked him. And she wasn't faking those blows either, giving his cheeks a good slap, the crowd popping off with every single slap. It almost seemed out of character for her to humiliate him like that, smacking his ass over and over, getting the audience all worked up. But he wasn't really thinking about kayfabe when he was getting spanked in front of so many people. His cheeks were blazing, he was kicking his legs, genuinely trying to squirm away, but she had a firm hold of him, finally throwing him to the mat once she'd left his rear numb. He was left scrambling around, trying to get his trunks back on. And still trying not to get turned on either. Having her treat him a bit rough like that ... he couldn't say it didn't appeal in a way.

Though his ass was a bit raw when she got him up again. He was just letting her handle him at that point, waiting for direction on when to fight back. It wasn't coming. She sent him towards the corner, whipping him around again, making him stagger and run. He was getting tired, but he still made sure to sell it, crashing into the padding and leaning there. She approached, shoved him down on his ass, and simply started binding him there. The ropes were taut and springy, and she was tying them around his arms. Legitimately, too. He gave a tug, and realized he was totally trapped, utterly helpless to whatever she felt like doing next. And given she was backing up across the ring, staring down at him, wearing something of a toothy grin, he expected the worst. Especially when she started running again.

The spear was one thing. He knew that was going to hurt, but tied up like that, seeing her coming right at his face, he wasn't entirely certain he'd even survive the impact. She launched herself onto him, thankfully not just instantly crushing his skull when she landed on him. Instead, she ended up throwing her legs over his shoulders and starting to ride him. He got a great big faceful of her bulge, a sweaty pair of balls concealed just by her trunks, grinding right up against his nose and lips. Mashed there really, beating against him as she humped and pinned him, thumping up and down to the audience's uproarious approval. They sounded different by then. Rowdier, shouting lewd comments all throughout the overpowering ride.

"Bronco buster!" Bones exclaimed in shock. "Now this is unexpected! Have you ever seen Justine toy with her prey like this?"

"She's already got him beaten! She might as well have some fun! I know I wouldn't be able to resist if you got me in there with that fine-assed deer!" Mazzy lustfully clacked her teeth into the mic. "Things are really heating up in there! I can smell the sweat from here!"

Cherno could at best faintly bat at her thighs while she rode him. Bouncing, thrusting, and just shoving up hard against him. She had a scent of vanilla body oil to go along with her general sweatiness, and he got plenty of musk right up in his nose as she had her way with him. His hooves beat against the mat, but she wouldn't let him up. She just kept right atop his face like that, squishing him into the corner until he was laying nearly flat, barely able to breathe anything but a steady faceful of orca musk. Which, again, he didn't really mind at all. Even with that forceful treatment.

The more she humped his face, the more of a bulge she had. He wasn't entirely sure what she had down there. He couldn't feel a sheath, but something firm was prodding him right around the nose after a while. The first thing that struck him about her cock was just how rock-solid it was. Firmed up before it had even left its slit, and then just pushing out into his face to add to the pressure. She stopped bouncing on him and instead just set to smothering him, locking him into something more like a submission hold. With the way her thighs were flexing around his head, she could have choked him out in seconds, but instead she just directed all her strength into holding him exactly in place, utterly helpless and breathless alike as she began to slowly work her hips back and forth.

That had her completely suffocating him, slowly drowning him in hot orca crotch while she pressed up against him with more and more of a bulge. He found himself faintly kicking, writhing, barely even able to fight back as his mind swirled and emptied under the constant musk assault. No air got into his lungs, just sweat and heat and plenty of body oil. Before he actually passed out between her thighs though, he found himself dragged back out of the corner, leaving him sprawled in the middle of the ring, just wondering what could have been next. His view of the lights above was cut off by the sole of her boot, pressing down firm on his face, covering his muzzle. There was a bit of sweat on them too, getting right through with how hot she was getting. When she leaned down and snarled a word at him, it was definitely in character.

"Lick."

He licked. The audience laughed as he worked his tongue over the sole of her boot, tasting leather and orca sweat alike. He was still fighting down the urge to get turned on by it all. His cheeks were hot, along with the rest of him, and her scent was everywhere in his senses. It was clinging to his fur, getting in his hair, marking him down. Maybe this was all just part of the match. But she still intimidated him plenty. He wasn't going to refuse her, worshipping her covered foot for as long as she ordered. He heard another chant rising up, spreading like wildfire from one small section to another.

"Orca's bitch! Orca's bitch!"

Just as he was starting to think about giving in, just letting himself get turned on no matter how many people were looking, she abruptly removed her foot and instead picked him up again. He didn't even need to go along with her, just letting himself be limply pulled into position by her strength alone, manipulated and tossed around like a toy. The crowd began a crescendo of cheers as he went up, spine laid across her right shoulder, legs limply dangling down her back.

"The backstabber! It's all over!" Bones cried. "This is the move that won her the super heavyweight title!"

Mazzy was so excited she jumped up on the announcer's table, all but frothing with bloodlust. "Do it! Finish him! Let's hear him break!"

When she jumped up and came back down stiffly, he was given a crunchy chiropractic treatment as gravity brought him down hard on her shoulder, nearly bending him in two. It actually felt pretty good. Which was more than could be said when she snapped him around forwards and slammed him flat on his face and stomach. The impact was stunning, though it didn't utterly destroy him like it was supposed to. Still, he knew better than to undersell a finishing move. He bounced about, rolling, writhing, and finally just flopped back down to lay there completely flat. It ended up looking pretty much like he'd been killed. It was difficult to keep a straight face when he heard the audience going wild, bringing down the house, thinking he was really broken. At first he was just battered a little. Even her most dangerous of moves looked a whole lot worse than it really was, it turned out. Though he was fine without a repeat.

He wondered if that was it. If maybe he was just supposed to lay there and pretend that her move had actually murdered him. That was the whole concept of the match, after all. There really should have been more explanation beforehand. Or maybe he just should have actually spent more time reading all the forms they had him sign. It was several pages of what looked like boring legal text, and he assumed it was just the standard stuff. Maybe if he had bothered, he wouldn't have been so surprised by what came next.

Bones had settled down some, getting back to his usual laid-back commentating style. "And I'll remind you again, folks. This is an adults-only match. The faint of heart will want to leave the arena now."

Mazzy was still on the table. "'Cause things are about to get juicy! Finish him, Justine!"

Cherno still acted like he was still utterly demolished by the move, not even moving. The crowd was getting even noisier for some reason, reacting to something she was doing, but he didn't bother to look up. He pretended he was just unconscious as she pulled him up, doing nothing to help her lift him. She didn't need any assistance. Dangling there, legs limply swinging back and forth, he let her bring him up against her chest with a single hand, clutching him and squishing his back against her breasts. Though it was a lot harder to keep from squirming at least a little when she tugged down his trunks again with her free hand, leaving them around his knees, keeping his legs locked together.

Bare-assed once more, he was left to realized he hadn't even noticed what she was doing when he had been flopped on the mat. She wasn't wearing her bottoms anymore. That meant she pressed a completely firm, curvy orca cock right up between his exposed cheeks, crudely humping at him right in front of everyone. He was paralyzed by the turn of events, hardly even managing to gasp, left wondering if this was even legal.

"Now that's what I call a submission hold!" Mazzy cracked.

"Oh please. Have some respect! It's the last he's ever going to get!"

Then Justine was grinding, smearing, getting pre all over his taint as she worked her way from his balls to his rim. She bit at his hair and ears, then drew her heavy tongue over his head while she pulled his hips close. Her cock was wet. It slid slickly out of its slit, lubed up and ready to go, digging in and spreading him out with her forceful rubs, testing just how tight he was. Firmer, firmer, letting the pressure build, not quite entering until she finally lunged forward, stuffing herself halfway to her balls in one primal thrust. She was outright drooling on him while she penetrated him, leaving him stuffed, bulging, absolutely filled with a curved orca cock, stiff yet flexible, pumping in and out, dragging across the most sensitive surfaces of his insides.

When she whispered in his ear, nibbling on it while she did, it was definitely not the words of the monstrous monosyllabic brute character she played.

"Now I get to fuck you right in front of everyone. Let's let eight-thousand people see just how much of an orca's bitch you really are."

Then she snapped back into character with a firm bite. Not even to his neck, but just to his whole head at once, coming in from the side. Mostly just kneading with those pointing teeth, though she still made it look like it hurt, acting so convincingly that he flinched at first. Then she locked him into a powerful submission hold. A full nelson meant she had her hands on the back of his neck, arms under his, gripping him tightly. It tested his flexibility, but it wasn't painful. It definitely left him vulnerable though, all spread out and squirming as she held his entire weight with ease, burying herself balls-deep inside of him, grinding, pumping, and starting to fuck him.

"My god, she can't do this, this man has a family! Or at least some sort of living relatives!" Bones joked, parodying himself. Cherno might have laughed in another situation.

"They won't want to be watching now! And whether or not he does, he'll be a family man after the orca's done with him! He's about to get bred like the little doe he is!" Mazzy teased.

Cherno was pretty sure that was just an exaggeration. But he didn't ask. Justine started fucking him, and hard, throwing herself into each thrust. The crowd chanted with each one, counting off how many times she hammered his ass. Of all the things to focus on, all the stimulation, he found himself marvelling at just how fat her balls were. They slapped up against him with each movement, flinging sweat in all directions on impact, adding a fleshy slap to every single thrust that echoed out through the arena.

"Listen to this crowd. They're ravenous! And just what are they counting?" Bones asked.

Mazzy chuckled, bouncing in place atop the table until it finally just collapsed beneath her. She went down in a heap, laughing madly all the way before finally answering. "How many thrusts to make him cum, of course!"

"What a shameless display," the coyote mused.

The buck especially noticed the shark's words. The crowd wasn't waiting for Justine to cum. They were chanting, counting off every brutal hump until he blew a load. He was finally giving in to his suppressed arousal, his sheath filling, rolling back, letting his cock fill out, firm up and bulge up against him. He was whimpering huffing, submitting to her. Of course it felt good. A little unexpected maybe, but he couldn't complain when she was treating him so well. He was dangling, helpless, all stretched out and completely exposed to the audience, getting forcefully pleasured by the vicious, drooling killer whale.

By twenty-three, he was dripping pre over his own belly, cock thumping up against him, swinging wildly as she fucked him. By thirty, he was too firm for that, utterly rigid while she reamed him for the crowd. They chanted faster as she sped up, ramming into him at a ruthless pace that slammed his ass numb. He closed his eyes. He let his tongue hang out, dripping, even drooling a little himself. He kicked his hooves as his legs flailed about, bumping back against her only to be launched forward again as she buried herself within him. They were only in the fifties when he felt a heated surge running through his prostate, a shock, a stunning rush of pleasure that he absolutely could not resist.

He got some distance when he just let go, blowing his load clear across the ring, painting several feet of the mat with the creamy splat that stretched from the middle all the way to the ropes. His whole body was shaking, getting some odd convulsions going as he wriggled and flailed his way through orgasm. The orca was filling him all the while. He felt her cock bulging, flexing, even bending in some unusual ways, stroking around his oversensitive insides as he came, making sure every single drop got milked out of him. Before he could even finish his climax, she abruptly broke off the hold, just letting him drop to his hands and knees in front of her, gravity causing her to pull out of his creamed backside shockingly fast. He was still cumming even as he fell, splatting down as she finished emptying those smooth white nuts all over his back.

The thing that impressed, or shocked him most about how hard she was cumming was just how much pressure she could generate. It was like a jet, a thin, powerful blast that almost stung when it hit him square between the shoulders. She just wouldn't stop. He felt his own pooling beneath him, and hers soon joined it, streaming down his sides, his arms, his ribs as it steamed upon his fur. She made a mess of his hair, gunking it right up with a generous dose of orca cream, she made it pour down the back of his neck, and then made her way down his spine. He felt it all the way to his tail, that short little bit of fluff getting all sopping and pinned to his butt as she finished off her cumshot on right between his cheeks, hitting him in that slightly gaping hole with the last few blazing trickles, letting them splat up over his cheeks.

Cherno ended up as soaked as a sponge, basted in her cum, just sprawled out there as he slowly slumped flat, letting her finish her orgasm all over him. It was everywhere. The musk hit him hard with the scent of cream, and he couldn't even crawl away. He slipped, splatting down into his own mess, his cock thumping to his belly, still semi-hard, kept that way by the heavy aroma working its way through his sense. He drooled. He panted. And he could barely even hear the crowd anymore, though he could tell they were chanting something again. It took great effort to reach up and rub the inside of his ears, cleaning some of the cum out of them so he could properly hear.

"Eat! That! Slut! Eat! That! Slut!"

Well that gave him pause. He was slightly more stunned by hearing that than he was already, though the end result was pretty much the same. All he could do was remain there, broken and bred, until she picked him up again. This time she was handling him a whole lot more roughly. He got locked up against her chest in a bear hug, his spine crunching again as she squeezed him close, drawing her broad tongue over his face. It was soaking wet, leaving him glistening, while cum ran down his back, his belly, his legs, running into the crevice of his cloven hooves as he dangled helplessly. He wasn't bothering to struggle.

"Oh now, this is just too much! The match is over! Justine clearly won! Someone ring the bell! Don't do this, Justine! There has to be some trace, some hint of mercy left in that vicious mind of yours! This is a living person!" Bones complained into the mic, sitting there in his chair in front of the demolished announcer's table.

Mazzy giggled from the floor. "You've got to be kidding me! The people know what they paid for! They want to see it! I want to see it! The match isn't over until that deer is done!"

"I can't look," Bones proclaimed, looking.

Cherno didn't think she was really going to do it. Even when he saw that mottled orca maw spreading wide open right in front of him. All dripping and toothy, pink and black inside, with that carpet of tongue stretching right out in front of his face. He plapped hard into it when she shoved the back of his head, getting his features slurped as she gripped him by the hair, grinding him up and down until he practically felt like he was drowning. That was getting him squirming a bit, gasping into the back of her throat when she pulled him deeper. Her teeth pressed down on the back of his neck, then into his shoulders, but he could hardly even react to any of that when he was getting assaulted with saliva until he barely had any more choice than to swallow it.

Her breath was sweltering hot, though largely inoffensive. Maybe a bit like a banana milkshake. Or protein shake, most likely. He got a whole lot more of that heat when she pulled his head into her flexing throat. An orca's gullet was like no other. It constricted so strongly around his features that the bulge of his face in her neck was distinct down to every little detail. The audience could see his stunned expression, his tightly shut eyes and his open mouth, gasping his way inwards as she began to gobble him down. In that moment, he had no doubt that she was really doing it, that she was eating him alive and no one was even going to stop her.

The sound of the audience chanting their bloodlust, or maybe just their lust at him while he got devoured ended up muffled but still audible over her gulping. He heard her heart pumping surprisingly steady, heard a few shaky breaths of pleasure coming from her as she pushed him down. Her grip shifted from crushingly squeezing around his back to just digging her fingers deep into the cheeks of his ass, kneading hard despite how sore he still was from her spanking treatment. Everything got a little more silent, but for the slurping swallows and the wet gurgling waiting for him deep below. She was only going faster the more of him she got inside her body.

Panic might have been overtaking him, but he still managed to break through it enough to really fight with her. This was no longer a wrestling match, no longer just some harmless (if occasionally painful) pretend show for the audience. She was really eating him. And her muscular hold wasn't letting him free, even as he kicked, as he cried out, trying to spread his arms but finding them locked to his sides as she descended towards his waist. He was upside down, nosediving straight down her gullet, feeling it pulling taut around his overworked muscles, reminding him of every little bash and bruise he'd taken during their match. If that wasn't enough to really getting him whimpering, then her tongue over his sensitive, partly firm cock definitely was, flicking back and forth right against the tip, sloppily batting it around while he flinched from every lick.

The heavy churning from her gut, just inches in front of his face was already enough to make him squirm, and those licks just made him all the more active. She toyed with his cock, batting it around, right along with his balls. She wasn't being gentle at all, gnawing on his ass while she slurped up beneath his sac, rubbing over his taint and finally just wetly rimming his creampied hole while her teeth combed across his thighs, just short of biting him . His hooves were wiggling plenty, but that was about all he could manage as he slipped and slurped his way into her stomach, immediately confronted by an acidic scent. And ... some kind of blinking red light?

He heard something click, even amid the ominous sounds of stomach compressions, squeezing all around him as he got forced down into that sack of digestive juices. A little whine of some sort of technology turning on, casting a weird glow over him. Not quite enough to see his surroundings, but just enough to make him curious. It was enough that he was much less resistant for the last few slimy gulps. She stuffed his legs into her jaws, even chewed on him a few times, but he was mostly just frozen. Caught in the headlights perhaps, though that confusing glimmer wasn't nearly so bright as that.

It was enough to keep him from giving too much of a struggle to the orca as she finally finished him off. A slap of her tongue to his hooves, and down he went, swallowed whole, bulging his way inwards, and rounding out her normally fairly taut middle into a hefty, jiggling gut. Only the heavy slap she gave him woke him from that stupor, especially since it was so tight in there the blow made it even harder to get comfortable. He was folded in half, hooves over head, not quite dislocating anything but certainly not bending how he was supposed to. The strike just got her belching, something that sounded near to a gunshot echoing back down to him, pulling those walls in even tighter all around him until he might as well have been wrapped in latex for how clearly he was outlined in her shiny white gut.

Justine got herself settled into the corner, resting him off as she licked her chops, grinning savagely. She rubbed or smacked at him here and there, but mostly she just let her gut get to work. If he had any doubts remaining, any hope that this was still just part of the match, that she was going to let him out as soon as the audience was satiated, then it was all dashed away as that stomach started to really knead him. More than just churning, he felt like he was being chewed on. There was a deadly strength to her stomach, one that compressed him and squeezed the air out of him while he got doused in tingly fluids.

It was bad enough knowing that all those people were savouring his slow, cramped demise. But he couldn't hide from them. He wasn't wrong. There was something else in there with him, a little piece of acid-proofed technology that was capturing his every wriggle and whimper in dark green nightvision. It was all being projected up on the big screen for the audience, with the words DIGESTION CAM just beneath the image of his confined body. Maybe not in full colour, but they could all see him, and his terror as she digested him whole, smashing him flat and rearranging his skeleton as those enzymes started to eat into his fur and skin.

It didn't burn all that much, even though he could outright hear himself sizzling away like he were laid out on a frying pan. More it just itched, giving him at most a moment of pain before numbing over. His body's natural defences were kicking in, preventing him from experiencing too much misery. The gruesome details were lost to him as he just felt his body shutting down, mashed nearly to paste by every single compression, squeezed in tighter and tighter as the orca's belly rapidly flattened over him. It worked fast. Hotly, loudly, and mercilessly. She'd already done enough damage to be irreversible. It was already too late for him to get free, his body already far beyond repair, fading, melting, crushing, turning into goop and sludge to be aggressively absorbed and passed into her system for further processing. He was going to be her bulk, her protein, her muscles and her tits.

The audience was loud enough for him to hear even in the digestive chaos at first, roaring with excitement as they watched him getting kneaded by those belly walls on live camera. But they got quieter as he started to come apart, getting mashed down and pasted right in front of them. Some of them were seemingly getting cold feet. The announcement team was quiet too, or at least the coyote was. The shark was just sprawled on the broken table, wrapped in cords, cackling like a hyena as she watched the feed and frantically jerked at her own cock where she was sprawled. It had all been a relatively structured event until then, resembled a real contest, but by then it was simply chaos, depravity, a hellish scene of destruction and predation as the on-screen form of the deer disintegrated into something less recognizable. Meat and bones, sloshing around, mashing up into a ball of former Cherno, rapidly digested right before their very eyes.They sent him off with an especially cruel chant.

"Rest! In! Pudge!"

He felt the final twitches coming. It hadn't even been long. What remained of his muscles were shutting down, his thoughts blackening as he clung to consciousness. He had a few last gasps in him, a few last kicks and vague struggles before he was simply sighing down into oblivion. Just before he fell into himself, utterly ruined, broken, softened, clattering together as bones met bones. The last thing he heard was the goopy noise of his own flesh splattering and mixing together, indistinguishable from all the rest. Just another heavy meal to be digested by the hulking, ruthless aggressor and predator. When he went motionless, the bell rang, and the ring announcer took over once again.

"Here's your winner, by way of digestion ... Jussssssstiiiiiiiiiiine!"

***

Oh right. This was a thing people could do safely, with the right arrangements. It seemed so impossible that Cherno had never really bothered to think about it. It wasn't like he expected to be eaten alive anytime soon. But there he was, seated in the locker room, wrapped in a towel, feeling a bit disoriented. And ashamed of how much he had panicked, thinking he was about to die for good in an orca's gut. Well, he had and all, but only for show. Just a character death, so to speak. He wondered if that meant he could never wrestle again without a mask, or a new gimmick. Not that he was really thinking about a career in such. One night was enough.

Before he could even rise up, still feeling a little shaky, distinctly remembering the sensation of his own body breaking down in a digestive slop, he got startled by a big slap on the back. That had him swirling around, to be confronted by the very same orca who had just eaten him. Something about her was simply different. She was still in her ring gear, or the top half of it anyway, still soaked in sweat and other fluids, and she was grinning broadly. Though it looked less intimidating than usual. Even the look in her eyes was gentler. He didn't get much time to consider the sight of her before she swept him up in a big squishy hug. Getting pulled against her body made her realize just how much pudgier she was than before, with a hefty, softened gut still gurgling away. She wasn't even fully done digesting him yet. However that worked.

"Mon ami, you were excellent!" she exclaimed in an accented voice he had never actually heard her use. Mostly she just grunted and snarled when she was in character. "Sorry about the antlers. They are all grown back now with the rest of you though, so no hard feelings?"

He wasn't even sure what to say. Maybe it would have been in his rights to be mad. But he had signed up for this. Unknowingly. And he felt somehow fine. Even the soreness and bruising he'd endured was gone, his body all refreshed and relaxed as he dangled there in her friendly grip. Finally, he just chuckled, his cheeks blazing as he recalled how many people had just seen him put on that frightened performance.

"I don't even recognize you right now, Justine."

She set him down on his hooves and patted his shoulder. "Please. It's Axelle right now. We're not performing anymore!."

He tipped his head to the side. "That's your real name? Why didn't you just use that?"

She shrugged. "Didn't play, I suppose! Same reason I'm not really allowed to speak. Monsters aren't allowed to have accents."

Cherno chuckled. "You really are a monster. I was pretty sure I was dead."

That brought her to uproarious laughter. "You know, I wondered! You seemed pretty surprised by that whole thing. Goodness. And here I thought you were just a good actor. Never would have guessed it was method acting."

He blushed a bit, casting his gaze down. "Y-yeah. Guess that's my fault. I really didn't expect ... well, a lot of it."

"We only get away with these things once a year. Not a surprise you didn't know." She reached down and gave his ass a light pat. "I did not have any complaints."

"This was not how I expected to get your autograph, I admit. But, uh. I'm glad you enjoyed me."

"You were delicious, Cherno. Best living meal I've had. Tell you what." She squeezed him a little harder. "Let me get a shower and a change, and I'll take you out to dinner. My treat, of course. I'm not even done melting down your cute ass, but I bet I'll be peckish by the time we get out there."

That put a little smirk on his face. "What if someone sees us? Isn't that breaking the, uh, fiction of it all?"

"Then they'll see two friends having dinner! You eventually learn you can't keep up the illusion at all times. I think I'd go mad if I had to be that crazy bitch twenty-four-seven."

"Sounds fair to me." He nodded, then faintly chuckled. "You know, usually I try to have people buy me dinner before they fuck and eat me in front of several thousand people."

She took her hand from his backside and just walked her fingers up his spine, teasingly gnashing her teeth at him. "Who's to say I am not just biding my time until round two? Such a juicy booty like yours, and I hardly even got time to savour it before swallowing it down."

Then he was laughing. Maybe he was still a little rattled by the whole thing, especially the public part of it all, but seeing that tattooed, hulking monstrosity joking and flirting with him when there was some remnant of him still inside her belly was too endearing for him to be upset. He poked her in the gut.

"You're kind of shameless, aren't you? I like it."

"Cherno Silva, I pretend to be an insane monster who bodyslams people for a living. I would be loathe to take myself too seriously."

"Good point. Well, alright. But you'd better take me somewhere nice to make it up to me!"

She just put an arm around him, leading him along. "Well then. Let's go get wet before we head out. That might have been a retirement match, but I think you still have a big comeback in your future."

"Was that the joke I think you just made?"

"I'm going to cum on your back.."

"I thought so."

He might have already been well acquainted with Justine, but that was like a whole different person. In a way, he had only just met Axelle. Though he was already starting to get a pretty good idea of what she was all about. No sooner was he stepping into the shower room with her sweaty self, or getting dragged there really, and he found himself shoved up against the wall while the steaming water streamed down them both. That just made her glisten all the more. She was at least slightly gentler with him this time, cradling him, rubbing at him, stroking down his sides. Just as she was good at crushing him, she was surprisingly good at soothing him, rubbing over his muscles before just making her way to his thighs, then his ass. She simply couldn't get enough.

By the time the water was really steaming, he had to question just how clean the two of them were really getting. The wetness just enhanced her natural scent. Orcas were supposed to be wet after all. He felt his hooves leaving the floor as she pulled him even closer, burying herself beneath his tail until her balls were tapping on his once more. At least he wasn't all stretched out in a submission hold this time. And no one was laughing at him. It was just the two of them, with his slim and curvy body pressed up tight against her muscles, and her belly while she fucked him in the showers. She nibbled her way from one shoulder to another, rutting him and spanking him with her hips, pumping him until he bleated for her again.

The wrestling career of Cherno Silva was over before it started. A jobber to the final, gurgly end, just another victim for the rampaging beast and world super heavyweight champion that was Justine. But as for Axelle herself, the whale behind the whale so to speak, well she was just a new friend. Someone who couldn't get enough of his fine ass, who ravenously bred and pleasured him until he was cumming down the shower drain just to feel that flexible orca dick grinding so perfectly over his prostate. She filled his belly until it was just as round and noisy as her own, giving him a sloshing load of seed to heft around, ensuring he wasn't going to go hungry from then until they could get some dinner. He dangled in her clutches, he drooled and whined and wriggled. He could feel his own former self digesting right behind him, the workings of her stomach tingling against his back as she kept him close to her. He had to admit. He was pretty sure he was going to be a lifelong fan after this encounter. It was so much better than just an autograph.