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"No Holds Barred" (The Vore Arena: Part 1)

By Bianchi and Ralph Winston (Star123)

Ralph Winston stood in the arena entryway, the beefy dalmatian confidently bouncing on the balls of his feet and shadow boxing to keep himself loose as he awaited the rousing call to enter the ring and show the world what he was made of.

"Survive for 30 minutes," he reminded himself, "and you'll have enough cash to buy a mansion. Pin the bastard, and you'll be so legendary, they'll throw them at you."

The crowd above him went wild, the arena announcer's idle fluff and prattle nearly incoherent, save for the rousing call for Ralph himself.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I present to you, The Spotted Rover!"

Cocky and spry, Ralph bounded from the entryway, the mass of floodlights washing over him as thousands of screaming fans cheered, hollered, and howled his entrance to the ring. Ralph had spent years working his way up the jobber circuit. Every victory gaining him another rung on the ladder of fame and success in the minor wrestling federations...but this wasn't the minors anymore.

This was the NVA, the National Vore Arena, which hosted the most watched wrestling matches in the world. Its champions were legendary wrestlers of undying fame and adulation, with the mightiest felling half-a-dozen jobbers into their ass, balls, or belly in a single match. Almost no one ever survived 30 minutes against a champion in the NVA, and even fewer managed to pin one, but with 20 million dollars riding on the line, there was never a shortage of fodder eager to push their luck.

Fortunately for Ralph, he didn't need luck, he was the best. The money--along with the fame-- were as good as his.

Ralph slid into the ring with flair, a million-dollar smile on his face as he leaned against the turnbuckle. Cocky, grinning, and clad in nothing but a black jockstrap that displayed his magnificently sculpted bubble-butt, the dalmatian caught ear of a heckler.

"He's ass food for sure!"

Ralph turned, burning a hole in the drunk bastard in the stands spilling beer all over the bleachers.

"We'll see about that!" he barked, his retort drowned out by the announcement of his competitor.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, for the donkey that needs no introduction, I present to you, Big Bottom Bianchi!"

Thundering down the aisle to deafening applause, Bianchi smiled and flexed for his countless fans, the dozens of arena camera's paying heavy attention to the donkey's abundant, pear-shaped form, while the fans lining the entryway were struck by his rather robust musk.

Bianchi, as thunderous and attention grabbing as his thighs, hopped over the ropes into the ring, the crowd cheering as the mat beneath him shook and undulated just like the donkey's massive ass, the impact jarring the cocky dalmatian off the turnbuckle.

Ralph stumbled and gripped onto the ropes for balance, surprised by the force before gulping and tensing up his muscular physique. He stood up straight and narrowed his eyes, scanning over Bianchi's body in disbelief; the dalmatian couldn't believe how thick his thighs, ass, and hips were. The sight made The Spotted Rover blush.

The crowd's thunderous applause fed the donkey's monstrous ego almost as deeply as cocky jobbers and former arena champions fed his gargantuan ass. The Spotted Rover had been making the media rounds all week, the muscled-up pup a right braggart about how he would be the first to unseat the fabled "Big Bottom Bianchi" all by himself.

Bianchi sneered for the cameras and made dismissive noises on his own media tour, but the truth was, he loved swaggering, determined jobbers. Any champion can consume money-hungry fodder, but to bring low a creature with hope in his heart and a dream in his soul? Now that's the sort of thing that made his pucker quiver with anticipation.

The Bianchi was so excited for the match, that he came clad in his favorite attire; an oppressively tight pair of dolphin shorts emblazoned with the slogan "Welcome Home" on them. The letters were stretched comically wide across the donkey's massive ass, his hips and backside made so impossibly wide thanks to the countless "victories" he had packed away becoming the 3rd highest ranking champion of the NVA.

A day of pre-match benching and squats had left the champ drenched in sweat and musk, the fabric of his shorts clearly damp and musky. The oppressive smell wafted through the ring, catching Ralph's sensitive canine nose. The pungent scent tingled down Ralph's spine, right towards his plump shaft. It stirred against the fabric of his jockstrap, his thighs clenched together to assuage the excitement.

"What's the matter, Rover?" Bianchi bellowed. "Smell something you like?"

Walking forward until his meaty pecs mashed up against Bianchi's own, Ralph put paws to hip and bucked forward, attempting to shove the large donk back as he barked hotly into Bianchi's face.

"Tch, all I smell is your defeat! Get ready to lose, big ass!"

As the pup blustered into his face, Bianchi responded with a massive belch, his stomach a brewing, gassy storm thanks to the gallons of milky protein shakes he had downed after his afternoon workout.

Ralph retched, his wet nose wafting in Bianchi's tainted, foul breath. The stench clung to his nostrils and seeped into his strong lungs. He sputtered out a cough as his paw shot up to fan the smell from his face.

"Mmmgh, uuh! Damn, that's rank!"

As the pup fanned his muzzle in disgust, Bianchi gave a playful bump with his hip, the sheer mass of his voluptuousness knocking the dalmatian back a few steps.

"Don't worry, pup." Bianchi said with a laugh, bracing into his wrestling stance. "You'll be getting much more intimate with that smell soon."

The muscular dalmatian huffed and gave one last fanning wave before spreading this meaty thighs and arms out to get into position to lunge forward, his plump package low and jiggling from the motion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, vore enthusiasts, and general perverts; are you ready to see the rumble of the night!?" The announcer roared, the two fighters raring for battle.

The crowd rallied and cheered as the match bell rang out, the timer set to 30 minutes and ticking. "Then let's get ready to eat!"

With muscles coiled and tense, ralphed lunged to body check Bianchi and knock his huge ass right to the ground.

Bianchi braced for the impact as the dalmatian barreled down on him. The two bodies collided, the heavy, meaty thud like two slabs of beef slapping together as sweaty, oiled-up muscles compressed and flexed against one another

The pup had a lot of talk, Bianchi thought, tensing against the dalmatian impressive strength, but he sure had the fight to match! The two locked arms, the pup's impressive muscles twitching and tensing as they vied for control.

Like many jobbers with true potential, Ralph had the strength and the zeal, but lacked technique, giving the well-trained donkey his edge. With a twist and a dip, Bianchi set the dalmatian off balance, the once sneering pup surprised as he went tumbling into the donkey's ample grasp.

"You got a lot of spirit, little pup!" Bianchi said, his grip tightening around Ralph into a vise-like bearhug. "But spirit ain't gonna be enough to save you from being asschow tonight!"

Ralph fell into the vicious bearhug, his salivating maw huffing out a grunt of air from the incredible squeeze around his torso. With teeth gritting and eyes shut, the dalmatian flexed his thick arms and squirmed side-to-side, struggling to pry off the donkey's iron grip. The constant writhing slapped and smeared the wrestlers' plump packages together, allowing Bianchi to feel the outline of Ralph's throbbing shaft.

"C-crap, mmmrgh!"

The dalmatian wiggled his bubbly ass from one side to the other, the motion causing the plump mounds to wobble like fresh Jello. Ralph snorted and huffed with every clenching squeeze the donkey gave as his backside felt the crushing pressure. A sudden pop rang out, making it impossible for the jobber pup to resist moaning, his cheeks flaring red in response.

Bianchi wore a mile-wide smile as the situation dawned on him. The soaking jockstrap, throbbing member, flushed face, and flustered responses--the pup was actually getting off on this...

"Oh, this will be ALL too easy now" Bianchi thought, worried that the muscled-up pup would cause him to work too damn hard for a meal tonight. No need to exert all his muscle tonight, when the one between the pup's ears would do all the work for him.

"You're looking pretty pent up there, pup" Bianchi said, purposefully grinding his throbbing meat against the dalmatian's, his squirms intensifying as his secret was leaking out. "Maybe if I squeeze you even tighter..."

Ralph appeared flustered as the massive wrestler talked down to him. He continued his act of resisting by growling and rocking his beefy body left and right to contest against the crushing pressure, but as soon as Bianchi started to squeeze slower...tighter...Ralph could feel himself being overtaken by the pressure. The clinch sent tingles down his spine as inch-after-inch of his backside was forced to arch. Ralph's bubbly butt popped out as his head tilted back, the dalmatian moaning even louder as the hot air inside his lungs flushed out and pelted Bianchi's muzzle.

"Uuuuuuh, uuuuugh...f-fuck...n-n-n-no...it's n-not...t-t-that...I just...uuhhh...uuugh.

His words were intermingled with moans and groans as his thick, round ass clenched and forced his hips to buck and thump his fat, juicy package all along Bianchi's larger endowment. The constant grinding eased his jockstrap off and exposed the tip of his oozing, plump cock head. Ralph's eyes narrowed and stared up at the wrestler with a mix of pleasure and resistance as he jerked back and side-to-side.

"Such resistance!" Bianchi said with a laugh, feeling the dalmatian hump into his erection. "Now, now, why don't you be a good little puppy and tell daddy Bianchi just how badly you want to be crushed inside his ass, hmmm?"

Ralph bucked and jerked, flailing and light-headed as the pressure built in his back and his loins

"Such a fighter!" Bianchi said, pulling the dalmatian in even tighter. "Let's show these fine folks just how badly you want to be ass fodder."

"Nnrgh...mmmrgh...I c-can't g-g-give up...I-I...uuuh, uugh! God, y-yes....mmmph! Auugh!"

Ralph's inner self started to bud as the sensation took over and slipped his tough guy act right off the stage when he heard 'daddy', 'crushed', and 'ass'. Ralph attempted to gulp down fresh air as his lungs struggled to keep it inside. The constant moaning and groaning left him dry in the throat, so his soft lips parted and his muzzle panted hotly.

This gave Bianchi an opportune time to shove his fat, wet tongue down Ralph's moaning maw. The saliva-slick walls of the Dalmatian's throat undulated and caressed the tip and sides of the donkey's invasive tongue. Ralph's eyes rolled back in utter pleasure as a shiver of pure delight tingled his backside.

Ralph shuttered a soft howl as the grip increased and caused another bone to pop deliciously. His tongue jerked out and sloppily dragged along Bianchi's own as their gooey, pungent saliva drizzled into one another's maws. Ralph's soft lips puckered up and suckled over the donkey's own as if they had a mind of their own.

"Mmmm...mmmm....mmmph!"

Tensing his gargantuan, muscled ass to fully squeeze the dalmatian in his arms, Bianchi's overstrained shorts ripped in half, causing his massive erection to slap between the dalmatian's thighs. The force of the final squeeze milked a loud, whimpering moan from Ralph's muzzle into Bianchi's own as the intense crush pinned Ralph tightly against the donkey's hot, beefy body. The dalmatian bucked his hips frantically as Bianchi's large shaft press all over his own, the jockstrap holding his plump cock and balls toppling to the floor from the constant grinding of their turgid cocks.

Ralph howled out a quivering moan as rope-after-rope of gooey, rich semen spurt from his shaft and glazed over Bianchi's rock-hard shaft and musky crotch. The substantial amount of canine seed drooled onto the floor in a thick puddle as the dalmatian's muscular body sank limp and relaxed against the donkey's damp, sweaty chest.

The crowd howled with delight and laughter as they watched the writhing, bear-hugged dalmatian blow his massive load all over Bianchi; the arena cameras capturing and playing back the scene on the jumbotron again and again.

"Looks like something other than a bone popped on that last one!" chided the announcer, the crowd worked into a frenzy as they loudly pondered the dalmatian's true nature.

"Did you see him! He was practically begging for it!"

"No way! Bianchi just got lucky! All kinds of weird things happen when you get squeezed that tight!"

"Rover better pull out of this! I got $100 bucks riding on his fat, round ass!"

"Who gives a damn!? I just wanna see the bastard dragged into the donkey's bowels!"

Bianchi relaxed his grip as he felt the jobber go limp on his chest, the proud donkey feeling, if only for a second, like a father as his son rested gently on his damp chest

The muscular dalmatian was dazed, feeling light-headed as the cum flooding from his fat shaft drizzled down his beefy thighs and calves, pooling underneath the two wrestlers. Ralph released a long, soft groan as his head rocked side to side. He was unsure what had just happened-- though his sweaty, beefy body clearly did.

"Uuuhh...mmmmrgh....f-fuck..."

"Such a good boy," Bianchi said, running his hands through Ralph's headfur. "Cumming for daddy like that in front of all his fans."

The smaller wrestler blinked a few times, clearing his vision before his sky-blue eyes looked into Bianchi's with a mix of admiration and lust. Finding his bearings, Ralph lightly tugged his arms to pry out of Big Bottom Bianchi's embrace, but it was to no avail.

"But you've also been a naughty boy, making daddy have to milk it out of you like that. I think such disobedience deserves some punishment."

Bianchi gripped the dalmatian's head, pulling it back before letting loose a thick, sloppy belch into Ralph's sweat-drenched muzzle.

BRRRRUUUUARRRRPPPPP

The rancid flush of breath emitting from the donkey's maw blew back Ralph's fur and ears, the sudden sting of stink forcing his nostrils to wrinkle back.

"Augh, your breath s-s-stinks!"

Tilting his head back to catch fresh air, Ralph's muzzle was sent plunging right into Bianchi's pungent armpit. The dalmatian tried retracting and tugging back his head, but the donkey was too strong, and kept him pinned. Ralph's sensitive canine nostrils sucked in the stink of a real man, and every second he breathed it in, his knees grew weaker. The dalmatian stumbled about in the embrace, his nose becoming drenched in Bianchi's sweat.

"Mmmm, that's it, little guy. Struggle and stew in the musk of a superior creature."

Bianchi could feel the dalmatian's knees hobbling and quaking with every second spent sucking on his damp pit. The deep, muscled-crevice of Bianchi's underarm was like a bowl, holding in sweat and stink for his thirsty new pup, who seemed far too eager to lap it all up into his greedy little muzzle.

Ralph inhaled the masculine stink until he couldn't recall what fresh air smelled like. His black ears flopped down in a display of submission, and soon, Bianchi could feel a fat, wet tongue skating across the surface. The taste was salty and grimy, but it tingled the dalmatian's tongue and overloaded his senses. He couldn't stifle a soft whimper as he continued on with his slow, sensual drags.

"Mmm...mmmm...d-damn...I...I....can't get enough of this..." the dalmatian whispered as his nose sucked in another dose of donkey pit.

Ralph's ass swayed side-to-side and clench rhythmically, his shaft quickly hardening as his plump balls bounced to attention. Muscular arms settled within Bianchi's as Ralph leaned in and ground his muscular chest and pulsing groin against the donkey's wide hip.

Weak in the knees, lapping at his pits, and barely fighting off his hold; it would seem this pup was more than Bianchi could have hoped for. Strong, proud, and weak for the domination of his betters.

He was going to have so much fun with this one...

"Such a good boy," Bianchi said, nibbling the tip of the dalmatian's ear. "Get a nice, good taste. You'll want to savor this, because Its nothing compared to the stench brewing in my bowels."

"Grrggh, I w-won't lose to your big ass...I've got...some fight still...in m-me - w-whoa!"

With a rough turn, Bianchi tucked his arms under the Ralph's before spinning him around into a full Nelson, the dalmatian's thick, dribbling cock bared for all the world to see

Ralph's head tilted up and rocked back as the grip shoved him right up against Bianchi's warm, thick chest and plump, oozing shaft. He stumbled back and pressed his meaty, spotted ass right up against the donkey's musky crotch. Ralph's spotted cheeks spread open and wedged Bianchi's pulsing member between their damp, hot crevice, his moist pucker 'smooched' right at the tip, the sensation causing Ralph's hips to jerk and buck sporadically.

"Looks like the heat is building on the Spotted Rover!" The announcer shouted. "He's getting more than a little excited!"

The laughter and cheers brought a blush to Ralph's cheeks as the humiliation and lewdness mixed together for an arousing, anxious experience.

"Look at them cheer for me, puppy. They want to see me take you; they want to see you choke and buck under my disgusting ass."

"Mmmrgh, nnnrgh! W-we'll s-see about t-that!" Ralph barked before feeling a hump press the donkey's fat shaft right up against his pucker, a moan whimpering out as his cock bounced and flicked precum onto the wrestling ring floor

"What's that, puppy? Do you want daddy to take you? Do you want to feel your ass stretch before mine stretches over your pathetic existence forever?

heaving back, the giant donkey lifted the struggling dalmatian off the mat.

"Do you know what happens to tough meat, kiddo? It gets tenderized."

Ralph's thick legs kicked out as he was lifted effortlessly into the air before finding himself soaring face-down onto the ring. The dalmatian gulped, his eyes wide as the wrestling ring floor consumed his vision and a resounding BOOM filled the arena as he was lost underneath Big Bottom Bianchi's girth. Oxygen erupted out of the smashed canine's quivering maw, his fat tongue flopping out and hanging limp off the side of his lips

The crowd gasped, a split-second of silence before breaking into cheers and whistles, delighted to see the action return

"Oh! I think my grandmother felt that all the way in her grave!" The announcer wailed. "Rover can't be doing too good after that one!"

The muscular dalmatian's senses were knocked out as his potent lungs were wrenched dry of air from the pressure crushing down over him. Ralph's ass wobbled from the impact like fresh flan, the donkey's prodigious cock settling between the thick mounds as Ralph sank into the wrestling ring floor, groaning from the immense weight pressing down on him.

"Mmm" Bianchi purred, running his tongue across the dalmatian's cheek. "Tenderized AND salted. You really are some Grade-A donkey chow."

Ralph could hardly budge an inch, but he squirmed and clenched his thick ass to press what little fight he had in him. As the donkey's tongue rolled across his cheek, he groaned, tilting towards it as if being beckoned.

Taking advantage of the sweaty, oiled-up cheeks of his pup, Bianchi ground his shaft across the dalmatian's clenched pucker, the donkey's thick cock like an overstuffed bratwurst between a plump, jiggling bun.

Ralph's battered, sweaty body lay flat on the ground, budging little by little, unsure if he was in charge of his own movements as every buck, tug, and shift Bianchi performed brought his body along the way. Ralph's fighting spirit may have burned on, but his beaten muscles couldn't continue the fight with the immense weight baring down on his weakened form

"Mmmrgh, o-o-oh g-g-god, nnnmmmrrmm~"

Ralph weakly bucked, causing the donkey to chuckle.

The dalmatian was still proud, still feigning a fight. The champ knew how to break that...

"Feel that thick, pulsing length between your ripe cheeks, pup? Its gonna fill you till you pop, then keep on pumping."

The Bianchi's words drove Ralph's mind wild with lust and pleasure to the point where his precum excitedly oozed out and pooled underneath his beefy abs. His spine shivered in delight as the donkey's precum smeared and glazed over his backside and asscrack. Ralph started to twerk his cheeks, pressing them back and enveloping every inch of Bianchi's cock to ensure he could feel every throb against his sweaty ass crack.

Bianchi craned back, the full nelson pulling hard on the wriggling dalmatian as he was bent backwards like a bow. The process repeated, each full nelson extension causing the donkey to hotdog his thick cock between the dalmatian's fat, wobbling cheeks, his pre-cum pooling onto Ralph's back in excitement.

With Ralph's nostrils flaring for fresh air, Bianchi bowed his puppy back one last time, digging his round muscle gut deep into the pup's spine, the pressure causing a horrid, raging belch to gush from the donkey's maw onto the side of Ralph's muzzle. The rancid burp filled the dalmatian' nose, striking his lungs like a sack of musky jockstraps soaked to the brim in saliva. Ralph hacked and coughed as his eyes rolled back in utter disgust and arousal.

Bianchi felt the shudders pulsing through Ralph's body, his muscles no doubt giving out from exertion, and his mind caving to the abject pleasures of submission to a real wrestler that he could only dream of becoming.

The dalmatian settled into the warm, tight embrace of Bianchi's arms as they squeezed inward and pressed him up against his heavy body. Ralph spread his meaty thighs before arching them back so he could rub the tip of his toes and the smooth sides of his feet right against the donkey's bulging thighs and calves. As he did, he groaned out in a different tone, one not of resistance but rather, of yearning pleasure.

"That's a good little puppy," Bianchi cooed, wrapping his cum-soaked meal into a tight bearhug. "Now be a good little cocksleave and milk daddy dry."

"Y-y-y-yes daddy, anything for y-y-you, mmmrgh!"

It seemed Ralph's outer, combatant shell was cracked. He nudged his beefy arms inside Bianchi's own to feel the strength emitting from the donkey's body that easily kept his own in check. The heat building up from the smothering embrace ensured Ralph's muscular body pulsed and oozed sweat. The salty skin juices plastered the wrestlers' bodies together and steamed off the sides to fill the air with a dense, musky fog that even the nearby crowd smell. The scent was ripe and full of spine-tingling body musk.

Bianchi wiggled his massive hips, the crowd staring with rapt attention as the pear-shaped donkey lined up his cock with the whimpering dalmatian's hole.

"I'd tell you to relax, pup. But it's gonna hurt either way."

Bianchi drove his hips forward, pressing his thick cock against Ralph's winking, sweat-drenched pucker. Like a hydraulic piston, the pressure built, never ceasing as the dalmatian huffed and whined, the donkey's meaty pipe spreading his entrance impossibly wide.

Uuugh, uuhhhh~! God, it's t-t-tight d-daddy, it's so thick, mmmrgh!

With a squelching pop, Bianchi's thick mushroom head sunk into the Ralph's soft, wanting flesh, the canine howling out in pain and ecstasy. Ralph's beefy ass cheeks flexed and pressed together like two spotted moons contesting for space. The donkey's plump shaft felt the pressure crush inward before the undulating anal walls suckled and tugged on the tip of his bulbous head. It was inviting him in, and as such, Ralph tensed up and gasped out as inch-after-inch of raw dick pushed in and filled his ass to the brim.

Bianchi buried himself deep into the wanting puppy, the once proud jobber finally eager to accept his place.

"Gooood boy," Bianchi huffed, feeling his cock tugged and milked by the juicy innards of his pup. "I've wanted this sweet, fat ass for weeks."

The crowd cheered as the jumbotron lit up; the whole arena--and lord knows how many computer screens worldwide--awash with the image of Ralph's whimpering, mewling face as he was ruthlessly pumped full of the donkey's rock-hard cock.

"Uuuuh, d-daddy, uuuuugh! God yes! Mmmmrff!

Ralph released an orchestra of sounds as moans, groans, and howling whimpers erupted from his quivering, gaping maw. His fat tongue bounced off the side of his lips with every fervent thrust shoving thick, ripe dick deep into his tense, sweaty hole. His spotted cheeks wobbled with every firm slap of Bianchi's crotch smacking against his supple quarters.

The front row cleared out as the increasing musk of the two wrestlers washed over the crowd, the emptying seats quickly filled by slobbering, eager perverts; desperate to soak in the overwhelming man-stench as they pawed themselves under their clothes

"Look, pup," Bianchi said, his voice brusque and husky. "You've got yourself a fanclub. Too bad they don't deliver mail to my ass, otherwise you'd be able to read their love letters."

"Woah nelly, look at them go!" said the announcer, the crowd going wild at the sight of the two wrestlers 'duking' it out.

Ralph's hips shoved back to the rhythm of Bianchi's thrusts as inches dove in and out of his pulsing, heated hole. Ralph's head tilted back, then side-to-side as the sensation overwhelmed him and made his cheeks steamy red.

"All these people," Bianchi grunted into his pup's drooping, submissive ear, "so eager to see you cream-filled before choking inside my wretched bowels. Why don't we give them another show?"

Bianchi clenched Ralph hard and rolled onto his back, the dalmatian facing the ceiling as the donkey jammed his cock to the hilt, completely burying his length inside his puppy's abused guts.

The dalmatian's legs curled around the donkey's own so that every hard thrust was met with a meaty, squelching slap as his big ass descended and enveloped the entirety of Bianchi's cock.

Ralph laid back, his mouth shuttering and huffing out pants of pure delight as his eyes rolled about in a heated fuck-daze. One strong, final thrust bucked Ralph skyward before he crashed back down onto Bianchi's chest as the donkey blew his load deep into the canine's bowels. Ralph howled as the donkey's orgasm flooded his guts, the onslaught of Bianchi's thick, virile cum filling him to the brim and beyond. His bulging abs pushing out and rounding with every hot glob that piled into his stomach.

"Aroooooooooooooooooo~! Uuuuuugh! I-I-I'm c-c-c-coming daddy!"

The crushing pressure against his prostate caused Ralph's erect member to fire rope-after-rope of gooey, hot semen straight into the air. The thick seed rained down, splashing and dripping all over dalmatian's spent, weakened body.

Ralph blanked out for a second as ropes of warm, viscous semen spurt out of his plump, pulsing shaft and splashed over his musky groin, meaty thighs, and heavy ballsack. Each throb puked another fat glob of seed as the climax simmered down to a gurgling, bubbling drip. The dalmatian's muscular body relaxed and sagged on top of Bianchi, his beefy physique pressing down on the sweaty, musky donkey who continued to fill pump his ass full of rich semen.

"Uuuuh, uugh! Auugh! F-f-fuck, me, aroooo!"

Ralph's head turned to the side, and Bianchi could see that he was at a loss for breath. The dalmatian started to pant profusely, every little gasp of air he took was riddled with the tainted musk erupting from the donkey's hot, pulsing body.

Ralph lazily blinked to clear up his foggy vision, groggily recollecting where he was and what he was doing. The wave of pleasant pleasure and spine-tingling delight coursing through him ensured he was content and love-dazed by the huge donkey.

The crowd around the wrestlers jumped to their feet, their roaring cheers filling the arena once more at seeing the jobber pup fucked into utter submission.

"And there you have it folks!" The announcer shouted. "The Spotted Rover couldn't resist Big Bottom Bianchi's special fuck maneuver. Now, what will he do to escape the finishing move?"

"Such a good boy," Bianchi said, looking at his fuck-drunk puppy, tongue lolling out in submissive ecstasy. "Daddy is so proud of his little pup."

With a wet schlorp, Bianchi pulled his cock from the dalmatian's stretched, abused guts.

Like uncorking a bottle of champagne, Bianchi's thick cockhead popped from the dalmatian's pucker, the donkey's seed gushing hot, fresh, and musky from Ralph's bowels, pooling thick and heavy on the mat beneath them.

The crowd cheered, and another wave of fans packed the front seating area, lewdly inhaling the heavy, musky scent that could only come from a real man.

Bianchi gently laid Ralph on his back, the donkey smiling as he licked a dollop of the dalmatian's heavy seed from his cheek.

"Daddy may be proud, but he's also terribly hungry, and there's only one place left for you to go now."

Jumping to his sturdy hooves, Bianchi worked up the crowd, his massive, jiggling ass catching the lens of every camera and fan in the arena as he pumped his arms, soaking his ego in the adulation of the crowd.

Ralph whimpered softly as he watched Bianchi's imposing ass come into view. The massive cheeks wobbled like lard-filled balloons, and Ralph could occasionally see the ripe, moist pucker underneath the donkey's tail as it flicked left and right with excitement. Ralph's muscles tensed, but he had not fully recovered from the hard fucking that happened just a few minutes ago.

The time had come, and Ralph was helpless to prevent what was in store for him...

Bianchi stepped over the splayed dalmatian, his huge ass hanging so wide and deep it blotted out the ceiling lights from Ralph's vision. It may not have been the first eclipse the dalmatian had seen, but it was going to be his last.

Ralph's sky-blue eyes widened as that immense, voluptuous rump hovered above. The dalmatian's nose twitched as it caught hints of the sour, putrid world radiating between Bianchi's deep, sweaty asscrack. Even droplets of sweat that poured from it and splattered over Ralph's spotted skin carried a different kind of weight than normal sweat; it was as if every little bead off the donkey's bulging ass was a putrid bomb exploding over the surface of his skin. Ralph shivered and gulped, knowing full well where he was going.

"Looks like Bianchi has Rover on the ropes!" the announcer cried. "Is there any hope for our spotted challenger now!?"

The announcer called the action, but the snickers and laughs filling the booth could still be heard in the background. Even the arena employees wanted to see the pup turned into ass fodder, and who was Bianchi to deny his co-workers, let alone his fans, the pleasure?

Sinking deep into a squat, Bianchi's voluptuous form descended, wet and dripping towards the dalmatian's muzzle.

Ralph's paws weakly reached up and clasped over each humongous cheek to hold onto them and feel their wobbling girth. The dalmatian narrowed his eyes and grimaced away as it eased down over his groaning muzzle. Ralph desperately scanned over every inch of the donkey's two moons before settling onto that ripe pucker, the puffy donut vibrating evilly as it descended towards his muzzle.

"N-n-no, not like t-t-this, I can't l-l-lose like..."

Bianchi let out a groan, clutching his stomach as he paused his descent.

"Hnnnggg, God damn Protein shakes. Knew I shouldn't have chugged so many gallons of them earlier..."

Bianchi buckled over, his fat, pulsing donut dripping stink-sweat onto the spotted rover before finally blowing open and spraying the dalmatian with a horrid, billowing fart that threatened to sing his nose hairs clean off as it blasted his muzzle with fermented bowel stink

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The hot flush of rancid gas glazed Ralph's muzzle, neck, and upper body in a pungent heat of raw stink. His eyes watered as his nostrils crinkled and flared from the scent. Ralph could have sworn he heard glass shattering as his lungs and nostrils were flooded with the hellish scent of the donkey's ass.

Bianchi's tongue lolled out as he felt the sweet release of the fart drain his garbage-infested bowels, the painful pressure in guts feeling a tiny bit of relief.

"Ohhh gods. Fuck that feels goooood"

The dalmatian's paws fervently and frantically smacked and groped over Bianchi's huge, sweaty cheeks, struggling from the overwhelming presence of its powerful gas. The dalmatian's head jerked away, desperately trying to find some pocket of relief from the torture, but alas, there was none to be had, as the ring itself was tainted by the horrid stench of Bianchi's disgusting bowels.

"Augh, ack! Please, have m-mercy d-d-daddy! Nnnrgh! Uuugh, it stinks so b-bad!"

As vain as the donkey was about his entire physique, career, and demeanor, there was little he loved more than his own ass. An object of worship and adoration in equal measure to destruction and terror, his backside was a thing to be feared and respected, and as the gas sputtering from his pucker tapered off, his true lust was triggered, and he would not be denied.

"How's it feel sucking on my farts, pup!" he barked, his cock standing to attention once again. "Nauseous? Sick? Feel like passing out from the packed in stench coming from my hellhole? Open wide, my little fart slut, because daddy has only just gotten started."

Bianchi rocked back, dropping his entire weight onto Ralph. With a heavy thud and a sickening squelch, the spotted rover was wedged deep into the donkeys festering crack, his vision dark and his surroundings humid as a jungle landfill.

Ralph's feet frantically kicked and slid along the mat as his hips bucked. Even as the stink riddled Ralph's lungs and brain with a nauseating experience, Bianchi could see that the canine's plump shaft was hardening and standing to attention against his swollen, sweaty balls.

Every little breath was a struggle for the whimpering pup as the donkey's cheeks smothered him out of sight. Ralph cried out, his muffled shouts doing little, save for rumbling the massive cheeks as weakly as his pathetic slaps and squirms did.

Ralph's heated struggles could be felt bouncing and jerking little by little underneath the wave of pure, nasty ass crashing down over him. His eyes couldn't see a thing past the rank darkness smothering his muzzle. The sweat-soaked walls clenched and gripped his head like a huge pair of meaty hands tugging his muzzle close to the 'burping' maw of that ass. The dalmatian's eyes twitched and teared up from the stink wafting and mixing with the acrid sweat-grease that stained Bianchi's deep crack.

"Mmmmm, that's a good pup," Bianchi moaned, grinding his slick, sweaty ass over the whimpering dalmatian's muzzle. "Struggle for daddy."

"Please...someone...anyone...get me out of here!" Ralph thought as his fervent bucks and jerks were no match for the oppressive weight of the donkey's eclipsing ass.

Bianchi winced hard, feeling his guts twist into knots once again. With one paw massaging his torrential belly, Bianchi reached out and wrapped a paw around the dalmatian's thick, twitching member. Rocking his hips like he was riding the world's largest, whimpering dildo, Bianchi ground hard on Ralph's muzzle while he eagerly jacked off his pup.

"Mmmm, this next one's gonna flush out a stench that's been lodged in my upper colon for months, pup." Bianchi said, aware that the Spotted Rover couldn't hear anything beneath the layers of boundless blubber that sealed him into his stink pit. "Gotta make sure you don't completely pass out with his one. Daddy doesn't like to eat limp meals."

Bianchi lurched forward and took the dalmatian's cock into his muzzle, eagerly sucking on Ralph's pulsing shaft to keep him conscious.

Ralph gasped as he felt something wet and slimy envelop his shaft. The sensation was pure pleasure, deftly mixed with the disgusting experience of being trapped in pure, rank ass.

"o-o-o-oooooh, uuuuuuuh!" Ralph huffed out as the warm, moist air washed deep between the steamy skin clutching his muzzle. He could barely breathe, and any little air that was allowed was nose-numbingly nasty...beyond anything he had ever experienced, or so he thought, as he felt the donkey's cheeks rumble.

Out of instinct, Ralph writhed hard, a pathetic whimper finding its way from his coughing maw. Before Ralph knew it, his entire upper half was utterly blasted with the horrendous stench brewing deep inside Bianchi's bowels.

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The stench was so rancid, Ralph felt like he was trapped in a nightmarish dream, unable to wake up. His vision went foggy and his mind melted into a vat of submissive disgust and pleasure. His skin tingled from the sizzling fart as it stained his once pearly white fur a putrid shade of green, the pure grime of the fart staining the very fibers of the dalmatian's fur. Ralph's hips bucked frantically, his shaft pressing along the roof of Bianchi's mouth as his eyes fluttered and his senses faded out.

Bianchi's lips slurped up and down the canine's dripping shaft, delighting at the taste as he felt the last of the pressure squeeze from his guts, his bowels finally emptying...and eager to be filled once again.

Ralph couldn't tell heads or tails of where he was, what he did, or why he was there. He was loopy, his head completely subsumed by the erupting stink flooding his lungs and cracking his mind. The putrid stench was otherworldly; it was as if someone took all the dirty jockstraps in the world and put them inside a small container that sat out in the hot sun for years stewing underneath its heat. It was that disgustingly ripe aroma that Ralph's nostrils were forever tortured by as he inhaled again and again to stay alive.

"Holy fuck, that felt great!" Bianchi bellowed as he sat upright, the highest sections of the arena breaking into cough and cheers as paramedics wheeled the front row out on gurneys, the medical teams giving the "thumbs up" that everyone was OK, though nothing would smell the same for those poor bastards ever again.

"Uuh....uuhh...ack...augh...ug-ugh..."

Words were mangled as Ralph's mind started shutting down, unable to process what just happened. The dalmatian's spotted skin sizzled and steamed with the pungent stank of a real man, and no amount of cleaner would ever remove it.

"Well, hot dang, folks!" the announcer shouted into the mic. "We may have to get a hazmat team in here after that one!"

With grunting effort, Bianchi broke the seal between his fat, pliable ass and the mat, his fur pulling free with a sickeningly wet, sloppy squelch as the layer of stink had almost fused his ass to the mat. Once that huge ass peeled off of Ralph, he clung to it for a few seconds as the sweat and gas created a vile paste that glued him to it. Bianchi shook his huge ass, causing the dalmatian to tumble out of his crack and plop onto the floor with a wet, meaty SPLAT.

Ralph's entire body steamed with a funk that made year old garbage smell like roses. His eyes rolled back and around, his tongue hanging off the side as the little whimpering pants he gave struck his lungs with heavy, burning pulses.

Standing to admire his work, the donkey--and the crowd--couldn't help but laugh. No more than 20 minutes ago, The Spotted Rover was a cocky, swaggering little upstart, eager to knock Big Booty Bianchi out of position in the pantheon, and now look at him. A sputtering, shameful, fart-stained mess of a jobber; dick throbbing from defeat, even as he painfully moaned from all the oppressive stink still filling his lungs.

Grabbing Ralph by the leg, Bianchi dragged the dalmatian to the other end of the ring, Ralph's fur leaving a slimy, snail-like trail of stink as he was pulled across the mat.

"Have the people decided?" Bianchi shouted to the audience through a lowered microphone.

Like the Roman colosseum of old, the fate of the loser was decided by the crowd; and like its progenitor, the crowd at the NVA could never pass up a delicious execution.

The arena broke into rapt, bloodthirsty cheers, and with the passion of a vengeful mob, the crowd chanted in unison

"EAT! EAT! EAT! EAT!"

Whimpering and weakly digging into the mat with filth-stained paws, Ralph's legs were drawn together, his pulse rising as he felt his toes and calves sink into the soft, supple flesh of Bianchi's anus.

"Sorry, pup." Bianchi said, his eyes betraying a hint of sullen sadness. "But the crowd has decided. Your ass chow now, and my guts aren't gonna go easy on a delicious piece of meat like you."

With both hands spreading his whalish ass apart, Bianchi sucked and slurped up the dalmatian's legs, eagerly sinking them into the warm, supple flesh of his greasy bowels. Huffs and grunts escaped his muzzle as he felt Ralph cram inside him, his ass begging--demanding--to be filled with the luscious meat of such a fine victory.

No amount of weak clawing or crying out would save the fatigued dalmatian as inch-after-inch of his beefy, stink-infused body slid deep into the tight confines of Bianchi's sweaty hole. He felt the slick anal walls hungrily compress and suckle him in like a lollipop inside a ravenous maw. His paws slapped at the ground and raked it before smacking over those massive, luscious cheeks.

"Hnnrgh! N-n-n-no! Not like this! Daddy! Not inside your awful ass! Noooo!"

The sounds of the crowd fell away as Bianchi dropped to all fours, focusing on the pure pleasure of his pup sliding deeper into his bowels. Squelches filled both fur's ears as the dalmatian's meaty, muscular body slipped deeper into the stink-coated anus, ever closer to the crushing depths of his guts where the real victory would be had.

While usually one to savor his meals, the burning hunger from an entire evening of domination, mixed with the dalmatian weakly fidgeting against his prostate, drove the donkey mad with lust, his ass rudely slurping up the dalmatian like a flopping noodle until only his head was left outside his plump anus.

With Ralph's cheeks comically scrunching up as the fat, heavy asscheeks pressed him on both sides, Bianchi dropped his head and raised his ass up, giving the auditorium, the cameras, and all the viewers at home an unadulterated look of the last the world would ever see of Ralph Winston, The Spotted Rover.

"Got any last words, pup?" Bianchi asked, his rank donut quivering in anticipation to lock Ralph deep into its squalid, crushing depths.

"I g-g-give d-daddy! I give! You win! Please, let me o-o-out!"

Ralph released a soft whimper as his throbbing cock, packed away nicely against a greasy anal wall, spurt out rope-after-rope of his gooey, warm semen.

"It's too late for begging now, pup," Bianchi said, his voice purposefully raised loud enough for the floor mics to catch his voice. "Enjoy your new home, it's been dying to have you move in."

With one final clench, the donkey's anus wormed its way over the dalmatian's begging muzzle before slurping shut and locking him away from the world.

The crowed broke into a deafening roar as Bianchi shuddered and "swallowed" his pup deeper into his bowels, his cock hard and throbbing as his gut sagged to the ground with hundreds of pounds of delicious, well-tenderized canine meat.

"Yessss, that's it pup," he cooed loudly to his belly, feeling Ralph buck and fight as he clenched his guts around him. "Keep on fighting, daddy needs to blow one last load before he snuffs you out."

Ralph's world was dark, rancid, tight, and sweltering. It was like being wrapped up in a latex suit and crammed into a steamy sauna that was fogged with pungent, meaty farts. The slick walls undulated and tugged him deeper, tighter, closer to the core of Bianchi's bowels. The dalmatian's eyes closed as he huffed, groaned, and moaned out in utter, helpless submission as the donkey's fowl ass claimed him once and for all.

Clench after powerful clench rocked Bianchi's bowels, he could practically feel every curve and muscle of his pup as his bowels wrapped around the canine like a glove, crushing the breath, fight, and life right out of him.

"Come on, puppy," Bianchi bellowed towards the mics that lowered ever closer to him, his paw furiously jacking his meaty, dripping cock. "Give one, last, mewling whimper for daddy. I'll even blow it out my ass so the world can hear you last, pathetic cry for mercy."

The dalmatian grit his teeth and jerked about weakly, his meager thrusts doing nothing to help him escape. Rather, it only helped to stimulate his daddy's bowels. Ralph's breathing started to dull as exhaustion took over. His eyes faded and his mouth was left panting and soaking in the hot farts wafting around him. His tongue hung off the side of his muzzle as his world was full of hot, wet squelches and rumbling gurgles. His shaft spat another hot glob of semen to signal his defeat.

"Uuhh....mmm....mmroo....."

Feeling his pup go weak, Bianchi rolled onto his back, hiking one leg high as he scrunched up to his belly. His pucker winked, unbeknownst to the crowd or cameras, pulling in gobs of fresh air to keep the pup conscious.

"Seriously now, pup." Bianchi said in a hushed voice so as not to be overheard by the prying microphones. "Take a DEEP breath. Daddy's gonna get you outta this one, he promises."

Bianchi cleared his throat, realizing he was idle for too long.

"Uhh, ahem. I said, say hello to the janitor when he unclogs you from my toilet, Rover!"

No sooner had the donkey spoke than he let loose a massive, ring shaking fart, his second orgasm stronger than the first as he painted the ring with his seed and swampy flatulence.

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Pumping his bowels and cock dry, Bianchi went limp on the mat, his mewling pucker, unseen under his massive, folded cheeks, still dragging in fresh air for the pup crammed within.

Ralph's nostrils flared and sucked in the 'fresh air' pouring into his daddy's hole. Though it may have been fresh to start with, it ended up reeking like pure, ripe ass. Even so, the dalmatian hungrily sucked it in as his unconscious form weakly squirmed, still alive. Ralph was out of it, knocked out deep inside his daddy's putrid bowels as they eagerly tugged and clenched him, chewing on his form but not digesting him.

The announcers wailed and fans stormed the stage with plugged nostrils, eager to the shake the hand and the massive, sagging belly of the champ as the gasmask-clad official foisted the donkey's arm skyward to declare him the victor for the night.

Bianchi would have normally stayed and reveled in his victory, giving a rousing post-match interview as his pathetic challenger turned to thick, soupy chyme live on camera, but he--and his bowels--had more pressing matters to secretly attend to.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Bianchi said, shaking hands and effortlessly pressing smaller furs out of the way. With his gate wide and lumbering like a donkey 8 month pregnant, Bianchi tried to "casually" make his way to his locker room, until he felt a set of sharp, steely claws grab his attention.

"An amazing show, my boy!" came the voice of Bianchi's cigar-chomping boss, Rat McMann, the owner and proprietor of the NVA. Bianchi turned, forcing a smile as he surreptitiously pulled more air into his bowels.

"That was really something special out there!" the rat said, sidling up and leaning his short, but incredibly stout form against Bianchi's massive hip. "That whole daddy and son thing you had going on with that spotted bastard was top class! Hell, even I believed it for a moment! Almost thought you weren't going to do that sucker in until the very end!"

Bianchi grimaced, feeling his pup start to weakly kick in his bowels. If he stood around any longer, someone was bound to notice that his lower gut wasn't housing dead meat, and the rules were clear. 2 furs go in, but only 1 comes out alive.

"Hmmm," the rat said, feeling the donkey's gut wobble beside him. "Is he still kicking in there?"

Bianchi grit his teeth, letting out a spurt of rancid, sputtering gas that caused the crowd around him to disperse and McMann to let out a chuckle as he fanned himself.

"Dang, kid. Something certainly died up there!"

"Sorry, boss. Just breaking him down real fast. I really need, to take a shit."

"Well, get that sexy ass of yours into the bathroom boy. We'll talk about your upcoming match tomorrow, once you've had a chance to dispose of our little Spotted Rover properly."

Bianchi hobbled to the locker rooms as fast as his hooves would carry him, hoping his fart hadn't wrenched too much air away from the pup crammed deep in his bowels. Locking the door to his private shower behind him, Bianchi hustled into the tiled room, squatting and grunting as fart after disgusting fart roared out and fogged up the room until something solid blocked up his pipes.

"Come...on...pup," Bianchi said, grunting like he was taking the biggest shit of his life. "Help daddy out here..."

With an immense pressure clenching around him, Ralph moaned as the donkey's squeezing guts popped his bones like an expert chiropractor. The walls shoved him out little by little until his groaning, fart-fogged head breached Bianchi's plump, quivering pucker.

With a pained and moaning grunt, the jobber was squeezed out of Bianchi's thick donut. Spilling into the room with a heavy gasp. Ralph curled onto the floor like a newborn, covered head to toe in slimy, stink-infused afterbirth, the smell permanently marking the dalmatian to forever remind the pup who he belonged too.

"Uuhh...w-where am I? D-daddy?"

Bianchi turned on the shower before plopping down on his massive rear and cradling Ralph in his arms, the water fruitlessly attempting to wash away the gunk as it muffled the donkey's conversation from any potential eavesdroppers at the door.

"How are you, my precious pup? Sorry if I had you going back there! The rules say I need to digest you, but I...I just couldn't do it. Not after the way you submitted and gave in to me...the way you called for your daddy. How could I not do something to save my precious canine?"

Ralph came to with blinking eyes, coughing and groaning for a few seconds before a warm smile crept across his face. The dalmatian raised a weak paw to caress his daddy's cheek before leaning in and swiping his tongue across the donkey's lips.

"I'm fine, daddy, thanks to you. Damn, you did a number on me...I can't remember what fresh air smells like...and the squeeze inside your ass...god...that was amazing. You're the best daddy that any pupper could ever ask for, you know that?"

Bianchi held Ralph tight, feeling the perk come back to his pup's ears.

Ralph cuddled close to his daddy and snuggled tight to his beefy pecs. He blinked a few times and cleared up his vision, nodding and smiling wide, his strength slowly, but surely, returning

That's a good boy," Bianchi said, feeling his pup revitalize. "Gotta make sure we get your strength back! There's no way you can ever show your face in the ring as The Spotted Rover again, but daddy has a plan..."

Bianchi paused, giving his pup a quick kiss on the cheek before continuing.

"The Tonderson Twins are the reigning champions of the arena, and they have openly challenged me to a match. I can't be the reigning champ until they are unseated, but I can't do it alone, and I've never had a partner I could trust...until now."

Bianchi watched as Ralph lit up like Time Square, the pup overjoyed to be helping his daddy in any way.

"We'll get you a mask, a new ring name, and plenty of training, but make no mistake; it's gonna be rough. If you think I stink, you clearly haven't met the Tondersons. What do you say, pup? Will you help daddy take the title?"

The dalmatian's tail was wagging so fast, it could have rubbed the tile clean off the floor.

"Let's do it daddy...let's take down the Tondersons!"

Bianchi smiled with pride.

"That's my boy..."

-To Be Continued...