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The hyena was a proud, skillful sexfighter. He'd been in more than a few matches, and he usually won. A few defeats, but they were rare. He'd dedicated himself to it, now, setting up his fights live for anyone who wanted to see. The door of his home was open and unlocked right now, it would allow his opponent to come in and get right to the match. There would be no need to deal with the formalities of a match, of an arena or anything of the sort. He glanced to the computer and saw the viewing numbers rising at another broadcast to the sexual streaming sight. He had plenty of fans who were clamoring to watch, who loved the sight of him crushing opponent after opponent, right here in front of all of them. He intended not to disappoint.

He bent over, adjusting the camera that faced the door, watching the live feed over on his monitor.

"Ladies and gentlemen - And I'd say boys and girls but you have to be over 18 to access this channel, I hope you're all ready for this. I've just found a delicious morsel of an opponent on the sexfighting app, she calls herself "Succubus Vivienne," and according to the pictures on her profile, she looks gorgeous," he leaned in, and added in an almost conspiratorial tone, "But I think we all know she'll look even more gorgeous with her face covered in her tears and my cum," he chuckled at his comment, before stepping back and admiring his body on the monitor.

This camera was static, but there were plenty of others around the room and the house, in order to catch all the action that would go down. He flexed his muscles to let the people get a good look. Every inch of his body was covered in them, an impressive sight of power that would intimidate all but the best wrestlers and fighters in the world. That was what he wanted, though. He would rather scare off an opponent than have a boring fight. He got off on crushing powerful women and men... Weak bitches did nothing for him.

As he watched himself in the monitor, he saw the camera feed of the door opening before he saw it happen himself, and the beautiful woman stepped through. She carried herself with the grace of a supermodel or old Hollywood starlet, her legs were long, like those of a dancer. She had a fair amount of mass to her body, muscle, but you wouldn't think so just watching her move, as she slipped in and closed the door behind her. The hyena grinned, and turned around, letting the people savor the image of her reaction to seeing his massive cock for the first time.

Usually, the reaction to seeing such a stud was shock, or something of the sort, but not from this woman. She licked her lips hungrily, and then her eyes strayed up to meet his. "I hope you weren't waiting too long." She said, in a low, sultry voice, "A man in the subway tried to pick me up. He asked if he said I had a nice body if I'd hold it against him. I did~" She chuckled, "I'm sure they'll find his by the morning. And yours~"

It wasn't unusual dirty talk, threatening worse than you were going to do, but there was something to her tone that made him wonder if she might have meant it more than most. She just gave a businesslike smile, "I feel a little overdressed... Let's see if I can fix that~" She laughed and began to strip down.

Her pictures had made her look gorgeous, but her pictures didn't even begin to do her justice. Even the way she moved didn't do her justice, she was a vision of pure, amazonian might and beauty. Stripping off her top revealed a pair of gorgeous breasts that swayed to an almost inhuman degree, and he had to marvel that they could be so full despite her muscle. Then she removed her wrap skirt, casually tossing it to the side, and he was blown away. Her deceptively graceful legs still seemed to bulge with power as she moved, subtle but incredible, and all leading up to the cunt that nestled between her legs, dripping and wet, dark and tight, with inner muscles clearly visible. Her comment about his death may not be true, but the comment about having been spending time with a man earlier certainly was, as her pussy drooled cum like a beast after a meal, and his own shaft began to swell just looking at her. She raised her hands into a wrestling position "Shall we begin?"

"And dispense with the foreplay? I thought you'd want to have SOME fun before I destroy you~" The hyena asked, his own hips swaying a little as he stepped up, but he did raise his hands like a wrestler, and the pair began to circle. Far from being a distraction, the dirty talk at the start of a sexfight was key to feeling out just who your opponent was. They said in baseball that 90% of the game is half mental. In sexfighting, it's all mental, and gorgeous as she was, a keen and intuitive skill at getting into someone's head coming from a plain or even ugly woman would blow this woman out of the water if she had beauty but not brains. Unfortunately for the hyena, she had both.

"Oh, I don't mind... I just don't want you to make a mess before the match even begins. That tends to happen to amateurs who get too close to me. Your viewers wouldn't want to see you cream without being touched, would they?"

The comment made his cock stir, as he continued circling her, looking for a moment of weakness. "Amateurs? So you're afraid of a real fight?" He asked, "Why are you wasting your time on anything less than the best~?"

She gave what sounded like a heavy sigh, but one tinged with eroticism, the sound of the wind slowly dancing over a beach full of young lovers, "I don't seek out amateurs to fight, hyena, they just won't leave me alone." She looked up at him, a fang glinted in the light and her lips pulled back in a predatory smile, "Or did you forget you messaged me first?"

The hyena didn't have a comeback to that, she could see it got to him.

He wasn't used to a woman being able to get the better of him in the little pre-match taunting fest, but she had done it, and they both knew that meant that he was starting this match off on the wrong foot. Still, it wasn't the first time it had ever happened, either, and it may have been a disadvantage but it wasn't a death sentence for the fight, so to speak. He glared as she cocked a small grin at him stepping forward and offering to lock up with her, effectively surrendering the psychological pre-match portion to begin the match proper.

She took his hands, and they locked up, bodies pressed together. It was easy to forget, with how gracefully she moved, just how much muscle was packed into this woman's body. He planted his foot behind him, trying to push forward, muscles bulging and straining against hers, hoping to force her back. It got him his head pushed up to her, his pecs pressed to her beautiful breasts, and just a hint of a grunt of exertion, but nothing that implied true struggle holding him at bay. More just that she was enjoying the feeling of having a strong man pressed up against her. He could only hope she would enjoy the feeling of a big man crushing her with his weight and powerful even more. Not that that was exactly in the air. They all did, in the end. It was just a matter of whether the tears came when they broke and started loving it, or when he pulled off, shot his cum on their faces, and left them physically, psychologically, and sexually shattered on the ground, knowing they'd never have a match like that again.

He grunted and pushed harder, leaning his weight more against the muscular vixen. She was a powerful woman, she had to be to stop him from simply overwhelming her with his power like he had so many other women, but he simply wasn't managing to. Instead, her muscles bulged back, flexed out and met him strength for strength. He was, quite simply, not a match for her power, since with all his might she still seemed barely strained. In fact, not only did she not have to pant from the exertion like he was beginning to, but instead, she leaned up, and he felt her slowly drag her tongue up his cheek, an affectionate, erotic, but condescending mistreatment of the powerful man. He growled, braced his foot, and gave one last shove...

And gasped as he seemed to be shoving into the air. She released her grip on his hands, brought one arm around his chest, bent, and jutted her hip to the side. In an instant, he was airborne, tumbling head over heels over the woman's body, over her back and landing on his tail. He grunted as he was brought down hard in a sitting position, but she gave him no chance to recover from the drop, as he quickly felt an arm wrap around his neck, the woman dragging him into a chokehold from behind, the crook of her arm around his neck and pulling back, stopping his breath, choking him on the mat like he was some rookie fighter and not a powerful warrior, making him cough and gag as he fought for breath against her arm.

"Mmmm, as I said, amateurs never leave me alone," she nuzzled up against his neck, almost lovingly as she continued her wicked choke with the other arm, the mix of dominant control and faux-affection, adding more sexual and psychological domination to the clear sexual control she was exerting over the hyena, "That's why I have to teach them a lesson." She laughed, holding his head to her chest, an almost comfortable feeling of being pressed to the pillows of her tits, "Are you learning, little hyena?"

"L-learning... Y-you're... M-making... A mistake..." The trapped man growled out an empty threat, barely getting the words out from her grip on his throat. It's not easy to breathe when a massive vixen woman is crushing the life out of you.

She laughed at his response, "Oh, am I?" She purred, "Hold not tight enough~? Here... Let me fix that~" She laughed, and yanked her arm tighter around his neck, stopping his breath entirely. There was no rule against a knockout in a fuckfight, it may have been unsporting, but it was hardly unheard of, and there was no better way to render an opponent helpless than by knocking them clean out, positioning them how you like, and fucking them to destruction when they awoke. He knew he was good, but she was no rookie, and he couldn't allow her that type of advantage. If she had the chance to position his body as she liked, there would be little he could do against her might.

He pulled at her arm, putting all of his force - All the force he could muster with his breath stopped and throat half-crushed, anyway - Into trying to peel her iron-hard arms from his neck. It barely worked, returning him only to as much breath as he'd had before, but at least that was enough to allow him to choke out a few more words as he tried to fight his way to his feet.

"I-I'll... F-fuck... W-wreck... You..." He coughed out, pulling on her arm to allow himself as much strength as he could as he found his way to his knees, shaking as he could plant one foot on the ground, trying to find purchase for the other to make his way back to his feet. Despite the might of the woman he was matched up against, he was making progress on his way up.

"Poor boy," Her voice was sweet and musical as ever, and she gave a brief kiss to his cheek, "You wouldn't survive me~"

Despite his head being buried against her full breasts, he found the purchase he was looking for, his head swimming, but standing up, he could bring a little more pull to her arms, starting to peel them off his throat.

"W-wanna... Bet..." He grunted, all he had to do was get her off and throw her forward, he could get back to what he was doing.

"Bet your life~?" She laughed, and he felt her tongue slowly drag up the back of his neck, making him shudder as he began to feel like her prey. "My poor boy... You already have~"

With that comment, he felt the weight on his back increase, as she wrapped her legs around his body, and leaned back. It was too sudden for him to fight back against, and he collapsed onto his back, with her body beneath his, her breasts on his back, his chest heaving. She wasn't choking him, not completely, not anymore, she was holding him tight, though... Too tight to get all the strength into his body, too tight to do anything, really, except stare down at her feet as they closed in on his cock... The arches of her feet wrapped around his powerful shaft, pressing in tight on it, squeezing close to the flesh. He whimpered at the sensation, the pressure... And then whimpered louder as he felt her begin her footjob attack, her feet bouncing up and down, over and over along his cock.

Normally, a footjob would hardly affect him. He was a powerful man, after all, and experienced in sexual combat and grappling. He would have laughed it off, but there was something about her... The softness of her fur, the velvety feel, combined with the pressure of her feet on his shaft, and her heat... Oh god her heat, her blood must have been molten lava for her to be so much hotter than him physically... And he was beginning to fear sexually, too, as he felt an orgasm growing faster than he could even comprehend. He barely had time to register that he was being affected by the attack before he saw pre-cum spurting into the air from his cock.

"Not having trouble, are you~?"

The hyena could barely hear the question, and the brief second of time it took him to process it into an answer was too long for his cock to stand.

"I'm... AHHHHHHHH~!" He moaned out, the brief second it took to think about an answer was too much time spent away from the effort of suppressing the growing pressure in his shaft, his answer was interrupted by a cry of orgasm, followed swiftly by a gagging sound as his cum splattered into his own mouth, and he felt the salty, creamy seed drip down his tongue. "GAHHHKK~!" He choked out, his whole body shaking, both in orgasm and from the coughing, trying to spit out his own seed.

"GLLKRKKKK!" he choked more, and his body struggling, as he felt her arm pull tighter on his throat. He could barely control his body at all, there was no chance that he'd be able to pull that arm off of him even if he could get a grip. Her feet continued to rocket up and down his shaft, bouncing down to the base, heels bouncing off his balls. She had released the choke but only for a moment, and now it was tighter than ever. He shook, his eyes rolled back, and he tried to turn his head to the side got just far enough to see the sadistic smile on her lips before she yanked him closer to her body, choking him with the force of a hydraulic press.

"Poor, weak boy~" She teased, as she held him closer. He saw stars flashing in front of his eyes as his lungs fought for oxygen and his neurons flickered, starving for sustenance.

"So helpless... So powerless... Fighting for survival... You know this is a sexfight, but your instincts will be overruling that. You think you're going to die in my arms... Choked to death, don't you~?" She laughed. She was right. He couldn't get out of her grip, and he needed to. The idea that this wasn't the end could barely be processed, he was flailing instinctually for any grip, anything he could do to get out of her hold.

"Yes... You think you're going to die here... But you won't. Don't worry... I wouldn't choke you to death." If he could have breathed here, it would have been a sigh of relief, but the iron muscles of her arm ensured that wouldn't happen. And that breath would have been cut off when she yanked her arms tighter a second after, just like the relief and hope was dashed with the comment she made after.

"Oh, I'm going to kill you..." She continued, as his arms scrambled for purchase against hers, but found nothing, like he was trying to claw up granite or marble, "Just not like this~"

He didn't understand the comment... At least at first, but her feet pushed tight on his cock once more, and gave him all the explanation he needed. Despite his fear, he felt his shaft stiffening for her more, another orgasm starting to build as her feet assaulted his shaft.

He couldn't keep his eyes down enough to watch her feet and his cock anymore, and they rolled back. The black was coming in on the edges of his vision too heavily, he was losing sensation in his body... But unfortunately for him, not in his cock. As neurons died in his brain, this began to feel almost normal, the lack of oxygen was less a cause for horror and panic, and more like he was floating in a dark void, his body shaking. The only things he could feel were the overwhelming pressure on his throat, his arms no longer even able to try to stop it, and those feet rolling up and down his shaft, over and over, squeezing tight and making his orgasm grow closer and closer by the second. He couldn't even whimper now, but his instinctive attempts to do so let him hear it in his head... Along with the erotic voice of the vixen.

"You poor man... You shouldn't have accepted the fight..." Her voice was soft, almost comforting, and he felt his muscles relax, no longer able to tense or pull. It felt like falling asleep but much more horrific... Though with the sensations over his shaft, it was more erotic than normal as well. His orgasm was building again, his body shaking. He wanted to keep from cumming, he NEEDED to keep from cumming. But it was no use. He couldn't even remember why he shouldn't He was just... Just going to cum. It was bad. He couldn't stop it. She was destroying him, overpowering him.

"But you did~" She continued, slowly dragging her tongue along his cheek, "Oh, you poor boy. You did." She chuckled, "Which makes all of this your fault. Now go to sleep, little boy. Tomorrow, you will d-"

He didn't hear the last word of the sentence. But he probably could have guessed...