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It was another Friday night at Dick's Drinks. It was a tough job, as one never knew how the nights would end. The only thing vaguely assured was that everyone walked away sore, one way or another.

And sore Kari was. She groaned as she plopped herself down in the corner of the ring, clutching her taut torso, splotched with black and brown spots as well as painted with black and violet bruising, each breath causing her sweat-drenched body to throb with agony, leaning her head back against the corner pads, mouse ears resting limply against her the top of her brunette head, sweat drenched back gratefully resting against the one supporting her upper torso. Just a moment, she told herself. She needed just a moment. Just a moment to pant breathlessly, staring up into the ring lights through her shiner-swollen slits as she prayed desperately for just a little more strength, just a little more will to get through the fight.

One of the bikini-clad, buxom corner bunny girls dabbed at her puffy, battered black and blue orbs with a sponge, which rose and fell with her breathless pants. Her modest B-cup mounds had grown a size simply from how much they had been batted around like speedbags. Every fiber of every joint burned, protesting and screaming with the need for her to lay down for the 10 count. Blood dribbled from her nose and muzzle, some of it having dried from the previous 11 rounds.

She struggled to open the slits of her swollen eyes to glance over at her opponent. The massive black-scaled dragon's arms each gripped the top rope, with his legs loosely spread out, showing off the bulging package straining against the yellow fabric of his trunks.

Truly, Gene, the seven-foot tall beast hadn't needed the full twelve rounds, but he was a connoisseur of combat, and enjoyed taking his time picking apart his prey, and had paid Dick good money to have the referee slow the count down to give the stubborn mouse all the time she needed. All just to draw the spectacle out and allow him time to relish taking her apart, blow-by-blow with his belly busting blows and clubbing hooks.

It had been difficult for a scaled veteran of the ring such as himself to find a good punching bag that could last one round, especially within the foxy boxing clubs, which were often packed with amateur hour-ladies who were more about slap and giggle fights rather than letting him really get a workout in-and the club owners were often over-protective. Not so at Dick's Drinks. "Just don't break any bones and don't kill 'em," the portly owner had told him. And he didn't mind allowing her a little extra to pull herself up, enjoying the quiver of her arms as she pulled herself up just barely by the slowed 10 count.

The dragon was wise to the squirrel ref's pleading eyes, seeming to beg the mouse to stay down. The squirrel's gaze attempted to catch her swollen eyes through the set of shiners the behemoth of a dragon had given her with the gloves each being the size of her head.

The dragon hadn't walked away unscathed, as the mouse had some skill. She wasn't called the Princess of Dick's Drinks for nothing, and the dragon had let down his guard more than once during the grueling gauntlet. His chiseled gray-scaled belly had turned a dark violet with a wrecking ball of a right straight haymaker she had surprised him with. Not to mention the mouse's left hook which had smashed into his own eye out of nowhere-his eye having since been sealed shut. She had brought him to his knees more than once during the eleven rounds-but each time he rose with a glee-filled grin and a sadistic glint in his eye, having taken it as an invitation to step his game up and really push her to her limit.

But skill and guts only went so far in boxing. Sometimes, it was just a numbers game-and he was over twice her weight in muscle, and at least a head above her. A pipsqueak could only make it so far. But the flaws of the world gave it that life.

He smirked as the corners were dismissed, and the mouse pulled herself to her feet. Her face hardened as she rose, slipping in her mouthguard and rising her red gloves as she moved out to center ring, and the dragon strutted out to the center as well, rising his black gloves.

"Come on, Princess. Almost bed time. Lemme kiss Sleeping Beauty good night and put you to bed."

Kari brow furrowed. She had heard the talk before. The banter was nothing new. And yet it still bugged her-his words like coals across her forehead, just like the rest. Still she kept her guard up, bobbing gently in place, keeping her gaze glued on his.

The massive dragon's fist rocketed forward. Kari clenched her teeth and weaved quickly outside the swing. Suddenly, her left hook whipped out and smashed into his jaw with a quick counter, and he stumbled to the side. The mouse darted in, firing up a quick one-two into his belly, slamming into his hard, scaled underside. Each blow jerked him back, forcing a grunt from him.

Gene clenched his teeth, before unleashing a deafening roar right in her face and forcing the mouse's ears to flatten against the top of her skull, as her body stiffened from the rattling eardrum bursting warcry. The dragon had made the mistake of underestimating the little Princess again-but it would be the last time for the night. He had played with his food long enough. His sack was bursting with need to empty itself into this little tenderized morsel. His gloves shot out, grasping the mouse by her slender shoulders, before he SLAMMED his skull into her muzzle, forcing a yelp from the mouse, before swinging her into the corner to his side with enough force to rattle the shoddily set up ring.

Matthias raised his arms to protest-but at hearing the deafening crowd, he knew the big rule of reffing in Dick's Drinks. If the crowd loved it, he dared not interrupt. Dick's orders.

The mouse's head slammed back against the cornerpost with a yelp! Thankfully, the back of her skull hit the pad. Yet, she stumbled forward into the dragon's haymaker, smashing into her face like a semi, and sending the back of her head bouncing back against the cornerpad again, followed immediately by the dragon's massive tree trunk of an arm thumping into her softened belly-popping the mouthguard out of her mouth, sending it sliding across the canvas, stopping at Matthias's footpaws.

The dragon's fists were the only things keeping Kari up, as he gutted her again and again, pounding her belly with her slender back against the cornerpost, each blow crushing her gut underneath his massive black gloves...

With a grin, the dragon finally granted her the mercy of ending the match, but not before slamming his knee into her already cratered belly. The mouse's eyes bugged out, and tongue rolled out from her lips, before she sank to her knees, and fell forward-her forehead resting against one of the dragon's thighs- her cheek brushing up against his barely constrained manhood. He backed up slowly, allowing her swollen face to caress the throbbing length as she continued to sink to the floor, curled up, and rolling onto her side, as she clutched her cratered gut with a whimper as it throbbed, quivered with agony.

She panted breathlessly as she looked up at the dragon, struggling to raise her head, and get her glove onto the canvas, as Matthias began the slow count. But the black dragon shook his head, as he panted lightly, giving a sly grin to Matthias. He flexed his massive arms for the crowd and raised them into the air, allowing them to gaze upon his sweat-glazed scaled form, bouncing the muscles within his arms for all to see, as he stomped his taped up foot between Kari's B-cup orbs, forcing a WHUFF from her, as he posed atop his prey.

Kari panted as she glazedly stared up at the trunk-clad bulge. Her cheeks flushed as she panted breathlessly, even as her entire body throbbed with bruises and swelling, her tongue rolling out from her lips. Her thoughts swam as the room spun-the blinding heated lights glaring into her eyes and silhouetting the dragon, as it highlighted the perspiration, blood and bruises all over her body...

In spite of his brutality, the dragon helped the little mouse roll onto her front with a surprising gentleness, and leaned over to whisper into her ear as he pulled down his trunks, exposing his veiny, thick length. The head already glistened with glazed eager pre and the tip twitching with excitement. "Great match, Princess...gonna have to hook up with ya to do this again...now...you ready to be knocked out a second time...?"

Kari nodded drunkenly. "F-fuck me," she whispered breathlessly. "Fuck me, champ..."

The black dragon grinned, and shoved her face against the canvas, and pulled her shapely rump up, yanking down those trunks, and quickly plugging her juicy, exposed sex right up with his thick girthy dick, spearing her moistened folds with a single thrust, causing her to arch up and let out a shrill squeak to the deafening cheers of the crowd.

The cameras focused in on her face, with her eyes rolled back up into her head, her mouth hung slack open as she panted breathlessly, letting out little cute squeaks and moans. Another focused on her exposed, dripping sex taking in that massive dragon dick, rippling tightly around the girthy thickness. Yet another focused on that cocky black scaled dragon with his fanged smirk, as he held her slender, toned hips with one glove while flexing his bicep with his free arm, continuing to thrust and buck into her with the strength and power to be expected from such titan-sized dragons.

His hips slapped against her shapely toned rump with a slapping of scales against taut furry hide. Each thrust sent the mouse bucking forward with a breathless squeak, again and again as he pumped himself into her at an increasingly breakneck pace. He reached forward with his flexing claw, and grasped her dangling ponytail, yanking it back, and forcing her gaze up toward the audience as her scalp throbbed with the pain. The cameras flashed to catch her face of fucked senseless ecstasy on film as the dragon plowed into her soppingly drenched vice grip pussy. The screen above captured her eyes glazed, blown empty of thoughts other than those of her belly getting filled to the brim with dragon cum.

Kari couldn't help herself. Her ears folded back against the top of her head submissively, as she soaked in those eyes drinking her up in this state. She loathed and loved the bigger dragon rendering her so...helpless, robbing her of any control. Her loins throbbed as the crowd roaring their approval.

"A-ahhh...ahhhh....n-no...y-you're going to break me in half..."

"Th-that's the plan, Princess. W-welcome to the big leagues...grrf...!"

The mouse whimpered and yelped as the dragon started to rail her with long, deep dicking thrusts, yanking back on her ponytail and pulling her into each thrust against her, squealing with each soft, sharp, moist PLAP with every slap of their hips.

"I-I'm gonna cum...g-gonna cum...!"

"That's right...call my name as you cum...Tell the crowd who clapped these cheeks!"

Kari's squeaked out, before crying out his name, "G-Gene...! O-oh f-fuck, Gene...!"

"Gene did what!?"

"GENE CLAPPED MY CHEEKS," she squealed, as her whole body started to quake and convulse, eyes rolling back in her eyes as she gushed everything out onto the canvas, wave after wave of her honey spilling out onto the mat as her eyes rolled back into her head, as she lay upon her mushroomed out chest planted against the canvas below.

Gene let go of her ponytail to flex for the crowd, leaving the mouse to fall forward to the canvas, legs quivering underneath her as she came, a shaking squeal and moan vibrating up and down her body as Gene grabbed his rock hard, bursting at the seams cock and shot rope after rope after rope all over her backside, glazing her with the thick ropes all over her back, painting her bared rump with a fresh coat of white, before swinging his massive palm across both cheeks with a CRACK thundering throughout the arena - only drowned out by the thunderous applause.

Kari continued to shiver on the canvas, eyes nearly crossing, left a moaning wreck as she shook. "O-ohhhh f-fuuuck...."

She squeak!ed as the dragon grasped her by the scalp and lifted her off the mat, shoving his cream-soaked dick down her throat and past her lips with a sudden thrust of his hips.

"Unnf...think I got another one in me...come on, milk it out of me princess...champ's rights...!"

Kari drunkenly started to bob her head up and down on the massive dragon dick, gagging as it struck the back of her throat before she could ready herself, as Gene massive palm forced her head upon it again and again and again. She inhaled his musky scent through her nose, as her lips were sealed to be airtight against the base of the dragon's girth.

Tears started to form at the corner of the mouse's eyes as she looked up at Gene's glowering gaze. He let out a moaning grunt, as his balls popped inside her throat, gushing forth with wave after wave of stickiness, pumping her full of the stuff, hosing into her, and forcing her to shove him back, allowing him to spray upon her face and tits, as she was slathered with thick white ropes.

Holding his massive shaft by the base, he slapped her with the massive dick across the cheeks, as if punishing her for daring to pull off of him, before shoving her onto her back, and painting her battered, bruised body white as she lay there staring at the ceiling lights, catching a rope or two upon her tongue as she panted breathlessly.

The massive black dragon lowered himself, placing her face between his thick, muscled thighs, flexing his right bicep as he continued to jack himself off with his left gloved claw, unloading his empty balls into the air, as if shooting off a salute to his own victory, while the sack rested over her muzzle, smothering her mouth and nostrils with his ball-sweat scent, as the crowd roared their approval.

"Rest up princess...this dragon's kidnapping you for tonight..."

The mouse could only whimper, eyes fluttering as she stared up at Gene's towering form...before finally letting sleep weigh upon her eyes as she blacked out underneath the dragon...