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Hovarth was a runner, and a freaking dang-good one at that. The two-time champion male horse lounged in his recliner, scrolling through his phone. Hovarth was a large, muscular, you could tell he works out a lot, 7' 2" stallion in his 40s, with short brown fur, with the occasional white patch on his chest and head. In his 30s he managed to outrun multiple youths in their prime, giving him the back to back awards for the Race Cup. Now he works out, still a prominent figure in the group of aspiring racers. Looking through his texts, apparently there was some young, hotshot tabaxi supposedly winning a whole bunch of smaller races, and his friend, a smaller lion named Kiel, said a lot of people claim that he would be the next Hovarth, as well as a few other prominent names. "It happens," Hovarth replied. "He loses one race and no one's gonna care about him again. Heck, I bet I could beat him easily." He set his phone down, figuring that was the last of it.

The next day however, he woke up, got a quick shower, then checked his phone to see a huge amount of pings and notifications. Apparently Kiel posted a pic of the conversation, leading to a huge uproar. He looked through, mostly ignoring them, until he realized he had a message from the hotshot himself, apparently calling himself Helios, as "He was as fast as the sun." Helios's message was a challenge, saying since Hovarth publicly claimed he could beat him, why not make a proper competition out of it, with punishments? Because it was a public insult, Helios demanded public recompense. He stated if Hovarth lost, he would have to "service" himself to Helios on the main square podium for 20 minutes. If Helios lost, he would quit running, and service himself to the older stallion. Hovarth was shocked at his audacity, but knew his public image would be shattered if he didn't accept the challenge, so he messaged back, "Done. Name a place and time." It was settled. They would meet at the Grunhold Race Track for a multistage challenge. 100m, 300m, and a mile running. All challenges he had won on in the past.

The day finally came. Hovarth got out of his truck to find the stadium packed full of people, and met Helios face to face for the first time. The tabaxi was actually 7' 6", despite being 20 years his younger, and his shirt off, showing off his clearly defined musculature. Helios had huge muscles rippling under his bright, golden fur, wearing only thin shorts that showed the strength in his legs quite clearly. Hovarth was slightly intimidated despite himself, but walked up to him. "So, you're the punk who challenged me, huh?" Helios smirked, "Indeed! You know, you looked bigger on TV." Hovarth barked a short laugh, although the laughter never reached his eyes. "Let's get this over with, I have things I actually care about to do." Interviews occured, standard bullcrap in Hovarth's mind, and finally they were set up for the 100m dash. An immense quiet fell over the stadium as the runners got into their positions, and the Referee raised a pistol, until finally..... *\ **BANG* **, and they were off! The cloud of dust was so large it was almost hard to see who crossed the finish line first, until, in the dust panting, Hovarth could be seen with a fist raised. "Hovarth wins the 100m dash with a time of 8.94 seconds!" Helios snarled, having only been behind by .5 seconds, knowing he had to push through. Next, the 300m. Right out of the gate Helios started with a burst of energy, tearing ahead with a strength nobody thought Hovarth could match. 100 meters... 200 meters, gone in a short span, Hovarth starting to catch up, but unable to make up all the lost ground. "Helios wins the 300m dash, with a time of 26.49 seconds - one second, checking wind conditions... A new world record for this dash!" The stadium erupted into roars and cheers, almost deafening those next to them, and on the ground below.

The score was 1:1. Anyone's game. It all depended on the final race, a one mile run.

Right out of the gate Helios took the lead, legs pumping like pistons slamming into the ground. Hovarth running behind, starting with a casual pace. Helios gained a lead of about 50m, slowly getting further and further away, until suddenly, he faltered. A slight misstep causing him to lose his footing, getting tired possibly, and Hovarth used this advantage to charge ahead, 30m gap, 10m, and suddenly Hovarth was flying ahead, halfway through the mile. Helios pushed forward, trying to catch up, but the gap was growing bigger, until suddenly, a bait became clear. On the final stretch, Hovarth slowed, having used his large sprint to gain a gap, while Helios suddenly gained in speed, managing to overcome the gap and leap over the finish line before Hovarth by a full 7 seconds, landing a time just short of the world record, with a time of 4 minutes flat, the current record being 3:57.32 seconds. Hovarth, after recovering himself, walked up to Helios, panting. "Good race! It's been a long time since I've ran that hard for that long." Helios grinned, "That was one of my fastest times on the mile run, thank you. Seems like you're forgetting what you promised though..." Hovarth's face fell, "Yes, yes, I remember. Main square, correct?" Helios smirked. "See you there. I can't wait! A strong, old champion stallion getting bred by an up-and-coming younger male." Hovarth got into his truck, and drove the short distance to the square, knowing word was spreading about his loss and upcoming humiliation.

He drove up to the stand, and got out of his car, walking up to Helios. "So, how are we going to do this?" Helios smiled, and said, "Stand by this pole right here, and stand still."

In the end, Hovarth retreated back to his home, having been pounded by the larger tiger to within an inch of passing out, the tabaxi forcing on the stallion all of his fantasies.

The poor stallion knew he would never be able to run again, or he would get laughed out of the arena. He was done, likely for good. Luckily for him, he shared a lot of the same fantasies as Helios, so at least he enjoyed it to an extent.