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A New Spar-Buddy

Featuring HandofBlades and Fyacin_Tia

Sponsored by Fyacin_Tia

By Draconicon

"Cards on the table, my friends. I need a partner."

As expected, the two members of the harem in the common room immediately turned to him with mixed confusion and eagerness. Zavis wasn't surprised; he had little enough free time that the ball python always attracted interest the minute that he said he needed someone for anything. Yet, as Gann and Fyacin immediately started rotating in their seats, the sissy dragon and the eager lion grinning from ear to ear, he had to hold up his hand to make sure that they didn't jump the gun.

"I need a partner for a tag team match coming up. It's a very serious sex fight that I've let slide for some time, and I need someone that knows how to handle themselves in the ring. Properly, not just sexually."

Fyacin looked almost offended, but before he could protest, Gann had already shoved himself forward.

"Then you want me. After all, I know how to handle myself. I've trained in Geomancy for years, and I survived Drakina."

"Hmmph. Survived her? Might as well have survived a rainstorm," the lion said, snorting as he tossed his head back. "I'm a trained fighter. I can handle myself."

"And you think that I'm not? Fy, sweetie, you're lovely, but you'll bend the second that someone shows off a dick."

"And you wouldn't? With those cheap fishnets, you're obviously not attracting enough dick to handle your cravings."

The ball python rubbed his forehead as they started arguing over who would be the better partner. He had somewhat expected this, but he had hoped that his friends would be a bit more proactive about their support and less undermining.

To be fair, there were downsides with each of them. He knew Drakina, and he knew that the fact that Gann had gone up against her and not been utterly broken into a total, full-time slut was a credit to the speckled dragon. Those green scales hid a lot of stamina, but the problem was that Gann didn't have much in the way of muscle. The most he could do was power-bottom, and that wasn't going to do much against the opponents that were lined up here.

Fyacin was a better choice for speed and strength, but Gann had a point with the fact that Fyacin ended up getting rather...eager...rather quickly. It didn't take much to put the lion on the back foot, and while there would be some serious fighting, they needed to be able to take the teasing, too.

Just as he was about to retract his request, someone else arrived. Zavis turned, then cocked his head to the side at the approach of the newcomer.

He'd heard that Fyacin was having a visitor for the weekend, someone named Malakai, but he didn't know much else. This had to be him, if he was up in the harem quarters in the skyscraper, but the snake found himself staring for a bit longer. Not in fascination, but rather in interest at the possibilities presented.

Dressed in a camo-style hoodie and a pair of ragged jeans, this Malakai was going barefoot through the harem quarters. No surprise, there, considering the master's rules. He walked on four-toed feet, obviously relaxed, and he had an orca tail sticking out behind him, long, thick, and with a good bit of weight as it swung around.

Hmmm, quite the relaxed man...

That much was clear from his body language, from the way he walked, the way that he kept his head down and his shoulders loose, his hands in his pockets right up until he reached the back of the couch Fyacin and Gann were arguing on.

Then, without warning, he lifted the both of them up by the scruff of the neck, carrying them away from the couch and tossing them down the halls to their respective rooms. The two smaller guys skittered and slid, trying to slow themselves down, but the recently-polished floors meant that they just kept going.

Hmmm, strong, too.

The snake smiled as Malakai flipped himself over the couch, immediately assuming another relaxed pose, legs crossed at the ankles and pointed towards the far wall. The orca - at least, Zavis assumed that he was an orca, hybridized with something else - crossed his arms behind his head.

"Heh, no need to let the Wave get all turbulent, right bro?" he said, turning his head - white along the bottom jaw, a purple-black elsewhere - around to look at the snake. "Man, what got them so riled up?"

"That would be me and an offer I made," Zavis said, shaking his head. "That said, I'd like to make the same offer to you. Would you happen to have some free time for the rest of the day?"

"Yeah, I got some time. Why?"

"Do you know much about wrestling?"

"Just from knocking some sense into some really uptight guys, bro. You need back-up or something?"

"Kind of. It's a tag-team match."

"Heh, never competed in anything like that. Is it fun?"

"You have no idea."

"Hey, I'm willing to do anything once. Lead the way, man. I'll be right behind you."

The ball python smiled. At least he had someone with some serious strength on his side this time. He'd need it, all things considered. His opponents this month were not people to be taken lightly.

The main arena for the city, the Ding Dong, was closed for the next couple of weeks as it went through some renovations. Not that he or his opponents would have used that, anyway. They tended to use the gym that was a few blocks down the street from the arena, mostly because it allowed some harder rules than the Ding Dong did.

Zavis stretched his shoulders as he hopped off the gryphon transport, getting the kinks out and popping his neck in the process.

"Man, you guys have everything out here. What kinda drugs am I on, seeing a flying lion bird?" Malakai asked.

The snake smiled. Malakai was a bit odd, but he would be the first to admit that so was everyone else in the master's harem. The fact that Fyacin had a friend that was a bit of a recreational user wasn't something that surprised him, though his personality kind of did. More relaxed, and yet, more focused than one might have expected.

"It's part of the city. The master makes sure that there are all kinds of different things out here."

"Well, I like it. Embrace the weird, man."

"Yes, well, you'll be embracing more than the weird, soon enough."

He looked back at the gym. It was one of those small-town gyms that he was almost certain that the master had plucked out of another location and plopped here. It was one of those short, single-story buildings that had a lot of stuff that could be seen through the front window, complete with a boxing ring on the far end. He could already see that some of the gym-goers were competing in there, but less with their fists than one might have thought.

The snake looked at himself in the mirror-like window, smiling slightly. He was a good representative of the gym, considering his broad shoulders and his thick arms. His legs stretched the fabric of his tight shorts even tighter, his thighs thick and hard through his scales. Even his calves were nice and thick, and his shirt was pulled tight against his own hard abs.

For a snake, he had more muscle than most would expect, and he knew for a fact that his core was a lot stronger than most species.

Malakai wasn't that much worse, either. The orca-hybrid had muscle under that hoodie he wore, and while his jeans were hiding his legs, he had been able to leap onto the back of the public transport gryphon with ease, and hadn't had any issue with getting around the tower despite climbing down many stairs when the monster-vator decided to sleep rather than play fetch. He had the core strength to throw people around, too, which meant that he should be okay, as long as he wasn't a natural sub.

"Come on. I'll need to get you signed up first."

"So, do I get a uniform, bro?"

"Heh, some spandex."

"Like, high school wrestling?"

"Yeah, kinda."

"Sweeeeeet. Got a lotta bod to show off for that."

It was taking everything that Zavis had not to burst out in laughter at the way that the orca talked, but he was doing pretty good at hiding that. He kept his mouth shut, his eyes forward, and just didn't say anything at all.

They walked through the silver doors and were immediately hit with the smell of musk, sweat, and more. The air was filled with the heat of working bodies, and some of the mirrors against the wall were already fogged up with the warmth in the gym. He grinned as he saw some familiar gym bunnies, waving at the long-footed twins, and made his way towards the fighting ring on the far side of the gym.

A mouse clerk looked up as he approached, smiling behind a large pair of glasses. He pushed them up, almost covering the upper half of his face.

"Ah, yes, Zavis. Good to see you again. You're almost due to for your monthly fight; have you found a partner?"

"Yeah, right behind me," Zavis said, throwing a thumb over his shoulder. "Say hello, Malakai."

"Hello, Malakai," the hybrid said as he turned in place. "Man, this is the place for dudes and dudettes."

"...He's not on anything that'll show up in a piss-test, right?" the mouse asked.

"Not as far as I know," the snake said, shaking his head.

And that was mostly down to not asking Fyacin what in the world Malakai was on. The orca-hybrid was obviously on something, but until someone told him what it was, he was going to pretend that it just didn't exist. That was all that he needed to do, and he was fine with that.

The mouse wrote down their names, nodding towards the side of the ring.

"You'll be two matches out. You good with that?"

"Yeah, just need something for Malakai to wear."

"Singlets are on the wall."

"Thanks, man."

Leading the orca-hybrid along and giving him a gentle tug to keep him moving whenever he slowed down, Zavis led his partner over to the wall. Usually, guys took the singlets with them to the lockers and stripped there before changing. Malakai, on the other hand -

Flop went the hoodie, floop went the jeans. They hit the floor one after the other, and the naked hybrid slipped into the singlet right there on the gym floor. All eyes were turning to them, but unlike some of his other harem mates, Zavis didn't feel embarrassed. This was a place to be manly, to show off, to prove who was the very best. If you were shy, you needed to get out, and fast.

"Well, you look good in that," the snake said, smiling. "Nice bulge, too."

"Hey, man, you too."

"Gonna be showing that off in the ring?"

"Hell yeah. When you're a stud, you show it off. Ride the Wave, and it'll carry you to the hotties."

"Do you talk like that all the time?"

"Pretty much. Why?"

"No reason. Just wondering if it was your personality or your...personality."

Malakai just grinned, waggling his eyebrows before tossing his head back. Yet another element of his hybrid nature, his hair, went flying back at the same time, whipping about with ease.

Shaking his head, the snake joined the line once more, making sure that he was giving the matches their due attention. After all, there was no reason that he could expect other people to watch his match if he didn't watch the ones before his.

And besides, they were fun.

The current match was a one-on-one match between two rats, thick-shouldered, big-balled, and heavy-hipped. They slammed into each other like sumo wrestlers, trying to knock each other off-balance, using their tails as whips against one another until one gave up and pulled back for a moment, or until one of them had to lose their grip to defend themselves and gave the other an opening.

The loud smacks of tail on tail made it quite difficult to follow whatever they were shouting at each other, but the trash talk was never as interesting as the fight. Zavis watched with a curious eye, keeping his attention on the tails until -

"GAH!"

One of the rats had to jerk his hand back to block a blow coming for his thigh, and that opened him up. The other grabbed him by the junk, pulling on his balls, and then pulling him down to his knees. The following charge, grab, and pin was expected, and while the screaming rat was still trying to shove his attacker off, the one on top had already pulled his singlet to the side, exposing his balls.

"Well, he's gone," Zavis said.

"Sex fights, huh? Dope."

"Yep. Fight until you submit."

"Man, I lucked out here."

"Well, we'll see. It's not always easy."

"Hey, man, you ride the Wave. Sometimes it takes you to the hotties, sometimes it brings the hotties to you."

"Honestly, do you even know what you're talking about?"

"I was talking?"

"That explains so much," Zavis muttered, rolling his eyes with a chuckle and a smile.

The next match was even shorter, to the point where the referee actually called them to a stop afterward. The Amazonian vixens that were involved had come slamming together, only for one to leap at the last second and do a nigh-illegal boob smash against the other, knocking her down and out on the padded floor. The subsequent molestation was, however, against the rules, as one had to make sure that the fuck started before a knock-out. Subsequent fucking was fine, but the fuck happening before the knock-out was not.

With that match in the process of being rescheduled, Zavis looked across the ring to see who had reached the head of the other line. He wasn't too surprised to see Hellen, a shark woman that was more buff than either of the vixens had been, at the head of the line, but he didn't know the wolf that came after. They were definitely affectionate, though, with her fingering his ass and him fingering her pussy.

Heh, well, when in come.

"Hey, snake-bro, do I get to fuck that wolf?" Malakai asked.

"If you can take him down, yeah."

"Sweeeet. I'm first."

Zavis casually reached out and grabbed the ascending hybrid by the tail, pulling him back down with a practiced move. His partner yelped in the first sound of surprise that he'd made since they had met, and Zavis felt a small bit of relief. At least this guy was able to feel something through all of whatever substance he was on.

"Not yet. They've not called us into the ring yet," he said, though not without a small smile of his own.

"Ah, man. You mean we gotta wait?"

"I can see how you and Fyacin met up."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, nothing."

The snake stretched his arms over his shoulder, idly flexing as he did, and he immediately caught the attention of the shark woman on the other side. She didn't wear a singlet so much as she wore a bikini, and that bikini barely restrained her breasts. They were quite large despite the fact that they were based on muscle, and he could tell that she was already eager. Quite aside from the nipple points sticking out through the fabric, he could see it in her eyes. Oh, yes, those were hunting eyes, and they wanted him for her prey.

Heh, this is going to be fun.

It was something that he could seldom get with the rest of the harem. He liked to be on top and on the bottom, but he always wanted the other person to earn it, and he wanted the same for himself. No holding back, no volunteering for one role or the other. Just going at it, slamming together, fighting for that dominance and earning it.

He wanted that now, and his cocks were already stirring in his slit, eager to come out and claim some pussy for his own.

The mouse's voice rang out over the gym speakers.

" Ladies and gentlemen, if you will turn your attention to the ring, we have a special fight for you today. A returning champion has come to pay his dues, and he's bringing a newcomer for his partner. Zavis, the Super Snake, come to the ring."

"Ahhhhh, I get it. You go first. Then I get my turn. Okay, fair," Malakai said.

"Tag-team," Zavis said, sliding under the ropes.

"Oh, even better."

Shaking his head, the snake ducked under the ropes the rest of the way, making his way to the center of the ring. The big, brawny shark woman did the same, pushing herself away from her partner and grinning like a maniac. Zavis had to admit he was fighting the same expression, just looking forward to the feeling of having his blood pumping, his body sweating, the whole rush that came with fighting for dominance. Oh, he had been looking forward to this for some time, now.

They approached each other and shook hands. They both indulged in a brief arm flex, showing off how tight they could grip and how much they could squeeze, how big their muscles were. Hers were nice and large, and he could imagine that they'd be able to inflict a fair bit of pain if they managed to get around him. That said, they'd have to manage that first, and he planned on making her work for it.

"Alright, you ready to fight?" she asked.

"Are you ready to be a good little bitch at the end?" Zavis asked, his voice never losing that pleasant, civil air that he always kept.

"Only if you're good enough."

"Then the same for you."

They leaned in, giving a half-gentle headbutt before pulling away. He resisted the urge to rub his forehead afterward, knowing that she'd be looking.

Hard-boned. Better aim for something weaker than the face.

As the bikini-clad shark returned to her side of the ring, the snake tapped his chin, leaning back against the ropes beside him. He doubted that he could get a lot of boob shots on her, considering her size, and he doubted that it would do much anyway with the pec muscles he'd noticed. The gills at her neck could be rather sensitive, but that felt like a nut-shot, and the day fights tended to shy away from those.

Grapple's probably my best bet, the snake thought, shaking his head. Not the sort of move that he liked to go with against someone that was already quite strong rather than fast, but it did play into his strengths.

" Let's get ready to rumbllllllle!"

Ding ding went the bell, and the shark woman charged with more speed than he expected. Zavis barely managed to throw himself against her, shoulder to chest, and it didn't even knock her back. It barely stopped her, and suddenly, she had her arms around him rather than the other way around.

The world flipped upside-down, and Zavis hit the mat, hard. The snake grunted as his breath was knocked from his lungs, only to see her tail coming down. He brought his knee up to stop it, catching the blow on his leg before grabbing her ankle and giving a sharp pull. She went rolling, but pulled him along after her.

They kept spinning and rolling for nearly ten seconds before he managed to flip her, knocking her face-first into the mat and holding her there.

"Nnngh...fast, aren't you?" he grunted.

"Should have guessed a snake was ready for a pin."

"We specialize in grappling."

"Yeah. You know what sharks are good at?"

"What?"

"Thrashing."

And that's exactly what she did. Zavis went from sitting pretty on her curvy, hard ass to struggling to stay on top of her. She managed to get her leg loose, and then she arched her back, hard. He grabbed for her, trying to hold onto something, but she was too quick, throwing him off with a riiip of something coming loose.

He didn't know what it was until he rolled back, avoiding another tail-crack, and looked down at his hand. He'd pulled her bikini-top off.

"Heh..." He held out his hand. "Thanks for the souvenir."

"Keep it," the bare-breasted shark said, grinning as she pulled up her fists. "I'll look forward to making you lick the sweat off them later."

"I'll be honored, if I'm not making you lick my cock clean first."

The snake and the shark circled each other. He'd struck the first blow, but he knew that meant nothing. This kind of fight went on until one person or the other surrendered, submitting to their own lust or their own exhaustion. Anything that happened before that didn't mean a goddamn thing.

He saw her lean forward and decided to preempt her attack. Leaping forward, he sunk his fist into her belly, knocking the air out of her lungs and probably bruising his fingers. God, but those ab muscles were hard. He bore her down and straddled her, slapping his tail down. She gasped at the slap across her clothed pussy, even as he grabbed her by the tits, squeezing them and finding his way down to her nipples.

"Nnngh! You fuck!"

"Power has its place, but so does speed."

"And so do -"

" This gym would like to remind the competitors that nutshots are not allowed during daylight hours."

"FUCK! Fine!"

Zavis felt her flex, but didn't have time to react before her knee came up and hit him right in the small of the spine. He went flying forward, falling flat on his face. The shark woman came up behind him, grabbing his shorts and pulling them down to his knees. He barely had a chance to pull his head up before -

"Nnngh!"

A finger, then two up his ass, followed by a pair of lips on one of his cocks. The other was slapped away, pushed back as he tried to push against her. The damn shark had his cock in a tight grip and he couldn't get away.

As she fingered him, his cocks throbbed all the harder, the roughness and pain of her fingers going into his sweat-slick hole making him grit his teeth. He had to get her off, and fast. He could already feel what those fingers were doing to him, getting him all kinds of riled up back there. His master had already done a lot to his prostate, making him more sensitive than he used to be.

Gotta...gotta...

He brought one foot up, not quite managing enough force to kick her in the chest, but he did manage to pinch her nipples between his toes. The shark gasped a bit at that, losing her grip for a moment, and he brought his tail down on top of her head. It was only after she pulled back, letting go of his cock, that he realized that bashing a shark in the head while she was giving him a competitive blowjob was probably not the smartest idea in the world.

Still, at least he still had his dicks. He managed to roll onto his back before she could recover, bringing both legs down around her neck and dragging her against his crotch. Not quite into his dicks again - fuck if he was going to let her have free reign down there - but he was sure as hell going to enjoy watching her go fuzzy from his musk.

"Yeah, that's it...take a few whiffs..."

She squirmed and thrashed, but as he wrapped his tail around her middle, he made sure that she couldn't bring her lower body around to try and take charge, and he made sure that her arms were bound to her sides. It was a lot harder to break free when you had no leverage.

And as she squirmed, he pushed her right into his cock slit, making her huff at the hot, heavy scent down there. Sweat, musk, everything that a person could want was down there, made all the hotter from the workout that they were both getting. And she was making him work, forcing him to squeeze harder than most of his opponents usually did. He could feel his legs twitching, his muscles spasming as he forced them tighter and tighter.

She gasped for breath, struggling and straining against him, and he pulled her even closer. He rolled them around so that he was kneeling on her, sitting on her chest with his knees against the sides of her head and neck. He wasn't going to give her any chance to get away, and down there, it was even more humiliating.

As her tail beat against the mat, he leaned back, groping around until he found the straps for her bikini bottom. He ripped them off, finding his way between her legs and rubbing his fingers down to her pussy. It was wet, as he had expected; he was hard, too, very hard, and not just from her blowjob. The fight...the fight was hot.

He was just finding her clit, too. Pinching it, making her gasp, making her suck in the heat from his crotch a bit more. She was huffing, puffing, almost biting, but she wouldn't break that rule. Nobody was allowed to take a castration in the ring.

He was just starting to slide his finger in when -

Ding ding.

" Tag out."

Zavis rolled off of the shark woman as fast as he could, and she gasped as she rolled over. As she panted, she flicked a grin at him.

"Ass. That was cheap."

"Anything that works, ma'am."

"Fuck you, heh."

She got up, favoring one arm as she walked back to her side of the ring. The wolf made his way through the ropes, and Zavis sighed. It looked like he'd have to wait a little while to have his fun properly.

He walked over to Malakai, who was waiting with a goofy grin on his face. Zavis knelt down.

"You still want to have a turn with him?"

"Heh, I've been waiting for the Wave to come."

"I'll take that as a yes."

They exchanged a high-five, and he hopped back out of the ring. The snake adjusted his shorts, pulling them back up, and he fondled the slippery fabric that made up the bra and bottoms that the shark had been wearing. They were nice and smooth, and he chuckled as he imagined wearing those bottoms personally.

"Gimme those."

He looked up to see the shark woman walking around the ring. No shame in being naked, just shaking her head at the goods. Zavis debated tossing them back into his shorts, then shrugged and handed them over.

"As you wish."

"Hmmph. You want to keep those, beat me first."

"I nearly did."

"Ha! You had me moaning, but that's not anywhere near a win."

"I'm sure."

"You're good, though. Looking forward to the rest of the match."

He nodded, waving her off. After the match, he might just see if he could get her number. She looked like she could be some fun out of the ring as well as -

BOING!

Zavis blinked, whipping around as Malakai hit the ropes. The orca-hybrid bounced off them, went across the ring, and then came back to lean against the ropes again. Shaking his head, the snake leaned in.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah. Just didn't expect to be thrown around."

"...It's a wrestling ring."

"I thought that was a euphemism. Like ride the Wave." The hybrid shook his head. "Political messages are so confusing."

"Do you need to tag out?"

"Oh, nah. Nah. I'm fine. Just, uh..." Malakai looked over his shoulder at the big, brawny red wolf. "Don't suppose you could give me a few tips."

"With him?"

"Yeah. Kinda prefer a dick and a tight hole tonight, if you don't mind."

"With him, looks like he's top-heavy. Give him a good hit in the chest, and he should go right over."

"Right. In the chest. I can do that."

As Malakai turned back to the ring, slowly starting to circle his opponent, Zavis couldn't help but shake his head. If he had the time to step away from the ring, or even had thought to bring his cell phone, he might have called Fyacin and asked the lion if the hybrid ever got particularly sober.

As it stood, he had to sit there and watch, just in case he needed to be tapped in again.

The snake leaned against the ropes, watching as the little fight continued. Either Malakai was tougher than he looked, or he was just that numb to any real blows that came his way. A few punches and kicks were exchanged, but they were never quite enough to budge the orca unless he got hit hard enough to physically move him back. Anything less just had him keep on coming, and that was unnerving the wolf.

Zavis watched, his arms crossed as Malakai finally got close enough to grab the wolf by the chest, twisting some of his fur to pull the big guy in close. They shared a kiss...and then they went falling backwards.

He didn't think that the mat had ever worked as much of a trampoline before, but it sure as hell happened then. The pair of them bounced, rolled, spun, and when they came down again, the rather-erect Malakai was on top and the wolf was on the bottom, looking dizzy and confused.

And most importantly, well out of tagging range.

Well, looks like he gets to have his fun first, Zavis thought, crossing his arms and leaning on them. Well, I can wait.

The End

Summary: Zavis, the butler and fighter of the harem, needs a partner for a proper sex fight. He ends up dismissing a few harem members in favor of Malakai, a friend of Fyacin's.

Tags: M/F, M/M, orca, hybrid, snake, shark, wolf, gym, wrestling, fighting, sex, fingering, nudity, erection, blowjob, bulge, fingering, anal fingering, competition,