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"Yield!" growled the zinogre, pulling the mizutsune's arm behind his back as he pinned the other male to the ground.

He tried to swing up and hit the zinogre with his other arm, but a quick twist made that impossible. The mizutsune yelped as his arm was forced into an uncomfortable, almost painful position before slapping his free hand on the ground several times, signaling his surrender. The zinogre released him and stood, raising his arm over his head proudly in a show of victory.

"Sark is the winner!"

A cheer went up from the gathered crowd, especially the members of his own tribe that had come to watch the sparring matches. The two tribes in the area were midway through the seasonal festival, and the young warriors of the tribes were testing their skills against each other for the entertainment of the crowd. The zinogre offered a hand to the mizutsune and helped him to his feet, slapping the pale-scaled dragon on the back with a friendly laugh.

"Not too shabby, King," said Sark, moving out of the sparring circle for the next pair to have their turn. "One of these days you might actually beat me."

"Smug bastard," replied King playfully, pushing against the other male's powerful chest. "You're just lucky I couldn't use my power. If I could've -"

"Then I would have used mine, and left you trembling on the ground," said Sark, smirking. "I've seen how Mizutsune react to my lightning. Seems to me like you need some more practice handling someone bigger than you."

He gave the other male a knowing look.

King smiled and raised an eyebrow. "If you're suggesting some more one-on-one training, I wouldn't be opposed to that." He looked around to make sure nobody was listening in. "Meet me at the usual spot?"

Sark nodded, and the two separated, going back towards the other warriors from their tribes. King would have snuck away immediately, had he not run into his younger brother.

"That was so close!" said Rivershard, the younger mizutsune looking up at his brother. "You almost had him!"

"Almost," said King, humoring his brother in the hopes he would leave him alone long enough for King to sneak away. "In a real fight where we could use our powers it would be a different story."

"Yeah! You could totally take him then! Just immobilize him with your bubbles and bam!" River punched one hand into the other. "He'd be down for the count."

"Like you would know," said King. "When have you ever been in anything more than a street fight?"

"I...Th-That's not the point!" exclaimed River.

"Don't feel bad, I'm three years older than you after all," said King. "Still, until you can beat me, you can forget beating Sark. He'd crush you like a bug."

"Then spar with me," said River. "I'll show you what I can do!"

"Pass," said King, moving past his little brother and heading into the crowd. "I've got other things I'd rather be doing than embarrassing my kid brother."

"I'm not a kid! I'm nineteen you ass!"

But King was gone, leaving River behind, fuming beside the sparring circle. The Mizutsune wove his way through the crowded festival grounds, the sun peeking down through the leaves highlighting the shine of the scales on his bare chest. Like all the males here he was wearing little more than his usual loincloth, though many of the ones that weren't participating in the fights had more elaborate clothes or jewelry as well. King hadn't seen much point in wearing anything like that today, knowing he'd either have to remove it or see them get ruined in the ring.

When he was satisfied he'd wandered around and made enough appearances not to arouse suspicion, King ducked into the woods, moving quickly and quietly away from the festival until he reached a glen in the forest. A stream spilled down in a sparkling waterfall into a large pool, the mist creating a brilliant rainbow in the sunlight. But as beautiful as the glen was, much more important was the zinogre waiting beside the pool, stretching his arms in a way that made his muscles ripple.

"About time you got here," said Sark. "Was starting to wonder if you got lost."

"No way. Just had to follow the aura of cockiness and it led me right to you," said King, smirking.

Sark turned to face him, and King had to fight the urge to stare at the other male's loincloth and the bulge underneath.

"Big talk for someone who's never managed to win a match against me."

"That changes today," said King, taking a fighting stance, but Sark wagged a finger at him.

"Uh uh uh, you know the deal," said Sark. "I'm happy to keep helping with your training, but in exchange..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," said King.

Grabbing his loincloth, he untied it and tossed it aside. Truth be told, it didn't make much of a difference since his bits were hidden within his slit. Besides, most training was done in the buff anyway so it wasn't like King wasn't used to it.

Much more distracting was when the zinogre did the same thing, leaving them both fully nude. Unlike the mizutsune, Sark had a heavy sheath and big pair of balls between his legs, which had always struck King as being far too exposed for a warrior. But Sark didn't seem bothered by it and took his own stance, the pair squaring off once again.

From the shadows of the trees near the top of the waterfall, a gasp rang out, mercifully covered by the sound of the waterfall and the clash of the monsters below as they grappled one another.

"So this is where you've been sneaking off to, brother."

From his hiding place, River's eyes drank in the sight of the naked zinogre, the older male's muscular body laid bare to his hungry gaze. River could feel himself quickly growing hard, his dick sliding from his slit, but he did his best to ignore it. He did however remove his loincloth, mainly to keep any wet spots from giving him away when he returned to the festival.

Unlike their earlier match, Sark and King weren't restraining themselves from using their abilities, though they did so sparingly. In such close quarters it might be tricky without causing real injury. Without the restriction of the circle, King was able to make much better use of his agility, avoiding most of the zinogre's attempts to grapple him when they separated. He even managed to slow Sark down with some of his bubbles, but a surge of electricity raced over the big monster's form and he powered through, getting ahold of King and bringing him to the ground. The way they rolled around seemed more like boys playing than two warriors training, but in the end Sark came out on top, pinning King beneath him and holding the other monster's arms by his head.

"Looks like I win again," said Sark. "You know, sometimes I wonder if you're letting me win on purpose. Stronger or not, you would have thought by luck alone you'd have one at least once by now."

"That your way of calling me weak?" askedd King.

Sark shook his head. "I'd call you many things for losing so much, but weak is not one of them. Especially seeing how much you enjoy making good on our bet."

King blushed brightly, and it was only then that River noticed something shifting between his brother's legs. Before his eyes, King's cock was sliding from his slit until eight inches of tapered, ridge-lined mizutsune dick was standing proudly in the air. Even though it was his brother, River couldn't look away; the sight of another male's cock was just too tempting for the monster teen, and he reached down between his legs to start working his own cock, trying to keep his whines of pleasure to a minimum.

A task that became much harder when he got a look at the zinogre's dick.

Sark's penis had slid from his sheath, and nine inches of very thick, very red cock hovered in the air before his brother's snout. A bulge was already growing at the base of his dick, and River realized Sark's dick had a knot, something he had heard about in some males but had never seen for himself.

"Time to pay up," said Sark.

He climbed off of King, but didn't go far. The mizutsune got up on his hands and knees, curling his tail off to the side and presenting his ass to the other male. Sark moved up behind him, taking hold of the water dragon's ass and lining himself up against King's pucker. As River watched, Sark's haunches flexed and the zinogre thrust forward, burying himself inside King until his knot was pressed against his widely-spread tailhole. The two monsters growled loudly at the penetration - Sark from the tight fit and King from being stretched so wide - before they turned to moans of bliss as they started to fuck.

River couldn't resist the urge to stroke himself as he watched the two monsters fucking. He'd fooled around with some of his friends as most young men did in the tribe, but he'd never witnessed something like this. The two monsters before him weren't fumbling, inexperienced youths with doubts or insecurities holding them back. These were two men that clearly knew what they were doing, knew what they wanted, and held nothing back in getting the pleasure they both sought.

King growled happily as he pushed back against Sark's hips, his cock waving and dripping onto the grassy ground beneath him. He never intentionally threw these little matches - well, almost never - but there was no point in denying how much he enjoyed the winner's prize. Sark's cock was thick from head to base, more like a battering ram than a dick, but damned if it didn't stretch the mizutsune's ass in all the right ways. He thrust his rear back to meet Sark's hips, each impact sending a spike of pleasure racing up his spine.

After a couple minutes, Sark braced his legs, increasing the force of his humping, eager to get his knot in the other monster. With a finally powerful thrust, the large bulb of flesh pushed into King with an audible pop, locking the two men together. As soon as he felt Sark's knot inside him, King's whole body tightened down on him, the mizutsune grunting as he spilled his seed onto the ground, grinding his rear against Sark's hips. The tight, spasming ass around him pushed Sark over the edge, and he roared loudly when he came, flooding the other male's ass with his cum. And they weren't the only ones making a mess of themselves; River had collapsed back on his rear, the younger mizutsune's cum making an absolute mess of himself.

By the time River had collected himself and peeked back down into the glen, King was under the waterfall rinsing himself off. But Sark was nowhere to be seen. That is until River felt a powerful hand grab him by the back of the neck and lead him down into the open, where he was met by the withering gaze of his older brother.

"Did you enjoy the show?" asked King coldly, glaring daggers at the other mizutsune.

"I'd say he did," said Sark, eyeing the cum running down River's scales.

"I didn't mean to spy on you..."

"Clearly," said King. "That explains why we found you naked, covered in cum with your hand around your cock."

River tried to stammer out an answer, but Sark silenced him with a word.

"If you're so interested in our training," said the zinogre, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "then you should join in."

"Wait...what!?" River blurted out.

"Let's see if you've got what it takes to throw down with the big boys," said Sark, releasing River and giving only a moment's warning before charging at him, sending the young mizutsune tumbling away from him.

King sat back to watch as his brother struggled to avoid the zinogre rushing at him. In desperation, River unleashed a stream of bubbles at Sark, trying to stun or slow the big monster down. Sark was just about to pin him when River managed to squirm away, a powerful blast of bubbles finally stunning the zinogre, giving the mizutsune time to get to his feet. Sark seemed very slow to get to his feet, and with the big monster down on his hands and knees, River got a wicked idea. Kneeling down behind him, he quickly pushed the zinogre's thick tail aside and lined his cum-slick cock up with Sark's tailhole.

"If I win, that means I get the prize, right?" said River. "Time to pay up!" He added, mirroring Sark's words from earlier.

The big monster didn't pull away before River thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in the zinogre's muscular ass. He would have happily laid over Sark's back as he started eagerly fucking the older male, but given the spikes that ran down his hide, River decided to content himself with watching his dick working the other male's tailhole open.

He was so caught up in the pleasure of what he was doing that he didn't notice the obvious clues that something was off. Like the fact that if King's bubbles couldn't slow Sark down, there was no way River's would. Or that the big, muscular male wasn't trying to push the mizutsune off of him. Rather, that Sark was indeed pushing his rear back to meet the younger male's hips, growling in a very pleased way as River's ridges worked his backside open. But the younger male was too overwhelmed with pleasure to notice that far from winning the fight, Sark had been in control the entire time, putting them in exactly the position the zinogre wanted.

When River came, his orgasm hit out of nowhere, surprising the mizutsune with the speed at which it washed over him. His legs went weak, and he fell back on his ass, his spurting dick slipping from Sark's ass and leaving a line of cum across his rump. A cocky smile spread across the young monster's face, glad to have bested such a skilled warrior, right until a shadow fell over him, and he found himself looking up at the smirking zinogre, and his massive, dripping dick.

"Not bad," said Sark, grabbing River's legs and bending the other male back, laughing at the way the mizutsune yelped when he found himself pinned beneath the zinogre. "Still, I think I prefer your brother's dick to yours."

River's eyes went wide as Sark pressed the wide head of his cock against the young male's tailhole, the mizutsune's cock dripping down over his face as the pressure against his rear started to grow.

"As for who has the better ass, well..." Sark grinned wolfishly, getting a needy whimper from River as he started to spread him open. "I'll just have to test that for myself, now won't I?"

Whatever response River might have been about to give was swallowed by his wail of penetration and Sark's powerful growl as his big dick started to sink into the younger monster, eager to see if River's ass could handle the monster's dick as well as his brother's could. Sark wasn't quite convinced, but with such a tight fit around his cock, he was eager to find out.