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Three Weeks Later

-POW!!!-

“GNNNNnnnnnnnnNNNAAAHHHHH!!!”

As soon as the referee’s paw went down to start the match, their bodies collided hard enough to sound like a truck smacked into a brick wall in the middle of the auditorium. Two massive mounds of muscle tightly bound in lycra were pushing against one another as harshly as possible, but thankfully no illegal appendages were in play. Pumpkin was hunched beneath his opponent in a vulnerable position, but two specially-shaped protective cups were fitted over his horns to avoid any accidental injuries; his opponent, who happened to be a boar with a thick “mohawk”-esue mullet that came up from his back (and tragically ended a bit too far up his hairline for his young age), was growling furiously into the plastic mouthpiece that protected the tusks protruding from his lower jaw. Neither of them even considered those things while sparring out in the open, and played exactly to regulation before the roaring audience.

“MMMPHHHHH!!!” Pumpkin widened his legs, strengthening his stance while the boar tried to grab him from over his back. His pudgy arms tried to get a good grip around the ram’s midsection and latch over his waist; meanwhile Pumpkin took that opportunity to reach out beneath his opponent’s weight, and wrap both his muscular arms around those meaty thighs. With a loud and venomous growl through his teeth, Pumpkin pushed as much of his strength as he could through his legs to lift up the weight on his back. “GnnnnNNNNAAAHHHH!!!”

The boar went wide-eyed when he felt his legs lift up from the ground, and he was temporarily thrown upward in midair. Before he could even yelp out through his mouthpiece, he was brutally slammed down to his back on the rubber mat. The rows of bleachers overseeing the event reacted with a chorus of winced “Ooohs” and grimacing hisses, although Pumpkin’s suplex also got a few excited cheers from the local spectators.

“Yeah, get him! GET HIM!” Crash leapt up from his seat to stand and clap triumphantly; luckily for the ram, he was surrounded by a few of Pumpkin’s other teammates who were cheering just as loudly. The group clustered at the bleacher’s front rows were roaring and hooting triumphantly, overshadowing the yelling heard from the boar’s teammates on the other side of the mat. All the while, Pumpkin remained in focus as he dug his heels into the mat and strengthened his new stance.

“Nnnnnghhh!!” Pumpkin growled like a rabid beast, even though he looked like he was thrusting into the air. His arms were now pulled behind him, and trying to keep a tight grip around the boar’s midsection to keep their bodies locked together. He thrusted his hips upward into the air, and used the momentum to push the boar harder against the ground to ensure a proper pin. The referee nearby was inspecting the play closely, but wasn’t calling any fouls amongst all the cheering and grunting. Pumpkin gave another strenuous push of his legs, but he gasped with a brief yelp when he was thrown to his side.

With a loud and barely-padded thump, the ram and boar fell together to their sides to even the playing field. Pumpkin’s opponent was now spooning him from the side, almost resembling a ‘Sixty-Nine’ type of position with their heads on different ends; of course, Pumpkin’s back was to him, so the boar was mostly getting the guy’s lycra-covered ass in his face. Meanwhile his legs were trying to wrap around Pumpkin’s chest so he could squeeze him into submission.

“C’mon, Pumpkin! Counter! COUNTER!!” All of the ram’s teammates were cheering him on from the stands, and getting most of the other spectators to join in. Crash was trying to keep up with the friends’ enthusiasm, but he needed a second or two after seeing that position change. The boar was really trying to pin Pumpkin down, and getting him to let out a lot of… well, admittedly quite familiar noises that Crash recognized from recently…

“Hmmmm…” Crash may have still been standing, but his cheering diminished little by little the longer he watched his roommate in action. His lips tightened a little with a pensive blush appearing across his cheeks.

Pumpkin suddenly took over the match, and turned himself around quickly enough to grapple the boar from behind. His arms latched tightly around his midsection, while his legs wrapped around both of the opponent’s to leave them unable to bend. All the while, his hips thrusted hard into the boar’s backside, even when he was already pushed hard against the mat and groaning harshly through his mouthpiece. “Mmmrrrrmmmmphhhhh!!”

Crash gulped a little, and had to take a moment to make sure none of Pumpkin’s friends noticed anything. Fortunately, despite how far he and Pumpkin may have gone in recent weeks, it seemed that none of his friends seemed to be aware of their… understanding of one another. Although to be fair, due to those previous agreements, Crash never tried to seek out any of his roommate’s personal friends and risk making things weird; and since Pumpkin hadn’t interfered much with Crash’s life outside the dorm room, he had no reason to rock the boat himself. All he could do was watch his friend sparring in that sweaty… muscular getup… with a bunch of other guys in identically sweaty and spandex-laden bodies…

A sharp blast from the referee’s whistle ended the match, with Pumpkin instantly pulling off the boar’s back and standing up. He reached out a paw to help the boar up, which he accepted respectfully enough. His opponent certainly looked pissed, but he still gave a begrudgingly sincere nod and shook Pumpkin’s paw. With that, Pumpkin was declared the victor in that particular match, eliciting even more rampant cheering from Crash’s side of the stands.

The ram smiled and cheered alongside everyone else, feeling genuinely happy that Pumpkin was doing so well. There were still a few more opponents to go, but the amber ram was really proving himself to be a formidable foe for many of the other competitors. Pumpkin smiled back at Crash and the others, and gave a thankful wave before waking off towards the other teammates on the court. Crash’s eyes continued to follow the ram’s sweat-soaked backside, even as it disappeared into a sea of similar outfits and builds.

“Nnnnffff…” Crash shuddered and tried his hardest not to let it show while clutching the handrail. The last thing he wanted to do was get any inappropriate thoughts out in public, especially at one of his friend’s big events. But despite his rightful hesitations, it wasn’t exactly easy to ignore certain questions that might pop in one’s head. Questions such as: ‘How thick would the musk down there actually be?’ ‘Could I even breathe if I poked my head down there?’ ‘How the heck does Pumpkin handle all these matches without at least popping a semi-chub or something?’ ‘Heck, how do I know he hadn’t done anything?’

That last question made him freeze briefly enough, with his eyes widening in a moment of paranoia. He kept a tight grip on the hand-rail with both paws, and tried breathing out through his nostrils to quell any potential nerves. He tried to logic away that mentality as quickly as he could, since it had no business popping into his head for someone like Pumpkin. Even after their infamous Rut Week shenanigans, Crash knew that it shouldn’t mean anything too serious.

He backed away from the front row of the bleachers, and sat back down while the next match started with someone else. Since Pumpkin was preparing for his next session later, Crash took that moment to check his phone as a mental distraction. Unfortunately, as soon as he unlocked his password screen, he was met with the notification regarding his own incoming Rut as predicted by his doctor. He groaned and hung his head, not wanting to deal with the headache of organizing another extension for his classes so soon. At the same time though, he hadn’t even tried reserving a private room for himself to deal with that issue as of yet.

“Hmmmm…” He blankly scrolled through his photo gallery, mostly zipping past personal selfies and saved memes while lost in his thoughts. More specifically, his thoughts related to how things went during that particular week with Pumpkin. When everything was said and done, the two ended up spending six days straight in their dorm with minimal interruptions and thankfully no intrusions from their RA. It was almost surreal how intensely passionate everything felt from beginning to end, all while technically following campus doctrine by the letter. Even after spending nearly a week straight being ravaged, knotted, sucked, and fondled nearly-nonstop by a rabid mass of hormones and musk, he didn’t receive any penalties or late-marks for his classes when he returned. Although that may have been less to do with his emails, and more because of how much he struggled to sit down for his first couple classes. Either way, the ram was thinking about that week a lot more while surrounded by so many hot, sweaty guys rolling around in spandex.

“Hmmmmm…” His lips pursed a little tighter when he tried to see where his friend went, only to notice Pumpkin’s horns sticking out from a large group in the distance. It seemed a lot of the guys from Pumpkin’s team were hanging out near one of the corners of the gym, most likely just to talk shit and relax their muscles before the next match occurs. Crash couldn’t see much from the distance, but he could’ve sworn he caught Pumpkin's laugh amongst the other noises all around. He even leaned to the side a bit so he could try to get a better glimpse and see what Pumpkin was doing; but alas, even when he caught a look at his face from behind a zebra’s backside, the ram was smiling all happily amongst his other wrestlers.

Crash didn’t say anything, and was thankful to keep his muzzle shut while exhaling slowly through his nostrils. He was genuinely happy for Pumpkin, and was downright optimistic that he’ll continue kicking ass through this tournament. But at the same time, he couldn’t help looking down at his paws while they tightly clasped the handrail. He wasn’t sure what to think, not that it would’ve helped much while his mind was drawing a notable blank. All that he knew was that there were still a couple hours left, and he had more than enough time to collect his thoughts by the time Pumpkin finishes down below…

[hr]

A Few Hours Later

After everything was said and done, Pumpkin felt rather pleased with himself while standing on his podium and soaking up the applause. He was a little upset to only get a Bronze medal at the end of the day; however, considering how he was the highest-scoring athlete from his own team, he was content with the bear and water-buffalo who took the higher medals. He hated to admit it, but that bear certainly earned that win after knocking Pumpkin onto his back. His muscles were still aching by the time he received his belt, but he hid the pain while smiling respectfully.

Unlike most of his other teammates, Pumpkin managed to avoid hitting the showers immediately after the matches concluded. Even though he was absolutely drenched with his singlet soaked entirely through, he felt comfortable enough in his musk to just need a light break. He sat down on one of the back bleachers for a while, browsing his phone and allowing his heart rate to slow down. Although for some reason, that was easier said than done while scrolling down his personal pics.

Pumpkin smiled a few times to himself, especially while looking back at photos he and Crash took over the past few weeks. Since the two spent nearly a whole week bunked up during Pumpkin’s Rut spell, it wasn’t too surprising that they ended up taking a ton of photos of their sexual exploits. He seemed to be in a specific mood throughout that phase, since there were several upclose, high-definition pics of his knot stretching out Crash’s tight little hole. He made sure that he was alone while browsing, but the glowing screen showed how much his face was blushing. Pumpkin smirked with a light chuckle, and slowed his swiping paw when he glossed through some of the less-risque photos.

Amongst the sea of cock-pics, cumshots and gaping holes that he managed to collect during their week, there were also a lot of pics of him and Crash just cuddling in bed together. It started off with a few cutesy photos for irony-sake, like making funny faces or just passing time before the next bout of Rut swept in. But for some reason, Pumpkin ended up taking far more photos of Crash’s face than he remembered. Most of them were midway through their sessions when the ram’s expressions were at their blushiest, but those moans of rapture still looked cute in retrospect. He eventually stopped on one of the first selfie pics they took together, when the two were crammed together in Pumpkin’s bed after being tied together especially hard. Pumpkin had his head over the ram’s shoulder, and his eyes were closed like he was trying to recollect himself; meanwhile, Crash took that opportunity to sneak a playful kiss to Pumpkin’s cheek when the picture was being taken.

He hadn’t noticed that response in the picture until now, but it definitely made Pumpkin’s brows raise slightly.

“H-Hey! There you are, dude…”

Pumpkin looked up from his phone, and smiled when he saw Crash walk into the empty space with a prideful grin. He was carrying a plastic bag, which looked to be filled with a good amount of items from the convenience shop nearby. He reached in to take out an ice-cold bottle of the grape sports drink he knew Pumpkin liked, and tossed it over to him. “You're still in your outfit? Jeeze, even I would’ve cleaned up by now…”

Pumpkin just scoffed before taking the drink with a gracious nod. “Hey, if you want me to shower, just ask…” He took that moment to take a hearty swig from the bottle, and savored the faux-sugary sweetness when he downed the electrolytes slowly. Meanwhile, Crash merely bit his lip and looked away with a patient, albeit knowing blush behind his silent smile. Despite obviously hearing Pumpkin’s offer, the ram refrained from making any suggestions himself. Because of that, Pumpkin had a much cockier smile when he finally finished his drink. “Hmph~ Figured as much…”

Crash blushed a bit deeper in embarrassment, but tried not to let that show as he scratched the back of his blonde hair. “Heh heh, uhhh… S-Still though, congratulations! I’m not gonna lie, there’s no way I could’ve handled those matches as well as you out there.”

“Aww, thanks man…” Pumpkin appreciated those words of praise, but he ended up startling himself from how badly his cheeks burned from the flattery. He had to avert his face from Crash before he could see how quickly he blushed with a flustered smile. After breathing out pertly enough, he tried to give a light shrug and respond with, “H-Hey, don’t sell yourself short. I’ve seen you lift more than most of the competition out there. I have no doubt you’d be a threat~”

“Heh…” Crash wasn’t sure how to feel about that compliment, but he could tell that Pumpkin was being genuine. While he may have not been trained in the basic techniques of wrestling, he knew that his sheer strength and bulk could make him a valid opponent in certain circumstances. Nevertheless, he was quick to point out, “Well, probably not against a champ like you…”

Crash tried to chuckle lightly after that complimentary dismissal. However, since his eyes were turned away from the amber ram, he was caught off-guard when he heard him speak.

“You sure, dude? Because I wouldn’t mind seeing how you’d perform…”

Crash turned back to his friend, just in time to see Pumpkin’s eyes widen a bit in surprise himself. The ram blinked a couple times while looking off for a moment, before blushing with a sheepish smirk. “Uhhh, I mean, ummm… N-Nothing serious or anything. I just… I figured you might be curious since you… you were watching a lot…”

With the way Pumpkin skewed his head away from him, he was basically testing the waters to see how Crash would respond. The gray ram looked around with a bitten lip, but was grateful that it was still just the two of them alone. He tried to stay polite when he asked, “Well, ummm… Did you mean, like… Now? Because I doubt you’d wanna do that right after that tournament.”

“Eh, I’m honestly not that wiped-out.” Pumpkin gave a big stretch while standing upright, emphasizing his physical prowess when he revealed a more sincere smile. “Besides, I was planning to shower soon enough… Or, soonish, maybe… Either way, I could get a few rounds in if you’re up for it~”

Crash couldn’t help shivering a little, but his smile remained more friendly than flustered from such an offer. Even in such a casual environment, it was hard for him to stay in focus when Pumpkin’s scent was coming off particularly ripe. The musk was strong enough to make him swallow some excess drool before he could talk. “Uhhh… Should… S-Should I change, or…”

Crash looked down at his outfit, which was much more civilian than the drenched singlet Pumpkin was now sporting. He was donning a simple light-blue hoodie and basketball shorts, and his blush seemed to indicate that not much else was underneath. Pumpkin narrowed his eyes on him with a light hum, his smirking muzzle hinting that he knew that detail just as well as Crash.

“Well… I might have a spare singlet in my locker. Although, uhhh…” He took a second to think over what he needed to say next. But when he saw how blushy Crash was looking, Pumpkin took that opportunity to walk up to him with a more seductive grin appearing on his face. He leaned in close to the ram before clarifying, “I’ll warn ya, though… I don’t exactly remember the last time I had it cleaned…”

Crash’s eyes shot wide-open, and he stood frozen in place while staring back at Pumpkin’s knowing smirk. He didn’t say anything for a couple seconds, which prompted the other ram to shrug playfully. “It’s just an idea. If you’d rather wai--”

“Okay, let’s do it.”

Pumpkin almost finished his statement before realizing his friend interrupted him so suddenly. His head reeled back a little, just in time to see how wide Crash’s eyes grew in confirmation. Despite the ram’s deep blush and nervously-wide eyes, he gave a firm nod to confirm what he just said.

“... I… I’m fine with doing that~”

Pumpkin needed a second, but he quickly grinned back at him before motioning towards the locker rooms nearby. “Alright then~ And lucky for you, I know where the mats are stored. And I know just the place to set us up…”

[hr]

A Quick Change of Clothing and Scenery Later…

“Mmmmmpphhhhh…”

Crash needed a moment to himself when he got changed in the locker room. It was almost jarring to get himself in a sweaty gym-outfit all alone, making him feel like some pervert rifling through another guy’s dirty laundry. And since he had no underwear underneath his shorts, he couldn’t help cringing when his bare nethers touched the inside of his roommate’s musky, damp singlet. The sweaty lycra clung to his fur, and caused him to shiver when the initial clamminess tingled his nerves uncomfortably; but after pulling the straps over his shoulders, he eventually settled into the outfit well enough for his own body-heat to adjust things. Nevertheless, the ram was still blushing hard when he looked down at the used and borrowed uniform hugging his body like a coat of paint.

“Oooh, nice!~” Pumpkin poked his head through the open doorway, and grinned when he saw how well his roommate wore his spare uniform. He even gave a thumbs-up and added, “Nice bulge, by the way~”

“Nnnnghh!” Crash yelped and tried to pull away from Pumpkin’s line of sight. Unfortunately, even after covering his crotch with both paws and turning around, he winced when he looked down and saw how apparent his cock-bulge truly was. Every curve and crevice of his member was outlined with immaculate detail through the fabric, and was exacerbated from how it was positioned. Instead of trying to tuck it between his legs, or against the inside of one of his thighs, his lack of underwear meant that his semi-flaccid cock was pulled upward and pressed up tightly against his stomach. It gave such a thorough look at the ram’s length from head to balls, Crash was sure that it would’ve been more exposing than if he was just naked.

Pumpkin chuckled a little with a smirk, but made sure to speak up before Crash could reach into his singlet. “Hey, don’t worry about it, dude. We’ve both seen way more than that already.”

“Hmph, true…” Crash reluctantly turned back around, but was standing rather timidly while his member twitched against his restraining getup. He tried to stand in a more confident pose before Pumpkin, but the roommate’s eyes were clearly still pointed at that bulge. Crash groaned a little with a blush, while his paws awkwardly hovered around the sides of his hips. He seemed unsure whether to hide his bulge or let it show; however, Pumpkin decided to help his friend when he strided into the locker-room and hunched over one of the benches.

“Here, lemme make it even between us…” Since this wasn’t going to be a ‘regulation match’, Pumpkin didn’t mind stripping off his singlet briefly to remove his jock. Crash stood with a startled gasp and looked around, hopeful that there weren’t any looky-loos or hidden cameras to catch Pumpkin like this. The ram peeled off his jock with ease, with the yellowed cotton absolutely soaked as sweat already began dripping through the bottom. He dropped it to the bench with an audible splat, which made Crash gulp and shudder silently. But while the clothed ram stood with his cock-bulge growing immensely in the lycra, Pumpkin was quick to get his singlet back on without anything else underneath. “Aaaahhhh… Here we go~”

With that, Pumpkin stood with a prideful grin with his paws at his hips, while his own half-erect cock pushed hard against the elastic material. He had his cock pulled upward like Crash’s, so at least their faux-pas was now a faux-pair. If anything, it helped Crash feel less embarrassed when he smiled through his blush. Pumpkin huffed and picked his discarded jock back up before exiting the room.

“C’mon, Crash…” He stopped right at the doorway before turning his head with a more devilish grin. He held up his sweaty jock enticingly like he was trying to lure a pet with a tasty treat. While Crash tensed up with his blush growing heavier, Pumpkin smirked with a taunting jab in his direction. “Who knows… If you can pin me down, maybe you can take this from me~”

With that, Pumpkin left so he could meet his fellow ram on the mats. Crash immediately rushed out of the locker room while his muzzle was clenched, but his paws were also tightly gripped in an attempt to control himself. Even though his singlet was tenting hard around the crotch, his cockhead could barely lift more than a half-inch from his stomach before being pulled back in like a flytrap. It may have already been dirty and soaked, but Crash had to look down and make sure he wasn’t leaking any precum through the lycra already.

“Here we go!” Near the back of the gym, which was thankfully away from most of the stands, one of the remaining wrestling mats was still out on the floor. Crash looked around for a moment to remember where Pumpkin was during the tournament, and realized that this mat was likely one of the spares they had on standby in case of any punctures. But since no claws or talons came into play the whole tournament, this clean mat was just lying out forgotten for morning staff to pick up later. Crash certainly wasn’t one to complain, especially after seeing Pumpkin walk across it to test the stability. “Ooh, this is perfect! You need any prep-work?”

“Uhhh, I don’t think so…” Crash stepped onto the mat without any shoes, and shrugged from the surprisingly gentle firmness of the padding. It was just like the ones he used for weightlifting practice, so he was confident in how well it could cushion his own weight this time around. Pumpkin stepped back while keeping a cocky smirk, and he took advantage of the moment by taking his used jockstrap with both paws. Instead of removing his singlet again, the ram actually pulled the jockstrap over his outfit so it was wrapped around the outside like some comedy skit. It wasn’t until the waistband snapped into place that Crash noticed and went wide-eyed with a surprised, “Oh!”

“Heh~ I thought that’d get your attention…” Pumpkin stood confidently on his side of the mat, and narrowed his eyes on Crash when he gave a “come hither” motion with a raised digit. “C’mooooonnnnn… If you can get it off, I’ll let you have it~”

“Nnnnnnfffff…” Crash averted his eyes with a deeper blush, and shuddered before muttering, “Y-You tease…”

“Hey, it’s only a tease if I don’t own up to it. But you’ll never know if you don’t try…”

Pumpkin widened his legs, and squatted down to get in a preparatory stance. He hunched down like he was about to throw a football to an invisible quarterback, and perked his brows a couple times up at Crash. His roommate only hesitated for a second, but breathed out contentedly enough to mimic Pumpkin’s position on the mat. The two rams got into position, with their unprotected horns facing one another within the darkened gym.

Pumpkin already proved his worth on the mat earlier, so now he was just eyeing his opponent like he was about to roll around with a cuddly mascot. As for Crash, he was biting his lip and trying his best to think of an effective strategy plan.

“Three, two, one, GO!!!” Pumpkin purposely counted too fast, and lunged in before Crash had a moment to react. He tackled the ram with a shoulder hitting Crash’s chest, and both of his arms wrapping around his back with the swiftness of a venus fly-trap. He pushed forward with both his legs braced against the mat, not even needing to exert much force to get Crash off-balance. All that Crash could let out was a split-second yelp, just before he was slammed back-first onto the mat. Pumpkin pounded him mercilessly with all his weight, compressing the ram like an accordion and knocking all the wind out of him.

“MMMMPHHHHHHhhhhhhhh…” Crash’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets from the intensity of that fall. Luckily, Pumpkin took enough notice to instantly pull off before any counter could be made. As soon as he got off, Crash was able to take a deep breath and clutch his chest. Pumpkin cringed and looked away for a second, but Crash soon exhaled more naturally while his eyes were closed. “Huuuuuhhhhhh… Huuuuuhhhhh… Aaaaaahhhhhh…”

“Okay, uhhh… that one’s on me.” Pumpkin pulled back and gave an apologetic shrug. “Err, sorry about that… Kinda hard to get out of ‘Competitive Mode’ sometimes, y’know?”

“Nnnnghhhh… Y-Yeah, I get it…” His voice came out in a harsh-sounding wheeze, but his response was still genuine enough to quell Pumpkin’s nerves. Crash got himself back on his knees, but needed another moment to rub his ribs and check for any damage. After making sure there were no broken bones, he breathed out pertly and shot a smirk back at Pumpkin. “Hmmm… how about this: Instead of fighting like in the tournament, maybe we should do it for another goal…”

Pumpkin tilted his head with slight intrigue. “Hmmm… How so?”

“Well, like this!” Without warning, Crash lunged in and tackled the ram to the ground. Even with Pumpkin’s expertise, it wasn’t exactly easy to deflect a direct grab from a literal power-lifter. Crash not only managed to pick up Pumpkin with a started shriek, but he fully reciprocated the precious “match” when he threw him into his back. The ram cried out with a sharp wince, but he was quick to get his legs wrapped around Crach’s back and pin him in tightly. Crash grunted a little, and his arms got around Pumpkin’s back in response. “Nnnnghhh… Good one~”

“Same to you! Aaaahhhh…” Pumpkin tensed up and tried to squeeze his thighs, just as he felt Crash doing the same with his biceps. The two grunted and squirmed for a good half-minute, but they proved to be equally-matched when it came to close-quarter grappling. By the time both of them settled down enough to breathe, their faces were close enough for the hot breath from their snouts to repeatedly hit each other’s faces. Of course, they were close enough not to be bothered by that, and they merely smirked at one another while locked in embrace. “Nnnnghhhh… So, uhhh… what were you thinking we could spar for?”

“Just a simple question/answer game.” Crash rolled his eyes with a smile and tried to speak casually. “You know, like… If I pin you, I ask you a question, and you can ask me a question if I get pinned.”

“Ahh, alright! Like… twenty questions or something, right?”

“Yeah, exactly! A-Although twenty might be a bit much for you, you know…” Crash’s smile faltered a little as he motioned around the massive gymnasium that they two spent most of their day inside already. Pumpkin nodded without much question, since he would’ve been pissed to play a full game of Twenty Questions like that right after a tournament. Crash made sure to add, “Just… as long as you wanna keep going, alright? No pressure.”

“Yeah, I get that. No prob.” Pumpkin gave a light shrug, which was enough for both of them to let go and reposition themselves. With the rules now better established, the rams got back in sparring poses opposite one another. Pumpkin raised a paw this time, as did Crash, which helped them on more equal ground before he threw his arm back down. As soon as he gave that motion, they collided with each other and locked arms in an iron-like grip. Both of them groaned hard, but Pumpkin got the upper-paw when he strengthened his legs against the other ram. “Nnnnnghhhh!!”

Much like the first match, Pumpkin’s experience shone through when he once again pinned Crash onto his back. The other ram may have been inexperienced, but he gritted his teeth and held his grip well enough to maintain close contact. He tried his best to scooch back against the mat, but it was fruitless against Pumpkin’s weight. After a few seconds of resistance, Crash groaned and relaxed his body in defeat. “Aaahhhhh, dammit.”

“HA! Knew you’d focus more on your lower half.” Pumpkin kept a cocky grin for only another seconds before loosening his grip. However, he still had Crash firmly pinned on his back while mounting him from atop. With the way their bodies were positioned, it would be easy enough for Pumpkin to squat back and have his ass touch the bulge of Crash’s crotch. But instead, the ram just kept his smirk and asked, “Alright then… Question Number One: After my third match against that zebra guy, I saw you leave the stands to go and have a ‘bathroom break’...”

Crash went wide-eyed in an instant, but his blush said more than his closed mouth was willing to spill. Meanwhile, Pumpkin tilted his head with a stifled chuckle. “Hmph… Did you really go to the bathroom, or did you just need to rub one out?~”

“Nnnghh! D-Dude!” He tried to squirm a little under Pumpkin’s weight, but the mat’s grippy texture ensured that the ram couldn’t just slide out from under his opponent. His eyes veered away from his roommate’s knowing grin, but he couldn’t hide the guilty skew across his muzzle. He let out a brief huff through his nostrils. “Ummm… I, errr… I sorta… I-I kinda had to deal with it, y’know?”

“Okay, yeah,” admitted Pumpkin with a shrug of his own. “Fair enough. My face did get all up in that guy’s junk in the second round~”

“Y-Yeah, holy fuck…” Crash closed his eyes and shuddered hard; meanwhile, his tenting bulge twitched quite readily to the mental image that only popped in his head for a split-second. It may have been weird seeing another guy’s ass in Pumpkin’s face during the match, but damn was that zebra-bulge a sight to behold. He was almost surprised Pumpkin didn't have a black-eye, since he could’ve sworn that tightly-packed crotch collided with his face more than a couple times before the whistle was blown. “... dude, was he even wearing a jockstrap out there?! It looked like he had a squirrel stuffed in there.”

Pumpkin laughed out-loud when he let Crash go. The roommate giggled a little himself, and got back on his feet after making sure he was alright. Unlike that first collision, he felt perfectly fine for another round right off the bat. When he got back into position, Pumpkin nodded with a more confident smile of his own. “Yeah, there you go! C’mon, let’s do it!”

The two quickly got back in their stances, with Pumpkin once again motioning for the match to start with a drop of his arm. As soon as his paw smacked the mat, the two lunged in once again. This time, Crash tried to rush in a bit lower so he could get under Pumpkin’s body. His head torpedoed straight between Pumpkin’s open legs, and provided the perfect angle for Crash to grab hold of his roommate’s thighs.

“W-Whoa! OHHH!” Just like in his match against the boar, Pumpkin was now on the receiving end when he was caught off-guard by Crash’s play. As soon as he got a good grip on Pumpkin’s legs, he used his powerlifting skills to easily yank him off his feet. With a swift push of his legs, Crash managed to throw Pumpkin completely over so he yelped and fell straight onto his back. The impact was thankfully muffled with all the padding, but the ram still winced when he was thrown over his head and left lying in a stupor. “Gah! What the… Nnnnghhhh…”

Pumpkin slowly pulled himself back up, and got to a seated position across from Crash. His opponent was laying on his side in a more casual position, like he was posing for some smutty calendar photoshoot. Crash waited long enough to make sure Pumpkin was still conscious before speaking. “Okay, Pumpkin! Here’s my question for you, ummm…”

Despite trying to sound confident, his voice faltered a little after that brief pause. He ended up blushing a little as he avoided looking over at Pumpkin directly. “... I, uhhh… I was curious. Have you ever, uhhhh… D-Done anything with those guys?”

Crash winced from how bad that question sounded out-loud, and not just from the implied desperation he felt. Given how well things were going between him and Pumpkin, the last thing they needed was him overthinking things or making assumptions. But alas, with that question now out in the air, all he could do was wait for an answer. Pumpkin had both his brows raised for a moment in surprise, but eventually rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Pbbt! You serious, bruh? Look, I might have a type, but I’m not some horn-dog that’ll just bone any dude with muscles and a hard-on.”

“N-No, no! No, I didn’t mean it like that!” Crash quickly threw up his paws and tried to diffuse that implication. “I-I was just asking if--”

“And even if there were any other dudes in wrestling that swung that way, which like… there actually aren’t that many, to be totally honest… that wouldn’t be my thing either.” Pumpkin raised a paw and spoke with a more earnest smile to match his tone of voice. “If there’s anything I learned from earning my scholarships, it’s that my athletics are just as important as any job. And the number one rule of any job is: Never stick your pen in the company ink. I wouldn’t fuck a coworker between shifts, and I wouldn’t fuck a teammate between matches. It’s only logical, dude.”

Crash wasn’t sure what he was expecting to hear as an answer, but that testimony actually made his eyes widen in stunned silence. He only needed a second before nodding his head. “... huh. I… I can’t really fault that logic.”

“Yeah, totally. Hmm…” Pumpkin thought it over for another moment, and decided to add with a more timid shrug. “Although, uhhh… I think I mentioned that fox from my high school prom, right?”

Crash blinked a couple times and gave a light nod. He recalled Pumpkin mentioning a past partner, but not much was said. “Yeah, his name was Bryce,” continued Pumpkin. “He was technically the only other dude I topped before you, but he couldn’t even take my knot or anything. The most I did was give him a facial, but that’s about it.”

“Aaahhhh…” Crash nodded once more. “Okay, I get it. I was just wondering, y’know?”

“Oh? And why’s that?~”

Crash blushed quite a bit when he caught the inflection in Pumpkin’s voice, and turned to see the ram’s piqued smirk. Before he could get a chance to respond, Pumpkin’s face lit up when he gave a sudden, “OH! How about this?~”

Instead of starting another match properly, Pumpkin took advantage of his friend’s vulnerable position to rush in and tackle him to the mat again. It wasn’t hard enough to knock the wind out of Crash, but it still caught him off-guard long enough for Pumpkin to get the easy win. Even when Crash tried rolling over, all he did was get himself pinned to the floor with Pumpkin over his back. It honestly wasn’t the first time the two had been in such a position, so both of their faces were notably blushed while Pumpkin was mounting him. “Mnnnghhhh… Okay, next question~”

Crash groaned and squirmed under Pumpkin’s body, but he also shivered when he felt that obvious prodding against his ass from behind. Pumpkin’s jockstrap was nothing more than a fashion accessory while outside his singlet, so Crash could feel every distinct throb and twitch of that knotted cock rubbing through two layers of elastic fabric. Pumpkin wrapped his arms around his roommate’s chest, and held him close so he could whisper into his ear “Theeerrrrreeee you go… Now then: If I may ask, why are you so curious about who I sleep with outside our dorm?~”

“Uhhh, n-no reason!” He tried to blurt that answer out genuinely enough, but Pumpkin could tell that his squirming was hiding more to that answer. He only needed to maintain his grip for a few more seconds before Crash closed his eyes and sighed in defeat. “Nnnnghhhh… I, uhhh…” After his momentary pause, Crash averted his eyes and muttered out, “I just… W-When I saw you out there today, I figured that you could’ve easily, uhhh… you know…”

“Hmph~ I know what?” Pumpkin nestled in closer to Crash’s ear while keeping a teasing smirk. “That you thought I’d slut myself out in the locker rooms or something?”

“N-NO!” Crash winced and felt his blush growing hotter across his cheeks. “I-I didn’t say that! I just… I don’t know!”

“Hey, I get it…” Pumpkin finally let him go again, allowing Crash to roll off his stomach. The gray ram took a couple breaths while he rolled onto his back. While Crash was lying down, Pumpkin shrugged with an unoffended smirk. “I mean, there’s definitely a lot to find hot about wrestling, but it’s not like I’m constantly horny because of it. It’s like if you worked in an ice cream shop or something; like, yeah it’s great at first, but eventually you’re not gonna be hungry for ice cream while surrounded by it, y’know?”

Crash narrowed his eyes on him briefly in confusion, but quickly raised both brows when he got the point. He waited briefly enough to think of a valid response before pulling himself off the mat. “Well, uhhh… Okay, first off, that’s a damn good comparison.”

“Hmph~” Pumpkin smiled rather proudly from that compliment. “Thank you!”

“But uhhh…” When he got back on his feet, Crash had to look away with a nervous wince while rubbing his neck. “J-Just so you know, I wasn’t assuming anything like that. I mean… I was just curious if… Uhhhh…” His blush deepened while pointing his muzzle away from the other ram.

In response, Pumpkin narrowed his eyes on him before lowering himself on the mat. Crash almost didn’t realize what was happening until he looked down and saw Pumpkin in a wide and readied stance. “You know… If you’re wanting to ask a question, you should know how to get me to answer…”

Crash blushed a bit heavier, but his eyes refused to blink while staring down at Pumpkin. All he could do was breathe out silently, before giving a light nod and mimicking his pose. He got down in a preparatory stance once more, hunched low and facing Pumpkin directly. The amber ram may have been grinning wide with a satisfied huff, but Crash tried not to feel too deterred when he let out a sharper exhale.

“Nnnnfff… Uhhhh… T-Three, two, one, GO!” Crash tried not to count down too quickly, but it seemed he caught Pumpkin by surprise when he lunged forward first. The two immediately locked up in a tight hold, with both their leg muscles straining under their combined weight. Pumpkin tried to get his arms around Crash’s torso, but that was easier said than done when the ram was pressing his horns against his roommate’s chest. Crash may have not been nearly as skilled on the mats, but he had enough brute strength to grab hold of Pumpkin by his thighs and yank him off the ground.

“GNNAAHHH!!” Pumpkin let out a startled yelp, and was brutally thrown to the floor with an effective tackle. Crash was quick to get himself atop the ram with his arms locked around his chest, and both legs wrapped around Pumpkin’s so he couldn’t kick away. There was a bit of struggling and a hard groan from Pumpkin, but he eventually breathed out and relaxed in Crash’s grip. “Nnnnghhh… A-Alright, buddy,” he said while using a free paw to tap his friend’s thigh. “I’ll talk, I’ll talk…”

Crash let go of him and rolled off of his back. Pumpkin groaned a little when he got back up, but he didn’t seem injured by that takedown. In fact, he was still smiling a little when he sat upright across from Crash. “Alright, so… what’s your question, dude?”

Crash blushed a little more deeply, and had to close his eyes in order to take a breath. “Okay, uhhh… I was wondering, do…” After a moment of hesitation, he reopened his eyes to look back at Pumpkin meekly. “Do you… h-have anyone else you’re close with? Like… you know…”

Crash winced from how pathetic that last part sounded out loud, which made him hang his head with another groan. Pumpkin couldn’t help chuckling a little, but he quickly stopped before his roommate could get upset. “Heh~ You mean like what we got?”

That was more than enough to make Crash hide his face behind his paws. Pumpkin thankfully didn’t giggle that time around, and just replied, “Well, I can safely answer that with a big fat ‘No.’ There’s nobody else like you, Crash~”

The ram’s head jerked back upright, escaping his paws with a wide-eyed stare back at Pumpkin. It took him a few seconds to process what he just heard, even though he knew it didn’t inherently mean anything. Regardless, his face was still burning hotly when he gave a brief, sheepish nod in understanding. “Oh, uhhhh… O-Okay, cool. I just… I just wanted to check since uhhh…”

“... since what?~”

Pumpkin’s interruption got the other ram to hang his head again. Crash could barely function while getting more flustered by the second, and he wasn’t sure how easily he could respond without saying too much. His muzzle clenched for a moment, leaving only silence between himself and Pumpkin. As soon as he averted his eyes in an attempt to gather his thoughts, that was when Pumpkin struck.

“W-W-WHOAAAA!!!”

With a sudden hard thump, Crash was left in a daze when he found himself on his back again. Pumpkin was grinning down at him with his paws grabbing Crash’s shoulders, and his ass straddling the ram’s stomach. Crash found himself unable to move, although that was mostly because he was caught staring up at Pumpkin with a stunned-looking gaze. The winning ram huffed with a cocky smirk, and took that moment to tilt his head curiously. “Alright, now you gotta answer that. Since. What?~”

Crash didn’t expect his roommate to repeat that rhetorical question for their game, but there was no referee nearby to call Pumpkin out on his sportsmanship. The ram kept blushing hard while pinned on his back, and he tried readjusting his legs so he couldn’t feel so strained from the waist down. He breathed out through his nostrils when he stared back up at Pumpkin. Seeing the ram’s patient, albeit smug little smile, Crash only needed a few seconds before relenting with a sigh.

“Ughhhh…” Since Pumpkin had him right where he wanted him, Crash didn’t try to slide away from that question. “S… S-Since, uhhh… Since it’s been a while since we had that ‘Agreement’ thing about us fooling around. And I… I wasn’t sure whether that was exclusive or not…”

Pumpkin blinked a couple times, and then shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, that’s it? Well… You tell me, have you been with anyone else?”

Even though Pumpkin didn’t take down Crash again to ask that question, the ram shook his head firmly. “Uhhh, no,” he admitted while trying not to clench his muzzle. “I haven’t been with anyone either… J… Just you~”

Neither of them said anything for a while, and just looked at one another while Crash was still lying on his back. The ram could feel his heartbeat thundering against his chest like an asthmatic xenomorph was trying to break out. Meanwhile, Pumpkin grew a warmer smile while looking down at him. After an appreciative nod, Pumpkin finally rolled off and patted Crash’s chest. “Well, now we both know that for future reference.”

“Yeah, I… I guess so, yeah…” Crash got up with a flustered chuckle to hide how frazzled he was feeling in that moment. He was grateful that Pumpkin was taking things so well, but it was hard for him not to worry about what might happen next. Pumpkin seemed to notice the slightly conflicted look on his face, and he decided to lean in and take things to the next level.

“Okay, final match!” Before Crash could have a second to react, he yelped out when Pumpkin took him by surprise and grabbed the waistband of his jockstrap. He easily slid it off the outside of Crash’s borrowed singlet, leaving him just as exposed and bulging at the crotch as Pumpkin. Both of them had their endowments showing quite prominently through their thin layers of neoprene, but Pumpkin was confident enough not to let it faze him. Instead, he smugly held up the sweaty jock while grinning down at his roommate. “Alright, Crash! Here’s how it goes… If you can pin me down, you can ask me ANY question you want. And I promise I’ll answer honestly, if that’s what you really want…”

Pumpkin’s wording made Crash’s eyes widen, and he sat more upright with a newfound look of realization. Even though the ram said that quite casually, it definitely seemed like he was implying something more. Crash didn’t want to instantly assume anything, but he breathed out shakily from the prospect. Pumpkin narrowed his eyes more seductively, and huffed when he stated the other half of that deal.

“And if I win, you gotta wear this jock on your face until you shoot your load~”

Crash nearly gave himself whiplash from how quickly he tilted his head from that jarring addition. Unfortunately, it seemed that his other head was thinking a bit clearer than the one on top, as the bulge at his crotch throbbed readily at Pumpkin’s idea. Crash wasn’t even able to hide the erection he was sporting through his singlet, so he just blushed with an embarrassed grimace. Meanwhile, Pumpkin stood rather proudly with the equally rigid bulge stretching his own uniform. “Is that a deal?” he asked snidely, even going as far as perking his brows.

Crash blinked a couple times befuddled, but quickly exhaled and gave a nod. “... d… d-deal…”

Pumpkin was the first to get up, and he held out his paw to help Crash on his feet. The roommate graciously accepted, although he was still blushing when he got back to standing. The two got in their ready positions across from each other, with only the moonlight from the gym windows illuminating the mat like nature’s spotlight. Both of them narrowed their eyes on one another with confident, determined smiles on their muzzles. Their heads lowered to face one another, going true ram-on-ram for this final match.

“Three…”

“T-Two…”

“One…”

“GO!!!”

Both of them shouted that at the same time, just before lunging forward and colliding with their full weight combined. It was like two freight trains hitting head-on on the same track, as the sound of their muscular bodies hitting echoed out far across the gymnasium. Both rams groaned and tensed up on each other’s grip. Pumpkin quickly got the advantage as he got himself straddled over Crash’s back, allowing him to dig the ram’s muzzle under his right arm.

“Nnnnnnghhhh… T-There you go~” He grinned devilishly and repositioned himself, pulling Crash down a bit lower so he was half-crouched with his head tilted outward sideways. As he groaned and struggled against Pumpkin’s biceps, his muzzle tightened up when he felt all that warm, soaking fur brushing against his snout. Another contortion of his muscles gave Pumpkin another up on his competition, strengthening his hold and making him chuckle between breaths. “Aahhh… heh heh~ Go ahead, big guy… I know you want it~”

Pumpkin may have been stating the obvious to his roommate, but that didn’t make it any less flustering to Crash while he writhed against Pumpkin’s sweaty grip. He tried his best not to breathe, since he was sure he’d lose the instant he caught a good whiff of his roommate’s pit up close. Heck, there’s a good chance he’d cum in his singlet before the jockstrap could even be used. “Mmmmmmphhhhh…”

Pumpkin’s sweaty pit grinded hard against his muzzle, smearing all over his snout and matting down the gray fur to make it nearly black. Crash groaned with his lips quivering. His nostrils direly flared out without sucking in a single ounce. Saliva could be felt collecting in his trembling maw, but he kept himself from drooling all over the mat like a hungry dog. As much as would’ve loved to suck in a couple good breaths of that musk, he tried to keep himself in focus for this particular round.

“Nnnnghhh!!!” Crash refused to let up, and actually made Pumpkin let out a surprised “Ooh!” when he pushed forward hard enough to get some movement. Pumpkin’s feet skidded back a few inches across the mat, while his position and stance remained fairly stable. He wasn’t expecting Crash to hold on this well, but that just made him grin more excitedly. He responded by pushing in even harder in response, really grinding his armpit against Crash’s nose. “Yeah, come on! Take it! Maybe after you do, I’ll take you back to the showers~”

“MMmmMMMmmphhh!~” Crash clenched his eyes and struggled even more against that bushy pit. He was finding it harder to hold his breath, but he didn’t have much of a choice when his face was absolutely soaked in Pumpkin’s sweat. The sheer warmth of that pit wrapped around his muzzle was making him leak a steady amount of precum through his singlet. His hips almost thrusted inward a couple times by pure instinct, desperate to give in when Pumpkin was trying so hard to press his buttons. Nevertheless, Crash remained determined enough to keep from breathing in, even when his footing finally gave out beneath him. “Nnnnghhhhaaahhhhh!!”

His face finally broke free of Pumpkin’s pit, just before he fell to his side underneath Pumpkin’s dominant stance. The ram took advantage and quickly got Crash in a tight hold from behind, not caring about regulations one bit when he grinded his crotch against that firm ass. With his muzzle still matted and practically ripping with pit-sweat, Crash couldn’t hold back his arousal when he belted out a hungry moan underneath him. Pumpkin’s thick, twitching bulge grinded up snug against the underside of Crash’s tail, with only a couple layers of elastic neoprene separating flesh from flesh.

“Nnnnghhhhh~” Pumpkin groaned through his teeth and got in a less subtle position atop Crash. He mounted the ram quite abruptly from behind, and let out a deeper purr when he throbbed harder against Crash’s ass. The bottom ram clenched his eyes shut and moaned out once more, but his legs tensed up when he tried to keep himself from getting on his knees. Despite being pinned, his feet continued to push against the mat and hold himself somewhat upright. “Damn, you sure know how to hold on…” Pumpkin huffed with an impressed smirk when he saw his roommate’s fortitude. “You trying to audition for a spot on my team, dude?”

Crash wanted to blush harder from that compliment alone, but he was too eager to move things back his own way. Even with Pumpkin’s weight bearing down on his back, he was more than experienced enough to hold him in place without kneeling down. It was surprising how well he was managing his resolve, especially when his crotch was still leaking precum through the tip of his elastic bulge. But when Pumpkin tried to reposition his footing the tiniest bit, Crash quickly pulled his head back up and freed himself from that forceful lock.

“W-Whoa!” Pumpkin tried to regain control, but Crash was getting the upper-hand now. The gray ram locked his arms tightly around Pumpkin’s midsection, and caught him by surprise when he pulled both of them off their feet. Instead of doing any choreographed dismounts to effectively get Pumpkin subdued, all that Crash could think to do was… fall over.

‘WHUMP!!!’

With a truly ungraceful throw of their bodies to the side, Crash and Pumpkin smacked onto the mat by their sides. It was nothing short of luck that neither of them injured themselves from that fall, especially when they landed on their shoulders and hips. Pumpkin groaned and tried to roll onto his back, letting go of Crash just enough to lose his advantage. Before he could get the chance to reassess himself, he found himself pushed onto his back and lying on the floor.

“Gaaahhhh… W… What the…” Pumpkin blinked a couple times, and took a moment to process everything and make sure he was okay. Despite having technically lost the match (although Crash definitely played a little dirty with that play), he was more grateful that he didn’t feel anything damaged from that fall. Now all he could do was collect his breaths, and lie back while staring up at the ram who was straddling his waist. Crash was firmly seated right above Pumpkin’s crotch, and was staring down at him with a panting breath and a heavy blush.

“Heh~” Pumpkin showed a wide grin after letting out a huff. “Okay, that was a good one. Nice job, dude.”

“T-Thanks…” Crash smiled through his blush, happy to hear the genuine praise in his friend’s voice. But before he could celebrate his hard-earned win, Crash took a moment to pull back one of his paws from his grip on Pumpkin. The other ram tilted his head puzzledly, watching as Crash tried to wipe his muzzle as best as he could with a paw. After groaning a little and managing to get his fur somewhat dried, he was still blushing rather notably when he took a preparatory breath.

“Uhhh… A-Alright then…” He seemed quite nervous when he looked away from Pumpkin, but he didn’t pause for too long while still sitting atop his waist. He wished that he could wash his face first, but he knew time was of the essence. Before he could get cold feet, he took a breath and looked back down at him. “S-So, ummm… You said that I could ask you a-anything… right?”

Pumpkin paused long enough to see how much his roommate was blushing. He wasn’t sure what Crash was about to ask, but he breathed out with a smile and nodded his head regardless. “Yeah, I… I did…”

With that, Crash pulled back so that the other ram could sit upright. Crash was still on his waist, but Pumpkin was easily able to hold himself up on his palms. When he got back to eye-level with Crash, their faces were much closer; luckily for the winner’s sake, Pumpkin wasn’t deterred by the stench of his own musk in the slightest. Crash breathed out much weaker than before, but his bottom lip quivered for only another second.

“Ummm… I, uhhh…” Crash closed his eyes to let out one last huff. He then looked back at the ram in front of him, and pushed through the heat radiating off his face to get his question out in the open. “I… I wanted to ask… Cou… Could I kiss you?”

Those four words hung heavy in the middle of the empty gym, with Crash feeling like they were echoing out all around like mocking voices. He took a silent breath after closing his muzzle, and he held it in wait while Pumpkin was staring back at him. Pumpkin was rather wide-eyed in silence himself, clearly not expecting such a request from his roommate-with-benefits. Fortunately for Crash, the ram’s expression relaxed into a more content smile.

“Hmmmm…” He tilted his head for a moment, most likely just to tease Crash a bit. But after a light nod, Pumpkin was the first to lean in. “Sure, Crash… Sure you can…”

Pumpkin had a confident smile when he moved in first, seeming quite happy that Crash was the one to ask. But before he could get his eyes closed, they shot wide-open when Crash lunged in without warning. Unlike Pumpkin, who was likely expecting a soft and friendly first-time smooch, Crash took his win like a total champ. He went in with both arms wrapping tightly around Pumpkin’s back, and their muzzles made tight contact when he gave him a deep and passionate kiss right on the lips.

“Mmmphhh!!~” Pumpkin was taken aback, and froze in pace while Crash held him in such a tight embrace. The other ram’s eyes were closed in pure contentment, while his muzzle remained open and interlocked with Pumpkin’s. Crash tried not to moan in his friend’s muzzle, but that was easier said than done when their bulges were tightly nestling against each other. After a few seconds of stunned silence, Pumpkin blushed heavily and closed his eyes with a muffled moan of his own. “... mmmmmmffffff…”

Pumpkin slowly wrapped his arms around Crash’s back, and his lips didn’t pull away from that muzzle just yet. Their eyes remained closed as they hugged tighter in that moment of embrace, kissing deeper with the seconds passing them by. The two eventually started full-blown making out, intensifying their first kiss and letting their hearts race more freely in that titillating exchange. Neither of them were sure how long they kissed under the moonlight, but it was doubtful either of them would’ve thought it was long enough. When they finally did break their muzzles apart with a wet pop of their lips, they were both panting heavily with their foreheads nearly touching together, and their cheeks the same shade of blushy crimson.

“Uhhhh… W-Wow…” Pumpkin couldn’t think of anything else to say, and just giggled meekly like a high-schooler behind the bleachers. “Y-You, uhhh… You wanted that win, huh?~”

“Mmhmm…” Crash nodded with a stifled chuckle of his own, although he was able to keep his smiling muzzle closed for the most part. Regardless, he was still smiling optimistically through his blush while seeing Pumpkin’s reaction. Even though he was happy to see that smile, his heart was still pounding painfully hard in wait for a proper response. Pumpkin slowly narrowed his eyes on the ram, and reached out to place a paw on his shoulder.

“Hmmm… I know that was the final match and all, but…” Pumpkin rolled his eyes and gave a more reluctant shrug while smiling away from him. “Could I, uhhh… Could I ask you a question, please?~”

His eyes widened for a second, but Crash kept his face from lighting up just yet. After breathing out softly, he reached up and placed his paw over Pumpkin’s on his shoulder. He then looked back at him with a nod, still smiling with a twinge of hope. “Y-Yeah… Go ahead.”

Pumpkin smiled a little wider, and reached out with his other paw to rest against the side of Crash’s face. That was more than enough to make the ram’s smile tremble, but not enough to pull away. Pumpkin then used that moment to exhale and open his muzzle without hesitation.

“Uhhh… C-Crash, do you… Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

Pumpkin almost made himself freeze up the instant that question escaped his lips. But while he was left wide-eyed and blushy on the mat, he was given an answer almost instantly by Crash. The ram moved in remarkably quick, wrapping both paws around Pumpkin’s head and yanking him in for another deep kiss. This time though, Pumpkin didn’t hesitate nearly as long when he kissed him back just as intensely.

Once again, the two made out for a good while within the darkness of that spacious gym. When they finally pulled back a second time, Crash was close to tears while nodding furiously through his smile. “Y-Y-Yes!” He sputtered out through watery eyes, although he was quick to wipe his cheeks with the back of his paw. “Yes, of course! I… I will.”

Pumpkin let out a relieved sigh of his own. He leaned in to hold Crash in close, while the other ram did the same. The two were still entwined on the mat, basking in their sweaty gear and admiring one another in ways they knew deep-down couldn’t be replicated with anyone else. They may have started things as roommates, and then friends-with-benefits, but nowadays it couldn't be denied what they were feeling anymore. They didn’t even need to say anything, and just went in for one final kiss to signify how far they came to this fateful moment.

Pumpkin and Crash may have entered the gym as friends earlier that afternoon; but by the time the sun went down, and the two finally left to celebrate Pumpkin’s big win, both of them knew that their college semesters were about to get a lot more complicated as boyfriends.