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Win Any Way You Can

There are always those that have the strongest sense of competition. Going far beyond the usual giving their all, and leaving the 110% effort in the dust, these people will go to any length to win against an opponent so long as its an actual competition. Oh, they would never 'cheat'; not only did that cheapen it, but it would get them thrown out of any future competition even if they got away with it that one time.

Instead, they just got....creative.

Zavis was one of those kind of people. A snake that loved to compete with others, he had plenty of partners that he could enjoy time with. However, one of his favorites was a guy named Andre. They had gone up against each other more times than the snake could count - well, at least more than he could count without some sort of stakes involved - and it always ended in a mix of sweaty bodies and frustrated grins. Either they managed to work themselves to a draw against the other, or one of them got a slight lead, only to lose it in the next match.

Today, Zavis hoped to change that. He had a new plan for how to deal with Andre in their next competition, and he couldn't wait to put it into play.

The snake grinned as he walked up to his comrade's house, knocking on the door lightly before stepping through. "Andre!" he shouted from the doorway. "You home?"

"Heh, you think I'd miss another match, Zavis?" the hyena shouted back. Zavis smiled as he walked through the door, chuckling a bit as he made sure his tail was clear of the door before shutting it. "So, scales, whatcha got in mind for our next match? Another wrestling match?"

" I was thinking arm wrestling," the snake said, flexing his arms slightly. Arms and shoulders alike bulged with the muscles under his scales, and he struck a few poses. "Unless you're afraid of these things?" he said, smirking.

Andre only laughed, striking a pose and flex of his own. The hyena had just as much muscle as Zavis did, and just like always, was not shy about showing it. Andre barely wore anything around the house, and now was no exception, wearing nothing more than a pair of briefs that clung to his body tightly, showing off what little was still covered up. His fur was slightly slick from it being such a warm day, and clung all the tighter to his muscles, emphasizing the lean cords that rippled under the skin.

Not that Zavis was any different; he loved showing off. Even in public he wore little more than a pair of tight running shorts, the kinds that verged on spandex or latex levels of skintight. The snake's scales were a little slick from the heat as well, but for him it just made him shiny, shimmery in the light. The different patterns along his scales rippled as he struck pose after pose.

For a full minute the two of them were lost in a little mini-competition, alternating between different poses, first the snake and then the hyena trying to show off more of their body, more of their muscles. Their faces started to turn red with all the power that they put into their flexes, and both started to sweat a little bit, grunting as they pushed themselves to get as much muscle to show as possible.

Finally Andre shook his head, groaning and rubbing the sides of his head, and when the hyena backed down, Zavis did the same. 'Ugh," he muttered, rubbing his own head a little bit. "So, you up for the arm wrestling after the little headache goes away?"

"Who says we have to wait? You can wait if you want, but I'm ready!" Andre said, his arms shooting away from his head and resting at his sides. The hyena grinned. "Or if you want, you can just admit defeat now. No way that you're going to win in an arm wrestling match against me, you know that."

Stifling a groan and turning it into a chuckle of his own, the snake lowered his arms and gestured for the hyena to lead the way, falling into step behind his opponent. His eyes fell down to the sweaty briefs Andre wore, and for a moment wondered if there were some stakes that he might put on this match. Then again, it might not be so good to put too much on the line; the hyena might push harder if he had his ass on the line.

They walked past the living room to the kitchen, where a table just big enough for the two of them waited. Andre walked around to the far side of the table, leaning against it rather than immediately sitting down. "So, what are the stakes this time around, huh?"

He had to take a moment to think there. He had thought about pushing the hyena for a little anal fun, but he'd decided that would be too much. "Heh, How about the loser gets on his knees and...shows his appreciation?" Zavis suggested, winking. One of his hands slipped down to his waistband, pulling it down a little bit in tease, just in case the wink wasn't enough to get his point across.

"Heh, you're on," Andre said. The hyena started to sit down, but paused before his butt could touch the chair when Zavis held up his hand. "What, you backing out now?"

"Oh hell no." The snake grinned, both of his hands at his waist now, slowly pulling down his tight pants. They clung to his hips for a moment before they started sliding down, his tail sliding out of the hole in the back as he pulled it down his legs. "I think we should just do this naked. You know, so that the person who wins doesn't have to wait to get his reward."

Andre said nothing, but he didn't have to; the grin on his face was enough for the snake to know the hyena loved the idea. The pair of briefs that he wore slid down fast, hitting the floor and getting kicked away in seconds as Andre took his seat. The eager canine pointed to the other seat, impatient to get on with the competition. Again, Zavis couldn't blame him. He felt the same way.

Chuckling as he got his own seat, he extended one arm and laid the other flat on the table. "Heh, you ready to suck my dick?" he taunted.

"You're the one that better be ready to suck mine." Andre clasped his hand tightly, squeezing it a few times before getting a solid grip. "Count it down, scales; you need every advantage you can get if you wanna beat me at arm wrestling."

"Whatever you need to say to feel better about yourself, man." Zavis grinned, his tail twitching behind him. Oh, he was going to enjoy making Andre eat those words. "Three...." He clenched his fist, matching the hyena's grip. "Two...." Both their hands tightened, the two of them struggling and competing in the grip before the contest had even started. "One..." His arm muscles bunched up in preparation, as did Andre's. They were both ready. "Go!" he nearly shouted as he threw his full weight into the push immediately.

Of course, Andre did the same thing, and it was like shoving himself against a wall, a big furry muscular wall that was shoving itself against him just as hard. Zavis grunted softly, feeling a few little beads of sweet forming on his forehead already from the effort. He couldnt' be sure, but he thought he saw some moisture forming on the hyena's head as well. Just like he thought; they were about as equally matched here as they could be. Yeah, their arms wavered from one side to the other, but it was just a few inches, and their hands moved back and forth like a slow metronome.

Well, it seemed like as good a time to try his new idea as any. Locking his eyes with Andre's, Zavis slowly brought his tail up. He kept the movements slow, soft, quiet so that Andre wouldn't look down, but it made it harder to focus on his arms. He slipped a few inches, and he groaned as he pushed his arm back up to where it had been. The hyena grinned at him, squeezing his hand tighter, as if he sensed victory. Zavis only grinned back, allowing himself a slight smirk as he brought his tail under the table, and then over the hyena's bare groin.

As his tail wrapped around the hyena's hard-on, Zavis could barely stop himself from laughing at the shocked face and the slight blush that burned under Andre's fur. "Hey!" Andre grunted, shuffling sideways in his seat, wriggling in a vain attempt to get away from the snake's tail. It wrapped around the shaft tightly, slowly squeezing and stroking up and down. Already Zavis could feel it pulsing, and he would swear that it wasn't just wet with sweat. He used the surprise to get some of his lost edge back, and then pushed Andre's hand past the midpoint, back towards his side of the table. It was almost halfway down to the table top before the hyena managed to pull himself together and stop his push again.

The snake kept up the slow stroking, watching the blush spread across Andre's face. He felt little trembles in the hyena's grip, feeling it weaken for slight moments before getting stronger again. It wouldn't be long now, he was sure of it. Oh, this was a good trick, he thought to himself; he'd have to remember to use it again sometime.

He was so focused on their hands, however, that he never saw Andre's free hand leave the top of the table. Before he knew it, he felt a strong grip on his own shaft, stroking him as eagerly and teasingly as he was stroking the hyena's shaft. Zavis gasped softly, losing his focus for a split second, and just like he had done, Andre took advantage of it.

Thankfully he was able to react before it could go past the midpoint, but the damage was done. His lead was gone, and he felt his scales heating up, both with effort and arousal. The scales on his face were as red as the skin under Andre's fur was, he was sure, but he forced himself to grin at the hyena. Andre gave him the same grin back, tight-mouthed, thin lipped, trying to look cocky and confident when they were both anything but.

All the while he kept up the stroking, just as Andre did on his cock. The sound of their soft stroking was quiet, but it was the only other sound in the room besides their grunts and soft pants for breath. The slight smell of their musks, their arousal was starting to get stronger too, Zavis was sure, but that was something that he might have just been imagining. He forced himself to shut everything else out of his mind, focusing only on the grip he had on Andre's hand and the speed of his stroking on Andre's cock.

The way he saw it, he only had one chance. He had to get his opponent off before he got off. If he could make Andre cum, then there was no way that he could lose, but if he came first...well, then he'd be helpless for that split second that the hyena would need to pin his hand down to the table and get the win. Grunting with the combined effort, he made his tail start stroking faster, squeezing the hyena's cock harder.

Just as he started, though, Andre must have gotten the same idea. He stroked faster for maybe a second or two before Andre copied him, the strong paw on his cock stroking him at the same speed, maybe a little faster. So he tried to go faster, too.

They had three competitions going at once, he thought. They had the arm wrestling competition, trying to get the other person's arm pinned down. They had the stroking contest, trying to get the other person off first, so that they could win the first competition. And they had the staring competition, both of them grinning at the other, blushing and smirking to the best of their abilities, trying to look like this wasn't bothering them at all.

Andre was the first person to open his mouth, panting slightly. "Heh....heh....getting tired? Or maybe...excited?" he asked, squeezing at the base of the snake's cock. "Feels like it..." he muttered, chuckling as Zavis gasped. "Wanna give up, save yourself some...some embarrassment?" he asked, his eyes fluttering for a moment.

"No...way," Zavis panted back. He knew that look. That pause had been a stifled groan, maybe even a moan of pleasure. The snake might have been getting close to his climax, but there was no way that Andre was all that far behind. If it wasn't clear before, they were reaching the home stretch of this little contest, and he put out his strongest effort, feeling the pre running down the end of his tail as he squeezed his opponent's cock tighter, coiling around it like some of his wild ancestors would coil around their prey, squeezing it as tight as he dared as he stroked faster, faster, bringing his coils up and down that cock.

This time, though, there wasn't even a time delay before Andre did the same thing. He must have had the same idea at the same moment, and started stroking him at the same speed, with the same pressure. Zavis couldn't hide his groan, and his eyes closed to slits before he pulled himself back under control. He forced himself to grin again, squeezing his hand tighter on Andre's, just as Andre squeezed his hand tighter on Zavis's.

Both of them leaned in towards each other, closer and closer until their chins almost rested on their clasped hands. They stared at one another above them, Zavis slightly slumped forward, while Andre leaned his head back a little bit, trying to look like he was looking down on Zavis, but only looking like he was posing. They groaned past their sealed lips, twitching as their arms started to tremble from the sustained effort, tail and arm moving quickly to get the other person off first. Neither one looked away, neither one daring to. It was like looking away would be the first step to losing,and neither of them wanted to lose.

Again, Andre spoke. "Heh...getting close there...I recognize it..." he panted softly. "You're gonna blow any second. Give up, man...I'm gonna win."

"Hell no...feel that?" Zavis grinned, squeezing his tail a little tighter around the base of the hyena's cock, even as he groaned in his own pleasure. "You're...you're gonna blow first...you're gonna cum first...and then I'm gonna win...you give up..." he grunted.

"No, you!"

"No, you!"

Their arms trembled, the effort of holding that grip and that pressure against one another starting to show. They clenched their jaws, their grins plastered on their faces as they stared at each other. Hand and tail felt like they were starting to cramp a little, and arm and tail were starting to get tired, moving faster and slower, teasing and stroking, giving pleasure as fast as they could manage to do it. Drops of sweat rolled down their bodies, making them slick, and it was only through luck that neither of them lost their grip due to a sweaty palm or something like that, luck and a strong grip.

Each of their grins started to grow as the seconds ticked by. One of them was going to give out. Soon, very soon, one of them was going to lose his cool, and the other would snatch their victory...and their prize...