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Warning: The following piece contains quite heavy M/M Yiff activity as well as some minor violence. Also castration is mentioned but not actually performed, I know this is an extremely touchy fetish amongst people and don't want to freak anyone out. If you're not of legal age or this does not appeal to you I strongly advise you to not continue. If you do I will not be accountable for your actions, of course idk why I even say that you'll probably read it anyway :)

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Yiffy Rumble

As we all know, furs can be very, sometimes VERY horny creatures. In a quite horny otter's mind a plan was formed, a plan to create a sport with two of a male's necessities, sex and fighting. He is the current CEO for the new battle craze that is sweeping the nation quicker than a broom on a dusty floor. It is called Yiffy Rumble. Yiffy Rumble is an event in which after qualifying events in cities all across the globe, furs can become professionals and battle for actual money. A lot of the furs across the globe are more interested in watching this spectacle rather than participate, however there were a select few who were ready to rumble.

Of course most good things in life also come with a catch, and this otter's twisted sport had a harsh consequence. You must face judgment from the fur you lost to. Normally most furs would require some sort of sexual release in which the losers would gladly grant due to the threat of a much more harsh punishment. The way you lost was one of three ways, you could either get knocked out unconscious, surrender, or be... castrated. The very word sends shivers down every male's spine, you would never be able to compete in another tournament when you were castrated.

The otter who was now swimming in profits from his events had certainly given most furs a reason to fight for, and that was their own jewels. The objective of this sport was to knock out your opponent, make him surrender, or if you really wanted to end his run in the tournament you could remove his pride. However luckily there was a strong comradery amongst the combatants. Much to the otter's dismay very few furs had been castrated so far. Most males would not want their balls removed under any circumstance , so they would not remove anyone's jewels so to build a good reputation to not have theirs removed. It was kind of confusing to most people but in the locker rooms it was a strong sense of do to one as you would do to yourself.

So very rarely would you see a castration, besides all of the males were getting to have a bunch of sex in front of hundreds of screaming, and sometimes even masturbating fans. Today was a special day, some of the best champions from around the country were coming to compete in Los Angeles for the national title, eight of the best contestants from events all around the country were here and ready to go for the Yiffy cup.

Alan was jumping back and forth from hindpaw to hindpaw as he awaited the announcer to call out the names for the first battle. This was the first time the young coyote was going to be on national television and he was in a nervous excitement. He was rolling a strand of sandy brown fur on his waist with his paw as he waited, they had a small television in the top corner above the entrance door on the channel the battle would be broadcasted on. The introduction for the show was starting and he took a nice deep breath trying to calm his frazzled nerves.

He was quite the talented fighter with a few years of mixed martial arts classes under his belt, he was decently cut but by no means a body builder. He had a sandy brown coat with a brownish mask on his muzzle. He finally heard the announcer shout "Welcome to Yiffy Rumble! What's up LA?!?" followed by a roar that shook the building. Alan just grinned as the announcer kept going "Aww yeah! Are you guys ready to rumbleeeeeeeeeee!?!?!?" that was accompanied once again by another roar equally if not more loud. "First we have Alan Samuelson versus Joey "Gargantuan" Greyson!" and the crowd roared its approval. The doors opened admitting the coyote to the brightly lit arena.

He stepped out and was immediately star struck as furs were packed in the large stadium and roared when he entered. The stadium itself was a huge circle about 20 yards across with a large 10 foot wall keeping the combatants in the arena. The floor was made out of a dirt you would likely see at a monster truck derby or something. He was in shock as he looked all over the stadium until his eyes fell onto a huge bull standing across from him at the other entrance door. The bull was grinning from ear to ear at the furs cheering for him until his eyes met the coyote's. His grin turned into a look of determination as the two stepped towards the center of the arena.

The announcer's voice sounded over the speakers "alright guys let's a have a nice clean fight, and at the end maybe a little dirty!" he said as the crowd roared its approval once more. Alan examined Joey closely, the grey bull had huge rippling muscles underneath his thick coat that made him appear as a steroid advertisement. He had no armor or outside weapons as both combatants had agreed to a fur on fur confrontation. He had a huge set of horns atop his bulky head and a set of cocoa brown eyes. He easily had three feet on the coyote in height and at least 200 pounds on the poor yote.

However Alan was known for his incredible ability to turn bad situations into good ones as he had brought down a bull elephant to get here. From what Alan knew beforehand this guy was an honorable fighter and would never even think about neutering anyone. Alan was relieved when he heard this as his reputation was almost a carbon copy of the bull's. Alan glanced down at Joey's huge sheath containing his bull hood. It looked massive and he sported a huge pair of tennis ball sized testicles. The bull and coyote met at the center of the arena and the bull smiled warmly and extended a hand.

The coyote shook it as Joey said "I hear you're quite the fighter, it will be an honor to fight you" he said. Alan returned it and smiled "it will be a good fight, good luck" he said as they stepped back and waited for the bell to sound. Seconds seemed like hours as the two stood in their battle ready stances. The bell sounded, the crowd roared, and the fight was on!

Joey made the first move as he charged after Alan and tried to kick the coyote on the torso. Alan quickly dodged and maneuvered around the bull and landed a nice punch right in the bull's gut. Alan knew that he dominated the bull in speed and stamina, however in strength and power he was dwarfed. Alan knew if the bull landed a couple good shots it was over for him so he had to stay on guard at all times. Joey let out an "oof" as Alan's paw connected in his solar plexus. However he was nearly unfazed by this as he readied himself again for the next attack.

Alan weaved in as quickly as he could and landed another nice shot to the bull's midsection as the crowd cheered on their own personal favorite of the two fighters. Joey brought a hoof around for a big punch but Alan ducked underneath it and landed another shot on the bull's stomach and backed out. Joey was out of breath now at all of his maneuvering to try and dodge the yote and land a shot of his own. Alan was incredibly fast and Joey needed to think of something fast. He watched as the coyote came at him again. Joey just stood and waited as Alan moved in, he punched the bull squarely in the jaw but Joey had hoped for this.

He grabbed the coyote's hand and held him fast as the yote tried desperately to escape the vice-like grip on his wrist. The bull then brought his hoof down right on the coyote's head and then sent him away with a kick squarely to the gut as Alan went flying a few feet before landing on the ground with a thud. Alan got up but he was incredibly woozy and his stomach hurt from the kick. They were both panting as they eyed each other down before charging each other again. They went on and on with Alan landing blow after blow to the bull with Joey only nailing him a couple of times.

After ten minutes they were both out of breath, sweaty, and tired. Alan was incredibly dizzy from the shots to the head he had gotten while Joey was exhausted from blow after blow to the abdomen. Alan wiped the sweat from his forehead and moved towards Joey again. Joey backed away but not before digging his hoof into the ground unseen by anyone and leaving a decent sized hole. Alan followed the bull and ran at him and landed a nice shot to the bull's side. Joey moved over his hole and acted like he was incredibly winded as he put his hooves on his knees and pretended to pant.

Alan moved towards the bull hoping to finish him off but tripped in the hole Joey had made a few feet in front of the bull. The bull then rushed forward and brought his hoof down on the falling coyote's forehead sending him to the ground unconscious. The referee counted the coyote out and the crowd went wild at the battle. Joey stood panting above his fallen adversary grinning as the ref held up his hoof. The referee then backed away allowing Joey judgment of Alan. Joey could castrate him if he pleased but the coyote had just given him his most challenging and fun fight he had ever experienced in his life.

He sat down behind the coyote's rump and caught his breath a moment. He began to massage his calf makers and stroke his sheath as his large bull hood slowly emerged from its fuzzy prison. The crowd was giddy with excitement and anticipation as Joey allowed his length to reach full mast. He grabbed the unconscious yote and guided his rump onto his lap. He lifted Alan by his armpits and positioned the coyote's tail hole right above his member. He rubbed the head of his length on the yote's anus and lubed it up with the drops of pre that had formed on the head of his length.

He then brought the yote slowly down onto his member moaning as his length was welcomed by the tight warm insides of his fallen adversary. His head easily pushed through the coyote's sphincter as the yote was unconscious and he allowed gravity to hilt him into Alan. Alan regained consciousness slowly at the feeling of the invasion on his rear and was horrified with what he saw. Joey was impaling him onto his cock, meaning the coyote had lost. Alan felt really bad his run had come to an end but that feeling was soon replaced with an indescribable amount of pleasure as the bull's length had landed a shot to his prostate much like the knockout blow a few minutes before.

The bull watched as Alan's tongue emerged from his mouth as the yote began panting at the incredible feelings he was now experiencing and Joey couldn't help but grin. Joey then lifted Alan up again by the pits and lowered him right back down all the way to the hilt. The bull began to moan as the coyote's warm tight insides caressed and massaged his throbbing meat. Alan's expression went from pleasure, to pained, right back to pleasure as the bull hilted him again. The coyote's own cock had grown out to full mast at the pleasure he was experiencing from Joey's wood.

Joey began lifting the coyote up and down his length as he began thrusting faster and faster into him. Alan's insides parted slowly and easily for Joey's cock each time he thrust in sending a jolt of blissful pleasure through the coyote and making his own rod leak a stream of pre. Joey wanted to pleasure his opponent also for such a wonderful fight so he brought his mouth down over the coyote's meat. His taste buds were greeted with the coyote's salty pre as he ran his tongue all over the yote's length.

The bull then began to set a pattern, he would pull his length out of the coyote to the head as the coyote's length would enter Joey's warm wet muzzle as he suckled on it. Then the coyote's length would then exit the bull's mouth as he re-hilted himself into Alan making them both moan and shoot more pre-cum. They went on like this for a few minutes as moan after pleasure filled moan escaped both of their mouths. Alan was coming closer and closer to sweet climax as the bull continued to hammer into his rear and suckle at his wood.

The coyote's knot had swollen to full size now and Joey reached a hoofed hand out and started to squeeze and massage any canine's most pleasure filled spot on his length. Alan then thought of the fact on national television he was being forced to allow this bull to hump him without any retaliation. However the coyote had lost and this was required but the thought of this brought a weird embarrassed pleasure through the coyote as he gasped and climaxed right into Joey's muzzle. Joey smiled as he heard Alan gasped and closed his lips around the yote's head as Alan climaxed sending shot after of shot of warm sticky coyote cream right into Joey's mouth.

The flavor of Alan's cum as well as the clenching of his anal walls then brought Joey to climax as he thrust into Alan all the way and held the coyote there as he released his load. What felt like gallons to the coyote worth of bull seed was emptied into the loser's bowels as Alan moaned at the warmth spreading through him. Alan was forced to grab hold of the bull's shoulders to steady himself as they both rode out their orgasms. As they regained their composure Joey smiled at Alan and brought the coyote into a deep passionate kiss depositing the coyote's own load into his muzzle.

Alan swallowed it and melted into the kiss as an incredible passion went through him the likes of which he had never experienced. Joey pulled Alan slowly off of his spent rod and lay him gently down on the ground where Joey's load slowly leaked out. They broke the kiss and Joey stood up and extended a hoof to Alan who accepted it. The bull patted Alan's back and said "that was the most incredible fight I've ever had" with a smile. "Me too" Alan replied as the two strolled off to the shower room. The crowd roared its approval as Joey's name advanced on the bracket, and the names of the next two fighters were brought up on the jumbotron.

In the waiting room a large silver wolf had been watching as the coyote and the bull had sex on the television and then exited the arena. The cleaning crew quickly filled in the hole made by the bull and cover the spots where their love had leaked out. The wolf, Roger, had a reputation of dirtiness. He had gotten here by making most of his opponents surrender after delivering blow after blow right to their jewels. He was known as "Low Blow Mo" as his last name was Morrison.

He honestly didn't care a bit about the opponent's wellbeing as long as he collected the prize money and the fame to go along with it. He cracked his knuckles as the doors opened and he heard the announcer shout "Round 2 just for you ladies and gents! We have Roger 'Low Blow' Morrison going one on one with 'Nasty' Nate Reynolds". Roger had read up on his opponents reputation beforehand and discovered this guy had forty straight knock outs but hadn't injured a soul. He was honorable and had never neutered anybody, so to Roger he didn't know where he got the name "Nasty" from since he fought cleanly and had yet to injure anyone.

He stepped out into the arena where he was greeted with the sight of hundreds of roaring fans as well the large polar bear across from him in the arena. They had each agreed blindly on allowing one outside item in on the fight but no more. Roger had gotten a set of brown leather paw gloves with hardened leather at the knuckles to allow for harder more effective punches to certain... areas. What Nate had brought was still unclear to the wolf as he had the leather looking item clenched in his left paw. He examined the not so white bear more closely, the bear looked awfully grungy and his fur wasn't snow white, it was more of a dirty greyish color.

He was about three feet taller than the wolf and probably had a ton on him as he looked quite fat to the wolf. However in reality he had only 450 pounds on the wolf. They stepped towards the center of the arena as the announcer called out his usual sportsmanship routine. As he got close to the bear a horrible scent hit his nostrils causing his face to scrunch up in a disgusted look. Nate smiled as he extended a paw "now you see where I get nasty from, heh" as the wolf reluctantly shook paws with the grungy polar bear.

"Good luck and hopefully I won't find out where you get the name 'Low Blow' from"Nate said as he chuckled and stepped away from the disgusted wolf as his nostrils were still filled with the bear's stench. The two readied themselves as seconds turned into hours as they awaited the bell to ring. It sounded and the two began circling one another as the crowd roared. The wolf eyed the ursine's large package as his huge member was safely tucked away in his grungy looking sheath. He also supported two plum sized testicles that the wolf looked at hungrily with the intent to end this fight quickly.

The wolf finally made the first move as his paws kicked up the dirt in the arena as he charged towards the polar bear who stood his ground. Roger readied for a punch to the nether regions of the bear as he drew his paw back for the strike. Little did he know the bear had seen his shot coming and shot out a paw and caught the other paw which had extended a bit when Roger brought his other one back. The wolf was quickly spun around by the bear throwing him off balance.

The polar bear then grabbed his muzzle and shoved it right into his left armpit as he spun the wolf 180 degrees to the other side of his body. He lowered his arm trapping the poor lupine's muzzle in his dank pit. The wolf's powerful sense of smell was bombarded with the unwashed bear's pit stink as he was put in a pit lock. The wolf kicked and struggled as hard as he could while the polar bear just sat there holding him in his smelly prison with his incredible strength, the crowd roared its approval at the misfortune of the dirty fighting wolf.

Finally after about a minute of nonstop struggling the wolf finally broke free of his stench filled prison and stepped away from the bear panting and horrified. The bear just smiled at the wolf as he looked on with a disgusted face. The wolf carefully thought over his next move but was so deep in thought and so out of breath he was unable to dodge Nate as he ran towards the wolf. He grabbed the wolf and held his body in between his legs trapping the lupine's arms by his sides as he struggled and squirmed. Then once Nate had Roger secured he revealed the leather item in his left paw, a muzzle.

Roger opened his eyes as the muzzle was brought across his own muzzle making a tight fit. Roger heard a click behind his head when the polar bear brought the straps around the back of his head, locking the muzzle in place as he continued to squirm to try and gain freedom from the bear's hold. Nate satisfied with his work removed the gloves off of the immobilized wolf and tossed them to the crowd who dove all over each other for the souvenirs. Nate then took the wolf's muzzle and brought it right into his right armpit and placed him in the same pit lock as before.

The wolf's nose was left exposed in the hole at the end of his muzzle but he was unable to open his mouth even a tiny bit. He was forced to breath in the bear's foul stench as he was forced to breath in through his nose. "No one needs to hear a dirty fighter's mouth run anyway" Nate chuckled as he held the trapped lupine in his rank pit. Another few minutes passed before finally Roger got free of the hold. He backed himself up and regained his breath as he was left exhausted and furiously panting through his nose. He fondled with the back of his muzzle only to find a secured lock holding it in place unable to be removed.

He growled and glared at the bear who stood unfazed and by the encounters while Roger was left exhausted and out of breath, Nate's strategy was incredible using his own stench like this. Roger slowly moved to the bear's left before making a dash to Nate's right as he threw a kick at the bear's groin. Roger parried the blow and took hold of the wolf by the waist and once again brought his muzzle to his sweaty pit. Roger struggled and squirmed as his nostrils were again flooded with the foul stench of the bear. Nate was going to make sure this wolf would pay for using dirty tactics to get this far, and what better way than on national television.

Roger once again got free of Nate's trap and moved away. For the next five minutes Roger continued to try and land one blow on the bear's groin which would turn the fight to his favor. However every time the skilled bear would block or counter the blow and calmly bring the wolf's head back into his pit. By now Roger was completely spent and panting furiously as his head reeked of the bear. He was on his hands and knees now panting and too tired to do a thing. Roger now saw how the bear had won so many fights as he was exhausted and panting while the bear still stood seemingly unfazed by the fight so far.

The bear moved in one last time as Roger once again threw a weak punch towards the bear who easily countered it and brought the wolf's head back into his pit. The wolf struggled for about a minute before finally he fell limp in the bear's grasp utterly spent and defeated. Nate smiled at his accomplishment and went in for the final blow. He removed the wolf from his pit and brought his head down towards his crotch. He lifted his large pent up balls and placed the wolf's nose right under them before trapping the wolf's muzzle in his crotch by squeezing his legs together forming a tight bond around Roger's nose.

Roger was horrified as the stench hit him harder than anything so far, it was incredibly foul and strong reeking of the large polar bears thick musk. Roger weakly tried to pull away however Nate's hand kept him nose deep in his crotch. The bear's thick musk began getting to the wolf as he began to feel incredibly light headed as he gazed up at the winner who had defeated him. The polar bear began to fondle his sheath exposing his pink head to the world as his fuck stick began to lengthen and harden. Blackness finally overtook "Low Blow Mo" as he collapsed to the floor having lost consciousness.

The bear raised his hands up in victory as the crowd exploded at the defeat of one of the cheapest fighters in Yiffy Rumble. The ref held his nose as he lifted the bear's paws up in victory who was grinning from ear to ear with a full erection. The ref then moved away allowing Nate's judgment on the loser. Nate grinned as he fondled his rod in front of the immobilized and unconscious lupine. He entered the combination to the lock on Roger's muzzle and freed the wolf from it. He tossed it aside as he sat on the limp wolf's chest, making sure to distribute his weight so he wouldn't suffocate the poor thing.

He then rubbed his long ursine length in front of Roger's face. He gathered up the pre which had formed on his tip so far and lubed his paw up as he began to stroke faster and faster jacking himself off on top of Roger. The polar bear's weeks of pent up sexual frustration to a lack of competition lately began to disappear as he got closer and closer to climax. He jacked himself off furiously panting and moaning at the long sought after feeling of attention to his nethers. Nate finally felt wonderful release nearing and he gently slapped the wolf on the cheek a couple of times to awaken the unconscious loser.

Roger shook his head slightly as he blinked a couple of times having regained consciousness. He saw Nate sitting over him with his erection mere inches from his mouth. Before Roger could react to a thing Nate reached out and grasped his maw and held it open. Roger tried to close it but Nate's hold on the exhausted wolf was too strong. Nate positioned his length, pumped his paw one more time and roared in explosive climax. A huge shot of the ursine's warm sticky cum shot down the poor wolf's throat gagging him.

Nate held Roger's maw fast as he unloaded his weeks of pent up frustration worth of sticky, warm bear jizz right into Roger's maw. Roger tried to squirm free but was so spent from the battle he could do nothing as Nate emptied his balls into his stomach. The polar bear's long sought after climax lasted for about a minute as he shot close to a pint into the wolf's belly until finally his shots died down to a trickle. Nate saw most of his load sitting in the wolf's maw who was apparently waiting for a chance to spit it out.

Nate was panting now as he closed Roger's muzzle keeping his load inside. He then lifted the disgusted lupine's head exposing his throat. He rubbed his paw up and down on the wolf's throat forcing the lupine's reflex to kick in and swallow the polar bear's massive load. Roger gagged on the ground as Nate got off of him but sort of felt bad for the poor thing. Then he got an evil idea in his head that would embarrass and pleasure the wolf at the same time.

He kneeled down with his knees to each side of the wolf's head as he lay the wolf down on his back looking up. "I feel teeth or a bite and I swear I will neuter you" Nate said as he lowered his pungent crotch right over the wolf's muzzle who screams were muffled by the bear. Roger thought about biting him but at the bear's threat he thought twice about it. Roger was once again forced to breath in the bear's foul odor as Nate began to rub Roger's sheath bringing his lupine member to life. Roger was horrified but turned on at the same time he was getting aroused by the polar bear's musk.

Nate smiled as he saw Roger's member come to full mast as he ground his crotch on the face of the wolf. "This is what you get for all of those cheap shots wuffie" Nate smiled as he brought his hand across his own member gathering his post sexual fluids on it for lube. He began to jack the wolf off as he heard and felt muffled moans coming from the trapped loser beneath him. His stroking began to pick up pace as he continued to give the wolf a paw job as the wolf's knot inflated to full size.

"That's right, now all I want you to do is sniff, sniff your superior" Nate said. He soon began to feel the wolf's short exhales as the wolf began to sniff at the polar bear's crotch, his instincts screaming at him to submit to this better male. Much to Roger's dismay and Nate's glee he could feel the wolf's breaths increase as he got closer to climax. "There ya go wuffie" Nate chuckled as he gently squeezed and massaged Roger's knot. He knew the wolf's system of hierarchy and knew exactly how to get to the cheap shotting lupine emotionally.

"Ok now cum for your alpha, wolf, cum to show your superior you're sorry for all that dirty fighting, omega" Nate said. At those words Roger could contain himself no more, he arched his back and let out a muffled howl of pleasure as he came all over Nate's paw and his own belly. Rope after rope of sticky wolf cum exploded from Roger's length as he was publicly humiliated at cumming to Nate's crotch musk.

As Roger's climax died down Nate got up off of him and rubbed the wolf's own load onto his belly fur and bid him a farewell as he strolled out of the arena, leaving the humiliated wolf where he lay. Roger got up slowly and made his way to the showers hoping to wash his shame and Nate off of himself forever. After the cleaning crew exited the doors opened as the two next combatants stepped out for the next fight...

To Be Continued...?

(A/N: I really hope you guys liked this one, this was a bit of an interesting piece some of my friends have been dying for me to post. This isn't really something I would write a lot but I'm curious as to how it will be liked/disliked. This has some touchy things in it but personally I found it to be a pretty arousing piece Anywho! I hope you enjoyed it and if you have any characters/ideas for the continuation of this let me know! Depending on the response to this one will determine if I continue or not. Anyway thanks for reading and comments, votes, and faves are GREATLY appreciated!)