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--1

"Tell me again - why'd I let you talk me into this?" Vergence asked, disdainfully perusing his reflection. Besides the knee pads, elbow pads, gloves (all in black-and-blue shades), and his typical neckwear - an item somewhere between a scarf and an ascot that tailed down his back - he was dressed only in hip-hugging gym shorts. Flatteringly tight, they left nothing to the imagination. It did make sense to him - no athlete wanted "things" bouncing around - but he felt exposed.

Being exposed was usually not an issue to someone like Vergence. Transplanted from an isolated tribe to the city, he was generally happy to wear as little as possible, and that tended to boil down to nothing besides leather leggings. But this? Dressing like a tramp for a wrestling match?

"It'll be fun!" Genesis gushed, openly staring at Vergence's tight behind.

Whipping around, spearing Genesis' eyes with his own gaze, Vergence asked with a scowl, "Do we really have to dress like this?"

Putting her hands on her thick hips and tilting her head, Genesis tried to appear disarming, but a coy smile lent her a lewd charm. "What do you mean like this?" Although she was dressed similarly to Vergence, her generously-curved female body looked wonderful in the outfit; Vergence looked like he was trolling for men in a gay bar.

By virtue of her gender, she was even more decent than Vergence, since besides the tight shorts, she also had on something to keep her breasts relatively covered, and snug. Dominantly, all of her attire was a fluorescent pink - if nothing else, it made her colorful and eye-catching, good traits for a wrestler.

In looking Genesis over (really looking her over - not just in glances preoccupied by his own appearance), Vergence felt the itch to make use of their semi-private locker room. "Well," he admitted, "it looks good on you."

"Likewise," she winked, "but I think the top would be a bit much for you." A grin.

Vergence grinned back. For a second more, he humored the idea of getting laid then and there. He was fortunate enough to have a girlfriend whose sex drive was as always-on as his, but just maybe the wrestling match would be a good time. Besides that, congratulatory sex if they won, and cheer-up sex if they didn't.

Pushing away filthy thoughts, Vergence sat on the bench and toyed with his knee pads, straightening the elastic bands. Off-handedly, "So, what does QGWF even stand for?"

"Uh," Genesis stammered, innocently clasping her hands behind her back, "I forget." Looking away from Vergence, needing to hide the grin spreading across her face, she busied herself with her own appearance in the mirror.

Missing the fib, Vergence just answered with a grunt, a noncommittal and uninterested sound. Then, "So... We just wait?"

"Yeah," answered Genesis, tugging at the bottom edge of her top. The garment exposed quite a lot of cleavage; there was nothing wrong with a possible distraction, as far as she was concerned, although she believed (and rightly) that she could fight without having to rely on her boobs. "Hey, whatever happens," she glanced back at Vergence, putting that earlier grin to great effect, "at least we get to keep the outfits."

Just about to say something that might have spurred another kind of wrestling altogether, Vergence was interrupted when the backstage manager peered in and said, "Fight's in five minutes, you two. Let's go."

Vergence stood and glanced at Genesis. Wearing a little smile, he said, "Well, you still wanna do this?"

She kissed him on the cheek and nodded to the door. "Let's go for it."

--2

As instructed by the manager, for the sake of them being a team and appearing as such, Vergence and Genesis walked down the aisle to the ring side-by-side.

Suddenly seeing the ring, the lights, and the crowd, being washed over by their resonant cheering and whistling, made anxiety well up in Vergence's gut. Genesis, however, lapped the attention and the atmosphere up, waving and glancing all around, in sharp contrast to Vergence, arms at his sides, eyes forward

The crowd wasn't at all comparable in size to a "real" wrestling federation's draw, but there were easily a few hundred heads, all cheering and whooping from excitement and beer.

"Whaddya think, Verge?" she said, nudging her boyfriend in the side. "This isn't so bad, huh?"

"At least nobody's taking pictures," Vergence said, wearily, though grinning contritely.

Grinning back, Genesis said, "Just loosen up."

Up in the middle of the ring, the announcer - a middle-aged, vibrant red fox in a suit a mortician would have found too somber - began to address the crowd, just as the raptors clambered in and took to their corner. If he hoped to speak over a reverent hush, he was sorely disappointed - the crowd was anything but quiet. "In this corner," he shouted over the noise, pointing grandly at the newcomers, "rounding out our amateur night, give it up for Vergence and Genesis!"

The roaming spotlights fell on both raptors, and the crowd was especially noisy with applause. From the corner of her mouth, Genesis said, "Exciting, huh?"

"Now, for the reigning champion of the QGWF, give it up for the hunk who makes them squeal and curls their toes, E-e-exterio-o-o!"

It said a lot that the champion strutted down the aisle alone, with a garage band metal tune playing, and a minor display of pyrotechnics. It said even more that he was massively larger than the both of his opponents.

Although he was obviously some kind of dragon, Exterio had a plush coat of blue fur covering his body. As outwardly cuddly as this made him, it didn't hide that he was a muscular beast, more toned than the athletic raptors, and much more embellished, his coat marked with tattoo-like spirals and wisps of black.

Lending the flair of a mythical gryphon, he had plumage on every extremity; the backs of his ankles and forearms bore prominent black-and-white weathers, identical to ones adorning the tuft of his long, prehensile tail. Like a desaturated peacock, more of this plumage erupted above the base of his tail, and a trail of it - as downy fluff, rather than true feathers - ran down the top of his tail. Taloned toes and a hooked, almost beakish snout rounded off his vaguely avian features.

A supernatural trait was an array of ethereal, white spheres, each no larger than a shooter marble in size, which orbited his ankles, wrists, and just before the plumage of his tail, each leaving a trail where it lazily circled. Another one of these served a similar purpose around his neck, while trails without accompanying orbs followed the curves of his shoulders.

A cyan glyph in the shape of wings lay between his shoulder blades, precisely where true wings might reside, and just like the orbs, it glowed unnaturally. One more glyph lay flat over the black-and-white down that served as his hair, looking like a hologram. This, too, had the color and characteristics of the wings on his back, but at its' peaks was a yellowed sphere, larger in size than the others, and seemingly more significant. One identical to it was suspended above the plumage of his tail; what purpose all of these orbs served, nobody but Exterio knew.

Inconsequential by comparison was the fact that he was wearing knee and elbow pads like the raptors (though his were in black), with matching shorts bearing frightfully thick outline in their crotch. For all his size and decoration, he could have been naked and he wouldn't have looked any less intimidating.

The dragon climbed into the ring, smirked and winked at the raptors, brushed past the announcer, and leaned almost boredly into his corner, his tail lashing.

Vergence stared with a blanched expression; Genesis had seen Exterio before, and she really hadn't expected to get put against him in their first match.

"Oh, crap," the green raptor blurted. "He's huge."

"Uhh," Genesis mumbled. "Um... Go get 'em?"

Amazingly, Exterio himself wasn't the final bombshell for Vergence. After sizing up the competitors, the fox said, "The Questionably Gay Wrestling Federation would like to thank our sponsors before this fight..."

Whatever the tod said after that was lost on Vergence, who whipped his head back and drilled holes into Genesis with his glare.

Genesis, in turn, smiled back tightly and toothily, with a blush. "Wha-a-at?" she sheepishly chuckled.

Vergence wanted to say some colorful words to Genesis when the announcer boomed: "Vergence and Exterio - get ready to fight! Keep it anything but clean!"

"Oh, crap," Vergence grunted a second time; Genesis pushed him out into the ring, where he first staggered, and then finally went toe-to-toe with the menacing Exterio.

Looking up at the dragon, harboring a cold knot in his stomach, Vergence humored the idea of tagging out right away, but the bell rang, the crowd roared for a fight, and the raptor decided it was time to go for it.

--3

Vergence took to a fighter's stance. Although he was civilized enough, he could go back to those tribal days when it counted. With his body low, his posture was nearly feral. The look was completed by his bared teeth, and the fact that his claws - though filed blunt, as mandated for the fight - were fully exposed.

Intimidated, but not paralyzed by fear, Vergence sprung forward with an open-palm strike, cracking his hide down on Exterio's chest silently, for all that dense fur, but with strength all the same.

Maybe it was the boldness and surprise, but the dragon grunted and slightly faltered. Seeing his opportunity, Vergence lunged off of the mat and wrapped an arm around the dragon's neck. Before he was even on the way back down, he drew in his legs, intent to let his weight carry Exterio down to the mat and use the dragon's own size against him.

As valid a tactic as it was, Vergence wasn't heavy enough to topple him. Exterio staggered forward a few paces, but he didn't fall, and Vergence realized too late that his plan hadn't worked in the least. For just a moment, he was left stupidly hanging off of the drake's burly neck.

Grabbing the raptor around the middle, Exterio bearhugged Vergence tightly, nipped him on the nose, and then hungrily slopped his tongue past his small foe's lips, earning modest cheers from the audience. Before the raptor could even think about biting, Exterio drew back his tongue and effortlessly hoisted his small foe up and over his head, clutching him by the flanks.

Jumping up and off of the mat as if it were a springboard, Exterio brought his legs up and his opponent down in a flawless electric chair driver. Exterio landed harmlessly on his rear, but Vergence slammed into the mat and bounced with skull-rattling force, afterward lying dazed and sprawled on his back.

Quickly shifting to his knees, Exterio started to lay claim to Vergence. Lifting up the raptor by his thighs, hooking those green legs over his shoulders, he ground his hefty sheath against the raptor's behind. The fact that they both had shorts on made it only slightly less lewd.

Vergence was still seeing colors and stars, but he knew when he was being dry-humped. While the crowd cheered and laughed (Genesis did only the latter, albeit into her hand), he writhed and cursed and otherwise had a fit, spurring Exterio to grind harder and harder, notching his plumping sheath into Vergence's ass crack - the shorts, practically skintight, easily permitted it.

Getting hotdogged was just too humiliating, and it was the indignity Vergence needed to blink off the lingering haze of the earlier slam. Exerting his great leg strength and flexibility, he pulled them off of the drake's shoulders, defied the grip on his thighs, and rabbit-kicked Exterio in the chest with everything he had.

Exterio's grip on the raptor's thighs dampened the blow, but it was still a solid kick, and not intentionally, he was dislodged from Vergence. Somewhat winded from the impact, he fell back, catching himself with his hands.

Flustered but fired up, Vergence backflipped to his feet with a mesmerized gasp from the crowd.

Conversely, Exterio just stood up, grinning from ear to ear and sporting a growing bulge in his shorts. Straightening himself out, he lewdly clutched his clothed endowment, looking Vergence right in his eyes. "Hey, why don't you tag your girlfriend in?" he said, glancing back at Genesis. "Lotsa fun ways to get tangled up with a girl like that."

She'd like that too much, Vergence thought, although after what she'd gotten him into, the idea of her getting stuffed in the middle of the ring by that brute was almost worth acting on - almost. Instead, Vergence just shook his head, and Exterio shrugged.

--4

Closing the gap with surprising agility, Exterio grappled for purchase on Vergence, who - rather than dare to go toe-to-toe with the dragon - put all his effort into dodging and writhing out of his hands.

Exterio was patient, and he was also more lewd than Vergence could have imagined, even at that point. When he wasn't grabbing for the raptor's neck, armpits, and legs, he was groping him on the crotch and swatting him on the ass more aggressively than ever. Already half-hard, he was a horny beast in every sense, and that was what the audience wanted. The din of the cheering ramped up every time it so much as seemed like Exterio might grope a handful of the green raptor.

Eventually, Exterio cornered Vergence in the turnbuckle, and he pinned the dinosaur against the post. Stuffing one hand down the raptor's shorts, gripping him by the arm with the other, the drake briskly took inventory of his foe's crotch with a smirk on his face.

Grunting and huffing, Vergence managed to swat Exterio's hands away, and then - with his back braced on the turnbuckle - he shoved hard enough on Exterio's shoulders to force the giant back a few feet, giving himself some breathing room. Seeing his opportunity to really turn the fight around (and still naively choosing to think of it as anything but unscripted, live porn), he swiftly clambered up onto the turnbuckle.

In the blink of an eye, Vergence flew off of the turnbuckle and right into a perfectly-executed hurricanrana, wrapping his legs around the dragon's head and neck. It stuffed Exterio's snout into his crotch, but that was beside the point, because he felt the dragon's weight shift forward. Curling his legs tightly, he let his upper body hang, reaching down to brace his fall.

Exterio didn't really turn the move around; he just exerted his brute strength over the raptor. Wrapping both arms tightly about the inverted raptor's front, he wrenched down tightly, wringing the air out his small foe's body.

At first, Vergence thrashed, but all he did was tire himself out even more quickly. Mere moments later, he was completely out of breath from Exterio's ruthless bearhug, the hold leaving him on the verge of passing out.

Clearly, all Exterio wanted was for Vergence to release his head and neck, for as soon as the raptor's legs disengaged him, so did he ease off on the squeezing. Putting his strength to work, he kept his opponent clutched to his massive body with only one arm now. Putting his free hand to work on the exhausted, limp raptor, he slid it through one of the leg holes of the stretchy shorts.

Vergence felt the indignity flaring up again when Exterio's hand crept into his shorts, more and more so as the drake wriggled a finger against his tight, but not virgin pucker. Worst of all was that it was actually nice having Exterio's fuzzy, strong finger teasing his entrance; the humiliation of being pleasured in the middle of a fight was unbearable.

When Vergence started to thrash, Exterio started to bearhug again. Even with only one arm at work, he wrenched down on the raptor's body hard enough to stop him from breathing, bringing him to the fuzzy edge of unconsciousness again. At Vergence's continued slackened state, Exterio prodded his fingertip just inside of the raptor's snug pucker, shocking his opponent into a gasp, though it came across as more of a wheeze.

Nobody in the whole arena could see just what Exterio was doing under the raptor's shorts, but from experience, they all had a pretty good idea. The crowd ate the lewdness up, and Genesis did too, secretly. Outwardly, she was doing what she could to appear concerned for Vergence.

Dying to really give it to Vergence but well aware of the need for a good show, Exterio slipped away the offending digit, and then he lay that hand on the raptor's naked, toned chest. There, his blunt claws scratched enticingly at the soft hide, while his downy fluff teased nerves put on edge by the asphyxiation. It was a lull in the action, one Verge welcomed in his exhausted state, but it didn't last long.

Sliding his hand lower, Exterio clutched Vergence's snout, held it shut, and ground the raptor's head back into the bulge of his hot manhood. This return to form for the beloved champ got the audience going again, and Exterio took it even further. Keeping Vergence close in that inverted embrace, as the raptor haplessly grappled at the drake's thighs, Exterio jumped, threw his legs out, and crashed into the mat thunderously.

The piledriver made Vergence so instantaneously slack that, just briefly, it looked like he was unconscious. Exterio let him go, and he flopped onto the mat like a ragdoll, but then he stirred. Much too dazed to stand, probably unaware of what his name even was at that point, he was helpless - and Exterio was shameless.

The dragon peeled off the raptor's shorts while he still struggled with the concept of consciousness. Down and off they came, leaving the raptor's fine, round ass exposed, but hardly at an ideal angle, and so Exterio hooked an arm under his foe's torso and hoisted him up to his knees, head down. So dazed and confused, Vergence stayed put like so, and the sight of his naked, green ass was thrilling to the audience.

Ignoring his stunned opponent, not even bothering to smack that bare ass, Exterio toyed with the raptor's shorts. He stretched them, twirled them around a finger, even snapped them at Genesis as if they were a rubber band. She grabbed at them, leaning over the ropes to try and steal them back, but Exterio's height made him unfairly skilled at the game of keep-away. Between Vergence's dizzy, naked state and Exterio's antics, the audience members collectively laughed until they cried.

Finally coming back to full consciousness, Vergence, yet palming the back of his head, pushed himself up to his feet.

--5

Vergence was unaware and uninterested in why the crowd was laughing. Something, however, was off - he felt natural, but wrong, and when he saw what Exterio was clutching in his meaty hand, his cheeks lit with a blush. He glanced down to see what he already knew: he was naked from the waist down.

Both Vergence's shock and Exterio's antics had the crowd's laughter deafening. The drake was just in the middle of flossing his crotch with the raptor's stretched-out shorts (all the while maintaining eye contact with his opponent, and grinning) when Vergence started towards him.

At first, Exterio backpedaled with an almost cackling laugh, and Vergence single-mindedly went for the shorts. He went to the tips of his toes and reached for them, almost grabbing them, but Exterio pulled away. More ferally, now, Vergence lunged and snatched at the shorts, and this time, he caught them. Exterio pulled with one hand; Vergence pulled with both and all of his strength.

It was a question of when, not if, the shorts would give up and rip, but they weren't given the chance. Exterio reached out and snatched up his opponent's naked balls, giving them an appraising grope.

Gasping and grimacing, Vergence released the shorts and grabbed the dragon's wrist with both hands. In return, Exterio grabbed the raptor by the snout with his hand yet clutching the shorts, plastering them across the raptor's snout, then holding said snout closed with a fist.

In a panic, Vergence went for the hand on his face, but what he did to help himself didn't matter one way or the other. Exterio took him down to the mat and kept him pinned by the face (with the material of his shorts, tainted with the raptor's own musk, stretched over his nostrils).

The crowd approved of the takedown with a raucous cheer, and a chant of the champion's name spread through the rows like a wildfire. Grinning, lapping up this attention and affection, Exterio licked with sultry flair from Vergence's navel to his neck, whereupon he nipped through the neckwear. Promisingly, it made the squirming raptor gasp all but inaudibly, but Exterio felt the sharp huff against his hand.

Pulling his hand off of the raptor's modest balls, he suckled the fingers and left them slick with saliva; these wet digits were soon pushed under the fleshy hide of Vergence's sack, against the tender pucker beneath. In they went, spreading Vergence wide, making the raptor's legs splay and tense, his toes curling tightly.

The chant broke up into more cheering and laughing, and they became even more rowdy when Exterio started pumping the hapless raptor, spreading and slicking him.

All but whimpering into Exterio's mitt, Vergence kicked at the mat, his dulled claws scuffing uselessly against it. As Exterio pumped, twisted, and rubbed with his thick, wet fingers, the raptor's sheath grew plump with arousal, and his swollen, pink flesh exited quickly.

Exterio, rumbling with lewd intent, leaned down and nibbled along the underside of Vergence's manhood, making the flesh twitch and spit pre, hastening its' appearance. In no time at all, the raptor sported a full erection, the pink meat throbbing, the knot bulging.

Genesis, biting her lip and squeezing on the top rope, wondered if Vergence would have resented her for being wet.

--6

Seeing Vergence in total submission took the crowd from their discordant cheering and laughing back into chanting for Exterio. Their raucous, four-syllable chorus filled the arena and didn't let up.

Squeezing down unnecessarily tighter on Vergence's snout, Exterio slid his fingers free of the raptor's loosened tail hole, which needfully clenched and winked after the fact; whether or not Vergence wanted to be fucked, his body did.

Smoothly, but with a menacing flair befitting a villain, Exterio unhanded Vergence and stood, then loomed over the raptor; Vergence, worn-out from being nearly-suffocated with his own shorts, just lay helpless and indecent on the mat.

Stepping over Vergence, Exterio pulled down his own shorts, letting his cock spring free. The exposure briefly broke up the chant and started the audience cheering and clapping for him, and for good reason. Dragons could always be counted on for fantastically-shaped cocks, and Exterio was a prime specimen. His thick, pink meat bulged at the bottom with a knot, and rubbery spikes ran up the underside, not tapering, but simply ending just before a slightly upwards-hooked tip.

Vergence's eyes focused uneasily on the menacing, fully-erect cock, blotting out the lights above him. Beads of pre, pleasantly hot, dripped onto his forehead like Chinese water torture, compelling him to flinch and close his eyes tightly each time.

Uncaringly, Exterio kicked away his own shorts, but Vergence's, still held in his hand, were about to become a souvenir. Stretching them back across two fingers, he aimed high and out towards the audience, and sprung them free; one of the spotlights did its' best to follow the projectile as it flew out into the roaring crowd, where some lucky spectator caught them on his muzzle.

Taking hold of his plump endowment, Exterio wagged the flesh downwards, splattering an accumulation of his musky pre all over the raptor's snout. For all of the cheering and chanting, and the apparent finality of Exterio's gloating, Vergence wondered if the fight was over, and he was dead wrong.

It was merely a taunt before the true finale; Exterio had showed his foe exactly what he was packing and gave him a second-hand taste of it, and now came the moment everybody had been waiting for. Bending over, exposing his magnificent rear, the drake grabbed his tired opponent by one arm, flipping him over. With Vergence's stomach and helpless cock against the mat, it looked like the ideal position to simply stuff the raptor, which Vergence was by then expecting - but again, the champion surprised him.

It was something the crowd, and Genesis, had seen a great many times during Exterio's rise to stardom in the QGWF. Lifting Vergence by the legs, Exterio pulled the raptor high, stuffing his muzzle into his green foe's crotch and rear, with the same happening to Vergence, though it was purely part of the maneuver.

Almost like a piledriver, but allowing the use of much more force since Vergence's shoulders were due to take the brunt of the impact, the dragon jumped off of the mat with his opponent intimately close, tilted forward, and bent his legs in like landing gear, so he could land on his knees.

Vergence slammed into the mat with astonishing force, the impact resounding throughout the arena as the full weight of the dragon drilled him into it. "Resting" on his shoulders, folded almost in half with his face buried under Exterio's naked crotch, he at least didn't make the mistake of thinking things couldn't get any worse.

Pushing himself up to his feet and holding his folded opponent by his upturned ass to keep him steady, Exterio stepped over the neatly-presented raptor practically at his leisure. All around them, the audience roared with the chant, and the lights converged brilliantly on the fighters.

Gripping just one thigh to keep the worn-out, but fully-aroused raptor propped up, Exterio brandished his knotted cock with the other. Vergence's tail hole waited, clenched tightly, glistening with the drake's saliva from the earlier fingering. For good measure, the dragon hawked and spat on it, and he ground this impromptu lube in with the sharply-pointed tip of his cock.

As the champ finally penetrated Vergence, some members of the audience gave up the chant to whoop and scream their lungs out, but the chant didn't completely die.

Inch by inch, Exterio's menacing knot bore down on the raptor's no longer puckered entrance, to the accompaniment of a reluctantly pleasurable groan from the bottoming dinosaur.

Knot kissing up to Vergence's pucker, low-hanging balls dangling close to the soft-hide coin purse of Vergence's scrotum, Exterio dropped down to all-fours and slammed his palms into the mat. That was when he started to grind against the helpless raptor, with a wink and a grin cast to his opponent's blushing girlfriend, who felt increasingly short-changed by what was conspiring.

--7

Absently, not as a last-ditch effort to resist Exterio, Vergence coiled his prehensile tail around the dragon's ankle. Inverted, dizzy, and huffing in forced pleasure, he was fully submitting to the drake and his swollen endowment.

Just as skilled in the art of fucking as he was at wrestling, Exterio ground his bulging knot against the raptor and made his toes curl with every bouncing buck. Around his hard cock, the raptor's walls clenched and resisted, but Exterio had proved again and again - and not just to Vergence - that he was never denied.

It didn't take Exterio long to get into a workable rhythm, pounding his pinned opponent with speed and strength, using the awkward position as an advantage to bring his weight down harder. Licking his lips, then grinning toothily, he glanced up at Genesis again, who watched with a cringing blush.

The tan raptor couldn't bring herself to cheer for Vergence, not when watching him get pounded was so enjoyable. Instead, helplessly, she toyed with the rope and let her tail lash in agitation. She contemplated barging into the ring, and while that certainly would have been entertaining for everybody involved, she didn't like the idea of being banned from future matches.

Vergence wasn't asking for help, anyway. His plump meat dribbled pre all over the naked hide of his chest, leaving it with a spotty sheen. Every inch of his member throbbed needfully, the knot especially. It was only going to get worse, and he knew it - being dominated was something that he very much enjoyed, whether or not he'd freely admit it when clear-headed.

Too horny to care about the crowd, he grabbed his own shaft - to the accompaniment of a round of applause - and he gave it a few rough jerks, before settling into a smooth, yet hasty pace.

By then, the champion was huffing through his nostrils, his teeth clenched tightly, though it wasn't a grimace - his lips were pulled up to a grin, and his eyes were open, albeit narrowly. Vergence was proving to be such a tight ass to fuck, a fine lay to cap off what had been a magnificent night of fighting and fucking; even as badly as he wanted to put on the best show he could, his showmanship had limits.

Ramping up his stern assfucking, Exterio ground his knot harder still against Vergence's yielding pucker, his balls managing to swing low, every now and then, to crash into the raptor's own. Down below, the dinosaur grunted and panted, saying nothing articulate, but not needing to; his rough vocalizations worked just fine.

Exterio felt a heavy tingle up his spine, and in reflex, his tail flagged upwards. His balls drew taut to his loins, and his meat throbbed within the raptor. In unison, nearly everybody in the crowd chanted his name, waiting for the big finish they'd seen dozens of times, and were about to see again.

When those first ropes of sticky seed shot into the raptor, Exterio grunted, but Vergence groaned sharply. Grinding down harder, compressing his smaller foe into the mat, the point of least resistance finally gave; Vergence's tail hole. Exterio's knot popped into the quivering raptor, spreading him wide as a fist, while streamers of seed squirted past its' imperfect seal, splattering on the curves of the raptor's thighs.

The audience cheered and applauded almost hysterically for Exterio's orgasm, which Vergence's shortly followed. Despite a wince and a hiss, the raptor was in heaven; as he knew from Genesis' unusual episodes, being knotted was a painful pleasure, but an unbelievably gratifying one.

Unhanding his cock, grasping own twitching legs solely for something to squeeze on, Vergence came with astonishing force. The very first rope of his pent-up seed splattered across his lips, but every one after, he greedily caught in his mouth.

Both the champion and his opponent huffed and grinned dumbly in their afterglow.

It didn't take the audience long to come back around to their chant for the dragon, who stayed hunched over Vergence.

It also didn't take long for the soberly-dressed fox to take to the ring again, whereupon he gestured to the dragon. "Ladies and gentlemen," he shouted over the crowd's chant, but with a jolly flair, "our reigning champion, Exterio, keeps his title! Looks like Vergence is gonna be a sore loser!"

Blushing, huffing, keeping her thighs pressed suspiciously together, Genesis leaned over the ropes and shouted, to the dragon, "Hey, you! I want a rematch, one-on-one!"

Vergence was too out of it to notice or care, but Exterio glanced up at the tan raptor. Those hips and breasts, that feisty look - what was one more fight to keep his title?