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Music.

It pulsed through the air with a jungle beat that enticed the senses and demanded surrender by the multitude of bodies packed on the dance floor. Heavy pumping bass shook the very breath in the dancers' lungs and in the euphoria of the mob, those dancers found peace. Thick rays of multi-coloured light swept over the crowd, highlighting the luminescent paint which streaked through their fur. There was no respite from the heat, the sweat, and the smell which was born from such things; no quarter was ever given in such a battle, but none of the party-goers were liable to ask for it.

"COME ON YOU LAZY SHITS! THE NIGHT'S STILL YOUNG AND WE DIDN'T COME HERE TO SLEEP!"

The voice of the M.C was answered by the raucous roar of a hundred drunk, drugged and unrestrained furs, filling the club's smoke-tinged interior with a sense of unity that only begged those gathered to lose themselves even more. It was easy to forget the daily grind when the music boomed and the girl dancing beside you decided her tits needed to be pressed against your face; here, the M.C was God, and he looked down from his throne and bestowed his gifts upon his followers.

Clubs like this were a dime a dozen though, the growing unease with the outside world driving people to forget their problems by the thousands these days. Survival in the business had become synonymous with innovation, and as the club owner--a hulking bear with a high-end sense of fashion and a demeanour better suited to sweat-stained muscle shirts--checked his gold plated Rolex knockoff, he decided it was time to raise the bar. Stepping out from his second floor office, the bear lifted an arm and gestured towards the M.C who nodded in return.

"WHO WANTS A SHOW?" The M.C's question came as the music dipped in its tempo for the briefest of seconds. The beat faded as the crowd began to jump and press against one another; they had been promised something new and they could sense that this was it.

"I SAID WHO WANTS TO SEE A FUCKING SHOW?"

"WE DO!" The screams of the crowd crested above the music and the M.C basked in the attention of a hundred blind followers. The dance floor began to shift beneath the feet of the dancing fools, and after a moment of confusion they began to move with it, avoiding the platform rising from the depths of the club. The multicoloured shifting lights which made up the club's floor gave way to a simple slate of white marble tiling, bare steel crossbeams exposed as more of the platform rose. It was large, but not huge, perhaps ten feet on each side and nearly fifteen feet tall by the time it had stopped rising.

The appearance of the platform was enough to get the crowd interested, but the eight males who stood atop it were what held that interest. The males posed and gestured towards the crowd as the platform rose, their mouths moving but their words lost in the din of the heavy synth beats which had begun to pound the ears of the dancers. Each of the males were nude, the same luminescent paint which decorated the audience also adorning the fur or feathers of the gathered eight. Bright cords ran up from their necks, hooked to a device hanging from the ceiling; it spun and twisted as the males moved, not hindering them as they did. The cords were thick, and glowed with an inner light which matched the colour of their wearer's painted decorations.

The monitor behind the M.C changed as well. The display of wavering pictures and abstract shapes which had accompanied the music became a birds eye view of the platform. Cameras leered from a multitude of directions and the monitor switched sporadically to ensure all were given ample screen time. Around the rim of the display, pictures of the eight appeared, the profile pictures taken beforehand and their names labelled beneath each.

Ket the Otter was the first, his chestnut fur marred by yellow rave-paint masquerading as tribal marking. The boy was small and lean but with a layer of distinguishable muscle which betrayed the danger that lurked in the male's movements. Ebony cock bouncing as he strode around the platform, the boy's black member tapered to a human-like head, though retained a more animalistic shape to its whole; stroking himself in a show for the onlookers with a snide look of confidence spared for his fellow competitors, the male snubbed the others as easy prey while his rudder like tail hung dangerously behind him.

Vox the gryphon spread his wings, his regal black feathers highlighting the carved muscles which curved and coiled beneath his flesh. The nude male's cock was hard and thick, pre-cum already dribbling from the tip and the blue streaks of paint in his dark plumage glowing briefly each time a swirling light swept over them. Disdain marred the avian's features, the largest of the group and certain that he would be the one to survive.

Pyre the wolf, purple fur shimmering in the lights--marred only by green paint-- as his thin body rode the music. Leaning forward the boy's long blue tongue slid from between his lips as his bright green noose tightened against his throat. Licking along his lips, the boy savoured the feel of the plastic cord against his flesh and several dancers hooted as the feeling caused pre-cum to bead at the tip of the lupine's shaft.

Felix the bat, mussed blonde hair nearly hiding his eyes as he rolled his shoulders back and flared his wings. The male's cock jostled between his thighs as he bore the countenance of a predator for the barest of seconds. The boy's ears pricked amongst his hair as he presented his rock hard pink cock to the crowd, his hips rutting in the air. Purple paint splashed across his naked grey fur, the male resplendent in his perverse anticipation for what came next.

Jamie the otter; he was smaller than the rest but no less determined than any of the larger males. Orange paint ran in circles around his arms and legs, a swirling design riding around his bellybutton before dipping down to the base of his prick. Compact but full of promise, the otter leaned forward and blew a kiss towards the dancers below, his hips wiggling almost playfully as he did.

Zavis. The snake was a sinewy mass of muscle and scales. The python's body moved like water as it slid through the pumping bass which filled the club, his thick tail sliding against the marble behind him as he showed off the hard curves of his slithering form; the muscles were highlighted by his choice of iridescent pink paint, masculinity overcoming the colour. Tongue flickering, the male dropped a wink at a particularly interested looking female below before sliding his fingers along the length of his own erect dick; a simple promise was offered by the simple movement, once he'd won, she'd see it up close.

Jacob the Cassowary. The bird's bright plumage was a gift to the atmosphere, the lights making him all but shine as the blue feathers of his head reflected back with a brilliance matched only by the white paint which covered him; the male's black feathered body was a maze of the white paint, designs dancing as hard as the onlookers as he flexed his taloned toes and let out a crow heard even about the rhythm that enveloped everyone in the room. He had come to kill, and he was willing to die to sate this need.

Finally, it was Grav the hyena's moment to shine. The well chiselled male's body drawing more than a few adoring catcalls from the crowd as it filled the screen. His black hair hung limply over his eyes and curled down the back of his neck, his hands sliding nonchalantly over his own body. Red paint mimicked his bone structure, streaks joining together as they followed his ribs and slid along his arms and back. A threatening curl to the hyena's grin was a silent reminder that the boy had come to win, and that meant leaving the others dead in his wake.

The tension was almost palpable as the M.C gave the boys just enough time to show off before the club lights flickered into darkness. Only the platform remained lit, the audience shrouded in a dimness that obscured them from the view of the gathered fighters; the world for them had ceased to exist, there was only each other, and soon there would not even be that.

"GET TO IT, BOYS"

And just like that, the fight started.

Several of the males rushed immediately towards one another, a small group forming near one of the corners as others held back to assess the situation properly. Both Grav and Vox were quick to engage, though Pyre joined them as he realized his best hope for victory was to take the two large males out early. Jamie hung back, as did Jacob, though Ket moved to grapple with Felix as Zavis leisurely slid his hand along the trim expanse of his own belly and enjoyed the view. Testosterone bubbled in the scents that filled the small fighting area, the heavy musk of arousal feuding as fiercely as the males themselves.

Ket's cock slapped against his lower stomach as he and Felix took turns giving ground to the other. Their bodies twisted and turned as they clasped paws, both trying to assert their strength over the other and gain an early advantage in the fight. Though Felix was taller, the otter's arms were strong from a lifetime of swimming and he held the bat at bay easily. They held this pace for nearly a full minute before a sudden lift of the otter's leg drove his knee right into Felix's gut. The bat let out a pained cry of surprise as his arms trembled; another blow nearly collided right with the bat's prick, and just like that the otter had the upper hand. Felix fell to one knee, not in any danger of being thrown from the edge of the platform, but finding gravity now working against him as the otter bore down on him.

Nearby, Jacob saw his opening and took it. The bird's long legs carried him swiftly across the ring and he threw his larger body into Jamie's. The young otter nearly tumbled right over the edge but his flailing arms found purchase against Jacob's lean form and the two clung to each other like lovers. The otter's already hardening prick slid against Jacob's leg as the cassowary adjusted his grip to better curl his arm around his opponent's neck. Bare feet providing provided little grip against the smooth fluorescent tiling of the raised platform, but the otter's claws scrabbled desperately and he somehow stopped the forward momentum of Jacob's attack.

The battle which had begun to intensify between Grav and Vox, however, had taken a turn far removed from the hostility of the others. While the two large males grappled, Pyre had found his own way to influence the outcome. Grav had slowly gained some advantage over the broad-chested gryphon, but as he bore down on the weakening male, he felt his hard prick suddenly clutched in Pyre's tender paw. With both of his paws busy keeping Vox in check, Grav was left with little choice but to try to kick the wolf away. Each stroke of his aching ebony prick ebbed the fighter's strength, pre-cum already trickling down the underside of his proud prick. The music drowned out the hyena's curses as he found his grip slip just enough for Vox to recover his balance and turn the tables.

As Grav's paws slipped, Vox's moved up in a powerful uppercut which sent Grav reeling backwards. The hyena's red cord bounced and danced in the air above him, just as rattled by the impact as the stunned hyena. Powerful hands closed around the dazed male's throat, and as Pyre retreated--a smug grin plastered to his lips--Vox spared him a brief glance; the aid had been noticed. For Grav, however, he could only gasp and choke as he was hoisted from his feet. One of Vox's hands had closed around his throat, the other clutched the hyena's inner-thigh just inches below his heavy balls.

"HRRRACK!" Grav's choking cry was heard even over the drumming bass of the club's sound system. His feet kicked as he was hoisted up and lifted horizontally above Vox's head, like some trophy being shown off to the crowd. Grav's cheeks were flushed with terrified lust, his cock dripping pre-cum as he sought some escape from the fearsome grip of his feathered rival. His helplessness only drove the hyena on more fiercely and the sight of the edge of the platform became the focus of his entire consciousness. Vox took two steps towards it before he felt a pair of arms close around his waist from behind; Zavis had finally decided to join the fray.

The python's sleek muscles were more than enough to keep the otherwise occupied gryphon from moving any further forward. Scales glistening in the throbbing lights which slid across the fighters' bodies, Zavis threw his weight into a seemingly futile suplex. Vox's feet left the floor, but only by several inches. It was enough, however, for Zavis to simply twist to the side and drive the mildly airborne avian into the ground. Grav tumbled to the floor as well, released from the gryphon's hands but unable to stand quickly as he sucked in lungfuls of the air so recently denied to him. Zavis was on his feet in a flash, driving a foot into the unprotected belly of the prone gryphon and drawing a squawk of indignation from the prone male. Another blow had the gryphon's back arching off the floor as cock bounced and slapped against his lower belly from the force of each impact against his body.

"That's -my- prey, bitch" hissed the python, lording over the fallen gryphon with an air of dominance which oozed from his body language. Giving his cock one slow stroke as Vox writhed at his feet, Zavis soon turned his attention to the hyena crawling weakly away. Struggling to his knees, Grav was shown no mercy as Zavis slid in behind him and curled an arm around the winded boy's throat. Grav's eyes bulged as he tried to stand despite the weight of the python pressing against his back, only managing to rise to one knee before the pressure became too much. Quivering, the hyena's tongue slid from between his lips, hanging limply from his jaws as his hands pulled and clawed at the arm around his neck. He could feel the thin wispy tongue of the python as it tasted along his ears, and for the barest second, the hyena allowed himself to enjoy it.

"Come on, is that all the fight you have?" demanded Zavis. Only the closeness of the python's head to Grav's ear allowed the hyena to hear the words, but they were more than enough to drive a spike of fear directly into Grav's belly. With the dark room growing darker with each passing second, the hyena could feel himself losing consciousness--a state he knew he would not awaken from; there was no easy release for the hyena, however, and once again he found himself able to draw in breath as Zavis' arm released him.

Grav was pulled to his feet roughly, head spinning from another close call. He was face to face with Zavis, the snake toying with his prey as behind him the other boys continued to battle: Felix was back on his feet, though Ket still seemed to be playing with the bat, Jamie had managed to escape Jacob's grasp and Pyre was straddling Vox with both paws around the gryphon's throat. When Zavis' paws closed around his throat once again, the hyena didn't have the strength to stop him. Rising to his toes--as though it would help--the hyena looked down his arms at the python who was about to kill him, Grav's black cock throbbing with a need he'd never felt before; it was an odd sensation, helplessness melding with acceptance and a complete submission to the powerful snake. While his paws still gripped at the snake's clutching fingers, the hyena found himself pushed back easily.

The python's fist slammed into Grav's belly, the hyena reeling backwards helplessly as the snake pounded his unprotected gut. The blows sped the hyena's stumbling as Zavis continued to push the hyena backwards, and when he neared the edge, he knew it; he could feel the sound of the crowd colliding with his back and the hyena knew he was teetering on the edge of his own death. There was no ceremony, no fanfare nor solemn attention paid to the harsh shove which sent the hyena toppling from the platform; Zavis blew a playful kiss as he finished off the battered hyena, and to Grav the simple tease was the worst part of this whole situation.

"HGRRRYAAAA!" The raspy sound which escaped Grav's throat as he fell sounded nothing like him, his voice harshened by the punishment his throat had endured in the final few moments of his life. When he hit the end of his cord his whole body snapped back upwards, feet kicking and his eyes bulging as his tongue was forced violently between his teeth. Head tilting back a little, the hyena danced in the air as his ebony shaft bounced and swung about, still stiff and dripping as he died so abruptly. Already weak, the hyena didn't last long, his cheeks turning blue and fading to a soft purple even as his eyes rolled back and grew glassy. Still, the hyena's fight continued for several seconds afterwards, feet falling still and soon his arms falling limply to his side. Before he died, the hyena was well aware of the fire which burned in his loins, and in a final display of the virility snuffed so one-sidedly by Zavis, the hyena came. Thick gushes of cum sparkled in the rainbow cascade of lights, the boy's legs bending as his body bucked its hips for the final time. Several powerful shots marked the boy's end, the rest of his final climax trickling along his cock's length before dripping to the floor below.

Zavis watched the hyena struggle, dangling from his red cord like some kind of decoration amidst the ample decadence of the club. Above, Grav's portrait faded to a dim grey-scale version of itself, snuffed out much like the hyena had been. With his first kill out of the way, the python turned his attention away from the cooling meat which had so recently been a strong, young male.

Ket could practically taste the bat's fatigue as the two continued to wrestle. The otter had managed to get his powerful legs around the bat's midsection. Both were laying on the ground, their bodies slick with sweat and Felix bleeding from several small wounds inflicted by the otter's claws. Now, the legs which had propelled the sleek otter so deftly through his watery adventures were crushing Felix's ribs like a clam being cracked against the rocks. Giggling, Ket curled his body around so he could better see the look on Felix's face.

"What a weak boy I've found!" Ket exclaimed, his general flirtiness obvious even in the otter's insult. "Maybe I should just cut you off... down there... and keep you as a slave, yes?"

"S-Stupid river-rat" Felix hissed back between his grinding jaws. A lull in the music allowed the two to hear each other's words while the DJ gave the crowd a moment to catch their breath. Ket rolled his eyes, a short peal of tinkling laughter accenting the indifference the otter felt towards the bat's words.

"Those are gonna be your last words? Little lacklustre. I'll come up with something better if anyone asks, maybe that you begged before I snuffed ya." The otter spoke to himself, each sentence punctuated by his legs tightening, and each time his legs tightened Felix could feel his ribs creak and groan out in protest; the bat wanted to scream, but he couldn't draw enough breath to do anything but roll his head back and open his muzzle in a silent declaration of pain. The otter stretched, pointing his toes and 'inadvertently' rubbing his prick along the floor. The coolness of the tiling excited the boy nearly as much as the warm bat caught between his knees. The bat's body wriggled and bucked, cock jutting almost straight up as his balls jiggled. Ket playfully swatted at the bat's cock and balls, bending at the hips and giving the bat a clear view of his well-toned ass as he did.

Felix pulled his eyes away from the otter's well-formed ass and tried to ignore the pulsing eagerness of his cock as the otter's paws batted at it like a kitten with a ball of yarn. There was only one option left to the weakening bat. Though he had been trying unsuccessfully to dislodge his opponent, the bat realized now was the perfect time to return a favour earned earlier in the fight. A single solid push against the otter's leg and ass prompted Ket to roll upright from his previously bent position. His legs loosened as Ket moved, and the momentary relaxation of his leg muscles was enough for the bat's push to inch Ket down.

Though the movement was a harmless one, the move was enough to get Ket low enough for a quick jerk of the bat's leg to reach the soft orbs at the base of Ket's penis. The relatively weak--but unexpected--attack sent lances of pain through Ket's gut as his balls smacked upwards.

"AAAAWI!" Ket howled as his body jerked about from the blow. Both of his paws moved to clutch at his aching sack, and before he knew it the bat had wriggled free and sent another blow into the otter's already bruised balls. A shriek of pain tore from Ket, who suddenly found himself at the bat's mercy. Felix flared his wings as he stood above Ket, who was rolling about on his back with both paws tucked between his thighs right up to his forearm. Fighting the urge to throw up, Ket whimpered and quivered as he was pulled violently to his feet. The fight had been seemingly wrenched from the otter, who seemed far less smug than he had only moments before.

The two stared at each other, one with the keen eyes of a predator, and the other with a look that seemed to show an array of emotions; pain was not the least among them. The intimate moment ended abruptly as Pyre came crashing down beside them, his back arching in pain as Vox--who had clearly been the one to launch the wolf--came towards the supine lupine. Felix continued unabated, however, his fingers digging into the fur on the back of the sleek otter's skull and yanking it back to bare the smaller male's throat. Now would be the chance for a kill. The thought fluttered in Felix's mind, but so too did his lust. Prick jutting up like a pointed finger singling out the otter's weakness, Felix pushed his prey down towards it, legs spreading and hips pushing forward as if to invite the auburn lutrine to taste; Ket, for his part, understood what was being demanded and threw himself to the task as though fueled by some taboo desire to submit to the bat.

Felix held onto the cord which strung up from the otter, using it like a leash to keep the now kneeling boy in place. At the first touch of those lips upon his tip, Felix's eyes half-closed at the pleasure of it; the danger of such a luxury was soundly mitigated by the regret he knew he'd feel if he didn't do this. Ket's tongue was like a second skin to the heated flesh of Felix's cock, curling around it as he tilted his head left and right around the prick pressed up into his mouth. The smell of it was almost intoxicating to the nigh-defeated lutrine, his own cock throbbing and aching as though demanding he start to re-assert some dominance in the situation; its pleas fell on deaf ears, and Ket threw himself into his work. He was rewarded by a soft groan from the bat standing above him, pre-cum spurting in small salty drops onto the otter's tongue before vanishing down his throat.

The groan soon became a gasp though as the bat's eyes shot open. From behind, a pair of arms appeared, circling around the bat's throat, yanking his body back into an arch and cutting off his air. The previously slow rhythmic movements of his hips became a frantic bucking as the bat's toes curled and his feet scrabbled to find purchase. Arms lifting to pry at the feathery arms which had cinched around his throat, Felix found himself torn between the pleasure of the otter--who saw no reason to stop to help the bat--and the pain caused by this new attacker! Felix's lungs were already beginning to burn as he slapped and clawed at those arms, ass clenched and muscles straining even as they found themselves deprived of fresh oxygen.

Raspy gurgles stole from the bat's lips, along with a growing trail of saliva which seemed to be made all the more apparent by the lights of the club. Stars exploding in the periphery of his vision, Felix realized that he was fucked. The position his assailant had put him in was as deadly as a gun, and the thought sent shivers down the oxygen-deprived male's spine. His cock was leaking heavily by now, though his cheeks had begun to turn a vicious shade of purplish red. All throughout this, the attacker said nothing, and only the arms around his throat and the occasional puff of breath against the back of his neck told the bat anyone was there at all. Finally, he was yanked back, arms reeling to maintain his balance as he was so rudely torn away from the warmth of Ket's mouth. Only able to see the ceiling, Felix missed the look of annoyance on Ket's face as he looked up, only to see the bat being dragged to the edge by Jacob. Though the cassowary's sudden attack had saved the young otter's life, Ket figured the avian could at least have waited until the bat had cum.

Felix's trip to the edge was short but by the time he'd reached it, he already felt his consciousness slipping. Held face-first to the edge, he gave one last push against the body behind him before he was thrust forward out into the void. The bat's body kicked as he flew, eyes wide as a final scream escaped his bruised throat.

"GYAAAAAA--HRRACK!"

Felix's scream was ripped to a finish as he hit the end of his cord and it snapped back, digging tightly into his throat. Feet kicking even as his fingers tried to dig their way between the cord and his neck, the bat's already depleted muscles could do little but spasm in protest of once again having their supply of air cut off. As the fight drained from him, Felix thrust his hips forward in a final display of his masculinity--as unintentional as it may have been--before spraying a thick stream of cum into the air. Shot after shot rained down on the crowd below, and the dancers roared their approval at the second male to fall from the platform. Felix could dimly hear them as his vision faded and he joined Grav in death. Arms falling to his sides, Felix's body went limp as he lost consciousness at last, heart slowing to a stop.

Jacob watched his first kill perish below with a smirk, rubbing over his own cock before turning back to the fight. The otter which had been blowing the bat was rising from his kneel, and Jacob moved forward; now that he'd killed the boss, maybe it was time to deal with the bitch.

Jamie had kept a keen eye out for Jacob since escaping the cassowary earlier, the small otter ready should the larger male come to try for him again. The otter had been hunting Pyre even as he'd avoided Jacob; the thin purple wolf seemed to be the easiest prey here, and he was being abused by the gryphon to boot... surely that was Jamie's best chance for his first kill. The boy's long rudder like tail swept against the floor behind him as he ducked past Zavis, who was paying attention to the coming fight between Jacob and Ket, and hurried towards the back of Vox.

Zavis' eyes slipped to the side as he watched that large-tailed otter runt run past him. The python made no immediate move to stop the boy--who unwittingly had just become the snake's prey--and instead allowed him to go towards the gryphon and wolf; what was he hoping to do there, the snake wondered idly. When he was certain Jamie had passed the snake off, Zavis gave chase. His balls ached with the prospect of another kill, and Zavis had no intention of losing the chance to see the otter die. The chase was short, however, and the otter's thick tail made for a perfect handhold. The snake's grip closed around the distracted boy's tail even as Jamie made ready to put whatever plan he'd come up with into motion. The squeal of surprise which escaped the lutrine caused Vox to glance back for only a second, seeing Zavis' grip on Jamie before he turned his attention back to Pyre.

Jamie twisted to face behind him, constrained by the hold on his tail but able to get a solid hit into Zavis' ribs before the snake yanked him off his feet. Landing face-down, the otter tried to crawl away from the powerful fingers digging into his sensitive tail, feet kicking as he growled and struggled against the python. Several times Zavis grimaced as the otter's nails cut into his scales, small trickles of blood peeking from the shallow cuts. A single blow from the python's foot to Jamie's side soon took some of the fight out of the boy, however, and the otter rolled over onto his side from the force of the impact. Using that momentum, Zavis twisted the boy's tail and forced Jamie onto his back, supine and defenseless against the sudden flurry of stomps from the angry snake.

"Little shit! How dare you cut me!", Zavis bellowed. When he was satisfied by the squeaks of pain and the writhing of the otter's body, the snake's foot came down to press firmly down atop the otter's cock and balls. Zavis didn't put all of his weight into it, but there was certainly more than enough for the otter to feel his balls being driven against him, along with the unique brand of pain which came with such things. Cock pressed flat against his belly by the snake's foot, Jamie's head rolled back and a guttural groan rippled from him. Throughout all of this, Zavis did not release the otter's tail, twisting it around his leg a little so he could clench it even as he pressed down on his prey's masculinity, ensuring Jamie knew that he could destroy it at any time.

His foot moved only when the python was content with his little game, reaching out to grab Jamie's cord and yank him to his feet with it. A little choking sound accompanied the movement, the otter's bruised prick as hard as ever though as he was placed back on his feet. A sudden punch to his ribs nearly threw Jamie right off of them again, though, and only Zavis' grip on his cord kept the boy upright. What followed was a flurry of one-handed blows that left the otter feeling like a punching bag more than a killer, and his body groaned out from the half-dozen bruises he could already feel forming beneath his fur. Zavis chortled with laughter at the almost harmless otter, this guy was even weaker than that hyena!

Yanking Jamie upwards, the python found himself eager to simply dispose of the pest; Jamie, however, had no intention of going so easily. Lifted into the air, the otter's feet shot out instinctively, and Zavis found himself bleeding once again. The claws on the otter's feet tore into Zavis' chest, striking deeper than before and forcing the snake to release Jamie's cord. Landing on his feet, the otter quickly threw himself into the attack, his aches and pains muted by adrenaline as he pounded at the disoriented snake's belly. The blows seemed to have stunned the snake, though the trained fighter in the python was quickly re-asserting itself; any chance Jamie had would soon disappear. A final desperate punch straight into Zavis' cock sent the snake to his knees, a position that allowed the otter to send a second punch straight into his larger opponent's snout. Blood pulsed from the reptile's nostrils and a deep throbbing pain settled in his belly as his battered nuts voiced their displeasure.

The quick swing in the momentum of the fight lasted about as long as the otter was tall, however, and as he pulled his fist back to throw another blow into Zavis' face, the snake's tail snapped around the kneeling reptile's body and struck Jamie in the cheek. It was enough to halt the otter's punch and any chance of the boy recovering was smashed by the snake's fist plunging into the otter's unprotected solar plexus. Gagging as spit gushed from his mouth, Jamie was on his side in seconds, trying to keep his lunch in his stomach where it belonged. Wobbling to his feet, Zavis sneered at the over-achieving runt at his feet.

"Tougher than I thought..." admitted the snake with a grudging respect for his fallen opponent. That respect did not slow the snake's foot as it came down on Jamie's throat. Holding it there, the snake made a show of it for the crowd, hands on his hips, cock upthrust and a look of smug satisfaction on his lips, like some ancient gladiator posing over his latest kill. Jamie was not dead yet, however, and his body wriggled as he stared upwards in horror. The monitor had pinpointed the scene, flicking between several angles of the battle between the two, though it was clearly winding down now. Jamie had lost most of his air from that hit, unable to get more in before the snake had crushed his throat beneath his foot. Rather than getting his first kill, the otter realized that he had just become a tick on someone else's scorecard. The realization was stark, but exciting, and Jamie relished his own helplessness as darkness began to creep into his vision.

Unlike the others, the otter found himself unable to constrain his own lust at his own imminent mortality. Cock slapping against his belly, Jamie came in a brilliant gush of sparkling cream that painted his tan bellyfur in streaks; to Zavis' amusement, he noticed several strike his own foot. Hips arching, Jamie could only rasp out his ecstacy from beneath Zavis' foot. Like the boy, the orgasm soon faded, balls emptied and cock spent as Jamie's final impotent orgasm began to cool in his bellyfur. The game was up and Zavis intended to see the boy hang.

Though Jamie's cheeks had already begun to mimic the shade of purple shared by the two hanging males, Zavis did not allow him any respite. Rather than lift his foot, he used its position against Jamie's chin to simply drag the otter across the floor before almost haphazardly kicking him from the platform. There was no pause, no acknowledgement of the severity of the action, simply a push by the snake and a short drop by the otter.

Jamie's cock had already begun to soften by the time he fell, his bellyfur sticky and tacky with his cum. Too exhausted to scream, the boy could only morosely watch the ground rush towards him before he hit the end of the cord and jerked upright. His position as he'd been pushed off caused the otter's body to snap back violently as it was forced upright, and to the crowd's disappointment they realized the otter's neck had snapped with it; there would be no dance, but the boy was still a fine addition to the trophies hanging from the platform.

Pyre groaned out into the clouded air of the club, his purple fur hiding his bruises but the male feeling them all the same. Despite the occasional turn-around, the fight between Vox and himself had been noticeably one sided. The boy rubbed at his cheek as he struggled to his feet. Jacob was heading for Ket, and Zavis was too busy enjoying his second kill; there was no way either would interfere, which meant the wolf was going to have to save himself.

Vox loomed like a black-feathered mountain, each trudging step like a death knell for the outclassed wolf. What he had over the gryphon, however, was the knowledge that he'd have to give it his best to survive... or more importantly, the drive that such knowledge could bestow on an animal facing its own end. Tossing his splintered glasses away, Pyre charged towards Vox with a near feral cry that stalled even the mighty avian; it was not fear, of course, what was there to fear? Curiosity, more likely. Vox found himself regretting that curiosity quickly. Rather than launch himself at Vox with a furious attack, the wolf instead threw himself shoulder-first into Vox's knees. Haughty as he was, the squawk of surprise which came from Vox's beak was less than regal. Nearly landing on the wolf, Vox collapsed to sprawl out, cock pressed firmly against the small of Pyre's back as though wrapped in a sheath of fine fur.

Jacob saw the purple wolf's attack, smirking as the two fell into a heap and began to grapple and squirm about with each other; 'how undignified', the cassowary thought. It was almost as scornful as the slut standing before him. There was no exchange as the cassowary threw himself into a clutch with Ket. The otter had risen to his feet when Jacob had turned to him, but the boy had not moved after that; there was no running from the fight, but the boy would make that bird work for it at least.

Both the otter and cassowary's dicks pressed against one another, balls rubbing together as their owners fought for the upper-hand above. Paw clutched in paw, the two males strained as they sought to simply overpower the other to snatch the advantage. Ket's prick slapped against Jacob's, the movement of their bodies causing the hard shafts to bounce and jostle about when they weren't being ground against one another. It was the cassowary who took the battle, however. Though Ket put up a good fight against the slowly unbearable pressure being forced against his arms, he could feel his elbows buckling under the cassowary's strength.

Finally, the otter's arms gave out and he crumpled to one knee, gravity now aiding the cassowary's already superior strength. Clenching his jaws as his arms were now soundly pushed down to his sides, the otter stared up in surprise tinged with a defiance that burned in the boy's gaze. The cassowary only dropped a playful wink, twisting his hips to slap his cock across the otter's cheek before driving his knee straight into Ket's shoulder. The otter winced at the prick hitting his face, a smear of pre-cum left in a streak across the otter's cheek as the knee sent him tumbling onto his back. Ket gasped for breath as he climbed quickly to his knees. The strike had hit him close enough to the collarbone that turning his head up to watch Jacob sent a shriek through his nerves. Pain erupted in Ket's mind but he was still aware of the cassowary leaning over to grab him by the neck and lift him to his feet; it was a tidal wave, a gushing crescendo of red hot misery and the grasp on his neck nearly sent the otter into convulsions.

Jacob laughed as he watched the otter's body twist with pain.

"That hurt?", asked Jacob sardonically.

Whether it was a convulsion, or some subconscious need of the otter's to shut the gloating avian up, something forced the otter's head forward in a headbutt that left Jacob howling. The pain reached a fevered pitch in Ket's brain and the spots floating before his eyes expanded into a blackness that soon overtook his vision. Nursing his beak, by the time Jacob was able to focus on Ket once more the otter was laying prone at his feet. The unexpected turn fed perfectly into Jacob's anger as he threw a final kick into the unconscious boy's ribs. Ket's body rolled a little, but he remained otherwise still.

Grabbing for Ket's cord, Jacob quickly forgot about the blood trickling from his nostrils, intent on finishing off the rodent before he regained consciousness; not only would it be one less male between him and victory, but it allowed the cassowary the time he needed to ensure he enjoyed the other male's exit from the competition. It was an easy job to drag the otter to the edge, Jacob's grip on Ket's cord ensuring that he didn't even need to bend down to do it. When they reached the brink, the crowd below sensing another kill and abandoning their dancing to focus on the otter's death.

"On your feet, bitch", laughed out Jacob as he pulled the limp otter up. Face to upturned face, the cassowary planted a kiss on Ket's slack lips before simply hurling the boy off of the platform. "Sure hope otters can fly!", the male added before brushing his hands together and turning back to the fight.

Though otters have yet to fly, there was something to be said for their resilience. When Ket reached the length of his cord and was snapped into place by the pull-back, the jolt wakened the boy almost immediately. Waking up to the vice-like grip of his noose, the otter's first instinct was to panic then die, but perhaps the suddenness of the situation gave the otter the second of clarity he needed to come up with a better plan. Tongue forced from his jaws, the otter's paws scrabbled for the cord above him, rocking his body to swing it slightly and give his arms even an inch of extra reach towards the fluorescent lifeline.

Meanwhile, Pyre had managed to gain the upper hand once more. Straddling Vox's back, the young wolf's cock oozed pre-cum between the gryphon's wings, the smell of it masked by the larger male's more pungent arousal. The wolf had managed to catch Vox in a camel clutch, his paws laced beneath Vox's chin and pulling back to force the gryphon to arch upwards. Pyre had managed to get his paws slightly lower, however, pressing against Vox's airway rather than his chin. The effects were obvious, Vox rolling from side to side as his tongue lolled lewdly from his beak and his eyes watered. The mighty body struggling beneath the wolf only added to his already immense pleasure at his position. He could easily choke the gryphon out then dispose of him at his leisure, he had won! Vox had reached the same conclusion and knew that he would have to move fast to save himself. The lack of air had not dulled his senses much; the feeling of his cock squashed beneath his body, forced to rub and grind against the smooth tiling, had begun to become a distraction however.

Vox's wings slapped inwards, buffeting Pyre between them in a flurry of feathers beating against him.. Like a venus fly-trap surrounding its prey, the wings enshrouded Pyre. Though he could easily push them away, the wolf was constrained by the hold he had established on the gryphon. Soon enough one of his paws came up instinctively to try and protect his face, the wolf doing it nigh subconsciously, unable to help himself. The gryphon quickly seized his opportunity, wrenching from the grip of Pyre's remaining hand and twisting beneath the disoriented lupine. Pyre fell from the gryphon like a sack of bricks, hitting the glowing floor hard. Though Vox's legs were shaky as he rose to them, the weakness passed quickly as he sucked in deep breaths greedily. Pyre, however, remained on the ground, cupping his no-doubt broken jaw tenderly as he pushed himself away from the suddenly advancing avian.

Vox was in no hurry now. His movements flowed with a trained finesse which hid the tenseness lurking in those muscles, the strength waiting to be unleashed on the wolf. Pyre rose to his feet once more, chest heaving as he tried to limit the movement of his lower jaw. As hard as he tried, though, the wolf's face was still on fire in radiating bursts which sent needles of pain through his brain. He backed up, carefully testing with his feet to ensure he didn't walk right off the brink of the platform by mistake. When Vox came at him, it was with a speed that the wolf hadn't been expecting. The gryphon's fist slammed into Pyre's side twice, knuckles driving the boy's body into a twisted mess that nearly drove the lupine to his knees. The wolf resisted the attack as best he could but each blow still drove him closer to the edge. Catching a flash of movement from the avian's other hand, the wolf threw himself to his knees on purpose as the gryphon's clenched left hook swung over his head; had he waited there was no doubt in Pyre's mind that the blow would have hit his chin and sent him flying off of the platform.

Mind whirling, sparking with a thousand ideas to save his own life, the wolf's body acted on one before he'd even realized he'd chosen it. The wolf's fist lifts even before he'd fully crouched, pistoning forward into the gryphon's unprotected balls and drawing a scream from the gryphon that roared even above the tumultuous music. The gryphon's heavy shaft bounced as the large male's body arched forward, as though subconsciously seeking another blow from that fist even as he howled in pain from the first. Pyre obliged his playmate, throwing another blow which threw the gryphon's thrusting hips into reverse. Vox's eyes had closed until they were little more than wrinkles against his skin, the scar which ran across one eyelid stretched as the male's entire face seemed to tighten.

Before Pyre could throw a third punch, he was astounded to see the bent over gryphon's cock begin to trickle a few watery drops of watery cum before erupting in a thick gush of white cream. It pulsed from between the gryphon's clutching hands, fingers laced loosely beneath the avian's brutalized balls.

"Gggggrggh," Vox groaned out hazily, his eyes still closed as he found himself riding through one of the most embarrassing orgasms of his life. Cheeks still flushed, and hips still rutting, the avian found himself overcome by the sensations wracking his body. Musky cum oozed between his hands as it fired powerfully from his cock; several stripes of it found their way to Pyre's cheek and throat. The brief respite the wolf had earned quickly disappears. The gryphon, gritting his beak even as he slowly rose back to his full height, burned with a resolve to pay the wolf back for the lowblows. His cock still dripped the last remnants of his climax as he seemed to conquer his pain and once more throw himself into the smaller lupine.

Pyre fell back in a hurry as the gryphon's massive body bore down on him. Scrambling backwards, and barely avoiding a grip around his arm which would surely have led to a bad end, Pyre managed to get around to the gryphon's side; the new angle gave the wolf some breathing room in regards to the edge of the platform. Vox--despite his bravado--still found himself turning slowly as he nursed his aching sack. The gryphon's cock had already begun to soften after his unwanted climax, and it felt as though it was going to die in his sheath before he saw it again. Still, anger and bloodlust drove the--now--slightly less virile male onwards. The wolf sidestepped a downward punch that came from above his head like a thunderbolt from heaven itself. The brink was looming and Pyre realized he was almost out of room again.

Ket grunted as he scaled one of the notched marble legs of the towering platform above. The boy had proven his species' tenacity once more, swinging by his own noose to reach out and snag a hold on the leg. The crowd had loved it, their chanting lifting him from below; the force of it was incredible, a mingled desire that both wished the otter to survive, yet fall. The contradictory desires soon melded into simple pleasure at the spectacle presented to them. Ket was bolsted by it, his cock jostling and slapping against the warm stone as he climbed. Though it was only ten feet back to the lip of the platform, the otter had to fight for every inch. He paused as his shaft pressed into a worn groove in the stone. The pressure of the stone against his cock--which just felt as though it were made of stone--drew several low rolls of his hips before he began his climb once more. Above him the fight continued, but for Ket it was only the next handhold, the next footing, and Jacob at the top waiting to get what was coming to him.

When Ket finally reached the top, he slid along the brink, supported only by only his forearms and claws hooked into a gap in the light paneling atop the platform. The boy's arms already burned from the exertion of his climb, and the grueling airlessness which had preceded it. But now he was here, he had made it back up and into the fight! The otter let a shaky grin crack his muzzle as he slowly pulled himself up. Lower body rocking as it hung in open space. The platform was supported only by the corner-pillars, with no walls beneath to stop the otter's body from swinging about. Cock slapping against his belly each time he rocked backwards, the boy could feel the dampness of his own precum soaking into his short stomachfur. As his head cleared the top of the platform's edge, he saw Jacob nearby and immediately focused his attention there; that bird bitch was going down!

Pyre stumbled back, still wracking his mind for ways to escape. The only thing he could do was throw the large male off balance. If he could get the weakened avian onto his back, the wolf was certain he could finish the fighter off.

Ket growled as he strained, gritting his teeth as he rose higher up. He was almost there! There was no way he was going to lose now, not after what he'd just managed to do!

Pyre threw his weight backwards, bracing his legs against the backward motion so he could recoil with greater momentum and perhaps knock the wind from Vox.

Ket's attention was stolen by a large purple foot coming down on his face. So enthralled by Jacob, the boy hadn't noticed the slim wolfboy backing up until he was--literally--on top of him. The wolf had thrown all of his weight into the movement, unaware that he'd be as close to the edge as he was, nor that there was an otter underfoot. The feeling of warm fur against his foot flashed in the back of Pyre's mind, but he was far too occupied already to pay much attention to the momentary feeling. Launching himself, using the otter's face as a launchpad, Pyre threw himself shoulder-first towards the approaching gryphon's gut.

Ket let out a howl of despair as his shaking arms lost their grip. The boy was wrenched backwards by the force of Pyre's foot slamming down on him. Arms flying up, Ket fell for a second time.

"AIIIIIIIIIIIIE!" The boy's own deathcry rattled in his ears as Ket once more saw the crowd below rushing towards him. When he hit the end of his cord, there was no strength left in the boy's muscles. Thrashing upwards, the otter could only tear uselessly at the cord cinching his throat closed. Eyes rolling up, Ket's body kicked and twisted in a visceral death jig that had the crowd moving in euphoric waves of mob-pleasure.

"Hraaack! GuhGrrGrafffff" Ket sputtered out uselessly. His last words went unheeded, however, and the otter's toes could only splay in some final futile defiance of his fate. Tail spasming, the otter's bloating tongue slid from his lips as his head rolled back and he sunk deeper into the noose's embrace. His cock--standing straight up against his belly by this point--fired off the boy's last impotent orgasm as though trying to mark the boy's eternal send-off. Rivulets of cum smeared across Ket's belly, and rained down on the crowd below; the otter did not die right away, however. He could feel every second of the orgasm, his body shutting down but the boy's powerful lungs--a blessing, and now curse, of his species--still clung desperately to their last scraps of air.

The otter's death came minutes later. Though he lasted longer than any of those who had fallen before him, even Ket's air was not infinite, and with his body already stiffened by pooling blood, the otter died. Saliva trickling down his cheek, the otter swung gently as though pushed by the very sound that surrounded it.

Pyre's attack proved to be as useless as Ket's attempts to survive. The gryphon was ready for the wolf to try something, and when the wolf's body flew towards the avian, instead of

striking the gryphon, the avian struck the wolf. A thick arm drove itself forward into Pyre's neck, the clothesline sending the boy hurtling to the ground as spit flew from his lips. When his head collided with the glass tiling of the platform's lit flooring, Pyre was certain he was about to lose consciousness. His thoughts and feelings ebbed, washed away with the receding tide of his vision. Vox couldn't help but smirk as the male at his feet writhed helplessly, groaning out as he dazedly sought to rise; the wolf's body refused to listen, however, and the proud avian made a show of it. Stepping slowly towards the wolf's feet, the gryphon kicked Pyre's legs apart, making a lewd display of the drippingly hard dick and defenseless balls at its base.

The first stomp to the wolf's sensitive sack nearly sent the wolf right over the edge of wakefulness. Only the sharp pain ripping through his guts kept the wolf conscious now, though the scream which bubbled in his throat but failed to escape played its part as well.

"Oh shit, I think I popped one!" The gryphon's boisterous call sent a shiver of fear down the back of Pyre's neck. A hard kick to the wolf's upthrust prick slapped it against his belly before it bounced back to its original position, swaying slightly even as the fresh pain of it finally let the wolf scream. Still Vox showed no mercy to his weakened opponent. The wolf's hands were both grabbing for his injured cock, feeling tenderly at his maimed balls while curling into a near fetal position.

One hand closed around the boy's thigh, the other around his neck. Hoisted upwards, the wolf hacked and wheezed as his own body weight forced his throat down into Vox's hand. Instinctively, the boy's legs closed, unwittingly making himself easier to control as the gryphon's wings spread and he posed; the crowd saw what was coming and it began to stomp its collective feet in anticipation of another kill. Vox did not keep them waiting, simply hurling his stiff-pricked captive right over the edge.

Pyre was granted the freedom to breathe for only a few seconds before it was yanked from him once more. Falling with a shriek that matched the former otter's, Pyre braced himself against the inevitable pullback. When it hit, he felt as though it were going to take his head off! Instead, he found his head still firmly attached, and his throat burning with a pain he'd never imagined possible before; up until a few seconds ago the wolf would have sworn nothing in his life could dwarf the pain radiating from his loins. Hanging only a foot from the otter he'd accidentally sent back down, Pyre tried to tear the cord away from his neck, but the smooth surface of the strange LED tubing prevented him from getting a good grip on it with his increasingly numb fingers.

The boy's body smacked into the now-still corpse of the otter beside him, the impact causing the limply hanging male to jostle in the snug embrace of his noose. Pyre was given a momentary glimpse into his own future as the otter's slack tongue wobbled loosely between his open jaws. The sight of his inevitable fate only spurred the wolf to greater desperation. The pain in his balls was fading, replaced instead by the chilled emptiness of approaching death. Muscles slackening, Pyre's fingers fell from his cord, unable to muster the strength to tear at the thin glowing tube; the lupine's fingers curled involuntary as they hung by his hips. Chin turned down, Pyre watched the crowd cheer for his death, the sound of it roaring as loudly as the blood pumping in his head.

"Hrrrrngh!" Pyre rasped out the dismal deathrattle as gravity combined with his increasing inability to control his muscles forced his legs to fall open. Balls already darkened with the bruises forming on them, Pyre hissed out in a final show of pain as they tightened and began to pump his fragrant seed into the air. The boy's dick was flat against his belly, and when he came he couldn't help but spray several streaks through his own fur. Pyre didn't rut like the others, the orgasm catching him almost off guard, and before he could register the pleasure of it the stream of cum was tapering off to a trickle; one last shot of pleasure and the boy had missed it beneath the humiliation of having it forced from him.

When Pyre died his last thoughts were of how he must look, before his eyes closed behind his haphazardly askew glasses and he looked no more.

Vox turned to look up at the monitor above. The screen was focused on the wolf below, and a pang of pride blossomed in the gryphon's heart as he watched. When the wolf was gone-- his portrait darkened like the other fallen fighters-- Vox couldn't help but stroke along his throbbing prick. Only three males still stood; Vox, of course, Zavis the python and Jacob the cassowary. The three stood as far apart from one another as they could manage; the vibe of the battle changed, the frantic action of the earlier phase finished as abruptly as Jamie's broken neck had finished the otter.

"Didn't think you'd make it this far, Vox" Zavis called over the music.

"Don't expect you to make it much further, snake" Vox shot back.

Jacob simply remained quiet, focusing on the kills to come rather than losing himself to the luxury of smug banter.

There was no hiding the arousal each of the remaining males felt surging in their loins. All three had caused the death of at least one opponent, and as pre-cum oozed in glistening trails from the tips of the fighters' jutting dicks they began to circle around the outside of the arena. Two more would die before the fight was over, and the confidence which had carried each of them so far now assured them that it would not be they who died.

A glance between Vox and Jacob acted as a signal for the final melee to begin. The two males, as though hatching some devious plot with that single glance, both rushed towards Zavis. The python had only seconds to prepare himself, the sudden weight of the mighty gryphon slamming into his chest even as Jacob's powerful legs chopped at the back of Zavis' knees. The surprised python went down heavily on one knee, the force of Vox's blow against his chest throwing the reptile backwards until the platform crashed into the back of his skull. Zavis let out a croak of despair as the avian atop him threw a flurry of punches which had the python's head bouncing against the platform beneath it.

Zavis' vision was blurred with a combination of hideous pain, and his own sweat. Whatever alliance Vox and Jacob had formed, however, soon dissolved. The cassowary had no intention of fighting one on one with the gryphon at his full strength! Zavis stared up in wondor as the silhouettes of Vox and Jacob soon tumbled from atop him. The pulsing lights of the club moved in time with the throbbing in Zavis' skull, but now was no time to rest. The python slid to his feet with the fluid grace that was expected of his kind, but his knees wobbled and his face bled despite the haunting grin which cracked the male's snout; at last, a fight!

Jacob ground his hips against Vox's chest, arms working to break through the prone gryphon's defenses. The surprise had worn off quickly and the cassowary was soon assured that had he fought the gryphon on even-footing, it may not have ended well for him. The difference in strength was immediately apparent, but the cassowary had gravity on his side and soon even Vox found himself giving ground. Jacob's cock thrust up above Vox's chest, the boy's balls pressed firmly against his intended prey. The thin trail of pre-cum which drizzled from the cassowary's upthrust prick marked the gryphon across his throat.

"Almost gotcha, meat", Jacob teased between the heated gasps forced from him by the exertion. His hands were scant inches from Vox's throat; he could taste the kill that was coming! What came instead, however, was Zavis' foot crashing down onto Vox's face. The blunt impact jarred the cassowary for a second; Vox letting out a gurgle of pain as Zavis swung both fists into Jacob's head. Jacob was knocked from atop Vox by the impact and landed with a grunt beside the larger avian. Zavis pressed his sudden advantage and brought his foot down again, this time onto Vox's belly, before kicking him swiftly in the ribs. Vox's muscled frame arched beneath the punishment, a howl of pain sounding from his beak even as his hips lifted into the air. The position put the male's prick prominently on display and Zavis couldn't resist, bringing his foot down to shove those hips back to the floor. He pressed down on Vox's cock with his taloned footpaw, forcing it flat against Vox's belly.

As Zavis savoured his dominant position over the bleeding bird at his feet, Jacob was hurriedly picking himself back up. So enthralled by his own lusts at this stage of the fight, Zavis seemed more intent on grinding his foot against the nearly defeated malehood beneath it, than on paying attention to Jacob. Though it was only a lapse of a matter of seconds, it was enough for the ambusher to be ambushed in turn. Jacob's arms looped around Zavis' throat and the python was roughly jerked into a half-nelson, his hand pinned between his smooth scales and Jacob's feathered hip. The arm around his throat was as strong as any vice, and the snake bucked frantically to escape it. Zavis' fingers briefly found the warmth of Jacob's cock as it dragged its musk against the snake's body and he did his best to regain some advantage that way, but Jacob would not be denied. The snake's plan only resulted in a few grunts from Jacob before Zavis was thrown violently to the side.

The smoke-stale air of the club was the sweetest nectar the python had ever encountered. It poured into his lungs until he remembered to exhale, and that was all the snake had time for before he was attacked once more. Jacob dragged the snake--who had fallen to his hands and knees after being shoved away roughly--upwards, one of the cassowary's sharply taloned feet came up to shove itself against Zavis' face. The club's air was replaced by the smell of sweat-stained feet as he heard Jacob chortle.

"Another one gone!" the male shouted, the air of dismissiveness in the cassowary's words emphasized heavily.

To Zavis' reeling mind, the sudden horror that he felt when he realized that he was kneeling on the edge of the platform was a single wave amidst a stormy sea. Jacob's foot shoved forward and sent Zavis careening from the platform with a final scream that pierced the music easily.

"GRYYYYYYYAH!"

The cry was loud and long, drawing out most of Zavis' air and leaving him ill-prepared for the sudden snap of the cord against his throat. Immediately the python's tongue shot from between his lips, his eyes bulging as his body writhed and thrashed as though it would succeed where the other dead males had failed. The crowd didn't have to wait long before thick cum was spraying from Zavis' cock, as though it were trying to escape the python's fate. It rained down on the dancing mass of furs below the swinging boy's feet. The fight was already leaving him and a blinding whiteness had begun to tear one side of his vision, expanding as his head sunk deeply into his noose.

The snake lived just long enough to feel his cock begin to soften after its explosive final release, and his last thoughts drifted to a somewhat self-conceited humiliation, "Fuck, he got me..." Zavis thought, the words buzzing in his head as though his mind had put them through a distorted megaphone. Then he died, and three became two. The snake's body swung gently from its noose, his head tilted to the side and his face looking slit-eyed and dozy as though he'd grown bored in death.

Jacob grit his teeth as he stood on the edge of the platform, watching the snake die below him. The urge to simply give himself the pleasure of release reared its head but was swiftly cut down by the cassowary's need to finish Vox before he could regain his feet.

The final two fighters now dominated the monitor above now. Vox was trying to get upright, caught in a crouch that his dizziness refused to let him rise from. The sight of Jacob turning towards him was enough incentive to force Vox to try, however. Stumbling as he gained his feet, the male let out a defiant growl.

"Come on then, kid. Let's see what you've got left", Vox spat out derisively.

Jacob just smirked, shaking his head as he picked up his pace and was soon running towards the unsteady gryphon. Vox was no amateur though, the dizziness he felt was real, but he'd been in similar situations before and he persevered. When Jacob drew close, fist lowered as though ready to drive it upwards into Vox's gut, the gryphon sprung into action. His arm flew out to catch Jacob around the throat, Vox's upper body twisting. Looking as though he were simply going to clothesline the youth, the gryphon's arm cinched shut around Jacob's throat instead. When his body twisted, Vox forced the cassowary to twist with it before the momentum of Vox's lunge caused Jacob to leave his feet. Using the crook of his elbow to hold onto Jacob, the gryphon let his arm straighten and the slightly airborne cassowary was launched as though he'd been thrown.

The surprise counter-attack from the gryphon had the crowd shrieking with enjoyment. Jacob landed heavily on his back amidst those shrieks. The sudden reversal of direction before the throw was enough to disorient Jacob and he grabbed at the floor as he tried to recover from the impact.

Vox proclaimed his minor victory with a spread of his wings and a long warbling gryphon-call, the kind used when fresh prey had been cornered. The bloodied gryphon ended the show of power by falling into a mid-crouch and stalking towards the woozy cassowary. Jacob had risen to a seated position by the time Vox's hands curled around the boy's cord. A strangled gasp was caught in Jacob's throat as the cord dug into it and yanked him roughly to his feet. Several hard punches to his gut had the cassowary suddenly less confident than he'd been, though his own fists shot out regardless of this debasing. They struck Vox twice in the ribs made sore by Zavis' earlier kicks. Vox's body instinctively moved to protect the damaged ribs from further abuse, but the weakening of the male's stance was enough for Jacob to pull away from him. The cord fell from Vox's grip but he grabbed for it again quickly and caught it before Jacob could pull away far enough to escape the male's reach.

Vox's elbow colliding with Jacob's beak threw the boy's head back hard enough that some in the audience felt certain the smaller male's neck had just been broken. Somehow, the cassowary withstood the strike, and the two which followed. His knee came up in return, striking several inches to the right of the gryphon's heavy manhood. The two traded blows that would leave bruises which only the winner would have time to notice, and with that in mind both fought as hard as they'd ever fought.

It was a lucky kick from Vox which sent the cassowary to his knees first, however. Jacob yowled out as he clutched at his cock and balls, the boy's meat thoroughly tenderized by the gryphon's attack. Holding his sack, Jacob's body broke out in a sweat at the pain coursing through him; the heaviness of Vox's body crushing him down to the floor paled in comparison.

Driving Jacob belly-down to the floor with a knee to the cassowary's spine, Vox didn't take the time to gloat this time; though the cassowary had fought well, it had only earned him a more earnest death than the one Vox had planned for him initially. The gryphon kept his knee in Jacob's spine, even when he closed both hands around the boy's cord and pulled it upwards. Jacob's body was forced into an arch by the weight pressing him down and the strength pulling him up. Harsh, raspy, choking cries trickled from Jacob's open beak as he was forced to stare upwards. He could dimly see his cord, and Vox's hands around it, but all the cassowary could reach was one of Vox's legs... and not comfortably.

The gryphon pulled up harder on the cord, looking down into the red face of his final opponent as the life was choked from it. Spit trickled down the sides of Jacob's beak, and his bloodshot eyes looked up in horror at his own death unfolding. Though he couldn't see it, the gryphon knew the instant that the dying boy came. He could feel the sudden convulsions shaking Jacob's lower body even as his increasingly slack facial features remained wracked with pain and fear. Beneath Jacob's body his pent-up dick was finally releasing its load, streaking across the platform's floor before being smeared across the boy's writhing belly.

The obvious peril of the fight was being forced from the platform, but there was no rule stating it had to be the method of death. Jacob was finding this out firsthand as Vox made it increasingly clear he was going to finish the cassowary off right in the middle of the platform. Eyes rolling listlessly to the side, Jacob's vision became a grey mist and he lost all sight and sound save for the rushing of blood in his own fading brain.

Vox held on tightly even after he was certain the cassowary was dead. The avian's body only twitched occasionally, and when Vox finally released the cord, Jacob's head fell limply to the ground with a thump. There was no sign of life from the cassowary, but Vox was still guarded as he rose to stand above the corpse. Vox moved only when the adrenaline in his veins had begun to subside. He stepped away from the--he was certain now--dead avian and turned to look up at the monitor. The 7 boys who now hung lifelessly from the platform--or lifelessly atop it--were marked only by their grey-scale portraits while the gryphon's had been blown up to fill the remainder of the screen.

Vox drew in a shaky breath, his cock dribbling pre-cum as though salivating at the thought of fighting again.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK, YOU LAZY FUCKS?" The M.C's voice sounded for the first time since the fight had begun, what seemed a lifetime ago now to the exhausted gryphon. The crowd's adoration cut through the gloom of the club like a laser, revitalizing Vox as they screamed and stomped and crowd their approval of the last male standing.

"THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT!" And just like that, the crowd turned back to its music. The energy in the room worked through Vox's body as though he were a battery being charged, and when the platform began to lower back beneath the opening dancefloor, Vox continued to celebrate. The crowd did not forget Vox as he was lowered, but the show was over and the actors were no longer in the spotlight. By the time he had disappeared back into the depths of the club, to rest and eat and fuck once again, thoughts were already turning to next week's performance.

The bear watched all this with no small interest. The sweat-stains around his armpits had grown somewhat larger since the fight had begun, and the bulge in his pants had grown as well. He paid it no mind as he ducked into his office to answer the phone ringing in his pocket.

"Yeah. It went well. What? Next week? Of course. He'll be ready by then or we'll replace him. Yes, sir. No, sir. No need to do that, sir. It'll work, don't worry."

The phone-call ended and the bear slid his phone back into the tight confines of his pocket. Business was going to pick up, he could just feel it in his bone.