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About a week after my match with the unsavory dog, I was chilling out at my small apartment. Thanks to the winnings, I was able to afford stocking my fridge until it exploded, and I still had cash to spare! I really didn't peruse any more ventures in that kind of combat. I figured I'd cool down and enjoy my winnings for the time being and worry about getting payed to fight when things were looking tough.

Of course, other people didn't see it that way.

That night, I got a letter that was slid under my door. I tried to open the door to see who had delivered the message, but whoever it was got out of there in quite the hurry. Opening up the envelope, I was greeted by a dirty piece of notebook paper with the name of a location AND another password.

"Old Factory Docks"

"Punchout"

I sighed and shook my head, chuckling a little bit and wandering to my closet. Picking out a loose fitting outfit of a tee shirt, basketball shorts and a pair of flip flops, I walked out the door, gave my apartment a good look over and headed out. I wasn't surprised that I wouldn't be returning to the Typewriter factory, these kinds of tournaments weren't known for their legality, which made them pick up and move after the night was done.

About a block away from the old docks, my ears picked up the sounds that told me I was getting close. Loud spurts of cheers followed by faint grunts and groans. Getting closer to the gate, I saw someone standing outside of it. Arms crossed and looking rather irked, the same blue rabbit from the other night greeted me.

"You got the invite. Good. I can't say I'm too happy about your match up tonight though. Fucking bastards...."

"Just give me the details, old man"

The rabbit hmphed, but shot me a quick smirk and chuckle before continuing.

"I don't know a whole lot about who exactly you're facing, but I know the guy is from a whole different league. They play dirty, and from what I told, they don't stop until they fucked their opponent raw. So I advise you actually fuck this guy if you manage to get him down."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, don't think you're walking away with a small fortune like last time! The cops were getting pretty nosey after your last scrap, so there's no cash bets for tonight. Just get in there and give it your best shot."

I gave him a nod and entered past the old security gate. The arena was blocked off by a stack of old shipping crates, so I couldn't get a quick preview of wait awaited me inside. Walking around, I found my way to the makeshift locker room which was tarpped off from the rest of the venue. Unlike last time, the changing area was completely empty, which meant I was the first fight of the night or I was the only fight of the night. Either way, the silence mixed with the cool evening air helped me get into my comfortable zone as I stripped, placing my tee shirt and basketball shorts inside a dingy locker.

I didn't even make it to the ring before I was stopped by a familiar and very peeved looking rino. Clearly, me being there was not the highlight of his evening.

"Oh, it's you Green. You gotta strip all the way down. House rules tonight"

Turning back around, I suddenly felt my comfort zone fading away as I slid off my boxers, leaving me in the buff. I had been naked before in plenty of places far more seedier than this, but the fact that I was going into a fight without a single shred of clothing was a bit of an indicator that this was going to be one hell of an evening.

The rino grunted and let me through, but not before giving me a cold glare. I made sure to flip him the finger on the way out, just to be nice. Rounding the corner, I was expecting to hear the roar of a massive crowd, but instead the sound was more quieter. Looking around, there were far less people than last time. I guess when money is taken out of the equation there's less interest to be had. The arena itself was pretty standard; chain-link fence formed the walls and barrier, while stacks of crates and shipping boxes served as the bleachers for the few who did come out.

My opponent on the other hand was far from mundane. Standing a good distance away was a tall sleek figure. He was smooth, scaly and brown. A fucking snake of all things. I had no problems with them, but I never figured snakes to be the rumbling type. Of course, what doubts I had came from further inspection of him. He was pretty well built. Muscles were in all the right places and it looked like he worked out quite a bit.

"Go get 'em, Zavis!"

"Wipe the floor with this green puff!"

Ah, so that was his name. I managed to get a good look at who was cheering him on. In the left-hand side, there seemed to be a small group of people consisting of a wolf and two horses. Obviously they were team mates or something, I couldn't find a reason why a random assortment of fighters like them would join together to support a single snake. Speaking of the devil, he caught notice of me and approached the center of the ring, a cool smile played out on his lips.

"So, your the lean green bunny machine that everyone is talking about. I'm really going to enjoy fucking you and making you cum all over the ground" he hissed, never loosing his calm demeanor. I couldn't help but chuckle and stare him down.

"We'll see whose fucking whom by the end of the night" was all I could come up with. It wasn't as heated or passionate as my words were to Trev, but then again, this fight didn't really have that intense feeling. Sure, the prospect of getting beaten up was high, but there was also the over hanging feeling of passion and sexual energy.

We both circled one another for a while, looking each other over with intense stares. We both wanted to win this match, not just for glory, but also for the right to fuck the brains out of one another. Finally we were ushered to the center of the ring by the rat referee from last time. When the bell rang, I threw my fists up quickly, expecting this snake to sneak in a quick blow!

That's when I realized I was boxing in a wrestling match.

He was a quick fucker, I'll give him that. He managed to slide under my raised hands and got in a tackle! Of course with me being the bigger guy, I didn't go down that easily, but still, Zavis was determined to have me down! We grappled for a while, allowing both of our bodies to press on one another as we grunted and groaned. Deep down, I knew I was fucked. Fist fighting and boxing were one thing, but wrestling was never by strongest point.

We traded pushes and shoves for a good long time before, he rammed his knee right into the soft part of my gut! I lost a good bit of air as I felt myself go down a little, which opened up a whole new avenue of opportunity for the snake. Using his surprisingly ;large foot, he shoved me down to the cold concrete below and attempted to stomp on my already weakened stomach some more! Each stomp drained the air out of me, but it also stimulated the shit out of my cock. Things may of hurt like hell, but this was still hot!

After about a minute of the brutal stomping, he seemed to let up and gave me a bit of space. Weakened and battered, I tried to get back up, my stomach and upper torso bruised from his foot mashing. Of course, I was too much in a daze to see that this was exactly what he wanted me to do and dove in right as I was about to stand all the way up, wrapping his arm around my neck and slamming me right back down.

There was so much abuse I could take, and this snake managed to break me within the hour. Sure, I struggled a little bit as his body lied on top of me, I managed to get a few kicks to his tail in, which made him hiss in pain and made him pin me even harder. Finally the ref blew the whistle and my fate was sealed. The snake won, fair and square.

What happened next all came like a blur to me. I was still on the cold, hard ground when the snake towered over me. I could see the lust in his eyes, his forked tongue licking his licks as he was clearly eying his rightful prize. I looked right back up at him, my eyes showing the wear and tear of the match. I had no ill feelings twords him. He won, simple as that. I was prepared to accept my fate, whatever it was.

Then, like a lightning bolt, I was mounted and pierced by his massive cock. I never felt anything quite like it before, but maybe it was because I was half out of it from the match. That snake didn't miss a beat, thrusting in and out, making sure to work each and every inch of his girth into my ass. As he did so, he casually made out with me, either as a curtsey or to muffle my loud moans that echoed in the arena.

Of course, feeling his pre lubing my insides up was enough of a hint that this guy was so primed and ready, I was pretty damn surprised when the full load blasted into me! It felt like a hot gush of love blasted deep within me. It was warm, comforting, and the last thing I remembered before I went unconscious.

I woke up in the locker room.

My makeshift bed was one of the benches that was installed there. It was hard, but not hard enough to cause my back to groan in pain as I woke up and proceeded to sit. No, what hurt me was my ass. I hissed a little bit in pain. That goddamn snake fucked me well, that much was clear. Trying to shake off the pain, I noticed my "manager" leaning on the opposite locker, a scrap of paper in his hands.

"Go ahead, say what you will.." was all I could blurt out at him.

He responded with a smirk.

"Hah, as much as you lost tonight, you looked damn good. Most people who go up against guys like Zavis don't normally last as long as you. You might not of won, but I'm sure you proved yourself a little more. Maybe even come away with a lesson in being prepared, eh?"

We both shared a chuckle. I slid my clothes back on and turned back to face the rabbit.

"I never got your..."

"It's Scrap, kid. People call me Scrap."

Nodding, I slipped on my flip flops and proceeded to make my way out of the locker room and prepared to make the long walk back home before I was stopped by the older rabbit.

"By the way, your snake friend left you his number. Apparently, he liked you enough to offer you a rematch..."

He handed me the paper, a phone number scrawled on it. Chuckling to myself, I stuck it in my pocket. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to humor his request soon enough."