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The Sexy Smash Tournament for Txeptirea by Draconicon

"Greetings, everyone. It is time for the finals of the first Sexual Smash Tournament."

Mewtwo's soft, deep voice was both silent and a mellow echo at the same time for Falco, who smiled to himself as he stepped out onto the battlefield. Final Destination, today; fitting for the end of a tournament. A series of cameras flicked over to him, broadcasting him to the various viewers that were no doubt enjoying this latest tournament in a far different way than any previous.

Of course, so was he. The falcon smiled, reaching down to his loincloth and flicking it to the side for the cameras to catch sight of his cock. It was just starting to get hard, so everyone out there would get a good eyeful.

"As we can see, our first competitor is quite eager to get on with the show. Our other, a fighter that has worked his way up the ranks with speed, if not the great will that Falco has shown. Please welcome, the electric rodent, Pikachu."

Falco watched as, on the other end of the stage, a yellow and black competitor crawled out. Unlike him, Pikachu was always naked, but now the pokemon had a small ring around the base of his cock. It kept the pokemon's normally hidden genitals on display, something that Falco appreciated. Considering the glare that his opponent gave him as he looked, however, probably not something that Pikachu did.

It didn't surprise him, really. More than half of the competitors weren't so happy as he was to see the Smash Tournament take on the sexual overtones it had. Most of the pokemon were annoyed with it, as were Link, Mario, and a couple of the others. Surprising, Samus was very much in favor of it, even going so far as to see if she could ditch her armor for some of the fun times that came without it.

No matter the opinion one held, however, there was no going back. Ever since that first fight between Mewtwo, Shulk, him, and Lucario, viewership for the Tournament was through the roof. When it started dying down again after no more sexual shenanigans were made, everyone expected things to go back the way they had been.

But no, the Hands had chosen to make Mewtwo the new announcer and organizer, and the perverted psychic was more than willing to throw out the old rules and make the sexual stuff the rule of the day. And Falco, for one, was happy for it.

He settled into a ready stance, as did Pikachu, as Mewtwo continued announcing for the cameras and them.

"The rules for the final are simple. As before, the competitor that can make his opponent climax first is the winner. There are no limits; any natural abilities or techniques may be used to bring your opponent over the edge. The only exclusion is no bloodletting. Falco has been fitted with a beak guard to ensure that he will not cut Pikachu with any oral treatment."

Falco nodded, opening his mouth for the camera to see. The edges of his beak were covered in a simple plastic, something that moved with his mouth. It was a bit like a bird condom, keeping his mouth from being coated by seed, as well.

"You will have ten minutes to bring your opponent to climax. If neither reaches their peak at the end of this time, you will be separated and given a five minute rest before the next ten minute round. Good luck, and may the better male win."

The starting light flashed, and Falco darted forward. He grabbed for the yellow pokemon's cock, but missed, and got a zap of electricity to his balls for his trouble. The pilot jumped to avoid the worst of it, but he could already feel his cock tingling as he landed and slid towards the other side of the stage. Pikachu was already grinning at him, red cheeks buzzing with electricity.

Hmmm...both smaller and with e-stim...this could be harder than I thought.

It turned out to be a very big problem. Falco had to dodge all the time to avoid Pikachu's expertly aimed blasts of electricity, and more than a few of them hit him either in the ass or in the crotch. They weren't particularly pleasant, but they definitely blasted his nerves with enough power to get him worked up. His cock was perpetually hard from the two minute mark onwards, and it made it hard to jump and run at that point.

He was lucky enough to get a few gropes of the little yellow mouse during the first round, but every time that he got close, Pikachu started bursting with electricity all around his body, hitting Falco from all directions. It was nearly impossible to get near him.

Two more rounds passed, and each one was worse than the last. He was starting to see why Pikachu, for all his dislike of the sexual tournament, had risen so high in the rankings. The e-stim wasn't even particularly pleasant, and it still got a person hard. All the damn pokemon had to do was stay close enough to keep zapping, and his opponent would eventually go down despite themselves.

Now into the fourth round, Falco was pinned under the electric rodent as Pikachu 'kissed' his cock. The proximity of the electrical cheeks was driving him mad, his cock oozing pre already and bouncing crazily with arousal. All because he'd wanted to try and get close to finish the little pokemon off with a quick blowjob; he knew that he could have done it, if he was close enough, but Pikachu was just too damn fast.

"It seems that the rodent has his opponent on the ropes. It won't be long until Falco completely loses control, and there's too much time on the clock for him to simply wait it out."

With eight minutes to go, Mewtwo was right. The falcon groaned as he arched his back, panting as he glared at Pikachu's ass. How he'd like to just stuff that thing in revenge; if he could just move...but no, that e-stim had him completely pinned down, his cock throbbing so hard, so powerfully, that he couldn't even do anything but tense up unless he wanted to lose control.

Pikachu was sadistic about it too, reaching down and zapping his balls as much as his cock. The falcon groaned and snapped his beak, his eyes closed and his talons curling at the intense stimulation. Any other time, he might have found some way to enjoy it, but this was just embarrassing. The cameras were all around him, showing all the fans at home how he was losing to a little electric rat.

"It seems that only a miracle could save the falcon at this point. But there are no such things as miracles...or are there?"

Falco just barely caught sight of a blue glow around Pikachu's cock before the pokemon arched his back, throwing his head and those confounded electrical cheeks away from the falcon's cock. Grinning at the distraction, Falco rolled over, pulling that little twitching cock into his mouth and pinning Pikachu under his stomach. The little groans and threatening growls could just barely be heard, but at that distance, he had a chance to recover from the shocks.

"It seems that chance favors the falcon. Now if he can just push the little rodent over the edge, then victory will be his."

You just watch me, everyone, he thought as he bobbed his head up and down that little cock, sucking on it hard enough to get pre shooting down his throat. That's it, Pikachu. Give it up for the cameras.

Pikachu beat at his stomach and against his chest, but the result was inevitable. Falco grinned as he felt the first spurt down his throat, and pulled back, stroking the cock so that the cameras could see each and every little jet of cum shooting out of that little cock. He even posed next to it, holding his little finger next to Pikachu's cock and showing that his finger was bigger, as a final insult.

"And with that, the contest is decided. Pikachu has fallen into second place, while Falco is our winner. Our officials will collect all the contestants, and get them prepared to accept their awards. Please tune in after the following commercial breaks."

As he sat up, Falco patted the blushing pokemon on the stomach a few times, shaking his head. His opponent was still blushing from his loss, and he doubted that Pikachu's face would stop being red anytime soon. But hey, that was what happened when they fought like this. They had to get ready to be embarrassed. And sometimes, it was even more fun to lose that way.

For other people, anyway. He would never lose.

Falco jerked at his cock as Pikachu was teleported away, and shook his head as the cameras floated out to another part of the Smash Tournament. He was hoping he could have some fun with an imaginary audience, but he supposed that was too much to ask.

A teleportation light behind him, however, did distract him enough to make him turn around. He was wary, then smiled as he saw it materialize into Mewtwo. Leaning back, Falco went back to slowly stroking himself.

"That was a close one, old friend."

"You had it handled."

"Heh, did I? I thought that I was done before that little 'miracle' out there."

"Yes. It was rather...fortuitous, wasn't it?"

"Come on, there's no cameras. That was you, wasn't it?" Falco chuckled. "Appreciate it, though. That little rat had me on the ropes."

"Well, I had a stake in it as well. I didn't wish to share the unofficial first prize with someone that wouldn't appreciate it."

"Uno-"

The world turned white before he could finish the phrase, and when it solidified again, Falco was standing in a dressing room, with his normal Star Fox uniform on, including his boots and a pair of pilot gloves. He blinked, then looked at Mewtwo again.

"Uh...explain?"

"Just a...special request, let's say."

Falco caught sight of a single camera, with a label under it simply reading 'T', before he was lifted into the air by the pokemon's psychic power. He felt it in the boots, gloves, and most particularly in his pants, especially as the pokemon started groping him with the energy, pushing the fabric of his pants against his needy cock.

"Hehehe, so that's what you were talking about."

"Well, you've been curious, and our sponsoring watcher is quite interested, as well."

"Then let's give 'em a good show."

He started moaning as his cock was squeezed hard by his pants, and grinned. It was good to be a winner.

The End