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Wrestling for Rights for HandofBlades by Draconicon

It was a week after their impromptu foot-fight that Ket saw the python again.

Zavis stood in the same place that the otter had stood last week, though in this case, his scaly rival was standing in mud rather than in dirt. The ground had been churned and soaked by the near constant rainfall in the last three days, and the python looked soaked to the scales. Ket smiled; it would be all the easier to win if his rival was all tired out from the cold.

Stepping out of the forest, the otter crossed his arms as he stepped into the mud, feeling it squish up against the webbing between his toes. He grinned as he stepped through it, taking his time to feel his way through the slickness so he didn't fall right on his face. He wasn't about to embarrass himself doing that; it was bad enough the first time, last year, when they were having another fight.

He waved as Zavis finally looked up at him, and the snake smiled.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't show up."

"I'm never late for a fight."

"Really? I thought an otter like you would stay away from anything that didn't involve swimming."

"You're gonna be swimming in the mud if you keep that up."

"Heh, keep talking, rudder-butt, keep talking."

The otter narrowed his eyes, and widened his stance a bit so that he wasn't so much at risk of falling into the mud. He could already feel his feet sliding around in the ankle-deep muck, and the water still coming from the sky wasn't making it any easier. The snake smiled, lowering his arms to the side.

"I hope that you're ready to live on roots for a while."

"Heh, I hope your tribe's ready to file their fangs; they're not going to need them when they're digging up plants."

"And you're not gonna need that tail for anything but raising when I'm done with you."

"Oooooh, Zavis...I'm going to get you for that one."

"Anytime, rudder-butt."

He had to restrain himself from charging the snake then and there, but they hadn't technically agreed to the terms just yet. Ket clenched his hands into fists as he lowered them to his sides, meeting Zavis' gaze.

"The terms from before?"

"Whoever wins gets the right to do what they want for fishing."

"Better get ready to hand them over."

"I was about to say the same thing."

The two of them rushed each other at the same time, and collided with a hard smack that sent them into the mud. Brown, green, scales, fur; it all blended together in a frantic frenzy of beating at each other in an attempt to knock them down and keep them down.

Thankfully, he got the first blow in, a punch to the side of the snake's head. Zavis flinched back, and the otter rolled on top of him, shoving him down into the mud and straddling him, knees on his shoulders and his hands around the snake's neck. He squeezed as hard as he could, knowing that Zavis would have done the same if he'd been on top.

He thought he was winning, until the big snake tail came up from behind and slammed into his back. The otter went falling head over heels, landing face-first in the mud. He scurried forward, and it was a good thing he did. It meant that the snake's heel came down on the middle of his tail rather than at the base, where it would have hurt far more. He still yelped, though, getting a mouthful of mud for his trouble.

Swiping his tail out from under the snake and throwing Zavis off-balance as a result, Ket forced himself to get his footing back. It was more important to get back on the high ground than keep fighting when he wasn't sure of landing a hit, particularly against this snake.

He'd barely gotten to his feet again when he saw the ball python slithering towards him. He leaped over his rival, managing a weak kick to the back of Zavis' head, but he forgot about the tail again. It came up and smacked him in the legs, sending him spinning and landing face first in the mud again.

This time, there was no chance to get up. The snake had the back of his head in his grip before he'd even gotten up to all fours, and he was slammed down into the muck again. Forced to hold his breath as his face was completely submerged, he flailed about, swinging his tail around blindly. His rudder was countered several times by the ball python's own tail - as far as he could tell - and he could feel his oxygen reserves dwindling.

In a desperate attempt to get free, he shoved backwards instead of pulling himself forward, and managed to knock his opponent off balance. Gasping as he pulled his head above the mud again, he jumped up and grabbed Zavis by the ankles - as his legs were in the air - and spun him around, throwing the snake through the air. Through sheer luck, he didn't fall over, and better still, Zavis' clunked his head against one of the posts that were half buried under the mud.

Grinning at the opening, the otter pounced on the dizzy snake, grabbing him by the neck again and shoving him under the muck.

"Heh, try and hold your breath longer than an otter, I dare you!"

The snake wriggled under his hand, and he could see bubbles coming up from beneath the muck. This time, the otter straddled the tail, laying over his opponent's back. He wasn't going to be dislodged the same way twi -

Suddenly, Zavis slid forward like a crocodile charging a riverbank. Belatedly realizing how slippery a muddy snake would be, Ket was knocked off of his opponent and landed on his back in the mud, the back of his head slamming hard against the other post in the ground and leaving him seeing stars.

He blinked as quickly as he could, but couldn't get to his feet. The couple of attempts he made left him falling right back into the mud, and when he looked up, it was just in time to meet Zavis' scaly fist, catching him right under the chin and sending him flying head over heels again. He landed on his back, and coughed as the python leaped on his chest, knee in his gut, knocking all the air out of his lungs.

When he felt those scaly hands around his neck again, Ket knew that he had lost. There was no way that he could hold his breath without any air in his lungs, and he was still too dizzy to know which way was up and which was down. He slammed his hand against the ground twice in surrender.

"Heh, knew you couldn't take it."

Zavis' taunt barely got through his ears as he sucked air, panting as he rolled over and coughed up some of the muck that had slipped in during his slipping and sliding. He groaned, shaking his head from side to side as the ache slowly faded away. Ket sighed, slamming a fist against the ground in frustration.

"You win..."

"You bet I do.

"I'll tell my tribe -"

"After I take my other prize."

"What -" He broke off, coughing again. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"My tribe won the fishing rights. I won something even better. I won a chance at that rudder-butt of yours."

"I didn't -"

He was shoved down again as the snake came up behind him, his face covered in mud as Zavis' tail wrapped around him from the side, keeping him from squirming away. If he hadn't been in the mud, he would have gasped as he felt his loincloth being ripped to the side, his tail shoved down against his back. Worst of all was the hot, rather thick piece of flesh rubbing between his ass cheeks as Zavis laughed.

"You little rudder-butts are always swimming by, flaunting these things. It's about time that you actually let someone use one."

Ket couldn't do anything but gargle mud as he was abruptly penetrated, his scream muffled into the muck. His ass burned as it was split open by the snake's cock, and he growled as his fingers curled in the mud. Pulling and pushing himself, he tried to get some sort of leverage so he could escape, but to no avail.

He managed to pull his head above the mud again, though, even if all that meant was that he could breathe slightly easier. He shook his head, splattering mud everywhere, and tried to lash out with his tail. All that did was get it caught by his attacker, which meant that he immediately felt quite a bit of claws on his tail.

"Don't try that again, rudder-butt. You're mine; better just give in and try and enjoy it."

Like that's even possible, he thought as he grunted as that thick cock spread him open yet again. He knew this was gonna happen, or at least, he should have. Whenever Zavis started talking about his 'rudder-butt', it meant that a real fucking was on the horizon if he were to lose a fight. He should have fought harder; there had to have been something that would have kept his ass un-violated!

He squirmed as the snake continued to pound him, feeling those hard scaly hips ramming against his furry cheeks. It was a whole new humiliation, a continued 'beating' after he'd already been beaten into the mud. Ket growled, baring his teeth as he looked back at the snake, but Zavis just smirked back.

"All you gotta do to get some revenge is to beat me."

"Gonna happen...next time...swear to - ugh!"

He bit his lip as the snake spanked him, glaring down at the earth as he muttered to himself between the thrusts. He wasn't going to lose again. Next time, that damn snake was going to learn how it felt to be on the bottom. He was going to -

His face turned bright red as Zavis moaned, and he felt the snake's cum pouring into his hole. He didn't want to think about how much he was going to drip on the way home; now, more than ever, he wished that he'd won, because he couldn't even swim back and let it all slide out on the way home. He'd have to head back with it squishing out of him as he walked on land.

"Damn you..."

"Heh, you're welcome."

The End