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The arena was packed, as it always was. No few crowds have gathered for the main event of the evening. The lights dimmed, before going out entirely.

Once the loud 'clanks' of the spotlights zero-in on the two hulking brutes whose very presence seems to hog the walkway, the arena seems to awaken with the loudest of roars, a hirsute blue orc with silver hair everywhere on him, and a deep brown bugbear. Both were big, both were wearing the same trunks/cap/blue vest/boots, save for the different signs across their bulges: CAUTION WIDE LOAD on the bugbear, and CAUTION OVERSIZED LOAD on the orc.

“Introducing first, they are Carter and Maverick of… OVERHAULED!!!"

Twin sets of fireworks explode on either side of the walkway, down which the pair jog, pecs and bulges bouncing as they make their way to the ring. They vault inside, and strut like the studs they are, hollering to the fans in every corner. The blue-haired orc Maverick jumped onto a turnpost, and roared with an almost defiant bluster into the crowds, as he wildly pointed to himself and shouted that he was number one! He accentuated his boasts by lewdly licking himself and waving his prodigious yellow bulge for the crowds. The sounds it made as it smacked the top of the turnbuckles were lewd enough to entice a roar of their own from the horny crowds.

Meanwhile the bugbear Carter was more subdued, though no less enticing. He'd taken to posing in the center of the ring, making grand sweeping poses that wouldn't look out of place in a body-builder contest, that served to highlight his bulging muscles. His splendid curves. With the widest smirk he gestured wildly to himself: to his thick biceps, to the veins that accentuated his musculature, to the thick pelt of bright tan fur that covered the entirety of his chest from his neck to the top of his massive longhorn belt buckle. He even dipped his bulge against the canvas; he did not have to go that far. And from the ever widening smirk on his face, even he knew that.

The lights start to dim once again, as the pair step towards the back of the ring and turn to face the walkway.

“And their opponents, they are the unstoppable calamitous duo that is Donovan and Dorian…"

The lights spin onto a pair who stand where Overhauled once did, a monkey and a rat, standing back to back, two hands stretched out to shape one heart. The crowd cheers; the walkway lights up with black and red flames that match the contrasting patterns on their black-and-red wrestling gear.

“THE HEARTBREAKERS!!!"

The two stride down to the ring, smiling and waving as they sauntered down the ring, under the gaze of Overhauled. Being the more agile of the two, Donovan was the first to the ring, having leapt to the ropes, and was gingerly holding them open for his handsome rat of a partner to enter. Carter and Maverick are there to meet them, mid-right, chest-to-chest, bulge to bulge. The bugbear's and orc's heavier muscles makes the difference rather stark, which might have explained the grins the pair were sporting.

“Hey! Wouldja look a' that. They sent us some scrawny guys ta fight dis time around!" Maverick rumbles deep in his chest as he presses hard against Donovan. “Y'all could do wiv' packin' sum muscles on ya!"

Beside him Carter presses his bulge against Dorian's, smirking when the rat's forced to step back a bit. “That's if we don't put some in him, if you catch my drift," he rumbles, his deep baritone rumbling with barely contained amusement, and more than a little excitement.

For their part the Heartbreakers share a look of thinly-veiled amusement. Donovan cut the ice with a chuckle. “Hey, these guys think that bigger's better." He smacked his partner's arm in a show of camaraderie. “I'll bet they're just a couple of two-minute men."

Dorian chuckles at his friend. “If that." He favored the hefty bugbear whose form eclipsed his own with a disdainful gaze. “You can be sure that we'll… test out your… 'loads', and see if they measure up."

At this Carter leveled a dark glare at the rat, as he pressed against him even harder. “You do that," he said, his voice dripping with menace.

A floating round robot with horizontal black and white stripes flies down, waving a couple of lanky appendages.

“THAT IS ENOUGH. BREAK IT UP! BREAK IT UP."

The pair of Overhauled snorts down at the Heartbreakers, bumping as one against their smaller opponents.

“This is gonna be cake- agh!"

“Omph!"

Their elation turned into outrage as their massive bubbly buttcheeks were slapped by a monkey's hand and a rat's tail. They turned as one to see the backsides of the aggregating pair swaying at them, as if in mockery. Maverick moves to attack, but Carter has his arm stretched out in front of him, and is shaking his head at him. He points to the ref-bot and then steps out of the ring, before gesturing to the orc that he can have the first go.

Dorian and Donovan share a look once they are in the opposing corner, the latter giving the former a wink and a smug I got this smile that he returns before stepping back outside.

The refbot slides in between them both and shouts:

“THIS BOUT SHALL BE DECIDED BY PINFALL; NO DQ, ANYTHING GOES. LET'S GET IT ON!"

Dorian met Maverick midring, the latter chuckled down at him with his hands on his hips, pecs bouncing from barely-contained mirth. Frowning at this Dorian cross-chomped him across his pecks, making them ripple but otherwise not inconveniencing him in the slightest. He did it again, and again gets no response.

“Hah! Shouldn'ta skipped on yer workouts!" Maverick barked, as he picked Dorian up by his chest and threw him across the ring. Luckily the rat caught himself on the ropes, unfortunately bounced off of them and caught a stiff armbar from Maverick that flipped him over and knocked him onto his face.

The muscular orc picks him up; then he grabs him by the neck and chokeslams the first half of the Heartbreakers onto the canvas, following it up with an elbow drop that rocked the slender rat, as spittle flew out of his mouth as he yowled from the initial impact, black-and-red bulge jiggling as he laid there on the mat, legs splayed out.

“Hey, why let me hog all the fun?," he grumbles, bulge bouncing in seeming harmony as he dragged the prone Dorian into his corner, where the burly bugbear eagerly awaited with his arm already outstretched over the top rope. “I remember ya steppin' up to my partner before, and I bet he wants a slice of ya as well." He tagged the bugbear's outstretched hand and jumped under the ropes just as Carter vaulted himself over them.

The bugbear smiled down at the rat as he brought his foot up. “This might sting a little!" he gristled, as he brought his foot down with an almighty stomp to Dorian's precious family jewels. This enticed the sharpest of yowls out of the downed rat, who took to clutching wildly, if ineffectually, at the booted heel that was ruthlessly grinding his balls into batter.

Above him Carter chuckled darkly down at him, and twisted his boot even harder. “Heh. Don't like that? Too bad, 'cause there's more where this came from!" The yowls increased, and Carter's guffaw of triumph rose above them all. Though unbeknownst to him the rat's tail had snuck between his legs and had wrapped itself around one of his ankles, interlocking with the sock in such a way that the big bugbear didn't know what was happening until he'd been flipped onto his back.

The rat seized the opening granted to him, and started to crawl out of the corner, using the ropes, as the bugbear looked around in surprise.

“Huh? W-wha happened?" There was some loud stomping on the mat and he'd turned his head to see his partner stomping his big boots in the corner.

“You idjit! Didn't ya hear me telling ya about his tail!?"

Dorian had made it to the middle, still crawling on his stomach, before Carter bounced up, growling, pecs and bulge bouncing wildly from the excretion. He stomped over to where Dorian was attempting to collect himself and picked up his legs again; only this time, Carter made sure to kick up, once, twice, into the latter's groin with enough force that it rocked the rest of his body from the sheer force of the impact.

The rat's hands trembled on the ropes as one of them fell, swiftly, to cover his crotch, a heavy 'ooohhh~' coming out of his mouth.

“You like that huh!? Well here's some more!" The big brown Carter then stomped on the poor defenseless rat's back just above his tail. He did this once, twice, and then two more times. But Dorian wasn't deterred, and still attempted to pull himself up.

The bugbear's nostrils flared as he reached down and this time pulled the rat's trunks off, nostrils flaring when he saw his bright pink hole. “Hot damn! Got quite a nice man-pussy back there; I'll bet it'll look even better when stuffed with my large haul." He accentuates his words by fondling his junk. He then turns to the crowd, that had grown nearly riotous at the pummeling he'd been dishing out.

He makes a big show of sniffing the rat's trunks. “Smells fruity!" And with a grimace he balls it up and throws it over the ring. “Guess you won't be needing that anymore."

Reaching down Carter then pulled Dorian up by his head, and stepping forward pressed it into his own massive manpouch. “Feel that heat? That's what a man feels like. You'll be full of it before long."

The rat murmurs wordlessly as he's pressed and pulled and rubbed against the massive yellow manpouch. Then suddenly he reared his head back, and slammed it as hard as he could into that big bright bullseye.

This sends the big bugbear onto his knees, clutching his manpouch, just having pulled himself back onto his feet just as the rat rolled out of the way and half crawled/half-lunged across the ring to his partner. He made the tag and Donovan is over the ropes. The monkey shot out like a bullet, so swiftly that Carter didn't have time to react. Donovan had jumped into the air and, landing on the bugbear's big brawny shoulders, proceeded to rub his own manpouch into the latter's face. Then he bent backwards and–in a surprising show of strength that belied his otherwise smaller frame–flipped the bugbear the briefest faceful of his pouch as it pressed against his face before he bent over and in a spectacular display of athleticism, picked the bugbear up off the mat and flung him into the air.

That textbook Hurricanrana sent the bugbear was sent careening across the canvas, spittle flying out of his opened mouth, before he landed in a crumpled heap in the center of the ring. Donovan jumped onto his feet and turned just to see the bugbear clumsily scrambling onto all fours, before slowly rising to his feet. Seeing this Donovan took to stomping on the mat, raising his arm in time with the stomps and waving at the crowds, who joined him in stomping.

This apparently caught Carter's attention, and he started to look around to the crowds, wondering what was going on. As he was turning around Donovan carefully stopped stomping, and waited until Carter was turning towards him before he quickly turned to the ropes and used them to jump onto the bugbear's wooly neck just as he'd completed his turn, his perfect pouch again pleasantly pressed against his face.

Believing the bugbear to be too slow, Donovan was surprised to feel the former's meaty mitts gripping his legs, betraying what scant knowledge Donovan was able to glean from Carter's earlier sluggish stumblings. Thinking quickly Donovan bent over backwards and flicked a hand across the bugbear's bulging yellow manpouch. There was a loud slosh from the blow, which made the pouch's contents visibly straining the stretched fabric sway from the surprising amount of force Donovan's hand had applied, followed by incessant moaning against his own breadbasket, as the bugbear's hands quickly fell from his legs, and gave Donovan an opening to snap Carter into another Hurricanrana.

This time the bugbear stumbled up grasping his pouch. It was with a half-lunge that he reached his partner, whose outstretched hand was just waiting for him to reach it. He'd rolled out of the ring just as Maverick had jumped inside. The big blue orc went for an easy clothesline, but the simian was too swift, and ducking beneath the clothesline countered with a sprawling legsweep, sending the former down to the mat.

Not losing his momentum, Donovan then shot towards the ropes, bouncing off the middle ropes and somersaulting gracefully into the air. As he made ready to bring his weight down with a stomp he looked to see in surprise that Maverick was already rolling out of the way, and instinctively sprung away from the empty spot, putting some much-needed distance between the two, or so he thought.

Donovan turned to see Maverick standing across from him, chest bulge and legs rumbling from exertion, grimacing as he turned to glower at the monkey. Donovan darted into the ropes for another attack, only to get from behind by something heavy that connected with enough force to send him to the mat, his tight manpouch connecting to the thick canvas with a loud whomp that had the crowds roaring with excitement.

He slowly pulled himself up, clutching his bulge with both hands he staggered from the blow to the back of his head. He'd turned to see Carter, with a big grin retracting his even bigger boot. When had he recovered?

He turned to yell at him for the attack. “You wanna go big guy, come on in! Let's dance!!" Carter didn't say anything to him, giving Donovan a smug grin. As such Donovan was completely blindsided when a pair of hairy, grey, tree-trunk thick arms had wrapped themselves around his washboard abs. Suddenly, he saw the world shift up and away from the smiling bugbear, as his big bulge swung in an arc, as his tawny legs flew up over his shoulders, which swiftly went with his head to meet the ground.

The orc's bright, bulging basket swayed in the arch he took as he slammed the monkey into the canvas hard enough to make the ring rock. The orc then spun onto his booted feet and sauntered over to where the monkey laid prone. “Oy! You hit pretty good. But I'll betcha ain't got much fight left in ya after that spankin' huh?"

To this the monkey had no words, just jittered moans and halfway audible mumblings; not that Maverick had expected the monkey to be in any condition to argue after a suplex like that. He knelt beside the coughing, gasping Donovan, and slowly ran his hand down the length of his body. “Got some firm muscles under 'ere."

When the only response he received from Donovan was a weak moan, Maverick smirked and, reaching down, pulled the former's red-and-black trunks by the opposing heart across his bulge off his hairy thighs. “Hey, you take 'em." He flicked it over to his partner, who grimaced with disdain as he balled them up and threw them into the crowd, which then promptly went wild in a feverish frenzy as so many people scrambled to claim it at the same time.

As that happened Maverick had dragged Donovan into the center of the ring by his head, and had stomped on him several times for good measure. Each stomp had earned him an 'oooff' from the prone simian, whose bruised and battered form contorted and writhed from the beating. Then he stops and, as he slowly pulls his leg back, his grins as his expression darkens.

He kicked Donovan onto his back, and stood admiring the posterior for a second there. “Damn shame ta' haveta' ruin such a be-YOO-tiful hole'. But hell if I ain't the man t'do it!" He cawed, as he stepped over Donovan's backside and grabbed his tail to pull him up. As he did this he used his other hand to unbuckle and fling his big brown belt across the top rope before pulling his thick, meaty cock out of his bright yellow trunks. He growled low in his hairy chest as he pressed the top of his cock against the crack of Donovan's ass.

Maverick bucks himself back and forth, looking and acting the part of a cowboy about to tame a raging bronco. As he's doing this, though, Donovan had slowly brought a leg up between Maverick's legs until, with one decisive motion he kicked the rascally orc in his huge meat-sac, earning a hefty shot of pre from the besieged ballsac. He then did it again and again, each time drawing out even more of the orc's precious fluids.

The effects were immediate; Maverick dropped him and fell to his knees, as he clutched his bulbous sac, grimacing in pain as his cock leaked and throbbed. Donovan was slow to rise, his movements weak and janky, and even slower to grab Maverick by his cap. He rubbed the groaning orc's face against his hairy abs before hip-checking him onto the mat.

Donovan then becomes aware of a roar and turns just in time to see Carter exploding out into the ring. He had just enough time to duck and give him a sweep of his leg that sent the bugbear brute tumbling down onto the mat. Donovan then used the momentum to roll into his corner, and tag in a revitalized Dorian, who immediately jumped onto the top rope and delivered a jumping clothesline onto the charging Carter that knocked the latter onto the canvas.

Moving just as quickly Dorian rose from where he'd landed beside Carter and delivered a devastating elbow to the bugbear's brawny backside that knocked him onto the mat.

A heated moan alerted him to Maverick, who'd braced himself across the middle ropes, hairy nips across the heavy fabric. Dorian smiled as he quickly strode up to the downed orc and kicked his legs apart.

Almost immediately the orc began to furiously shake his head and cry out 'no, please' over and over. Dorian's smirk widened as he drew his leg up, not swiftly, but slowly, and very deliberately began to rub the orc's yellow swollen harder against the canvas, ignoring Maverick's cries of pain even as he tried in vain to dislodge the foot with his hands. Eventually the mewing ceased almost immediately, and were replaced with a lot of low moaning; Dorian could've sworn he'd heard the orc smile. Said moan gradually grew in intensity and duration, as the rubbing sped up, making the big orc tremble uncontrollably from pent-up lust. Both moaning and trembling grew in intensity until Maverick had let out the longest moan, as jets of thick white semen shot out of his subjugated ballsac, out the ring and into the first few rows, showering so many screaming adoring fans with his salty white spunk.

Dorian pulled back at this, and watched with amusement. He turned to Donovan, who'd recovered from his earlier beating a bit, and gestured for him to join. “It looks like that's all they wrote. What say you and I finish them off?"

The monkey smiles big at that. “Sounds good to me! Dibs on the big blue shooter on the ropes!" He had already grabbed Maverick by the ankles and half-dragged the brawny orc into the corner. Dorian was doing the same thing to the moaning Carter, who he'd placed in a corner facing his friend.

From there the Heartbreakers went about securing their quarry, pressing the heftier males against the turnposts, before throwing their arms over the ropes. They then pulled off their matching red and black elbow bands and Dorian went to help Donovan with his catch.

Donovan held Maverick in place, with his arms over the ring and he himself jutting his heavy nipples upwards, while Dorian ran around the ring and pulled Maverick's legs out from under him, before they quickly wrapped said bands around his wrists and ankles, tying him in place with a bent position.

They did the same thing to Carter as well.

Once done the Heartbreakers moved to the middle of the ring, where they crossed and ran into the opposite sides, with the grey-furred rat facing the brown-furred bugbear and grey-furred monkey facing blue-haired orc. Then they charged across the ring, caught each other by the elbow, and spun several times before they launched themselves into the air, landing heavily onto the battered and bruised Overhauled.

They didn't fall onto the canvas, and instead clutched onto the hirsute bodies, which they slid down until their bare rumps touched thick orc cock and bulging bugbear bone.

“Looks like things will be very interesting." Dorian said, as he straddled Carter, whose moaning accentuated quite nicely with his throbbing meatstick. Wanting to get a rise out of the bound bugbear, Dorian buried his face into Carter's wooly neck, and let his hot breath saturate the latter's fur. As he did this he'd started to dip that flexible tail of his into the bugbear's over-stretched trunks, earning yet another moan from the blighted behemoth.

Dorian could feel the thick cock twitch under his touch, and carefully calculated his tail's caresses with some soft kisses to the bugbear's neck, then to his cheek, then his tusks, and then his lips, where they lingered for just the briefest of moments. His tail, meanwhile, has fished his thick rod of a cock out of his trunks, and was slowly rubbing against the bony ridges.

Dorian then slowly, far too slowly for Carter's liking, lowered his handsome self onto his bugbear dick. Fragging hell the rat was taking his sweet ass time; better to simply get it over with. At least then he'd get something out of this; …not that Dorian lacked any skill. Carter found it all rather… pleasant, though he'd never put it to words like that himself.

Across the ring Maverick was undergoing a similar ordeal, though Donovan was far less subtle with his ministrations. Having grasped the orc's thick sausage between both his cheeks he'd started to slowly vibrate down there, driving the already exhausted orc to spew even more of his semen.

As he did this he was pinching the orc's hairy nipples, while biting down on his wooly neck. Singularly they continued to make him unload but having so many of his buttons pressed all at once drove him into a frenzy, heavy orbs lurching within their furry sac as his spunk factories worked into overdrive, until his multiple thick shots of cum morphed into one long thick gout of semen, shooting seemingly endlessly from his blighted cock.

Though Donovan peeked behind him at the spectacle he never stopped his activities, and the orc cooed piteously into the air as his thick dick continued to blow.

“Damn! Wasn't able to put it in on time!" He snaps his fingers. “Oh well!"

Dorian laughs at his friend from across the ring. “Sorry about that mate; sloppy seconds and all that rot - omph!"

Almost as if activated by his teammate's orgasm Carter closes his eyes and lets out a piercing moan as he unleashes his own, shooting thick rivers of semen deep into the rat's body. At first Dorian tries to ride it out, but then the pressure starts to mount, and he pulls himself off, earning a hefty moan from out of Carter as the bugbear's load flies high into the air, before landing in an arch with his partner's spunk.

Donovan watches this all with an open mouth and starts to laugh at Dorian's sudden escape. “Not so easy now is it!?" He all but shouted, as he reached down behind the still-jisming orc and started to untie him. The orc slumped forward, and Donovan just barely caught him before he'd fallen, cock first.

Across from him Dorian was in a similar boat, though he'd managed to keep Carter against the turnpost with his tail just long enough for him to get back inside and right him properly. Then the two walked the hirsute pair into the center of the ring, into the center of the mess they'd made, hard-cocked and with their trunks around their ankles.

Once mid-ring they'd pulled their men down into a long hard kiss. Dorian in particular made sure to moan into the kiss, both as a means of domination, and as a sort of thanks for giving such a hard drawn out fight. He grazed the bugbear's cock with his fingers, and expectantly earned a few welcome shots of spooge. The rat pulled out of the kiss, and leaned forward towards Carter's ear, and whispered, 'better luck next time, big guy' before along with his partner, uppercutting the tag-team Overhauled into their own semen, the spittle and unloaded cum flying into the air as their bodies splashed into the large sticky pool of their collective cum.

There Overhauled laid: broken, beaten, rock-hard, and in a pool of their own manjuice. The two victorious Heartbreakers dropped exhausted onto their chests, moving up just enough that their asses were pressed into Carter and Maverick's faces.

The ref-bot was swift to come on down, and even swifter to count…

1…

2…

It was then that Dorian felt a tongue enter his leaking hole, and almost immediately his own fired off, just as the ref-bot counted to 3!!!

The crowds went wild.

“And here's your winner… The HEEAAARRTTBBREEEAAKKEERRRSSS!!!"

Donovan jumped off of Maverick, and started to run around the ring, jumping and shouting and nearly slipping in all that cum. Dorian's reaction, however, was much more subdued. He looked to his cock, rock hard and still leaking, to the sizable shot he'd just unleashed, and then to the bugbear on the floor beneath him, who was regarding him with the most unreadable expression.

“Well now, isn't this interesting…"

—

After the match was over the Heartbreakers retired backstage for a well-earned shower. Dorian was still toweling off, while Donovan was completely dressed. “I hear cum's hard to get out of yer fur," Donovan heckled, “That's why yer takin so long ta clean."

Dorian smirked back. “You're just jealous that I got to ride a dick tonight, and all you did was nearly fall down."

Donovan throws his hands up at Dorian's good-natured heckling. “Whatever, man; the night's still young. I'mma head on out and see what I can find. Don't wait up, okay?"

“Be safe out there!" The monkey gives the rat a thumbs up before he closes the door behind him.

Dorian then returns to cleaning himself, and is about to take the towel off from around his waist, when there's a knock on the door.

“It isn't locked, Don. You can just come on in; there's nothing here you haven't seen a hundred times already."

He accentuated that last part with a chuckle. There was a brief pause before there was another, even louder knock. Dorian rolled his eyes and made for the door. “Did you not hear me the first time," He says as he starts to open the door, “You could've just come in whenev…er…?"

The towel dropped from around his waist, letting his still wet member hand loose. Directly in front of him loomed the massive bugbear Carter. He didn't have on his cap, or his trademark vest. He was sporting a pair of stark white briefs, which Dorian had to admit he wore rather well, especially in the front. “What are you doing here? Coming here for another rematch?"

“I… came to see you." The words come out almost as a question, as if he himself wasn't entirely sure. He peeks his head inside and glances around. “Are you alone? Can I talk to you?"

Dorian gives the hirsute bugbear another appreciative looking over, before shaking his head. “You mean apart from right now? I'm about to head home for the night; whatever it is, it will have to wait until-"

Carter then cut him off by leaning in so close, that Dorian could feel his hot breath. “Please." No one moved, as the very air stilled to better gauge how things were going to go. Dorian stared after Carter for a few seconds before nodding his head and stepping aside. Carter gives the slightest smile as he enters the room. Dorian returns the gesture with a quick swat on the ass with his tail.

He shook his head and chuckled as he closed the door, and got ready for what was to come.

“The night is still young indeed…"