Within a descending elevator, a single anthropomorphic dragon stands tall. At a glance, their lean masculine body suggests a male. A closer look reveals that she's a woman with a tomboyish demeanor.

  Her pink skin wears a hot pink outfit. Her shorts show off her quad muscles, and while it's not riding up her ass, it's obvious her glutes are well endowed. Further below are kneepads and high boots with black accents. She wears a crop top with black accents to showcase perfect symmetrical six-pack abs. It's noticeable that her bust is flat: a major factor why many would mistake her for a man, much to her chagrin. Over the crop top is a sleeveless jacket with black accents to reveal her muscular arms. It's not massive, but its lean strength could still break someone in half. There's a mask that covers her eyes; she wears it as a boon for her fighting spirit rather than hiding her identity. The only articles of clothing void of pink are the black fingerless gloves and white hair tie. The red hair and red eyes match the fierce expression on her face.

  The elevator stops. She can hear faint noises from the other side.

  “Phals! Phals! Phals! Phals!” A myriad of voices cheer.

  Phals smile at hearing them chant her name. As soon as the elevator door opens, her smile turns serious. A crowd of animals surrounds an elevated four-corner ring.

  The walkway to the ring is wide enough for Phals to avoid the crowd. She decides to go out of her way to meet the audience in appreciation for attending this event.

  “I love you, Phals!” A male tiger swooned.

  Phals flexes her arm in front of the tiger. She lets the tiger touch her flexed arm. It felt like touching a marbled statue. He faints on the spot shortly afterward.

  “Good luck, Phals!” A female crow deep in the crowd screams.

  Unable to see the screaming crow in the crowd, Phals waves her hand in the general direction of where she heard her. Phals welcomes the audience for another minute before running towards the ring. She slides through the bottom rope and raises her fist high.

  “Raaaaaah!” Phals unleashed her warcry.

  “Raaaaaah!” The crowd roared with her.

  Phals runs up a corner turnbuckle to yell, “Raaaaaaaaah!”, again at the top.

  “Raaaaaaaaah!” The crowd joins in again.

  Phals backflips off the turnbuckle. The audience gasped as they weren’t expecting the jump at all. Her body in midair seems to move in slow motion as everyone watches.

  “Hah!”

  Phals lands in the center of the ring, safe and sound.

  “Phals! Phals! Phals! Phals!” The crowd goes crazy.

  The dragon lady puts her hands on her hips and nods. She stares at a massive television screen on the wall displays the following:

  GRUDGE MATCH! PHALS(+500) VS LILIA(+500)

  A picture of Phals posing with a fist pump accompanies above her name. Above the Lilia name is a massive female brown Doberman winking with a smile and her right paw making a V-sign. Like Phals, her outfit is also hot pink. The sports top has yellow accents. It covers her incredible bust size: large enough to suffocate someone. A boob window slits open in the center to welcome gawkers. Unlike Phals, her big stomach has no packed abs. The belly fat droops over her trunks with yellow accents. Below are boots that are thigh-high with a yellow ring around the top circumference. Finally, there's a neck collar with a yellow buckle piece on the front. The only article void of pink is her long white gloves that are akin to a surgeon's.

  Phals' eyes focus on the numbers next to the names; they’re betting odds. Even though the audience cheers her name, half of them expect her to lose tonight.

  The television screen changes its display to something new:

  RULES OF GRUDGE MATCH:

  -CLIMAXES DO NOT END THE MATCH

  -VICTORY BY SUBMISSION ARE NOT ALLOWED.

  -VICTORY BY THREE COUNT PINS ARE ALLOWED INSIDE THE RING

  -THERE ARE NO ROPEBREAKS

  -GOING OUTSIDE THE RING ARE ALLOWED

  -DIRTY MOVES ARE ALLOWED

  -WEAPONS ARE ALLOWED

  -THERE ARE NO DRAWS. THERE MUST BE A WINNER.

  -THE LOSER BECOMES THE WINNER’S SLAVE FOR THE REST OF THE DAY.

  “Hmm…” Phals murmurs.

  Phals forgot that the reward only lasts for one day. The time was 11:30 PM before going inside the elevator. Winning after midnight would be the best outcome, but achieving such a task will be difficult. Lilia is a formidable wrestler famous for being the most durable in the entire GROWTH roster.

  The television screen display changes once more:

  ON THE LAST EPISODE OF GROWTH!

  The screen cuts to Phals winning her match against Lilia. Shortly after, Lilia ambushed Phals in the locker room. Phals was too tired to prevent Lilia from laying her on a bench. After ripping off the jacket, mask, and hair tie, the dog begins to lick the dragon’s abs. The warm embrace quickly turned to cold shivers.

  “Thank god there’s no audio feedback…” Phals whispered to herself.

  Lilia's hand gets underneath Phals’ shorts to claw the pearl. Her other hand peels open the dragon’s crop top. Peeling it far enough reveals Phals’ hard and erect tits. Ripe for picking, Lilia’s hand pinches and rubs the titties.

  Unable to resist this three-pronged attack, Phals came. Lilia resumes her assault during Phals' climax. The love juice spurts everywhere past the fingers. The incredible technique goes on for another five minutes. Lilia broke the submission hold when she realized Phals wouldn't give her a second climax.

  The Doberman reaches for her locker to bring out a pink duffle bag featuring a custom stitch of her name. It also includes her winking with a smile and paw making a v-sign. Lilia turns back and sees that Phals disappeared. Although she was initially disappointed, she saw the rest of the dragon’s clothes on the floor.

  A trail of Phals’ juice on the floor leads Lilia to the shower room. All the showerheads are on at full hot. The steam obfuscated the Doberman’s vision inside. The massive silhouette made it easy for Phals to swing a bat to the back of Lilia’s head, momentarily stunning her.

  Recognizing the duffle bag, Phals opens it up, finding many sexy toys inside. After digging through the treasure, she pilfers a pair of handcuffs. The dragon lady uses it to cuff the helpless Lilia’s wrists to the nearest shower pole. Lilia’s legs stretched wide apart like a force-opened oyster by Phals. An Indian Death Lock. Soon afterwards Lilia came twice before losing consciousness. The television screen fades to black with nothing new to show.

  “Li-li-a! Li-li-a! Li-li-a! Li-li-a!” The crowd chants.

  Phals was so distracted she didn’t realize her opponent had come out of the elevator. Lilia approaches with the same duffle bag shown just now on the television over her shoulder. The foul expression on the Doberman’s face prompts Phals to get into a fighting stance.

  “Good luck, Lilia!” A young raccoon male at the front row yelled out.

  Hearing the man’s voice broke Lilia out of her intimidating trance. She walks over to him, patting his head.

  “Thanks, hon. I'm a lot better now.” Lilia winks and smiles at the raccoon.

  “Y-yeah…! You got this!” He flusters as he can feel the ire of the nearby males staring at him.

  Lilia unzips her bag and takes out a custom Tenga that has her pink and yellow colors.

  “Here. Something to remember me by!” She hands the raccoon her toy.

  “Thank you! I’ll never forget this!”

  The young raccoon man began to cry tears of happiness. Lilia calms him down by kissing his forehead. The gesture froze him on the spot with a permanent smile. And with that, Lilia returns to her target: Phals the dragon wrestler. While staring at Phals, Lilia walks up the steps to the ringside. She moves through the top and middle rope slowly so the audience can get a long look at her ginormous rear.

  “Damn, that’s a fat ass!” An old goat with bifocal glasses in the crowd yelled.

  “My goodness, check out those massive hooters!” A younger goat looking with binoculars yelled.

  Lilia smirked to herself. Compliments Phals will never receive in her lifetime; she'll be flat forever. Phals ignored Lilia’s smug face and walked to the opposite corner turnbuckle. Lilia throws her duffle bag down and climbs the turnbuckle on her side. Her overbearing weight causes the whole turnbuckle to shake. Wiggling her butt entrances everyone; even Phals admired the jiggle. Pleased with everyone's stare, Lilia pulls up her trunks into a full wedgie.

  “Wooooo!” The audience erupts at the sight of her bare cheeks.

  The noise was so loud, that Lilia didn’t hear Phals sprinting toward her. The dragon jumps onto the Doberman’s back.

  “Ah! What are you doing?!? The match hasn’t started yet!” Lilia yelped.

  Phals doesn’t say anything. Instead, she slips her left hand into Lilia’s trunks to polish the hidden gem.

  “Uuuuuu… mmmmmmmm… Ah…!” Lilia moaned.

  Phals continues her momentum by using her right hand to grope Lilia’s right boob. She grasps at several angles until-

  “Ah…!” Lilia squeaked.

  -Until Phals found the spot where her opponent made the most noise. Her hands squeezed their targets as hard as she could.

  “Aaaaahhh! No, I’m already…!”

  Love juice began to leak from Lilia. The match hasn’t even started yet, and the Doberman is already on the verge of losing the fight.

  “W-wow, hah… hah… I didn’t know you had this in you, hah…” Lilia said.

  “I’m not finished yet.” Phals whispered.

  The dragon leans her head in for a kiss on Lilia’s cheek. The smooch completely caught Lilia off guard. It felt soothing compared to the assault on her two erogenous zones. Phals went on to softly bite and lick Lilia’s ear. Phals’ luscious lips felt so nice it caused Lilia to start licking her chops; she wanted to kiss Phals back so badly.

  “Aaaaahhh! This is… your three-pronged attack…!” Lilia gasped.

  The Doberman realized this was revenge for the locker room ambush. During that time, Phals couldn’t properly counterattack due to exhaustion. This time, Lilia is unable to fight back due to her size. The only possible move for an escape would be a suicidal backward jump to squash Phals. Such a maneuver is too dangerous and would be easy for Phals to jump out of harm’s way. She decided that enduring the attack was the optimal option for now. There is another reason why Lilia doesn’t want to perform the move.

  “Mmm, oooo, hmmm… AH…! Heh… there’s… no way you’re making me cum to this technique…” Lilia bit her lip.

  Lilia is enjoying this. More than that, the audience is going ballistic at this view.

  “Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!” The crowd cheers.

  The entertainment of the paid attendance is Lilia’s biggest concern. Not winning or losing. She wants to make sure they get their money’s worth. Her tail goes erect and waggles in delight against Phals’ abs. The ticklish sensation forced Phals to finally back off from her vantage point.

  “Ugh. Weirdo.” Phals said.

  “Oh? Thank goodness…” Lilia panted.

  Lilia thought Phals relented because she ran out of stamina. Her urge to lactate and climax went away after a few seconds of resting. Her feet slowly climbed back down from the turnbuckle. Her balance got wobbly; her body was still recovering from Phals’ attack. She went down on all fours.

  “Hah… hah… hah… hah…” Lilia could not stop her heavy breathing.

  Little did the Doberman know that the dragon was preparing for another attack. At the opposite turnbuckle, Phals sprints at full speed to Lilia. Just before contact, Phals performs a punt on Lilia’s cunt.

  “Kyaaaaa!” Lilia screamed.

  The harsh impact hurled Lilia face-first into the lowest segment of the turnbuckle.

  “Mfffm…”

  Too dazed to lift her face, Lilia turns her body over by holding on to the ropes for leverage. Even after turning over, she still sat down with her legs wide open. She lifts her head in time to see Phals sprinting from the opposite turnbuckle again. When she reaches the center of the ring, Phals slides like that of a baseball player into Lilia’s base.

  “Gaaah!” Lilia came.

  The Doberman spontaneously squirted her love juice all over Phals’ boot. Her massive body could not stop twitching from the pain. But there was also another feeling: ecstasy.

  “Huff… huff… huff…” The Doberman could not stop panting.

  Lilia enjoyed her compromised position; she was having fun. Her face blushed as she breathed puffs of hot air. Phals grabbed her opponent by the hair in an attempt to pick her up. Lilia complied only to get out of the corner turnbuckle. In a split-second decision, the Doberman drops back down to one knee and uppercuts the dragon’s groin.

  “Gaaah!” Phals screamed.

  The dragon falters, dropping down to her knees, holding her crotch with both hands. Still reeling from her pain, Lilia could not perform another heavy attack. Instead, she opts for the next best option.

  “Mmmmff!?” Phals got kissed by Lilia.

  Lilia hugs Phals to ensure the entrapment of her arms. Phals does her best to fight back with her tongue, but she’s not an expert on erotic fighting. The advantage shifts completely in Lilia’s favor. With no way to appropriately fight back, Phals succumbs to the warm embrace of Lilia’s tongue. Whilst still locking lips, Lilia gradually puts Phals to the ground. Lilia stops kissing and pulls back, leaving Phals dazed. Lilia stands up and smacks her ass with both hands. The sound was loud enough for everyone to hear. She slams her ass down on Phals’ core.

  “Guufaaww!” The dragon lady screamed.

  Cum also squirts out from Phals. Tears run down her face at this turn of affairs. The wrestling ring created a rumbling noise loud enough for everyone to hear.

  “One!” The crowd yelled.

  Lilia’s butt is so big and heavy that it starts a pin count. The wrestling ring rumbles again.

  “Two!” The crowd yelled again.

  “Fuck off!” Phals screamed.

  Phals’ abs push Lilia off, flinging her forward. The posture shows Phals creating a bridge. A form so beautiful even Lilia had to stop and admire it when she turned around. Phals quickly stood up and faced her opponent. The two wrestlers stared at each other for a long time. They both pant hot air, their juices still leaking down below the trousers. The anticipation made the attendance quiet.

  “Hah… hah… wow, I keep underestimating your power, hah… It will be most exciting when you become my slave.” Lilia smiles.

  “In your dreams, bitch, hah… hah… I’ll make you my slave and have you tell me your secrets!” Phals retighten her mask.

  “Secrets?”

  Before Lilia could continue her line of questioning, Phals approaches in close quarters. She raises her hands at Lilia, forcing the two to engage in a test of strength. Their hands locked together, Lilia could feel that Phals’ skin was noticeably rougher. Neither can get an advantage. Their strength is on the same level.

  “Huff…!” Lilia pants. “I’m not… letting you get the best of me this time!”

  The dog uses her massive weight to slowly push the dragon into the corner turnbuckle. Phals' strength keeps Lilia’s hands in check, but her feet keep sliding backward. At the corner turnbuckle, Lilia forces the dragon’s arms to raise so high that Phals has to go tiptoe to keep up. Lilia breaks the lock and shoulder thrusts Phals’ abs into the corner turnbuckle.

  “Gack!” Phals yelped.

  Lilia continues grinding the dragon’s core against the corner turnbuckle. Lilia would pretend to rest for a moment, only to back up and thrust again at full power. After a minute, Lilia decided to just keep thrusting over and over again. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10 thrusts in the corner to keep the dragon trapped. Phals’ face went red, she could only endure the pain in her predicament. She thought of the torture as a workout to keep her spirit intact. Meanwhile, Lilia was ecstatic and moaned whenever she heard Phals groan. Phals shifts her body to the side at Lilia’s eleventh shoulder thrust. Her head bangs into the corner turnbuckle. Lilia, dazed from the counter, held her head and walked backward to the center of the ring. Phals takes the opportunity to rush a dropkick at Lilia’s stomach.

  “Gaaah!”

  Lilia kneeled over on all fours, her butt sticking high up in the air. Phals ran to the ropes, rebounding from it to deliver another dropkick at Lilia’s face. The dog lady spins over to her back from the impact, holding her face once more. Refusing to cool off the momentum, Phals climbs up the turnbuckle. She turns to face her opponent; Lilia is still holding her head in agony. With a confident smirk, Phals launches herself into the air.

  “Ooooooo!” The crowd gazes.

  Phals lands her feet right into Lilia’s core.

  “Owwwwww!” Lilia screamed.

  The dragon used up all her stamina from that flurry of attacks. Her body could not keep up anymore, forcing her to go down on her knees. Phals covers Lilia, hooking her leg up and holding down the shoulder, for a pin attempt. The wrestling ring rumbles.

  “One!” The crowd cheers.

  Lilia pushes Phals off before the wrestling ring can rumble a second time. Both combatants are panting incessantly on the ring mat. Phals is sweating hard after her attack barrage could not secure her victory. Too tired to stand up, the dragon lady crawls toward the ropes for better leverage. As Phals gets to the middle rope, Lilia creeps behind and wraps her arms around Phals’ head for a sleeper hold.

  “Nngggh!”

  Caught between the ropes and Lilia’s rotund stomach, there is not much space for Phals to escape.

  “I bet you are into erotic asphyxiation, right~?” Lilia whispers into Phals’ ear.

  “HHHhhngggg…” Phals yelped.

  Lilia could see that her opponent’s juice was leaking from their trunks. The humiliation brought a tear out of the Phals' eyes. This sight made Lilia crack a smile. She releases Phals from the sleeper hold. Before Phals could escape, Lilia puts her leg on top of the dragon’s head.

  “Aaaaaaahhhh!” Phals screamed.

  The pain is akin to that of a blunted guillotine. In a desperate attempt, Phals uses her hands to pull down the middle rope to reduce the pain. It worked until Lilia began bouncing up and down on the dragon’s head.

  “Urrgh! Urrrgh! Aarrrgh! Urrk!” Phals screams in intervals.

  “Mmm, a noise befitting for a loser.” Lilia smirks.

  Phals’ strength continues to sap. She tries another method of defending by pinching the nerves of Lilia’s calf muscle with her hand. Lilia retaliates by pushing up the top rope with her hands. This traps Phals’ head between her thighs and the middle rope.

  “No… no…! NOOOOOOO!” Phals came.

  After three spurts of love juice, the dragon's body went limp. Without any resistance, Lilia became bored. She relents her attack; Phals remains still on the ropes. Lilia could not help but admire the compromised position of Phals. Looking at the faltered opponent made Lilia's loins ache; her wrestling trunks moistened. Lilia placed her hands on Phals’ hips. She rubbed for a while in a circular motion.

  “Mmm…” Phals moaned.

  Lilia continues by running her hand down Phals’ abs. The muscle definition sent shivers down Lilia’s spine.

  “Ugh… stop…” Phals said.

  “I could pin you right now and win, but…”

  Lilia bit her lip. She begins to pull down Phals’ trunks as slowly as possible. The dragon weakly kicks around, but the attack doesn’t faze the Doberman at all. Lilia could feel all the fluid leaking from her opponent as she continued to lower the shorts. The crowd goes wild in anticipation of the reveal. Phals pulls her shorts back up. Lilia tries to pull down the shorts again but can’t beat Phals’ resistance.

  “Grr!” Lilia growls. “Let me have some fun, we’ve got an audience to entertain!”

  “Never!” Phals growls back.

  “Take it off! Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!” The crowd cheers.

  “Mmm. Well, I don’t want to disappoint our viewers.”

  Lilia stands up and backs away until she is safe from Phals. She then begins to wiggle her ass to the audience as she pulls down her trunks. The crowd erupts. After taking it off, she throws it as far as she can at the fans. They fight over the piece of clothing, tearing it apart; everyone clings to their own torn piece.

  Amused by the people’s reaction, Lilia starts wiggling her great breasts and takes her top off. The camera zooms in on the Doberman’s bosom. Lilia once again throws her article of clothing to the far reaches of the crowd. They tear it off again and fight over the ripped pieces for themselves.

  “Li-li-a! Li-li-a! Li-li-a! Li-li-a!” The crowd cheers.

  “Thank you, everyone!” Lilia clasped her hands and winked at the audience.

  “Phals! Phals! Phals! Phals!” The crowd roared.

  “Wh-”

  Lilia got interrupted mid-sentence by Phals’ grapple from behind. Without any help, the dragon attempts to lift the big Doberman off the ground. Lilia resists and stamps her back to the ground. She can hear Phals’ heavy panting from exerting so much strength.

  “Oh my, you think you can lift me off the ground?” Lilia said.

  “I know I can!”

  Phals screams at the top of her lungs as she squeezes Lilia as hard as she can and lifts her. While too tired to perform a German Suplex, she can still opt for a Backdrop.

  “Gah…!” Lilia screamed.

  The impact reverberates through the wrestling ring. Both combatants find themselves panting on the floor again. Their sweat glistened under the many spotlights shining down on them. The crowd goes crazy at the momentum shifting back to neutral.

  Phals slowly stands up with one hand holding her back. She brings Lilia back to her feet without resistance this time. Lilia wants to counter with another low blow, but the sharp pain in her back is all she can think about. Phals wrap one arm around Lilia’s neck. The hand from the other arm reaches for Lilia’s crotch and rubs it.

  “Uuuuuuu…” Lilia moans.

  Phals proceeds to attempt lifting Lilia off the ground again. Lilia stamps her feet back to the ground.

  “I’m not… letting you!”

  Lilia manages to slip Phals’ trunks down to the knees and starts rubbing her crotch. Her index digit fingers are inside Phals’ vulva.

  “Uuuuuuuuu…” Phals moans.

  The dragon’s knees go weak, wobbling from Lilia’s gold finger technique. Phals rub back harder in retaliation. This battle of attrition is a lost cause unless something drastic happens in her favor.

  “Raaaaaahh!”

  Phals mustered all her strength to lift Lilia off the ground, even going high above her head. This caught Lilia off guard that something like this was conceivable. The only other woman who has done this to her before is Sakuya the cat. The Doberman could see many veins pulsing in Phals’ muscles working at 100%. Phals twirl Lilia’s body mid-air and power-slam her back down to the matt. The impact was so fierce that Lilia climaxed on the spot. Her body could not stop convulsing as her love juice kept leaking out.

  “Phals! Phals! Phals! Phals!” The crowd cheers.

  “Oh dear, I can’t stop cumming…” Lilia rolls out of the ring.

  “H-hey…! Get back here…”

  Phals pulls her trunks back up before walking after Lilia. Unfortunately, exhausting all her strength again causes her to trip over herself. Despite the mistake, Phals carries onward on all fours. By the time she reaches the lowest

  rope, A stick glowing hot pink smacks her face. The hit knocks back Phals.

  “Uurrrrgh!”

  Phals rolled left and right, holding her face with her hands. Lilia rose from the ground outside. She returns to the ring with the hot pink lightsaber in her hand and her duffle bag over her shoulder. After returning inside, she zips open her bag and tosses it to the center of the ring. Many toys fly out. Fuzzy handcuffs, anal beads, lubricants, vibrators, and dildos are strewn about. They’re all personalized to her wrestling outfit’s color scheme of pink and yellow.

  “We’ve been keeping it vanilla this whole match. Let’s make it spicy!” Lilia raises her saber high.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” The crowd goes wild.

  Lilia thrusts her lightsaber into Phals’ pelvis. Phals catches the weapon with her hands before it makes contact with its intended target. A tug of war ensues between the two for the foreign object. Lilia got annoyed that her opponent could still fight back. She could use her weight to wring back control of her lightsaber. Hearing the audience go crazy at her duffle bag motivated her to continue this spectacle. She lets one hand off the lightsaber to reach down for a nearby lubricant lotion. She spurts its content over the contested weapon; the liquid slowly crawls its way down to the tip. Phals realizes what’s happening, but there’s nothing she can do in her position. The lubricant reaches Phals’ hands, loosening her grip. The saber slips through the dragon’s defense, thrusting full impact into her crotch.

  “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Phals cries.

  “Mmm, your tears are a wonderful sight to behold,” Lilia said.

  “Sh-shut up!”

  Phals smacks the lightsaber’s tip away from her crotch. Lilia swings overhead for the head this time; Phals defends with her arms. Lilia kept swinging until it broke from its handle, flying out of the ring. She throws away the rest of her weapon. The rules of this match allow the use of broken handles as a stabbing weapon. But there's no desire to partake in such a gruesome style. She resolves to look for another weapon within the ring instead.

  Phals ran up to clip Lilia’s foot from behind. She tumbles backward, shaking the entire wrestling ring. Lilia felt little physical damage from the fall. Annoyance mulled in her mind as she underestimated Phals again. She rose to a sitting position, only to get kicked from behind by the dragon. This time the damage became more severe enough that she held her hand at the point of impact. Suddenly, Lilia saw a rope of anal beads for a split second before finding herself getting garroted by it. Even worse, her arm that was holding the earlier kick wound got caught in the anal beads’ hold as well. Phals sits behind Lilia and barely manages to wrap her legs around the victim’s stomach. She then pulls Lilia backward to the ground, creating a modified rear naked choke. Phals’ legs performed a body scissor on Lilia’s stomach.

  “Huff…! Huff…! Huff…! Huff…!” Lilia struggled to breathe. “Couldn’t you… have used… my toy for its… intended purpose? Huff…”

  “No! I’m ending this now!” Phals said.

  Lilia tries to use her free hand to break Phals’ weapon: but it's no use. Ironically, the anal beads reduce the effectiveness of choking. Despite this, Phals’ combo still makes this a deadly finisher. The reduced breathing begins to obscure Lilia’s concentration. Her eyes closed. Her free hand goes limp. Phals is shocked that her opponent is not resisting anymore.

  “…”

  Regardless of the advantage, Phals doesn’t want to fall victim to Lilia playing possum. She closes her eyes, visualizing when she won by KO versus her cat rival in blue, Reina. They were both standing with Phals catching Reina in a sleeper hold from behind. Reina struggles to escape, clawing Phals’ arms. Eventually, Reina loses her will to fight and sleeps. A male lion referee checks the sleeping victim. He raises Reina’s arm once; no response, her arm remains limp. He raises Reina’s arm a second time, but still no response. He raises Reina’s arm a third time, definitively no response. The ref calls for the bell, ending the match. Phals released the loser. She jumped for joy as it was the first time she ever got a submission victory against her rival. Especially with a move that she succumbed to on many occasions by Reina.

  Phals opens her eyes to see that her submission hold still reigns supreme over Lilia. There have been no changes while Phals was daydreaming. She finally releases her hold on Lilia and covers her for the pin.

  The wrestling ring rumbles once.

  “One!” The crowd yelled.

  The wrestling ring rumbles twice.

  “Two!” The crowd yelled again.

  Phals could feel the vibrations for the three rumbles. Lilia raises her fist in the last millisecond, breaking free from the pin. She breathes fast and heavily with eyes darting around at what just happened.

  “LI-LI-A! LI-LI-A! LI-LI-A! LI-LI-A!” The crowd goes wild.

  Before Phals could get away, she felt a strong vibration against her groin. Lilia is using a vibrator.

  “Mffffmmm…!” Phals bit her lips.

  The dragon could not deny the pleasure she was receiving from Lilia’s weapon. She keeps shaking her head in defiance. Her hands try to push back, but Lilia overcharges the weapon, vibrating Phals’ entire body. The dragon’s head whips backward at the overwhelming sensation. Lilia’s offense doesn’t last much longer, however, due to the vibrator running out of battery.

  “Brrrrrr… h-how d-d-dare you!” Phals said, her body still vibrating.

  “Sorry!” Lilia apologized. “Last I checked, my toys weren’t that dangerous.”

  “…” Phals glares silently.

  Lilia strips off Phals’ clothes without any resistance. Touching the body was enough to vibrate Lilia. She felt sorry for her opponent. Feelings of regret soon went away as she finally gazed at the naked body of Phals. Even with a flat chest, Lilia drooled at the lean, muscular body. Running her fingers down Phals’ abs caused Lilia to leak pre-cum.

  “Oooo~” Lilia moaned with an o-face.

  “Back off!”

  Phals smacks away Lilia's hand with a blushed face. Her hot breathing motivated Lilia to come closer and breathe hot together. Lilia reaches to remove Phals’ mask but recoils at the last moment.

  “On second thought, I think you’re sexier with your mask on~”

  Lilia kisses Phals’ forehead. She could taste the salt off of her opponent’s sweat. After wiping the taste off her lips, she stands above the exhausted dragon. Sweat and pre-cum drip off her body onto the unlucky victim. Lilia smacks her ass twice before slamming it down Phals’ chest. The Doberman’s pre-cum spewed from her crotch to the dragon’s face.

  “Pfffblt!” Phals’ spat out the fluid.

  “It’s over. You’re mine now~” Lilia smiled.

  The wrestling ring rumbles once.

  “One!” The crowd counts.

  “RRRRAAAAAAAH!”

  Phals immediately muster the strength to push Lilia aside with her arms. Pushing the limit so many times for this match is causing her to faint. She can hardly stay awake now.

  “What the?!?” Lilia shrieked.

  Lilia rushes for a nearby pair of fuzzy handcuffs and slaps it on the dragon’s wrist to the bottom rope of the ring. Lilia again smacks her ass twice and slams it on Phals’ abs chest.

  “Kufffaaw!” Phals spat saliva. “RRRAAAAAAAH!!!”

  The dragon uses her core muscles to push Lilia off backward on her ass. Her body drops back to the ring mat in a near-unconscious state. At this point, Phals is acting on pure instinct. Lilia goes outside the ring to rummage underneath the ringside apron. The audience is curious about the possibilities. The majority of the front-row seats are enjoying the view of Lilia wiggling her behind at them. Fans of Lilia correctly predict that she’s looking for a table. Lilia peeps at Phals: her body still limp and handcuffed to the bottom rope.

  “Hehehe… this will finish you off this time!”

  Lilia pulls out and shoves the table into the wrestling ring. She returns to set the table facing towards a turnbuckle, all while keeping her eye on Phals. With the table completed, Lilia walks over to Phals and unlocks her cuffs. She carries Phals over her shoulder and walks around the ring, smacking her ass for everyone to see.

  “Mmm…” Phals weakly moans.

  “Are you ready? It’s time for the finale~”

  Lilia lays Phals on top of the table. Lilia climbs the nearest turnbuckle. It can barely handle her massive weight as the ropes shake uncontrollably. Despite this, she reaches the top of the turnbuckle. She turns back around to face her opponent. Phals has long since fainted.

  “FINISH HER!” The crowd screams.

  Lilia, standing tall at the corner turnbuckle, leaps toward Phals. High in mid-air, she can see everyone in the audience standing up in anticipation. Looking down, Lilia freaks out upon seeing Phals lifting her knees to counter the body press. There's no other option except to brace for impact. Their bodies clash. Phals’ knees dug deep into Lilia’s core, causing her to spit out a glob of saliva. Phals suffers more damage as she gets crushed by Lilia’s body press, falling through the table into the ring mat.

  “AAAAAAHHHHHH!” Lilia and Phals scream.

  Unable to move their bodies buried in table debris, they could only groan in pain. Lilia pushes Phals’ knees down and rolls her back onto Phals’ chest to start a pin count. Phals kept her shoulders elevated from the ring mat, preventing the pin count. Lilia flips her back over. She licks Phals’ abs, fingers her clitoris, and fondles the nipples. It’s the same move Lilia performed on Phals’ back when she ambushed her in the locker room.

  “AAAAAAUUUUU~!” Phals moans.

  “Yes!” Lilia also moans. “Let’s continue this forever!”

  Phals can feel her breaking point. And just like last time when Lilia executed this finisher, she had no strength left to fight back anymore. Refusing to fall into despair, she looks for anything to get the advantage. And then she found it.

  “Hah!” Phals yelled.

  The dragon grabbed a nearby long dildo and shoved it into her attacker’s mouth as hard as she could.

  “Mmmff?!?”

  Lilia instinctively suckles the dildo. Her face blushes at the sudden predicament. She couldn’t stop herself from getting deep-throated by the foreign object. Phals successfully topples Lilia over. She mounts the Doberman and throws the dildo aside.

  “Hah… hah…” Lilia coughs. “So… cruel…”

  “Your stupid perversions were always going to be your hubris.”

  Despite Phals gaining the advantage once more, she couldn’t hide her weak stature. The continuous heavy panting and sweat make it impossible to look dominant. She knows she got lucky; by all rights, it should have been Lilia’s victory. Phals turns her body back to plant her ass onto Lilia's face. Phals sit her knees on both sides of Lilia’s shoulders and grab hold of the breasts to begin a pin count.

  “!!!”

  Lilia climaxed immediately. The cum shoots high enough that some of it land on the outside of the arena. Her screams were muffled by Phals’ pussy. She couldn't enjoy the stimulation as she felt the arena's vibration.

  The wrestling ring rumbles once.

  “One!” The crowd counts.

  Lilia’s sploosh sapped her strength. She couldn’t push Phals off even if she wanted. She had to tongue her way out.

  “Uuuuuuuffff~” Phals moaned, arching her back.

  “Mlem~” Lilia kept licking.

  The wrestling ring rumbles twice.

  “Two!” The crowd counts.

  “Mlem!” Lilia’s licking intensifies.

  “Aaauughh!” Phals whips her head back and forth.

  The wrestling ring rumbles thrice.

  “THREE!” The crowd counts.

  “Kyaaaa!”

  Phals climax simultaneously with the bell ringing her victory. Her body convulses and falls over to the side of the loser. This reveals Lilia’s blushed face, licking the juice and sweat off her lips. Her heavy breathing begins to cool down.

  “Oh dear~… if it weren’t that toy, I would have had the tongue strength to stop the three count. Hmm.” Lilia closes her eyes.

  Phals climbs the nearest turnbuckle while covering her crotch with one hand. At the top of the turnbuckle, she raises her free hand into a fist pump.

  “RRRRAAAAAAAH!” Phals screams.

  “RRRRAAAAAAAH!” The audience screams with her. “PHALS! PHALS! PHALS! PHALS!”

  A camera droid flies over to Phals. It opens up a compartment inside, popping out a pink leash. Phals takes the leash and climbs down the turnbuckle. She walks to her fallen opponent and clips the leash to the collar that Lilia always wears.

  “You’re mine!” Phals said.

  “Heh…” Lilia points to the arena’s TV screen.

  11:57 PM

  “Ack!” Phals' eyes grew wide.

  “Yes~, there’s little time left to reap your reward and you’re much too weak to make me cum anymore. Unless… you want to sit on my face again~” Lilia blushes.

  “Shut up and follow me!”

  Phals tugs Lilia’s leash as she leaves the wrestling ring. The Doberman obediently follows her new temporary master. The two walk back to the elevator. The crowd turns sour that they won’t be able to see any punishment or humiliation for the loser.

  “BOOOOOOOOO!” The crowd jeers.

  Lilia is sad from the audience’s disappointment, but Phals ignores their expletives. They walk into the elevator before trash can be thrown at them. As the elevator door closes and begins to ascend, Phals drops down to her knees; she still clutches the leash.

  “Are you okay?!” Lilia asked.

  “Y-yeah…” Phals responded. “Hey, listen. I don’t intend to punish you. Instead, I have a favor to ask.”

  “Aww…” Lilia’s face soured.

  “Listen! I-I… want you to be my partner.”

  “Your sex partner?! I accept!” Lilia’s ears perk up.

  “No, stupid! I meant training partner. I need your help… to defeat Sakuya.”

  The leash attached to Lilia’s collar unlocks itself. She could say no if she wanted to and there would be no repercussions. Lilia saw how defenseless Phals is right now. Dehydration from intense sweating, heavy breathing, and the inability to stand up. Lilia could easily overwhelm the dragon and get away with it.

  “I…” Tears roll down Phals’ eyes. “I only defeated Sakuya once at the GROWTH Cup when everyone was handicapped to the same strength. I want to beat her at full strength!”

  “Mmm, if you want to be technical, you only beat Dread once after the GROWTH Cup because of a fan request,” Lilia said.

  “That’s not the same! Dread loses all the time. While there’s glory to win against him, Sakuya is the definitive strongest wrestler in GROWTH. I want to take that title!”

  Phals loses the strength to keep her head up. Her body nearly fell over when Lilia came over and caught her.

  “I’ll help you~” Lilia smiled.

  “Th-thank-mmffff?!?”

  Lilia kisses Phals. Their tongue intertwines with Lilia leading the charge. Phals can’t do anything about it, fully submitting to the Doberman’s will. Lilia releases the kiss before the dragon could cum. They both breathe hot and heavy; Phals especially breathe hotter and heavier. Pre-cum leaks from the dragon much to her chagrin.

  “That’s your first training. You will never win against Sakuya if you can’t withstand a kiss from me~” Lilia winks.

  “U-ugh, I hate you…”

  Lilia picks up Phals, cradling her with both arms as if she were a big baby.

  “Put me down! I’ll kill You!” Phals slaps Lilia’s face.

  “Aww, even with no strength left, you think you can still intimidate me~” Lilia smooches Phals’ cheek.

  “I’m regretting my request already…”

  The elevator door opens. Lilia walks out into a bland hallway. Phals closes her eyes, snuggling close to Lilia’s chest. She’s grunting at her predicament, but she’s keeping quiet about it. Lilia smiled at how adorable Phals is right now; not many others have ever seen her like this. She’s used to seeing the dragon as the most masculine female at GROWTH.

  “So cute!” Lilia whispered to herself.

  At the end of the hallway is a door. Dread, the massive hulking grey dragon and GROWTH's co-owner comes out in red trunks and boots. Seeing the two naked fighters immediately made him erect, he didn’t bother hiding it either. Instead, he poses proud with his hands on his hips, showing off his rippling muscles.

  “That was pathetic, Phals.” Dread said. “Many fans are calling for a refund because you didn’t bother punishing the loser.”

  “Fuck off, Dread. I’m too tired for this…” Phals nods back to sleep.

  Lilia has been drooling at Dread since he first came out. She licks her chops from a realization that never occurred to her before.

  “Hey, Dread~” Lilia winks. “We never wrestled each other yet, have we? Wanna do a private session after your match?”

  “Hmm…” Dread ogles Lilia. “Yes… I never got to have my way with your fat ass yet. We’ll play after I destroy Loy in the main event.”

  The man dragon’s erection grows even larger. His tip peeps out of his trunks. He doesn’t care to fix it in front of the ladies. Lilia is impressed with its girth; she knows she’ll have a great time playing with it soon.

  “Dread! Dread! Dread! Dread!” The crowd chants.

  “That’s my cue, ladies. Later, Lilia. I look forward to banging two dogs today!”

  Dread walks past the two, disappearing inside the elevator. Lilia continues through the door Dread first came out of, revealing itself to be the locker room. There’s nobody else within the perimeter yet. Lilia gently placed Phals on a nearby bench and covered her body with a towel from a rack. She grabs another towel from the rack and brings it with her into the showers. Cum can be smelled in the area.

  “Ohoh! Did Dread give himself a warm-up for his match?” Lilia giggled.

  The Doberman left the towel at the shower entrance before turning on the knob for hot water. Steam quickly fogs up the showers. Lilia already feels rejuvenated from the droplets pattering against her body. However…

  “Ah!” Lilia winced.

  She finally felt the injuries from her match. Her instincts compelled her to sit down for a moment. Even just sitting down on the tile floor is giving her back pain, she had to lay her back down as well.

  “Mmmm, much better~”

  The refreshing pitter-patter from the showerhead lulled Lilia into sleep. Minutes later, she hears footsteps approaching her position: it’s Phals.

  “Hey. You okay?” Phals asked.

  “Just give me another minute please,” Lilia said.

  “You sure? The main event has already started. Don’t you want to watch?”

  “I do~, but… you kicked my ass so hard~” Lilia pretends to play dead.

  “Whatever.”

  Phals proceeds to clean herself in the shower next to Lilia’s. After finishing, she could still see Lilia sleeping in their shower. Phals walks over to Lilia and lends her hand.

  “My knight in shining armor. It’s a dream come true!” Lilia wakes up and accepts Phals’ offer.

  After Lilia stands up, Phals grabs a nearby loofah sponge to scrub the Doberman’s back.

  “Ooo, that feels so good~” Lilia moans. “Thanks!”

  “No, thank you.” Phals said.

  “Hmm?”

  “You covered me with the towel. Loy walked in while I was still unconscious. He’s a gentleman, so I know he wouldn’t do anything malicious, but I’m glad he didn’t see me naked.”

  “You’re welcome. Give me that sponge, I can take it from here.”

  Phals complies and goes back to the locker room. Lilia drops the sponge and begins masturbating.

  “Ah… Ah…! Ah!” Lilia quietly climaxes. “Whew… stupid sexy Phals. Making me all sentimental.” She sighs.

  The Doberman picks up the sponge and cleans her nether region. After showering, she heads back to the locker room and sees Phals in a red tracksuit.

  “Ugh…” Lilia groaned.

  “W-what?!” Phals asked.

  “Just disappointed is all… I was hoping for a cuter outfit from you.”

  “Shut up! I’m going out for a jog after this.”

  “Really? At this hour? At least wait till the sun’s up.”

  Lilia opens her locker to get some clothes. Even though Phals’ back is turned, she's staring with the corner of her eye. The Doberman drops her towel, revealing her plump breasts.

  “Erm…” Phals gulped.

  Lilia grinned upon hearing the gulp. She stretches her arms out to accentuate the voluptuousness of her tits. Her hips sway back and forth to jiggle the boobs and-

  “Enough!” Phals turns around, revealing her face to be completely red. “Put your damn clothes on!”

  “Hehe.” Lilia giggles.

  The Doberman complies and puts on a magenta crop top that barely fits her. The boob window showcases every angle: the front, sides, and underside are open for people to see. Her nipples are also beaming against her crop top due to not wearing any bra.

  “Wh-wh-why are you not putting on your maid outfit?!?” Phals’ face blushes redder than ever before.

  “This is a special occasion since you were technically my master for a few minutes.” Lilia also blushes.

  “Then just wear your regular maid outfit!” Phals’ face is steaming.

  Lilia ignores the suggestion. She bends over, putting her massive ass cheeks on full display for Phals. The hips sway left and right again, causing her butt to jiggle. The tantalizing view is too much for Phals to ignore anymore. Jealous instincts urge the dragon to run up and smack Lilia’s derriere.

  “Ah~” Lilia moaned.

  “Put your fucking pants on!” Veins are popping on Phals’ face.

  The dragon scrounges through Lilia’s locker to only find a plus-size booty short in magenta.

  “This is the only one you have?!?” Phals asked.

  “I was always going to wear this after our match.” Lilia flutters her eyes.

  “Ugh!!!”

  Phals aggressively put the shorts on Lilia. The Doberman makes it as awkward as possible by moaning and swaying her body the entire time. Her ass cheeks hang out after putting it on; they’re arguably showing more skin than her wrestling trunks.

  “This is ridiculous…” Phals facepalmed.

  “Thanks, hon~” Lilia winks.

  “Don’t call me that! Let’s just go to the skybox and watch the rest of the main event.”

  The two leave the locker room. They go through an empty hall in the stadium. Everybody in attendance is watching the main event. Cheers and claps echo through the vicinity.

  “Dread! Dread! Dread! Dread!” Half the fans chant.

  “Loy! Loy! Loy! Loy!” The other half chants.

  They hurry to the nearest elevator. Its door opened immediately upon clicking the button. Inside, Phals was about to press the button for the fourth floor to go to the employee's skybox when Lilia gestured for her to stop.

  “Let’s go somewhere more private and roomier.”

  Lilia presses the “PC” button, causing it to light up red at intervals. She then presses the “6” and “9” buttons simultaneously. The “PC” button’s light turns green and ascends at a fast rate. The two had to balance themselves to prevent falling over.

  “The President gave me the code for their private chamber before our match. They betted on me to win~” Lilia stuck her tongue out.

  “Hmph! Glad I proved them wrong then.”

  The elevator door opens to an empty skybox. The room lights up causing confetti to pop out everywhere with a sign hanging down that says, “GO, GO, LILIA! CONGRATULATIONS!” A wall from the side opens up and out rolls a wooden horse. There are highlights of pink and yellow to match Lilia’s outfit on several pieces of metal on the horse. One particular metal piece stands out to Phals: a protruding triangle forms on the horse’s back.

  “It’s beautiful!” Lilia hugs the horse.

  “I’m going to kill that scumbag!” Phals tightens her fist.

  “Aahhh… now I’m really sad I lost. I would have used this on you~” Lilia keeps rubbing her cheek against the horse’s neck.

  “To hell with this!”

  Phals throws the wooden horse down and stomps on it until it breaks into a million pieces.

  “Awwwwww…” Lilia clutched what was left of the horse’s head. “I’m kind of impressed you did that though. Are you alright?”

  “O-of course I am!”

  Lilia can see that Phals strained her foot.

  “Let’s sit down and watch the main event!” Lilia drops the horse's head and offers her hand to Phals.

  “Sure…” Phals accepts to hold Lilia’s hand.

  Together, they walk over to a sofa overlooking the entire arena. The quality leather felt soothing to the touch after their intense match. The animals in attendance look like tiny pebbles wiggling around. At the center of it all, both women recognize Dread fighting Loy. A yellow dog man whose muscles are comparable to Dread. His wrestling outfit consists of yellow trunks and boots to match his fur. Luckily for Phals and Lilia, the arena’s screen is large enough for them to enjoy the action.

  “Hah!”

  Dread whips behind Roy. He grabs the dog’s head before jumping forward, forcing Roy to follow his momentum. The maneuver ends with Dread planting Roy’s face into the ring mat. The victim writhes in pain, holding his face.

  “Oh, my~” Lilia perks her ears. “Performing a bulldog on a canine wrestler. I never took him as someone who enjoys puns.”

  “As usual, he’s the absolute worst.” Phals cross her arms.

  Dread laughs as he grabs a nearby fuzzy handcuffs.

  “Hey, that’s mine!” Lilia yelped.

  “Oh yeah, we did leave your stuff behind. I’m surprised the crew didn’t clean that up. No doubt that Dread had something to do with that.”

  Dread cuffs Loy’s hands together behind his back. He strips off the restrained opponent’s trunks, revealing his incredible member. Loy blushed at his compromised position. There was nothing he could do to reverse the situation. Dread rips off his trunks to reveal his equally impressive member. The dragon mounts down on the retriever’s backside and smacks his ass. Loy yelps.

  “Wow, Loy has a really cute butt!” Lilia drools.

  “…” Phals stays focused on watching the action.

  Dread whispers something inaudible to Loy’s ear before beginning his anal assault. A single thrust sent Loy to heaven as he immediately cums on the spot. Dread laughed at his opponent’s pathetic stamina and continued thrusting the prostrate. Tears flowed out of Loy’s eyes as his only option was to bear the humiliation until Dread tires himself out.

  “Oh my, doggy style on a dog. This man can’t stop with the puns.” Lilia blushes.

  “I think Loy will win,” Phals sighed.

  “Really?” Lilia cocks her head. “It looks completely one-sided in Dread’s favor to me.”

  “Back then, I would agree with you. But these days, Loy is as strong as Dread now. It’s a fifty-chance split on who’ll win this match.”

  “Wanna bet on it?” Lilia makes a smug face. “If Loy wins, I’ll agree to coach you on beating Sakuya. If Dread wins, you’ll agree to be my plaything for the rest of the year. Deal?”

  Phals looks at Loy’s face. His eyes filled with determination.

  “Deal.” Phals said.

  “Excellent!” Lilia claps her hands and smiles. “No backsies~”

  Dread continues to cum inside Loy over and over again. Five times, ten times, twenty times. Many animals in the audience masturbated along to the beat of Dread’s thrust. Couples who came together participated in sexual intercourse. There was even an orgy that started from the incredible lust of the fight. The orgasm count becomes lost as the ordeal lasts for half an hour before Dread backs off for a breather.

  Despite cumming so many times, Loy manages to crawl to the ropes and leverages it to stand up again. His knees are still wobbling from getting anal probed so hard. He braces his arms wide apart to break his cuffs by force. Dread laughs at the attempt and says something inaudible. Loy ignores his opponent’s insults and does it again, the chains are visibly weakening. Loy does it a third time and the cuffs break apart; his hands are finally free to fight back!

  Dread immediately gets hard again upon seeing Loy’s success. A smirk shows across his face, there’s still fun to be had here. The dragon charges Loy at full speed. His massive arm stretches out for a lariat. Loy ducks under the attack and spins full circle to Dread’s front to deliver his lariat. Loy’s arm successfully clotheslines Dread's face, causing the dragon’s whole body to flip into the mat. Loy raised his fist high.

  “Loy! Loy! Loy! Loy!” The crowd cheers.

  Spurred by the fans, Loy mounts Dread’s back to perform a single-leg Boston crab. The dog uses his free hand to rub the dragon’s shaft. The victim moans, his teeth grits as he’s too exhausted to escape or reverse the situation. The fact that no one is cheering for him pisses him off even further. Loy is not proficient at sexual techniques, but he still manages to milk the dragon dry. And unlike Dread’s anal penetration, Loy’s member is safe from the lustful indulgence.

  Eventually, Loy is forced to release and take a break. Both wrestlers are breathing heavily with sweat dehydrating their fighting spirit. Loy lurches over to the corner turnbuckle and starts climbing. Before he could reach the top, Dread sneaks a clinch from behind. The dragon reaches around the dog and rubs his shaft.

  “Uuuu.” Lilia blushes. “That’s very similar to what you did to me. That was dirty of you.”

  “Shut up, I know you enjoyed it.” Phals smiles.

  “Yeah…” Lilia sighs. “I hate to admit it, but your technique was lovely.”

  “WOOOOO!” The crowd goes wild.

  Dread aims Loy’s pecker at the front-row audience. Many animals turn away or cover themselves from the impending climax. One female hyena, however, opens her mouth wide in anticipation. This offering gave Dread a great erection. He plants Loy higher and starts plowing his asshole once again from below. He keeps his hand on the dog’s dick to keep it aimed at the excited hyena.

  Refusing to let Dread have his way, Loy back elbows the dragon. There was hardly any power, but it was enough to stop the attack and make Dread lose his balance. Loy took advantage and threw his back on Dread, forcing both of them out of the corner turnbuckle. Dread wraps his arms around Loy’s waist to perform a super backdrop with the falling momentum. The impact caused both of them to cum upwards; the hyena was disappointed that it landed nowhere near her.

  The wrestlers are motionless next to each other. The cameras zoom in on their faces to relay that they’re knocked out. The wrestling ring rumbles once.

  “One!” The crowd yells.

  “Oh? A draw might happen.” Lilia is unamused. “That means neither of us will get what we want.”

  “Come on, Loy. You’ve got this!” Phals tightens her fist.

  The wrestling ring rumbles twice.

  “Two!” The crowd goes wild.

  “The suspense is killing me.” Lilia pretends to make a fainting motion.

  Before the wrestling ring rumbled thrice, Dread put his hand over Loy’s chest. The wrestling ring resets to rumbling once.

  “One!” The crowd resets their count as well.

  “AAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Phals smushed her hands against her head.

  “Mmm, yes~, this is the way.” Lilia smiles.

  The wrestling ring rumbles twice.

  “Two!” The crowd is jumping off their seats.

  “Just smack his hand away!” Phals screams.

  The wrestling ring rumbles thrice.

  “Three!” The crowd can’t stop jumping up and down.

  “No way!” Phals accidentally tear off strands of her crimson hair.

  “It could have gone either way.” Lilia didn’t bother hiding her smug grin. “Looks like you’re mine after all.”

  “Damn it all…” Phals slumps back in defeat.

  Dread gets up and stares at his knocked-out opponent. Looking at Loy’s vulnerable face made Dread’s dick leak precum. He exits the ring instead of claiming Loy again. Everyone gasps as he approaches the female hyena. The Fan is star-struck as she gets kissed by the dragon. They slovenly caressed each other. Dread forced himself to break away as his injuries were beginning to affect his sex drive. Refusing to let this opportunity slip by, she jumps into Dread’s arms. He catches her perfectly. He keeps a strong posture despite the pain. He gladly walks out of the arena with his super fan. Confetti and pyro blasts to celebrate this special occasion. Even though the audience missed out on another punishment, they were happy to see a fan get lucky.

  “Oh… I guess I’m not getting that private session with Dread after all…” Lilia’s ears slump down. “Oh well, at least I have you.”

  The Doberman puts her hand on Phals’ thigh. She immediately smacks it away.

  “This is bullshit! I won in the first place!” Phals blushes.

  “Yeah, but your win only counted for a few minutes. My win counts for the rest of December~” Lilia drools.

  “Come on, Phals. Where’s your pride and honor?”

  “Ugh!” Phals’ face blushes even redder. “Do your worst!”

  “No.” Lilia kneels in front of Phals. “I’ll be gentle.”

  The Doberman pulls down Phals’ pants, revealing plain black underwear. She can see that the dragon wants to resist with every fiber of her being. Lilia made the correct decision to challenge her honor. She then opens Phals’ legs wide open before pulling down the underwear. The dragon’s genitalia are already moist for another round.

  “Oh my!” Lilia said. “I wasn’t expecting this. You’re a lot more sensitive than I thought.”

  Phals, clearly embarrassed by this, can only say, “Shut up!”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll fix this.”

  Lilia grabs Phals’ butt cheeks to pull the crotch closer to her face; the Doberman finally digs in. Phals audibly moans with “ooos” and “aahs”, giving Lilia great morale. However, seeing Phals grip her seat so hard made Lilia pause her cunnilingus technique.

  “You’re going about this the wrong way,” Lilia said.

  “What?” Beads of sweat roll down Phals’ head.

  “You’re never going to beat Sakuya on equal footing if you keep receiving erotic techniques like this. Instead of hardening like a rock, you should think of the flow of water.”

  “That doesn’t make any sense!”

  “Fine, don’t take my advice. I’ll make sure you never cum from this.”

  “N-no!” Phals immediately realizes what she just said. “I-I mean…!”

  Lilia rubs her cheek against Phals’ leg and says, “You’re so cute…”

  “…” Phals glares silently.

  Lilia resumes her cunnilingus. Phals’ o-face is starting to make her moist down under as well. The temptation to relieve herself is great, but she wants to focus on teaching her partner a lesson. Sure enough, she can feel the dragon’s vulva ready to rupture prematurely so she stops once more. Phals is disappointed again, but she appreciates the resting time to breathe properly. Lilia takes the time to unzip Phals’ jacket, revealing her abs. This sight made Lilia even more moist; she couldn’t take it anymore. Her hand moves against her will, it unzips her shorts. She clenches the hand into a fist to stop, but the lust still envelops her instincts.

  “Oh!” An epiphany came inside Lilia’s head.

  The Doberman sits beside Phals and pulls down her shorts. Phals is shocked to see that Lilia is just as moist as she is.

  “You’re a gorgeous woman, Phals. But! I bet you can’t make me cum.” Lilia winks.

  “Bullshit, I made you cum several times in our match.” A vein pops on Phals’ forehead.

  “Tsk, tsk!” Lilia wags her finger. “That was just for the audience’s pleasure. I know for a fact that you can’t make me cum. If you do, I’ll reverse the bet and you can do whatever you want with me for the rest of the year. The only rule is that you can’t stop once you start; otherwise, I win!”

  “You’re on!”

  Phals whip her whole body in front of Lilia’s crotch and digs in with her tongue.

  “Ahhhh, yessss~!” Lilia blushes.

  Phals consistently dig her tongue at Lilia’s pearl at a steady pace. The Doberman knew what she was getting into but was still surprised by her opponent’s power. Despite this, another idea came into her head.

  “Y-you’re all talk… you’ll never make me cum at this rate…!” Lilia said.

  “Mlem!”

  Phals grab hold of Lilia’s buttcheeks and thrust her tongue as deep as she could.

  “Ahhh!” Lilia nearly came right then and there.

  Phals thrusts even deeper than the first.

  “Ahhh!” Lilia could feel her fortitude cracking.

  Phals continues to thrust over and over again. Her tongue’s penetration is as effective as any man’s dick. Perhaps even more potent than some of the other GROWTH male wrestlers. Lilia enters a state of pure bliss: ‘I want this to last forever’ she thought. Her head shook as she remembered the consequences of giving in to Phals’ technique.

  “Ahhh!” Lilia’s moaning intensifies.

  Phals switch to swirling her tongue in a clockwise formation inside the cove. Lilia’s eyes open wide to this new sudden technique from her opponent. Her head moves clockwise in conjunction with the swirling motion. She did the motion long enough for her head to start becoming dizzy. The Doberman’s breathing goes heavy and hot. The temperature rises in the room, making both players sweat with ecstasy.

  Without opening her eyes, Phals uses her hands to lift Lilia’s crop top. Lilia got excited at this turn of events. She thought her opponent was going to focus on her vulva the entire time. Phals’ hands fondle the boobs until she felt the dog’s nipples on both sides: she proceeds to pinch them.

  “Haaaauuunnnn~~~!” Lilia moaned.

  A jolt ran through the Doberman’s chest. She couldn’t tell how far the dragon was going with this. Phals’ hands drop down to Lilia’s love handles. She uses the handles as leverage to elevate her body from Lilia’s crotch to her boobs. Phals immediately suckles on the dog’s tits. One of her hands shifts from the love handle to the crotch for fingering. The other hand shifts from the love handle to the boob that she’s currently not sucking off.

  “W-w-w-w-what are you doing! Sucking my milk is off-limits!” Lilia can’t stop huffing heavy breaths. “Fuck!”

  The Doberman pushes the impudent dragon’s head between her boobs to suffocate her. Phals continues to fight back by motorboating Lilia’s bust. Her hands are still attacking Lilia’s erogenous zones; she technically hasn’t lost the bet.

  Phals’ head breaks free from the titty conundrum and says, “What’s the matter, Lilia? You just realize you’re going to lose the bet?”

  “Damn brat-mfff?!?”

  Phals lock lips with Lilia. Lilia could taste that her cum is similar to that of honeydew. Phals keep exceeding Lilia’s expectations. The dragon’s bravado would fall short however as Lilia’s tongue technique is far superior. Lilia quickly took control and completely overpowered Phals’ tongue. So much so that Phals came from the efficacy of Lilia’s technique. Even though she’s splooshing all over the Doberman, Phals refuses to stop kissing; she still hasn’t lost the bet.

  Unfortunately for Phals, her foot was suddenly in an enormous amount of pain. She had no choice but to back off. Her body fell to the side. She took her shoe off and held the throbbing foot. While there are no screams of agony, tears run down her face as she loses the bet.

  Lilia recognizes that that's the foot Phals used to stomp the wooden horse to pieces. She went to a first aid kit on the wall and grabbed pain relief gel from the shelf.

  “Here.” Lilia offers the gel.

  “Thanks…” Phals accepts the offer. "Damnit, I almost won..."

  The dragon rubs it all over her foot. The sole in particular gets focused on.

  “Mmm, you were never going to win,” Lilia said.

  “Bitch! I was going to continue with… ah forget it. I’d rather reveal it in action next time.”

  “Hmph, silly minx. Teasing me for a finale that never came.”

  Lilia – still butt naked – walks over to the rail and sees that everybody left already. Even the arena has been cleaned out, free of trash and props. Lilia goes back to Phals’ side and puts her shorts back on.

  “We’ll leave when you’re ready, okay?” Lilia said.

  It took hours before the throbbing pain completely stopped. When the two walked outside to the parking lot, the early sunrise came out in a lovely hue of purple and yellow.

  “Where’s your ride?” Lilia asked.

  “Over there.” Phals pointed her finger to a bicycle.

  “Oh no, no, no. You’re not riding in that after what just happened to your foot. Come with me.”

  Lilia carries the bike and brings it to a tiny pickup truck color-coded pink and yellow. She places the bike in the truck bed; it barely fits inside. Lilia then plops her body into the driver’s seat; she barely fits inside. Phals sat in the passenger seat; she fit inside just fine.

  “Why not get a bigger car?” Phals furrowed her brow.

  “I love this truck! It’s so cute! Plus, it’s just the right size for all my shopping needs for Master Kit!” Lilia smiled. “By the way, you’re coming home with me.” The smile turned sinister.

  “What!?!” Phals blushed.

  “Heh. You lost the bet, remember? You’re mine for the rest of December~” Lilia smirked as wide as she could.

  “Ugh, fine…” Phals facepalmed herself.

  “Don’t worry, I will help you in training against Sakuya.” Lilia sticks out her tongue.

  “That’s a funny way of saying you want to have sex with me.”

  “Sex indeed! If your sexual techniques couldn’t beat me, then it certainly won’t beat Sakuya.”

  “I get it, ugh! Just go already!”

  “Let the sexy times begin!”

  Lilia starts the ignition and drives off the property. Dread comes out in casual clothes with the female hyena. They see the truck riding off to the sunrise. His arms shrug while the hyena rubs his back.

  "I wanted a foursome; this is fucking bullshit!"

  THE END