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The crowd roared. The ground shook. Flesh hit flesh. Grunts of effort and pain. A cheer, and the ringing of a bell. The exchange of coin.
All of these filled the air, just outside of the hallway where I stood ready. I was home, in one of my favorite places. The spectators' voices hushed, and the lights went low. I was ready.
"Laaaaaadies and geeeeentlemeeeeen!!" The announcer's voice was loud enough to shake the building, and once more the crowd roared. His voice cut through them, "This contest is scheduled for one fall! Here comes the elven lady you've all been waiting for!" The stadium erupted, the sound world-ending to some, but welcoming to my ears. "Weighing in at a staggering 286 pounds and standing at a massive 6 foot 2 inches: Katina of Aktip-oliiiiii!"
My introduction was short and sweet, but I was neither - not here. With a grim look to hide my excitement, I marched confidently out of the dark hallway and into the sudden light. I struck a pose, flexing my massive arms and sneering at the screaming spectators. With an animalistic huff, I made my way to the ring, walking as only an unstoppable force could.
I climbed into the ring, stepping between the middle and top ropes to join the announcer at the center of the stadium. The crowd was going wild. I grinned as I imagined only a dragon could and climbed the steel ring post nearest me, flexing my triceps, back, and then biceps in slow succession, letting those watching devour my musculature with their eyes.
"Her opponent," continued the announcer, "hails from Sarispiti, stands at 6 feet tall, and weighs in at an astounding 230 pounds! The heavyweight hitter, the undine battle-master: Mistral Lion!" I stepped off the turnbuckle and down into the ring as I watched my competitor exit the same hall I had been standing in just moments ago.
An undine woman, her blue skin was fine to look at. Her musculature was well-defined - though not as impressive as my own - and her long, pale green hair was tied into a single calf-length braid. She was grinning, herself acting the predator as she bounded to the ring to the cry of the crowd. An impressive dive and slide under the bottom rope and into the ring had me cock an eyebrow.
I hadn't actually seen her before, but I'd heard of her plenty. I was the capital's best heavyweight fighter, and she was Sarispiti's best - the people of Aktipoli loved me, and I was on my home turf. I was adored here, but the volume in the stadium showed that plenty of people supported the Mistral Lion. The undine woman bounced up and beat her chest - not as well-endowed as I was, I put her around a 38D.
She was more scantily clad than I was, too: she wore a simple black wrap around her chest - which was definitely there to fall of and distract her opponents - and tight, pine green shorts. Her short boots were well-made, the black leather studded with silver buckles. The Mistral Lion's grin was cocky at best, downright derogatory at worst, but I couldn't help but feel a twinge of heat as her bright green eyes took in my body. I couldn't stop myself from lick my lips as I took in her bare calves and fine abs.
In contrast, I was wearing a golden vest with a deep v-neck, the edges embroidered with purple thyme, golden armbands to accentuate my bis and tris, and baggy black pants with purple accents. I liked hiding my leg muscles in matches - it always took my opponents by surprise, somehow, that my arms weren't the only muscular bits I had. I was barefoot; better to feel the ring with, and let me be faster, even if it took away a little bit of stomping power.
As we took measure of each other, the announcer - a scrawny, bald human man - stepped to the center of the ring. The crystal spotlights centered on him, and the crowd went quiet. I didn't glance away from the Mistral Lion. Our eyes were locked together.
"Now, ladies, let's have a clean fight," the man said, looking between us. His magic wand amplified his voice, "Remember: you can only win by pinfall or submission, and you'll be disqualified if you permanently harm or kill your opponent, or if you use magic. Deal? Shake hands, and let's get this underway!"
I stepped to the center of the ring and reached out my hand. A meaty slap prompted the crowd to cheer as we gripped forearms. We stepped back, and I spot the referee - a dwarven man - climb into the ring to my left. With a nod from the bearded man, a bell rang loud and clear.
I didn't bother attempting to circle my opponent. I charged forward, lowering my shoulder. A whoosh of breath washed over my head as I made contact with the undine wrestler, blasting her to the ground.
Easy.
I grinned and did a quick turn, flexing for the crowd. Their roars spurred me on and, as I turned once more to pin the Mistral Lion, I felt a solid kick to my gut. From her place on the ground, she had launched herself up at me, sinking her boot into my stomach.
I let out a loud, "Oof!" and doubled over. The Mistral was quick - she followed with a flying elbow to my back, landing between my shoulders and slamming me into the ring. The heat of the crystal light wasn't the only thing making me sweat - this woman was going to more fun that I expected, and the little flame inside of me was beginning to flare with excitement.
I rolled away, just in time to avoid a boot to the head. The stomp slammed into the ring, shaking the turnbuckles and driving the gathered people into an uproar. I couldn't hear their words or jeers, but I could tell the crowd was already invested.
Good.
I stood by the ring corner, wiping my forehead - my shoulder-length black hair, shaved on the right side, rarely interfered with my vision, and I was glad for it. I caught a flying jump kick that I otherwise would have missed had I had longer hair. Gripping her boot, I pulled the Mistral forward and off-balance. She hopped on one foot, desperately attempting to tug her boot out of my hands. I pushed forward and let go, using her own center of gravity and attempts to break away to bowl her over backward.
With a grin, I pounced on her, placing a stomp on her upturned ass. I laughed as she rolled into the turnbuckle, her arms wrapping around the lower ropes. She appeared dazed, but I knew better - she was nowhere near done. I grabbed her and hoisted her up, putting her under face beneath my armpit, and threw myself backward. My suplex slammed her into the ring center.
The crowd roared as I stood, and I roared back. I raised my fists, jeering at the spectators.
The Mistral Lion, as I suspected, was nowhere near done. She kipped-up and charged, leaping with impressive agility. I caught the force of her attack full on my chest and fell backward. I grabbed her hips, attempting to throw her from me. The undine's thighs were like a vice, holding her atop me as we landed, gripping my sides tight.
She immediately began punching, her fists hitting solid muscle as she pummeled my chest and crossed arms. I flailed, trying to buck her off of me - she stubbornly remained atop me, blasting my face and upper torso with powerful punches.
Whistles and cat calls exploded from the crowd as my flailing caused the Mistral Lion's chest wrap to come undone. Her tits were mesmerizing, the blue globes topped with dark green nipples. She grinned, lessening her attacks to let me - and the crowd - gaze at her bare chest. Not to be distracted at a critical moment, I went on the offensive.
Her ankle-length braid was the perfect lever. I wrapped it around my hand and pulled. With a yelp, the undine flew sideways as I threw her off of me. Gasping with the effort, I took a moment to breathe as I heard her hit the steel ring post. I gazed around and spot her chest wrap - I grabbed it and wiped the blood and sweat from my brow.
I laughed - truly enjoying myself through the pain - and got to one knee. I didn't have long, as the Mistral tried another jump kick from her corner. I grabbed her boot once more, but this time I hoisted her into the air like an acrobat. Seemingly expecting this, the damn woman somersault and landed on the opposite steel ring post, balancing precariously on the top rope.
Gods be damned, that was hot.
The bare-chested wrestler, without missing a beat, leapt at me. Once again, she attempted to knock me backward. This time, though, her thighs squeezed my head, her fists coming down on the top of my head. I held her tight and remained on my knee, refusing to topple. I grunt and stood, ignoring the pummeling I was taking. Her movements became more erratic as I leveraged our incredible heights to hit a thunderous powerbomb.
Rather than let her go, I stood once more, the wind clearly knocked from her lungs as she gasps above me. I get the fingers of my left hand under her thigh and pull, yanking her shorts aside. Blocked by my head and hair, no one else can see the delicious blue pussy that's revealed there. The Mistral Lion is wet, and I'm impressed that her shorts don't show a wet spot. I grinned, taking a half-second to enjoy the sight of the woman's meaty violet lips and pale green bush, before taking one long lick, letting her shorts go, and slamming her back down onto the ring.
"Oh, you bitch -" she began, cut off by the whoosh of the air rushing once more out of her lungs. I let her go and rolled atop her, pinning her shoulders to the ring. I couldn't help but grope her right tit for a moment as the dwarven referee slid over to us.
"One!"
His hand hit the mat, and I snarl.
"Two!"
His hand hit the mat again, and I put more of my weight onto her as the crowd goes wild.
Suddenly, the Mistral Lion threw her shoulder off the mat, stopping the ref's count. I let go, rolling away and standing. The bursts of energy and effort were tiring, certainly, but not enough for me to give up yet. I let the undine woman stand, her flushed face a cute violet. I take in her button nose, and once again lick my lips.
"You're just my type," I growled, my voice sharp between pants, "you wanna meet after this?"
"You're a fucking idiot if you think I'd get with you," the Mistral Lion loudly sneered, gripping her long braid. With a whistle and crack, she spun, her braid a surprise weapon. The tightly wound hair hit my stomach like a whip, and I doubled over. Another crack, this time across my back. I stumbled to a knee and the Mistral approached, whispering in my ear, "If you win, you can fuck me in the showers."
The undine's knee came up for a facebreaker, and I couldn't block it. I saw stars as I slumped over. Dazed, I gagged as the wrestler's braid became my bit, yanking my head back. She sat on my back and pulled, trying to break my teeth, back, or both. I instinctively grabbed onto the braid, attempting to relieve the pressure on my mouth and neck.
I refused to give up, slobbering around the hair gag and straining with all of my might against my opponent's considerable strength and leverage. Thought wound its way slowly back into my dazed mind, and half of the crowd was shouting for me to fight through. The other half wanted me to tap out and submit.
I would never submit.
I pulled my knees underneath myself, bucking the Mistral Lion up, but not dislodging her. With all my strength I threw myself backwards, slamming her back into the steel ring post. The pressure immediately subsided, and I spat out the undine's braid.
Grinning, gasping for air, I knew that, in the right light, my crotch would be absolutely soaked and quite obvious to everyone around. I shook the last of the stars from my vision and did my own dropkick, hitting the woman square in the stomach. I grabbed the base of her braid as she slumped over, her legs and arms limp.
"And what if you win?" I asked sweetly.
She coughed and gasped, "Then you fuck me in the showers." The crowd's roar meant this conversation couldn't even be heard by the ref or announcer - just us. Her eyes went wide as I gripped the waistband of her shorts and hoisted her high above my head - she managed, "And you have to take me on a date!" before I dropped her from the gorilla press.
A resounding boom echoed in the stadium, and I lept atop the Mistral Lion. I rolled her onto her back and sat on her bare chest, yanking on her arm. I set the armbar and held her.
She didn't last long.
She tapped.
The bell rang.
I grinned and let her go, panting as I rolled away.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have your winner!" The announcer had snuck back into the ring, and all lights shone on him. He walked to me and raised my hand as high as he could above his head - so just barely to me ear. "Katina wins! Aktipoli, here is your heavyweight champion once more!" The crowd roared - some with excitement, others with frustration. Coin was exchanged.
I stood there, basking in my victory. The woman had put up a good fight. She was quick, strong, and intelligent.
I so badly wanted to leave the ring.
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The locker room was quiet, but there was plenty of steam leaking out from under the door. I had hustled out of the stadium's main arena and down the competitor's hallway. Other wrestlers and strongmen congratulated me on their way out of the building - the Mistral Lion and I were the final match of the evening, and they were all on their way home.
An aid of some sort - I didn't recognize the boy - stood by the door and opened his mouth to say something. He worked for the stadium, and had cleaning supplies beside him. I interrupted him, literally covering his face with my hand.
"Shut up, boy," I growled, "no one will enter or exit this locker room, understood?" I felt the boy, no older than twenty, tremble under my hand.
His supervisor, one of the arena's managers, approached rapidly. The slim undine woman was in a fine silk dress, the brown and cream colors highlighting her green skin. She had her hands up, as if to ward off a blow - I thought she knew I'd never hit her, but... I shrugged mentally.
"Katina! Katina, let the boy go!" Her black-rimmed glasses highlighted her worried blue eyes, and I couldn't help but smile. "He was just leaving for the night, weren't you, Markos?"
I let go of the trembling boy and he looked about ready to soil himself. With a shaky nod, he hastened away, leaving his janitorial supplies behind.
Amalia sighed, "Katina, love, he wasn't going to interrupt you." The manager shook her head, "Even if you wanted him to watch, Markos is... well, shy and far too naive. Please don't put your hands on my staff?" Her voice was kind, but had a stern edge to it.
I sighed, "We'll be a few hours. Don't lock up." I shrugged and pushed the door open, a cloud of steam escaping into the hall. "Feel free to watch, if you want."
As I was the local favorite, I had a lot more pull than many other performers around here. I let the door close without looking back.
I waded through the steam, peering around rows of lockers. It didn't take more than a few moments to spy the real prize for the evening. The Mistral Lion sat on a bench, her shoulders slumped, her chest wrap retied.
I walked up beside her, "Clothes off. Now." I loomed large above the woman, and grinned like a dragon down at her.
I could see a flux of emotions across her face as she looked up at me: a delicious mix of arousal and fear. And... relief?
"By the gods, I didn't think you'd come," she said, hastily kicking off her boots and socks. She practically tore her shorts off in her effort to get naked. I let her tug the chest wrap free once again.
"Oh, I'll cum," I promised, salivating. I slipped out of my own vest, revealing my massive tits topped by brown nipples. They were already hard. I shimmied out of my pants, and my opponent audibly gasped as she took in my thick black bush, my muscular thighs, and my long, meaty labia. "Lick my cunt. Now."
I leaned back against the metal lockers and put my foot up on the bench, giving the undine access to my soaking wet pussy. Her tongue was deliciously long, sliding in between my folds with practiced ease. Her fingers explored my pussy, touching lightly on my clit and slipping inside of me. Another finger prod my asshole, and I moaned as she began fingering me in earnest.
"My name's Zoi, by the way," she broke away from my pussy to say.
I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face back to my cunt, "Keep licking, Zoi." I humped roughly against her cute nose and chin, clenching my pelvic muscles around her invading digits. Riding the high of winning, the thrill of this semi-public place, and my adrenaline, it didn't take me long to get near my orgasm.
"Faster!" I commanded, grunting with effort as I ground my cunt into her face. The slurps and wet sounds she made increased and were louder as she attempted to obey. I looked away from Zoi and to the side, where the staff manager, Amalia, was standing. I hadn't heard her come in. It didn't matter.
I groaned and came undone, squirting into Zoi's mouth. Thick strings of clear grool connected my pussy to her nose and lips. I shuddered, holding tight to the woman's head and clutching at my heavy breast. Amalia watched silently, walking out as I came down from my orgasm.
I let go of Zoi, the defeated Mistral Lion, and looked down at her face. It was a mess of girl cum and hair, but she was grinning. Her cheeks were flushed a deep violet.
"Showers," I ordered.
"Yes, ma'am," the undine replied, scampering around the lockers and into the bathing area. I followed, admiring her toned ass. We entered the hot room, noting it was as empty as the rest of the locker room. I had control here - even if anyone heard us, it didn't matter.
My predatory smile grew once more, "You're dirty, you know that? You need to clean up. Disgusting"
She looked scared for a moment, as if she truly thought I meant it; then, a glimmer of understanding, "Yes, ma'am. I need a shower. I got so dirty." She got on all fours, presenting her ass to me, "Do I need to be punished?"
I snickered, "I'll punish you, Zoi, and then I'll clean you up." I smacked her bottom, the loud smack causing her cunt to leak even more. Her thighs were slick. "You've been naughty. Look at you, soaking wet."
Zoi wiggled her butt, "I can't help myself, being punished by such a big, strong woman." She moaned as I spanked her again.
I knelt behind her, diving into her muff with the energy of a famished beast. I licked and bit, sliding two of my meaty fingers into her cunt with ease. I tugged on her lips, suckled on her cute clit, and licked her anus. I ignored the curly green hair, eating her out with gusto.
I fingered myself, too, alternating between her pussy and my own as we knelt there on all fours. The moans and sighs that echoed through the locker room would have put a brothel to shame.
I was getting close to my second orgasm, and needed a final push to get there - I hoped I would be lucky with my next command.
Zoi whined as I separated my lips from her labia, "Piss. Now."
Her lust-addled brain didn't quite respond, so I spanked her bottom, "I won't eat your pussy anymore if you don't pee for me. Do it!" I was gasping for breath, fingering myself faster and faster.
With a groan and surprising force, Zoi began to piss. The golden fluid hissed from between her labia and splattered against my face and chest. The undine was moaning, reaching back to flick her clit as she urinated.
"Fuck yes!" I screamed, orgasming once more. My cunt spasmed around my fingers, my pelvic muscles strong enough to break the fingers of a lesser woman. I dove back into Zoi's muff, licking as she pissed. I drank some of her piss as I slurped on her leaking pussy.
Zoi came, too, collapsing forward - her face was pressed into the tile as she emptied her bladder onto my face. I licked the cream from her pussy, fingering and eating her through her impressive orgasm.
We were both panting and shaking when we came down from our orgasmic highs. Zoi rolled onto her back, flopping out like a starfish on the shower floor. I stood over her and hit the rune for the hot water. With the shower on, I let my bladder go, too, peeing on Zoi's heavenly breasts.
I grabbed a bar of soap and sudsed up my hands as I urinated, only helping Zoi up from the floor after I'd finished coating her in my liquid gold. I quietly washed my opponent, soaping her tits, back, ass. She washed me, too, rubbing herself against me under the cascading water. We spent far too much time under the hot water - I pruned up, and my skin was bright woman. Zoi, being undine, didn't really react to being under so much water for so long, and smiled drunkenly at me as we finished up.
After we dried, I put on a clean set of clothes - a simple shirt and pants - and turned to the exhausted undine, "I hope we fight again. The Mistral Lion gave me a good battle." I walked out, my mouth curling into a grin as I saw the naked woman reaching between her legs before I opened the locker room door.
The arena was dark. I walked out into the night, whistling.