FWF: Fur Will Fly!

Axol Aqualon was here for an amateur first to cum loses match in an underground arena. Wearing his signature combo of black shorts and a white sleeveless undershirt, the femboy axolotl took a breath. Short and without much muscle, Axol's inexperience was evident in how he squinted at the rowdy arena. People were placing bets and yelling both support and jeers in the stands of the impromptu underground ring. He was kind of nervous, being still a rookie at this. He hadn't had much time to train his cock or refine his techniques, so it's gonna come down to spirit and lewdness - At least for him. He didn't know if his opponent was any better or worse, but he hoped to get an easy match. He went out to the underground arena, which was as simple as it gets. Two gates, a concrete floor, and his opponent on the other side. He smirked a bit as he thought about his own stamina and strategy. He knew he was fighting some sort of fox, but other than that he was in the dark. He guessed that everything will become apparent in the ring! "Let's do this.." He muttered under his breath, trying to tune out the pressuring roars of the crowd around him.

 

 

Axol saw the fox girl now, with her body getting him hard in record time! He felt his cock bulge as it immediately gets powered up, with its full four inches straining against his shorts as he was immediately struck with her beauty! But more than his immediate sexual reaction he saw she was just as nervous as him, stumbling into the Arena. Axol felt pangs of pity and empathy, this was quite the pressurable environment for both of them! The cheers of the crowd were drilling into both of their ears, so he tried to center himself. For Axol, there was plenty of room for improvement. Training himself in an intense first to cum match would be good for his cock stamina, and he'd slowly learn the ropes of sexual combat and make something out of himself through stuff like this. To self-improve and try and learn control, since he thought he was prone to losing by being overeager. He was snapped out of his contemplation by a wonderfully teasing voice, his body shivering over her voice as the fox flashed her canines. Taking a closer, less awestruck look at her, he could see that she was covering herself up nervously, shifting her shorts and tightening up her hoodie. So he tried to be friendly and open, to ease both of them. So much stress built up would certainly make Axol too anxious to release all of it, and in a first-to-cum, losing control was a massive blunder. So he stammered out a friendly greeting, not nearly as bubbly as Fenix's but nevertheless trying to be cordial. "I-I'm Axol.. I'm an axolotl.. L-let's have a good one.." He awkwardly choked out. He couldn't take his eyes off her, a rookie mistake that he hoped she wouldn't notice. Trying to take deep breaths as his small frame was jittery. All he could do was try and give her a good match, hopefully win and learn something about stamina along the way.. But her pretty body.. He couldn't shake the feeling there was something more to her small frame, like within that body held a strength beyond Axol's expectations.

There was a reason Axol wasn't being cocky. He was in a different mindset from his usual self - Where in other kinds of sexfights he sought to enjoy himself and dominate his opponent, the loud and seedy nature of the underground arena really put him down, not in a bad way, just reminding him he isn't invincible. As much jeers as cheers which contrasts with the usual atmosphere of just wanting a fight, it was quite stressful so he was sort of scared into a much more sportsmanlike Axol, not that he's usually a jerk, just that he felt like he needed to be nicer in such a sketchy underground crowd, lest he gets torn apart even more by their yelling. He felt more self-conscious than ever, not just because of the crowd but because of the shorts-denting boner he now sported, which he saw her eyes glancing towards and staring at for just long enough that it was able to be noted by him.. Earning Fenix a blush from the axolotl as his cock throbbed with the attention. From their similar sizes he expected a drawn out battle, and from the underground nature of this match he understood that he's gonna end up with a lot of bruises by the end of this.. He's gonna have to have a lot of stamina and technical skill for this, it's gonna be decided by skill for sure.. Which he didn't have a lot of, but he had to try his best! He accepted that handshake, both of them a bundle of nerves as their first skin to skin contact was that handshake. "An albino fennec fox, huh? Well, happy to have this interspecies match." He didn't have any further quips as she went into her stance, being shocked at her unorthodox stance. For his part, he put his arms up in a panicked sort of way. He hadn't had a stance or even a fighting style jotted down, so he just tried and dashed at her, sending a hand towards her hoodie to try to grab it. He had no idea how to deal with such a unique opponent, and she and him were pretty much even in statistics. So he tried his usual policy of trying to strip the opponent

 
Fenix let out a surprised yelp, as Axol grabbed her hoodie and yanked it sideways. He had power but not nearly as much as other, bigger opponents would. As it only managed to expose her face to the crowd and the flashing lights, rather than to strip Fenix, as the hood was now only draped back. The fox grabbed at his arm and yanked it towards herself. Try to make him fall over so she could follow up with a flying drop kick right to the stomach. She felt kind of bad to do such a dirty move on an opponent. Especially since she actually started to like him, but he was here to make her cum, and so was she. So it was time to wear him physically down before she would commit to any sensual attacks. At least that was her plan.

Axol let out a gasp as he was countered expertly! All he could do is a measly hoodie-flip, and he was countered with an arm-yank, sending him reeling off balance, and then a nasty flying drop kick to his slim waist! He coughed as the air was slammed out of his lungs, as he felt her feet kick into his torso! It was soft as hell, but also painful when her paws pushed into his waist to push him downwards! What an opener, making Axol tumble to the ground as the return stroke was far more devestating to Axol! While he went for the sensual, Fenix opened with a literal dropkick that sent him wheezing to the ground! He tried to recover, but after such a shock and awe tactic his entire nervous system was sent out of wack with pain and the scratches from the fall shooting him with mind-numbing adrenaline!

Axol braced for impact. This was pretty much a no-rules sexfight, the only thing that mattered in this loud environment that reeked of beer and gold was who came first. Axol was shocked at Fenix's decision to not do him in with a hammer-blow, wincing at a strike that never came. Instead, he felt a kiss on his lips. He didn't get it. He was vulnerable, on the ground, for these few seconds at least he was a scaly white punching bag.. So why did she kiss him? And why did it feel so good? A shiver ran down his scaly spine as a blush of sheer shock crept up his face - Shock from the kiss, from her mercy, from the sudden shift in tactics, his mind tries to grasp for logic, anything resembling what he could do.. He idly wondered if he could stand there and take it, since a slow handjob from the fox would seem so good to his backed up nuts right about now.. But he had to resist! In any way possible, even if his boner sprang free from his shorts - Which it did, by the way, quite easily too due to how horny he was. It was small, and could be described as pathetic but more broadly cute. The pink, flaring tip of his axolotl cock throbbed with miniscule drops of precum. But that's as far as Axol would go without at least attempting a counter, trying to drive his knee into your stomach as he moaned into the kiss!

Axol felt his knee sink into the fox girl's chest - Just in time too, for her strokes were just getting on his dick. It wouldve been dangerous if she set the pace, but Axol saw and felt the effect, felt spit in his mouth as his blow struck clean. He got lucky, if she'd been on guard it would've been totally blocked. She scrambled for recovery, which Axol only saw in the corner of his eye because he, too, needed to recover. Forgetting all about her as she seemingly retreats, Axol focuses on himself and his own body's status. A dropkick and an instant of a handjob are still things mr. Aqualon needs to keep in mind. He tried to roll over, his small frame scrambling to get up. He thought about her strategy, her moves, her hands on his cock.. Okay maybe not that last thing, he needs to focus. Her pain-filled expression was magnificent to look at, her gagging face as she scrunched up in agony.. He idly wonders what other expressions she could pull.. Trying to bring his arms to lift himself up as he rolls over. Sure, his bipedal stance would take longer to go into than her four-legged stance, whereas he needs to take time to get up she could just plop down and be ready to fight, so he's at a disadvantage, not to mention he already had his cock out.. So his new line of thought for his short term goal is just to take her shorts off. If he could do that, they'd be far more even in this sexfight. But her attacks are heavy, and that dropkick still stings with the ghost of the pain of her soles slamming into him. She's fast. He'll have to be faster. Just fast enough to outspeed her, and just durable enough to outlast her in more ways than one.. As things stand, however, it'll be easier said than done. And that's assuming he can stand in the first place..

Axol was in a position where he was pretty much fucked. Worse yet was the realization he himself brought this position to fruition. Struggling to get up, the axolotl couldn't see the attack from the fox coming at all. She caught him both with his shorts down and fully distracted, so he couldn't muster up a defense in time and was hit dead on with the set-up, feeling her soft legs around his neck as he was shocked by how fast she recovered. Axol felt the world tilt as he fell on his back, then the trap fully sprung with Axol's throat being wrung out by her legs while his cock is milked. His scales sweat as a chill runs down his spine: She'd got him.

His eyes darted around to her shorts. The adrenaline wearing off slightly as he goes from "Oh shit!" Levels of panic to "Okay, what can I do", Axol begins to think. He feels his cock spurt its first drops of precum and twitch like the tiny meat stick that it was, so erect and desperate that it was just as pink as the blush on his face! But he's more than a cute dick here, the ambient noise of the yells around him snap him back to reality. He needs to counter, but how.. With his cleared mind no longer reacting but now acting, he tried to take her shorts off, his hands shivering and shaking in the pleasure of the blowjob - And what a blowjob it was! Whereas her hands were soft and fluffy her mouth was hungry and milked out more precum with every lick and suck! But Axol was focusing up, trying to make this into a battle of stamina! Despite her head start and her dominant position with her thighs constricting his windpipe, he tried to pull those shorts down with his pleasure-shaking hands and dive in with his tongue, his first lick targeting her clit! But with his head in and of itself restricted by her thighs it'll be less effective.. But it's his only chance and he goes for it, his bright red tongue darting forwards!

Axol was squirming, he couldn't handle the pleasure and was hanging on by a thread, but his last thread of hope bore fruit! It was a little lick as his bright red tongue hit her clitoris, but somehow he got a reaction! Just in time too, as he would have splurted in her mouth if he was just a little more indecisive about it! He couldn't think about that though, he took a moment to appreciate the chain reaction of events. His desperate lick causing her to spill out a delicious moan, loosening those soft thighs on his face as he was released from that hold. "Fuck yeah!" He silently thought, though this small victory was hard fought. If she just kept on him for a while longer a creamy victory would've been hers.. But he managed to land a sort of critical strike in the nick of time. He dived back in, trying to get back on her pulsating clit, not giving her any time to rest despite his own perilously close state. His cock was throbbing, he was straining not to cum, but if he could just press the advantage and eat out her mound.. But in his thought process he made a critical error, they still weren't changing in position, and Fenix could suck on his cock too! His cock was throbbing on her fur as they were still in this super close range, and Axol still had a severe disadvantage from Fenix's head start to the point where his precum literally covered his cock despite the saliva bath! It twitched errattically, but he tried to push through the pleasure and make her cum, not knowing that she could easily deal the finishing blow (job) if she managed to push through the pleasure!

"N-nooo! M-must resist!" He thought, hanging on by a single throb as he felt his load rising up in his balls. He didn't know if the albino fox girl was any closer, but she did know she had the advantage. If this was in points, the judges would give it to her. She had Axol on the back foot most of the time, and if it went to the distance right here and now Axol knew he'd lose to her in the scorecards. But this wasn't a fancy erotic league. There wasn't a referee in sight. There was only those two and some rowdy drunk folks in the middle of nowhere screaming about sex. There was no one to save him, and no one to save her. If he wants to win.. He'll have to make her cum. He won't settle for a half assed victory. He pushes through the pleasure of her counter attack to try and go for one last volley of clit-sucks and digs deep into her pussy to try and get as much of her foxy folds stimulated and overwhelmed as his tongue could manage to slam and suck!

Axol throatpied the fuck out of her twitching mouth hole.. He really wanted to fuck her, but dammit if that blowjob wasn't one of the best and most stamina draining things he ever experienced, his balls finally giving in to the pleasure as he released his load mere seconds after hers, his axolotl sperm clogging her throat as he slowly pulled out, savoring the friction of her throat as he slowly pushed his hips into her mouth to seal the deal. His face was treated to a massive squirt of her pristine arousal fluids, her cum gushing on his face as he basked in her defeated juices. It felt natural for him as an axolotl, those five seconds of her slowly more choked out moans of orgasm as she was filled. Axol stayed there for a few minutes, dick in her mouth and covered in her squirt, before he eventually pulled out of her. He debated wether or not to wake her up or leave her be, and decided to leave her. She seems at peace with a throatpie and spasming pink folds, anyways.. And with the fight she just gave him, Axol was sure that Fenix would be more than okay.