FWF: Fur Will Fly!

*Axol flopped on his bed. The rookie's room was - Like all rookie fighters, not that lavish and more broadly having a spartan design, only the bare neccessites for living. Just having woke up fresh off from the grueling first to cum sexfight against Fenix, Axol got at least a day of rest and he figured he was ready for another match. He whipped out his phone for Fightnet and got a notification - From Fenix? He guesses that like the fox's namesake, the albino fennec was looking for a shot at revenge to rise from the ashes. And given the increasing number of propaganda posters he saw on his way back to the match, this very well could be the boost needed to one side or the other of that "civil war" he keeps hearing so much about. Oh well. He doesn't really care about the wider implications of the match. He just wants to fight and fuck. And right now he's in a dangerous mindset, a breeding mindset.. That first to cum match was a sprint and this one would be the marathon. They knew each other and had a basic idea of their weaknesses. And with Axol's victory and his mindset of breeding his overconfidence could be exploited. Wanting to make his sperm swarm and conquer her eggs. That made him predictable, but it also made him dangerous. The terrible fires of will and conquest heating up in his small balls as his eager swimmers were just as ready as his shimmering scaly body to get going. The hard-light construct whirled around the arena, forming ropes and a floor. He stepped forwards, his beady black eyes and white scales shimmering as he stood in his usual shorts and shirt. Today, he'll achieve a victory, and who knows? His opponent's eggs might block him the first few times.. But as Axols all too fond of saying, "That's what multiple creampies are for".

"Yeah, that's good… yeah… more brighter… more, more… no wait, back, just a little bit… yeah, okay. Thanks!" Fenix said, gesturing wildly to a rather annoyed ring programmer. She wanted the holo arena to look like the same one Axol got lucky against her in. It was a bit childish, but she did not care. She just wanted to beat his ass in the same place they met the first time. Thankfully, Paradise Island had high-tech holo rings that could simulate any environment, so it was not necessary for both of them to sail back to the continent to recreate their match. Although one thing will be different. Well, two. First, Fenix decided that she would win. Second, the fight won't end until one of them is literally unable to continue from the consecutive orgasms. She remembered how easy it was to make the axolotl cum and how exhausted he became even BEFORE he released his juices. This will be easy! With those ideas in mind, Fenix signaled the programmer to hit the button. Then, the square, metallic squares of the ring shifted in color and texture. Shifting the pale room into a vibrant, crowd-filled, loud arena. Fenix climbed in the new arena under the ropes, which were made from 'hardened light,' or whatever, and stood in the center. Knowing Axol should be here any minute.

*Axol smiled seeing Fenix annoy the programmer to get the ring juust right. Part of him wanted to call out and tease her for her symbolic demands, remind her that history would repeat itself if its exactly the same. But he also knew this would be completely different. Not the rush to the finish but instead a more strategic and stamina conservative approach would be in order since it would be decided by who gets too tired to even move or continue first. He's thankful for the tech in Sinner's paradise, it recreated that dinky little atmosphere perfectly! In a battle of stamina and skill Fenix would win, Axol knows he just got lucky that her clit was sensitive enough to lose after just a few licks. And between that and her general dominance, if this was a match that was decided by score, Fenix would win. But it wasn't. This was Sinner's Paradise. And in this arena, there would be even less help than any place before. Though thankfully, Axol's been thinking of the match. Not just about Fenix's eggs being conquered (Although yes, a little bit of that) But also about strategy. She tends to use leg attacks and kicks. He'll have to target her biggest weapon. But how? After thinking about it he realizes how best to do it. Take advantage of her lack of experience. He climbs onto the ring and walks up to her. He'll have to attack first, not confident he'll be able to outspeed her. Throwing a feint, a right hook as his shoulder moves back. But that's only to draw attention to the upper body. He does a kick to her thigh instead. Her strongest asset, targeted by an inside leg kick(?) as his heel sought to crash into her sturdy thigh.*

"Hiiii theeereee! Hope you are ready, cutie." Said Fenix, as she saw him climb into the ring. She said the same thing as in their first fight. She wasn't sure herself why she insisted on making the two fights feel the same even though they were clearly not. Did she try to erase that past, maybe? She did not know. Nor could she afford to know as Axol closed the distance rapidly. Fenix barely had the time to register that lame right hook attempt at her face. She did not really have to dodge it though, as it did not even reach her face. She was taken aback by the sudden aggressiveness. Looks like Axol was a lot more serious this time around. He was determined to win. Or maybe he was determined to do something else? She pulled up her arms to shield her face from any incoming blows. She wasn't really much of a boxer, but Axol was definitely not a boxer. His stance was all wrong; he applied too much force into one leg, so he…SHIT! "Agh!" Fenix tried to step back, but his kick was fast. It hit her right on the inside of her thighs. A few inches to the side and it would have hit her folds. Although Fenix was glad that she did not have to experience any more 'critical' hits from Axol, she wasn't exactly happy about the fact that her legs buckled and she was on her knees. Three seconds after he entered the ring and started the fight. She knew what he was doing, but it was no time to have an internal monologue about it. While in her crouching position, she launched herself at the other white creature. Aiming to tackle him to the ground and try to get his head wedged between her right side and bicep for a nice choke, while her free left hand, would pound against his body wherever she could hit him.

*One strike and the fox is grounded. Axol felt proud of that accomplishment.. He held his pride back, his ego back, and his sperm back for one surprise attack. His plan worked perfectly. But he couldn't predict the future. His small body was weaker than hers. She built those legs up with hours at the gym, through hardship and struggle. Axol was ignorant of the true struggle. Focusing on himself as the world burns, keeping a naive optimism. It was for this reason that he thought the thigh kick would slow Fenix down and stun her for a little. He was wrong. Before he could bring up a knee or something to stop her, he was caught. This time, Axol reckoned the fox won't give him mercy just cause he's cute. He knew better than to struggle but now he was in a position where he was Fenix's punching bag, his head in a headlock as it was pushed into her bicep, and her left hand was now wailing on any part of his body. He winced in pain, trying to concentrate. The super close range can go both ways.. He doesn't have too much space to move.. All he could hope to do now is move the parts of his body which are free.. He attempts to drive his knee to her belly, aiming for that core, but it was hard to see and even harder to put power into, even with this zero range.*

"You thought you could incapacitate me with one move? Fat chance!" I scream while pounding my fist on your side. My knuckles were aching in pain; I could only imagine your pain. I see your pathetic attempt to strike me in the stomach, but I was ready. You already got me like that once; I wasn't going to let you do it again! I step back when you kick, making it hit the empty air between us, then reel back my own knee and strike it towards your stomach. It's a clean hit. I can feel your gush of breath hit my sides as it explodes out of you. I can also feel your body slowly going more and more limp, to the point where I was the only one keeping you up with my hold. I would have loved to continue to beat the shit out of you, but this was only the beginning. I had greater plans for you than just to bruise your side and choke you out. So with a sudden movement, I jump backwards, driving that little skull under my arm straight down to the ground. It will most likely KO you for a little, no biggie; you would wake up soon enough to see me sitting on your chest. One hand on your throat, the other under your shorts, grabbing at the little cock you last time used to choke me out with your semen.

*Axol gasped in horror as he listened to her outburst. His side ached, bruised from the slamming of her knuckles towards his chest. His torso shook with agony, his eyes welling up with the tears of pain. He was too predictable. His sperm going anywhere near her eggs was getting to a distant dream as Fenix executed a beautiful combo: His knee was dodged and Fenix executed her own knee to his chest, making him wheeze air as drool and air were both expelled from his mouth. With the wind knocked clean out of his lungs, he couldn't even give a breathless whisper of protest as she slammed him downwards, his reptilian skull meeting the ground. Good news; he was released from that hold. Bad news: He was put in a much worse position. The slam KOd him, he didn't have a shot at resisting it as that one move concussed his small frame and sent him into blackness for at least a minute. When he came to consciousness, he saw that you didn't let up either, with his cock in your hands and the other choking him out. He's turning pink from lack of oxygen, but he manages to breathe a tease. "Fair warning: I'm going for the breed. Y-you're gonna have to knock me out reaaal good to let your eggs get out unfertilized.." It was empty. An empty threat, empty words from lungs empty of air. His cock twitched in her handjob and he could feel the call of inky unconsciousness in the corner of his salamander eyes. But he came in here with a mission, he won't rest untill he shoots his shot. Or 5. Or however many creampies will pierce her ovaries defenses. His shaking hands snake to her shorts, trying to pull down her shorts and pinch her clit, respectively. He took deep damage from that, but it's not over yet. His balls throb, the eager swarm of white invaders begging to test themselves against the fertile ovaries of the fox. But you can't fertilize an egg without making someone's brain into an omelette.. And Axol knew how sensitive Fenix's pussy was. The question is, will it work again?

"I have to knock you out real good? Honey, I just put you to sleep for at least a minute, and your first words are a threat—HEY! AGGHH! MMMMmmmm…" Fenix was interrupted by the invading hands of her downed opponent. Axol had pinched her clit, which made her hand, which was choking him, dart to her own sex, trying to stop his attack. Her other hand stopped its stroking but clenched hard on his dick. "Let it go! AGHHH!" She screamed, as the attack on her clit was more painful than arousing. Soon his other hand had joined his attack, which prompted Fenix to let go of his member and aid in the defense of her clit. It was a mess. Hands grabbing hands. Fingers pinching pink flesh before being wrenched off, only to be replaced by the other hand. Fenix was writhing on top of him. She knew that Axol was getting his air back while she struggled. She had to do something. And do something she did. She stopped grabbing at the now slick hands and pushed herself up from him and turned in the other way. He did not let go, of course; he still pinched her folds painfully, which were now twisted as she moved, prompting her to cry out. But she endured. She could feel his fingers start to invade her pussy. But she endured. Then she leaned down, her head getting close to his member, and... she bit on his balls. It wasn't a dangerous bite; she did not want to rupture his balls. But she was sure that the pain he would feel would be enough to let her go. She hoped that way they could reset the fight.

*It was a messy set of movements. His attack worked well, perhaps too well. It seems for all that time at the gym, her sexual resistance needs work.. But this was a mean spirited move after all. His thumb and index pressing and constricting against the clit as he also winced on Fenix's counter - A squeeze to his dick that made his pressure loosen as his hands shook with the pain of her vice grip on his cock. Axol took deep breaths, recovering slightly. The whirlwind of hands was hard to follow, and Axol had to constantly re-adjust. Now both their "Defenses" are down, it'll be much easier to stroke each other assuming one doesn't pull their shorts back up. In terms of sexual damage, Axol was ahead, and he muses to himself that Fenix's lower half is getting more and more sluggish. The pain of the clit grab and the lingering damage of the thigh kick.. But again, Axol finds himself losing the match. In terms of bodily damage, Fenix hit more vital areas. His ribs hurt, that'll slow him down. And he's down one KO with his ears ringing and his vision blurry. That damage was deep, way too deep. He's changed. Axol's weakened, no longer at his peak condition. But it was still early in the match, and he still had a chance. Just needed to recover. Axol tried to scramble back towards the neutral position, his scaly axolotl hands slick with her juices. That was a close one, a little more and he would've came and got unconscious yet again. He can't afford to fall behind. But then Fenix did something he didn't expect. She pushed off and turned away, allowing Axol precious few seconds of squeezes and strokes.. And nibbled on his balls. "W-whoa.. What the- Aaughnnn!" He yelled, the bite just deep enough to cause great pain to his most vital point. It was like she was trying to discourage his swimmers with pain before a single sperm hit her ovaries. That won't do. Axol kicked off the ground, trying to shake her off. His legs were in a frenzy as if he was drowning in a pool..*

*His legs were going haywire with the adrenaline and panic. Axol wasn't an experienced fighter, so he lost all control and all plans other than "Get this fox off my dick." The floor felt like slippery jelly as he tried kicking off and trying to create distance. But it was uncoordinated, and some kicks were way off the mark, and either intentionally or unintentionally his attempts to try and crawl away doubled as some low-power kicks to her snout. His small balls flared with intense pain, the kind of which would completely stop him if he were in a chase. And if he was doing something of that nature like trying to catch a bus, it would stop him dead in the tracks with his ball torture. But he was in a whole different chase, a chase for breeding. His legs were panicked, scrambling to kick away as his recovery was cut short with the new and strange attack.*

The fox yelped when a bare sole connected with her muzzle, kicking her head to the side a little and making her roll off him. She was free, although in pain. Thankfully Axol looked worse than her. With her now slightly more red balls, bruised side, and unfocused eyes. She was winning, but it didn't really feel like that at the moment. His dick was hard, but she failed to make him cum. She let out an angry puff of air. She was determined to make him release first this time around, not caring for the fact that it meant nothing in their current fight. So Fenix darts back to the fight, trying to get him in a bear hug. With his dick hard, the bearhug would make it so that Axol's member would be squeezed between their stomachs. Maybe that will be enough to send him over the edge.

*Axol had an idea. This was the super close range, there wasn't much he could do here. He felt the fur of her belly and the scales of his own stomach stimulate his cock. And he was close, far too close to try and go for a more conservative approach. He needed to go for it. All or nothing. He needed to BREED. His axolotl sperm throbbed against his balls, his stamina reaching its limits as he neared the edge. He throbbed harder. At this rate his first cumshot would splurt uselessly against the albino fox's white fur. He wouldn't accept that! That won't do at all. He needed to fuck her. His sperm needed to hit her cervix and go into her eggs. To slam the fuck out of her ovaries and breed her. To that end he shimmied his cock down onto her pussy, with each grind going lower and lower.. Until he slid into her folds, his body shivering as he tried desperately not to cum. Although there was one problem: He was tired on short term stamina. Makes sense, he was ruthlessly jerked off and now this belly rubbing onto his scaly cock is making him leak precum like a fountain. He only has one thrust until he cums.. But that doesn't matter in the long run. He's got plenty in the tank. He thrusts forwards, parting her folds as his small dick seeks her cervix. There was a lewd squelching sound as his cock twitched, struggling against the grip of that pussy. She's got strong legs, so it only would make sense her pussy would be as tough as the rest of her body. But he advanced, advanced until his cock went as deep as it could go, his full 4 inches of pale axolotl breedpillar in her meaty folds. It was warm, slick, tight, he could feel every pulse of his desperate penis and every twitch of her pussy. He couldn't hold it in any longer.. He came. His first shot of many, hopefully. A premature orgasm in her own bearhug. A weak spurt of axolotl cum spewed into her deepest folds. Zero percent chance of impregnation.. The sperm are just gonna be deflected. But it'll at least wake them up.

Fenix's legs quivered as he entered her. His penis was not big, at least not that much bigger than her other opponent's. Despite the fact that the pale axolotl cock wasn't as big as, let's say, Safira's, she was still small, meaning his tip just reached her cervix. She couldn't help but moan from the sensations. The semen hit her inner walls and cervix like a power washer. Cum gushed out from her pussy and trickled down her inner thighs. She increased the pressure of the bearhug, although it was not needed as Axol was rather out of it already from the intensity of his release. All it accomplished was to flatten her slightly cumflated stomach, making more cum escape from the inside of her pussy and pool on the ground between their shaking feet. Fenix felt the satisfaction of not coming first. But she knew that in some ways, Axol got what he wanted. Which was unacceptable. Since she was on the verge of cumming as well, she let go of the exhausted opponent and let him slide down on her body. His face slowly slid down from her shoulder, hitting her breasts under the hoodie and her exposed stomach, then stopped at her wet folds, since Fenix grabbed his head and held him there.

"N-nice move... but… I think I will have to give back your defeated sperm, love." She said, panting. Then she pushed his face against her own cum-stained opening. She rocked her hips forward roughly, and soon she released her suffocating juices in his mouth, coating his throat with her and HIS own cum. She was glad that she could choke him with her bodily fluids; revenge was a good feeling. The added humiliation of having to endure his own cum as well was just the chef's kiss. She knew that cumming meant that overall she was more exhausted now. But the alternative was that she fights in her pent-up state, with a high chance of Axol capitalizing on that and using that to get her in an inescapable hold. She let go of his head and stepped back to marvel at the exhausted, cum-stained body on it's knees. She was eager to see how out of it he was. She could have just pressed the next attack, but since he just came, it would have been useless. Plus, she was too exhausted for any traditional attacks, so she just brought his feet up and pressed her sole against his cheeks before pressing his head down to the ground. "Your semen failed, love. Just like you will soon." She said, while smearing the cum stains all over his face with her toes. She rested a bit in that position, but as soon as she would see any form of real struggle, she would lean down, grab his legs, and get him in a Boston Crab hold.

*Axol felt his penis shoot into her, felt her body tremble and lurch with that cumshot. It was a ball-draining orgasm, but this was a fight, not masturbation. In the highest moment of his victory Axol felt two things: One that he didn't do a thing to her eggs, which made sense since this was the first batch. All of it was deflected by her lively and strong eggs, the sperm being denied breeding by the clammed up eggs as they were completely destroyed. Those sperm stood no chance, as the eggs did not accept a single one of that army sized first load. It was humilating, feeling his valiant first load smashed and crumbled against those sturdy eggs, reduced to nothing but cum under their feet. Those fighter's eggs aren't gonna be breeded with such measly amounts, with all the sperm being blocked like a punch against a brick wall. All he did was just make her legs a bit shaky. Axol was in pain, the bear hug's hold settling in as with his willpower to cum gone and his body basked in a reaction numbing afterglow, his ribs were squeezed as they went chest to chest. And even her cumflated belly, a symbol of his loads impact, was deflated. His victory was far too short lived and now it was Fenix's turn. He felt his head pulled. Down and down until his face was in front of her pussy. Looking at it from a close up angle really sunk in how defeated his sperm was. All of it drooling out, which should be a glorious sight for him, but the confidence in her voice made Axol think twice: This wasn't a victory for him. And that was sunk in even more with the next move, his orgasmically trembling body being flooded with their combined fluids as he was choked out with cum. Was this how she felt when he throatpied her? And now this was being repaid in twofold as his throat was flooded with it, visibly bulging as he struggled to chug down the mixture. Her confidence was unmistakable, her eggs were still pristine. And even worse, she stepped all over his face.

*Axol's face was trampled on with the cum spreading, even connecting in strings from her toe beans to his face as she stepped on him. It was agonizing having to try and cope with this humilation, but it felt kind of good to have been painted with the fox's prints and his cum! Her paws streaked cum all over his face, with Axol having to close his eyes or seal his lips when it streaked onto a vital area like his eyes or mouth. But it felt too good to think about strategy, those paw pads stained white and kissing his soft scaley skin with their rough texture. He didn't even notice the boston crab being set up as he was put in that agonizing hold, completely helpless and out of it as his barely conscious body was hers for the time being..*

After a good minute of just panting from both fighters, Fenix sensed that the fight started to reignite in her cum-soaked opponent. In some way she felt bad, degrading such a cute creature. If they were friends or something more, she would let him fill her anytime of the day. When they were eating, watching a movie, while she slept… anytime, just to see him all tuckered out and content against her. But they weren't friends, not after he choked her out with his meat and left it in her mouth for minutes until he recovered enough to leave her on the cum-soaked mat. She felt so used when she woke up. She was a laughingstock; the crowd took pictures of her while she gagged and tried not to throw up. It was a shame that the crowd in this arena was fake. She would have loved to parade his unresponsive body around like a trophy once she was done with him. Oh well… reducing his dignity to dust should suffice, she thought as she stepped off his face and picked up his legs. She put those lovely, little three-toed feet right under his armpits and leaned back to perform a Boston crab. She bent his spine hard. Not stopping until her OWN spine made a "C" shape. She wasn't going to break him, no. She just wanted him in a position where he couldn't even THINK of an escape. All the while she leaned forward with her head and licked at his still erect cock. It was kind of awkward. Since the tip was facing away from her, but since she bent him hard enough, it was within reach. She couldn't really give him a blowjob this way, but maybe that wasn't even necessary, as her tongue snaked around his length like her hands would. It was a lovely feeling of noticing how his cock twitched and spurted pre, under her tongue's attention.

*Axol felt his balls and body both throb. He was slipping in and out of consciousness, with the axolotl's body slowly recovering. This was a marathon of a match, after all, and he still had cum left in the tank. He didn't know it himself, but every move Fenix did was just that much more powerful due to her.. Well it wasn't quite hatred, it was more of willpower.. Yes, willpower. To Axol, Fenix was getting fired up due to her eggs being struck.. And though that might be the case, Axol's strategic assessment was way off! She wanted revenge, revenge for the throatpie! And Axol didn't have that kind of motivation, only wanting to breed her cause he thought it would both look good and feel really really good. Conquering her eggs would cement himself as a great fighter, such a victory would surely propel his living quarters to something that actually wasn't that bad.. But that was just a half assed motivation. And this was the difference. He screamed, screamed as the boston crab bent his spine, his cock like a fountain of precum as he was caught in her embrace, it was a horribly effective pleasure-pain, with his body shocked into unconsciousness yet again. The pain was unbearable, his bruised body being way too overwhelmed. His small body would rather go unconscious and become her plaything to regain a little bit of strength than take this overwhelming pain. His struggling feet go limp as they're trapped in her armpits, with Axol only managing to stare at her pussy for a little bit before the pain overwhelms him, and the consciousness - Just like his creampie - Slips away from his body. But he wasn't out yet. Sure, he was hers for a few minutes, far longer than the first stint of blackness, and when he comes back he'll be far weaker, but he had a shot. But the situation was hopeless for Axol, as his own body betrayed him and precum splurted on her mouth from the blowjob done to his unconscious cock. The fight was momentarily taken out of Axol..

Fenix had an absolute field day on the axolotl's unresponsive body. She had ripped off his shirt and shorts before she stuffed the last-mentioned garment in his mouth. It was rather stained with pre, so it was perfect for the degrading humiliation she was going for. Her revenge was almost complete; she just needed to win. Although Axol was out for the last minute or so, she knew that he would recover shortly. So she prepared for that event… by milking him again and again, like half a dozen times, until Fenix herself was exhausted. The angry white fox sucked him dry, then milked his small dick with her soles again and again until her toes were barely visible under his cum. She even stepped on his balls when he came, relishing the feeling of his testicles moving under her heels during the ejaculation. The more she looked at his out-of-commission, drained form, the more aroused she got. It was a strange feeling. She did not get off from violence before. Well, she didn't exactly "hurt" the axolotl, not really, but she had come to the conclusion that she was as much a masochist as a sadist. Which disgusted her. It reminded her about that bitch of a fennec fox, Celice. Fenix did not want to share any attributes with her; hell… she would have changed species if she could have. The albino fox leaned down and pulled the cum-stained shorts out of the pretty mouth of Axol. He was more and more awake. Good, Fenix thought. She grabbed one of his legs and started to walk around the ring. Mopping up the impressive amount of cum stains on the floor with his face and chest. It was kind of awkward since his dick left new stains when it was dragged on the floor, but Fenix did not mind; she would make him clean up that as well. She may not have wanted to destroy his body, but she sure as hell wanted to demolish everything else. His dignity, his will, his pride… his mind.

Axol left stains in his wake; his little swimmers pooled up under his frame before smearing all over the small white-scaled body, making him look somehow even more pathetic. He squirmed alright, but he was still too weak to do anything about it, and Fenix was glad that he was awake to experience this. After a dragged-out cleaning session, she let go of his leg and rolled him to his stomach before grabbing one of his ear-like appendages on his head and making him sit up. Fenix crouched down in front of him and grabbed at his stained cheeks roughly. She angled his head so he could see how she masturbated with her other free hand. She just needed to release the pent-up pressure she felt. After she showered his dick with her own juices, she reached up with that hand. Her freshly stained fingers entered his mouth, prompting him to make a slack-jawed expression with an "O"-shaped mouth while she cleaned her fingers with his tongue inside his mouth. Then, with fingers still inside the pretty mouth, she leaned close, real close. So close that Axol could smell her breath, even in this lust-filled arena. "Do you regret it now? HM?! Do you regret what you did to me?!" She demanded.

*He was stomped, his sack shivering under her feet. Ejaculation after pitiful ejaculation milked out of him as her feet slammed into his vital sperm-factory. The other humilations were equally as morale-crushing, stripped and forced to taste his own salty precum as the devestating attack milked him over and over. It was a freestyle tortorous pleasure, his cock couldn't stop shaking as a torrent of white semen stained her toe beans. A rain of humilation making a puddle as Axol's unconscious body spasmed in his orgasm throes. Even as he slowly woke up, his body was unable to move. Exhausted and swamped with the numbing pleasure, even if he strained against the exaustion with with all his might, all he could do was cum pathetically and give her white fur a shiny gloss. It was the most pathetic sight in the fight thus far.. and about to get even worse. He was dragged, his pink gills used like a mop as he just barely manages to stay conscious throughout the whole ordeal. It was so humilating he couldn't process anything for what it was, only having the crushing sense of being utterly dominated and humilated as his perception abstracts into sights and sounds in his woozy greyness between consciousness and unconsciousness. He tasted the saltiness of his own precum as his pink tongue tasted the rough fabric of his shorts. Felt the slickness of his own cum and the friction of the floor as he was dragged along and paraded for everyone in the stands to see. He was almost thankful for his reduced brain power in this state, but it only served to dilute the experience in his groggy mind to the most basic and undeniable fact: She wanted to crush him. And crush him she did, his mind reeling as all the higher brain fuctions he had were smashed in the hydraulic press of battle exhaustion and sensory overload. Like the feeling of just waking up from a dream, they slipped away only leaving Axol with a dark sensation. But one part pierced through that cloud of brain fog...

The last moments. The moment of her victory, at least for her objective of making him remember. His face and body stained in cum, all of his limbs unable to move as his cock was covered in white paw prints from the barrage of kicks and stomps, barely able to be seen under the covering of its own shameful discharge of semen. He was wrung out, but a vestige of higher order of consciousness was left in him! Fighting spirit? Breeding intent? It didn't matter. But the squirt of the fox hit him like a power wash as the realization his hum like a truck. She wanted revenge. His face in an o as she cleaned her pristine arousal fluids in his throat. Revenge. A motivation Axol lacked and what allowed her to throughly dominate him. Regret was an emotion axol didn't usually feel, being the ignorant and hedonistic bright eyed axolotl that he was, but it hit him like a truck. He neglected her as he choked her out with his throatpie. That small action led to this. It was his fault. All his fault. His fault that he was marked with the white paw prints her beans have marked all over his body. His fault he was double dipped in her cum. The tears came. He tried to choke out an apology, but his body was unresponsive. Only guttoral syllables came. Like a howl of pain. Howl of pain begging for forgiveness but knowing it will never come. And so, a third fluid ran down his ruined white scaly face. The coup de grace of Fenix's revenge. Axol's tears. He was still helpless as he took in her girlmusk. His balls yearned for a chance at redemption, but Axol knew deep down he had no shot. Outskilled at every turn, he was down two knockouts to zilch. And she was on track to victory.

Fenix pulled out her fingers from his throat. They were no longer coated with her release but rather with his saliva, but she did not care about that. She heard something. Sharp inhaling? Sniffing? "Wait… don't tell me…" Fenix muttered as she watched his eyes. They were unfocused, as he was on the verge of passing out once more. The fluid around it also made it hard to discern what's happening. So she gave a long and dominant lick against his cheek and left eye, up to his temple. Cleaning of the cum, sweat, and other fluids. And then, a moment later, she saw it. A small drop of something trickling down from his eyes to his trembling chin. Tears. He was crying. For a moment Fenix's heart melted, and she gently brushed it away. She had never managed to hurt someone like that before. It didn't feel right. That's not who she was. But then all those gentle thoughts went away when she remembered that Axol was, in fact, that person. She looked just like this after he was done with her after their first match. Deep down, she knew that Axol probably did not intend to humiliate her that much. He could have done so many things to her with no one to stop him, but he didn't. But that also did not matter; in the end, he did shame her. Fenix's soft face slowly returns to a more sadistic one as she looks over his face.

He was coated in FIVE different fluids from different origins. Their cum and saliva, plus now the tears… not counting the slight sweat they worked up during their rather long fight. She marvels at the sight of how that one spot she licked clean gets more and more wet as he cries. He deserved this, she told herself. Over and over again, as if she tried to smother another feeling that wasn't this sadistic joy she tried to enjoy. It was time to end this with one final act. The exhausted and angry white fox let go of his head but did not let him fall backwards as she leaned down and folded her arms around his scaly and wet torso. He was slippery, so Fenix had to apply pressure against his body as he hauled him towards the ropes. "Damn, you are one slick lizard… I bet if I were to rub myself on your cum-stained body, I would get pregnant the minute I start…" She said before dropping him on the bottom ropes, propping him up. His head lolled outwards, as he no longer had the strength to even lift it.

After that, Fenix practically dropped on him and trapped his member in the confines of her outer folds. Crushing his penis between the top of her pussy and that soft, bruised stomach of his. She did not let him get inside her, not because she was afraid that he could enter and breed her, but just because she wanted to tease him. Deny him every orgasm she can. While she came and came on his defeated, lustful, beaten body. Axol, of course, whimpered in pain and lust while trying to rock his hips up to reach an orgasm, but Fenix always pulled back when she heard his breathing starting to quicken. After a while he let out his precum with so much intensity that an untrained eye could have mistaken it for cumming. Eventually it became too much for the Axol, and he passed out. Fenix could have left him right there, but she was enjoying it too much. She came like a dozen more times on his body. However, on the last release that she intended to wring out from her body using Axol as a fucktoy… something happened. First, she was surprised to see that she failed to edge him as he came hard, right between their bodies. She did not understand it. How can he cum so big after all that draining from before? Second, she was so exhausted that she failed to get off Axol when his legs snaked and intervened between her torso, trapping her there. And soon, there was that familiar feeling of a lustful 4-inch cock penetrating her pussy.

*Axol was humilated. Choked out by her fingers, out of breath, and covered in 5 fluids he could do nothing but cry. He felt the regret hitting him like a truck. His moment of carelessness was repaid a billion times over. And now it was time for it to be repaid even more. Cum, spit, sweat, and tears ran down his body. He couldn't even differentiate between them since he was so out of it, the mixture getting on his scales and dirtying him up. He was almost thankful the crowd's only a hard-light construct, but he knew that this would be broadcast or recorded in some way, his humilation etched into the annals of history for all to masturbate to. Throughly outskilled by the fox. His legs, spine felt like they're in pieces. His head couldn't even hang proud, limping as she sets him up on the ropes, his face licked by her tongue to reveal the tears streaming down his face. And that wasn't even the worst part. Now with his arms around his own torso on the ropes his body is even more helpless than ever, set up on the bottom ropes like a helpless piece of meat. His face was cleaned from the saliva but he felt covered. Covered in her juices. His own juices. Bruises. Tears. Sweat. And most of all that esoteric, mystical, and soul crushing feeling of humilation. His spirit was broken, his body even more so as he was wrung out and covered in humilation.. But then, why was he getting hard? The axolotl sexfighter so far on the back foot that there was no chance of victory.. Was getting erect once more? A masochistic streak or some foolish grasp at the thread of at least impregnating her? He was thrusting. Weak thrusts, serving to splurt a big cumshot right between them after the grueling edging session that made him more erect than ever. The poor guy was whimpering fron that little pussyjob, baptized in the squirt of his opponent. To any other sexfighter or referree this would be the end of it. But the winner decides when it'll end. Axol wasn't the winner.. But he hasn't lost.*

*Or at least, his balls haven't lost. Stripped of everything that could be called "freedom" by both the ropes and his general lack of stamina, all he had left was his backed up spermtanks and horny dick. He won't win, but he'll technically win in his own way. Fenix had him. Fenix won, actually, Axol likely has one last push in him before he passes out for good, taking a nap for hours, more than enough for her to walk away. But the job wasn't done yet. He came in here wanting to breed. To dominate her eggs, to try and fertilize her. He had one shot, yet that attempt was thwarted - He vaguely remembers the brainfog-piercing one liner she gave that his sperm failed. He believed her.. But he wasn't satisfied with failure. He's going down.. But he's taking her eggs with him. He's utterly exhausted. Not a single muscle fiber of his didn't ache. But damn, if he wasn't about to slamfuck her eggs into submission he'd never get the chance. His eyes dart open, the tears stopping for a second as he lets out a guttoral yell. A shout from his deepest desires, a mating warcry in absence of a mating cry. But the intent was palpable. Breeding intent. Intent to make his sperm break through her ovaries to fucking inseminate the albino fox. His stamina was bad - He's a rookie with not much sexual training, plus they sting with the pawprints of her stomps, but deep in his aching chest he feels the heat of a certain primality that won't let him rest until he gets his prize. His sperm boiled, he felt his swimmers churning in his nuts, aching to smash against her eggs and claim her. With a burst of strength unlike himself and an eardrum-shaking yell, he buried himself balls deep just as he came once again, flooding her eggs with the second cumshot of many. And thus, Axol's brain shut off, giving way for his lower half to do the thinking. But this wasn't thinking. He was so exhausted he couldn't even do that, couldn't hold back. He didn't care. He just had to stop thinking and start doing!

*He went crazy. One final burst of energy, all the wasted movements and pent up feelings of humilation that Fenix engraved onto him with her beatdown were internalized and went flying out of him with his semen. In short: He repaid Fenix's violence with his own. This wasn't violence in the traditional sense - But Axol felt like this was violence of a different type. Her pussy shook just as much as his cock as he was spewing his white flood into her like a dropkick straight to her womb. His cock was throbbing not in weakness now, but in anger. For just a moment, these few seconds of sex, Axol spent his all into trying to breed Fenix. He couldn't stop cumming, couldn't stop breeding. His penis was small, but it made sure to kiss her cervix with every thrust. His cock was sore, but it made sure to pound even her deepest insides with deep cervix smooches, his cockhead battering at her baby room. Precum and of course the jets of his amazingly desperate and enormously backed up cum shot out of his tip, dwarfing any other load he shot so far as his cock splurted like an uppercut into her womb, painting every single inch of her pussy white. But all good things must come to an end. He savored the feeling of jackhammering into her pussy slowing down as even his swimmers emptied. The egg and sperm battle raged on as a tidal wave of sperm crashed into her strong fox eggs, an uncountable number of axolotl sperm eager to dig into her defenses and pierce through to seal the deal. But that was it. With his final assault on her eggs over, Axol went limp beneath Fenix, mumbling about how good it felt before his black, beady eyes shut and a waterfall of sperm spewed out of her abused hole now that Axol's cock wasn't there to plug it, flopping out with a plop as his sperm barraged Fenix's eggs with sheer swarm tenacity. He didn't know how much he came, but it was somewhere in the tens or twenties. His sperm pummeling those eggs of hers as Axol spasmed before going into a deep sleep..*

Fenix 
 What happened? Fenix did not understand it. In the last 10 minutes or so, Axol was reduced to an incoherent cumrag under her care. Now, she was getting absolutely destroyed by said cumrag. No one ever fucked her with such intensity before, no one. And that's saying something, as she was easily manhandled by larger furs and scales. So she wasn't unfamiliar with getting ravaged, but this… this wasn't even fucking. This was a lust-fueled desire that didn't seem to end. Every thrust of his small dick felt like a jackhammer against her soft insides. He wasn't just thrusting; with every action, there was a steady flow of semen trying and succeeding in traveling to her baby room. It didn't take much time for her belly to get bigger and bigger as he unloaded in her again and again. His dick didn't exactly block the exit; it lacked the size, but the nonstop upwards motion and the flow of cum were so powerful that pretty much all downwards fluid motion was canceled out, trapping the cum and other juices inside her. Her eggs weren't just swarmed by his swimmers; they were SHREDDED. Waves upon waves of new swimmers tried to get through her eggs' corona and into the cytoplasm. The result was a messy soup of carved-out eggs and cum in which the swimmers tried to fertilize the remains of the once healthy and whole egg.

It wasn't even clear that the fertilization was even possible from such ravaged, destroyed eggs, but the Lazarus chip thought so, as it chimed in the screen above them. Indicating a successful fertilization after around the 7th thrust from the axolotl. But that did not stop Axol; in fact, that just made him go faster. Fenix, of course, tried to get away, but the feeling of getting filled to the brim and then more was so overwhelming and alien to her that even if the axolotl didn't have his legs snaked around her spasming body, she could not have withdrawn herself. Her eyes rolled just after just the first few of his thrusts, and she went limp on top of his body. Well, "limp" might not be the best word to describe her form. As it was getting violently rocked upwards from every motion from the mall creature under her. It was like she was getting gut-punched at every second as her arms and legs almost left the ground at each thrust. Her folds, inside walls, and cervix were bruised inside and out. It was a brutal assault on her already exhausted body, so naturally, she blacked out rather quickly. But when she woke up minutes later, he was still going. All she could do was whine and tear up like Axol did, then pass out again. Only to be rudely awakened by his thrusting and getting overwhelmed once more. She was stuck in that feedback loop of overwhelming agony and pleasure. Nobody knew how long this went on, not even Axol. He wasn't even lying propped up against the bottom ropes anymore, as he was laid out on the arena floor; the rocking motions freed him from the clutches of the rope. He seemed to use all of his strength left to fuck the fox, as his head and arms were dangling outside the ring limply as his lover's body did all the work. After a good thirty minutes of fucking her bloody, Axol finally spent the last of his load inside her. After that.. for a good hour or so.. none of them moved.

It was late on the island; the cleanup crew wanted to close up the arena, but they were not permitted to until one of the combatants left the ring or was killed. There were rules against interrupting a match. Even if they would only interrupt a sleeping session, it wasn't permitted. To be fair. They did not really want to; they were eager to see the winner rise up and declare victory. Despite how Axol was getting dominated throughout the match, the last blows were done by him. So they were waiting for him to rise, maybe shake the cum iff his cock over Fenix’s fucked-out body before leaving the ring. Much to their surprise, it was Fenix who rose up. At first it was just faint twitches, but after a few minutes she pushed herself off Axol. They were so coated in cum that when she did so, there were massive streaks of white fluid connecting their bodies together before snapping. It looked like if you were to grab a slice of cheese, put it into a microwave for a minute, then grab it at the opposite sides and pull it apart. Ever so slowly, Fenix stood. She was hunched over, her legs wide apart, shaking knees facing each other. She looked like a zombie. It was obvious that every step she took towards the contraception waiting in the locker room was made in agony. As her thick thighs squeezed and grinded against her swollen and red-as-roses folds.

The fight with Axol had left her drained, both physically and psychologically. She'd come so close to losing. Looking at the timer, she saw that the whole match was around 2 hours long. Most of which they didn't even remember because they were knocked out. She glanced back for the last time towards Axol. She saw his drenched limp body halfway out of the ring and the smear of cum on the floor towards her as she dragged her feet and tail on the ground while her folds leaked his cum nonstop. The sight made her stomach clench; she was nearly taken out once more. If not for his lack of stamina and poor martial arts training, she would have been long defeated. Sure, she had won; Fenix just wasn’t sure if she could do it again. Fenix gasped as her thighs were hugging her folds tightly from the sides. A drop of her own cum leaked from the folds. It looks like she had one more orgasm in her, which the axolotl was so kind to build up for her. Fenix was thankful that her fur was already stained from earlier events, so the cleaners—who were staring at her now—couldn't see any new stains forming. 'Go me,' she thought. She wanted nothing more than to take care of herself and her needs in the showers after taking the contraception. Then pass the fuck out right there as their shared sweat, cum, saliva, and tears clog the drain.

Eventually she reached the ropes. Her plan was to try and lie on the middle rope sideways and then roll herself out of the ring as she couldn't manage any more graceful ways to leave the cum-soaked arena. Fenix managed to hook her leg over the middle rope; her body swayed dangerously as she dangled for a moment. Then when she wanted to transition her weight over to her other leg, that middle rope nudged against her folds. Just a little too well and fast and strong. She gasped, nearly falling out of the ring, but he held onto the ropes. Hugging them while she was practically on top of the middle rope lengthwise. It was a bad move because this left the rope she was lying on, stimulating her aching folds further. She tried to get out of this position using the top rope above her before something regrettable happened, but her arms shook with fatigue, and her body felt heavy and uncoordinated. She couldn't take it anymore. Just couldn't. With a final, shuddering moan, she released her last load under herself. Fenix's eyes rolled back in her head, and she slumped against the ropes. Her legs gave out beneath her, and her body went limp. Thankfully she did not fall down, but she was stuck there. Her folds fluttered occasionally while the rope was nested right between her folds and thighs. The cleaners exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions a mix of surprise and amusement. Looks like neither of the combatants managed to leave the ring. It wasn't a tie, Fenix won the fight, just lost the war.

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