The lion entering the ring has big rippling muscles. He is not build like a beast, but every muscle in his chest, broad shoulders, and arms are clearly defined, tensing with each movement. He is dark furred with a black stringy mane, and he has a handsome face even in its expressionless, only sometimes betraying a look of some self-satisfaction. However, the most obvious thing about him, protruding even more than his square angular pectorals, is a bulge in his white lycra wrestling shorts, resting prominently between his legs, bouncing around with each step. You can't take your eyes off of it; you've never seen something like this on a man before.
The dragoness calls you both to the center of the ring. As you stand before the lion, you can see that he is not quite as tall as the dragoness, but still much taller than you. As he looks down at you, you begin to feel something not unlike what you felt when the dragoness was kissing you earlier, a dull ache like a tummy ache, but instead in your groin, and you hate it...or do you?
"I want a nice dirty fight," says the dragoness to you both, "Try to protect yourselves at all time, but no shame if you cant. Keep it in the ring, but sometimes accidents happen. The fight when I feel like it is finished."
The dragoness signals for a bell to be rung, when Speed suddenly...
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