You are freaking out and scared for your life as you look out at the audience. It is still new to you seeing these massive animals that are like humans – booing and making fun of you. Even the younger looking anthros watching could easily tear you in half or smother you without even trying. To make matters worse, you feel ridiculous in the little red singlet awaiting your opponent. You are so pale and thin. The singlet doesn’t hide much and audience is pointing at your tiny manhood.
The announcer is chuckling as he announces, "In the center is Quentin. At 5'4" and 120 pounds hailing from parts unknown, he is gonna be in for a hell of a night folks." Everyone laughs.
Music starts booming and the lights all go out. The arena goes pitch black and you feel and hear a huge thud not far from you. A thick odor fills the ring. Even in the dark you imagine that it is a thick green color. Nearly passing out from the anticipation, the announcer comes back on, "His opponent is our favorite fiend, Skeeter! 12'4" and 700 pounds of muscle and stench. Nobody has ever beaten him. And as you know we enjoy how he draws out these matches." The lights flash on and the crowd roars with excitement. You nearly shit yourself when you see him standing over you looking down.
He sneers down at you knowing how intimidating he is. Imagining all the things he is going to do to you makes his bulge grow in his golden speedo. The speedo doesn't seem to hold his manhood well and his odor burns your nostrils. He lifts up his arms doing a double bicep flex. Rancid sweat from his matted pits rain down on you.
Shock grips you as a bell rings unexpectedly. You turn to run but...
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