Human in the Anthro League by anonymous

Ywn attend an anthro MMA tournament
The fights are exciting, but the best part?
(You) are the grand prize!
(You have not actually been informed of this beforehand)

No one thought it could be possible or that it would happen for a long time, but here you are proving everyone wrong, a human, MMA fighter, and finally on THE anthro leagues after seeing there were no human leagues nor gyms for contact sports, anthros domionating the field almost 10 to 1
You fought and trained hard for your place, to prove them you could do it, hours of sweat and blood and tears paid in full, at the final match and ready to take the title, the only one who stood before your prize was just 1 fight more, 1 more and you will have proven what you're made of
He was a tad cocky and smug, kinda liked it to be honest, but you couldn't give any hint nor show any cracks in your armor, keep your mind on the game, stay focused, foreheads pressing together before the referee starts the fight and-
"Ha! you got a pretty face, shame imma break it up, no worries, i'll kiss your bloody mouth better after i've beaten you to a pulp"
Alright, that does it, he wants to play this game? he's gonna get it in FULL, you don't reply, but don't give any visible reaction to his lil speech, just keeping with the staredown, aaaand-
You give him a quick kiss, a small peck, that's sure to throw him off his game
... and apparently it did, you can see him blushing for a second before
BEEEEEEEEEP
The buzzer is almost deafening, time seems to slow down, and you instinctively lean back, dodging a jab aimed straight to your face. The game is on, he gives a couple more jabs, you keep your distance and he retreats, circling around you ready to find a vulnerable spot
Both boucing on your toetips, he lands a couple hooks to your sides as he turns around you faster than you though he could, gonna hurt in the morning for sure, right now you let adrenaline keep you from feeling the pain, just then you see a kick aimed straight to your ribs
Grave mistake, for Him. you guard and catch his leg, throwing it to your right and countering with a kick of your own to his back and following with a knee to his stomach, he stumbles a bit but keeps up, damn it
You keep throwing some jabs and right blows towards his muzzle, some he blocks, some he's able to dodge, still you feel there's something to it and a silent alarm tells you to stop for some reason, a bit too late. you throw one more jab
He dodges and uses your opening in your guard to get close in a clinch, holding yourhead with his arms and not wasting time. soon your sides are assauled with knees hitting hard and with energy, this is bad, you start feeling a bit dissoriented and each second is more dangerous than the last, you need out
Grabbing his elbows is futile, he's got a goood grip on you and he keeps striking, unless you find a way to turn this up he'll eat away at your stamina quick so you go for another tactic by lowering yourself a bit, grabbing him in a bearhug from the core, and force yourself fowards
You use the moment now on top of him and quickly pin him down under you, both knees to his sides and get to land blow after blow to his snout, one, two, three, four, five, SIX! SEVEN! The referee separates you, your opponen is a bit dissoriented, yet is able to focus his eyes on you, smirk on his face as he wipes the blood off his muzzle with his thumb
"you got skills cutie but i ain't giving that sweet ass of yours up! the closer you'll get to the belt is when i'm wearing it and sitting on your face!"
"In your dreams fucker!"
"HAH! YOU DON'T KNOW? If i win i get TO BREED THAT HOLE OF YOURS! SAY THANKS TO THE COMMISIONER AND ORGANIZERS OF THE LEAGUE!"
Your blood boils at that... but less out of anger, and more with lust.
The idea is hot, but you also ain't giving up that easily
"Ohh so things gonna be like that eh? ALRIGHT HERE'S THE DEAL!"
at that you close the distance with him again in a clinch with him, but this time you use the chance to rip away his gladiator shorts, pushing him back again with a teep, then taking off yours as well
"ALRIGHT MUTT LISTEN! WINNER TAKES ALL! YOU WIN YOU CAN MAKE ME LICK YOUR SWEATY HOLE AND BALLS ALL YOU WANT! I WIN IMMA RIDE THAT KNOTT OF YOURS UNTILL YOU'RE ALL OUTTA JUICE THEN I'LL USE YOU AS MY SWEAT RAG! AND DON'T THINK I'LL GO EASY ON YOU!"
"BRING IT ON SMOTHSKIN! DON'T THINK I'LL HOLD BACK EITHER!"
The crowd goes even wilder and the cheering gets eve lounder now, you both seem to have your fans and both seem to be equal in strength so it will all boil down to who's got more endurance before either succumbs either to tiredness, or under the other's fist
The fight goes on, savage and primal instincts thick in the air in the octagon as it gets painted with sweat and the occasional drip of pre from you both, if he brings you down you retaliate with kicks while on the mat, if you drop him and get on top of him to punch he hip-thrusts you and launches you off him
He's been throwing jabs, you parry and counter-punch him, you throw kicks, he dodges and counters you with 2 knee strikes, a teep to his core and a superman punch, a spinning fist to your face, an elbow to his muzzle, you get uppercuts, blow per blow until you are both bruised and bloddy
This can't go on, you start to feel a bit tired and your energy will run out sooner or later, you need to end this else he'll win and you ain't ready to throw all your work, all that training, to the garbage, risky move but you've seen his style during the fight, just use what you learned from him now godamn it you can do it! risky, but you''ll have to use what remains of your stamina in raw power, you studied his moves during the fight yes goddamn it? fuck! you gotta land this! you GOT THIS. Just then
He throws a jab and you dodge under it, he always opens his guard as he lunges himself foward every time he throws a jab, this is it! time is slow, and you use the scant second you have while nder him to throw one last right punch towards his stomach, all your strength on that single fist, all your remaining energy in that blow
His eyes widen and he seems to have frozen. stumbling a bit and only holding himself up barely by placing his hands on his knees... his mind's awake but his body's out, he turned off, chops hanging open and you see his mouth guard simply falling off... you did him in! YOU DID IT!
The referee is able to count to ten, the jackal doesn't even move during the countdown, granted you don't move much either trying to regain some strength, but he's just out cold, just blinking and trying to focus. but after he declares you the winner and raises your hand he simply slumps. falling to his knees then letting himself fall on his back as he tries to catch his air again and you move towards him
"h-heh....... w-well done d-dude"
"t-thanks, c-could n-n-not dissapoint my hero i alw-ways looked up to w-while training"
"N-now t-this is rich! you mean y-you got into MMA cuz of me?"
you only nod
"h-hah! w-well y-you did it man! and to the victor goes the spoils"
"d-don't mind if i do, handsome"
He may be still technically KO-d, but his manhood is definitelly standing up and ready, you both painted the ring and some of the fence red, now it's time you paint it white, the crowd and the higher ups wanted a show? you are gonna give them a whole spectacle! gettng ready and lowering yourself onto his red rocket as the crowd starts creering on while you ride him
You can already tell this is gona be the start of a hot and bloody good relationship alright,