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This is a fan story for a very good friend, KitsuneBlueberry. The work they posted a month ago inspired me to write a fan story, with her permission, of course. Check that out here

As always: share with your friends, drop a fave, and leave a comment.

For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58026455/", "writing": "[center]Lightning v Fitzer[/center]\n\nThe arena lit up the sky, practically visible from space. The fight of the century was about to begin—websites sold out within seconds. Advertisements on TV promised the best views and the lowest pay-per-view prices. Some towns even declared a holiday due to the number of its population intending to watch the fight.\n\nLightning vs. Fitzer. Battle of the classes. \n\nNo one knew her real name. Cyan Striker. Bodacious Bolt. Blue Lighting.\n\nBlue Lightning fought her way up to the top of the lightweight class and proved that size isn’t everything. Her ambitions proved to be higher than anyone expected, and she demanded to be allowed to fight in other weight classes. At first, the answer was no. However, they caved in when they were shown how much money they could make from the views. She destroyed the others and climbed up the ranks. Years had passed, and she had reached the crux of her career, the breaking point, do or die, the final position. \n\nFitzer was the heavyweight champ for five years running. The Dragon-Shark She wasn’t afraid of some young startup with no sense of judgment. “Let ‘er come,” Fitzer has said during interviews, “If she thinks she can beat me, let her try. She’ll get creamed.” She’d always cackle after saying that.\n\nOf course, fighters always have to give retorts. “Yeah? Well, we’ll see if you can even hit me first.”\n\nThe arena remained empty for hours as the fighters prepared for the main event. The screen above the ring showed clips from previous fights featuring both Blue Lightning and Fitzer. Shots of Lightning zooming across the ring, planting a firm uppercut, and blasting off the ropes into a grapple played. Meanwhile, angles of Fitzer planting a decisive blow to the torso, sending her opponent across the ring, and her ability to absorb blows flashed as well. The arena was firmly split in half—lightning’s fans on the right and Fitzer’s on the left. A flurry of “BOO”s and insults flew around.\n\nThe lights went down. The arena exploded in cheers and shouting.\n\n“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!” A dynamic voice echoed about the arena from speakers located up above. “Are [i]YOU [/i]ready,” he paused for dramatic effect, “FOR THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY?!” The noise could be heard blocks away from the arena. “In the [i]west [/i]corner, we have the Mistress of Speed, the Cyan Striker, the Lightweight Champion! BLUUUUUE LIGHTNING!” Cheering and booing filled the arena. Blue Lightning dashed through the curtains, wearing her yellow robe decorated with glistening lightning bolts. Jogging to the ring, she leapt over the ropes and landed on her feet.\n\n“AAAAND in the [i]east [/i]corner. The Dommy Mommy of UFC, The 5-Year Heavyweight Champion, EEEEEEEEEEMber Fitzer!” An explosion of sparks as Ember strode past her curtain. Her hips swayed as she casually and seductively descended the alley in her red robe. Her fans cheered like crazy while Lightning’s booed ferociously. She leaped over the ropes.\n\nA ref rolled under the ropes and into the ring. “Alright, you two. You know the rules. No fatal head blows and no dirty moves.” He paused and looked at Ember. “That goes double for you, Fitzer.”\n\n“Oh, please.” She waved her hand dismissively. Her southern accent cut through the crowd's admiration. “When have I ever done such a nasty thing?” She smirked at Lightning. Lightning knew better; she’d be on her guard for her tricks. She had watched a ton of Ember’s fights while training and knew she always tried little things to throw her opponents off guard. \n\nThe ref glared at Ember. “Get in your corners.” The two turned and sat down. \n\nLightning didn’t have a coach; she scrabbled her way to the top by herself and wanted to keep it that way. She tossed her robe aside and revealed her usual outfit. Tight, dark blue leggings and wraps around her forearms and chest. Her light blue fur was already glistening with sweat. The yellow lightning bolt markings under her breasts stood prominently as she put her gloves on. Her bright, yellow eyes glistened with determination. “I’m watching you, Fitzer.”\n\nEmber, however, had a coach in her corner. A blue-haired Border collie was buzzing around her, handing her water, finding the proper-fitting gloves, and catering to her every whim. Meanwhile, Ember sat slumped forward, resting her arms on her knees. Her cleavage peeked through her loose-fitting robe. A hungry look sat in her gaze as she stared at Lightning. “Hey, Kirola.”\n\n“What is it, Champ?” Kirola stopped dead in her tracks.\n\n“Is everything set up?” Ember turned and faced her coach. “I don’t want our surprise to fall flat.”\n\n“Oh yeah, I made sure of it.” Kirola continued to run around. “Why do you want her so badly?”\n\n“I have a good feelin’, is all.” She turned to face Lightning again, who was doing some quick pushups. “I could use her gumption.” Kirola handed Ember her gloves. She stood up and tossed her robe over the ropes. Kirola caught it. Her red sports bra barely contained her massive breasts, and her shorts were tight against her body. The bulge that they held didn’t keep anything discreet. \n\nIt was well known that Fitzer had a penis, and there was outrage from certain parties on whether or not she should even fight in the women’s UFC league. However, Fitzer came out with her story right away, and provided the medical info to prove that she was indeed a herm. Half of her fanbase was horndogs and only liked her, thinking they’d have a chance in bed with her, while the other recognized her abilities for what they were. Many pornographic producers wanted her, and she accepted their deals as side gigs. She did not hide her body, nor was she ashamed of it. Fitzer had garnered respect amongst several UFC fans and fighters for her lack of concern for other people’s opinions.\n\nThe bell rang, and the fighters rose from their corners. The ref stood in the center as they approached. “Alright, you two. Shake hands.” \n\nLightning was the first to put her hand out. Ember chuckled at her sincerity. “Hey,” Lightning said firmly but not rudely, “may the best fighter win.”\n\n“Indeed.” Ember shook her hand. \n\nThe two took their positions. As the ref placed his hand between them, the bell dinged again. “Fight!” \n\nLighting leaped in the air and landed on Ember’s backside. Landing fast blows, Ember attempted to swipe Lightning off her feet with her tail. However, Lightning ducked left and reappeared in front of Ember again, delivering several blows to her torso. It didn’t seem to phase her. Lightning didn’t feel that it was doing anything. Her body wasn’t solid like every other fighter; it was made of goo. Fitzer was a tank, but every tank has a weak point.\n\nFitzer found an opening in Lightning’s offense. It was nose on, ears off with her. When she found an opening, she went for it, and her perception dropped slightly. Taking a wide swing, Ember delivered a blow to her right side, knocking her off balance. Lightning staggered. Fitzer continued advancing. Swing after swing. Lighting put up her guard, blocking every blow. Her breathing grew haggard. Lightning had to move, but how?\n\n“Tired already, little fox?” Fitzer taunted as she continued attacking. “Am I too much for you?”\n\n“You wish.” Lightning saw her opening. There was a split second between every swing where she could slip into her range. Lightning took a few more blows, then launched a nasty left hook. It collided directly with Fitzer’s shoulder. She followed it up with an elbow to the chin.\n\nThe ref blew his whistle. The two returned to their corners. Kirola fussed over Ember. “Oh my god, how did she break that?! You ok, champ? That was a strong-“\n\n“I’m fine.” Ember fell into the seat that unfolded from the corner post. “You sly little fox.” Ember stared at Lightning. \n\nLightning sat in her seat and collapsed. She checked out her arms – bruises coated them. “Damn. Can’t do that again. Gotta stay moving.” She drank her water as she debated strategies that would work. Her fans cheered around her. Several of them were wearing t-shirts with her lightning bolt on them. A few of them even held Blue Lightning plushies. She remembered having those made and seeing them sell out in a day. She took a moment to wave at everyone, remembering they were the ones who helped her get here. They cheered and shouted things back at her, but they were unintelligible through all the noise.\n\nThe bell dinged.\n\nThe two fought for seven more rounds, Lightning slowly wearing Fitzer down. Fitzer came close to KOing Lighting a few times with a well-placed punch, but luckily, Lightning was fast enough to get away with a gentle breeze from Fitzer’s glove flying past her.\n\nAt the end of the eighth round, Ember called her coach over. “This has gone on long enough,” she panted heavily. “Execute the plan.”\n\n“Yes, ma’am!” Kirola reached into a duffel bag and pulled out a small black cylinder. A red button sat on the end of it. \n\n“Hey, ref!” Ember called to the ref and motioned him to come over. With a suspicious face, he did as he was bid but quickly slumped over, falling to the mat. \n\n“Hey!” Lightning saw the ref fall and ran over. “What happened? Is he okay?” \n\n“I don’t know,” Ember said slowly, “is he?” \n\n“Executing plan CV.” Kirola pressed the button, placing sunglasses over her eyes. The screens above showing replays of the last round instantly switched to a yellow and blue swirl. The crowd slowly began to quiet, the roars turning to an eerie silence.\n\nEmber looked up and faced Lightning. The same hypnotic swirl displayed on the screen was in her eyes. The silence from the crowd didn’t register in Lightning’s mind. Ember’s hypnotic gaze was everything she could see, think, and feel. “You’ve been a pain in my ass long enough.” She stood, towering over Lightning. “But I think I have a better use for you.” She pulled her shorts off, her bulge pulsing and throbbing. Lightning stood there, swirls in her eyes. She had seen this before as well in her research. “Let’s start the next round then?” \n\nWith swirls in all their eyes, the crowd began cheering loudly. Ember stroked her cock as it grew longer and broader. Where it was once a foot long, it grew to fourteen inches, eighteen, twenty, and longer still. “I want you, Lightning, or should I say Circuit.” It would have been delicious to see her reaction if she were present, but her mind was mush. “Yes, I know who you are,” Ember smirked. “A self-starter, independent, strong.” Ember felt Circuit’s arms, then her thighs, assessing her muscles. “Yes, you’ll do nicely. Now, be a dear and climb in.” She lowered her now massive dick, her tip inches from Circuit’s waist. \n\nUnder Ember’s control, Lightning had no choice. Eagerly, she placed her hands into Ember’s urethra and stretched it out. Lifting a leg, she slid one in, then another. She slid down until she stopped at her waist. “Oh, yes. Nice and wide. Do Mommy a favor and pull yourself in. It’s much more fun to watch my victims push themselves in.” Circuit had no choice but to obey. Grasping the sides of Ember’s telephone pole of a dick, she pulled her body deeper inside. She slipped inside up to her belly button. Her tail stuck out a few inches still.\n\n“I can feel your cute little leggings dissolving inside of me.” Lightning moaned as Ember’s goo coated her body. Some began to penetrate her body, filling her pussy. “Oh, you like it when my goo enters your cute little body?” Ember teased as she began to suck Lightning’s body further inside her dick. Her breasts prevented her from getting any further. “Those silly little tits. Soon, they’ll be bigger.” Ember fell to her back, allowing gravity to assist. Lightning’s breasts were slowly eaten by Ember’s breasts. Lightning’s head and arms soon stuck out, and barely anything was left. The wraps were dissolved by Ember’s goo, leaving Lightning completely naked inside Ember’s cock. “Any last words before you’re mine?” Of course, no words were given. Lightning’s blank stare, with drool oozing from her mouth, said everything. “I figured as much.” With one final suck, Lightning was lost inside of her cock.\n\n“Are you not entertained?!” Ember shouted to the crowd as she got up from the mat. The crowd cheered, both Fitzer and Lightning fans. The swirls in their eyes remained. “Now bear witness as I churn your little underdog into cum.” Ember wrapped her arms around her dick and began stroking, feeling every little bulge from Lightning’s body. \n\nLightning, now inside of Ember’s dick, was away from the hypnotic gaze. The swirls dissipated from her eyes as she slowly came to. “Wha?” It was dark, but light peered in through Ember’s urethra. It was dank, smelly, and tight. “Where the hell am I?”\n\n“You’re in my dick, hun,” Ember shouted over the crowd, loud enough for Lightning to hear inside of her dick. “I won fair and square. Now you’re gonna be nothing but cum.”\n\n“The fuck, I’m not!” Lightning struggled, but it was too tight inside of Ember’s dick. “Let me out!”\n\n“Not gonna happen, squirt. Let my goo take care of that cute little body.” Ember started stroking harder and clenched, making things tighter for Lightning.\n\n“GAH!” She could feel her legs going numb. She lowered her head as best she could to see what was happening. There was just enough light to see. Her legs were turning to a light purple, gooey cum. As they fell away, she could feel her arms giving way, slopping onto her face. “LET! ME! OUT!”\n\n“No. I’m. Not! Ember said through moans and grunts. The crowd sheered. The fight of the century took a sexy turn, and everyone was for it. “You’ll make a lovely drone, my dear.”\n\n“The hell is that?” Lightning asked as her breasts turned to goo and fell off of her body, giving way for her torso to turn. \n\n“You’ll see.” Ember fell to her knees. Even during sexual pleasure, she still grandstanded. “Who wants to see their underdog as a sack of cum?!” Everyone cheered under Ember’s hypnotic influence.\n\nIt was too late now. Only Lightning’s head was left, and it was a matter of seconds until it was the end for her. “At least,” she managed to say with an airy tone, “I didn’t have to,” she coughed, “cheat.” Her head dissolved, falling into Ember’s dick with the rest of her body. \n\n“Here she comes!” Ember shouted as her dick bulged to twice the size. Cum shot from her dick like a canon but was caught by the tin layer of goo, forming a gooey latex condom. The Lightning cum continued to pump from her dick, load after load, filling the condom until it could sit in a kiddie pool. “Look at your underdog now!” She shouted as she continued to shoot load after load of Lightning cum. The crowd cheered, watching a fighter meet a grizzly fate.\n\nEmber pinched off the condom and tied it shut. It sat in the middle of the ring, like a waterbed. However, her dick still had a massive bulge in it. “And that’s not all!” The bulge slowly inched toward the tip. Everyone was on the edge of their seat. A black and blue head poked out from Ember’s urethra. The shape of the ears and hair were distinct. As shoulders, breasts, and arms emerged, the fans knew who it was and began cheering. Once the figure reached its waist, it slid out quickly and flopped onto the ground. “Your underdog is my slave!” Ember’s dick shrank to normal size.\n\nThe figure stood. Clad in black latex-looking goo, light blue highlights ran down the front of their body, their arms, tail, and legs. The visor that covered their eyes and hair was bright yellow. Yellow cybernetic markings were scattered about her body, with little lightning bolts sitting in the circles on the ends of them. “Blue Lightning is my drone. Witness her dogged loyalty to me!” Ember placed a hand on Lightning’s shoulder and looked at her. Sending her commands wirelessly, Lightning reacted.\n\nShe fell to her knees and began servicing Ember’s dick, now back to normal size. “Yes, Lightning. Service your master.” She placed a hand on Lightning’s head as she swallowed Ember’s dick whole, hungrily sucking it. “Your designation is JO-CR17. Remember this, drone.” JO-CR17’s number formed on her thigh for everyone to see. “Let’s continue this in my room?” Ember stepped away, pulling her dick out of JO-CR17’s mouth. She followed her new master out of the ring.\n\nThe hypno screens shut off. The crowd slowly returned to normal. Confusion filled the arena. Stories flooded the net and mainstream media. Blue Lightning’s disappearance was shocking and frightening for UFC and the rest of the world. The match was left undetermined. Fans built their conspiracies, but no one ever doubted Lightning’s tenacity.\n\n“She was kidnapped!” They would all say. 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Lightning v Fitzer


The arena lit up the sky, practically visible from space. The fight of the century was about to begin—websites sold out within seconds. Advertisements on TV promised the best views and the lowest pay-per-view prices. Some towns even declared a holiday due to the number of its population intending to watch the fight.

Lightning vs. Fitzer. Battle of the classes.

No one knew her real name. Cyan Striker. Bodacious Bolt. Blue Lighting.

Blue Lightning fought her way up to the top of the lightweight class and proved that size isn’t everything. Her ambitions proved to be higher than anyone expected, and she demanded to be allowed to fight in other weight classes. At first, the answer was no. However, they caved in when they were shown how much money they could make from the views. She destroyed the others and climbed up the ranks. Years had passed, and she had reached the crux of her career, the breaking point, do or die, the final position.

Fitzer was the heavyweight champ for five years running. The Dragon-Shark She wasn’t afraid of some young startup with no sense of judgment. “Let ‘er come,” Fitzer has said during interviews, “If she thinks she can beat me, let her try. She’ll get creamed.” She’d always cackle after saying that.

Of course, fighters always have to give retorts. “Yeah? Well, we’ll see if you can even hit me first.”

The arena remained empty for hours as the fighters prepared for the main event. The screen above the ring showed clips from previous fights featuring both Blue Lightning and Fitzer. Shots of Lightning zooming across the ring, planting a firm uppercut, and blasting off the ropes into a grapple played. Meanwhile, angles of Fitzer planting a decisive blow to the torso, sending her opponent across the ring, and her ability to absorb blows flashed as well. The arena was firmly split in half—lightning’s fans on the right and Fitzer’s on the left. A flurry of “BOO”s and insults flew around.

The lights went down. The arena exploded in cheers and shouting.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!” A dynamic voice echoed about the arena from speakers located up above. “Are YOU ready,” he paused for dramatic effect, “FOR THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY?!” The noise could be heard blocks away from the arena. “In the west corner, we have the Mistress of Speed, the Cyan Striker, the Lightweight Champion! BLUUUUUE LIGHTNING!” Cheering and booing filled the arena. Blue Lightning dashed through the curtains, wearing her yellow robe decorated with glistening lightning bolts. Jogging to the ring, she leapt over the ropes and landed on her feet.

“AAAAND in the east corner. The Dommy Mommy of UFC, The 5-Year Heavyweight Champion, EEEEEEEEEEMber Fitzer!” An explosion of sparks as Ember strode past her curtain. Her hips swayed as she casually and seductively descended the alley in her red robe. Her fans cheered like crazy while Lightning’s booed ferociously. She leaped over the ropes.

A ref rolled under the ropes and into the ring. “Alright, you two. You know the rules. No fatal head blows and no dirty moves.” He paused and looked at Ember. “That goes double for you, Fitzer.”

“Oh, please.” She waved her hand dismissively. Her southern accent cut through the crowd's admiration. “When have I ever done such a nasty thing?” She smirked at Lightning. Lightning knew better; she’d be on her guard for her tricks. She had watched a ton of Ember’s fights while training and knew she always tried little things to throw her opponents off guard.

The ref glared at Ember. “Get in your corners.” The two turned and sat down.

Lightning didn’t have a coach; she scrabbled her way to the top by herself and wanted to keep it that way. She tossed her robe aside and revealed her usual outfit. Tight, dark blue leggings and wraps around her forearms and chest. Her light blue fur was already glistening with sweat. The yellow lightning bolt markings under her breasts stood prominently as she put her gloves on. Her bright, yellow eyes glistened with determination. “I’m watching you, Fitzer.”

Ember, however, had a coach in her corner. A blue-haired Border collie was buzzing around her, handing her water, finding the proper-fitting gloves, and catering to her every whim. Meanwhile, Ember sat slumped forward, resting her arms on her knees. Her cleavage peeked through her loose-fitting robe. A hungry look sat in her gaze as she stared at Lightning. “Hey, Kirola.”

“What is it, Champ?” Kirola stopped dead in her tracks.

“Is everything set up?” Ember turned and faced her coach. “I don’t want our surprise to fall flat.”

“Oh yeah, I made sure of it.” Kirola continued to run around. “Why do you want her so badly?”

“I have a good feelin’, is all.” She turned to face Lightning again, who was doing some quick pushups. “I could use her gumption.” Kirola handed Ember her gloves. She stood up and tossed her robe over the ropes. Kirola caught it. Her red sports bra barely contained her massive breasts, and her shorts were tight against her body. The bulge that they held didn’t keep anything discreet.  

It was well known that Fitzer had a penis, and there was outrage from certain parties on whether or not she should even fight in the women’s UFC league. However, Fitzer came out with her story right away, and provided the medical info to prove that she was indeed a herm. Half of her fanbase was horndogs and only liked her, thinking they’d have a chance in bed with her, while the other recognized her abilities for what they were. Many pornographic producers wanted her, and she accepted their deals as side gigs. She did not hide her body, nor was she ashamed of it. Fitzer had garnered respect amongst several UFC fans and fighters for her lack of concern for other people’s opinions.

The bell rang, and the fighters rose from their corners. The ref stood in the center as they approached. “Alright, you two. Shake hands.”

Lightning was the first to put her hand out. Ember chuckled at her sincerity. “Hey,” Lightning said firmly but not rudely, “may the best fighter win.”

“Indeed.” Ember shook her hand.

The two took their positions. As the ref placed his hand between them, the bell dinged again. “Fight!”

Lighting leaped in the air and landed on Ember’s backside. Landing fast blows, Ember attempted to swipe Lightning off her feet with her tail. However, Lightning ducked left and reappeared in front of Ember again, delivering several blows to her torso. It didn’t seem to phase her. Lightning didn’t feel that it was doing anything. Her body wasn’t solid like every other fighter; it was made of goo. Fitzer was a tank, but every tank has a weak point.

Fitzer found an opening in Lightning’s offense. It was nose on, ears off with her. When she found an opening, she went for it, and her perception dropped slightly. Taking a wide swing, Ember delivered a blow to her right side, knocking her off balance. Lightning staggered. Fitzer continued advancing. Swing after swing. Lighting put up her guard, blocking every blow. Her breathing grew haggard. Lightning had to move, but how?

“Tired already, little fox?” Fitzer taunted as she continued attacking. “Am I too much for you?”

“You wish.” Lightning saw her opening. There was a split second between every swing where she could slip into her range. Lightning took a few more blows, then launched a nasty left hook. It collided directly with Fitzer’s shoulder. She followed it up with an elbow to the chin.

The ref blew his whistle. The two returned to their corners. Kirola fussed over Ember. “Oh my god, how did she break that?! You ok, champ? That was a strong-“

“I’m fine.” Ember fell into the seat that unfolded from the corner post. “You sly little fox.” Ember stared at Lightning.

Lightning sat in her seat and collapsed. She checked out her arms – bruises coated them. “Damn. Can’t do that again. Gotta stay moving.” She drank her water as she debated strategies that would work. Her fans cheered around her. Several of them were wearing t-shirts with her lightning bolt on them. A few of them even held Blue Lightning plushies. She remembered having those made and seeing them sell out in a day. She took a moment to wave at everyone, remembering they were the ones who helped her get here. They cheered and shouted things back at her, but they were unintelligible through all the noise.

The bell dinged.

The two fought for seven more rounds, Lightning slowly wearing Fitzer down. Fitzer came close to KOing Lighting a few times with a well-placed punch, but luckily, Lightning was fast enough to get away with a gentle breeze from Fitzer’s glove flying past her.

At the end of the eighth round, Ember called her coach over. “This has gone on long enough,” she panted heavily. “Execute the plan.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Kirola reached into a duffel bag and pulled out a small black cylinder. A red button sat on the end of it.

“Hey, ref!” Ember called to the ref and motioned him to come over. With a suspicious face, he did as he was bid but quickly slumped over, falling to the mat.

“Hey!” Lightning saw the ref fall and ran over. “What happened? Is he okay?”

“I don’t know,” Ember said slowly, “is he?”

“Executing plan CV.” Kirola pressed the button, placing sunglasses over her eyes. The screens above showing replays of the last round instantly switched to a yellow and blue swirl. The crowd slowly began to quiet, the roars turning to an eerie silence.

Ember looked up and faced Lightning. The same hypnotic swirl displayed on the screen was in her eyes. The silence from the crowd didn’t register in Lightning’s mind. Ember’s hypnotic gaze was everything she could see, think, and feel. “You’ve been a pain in my ass long enough.” She stood, towering over Lightning. “But I think I have a better use for you.” She pulled her shorts off, her bulge pulsing and throbbing. Lightning stood there, swirls in her eyes. She had seen this before as well in her research. “Let’s start the next round then?”

With swirls in all their eyes, the crowd began cheering loudly. Ember stroked her cock as it grew longer and broader. Where it was once a foot long, it grew to fourteen inches, eighteen, twenty, and longer still. “I want you, Lightning, or should I say Circuit.” It would have been delicious to see her reaction if she were present, but her mind was mush. “Yes, I know who you are,” Ember smirked. “A self-starter, independent, strong.” Ember felt Circuit’s arms, then her thighs, assessing her muscles. “Yes, you’ll do nicely. Now, be a dear and climb in.” She lowered her now massive dick, her tip inches from Circuit’s waist.

Under Ember’s control, Lightning had no choice. Eagerly, she placed her hands into Ember’s urethra and stretched it out. Lifting a leg, she slid one in, then another. She slid down until she stopped at her waist. “Oh, yes. Nice and wide. Do Mommy a favor and pull yourself in. It’s much more fun to watch my victims push themselves in.”  Circuit had no choice but to obey. Grasping the sides of Ember’s telephone pole of a dick, she pulled her body deeper inside. She slipped inside up to her belly button. Her tail stuck out a few inches still.

“I can feel your cute little leggings dissolving inside of me.” Lightning moaned as Ember’s goo coated her body. Some began to penetrate her body, filling her pussy. “Oh, you like it when my goo enters your cute little body?” Ember teased as she began to suck Lightning’s body further inside her dick. Her breasts prevented her from getting any further. “Those silly little tits. Soon, they’ll be bigger.” Ember fell to her back, allowing gravity to assist. Lightning’s breasts were slowly eaten by Ember’s breasts. Lightning’s head and arms soon stuck out, and barely anything was left. The wraps were dissolved by Ember’s goo, leaving Lightning completely naked inside Ember’s cock. “Any last words before you’re mine?” Of course, no words were given. Lightning’s blank stare, with drool oozing from her mouth, said everything. “I figured as much.” With one final suck, Lightning was lost inside of her cock.

“Are you not entertained?!” Ember shouted to the crowd as she got up from the mat. The crowd cheered, both Fitzer and Lightning fans. The swirls in their eyes remained. “Now bear witness as I churn your little underdog into cum.” Ember wrapped her arms around her dick and began stroking, feeling every little bulge from Lightning’s body.

Lightning, now inside of Ember’s dick, was away from the hypnotic gaze. The swirls dissipated from her eyes as she slowly came to. “Wha?” It was dark, but light peered in through Ember’s urethra. It was dank, smelly, and tight. “Where the hell am I?”

“You’re in my dick, hun,” Ember shouted over the crowd, loud enough for Lightning to hear inside of her dick. “I won fair and square. Now you’re gonna be nothing but cum.”

“The fuck, I’m not!” Lightning struggled, but it was too tight inside of Ember’s dick. “Let me out!”

“Not gonna happen, squirt. Let my goo take care of that cute little body.” Ember started stroking harder and clenched, making things tighter for Lightning.

“GAH!” She could feel her legs going numb. She lowered her head as best she could to see what was happening. There was just enough light to see. Her legs were turning to a light purple, gooey cum. As they fell away, she could feel her arms giving way, slopping onto her face. “LET! ME! OUT!”

“No. I’m. Not! Ember said through moans and grunts. The crowd sheered. The fight of the century took a sexy turn, and everyone was for it. “You’ll make a lovely drone, my dear.”

“The hell is that?” Lightning asked as her breasts turned to goo and fell off of her body, giving way for her torso to turn.

“You’ll see.” Ember fell to her knees. Even during sexual pleasure, she still grandstanded. “Who wants to see their underdog as a sack of cum?!” Everyone cheered under Ember’s hypnotic influence.

It was too late now. Only Lightning’s head was left, and it was a matter of seconds until it was the end for her. “At least,” she managed to say with an airy tone, “I didn’t have to,” she coughed, “cheat.” Her head dissolved, falling into Ember’s dick with the rest of her body.

“Here she comes!” Ember shouted as her dick bulged to twice the size. Cum shot from her dick like a canon but was caught by the tin layer of goo, forming a gooey latex condom. The Lightning cum continued to pump from her dick, load after load, filling the condom until it could sit in a kiddie pool. “Look at your underdog now!” She shouted as she continued to shoot load after load of Lightning cum. The crowd cheered, watching a fighter meet a grizzly fate.

Ember pinched off the condom and tied it shut. It sat in the middle of the ring, like a waterbed. However, her dick still had a massive bulge in it. “And that’s not all!” The bulge slowly inched toward the tip. Everyone was on the edge of their seat. A black and blue head poked out from Ember’s urethra. The shape of the ears and hair were distinct. As shoulders, breasts, and arms emerged, the fans knew who it was and began cheering. Once the figure reached its waist, it slid out quickly and flopped onto the ground. “Your underdog is my slave!” Ember’s dick shrank to normal size.

The figure stood. Clad in black latex-looking goo, light blue highlights ran down the front of their body, their arms, tail, and legs. The visor that covered their eyes and hair was bright yellow. Yellow cybernetic markings were scattered about her body, with little lightning bolts sitting in the circles on the ends of them. “Blue Lightning is my drone. Witness her dogged loyalty to me!” Ember placed a hand on Lightning’s shoulder and looked at her. Sending her commands wirelessly, Lightning reacted.

She fell to her knees and began servicing Ember’s dick, now back to normal size. “Yes, Lightning. Service your master.” She placed a hand on Lightning’s head as she swallowed Ember’s dick whole, hungrily sucking it. “Your designation is JO-CR17. Remember this, drone.” JO-CR17’s number formed on her thigh for everyone to see. “Let’s continue this in my room?” Ember stepped away, pulling her dick out of JO-CR17’s mouth. She followed her new master out of the ring.

The hypno screens shut off. The crowd slowly returned to normal. Confusion filled the arena. Stories flooded the net and mainstream media. Blue Lightning’s disappearance was shocking and frightening for UFC and the rest of the world. The match was left undetermined. Fans built their conspiracies, but no one ever doubted Lightning’s tenacity.

“She was kidnapped!” They would all say. There was no doubt that a fighter like Blue Lightning wouldn’t run from a fight, especially one like this. Fitzer still plays innocence and hopes for Lightning to be found. “I was looking forward to that fight.” Little does everyone else know that Blue Lightning is Fitzer’s sexual relief drone.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Lightning v Fitzer (Quick Jolt)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "123" }