Never!

Though this peril was equal parts overwhelming and arousing, it wasn’t the end.

He told himself that over and over, even as his opponent tried to soothe the damage from her earlier cheap shot. Rubbing his erection and trying to get from him what she couldn’t with docking; a humiliating mid-match orgasm, right through his black athletic board-shorts.

It felt good, having pleasure **** on him. It didn’t diminish the sensation. If anything, having his body react like this against his will just set his heart racing even faster. It inspired a new round of struggling, which just wasted energy.

For Krista Harvey was securely seated atop him, and there was no escape.

Not only did she weigh what felt like a full ton of pillowy, soft, oppressively dense ass, she had a surprisingly good sense of balance. Probably due to that same steady base that let her crash into a full-grown man and barely feel it multiple times… so much padding down there, so much sheer mass. He was getting an up-close demonstration, literally having her rub it in his face. Swirling her childbearing hips, making sure that no matter what, there was always more ass.

It molded around him on all sides, blocking off his access to air and making it harder and harder to even draw breathe. He could turn his head, or wiggle, or squirm, it was all the same. His head swam, a delirious mixture of sensations top and bottom doing a number on this boy.

Pain and pleasure doled out without any consideration, but malice for him. Who was not exactly experienced in matters involving women.

What Nikolai Sokolov did have, though, was the kind of fighting spirit that had seen his family through tough times stretching back generations! Nekomata generations, sure, but every time nekos passed a torch, it just burned hotter!

He was one of the descendants who'd inherited his great-grandfather’s legacy!

I can’t give up! Losing my TV debut would sink me before I’ve even begun! And if I stay here, nothing’s gonna change, she’s too damn heavy. So… the only choice is to move forward! Even if I have to crawl, one inch at a time!

Instead of pushing all this weight off him, he just had to slide with it! Across the same mat he was now squished against. Using arms and legs to generate whatever little friction he could, he pushed. Niko used what was left of his fading physical power and will, to get the two of them moving!

He felt it. Motion. He couldn’t see in what direction, but he did feel the panic of above him. Felt the vibrations of her vocalization. Not enough to unseat this bushy blonde from her living throne, certainly, and she adjusted herself to try and press down even harder with an annoyed huff.

Yet they were moving now, both of them.

Bit, by bit, pushing towards his salvation.

He had no clue when they’d get there, so he spent a lot of time grabbing for air, and she tried to get at his hands and pin them down. However, from her position, she’d have had to lift those hips, and she was like a bottomheavy pitbull. The one thing she wasn’t allowing him was even a second to breathe, trusting that eventually, it would take its toll.

It wasn’t a bad bet at all, given the likely-minutes that had passed.

He was working off a strictly limited amount of energy, and time was running out. Not just time on the clock, but his remaining ability to even keep going was now measured not in minutes, but seconds.

His lungs burned with need, his head was filled with the kind of hallucinations you only get when you’re asphyxiating.

Yet he knew enough to press on… and enough to finally grasp the rough-woven texture of the bottom rope!

That was the rope break, which would **** any hold to be broken on the spot!

Of course, this hadn’t actually tossed her off, she was still up there. Krista Harvey hadn’t exactly shown reverence for the rules before. In fact, she stayed where she was, trying to still smother the last embers of his resistance from him, and conquer him completely as wrestler and man.

While he faded out, vision already dark and full of ass, but now seeing stars. Close to the edge in other ways, too, being given such a humiliating handjob and feeling shame and stimulation mix into a potent cocktail of sheer pleasure.

Just a few more moments…

Is this as far as I can go...?

Without warning, the weight of the world was lifted from his face. Light, air, and the most precious resource of all, hope, was his again to grab in great big gasps. He didn’t have the strength to do much more, but he was gaining power back as the machinery of nature got back the fuel it needed most desperately.

He could hear the cheering of the crowds, too, which flooded him with much-needed adrenaline and confidence. Or at least, the will to get back onto his damn feet.

Eventually. He was still nearly split in half from her attacks, and oxygen deprivation rendered him rather punch-drunk anyhow, so even using the ring ropes to support himself, it was still one hell of an effort to pull himself back to his feet.

During which, he expected to be set upon again by Krista… but she relented.

As he finally blinked his vision back through the blinding glare of the spotlight, he saw that this wasn’t some newly-blossomed sportsmanship. Krista was just busy upbraiding a seriously-terrified looking referee. That small girl must have put her foot down this time… actually enforcing the rules, giving Niko one last shot.

Even though she wasn’t the one getting actually hit yet, the referee still looked terrified, especially with her boss, her owner really, standing by ringside watching the proceedings.

Pick on me all you want, you bitch… but the referee’s just doing her job…

With that thought, he got enough of himself back to sneak up behind Krista, though it wasn’t certain how she didn’t hear the excited cheers from all directions. When he was close enough, it was time for another hug into those sinfully-fluffy fox tails, securing a grip around her waist.

Krista knew where she was going now. “Son of a bitch-”

Wham!

It was all pure instinct, countless hours of training bearing fruit.

This time, the white-haired catboy gave her three in a row for good measure, making sure she enjoyed her stay in suplex city as long as possible. With the last of his strength, he clambered atop her in a pile of ruined, exhausted humanoid life.

“One… two… three!”

Ding, ding, ding!