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Rocking the Hawk

for Leon_Therma

by Draconicon

"Ladies and gentlemen, today, we have a brand new challenger in the Glitz Pit. It's a rare event for someone to leap up to a challenge fight with the Champ himself, but this man is a special case."

"You're damn right I'm special," Leon muttered as he leaned against the door to the ring, arms crossed over his chest as a Koopa worked his dick good and hard with his mouth. The little guy was just as zonked-out as the toad that ran this place had been just a few hours ago. "Let me at that hawk bitch..."

It would happen soon enough, he knew. While the toad read off his various 'accomplishments' and hyped him up to a crowd that hadn't even seen him, the Hoenn Typhlosion worked his hand against the back of the Koopa's head, shoving the metal-shelled bitch right down to the base of his cock and keeping him there. Even through the ember-induced trance that he'd put the tortoise in, the little guy gagged on the thick cock shoved down his throat.

Leon smiled. There was always something kinda hot about getting someone that stuffed with cock that they could barely get a breath in. He'd always loved the reptiles in this world, but as much as he'd enjoyed taking Bowser - or at least, some form of Bowser - into his collection before, he was looking forward to breaking the Champ that much more.

He lifted his head, looking at the poster just across from him on the wall. Rawk Hawk, champion of the Glitz Pit, had been lording it over everyone for a while. Leon had chosen to come pay a visit a little after Mario had continued on his path of collecting the different stars in the world, after Rawk Hawk had become Champ again and held the title for a little while, just to make sure that the bird bitch was ripe for the breaking that he was about to get. Eager sluts were gerat, but it was more fun to make them that way than to just see them bend and break at the first touch.

The Koopa between his legs coughed as he pulled the tortoise's head back, holding it at the end of his cock.

"Keep licking, but don't take me over the edge."

"Yes, master," the Koopa muttered before he closed his mouth around the Typhlosion's cock again.

Leon let that play continue, taking his time to admire the poster. Rawk looked good in it, he had to admit. Thick muscles all along the hawk's chest, those tan feathers bulging slightly from just how big the other guy was. Unlike some of the posters he'd seen before, the hawk had special boots for his talons, framing those clawed toes a bit better than the other, more clunky shoes he'd seen before. That red speedo did little to hide anything that he had, but the Fire-type had no interest in that dick. He had every bit of interest, however, in what lay on the other side, the part that they only really showed in profile, at most, on any of the posters.

Well, after this match, everyone was going to have a good look at the Rawk Hawk's ass. Probably going to see it oozing cum by the end of this, too.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Leon groaned under his breath at the metal Koopa licking right over the head of his cock. Each lap, each suck, was enough to give him a shiver of pleasure that went right down to his balls, making them jump a bit, making his sheath feel a little bit tighter from just how much he wanted to cum. He was saving it, holding back, though, and each time that he didn't cum, he was pretty sure that his balls were getting just slightly bigger, heavier, more stuffed with a load that was going to fill that hawk to bursting.

He grinned as he imagined that ass spread wide, that red speedo getting stained if it was pulled back up with his load oozing out of that busted hole. Hell, he didn't think that he'd let Rawk Hawk put that back on at the end of their match. If anything, he'd just burn that thing off after he taunted the other male for a while.

"Let me introduce you to -"

"That's my cue," Leon said, pushing the Koopa off. The spiked tortoise fell backwards, rocking back and forth on his shell. "Heh. Get up and go back to the Champ's room. When I'm done with Rawk, I'll let you get some sloppy seconds."

"Nnngh...thank you...master..."

"Get going."

"The fiery sensation...the burning wonder...give it up for Hooooooooooot Stuuuuuuuuff!"

The Hoenn Typhlosion bit back a chuckle as he shoved the door open, walking through the cheering crowd. He knew that none of them had a clue who he was. After all, unlike any of the fighters that actually made a living here in the Pit, he hadn't done a single match against the other, more famous competitors. He hadn't done what Mario did, nor did he have any interest in that tedium, coming up from the bottom and getting everyone screaming his name as if this little place was that special.

But the fact that it was a Hawk fight? That got them cheering, and the fact that he strolled in with nothing but a black speedo on, one that was as tented as could be, had blushes and catcalls coming from the aisles. Leon grinned at them, walking backwards towards the ring, waving and laughing as they stared at his bulge.

"What the heck?"

"Is that - that can't be real!"

"That's huge!"

"Ref, that's an illegal weapon!"

"Only if the Hawk can't take it!"

The crowd was getting into the spirit of things, and Leon loved to hear it. He kept going until he felt the rubber bands around the ring against his back, and only then did he turn around, putting his back to the crowd and throwing himself over the barrier. He landed with a thump, bare paws bouncing off the ring floor, and the toad in charge waddled over to him, pushing her glasses back up over her nose.

"Excuse me, Mr. Stuff, but...to be sure, that is..."

She gestured at his groin, and Leon smirked. He pulled down the front of his speedo just enough to reveal the tip of his sheath and the base of his cock, showing that it connected to the bulge. The announcer's face went bright red, and she hustled back to her spot at the center of the ring.

"No illegal weapons there," was all she said.

The crowd went crazy. He could hear them all talking about his bulge, and he couldn't help but turn and flash a few of them. Never by taking the speedos off, of course, but making sure that they were all getting a good look at just how big his bulge was.

Very.

Very.

Big.

Leon chuckled to himself, almost getting harder with the blushes in the audience and the fact that they were clearly not used to seeing such a well-endowed male showing himself off. Then again, this was something of a childish pit, in some ways. They weren't used to anything that he was going to do to the Rawk Hawk.

That's going to make it all the hotter.

When he finally stopped playing with the audience, the toad cleared her throat and got back to the matter at hand. She was reading off a script, obviously, but she didn't need it in front of her to do it. She was professional enough for that, even after the little embarrassment that he'd put her through.

"In the other corner, the Champ himself. You know him, and you either hate him or you love him. Give it up for the Rawwwwwk Haaaaaaaawk!"

The other door to the arena slammed open, and the Rawk Hawk himself stepped through. Leon crossed his arms with a chuckle, huffing a little fire out of his nostrils as the hawk pointed a finger to the sky.

"Who's number one? Who's the Champ? It's me. The RAWK! And anyone that tries to take the belt from me is going to get RAWKED!"

That was exactly the attitude that Leon had expected to see, and exactly the one that he wanted to play with. His grin grew bigger and bigger as the Hawk leaped over the people between him and the arena, finally throwing himself up and over the ropes and landing with a thump. He was a massive guy, probably just a foot taller than the Typhlosion himself was, and that was saying something. The Hawk met his eyes, laughing.

"I ain't seen you around before. Are you ready for a beating?"

"Nah. Are you?" Leon asked.

"You think that you can take the Hawk?"

"I think that you better ask whether you can take me."

He fondled his bulge, deliberately pointing it down just enough to show off the sheer size of it. The Rawk Hawk's eyes went down, and there was a second - just a second - where that cocky demeanor disappeared. Leon lived for that moment when those that were just little bitches deep down inside knew that they were outmatched, that there was a bigger man around, that there was someone that was going to put them in their place. There was something so inherently satisfying about seeing them gulp and realize that their vaunted masculinity and power was going to disappear before their eyes in a few seconds.

Of course, that moment didn't last long. The Champ laughed, throwing his head back until he was staring up at the ceiling. He pointed one finger to the sky again.

"The Rawk can take anything!" he shouted. "I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson for coming here to challenge the Champ. When I'm done with you, they're going to take you out on a stretcher."

"Heh, and when I'm done with you, they're going to be putting you on the evening news."

"Yeah? Ain't that newsworthy to see the Champ win again."

"No, they're just going to be talking about what a little bitch you are."

The crowd gasped, and the Hawk stared. Leon let his arms fall to his sides, chuckling as he hopped from foot to foot.

"Ready when you are."

"Why you little -"

"Champion, Challenger, to your corners!" the toad called.

The two competitors exchanged one more glance - the Hawk glaring, Leon just chuckling - before they went back to their corners of the ring. The toad announcer moved to the very edge of the ropes, ready to leap back out of the ring in a split second. She, at least, seemed to get the point that this was going to be a bigger fight than usual.

"On my count, the match starts. Three...two...one....GO!"

The Rawk Hawk charged, but even though he covered the arena faster than someone of that bulk should have been able to, Leon wasn't there. The Hoenn Typhlosion flickered, a flame trail left behind as he got behind the Hawk and grabbed him by his speedo.

"RAAAAAAWK!"

The big bird squealed as Leon yanked up on the back of the wrestler's waistband, pulling that red fabric up, up, up into a king of wedgies. The tight material clenched harder around the bird's butt, pulling up almost into a naughty little thong as it showed off so much more cheek than before.

"Hehehe, how's that feel, little bitch boy?" Leon asked.

"You - let go of me! The Rawk is going to bring the pain!"

"Yeah? How you going to do that when I got you by the balls?"

"You don't have - RAAAAAAWK!"

Leon yanked harder, pulling the bird up onto the tips of his talons. He was sure that the Champ's package was outlined in stark relief for the entire stadium to see, probably showing off a pair of undersized balls and a big-enough dick for most, but from behind, it was such a different view.

After taking a moment to enjoy those muscular ass cheeks, taking in the way that they clenched and squeezed in nervous anticipation, the Typhlosion kicked the bird across the arena. Rawk Hawk yelped as he went flying to the other side, hitting the ropes and bouncing off them. He managed to turn just in time for Leon to reach him, giving a high-kick that planted his paw right over the bird's face.

He pulled the kick, otherwise it would have broken that beak, but even so, it was enough to send the wrestler back to the ropes. Rawk Hawk bounced back, hit the ropes, bounced forward, and hit the Typhlosion's paw again. The bird's eyes were dazed, his pose all wobbly as he was forced to lean against Leon's upraised leg. The Fire-type chuckled, curling his toes against the hawk's face.

"What's the matter? I thought you were going to bring the pain."

"Mmmph...what...happened..."

"You're being a little bitch for everyone to see."

"Rrrr..."

"Going to finally take it seriously?"

"You...you asshole!"

Dodging the sudden peck and bite for his paws and sole, Leon spun away. He was still laughing as Rawk Hawk leaped for the rafters, grabbing hold of the metal bars and the light fixtures up there. Thump, thump, thump went the whole arena as he pulled on them with his whole bodyweight.

Of course, that might have been serious to someone else, someone that didn't have all the training that Leon did, but when you were a reality-hopping, god-trained Typhlosion with powers over time and space? Well, it was really just small potatoes.

He took a step left, forward, back, right, right, left, and dodged every falling bit of debris without even trying. The more that the falling mess missed him, the more frantic and upset the Hawk looked, and the more red-faced he became. It was almost cute, in some ways.

But Leon was done waiting. He had come here for one thing, and one thing only, and he was going to get it.

Just as the last light fixture fell off the railing, Leon opened his mouth. The power of a Fire-type was an obvious one, but their precision was something that most people forgot about. He aimed, controlled his power, and let loose a brief little Flamethrower.

It hit the Hawk right at the speedo, and the fabric burned off almost instantly, letting that fat hawk cock come out and sway about out in the open. The entire arena gasped at the forced exposure, and Rawk Hawk - that cocky little shit - went from being angry to being humiliated in the space of half a second. He didn't even think; he brought both his hands down to try and cover his cock, and in the process, dropped himself right back to the arena.

He landed with a thump, bouncing and rolling towards the ropes. As he hit them, sprawled out, eyes obviously dizzy from the hard impact, Leon let loose a second blast, this fire taking away the Hawk's boots. As they burned away, revealing the three-toed talons and the little spur at the back, he couldn't help but admire his work. Just a few minutes of fighting, and this little bitch-to-be was almost ready to be broken in.

The toad was coming to the edge of the arena to start counting the Hawk out, but Leon just held up his hand. It looked like something different from a distance, he was sure, but for the toad, she would see the flickers of sparks - hypnotic, dancing flames - that swirled around his fingers at the gesture. Her eyes went hazy and she stopped in her tracks, giving him the time and space that he needed for what he wanted.

Grabbing the dazed hawk by the ankle, he yanked him back from the ropes and spun him around. Rawk Hawk yelped as he was pushed against the ropes, chest first, dick hanging out the other side, and Leon just grinned as he groped that fine, muscular rump.

"You're going to feel so good around my dick," he muttered.

"What...you..."

"Oh, don't play coy. We all know that you want to get something rammed up there."

"No way. The Rawk Hawk doesn't bottom for anyone!"

"Says the bitch with all those butt-slam moves."

"I -"

Leon shoved a finger past the cheeks to make his point, and just as he'd thought, the Hawk arched his back for the crowd as he wiggled his finger past that pucker, making sure that it was already ready for him. There was just enough sweat back there for lube, at least for him, and he grinned as he felt that tight pucker clenching down around his finger, already begging for him to ram it all in.

"Mmm, your body's more honest than you are, slut."

"Nnngh!"

"And I'm going to give it what it wants."

"You - you haven't even -"

Riiiiiip.

Leon barely had to flex for his black speedo to come ripping off. His cock flicked up into sight, and he kept the Hawk pinned to the ropes with one hand while turning around, showing off what his bulge had been hiding for the duration of the fight. The crowd gasped even louder than they had when he'd stripped the Hawk, staring down at the many inches that he had between his legs. Inches, he thought, that were about to be sheathed in some sexy bird butt.

He turned around again, tapping his cock against that feathered rump, taking his fingers out of that hole and rubbing the dripping tip of his cock against it instead. Rawk Hawk shivered, clicking his beak as he looked back with what he probably hoped was anger, but Leon recognized it as fearful arousal. Someone that didn't want to be a bitch, but still knew that there was a part of them that was getting off to the idea of being turned into one.

He'd seen it so many times. So many 'tops' that were so eager to be turned into sluts when they were overcome. The feeling of seeing that break, that moment of terrified arousal, that utter need that they were trying to fight off when a cock was about to take the decision right out of their hands: it was the hottest thing in the world.

And as he pushed in, he saw the anger-fear shift, breaking, even as the Hawk's cock started rising up. Leon grinned, reaching around and giving it a squeeze to make sure that everyone in the arena saw it.

"The...The Champ's getting hard?"

"The Champ's a bitch!"

"That ain't no Champ!"

"Fuck him up, Hot Stuff!"

The crowd was shifting, taking their support from the Hawk and giving it to him. Leon bit back a laugh as he saw just how easy it all was, how quick they were to take away their support from their 'hero' and give it to him. All because the big guy was nothing but a total fucking bottom.

His cock finally popped past that pucker, and the Hawk screeched at the size. Not in pain, clearly, but in some unwanted pleasure. That bitch was getting his bitch-button pressed hard right off the bat, and Leon could feel the other man's cock getting so hard, so fucking hard, just from getting a little bit inside him. He let go, letting that cock just stand up for the crowd to see, and gripped the hawk's hips instead.

"Time to show you what you really are," he muttered.

Rawk Hawk didn't respond, but his body was already bending to the Typhlosion's advances. The tailfeathers were spreading, that ass was pushing back, and inside, the hawk's inner walls were already clenching hard around his cock. There was no hiding how much the bitch wanted it now. Even if Rawk Hawk could push him out and get back to fighting, the Champ's days as the head honcho of the arena were good and dead.

In, out, in, out, each thrust putting a bit more of his cock a bit further into that hole. It didn't take long for the screeches of shock to turn into soft coos and whimpers of pleasure, and though the Hawk's fingers clenched all the harder around the ropes around the arena, he clearly had given up the fight. He clicked his beak again and again, trying to shake his head and deny it, but Leon could hear the bird's cock hitting the ropes, hard as hell for the audience to see. The commentary was running hot and heavy around them, but he just leaned forward, whispering in the Hawk's ears.

"You ain't the champ anymore, are you?"

"..."

"Say it."

"I'm...not the champ."

"No, you aren't. You're the real champ's ass-slut, aren't you?"

"Mmph."

"Say it."

Leon emphasized the command with a hard, deep thrust, and the Rawk Hawk went on tiptoes, panting as he clawed the arena floor with his talons.

"Say it."

"I'm the...the real champ's ass-slut."

"That's right. That's what you are."

In, out, in, out, finally feeling that pucker coming all the way down to his base, kissing the tip of his sheath as he pulled back for the next thrust. He grinned as he felt that hole just getting into it, rippling around his cock and clenching down, squeezing, begging for more. It was the last bit of proof that the bird was good and truly breaking himself in.

He couldn't wait for the future. Later, when he'd go back to the Champ's quarters and put those talons to work, clenching around his dick and getting him off. Putting that feathered ass out the door, to get used while he fucked the bird's throat, letting all the others take their turns on his little butt-slut. Having this former Champ in the showers, using him good and hard between rounds with the other sluts that he'd pick up around the Glitz Pit. It was going to be hot. Just like him.

As he thrust away, he could feel the bird tensing up under him. It wasn't going to be much longer, now. Leon picked up the pace, angling himself so that every thrust ground right against the bird's prostate, and Rawk Hawk moaned under him, arching his back again and again. The harder pace finally broke him in, making the bird thrust his ass back with every thrust, meeting him to get as much pleasure out of the ass-fuck as he could possibly get.

It was perfect. Just perfect.

In, out, in, out, the bird's moans and coos no longer quiet, echoing through the arena as he broke himself on the Typhlosion's cock, slamming himself down on it so hard that he was all but screaming in bliss. In, out, in, out, each time filling himself to the brim before losing himself to the pleasure again.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Rawk Hawk screamed.

And Leon did, feeling the tension getting hotter, that hole loosening up, a little sweat running down the bird's back that burned off from his own body heat, right up to the point of -

"RAAAAAAAAA!"

The hawk screamed as he went over the edge, painting the floor outside the ring with shots of white seed. The ropes hit the ground with wet squelches, and Leon grinned as he took his pleasure in breaking the bird in. Once more, he'd fucked a slut over the edge without having to cum himself.

He yanked his dick out, throwing the bird to the ground. Rawk Hawk didn't fight, not then, and not when Leon grabbed the bird by his ankles and lifted those talons in the air, slapping his cock against the toes.

"Get to stroking, bitch."

Nodding, Rawk Hawk brought his talons around the Typhlosion's shaft. Soft and scaled, the long, clawed digits started squeezing hard, jerking him off and smearing themselves with the Fire-type's pre-cum, adding to the thick scent of sex that had already stained the arena.

It was a hell of a show, and Leon leaned back against the ropes, his arms spread out over the top line as he looked around the arena. This made him feel like a star. This made him feel like a super-star, what with the audience staring at their champion being completely wrecked before their eyes, abandoning the bird to give all their support to the stranger that had come out of nowhere to claim the champion's title. They didn't care that they were being unfaithful to the hawk. They didn't care that they had just seen someone completely wreck another, sexually, and get away with it. They didn't care that they were seeing him use the bird's talons as nothing more than his personal pair of toys.

All they cared about was the show, and he'd given them a good one.

"Hot Stuff!"

"Hot Stuff!"

"Hot Stuff!"

They cheered from the stands, calling his nickname, and Leon waved them louder and louder. As his wrestling name echoed through the air, Rawk Hawk stroked him harder, faster, jerking off his cock with those talented talons. The curled digits slid up and down his cock, getting wetter and wetter with pre-cum, slime, and sweat, making the strokes messier and more slippery, faster and more urgent. Each time that they went down, he growled in satisfaction, and each time they went up, he moaned for more.

Up, down, up, down, the blank-eyed Rawk Hawk just looking at him for instructions, lost to the moment and to his master's need. He was completely beaten down, completely conquered without a thought of his own in his head. Leon imagined that it'd take him at least a week to be anywhere close to normal again, and a week without being fucked with, at that. He chuckled at the thought of just how slutty he could turn that wrestler over the course of a week, and his cock throbbed all the harder at the little fantasies that popped off in his head.

"Mine," he muttered, looking down at the feathery bitch. "You're mine from now on."

"Yours..."

"You love it, don't you?" Leon said.

"Yes...love it..."

"And love your master, too."

"Love...my master..."

"Love it hot and heavy...sweaty and sexy..."

Rawk Hawk moaned, his toes curling tighter, the talons stroking faster. Leon groaned, thrusting against them, too, feeling himself right on the edge. He could have chosen to hold out, to make the hawk stroke him for hours, but why? Why do that when it would be so much hotter to just paint him with cum for all to see? Their champion, broken, sluttified, completely fucking owned on the very arena floor that he had conquered countless others on over the years?

The thought was enough to push him over the edge. With a moan, he came, his cock spurting ropes of white all over Rawk Hawk's tan feathers, going over his chest and all the way up to his face. The bird's open beak was claimed, ropes of white seed shooting right past that open mouth down his throat. Rawk Hawk gasped, but sucked it down anyway, swallowing the Typhlosion's load without a word of complaint.

The crowd went dead silent at that, and Leon slowly pulled his cock back from those talons. He reached his hand behind his back, fumbling around, and with a flare of fire, he pulled it back. A collar gleamed in his hand, one made of leather and glowing red stone around the band.

"Mine," he said again.

As he knelt down, collaring Rawk Hawk properly, the toad finally shook herself free from the hypnotic delay. She held up a hand, counting down from ten, and when she hit zero, the match ended.

"Rawk Hawk is the loser. Our new reigning champion is Hot Stuff!"

Leon let the cheering wash over him, waving for a little more for a few minutes before eventually getting bored of the roaring sound all around him. The Typhlosion hopped down from the ring, letting the medics come around to take care of Rawk Hawk.

Maybe the bitch thought that he'd recover from the beating that he'd taken today, but Leon seriously doubted it. The collar would be impossible to remove, and that, too, would start putting thoughts of submission into the hawk's head. If the bitch was able to keep his head on straight for more than a few minutes at a time, it would be more willpower than he credited the hawk with having. He'd have that slut in his room for some more sex later tonight, he had no doubt.

As he walked away from the ring, showered in coins and cheers for the new champion - and not a word about his naked state, as if they weren't sure what to say about that - Leon decided that he'd stick around the Glitz Pit for a little bit longer. He didn't know how much longer, but for a while longer. Just to see what other business he could get up to, how much more play he could drum up for himself, and what kind of sluts and fans he could get.

Never had a groupie before, the Typhlosion thought, chuckling at the idea. Mmmm, mega-fans that beg me to fuck them...

He imagined a few fights as the champion of the ring would get him a few of those. They'd come from miles around to get the dick of the legendary fighter. Hell, maybe there'd be a few rich fans that'd give him access to a few others in the world. There were all kinds of possibilities here.

Yes, he could enjoy himself in the Glitz Pit, at least for a few weeks before he had to move on and do something else with someone else.

He walked down the hall to the Champ's quarters. The entry code had already been changed, giving him access to it, and he stepped inside. The bed looked downright atrocious, but that was fine. He didn't think that there would be much sleep in that bed, not while he was here. He'd be going from place to place, enjoying his lovers where he could find them and breaking them down in their beds. A good mess there from their fucking would remind them where they belonged, rather than leaving their scent in his bed.

Leon was just debating heading back to the ring to get hold of the collared hawk when there was a knock at the door. He blinked, then turned to open it.

It was the same metal, spiked Koopa that had been giving him a blowjob before the match. The Typhlosion blinked, then chuckled.

"Come back for more, huh?"

"Yes, master," the Koopa said, bowing his head before lifting it up again. "Can I?"

"Heh. Come here."

Some males might have had a hard time getting it up again after cumming that hard in public. Some men would have been completely done for the day, and there would have been little shame in that for putting on such a good show and running with it.

Leon was not most males.

He guided the Koopa into his new bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and giving his cock a couple of strokes. In short order, it was hard as hell, and the Koopa stared at it as if it were the most mesmerizing thing that he had ever seen. Leon chuckled, tapping it against the little guy's lips.

"Well? You're not just here to stare at it. Get to sucking."

"Yes, master."

"And don't stop until I tell you."

"Of course, Master."

As the spiked Koopa went down, Leon leaned his arms behind him, looking around the room. Yeah. Yeah, he could get used to this.

The End

Summary: A world-traveling Typhlosion goes to the Thousand Year Door universe to have a little fun with Rawk Hawk.

Tags: M/M, Rawk Hawk, Thousand Year Door, Rule 34, Anal, Foot Fetish, Public, Exhibitionism, Blowjob, Koopa, Typhlosion, Toy Hunting, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Fighting, Wrestling, Fire, Fingering, Orgasm, Cum,