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To Be Champion

For Anonymous

By Draconicon

Anansi sat on the stone seats just outside the arena. His quarterstaff lay across his knees, the loose cloth that ran from his waist to his ankles shuffling every time that he adjusted it. It was close to his scales, but breathed. Not much, but enough for now. For the previous fights, as well, though likely not for the one soon to come.

The yellow-scaled cobra looked through the hole that led from the back rooms to the arena itself. He imagined that he could see his opponent on the far side, her brown scales polished enough to have a glint even in the shaded tunnels. She was likely waiting for her turn just as eagerly as he was, though for different reasons.

Then again, aren't they all?

He smiled, though it was a small thing. His matches thus far had pitted him against many other warriors of the clan in his quest to become the champion of their god. The Serpent Clan had many mighty warriors, and most of them had the same ambition. He'd felt it in the blows of wood on wood, in the clacks and clicks of their exchanges.

To be stronger.

To be seen.

To be recognized.

To hold power.

To wield death.

There were a dozen motivations more that he had seen, and each one had been insufficient to overcome him. Anansi had taken this quest on himself for a simple reason: their god deserved only the best as the champion. With his skills, either he would reach the top, or he would push someone else that was more deserving to it. Either way, he would fulfill his duties as a warrior of the Serpent Clan.

His opponent, however -

"Stand and enter the arena."

The call of the high priest of their god was loud, despite the serpent's age. Anansi got to his feet, three toes on each foot digging into the sand beneath him for a moment as he took a deep breath. This was going to be the final match. Either he would win, or his opponent would. And now...

Shaking his head, he walked through the opening. The familiar hood of his opponent appeared more than fifty feet away, and the pair of them closed the distance between them slowly.

They could not have been more different, he supposed, save for the fact that they were close in height; he was slightly taller than she was, at six-seven, while she was six-three. Other than that? He was vibrant gold while she was a deep, dull brown. He wore a tight, sleeveless shirt and loose pants, while she wore tight leather that covered her from the bottom of her eyes down to her ankles. He was male, she was female. He was strong, she was lean.

And they were both potential champions.

He met her in the middle of the arena, extending his quarterstaff. She reached out with hers, and they clacked them in greeting.

"Vexla," he said.

"Anansi. Figured that you'd make it to the top. Tell me, how many times did you end up thunking someone over the head in boredom? I can't imagine any of them gave you a hard time."

"It would be disrespectful to say."

"Heh, a lot, then," she said, shaking her head. "Well, that's not going to be the case with me. I think we both know that this is going to be the only match that we really need to push that hard. After all...much as I know I'm going to win...I know you're going to make me work for it."

"As is right, and proper."

Vexla's smile was obvious even through the face-mask that covered her snout. She wanted this, yes, but unlike all the others that wanted it for vaguely stupid reasons, she wanted it for selfish ones. She wanted not only the prestige of being their god's chosen Champion, but she wanted the power that came with it. He knew what it did to those that used it. Everyone did. That was part of how one knew who the Champion was; outside of the competition to find who it would be, the Champion was the only one that could channel their god's divine powers, and what it did to the body...

"Are you imagining me like that?" Vexla asked, chuckling. "That would be remarkably foolish. But of course, you are male. You wouldn't be able to help yourself, looking at me, imagining what I would look like without...all this..."

The way that she stroked her clawed fingers along her body, it was clear that she wanted him to do just that. Anansi shook his head, looking up and away from her curves, her slender body and its hourglass shape. The leather she wore was obviously designed to enhance every last bit of her body, making her average-sized breasts look large and force her hips to sway easily. It was meant to hold the eye, trap it, and encourage thoughts of lust and distraction.

"Warriors." The priest's voice pulled their eyes from each other to him. The older, white-scaled serpent looked down on them from on high, his hands folded behind his back. "It is up to you to embody the power of our god. He will look at you with favor, but remember. Mortals are not meant to hold the power of our god for long. You must withstand it, control it, or you will be consumed by it. Those that cannot handle his power with proper control will not be considered suitable as champion."

Anansi nodded. He still remembered the last competition; the final fight had been a mess, and when both the competitors had fallen, gasping, moaning from the sheer bliss that came from their god's power coursing through their veins, the former Champion had been forced to take on his role for another year. It had been...difficult for the Serpent Clan after that; there were reasons that the Champions were rotated out, after all.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Vexla. She was already grinning broadly, and more than that, thrusting her chest out. She looked out of the corner of her eyes at him, then down at his crotch.

"You will have to do better than that," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth.

"I intend to."

"Warriors. You have one minute before the power of our god descends upon you. Use it as you will."

The priest sat down, and both serpents turned with a thwip of their quarterstaffs. They click-clack-clacked against each other before halting, middle to middle, staring between the gap at one another.

She's as fast as she is teasing, Anansi thought, making a mental note. She'll push as hard as she can, force me to respond.

And in a battle like this, it would be harder to fight as he had with the others. Those had been battles of attrition, with him waiting the other out, forcing them to commit themselves and tire themselves out. This would not go so simply.

They pushed apart, walking in a slow circle around each other. Time was passing, each second marked by his heart beating against his ribs. His eyes narrowed, his fingers twitching and tapping against the middle of his quarterstaff.

Vexla was clearly trying to get his goat. She made each step soft, sultry, keeping herself poised so that she was presented to him. She had her chest puffed out, straining the leather around her breasts. He was half-sure that he could see her nipples hardening against it, and he shook his head -

Duck.

Sweep his leg.

The quarterstaff went right over his head, and she jumped over his counterattack. She brought her staff down, he blocked, and their tails slapped against each other in the same moment.

He rolled. She jumped. They landed a few paces apart from each other.

"Fast as you look," he muttered, getting to his feet.

"I'm about to get faster."

"I'm sure."

Twenty seconds. He shook his head, setting his feet. Clenching his hands tighter around the quarterstaff, he closed his eyes and took one deep breath, then another, and another.

Ten seconds. She was circling him now, her steps starting to speed up. She was going to build up to something big. Something hard. Something to try and knock him off his feet right from the start.

Going to have to be smart about this...

He waited, counting down from five, to four, all the way down to one. As soon as time ran out, so did any semblance of the fight continuing as a normal match.

In the split-second before Vexla went from running to disappearing, they both gasped. He felt the blessing of their god's might spreading through his veins, as if the sun had replaced his heart and left him swollen with its light and majesty. He forced himself to keep breathing as it suffused his arms and legs with strength and speed, with power and might. The sheer strength of it was almost enough to send him to his knees, and it certainly hit him between his legs.

It had started. The pure power of the divine light that they were channeling would make them the most powerful warriors of the Clan, but at the same time, it filled them with power that no mortal was meant to feel. It bulked them up while at the same time giving them pleasure. Even the word wasn't quite right, because it went past that, past bliss, filling every sensation and experience with orgasmic bliss, and his cocks were already rising in their slits.

Click.

That was Vexla moving, and he spun. Her quarterstaff came down from behind, but even as he felt the impact run up his arms - stronger and harder than the greatest of beasts in the field - she was already moving again, circling around him. Anansi brought his quarterstaff up, over his head, and braced it against his tail as she attacked from behind.

Click -

Clack -

Clack -

Click click click!

The attacks came from all directions at once, so fast and furious that it was impossible for the naked eye to see them all. He had to rely on all his senses at once, feeling and hearing and smelling the shifts in the air to know where she was going to strike next. Even with the divine power rushing through him, he could barely keep up, let alone attack back.

On instinct, he braced himself and let the next one through -

"Nnngh!"

As soon as the quarterstaff came down, slapping across his belly, he could tell it was a mistake. In response to the 'pain' - though even that felt like sensual pleasure - more of it coursed through him. It reinforced his muscles, his scales, his endurance -

And it made his cocks that much harder. The pair thrust forward from his slit, his balls aching with need as they ground against the front of his pants. Throbbing, pulsing, begging for attention, they pushed forward, then slid back, then pushed forward again as they kept getting harder and harder.

But it bought him an opening. Vexla was sliding forward still, trying to get close, and he grabbed her around the back of her neck. With a grunt, he lifted one leg and spun, throwing her over thigh and hip to the ground. He felt her tense, and then moan as she landed on the sandy ground. The crack of his quarterstaff over her ass would hardly be painful to her, just as her blow had hardly been painful to him -

"Nnngh!"

But it had the same effect on her lust. She rolled, avoiding the follow-up strike, and they pulled further from each other, panting hard.

"Heh...looks like you're already thinking of...of what you want to do to me," Vexla said, smirking as she ran one hand over her hip and almost down to her sex. "Thinking of how it would feel to put it in both holes?"

"You...are not putting in enough effort...if you have enough air to talk..."

"Hmmph."

He could already tell that they were both changing. It wasn't just the lust and bliss that came from channeling such might; their bodies were changing, as well. He could feel the tightness in his shirt, the shoulders already starting to come loose as the threads split here and there, and her armor was hardly faring any better. It had been tight as could be as she walked out into the arena, but now...

Now, he could see her thighs ready to split the legs of the armor, her arms bulging against the straps. The gap between her leggings and her torso armor had widened, showing more and more of the brown scales of her hardening abs and belly. She had to be at least a few inches taller, by now, and he...

He was the same. They were growing, elongating, thickening from the power of a god. It would keep pushing them, seeing how much they could take and how much they could control themselves while channeling it.

Anansi could already feel it doing a number on him. He was huffing and puffing harder than any match beforehand, and the tightness of his clothes, and particularly the codpiece that was barely fitting around his shafts, was a distraction. A dangerous distraction, considering that the first to lose control would be the one that lost the title.

She blurred again. Fast as before, but this time, he was ready for it. He held his pose, listening -

Click -

Clack -

Clack-clack -

SMACK!

He caught her as she came close, but even as she took the glancing blow across her face, she darted in with her staff across his inner thigh. They both tumbled backward, once more overcome with the pain as it turned to pleasure.

This is...not good, he thought, his cocks throbbing harder still, and -

"Nnngh...ah...ah..."

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

They were good enough fighters that they were able to keep their footing and keep one eye on each other, but he knew that she had to be getting more distracted by the second. Surely, she had to be; he was barely keeping his own thoughts off the swelling between his legs.

Every impact exacerbated the changes. He'd always been well-endowed, but this was the first time that he'd felt just how well-endowed eleven inches was. He could feel the weight of the shafts between his legs, and he could feel them dragging against the codpiece, threatening to push it out of the way. More than that, he could feel...he could feel them growing, and that meant that the power was getting stronger.

Vexla was showing the same symptoms. She was definitely bigger, swelling across the shoulders, but not losing any of her femininity. She had to be at least seven feet tall now, standing nearly a foot taller than she had been, and most of her midriff was exposed. Her breasts pushed against the front of her armor, dragging it forward, almost giving him a window to see into her cleavage. He looked down -

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

"Mmm, you males...so...weak..."

She wasn't sounding much stronger than he was, despite her cocky words. She strained to stand up, her breath coming harsher and faster. She was clearly feeling the same sort of tension that he was; the tight clothing they were stuck with had to be rubbing between her legs, grinding right into her sex. The sheer size that she carried now had to have the leather just pressed right into her pussy.

Don't think about it, don't think about it...

Pulse, pulse, pulse. The godly power inside him was making him stronger, faster, but it came with that same pleasure that made it almost impossible to think. Bigger? Oh, he was much bigger. His shirt was on the verge of ripping, already threadbare in the shoulders and coming apart in the middle, and his pants had gone from loose to tight. They were pulling up from his ankles, dragging up his legs, and his cocks were threatening rip the codpiece as they grew from eleven inches to twelve, thirteen, fourteen.

And his balls...

Pulse, pulse, pulse. He did his best to ignore the throbbing down there, but how did one ignore the throbbing of something that had been this well-restrained for so long? Staring at the female, he could see her breasts pushing forward, swelling, growing. Her hips were swelling wider, too, and as she turned in place, reaching for her quarterstaff behind her, she leaned over and showed the swell of her rump. Thick, wide, pushing against the back of her armor -

RIIIP.

It was a quiet thing, barely audible, but they were quiet enough that both of them heard it. The codpiece tore as he kept growing, seven and a half feet tall compared to her seven and a few inches. They both looked down at the new bulge between his legs, larger, stiffer than it had ever been before, and the slick liquid pushing from the tip already had the flowing pants darkening from his lust.

"Mmm...my, my..."

"This fight...isn't over..."

"Nearly is," Vexla said. "Let's see if you can keep up..."

Moving and darting around was no longer an option. Just setting himself in a defensive stance was enough to make him feel the pressure of the sensual cloth against the heads of his shafts. The slightest movement was enough to make them tingle and ooze, begging for more stimulation.

Once again, Vexla was on the attack. He could barely move, forcing himself to draw more and more of the power he was given, growing to match her speed, using it to boost his defense, his understanding, his senses. He could barely afford to move at all, so each block and parry had to be as minute as possible, barely moving if he could manage it.

Here.

There.

There.

And there.

The clicking sound of wood bouncing off wood was getting louder and louder, and yet, he was barely able to hold back. Throb, surge, throb -

RIIIP!

He wasn't the only one ripping through his clothes. As his shirt gave up the ghost against the swelling power inside of him, the same happened to Vexla's top. It ripped right down the middle, and she gasped as she pulled back. The leather didn't quite manage to cover her nipples, and it looked like it had slipped down just enough to cover her shoulders, restraining her arms slightly. Not much, but slightly, and it left her breasts out.

And she...blushed. Not much, but some, and her hard nipples in the hot air showed that he wasn't the only one horned up.

They leaned on their staffs, still throbbing, still growing with the power that filled them. How far they'd go, he didn't know. They were almost eight feet tall now, and while they maintained more or less the same proportions as how they started, their clothes were clearly taking a beating. They weren't going to be able to hold out for much longer while maintaining their modesty, and at the same time...

At the same time, if they did, it wouldn't last through their defeat. He could feel the swelling between his legs affecting more than just his cocks. His balls were hanging lower and lower, forcing his pants to contend with one more thing to hide. It wouldn't last for much longer. He had to do something.

Have to take the offensive...

It was a risk, and a big one. He was barely keeping himself together with the tingling pleasure running through him just by standing there and defending himself. If he misjudged himself and couldn't get through her defenses, then he would lose out. He'd lose control, lose himself, and get rid of any chance of winning the competition.

At the same time, he could tell that Vexla was barely holding herself together. The last few attacks had cost her; indulging in the arrogant high-speed attacks had left her more vulnerable than she probably wanted to admit, and had drawn in more of the power than he had. She would be swollen with it, and while he could only judge by her hard nipples, he imagined that her leggings were probably soaked.

If there was ever a time to go all-out...

Anansi shivered as he changed his position, bringing his quarterstaff in front of him and holding it tilted toward her. Vexla blinked.

"Coming for me? Heh...you sure you can keep me off you?"

"If I land enough hits...I won't have to."

"Heh...overconfident -"

He lunged. The first blow hit her right across the hip, cracking against her scales. She yelped, her staff coming up across his back, his shoulders, anything that she could reach. He took it, his heart beating faster, his cocks growing longer, pushing the waistband of his pants forward as he pressed the attack.

Take it.

Endure.

Push on.

Each attack he took, he paid back in spades. She cracked her staff across his arm, he brought his down on her chest. She tried to bring it up between his legs, he spun and swept his quarterstaff against her back.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

They swelled, taking in more of the power to keep going. She was red-faced, a burning blush pushing through the brown scales. She was barely holding herself together, as far as he could tell; she was straining just to stay on her feet, gasping for every breath that she could get.

And so was he. They danced, ignoring every hit that they took for the chance to hit their opponent harder. Every blow was one more thing that they just put out of their minds, focusing entirely on making it harder for the other to think.

Her boobs.

His cock.

Her hips.

His muscles.

They slammed together again, and this time, he rolled her forward. She tried to push back against him, to rise up and bring her breasts against his face, but Anansi was ready for such an obvious attack. He rolled back and took the spin further, shoving her onto her back and bringing his crotch down on her face.

RIIIIP!

RIIIIP!

They both lost their pants in the same moment. She moaned, arching her back, thrusting her hips, even as he barely held back from grinding his hemipenes against her face. They were so hard, so long, so drippy, and he wanted to let loose so bad -

Crack!

Crack!

Even in the grips of their lusts, they still tried to hit each other, but he had the edge. Just barely, he had the edge. He blocked her two attacks -

"Ah...ah..."

Vexla brushed against him from beneath, nudging her head under his balls, against his cocks. She was so small compared to them now, despite her height. She was just over eight feet, he was between eight and nine. His cock had reached a full eighteen inches, his balls hanging down lower than they'd ever done before. Just that little nudge -

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

So...close...His cocks throbbed, spitting pre-cum over her exposed breasts, barely held back. He tensed every muscle in his body, all but sitting on her face for a moment before he finally did the only thing that he could think of: he used his tail.

CRACK!

It was a whip-crack of a move, coming down right on her stomach and across her breasts. The tip of his tail smacked across her nipples, an unintentional hit that nonetheless pushed her over the edge. Without warning, the brown serpent arched her back and screamed her pleasure, thrusting her hips again and again as she went over the edge.

Anansi watched her juices hit the arena's sandy floor as she squirted her pleasure, her pussy spasming, clenching, showing her need to the entire Clan as they watched from above. He was able to hold back his own, but only barely. The yellow-scaled serpent fell to the side, barely able to use his staff to catch himself and stop himself from falling on his face.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Vexla slumped down, but he was still horned up. The power that had filled her left, slowly shrinking her back to her previous size. The muscles, the height, every bit of increased size she'd had disappeared, and compared to him, she looked like a doll. She was no smaller than she had been before, but the difference between being four inches taller than someone and being more than two feet taller was immense. He had never felt so massive, so powerful, or so aroused at once.

Struggling to push himself to his feet, Anansi turned himself toward the priest. The old serpent had gotten to his feet, looking down at him. It took everything that he had to stay upright, his breath coming in shaky gasps, his eyes half-rolled into the back of his head.

"Anansi."

"Nnngh..."

"You are Champion. You have shown remarkable control and wisdom. May you be blessed with the power of our god."

"Thank you...sir..."

"Feel his blessing rain down upon you now."

And as it did, as the power of their god filled him, Anansi felt the difference between channeling half of that power...and all of it.

It hit him so hard that there was no way that he could have held back. Blessed by vigor, virility, and pure power, the yellow-scaled serpent fell to his knees. He did not moan, but screamed, his hands at his sides as his twin shafts erupted. Rope after rope emerged from them, blasting free and landing with audible impact on the sand. It turned to mud on contact, only for another rope to follow, and another.

He leaned back, barely able to keep from falling flat on his back. His breath came harsher, faster, his tail lashing behind his back as it felt like the fires of holy pleasure had been poured into his veins. It was his, a gift, and he could feel a sense of love behind it, something that guaranteed that he would be alright. He just...had to take this properly the first time.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

He was losing his mind. He was cumming, not just emptying his balls but emptying everything from his mind. Every pulse, every throb down his twin dicks pulled more from his swollen sack, and he could feel them bouncing, pulling up, dragged flat against his crotch every time that he felt another pulse through him. Pleasure, raw pleasure, more than most mortals could ever conceive of, ripped through him even as the power of their divine deity empowered him, strengthening him.

He took it.

He endured it.

He wallowed in it.

And when it passed, when the massive wave of bliss rolled over him and left behind nothing but his scaly hide, he was able to roll over and support himself on all fours. The power crackled inside of him, condensing slowly, pulling back from his extremities towards his chest and into his heart.

"You are Champion," the priest said. "Rise."

Anansi struggled to find his footing, but eventually, he was able to bring one leg forward, and then the other. He shook from head to toe, his muscles spasming all over the place, but he managed to straighten his knees. He could see Vexla out of the corner of his eye, still passed out, still naked.

Twitch.

Throb.

Ignoring the pulsing between his legs, he kept pushing himself upright. Every muscle screamed in protest, wanting to fall down and rest, but he had to claim the title. Falling now, failing now, after fighting so hard...

Upright. Straightening his back, he strained to lift his head. His neck fought him, trying to resist, too tired to do much. He growled, slowly rolling his head back, his hood flaring out for some hint of support.

It was barely enough, but barely was still enough. He managed to lock eyes with the priest, staring up at him, and slowly lifted his arm in triumph. The Clan shouted their approval, clapping and screaming for him, and he felt an answering pulse of light and warmth from his chest. Their god approved of him; he was a proper Champion for the Clan.

"Take your staff and your rest," the priest said. "You will adjust to this over time, but for now, rest. You will need it."

Anansi nodded, barely able to move his head the one time that he did, and took his staff more as a walking stick than a weapon. He glanced back at Vexla, briefly, but more out of concern than anything else. Yet, the other Clan members were already tending to her, lifting her to a stretcher to be carried away. He sighed, turning his attention to himself and his path out of the arena.

One step after another carried him away, his nudity shameless, but nonetheless hard to get used to. The feeling of such...size...such heft, such weight to his movements was new. It still had the ease that his previous training lent him, but at the same time, there was more to them. He had the power of something far greater now, and he had to wield it for the sake of the Clan to keep them safe.

He was the Champion. He would take that seriously, and he would guard the Clan with everything that he had. But until a threat actually reared its head, he would take the priest's advice and rest. His body, as powerful as it was, had been pushed to its limits, and even a god could only repair so much of that.

The End

Summary: A pair of snake fighters go head to head, growing and swelling with the power of their god.

Tags: M/F, M/solo, F/solo, Swelling, Growth, Muscle Growth, Cock Growth, Breast Growth, Arousal, Pain to Pleasure, Fantasy, Fighting, Orgasm, Cum, Big Orgasm,