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ericstripe which in my opinion was a very good story hope you all enjoy.
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Armor King vs Rufus
3 Days Ago
Armour King flexed in the arena, then stretched, letting loose a loud, predatory growl to threaten his next opponent. He'd taken down a total of three so far, and at the moment, he was starving. Still, he'd eat when he got enough of the winnings; these fights, however, were less abut the winnings, and more about preparing for the upcoming Tekken Tournament. It been around a week since he went to this new anthropomorphic form; trading dark skin for the gray, spotted fur and white underbelly, and his mask for an actual head of a leopard. He'd gotten used to the advanced speed, strength, and reflexes.
Just not the hunger.
As he turned and looked over the large man in a yellow suit, he was reminded of a blob of butter, in a way. His suit was open in a V down to his belly in the front. Exposing chest hair to the crowd, while his belly itself was large, and jiggles with every move he made. His blond hair was tied into a braid. Which swished as he moved about, showing off his mantis style.
It was Rufus. With the announcement of a possible new Streetfighter tournament in 2016, it seemed he was preparing himself as well. He did so with pride, pointing to Armour King, then to himself.
“You want the best, you get the rest!” he said, his trademark line said proudly. Armour King didn't give him an answer, he just growled and got into position. When the bell went off, he charged, ready to drab the fat yellow-suited bastard and headlock him...
Rufus smirked, ducking out of the way of his paws and giving him two kicks on either shin. When Armour King fell forward, he rose with an elbow strike, followed by two more mantis strikes to the leopards jaw.
After all, Rufus was no wrestler, despite his size. This frustrated the feline as he blocked the next strike and went to grab him again-
Rufus responded by grabbing the feline's hand and tugging him into a knee to the ribs, anf striking him two more times with in the face.
As Armour King stumbled back, Rufus grunted and belly bumped him on his back. The feline grunted in pain, and rolled over, watching as Rufus turned to the crowd, showing off as they cheered.
Armour King growled at first, but then stopped. Seeing Rufus like that awoke something in the leopard side of him, watching him, so prideful, so open, vulnerable as hey thumped his chest and swayed his girth to the crowd. He couldn't place it, until he got the thought of a lion about to pounce a zebra. Was that what the cat was feeling now? That moment of victory being so close that he could taste it?
...Rufus fell to a knee as Armour King kicked him on the back of his leg, and had the spit kicked out of him when the feline ran to his side and gave him a powerful kick to the face. Rufus went down, and King did his classic move; stomping his opponent a good three times. Rufus coughed and sputtered at the pain in his ribs, but once he got up, it was over.
Armour King grabbed him midway, turning him upside down for his grabbing combo, and slamming Rufus down on his head. He then seized his arm, almost as though caring for it... and slung Rufus on his face, using the same arm to lift him to unsteady feet. He struck the human fighter twice, forcing him against the wall of the ring, then kicked him in the gut. King grabbed Rufus, pulling him from the edge he held onto and pushed him to the center, punching him once, then twice, and then ending by lifting him up and slamming him on the ground. He picked up Rufus one more time, who was likely suffering a concussion, and grabbed him around his jiggly waist. The feline tossed him above him, a relatively short fall, but painful if he hit the ground.
That wasn't on Armour King's mind right now.
His jaws stretched open, wide open, catching the humans head, before his hands reached up to seize his waist. Keeping him steady, he eased Rufus's upside down form downward, down his throat, the dazed fight doing little more than kicking his legs lazily. Armour King gulped hard, using the opportunity to work in Rufus's shoulders, his jaws extending wider to accept them. The leopard's gullet expanded, fist with Rufus's head, then his shoulders, before they were worked past his chest, and down his gullet.
The crowd watched in horror as Armour King gulped heartily, taking a good three powerful swallows, before his furry neck bulged with the belly of their champion, compacted as tight peristalsis pulled it down, leaving Rufus's kicking legs. Armour King calmly reached up and pushed them down, caressing the last of his meal, and easing the fighter down his throat. His cheeks bulged once the feet entered, closing over them and claiming them with a powerful “GLULP!”
Armour King's white-furred belly bounced out of his Under Armour t-shirt, jiggling and swaying as he turned to a different area of the crowd and looked down at his massive belly. He watched as a punch stretched out, jiggling the massive white dome. As Rufus became more aware of his surroundings, he fought harder, punching and kicking about, the big cat's belly distorting and jostling about while Armour King tilted his head back, and rubbed in soft circles in ecstasy.
“RRRROOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRUUUUUPPP!!!!”
A loud mix between a roar and a belch of victory echoed from the ring, and King's stomach became more defined, squeezing around Rufus and restricting his stagnant air supply. He blew out the last of it, before lifting his belly-full of a big fighter, and dropping it with a bounce, Rufus's face and hands pressing out before they were tugged back by the cat's own appetite. Rufus resumed his weakening struggles soon after, and Armour King proceeded to push down on any bulges he found. When he lifted his fist in victory, he got “boo”s in return; these were Street Fighter fans after all. Armour King did his usual “Victory Shrug” and walked out of the wing, swaying a bit from the new weight, his big belly bouncing up and down with each exasperated step he took.
-0-
Present Day
Armour King awoke from his long sleep, yawning. His general awake state was not brought on by himself; King had awoken him by biting his ear, as a car would do. He battered at Armour King's nose until he swatted his paw away
King gave growls that only he could understand, and Armour King understood that it was time to wake up. Eating someone as big a Rufus had knocked him out for 3 days straight, King explained. He looked down, remembering that he had forgotten to spit him out.
His belly was the size of a beachball, round and sloshy, finishing up on absorbing the last of the fighter to King's rather pudgy physique. He was muscled, yes, but it was hiding under a layer of fur and fat. It seemed Rufus had much to offer in that department. He smacked his belly, watching it wobble; it was entertaining to someone who was part feline. But, putting potential fun aside, he struggled to sit up. He had a fight in a week, and a casino after, so long as he behaved and didn't eat his next fighter. One at a time would have to do, since he still needed to work off the fat and the beer gut Rufus had oh-so graciously given him.
He got up, lifting his belly, which was much more easy to lift now, and dropping it with a bounce. It made a good trophy; he couldn't fault that.
ericstripe which in my opinion was a very good story hope you all enjoy.Disclaimer all characters are owned by their owners.
Armor King vs Rufus
3 Days Ago
Armour King flexed in the arena, then stretched, letting loose a loud, predatory growl to threaten his next opponent. He'd taken down a total of three so far, and at the moment, he was starving. Still, he'd eat when he got enough of the winnings; these fights, however, were less abut the winnings, and more about preparing for the upcoming Tekken Tournament. It been around a week since he went to this new anthropomorphic form; trading dark skin for the gray, spotted fur and white underbelly, and his mask for an actual head of a leopard. He'd gotten used to the advanced speed, strength, and reflexes.
Just not the hunger.
As he turned and looked over the large man in a yellow suit, he was reminded of a blob of butter, in a way. His suit was open in a V down to his belly in the front. Exposing chest hair to the crowd, while his belly itself was large, and jiggles with every move he made. His blond hair was tied into a braid. Which swished as he moved about, showing off his mantis style.
It was Rufus. With the announcement of a possible new Streetfighter tournament in 2016, it seemed he was preparing himself as well. He did so with pride, pointing to Armour King, then to himself.
“You want the best, you get the rest!” he said, his trademark line said proudly. Armour King didn't give him an answer, he just growled and got into position. When the bell went off, he charged, ready to drab the fat yellow-suited bastard and headlock him...
Rufus smirked, ducking out of the way of his paws and giving him two kicks on either shin. When Armour King fell forward, he rose with an elbow strike, followed by two more mantis strikes to the leopards jaw.
After all, Rufus was no wrestler, despite his size. This frustrated the feline as he blocked the next strike and went to grab him again-
Rufus responded by grabbing the feline's hand and tugging him into a knee to the ribs, anf striking him two more times with in the face.
As Armour King stumbled back, Rufus grunted and belly bumped him on his back. The feline grunted in pain, and rolled over, watching as Rufus turned to the crowd, showing off as they cheered.
Armour King growled at first, but then stopped. Seeing Rufus like that awoke something in the leopard side of him, watching him, so prideful, so open, vulnerable as hey thumped his chest and swayed his girth to the crowd. He couldn't place it, until he got the thought of a lion about to pounce a zebra. Was that what the cat was feeling now? That moment of victory being so close that he could taste it?
...Rufus fell to a knee as Armour King kicked him on the back of his leg, and had the spit kicked out of him when the feline ran to his side and gave him a powerful kick to the face. Rufus went down, and King did his classic move; stomping his opponent a good three times. Rufus coughed and sputtered at the pain in his ribs, but once he got up, it was over.
Armour King grabbed him midway, turning him upside down for his grabbing combo, and slamming Rufus down on his head. He then seized his arm, almost as though caring for it... and slung Rufus on his face, using the same arm to lift him to unsteady feet. He struck the human fighter twice, forcing him against the wall of the ring, then kicked him in the gut. King grabbed Rufus, pulling him from the edge he held onto and pushed him to the center, punching him once, then twice, and then ending by lifting him up and slamming him on the ground. He picked up Rufus one more time, who was likely suffering a concussion, and grabbed him around his jiggly waist. The feline tossed him above him, a relatively short fall, but painful if he hit the ground.
That wasn't on Armour King's mind right now.
His jaws stretched open, wide open, catching the humans head, before his hands reached up to seize his waist. Keeping him steady, he eased Rufus's upside down form downward, down his throat, the dazed fight doing little more than kicking his legs lazily. Armour King gulped hard, using the opportunity to work in Rufus's shoulders, his jaws extending wider to accept them. The leopard's gullet expanded, fist with Rufus's head, then his shoulders, before they were worked past his chest, and down his gullet.
The crowd watched in horror as Armour King gulped heartily, taking a good three powerful swallows, before his furry neck bulged with the belly of their champion, compacted as tight peristalsis pulled it down, leaving Rufus's kicking legs. Armour King calmly reached up and pushed them down, caressing the last of his meal, and easing the fighter down his throat. His cheeks bulged once the feet entered, closing over them and claiming them with a powerful “GLULP!”
Armour King's white-furred belly bounced out of his Under Armour t-shirt, jiggling and swaying as he turned to a different area of the crowd and looked down at his massive belly. He watched as a punch stretched out, jiggling the massive white dome. As Rufus became more aware of his surroundings, he fought harder, punching and kicking about, the big cat's belly distorting and jostling about while Armour King tilted his head back, and rubbed in soft circles in ecstasy.
“RRRROOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRUUUUUPPP!!!!”
A loud mix between a roar and a belch of victory echoed from the ring, and King's stomach became more defined, squeezing around Rufus and restricting his stagnant air supply. He blew out the last of it, before lifting his belly-full of a big fighter, and dropping it with a bounce, Rufus's face and hands pressing out before they were tugged back by the cat's own appetite. Rufus resumed his weakening struggles soon after, and Armour King proceeded to push down on any bulges he found. When he lifted his fist in victory, he got “boo”s in return; these were Street Fighter fans after all. Armour King did his usual “Victory Shrug” and walked out of the wing, swaying a bit from the new weight, his big belly bouncing up and down with each exasperated step he took.
-0-
Present Day
Armour King awoke from his long sleep, yawning. His general awake state was not brought on by himself; King had awoken him by biting his ear, as a car would do. He battered at Armour King's nose until he swatted his paw away
King gave growls that only he could understand, and Armour King understood that it was time to wake up. Eating someone as big a Rufus had knocked him out for 3 days straight, King explained. He looked down, remembering that he had forgotten to spit him out.
His belly was the size of a beachball, round and sloshy, finishing up on absorbing the last of the fighter to King's rather pudgy physique. He was muscled, yes, but it was hiding under a layer of fur and fat. It seemed Rufus had much to offer in that department. He smacked his belly, watching it wobble; it was entertaining to someone who was part feline. But, putting potential fun aside, he struggled to sit up. He had a fight in a week, and a casino after, so long as he behaved and didn't eat his next fighter. One at a time would have to do, since he still needed to work off the fat and the beer gut Rufus had oh-so graciously given him.
He got up, lifting his belly, which was much more easy to lift now, and dropping it with a bounce. It made a good trophy; he couldn't fault that.
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