Damn that was such an interesting voting period. I didn't expect such a drastic difference in votes for Match 9 but I guess it's to be expected.

I hope you guy's all enjoy these battle's I definitely love writing them. It let's me keep my skills sharp while waiting for potential vorish clients hehe.

Anyway Match 9 was fun to write but the winner is undoubtedly  Kiya Drakon

Please enjoy reading :3

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Match 9: Kiya Vs Kavus (Second half/Conclusion


Kiya groaned from the explosions that went off behind him. The close proximity of those detonations nearly had him rolling off the stage. He took one breath and turned around to see Kavus aiming his pistol's in the dragon's direction. And not a moment too soon, Kiya would spring away with the strength of his legs to narrowly avoid the pistol shots which left a searing mark where he had been laying a moment prior.

"You know what? Those pistols of yours are getting to be just a LITTLE annoying." Kiya rumbled, even as his belly started doing the same.

"So what. I'm here to win." Kavus checked the meter on his pistols and noted that they were fully charged. Now all he had to do was hit Kiya one last time and that would clench the battle for him. "So you have to become Turian food. Sorry."

KIya watched the prior match from the comfort of the waiting room as he'd digested his last opponant. He knew what was about to happen and decided he had to make an all or nothing attempt. As the Turian was setting his sights on the stretch dragon, Kiya himself was preparing for it, and was formulating a way that he could get close to Kavus when he spotted something flying towards them in the distance.

"You're mine...!" Kavus shotued, firing his shrink ray towards Kiya who jumped at the last second OFF the great fox. "Hey! What's your deal!?"

The stretch dragon landed on an Arwing that had been charging towards them. The smaller aircrafts were designed to attack the people who were battling on the great fox, and from who he could see in the cock pit, he had stumbled onto Falco's ship. "Hey! Get the heck off my Arwing bozo!"

Kiya grinned wider, and grabbed the wings with his dragon claws. "If I weren't in the middle of a match I'd have bird for lunch. but you can help me claim my real prize!"

"What are yo-" Falco started shoutign incoherant phrases as his Arwing was being brought to bear down on the Great Fox.

"What the hell...?" Kavus stared dumbfounded before he began sprinting off to the other end of the Great Fox as the Arwing, at Kiya's guidance was zoning IN on him! With a last ditch effort, Kavus ducked down just in time for the Arwing to pass him by, lightly scrapping his armor but nothing actually harming him. "Whew...that was close..."

Kiya's shadow loomed over the Alien, and with a foot, batted away both pistols and grabbed Kavus in a tight bear hug all while drooling. "Yeah, I almost made you road kill, sorry about that. I'd prefer you alive and squirming when I make you into more pudge." He reached his tongue out and licked the Turian's cheek.

Kavus groaned at the warm, wet lick that dragged along his cheek. The dragon was obviously enjoying his flavor, and before he could even protest, he saw the stretch dragon's maw stretch just as his namesake suggested, and his head was stuffed into that humid, hungry cavern.

Just as quickly, Kiya would clamp his jaws shut and suck on the Turian's head kind of like a lollipop. Obviously doing it to tease his prey, but also to get the flavor of something that wasn't common in their world. "Mmmmm...."

The Turian, feeling the green dragon's tongue running along his face, drenching him in drool just groans. This wasn't how he thought the match would turn out, but with a firm swallow, his head was pulled into that tight, yet flexible gullet. The dragon's insides were warmer than he expected, but then...it was a DRAGON, fire breathers tend to have a bit of a hotter body temprature.

Kiya just swallowed on, loosening his grip on Kavus's arms, once the shoulders managed to fit into his mouth. Drool dripped from his lips from the exotic flavor of his prey and a few more swallows and he was dragging that chest and belly past his lips. It wouldn't take too much longer, but he still wanted to take his TIME. And so while he was lifting the Turian's lower body in, he would start wrapping his tongue around the poor guy's legs, trying to lather up every inch of him that his tongue could reach.

The time in there wasn't very pleasant as the tongue reached in some very tight crevices, and while the warmth stretched out across Kavus's body, the further he went in, so did the wetness that his body was being subjected too. The prodding of the tongue which inspected practically every inch of his body, and his newfound squirming a testemant TO that inspection...He would groan every time the muscles would squeeze and contract. The heartbeat that drowned out most of the dragon's moaning was deafening, like someone was banging a drum right into his ear all the while the slick, wet sounds of the throat pulling him further into him further reminding the alien species of what was going on.

It wouldn't take long for his head to squeeze through into a...well while it was less constricting than Kiya's throat, it definitely wasn't too pleasant a place to be in either, as the loud wet gurgling sounds of the dragon's stomach were the first thing he heard once his head squeeszed through and once his eyes adjusted to the new darkness...it looked like a steamy mist was actually fogging up the belly and in just seconds of entering that chamber, he was already sweating a good deal. "It's like a human sauna in here..."

Kiya didn't catch what Kavus was saying, but the tone of his muffled words were enough for Kiya to get the basic gist of it. He wrapped his tongue around Kavus's feet which were the last to go and dragged them right on in, sealing his lips shut in the process. He shut his eyes and after giving those feet a bit of a taste testing, and satisfied that even that portion of the Turian was as delicious as the rest, he'd tilt his head to swallow. The long bulge in his gullet gradually grew thinner as the mass that he'd been swallowing down was collecting inside of his hot, hungry stomach, and bulging out quite nicely by the end of his trip!

"Well then...you were quite a delicious treat!" Kiya licked his lips once and gave Kavus's face bulge a playful poke and started pushing it back into his fat belly before letting out a rather thick belch which shook the audience stands.

"Heh...Excuse me..." The stretch dragon looked on at his belly, it bounced and wobbled with the Turian fighting him from the inside. He'd even seen a couple of more featured bulges in his belly but was quick to push them back in, which prompted a loud, gurgling sound to come from his belly. "Well...I better get ready for the semi finals. Have fun being dragon pudge until then."

Kiya started sauntered out of the ring once the Great Fox finally landed back into it's landing bay below the stadium, his belly sloshing and bouncing enough that the crowd laughed and cheered with delight. The last thing anyone heard was one last *gurgle* from the Dragon's hard working stomach before he vanished from sight.

Scav took a deep breath and smiled, looking to the scoreboard, he could see Kiya's image, as well as a much more swollen belly of his, sitting in the semi finals Bracket. "Well that was a fight...Though was more like a bearhug and a gulp! We'll take a short break and head on over to Match 10!"

(Match 9 conclusion! Winner: Kiya)