"Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to another fantastic fuckfight in the YiffDome! Sponsored by F.U.R.R.Y. and Doggy Dong Condoms. Remember: 'When your tail won't stop wagging, trust Doggy Dong to keep it in the bag. The Doggy Bag!'"
The announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, easily audible from backstage where you were awaiting your entrance. He called your opponent first, just a second ago in fact, but you were too busy playing with your hair and fondling your own breasts to listen. You were just pumped up about getting to hump another sweet rump and fill it with your lovegoo. You swear this is the best job in the world...
"And in this corner, returning to the professional Yiff circuit to rise back up the ranks, it's the happy hippy, the free love freak, the psychedelic psycho: Diana Drillbiiiiit!"
You stepped out onto the stage to a chorus of applause and your acid trip theme song, accompanied perfectly by purple light filters and dancing patterns projected from above that bathed the whole arena in your personal funk. Clamboring into the ring (tripping over your own dangling cock just briefly), you stepped to face your opponent just as the lights switched off and allowed you a clear look at them
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