You fill in the species line with the obvious answer of cougar. Of course, they might want mountain lion, or even puma. You ask the fox just to be sure. You don't want someone hasseling you during the competition. But the fox assures you you're alright and directs you to the Cumworks, the place where contestants spent their time between matches.
Entering the Cumworks, you see a table where a large gorilla in a shirt labeled "STAFF" is giving stuff to new contestants. You walk over and wait in another line. When you get up to him, he hands you a pamphlet titled "Rules" and shows you a selection of thongs with holes cut out for your junk. You select a large black one with a hole that leaves little fabric in front. You are then handed a locker key and sent away.
You find your locker and open it up. You remove your shirt and gladly take off your shorts, you don't wear underwear. Your four foot long and foot wide member flops down on top of your watermelon-sized balls. You hated wearing pants and found that only loose athletic shorts two sizes bigger than your waist were bearable. You were always pantsless around the house but were forced to be decent in public. That's why you had come here, you weren't meant to be just another person.
It was surprisingly easy to slip the thong on; it seemed to be made out of an elastic material. You allowed your cock and balls to slide out through the hole and get some fresh air. You then opened up the rulebook and read.
Rules and Regulations:
1) Regulation thongs must be worn during your stay at the Cumworks. Exceptions are showering or other necessary activities.
2) While in the Cumworks, no vore can be fatal. Only victims taken on the field can be digested.
3) No teams are allowed, each person must fight for themselves. However, we do encourage you to make friends.
4) Respect staff members. Our employees have been specially trained, so don't bother trying to vore them.
5) Enjoy the competition!
"Informative," you say, bored.
You knew the rules were something you needed to be aware of, but they weren't very interesting and you wanted to explore. You looked at your schedule that had been stapled to the back of the rule pamphlet. Your first match wasn't until that afternoon, so you had a good five hours to explore.
Heading over to the sparring mat, you try to assess the competition. There are anthros of every shape, size, and species. You look to one mat and see a house cat slurping a tiger twice his size down his cock. Obviously, looks aren't everything. But the obvious king of the mats was a huge gold dragon that dwarfed every other competitor by at least two feet. His cock was as big as the smallest contestant and his balls were the size of the exercise ones you see in gyms. He was taking on three guys at a time and winning! You find an empty mat in the back of the room and inspect it. It was twenty feet wide in each direction with a short wall around it to simulate the "no escape" feeling of the field.
"Care to spar?" asked a voice tapping your shoulder.
You turn to find a grey fox with a cock only a quarter the size of yours. But he himself is bigger and stronger than a regular fox, so he might be a skillful opponent. Do you accept?
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