Asriel and Scott McHowl get matched up in a vore duel for a halloween wrestling tournament on a Vore University Campus. As much as Asriel is embarrassed by his father's cheering (and jerking off to watching his son be dominated by Scott) until that cheering pushes him to turn the tables and either pec vore or cock vore Scott. Endings feature either Asriel or Scott taking their opponent's skull as a trophy, and hoping they'll come out of the tournament alive
That's a fun idea! I do really love settings where vore and general sexual debauchery is super casual so this is right up my alley. Even though the ask seemed to be leaning towards A.sriel winning, you mentioned an ending with either victor so I put it up to RNG.
A.sriel can’t help but blush a bit as he steps out into the gym. This already feels like a really dumb idea. His college had set up some wrestling tournament thing for Halloween, and a bunch of his friends basically peer-pressured him into signing up. He’s pretty sure they just wanna see him get mulched in front of everyone…
On the other side of the large mat that’s been set up, A.sriel sees his opponent. He knows the guy, S.cott Howl, some goofy jock that’s super popular. A.sriel gulps softly. Both of them are completely naked for the sake of the match, and seeing how muscular S.cott’s hairy body is…it makes the much leaner A.sriel feel entirely outclassed. God, he’s going to die here…
The bleachers are packed full on either side with cheering and whistling guys. Faculty, students, and other people who heard about the matches have filled them out. There’s a lot of shamelessness in it—people are recording, pitching tents, even rubbing one out. A.sriel unfortunately finds out that last one by catching sight of his dad. As soon as he saw A.sgore with his cock out, the younger goat looks away. Agh, gross…he’s so embarrassing…
He looks back at S.cott instead, the two of them getting into a starting position. The werewolf has a dumb, toothy grin on his face, his tail wagging behind him. He’s looking at A.sriel like a dog would a bone his owner is teasing him with—it makes the goat shudder slightly. This was such a terrible idea…
The referee blows the whistle. A.sriel freezes for a second and S.cott launches like a bullet. The two men crash together, A.sriel letting out a bleat as he’s suddenly toppled to the floor. The crowds are cheering and shouting now, already getting excited. And A.sriel feels completely out of his element here. The last thing he wants is to go out so quickly, though. Even if he does get eaten, he’d rather have put up a fight instead of being taken out right at the start.
S.cott’s jaws open wide in A.sriel’s face, sharp teeth exposing his drooling gullet. Hot breath pants in the goat’s face. A.sriel plants his hands squarely on S.cott’s shoulders and pushes hard, shoving the werewolf to the side and trying to roll on top of him. It works for about a second before a foot plants itself on A.sriel’s gut and he’s kicked off and thrown onto his back again.
S.cott rolls back onto all fours, his tail wagging like crazy and drool dripping from his toothy grin. He pounces and A.sriel rolls to the side, just barely dodging the werewolf. He’s still trying to catch his breath, his heart beating in his ears while the crowds cheer around him. He swears they’re yelling his name, cheering him on. It gives him the boost to go on the offense.
A.sriel lunges at S.cott this time, grappling onto the werewolf from behind and putting his arm around the other’s neck. It makes S.cott lurch up to his knees and pull on A.sriel’s arm. The goat puts his other arm around S.cott’s neck as well, trying to keep the chokehold long enough to earn his victory. Grasping hands yank on his arms, then go up and smack his face a bit. A.sriel lowers his head to get them to stop…and he feels them grab onto his horns instead. His eyes widen. “Oh, shit--”
S.cott pulls hard and ducks down again, making A.sriel bleat as he’s thrown over the werewolf’s back. A.sriel slams onto his back with a gasp, his breath knocked out of him. He coughs and gasps, putting a hand to his chest with a wince. Okay, yeah, that hurts. He’s not sure he can get back to it after that. A dark shadow looms over him and he looks up to see S.cott’s grinning face. “Nice try, bro! That was great!”
A.sriel coughs a bit. “Th...Thanks..?” Wait...no, that’s not a good thing! A.sriel tries to get up despite how it makes his chest tighten with pain. But S.cott moves so the goat’s muzzle ends up pressing into his hairy pecs. The panting goat ends up huffing on werewolf musk a bit and...his eyes start to glaze over. A hand on the back of his head stops him from dropping to the ground again and he’s left rather relaxed despite knowing he should panic right now. He does let out a little whine when S.cott pushes on his head and forces his muzzle deeper into his pecs.
A.sriel offers very little resistance. The cheering crowd fades into the background for him, and once his entire head is shoved into S.cott’s chest, all he can hear is the werewolf’s thumping heart and deep breaths. He twitches a bit, paws coming up to offer meager resistance by pushing slightly on S.cott’s chest. But the werewolf just shoves them into his pecs next and starts to drag A.sriel deeper with each flex he gives. He has a big, dumb grin on his face and his tail is wagging a mile a minute. He’s loving all of the praise from the crowd while the--admittedly kinda cute--goat guy sinks deeper and deeper into him. After only a minute or so, he’s back on his feet, a pair of lightly kicking paws sinking into his chest as he throws his head back and howls.
...S.cott pants a bit as he sits down on the bench in the locker room. Other guys are talking and chattering as they wait on their turns out on the mats. While the match itself wasn’t too exhausting for the werewolf, pumping a guy down into muscle mass can still be hard work! A.sriel went down fast and easy at least. S.cott looks at the goat skull sitting in his locker now, a trophy of his first victory in the match. He’s hoping to get some more under his belt! He scratches his slightly fuller chest in anticipation, some white fur flaking off as he does.
