Your name is Echleet and you are a sexy, female bat anthro with C-cup tits who is packing a little extra something between your legs. At thirteen inches in length, your cock might not seem to big of a threat but it can easily stretch to accommodate it's meals. Your ballsac is the size of a pair of large oranges, but these too can easily stretch to accomdate your victims. You are covered in a very light coating of black fur, and running along the underside are a stretchy membrane that also serves as your wings; allowing you to fly. Your opponents often assume you'll come flying at them to shove them down your cock; but in reality your strategy is much more devious.

You are capable of sending out a sonic pulse, undetectable by most ears, that affects the brain that makes your prey want to submit to you. This is how you hunt, and this is also how you win your battles. Cock vore fights aren't just a test of strength and cock; they are a battle of will and self control. Lusts and desires run rampant in a fight, and even the most veteran of cock fighters knows the pleasures of slipping down a nice cock. If your opponent wants to throw his or her self down your cock, you've already one half the battle. That's where your seductive voice and feminine charms come in, to push them over the edge so that you can send them down your fleshy tube and into your balls; where they will become a heaping helping of cum.

Once you've finished sighing in, you hand it to the fox and he gives you your pass. You blow the fox a kiss and then walk into the stadium. As you walk in, there is a large screen that depicts the match-ups which is constantly being updated. It looks like your match will be in twenty minutes against a male mouse. That should certainly be fun; mice are one of your favorite prey while hunting. You like to plant your mouth over the entrance of their dens and then unleash your sound waves, letting the whole family scamper out of the safety and right into your stomach. Mice families can be quiet big; you once had twelve of the tasty little buggers scamper down into your belly. You were so bloated that you couldn't fly; and it took nearly two whole days to digest them enough so you could fly back to your cave.

Since you have some time to kill, you look around and see if their is anything exciting you could get up too. You notice a lovely vixen with an hourglass figure looking around with wonder; a yellow spectator pass in hand. She's got a nice rack, at least double-d, and her ass is plump and inviting. You wouldn't find having a bit of fun with her before your match. Who knows, maybe you could make her a fan and pump your opponent into her after your first match. You'd certainly love to see that flat belly of hers bulge with the sheer amount of spooge cock voring another person produces. However, if you have too much fun with her beforehand you might not be mentally prepared for your match, so maybe you should just focus getting ready and save the fun stuff for later.