“Why is this a sport?” Theo sighed, leaning against the guardrail, looking down at the staged arena below. The crowds were already getting rowdy with anticipation, and who could blame them? Watching two near naked women about to wrestle around for other peoples enjoyment was a spectacle few horny college students wouldn’t appreciate.

There were many ways to pass the time in between classes, only three of which guaranteed a monetary income. There were a few others, less lucrative, ways to earn an extra clit or two if absolutely necessary.

The first, and by far the most enriching, was to enroll in expeditions. Sadly they were few, and far between, much to Theo’s frustration.

The second was to work at the universities ‘Gentlemans Club’. Men could act as bartenders, servers, and hosts. Women, on the other hand, found work as server girls, and dancers, primarily. The amount one could make entirely depended on how far one was willing to go. The more scandalous the attire, the more salacious there willingness, the more they could make. Some of the employees easily made a killing.

In truth, only a fraction of the workers there went that far, and officially, campus guidelines forbade lewd acts. Regardless…it was an open secret that one could get a nice blowjob from the lamia girl who always worked on Wednesdays. Or, one could enjoy a private booth with the twin Redever girls that worked on Friday, if you were willing to slide them a dozen clits. There was also a well endowed beauty that was always sweet to anyone who tipped her well on weekends, and for three clits, she would spend the night with you.

Theo only knew all of this through rumors, of course.

The third way to make a small fortune, was to compete in intramural sports. The most popular of which, was foxy boxing.

The rules were simple; the uniform was final, and no magic was allowed. As such, wolfkin seemed to do best, with their natural athleticism. Humans could naturally keep up with them, pound for pound, and Lamias were great at grappling, and binding their opponents. Redevers were much tougher than everyone else, but that endurance didn’t translate over to brute strength. Vampires and elves were fast and agile, often having to weave around their opponents, rather than taking them on directly.

Theo had toyed with the idea of competing in intramural sports, at least to make a bit of extra money. Swimming, archery, marksmanship, and even rugby all appealed to him. When it came to boxing however, he wasn’t the biggest fan. It wasn’t that Theo didn’t mind the idea of competing in a actual arena, going toe to toe in an real fight. The problem was, these fights restricted all magical arts. He wasn’t permitted to use his shadow magic.

So here he was, watching the intramural boxing match from the gallery. All because his roomie just had to watch his girlfriend in the ridiculous boxing uniform. Marci waved to them from her corner of the ring, her hands wrapped in tape, and her chest about to spill out of her tube-top mesh shirt.

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The previous fight was between a sophomore vampire girl, who was quite flexible, and a senior elf, who was remarkably agile herself. The two of them boxed, sharing jabs with the occasional uppercut, for several rounds before the vampire girl landed hard on the mat.

Theo couldn’t help but find that matchup interesting, two lithe opponents who were naturally gifted to be agile, having to compete without magic to aid their efforts. The vampire girl sweated through her clothes towards the end, while the elf girl ended up topless, her heavy breasts bursting free from her loosening top.

When that happened the amphitheater lit up with cell phone flashes, causing the elf girl to fluster with embarrassment. There was a moment when her opponent might’ve been able to turn the table, but even a couple seconds of distracted shame wasn’t enough for the vampire to get back on her feet to finish the fight.

Theo couldn’t help but laugh, seeing Mike gaze at the naked elf. He didn’t take any pictures, but Theo was sure he would be rubbing one out later with her in mind. Even with Marci now ready to fight, garbed in her exotic uniform, Mike seemed flustered.

A wolfkin girl stood ready for the match across from her. She stood tall, with washboard abs, and taught muscles aligned neatly with her curvy figure. Her cream colored skin contrasted Marci’s darker flesh tone. Blue hair flowed down her shoulders, and fur ran down the length of her back, meeting a canine tail that explored a range of colors. Long perky ears were bent low, likely in response to the roaring crowd.

They each wore thin stockings, a see-through mesh gown, and a rather tight tube top around their busts.

“Come on, you know why it’s a sport?” Mike recovered from his earlier embarrassment. Straitening his shoulders, and offering a cheer for his girlfriend, Mike seemed slightly less flustered.

The match was about to start, the lights were dimming around the stadium, as the spotlight focused on the main event. “Not that I don’t like seeing girls squirming their tops off, but…I’m not sure how I feel about them actually fighting each another.” Theo grimaced as the bell rang, Marci slithered with grace to close the distance between herself and her wolfkin opponent.

The other girl leapt to the side, knowing full well she needed to avoid Marci’s serpentine body. The match would be short, Theo knew, either the wolfkin girl would knockout Marci first, or Marci would grapple her to the ground, squeezing her until blacking out.

Either way, it wouldn’t take long.

Marci had reach, and she had flexibility. Her opponent only had brute strength going for her. Theo watched as Marci managed to coil around the wolfkin quickly, and assumed that would be it. His attention was peaked, however, when he saw her opponent break her arm free from Marci’s grasp, and landed a blow to her face.

Suddenly the two began rolling around the stage, each struggling to contain the other, as their clothes slipped free.

“I don’t know whether to be worried, or aroused?” Mike gasped, watching the spectacle.

Theo bit his lip, noticing his roomie’s girlfriends bare tits for the first time. He turned away, his face feeling warm. “I’m going to get some popcorn. Want some?”

Mike didn’t hear him, his attention stolen.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Theo strolled away. The crowds applauded as more clothes were likely ripped off. I really need to get laid, but this is going too far. Theo grimaced, hearing another punch land, even over the sounds of the cheering crowd.

Up further in the stands, a small Redever girl hid amongst the pact onlookers. Her attention was solely fixated on Theo. She hadn’t come for the match, and now that she saw that he was walking away, Lorelei was eager to follow.