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Once again, Katsunishiki faced his opponent down and advanced to the
semifinals. He was going to have his work cut out for him -- his next
opponent was ranked second in Japan only to Butanishiki himself. I was
shaking from the excitement and tension of it all.

As I hopped giddily from toe to toe, I grew aware of the man behind me
pressing himself against me rather more forcefully than necessary,
even in this standing-room-only throng. And as I moved up and down,
I realized I was rubbing up against him... and that there was more and
more I was rubbing against with each movement.

So I stopped, and stood as still as the crowd would let me. I had no
wish to provoke him to anything.

Whether he actually made any effort to control himself, I could not
say, but his swollen member would not subside. and I felt it nudging
my backside through both of our clothes as the remaining quarterfinals
progressed. I was torn with conflicting emotions: I could see his
penis in my mind's eye, sharp, piercing, red and angry. It was as
if he was holding a knife to me, threatening to slit me open if I
resisted.

At the same time, I was in a feverish state of my own, having watched
my dear Katsunishiki triumph twice already in the space of an hour or
two. I felt the wetness that accompanied each triumph, and I knew
this prodding was amplifying the sensation. I almost wondered what
it would be like to share it with someone...

I was starting to understand the songs.

***

The semifinals began, and Butanishiki swiftly dispatched his competetor.
The time had come for Katsunishiki. I stood on my tiptoes to get a
better view of the ring. I found myself resting my buttocks ever so
slightly on the man's bulge behind me. It was starting to feel almost
friendly, as if I were to squeeze a boy's hand in a movie theatre.

The two boars faced each other within the ring, and with the referee's
signal, went at each other, pushing each other backward, each giving
ground, then gaining it back. I watched, transfixed...

...but I could feel a hand slip under my skirt, and slowly advance up
my thigh, even as Katsunishiki advanced on his opponant for what I
could see was to be his final push. There it was, that great heave...

...and his opponant was on his backside, out of the ring; at the same
time, the hand had clutched the hem of my panties. I screamed in
jubiliation at the victory -- he had made it! -- and without thinking,
jumped for joy. At that moment, the hand pulled down as I leapt up,
and when I landed, my panties were at my ankles.

I was alarmed. What was I to do now? There was no way to get help --
Grandfather and the hired hands were busy readying Katsunishiki for the
title bout, and my protector himself was obviously quite preoccupied.
I couldn't take this day away from him.

Could I reach down and pull them back up? I tried to bend my knees,
but with the crowd pressing in from all sides, I couldn't get down
far enough to reach my panties. I resumed my standing position, and
endevoured to bend at the waist, as the announcer and referee resumed
their positions on the dais.

"Ladies and gentlemen, introducing..."

An involuntary gasp escaped my lips. In bending over, I had granted
him perfect access to me, and I felt the head of his penis slip inside.
I blinked in surprise as I felt the tip slide in... it wasn't sharp at
all. It was not going to cut me to ribbons. It merely wanted to be
there, to share its own excitement with me... and perhaps partake of
my own.

As the combatants once again entered the ring, I felt the man behind
me as he moved closer to me; his chest against my back, his hips just
barely touching mine, his warm breath on my neck, but most of all,
the tantalizing touch of his sex in mine.

Once again, the signal was given, Katsu-kun made the first move and
bumped Buta-san backward slightly. At the same time, the man behind
me gave a little push, and advanced within me. Again, I gasped. Now
the two pigs began pushing in earnest. With every push, every step
backward and forward, the penis would advance and retreat ever so
slightly and yet... there was no mistaking the movement. The bout
went on for some time, and as the two boars locked into a clinch,
I could feel him behind me, close enough to drape himself over me;
he was inside of me deeply now, pushing with each movement of the two
competetors. I could feel a fire building up within me, the winding,
the tightening wait for the end. I cried out my Katsunishiki's name.

And he roared to life, standing full on his haunches and shoving at
Butanishiki with all his might. The corporate pig was unprepared for
the ferocity of Katsu-kun's assualt, and was tossed out of the ring
with surprising force. The crowd exulted, cheering the new champion,
and the man behind me was pressed against me so tightly I could hardly
breathe. Then, with an almighty thrust of his own, he emptied himself
into me. I was already quaking from the thrill of victory, and now,
this pulsing thrill filled my self, my soul. My knees locked up, and
in the heat and humanity, I fainted.

***

It couldn't have been long after when I awoke. The crowd, though it
had thinned considerably, was still milling around under the tent.
Grandfather was still nowhere to be seen; of course, from my vantage
point on the sandy floor, I wasn't able to see anyone anyway.

Including the man who'd made love to me...

***

I got less and less of a thrill watching Katsunishiki wrestle my
suitors after that. It was no longer important that he win, after
all; in fact, I started to hope that he'd lose one sooner or later.
But how could I cheer against my darling Katsu-kun?

Ryoga-sama, then, was a godsend, and I can hardly wait; maybe some day,
once we're married, we could re-enact that day, with him filling in
for that other man. But for now... could this be our little secret?
I don't want Ryouga-sama to find out about this. He'll enjoy the day,
when it comes but... he doesn't have to know about this.

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