Tournament Fees

"I happen to know a way to make money, in very short order."

Participation had in the past been a simple matter of invitation - a letter, an email, or a personal visit by the organizers, all depending on one's stature, and then simply showing up.

Evidently, with the economy in the state it was in, hard times had fallen upon the King of Fighters tournament as well. While invites certainly still were sent out, the hopefuls who showed up would quickly find themselves staring down lengthy paperwork to sign, and, most crucially, a rather hefty fee for signing up.

Few were prepared for the sudden change, and even fewer still had been so ill prepared as Mai Shiranui. Her rampant pursuit of Andy had gotten her into trouble more than a few times, and as she'd rushed across the nation without much thought, she'd found herself standing outside the tournament grounds, unable to join at all.

"Rather, I know a place, for such things."

Her zeal had once more gotten the better of her so, in that moment, she listened to Geese Howard's words.

That was four days ago. The walls of the brothel were thin, and so her voice intermingled with the others plying their trade, her two lovers unabashedly lending their deeper tones to the chorus as well. The man before her used her cleavage like a tool, a toy, utterly bent on his own pleasure as his thick, engorged member pushed back and forth between her sensitive pillows. Seed ran in streams down her inner thighs, and as the man behind her grew even more earnest in his thrusting, Mai's face seemed permanently flushed a shade of red that almost matched that of her tournament clothes.

"Fat fucking ass..." The man behind her grunted, and though the pearls leaking from the member before her was a distraction, Mai felt her lips purse from the comment.

"M-my butt is not-"

She was cut off by his sudden climax, the motion of their love-making ceasing save for a spasmodic twitching on his behalf - the man at her front doubling his efforts in response to it, seemingly spurred on by her wide-eyed, excited expression.

"Want me to-... to paint that pretty little whore face of yours?" He grunted, knees spreading wide as he thrust upwards without abandon between her breasts. All she could do was nod, silently, her breath caught in her chest as she marveled at the jets of seed hitting her insides, just like she had so many times over the past few days.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that she'd covered the tournament cost on day one. It didn't seem to matter much in the moment.

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Angle 1:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/modernpowerfulbinturong

Angle 2:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/hideousmuddygilamonster

Angle 3:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/handytrustworthystoat

Angle 4:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/notedlightslatebluehuemul

Angle 5:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/amusingrottengerenuk

Angle 6:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/plasticajarmite

Angle 7:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/animatedexemplarysunfish

Angle 8:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/forestgreenchiefarcticfox

Downloads:
EDIT (Small file size. Sony vegas editing. Small quality hit. Sound)
RAW (Large file size. Raw render. No sound)

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Monday Loop featuring the ever lovely Mai Shiranui. It was high time for her to make a debut in a Blender animation, I found, so here she is. Hope you enjoy it :)

Thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words! Through the fire and flames we carry on.

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH