The Gladiator and the Serval
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Wrote this on a livestream. Lots of people wrote in story notes. I wrote up the one I liked the best. Completely subjective and unfair way to pick stories, yes.
Shizu222's story
The roar of crowd echoed through the entire city. Thousands of people filled the stands of the coliseum, shouting and screaming as they watched the combat below.
The sun beat down sharply on the blood-stained sands. In the center of the ring, two gladiators circled each other warily. One limped, bleeding from a cut on his leg. He stumbled and his opponent took the opportunity to lunge forward.
The gladiator twisted, but couldn't avoid the head of the spear. It tore through his leather gauntlet, running through his arm and out the other side. The crowd screamed as crimson flew out the wound. The gladiator dropped, rolling back and forth in pain.
The other fighter stood up straight and dropped his large shield. He pulled off his helmet, revealing a short, blunt muzzle and black fur. The panther raised his helmet over his head and roared as his vanquished opponent clutched at his arm - the spear, heavy and thick, pinned his arm to the ground.
The panther looked up at the center of the coliseum, where the nobility sat. In rich purple robes, the city-state's king held out his white-furred paw. The lion grinned and the crowd roared its approval as the thumb turned downwards.
Without hesitation, the panther picked up his sword. Ignoring the cries of his defeated opponent, the muscular panther raised both arms over his head. He brought the sword down viciously.
His ears rang still as he left the stadium, the crowd's approval long and loud. His heart pumped in his chest, the victory assuring him advancement up the gladiatorial ladder. Soon he'd be on top - the fiercest warrior in the city. Riches and glory would be his.
"Good work, Johros."
The panther stopped and leaned against the brick walls of the tunnel leading back to the gladiator barracks. He smiled at the short fox and took the medallion the vulpine held out for him.
"Your things have already been moved to your new barracks," the fox said. "You know where it is?"
Johros nodded.
"Good. No fighting in the barracks. Your next battle will be in a week. I hope you're ready for it."
The seven-foot panther grinned and headed for his new home. The gladiators were split into four classes. The lower the class, the worse the opponents. Johros had climbed the ranks quickly. He was undefeated, having never even come close to losing.
The panther's thick pelt rippled over his massive body. Huge muscles bulged as he walked, from his broad legs to his visible abs and chest. Gladiators wore only leather gauntlets on their arms and legs with their loincloths. His was purple - the color of royalty.
The feline was popular with the crowds for his indomitable attitude and fearless fighting skills. The nobility were noticing him now and he'd been told the bookies couldn't take bets on him fast enough. Now that he'd advanced another rank, Johros was sure to make even more money - gladiators received cuts from the bookies, the fees from the audience, and gifts from the nobles who promoted and sponsored them.
Johros entered his new barracks and smiled. It was larger than his old place. There were no bunk beds here, just single-level cots with plenty of space around them. He even had a nightstand. The panther handed his sword and shield to an attendant waiting by the door, who took them to the armory. His spear would be there too, he knew.
The panther stretched his arms over his head and grunted, feeling the ache in his body. The fight had not been difficult, but it had taken a while for him to find the weakness in his enemy's defense. Too bad about the thumbs down... that one could have gone far, had he not been unfortunate enough to be paired against Johros.
The panther sniffed. He could smell steam from the next room over and he padded to the door. He smiled hugely at what he saw.
This rank definitely came with perks. No simple showers here, but an entire spa bathhouse. Deep pools of hot water, large shower areas, and attendants in the corners, ready to bring more water, soap, or massage.
The panther stripped off his loincloth and bracers. Fully naked, the massive feline's body flexed and shivered as he stepped into the water. Blood came off his fur, lifted by the hot water, though none of it was his. An attendant came by to retrieve his armor and loincloth, spiriting them away to be cleaned as Johros soaked himself in the spa.
He closed his eyes and smiled, leaning his arms and head back onto the tiles as the currents caressed him. Between his legs, his fourteen-inches of cock floated under the water - the panther's other pride and joy. Everyone in the city knew Johros's preferences - his fearless display of them was one of the reasons he was so popular. It wasn't just anyone who could violate cultural norms so easily.
"Now you're an impressive male," a high-pitched voice said in Johros's ear.
The panther barely cracked his eye to see who was talking to him. His ear flicked in annoyance at the disturbance.
A skinny serval in loose leather rags crouched next to the edge of the pool, staring openly at the panther's maleness.
"Been following your career," he said. "Wondered how long before I found you here. Your opponents are gonna be tougher now. Hope you're ready."
Johros growled and closed his eyes, turning his ears pointedly away from the small feline.
"You've got a good half-foot on any of them, and judging from those muscles, you're stronger, too," the serval said. "I give you pretty good odds."
Johros sunk lower, up to his chin in the pool, wishing the serval would leave him be. He was solitary, enjoying the peace of being alone after a fight. He didn't exactly meditate, but clearing his mind of distractions helped him relax. Being interrupted in these luxurious new surroundings was not helping his mood.
"Of course... hey, where you going?"
Johros growled again as he stood. Water dripped off his massive fame, plastering his pelt to his body and causing each group of well-built muscles to show. His deep abs and thick pecs flexed as he pulled himself out of the hot pool and walked towards the showers, hoping the serval would know enough not to follow him. He wasn't a servant - they stood in the corners, silent, eyes down. What was the small spotted cat doing here?
"I'm Merril," the feline said, trotting along beside Johros. The short, five-foot-four male had to take two steps for each of the panther's. "They let me hang around here. I used to steal from them, but I don't anymore."
Johros flicked his eyes over and down. The skinny cat grinned up at him. White fur covered his narrow chest and smooth, tight belly. His hips flared widely, giving him a feminine appearance. His loincloth pulled up under his tail, riding over a large bubble-butt. Despite himself, the panther found the serval highly attractive - if much too talkative for his tastes.
"They say you don't talk," Merril said. "That's pretty cool. Adds to your mystique and all. Not going to talk until you're the champion, huh?"
Johros grunted and looked ahead towards the shower area, a square room with large white tiles on the floor and walls. Showerheads made of brass trickled steam and water, fed by pumps operated by steam underneath the pool room. Johros stood under the nearest and turned the knob, grinning as he felt the beads of water splash down over his huge shoulders and chest.
The panther felt paws on his cock and glanced down. Merril held the soft, flaccid member in both paws, hefting the weighty shaft. Soft as it was, it was only eight inches long, but thicker than the serval's wrist.
"Wow! It's true what they say, you are a big cat," the short feline said, grinning up at Johros. "Bet you're wondering why they keep me around here. I work for tips and help all you gladiators relax."
Johros raised an eyebrow as the serval's fingers splayed over his thick pink cock, teasing up and down the length. The big panther smiled as his shaft extended, rising upwards slowly, throbbing a little as the small male's experienced paws worked over the dripping wet skin. The panther grunted as he felt his arousal build. Perhaps this was another perk of his new rank. If so, no reason not to take advantage of it.
Merril squeaked as Johros's paw clamped over the back of his head. The panther's paw was huge, able to surround his skull from his ears to the back of his neck. Johros pulled Merril forward, into the stream of water sliding down his chest and belly, and rubbed the serval's short muzzle into his crotch, grinding his heavy nuts into the short male's face. Merril wriggled and tried to pull away, but Johros just growled and tightened his grip. The serval relaxed after a moment and the panther grinned as he heard small purrs from below him.
When Johros pulled Merril's muzzle back, the panther was fully hard. The serval's eyes widened as he realized how big the panther really was. Fourteen inches of shaft jutted into the air, flexing back and forth. The shaft was oval, flat on the top, bulging urethra underneath, about four inches across. The serval licked his lips as he realized the panther's true size. Johros's paw pulled him forward, until the huge pink tip pushed against his lips.
"Mmm! C'mon, you can't be ser-"
Johros growled and extended his claws slightly as he dragged the serval's muzzle down his length. Merril's eyes widened further as he felt his jaw stretch, cheeks bulging. Only five or six inches of the shaft would fit inside his muzzle. There was no way the head could go down his throat - the cock was almost as thick as his neck. That didn't seem to bother Johros, though, who was used to getting what he wanted by now. What he wanted now was a tight, hot muzzle around his cock.
Merril's fingers grasped the huge length of the panther's cock and stroked it firmly as he bobbed his muzzle. Johros swung his hips, pumping slowly as he leaned forward, arms out, palms flat to the tiled wall. Hot water ran down his backside and over his tail, washing away the last remnants of his opponent's blood as his cock pulsed inside the serval's muzzle.
Merril gasped and choked on the length. Johros was not kind - the panther approached sex much as he approached fighting. The huge black-furred paw descended again, forcing the serval down until the head plugged up the back of his throat. Wriggling in his soaked scraps of clothing, his six inch shaft hard, Merril struggled to hold himself together as the panther held himself deep in his muzzle.
Finally, after Merril's vision turned red at the edges, Johros pulled back. The serval came off the huge cock with a wet pop and gasped, coughing up thick pre-cum. He leaned back against the tiles, out of the flow of water, and stared in shock at the panther's maleness, rubbing his throat with both paws.
"You gotta be more careful with that thing!" he said, panting hard. "Jeez, you're definitely champion in the cock department. None of these other guys can hold a candle to you."
Johros grinned. The serval thought he'd finished based on the amount of pre-cum he'd swallowed. Just like the opponent's in the gladiator ring who'd assumed that, because of his size, he was slow and heavy, Merril underestimated his stamina.
The serval gasped as huge paws gripped him, pulling his clothes away and throwing them to the wet floor. Holding the cat by the scruff of the neck, Johros dragged him across the tiles, naked and clutching his wrist, and tossed him into the hot pool nearest them.
Merril emerged from the surface, spluttering and coughing.
"What's the big idea? What was that for? C'mon, this ain't funny!"
Johros ignored his complaints as he settled himself into the pool, sitting on the bottom, legs spread slightly. He grabbed at Merril and turned him around. The serval gasped as he was dunked under the water. Johros frowned. He forgot how short the cat was.
The panther shifted onto the bench built into the pool. His shoulders and chest out of the water now, he was also high enough up that Merril came up from underneath, coughing and spluttering all over again. He sat on Johros's lap, legs spread over the bigger feline's thighs, with Johros's cock jutting up against his own, bobbing in front of his belly and chest. Johros's hips were underwater, as was half of his massive cock.
"Oh, you cannot be serious," Merril said.
Johros grinned as he lifted the serval into the air, above his flexing cock. The skinny male weighed next to nothing, even soaking wet, and Johros's paws could reach all the way around his slim waist. The panther growled hotly as he watched Merril's large rump flex over the tip of his cock. The serval's legs kicked before finding the panther's thighs - he half-stood on the big gladiator's lap as Johros dragged him down.
"Ooooh, this isn't... oh, wow..."
Merril babbled as he felt the thick tip slide under his tail. Johros, tired of all the noise, wrapped his huge arm around the serval's muzzle, then used his other paw to pull the feline down. His huge cock head popped in roughly and Merril bit the panther's arm.
Johros growled as those sharp little teeth pricked his skin, but he didn't stop dragging Merril down over his cock. The serval's legs bent, toes splaying over his thighs, as he was pushed down, taking inch after inch of the panther's immense maleness. Merril's legs spread, knees to the sides, cock spurting between them, as Johros pumped his hips upwards.
The small feline bit his arm even harder, eyes closed and muzzle wrinkled, growling into the panther's thick black fur. Merril's belly bulged as nearly a foot of the panther's cock stuffed inside him. Johros groaned as he felt the last few inches cram inside. He hadn't been with such a tight, small male since he was very young, when his cock had been a mere nine inches. The skinny feline's round bubble-butt pushed down into his thighs.
Merril was crouched on Johros's lap. The serval's knees bent to his chest, toes and claws digging into Johros's thighs. His six-inch cock pumped pre-cum as the panther lifted him up a few inches, then dragged him back down, hilting him all over again. Merril's paws battered the panther's arms and sides as his muzzle turned and twisted, trying to get away from the huge, muscular arm holding him down. Johros purred deeply, sending vibrations through the small male, and reached between Merril's legs. He stroked the serval's erection as he pumped his hips, using long, deep strokes.
The pent-up panther didn't need long, not after the warm tongue-bath he'd gotten earlier. The hot water churned around him as he squeezed Merril even tighter and humped upwards hard. His cock let loose inside the feline, filling his guts with hot panther seed. Johros pulled his bleeding arm away from the serval's muzzle.
"Oooooh, fuuuuuuuuck!"
Merril reached up and back, paws going to Johros's head, pulling on the panther's ears and fur roughly as he took shot after shot of thick feline cum up his painfully stretched rump. Johros just smiled and purred as he listened to the serval's gasps and moans. Cum floated on the water all around them, swept away by the currents.
The gladiator felt a splash of warmth in his paw and leaned over, watching as Merril's cock erupted, painting his pink paw pads white. The serval's cock flopped into the water when he released it, though the small male wriggled and squeezed around him, panting hard and gasping every time Johros so much as breathed.
The panther teased his claws down the small male's skinny chest and belly, teasing his fingers over the wet pelt and black circles in the golden fur. Merril leaned back against him, legs taut, still bent at the knees, but he did retract his claws from Johros's skin.
"Oh my Gods," Merril gasped, growling as his belly rippled, rump squirting out thick cum around the huge feline cock stuffed inside. "I can see why you're winning so much. Take no prisoners."
Johros grinned and leaned down to lick between Merril's ears. When his hips began to thrust again, however, Merril let out a quavering howl of pleasure.
"Oh, you CANNOT be SERIOUS!" he gasped. "Again? So soon?"
Johros grinned and nipped Merril's twisting ear. The serval had no idea.
As he thrust upwards again and again, flooding the small cat's guts three more times before pulling out, Johros thought about his upcoming fight. No doubt he'd have a chance to study his opponent's fighting style. Maybe Merril knew something about it.
The huge panther smiled as the skinny cat flopped backwards against him, panting and moaning, completely exhausted, with a pudgy belly and barely twitching tail. Johros's cock flexed over the serval's as it stretched out across the cream-colored fur.
Johros carried Merril with him out of the tub and laid him out on his cot, letting the feline recover. Johros, for his part, felt more relaxed than he had in ages. His cock twitched, and he glanced at Merril, then decided against it. The silent panther headed for the gym instead. Perhaps a good workout would relieve the last of his tension. And if that didn't work, there was always Merril.
Advancing a rank brought many perks, Johros thought, smiling. No reason not to use them all.
FIN