Dark Arena: Part 3 - Rebellion at Last
#3 of Dark Arena
It didn't come as much surprise to Gabby when two guards came and fetched her. This time, she struggled against them, to the point one had to sedate her momentarily. As much as she wanted to fight the urge to fall asleep, the drug was made too strong for her to fight.
By the time she awoke she was being tossed into an all too familiar place. The smell of blood and sex surrounded her, and the feeling of the hard gravel sand was beneath her. Already the sound of a roaring crowd was at her ears.
She pushed herself to her feet, feeling still a little woozy from before. She looked straight up, and her eyes settled on the Houndoom who had doomed her to this fate again.
"Rex..." she snarled under her breath. Unlike before, she felt such a rage at the sight of him.
"Welcome back to the arena, Gabrielle. The crowd was so pleased by your last performance, they simply demanded an encore." At Rex's words the crowd whooped and hollered. "Ladies and gentlemen, let her be a reminder of what happens to those who tell me 'no!'"
Gabby had to cover her ears to stifle the crowd's roar. Her gaze shifted to Rex's left, where the Absol stood looking mostly apathetic. The appearance of the Absol appeared somehow more familiar, but she didn't know why.
"And now, allow me to introduce Gabby's new opponent. You all know him well, combining amazing speed with clever tricks. The one who'll give Gabby the cold welcome we've been waiting for her to see!" The more Rex ranted, the more the crowd started to cheer, and a distinct name could be heard repeatedly as they chanted "Blitz, Blitz."
A short breeze brushed across her, leaving her fur and skin chilled. Her arms crossed over her bare chest, fearing her nipples firming up from the cold. She looked up, and was rather alarmed to see that her opponent was fairly smaller than her. What stood before her was a Sneasel, baring a vile smirk on his face. Gabby steadied herself, looking back at the one apparently named Blitz with a fire in her stare.
She was thinking she'd just bare it as she did before, until she became numb to this torture. But something burned inside her, and she knew she couldn't just sit back and take this punishment again. All her senses were on full alert, her ears tuned to every sound, her eyes watching sharp.
Blitz inhaled deeply, then blew a cold rush of wind at her, filled with shards of ice that cut at her skin. She held up her arms to protect herself as she tried to run at him, only to stumble back from the force of the wind.
Blitz followed up by jumping in the air, ready to land on top of her, but instead he met with her feet, lifted up to kick him away. He jumped back off them, landing gracefully on his feet with a smirk.
This time, Gabby decided to take the initiative to come at him. She dashed towards him, her legs working quickly. When she was about thirty meters from him, Blitz brought up his arms ready to swipe at her when she got close, but as if in a single step, she wound up with her shoulder in his chest, aiming it with a Quick Attack to knock him back before he could respond.
Blitz fell back, tumbling over a few times before he stopped. Gabby watched and waited, hearing a crowd member cry out in anger at her gaining the upper hand. The crowd started to chant Blitz's name again, and with the support of the crowd, the Sneasel managed to pull himself back up, and stand ready to fight again. The crowd cheered again, and Gabby snarled in frustration.
Blitz charged straight at her, flipping into the air and aiming his heel at her head. She brought up her arms to block it just in time, and pushed him away. Blitz wasted no time assailing her again, only this time, using Agility he ducked behind. With her unable to track his motion, he grabbed her by the tail with one hand, and with his other, he placed the tips of his claws against her slit.
Gabby cried out startled, already feeling the weight of Rex's stare. She saw him, smirking to himself, like he was thinking she was already ready to give up. But then she saw the look on the face of the Absol beside Rex. That stare seemed to burn into her eyes, like the look a child recognizes from a parent telling their child 'You can do better.'
At that moment, something in her just boiled up, and she started blocking out the feeling of those sharp claws starting to press at her clit. She gritted her teeth, and then launched her leg backwards between Blitz's legs.
There was a loud gasp from the crowd as Blitz staggered back, grabbing his crotch, before crumbling over. Gabby turned around, kicked him over, and stamped her foot into his groin, grinding her heel into it, making him groan in agony.
"Not so damn horny now, huh?!" she shouted out, loud enough for the crowd to hear. There was a chorus of boos from the audience, but she ignored it. She bent over Blitz's face, and stared with a fire in her eyes into his. "Tell Rex I'm not going to give him the show he wants."
Blitz nodded rapidly, squealing a high soprano. She took her foot off his crotch, and he shimmied back away from her.
Gabby turned to look back at Rex, smirking in delight at her victory. Rex, though he look displeased, managed a smirk back at her, and the Absol held the same pleased expression she did, which she couldn't help but find odd.
Rex snapped his fingers, and swiftly, the guards came in to fetch Gabby, and drag her back to her cell.
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It wasn't long after returning to her cell that Gabby heard the door into her corner of the dungeon open. She was expecting her meal, but instead, she heard a jingle of keys. The keys clicked into her cell door's lock, and then turned slowly until it clicked open. The door swung open to reveal a strangely familiar sight.
There was the cloaked figure that seemed to be burnt into her memory like a bad dream. The figure stepped in, and lifted its arms and pushed back the hood. Beneath the hood, the familiar face of the Absol was revealed.
Gabby's eyes widened in amazement. "It... it's you!" she cried out.
The Absol stooped close, kneeling down and putting a finger to its lips. "Shh!" was the reply. "No one must know I'm here," was the deep voiced reply.
"What do you want from me? I'm not doing what Rex wants, there's nothing you can do to make me," she answered, still high in volume as if the Absol's warning was completely ignored.
The Absol shook its head. "That isn't what I'm here for. I'm here because I want to help you, because I think you can help us." The Absol slipped the cloak off its shoulders, letting the more shapely body, built by slim, but firm muscles, and a cup size more than enough to answer the question of her gender. She now wore a plain white halter top, gripping snuggly around her chest to restrict the motion of her breasts, and denim shorts that hugged her hips firmly.
"What? Why help me? Aren't you Rex's right hand... umm... woman?" Gabby asked in confusion.
"It would appear so," she answered. "My name is Deyanira. Although I am playing out the role of Rex's subordinate, it is a cover to get close to his operation to leak information to where my allegiance truly lies."
"You're undercover?"
"That's right," Deyanira replied. She moved a little closer, hold out her hand palm up, fingers opened toward Gabby. "It's quite a pleasure to speak to you face to face."
Gabby tentatively reached out, and placed her own hand in Deyanira's. The Absol's hand grasped hers firmly, though not roughly.
"So, why help me?" Gabby asked. "I'm no more special than any other prisoner here, am I?"
"We are trying to help all of you, but you may be more help to us if we can get you out first."
"I don't follow. How can I be helpful?"
Deyanira leaned closer, almost close enough for their noses to touch. "You are stronger than you give yourself credit for. You haven't even learned to tap that strength in you yet. And besides..." Gabby suddenly felt the smooth side of a claw running up from her stomach towards her chest. "I rather fancy you."
Gabby's ears perked up completely, only now aware of how close this woman had gotten. "W... what?"
Deyanira closed that small gap, tipping her head up to kiss Gabby's nose, turning her hand and spreading her fingers to cup the bottom of Gabby's right breast, gripping her hand a little tighter. She squeezed her breast, and leaned lower towards the Umbreon's lips.
Gabby lifted her free hand and pushed Deyanira back, shaking her head. "Stop! I don't even know you! What do you think you're doing?" Despite her unwillingness to submit to the Absol's advance, she found herself flustered despite herself.
"Well, what do you want to know?" She continued, pushing her hand into Gabby's chest and pushing her down onto her back. She leaned over Gabby with a sweet smile, enough to reassure the pinned Umbreon that she truly meant no harm.
"I... don't know..." Gabby answered. She was finding it harder to resist, perhaps because unlike her two arena encounters, this Absol seemed to have more on her mind than just a quick fix. "You... you're too fast..."
Deyanira nodded, and shifted her hands so both rested on Gabby's breasts, kneading her fingers in, careful to keep her sharp claws from harming her. "It's rather hard to resist when you have no clothes on." She leaned down, nosing into Gabby's neck and kissing softly along it.
Gabby's nipples had started perking up, and the soft caresses of Deyanira's lips along her neck made her tremble. "But... the guards..."
Deyanira looked up and smiled. "They won't be here for another three hours, and they don't bother to look inside anyway." She shimmied down Gabby's body, kissing down her chest, over her breasts, and along her stomach as she went. "I only wish, I could have been the first to touch you, to let you feel what passion should really be." Deyanira's hands pushed Gabby's legs apart, and she softly blew across the Umbreon's slit.
Again Gabby trembled, her breathing growing quicker with every touch, every little kiss. Though she was nervous, she wasn't scared this time. She even felt a little flattered by the Absol's words.
"Deyanira... if you must... please go easy," she asked softly.
"Call me Deya if you like," she answered, spreading apart the lips of Gabby's sex with two careful claws. She leaned down, and brushed her tongue across the pink, moist flesh she revealed.
Gabby gripped the ground with her fingers, her hips lifting off the sandy floor of her cell to meet Deyanira's tongue. Her breathing grew louder, to the point she was panting. She felt her tongue drag across her entrance again, and start to push inside her. Her hand reached down, and pressed to the back of Deyanira's head. The deeper she felt her tongue push, the louder she cried out.
Deyanira hummed softly, pressing her mouth to Gabby's sex to press her tongue in deeper, as she began to suck at it to draw the Umbreon's juices into her mouth. Her tongue slid slowly back and forth, pulling the taste out, dragging against Gabby's inner walls to stimulate their nerves.
Gabby wanted to protest, but the pace Deyanira took was slow and tender, and Gabby started to believe that maybe this really wasn't so bad. She stroked along her neck, grinding her sex into Deya's mouth with growing eagerness.
Something caught her eye in the doorway, and she turned to look, only to see Blitz standing there. Gabby stared in shock, embarrassed to be caught like this, and scared by the fact that Deya's cover might be in jeopardy. But before she could speak up to warn her, Blitz dashed forward, and smashed Deya in the back of the head with a club.
Deya cringed at the impact, but immediately slumped over unconscious from the blow. Gabby tried to scramble away, her fear blocking out the instinct to fight back.
"What's the matter? Do you think Rex wouldn't find out? I heard every word of it," Blitz said with a smirk. "This might make for a fun game."
Gabby swallowed hard, fearing for her life, and strangely, fearing for Deyanira's safety as well.