Heat Games; Sloppy Seconds
Heat Games, a sub-network of KTN (Kobold Television Network); producers of such fine games as 'Master's Horde', 'Warren Stories', and the ever popular 'Chase Night'. Here is a re-broadcast of their most popular show to date...
Heat Games came about due to the work of Shmoopsy. I was, shall we say, very inspired by his series. Please, give the guy some credit - it's because of him that I even wrote this. This is a fan work, but, it's also my own take on things. Thank you, Mr. Shmoopsy, and I hope this lives up to your standards.
Heat games found here: http://www.sofurry.com/view/294727
Admittedly, life had not changed much for the girl, Falina.
Standing under the heat of a scouring shower, built to blast the day off scales and leave one invigorated, the brown scaled kobold enjoyed her few quiet moments she had to herself. Water sprayed off of her small horns, and across the ridge of her brown snout, leaving the scales tingly from the pressure. Her body, lithe, gave a small turn, and she raised her hands over her head, letting the muscle stretch off of her lean frame. Like a lizard, she had no breasts, and wide hips, built to lay eggs, broad, powerful feet and a stiff tail that bounced as she ran. She had done plenty of running, and even some egg laying, in her time. Usually, one lead to the other, she mused, and closed her eyes.
Life had not changed much, no. Not since being on the show; "Chase Night" anyway. Five strangers had run her down, and the cameras watched. Five strangers chased her during her first heat, and ran her for almost twenty five minutes through a forest. The woods had been cold, but her blood was hot, and her scent had made them wild. They ran her down, feet from the goal, and pinned her, and fucked her. Raped her. Bred her. Taught her, above all, her place when her heat came, her place, as a female when the egg time was upon her.
Five strangers, who walked away with ten thousand dollars each; while she had been left to pant and writhe under the crew and the host, who had used her for another day and a half before her heat had settled down, and her belly had grown with eggs. The crèche had welcomed her to deliver there, and life had returned to normal, though a few lewd stares had followed her now and then in her city. Of course, when one is a contestant on the second most popular show on television, and is fucked live, one has to do with it as one will.
Finishing the shower, Falina gave her tail a few shakes and dried herself off on one of the many towels available, and wrapped herself up. Peering into the mirror, the brown scaled girl gave herself a grin, then trotted over to bed, to sprawl out and curl around a pillow, and watch at her screen. A few hours to sleep, a lot of hours unconscious, and the day would start again. Maybe she'd work on one of her reports, get it in before her boss bit her. She smiled faintly, the old fart wasn't too bad, at least he didn't bug her about the show. It'd been almost four years.
Idly, she flicked the television on, letting her thoughts cycle.
"You are watching KTN-E; Kobold Television Network, Entertainment, home of your favorite shows." The screen flickered, showing images, stills of the different shows that were hosted. "Chase Night", stills of girls running, sucking, bent over, screaming their release. She even caught a picture of herself, her backside high and dripping with pearl white spunk, before another climbed her back. "Master's Horde", a game where a quiz and challenge show, where contestants answered many questions and ran a gauntlet, trying to get to the treasure chamber and their reward of twenty thousand dollars; winners got money, losers had to deal with the master of the Horde, by becoming a part of it.
"Next up, an interview with the host of the 'Heat Games' network! Credits rolled, she had caught the end of Chase Night, and watched as a young green scale was taken two at a time, front and back. A re-run, the girl had tripped up at the end and her rump had been presented. No male could resist the sight and scent, and she had moaned her fingertips close to the line. But, pierced, she was viciously bred, and her heat sated. It was beautiful to watch. Fal's fingertips ran together over her belly. She remembered.
"Welcome to "Meet the Host"." A studio, warm and peaceful, flashed on the screen. There, the host of "Chase Night" sat, holding a cup of tea; he was an older gentleman, he was in fine, fit condition, and wore his three piece suit that he was always known for. His scales were well tended, and his snout slightly open in a smile. He never lost that smile, even when a girl was on her knees in front of him. Falina knew this personally. "Tonight is a very special guest. Thank you for taking your time out to meet with me, Loftwyn."
"Pleasure is mine, my friend." Loftwyn, often just known as 'The Host', sat comfortably, facing the female kobold that was his own host. "It's been a busy schedule with sweeps week coming up soon, but, I always have time for you."
"You've been the host of Chase Night for ten years, and run other games, such as "Masters Horde", and "Taming the Fire", and have been the host of this network for twenty five years. How do you find the energy to always keep running between the shows?"
"Simple. I have the support of my fans behind me." He laughed, and it was a strong sound. He knew how to play the cameras, being the long expert on it. "And, I have excellent crews who find new, and interesting, contestants for me night after night. They drive me on, and I simply love what I do. According to the ratings, so does the audience at home."
"The theme of all the shows seems to be about female submission. Do you have a response to the charge of misogyny by several groups?" The hostess asked, sipping her water as she awaited an answer. Her face gave nothing away, leaving her a mystery to most people. It made for good answers, and better questions.
"Of course." Loftwyn spoke, softly patting the chair arm. "To some, it may seem as such. Indeed, I'm a large fan of seeing a female being bred, as are most of our viewers, but that's not misogyny, that's simple nature. Those who make the charge are both unfamiliar with having to face estrus, and with our legal team, who makes sure the contestants are mentally and physically capable of performing, and consent to the show, knowing what can happen. Each of the girls, and even the gentlemen on "Horde", know the risks when they sign the papers. They can back out at any time before the show starts, without penalty."
"So it's about consent?" The hostess questioned.
"It's always about consent. I would never allow a contestant who was not entirely willing. Some will charge that being in heat, they cannot consent properly, but to me, that's an excuse. Sure, it's difficult to control, but not impossible, and the contestants contact us before their heat time. All I do is provide entertainment. If one does not like the subject, there are other stations. We do not dominate the air waves because we do not have challenge."
"So with sweeps coming up, can you give us a hint of what to expect?"
"Of course!" Loftwyn gave as a grin, and gestured in a familiar way, towards the screen behind him. On it came several stills. "We are proud to provide a few sneak peeks for your audience. We have a special show prepared, for past contestants who were voted 'most favorite'. For "Chase Night", it's going to be a second chance for some several ladies who lost the game, but won favor in the eyes of the audience. Our teams are working around the clock to make sure it's the best we have. It'll be 'Chase Night; Second Heat' edition, though a few have crudely called it 'Sloppy Seconds'. "
A chuckle.
"The stakes will be higher. A hundred and fifty thousand dollars if one can reach victory, and redeem themselves as winners in the history of the show. Of course, losing has a higher price too - not only are there going to be ten males, losing will involve a lot more than being bred on television. I won't give it away, but, I think this will be a very talked about show." The phone rang, and Falina jumped, bumping her head against the headboard of her bed and nearly skittering off the edge. Panting, she gripped at the phone and muted the television, while a soft voice spoke up on the other end.
"Ms. Falina Ophen?" Agreement to who she was, Falina heard the voice continue. "I'm with 'Heat Games' and we'd like to have you back for a show, if you'd be interested..."
The limousine was rather comfortable. Plush, big, roomy, the kobold lass felt dwarfed by the size - but loved the plushness of the cushions. Across from her, Loftwyn sat, sipping at a glass of tea. It smelled like mint, oddly enough. Good scent. A camera was on in every corner, getting a good view of the two, as they talked, as he interviewed.
"Falina. It is good to see you again." The older gentleman spoke, while offering a hand over to her. His smile was genuine, everything about him felt genuine. He even remembered her name. "And I'm glad you agreed to come back to the show. You were a highlight for a month after the show was on - and that means a lot of fans. I expect that you'll be well remembered after this show." She flushed, but nodded quickly. He stroked her leg as he leaned forward, touching with his claw tips. She was naked - the rules were simple about that. A female could not wear clothing on the show - it would titillate the audience, and give them something to hope for.
"I'm glad to see the eggs took as well; you've made some people very happy people, and helped meet the quota for the crèche. You are a good breeder, you know that?" There was no leer as he said it, he didn't need to be so crude. "Said they were hatched and the young bore no sign of who the father was. Brown through and through, two males and two females, good and healthy."
She nodded. She kept tabs, but, kobolds were not a family oriented species. No, gender was unimportant, and contact was everywhere, so it wasn't needed all the time. Females laid eggs, the crèche and crèche wardens guarded the young, raised them up, and set them to their own things. Relationships were, while not rare, not exactly common either.
He leaned back, a hand on his thigh. His eyes were dark, deep, and soft. Handsome.
"Tell me, Falina, do you regret being on the show? Of what happened that night?"
"No." She said, after a moment. Her heat had ended. She went home after being checked over, and slept it off. The next day, she'd been propositioned, and invited to parties, work talked about her, and she even was approached by one of her managers. She blew him. She'd blown a number of guys in her time. She had an active sexual life, and one hell of an introduction. She had been at parties that ended up in mating circles. No, if she hadn't gone, she'd have ignored her heat, until a male couldn't control himself and raped her. This way, she got it out of her system, and she could control the need, and even use it, even without her heat on her. "No. I regret nothing about it. I had fun with it."
"That's what it's about. Now, I know you aren't on your heat, but we've got medication to deal with that. The rules will be the same as before; if you can make it through the course without your sex being seeded, you'll win the prize. But if you lose, the ten males get to share the prize, and you'll be kept busy for a long while, until they are sated. You know how long that can go."
She rubbed her legs together slowly. Oh, yes, she was well aware. She had walked funny for almost a week, as they'd pulled a train on her... and invited camera guys, sound techs, the host...
"Yes I do."
"And, there is a consequence of failure. Given you do not have a virginity to surrender, you'll have to offer something else to make the prize all the more valuable. So we've got a contract for you." He rolled it out. She'd gone over it with a lawyer, and already signed a copy of it for records. It'd been a doozy of a thing, and indeed, the contract was a lot heavier than the ones from before. "It states, to paraphrase, if you win, you get the money, if you lose... you sign away the next ten heats to the show and, you'll belong to which ever male pins and penetrates you first. He will be given use of you for one year, as well as a twelve month supply of Oestril."
Indeed. That was the shocker. Win big, or go home as someone's property. With training included, of course.
She was given a pen, and she signed it, before the camera lights dimmed.
"Are you ready for this, Falina?" He asked, not the host, but the kobold. She found her hand was shivering, as she was asked that question. She looked down at it, then up at him. A slow nod was offered, before she looked up at him. Oh how he smiled - this was going to be a fun night, no matter what happened.
He looked out the window; a good thirty minutes travel time was before them, before they got to the stage area. He cracked a bit of a smile, and looked over at her. Her eyes were soft and gentle - she was not a hard soul, and he hoped this wouldn't change if she lost. He mused, biting on the pen end, before reaching up to cup her cheek.
"Falina." He murmured. "You really did wonderful the first time. I'm quite glad I got to meet you." He stroked his fingertips up to the side of her face, and then cupped the back of her head. He leaned forward gently, as she touched his arm. He was smiling; his scent was good, strong. The Oestril was already taking affect, and she was feeling the tingling start. Damn the medication was good.
He licked his snout. His eyes flickered along her body, touching strategic points. He was already being affected by the faint hormones in the air, coming from all the right places.
He pulled forward and she complied, sinking to kneel in front of him. He said nothing else as he lowered a hand to his pants and undid the button, to let his growing erection free into the air. She needed no further words, as he leaned back, legs spread, sac heavy.
No, she needed no further words...
Tail high she sprinted. A suburb, housing to the left (props), and pavement around, she knew she had to go through. The benefits were that it would be an easy run, perhaps four kilometers at most. The down side, there would be less cover. She winced, feeling a small cramp in the back of her shin, and crouched near a hedge, which provided small visual guard against the two she had seen, a red and a green male. They had not spotted her, as told by fact she didn't have one pinning her at the moment. She could wait - or she could run. Both held risks. A peek through the hedge, they were following her scent.
The Oestril worked fast.
Her heart raced faster than it had before, and her eyes closed. She had to focus. She wanted to pull herself out, present her flanks, feel the nameless, breathless pleasure of being rutted. No, she shook out, letting a shiver pass as she struck herself on the snout - trying to clear the red fog that tingled through her thoughts. She was hot, her skin was tight, her vulva clenched despite herself. A cold breeze made her dampness tingle and ahh, more, she wanted to...
She felt dizzy, and ducked, moving through the grass along the edge of the hedge, and dared a glance around a corner. It looked clear.
"I smell the bitch." One growled. Twenty meters away, his voice was light, and his erection was throbbing, leaking his potency. Her tongue hungered to tend to him. No! She shook herself out and ducked again, slinking low and tail stiff, arched at the root. It'd stay arched until the drugs left her, or her heat was sated. "She's close. Scout!"
The green was closer. Her head rushed; a scream of blood and heat that sent her claws to trembling. She ducked low and slid forward, claws making no noise in the grass. Her tail quivered and thighs bunched, her adrenaline beginning to surge, telling her to run. But no, she fought, held it down. Her eyes gleamed at the camera over head, and she snarled at it, like a feral dragon at an unwanted intruder.
She wanted to be watched. Every heated female wanted the clan to know she was eager and ready, doing her duty. The survival of all knew she had to lift and present and fill obligations...
He was walking away, and the mad scent of aroused male no longer burned her snout. Her eyes closed and she pushed the thoughts away, and crept forward, slowly slinking to the edge of the hedge surrounding a large yellow house. That was close. Her tail slid across pavement as she turned her head to watch the backs (and backsides) of the males, then down. Low, hunched, she slunk forward, then dashed madly to the cover of another hedge, across the way. Her body shuddered in the white chill of fear.
A fortune would be hers, if she made it. A fortune. It would solve so many problems. Her heart thundered in her breast. Behind the hedge, her back pressed against the green and brown plant, and her eyes alit on a tag - sticking out and laminated. She fumbled for it and pulled it out - the image on it a lewd outline of a kobold on her knees, tending a male. Her first - and there would be three other cards out there. Double the reward and risk, double the chances, she had been told. On the back was writ, clearly: "Redeemable at capture; Fellatio".
Tying it around her wrist, she gripped the card and sprinted through, departing the scent of the two virile males. They were still suitors, and an itch at the back of her skull, at her brain and tail root told her to go back, but she fought it, and let her legs pump.
She had hope. She could make it.
And then she found the world spinning, as hands grabbed her from the bush, and she was flung into the grass. She bounced and rolled, gasping for air, as a black male slid up behind her, his turgid arousal against her flanks.
"Hello, Falina." He hissed against her neck, and his tongue flicked her ear. He was hard, and thick, and rubbed against her. Her body spasmed with fire and release, an orgasm rippling through and cresting across her belly and abdomen and thoughts and everything at once in a wild spiral of her ancient song. She felt so good, so hot, so tingly, so warm, she belonged here... "A card, for me?"
Her body shook as he slid around, pressing against her snout. Her nostrils flared as she drunk in his scent, the masculine orbs against her lips as she began to lick. He offered no complaint, as he tore the card from her wrist. She knew what to do - and she relished. She had practice.
"Let's give the audience at home a show, hm?"
"Falina. It's good to see you." Sitting back on black leather, Falina smiled for the cameras, and held a glass of water in hand - already laced with the drug. She didn't taste it yet. "You look well!"
"Thank you, Loftwyn, I've been doing my best to improve my life. The show really helped." Well, it had. It helped her land a job, in a round-about way, and she did feel better about life after having laid. And getting laid.
"Good, good. Well, as a special guest on this special edition of Chase Night, we wanted to catch up with you. By vote, you were the top contestant that people talked about - and on our home-page..." The screen flashed, on the bottom, the address to chase-night.kob, "Your episode is one of the top rated, most viewed experiences. Nothing like watching a kobold getting her tail lifted and dripping."
And in the corner, her first rutting played out. She still felt the tingles in her gut as she watched it. Maybe it was the pheromones in the drink. Maybe it was the fact she had wrapped her mouth around Loftwyn's dick not fourty five minutes ago. She could still taste his sperm in her mouth, and her gut felt warm for it.
"You are already properly garbed. Now, for rules changes, being this is the 'Second Chase' edition, there are a few alterations for the folks at home. More runners. How about we meet them?"
The screen darkened, she wasn't viewed. A pre-recorded segment, this would take ten minutes before she would be filmed again. It was easier the second time, without the tingles of nervousness. Of course, having a couple of years distance between youth and now helped too, she knew.
They were handsome gents - she could see the screen playing to the side. Each stood nude, displaying themselves and talking about their desires and hopes - they were cast as savage breeding males, and they would live up to it. Most were above average between their legs - and she had to cross hers to avoid making herself damp. God, she'd already had one dose before - it was taking effect already.
"And now the differences." The cameras were on again. She was dizzy from the medication, but it would pass shortly. "If you win, you get One Hundred and Fifty Thousand. If you lose..."
A video played. She had signed the contract after stripping out of robes they had handed her. They knew how to play up the entirety of creating tension and drama to the hilt.
"Your next ten heats will belong to the Heat Games network, to use as they see fit, and the first male to vaginally penetrate and seed you will retain ownership of you for one year." And she signed it.
How odd that felt.
How odd that felt. Her mouth tingled, as he grunted, loud and heavy. His hands held her under the chin and against the back of the head, and his balls contracted in his tight scrotum. He gave a low growl, and surged forward, while her tongue wrapped and held him close. He hadn't lasted long, perhaps five minutes, before he gave the signs, and her eyes rolled back with the tingling returning to her.
His seed shot across her tongue, and long ropes of it splashed the roof of her mouth, her teeth, the back of her throat. He held her head down and shuddered a second, third, a sixth time, feeding her the wetness of his loins without fear or shame. And he cuddled her snout down, leaving her to want to rest there, except knowing that she'd be caught if she didn't get up and go.
"Thanks." The black scaled male laughed, pulling his half-limp cock out of her mouth and sitting with a thump of his flanks on the grass. A line ran his shaft to her lips, and she, without thinking, licked it off of his glans, and then nodded. She felt less fearful, she knew she wanted to be caught. Looking up from him, she gazed at one of the ubiquitous cameras overhead, and opened her mouth - his cum drooling across her snout and hanging in ropes from the roof.
And then her mouth closed and opened again, her throat giving a spasm as she gave a lewd, wet swallow. Ahh, how it was a bitter delight, making her gut tingle. Down, she looked to the male, and gave a coy smile, then darted away, leaving him chuckling.
The suburbs changed, from housing to city streets. Her next destination would be up into a building, and towards the roof - where the line would be, to signal her survival. Her stomach sloshed with her meal, and she suppressed a grin, trying to focus. She was drunk on pheromones and need. She had to clear her head. Into the building, she ducked, looking through the hall. It was dark and closed, leaving her to rely on her sensitive tunnel senses. It was mostly empty.
The cameras would be night vision now. A green light flicked in the dark, tracking without revealing - showing it all. She smiled up at the camera, then slunk low, moving through the dark, with only instinct to guide her. Now was the hard part.
Three in the suburbs, one tag found; there would be two tags in the building, she knew that. She muttered that she didn't have the time to find the second suburban tag, but would make do. She would have her victory. She would fight for it, even if she wasn't permitted to actually seriously hurt anyone. She did not want to know what forfeiture would mean.
The darkness loomed, and she slid up to a stairway. Close, she scented another male coming near, and knew she didn't have much cover. Scurrying up, she darted and ducked, wove through the office. It felt familiar - and pausing, she slid a hand up to feel a wall. Familiar, it was her own office, it was the place she worked, down to minutia. The scent of tea - the faint hum of computers, and the sweet taste of lily in the air, she had worked here for almost a year, and could find her way blindfolded.
And her office was right next to the stairway up. Well, there would have been an elevator, but that would be too risky and probable for being captured. Her fingertips slid along a wall, and she found the handle and pushed her door open, and closed it behind with only the softest of clicks. Inside, she felt for her computer and keyboard, and reached under it, to open the desk. Inside, she felt a tag. They knew here well - and she knew to trust her hunches. Of course they'd plant something in her office. They always gave a little help to those who needed it.
She needed it. Oh, by Kurtulmak's own luck, she needed it. She was going to win - but she had to earn it. Creeping to the door, after securing the tag around her neck, she pressed against the door, and listened. One beat. Two beats. Three. The naked kobold slid the door slowly open, and crept low - listening in the darkness. He was close behind her, but not near enough - no, she knew this place, and ducked, skittered, and approached the stairs up, and escaped his clutch, to hear him growling in frustration not too far away.
Lights were on - and a dizzy moment required her to catch her bearings and breath. It was quiet, and she couldn't even hear her heart beat, though it raced. She shivered - she was tired, and ready to rest. Her eyes hurt too. Silence. The room was silence. Stepping from the door, she looked up - to great shelves filled with books, and rows upon rows of chairs - and high above, a painting of a lady dragon reclining. A recreated library! Marveling a moment, she looked up past the doorway, to a sign.
"Silence in the library."
She smiled, and crept forward, her steps muffled, then absolutely quiet. And in silence, she heard nothing, not even her own gasp of surprise. A hand touched her lower back, holding her still - and another slid up, to brush her belly. A red scaled hand, it slid low, to cup her sex, then up, dragging her scent across her nostrils. Behind, his breath was hot against her neck, and his teeth pinched while her tail lifted on its own accord.
And then, he pulled back, holding the tag in hand. A frown, only faint, touched his snout, before he held it up, for the camera above to see, and for her to look. A female was on her belly, tail and haunches in the air - with a male slid under her tail. She winced. From the size that twitched, and his expectant position, she knew this was going to leave her sore and aching.
But still, she took position. Without a word, without a sound, he slid up behind her, and with a push, forced himself against the tight ring of her anus. The cameras would focus on her face, open in a loud yelp, and size up behind her - showing her ring rudely pushed open as she was penetrated, mounted, and filled in a way that made her feel strangely pleased inside. If she could hear, she would hear his chuckles.
"Falina."
Her mouth was full of Loftwyn, and his release. Knelt on the floor of the limo, the cameras having caught the act, she could only gaze up. The lights dimmed a second time, leaving them alone, and he held her lips to the root, even though her throat would be sore for it.
"Falina. I'm very glad you decided to come back onto the show. Not just for ratings, but, because I wanted to see you again. You did so well, even in losing." He took a swallow of his drink, keeping her head down and still between his thighs.
"I wanted, I was hoping, I'd see you again." He tasted nice, his flesh made her thoughts foggy, and her blood warm. His seed was bitter, as most male spunk was bitter (or so she'd tasted in her time), but, it was strangely addicting. She'd swallowed males down before, on the show and after, but his was something special.
"I wanted to ask you a question. Don't answer yet."
She couldn't. It was rude to talk with her mouth full, anyway.
"You have a scent to you - something good, and strong, and old. It's not something I've had the pleasure of knowing in a very long time." He pushed up into her mouth again - he was still very hard, very full on her tongue. Did he ever go limp? She began to nurse on his shaft, working her tongue over him. There was still twenty minutes left before they arrived, why not? She liked sucking his cock. It felt good. Her eyes closed, half listening to him. "It reminded me of a long time past. You probably wouldn't know of it. But it means I want to make you an offer."
She bobbed, she nodded, her lips never lost tightness as she pulled to the tip and pushed back down on him. He grunted, his balls contracting under her fingertips, against her chin. He wouldn't take long under this assault.
"I think you've dragon blood - thicker than average. I'd put you as having had a dragon in your family not more than five generations back, maybe even less than that." Her horns tingled when he tightened down, beginning to push her head down with forceful shoves. Her throat tensed up around the glans. "That kind of blood is rare these days. Dragons are mostly asleep during this time phase. We need to keep the blood strong."
She looked up, questioning him as he rambled. Her jaws ached, and she pushed down, swallowing rapidly while squeezing him very tight with her tongue. She moaned as he painted the back of her throat in wet washes of pre-ejaculate. Her stomach felt warm, like brandy did.
"I would like to purchase your next heats. The contract, they would film it, but I want your next heats. I want to keep the blood strong and mix it with my own. I want you, Falina. I want to own you, to make you mine, to keep the species strong and the blood potent." He growled, his hips shoved into her snout. He was so close.
"Be mine, Falina. After this game, after this show, lift that tail for me, give me your heats, and let me fertilize your eggs. Belong to me."
He groaned, and her mouth began to fill again.
Her rear sore, she limped from the sated male, her backside leaking, wet, with his release. Shivering to herself, she limped through the camber and headed for the stairs - trusting no one else would be there. Wouldn't be very sporting.
Her body ached, and she leaked from both of her ends - but the third, the final, floor lay before her. The line was in sight, and the chambers resembled a dragon's horde. Very familiar - she slunk down and crouched, despite the stinging protest of her violated asshole. She turned and crouched behind a pillar, and listened, hearing voices, whispers - the others had waited here, to give her a real gauntlet to run. How unfair.
No more tags, not that she could see. There were five routes and five males - and she couldn't possibly fight them off, even if she was permitted. Her womb screamed about the need to be fertilized, and she knew they could smell her here. Closer. Closer. Closer.
Her eyes scanned the horde, and she looked along the goods - coins, cloth, treasures. Her fingertips darted down to pull up a great cloak - and she looked long across it. Silk, black and white trim, it was absolutely beautiful. Her fingertips held it close as she took a breath off of it - and then felt an idea form. It wasn't elaborate or special, but it could give her a chance. Her fingers delved between her thighs - as she crouched over the cloth and lowered down, to rub her puffy, heat-soaked folds across the silk. She bit her lip to avoid groaning, and stroked her sex quickly. She had to get her scent on it.
"The bitch is near." A hiss, low and soft, slid through the air. He wasn't too far away. Her fingers worked quickly, delving deep into her sex and across the cloth with her pushes. Her scent dribbled down, streaked onto the black and white, and left a mark and scent. A chuckle came nearer, closer. Ducking herself back - she slid into shadow, leaving the wet cloth where it lay.
Scales the color of green and gold caught her eyes- and she felt her belly tighten. Were it not for her release but moments ago, she would have lifted to him - but she held back. Her breath was tight and short - and she watched him slide up to the cloth, and draw his nostrils down to sniff, to snuffle, where she had crouched moments before.
"Close..." He hissed to himself. No one was around - not enough to see, and no one saw her dart forward, except the camera, and wrap her arms around his chest and a hand around his neck in a hold. Her elbow squeezed him and he flailed, though not long as she struck his snout into the ground - stunning him for a moment - a second time to make him lay still but for a soft groaning. His pulse was fine, breathing returned after a moment of being restrained. Good. She slid the cloth around him, covering him, and pushed him onto his belly, tail crooked up. The cloth bunched and she left his backside exposed, then skittered away. A rude gift.
"Wasn't she brown?" A voice asked. She didn't look back. And as she skittered down the path he took towards her, she heard a loud yelp as he was pinned.
"Who cares, get her snout..."
A loud yell, now that she knew all about. She couldn't help but grin, as she sprinted up the flight of stairs to the roof. Victory was at hand. The sky was dark and the moon was bright, and her prize lay but a dozen feet from her. And here, her special pursuer stood - smiling, and his body naked, gleaming with hard scale, and draconic eyes.
"Falina." He whispered.
"Alright. We've met our guest, and met her pursuers. Tonight, though, we have a special pursuer, who will guarantee a prize of twenty five thousand if he catches her." She wouldn't know. The audience wouldn't know either, until he found her, if he found her. They always had a special pursuer, someone of importance, who would know his stuff, know his prey. Last year it had been one of the high priests of the temple of Kurtulmak, who had made a good show of breeding the girl.
An update showed her in the breeding warrens, full of eggs.
"What a fine showing you'll give us, Falina. You've matured well - and I'm sure you've had an active sex life as well, hm?" He chuckled, Loftwyn was a charming guy when he tried. "None the less, I wish you the best of luck. The rules are known and the game is set. And your special hunter is most interested in getting his hands on you."
"My Falina." He spoke. He was hard as a rock. Her pursuer, her hunter, he who wanted her was between her and victory. The hum of cameras was felt not but five feet away, behind her. She stood naked, dripping, and trembling. He held his hand out to her in turn - and touched her cheek. His scent was strong and warm. He was safe, her biology whispered, his seed was potent, her womb screamed. He had fathered many eggs. She simply knew.
"You gave us an excellent show tonight. A dirty trick to top off a stellar performance, I'm sure they'll complain that you smacked him - but I think the payoff is very much worth it. That'll be on the highlights."
She slid her hand down to cup his testicles, they were warm, and the sac was loose in hand. He offered it to her, everything. There was a whisper of need and desire, a whisper of victory in her ear, and seed in her body. He stood tall and proud, and he knew his worth.
"But now is the time to give yourself over. They aren't far behind you - and they will have their revenge, especially the green who you tricked... as soon as they realize their mistake." He paused. A hand gestured out, as he looked towards the camera. "If they care their mistake."
"Now, Falina. You know what position to take. Tail up."
Her eyes glistened, and she felt her knees trembling, as she felt his body smooth against her own. He slid up behind her, his hands lowering to grip her hips, in a way she quivered for. His hands lifted her tail, showing the streaks that leaked from her puffy asshole. He slid behind, brushing along her flanks with his arousal. So close, so hot, so needy. She knew his scent, she knew his need. She wanted to give in.
Her tail began to lift, dragging along his flanks, his hips, to touch his chest. She slowly bent forward, eyes looking at the line so close. Her fingertips lowered, touching her sex - and she brushed the wet folds. Two fingers slid, spreading the pink heat, showing herself to the camera, which zoomed in close. His erection throbbed, hot and full against her flesh, and he pushed, slowly sliding the glans up against her vulva, pushing. She tensed, she tightened, her knees buckling as she lowered, as he pushed up, sinking slowly into her body.
A flame lit her body, as she touched her hands down, and lowered her chest. His hips raised and pushed, surged and shoved - he was buried into her, deep, wet, full, his balls were heavy as they smacked into her thighs. She presented to him, her snout touching the earth, and she gasped. There was no shame in submission, not when her biology told her it was right. She gripped the ground and pushed back.
Smack. Smack. Smack. His hips rose lewdly as he bred with her - savoring and taking her body without a condom between their flesh. Smack. Smack. Smack. The sounds were lewd and wet as she gasped - her eyes fluttering rapidly. Her body tightened up and she clenched down. He grunted.
"Loftwyn." She hissed, turning her head and gazing at the dark scales of her mounting male gleaming. He was sleek and slick, the older male full and sure. He held her hips eagerly as he looked down at her. His breathing was a whisper, a hiss, a growl. His tongue flicked out, watching her face. Her stomach touched the floor, as she tightened her hands on the ground, and pulled.
"Falina." He groaned. His eyes trailed to hers, his balls tight. She felt him quiver and shudder, and with a spasm, his rod throbbed between her thighs. She felt it, the heat and fire, she felt his seed flow into her, and quiver with raw pleasure. Her head lay still, on the ground, as she gave a giddy chuckle, and laugh. "You are mine."
Still she laughed, confusing the male, who held her down. His seed flowed, and the view would be spectacular or the viewers, watching his balls shudder in his sac, his flanks tightly contracting as he impregnated her on live television.
"What?" He asked, breathlessly. "What amuses you so, my Falina?"
"I'm across the line."