Blueberries's snuffie contest part 4: robotics
?The thunderous roar of gunfire streaked past the sensors of my powersuit as I kneeled in. Dirt kicking up every which way around me as I lifted the massive assault cannon into position and returned fire with a blasting pulse of gunfire that rattled my teeth through the suit. I could feel it straining against my draconic form as I held down the supporting fire with my team-mates, while the synth sense in my suit let me feel the roar of a crowd cheering the combat on as they watched safely miles away. Gladiators in gleaming powered armor, exchanging deadly firepower as entertainment for a million worlds.
A shifting of vision spotted the movement of a smaller sneaksuit I recognized belonging to a rat-morph of the opposing team. I braced in and took a step forward, unloading dozens of rounds in his direction as the meter long tongue of flame blazed from my gun. I could hear him squeak in surprise, turning to hurriedly blast pulses of plasma well past my position. He tried to kick off when my I caught him in my sights. A burst of steel cut through his lithe suit with ease as he stagged in surprise. The camera replay catching two sprays of blood despite the three distinct jerks of hits. Then with a slick pop the explosive round stuck in him went off, ripping his head free in a spray of gore and deafening cheer from the crowds through my artificial senses. I roared victoriously, panting in that hot flush of a predator before his prey. I could feel the blood pounding in my body, the stirring of loins and pulse of life as I sought out my next victims.
I called out for covering support when I noticed the dead comm channels. I hissed as I saw the remains of the skunk teammate who'd been covering my position, cleanly shot between the eyes during the exchange of fire. I quickly brought up the scoreboards, and realized it was one on one now. Two left to stalk each other through the ruined buildings of the arena until only one stands alive. I turned the synth-sense of the crowds and replays down to a minimum, cranking up the senses of my suit until we became as one. The stench of gunpowder burning my nose as I felt each firm footfall in the soft ground. The quiet hum of actuators as I peered around, searching out for the prey I knew lurked in the claustrophobic alleyways and roads of the twisting battleground.
A flicker of movement caught my eye at the last moment, and I tensed my body into movement just as the blast of the opponent's rifle cut the air where I was standing. A blast of glass and wood ripping out from the building behind me as I got the image of the tall armor. The broad horn on top meaning it could only belong to the stallion I had met in the showers. And I grinned wider, knowing we had quite a bet going on the game, the loser getting to give a nice show of bending over for the victor in the showers for both teams to watch. My bulking suit smashed through the drywall and wood of a house to get myself out of sight of his guns, and to see if I could bring him in for a more closer finish.
I squeezed through a door and double backed, kneeling beneath a wall. Just a sensor ear peeking through the cracked windows. Knowing the more regal unicorn would likely step his way around the building then do something foolish like charge right through it. My breath was shallow, pulse racing as I waited with that hot tension of marked prey before me. Soon my jaws would be closing around that tender flesh and claiming his life. Just as soon as he walked... An elegant form stepped before me, the unicorn carefully picking his way towards the door. He stared through the window, so close to seeing me as I watched, kneeled down low to hide and wait. The crowds were silent now, signaling to both of us how close death was. But at this moment I was death incarnate, burning with adrenaline and lust as I waited for him to take just one more step towards the door.
Those long legs turned foolishly away, and the resounding crash of wood splintering caught him by surpise. A desperate whinny of fright as a ton of draconic metal and flesh plowed into him. My hand catching his helmet, tearing it off with a scream of metal and prey as we landed to the ground. I could see his eyes widen as my feral grin was visible through the helm of my suit, and I greeted his gasp with the cold, broad metal of my gun. Pressing the stinking, gunpowder stained barrel into his open jaws to the buzz of a crowd roaring at the sight. The black lips of the stallion flexing, just drawing the massive rifled barrel deeper in as he trembles beneath me. My heightened senses picking up the sweet bitterness of urine along with the musky sweat of lustful fear and exertion. I lifted my foot forward, crushing his wrist beneath the weight of my body as I held down the arm holding his gun. The crotchplate of my armor inches from his face now, exuding the stench of my proud arousal, I had got him right where I wanted.
Those wide eyes stared desperately up the long barrel of the gun he now was sucking lewdly upon. The phallic embrace blatant as I hissed quietly to him. I was tempted to taunt him, but the close intimacy and humiliating position seemed more than adequate. I took in every sensation, the sight of his chest rising and falling... the bittersweet musks of fear, so sweet on my tongue. The lovely view of those big lips shifting uncomfortably about the cold, unyielding length of metal buried in his maw. Watching him stare down death as I roared out for the crowd, letting their buzz fill my senses. The hot emotional flow of millions crying out to me to end this poor stallion's life in the hot grounds of some alien planet. It would just take one little squeeze... and then he would end for them all. The burning urges of that power in my hands made my arousal ache and strain against the tight suit, grunting with growing urges. I carefully lifted and lowered the gun, starting to make the helpless unicorn 'suck' the gun buried coldly between his lips. The muffled whinny of fear from him trembling up my spine as I watched him writhe beneath me. Humiliated before the crowd in this sexual display before his life ends.
The chanting roar of the crowds grew in my mind as I tossed my head, their urgent cries for death growing louder. The weight of that rifle pressed down, and I watched those eyes widen with the knowledge of what was to come. The blast of the gun barely heard beneath the triumphant roar and the thunderous applause of billions at a picture perfect ending to the gladiator finals. The smoke not even having time to clear as I popped the suit open, letting my nude form stagger out onto the dead stallion's chest, the stink of gunpowder made my eyes water. I lowered my jaws as my claws ripping open the damaged covering of the armor beneath me, revealing that sweaty, striped chest of the dead stallion. My fangs sinking through the still hot hide and flesh to tear our a maw full of my prey, the sweetly salty taste of meat making up for being unable to hear the crowds that were undoubtedly screaming with bloodlust at this carnal display. I lifted my head to roar again for the cameras, blood dribbling hot down my chest as I rose proudly to walk to the exit. My arousal bouncing lewdly for all to see, breath racing with the knowledge I was quite well still a predator.
My mind turned to the wonderful carnal thoughts of the after game shower that was soon to come, once the losers get rezzed back. The sight of those wide ears would grow all that much sweeter when I watch them as that handsome zebra gets to bend his striped ass over. Licking my bloody chops with a quiet belch, savoring the buzz of adrenaline and lustful tug of my loins anticipating a hot fucking, I curiously wondered if perhaps I could get his old body to finish feasting on as the after game meal. Victory never tasted so sweet, or meaty as this case may be.