Sarlucian Arena
#1 of The Arena
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- * * The roar of the crowd The clanging of metal on metal. The smell of sweat This is what he lived for. Sitting on a wooden bench right in front was a large bull chimera. Heavily muscled from head to toe, gleaming with sweat and oil, short brown fur covered his entire body. His horns curved forward, replicating a cross hair one may find on their rifle. A pair of leather gauntlets lined his forearms, a matching pair of leggings adorned his legs. Aside from this, he wore a ragged loincloth; it did little to hide his member; poking through the sides. He was pumped, his heart beat in his chest for anticipation. The fights were always like this, no matter the skill level, there was always that bit of uncertainty, the probability of falling, of disgrace. His heart jumped as the wooden gates gave a creak. The wrenching chains dragged the large piece of wood upwards, and light spilled into the holding pens. "Finally." He muttered to himself, picking himself up. The ring was made of round stone, faded orange many would say. Cracks and dark stains peppered the entire place. Just beyond the ring were the stands, ringed just like the arena, and filled to overflowing with eager fans of all races. However, the Bull could only focus his attention to the other end of the arena. Standing across the ring was a large feline Chimera, Tiger apparently. His Orange body shone with oil and sunlight, potentially blinding. 'This could be a handicap.' the bull told himself. 'Great.' He smiled. "I won't waste anymore of your time! You all know the rules! Let's get it on!" The arena thundered with applause as the two fighters streaked forward, launched powerful haunches, only slowing down to hastily pick up the rods and shields the arena designated as their weapons. Each fighter closed in on each other, the tension broken by the ringing of metal on metal. The bull took a step back, lifting his shield just in time to block the tiger's strike. Leaning back, he kicks the tiger in the stomach, and while rolling back, launches him in the air behind him. The Tiger landed with a thud, but quickly recovered, dashing straight at the bull, hitting him head on. The bull was thrown back, carefully balancing his footing he swipes at the tiger with his rod. Barely missing him, the tiger jabs at him with his own rod. He misses hitting the bull but gets his rod hooked onto the band of the bull's loincloth. A single tug and the piece of oily fabric fell to the ground, leaving the bull exposed to the world. The battle was interrupted with the cheers of the crowd, bathing each fighter as they stared each other down. The Bull, unashamed of himself only stared at the tiger smugly. "What? You like?" He smirked, taunting the tiger, thrusting his hips a bit, letting the bull meat dangle between his legs. The tiger only stared intently, gulping nervously tightening his grip on his own weapon, the front of his own loincloth rising slightly. Seeing his change, The Bull lunged forward at him, catching the tiger by surprise. In shock, the tiger raised his rod to smack the bull, but that only left him open to the charge. The Bull wasted no time, tackling the tiger hard and grabbing his own loincloth, digging into the dirt with his feet, he leaps back, ripping the garment from his adversary. The tiger tumbled back into the dirt on his rear. Slightly disoriented, he was confused as to why the cheers of the crowd were growing louder. Finally, he peered down at his exposed, and hardening, shaft. He quickly got up and tried to hide his front with his shield, this got both loud laughter and boos from the crowd. "There's no time for shame here Cat." The Bull stared at him, arms at hips, legs spread, his bull-hood growing longer and thicker, exposed to the crowd. "You should know that, since you signed up for this arena." The tiger dumbly nodded, slowly lowering his shield and rod, letting his own hard cock just out to the crowd's view. This was met with roars of approval from the perverse audience. "Now, let's continue." The Bull lunged forward again, this time striking with his weapon. The Tiger parried the Bull and swung his own rod against him, smashing into the shield. The Bull retaliated with his own strike, striking shield as well. The two exchanged blows, sweat glistening off their body, shields dented. The crowd goes quiet with tension and suspense, leaving their gasping and grunting to resonate through the chamber. After several minutes of anticipation the tiger strikes a blow against the bull, forcing him to drop his rod in pain. "HERK!" He tumbles backwards, hitting the dirt. The tiger advanced upon him, kicking his rod away from his reach. The tiger points the rod at the Bull, threatening to beat him if he got up. The Bull looked worried, then a tiny smirk escaped his muzzle. "Rookie mistake." He grabs the rod and yanks back, letting the tiger fall forward. Hefting his knee, he pushes the Tiger over his head again, this time, he's gotten something of his. The Bull scrambled up, both shields on his arms, glimmering faintly. The Tiger is un-intimidated as he rushes forward, brandishing his rod with two hands. The Tiger swung with all his might at the bull, the rod actually whistled slightly as it connected. However the Bull countered with the shield, his arm taking up some of the shock, while the other arm smashed into the tiger's face, shielded as well. The Tiger was dazed slightly, almost thrown back when the Bull gave a huge kick from his strong legs right in the tiger's gut, sending him sprawling backwards. The tiger lay in a beat heat, gasping as the wind was knocked right out of him. He rolled over onto his hands and knees, trying to collect himself. That was the fatal mistake. The bull leapt on top of him, pinning the feline down on the ground with his arm. "As I said, Rookie mistake." The Bull grinned, rubbing his now hard shaft against the tiger's ass. This was the one of the famous Sarlucian underground arenas, and the rules are slightly different than the major arenas. You see, the match isn't over until the winner truly dominates the loser. Of course, You know what this means. "Ready?" The Bull panted, eager to claim his prize. He shifted the head of his cock so it pushed forward against the pucker. "Urgh!?" The tiger wheezes in surprise, finally getting his breath back. Just getting the coherent gist of what s going on. "Close enough!" The bull thrust forward, his cock slick with sweat and oil made easy passage in the Tiger's ass, meeting intial resistance against the resisting ring, but bearing its way through. The Tiger yowls were drowned out by the volume of the crowd, some cheered on as the bull had his way with the Tiger, while others groaned in defeat at seeing the one they bet on take it. The Tiger squirmed and tried to get away, but the position he was in prevented that, the bull latched onto his body and pummeled the tiger's ass, his own balls slapping against the Tiger's flesh. Despite the invasion of being violated, the Tiger's own cock remained hard, and dripped pre onto the stone floor. The Tiger's face burned, being screwed by the bull wasn't painful, it's what he expected when he signed up. But it was the humiliation as a thousand pairs of eyes started at his violation; he felt the Bull's thick meat pummel him, rubbing against his sensitive prostate. He Hung his head in shame as pleasure swam through his body. The Bull, with a slight sadistic streak, Gripped the Tiger and Rolled backwards, impaling the tiger by letting gravity do the work. He exposed the Tiger's front to the audience, his red throbbing cock clearly drooling pre in plain sight to everyone. The tiger , in shame tried to cover his face with his paws as he was hoisted up by the Bull's strong arms. "Hey Rookie, get used to it. This is gonna to happen a lot more if you're planning on staying." The Bull hissed between thrusts. The Tiger's striped ass bounced against his lap, no reply forthcoming. "That's it!" The Bull grunted, taking one of his hands and forcefully gripping the Tiger's hard erection, much to the delight of the crowd. The Bull started stroking the throbbing cat cock, fast and hard. The Tiger couldn't help but moan to the Bull's ministrations, trying hard not to show too much pleasure. Before long, the rough coupling eventually drew to a thrilling conclusion as the Bull ignored his spoil's cock and began to roughly thrust upward into the squirming feline. The Tiger moaned in bliss, long forgetting the humiliation as his prostate drove him closer to orgasm. The Bull quickly turned the tiger over and gave it to him hard. Thrusting so fast his hips became a blur. The tiger in surprise clenched down on his invader, and that drove them both over the edge. "HhhhhHHERHERAAK!" The tiger gurgled as his battered prostate drove him over the edge, Clenching down on the cock inside of him as his seed shoot out onto the stone floor. The Bull felt the sweet clenching of the Tiger's passage reverberate all over his body, soon he gave his own orgasmic roar. "GGGRAAAHHHH!!" The Bull wasted no time pistoning the tiger in the throes of orgasm, shooting his heavy load into his defeated opponent. After unloading his seen into his defeated opponent, he hunched over the striped feline in silence. After a tense eternity, the audience saw the bull stir, they see him shift his hips a bit, pulling his cum covered cock out of the tiger, still unmoving. A trail of seed began to leak out of the tiger, who let out a low moan. The Bull ran his hand through the Tiger's cum on the floor, standing up he raised his soiled hand upwards as proof of his dominance. The crowd burst with applause as the Bull showcased the seed covered hand, bathed in the warm glows of accomplishment and victory. Later. In the gladiator's rest areas, the passed through the changing areas after being rewarded generously by the sponsors. Jingling his coin pouch, heavy and full, he notices a familiar orange form at the lockers. It's the tiger he conquered earlier. He cast his gaze on the tiger, who upon meeting his gaze, quickly turned away. The Bull padded towards the bath area. "You'll be great rookie, in due time that may be me on the floor." He smirked to himself, conjuring a fantasy to keep him company before the next fight.