Heat Games II: Sweeps - Prologue
#3 of Heat Games
Prologue for the much more ambitious Heat Games sequel. Ratings are down, so the show's production team is upping the stakes...
The rapid pat-pat of bare feet on a wooden floor. The light sound of a female's panicked breathing. Half with fear. Half with fatigue. She's been running at a dead sprint for far longer than her body was prepared for. Especially so soon after having been thoroughly sodomized.
The female kobold, naked as the day she hatched and trailing drops of cum that leaked from her used tailhole, almost skidded around a corner. The facility was dark, dank, deserted. It had been a large cattle facility, a network of - well, you couldn't really call them barns. They were warehouses for livestock, or they had been; now they served as yet another feature in the sprawling 'set' that made up the hit Kobold Networks game show: The Chase. It was living up to its name tonight.
She'd lost the only card she'd found not minutes before. Pounced upon as she'd crawled between two dilapidated sheds, the male had snarled in annoyance in finding the 'Anal' card around her neck. He'd made her feel that frustration as he gave the cameras a show, the female mounted from behind, his hands gripping her wrists and pulling her arms backwards as he drove himself over and over into her tailhole. Males weren't allowed to shout to other males to signal they'd found her, but nobody batted at eye at a male who came loudly. And when he'd cum in her, he was very loud indeed. Soon she had three, perhaps four males chasing her as she sprinted for safety.
The safe spot was in the huge livestock warehouse. The males didn't know that but it didn't matter. They had her trail, now, they had her scent. She was not being artful; no time for doubling back or false feints. Legs aching but pumping as hard as she could, she made a beeline down the long, empty interior of the warehouse. She didn't take time to think about how well the acoustics of such a place telegraph a person's position and trajectory to anyone who might be listening. She should have.
She burst through a set of large double doors, surging forth without looking and paying the price for it. Something tripped her up and she stumbled, yelping, and fell to the dusty wooden floor. They were on her in seconds. All four of the remaining males. She was flat on her belly. One grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms down. Two others each grabbed one leg apiece and pulled them apart by her ankles, spreading her wide. She yelped and cried out in frustration and failure as the fourth male took up position behind her, grabbing her tail and yanking it up over her back, arching her body and angling her hips just right. The cameras caught the little glisten on her heated lips right before that tight slit was roughly parted by the victorious cock of the male behind her.
The slap of the male's hips to the female's upturned ass signaled to one and all that the chase was over.
"That clip was, of course, the season eleven finale of 'Chase Night'," said the female host. She, a well-dressed and glossy-scaled kobold, sat behind a glossy, clear counter-top. Text superimposed in front of her on the screen informed the viewer that her name was Sahlia; the well-dressed male next to her, Koryn. "Praised as a show that set the standard for late-night broadcasting on the KTE network, ratings have lately be dipping somewhat due to a perceived inability to keep up with evolving tastes and innovation."
"That's right, Sahlia," said Koryn. Both kobolds had the glassy smiles and boundless energy of television presenters across all countries, worlds, and dimensions. "While still a top contender in the Friday night ratings wars, the show has been struggling to contend with the new gritty drama Dungeon: Mine, and the competitor game-show Virgin Wars. Chase Night host Loftwyn has been saying for weeks now that viewers will be very pleasantly surprised by changes they've been making to the show, and earlier today, those changes were revealed in our exclusive interview!"
Loftwyn sat on a comfortable chair. Aged but not old, the male had a winning, casual smile that he was exercising to maximum effect at that very moment on Sahlia, who was seated opposite him. They reclined in a comfortable set, done up to look like a living room.
"The set is bigger. A lot bigger. The old set was twenty-five acres. This new one is one hundred."
Sahlia regarded him with a look of pleased shock. "How is this possible?"
"We've innovated in a lot of technical ways I won't bore you with. Camera technology has improved a lot in the last ten years and we're looking to start capitalizing on the new advantages. Additionally, there's more money up for grabs. Who cares about fifty thousand anymore? The purse is now one million. But there's a catch: Four females, and instead of fives males - there's fifteen. But that's not even close to being everything. We're completely overhauling how cards work, how money rewards work, everything."
"Can you go into detail?"
Loftwyn sniffed and shifted in his seat, leaning forward just a little more. "Happy to. Cards now come with disadvantages to the female. If she wants to take the card, she also has to carry with her some... gear. So to pick up, say, an oral card, the female will have to carry with her a set of cuffs, or a tail-let with a bell on it. After the male fucks her face or her ass, he puts the gear on her. Since there's multiple cards, a female could end up with her arms cuffed behind her back, with a tail-let anchored with a small ball-and-chain up her ass, ringing as she tries to run.
"There are now three scoring zones, but at the start, they are considered 'locked'. If a female gets to a 'locked' zone, she's immediately captured and taken, and loses the game. But! Every time a female is caught, one of the 'locked' zones gets 'cleared', making it available. Sooo..."
Sahlia laughed. "It's better for the female if she'd one of the last ones, so she can be sure the zones are safe."
"Exactly. We wanted to encourage the 'me against the world' mentality in the females. Everyone is against her, even the other females, who will stand to benefit if their fellow competitors get caught. Also, unlike the males, the females don't share the earnings. So for the females to win at least_ one of them needs to get caught and, if a female wants to guarantee success, she'd better make sure she's the only one who doesn't get caught._"
"Well, it sounds like the chase will be a bit more complex than past seasons."
"That was one of the major suggestions we were getting from fans. They found that a lot of the females were losing in much the same way, that cards were working predictably, so we incorporated a lot of their ideas to try and make the game a little more dynamic. The arena is a little too big for the males to work in large packs, but groups of two or three make more sense, meaning when females do get caught we'll see more spitroasting and threesomes than before, and with the females now working against_ one another, I think the audience will really enjoy rooting for or against their favorite competitors. It'll inject a little bit of drama. Maybe some females will pair off to work together to sabotage the others, or each other? It encourages a little cheating, and_ nothing_ makes for better TV than an anti-hero who wins, but wins dirty._"
"I can't wait."
Loftwyn smiled. "Neither can I."
Cut back to the two hosts. Sahlia smiled brightly, her tail flicking happily to and fro behind her. "The second season of 'Chase Night' Premiers tomorrow night at ten o'clock. All glory to Kurtulmak and all his bountiful splendor."
"Thank you, Sahlia, for the interview, and Glory be unto Kurtulmak.," said Koryn. "Coming up next! A scandal on Way of the Spear as lead actress Jharvia falls under suspicion of having faked an egg-laying! Is she infertile? We have the scoop, coming up after the break!"
"I think we got it all," Sahlia said, looking around the room for confirmation. The producer gave a nod, and the small sound stage erupted into the general racket of the crew going about the clean-up of the equipment. Audio devices switched off, lights dimmed, cameras rolled back to have their footage removed. She turned her eyes to Loftwyn and gave him a smile a great deal more genuine than the one that, admittedly, looked better on camera. "Thank you for taking the time and giving us this exclusive."
Loftwyn grinned back at her and stood, taking a deep breath in through his nostrils. "Strip."
She flinched, looking at him with that smile frozen across her face. "What?"
"Naked," he said, by way of clarification. "Take off all your clothes." Her continued silence and hesitation prompted him to gesture at her, still grinning himself. "I'm not sure if you're wearing Shield or Obscura but you're definitely wearing *some* brand of scent-blocker. It's okay, I get it, you don't want the fucking Key Grip pouncing you but I know the smell of a female in heat. It's literally my job. Naked. Now."
The crew had slowed down. They were still working (because they sure as shit weren't being paid to rubber-neck) but she could feel eyes on her. He was right, of course. And were he an unworthy male, perhaps one of lesser stature, she could tell him to fuck off. It was her right, and the right of any female to deny a male... to a certain extent. But the word of Kurtulmak was very clear. She was a female in heat, and this was one of the more successful and respected males in the city.
_She stood, shivering just a little, and unbuttoned her shirt. _
"Good to see a female that knows her proper place," Loftwyn said, closing the distance as her shirt came free and was discarded. Her scales were glossy and buffed, making the female's dark brown scaly torso shimmer just a little in the studio lighting. She undid the clasps and button on her pants (for and aft) and hooked her thumbs in them, drawing them down her legs until gravity did the rest. She was wearing underclothes, and these she discarded as well. The string coming from her bare pussy was the last item needing removal. With an embarrassed look cast to the side, she reached down, bowed her legs a little, and pulled the small soft cylinder free. Kobolds don't menstruate, but they do have use for scent-blockers, especially females in professional settings.
The small pad pulled free, it was followed by a trickle of clear lubricating femcum. The scent hit the room like an elephant charging through the wall. All males grunted. A few knew to see themselves out of the room; it was only polite. Others opted to stay. Why not?
Loftwyn removed his shirt, tossing at aside. With a growl, he licked up the neck of the now shivering, naked Sahlia. She reeked of heat. He didn't know how females did it. If he hadn't caught a feint whiff during the interview, he never would have guessed. Scent blockers helped, but nothing but (shameful) chemical and drug use could stop the lustful burning a female felt during their heat. This one had managed a highly professional interview despite her cunt buzzing between her legs. Her viewership wouldn't guess that mere moments after the cameras were off she was going to be bred.
He kicked away his pants, his thick, proud flesh bare to the room, to the future mother of yet another clutch of his eggs.
"Alright female," he growled in her ear. His hands roamed her naked body. Her sides, her hips, stroking down and around to cup under her firm ass, the thick base of her tail. Oh yes, she was prime stock. Young and firm. She did the same to him, her hands admiring his solid frame. He wasn't a young buck anymore, but males aged well, and he aged particularly_ well. "Face down. Perky little ass, up."_
This wasn't so much sex as it was a rut. Kobolds enjoyed an active and fun social and recreational sex life, but this was not like that. This was to make eggs. This was a primal, animal moment of breeding. One of the main criticism of his show was that it turned something natural, even holy_, like the creation of new life in Kurtulmak's image, and turned it into some sort of tawdry entertainment. He wished his critics could see him now. He knew how to breed like a proper kobold. Even the stodgy conservatives would approve. The way the female obeyed him, wordlessly dropping to the floor. Knees spread, chin to the carpet, hips hiked up nice and high. Back arched to angle her cunt towards him. Tail curling up over her back and to the side. She was not alone in movement; he slowly squatted down behind her as she took up position, his hand on her rump, helping her angle herself just right. He hunches over her back and gave her nary a moment's notice before he was spreading those tight sex lips. His thick penis plunged deep into her channel, making the female moan and her pent-up fluids squirt noisily around the tight seal of their union._
At no point did his motions stop. One hand on her hips to keep her steady, the other on her shoulder to keep her in her place, his hips and ass flexed as he took a moment to explore the insides of her cunt. Stroked his cock in and out of her in a fluid, probing sort of way, getting used to the new space he was claiming. He was dimly aware, though, that he was on a schedule. He had two more interviews to do that day. So there wasn't much time for dallying. His motions soon sped up into firmer, deeper thrusts, his hips first tapping that firm ass, and then outright slapping it as he drove his cock in and out.
"Oh, god," she female whimpered, her body jerking back and forth, chin rubbing against the carpet. Sloppily he took her, that heated cunt finally getting the dick it had been craving for a day or more. Her tail twitched as he pounded her, that glistening, shiny naked female body writhing underneath the male claiming her in full view of her crew, who watched with no small sense of amazement. Public mating was hardly rare, but it was uncommon; and these two were celebrities! Most of the laborers were lucky to claim a heated female in the back of the bar or in an alley; Loftwyn was fucking (and soon, knocking up) one of the most jerked-off-to television celebrities at that time!
"I can feel you about to cum," he growled, not too far off himself, what with the pace at which he was drilling her. "Moan for them. Show them you're a female being claimed in the fullness of her heat."
When she seemed hesitant to comply, he reached down to one of her horns and grabbed it, yanking the female up a little, to all-fours. He stepped up his thrusts, plunging himself into her with body-shuddering impact. "Ngh! Cum for them! Cum for me!"
Her mouth was open and, rather than moaning, she treated them to a light, feminine sort of yelping, or vocalized panting. Eyes closed, body lurching back and forth, her cunt stretched wide around the cock plunging in and out of her, Sahlia eventually did cum. Her body arched, teeth clenched, and the television starlet shuddered all over as her cunt clenched down on his cock, begging for the cum he was only too happy to offer. With a triumphant growl, the proud male plunged into her to the root and erupted, his tail flagging behind him so that one and all could witness visual representation of how his body was pumping her womb full of his potent seed. It was a glorious and erotic moment, comprised of the lustful image of the male hunched over the claimed female, the strong profile of male primacy, and the tender knowledge that new life was being seeded at that very moment.
In the aftermath of both of their orgasms, Loftwyn pulled the panting Sahlia up a little more by her horn to softly nuzzle her, cheek to cheek. He growled. She groaned, which trailed off into the satisfied female whimper. She gasped as he drew out and, not releasing his grip on her horn, moved around to present her with his cock. "You made a mess," he said. "Clean it up."
The office was the sort Loftwyn hoped to occupy one day. It was tucked into a corner near the top of the building, the windows overlooking the urban sprawl on all sides. The interior was done up in a comforting dark stone; kobolds liked anything that reminded them of their ancient days in the caves and catacombs, even as they, in the modern age, embraced the advantages of above-ground living. Loftwyn sat in the guest chair opposite the massive desk of the VP of Network Entertainment. With him was the VP of marketing. All three kobolds were an hour into the meeting, and each had gone through a glass of brandy. The nitty-gritty of contract and policy refinement had largely been hashed out; the day had hours ago waned into night.
"It's gotta land, Loftwyn," said Morgyk, the VP of Network Enertainment. He leaned back in his chair; he was a male past his breeding prime but was still sharp as a spear. He cradled brandy glass number two on his lap, eyeing Loftwyn. "With the ratings drop, we lost a few of the major advertisers. After the scaling-up of the production, we stand to lose a lot of money on this."
"I know," Loftwyn said.
"The females can't win," said Xursyn, the Marketing VP. "We ran the numbers; on-demand episodes where the females lose are far and away the most downloaded. Except for two episodes, the 'loss' episodes are all higher-rated, and the two 'win' episodes that did marginally well, the females went through both cards. Our viewership wants sex. They want a little excitement, a little drama, and then they want to watch a slutty little cunt get bred."
"Speaking of," said Morgyk, "nice work on Sahlia. Heard about that. On set? You're too much of a showman."
"What can I say? Theater is in my blood," Loftwyn replied, with a grin. "Look, guys, I get it. With this setup, we're guaranteed at least one fucking per show. At least. And honestly, we're looking at the possibility of two, three, or likely all four females getting plowed. This time, wearing bondage gear and whatever else we can throw at them. Trust me, we're going to have trouble editing down the sex in order to include more of the actual chase, so folks don't assume we've just gone full porn on them."
"Just make sure the females are right for it," Morgyk said. "Prep them. Talk to them. If you have to have your dick in their mouths while you do it, whatever, but make sure you make them understand that it's better for everyone that they win by playing dirty. I want to see females double-crossing each other, villains getting comeuppance..."
"You'll have it," Loftwyn said. "Trust me. We've got some surprises in store. You'll see."