Silver
#1 of The Arena
I do have a picture... well, a cover pic... but since I couldn't find it on Google Images (yes, I am willing to disgrace myself x.x) I am not going to use it... doesn't mean I won't look at it though XD Anyways, enough of me blabbering, hope y'all enjoy... cause I'm moving all my stories from their various places onto SoFurry so... yay!
"Fight!"
The voice rang out throughout the stadium as the two figures in the stadium engage each other. The two figures both wore metal masks, both were different, and they wore armor protecting their privates, a belt with a slab of metal that ran underneath... and that's it. Everything else was totally exposed to attack.
The jaguar, hunched down and ready, grips his wooden staff tight before lunging at his opponent. His mask was bronze and it covered his face, giving him a more feline look.
His opponent wore a silver mask, being higher rank than the jaguar. It only covered the upper part of his face, like the silver league believes it should.
As the jaguar struck, his opponent, a grey wolf, blocked his attack. The wolf's counter attack, unfortunately for the jaguar, did not miss. He swept the cat off his feet before twisting the staff around and bringing the end down on the jaguar's stomach, bringing the jaguar to the ground dazed.
As the jaguar lay there, stunned, the wolf simply reaches down and, ripping off the cat's belt, revealing his feline penis and balls, the wolf turns to the crowd and raises the belt in the air, victorious.
The crowd cheered before the announcer says, "Congratulations Silver Wolf. You are victorious."
The silver wolf warrior simply nods, dropping the belt and walking out of the arena. The jaguar soon stands before walking off in the opposite direction, his demeanor changed. He was upset he didn't get into the silver league.
As the wolf is in the shower, the water running over and throughout his fur, he sighs heavily. The fights were starting to become dull. He wanted to fight someone in the silver league, not these bronze pricks. And certainly not the non ranked.
He washes his face and chest of any grime before running his fingers through his tail. He washed himself after every match, no matter how long it was. It was a good habit he picked up on.
Finally stepping out of the shower, his silver mask on his face, he sighs heavily. Maybe something exciting will happen. His armored thong hung on the door of his locker, the light reflecting off the silver metal. At least it was padded... oddly, he loved wearing the silver thong.
Hell, when he first joined , he was non ranked until he took out a bronze league warrior. After that he just worked up the ranks until he got into silver league. And here he was, wiping the floor with bronze or non ranked fighters. But whatever.
As he stood in front of his locker, looking over his gear, he hears, "Hey Alex, nice fight you had there."
With a slight growl, he turns around... before his jaw hit the floor. His buddy, James, a rather large crocodile, came over holding a black mask. Gold was higher than silver, but black meant he was a knight rank.
"How did you... how?"
"You gotta get through the last rank of diamond league. After that, you will get the black knight rank."
Alex simply smiles... but he says, "Getting out of silver is my only goal. If I get into diamond, I'll be happy."
"Fair enough... hey, when you get into platinum, be careful."
Confused, Alex asks, "Why?"
"When you defeat your opponents, the announcer will tell you to finish him."
"So... kill-"
"Fuck them. You'll have to, otherwise it counts as a loss to you."
Alex sighs heavily before he says, "Alright... thanks James."
"Anytime Alex."
James soon reaches his hand down and grabs Alex's balls. Alex would have been surprised if James had not done this countless times before.
With a smile, James says, "Still firm. That's good. When you're platinum, you'll be emptying these bad boys in some loser's asshole."
He then lets go before walking away. Alex shakes his head before turning around, not particularly fond of the scrotum check. But it was whatever.
"Fight!"
Alex stood in front of a lizard of some kind, some bronze warrior. Maybe it was a dragon warrior... anyways, as they began to circle each other, staff ready, the dragon attacked.
He lunged forward, staff swinging, forcing Alex to block. Usually they did something stupid or they messed up when attacking. Not this warrior. He knew what he was doing.
Alex, as he blocked, wasn't observing his enemy like he used to. As the dragon swung, Alex blocked, but the dragon faked him out, bringing the end of the staff down and sliding it between the waistband and his body before pulling.
The crowd gasped. The silver wolf warrior's thong lay on the ground... did that mean...?
Alex stood with one hand over his crotch and the other on his staff. This was humiliating. The announcer then spoke. "Bronze warrior, you are... well... I guess vic- look at this folks! Our silver warrior is not down yet!"
Alex, when he heard the announcer speak, had moved his hand from his crotch and to his staff again. They had seen the platinum guys fucking losers so this wasn't any different.
The dragon warrior turned, only to get a staff to the face. At least the metal helmet helped... a bit. As a hand went to his face, Alex did the same thing he did, removing the dragon's thong as well. The dragon was about to cover himself up, but Alex smacked him in the stomach before swiping his feet, sending him to the ground.
He then walks over and picks up both thongs, raising the bronze one in the air while holding his staff and his thong in his other hand.
"Congratulations Silver Wolf. You are victorious! And nice balls!"
Alex simply chuckles before he turns and walks away, dropping the bronze thong on the ground. He needed a shower.