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The Harem-Lympics

Chapter 2: A Hell of a Butler

For HandofBlades

Featuring HandofBlades

By Draconicon

Zavis had debated separating the visitor's fox from the master's lion, but considering the pair of them were having such a good time - and more importantly, that the fox posed no threat - the butler had decided to leave them be.

Besides, there was more drama brewing, and the muscular boa had a feeling that the contest wasn't over quite yet. The master and the orc had seemed quite intent on proving a point, and it had yet to be done.

As the dragon and the orc spoke in the corner, Zavis wandered through the communal room, checking in on the other harem members as he went.

His first stop was Anya, the master's mate. The white-furred vixen was in the middle of brushing out her tails, one hand nervously brushing from the white sides of her tail to the blue stripe on it. The snake sat down beside her, adjusting his bowtie slightly before taking the brush from her hands.

"Are you well, Mistress?" he asked.

"Just nervous, I guess. I don't like it when things get this tense."

"You shouldn't be worried. You know that our master will tend to this in the same way that he always does."

"I don't think kicking it in the face is going to work. Not sure that even he can kick a situation in the face."

"Heh, no, Mistress, one can't do that. But he can handle it. And if he needs help, we will be there."

"I know...Thanks, Zavis."

The vixen leaned in, kissing him on the cheek, and the serpentine butler cleared his throat before standing up again.

"I must continue my rounds, Mistress. Particularly as I believe I hear a certain growl in the hallway."

As Anya dismissed him, he stepped away, picking up his pace as he walked toward the exit. There was a hallway between the communal room and the elevator, and there was one harem member missing from the group.

He poked his head into the hallway, spotting the member in question. The half-nude German Shepherd was in the process of pulling open a vent, her lips pulled back from her teeth and a deep snarl in process.

"Veronica? Do you need some assistance?"

"Only if you want to help me wipe the smugness of that fucker's face," their head of security muttered. "Fucking bullshit that he's allowed to just say something like that. By the time I'm done -"

"May I suggest the air vent to the left, then?"

"In the middle of repairs. Otherwise, faster route to him, I know."

"Ah. Then may I suggest waiting until after the next round? If you must set a trap, set it to go off later?"

The pink-vested Shepherd stopped, looking back at him. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, then she nodded.

"Fine. But just because it's you."

"Thank you, Veronica." He bowed with a smile. "I'll make a special cocktail tonight for you in thanks."

"Make it double strong. I'm gonna need it."

"Of course, ma'am."

As he turned away, he smiled slightly. He wasn't surprised that she'd already cottoned on to the fact that there'd be another round. How could there not be? Fyacin might have been the first to prove that master's training was of top tier quality, but one could be a simple fluke. There needed to be other tests, other examples, or nobody would believe that it worked at all.

The snake returned to the main room, circling through the other harem members. He calmed Nirimer down with a replacement dildo, sliding the plug into the slender sissy dragon's rump and giving him a new stretch. He brought a comforting blanket and plush dragon to Ellyra, giving the unicorn something to focus on other than her tension about whether she might be chosen next for a public match.

Others, however, required less comforting and more calming down. Such were Nataraj, the lizard dancer who was still grumbling over not being able to face the fox in combat, and Ailsa, the stingray who seemed intent on drumming her finger right through the wall in impatience.

To the lizard, he had to promise a duet together, dancing for their master and shaking their rumps. Snake and lizard together, creating an unforgettable show.

To the stingray, he had to promise that he'd help her demonstrate just how powerful she was, to be an expression of her erotic artistry before the orc left.

Both would require a great deal from him, but such was the work of a butler. It was never done, and it was always strenuous. It kept the master from having to exert himself as much, however, so it was eminently worth doing, as long as he could get away with it.

The others merely needed to be chatted with, informed of the situation as it was. Idesin, the otter-judge of Maiyone, had been out of it for the majority of the day ("I was in Nirvana-Land," was his excuse, and with the guitar he brought back, the snake believed him) and needed to be told what was happening. The others were merely needing someone to chat with, or to hold their hand.

Of course, eventually the tension had to be released, and his master did just that by cutting the silence with a single word.

"Zavis."

The snake stood up, straightening his bowtie as he crossed the room. He half-walked, half-slid along damp soles, his back straight and his limbs moving as elegantly as he could manage. He allowed himself a half-smile as he approached the master, bowing at the waist as he joined the dragon and the visiting Oc-Tar.

"Yes, sirs. How may I serve?"

"You can lose," the orc muttered, shaking his head.

"My acquaintance gets ahead of himself," the master said. "Zavis, we've worked out something of a deal. Oc-Tar is feeling rather sore that his fox lost to Fyacin, and, as you might have guessed, insists that it's a fluke that his slave could lose to one of mine. So, we're going to have a small tournament. His four against four of my choosing."

"I assumed such would be the case, sir. Do I guess correctly that I am to face off against his next choice?" Zavis asked.

"Well, at least some of your slaves have a sense of respect," Oc-Tar muttered.

The snake slowly turned his head, a simple cock of his head saying all that he needed to say. Respect, at least in the form of admiration, should be earned. Otherwise, all one could expect from another was civility, and the orc was rapidly losing that for himself. As Zavis played at rolling up non-existent sleeves, he turned back to his master.

"Have stakes been established?" he asked.

"Indeed, and what stakes they are," Master Draconicon said. "Oc-Tar has agreed to allow any slave of his that falls to be dominated by the one that won the match, and I have agreed to the same. As for the overall winner -"

"They will be a slave for a day," Oc-Tar interjected. "And when my slaves have reminded your harem what a true one acts like, I will take great pleasure in reminding your scaly rump how it feels to be on the bottom, Draconicon."

"I'm afraid that will not happen."

Zavis flexed his fingers, letting each knuckle down each digit crack as he did. The snake rolled his head to one side - crack - then the other - crack - before lowering his shoulders, the tension bleeding from him in the process.

"May I ask who my opponent is?"

"Chio."

The orc snapped his fingers, and the panda bear among the bundle of people behind the big green visitor stepped forward. The ursine bowed left and right, then stepped forward to take the snake's hand.

Zavis returned the favor, the two of them bowing at the waist over their clenching fingers.

"I hope that you understand that this is nothing personal," he said, offering a thin smile.

"Likewise. I only serve my master's commands out of loyalty, rather than agreement."

"Merely professional, then?"

"A business."

"As butlers should undertake everything, out of loyalty and professionalism."

"Indeed."

"Is your hand hurting?" Zavis asked.

"I hardly feel a thing. You?"

"Nothing at all."

That was despite the tension that both their arms had taken on, biceps bulging and their arms shaking as they stared at one another.

He will be a hard one to fight, Zavis thought as his arm shook. Just as strong as me, likely, and with more stability. I'll have to rely more on reach than anything else if I want to get him under my heel.

"Alright, set up the arena," the orc said. "Let's see how long your snake can resist my panda."

As the arena was set up, Zavis took the time to study his opponent, just as he was aware that Chio was doing with him. The pair of them were both professional, he could see that much; like recognized like, and he easily recognized the way that the panda so casually took in all the details around him.

Feints were not an option in this fight, nor was trickery. Such things did not become butlers. It was an insult to their profession to believe that anything would pass beneath the notice of another so skilled. It would be a quick, brutal fight that would likely involve all sorts of gropes, grabs, and grapples.

And if he gets a good grip on me, I'm doomed.

The panda's body was on the thicker side, as expected of any ursine, but there was a great deal of muscle beneath that thickness and paunch. He could see the flexing tissue any time that Chio moved, though that was rare as the panda shifted from one point of the arena to the other. His limbs were thick, too, strong and heavy, and he knew that those could deliver a crushing hug if he was caught in them. One good squeeze, and he'd be fucked.

Literally.

So, I don't get caught. Simple as.

The snake loosened his shoulders, cracking his neck again to get used to the feeling of being more relaxed. It had been some time since the master had ordered him to engage in a direct confrontation, after all, and he needed to make sure that he was properly limber for it.

"Is that all that you wear?"

Chio's question made him chuckle. The snake reached up to his bowtie, giving it a gentle pull.

"As a very famous physician once said, 'Bow ties are cool.' Besides, I don't need to carry gadgets or gear to do my job."

"Nor do I, but at least I allow my body to speak for itself."

"The body does not speak, not if you are properly of service."

"Then neither should the mouth," Chio shot back.

"Perhaps you should stop firing first."

The snake smiled as the 'walls' of the arena came down around them, the paper curtains sufficient to keep the boundaries of the ring marked. There was enough space for the both of them, easily, with the curtains directly behind him five feet away, and the other side of the arena another twenty feet. A twenty-five foot circle, with one side of it being the windows that overlooked the city proper.

It would do just fine for him.

He leaned back, allowing his weight to rest on his tail and his hips, his hands forward for balance and his tail twitching from side to side. The panda, on the other hand, set himself with his hands pointed forward, already in a half-squat.

"The first to claim the other is the winner," Zavis said. "That was our agreement, yes?"

"Yes, indeed. I hope that you feel ready to drip. I tend to ooze a lot at the end."

"As do I. Several shafts have a way of doing that."

"You will have to show me, after the match of course."

"Don't get so cocky."

The two butlers narrowed their eyes, sizing one another up one last time. All they needed was the call of their masters to send them charging at one another.

"Begin."

As soon as they had it, they moved. Zavis swung his tail around, using it to make each forward step a bit more unpredictable, throwing him from side to side, the serpentine nature of his species in every step.

The bear, on the other hand, charged forward as all his species did, like a rumbling avalanche coming down the mountain. There was no way that he could take that head-on, so he decided to go for something different.

At the last second, Zavis thrust his tail down, hitting the floor with the echoing thud of a beaver's tail on a dam. It launched him right into the air, over the bear's shoulders and onto the ground behind him. He was already spinning, his tail slapping against the ursine's neck, pulling Chio back to him as he squeezed, hard, cutting off the bear's air supply already.

Before he could get into position, though, the bear had already begun his turn. One hand around Zavis's tail tip and the other grasping for the snake, there was no way for the butler to pull away. He was yanked forward as the bear turned himself into a coil rest, willingly tightening the snake's tail further around his neck.

And it had a horrible, horrible effect that Zavis hadn't counted on.

Oh, no...

It happened as if in slow motion. As his tail tightened, the bear's cock started rising, the long, heavy shaft hanging over those equally heavy balls coming up quickly, throbbing at the lack of oxygen. By the time that they were hip to hip, that cock was completely hard...

And Zavis, most unfortunately, was not.

"AAAAAAGH!"

He screamed as they came together, the bear's cock slamming into his slit, forcing its way around his shafts as its own size carried it further, deeper than it was supposed to go into such a vulnerable area. He gasped for breath, his eyes wide as his cocks were pummeled down, that shaft going in hard.

"Mmmph...choke...harder..."

The bear taunted him, smirking as he brought his arms around the snake's hips, holding him down, keeping him in place. One thrust, two, three, that fat panda cock going deeper and deeper inside of him, bruising his dicks with the hard, rough passage. Grunting, panting, he was lifted onto his tiptoes, and the bear's brutal strength had him in a bind.

Desperate for some way out, he lifted his arms and brought his fists down on the bear's neck. One good blow turned to two, and the bear's grip slackened. Not enough to escape, but enough to wriggle, to lean forward.

He climbed, dragging most of the shaft out of him, but not all. He embraced his opponent around the neck, pulling him in -

"MMMPH!"

And just like that, the bear's nose was jammed under his arm. One good breath, two, three of the snake's pit musk, and suddenly, the panda was no longer gripping him quite so tightly.

Zavis kicked off, his powerful legs sinking into the bear's plush belly as he threw himself backwards. Chio grunted, rolling back, while the snake landed on his back and turned it into a roll, going backward as fast as he could to get some distance between him and the bigger butler.

That was close. Way, way too close.

He panted softly as he got back to his feet, running his fingers down between his legs. His slit was lightly bruised. Not badly, but enough that getting hard was going to be a bit more difficult than he liked. He wouldn't be able to just walk up and slam in anymore, that was for sure.

Using my tail to get himself hard, using my slit to get close to winning AND sabotage me at the same time...

He had to admit, the panda was a brutal fighter, and an efficient one, too. Much as he hated to say it, he admired that sort of tactical thinking.

As he tried to pull himself together, the panda had already gotten back to his feet. Slightly softened, but still mostly hard, the naked bear began circling, strolling around the edge of the arena. Zavis shook his head, doing the same as he encouraged his dicks out of his slit. One, then the other slowly pushed free, the pair of cocks resting at an odd angle due to the bruising that they'd received.

"I hope you don't think that you're getting both of those in me," Chio said. "I have a certain capacity, but even my master has not tested me with two."

"Then your master has failed with a portion of your training. I have had to take on three at once."

"Then I cannot imagine that your master takes much pleasure from your hole."

"Ah, but he does. He prefers the wrecked ones."

There was more truth to that than just the physical, Zavis knew. There were many things that he and the others could be called, many things that they had been before they met their master. Perhaps the dragon hadn't healed all of them, but he did call to those that knew a certain sort of pain.

Talk could not last for long, and soon, they were at one another's throats again. Zavis threw himself sideways rather than up this time, bringing his arm up to try and trap the bear again -

"Not this time!"

Only to be caught in the muscular, white and black furred arm that came at him from the other side. He grunted as he was swept down, taken to the ground as the panda bear followed him down.

Groaning under the big, powerful butler, Zavis was forced to breathe in the hot, rank musk that covered the furry pit, his eyes wetting and his nose burning as he breathed in the smell of sweat, musk, and more. His cocks throbbed hard, and his back arched as the panda leaned down on him that much more, forcing it further down his system, deeper into his head.

There were no shouts, no cheers as there had been for Fyacin. His people trusted him, and he couldn't let them down. He panted for breath, sucking it in, his mind burning...

But he was slowly getting used to it. It was nothing compared to the heat that he breathed in every time that he was under his master's heel, nothing compared to the hot, thick scent that he was used to experiencing under his master's ass. Compared to the dragon he served, this panda was nothing.

With a deep grunt, he swung his legs up and over, bringing his toes down into the back of the panda's head. Chio tumbled over him, falling forward and rolling in the process, while the serpent kicked himself upright once more.

Nnngh...he keeps grabbing me...

On the plus side, his cocks were probably about as hard as they were going to get. If he could just get behind the big guy, then he could win. If he could just get one good angle...

He looked down at his feet, at the toe rings that his master had given him. They would be enough to turn the tide, if he got the chance to use them. The question was, would he get that chance?

"Do you think so little of me that you can take your eyes off the battle?"

"What - Nnngh!"

Chio had recovered faster than he thought, the panda charging him from behind and carrying him along for the ride. Zavis tried to slow them down, but the only thing that did that was -

"OOF!"

The window, and his cheek ached as he was slammed against it. The other butler pressed against him hard from behind, his eyes rolling back as his breath was half-crushed from his body. He threw one elbow back, but Chio caught it before it could catch him on the cheek, or in the ribs.

A hand on the back of his head pulled his face back -

"NNNGH!"

And then slammed it forward, hitting him against the window and dazing him.

He heard someone shouting in the stands, followed by the vague crackle sound of the master's magic. Someone must have tried to jump over the edge of the arena, trying to get to him and help him.

Probably Veronica, he thought in the daze. Hates seeing others get hurt...

He couldn't defend himself properly as his tail was forced up, as was one of his legs. He was pinned against the window, unable to pull back, his twin dicks forced against the glass as much as the rest of him. Anyone that looked up from the city below would see just what was happening to him, what was going on in the dragon's skyscraper.

Mmmph...hope they...enjoy the view...

It took him until he felt the cock of the panda under his tail, the thick head rubbing around his ass cheeks, to finally realize that he was about to get pounded. If he didn't do something, then he was doomed. Either the panda would cum first and he'd lose, or he'd be made to cum and then escape, losing the chance to cum again anytime soon.

Damn...damn...

There was no choice. He had to do it. He had to use the rings.

As the head of the panda's cock popped into his asshole, pulling a gasping breath from his lips, Zavis activated them. He felt the tingle as the power of the rings ran through his body, pulling on him, on his identity, on his plans. It faded almost immediately after, replaced with the sensation of pleasure that came from having his ass stretched.

"For someone that claimed to take three dicks at once, you're giving mine a good squeeze," Chio said. "I will give you respect for that, on the idea that you were not lying to me."

"I do - mmmph - I do not lie..."

"One would hope not. It is most unprofessional."

"As is - Nnngh - fucking your - ah - competition."

"This is our contest, is it not? And I can only win by cumming inside of you."

That was the deal, and Zavis shivered as he felt the slippery shaft working deeper into his hole. It was thick, alright, probably about two and a bit inches thick, and it pushed in deep enough to leave him grunting every time that it pounded into him. His eyes were rolling back in their sockets already, and both his dicks were dribbling pre-cum onto the window.

Thrust, slide, thrust, slide, he went, each time dragging his dicks across the sun-warmed, frictionless surface, each time feeling the hot, burning feeling of a dry cock slamming into him. The only juices on it were those that it had stolen from his slit, and that wasn't nearly enough to make it comfortable.

If there wasn't such a tight grip on his leg, he might have spun around, or drop-kicked his heel down into the panda's face, but Chio seemed all too aware of that. The panda had him in a grip too tight to escape on his own.

So it was a good thing that he wasn't on his own.

Looking over his shoulder as best he could, he saw his clone coming around the big panda. The other serpent smiled at him, showing off the big, thick, double-dicks that were waiting to teach the other butler a lesson.

No longer 1 v 1, but it's better than losing, he thought, panting softly as he felt the heat of that cock speeding up in his ass. He needed to get away from it, and fast.

The other serpent moved in close, keeping his head and body down until the last possible second, and then -

POP!

"NNNGH!"

This time, it was Chio that was gasping, Chio that was surprised. He pulled back, his body unintentionally thrusting back into the twin dicks in his ass, and it gave the snake exactly what he needed. That little bit of room to work.

He brought his foot down, smothering the panda's face under his damp sole and using it as a platform to push himself forward. It wasn't much, but he was able to get a few inches, a few inches that he hadn't had before. His ass cheeks parted as the panda's cock slipped free, and he let himself drop.

Rolling as soon as he hit the floor, he saw other copies of himself appearing, two, three, four, five of them coming out of the rings that he wore. Some summoned copies of themselves, bringing a total of fourteen to the arena.

Nobody commented on it from the seats above, so he continued his strategy.

First, to seduce the body, he thought, a line of scaly men coming up at the panda from the front, pulling him into kiss after kiss. Hot, deep, wet, with a forked tongue delving into the other butler's mouth as they did it. It took almost no time for Chio to start panting, his cock throbbing.

"Nnngh...you...this is..."

"A butler uses all available resources to secure a victory for his master," the snake said. "Or, failing that, to avoid a defeat."

As kiss after kiss was stolen, the panda was yanked off his feet, held aloft by three different copies of Zavis. One of them was slapping his hips forward fast and hard, fucking his double-dicks into a hole that was not ready for them in the slightest, while the others were slowly stroking the panda's cock, keeping him focused on pleasure as much as he was on the discomfort of the dicks too big for him to handle up his ass.

The original groaned as he rubbed his own ass, feeling the pre-cum oozing out of his stretched hole. He shook his head.

A little too much musk exposure. I should have been able to handle that hammering far easier. I will have to improve myself.

Shaking his head, he walked over to the panda, standing on the backs of one of his clones. Chio looked up at him, eyes half-glazed as the snake stood over him. Zavis chuckled, lifting one scaly foot and curling his toes over the head of the panda's cock.

As Chio arched his back, gasping, the snake shook his head.

"I have trained myself to be better than I need to be. No proper butler can call themselves ready for every situation, but you can train to be better than any situation that you can imagine. If you train hard, you can adapt for situations that you hadn't imagined.

"And you never did. You merely assumed that you were the best. I imagine that, if you had trained, if you had pushed yourself further, I would not be the victor here."

He looked at his clone, and nodded.

With a sudden grunt, the snake clone thrust forward, spilling his seed deep inside of the panda. As soon as Zavis could see some of his seed oozing past the split shafts, he dismissed his clones, turning to bow to the assembled harem members.

"And so concludes our fight," he said, keeping the panting he wanted to do at bay. "I hope that our match has entertained all of you."

"It was a marvelous match, and certainly a great use of resources..."

Zavis cocked his head to the side at the way that his master said that, looking back up at his side. The black dragon looked back at him, glancing across the way at the orc, and Zavis turned to do the same.

"But it was not a 1 v 1 match," Oc-Tar said. "I refuse to count that as a win for your side when you summoned so many supporters. My butler had you, and that was all there was to it."

"That asshole slammed Zavis's head into a wall!" Veronica shouted from Draconicon's side of the arena. "You think that's fair? I thought this was a sex fight, not a fucking rape pit!"

"No kidding, that wasn't fair," Engy, the metal-armed, yellow-scaled dragon of the group said, shaking his head. "Zavis, do you need any medical attention? I have a bunch of healing potions right here."

"I'm fine," the serpent said. "I just need to sit down for a while."

That was the understatement of the century. His head was ringing, and he had done less well than he'd thought. Yet, at the same time, he had known what he was getting into. The panda was a butler, and that meant a hard fight against someone that had the same sort of skills as he had. For all his confidence, he should have known better.

At the same time, he had managed to avoid a defeat for his master, so it wasn't a total loss.

As he walked to the edge of the arena, he stumbled slightly, and no sooner had his knee hit the ground than Engy, Veronica, and Ellyra were all there to help him up. He allowed himself to be half-pulled, half-carried from the arena by the dragon, German Shepherd, and unicorn, shaking his head.

I might have overdone it.

On top of the arena wall, Draconicon shook his head. That had gone far rougher than he would have liked, but at the same time, he knew that the snake liked to go rough. Rougher than most of his harem did, if it came right down to that.

Still...one win, no losses, he thought. That is better than the alternative, at the moment.

He knew that Oc-Tar had at least five other harem members than the ones that he had brought to the skyscraper, and he also knew that the big green orc could summon them at a moment's notice if he needed to keep this contest going. It wasn't two matches of four, but two out of a possible nine that still loomed ahead.

And who will he use next? he wondered. Who will I use next? Ellyra? Engy? Nataraj?

It depended on who Oc-Tar picked next, considering that the orc would have to declare his fighter first in the next round.

The End