The Virtual Kink Arena

Story by draconicon on SoFurry

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Two friends fight in a virtual arena, playing off of different toys and concepts. Then again, what else are you going to do in a dirty, 18+ virtual MMO?

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The Virtual Kink Arena

By Draconicon

Mark would have been doing his pre-battle stretches if he could actually move around very much. Being a panda, and a rather rounded one at that, he had a lot of focus on defense, but not a whole lot on agility. It worked for him, though.

He cracked his neck to one side, then the other as he waited for the bars between him and the arena floor to open. It was a sandy arena today, which meant that things were going to be difficult for both him and his opponent this time. Neither species did particularly well in the desert, but it would probably favor Daren just slightly more, if only for the fact that the otter's webbed toes would give him a better chance to avoid sinking in the sand.

That said...

Mark smiled, running his hands up along his belly. He was a big guy, and if he could get one good grip on Daren, it was over. The otter would know that, and would be doing everything to stay out of his reach, but he knew how this worked. If he got a grip on the otter's tail, could pull him in, then the match was all but won. And if Daren tried his little tricks again, well, he had a few tricks to show off for the otter, as well.

The virtual bell dinged, and the bars slid down. He pressed against the open space in a running animation for a few seconds until the invisible wall dropped, and then entered the arena.

His opponent was moving faster, probably due to those special sandals he wore. Mark recognized the shine on them, knew that they were probably enchanted. The otter himself wore little, barely a loincloth and a collar, and the latter had a chain attached to it. He recognized that, too. The Collar of the Brat. It gave a bonus to all resistance checks against submission-inducing moves. Did provide a nice handhold, though.

They ran up to each other, squaring off in the middle of the arena. Mark knew that he was the one that the audience were betting on this time around. After a week of grinding off in the Dungeons of the 'Cubi, he'd power-leveled up by thirty levels compared to last week, and he'd gotten his own enchanted gear, too. He thumbed the leather harness that ran down his chest and over his belly, making it bounce slightly, his stomach thumping like a drum. His leather pants bulged at the crotch, almost spilling open, and his balls hung low enough to be a good target for lesser players.

Not Daren, though. They had their own way of fighting.

"Ready to go down for the audience, man?" Mark asked, slowly walking sideways in a circle. "I got something special planned for you today."

"Heh, you always do, bro. But I got something for you, too," the otter said, matching him step for step. "Today, you're going off the field with a creampie dribbling down your legs."

"Yeah, you say that now. Let's see how long it takes for you to mewl for my dick again."

"Think you can take me?"

"I know I can."

"Then take this!"

The otter threw the chain at him, and on instinct, Mark caught it. Before he could use it as a proper handhold, though, Daren was running right at him, jumping through the air and kicking for his face.

Mark reacted as he always did, grabbing the ankle coming for him and spinning around. But he forgot about the tail. The otter's long, limber rudder grabbed him by the shoulder, turning the throw that he was starting into a spin. The otter rolled around his arm, coming up and around to -

"MMMPH!"

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Daren said, having spun around and mounted the panda's shoulders. That loincloth had flipped up, and now, he had a musky otter dick in his mouth. "Heh, you always did like it musky. Go on, take a whiff."

"Mmmph!"

He grabbed at the otter's hips, trying to pull him off, but that chain had gone from an easy tool to a problem. It was wrapped around the back of his head, giving the otter something to hold onto as Mark kept trying to pull him free.

Worst of all, he could taste something metallic at the base of that shaft, and groaned under his breath. He'd just bet it was a Ring of Face-Fucking or something like that, something that turned someone's oral ministrations into a reversal effect, giving pleasure through face-fucking someone into submission.

"MMMPH!"

And he got full confirmation of that as the otter thrust into his mouth. That musk, that hot, heavy scent of male, the taste of cock -

Fuck!

Throwing himself backwards, the panda managed to roll onto his back and then keep rolling. The otter had the choice of being trapped in a panda ball or letting go, and Daren took the choice of rolling away, kicking backwards and flying off to another part of the arena.

It took Mark a full five seconds to get back to his feet after he finished his roll. He rubbed his muzzle, getting rid of the drool and pre-cum in the corner of his mouth, but there was no sign of Daren. That meant that he was pulling another trick, another attempt to -

He brought his leg up, a fumbling kick backwards. It wasn't a very effective blow, but it was still enough to heel the otter in the shin. Daren groaned, hopping backwards as the panda turned around.

"Heh, bad move, bro."

"Heh, if you were a bit slower."

"Yeah, I'm slow up here. Not here," he said, pointing to his head and his body in turn.

"Nah, you ain't slow. Just got other things going on."

As Daren rubbed the pain from his shin, the otter grinned at him. Mark grinned back, reaching down to his belt. The otter groaned.

"Oh, come on. You're not getting the Whip of Domination out again, are you? That thing's level 20 stuff. We're what, level 80? 90?"

"95," Mark said.

"Yeah. It's barely good enough for early game stuff. It won't get through my armor class up here."

"Yeah, normally, you'd be right."

"Normally?"

The panda smirked, pulling the whip free. It glowed just as the otter's sandals did. The difference was, the sandals glowed blue. His whip glowed orange.

"Oh, fuck, how the hell did you upgrade it that far?"

"Dungeons of the 'Cubi, man. They'll upgrade anything if you get to the end of their arena."

"Sweet. I'll have to try that."

"Yeah, after I have my fun."

"Riiiiiight, uh, any chance you can make that a bit easier? I mean, that whip kinda stings."

"Yeah."

CRACK! He snapped the whip, bringing it down right on the otter's inner thigh. Daren gasped, and his loincloth immediately started tenting again.

"And you love it," Mark said with a grin.

"Fuuuuuuck..."

He grinned. Despite all the numbers and health bars and other parts of the HUD that floated in his vision, the panda would not have enjoyed this game half as much if he was just playing it solo. Having Daren along, someone he knew and could push himself with, made it a hundred times better.

And knowing what the otter liked made it so much easier, too.

Daren tried to pull back, tried to retreat on those enchanted sandals of his, but those Leather Pumps - enchanted to allow someone to give a footjob without taking their shoes off, bonus against those with a leather fetish - were not good at protecting his feet, or giving him the speed he needed. Crack, crack went the whip, targeted attacks snipping the leather bands that protected the otter's feet and leaving him shoeless.

"Dammit! Do you know how hard it's going to be to get those repaired, Mark?"

"Hard enough to give me an advantage for next week."

"Smart-ass."

"Hot-ass."

Another whip-swing, but not a crack this time. Instead, he managed to wrap it around the otter's ankle, and he used that grip to drag Daren closer, closer, and closer still. Soon, the otter was hopping on one foot right in front of him, unable to pull the whip free.

"I fucking hate this thing. It's OP as fuck when you get it, and now, it's fucking useful again," the otter muttered, fumbling futilely at the end. "Ugh. Fine. You got me."

"Yep."

"How do you want it?"

"All fours, bitch."

"Heh, you never change."

"Only way I can fuck you with this gut; if I tried it on top of you, you'd turn into a pancake."

"Kinky."

"Not for me, it ain't."

He smiled as the otter got down to all fours. Some might have thought that the panda had gotten a good blow in with the Whip of Domination, but no. That thing took at least six strikes to drop anyone down to fuckable submission. Nah, this was just Daren being Daren, giving in when the time was right, and making sure that neither of them felt bad at the end.

He'd have to give him a particularly good ass-fuck for that. Most guys would have fought and dragged it out to the bitter end.

"Ready when you are," Daren said.

"Alright, alright. Eager bitch."

"Nah, that's you."

"You're right about the eager part..."

The End

Summary: Two friends fight in a virtual arena, playing off of different toys and concepts. Then again, what else are you going to do in a dirty, 18+ virtual MMO?

Tags: M/M, oral, fellatio, face-fucking, panda, otter, sandals, leather, barefoot, whip, magic, magic items, virtual reality, game, friends,

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