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Conning the Arena

Chapter 4

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By Draconicon

Shelly ended up being right and wrong. There was another fight a few hours after he arrived, though he wasn't part of it. The bear watched as two other fighters were dragged out. One wolf, one raccoon, neither of which he knew or cared about. The raccoon looked confident, the wolf didn't.

After that, the only real activity in the barracks were the random conversations between the little cliques of fighters and the occasional interruption of a squad of guards stepping inside. They'd pick one of the fighters - usually someone that was already tired or bruised - and would escort them out without a word. Olag didn't know where they were being taken, but he doubted it was for anything good. Nobody looked happy about it, and the other fighters kept their heads down until the guards disappeared. Olag made notes, and kept his mouth shut as the guards passed.

Eventually, the room buzzed with the sound of a half-dead intercom, and the fighters proceeded to their goo beds. Shelly the mouse took hers two spots down from his, with an empty one between them. Olag imagined that one had either been abandoned or was in use by one of the fighters that had been taken out for whatever purposes that the peacock had in mind.

"Gonna enjoy your fuck-sleep?" the bear asked the mouse.

"Are you?"

"Depends if it's nice."

"It never is."

Olag chuckled, but still grimaced as he looked down at the black rubber. He remembered how it felt to be swallowed by the ooze before, how it had taken everything he had to keep the ice inside from getting free. He'd have to make sure that he was double-careful tonight. He could only imagine the sort of cameras that they had pointed at him right then.

He pressed his feet into the ooze, feeling the black stuff sliding between his toes like questing tongues, only for them to start solidifying around the digits. The polar bear gritted his teeth in a mix of disgust and arousal, but slowly forced his feet further and further down, pressing into the slime until his feet were all the way submerged. It sucked at him, slowly pulling him further and further in.

Once he was up to his thighs, more of it oozed along his cock and balls, slithering up them like snakes looking for a perch. He shook his head, keeping his hands at his sides, doing his best to ignore them even as his cock started rising up. Soon, it was pointing forward, and the black slime flattened to it, smearing along the underside and up to the tip. He braced himself, but there was no -

"Nnngh..."

The feeling of the smooth rod of slime pushing past his urethra still stung, and he bit his lips to keep from making more of a sound than he already had. He huffed and puffed, shaking his head as he kept sinking, as his cock was swallowed and submerged in a layer of shimmering black. It only got thicker the longer that it applied itself, with the inside rippling over his shaft almost constantly. Olag had to keep huffing and puffing as it teased the outside and inside of his cock at the same time, and barely managed to keep from making a fool of himself as it teased the living hell out of him. It didn't get better as his hips sank into the ooze and his cock with it. If anything, it only got worse, the intensity rising and his eyes closing tight to ignore what he could.

The only reason he could tolerate as much as he did was the fact that the other fighters were no better off than he was. They were panting, moaning, gasping, groaning. Some of the females moaned louder than they had to, showing off as they were dragged down into their ooze prisons, while some of the males outright fucked themselves against the crap coating them from head to toe.

Olag wasn't one of those. He just bit off the worst of it, right up to the point of -

"Fuck!"

He growled as the slime once more forced its way up his ass, widening just inside the rim. If it hadn't been as smooth and slick as it was, the whole thing would have hurt so much more, but the strange black material was made specifically to avoid that, it seemed. It pushed inside, then widened, becoming a tube doubtlessly meant to suck things out.

Olag forced himself to not fight against the sucking, falling, sinking feeling of the ooze, letting it pull him in further and further until he was up to his neck in it. Most of the others had already disappeared, with only the giraffe from earlier and two or three others having the height to last that long. Tubes pushed out of the top of each black pool, marking the breathing tubes that was all that kept them alive through the night. He knew how that would feel, and did his best not to freak out as his head was leaned back, pulled under the black.

He was blind.

He was deaf.

For three seconds, he could not breathe. Then the tubes came, opening his nostrils, and he was able to get his first breath through the tubes. They pressed in further and further, invading his nostrils until they rested at the back of his throat. He almost gagged.

The pressure of the ooze all around him ensured that he did not sink any further, but other than that, it was total sensory deprivation. He could feel the light pressure that kept him from sinking, but he could not rise, could not fall. He could not hear, he could not smell anything, as the barracks were kept completely deodorized. He could not see. He could not open his mouth to taste.

All he could do was feel, and he felt far too much. The ooze squeezed around his shaft most prominently, but it also moved and rustled around the rest of his body, as well. It pressed against his back, against his rump. It lifted his feet and rubbed along his shoulders. It pressed against all sides of his head with a weight that was so slight and yet completely impossible to ignore.

It was a reminder of how much less he was, and -

Trapped.

There it was. The ice again. He clenched down on it.

Only trapped for now.

Get out.

Not yet. Soon.

Out.

No.

OUT!

No.

And so he 'soothed' it, pushing it back down, holding it tight as the ooze continued to roll and ripple across his body in the endless dark. Eventually, he fell asleep. Or at least, he assumed he did. It felt different from staring into the dark and being endlessly bored, at the very least, and that was something.

The next day arrived with a push and a gasp, and Olag groaned out loud as the tubes came free of his nose when his head broke the surface. He pressed his hands to the edge of the pool as soon as they were free, struggling against the instinct to yank himself all the way out.

"Fucking hell..."

At least he wasn't the only one that hated it. Even the other fighters that looked like they were more experienced didn't look happy, and one or two looked like they were coming out of something damn close to a panic attack. One black bear in particular looked like he was about ready to rip himself out of the ooze regardless of whether he left something behind.

That made it easier for him to hold back. If the others were panicking, then that meant he stood to gain if he didn't. He could look tougher, harder. They'd be a little more worried about pushing their luck that way.

He glanced sideways. Shelly was already pulling her feet free of the ooze, and the mouse gave him a meaningful look. She'd want to talk, then. He gave her a slight nod, and leaned back to wait.

Morning wood was a bitch as it finally got released from the ooze, and his urethra still gaped from the night-long spreading that it had gotten. His ass clenched tight as soon as the other plug pulled free, and he sat down on the edge of the 'bed'. The cold steel wasn't comfortable, but it was a hell of a lot better than the alternative. He leaned forward, watching his legs slowly get regurgitated from the pool below. Soon enough, they were free, and so were all the other assholes.

Before anyone could start anything, the intercom buzzed. Dr. Malfust's voice came through.

"Good morning, subjects. It is another day, and a new load of potential betters have come to see a show. We will have a tournament for their sake."

Some groans, some grins. A mixed reaction. Olag kept his mouth shut as the peacock continued.

"As usual, the losers will be sent to the labs for greater augmentation. The top four will be allowed to choose an augmentation of their desire, as well as gain the attention of all those watching. And we all know how much that matters down here, don't we?"

He could just imagine that this was the way that the dark ring made its money. They sold the augmented fighters to those that had the funds to pay for a heavily-trained, heavily-modified bodyguard that was likely also fitted with a control device. That was the only thing that made sense at this point, though why Malfust was willing to make so many that could then be sold off without a second thought...

That part didn't feel right, and he knew that he'd need to think more about that one.

"Our first round will be Carter and Harrison."

The giraffe from yesterday and the black bear both grunted, the pair of them moving to the front of the room. The rest of the fighters gave them space, and Olag made a mental note. Carter. Carter. He'd remember that name.

The guards came and the fighters were taken away. One wall panel shimmered, and a camera feed from an arena was displayed. Olag took a glance at it - a multi-tiered, hexagonal ring - and then looked away.

Shelly joined him a few minutes later after the other fighters went to watch the show. She sat down beside him, her legs pulled up, her knees almost touching her chest.

"Sleep well?"

"Heh, fuck no."

"Figured." She shook her head. "Look. You want information from me?"

"I want a lot of things."

"But do you want them from me?"

"Depends on how much ya have to give, really."

"..."

"Look. Ain't holding it over your head, but just saying. I saw what ya liked yesterday, and I know that I can give it to ya. And I want that, too. So, if ya wanna sell two things, ya got a buyer here. If ya don't, ya still got a buyer, but that means I gotta look around for more than what you're giving me." Olag shrugged. "Basic economics, really."

"Since when does a fighter care about numbers?"

"Since it keeps paying the rent."

Shelly shook her head, and Olag kept quiet. Of course, he knew that he was pushing his luck. While Carter and his rat bastard of a friend had implied that they had something that they wanted from him, that didn't mean that they had anything in mind for payment. He imagined that they had something that they'd offer, since he doubted that they believed they could just make him do something - at least, he assumed that they weren't that stupid - but he didn't know for sure.

Shelly was a sure bet, while they were a half-bet at best. That said, it didn't hurt to see if he could get more options by pushing the mouse to his right.

"Look...I can't just go around giving you what everyone else wants," she said. "I'm not that kind of girl."

"Don't imagine much of 'em are," Olag admitted. "But out here? Ya spend the currency ya have, and ya offer the goods ya got. If ya don't, then someone else will, and ya miss out."

"I'm saying...no pussy."

"I'm good with that."

"And you better have some good tongue if you want me to give up my ass for you."

"One, I do. Two, ya will. Three, that leaves four other ways you can get me off."

"Hmmph."

"But whatcha want in return, girl?"

"...I want you to take down the people that keep trying to put me down. And make sure that you keep me safe when they come for me later."

"That it?"

"That's it. For now."

"...Heh. I'll go with it, then. For now."

"Great. Now..." She looked around the room, eventually nodding at the orca male that Olag had fantasized about a bit the night before. She leaned in closer, muttering out of the corner of her mouth. "He'll be going pretty far in the tournament today. Name's Griggs. I want you to teach him a lesson."

"Heh, I planned to fuck the hell out of him if I got paired up with him."

"Do it. Rough."

"Any special requests?"

"Beat him down hard, first. He spread the first rumors that I'm a slut and willing to give it up. No matter how many times I push back, no matter how many other competitors I put in the infirmary, I haven't been able to shake it. But if he goes down, and I say it's because of me -"

"Ya got it."

It wouldn't be perfect, but it'd show that she had a bruiser on her side, and someone that would do what he was told. It would be a start towards carving a place for herself out of this little barracks.

"And when you finish, make sure you say it came from me."

"I'll tell him that Shelly says 'fuck you.'"

"Heh, that'll work."

He smiled, then slowly reached over. She didn't quite pull back, but her smile dropped a little as he ran his hand along her thigh, then slightly further up. Naked as she was, he could feel the odd bit of pussy juice from the night before along her fur, and her crotch wasn't exactly dry.

"Heh...and when it's done?"

"..."

"We'll talk terms then, eh?"

"We'll talk then."

"I can work with that."

She started to get up, only for him to squeeze her thigh and stop her in her tracks. The mouse glared at him, but he just shook his head.

"Remember? Ya promised me info, not just sex."

"...I did."

"So, what's he got that I gotta worry about?"

"He's got a hardening implant, lodged under the left ribs."

"Anything else?"

"Muscle enhancers, both shoulders and behind the balls."

"Heh..."

"You're taking this really easily," Shelly said, narrowing her eyes. "Don't underestimate him."

"Girl...let me tell ya something. When that match comes up, don't change the channel."

Olag waited for three more rounds before they called his name. It was a piss-easy match, too, with some guy that looked like he was on his last legs. Clearly, it was meant to show off a newcomer in the best way.

The polar bear didn't play their game. Instead, he let the other man throw punches until he was tired, tripped him, and sat on him. The crowd didn't like it, and they showed it. They booed, they shook their fists at him, they shouted at him to actually fight.

He ignored them, paying attention to the people that didn't scream. They knew what he was doing. They knew what that sort of control meant.

The initial matches were fast and furious, with those that had the skill and augmentations to do well rising through the ranks and those that didn't falling by the wayside. Olag made it a point not to throw a punch until the other person showed that they could hit him; if they couldn't do that much, he didn't even bother fighting them. And despite his bulk, he was fast. Very fast.

It wasn't until the fourth match that someone managed to hit him. It wasn't until the fifth that someone made the fight last. Luckily, it was the fight that he had been waiting for, too.

Griggs stepped out of the other side of the hexagonal arena, the naked orca waving to the crowd with a wide grin on his face. He pumped his arms, flexing, his rounded head shining and his body doing the same. He had worked up quite a sweat, and he left sweat prints on the steel as he walked across the arena. The bear smirked, rolling his arms around as he got himself ready for the round. This was going to be a good one, and his cock was already starting to go up and stiffen.

They met in the middle of the arena. Griggs looked down, then back up, the orca smirking as he grabbed his cock around the base and flicked his own limp one around.

"Looking forward to getting this rammed down your throat so much, bitch?" Griggs asked.

"Could ask ya the same thing," Olag said, leaning in until he and the orca were almost pressing their foreheads together. "Gonna make me work for the chance to fuck your ass?"

"It's all yours, if you can take it."

There was no banter, no announcement. All those gathered in the stands had been there for the earlier part of the tournament, and they knew who was competing. Introducing them would have served no point. Instead, there was just a buzzer, loud, harsh, and meant to jumpstart the fight.

It worked, too. Griggs whipped his head back and swung forward again, bashing Olag across the muzzle, and it was the first time that it actually hurt to get hit. The polar bear grunted, taking a half-step back from a blow that would have flattened the muzzle of any normal man, but barely gave him a hint of a nosebleed. He rubbed his face, flicking the blood away.

"Nice warm-up," he said.

"...Heh...oh, this is gonna be good."

"Ain't it?" Olag grinned, pulling up his fists. "Let's fight."

They were at it instantly, punches launched, their knuckles cracking together, their chins tucked as they looked for an opening. Olag had to push himself harder, but not quite as hard as the tests had demanded. He wasn't at the edge of what Malfust knew that he could do just yet. So long as he didn't push much past that -

He saw the slight swell of muscle in the orca's shoulders, and knew that the implants had just triggered. Rather than punch the incoming blow, he caught it, and did the same with the next, holding Griggs's fists in the palms of his hands. The impacts stung, but not too much. He chuckled as the other guy blinked.

"How -"

"Ain't that hard to see when an augment's being used."

"You -"

"So, planning to break my hands with that next punch, huh? Tsk, tsk."

"You - ho, you're good."

"Yeah. And you're an ass."

And with that, he kicked. His leg went right up between the orca's thighs, aiming not for the testicles, but for the taint just behind it. His toes found the implant that was lodged right behind them, and his kick was hard enough that it shattered right then and there. It was better than any ball shot, that was for damn sure, and the orca sagged forward, gasping as most of the strength went out of his arms. Olag kept his grip, though, and as he brought his leg back down, he turned, spinning and yanking Griggs right over his head, bringing him down with a hard slam to the floor.

"NNNNGH!"

"Yeah, should probably tell ya. I know what ya got. And I know that didn't do that much. You're just shocked. Surprised. Ain't thinking straight."

"Mmph...you...nngh..."

"Probably shoulda triggered that hardening implant, right? Taken the blow to the spine a little better after being flipped over? That's the problem with those fucking things. They turn on when ya tell 'em, and sometimes, ya just ain't ready."

Olag 'knelt' on the orca's chest, pressing his knee to the ribs at the precise point where Shelly had indicated. It didn't take long for the strain to reach a point of screaming pain for his opponent, and just a hair more pressure cracked the implant just behind the ribs without actually breaking anything around it. They'd be bruised, sure, but that'd come later, when the pain had had time to actually settle in. For now, he was just robbed of his biggest defense, and Olag could do what he wanted. Strength without stamina was fucking shit.

He pulled back, spinning Griggs around so that he was on his belly. He knelt on the back of the orca's knees, pulling him up so that he was pinned in place, arms trapped in a 'hug' of sorts. The bear leaned in, saying just loud enough for the cameras and microphones to pick up what he said.

"Shelly says 'fuck you.'"

"Nnngh...that...that fucking - NNNGH!"

Olag squeezed. He could have broken ribs, could have pulled the orca's arms out of their sockets and left them completely dislocated. Instead, he just jammed pressure into the implants in the shoulders, making sure to crack the casings of them so that the big guy didn't have any chance to use them anymore. In just one short minute, he had reduced the orca from a powerful fighter to someone that would barely be able to hold his own against one of his boss's crew members.

It was kind of pathetic, really. If they were this easily broken -

Steady, steady. Ain't like he's the best. Just one of the mid-tier shits...

But a mid-tier shit that he had beaten. He let the orca fall back to all fours, smiling as Griggs struggled to catch his breath.

"Now, what was that about taking it if I could beat ya?"

"..."

"I'm gonna take it, alright."

He pushed that large tail up, using his other hand to spread the cheeks. The pucker was hardly used, which meant that it was going to get a breaking of a stretch from him. He looked forward to that.

But first...

He leaned in, taking a deep breath. Sweat, musk, the raw bitterness that came from another person's ass: it was just what he loved. He dove in, burying his muzzle between the musky cheeks, his tongue sliding out and leaving a sloppy trail of spit and slime all along the space between the cheeks. They were already sweaty, already needy, but this just made it better. He gripped them hard, pulling them further apart when the orca tried to clench them shut.

He reached around, pulling at the orca's balls, making sure he couldn't pull away. Griggs grunted, huffing, shaking his head, whimpering.

Oh, the whimpering. The thing inside him loved that. Olag didn't mind it, either.

After the first few swipes of his tongue, he could feel the little pucker starting to twitch, getting into it despite itself. He worked his tongue along the valley between the cheeks, then up to the cleft under the tail, and then back down again. Each lick lathered the whole thing with plenty of lube, and he knew that he'd need each and every drop of it to get what he wanted out of this.

Eventually, as Griggs started moaning, he knew the time had come. He dragged his tongue across that sweaty pucker one more time, and then pushed forward.

"AH!"

The orca moaned and screamed for him on broadcasted television. Olag barely remembered their audience, more interested in enjoying himself as he rammed his tongue past the pucker, pushing it further, deeper into that hole. He felt the warm flesh around his tongue, enjoyed the feeling of it clenching around the intruding bit of wet, and he wiggled it back and forth.

"Ah...ah!"

Griggs couldn't push him back. The orca was too well-trapped, balls squeezed, ass stolen, his strength taken from him with everything that Olag had done to neutralize him. He was a broken bitch.

The bear had no illusions. The ass would get his augmentations back, probably better than before, and then Malfust would sell a grudge match where Olag would have to lose. One way or another, he would have to, and the peacock would upgrade the shit out of the orca to make it happen. Griggs, if he got through it, would go along with the whole thing, wanting to take back his pride.

Olag looked forward to it. Just like he had been looking forward to this ass.

He dragged his tongue out slowly, making sure that he could feel every little clench as the orca tried to keep him from doing more with it. It was useless. The orca's strength had been from the implants. Olag's came from raw training, from being who he was. He could not have his power taken from him. He'd earned it, over and over and over again, and he felt great.

He growled as shoved his tongue in again, that squelch, that feeling of overwhelming the other man, making him harder and harder. His cock oozed over Griggs's legs, covering them in musky pre-cum, ensuring that they were going to be good and slimy for a while. The bear growled, thrusting his tongue in and out, feeling that pucker bend and expand, stretching despite its other wishes for him. He kept tongue-fucking it over and over again, and the audience was all but silent as he took advantage of his opponent. He imagined that they had no idea what to say.

When he finally pulled back, that hole was a spit-soaked mess, something that was more akin to a fleshlight than anything normal. He grinned, slapping his cock against it as he pulled closer. Griggs groaned, slowly panting, trying to pull himself together, to find the words to say something, but it was too late.

He pressed the head of his cock to that hole, and rammed in.

"..."

The orca's face was the picture of someone broken in, completely shocked, completely shattered. His eyes were wide, his mouth open, his breath slowly wheezing between his teeth as that cock took front and center in his mind. Olag had done this enough times to know what the fat assed slut needed. He pushed forward, then dragged himself back ever so slowly, ensuring that every inch of his cock made his point, that it owned the orca, and that he, Olag, had won.

All the way back to the head, taking his time to ensure that everyone could see his sheer length on the cameras, only to push it back in as fast as he could. Griggs groaned immediately, his arms falling out from under him, his eyes going wide. He could barely breathe, clearly, his chest shaking as he tried to pull in some oxygen and failed. Olag pulled out, and the orca started to catch his breath again, only to wheeze it all out when the bear slammed back in up to the hilt, balls slapping off that black and white ass as he kept training that pucker with his cock.

In, out, in, out, each time feeling that pucker clench down a little bit harder, each time showing him how much the little slut needed it. The resistance, the whimpers, the fear, the bit of pain, that all faded in short order. Within a minute of beginning his jackhammer pace, Olag had the orca eating out of the palm of his hand. The once-proud warrior was panting and moaning, gasping and screaming for more cock. He arched his back, he thrust his ass back, and he screamed.

"Give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME!"

Olag grinned, and he did just that. In, out, in, out, each thrust making that pucker's clench that little bit weaker, that little bit softer. It was pulling out to match his cock every time that he yanked his hips back, puffing up, becoming a good little fuck-hole rather than just a little tease of a target. Griggs would wear this defeat in shame for some time, he knew, and he loved the thought.

As he picked up the pace further, as he felt the cheeks clapping and flattening around his cock, he knew that he was right on the verge. He was going to cum, and he was going to do it in front of who knew how many different betters and buyers that had come to see the fighters. They'd remember him. One way or another, they would remember him for a very, very long time.

Olag rammed in one last time and roared, and as he did, he came. The flood rushed down his cock, and he moaned as he felt the heat surrounding his shaft, the deluge of cum in the orca spreading further and further. He pulled out, letting the rest of his load splatter over Griggs's cheeks, and then down his legs, ending with a slimy mess all over the other man's feet. He stood up, slowly, grinning as he turned and looked at the audience.

Dead silence waited for him. Olag turned on his heel, looking left, right, and center. Those that had come to bet looked shattered, probably because they had come to bet on Griggs, not the newcomer. Everyone else looked flat-out shocked. He turned around, his cock slapping against his hips and thighs as he turned around, and the bear slowly put a smile on his face.

"Top that," he said, and walked to the exit.

Olag deliberately placed himself in fourth out of the top four. After Griggs, he toned down his fighting style, didn't push himself as hard, and even made sure to let the others get a few hits in. None that extreme, but always something that made it seem less one-sided at the end of things.

Let the guards think that the fight against Griggs had been a fluke.

Let the other fighters think that he got lucky, or that he cheated.

If it meant that he got to keep his cover, then he was doing the right thing. He needed to make sure that the higher-ups, like Malfust, didn't clock just how easy this was. Harder opponents didn't bother him, but he wanted to make sure that he didn't end up on an exam table, finding out what else they had that could fuck with him. Some of the scans, some of the other tech that they'd shown off there had been past what they should have had, according to all their intel. If they had other things that could fuck with him, he didn't want to make them use it early.

Eventually, he was returned to the barracks. The guards told him that they'd be back for him after the other top three got their choices of augmentations, and left. As soon as they did, he turned to look for Shelly. Seeing the mouse on the far side of the barracks, he trudged over to her, knowing that the better thing would be to keep her looking like his higher-up, despite the truths of the matter.

She nodded as he leaned against the wall beside her.

"I saw the fight."

"Yeah. Told ya to."

"Don't get too cocky. Griggs could hit hard, but he wasn't the best."

"Heh, if he was, I'd be pissed."

"You're weird."

"I'm complicated."

"Someone else say you should call yourself that to not look dumb?"

"Eh, it was suggested." Olag smirked. "So, ya ready to talk about product?"

"About - how the hell are you still interested in that?"

The bear shrugged. One was never enough for him. Usually, it took about seven to satiate him for a while. One just took the edge off a little bit.

The mouse looked up at him, slowly shaking her head. He imagined that she'd probably hoped that he'd tire himself out in the arena and not want to take the payment, but if that was the case, she clearly didn't know him too well. He leaned a bit closer.

"I did what ya asked. Whatcha got for me?"

"...Let me think a bit."

"Think as much as ya like. Long as I get something."

The End

Summary: Olag has his first fight and gets some fun from it.

Tags: M/M, M/F, Olag, Polar Bear, Orca, Rimming, Anal, Musk, Nudity, Series, Ooze, Encasement, Sounding, Plug, Orgasm, Cum, Marking, Sci-Fi, Mouse, Various Species,