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Conning the Arena

Chapter 5

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By Draconicon

Olag lounged as the rest of the fighters grunted and grumbled from the fights. Those that had been beaten down were more annoyed than anything else if they were back in the common room. Those that had been beaten bad enough to require attention were elsewhere, and he doubted that they'd be back before morning. The fights that he saw rather than participated in either ended quickly and harmlessly, or brutally and vengefully. Hell, he was pretty sure that the orca he'd beaten down wasn't getting out of the infirmary for at least a day, and that was if they were using some sort of high-tech meds on him to bring him back to normal.

Not that Malfust'll be giving him anything gentle, he thought. New implants, new shit.

But for the moment, he'd made his point. The rest of the fighters already knew the message. Someone new was here, had placed fourth out of the whole cluster of fuckers, and had done something for Shelly the mouse. She had someone on her side, and he was strong.

More to the point, he was waiting for the goods that she had for him. One way or another, he still planned on getting them.

The polar bear glanced around the room. The other fighters occasionally glanced his way, but most of them were eager to avoid his gaze. When they realized that he was looking their way, they would turn and look at someone else, or the wall, or the floor, or anything that wasn't him.

Well, except for two of them.

They were the same rat and giraffe that had come up to threaten him the day before. Both looked his way from time to time, and both made sure that he saw them looking. He remembered what they'd said, too. After the fights, in the showers, which meant that they'd be sent there at some point or other. Probably in the next little while to clean up so that they didn't go into the goo a total mess. He wasn't looking forward to that, either, but at least he'd be ready for it this time.

He was just getting comfortable again, leaning his head back, when the brown-furred mouse made her way over. Naked as him, she gritted her teeth as she stopped just out of arm's reach. She looked down at his dick, and then back up at him. He smirked, deliberately twitching his shaft.

"Reconsidered?" he asked.

"Fuck you."

"That's the plan, eventually." He closed his eyes. "So, ya got something you're willing to offer?"

"You can jerk off on my feet."

"Heh, you think that's enough for setting ya up? Cause I don't."

"It's called an escalating pay structure."

"It's called a fucking scam, girl. Ya want me to keep helping ya, ya better find a better offer. Because I ain't doing charity here."

"...You are seriously going to push me on this?"

"Hey, ya saw the fight. Ya know what I can do. And ya know what I'm worth."

He had hope that she could tell him more than just about the fighters in the room. That was the main offer she'd made, to give him info in exchange for the beatdowns he'd pass out to the ones that bothered her, but he had a feeling that she knew a bit more about this place than he did. At the very least, she'd been here longer, and there might be something worth pushing for.

And at the same time, it gave him something to do besides lay around between fights. He didn't want to get bored...and he didn't want her to think that he was some goody-goody. The more that he got out of this, the more that he looked like some slimeball to everyone else, someone that they didn't have to think too much about. The boss had taught him that much since hiring him.

She growled in that soft, high-pitched tone that he expected from a smaller species. He chuckled.

"I'm waaaaaiting."

"You're an asshole."

"And?"

"...I hate the fact that I still need you."

"Yeah, I get that a lot." Olag popped one eye open. "So, ya said I ain't getting your pussy. What am I getting instead?"

"Mouth."

"Good enough for me."

He scooted his hips forward and spread his legs. The mouse grumbled once more before lying down on her stomach between his legs, her eyes fixed on his cock as it bobbed over her head. She was so small that she almost looked like some teen rather than an adult. He smirked, pulling her head against his balls, dragging her nose around them. She growled, trying to swat his hand away, only for him to push down that much harder, making her grunt against his sweaty sac.

"Ah ah. I didn't say ya could take it at your pace. You're doing it my way."

"Nnngh..."

"Ya ever deepthroat?"

"Nothing this big."

"First time for everything."

Course, he wasn't an ass about letting her get used to it. He pushed her along, yes, but he made sure that each time that she got a taste of him, she had a chance to get used to it before he pushed her any further. The bear took his time to guide Shelly's mouth further and further up his cock, growling under his breath as she worked from the base all the way towards the uncircumcised tip. The mouse gagged as she reached the tip, turning her head away from his cock again, only for him to push her right back to it. Her muzzle ground against the taut foreskin as he rubbed her head against him. He tapped it against her nose, her lips, and she gritted her teeth.

"Heh, what's the matter?"

"Couldn't wait until after your shower?" she muttered.

"Pretty sure you'd be in bed by the time that was done, and then you'd claim that it was too late tomorrow. So, unless ya want to promise me that I get it tomorrow before a fight..."

"..."

"Get sucking, girl. It ain't gonna hurt ya."

"Mmph..."

She didn't complain too much as she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue past his foreskin. It might have been musky - probably was - but she didn't complain that much as she dragged her tongue along the hidden head. Her face burned, though. Probably hadn't expected it.

But it was pleasant, very pleasant, to have such a small muzzle wrapped around the head of his cock. He closed one eye completely and the other to little more than a slit as he rested his hand on her head, bobbing her up and down his cock with abandon. It would have been more fun to close the other one and completely blind himself to the world, but that would have been stupid.

After all, there were plenty of other fucks that were looking for a chance to use the slut, and despite everything that he'd done in the ring to make it clear that they weren't going to lay a hand on her without suffering some serious consequences, he could see a number of boners going up that said that some people were willing to give it a shot, even if it meant getting their dicks or balls smacked off. He made a mental note of the worst-looking ones - particularly a rather nasty-looking panther at the back of the room - while pushing Shelly a bit further down his cock.

"Mmm...that's it, girl."

She was grumbling, but even that was something rather pleasant as a vibration around his shaft. The further down she went, the better it felt, and she had a small enough muzzle that it dragged his foreskin up and down his cock, too, tugging on it and giving him that pleasant feeling right on the sensitive tip. Up, down, up, down, all while her hands dug into his thighs like fleshy daggers. It was almost cute, if it wasn't for the fact that her tail was whipping around and she was biting off her own little sounds of...could it be pleasure? Heh, maybe, but not fucking likely.

He shoved her halfway down, and she gagged. Clearly wasn't that used to big dicks, but she took it without any further complaint after he pushed down again. No more fighting him, just working to take it, to let him get off as fast as possible. Good girl, that. He wondered if she'd be as good with her ass as she was with her mouth. Fuck, that was a pretty fucking hot thought, really.

Up, down, up, down, and she was starting to suck with her throat as well as her mouth, her cheeks pursed in every time that he pulled her back, her whiskers flicking. She glared up at him, not that it stopped him from bobbing her along, and the hate-blowjob was just getting that much hotter. Up, down, up, down, her lips going most of the way to his balls now, the glukking sound of his cock going into her throat getting louder and louder. His balls were starting to rise up -

SHINK.

The door opened, and the armored security guards stepped in. They pointed their guns at him and Shelly, and the mouse stopped, no longer bobbing. Olag looked past her, knowing that they had a perfect view of the mouse's naked ass.

"Problem, guys?" he asked.

"We're - we're here to take you to the boss. Malfust has something that he wants to talk to you about," one of the guards said.

"Put the female aside and come with us."

Olag chuckled. He wondered if he'd be able to take whatever the guns did, and considering he was as close as he was, he was half-tempted to push them. But all things being equal, his disguise was more important, and keeping his real capabilities to himself.

So, he pushed her off to the side, and he did it slowly. The soft squelch-gluk-squelch sound of his cock coming free of her throat was loud enough to hear throughout the room, and as it popped from her lips, she gagged, coughing and sputtering. He stood up slowly, strings of saliva and more clinging to his cock as he stood before the guards. They stared at him, at the throbbing cock sticking out from between his legs, and though their helmets kept their faces obscured, he was pretty damn sure that they were probably blushing behind their faceplates. He smiled.

"Alright. Take me."

"..."

"Or ya wanna bring him here?"

"...Come with us."

The bear didn't mind being nude as he was marched through the halls, though he would have liked the chance to relieve his blue balls. Not so much out of discomfort, but more for the chance to fuck with the men following him a little bit more. He would have liked to see them squirming, trying not to think about what was happening. Hell, they were already uncomfortable seeing him walking around with a boner for a while. He'd like to see what they acted like if he started showing off just how much he could cum.

But he restrained himself. Much as he'd like to see if they were decent beneath the armor - he hoped not - he kept himself from giving in. He would have his fun later, when it was more acceptable.

They marched him down the rounded, cylindrical corridors to the labs, and eventually to the one that the peacock called his own. He was pulled through the door and presented to the scientist, and the doctor looked him up and down with clear annoyance writ all over his face. Olag chuckled.

"Ya expected something different?"

"I expected something more...elaborate."

The peacock waved with one sleeved arm at the guards, and they hustled out, standing just outside the door. The heavy metal plate slid back into place, leaving them alone in the small office of a lab. The various modular plates along the walls felt almost like the training area back home.

Silence reigned, and Olag leaned back against the wall, one foot on the floor and the other cocked back. His cock hung low, still dripping a bit, something he made no effort to hide. Dr. Malfust just kept staring at him, annoyance slowly turning to fury, but all the polar did was grin.

Eventually, the doctor lost his composure, standing up with a thump.

"What in the world was that?" the peacock hissed.

"I'm sorry, gonna have to be clearer than that."

"That. In the arena."

"Heh, that was me."

"It was not. You did not have -"

"Doc, ya tested me. Ya had to have some idea of what I could do, right? I'm sure your eggheads were telling ya that it wasn't impossible."

"..."

"Or ya telling me that you're stupid enough that I can surprise ya?"

"A brute like yourself could never surprise the scientists here...but clearly there are things that we might have overlooked."

"Same difference," Olag said, shrugging.

"You will tell me how you defeated your opponent."

"Ya don't have recordings?"

"They are being examined. I want to hear it from you."

Olag shrugged.

"Asshole was obvious. Had a couple of implants, so I dealt with 'em."

"You 'dealt' with them. You just...dealt with them?"

"Yep."

"..." The peacock shook his head. "That should be impossible...but then again, so should everything about you."

"Heh. Ya going to take me off the roster, then?"

"If I had my preferences, yes...but there's someone interested in you and offering a great deal of money if you continue to place high."

"Heh, already, eh? Looks like ya got a new champion -"

"Shut up. Just...shut up."

"..."

"Your potential buyer is...interested in you. And very interested in the way that you took someone down that easily. Next time, you will be set up to fight someone much stronger."

"...Uh-huh."

"I do not believe we've seen the end of your particular talents," Dr. Malfust said. "And the buyer doesn't, either. He wants to see just how far you can be pushed. And before you think about throwing the fight, consider this. We'll be finding stronger fighters for you, and if you hold back, you'll be the one going to the infirmary. And if you go to the infirmary, I'll have every reason to take you apart. Completely. Do you understand me?"

"...Heh. So, keep winning."

"Yes."

"Any chance that I can hear who's wanting to buy me?"

"Get out of here."

"I'm just saying -"

"Guards!"

The peacock's guards stepped through the door, one on either side of the bear. Olag glanced over his shoulder, smirked slightly, and shook his head.

"Fine, fine. Away with me, eh?"

"Take him to the showers with the rest of them...he stinks."

The showers, it turned out, were unisex. The few females that were part of the fighter group were there, too, though it was no different to seeing them naked in the common room. Hell, most of them were more covered, since they had soap to cover their breasts and asses. Shelly gave him one look as he walked in, a simple glare, and then turned back to cleaning herself up. She even went so far as to lick the bar of soap, emphasizing how much she'd hated the oral.

Hey, bitch chose to use her mouth.

Shaking his head, he walked over to the one open shower head left at the rear of the room. Not an accident which one it was, either, considering that the rat and the giraffe from before were waiting for him there. He slotted himself in place and turned on the water as the giraffe leaned in.

"You were right. We wanted someone that's unaugmented for something," he said.

"Figured. What are you wanting?" Olag asked, sudsing up. "Must be pretty big."

"We want out."

Out. Well, fuck.

The bear arched an eyebrow, holding back the storm of curses that wanted to come spilling past his lips at that moment. Instead, he looked the giraffe in the eye with the same sort of mild 'you're crazy' look that usually came when an idiot declared they wanted to be an astronaut, or when a muscle-bound moron was chosen to put together some grand plan for an army.

Safe to say, it probably looked a little more extreme than that. Probably looked like the expressions he got from time to time, too.

"Ya don't say," Olag said, going back to washing up. "Can't see that happening anytime soon."

"That's because most of us are augmented."

"Ya'd think that'd be an improvement."

"You'd think, but the augments come with controllers. Anyone with an augment tries fighting back, their body gets shut down in two seconds flat."

"Uh-huh."

"And anyone that doesn't have an augmentation -"

"Probably ain't strong enough to fight their way out, eh?"

"Pretty much," the giraffe said. "Me and Verk? We want out. Before someone buys us, before Malfust shoves anything else inside us. And considering how strong you are -"

"Ain't happening."

"We can pay."

"Yeah, if ya got outside." Olag chuckled, his mind racing, or doing the equivalent of what the bear ever could in that situation. If they actually tried to pull something like that off, it ran the risk of getting him and who knew how many others fitted with shit that might be too strong for even him to escape. The whole plot of getting info, intel, everything, would be shot to fucking hell. "Ain't hearing how ya can get me anything in here. Unless ya had something else to say?"

"If sex is enough to bribe you to help that female, then Verk is more than willing to submit."

"Heh, now why don't I believe that for a second?" he muttered, dragging the soap down between his legs. "Last time I saw, that asshole was trying to stomp on my dick."

"He was...a trifle upset at the time."

"Yeah, uh-huh. He was pissed."

"Would that be enough?"

"Let's see. What are ya asking me for? Outright rebellion, mostly," he said, lifting his arms and going for his pits, getting rid of the sweat-stink. "And probably fucking with the other guys, not to mention putting myself at serious fucking risk. I agreed to help that Shelly stay safe and beat up a few assholes in the ring for sex. Ain't seeing that it's a good deal for me to settle for so little."

The giraffe grimaced. Olag knew that wouldn't be the end of it. Never was, and besides, if they were really thinking of making a break for it, they'd be desperate enough to offer something. The question was less whether he'd accept it, and more whether he'd have to.

He had a buyer lined up for him, now, which meant that he'd get a connection. The boss would be interested in that, use it as a way to track him, and from there, find his way into the arena. From there, it'd be easy enough to track the finances or...some shit like that. The boss's plans were never that clear for someone like him, and they didn't make a lotta sense even when the boss explained them, but they generally worked. Generally.

But this one wouldn't if the idiots started a jailbreak before everything was ready. He looked the giraffe in the eye.

"So, what else ya got for me?"

"Free ticket out of here isn't enough?"

"Let's say ya got it right, and I'm not tagged by some augmentation or other," Olag said. "I might be, I might not be, but let's say ya got it right the first time. What's to stop me from breaking outta here on my own? I could do that; ain't exactly like the guards are that scary 'round here."

"Do you know how to get back to the surface?"

Back to the surface, huh? Well, that's interesting...

And a piece of information that he hadn't had, to boot. The boss had guessed that the arenas had to be well below the surface for them to function without oversight, but now they had confirmation. And better still, the pair of them - or at least the giraffe - knew how to get from the underground places to the surface again. That was even better, and explained why they thought this had even a chance of success.

"Right...and you're saying that ya can promise that ya won't leave me behind? And what makes me think I should believe ya?"

"Look. We need help. We're..." The giraffe shook his head. "We're desperate. If we could get out of here on our own, we would have done that already, but we can't. If we don't -"

"Quiet."

Olag had heard the tell-tale thumps in the hallway past the sounds of running water. Their time was up.

The shower room opened with the same 'shink' sound as every other door, and the armored guards stepped inside. Some of them guarded the door, a total of four armed men keeping the various fighters under a keen eye, while two more went down the line. Olag kept a side eye on them, watching as they walked behind one prisoner after another. Some were touched, poked, nudged further under the water, while others were outright ignored.

He kept his eyes on them as they stopped behind the possum at Verk's side, the rat studiously avoiding looking at the female beside him. She stared straight ahead, even when the guard lowered his weapon and held the barrel of his rifle against her ass.

"You smuggling anything?" the guard muttered.

"No, sir," the possum said.

"Then you aren't going to complain about a search, are you?"

"...No, sir."

"Push back."

Olag could feel the tension in the room, and knew that this had to have happened a number of times before. The possum slowly pushed her hips back, and he could hear the wet sound of something sliding into a hole that wasn't ready for it. The bear growled under his breath, and the molesting guard's partner whipped his head around.

"You got something to say, bear?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"What's that?"

"If ya wanna stick something up there, ya fucking do it right."

"Heh, and who are you to tell me how to treat a prisoner?" the guard asked.

"He's the one that took down Dillinger," one of the other fighters said.

"And Griggs," another said.

Olag turned. The guard brought his rifle up, but the bear just crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at the armored figure. He stood beneath the flowing water, leaning back against the wall with the same smile that he'd had for Malfust. Except these fuckers were getting the full treatment of his disdain and cockiness, leaning his head back and looking down on them as only a full-sized polar bear could do. He deliberately twitched his cock, half-hard as it was, and shook his head.

"Look at the pair of ya. Little bitches, the both of ya."

"...What did you say?" the guard grunted.

"I said, 'little bitches.' Ya want me to say it again?"

He expected the guard to lash out, and he wasn't disappointed. The guard charged right up to him, bringing the rifle up in what was doubtlessly supposed to be a gut-punch with the other end. It turned into something quite a bit more humiliating. The bear caught the firm end of the weapon and twisted it up and around, bringing the armored guard with it, before swinging him down into the ground. The impact was enough to make him lose his grip, and consciousness too.

By the time Olag stood up again, the other guards were all pointing their guns at him. He chuckled, tossing the rifle down and turning his back to them, going back to showering.

"Like I said, if ya gotta do it, do it right."

"..."

"Ya got anything else ya wanna search for? Do it. Otherwise, I got a shower to take."

It was a calculated risk, of course. If there was a guard with a spine in the group, then he was going to be in deep shit when they decided to run him in for defying orders. But from the way that they'd come down the line, and the way that they were abusing their authority, he was willing to bet that there wasn't a man with a spine in the entire squad. He waited to see if he was right...

And he was.

They pulled their unconscious member out, their guns on the other fighters the entire time. Soon, they were gone, and the fighters were left to their own devices again.

The possum flicked him a curious look, but didn't say anything. Verk and the giraffe didn't say anything, either. Olag shrugged and finished cleaning up, and then made his way out of the showers to the front of the room.

Shelly was waiting for him there. She looked up at him, shaking her head.

"Blowjob's done," she said. "Just because you didn't finish doesn't mean you get a second shot."

"Figured," he said, shrugging as he sat down by her.

"You're insane."

"Probably," he said, flicking his dick. "Your point?"

"I'm not sure if it's a good idea to -"

"Ah. Don't even think about backing out of the deal."

"You're going to get yourself killed. What if you drag me down with you?"

"Then ya better make sure that I don't get myself killed, eh?"

She didn't look happy. Then again, he imagined that she hadn't thought about what it'd mean to have someone like him working for her. For all he knew, she'd probably hoped to get him offed by sending him up against someone that could do it. Hell, for all he knew, she'd lied the whole time, just telling him enough to have a chance and make it look good.

He didn't think so, though. She looked pissed off about the whole thing, but also like she was measuring her options. Her bottom-heavy form shifted and swayed as she stared down at the floor.

Olag leaned down, muttering in her ear.

"I ain't looking to get myself killed. I'm here to fight, and figure something out. Ya keep helping me with that, and I'll keep helping ya stay safe."

"You say that, but -"

"Hey, if you're done sucking him off, why don't you come give one of us the same treatment?" a stallion shouted from the showers.

Shelly started to get to her feet, but Olag grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her back down. He smiled.

"Hey. I ain't getting that blowjob, so don't start taking away the rest of my fun..."

Two more fighters were sent to the infirmary, and Olag went to the goo bed that night with a black eye. One of them had gotten a lucky swing in, and though he'd sent them flying across the room afterward, he still had the bruise to show for it. It had done the job, though; nobody bothered trying to get to Shelly after that, and it meant that they'd gotten the message about who was safe, and who most definitely was not.

He sat at the edge of the goo bed as he looked around the room, seeing most of the other fighters intentionally ignoring him. Insofar as one could, he was pretty sure that he'd established himself as the top dog of the room. Top bear. Top...something. They didn't look at him, didn't even think of complaining if they thought he was looking at them. Probably would take a whole group to take him down again, but that wasn't impossible if they got scared enough, if they thought he was a big enough danger. Or if they thought he had something they wanted. He imagined the giraffe and his rat friend would be thinking double-hard about what they could offer to get his help now...or looking at what they could do to make the rest of the room force him to help.

One way or another, things were moving forward. He had a fight tomorrow, and he'd have to deal with that, and the mysterious buyer, too. He groaned, rubbing his forehead.

"Fucking fuck...too many things happening at once..."

And likely going to get worse tomorrow, considering that was when he'd be fighting an even worse opponent. He'd not gone all out yet, and he had a bad feeling that Malfust would be pulling out all the stops to try and force him to show off everything that he could do. One way or another, he had a feeling that everything was going to come out in the open. At the very least, the peacock would know more than Olag wanted him to.

He looked down at the goo bed, and sighed. He stepped into it, letting the first ropes of black goo rise up his legs as it accepted him in and dragged him into the depths. The familiar experience was no less creepy than the first time, and he bit his lips as it dragged him down.

Just gotta hope for the best...

And fight smart. He might not be that smart, but he could fight smart. So long as they didn't get everything, then he had a chance to take some of it back.

That was what he told himself, at least.

The End

Summary: The con over the arena continues, and Olag gets caught out on a few things.

Tags: M/F, M/solo, Offers, Blowjob, Dubcon, Musk, Foreskin, Polar Bear, Mouse, Various Species, Series, Oral, Nudity, Shower, Fight,