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Sweetwater and Bella By Strega

The smaller of Monstertown's (properly Greyston's, but you couldn't stop people from calling it that) arenas was a cozy little venue. Only a hundred and fifty feet wide from the bottom row of seats to the seats on the opposite side, and only ten rows of seats. The bigger arena was used for sporting events, battles between mock armies, and other spectacles. Sometimes they even flooded it and had ship to ship combat. The smaller arena, with better viewing, was used for personal combat, duels...and executions.

The crowd cheered as a thick, bolt-studded door was flung open and a woman was forced out onto the sand by spearpoints. The handlers were careful, and for good reason, for this was no frail human or elf woman, nor even a muscular and battle-hardened orcish dame. This woman stood well over six feet tall and had thick brown fur, a pointed muzzle full of fangs, and powerful limbs strong enough to pick a man easily up off the ground. A lighter stripe ran down each flank to her short but long furred tail and her cheek-ruffs were the same shade. The crowd had seen gul wolverine-people before and fists were raised as a curved sword was thrown out to her from the door, which was hastily shut. Gul were always good fun on the sand.

"Noted bandit and criminal Yasha," boomed the announcer, "Here to win her freedom...if she survives."

Yasha snarled up at the crowd, the hand not wrapped around a sword hilt curled into a claw. The lower rows could see that her sharp white talons were trimmed back, as were the ones on her sandaled feet. She tugged at the metal muzzle holding her fanged jaws shut, growling in frustration. It seemed she was to fight with the sword, muscle, and nothing else.

"And her opponent," the announcer thundered, "Sweetwater!"

The gul turned as a cage was pushed into the arena. Inside it was a low-slung creature easily three times her mass that stood on webbed, five-toed paws. Sharp brown claws tipped each toe and fangs showed below its green-dyed leather helm. Segmented leather armor as thick as a man's finger covered the beast from nose to tail tip, including its legs, but only from the belly up. The underside of the beast was exposed but it was so low to the ground as to not need much protection there. Sweetwater was ten feet long and seven hundred pounds of otter - and not a cute fuzzy otter, the crowd knew. Sweetwater ate people. Sometimes he walked on his hindpaws and rumor had it he could even talk, but today he stood on four webby paws and eyed Yasha.

The beast watched her out of eyes like black marbles and suddenly began to gag. Yasha took an instinctive step back as the otter retched. Sections of steel armor burst forth from its maw, followed by half digested bones and finally a human skull with all the meat dissolved away.

The crowd cheered as the front of the cage thumped down like a portcullis. Yasha snarled and gripped the sword, using her free hand to tug at a strap and cinch down the ill-fitting armor they'd given her. The breastplate, arm and leg armor she wore was pitted with what looked like corrosion...but not the sort rust caused. This armor had been in the otter's stomach before. It meant to send it there again. Sweetwater came loping straight at her and Yasha readied herself to fight for her life.

The big otter was fast on its feet and twisted aside as Yasha swung the scimitar. The tip of the heavy blade glanced off the green leather armor, which proved to be as tough as metal. Monstertown used a secret alchemical process to toughen the leather its city guards used, and, it seemed, that some of its gladiatorial beasts wore.

Sweetwater came rushing at her head on and it was Yasha's turn to leap out of the way. She hacked with all her strength at Sweetwater's leg and the otter grunted as her sword cut a groove in the tough green armor and bloodied his foreleg. The beast stumbled and turned away and only at the last instant did Yasha see the armored tail come whipping at her ankles. With a leap that belied her two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle she cleared the sweep, readying herself on the way up to swing at Sweetwater's rump as she came back down, but the tail-whip was just a feint. As the momentum of the spin brought the huge otter flank-on to her he suddenly hurled himself sideways and right into her.

Yasha grunted as seven hundred pounds of feral otter, plus armor, slammed into her thighs and bowled her over. Only the soft sand saved her from injury as all that weight came down on her and even so she was stunned for an instant. Before she could recover her wrist was in the otter's jaws.

Yasha snarled and punched Sweetwater in the ear with all her might. It would have beaten a human senseless in one punch but all it did was drive the otter's ear into the helmet hole it poked out of. Before she could hit him again Sweetwater twisted his head, biting down with such force that even with armor protecting her wrist Yasha had to drop her sword. A webbed paw batted it away.

"Get off me, you bastard!" She clawed at his the eyeholes of his helmet but the otter let go her wrist in time to turn his armored cheek to the blow. Not that her trimmed claws were much of a threat! Yasha punched him again as huge webby forepaws threw were face down in the sand and before she could roll clear his fangs were in her scruff. Sweetwater lifted his head and Yasha growled as she was lifted half off the sand and forced to look at the crowd.

"Sweet has her, folks! What do you suppose he will do with her?"

"Rape her!" yelled a brightly clad man in the front row. "Eat her!" shouted a veiled woman at his side. Others in the crowd shouted variations on those themes but not a one said "Let her go." They weren't here to see people be nice to each other on the sand!

Yasha growled and slammed an armored elbow into Sweetwater's chest, which was unarmored save for a thick tough pelt. The otter grunted but that didn't stop him from arching his back and Yasha's eyes went wide as a thick sheath, buried in his bellyfur but swollen stiff as an iron bar, pressed against her thigh. Her armor covered the front of her legs, but not her back...and not where the thick fleshy tip slid now.

"Don't you dare," she snarled as the tip slipped beneath her tail, but though she struggled with all her might she couldn't keep the tip from sliding lower and entering her. Yasha's startled yawp as far too much otter slid out of its sheath and into her sent the crowd into a paroxysm of laughter.

Yasha wasn't laughing. Sweetwater kept his fangs in her scruff and pinned her beneath his forepaws, letting him hump with no resistance. The big otter's armor rattled as he thrust and each jab of much too long cock into Yasha drove a pained yelp out of her. If it weren't for the muzzle, if she had her claws! Yasha snarled and squirmed, not accustomed to being manhandled like this, but the horny otter kept pistoning away. Yasha found human cocks amusingly small for the most part but this otter was hung better than even a big gul. If he forced every inch in he'd do her a serious injury but he was trained, or simply wanted to keep her alive for the show.

He had other ideas as to how she should die. As Yasha growled and squirmed, pinned beneath his paws, the fangs suddenly left her scruff. She felt them scrape along her scalp as the otter hooked his whiskery muzzle downward and suddenly she was looking past sharp white teeth into a slick chute of waiting gullet.

"No!" Trapped between his webbed forepaw helpless in the grip of a creature even stronger than herself, Yasha snarled as the otter fitted his jaws around her head. A great wash of pink tongue gathered itself beneath her chin and with a gulp her whole head was wrapped in slick, muscular gullet. The otter worked its jaws almost casually over her shoulders, his attention somewhere else.

That someplace else was at the other end of his body, the arching back, the pumping haunches, the thick cock sliding in and out of Yasha. The otter purred as he humped, and each thrust slapped his belly against Yasha's and pushed a bit more of her into his jaws. He didn't even need to swallow, just gape, as inch by inch he curled up on himself and humped her down his throat.

There was nothing she could do. Her claws were trimmed, her fangs muzzled, not even a tiny dagger to defend herself. With the skill of much practice the otter kept her arms pinned to her sides until she was half swallowed, at which point his jaws and throat kept them there. A single absentminded gulp sent a great wave of muscular contraction rolling down his throat, sucking her into his maw to the hips. He wasn't bothering to hold onto her any more and she might have backed out were it not for an ankle-thick otter cock still ramming into her from behind.

Suddenly it was gone. The otter paused in his thrusting, shuddered, thrust a few more times. A shivering tension built up in his haunches where they pressed against Yasha's rump and she knew what was about to happen. She kicked and squirmed helplessly as the otter growled, pulled out and came all over her ass. Hot, sticky otter jizm pumped out of the beast and ran in glutenous strings down her tail and thighs, dripping into her sex. Sweetwater gave the crowd a show before lifting his muzzle and bolting her down.

With his full attention now on feeding the otter swallowed her ass with a single snap of his jaws, took her to the knees with a second, and to the ankles with a third. In no special hurry he let her sandaled feet slide into his maw, turned in place to show the crowd the last of his meal, then swallowed. Helpless to save herself, Yasha slid heavily down his throat, fur, muzzle, armor and all.

Down on the sand there had been two, now there was just one. Sweetwater rolled onto his back, showing off the long bulge of swallowed gul, his balls and his still protruding tip. The once loose straps of his armor dug into the bulge, which still wriggled as two hundred and fifty pounds of strong gul woman struggled to not get the rest of the trip through his guts that she'd just started. Sweetwater rolled back onto his paws, let out a mighty belch, and padded lazily back to his cage. The long bulge in his belly was still twitching as the cage was pulled on chains back into the darkness beyond the wall.

"There you have it folks," the announcer boomed, "Another bandit gone down Sweetwater's throat, another criminal destined to be nothing but otter shit. Come back tomorrow and see her armor come back up. Maybe we'll get a nice hairball mixed in, as when he swallowed that bugbear last month."

"Next on the agenda, an honor duel between..." the announcer's words were cut off as the great doors boomed shut. The attendants cranking the wheels that moved the cage trotted over and unlatched the cage door. It had massive locks for transporting truly dangerous beasts, but the fastenings holding it shut now were cosmetic.

"Good show," said the supervisor to Sweetwater. The other three attendants were already unbuckling the armor and placing its sections on an otter-shaped frame. Now naked but for fur and several earrings in each ear, Sweetwater padded over to a large tub of soapy water and began to retch. It only took a few good heaves to disgorge Yasha, who appeared slimy and feetfirst from the gullet that swallowed her. There was not nearly enough time to digest a whole gul but by all rights she should have suffocated by now. Instead she slid into the water and promptly began to rub the suds over her fur.

"Too rough?" said the whiskery beast to the wolverine woman, who was taking off her armor and handing it to the attendants. They rinsed it and put it in a basket along with a mass of brown fur and some bones including a fanged skull. The wolverine woman took off her muzzle and tossed it in with the rest.

"Of course not, dear," Bella growled. Today she'd been Yasha. A month before she'd been Larik, another gul who'd supposedly gotten a tour of Sweetwater's guts. She reached out of the tub and scratched the otter behind the ears. "As long as you don't shove it up my ass again."

"I only did that because you were masquerading as a male," Sweetwater said reasonably. "Fake balls and all. And you said you were all right with it."

"It's all right when I am ready, and have enough lube," Yasha said as she stepped dripping out of the tub. The supervisor appeared and took the two fur-colored armbands she wore, one that magically protected against acid and one that supplied her with air. In return he handed her a thick fuzzy towel.

"Good show," the supervisor said again. "Bella, you're up this Starsday, so you have two days off. Sweet, you're up again tomorrow," he nodded at the basket with its armor, fur and bones. "Real criminal that needs execution this time, so you get to keep him."

Sweetwater licked his chops. "Species? No, don't tell me. I want to be surprised."

Bella finished putting on her off-duty shirt and sandals just as the attendant working minor magics on the otter's wound nodded. Sweetwater turned and yawned, and the healer fearlessly leaned in and healed a chipped tooth as well. Swallowed armored prey did have its drawbacks.

"Thanks Syd," the whiskery-faced otter said to the healer. Syd, a little gnome Sweet could swallow with one snap of his jaws, grinned and stood on tiptoe to pat the otter on his head. Bella toed Sweetwater's tailtip and he turned to follow her.

"You are limping," the otter commented. "You should have let Syd look at your leg. I knew that side-jump needed more practice."

"It's just a bruise," Bella growled.

Up a long ramp - not everyone liked stairs here, and short-legged Sweetwater was one who didn't - through a door and just past the outer wall of the arena they entered the gladiator's compound. In the open center of the building fighters sparred and conferred as they planned future bouts. Some of the fights were very real; over twenty men and women had gone down Sweetwater's throat and not come back up. Gladiators are expensive, though, and many were freemen. Where possible they were kept alive, changing appearance if need be so "dead" fighters stayed dead.

Speaking of which. "Your trimmed claws look good," Sweetwater said. Bella smiled and showed him her hand. A gul's sharp white claws stand out against dark fur. Paint most of their length black and you'd think, from fifty feet away, that hers were harshly trimmed. "But my stomach acids reacted with your dye."

"So I see," Bella growled, looking down at her dark brown - and now greenish - pelt. "I thought this formula would work out. I'll let the steward know."

It was simple to disguise one gul as another. To a human or most other species they all looked much the same. Simply changing the fur color, armor and clothing did the trick.

"Hungry?" she growled as they passed the kitchen, and it was Sweetwater's turn to shake his head.

"I just had a whole gul," he grinned, and she grinned back. She fiddled with a key and let them into their quarters. It was a simple little place with a few fighting manuals, their sparring armor, wooden weapons...and a rattan sleeping basket big enough for them both. Sweetwater flowed into the padded basket and Bella stripped off her clothing and joined him.

"Well, I want a whole otter for my dinner," Bella growled. Soon enough she had one. She only had to rub Sweetwater's long sheath to get his cock to slide forth. The otter curled around her, three times her weight but careful not to hurt her, and dipped his whiskery muzzle between her thighs.

"I worry that my stomach acids will get into you, hurt you when you take off the bracelets," the otter purred. "Let me check to see if they have."

Out came a long wash of tongue, slicking down her sex before sliding in, even as a little ways away a cock the size and shape of a big man's forearm disappeared into his lover's muzzle. Bella was a 'gulper' and could eat a man whole. In the arena she had, more than once. She had no trouble swallowing Sweetwater to the balls.

He was just too big to go all out when they fucked. He had to be careful, even with her, and sometimes he wished for a lover he didn't need to treat like a fragile sculpture. In the arena he sometimes put caution aside. It didn't matter if he fucked a person nearly to death when their internal injuries would be digested along with the rest of their body.

Not with Bella. With her, he was careful. That didn't mean he didn't love her, and lust after her. Sweetwater tasted Bella, and she him. It was good enough.