Bearly Legal, The Exploits of a Gladiator Polar Bear(Prey POV)
Bearly Legal, The Exploits of a Gladiator Polar Bear Contains NC Vore, roughhousing, M/M NC sex Scat is well warned, and only in the"Disposal" stage at the end, only in the file posted
(nb, only named the bear after the story, but he really does inspire me)(A prey POV
I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves, this would be the day.. I was well rested, dressed in thick tough mail, it was a big badly fitting but it was protective. I wore a steel helmet with the face uncovered.. I wore chain gauntlets to protect my hand. I carried a short sword and a shield, I had some skill with each and was confident as I could be on my first match.. having no idea who i'd be up against. What came to see me was far worse than I had feared, a scene from my nightmares..
He stood a good two feet taller than me, more when you got down to it because as a polar bear he had short but powerful legs to support a hefty torso. The thick fur looked well groomed, still pure white. His build looked to be heavily muscled, with a moderate stomach sticking out.. I couldn't be sure because he wore armor. A beast like him wore armor, It was basically a hardened leather suit, jerkin. Trousers and helmet, Each with various plates to provide extra protection.. Over his upper arms he wore two leather shoulder guards, small metal plates provided more support to even protect him some from a head swipe.... what was left for me to attack were his arms... and his legs... and each of those had some plates strapped around them.. but at least leaving the joints free. His belt had from it dangling a few bony skulls, I couldn't tell if they were real or just for show.. bellow that was a thick steel protective for his unmentionables.. no easy dirty strike unless u could get at a very odd angle. IT was quite large. . His teeth and claws gleamed in the light, his smile showing a feral hunger... what god would even arm him.. he carried a huge pitchfork like weapon, 8 feet long, he flourished it for the crowd and made a primal roar. The whole beast probably had a ton of weight on me... if I could only slay him i'd be able to make a warm winter coat and have bear meat for life.. some part of me wondered how bear tasted..
I approached slowly, getting hit by a paw would probably doom me, but he was big, and probably slow, I could get a few quick strikes in on him... I noticed his smell as I approached, a bit like a old rug, something slightly distracted.. I reacted just in time to dodge a forking, I ducked left avoiding a kick, sliding along his side with my blade out, I struck him right above the knee, hitting flesh and drawing a thin red line in his thick fur, getting a satisfying yowl of pan as I backed up to avoid avoid a kick.. I don't didn't know how deep I hit him, so backed up and watched him carefully, he scowled angrily at me and approached, at first his wide gait hadn't changed.. but every so often I saw hi wince, the leg was bothering him.. I did my best to stay outa range.. keeping my eyes on the pitchfork. It was actually a weakness I think, he was intent on using it, and it was slow.. the range it gave him was the only real risk. He made a few tentative stabs, and one big one where I moved in. blade in front of me I aimed for right between belly and crotch, planing to slice him open.. my blade never made it,he had turned, his offpaw swinging around, claws out slamming into the back of my head.. if I hadn't had the helmet i'd have been beheaded, as it was I was lifted by that same helmet, the chinstrap holding it on tight. He lifted me to his face, snarling angrily, the teeth capable of crushing bone easily, dark hungry eyes glistening with anger. .he scowled, jaws opened, a thick gooyness appeared in the back of his mouth a moment before he spat in my face, stinging my eyes with the caustic loogie of disdain, my eyes hadn't closed in time, the smell of his saliva lingered on my face.. I was blinded for a moment but struck out with my sword, hearing a horrible yowl as I hit home.. he dropped me right back onto my feet, I staggered, bringing up my shield just in time to block a paw swipe.. I was nearly disarmed of it, pulling it back just in time to block another paw strike. My vision cleared enough to duck behind it. The pitchfork slammed through the wood , two sharp points nearly hitting my face before they were pulled out.. I backed up, circling, whipping my face with my wrist a moment before staring back at him. A large red wound was on his left arm, right under the bicep.. maybe 6 inches long.. and a bit deeper than the leg one..
I kept backing up, blocking the more cautious followup strikes, he was keeping his weapon tight to the body, only giving small probing strokes, pushing me back as I blocked each one... Sweat ran down my brow, my whole body felt sticky with it. His glare filled with hunger, and more, each grunt almost feral... it wasn't long till he had me backed up against the walls of the pit, at the mercy of the catcalls of the crowd, vicious, nasty.. and speciest.... The bear had gotten smart... I couldn't see any openings... But I had to make my move. I ducked low, hunkering under my shield then rushed, aiming at his knee to try to take him off his feet. I sprinted in, blade out, and slid by him, only to suddenly have my wrist erupt in a wrenching pain. I was swing around with my own momentum and lifted high into the air.
As pain rushed through my arm I was staring again at the brute of a bear, holding me in his good hand this time. The gauntlets provided little protection to his vice like grip, my fingers tried to hold onto my sword but after a few moments they lost feeling and it dropped to the ground harmlessly, I hit at his face with my shield, battering him a bit but with no obvious effect. He held me to his face and let out an enormous growl, his saliva splattered onto my face, the hot bear breath wilting the feature on my face "you little.. FUCKER" he snarled, pressing his nose to my brow, growling as he carried me back toward the center of the arena, I kicked with both my legs,hitting him just on the stomach, making clanging noises on the various protections he had there.. he then lowered me.. I saw him pull his thick furry leg back and screamed... but it didn't matter he took one solid kick to my body as he let me Go..
The pain rushing through my chest was amazing, being hit by a massive sledgehammer, it sent me sailing to the crowds delight, I blacked out for a moment on impact, landing on my chest,,breathing was shallow, Stars still in my eyes, trying to place together what had happened. My shield had come off in the impact, the sound of the bears foot crushing it to splinters might have been what woke me from the black out...
I was dizzy, my hand hurt, my fingers still clenching at a sword that wasn't there, I landed on my stomach with enough impact to cause my helmet to be finally jarred off, rolling ominously away from my cranium. I was sprawled nearly spread eagle, the smell of the much heavier ursine lingering in my head, I started to back up, putting my hands under me when I felt cold metal slam down on me, the sharp fork like spear coming down around my chest, driving itself into the firm ground with teeth jarring force. The sharp points sliding between my ribcage and my arms. I Tried to arch my back, but couldn't move, locked down as though I had been stapled to the ground I head him laugh, his voice echoing "Gotcha" My head bent backward, looking over my shoulders Wondering what horrible thing this ursine monster would do.. how he'd finish me off.. His paws weren't on the fork, they on his codpiece. The groin guard.. and he was undoing it slowly, to the cheers of the crowd, my heart screamed, my both thrashed ears seemingly hearing only one thing, the soft sound of metal falling onto earth... looking out of the corner of my eyes I Saw the Bears meat... and heard him let off a twisted moan of satisfaction, The roar of the crowd rose to deafening.
"Nooo" I shouted , my gauntleted hands grabbing at the steel staple, struggling to move it, helplessly, I heard him lauch, and watched him crouch, balancing on those stubby feet he put on hand on my hips, then the other, his thumbs pressing at my chainmail trowsers buckles.. and moments later working them down my squirming buttock, leaving my behind clad only in the boxer shorts.. a hole quickly punctured in those with his shumb claw, exposing my backside to the public.. I couldn't help but blush bright red... I kicked out with both legs, unable to separate them because of the around the ankles feel "Stop it you perverted fucking gay monster" I said horsely.. to the delight of the crowd the cool air on my sweaty behind made my spine tingle... helpless.. I looked back at him and shouted obscenely, his thick purple cock was hanging limp.. then slowly getting stiffer, his tongue roved slowly around his lips. His armored body thrust those hips out, giving them a shake, and grunting to the crowd "Its got a nice ass.. I think i'll Take it" he snickered
The beast put its paws together and grabbed its pitchfork with both paws, pressing in, making the metal bend slightly before pulling out, almost making it twang from the released pressure, and lifting me free of the ground in one motion, lifting me high into the air, and holding me there a moment. I immediately started to try to push myself off, but I was facing away from him, I couldn't get good leverage to push me off.. the pointed part of the fork would be a disaster to press against, I shook my head and kicked as best I could ,being presented to the crowd for the applause, turning back a moment to look at the beast as he lowered the Pitchfork to the crook of his underarm, sliding me down with it closer and closer to his front.. He shook me a bit before I felt his leather armored stomach rubbing against my back... and then he put the pitchfork down just a bit more and felt his hips.. my next scream shilly acknowledged what was going to happen, that hot bear meat had plenty of time to get itself ready. The flesh was almost rubbery texture.. a thick hardness.. oozing at the top.. reminding me of some sick sex toy. He gave a happy roar to the crowd, his heavy nuts flexed and I grit my teeth.
My sweaty behinds first feeling of helmeted bear cock made me scream, the hotness of his prick seemed to radiate through my buttcheaks, I tried to clench up, feeling the battering ram at my anus, gravity pushing me down, he let out a breath and the potgut forced me down over the helmet with a sick pop, my legs pistoned helplessly, my arms flailed and grabbed air, my voice screaming for help that wouldn't come, I was in the very middle of the arena. A heavy sclurrkk sound echoed in my ears, my naked bum feeling each little inch as it speared me without any active motion, just letting me slide down . His powerful male musk making my eyes water even before the pain, now it was positively tingly all over. . he let out a low husky growl the crowd, my eyes swiveled up, seeing him put one arm behind his head in almost a jaunty pose. Insulting my predicament as his hips rolled, the white coarse fur rubbed the bare areas of my butt... "he blew a kiss to the ladies in the crowd even as he man raped me, tears running down my face.. each moment more and more pressure pressed in, the sick heat driving up without a care..pulsing soflty on its own, each wiggle I made just chafed me around my armor, the heavy mail just further dooming my posterior, he was an animal in all ways, my breathing started to get shallower...eyes crossing, I couldn't remember how many inches he was but it felt like it was making my pelvis twist.. ever five or ten seconds I slid down more, sweat helping just enough... and then he bucked his hips, fucking me without a handgrip.. making my gasping body "wave" To the crowd. I felt sick, wanting to vomit but thankfully had way to light a breakfast.. my last most likely.. And then I felt the puling hot staff burrowed inside me get faster and faster, I shook my head know, he swung and bobbed his hips to the crowds delight.. it was coming.
The bear came hard.. making my body lurch, the hot rod ground my innards, it started like a small dribble then lurched into a hot geyser of powerful eruptions into my backside. Hot goo shooting up my backside with each ursine grunt, the foul smell getting stronger, almost overwhelming my heart racing my head bobbing with each cockthrust. Moaning weakly as I was broken into for the first time in my life, the searing sensation grinding against my rump, newly lubbed with slime, the sick shlurrking sounds seemingly echoing in my head as I was handled so casually... it seemed to take forever, but in a shirt time the ursine lifted the pitchfork in one hand pulling me off his spent cock in one motion then tossing both me and the fork to the ground with an almost cavalier way of finishing off, a final jet of the muscular burins spunk splattered by my head... my whole body ached.. I could hardly think, let alone take advantage of my slight chance to escape.
I had Gotten to my hands and knees, pushed off the hated pitchfork, My knees shivered, they were wobbly.. and then I was shoved back down with a huge foot applied to my shoulder blades, driving me down into the ground again flat while he roared, beat his belly with both hands and cheered to the crowd. The crowd was chanting "Eat.. EAT EAT" and probally a lot of other things far less easy to get a chant going for. My eyes looked up in terror, the bears cock waves above me its flacidness almost like a thumbs down. My ears burned with the sounds of his stomach gurgling above.. the hot sweaty bear smell covering me.. but hardly worse than the violation he had perpetrated on my postier.. he kept applying pressure on my chest, My breathing got shallow. Eventually he lifted his foot from me.. bent down and lifted me by one leg, holding me dangling at arms length, disarmed, helmetless, and pretty much helpless for all the armor I still had on..I whimpered weakly.
My armor hung from my boldly, my pants sliding back up my buttock, a sick joke an a sticky slimy feeling after the violation., he held me there letting the crowd admire me before sliding his hand to my chest, lifting it so my face looked at his, the polar's lips lifted, showing off his gums and teeth a few moments before they opened to show the hot wet maw behind, the darkness deep down seemed to rumble. Drool dribbling from the roof of his mouth to a growing pool in his lower jaw.. the tongue held low.. just to leave room for my face, his own claws slid against my neck, grubby, unwarned, savage,, lifting my face, corralling it, kissing my face almost before the jaws gaped open to swallow my head in with slowness. The loss of my helmet just letting him taste and enjoy me more.. the tongue was a bit rough while it slathered on my brow, mussing my hair, a short half burp echoed in expectation from deep down. He rubbed his wide tongue around me slowly getting my flavor..holding my head inside him.. and then moving his hands to my sides, holding my arms to my belly.. leaving me suddenly helpless.. my scream was lost down his dark gullet ahead, and silenced more when the bears tongue arched and rubbed tastebuds against my face and nose.. I winced, eyes swiveling left and right to look out the side of his mouth.."PLEASE NO" I shouted, my voice horse, my battered legs started to kick. I had no illusions that my armor might just be more iron in his diet.
He made a slow swallow, pulling my face to the back of his tongue, though his jaws were still open for light I could only see the darkness of his gullet, head hanging over the back of his maw.. his own jaws pressing around my mailed chest, the sounds of metal against tooth echoed in my eears, he was trying tnot to bite down.. but his instincts betrayed him.. I almost had a bit of pleasure at the discomfort my armor was giving, all those little chains finally served some good purpose.. the stench of his stomach was causing me to get dizzy, or was that the lack of fresh air, I couldn't tell by this point just feeling his jaws close and gum around my chest, slowly compacting it, rubbing his tongue against the mail suit, using it to rub his pallet. He let loose a long low rumble. Perhaps in some perverted frustration for not having striped me more. But feeling the teeth and jaws compact over me made me feel like some twisted toy, his tongue lathering with sloppy sounds outside looking for flesh, finding a bit here and there in areas where force had separated a link or two.. it made me shiver.. I screamed "FUCK"Down its gullet. Wasn't very effective, but made me feel a bit better before the sleek wet slime of the gullet wall squeezed over my face. Almost form fitting, a ursine coffin on the way to the grave
The monster grabbed my left leg with one paw and tilted his head up for the next swallow, i heard the crowd cheer through the muscular gullet, the contractions of the gullet forced my eyes closeded i whimpered, wiggling my hips some as i felt his tongue probing around, tasting my crotch, fondling the metallic covering he snapped earlier, he spent his sweet time, moaning, licking away the warm sweat to replace it with his hot drool, his tongue twisted and fondled, feeling my smooth body, stroking between my legs, pushing down my pants to my ankles to let it slowly slather my bare legs. He lapped at my flaccid cock a few moments, laughing around me, "Soo small" he said to the crowd "In all ways" with that his tongue pressed down at my chain pants, holding them against his teeth as i was swallowed down another foot, outa my pants, his fingers grabbing the heavy boots and ripping them from my kicking legs without much trouble.. learning about at least part of my body being unfettered for his tasting, he casually dropped the boots.. or so i assume, head deep in his chest i couldn't hear a thing.. just my socked feet being greedily slurped, the pants slipping back over then and onto the ground bellow, his tongue seemed to find a new live working through my underpants, wiggling under them like an invading serpent to devour the trapped flavors of fear and sweat so heavily laden in a mans crotch. Deep inside i whimpered in utter heat, the heavy breathing of the bears heart pressing against my tightly wrapped face. I Spread my legs as full as i could, kicking softly while he tilted his head back, blood pounding into my head. His gullet making long slow swallows, helped by both gravity and my heavy mail sure, it seemed to go all to fast, removing any hope of mercy... once my legs were gone.. i doubt even he could have spared me.. My hips passed the most rearmost teeth, then pressed over the ridge.. soon i felt him close his jaws, tilt his head up and start to slowly slurp my bare legs, I could only imagine my outline in the brutes body, and i felt his paws suddenly press on me from the outside., feeling my face through his gullet, stroking me down with an almost obscene satisfaction, then i felt a sudden release of pressure.... it took a few moments.. but the fucker had burst outa some of his aroma with my added bulk.. it was hardly a victory, but imagination his buckles popping... well.. it almost make me laugh, that on ended when his jaws opened wide and made one finally chug, dragging me totally inside.. the swallow later and my feet were kicking his palate the last time.. a sick wet schulurrppp echoed in my ears
My face pressed the stomach valve slowly, feeling the thick muscular passage provide some resistance before my face popped though, the muscles squeezing my neck a moment before the slicked up armor pressed in behind my head, brining me into the utter darkness of the ursines belly. My knees buckled and twisted in his gullet getting one grunt before I took in the horror that needed no sight, the heat was the first thing, it was a wet oven, radiating constantly amongst itself, hot sizzling and body heat mixing with the natural dampness made my own flesh sweat.. the next thing was the smell, the strewpot stench filled my nose, the powerful smell of meat digesting away was never meant for living nasal passages, I manged to wrench one of my arms through the sphincter to cover my face, my eyes crossed and I gagged. It was to late the smell was imprinted on my mind. I swung my head inside the dark humid tomb, yelling for relief that wouldn't come.. a few moments later I felt a massive swallow go through the lower half of my body, emptying the rest of me into the stomach, a hot slimy tomb, gritty morass of slime rubbing over every inch of my body, juices sloshing around long before I landed, starting to there work with gusto.. I kicked out with both my legs with all my strength, making a good effort.. feeling the tight belly give.. and because of the following laugh I guess I popped more of the bears clothing.. and he was ridiculing my efforts. The boisterous nature of the laugh rocked his belly, his hands pressed back at my kicking bulge..
In pure anger I kicked out hard again, scratching at the stomach walls, head butting,struggling to focus as the heat and lack of air threatened to dispatch me.. I was enraged My legs burned but I Didin't care.. kick kick, the sounds around me went splurch splurtch splop.. each wobble I made in the bears gut was a small victory, each groan he made a sign of success, he even made a fist and punched his belly, but his fat assed gut cushioned me too. .i kicked back.. but then his stomach make a tight clench, just in time with his massive belch, removing air, compacting me into half the space I had. .squeezed tight by his muscles he kept the clench up.. moaning crudely, vibrating the gut....letting the acids sink in deeper, draining my energy.. my eyes struggled to stay up.. the cheers of the crowd were so muted.. but I could hear them.. I cried a bit more then just whimpered.. weakening more and more... feeling his body move, the stomach sway slightly as he walked off, leaving the boots, the remains of my sword and shield and my chain paints as just debree from the fight.. the victor bear and the man meal.. ...
((detailed digestion?? add later??))
From the outside the polar bear stood bowlegged in front of the stands, raising a arm victory, letting loose a slimy wet belch to the lucky fans in the front row, waving one hand an lifting his meals helmet in one paw, waving it and then tossing it to some lucky fan. He growled in pleasure, bathing in the cheers of the crowd. Drinking the excitement still on his fans air, leaning into the chants before letting lose a second and final belch, pressing his thumb down on his navel and pulling it down in a "he's gone" gesture. He stood there, cock rigid and out dribbling a bit of pre.. though till obscured by his rounded stomach, the plats of his belly protector hanging limply around his squirming gut,, making soft clinking sounds as he walked, showing off to the rest of the crowd before finally leaving the arena. With a smile.. having even caught silver bone thrown to him by some generous fan... it was the traditional way to tip a gladiator afterall.
He slowly moved into the bowels of the arena, walking through the spectators passageways, letting them rub his belly if they were polite, scaring off a few with a growl, but still making his way to his room, it was simply decorated, he was still just a veteran of the arena, a long way to go for posh quarters.. but looking down at his bed, real feathers now... and built for his size... he let loose a small happy grunt.. he had arrived.. the simple pleasures would be his now.. and he relished them so..., He picked up his pay packet that had been slipped under the door and smiled.. flopping out on his bed he laid spread eagle.. his belly gurgling happily all his cares satisfied, he wanted for nothing.. being a free gladiator was something he would cherish... he closed his eyes and started to remember old meals... his stomach gurgled and he broke wind... ..and then fell fast asleep...
The Making of a nightsoil deposit....
Many hours later the bear gladiator opened his eyes again,, 2am in the morning, he knew it would happen, he had always had a bit of a tender stomach when it came to metal, if he'd only remember the getting up late at night more, disturbing a great night sleep where he could have sworn he was eating a half dozen gorgeous gladiators in one massive gorge that burst all his armor, rather than just his belly and throat plates.. which were designed for such a show, it left such a cheer in the crowd.. He also chastised himself for failing to be able to preform the disposal for the joyous crowds tomorrow, nothing like your entrance intermixing with your last meals final exit.. it stirred up a early morning crowd into mid afternoon frenzy.. Stil.. The body demanded the purging of the gladiator.. so he had to oblige, getting up from his bed he didn't bother to get dressed. He slid a finger over the recently stitched wound in his bicep, feeling the slow throb still there with a wince. It was a good blow. He deserved to get hit for being cocky like that, he'd make sure the scar stayed.. it would be all that he'd remember of the fight..more than most had left on him. He walked to the Gladiators bar and took himself a cold beer, lifted it to the air, thrust it forward like an invisible toast and popped the lid, chugging it down in memory of his last meal...and then went to add to the nightsoil..