Animalympics 2000: Chapter One
Disclaimer: Animalympics and its characters are property of Lisberger Studios and Warner Bros. I'm just borrowing the setting and a few characters.
A note from the author: I'll probably continue this off and on. Feedback is appreciated. I haven't written anything since high school, so feel free to critique.
Chapter 1
The moon sank into the horizon, illuminating the pillars of the old dilapidated colosseum that sits atop Mt. Animalympus; the beginning of this and all previous Animalympic games. The silhouette of a physically endowed athlete with a torch in hand, passed through the entrance that was narrowed by debris. In a place where most creatures would not dare to set foot, he kept a proud and arrogant stride. The air was thin and the climb was long, but Rex Guthrie was an elite endurance athlete; seasoned, but well conditioned. His feline agility allowed him to navigate the rough mountain terrain with ease.
The quiet of the early mourning was broken by a shrill, intimidating voice, hidden in shadow: "He who dares dwell in my presence, dares to dwell in hell," the booming voice vibrated through the empty halls, causing ripples in the puddles formed under the leaky stone ceiling.
Rex let out a long exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes, "Let's hurry this up, I've got things to do." he said boldly.
The voice from the shadows erupted in a cacophonous coughing fit, "Don't be like that, guv," his voice turning from intimidating into an earsplitting cockney dialect, "I don't often get visitors. I really didn't mean it." The owner of the voice emerged from the darkness, revealing himself to be a large dragon--roughly two stories in height--with a wan face, ravaged by time. His sizable wings were tattered and scarred; it was doubtful that he could use them to aid him in flight in their condition. Chipped and stained horns covered the top of the beasts head in varying sizes.
"Well I'm not staying. let's get on with this charade," Rex yawned.
"Now hold on, let's discuss the matter of me payment. I can't blow without my blow," The dragon commented, quivering in anticipation. He hadn't had a fix in weeks; he knew he could weasel some coke from either Rex or the mayor of Animalympic Island, him being part of the tradition and all.
"See, this is why no one wants to come up here," Rex replied, starting to get very irritated now. "You're always begging for coke, it's pathetic--"
"I'll suck your dick."
"Then you say things like that," Rex sighed, messaging his brow. "It's not charming, you should really have more respect for yourself."
"You don't know what it's like," the dragon sniffled, his baggy eyes starting to moisten with fabricated tears, "It's difficult being the last of me kind. There's a lot of pressure with all these modern inventions like matches, lighters, and imitation fire. The only reason they have me light the torch is tradition. It's patronizin'."
Rex folded his arms, unconvinced, "All the more reason to clean yourself up, you want to represent your kind well, don't you?" he said in challenge.
"If you were the last of the tiger-folks, you'd be wantin' some nose candy to take the edge off, and I would be there to give it up for a blow job," the dragon pleaded, hoping desperately that playing the victim would earn him some sympathy from the tiger.
A devious smirk stretched across Rex's face as he began to enjoy the idea of extorting sex from the disastrous drug addict, "Well, I suppose I won't get another opportunity to get a B.J. from a dragon when you're not around anymore. Alright," he finally yielded, "if you make it a good one, I'll give you your junk."
The dragon panted excitedly as Rex pulled the elastic waistband of his shorts down past his buttocks and strong thighs; exposing his swelling sheath and large, sagging testicles. Rex's features were mature and grizzled, but his body was chiseled and statuesque. The dragon couldn't resist crawling towards Rex's mesmerizing body. He hadn't been this enamored by another creature in his life; he simply couldn't control his impulses. He cupped his massive genitals, grinding them against his claw.
"Come here, save that drool for my cock.," Rex beckoned, laying the torch down on the hard stone floor. The dragon's eyes drooped, sinking into an ecstasy inspired trance as he slowly lowered his his head towards Rex's sheath. In his excitement, the dragon began snorting warm air that engulfed Rex's genitals before sweeping between his legs and causing his thick, muscular behind to perspire.
The dragon pressed the the large tip of his mammoth tongue to Rex's emerging shaft. The tiger grimaced at the intense sensation of such a large, wet tongue on his cock. He gripped the dragon by the horns forcibly and began thrusting his hips into the endangered creature's face, resting his thick meat against the large creature's smooth, glossy tongue. He bucked his hips roughly into the reptile's sweltering entrance while the increasingly aroused lizard lapped a little at the feline's balls and the base of his shaft.
The sound of his meat squishing into the dragon's saliva made the athletic feline's balls tighten into his body and his muscles tense. "This doesn't feel too bad," He breathed. He closed his eyes and began to search his mind for a more appealing partner to envision. In his day, there weren't many females that would turn Rex Guthrie down for a night of sweaty, steamy passion, but this wasn't his day anymore. He wasn't used to rejection; there was one lovely creature that escaped his affections--Kip Fromage.
Kip had been the center of attention leading up to this year's games. She was the new, hot thing; an elusive creature to him. There were many younger studs for her; how could he compete? As he concentrated on the memory of her, he began to form an image of her large curves under her tight blouse; her luring, seductive eyes looking up at him, begging for his cock in her mouth.
"Do you like this move here?" the dragon muffled as he nimbly worked his mouth around Rex's shaft, his piercing voice making the athletic tiger shudder in annoyance and ripping him from his fantasy.
"Would you stop talking?" he snapped, completely disregarding the miserable creature's feelings. "I'm trying to imagine you're someone else." The dragon winced at the tiger's harsh words, he shrugged and continued working Rex's shaft as the aging athlete drifted back to Kip. The dragon became a silhouette that slowly started shaping to resemble the lioness of his desires. He imagined her toned thighs, her busty bosom, and her pussy growing moist from her attraction to him. But, the thing that really drove him into a fit of sexual frustration, the thing that he wanted more than anything, was her deliciously supple bottom.
Her plump little rear could make brothers murder one another. Her ass was her mother's. He remembered what a fine athlete Kit Mambo was; he competed around the same time as her, and she was as unforgettable as her daughter. She eluded him as well, but he had this--his fantasy.
As he formed the thought of Kip, he imagined her mother next to her, caressing the underneath of her daughter's weighty breasts. Rex let out a breath of pleasure as he pictured the mother and daughter he lusted for kneeling at his feet--together--beginning to lick slowly at his throbbing meat. He imagined Kip taking his cock all the way to the base before passing it to her mother, as she closed her mouth around it and deep-throated him. He dreamed of Kip juggling his balls with her tongue while her mother shared his dick with her young daughter.
With his sensitive hearing, the dragon detected Rex's heart palpitating faster like a rhythmic drum. He knew the tiger was ready to climax, and the harder he came, the easier it would be to coax him into giving him his coke. He snaked his tongue over Rex's tight sack, between his legs, lapping at his taint. The muscular feline vocalized his pleasure with moans and soft whimpering at the wet sensation on his sensitive taint. The dragon pushed his lengthy, dexterous oral appendage even further, sliding it between the tiger's walls of muscular flesh, and flicking the tip of his tongue across his sexy little toy's anus.
Rex began grinding his taint, anus, and balls against the warm, glossy instrument between his thighs; his muscles and balls swelling as his body prepared for the wave of pleasure that was about to take him. He dug his toes into the earthy, stone ground, grabbing tightly onto the dragon's horns; caressing them like they were cocks. He rocked his hips into the large reptile's face as his breaths became shorter and heavier. An electric flash vibrated through his thighs and hips, centering between his legs. His cum slapped against the dragon's tongue and cheeks, slathering the monstrous creature's mouth with his warm jizz. He shuddered as he shot load after load into the dragon's orifice as the beast sucked on his cock and swallowed his cum.
Rex choked and gasped while the dragon continued to suck and drink ever last drop of him. He held tightly onto the dragon's horns to keep himself from collapsing in pleasureful exhaustion. The dragon moaned into his cock among the sounds of his sucking and slurping while Rex began to come down from his orgasmic high. The tiger stood up straight, trying to compose himself and stop his enervated legs from quavering.
"Not bad," Rex exhaled, trying to regain his breath. He didn't want the dragon to know how much he enjoyed himself, it was better that he remained aloof.
"Not bad?" the beast snorted, "You're still shakin' at the knees." He was pleased with himself, he really did like Rex. He wanted him to feel good, but what was more important, was getting his fix. "So..." the winged reptile started coyly.
"I make good on my deals," Rex interrupted, grabbing the torch and lifting it to the dragon's nostrils. "I told you I didn't want to be here all day. Light the torch so we can get on with the ceremony." The dragon effortlessly puffed a ball of fire out of his nostrils, lighting the torch sufficiently. His proud expression distorted as he watched Rex make his way towards the entrance of the colosseum without handing over his prize. "You bastard, where's me coke!" he fumed, his large slitted eyes widening.
Rex paused for a moment while he dug into his shorts, then tossed a small plastic bag towards the ground. "I didn't forget," he chuckled winking back at the monster, who started scrambling spastically towards the bag he had worked for. He continued on his way out as he listened to the dragon snorting loudly and slobbering over his narcotics.
"You'll come back next year won't you?" the dragon called from inside.
"No, I won't be back," the athlete called back in reply. Unless I'm really horny, he added to himself. The agile athlete made his way back down Mount Animalympus in the mourning light; which was more difficult than coming up with his legs in their weakened state.
Meanwhile, Michael Foxburg sat at his desk in the Z.O.O studio booth; gazing at himself in a small compact mirror, unaware that they had been on air for several seconds. "You handsome devil, you," he cooed, brushing his hair back with his hand and raising an eyebrow as if trying to seduce his reflection. The camera man cleared his throat, trying to bring Michael's attention to the blinking red light that signified that they were live. "Hmm...?" Michael grunted as he shifted his gaze towards the camera, realizing everyone was waiting for his address. "Oh...howdy folks," he choked nervously, winging his small mirror towards the top right corner of the camera view.
"It looks as though our legendary athlete, Rex Guthrie, has braved the caverns of Mt. Animalympus to light the Animalympic torch. The signal of the beginning of these Animalympic games!" He shuffled the notes on his desk, trying to gather himself; speaking in his phony announcer voice he had become infamous for. "The flame will now make it's way through the four corners of the Animalympic kingdom. It will be passed from one legendary figure of these games to the next until it reaches Pawprint Stadium. And Now," he exclaimed, his voice becoming more excited and exaggerated, "live via satellite, we bring you the Animalympic games! Presented to you by Z.O.O, the network that brings out the beast in sports!"
The fox sat up straight and fixed his fitted suit jacket, smiling obnoxiously, "I'm Michael Foxburg," he said with a wink, "your anchor-fox from Z.O.O control. Now here's a look at some of the events we will be bringing you." He paused, trying to think back to what the audience may have seen while he was unprepared for the live broadcast. "Alex..."
The producers switched the feed to highlight footage of past marathon events while a busty, cute Alex Fennecan narrated from a small window on the screen. "Thanks Mikey," she said enthusiastically; her button down blazer revealing a charitable amount of cleavage. "In the marathon event, we have one of the most exciting stories in years. Kip Fromage, the daughter of past competitors, Kit Mambo and René Fromage, will make her Animalympics debut. She'll be taking on veteran and gold medalist, Snarl Lewis.
"In skating," she continued, "Sonya Harding could be a potential star. She wowed the critics at the junior nationals last year. When she's on the ice, all the boys will be watching," she said, closing with with a seductive glance to the camera.
A distinguished, brown Equine replaced Alex in the small window over highlights from swimming and diving events. "Hello there, I'm Chester Colt," he said in a thick English accent, introducing himself to the television viewers at home, "and I'll be bringing you the ever popular aquatics events. Competing in swimming and diving, and captaining the North American water polo team, is an athlete that is projected to take home more gold metals than anyone else in Animalympics history, Michael Yelps.
Chester grinned, raising his eyebrows as the imagery below him displayed a muscular young Labrador Retriever swimming well ahead of his competition in a pool divided by lanes. The featured athlete leaped out of the water, striking a heroic pose as the water dripped down his well defined muscles.
Next, highlights from track and field, boxing, and hockey began playing as a gruff bulldog--who looked like he had been in a few scraps in his day--began narrating for the television audience. "And I'm Freddy Globe," he huffed in a monotone voice. "Everyone loves the American hero, Brute Bender, and we'll see him compete in his usual track and field events. We also got boxing, as Lloyd Maddox looks to establish himself as one of the world's top pugilists."
The highlights featured a short haired, grey rat shadow boxing in front of the camera, draped in a sparkling silk robe. He slipped and weaved with a contemptuous grin reaching from one ear to the other. He turned his back shifting from side to side, reaching back to point out the large glittery font on the back of his robe: "Money Maddox."
A hodgepodge of gymnastics, judo, and fencing footage began playing as an unhinged looking kangaroo start shrieking wildly at the camera, "I've got the most exciting sports for you! None of the other events are as entertaining as gymnastics and bobsledding! Just look at those athletes," he looked down as if he could see the athletes in the video footage. "Just when you think the Eurasian, Helga Corbutt, couldn't be stopped, the mysterious German, Natasha Comenatyu, swept the qualifiers like nobody has ever done before! Join me, Ryan Rumble, for some real action!" He scratched the back of his neck with his eye twitching sporadically.
A bored, lethargic looking Koala appeared to narrate over weightlifting and basketball video, "Bob Lostus here, and I'll be bringing you--"
Ryan Rumble sprang into the window, knocking Bob off the screen. "This is garbage, no one wants to see this crap! Look at those pussies!" he squawked, looking down as if, again, he could see the athletes on screen. Suddenly, the Koala sprang to life, leaping towards Ryan and throttling him by the neck, "I won't hesitate to choke you, motherfucker!" he roared, shoving the demented kangaroo back off screen.
He cleared his throat, returning to his bored demeanor as if nothing had happened. "In basketball and soccer, captains Magic Malone and Sergio will look to continue their respective country's history of superiority. Back to you Michael..."
Back in the Z.O.O studio booth, Michael chuckled at the antics of his colleagues--this time ready for his appearance on camera. "Ain't they a riot? Oh look," he exclaimed, "here comes gold medalist, Bolt Jenkins, down the corridor of champions with the torch. These games are about to be underway. But first," he paused, straightening out his tie, "a statement from our most gracious mayor of Animalympic Island..."
At the center of a crowded stadium, a podium surrounded by men in dark sunglasses and suits sat on the center of the track. An older, prestigious looking character with a car-salesman grin approached the podium, tapping the microphone to make sure it was on. Camera lights began flashing wildly and the crowed grew silent awaiting the annual speech. The Mayor cleared his throat as the feedback screeched and reverberated over the crowd. "It is my pleasure to once again bring this competition to Animalympic Island for all to see. As a former athlete myself," he looked down, forcing a humble expression, "it is my love of the athletic pursuits that is my reason for bringing you these games every year. The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat. To inspire the uninspired, and bring hope to the hopeless--"
"Not to mention, fatten your wallet!" a heckler called from the crowed.
The politician shifted nervously, pulling at his tie before deciding to cut his speech short, "Ahem...so...without further ado: let the games begin!"
The crowd clapped unenthusiastically, wondering how the mayor continued to be re-elected after the multiple accounts of prostitution, drug charges, and corruption that severely marred his reputation. The truth was, Animalympic Island remained a self-governed insular nation since it's discovery; but more importantly, it was believed to hold a sort of mystical power over the entire world, which made the property desirable by every nation on the globe, including nations under rule by inexorable dictators: such as William Thorne, a competitor in the games, who used his athletic prowess along with his political savvy to try to win over the population of the island and gain control over it.
William believed that the island itself contained a supernatural force that strengthened the athletes which could be harnessed to aid him in his political conquests. This belief was brought on by the tale of Kurt Wüffner, a gold medalist in the original Animalympic games, who after being lost and stranded in the unsurveyed mountainous region of the island, appeared out of nowhere to break every record ever set in the downhill skiing events he competed in. Wüffner claimed to have come across a hidden utopia called Dogri-La, where he was saved from the brink of death and given extraordinary strength. These claims were written off as mad delusions set off by dehydration and a concussion, fortified by his assertions that he also had a massive orgy with the many beautiful goddesses who lived there.
As long as the current mayor remained in power, Animalympic Island would be protected from a chaotic, bureaucratic election that could result in an unwanted, new power taking over.
In front of a lofty stairwell that led to the cauldron that signaled the beginning of the games, Bolt Jenkins waited patiently for his queue from the mayor before jogging up the stairs to the gigantic Animalympic cauldron. He waved to the crowd and posed for the cameras, donning his old track uniform; a chance to relive his former glory. He held the torch to the cauldron, igniting the fuel inside. The crowd cheered as the flame spread and glowed, triumphantly on display for the heavens.
"The games have officially begun," Michael Foxburg announced dramatically from the Z.O.O studio booth, "Our first event is the Marathon race. It's a 14 day event leading around the coast of Animalympic Island. Alex Fennecan is at the starting line..."