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III

With my heart beating an erratic rhythm in my chest, I searched through the underground forums and message boards until I found out where Khanivore’s next fight would be. I kept telling myself it was nothing more than research.

When the day of the fight came, I was staring at my naked body on the full-length mirror in my room. My body was thick, soft, and pale, the last years I had rarely ventured outside of the Corp-Town and had spent even less time outside. I put on some old clothes, hopping they wouldn’t attract much attention, some old, frayed jeans and black shirt.

I tried to apply make up for a while before giving up on it completely and deciding to go with only some lipstick and eyeliner. I wasn’t sure what these people normally wore, but this seemed simple enough it shouldn’t get me any unwanted attention.

A cab was waiting for me downstairs, it would take me to the limits of the Corp-Town and from there I would need to take a bus to the arena.

The place was known by the locals as Blight Manor, it seemed that during the last big plague the owners closed themselves inside and ended killing each other in extremely gruesome ways that seemed to change depending on who was telling the story. It was only a few miles south of London, the years of neglect an abandon had turned what once had been an urban palace into ruins covered in vines and stripped of anything valuable.

More recently, the place had been taken over by a commune of biohackers and digital pirates, they decked the place with scavenged gear and soon it became a booming center for the local underground scene. Dozens of genespliced variety of flowers and weeds grew around the garden, some glowing under the moonlight, others bursting with hallucinogenic pollen. The old stone wall that encircled the property was tagged in bright colors, in some spaces, different varieties of bioluminescent moss grew, forming biological art pieces in constant change.

I had looked it up, once it had sported almost twenty rooms, the smallest of which was bigger than any apartment I’d ever lived in. A grand living room with twin spiral staircases occupied the central area of the house, there was a heated indoor pool on the back, riding stables, polo field, a freaking golf course. By the seaside you had even a small dock, relatively small, the thing had been rated to receive yachts and even small passenger ships, it was fully enclosed and had once offered the guests the complete privacy.

“Get your speckles here! The best definition so you don’t miss any detail of the fight!” A man announced to the crowd that was now arriving in small groups, some other offered food and drinks. “The best visuals and audio you will find!”

While the place was gated, there was very little on the way of security, the locals seemed content to take care of their own problems here. A couple people walked around carrying bats and with nasty augmented dogs at their sides, but they seemed as eager to watch the show as the rest of the people.

Even from the distance I could see inside of the main hall. What once had been expensive furniture had been cut into piece and now formed a circle of wooden spikes, a chandelier was hung above the arena, the lamps long gone and replaced with big flowers whose petals were ingrained with optic fiber. The second floor had been set up with wooden chairs, a few were already taking their places as the technical team made the last adjustments to the sound and image system.

I had no business being here at all.

I was out of breath, feeling every one of my sinful excesses so thoroughly enjoyed up to this point coming back to haunt me. It had been at least five years since I had done any kind of field world, when it had been necessary, I’d usually recruited some of the younger indentured interns or even hired a mercenary to help out when I could get the company to approve the expenses. It was just, well, this one was different.

I had to be here.

I took my place on the back rows, the view was poor, but with a pair of smart glasses I could access any of the cameras that were mounted around the arena. The mingled stench of cheap beer, sweat, overpowering cologne, and perfume was nauseating. The crowd chanted and stomped their feet, impatient for the first contenders to enter the arena.

The war-drum beats thumped through the arena and settled in my bones as the fighters walked in, they were small, local teams that brought beasties that were barely a meter tall each. Merely an aperitive for the crowd.

The announcer did his job rallying the crowd and introducing the fighters with his loud, booming voice. On the right side we had the Red Panthers, our data on them said they were mostly students from the local public college and their beastie, Thunderoach, looked like a disgusting cockroach covered in purple fur, four tentacles that ended in vicious spikes, and a threshing maw that could chew trough steel.

On the other side came in a sluggish beastie covered in thick plates, Duke Killington, it was easy to identify the turtle they used as a basis, but very little else was apparent, the armored plaques seemed to cover every inch to the point the creature walked with difficulty into the stage. The team, Loud & Dirty, seemed to come from a Corp-Town, their tattoos marked them as low-level scrapping crew from Exxington.

The contenders eyed each other for a few moments, the tension was palpable in the air and then the fight started in the blink of an eye. Thunderoach darted forward with a surprising burst of speed, but just as it got near Killington it closed itself in an armored ball. The purple cockroach stabbed with a pincer and then immediately retreated with a earsplitting shriek; half of its claw being consumed by a noxious chemical.

Almost imperceptibly, the armored plaques had moved and revealed bony tubes that dripped with some form of powerful acid, it sizzled and released small puffs of smoke when it touched Killington’s plaques. Not even its own carapace could protect it from the strong chemical.

Thunderoach’s momentary pain was quickly overridden and it swung back to attack with its tentacles, each ended in a lump of flesh covered in spikes. Dashing ahead with the attacks, the tentacles targeted the bony tubes, two of those were retreated before the attacks could connect, but the third one managed a lucky hit and shattered upon impact.

Acid spilled, devouring the tentacle and a good chunk of Killington’s armored plaques, exposing the soft flesh under it. The crowd screamed and cheered on as Thunderoach pressed on with its attacks, even as the chemicals devoured the two beasties.

Truthfully, I was appalled. Wincing with every blow that connected. I could barely watch them, but I refused to cover my eyes, I had to watch it.

Who, in their right minds, wants to make creatures to fight like this?!

A loud roar took over the crowd as Thunderoach walked away victorious, but gruesomely deformed by the chemical attack. I knew I was being judgmental, but look at all these lowlifes getting their rocks off on violence.

Two more fights progressed in quick succession, I wanted to leave. How could anyone be in this profession?

The lights were dimmed all over the arena and with a loud roar of applauses the announcer introduced the main fight of the night. I seriously didn’t know if I was going to make it. I’d never been queasy at the sight of violence on television, but this was something else.

People jumped up and down in their chairs, chanting the name of their champions.

Sonnie! The name echoed in a hundred throats.

And I swallowed dry, for an instant I was back in my dreams, inside the dark cave being chased by her beastie.

The announcer’s booming, yet musical voice dragged me back to reality, “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Blight Arena. Today we have the glory to bring you the undefeated champion Sonnie’s Predator!” All heads turned toward an open doorway where a robed contender made her way toward the arena. “With an unbroken victory streak of nineteen and the sharpest beastie to ever walk in this arena, they are the hottest team in Britain!”

“But today they will face a challenger like the Europe has never seen! They have travelled all the way from the Chinese Wastes, formed by some of the brightest minds of the extinct Imperial Council of Genetics and veterans of the Second Revolution! I present to you, the Fiery Flower!”

The crowd booed and howled as the contenders came in, a trio of pale Chinese dressed in almost theatrical robes, the kind of thing that a westerner would think a Chinese would wear. They were playing the crowd, yelling challenges in a broken combination of Chinese and English. Their fighter took his place, making exaggerated gestures that seemed copied from some old kung-fu movie.

The announcer played up the whole drama of the event, listing the victories of the Chinese team on their homeland, even working for the Chinese Government during the Korean Incident, and telling chilling stories about their beastie devoured the souls of their opponents.

It was hard to take all the drama seriously, specially when their beastie walked in the arena.

The beastie was called Kirin, a three-meter-tall monster with an almost gleaming silvery fur, shining emerald scales covering it’s back, a long tail that ended in a tuff of red fur, the head seemed lupine, with sharp fangs, big ears pointed up, and in the middle of the head there was a long, red horn. The beastie walked on large, cloven-hoofs.

I watched it move and tried to guess what it could do, this thing didn’t look like the savage, feral monsters that had walked on the arena early. It was more akin to the exotic beasties that sometimes were used to entertain in fancy parties and shows.

Sonnie removed her robe as she approached the arena, her tattoos glowing softly, marking her skin in stark contrast to her scars. She seemed unfazed by all the theatricals of the other team, she looked around trough the crowd as she took her place, for a moment it felt like she was looking straight at me.

I silently rooted for her, I hated her and her dammed beastie, but a cold knot formed in my stomach at the idea of seeing her lose.

Khanivore walked in the arena in a hunched stance, her claws clicking against the concrete floor, tail poised for a strike, a low roar escaping her throat as she seemed to study her opponent. I followed her every move, noticing with some awe the way she seemed always poised to strike, cautious, dangerous.

Using my glasses, I selected a camera just inside the arena, so close to the beasties I felt like I could just reach out and touch her.

I found myself waiting in high anticipation for her next move. I gasped when the announcer declared the start of the fight, the two beasties circling each other, when Khanivore twisted, thrusting her piercing tail against the Kirin that dodged out of the way with surprising grace.

Kirin jumped forward with short claws poised to strike, but Khanivore slid out of the way, her tail separating into the four tentacles as she lunged with two tentacles, shifting her weight with every move. Her moves were gracious, but savage, moving with each attack, putting all her weight and speed into the strikes.

The Kirin’s movement were easy and fast, each movement brought it closer to the Khanivore, but the beastie never seemed to make an aggressive movement. The crowd was anxious, the tension palpable in the air as the two beastie exchanged feints and quick attacks, neither team seemed willing to commit to a full attack so soon.

A well-timed lunge with her tentacles made contact with the Kirin, a perfuration on the lower abdomen that spilled blood and made the crowd cheer at the first blood, but it was drowned by the anguished scream of the Khanivore.

It took the crowd a moment to understand what was happening as Khanivore seemed to be taken by some invisible force, her tentacles convulsing and lashing wildly about. Kirin made its first aggressive move, charging ahead with its head lowered, goring Khanivore with the red horn.

Khanivore retreated with pained steps, blood flowing from the wound for a moment before the stream was contained. The visible damage would be nothing for a beastie, but Khanivore seemed slower now, the tentacles moving with difficult. She retreated, the tentacles coiling together and ready to attack.

Kirin pressed on its offensive, tackling Khanivore even as she slashed at its chest with her claws. The Kirin had barely touched Khanivore when she screamed and convulsed, the tentacles moving madly as the Kirin’s short claws crisscrossed her chest.

I’d never seen a fight like that. Sitting there, I grew anguished as even a slight touch from the Kirin seemed to cause pain to Khanivore, the agonizing screams pierced my soul, put ice in my veins. As if it was a single entity, the crowd was on its feet...stomping, screaming, and roaring.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Khanivore as she struggled to keep moving, the blood flowing freely through the seemingly superficial wounds caused by Kirin’s claws.

What was happening?

I looked at Sonnie, but she looked calm and completely focused on the fight, meanwhile the Chinese team howled and cursed at the crowd, their fighter made elaborate movements and screamed in unison with their beastie.

My entire body flushed with chilling fear. She couldn’t lose like that, cold sweat rolled down my spine.

I tried to avert my gaze, but I couldn’t. If that would be her defeat, then I needed to witness every moment of it. My heart was pounding, my mouth was dry, if that was to be the end, I had to satisfy my macabre curiosity.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…” I whispered under my breath as I caught a glimpse of a sparkle running trough the Kirin’s fur. Somehow, they had managed to make the beastie produce a powerful electrical charge. That certainly explained the black hooves, that worked to isolate the creature from the ground and the claws must have been built in such a way to guide the electric shock towards the enemy.

Khanivore roared as it jumped forward, propelled by it’s four tentacles in a jump over Kirin, the sound reverberated inside my body, made my legs shake. She landed just behind the Kirin, turning with the fall and striking with two tentacles at the Kirin’s hooves, but it jumped away from the attack. Without giving time for the Kirin to recover, Khanivore pressed on the attack, pouncing against the Kirin.

The Kirin readied itself to receive the strike, but in a sudden movement Khanivore launched two of her tentacles upwards, the bony talons at the end of the tentacles falling away as each parted in four prehensile extensions that anchored her to the ancient chandelier, and bringing the two remaining tentacles down on her opponent.

The bony spikes in the end of each tentacles pierced the creature easily, ripping flesh and muscles, fracturing bones in their way, but it was the powerful jaws of the Khanivore that bit into the creature’s chest, broke through the reinforced bones and pulled out with the still beating heart in her jaws.

The crowd’s celebration was like thunder echoing trough the arena, a conflagration that seemed to infect everyone. I was screaming with them, tears running down my eyes as I screamed and howled, she had won! Of course, she had won!

How could I have doubted her?

There was something undeniably real about it. The raw, feral feelings that called for something inside me. Looking at Sonnie and Khanivore, with those gorgeous, dangerous eyes, I had learned something that had been buried deep inside of me.

That’s too dangerous. But despite the promise of danger—or maybe because of it— I couldn’t stop wanting, craving.

I’m afraid of what I might do if I let myself go. Couldn’t help wishing to be pinned to the bed, helpless under her big body just once…

But no matter how excruciating it got, I couldn’t do that. It would feel like surrender. An acknowledgement that I never would defeat her. I couldn’t admit that, no matter how likely it seemed.

I wished there was something I could do to ease off the tension that was threatening to drown me, but while I normally threw myself into my work that was now impossible. She was my work, the beauty and the beastie that seemed to occupy every waking moment of my day and intrude into my dreams. There was nothing, but those two in my life.

I forced myself to walk away the arena with the rest of the public, I had a job to do and then all of this would be done. I could forget all about them, focus on my work, and my career. No more dreams with inhuman abominations.

Finding their truck was easy enough, the giant twenty-wheeler had been parked on the back next to a couple of vans, all of them marked with the team’s colors and logo. There was no one around, it seemed they had gone out to drink and celebrate their victory.

"You have a beautiful home." I unlocked the door and stepped into the truck; my voice was barely a whisper — I couldn’t bring myself to violate this technological cathedral. The soft glow of the monitors and sensors bathed the cramped room in an ethereal green light, the constant hum of the life-support systems. Just a few feet in front of me was the transport unit for the beastie, it almost looked like she was floating amidst the darkness, the tentacles moving ever so subtly.

"Aren’t you a beauty…" I looked around the monitors, trying to find where they had stored their bio-processor’s data.

Inside the tank, the creature’s tentacles uncoiled reflexively, only a small measure of movement.

"Having a bad dream?" I asked in a whisper, knowing very well that she couldn’t dream. She is a machine, I repeated to myself, nothing more than a machine that happens to be made of flesh and bones instead of steel.

There was tension in the air, the whole place was a giant mess, food wrappers and spare parts filled the tables without any apparent order or reason.

“Charlie…” A soft electronic voice resonated around the room, made me jump back as I looked around in fear I had been discovered. “You shouldn’t be here,” the electronic voice spoke again. “You should have walked away.”

I turned my head, trying to find the source of the sound. “How do you know my name?”

“You tried to kill me twice already, I tend to take notice.” I felt all the blood rushing away from my face as I turned in time to see myself reflected in Khanivore’s eyes. The fluids had been drained from her tube, the cables were still connected to the ports in her back, dropping one by one as she took another step towards me.

“You…” I made an effort to soften my voice. “Please, you don’t have to kill me!”

“Yes, I do,” she said stubbornly, unsheathing her claws. “I shouldn’t have to, but… You shouldn’t have come prying like that.”

The beast looked outright demonic under the eerie green light, each step she took towards me, the tentacles lashing behind her with excitement.

“Sonnie…” I closed my eyes. “I didn’t want to do any of that, but it was my only choice! We can make a deal! I can hire you as consultant! Full access, good salary, even stock options! I just need to defeat you once to convince my bosses!”

“You are never going to win,” she said faintly, almost as if whispering in my ears as Khanivore lowered her head, ready to pounce. “There’s nothing you can offer that would make me consider giving up.”

“What?” I opened my eyes and stared at Khanivore’s eyes, suddenly seeming so soft and almost pleading. “You… You are not using the Affinity Bridge… When you were....”

Words escaped me.

Khanivore groaned. This is not good.

“I’m sorry,” I said at last, not knowing what else to say.

“Not so eager anymore?” Khanivore seemed to almost purr, so close to me that I could smell her.

“Sonnie?” I said hesitantly and held out my hand, caressing her leathery hide, she watched as I reached out for her. My slender fingers touched her warm, leathery skin. Accepting. Willing. I couldn't help but smile at her, loving that perplexed curiosity that filled her eyes.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I tilted my head, staring back at her as I inhaled slowly, deeply. She watched the flush deepen in my cheeks, saw the tears that darkened in my eyes. My tongue peeked out, swiping over my lips.

"It must feel so lonely," my voice was trembling. “You don’t get tired?”

Her tail seemed to relax momentarily, her shoulders slumping. She wanted objections, fear, anger.

My lips settled against the tip of her sharp head, my fingers finding their way against the hard exoskeleton. As I fought to hold back my lust, her hands pulled me to her with surprising gentleness, fitting my slender curves into her taller body, her arms crossing over my back as she licked my neck tentatively, deep, drugging licks that sparked a need inside me. I was frail beneath her hands, smaller, more delicate than I had ever been. But she wouldn’t hurt me.

Sharp claws pricked through my shirt as her paws cut through my shirt. A tight groan escaped her as my thighs moved against her, pressing against the firm plaques of armor, her four tentacles raging with flaring feelings. Slanting my lips, letting her long and big tongue into my mouth.

Fuck! She tasted so good. Her tongue snaked inside my mouth, the taste burning through my mind like an aphrodisiac.

"You are one crazy girl," she said, but her powerful paws explored my body. The claws cut the fabric of my pants and her paw clenched into my ass as she lifted me towards her.

"You're wild," I nipped at her muzzle as she moved me against the wall. "So sweet and hot I have lost my mind for you.”

No woman or man had ever affected me like this, had ever made me burn, made every cell in my body desire and beg for her touch, her taste.

I reached for her, my hands shaking, a small, almost imperceptible moan on my lips.

"Not yet," she purred. Two of her tentacles moved with an elegant slowness, coiling around my wrists and pulling my arms up. She moved carefully, keeping the bony tips from piercing my skin, but rasping against me.

She moved back, her eyes going over my body. The fragile lace of my bra that did nothing to hide my hardened nipples. My abdomen and the delicate white silk of my panties, the material damp enough to outline the soft curves of my pussy. She moved her claws, ripping my underwear without any effort.

She looked down at me, flashing a predatorial grin.

My lips were parted, shiny from the dampness of my tongue. My eyes were wide, my pupils dilated and filled with shocked lust.

Her claws caressed my cheeks, holding my head in place as she licked my bare breasts, the rough tongue teasing my hardened nipples, stroked at it, slow, rough caress.

The lust was insane. It clawed at my mind, dug into my womb, and sent my juices dripping from my spasming vagina. It made me clutch at her, my legs opening as she moved her head between them.

"Fuck, you're hot!" I groaned as her tongue was sliding through the inside of my tights, her tentacles holding me in place as my body quivered. Her tongue was rubbing over my clit, as another of her tentacles coiled around my neck, only tight enough so I would feel it with every breath. The pleasure was agonizing.

Khanivore's paws touched me, caressed, stroking fire inside of me, creating a raging storm of bliss that burned through any other thought, any other instinct.

"Fuck me!" I barely held back the moan as her tongue moved to a painfully hard, highly sensitive nipple.

She chuckled, a dark sound of satisfaction as her tentacle moved to grip my hip, holding me in place as I arched against her.

I gasped, feeling the coldness of her exoskeleton as her claws raked over my nipple, drawing a ragged cry from my throat.

I stared down at her, seeing the sexual, sensual animal bending over me.

One night. Just one night.

"I need you now," I was shaking, trembling with that need, but I couldn't control the impulse to touch her. My fingers moving over the hard plaques, tentatively smoothing over the flesh beneath.

Her tentacle wrapped around my waist as her head dipped, her tongue trailing down the middle of my stomach in a rapid course to the tormented flesh between my thighs.

“Sonnie,” the sound of my own cry shocked me—hoarse, edged with desperation as she took me. “I can't take it… Please…”

I arched towards her, a shattered cry leaving my throat as her tongue moved in to torture me, to torment my cunt. I closed my eyes, the sensations spreading with jolts of pleasure and quivering bliss.

She groaned as my thighs fell open farther. Her tongue was a flaming lash of pleasure, working its way slowly through the narrow slit as her tentacles held me.

She groaned. I strained harder. Her tongue licked through each fold, tickled around my clit, slid down, rimmed the spasming opening to my vagina. Gasping, struggling to breathe, I felt my hands gripping her, my nails digging into her hard skin.

Her tongue was wicked, imperious. It claimed, demanded from me a pleasure that exceeded any I had experienced before. Each stroke of her tongue sent wicked lightning crashing through my muscles. My mind was overtaken, overwhelmed by the crashing waves of sensations, causing me to jerk, to shudder. I had lost all control.

When her head moved back, she moved one of her lower tentacles, the ones without the sharp talons, probing the entrance to my pussy, worked in, caressed and stroked, sending spasms racing through the very heart of my womb.

"Khanivore…" My scream was strangled. "For God's sake. Sonnie, please…" Her tentacle stroked inside me.

Sensation ripped through me. Tore through my nervous system, shredded my soul. My orgasm crashed, tightened my body, and sent my mind toward an all-consuming heat and brilliance.

Khanivore's hard growl filled my head as she moved the blunt, thick head of her tentacle against the folds of my pussy.

I struggled to open my eyes, the violent spams of pleasure coursing through my veins defying any sense.

She jerked upright, the second lower tentacle finding its way inside of me. The thick, pulsing tentacles throbbing with furious, desperate hungry lust that made me needy, desperate for her.

Her paws gripped my thighs, her eyes blazing down at me. I swallowed tightly, my fingers shaking, trembling as I held to her. I needed her; my pussy burned, begged.

"Fuck me!" The two blunt tentacles invaded me, stretched my needy cunt, made me wish for nothing more. They twisted and moved inside of me, stroking nerve ending that no cock could have touched.

I screamed her name, my own voice sounding distant and drowned by the lust. My legs spread open by her paws as her tentacle plunged inside me, my lips opened for her and her tongue invaded my mouth, my tongue battling licking at it the moment she entered my mouth. I was filled to my limit, the tearing pleasure whipping through me, overloading my senses until nothing mattered, the world dissolved until nothing existed but Khanivore. Her touch. Her kiss, feeling the strokes of her tentacles inside me pussy as her tongue filled my mouth.

My body jerked violently as the next orgasm ripped through me. I squirmed, shuddered, fighting to scream, but only a whimper emerged as she pulled out the tongue from my mouth.

My teeth sank into her shoulder, and in that moment, I knew she had defeated me completely.

***

“Voice mail to Dr. Charlie Marshall from Unknown Sender,” the computer woke up by the next morning.

“Hey doctor,” Sonnie’s voice made me jump out of the bed. “You are one crazy bitch, yesterday was really something else and if you want to do it again, I’m sending you the address to my next fight.”