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Carnal Combat II

Episode IV - Building a Mystery

By FJE http://www.furaffinity.net/user/emerson/

12/24/06

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sex between adults. There's likely to be bondage, hardcore sex, softcore sex, tentacle sex, ninja sex, ninja beatings, ninjas beating off, and other unspeakable acts. If you are not of age to view this stuff, or if it might make you cry, please don't read it. Thanks.

Hitomi walked silently down the corridors of the Hall of Combat towards the Meditation Chamber. It was fairly late, and the halls were empty; most of the guests still awake had gathered in the Courtyard to talk of the recently finished fight between Khan Lei and Spectre. Hitomi had heard someone say that Spectre had emerged victorious, and that was certainly pleasing to hear, but she had other things on her mind. The next night would be her fight. She knew it was a highly anticipated match amongst the guests, for it was something that didn't happen all that often in a Tournament: A rematch.

Last year, she had nearly swept the Tournament. First she took down Khan, and then Ruin, and finally Daichi. While she had fallen to Rhane, it was Ruin that she considered her toughest, closest match. Deep down, the mouse honestly believed that she should have beaten Rhane. Khan had been too arrogant for his own good, and Daichi was tough, but he definitely held back in their fight.

Ruin had given her quite a run, however. He was fast, he was skilled, and he was even intimidating. A rematch was not something she wanted, but it was not something she feared, either. She had beat him once, and she'd beat him decisively. She knew she could do it again.

Hitomi suddenly realized that she had become so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed that she'd stopped in the middle of the corridor to listen to the sounds that echoed around. She could hear voices far ahead, and some behind her, but above it all she heard something else: light breathing, and a heartbeat.

The mouse turned her head slightly, reaching out with her senses. Someone was standing just off to the side, next to one of the many columns that lined the sides of the corridors. The presence was familiar, and the moment she identified the figure, her breath caught in her chest.

"It's hard to sneak up on me," Hitomi said. "Which makes me think you have something important to say if you bothered to do so."

Ruin tilted his head a bit, fixing his glowing eyes on Hitomi. "On the contrary, Miss Hitomi. I've been here for quite awhile. You snuck up on me."

Hitomi turned her head to face the sound of Ruin's voice. "That seems to be your only job. Sneaking around, that is."

"It is one of my chores. I have others," he said, narrowing his eyes. "We fight tomorrow, once again. I must admit, I am looking forward to it."

The mouse smirked at the masked canine. "Hoping to beat me this year?"

"No, simply looking forward to being able to truly compete with you."

"What do you mean, 'truly'?"

Ruin arched an eyebrow. "I handed you the match last year, Miss Hitomi. I thought that was quite clear."

It was Hitomi's turn to look surprised. "Handed me the match? Maybe you're thinking of a different fight, because I distinctly recall handing you your ass."

Hitomi could clearly feel the ninja bristle. "My mistake, then," he said. "I was under the impression that you understood my intentions that day. I'll keep that in mind tomorrow night."

"Why reason would you even have for throwing that fight to me?" Hitomi was confused, and angry. She had fought hard that day. It was no fixed fight.

"Everyone in the House of Shadow knew that Ra' Chi had to be dealt with at that point. Kaine had a plan, but I was not completely sure at that time if Kaine would go through with it. I wanted to make sure that Kaine's final opponent would be someone that could beat him, should he loose the spine to face down Ra' Chi.

"I expected you to beat Rhane, you see," Ruin said, sharply. "Lucky for me that events played out as they did, as you failed to put the vixen down."

"What a fancy story," Hitomi said, furious at the ninja's accusation. It made no sense, and his comment about her loss to Rhane was clearly meant to offend. "So you were ready to hand the Tournament to the House of Fog, just like that? Unlikely."

"I have far more reason than you know, student of the Fog," he said, coldly.

"What does that mean? Why would..." Hitomi stopped herself in mid-sentence, realizing that Ruin had slipped away already, disappearing from her senses.

The mouse noticed that her paws were balled up into fists. Ruin had gotten to her, that was for sure. His comments were quite unsettling, but above all his final comment, calling her a 'student of the Fog', was most baffling. That was a term used exclusively in the House of Fog, amongst the highest, most proficient sensei in the House. The way he had said it was distinctly...commanding.

"What secrets are you hiding, Ruin?" She whispered to herself.

The sound of laughing from a party down the corridor was the only reply she heard.

* * *

Adonis sat in a pile of pillows in the middle of his floor, looking out of the open window. It was morning, and he had long since heard the result of the fight between Khan and Spectre. Now, he waited for the tiger's arrival to give an account of the fight.

Khan was slightly late in his arrival, but Adonis was neither surprised or upset by it. It was something he expected, in fact. When he heard the knock at his door, he called out for Khan to enter. The tiger stepped in and walked around to face Adonis, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked tired.

Khan was, in fact, quite tired, and sore as well. The fight had been rough, and the loss had been...taxing, to say the least. He nodded respectfully to Adonis.

"So," Adonis said simply, pressing the tips of his fingers together. "What happened?"

"It was a pretty long fight," Khan said, grinning. "I ended up gettin' knocked out of bounds. He ran off right afterwards."

Adonis nodded. "Good. You fought well, then? There will be no suspicion that you purposely lost the fight?"

"Not a chance," Khan said, pointing to a slight swelling around his left eye, and then the bandages he had wrapped around his midsection. "I beat his ass good before I went down. Could have beaten him, too, if I wanted."

Adonis arched an eyeridge. "I am glad to see that you kept your...zeal at bay, Khan. Do not deviate from your orders just to slate your own ego."

"Don't worry, Master Adonis," Khan said, bowing. "I got my head on straight this time around. You just speak it, and you can consider it done."

"Good," said the dragon, standing up. He stretched his wings out ominously before he wrapped them around his shoulders. "Then all is finally in place."

"What should I do now?" Khan asked, giving the stretching dragon his space.

Adonis thought for a moment. "Go about your own business, but keep yourself ready to act when I require you to do so."

Khan grinned and nodded his head. It was time to sit back, relax, and watch the idiots try to figure out what was happening right under their very noses.

* * *

While Khan and Adonis talked, Spectre was also up and about. He was sore from the fight, but not as sore as he imagined Khan must be - both physically, and emotionally. With his first Tournament victory on his record, and several more fights still ahead, the skunk was in particularly high spirits.

His day looked even brighter when he passed by a room not far from his quarters and spotted Hitomi and Kassidy eating their morning meal. The skunk grinned, and realized he had a prime opportunity to warm the collie up to him.

Spectre slipped back to his quarters to retrieve something, and then he made his way back to where he had spotted Hitomi and Kassidy. The two were still there, talking now, and so the skunk casually strolled in.

"Good mornin', ladies," he said, walking up to them with a wooden box under his arm. "How goes the day so far?"

Hitomi nodded and smiled at Spectre, while Kassidy barely acknowledged the skunk.

"We're well, Spectre," Hitomi said, motioning to a seat across from her at the table. It was a small table, barely sitting a foot off the floor. Soft mats surrounding it served as seating, and Kassidy sat at the table end closest to Hitomi, sipping something from a cup. Spectre took the seat across from the mouse, placing the box on the table.

"Thanks. Hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said, looking at the silent Kassidy."

"Nope," Hitomi said. "Just finished eating. Heard you had quite a night, though. Congratulations on shutting Khan up." The mouse grinned, fixing her blindfold.

"Yeah, it was pretty satisfying. Though, let me tell you: Don't go down to the Crystal Arena, or whatever it's called. It'd damn creepy." The skunk chuckled, and then tapped his fingers on the box he'd brought.

Hitomi's ears perked up as she heard the sound. "What have you got there?"

"This? Oh, this is some card game that some shifty fox is selling around here. Suckered me into buying it," Spectre said casually, smiling a bit at Kassidy. "He said it was a game from your House. Sensuale I believe he called it. I don't suppose either of you know how to play?"

Kassidy finally looked up at the skunk. Her green eyes glittered.

"The House of Fog is my adopted home, sir," she said, her strange accent coating her words. "So you see, 'tis not for me to teach ye' of this game. Miss Hitomi would be more suited, aye?"

Hitomi, who had been listening with a slight smile, looked suddenly surprised. "Me? Oh, I haven't played that in years..."

Spectre laughed a bit. The collie was clearly trying to pawn him off on Hitomi, but he wasn't about to force the issue. Instead, he would play along.

"Well, I've never played," he said to the mouse. "So, at worst we're on even ground. Come on, we'll say that Kassidy here takes winner."

Kassidy just looked back at her cup, but Hitomi flicked her tail and smiled. "Sure," the mouse said. "Set it up."

Spectre opened the box, taking out the deck of cards, the incense burner, and the incense. He had it all set up in no time, with the burner emitting soft wisps of scented smoke that he felt tickle his senses, causing a slight stirring in his pants and a fuzzy feeling in his head. Surprisingly, it wasn't all that different from how it felt when engaged in Combat.

Hitomi was equally affected by the incense, and she found herself taking her blindfold off, letting her sightless eyes flicker over the table. Spectre dealt the cards, and the game began.

Spectre spread his three cards out in front of himself, wondering what he got. Hitomi did the same, and as the two stared at each other, Spectre debated his move. Draw from the deck, or use one of his three cards? With the incense burning, clouding his reasoning, it was hard to decide. He wondered how the hell he was supposed to tell a story like this.

Finally, the skunk reached out and drew a card from the deck, placing it face up. He looked at the card he got, and quickly came up with a simple scenario for the figure depicted on it.

"The body," he said, smiling at the mouse. "It ignites lust."

Hitomi smirked and drew a card from the deck, playing it on top of Spectre's. The mouse reached out with her senses, running her fingers over the face of the card to read it in her own special way. "The Master," she said, groggily. "He controls the lust of his body."

Spectre grinned a bit. Something in the mouse's words made him achingly hard...or, perhaps it was still just the burning incense. Either way, he drew his next card from the deck.

"The Seducer. She lures the Master into succumbing to his lusts."

Hitomi squirmed. She was starting to feel hot, suddenly imagining a slender mare seducing a well-hung male...

The mouse pushed the thought out of her mind quickly, and played one of her three reserve cards. She grinned as she flipped it over.

"The Mind," she cooed suggestively. "The Master outsmarts the Seducer and brings her to his harem."

Spectre gulped. His cock was absolutely throbbing in his pants. He drew once more from the deck, trying to keep his head clear.

"The...the Succubus," he panted, looking at the lewd drawing on the card face. "She...she engages the Master, and takes his seed."

Hitomi nearly moaned. Quickly she drew a card from the deck, keeping her eyes off of Spectre, and his handsome form.

"The Ruler...he...he commands..."

Spectre watched Hitomi as she struggled with the card. He wasn't sure how long passed before he became aware that Hitomi was out, dazed and lost in her own thoughts before she could play her card. He knew he had won the game, and as far as he was concerned, the stakes were obvious.

The skunk practically leapt across the table and onto Hitomi, knocking the mouse back onto a large pillow. He was vaguely aware that, at some point, Kassidy had quietly slipped away, and he was disappointed. He soon found himself otherwise occupied though, as Hitomi wrapped her lips around his raging erection and began to suck, bobbing her head up and down on the thick shaft, slobbering it up eagerly.

Spectre moaned and rolled his hips, his body writhing as the mousette sucked his cock with such skill and lust that it felt like she might suck his balls clean out. As she used her mouth to pleasure the male, Hitomi pressed her own fingers to her wet pussy, rubbing her clit hard and fast.

Hitomi came before Spectre, and she cried out in pleasure around his dripping, throbbing cock. As she moaned in delight, she kept one paw wrapped around the male's shaft, stroking it hard and fast. When Spectre came she heard his shout of pleasured desire and she felt his cum spraying across her face, sticking to her fur.

The mouse girl panted hard, feeling herself shake from the aftermath of her orgasm. When Spectre reached down and grabbed her wrists, tugging her up to sit astride his hips, all she could do was groan in need and grab his cock, stuffing it deep into her soaked pussy.

She suddenly wondered why she had ever stopped playing this game...

* * *

Night had fallen at the Hall of Combat. The crowds were starting to gather in the Courtyard and in the Dungeon as everyone awaited word of the day's fight. It was due to start in just a few hours, and so most guests were preparing for the night's meal and the night's entertainments.

Winter, however, had just finished eating. The kangaroo wanted to get some sparring in while the crowds were occupied and the dojo was empty. She hated trying to practice in a crowded dojo. There was always one obnoxious male in every one who would try to sneak in a grope and call it "tight quarters".

As Winter walked down the halls, she became aware that she was moving fast, and something wasn't right. She stopped herself in the middle of the corridor, looking around, trying to place what was off, what was urging her to run. The long hallway was empty, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Nothing, that was, until she perked her long ears and listened. That, she realized, was what was wrong. There was no noise to be heard, other than her own breathing. There were no voices carrying down the halls - something you'd hear at all hours of the day and night. There was no wind against the shuttered windows. There was nothing but silence around her. It was unsettling.

The 'roo started to walk again, faster than before. The end of the hallway seemed miles off, and the faster she moved, the farther it seemed to get. From the corner of her eye, she saw something moving outside of the shuttered windows, something strange that never seemed to move in front of her, yet was always there. She could feel herself starting to sweat, fear sinking in.

The end of the corridor was too far. She knew she wouldn't make it before...before that shapeless something could get in, and get her.

Winter saw a door to her left. She didn't know where the door went or why she had never noticed it before, but it was an escape. She threw herself against it and flung it open, slamming the door behind her before she fell back against it, gasping hard. She squeezed her eyes shut, listening to something sweep down the hall, past the door.

And then, all was quiet once more.

Winter slowly opened her eyes, noticing for the first time the room she had taken refuge in. It was small, and filled with old wooden chests and boxes, storing many years worth of old, forgotten object. Sitting on a box directly in front of her, Winter saw a sleek, slender ferret femme, smiling darkly.

The ferret wore two pieces of black fabric on either side of her torso, and lace held the fabric together. The fabric did not meet entirely though, and so the center of her chest and firm belly could be seen. The fabric became firm at the top, with each piece cupping one of her breasts and plumping the orb up. Black panties hid her nether regions, but that was all she wore aside from the strange top. She was gorgeous, in a lewd sort of way.

"Hello, Winter," the girl said dreamily. "I've been waiting for you. Come."

The ferret crooked a finger at Winter, and the kangaroo could not disobey. There was something about the ferret's eyes, two deep purple orbs that seemed to command her obedience. Winter's heart still raced, but it was no longer from fear.

The kangaroo girl stepped slowly over to the ferret, breathing hard. "You don't need that clothing. Away with it."

Winter nodded her head, still unable to break her gaze away from the ferret's eyes. Somewhere deep in her psyche, she knew she was in danger, but she couldn't stop herself. Her paws went to her tunic, and slowly she opened it, sliding it off of her shoulder. Her breasts fell free, full and round on her chest.

The girl started to bend over to push her pants down, but the ferret held up a paw, stopping her. Winter felt the other femme place the paw on her shoulder and turn her around, before she was pulled backwards, sliding up into the ferrets lap.

The pleasure that the ferret began to give the kangaroo was tremendous. Winter moaned hotly, wantonly, as the ferret cupped her breasts, squeezing them once before slender fingers started to tease across her stiffening nipples. She writhed against her captor, closing her eyes as she felt her chest fondled expertly.

"Such a good girl," the ferret whispered, running her nose through Winter's neck fur to inhale her scent. While Winter squirmed in her grasp, the ferret licked over her prey's neck, while she let one of her paws trail down from the 'roo's breasts.

The wandering paw glided over her belly, sharp claws raking through the fur until her paw was at Winter's crotch. She seized the front of the kangaroo's pants and tugged, easily tearing the fabric away, leaving Winter's pussy exposed. Her folds were already wet and puffy, and her aroused scent wafted into the air.

The ferret began to run a finger around Winter's clit, tracing small circles that made the girl moan and roll her hips, the only movement from her otherwise limp body. As the ferret teased her sex and her chest, Winter's needy groans grew louder and louder. Some buried part of her prayed that a passerby would hear her moans and save her, but she knew it was an empty hope. Cries of pleasure were nothing out of the ordinary in the Hall of Combat.

Soon, though, the ferret withdrew her finger from Winter's crotch, and she pulled the 'roo up in her lap more. The ferret reached down below Winter's legs, to grab at the covering of her own sex. As the predatory femme pulled her panties to the side, Winter's eyes drifted down, looking past her own dripping pussy at the other feminine sex below it. Her eyes widened though when she felt a bulge press against the bottom of her sex, and she watched in lustful shock as the ferret's clit actually became erect, growing from a small nub to a full, throbbing cock, precum dripping from the head.

The ferret grabbed the bottom of Winter's thighs and pulled her up just enough that she was hovering above the head of her captor's cock. When the ferret let her back down, impaling her on that strange example of female arousal, Winter moaned out in humiliated passion, feeling the thick, warm member drive deep into her aching pussy. The ferret immediately began to fuck her hard, bouncing the kangaroo girl in her lap, feeling tight, wet folds sliding down her shaft over and over.

The ferret kept licking at Winter's neck while the girl's body responded to the teases and touches and outright penetration being lavished on it. The ferret smiled, feeling Winter start to tense.

"Such a little slut," the ferret cooed softly, licking her lips as she kept the kangaroo riding her dick. "So delicious..."

The ferret opened her mouth wide, exposing two sharp fangs. She bit down into the side of Winter's neck, sinking the pointed incisors into the 'roo girl's flesh. Winter screamed, her eyes rolling back in her head as her body exploded in pleasure, white-hot flashes of delight melting her instantly in the ferret's arms. She vaguely felt something warm and thick being poured into her pussy, but everything else was secondary to the sensations flooding her senses.

After that, there was only darkness.

* * *

"It wasn't like her at all. Reiko can get a little touchy, sure, but she's never that nasty." Suki sighed in exasperation, looking up at Rhane and Daichi. "And I don't even know what she was talking about in the first place."

The three Combatants sat alone in the Meditation Chamber, listening to Suki's story. Both foxes looked concerned, but Rhane wore an expression of anger while Daichi appeared suspicious.

"Khan is up to something. I knew it," Rhane growled, banging her fist down on her seat. "We need to go talk to Reiko and tell her to stay the hell away from Khan. It's obvious that he's after something from her!"

"I don't think so," Daichi said, looking on as he thought. "Something isn't right here. There are a million reasons why Khan might want to pursue Reiko, from something sinister to just wanting to do her. Reiko, though, is sure enough that Khan was arguing with Suki that she's outright accusing her and slamming her door in Suki's face. If it wasn't Suki Khan was talking to, who was it?"

"Who cares?" Rhane said impatiently. "Whoever it was, they were in league with Khan."

"Khan isn't smart enough to HAVE a 'league', Rhane," Suki said with a smirk, shaking her head.

"Right. Khan needs someone to give him orders. That role would logically be filled by Adonis," Daichi replied, nodding to Suki. Rhane grew more irritated.

"Alexandros says that the Gods are keeping an eye on Adonis," The vixen said. "Khan is our responsibility. If he's up to something, or following..."

"Wait one second, Rhane," Daichi interjected, cutting the vixen off. "Khan isn't our responsibility and quite frankly he isn't yours either. We're here to fight for our Houses. Khan is eliminated. He's done. If there's a conspiracy to be had here, the focus should be on Adonis."

Rhane scowled at Daichi, her eyes narrowing. "Get your head out of the clouds, fox," she said, bitterness tainting her voice. "I am fighting for my House, but unlike some, I don't loose the will to fight once I'm out of the arena."

Before Daichi could reply, Rhane stood up and walked out in a huff. The tod fox leaned back in his seat, rubbing his chin.

"She's just angry. Don't take it personally, Daichi," Suki said, patting the fox's knee. "Rhane is just being cautious."

"No, she's being paranoid," Daichi said darkly. "And I think that is going to be her undoing in this Tournament."

* * *

Hitomi had eventually managed to pull herself away from her marathon fuck session with Spectre. She had wandered back to her room in a lusty daze, caked with cum and not caring a bit who stared at her. After a long rest and a long bath, the mouse had risen to prepare for her fight that night. It didn't take her long to realize that the afternoon with Spectre, fun as it was, might have been a mistake.

The mouse was quite sore, but worse than that was the fact that she still felt the effects of the incense in her system. It wasn't bad, but she found that the right touch to her personal favorite spots drew a much sharper response than usual - not the sort of thing one wanted when they were just a few hours from Combat.

Eventually the time for the fight came. Hitomi arrived at the assigned arena, taking time to study it before Ruin arrived. The arena - called the Forgotten Pit - was located deep in the Dungeons, past the now-abandoned slave cages and below the private rooms and public areas. Hitomi had heard that this pit was the former home of Nobu Ra' Chi's pet, the Beast. That thought, combined with the appearance of the arena, gave her chills.

After a walk down a long, spiraling staircase, she passed through two huge wooden doors into a large circular area. The floor was just dirt, and the walls were tall and chipped crudely out of stone. High above a grate could be seen, allowing a view of the pit from above. Hitomi thought of being thrown down here with the Beast, and it wasn't a pleasant image.

As she walked around the arena, feeling it out with her senses, she found the one saving grace to be that there were no boundary markers. It would be a fight to a Carnality.

"It's been awhile since I was down here," said a voice from behind. It was instantly familiar, and Hitomi didn't even bother to turn around.

"Your old Master's work, isn't it?" Hitomi said. Ruin, still standing in the doorway, nodded his head.

"Yes. He housed the Beast down here, and often amused himself by throwing servants to it. Even Selena spent a night here for her failures."

Hitomi smirked and turned to face Ruin. The ninja took a few steps into the arena, and the wooden doors began to close behind him. She slowly took her blindfold off, looking at Ruin with her sightless eyes. Ruin peered back with his own glowing eyes, the rest of his face hidden behind his mask.

"What do you know about the House of Fog?" Hitomi asked, narrowing her eyes. "You called me a Student of Fog. That's not something that anyone outside of the House of Fog should be familiar with."

"I've served as a spy for many years," Ruin said shortly. "I've heard many things."

For some reason, Hitomi wasn't convinced. She waved her paw at him in a summoning motion. "I want the truth. I'll beat it out of you, if I have to."

Behind his mask, Ruin smiled. "You are quite welcome to try."

"Hitomi versus Ruin. Fight!"

No time was wasted between the two Combatants. They leapt at each other, each trying to land a strike through the other's defenses. Though it had been a year since they had last fought, both Hitomi and Ruin remembered the other's tactics and moves, and they reacted accordingly. Ruin stayed clear of Hitomi's lashing blindfold, and Hitomi made sure to keep her senses focused on the ninja at all times.

Hitomi was starting to have a little luck with her blindfold, using the flowing red fabric to keep Ruin's paws busy. In the meantime, she started to work in closer to him, looking to get her paws on his tunic or his pants. She was quite close to reaching out for his clothes when he pulled out a maneuver she had not seen him, or any other fighter, execute before.

Just as the mouse got in close, Ruin suddenly flipped backwards in a sharp summersault. His body bent in an arc, and as his hindpaws whizzed past Hitomi's face, she arched back to avoid the kick. She felt something brush over her belly and chest, but she avoided the blow to her face, and she quickly backed off.

Suddenly Hitomi realized that something was amiss. She felt over her chest...and found that her tunic was hanging in tatters at her sides, her breasts out in the air. She growled, realizing that the strange kick was aimed more at opening her shirt than it was at striking her. She sensed Ruin standing before her, waiting.

Hitomi removed the ragged remains of her top and began to circle Ruin. He circled with her, moving gracefully and quietly, managing to stay just on the edge of Hitomi's senses. She had to focus all of her attention on the canine to keep him from slipping away from her.

The mouse lashed out with her blindfold suddenly. It whipped out at Ruin, and the ninja barely had time to bring his forearm up in defense. The fabric twirled around his wrist and arm a few time, but he quickly grabbed some of it in his paw, holding tight.

Hitomi pulled on the blindfold while Ruin pulled back in a tug-of-war. The mouse gritted her teeth, trying to pull Ruin in while he pulled towards himself. She thought fast, knowing that his pure strength would eventually overwhelm her.

Before an idea could come to Hitomi, she realized that Ruin had moved out of her senses. The mousette started to panic, when she realized that the blindfold was still taught before her, meaning he was still in front of her. So why didn't she sense him?

The realization of why came too late. She heard someone else behind her, and suddenly the blindfold whipped around her body. The mouse spun with it to keep it from wrapping her up, and she came face-to-face with Ruin, now behind her. He had used one of his mist-clones to distract her while he slipped out of her senses, hiding behind her.

Ruin landed a hard knee into Hitomi's stomach, doubling her over. He then grabbed her blindfold and wrapped it around her wrists, binding them together before he pulled her paws down between her thighs.

Bent over at the waist, Hitomi felt Ruin move faster, yanking her pants down around her knees to expose her curved rear. The slap that he then applied to it made her moan, and she felt her body react instantly.

And in that instant, she knew she was in deep trouble. The pleasure she got from that spanking was incredible, far more than any arena should cause. No, she knew that the incense she had inhaled from her previous encounter with Spectre was still in her body. She was worked up more than she should be.

Another slap to her ass brought a tremble through her frame. She leapt forward, rolling head-over-heels to get away from the spanking, but her bound paws kept her from getting to far. In fact, half-way through her roll, Ruin yanked the blindfold and stopped Hitomi short. She landed on her back, knocking the wind out of her for a moment.

Ruin knew something was wrong with the mouse. Her body was reacting far too fast, and the fear he could see on her face was not like the Hitomi he knew, that he had once fought. As much as it grieved him not to get a true fight from her, he knew that this time victory was his goal. The canine made his move, looking to finish the fight before Hitomi had to suffer any further embarrassment.

The ninja sat down on Hitomi's chest facing her hindpaws, using his weight to pin her body down. If he wasn't clothed, it would be a stupid position to be in, but he was safe here. He concentrated, and created two of his mist-clones, letting them seep out of his being and form beside him. They were extensions of his will, delicate replicas that provided him with MUCH tactical advantage. One clone moved around to pin down Hitomi's paws, and the other moved to pin her legs down, though with her thighs spread.

Hitomi whimpered and moaned as the real Ruin bent forward, rubbing her pussy and her clit with his fingers. He massaged her sex and teased her petals quickly and carefully, working her until she was dripping wet and her nipples poked achingly out of her fur. The sensations, amplified by the arena and the incense still in her, were incredible. Each touch of the male's fingers against her privates felt like a miniature orgasm. Her hips bucked and rolled, and the mouse started to pant. Her body had already given in. Loss no matter was a thought for her, only this pleasure.

Ruin watched Hitomi's body dance under his fingers. She was quite a hot little mouse, and it grieved him that the fight couldn't have been longer, so he could have seduced her more. He felt her body stiffen under him and she cried out, her smaller frame locked on the edge of her climax. It was time.

Ruin stood up, and his two clones vanished into clouds of vapor. He looked down at the mouse writhing, wide-eyed, on the ground, and he focused all of his power on her. Slowly, Ruin began to turn to a thin mist, a mist that hung in the air until he was totally gone. Then, that mist lowered over Hitomi's face, and quickly vanished into her nostrils and her mouth.

Hitomi felt something change inside her. It was if she had now taken a backseat to her own existence. Something else, someone else was controlling her now, making her paws move up and down her naked body, stroking her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She moaned out louder and harder, feeling her paws brush down her trembling belly on their way to her hips. Her fingers began to stroke and slide over her labia and her clit, spreading her folds with one paw while the other circled her nub. It wasn't the way she would masturbate, but it was delightful all the same.

The mouse could only feel and experience her body's betrayal, and it was delicious. Without having to think about what she was doing, she was free to revel in the pleasure. Her legs spread wider and her hips rolled, wantonly giving herself to her paws. When her climax hit her, it was mind-blowing, and the scream of pleasure that she let out echoed through the arena and up through the Dungeon.

Hitomi's body bucked and shook hard in orgasm as mist began to seep out of her nose and open mouth. Slowly, Ruin re-appeared beside her, watching his victim writhe in need.

"Carnality. Ruin wins."

The voice, and the announcement of his victory, were barely registered by the canine. He waited until Hitomi was done shaking from her orgasm, until she was laying there limply, panting hard. He then bent down and scooped her up in his arms, cradling her body against his as he carried her out.

"You fought well, Hitomi," he whispered into one of her large ears. "There is no shame in your loss."

Ruin carried Hitomi out of the arena, quietly promising her a private rematch once she was herself again.

* * *

Khan sat in Adonis' chambers, relaxing comfortable while a sexy little husky female sucked eagerly on his hard cock. As she bobbed her head on his shaft and fondled his balls, the tiger kept one ear perked in the direction of Adonis, who was lurking quietly by the window.

The dragon was having a whispered conversation with an unseen, and unheard, party. Khan listened intently.

"Good," Adonis said. "And the fight? Excellent. She will do nicely. All else is prepared? Good, good. You know what to do next."

As Adonis finished the meeting, Khan quickly made as if his attention was and had been entirely on the female in his lap. As the husky looked up at him with a sly grin, her lips working around his tip, the tiger grinned back and ruffled her ears.

She thought the smile meant that she was giving him the best blow job he had ever had. In reality, the tiger was thinking of the glory that he was soon to share in. He scratched the husky's ears and moaned, leaning back to indulge in the thoughts.

~ END ~

Story (c) 2006 F.J. Emerson.

Carnal Combat and Carnalities are (c) 2006 F.J. Emerson, unless Ed Boon or Midway call up and yell at me.

All characters are created and owned by F.J. Emerson.

Special Thanks: Setta Flamowitz (for creative input), Christin (for support), and everyone else who has been consistently reading this drivel!