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Conning the Arena

Chapter 9

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By Draconicon

The wounded, damaged bear was taken by security back to the medical wing of the facility. The Dark Ring was certainly well-equipped, Olag had come to realize; not only did it employ hundreds of security guards armored to the gills, but the medical facilities continued to surprise him. Though they employed regular medical personnel rather than drones - there were limits, it seemed, to the dexterity of machines - they were equipped with gear that started treating his wounds immediately.

No painkillers, though. He imagined that was a vindictive little order from Malfust to try and push his buttons.

"Heh, enjoying pulling stuff out of me?" he asked the cow that was slowly extracting pieces of shrapnel from his chest with a magnet. "Mmmph...usually feels a lot better when I'm the one putting it into someone else."

She didn't say anything, though she blushed over the top of her surgical mask. The others around him, wolf bitches and a bull that seemed to be an orderly for carrying around the tools, didn't meet his eye...but they were willing enough to look further down.

He'd been hard as a rock since leaving the arena, and that hadn't wavered, even under the pain of pulling metal chunks out of his flesh. He just laid there, dick throbbing up and down, letting everyone get a good look at it while they worked on getting him back in shape.

"So, what about you?" he said, turning to one of the wolf females. "Care to examine that? Check the blood flow?"

"It's...healthy, sir."

"Yeah, but can ya tell without touching it?"

"Leave it alone, subject," the bull said.

Olag chuckled, winking at the larger cow. Oh, there were things that he might have done if he had the energy, but as much as he didn't want to admit it, there were some after-effects of that fight. He wasn't in that much pain - well, no, that was a lie, but it didn't bother him as much as it would have others - but he was feeling the loss of energy.

Not from the loss of blood, admittedly, but from holding the thing inside him back.

That icy presence was pissed that they had taken that much damage, that they had just held back for that long. It wanted to wreak havoc, to let loose and take down as much of the facility as possible. The power of that thing could do a lot of damage before it was brought down, but Olag knew from bitter experience that it was far from invincible.

Better to heal this way.

Better to keep one last thing from Malfust.

Better to have one little secret in his back pocket.

The other nurses followed the magnetic extractor with little beam-wands, and whatever was coming out of them healed the holes in his chest and face almost instantly. He imagined that was something else Bradford had pushed; couldn't have his Meat looking like it had gone through the grinder, after all.

Even the cuts along his arms and legs, broad and long and sometimes reaching all the way down to the muscles below, were patched up. He wasn't 100%, by any means, but he was a good bit closer to it than he had any right to be.

They were just starting to pack up - and he was just getting ready to flirt a little more - when the door slammed open. All eyes whipped around to the enraged peacock that stepped inside, and he snapped his beak.

"Out. Now."

The nurses followed his orders, and the scientist walked up to the exam table. He glared down at the bear.

"You...You're hiding more than just...that."

"Heh, ya know, I think ya said that before."

"Shut up."

The peacock grabbed him by the testicles, all but kneading them out in that moment. Olag felt it, but didn't show much of it on his face. Maybe it was just the healing stuff still running through his system.

"I know your kind. You're so cocky, so...so stupidly arrogant."

"Earned it."

"You haven't earned it. Someone gave it to you. I don't know how, I don't know how it's slipped our scans, but there's something in you."

"Heh, then scan me now."

"Oh, you...I would, but your 'benefactor' has decided that you are to remain untouched. I am only allowed to 'alter' you if you end up losing a match."

"Better not lose then, eh?"

"But he said nothing about me not examining you while you're being healed."

That was...less good. He had taken those hits to prove a point to Bradford during the match, but he knew for a fact that he'd need to keep putting on a good show if he wanted to keep getting the Golden Retriever's help. And he needed it for any chance of the four of them getting out of the Ring without making it a big fight, and a fight that they might not win, at that.

"Yeah?" he said.

"Oh, yes. And I know what's coming up for you."

"No more fucking with the roster, remember?"

"No. It's no additional 'fucking' with the roster, as you so eloquently put it, you brute. And that means that I know what's coming next."

"..."

"That's right. I know what will be coming for you. And when it arrives...I know I'll see you here again. Sooner or later, you'll be in this medical facility again, and then I'll have the chance to see just what you're hiding from me."

That...was a problem. And it was one that he didn't see a clear way out of.

As Malfust ranted on about how he was going to uncover whatever secrets the bear had, Olag was focusing on keeping the thing inside from reacting. The last thing he needed was for the cold to start affecting the exam table, or to start dropping his body temperature, or one of the endless list of other things that it might do while he wasn't paying attention. So far, Malfust just knew that there was something, not what the something was.

He's got evidence from the other stuff, from other fights, but as long as I don't do anything stupid...

As long as he didn't do anything stupid. Well, that ship had sailed, and then some.

"You done yapping?" he asked when the diatribe showed no signs of stopping.

"...Did you just -"

"I ain't much for speeches. Ya done? Cause I am."

"...Yes. It seems you are...healed. And as 'healthy' as ever."

The peacock flicked his cock, the impact sending a slight jolt of discomfort through him, but no more than usual. Malfust tapped a button on the exam table, releasing the various restraints that had been kept in place while he was being healed for the safety of the doctors and nurses. However, the peacock did not step back. Instead, he leaned forward, his fingers resting on the bear's pecs.

"Mark me. I will find out what you are."

"Ya wouldn't be the first."

"But I will be the last. Whatever you are...I will find it. And I will use it."

Fat chance of copying this fucker...

But it would make it easier to counter him, and that was why he was keeping it back. Malfust finally stepped away, the peacock's tail folded up behind him as he stalked out of the room with his signature clicking step. Olag threw his leg over the side of the exam table, shaking his head.

Well, that guy's gonna complicate things...

But at least everything else was going according to plan. What plan they had, anyway.

#

Olag was escorted back to the barracks with no further ado, and he was surprised that there was no interest in him when he walked in. Then again, considering that there was another fight going, all eyes were going to be on the board, anyway.

He glanced up at the screens. It was Verk fighting for a change, and he cocked his head to the side as he watched the rat fight. Not a great deal of modifications on display, but the little rodent was definitely quick. Dodging, moving left, right, guessing - or perhaps more than guessing - where the blows were coming from, but not yet striking back against the blue cat that he was fighting.

Waiting, or what?

"He's going to win, right?"

Olag looked down. He'd just barely caught Pirn's voice, but it was easier to see the giraffe than it was to hear him. He spotted the long-necked member of their little conspiracy, and right beside him was Shelly. The brown-furred mouse shook her head with a sigh.

"Look, I told him what to look out for. If he listened, he'll win. If not -"

"He's gotta win. He's gotta win."

"Then you better hope he was paying attention."

Looking back at the screen, Olag imagined that the rat had been doing just that. While he would have been fighting the darting, zippy cat in a different way - hell, he'd probably have tanked a few gut punches to get a grip on the cat's throat - the rat was obviously up to something. Those little charged blows from those metallic-looking fingers weren't landing, and the way that Verk dodged, he was clearly leading up to something. Or leading the cat to keep chasing him as he fell back, darted in, and fell back again.

Regardless, it was better than he'd credited the miniature rodent with being able to do, so he wasn't going to give the little guy any shit. Not from this distance, at the very least.

He joined the crowd without a word, coming to a stop behind Pirn and Shelly as he watched the show. The fight was getting more and more intense, with the blue cat leaping in and attacking faster, punching harder for the rat's head. Verk was keeping up, but only just, throwing himself into a roll from time to time.

"Tiring him out?" Olag asked.

Shelly winced, while Pirn jumped. Olag chuckled.

"Just guessing. Looks like the little shit's getting a lot of juice through his arms, there; can't be good long-term."

"Last I saw, it wasn't," the mouse said, shaking her head. "It's a prototype system."

"Hits fucking hard and paralyzes if ya get the right spot, but ya need a hell of a lot of pain tolerance to use it in the first place."

"More or less."

"...Smart rat."

"Smarter than some," Pirn said.

The crowd of naked fighters were very studiously not looking at them. There was a definite difference between his people in the arena and everyone else in the barracks. He imagined that his protection spread over Pirn and Verk now, too, and he wondered if he should show that by fucking them at some point.

They'd offered, after all.

He put that to one side. The fight was definitely starting to wind down, and he understood why Verk hadn't thrown a punch just yet. Not just to keep the fight going on a more one-sided fashion - keeping the other guy tired out, making him look that much more pathetic and ill-modified - but also avoiding getting a shock by accident. If those punches were channeling some powerful shocks through the cat's arms, then there was a chance that hitting them, or anywhere else, could send a shock back by accident.

No blows, no shocks, no pain.

All Verk had to do was wait until the other man's energy and pain tolerance ran out, and then he could start making a comeback.

"He's got it," Olag said.

"You sure?" Pirn muttered.

"Either take my word for it, or keep worrying. Ain't much matter to me."

"We all get out. That was the promise. We all get out."

"Ain't much I can do about it once he's in the damn arena. And besides, ya got what I promised so far."

"...He's...on our side?"

"Much as anyone fucking is. Shelly?"

"...Yes. Coming."

The mouse walked with him as they stepped away from the audience enamored of the fight. With what he was seeing, better not to disturb the bunch of them. They had a lot more that they could talk about...and she owed him some pleasure after all the bullshit that he had been through. And he had warned her about the fact that more would be coming after the match.

And before I gotta deal with Mr. Rich Guy, again.

Just thinking about that made him taste cum in his mouth again. He wanted to spit it out, but there was nothing there.

Once they were on the other side of the room, he turned his attention to the mouse properly. She had her arms folded under her breasts, looking down and away.

"Ya still pissed with me?"

"I still..." she sighed. "I don't understand this."

"Pretty simple, far as I can see. I keep ya safe, ya give me info, we take you with us when we leave."

"And you think that you can just..."

"Ain't got anything better to hope for."

Well, there was the possibility that his boss could bust down to find him, but that was a bit unlikely at the moment. And Olag didn't want to have the embarrassment of having to call him down on this little gathering. It would be held over him for the rest of his life, the other lieutenants of the boss would remember, and...

Well, suffice to say, it'd be a clusterfuck. And besides, it'd be obvious, and they were trying not to be obvious.

He leaned back against the wall while Shelly looked back at the screen. Olag looked down at his hand.

"Ya know, it's not gonna be that bad."

"Uh-huh."

"Got the rich guy to keep Malfust from fucking with the line-up anymore."

"How's that going to help?"

"It'll keep it from getting worse. He only knows about me. Doesn't know that you're helping me yet."

"..."

"And that means ya aren't going into hell. Pirn, Verk, and even you ain't going to be fighting the shit-heels that I'm going to be dealing with. So, why don't ya pull yer head out of yer ass, and stop moping?"

"Moping? What the hell do you know about moping? At least this is easy for you. You think that this is easy for the rest of us?"

Olag rolled his head back, looking up at the ceiling. He was familiar with this kind of rant. Oh, how everything was so easy for him. Oh, he could do this, he could do that, but not everyone could do that. Nobody else had the same sort of stamina, nobody else had the same sort of strength, nobody else could be expected to do the same thing.

He groaned as the familiar diatribe started. Even started the same way, how Shelly didn't know how he got this way, but she -

He grabbed her by the muzzle, shutting her up with one hand over the top and bottom halves of her mouth. She grunted in shock, and he tilted her head back to look him in the eye as he brought his head back down.

"I ain't asking ya to do what I do. I'm the only one here that can do that. I get that. I'm asking ya to stop fucking around and do what ya can."

"..."

"We got a chance. Pirn gets it. Verk gets it. I don't know what's going through your head, but all this pissing and moaning when you're getting a damn good deal is getting on my nerves. When we're out, we're out. Deal's off, ya don't gotta fuck me anymore, and I ain't making ya fuck Verk or Pirn, either. Only reason we even got this going is because ya started it. Got it?"

"..."

"Now, I'm gonna let go of yer mouth. If ya got something else to say, then make it good. Ya understand?"

She nodded.

"Okay."

He let go, and she didn't immediately start grumbling about her situation again. Positive step forward, in his opinion. Shelly looked back at the video monitor, then sighed, shaking her head as she leaned against the wall with him. Unlike the bear, she slid down slowly, eventually squatting on the balls of her feet as she looked down at the ground.

"I didn't want to be here."

"Pretty sure most of the guys here'd say the same," Olag muttered.

"I was lied to."

"So were they."

"Yeah, well, they weren't at risk of being raped."

"What do ya think happened when they lost?"

"..."

"Ya ain't that different, Shelly. Maybe ya came here weaker than the rest of 'em, maybe ya are a natural target, but that doesn't mean that the rest of 'em weren't the same for each other. Down here, having a pussy ain't gonna make ya better or worse off. Sure, it'll make ya more of a target, but ya keep thinking about it being 'not fair' is gonna keep making it 'not fair.'"

"Hmmph. This isn't some 'mind over matter' situation, you know."

"Nah, it ain't. But the more ya tell yerself that it ain't fair, that everyone else's got it easier, the more ya tell yerself that it ain't gonna get better. And then, it ain't. Not unless someone else makes it better for ya.

"I mean, hell, look at this. Ya got the chance to break out with us, and all ya can do is complain about how it ain't fair. What the hell are ya doing that for? Ya got the chance to win, to be free of all this shit, and all yer doing is yapping about how it ain't fair that I'm gonna fuck ya on the way out."

Shelly narrowed her eyes, but she didn't say anything. Olag shrugged, looking back at the audience around the monitor.

Looked like Verk was on the verge of winning, too. The rat was on the offensive, and the cat wasn't doing anything to block his blows. Probably was too tired, right on the verge of short-circuiting or something.

That'll get Verk into the next round, probably put up against someone a little weaker to make that electro-machine look better. More people it beats, the more that it can sell later on.

Which meant that Verk was probably going to be set against at least one more opponent. No telling who Pirn was going to be fighting later, but he imagined that they'd get some info on the guy. And...

Shit.

Fuck.

If I get sent back to medical again...

That'd be where they kept all the fucking records, wouldn't it? Where all the shit was that the other fighters were modded with?

But going back there...

Olag slapped his hand over his face, grumbling under his breath. Shelly cocked an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Had a really stupid idea."

"Then don't do it."

"Might have to, but...fuck, fuck. Just...fucking forget about that for now."

"Anything you thought of is probably better forgotten, I'll give you that."

"Look, just...shut up."

He wasn't in the mood for this. He just wanted to forget about the shit that was going on out there for a while. He was good at fighting, loved getting into it and bloodying his fists and breaking bodies. But getting into the headset for wargames was a completely different thing, and mind-games like the one he was trying to play with Bradford was something else again. It drained him, made him feel stupid, and he didn't need that right now. He needed...

He needed something that was simple.

Something fun.

Something hot.

"Remember what I promised after that match?" Olag said.

"I was hoping you'd forget."

"Ya enjoyed it last time."

"I had time to think, since."

"Well, ya don't need any more time. Bend over and spread your cheeks."

"What, no more pleasantries?"

"Shut up and bend over."

The mouse did as she was told, though there was a hint more willingness this time. He knew that she'd been less afraid after he'd rescued her the second time, though there was some part of him that had expected her to be more afraid.

Probably because of how near-deadly that had been. He shook his head as she got to all fours, her chest against the ground as she reached back with both hands, spreading her ass cheeks. Her pucker pushed out slightly, still stretched from his tonguing back there the last time, and he licked his lips. Her pussy flexed, too, dripping, and he ran his hand up her thigh, teasing the twitching muscles that led up to her half-ready sex.

She hissed as soon as he touched her pussy, and he chuckled, shaking his head.

"Hey, ain't my fault that yer body is more ready than yer brain."

"Just...mmph..."

She didn't even hurry him along. He knew that she remembered the same thing as him: the last time that they were together, he'd made her cum, hard. Sure, she'd been walking funny after, but she'd cum, and cum hard from his treatment, and he'd barely used more than his fingers in her ass that time.

This time, he planned to go all the way.

He leaned in, dragging his tongue up from her clit to her pussy, and from her pussy to her ass. She hissed again, the mouse squeaking beneath him as he worked his tongue back and forth over her rim, and he savored the little musky-bitter taste that remained back there. Clean freak or not, she was still going to have a little taste around her ass. He chuckled as he worked his tongue over her pucker, knowing just the place to get a few licks in to get it to start relaxing, to make it open up a bit further.

Lick.

Lap.

He pushed his muzzle right between her cheeks, sealing his lips around her hole and sucked. She gasped almost instantly, and he kept licking over her rim, feeling it getting puffier and puffier from the pressure that he put on it. He could feel it pushing out slightly, her muscles trying to clench against it, but he wasn't going to stop it.

"Mmmph, that feels so we-EIRD!"

Her voice jumped as he jammed his tongue past her hole, shoving it deep as he kept sucking on her hole. His lips formed a perfect seal around it, and he could feel it happening. Her hole was slowly rising up, raising, becoming more like a puffy donut of a thing. He smiled as he worked his tongue in deeper, fucking her around the slowly-puffing flesh, making sure to get it in far enough that she couldn't ignore all the stimulation.

It didn't take long for him to smell her juices getting more and more potent, dripping down her thighs, and her toes curled, gripping at his chest hair as he leaned over her. She was trying not to push back, but her fingers were twitching, losing their grip on her cheeks as she kept fighting to keep them spread. Her little squeaks were getting louder, too, more and more insistent even as she kept from saying anything.

On top as he was, he could make out the rest of the audience slowly looking back at them. Every time that he looked one of them in the eye directly, they looked away, but the sight of Shelly on her knees, getting her ass eaten out by the biggest fighter in the room was definitely getting some attention.

Yeah, you just watch. Watch her enjoy it. Watch and wonder what it'd be like if I got my hands on you, next...

With his tongue so deep inside of her, he could feel her body tensing up already. She was right on the edge of orgasm, probably. The smell in the air was that of a wanton woman, someone that was going to lose it one way or another. He growled against her hole, and she panted, gasping, her head lifting up.

"W-wait, I'm going - I'm going to -"

SMACK!

He spanked her, and she tensed up.

He felt the squeeze.

She gasped again.

And then...she came.

"AHHHH!"

It was just as much of a spectacle as he had been hoping. He grinned as her juices sprayed just under his chin, hitting the ground and spreading out in a puddle. Her back arched, her legs quivered, and her toes curled tight.

"Heh...and that's...how ya do it," he muttered as he pulled his tongue out of her, pulling back to look at his handiwork.

Her asshole was soaked with spit, and it shined. The rim had been puffed up with the constant suction and the pressure of his tongue inside of her. While it didn't quite look equine, it had that sort of donut-y appearance that just drew the cock in, begging for someone to just stuff it full.

And more to the point, Shelly was clearly still in the midst of orgasmic aftershocks, slumping forward more than before, her legs shaking and her tail twitching. There was no better time to take his payment for her protection than now.

He shuffled forward, his cock already hard. The large, dark flesh of his shaft rubbed between her legs for a moment before getting dragged up between her cheeks. There was no protest, only the little whimpers and moans of someone that was so far gone that they didn't entirely realize what was going to happen next. Her catatonic state was just as much a compliment for his tongue-work as the puddle he was kneeling in.

Alright, ya little slut. No more complaining outta you. After tonight, ain't gonna be anyone else that can compare.

She didn't respond as he touched the head of his cock to her ass, but she did start arching her back almost immediately. He pushed forward, she pushed back -

"Ah!"

Shelly moaned for him as soon as the tip popped past her rim. That, finally, pulled all eyes to the pair of them. Even Pirn looked at them with unabashed arousal, and most of the others were trying to ignore their own need between their legs. Cocks aplenty were up at the show of seeing Shelly being broken in by the bear's thick, dark cock, and he was more than happy for the audience that he had.

He slid forward, taking his time as he watched her hole all but gobble him up, feeling that puffy pucker swallowing the head of his cock as he just...plunged in. The mouse gasped again, going limp and -

Yes, there it was. As he looked down at her face, he could see that eyes-rolled-back, mouth-wide-open, drooling face that always meant that someone had been completely fucked silly. Olag smirked, pulling her back, back, back until he was fully sheathed inside of her. With the last of his saliva inside drooling out around his cock, he looked around at the other fighters, some of which were looking like they might pull something stupid.

He grabbed the nearest one by the balls, pulling down right to the point where the skin started stretching to a painful level. The aardvark that was so unlucky stopped in his tracks, eyes wide and his mouth clenched tight.

"Let's get something straight, fuckers," he said. "One last time...this one? Is mine. That one?" He pointed to Pirn. "That one's mine, too."

"Hey," the giraffe muttered.

"Ya touch her, ya touch him, or ya touch that rat that was just fighting without my permission? I put this...in you."

They stared with more than a little shock at him as he pulled out slowly, taking the time to make sure that they heard the wet squelch of his cock slowly pulling free of Shelly's ass. Her hole squeezed around him, sucking against his cock the whole way back, and she moaned out loud. Probably didn't even realize how many people were watching her anymore, too focused on the feeling of the fat dick in her ass.

Just like she should be.

And then...

In.

She wheezed as he slammed back in, her breath punched right back out of her body from the sudden impact, and her juices flowed again, dampening his balls as soon as he was back inside. She was completely gone from the world, too focused on what was happening to her from behind.

Heh...you're going to be embarrassed as hell about this. But hey, maybe you'll stop complaining when you know you're gonna get this.

He found his rhythm, slowly thrusting in and out, in and out. It didn't take long before the mouse was thrusting back against him, grinding her pussy against his balls, her ass against his cock, always trying to get that little bit more than she already had. All the way in, then pulling forward, only to clap her ass back against him again.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

By the time that security came back with Verk from the fight, the rat clearly tired but triumphant, Olag had found his rhythm, and while the rest of the barracks was too terrified to come within arm's reach of him, they were more than willing to enjoy the show. The hands pumping cocks and the occasional fingers finding a hole of one sort or another were all busy, and the mouse was shivering from her fourth orgasm.

Olag, of course, still hadn't cum once. He looked over his shoulder at Verk, gave the rat a nod of approval, and waved him over. Not for use, of course, but to talk while he took his pleasure from Shelly.

Things were slowly looking up.

The End

Summary: Olag comes out of the fight victorious, but with new things to worry about.

Tags: M/F, M/solo, Exam, Flirt, Anal, Rimming, Domination, Size Difference, Olag, Polar Bear, Series, Embarrassment, Orgasm, Squirting, Tongue Fucking, Mouse, Various Species,