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Spotted Balls and Magical Runes I

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Inside the Drunken Rat, a local tavern, the male cheetah ordered specifically milk, in a beaten wooden cup. Those were the instructions his informant gave him, supposedly some kind of "code" those criminals made up for wannabe participants

Ha'Gast received his mug with a small note sneakily put beneath it by the opossum waitress, a note that specified the path he would need to take to find the secretive group of bandits.

An illegal fight club became known by Gallaran's authorities, the capital city's leaders demanding its guards to put it down. How dare a bunch of nobodies organize a fight club and expect not to pay taxes, huh?

Was Ha'Gast a guard? No. But he was the tool right for the job, according to a friend of his, who also was the captain picked to take care of the problem.

At least he was going to be highly compensated for the job, obviously. Liking it or not, some jobs demanded solo operations, and he was very good at it.

Getting out of the big city, the adventurer went by the north road for half an hour, until he turned left when he saw that little tower of balanced stones. He was sure those were the ones, yet just for good measure he double checked his little note.

Yep, that was it. The "peculiar stones in equilibrium"... Yeah.

Until now Ha'Gast walked through a plain underused road out of Gallaran, lacking enough "life" to be called a proper forest. The trees were sparse, and only insects and small groups of birds could be seen, as the proximity to civilization pushed the heavy fauna away from the city.

Now taking the hidden path the peculiar rocks lead to, Ha'Gast pushed forth through the grove as the night approached. The cheetah reached into his backpack for a torch, for cheetahs, unsimilar to their other feline comrades, did not see well in the dark.

Eventually, the wandering feline faced the supposed meeting point. Just uphill from where he stood there was an old mine, the forgotten installations that surrounded it were pretty much unusable, holed rooftops, no doors, or just completely destroyed.

Besides the mysterious look of it, it was well known that the mine just got its veins empty and no miner had any more interest in it, so it was no surprise that being abandoned, the place had not any maintenance, and it was now trashed. It did not, anyway, look like a place to strove carelessly around, since it was fairly common that bandits would use abandoned installations as their hiding place, and that probably was the case here, considering how Ha'Gast came to find it.

That obviously did not stop the adventurer, who was well aware of his abilities, and the lack of them on regular bandits.

Ha'Gast continued forward, his torch held high up. Just uphill, not so far from where he was, at the entrance of the mine, there was another light source, which denounced that the place was really not abandoned as suspected.

When the cheetah was high enough along the path to see the entrance, he also noted the standing figure by the side of it. It looked ominous, yet it didn't move a muscle. Ha'Gast was not trying to be sneaky at all, so at least he guessed that he was already spotted by whoever was there.

Approaching calmly, he got closer and closer to the figure, which he soon discovered it to be a fox guy, a little smaller than Ha'Gast, standing 5'4" as the feline stood 5'6". It had a shortsword sheathed by his waist, his snout seemed a little off-center by the tip, as if it had been broken in the past.

He wore simple leather armor, with bits of other animals' fur showing under it here and there to keep him warm while they were so close from the north, and his fluffy, thick fox tail swung slowly from side to side. Apart from all that, the characteristic that more drew attention from the feline was that the assumed watch guard was... asleep.

Ha'Gast approached his own hand to his mouth, closing it to a first, and did a loud fake cough to try to wake up the failed watchman.

The fox suddenly spoke - "don't worry, babe... It's normal to choke when you still don't have the practice for it..." - The guard murmured, in a very dragged rhythm while he did not wake up, and seemed to be in a... Very nice dream, considering what the feline's eyes caught when he gazed a bit downwards. The cheetah grit his teeth at the sight, briefly shocked by the state of the literal only guard they had protecting the mind's entrance.

Sarcastically, the cheetah murmured to himself - "That's some stamina for a watchguard..." - and his eyebrows lifted when he perceived the volume in the fox's trousers twitching slightly after he said that.

That did rekindle Ha'Gast's memories from yesterday at the Lame Capybara, with Reyla, the red dragoness. She's the bouncer at the tavern, very skilled with the sword, and a good, colorful friend to Ha'Gast. Reyla is stronger and taller than the feline, just the way they both like it. Yesterday, tho, things got a little out of hand, or actually, too "on the hands'' when, while Reyla bounced on Ha'Gast's lap, she got a little-too-firm grip on his balls at the moment of her climax, as she usually enjoys doing, but forgot to manage her strength this time. Ha'Gast is still aching a bit. Even if he seemed to strangely enjoy it a bit, pain is still pain when you're doing a job.

He shivered, trying to wash away those warm memories, he was not about to display a boner before his work even started.

Instead of waking up the sweet dreamer, Ha'Gast passed by him silently towards the door. Even if the plan here wasn't about sneaking in without anyone noticing, and perhaps the complete contrary of it, to enter here, get to know the head of this organization and then report them to the authorities, he really did not like when it occurred that someone wakes him up during wet dreams, so he decided to leave the fox to enjoy his.

He didn't have use for his torch once he was inside the mine, as it was well-lighted with torches on the walls along the first corridor. A spectral, vaguely opaque and light blue arm sprouted from the cheetah's back and held the flaming tip of the torch, snuffing out the fire.

"I frankly have no idea on how I'd put out a torch without these." - the feline said it to himself, as his spectral member put the torch back into his backpack.

It took a lot of training through his youth to learn to manifest that energy, he was no sorcerer, after all. His ki was a tool with plenty of uses, and his mastery on that made him the warrior he is today.

Pacing forward and going down through a descent into the earth, the cheetah did not take long to find another beastkin, this one visibly awake.

It was a catgirl, orange fur, wearing a steel half-plate armor, her entire torso was covered by metal, as her hands and ankles were too, her arms and legs had what seemed to be a thick cloth and her head was naked, showing her ginger strips of fur on the forehead and her light green eyes. Putting her right hand around the grip of her sheathed longsword, she spoke, perceiving the cheetah - "And who are you walking around here all alone, my friend?" - she eyed him suspiciously, with a calm voice and a tilt of her ears towards him.

"Good evening, my lady, my name is Ha'Gast" - Ha'Gast rose both his hands to the height of his waist, trying a gesture to calm her down - "See, I'm here to participate in your fight club, and that fox guy out there was sleeping so I didn't want to wake him up, you know?" - As much as he spoke half-truths, the cat didn't seem to suspect his words, easing her hand and resting it on her hip.

She then sighed hearing about their watch guard, but the disappointment on her face briefly vanished as she shook her head trying to ignore that, and continued with a sudden interested smile.

"Well let me explain how this gonna work then." - She cleared her throat, getting ready to speak a whole paragraph - "We have the lads that are fighters and the lads that bet on the others' victories, obviously. Normally after each victory the winner may wish to keep fighting or not, considering his injuries and the opponent ahead. Since you're very late, my friend, I imagine that you'd have no choice of opponent rather than the one that very rarely anyone dares to fight, and that's our champion."

Ha'Gast smirked, crossing his hands behind his back, speaking smoothly and keeping a good posture - "I assure you there's no man I'm afraid to fight around here."

"Ha! So you DON'T know her?!" - the girl smirked even more than the feline - "That's gonna be way more fun than I was already expecting, my friend. Don't worry, I'm not saying that you'll lose or anything, it's just that it's way more enjoyable to watch... Let's say... opponents that are not familiar with the other's tactics."

The smirking mouth on his face slowly transformed into puzzled eyes, curiosity with a small tint of apprehension igniting inside the cheetah. - "O...k... Anyway, I-"

Ha'Gast was cut mid-sentence by the high-pitched voice of the smaller beastkin, who seemed progressively more excited through their conversation - "Actually!" - she eyed him from his toes to his forehead, investigating him.

Ha'Gast did not wear any type of proper shoes, having only wrapped bands around his paws and ankles, bands which seemed to lock close his very loose trousers, shut in the same way on his waist by very tight, larger bands. He wore no shirt, but had a considerable amount of bracelets on his biceps and wrists.

The cheetah was very fit in muscles, somewhat beefy, but still somewhat lean. Probably the feline would not be incredibly strong, but amazingly athletic for sure. His black cheetah dots covered almost everything besides his front torso, climbing up to his head. His round ears had a few earrings, and his long, dreadlock-like and full brown hair displayed an accumulation of colorful little trinkets, as feathers, rings, ribbons and so on, not enough to make it look like he had more trinkets than hair, but an alluring amount anyways.

"I liked you...r hair, my friend, so instead of just throwing you to the arena against the champion, I could give you a particular opponent so you can withdraw after winning and be safe! That way I'd kill two rabbits with only one swing!" - the orange cat crossed her arms convinced that she was a genius.

"I think I'd really just fight the champion and be done with it, get my money and-" - the cheetah stopped talking, being interrupted once again.

"Shush! We are the staff of the fight club and you're only a fighter, so you'll do as I say, my... " - she leaned her torso forward - "late coming friend" - and smiled.

Ha'Gast already had passed through other "heated" catgirls in the past, but this one's smell and attitude seemed a bit more intense. Not that it was bad, but he was not planning to have that kind of thought right before an imminent fight, even more during a job.

"I see where you're going, my lady. But I plea for you to not fear for me. I can take on any challenger around here I'm sure." - The catgirl seemed a bit disappointed that the male wasn't showing any sign of reciprocity, losing a bit of that smirk, but clearly not giving up.

"You seem like you're one of those guys that try to look very focused and all so I'll be saving my breath for later, if you manage to be of some use after the fights of course, hehe." - she chuckled, approaching. - "Last thing before I send you to the others, we have a 'no armor' policy for fairness matters, and you seem like you're not wearing any but it's always best to check!"

After that, the heated puss drove her open hand between the cheetah's legs, not-so-gently finding his spotted cheetah-makers. It was now clear that not only he wore no cup, but that he had a healthy pair of now-aching nuts hanging in there, as she used her fingers to "inspect" the fighter.

Ha'Gast was a tough guy when it was about taking low blows. His martial training matured him the ability to withstand the pain of any attack he may receive, especially the painful ones. It was more about taking deep breaths to soothe the sensation and to stay on guard after it, but the pain itself was irremediable. - "guh-..." - the cheetah got on the tip of his toes, instinctively trying to get away from what was hurting his bits, but stayed in place - "Ma'am... You could've just asked me to drop my... Ugh... Nevermind."

The cat let the stinging marbles free from her grip of check-up, bringing her eyes from all the way down his crotch to his face again, biting her lips, thirsty. - "Name's Agatha, by the way. Not that you couldn't just ask about the 'hot orange cat lady' around but still. And if you don't look for me, I'll hunt you, handsome"

Ha'Gast could never understand if he was that irresistible or if heated cats were all like that. Just like Agatha, they all did these passive-aggressive jokes about what would happen if he didn't look out for them but, well, the male never turned down an easy hookup, even if he always tried to behave all classy and respectful, he still had his needs, too.

But that would be for later. After that odd checking-up, Ha'Gast was conducted by Agatha through the dirty corridors inside the mine, which were all standing in place by an obnoxiously thin and old wood and rope structure, that didn't look like it had received much attention from the locals since the mine was once abandoned. The not-so-great lighting the torches from the walls brought was just sufficient for it not to be too dark, but it didn't save Ha'Gast from tripping here and there on small rocks and fallen planks from the old structure.

The faraway disturbed sound got clearer and clearer, being easily figured out to be the cheers and boos from a crowd of gamblers.

"Here, my friend. Through this door you'll find an easy path to the arena. Feel free to grab any weapon scattered around the path, since you don't have any... You were informed that people fight with weapons here, right?"

Ha'Gast shrugs, evidently unarmed as he was - "I am in no need of weapons, my lady" - he smirks, convinced of his capabilities

"Well, if you say so..." - Agatha mirrored him, shrugging as well, although she didn't seem to have the same confidence he had to himself. Right after, she opened the door - "Remember, look for me~" - Agatha tried to tease one last time before Ha'Gast passed the door.

Sigh...

Now all alone, Ha'Gast's beautifully straight back turned hump. His martial training was all about having 100% control over his body, but Ha'Gast, as any other beastkin, was not a flawless being.

The amount of sexual tension that that puss built up was railing his mind, as he controlled his body to not encourage her lusty needs, managing to not have an erection in front of her. Thing is that it took most of his concentration, and he would not be able to keep that for much longer.

Fortunately now that he was all alone, there was no one to mind a raging erection in the feline's pants. He breathed out, letting go of his mystical control over his own cock, and in a matter of seconds his baggy trousers looked like they had a tent armed over his groin.

Ha'Gast looked around. He was quite alone there. The racket from the crowd made so that he didn't feel entirely alone, yet there would be no eyes to see him. The cheetah definitely could use that little private time to maybe ease that pressure but... no. He's a trained monk from the far Bacchus Plateau, he was meant to be, at least. Anyway. He definitely should NOT waste his time during a mission.

The feline closed his eyes. It was not the first time he was in a situation like that, he just needed to concentrate, yet it was difficult to fight against the present rubbing from the tip of his mating rod against the saggy cloth of his underwear. The more he tried to distract his mind from those little stimuli, the worse it got. The memories from yesterday, the subtle ache... *SLAP* He crossed his face with his palm.

"I just need to hide this annoyance, and once the fight starts I'll have other issues to deal with." He thought to himself.

Concentrating his ki, the cheetah-kin once again manifested a blue-ish energy, this time, it floated like an aura around his crotch, pushing the stiff meat-stick to the side, finally getting rid of the tent over his lap.

Ha'Gast continued his way through the long corridor, already trying to distract his mind taking note of his surroundings.

The mine could have being drained from its iron veins, yet the amount of weaponry scattered around that corridor made Ha'Gast wonder. How many weapons could a mine like that provide? There were certainly a whole lot of weapons there, ok, but not enough to equip an army for sure. So... it would be really bad if an iron mine couldn't equip an army. Now the question was... how many armies could an iron mine equip then...?

thunk

The cheetah stumbled on the head of a mace. Ouch. He held his now-sore right paw, it was an irritating pain, but that's alright, at least he was not having intrusive thoughts anymore.

There was a big hunk of metal shutting the end of the corridor. Getting closer, the cheetah could notice that it was actually outside the actual end of the hole. Serving as a gate? Perhaps. He could see through the crevice on the sides of the piece of steel, which showed that it was indeed not really "shutting" the way, and Ha'Gast was certain that it would lead directly to the arena of the fight club, considering the populous sounds of the crowd that were louder than ever.

Now the monk could only wait and prepare.

From the other side of the metal gate, a hissing voice growed against the crowd. - "Sssssilence! Silence you bunch of ssstupid dirty thieves and gamblers." - It chuckled with its low tone at the end, making clear its curses were not to be taken to heart.

"It has come to me that the show isss not yet finished for today... Another fool comes to challenge Herta, who certainly will not be happy to know that she has to fight yet again, after she was already dissssmissed." - Now the whole crowd laughed briefly, however this "Herta" fights, it must be very effective, at least against normal folk, that is.

Soon after, the hissing enunciator continued, in a very passive voice, he didn't really seem like he was there to create hype, but only to give the cards, possibly. - "Yet! While she re-preparesss herssself, we have a little bonus fight, that way you all can evaluate if the new contestant is worth your money over our champion, asss if. Heh." - Yet again the crowd chuckled, and silence reigned once more.

Sounds of chains clanking emerged from the silent arena, as the steel gate was slowly lifted by a crank mechanism above it. Ha'Gast took a deep breath and a step forward, his little quest was about to finally begin for real.

The arena was revealed as a massive, circular and really deep pit, which the monk was in. Wood platforms were scattered around the walls of the ditch, holding tens of people, from the wealthiest and cleanest to the poorest and filthiest beastfolk, humans and orcs alike, the crowd Ha'Gast was hearing all along.

The ditch had a complex system of tunnels from what the cheetah perceived, noting all the holes into the walls by each platform that certainly served as a way to move around the deep mine. Not to mention the other big plate of metal, similarly placed as the gate he just passed by on the opposite side of the pit.

There was a real mess on the dirt ground Ha'Gast stood on, blood, broken weapons and scattered teeth around it. It looked like thousands of battles were waged there, making the monk wonder if anyone ever cleaned that place.

Some murmuring started on the audience as the feline was displayed at the bottom of the ditch. It was difficult to discern what was the subject, if only one, of the talking. Until a rispid voice emerged. - "A cheetah-kin... issss our new, and lasst, hopefully, competitor! What iss your name, kitty?" - Ha'Gast raised his eyes, on a small platform a little above and to the side of the other steel gate was a slender figure, standing with crossed arms and eyeing him, it was the voice he was hearing behind the gate!

"I go by Ha'Gast... sir...?" - The enunciator looked like a snake-kin, yet he was not the usual beastkin Ha'Gast bumped around the city.

See, there are plenty of species of beastkin on the world, dragons, canines, felines, caprines and so on, but it didn't stop there though, as some beastkin had a more bestial look than the avarage kin, which usually also received special names.

There was no snake-kin there, but a cobra. Their bodies were unlike the straight anthropomorphic look of regular kin, having a longer torso and limbs positioned in a way it made possible for them to walk on all fours, in a similar way as actual snakes. Their flat chest and groin made it difficult for others to say if they were a male or a female, and this one was no different. It did not react badly nor well to the way Ha'Gast called they, so it remained a mystery for now.

They continued - "Aaand... are you packing your weapon inside your pantssss?" - Ha'Gast froze in place, was he still having a boner and he stopped using his ki to hide it? A quick sudden look down showed him that he was not, he was rid of that humiliation, yet the audience still laughed loud at his scared reaction, as much as the cobra. - "Now for real, where are your weaponsssss?"

Ha'Gast straightened his posture again, speaking as if unaffected by being made a joke of just now - "I have no need of one." - The crowd reacted divergently, some crackled a laugh once again and some remained silent, maybe even interested, like the cobra, who lifted an eyebrow, even if Ha'Gast was too far to see it.

"Intriguing, to say the leasst... We will sssee about that! The first enemy our ambitious Ha'Gast will face is no one less than... Gorm, the night watch, who was sleeping in service."

Way above them, two indistinct beastkin began twisting cranks, pushing the large pair of chains to lift the gate near the cobra.

The gate slowly went up, and the first thing that Ha'Gast found odd was that there seemed to be another person other than Gorm but... they were... kneeling in front of him.

The fox was actually with most of his back turned to the arena, and as the gate kept going upward, Ha'Gast recognized Agatha. She was clearly sucking Gorm's dick, moving her head toward his groin as a woodpecker would repeatedly peck a tree, holding him by his butt with a hungry grip, until just as the gate was completely up, she buried her muzzle in his crotch. The fox's tail stiffed, his hands resting upon the puss' head and his body trembling as he delivered a well harvested nutting.

Some seconds passed, and some murmuring began through the tens of folk that watched that little scene. The watchguard had a massive jumpscare when he noticed the raised gate, getting his pants up in a hurry, looking back to the monk on the other side of the arena.

Agatha, on the other hand, didn't seem disturbed at all. She eyed Ha'Gast while cleaning her mouth with her forearm and waved at him shamelessly of getting caught blowing off the guard.

Damn, that really could have been him... he thought again, and shook his head to wave that away from his mind yet one more time.

The great steel gate was lowered again, locking them both in the arena.

Gorm lost his leather armor, following the rules of the arena, now he only wore a regular cloth beaten-up white shirt, the only distinctive characteristic of it being the wide collar that could be tightened up by a pair of black buttons. With that he also wore baggy grey fabric trousers, a leather belt and the sheath of his shortsword. He no longer wore furry pieces of clothing since the mine wasn't as cold as outside, quite the opposite, actually.

His vestments were all very plain and wouldn't draw much attention, if it wasn't for the massive wet stain over his crotch that certainly was a byproduct of Agatha's job. The audience couldn't help but giggle at the ridiculous sight.

Ha'Gast sighed. He didn't know what was worst: The fact that he was about to fight a guy with salivated pants or the fact that he internally wanted to be in his place. His balls stinged as he remembered Agatha's smell.

The reptile raised their voice after they had their own time to laugh at the nightwatch. - "Enough of that! It'ssss already late, get on with it you ratssss!" - They hissed, granting the go-ahead to the combatants.

Unsheathing his sword, Gorm approached Ha'Gast, as did the monk. They stood a few feet away from each other, the fox one-handing his blade in front of him, trying to ignore the fact that he was caught in "action" by the man he was fighting now, the guard's face blushing with anger and embarrassment.

On the other side, the monk had nothing to unsheath. His hands were at his chin's height, and his eyes deadly fixed on the fox. His serious gaze ignored the past situation, setting his focus on ending that as soon as possible.

With surprising speed, for someone with wet pants, Gorm took uncareful steps in advance, swinging his sword with the elegance of a wingless heron.

Ha'Gast dodged all his unsurprising moves with precise stepping. One, two, three, thrusting attack. Head, belly, shoulder, neck. It had a rhythm.

Predicting his next swing that came downwards to his head, the monk catched the coming blade with the same motion as someone had trying to kill a flying bug, his hands clapping on the edge of the sword, locking it in place.

Quickly reacting, Gorm took advantage of the fact that Ha'Gast was using both his arms while he was wielding his sword one-handed. Slipping his left hand through his belt he pulled a hidden dagger, vilely seeking the monk's exposed belly

And surprisingly, as if Ha'Gast was wearing plate armor, the hidden blade stopped before it could do any damage to the feline. A bluish aura of Ha'Gast's ki reverberated over the point of impact, granting it the full absorption of the thrust, leaving the cheetah untouched.

He smirked, looking at the puzzled face of the fox, whose eyes were fixed at the monk's abdomen, that was perfectly unharmed

The unarmed fighter used the perplexity of his opponent to quickly move his hands, pushing the blade outwards of his grip and twisting the fox furry hand, rending the shortsword from him and tossing it to the ground.

"WAIT! You're CHEATING!!! WHA-" - Gorm was cut from his whining as Ha'Gast's right hand met his snout. A tiny crack could be heard from the impact, granting the already slightly crooked fox's muzzle a bit more "crooking".

Just as the fox stumbled a step back after receiving that strike, the monk began the counter attack. A fast flourish of punches were delivered over Gorm's head and torso, Ha'Gast fought gracefully, his moves were fast and effective, always finding the flaws at Gorm's desperate defenses. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Ha'Gast stopped punching, but Gorm kept getting hit. The cheetah's astral arms could "detach" from his body, and they flew fast enough towards the fox to pack a couple of hits on his face and then another by his ribs before Ha'Gast executed a finishing spinning high kick, landing his right paw like a bat to the side of the fox face.

THUD-PUFF

Gorm spun around before hitting the ground. - "ughhhhh..." - He fell butt down, his hands covering his face. He was beat up by the third punch, to be sincere, truly a pathetic opponent.

The crowd was silent. Partially in awe of the cheetah's skills, and yet judgmental of his techniques. Was that magic? Was magic even allowed?!

With a newly curious and always rispid voice, the cobra spoke. - "Well well well... It'sss difficult for me to decide if I should be amazed by your fancy kick or if I should expel you from this honesssst fight club..." - he worked a disgusted tone - "sssorcerer..."

"Do I LOOK like a sorcerer to you?!" - Ha'Gast crossed his arms, almost offended by the cobra commentary

"Well you LOOK like you jusst used..." - he worked a disgusted tone again - "magic..."

The people began ruminating, and Ha'Gast raised his voice to reach the reptile - "It is NOT magic. It's the energy that flows through my body, condensed through years of technique and diligent control over it. I'm the master of my ki."

Silence reigned, only cut by the clandestine narrator - "That SSSEAMS like magic."

"Come, if a dragon-kin came here and breathed ice over their opponent's face, would that be 'using magic'?" - The monk inquired, and the silence reigned, deeper.

With a hand over their mouth, for moments the cobra chewed those words they've just heard. That was either the most revealing moment of their life, or the most stupid excuse they have ever witnessed.

"Okay okay... I'll let that passss THIS TIME! Jusst because Gorm really deserved that beating..." - The audience granted the decision reserved nods, most obviously the ones that agreed with the decision were the ones that betted on Ha'Gast, and vice-versa.

The cobra massaged their temples with their hand. Would they really swallow that excuse? - "Right... anyway. GERALD! Drag that stupid fox out of the arena. And call Herta."

As the heavy gates were lifted once again, a hefty dog-kin walked in. Gerald was a rottweiler dog-kin, strong and robust. He picked up the limp body of Gorm, snorting as he passed the gate again.

Ha'Gast sat on the dirt floor, tightening the bands around his knuckles and wrists. The use of ki seemed miraculous and foolproof, yet it was finite. His ki bending tactics took a toll on his mind, as it was the product of heavy concentration and breathing techniques combined to bend the very energy of his astral body.

Through proper maintenance of his breath and focus, Ha'Gast could use his ki for extended periods, but he was fated to eventually need to fight without its aid if he wasn't careful enough. It had been fun to show off with that punching bag of a fox, but now he needed a bit more caution for the champion may pose a threat.

While he waited, the monk had some resting time to just sit there crossing legs and think. Could that Herta be that deadly? He didn't even know her race just yet, but he heard a lot about her since he put a paw inside this mine.

Maybe she could be one of those wolfweres he heard about a long time ago. Feral beasts that fight relentless and brutally. Even for bestial beast-kin Ha'Gast never heard of truly "feral" ones like that. That probably was just a racist phrase he caught an ear into during a night in a tavern.

Like it or not, the bestials are not well regarded in these lands, even less inside the big cities, where today plural beast-kin live, regardless of their origin. Yet these bestials are still not so acquainted with modern society, as much as the other way around.

Completely disconnected from his surroundings, the cheetah-kin was only brought back to reality once the noisy chains were pulled up, raising the metal door yet another time. Adding to those sounds, Ha'Gast could identify steps coming right over the arena, heavy, distinctively angry yet normally-paced paces.

The mysterious figure was revealed as the gate ascended: A set of hooves and thin ankles, that came right before a wide pair of curved legs, beautiful, yet fearsome, hence the defined quadriceps that perked that body with the looks of a true tank.

Once again the cheetah found another bestial inside the mine. A minotaur this time, big and heavy bull-like anthros, known by their strength and height, mostly originally from the Lambatal Plains.

A simple cloth covered her sex, as it was the actual only thing she cared to wear, once the gate revealed her tight-muscled abdomen and her voluminous bare bovine breasts. Her figure was that of a true statue, imposing, yet beautiful. Herta stood two feet higher than Ha'Gast. Her tits not only were at his head's height, but they were also a bit bigger than his head's size.

Herta carried a one-handed mace on her left hand, it had a sphere head and its weight was visible given the tension on her wrist to hold it. That probably would be very easy to dodge, but devastating if Ha'Gast slept on any of her attacks.

After analyzing his next opponent, Ha'Gast was certain of one thing: He didn't want to fight her. Not because he thought he could lose, no, but because she was gorgeous. As his taste in women said, at least. She was almost as beautiful as Reyla, but Reyla had a big redeeming factor this "Herta" did not: Reyla was not about to try crushing his skull with a mace.

As the monk was clearly gazing at her breasts, the champion snorted with derision. At her right, up on the platform the cobra spoke - "The true final fight of the day is almossst to begin, make your betsss, swines..."

"You know you can't swallow pigs whole like you can do with rats, right, Szavog?" - Herta spoke, grinding her teeth, it looked like a joke, yet it sounded like an angry shout out.

"Don't get me sssstarted with your idiocy just because you're pissed from getting back here again. Do your job and do it right so you can resume doing your cow-things, I don't care." - The cobra retorted hissing by the safety of their platform.

Herta buff'd and eyed her gazer, who seemed to suddenly wake up from a trance. Ha'Gast was a real mess right now. Why was EVERYTHING reminding him that tits existed, and that he was craving to be between a pair?

Without further ado, the minotaur took the first step of the fight.

The monk shook his head and raised his guard. He just had to beat her, and he would be able to return to his caring red dragoness friend. Actually he still had to go after the boss of this whole fighting club and... well, no time for-

Caught in the middle of his thoughts, Ha'Gast ducked the minotaur's first attack by mere inches, stepping back a few paces to gather the rhythm.

Herta's movements made it clear that she was a fine warrior. Her weapon could be heavy, but she was strong and fast, even if a bit predictable.

Once again, Ha'Gast showed mastery on evading attacks, not even having the need to use his ki abilities just yet. He patiently catched Herta's rhythm, dodging rather around her attacks than backwards, for he did not want to end up with his back on a wall while fighting someone that big.

Her attacks were much slower than Gorm's, but considering her weapon it was fairly understandable. Ha'Gast ducked a right hook and then sidestepped to her left when she tried to hit his head with her mace. The monk delivered a quick punch to the side of her abdomen and left her space after kicking her calf.

The quick string did almost nothing to the minotaur, only making her more furious. Ha'Gast would need much more raw power to lay that beast down.

Not taking any rest, the unaffected bovine followed the cheetah closing their distance while swinging yet another brute attack. Ha'Gast left little room for openings, as he was untouched until now. Herta tried her ways kicking and punching too, but the swift feline always got his way around her offensives.

A very broad swing passed by the monk's right side. That was the opportunity he needed, a careless attack with slow recovery, leaving her guard open.

Knowing that quick jabs would not tire her out, Ha'Gast needed a powerful hit on a weak spot. He could, of course, hit the things that occupied the major part of his view, her tits, yet again, he was not looking to tire her or make her weary, instead, he aimed at her diaphragm, the spot right between the middle separation of the ribs.

Using his ki for yet another purpose, Ha'Gast augmented the strength of the muscles of his right arm, clenching a fist as fading blueish strings involved the limb. The feline was fast and certain, yet he hit something else.

CLACK

With surprising finesse, Herta let go of the mace's grip for a brief instant in order to shorten the distance between her hand and the head of the mace. With that, she redirected her weapon in front of the cheetah's attack, using it as a shield, sort of. Regardless of anything, her quick acting was very successful, granted the way Ha'Gast's hand almost snapped from hitting a metal ball with full force.

"ACK!" - Ha'Gast really did not put any defensive techniques on his hand, only augmenting ones, which means he not only punched a solid chunk of metal, but he punched it with increased force. He was lucky that he didn't break his wrist, but it still hurted a lot. The cheetah grit his teeth, holding his arm as if he tried to keep it in place.

He was not all so lucky tho, because that was the opening she needed. Regressing her grip to the tip of her mace's handle, she extended her arm backwards and started swinging with a wide, wicked grin, upwards and between the cheetah's legs. - "Easy as THAT!"

It took a long moment for Ha'Gast to perceive what was coming, certain death, or rather emasculation in form of a mace. Distracted by the pain, it was now too late to dodge in any direction. The meeting of his fragile orbs and the unforgiving steel ball was inevitable.

Yet, once again his peculiar abilities came in due course. He had already tanked a dagger to his stomach, he could tank a mace to his nethers.

THUD - The mace came crashing between the cheetah's legs, launching him backwards several feet. A bluish aura protected Ha'Gast's reproductive future, but the inertia still blasted him. He was very pleased he didn't feel that smashing, 'cause if it was capable of pushing him that far, it's undoubtedly that pain would be the only thing he would feel from his nethers forever after that.

Herta was well known for her devious tactics, hence the lack of surprised noises from the crowd. That mace had taken many male's their most precious belongings, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to use her hands and legs for the sake of securing victory... and her pleasure.

Landing with ease on his feet due to his innate feline nature, in a crouched pose Ha'Gast slid a few feet more after touching the ground. Herta was so sure she was done with him that she didn't even bother to keep attacking, unknown to her, he was mostly fine.

"Mostly", since not only that massive hit took away a great part of his ki energy, but also, he may not have felt a thing just now, but he was very scared of, by chance, not being fast enough to prevent the worse from happening the next time, as it would have if not for his quick reflexes.

Herta was in fact convinced the fight was over. Letting go of her mace and letting it fall on the ground, she eyed the felled feline licking her lips, as one hand got her loincloth out of the way so she could touch herself with her other hand, and that she did. She started playing around her sex with her fingers, taking her time and enjoying the dirty thoughts inside her mind.

That brief moment of respite granted him time to take a deep breath and position his legs. He fixed his eyes on Herta, and... was she...? Ha'Gast was taken in disbelief. He knew girls that enjoyed this kind of thing but... not that much?

There was no time for perplexity. With his legs armed, as it was well known for cheetah-kins, Ha'Gast sprinted at the sadistic cow's direction preparing to give her a surprise attack, while trying not to think about what would happen if she got her hands on him, or his balls.

As the seconds passed, the lack of moans and whining felt strange. "Had he just passed out? What a pussy" Thought the female. Looking with a bit more attention though, she doubted her eyes.

The minotaur's grin rapidly faded out as the approaching bullet-like cheetah got closer to her. - "...WHA-?!" - In a matter of a second the monk delivered a flying knee to her face, making a healthy thud as knee bones met face bones, interrupting the furious inquiry from the bovine woman.

Ha'Gast flew right past Herta's defenses, hitting her critically on the head. The momentum on that was so great that his knee dragged her heavy head with it and with that the monk successfully landed on his feet easily even after the impact.

Without any time to waste, Ha'Gast took advantage of her lowered head to strike it with a spinning kick, similar to the one he hit Gorm with.

Her head was pushed hard with the kick, making her stumble some paces to the right, evidently dizzy. This time the cheetah had no need to augment every strike, since head hits were much more effective, it was only too hard to land one at the beginning of the fight because she was very taller than him.

And that was it. He had enough time to charge an augmented kick that would surely pass her out now. . . after he took a good glance on that ass, right?

The dazzled female turned around as she stumbled, revealing that not only she was only using a loincloth, but that the loincloth only covered her front side.

While she was bending forward and holding her aching head, her rear was completely visible to the male. Seeing how beautifully her firm, muscled butt displayed itself and how hypnotizing her revealed slit looked, with a cute bush of extra fur on the top of it, slightly wet and shiny from her previous fingering, yet now denied. He was now certain that she was more attractive than Reyla.

And yet again, the most distinct characteristic between her and Reyla came to light as he was lost in thought: She shook her head, regaining balance and her most immediate action was to turn back to her attacker fast, getting her hefty mace and bringing it in one single motion to launch it to his face.

He ducked the massy weapon by an inch, and it crashed upon the dirt wall behind him.

As being the target of a chunk of metal wasn't enough trouble, once Ha'Gast got up again he realized that he was now the target of a whole bull coming after him. Herta dashed forward, with heavy steps closing the distance between them two and launching her arms over Ha'Gast.

She grabbed him by the torso and lifted him, holding the cheetah as if he weighed nothing and kept running forward, until his back met the walls of the arena. Her hands were so big it was a very easy grip, and she kept pressing him against the wall.

All the air from Ha'Gast's lungs was drained from the impact, he felt like his eyes almost jumped out of their eye sockets, but fortunately Herta's left hand came pushing them in with a hearty punch on his face. His vision got dizzy and all he could see was the angry look on the female's face, snorting air on his.

"You puny little bastard. What is the trick? Are you wearing a cup?! No, my mace would crush that. Do you even have balls?!" - She didn't sound exactly furious. She was definitely much more "frustrated" than anything.

"W-what? Never met a guy that can take a pu-" - Ha'Gast's mocking was cut off as Herta's right hand grabbed him by the throat, choking him just enough to cut his talking but not enough to quickly get him unconscious.

Herta came closer, now pressing the cheetah with her whole body against the wall. Being lifted, he was "at the same height" as her, so he could see her squished eyes, as she was trying to figure something out.

The monk could not say that the position he was in was all bad though. Her gorgeous body was pressing against his, and what certainly drew more of his attention was the way her breasts were tight against his chest. They were so big that, while Ha'Gast held Herta's right wrist with both his hands, her tits filled the entire space between his arms.

She started talking again - "You definitely don't have balls. I can know it by the sound of your voice. Yet a mace to the pelvis is still very very damaging. Hmmmmm..." - When she was done analyzing the cat, she took a little step back to create some distance and kept holding him by the throat.

Herta looked down on the cheetah, looking for anything that could seem suspicious.

Meanwhile, Ha'Gast was fighting to breathe under the pressure on his throat. Assuming his ki powers came from breathing techniques, not being able to properly breath was a serious problem, especially since he was all out of ki from the last blow. He tried to relieve the pressure by pulling himself up using his hands over Herta's wrist, but his efforts were rewarded with a punch under the belt.

"GUH-" - Ha'Gast grunted as Herta's hand buried deep between his legs, the lack of his ki energy to protect his nether giving him the whole experience of a punch in the nuts. The pain quickly made its way to his abdomen, as his body tried to process if it was more important to make sure he could breath or breed.

Herta suddenly didn't seem so angry anymore. It seemed like, even if she was doing some overtime fighting here, winning, or rather, punting a guy in the balls, made the experience more enjoyable for her. - "HA! You felt that!? But I definitely felt something there too. Seems like your cup got out of place after that last attack huh?!?! Let me help you get rid of it completely."

What was she talking about, though? Ha'Gast was sure he did not had any time of armor down there, unless she... well...

"Now let's get a proper look at it..." - The minotaur got her clenched fist off of Ha'Gast nethers, and then got a hold on the cloth of his trousers, pulling it quick and hard, ripping the portion of his pants that once hid his crotch without any ceremony.

To her exclusive surprise, the stiffness she felt when punching him was no cup, it was rather a hard, virile, and most of all, courageous erection.

It was somewhat of an impressive size, considering the owner's height. With a couple of aching, lime-sized balls hanging under it. Ha'Gast blushed, he was partially embarrassed and partially in desperation, for various, understandable reasons.

The crowd laughed out loud at the sight. Gorm certainly had a big wet stain over his lap after he was recently blown before, but THAT was ridiculous. The cheetah knew it wasn't the punch that made him like that, but how could he convince the viewers otherwise?

Certainly it was very funny for the audience, but it was very, very not funny for Herta. She blushed even harder than the cheetah, and frowned her thick eyebrows. - "Y-you fucking LIKE that? You DARE being... like that while fighting ME??" - She put more pressure on his throat, getting a good grip on him before she pulled and turned him, locking him to a sleeper hold, still suspending him over the floor.

Having his back turned to Herta as he was choked to submission made Ha'Gast feel many things: the big and soft melons (not in size) where his back rested, the breath-taking sensation of Herta's strong muscles closing the air ways of his throat and finally the sudden intense pressure on his testicles against the bone of his pelvis as the minotaur drove a full knee on them.

"HRGNF-" - The cheetah grunted yet again. He may have trained to endure pain, but he also has grown accustomed to not feeling the majority of the hits he would take since he could use his ki to prevent that. Now, though, he was all out of ki energy, with no way to breathe to regain it, and being brutally kneed in his most sensitive organs.

"You will LEARN to respect me!" - Herta buried her knee yet again in the male's groin right as she said "learn", trying to make a point.

It was with unsurprising agony that the cheetah started wondering how this was going to end. The pain in his loins was definitely the worst he felt in recent times. Reyla could play a bit aggressive with them some days and he wasn't exactly perfect on defending every kick someone could throw at his nuts, but those powerful knees hit differently, Herta certainly was not just trying to incapacitate him, she was having fun. Not to mention her sudden fury to see his erect dick, which was, at the very least, curious.

As her second knee came crashing, Ha'Gast could feel his virility at closing peril. Her leg was so strong it almost seemed like it sent a shockwave through his body.

First, his testicles were compressed like pancakes, secondly, his hard mating stick smacked on his belly, releasing a thin string of pre, then, Herta's voluminous breasts rubbed against his naked back and lastly but no less important, his head was launched back, as his body rose briefly from the inertia of the hit, and just like that, instinctively, his body recognized the opportunity and he was able to take a good, deep breath.

That was very crucial. Even in the midst of severe pain, his prepared warrior mind was quick to think. It was not over yet!

Definitely it was not optimal, but he could take advantage of the brief moments he is lifted by the force of her knees to breath, and with that, Ha'Gast would be able to take one, decisive action to get out of that wretched situation.

A spark of hope brought back the color in his eyes, yet it was just as swiftly taken away as his throat got closed tight and his balls squished back and forth when Herta was up grinding them against his pelvis, with her knee still raised from the last hit.

Herta presented a satisfied grin as she lowered her emasculating leg, feeling ever so slightly how those now swollen orbs reinflated against her knee bone and hanged low, resting upon her knee as she toyed a bit with her new stress balls, wagging her leg a bit between Ha'Gast's, making his testicles "dance" over their own executioner.

The fact that he couldn't see the next blow coming just made it even worse, 'cause he knew it was coming, he just wasn't sure when.

Ha'Gast could feel every millimeter of his abused orbs, the volume they occupied in space was vehement perceivable as if pain was now the only constant in reality for the cheetah, even if they were not being compressed exactly now, it didn't mean they hurted any less.

WHUMP - But that meant they now hurted even more. Herta's knee filled the gap between Ha'Gast's legs, violently pushing his eggs against his body for the third time now, not counting the punch from before.

The monk fought the urge to simply scream in reaction to the pain, as he concentrated on inhaling the most as he could while he was once again lifted. Fresh air filled his lungs a bit more, and he was now certain that fortunately (kinda) he would need only one more obliterating knee to the testes to channel his ki for the probable most decisive moment of his life.

Excited to keep pounding those balls into nihility, Herta didn't waste any time playing now, lowering her leg and coming up like a rocket again as soon as her hoof touched the ground, compressing the feline's nut flesh against his body with cracking force.

By this fourth instance of nut-cracking, Ha'Gast could hardly think of anything sexual anymore. His erection was far long gone, as noted from the limp meat slapping on his belly this time. Surely his brain was more concentrated on trying to keep his reproductive-potential alive rather than reproducing exactly now.

Ha'Gast was lifted, and he breathed deeply, in evident desperation. As soon as his lungs were full, the male already knew what to do to get out of there. He raised both his legs, each touching ever so slightly his swollen and very achy sack. Using the energy Ha'Gast painfully struggled to accumulate, the powerful muscles of his legs were augmented, as he flexed his knees preparing for his counter attack.

Before Herta could even lower her knee, Ha'Gast double kicked downwards to her lifted thigh, blasting her limb against the ground.

With a cracking noise, Herta's ankle immediately dislocated as her hoof was reintroduced to the ground with Ha'Gast's augmented kicks' incredible force, making her immediately change her attention from emasculating an innocent cheetah-kin to tend to her pains.

"ARGH- you sick bastard!" - The minotaur let go of the monk, falling butt-first on the ground as she lost balance and grabbed her injured leg, grunting continuously as the shock passed and the pain began.

Right in front of her, Ha'Gast fell and rolled away a couple times, his hands immediately darted downwards to shield his precious gems, curling into a ball - "My nuts... my fucking... nuts..." - he whined, several octaves higher.

Ha'Gast could now feel with his own hands the swelling in his balls, making them size almost twice as normal. His exposed bits were finally now protected, right? They still hurted a lot nonetheless, keeping the cheetah immobile for long seconds. At least he wasn't having an erection anymore. Not that anyone would look at his dick while his balls were at that fascinating size.

The pained male whined and grunted over the ground for a while, until he regained his mental fortitude to remember that the fight was not over yet. Herta was awfully quiet though. Was she so accustomed to winning that she forgot how to endure pain and just passed out? Well, only one, unfortunate, way to find out.

With a lot of effort, Ha'Gast stopped cupping himself so he could get up, slowly. He weakly got his hands on the ground and turned his body, getting on all fours, getting ready, enduring the irritating ache as his sack dangled with the movement.

He rested a couple seconds in that position and... he still wanted so badly to just lay on the ground and let the pain pass that... he could even still feel his hands holding his sack. It was just strange how the hands he felt were a lot bigger than his...

Curious, Ha'Gast lowered his head, trying to take a look at his privates and... oh...

"I'm not done with you yet." - The sneaky minotaur was laying down behind the cheetah, as she had dragged herself to there while Ha'Gast held his achy orbs. And thus, she squeezed.

"NO- AAARGH-" - Ha'Gast yelled as those powerful, cheetah-lifting fingers tensed around his sensitive eggs. Herta wasn't playing around anymore, with her finger tips digging into the abused nutflesh of his.

He tried to kick her anyway he could, but his legs seemed much more to be spasming than properly kicking. His soft paws did nothing against her without proper kicking technique, as she kept tightening the swollen cheetah-makers.

"I'll RETIRE you as a MALE." - she was evidently, visibly, loudly angry. She didn't seem to be having fun at all anymore, contrary to how she was enjoying kneeing him before.

Ha'Gast needed to act, and fast. He could hear her knuckles popping from the strength she used, yet miraculously his balls were still in one piece, for now, it is.

He wasn't being choked anymore, which meant he could use his ki freely, as long as he could concentrate on it and not on the mind-melting pain radiating from his crotch. Anyhow, from that position there was little he could do. That meant he would have to... reposition, in a certain way.

As it all was not enough for his sack already, he felt Herta pulling it up, and when he looked at her again, the savage beast had an open mouth, presenting teeth, while the bottom part of his sack bulged towards it from the pressure of her squeezing.

In desperate hurry, Ha'Gast twisted his body, using his legs and arms to get his back turned to the ground, which should help him to land a decisive hit, but also twisted his sack. His warped gem pouch stood "facing" the ground still at the immovable grip of the female, making all that at least two times worse, as his testicle cords yelled at his decision.

Herta seemed uncaring at the cheetah's movement, still bringing those swollen fruits to her wide open mouth. Her ankle hurted, her ego was cracked, she needed to do a scene to recover her reputation, and she was sincerely kind of curious about how he would react too. She could start applying this technique on the forthcoming males that would fight her in the future and piss her off.

Ha'Gast felt like his mind was about to shut down, uncertain if that would be by the white-hot agony he felt or if it would be a final, merciful mechanism of his body to make him pass out to prevent him from seeing, and specially feeling, his nuts being literally eaten.

The cheetah raised his hands high, concentrating every bit of energy he could muster yet another time, enhancing his arms with his bluish aura. The aura pulsed bright, stronger than any time before. Was it him mastering his technique? Was it desperation or just luck? It didn't matter now. He was about to finish it all.

Descending like anvils, his hands hit the top of the minotaur's head, right between her big, curled horns. It was right in time, as his balls were already halfway inside her maw, any fraction of a second longer, and it would be over for his sperm-tanks.

Her skull went immediately down with the force of the strike, her upper teeth tho, as they were already right above his testicles, came crashing at the middle of his twisted sack, yet fortunately not bringing it down along as her hands stayed holding his balls in place. Her head finally hit the ground and resonated a loud crack as some of her teeth broke, and finally, Herta was all out.

Ha'Gast's sack twisted around to its regular position and slowly reinflated as Herta's fingers were not squeezing their lives out of them anymore. The monk stood completely paralyzed as his brain inaugurated the record for "worst day of my life" among his new memories. The best he could do was lower his eyes, taking a look at a swollen, red and visibly less furry than before ballsack.

Fortunately Herta was a bovine, otherwise, the fact that her teeth crashed so hard against his balls would certainly rend him two incisions on his sack. Yet, it was difficult to say if that was so much worse than feeling like someone smacked a bat at the back of your balls like it just felt.

As if his brain just wanted a final confirmation that he was in fact still a male from seeing his balls, Ha'Gast finally passed out, falling on his back and gladly entering in a deep slumber. The last things he heard were the loud crowd partially cheering and partially booing the result of the fight, and lastly, the cobra's yell - "GERALD! ..."

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The first thing Ha'Gast could feel as he gradually regained his senses was the dull ache in his loins, still persisting, yet much, much better.

Right after he was relieved from reaffirming the fact that his balls were still balls, he felt cold around his wrists and ankles, along with the fact that he wasn't able to move it all much, and he noted his limbs all shackled at the far ends of the bed he lied on, his legs and arms open wide.

To wrap it all, he was, in fact, naked too.

Ha'Gast looked around, still dizzy from waking from what it felt like the heaviest sleeping he had ever had, only identifying a dark, short and hooded figure, that said with a sweet voice: "Greetings, great new champion... I am the head of this little fight club of ours... Feeling great?".

To be (hopefully) continued...