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Aatu

I had pursued the raven well into the forest by the time it landed on a small pine tree, calling out with that mocking kaw. I ran forward, abandoning all stealth, knowing full well it was aware of me.

The bird took flight once more, this time, leaving me far behind to watch as it climbed higher and higher in the sky.

I growled in defeat, realizing I would return to my siblings empty handed.

Turning to head back, a strange scent caught my attention. It was musky like an animal, yet with a certain staleness to it that made it seem old, though the scent had to be fresh with how strongly it assailed my nostrils.

I sampled the air, sniffing to determine it's origin. I managed to track it to a small treeline with a small collection of undergrowth.

As I sniffed along the line, I lurched back to see a man, standing suddenly from behind the vegetation, dressed in what appeared to be a caribou-hide cloak.

I leaped back in surprise, before composing myself and growling menacingly.

He shouted something in a language I did not recognize, leaping over the plant life.

A grubby hand reached forth. I nipped out, feeling teeth catch flesh, and the coppery taste of blood assaulted my tongue.

He yelled in obvious pain, yanking his hand back from my snapping jaws. A foot kicked out, catching me on the side of the head.

The world went spinning as I toppled backwards from the force of the blow, landing prone in the snow.

Before I could recover, rough hands clasped my muzzle tightly, and a large weight fell upon me. I felt a heavy rope cinch tightly around my face, locking my mouth closed.

fear took hold and I began to struggle, which elicited another kick, this time to my ribs.

Another voice spoke out, but I could not see the owner.

Before I knew it, I was bound around the neck by a thick hemp rope and was being forcibly dragged in the opposite direction of my pack.

By nightfall, I was locked in a small caged wagon drawn by a large beast I've since learned are called horses.

The men all sat around a large fire, yipping and howling with various noises that could only be human laughter. I still had no idea what they spoke about, but I would occasionally see members point or laugh, glancing in my direction.

I curled up as tightly as I could in my prison, a sense of absolute despair creeping over me. Pack elders occasionally spoke of the horrors of the humanoid races, those that adorned themselves in the flesh of other creatures. They sought our skins, my father once told me, because they believe it will grant them our predatory prowess.

I tried to block out the terrible noise of their merriment. It was a hideous thing, driving into my ears like a fang dripping with venom.

Someone was tapping on my cage's bars. I glanced up, seeing one of the men, a large, fire-headed man with long coarse hair sprouting from his face. He was saying something that I could not understand.

I growled in warning, daring him to come within reach. He just laughed, sliding a small bowl of water between the bars, and tossing a few rotten scraps of meat down.

I refused to touch any of it. Damn them.

The man returned to the fire with the others, leaving me to my misery.

Why had I wandered so far from my pack?

Exhausted, I curled up once again, finally succumbing to a fitful sleep.

Rekkdyr

The roughly hewn wooden gate opened before me, and a large man, probably half ogre, pushed me through.

I nearly toppled into the mud, but managed to retain my footing, glancing around at my new surroundings. I stood at the edge of a small arena beside one of five identical wooden gates, a large raised auditorium overlooked me, filled with the faces of a multitude of different races.

The sound of cheering erupted even louder at my entrance.

It had been nearly three days since I had fallen for that blasted trap that lead to my capture. I cursed myself yet again for being so foolish.

A loud squelch sounded behind me, and I turned to see a familiar weapon splash into the muck of the arena.

I snatched up my bastard sword, trying to clean the soppen earth from it best I could, soiling my ragged tunic in the process.

A voice boomed out suddenly, causing the rabble from the crowd to die down.

"....we've got a special treat tonight, folks! A civilized gnoll, trained in the martial style of the knights of Duskshire! Rekkdyr of Duskshire!"

I had to stifle a growl. It was bad enough I let myself get captured, but now I was being forced to fight for entertainment!

Just then, another gate opened, and a large, axe wielding Minotaur walked through. He was nude, save for a small loincloth that failed almost entirely at maintaining his modesty.

"...returning for the first time in over a month since his defeat, the horned Tarin!" the minotaur raised his heavy axe, roaring with the ferocity of a rutting bull.

A third gate opened, revealing what appeared to be a female orc, though her skin was a dark grayish-green, and large, stag-like antlers sprouted from beneath her wild tangle of long, black hair. She held a large oaken shield in one hand, and a heavily notched longsword in the other, and was clad in nothing more than a single mantle of bear fur that draped over her shoulders and fell down along her back to about waist level. Rough Leather arm and leg wraps bound her wrists and feet, ending about mid elbow and around her knees, respectfully.

"...a crowd favorite for more than just her fighting victories, Skempta, the beast-blooded orc!" the announcer shouted again, to thunderous applause.

A large troll stepped forth from the fourth gate, entirely nude, and wielding nothing more than the natural claws he was born with. I couldn't help but feel a slight amount of gratitude for at least being left with my rough tunic and trousers, as clearly clothing was not an essential item in this arena.

"Another new addition to the arena tonight! Hailing from the frostbogs of the southeastern Sutvald mountains, a most unusual creature! A troll werebear!"

I glanced over at the huge creature, sensing the pure malice behind his gaze as our eyes met.

A cold shiver rocked down my spine. I felt my claws digging into my palms from a tightly clenched fist, despite my attempts at filing them short.

"...And, at last! The motivation for our combatants!" the announcer cried, as the fifth, and final gate opened.

A young girl, elvish in appearance, was tossed out. I could never tell how old elves were merely based on appearance, but if she were human, she couldn't be more than thirteen. She wore a simple white gown, which was now soiled as she stumbled forward into the muddy arena floor.

A roar of jubilation from the crowd rocked the arena.

"The remaining combatant wins the right to this delicate maiden! Virtue and innocence still intact! For whatever use they may have with her!" the announcer cried.

I glared up at him in absolute disgust. I had encountered some truly despicable creatures in my travels, but never have I witnessed such filth. Forced bloodshed for pure entertainment! The rape and ravishment of an innocent girl!

Shaking with fury, I glanced around at my opponents. All three were potentially between me and the poor girl. I noticed the troll watching me with a hideously large smile. He was the one I was afraid of. The thought of a troll with the added strength of a bear was a frightening thing.

The minotaur was another issue. His minuscule loincloth did little to hide the bulging erection as he eyed the elf lustfully.

The orc was watching me with a look of curiosity. She almost seemed uninterested in the others. A small grin crossed her lips, accentuating her pearly white tusks. I suppose it wasn't every day you saw a gnoll, one of the hyena men from the southeastern plains in the garb of Duskshire.

She was one of the closest too me, and I'd rather not get in an extended battle with a shield user at the moment, as she would have the advantage.

Expecting some sort of bell or signal to begin, I dove forward, hoping to rush between the combatants. I wasn't about to play by the arena's rules.

I was shocked to see the Minotaur and and Troll already diving toward the girl. I managed to roll between the two large creatures, just as they collided together, axe and claw flying fiercely for each other. I guess there would be no starting signal.

I came up in a crouch, gripping my large bastard sword tightly, looking the girl in the eye.

She cowered back in absolute terror, seeing the muddy, sword wielding hyena-man crouched before her. I cursed myself.

"I'm not gonna hurt you!" I tried to tell her over the roar of the minotaur as the Troll slashed into his thigh.

She obviously didn't believe me, as she kicked backwards through the mud, bringing herself as tightly against the wood gate as she could manage.

She was wailing, tears washing trails through the filth on her cheeks.

A large force slammed into me, knocking me forward into the mud.

I kicked around, feeling tremendous pain in my side, but I pushed it from my mind.

The minotaur stood above me, axe raised above his head, hundreds of cuts and gashes tearing their way through his flesh.

Damn thing must have headbutt me! I thought to myself, just as the axe fell for a killing blow.

I rolled aside, managing to stand from the muck as I went, using every ounce of strength and speed my gnoll body could muster, I swung my sword in an upward diagonal arc, tearing a massive gash across the minotaurs ribs.

He roared in agony, just as a large bearlike creature rose up behind him, large gash across his chest sealing up at an impossible speed.

The werebear leaped atop the wounded minotaur, large canines tearing into the beasts neck, sending both toppling forward towards the girl.

I managed to snatch her out of the way, dropping my sword in the process.

We rolled backwards, the girl falling on top of me.

She was kicking and screaming in absolute terror.

I gently lifted her off of me, taking a knee to the chest for my efforts. She scrambled back as soon as I released her. I turned, now weaponless, just as the Troll was tearing the minotaurs head clean off with his powerful jaws.

Aiming to arm myself, I rushed forward, diving for my sword. A leather-wrapped dark green foot stomped down on the blade.

I followed it up the nude leg of the antlered orc woman, just in time to catch a shield to the face.

Squelching face down into the muddy arena floor, I fought the fog of darkness as I struggled to remain conscious.

No, I had to remain in the fight, for that damned elf!

I lifted myself up, wiping blood and earth from my eyes.

The orc was currently confronting the large werebear, whose arm was quickly healing from a slash of the orcs longsword.

Reaching for my sword, I hauled myself to my feet, feeling water trickling down my fur.

I was angry now, and no matter how hard I tried to stifle it, a growl escaped my lips.

The werebear slammed hard into the orcs shield, sending her flying against the arena wall. He fell upon her, ferociously slamming her again and again.

He lifted her up slowly, sliding her against the wall of the arena, large mouth opening wide for a final assault.

Rushing forward, I leaped with all the strength my bestial legs could muster, propelling me onto the beasts back, where I drove my bastard sword to the hilt.

He roared violently, dropping her, and sending me flying across the arena, leaving my sword behind.

I glanced up as the beast now descended upon me. I flailed out, feeling the shaft of the minotaurs discarded axe.

Gripping it tightly, I swung forward, tearing a giant gash across the creatures jaw.

He recoiled in pain, long enough for me two circle around the beast, chopping again at his thigh.

Out of nowhere, the orc dove forward, thrusting her sword deep into his opposite kidney, drawing an unearthly howl of agony from the animal.

She looked much worse then she acted, eyes slowly swelling, and gashes across her body from the beasts teeth and claws.

We carried on like this, circling around, keeping his attention divided between the two of us, chopping and slashing here and there.

I knew we couldn't keep this up long. The beast was healing just as fast as we could wound it, and without fire, our efforts would be futile.

At that moment, a glow caught my eye. Torches lined the walls of the arena, mounted about ten feet up in metal brackets.

Dodging a large clawed swing, I rushed to the nearest one, leaping up with a mighty swing. The bracket came dislodge, and the torch tumbled free.

I managed to catch it just before it hit the muddy water of the arena floor, turning to see the beast rushing for me.

I whipped the torch around scorching the monstrosity in the face.

The orc ran forward, wielding a second torch in place of her shield, brandishing it threateningly. I hadn't even noticed her retrieve it.

Together, we managed to force the monster back, purposely circling around to ensure we were between it and the girl.

"Any Ideas?" the orc asked, coming up beside me.

"None. I fear these torches are not going to be enough to fell the beast." I replied hesitantly.

"Fell the beast?" she asked, amused. She gave what looked like a wink from beneath all the blood and bruises.

Suddenly, she gave a mighty roar, running forward with torch and sword in hand, erupting into a frenzy of slashes and flames.

I followed her suit, moving to flank the opposite side, trying best to wield the massive axe one handed. She had the beasts attention, slashing and thrusting like a crazed woman.

I threw everything i had into an awkward, yet powerful one hand swing, dropping the axe straight down onto the beasts lower spine, causing him to roar in agony once more.

His cry was cut short as the orc used the opportunity to slash across his exposed throat.

He punched out, sending the orc flying, before turning to face me.

A quick swipe sent my axe flying, though I managed to dodge another.

He roared hoarsely as his destroyed throat started trying to mend itself.

Now was my chance.

I ducked another swing, before leaping forward with all my might, slamming into the larger creature. I jammed the torch right into the sundered throat, igniting fur and flesh in the process.

Next thing I knew, I was blinking spots from my eyes and feeling blood trickling down my head as I lay against the arena wall.

The orc rushed toward the flaming troll, leaping up and grabbing the hilt of my bastard sword that was still buried to the hilt, before tearing it free. Dropping my sword, she drove her own fiery weapon into the wound left behind. It's fur began to go up, as it stumbled around, before collapsing in a smoldering heap.

Once again, I managed to pull myself up from the arena ground, dragging my heavily bruised and battered body over to the elf girl,who was still cowering against the wall.

Weaponless, exhausted, and keenly aware of the pain in my head and side, I nevertheless planned on standing between this girl and whatever they threw at me.

The orc approached fully nude, her fur mantle long since dislodged from it's position on her back. She gripped my bastard sword in her hand, and a large grin split her bloody face.

"You want the girl, you'll have to go through me!" I growled, though the action made me wince.

"You disgust her, and yet you still fight on her behalf?" she asked, taking another step forward. "You're a strange gnoll."

I mirrored her move.

"I'm prepared to do what is morally right." I stated.

"Very well. Then." She laughed.

To my surprise, she flipped the sword around, offering me the hilt end.

"My name is Skempta."

I eyed her suspiciously, slowly reaching up to grasp the grip.

"No trick, you fought well. When we meet in battle, I would rather face you when we are both in perfect health." she stated, releasing her grip on the blade.

"Rekkdyr." I offered, lowering the sword to my side.

The crowd had been oddly silent in the aftermath of the werebears demise, watching the exchange between the gladiators.

"What an unusual outcome! Never could I have imagined such a beast bested!" the announcer roared. "An amazing duo for sure, the feral maiden, and the civilized beast!"

I winced at the name, as the crowd erupted in applause.

"However," he cried, silencing the audience with a hand,"there are two victors, when there should only be one!" he roared.

A man approached the announcer, whispering something in his ear.

"It would appear, in this certain circumstance, we will change the ruling. The two victors will stand, sharing their prize!" He roared.

I grimaced, glancing back at the gate as they opened. To my surprise, I felt a tiny form gently touch my hip, and I glanced down to see the tear streaked face of the elf.

I glared back at the guards, raising my sword. "She will not be harmed!" I warned.

"Don't worry." Skempta said, stepping towards them.

"Fuck, most gnolls leap at the chance to eat or fuck her. Or both!" one of them snarled.

"Jus' as long as it's fun fer the audience!" another laughed.

"He has claimed the fairy as his own. As I heard it, the reward was, 'whatever use they may have'. I will provide the 'fun'." Skempta eyed the leader of the guards.

He nodded at length, turning towards me. "Throw down your blade, and the two of you will be escorted to your cell."

Ice filled my stare, but I obeyed, outnumbered, and badly wounded as I was.

The elf clung desperately at my side, as the guards surrounded the two of us and ushered us from the arena. I glanced back long enough to see the opposite gate opening and a large warhorse being lead in by a rope.

Skempta

A bowl of warm water was brought to me, so that I could wash my wounds. The sting of water felt almost pleasurable as the blood was washed away.

I glanced at the horse that was lead into the arena, a stallion typically reserved for warfare. Ignoring the pain in my muscles, I walked forward, throwing in a bit of a sensual sway the humans seemed so aroused by.

Cheers from the audience called down to me as I gently brushed my fingers across the length of the animals sleek, muscular side, slowly crouching down beneath his belly.

I reached up, gently taking hold of the beasts shafted penis, slowly beginning to stroke him until the flared head emerged.

Inches kept appearing of the massive cock until a full two feet bobbed in my hands.

I licked slowly across the entire length of the fat four inch thick cock, carefully sucking the flared head as I went.

The horse whinnied in desperation, thrusting forward. I managed to get the tip of his cock into my mouth, cautious to avoid scraping him on my lower tusks, before setting to work massaging his massive dick.

His thrusts joined my stroking, and it didn't take long for the cock to give a powerful spasm, followed by a sudden torrent of cum. I swallowed what I could, feeling his sticky spunk coat the inside of my mouth and throat. I gulped at the beast greedily, as a pup would nurse on his mothers nipple.

I couldn't take anymore, coughing up the cock, and a torrent of horse cum. The massive cock continued to spray, coating my entire front in the sticky fluid. I panted, licking and massaging the cock for good measure, before standing up.

The crowd cheered in glee as I moved to the front of the beast, gently caressing the animals nose and ears.

Still coated in his semen, and with a mouthful of cum, I leaned forward, and kissed the beast, working my way in to his massive mouth with my tongue. I felt his massive tongue meet mine, as we shared saliva and semen.

The audience roared, as roars of whore and animal assailed me from the stands. I ignored them, unbothered by their insults. More amused then anything really.

Breaking the kiss, I looked the beast in the eye, grasping the rope.

A padded bench had been placed out in the center of the arena by the guards. I lead the horse to this, laying back onto the bench, and releasing the rope.

I glanced at the animal nodding with a slight grin, revealing my small tusks.

He understood, and hopped up onto the bench with his forelegs, positioning his massive cock just above me. Scooting back, I lifted my legs up around the horses flank, grabbing the cock with one hand, and positioning it at my cum covered pussy lips.

With a feral growl, I speared myself on the massive tool, feeling it spread my twat wide.

The horse took over completely, thrusting away as soon as he felt his cock in the tight confines of my moist hole.

I gripped onto him with my all my limbs, feeling the bench below me knock over by the sheer ferocity of his thrusts.

Orcs are typically viewed as a strong, hardy race, but the strength that horse had was admirable!

I was certain the animals flared head was about to slip right into my womb, he was so deep!

I was moaning in pleasure, much to the crowds amusement.

I managed to crack a weary eye, barely able to see one side of the arena. From my view, I could see some men had their cocks out, and were furiously milking themselves. Others were laughing, and all the while, the insults kept coming.

The truest insult, however, the only one I took offense at, was that none of these fools understood the true connection between me and this animal they were so willing to pass off as a mindless beast.

It was the only reason why I remained in this pit. The only reason I stayed to fight on. Not for any love of the show or the game. Not for some sad acceptance of defeat. No. I had plenty of chances to escape. No man can take your freedom from you unless you give it up freely.

I remained to ease the burden of the beasts. To do that any way I could.

The familiar spasm inside me erupted, as once again, an onslaught of horse cum sprayed into my womb.

My arms gave out as I was wracked with a powerful orgasm, falling from the horses stomach into the mud of the arena. I felt hot horse semen continue to spray out on me, coating me from head to toe.

The horse was lead away, and guards appeared at my side, hauling me to my feet.

"Get this bitch to her cell." one said, and I was dragged away, stomach bloated, swore, and covered in horse semen.