Lexie Space Cop 4: Gang Warfare

A large scaly fist flew through the air and narrowly missed the face of the shark. Stepping in the aquatic alien counter attacked and landed a blow on the reptile’s midsection.

The crowd roared, with as many cheers of approval as jeers. Tonight would be the night that a long standing turf war would be settled. The night air was sharp with the scent of sweat, drugs, and burnt rocket fuel. 

Razor smirked. “Aw, did I go and hurt the lil lizard?” Her rows of sharp teeth glinting in the spotlight. She wore the bright purple hoodie of her gang, the Street Sharks with pride. It was baggy and hid her slender, but lean build.

Nessie snarled, letting out a low hiss. “Maybe if you had some meat on you you'd be able to throw a decent punch.” The reptile stood a full two heads taller than her opponent, and had three times the mass in total. While she had a layer of fat she had more than enough muscle to back it up. She had on a pair of tight jeans and proudly had on a leather jacket with her biker gang’s name: The Road Lizards

For the longest time the two gangs had engaged in small-scale struggles for supremacy in Hyper City 7, with the only thing keeping the criminal organizations from all out warfare being the threat of a police crackdown. To settle a turf war each gang sent out their best fighter.

Rows of fish and reptiles stood in a loose circle that made up the makeshift fighting pit. The abandoned fight warehouse made for a good arena. Every strike was followed by screaming cheers. 

Razor was happy with her speed, knowing she could outmove the bigger clumsy reptile, but she knew that a solid hit from her would hurt. Of course, the shark could hit her opponent where it hurts. Stepping in she planted her foot into the dirty ground and shot her other between the legs of the reptile. She felt the impact of round orbs on her foot as it made impact on Nessie’s sensitive organs.

The reptile had only a split second to see the leg swinging before it hit, a jolt of dread running through her. It was soon replaced with a jolt of agony as her anatomy cried out. She struggled to stay on her feet, but it was a losing battle as her strength left her and she was brought to her knees, both hands cradling her aching testicles. 

“You bastard.” She muttered through gritted teeth.

Razor was too busy flexing for the audience, taking in the winces of sympathetic pain as well as the cheers that she was winning. The Road Lizard grew furious at this, anger over riding pain as she moved towards her distracted foe and shot an upward revenge fueled punch to the genitals of the shark. Razor’s wide smile transformed quickly into a perfectly round O shape as the pain hit her groin then radiated to her stomach, causing her eyes to cross for a moment. Nessie felt a sense of satisfaction feeling the twin orbs being compressed between her fist and the woman’s hips.

The Street Shark’s knees buckled together as she took a few hobbling steps backwards before falling to her knees as well. “My fuckin nuts, yo.”

“You want to fight dirty, better expect me to do the same.” Nessie stated as she got back to her feet. She stepped forward, grabbing the shark by the front of her hoodie and forcing her to her feet, then higher so her feet no longer touched the ground. The fish didn't know what the other fighter was planning, but did not wish to find out. She curled up her body and brought her knees to her chest. Leaning back she planted both of her shoes onto the chest of the lizard and dug her heels into the fat soft breasts. She extended her legs fully. The Road Lizard didn't let go, the purple hoodie ripping as only tatters remained in her grip. Still, the lizard yelled in agony as her boobs felt like they had just been stepped on.

While the shark was pleased that she escaped the grab, she was disappointed to see the front of her hoodie was torn to shreds, so damaged that it fell off her body and to the ground. Her perky breasts bounced in the open air for all to see, eliciting a few hoots of approval from the onlookers. Her lean muscular arms and toned abs added to her appeal. 

“You fuckin bitch. When I'm done with your fat ass you're gonna be shooting blanks!”

Nessie rubbed her chest for a moment, trying in vain to get rid of the pain. Failing that, she chose to take up a fighting stance. “You won't even have anything down there!”

The two women resumed their fight with renewed vigor, now no longer with their gang’s pride in mind but rather their own personal anger driving them. How dare that bitch hit me in the balls? 

After minutes that dragged on for a brutally long time each fighter breathed heavily and their bodies glistened with sweat. The white undershirt of the lizard got so soaked that her green nipples were showing through. This did give the shark a wicked idea, grabbing the wet garment tight and pulling back with all her might. It tore to shreds, but only after dragging the reptile forward and causing her to step awkwardly to keep balance. This was enough for the shark, who crouched down low and shot a punch to the groin of the lizard. She repeated this, her fists becoming a blur as she momentarily used Nessie’s reproductive organs as speedbags. The lizard cried out in pain, but forced herself to ignore it as best she could. Instead of reaching to her own balls to protect them she reached towards the shark and gripped her tight. Immediately the fish stopped, and let out a high pitched squeal of discomfort. 

Nessie strained and lifted, placing her other hand on the woman's chest and gripping her small breast for support. Squeezing both tightly the lizard lifted the shark high above her head. 

The onlookers, a mix of excitement and discomfort seeing the genital trauma, were able to see where she was looking. They fumbled out of the way as the reptile threw her foe full force into a pile of discarded rebar. The plasteel materials clattered and rolled on the ground. The shark could only flop on the ground, all over her body hurt. She was in so much pain that she did not even notice that her pants had been ruined in the attack, leaving her with only her shoes on. Forcing her eyes open she saw Nessie looming over her, fist raised. Razor rolled last second, feeling the lizard’s fist breaking small cracks in the concrete from the impact. 

The shark’s eyes lit up as she saw that the debris had formed a see saw between the legs of the lizard. She jumped up high and stomped both feet down so the other end flung upward and hit the reptile in her jewels. The rough plasteel gripped the fabric of the woman’s pants on the way back down, ripping them and ruining what was left of the Road Lizard’s clothing.

Both women took a moment, holding their crotches in pain and panting heavily. Sweat dripped from their hot bodies and fell onto the ground. They shot each other looks that could kill before they managed to get up, fully nude to face one another. All hostility was stopped as shock gripped both and in unison they asked each other questions.

Razor yelled. “You only have one penis?”

Nessie yelled. “You only have two testicles?”

The shark sneered. “The fuck you on about? Course I got two balls, and two dicks in case you didn't see. The fuck you supposed to do with four nuts, scalies?”

“What the hell are you going to do with two dicks? And don't get mad you don't have enough balls to please a mate, fin.” The reptile shot back.

Nessie widened her stance somewhat, proud to display her scrotum with four large if very sore testicles. Razor shot back, wiggling her hips to let her twin set of penieses  bounce to better display them.

“You’re tripping, bitches love the double trouble I got!” The shark yelled, stepping forward to get face to face with the reptile

Nessie did not back down, puffing out her chest so it met the chin of the shark. “And I bet you never really filled up a mate with only two balls!”

They both screamed a “Fuck you” And reached between the others’ legs. Each one found an oppent’s testicle and gripped it tight.

“Let go of my ball, fin!” Nessie commanded through grit teeth.

“Scales, you better let go of my nut before I crush yours!” Razor responded.

Neither backed down, using all of their strength to squeeze and twist the organ they held in their hands. Even the battle-crazed crowd looked on in shocked silence, many holding their own crotches as they could only imagine the agony the two women were in.

The two stood face to face, staring the other in the eye even as sweat dripped in pools around them. Bodies shaking and straining to keep going, the gut wrenching pain making both women want to cry in agony. Fingers dug deep into sensitive testicles as they compressed more and more.

“It's gonna pop any second, I can feel it breaking. Then I'm gonna pop the rest of em!” Razor taunted, barely able to squeak out the words.

“I'm going to rip your nuts clean off then eat them!” Nessie grunted out in response.

The ability to speak was lost at this point, as each testicle was on the very verge of rupture. Soon something would have to give.

The warehouse was suddenly bathed in red and blue lights.

“It's the cops!” A member of the crowd screamed. All the members scrambled to escape, running to hover cars or jet bikes.

Nessie and Razor let go of each other in surprise, the fear of going to jail overriding their emotions momentarily.

Razor took one stop before the screaming pain from her squeezed ball robbed her legs of all their strength and she fell to her hands and knees. Nessie did not fare better, simply falling to her knees and holding her tender organ in agony.

Police stormed the building, each one kitted out in riot gear. A rabbit officer ran to the two criminals in pain. 

“Galactic Police, freeze!” Lexie yelled, pointing his electro gun at the two. 

The women knew they had no chance to escape, dragging themselves to their feet as they raised their hands as high as their painted bodies would allow. 

Lexie sighed, walking to the women with a set of magnetic handcuffs. He was dressed in casual street clothes with a laser proof vest and tactical gear put on over it. “You two chose the worst night for this. I work nonstop for months and can't do anything to take care of myself.”

Anger built in his voice as he could feel the unrelieved pressure in his balls. “And when I finally get time to have a romantic night with my wife you idiots pull this!”

Razor could only sneer. “Man, I dont give a fuck about yo-”

Her taunt was cut off as she felt the cold metal of the mag cuff clamp around the base of her scrotum and squeezing. Lexie moved quickly and brought the other half of the cuffs to the lizard and did the same. 

“What the hell, you can't do that!” Nessie screamed in indignation. 

Lexie gave a small smirk as he activated the magnets using his wrist mounted data pad, and the two halves of the device pulled themselves together. The women screamed in pain as both were forced into one another, the metal around each of their balls coming together. Each scrotum was painfully pressed into one another.

“Whine more and I will tighten the cuffs, and I think that will cut off blood flow.”

Razor screamed. “Bitch if you don't get this off!”

Lexie shugged, reaching for his wrist mounted data pad. “No blood flow it is then.”

Both women yelled out apologies in unison, begging for mercy.

“That's better. Stay here and another officer will book you two. Public indecency included in your charges.” With that the rabbit officer made several quick hops to try and catch any more criminals.

The two women were stuck in an awkward face to face, sweat still slicking their bodies. Neither tried to look at the other, even as their testicles rubbed against each other.

“I felt your dicks twitch.” Nessie said with an amused smile.

“Shut the fuck up! I'm not interested in fat ass reptiles.” Razor shot back.

Gnash sat on her bed, face scrunched up in disappointment.  “Bogus man, I tuned in to watch Lexie, not two random bad guys. Ugh, I wanna see some bunny boy boo-tay!”

“Keep it down, I'm trying to read Morn and the walls are paper thin!” Her twin brother Thrash shouted from his own room.

“Your balls are paper thin!”

Thash wanted to shout a comeback, but he knew she got him good with that one.

Winning the battle of wits did make the female raccoon feel better, so she chose to find the vhs of the Lexie bathhouse episode. She was very happy that some anime tropes are universal.

Low Blow Quest 13: Opening Matches

Morn was enjoying her new attire, applying face paint that would give her a skeletal visage. She was in a tent provided by the tournament to allow the contestants to put on their outfits or just rest out of sight of overzealous fans.

“I am flattered you want to look like me.” Clattered the skull wizard Kozor. He sit on on a table and watched Morn apply her makeup with precision he did not expect from one as brutish  as her. 

“Don't flatter yourself, I put this on to honor the most important woman in my life.” 

“Your mother?”

“Nah.” The orc stated flatly. “Never met her. The village shaman Dura raised me like she was her own.”

“A shaman?” If the animated skull had a brow to cock he would have done so. “I wouldn't mind meeting her, I am always interested in learning new kinds of magic.”

Putting on the final touches of her paint she looked over the rest of her outfit. Her arms were covered in a black shoulder length sleeve with white bone patterns. She had on a top that was too high up so as to reveal her underboob and pants that were too low so as to reveal her butt crack. “I am looking good!”

“I'm sure you will knock em dead. Speaking of, just remember no killing.”

Morn placed a hand to her chest in mock outrage. “Please, what kind of savage do you take me for?”

The skull chose not to answer that question, and instead decided to impart some needed knowledge to said savage. “No killing and no weapons are the only real ways to get disqualified. If you are found using a weapon in sight of the referee you will be disqualified on the spot.”

“Only if I am caught by the referee you say?” 

“Yes, for all intents and purposes he is the eyes and ears of Wweef. Any calls made by him are final.”

Morn rubbed her chin, careful not to rub parts with paint. “So if I fool them I can get away with anything.”

“I just got done saying they are the eyes of a god and you immediately start to scheme.”

A man, part of the tournament staff, came into the tent, looking more at a parchment he carried than at the woman. “You're due for the entryway in five.”

The orc girl picked up her skull companion. “What the gods don’t know wont hurt ‘em. Come on, we got a match to win.”

Kozor groaned as he was grabbed. “Try to win fast, there is some sort of anti- magic device that is making me feel sick.”

Morn walked out of the tent and to the fabled Squared Circle. She looked around and saw dozens of rows of benches, each filled with cheering fans. It was arranged much like a colosseum, with rows further back being elevated higher and higher to allow everyone to see. Morn stood at a runway leading to the battleground, a square platform elevated and surrounded by three ropes tied to ring posts at every corner. 

“Reminds me a bit of my home, but ours is a lot smaller. And a pit in the ground.” Morn said, still looking around.

She walked past rows of screaming fans, all eager to see a new battle. She was met by a well-dressed elvish man, who held a speaking stone in one hand. Kozor knew of this device. It was an enchanted rock that would project one's voice to another similarly enchanted stone. This did get the wizard thinking about the anti-magic device that protected the arena from use of spells. It must have been tuned finely to allow only certain types of magic. His wizardly curiosity made him want to find out the limits of this, but it'll have to wait. Their opponent, a burly looking gnoll, seemed to have already made his introduction.

“In this corner, hailing from parts unknown, Morn Nofamilyname!” The elf announced, gesturing towards Morn. She was not sure what to do, as fights in her home village did not have any pomp or presentation like this. He walked towards the orc, holding out the speaking stone. “Tell us about yourself.”

Morn was at a loss for words, and as such she simply let out along “Uh” and heard it amplified and echoed through the stadium.

“Damnit, you have a script!” Kozor clattered in her off hand.

“I do?”

“Yes, remember Max gave it to us?”

She thought back, remembering a piece of parchment the merchant had handed her before she went to the tent, but found it very dull reading.

The skeletal wizard snapped, breaking her concentration. “Lift me up to the stone, you illiterate troglodyte.” 

Morn appreciated the compliment, and did so, raising the bone. The announcer was confused but kept his cool, as there were plenty of other colorful characters to see in these matches and what he assumed was puppetry would be nothing too odd. Kozor took a moment to compose himself before speaking the script he had memorized easily. His voice took a lower, more seductive tone, as instructed by the note.

“Hello, beautiful people. This bout is generously sponsored by Trojan Armor Co.” The skeleton took on the tone of a prostitute trying to fish for customers. “When I am in the middle of a long hard battle and need protection I think of Trojan Armor.”

The crowd responded positively, normally they groaned at the idea of an advertisement but the use of ventriloquism and voice added to it. 

Morn was amused. “Wow, these idiots will cheer for anything, huh.”

Suddenly the audience went silent. All at once they began to jeer and boo the orcish newcomer. 

“What happened? Why are they booing?” Morn asked.

If Kozor had eyes theyd be rolling. “You did just call them idiots.”

“They cheered for dirty talk from a corpse. Would it be better if I called them perverts?”

The booing intensified, with some even throwing small pieces of trash. Morn took this poorly, shouting back every curse she could think of.

The announcer was surprised by this, as usually the fighters try to win the crowd's favor. A man in a black and white striped tunic took the stage, pulling Morn back and shouting at the crowd that if they kept throwing things into the ring they would be removed from the stadium. This was enough to quell the wrath of the onlookers, who settled down uneasily into their seats. 

Morn quickly hopped down, placing Kozor carefully on the small divider separating the audience from the ring. The orc returned to the arena, giving onlookers a good view of her ass as her pants struggled to contain everything. The wizard could practically feel one person reaching towards him. 

“Touch me and you'll be cursed for a thousand years.” Kozor lied, but the short shocked scream let him know the deception was believed.

When Morn returned the match was quickly declared to have started, as the announcer scurried out. The gnoll stood head and shoulders above the orc, even with his forward leaning posture. Thick fur covered his body but even then she could tell he had muscle beneath. All he head on were tight colorful pants made out of the skin of the Creeper in the Water. As such it was very tight and did not leave much to the imagination. The two fighters got closer, the scent of old meat heavy on the gnoll’s breath, causing Morn to fear if his bite would be employed in this bout. 

The gnoll wasted no time, taking a wild swing at the orc. She barely managed to move out of the way in time with the displaced air from the punch lifting her hair. She acted fast, throwing a punch into the brute’s midsection. She felt like punching a hairy rock with how muscled he was. Still, the sharp exhaling of air from her foe let her know it did do something at least.

The two continued, Morn using her superior speed to help keep the gnoll at bay, but even with every counter attack it felt like she was doing little more than annoying him. One swing of his fist turned into an open hand swipe and his claws cut three shallow slashes across her abs. The crowd cheered at this, both for the sight of blood and seeing the one they hated getting hurt.

Morn shot back, launching her foot between her opponent's legs. The tights offered no protection and Morn could feel the twin orbs upon the top of her foot as it made contact. The male let out a high pitch whimper as his hands went to cradle his aching crotch. The crowd turned, all jeering and boos.

“Fuck you all!” Morn shouted, turning and raising a finger at the onlookers. “He clawed me and you cheered.”

The gnoll recovered, getting behind the green woman and wrapping his muscular furry arms around her midsection. He squeezed tight, his sore balls rubbing against her ass as he arched his back to send both fighters backwards in a suplex. Morn’s view was that of the crowd, the sky, then the crowd upside down as she was slammed onto the canvas. She laid stunned for a moment, her skull rattling and her ass the highest point of her body. 

The gnoll rolled over quickly to stand. Morn was slower, still dazed from the slam. She felt the furry hands of her opponent wrap around her neck as he lifted her up. Her feet left the ground and she left to dangle in the air. She moved her hands to the beast’s forearms to try and support herself. He let go with one hand, and moved it to the orc’s behind. His massive hand was able to cover one cheek as he pushed, moving her to face upward as she threw her to the ground full force. 

The orc hit the ground with tremendous force, the air in her lungs forced out. She felt like she was suffocating for a moment, and all she could do was hold her neck to try to breathe again. Her vision was blurred but she could see the referee looking down at her, trying to determine if she could keep fighting. Eyes watering she managed to climb to her hands and knees. With her vision blurring she saw the gnoll had turned to flex to the crowd, lapping up their cheers. She crawled and with all the strength she could muster she threw her forearm between his legs, hitting him in his already sore balls. He let out an even higher scream, this time himself falling to the ground in agony. 

The crowd once more turned, screaming their disapproval at Morn. While her tactics were legal they were not popular. She stood up, coughing before regaining herself.

“You suck!” One man shouted.

Morn ran to the ropes of the ring, leaning on them and pointing an angry finger to the crowd. “Who said that? You wanna fight, get your ass in the ring or shut up!”

She kept screaming to the crowd, challenging anyone to get in and fight her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw something approaching and barely moved fast enough to duck a wooden chair speeding at her. Someone in the crowd seemed to have taken her up and tossed his seat.

The ref took Morn’s place, pushing her back to start to yell and find who had thrown the chair. He was furious someone would interfere with the sanctity of the match and was threatening to toss out whoever did that.

The chair laid sideways in the middle of the ring. Morn thought for a moment, remembering that using a weapon in the ring would be an immediate disqualification. And the referee was the eyes of Wweef and he was looking at the crowd. She saw the gnoll was recovering, getting to his feet. The orc snatched up the chair and with a wicked smile she slammed it on the ground hard enough to cause a loud crash. With that she gently tossed the chair at the gnoll, who in his bewilderment caught it. Morn flopped to the ground, holding her head in over acted pain.

The sound caught the referee's attention, who turned and saw the gnoll holding the chair and the orc on the ground in pain. The gnoll dropped the chair, trying to explain himself. However the ref would not hear it, his anger at this sacrilege overflowing and he called for the match to end. He declared that Morn was the winner by DQ.

The crowd grew even more incensed, their jeering growing even louder. Morn got out of the ring, scooping up Kozor and heading back to the tent. 

“That is one way to beat a bigger foe, I will give you that.”

Morn had a big grin on her face, even as fans threw snacks and empty flagons of ale at her. “I won, that's all that matters.”

One that note, one more flagon was tossed at her, this time it had a fair amount of liquid still inside it. She caught it, and raised it high to waterfall the alcohol into her open mouth. Most of it fell out, spilling onto the green women's breasts. Once she had emptied the container she wiped her mouth and threw the flagon onto the ground hard. She then gripped the underside of her top and lifted, exposing her emerald nipples while making more lewd gestures at the fans as she finished her exit.

Kuni was next to fight, walking up the runway and giving a few waves to the crowd. 

“Now entering the ring we have Kuni Lingus! Oni warrior from the far East!” The announcer blared over the far speaker system, his voice cutting through even the cheer of the rowdy crowd. Kuni made her way into the squared circle, taking the offered up speaking stone. 

While she had no problem being in a crowd, she did feel awkward being put on display like this. The oni knew every person in the crowd was eyeing up every inch of her body. Her bright red skin was accentuated by the leopard print boots and gloves. Her tops and bottom did not do too much to cover her up, her feeling like they had been made a few sizes too small on purpose. She could feel the fabric riding up on her ass, but she was too nervous to dig it out out of fear of how it’d look. 

Then an even worse thought hit her. She was due for a transformation soon. The idea of turning blue in the middle of the fight in front of an entire crowd did scare her. And oddly excited her.

Kuni shook her head, dispelling the thought. Only her male half would like the idea of such exhibitionism. And if she was too worried about things she cannot control she would never win any fights. 

The man leaned in to whisper. “It is live, anything you say will be heard by everyone.” 

The oni cleared her throat before speaking. “I have been informed that I must read a speech to you.”

The onlookers all groaned, already hating being advertised to. Undeterred Kuni continued, speaking in an awkward monotone trying to speak from memory and quoting word for word. “As you can tell I have some large assets. Puff out your chest when saying assets. And I definitely need to keep my girls under control do I use Trojan for these puppies. Smile and wink seductively.”

The announcer leaned in again. “I think some of that was stage direction.”

“I know, I don't care.” She passed off the far speaker, clearly not enjoying needing to objectify herself. 

The man took it up the stone. “Lots of sponsors in this tournament. Now to face off with Kuni we have the one and only Silver Sable!” 

With that a female human took her turn to march out of the other runway. She moved with much more energy and showmanship than her oni opponent, giving  high fives to fans as she ran past. Her outfit was a silvered leather ensemble, complete with a mask that opened at the back to allow her hair to flow outward. She practically dove into the ring, snatching the speaking stone without prompting. 

“What's black and blue and red all over?” She hollered. “Kuni after the Silver Sable is done laying the smack down on her! Can I get a ‘hell yeah?’”

The crowded took up her request and in an awkward unison shouted hell yeah.

“I can't hear you!” She responded, putting one hand to her ear. 

The fans shouted hell yeah again, this time much louder and more forceful. Kuni was impressed by this, and thought she should try something like this for the next fight. The human dropped the far speaker, which crashed down and caused the speakers to give a horrible screech. The announcer grabbed it and shot daggers at the Sable. “Don't just- Alright ladies, let the fight begin!”

The red woman reached out, trying to grapple her foe, but she was too fast and slipped between her arms. Before Kuni could recover the human shot her leg out, hitting the oni in the side of the knee.

Kuni gritted her teeth, the strength in her leg failing as she took to one knee. The leather woman grabbed the oni’s head and threw her to the ground. The Silver Sable turned and climbed the ring post, placing her feet on the topmost rope. In a mighty leap she flipped in the air, extending one arm out and letting the point of her elbow extend out. It slammed full force into the oni’s stomach, forcing all the air out of her lungs. She writhed on the floor, both hands trying to rub away the pain in her abdomen. 

As Kuni lay on the ground she had two thoughts: that really hurt and that was really cool. She had never seen such an acrobatic attack before. 

The oni forced herself back upward and continued the fight. They were evenly matched, with Kuni using her superior strength to help make up for the human’s speed. The oni managed to land a high kick on the leather clad woman’s head and knocked her to the ground. While she was downed Kuni thought about using her Hammer of the Goddess to finish the fight, but she had a different idea. She moved to climb up the ropes, much like her foe. She overbalanced, almost slipping and tumbling into the crowd. The audience did enjoy seeing her trying to keep balance on the ring post, as it did have her cleavage move around amply . She regained her footing and sprung upward as high as she could.

Unfortunately her aim was off, so she could not strike with her elbow. Instead she landed badly on her opponent, the full weight of all her muscle coming crashing down. As she lay on the Silver Sable the referee dove to the ground, putting his face close to the canvas to keep an eye on the leather clad woman’s shoulders. He slammed his hand down, counting loudly.

“One!”

Kuni could feel the other woman struggle underneath, but she was unable to find the strength to get up.

“Two!”

She could feel the struggling grow weaker. The oni thought she had lost her will to fight.

“Three!”

Kuni was elated, happy she had defeated her opponent. It was shattered when she pushed up and heard the human gasping of air. Looking down, the oni realized she had been smothering her with her breasts.

“Ki-ller-Boobs! Ki-ller-Boobs! Awoooooogaaaa!” Every man and most of the females chanted in unison between hoots and hollers

She shot up, face growing redder with embarrassment. She could hear many men in the crowd screaming that they wished they could be the ones who were suffocated. She tried to cover her chest in embarrassment, but was horrified to feel that her nipples were erect, and it felt good to rub them as she did. The oni moved her hands away to not seem like a pervert, but the mixture of her sweat and the drool from the Silver Sable had soaked her top and the material turned see-through. She yelled, running off the ring as fast as her legs would take her. This did have the unfortunate effect of making her breasts bounce like crazy, leading the crowd to cheer even louder.

Glysh was next. She wanted to play things up to the crowd, and decided to have fun. The goblin put up an aloof and edgy attitude. Easily she sprung up, clambering up the ringpost and balancing with skill and grace atop the pole. The audience ate it up.

She did a flip as she landed onto the canvas, but this also did cause her rump to wobble and let out a loud clap. The announcer came up to her, asking to introduce herself. She did so, but put a spin on it. She added as deep of an goblin accent as she could to give it, trying to make herself sound more exotic. Improvising, she spoke in a broken and almost feral form of Common, trying to have some fun with the dumb script she was given while fulfilling her contractual obligation.

She grabbed the arm of the elf announcer, pulling the speaking stone down to her mouth level. She let out a gremlin inspired shrek of anger. “Me love smash smash! Me wanna bash bad man’s head in and take his shiney! But if bad man have Trojan armor me get too scared and bash someone else’s head!” 

She always enjoyed playing into the feral goblin stereotype, as if you got an opponent to think you are a dumb animal it's that much easier to trick them.

A little dumbfounded, the announcer pulled back his arm. He already knew this figher’s name, and he recovered his composure quickly. He had seen many silly gimmicks in his day. Matching her energy he pretended to look scared of the goblin. “Good gods almighty, this one is animalistic. Glysh looks like she is ready to rip someone’s head off. Who here wants to see that?”

The crowded got to their feet, baying for blood. “Will this fercity be enough to compete with the unmatched beauty of Eel Enis!?” The announcer moved his hand to gesture towards the other runway. A human bard came out first and blew into a brass instrument to produce some smooth music. Following close behind was a big beefcake of an elf.

His perfect skin rippled with oiled muscle and he would flex and pose all the way up the walkway. She could see that no inch of him had body hair, only silky smooth flesh. The only thing he had on was a long loincloth that almost dragged to the ground. He had a mane of smooth golden hair, chiseled jawline, and pearly white teeth.

He climbed up the ringpost, all the while pointing and winking at any available female. When he was inside the squared circle he slowly and seductively placed both hands behind his head, and slowly swiveled his hips and ended it in a thrust that made his loincloth bounce. A high pitch chorus of female cheers and whistles sounded all through the stadium. With the crowd amped up he held out his hand expectedly for the annouer. With the far speaker in hand Eel only had one thing to say. “Hello ladies.”

The goblin had to shake her head, trying to get her mind off horny thoughts. She kept her eyes glued on him as he gave his intro, but any words went over her head as she was too busy staring at his body and those bouncing pecs. Despite herself she bit her lip. Why did it have to be a buff sexy elf?

The green woman was too distracted to notice the bell was rung and the hunky elf was fast approaching. He wrapped her up, easily catching the small woman in his strong arms. Glysh had her nose buried deep in the pectoral muscles of the elf, and she didn't mind at all. She managed to look up and see that he had piercing blue eyes.

“Daddy?” She asked, feeling unbelievably flustered.

The elf cocked a smile. “I get that a lot.”

He hopped forward, landing on his belly and pinning the woman to the canvas. This did wake her up enough to have her realize that she was supposed to be trying to win. She wiggled and started to get out when she felt something odd on her thigh.

“Oh, that's his penis.” She thought, feeling the ridge of the head through the fabric of the loincloth. Without thinking her hips moved and started to grind against the elf in a feral attempt to get him hard to start breeding her there and then in the ring.

“His penis is bigger than my leg!” She thought, blood rushing to her face and a quivering in her loins. She felt him start to push up off of her, and for a moment she had hoped he would rip off her ninja garb. Instead he stood up and the referee raised one of his arms in triumph. She realized she had lost the match, much to the disappointment of the crowd who hated the short match.

She peered up at the elf. “You busy later, big boy?”

He only spared her a glance. “Sorry, I like tall girls.”

Journeys of Cyrus: Across the Desert 4

While the adventuring group rested the night was disturbed by a devastating sandstorm. It raged all night and day. The group tried their best to wait it out but to no avail. 

“Do sandstorms usually last this long?” Morn asked as she huddled against the side of the pyramid of Chatuluka, the previous queen.  Wind blasted her face, sweeping her hair into an ugly tangle. Even if they hid themselves from the worst of the storm the winds were still unbearable. 

“No.” Ra-khem-smen-toti replied. Even the large crocodile who lived his whole life in the harsh lands of Djanem could barely manage. “There is something wicked and unnatural about this. If this keeps up we may be buried or torn up by the sands.”

Nena clung to the body of cyrus, nestling herself in the wrap of his loincloth for stability. “That's just lovely, I get a chance to erase my crimes and this happens.”

Ra thought for a moment, a solemn look on his face. “There is one option. I suspect this storm is brought on by the same magic used to kidnap the princess and advisor. Queen Chatuluka was buried with her magical amulet that provided her with a magic dispelling field. It should be able to stop this hellish sand storm.”

The scarab girl rubbed her mandibles together in eager anticipation. Before she could entertain ideas of plundering royal gold and jewels a thick reptilian finger wagged in her face. 

“We will only be taking the amulet. Everything else will be left exactly where it is.” 

He gave the same accusatory glare to the rest of his party. He slumped his shoulders, shame clear upon his face. “Gods forgive me. Desecrating a tomb of a royal is an unforgivable offense. Were the lives of the princess and advisor not on the line I would never think of doing this.”

Cryus gave a reassuring smile and placed his hand on his fellow scalies shoulder. “Fear not, you have my vow I will not take anything besides the amulet. Im sure my companions will be equally as respectful.”

Nena clattered her fingers together for a moment in thought. “Very well, as you are father to my clutch I will grant you this.”

Morn shrugged her shoulders. “I mean, does she really need treasure in the afterlife.”

Cyrus gave her a gentle shove, admonishing her.

“Fine, geeze.” The orc grumbled. “When I die I want to just get tossed in the trash.”

Reasonably assured Ra led the rescue party along the walls of the pyramid, all the while whipping winds and sands scourged their bodies. Eventually he found what he was looking for, a secret passage that went inside to the tomb. It was invisible to anyone who did not know what they were looking for, as it was the faintest depression in the stonework. He pressed his hands on them and the stone sank in and formed an orifice that allowed the group to wriggle their way in. After squeezing in, Ra was first to light up a torch, bathing the plane sandstone hallways with orange light.

“I was expecting something more grand.” Morn commented, some disappointment evident.

“The tombs are not meant for tourists.” He stated with some scorn. “All the grandeur is reserved for her highness’ resting chambers. Her body is in the center of the pyramid, so be careful and stick close to each other. Not even I know what kind of traps lay in wait.”

Nena unfurled her wings, taking point higher above her companions. “What do you mean you dont know?”

“Protecting a royal’s eternal rest is of the utmost importance. There is no reason a royal guard should know the secrets of the tombs. Not even the builders know them fully as they work in groups to keep secrets from each other.”

Morn shook her head. “All this for a stiff.”

Cyrus was the opposite, somewhat awed by the level of respect this kingdom had for their rulers.

The group trekked through the dark and twisting hallways. They were faced with poison tip arrows shooting from alcoves, fake floors that fell to spike traps, and even worse. Eventually they made their way through the many chambers and finally made it to the entrance of the resting chambers. It was a grand hallway with a ceiling that was too high for the light of the torches to reach. Grand pillars lined the foreboding entryway, along with stone soldiers of many shapes and sizes that stood sentry. They were made in the shape of many species, from crocodile to jackal to eagle. Each one gripped stonework arms and seemed ready to defend their queen.

“I see some shiney further in.” Morn shouted eagerly. At the far end of the chamber glinted the gold of the sarcophagus inside of a archway. “I'm sick to death of tombs already.”

Ra still was uneasy, as it seemed odd that there would be no more traps this deep in. The group approached cautiously and when they got midway to the resting chambers itself the scarab called for them to stop.

“Hold.” She sounded, her antenna  strained to listen closely. They all stood in absolute silence for a painful minute. 

All of a sudden she shouted. “Move it, Cyrus!”

Without thinking the dragon threw himself forward. A loud crash was heard behind him. He spun around and saw the arms of one of the stone guardians moved and swung a deadly heavy mace where he was just standing. All at once the rest of the stone men sprung to life, eyes glowed with unnatural energy as they took their first steps out from their guard posts. 

Ra pulled his halberd and shield from his back and took up a fighting stance. “I am a royal guard, I do not seek to desecrate Her Majesty's rest. The current princess life is at risk, stand down!”

The golems did not react to the words and kept marching on to meet the group.

Morn spun her new spear in her hands, holding the deadly point outward. “Looks like we have to do things the hard way.”

Cyrus drew his ax-mace, he was eager to use the new weapon at last. It was a two handed ax with a rounded bronze ball on the head to allow even more deadly force with each swing. The golem that tried to attack him from behind stood to meet him, hefting its shield in one hand and positioning a spear in the other. It jabbed outward with deceptive speed, the pointed tip narrowly missing the dragon’s face. He swung his weapon at his foe, the heavy metal smashing into the stone shield and cracking it to its hand. It crumbled, leaving the golem with only a stump at the end of its arm. It paid no heed to this, swinging its mutliated   arm out and hittind the dragon in the stomach. Cyrus let out a gasp of air, stumbling back. Once more it reeled it spear back and stabbed forward. A buzzing sound was heard and the small bug pushed the hand of the golem so its stab went wide, missing the dragon all together. He took advantage, raising his mace-ax high up then bringing it down to destroy the golem’s head.

“Many thanks!” Cyrus said with a thumbs up, watching the scarab fly off to help the rest of the team.

Ra was doing well, his towering shield fending off the blows of the golems. He pressed his shoulder against his shield and ran forward. The stone soldier was too slow to move away and got smashed when it was caught between the crocodile and the pillar, crumbling to small pieces on the floor. Another moved forward, headless to the defeat of his companion. Ra reacted faster, opening his maw wide and taking the entirety of the golems torso inside it. The sharp teeth dug in deep, securing a deadly grip as the royal guard began to thrash in a death roll. With the golem still in his mouth he began to roll on the ground with such force the limbs shattered as they hit the floor over and over again. Eventually the reptile let go, getting up and leaving the limbless golem to wiggle on the ground.

Morn faced off against her own foe, a bird headed golem that swung a two handed ax. She felt an inadequacy as the others were able to easily break stone with their chosen weapons and hers was built for deadly precision instead of brute force. As the stone man moved she saw that the shoulders and elbows were joints with very thin gaps. She jutted her spear into the space on the shoulder, wedging it deep before prying it with all her might. The stone separated and eventually the entire arm fell limply to the ground. 

The monster did not care, swinging its weapon with its reaming limb down on the orc. She blocked it, muscles straining to keep the weapon at bay. She had been in this situation before and as if by instinct she swung her foot upward between the bird man’s legs. She got her teeth as a sharp pain stung her shin, the bone feeling like it almost broke. She cursed herself, of course it's stones would be made of stone too. Due to the failed kick she was losing ground, but was able to push the monster’s blow aside and it slammed harmlessly to the ground. Morn shot her spear out again, this time hitting the creator in the neck. Her spear’s tip found another gap and she was able to wrench its head from its shoulders.

Due to the dragon’s earlier dodge he found himself cut off from his companion and got a large share of guardians. He was fending them off best he could but their lack of self preservation made them dangerous foes and he needed to fall back to escape danger. He then saw he moved to the archway of the queen’s resting chamber. Before he could do anything more a horrible grinding noise was heard above him. The roof of the archway was descending quickly. He thought to run forward, but the multitude of opponents made it seem too dangerous. Instead he retreated to the chamber.

“Cyrus!” Ra cried out. “Stay alive, we will get you out!”

The dragon could not respond and had to dive to escape the falling stone ceiling. As it slammed to the ground he pulled his tail to his hands, happy that it was not crushed flat. He then realized that he found himself in total darkness, any light from the hallway was totally blocked off. He fumbled around his gear, trying to remember if he had a spare torch on him. Suddenly the room flaired with light, lanterns all along the room sprung to life with an orange flame. He had to squint his eyes at the sudden burst of illumination. When they adjusted he was amazed to see gold and jewels piled all around him. Precious stones, engraved figures, and jewelry of all shapes and sizes were stacked all around him in great heaps. In the middle of the chamber stood a stone table. It was simple in its design and Cyrus could only guess it was meant for offerings or religious purposes. Beyond it a great sarcophagus loomed large. It was decorated and painted in gold and black to look like a menacing jackal female. 

The dragon was unsure what to do, the temptation  of the gold was calling to him. He remembered his vow and held his hand. Instead he looked around, trying to see a way out. A loud boom was heard and pale lights flickered around the coffin. The door opened slightly and boney fingers reached through the gap. It pushed it open, revealing a sunken decayed body wrapped tight in bandages. Its flesh was long gone and its frame was ghostly thin. Cyrus took a step back, gripping his weapon uneasily. He had very limited experience dealing with the undead and truth be told forced from beyond the grave unnerved him greatly. With nowhere to run he steeled his nerves and prepared to fight. 

Energy swirled around the corpse as it took uneasy  steps forward. The gaunt form began to fill in, flesh forming on the bones and filling out the bandages. The only thing adorning her was a deep green jewel set in a golden necklace. Jet black fur formed and puffed out, forming a shapely body. Before the dragon knew it the image of feminine beauty stood before him. She looked like Queen Seb-tet, only older. While some of the hair on her head began to gray she was stunningly beautiful. The bandages struggled to hold in the swelling breasts and widening hips.

“Ugh Im so stiff, how long has it been?” Chatuluka stretched her newly formed body, joints cracking as they finally moved after decades of stillness.

“I…” Cyrus muttered, dumbfounded. “I dont know.”

The queen rested her eyes on the dragon and soon a sly grin grew on her plump lips. She noted the black and gold patterns of his scales. “Oh, I see. You're one of my descendants, come to pay tribute to the great rulers who came before.”

The black dragon put away his weapons. “No, I am not a descendant. I came here because we need help.”

Chat swayed her hips deliberately as she moved to the dragon. She was a full head shorter than him, but moved with all the confidence of the queen. “If you are not royal then you shall serve.”

“I really can't, we are on a mission to-”

He was silenced when the queen placed a single finger on his maw. “You don't seem to understand. A queen does not ask nor is she questioned. Its been years since I had a good lay and you look like a prime cut of hunk.” 

She lowered her hand, gliding the fingers across the muscles of his chest and down to his crotch. She gently grabbed his dick over his loincloth and bit her lip.

Cyrus thought for a moment. The rest of the group was working to get him out and there was probably not much he could do so may as well keep the queen entertained while they waited. Not to mention her attitude was turning him on something fierce, he loved powerful women. The two embraced, with the queen greedily feeling up the muscles of the dragon. She groped them eagerly, happy to feel the strength behind them. Cyrus couldn't help but flex for her, giving her more to feel up. 

“Take these blasted bandages off me.”

Cyrus did as instructed  , hooking a finger within the fabric to begin to unwrap her. Chat grabbed the dragon’s chin to look him in the eye. “I said TAKE them off of me.”

He smiled, and pulled at the bandages. They ripped free and exposed the woman totally bare. His eyes lit up upon seeing that her nipples were an even brighter gold than the treasures of the room they stayed in. Her breasts bounced as they were finally freed, each one as large as the woman’s head. 

Chat walked to the stone table, swaying her hips with each step and making sure her shapely ass gave a delicious bounce  with every movement. She lay on her back and spread open her legs, reavealign that her vaginawas just as golden as her nipples. She motioned with one finger for the dragon to approach and he did so, crawling to a stop and hovering over the woman. His erect dick rest atop her abdomen. He deliberately let his balls move so they rubbed against her moist slit, feeling the warmth of her sex on his scrotum. He lowered and let the underside of his dick rest against her stomach and it almost reached up to her breasts.

“You tease.” The woman cooed. “I hope you know how to use that thing.”

“Do not worry, your majesty. I have a lot of experience.”

He moved his hips, sliding the tip of his dick to meet her slit. It slid in easily, even with the size difference. The dragon’s mouth contorted to form an ‘O’ shape as the silky smoothness of her womanhood sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through him. He was experienced with sex and stuck his dick in many orifices but nothing could compare to the sensation of the queen’s royal pussy. He kept pushing, forcing himself to go slowly lest he blow his load too quickly. His nails dug ugly gashes into the side of the table they both lay upon.

“Don't feel bad, few can handle the royal bloodline’s sex for too long.”

She was trying her best to keep her regal and aloof demeanor but Cyrus could see that even sliding his dick inside her was causing her a fair amount of pleasure too. The dragon forced himself to focus, not wanting to cum too early. He pumped into her, starting off at a reasonable pace before speeding up once he gained some confidence. Looking down at the queen his eyes did not know where to rest. Chat herself bit her lip and met his gaze with a lusty look. He went lower, and with a sense of male satisfaction could see that his dick was so large that her stomach bulged to accommodate the sheer girth. His eyes went up, looking at the woman’s breasts as they bounced up and down rhythmically to his thrusts. 

She saw where his eyes rested and cupped her own boobs and gave them a squeeze to help tantalize him further. Cryus cursed, feeling his resolve reaching its limits already. This royal pussy is something else. 

“Perhaps we can change positions?” Cyrus asked, feeling sweat forming on his brow.

The queen considered this for a moment, deliberately drawing out the decision. “Very well, I will grant you this.”

Cryus pulled out, seeing that the woman’s natural nectar dripped out. With all that lubrication and the innate  velvet smoothness of her body no wonder he struggled so. Still, he knew he needed an edge, and looked around for the right tool to use. His eyes rested on a circlet of gold. He had seen these used to wrap around the arms of civilians . While it was nowhere near big enough to get around his biceps he needed it for a different reason. He moved it to his dick and pushed it on all the way to the shaft. He learned of this trick so that he would stay hard much longer from a group of particularly insatiable hyenas. 

He was worried about his vow he made to Ra, but seeing how this was the queen’s treasure and she did not stop him he figured it would be fine.

“It suits you, darling.” Chat mused, walking to the treasures and listlessly picking up more with no thought of what she was grabbing. She draped a couple necklaces over the dragon’s neck; the clashing colors of the precious stones, silver, and golds provided a stunning display. She took up some jewelry and adorned herself as well. She didn't care for the visuals , but loved showing off some opulence. 

She pointed to the table. “Now lay down for me.”

Cryus did so, feeling the warmth still left from when she was atop it. The woman got on top of him, sitting atop his belly and pushing her ass so each cheek surrounded his dick. It was clear she wanted to toy with him more, but her own lusts screamed to be satisfied and she pushed her hips up and positioned her hips above his penis. It bobbed once with anticipation. Chatuluka sat down, fully taking his manhood within her. The dragon let out a shameless moan, a low growl of delight. She bucked her hips, grinding back and forth to feel his dick deep within her. It was getting too much for the dragon and instinct took over. He grabbed the woman's hips and pushed up with his legs, bobbing her up and down rapidly and roughly.

“Yes, you brute! Just like that.” The queen screamed out as she threw her head back. She was sweating as well, and the dragon delighted with every stray drop that landed on him. The clanking of their haphazardly adorned jewelry was drowned out by their chorus of grunts and moans. Cyrus pushed harder, picking up his speed to new heights.

With a forceful upthrust the dragon saw the head of the woman pop off. He stopped dead, brain not fully comprehending what his eyes were seeing. He watched as the head rolled off her shoulders and fell to the ground. He looked back up and fear gripped his heart as he saw the headless body atop him.

“I didn't say stop!” The feminine voice sounded besides him.

The dragon let out a rather undignified scream as he turned to see the queen's head moved like it was still attached. 

“Calm down. I guess my undead body isn't completely put together properly.”

“I-” Cyrus stumbled over his words, relieved but still worried. “Are you all right?”

“I am dead, but fine otherwise.” She explained as the body of the woman waved hello to him.

Cryus did take a moment but accepted the situation. He did watch her walk out of her grave like a corpse and she was so life-like that he forgot she was undead. He was relieved that neither the head nor neck were bleeding.

The body moved to get off the dragon. It got on its hands and knees and raised its ass to Cyrus. The head spoke. “This does give me an idea. Fuck me like this. Pick up my head and shove it deep into your rear.”

Cyrus raised a brow at this. The idea did intrigue him. “Are you sure, I did work up a sweat just now, not to mention all the time in the desert.”

“That is why I want to get in there. Now stop talking back and really shove me in deep. And shove yourself in deep.”

The dragon let out a chuckle, more than interested to see how this would play out. He cupped his fingers under the neck stump, trying to figure out the best way to hold her. Deciding this grip was good enough he moved and quickly put his dick back into the woman. Reaching back he pushed the queen’s face hard into his backside. She wished for rough  and rough she shall receive. Wasting no time Chat’s tongue lapped up around his behind, licking up at his hole with dexterous ambition. The sensation almost robbed the dragon of his strength but he pushed up, using his free hand to hold the body’s hips and thrust in fully. Looking down he was happy to see that her anus was as gold as the rest of her sensitive areas. 

It was a little awkward to need to hold the queen’s head to his ass as he hit her from behind but the sheer pleasure was more than enough to keep him interested. For a moment he worried she would need air, but seeing as her head wasn't attached to her lungs he figured if she needed to breathe her body would let him know. The woman pushed her tongue and penetrated the dragon’s ass. It kept up, finding its way to his prostate gland. The dragon let out a bellowing roar as his limit was hit. His balls contracted and after having been teased for so long shot a powerful load. The metal of his makeshift cockring strained and broke, the pumping of virile seed being too powerful to be contained. He shot load after load into the queen’s vagina, her stomach expanding to accommodate the volume of cum. He could hear the queen moaning into his behind. This pushed him more and he kept thrusting until he knew every last drop of this orgasm was spent. White globs of his semen fell to the ground and pooled around his feet. Finally, when the last of his energy was pent, he pulled out and a torrent of cum spilled from the golden slit. He moved his head and fell to his own rump to rest.

“And that's why we had to enter your tomb.” After taking a breather Cryus finally remembered why he was there to begin with and had explained his adventure up to this point. “We need your amulet to keep up our rescue mission.”

“Hold on, you fucked my daughter?”

Cyrus was unsure if she took offense to this. “Yes?”

“And it wasn't mind blowing?” She leaned in, having put her head back on her shoulders.

“Yes, I have to be truthful. She felt nothing like you.”

“No that cannot be right.” Chat mused. “Her cunt was even better than mine, I felt it a ton of times.”

Cyrus desired greatly to press her on that because he wanted to hear more but chose to stay on topic. “The advisor and princess were kidnapped, she could be having an off day.”

Chat took offense. “I've seen her laying still and disinterested and still mighty warriors passed out from a few thrusts. Royals do not have ‘off days.’ Something is deeply wrong. That is not my daughter.”

“Are you sure?” The dragon asked.

“Completely. You must take my amulet back to the capital and use it to dispel whatever magic is making that suspicious imposter look like my Seb-tet.” She finished her magic amulet from the mess of other jewelry at her neck and handed it to the dragon.

He accepted it, putting it around his neck for safekeeping. “My companions are working to rescue me, so we do have some more time to ourselves.”

“You have more energy to spare? I like that in a servant. When I reigned I needed a good fucking every night and there were precious few who could satisfy me.” She said as she stood up and guided the dragon to do the same. She pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him. 

“I think you will find I have a lot of energy to give to a beautiful woman.” He said as he pushed his lips to meet hers.

A deafening crash sounded as one of the walls gave way. Standing in the new passage was Ra, Morn, and Nena. “We found the thinnest part of the chamber and hurried to-”

Any further words died in the crocodile's mouth as he stared open mouth at the dragon. The orc and scarab joined in, stunned into silence at what they saw. Cyrus was confused but realized the reason for the stupefaction when he turned back to look at the queen. She looked as she did when she was in the sarcophagus, all bones.

She popped back into her living state, snorting with laughter. “By the gods, the looks on your faces!”

She kept on cackling, leaning over to keep herself from falling over. 

The royal guard’s expression softened, but he still clearly had no idea what was happening.

Cyrus took a seat on the stone table. “I will explain everything, as soon as I collect myself.”