#stud oc

"Zaun, are you ready to rumbleeeeeeee!!!"

The announcer's enthusiastic voice rang out through the dimly lit venue. Some odd cross between a bar, fight ring, and club, the Pits were a rather infamous location where bored topsiders, idle chembarons, and the common sumprat went to revel in the chaos and thrill of blood. Those lower on the rung could hope to fatten their slim wallets by betting on the winner, while those at the top saw the Pits as a pet investment.

"Returning to the ring! You all know her, some of you can't stand her sight: In our left corner, Bruise the Butcher!"

The thick doors creaked open as the chirean bounced on her clawed toes, rolling out her thick neck and cracking her knuckles. Her claws lightly knicked her own skin, sharpened and twitching to rend flesh.

Her lips curled upward in a teeth-baring smirk, more snarl than mirthful. The effect was made more fearsome by the black paint streaking the gray fuzz of her face, neck, and shoulders. Outside of the wraps on her hands, the only thing she wore was a twisted cloth armband and a pair of dark brown and unbuttoned breeches. Her ample figure alone held the pants up, and the buttons were undone and folded over the waist, showing off the lighter insides. With a fist up to the crowd, Bruise jogged to the center of the dusty arena, spinning around and pumping her arms to hype the throng of bloodthirsty viewers. The reception was strong; she was the most popular performer that season, drawing the biggest crowds and making the Pits themselves far more infamous.

The roar of the audience was only matched by the rush of blood in her large, fanned-out ears, which filtered through the bright arena lights through the thin pink flesh. It was likely louder, but blocked somewhat by the cotton-wrapped wax earplugs that nestled inside them. That same light halo'd her freeforms, a nest of coils and locs framing her face and sprouting from her head in thick shapes. Her whole body tensed and twitched, just waiting for the moment she could tear through whoever walked through those doors next.

"And in our right corner, we have Kraken the Killer!"

A slightly shorter fighter, a fish vastaya of some sort, sauntered out from another set of doors on the opposite side of the ring. He was stocky and clearly no easy prey. He met Bruise in the center, the air pulsating with electricity from them as they stared each other down. Or rather, as Kraken stared up. The pro's mere presence seemed to overshadow him.

The pit wasn't clean entertainment. Competitors were screened for weapons, but all manner of drugs went unconfiscated, maiming was allowed, and it wasn't unheard of for a fighter to be straight-up killed. So there would be no touching of gloves or wrapped fists. Just two people waiting to beat the shit out of each other until one stopped moving.

"Ready? Set—"

The fighters settled into their stances while the announcer drew the last word out. An electric silence fell upon the arena. No one moved as the crowd seemed to hold its breath.

"Fight!"

The bell made a deafening clang throughout the ring, kicking off the fight. Bruise lunged forward with frightening speed, before almost everyone in the audience even had time to blink.

Kraken barely dodged an incoming hook, only to fall right into a sharp knee that knocked the air from his body with a sickening crunch. The scent of blood filled the air, and Bruise grinned. She'd be finishing this in no time at all. She ducked down to yank him into her thick arm, bicep cutting into his airway.

Hissing in pain, blue gills trembling, Kraken wrestled his way out of her headlock, sinking his teeth into Bruise's arm and ramming his elbow repeatedly into her right ribs.

A loud gasp came from the crowd as Bruise folded over slightly, her right side rapidly filling with blood. She'd been careless, too eager to close the match seamlessly without making sure the fish was gutted properly. Rolling back onto her feet, Bruise studied Kraken carefully, slowly stalking her way to them with a tight guard and light feet. She chuckled low in her throat the whole time, before launching a haymaker at Kraken's head.

Snorting derisively at Bruise, Kraken fixed his stance and shook off the hit. Whoever his patron was had clearly pumped him with enough shimmer to take a blow like that head-on. Keeping her elbows tight to their side and their chin down, Bruise shifted to keep her guard and stance impenetrable. Kraken's eyes narrowed as he adopted a similar posture, the two testing each other's guards tentatively. Sweat ran down her fluffy brows, mixing with the thick black paint that obscured half her face and into her large eyes.

“Come on, bitch!” snarled Bruise, throwing up her fists. The fish vastaya grinned, and the two circled each other warily, waiting for just the right time to dive back in.

The chirean broke first, barreling in and immediately going for his kidney. Kraken blocked it just in time to sock her in the nose, laughing maniacally at the wounded chitter she released. Unfortunately for him, that was all the time she needed before she shook out her head, her large ears flapping, and knocked him into next year with a fist to the gut. Bruise followed it up with a claw swipe to the face, narrowly missing his eye. The second he doubled over, she landed a knee right into his nose, blood smearing the cloth of her breeches. Kraken let out a warbled screech of pain.

“Aw, we was jus' havin' fun!” She growled, grabbing him by the collar and head-butting him so fiercely his own nose crunched again. She was about to finish things when a pair of claws lanced across her side. She whimpered loudly in pain. “Shit!”

Bruise released her opponent to clutch at her wound, and the fish vastaya trilled, his aquatic voice grated by the toll their fight took on him. He yanked Bruise back by her thick freeforms and punched her square in the face. Blood poured into one eye, stinging it as Bruise squeezed it shut. The world swam as red sprinkled across her vision, the fog of a knockout prowling the edges of her mind. A kick to the solar plexus followed, and Bruise dry-heaved, coughing out a bloody glob of snot on the dusty ground. Black dots winked in and out of existence, and her limbs felt heavy as he grabbed her by the throat and drew his fist back, ready to deal a finishing blow. But it would never be that easy to take her out.

“Got ya,” rasped Bruise through a busted lip, grasping the incoming fist before crushing it. At her opponent's pained cry, she kicked out his knee, the bones snapping at that angle, and landed a clean right hook on his jaw. Kraken was on the ground and, wasting no time, the chirean straddled him. Bruise pummeled his face in with both wrapped fists, relishing in the give of flesh and bone between her claws. The fish vastaya's own weakening warbles of pain got a deep, full-body cackle out of Bruise, fangs bared and streaked in her own blood. The bell brought her back to herself, and not bothering to glance down at the bruise and mottled mess underneath her, the chirean stumbled to her feet.

The arena was deathly quiet, as if it was somehow scandalized by the violence every asshole in that crowd paid to watch. But it was her spilled blood and the blood under her claws that just made their night. She gave them the show they wanted, and spitting out the blood that pooled in her mouth, Bruise raised a singular fist high. The Pits erupted, screaming her name, as they fucking should.

Every time Bruise disappeared behind the thick doors concealing the pit, the roar of a crowd well-fed dimmed into a murmur. Tonight was no different; her body aching and sore but still simmering from the high of her victory. She laughed and gloated her way through the other fighters' congratulations and found her way to her corner, fishing out her earplugs and tossing them in a basket beside a ratty couch. She fished out an expensive flask of bilgewater imported vodka from a large chest beside the couch, which only she and her patron had the keys to. Bruise barely had the opportunity to undo her wraps before another door creaked open and a hush fell over the typical locker room buzz.

"Everyone. Out."

Bruise rolled her eyes as she collapsed on the couch, legs spread and head thrown back. She was still twitchy from the fight, but made no move to get up while the rest of the fighters practically booked it. Sevika had come for her after all. So Bruise sprawled back down on the couch, nursing the flask while her ribs and torn-up abdomen complained with each movement. When Sevika pulled back the lattice standing divider to Bruise's area, cigar still lit between her dark lips, the pitfighter made no move to greet her.

"Not bad tonight."

"Not bad? Just made your ass four times richer and best you got is "not bad"?" Bruise scoffed, voice thick and hoarse. The fight still hadn't left her blood, roaring in her ears as she pretended to be the picture of calm. Her breathing betrayed her, though, ribs expanding and heaving under the weight of an exhale. She barely made an effort to wipe her face, sweat causing the paint to run into her eyes, mixing with some of the blood that had splattered there. Sevika snorted as she advanced on the chirean, boxing her in against the ratty couch and propping a boot up on it.

"Relax," Sevika chuckled, amused as she gripped the back of the couch with her more lethal hand. The smoke of her cigar puffed between them, tickling Bruise's nose. "S'not the only reward I got for you."

Bruise felt her heart jump into her throat, still pretending not to be keyed up while she leered at her patron. Sevika, Silco's right hand and Zaun's scariest lady, was eye level with her. The two's build was similar, though Sevika largely concealed hers under a red cloak draped over the left side of her body. Both their arms and legs were corded in thick muscle, earned by years of struggle. But whereas Sevika had some lofty cause or other to dedicate her life to, Bruise had only done so to make a name for herself and get her next fix. She was leaner, and her chest sported full pecs with thick scarring running underneath the muscle, where Sevika was fuller, with heavy tits that strained at the oddly fashioned shirt and vest she usually wore. A large warm brown hand ran along the back of her neck, and Bruise's breath hitched.

It wasn't unusual for patrons to fuck their champions, and Sevika was no exception, though that part of their working relationship had developed separately. The first time was phenomenal, introducing Bruise to how it felt to be handled by a woman of her stature. The memory itself was intoxicating, and she'd even earned herself a warrior scar from that encounter, marring the flesh on her good knee. So the second the underboss touched her, Bruise felt herself dampen and stiffen, her body instantly yearning for a different kind of fight.

"Whoa, you can't lemme wash off first?" the chirean teased, her painted, streaked eyelids already low and her large ears twitching. The thin fuzz of her gray body was run through with sweat. Sevika shook her head, a serious gleam in her steely eyes, and Bruise barely held back chirps in the back of her throat. She was holding out for her other reward, too. "Whatever you tryna do, you better have my shit. I'm busted up right now."

Sevika shook her head with a laugh and pulled back, ashing out her cigar before producing two vials of shimmer. This wasn't like the street-level product that left users with nasty purple ulcers. No, this was the good shit, refined and able to close wounds cleanly, leaving one feeling invulnerable. Power in a bottle. Though Bruise never fought while high, more from ego than any sense of honor, she craved the invincible feeling that flooded her senses off a taste. "What kind of patron you take me for?"

"How generous."

Sevika held out one vial to Bruise, who reached for it immediately, only to pull it back. Bruise frowned then glanced down between them as Sevika unbuckled the front of her pants with one hand, pulling out her intended means of healing her pitfighter.

Thick, ridged silicone encased a series of purple tubes that ran along a maneuverable core, forming a phallus. Bruise's eyes widened as she noted how the tubes seemingly bubbled and sloshed. It was connected to a high-quality series of straps around her patron's flared hips. The chirean watched, enraptured as Sevika began to stroke over it, slowly. It looked like she could feel it, thrusting lightly into her own touch rather than grinding it against herself.

"You could knock it back the way you're used to," Sevika started, her own low voice laced with lust. "Or, I could fuck you better. Your choice."

Bruise's brown eyes flickered back up to Sevika's grey ones, wide and wanting. She swallowed thickly and nodded. Somehow she'd already forgotten the searing pain of her injuries and reached a clawed hand up to grip Sevika's nape, smashing her bloody lips against her patron's smoke-stained ones. "Kiss" was too kind a word for it, as the chirean gave into the restlessness under her flesh and sank her needle-like fangs into Sevika's lips, squeaking in pleasure while her long tongue bullied its way into her patron's throat. Blood seeped into the exchange, smearing over the two's mouths.

The chirean's claws wandered up to tug off Sevika's cape and undo the closures on her shirt. She relished in the deep moans that echoed back into her own mouth. Hurriedly, Bruise managed to yank the thick canvas and leather off of the older woman, and instantly sank thin claws into the warm expanse of her back, raking them down planes of muscle. Sevika sighed raggedly into the pitgfighter's greedy maw, and Bruise opened her eyes long enough to catch the flutter of Sevika's own.

The pain she dealt was returned in kind as Sevika bit down on her tongue, hard, pulling a wounded chirp from the chirean's throat. Then her patron's warm hand migrated up into her thick hair, long fingers wrapping around a section of freeforms and yanking hard. Instantly, a dozen pinpricks of pain smarted from the base of Bruise's skull.

"Killed it out there," Sevika muttered, voice thick with lust and robbed of breath. The dark paint on her lips smeared and streaked her blood and that of her champion. The cold claws of her left hand traveled down Bruise's abdomen, grazing the barely scabbed-over claw stripes on her left ribs. Bruise shuddered, hips already rolling off the patched-up cushions to chase her patron's touch, dampening her breeches almost immediately. "That's my lil' champion."

"Finally," Bruise laughed around an oncoming whimper. She wouldn't give that comment any more weight than it deserved. This was her reward for making good on the woman's bets, nothing more. She lifted her hips so Sevika could wrestle her ass out of her breeches. "Some fuckin' appreciation."

Sevika snorted, but to her credit, said nothing, finally muscling down the brown cloth to find her champion wet beyond belief. Bruise's tendency to go commando, along with her aversion to belts, usually irked the underboss, but tonight, she was grateful for the ease of access. Like most chireans, Bruise's abdomen was a light pink, where thin gray fur transitioned into smoother skin. A darker grey pattern of wiry curls covered her cunt and inner thighs. From her lips protruded a large clit, fat and nearly the length of her little finger. The welcome side effect of a year of shimmer use. It twitched and stiffened as cold air wafted over it, and Bruise's buff thighs trembled. The anticipation and previous make-out hadn't done anything to diminish the quake of her body from the earlier fight, a low growl brewing in the back of her throat.

Switching hands, Sevika pinched Bruise's bottom growth between her warm thumb and forefinger, slowly stroking her to full mast. The chirean let out a little warbling sound as her breathing picked up. Her pupils tripled in size, and her eyes, big and glossy, pleaded with Sevika not to tease her, not when adrenaline contracted every one of her muscles randomly, and she could smell the sickly sweet floral scent of shimmer just out of reach. Her full lips fell open as her pink nostrils flared. Remaining controlled quickly became a chore. Her patron noticed and pumped her hand back and forth even faster, pulling out whinier gasps from Bruise's throat.

"F-fuck, man," she grunted, slick gushing down the pink of her inner thighs as Sevika jerked her back and forth. She gripped the back of the couch to brace herself, claws tearing open the thin fabric and exposing more stuffing. Bruise's vision blurred, all her nerves on edge, yet nowhere fried enough to cum immediately. She pressed her forehead against her patron's, panting with a grimace. "Quit playin' and fuck me already."

Sevika's eyes locked back onto hers, lips curling around the pipe still in her mouth while her hand kept moving. "Ask nicely and maybe I will."

That was enough to set her off. Bruise snarled and grabbed Sevika by the shoulders, flipping them around with frightening speed. The cigar went flying, forgotten in some corner of the room. The tightly coiled energy in her body sprang as she gripped the back of the couch. Her face was drawn in a snarl, and her thick biceps flexed while she glared at her patron. The sapient portion of her brain told her the woman under her could easily destroy her. After all, Bruise wasn't a killer on purpose… not like Sevika. But she was wild with want, and not in the mood to be chastened. And that made her just as dangerous right now.

"Don't do that shit. Not tonight," Bruise hissed, breeches still under her ass, pussy still dripping. Sevika lazily eased back into the couch, arms spread and a grin on her face. The fight was over, but Bruise's body braced to attack, all instinct. Bruise knew a little feral behavior didn't throw the older woman; it was why Sevika often sought her out after a match. She liked the chirean like this: on edge, barely a person, desperate for a fix and any release. And that's why Sevika gripped just underneath Bruise's jaw, the claws of her left hand squeezing the bulging veins on her champion's neck, her head cocked to the side. The woman bared her own teeth in a grin.

"You makin' a mess of yourself and you wanna act hard?"

"What I want," they snarled, eyelids already fluttering from her grip on their throat. "Is my damn fix. Fuck me now."

Sevika laughed while her right hand migrated back to Bruise's straining length, then underneath, between her folds, and slipped two fingers in with no trouble. Bruise immediately rocked her hips down on the thick digits, chittering happily while her head dropped onto Sevika's shoulder. It was almost ridiculous how easy she became once she got what she wanted. Even as she struggled from the vice grip of her patron's left hand, Bruise wheezed and whimpered, fucking herself onto the warm and calloused digits.

"Damn ingrate," Sevika laughed, cruelty lacing her words. "Back you the most outta any better out there, and you still can't mind your manners?"

Bruise couldn't answer between fingers that now fucked back into her, curling hard towards the front, and the claws at her throat, pressing firmer and firmer on the arteries leading to her brain. Her vision swam with black dots, and her mouth hung open, long tongue lolling out. Her claws were still lodged in the couch, needing something else solid to hold her together as her cunt spasmed around Sevika's hand. The long pink muscle ghosted the bare skin of Sevika's shoulder, and in a daze, Bruise laved it along the thick column of her patron's neck, whining and squeaking when the clean sweat hit her tongue. She pressed her lips to it, above the leather choker her patron never removed, and lavished sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along the thick column. But of course, she couldn't help herself, and Bruise placed the points of her fangs to warm brown skin.

The pressure at her neck and fullness in her cunt suddenly disappeared, and the chirean gasped, her mind finally clearing. She fixed her mouth to complain right as those hands wrenched her away from her patron by the back of the neck. Pissed, Bruise's hand flew to Sevika's neck in kind, and all hell broke loose.

Grey eyes took on a lavender hue, and Sevika launched both of them off the couch. She slammed Bruise into the wall with a grunt, not minding the wounds on her midsection. Bruise gasped, winded, before laughing low and raspy, giddy over the oncoming tussle. Her tongue lapped at the blood on her busted lip, running over her fangs as she dodged an incoming forearm to her throat. Ducking, she wrapped both arms around Sevika's thighs and barreled her weight forward, forcing Sevika to the ground. Bruise quickly wrapped her claws around both wrists, metal and flesh, but in her haste, she ripped open her fresh scratches, and she shouted in pain.

Sevika, seizing her opportunity, wedged her knee up to her champion's gut for leverage and kicked Bruise away from her with a grunt. The chirean scrambled to sit back up when metal claws closed around her throat again and warm fingers tangled in her hair. Her patron straddled her, the strap at her hips lying flush against Bruise's abdomen and her dark hair coming undone from the half-pony she wore. A few strands stuck to her face, and the tint of shimmer hadn't left Sevika's eyes as her steaming and hissing arm pumped her with a good dose at the first spike of her own heart rate.

Finally. This was what Bruise had craved the entire night. She reveled in the strength that grappled her into submission, rendering her own useless even as her body flexed and rolled in struggle. Despite this being the exact outcome she'd hoped for, the pitfighter still bucked her hips trying to dislodge Sevika. In warning, the metal fingers tightened around her paint-smeared neck, and Bruise stilled, eyes narrowing. Sevika watched as Bruise's glare fought to maintain its vicious edge before going glassy. Her breathing grew ragged, but Sevika adjusted her grip, watching it even out just a bit.

"Had enough? Or do I gotta kick your ass again?"

"Damn cheater," Bruise laughed, voice bubbling around some of the blood in her mouth, teeth still wet with it. "Fuck you, Sev."

The grip around her neck tightened again, and Bruise saw stars, a thicker but giddier laugh leaving her lips. As usual, Sevika would put her through her paces before ever letting her get a drop of the promised remedy.

"You're impossible," the underboss chuckled, cruel and joyous, finally slipping her warm hand back between Bruise's legs. Her champion was soaked, and the slide back in was easy. Sevika didn't take her time now, fucking Bruise at a demanding pace while she rubbed at the tip of their overgrown clit with her thumb. Her dark lips stretched in a sadistic grin as Bruise tried to whine out her pleasure. Her large brown eyes rolled upwards, and her pink nose twitched as she rolled her hips back onto her patron's hand. Forced to lie there and take it, Bruise finally gave herself over to her baser mind, happy squeaks and clicks echoing in the empty locker room. Her claws scraped at the arm around her throat while she panted, jaw slack. "All that bitchin' jus 'cus you gotta be ragdolled before you're fucked?"

Bruise couldn't answer verbally, the words robbed from her throat with each squeeze of metal and squelch of Sevika's fingers. She hissed, fangs bared and dripping with blood and spit as Sevika stretched her open, muscles coiling and twitching beneath her patron. She squeezed down on thick fingers rhythmically, and tears leaked at the corners of her now closed eyes. Sevika's eyes narrowed, and she wrenched her hand out from Bruise's cunt, slick and filthy with the chirean's denied release.

Sevika released her throat, bracing the warm metal of her palm against their inner thigh instead, and Bruise immediately gasped, coughing as oxygen flooded her brain again. Sevika braced her right hand on the floor and brought her own full lips to the thick hanging clit, bowed nose brushing the side of it as she inhaled. Bruise whined sharply and high, hips fighting Sevika's grip in a plea for more friction. The chirean knew how disgusting their benefactor could get, but the fact that Sevika downright demanded to bury her face between their legs after a match still made Bruise's back arch clear of the floor. That tongue, thick and skillful, curled along the underside of the pitfighter's clit. It spread her fat lips, covered in coarser hair than the soft down that ran along the gray portions of their body, and dipped into her hole, gaping from the prior stretch of Sevika's fingers.

"Oouu, fu—ck!" Bruise groaned, hands shooting down to tangle and yank in the older woman's hair while their hips bucked up again. The immediate pierce of their patron's own claws said what her currently occupied mouth could not: "shut up and take it already". Bruise, of course, didn't listen, couldn't listen as Sevika drooled and spat into her, occasionally coming up to circle the tip of her clit before sucking the entire length. "Right there! Yesss!"

Sevika laughed before removing her mouth, and, enraged, Bruise's eyes flew open. Their patron rose back up on her knees, the shimmer-powered strap between her legs bobbing with the movement, and Bruise quit all their hissing and spitting. Satisfied the chirean wouldn't do much, Sevika ran her right hand through the soaked curls at the apex of Bruise's thighs, wrapping it around her cock and pumping slowly. Bruise wanted it in her now and moved to scooch her hips closer. The claws on her thigh flexed in warning, so she settled for growling low in her throat, more than irate but unwilling to push her luck.

"Behave, Bruise," Sevika cooed, not at all comforting. She rubbed the length of her cock against Bruise's twitching, large clit, coating the strap in Bruise's arousal, getting it nice and wet. "You'll get what you want soon enough."

A snarky retort was knocked back out of Bruise's lungs the second Sevika breached her dripping hole.

"Fucking finally!" Bruise sobbed, her hand coming around to stroke herself off while the other dug into the plush meat of her patron's ass beneath thick trousers. She was a mess, and she didn't care, black paint streaking with her tears while Sevika fucked her open, not bothering to ease her into it. Her entire world shrank down to the constant smack of the two's hips against each other and Sevika's rough panting. Just like the first time, the underboss fucked her like she hated her fucking guts, the only way Bruise ever asked for it. The way Bruise loved.

"Watch it, brat," Sevika snarled, hoisting one of Bruise's long legs up onto her shoulder and pistoning into them even harder. Bruise chirped in surprise, human words abandoning them again. The crazed smile on their patron's face only widened, and Sevika scored the ample flesh of Bruise's hips with her left hand. The sting pulled a scream out of Bruise and another wave of slick. More tears streamed down her face, and Sevika's own clit twitched beneath the feedback mechanism strapped to her hips at the sight.

"Oh, you a-hah-asshole!" Bruise growled and squeezed her own claws into Sevika's left ass cheek. She smiled, bloody and triumphant, as the smug look of her patron's face slipped, and Sevika let out a low groan. That earned Bruise a swift slap on her own round behind, the sound ringing out in the empty room and pulling a yelp from her throat. She knew there wouldn't be a visible mark when this was over, but it would still smart for weeks.

"I said watch it." Sevika pressed both Bruise's thick thighs to her chest and drove into her that way. By now, Sevika had shifted her knees under herself, fucking into Bruise with reckless abandon. The skin on her left cheek felt warm and sticky. Of course, the little shit drew blood, and Sevika made a mental note to sanitize the wound thoroughly when she was through with the pitfighter. "Lose the attitude already."

Meanwhile, Bruise's thighs quivered as she began to wail, each yelp increasing in volume while her patron's hips slammed into hers. The change of angle meant she could feel Sevika even deeper than usual, and she felt full to bursting. It also sunk her mind again, and this time Bruise reached an arm up for Sevika's neck, wrapping it over her shoulder. She lapped at her face, not even bothering with a proper kiss. Sevika jerked her head out of reach, relishing in the pitiful whine Bruise let out.

"Aw, does someone want a ki— shit!"

Bruise raked her claws back down Sevika's now sweaty back, chittering at the resulting groan, before she brought the other hand around to squeeze a handful of her patron's tit. The soft fat spilled out from between Bruise's wrapped and splayed fingers. She brought her mouth to a hard nipple, sucking it with just enough force to make Sevika sigh raggedly through gritted teeth. Then Bruise brought the sharp points of her teeth to it, biting down just enough to make the skin stretch under her fangs. Sevika caught on immediately, shoving Bruise back to the floor by her forehead with a stern grunt. Bruise cackled before Sevika's eyes caught the bloody mess her champion's scratches had become. Rolling her eyes, she decided it was past time she quit playing and gave them the high they'd begged for.

Sevika pulled out just enough to click the mechanism into place, the rush and hiss of the valves catching Bruise's hearing. The chirean's eyes blew out as she writhed in Sevika's grasp when the first stream of shimmer flooded inside her. Bruise groaned as her whole body finally lit up. She felt the strain in her abdomen dissipate, and the claw swipes stitch together. The pitfighter also felt a surge of energy, her vision flashing purple. She writhed in her patron's grip as Sevika withdrew, the viscous purple fluid tracking down her folds. Bruise was then flipped onto her stomach, and the fat head of Sevika's cock returned, spearing her again as Bruise scrabbled at the ground, forced into a deep arch.

"Please!" she yelped, damn near inconsolable. She'd been so close, and her hard clit throbbed, begging for some pressure or a vice of any kind to tug her over the edge. "Fuck give it to me, Sev! Lemme cum!"

"Or what?" Sevika gloated, flesh hand coming between Bruise's shoulder blades to crush her deeper into the floor. She brought one of her own knees around in a lunge to press her champion's hips higher, the resulting groan hitting her ears like a bell. "Oughta leave you like this for your lil' stunt earlier."

"Ah- shit! I'm sorry, damn it!"

"Yeah, yeah. You sound real fuckin' sorry."

Bruise sobbed at that, her orgasm right there if Sevika would just fucking let her have it. So she stomped on her pride and begged. "Fucking please, I mean it! Gods, I'm so sorry. The sorriest, I just wanna cum please!"

The words rushed out and tumbled over each other until Bruise babbled incoherently, devolving into squeaks and grunts. Her whole body worked up more sweat than in the actual pit. Taking pity on her, her patron groaned in her ear as a warm hand finally found her now slippery clit, stroking it repeatedly. Bruise was gone, jaw slack as her whole body locked up, legs kicking out while she let out a high-pitched keen. Her abused cunt quivered around Sevika, creaming the base and squeezing hard enough to set off the feedback mechanism. With a low moan and a rough bite to Bruise's intact ear, Sevika finally came, filling her champion even deeper with purple ecstasy.

In a tangle of blood and sweat, the two rode out their peaks, panting desperately for air. Shakily, Bruise pushed herself to her elbows as Sevika slipped out of her. Instantly, Bruise's hips dropped back to the floor, her gaping around emptiness. Her injuries had quickly knit themselves back together thanks to the shimmer, though the phantom ache of the ripped flesh remained. Her lungs burned with each breath, and her cunt was a mess, running with the purple drug and her own cum, swollen and puffy from where her patron had fucked her.

Bruise's corner of the locker room hadn't fared much better. A section of drywall cracked from where Sevika had body-slammed her, a side table sagged and leaned to the side from Bruise bowled her over, and the couch had multiple new scratches. The unorthodox dosage of shimmer gave Bruise some energy back, and she dragged herself to prop up against the couch. Meanwhile, her patron had already risen to her feet, rummaging around a chest in the corner and pulling out a first aid kit.

Plucking out the leather bag of vials and gauze, Sevika carefully cleaned off her strap and tucked herself back into her pants. Then she wiped her mouth of the blood sticking to it and reached out a hand. Huffing, the pitfighter gripped it and stumbled upright. There was an odd pause as Bruise took in the loose strands of hair plastered to Sevika's face, missed blood, hers and Bruise's on her chin and cheek, and the peek of mottled skin on her lip where the paint had come loose. Bruise didn't get a moment longer to stare before her patron was already barking orders at her.

"Chin. Up."

Bruise raised her jaw with an annoyed grunt as Sevika checked for abrasions, finding none.

"360. Now."

Bruise rolled her eyes, turning slowly in a circle, arms slightly raised, while her patron planted a hand on her hip, checking along her sides for any further cuts or lacerations. Finding none, Sevika wiped up all the blood she could see with a pad of gauze soaked in alcohol. Bruise didn't hiss in pain once, meaning no unhealed surface cuts, and Sevika breathed a sigh of relief. She dug the knuckles of her right hand into Bruise's right side, finding the muscle there solid again. Satisfied, she pulled back. This dosage would suffice in the future. Then Sevika felt the sting of the claw swipes scoring her back. The variety of shimmer in her arm didn't do much beyond keep her going when knocked down, failing to heal any actual wounds.

"Let me," grunted Bruise, her large hands coming to Sevika's waist and spinning her around. She pulled another vial of rubbing alcohol from the pouch, removing the cork with her teeth and pressing it to a new wad of gauze. "Thanks for that. Be lucky if I can walk straight in a week."

"Should put you through walls more often, th- shit," Sevika cut herself off with a wince as Bruise pressed the scalding liquid to her wounds before taping them up.

"Quit bein' such a baby. It ain't even that bad."

"Yeah? Maybe I'll let my arm have a field day with you. Then we'll see if it's 'that bad'."

The promise had Bruise grinning, and she slipped into her patron's thick trousers to dab at the slight puncture wounds on her ass. She bandaged it too, mindful of her claws where she'd been reckless prior. "Counting on it. Sink 'em in real good next time, I wanna feel it for months."

Rolling her back experimentally, Sevika leaned down to grab her shirt and began to button the closures around her arm and the front. She plucked up a shimmer vial she'd offered Bruise and downed it in one go to speed up the healing process.

Bruise, on the other hand, had flopped onto the couch again, pantsless now and not in a rush to clean up. One clawed foot was propped up on the haphazard cushions, the mess between her thighs on careless display. Her champion's brazenness was irritating yet curiously charming, and Sevika fished around for Bruise's breeches and a towel before flinging them at her.

Bruise huffed, catching both in mid-air. She wiped herself off before tugging on the breeches, of course, without a belt to secure them like a reasonably modest person.

"We're going out."

"What gives?"

Sevika was already halfway out of the locker rooms, cloak shrugged on, and hair back up in clean lines like she hadn't thrown Bruise around mere minutes ago. "Don't make me repeat myself, Bruise. Out front in ten minutes."

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