! Announcement!
The Arena found its next contestants!
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Hello dear Literotica readers, Swizzle here!
I'd like to thank you all for creatively spending your time and giving birth to those sweet-ass futas!
I've chosen a few contestants, and I admit, it was not an easy task...
For those that didn't get their creation to fight today - I may use some of them in part 2, because I absolutely adore your works and ideas.
If you'd like to help me determine what should I include in my next story, write in the comments what parts did you like the most in this one or any other suggestions that come to your mind. Maybe you want to see more of Sarah or Lucida? Im all ears! (Futa ballbusting forever!)
Now, have a seat in the crowd, and enjoy the fight... Happy hunting, gentleman.
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The rules of the Arena are clear: no killing, no clothes, and no restrictions on dirty moves. Fighters can utilize some non-fair tactics like punching and kicking below the belt, holding or tackling your opponent and so on, no fouls whatsoever. The match ends when every opponent is knocked out.
There is also one new rule that contestants might want to know about: Points for hits!
+1 point for striking a limb
+5 points for striking the torso
+10 points for striking the head
+25 points for striking the genitals
+100 points for making your enemy cum by any means
-100 points for cumming
The last person standing is the winner, the person with the most points gets the second place and so on.
So! There they are. Standing in the four corners of the great Arena...
Four different creatures excitedly observing their opponents, just waiting for the sweet sound of the bell to release them from their starting positions to meet their destiny.
An elf, a cyborg, a human and a minotauress... It will indeed be an engrossing fight.
Sora's grip on her bow tightened. She checked if her quiver was full of lust arrows, still carefully observing her opponents with her beautiful, pink eyes. The elf was looking brave and calm... but that was just on the outside. Sora was a shy creature. She always fought bravely for her cause, to spread her seed and contribute to the repopulation of her kind. But there were moments when she'd become timid, embarrassed and lose her potency...
Sora was a special kind of elf. A lust elf. She was a leader of a small tribe, where she was the only futa, and the rest were the few remaining females that bore her children. To repopulate an entire race, Sora had to do something more than to impregnate all of her wives. She had to let her life essence flow inside of different elves and humans, providing that they are willing to support her and be left sired with her offspring, of course.
The elf flicked her long, white hair back and waited patiently. A pleasant breeze swept over the length of her perfect, flaccid penis hanging between her legs. It was the elf's crucial tool in regard to her quest, along with the two always full sperm factories packed tight below her rod. She managed to use them a significant amount of times, mating with many females around the region, but she wanted to ensure that more children will be sired, so she joined the Arena to gain renown and popularity. Even if she doesn't win, the participation alone would provide her with additional caring females, eager to take her load and mother her seed. Naturally, all of that for the greater good... She was using her penis not to feel a tedious pleasure, to empty her precious balls in anybody she grabbed off of the streets. Every second that she spent in those taverns and inns with carefully selected females between her legs, pumping on her cock, she knew she did all that for her children. And with her final thrusts, right before a well-deserved, mutual climax, when her bulging gonads were slapping hard on her chosen partner's thighs, she often imagined her cheerful babies and the legacy that she was yet to build for them. The mere thought of that future always filled Sora with bravery and determination...
Next warrior, a tall, lithe looking human with a metal arm was crouching and tapping the steel fingers on her knee. She was currently searching and secluding all of the weak spots that her adversaries possessed. With a smug smile, she glanced over their exposed gonads, covered only by their members. Minding the amount of points she can harvest only by tapping those poor, vulnerable parts was exciting her more than anything. Her right, cybernetic eye with black sclera and an azure, feline pupil adjusted, marking her primary targets and illuminating them in her view. She knew exactly where to strike to make the most of it...
Lilith raised slowly, her silver, long hair slid from her shoulders to her back. She herself had a very small target to hit. The length of her penis was a bit embarrassing regarding her tall figure, and surprisingly, there were no gonads to find on her whatsoever. But that all was soon to change, as Lilith planned to surprise the spectators and her opponents with her tricks...
She caressed her metal arm, smiling confidently and activated the electric current to flow through it. She came here to test herself and her abilities, so even if she'll have to fight all three of the participants at once, she'll do it with utmost efficiency. Just thinking of the possibilities, the combos that she could execute, that made her feel powerful. The cyborg highlighted her opponents eyes, throats, genitals and feet in a bright yellow color. Those were the weakest spots, and that was what she was aiming to abuse the most. A quick jab in the eyes - enemy temporarily blinded, moderate level of pain, +10 points. A swift fist to throat - enemy temporarily strangulated, moderate level of pain, +10 points. A vigorous knee driven to the underside of both gonads - enemy extendedly immobilised, possible regurgitation, immense level of pain, inevitable discomfort spreading throughout the genital area, +25 points. A powerful stomp to the foot - enemy temporarily immobilised, moderate level of pain, possible collapsing to the floor, +1 point. Oh yes, and the possibilities of combining her highlights for different attack approaches were almost bringing a tear to her left, human eye. She will make herself proud wining this contest...