A disturbing escape

This time when you're thrown back in the arena you're not ****, you don't wake disoriented, and you know the score. America's Milk seems to have boosted the psychic sensitivity of your powers so you can tell exactly where the cats are. Cheetah-Grrl is back in her tree, Lioness is down by the shallow muddy lake again, and Tigress is crouched behind you. Unlike before, all three of them are totally stoked and ready to fuck, and their intended partner is you.

"Tyler Wells here, and we're back for round two. There's no kill points yet, but the score on style points is 8.7 for Cheetah-Grrl, 8.1 for Lioness, and 7.5 for Tigress; Nudge has a respectable 8.3, enough to put her in second place. It's unusual for the Prey to score that high, isn't it Skyler?"

"It sure is, Tyler. Usually the Prey is too busy trying to escape but Nudge has taken this by the horns, so to speak. She definitely rates well on style for being the instigator in what has become an exciting contest in more ways than one. Now they're starting to move, so let's watch the action."

You immediately turn towards Tigress, keeping a bit of mental alertness on the other two. You and Tigress stare each other down; you know if you try to flee she'll jump you and the last thing you really want right now is clawed sex. The scene is almost hypnotic.

You touch one of your firm and aching nipples.

Tigress does the same.

You touch the other one and Tigress repeats that gesture too.

A wicked smile crosses your face.

One hand moves down and draws gentle insistent circles on your pubes.

Tigress does that too.

The other two cats are stirring.

You make firm up-down strokes along the length of your slit, starting with a finger touch and shifting to a palm-heel grind as you go down. Hell that feels good.

You can feel Tigress's passion building as she copies you, and even more strangely you can feel the other two cats are doing the same thing.

"Nudge seems to have fascinated all three kitties into jilling themselves; any thoughts on the outcome, Skyler?"

"Well, Cheetah-Grrl always comes the fastest, Tyler, and you can see she's very nearly there. But what's this? Did you notice Nudge slowly drifting upwards under the **** of her stroking? It's like she's lifting herself up by her hot little twat."

Shit, the commentators noticed you and blew the secret. Tigress and Lioness are creeping toward you, still working their furry cunts.

Cheetah lets out a yowl of pleasure and charges full speed.

You sprint upwards; hopefully the cats don't do standing high jumps well.

There's a thump below you and you hear the sounds of hand-to-pussy combat as you locate the maintenance hatch. It connects to the underside of the broadcast booth and looks more organic than technological. In fact, the thing looks like the puckered sphincter of an ass; you're about to push your whole body into a giant asshole.

CB, why am I doing this again?

So you can escape and save the other heroes, Nudge.

Never mind, it was a rhetorical question. Sigh.

You grab the sides and push inward, ignoring the scuffle below and the nattering commentators. It's a tight squeeze and there's no signs of machinery, only muscles trying to push you back down into the arena while crushing you to the width of a pipe cleaner. What the hell kind of maintenance hatch is this?

There is no way the shaft is the nine feet long you've crawled through when one of your hands finally pokes out the other side. You reach around and find a handhold to pull yourself up with. The sides of the tunnel quiver and start oozing liquid onto you. The only benefit is that it's making your body slick so you can slide more easily through the tunnel. When your head comes out you do a double-take at the perspective shift. You're emerging from a giant vagina and using a foot-long urethra as a handhold. The clit in front of you is pulsing and fully engorged.

"What's this? Someone's climbing into the booth through Trousercoatl's old entrance! It's Nudge!"

"That must have been an interesting passage, Tyler, and a lot sexier entrance than through the maintenance hatch next to it. So Nudge, what brings you up here; are you that anxious for an interview?"

"I'm escaping."

"Oh, we knew that. But it's not so easy getting away from the Arena. Or us."

Skyler reaches down and touches the giant clit. A tattoo flows down her arm and onto the fleshy doorway, then springs to life as a shackle around your neck and connected to the giant clit by a chain. Handcuffs grow out of the labia and snap around your wrists. When you try to pull away you feel an earthquake against your body and the cunny-tunnel starts pulling you back downwards into its warm sensual embrace.

Four more tattoos flow off of her and onto the vagina-door and then onto you, looking and feeling like partially-submerged dolphins swimming around just under your skin. One of them breaches and reveals itself to be a fully-erect cock; it ejaculates, splashing hot sperm onto your tummy, then retreats under your skin again.