And it's about to get hotter.

Hakai brought us up a flight of stairs in the waiting room, which led up and into a squared off section of the Arena stands; covered by a large ruby-red tarp to help keep the sun off of their special guests. Down inside the Ring of the Arena, several gates led into and out of the Ring, with the ground consisting entirely of hardened, blood stained metal. The metal floor was sectioned up into various shapes of differing sizes; the purpose of which was unknown to me, but the faint humming of machinery down below provided a few hints here or there.

The Priestess motioned down to the Arenas Ring. "As you can see, we have plenty of room for the return of the Heroine of Bludbag. Her Main-Airship; Highpothosis, will arrive overhead, and send down a smaller Escort. At which point, she will transport herself into the center of the arena, at which point, we begin... the Show."

Hakai places two fingers in her mouth, whistling to an unseen third party. With a gust of steam firing up from the cracks in the Arena, the flooring began to move. Flooring rose or fell, twisted and angled; and at the edges, sunk away, vanishing completely. Once the motion stopped, a new humming noise began vibrating through the metals of the Arena, enacting a cosmic change upon the material. Transforming from hardy metal, to shifting sand, the floor of the arena had been changed in the blink of an eye. Now, instead of a flat, metal circle, the Arena Ring had become a massive sand pit, which would quickly pull anyone standing within it's confines down and into the chasms left by the vanished sections of flooring.

A second whistle from Tailum's Faithful is followed by a a reverting process, which quickly changes the entire Arena back to it's original form.

Hakai seems satisfied with her demonstration, puffing her chest out proudly. "We may not be as large as the Bloodbath Arena of Hoctin, but our Arena is still an enviable little lady. Deserts, Mountaintops, Oceanic Caverns, a Domain of the Hells... there's nothing we can't replicate for matches. That old-man's way with Spacial Enchantments is something else."

"Old man?" I ask; thinking of the only geezer I had seen so far in Bludbag. "You mean Citrina's grand-uncle, Marvin?"

She nods. "He helps maintain anything magical in the city; the Arena included. That massive wall of trees was his doing, back when his back didn't creak... at least, that's what our Quartermaster tells me."

"Those are the heads of Tailum's Temples, correct? The Quartermasters?" Asks Gabriella, wiggling around her staff in mild annoyance. "Lord Brother Ariel still hasn't decided on names for Church-Officials."

"He-e-ey! I'm wo-o-orking o-o-on it!" Cries Ariel, as I can audibly hear him being swung around; as if there were a tiny Ariel inside the Alma.

After a small chuckle, Hakai spoke once more. "Seeing as it will be some time before the Arena is open to the public, how would you like to see a warm-up match between two of our Gladiators? Just a simple one-on-one; dull, wooden practice weapons. It's all I can offer as entertainment for now."

"Ooo!" Ashes perks up at this offer. "I'd love to see some Tailum Gladiator fighting techniques; could be helpful... pretty soon, actually."

None argued against it; Sammy even turned her entire head into one big thumbs-up, something which cause the mighty Battle-Priestess to nearly jump out of her own skin, seeing as Sammy didn't appear to be a Slime at first glance anymore. After stopping the shudder down her spine, the Oni slams down the pommel of her massive spiked mace, and begins speaking into her weapon like some sort of sound-amplifying device. Which works... somehow.

"Todaaay; Ladies, Gentlemen, Fairies, and Slimes! We have a fantastic warm-up match between the one! The only! Thran-Bad the Tooth-Catcher!-"

Oh, now I get the Announcer title...

On cue, a burly, muscle bound warrior, standing a foot shorter than Hakai, enters the ring; a wooden practice-sword in hand, and a necklace of various teeth around his neck. He seemed to be some sort of human, despite the massive size. He lacked any sort of red-cloth strip that would indicate some sort of Monster from the Runacathies, and his general appearance, while scarred, was that of a normal man.

"-and none other than our newest Gladiator! My sister, from another mister! The Albino Double-Rhino! The Orchid's favored Lily! Kaki-Komi! The Ink-Oni!"

Someone who's met Orchid? My Target in Yokong?

Standing at a staggering... four feet tall, counting horns, with a chest so flat it put Cilla to shame, was a Pale-White Oni. Her hands were filled with small slivers of paper. Foreign words were tattooed across her pale body, and the tips of her white horns were dripping with ink. The "whites" of her eyes were anything but; being as black as shadows, with a piercing white iris to contrast. Her hair, which is pulled into a bun, shaped like the tip of a brush. The hair's color even whiter than her skin, but darkens along it's length, turning pitch black at the bun. Her dressings are exactly like that of Hakai, even though a breast-wrapping seemed somewhat pointless, given her lacking... assets. The only difference was, once again, the color; a white wrapping, and black shorts.

"Fight!"

Almost right as that word is said, Hakai takes a deep breath, slamming down into a seat next to me as the fighting begins; leaning into me.

"Say you need to use the private-chambers... " She whispers, once more in that degraded, submissive voice. "I can't wait any longer..."

On one hand, I'd be missing a valuable learning experience, watching two warriors fight it out from a distance. On the other hand...

"Priestess Hakai? Where's the restroom?" I ask, a bit nervous about misleading my party; even if it's just some harmless... fun.

"Oh? Follow me, they're down past a guarded area. Can't have any perverts peeping in on Arena-Goers, after all." She says, rising from her seat, and heading down the stairs we came from.

The others wave me off, mostly focused on the fight going on down below; it must be quite something... damn, why must I chose!? Down the stairs, through the hall; Hakai increases her pace once clearly out of sight of the others. She nearly jogs her way into the hallway opposite the one to the guest-area, before arriving at two sets of yet more Strength-Test Knockers.

"Go ahead, Stallion." Purrs the Oni, putting a hand on my shoulder; her breath speeding up. "Show me what you've got. Five knocks is my best..."

Does she just get off to raw strength? Hmm... better hit it hard then.

Holding back a grin, I take hold of the Knocker, breathing deep. The first knock causes the door to heat so fast, as to combust the metal into open flames. The second turns the door a bright orange as the metal super-heats. The third finishes the job, turning the door a blinding white, before near-instantly cooling. Looking at the palm of my hand, it seemed undamaged; but not due to any sort of protection afforded by the knocker. Indeed, if this were my old hand, It very well may have seared flesh from bone; these new arms, and hands, seemed much tougher... much stronger.

Hakai pushes the door open quickly, giving me little time to keep up as she rushes into yet another door; her room. The barracks themselves seemed to be more open, with several beds lain out for simple rest; this was the women's barracks, no doubt. The loose female undergarments littering the floors suggested as much.

Hakai having her own room must be down to her position as announcer, I suppose.

Speaking of which, I pry open the half-closed door to her room; cheeks set ablaze by what I see. Breasts freed from wrapping, and pulling off her now soaked shorts, the eight-foot tall Oni was hurriedly hopping into her bed, with what seemed like a full-body blue-ish blush. I close the door, and pull off my shirt, then chains; keeping my trousers on as I approach.

Hakai begins to writhe about on her bed. "Oh... please. Hurry!"

I climb onto her bed, where I take a hold of her legs, pulling them towards me. I feel her soaking wet thighs against my hips as I tease her.

"Huaaa... please! I need... I've never been overwhelmed so quickly. Please! Let me see it..."

Not wanting to let her down, I do just that. Pulling down my trousers, my massive cock flings up and onto her slit. I glide it up and clearly into view, stimulating her all the while.

"It's... bigger than any I've..."

My clawed fingers grip tightly on her rear as I pull back; lining up with her waiting fuck-hole. Then, with all my strength, I lift the eight-foot tall woman like a plaything, slamming her down hard onto my cock. She makes a short, gargling rasp as all the air leaves her body; followed by a mewling cry as I pull her off the bed. Standing up, I begin hammering her down onto my cock over and over; my arms burning as I thrust up into the several hundred pounds of raw muscle that I was treating like a sex toy. Hakai seemed to be having quite the time; being swept off her feet, as she clamped down hard in an intense orgasm. Following her lead, I slam her down onto her bed, jamming my knot all the way into her.

Gush after gush of seed fills her tight, wet breeding-hole. More cum flooded into her, as my knot sealed it all with her. Her toned stomach seemed to bulge slightly as I finish my release; still stuck inside her as I slowly deflated. Were it not for Warmth, she would certainly be using those enormous tits of hers soon enough to feed our children. Still, I was nowhere near satisfied.

The door then creeks open, as a squeaky foreign voice asks. "Hakai? Are you here? I broke Thran's leg... again."

I turn to see a wide-eyed, pale Oni; covered in tattoos. "Oh... well, don't mind if I do."

"Wait... what about... the..." I stammer out; barely keeping a cohesive thought as I pull from the Blue Oni, instinctively walking to the newest piece of treasure.

The sound of my seed pouring like a stream from Hakai puts a dark blush on Kaki-Komi's face. "Well, I ended the match a bit too quickly. We have a new one going... Gods, that things massive."

A smile crosses her lips at those words; pulling down her breast wrapping as she walks over to me, dropping to her knees. Acting on instinct alone by now, I flop my cum-drenched shaft down onto her face; it's length rivaling her inky horns. She opens her mouth wide, revealing rows of sharp teeth; not that I cared. Pulling back, I slam my cock down into her throat without warning; a stifled yelp escaping from her stuffed mouth. I jam down the last few inches that hadn't made it with the initial thrust, before pulling out my freshly cleaned shaft.

Rubbing her freshly stretched throat, the Pale Oni starts working my length with her free hand... that is, until two large blue hands grasp her hips. Hakai, back from her trip to paradise, lifted up the smaller Oni like a piece of paper, and peeling off her shorts.

"Get on the bed, Stallion." Begged the Blue Oni. "Please, let me do the work."

I don't argue, getting back onto the bed, and taking center stage as a petite woman is guided over the tip of my cock.

"H-Hakai, hold on; I don't think it'll..."

Kaki is slowly pressed down onto my cock, the tip entering her impossibly tight slit after a good few presses.

"Eep!"

Unable to resist, I begin gently bucking up and into my new toy, stretching her out even more as she's slowly pushed down further. Inch by inch, the Pale-Oni is made into even more of a living cock-sleeve, until I finally hit the end of her depths, half of the way down my cock. The heat and pressure had built up quickly, leading to yet another eruption. Thick, white seed pumped into, and out of, the short Oni. Flooding her like a tsunami, a bulge in her belly began to form, until Hakai relented, and pulled Kaki free.

All three of us were left messy, tired, and panting; my senses finally returning after all blood had left my brain to fill my "other head."

"Little-Sister..." Says the Pale Oni. "You no longer owe me ten gold."

"Good..." Says the Blue Oni. "Could you... wash us up?"

I pull myself up to an angle, bearing witness to lightning fast movements of a brush across paper. In another swift movement, the paper is then stuck to my forehead; burning away to ash after contact. Before I know what is happening, a large blob of soapy water arises from thin air; engulfing me, swishing me about like mouthwash, then spitting me out, completely dry. It then repeats this process over and over with the two Oni; then the bed, then our tossed aside clothing.

"Thank's for the fun, Stallion." Says Hakai, slapping me on my back. "I nearly lost it back there at the table..."

"Uh... your welcome?" I say, still trying to process what had happened with the Soap-Thing.

"That will be five gold." Says Kaki, holding out a hand to her sister.

"Oh, not again..."