Day 3: A Meeting With Sprinkles [Capture / Fight]

"Trick or treat!"
Slam!
"Goddamnit!" Hailey said, "That's what, the fourth house in a row that wouldn't give us the time of day..."
"The time of night," Benjamin corrected.
"Shut up! You have any idea how long it took to make this adorable pirate costume ready?" Hailey gestures towards her corset and pleated dress combo, completed by her tricorn hat, "And not to mention... your... thing..." She gestured towards the eye-holes Benjamin had made on the sheets that constituted his ghost costume.
"Sometimes less is more." Benjamin shrugged.
"I said shut up! You know what the problem with these people is?"
"That they forgot to buy candy?"
"No! They're too complacent! They know trick or treaters here don't have the guts to pull off a prank if they shut the door. They don't fear us! We’re supposed to be ruthless buccaneers and evil spirits, and they're supposed to give us treats to make us go away... but they're not buying it! They don't think we'll do anything we're not supposed to!"
"But we're not supposed to do anything we're not supposed to," Benjamin declared, "We're not... bad, right?"
"You know what would be bad?" Hailey asked, "Lying. By saying that we will TRICK them, unless they give us a TREAT... but then we don't!"
"I... guess that's a good point?" Benjamin's eyes dart left and right, "But... but let's not take it too far, right? We'll do a harmless prank, show them we mean business and then... we leave the country?"
"Fine... not like we can do any real harm since we didn't bring any resources." Hailey took her tricorn hat off and scratched her head, "All right, this is what we'll do... you go over to the door, ring the doorbell... and then run off as fast as you can!"
"M-me? But... but it's your idea!"
"Yeah," Hailey sighed, "I'm the brain of the operation, and you're the muscle. That's why we make such a great team!"
"I... feel like I'm getting the short end of the stick here..."
"Sssh, they'll hear you if you keep nagging like that. Just go over there, and I'll have your back while hiding in the bushes here." Hailey did indeed head towards the bushes, behind which she ducked so as to keep herself hidden.

As Benjamin made his way towards the door, he glanced over his shoulder to see Hailey in the bushes, giving him a thumbs up. He sighed and made his way up the porch, looking up at the door. He reached up to push the doorbell...
But before he could, the door opened up, and a hand grabbed hold of Benjamin's hand, dragging him inside.
"Eeep!" Benjamin yelled out.
"Oh, what the hell... you kids!" The house owner was a bald, bloated, man with thick round glasses who, though short, wasn’t quite as short as Benjamin, "Don't you have ANY sense of decency!?"
"Sorry, sir!" Benjamin squeaked out, at the verge of tears, "It wasn't my idea, sir! I didn't want to do it!"
The man sighed, "I'm calling your parents, and then they'll deal with you. What's the number to your home?"
Benjamin gulped "I... I don't have any parents as such."
"I... what?" The man raised an eyebrow.
Benjamin pulled the blanket from his head, revealing that he was in fact a particularly short and lean man with pointy ears, "I'm... not from around here, you see? I come from the North... so North in fact you can't get any more North."
"The... who what now? You're some kinda... christmassy elf? Here? Now? On Halloween?"
"Yeah, our shipment of candy was delayed, again, so we'll be without candy for a month. We all figured it'd be smart to beg for candy under the guise of being kids playing around. All we had to do was lay low and don't stick our heads up, but... uh, like I said, I didn't wanna do that!"
The perplexed frown on the man's face warped into a greedy smile, "Oh, why ain’t I a lucky chump? My company just so happens to deal in mythical creatures like you. What're the odds of that happening? Hah!"
"The... what? "
"I'm capturing you! I'm a slaver, you see?"
Benjamin blinked, now utterly out of himself, "Hailey! Hailey! Help! I... Mmmmph...." The large man pushed a chloroform soaked rag against the mouth and nose of the elf. The relentless struggling of the elf only assured that he would breath in the sleeping gas, and soon enough he was rendered incapacitated and at the mercy of his captor.

When Benjamin woke up he found himself in a dark cell facing a light exit blocked off by iron bars, stripped of all his clothes and left only with a pair of vibrant red shorts. The sound of cheering reverberated from the other side of the bars.
The silhouette of the man from before loomed over the entrance like a dark shadow as he leaned on to the door by grabbing on to one of the bars, "So you're finally awake huh?"
"You... let me out of here!"
"Not a chance. You have any idea just how much the crowd goes bananas over a Christmas elf like you." The middle aged man said.
"The... the crowd?"
"Yeah. We're gathering various fairy tale creatures; centaurs, mermaids... anything that's not quite human we get our hands on, and then we make them duke it out, taking bets on it."
"You… You're a monster!"
"Hey... you gotta make a living somehow, and sometimes you simply gotta get your hands dirty." The man dusts his hands off, "We're putting you off against Sprinkles. Don't hold back, or we ain't gonna feed you."
"Sprinkles!?" Benjamin shrieked, "I'm not gonna fight someone named Sprinkles!"
"We'll see about that. Oh, and if you do well enough, then maybe someone will buy you as a ****."
"Oh god... oh god! Oh god! This can't be happening!"

A gong sounded throughout the arena, "All right, champ. Go knock her down." With that the slaver left, and the doors opened up to an amphitheater of sand wherein the silhouetted figure of a woman stood on the other side.
"Sprinkles?" Benjamin called out, "We don't have to do this, you know? As long as we work together and refuse to fight, we'll..."
During his speech Sprinkles had rushed close enough for Benjamin to discern that, in fact, she was a black-furred minotaur; a woman with the horns and hoofs of a bull, a strong muscular body... and a hair-trigger temper.
Sprinkles blew smoke out of her nostrils, entered a combat stance and leapt towards Benjamin in an attempt to crash into him. In the last instance, Benjamin managed to dodge, fleeing around in circles with the angered minotaur in tow.
"Eeeeeh!!!" In a fit of panic Benjamin had turned too soon in his little carousell of the amphitheater, and he found himself on course for the minotaur's mad rush, too close to dodge out of the way. Instead Benjamin ducked under her legs, and the minotaur crashed horns first in to the wall where she remained stuck.

"Pssst! Hey!" One of the audience members called out to Benjamin, and it was a voice he recognized.
"H-hailey!?" Benjamin rushed over, exasperated but happy to see her, "Hailey! I'm in huge trouble! You gotta help me!"
"Yeah, this is really bad. But I can get you out of here. However, I need you to trust me, all right? Can you do that?"
"Y... yeah, I trust you."
"Okay... take off your shorts."
"I... what?"
"Your shorts! Your red shorts. Minotaurs are enraged by red, and it’s what’s enraging Sprinkles over there. If you remove them, she'll calm down, giving you an opportunity to strike back."
"But I'm not wearing anything underneath!" As Benjamin explained this, Sprinkles had pulled herself out of the wall.
"You better make up your mind soon," Hailey said, "She's coming to get you now!"
Benjamin stared like a deer in the headlights as the minotaur rushed at him with blinding speed.
When but a few feet away, he pulled down his shorts. The minotaur stopped in her tracks and looked down on him in shock as he tried to cover his shame. He was completely naked before dozens of people staring only at him, and the muscular woman just looking at him.
She erupted in boisterous laughter, "Ahaha! God! What the hell? Did you think you would be able to win by seduction? Or were you just waiting for an opportunity to get out of them like the pervert you are?"
"Eeh... ah... auhmm..." Benjamin's brain appeared to have fried from embarrassment at that point, and Sprinkles used that opportunity to snatch Benjamin up in her arms.
"Gotcha!" She **** his head between her legs and constricted her thighs around his neck like a noose, trapping him in a scissors hold.
Benjamin squirmed in the hold, trying to slip his head out, and wringing her legs away. Nothing seemed to work though, her legs might as well have been made of iron. To top it all off, he found his now exposed member stiffening for everyone looking to see.
"Ahaha! My my," Sprinkles said, "Seems we found the first piece of you that knows it has lost!"

Between his humiliation, his pain, his exhaustion and the general sense of hope and confidence escaping him, Benjamin found himself **** to get out of this fight, and tapped the thigh of the black-furred minotaur.
The bald man arrived at the center of the amphitheater "And the winner, like always... Sprinkles"
The audience went wild with a combination of cheers and applause, with the occasional boos thrown in for those who made the wrong bet.
Benjamin was given his clothes back while in his cell. He sat down hugging his knees, wanting to get away from this place and never ever think about what happened again. He felt sick to his stomach and wanted to do nothing but cry.
"Hey, elf boy!" The bald man opened the door to Benjamin's cell, "Come over here for a second, will ya?"
With slow, uncertain steps, Benjamin made his way to the slaver, who was flanked on each side by a large, human guard.
The slaver took out a dog collar attached to a chain, and wrung it around Benjamin's neck tight enough to be felt and be uncomfortable, but not so tight as to **** him. "Wh-what is it now?"
"You've been sold, elf boy. Congratulations!" He locked the collar with a small padlock.
"Sold?"
"Yeah, most critters here have to wait years. I'm as confused as you are but a deal's a deal."

The slaver lead him outside, where none other than Hailey awaited them.
"Hailey!?"
The slaver handed the chain over to Hailey along with the key to the collar, who in turn slipped a bundle of bills to the slaver, "Pleasure doing business with you."
"Pleasure is all mine, maam." The slaver signalled for his guards to go inside, then left.
"What's going on, Hailey?"
"I told you I'll get you out of this situation, didn't I? And that's exactly what I did. Had to make a wager with some of the scum watching that thing, but..."
"So... you bet against me?"
"Oh, no. The odds weren't great for that at all. I made a wager that you would pull down your pants in front of everyone."
"That's... ugh, yeah... I guess you got me out of that nightmare at least. Can you remove the collar now?"
"Hmmm, how about no?"
"No!?" Benjamin couldn't believe what he was hearing, "What do you mean no?"
"I quite like how you look with the collar, and I must say I enjoy holding the chain. I think I'm gonna hold on for just a little longer."
Hailey pulled the chain and led Benjamin away to the next house.
This turned out to be a very long evening.