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divinefireangel · 3 years

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Shower

Soft Dom! Zuho x F! Reader smut.

You can come at me but this is the hottest Zuho ever (other than good guy Zu)

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: I woke up horny for Ju. So I wrote something steamy. Hope you like it!

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 18+ and for Female reader (nothing specified with respect to appearance, etc of reader). Shower sex. In case you couldn't tell 😂. There is choking, Soft dom Juho, begging, unprotected sex (reader's on birth control), creampie (maybe a lil filthy line) and a cute ending 😉. Lmk if I need to add more!

Pre-Requisite/Summary: Basically porn with no plot. Shower sex. Juho and his deep voice doing things wink wonk

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"May I join you? " Your boyfriend asks you from outside the shower. Humming a quite yes, you open the door, letting him enter the confined space of the shower. The water from the shower cascading down your bodies, drenching you both. Stepping closer, Juho places a soft kiss on your temple. Glancing back at him over your shoulder, he offers you a small smile as his hands begin to wander around your arms, coming to rest at your waist, pulling your back flush against his now wet chest.

"What are you doing? " You asked in a whisper.

"Helping you shower. " He replied grinning like a cat making a smile of your own form.

"I'm sure I'm capable enough to do that on my own! " Laughing you lean your head back on his shoulder.

"I know. But you've had a rough week and I want to take care of you. " He said using his deep voice, sending goosebumps through your body, a need awakening in your core. Damn him and his deep voice.

"Oh" Is all you can say as his head dips to your neck, hands moving from your waist to your thighs, rubbing them up and down. Kissing solfty on your neck, then roughly, then harshly, licking the spot then nibbling on it till there is surely a mark. His right hand leaves it's spot on your thigh coming up to grab your breasts and squeeze them as he continued to marked your neck soothingly.

Pulling him closer by his hip, you gasp at the feeling of his cock getting hard against your butt. Humming in approval of this action, his fingertips starting to run along your inner thighs.

"What exactly is your plan my love? This isn't really showering. " You say trying your best to not moan desperately. Trailing his lips up to your earlobe, he let's out a breathy moan as he grinds his semi hard member into you.

"Would you like me to show you my plan? " He questions raspily, whispering as you gulp in anticipation. Then it clicked. Nodding your head frantically, knowing exactly what his plan was, you try to turn your body to face his. His strong grip on your body prevented you from doing so, but before you could complain, his lips find yours, intoxicating you with his kiss, as one of his hands trail up to your throat, gently pressing his fingers around it.

Moaning into the kiss, your hands find his almost hard cock, stroking it slowly to match the pace of your make out. Breaking the kiss, you moan out his name, his fingertips brushing and caressing your folds, occasionally teasing your clit, making you wetter. He loves how even when your are dripping under water, just his fingers can make you drenched for him with your arousal. Increasing his pace, he draws out more moans and curses from your lips, making your hole contract around air, begging to be filled by his cock. Dragging your juices from your inside your warmth to your clit, making you jerk at the sensation, you open your eyes to his, begging for more silently, as he smirks knowing exactly what he's doing to you.

"Ju, I need you. Please. " Moaning out, fueling him perfectly, just the way he likes, you jutt your hips against his, hoping he'll give you what you want, what you both want. Turning your head to one side, squeezing your throat tighter, choking you, pushing you till your front touches the shower wall, he eases the tip of his dick into your entrance, gliding in easily due to how wet you are for him. How wet he made you for him.

"Fuck" You both say out load at the feeling of each other in the most intimate parts of yourselves. The coolness of the wall you feel on your breasts and nipples make you moan softly, as you adjust to his size, closing your eyes at the feeling but not before noticing the smug expression of satisfaction on his face. Tilting your head back he captures your lips again beginning to move his hips through your entrance a little, just the way you love and hate. Love, because this action never fails to have your eyes rolling back as your mouth hangs open and hate because the tip of his cock almost brushes your sweet spot, but not quite, giving it light feather strokes.

"Tell me how it feels baby" He nudges your to speak, to use your words, as he continues with the same action and pace. Whining you move your hand to the back of his head, trying to kiss him again. Licking the shell of your ear, he lifts up one of your legs by placing his hand at the underside of your thigh. Drawing his cock out completely, he stills for a moment, driving your insane as he waited for you to ask. To beg.

"Please Ju. I need more. I want more. " Squirming by the wall, you look at him with lust filled eyes. Satisfied with your request, he snaps his hips with yours, entering your with his length all at once, making you scream in pleasure. Repeating the action again and again, making you breathlessly whimper out his name like a spell bound baby.

Slowing down for a moment, grinding into you, feeling your ass on his front, groaning your name, he pulls out. Turning you to face him without question, he lifts you up by the back of your thighs and ass, his large hands gripping your flesh, as he enters you again, this time your back on the cool wall, legs wrapping around his slender waist.

Tightening your walls around his cock, he savours the moment as the feeling makes his head dizzy. Biting his lower lip he moves his body to flush against yours, holding you up with as much force as he can.

"Please Ju" You request again, loving how his body makes your feel, but wanting to release after being too worked up by him.

Following your words, he finally quickens his pace, mouth instinctively attaching to yours, engulfing your moans for a moment, before resuming it's place on your neck, so as to hear your moan his name repeatedly. Moving your hands around his broad shoulders, you scratch his skin softly with your nails, shrieking as his fingertip finds your clit, stimulating it roughly at a fast pace, to match his cock ramming into your entrance.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good around me. I swear I can stay like this forever. " He sighed into your neck, breathlessly feeling himself getting closer to the sweet satisfaction of a release, getting lost in your warmth and how incredible you feel around him.

"Cum for me baby. I need you to. " He begged out loud, his orgasm approaching sooner than he anticipated. Nodding your head yes you clench your walls around him again one last time as you cum around his cock, the stimulations to your clit and g-spot enough to make you go crazy, arching your back off the wall, pressing your nipples on his chest, shaking your legs around his hips, as you release holding onto him as you get lost in the sweet pleasure of your orgasm.

"I love you." And with that he shoots hot white strings into you, filling you up with his creamy cum, fucking you a few more times, making you whimper at the feeling of oversensitivity, before pulling out completely. Holding your up in the same position, catching your breaths, you feel your mixed releases leaking out of your hole onto his now soft cock.

Smiling satisfactorily at this, Juho sets you down on your feet, adjusting the shower temperature to help you shower properly this time. Pulling you both under the water, he takes your shampoo, squeezing some onto his palm, he begins massaging your scalp, just the way you like it, applying the right pressure at the right spots. Feeling dizzy you let him take control again. After all, there is nothing more intimate than washing each other's hair.

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THE LUCK OF BLACK CATS : MLP Fan Fiction

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THE LUCK OF BLACK CATS

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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Writing begun 10/21/17

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It is well known that Black Cats bring bad luck. It may be that it is not QUITE true.

Sugar Maple was playing outside, in her Grandmare's neatly fenced yard. Sugar loved to visit Grandmare but her mom really didn't like to bring her this far into the Everfree Forest.

Sugar climbed onto the platform of Grandmare's swing set and began to shift her weight to make the swing swoop back and forth! It was fun! The wind made her light brown mane and tail fly about as the butter colored foal swept from one end of the swing to the other and back!

The swing was almost as much fun as playing with Grandmare's cats! They were all pure, silky black and over half of them had wings like a bat! They could fly really well, too! Sugar bailed off the swing at the top of its swoop and spread her own young wings! Her glide was inexpert but enthusiastic, as she sailed about Grandmare's cottage! She almost made it all the way around, back to the swing set! Her hooves hit the lawn sod only about ten feet short of her goal!

Little hooves clattering on the stone of the front steps, Sugar dashed into Grandmare's little house! “Mom! Grandmare! I glided almost all the way around the house! I made it almost all the way back to the swing!”

Her mother set her teacup down firmly and began, “SUGAR MAPLE, what have I told you about unsupervised flying!?”

Grandmare raised an admonitory black furred wing and used the other to scoop Sugar into a welcoming hug! Taking a moment to preen a few small tangles from Sugar's mane with her razor sharp fangs, Grandmare said gently, “You did very well. Did you flap at all or was it a pure glide?”

Giving her leaf brown mother a slightly fearful glance, Sugar replied, “I glided the whole way! I did cup my wings up to land! I came down real gentle.”

The hug was pulled tighter as Grandmare smiled, showing her fangs. Shifting her voice up, beyond the hearing of most ponies, Grandmare asked, “[How is your chirping coming along?]”

Answering the same way, Sugar replied, “[It is going really good! Mom can't hear it, so I practice it a lot!]”

“[Tell me, Sugar, what you chirp in my bedroom?]”

Excitedly, Sugar exclaimed, “You got a dress horse with a costume on it! It is too small for Mom or you, so it must be for me!”

Nodding, Grandmare agreed, “It is, Dear. Go and try it on. Later, we will practice flying our way.”

Sugar dashed for the back room!

Granmare returned her attention to Sugar's mom. “Hazel, I thought that I made it perfectly clear that Sugar must be allowed to develop! Look at you! You play the part of a crippled pegasus! You do it so well that you have lost the ability to fly or even hear chirping!

“THAT is too high a price to pay for 'fitting in'!”

Hazel looked down and fiddled with her teacup before trying, “If anypony ever saw my extended wing, or Sugar's for that matter, they would scream THESTRAL! There could be a mob! I don't want Sugar hurt!”

Grandmare softened, “In that, we are agreed. Caramel Treat's is always a safe place. Those Werewolves do understand the problem and will protect us. So will Reverend Smallflower at the Assembly.”

Their discussion was ended by the return of Sugar. She was wearing the costume as a thestral witch! Two of Grandmare's cats were riding her shoulders, purring happily. One casually lifted a furry, bat like wing to scratch under it.

Grandmare was delighted. Hazel was less so, but agreed that it was a great costume.

Grandmare led Sugar outside, the cats following. Soon Sugar was fluttering short distances and landing properly. The cats were 'helping.' They thought that the fluttering filly was a great toy! Conversely, Sugar, dodging their mock attacks thought that the cats were great teachers! It only took a few hours before she was swooping and dodging with them in a game of aerial tag! Happy foal's laughter pealed down from the October sky.

Grandmare nodded serenely, “She takes to the sky as naturally as breathing. A true thestral if ever there was one.”

Hazel agreed sadly, “I know. I hope that Ponyville will be better to her than it was to me.”

Grandmare turned Sympathetic eyes to Hazel. “I do know what you mean, dear. You half breeds have it rougher than we full bloods. The unicorns have never forgiven our service to the Nightmare Throne, 2000 years ago, in the Nightmare Wars. The only thing that shows Maple to be a partial breed is her color.”

Sighing, Hazel glanced at the sun's angle and suggested, “We must return home, Grandmare. It has actually been a good visit.”

Hazel and Sugar Maple trotted back along the nearly overgrown trail that led from Grandmare's to behind the Duchess O' Red Hoof's land. It joined the trail leading from Brightmane's cottage. It became far better and more traveled after that.

They reached Ponyville proper and went into their snug little cottage home without incident. The two cats that had ridden Sugar's shoulder all the way, immediately flew from her shoulder, circling about the room, high and low. They perched on the sofa back and began to preen.

Evening fell and with it began Nightmare Night. Gathering together her loot bag and a “Witch's Staff”, Maple set out. Both cats riding her shoulders.

She joined a group making the rounds of homes and small businesses.

“Wow! That is a neat thestral witch costume! How did you turn your fur black, Sugar?”

She smiled and replied, “Just a cheap brush in dye. It will wash out.”

“Gee, I wish that I had a cat like yours to go with my witch costume! Aren't you afraid of bad luck? Yours are pure black.”

The mare in charge of the small herd was in a silly looking deer costume with phony horns on a spring gripper across her head!

Of course, they dropped in on Caramel Treat's Sweets for their famous Nightmare Night display and fabulous foal bowl! It did not disappoint! There were the very real Werewolves, Caramel and Fangrin in their Everfree Ridgeback Wolf forms, a black gryphon, several games and the foal bowl hidden under mists in a big cauldron.

The party went on toward the more residential parts of town, followed by a pegasus in a skull like mask and a costume of bones painted onto black cloth. His wings could slide out through reinforced cuts in the fabric. It hid his cutie mark.

Sugar chirped to the cats in a voice too high for ponies to hear, “[Dark Sky, New Moon, could you go back and cross his path a few times? I do not like him following us!]”

In answer, both cats hopped from her shoulder, gliding to the ground and scampering back! They paraded across his path repeatedly. Undeterred, he continued to follow the herd of foals.

The cats returned to Sugar's shoulder. The foal herd was approaching Drastin Park and its big unobstructed hoof ball pitch. He charged toward the hapless foals!

He tripped over two cats that had been watching him for any such stunt! He faceplanted, in a most embarrassing way! The whole herd of foals heard him fall and stopped to watch!

Climbing back to his hooves, he charged again! Bowling the foals over like ninepins, he grabbed two foal loot bags and leaped for the night sky!

Two cats and Sugar were on his tail, almost immediately! The cats snagged his left wing, causing him to spiral out of control! Before he could do anything to get rid of the cats, Sugar slammed her head in between his hind legs from above and power dived, flipping him over onto his back!

Fluttering and flailing helplessly, he hit the ground with a crunch! Sugar landed lightly beside him and gathered up the stolen loot bags. She was still picking up spilled treats when the rest of the group swarmed around her!

As Sugar was returning the stolen bags, one of the colts said admiringly, “We could see the whole thing! The moon lit up those thin clouds and we saw it all!! You really are a thestral! That was so neat how you took him down!”

One of the fillies came and got her loot bag. She petted the cats and said, “I guess that the thing about black cats and bad luck is true!” Giggling, she pointed to the fallen pegasus thief. “It sure was for him!”

~THE END~

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Faded land: Chapter 6

In the ruins of the broken baseball stadium, Clara and the other soldiers were being forced down a dark tunnel by the set of armored guards. “Move it!” one of them demands, pushing one of the soldiers forward. The scientist looks over to one of the soldiers and whispers: “Any of you guys got a plan or...?”. “The plan is to fight. Fight as long as we can and hope we can make it through the first day.” the female soldier answers.

Approaching the light, they could hear a loud screaming echo through the tunnel as they come out. Their eyes adjust to the bright light to witness the huge baseball field before them, the luscious green grass of the once clean cut field is replaced with lifeless grounds full of bones and discarded, broken weapons. Above the battlegrounds were countless spectators, their maddening screeches bouncing through the entire stadium. The tall light stands behind the walls of the stadium illuminate the bloody arena below. The tunnel behind them quickly shuts, trapping them withen the arena. On the other side, they could see more fighters come out of the tunnels.

Looking to the seating, Clara saw a raised, flat platform with a red throne perched in the middle. On the seat was a giant man in golden armor, hair like a lions mane and a scowl so piercing that it could break through solid rock. Rising from his throne, the golden man announces in a deep, grandiose tone to the entire stadium: “My people! Welcome to my grand arena!” Every week, we gather the brave, the cowardly, and the traitorous from all over the city and place them inside this once humble baseball stadium, to fight to the death. Everyday, you people grind away your lives to live another day. Wishing to live beyond this dark age and into a new age of hope. And even with food, shelter, and water that we’ve been given, its not enough. The mind numbing grind of everyday life can wear out ones mind in this already bleak world. Which is why I have created this arena, to give you relief from this hopeless existence at the expense of others.”. The crowd roars in a frenzy, chanting over and over again to their ruler: “Malcolm! Malcolm! Malcolm! Malcolm!”. The king puts his hand up, queuing the audience to quite down. “However, I am not heartless. To any 3 fighters who survive. I shall give a meal for each so that they may live to fight another day.”.

Most of the fighters were feeling a full range of emotions. Some were ecstatic, raring for the chance to fight and earn the privilege to dine on a well deserved meal. Others have gone mad, their sanity rotted away to be replaced with a feral instinct to attack whatever was their path. Some depressed, thinking that their fight to end this horror show may prove fruitless. Few were frightened, afraid that they may face their bloody fate, like Clara.

“Now my people...Drop your weapons! Rain down your lethal parting gifts onto the field below and let them be stained in the blood of our own man!”. Everyone in the audience picks up various melee weapons from under them and throws them into the battlegrounds. A full range of sword, shields, spears and axe rain down on the bloody battle field. Everyone in the grounds below rush to whatever weapons they can grasp in a desperate bid to defend themselves. With the soldiers, Clara rushes to some of the buried weaponry. “Okay, do we seriously have a plan or what?” one of the soldiers stressed. “Yeah, we survive.” another answers as he pulls out a sword. “Do you people plan anything?” Clara aggravatingly questions.

Departing from the soldiers, the scientist quickly picks up a shield, hoping that it could defend her from the countless madmen running about. Hearing somebody screaming from behind her, she turns to find someone about to swing their sword at her. Clara raises her shield and blocks the sharp blade. The fighter constantly bangs on her defense, driving the scientist down on her knees. Pinned down, she looks around and sees two of the soldiers fighting off several mad combatants, wasting no time to finish them before more pop up. One was running away from a small group of gladiators in a frightened dash through the arena. All of them too busy to even look in Clara’s direction. She was on her own. The scientist pushes the mad gladiator down and runs away.

Racing through the arena, she frantically tries to look for weapon to defend herself with among the ongoing chaos. She sees the hilt of a machete buried in the dirt and swipes it up as she runs. “Finally, an actual-”. Looking at the blade she picked up, Clara found the actual blade broken off, the machete being nothing more then a short sharp stump. “Come on.” she complains while putting the hilt in her pocket. Seeing another fighter screaming as he charges at her with a spear, she dodges the spear in a way that also makes the attacker smack into her shield. Grabbing the spear as the gladiator drops to the ground, she thanks him: “Thanks.”. She turns around and sees the same fighter with the sword coming right at her. Closing her eyes, she raises her shield and points her spear forward. After hearing a loud squelching sound, she opens her eyes to see her spear impaled in the attackers chest. She watches as his life quickly drains away, leaving behind nothing but a limp body stuck on the end of Clara’s stick. “Uuh, I-Oh-Oh-Ok-Okay.”. After kicking the body off her spear, she looks over to find one of the soldiers overwhelmed.

The soldier does her best to fend off the gladiators on both sides, blocking their attacks and pushing them away. They start to cutting through her defenses however, one slicing at the side of her stomach, making her flinch in pain. Just before they could finish her off, Clara rushes in and tackles one of the fighters. This gives the soldier the opportunity to block the others attack and push him down, hammering her axe into him were he lies. The soldier then turns to Clara, saying: “Thanks a bunch.” “Don’t sweat it.”. The soldier then writhes in pain, clutching her cut as she kneels. “Hey, you okay?”. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a flesh wound’s all.”. The soldier rises from the grounds, commanding: “Lets find the others.”.

Another soldier was rushing through waves of countless gladiators, slicing the soft tissue of whatever was in his way in a blood crazed dash. Eventually, he clashes with another fighter, repeatedly bashing his blade against the gladiators shield in a maddening frenzy. “Whoa, whoa! Stop! It’s just me!” the gladiator please. Hearing the familiar cry of his comrade, the soldier snaps out of his rage and sees Clara blocking his attack in a fright. He lowers his weapon, stepping back to give the scientist breathing room. “S-Sorry. Don’t know what got over me. This place just drives me insane.”. Clara then sees a fighter trying to sneak up on the soldier in front of her. “Look out!” she warns. By the time the soldier turns around, his attacker was already right in his face, leaving him no time left to attack. Clara couldn’t strike the gladiator down with her spear, the soldier being in the way. But just before the combatant could make mince meat out of them both, the female soldier came in the nick of time to swing at the fighter, her axe cleaving his head. “You two okay.” she asks. “Yeah. Thanks.”. “Now all that’s left is to save Charlie’s sorry ass.”. “Where is Charlie anyway?”. Just then, they heard the cry of cowardly screaming near and look over to see their partner running for his life from a mob of flesh hungry combatant.

“No! No! No! No!” the frightened fighter flails as he flees. The mob behind him waved their weapons in the air like they just don’t care to try and reach the cowardly soldier. “Oh Charlie!” one of the soldiers say. “What do we even do? We can’t take on a mob that big.”. Clara looks over to one of the lights above the stands and starts to think. She looks to her spear, bending it to find it surprisingly flexible “I think I might have something.” she mentions. “Got something?” one of the soldiers ask. “Maybe. One of you give me your shirt.” she commands. The female soldier started to take of her camo shirt, when Clara stopped her in a fluster. “I-I-I meant the guy give me his shirt.” she flusters, her face red with blush. As the girl put back on her top, the guy began to take of his. “Thanks. Now cover me.” she commands before taking his shirt and running off.

The scientist looks around the arena for any discarded weapons she can utilize. Although seeing plenty of broken weapons laid strewn across the battlefield, none would help the scientist with her formulating plan. One gladiator lunges at the Clara with her back turned, only for the female soldier to swoop in and cleave through the side of his stomach. Clara turns to her as she finishes off her failed assassin. “Great timing. I need another spear.” the scientist requests.

The soldier looks around for anyone unlucky enough to be wielding what Clara asked for. She finds one gladiator charging through the field with spear in hand. Rushing after him, she brands her axe, saying: “Come to mama.”. The fighter sees her coming and begins to charge at her. While the gladiator lunged his spear at the soldier, she swiftly dodge the pointy stick and swiftly decapitates the poor brawler Taking the spear from her unlucky victim as he fell, she tosses it in Clara’s direction. Through the air the spear glides, landing near the scientist feet to her surprise. She looks back and sees the brave soldier giving her a thumbs up.

Clara takes both spears and jams them into the ground. She then pulls out the soldiers shirt and starts to tie both ends to the grounded weapons. From behind, one manic sneaks up on the scientist, ready to chop her head in half. The other soldier steps in and stops the brawler before she could kill Clara, blocking her sword. He then pushes the swords woman back before swinging his at her. She then blocks his swing, locking them in another struggle. As he holds the gladiator back, the soldier kicks up a cloud of dust upward, blinding the fighter. Opportunity at hand, he knocks away his opponents sword before slashing at her.

After getting the shirt tied to the spears, Clara pulls back the shirt as hard as she can, the spears bending with the clothing. The scientist then takes her shield and puts it on the cloth, looking over to the runaway soldier as he flees from the mob. She waits until the mob is almost all the way around the arena to let go of the makeshift slingshot, flinging the shield out of the arena. The metal disk flies above the audience and rockets into one of the spotlights. Breaking, the stands starts to fall down into the arena. Many of the spectators try to run from the descending spotlight, crashing into the seats and slides down towards the battlefield below. Charlie hears a loud crash and turns back to sees the entire mob crushed under the sheer weight of the fallen lights. Clara and the other soldiers rush over to him, Charlie shouting: “D-Did you see that!? I-I-I almost got c-crushed!?”. “Don’t worry mate. Science wiz here knew what she was going.” the female soldier adds. “I...Huh?”.

Clara looks over and sees the pole of the lights leading up to the stands. “Hey look. I bet we can climb outta here!” she says, rushing towards the pole. “Well what are we waiting for. Come on people.” the female soldier said. The scientist and the soldiers rush over to the broken lighting, climbing up its broken stand. Almost over the huge wall segregating the arena with the seats, their hopes begin to soar. Escaping this nightmare seemed like a possablilty. Hope soon fades however when they see Malcolm on the other end of the escape, wearing this glaring smirk. “Oh no you don’t.”. The king gleefully pushes the heavy pole out of the seats and back into the arena. Clara and the soldiers jump off before the pole crashes, landing roughly on the ground as the arena shook. They look back up to the seats, hearing Malcolm’s laughter bellow through the broken stadium. “Nice try. But as long as you’re in my arena. You play by my rules. You won’t be leaving unless I say.”.

Picking themselves up, they notice the remaining gladiators closing in, threatening to surround them. “What now!?” Charlie panics. “Relax. There's only a handful of them left. If we work together, we can finish them off.”. Clara and the soldiers split off into teams of two to finish the fight.

With a band of crazed gladiators coming towards them, Clara and the other soldier prepare to fend them off, the scientist wondering as she looks around: “Weapon, weapon, weapon? I need a weapon.”. To her side, she sees a corpse with a stick poking out from its side, a spear perhaps. She rushes over to the dead body and pulls out a bloody shovel. As first, she was confused, wondering what to do with a shovel that somehow wound up in a battlefield. But soon, the gears in her head start turn.

The soldier rushes through the crowd, tearing apart whatever was in his way. As he digs his blade into a fighters flesh, another one tries to sneak up from behind and club him. Before the brawler could swing, the soldier quickly turns around and stabs him in the stomach. Keeping the poor fighter on his blade, the soldier uses him as a battering shield against the others. Ramming into his opponent, he hears the squelching of flesh on the other side. His opponents defeated, he kicks the corpse of his blade. The constant fighting begins to break the soldier down, the close bloodshed clouding his thoughts. As he tries to reel himself back, two more contenders close in.

Clara dodges the sword swipes of a wayward fighter. The gladiator swings again, this time hitting the handle of her shovel, lodging itself into the wood. As the fighter tries to pull his weapon out, Clara looks under him and sees that his legs are open. She swiftly trips him up, making the fighter fall to the ground with his sword slipping from his grip. The scientist lunges at him and bashes the brawlers head in.

The soldier soon runs into a fighter with a big shield that blocks his attacks. He tries to sidestep around his opponent for an opening all while the gladiator is thrusting his spear at him from the side. He sees an opening and tries to rush in, but is pushed away by the massive shield. The mans frustration is at his limit as he just rushes in and constantly bangs on the brawlers shield. However, rage isn’t enough to break the gladiators thick defense. Suddenly, the fighter feels something below and looks down to see a shovel wedge under his feet. The shovel lifts up and trips the brawler forward, giving the soldier the opportunity to attack. He repeatedly swings his blade into the grounded foe in a fit of rage, blood splattering further with each plunge. Clara slowly approaches him, trying to get his attention. “Um...I-I think he’s dead.”. Some of the blood gets on her shoes, prompting her to back up. After a few more swings, the soldier stops getting up from the bloody mess he’s left in his wake. “You...okay?” Clara meekly asks.

The soldier quickly turns around and tries to swipe at the scientist midsection. “Whoa!” Blocking the mans sword, she gets a closer look as his face. The warrior’s teeth grinds as his rapid breath passes in and out of his mouth. His clouded gaze pierces through the scientist, as if his body was near, but the mans mind was far away. “What’s wrong with you?”. The soldier jumps back and lunges at Clara, the scientist barely able to dodge the sharp blade. “Come on. Don’t do this now.” she pleas to the warrior. Her words reach deaf ears however as the soldier readies to attack again. Clara evades the swing and backs away, thinking out loud: “Gotta get you to snap outta it.”. She looks toward the end of her shovel, seeing her reflection on the end of the gardening tool. The soldier charges straight for the scientist, his eyes solely focusing on his prey. Clara puts her shovel under the man feet and uses her knee to push the handle down. She manages to knock him down on the blood soaked ground. Before the mad man could get right back up, the scientist clonks him on the noggin. Coming back to his senses, the soldier rubs his head, griping: “Ah, my head.”. “Feeling better?” Clara asks. “Yeah, think I am. Thanks.” the soldier replies as he rises. “Don’t thank me. Thank natural balance physics.”. “Thank what?”. “Nev-never mind.”.

Charlie and the female soldier charge towards to small mob of fighters. “So, Carly. Do we have any plans?”. “I might have one.”.

The female soldier rushes into the fray of the mob, swinging her axe into one fighter after the another. Backing off to avoid getting their heads cleaved in, one of them instead gets stabbed from behind, a sliver sword piercing through their body. They turn to their comrade, seeing Charlie pushing his victim off his blade. Charging away from Carly, they turn their aggression towards their sneak attacker. The cowardly soldier runs for his life once more, screaming: “Not again!”. Just when they were about to close in on the poor soldier, one of them gets an axe to their skull. The others stop and turn back, Carly taunting with: “Forget something?”. With only three brawlers left, two of them rushed at the female soldier, while the other chased after Charlie.

The ones going towards Carly start to split off, coming at her from both sides. She knows what they’re trying to do and takes action by quickly rushing at the left. “Not this time, assholes!”. The soldier dashes to her left, her opponent blocks as she approaches. With one mighty swing, she knocks the brawlers sword out of his hands. Before the fighter could even get a chance to glance over at his discarded weapon, Carly cleaves his chest in twain. Seeing his comrade killed, the other gladiator lunges forward. As she gets her axe out of her opponents chest, she tosses it up in the air. Carly turns over to the charging fighter, seeing her axe drop down and plunging itself into her failed attackers head. As the poor brawler fall, she dislodges her weapon from his skull. “Tough break.”.

Charlie runs from his pursuing opponent, hoping that he wouldn’t have to engage and that Carly would rush in and save him. He turns around and see the fighter caught up to him, readying to swing his axe. He tries to turn around to block the brawlers strike, but even when he does block it, the force of the swing still knocks him to the ground. On the floor, he tries to push off the axe wielding maniac as the axe draws close. The gladiator then lift his axe, threatening to cleave Charlie’s head in as he readies to swing. The soldier acts fast and crawls under, the axe barely missing his head. With the opening in site, the scared soldier took the chance to plunged his sword into his opponents stomach. The fight over, Charlie takes a well deserved breather.

Our four survivors gather to the center of the ring as the crowd cheers them for their triumphant victory. “We...We did it!?” Charlie exclaims with a disbelieving gaze. “Gotta be honest. Didn’t think we make it?” the other soldier admits. “Probably couldn’t if science wiz here didn’t figure out how to take out a bunch of them in one swoop.” Carly praises, making the scientist blush. The cheers begin to die down, they hear the sound of a single person clapping. Looking up above, they witness the applause coming from Malcolm himself. With a hardy laugh, he compliments the four fighters. “Amazing. Such incredible teamwork has let you live through the day. Well done.”. The king then stops applauding, then commands them: “Now finish it.”. “Finish? What’s he mean by that?” Charlie wonders. “Yeah! There’s no one left. Who do you expect us to fight!?” Carly screams out. With a devious sneer, he explains to the four: “Before the fight started, I said that it wouldn’t be over until only three were left standing.”. All of them realize what Malcolm what getting at.. “Now fight!” the king commands, sending the crowd into an uproar. “He can’t be serious! He expects us to kill each other!?” Charlie affirmed. “Well what if we don’t fight? Whatchu gonna do then, big guy?” one of the soldiers barked. “Then I’ll come down there and kill you the rest of you myself.”. “Bring it on, man. Save us the trouble of killing you later.” Carly declared. “Yea- Wait what!? Hang on a minute! Can we even take him?” Clara objects. “Hey, don’t sweat it. There’s four of us and one of him. With all of us fighting together, I’m sure we can take him down. What’d ya say?” Carly asked. “Yeah, lets fuck’em up.”. “Uh...Okay...” Clara hesitantly vouched.

Then, all of them heard the sound of a blade plunging into flesh. They turn, shocked to see Charlie, having stabbed himself in the stomach. “Charlie!”. One of them rushes over to their comrade as he falls to the ground. Picking him up as Charlie coughs blood, the soldier asks: “Charlie...why!?”. “I wanted so badly to change...the city...To make all this stop… The way you guys…helped the people fight back...It made me want to help too...no matter how scared I was... But you guys saw me today, I cant fight worth anything…If one of us has to go, It should be me… Probably slow all of you down anyway.”. “Charlie. You didn’t have to kill yourself. We could have beat Malcolm if we worked together.” Carly mentions. “You...and I both...know that we can’t finish him here. Even if...we did overpower him...He’d just call for reinforcements.”. Coughing up a frightening amount of blood, he tries to hang on to tell his friends with his final breath: “One more thing...When you get out of here...and get back to base…. Tell the boss...thanks for taking a coward like me in.”. With his last message delivered, the cowardly soldier meets his end. The entire stadium goes quite, his friends morning in sympathy.

The silence is then abruptly shattered, hearing Malcolm’s increasing growls of anger at the soldier suicide. “No...No! NONONONONONONONOOOOO!!!!!! You all were supposed to kill each other! Bathe in each others blood! He ruined it! All of it! That feeling of killing one of your own was supposed to drive all of you insane! I can’t even reap justice for this! How can I even take my revenge out on someone who’s already dead!?” he screams, his fits of anger echo even past the stadium. Once he’s done shouting, he looks around and sees everyone staring at him, having witnessed their king throw one of the biggest tantrums. Even the three remaining fighters below couldn’t help but staring in bewilderment. After composing himself, he looks down to Clara and the soldiers and threatening: “This isn’t over.”. He then announces: “Take them away!”. The tunnels open, armed loin guard storm the arena. Surrounding them, the guard aim their firearms at the victors, forcing Clara and the others to put down their weapons.

The guards pushes them into a holding cell, the sound of the lock clicks when the barred door shuts behind them. Inside the rough cell was nothing but some small bits of crumbled rubble, a cardboard box or two, and one wooden chair. The scientist rushes over to the door and finds it locked. “Hmm.”. She turns over to the two soldiers, who were sitting down in the squalor, utterly depressed. “So, whats the plan now?” she asks them. “I don’t know.” one of them quietly utters. “Can’t believe it. Charlies gone. I mean...He was a wuss, but...that didn’t stop him. He went into every fight we gone through. Why? Why now did he think it was too much?” Carly reflects. Clara looks back to the door, looking through the cell bars and wonder out loud: “Hey, uh...Didn’t they say something about food?”. The door suddenly opens, Clara steps back as a lion guard lets himself in. “You’re prize for the week.”. Out from his bag, he dropped a can of ravioli, one as big as a someones head. “Make it last.” the guard remark as he exit, locking the door behind him.

After Clara picks up the can, she asks: “Okay, So, does anybody actually know how were gonna get back to base?”. “If we can even make it out. The lion guard won’t let us just waltz through.”. “Pace is right. The lion guard have constant patrol around the stadium. Besides, the doors locked, and nothing in her can break it open. Might as well wait here until next week when they pull us out to fight again.” Clara thinks for a moment, putting her hands to her sides and feeling something in her pockets. Reaching in, she pulls out the broken machete she causally put away during the fight. “I got it.”. She looks to her two cellmates, presenting the broken weapon to them. “Ladies and Gentlemen. I present to you our means of escape.”. “A machete handle?” Pace wonders. “You’re enthusiasms nice, but I doubt a broken blades gonna bust us out.”. “Not with that kind of thinking.”. The scientist approaches the door and looks through the cell if anyone was nearby. Once she confirmed that the coast was clear, she wedged broken machete into the door. Clara moves around the blade, feeling for the lock. “Come on. Clara needs new cleats.”. The scientist smiles when she feels the lock. The snap of the lock make both soldiers rise from the seats as they see her force the door open. “Ta da!”. She see both of them run for the door, Carly patting Clara on the shoulder with a compliment. “You’re a roll, science wiz.”. The scientist follows her compatriots in an effort to escape.

As they sneak through the halls, Pace sees Clara holding the jumbo can of ravioli. “Do you have to take that with us?” he asks. “Hey. We fought for this, might as well take it with us.”.

All of them peek around the corner to see the first sign of a patrol, whistling to himself. “So. How many guards you think are patrolling this place?” Clara whispers. “This arena brings in and houses a ton of prisoners each week. If I had to guess...a lot.” Pace explains. “Will you two stop talking. They’ll hear us.”.

Carly starts to sneak up from behind the armored goon, tip toeing across the dirty marble floor. “Fly in to the danger zone.” the guard sings. When she was right behind him, the soldier grabs the henchman from behind and struggles to swipe away their firearms. Once she does however, she quickly uses the blunt end of the gun to knock the guard out.

Back at their cell, Carly throws the poor goon inside and locks the door. Looking to the side, Clara notices other cells beside her. “Should we free the others?” she asks them. “Nope. Main worry should be getting outta her and returning to base.” Pace explains. “Besides, you’ve seen the way these guys act. Don’t know if one of them might jump at us the moment we open the door.” Carly adds as she starts to walk off.

Going back, they go through another hall and peek around the corner. No guards in site, Pace says: “Looks like the coast is clear.”. “Come on.”. “Wait!” Clara demanded. Both soldier stop in their tracks, turning to her with Carly asking: “What now?”. They see the scientist looking towards the roof, asking them to: “Look up there.”. Looking where she’s staring at, they see camera’s planted along the roof, watching whatever passes through the halls with an everlasting watch. “Oh...”. “Shit. How we gonna get past them?” Pace curses. “Why don’t we just shoot them down?” Clara suggests. “And let the sounds of banging led give us away? Why do you think I went for the last guy’s gun first.”. “Right. Maybe we should try another way then.”. “Nah, too risky. Gotta sneak through.”.

All of them shimmy along the rough brickwork to avoid the camera’s unblinking gaze. When they see the next camera on the other side of the wall, they run into a problem. “We got a slight snag.” Clara states. “What now?” Carly worries. “The camera’s are too close to one another to have a reliable blind spot. It’s too tight.”. “I hate stealth.” Pace gripes. “So...Got any other plans cooking up there.”. Clara wonders for a moment before looking up to the camera they were under. “If I can reach up there. Maybe I can move the camera’s to a less compromising positio-”. Without warning, Carly hugs the scientist, stirring Clara in a blushing fluster. “Wha-What What are you doing!?” she whispers. The soldier props Clara up on her shoulders, just high enough to reach the camera. “Ah! Ah. Ah Oh...Thanks.”. Carly gives the scientist a thumbs up while keeping her stable. Clara takes hold of the camera and carefully moves it up, making a blind spot to pass through. When she gets off, the three tiptoe to behind the next camera, Carly lifting Clara on her shoulders so she can adjust it. They keep repeating this until they reach final camera near the end of the hallway. Hearing footsteps coming, Pace hastes: “C’mon. Lets pick up the pace.”. All of them swiftly shimmy out of the Camera’s site and rush out of the hall before a set of patrol comes through.

Clara and the soldiers rush through the halls to outrun the patrol before they’re spotted. Hiding behind a corner, they watch as the patrol heads in the other direction. As soon as they feel the sense of relief, someone behind them shouts: “Freeze!”. Looking behind them, they see a wayward lion guard, aiming their firearms at the three. “Come on, make this easier for all of us and get back to your cells. I’ll throw in a cookie if you do.”. “Like hell we will!” Pace roars before pouncing straight for the guard. The goon fires several loud shots in hopes of shooting the soldier, only for none of them to connect. Pace takes the gun from the guard and kicks him on the ground so he can fires a barrage of bullets at its owner. The man takes a moment to breath before they hear from across the hall: “What was that?”. “Sounded like gunfire, come on!”. This prompts them to start booking through the halls as fast as they can.

“Great. Now they all know we’re out. We gotta find the exit fast, or we’ll be up to our neck in lion guard.” Carly mentions, holding onto her side. “Do any of you know where the exit is!?” Clara questions. “What makes you think we know? We’d hoped to never end up.” Pace answers.

Their mad dash through the stadium sends them towards a couple of patrols. Before they can even shoot, Pace opens fire, quickly dispatching both of them. “This is more like it.” he smiles.

Running across the hall, they dash through an intersection with one side full of guards. Passing, Carly manages to gun the group down. Unfortunately, those that survived began to give chase.

With the mob of guards in hot pursuit, Clara spots an open concession stand and tells the soldiers. “Quick! In there!”. They dived behind the stand and turn to fire at the encroaching goons. The mob fires back, Carly and Pace use the stand as cover against the firing squad. With the barrage of bullets storming their direction, none of them can even peek out without risking getting their head blown off. “We’re pinned down. What now?” Carly shouts among the countless bangs. “I don’t know. I thought cover might help us. Pace looks abroad to the firing squad, the says: “You too go. I’ll hold these bastards off while you make a break for it.”. “What!? Pace, that’s insane! They’ll tear you apart!”. “I know. But if it gives you girls a chance to escape. I don’t mind taking a couple bullets. Gotta get back to base somehow, right? Science wiz...Sorry about all the shit I caused ya.”. Pace, about to leap out from cover to face the squad before them, gives one last message: “Get going!”. Both of them watch as the soldier jumps out and races towards his final fight. “Pace!”. Carly watches as her partner charges forth, opening fire at the firing squad with a smile. Clara grabs her arm and pulls her away from the scene. “Come on!”. The two run off, the echoing of bullets dimming as they escape. “Pace...”.

Running out from behind the corner, both of them grind to a halt when in front of them, a guard with a big mini gun strapped to him. Seeing the barrel starting to rev, both of them dive back into the corner just before the automated cannon could open fire. A constant wave of bullets pass through the halls as the mini gun goes off. Peeking out from the corner, Carly can see the exit just behind the approaching gunman. “Damn it! So close. What now?”. Clara gives herself a moment to think before pulling out the jumbo can of ravioli. The scientist rolls the can of compact Italian cuisine towards the guard. Walking towards their target while spraying a stream off bullets forward, the rolling can trips up the goon. The mini guns aim goes straight up, the led piercing through the fragile ceiling. The guard stops his uncontrollable barrage and starts getting back up. “What was that about?” Carly asks. “Wait for it.”. The ceiling above the gunmen begins to crack, bits of the roof start to fall off. “Come on...”Clara eggs on as she looks upwards to the cracked roof. Soon the entire ceiling falls apart, burying the guard under a mountain of debris. The banging of his gun silences as the shower of bullets cease.

“Whoa.”. “There we go. Now all that’s left is to climb our way past and we’ll be home free.” Clara giddily reviews. Before they could start climbing over the pile of rubble standing between them and the exit, Carly began to hiss in pain, grabbing the cut on her stomach. Blood leaking out from the wound. “Ahh!”. “What’s wrong!?”. “My cut. It’s too severe. I can’t even move.”. “But we’re so close! Wh-what if I carry you?”. “He he he. You, a small twinkie, carry a big and bulky girl like me? Ain’t gonna happen. You just gotta go on without me.”. Carly grunts and hisses as her wound worsens. “I-I can’t just leave you here. There has to be another-”. “You ain’t got a choice!” Carly shouts, making Clara go quiet. “The lion guard are gonna be here any minute. At least one of us has to make it back to base, else this whole mess of a mission would just be for nothing. You understand?”. Sadly, Clara nods and starts to climb up the rubble. “One more thing.” Carly states, stopping Clara from climbing so she can look back. “Can you tell the boss were sorry...that things got this bad.”. With that said, the scientist continues to ascend the rubble. Carly slowly stands and looks ahead, the footsteps from halls getting louder. The soldier take her gun and aims down the corridor. “Charlie...Pace...I’ll see you guys soon.”.

Over the mountain of debris, Clara hears the sound of gunfire going off from the other side. Without hesitation, she runs out the exit and through the parking lot, leaving the once sporting and beloved baseball stadium behind.

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