This is adapted from an RP with @hackles-up, my beloved B (Beast) is her character.
Content / warnings: illegal fights, forced to fight, threats of noncon, humiliation and dehumanisation, broken bone, shock collar, whumpee x caretaker, bad guy pov. BBU setting implied.
Today's arena was impressive; even though it was as improvised as they all were. Set in the old sports area of an abandoned factory's rooming house, the organizers had invested in quite a bit of equipment and service to make the venue memorable.
Large stage lighting systems were installed on the long sides of the pool, spotlights that would later illuminate the fighting pit on the bottom of the empty pool now dancing over the expectant audience, the caterers flitting between them, and the fighters preparing in a cordoned-off area opposite the entrance.
Bull stood in the fighter's area with crossed arms, his back to the wall, the size of the empty half circle around him a good indicator for the respect he'd earned himself over the past years. He was a favorite; his owner's, but also, the crowd's. Every now and then one of the guests in their suits or evening wear would step in closer to the cordon, look at him, and nod contently before they pulled out their wallets and turned towards the betting stations. He allowed himself a short smile. More money meant more clout, meant more rewards. Bull had started as a desperate street fighter, but he had worked himself up to his own room in his master's house, his own chef, his own physical therapist.
Only thing he'd ceased getting, something other Dogs had, were Chewtoys.
Bull went through them too quickly, Master had said. He'd have to wait for the fights. It was an unspoken law, that everyone who set up an opponent for Bull, everyone who wanted to challenge the champion, added a prize for him as well. He hadn't seen tonight's one, yet. Not that it mattered much. He'd win. He always did. And after, there'd be someone scared and warm waiting for his cock.
Usually, these prizes were runaways, gathered from the street, or discount pets after a third or fourth refurb. Skinny, scarred, pathetic. Most weren't even Romantics. Didn't matter. Bull didn't want to be seduced.
They rarely made it long. Sometimes, spectators of the fights would pay Bull's master extra, to let them watch the aftermath. In those cases, they did last longer. Bull knew how to give a spectacle.
He figured they'd want a spectacle tonight, as well. Bull was the headliner, scheduled for the last fight of the night - as always -, but this time, they pitted him against fresh meat. One of Hank's, this place's head operator's, latest findings. The man was good at spotting potential; but setting his latest toy up against Bull in his very first fight? Risky, to say the least.
From the corner of his eye, Bull saw one of Hank's trainers pointing at him. Ryder. Arrogant, overpriced ass who wouldn't last a second in the pit himself. Only thing he could achieve was mess with WRU products conditioned minds. His Master had brought Ryder in as a trainer for Bull once, because he was meant to be the best. Hadn't worked out well. Bull didn't fight because of weird WRU drugs messing up his brain. Bull fought because he wanted to. Because fighting opened doors for him. Because he couldn't just do whatever he wanted, but was celebrated for it, revered even. His Master had a claim on him, sure, but both Bull and him knew, he could walk away whenever he wanted. He just didn't want it.
Bull's gaze rested on the Dog next to Ryder. Curious, that Hank let Ryder train the newbie. Quite the investment into someone who'd be obliterated. He watched the new Dog with a glint of lazy interest. Big, just like Bull himself. Lot slimmer around the waist, though. Built to be not only strong, but pretty, too. He was younger than Bull, but far older than the usual fresh meat they'd throw on the market.
And obviously pumped on drugs. Bull smirked and gestured at his trainer. Well then. He'd match that. His trainer raced to his side with a drinking bottle. Filled with the good juice. Bull took a big gulp. "What's that guy's story?"
"They call him the Beast. Runaway WRU they found on the trash and built up again."
"Guessed as much."
"There's more though. Something you should know."
"Hm?"
"Bait's his girlfriend."
Bull chuckled. "Pathetic. Dogs don't do relationships." "Maybe he's an unusual one. He's going to want to defend her."
Bull watched the pet from hard eyes. "I'll keep him alive then. Let him watch."
The trainer tilted his head, but his reply was drowned out in booming music, tuning over into an announcement.
“Ladies and gentlemen! We have a great line up for you tonight, so get those bets in and let’s get this show on the road!”
The new Dog startled at the noise and the following roar of the crowd.
Bull chuckled half to himself. This would be easy. Still. He could make it easier still.
"Where is that prize?" Bull asked, over the cheer of the audience, unfazed by the noise. It would grow a lot louder, when he came up, later. "Get her here. Pay someone if you must. Gonna push some buttons before we're on."
His glance followed the trainer, wandering over the spectators, who cheered as the first fighters of the day were let down into the ring.
There he was, the ring's manager, Hank, standing next to his boss in the first row.
By their side, kept on a short leash, knelt a young woman in a tight black catsuit, her face pressed against Hank's leg.
From the distance, Bull saw Hank shake his head. His boss put a hand on Hank's arm, saying something into his ear, that caused Hank to lift his arm and throw an with an indignant gesture at Bull.
Bull grinned. He always got what he wanted. He made the money tonight, after all.
It was thrilling, to see the bristling Hank stomp towards him, the bait dragged behind him, struggling to keep his pace as she crawled on all fours.
The girl could've been conventionally attractive, Bull guessed, if that was what one was into. Tall, skinny, soft, cute little cat ears nestled in her short hair. She was also humiliated, terrified, and drugged just enough to make that terror plain obvious but render her unable to do anything. That certainly was something Bull was into. He smiled, flashing all his sharpened teeth.
"Don't do anything stupid, Bull." Hank kept the girl on a tight leash, as he arrived just on the other side of the cordon. It wasn't only rope keeping them in, though.
Circuits were embedded in the floor, that would set off the collar of any Dog who crossed it before the time for their fights. Bull knew precisely where these are, and how to avoid them when he sauntered towards her.
He grinned, ignoring Hank's speech.
He could swear the bait was shivering already.
"So, Kitty," he snarled instead, making sure the new guy overheard. "I hear you're used to taking Dog cock?"
It was enough already. From the side, he heard an animalistic roar, alarmed screams from the handlers.
The new guy was lunging forward, gnashing his teeth together, all but dragging the two handlers desperately trying to pull back his leash.
"Dany!" His voice was harsh and raw.
"Dany," Bull all but purred. "They give names to the fucktoys? What a waste."
"Beastie! Stay!" Ryder was running towards his charge.
"Catch poles! Get the catch poles-" Hank yelled orders at the handlers.
The commotion in the fighters' area had stirred the audience, enough for their attention to shift from the fight down in the pit to tonight's main contestants. Murmurs and laughter erupted, even a cheer or two for Bull.
He grinned, taking in his surroundings.
Hank had pushed himself between the Fighters and the girl.
Not far enough though.
At the other end of the area, the WRU pet had shaken off the handlers trying to pull him back and charged towards Bull, letting out a guttural roar.
Bull knew exactly where he could step, and his arms were long enough. His left arm pushed Hank away, his right wrapped around the girl's leash and yanked.
The whore wouldn't have been any match for him in any state. Drugged as she was, she all but fell right into his arms with a hoarse scream, just as he spun back towards the charging idiot, the girl pressed firmly against his front, right in the Beast's path.
The other stopped dead in his tracks, inches in front of them.
"Easy, buddy," Bull taunted. "We're not on yet."
It sounded like the fight had been interrupted down in the pit. All eyes were on them now. Perfect.
Bull fastened his hold of the fucktoy, acknowledging the press of her warm, tense body against his, her frantic heartbeat against his chest, that caused a pleasant stir in his groin. She'd be fun, later. He leaned in the slightest bit, licked a slow, long strip over her neck, making sure his sharpened teeth caught the light just right.
"You've fucked her before, too, haven't you? Don't you think I too deserve a taste of what I fight for?"
"Bull," Hank hissed. "Step down."
Bull ignored him easily. Hank would acknowledge the rustle of bills around him just as much as Bull did. And even if he didn't - Hank's own boss sure did. All attention was good attention.
The other Fighter took another slow, predatory step towards Bull.
Behind him catch poles were silently, hastily being snatched up. Fingers hovered over controllers. Nobody dared to make a move though. It seemed as if everyone held their breath.
Then, the wannabe-Beast lunged forward, eyes glaring with unbridled fury, his first crashing towards Bull's face.
He had no idea what he was getting himself into. Too bad for him that Bull did.
The bitch screamed, when the pet's fist came crashing towards her. Bull had to leave it to his opponent - he was fast. Good to know. No chance for Bull to wrestle his girl in the line of attack, just to throw himself back and dodge. The "Beast"'s fist brushed over Bull's cheek, but failed to fully connect.
Before he could even withdraw his arm, his eyes widened. His body spasmed. He fell over like a felled tree.
For the tight fracture of a second, Bull expected a shock of his own. None came. So he just watched his opponent crumble in front of him. The whore's heart against him was racing, her shiver a tantalizing distraction on Bull's skin. He gently lowered his mouth over her neck, pulse under his enforced teeth. Her breath stilled. As did the audience's.
"Intermission," the announcer's voice crackled over the speakers. "We've decided to interupt tonight's program, and pull forward our main fight. Please, refill your drinks, adjust your bets, and be ready to see Bull vs Beast, starting in no less than five minutes!"
Bull locked gaze with his Master, in the first row, slight panic in his eyes, gesturing for him to let go. Bull rolled his eyes. Idiot. As if Bull would risk disqualification like that.
He slowly pulled back from her neck, felt the tension of the audience dissolve, just like his Master's.
"I'll finish with you soon enough," he murmured into the whore's hair, loud enough for those spectators around him to brighten up in anticipation.
"Fighters, step back," another announcement cracked.
Bull nodded his head in faux deference and set the prize down to her feet, ready to toss her back to Hank.
Not without a little signature, though.
A slight twist of his arm was all it took.
He felt her bone shift under her skin, heard it crack, just as he let go of her with a swift push.
She landed in a heap in front of Hank's feet, screaming in pain.
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The audience slowly retreated, ushered back by Hank's security. Handlers rushed in to look after Hank's sorry ruffled Beastie, already sitting up, pale from the shock's aftermath, rendered unable to do anything but growl. What a throwback for the upcoming fight these shocks would prove to be.
Bull's own trainer appeared by his side with a bag of ice for his face, and he reached out to take it. His gaze rested on Hank though, and he relished the way the manager's lip formed an asshole. He'd never say it out loud, though. Hank knew where his boss' money came from.
And so he seethed in furious silence as he signalled for a medic to look after his pathetic fucktoy's broken arm.
"Waste of time," Bull mouthed, grinning at Hank and lifting a finger to draw a line across his throat. "She's done. They both are."
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I’m reading a really well written fic that I’ve been writing a massive comment for as I go. Characterization is spot on, interesting set-up, lovely writing. Then reading the last chapter and one of the only men of colour in the series has been recast as a dog. Just. No, don’t do this.
