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Chapter 298: A Girl and a Goat
Chapter 298: A Girl and a Goat
Chapter 298: A Girl and a Goat
“Maaaa!?” the goatkin bleat while his eyes spun in opposite directions, pinpointing the locations of his increasing enemies while he hugged the naked girl closer to himself. “She’s maaaa-ine!”
Number Forty rolled her eyes but did not even finish rolling her eyes before she was in the air with the goatkin again. Just like the elderly catgirl and the hobo did not wait for the goatkin to make up his mind before opening fire, neither did the goatkin wait to be burned alive.
And the beastkin proved incredibly nimble at avoiding enemy fire from multiple directions even while carrying a girl in the grip of his heavy gauntlets. He zigzagged, leaped, and jumped all over the arena, the flames and arrows ended up closer to hitting some of the shirtless staff or the remaining participants in the crossfire than scoring so much as a scratch on the speeding, laughing goatkin.
“It seems that Number Thirty-seven has no intention of sharing his bounty!” the announcer laughed.
With one spinning eye, the goatkin watched out for the angle of attacks while with another he watched Number Forty’s titties bounce from all the movement. He reached with his tongue to lick them, but nearly bit his own tongue off when he suddenly had to evade a boomerang with its blades extended flying straight for his head.
The goatkin’s and gazellekin’s eyes met for a moment. Number Thirty-seven saw the beastgirl sweating. And that wasn’t just from the heat of the surrounding fires. The beastgirl had hoped to strike a blow. And if she could not do so even under such circumstances, how could she hope to win later after they’re done with Number Forty.
Similair thoughts must have gone through the heads of the other remaining five “allies”. The sharkkin also unleashed his metal wheel at the goatkin, who again jumped several feet away from the wheel’s destructive, but obvious trajectory.
“Number Thirty-seven has a clear advantage when it comes to speed,” the announcer commented. “But with The Huggers occupied with keeping his prisoner in place, how can the goat hope to fight back? Will he simply choose to fuck her while he runs around? Crush her in half after he's done with her?”
The reaction among the spectators was mixed. The high of the first blood quickly wore off and many were tired of watching the goatkin run circles around the others.
“About time she got stuffed!”
“Fuck her in her pale ass!”
“If there won’t be any more deaths just crush her spine and be done with this!”
“Come on, Number Forty! I’m counting on you to get me the grand prize!”
“By this point, I don’t care if she gets impaled by a cock or sword. What a disappointment!”
“Yeah, the hell is this damsel in distress shit!? I wanted to see you fight that masked bitch!”
The goatkin ended up running well out of range of his opponents who now had to run up themselves to catch up. The stream of arrows ran out before the hobo even got back in range. And the old catgirl noticed that no matter how closely she approached the goatkin, her stream of flames could not reach her target.
Number Thirty-seven used this momentary breather to admire the porcelain skin on the body of his seductive captive and asked her, “What will it be?”
Number Thirty-seven then reached with his tongue to her face. The girl instinctively turned away, but that did not stop the goatkin from licking the left side of her face from her chin to her closed eye.
“Hm?” the goatkin noticed the momentary revulsion on the girl’s face, clear as day. “I’m risking maaaa life for nothing? Ungrateful bitch! How about I snap your spine and throw you to that pyro-grandmaaaa to be burned alive?”
“No! You misunderstand! I’m just… Your tongue is so long… I’ve… I’ve never slept with a beastkin before!”
“O-ooh!?” the goatkin’s face changed completely. Surprised and excited, he smiled lecherously, and said, “I told you I’d be gentle if you played nice.”
“C-can you kiss me on the mouth?” the girl asked coyly. “Not with your tongue. With your lips… Like a man!”
“HOW THE FUCK DO I RELOAD THIS THING!?” the bearded man screamed as he fumbled with his weapon, trying to pry parts open until it slipped out of his hands and fell at his feet.
Number One grimaced when the burning stream of fire fizzled out like someone closed the valve and she reached for one of the other full cartridges that were strapped to The Roaster.
The sharkkin, however, was now within range and swung his mighty chain, ready to unleash the wheel to ruin the intimate moment.
“Better be quick!” the goatkin said to the girl and moved in for a kiss. “And undo the button on my pants while you’re at it!”