Mistress Kash's Fight Pit: Betting On Horses (patron reward) (Patreon)

Back to the fantasy fight club! Now with a new matchup of a centaur and a horse person with out of ring rivals. A nice mix of all sorts of new experiences. A lucha centaur, building a species' lore from the ground up for horsefolk (aka equians), a clash of biped and quadraped ladies, taking a real grudge into a faked staged grudge, treating ladies with livestock with their goblin dom... good mix of stuff.

“Guys! We need to hire them!”

Kash came barging into The Bloody Barbarian back area. It served as their changing room and employee lounge, formerly shared by slave cages. The stubby accountant breathed heavily, her tidily dressed breasts heaving. She was the unofficial hostess of the fight pit, but that mostly meant acting like a dominatrix. It didn’t make her in shape.

“Hire who?” Gale asked.

The elf sat at a table sorting through notes and sketches for future fights. Hanna and Dagni were out in the fight pit, their gentle grunts occasionally trickling into her ears as they choreographed some new moves.

“This centaur… and this equian… huff… they’re perfect for a fight.”

Gale breathed out a tiny chuckle. It was an amusing thought. Centaurs were a little uncommon in the city for how unwieldy their builds could be: full horse bodies with a human torso growing out of the top. Equians were sort of the opposite. They were sturdy, humanoid horse people, complete with hooves for feet and fur all over their bodies. Gale had always heard that they were a gruff and temperamental bunch; their homeland was earned by some harsh revolution against their old leaders, and being compared to workhorses tended to show their stiff sense of humor.

“Yea… that’s a fun idea. If we can find any…” the elf admitted.

“No! Not like an idea. I mean I heard about two of them that would be perfect. There’s always talk around town about how they got into an argument on the farm they were working on and people are just WAITING for them to throw down! We book them, we’ve got guests crammed in up to the doors!”

Gale’s eyebrow perked up. That did sound like easy gold. The gossip was half the advertising anyway. She slid her notes aside and hopped away from her table.

“Works for me. Let’s go find them and fake a fight before they duke it out for real.”

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The reputation of both parties was enough that they didn’t have to look for long. Gale found the centaur woman storming back after trying to beg (and then argue) for her job back at the farm, and Kash found the equian drinking at a bar and getting more fired up, ranting to anyone who would listen. It all sounded like a slow and steady escalation over time that peaked with some misplaced tools, but the real reason didn’t matter. The ladies came to blows and the farm’s owner kicked them out on the spot. The heat between them was clearly real, because when they happened to arrive on either ends of the fight club, their eyes lit up and they tried to storm at each other for another shouting match (or worse) before they were escorted to separate rooms.

Dagni sat with the centaur. Camilla was clearly from another kingdom, if not continent, based on her dark tan skin and her  fluid and lighter accent alone. She looked like most of the farm work was with her lower body, because she had a fairly slim human half with some frizzy dark hair. Her fur was a similar, slightly lighter shade, and she wore a simple blouse over her top half. A simple, horse blanket-like skirt draped over her flank to provide some basic modesty for her privates.

“Just so you know, we’re kind of all about stage fighting. We play it up for the crowd, make it look better than the real thing, play up some of the species stereotypes… it’s just all for show. Not fully scripted but the pain is fake, action’s real, you know? If you girls end up bumping each other around a little, that’s fine, but we’re not the death pit we used to be. It’s honestly been a lot better for everyone involved,” the goblin explained.

“I’d still like to get a hoof up that putita’s ass,” Camilla growled.

“I’m sure we can arrange something involving asses,” Kash pondered, making some quick notes.

“Now do you have any previous fighting experience?”

“The occasional catfight or bar brawl, but nothing professional. I was more into mountatuta back in Centuria.”

Kash’s ears twitched at the word. “I’m sorry… mounting what?”

“It is ahhh…” The dark centaur clearly searched for the word. “Think of it like gymnastics. Most centaurs are very grounded and heavy, but I trained in being much more acrobata and more balanced.”

When Kash gave her a puzzled look, Camilla calmly pulled on a chair to tip it over on its side. She hopped up onto one hoof and balanced it on the edge of the chair, her weight perfectly centered on its edge. She used another leg to bump it so that it tumbled over, but she gracefully walked on it like some kind of half-horse tightrope walker. Kash’s eyes lit up.

“We can definitely use that! I remember some stories about a certain kind of grappler in the Gorgeous Gladiators books… how do you feel about wearing a mask?”

“A… mask, you say?”

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Gale sat with Arnei out by the bar. She resembled most equians. Their kind didn’t have much variety in their builds, all of them effectively anthropomorphic horses, but their coloration varied wildly. Arnei was a broad-shouldered, thickly muscled workhorse of a woman, mostly blonde-colored in her fur. Some bright pink streaks of fur marked her back and a salt and pepper mane tied into a tight braid going down between her shoulder blades. She wore the usual loose loincloth and work shirt that equians preferred to keep their muscular builds loose.

“So it sounds like you’re a pretty seasoned fighter,” the elf noted.

Arnei gave a dismissive grunt.

“Not really. I worked at a trade caravan for heavy cargo shipments. But that means I’m strong enough to chuck that dumb half-horse around.”

Gale considered that. Lifting strength did add a lot to a match, considering how well Hanna handled herself with brute force alone.

“And are you good with this being a staged thing? The Barbarian is a lot more acting than really beating the crap out of each other.”

Arnei gave a ponderous hum, thinking carefully on her answer.

“I can pull my punches… but I want that bitch to hurt. And humiliate her in front of everyone.”

Gale clicked her tongue and frowned.

“I can’t promise you’ll be the one to do it, but Kash is sort of our referee. If she’s in control of things and you do what she says, I can promise you’ll both be hurt and humiliated by her at the very least.”

The horsewoman didn’t have to think very long on that one.

“Deal,” she said, leaning over the table to offer a handshake.

“Sounds perfect. We’ll need a day or so to finish expanding the club enough for some more seating and extra space in the pit, so we have some time to prep and practice. As for your ring persona, how does fur take to dying?”

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The existing rumors combined with some fresh fliers for the expanded seating and upcoming “marefight grudge match” got a lot of attention for The Bloody Barbarian that week. Arnei and Camilla had managed to get through at least one run-through of a basic practice match, and that was enough that Gale was willing to trust them not to kill each other. When the crowd settled in, Kash came out with her usual corset, high heeled boots and riding crop. She had added an open, brown leather jacket, some assless chaps and the wide-brimmed cowboy hat that was so popular with the riders of the southern kingdoms. The audience laughed at the themed costume as she waved it around over her head. The goblin started out speaking in a shitty southern accent that would come and go throughout the night as she remembered.

“How dee, y’all! And welcome to Kash’s rodeo! I got a bunch of smelly critters for y’all to oggle at tonight, so let’s round up the first of these dumb animals!”

Gale activated a soundstone to play some pre-recorded fiddles and guitars. They had some talk about getting a proper band (or at least a bard with some sound magic) together to do intro music, but it would do for now. Kash strode right backstage and a moment later, she came out with Arnei being led on a leash. The horsewoman wore a tight-fitting but lightweight version of leather barbarian armor and with a bridle attached to the leash. She even had a miniature saddle strapped to her back, looking even more horse-like as she hunched down to follow Kash’s short reach. They had dyed fiery red streaks into her torso’s fur, drawing the eye to her broad and busty chest.

“Say hello to my newest pet Arnei! This rowdy clopper ain’t much to look at but at least she can fight,” Kasha introduced as she unwrapped the bridle from her.

Arnei gave her a bitter grimace and snorted. Kash didn’t hesitate to pull out her magical cattle prod and jab her with it. It gave a large burst of sparks that looked worse than it was, but it still stung enough to get a clear jolt out of the equian.

“She’s still not that bright either! The horse head comes with a horse brain, y’know. So let’s see how the other half fares, cuz I’ve got another new piece of fighting fuckmeat for you to see!”

Kash went backstage and a moment later, she came out riding on Camilla’s back. The centaur had her arms tied behind her back and with Kash riding sidesaddle on her fuzzy back. She wore nothing on her horse half and a tasseled gold bikini over her tan breasts. The ties on the back were extra long, allowing Kash to hold and steer them like a set of reins. She wore a matching glittery lucha mask covering everything above her nose and eyeholes, copying the famous southern orcish grapplers that Camilla had never even heard of.

“And this is Killa Camilla, aka the Flying Showpony! She’s a lot flashier than she is tough, but she’s quite the showoff slut!”

Kash gave her a firm slap on the flank, cuing her to squat down and let the short ref hop off safely. Only then did she unwrap Camilla’s wrists from the binding lace. She gave Camilla another spank to let her stand up.

“See that? That’s what a properly trained ANIMAL should behave like!” Kash goaded.

Camilla fumed but tolerated it as she squared up for the fight. The clashing gong rang backstage to start them off and they started to circle. The surprisingly nimble centaur was just as quick at keeping pace with Arnei, so they finally broke the stalemate. They lunged in and grabbed at each other’s shoulders, jockeying for position. Camilla had the leverage by being taller but Arnei had enough raw power to push back just as fiercely. Both girls’ muscles bulged in effort as they glared into each other’s faces. With a few bumps of their breasts together, the equian finally heaved hard to one side. Camilla yelped as she was tossed to her side slamming down in the dust where Arnei quickly fell into an elbow drop to her exposed side. The thick horse hide absorbed much of the impact as one of the safer spots to hit her, but it still felt satisfying for the equian to slam into her actual nemesis.

Camilla winced and rolled onto her back, thrashing about with her hooves to drive her back with some blows of her own. Arnei blocked the worst of them and backed off, but the centaur sprang back to her feet and rose into a powerful clothesline to her chest. The furry woman grunted and reeled back but barely stayed up. Camilla followed up by thumping a few pulled punches into her stomach, which Arnei grunted further to sell the moves. They had essentially agreed to hit until they reacted, so it was in their own best interest to exaggerate how hard they were hitting lest they decide to amp it up.

Arnei started to stagger back until she broke the assault, raising and kicking a hoof into one of Camilla’s knees. It hit with a hard thud and clopped back down into the dirt, but the centaur howled in pain as she tried to grab at it. There was a sharp whistle as Kash stepped up, waving at them to break it up.

“Hey! Watch the joints there, chunky! I want that slut intact in case I gotta resell her to the tracks!”

She gave Arnei another sadistic jab with her cattle prod before pointing at the dirt.

“You wanna act like a dumb beast? I’ll treat ya like one! Get down here!”

The equian bruiser humbly went to all fours. Kash jumped onto her shoulders, gripping her mane while balancing her plump little ass on the back of her head.

“There we go! Now I can keep a real close eye on you! And don’t let me get hit or I’m taking it out of your ass.”

With the handicap of a rider to protect, Kash signaled for them to continue. Arnei could carry Kash easily enough but she was getting used to the weight while Camilla was free to move as she pleased. Arnei grabbed at her but she pranced out of the way, moving behind her and throwing a mule kick into the horsegirl’s ass. She stumbled and yelped, rubbing her ass while Camilla grabbed her by the tail before she could get too far. She reeled her back in and hooked her forelegs in front of Arnei’s, tripping her up while lifting and shoving down on her hips. The whole thing left Arnei falling flat on her tits and face, her furry boobs bouncing right out of the flimsy leather armor beneath the weight of her heavy body.

“Whoa there, horsie!” Kash cackled as she jiggled around safely on her back.

Camilla grabbed the groaning, barely dressed equian by the mane and dragged her along.

“Looks who’s a four-legged freak now,  sequenta!”

Camilla spat the accented insult (one that she’d entirely made up as something that sounded southern) as she swung Arnei muzzle-first into the barrier around the ring. The equian gave a pained cry as she cushioned the landing with her forearms slumping against the barricade. Camilla raised herself up on her hind legs and brought her underbelly crashing down on Arnei’s back like she was trying to ride her behind Kash. The extra weight pushed her neck down on the railing, making her gag right in front of a bunch of excited fans.

“HEY! That’s it! No using the barricade for chokes when you’ve got your hands for that!” Kash barked.

A few of the old fans laughed, knowing it was contradictory to other nights’ rules. It was just Kash being cruel to them because she could. She hopped off Arnei’s back and landed on Camilla’s furry spine, yanking on her tail to make her retreat. The equian coughed and rubbed her throat while Kash snapped her fingers and looked backstage.

“I thought better of you, glue factory. You should know the rules before I tell them to you like a good pet. For that violation, you get a BIG penalty!”

Gale came out from backstage with a silk-covered dish like it had some extreme delicacy. Instead, it was a 15-inch veiny dildo. The elf knelt and offered it humbly to Kash, but the goblin held no such reverence. She grabbed the rubbery toy and rammed it up Camilla’s horse pussy. It wedged in deep, but even the centaur had to gasp as her human half stiffened up. Her hooves clopped in place uncomfortably as Kash’s fist dug deep inside her and made sure it was suitably fixed in place. When she pulled out her dampened arm, the toy had vanished inside her and made her every move a little more cramped and uncomfortable.

“She sucks as a wrestler, but she makes a handy purse!” the goblin taunted her.

She gave Camilla a firm slap on the flank, which made her clench and shudder around her new internal accessory.

“Alright! Move ‘em out, lil doggies!”

The two started to circle again but it was clear that the large insertion was throwing off Camilla’s rhythm. The equian opponent ran after her and drove a fist into her abdomen right where her human and horse halves met. The tender spot made the brunette demhuman wretch and her legs falter, which made her gasp and grasp at her backside as her insides clenched. Arnei pummeled her with a few more punches, grabbing her hair and rocking her with some hooks that were truly closer to fist-pushes to her jaw. Camilla staggered until Arnei reached past her human half, wrapping her arms around the four-legged fighter’s midsection. With a huge grunt and a heave, she lifted the few-hundred pounds of centaur over her shoulder while the crowd went nuts for the show of strength.

“Time to… rip you back in half like you should be, freak!” Arnei huffed.

She struggled, but kept her balance, setting Camilla up for a finishing spike to the ground. Just when Arnei swung her down for the massive piledriver, the centaur thrust out with her hind legs and struck against the equian’s brawny shoulders. It didn’t prevent the fall, but she used her solid opponent to spring off and redirect it. The only thing more shocking and impressive than Arnei lifting her heavy opponent was seeing the centaur turn it into an aerial flip. She did a spiral in the air heading towards the crowd fast enough to make some of them panic and run for cover. The acrobatic centaur twisted in midair and planted her hind legs against the top of the barricade, nimbly turning around on the spot. Arnei pretended to look shocked. Even if they had practiced it several times before, it was easy to fake because she had been just as stunned the first time it happened.

While she was stunned at the sight, Camilla turned and sprang back at her.

“I’ll show YOU who’s the horse’s ass here!” she declared as she slammed her huge and heavy ass into Arnei’s face.

The equian caught her by the hips but only just enough to dull the impact. Camilla’s butt still slammed her down, sitting on her face and burying her muzzle under her pussy. They had practiced the stunt repeatedly to accomplish the mix of strength and acrobatics perfectly while keeping the sturdy women safe, so it landed in a safe pin that looked even too heavy for Arnei to escape as she slammed into the dust.

The one difference was that they hadn’t tried it with the dildo crammed inside her. Camilla landed with an impact rushing through her hips, stimulating the sex toy and its tightly fitted position. Even in her victorious pin while Kash counted down the 3-count, Camilla shuddered and gushed a massive orgasm over Arnei’s face. She thrashed and sputtered, choking on horse pussy juice, but thankfully it made it even harder for her to escape. The bell rang again as Kash hopped up to her feet.

“ANNND three! We got a winner! The lucha showpony, Killa Camillaaaa!”

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The ladies cleaned up and regrouped with Gale and the rest of their crew attending that night. The elf handed them their cut of the door price while Kash was rapidly counting through the gold.

“Here’s what we can promise in advance. Swing by tomorrow when she’s done counting, but expect at least as much again from the looks of it.”

“Great,” Arnei grunted, tucking the gold pouch into her purse. She rolled out some of the lingering cramps and bumps from her shoulders and breast where Camilla had bounced off her. She had scrubbed for most of the shower getting the smell of her cum out of her fur and mane.

“Excellent. It’s already more profitable than farm work,” Camilla noted as she took it herself.

“So?” Gale asked, folding her arms with a smirk. “Not bad, right? A little practice, a few thumps and some humiliation. Could we count on you guys working for us again?”

Camilla and Arnei both nodded.

“Sounds good,” they said together.

“So I guess this means your grudge is settled, huh?” Hana asked with a flash of a grin.

“NOT ON YOUR LIFE!” they both snapped, glaring at each other.

Their fists clenched, but they were both tired enough to just storm off out of different exits. Gale sighed and met Hana’s gaze.

“Better than nothing, I guess,” she shrugged.