New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus

Number Forty dodged the nine-foot-in-diameter deadly wheel easily enough, both the frontal attack and the returning arc of the weapon. However, the sharkkin was getting the hang of his weapon. His attacks came faster and he learned to change the arc of his giant wheel mid-attack. Even the wound in his abdomen and the deep cut in the palm of his dominant hand did not slow down the impressive physical specimen. Number Forty-four swung the mighty chain that was attached to the wheel and unleashed another attack with increasing frequency.

And just as Number Forty jumped away, she nearly fell over because of a pull on her left leg that held her in place. She looked down behind her and saw the bloodied goatkin’s mutilated face, twisted and contorted from injuries, pain, and rage that showed clearly in his spinning, swollen bloodshot eyes. His face was filed off to the bone around his mouth, with a tooth hanging by a bloody threat from a half-broken jaw with blood-soaked bone showing prominently around the roots of his broken teeth.

“YOU’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!!” the goatkin screamed.

“H-how is he alive?” the announcer asked quietly in disbelief.

“Over thirty years of dick punching and rejection have prepared me for more than this!” the goatkin bellowed as tightened his grip around the Number Forty’s ankle.

The goatkin had every intention to crush the girl’s ankle into liquid mush, however, his damaged gauntlet operated by his damaged arm no longer had anything close to the power it once possessed.

“AAAAHH!” the girl screamed in pain just as the sharkkin’s wheel churned the rocks of the arena, speeding toward her position.

“Finally!” the old, three-foot-tall catgirl shouted and aimed her weapon at the girl, fully aware that the arc of her fully loaded flames would incinerate both her target and the goatkin. “Don’t you let go!”

Number Forty looked at the goatkin who was no longer gagging and choking after the intimate encounter with the wheel and asked, “You swallowed it then?”

“Swallowed wha—?” the goatkin’s belly burst violently, unleashing his blood and guts in all directions, spraying all over the side of the practically naked girl’s body. A torn part of the goatkin’s small intestine shlopped against the girl’s naked breast and slowly slid down along the blood and mincemeat-covered surface of her body.

Every single of Number Forty’s opponents was momentarily stunned in shock. But the wheel kept on turning.

Freed from the goatkin’s hold for a second time, number Forty dodged the rolling wheel as even the sharkkin was stunned too much to pay attention to his own weapon.

The crowds cheered for the renewed bloodshed.

“KILL HER ALREADY!!” the old catgirl and the announcer shouted in unison.

Flame and arrows flew at the girl from the front, a boomerang from the side, the returning wheel from behind, the sharkkin snapping back to reality and focusing on hitting the girl. Covered in blood and guts Number Forty stood in place until the very last second before leaping right over the path of the giant wheel and ending up on the other side of the wheel, using it to shield herself from the fire and arrows that struck the wheel.

Number Forty ran beside the wheel for several seconds, shielding herself from the flames that Number One’s Roaster spew without relent. The old catgirl continued aiming her fires at the wheel, setting it ablaze, but through the inferno which she caused, she did not see that her target fell behind the wheel that was bound to outpace her.

Number One adjusted her aim but, before the adjusted trajectory of the flames reached her target, a familiar katana appeared, flying through the flames right at the catgirl.

The catgirl only managed to let out a gasp of surprise before the katana skewered her left arm, severing her muscles and breaking the humerus bone into several pieces.

Robbed of all power in her arm, the elderly catgirl ended up dropping the barrel of The Roaster even as it was still spewing more flames and set the area around her on fire.

“AAAAAHHH!?” the elderly beastkin screamed in surprise and pain from the heat. She inadvertently let go of her weapon completely which led to even more fire spreading all around her, setting her clothes ablaze.

The deadly wheel (which was now also on fire thanks to Number One) kept rolling along its path, back to the sharkkin, bound to roll past him so that he could launch another strike. But as the wheel approached the sharkkin, a pink bubble expanded and burst at one of the wheel’s edges, sending it flying in a swirling, spinning, chaotic but beautiful flaming arch. The burning wheel hit and tore into the sharkkin’s chest and shoulder, ripping out his scales and flesh and knocking him aside.

The burning, spiraling wheel finally hit the ground again as it rolled forward sending rock and fire in all directions, bounced, hit the ground again, and kept rolling forward all the way to the edge of the arena and off of it. The fiery circle kept spinning as it plunged into the abyss below. The bright burning fire quickly decreased in size until it disappeared completely in the darkness.

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