Chapter 0 - Stiff Competition

    Cobrak sat in the second row on the east side of the Gurubashi arena. It was a sunny day in the early spring, which meant the heat wasn't cruel enough to lash across his broad muscular back. The air was just cool enough to feel as refreshing as an ice-cold brew after a long hard day.

    To his left and right were dozens of fight fans of various races all cheering on the fighters they thought would win them a gambler's purse. Humans and orcs threw their fists in the air while Tauren and Draenei stomped their hooves to make the arena seats shake with small quakes and rumbles. There were others from the various races of Azeroth gathered all around the arena, cheering in their way all while their eyes were fixed on the melee below.

Cobrak turned his attention down towards the melee just as the arena master announced the fighters.

    “FROM THE EASTERN ENTRANCE IS A BRAND NEW ADDITION TO THE ARENA”...shouted the arena master. “...YOU BETTER WATCH THIS BRUISER. ANNA IRONPOLE!”

    A tall human woman entered the arena from the east. She had an athletic figure and shining eyes that took in the arena with a vigorous energy that won the crowd’s approval. Her body was firm and compact with any hint of softness bound up tight around leather straps around her body, and a hefty oak staff strapped to her back.

    “AND FROM THE WEST ENTRANCE, WE HAVE THE RETURN OF A FIGHTER FROM THE ARENA’S PAST. A RECENT COMPETITOR IN TOURNAMENT BOXING LEAGUES. VIXIEEEEEE BOOTSGUARD!”

    Then a goblin woman entered from the western edge of the arena. She had fire-red hair that was tied back into a tight ponytail that ran down her back. Her bust was tightly packed inside of a gray sports bra with a matching pair of shorts to squeeze her wide hips. Her violet eyes shone in the spring light as she stared across at her opponent and slapped a fist into her palm.

    Cobrak considered the women for a half-moment before calling over to one of the nearby goblin bookies to place a bet.

    Someone once told Cobrak, that “you could tell a lot about a fighter by their eyes”. And it had always been true.

Rookies had timid and uncertain eyes that would waver from hand to hand, from weapon to shield. They were always worried about being struck and would narrow and squint at the slightest motions from their opponents. More seasoned foes however tended to watch shoulders, knees, and eyes. Because they had long ago ignored the fear of getting hurt and were more focused on when attacks would come so they could avoid taking the worst blows whenever they could.

The sheer confidence that veteran fighters had was hard for a rookie to overcome, even if size and strength were very quite different. This is why he already knew that the goblin woman in the pits would defeat her human opponent.

He gave the bookie twenty gold coins and grinned as he leaned back and waited for the arena master to signal the fight to commence.

A Tauren swatted his shoulder and leaned over the orc's shoulder as the bookie approached him. Cobrak turned towards the Tauren.

“What do you need?” Cobrak said.

"Hail friend," said the Tauren, "Who did you bet on?"

The orc's mouth curled into a proud grin as he motioned toward the goblin woman. The Tauren followed the gesture and scoffed aloud as he handed over a small palm full of silver coins to the bookie.

“Your loss friend,” he said, “But I do not think she can take on the human.”

Cobrak shrugged as the arena master fired a shot into the air signaling that all bets were closed and the fight would begin. The orc crossed his arms over his chest and laughed aloud.

“We’ll see won’t we? I give it a minute or two before it’s all over.”

His one eye watched the goblin as she dashed across the arena howling a cry that would have made an orc matron beam with pride.

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A Short Time Later

    Cobrak was in high spirits as he sauntered his way down the hallways surrounding the grand arena. His pockets were heavy with the coin from winning the bet at 3:1 odds, which would easily pay for several rounds of drinks and more than his fair share of trouble in the arena. And he had every intention of blowing it all on wine and women.

    But he felt his ears burn as he heard a familiar howl reverberate off the ancient stone halls of the arena. Each howl was punctuated by the dull thud of jabs or hooks against a sandbag or the grunt of an athlete hard at work He paused to listen to that sound and could have sworn that it belonged to the woman who won him the fat purse for the afternoon.

    Wonder if it’s her, he thought. Only feels right to thank her for killing it out there.

    Cobrak smiled as he stepped to the side allowing other guests to pass him by. He slowed his steps as he watched a nearby corridor approach. Then, without a word, he broke from the group and ducked inside, then made his way down the winding twisting passageways back towards that sound.

    The heavy thumps and grunts he heard grew louder with each step. And he soon enough found himself outside of a small wide room on the north-western end of the arena. He peered inside and was pleased to find the goblin woman hard at work, pounding away at a sandbag in the center of a gym.

The walls were covered in medical diagrams and posters of fights to come. While workout equipment took up much of the space around the wall, except for a small closed-off area that had steam billowing from it, most likely a sauna installed by an engineer from Booty Bay.

    He leaned against the door frame with a smile on his face and watched how she moved and attacked. Hers was a fit hard body, with a tight-fit build that was as made for gymnastics and modeling as it was for the arena. It was a feature he enjoyed about many goblin women he met through his mercenary life.

    But there was something off about Vixiee’s form that he couldn’t quite place. A waste of potential that could be solved, if he could only figure out what it was.

    But then his eyes wandered down the woman’s body and he noticed orcish tattoos running down her left side from shoulder to calves.

    His curiosity got the better of him as he stepped into the room.

    “Couldn’t help but notice the ink. When did you get it?” Cobrak said.

    Vixiee gasped and whirled around to face the orc. Her violet eyes were open wide as they looked at the orc from head to toe. Her hair was still in a ponytail but clipped by a silver skull pin adornment that was chipped in that way that could only come from the most well-used of precious objects.

    Cobrak held up a hand, palms out.

    “Didn’t mean to startle you. I came to see you actually.” Cobrak said.

    Vixiee rested a hand on her hip and gestured in a sassy whiplash motion with her other hand as she spoke.

    “You didn’t startle me, pal.” she said, “I just didn’t expect anyone to come by so soon. But to answer your first question…”

    Vixiee ran the waving hand down her side to indicate the twisting tribal tattoo she wore.

    “I got this from an orc I dated a few years back. It was his gift to me when I beat him and his friends in a fight circle arena. They didn’t think I could come out on top, so I did.”

    Cobrak laughed as he stepped further into the room. He looked down into the goblin’s eyes and smirked.

    “Looks like I was right about you then. I saw you come out and knew that you were going to win. Bet a bodyguard’s wage on you and come out on top.”

    The goblin smiled a little wider when she heard his praise. Her muscles relaxed and for but a moment she seemed soft and small. Vixiee pursed her lips and clapped both hands down on her hips to hide that moment of meekness. But it was too little too late to hide the gestures and expressions from the orc, who could only smile and wonder about the fighter.

    “Well,” Vixiee said, “Ya made the right choice then. The bookies said the odds were against me. But ya know…people always bet against the small. But is that the only reason ya came down to see me?”

    Cobrak looked across the room and settled his eyes on a workout bench. He made his way towards the bench then turned and sat down with a soft creak from the sturdy metal equipment. He looked up just as Vixiee stopped in front of him a few inches away from his knees.

    “Actually, it was at first. I won a lot more than I bargained for, so I was going to ask you to come with me to the Salty Sailor. But now that I’m here…”

    Vixiee blinked and rolled back and forth on her feet. She then smirked and leaned her head to the side as she gazed into his one good eye.

    “Lemme guess. Ya took one look at me and fell in love? I mean, that’s only natural so I understand. But ya gotta know that that ain’t gonna happen.”

    Cobrak stared at Vixiee. He clapped a hand on his knee and threw his head back into a brief but full-bellied laugh. He laughed and laughed until it hurt. Then he looked back at the goblin who was pouting at him with her arms crossed over her chest.

    “Why is that so funny, pal?” Vixiee said.

    Cobrak shook his head.

    “Don’t get upset. You have it all wrong. I’m not laughing at you?”

    “Then what?”

    Cobrak smirked and offered a hand, palm up.

    “I noticed that something was off about your form. Like you weren’t at your peak. Was hoping I could help you figure out what it was. Would hate for a returning champion to get hurt because she couldn’t give it her all.”

    Vixiee fluttered her lashes and puffed out her cheeks. Her expression hinted at frustration and indignation. But her arms loosened and her body relaxed, betraying that Cobrak had hit the nail on the head.

    “Let me guess…” he said, “You were away from the arenas for a while and a boxer for a time right? Well, I’m guessing that you came back expecting things to be like they were in your prime. But it’s not quite there…is that right?”

    Vixiee blinked and leaned forward. She slapped her palms on his knees and dug her nails into his hard flesh. She stood up on her toes to bring herself as close as she could to his face.

    “Oh Gob! Yeah that’s right! But how did you guess?”

    Cobrak smiled and rested a hand on the goblin’s back. He breathed in and caught the smell of sweat and bath lotion. His eyes wandered from the woman’s face to the hint of cleavage from beneath her gym top, then back up again.

    “I’ve been a mercenary non-stop for many years. And a leader of a company in fact. So I’ve seen this story dozens of times.”

    “So, how do they get over it?”

    “First, they figure out what’s eating them, they admit it, and then they work to move past it. Your past should build you up, not limit you. So…why don’t you start with that.”

    Vixiee smiled and hummed as her hands rolled along Cobrak’s knees and thighs. The motion and her palms and the scratch of her nails sent tingles up the mercenary’s body. He felt the familiar tingle between his thighs and wondered if the goblin realized what she was doing to him.

    "I'll try it! Thanks uh….what's your name?" she said as she leaned closer to him. More of her lotion scent surrounded him with its floral feminine aroma mixing in with the tingles her hands teased along his flesh.

    Cobrak stared at a poster on the wall as he spoke. “Cobrak. And it’s nothing. I…”

    “Oh!” Vixiee said with a playful purr, “Gob damn did I do that?”

    Cobrak didn’t need to look down to see what Vixiee was referring to. He felt his trousers tighten as his cock got harder from her presence and touch. There was always something about fighting women that entranced him and Vixiee was certainly not helping.

    Instead, the orc lowered his hands down the goblin's back until he covered her big firm tight ass and pulled her closer against him so her tummy brushed against his crotch.

    “Yes, you did,” he admitted. “I did say I was going to invite you to dinner.”

    Vixiee snorted, then spoke in a breathy tone. “Dinner? Seems like what you want is a slice of cake.”

    Cobrak slapped her butt. He couldn’t deny that she was right.

    "Well…" she said as she wiggled her hips from side to side. "...I've already got dinner plans and I"m going to do some soul searching to figure out what I need. But, if you'd like to help me burn off some tension…"

    Vixiee tiptoed her fingers up Cobrak’s thighs, up his chest, then raised her arms high above her head.

    “Do me a favor would ya?” she said, “Take off my top. Wanna show ya a trick.”

    Cobrak was not going to argue with that. He grabbed the band of the woman's sports bra in one hand and jerked it up and over her breasts. Even with the swift rough motion, he felt a small tingle of magic and watched as an illusory spell broke. And the palm-sized mounds the goblin had become rounder and larger until they flopped down on her chest with a jiggly wobble. The large fat tits swayed as the goblin wiggled from side to side.

    “If you’re curious, i paid a fella from Dalaran a lot of money to design sports bras and shorts. Cause no way am I gonna fight with these fat cannons wobbling everywhere. I like having a smutty body, but it gets in the way of being the best.”

    As she spoke, the goblin grabbed hold of Cobrak's waistbands and wiggled them down his hips. The orc lifted his hips and felt the garments slide off his waist, slide down his thighs, and then left to fall to his ankles forgotten. Vixiee didn't bother to pull them off any further as her hands were already gripped tight around the thick pulsing dick that sprang up and smacked her against her lips.

    “Oh gob yes this is all for me.” She said with a hiss that send puffs of breathy warm air against his crown. Her hands wrapped around his shaft and pumped it up and down while her tits rested lewdly against his sack.

    Cobrak chuckled as he reached down and slid his palms down beneath the goblin’s boxers. He then jerked those down so the garments would fall off her sinful made-for-sex bod down to the ground beneath. And as he thought, his palms were now molding into her shapely fat ass.

    His rough touch made her coo as the fighter leaned in and whispered…”Do ya want me to suck it?”

    Cobrak considered it. The image of seeing Vixiee's lips wrap around his cock certainly gave his dick a twitch. Especially as she purred and breathed over his quivering inches.

    “Actually,” he finally said, “I have a better idea.”

    Before Vixiee could say a word, he lifted the goblin off her feet and pressed her crotch against his face. The goblin cooed and wrapped her legs around his head and held onto his hair as if her life depended on it. And perhaps it was, as the scent of Vixiee’s arousal made the orc growl as his chest rose and fell with a primal need.

    He breathed in the scent of her arousal, then lashed his tongue out at her folds, tracing it up and down in swift and deep flicks. Each pass made her squeak and wiggle against his hands and forced her fingers to tighten around his mohawk. Barely a moment passed before her pussy was soaked in lust that splashed over his tongue and chin and down his chest. 

    But Cobrak ignored the drips of lust on his powerful chest as his tongue thrust and lashed at the goblin. He listened to the goblin groan and pant his name, but pushed such thoughts away as he drank deep of her desires. Her sounds grew louder by the moment until Vixiee was forced to clamp her palms down over her mouth to choke back the sounds she made.

    And Cobrak could only smile as he enjoyed the fighter’s most sensual taste.

    "Ffuuuuck Cobraaak~" Vixiee groaned as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, "If you don't stop I'll GOB FUCK I"LL Fuuuucking Cuummmm Oohhhh"

    But there was no mercy in the mercenary’s heart. Only a powerful need and lust that he knew they both shared. He thrust his tongue deeper inside and lashed it around against her hot inviting walls. And just as he felt her legs tighten around him as tight as she could, a wicked smile spread across his face.

    “Not yet,” he grunted, as he peeled her off his face then gazed into her eyes as he stood up from the bench.

    Vixiee blinked with cheeks darkened with a flush. Drool ran down her lips as she was losing herself in the orc's skillful tongue. And with a breathy sigh, she asked, "Why"?

    Cobrak glanced down towards his lap and the thick hard pulsing cock swinging between his thighs.

    “I can finish you off if you like but if you want, I can take you. What do you say?” he said in a tone that struggled to hold back the naked lust he felt for her.

    Vixiee smiled and purred at the orc

    “Fuck me, Cobrak!”

    “As you wish, Vixiee.”

    Cobrak turned the goblin around and guided her hot soaked pussy towards his crown. He then slammed her down, filling her hot soft body with his throbbing inches. As her pussy clamped down greedily on that dick, Vixiee and Cobrak moaned and groaned in a synched-up sound. Then Vixiee relaxed her body as best he could as the orc grabbed her hips and bounced her up and down like a toy.

    Their lewd bodies crashed together with hot and heavy slaps and thuds. His thick girth made her stretch. And her tits swayed back and forth with every hard rapid motion. The goblin smiled as the orc used her for his pleasure. And he sighed as her sex drained him of whatever control he had remaining. It was a wicked game of back and forths and ups and downs that left their essences to splash on the gym floor in sticky droplets.

    But at last their peaks were reached and Cobrak slammed the goblin’s fat round ass against him and held her in place as thick ropes of sticky white erupted and filled her until her body could take no more. Language was lost to the throaty groans and sinful sighs as their juices ran down their thighs and onto the messy ground.

    Cobrak flopped back down onto the bench and leaned back as he lifted Vixiee off his cock. And the sight of all that seed spilling out of her and over his shaft and nuts made him growl with ecstasy.

    He set her down on his thigh. And it was only then that she shook her head and looked up at him.

    “Ok, pal. What do ya say we clean up in the sauna and go for round two. Double or nothing!”

    Cobrak chuckled at the competitive goblin as he grabbed his half-spent cock and beat it against her side.

    “Double or nothing? What’s the wager?”

    Vixiee twisted around and took his cock from him and slapped it down between her tits and shook softly from side to side as she said, "Does it even fucking matter?"

    Cobrak shook his head, then shooed Vixiee off his lap so they could race to the nearby steaming sauna.