Roommates [Old Version]

I let out an audible groan, tumbling onto the dirt floor of my caged enclosure, casting a poisonous stare over at Red who stood at the entrance of the cell, closing the door behind her. There wasn't anybody necessarily around, aside from the guard that stood posted by the enclosure's entrance. The bitch kept making comments about weight, and so in return, I made a comment about her flabby rank vag... And so here I am, laying on the floor of an animal cage with some sadistic mare staring at me like it's lunch time.

"So here's the deal, kid" she began, walking towards me, twirling the handle of her whip around in her palm as she knelt down a few inches away from my face, grinning. "You're going to be fighting in the pit to earn another day of life, and if you lose more than four pit fights then that's curtains closed... And I would've been nice to allow you to have freshly cooked meals... However, since you have a big mouth, I've decided one thing... In order to eat food, you must eat me first... And your quality of food will be dynamic with how good you are at eating me... Understand?" she chortled, forcing me onto my back, straddling my chest, placing her crotch inches from my face.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me..." I mumbled, glaring up at her with disgust.

"Does it look like I kid?" she grinned, grabbing my hair, pinning my head down with one hand while she unbuttoned her trousers with the other, grinning as she tugged her trousers down a few inches past her knees, exposing that she only wore a black laced thong with pink stripes. I blushed slightly, then tried to look away but was quickly forced to return my gaze to the soaking wet panties.

"It's not everyday that I get some cocky sod like you, speaking back to me with such defiance, unaware of the many ways I can break you... I fuckin' love it... You make my cunt so moist you don't even realize it..." she grinned, her eyes having a psychotic gleam within them.

"Bitch..." I growled, only to earn a laugh from her.

"That's it kid, keep talking dirty to your new master!" she spoke, forcefully pressing her moist crotch against my face, making me groan in discomfort of how rough she was grinding on me.

"U-Uh, boss?" the guard at the front of the cage spoke.

"What is it, I'm busy here you know!" she snapped, glaring over at him.

"Um... You do know he's under age, right?" the guard stated, causing the boss to tilt her head.

"What's the legal age?" I was able to muffle out.

"Twenty one" the guard replied, while Red moved her crotch out of my mouth.

"How old are you?" she asked, peering down at me.

"Nineteen" I replied, trying to get that funky ass taste out of my mouth.

"Oh? So young and yet so big? That makes it even more arousing..." she spoke with a wide grin, placing her drenched crotch back onto my mouth, forcing me to take as much of I could of her crotch into my maw while she grinds against my face.

"B-Boss!" he spoke, looking sincerely shocked.

"Shut it, fuck head, just so you know we're bandits, I don't give a flying fuck if this oaf is under aged, I'm gonna make sure he gets what he deserves!" she barked, glaring at the guard.

"Y-Yes Boss..." the guard muttered, turning a blind eye, seeming completely uncomfortable with the whole thing.

"Now then boy... Go to work" she spoke, sliding her panties aside, exposing her dripping marehood that leaked onto my face.

(-)

I sat in the corner of the enclosure, staring blankly at the tray of food that sat before me. To be honest... I had no appetite, not after what that... Bitch did to me. I only used the water and a few spices from the tray of food to wash that wrank ass taste from my mouth. The longer I stared at the food, the longer I became disgusted for what I had to do to get it. Quickly, I used my foot to shove the tray away, hugging my knees closely to my chest as I stared blankly at the spot where the tray used to be.

"Oi, slave!" a guard barked, approaching my cage- I barely gave him any attention.

"Did I fucking stutter? Slave!" he banged his baton against the cage, drawing my attention towards him.

"The fuck do you want asshole?" I growled lowly, standing to my feet, towering over the guard by at least a foot.

"Watch your tongue, ape! It's time for you to earn the right to live another day!" he snarled, tossing shackles in through the gaps of the cage's bars. "Put those on!" he ordered, impatiently tapping the baton against his empty hand's palm.

I scoffed, not intimidated by this short little shit at all. I placed the shackles on, securing them enough to satisfy the short prick before he opened the door, and ordered me out of it. I complied, though I did in fact exchange a few colorful words with'm. I was brought through the entire camp, passing by a few other captives in cages that stared at me observantly- either to size me up or just out of curiosity, I couldn't tell either way.

Before I could get any more sight seeing, the walk was cut short when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye... There were multiple mercs, perhaps six or seven of them- hard to tell- gathered all around what seemed to be a griffin, struggling against them all. The mercs abused the hen, smacking her around each time she tried to push them away. When I noticed the shredded clothing, I pretty much knew what the fuck was going on.

"Hey, ape, did I say you can fucking stop!?" the small guard barked up at me, slugging his baton against my back, breaking it upon impact- a look of sheer horror came across his face once he saw his current abuse device shatter into splinters.

"My turn!" I growled, slamming my head against the guard's armored skull, denting the helmet inward, knocking the little fucker out cold.

I returned my glance to the six or so stallions forcing themselves on the griffin hen, only boiling my rage at a higher temperature. I quickly charged over, letting out a primal roar of fury as I slammed like a rhinoceros through a small pack of jackals, trampling them all to the ground faster than they could initially react. I stood defensively in front of the hen, glaring at the mercs as they slowly recovered.

"W-What're you doing!?" the hen choked out, whimpering slightly in fear as the guards rose up.

"Saving your hide" I retorted, narrowing my eyes at the rehabilitating stallions.

"W-Why?" she asked, looking confused.

"No time for questions, use your talons to cut the rope connected between my shackles!" I demanded- she quickly obliged, in fear of what might happen if my arms weren't free by the time the assailants reoriented themselves.

Just as the rope binding that connected my hands with iron shackles was cut loose, I was able to block a punch thrown by one of the mercs, catching it with the iron shackle, shattering his hand with a sickening series of cracks. He went down, screaming in pain as he held his broken hand. One down, five more to go. One of them raised their handgun, a M1911 .45 cal- it wouldn't be a pretty makeover if that thing landed a bullet in my face. I quickly grabbed the merc's arm, bending his wrist, forcibly dropping his weapon.

Before he could retaliate with his other free arm, I got a firm grasp of his forearm and rotated his elbow to the point where the bottom faced upward and the inner elbow faced downward. With a powerful blow, I was able to snap his arm into a V-shape. Before he could let out a cry of pain, I slammed my head against his, busting his muzzle inward, sending him to the ground unconscious.

Acting quickly, I yanked the 45. from the ground, bringing it up and shooting each of them quickly in the leg. My father was a gun geek like me, he would always bring me to the range and teach me how to operate a variety of weapons. I guess this is where I put my training to good use. I was able to pop off a few rounds into three of their legs, disabling them for the time being, now there was only two left. I raised the recently obtained pistol and kept it aimed firmly at the remaining two, who held up their hands, glaring poisonously at me.

My blood went cold when I suddenly  felt an arm wrap around my neck from behind, and the sensation of a cold barrel pressed against my neck only roused goosebumps along my flesh. I slowly moved my finger off the .45's trigger, lowering it before disarming it and tossing it aside. I then felt two large flesh mounds press tightly against my back.

"Well look at this, you're getting so friendly with my men" Red awed in sarcasm, snickering softly as she trailing the barrel of her gun down into my pants, pressing it firmly against my business.

"I couldn't help myself" I replied with similar sarcasm, causing that satanic grin of hers to widen even more.

"I see your reputation proceeds you" I heard a familiar voice speak, causing my blood to boil all the more wildly.

"You..." I growled, glaring over at the pompous prick who hurt Rainbow Dash.

"Hello, Mr. Barnes... It's a pleasure to meet you again" Blueblood spoke with a grin.