Kale knew he needed some kind of edge against this Flareon he was up against. Her typing and aggressiveness were only going to wear him down and assuredly fast. The rules were incredibly lenient however. He was told he could do anything to get the advantage over her. It wasn't as important to think about what rules were listed, but more-so about what rules weren't listed. Kale's eyes glance over to the Bisharp referee at the sidelines of their arena patch. If he were to dodge behind the referee, that might cause Catherine to double-back an attack and be caught off-guard. If she does end up attacking the ref, perhaps there's a penalty for that was never mentioned. If not, well that still grants Kale an attack of opportunity of his own in retaliation.
He smirks as the Flareon charges toward him. It's a moment of pride that marks Kale's face as he skips off the to side and dashes along the edge of the arena. Cat chases him down close behind however with more embers crackling off her body now. A trail of smoke follows her the length of the way as she growls in an open smile, "Now, now! Don't waste everyone's time here! You worked me in a mood to how good you'll slide down my tongue, and now you're just gonna run~?"
The Grovyle doesn't answer her as he tries to leap from side to side in an endeavor to make his plan not as obvious. The Bisharp would take a few steps back to adjust his position, wanting to give the fighters plenty of space, but he does notice Kale getting closer and closer to him. The referee attempts to skid back quickly as to avoid any confrontation, but Kale makes a sliding dive to end up going farther than the officiator, getting behind the Bisharp in an instant.
"Hrnh...?!" The Bisharp twists around partially to see Kale's position, all before feeling a growing heat encroaching closer. There, Catherine had unleashed a fire blast out towards her target, but the steel-type was now in the way. The flames engulf the Bisharp partially as he keeps an arm up.
The Flareon skids to a halt with wide-eyes and grunts, "What the hell, ref? Get outta the way, I'm working to win here!" The smoke clears to show the Bisharp simply waving off the dark fumes, now having some glowing heat to parts of his blades and body.
Just then, Kale whisks around from behind the referee with his leaf blades ready. The lizard was grinning wide as he goes for the free hit towards Cat. "Sorry lass, but I-" His legs then swing forward up in the air and his head is jerked back in place all of a sudden. "-aghk!" The Bisharp had grabbed Kale's head-leaf to halt him like a leash. The Grovyle grips at the metal arm of his captor and growls, "Nghk...ey, let that go! We're still in a match!"
The referee simply jerks the Grovyle around to face him, with Kale meeting the angry ruby eyes of the Bisharp. "Funny." The steel-type mutters without any amusement. "Because I think this match is now over."
"Huh?" The Flareon and Grovyle grunt in confusion almost at the same time. Kale attempts to justify his means though, realizing he might be in the worse end of the situation. "You never mentioned anything about skirting around behind a referee in the ruleset. You said we can do whatever we need to win!"
The Bisharp simply tugs harder on the leaf to make Kale gag out in pain as he brings the lizard to his knees. The referee just angrily answers, "As an officiator, I have final say on matches. Without an able-bodied officiator to oversee matches, there are no matches. Understand? I do not need to state my well-being in order for you to know that you should never orchestrate harm to an officiator." Another tug of the leaf gets a noise out of Kale.
The Grovyle snarls at the gesture, but mutters, "Fine, fine, erk. I get it. Let's just get back to it then since I get the rules."
The referee doesn't let Kale go however and responds, "You don't get it. I have already called this match off." It was then that Kale's eyes wince in realization. He darts a look to the Flareon, who more or less was confused on the current state of things, but in time her face twists into baffled amusement to see the lizard actually get punished for this. Before Kale can plead his case, he's suddenly welcomed by the golden open jaws of the Bisharp. The steel maw clamps down hard over his head, and without an attempt to really enjoy the meal, the officiator was nothing but business. The mouth bites down over to the neck, and then snaps down further to reach the shoulders, forcing Kale's face in through the dark grey gullet of this soldier.
"F-Fgh-mmphk?!" The lizard grunts with distress as he tries to blindly find a grip on the Bisharp, only to wince at one of the blades of that metal body. He was still partly hot to the touch thanks to Cat's flames from earlier, but with pointed ends at multiple body parts, the Grovyle couldn't give much of a struggle even at maximum strength. "Nghhk, st-stop! This is...ngrgh, all a big mistake!"
The Bisharp ignores him and pins the lizard's arms to his sides, repeating the process of biting down and ingesting a portion of the Grovyle's body inside. Catherine on the other hand can only laugh wildly as she watches the kicking legs of her opponent go to feed the referee instead. The Bisharp was strong to always pull Kale down with gulps, easing the strangely smooth and more squishy interior of the metal warrior around his meal. Kale's muffled cries carry through the metal exterior of his predator, echoing in a pathetic, "M-Mphhk! Hlhmpmh, mnph! H-Hhmmphhk..."
With a few more wet swallows, the wincing legs and tail of the lizard descend down and are trapped inside with the last CLAMP of the Bisharp's mouth. The metal soldier takes his time in swallowing at his esophagus to ensure all of the Gorvyle was deposited into his stomach, leaving the dark-grey middle of his to swell round, pushing his abdominal blades out more. Kale was packed in the dark iron belly with his limbs awkwardly mashed up, but his fight only continues. The belly bobs in place in front of the ref as he rests a metal hand to it, easing it to dwindle in how much it sloshes. "Fighter #0497, you are hereby disqualified permanently from the GRIT. You will remain unranked and marked nowhere on the listings considering this was a Rust Exhibition match."
Kale could hear the ambient deep voice bolster around him as heat and juices surround him. This was it. He never got to even face one real opponent in the GRIT. He fell to a mere referee right from the start. "N-Ngh, no! This isn't...this isn't how it was supposed to go! Give me another, nnrhk, chance!"
His pleads remain unanswered as Catherine and the Bisharp now only stood at the arena. The Flareon just laughs as she watches her foe tumble uselessly inside the iron belly to digest. "Ky-yaahahah~! Oh I could've never expected that! How dumb do you have to be to use a ref as a meat shield. You got exactly what you deserved, lizard~" The eeveelution calms the embers off of her body fur and muses to the now-full referee. "So does this mean I win and move on to the Bronze League~? Or are you gonna make me have to fight some other loser and hope he doesn't break some rule again?"
The Bisharp doesn't answer immediately as he approaches the Flareon now; stomach bobbing the whole way with the hero. Arriving just in front of her, she takes a step back to grunt, "Huh? What's the deal? Is that a yes or n-Hhnh?!" The referee tackles her to the ground, pinning Catherine onto her back while his metal weight, (and Kale's weight) now keeping her glued to the floor thanks to the iron gut mashing her down. She whines out, "Wh...?! What the fuck, I didn't do anything, stop!"
"Silence." The referee grunts. He clearly wasn't having a good day. "You attacked with that fire only after the Grovyle hid behind me. You had the ample moment to hold back your attack, or to simply launch away from me. And yet you still went for it..."
"Ghh! B-Bastard, fine, I'll roast you too then like all my other meals!" Cat snarls before readying her body to grow hot again.
Yet it would not matter. The golden mouth of the Bisharp opens up to suffer her the same fate as Kale. In another resounding bite of his maw, the steel-type works her face inside his gullet and proceeds to ease her figure inside. His strong hands keep her wrists to the dirt as her legs kick about and her tail sweeps across the ground. She howls inside in distress, feeling as much fear and anger as her opponent before.
'Glrrk....gllmp....mmlgp....gnnk...gllmp...mmlggp...schlp...sklrpmmph... '
The well-breasted woman is mashed inside the jaws and eased through his throat. His tongue mats her fur bright fur down, not seeming to mind her intense natural body heat thanks to his strong inner-hide. If anything, he got to enjoy her more than Kale was the hot tits of her chest are squashed about in his toothless gnawing, eliciting some unwilling reactions out of her to spasm harder. Still, her figure courses inside, and plummets into his gut.
She mashes into the Grovyle who now struggles for space at an astronomical rate. The pair take up whatever space was even available, mashed naked and wet together. Catherine snarls as she flickers embers to emit brief moments of light between them. "G-Gnhh! St-Stupid idiot! I would've won if you hadn't, ghnhf, cheated!"
Kale groans right back, suffering the iron belly and now his scorching opponent simultaneously. "I didn't, erk, cheat! This...erhngh...we..." He had no excuse. He fucked things up for the both of them. Her furry body squashes to his smoother figure, be it her breasts engulfing his face or his ass up against her groin, suffering the acids now coating them.
The Bisharp meanwhile pats his swollen iron gut now with both hands, sighing out with disappointment as he feels the banished pair mash over the other. "Fighter #2049, you are permanently disqualified as well~" He sits down, enjoying the leftover half hour now of free time...~
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