You put on the best smug, entitled expression you can over the continual disgusted grimace that the constant stench of the arcade forces on your face as you flag down a topless chestnut mare acting as a floor supervisor. "So when I win, what's my prize?" you ask in a cocky voice, ignoring the thick, lumpy milk oozing from her fat nipples.
"Prize?" she questions, looking down at you with a furrowed brow.
"This is an arcade, yeah?"
"Well, yes."
"So don't I get something for winning these games?"
"...I'm gonna get my manager."
You blink, watching her turn and walk back the way she came. You get the feeling this is either very good or very bad. A glaring red dragon woman turns the corner where the mare disappeared, stomping her way over to you and the skunk girl, and despite the massive raging bulge and deep-set stain in the crotch of her faded denim shorts, she doesn't look happy to see you. Seems like the flavor, and smell, of the day is 'very bad'. "Your prize is you don't have to eat my asshole raw," she barks, standing with the foul, dripping lump in her pants inches from your nose. You snort out through your nostrils, trying to force the rancid fumes away.
"Look, check the screen. I completely wrecked this little crybaby. I can't help but feel that gets me something."
"Fine. Say you do get something. Wadya want?" she growls resentfully.
"...how about her?" You suggest, pointing your thumb over your shoulder at the filthy skunk. You present it as a compromise, an afterthought, and definitely not what you've been working toward the entire conversation.
She snorts, and it's almost enough to break your confidence right there. "You expect me to believe you're a dom, little kitty?" The smirk stays on your face. That's not a no...
You tear the skunk's diaper muzzle off and grab her by the hair in one sudden, clean move, forcing her shit streaked face into your armpit. "Now lick," comes your curt demand, and when she complies, it's all you can do not to shudder and groan in front of the arcade manager. The blubbering girl's wet tongue stroking through the sweaty patch of fur under your arm feels so much better than you expected. "How about a smile, you piss slurping brat?" you chuckle, letting her face out from your armpit but only releasing her hair once the sobbing skunk manages to twist her snout into a weak grin.
The dragon looks impressed, not with the act itself, but the fact that it came from someone like you. You didn't really know you had that in you either, to be honest. "Alright, you keep her. Go ahead and finish the game," she concedes as she walks off.
The last round is just for show, a chance for her to regain some kind of composure while you finally force the machine to release the two of you. None of the bosses approach this time. The dragon must have let them know about your prize. "So I'm your slave now?" the skunk asks, still timid, but with most of the sniffling gone from her voice.
"Yeah. What's your name?" You reach over, putting your paw on her thigh and squeezing gently. She puts one of her hands over yours, though she still doesn't look at you.
"Allison. What about you?"
"As far as you're concerned? Either Sir or Master," you tell her as you lean close and run your feline tongue along her dirty cheek. That finally gets her to look your way again with a little smile. A real one this time. Looking at her, you're suddenly annoyed with the state of her. She's your slave, it should be your piss she's drenched in. At the same time, you're rock hard. You want to break her, see her in tears again. More than that, you want her to beg you for it. This place is definitely getting to you.
"What are you going to do with me, Master?"
Yeah Master, where to now?
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