This is a bad end, leading on from Courage walks out into the arena to deal with the mechanical imp.

"Go! Fight! Kill!" A wave of heat followed the demon-pony's voice, and the heat called to Courage, inspired her.

Stepping out onto the sand, Courage saw her first non-canine opponent. Standing nearly five ponies tall, the steel machine belched fire out. It looked for all the world like a big metal demon-imp, and while it moved slowly, she could see that it wasn't going to be easy to fight. The left arm had a spinning blade on the end of it, and the right had a giant claw.

A hot rush of pleasure poured over Courage, but it had nothing to do with sex. Letting out an inarticulate scream of rage, she charged the metal giant. The sand disappeared behind her as Courage charged in an odd lope. She wove a little left and right, baiting the machine. At the last second, after weaving to the right, she committed fully in that direction, skirting around the claw that reached for her and got behind it.

Urges, primal and wild, hammered Courage's mind. Her nose worked, smelling living creatures within the machine. Snarling, she snapped her fangs at the metal hide again and again. Savagery seemed the best solution to her problem, the only solution her dehydrated mind could produce. Getting a few good snaps in at the mechanical monster, she misjudged a step as the thing turned and found herself staring up at the short muzzle of the flame-gun.

Courage didn't have a moment to think, she got to watch that fire pour down the barrel of the weapon, watched it spread into a wide stream that danced through the air toward her. Lowering her head, she felt the fire pour over her body, igniting her mane and tail first. Screaming, the pain didn't last long, but the flame seemed to pour inwards. Then her own flame ignited.

Opening her snout, Courage laughed at the fire the machine kept pumping out at her. It no longer felt hot, not even warm. The flow of fire cut off and it left the mare gazing up at the metal monster hungrily. She dropped and rolled to the right barely in time to avoid the spinning blade that was coming down for her.

The crowd roared in Courage's ears, a primal scream that demanded she win. Moving in close, she worried at one of the legs. This time, rather than her fangs sliding off the metal plates, a searing sound, barely audible under the riot of noise from the crowd, assailed her ears. Her teeth sank in, her lips pressing tight around the leg until something came loose from it. Spitting it to the side, Courage saw what she had bitten off the machine, a chunk of glowing-hot metal.

Courage howled in a mix of fury and delight, diving around the machine again an instinctively biting for the back of one leg. As her teeth melted their way through the metal, she felt something softer inside, and bit down as hard as she could.

Spitting out what seemed like a bunch of cables melted to the slagged armor, Courage took a few steps back to assess the situation. When the big machine started to turn toward her, Courage thought it was all for naught—but then she realized the leg she had bit wasn't moving right.

When the thing teetered, Courage started to move. As it fell backwards she raced between the claw and the blade, running up its tilting body, riding the contraption until it was on its back and flailing. Digging her teeth in at the base of the machine's head, she bit down and jerked upwards with all her strength. The screech of metal-on-metal heralded her success as she tore a long chunk of its head up and away, revealing the two scared imps within.

There wasn't enough room in their mechanical suit of armor for weapons, there was barely enough for the imps. They had nothing to fight with as the pony-wolf, its mane and tail burning still, stood over them.

Panting with excitement, Courage opened her mouth instinctively and breathed out. That core of fire that the flamethrower had ignited opened itself briefly, letting a trickle of the white hot core that now burned inside Courage, to flow from her mouth.

Her new instincts completely overcame Courage, when the smell of searing flesh hit her nose. The anger and violence, it meant nothing to the animal that pushed the mare to the back of her mind, and fed.

Warm flesh, coppery blood, even the hot entrails and organs were torn free, chewed, and swallowed. Courage felt part of her self just let go, and in that moment the crowd went crazy. Tilting her head up, the mare saw the silhouettes of demons in the stands, their voices raised, the throbbing sounds of their voices trembling through her. Looking down at the remains of the imps, she saw what she had done to them. Not only had she eaten most of them, but had taken bites into the metal surrounding them, and hadn't even noticed. "What the buck am I?"

Backing up a step, then another, Courage trembled a little. When one back hoof found nothing but air, she looked back, turned, and ran from the devastation. Racing for where she knew the portcullis was, she saw it raise before her, letting her retreat from the field.

"You won. That was not an easy fight, but you become strong enough to survive it." The big burning pony-hound grinned, fire dripping from its fangs. But it wasn't the creature's mouth that took Courage's focus, it was its body.

Taking a step, perpendicular to the demonic creature, she saw something hanging down between its back legs. She trembled, her body aching for relief, part of her wanting to walk right up to it and offer herself. Courage shook her head, then bit her lip. Pain flared a moment, but what gave her focus was the tang of blood in her mouth. Like a switch, her excitement changed from submissive to dominant and hungry.

Lifting her left fore-paw, Courage stepped toward the other burning demon. Her heart thudded, but her eyes never left the stallion's back-end. "Get down and on your back." She snarled the words out, felt the heat inside her flare hotter still. "I said—"

"Make me." The other demon snarled at Courage and leaped forward, diving at her, jaw open and searching for her neck.

Courage jumped to the side and back, landing on all fours. Her anger flared at the male, at why he wasn't doing what she wanted. Part of her knew the demon was more familiar with their body-shapes, and yanked her thinking-self to focus on it.

"Bitch…" The demon charged Courage, planning to use strength to overwhelm her. He wasn't ready for the magical blast that hit him in the chest.

Practically prancing forward, Courage looked over the dog. "Roll on your back." She leaned down and pressed her snout to the back of his neck and gave a growl through her throat. "Nnnow." When the male started to reluctantly roll over, Courage felt all her blood rush to her groin; he wasn't just excited still, he was fully on display.

Climbing onto the demon, she pressed her belly against his and looked down at what her bolt had done to him. Closing her eyes, she slid backwards. The pointed, hybrid shaft that shared facets of both canine and pony anatomy, speared against her left thigh. Snarling, she jerked forward before driving back again. This time the tip collided with one of her thick and swollen lips, but it took a third thrust backwards to get him where she wanted.

Looking up at the bitch that had felled him so easily, the demon trembled in pleasure and gave a soft whine to her. When he thought he could get away with it, he tensed and jerked his muscles, shoving his hips up and forward.

Courage growled and pushed down sharply. I am in control, ME! As she shoved down, however, her vulva collided with the demon's knot. It was like a fuzz of need clouded her head, she began to jerk forward and slam back, again and again, the thought of claiming his whole shaft as hers was the only thought she could grip to.

"You are lost."

The words meant nothing, Courage only had one goal. She drove herself against the male repeatedly, becoming more forceful with each buck. At last, thanks to her efforts, Courage felt the knot shove into her. It wasn't gentle, it wasn't soft. The thick hunk at the base of his shaft stretched her, filled her, pushed Courage beyond her ability to hold back the pleasure. "Fill me!"

With his bitch snarling orders at him, the demon whimpered, subservient to her needs—and more importantly, the fact that she had all of him inside her and was squeezing at him—he came. Growling and whining alternately, his body trembled as that core of heat inside him opened and sent part of him shooting into her.

Arching her back, Courage howled her dominance and power out, the orgasm and resulting hot rush inside her making the world fade a little more to the mare. Panting, she looked down at the "stallion" who she had taken. She wanted to pull him out, to walk back out to the arena and fight, but his knot was anchored firmly, and he was still unloading himself. She settled down, her body feeling amazing.

Staring down at the male, Courage knew that he was hers now. Outside, there was the roar of the crowd calling to her, boiling the blood in her veins. Standing up sharply, she felt the tug of his still-swollen knot try to stay inside her, and fail. Hot and wet, liquid fire poured from Courage's body as she stepped off the demon.

He lay there, used and claimed, watching the new demoness stalk for the arena. Then she turned her head, her mane burning hot enough to shift her flames to blue.

"You coming, runt?" Courage didn't care what the rules were, she wanted to fight, she wanted to prove to the crowd that she could take on anything. The strange thing was, she wanted the demon to keep at her side while doing it. He belonged to her, she would use him.

Wagging his tail, the demon surrendered to the role the bitch had put him in. Rolling to his legs, he shoved himself upward and padded over to Courage. Her fire, her confidence, it bled through the air, poured all over him. As the portcullis lifted, he had no fear of what lay outside, not with the goddess of battle at his side.

Courage trotted around the arena, the sound of the crowd washing over her. This was her world, her life. She had everything she needed. Circling around, she saw the four demons that were her pack. Two she had made herself, of newly arrived creatures, and one her dog had. She squinted at the pack in anticipation. Her belly was swelling, she knew what was ahead of her, but it didn't make this any easier.

The pack watched as their alpha stared at them and each knew fear. Something was wrong, something was really wrong. When their alpha broke into a run it was obvious to all of them, they were her last prey for the night.

Fanning out, they expected her to back off, or to slow and join them while they waited for the next foe.

Courage neared her dog, she saw acceptance in the demon's eyes as she lowered her head, the black horn among her fiery mane lancing out with pure white flame. Dropping her head down, the lance of pure fire dropped and sliced, cutting through the demon lengthways.

It was always going to be a losing battle, the two demons were outclassed by their alpha, in so far as magic went, by a long shot. Nonetheless, working together, they tried to flank Courage. As they closed in from different sides, one saw the demoness' teeth coming toward their throat and knew in an instant their death was near. But the other had a clear target.

Feeling the weight on her back, Courage tried to buck and throw her former pack-mate off. They clamped teeth around her neck, squeezing and squeezing, trying to pop the vertebrae apart. Yelling in fury, Courage opened herself up, let the white-hot core of fire inside pour out.

The scream from the demon as its face burned away was echoed by the crowd. Standing back up, her fur burning white-blue, Courage turned to face the silhouettes cheering for her, and her mind knew bliss.

Author's Notes:

Not the end, just what might have been if she wasn't quite as careful as she should have been. All cheer for Courage, demon-gladiator.

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