As we traveled through the Beast Vein, I spotted a shop buried between two steam-slick pipes and half-hidden behind a glyph-veil curtain: It was a Beast Wrestler-only pit shop called the ''Supplex Garb'' We stepped inside. Everything smelled like leather, blood, and mint oil. The vendor? A retired Beast Ring champion called Choke-Bear, now a vendor with titanium knuckles and a clipboard. "New bloods with an arena fight?" he growled. "You get the rookie discount—if you pick gear that fits your class."
We strolled throw the shop with Choke Bear not far behind, carefully watching all of our hand movements We browsed through the merch
Fanged Bite Guard
Protects fangs or teeth.
20 Digi Coins
Grip-Claw Wrappings
Increases grapple power, improves reversal rate
25 Digi Coins
She-Beast Ear Guards
Protects from infra sound based attacks
35 Digi Coins
Moderate bleed defense guard
45 Digi Coins-limited supply
Shock Tail Booster Band
Adds impact force to tail slams
Price: One Tail Mark, limited stock
Adrenal Surge Capsules (Combat-use only)
Temporarily boosts Strength & Speed
Can only be used once per fight
35 Digi Coins
Felicity eyed the She Beast ear guards, "We know one of those twins has scream-tech." She picked up the pair of She-Beast guards for herself.
I picked up the Shock Tail Booster Band. It vibrated slightly—like it wanted to fight.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Felicity asked.
"Stack damage. Win fast." I said. Choke Bear grunted. "Pick fast. They're probably watching you already." The gear table gleamed under flickering rune-lights. Scarrula the Choke-Bear leaned on one elbow, watching like a predator in a robe made of defeated opponents. Felicity was off to the side, stretching one leg high above her head in that irritatingly casual "I'm not worried, I could break you" kind of way. ''I'll take a pair of She-beast ear guards, and the mouth guard'' I said. Scarrula nodded and produced the piece—a jaw-hugging black-fang insert with a soft metallic flex frame. Glyphs etched along the inside of the ear protectors read, ''Silence Her Screams. Anchor Your Mind.''
The fang Bite Guard clicked into place in front and behind my teeth. The Bite Guard fit perfectly. Next I picked out the Grip-Claw Wrappings and the Shock Tail Booster Band, which could only be acquired with a Tail Mark or a chop of respect. I reached into my side pouch and pulled the Tail Mark. Scarrula grunted with approval.
"Barter accepted." The wrappings came out of a sealed box—tight black bands laced with subtle micro-hooks. I wound them around my wrists and palms, felt them tighten with a whisper-hiss. Strength. Control. And a Grip like hellfire. "Booster Band," I said. Scarrula nodded solemnly. "Only got two left in the city." He retrieved a bone-segmented bracer with plasma-conductive lining. I lifted my tail, felt the ridge hiss as the band locked into place around the central joint. The hum started instantly, it was low but rising and hungry. Herja purred, "Yes. That's mine."
Loadout Equipped:
Throat-Fanged Bite Guard
Grip-Claw Wrappings
Shock Tail Booster Band and the She-Beast Ear Guards
Total Spent: 80 Digi coins + 1 barter item
Remaining Digi Coin 1970.00
Felicity came up behind me, hands on her hips with the She-Beast Ear guards equipped.
"Well well a full kit, huh?"
I looked at her. Calm. Cool. "I'm not going in to fight." A slow grin spread across my face. "I'm going in to win." The Fang Dome was older than any clan. It was a subterranean coliseum carved into the ribs of a fossilized Leviathan. The Fang Dome didn't announce itself. It erupted into your senses. The gates opened with a hiss of hot air and pulsing drums. The smell of blood, dust, fire oil, and alkaloid incense washed over us.
Vein Net drones floated above the crowd, recording from every angle. The stands weren't seats—they were terraces carved from stone, clawed by time and roars. Feral chants echoed in three languages. Dozens of beast clans filled the tiers. Some wore robes. Others, armor. Some bared fangs and howled.
[BEASTNET: FANGDOME EVENT – LIVE]
MATCH TYPE: BLOOD CLAIM – TERRITORY WAGER
TEAM VEINBORN vs. TEAM BLOODBRINE
STAKES: HOLLOW GUTTER NEST KEY // RED CLAW WAY ACCESS ROUTE
We walked across the bone bridge into the dome center. My tail swayed back and forth behind me, glowing faintly from the Plasma energy. Felicity walked at my side, relaxed but sharp—her pupils already thinned, fangs just peeking. On the other side, Team Blood brine waited. They were two lion like women, twins both blonde.
One was Kira and the Other Lana. A Vein officiator-beast approached us—twelve feet tall, six legs, no eyes, glowing glyphs burned red on its sternum. The officiator-beast droned the legalities.
"Territory claim matches are sanctioned by Vein Net," it said, licking ink from a bone stylus. "As per pact law, your Hollow Gutter Nest Key is your wager. Lose, and it reverts to neutral status. Win... and you gain Blood Dominance over the losing team's route privileges for three cycles." Felicity raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"
"They can't set foot on your turf. You can tax any trade use of it. You become the de facto liege."
"And if we lose?" I asked. He grinned, too wide. "Then Blood brine claims your nest, your title, and your rep. Like they were born wearing your skins."
"Submit your claims," it intoned. Felicity removed our Territory Key—the etched spike from Zerask's nest, now polished and glowing faintly. She handed it over to the officiator's bone-spined altar bowl. Across the ring, the Blood brine twins did the same—offering up their claim to the Red Claw Way, a valuable upper-route through Level 3 used by Beast Ring traffic and mod-trade caravans.
[CLAIMS ACCEPTED – STAKES LOCKED]
LOSS RESULTS IN FORFEITURE
FIGHT BEGINS ON SIGNAL
We stepped to opposite corners. The arena transformed. The central platform lowered. Four modular arenas rose around it. Vein stone ring. Crucible walls. No ropes. No rules. The match was tag-team format. One fighter entered from each side. The other waited at their respective corner's. Whoever tags in becomes the legal fighter.
Tag by palm or tail contact. Round One: Herja vs. Kira of Blood brine The Scarred Twin. The officiator raised one clawed limb.
"CHAMPIONS. STEP FORWARD."
Felicity squeezed my hand, "Give them something they'll never forget." I surged forward before I even fully let her go. Not walking. Striding. Plasma tail glowing, fang guard in place, grip-wrapped fists flexing. Across from me, Kira the lion like woman stepped in.
Her form rippled with feline corded muscle; she was taller than me by a few inches. She rolled her neck once. No armor. Just nerve-thread wraps and brutalist claw gauntlets. Her aura was cold, composed and Confident.
COMMENTATOR: "THEY PUT HERJA IN FIRST??"
COMMENTATOR: "KIRA IS A GRAPPLER. THIS IS GONNA BE NASTY."
COMMENTATOR: "FELICITY'S HOLDING BACK… SOMETHING'S UP."
The drums stopped. The lights narrowed. A bell screamed. The Fight Began! I stepped forward—shoulders rolled, breath slow, arms loose. Tail coiled behind me like a predator waiting to strike. Across the ring, Kira of Blood brine stayed crouched—knees bent, forward weight, eyes locked.
No blinking.
No breathing.
Just anticipation.
Then—
She moved!
Kira darted in low, feinting a heel sweep—I read it, stepped back, tail lashed wide with weight and sauce behind it.
WHUMP!
Kira rolled beneath, hands catching the floor, reversing into a low inside single-leg grab. I dropped my center of gravity and swept my tail around Kira's waist. The twin went vertical—I lifted all of her.
COMMENTATOR: "SHE'S GOT HER IN A TAIL WRAP ALREADY!"
COMMENTATOR: "HERJA'S STRONGER THAN SHE LOOKS—NO, STRONGER THAN SHE SHOULD BE!"
Kira twisted, slipping the hold with a fluid body roll—she came up behind me, locked a rear waist clinch. I stepped into it, reversed her weight, and snapped backward—into a shoulder throw with tail assistance. Kira hit the ring floor. Hard. The ring floor suspension system dampened the impact. Back on her feet fast, Kira smirked—her shoulder bleeding where my tail had roughed up the skin.
COMMENTATOR: ''FIRST BLOOD HERJA!''
Kira flicked her fingers, "Bet you think your cute for that huh bitch!" She came again—this time weaving into close range, trapping her arms in an over-under tie.
I didn't panic; I smiled. I Let Kira think she'd won the inside. "No, this is me being a cute bitch" I said with a sneer.
Then—Boom!
Plasma Tail uppercut from below, catching Kira's vulva. A surprise strike. It didn't cut or burn, it shocked. My tail sent a jolt through her vulva making her legs and knees buckle, breaking her balance.
Kira stumbled back hands to her crotch- "GAAAAAAAAAH! YOU DIRTY ROTTEN BITCH!" I stepped in, used the momentum, and performed a tail-wrapped hip toss. Kira flew and slammed down onto the shock absorbing platform. The Crowd roared, glyph banners flickered and the Fang dome lit with molten brilliance. I stood over her, tail arched high, faint arcs of electrical plasma radiating off my tail tip.
Looking down at Kira I winked at her "Are you thirsty for more?"
COMMENTATOR: "VEIN BORN TAKES FIRST FALL!"
COMMENTATOR: "PLASMA TAIL BUILDS ARE ILLEGAL."
COMMENTATOR: "THAT WAS CLINICAL. HERJA'S GOT HER TIMING DIALED IN."
Back at the corner, Felicity slammed her hand on the barrier wall, grinning like a beast in heat. "You beautiful She-beast!," she hissed. "Keep crushing her!" Kira lay stunned—but not done, I moved to her quickly grabbing her by the long thick blonde hair. It was time to perform a crowd pleaser. I bent Kira backward with a yank!
I Positioned Kiras Head between my thighs, she was tight up against my armored womanhood, I squeezed with my thighs until I felt the pressure in her cat ears pop, ''GHURK!'' she gasped in a grunt of pain and protest. I could feel her breath over my crotch as she inhaled and exhaled sharply. I bent forward, my tail wrapping around her torso hefting her lower body up in one motion, I reached forward and spread her legs showing her nether parts off to the crowd and cameras! Suddenly a pink humiliation bar appeared in my reticles!
This had now become a humiliation match.
COMMENTATOR: "HOLYSHIT THIS IS GETTING HOT!"
COMMENTATOR: "HERJA HAS BALLS OF STEEL!"
COMMENTATOR: "TEAM VEIN BORN IS SHOWING OUT!"
COMMENTATOR: "HUMILATION FINISH!"
Hundreds of spectators hand their cameras out on ultra zoom, recording all of Kiras glory as I waved it up in the Air. "Take a look at her goods boys!" I shouted as Kira's ass wiggled back in forth in the air, I slapped her in the junk before throwing her back to her corner. Stunned and panting, she blinked up at me once, her face flushed with embarrassment, but her grin never left. This was getting fun. "I'll teach you a lesson for playing dirty!" She growled. I smiled down at her, "I'm the only one giving lessons here, now you better behave."
I leapt down onto Kira taking the fight to the ground, our bodies met, and we fought and struggled for position. I attempted an Anaconda Vice submission move, but Kira managed to slip out of it. We both grunted as each of us strove for dominance over the other, My legs wrapped around her muscular feline body as she tried to twist.
I tightened my legs, the muscles in my thighs clenching around her torso like a vice. We were a single, straining knot of raw power and gritting teeth. I could feel the ripple of her muscles under my skin, the heaving of her chest as she fought for a single, desperate breath. Her claws scrabbled at my sides, finding no purchase on my bio-plasmic steel stripes. She didn't twist out. She bucked. She bucked hard and I rode her!
A furious, explosive heave of pure feline strength that sent us tumbling sideways across the mat. I broke my hold a moment too late. Her elbow slammed into my ribs with the force of a battering ram, and I gagged, the air driven from my lungs. She was on her feet in an instant, a snarling blur of muscle and malice. Her eyes were no longer just furious. They were hungry. "Playtime's over, princess," Kira spat.
Kira lunged again, but this time a sharp, piercing sound cut through the roar of the crowd. The other twin—the perfect one, Lana—was in motion. She glided across the mat with terrifying grace, her hands now coated in a thin, shimmering purple energy.
COMMENTATOR: "THEY'RE TAGGING IN!"
COMMENTATOR: "BLOODBRINE'S BRINGING THE PAIN!"
Lana's hand connected with Kira's, and a shockwave of orgone energy pulsed through her. Kira's eyes flared with renewed ferocity, her muscles bulging as the perfect twin's power seemed to flow into her. Lana stayed outside the fighting zone, a silent, menacing force on the perimeter, but I could feel her presence in my core. Her magic was a cold, draining parasite, leeching away my orgone. My Plasma Tail sputtered, its tip flickering like a dying lightbulb. Herja screamed in my head.
They're trying to sever us! Kira saw my momentary falter. She was on me again; a clawed fist wrapped in Lana's purple energy. I dodged, but she was too fast. The hit landed, a gut punch that sent a jolt of pain through my body and a wave of nausea through my mind. Felicity screamed from the corner, but I couldn't hear what she said. The crowd's roar was a buzzing static in my ears. All I could feel was the draining cold of the other twin's energy, and the crushing force of Kira's attacks.
I was on my knees now. They had taken the fight to me, and now they were going to finish it. Kira came at me with a sickening smile on her face. This was not going to be a clean win. This was going to be a bloodbath. My legs buckled under the weight of Kira's assault, my mind reeling from the cold drain of Lana's energy drain technique, a technique that was slowly hollowing me out. Kira moved in for the final strike, a snarl on her face.
It was time.
With a final, desperate heave of my will, I slammed my tail against the back of Felicity's outstretched hand—a sharp, stinging tap. The rules of the Fang dome's challenge were simple: a touch of any kind was a tag. Herja receded back into my core, spent and battered, the feeling of my mana being drained fading as my physical self, Ash, took back control. I stumbled back to our corner, the pain now a raw, physical ache, and with that ache a familiar feeling...hunger.
COMMENTATOR: "IT'S A TAG! HERJA'S OUT!"
COMMENTATOR: "WHAT A MOVE! SHE'S SACRIFICING A CLEAN FINISH FOR SURVIVAL."
COMMENTATOR: "VEIN BORN IS GETTING STRATEGIC. THE GAME IS ON."
Felicity didn't hesitate. She launched forward, a flash of violet and raven hair. As she moved, her cybernetic metal eye whirred, a faint pulse of light scanning Kira's form with machine precision.
A torrent of information entered Felicity's reticle, information that only she could process. Kira's body pulsed with the borrowed energy from her twin, her muscles taut and overextended. Her left leg, which had taken one of Herjas earlier blows, had a subtle shift in its movement, a micro-flaw in her otherwise perfect form. Felicity's gaze honed in on it like a predator to a weak point.
I felt the last of my mana being leeched away, my knees buckling under the weight of Lanas energy stealing assault, Herja receded into my core, exhausted and spent.
Felicity met Kira's next charge not with a head-on collision, but with cunning. She sidestepped, a blur of motion, her hands a rapid-fire series of strikes. Left Hook Punch, Straight Punch, a Right Hook Punch that snapped Kira's head back. She didn't have my brute force, but she had a surgeon's precision.
Enraged, Kira tried to grapple, but Felicity was a ghost. She slipped a headlock and, with a quick series of agile movements, spun around, a Scissors Hurricanrana wrapping her legs around Kira's head. Felicity used the momentum to spin Kira down to the mat, her head buried between felicity's snatch, hooking her legs for a Pin!
COMMENTATOR: "A HUMILIATION PIN! IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE VEIN!"
COMMENTATOR: "THAT'S NOT JUST A PIN, THAT'S A MESSAGE!"
COMMENTATOR: "BLOOD BRINE IS BEING TAUGHT A LESSON IN THE FANG DOME!"
Kira bucked, furiously, but she couldn't throw off Felicity who was fully mounted on her face! Felicity was fighting smart. But from the opposite corner, Lana watched with cold, venomous fury. Her mana-draining power intensified, not just on me, but now also on Felicity. Felicity's movements slowed, her muscles tensing against the unseen force. I felt my mana being drained, a cold, insidious parasite burrowing into my core. My movements faltered, and Lana, her face a mask of fury, moved in for the kill. But the parasite wasn't just on me; it was on the entire ring. Lana was channeling her psychic power to aid her twin, a clear violation of the rules.
Felicity who was still locking out Kira inside the ring, saw it too. She was fighting a two-front war, but her focus was absolute. Lana's face contorted in rage. She took a step forward, ready to intervene, but a sudden force met her from outside the ring.
Me.
Us.
Herja.
I raced around the ring with the speed of a feral beast; my palm's open and ready as I met her barrier. I pressed my hands against the invisible psychic shield separating us. My orgone palm suckers activated, their sticky, glowing discs pressing against the barrier! She felt it. The drain. My suckers began to draw her mana, pulling it from her with a sickening, liquid sound. She staggered back, her eyes wide with shock. Her connection to Kira was severed. The tables had turned. The fight was now a two-on-two, but in two separate arenas.
Inside the ring, Kira scrambled, but without her twin's power aiding her, she was a ship without a rotor, Felicity's lock held.
Outside the ring, Lana shrieked as she got a taste of her own energy draining ways. I lunged, tackling her against the steel barrier, my palm suckers gripping her exposed breasts with a renewed ferocity. Our bodies were wet with sweat as my legs wrapped around her waist, my sex grinding into hers as I drained her.
The feeling was sheer ecstasy, and I climaxed on her naked body as I drained her of her Orgone!
I leaned down and sucked her tongue into my mouth, slowly licking and flicking it with my own tongue as I rode her out. Lana gasped as her eye's rolled back into her head as she blacked out. A gong sounded: K.O!
A unified cry from the commentators confirmed our victory.
COMMENTATOR: "DOUBLE PIN! IN AN UNOFFICIAL TAG MATCH! I'VE NEVER SEEN THIS IN THE VEIN BEFORE!"
COMMENTATOR: "FELICITY'S GOT KIRA!"
COMMENTATOR: "AND HERJA'S GOT LANA!"
COMMENTATOR: "TEAM VEIN BORN WINS IT ALL! THE TERRITORY, THE TITLE, THE HUMILIATION!"
The crowd erupted, a deafening mix of cheers and jeers. We had won. The stakes were all ours. Team Vein born was no longer an upstart. We were the new kings and queens of the underground.