NovelAI Scenario: Gods Of The Arena

Description

You are a sex gladiator, fighting on the arena to dominate every ass destiny throws at you. You will battle against a futa, bara or a femboy.

Gender neutral protagonist, works with futa.

To choose your antagonist you need to first edit their WI to correctly say {notes}, adding your own should also work if formatted correctly, but could require some initial wrangling.

The script is notes++ but slightly modified to also close quotes after the first output.

Tags

notes++, bara, gladiator, public sex, futa, femboy, domination

Prompt

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" The editor yells. "WELCOME TO IEBANI ARENA!" You are ready for that. You've been waiting for this moment ever since your ignominious defeat last year that you have recovered from only recently. This will be your revenge. This will be your return. You will be the champion again. The sun is shining onto the arena, the sand is smells of blood and sweat and semen. The crowd roars. Your fight did not come yet, you lean against the bars and observe the current the pair of gladiators strive to dominate one another, their oiled bodies struggling and bleeding, their unyielding phalluses dripping with pre-come, trying to find each other's entrances between the clenched buttocks. "I WILL FUCK YOU LIKE I FUCKED YOUR MOTHER!" One of them bellows, and the crowd erupts with cheers and applause and unintelligible hollers. His opponent's resolve yields―he drops his weight, inadvertently splaying his legs wide, his anguished shriek fills the arena as his anal ring gives in to the victor's masculine force, the virile member forcing its way in, past the sphincter, nearly tearing the flesh and embedding itself deeply within. You watch with baited breath as the one on top begins to thrust, his pelvis tackling the other's behind with savage intensity, the anus twitching madly as it accepts his cock, slick with oil, losing blood, willpower, mind. The vanquished's blood trickles from his ass, the victor withdraws his cock, now smeared with shit and blood and jizz. The crowd cheers in sadistic glee. The editor announces victor's name. The belligerents vacate the sands before editor's voice cuts through the amphitheatre again, presenting you: "AND NOW… IT IS TIME FOR OUR FORMER CHAMPION TO SEEK VENGEANCE!! ${NAME}!" The gate opens, and you walk out, nude, just as you had entered the arena for the first time. Your sightly opponent makes entrance onto the sands opposite you, nearly naked save for sheer linen loincloth, trumpeted by the editor. "AND AGAINST ${NAME}... [Click to expand]

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" The editor yells. "WELCOME TO IEBANI ARENA!"

You are ready for that. You've been waiting for this moment ever since your ignominious defeat last year that you have recovered from only recently. This will be your revenge. This will be your return. You will be the champion again.

The sun is shining onto the arena, the sand is smells of blood and sweat and semen. The crowd roars.

Your fight did not come yet, you lean against the bars and observe the current the pair of gladiators strive to dominate one another, their oiled bodies struggling and bleeding, their unyielding phalluses dripping with pre-come, trying to find each other's entrances between the clenched buttocks.

"I WILL FUCK YOU LIKE I FUCKED YOUR MOTHER!" One of them bellows, and the crowd erupts with cheers and applause and unintelligible hollers.

His opponent's resolve yields―he drops his weight, inadvertently splaying his legs wide, his anguished shriek fills the arena as his anal ring gives in to the victor's masculine force, the virile member forcing its way in, past the sphincter, nearly tearing the flesh and embedding itself deeply within.

You watch with baited breath as the one on top begins to thrust, his pelvis tackling the other's behind with savage intensity, the anus twitching madly as it accepts his cock, slick with oil, losing blood, willpower, mind. The vanquished's blood trickles from his ass, the victor withdraws his cock, now smeared with shit and blood and jizz.

The crowd cheers in sadistic glee. The editor announces victor's name. The belligerents vacate the sands before editor's voice cuts through the amphitheatre again, presenting you: "AND NOW… IT IS TIME FOR OUR FORMER CHAMPION TO SEEK VENGEANCE!! ${NAME}!"

The gate opens, and you walk out, nude, just as you had entered the arena for the first time.

Your sightly opponent makes entrance onto the sands opposite you, nearly naked save for sheer linen loincloth, trumpeted by the editor. "AND AGAINST ${NAME}

Author Notes

writing style: erotic, narrative, heroic, verbose

Memory

{9: You are ${Name}, a sex-gladiator, former champion of Iebani Arena, looking to return to your erstwhile glory, ${short description of (You)}. You are fighting in an arena, but not to the death―the name of the game is to fuck and not get fucked.}

{3: As a sex-gladiator, your only goal in this fight is to brutally sodomize your opponent and not get buggered yourself.}

World Info

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{notes
{3: Your opponent, Mennous, is a large man, quite young but already well experienced as a sex-gladiator, taller than you, but equal in terms of build. It seems like the fight will be close. His skin is dark brown, intricately tattooed, covered in oil it looks more like burnished bronze than any human complexion. His hair is long – possibly a weak point. Mennous's penis is large, bent slightly left, already erect―you can't see more details under the sheer loincloth.}
{notes
{3: Your opponent, Maximia, is a Germanic woman, or hermaphrodite [futanari], to be specific. Her penis is bigger than yours, thicker too, the loincloth doesn't cover it very well. Maximia is well muscular, but a tad shorter than you, her skin is tanned and her hair is short and dirty. Maximia's bare bosom was beyond voluptuous, her nipples shapely and pink, and she seems very proud of her body.}
{notes
{3: Your opponent, Camillus is a teenage boy, small and pretty, feminine even with his soft curly blond hair. His body is lithe and nimble, skin smooth, marked only with one scar on his chest. You were ready to underestimate Camillus, but his speed and acrobatics might just be enough to give you a hard time. You can't tell the size or shape of his penis from under his loincloth.}

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