Realm of Warriors

[Croup]

(for Rarcoryn)

"What do you mean, spank?"

Son Goku frowned at the strange creature that had brought him here, wherever "here" was. Right now it seemed like a featureless void, but he'd also been told it was a realm of warriors. Granted, a realm of warriors who all wanted to... spank each other...

For it's part, the spirit fluttered and snickered. It resembled a sphere of light, or maybe a will 'o the wisp. It zapped around the saiyan, admiring him from every angle--particularly his backside. It seemed to almost pant at that sight. "Oh, you'll see," it said. "Every man who is chosen for my realm just needs a little fine-tuning. Though, hmm... to be honest, some men need a little less tuning than others."

There was a flash of light, and Goku gasped. He could actually feel certain gears shift in his brain. Rather than want to endlessly fight strong opponents who would challenge him, he now wanted to, well, fight and also... spank them. Spank them hard. Spank them until they cried and proclaimed he was the best and the strongest.

"There, see? Nothing to it. Now, are you ready to enter my Realm of Fabled Warriors?"

Goku's head was still spinning. He took a moment to get his bearings, then flexed one of his hands. "Am I?" he asked. Then he squeezed the spread fingers into a fist. He smirked. "Let's do this!"

"Exellent! Oh, just so you know, in addition to the other adjustment, I've also downgraded your power-level a mite. You were a wee bit too strong for most of the guys in here, and I wanted to keep things interesting. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll adjust in no time..."


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Goku flew through the air in search of an ass to beat.

It was a marvelous world, this place he'd been brought to. The geography was all clustered so close together. He saw rainforests and deserts existing side by side, along with castles, underground caverns, oceans, modern cities, crystal landscapes, high cathedrals, roman ruins... Hundreds of fighting locales, all anachronistically seeming to occupy the same space with each other. He wondered how it was all possible.

But he didn't wonder for long. Goku wasn't one to think overlong about such things on the best of days. That, and... he'd just spotted his first victim.

He landed in front of him, an orange-haired lad wearing a black robe.. coat?.. with a frayed hem. He was carrying an overly large sword. "Hi there! I'm Son Goku," he introduced himself. "Want to fight?"

He'd never been one for overly long introductions, either.

The other man cocked his head, then narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Ichigo Kurosaki," he gave his own name. "And most guys don't ask. They just leap out... and ambush..."

"Well I'm not most guys. So how about it? Want to? I have to admit, I'm kind of interested in how it'd feel to turn your butt red," Goku grinned.

"Tch. You must be new around here. Alright, I'll fight you. But don't be surprised if you lose."

"Hah! I've taken on enemies with more power in their pinkies than you have in your whole body. I think I'll be fine!" Goku bragged.


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It came as a massive shock to Goku when he got draped over Ichigo's knees.

The fight had been short, almost ridiculously so. He'd come at the younger man with a burst of speed, but realized right away he couldn't go super saiyan anymore. Further, his punches and kicks lacked the power that they usually had. He could tell Ichigo felt them, but that was all. Then that sword had swung down...

The first blow sent Goku hurtling into a wall, stunned and groggy, with most of his clothing in tatters. He was too out of it to resist when Ichigo then stomped up to him, ripped off the remainder of his pants as well as his underwear, and threw him over his lap. There lay Son Goku, Hero and Savior of Earth, with his bare butt perched high over Ichigo's knee.

"Oof... That wasn't... How did you...?"

"I! Told! You! Not! To! Be! Sur! Prised!" Ichigo started lecturing while slamming his palm across Goku's muscular cheeks. The man's eyes widened immediately as an incredible sting flared in his rear.

"OW! Gah, I'm sorry! Ouch, not so hard! That hurts! YEOOWW!" Goku found himself squirming and bucking immediately. Not only had his fighting power been downgraded, but apparently his pain tolerance had been, too!

"Next! Time! Don't! Be! So! Cocky!"

"Oooooowwwwww, y--yes Ichigo! I won't! Aaaahhhh!!"

From high above, the Spirit of the Realm watched Son Goku's fantastic butt turn red with handprints. A short while later the man actually burst into tears and sniffles. "Hmmm, on second thought maybe we reduced his power too much? ...Oh well! All this balancing is so tedious. But I'm sure we'll get it right next time!" The Spirit grinned to itself as it considered who next to bring into it's magical realm of hot men spanking each other... as the sound of other bottoms getting slapped--and assorted grunts, groans, yelps, and pleas--floated up from various points down below.

[gutterpupper]

The built brunette stalked through city that he had been transported to by some sort of magic unknown to him. A floating light bulb (or a fairy or whatever you wanted to call it) had aid it had picked him here to do a battle with other men. And now after it had done something to him, he had this overwhelming urge to replace his handgun with a mighty wooden frat paddle. He couldn't explain it but he was out here hunting for makes to spank.

"I have no idea what the hell is going on but I really need to find an ass to spank or I'm gonna end up spanking my own."

That was a scary idea. He had no idea where these thoughts and desires came from and he was sure it was some sort of spell, but the idea of throwing some helpless male over his lap and paddling them was a great idea.

[Croup]

"Now wouldn't dat be a sight?"

From out of the shadows stepped a man with dark eyes. A brown trench coat hid many of his features, but was casually left open to reveal he was wearing some sort of body-armor. Wild brown hair carelessly sprouted over a peculiar head protection. He also carried a long metal bo staff. "You must be new here, mon ami," he said in a thick cajun accent, while looking the bigger man up and down. "Almost tempted to hang back an' see if you carry through. Only one problem wit' dat plan." He smirked, and held up a hand of what appeared to be ordinary playing cards. "I'd much rather give you a spankin' myself!"

With that, the man ran at the newcomer--while at the same time charging up the cards, and releasing them in a directed throw to explode on impact.

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Chris darted quickly to dodge the attack coming in at him. This was the first male he had encountered since being brought to this place. And one that pushed all the wrong buttons.

"I guess I'll have to wait on finding that paddle," he said to himself before he spoke again, louder for the attacker to hear. "The one butt that's getting spanked here is yours. If you surrender, I'll go easy on you..." He knew the man wouldn't take the offer, instead it was more bait to keep the other male out in the open, attacking so Chris could figure out how he moves.

[Croup]

"The offer is 'preciated, but no thanks, mon ami. I prefer t' do the spanking. An' dat rear of yours calls out for a paddle, even in dis place." Gambit told him, flinging more cards. Each one was packed with enough power to make a sizeable explosion, leaving Chris fewer and fewer places to dodge to. And once he ran out of space... Gambit intended to follow through on his promise. The beefy S.T.A.R.S. agent would be draped over his knee, pants pulled down, and perfectly muscled ass bucking from a humiliating and painful punishment.

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"Tch... think again..." Chris smirked as he made a dash towards the trentchcoated man. He drew his hand gun, remembering what he was told by the sparkling light.

Your handgun bullets will be replaced with rubber ones. Can't leave you utterly defenceless can we now? Your poor rear needs to have some protection.

Firing straight out he aimed for the man's chest and arms. The aim was to make the man loose his arm, wind him and take the advantage. If it failed, he at least had more room to dodge any more of those strange card attacks.

[Croup]

Against most other opponents the tactic would have worked. But against Gambit, his metal bo staff snapped up, and he spun it, actually blocking most of the bullets that otherwise would have hit him. It was an uncanny feat of agility, but one he took utterly for granted.

"Nice try, now you mine!" He lashed out with the same staff, aiming to disarm Chris. First knock his gun away. Then drop his pants.

[gutterpupper]

His attacker was quick and unfortunately quicker than Chris had realised. With little difficulty he had blocked the bullets and managed to swipe at his gun, knocking the fire arm out of his hands.

"Dammit," he hissed. He was left defenceless apart from his bare fists which he choose to take a swipe at the other man. It was his last shot. There was no way he was loosing to this guy and being the one on the receiving end.

[Croup]

"Ooh, close, but no dice!" Gambit mocked as he dodged to the side. That fearsome punch would have knocked his block off, true--if he'd let it connect. But Gambit hadn't been raised on the streets of New Orleans and been fostered in the Thieves Guild to let himself be taken by such a direct attack. As the aggressive agent sailed by on his momentum, the cajun helped himself to a brisk slap on the stretched seat of Chris Redfield's military-grade pants. Just to tease and taunt the big guy.

Or maybe not 'just'. Along with the smack Gambit had activated his mutant power. He smirked and leaned back against a pillar, lighting another cigarette. "Ah, jus' a heads up. I'd get out of those pants if I were you, mon ami," he told him, flicking some ash against the ground. "Otherwise you'll have a most unpleasant surprise in 'bout, oh... ten seconds."

The hum of an imminent explosion began to build, coming from Chris's rear.