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Reno LeChamp

Angel Varous

22:46 Angel_Varous: Deep in the sparkling blue waters of the Caribbean sea, a small tropical island had been home to many unethical scientific experiments.

This black fund research and development lab had a single purpose. To revive the ancient beasts and bring them into the modern world. The options for profit from this venture were beyond imagine and great progress had been made. Yet with all unethical science they had flown too close to the sun, created something they couldn’t control and the genetic creations had broken loose and left to run wild on the island.

From there the chaos of the breakout and the battles the different dino beasts had waged had done a good job of wrecking large portions of the lab. That combined with the leftover research and books had helped form a unique society on the island, and the Dino creations had learned and formed something unique.

A society of strength and combat.

Might made right and the strongest came to rule.

As of now, that was subject Tr-7745 code named 'Angel'.

A female Rex variant that had battled both herbivores and other carnivores for control of the island. She had won, and lost, and won again until now she was the undisputed queen, ruling from the ruins of the lab. Beating her would lead at least to a temporary ruler shift of the island and the beasts on it.

Angel herself had settled into her role well, and even as she walked to the top of the ruined lab, she gazed out over her island. The lush tropical greens, the deep blues of the river that ran from the mountain in the center of the island to a small lagoon on the southern edge of her land. The large complex that was slowly being taken back over by the jungle and the geothermal pipes that still fed power to the place.

It was that power and the video monitors that had helped the Dino’s learn. Helped HER learn. She now spoke the language of her creators. She understood things, and even had grown her knowledge of their speech in what they called writing.

Taking a moment, she leaned back, letting the warmth of the noon sun wash over her. Heating up her gray scales, turning the red diamond pattern on her back blazing hot as sweat openly dripped from her nude frame. She smiled, idly flexing the muscles beneath her scales, making them dance like vipers before she whipped her tail in a slashing manner.

This was her land but she was growing bored. It had been nearly six months since her lash challenge, the spinosaurous having lost a third time now and no other beast willing to challenge her. Her blood burned with a need to fight again. To challenge, to struggle, to live.

Turning back she began to move back into the ruined lab, planning on partaking of her midday meal, and afterwards thinking of provoking at least one beast to challenge her. She needed a fight as much as she needed food, something the scientists had built into her. It was now a question if anyone would answer that need.

03:06 Celice_LeChamp: The heat of the day was a physical thing.

Waves of humidity clung to her like wet blankets, filling her lungs with air so thick with moisture that she felt like she was drowning. The sun baked her gray fur until she was gasping, almost sodden with sweat.

The jungle around her was constantly in motion.

Plants swinging in the breeze, small animals starting through the underbrush, insects humming nonsense through the air… She was hot, tired, and overstimulated.

Still… So far, the journey had been worth it.

After her encounter with Safira, it had taken months for her body to recover. Getting back into fighting shape wasn’t any small feat, and the island she called home had given her a steady stream of challenges that had slowly brought her back to peak physical condition.

But, she still felt that urge to test herself in foreign waters.

The need to seek out fighters in places that would never visit the arena in her hometown.

Soon, she had gone combing through every record she could find. Any place on the planet where one could test their strength was considered, weighed, and found wanting.

And then, an oddity.

In an International Geography magazine, an article on a society of genetically engineered creatures that had sprung up in the wake of a rebellion at a government facility. Apparently, beasts from millions of years in the past had been revived, abused, and fought back. The end result had been an absolute slaughter… And a government interdiction that saw the international community, keeping their distance to let the inhabitants develop without interference.

Instantly, she had known that she needed to be there. To experience this place for herself. She already lived in a world where only the strong survived, and tp find a place where that was law… where she could challenge something that was literally made to fight…

The 12 hour boat ride and the thousands of dollars in bribes had been worth the time and money.

As soon as she had stepped off of the boat and onto the shore, she had gotten the attention of something in the tree line… Some crocodilian thing that had charged her and paid for its arrogance with a kick that hand left it several teeth short.

Since then, there had been other attacks, all repelled without significant effort.

But it was wearing on her…

While she was skilled and trained, where was the challenge? So far, a few blows had been landed against her, but nothing to compare with her best fights.

Ahead, she saw a great concrete structure rising from the jungle.

It appeared to be some sort of laboratory, overgrown with vines, and in a state of disuse.

She marveled it just how much had been left behind by the evacuating survivors.

Still, this would serve nicely as a shelter for her, and a place to make a base camp.

The boat wouldn’t be back for a week, and she had been dreading the prospect of roughing it. She enjoyed her creature comforts, and this day was going to defeat her more surely than anything else that she had encountered.

As she slipped inside, she couldn’t help the feeling that she wasn’t alone.

Most of the savage creatures seemed to enjoy the call of nature… But here and there there were signs that something lived here.

Well, she thought to herself… She could always serve a personalized eviction notice if the need came up.

Her survey landed her in a room that still seemed to have power. Perhaps some sort of emergency generator had survived the many months of abandonment… Glowing monitors surrounded her, and she oddly noticed recordings of science logs playing on several of them.

She leaned in, trying to make some sense of technical terms. Strange. Why had they left these playing during an evacuation?

06:12 Angel_Varous: Angel sniffed the air, the hot wet scent of the jungle combined with the sickly sweet smell of natural decay and the more artificial scent of the crumbling building she had made of her nest.

All of that was normal and natural for the land.

There was even the slight scent of others of her kind, sniffing around the corners of her lair that were the normal probing that occurred on the island. The slight testing of boundaries and the search for weakness one might find in nature, yet there was a new and different scent. It was a dryer yet wet thing. A sandy floral scent that was almost like the beach but sun scorched instead of baked, with notes of flour and dry wood that were unfamiliar to the Dino woman. Yet it went beyond that as well. It was filled with vitality and vigor but also something different. A lingering heat and a scent of fertility. A womb well seeded and used even if the event had occurred long ago.

While the mere presence of a new scent was a thrill for the rex, she had some trouble accepting it given the unbridled rage that washed over her.

This was not a scent that belonged in her nest, her home.

Had she had the hackles for it they would be raised. Instead her back seemed to bristle as her scales shivered and shimmered in the light while a thrill rolled through her as she caught the final notes of the scent.

Blood, and warm. Like those that had made her and her kind.

Like a graceful predator she began to stalk, moving through the facility towards the room of false life. Beings moving on flat hard water but did not breath or have the scent of the living. That is where the scent was strongest.

This was her home and she knew how the air flowed through it. Knew where her scent would be carried away from her prey so that they would not smell her coming. And even if they caught a hint of her scent the place was already soaked in her scent thanks to her living here and her battles to defend this place.

All of those who wanted to rule the island wanted this place.

With slow and careful motions, she moved till she could see into the room of false life and the creature that had intruded upon her realm.

Her eyes glittered with some excitement. She was smaller than she had expected, but smaller did not mean less of a challenge.

But her fury was building and boiling at the audacity of sneaking in her home without offering a proper challenge.

With the confidence of a queen, she moved so that half of her was revealed via the light streaming from the hole in the far wall, a remodeling courtesy of a wild tackle of a long neck who had challenged her many months ago. Her upper body hidden by the shadows, while her powerful legs and thick club like tail were clear in the indirect light.

A deep breath and a bellowing roar echoed from her, shaking the air like thunder as she stomped on foot and lashed her tail upon the ground for a crack of thunder.

“Fool, you would invade my nest like some scavenger, issue a proper challenge so I might break your body before I mount you as a male would before tossing you to the compies and let the little cowards use you as their plaything. Or submit now, service the rules of the island and then be tossed,” she roared. “Either way you will pay for coming to this sacred place and defiling it with your weak scent.”

With her bellowing rage filled declaration sent, she paused and waited, seeing what this little creature would do, hoping she was fool enough to fight.

06:24 Celice_LeChamp: One moment she was alone, and the next a blast of noise assaulted her.

The roar was a wall of sound crashing down on her; instinctive dread blossoming in her chest as the low notes rumbled her bones. Although she was a predator, something in her DNA recognized the dominance in that sound. Not just a predator, but an Apex predator. Something that said on others and permitted no challenges to his authority.

She sprang upward, turning as she vaulted onto the desk.

As she came down in a crouch, she was nearly eye level with the source of the deafening roar. It… No… SHE… was well over 6 feet tall, and covered in layer upon layer of muscle. As she spoke, the flash of light on her teeth revealed a maw made for ripping, tearing and devouring. It was a nightmare beast from another time, and as it pronounced his ultimatum, she beat the fear that had been rising in her chest back down.

No. It wasn’t a monster.

It was a challenger. What she had come here for.

Something that could, potentially, give her the fight that she needed. “Is that so? I don’t see a ruler here, or anything else worth challenging. I see a pathetic hag that decided to squat in a hovel in the jungle, and declare herself queen Bitch of the world.” She let her own teeth show as she stood, the desk putting her a foot above the tyrannosaur. “Sorry, honey… That title's already taken.“ Shifting into a fighting stance, she spat to one side, further defiling their living space. “Now, if you’re done pissing to mark your territory, let’s see if you’ve actually got what it takes to keep it…“

06:47 Angel_Varous: “You see a queen that rules over her domain after wrestling it from you warm bloods that desired to enslave and abuse my kind. A queen that has fended off every challenge to her authority,” she snarled out, her fury rising even higher as the little creature spat upon this holy place. “A queen that has learned from you warm bloods how to speak your language. Who has taken and defended this place against all. I will however change my offers, I will give you to the herbivores instead, they might be more your size,” she snarled aloud, while her tail curled slowly on the ground, gathering up a few small chunks of fallen concrete and pipes.

She didn’t dare risk fighting all out in this place.

It was one of the few places that allowed her to learn of the world beyond the island, and learn more about the warm bloods that had created her and her kind.

So as she spoke, she took a half step forward before whirling around, using her tail like an arm as she flung the half dozen bits of debris towards the little fluff fighter on the desk, taking a bit of a shotgun approach and hopefully forcing her off the raised platform, or barring that forcing her to guard against the improvised scatter shot.

Either way, as she finished the whirl, she charged, aiming for where the large eared yapper was, aiming to rush her heavier bull into her, her goal simple and clear. Get her out of this room and into a more fitting arena for their battle. A new hole through the crumbling wall wouldn’t be the worst thing she figured, better than losing any more of the still water pools and their visions of false life.

07:01 Celice_LeChamp: Size and weight may not be on her side, but nature had offered her an advantage that it had not afforded to her.

Speed.

Her reflexes were lightning, and as she saw the shift in the Dino’s hips, she sensed more than saw the danger from her tail. Her body reacted even as her mind registered the debris pile; a dirty trick on par with the kind of bastardry she used in the ring.

Without time to respect her opponents clever tactics, her hands grasped one of the monitors and pulled it up, using it as an improvised shield. She heard plastic crack and shatter as the shards struck it, but managed to avoid the sting of pierced flesh herself.

“Ha! Maybe your trash talk is better than your AAAAIGH!” Her taunting was cut short as a mountain hit her, her body and the monitor both scooped up in a tackle and takedown that would do any fighting legend proud. She felt a sudden, hideous pressure and impact as they struck the wall… then relief as they went through it.

Dazed, she shook her head, the bull charge having thrown her clear.

It was a lab, filled with equipment, flasks, and gestating dinos in tanks. She’d never been one for science, but she recognized cloning tanks like the ones in the arena facilities back home.

No time to puzzle it out, she flung the monitor at the tyrant queen’s face, sprinting after it and sliding across the rubble-strewn ground. She launched both legs forward in a kick aimed at her opponents knees, looking to destroy their mobility early in the fight.

07:19 Angel_Varous: The Rex snarled as she watched the little shit grab one of the pools and use it like a shield.

A coward it seemed, unwilling to take a hit proper or dodge as her size implied she was good at.

Yet as her shoulder connected with the little beast and the wall crumbled away, the Dino couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation of impact rattling through her frame, the way her muscles seemed to sing with effort and energy. This was life and living was all that mattered.

So even as she stood and the small yapper was sent tumbling, she rose to her full height, growling low and dangerous tones as the dust from the broken wall coated her scales and the fluff balls fur in a fine mist of grit, she let her eyes go wide as the smaller female charged her.

She had perhaps a half second to react as the small fox tossed the monitor at her. With a snar, she slashed her arm across the path of the tech and sent it scattering to the side, only to see the fox starting her leap. As she leapt towards her, feet extended and aiming low, Angel had even less time to respond.

She knew she wouldn’t be able to match her speed, and hindrance to her mobility would lessen her ability to win. She didn’t have the ripping and tearing claws of the raptors, so it was blunt force she planned to use to take her down.

With a quick motion the big rex dropped down, falling to her knees with a thud on the hardened floor, feeling the debris and grit grind into her scales, but sparing her knees the double impact from the fox’s strike.

This sadly didn’t avoid the blow, merely changed its target, as both heels hammered into her solid core, and found the iron bricks of her abs. It still forced a grunt from her body as pain rushed through her frame, but instead of being able kneecap her and hobble her for the fight, she had managed to simply take a deep aching blow to her midsection and now the fox was close, so the big dino balled both fists and brought them down like hammers.

She had found the Dino’s midsection to be solid, the Dino now wanted to test the fox’s core to see if it lacked strength.

07:33 Celice_LeChamp: The bigger they were, the harder they fell.

It was a maxim that she had lived by and one that she trusted to carry her through this fight.

As she arced toward her foe like a streak of gray and purple lighting, it was clear that the Rex didn’t have speed on her side… but the bitch fought smart.

In the instant before the crippling impact that would have seen her foe unable to stand, they dropped. The fox’s feet met with a wall of steel, the flexed muscle denting beneath the assault… but holding. Another flew blows like that, and she may be hitting something vital, but for now she merely dropped to the ground on her back, unable to sprint away as she had originally planned.

It was with horror that she saw the double axle blow descent, dropping like cannonballs into her belly. No time to roll or evade, the fox could only tense her abs and pray. But god wasn’t listening.

If the tyrant’s abs were steel, hers were brick. Solid. Trained. But they had their limits. Those limits were tested and nearly exceeded as both fists battered down, pulverizing her abs. She folded upward letting out a croak. The air hadn’t been forced from her lungs, but she still felt herself hideously compressed by the blow.

She couldn’t wait for a second assault if she wanted to survive.

Lashing a leg upward at their chin, she rolled to her side and pushed away with the leg on the ground, hoping to stun her opponent for a moment and buy some distance to restrategize.

07:47 Angel_Varous: The Rex let a smile play across her lips as she watched the warm blood all but flop at the double impact.

Her core was solid but she clearly felt the cracks spreading through her muscle wall and another hit or two like that would certain crumble her defenses.

Yet before she could capitalize on the victory the fox was in motion again. Her leg flashing up and catching the bigger woman across the jaw, sending a spray of spittle from her lips to arc in the air away from her. However that wasn’t enough to buy the fox a full reprive from the dino woman she had challenged. She had learned from the pools, learned about momentum and force. So instead of meeting the force head on, she flowed with it. There was still pain, and her vision did blur from the impact, but as she moved with the force of the blow, she shifted to the side at the same time, letting her weight carry her as she fell while twisting with the blow, sending her towards facing away from the fox, while bringing her tail around like a whip, aiming to clip the fox’s own leg if she could, slow her down a bit, even if the whip she was firing off was more akin to a battering ram thanks to her tails thickness and size.

07:58 Celice_LeChamp: As she slid across the floor, Celice felt the impact of her kick striking home and rejoiced.

She may be facing a monster, but they were not invincible. Powerful, but not unbeatable. They could be broken.

Still, before she could do that, she would have to survive the next few minutes of battle.

She needed out of this building. Indoors, there were tools that she could use, but also less space. If she was trapped in a corner or down a blind hallway, that would be the end of her. She wasn’t certain her enemy was angry enough to kill or cripple her permanently, but it was a possibility. And while there were things they could do for her back home, that was 1000 miles away and at least six days until her boat came.

All of this sped through her mind as she lither across the floor, coming up a few feet away… and immediately being thrown off balance again, as she felt a sharp pressure against the back of her thigh. She heard the whip crack sound of their tail before she felt any pain, but when she did, it was a colossal thing. A huge welt appeared over her hamstring. With a yelp, she gripped the injury and rapidly began limping away, reaching up and gripping one of the tanks for support. Looking back, she saw that she didn’t have long. Now slowed, but not stopped, she needed something to buy her time.

Inspiration struck, and she pulled downward, looking to overturn the tank.

With an effort, it toppled, shattering and sending reinforced glass and slick amniotic fluid cascading into the path between them as she headed for a faded exit sign.

08:06 Angel_Varous: Angel gave a happy growling sound as she felt her tail impact and as she moved to rise she watched as the little fox begin to limp away from her. Slowed, not stopped.

She was tough at least the Rex would give her that.

As she climbed to her own feet and moved to give chase, she watched as the little thing managed to tip over one of the vats that held one of those not life beasts. The crash and shattering of the container was like thunder as the slick green fluid and the never living occupant splatted to the floor. Angel had no time to dwell on it as she moved towards the fox with haste, but after two steps through the slick fluid, her footing was lost in the slime and she tumbled to the ground, barely catching herself to lessen the impact of the fall, but when one was her size it was still a rattling experience. Add to that the glass shards stabbed into her hard scaled flesh, some even managing to pierce the softer scales around her tits making her blood well up to the surface.

She gave a roar of pain, and forced herself to her knees, seeing the bitch had managed to make some progress away from her. With a roar, she grabbed a hold of the corpse before her and hooked her tail onto the top of the shattered tank. “Stand and fight you fluffy coward cunt,” she snarled, jerking her tail hard and sending her spinning on the slime slick floor before she launched the corpse towards the fox, using the slime costing its body to send it skittering across the floor towards the retreating fox, and managing to grind the glass shards more into her knees slicing up her scales fairly well.

08:25 Celice_LeChamp: She could hear the impact and the sound of a large, floundering body behind her, and let out a cackle at the insistence that she stand and fight.

She couldn’t help but hurl a few words of her own back. Although her insults were a part of her personality, they were more than that. They were an opportunity to distract and enrage an enemy. Fighters who would simply walk away would keep going just for the chance to shut her stinging mouth. An angry opponent was a stupid opponent. And so, she angled her head to call over her shoulder.

“Hurry up and catch me, you scaled skank! No wonder they say you guys were scavengers! I hope you enjoy the lunch that was floating in that cra…” a soft, wet object, about 30 lbs, struck her in the center of her back, knocking her forward and sending her skidding across the rubble to abrade her knees and palms.

She was at the doorway… right there. She stood, feeling a twinge where her hips met her spine, but although she had been injured it would take a while for swelling to further weaken her.

Limping outside, she panted, glancing frantically about as she shielded her eyes from the hot sun. The treeline… she could make a run into the jungle. Find a better battleground… Glancing back at the building, something caught her eye… creeping vines… Perfect. By the time the rec arrived, Celice would have vanished from sight.

08:35 Angel_Varous: Angel snarled, slowly forcing herself to rise to her feet. She had to be careful where and how she stepped given the slippery nature that the fox had forced upon her.

She was well slimed from heel to chin, and after another fall slimed fully across her back too.

She would make the little yapper pay and pay dearly for this. Snarling and stalking, she moved till she managed to exit the lab, and squinted slightly due to the bright hot sunlight. Her eyes adjusted quickly and scanned the area around. Between the tree line, and the small path that had been a road there wasn't much that gave her an idea of where the fox had run off too. Her tail slapped the ground a few times as she snarled.

"Coward cunt, I thought you wanted a challenge rather and a foot race," she bellowed out, while sniffing deeply, aiming to catch the bitch's scent. It hadn't gone far, in fact, with another sniff, it had gone back? With her eyes widening, she whirled, bringing her arm around in an arc, figuring the bitch had gotten behind her somehow and was now making a wild blow to keep her back if needed and get a look to see where the fox had scrambled to behind her.

08:46 Celice_LeChamp: In point of fact, the reptile had been right…

Celice knew a stand-up flight would be foolhardy. Suicidal, even. And so, she was going to do what she did best; fight, dirty.

Clamoring up the side of the building, going handover hand with the thick vines slowly devouring the building, she reached the rooftop in a matter of seconds, just as her opponent emerged. Dragging her claws across the vines, she had cut a small section free, only 2 or 3 feet. Wrapping each end around one fist and then the other, she pulled it tight, feeling the snap of a makeshift garrote.

She had moments before her opponent realized what had happened, and she leapt; legs wide, arms up, and prepared to slip the improvised weapon around a vulnerable throat.

No matter how large an opponent was, hiding without oxygen meant a quick defeat for anyone… As she descended, the creature turned, it’s claws raking through the air where it suspected she was lying in ambush. Although the Rex had misjudged the plane of her attack, its actions did throw her plan into disarray.

Originally, she had planned to come down on the back of their neck, sitting on their shoulders, the way a child getting a piggyback ride would. Now, her enemy was faced toward her, and she felt her crotch crash into their snout. She cursed herself mentally as she reached forward, hooking the vine around the back of their neck and quickly locking her ankles.

Extending her legs, she trapped her head in a punishing scissor hold as she worked to loop the vine forward and around. Less effective as strangulation, but it would certainly keep her in place

08:56 Angel_Varous: Angel's strike missed completely as she swung wide, and got a face full of jean-clad fox cunt.

The fox's weight wasn't really or truly the issue, it was more the fact her legs snapped like a steel trap around her neck and she could feel the fox working something else around her neck as well.

Even she knew that getting choked was a sure fire way to defeat larger opponents, the raptor bitch that had claimed her queenship for a few weeks had taught her that lesson and left the scars to prove it.

She would not let this uppity light weight coward cunt best her.

So even as she staggered she tensed her neck muscles for all they were worth. The thick cords of strength visibly bulging beneath her scales, she moved her hands to clamp on either side of the fox's thighs, digging her fingers into the taught muscle groups.

A small hope the pain from that would force her to release her hold, but the bitch had prove quite persistent in her fight even if she was a running cunt. So to add to it, the rex sniffed, scenting the jungle to one side, the salty sea air, and the unnatural rocky scent of the building. It was all muted greatly by the scent of sweaty fox muff but it gave her enough to tilt her body in the proper direction, even as she felt the pressure building in her skull, and the subtle pounding of her heart through her head.

She knew she had to move fast, and she did, rushing forward and slamming her upper body like she was trying to launch the fox off of her. She was locked in too tight of course, so if the bitch didn't release, it would hopefully send her back-first into the hardened wall of the lab. If that didn't force her to release the rex would go for a second slam, before whirling and dropping her full weight down and forward, aiming to crush the bitch beneath her weight while all but head butting her in the crotch with the force of her weight and gravity at her side.

09:12 Celice_LeChamp: It was like trying to strangle an oak tree.

The thick, well-trained muscle resisting for all that it was worth. But the fox had trained her legs relentlessly. They were the strongest part of her body, and it would seem that here, at least, one part of her was stronger than her target.

She succeeded in cinching the vine under their chin, arms pulling in opposite directions as she looked down into the hateful face, trapped between her legs. “Come on, slut… Fight is over… Time to go to Dino dreamland…“

She had this in the bag. Despite the intense pain in her thighs where the claws dug in, there was no way that she was letting go.

One of the most dangerous parts of a choke isn’t the lack of oxygen, it’s the blood flow that a true fighter interrupts with a properly applied move. Blood becomes trapped in the head, slowing and weakening an opponent. Their coordination begins to go in the moments before unconsciousness takes them. The sheer pain of their pulsing skull is enough to get some opponents to tap out long before the lack of air would take them. She was going to enjoy watching the light go out of this one’s eyes. Might even let her wake up only to apply it again and watch that helpless look before the eyes rolled back.

Between her legs, there was a snuffling sound. She laughed. “Oh my God… Are you actually sniffing my fucking crotch? I figured that you were a pervert with all that talk about mounting me, but I didn’t realize how bad it was. Don’t worry… You’ll get a taste when all this is over…”

Then, the large woman was moving in a staggering run that was comical given that she could not see where she was going. “ Gonna give me a pony ride? Giddyup girl!“ She laughed again. Then, she was suddenly jolted to a halt, her back and skull smacking on unforgiving concrete.

For a moment, her legs slackened… Then tensed again. She would not give up her prize. She would not allow defeat to be snatched from the jaws of victory. She would not… a second blow, harder than the first. Her skull struck the wall with a popping sound like a dropped bowling ball.

Her eyes rolled wildly as she fought to stay conscious and seated. But she was being turned, vertigo swimming in her head before the world tilted backwards violently. If it wasn’t for the soft, wet earth of the jungle, the fall would have broken her spine and left her utterly at her opponent's mercy.

As it was, she dropped free just before impact… Only to feel the thick, bony skull hammer between her hips, directly onto her abused abs. If the first hammer blow had cracked her, this one shattered her, her arms reaching down to cradle the aching, damaged muscle of her abdomen. She rolled to her side, groaning…. “Oh, you bitch… I think you popped a fucking ovary…”

09:23 Angel_Varous: As Angel hammered the final blow, she gasped as she took deep lungful of air as she too rolled to the side, gasping and shaking her head slowly.

She had felt the force of the blows rattle through her, and with that final strike her own skull was rattled. Bitch was tough, the rex was tougher.

So even as the bitch rolled and cradled her stomach, the rex forced herself to her knees. "Just, ah, means one more to go you sneaky cunty shit," she snarled while she crawled over to the bitch of a fennec fox.

Once there, she firmly grabbed her shoulder and forced her back onto her back. She was still mostly curled up, so the rex swung one leg over her, aiming to pin her down with her weight and bulk, and if her arms got trapped too, all the better.

"But first," she roared, her left hand planting itself over the fox's right pasty clad tit, while her right hand cocked back like a hammer.

"Shut your fucking mouth up you catty cunt," she snarled as she dropped a hammer blow right to the fox's kisser. Her fist cocking back again before she treated the fox's left tit like a piece of metal on an anvil. "I could have used my teeth, I could have used my claws, but yours weren't up to the fight," she roared, fist coming back again as she aimed once more for that face. "But you just hand to run, to be a coward, and now you pay the price," she bellowed, dropping her fist like a meteor towards her face once more, adding a slam with her tail between her legs for good measure to keep the cunt in place, while she took her apart.

09:34 Celice_LeChamp: As she was roughly turned onto her back, she let out a groaning snarl. The sound summed up her situation perfectly.

There was fight left in her. A whole world of it. But her body had its limits, and those limits had been tested sorely.

She swatted the hand away from her shoulder, preparing to scratch and claw if she had to to get back to her feet. Even that small dignity was denied to her when she was forcibly unfolded, and the heavy weight of her opponent came down squarely on her damaged midsection.

She hissed, trying to curl up, but finding herself unable to do so. She managed one last act of defiance before the first punch fell. Spitting, she saw the spatter hit their chest before the world went white, and a gong went off between her ears. Her head had been knocked to the side, and there was a brief moment of confusion before pain corrupted in her chest. Her tit was mashed brutally down into her ribs, and she let out a little scream as she struggled.

She barely registered the taunting that she received as her face was again struck to the side, a small arc of blood now spraying from her split lip. A harsh thump between her thighs, made her raise up again… Just in time to catch the oncoming haymaker that drove her skull to the ground. She lay there twitching, the world spinning. She was conscious, but barely. Her body twitched gently between the Rex‘s thighs. “Fuuuhhh yuuuuu…” the insult was almost instinctual.

The only weapon she had to attack the beast atop her.

09:42 Angel_Varous: "You tried," the rex snarled down at her, feeling the wet spittle drip off of her breast and down onto her nearly out cold opponent. "But you failed," she panted, balling her fist up once more, before driving it down hard again into the face before her. The impact rattling up her arm like a shot as she forced that head to practically bounce off the ground beneath it.

"If you come to my jungle," she snarled, sliding her hands to the bitch's tits, claws digging in with cruelty into her flesh, not to tear and rend but to hurt as she moved to hook both pasties at once. "You fight like an animal," she roared, ripping off the sticky coverings as she shifted her weight forward a bit, squashing the underswell of the fox's tits with her thighs, as she forcefully curled her tail till it could hook into those shorts and whatever undergarments she had. With a jerk, she straightened her tail, ripping her clothing free and violently bruising her waist with the motion of her action.

"You fight like a primal," she growled, hands sliding under the cunt as she ripped her jacket apart, leaving her in the bruised and sweaty flesh and fur. "And most of all," she growled, dropping her face down, as she shifted, and moved her hands to lock them up with the fox's own, keeping her trapped now with weight and bulk as she moved to force the fox's arms up above her head, squashing her smaller tits with her scaled mounds. "You accept what happens when you lose," she growled out, flashing her teeth before the fox's face as she worked to get the fox in the position she wanted her in.

09:52 Celice_LeChamp: The last blow sent her into a full-body convulsion, her already-swelling cheek acting like a perfect cushion for the tyrant's knuckles.

Everything spun and swam, and she could feel her body jerk and twitch as her misfiring brain sent random signals for attack and defense. It subsided after a moment, and she was just aware enough to feel her chest being viciously mauled.

A low sound of pain wormed up her throat as she fought to stay aware. She was aware of air brushing her bare nipples, and knew she was being stripped. It was the way such fights ended, she knew, but it still spurred an urge to keep going... to keep resisting. An urge that was almost literally crushed from her as her chest and lungs were compressed by the queen's full weight. She was being buried alive under her opponent a piece at a time.

Her legs kicked briefly as she felt warm sunlight on her now exposed cunt.

Her jacket, worn as an icon for her fans to recognize was reduced to tatters.

There was a brief moment of freedom when the pressure lessened, but when she tried to move her arms, they were quickly grasped, fingers interlocking almost like lovers as she was pinned to the ground. The scaled breasts that smothered her own were soft... surprisingly warm in the sun... she was dazed and let out a questioning sound. And then that face in front of her...

Snarling, she used the only thing she had. Bringing her battered, dizzy head forward in a jerk, she aimed a headbutt into that grinning snout. If there was any chance at escape at all, she had to take it. Desperate hope flared in her for a moment. One hand free... even one... anything...

10:03 Angel_Varous: The rex snarled as she got smashed in the face, not enough to do real damage, but it was enough to get her eyes watering with pain.

After all this bitch had put her through, and all she had put her through and still fighting. The rex wanted to smile, but she wasn't going to let this uppity little cunt have the satisfaction of knowing she had gotten the rex this riled up.

With a deep breath, she let loose an air shattering roar, point blank into the fox's face. Her fur visibly shaking in the rolling sound wave, and those massive ears had no where to go and had to take the sound like a bitch taking a cock with no lube. Raw and violently.

Even as the wall of sound rattled her, the rex forced her arms up high above her had, locking them together, before locking just one hand with them. Squeezing tight and digging her claws in deep to keep her restrained. With her free hand, she reached down as she used her leg to force one of the fox's legs to the side before she snagged her by the bruised thigh. With a grunt, she forced that leg up and up, and up, till she had her half folded. A quick arch of her tails and half hooked her ankle and pinned her leg in that position. She then moved her hand up, swapping the hand locking the fox's arms up and repeated the process till she had the fox bent in half, legs spread and cunt wide open and vulnerable.

"Ya lost, now you pay the price, show me you fuck better than you fight cunt, or I will break you in half," she snarled, finally letting the fox's arms go so snag both legs by the ankles as she rose to her knees, squatting before the beaten fox, as she lined up her larger, drooling snatch to that of the fox's smaller, tighter, and fuzzier cunt. Very much a great dane looking down at a Pomeranian with one mouth oozing and the other fluffy and bruised.

"I am going to fuck you into the dirt you cowardly cunt," she snarled, tensing her legs, even as the blood from her cuts dripped onto the fox's dirty fur before she hammer fucked her cunt forward, slamming her oozing lower lips to all but swallow the fox's own snatch in a hot wet sledge hammer blow. Making sure to rake her cunt from the base of her labia to the needy clit in its hood above, delivering an upper cut of sorts with her own hardened sex nub with all the force she had in a mimicry of her pounding of the fox's face from earlier.

10:24 Celice_LeChamp: As with every other act the Queen had performed in their battle, Celice found herself utterly overwhelmed.

Her body was smaller, and easily crushed by theirs. Her muscles less powerful, and overcome with only modest effort. And now, even the SOUND of her enemy was pouring into her, sending her ears ringing as if she was being filled with their anger and hatred for their beaten opponent.

She gritted her teeth, enduring as spit struck her face and lips.

Normally, she would have thrown out more insults and more jokes. Stunned, though, they hovered just out of reach as she felt her wrists compress brutally, her hands going numb from pressure. She gave a small jerk, but moved not a centimeter. Then, her leg was being lifted... Higher... Higher... until the muscles of her groin screamed in protest. She was flexible, but not to this degree. As the enforced split reached its brutal apex, a howl broke through her throat. She was stretched wide, body screaming along with her as she wondered if she was going to be torn in half... then, her arms were released, and she was being raised by her ankles... her head, neck and shoulders bent so she was looking up.

The rex towered above her, looking like a statue dedicated to the concept of female dominance. The act that followed was as brutal as it was carnal. When her hips dropped, the torn and aching muscle of Celice's thighs quivered at each impact. Still sore from the earlier assault, her pussy ached as they ground into her. For her part, Celice could do nothing but spread her arms, trying to lessen the impact as her aching neck and spine were bent with each drop.

12:36 Angel_Varous: With the smaller fox properly pinned and her sex fully consumed by the Rex’s own, Angel took what was hers.

Hips snapped in brutal and rapid succession, her cunt flexing and all but chewing on the fox’s own slit, while her clit violently raked up and down the fox’s sex. Each pull back, drug it down and through her lips, stretching and tugging on her vaginal slit before each brutal thrust upward sent her clit stabbing at the base of the fox’s own pleasure nub, beating it senseless with every strike.

Sweat, spittle, and blood dripped onto the fox, as each thrust forced it to spray off the Dino’s shimmering scales with every brutal pounding. Her breasts heaved with every thrust, and the force of transfer sent the fox’s own tits rolling on her chest. “Fuck me back you pathetic fluffy coward,” the rex roared down at her, “squeeze your cunt, push back, make me feel you or are you so weak you can’t even fuck whore,” she snarled down.

With growing frustration the rex shifted and moved, sliding her cunt wetly over the fox’s own, smearing her potent womanly scent all over the fox till she lined her aching clit with the fox’s own smaller love button, before violently and tyrannically crushing them together, forcing each tender nub to clash violently together harder and harder till finally she felt the fox’s little button all but invert. Crushed back into her clit hood as the Rex threw her head back and roared in triumph. Her sex having fully devoured the fox’s own while her clit was bullying and pinning the fox’s own deep in its home. Claiming her in totality as the pressure and friction sent sparks of thrill up her spine and back down to detonate like an explosion with every bone straining thrust.

13:16 Celice_LeChamp: With each upward slam of the Queen's hips, and Celice could no longer think of her as anything BUT the Queen, she let out a sharp bark of discomfort.

The rex's body was hard where hers was soft, and the brutal frotting of their sexes proved the tyrant's superiority on yet another stage. Each drag of scale on skin felt like it was meant to tease her, and each hammering of their clit against her own was a punishment for taking pleasure in defeat. It sent shockwaves through her body as her hips began to ache in their sockets. She heard the demand and remembered the original threat... if she failed this too, the consequences would be severe.

She began to rock, trying to push up against their grinding hips. It only succeeded in straining her back further and more verbal abuse. It was is if her own efforts were barely noticed compared to the strength of the conquering lizard. Then, she shifted, and began to press downward.

It was like being crushed under a truck.

She could feel her anatomy surrendering, sending confusing, buzzing signals of pleasure and pain through her most sensitive areas as their bodies acted out a metaphor for the fight. Hers, weak and soft. Beaten into retreat. Nearly hiding like a fox in its hole. The winner's strong. Solid. Oppressing and crushing her down.

Another roar assaulted her ears and she began to panic as the new position slammed her down even harder. Pain flared in her spine with every push. "Please... please... my back... my BACK... It can't..." She was reduced to a yelping bitch as her legs shook, the pleasure finally winning out. A small stream of her juices escaping to dribble down into her own gasping face.

14:18 Angel_Varous: The Rex snarled. Feeling the weakness of this little firecracker beneath her.

Her body strained contorted and twisted now as her sex was brutally mauled by the Rex’s own. The small, delicate-when-compared-to-the-rest-of-her scales grinding into the tender flower of the fox had to feel like sandy grit. That combined with the debris they were covered in and what some might see as soft kisses between womanly folds was more akin to grinding two sets of sand paper against one another.

Angel just had the harsher grit.

The full retreat of the fox’s womanly core and the way it quivered and shook before giving its release had the rex snarling in annoyance, though the bitch had at least put up a descent grind back, even if only for a few seconds.

“Your back, no you cocky little shit, it is my back now, and I will do with it as I please,” she growled.

Rising up, she took some pressure off the fox’s spine, but quickly walked forward with the new angle, slowly but surely rolling the fox from her back, to nearly on her head, before bending her backwards to pin her front hslf on the ground while she stood over her. With a grunt she removed the near vacuum suction she had on her cunt, leaving the fluffy thing sore, red, and brutalized before she turned quickly, holding the fox’s legs still and remounting her with their cunts now faced opposite directions. She slapped back her dominant slit and began to pound, adding more weight, more force, and more torque to that spine with every thrust sending the fox from almost a C shape in her spine’s bend, working closer and closer to an L. Just in the opposite way she might be used to.

Finally, as she felt her own orgasm racing towards her, she gave one final victorious thrust, crushing the fox’s surrendering sex with her own, throwing her head to the sky and announcing her victory in a dominant roar of the tyrant queen.

The sound only challenged by the sickening crack that came from the fox’s spine just above her tail.

11:07 Celice_LeChamp: Celice had sobbed with relief as her compressed vertebrae were offered a moment of relief.

"Thank you... oh god thank you... I..." Her self-debasement was cut short by the sudden twist of the reptiles ups as she took a step forward, rolling her almost the way one of her descendants would death-roll prey trapped in their jaws.

She cried out as she was now placed face down in the dirt, her spine arched in the opposite direction. The brief feel of open air on her braided sex was like a kiss, which made the sudden application of the queen's to hers all the more painful. She choked out a little sound... "Please... please don't..."

Request denied.

Soon, the now familiar sensation of being mounted by her better resumed, but worse now. With INTENT. Before, she had wondered if the rex's threat to 'mount her like a male' had been a euphemism, but it was no empty threat... It was clear that the queen was done playing, and it was time for her to render her final judgement over the fox. She had been weighed... and found wanting. As a fighter and as a woman, she was inferior. In a world for a strong, there were only two kinds of being... the powerful, and the broken.

With each drop of their hips, she screamed, over 250 pounds suddenly added to her hips as they dropped their full weight onto the fox, practically lifting their feet to balance on her at times. No relief. No mercy. "I GIVE! I GIVE! PLEASE! I'M GOING TO..." The roar drowned her out. The sound of her back, and the hideous sensation of something inside her shifting... tearing... altering in a way that meant she would never be as much as she once was... these things drove the final scream from her. Not a woman's cry of pain. The kind of scream a child makes. The sound of a being encountering a pain that they cannot comprehend, and which eclipses all other experiences... It scaled up... then down, dying in a hoarse, choking noise. That, at least, outlasted the roar, allowing the victor to savor the sound of her victory.

11:37 Angel_Varous: Angel let her roar echo, long, loud, and proud.

She was the tyrant queen. The bitch of battle. The terror of the island and this fox’s worst fucking nightmare.

With a final grunt, she released the fox and let her flop to the ground, face down, belly and breasts in the dirt, but her legs pussy and ass still up, now folded over her like she had been a folding chair. With a nod and a grunt, she reached down, snagging the fox by her tail and jerked her along, dragging her back into the lab now and not really caring as her tits and stomach were drug through the grit of the ground and the near sand paper quality and texture of the lab floor. She might have even purposefully drug her through some of the broken glass from the tank she had knocked over. The fox’s only saving grace was there was no pain from just above her tail down.

There was nothing really.

Though within five minutes or dragging the rex dumped her body in another room of the complex, one that looked to be the early stage clone room.

With little care, the rex kicked her in the side, rolling her over onto her back, before she turned to walk away, going to one of the tanks and removing the lid. Gathering up the green slime and slowly rubbing it all over her own body. If the fox bothered to pay attention she would see the cuts and bruises of the Dino starting to close almost instantly.

This was the final gift of the island to the queen. A way to heal after any fight, and a way to keep her position even after the most brutal of battles. Gathering up a handful of the green slime, she moved back and rudely sat herself upon the fox’s chest, grabbing her by the ears as she jerked her head up and shook her till she was sure the fox was awake and listening.

“To begin with,” she said, dropping her head she roughly bit into one of the fox’s ear’s, her sharp fangs slicing neatly into her flesh, and leaving a half oval of piercings along the thin fluffy ear but not quite biting a chunk free of it. “You belong to me now, Cunt,” she snarled, making a swallowing motion as the blood from the bite rolled over her tongue and down her throat. “You even taste like shit fucking warm blood coward. But second, how did you get to this island, and how did you plan to leave,” she snarled, glaring at the fox for several seconds, before shaking her head.

“Too slow,” she growled before jerking the fox’s muzzle right into her sex, shoving her nose first into her dominant clit while roughly and rudely grinding her sex into her face. Forcing her to eat to breathe.

10:21 Celice_LeChamp: With her final scream beginning to fade on her lips, her consciousness went with it, as if her spirit was exiting her body along with that pitiful noise.

From there, she had a snapshot of impressions, like viewing the world through a kaleidoscope of pain and sensation. The taste of dirt as her face rested on the forest floor. The agony in her body that began at her head, flared menacingly in her lower back, and then, terrifyingly, became a blank numbness below that point. Worse pain and sunlight above, drawing a sickening groan from her as she felt as if she was being torn in two, something pulling her along the forest floor. Then, darkness for a while.

Until...

Another explosion of white-hot agony. Something on her chest, crushing her lungs and igniting the agony of her ruined spine once again.

All she could manage was a squeaking cry as she was shaken crudely by a fistful of her hair, eyes welling with tears. As she was bitten into, her body modified yet further for the Rex's pleasure, it barely registered compared to what had already been done.

"My... back... my back... I can't... I can't feel..." She was in shock.

In any other world, she would be taken to a hospital. Allowed to rest. What could be done for her body would be done, and she might stand a chance at standing again.

This was not that world.

Her dazed, desperate whimpers were cut short as she was smothered, the very air denied to her as she fought to move her arms and fend off this latest attack. She had been broken. But she still wanted to live.

14:19 Angel_Varous: The Rex snarled down at the fox wildly flailing.

At least their arms were flailing.

Legs and tail were still limp noodles for all the world cared even as the fox struggled to breathe through the crushing weight of the female dino and the wet hungry snatch shoved in the fox’s little muzzle. The hot breaths and sputtering did feel nice, but she wanted more from this slut beyond this pathetic oral attention.

So with a jerk she hauled her head back, only lightly bouncing it on the hard floor of the lab before she snarled down at her again. “How did you come to this island, and how were you planning on leaving,” she growled out dangerously, but she did slowly curl her tail up over her back, sipping the tip into the goo covering her hand before arching it back, and shoving it under the fox’s midsection. That tiny bit was far from what was needed to fix her back, but that little touch was enough to get the nerves starting to reconnect. Sticking themselves back together and sending a numb feeling through her mind rather than the nothingness that was there.

“Answer me and I’ll add more,” she growled softly even as she tightened her hold on the fox’s head fur. “Keep being useless and I'll treat that muzzle of yours as a dildo to snap in half in my snatch, understood you little cunty coward,” she growled out dangerously.

14:26 Celice_LeChamp: Worthless.

That was the main word for how she felt.

She’d been beaten worse than at any point in her life. She felt like she was in tatters, inside and out, and it still wasn’t enough. She was too weak for her pain to satisfy the dominant monster. She wasn’t adequate enough to make her cum. Her only worth, and possibility of survival, was in the information she could offer.

“BOAT! S’a BOAT! God… god… it was a boat…” she babbled the words even as something rubbed along the shattered glass she called a spine. Suddenly her legs weren’t numb. A shooting, electric sensation of pins and needles, like television static for her body. “I’ll tell… I’ll tell… six days… it’ll be back in six days…”

She felt one leg jerk slightly. Involuntary, but she felt it…

14:42 Angel_Varous: “Six days,” she growled softly, rising up off the fox, though as she turned to step away, she did purposefully step directly on the fox’s breast. The one she hadn’t flattened with her punch earlier. The way the small mound of womanly flesh deformed and pancaked under her weight was delightful. The hardened nipple slicing along her scaled foot, and the sweaty dusty imprint she made on the fox’s chest was a clear marking of her superiority.

With a smirk, she moved a few feet away, flopping down onto her ass as she idly spread the gel over the last few aches and pains she had, making sure the fox could clearly see the goo take effect and stitch her back together, if slowly.

“In six days I and a few of my fellow beasts will be taking this boat, you may or may not be on it with us you bratty cunt, till then I will see if I can train you properly as a cunt lapper. For every orgasm you manage to give me, I’ll smear a bit more of this gel on you. You will need a lot to fix your back. But for every orgasm I manage to wring out of your pathetic flesh, I’ll break another bone,” she said with a vicious smirk.

“Now, crawl and show me how badly you want your legs back cunt,” she snarled softly, spreading her own legs wide, showing off the paler gray scales and the now fat and engorged lips of her sex as it visibly clenched and snapped like a drooling pit bull maw. “Actually try this time instead of gagging and sputtering, and I am generous. I’ll give you a hint, I am not afraid of teeth,” she said with a smirk, slapping her tail to the ground with an echoing boom.

“Now get to it cunt, before I get bored.”

14:56 Celice_LeChamp: The words sank into her ears as she heard what she had confessed roll off of the queen‘s tongue.

Six days.

If she survived at all, she would have to survive for six days.

She had been under their thumb for less than an hour, and already she was beyond being merely humbled. She’d been destroyed. Not only that, but that destruction was an ongoing process, she realized, as her bruised breast was crushed beneath a heel, bringing another sob from her lips. As she clutched it her chest, she watched them continue her education. That substance… It was why her legs felt anything at all instead of icy emptiness.

In that moment, she would’ve done anything for a chance to have a little more.

If this was the price of being able to walk again, she would gladly pay it. Celice rolled onto her chest with painful slowness, dragging herself, hand over hand toward the open thighs. Mauled as she had been, and forced to rely entirely upon her upper body, it took her nearly a minute until the snatch was in front of her face.

While the anatomy was familiar, it was also primitive… Like an artist's rough sketch of what a cunt should be before they decided to soften things up a bit. No wonder her pussy had felt like it was being beaten senseless. Not wanting to waste any more time, she shoved her face against it, letting her drag along the slit as she pushed in deep. She let her lips pause on the heavy, protuberant clit at the top.

It was so much bigger than hers… Almost like a cock… She wrapped her lips around it and began to suck, trying to pull as much of it into her mouth as she could while she teased with her tongue. This wasn’t her first time with a woman, and she knew what others liked… Hopefully that would apply here.

21:34 Angel_Varous: Angel let a sinister and amused grin play across her face as she watched the broken fox slowly and painfully drag herself across the ground, knowing how much the grit and debris covering the floor had to be hurting her as she struggled.

Yet when she finally came face to face with the Rex’s cunt it was clear this was the prototype of what a fuck hole was meant to be. Still scaled even as it slipped into the hole, it lacked some of the natural softness that modern vaginas had, while the flexing gripping lips seemed built to fight as well as fuck. Given the brutality displayed so far it wasn’t hard to puzzle out that sex between these prehistoric beasts was violent beyond what most would want to endure. Even as she sucked and nuzzled till she found the clit, it was harder, lightly scaled and quivering almost angrily at her. Yet the Rex merely watched her, waiting, her sex oozing potent and heady ooze that almost burned the fox’s tongue a bit like pineapple juice would.

Even as she licked and lapped, Angel didn’t seem to really respond so much as more modern women would. Not that it didn’t feel pleasurable. Yet it lacked.

The Rex gave her a moment, then two, waiting till the fox had her whole clit in her maw before she finally snarled, reaching down and grabbing the fox’s muzzle in her hand.

“I told you, teeth," She snarled, squeezing Celice’s muzzle in her grip, forcing those sharp little fangs into her hardened clit, making it visibly pulse and quiver as a new deluge of her nectar flooded out. Her toes curling slightly as she gave a heady moan. “So you can make it spark,” she growled, giving another hard squeeze to the fox’s muzzle before planting one leg over her shoulder, the size difference allowing her to plant her foot right on the fox’s ass, flicking some of the goo onto her back with her other hand, and now rubbing it into her ass, a little more feeling but very much a sharper sensation of the pain.

“That was free cunt, don’t make me give you another lesson,” she snarled, settling back as she reached for her own breast and violently squeezed it in her grip as she looked down at the fox with a predator’s gaze.

21:55 Celice_LeChamp: While a moment ago, she had been a broken animal eager to please to avoid another beating, the forced example relit some of the fading spark of her spirit.

Even as the knitting nerve endings caused the pain to flare even worse than before, and as she felt that foot land on her, pressing her into the ground where the tyrant cunt thought she belonged, she glared angrily back. Snarling, she took the advice… And went beyond.

She didn’t just try to pleasure the scaled sex in front of her anymore, she attacked it. Snorkeling, her teeth, took a hold of one lip and bit, dragging them along the sensitive surface before she repeated on the opposite side. There was nothing tender about her actions now. This was, in her eyes, the closest she would get to revenge. And whether it brought pleasure or not was almost incidental… She got to bite. She got to spit. She got to treat the throbbing sex in front of her the way she wished she could treat the rest of the bitch that had ruined her. Finally, she raised her lips to that throbbing bitch button and, as before she drew it in. But this time she bit, cranking her jaws shut and shaking her head like a dog worrying prey. A growl escaped her as she did, filled with hatred for her enemy. If this was all she could do, she’d try to make at least SOME pain sink through.

22:07 Angel_Varous: The Rex moaned finally, not of pain but that deep pleasure when you hit just the right spot on a woman.

Her flesh was tough as leather and the fox had to work hard with her jaw as she chewed and gnawed. Too long of this and her mouth would be sore but after a few minutes of her deep gnawing and vicious oral, she got more than the thick burning rex honey and a small metallic taste of copper hit her tongue as a few beads of crimson welled up from some of the crushed scales. All the while the rex was moaning, louder, hotter, and her chest heaved as she basked in the rough treatment and the mixture of pain and pleasure that rolled through her body.

“That’s it,” she growled, moaning hotter, squeezing her tit tighter, drawing blood from her own claws.

“You might fuck like a Dino yet,” she praised the fox, “even if you are a cunty coward,” she snarled, suddenly shifting, rolling over and fully sitting on the fox’s face, grinding hard into her muzzle, forcing her to eat harder to breath, while she finally aided the fox in a different way as she reached down, spreading her sex wider with her fingers and letting her bite and gnaw in deeper st the softer bits of her flesh. Even going so far as to press her own clawed thumb into her clit, crushing the hard leathery nub nearly flat as she began to slightly pierce it with her claw. Her head rolling back, tongue flopping out of her tooth filled maw as she took a long deep breath as she felt the tip of the mountain approaching and with a vicious twist of her claw to really dig it in, she collapsed off the cliff, her head tossed back fully as she utterly bellowed her bliss with an ear shattering roar.

22:17 Celice_LeChamp: The taste of blood sent her into a frenzy.

She wanted more of her enemy. Wanted them to bleed. Wanted them to scream.

Every moment she spent focusing on torturing that brutish mound was a moment she didn’t have to think about her own aching spine and feeble legs.

When she was turned and rolled under, full weight, coming down on her face, it felt as if her jaw would break, but that wasn’t enough to stop her. I still locking on her enemies face, her fangs worked until more crimson made it past her lips, turning the accurate taste of Dino pussy into something palatable. Even while her face was written into the hard floor, she tried to find other ways to do a little more damage.

Her fist came up, arching into their lower back, a kidney shot that would prove disabling if she was at full strength and fighting something less than a Titan. Her claws scrambled on rockhard abs, managing to part a few scales here and there…

22:29 Angel_Varous: The Rex continued to roll with the punches so to speak, her sex clenching like a rabid dog on a bone as she rolled through her orgasm.

Her body tingling and shaking, even as the little cunt beneath her added a sharp shot to her kidney, and a few deep scratches to her abs. So the little shit still had fight. That was good. So with a grunt she gave a final flex of her mauling cunt, clamping down hard as her sex bit the fox biting it back. The groan and moan she gave almost loud enough to muffle the tiny cracking sounds from the fox’s muzzle as her sex spread hairline fractures through her jaw.

“That was one, and I am a queen of my word,” she growled, rising up off the fox, ignoring the dripping hot blood from her sex, even while her sex oozed out the thick honey of her orgasm. With a grunt, she staggered out of the room, leaving the fox to herself for a moment before returning. Her had again slick with the fluid. With little care she kicked the fox over onto her stomach and smeared the goo across her belly.

“That should get you to hobbling at least,” she growled, standing and wiping the remaining goo across her sex to recover from the fox’s gnawing.

“As for a full recovery,” she turned, stepping away from the fox with a smirk. “I drained the rest of the goo, it refills slowly, just enough so that by the time your boat arrives you should be at perhaps 50 percent,” she said with a chuckle. Her eyes narrowing as she looked back at the fox.

“Too weak to be a threat to me, if you were planning on slitting my throat in my sleep. And far to weak to handle most of the other cunts on this island,” she said with a laugh. “So, get you bitch ass up and into my nest, I am going to pick that brain of yours while teaching you how to fuck properly. Not this tender love making you warm bloods enjoy. Sex is as much violence as it is pleasure. Time to remind you how that feels,” she said with a laugh as she stalked out.

She had plans for this fox for the week.

22:45 Celice_LeChamp: Her face felt broken and swollen.

Even in a contest of tooth and claw, the weakest part of her tormentor was stronger than the strongest part of her own body. She lay there on her back, stewing in her own hate as the saurian victor stocked away. As promised, the treatment began to work on her. Not enough to do more than hobble like an old, enfeebled woman.

Still, her legs bent.

Her face knit slightly, though even a moderate blow would be enough to open the fractures again. When she was able to, she stood and began her crippled shuffle towards the nest as she had been directed. As it was, she was easy prey. Any attempted escape was stupid, she knew. For now, she would play the game. She’d let the Bitch have her way with her. Heal her by increments while doing more damage to make sure that it never quite took. She would wait, and watch. She would find a weakness. And then, When they least expected it… She’d have her revenge. Smirking inwardly, she plotted her next moves.

23:00 Angel_Varous: The next several days would quickly blend into what some might consider a nightmare.

Others a wild wet dream. For Celice it was her reality.

The Rex was as good as her word. Giving the little fluff a new dose of the healing gel every day at dawn, helping to soothe and heal her aches, pains, and damage slowly. The fox could tell very quickly that the amount she was being given would have healed her fully in just a day or two in all truth. If the rex wasn’t giving her a proper education in saurian love making. Between the hours long tribbing sessions, where her sex was rubbed raw, her clit boxed into oblivion and her lips left cracked and bleeding, to the seemingly endless oral she was forced to perform on the rex. Often given additional lessons via grabs to apply more pressure to the bites, or the very aggressive yanks to haul her up to the Rex’s lips for proper biting, sucking, and tongue lashing instructions performed on the fox’s muzzle before being forced back down to the Rex’s cunt.

Added to that the rex showed her proper fingering and fisting, stretching the poor fox’s holes and treating her like a puppet before expecting her to return the favor.

By far the worse was the tit to tit grinds. The red hoisting the fox up so they were equal so to speak, giving her enough purchase on her thighs for her legs to work her tits tighter and tighter, slamming their chests together c forcing nipples to gouge and stab, while doing the maximum damage to the other woman’s chest.

Then the more “tender” times as they settled in to sleep while they locked lips, more biting than kissing each other till their maws were wet with blood and spittle. Beyond that there was the trades of blows to the groin, to toughen up the fox’s sex and teach the fox how to properly hammer a dino cunt. Yet while the rex had been true to her word to provide the healing, she also followed through, snapping a bone here and there as she literally beat orgasms out of the fox’s flesh over and over again.

Yet the fox wasn’t the only one learning. Angel was grilling her all the time about the world beyond the island. Places, people, and most of all this other island the fox knew of. A place the red was certain she would be well at home. So by the time the day of departure had come, there was little the Dino didn’t know about the fox’s body. But the fox also knew a great deal about the Rex’s own body. And by extension other Dino’s as well. They had spent nearly a week locked together in the most brutal sex that the fox had probably ever experienced. A true lesbian orgy of violence and pleasure that would shatter most minds.

Even as the Dino climbed onto the boat, having taken care of the few crew that had bothered to resist and been dealt with by the queen tyrant and the dozen other Dino’s that were going with them off the island. She turned, smirking at the fox as she leaned against the railing of the boat and idly tossed a heavy container about the size of a two liter bottle to the fox filled with the gel.

“That should fix you up fully, but don’t get any bright ideas. Even if you handle me, there is a dozen other cunts ready to tear you apart on this boat now,” she said with a chuckle.

“I am sure you must seethe with a need to get revenge, well I look forward to it, you came to be a pretty good fuck toy by the end, even if you are still a cowardly cunt of a fighter,” she snarled. “So meet me on the island you told me about and show me what you can really do now,” she taunted. “Or get ruined again, I can make the other ear match the one I marked.” She chuckled roughly. “But it is going to be a long voyage, and I am a bit bored,” she said, turning and heading off deeper into the ship for one of the cabins. “Join me if you like once you are put together. You might make me cum first for once,” she taunted, leaving the fox with an image of her retreating back and ass, tail swaying with confidence as she prepared to start the new leg of her journey and head to her new home.

07:45 Celice_LeChamp: As she was left on the deck to heal herself and choose her own fate for the journey, Celice was forced to reflect upon the last week.

She wasn’t sure anymore whether it had been heaven or hell. Maybe both. Maybe something completely different that no one had ever bothered to name.

In the Rex‘s “nest“ she had learned new limits for her own body, been brutally pushed past them, and then found the new limits tested again.

Day after day and night after night, she had been forced to give pleasure until her own body erupted in pain. Then, her own pleasure had been rewarded with agony until the two could not be separated in her mind. Sometimes an arm. Sometimes ribs. Sometimes her face.

Twice more her spine had been broken, and there would be days in the coming months and years when she would awake in terror, convinced that her legs were not working.

She had been dragged by her hair and thrown at the feet of their companions, an example of how easily the outside world could be conquered by their kind.

Sometimes, they had demanded a sample, and the creature she had come to know “Angel“ had obliged. Every lesson that had been beaten into her, was put to the test by beasts that had even less interest in keeping her alive, but each of them had roundly agreed when she been tossed back… Celice was weak, and her kind could be conquered easily.

The worst had come the previous night on the beach. A bonfire had been raised, and she had been thrown to the wolves. Every part of her used and abused like an effigy being burned.

When the boat had arrived, she had been kneeling, Angel’s foot planted on her shoulder.

She had said and done nothing when the crew had been slaughtered. Some had been left on the island, fleeing into the trees. She suspected that they would enjoy their new lives as much as she had enjoyed the last six days.

She opened the bottle and began to apply it to the teeth marks, claw scratches, and the aching gash between her legs.

As her skin began to knit together, and she felt her old strength returning, she pushed herself onto her feet. She would find her own place aboard the ship. If Angel wanted her, Angel would have to find her.

And when she did, the Fox would be happy to put all of her newfound knowledge to use.

She had accepted that she was lesser than the other in so many ways… But that didn’t mean that she always would be. If anything, she had learned persistence, perseverance, and her endurance was now far greater than it had been.

It was ironic, she thought as she slipped into the hatchway.

The scientist who had created Angel had forged the weapon of their own destruction. And now, Angel had made the same mistake.

It was only a matter of time.

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