FWF: Fur Will Fly!

Celice_LeChamp: The sun blazed above, and Celise could feel what little clothing she wore sticking to her body, slick with sweat. She had come here seeking the so called 'guardian of the plains', but so far all she had found was boiling heat, insects, and, somewhat mercifully, a small sound of trickling water from up ahead. Her own supply had been exhausted hours ago, and her ears drooped as she wandered closer across the sand-colored grasses. A figure was stooped by the water, and as she drew near, she shouted to be heard above the stream. "Hey! You! Is that safe to drink!"

Safira: Safira straightened up as she heard a voice ringing out from behind her, turning to reveal her impressive height and curvaceous form. She caught sight of the fox...a fennec fox approaching after a closer sight, her eyes taking in the sight of the gray fur. A playful grin spread across her muzzle. "Well, aren't you a vision in this heat?~ Yes, this water's pure." She shouts back before going back to a normal voice after the fox comes closer. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned against a nearby tree, crossing her arms under her chest to lift them further while a noticeable bulge was in her hot pants. "This water is very much drinkable, you don't have to worry about it and can drink to your heart's content. It's my job to make sure the water remains like that~"

Safira:

Celice_LeChamp: In the sweltering heat, it took a moment for Celice to understand that the tall, lean figure unfolding was not a mirage. It looked almost like something conjured from her imagination. They were at least seven feet tall, nearly twice her height, and had an almost ethereal grace when they moved. She was so intensely focused upon them that she momentarily forgot her thirst as the pieces of the puzzle came together for her. The fox's throat swallowed convulsively with a dry click. "You... You're the 'guardian'?" She puffed up to her full height, other concerns completely obliterated.

Safira: The giraffe chuckles softly at the fox's reaction, her amusement evident in the playful glint in her gaze that now measures up the small fox. Safira stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and extended a hand towards Celice. "Indeed, I am~ Safira the guardian of this tranquil waterplace." She introduced herself formally yet playfully, a sly smirk playing on her lips as she watched Celice closely. Her body language was confident but not threatening yet..., more like that of a carefree adventurer than a guardian right now. The way her fur rippled slightly with subtle movements only added to her exotic charm, and her musky yet sweet scent filled the air, telling that she was outside for a long time.

Celice_LeChamp: Celice, already exhausted from her travels, couldn't help but feel she was already fighting an uphill battle... almost literally. She'd been told that the guardian was a ferocious fighter, and while the fox had been expecting someone taller than herself, as most of her opponents were, she hadn't been counting on a... giantess. Still, she was undaunted. So what if her opponent was taller than her... the bigger they were, the harder they fell, and that just meant this long-necked skank was going to go down HARD. Squaring her shoulders and balancing her weight between her feet, not quite dropping into a fighting stance, Celice cautiously took a step or two toward the water. "I'm here to challenge you... but first? I think I'm going to need a quick swallow..." The sound of the gentle water was summoning what little spit she had left, and she was almost panting at the thought of cold water sliding down her throat.

Safira: Watching as Celice approached her, her emerald eyes flicked all over the lithe form of the fox. As Celice mentioned needing to drink, Safira tilted her head slightly and nodded understandingly. "Of course, you can quench your thirst here." She gestured towards the water with a graceful movement of her arm, her muscles rippling subtly beneath her spotted golden fur. Her playful grin was replaced by a more intense expression. "About this challenge...Are you sure you are prepared, little fox?" Her tone was casual, but having a slight edge of warning crept into it.

Celice_LeChamp: At the apparent assurance that she wouldn't be attacked while she was trying to see to her body's needs, she quickly turned to the water, dropping to all fours. She cupped some of the crystal clear liquid in a palm and swallowed, feeling it cut a trail down her dry throat all the way to her stomach. She almost shivered in relief. Then, she heard Safira's question, and the fur along her back bristled. It was exactly that kind of insulting, haughty attitude that she'd travelled all this way to dispel. For her size and inexperience, she was always ridiculed and looked down upon. Out here, she was going to put an end to that once and for all. "Hmph. Bigger question is whether you're prepared. I'm ready to kick your ass ANY time, long legs." She scooped another mouthful, talking a long drink.

Safira: Chuckling at the feisty words of the fox, her tail swishing lazily behind her while she leans back on the nearby tree. "Is that so? Then I suppose we're about to find out who's the better fighter, hmm?~" She responds in kind, her voice smooth, almost silky, some would call it. While carrying a note of confidence, but also a hint of excitement. "But do remember, little fox, challenges come with consequences~ So are you still willing to carry on with it?" With one final glance at Celice, she straightens up, a daring grin spreading across her muzzle as she readies herself for whatever was about to come.

Celice_LeChamp: Finally feeling as if she can stand without turning into a column of dust herself, Celice eased herself to her feat, dropping into a fighter's stance and popping her knuckles. "The only consequence for fighting you is getting too much of you blood in your pretty stream. Now knock it off with the intimidation!" She fired a flurry of punches into the air, a blur that could barely be seen, almost like a wave of heat on the horizon. "Put em up and get fighting!" Her back leg straightened, launching her toward Safira, granting her a boost in height as her forward leg launched out, looking to put a dent in the bigger woman's abs. She meant to double her over from the start, and cut her down to the same size as the 'little fox' that she seemed so confident she could defeat.

Safira: The emerald eyes follow every move with keen interest while Safira watches Celice approach. A swiftness that belied the size of the fox "Oh! I like your spirit, little fox!~" She calls out, her voice echoing across the Savannah. She raised her arms in an X and blocks the kick, but it sents her sliding back with grooves in the dirt appearing as she grinds over the ground, and then pushed the fox back as she pushed her arms forward, sending the fox flying back again. Once both are standing again, the looming body of the guardian begins to move slowly first with a fluid grace that was both hypnotic and intimidating. "Now then, let's see how well you can handle a real challenge!" She says before she sends into a rush, arm pulled back, ready to deliver a punch to the chest of the fox.

Celice_LeChamp: Celice was stunned that her first blow, telegraphed though it was, had failed to do more than drive Safira back more than a few feet. It was obvious that this was going to be a greater challenge than she had initially expected. She staggered slightly as she landed, glaring daggers at the giraffe. "A real challenger?" She snarled. "I'd say not to make me laugh, but I'm already doing it!" The punch streaked through the air, and Celice was barely able to turn her body to the side, letting it whistle past. As it did, she gripped the wrist and yanked, extending a leg toward Safira's face, looking to snap that head aside on its long neck. With their size difference, her entire body was the length of that arm, but that just meant it would be a perfect blow.

Safira: The sudden tug on her wrist makes Safira let out a surprised grunt as she takes a step backwards to mitigate the yank but then she notices the leg, which soon enough impacts with her head. Another low grunt escaped her as she stumbled back, but instead of falling, she regained her balance, her emerald eyes flashing with determination. She straightens up, shaking off any hint of uncertainty. "Mmm~ Looks like you're not as helpless as you look," She comments with a chuckle, her tail wagging behind her excitedly. "But remember, even the fiercest lioness can be brought down by a well-placed move~" With that said, she springs into action, lunges forward, aiming to wrap her strong arms around Celice's waist in a powerfully tight hold.

Celice_LeChamp: Celice, with her smaller size, was at a disadvantage in both striking and grappling. In a striking match, she didn't have the limb length to reach her opponent before she was, herself, struck. In a grappling match, her diminutive size would mean that she had less physical strength and leverage. Her only real advantage in battles was when she sat comfortably between the two ranges; closer than where her opponent could summon the appropriate amount of torque for a devastating blow, and far enough away that she couldn't simply be grabbed and crushed. "Go fight a lion, then... Not a FOX!" As Safira closed for the bearhug, Celice once again launched herself forward, aiming an uppercut at the bigger woman's chin, hoping to end the fight in a single, brain-bruising punch. There was a serious risk though... If the blow failed to knock them back, or end the fight, it would put Celice within those powerful, encircling arms...

Safira: Feeling the sudden surge of energy, Safira grunts softly as she brings one of her hands up to block the incoming uppercut and redirect it into her body instead letting her larger frame absorb the impact of the uppercut. Meanwhile, she steps forward with a step, closing the last bit of gap between them and then letting her arms snap shut around Celice like a spring lock. Should the fox not manage to escape in time "Not bad, little fox… But don't forget who you're dealing with~"

Celice_LeChamp: Celice had miscalculated her opponent's speed, assuming that the gangling, elegant grace with which she moved meant that it was slow. It did not. It simply meant that, because there was a lot of her, she had to move carefully. As her punch struck Safira in the chest, her eyes went wide and she tried to step back, out of range, but with arms that long it would take a miracle... one that failed to materialize. She felt their forearms wrap around her lower back, locking her in place like an iron bar, and she hissed in irritation more than pain. Shit. This was NOT a good place for her to be in any sense of the word. "Yeah... some bitch that doesn't like people pissing in the water." Celice jerked her skull forward then, looking to try and stun Safira with a headbutt, possibly freeing herself should it be enough to loosen their grip.

Safira: Sensing the sudden jerking motion, the emralde eyes narrow at the attempt to headbutt her. But rather than reacting defensively and leaning away with her long neck, she uses the energy of the headbutt against the fox, leaning into the motion and using it to increase the pressure of her tight bear hug. So that at one moment, Celice finds herself being squeezed hard, the firm breasts being crushed together between their bodies. The next, Safira is using the momentum to perform a German suplex. Letting herself fall backwards just before the head connects. Lifting her prey high up into the air above her head, and then trying to send her crashing down into the dirt ground.

Celice_LeChamp: Celice saw the sudden dodge, the giraffe's long neck aiding in the evasion and carrying her head out of length. As the fox reassessed her options, she felt something strange. The world was tilting forward... had the giraffe overbalanced? Was she toppling backwards? No. The realization of what was happening came too late for Celice, and her eyes went wide and startled as she was carred up... over... And headfirst into the ground. A massive white flashbulb went off in her head, and her body stiffened completely, going rigid as though she were a pole to be planted in the ground. Everything faded out for a moment, and when it phased back in, she was laying on her back. Rolling to all fours, she looked to see what her opponent had done in the brief moment of unconsciousness, whether they had gotten back to their feet, or were still recovering from the dangerous move...

Safira: Safira's eyes gleamed with a little mix of pride and satisfaction as she watched the fox crash into the ground. Seeing the momentary lapse of consciousness, she knew it was the opening she needed. Without too much delay, she quickly changed her grip, and tackled forward, aiming to wrap her long legs around the small, lithe form of Celice and bring the fox into a sissor hold. This would be made into a very intimate position by a grab onto one of the breasts and squeezing it, not leaving much room for modesty, as the giraffe would effectively trap the fox between her inner thighs.

Celice_LeChamp: Celice saw a yellow and brown blur moving towards her, and tried to roll away, but her brain was still stunned, communicating poorly with the rest of her body. The vixen ducked one shoulder, her arm lowering to intercept one oncoming thigh before she felt then clamp down. Like this, one of her arms WAS pinned… but it also gave her leverage to try and pry those muscular thighs open, and stopped them from compressing her lungs as easily as they might have otherwise. Still, the pressure caused her to yelp in surprise and pain… She snarled, clawing upward, trying to catch Safira’s face with the sharp nails, only to be surprised yet again as she felt one of her modest breasts suddenly squeezed. “Hey! What the hell are you doing?!?!?” She squirmed, looking to fight for a release.

Safira: Feeling the squirming and resistance, Safira chuckles lowly, her emerald eyes flashing with devilishly. "Just enjoying the view, little fox~" She informs, as she continues to keep an iron grip around the smaller woman, even as Celice tries to wiggle her way out of the hold. Safira shifts her weight slightly, trying to applying more pressure on Celice's trapped body, hoping to cause a choked gasp to escape the fox's lips. "And... oh.. seems like you're enjoying it too~" She comments, her voice dripping with tease, as she gives Celice's breast a firm knead, relishing in the sensation of the soft flesh under her grasp. But the continued dogging of scratching towards her face and wiggling begins to pay off, and should the fox manage to stop the griaffe adding more pressure, she very much could break out

Celice_LeChamp: When Safira clamped down, the fox felt as if she was being crushed like a tin can, and a wheezing, strangled sound left her. It was a humiliating, weak noise, and she hated herself for making it. Trying with all of her might, Celice fought to open her arms and pry the giraffe's legs open. suddenly, there was enough of a gap for her to slide forward, and she slithered out of the crushing grasp, launching a kick into the giraffe's belly as she tried to struggle back to her feet. She could see that this wasn't going to be an easy fight, but it was still far from over. "Shut up... Only thing... I'm gonna enjoy... is making you eat your own teeth..."

Safira: The sudden shift in pressure as Celice wriggled out of her grasp, Safira released a soft grunt of surprise. A beat later, however, she feels the sudden kick to her belly and lets out a loud AHAHH! sound, as her body arches a bit from the impact. A hand goes to rub at the spot where she got kicked, muttering under her breath. Before then pushing herself up to a standing position once more, she raises an eyebrow at the threat Celice hurled at her. "Is that so?" She questions, her voice teasing and taunting, before she charges forward. As soon as the little fox comes into striking range, there come a few punches flying toward her face and a sneak hook to her breasts before then aiming to tackle Celice down once more in an effort to pin her back down for another round of intimate wrestling when she would manage to get up close and personal again.

Celice_LeChamp: Safira's reach was incredible. One moment, Celice was several feet away, and the next long limbs were hurling a series of fists toward her. The first caught her by surprise, a hook that sent a spray of spit into the dust. She dodged the next several, feeling unsteady on her feet... Then yelped as another shot caught her in her breast, still tender from the giraffe's earlier attentions. Another takedown attempt, but this time, Celice was ready. Falling to her back, she brought her legs up, wrapping them around the giraffe's neck and clamping down, looking to squeeze the air out of her opponent if possible. If she failed, this could go very bad, very quickly.

Safira: Safira grunts as she feels the sudden pressure around her neck. The sudden weight on it even managed to make her topple over, which probably wasn't intended from the fox as the giraffe begins crushing the fox below as her body makes contact with the ground "Fuck… Celice…" She chokes out, struggling to breathe under the pressure of the fox's legs. She knows she can't hold on for too long and needs to find a way to escape before her oxygen supply runs dangerously low. The giraffe begins to punch at the midsection of the fox aiming to break free with some punches and hooks into it.

Celice_LeChamp: As always, her size is her downfall. Even with the perfectly executed maneuver, the giraffe falling forward folds her practically in half, spine bending painfully. As she’s crushed down. Still, she fights to maintain the hold, snarling into the giraffes face as she endures. “Guardian? First thing I’m gonna do is dump you face down in your own…” She’s interrupted as the beating begins. The air leaves her lungs almost instantly as fists slam into her signs, her already compressed chest, losing the few puffs of oxygen she was using to taunt her opponent. Her legs begin to weaken and tremble. If Safira can hang on for even a full minute, the fox will be forced to release her or pass out herself.

Safira: Feeling the weakening of the hold, Safira's eyes burn with fire as she fights against the desperate grip of the fox. Her hands continue to pound away at the fox's midsection in an attempt to break free from the vice-like grip around her neck. Each punch is delivered with a fierce, primal growl that vibrates through her chest. The immense pressure on her windpipe forces her not to panic and keep her head clear as best as she cans, knowing that she'll lose if her mind begins to panic. At the thirty-second mark, she finally starts to feel the grip loosening... just a little bit more, she thinks to herself. Deciding to use her height for an advantage, she pushes upwards, trying to smack the nimble fox once more down into the ground and with it to break the hold on her neck, which threatens to knock her unconscious if it goes on for any longer.

Celice_LeChamp: Celice felt woozy, her mind fogging from the lack of air entering her lungs combined with the continuous effort of keeping the hold locked in. Soon, her body began to soften, unable to keep the muscles tense as a shield against the blows that slowly began to sink into her midsection. Her eyes rolled back as she clamped harder… harder… then, she felt herself raised into the air… she was flying… and then, Safira returned her to the earth. The nearly seven foot drop, assisted by Safira’s full weight, was an absolutely punishing move on her smaller body, her legs springing open as she wheezed. One hand curled under her, her back arching as she felt her spine creak… the other flailed at Safira’ trying to claw her cheek to buy even an instant to recover…

Safira: "Almost… had me there, little fox~" She pants heavily, her breathing ragged and a bit pained after the near-strangling. But very much being relieved to finally be able to breathe again, she quickly shifts her gaze back to the vulnerable fox lying sprawled out on the ground, back arching off the ground. With a swift motion after taking about 2 deep breaths, Safira reaches out with her long arms, trying to grab and latch tightly onto one or both of Celice's ears, and then pulling it roughly towards. Not wanting to give the fox too much of time to recover, also a gut wrenching uppercut would wait and greet the gray fox with enough force to maybe send her flying upwards, even if it lands with full energy.

Celice_LeChamp: Celice cried out, trying to roll to her feet, but her walk through the Savannah had left her drained, and the fight was quickly robbing her of whatever strength she had left. Cocky as always, she had come brimming with confidence… and this time, it hadn’t been justified. She let out another yelp as her sensitive ears were gripped in a fist, and yanked, her eyes rolling back in her head as the fist crashed into her belly. She felt every organ compress, and a thin stream of bile pour into her throat as her stomach took the worst of it. Not just a punch though, a scooping blow that sent her hundred pounds skyward, leaving her hanging for a moment above the giraffe as physics sought to reclaim her.

Safira: The weight of the smaller woman in her grasp, Safira lets out a triumphant roar as she sees Celice being sent upwards into the air. Safira doesn't wait too long before making her own leap into the air, aiming to meet the smaller figure halfway through her rushing back down toward the ground. Their bodies collide in midair and begin to tangle while they begin to both fall downwards. "Game over, little fox!" She says planting a cheeky kiss on the fox's lips if she can. Only a few moments later, Safira's arms try to wrap around the smaller form, wanting to pull the fox as close as she can and aiming to crush the wind out of her with a tight squeeze.

Celice_LeChamp: Celice, winded and aching, and trying to brace for the inevitable impact of her fall, was almost a ragdoll as Safira leapt up to meet her, looking to once again use her superior size to turn the fox into a victim of physics. The arms around her ribs were like a vice robbing her of air and grinding against her already sore back. Nonetheless, she wasn’t done… reaching out and wrapping her hands around Safira’s head, she shoved forward, hoping to land with the giraffe’s head underneath, turning her greatest asset into a weakness.

Safira: Safira feels the unexpected shove, and groans as she feels her head being driven downwards. She tries to steady herself and fight against the arms, but ultimately fails to fully prevent her head from connecting with the ground with a loud thud. The impact, though lessened, causes a bolt of pain still to shoot through her skull, and her vision blurs momentarily. Safira's arms let go of Celice body but she doesn't go down easily, and her long legs try to wrap around Celice, pulling her close as she attempts to shift their position in order to deliver a crushing hip check and a way to pin the the small girl under her "Nghh… still… not… over!~" Her words are strained, panting from the pain and exertion and her head ringing from the landing. But there's undeniable defiance in her tone. And should she get enough time, she would try to fight her way onto the fox.

Celice_LeChamp: This was swiftly transitioning from a duel of skilled fighters to a down, and dirty catfight as both fighters began to reach the edge of their endurance. Celice was weak. Worn down. A guttering candle on the verge of going out. Safira had taken blows to the head and neck that would have left a lesser fighter crippled. When Safira’s legs clamped around Celice’s aching ribs and damaged belly, she fought to tense her body, fighting to ride out the scissors. She took deep, even breaths as the thighs closed like a velvet clamp. She fired a punch into the giraffe’s belly, then two even as she was rolled. “Damn… right it’s… not…”

Safira: The guardian grunts loudly as she feels Celice's fist hitting her belly and abs. The giraffe tries to tense her own body, steeling her abs for the follow-up punches, but the fatigue is showing and the punches still take out some air from the giant. She's having trouble maintaining the vice-grip on Celice, her legs slowly loosening despite her desperate efforts. Feeling the need to change things up, Safira decides to let go of her grip around Celice's body. And using the momentum, she tries to get the fox's belly down onto the ground in an attempt to pin the smaller woman down. She pants heavily, her voice filled with exertion. As she tries to get the fox into a boston crab and work that lithe body even more.

Celice_LeChamp: All she has left are her fists. The blows from the ground have weakened her, and her lower body feels weak and too sluggish to support her. One final squeeze around her sides and she drops, only to find the giraffe no longer under her. Redirected, she tries to push herself up, only to feel Safira’s backside come down firmly on her abused spine. She yips as the air is again forced from her, and tired she tries to kick her legs free as they are lifted up and folded, her spine arching… arching… reaching its limit as her ankles are tucked under Safira’s arms. She hisses, clawing at the dust and dirt as she is relentlessly folded backward. “FUCK!”

Safira: Safira's heart races from exhaustion and the energy she manages to put into the hold as she hears Celice's profanities and struggles. She can tell that the fox is tired and the guardian is in the same state but is determined to finish this with a victory. "Submission time, little fox!~" She commands, her tone dripping with satisfaction and dominance that she can muster. She keeps her hold tight, listening for any sign of surrender from the battered vixen that would ring out if at all. Before teasing the fox a bit by bringing one arm below to the hidden away mound and adding pressure there too with some hard rubs and trying to create an intoxicating mix between pain and pleasure.

Celice_LeChamp: She fought to raise her legs and kick out of the hold, knowing it was likely hopeless. She was half Safira’s size, and down here there was little she could do but suffer, and occasionally fire a pinch backward into the giraffe’s thigh. And suffer she did. Every lean back milked another drop of agony from her back, and felt like it steamrolled air from her lungs until she was making ugly gurgling noises with each inhalation. As if that wasn’t enough, she felt something prodding between her legs and knew that her enemy wasn’t going to be content with just submission…  She snarled, wheezing. “Stp… geh… geh OFF…” She feebly bucked, succeeding only in tiring herself further. She didn’t know if she could hold on, but damned if she’d break…

Safira: The emerald eyes gleam with a what can be described only as a twisted mix of sadism and dominance as she listens to Celice's feeble pleas and snarls. She can tell the little fox is nearing her breaking point, but Safira understands that Celice isn't ready...just yet to submit and pushes herself further and continues struggling. Giving a playful swat to the fox's tail before shifting her weight slightly back, aiming to apply more pressure onto Celice's torso and thighs, while also trying to find a good grip on the clothes and rip them away "Come on, little fox... tap out..." She teases, her voice low and sultry, as she tries to maintain her grip on Celice's legs, waiting for the moment she might hear those three little words signaling her victory.

Celice_LeChamp: “HAHH!!! HAHHHH! HAHH!” Each breath became a gasping scream as the giraffe’s tailbone dug into her, her body finding new limits with each centimeter the hold was cranked. She trembled in pain as her legs shook uncontrollably, and she could only vaguely feel the fabric of her jean shorts tear as a series of vicious tugs exposed her sex to the hot African air…

Celice_LeChamp: ”AhhhAahhhAHHHHH!” Finally her voice catches in her throat as her eyes fill with tears. Her back. She’s breaking her back. There is only one choice. Defeat, or a permanent end to her career at the hands of the other woman… “igiveup” the words are gasped. Almost inaudible. She can hardly believe herself saying them.

Safira: That gasp... it's all Safira needs to hear. The Victory is sweet, especially when it comes after such a brutal and intense struggle. Though hearing Celice's defeated whisper sends a little thrill of triumph coursing through her veins. But to the dismay of the fox, she doesn't rush to release her hold. Instead, Safira chooses to maintain the hold for just a few more painful seconds, to make sure there's no doubt in Celice's mind about who won. But then finally, she begins to ease up on the hold, letting the hips sink back down and the legs fall back down to the earth. Standing up and turning around, she grabs Celice tightly by her long fennec ears and raises her off the ground until they are face to face. Giving a grin before capturing the lips in a kiss, and combined with a playful punch into the abs of the fox as a little reminder of her victory. "Looks like game over, little fox~" She says as she looks at her panting a bit.

Celice_LeChamp: She is almost ready to scream her defeat at the top of her lungs, but then, mercifully, the pressure abates. One hand reaches behind her and she presses her wrist to her back, legs twitching as if to try and let her crawl away. Then, she is gripped by the ears, and winces, gripping Safira’s wrist as she’s hauled aloft, panting and unable to do more than keep her own weight from damaging her ears. The punch sends her swaying, and knocks a moan into the soft, waiting mouth of the giraffe. When Safira speaks, she is finally free enough to speak… “Game… over… just let me go… you win…” she feels miserable. Hot, busted up, and half-dead of thirst. She doesn’t care how much the giraffe wants to gloat. To her mind, the fight is over and done.

Safira: The grin remains on Safira's face as she takes in Celice's words. Yet, her hand still maintains a firm grip on the fox's ears, not releasing her yet. Her other hand grinds its way into the belly "Oh, I plan to enjoy my victory a little bit more, little fox~" She purrs softly, before leaning in and saying in a low, teasing tone. "You came seeking victory but look at were you are now~ In my grasp, ready to be toyed with~ And I think I just thought of something that will let you forget it just a little bit~" Each sentence is accentuated with another punch, making the fox swing right back into the next one each time. "The oasis here will now make you bear the next few guardians~"

Celice_LeChamp: The punches landed solid, and her arms, still supporting her weight, could do nothing to stop them as she swayed like a heavy back. Each landed squarely between her hips, digging through muscle as though they were aimed at… her womb? At the last sentence, her eyes opened wide and she began to kick, panicking a little… “Stop… you can’t… it was just a sparring match!” It had to be a joke. Yeah, the stakes had been high, but even though she participated in matches where the stakes were life and death, this was the first where her bloodline was as being named as the prize.

Safira: At the sight of Celice kicking, Safira chuckles, shaking her head as she adjusts her hold slightly, ensuring that the fox's struggles don't result in either her escaping or her kicks landing at her body. She doesn't reply to the words of Celice immediately, letting the silence stretch between them for a few moments, before finally speaking up with a low, sultry tone. "Oh, little fox~ You really think this was just a sparring match?" Her voice holds a teasing lilt to it as she grinds her fist into Celice's lower belly once more for emphasis. "Now, be a good little fox and accept your fate. The upcoming guardians will surely appreciate your submission~ " There is a hint of something playful and dangerous lurking within her voice as she looks down at Celice. Looking up and down on the dangling body and seeing that Celice's shorts have become torn and partially removed during their fight, Safira lets her hand caress over the belly and pulls the remaining part of the fabric aside, exposing the vixen's sex completely to the hot African air. Safira then reaches out, her fingers tracing gently along the fox's moist folds. "Now, let's see how you handle this, little fox~" Safira purrs, as she slowly brings her hand down onto Celice's clit, pressing down firmly.

Celice_LeChamp: She can’t help but groan as her bruised belly twitches as the knuckles sink deeper… as if the giraffe is looking to soften her body up for the seeds about to be planted. Her mind desperately thinks of the calendar on her phone that keeps track of very important dates. She looked this morning and today… today is a VERY bad day for this. “I can’t… YOU can’t… please, I’ll… I’ll suck you off if you want, and I won’t even complain, just please…” As her tattered shorts are removed fully, hot air caressing bare skin, she tries to clamp her knees together, as Safira’s hand explores. “You can’t… you can’t…” the words grow weak as the fingers press her sensitive nub, a whine escaping her.

Safira: As Celice begs and pleads, Safira's smirk grows wider, relishing in her power over the fox. She watches as Celice tries to clamp her knees together, but Safira's hand moves faster, skillfully avoiding the small barrier as it makes its way to Celice's wet heat. "Such cute little pleads, my dear~" She purrs, her fingers continuing to tease the sensitive bud between the fox's legs before descending lower, parting the slick folds of Celice's pussy. "But begging for mercy won't help you now, little fox~ Your only chance is to accept your fate and to enjoy it." Safira's voice is a low, seductive whisper as she brings the fox down and letting finally go there from the ears but before Celice could even think about escaping, she finds herself getting put into a spladle hold with her mound exposed for any onlookers and her legs getting spread wide apart as the nimble fingers dance over it.

Celice_LeChamp: !roll d12
Roll the dice... ☒ 11

Celice_LeChamp: (Oh fuck…

Safira: (What are you rolling for?)

Celice_LeChamp: (The size of your potential prize… foxes can have up to 12 kits in a litter…

Safira: (You lucky gal huh~

Celice_LeChamp: (Still gotta do the deed…

Celice_LeChamp: Her body betrayed as badly as her ego had. With every stroke of those firm yet gentle fingers, the Fox felt her anatomy respond in the way that countless generations of her kind had when they were about to be bred. When they were in heat, and their body craved Motherhood. She continued to protest, lowering one hand to try and swat them away before she humiliated herself any further. But, that was pointless. A moment later, she was released and fell, staggering before she was taken down yet. Her hips cracked audibly as they were forced wide, the joints straining as she was put on display to the world. A sound that was half frustrated growl and half sob escaped her as she was pinned wide and felt the caressing fingers return… “Not like that… please not there… I… I don’t want to…” the giraffe knew what she was doing, and already Celice felt herself twitch as she was gently molested by the winner.

Safira: Despite quite clear Celice's protests, Safira's smirk doesn't waver, if anything at all it grows broader as she sees the vixen's body betraying her. She revels in the sounds coming from Celice, the frustration and desperation in them only serving to fuel her excitement. As she continues to run her fingers over Celice's exposed sex, the pace quickens slightly, drawing small circles around the swollen nub. "Oh, little fox…" Safira coos, her voice dripping with barely concealed lust as she gazes down upon Celice, the sight of the fox's exposed sex making her own arousal clear. "Your words may protest, but we both know... deep down… you carve for this." Her touches grow firmer, more insistent as she brings her fingers to Celice's entrance, slowly pushing them inside the fox's quivering heat. "And soon, your mind will catch up with your body, and you'll be begging for more~" With each thrust, she lets her finger sink in deeper, stretching out Celice's cunt as she works to prepare the fox for what is to come.

Celice_LeChamp: Has the hold tightened, her body practically a toy in Safira’s grip, Celice’s focus shifted slowly from her discomfort. Against her will, she became more and more aware of the muscular, yet soft body that had become her cage… her prison. Along her left shoulder, breasts cushioned her back. On her right… something heavy, thick as her wrist, and with odd protuberances around the crown was growing. She could smell the giraffe’s excitement, and she tried to pull her head away. At the same time, the fingers sped up… the cooing voice in her ear calling her ‘little fox’ grew more husky and aroused… “Ah! AH! nononoNoNoNONO!” Her begging dissolved into a broken cry of pleasure as she felt her walls clench around the fingers like a greedy mouth, a splatter of wetness painting the ground between her stretched legs. Her head swam with the unwanted orgasm… “please… please… please stop… I can’t…”

Safira: With a deep, husky growl of pleasure, Safira watches as her fingers bring the vixens juices splatter coating and marking the ground already, the fox's body shaking with the force of the unexpected climax. She revels in the sight, the feeling of Celice's heat clenching around her fingers almost if it wants them to go even deeper. Yet, even as she watches the fox gasping and pleading, Safira is far from finished. "Just a taste, little fox~ The wetter you are the easier it will be later~" She purrs, withdrawing her fingers with a squelching sound, before bringing them to her lips and sucking them clean, her tongue swirling over each digit in a slow, deliberate motion that leaves no trace of the fox's essence on them. "Your body surrendered before your mind could even follow, didn't it, cutie?~" She asks, her voice dripping with a dangerous mix of amusement and predatory desire as she continues to hold Celice in place, and begins to finger fuck the vixen with two fingers thrusting in and out curling to seeking out the little sweet spot.

Celice_LeChamp: She’s sobbing openly now, the humiliation cracking her pride like a sledgehammer beating down a concrete wall. “Shut UP! FUCK yoy! I don’t WANT it!” She struggled again, succeeding only in rocking gently in the deep, secure hold. She spat the words with as much force as she could muster with her legs still shaking… and they shook even more as Safira plunged back in, widening her further… Celice let out a sobbing moan as she twitched again, breath catching and hitching in her chest. Her enforced lover knew what she was doing, the two fingers finding the slightly ridged flesh of her G-spot and pressing JUST so… another gush escaped her as she thrashed. She’d give anything for even the simple dignity of being able to close her legs, but it seemed that dignity was the first prize she would be awarding Safira today.

Safira: The sight of Celice crying and writhing only serves to fuel the guardian's desire. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she continues to finger fuck the vixen, her movements becoming more forceful and harder with each passing moment burying the fingers as deep as possiable in the wet tunnel. The feeling of the tight walls clenching around her fingers just makes her wanting to speed up her pace even further, thrusting her fingers in and out of Celice's soaking cunny. "Mmm, Someone is a little gusher huh?~ Just imagining how nice it will feel when my cock is filling you up instead of just my fingers~" She purrs, her voice dripping with predatory lust as she leans in, bringing her mouth dangerously close to Celice's neck and then...chomps on it not too hard but not too soft either. With that, Safira pushes her fingers in one last time, curling them up against Celice's G-spot before suddenly pulling them out, leaving the fox gasping and panting, slick juices flowing down. "Well I do hope you are ready for it~ Because now...We will make the next genaration~"

Celice_LeChamp: To say that she came several times from the fingers inside of her would be a lie. In truth, she never stopped. Her mind was laid blank with a continuous, long- running orgasm that never seemed to stop as she twitched in Safira’s grip. She let out squeaks and occasionally tried to break free in her frustration, only to have her toes curl again. When she was bitten, another heavy gush of pleasure soaked Safira’s hand. She was done. Exhausted and beaten from the fight, and further broken down from the forced orgasms that had left her a mess. She could only whimper at the mention of what came next.

Safira: With a devilish grin as she transitions from fingering Celice to lifting her up. Grabbing the ears, she pulls her upright, holding her stead before ripping her own shorts off, letting her stiff blue meat finally out of its prison. With a grin, she lets her hands wander down the lithe body of the vixen, turning her around before then pulling her up into a full nelson hold. With Celice's legs firmly bent over her head and secured in place. Safira brings her thick, throbbing shaft towards Celice's slick, soaked entrance. She gives the fox a teasing wink. "Ready or not, here we go, sweetheart~" Without any further warning, Safira presses the tip of her length against the entrance and then applies pressure, letting it work its way deep inside Celice's welcoming warmth, filling her up completely as she begins to thrust in and out at a steady pace.

Celice_LeChamp: When she was released, her arms and legs, long since numb, dropped to the ground with a puff of dust. She could barely lift them. She let an almost childlike whine out as her sensitive ears were once again used for leverage her exhausted, sweat-soaked body hanging limply, no longer able to resist. When she saw the heavy blue cock emerge, she placed her hands on Safira’s chest. “I can’t… it’s too much… it won’t…” She shook her head. Today had seen her fantasies about her skills ripped away. Her dignity ground beneath Safira’s foot. And now, her inadequacy as a cock sleeve was heaped atop all the other humiliations. “No… no… please…” she continued to beg as she was rearranged, her entire body easily maneuvered with their differences in scale. She felt the hands lock behind her head, her arms and legs forced once again to spread to their maximum limits… and then she was slowly forced down, howling as inch after inches was fed relentlessly into her straining cunt. And worst, it felt good… so good that she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

Safira: Safira lets out a long, satisfied growl as she finally sinks her length into the tight, welcoming heat of Celice's cunt. The velvety walls squeezed tightly around her member as if they were made to hold her there. With each thrust, her barbs rub against the inner walls scraping their way with each pull back. "Mmm… That's it, little fox~ Let it stretch you open... let it fill you up..." She purrs, her voice dripping with lust and dominance as she begins to set a rhythm, thrusting in and out with a steady pace that gradually builds in intensity. Her hands continue to hold Celice firmly in place, ensuring that she is unable to escape the pleasure that is being forced upon her. And soon enough the entire cock is in the fox, the tip pounding away on the inner gate to her most sacred place while the knot pushes and slams against her folds, threatening to spread them almost brutally open should it slip in.

Celice_LeChamp: The cock was what was called, in some circles, a ‘bitch breaker’. The idea was absurd; a shaft so thick, textured and of such length that having it forced into them could turn even the most resistant of lovers into a drooling fuckpet. And yet, as it seated itself in her fully, head pressing just enough to cause an uncomfortable pressure against her cervix, she knew that the term applied. She was raised then dropped again and again… slowly at first. She could feel those barbs around the blue head doing something to her, as if they were gently encouraging her body to respond. She shuddered, snatch leaking heavily to coat the knot and balls that hung below… another betrayal. The slickness would only serve to make entrance easier for the fist-size knot, and once lodged in, there would be no escape. “I don’t,.. wanna be a mom… you can pull out… I’ll do anything…”

Safira: Letting out a hearty laugh at Celice's plea, her hands tightening their hold on the fox's head as she continues to move her hips in a steady rhythm, driving her cock deeper and deeper into Celice each time while spreading the legs of the fox just a tad bit wider apart giving her another kind of stretching feeling also. "Oh hun, why would I ever want to pull out?~" She purrs, her voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and lust as she increases the pace of her thrusts further. The tip becoming like a little battering ram as it punchs against the cervix just as how the guardian did outside before with her fist "This is about making the next generation… not just a quick fuck~" She replies, her voice echoing with a primal hunger as she continues to thrust into Celice mercilessly, the thick knot battering against the fox's sensitive folds already starting to stretch them wider as it begins to slightly push inside. "And I assure you, little fox~ Every single drop of cum that will fill up your womb will make a perfect little guardian..." She murmurs softly, each word punctuated by the sound of her thrusting cock, as she works to achieve her ultimate goal to claim the vixen's fertility for herself~ The balls and knot begin to shine as the become coated in the leaking jucies while a drops of pre begin to coat the cervix and slip into womb even. Soon there will be no turning back the balls already churning to release their contents into the vixen.

Celice_LeChamp: And there it was. The plain and simple truth. A fighter had come out here. A scrappy, headstrong young warrior with a head full of dreams and a future full of promise. A chance to be the best, they thought, and to climb to the top of the ranks. But now, all of that was being wiped away with every thrust. Her dreams and purpose taken, shattered, and reformed to the will of one greater than herself. A fighter had walked into this oasis. A broodmare would leave. She no longer protested. She knew that no words would stop this as she was bounced harder, each drop forcing her lower lips to accept the fat knot, almost the way her mind had been forced into accepting her place. She had been softened in spirit, in soul, and even in body- her ovaries working overtime to aid her enemy and assure her ruin. She could feel those heavy balls tensing… her own body preparing to send her over the edge one more time… She came down on the knot again, but this time she was not raised up… forced down instead… *pop* She howled as her fate was sealed, her body moving from pleasure to pain and back again as the fat breeding tool’s head aligned perfectly to drown her eggs. She came. Hopelessly and helplessly. She could feel the bulge as a tide of foal-making seed surged past her tight entrance, and came yet harder…

Safira: Feeling the distinct pop as Celice takes the knot inside her, now getting pulled along with each thrust with the knot nicely lodged inside. "That's it~ Surrender to your fate, little fox~" She purrs half moans, as she feels the familiar build-up starting in the pit of her stomach. Knowing that she is so close to fulfilling her desire, she increases the pace of her thrusts, her cock driving into Celice like a piston with each movement. "Yes… yes… just like that…" Safira moans, her breath hitching slightly as she reaches her peak, feeling the familiar surge of heat build up in her. The seed bulges the cock slightly and then with a final, powerful thrust, Safira releases her load. "Fuck yes!" She cries out loudly, her voice echoing throughout the entire oasis as her thick, sticky seed spurts out and begins to fill Celice up completely, flooding her insides with her potent breeding essence. Her cock throbs and pulses inside the vixen's welcoming womb, the knot sealing any seed from running out, leaving only one way for it to go, which is deeper inside the fox, claiming the fertility for herself as the little swimmers begin to hunt for the precious eggs.

Celice_LeChamp: Celice felt it happen. A flood of cum drowning her eggs in a tide. She knew there was no chance… no escape… the giraffe’s seed would be as competitive as she was. Her eggs as unable to resist as she had been. Deep inside her, her violation would play out again and again on a microscopic scale as she served Safira’s purposes. She twitched, her orgasm fading slightly as she collapsed. She could feel her belly swelling a little as not even a single drop escaped her. She whimpered and moaned, trying to turn her head from where she felt the giraffe’s hot breath, looking away. Still held aloft, she was a trophy on display. A beaten, bred challenger who had learned her place. Beneath Safira.

Safira: Safira savors the sensation of her seed filling and claiming Celice's fertile womb, Each one off the precious eggs getting put into its one tight hold as they coil around them bullying them into submission before taking them. Holding the trembling vixen in place, she gazes down at her prize with satisfaction. "There you go, my little fox~ You're filled to the brim with my cum. And very soon, you will start to grow the future guardians inside of you~" She purrs, her voice dripping with pride and triumph as she continues to hold Celice in the full nelson hold, not showing any signs of releasing her yet. Instead, she starts stroking the vixen's hair tenderly, treating her more like a cherished pet rather than as a defeated rival. "Don't worry, darling~ They will be well taken care of… just like you will be~" She murmurs softly, her touch gentle and comforting despite the harsh reality of their situation. Then realsing the hold but leaving the vixen impaled on the thick cock as she starts walking. "I do hope you don't mind but I will have to take a little patrole now around the shore~" She states but clear not waiting for any reply as she continues to walk, letting the vixen bounce on the cock and stir the seed around.

Celice_LeChamp: Defeated in every sense, Celice moaned as they walked. Later, when the knot deflated, she was shocked at how little of Safira's spunk drained from her. It had made a home there, it seemed. For the next three days, she begged and pleaded for a chance to take a contraceptive, while there was still time. Every day, she found herself strapped with her arms tied behind Safira's neck, her ankles behind the giraffes back; worn like an accessory on the frequent patrols of her territory, and just as frequently stuffed with another load of womb-conquering seed as not. Eventually, when her breasts and belly began to swell, and it was clear that the inevitable had happened, she quieted further. Maybe after the ordeal was done, the warrior who had thought the world would be hers would rise again. Maybe not. Only time would tell.