Celice_LeChamp:
Walking down the street at night, Celice enjoyed the cool sea breeze ruffling her fur. Although the neon lights were blazing up and down the street, she was alone- the recent rain driving everyone else inside. Everyone but the small figure she saw in front of her. They were almost as tall as she was, wearing a hoodie, and she could see some very distinct ears poking up… “Hey, lil fox. Don’t see many of us around here.”
Fenix:
The young fox was perched on a crate beneath a window overlooking the arena inside. She was certain she was alone, just long enough to sneak a peek inside. Her heart ached to participate in the matches, but the admins never let her. Something about her size, or whatever. She'd tried her luck too many times, often enough that she was now officially banned from the establishment. If only she could sneak in… maybe pose as a fighter, snag a ticket, or whatever she needed to get past the guards.. Normally, she would’ve heard the footsteps from a mile away. Her hearing was perfect, but it looks like it was too tuned for the heavy footfalls of larger mammals. Not for the pitter-patter of this unexpected fella. No surprise, really. She wasn't often greeted by her own kind. It was kind of nice for a change—not having to crane her neck to look someone in the eyes. Well, she was on a crate but.. she wasn't that much taller than her. She hopped off it and looked her over, and she immediately blushed. The fellow fennec wasn't wearing much. Not that she had to hide anything. She was rather good-looking... but still, wasn't she cold? Fenix was used to the warmer climates, as was her own kind. She must have been living in the city for a while. Suddenly she realized she wasn't saying anything; in fact, she was staring at her body like some creep. "Uhmm, h-hi! Sorry! I know that I shouldn't be her..." She stopped herself for a moment. The fellow fennec probably did not know about her ban. "I was just… checking out the ring! Cool stuff!" She said, forcing a smile. God, this was awkward. She felt like she was just caught stealing from a cookie jar.
Celice_LeChamp:
She cocked her head, ears, assuming a posture that would easily read as amused confusion to any of her own kind. It was strange… Almost a unique language shared among fennec foxes and no one else. With the range of expressions they could convey, entire conversations were possible without a single word crossing between the participants. Two things were easy to confirm from their brief exchange. First, that the anxious fox-shaped creature beneath the heavy fabric of the hoodie WAS, in fact female. Second, that there was something off about them being here that they were attempting to conceal. She approached cautiously, and nonthreateningly. Although she was known for her sharp tongue, brutal taunts, and cruel victories, it was hard not to have a soft spot for her own kind. She didn’t seem much older than the girl, but they gave off an aura of innocence and inexperience that gave her a surge of protective instinct. “Hey… hey… it’s ok. You aren’t in any trouble.” She frowned. “Why are you out here and not in there? If you don’t have a ticket…” She shrugged, letting the idea that she might be able to help somehow linger in the night air. She wondered if they’d recognize her as a competitor, or if they truly were new to this in every sense.
Fenix:
"Well… I, uh… I'm just waiting for my ticket. That's it. Yep, just waiting for the ticket, that is all." The other fennec spoke with an accent different from hers. Definitely a city fox, Fenix thought. She noticed the way the stranger's ears tilted, subtly shifting into a more skeptical position. Fenix groaned inwardly. Ah, hell. She was a terrible liar, and she knew it. Still, she didn’t feel like she was in trouble. If she were, the other fen would’ve already called the admins or told her to piss off like all the others who’d caught her sneaking around. She sighed, bracing herself for the laughter. Not that she couldn’t take it.. it just got annoying. But hearing it from another fennec... that might actually sting. “They told me I was too short and too light to compete,” she muttered. “Yeah.” She winced, angling her face so her hood could hide the anger flashing in her eyes. But she looked back up and continued, unable to hold it in. “Which is a load of crap, if you ask me! I mean, I’m a known.. well, almost known fighter. I’ve got certificates in wrestling and kickboxing. Sure, my record’s not the best, but it’s not terrible either. They could let me in, but nooo. Something about safety. Like I haven’t fought opponents twice my size and WON! Like I haven’t survived beatdowns before and..” She stopped herself abruptly, jaw tightening. She wasn’t the type to lose her temper. She always found a way to get into a proper match somewhere, even if it meant hopping from underground pit to back-alley ring. And besides, this other fennec didn’t need to hear her rant. She probably didn’t care anyway. Fenix drew a breath, forcing her heartbeat to settle. “Yeah… sorry,” she said, more calmly this time. “Dunno what got into me.” She offered a smile, a genuine one at that. “What’s your name?” As she awaited her answer, she kind of regretted not telling her the whole truth. She had a certificate, but it wasn't one that someone couldn't just get outright for participating. Plus, she had only 5 fights before and won only 2 of them. It wasn't great by any means, but she wasn't that bad! She just needed a chance. Which was hard if the club didn't let her fight again. It's not like her latest match was that bad. Alright, it was bad, she was carried out while being unconscious. BUT.. that was part of it! If she got beat up, then so be it. At least she can learn from it and improve her endurance.
Celice_LeChamp:
She watched the smaller fen vent, the frustration pouring out of her like water released from a sieve. It was clear that the kid's heart was hurting, and Celice could feel her own twitch in sympathy. She knew what it meant to be looked down on. Disrespected. Treated like a plaything by those who could easily overpower her, or at least thought they could. In some ways, it was like looking at a younger version of herself, before she had developed the hard, bitchy shell that had become her trademark and her shield against the world. Although she rarely let a moment pass where she didn't instantly pounce upon any weakness or vulnerability to prop herself up, she felt a moment of genuine connection with the kit, and her voice was uncharacteristically kind when she spoke. "Celice." She paused, considering her next words carefully. It was true that, even at her diminutive size, the other fen was almost a full foot and a half shorter than her. She thought of what someone might do if they got ahold of the tender young form and shuddered inwardly. She needed someone to watch her back... A thought occurred then, and although she instantly had misgivings, she couldn't hold herself back from voicing it... "So... You want to be a fighter, but they won't let you... There IS a rule..." She paused, mind churning over the risk of telling the younger woman the truth. "I AM registered with the club, and registered fighters have the right to pick whoever they want in a tag match. If I pick you, then they technically can't say no..." She let the thought linger in the air. "A two fen tag team might be a good draw... What do you say? And by the way... you didn't give me your name yet."
Fenix:
For a moment, she just stared at her dumbly, then finally remembered to blink. And to speak. “W-what?” A few more seconds passed before she also remembered not to act like a total fool. “I-I’m Fenix. Like the... bird, or whatever. Weird name, I know.. wait, you mean it? I could actually be in a match? With you?!” Her eyes lit up with wide, hopeful excitement. Then reality crashed back in. She remembered the ban, and the spark in her expression vanished. “Yeah... about that. I’m kinda banned from this club.” When she saw the utter surprise on Celice’s face, she rushed to explain. “Not for anything illegal! I just... sorta snuck in a few times...” She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, then huffed, full of resignation. “Never thought I’d be stopped from reaching my goals because I tried too hard.”
Celice_LeChamp:
She frowned... banned? That was even worse. The clubs may seem chaotic, but it was a CONTROLLED chaos. One that didn't permit any disruptions to the order that the managers imposed on it. And if Fenix had done something to disrupt that natural order, then... Out was out. Suddenly, she was overcome with pity. Undersize but with big dreams. Already thowing them away before they even started. They would be better off giving up and heading home. If someone... helped them. Change of plans. "Fenix? So... maybe you're banned there, but there's other ways to break in. Mind following me? I'll help you, but I need to see what you're made of before we can really decide how to handle this." She turned, rounding a corner as she moved into the back alleys. There was a place where the alley opened up at the end. A dead end where utility boxes and dumpsters would serve as a makeshift ring...
Fenix:
Fenix followed Celice a bit skeptically at first, despite the promise of a good fight. The fellow fennec was a stranger after all, leading her into a dark alley. But she felt confident that she can protect herself from some loser muggers… or Celice.. well enough at least, so she followed her. But she still felt something off about Celice, like she wasn't telling her everything.
Celice_LeChamp:
When they reached the end, she turned and faced the kit. Putting her hands on her hips, she began to circle them slowly, taking in the view. Powerful legs... but everything else? She could probably bench press them without much effort. "Hm... You've got a look that people will like. You know what can happen if you lose a match, right?" She paused, waiting for an answer as she continued her circuit.
Fenix:
"Uhhh... not really. I visited a lot of clubs, but for that single event, it varies rather wildly. At some places, nothing at all. Others, you get a little humiliation, no biggie. In this city, however, I heard its.." No, that can't be right.. she thought. "What do they do here again?" She asked, confused.
Celice_LeChamp:
Pausing behind the girl, Celice leaned in, draping her arms over each shoulder. She tilted her mouth close to the fennec's ear, letting a hot breath escape against the sensitive ear there. "Mhm. You heard right. Some places, you lose and you don't walk away. Deathmatches. Other places, you walk away..." Her hand slid around to Fenix's belly. "But you'll be eating for two if you lose against the wrong person. So... I'm going to ask you very... very carefully. Do. You. Still. Want. To. Compete?"
Fenix:
Fenix stared at her with wide and slightly concerned eyes. But she wasn't going to shy away from a fight. Never did. Never will. She just has to pick them at the right clubs, that's it. Surely. "Yeah, I want to compete!" She says with a determined voice and a smile. She sensed a hidden purpose in her delivery. Like Celice WANTED her to be discouraged. Surely not. Surely not a fellow fennec.
Celice_LeChamp:
Celice sighed, shaking her head and chuckling. She'd half expected it from the headstrong girl. But the idea was sometimes prettier than the reality, and it was time to teach the kid what real life was all about. "Good. Then let's spar, and I'll treat you the same way I would any OTHER smartmouth little slut in the ring..." With that, she nipped Fenix' ear and slid her arms down encircling and trapping the other fox's by the side of their body. Being the taller one for once, this was an opportunity to do something she'd always wanted... Keeping the bearhug tight, she began to lean backwards, lifting Fenix up... then OVER her head, falling backwards to plant their skull firmly into the concrete in a perfect suplex. She held the move for a moment, then released, letting Fenix drop to the ground. And with that, the fight was on...
Fenix:
"Hey what the fuuuuuuuAughhhh! Ukkh..augkkkhhh..." Fenix groaned out. She had NEVER been slammed this hard down in her life before. Especially not on CONCRETE. She felt like her head just cracked open like an egg. For a while she just lay there, whimpering and twitching occasionally. It was a miracle she wasn't just KO-d on the spot! She was a fellow fennec… she said she will treath her like every other.. why was Celice soo mean? She wasn't rude to her right, right? After a looong moment of just lying down. She started to slowly get up. She felt a drop of something warm trickle down from the top of her head to her brows as she stood up. Legs shaking
Celice_LeChamp:
Celice watched, slightly astonished, as Fenix rose again, much like her namesake. That move was meant to end things fast and fierce, and anyone else would be done after one. Maybe the kid did have something... The look of determination hadn't left Fenix's eyes as she stood, a bead of blood rolling from her scalp from under her hoodie. She pushed aside the compassion. No. This wasn't a fighter worthy of respect. It was another bitch that needed taking down a peg. And this time, she could dish out every move she had always wanted. "Awww. Bump your noggin there? Here..." She reached forward, grabbing the font of Fenix' hoodie. "LIE BACK DOWN!" She yanked hard, dragging the kit toward her as she stepped forward as if to move past them. As she did, she extended her arm for a brutal clothesline across her chest, looking to send her back into the pavement.
Celice_LeChamp:
!dice
Roll the dice... ⚅ 6 + ⚅ 6 = 12
Fenix:
!dice
Roll the dice... ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6
Fenix:
Fenix let out a sharp yelp as she was slammed down by the brutal clothesline, her small frame nearly somersaulting in the air from the sheer force of the blow before crashing hard onto the concrete. The repeated head impacts were starting to take their toll; this time, she was knocked out cold for a few seconds. Her body twitched slightly, a thin trail of drool slipping from the corner of her mouth. But after a brief, motionless pause, she began slowly and shakily to rise again.
Celice_LeChamp:
Celice had liked Fenix. And at first, punishing them for wanting what they couldn't have had been hard. But as the fight drew on, and the kit showed more and more resistance, Celice could feel her blood begin to boil. As the twitching form began to sit up, she walked past them, gripping their hood in one fist and dragging them bodily into the center of the space serving as their ring. When they got there, she turned, keeping the semi-conscous young fox hanging from her fist. "Hmmmm. Now what do we do to little foxes that don't take a nap when they're told?" She dropped to sit behind Fenix, one hand stroking their face with almost motherly affection... "We have to put them to sleep." Reaching around them on both sides, she gripped Fenix's thighs and hauled backward, dragging her legs into a wide open split that would test the muscles of their inner thighs to the limit. Moving her feet in to take their place, she raised he hands and clamped her forearm across Fenix's throat. Trapped and spread, she doubted that Fenix would be able to shake free on her own...
Celice_LeChamp:
!dice
Roll the dice... ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6
Fenix:
!dice
Roll the dice... ⚂ 3 + ⚁ 2 = 5
Fenix:
Just under a minute Fenix's will was tested like never before. She wasn't even fully conscious when the fellow fennec applied her next brutal move. Suddenly she found herself in a suffocating and agonizing hold. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't scream. All she could do was tear up in agony and shake from the pain hitting her body in waves. She tried; she really tried to not fold under the immense hurting she was subjected to. She tried to wiggle herself free, leaning her body in ways where the hold could break. It almost even worked, but Celice shifted her weight on her leg, and she immediately lost all her stored-up breath with a scream as her inner thighs almost bent beyond their limits. Then, she was right back where she started, only with no air. She wasn't going to tap. But at this point she even doubted Celice would even LET her tap. These were her last thoughts as her eyes rolled back once more and she drooled all over the concrete.
Fenix wasn't sure how long she was out. But it could not have been more than a few seconds, as she just saw Celice leaving. "W..wait.." She croaks it out. "Amm nthh duhnnn" she says as she struggled to get back on her feet. Her thighs were in agony.
Celice_LeChamp:
Celice had thought it was over and done with. That the brat was down for the count. She'd wake up amid the trash and the dirt, have herself a good cry at her broken dreams, and slink home. She could feel the girl's hips practically slip from their sockets as she cranked them hard. Could feel the weak arms beating at her grip around that soft throat as their breath came slower. Slower. Finally, when their agony ended, she had let go, and lowered them to the concrete. It was done, she had thought. And then, she heard the voice. Fenix moved like a broken ragdoll. It was clear that even trying to close her legs would send a wave of agony through the kit's torn muscles. Celice smirked. "Awww. Little fighter's got spirit... Let's see how far it goes." She walked back slowly. She wasn't afraid of any kind of reprisal. "Let's see... I already took your thighs... let's try something else." Raising a foot, she pressed it to Finix' forehead, putting her full weight into ramming their head back to the ground. "There's gotta be some part of you that teaches you when to quit..." Reaching down, she took both ankles in her grip and raised them high, spreading them apart. "Is it.. HERE?" She brought her heel down between Fenix' legs, hammering against the 'v' of her crotch and grinding in deep. "Wakey-wakey little fox. I want some FEEDBACK on how bad this hurts."
Fenix:
Fenix’s eyes flew open with a violent jolt, her spine arching off the mat as a raw, animal scream tore from her throat. "AAAGHHHHH—HHH!!" Her limbs spasmed wildly in her attacker’s grip, paws clawing at the air with no control, her mouth frozen wide in agony. The heel grinding into her most sensitive spot pulled another shriek from deep in her core, hoarse and broken. "SSSSTOP—HHHNNGG—NNNNNNGH!!" Her voice cracked, ragged breaths hitching between choked sobs of pain. Her thighs instinctively tried to clamp shut, but the cruel grip on her ankles held her wide open, vulnerable. Her eyes rolled, watering, unable to focus as she thrashed against the hold. "Y-you—bitch! NNNGH—s-stop—Ghagggh!!" And then her scream came again, louder, helpless, and no longer defiant. "I-It hurts—! It hurts—!!" she wailed, the last word shattering into a choked sob. “PLEASE—s-stop—!!
Celice_LeChamp:
She laughed at them as the writhed, fighting with a body that she'd taken past it's limits. With proper training, Fenix might have been able to keep going... But she wasn't trained. And so, Celice continued her savage grind. "A bitch? Oh?" Another laugh. "I'm not the one in a back alley with her legs spread, now am I?" As Fenix gurgled out the last word, begging for an end to the pain, Celice clucked her tongue. "Stoooop?" Her voice mocked the quaver in her opponent's voice. "Awww. Is that pretty pussy screaming for mercy? Is it just too much? Fine... Let's move on." Dropping their legs, she stepped forward, bringing her heel down to sink deep into Fenix's belly as she quite literally walked over her. When she reached her head, she lowered herself, wagging her hips slowly... "Maybe you don't wanna be a fighter anymore..." Reaching down, she knocked the hood back, exposing Fenix's face fully... she was pretty, even with the blood and bruisng... Celice took a fistful of hair. "Say it. Say you don't wanna be a fighter anymore."
Fenix:
She couldn't really think, let alone speak. Especially since Celice was standing on her chest with one leg while the other was on her drooling muzzle. She was crushing the air out from her lungs while forcing her head into the concrete, making it feel like it was going to pop like a watermelon wrapped in 100 rubber bands. Yet.. she still said the words between gaps to fill her lungs despite the extra 44kg on her little body. "I.. GASP can.. GASP get.. GASP bett.. GASP ..er."
Celice_LeChamp:
She ground her foot into their face, shifting her weight onto that pretty little skull... Arrogant fucking bitch. Still thought she could do anything if she just hoped hard enough. Time for Celice to show her what losing was all about in this game. "Awww... such confidence... well, if you can't fight, maybe there's something else you're good at." Removing her weight from the little fox's body and chest, Celice cupped the cheek that had been pressed to the ground and turned Fenix's face up toward her. She really WAS a pretty kit... A bit of a tomboy, but Celice liked that... She stroked their face, feeling the hot and almost feverish temperature of bruised skin beneath her fur. "Time to enjoy my prize..." She leaned in, forcing her muzzle against her opponent's opening her mouth and letting her tongue taste blood, and knockout drool. She moaned as she let her hands explore the body laying on the ground. One slipped up, under Fenix's hoodie to her chest, where she gripped one breast and squeezed almost gently. She broke the kiss. "Oh, you ARE good at this... don't tell me it's your first time..." Her hand slid down, fingers gliding under the waistband and feeling the softness of the fur between Fenix's legs... she chucked as her fingers moved lower, feeling something wet and slick. "Oh? Did getting choked out like a back-alley skank get you wet? Well... let's see if you've had any training down here." With that, she forced her fingers into the tight entrance, down to the knuckles. If Fenix had been a virgin before, that was another prize Celice would take home tonight.
Fenix:
The young fox let out a desperate gasp once more. This time finally deeper than the previous ones, as the other, more dominant fennec finally got off her. Saying that she was dazed would have been an understatement; everything swam, and she saw double. Her noggin was struck numerous times, so maybe that was the issue. Or she just had crossed eyes from being half conscious; she couldn't tell. Also, there was a constant ringing noise in her ears, and the sounds around her were muffled for some reason. So she only vaguely heard and understood what Celice said to her between the beatdowns. Fenix had no idea what she could do; what little options she had were immediately stopped in their tracks by either Celice or the blinding pain traveling through her body as she tried to move her limbs. Even breathing hurt. The only reason she did not cry out for help or beg for her life was that she doubted that the other fennec was a killer or torturer. Even if it was obvious that Celice was a bit of a sadist, there was still something behind all this torture and meanness, but with her barely coherent mind, she couldn't find the reason. Plus, she had bigger problems, as Fenix felt her head being moved and lips getting invaded by a foreign one. She had kissed before, but this… this still felt new to her somehow. It was just so... dominant. Celice tongue-battled hers and won, easily. She felt how Celice's tongue explored her mouth like an angry snake. Lapping and grinding against the inside of her cheeks, her sharp teeth, and the now bloody gums while shifting Fenix's now limp, beaten tongue aside during the whole process in that drool-filled, leaking cavern that was her own mouth. Soon the beaten-down fox felt her body being explored too; she let out a muffled, weak squeak as her breast was groped. Her frantic mind soon did not know what was happening as her wet pussy was suddenly invaded and stretched wide apart like never before.
She instantly forgot that she was here to fight, that she needed to protect herself. She couldn't help but surrender to the blissful feelings, which were such a relief from all the agony she had to endure before. It made her ALMOST forget about the pain she was in as her eyes rolled back and she humped her hips against that clawed hand, which was halfway in her weeping cunt. She did not know why it was wet BEFORE you even touched it. Maybe she was a masochist; that would explain why she never backed down from a fight before that was obviously not going to end well for her in the end.
Celice_LeChamp:
She couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the battered, abused girl, gasping into hump against her hand. Maybe not her first time, then… But certainly her first like this. It would do. “Mmm. Maybe life of a fighter isn’t for you. Maybe you can just be my sweet little girlfriend…“ She let her finger trace the swollen nub of Fenix’s clit… then pressed down, pinning it as easily as she pinned the rest of her ‘lover’s’ body. She began working her fingers in a steady rhythm, curling them upward to press against their g-spot. It wasn’t enough simply to invade them. She needed their body to betray them utterly at her hand. One of her arms had snuck under their shoulders, lifting, cradling them, and pulling them deeper into the kiss. Now, she lowered them back down and began tugging at the hoodie, dragging it up and over their head. Their armor against the world, being stripped away, exposing their pale, slender body. Your chest was as under developed as the rest of them, but that was fine by her as she lowered her mouth And pulled one small nipple into her lips. Bit.
Fenix:
She was frantic with the humping now. She was so punch-drunk and full of lust that all coherent thought left her mind. She felt how the other fennec stripped her, and her back was now against the chilly, hard ground. She shivered from the cold and felt utterly exposed. She had nothing to cling to, nothing to ground her senses. As she was now deprived of her will and pride and mind, along with the shield that protected her from the outside world. She felt like an exposed, damaged nerve, twitching and shaking. Upon feeling Celice's sharp teeth biting down on her little but now hard breasts, Fenix moaned deeply and let out massive squirts, which squeezed their way free between Celice's hand and Fenix's own folds. Shooting long strings of translucent fluids across the makeshift ring of theirs. Which coated Celice's arm too, up to the elbows.
Celice_LeChamp:
She laughed as her sweet little victim granted her one final surrender. Their inexperienced, tortured body had given in so quickly... She looked down at the panting, pathetic fox. There was still a little use left in them. “Awww. That fast? Looks like that pretty pussy loses as quickly as the rest of you.” She raised the slick hand from between their thighs, sucking the taste of their defeat from her fingers. “Mmm. Tastes like loser. You’re going to learn what a winner tastes like, little Fox…“ She purred the words out as she stood, hooking her, thumbs into her shorts and pushing them down before kicking them away. Turning, she placed a knee on each of Fenix’s shoulders and lowered herself until she felt that dazed, adorable face pressing against her slit. “Lick. And don’t you dare stop.” She reached down, trapping their breasts between thumb and forefinger before twisting cruelly. “Make me cum, and maybe I’ll let you try again…” She dangled the promise of what Fenix wanted most, trying to see if the young would be fighter still had any desire to follow her dreams.
Fenix:
Thanks to Fenix' skull structure, her rather short muzzle was fully embedded in her torturer's pussy. She felt how the warm, twitching inner walls of Celice's cunt wrapped around her whole muzzle. Every gasping breath she took was coated in her arousal. It was so wet inside; she practically had to swallow if she did not want to choke on the fluids inside there. She did not mind it, not really, as it tasted so good in her frantic, woozy mind. She let out a muffled moan against her folds. If Fenix had the mind capacity, she probably would have guessed that the other fennec loved beating and shaming her opponents a little too much. She started licking absentmindedly, like it was instinct. The longer she did it, the wetter the tight cavern around her little muzzle became. Soon every lap was accompanied by a squelching sound. Some even leaked out and dripped on her neck. She did not stop, not daring to stop. Deep down in her still coherent mind, she understood. If she did not obey her now. It would be worse later on. Furthermore, she knew that making opponents cum makes them slower and more exhausted. Maybe this was her chance at victory. Or maybe Celice wanted Fenix to prove something to her. Either way. She lapped and sucked and lapped again. Until the wetness became so much that she could not swallow it all at once and it started to pool up. Making her start to gag and choke.
Celice_LeChamp:
Riding their beaten face, Celice reached up, hands clutching at her chest as she smothered them in her excitement. They were just the right size. She knew that the taste and smell of her would be overwhelming, and as she picked up speed, hips battering downward as she felt her orgasm approach, she drew her claws up there, firm belly, leaving welts on her way to clutch at their breasts. “Oh, you bitch, you little cunt, you fucking SLUT!” With the last, she brought her full weight down on their head, feeling her own body release a gush directly into their lapping muzzle. She cried out, thighs, shaking as she lost all control for a moment. Then, she stood up and looked down again at her handiwork. Fenix was the picture of an utterly defeated fighter. Bruised, dazed, and covered in her own and the winners pleasure. Celice raised a foot and planted it daintily on their chest in a victory pose as she rested her hands on her hips, panting. “You’ve got heart… but we both know I can’t just let you walk away.” Panting, she removed her foot, walking down to Fenix’s legs. Scooping one up by the ankle, she melt down, examining it. Powerful. Muscular. It was clear that hours of running, squats, and time at the gym had built this finally tuned machine. “The second I let you leave, you’re just going to lick your wounds, come back, and either challenge me again or find someone who isn’t as nice as me…” she picked up the other leg as well, almost gently, bending it at the knee and laying the shin across the top of the knee of the other, forming a ‘4’. “If my tag partner were here, or Safira, they’d give you a full belly and nine months to think about another career.” The legs kicked, trying to free themselves from the shape she was imposing, but she held them in place. As powerful as they were, they were weak now. She lowered herself to the ground, placing the heel of the outstretched leg against her chest.
Lifting her own legs, she hooked them over the ankle and calf of the limb that served as a cross bar. A ‘Figure 4’ leg lock. “But me? I don’t have the equipment. I’m not about giving life…” Suddenly, her body contracted. She pushed upward on the ankle at her chest, while hauling down on the other leg. The result was that the knee joint was pressed violently in the wrong direction. Trapped, and with nowhere to go, it began to hyperextend. “I’m about ruining them.” She pushed and pulled simultaneously. It was hard. Fenix was young, strong, and flexible. But her body had not been made for this. And, as with everything that abused for something other than what it was meant for, it broke. With a terrible pop like the crunch of gravel under a tire, Celice felt the leg give, the joint reversing. Even then, she didn’t stop, giving several more harsh pushes that tore muscle and stretched ligaments. She was out to end a career before it started, and she wanted a good, long hospital stay for her opponent to think things over.
Fenix:
She was right back in it. The agony. When Celice was riding her limp face, she thought that maybe that will be it. She either passes out or gets a chance to fight back. But what she got was worse than anything else she suffered, and not just from her. She fought other opponents too; they were mean and brutal and violating, but none rivalled Celice's ruthlessness. Not after this. Her scream started as a low gurgling sound as the air fought its way through the excess saliva and cum-filled throat. Then it erupted free. “GAAAAAAAHH!! PLEASE—PLEEEASE—AAAHHHH!” The pain washed away her grogginess and woke her up fully. Making her feel everything. Her claws tore at the floor, and limbs thrashed uselessly against the ground. Every notion that Celice wasn't a torture evaporated as she did not stop, not even after her bones cracked. Fenix's back arched, muscles seized, and her screams and pleas soon cracked and transformed into a sobbing screech. She wasn't even screaming or pleading anymore; it was more like wailing. Her mind was reduced to no more than basic thoughts, and all it did for her was tell her that she was going to die here. The hopeless, desperate, raw wailing continued for long and only because Celice did not let up the pressure against the muscles and tendons. If not for that nonstop pain, Fenix would have passed out by now.
Celice_LeChamp:
Celice watched it all, finally seeing the brave facade crack, shatter and crumble. This wasn't a fighter. It was a scared child who was in pain. Still, she cranked the hold another few seconds, wanting the pain and trauma to seep in, and to change them for good. When she was done, she slid out of the hold, allowing the leg to drop to the ground. The knee was already turning a deep purple, the swelling obvious in less than a minute. She kicked the ankle, toeing it from side to side. "Mmm. Yeah. That's useless. Sorry 'champ'. Think your fighting days are over." Sighing, she walked to their head, kneeling down and lifting them until they were sitting up. "Shhhh. Shhhhh. It's ok. I know you wanted to be a fighter. I know... I know..." She kissed their cheek, petting their ears. Soothing now. She lifted one of Fenix's arms and draped it over her shoulder, tugging and standing. Her other arm went around Fenix's hips, and soon they were draped across Celice's shoulders. She grunted gently from the weight as she began to walk in a slow circle. A huntress with her kill. "Let's go ahead and put allllll those hopes and dreams right where they belong..." She stopped in front of an open dumpster. Turned. Rolled her sholders and opened her arms, dumping the kit inside. She turned, leaning over the lip. Fenix made an ugly picture now. Leg at a wrong angle. Albino fur streaked with dirt and sex. Tears streaming down her cheeks. "You are nothing. Breaking you was easy, and you will STAY broken. Never let me catch you near one of these places again. Never even think of challenging a real fighter. Go be happy doing something else. This isn't your world." Stepping back, she let the lid drop. They'd find her in the morning. Get her to a hospital. It had been that, or leaving her in the alley as a playtoy for any bums that happened along, and that was a bridge too far even for her. It was better this way, she reflected.
One awful night, or an entire career full of the things that Celice herself had endured. It was time to put away childish things with the rest of the trash.
(Some time later)
Fenix:
It was dark. Fenix didn’t know what happened after the other fennec was done torturing her. All she knew was searing, suffocating pain, especially in her ankle, which throbbed like it was on fire. She gasped out and then coughed as something vile and rotting assaulted her sense of smell. Soon she realized where she was. A trash bin. That’s where. She was in so much pain, yet her mind lingered on the not-so-far past. About her humiliation and the abuse she was put through. Fenix's mind, as usual, started to plan her next move, the revenge, and the next angle of attack as usual. She was no stranger to defeat, but she always… She just needs to… She can still get out of this bin and... Her mind went blank, and she did not move and did not try to escape her humiliating situation. Her once sharp will was… nonexistent. She couldn't even move her body without wailing in agony once more. She just stared at the darkness, becoming one with the trash under her broken, violated body. From the outside, it was impossible to tell if someone was in there in need of help. Apart from the strange fluid marks on the concrete around the trash bin and the soft, broken sniffles of someone trying and failing not to cry, there was nothing out of the ordinary there. Eventually, the crying faded as she fell asleep from the exhaustion of crying.
She only vaguely remembered the blinding light cutting through the darkness, shining down on her matted, once-snowy fur. And a voice, shocked and horrified, from someone she did not know. “Wha.. Holy shit!” She also vaguely remembers the agony of someone or someones trying to move her aching body before she passed out again. When she woke again, she was in a hospital bed. Not her first time. The bandages and the IV drip in her wrist were all familiar territory. But this time, her leg was in a cast. She was present physically... but her mind was somewhere else. The nurses got almost nothing out of her. She barely spoke, barely moved. The only time she reacted at all was when they asked for her parents’ contact information. Then she’d plead with them, voice thin and desperate: “Please don’t call them. Please… don’t let them know.” The only other time she responded was when the police asked what happened to her. Her breathing would spike, chest rising in ragged panic. Then tears. Then full-body tremors. Until she passed out from sheer emotional collapse. The following months in the hospital were quiet. Bleak. Fenix spent them staring blankly out the window, unmoving, unresponsive. Her once-sharp eyes, playful, cunning, and full of fire, were now glassy and hollow. The fierce little fox who used to fight everything and everyone was gone. Shattered.
Four months later, she was released, the medical care was rather advanced in the hospital. She was no longer wearing a cast nor needing a crutch. But she had a pretty visible limp as she walked to her hotel, where she stayed the nights before in the city. Since she was brought into the hospital naked, thus having no clothes of her own, they gave her an oversized hoodie and pants. In a way she was glad that the hoodie was oversized; she could hide her face better. Her once athletic body was thin. Her leg muscles also took a heavy hit, as she did not exercise in the hospital. She did not see the point anymore. She will probably go back to Australia and help her father in the oasis. Then she turned down the main street and saw the same building she tried so many times and failed to get into. She even spotted the window where she met that bitch fox and the back alley passage where… Her breathing quickened, and she felt like passing out. She knelt down on the ground as she let out loud whimpers and gasps. She never had a panic attack before, and it felt like it would never stop. "Hey… hey! Kid, are you alright?" Asked a deep voice, far above her head, then she felt large hands touch her shoulder. Fenix cried out and ran and ran. Until the pain won the battle over the adrenaline in her knees and she fell over. Once her breathing slowed down, she found herself in the park. She slowly stands up and looks around for any bus stops in the area since she did not feel like walking anymore. That's when she saw Celice. Her mind was ready to jump into another panic attack, but she was calm enough to realize that she was only staring at a poster. The other fennec looked happy and held a gold medal in her hand, lifting it high up for everyone to see in the crowd. She was gorgeous, with a toned body and strong muscles. She wonders if, if she saw this picture of her without ever meeting Celice before, she would have been her fan. How could she not? A fellow fennec who beat up bigger opponents, she would have been her idol to follow. Yet it only filled her with disappointment. If other fennecs can achieve great things, why couldn't she? She felt herself tear up once more, but before she could tear her face away from the poster, she read the title. 'Small fighter making a big comeback in the FWF combat theater!' Wait? A COMEBACK? She was beaten before? How bad? How long did she have a losing streak? Suddenly her mind clears up. Finally having an objective once more in her life. If others beat her, then so can Fenix! Then she started walking. Not towards her hotel. But towards the nearest gym. She was grinning, full of eagerness. But it was laced with meanness and hate.
(To Be Countinued)
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