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Fenix:
It was a busy night in the Dining District. Almost everyone on the island gathered here for their final meal of their day… or their current life. Fenix was sitting on top of one of the 'tall' bar stools and sipping her strawberry milkshake rather happily. Today, a ship has arrived in the bay; that means newcomers have flooded the island, and there will be a lot of fights tomorrow. Those poor bastards never know what they really get into until they face one of the seasoned fighters here. Fenix liked picking them for a fight since they usually meant easy fame for her. A win is a win, no matter who it was against. Of course, taking out a more familiar name, already on this island, would have been more helpful in earning prestige… but… Small foxes can't really choose their opponents. She was about to finish her drink and head home when her long ears picked up something funny. Someone was bragging about something. That usually meant a fight was about to break out, so she hopped off her chair and started walking towards the ruckus eagerly, with milkshake in hand. When she spotted the person in the middle of the crowd, she scoffed. Of course it was a wolf who ran his mouth in the bar. They always did. She was about to leave when she spotted that paper bracelet on his arm. It was a goddamn ticket that newcomers have to buy when they board the ship to Sinner’s Paradise island. This fucker was a newcomer.
Her ears focused on what he was saying:
"…and that's how I became the champ of New York City! Can't wait to beat you all tomorrow in the ring, fellas!" He said. Fenix just gawked at him for a second. Just like everyone else really. This poor bastard clearly didn't know that he was talking about this stuff in the worst possible crowd. Especially since he didn't have a biochip yet. So dying meant ACTUAL dying. It was a shame; he was kinda cute. She was about to leave him alone between a soon-to-be angry crowd when she got an idea. With a quick toss, she threw her drink at his face. So instead, they just laughed at him instead of beating him up on the spot. "Sorrrrry, dear!" Fenix called over as she squeezed closer to him between the legs of the other furs and scales in the bar. "But you don't brag on this island if you don't want to get your head taken off before sunrise." The small fox said. The wolf looked skilled, but Fenix wasn't a slouch either. "If you want... I can give you an example." She did this for 2 reasons. One, that he wasn't about to get hurt. Two, as stated before, newcomers meant easy fame. Of course there was a noticeable age and size difference between the wolf and the fox, but fighting bigger opponents was something she was very much accustomed to. It was better anyway if she beat him and not some careless brute that failed to pick up on the newcomer bracelet.
Riley_Carlson:
Here he was, just telling the story like it was. How he’d gotten this badger that was, like…twice his size dazed and up onto the corner post. How the sweat matted the both of their furs, how the sounds of cheers roared through the arena, his heart pounded in his chest as he was ready to finally seize control like he was always meant to! Then, he had tightly wrapped his arm around the big doof’s head, pulled back and dropped, and then…!
“Hah, he was NOT getting up after that one, tell you what~ So one two three, it’s over. And that’s how I became the champ of New York City!” Riley boasted. His eyes scanned the crowd around him. He allowed his fangs to glisten as he smirked toward the entire group, raising his right arm upward to give a good, strong flex! He might not be the most muscular man in the room–heck, it looked like there were even some women with more meat on their arms–-but it didn’t stop him from enjoying showing off what he had. Besides, he was getting exactly what he wanted. From the burly lioness over there whose eye he could swear he saw twitch to a few who simply looked at him with boredom.
Rivals. Enemies. The kinds of things that always made his stories so much better. And made him look better when he inevitably stood above them all. His tail flicked about behind him as he made silent judgements about every face, everybody–and every BODY–that he could make out. He paused for a moment when he thought he saw a motion in the crowd. His muscles tensed for only a moment when he thought one of the crowd was taking a swing at him. But he relaxed again when that arm was just moved aside for a brief moment. He then opened his mouth to say something more when something caught his eye. A small glint amongst the crowd and then-
SMACK! SPLAT! Klink, clatter clatter
There was mild pain as something was hurled into his face! His head recoiled from the surprise shot, his arms immediately and instinctively coming up to where the cold drink had splashed onto him. He sat there in total shock for a moment. And then, his cheeks flushed slightly, ears falling back and flattening on his head as the crowd suddenly burst into laughter; all the tension and jealousy that they had been building up unleashed in a process of joint jubilation of humiliation. He glared for a moment, his face heating up as he looked down to see what had just happened. Finally, he spotted the drink now lying at his feet. Luckily, there seemed to be very little left of what had been in it. His fur wasn’t much of a mess as a result. He glared out toward the crowd, looking for the source, only to hear a weak, clearly mocking apology. And finally, the source of the cry became clear.
Finally, he spotted the drink now lying at his feet. Luckily, there seemed to be very little left of what had been in it. His fur wasn’t much of a mess as a result. He glared out toward the crowd, looking for the source, only to hear a weak, clearly mocking apology. And finally, the source of the cry became clear.
Riley’s eyes widened as she finally revealed herself. A small…fox? Large ears, which only helped her height reach up to his pecs. The small fox apparently had words for him, though he wasn’t really paying attention. The identity of the individual who had just done that only made him flush further. He had just been pelted by this young, tiny woman? That only served to make his embarrassment greater…. And he was quick to step up to the fox. His ears twitched, his tail now static behind him as his thoughts finally snapped back to reality when she had uttered that last bit.
“...Hah. Haha…” Riley forced a small laugh to escape his muzzle as he beheld the runt before him. His arms fell down to his waist as he observed her for a brief moment. Then, he made sure to stand straight, puffing his chest a bit, clearly intending to emphasize the size difference between them.
“Cute,” the wolf finally added, taunting her right back. “Sorry little girl, but I don’t have time to play in the minor leagues, y’know. And I’m not so petty that I’m about to punish a kid for being a kid. I dunno what you’re doing here, but you should run back to whatever legal guardian brought you here before you get caught up in something, huh?”
Of course, he knew exactly who he was talking to. The smirk on his face and look in his eyes gave it away…not that he was trying to hide it. Still, he needed to play it off somehow. The last thing he needed was for his champion reputation to be thrown in the dirt this quickly…. He couldn't let this little one get one over on him.
Fenix:
Fenix's care of this wolf's safety flew out the window the second he got in her face with that talk. She hated that. Hated how everyone and everything around her just had to point out the things she could do nothing about. Fenix's grin slowly turned into a snarl as Riley made a show of just how much taller he was. The fox ears helped, but only a little. Her actual face was still on the same plane as his… crotch. Fenix instinctively straightened her stance. But she tried to will herself to let it go. Any act to try to hide the fact that she looked like some lost kid would have made the crowd laugh even harder than a second ago. Thanks to her digitigrade stance, it would have looked like she was standing on her toes. "Minor leagues, you say? Weeell, that's funny because the way you are used to fighting IS the minor leagues. All of your muscle memory comes from fights that have the same fucking thing… rules! Didn't you read the memo of this place?!" Fenix said, while jumping on a table next to him so she doesn't have to look up just to meet his soon-to-be opponent's eyes and to avoid his slight bulge. "Can you even start a fight where you know that if you are ever being choked out, the other fighter doesn't HAVE TO let you go!? How do you fight someone that holds you down and makes you exhausted just by forcefully emptying your balls into those cute boxers of yours?!" Said the now angry fox, before jabbing a single sharp-clawed finger into his soft nose. She knew damn well what she was doing. This wolf had to protect his pride now. This fight began the second Fenix threw her near-empty drink at him. And Fenix couldn't wait to see his body tense up for a swing... or even just a push. She planned to drive one of her knees into his cheeks the second he started to wind up an attack with his upper body. She didn't have many strengths, but speed was certainly something she was almost always better at than everyone else here on this cursed island.
Riley_Carlson:
He could see it on her face; the moment the words had left his muzzle, her expression shifted. The snarl that formed on her face caused his own face to brighten, a smug grin starting to tug at the corner of his snout, fangs starting to glisten in the light. He knew right away that he’d struck a sore spot. He normally wouldn’t even think about abusing that, but in a crowd like this, he couldn’t let her demean him like this before he could get a chance to make a name for himself. When this observation crossed his mind, his tail began to shift about behind him once again. He made sure to push his waist a bit more forward to emphasize her being face to face with his package as an additional bonus teasing.
However, his smug demeanor began to shift once again very quickly. She immediately began calling his past triumphs “the minor leagues,” throwing his own taunts right back at him. As she leaped upward, landing on top of the table to stand face to face with him properly, his brow visibly twitched, with his ear flicking a bit in annoyance. He raised his arms, folding them across his chest as he listened to what the little foxling had to say.
Of course, the more that made its way to his ears, the worse it got. His paws began to grip at his forearms more tightly. His fanged smirk shifting into more of a snarl of his own. His tail stopped swaying once more, settling in place directly behind him. His gaze narrowed…until her paw came up, poking a claw right into his soft, wet nose!
Riley visibly flinched, recoiling slightly as she pushed his nose like a button. He blinked in surprise, his gaze immediately dropping down to look at the tip of her digit…before returning back to his angry expression. That button press seemed to change his internal mode from argumentative…to enraged.
His nose scrunched up, his eyes narrowed…and he glared at the fox in front of him. Who did this little bitch think she was, saying everything he’d worked so hard for meant basically nothing? Acting like he couldn’t fight or protect himself just because there were no rules here. As if he hadn’t fought in ruleless bouts or have to deal with cheating heels in his other rings? Well, he was just gonna have to show her what he was capable of, then. Without hesitation, his arms unfurled themselves, his left paw getting pulled back, ready to shove this little twerp off her newfound high chair-WHAM
The world slowed. He blinked and there was a pain in his left cheek, his left eye instinctively shutting in response. His head was snapping to the side and forcing him back…. It took his brain a few moments to process what had just happened. But then he saw it: the little fox, her knee extended. He had not even begun to register that she was throwing an attack his way. Due to being so close to one another and his focus being on what he had been about to do, he didn’t see the attack coming.
And then, time resumed.
Riley’s body fell back with his head! He crashed back first into a nearby table! He tripped over the chair and found himself collapsing hard over the tabletop! His momentum carried him slightly to the side though, causing him to fall right off the edge, tilting the table over and crashing down against a second seat! The items that had been resting on it, including some kind of alcoholic drink in a mug he couldn’t recognize, capsized with him, narrowly avoiding his fur being doused in the stuff. Now there was pain in a few places.
“Ugh,” Riley groaned, shaking his head, instinctively reaching up and gripping at his now bruising left cheek. Despite the mild pain, there was only one thing Riley cared about right now. As he sat up, he glared at the fox. “Oh, you’re dead, brat,” he growled furiously, his ears flattening on his head, his fangs baring as he tried to climb back to his feet again…!
Fenix:
Pain flared up in Fenix's little knee. But at least she knew that the preventative attack had landed before she even saw him stagger and fall and also knew that if SHE was hurting little... then his opponent was REALY hurting. Oh, and what a fall it was! The attack was so sudden and came from the only real muscled part of her body, so it looked like Riley had pretty much taken off his toebeans and crashed down like someone 3 times bigger then Fenix had hit him! Seeing him collapse like some weak jobber sent shivers down her spine. At first, she felt bad though. He didn't have a biochip yet, so causing her teeth to fall out or worse, would have been a bad look for her. Plus... despite how mean he was, Fenix didn't feel like she needed to give him a long-lasting concussion or bash open his head on a table. A good beating and a brutal choking finisher perhaps... but only that. Of course, after that full 2 seconds of Riley just lying on the ground, Fenix's feelings quickly changed when he started to get up and threatened the fox with death.
Was it an actual threat, or just a sudden flare up of rage? She didn't know, nobody can really know on this island. But it was enough for her to stop her momentary pity for him and plunge her right back into a rage. "HA! HOW DID YOU LIKE THAT, PUPPY?!" She shouted over to the now bit-far away wolf, who was still just pushing himself up. Then something unexpected happen.. the crowd cheered, for the little fox! A warm feeling flooded her little heart instantly. She felt great! It was not often that the crowd was on her side after all. These were sadistic people. The second they saw a harmless little looking female white furball like Fenix going against a... well, basically any species except an axolotl... they were cheering for the other side right away to destroy her body and mind. So the sudden support made Fenix feel genuine happiness that only came before with winning that few fights in her short life so far. She wasn't exactly a champ, to say the least, her 2:8 win/defeat ratio spoke for itself. So, not knowing what to do with all the support, she just wasted precious second with flexing her unimpresive arm muscles. That was even hidden under her blue hoodie. But then she remembered that the fight wasn't exactly over and her opponent was getting up to beat her or worse.
She got on all fours on the table, crouching down, cooling her legs for the jump. Her bushy white tail flung left and right in excitement, knocking over drinks. Then she kicked out, making her fly up, roll midair a little, before she kicked her legs out once more, but right when she was about to land on the wolf's spine. She didn't have the power to crack anything, but if it landed, those joints would creak louder than the sound of his body hitting the floor again. That would weaken his resilience there nicely, so putting him in a modified camel clutch seemed like a good idea for the fox if her kick lands. She planned to pull his head back with a grip on one of his ears and the scruff of his neck while her left knee pierced his shoulder muscles and further hurt that spine. She had to be careful though, she was smaller and weighed almost nothing, so she was not unfamiliar with the feeling of being thrown around. If the pain was not overwhelming enough, if he managed to push trough the pain, then closing the distance like this with a wrestling hold was suicide. Sometimes literally, it really depended on what her opponents planned to do to her once they had an iron grip on her lithe body.
Riley_Carlson:
Riley’s growl did not falter for even a moment. He was truly trying to climb back to his feet and get his paws on that fox as quickly as he could. But between blurry vision and a fuzzy head after that harsh, unexpected slam to his head and subsequent fall, it was slower going than he’d expected. And the liquid gold scattered on the floor around him wasn’t helping matters any. His tail, lying limp and lifeless a moment ago was now held aloft as his sharper senses returned to him. His ears twitched, flicking every which way to try to alert him as to the current situation while his gaze was trained on the foxing herself.
There was cheering. A lot of it. But it didn’t take a gifted intellect to deduce that it wasn’t for the guy who’d just been sucker kicked to the floor and toppled a table. His vision? Caught that light flex as he was starting to bring his senses together again. His ears? Shifted from their constant flicking to forward again when she shouted out that very audible taunt. And his paws clenched as he heard her use that damned p-word again. Ugh…who did she think she was? One lucky shot that caught him off-balance and she’s soaking up all this glory and posing on him!? Ugh, if he had his way, he was gonna make sure she didn’t get to enjoy that for long!
Just as that thought was crossing his mind, however, his senses picked up on something else. She was moving now. Crouching, getting on all fours. What was she doing? Well, he got his answer real quick.
Riley’s eyes widened as the little foxling leaped from the table! Normally, her size meant her shadow was equally as unimpressive as the rest of her. But as she leaped, he could see the overhead lights causing her shadow to wash over the floor, quickly beginning to loom over his head! His gaze followed her movements, watching as she spun around so swiftly and with what must have been well practiced movements…until she was completely over his head. Because at that point, she was starting to come down toward him. And he finally felt the impact.
BAM! Riley gasped and let out a loud yelp as the fox’s footpaws SMASHED down into his spine! His head was thrown back as his body was forcibly slammed back down onto the hard floor, his limbs flopping down with him! His ears picked up a disturbing creaking sound, and for a brief moment, he thought she might have broken or damaged something…. But luckily, her size allowed him to get away without those kinds of serious injuries. Still, he could tell that there was something there, as his back still had a sudden aching pain.Riley shook his head, moving to push himself slowly back up again. However, before he could get very far, there was a weight on his back. A light one, which meant it could only truly be one thing. Especially as he felt something digging into his shoulder. But not even a moment later, there was more; a harsh grip yanking on his right ear, forcing it backward, pulling his head with it! Besides that, there was another, now gripping at his scruff, also assisting in pulling him back. Unfortunately for him, that knee was still pressed into his shoulder as well, preventing his body from coming with it. The result? The wolf’s head pulled back, neck being cranked and stretched back while his ear was being painfully yanked!
Riley shook his head, moving to push himself slowly back up again. However, before he could get very far, there was a weight on his back. A light one, which meant it could only truly be one thing. Especially as he felt something digging into his shoulder. But not even a moment later, there was more; a harsh grip yanking on his right ear, forcing it backward, pulling his head with it! Besides that, there was another, now gripping at his scruff, also assisting in pulling him back. Unfortunately for him, that knee was still pressed into his shoulder as well, preventing his body from coming with it. The result? The wolf’s head pulled back, neck being cranked and stretched back while his ear was being painfully yanked!
Riley was unable to hold back another yelp as his foe managed to secure a sort-of camel clutch on his body! The pain that he had been feeling moments ago was suddenly amplified by the cranking of his neck and digging into his muscle!
“GAGH…!” he yipped in pain as Fenix managed to secure this agonizing hold on him! But he knew that she was light and strength wasn’t her strong suit. Even through the pain, he knew he could get out of this…if he could just deal with the pain well enough. And luckily, if speed was Fenix’s forte…endurance was his. While, at first, he could do little more than just take it for a few agonizing seconds, his paws began to come to life. Unfortunately, the only thing that filled his vision right now were the faces of the various patrons watching the fight unfold, both cheering for the foxling and jeering and laughing at the fallen wolf who was getting his tail handed to him by someone half his size. So his paws began to slap around blindly behind his head, trying to find some kind of purchase…eventually attempting to blindly swat about and get a grip on the arm that was gripping at his ear.
If he could find that arm and get enough of a grip, he would soon bring his other paw up to meet his first, trying to get a more secure grip. He would then attempt to twist them as best he could from his downed position, hopefully getting her to release her grip on his ear before he would move on to his next move: attempting to bring his arms back forward, dragging her with them and attempting to drag her over his head and sam her down onto the floor in front of him!
However, if he failed to find her quickly enough, or she reacted with enough speed, he wasn’t sure what he could do to follow. But hopefully, the result would see him freed from her grasp if nothing else…
Fenix:
Fenix was practically bending her own body into a C shape as she tried to fold the wolf's neck onto each other like it was some folding chair. "You are lucky that I know you lack a biochip! Otherwise, I would pull a LOT harder!" She quiped to the squirming and hurting wolf boy. In truth, however, she probably wouldn't end him. She might be a bit sadistic in the head, but killing was something she wasn't comfortable with. Even when her opponents actually had a biochip to come back to life later. Plus, she just didn't have the power behind her attacks and holds to properly break someone's body. That said, she was quite enjoying this fight so far. The wolf was certainly regreting his words now. She could feel him shaking from the pain and the humiliation as his head was forced upwards vis his ear, to stare at the crowd. "So much for being a champi—AGH!" Her next quip was suddenly halted in its making when a larger hand found her smaller one, and twisted, inwards. She tried to hold on to his ear, trying to make him suffer with his own added left torque of her wrist, thus to his ear, but he managed to twist her wrist so far that she had to let go.
Hell, she had to roll her body to the right to alleviate the pressure. Nearly making her roll of him or be back to back with him. While her other arm released the neck furr of her opponent in favor of trying to free the other hand. It wasn't long until he felt the tug after that. Her world turned upside down before it became a swirling mess as her little noggin crashed into the concrete floor. But thankfully, it wasn't a hard fall. She wasn't that high up. But it still made her hands go limp for a second as she turned into a groaning pile of white fur. But she surged up to her rear and turned around quickly, sitting in front of the wolf's face. "You fuckin' brute! Let. Me! GO!" She said when she noticed that they were still holding hands. Or rather that Riley still had a grip on her smaller body via her wrist. She coiled her strong legs and kicked them out again. Trying to use both of her little feet to escape by pushing and thrusting them into the cheeks and the nose of her opponent. These kicks with his bare paws weren't that powerful as the one that landed on his spine a minute ago, she lacked the momentum now, but they were fast and carried some 'umpf'. It wasn't going to get her back to the lead, but it may disorient the wolf enough that he could slip free. Otherwise, the next few moments of her life would surely suck.
Riley_Carlson:
Even through the pain of his ear getting continuously yanked and his back arched, he could make out something that caught his attention in the foxling’s words. However, before he could dwell on the thought, his paw finally found purchase. And instinctively, it closed tightly on contact. His twist, as expected, caused another surge of pain to shoot through his body when it spun his ear a bit harder, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. It was more important to break his foe’s grip on him as soon as possible to end this damn humiliating treatment!
He felt his opponent’s body twist on his back and he knew he finally had control. That was how he knew this was the time to yank her over his head! He felt IMMEDIATE relief as his body was released and came flopping hard back down to the rough surface of the floor. But this time, he watched as the small fox was brought down to the floor as well, cracking her head on the floor! There was a brief moment of concern that rushed through him that maybe he had pushed a bit too far with that toss, but then this whole biochip stuff passed through his head again. And the realization suddenly passed through him like a flash. Now everything was starting to connect in his head.
But for now, he had a fight to win. Regardless of the situation, he couldn’t let this foxling make him look like a joke. If he let himself get beaten up by this little foxling after all his bragging, he might never hear the end of it. And if he was understanding this whole biochip business correctly…then he was free to go more all out than he usually did. And that thought caused a smirk to form on his muzzle again.By the time he had gotten all of that through his head, however, his opponent had managed to recover from the impact. After all, it wasn’t exactly a huge fall. Still, that moment had given him a chance to make that very important realization. And now, he was ready to continue the brawl. The small foxling had spun around, now in a seated position before him. However, he managed to keep his grip on her arm. Good. He was going to need to make sure he kept that if he wanted to avoid her slipping away from him. If there was one thing he’d learned about her, it was that she was quick, agile and probably more slippery than any opponent he’d ever faced in his previous federation.
Little did he realize, however, that he was about to get that sooner than expected. Her foot was lifted up directly in front of his face. He caught the sight of her sole and paw pads for a brief moment before they were suddenly thrust straight toward his face! Once again, her attacks came too fast to properly react. The best he could do was to allow his body to move on its own; instinctively, his head tilted to the side to avoid taking the shot directly to his snout! Though the shots to his face still caused him to flinch and let out a low, “Oomph!” from the impact! They didn’t have a lot of power to them, but it was enough to momentarily disorient him…and as she tried to pull and twist free, she would find his grip slacking ever so slightly…just enough to slip free…!
However, he wasn’t willing to let her go that easily. Suddenly, his left arm shot up, attempting to snag a hold on her digitigrade leg! He hoped to catch her as her footpaw was pressed into his face, but before it could be recalled and she could slip away completely. If he could manage to do that, a rush of satisfaction would flood his system, and his tail would begin wagging behind him in his excitement. Capturing her was definitely gonna be the start of his comeback!
Upon getting this far, he would not hesitate. He would yank on that leg to try to pull the foxling in closer. And if he could manage that, he would push against the floor with his right arm to lift himself, and then use his legs to kick off the floor himself to do a bit of a lunge so that he could come crashing down on top of Fenix’s body with his full weight and get her pinned to the floor beneath his larger bulk…!
Of course, if she managed to pull her leg back in time to avoid his grab or was able to get free or roll away before he came down on her, she would find herself completely free from his grasp and he’d be worse off than he had been. Still, it was a risk worth taking if it meant possibly trapping her at last! However, if Riley's splash on top of his wily foe was successful, he would have to take a moment to figure out what to do from here. He would press his full weight down on top of her to keep her down as best he could for the moment; he was rather small and light himself for a wolf, so it was a rare occurrence that he got the chance to flaunt a strength, height and weight advantage like this. Finally having somebody beneath him like this, helpless beneath his bulk would be...an exhilarating experience. But at the same time, he knew he couldn't hold the position for long; after all, if she pulled herself free, it could be hard to catch her again. So, he would finally make his move after a few seconds of contemplation.
Riley reached down, sliding his paw beneath himself to try to get a solid grip on the fox and push his paw down onto her chest. Once he could secure her, he would try to lift himself off. He needed to try to make sure she didn't get free though, so he would try to clench his paw into a fist and swing it down as hard as he could, hoping to dig it into the center of her gut in the hopes of winding her and leaving her vulnerable to try to grab by the throat and lift her off of the floor, holding her aloft with a sly, fanged smirk on his face, as though he'd just captured his prey....
Fenix:
The little fox paws hammered down on his face. Rocking his head left and right. She could feel his saliva coating her toe beans as she kicked and pushed against his muzzle. Riley tried to move his head out of the way, but there was just nowhere to go if he intended to keep the fox grounded and trapped. Eventually, her small wrist slipped free, and she planted her foot on his face and pushed herself away with a relieved gasp. Only to turn it into a scared one halfway when she felt the course concrete roll up her hoodie to her little tits as she was dragged back with a grip on her ankle this time. She pushed against his face with all her might, so hard, in fact, that her toes touched his teeth and gums. But there was no way she could escape now. A second later she felt a big hand between her small D cups, pressing her down against the ground as the wolf got on his hands and knees. That source of pain was only momentary as Riley quickly landed a blow on her now clearly visible and exposed tummy. Not even her hoodie was in the way of his full weight crashing down on her core. Since her back was against the ground, the fist could go deeper into the soft belly of the young fox. So deep that the dent was nearly enough for his knuckles to touch her spine. It was like getting hit with a bowling ball. She immediately lost all of her air and let out a single explosive guttural gag.
“GHAAK!" Fox saliva sprayed on the wolf's chest with a force of a power washer. He was lucky that Fenix didn't just throw up her earlier milkshake right there. She couldn't even curl up before the now dominant male hung her in the air with her throat in his grip this time. Her body twitched hard in the air, toes curling and legs crossing as her body tried to reboot her diaphragm, so she could just fucking breathe. But that was hard when a strong grip was also constricting one's throat. Her eyes rolled, and her slack little muzzle leaked drool nonstop onto his forearm. The crowd stopped cheering for a second, but for a second only. Then they cheered even harder. If Fenix hadn't been too preoccupied with the agony, and had the capacity to think, she would have been so disappointed.
Looks like the crowd didn't really care who hurt who. They were here to watch someone getting destroyed. It didn't matter who it happened to. Fenix's hands gripped the hand of the wolf that was choking her lights out, but there was no way she could do anything there apart from digging her short nails into it. Her once dominant face was a show of pure agony. Her long ears were hung low, and her eyes were half-lided. She was passing out from the lack of air and the pain if she wasn't let go. She wouldn't be out for long though, a few seconds maybe, this was just the start of their fight, but that was a critical combo. He got her, and got her good. Her belly was already bruised to hell from a single hit. She wouldn't have been surprised if she had a slight abdominal collapse there. She would be fine later, the island will patch her up. Or print a new body for her mind if they can. What really mattered was that she got an injury that would taunt her for the rest of the fight. She just hoped that the wolf was not familiar to brutal finishers. Since he came from a place where his opponents health was still a priority. So if she could just handle whatever blow or slam happened next... she still had the chance to turn this around once her willpower pushed through the pain. Cause at the moment, if she could speak, she would just cry in pain at his feet before her pride and anger overrode her other senses.
Riley_Carlson:
Riley held the foxling aloft in his grasp, his fangs glistening in the light. The room had gone silent for a moment, causing the wolf’s gaze to drift to the side; he shifted from his small foe to the people surrounding him. Part of him wondered if they were going to come to her aid or something, eager to see this braggart of a newcomer get pounded into the floor by somebody like this. The room was quiet for no longer than a second, but to this wolf, it felt like an eternity of agony, wondering if he was going to have to start fighting more than her. But to his pleasant surprise, the atmosphere shifted back to what it was before. Loud cheering and stomping and sloshing of drinks. But this time, they were clearly for him.
Riley’s smirk, which had begun to falter for a moment, grew once more. His ears perked up and stood tall as he basked in the glory of the crowd’s cheers, once more feeling in full control…. His mind went back to the previous rings he would fight in, the crowd roaring in approval as he gained the upper paw. And he was gonna treat this the same way he always did. He took a moment to raise the foxling a bit higher into the air with his left arm, like he was showing his prey off to the rest of the room while his right arm raised itself up and flexed for the crowd. His tail was wagging eagerly behind him now as he posed. He was back in those old rings, holding a helpless foe aloft….
After taking a moment to bask in the glory of dominance once more, he reached his right paw over, attempting to grab hold of the hem of her hoodie, raising it up to get a good look at the bruise that was now formed on her belly, observing the damage for a moment. And then, he turned himself around so that she was now facing the majority of the crowd, while his own back was to them. Afterward, he moved to slide the hem of that hoodie down underneath one of the digits of his left paw to keep it up and out of the way. This had the side effect of partially exposing her small breasts as well. And then, his right paw clenched again…and pistoned itself right into her newly exposed belly and really dig into her core! This time, he made sure he kept her aloft so that the entire crowd could see the expression on her face!
“Hah…so, what d’you guys think!?” he called out to the crowd. “I think this one needs to remember who she’s dealing with, right? You guys got any ideas? I’m tryin’ to figure out what to do with her, y’know?~”
Almost right away, he received a cacophony of noise thrown at him. However, some of the things he did make out alarmed him. He definitely heard somebody say to just choke the life out of her. A few would call out to break or snap something vital, like the neck or back. He swore he’d even heard some woman call out that he should sink his fangs into her throat like a true predator. His gaze would shoot to the corner of his eye, the bloodthirsty crowd’s shouts reminded him of the foxling’s earlier words about just what kind of crowd he’d been bragging to.
“Whoa, easy now, why end things so quick?~” Riley called out to the crowd again. “What, just ‘cause your mommas always told you not to play with your food, you’re not gonna have your fun?” Well, he supposed he’d asked. And he was supposed to give a crowd what they wanted; it was what he was trained to do as a former professional championship wrestler. But for now, he shelved the idea.
Riley then turned back toward the room, taking a good look around. He needed to make this quick. He could feel the drool on his arm and knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. And he wasn’t ready for her to pass out just yet. Finally, he spotted the bar and grinned to himself. He stepped up to it, still clutching the foxling tightly. He brought his right arm up, sweeping everything on the table to the floor before moving to climb up on top of the edge of it himself. Then, he raised his left arm–Fenix still stuck in his grasp, on the verge of passing out–and attempted to spike her down, chokeslamming her down on top of the bar itself!
Following that, and the explosion of cheers that he would get in response, he would pop his arms back up again, flexing once more for the room! But Riley wasn’t done yet; once he had her down, he would lift his footpaw upward, moving to plant it firmly on top of her face, pressing down and smoosh her face into the wooden bar, really rubbing his paw pads against her as he towered over her, continuing to flex for the cheering crowd.
If all of this was successful, a few long seconds later, he would shift his foot, attempting to slide her right off of the bar and send her collapsing down to the floor below. He smirked down at her from his perch.
“Now, let me show you one of my signatures that helped win me that belt~” he called out to the crowd. He looked down at the fox below, getting a good judge of the distance…and then spun around and began to crouch. The rush of adrenaline was pumping through his system at this point. And the idea of getting to show this off so soon got him excited. He crouched down…. “I call this one the Full Moon.” Finally, he leaped and performed a backflip into the air, spinning a couple of times before he would try to come crashing down, landing his torso down on top of hers with a massive moonsault splash from above, to crush her into the floor beneath him…!
If this move would land, he would wince and huff a bit; he was swiftly reminded of how the wrestling mats would soften the impact of such a move on himself. Still, he wouldn’t let that bother him for long…and he would simply shift his weight so that he was on his side, his left armpit pressing down onto her chest to keep her pinned while his right would flex overhead.
Fenix:
Fenix was shaking wildly in that choke now. Her legs tried to coil around that arm to elevate the pressure a bit, but she was running on fumes. That gut punch squeezed too much air out of that small body for her to properly resist a choke like this. She was soon dangling in that grip like a marionette with its strings cut. She was vaguely aware of the cold air licking at her abused core and the underside of her small tits before the next punch rocked her core. "Ghak…" The reaction… was not much. Just a slight wet gag that pushed the rest of the spittle out of her muzzle, along with the last of her air. Her now teary eyes rolled back, and the orange orbs disappeared between the half-lidded eyelids of hers. She was right on the verge of blackness. Then, after a few shifting motions from the wolf, she got the sweet release from the abusive world and succumbed to the pain of getting chokeslammed against the hardwood of the bar table.
There was a loud CRACK, and it was uncertain if it came from the wood or the skull of the fox. Although a thin line of blood started to slowly ooze out from behind her right ear, it slightly pooled up on the counter, filling the cracks of the now slightly broken table, before dripping towards the ground below. She was out and looking practically fucking dead on the counter. The ragged breathing of hers and the wild occasional twitches were the only signs of the foxling being alive. Her arms and legs hung off the sides of the counter as the wolf started to force her face against the now bloody wood. He pushed so hard that she was practically swallowing his toes at times. If Riley would have just left her there, it would have taken hours for her to wake up after a gut punch + choke + slam combo like that. She wasn't big on endurance. All her power was in her legs, speed, and determination. But it was hard to harness that when the mind was blacked out. But then, Riley put a foot under her hitching torso and pushed her off the countertop. The small fox's head hit a stool, and she flipped in the air before her body hit the ground with her ass first, and then after a few seconds of twitching, she limply fell backward, making her end up in a laid-out, snow angel position. It was a nasty fall, but it did achieve one thing… it woke her up.
It wasn't a sudden wake-up, though. First, she just groaned on the floor for a few seconds, then her eyes slowly opened and then closed shut from the pain hitting her hard. Her head and tummy were aching so hard that she nearly blacked out again. She whimpered and couldn't believe how fast the wolf got the upper hand over her. Then, her ears focused on the chanting of the crowd.
"SQUASH HER! SQUASH HER!"
Her eyes flew wide as she realized that the fight wasn't over. She wasn't in a state of just standing up; every motion from her upper body sent pain flaring up in her core. So when she rolled to her stomach and pushed her hands under her, she collapsed right there. So instead, she kicked her legs around; after a few desperate kicks, she found the bar and kicked off against it, making her roll to the side. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of a heavy body meeting hard concrete and air whooshing out of someone's lungs behind her. Riley just plunged into the hard floor instead of her soft body. She didn't have the power to taunt, nor to follow up though. Not right now. But after a collapse like that… she doubted he would just surge up. Fenix crawled like a worm towards one of the turned-over stools and used it to pull herself up onto her shaking legs. She turned around and tried to determine Riley's state after that hard fall. If he was knocked out, she could wake him up by sending wild kicks to his ribs and face until she was too exhausted to properly continue. Or if she was awake, then she could KO him with a leg scissors hold on his neck, with wild hammer blows to the temple.
Riley_Carlson:
Riley had this in the bag. His opponent was down, and clearly completely out. He had to admit, there was a brief flash of concern for his foe when he saw the red beginning to leak from her head. Normally, that was a sign that the match should be nearing its end when it was so bad that it was starting to pool. However, then he recalled what she’d mentioned earlier, about biochips and the deathmatch rules of this place…. And he allowed a flash of relief to rush through his system. It wasn’t something he was used to…but he supposed he was going to have to get used to it at some point. And it meant that his concern was unwarranted. And with her in the condition she was in, this fight was over.
Or so he thought at least. As he moved to obey the crowd’s bloodthirsty cries, he leaped into the air…only to see a bit of movement below. His eyes widened as his backflip finished…and suddenly, there was nobody beneath him. Instead of crashing down painfully on top of the little foxling, he was met with hard concrete as he crashed into the floor with no furred critter to cushion his fall!
WHUMP! “HOOMPH!”
Riley gasped as his body immediately collapsed to the floor! The air immediately rushed from his lungs as the rest of his body came crashing down to join him. He let out a low, pained groan as his body instinctively pushed itself…and slowly, weakly rolled onto his back to get a better, yet still very blurry look around him. His head fell to the side, watching the foxling slowly rise with the assistance of a nearby seat. But then…there was nothing. His body laid flat on his back, arms limbs sprawled on the floor, unmoving for the time being. He had wound up taking himself out, even if only for a moment. Still, that moment was no doubt going to end up being one of the most humiliating things that had happened to him so far in his career. All that boasting and posturing, the confidence…all for him to splat on the floor and take himself out.
Luckily, Riley was not out for very long. Even without outside interference, he would have woken up quickly enough. But a sudden, sharp pain forcibly jolted his body awake! And then, another harsh pain, this one’s signal coming from his face! And then a second time! Third! And now back to his chest! In an erratic pattern, his body was convulsing and being forced back an erratic pattern of strikes! Finally, his senses returned to him, allowing him to see what was really going on.
Bam, bam, bam! The foxling was upon him, raining down a flurry of powerful kicks from those practiced, muscled legs of hers! He felt paw pads press into his body, shooting pain throughout…and there was something pressed against his back. The wolf was surprised to realize that “something” was the bar behind him. His body had been forced backward until his body was practically pinned up against the bottom of the bar, getting smashed into it again and again by the continuous rain of footpaws! In the heat of the moment, alarmed at having been jolted awake by all this pain, he was left flustered. He felt pain in a number of places and his mind was being overwhelmed by the speed of her flurry! It was all he could do to raise his arms up, desperately trying to protect his face as her foot continued to find purchase against him, each shot forcing a guttural grunt or gasp of pain to escape his unwilling muzzle.
Unable to think clearly with the kicks coming down at him, all he could do was turtle up for now, trying to figure out how to get out of this mess. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but all that did was allow another embarrassing grunt of pain cutting his words off. He tried to reach out and snatch her leg like before, but all that did was cause that foot to fly past his guard and strike him right in the cheek again! By the second, however, he could feel those kicks slamming into him; he needed to hope that she either ran out of stamina for her kicks soon…or an idea crossed his mind on what to do to stop her. But for the time being, he seemed to be completely on the defensive, flustered, disoriented, unable to respond and completely at the mercy of his much smaller foe…!
If she eventually ran out of energy and the kicks stopped coming...he would still continue to hold his defensive position for a few more seconds...before his body would finally allow him to collapse, gasping and groaning to the floor, weakened by the rough flurry of kicks and stomps and panting hard, blood starting to drip from his muzzle. His body would instinctively curl up a bit, gripping at his newfound bruises and injuries...hoping against hope that nothing was snapped or fractured. But if she decided to finish sooner than that and move on to something else, he would just have to try to figure something out in the moment...! But for now, it was clear that his foe was now in control of the fight once more...and the crowd once more beginning to shift with the tide...
Fenix:
Fenix rubbed the back of her small head, wincing as she felt her paws soak up some blood. She eyed Riley, watching his every move. For a second it seemed like Riley would push through the hard fall. He rolled onto his back, and they made eye contact for a second, but only a second. The fox caught a glimpse of his eyeslids closing above those slightly rolling eyes of his. The albino fennec smiled, it was a rare sight of someone struggling before a KO. Usually it's more instant. She could almost feel some sort of respect towards him. Not many fighters had the willpower to try to fight the calling of unconsciousness and go beyond what their endurance can take. But then she remembered how he stepped on her face after choking her for a solid 30 seconds straight. So she just wanted nothing more than to kick the shit out of him. Then... humiliate him. It was about time Riley got a taste of what fighting and losing on this island really meant. She approached the downed wolf. Riley was still not really moving when she reached him. For some, it may look like he was just taking a breather. But any trained eye could see that this wolf was unconscious. Even if it was only for a couple of seconds.
The small twitches at the tail, calf, fingers and that slack muzzle with that barely visible pink tip poking out between the lips... it was an unmistakable sign of a fighter not actually fighting anymore. But, of course, it was for just a moment. Riley soon let out a groan again, barely audible amidst the cruel chanting of the crowd. They seemed to enjoy the nonstop turn of events. Then she kicked and kicked until her own hind paws were hurting. She felt his skull getting rocked with her small instep. She felt his abs give in under her paw. She felt the rush of air and saliva hitting her body as she kicked again and again, angry at the fact that she didn't feel anything give. Even after she had struck gold numerous times, she was too tired and hurt to effectively hurt him now. Although that didn't mean that Riley wasn't affected. He looked like someone who had just been throotled by someone twice her size. And that fact made her feel realy good. The pathetic mut's back was right against the bar once she finaly stopped after nearly two dozen kicks. She then took a right paw right onto his leaking muzzle. "Gotta hand it to ya, you know some moves darling. Too bad that you can take hits for shit. I knocked you down two times already! Me, the little 'runt'! It's been just minutes!" Said the young fox, while grinding her footpaw across his face. Grinning as she saw his muzzle getting coated with his own crimson-colored saliva. Good, bleed you sonofabitch, she thought.
She then stepped off to sit on his right side, right on his ribs and snaked her legs around his throat. This way his right hand was trapped between his own constricting neck and her strong legs, while his left arm was pretty much out of range of her body. Then she squized. Not strong at first. She wanted to make him feel as helpless as he made her feel. "I could break your neck you now," Squiizeee. "If you had a biochip I would actually do it," Squiiizeeee. "But instead, I will make you experience the other half of the fun here on this island." SQUIIZEEEE. "Which is this~" Said Fenix while she applied slow steady pressure to his neck. She avoided his cartoid artery and targeted his throat instead. She wanted him to suffer and keep her winded, not actually make him pass out. Then she reached back with one hand and slid it under the waistband of his shorts. She soon found the prize. "Impressive darling. You are already half hard. You like getting your ass kicked or something?" she asked. She began to pull it out of hiding and show the screaming crowd what she had found. "Now let's see how long you last, jobber~. I hope you like public humiliation. Because this one will be juicy!" With that, she began to rub it. Moving up and down its length, thumbs playing with the rim and the slowly ever more visible cocktip.
Riley_Carlson:
“Ungh….” Riley groaned. It was his only response as Fenix’s kicks came to a halt and she began mocking him. His body folded on itself slightly, nursing his newfound bruises. Luckily, it seemed like she hadn’t been kicking hard enough to break or fracture anything. But still, those kicks weren’t nothing, especially when so many came raining down at him in such quick succession. But then, that foot descended upon his face. He felt that footpaw come down on top of his face, pressing it into the floor…. He scowled, glaring up at the short fox standing tall over him…. His ears folded back along his head a bit as he heard her words, his face flushing slightly; they were humbling at best…downright humiliating at worst. To find himself down like this multiple times by someone so small….
Suddenly, Riley flinched again as he felt that foot grind into his cheek, really digging into him! His paws instinctively reached up to grip at her foot, attempting to lift it off and alleviate the pressure! But no sooner had he finally gotten his grip that she had swiftly kicked his paws away and stepped off of him again. But before he could think to try to roll away or rise again, she turned around and brought her rear down on top of his body! He grunted as her small frame plopped itself right on top of one of his fresh bruises. But more alarmingly was the fact that her legs were extending out toward him…and soon, they were snaking around his neck, pulling and locking him into a headscissors grip! Instinctively, he attempted to move his arms to pry her legs off of him…only for it to occur to him only now the extent of her positioning. She had made it so that his arms had become effectively useless…! His eyes widened in shock as he realized his position. He was in serious trouble!
And then she began to squeeze. He gasped as her legs came together around his throat! At first, it wasn’t much; but it was enough to send the message. Especially after her next set of words…. A threat, in a way. And he realized that she was right. She was in the perfect position to simply…end him. Right here and now.
“N-no, y-you wouldn’t-UGHK!.” he managed to gag out as his countenance paled in fear, only to be cut off at the end of his declaration as she began to put a stronger squeeze on his throat!. His body thrashed a bit, desperately trying to free his arms, but it was to no avail. He had very little leverage, and her legs were stronger than her body made her seem. She had him completely locked in. And suddenly, he felt certain of it. His fate lay in the paws of a foxling half his size that he had spent a good portion of their interaction mocking. Luckily for him, though, she wasn’t so brutal. Her next line sent a wave of relief through his system…but it was only momentary before those thighs squeezed even tighter, practically pulling his face up against her crotch! The move caused another gag from the wolf, as well as a return of his flush of embarrassment.
At this point, he couldn’t even manage words. She would alternate between speaking and squeezing tighter and tighter, causing his body to tense up, his fur to flare up and stand on end, his ears to fold back even more than before…all while he tried to properly assess what she was saying. Though his difficulty with breathing was making that difficult. Unfortunately for him, though, he wouldn’t have long to wonder what this “other half of the fun” was. He watched her lean backwards…. He was confused…until he felt her paw starting to slide down his abs and breach the hem of his shorts. He tried to open his maw and threaten her, warn her that she better not even THINK about doing anything! …But all that escaped was another pained, choking gasp.
More taunting…and at this point, his face was a bright red. He WAS already getting hard from the fight thus far, and that sight was now being pulled right out of his shorts for the entire crowd to see. The excited roars and screams of the crowd reached a fever pitch as he was exposed right there by this foxling! His tail instinctively moved to tuck between his legs as she continued to mock him and play with him while the crowd watched. There was a part of him that wanted to simply roll over and surrender now. He had never felt so humiliated in his entire life. Between his exposure, being called a jobber by THIS foxling of all foes…and now, he was being rubbed down. Perhaps, if he just let her have her way with him, this whole thing could be over and he could get the hell out of here….
But his fangs clenched. No. He couldn’t let that happen. He didn’t know how many residents were on this island, but there was a good chunk of people here right now. If he rolled over and played dead for her, he had no doubt his reputation would spread throughout the entire federation overnight. He would never get taken seriously again! No, he had to fight back…find some way to get out of this…! H-he just…wasn’t sure how to do that. And between pleasure of being rubbed out–amplified by the choking she was also inflicting–as well as the actual constriction of his throat, pulling him deeper and deeper into her crotch…. What could he…?
Then, a realization struck him. He was pulled in close to her crotch…. Maybe…maybe there was something he could do after all…. Desperately…he did the one thing he never thought he would do from this position: He willfully re-opened his maw. He attempted to sink his fangs into her shorts; not deep enough to pierce the fur and flesh below…just enough to get the fabric caught on his fangs. However, this normally simple task was proving difficult. The pain and pleasure was starting to get mixed in his head as his cock began to twitch and throb a bit in Fenix’s grasp. As his rod came to full mast, the strange sensations began to cloud his mind…. But still, he was determined to get out of this, no matter what he had to do.
Fenix:
The choking and moaning wolf between her legs was an instant turn-on. The more and more he was squirming under her with a throbbing cock in her palm… the more Fenix's own arousal spiked. She was certain that the wolf could smell her feminine arousal now. "Hope you don't mind me grinding one out on your slack face once you cum and I choke you out. Nah-ah! Don't pout! Letting the winner use your body after a fight is the best deal you get around here, wolf pup! You DON'T want to know about the alternatives." She said, knowing full well that mutilations, executions, or even enslavement were entirely possible here if the winner is cruel enough. And it usually was… She had to take some pills before fights as a precaution if her enemy tried to breed her. Such dangers of course, weren't going to befall the wolf, but the folks here were as brutal as they were creative. They would find a way to make him suffer in the long run. Fenix didn't consider herself that mean, though. Or at least not that evil. She had her own sick fantasies about reducing one's self-worth to nothing, but it usually ended there. She fought on this island to get fame so her parents, who abandoned her when she was just a pup, would notice her if she was in the news as a champion. So it was in her best interest not to get such a vile reputation. Even so, this wolf needed to be taught a lesson. Not just because she still felt his paw on her throat or that he made her bleed… but also for his sake. It's best if the pain and humiliation come from her rather than someone twice her size who doesn't know restraint against an opponent who doesn't have the biochip yet.
"Don't worry, dude; you just have to let go and enjoy a ride. Just cum to your heart's content and go to sleeaaAAGGGHH!!" She screamed as his sharp fangs embedded themself into her soft, puffed-up pussy folds. As a result, her palm around his member also tightened, painfully so. Which made the wolf to gasp out and bite on her sex even harder. This was a vicious cycle that was only ended when her legs also closed harder around his neck, prompting the wolf to open his muzzle on pure instinct to breathe in air... or rather in this case, the potent smell of her arousal. She took that chance to get off him and roll around the ground, holding her vagina in pain with drawn-up legs. After a good 5 seconds, she got on her knees and pulled her shorts down a little. She dried her teary eyes with her furry forearm and inspected the damage. Thankfully it wasn't much, just scrapes on her soft pink flesh. Her long ears pressed against her nape upon the realization that the crowd started whistling and taking pics at the sight. "Oh, fuck off! Stop fucking staring freaks!" She yelled at them. Then she realized that for the past 10 seconds, she didn't even look at her opponent. With her shorts still down and still on her knees, she whipped her head back towards him, hoping that he didn't recover just yet.
Riley_Carlson:
Riley groaned and gasped as he was strangled by those thighs…and his sensitive nose picked up on the arousal of his foe as she continued to choke him out and stroke him off. As she continued to taunt him, he was tempted to surrender to her threats, “enjoy the ride” as she put it. End the humiliation as quickly as possible and let her use his body however she pleased. But it was at that point that his defiant mind fought back and brought him back to reality. He pushed through the scent of arousal and sank his fangs into the fox’s folds! He let out a muffled yelp as a sudden pain shot through his own loins when her own grip tightened on his own hard member! But it was fine; he was confident in his pain tolerance and endurance. He could surely outlast this little foxling…!
However, as it happened, his idea backfired massively. Not only was she crushing his cock in her paw…but he soon began to feel her thighs close more powerfully than before, completely CRUSHING his throat! He had no choice but to allow his maw to immediately loosen as he was forced to gag and gasp for air…unintentionally inhaling her scent in the process! Immediately, his sensitive olfactory senses were overwhelmed as he breathed in her heat! Thankfully, she released him and rolled away, so he didn’t pass out on the spot. He supposed he was right about one thing, then; his pain tolerance allowed him to outlast her if she was so eager to get away from him.
As she released his body and moved away, he immediately succumbed, dropping to the floor and groaning, gasping…and trying to shake off the scents he’d just inhaled. However, the longer he laid here, essentially mostly bare for the leering, jeering and cheering crowd…something within him began to awaken. Her scent, mixed with the pleasure that he’d experienced with her choking him out and beating him off…. His tail began to wag, tongue lolling from his mouth as he began to pant. He could feel it…he was on now. Before, he had been eager to do little more than beat this foxling up for embarrassing him at the start. But now, after all of that….
He knew he wanted more.
He snarled and rolled over onto his feet. He didn’t bother reaching down to grope at his aching cock. He endured the pain; he didn’t even so much as cover himself again. He saw the crowd’s attention was mostly on the little vixen anyway. And seeing her like that only made him all the more interested.
A full ten seconds passed…and Riley was now lunging forward, ears back as used his full, larger and stronger body to CRASH completely into her! His intent? To slam her as heavily as he could into the floor beneath him! He would lift his right fist up, gripping her by the shoulder and swinging forward, slugging her in her left cheek! Hopefully, a strike like that would keep her preoccupied with recovering for a moment. And with that, he would move to stand up, seizing her by the nape of her neck. He would eye her up and down for a moment…suddenly, looking hungrier now. His lolled tongue licked out across his lips as his tail waved about behind him.
“Ya shouldn’ta did all that,” he growled at the vixen. He was no longer looking at her like an opponent. “I didn’t know we played those kindsa games here. And now you’ve given me all that…I’m thinking I might want some more. But this time….” He narrowed his gaze, bringing his face closer to hers, huffing as his warm breath washed over her face. He whispered toward her large ears. “We play by MY rules.”
And then, without waiting for any kind of response, he moved to spin her head over paws, turning the small fox upside-down in his grip. His arms coiled around hers like an upside-down bearhug. “Hah. Y’know, in a way I should thank you. I’m not the strongest guy,” he admitted. “I don’t usually get to be the strength guy. And now, you’re giving me a golden opportunity here. I should really take full advantage of it~” And with that, she would suddenly feel his cock, still hard from being rubbed earlier, press up against her right cheek as she hung there.
"And you left me a bit unsatisfied before. What say we…finish it off right?~” And with that, he reached his right paw down, leaving his left to keep her snared and pressed flush up against his own pecs and abs. His right paw gripped at her jaw…and moved to pry it open and prevent her from biting down. And from there, he attempted to force hard cock down into her small muzzle, forcing it down as deep and brutally as he could, uncaring how she choked on him…!
However, that wasn’t his only plan. With a slight smirk and another lick of his lips…he leaned his own upper body down, pressing his face into her folds…and stuck his tongue deep into her body. With luck, the tables will have completely turned as he was now the one fully in control of fucking his foe right here in front of everyone…!
Fenix:
Her fingers careseed her tender flesh between her tights. Her folds were rather puffed up now. Such a back and forth fight with those body contacts always riled her up. It was a rookie mistake, getting horny during the fight. It leaves fighters open for rather nasty overwhelming sensations if the opponent catches that distinct smell of arousal from them. With that thought, suddenly her nostrils flared as she smelled that before mentioned pheromon. At first, she thought it was from the crowd. After all, they had just seen a smaller female choke a larger male while working his cock after nearly getting finished off. So she could really blame someone if they fapped to that. But the smell didn't originate from the crowd in front of him. It was coming from behind him, accompanied by angry, lustful pants. Fenix surged up, not even bothering to cover her exposed sex, but she was slower now, that beating she had taken caught up with her now, every joint of hers hurt from those hard falls she suffered. So that heavy meat torpedo that was the wolf crashed neatly into her. "Ghmm... ghhmm...ghk... get... off...! GHAK!" She squirmed under him as his larger, stronger, heavier body overpowered hers. The albino shivered at the feeling of his heavy breathing against her neck, but before she could realize just how screwed she was... a fist knocked her senses out. She wasn't KO-d, but came really fuckikg close to it. Her eyes rolled as her jaw went numb with the punch, making her drool right away like a broken pipe. The only thing that saved her from a broken jaw was her opponent's exhaustion, not his mercy. Her vision flickered in and out, she saw the world in pictures, before her eyes, finally focused on the wolf's own. What she saw wasn't the wolf she had been fighting before. Not that clueless asshole, but rather those mean, mercyless males on this island who got a hold of her after she was beaten down.
“Don't touch me...f-freak!!" Her words meant to sound threatening but came out as frightened instead. Her eyes widened, and her ears folded as she saw a different person in front of her. Then, the world tilted and blood rushed to her head, making her dizziness even worse. For a second she thought she would get spiked into the hard floor, but something far worse happened. Her drooling cheeks were right against his already drilling penis as she was held there upside down instead, small breast against his abs. Her legs draped over her, small soles with their curling toes facing the ground, while she tried to push her body away and turn her face to the opposite direction where his cock wasn't right in front of her face. She just hoped that since the wolf was from a civil society, where getting just a boner would get him a disapproving look, he would have second thoughts about taking advantage of her. But she had given a taste of this, told him how it was NATURAL on this island.... yeah, she was screwed alright.
"N-no! Let go, let go, let gohhkk!" Two fingers thrusted inside her maw mid-sentence, while a thumb pressed against her bleeding nose. That formed a grip around her upper muzzle, and then he pulled up, making her open her maw as wide as it could go. Her tongue trashed around wildly for a second before a cock pushed it deep back inside her throat. No more sounds came from the fox after that. At least not words. Just wet gurgling, choking sounds as the cock made her slim throat increase in volume as the wolf's penis was pushed in as far as it could go. Her chin was literally rested on top of base. She should have finished it when he was down. She should have broken his fucking neck! She wouldn't have been choking on his cock now while her hody was held upside down in a modified bearhug position. Her tears flowed as freely now as her pre-cum-stained droll from her muzzle, making the crowd go wild as they pointed their clawed fingers at her face. But she couldn't feel ashamed, she just wanted to pass out. Wanted it to end... just wanted to be able to breathe. But the wolf just started. Her body folded into a C shape as his own maw found her swollen pussy. That reactivated her right away.
Her legs trashed around while her hands hit against his biceps and tried to pry away his hand that held her maw open for his cock. She will bite that thing off if she has to! But, of course, it didn't really matter. The wolf could ragdoll her in any way he wanted. Plus, the lack of air was an issue, her hands started slipping from his bicpes and her trashing slowed as the seconds ticked by. She tried to think so hard. What did she have that could help her? She thought back to the time when she almost won. Maybe she could replicate that! So she snakes her legs around his neck once more, forcing his licking, sucking maw right against her clit, depriving him of air too. Then she willed her tongue to swirl around his girth, inside her mouth. She knew that she was behind in choking him out. But she had a few advantages. For one, this male was pent-up. That was obvious from a rock-hard cock, spearing her throat. Second, he should be more inexperienced. Not in sex, in that she was sure he had more. But on the forced side of things. Fenix was beaten and abused loads of times here on this wretched island. That made her more resilient about this sort of stuff. But Riley? He probably only experienced this kind of thing when his lay was more dominant then him. These two scenarios were two different things. One wanted you to have fun, the other didn't. She just hoped she was right, and could overwhelm him, because her vision was already darkening.
Riley_Carlson:
Riley’s smirk widened as he held his foe in close, stuffing her maw! However, as he held her in place, his ears twitched…causing the wolf to hesitate for a brief moment. He couldn’t see her face, so her expression didn’t catch his attention…but rather, it was the crowd itself that his senses had latched onto. He paused for a brief moment as he observed the crowd. They were cheering and jeering; that much was expected. But he saw them…pointing down at the foxling on his rod, some making mocking gestures that he didn’t immediately understand. His gaze narrowed and he turned his attention back down to the foxling…and for a brief moment, he wondered if perhaps he was pushing this whole thing a bit too far…? The fearful, panicked sounds and cries she had made earlier, combined with the way the crowd was reacting…. This was truly nothing like the fights he’d experienced where he came from. But maybe he had let himself get riled up by the crowd too quickly…?
Riley’s hesitation would cost him, however. He blinked one more time…and the foxling had shot back to life again! He suddenly felt those legs snake around his neck once again, squeezing him in that powerful headscissors grip once more! This time, however, his snout was forcibly pulled in, her pussy pressing firmly against him and immediately overwhelming his senses! He immediately panicked, trying to pull his head back and off of her crotch, but it was to no avail. He was completely stuck in place…! And to make matters worse, he felt her tongue suddenly start skillfully–clearly with practiced talent–begin to swirl around and stroke at his length in her maw! If he could breathe, he would have gasped in shock!
In his panic, Riley pushed against his opponent again, trying to get his face out of her clit, but it was a fruitless endeavor. Just like before, his face was helpless against her leg strength! His body stumbled as he tried to pull himself free, only to trip over the same overturned chair he had originally fallen over at the start of this fight! He fell over with a grunt, hitting the floor once more on his back with the foxling pressing down on top of his body! His head fell back, body arching slightly as he felt the pleasure quickly begin to mount while she worked him over! And of course, the fact that he was starting to suffocate on her pussy was only making things harder on him. He huffed and panted into that clit while his cock throbbed and twitched in her muzzle! He even let out a muffled moan, lost and captured in her folds….
As it would turn out, Fenix was unknowingly right; this was not a style of fighting he was used to. He had not been caught like this before…and his struggles were fading fast. He could feel the fog starting to creep into his mind, his eyes starting to blur…. His cock tensed, clenching itself and struggling to keep its load trapped inside…but he could feel that the dam was starting to burst…! All he could do was grip her fur tighter, sliding his paw down to the back of her head to shove her down more firmly against his cock! If he couldn’t pull free, he only had one chance: to force her to pass out before he did. But with each passing second, his grip loosened while he was pushed closer and closer to going over the edge…
Fenix:
Saliva and pre-leakage from the albino's muzzle onto the wolf's calves and toes. She was fading, slowly passing out on that cock. But it wasn't the first time a bigger opponent used her like this. That said, she didn't expect that this newcomer would be this eager to shove his pecker down her throat, especially not this deep. Her eyes rolled, but she kept sucking and licking his shaft like a popsicle. She even hugged his hips so he could just pull her to the ground or pull her lighter weight off. She must have done something right, because Riley fell like a sack of potatoes and landed on the floor unceremoniously. He was also having troubles breathing from her own sex. The smaller fighter felt her mound getting spread apart to accommodate his muzzle, while his clit was right against his chin, getting stimulated by his gaping mouth and his choked, warm wheezes. She felt him getting weaker and weaker; she got this! She wo-!
"GHAKK!!! "GHKK!"
Fenix suddenly gagged hard as the sudden yet firm hand of her opponent shoved her head down deeper. Her noose was pressed right against his ballsack while the tip of his cock was deep in her throat. She couldn't bob her head; she couldn't even lick the sensitive ring of it anymore. The only thing that stimulated the wolf was the tightness of her throat and that constricting gag reflex firing nonstop. The crowd soon grew silent for the fox, despite the fact that the crowd was actually louder than before. Chanting their names and lewd comments like "Cum down her throat!" or "Come on, girl! Snap his neck!"
But she didn't hear them. A constant ringing noise filled her ears as her hands went limp near his sides. Her legs instinctively bucked and squeezed against him, but that was weakening too. Fenix could feel Riley's hands slipping from her head, but she was too weak to even get off him. For a solid minute, they just stayed there, choking on each other's sex and pre. Then the small fox's lungs ran out of air; her already white eyes disappeared under her heavy eyelids as they slowly closed, leaving only a slight opening for her whites. Her mind screamed for air as her beaten body spasmed on top of his. The last thing she felt was something warm going down her mouth, clogging the last bit of free space for air in her narrow throat. Not much movement came from the fox after that. Her legs grew limp on his head; she didn't even feel her own cum gushing out from her pussy. Drowning the wolf with her puffed-up folds and forced-out love juices. She remained there, passed out, cock still in her esophagus.
The only thing that saved Fenix from suffocation was her position, since after a while, his cum could leak out from her throat and muzzle, then onto the floor. None of them moved for a while. But with her only getting a small portion of air, it was obvious who would get up first to end the fight.
Riley_Carlson:
Riley moaned into the foxling’s clit. He could do little more, as his mind continued to grow hazier and hazier. He felt her working his shaft, bringing him closer and closer to his climax! His eyelids grew heavy, his limbs slacking. He could hear some kind of noise being shouted at him from around, but nothing was coming in properly. It was all just white noise at this point, too loud to properly make sense of…. Or perhaps it was simply that in his fogged state, so close to the brink, that he had no way to understand anything anymore.
“Hnghk…! Ullghk…mmnphk…ulllp…!” Riley could utter nothing more than gasping moans as his muzzle was trapped in her folds, unable to breathe in anything but Fenix and her essence. This was a battle of attrition…but he was no longer confident it was one he could win, especially as he felt the foxling’s desperate squeezing of those legs grow stronger and stronger! The best he could do was press down on the back of her head as hard as he could, hoping against hope to choke her out before she got the best of him. All he needed was to feel those legs go slack and he could finally let himself burst! However, his grip grew weaker and weaker with each passing moment; surely it wouldn’t be long until she found herself capable of breaking his hold.
Finally, his own body began to shake and spasm on the floor beneath the foxling. He squirmed and thrashed, desperately trying to free his face from her headscissors and folds as his lungs finally began to run out of supply. He groaned…and soon, he found himself unable to hold her any further. His arms went limp, releasing their grip at last. However, it seemed as though luck had finally found him. Even as his limbs let go…she didn’t seem eager to rise off of him. Whether she didn’t want to at this point because of the stimulation or she wasn’t ABLE to wasn’t entirely clear. Not that it mattered in his current state of mind. The only thoughts able to stay in his head were regarding the overwhelming scent of her sexual assault…and the fact that he could now feel the pleasure at his own roaring at him, begging for release…!
And finally, it happened. He let out one final, muffled moan into Fenix’s folds…before his dam finally burst! Ropes of hot, sticky seed finally erupted from his body, directly into the foxling’s throat! His eyes rolled back as this feeling completely overwhelmed his oxygen-deprived self…but that wasn’t what ended him. Little did he know, the foxling had reached her own climax, and he was suddenly finding himself gagging, flooded with her essence! It was at this point that his body became completely overwhelmed…and he collapsed. The wolf’s body fell completely limp beneath his foe…unaware that around that very same moment, he was finally released from that devastating headscissors…allowing his head to fall back and free itself from its confines, causing more foxling juice to drip and fall on top of his face and upper chest….
There the two remained as the crowd began to explode uproariously! No doubt this was going to become a topic of ridicule for some time; the two pathetic fighters having passed out on each other’s sexual instruments, finding mutual defeat.
However, due to being let free, the wolf’s consciousness returned to him relatively quickly, in a matter of a few minutes; he had merely blacked out temporarily. He groaned, lifting his head up. His vision was blurred, barely able to make out the shapes of his surroundings. His ears twitched, his right folded down while his other perked itself up slightly. He felt around with his paws until he could figure out how to place his palms on the flooring and tried to push himself up into a seated position.
It was at that point that he felt something shift on top of him, causing him to look down. And there he saw the foxling, laying limp on top of him…her muzzle still caught on his rod. His eyes widened in shock…as he began to finally make out the laughter and mockery going on around him. The wolf flushed a bit as he began to piece together what had happened…. He growled and finally reached down, gripping his foe by the nape of her neck and finally pulling her off of him completely. He looked down at her unconscious form. Does this mean…he technically won? He was the first one up again, after all. Yet…deep down, he didn’t exactly feel triumphant. His face flushed in his humiliation as the situation came flooding back to his memory, trapped in her strong legs, forced to eat her out and drink her essence….
He reached down, grabbing hold of the unconscious foxling. He looked down at Fenix, wondering what he should do with her. Another quick glance down told him something at least. He lifted her limp body off of the floor…and began to rub her face against his cock, thrusting against it a bit. He used her fur to try to clean himself off a bit from what had stained his own fur.
Once he was done using her face like a rag, he unceremoniously tossed her back down onto the floor on her back. He would then lift his foot, plant it firmly on top of her chest, rubbing and grinding down on her a bit. He would really push his paw down into her body…. He knew that she wasn’t actually feeling any of this, nor could she know what was happening at all. But still, after all of this humiliation, it felt good to use her body like this.
He contemplated doing something more to her…but in his current state, he wasn’t sure what more to do. Finally, he decided to simply…get the hell out of this place. After a bit, he stepped off of her and reached down, grabbing hold of the foxling’s tail…and starting to drag her out of the hall, looking to perhaps find some place where they weren’t being jeered at, away from the constant roaring and prying eyes watching their every move. He could hear the laughter, ignoring the words of the onlookers completely. Some threw suggestions at him, others were mocking him for acting so tough despite succumbing to her. He scowled and bit his lip…not wanting to give them a reason to lash out at him. He simply kept his head down…and walked out, his face a bright red as he walked out the door.
END?
Published: 8 days ago, viewed 56 times.
Axol Aqualon
7 days agoAbsolutely fucking amazing! Damn, I loved the grittyness of this fight, the grabs and the atmosphere were really fleshed out and I could feel the closeness and the crowd, as well as the evermore humilating nature of the fight as both grew more ragged and tired. I especially liked the ending, it was sensual yet brutal in a knife-stab-twist kinda way, and the way the erotic aspects were handled were just the cherry on top here, marvelous work!
Fenix
7 days ago(In reply to this)
Aww thanks hun! I am happy you liked it, we had so much fun making this :3
Oh, and the ‘question’ mark at the end… might signal that things are not exactly over ;)