“I’m telling you, that fight was an absolute sham!”

  With her rear firmly planted on the green couch, Ema the raccoon continued to rant and rave about her loss to Anne one week prior while showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. Millicent - an alligator with a large scar over her right eye - sat beside her friend, dressed in a plain white shirt and beige shorts one size too big as she listened with crossed arms - the extra roomy feel made it harder for the reptile’s dark green scales to tug at the fabric and felt very comfortable, a very necessary feeling as it wouldn’t distract her from Ema’s chatter. While she stayed patient and nodded along, Aurora the bright white barn owl was very much the opposite as she massaged the bridge of her beak in utter dismay. As if listening to customer complaints weren’t enough, the bird had now been forced to hear that sore loser’s endless rant for hours a day and it was driving her up the wall.

  “Like, I was so damn close to beating that bitch.” Ema said while looking at her hands, as if showing how victory slipped from her grasp. “I almost had that sheep, I even made her cum like the slut she is, but then she cheated and robbed me!”

  Millicent huffed. “Yeah, that sounds rough but you shouldn’t let it bother you this much. You fought a professional fighter after all.”

  “A FORMER pro fighter. She’s past her prime too, so I should have won that.” the raccoon insisted.

  “I don’t know, she didn’t look ‘past her prime’ when she fought that Phals woman.” the alligator mused before showing a brief smile. “But hey, I could be wrong. It’s been some time since I fought professionally myself, so my intuition could be a tad rusty.”

  “Well, then it’s so rusty it’s shedding its gross pieces all over the place.” Ema groaned while rolling her eyes.

  “Ema,” Aurora said, her dulled beak stiff as she struggled to maintain her forced smile, “I think it might be best not to worry about past losses too much. There’s always a risk of losing fights, even professional fighters fall from time to time. The most important thing is to get back on your feet and rise to the occasion so you can-”

  “You don’t get it.” the raccoon groaned before shifting her glance between her two room mates. “Both of you would be complaining JUST as much or even more if you faced that broad yourself.”

  Her bird friend sighed and shook her head. “I was just giving you advice, you don’t need to be so defensive.”

  Millicent scratched her chin. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind squaring off against her.”

  The two snapped their heads in the alligator’s direction. “Huh?”

  “What?” The reptile shrugged. “It might be a fun experience, plus I get to verify Ema’s claims.”

  The raccoon cleared her throat with a stiff smile as a line of sweat trickled down her cheek. “Y-yeah!” She shot up from her seat and slapped Millicent’s shoulder. “Good to see I have SOMEONE that’s willing to share my pain! Let’s go!”

  “Wait, now??” Aurora exclaimed in shock, only to be met with Ema’s blank stare, as if this had been the most natural suggestion in the world. “Won’t Anne get annoyed? I mean, from what you’ve told me, that Emily woman is always on the prowl so pestering her now is a bit…”

  “Eh, if she declines my request then we can all just hang out and get something to eat.” Millicent said with a grin. “My treat of course.”

  Ema’s eyes brightened. “So a win-win then! You better take us to that burger joint you talked to me about the other day!”

  “Sure, we could go there.” Millicent looked at the owl. “By the way, there’s no pressure for you to come with us. If she declines my request, I’ll just hit you up with a call.”

  While it was tempting to stay home and wait, Aurora also didn’t want to miss out as she straightened her modest white shirt and navy blue skirt with a smile. “No, I’ll be coming with you two. This sounds really fun.”

  Sometime later, when the trio reached the GROWTH headquarters together, Ema’s description turned out to be spot on as they spotted a hooded figure pacing about the entrance. Wearing a grey shorts and a sleeveless hoodie of the same color, Emily stalked the building’s doorsteps with both hands shoved inside her jacket’s pockets and as she leaned forward slightly. The hoodie’s zipper was open from the chest down to reveal a red top with visible cleavage and her red and white sports shoes made a faint sound as she turned to walk in the opposite direction. She was certainly persistent like Ema had said and when the two friends turned to the raccoon to ask more about the cheetah, she had already approached her.

  “‘Sup, Sour Apples.” Ema said with a lazy wave.

  Emily’s swishing tail came to a halt and she turned to look over her shoulder with a face of disgust. “You can’t be serious…”

  “Well duh.” She pointed at the cheetah’s chest. “It’s wild that you actually go around trying to show off those sour apples as if they’re anything special.”

  An angry vein knotted on Emily’s forehead. “You’re in NO position to point out chest sizes when you’ve got none.”

  “HUUUUH?!” The angered raccoon gestured at her flat chest. “I’ve got two perfectly fine breasts here you blind alley cat!”

  “A-ALLEY CAT!!??” the cheetah snapped. “You must be a fucking masochist or something if you’re so eager to start another fight with me!”

  “Bring it, bitch!” Ema puffed her chest. “I’ve become stronger since last time, your whole speed gimmick won’t do shit to me!”

  Before the conflict could brew even further, Millicent walked by and hooked her large log-like arm around Ema’s body and carried her away like she was a piece of luggage - when Aurora passed, she gave Emily an apologetic bow before following her taller friend up the stairs. Once she had finished climbing the staircase, Millicent put the raccoon down as if she was some frail pup and watched as a black vortex formed by the entrance before a tall white dog dressed in a black ninja outfit rose from the ground with slouched shoulders. The alligator gave Shiro a curt nod and moved to walk past him together with Aurora, though Ema took this moment to look over her shoulder at Emily before sticking her tongue out at the cheetah, then turned to enter. However, before the raccoon could get the opportunity to enter together with her friends, the ninja bodyguard stepped in front of her with a raised sign showing a [✋️] emoji, annoying her.

  “Oh come on!” Ema snapped while throwing her hands up in disbelief. “Are you STILL butthurt about those damn scribbles? How petty could you be?”

  Shiro only stared at the raccoon with those cold, emotionless eyes, not even raising a sign in response.

  The raccoon sweated, put off by the ninja’s unsettling aura. “D-dude, chill. It’s not that serious.”

  Still no response, he only stared.

  “Look, I only came here to see my friend fight-” She suddenly pointed at one of the neighbouring buildings, prompting Shiro’s eyes to slowly drift in that direction. “Hey, what’s that??!!”

  Just as Ema was about to make a mad dash past GROWTH’s security guard in a reckless gambit - unaware that the ninja was still attentive enough to intercept her -, Aurora turned back from the entrance with a heavy sigh and grabbed her friend’s wrist. Shiro’s eyes turned to Aurora for a moment, then at the hand holding the would-be intruder’s wrist, then gave the bird’s large breasts a swift glance before looking ahead. Though he was glad Ema’s friend intervened before he had to do anything, Shiro was still upset that the raccoon scribbled on his precious sign in the past and was hoping this would give him enough of a reason to beat her up as payback. Nevertheless, despite having robbed him of the opportunity to exact his payback, the ninja opted to mentally forgive Aurora - he always had a soft spot for big-breasted women after all.

  “Well, looks like this is where we part for now.” Aurora said with a forced smile as she looked at Millicent. “You continue without us, I’ll watch over our little felon in the meantime.”

  An angry vein formed on Ema’s forehead as she was pulled away from the entrance. “I’m NOT little!!”

  Down by the foot of the staircase, Emily looked up at the raccoon with a big, shit-eating grin. “Aww, was the security too much for the trash panda to handle?”

  Ema’s ears twitched. “What did you just call me??!!”

  “Did I stutter?” The cheetah placed both hands on her hips. “Trash panda. Are those ears just for decoration or did you take so many hits to the head you turned half deaf?”

  The canine did a mad dash down the stairs, almost causing both her and Aurora to fall. “You fucking piece of shit! I’ll kick your ass!”

  Aurora managed to rein herself in and got between the two. “Hold on you two, let’s not do something drastic here.”

  Emily wasted no time staring at the bird’s large chest, finding her modest shirt and skirt combo quite cute. “Hmm.”

  “Umm, excuse me.” The bird waved her hand. “My eyes are up here.”

  “Pervert.” Ema said with a dramatic sigh.

  The cheetah turned to glare at the raccoon in an instant. “No I’m not!”

  Standing by the entrance, Millicent felt bad leaving the bird alone to tend with whatever problems followed Ema and for a moment she considered abandoning her fight plans to go out for a meal instead. However, the thought of facing a formidable foe like Anne in the ring had too strong of a gravitational pull to resist and she headed into the building - she would make sure to pay Aurora back for the trouble later. Once inside, Millicent was led by Shiro towards a door not too far away from the entrance and when she entered, the alligator was faced with a cozy waiting room with a couple chairs, table and magazines. She sat down on the nearest chair with an audible creak and reached out to grab the nearest magazine, only to drop it the second she opened it - inside was a two-page spread of a naked female fox with big breasts being fucked by a large wolf in the Doggystyle position. For some inexplicable reason, they had put pornographic magazines in the waiting room and Millicent sat there blushing over what she saw before a yellow dog rushed into the room. He was a handsome canine with a muscular build that was still very apparent despite the white shirt he was wearing and when he saw the bright-cheeked alligator sitting there with a dirty magazine on the floor, he rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

  “My worst fear came to life, I was too late… Damn it Dread…” He took a deep breath to cool himself before approaching their guest, then took a bow. “I apologize profusely for what you saw. Usually we keep such content far away from guest quarters, but a certain someone refuses to listen when I tell him to stop bringing his porn here.”

  “It…it’s fine. Really.” Millicent waved her hand to dismiss it all as no big deal with an awkward smile. “There’s no harm done, I can handle seeing such things. Though whoever left this magazine here sure does sound like a handful.”

  The canine sighed and rubbed the back of his head before gathering all the dirty magazines in a bundle. “Yeah, and unfortunately he happens to be our boss so it’s not like we can kick him out…” He held out his hand at the reptile. “But more importantly, welcome to GROWTH. My name is Loy and our chief of security, Shiro-san, informed me of your visit. If I may be so bold, what brought you to our establishment?”

  “Well, my name is Millicent and I’ve come to challenge Anne Horndale to a friendly bout.” She saw Loy raise a brow and showed him a friendly smile. “Though I’ve gathered she’s not an official member, I was present at one of her matches when she faced Phals, one of your members. Figured she frequents this place often.”

  Loy nodded. “That is true, she isn’t a member in any official capacity but she’s a good friend of GROWTH and some may even refer to her as an honorary member. I’ll go check if she’s here today, chances are she’s in the training hall or kitchen, so please give me a moment.”

  “That would be great, thank you very much.”

  After giving the guest a polite nod, Loy left the room with the gathered magazines and the alligator rested against her chair for a moment, surprised by this wild turn of events. It was certainly an interesting first impression and as she sat there with crossed arms, she started wondering how Anne, who was supposed to be this big professional combat celebrity, had become so ingrained into such a unique group of people. After waiting for about eight hours, the door opened as a tall, muscular sheep covered in fluffy alabaster wool entered the room - this was the first time Millicent had seen Anne up close and there was no doubt in her mind that the sheep had spent many long years of her life on intense training.

  The alligator whistled, impressed. “Whew, Ema wasn’t kidding about your physique, those are some impressive muscles.” She cleared her throat. “Ah, the name’s Millicent. Pleased to meet you, Anne.”

  Anne chuckled at the abrupt compliment. “Pleased to meet you too, Millicent.” The sheep did a quick look-over at her would-be challenger. “You’ve got quite the impressive build as well. I can tell you’re a solid fighter.”

  “Eh?” Millicent raised her hands defensively. “You’re way too kind, I’m not that impressive. Really.”

  The sheep circled the reptile with observant amethyst eyes. “My intuition is sharp, you know? There’s no need to be modest, you’ve got the build of a fighter.” She tapped Millicent’s bicep with the back of her index finger. “You may not fight as actively now, but I assume that you at the very least used to fight professionally at some point.”

  “Oh damn, you’re sharp. Yeah, I used to fight professionally, though not anymore for…personal reasons.” The alligator shook her head. “But I digress, the reason I’m here is because you sound fun to fight and I’d like to challenge you to a private bout, one without cameras and the like.”

  Curious, Anne looked up at the alligator with a smirk. “Private bout, eh? Yeah, I wouldn’t mind facing a big gal like yourself in the ring and it can be kept off record of course.“ she said with a nod. “Do you have any specific rules in mind?”

  “As a matter of fact I do.” the tall reptile said with a toothy grin. “I was thinking of a wrestling match without submissions, just a clash of nothing but sheer muscle and wills. Though from what I’ve gathered, there’s a punishment for those who lose their matches?”

  “Ah yes, but we don’t have to include it if you’re not comfortable with it.” Anne flashed a kind smile. “I recognize that not everyone’s into that sort of thing and I respect that.”

  Millicent shrugged. “Eh, I don’t see a reason not to include it. It’s a nice way to release steam after a good match.”

  “In that case,” Anne said before holding out her hand, “looks like we’ve got a date!”

  The alligator accepted the handshake. “You bet!”

  A few minutes later, the two future combatants entered GROWTH’s training hall together and Millicent took this brief moment to observe some of the members. A large and muscular white rabbit around her own size was lifting a large barbell, with a smaller rabbit wearing a green mask standing on the very top while making dramatic poses - the pair seemed to be training in tandem, working on their strength and balance respectively. In another corner of the training room, a muscular orange tiger was busy doing pushups on a mat while a smaller white bunny counted in the triple digits from what seemed to be a very lengthy exercise for the feline. However, what caught her eye the most was the red-haired dragon she recognized as Phals standing next to a purple-haired cat on two separate mats, both doing simultaneous squats. Both women showed no signs of ending their competition as they threw curses and insults at another in one of the most heated cases of rivalry she had ever seen.

  “Say, Millicent,” Anne said as she touched the ring’s edge, “a thought just came to mind. You mentioned the name ‘Ema’ and it got me wondering; are you also a member of that Crucible organization? Or rather, used to be.”

  “Can’t say that, no.” the alligator replied with a shake of her head. “Far as I know, Ema’s the only one I know that’s a part of that organization.”

  Anne nodded and climbed inside the ring. “Good to know. Was wondering if word had already spread after my last encounter.” she said before popping her neck. “Next time I see that sheep, I’ll be ready for her.”

  “Sheep?” Millicent cocked her head to the side.

  “Oh, just someone I fought. Not important though.” Anne span around to face her opponent as she climbed into the ring again. “And let me guess, you prefer no talk and all business~?”

  The reptile cracked her knuckles and popped her shoulders with a smirk. “Only a few minutes and you know me this well already. You’re a scary woman, Anne.”

  “So I’ve been told.”

  The two women clenched their fists and eyed each other with battlehungry smiles, yet neither of them moved a muscle for what felt like minutes. After trading glances, both wrestlers broke into a simultaneous chuckle and made a silent agreement as they raised their open hands - to the two observant fighters, strategizing was deemed irrelevant and they soon approached one another. Anne and Millicent’s strong hands clashed in a test of strength, muscles tensing as they leaned in to deploy the most of their physical might with audible groans. The large alligator narrowed her eyes and started leaning down with a toothy grin as she made good use of her superior size, yet no matter how much power she spent on the push, Anne’s knees failed to give in. Though the sheep was a head shorter, her constitution was admirable and it felt as though Millicent was trying to push a mountain, a testament to the wooly wrestler’s center of gravity. She did a slight shift of her shoulder to make for a sideways push, but Anne was one step ahead and turned in the same direction to throw the alligator off balance, then swept the heavy woman off her feet before slamming the reptile into the canvas with a loud bang. Millicent gasped from the impact but rolled away just in time to avoid an Elbow Drop, then spun on her back to swing her thick tail at the sheep who promptly blocked with her prosthetic arm and leg. Anne skidded on her side with a grunt but used the impact’s momentum to roll into a standing position before charging back in as she leapt forward and performed a heavy Dropkick which the alligator blocked with a surprising reaction speed.

  Millicent’s heavy body was pushed back a few centimeters from the sheer explosive force of the blow and she took a moment to linger on the throbbing sensation in her scales. As expected of someone with Anne’s build, the sheep packed some impressive power and the alligator couldn’t help but flash a big grin of excitement. She dashed in with raised fists and threw out a couple jabs which the sheep weaved past with relative ease, now looking more like a professional boxer than a wrestler as she evaded with both eyes fixed on her opponent. After seeing her jabs being nullified with minimal effort, Millicent threw a reckless Right Hook in a wide arch while rotating her large body to follow the momentum, then watched as the fist flew above the ducking sheep’s head. However, this was the reptile’s aim to begin with as she used the rotating force to swing her thick tail into Anne’s side in the hopes of sending her flying, but the sheep’s observation was sharp and she blocked the muscular appendage with both arms layered next to each other - Millicent resumed her spin despite the successful block and before the sheep could raise an arm, she drove her left left elbow into the side of her head. Though Anne’s skull was sturdier than most, taking a sharp elbow strike to the temple was no joke and she staggered on unsteady hooves with a rattled skull, vision blurred and unclear. The alligator seized the opportunity and charged into her opponent’s body before spearing her into the corner with a devastating spear that made saliva spew from the sheep’s mouth, then wrapped an arm around her neck before slamming the wooly wrestler’s head into the canvas with a DDT. She grabbed hold of Anne’s waist and went to lift her up so she could perform a Power Bomb to extend her opponent’s daze even further, only to feel a pair of strong thighs close around her neck as the reptile was soon brought down by an improvised Hurricanrana which was then followed by a tight Headscissor.

  The pair’s intense battle didn’t go unnoticed and soon some of GROWTH’s members approached the ring to watch. Athlo had stopped his heavy workout and was now standing by the ring’s edge while lifting a dumbbell to maintain his training, Balen sat on the bigger rabbit’s shoulder so he could get a better view and Addie had stopped the pushups entirely as she had her full attention on the ring together with her friends. Meanwhile, Phals was still locked in her training duel with Reina, both refusing to stop no matter how much they wanted to see their friend’s sparring match. Just then, a rotund crocodile by the name of Grap entered the training hall out of curiosity after hearing the commotion and upon seeing what happened in the ring, his eyes raised with interest. Seeing a large wrestler of a species relative caught his immediate attention and as he walked closer to witness the muscular reptile’s struggle to break free of Anne’s Headscissor technique, he licked his lips - it was tempting to cheer for the opposition, but the sheep was not only a good customer and friend of GROWTH, she was also a good friend of his, one he had no intention of betraying. He was also tempted to warn his friend about the inefficiency of trying to choke her opponent, well aware that both alligators and crocodiles alike could hold their breath for extended periods to render strangulation techniques void. When he then saw Anne sit upright to slam her elbow on Millicent’s head however, it became clear that the sheep knew of this fact as well.

  As heavy elbow strikes rained upon her face, Millicent lifted both arms to guard herself with heavy grunts and narrowed eyes. She was puzzled by the Headscissor at first as she had assumed Anne would know better than to attempt choking the alligator, but she had misread her game - the hold was nothing more than a means to keep her restrained! The reptile gritted her sharp teeth and pulled an arm away, opting to block with only one arm instead while grabbing Anne’s left ankle with the other as her thumb began to slide towards its tendons. Anne took note of this and released the hold before scrambling to her feet with narrowed eyes as the alligator began to rise, giving her ample opportunity to strike with a powerful kick aimed for the jaw. Millicent raised her hand to block the attack while still on her knees and shoved the leg away through raw force, knocking the sheep off balance before doing a quick spin to slam her large tail into her side with great force. Even with her thick wool dampening the blunt force, Anne still winced in pain and let out a gasp as the air was knocked out of her, causing the sheep to stagger towards the ropes. The alligator rushed in with a sudden burst of speed and tackled Anne with such force her hoover left the ground, but despite being winded by the blow she managed to wrap an arm around the reptile’s neck before using her weight to bring the opponent face first into the canvas with a resounding DDT. It all happened so fast that Millicent had no time to register how she ended up on the ground and before she could shake off the persistent cobwebs in her mind, the alligator was lifted up in the air, spun into an upside down position and slammed into the ground with a Piledriver that shook the entire ring.

  GROWTH’s members let out an audible gasp and some even winced after seeing such a heavy attack land, once again catching Phals and Reina’s attention as the rival pair looked over their shoulders while still doing squats. When they saw the large green wrestler fall on her back like a felled tree after taking the full brunt of Anne’s heavy attack, both women traded glances and left their training mats at the same time - normally they wouldn’t settle for a draw, but the intense sparring match lit a fire in their wrestler’s soul that made it impossible to resist. The rivals exchanged a glance as they approached the ring together, making a silent agreement to resume their competition after the match was over.

  Inside the ring, a tiny crater in the shape of Millicent’s skull could be seen on the canvas and while she was still reeling in a daze from the Piledriver, Anne exploited this moment to place both knees on her spine. After grabbing her by the neck and legs, the sheep rolled back and with the large alligator now atop her knees, Anne arched the reptile’s body in an arch to perform a vicious Bow And Arrow hold that made her cry out in pain. The abrupt pitch in Millicent’s cry caught the wooly wrestler’s by surprise and when she heard the pitch grow sharper after doing another hard pull, a thought stirred in her mind. Millicent’s thick tail thrashed about from the pain as she tossed about in her opponent’s grasp until the tail slapped the ground hard enough to throw her lower half upward. With her grip on the reptile’s leg broken, Anne abandoned the hold in its entirety and waited until the alligator’s legs returned to the canvas, then hurried over to grab both while positioning herself on top of the tail. The sheep spread Millicent’s legs apart with a vicious Leg Split that made the large alligator scream bloody murder and though her tail trashed about like expected, Anne managed to stay in moderate control of its movement as she kept it pinned down with her strong body.

  (“I knew it.”) Anne thought to herself while giving the alligator’s ankle a rough twist. (“She’s even less flexible than she looks.”) She spread the legs further apart to hear Millicent yell even louder. (“It’ll become hard for her to move around at this rate-”)

  Anne’s train of thought was cut short when the large alligator forced herself into a sitting position and reached out to grab the sheep, only to freeze when her ankle was given another twist. It felt like her legs would be pulled out of their sockets and the pain was so great it took all of her mental fortitude not to shed any tears. Nevertheless, she powered through the mind-numbing agony and grabbed Anne’s prosthetic leg before wrenching herself free, then did a mighty pull that brought the surprised sheep airborne with a yelp. The wooly wrestler was flung in the air like a baseball bat and Millicent tightened her grip around the prosthetic ankle before slamming her into the canvas with a loud bang that echoed around the entire training hall. She landed stomach-first on the ground and her amethyst eyes shot wide open as her large chest was pressed against the canvas, pressing them like a pair of large oranges under a hydraulic press. Agony coursed through the sheep’s soul as her breasts were crushed beneath her own weight and while she laid on the canvas struggling to catch her breath, Millicent sat on her back and grabbed both legs before pulling back for a Boston Crab. As the legs were cranked and her spine was bent through sheer force, moans of pain left Anne’s lips while her breasts were pressed against the canvas again, hitting her with gradual stimulation that caused a faint dark stain to form between her legs. Millicent had yet to notice the stain as she hooked her tail around the sheep’s neck before pulling back to choke her strong adversary, forcing out hoarse gasps as her body was slowly bent into a U-shape. The choking combined with the continuous rubbing of her breasts prior had left Anne more aroused than she was willing to admit and when the alligator proceeded to bend her even further, the dark stain expanded…

  And then she squirted.

  Millicent paused upon seeing the thin line of nectar pass through the wool and hit the ground, then looked over her shoulder. “...You get off on this?”

  The sheep’s cheeks were bright pink and she trembled. “Sh-shut up…and let go of me-”

  It only took another strong pull from the alligator to cut Anne off. “No, I don’t think I will. That being said, I won’t judge you for this.”

  “W-wouldn’t have mattered…either way…” Anne grasped at the tail and winced as she fought the stimulating sensation. “Our match…has only just begun!”

  There was no denying the sheep’s power as she possessed a formidable grip strength that could even be felt through the alligator’s hard scales. It didn’t take long before the tail was shoved off her neck and Millicent responded by thrusting an elbow into the back of her head, leaving the sheep stunned for just a moment. Instead of resuming the Boston Crab, the alligator rose and lifted Anne up high before slamming her into the ground with a loud Power Bomb to wind the sheep, then lifted her onto her shoulders to perform a Torture Rack that left her groaning in pain. Once she felt her opponent resisting the hold, Millicent threw herself back to slam the sheep back into the ground with a Samoan Drop using her body’s full weight. Anne spat and a weak squirt left her crotch as she hit the ground, but before the alligator could get back up, she felt a pair of legs clamp around her wrist and when she was subsequently pulled down, a fist crashed into her jaw. Millicent’s head was rocked sideways with a spray of saliva as she fell, then uttered heavy groans of pain when she felt her caught arm being locked behind her back by a grounded Chicken Wing hold. Every attempt at breaking free only caused the hold to tighten further and by the time she managed to overpower the sheep through brute strength, a hoof kick sunk into her side with such force she was sent rolling all the way to ringside. She rose to her feet with a groan while holding her aching side, only for her cheeks to puff up when both of Anne’s hooves sunk into her gut through a devastating Dropkick that pushed the alligator against the ropes. Millicent lowered both arms to cover her belly by instinct and as if on cue, the sheep’s hard fist traveled in an upward arc before launching the alligator’s head towards the stratosphere with a vicious Uppercut that created a glistening cloud of saliva and sweat overhead.

  Anne set her sights on the alligator’s softer, white underside and fired off a punch into her belly while she was dazed, then followed up with a second, third and fourth that sunk deeper than the ones prior. Millicent’s abs were tough, rivaling the hardness of her dark green scales, but the sheep’s fists were no joke and soon the punches forced more spittle to leave her lips and splatter on her opponent’s wooly head. Grunts and gasps echoed in the training hall as the sound of fleshy fists against leathery scales grew louder by the second until Millicent uttered a desperate “Get off!” and shoved the sheep back with a swing of her elbow, though the abrupt movement combined with her now-aching stomach caused the alligator to stumble from the forward momentum. This imbalance didn’t come unnoticed and before the vulnerable reptile could even get the wits about her, a pair of thick arms wrapped around her body and gave her a lift before squeezing tight with a crushing Bearhug that felt more akin to a trash compactor than anything else. Even Millicent’s thick green scales were bent inward from the force as the sheep put the squeeze on her and with both arms caught and pinned to her sides, she couldn’t just break free or push the sheep away either. She reeled her head back and made an attempt to land a Headbutt, but Anne saw it coming and leaned back to avoid it before smashing her forehead against the alligator’s face in return before she could pull back again. The skull hit like a large steel mace being swung by a circus strongman and the alligator’s head flew back so fast that her neck appeared to stretch twice its length. While the groggy reptile was still dazed from the blow, Anne tightened the Bearhug and as her larger opponent’s body arched in response, sounds of bending scales and creaking bones could be heard before she was slammed head-first into the canvas by a Suplex.

  After steadying her breath, Anne grabbed the downed adversary by the waist and lifted her overhead with a burst of strength before bringing her down with a Power Bomb that shook the ring. The wind was knocked from Millicent’s sails as saliva gushed from her mouth and when she lay there trembling on the ground, a dark spot became visible on her shorts. Anne was determined to get payback from earlier and sat on the alligator’s spine while hooking her prosthetic leg around the large tail to keep it still, then grabbed both legs and pulled back with a powerful Boston Crab. Millicent’s breasts were pressed against the canvas and as she struggled to break free, her modest chest kept rubbing against the surface, stimulating her. She felt a growing sensation of pleasure and the stain in her shorts spread like wildfire - when her spine was bent even further, the additional pressure to her sensitive breasts proved too much and she squirted through the fabric.

  “You? You get off on this?” Anne asked with a cheeky smile.

  “Ch-cheeky bastard…” the alligator groaned, though she couldn’t help but smile at her opponent’s attitude. “I’ll get you…for this…”

  “Bold of you to threaten me while in this hold.” She tightened her grip. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

  The sheep let out a grunt and leaned back to perform an extra powerful Boston Crab that almost pressed the alligator’s breasts inwards through immense weight, causing her to cum with eyes closed shut. The squirt was stronger this time and through the spike in pleasure her tail slipped from Anne’s grasp to straighten out for the full duration of her outflow. Anne yelped from the tail’s sudden burst of strength and before she could make an attempt to pin it down again, the sheep’s jaw was whipped by the bundle of pure scales and muscle. Disoriented, Anne sat there in a hazy state before being bucked off the alligator’s back and when she turned her head in the reptile’s direction, a fist crashed into her cheek with such tremendous force she was sent tumbling with a grunt. Despite her rattled skull, she managed to use the punches’ momentum to roll into a hunched position and rubbed her throbbing cheek with narrow amethyst eyes staring at Millicent who was now charging at the sheep with impressive speed.

  With a wide grin stretching ear to ear, the alligator threw a wild punch at Anne which was subsequently blocked. “This…is exactly what I wanted!” she exclaimed before swinging a kick that the sheep ducked under. “Just a classic brawl facing someone strong!” She spun around and slammed her thick tail into Anne’s side, tearing off chunks of wool. “Don’t let up now Anne…because I won’t!” While the sheep still staggered from the tail strike, she drove a fist into her gut that caused a flow of saliva to splatter on Millicent’s chest. “Come on Anne!” She sunk another punch into her opponent’s belly. “Don’t get tired yet!” Her bold words were answered by a swift Right-Left Hook combo to the cheeks. “Ngh-! That’s more like it!” Normally Millicent wouldn’t get this excited about a fight, but the adrenaline hit hard as she went for another punch. “I won’t go down easy and neither should you- GHK-!” Her punch was evaded and punished by a Left Hook to the liver. “I’m-!” A sudden High Kick crashed into her jaw. “Ah-... Shit- OOF-!” Air exploded from her lungs as an Uppercut plowed into her solar plexus. “D-don’t think this is enough…to knock me down!” She saw another punch coming and answered with a counter as both wrestlers struck each other’s cheeks with a cross counter. “H-heh… Told you…” The alligator swayed past the next strike with surprising agility and struck Anne’s belly with a sharp punch that made a faint squirt escape her crotch, “that this isn’t enough to knock me down!” Millicent’s passionate fist crashed into the sheep’s wooly belly again, blowing apart the alabaster layer of defense as she came. “Hold on, don’t tell me…”

  When she landed another punch to Anne’s exposed abs and saw her squirt a third time, the alligator’s suspicions were confirmed. Seeing the sheep cum from continuous punches to the gut, hearing her hoarse gasps upon impact and feeling the moist saliva splatter against her scales felt oddly arousing to the reptile and a smile soon surfaced. Millicent lifted her opponent’s hooves off the canvas with an Uppercut to the belly that almost impaled her on the spot, causing a cocktail of sweat, saliva and cum to mix on the ground before she followed up with a Right Hook to the jaw that sent a spray of sweat and saliva flying out the ring. Anne staggered to the side with clumsy steps as she held her aching stomach and fell to her knees, crotch dripping and mouth drooling before a pair of strong hands grabbed her sides from behind. She was lifted up by the larger wrestler and before a single thought of escape could even reach her mind, she was brought down on Millicent’s awaiting knee with an Atomic Drop that made another load of nectar splash against her muscular leg. The blushing sheep was then given a hug and lifted again only to be slammed into the canvas with a German Suplex, causing her to release another squirt.

  “This isn’t looking good…” Phals said as she watched the match with crossed arms. “It seems she’s figured out Anne’s weak points.”

  Reina scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Knowing her weaknesses changes nothing. Anne can still win despite that disadvantage.”

  “I know.” The dragon glanced at her rival. “After all, you’ve still lost to her many times despite being aware of her weaknesses, dumbass.”

  An angry vein formed on the cat’s head. “Well so have you!”

  “But you lost to her more!”

  While the two rivals’ bickering evolved into a more physical clash, Millicent turned Anne on her stomach and stepped on her ankles before grabbing both wrists. She let herself fall back and hoisted the sheep in the air to perform a beautiful Romero Special, causing Phals and Reina to pause their fight to see. The hold was tight and one could tell from a simple glance that it put a lot of strain on the wooly wrestler’s body, something that was even further emphasised when her legs were spread apart. Anne let out a moan of pain and her tongue stretched for the ceiling as her spine was arched by force, causing her to squirt in full view of GROWTH’s members. Her bruised belly was exposed to the skies as if being presented to a higher being before the hold loosened, then tightened again with a brutal amount of force that made her cum with enough intensity to tear off the wool covering her crotch. The sheep’s belly and pussy was now exposed and throbbing for all to see as she drooled with weak moans, all while Millicent kept loosening and tightening the technique to put her through a constant loop of nigh-unbearable pain. After a brief while of torture, the alligator lowered her opponent’s upper half until her head was close to the reptile’s mouth, keeping her throbbing pussy pointing up while adjusting the grip to wrap the sheep’s arms around her neck in a crossed position, choking her with an improvised version of the Romero Dragon Sleeper. The consecutive strikes to the stomach combined with the fact she came just recently had left Anne in a very sensitive state, so when she was then put through a choke in the middle of it all she could no longer deny the urges - the sheep’s tongue flopped out and hoarse but soft moans left her lips as tears left her eyes before she reached a big orgasm from the hold, releasing her glistening nectar like a fountain. Upon seeing that, Millicent couldn’t help but blush thinking that the fight was nearing its end and after watching the sheep release another squirt through the exploitation of her choking kink, the alligator began to fantasize. Anne was a beautiful piece of work from the alligator’s perspective and with them having agreed to putting the loser through Punishment Time, she started thinking of the many ways she could make the sheep succumb to pleasure. A vivid image of the formidable wrestler melting in a puddle from intense pleasure played in her mind and the reptile soon felt a wave of impatience crash upon her, filling the larger woman with the urge to finish her off.

  “G-good night, Anne!”

  Millicent’s words combined with the brief loosening of her neck provided Anne with just enough time to lift both arms before the alligator did the final pull in her attempt to finish her off, causing the crossed arms to now slide across her face instead. The large reptile was too surprised by the sudden shift to stop the pull and Anne’s arms slammed against Millicent’s snout with enough force to daze her. Anne wriggled herself free of the hold moments later and as she hit the floor with a grunt, the sheep scrambled away with heavy breaths while fresh drippings of love juices created a trail on the canvas. However, the alligator recovered quickly and before the vulnerable sheep could even get up on her feet, she was approached with a sudden burst of speed. Just when she was about to get grabbed again, Anne tucked in her forearm and placed her prosthetic hand against the ground to balance herself before striking Millicent’s chin with an European Uppercut that launched her head skyward in a spray of sweat, then used this momentary opening to thrust a Hoof Kick deep into her exposed stomach. Millicent gasped as her head was forced back down from the strike to her abdomen, giving Anne the opportunity to grab the top of her head with both hands before smashing her face against the canvas with a loud bang. A second wind came over the sheep as she grabbed the alligator and slammed her into the mat with a German Suplex, then followed the motion to perform it a second, third and fourth time before transitioning into two consecutive Power Bombs that folded the large reptile with a loud grunt. Cum spouted through Millicent’s soaked shorts as she lay sprawled in an upside down position, legs twitching and toes curling while her limp tongue hung out to rest against the moist canvas. Anne was not finished however and she forced the reptile to stand before coiling around her body with all four limbs to twist her with an Abdominal Stretch that soon caused enough damage to make her squirt again, then transitioned the hold to force her into a sideways bend with one strong leg coiled around her upper body, executing a fluent Octopus Hold that made her cum yet again.

  After being made to cum in a consecutive manner from the holds, Millicent was vulnerable and her stamina was dropping at a dangerous rate as she struggled to maintain her composure, but just when she thought the sheep would let go, the reptile was instead lifted with her neck upon her shoulders. The training hall echoed with the cheers of Anne’s name as Millicent lay upside down on the sheep’s shoulders and after she felt a pair of hands hold both legs tight, the two left the ground with a high jump before crashing down with a Muscle Buster that tore the reptile’s body apart. A loud cry left Millicent as a burst of pain coursed through her entire body and the reptile’s clothes burst at the seams, leaving her fully exposed as she orgasmed. She was dropped face first into the canvas, twitching and drooling while weak squirts ejected from her crotch…

  Anne could tell her opponent was far from finished and grabbed hold of her tail before spinning the reptile around, picking up more and more speed as sweat and cum was spread all over the ring until finally, she was flung into the ring’s ropes where she rebounded right into a Lariat at full power. The large alligator spun countless times in the air after taking her opponent’s thick biceps to the clavicle and seconds after hitting the canvas with a bang, her tail was grabbed again as she was put through a second swing that went even faster than the last. Anne’s Giant Swing soon came to an end and when Millicent was launched yet again, her back slammed into the padded corner with an audible bang as the turnbuckle almost tore itself free of the square ring. There was no time for the alligator to gather herself as Anne closed the distance and rammed a knee into her gut, causing saliva to spew on the sheep’s face before a second and third strike robbed her of breath. She was pressed against the corner by the sheep with no way of escape as her sharp knee kept ramming into her abs, pushing the soft white scales inwards for every strike like a jackhammer against clay until she released another squirt. Oxygen became sparse and with strength dropping at a rapid pace alongside her stamina, Millicent had no choice but to hug her opponent as the alligator’s belly was caved in by force. Heavy grunts and gasps echoed for every knee strike as she rested her chin on Anne’s shoulder, now wondering how long it would take before it all would end before clenching both eyes shut when an extra deep knee strike brought her to an orgasm. The pleasure was mind-numbing and Millicent found herself slip out weak moans as the knee pressed against her innards and when the wooly wrestler launched yet another knee deep into her soft belly, she let out a loud moan before orgasming even harder, leaving a pool of viscous fluids on the ground. She had only heard of Anne’s Stomach Destroyer technique in passing and the one time she saw it in action, Phals was the one performing the move on its owner, so experiencing it firsthand today made a realization hit - it was far more destructive than she had been led to believe!

  While Millicent was left on the brink of abdominal collapse with both arms hanging on the top ropes for support, Anne separated and headed for the opposite corner before pointing a finger to the ceiling. With Grap, Addie, Athlo, Balen and even Phals and Reina cheering her on, the sheep charged forth with her head low as she got ready to land the finishing blow. The weakened reptile could see the encroaching figure through glistening eyes and painstakingly lifted an arm off the rope to hold out her hand, but the attempt at stopping this locomotive of a sheep proved futile as her skull rammed deep into her stomach, shaking the ring as a profuse amount of saliva was vomited out. Millicent reached her climax and her tongue stretched out to its very limit as her belly was obliterated, completing the abdominal collapse - defeated, the alligator lay bent on Anne’s shoulder with empty eyes and slobbery tongue hanging, her body suffering constant muscle spasms while she continued to cum even in her unconscious state…

  When the alligator awoke, she found herself sitting naked on the shower room floor with her first sight being Anne’s sculpted yet bruised abs. She was sitting against the wall as hot water washed over her worn body, belly aching like no tomorrow while her crotch still throbbed with lust. Even though she had just been defeated, Millicent still felt a strong heat surge from within and she wanted nothing more than to have it all released. She shook her head of its cloudy haze and looked up to meet Anne’s eyes, grinning.

  “That…was the best fight I’ve had in ages…” the alligator said with one hand resting on her gut. “Thank you so much…”

  Anne chuckled. “Indeed, that was a great fight. You did well.”

  The alligator closed her eyes with a sigh. “Man, how long has it been…since I last had so much fun in the ring? It’s been forever…”

  “Say, if you don’t mind me asking,” the sheep said with a ponderous gaze as she hunched down, “what keeps you from entering the ring again? From what I can see, you’re still solid.”

  There was a somber glint in Millicent’s eyes and she looked away. “It’s…a long story. I won’t bore you with it.” she said with a frown. “Simply put, I was pushed out by my sister.”

  The sheep’s eye twitched. “Sister, huh…?”

  “Yeah. Sounds stupid, right? Like why would a sister do such a thing?” the reptile answered with a dry chuckle, as if attempting to make light of it.

  “It’s not stupid at all. If you don’t mind…” Anne sat down next to her former opponent, “could you tell me about it?”

  There was a brief hesitation but Millicent relented as she ran a hand over her face. “My sister, Malizia, has always had it out for me. No matter what I did, she always insisted on doing better…and she had the talent to do so.” The alligator’s lips quivered. “Whenever I found a new interest, she would pick up on it and make it a point to surpass me in front of others in a sick obsession to ‘show her superiority’. I honestly don’t know why she’s doing it, I can’t recall ever doing anything to her. Maybe she was born rotten, I don’t know.” She grinded her sharp teeth together. “It became worse once I grew an interest in wrestling and joined the school’s wrestling club. She waltzed in and targeted me for her humiliating rituals, but I loved the sport too much to quit so I endured. Then, when I sought to do wrestling professionally, she joined the same gym I did later and continued her sick game.” Millicent clenched a fist while it rested against her belly. “I could tell she wanted me to give up on my career, but after years of not bending my will, she challenged me… Said that whoever lost had to leave the gym permanently. I didn’t agree to it of course, so she…she…” The alligator started trembling, “she targeted my friends. She hurt them, she humiliated them, even forced some to retire early… It all happened within the ring and she broke no laws, so she wasn’t punished, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I challenged her…and lost…” She ran a thumb past the scar over her right eye. “And here I am, just some bouncer dealing with drunks and hooligans, clinging to that little bit of action I treasured.”

  Anne laid the back of her head against the wall, eyes closed. “So she’s the vicious type… I can relate somewhat.” She opened an eye to look at the alligator. “So the reason you wanted a private match off the record is because of her I’m guessing.”

  Millicent nodded. “Yes, she still hunts me to this day so I’m laying low.”

  “And because of her, you can’t fight in any official capacity.” The sheep rubbed the bridge of her nose with a sigh. “Not only to protect yourself, but also those around you.”

  “Oh, it’s not for myself.” Millicent said with a shake of her head. “Purely to shield others. I can take whatever punishment she gives out, but I won’t let her hurt yet another one of my friends.”

  The sheep showed a tiny smile. “Selflessness is an admirable quality to have, but you shouldn’t lose sight of what you want for yourself either.”

  “I know, it’s just… I don’t know, I can’t live with myself if my selfishness means others will be hurt.”

  “Selfishness isn’t an inherently bad thing, you know? Selfcare is important.”

  There was a brief silence before the alligator threw Anne a glance. “If you had a crazy sister who chased you to the ends of the earth and hurt your friends, would you continue?”

  A rueful smile curled on the sheep’s lips. “It…already happened.”

  “Huh?”

  “I have a twin sister, her name’s Amanda. She may look sweet and innocent, but she’s…not quite stable. For the longest time, she chased me down and destroyed every gym and organization I joined on my combat journey, but unlike you I didn’t stop.” She held up a hand. “No offense of course, I respect and understand your choice. It’s just…to me, combat sports always had this strong pull on me I never quite got rid of, so I continued my journey.”

  “Even after seeing the destruction of your friends?”

  “Even after seeing the destruction of my friends.” The sheep sighed. “Call me cynical or selfish, but I couldn’t let go of fighting at the time. Though…eventually it took its toll and I was close to retiring…but then this place reignited my fire!”

  Millicent watched Anne’s bright smile as she gestured at the building. “Aren’t you the least bit worried your sister will destroy it?”

  An even bigger grin showed. “She already tried and thank god she did. If she had destroyed GROWTH, I would have disowned her on the spot.”

  “Would she really care if you did, though?” the alligator asked with a cocked head.

  “Oh absolutely! She loves me obsessively and lived under this misguided belief she had to protect me against others. In the end, she did far more harm than good and made my life a living hell for YEARS.” Anne looked down with a somber frown. “I worry about her, honestly. All this time she’s had her eyes on no one but me, living a life that never once revolved around herself. If I’m gone, she’s got nothing left.”

  “That’s rough… Seems like we’ve both got troublesome relatives, huh?” Millicent said while resting against the wall. “Man, life can be so complicated sometimes.”

  “It can also be so simple.” the sheep replied. “On my end, I trained hard and found strong friends, something my sister failed to destroy. Who knows, maybe this might be the solution to your troubles?”

  “Perhaps, but I don’t want to cycle through friends until I find the really strong ones…”

  “I don’t know, you might have found one already.”

  “Oh? Who?”

  Anne showed the alligator a cheeky smirk. “You’re looking at her~ If your sister’s such a handful, I won’t mind helping out a kindred spirit like yourself. I’d gladly teach you all I know and give you even more exciting spars to reignite that spark of yours!”

  Millicent sat there wide-eyed. “Wait…” She stammered. “We only just met-”

  “-Yet we relate to one another, no?” the sheep said with a warm chuckle. “Besides, I’ve always had a soft spot for strong-willed women and you fit the bill, so let’s note that as an additional reason.”

  “...I’ll take you up on the offer then…” Millicent said with a bright blush. “It would be rude to decline such a generous request…”

  Anne took note of the blush and looked into the large reptile’s eyes. “I’ll make sure you won’t regret this, Millicent. As a matter of fact, I just so happen to be a good trainer~” she said before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

  The flustered alligator grew even more pink now and she felt an intense twitch intensify down below. “Ah… G-good to know…”

  With a slow rise of her eyebrow, the sheep looked at the former opponent. “You alright?”

  “Y-yeah, it’s just… I’m feeling really hot all of a sudden…” Millicent groaned before pressing a hand against her forehead in embarrassment. “Ever since I woke up, it’s only gotten stronger…and I need a way to release it…”

  Anne cupped the reptile’s chin and giggled. “Oh, that tends to happen after very intense fights. Would you like me to assist you with the release?”

  Millicent nodded with a bashful look on her face and the sheep soon inched forward to place herself in front of the larger woman, then grabbed one of her legs. She lifted it onto her shoulder and closed in until their crotch touched, causing the sensitive alligator to jolt back and slam the back of her head against the wall. The reptile was already moaning after the first few rubs and the moment their clitoris met, Millicent reached an orgasm as her face melted in pure bliss. Despite the great pleasure, Anne was never rough with the larger woman as she did slow, careful movements with gyrating hips to give her a consistent flow of pleasure until she came once again. Anne found the alligator’s low sexual resistance cute and soon leaned in to pinch a nipple between her lips, alternating between sucks and licks while she massaged her beaten belly with one hand - having this sensual touch hit three spots at once brought Millicent’s mind to overdrive and she began to willingly buck her hips in tandem with Anne’s scissoring technique as she orgasmed many times in succession.

  (“Aah~♡... This is so good~♡…”) Millicent thought to herself as her vision began to blur again. (“I wonder how Aurora is doing…♡”)

  (“Why did this have to happen…?!”)

  Within Local Jim, Aurora stood ringside as she stared at Ema and Emily hurling volatile insults at each other in the ring. The moment she had reached the foot of the stairs with her friend, the raccoon wasted no time insulting the feline and an instant fight occurred then and there. At first she made attempts to break up the conflict, but after ten straight minutes of childish insults and pure vitriol, the bird gave up and made the decision to let it all play out in the end. It was predictable, but their verbal conflict ended up with the two agreeing to settle it in the ring and now Aurora had no choice but to watch her friend being beaten up…again.

  “You were just lucky last time, bitch!” Ema proclaimed. “Now that I've experienced your technique first-hand, it won’t work on me a second time!”

  Emily narrowed her eyes and leaned forward in an aggressive stance. “You wanna bet, tiny?”

  “Fine, whoever loses becomes the winner’s sandbag!”

  “Deal!”

  Both fighters threw a glance at Aurora and she let out a disgruntled sigh before ringing the bell. Emily shot forward at a blinding speed not even the sharp-eyed owl could fully make out and before either friend knew it, the cheetah’s foot had lodged itself deep inside Ema’s belly. The raccoon was sent flying into the ropes, stretching it out for just a moment before she was rebounded onto the floor as if she had been spat out of a disgusted predator’s mouth. She covered her soft belly and puffed her cheeks as she struggled to breathe, then threw up a lot of saliva while tearing up with a weak whimper - she rolled over on her back and when she did, one would see a dark spot had formed on her shorts’ crotch. Much to no one’s surprise, Ema was not at all prepared for the cheetah’s Killing Start technique and when she finally managed to get on her feet, the raccoon was met with a kick to the jaw, followed by a succession of back-and-forth kicks that knocked her head around like a pendulum. Pre-cum started seeping through the fabric of her shorts as she stood there with hanging arms, too groggy to respond until a final knee strike to the gut made the canine squirt and vomit more saliva.

  Now that Ema lay jack-knifed around her leg, Emily scowled at the weak fighter. “Pathetic. You really went ahead and wasted my time again.” She pulled her leg back and pinched the raccoon’s chin with her hand. “In fact, it’s even a waste of kicks.” The cheetah reeled her arm back and sunk a fist into Ema’s belly. “My punches are more than enough.” She drove another fist into her gut and watched the canine squirt again. “Look, you’re already squirting. You got a fetish for being abused or something? Gross.” Another punch sunk deep into the white fur, followed by another, then another. “You’re no different from a sandbag, trash panda.” She burrowed an Uppercut into the solar plexus and watched more cum and saliva splatter on the canvas. “Why do you even bother fighting? You’re just a no-life loser with a big mouth.” The cheetah pushed Ema into the ropes and started rocking her belly with even more punches. “I hate jobbers, you know that? They’re too weak to even enjoy beating!” She kept the short raccoon’s feet suspended above the ground as she kept her pinned against the ropes with rapid gut punches. “And at least sandbags offer resistance. You’ve got less worth than jobbers and sandbags for crying out loud. Just retire already!”

  Emily stopped punching until the raccoon’s feet touched the ground, then swung a Right Hook to the jaw, then a Left Hook, followed by a Right-Left, Right-Left Hook combi that soon evolved into a Dempsey Roll that sent sweat and spittle splashing on Aurora’s face and chest. It had only been a minute and Ema was long since out of it as she now bucked her hips to consecutive orgasms in the midst of her beatdown, too groggy to even restrain herself for a single second. Once the Dempsey Roll ended and Aurora thought it was over, she could do nothing but wince as she saw Emily start leading her friend around the ring with vicious punches to the jaw, nose, gut, liver, kidney and so on, each aimed at their specific spot to make sure the beaten loser wouldn’t fall over - as a result, a trail of fresh cum could be seen all over the glistening ring and by the time it came to a close, Ema sat on her knees in a pool of her own love nectar.

  “A-ah…uuuh…” the raccoon sobbed, bright pink and teary-eyed. “N-no more… P-please…I beg of you…”

  Emily stepped on her face. “Haaah? Why the fuck should I stop? You wanted sandbagging, no?”

  Ema bowed down with her face and both hands planted on the moist canvas as she prostrated to the cheetah. “I regret it…I’m sorry… I’m sorry… Please forgive me…”

  “Uh huh, right. You’re only saying that because you lost.” The feline stepped on Ema’s head and ground her foot against it. “Give me one good reason not to sandbag you for all the shit you threw at me, huh?”

  “I…I’ll do anything… Anything you say…” Ema didn’t even look up as she spoke, she didn’t dare. “Your wish…is my command… Just please stop hurting meeee…”

  After some consideration, Emily lifted her foot. “Hmm, in that case… I’m sure you already know what to do~”

  “Y-yeah…” Ema sat up with her face smeared in tears and cum before pulling down her shorts, then inserted a finger inside herself to masturbate. “A-ah…♡ Mmff~♡… Oooh~♡…”

  Emily burst into laughter. “That’s not what I was thinking of! Oh my god, are you for real?!” She couldn’t stop laughing at the raccoon. “I didn’t even ask and you immediately thought of masturbating. You really ARE a masochistic weirdo!”

  Ema wanted nothing more than to stop after hearing that response, but she was in too deep. A-a-aahn~♡… I-I can’t-...mmff~♡… Oooooh~♡…” Try as she might, it felt too good and soon she inserted a second finger. “Haah~♡♡…mmmff~♡♡… I’m…I’m…c-cummiiiing~♡♡ Kyaaaaaahn~!!♡♡♡”

  The raccoon orgasmed right in front of Emily, too driven by the initiated pleasure to stop as the feline sidestepped the string of love juices flying her way. With her opponent this far gone, the cheetah deemed further torture unnecessary and just stepped on the canine’s face to pin her against the wet floor. With both hands resting on her hips and the sole of her foot pressing against Ema’s cheek, she watched the loser masturbate with growing intensity as her urges could no longer be contained. By this point, three fingers were inserted to stroke the inner walls and she massaged her clit with a thumb until she produced two consecutive, extended releases of cum, then snuck her free hand under her top to massage her tiny breast. She was panting with lewd moans and slobbery tongue hanging, helpless against the mountain of pleasure as she slowly but surely self-destructed while beneath the cheetah’s foot.

  “Th-that’s enough!” Aurora cried out as she climbed into the ring. “You already won, there’s no need to humiliate her even further!”

  “Excuse me, she’s the one humiliating herself here. I’m just letting her.” Emily said, teal eyes fixed on the bird’s large rack. “Who’s this loser to you anyway?”

  “My friend.” The white barn owl’s answer had zero hesitation. “And I can’t stand seeing her like this.”

  Emily smirked. “I bet you see that often. This bitch is nothing but a loser with a big mouth.”

  The bird clenched her beak for a moment and gripped her arm while looking down. “I…I know she’s a handful, but still… You’ve already proven your point and she’s got no will to fight anymore…” She bowed to the cheetah. “So please just let her go…”

  “Let me touch your breasts and I might.” Emily laughed with a big, toothy smile.

  “H-huuh?”

  “You heard me. Breasts or no dice.”

  Aurora blushed. “That’s…” After a big of hesitation, the owl sighed. “Okay, fine. You can touch my breasts if you let her go.”

  “...Eh?”

  “What, you thought I’d decline?” The owl clenched her fists and braced herself as she blushed. “If it’s for a friend, this is a small price to pay… I bet you don’t even know what that means…”

  Emily got off Ema and approached the bird without uttering a single word, then reached out…and stopped. She hesitated. The cheetah circled the owl like prey and stopped behind her, then coiled her arms around to go for the grope…and stopped. Once again she failed to touch those big coveted breasts. They were right there, prime for the taking and with consent, yet she felt compelled to abort at the very last second. The feline stood there confused, looking at her hands, then at the shivering and blushing Aurora. She let her teal eyes travel to Ema and back to her friend, signalling for the two to go without a word. The owl caught on to the gesture and wasted no time picking up the raccoon before leaving, not even sparing a single glance at the cheetah. Now alone, Emily stood in the ring’s center surrounded by the aftermath of her victory, the spoils of yet another defeated enemy, but she felt nothing. A sour taste encroached upon her mouth as she frowned.

  (“If it’s for a friend, this is a small price to pay… I bet you don’t even know what that means…”)

  The owl was right, Emily didn’t know what that meant.

  Outside Local Rim, Aurora groaned as she walked down the street with the now-unconscious Ema hoisted on her back. Her friend had once again caused trouble that she had to clean up, she was almost molested for her sake, that damn cheetah proved impossible to deal with just like Ema in all honesty she felt somewhat abandoned by Millicent. To make matters worse, she was positive tomorrow would be yet another shitshow at her workplace and with everything piling on here and now, it felt as though nothing would change. It took everything she had not to scream at her friend or even lash out at Emily herself back then and now she paid the price - the stress had reached its boiling point and there was no remaining outlets to blow off steam as she had no intention of lashing out at her friends no matter how cross she felt…

  “Damn it, there’s no other choice… I’ll have to call upon Nyx again…”