—---------------------- Two months earlier —----------------------

  Hidden behind rows upon rows of large pine trees, a battle seemed to be well underway as audible thuds of leather hitting flesh could be heard. The thick forest was located at the island’s north-western edge and though pines were far from uncommon, the sheer volume and close proximity seemed unnatural at best - each trunk was just a few inches apart and their bright green needles intertwined like a giant yet cramped gazebo of wood. A boxing ring was located a few feet away and within the squared circle the ear-splitting sound of rubber soles sliding against canvas had long since scared away the local wildlife. Wearing a light green top and shorts with a white line stretching down the hip, Isabelle struggled to stay in control as she staggered backwards, the soles of her black leggings starting to tear from the constant movement. While the yellow dog was on the back foot with her red boxing gloves raised in a sloppy guard, her opponent - a brown-haired human wearing simple white sports shoes, red tee and white shorts - was another matter as he closed the distance with relative ease before launching a Right Hook that forced the shih tzu to throw her head back with a yelp.

  “Eep! That was too clos- OOUFF-!”

  A Left Hook nailed her side and Isabelle’s white cheeks puffed like balloons while saliva pushed out from behind her white mouthguard, followed by a swift right jab that decked the canine’s nose. She didn’t take long to recover and shook off the cobwebs with a groan before stepping in to attempt a desperate offense, only for a Right Straight to land with such precision her face was pushed inward. The dog’s raised gloves moved to the side in response to the impact and she froze on the spot before the mayor’s red glove retracted, pulling a string of slobber from the area he struck. Isabelle was too stunned to respond in time and her bell was rung by a heavy Right Hook that kneaded her cheek like dough and sent her stumbling with clumsy feet into the ropes where she ended with both arms hanging limp on the other side. While she was trapped by the ring’s edge, the human bobbed her head left and right with rapid jabs, speedbagging his groggy opponent with no apparent difficulty as her body trembled before nailing the dog’s soft white belly with an Uppercut that made more saliva rain from her mouth. Even the act of keeping her mouthguard in place proved difficult as she pinched it between her lips, though what proved more noticeable was the dark stain which had begun to spread on her crotch. The mayor paused for a moment and stepped back, uncertain if he should continue as he watched her lift both arms over the rope with hoarse gasps.

  “Haah…haah… Ooh…” Isabelle lowered her head to look at the stain with glossy eyes before rubbing a curious glove against it. “Hff…aah… Oh dear…” The stimulation was getting to her and she rubbed it faster without thinking. “I-I…ooh… Mff…”

  “Umm, Isabelle…?” the mayor said as he rubbed the back of his head. “Are you okay? Shall we end it here…?”

  His words brought her back to reality and she jolted. “Ah, no…!” She fanned her sticky glove in a defensive manner. “I-I can continue…! Th-this is necessary training…!”

  “But Isabelle, you, umm…” The human seemed to grow more anxious. “That stain-”

  The flustered shih tzu blushed and she bounced off the ropes with a reckless punch. “I-it’s fine!”

  Much to her chagrin, the mayor ducked with little effort and rocked her diaphragm with a Right Hook that sent an intense shock coursing through her body. The glistening white mouthguard almost popped out as saliva flew before a Left Hook rocked her head sideways in a cascade of sweat. She stomped the ground and slapped a glove against her mouth to push the mouthguard back in before distancing herself with both arms raised in a guard, but it all proved to be for naught as a lightning-fast Haymaker slipped in right below the elbow and rammed her gut with pinpoint precision. Isabelle uttered a hollow gasp and spat as a brief bulge appeared on her back, forcing the dog’s body to lean forward before she stumbled and fell on her back. She lay on the canvas with heavy breaths, one glove on her bruised belly and both thighs closed shut while the shih tzu’s other arm lay sprawled next to her drooling face. The angle made her look more like a swimsuit model posing for the camera than someone who had just been knocked down as her voluptuous cleavage was left in full view of the mayor that blushed something fierce. However, this didn’t quell the canine’s will to continue and she soon rolled on her stomach and got up on all fours with a groan, then pushed her mouthguard back in.

  “I think we should stop for now.” the human said with a sheepish smile. “There’s no shame in taking a break, you know?

  Isabelle looked over her shoulder with a huff. “I couldn’t quell…Cesar and Chuck’s fight…” she said before pushing herself up on one knee. “I need to become stronger…so that won’t repeat itself…”

  The mayor rubbed a glove against his chin. “Isabelle, I can take care of the more rowdy villagers that’s too much for you. There’s no need to push yourself so much…”

  “You’re not always here…” She rose to her feet and bumped both gloves together. “Remember those Smash tournaments…?”

  He paused for a moment before clapping his gloves. “Ah! You’re right!”

  “Yeah… So please…” The dog showed a bright, kind smile despite the bruises, “let’s continue my training…”

  Though reluctant, the mayor couldn’t ignore his secretary’s bright smile and shot forward with focused eyes, left arm primed for what looked to be a heavy shot intended for the gut. The second she so much as lowered her arms to prepare a block however, a Right Straight crashed into her face and rocked the dog’s head back before a Left Hook dug itself into her navel while she was still stunned by the initial strike. A very clear glove imprint was left behind on Isabelle’s soft belly as her cheeks puffed up and when she doubled over to throw up saliva, an Uppercut launched her head skyward to sent her oral fluids flying like a fountain. The blow was so mighty her once guarding arms fell straight down and when she then fell into the ropes with distant eyes, a Right Hook to the cheek jolted her awake once again. Nevertheless, even with her guard raised she was unable to compete with the mayor’s rapidfire punches, speedbagging her head for a couple seconds before targeting the shih tzu’s belly with even more machinegun-like blows that hit with growing force. Countless indents formed on her softened stomach and as saliva dribbled out like an active faucet, the stain in her shorts continued to spread until more lewd juices started passing through the soaked fabric. When the barrage of blows began to lift her body in midair, Isabelle could do nothing but gasp and grunt as her back pressed against the ropes, toes curling and saliva splattering for every strike. The mayor slowed down and reeled an arm back before impaling the dog’s belly with a Haymaker that made her body jackknife around his arm while a line of cum squirted through her shorts, followed by a devastating Uppercut that stretched her neck upward - Isabelle’s body was straightened up in an instant and she came on the spot while her mouthguard flew towards the ceiling. Like a puppet with its strings cut, she slid down and fell with her side atop the bottom rope while her wet mouthguard clattered on the ground just inches away, trembling with weak moans as cum trickled from her thighs and dripped on the floor.

  By all accounts, Isabelle should have been down and out already but despite the human’s overwhelming domination she grabbed her mouthguard and managed to pull herself up by the ropes with determined eyes. After stuffing the moist piece of plastic back in her mouth, she placed both gloves close to her chest, did a slight forward hunch and charged forward in a burst of burning passion-

  THUMP!

  A vicious Haymaker found its way past Isabelle’s guard and dug deep inside her solar plexus, bringing the canine to an abrupt halt as her eyes shot open in shock. She could feel the sensation of her abdominal muscles giving in to leather and the overwhelming nausea wrought by the feeling of crushed innards made her cheeks puff up more than ever before. Drool trickled down her chin, tears left the corner of her glistening eyes and the white mouthguard was slowly but surely pushed out - her mouth opened with an audible “bueeeh-” and the mouthguard fell as her slobbery tongue hung out. Long strips of drool stretched from the tip of her tongue to funnel into her large cleavage as she doubled over with both arms clutching her belly, the stain in her shorts spreading at a rapid pace until she finally reached a standing orgasm with her knees still leaning against one another. It was a pitiful sight, seeing all that determination fade with a single punch, yet the mayor couldn’t take his eyes off the dog for a second as she stared at the floor, quivering legs seconds away from giving in before…

  “Uuh… Not…hff…not yet…hrff…” Isabelle raised her head and both arms soon followed. “I…ooh… I’m not…hff…d-done…”

  The mayor was impressed. His secretary’s determination appeared to still be alive and well as she stood there with raised gloves - granted they were but flickering embers, but alive nonetheless. Her inner thighs had gotten so wet that they reflected the sun’s light and there was still a visible imprint of his glove on the dog’s stomach, yet there she stood unbroken before him. It reminded the human of the many legendary heroes he had fought in the ring, men and women with an indomitable will to keep on fighting no matter what sort of villain or conflict they faced. The man couldn’t say he possessed such a will himself, he was but a humble and timid mayor who just so happened to be really strong, so seeing Isabelle face him like this filled the human with pride. Asking her to stop now would be nothing short of an insult and thus he stepped in without hesitation before closing the distance with a few swift steps, watching the look of surprise on her face before delivering a vicious Right Hook to the cheek which sent saliva gushing out to splatter on the canvas, though even with her cheek pushed inwards against her mouth, Isabelle’s still-open emerald eye glared at him. Her guard didn’t drop for a second and he spotted slight movement from her hips as she prepared to counter, but the ever observant human rammed another glove into her gut before she could even have the time to move her arms. Another squirt passed through her shorts as saliva splattered on the mayor’s shirt, but he didn’t stop there as he rocked her body with another cannonball of leather that lifted the canine’s feet before bobbing her head back and forth with a chain of consecutive left-right jabs. Though she still had both arms raised in a guard, Isabelle failed to block a single strike where she stood, mind drifting into outer space as she was walked around the ring before ending by the corner where jabs evolved into Hooks which then evolved yet again into a Dempsey Roll.

  Cum splashed on the canvas to trickle down the ring’s edge and the surrounding grass turned moist with saliva as her head was knocked around like a sandbag until a heavy fist finalized the combo by piercing the dog’s vulnerable stomach. A heavy burst of saliva gushed out of her mouth and she reached another orgasm while leaning her upper body against the mayor’s arm with faint eyes, having finally reached her definite limit. The human stepped aside so she could make a clean fall and the shih tzu stumbled forward with clumsy steps…yet she still stood. He was baffled by his secretary’s iron will and made a slow approach towards the dog’s attractive backside before bending over to pick up her mouthguard, then circled around and pushed it back in for her. Isabelle’s eyes were distant and she stood there with hanging arms, huffing and wheezing in exhaustion as there was no longer any strength left in her body to resume the fight. Nevertheless, her body still stood and with cum dripping from her soaked shorts there was no doubt in the mayor’s mind that she was out on her feet.

  That is, until a red glove bopped him on the cheek.

  “Hah…hff…huff…haha…” Isabelle didn’t even have the strength to smile as her glove weakly rubbed his cheek. “G-gotcha…”

  The mayor smiled at his secretary’s last-ditch attack - if it could even be referred to as such - and stepped in, fist primed to go before he launched a heavy javelin of an Uppercut into her belly with such force she rose from the canvas and climaxed on the spot. She threw up her mouthguard in a torrent of saliva that hit the canvas, leaving slimy trails of slobber hanging from the lips as her now-limp body jackknifed around the human’s arm. The impact of his punch reverberated throughout her body and caused tears in her top to form until it split by the seams and fell apart to expose the dog’s large erect breasts in full view while they rested against his bicep. She hung on his glove like a piece of meat with pitiful moans and gasps as her body was brought to an abdominal collapse and when the mayor finally pulled back, she dropped face down with her big bottom in the air. It was a complete knockout as she lay on the canvas, slobbery tongue flopped out on the ground to pool saliva around her head while those hefty hips kept bucking and convulsing for every squirt. The mayor wouldn’t admit it, but seeing Isabelle in such a pose turned him on as a large bulge could be seen pushing against his shorts.

  “Le-let’s head back to town hall…” he said with a bright blush while pushing steam from his nostrils. “I-I’ll get you cleaned up in no time…”

  While the human was busy gathering Isabelle’s ruined top and got ready to carry her outside the ring, a shadowy figure glared at them from behind a tree. They had been attracted by the sounds in the midst of a bug hunt and found themselves mesmerized by the one-sided dominance.

  “Yes, this is it.” the figure said while drumming the bark with their fingers. “This is a royal contest befitting my status…”

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  “With this, the symmetry of my royal abode is complete.”

  Ankha nodded to herself as she held Fang’s bug container in her hands, gazing upon the shiny golden stag as if she had caught it herself. Her eyes traveled down to the wolf who flinched on his knees before turning in the direction of Whitney - it only took a single nod from the cat for the wolf to climb into the ring and retrieve the container. After giving the canine a stern stare, Ankha watched the collared wolf leave with the bug as she headed for the cat’s house to drop it off. The feline would have done it herself were it not for the fact that a certain pesky secretary dog chose to meddle in royal affairs with talks of ‘equal rights’ and ‘friendship’, matters that were far beneath her notice. It came as a surprise then, that this otherwise peaceful dog was so eager to accept a fight even after seeing such brilliant dominance on display, proving just how mentally deficient she was. To Ankha, Isabelle was a mere stepping stone towards greatness, one that would bring her one step closer to an absolute hegemony of the village with herself as the rightful ruler. She was already thinking of the many ways she could tame the secretary into granting her benefits otherwise unattainable for villagers to solidify her status as the proverbial top dog.

  She heard a growing murmur amongst the villagers and turned her head to see a figure approach in the distance, blonde ponytail bobbing to and fro for every step. Isabelle walked with both taped hands clasping below the belly in a formal stride, a kind smile plastered on her face as she came dressed in her usual light green workout gear. Despite the stakes she had been faced with, the shih tzu demonstrated a professional poise befitting that of the village’s resident secretary and the mayor’s right hand woman - a woman loved by the island, save for one arrogant feline. The villagers stepped aside in a neat line when Isabelle came close to the ring and she gave them all a sweet nod before climbing inside the ring where she proceeded to give Ankha a polite bow.

  “Thank you for your patience, Miss Ankha.” she said in a tone sweet like honey. “I will do my best to live up to your expectations.”

  The cat narrowed her eyes. “Then you may as well kowtow to me this instant, for I expect nothing but your miserable defeat.”

  “Oh goodness no, I wouldn’t dare forfeit a match right after accepting it. That would be rude.” Isabelle chuckled before giving her palm a light punch. “I may not look it, but I’m no slouch in the ring. At least that’s what the mayor told me.”

  “Mere lip service, me meow.” Ankha scoffed and shook her head. “Are you really that daft? He’s charming you with sweet words so you can stay obedient and do whatever he wants with nothing to give in return.”

  The secretary’s eye twitched at the words but she maintained her smile. “With all due respect, that isn’t an accurate representation of our relationship. The mayor is very kind and works very hard.” She looked over her shoulder at the few trees that were lined up in the distance. “You see those trees?”

  Ankha rolled her eyes and huffed. “Yes, my eyes still function.”

  “This area had a thick forest two months ago, but the mayor cut them down with his own two hands in just a few hours to build houses for new villagers.” Her emerald eyes drifted to Fauna. “And he used the remaining wood to craft Fauna a wonderful table.”

  “And?” The feline stood there with one hand on her hip and slack shoulders of disinterest. “What is the point of telling me this?”

  “I’m saying that the mayor is not the type of person to take advantage of others. And he’s put his trust in me.” For the first time, Isabelle showed a more firm look and raised her taped fists. “This is why I will defeat you today so you can start behaving. Respectfully, of course.”

  It took a lot of restraint for Ankha to avoid snorting at the mere notion of defeat. “Such ignorance.” She flexed her clawed fingers and raised a sharp knee with a dull look in her eyes. “You do not have what it takes to defeat me.”

  Isabelle shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. I will at the very least try my best for the sake of everyone here, including yourself.”

  “Hmph, how lukewarm.”

  By this point Ankha no longer had any interest in maintaining their conversation and wagged her fingers at the dog, beckoning for her to fight. Isabelle’s demeanor shifted and she positioned herself with both arms raised in a guard as she entered a boxing stance while doing a couple light hops. The cat remained on one foot and stood in a much more loose stance with one hand positioned next to her muscular thigh while the other was raised at chest-level - yet despite this offensive stance, it was almost impossible to see any openings that wouldn’t result in a devastating counter. After eyeing one another for a few seconds, the secretary started pacing around her opponent with attentive eyes, trying to scout the most optimal way of landing a proper hit. One of the more perplexing things about Ankha was that even when the dog had positioned herself towards the feline’s side, she made no effort to turn even a single inch. She stood there like one of those statues Redd always tried to sell the townsfolk, yet even as she placed herself behind the arrogant feline, Isabelle still felt as though she was being watched. After circling back to face her opponent, the dog threw a swift jab which was swatted aside by the raised leg and she fanned her throbbing hand with a frown before stepping back in. Once she got close enough Isabelle did a sudden turn and went to strike at the cat with a punch from the side, but Ankha’s flexible leg stretched into a full split to block the fist with her sole. She took a moment to observe the shock in Isabelle’s eyes and drummed her toes against the secretary’s knuckles before forcing her leg down to make the dog fall, then slammed the blade of her foot into her cheek while standing on the still-closed fist. Spit flew from the shih tzu’s mouth as she stared at the horizon with wide eyes, her fist still trapped beneath Ankha’s foot which now stood with its full weight upon it. The fall was awkward and strained her arm as she yelped, but upon seeing the feline lifting her other leg to stomp down on her, the yellow canine pulled free and rolled away just in time to see the foot slam the canvas right where her head used to be. She scrambled to her feet and hopped back for distance while rubbing her sore wrist with a wince. Something had to be done about those legs.

  Isabelle watched the cat do a couple short hops with both arms hanging slack but before any further thoughts could reach her mind, the feline closed the distance in an abrupt forward dash. A high-pitched “eep!” left the dog’s lips and she raised her guard in a panic with her body leaning back on instinct, only for a sharp kick to dig into her side like a rolling pin pressing into fresh dough. The secretary’s white mouthguard popped into view with a faint ejection of spit and she tried to counter with a punch, but Ankha’s reflexes proved far too fast as she ducked and leaned in before driving a knee into the canine’s white belly. She hunched upon impact and backed away with a wince while holding an arm over her stomach as drool trickled down her chin, then raised the other arm just in time to block an incoming kick. Ankha had no intention of offering her opponent any breathing room as she kept kicking at the arm, watching it tremble upon impact while Isabelle’s face sweated from the struggle. The way she gritted her teeth for every block, the pain in her eyes, it brought a great sense of satisfaction to the cat as she delivered one final kick into the guarding arm that forced out an audible grunt before the shih tzu dropped on one knee. At that very moment, with Isabelle now physically beneath her, Ankha swung a kick into her cheek from the opposite direction of where her guarding arm was, rocking the dog’s head sideways with a spray of spit before it rebounded into a second kick that knocked the stunned canine’s head in the opposite direction, followed by yet another rebound. The feline’s leg swung left and right like a pendulum as she landed kick after kick to her opponent’s cheeks, each blow kneading the skin and forcing out sprays of saliva and sweat alike until finally, she brought her foot upward and brought the heel down upon Isabelle’s head with the most nonchalant Axe Kick the villagers had ever seen. A flash of white clouded the secretary’s vision as she was forced to stare down upon the canvas with hazy eyes, but before her face could even make contact with the ground she was met with the dorsum of Ankha’s foot flying into her mouth. When the rising foot pressed against the canine’s face and pushed her snout inward, Isabelle’s consciousness blanked for a split second as her head was launched to the moon in a flawless parabola before she hit the ground, arms and legs sprawled out. A pair of glossy green eyes stared out at the trembling villagers as a glistening mouthguard hung from her upper lip while streaks of drool trickled down the face and past her eyes as if they were tears. A dark stain had become visible on her shorts and with her crotch pointing in Ankha’s direction, the cat was given a front row seat to the growing spread in real time.

  “I see. Now I understand why you were so overjoyed about dueling me.” the cat scoffed. “You’re just another deviant who finds pleasure in being dominated, me meow.” She stepped on her opponent’s crotch and started grinding. “Well?”

  “Ah-...mmf… N-no…” Isabelle whimpered. “I…I don’t…hff… Oooh…” The dog raised a trembling hand in protest, though she couldn’t reach the leg. “S-stop…”

  Ankha rested a hand on her hip and placed her other hand beneath the chin with an arrogant sneer. “Go on. I do enjoy a good grovel.”

  Faint moans escaped Isabelle’s lips and she tried to sit up, only for Ankha to advance with her other foot pushing against the dog’s face. “Mmph-?!”

  “Who said you could sit?” the cat uttered in a cold tone as she grinded her soles against the shih tzu’s face and groin in tandem. “Secretary or not, you are beneath me just like everyone else. Submit to me and I might consider granting you a merciful defeat.”

  With the cat’s foot against her mouth, Isabelle couldn’t utter a word of surrender even if she wanted to. It was a degrading experience, one that was galvanized further by the growing stimulation of her burning groin as Ankha’s other foot kept grinding it. The urge to release kept rising but she refused to give in and grabbed the cat’s ankle before delivering a desperate punch into the shin that made her opponent cry out in pain and jump back. She rolled onto her stomach with laborious groans, attentive emerald eyes keeping track of the cat as she got on all fours before rising at a controlled pace. Ankha was formidable, but the shih tzu’s confidence showed no signs of wavering as she raised an arm and blocked an incoming kick while still down on one knee. She backed up and got on her feet, fanning the throbbing arm she had just blocked with before awaiting her foe to approach once more. The yellow cat closed the distance with a couple swift steps and lifted her leg to prepare a kick, prompting Isabelle to throw a Right Cross in an attempt to counter her kick before it could materialize. However, Ankha twisted her flexible upper half and watched the flying fist as it passed just inches from her nose, then arched her spine back to evade the Left Hook that followed. She moved like a leaf carried by the spring breeze as punches wooshed past her head and body, all while offering her attacker naught but a bored gaze.

  Then, while still in the midst of her regal dancing, one of the dog’s fists grazed her shoulder and she stepped back. The boredom was replaced by annoyance which then gave way to anger as she tried to smooth out the ruffled fur, veins popping like weeds on her forehead. While the arrogant feline was distracted by her vanity, Isabelle closed in with raised fists and threw a Haymaker which Ankha evaded with an audible “tch”, only to run right into a Left Hook that sunk into her side. She let out a hollow gasp and spat, navy blue mouthguard showing as she spat and backed away with one hand clutching the aching spot. Sweat trickled down her veiny forehead as she was on the backfoot, dodging a torrent of punches brought forth by the dog’s growing vigor. Ankha was soon forced to even block the occasional punch and she could feel the anger boiling as more strands of golden fur lost the smoothness she had worked so hard to maintain - the ache that followed each blow served to fuel the growing bonfire of anger. In the midst of her fury, the feline misstepped and watched Isabelle capitalize on it with a Haymaker, forcing her to lean back with a yelp. With her faulty balance it was inevitable she would fall from this sudden maneuver and so, while the fist flew above the cat’s face, she swung her foot in an upward arc and snuck it under the dog’s top. Ankha’s sharp nails pierced the fabric and tore it off in one fell swoop, exposing Isabelle’s impressive rack in front of the crowd. The flustered secretary shrieked and covered her bare breasts with both arms, skittish emerald eyes shifting as she hoped the villagers wouldn’t stare.

  They did.

  “D-don’t look, don’t look!” Isabelle cried out as she dropped to her knees and scrambled to pick up her top’s remains with one hand. “I need to-” She was brought to pause as Ankha’s foot rested against her chin. “Ah.”

  “Yes, this is a good position. It suits you.” The feline stood above Isabelle with her nose pointed at the sky. “But it’s too early into our little game for you to act the part of my servant already, so…”

  It took but a single upward jerk to make Isabelle stand again and before she could regain her bearings, a sharp kick sunk into her white stomach to force out a brief splash of saliva. Her white mouthguard poked out and she clutched her belly with both arms as she doubled over, baring her exposed cleavage in full view to the cat. She touched her chest for a moment and grimaced, then responded with a cruel kick to the breasts which made them jiggle like speedbags as the dog stumbled with an agonized cry. After delivering a sharp kick into the side of her left breast breast to make it slap against its neighbour with an audible clapping sound, Ankha followed with a 180 degree kick to the chin that rocketed her brain to the moon and straightened the dog’s body like a nail. Isabelle was too rattled to form any coherent thoughts and soon a second kick snapped her head sideways with a drizzle of spit hitting the canvas before a third rocked it in the opposite direction - the kicking leg lowered in a beautiful bow and reeled back, then swung between the dog’s legs like a hammer. A silent scream left her wide open mouth and she almost spat out the mouthguard as her feet left the ground, the stain in her shorts spreading wide upon impact. When she dropped to her knees with a pitiful whimper, Isabelle was met with a sudden kick that pushed her snout inwards before being launched in the air like a football, leaving a trail of spit and sweat in her wake until she hit the ropes. Her head hung outside the ring with both elbows resting on the bottom rope, mouth wide open and mouthguard hanging as her chest rose at slow intervals with hoarse breaths and huffs. The cloudy stain in her shorts had expanded to the point nectar had seeped through the soaked green fabric and created a shallow pool between her quivering inner thighs. Ankha wasted no time stepping on the downed dog’s crotch and gave it a thorough grinding session to force out more weak moans, ramping up the force bit by bit as her sensitive ears caught the growing pitch until finally, Isabelle squirted. The canine’s fingers twitched, her toes curled and her tongue stretched out as she was forced into a state of release that stained the cat’s soles, yet that didn’t stop the persistent grinding. In fact, seeing Isabelle in this state prompted Ankha to push down harder and soon the squelching sounds reached the blushing villagers’ ears before she was forced to squirt a second time with a loud moan that made the sadistic cat smile for once.

  The arrogant feline lifted her foot to stare at the dripping nectar for a moment before dragging Isabelle back into the ring by the ankle, then stepped on her chest with a face of disgust. She smeared and wiped the dog’s own cum all over the fur while she still lingered in the afterglow of her consecutive squirts, then stepped back to watch the response. When Isabelle had begun to regain a sense of clarity and raised her head, she was met with the strong scent and when she looked down to see the large stain of her own love juices, the flustered secretary stared in silence with half-lidded eyes of embarrassment. After staring at the humiliating stain for what felt like hours, Isabelle’s eyes drifted up at her opponent who stood there looking at her pristine nails and began to make a slow ascent by pulling herself up by the ropes. She refused to lose and even with the disgraceful mark smeared over her chest the dog was determined to continue fighting - but the second she turned around, a foot pressed against her neck and pinned the canine against the ropes.

  “Gah-?!”

  Ankha scoffed as she pressed her foot against the topless dog’s throat. “You possess impressive tenacity, if nothing else.” she said before adding more pressure. “Good sandbags are hard to come by, so I commend you.”

  “Haah…ghg-...” Isabelle’s tongue hung and she drooled without end while grasping at the cat’s ankle. “C-can’t…breathe…”

  “An astute observation, me meow.” The feline leaned an elbow on her outstretched thigh and applied more pressure, eyes fixed on the growing stain on the secretary’s shorts. “As expected, you derive pleasure from being choked. I wonder…”

  Isabelle’s throat was released and she fell, only for her head to be caught under the cat’s arm. “Ah-... Wh-what are you- Ooouuf-!”

  With the dog’s neck caught in a vice, Ankha wasted no time ramming a knee into her gut. “Since you’ve proven your durability,” She sunk another knee deep, “we shall see,” Then a third penetrated the belly, “just how much,” A fourth followed, “you,” And a fifth, “can,” A sixth disappeared into the soft white fur, “take.”

  “Oough-...! Ooouuf-...! Gha-hah-...” Saliva kept spewing from the dog’s mouth and her mouthguard clung onto dear life as every strike made her squirt. “Hff…huff… Oooh…”

  Ankha didn’t pull back the sixth knee, instead grinding it deep to provide more hoarse moans. “So pathetic, me meow. Aren’t you ashamed of soaking yourself so easily? You…” She pulled out and plowed one final knee deep inside her gut, causing the asphyxiated shih tzu to reach an orgasm, “are a pitiful stain unworthy of your position!”

  Isabelle couldn’t take it anymore as she threw up a torrent of saliva that splashed on the cat’s wide hips and the floor beside her feet, tears flowing down her pink cheeks. Her eyes were hazy and long strings of drool hung from her glistening tongue, yet the secretary refused to pass out… Once Ankha noticed, she kicked her into the ropes before picking up the mouthguard which was then pinched between her lips, then stepped in, held her cheeks in a firm grip with both hands and gave her adversary a kiss. Isabelle’s tired eyes shot open as their lips touched and could do nothing but utter muffled moans while the feline did the business, navigating the mouthguard with her tongue to insert it just where it belonged before reaching deeper to coil around the dog’s tongue. She wrestled it down in a dominant dance while watching the dog’s response with strict eyes, taking note of how easy it was to make the canine moan before lifting her thigh against the crotch as she began the grind. While in the midst of grinding the dog’s groin, she lowered a hand to cup one of her big tits and gave it a thorough, sensual massage while stroking her erect nipple with a thMore muffled moans echoed into the roof of Ankha’s mouth and she saw pitiful tears fall from the corner of her new toy’s eyes as she started bucking her hips by sheer instinct before stiffening up as she came in her shorts once again. The cat parted their lips which were now connected by long strings of saliva and took the moment to look into those dull green eyes while stroking the canine’s hot pink cheek with a regal flair, then cupped her jaw.

  “You…” Ankha leaned closer to her opponent’s ear, “are an eyesore.”

  She squeezed Isabelle’s chin and spun around before throwing the dog to the canvas with what looked like a Choke Slam, then hunched down above her face to grab hold of the canine’s blonde ponytail. After lifting the pitiful dog’s head, Ankha sat down and clamped her strong thighs around her neck to choke the weakened secretary with a frontal Headscissor that pressed her crotch against the mouth. With slow sways of her hip, she gyrated against the mouth and savored the hot breaths caressing her groin before pressing two fingers against Isabelle’s crotch - she circled them against the clitoris and closed her eyes to savor the lewd moans bouncing against her groin until the dog bucked her hips and came. When the flow finished Isabelle flopped back down with soft moans as Ankha snuck the hand inside her shorts to finish the job, deft fingers lifting the rim of her soaked panties in its search for direct contact. The dog was helpless against her opponent’s advances and could feel her mind giving way to pleasure where she laid, yet more than the cat up above there was something else that caught her attention. Standing ringside with a look of worry was the mayor, strong fingers squeezing the edge to the point it almost dug holes into the very canvas through sheer force of pressure alone. From her current angle, it almost looked as though the human was mere seconds away from climbing inside the ring himself.

  (“N-no… If he intervenes, then poor Ankha will…”)

  Isabelle felt a renewed will to fight and grabbed the cat’s wide hips before licking her crotch, forcing a surprised gasp out of the unsuspecting feline. That brief pause was all the dog needed and with muscles tensing to their utmost she began to rise, lifting her opponent with a level of strength once thought impossible. Ankha was too shocked by this development to even respond and before she knew it the feline was flung aside by a burst of adrenaline-driven strength. She got back up within the very second she hit the ground and, caution be damned, the cat shot forward with a vicious kick intended to ring her opponent’s bell once and for all. Much to her surprise however, Isabelle managed to duck just in time and sunk her knuckles into the feline’s midsection with such force that she almost spat out her mouthguard on the spot. Ankha stood there as if frozen in time, fist still lodged inside her gut, drool slobbering down her chin and blue mouthguard poking out in a bid to release itself. When Isabelle retracted her arm, the cat staggered back and clutched her stomach with mouth and eyes alike wide open before dropping on her knee in a manner akin to bending the knee. The cat looked up at the dog with a wince and gritted her teeth as she saw her adversary just stand there with heavy breaths, not even entertaining the thought of making another advance.

  “L-lucky shot, me meow…” Ankha growled before rising up.

  A tiny smile stretched across Isabelle’s lips. “Probably… Let’s hope it lasts…”

  An angry vein formed on the cat’s forehead. “You cheeky knave!”

  She advanced on a reckless charge and swung her leg in a high arc to strike, but Isabelle ducked and struck the cat’s cheek with a swift jab that sent a tiny sliver of spit flying before following with another jab that decked her on the nose. Ankha could feel her prior cool fading for every second she felt the sting on her nose and stepped back to rub it… Upon looking at her hand, she noticed a faint discoloration, no larger than a mite, yet the crimson hue was unmistakable - however small, Isabelle had shed her blood and tainted the flawless golden fur of her god-given royal body. The once regal air she possessed now gave way to the fury of hell itself and with teeth bared like a feral beast the cat shot towards her prey with arms spread and sharp nails primed to strike. She advanced with a high kick that Isabelle blocked with a grunt and followed up with a second kick thrown by her other leg which faced the same result, then performed a swift spin and thrusted a Push Kick towards the belly which her adversary blocked as well. The dog’s feet skidded backwards and she dropped down on one knee with heavy breaths as sweat poured from every inch of her tired body, yet she kept both arms locked in a tight guard nevertheless. Ankha’s aggressive air hadn’t gone unnoticed and the secretary had turtled up on instinct to weather that unpredictable storm to the best of her ability, something that was now put to the test as she raised both arms to block a heavy Axe Kick with a cross guard. Her legs trembled under the weight of that powerful kick and she was forced to do a backwards roll, but just when she managed to rise up again, a swift kick decked her in the cheek just before her guard could rise at full. Saliva and sweat sprayed in the air and her mouthguard almost found a clean exit on the spot, but Isabelle managed to stay firm and kept her right eye locked on the cat while fighting the growing haze. She could sense her loins burning for every strike that befell her body including the ones she blocked and she felt a surging will to release it all even now, but the dog’s determination burned bright and she went on the advance while Ankha was still in her kicking motion.

  THUMP!

  Isabelle dug a punch into the cat’s diaphragm before she could even consider defending herself, knocking the air out of her lungs as saliva splashed on the dog’s chest. It was only one punch, yet that single precise blow replaced the feline’s feral expression with that of pain and shock. She followed with a clean Right Hook to the jaw that rung Ankha’s bell something fierce and while the cat staggered to her right, a Left Cross snapped her head backward in a cloud of sweat. The dog’s second wind took hold of the pace and she rocked the feline’s body with a punch that forced her into a weak hunch as she spat, then an Uppercut rocked her head upward and locked her into a state of staring straight at the hot sun for a good few seconds while spilled saliva rained down around her. What was once a pair of elegant legs possessing the grace of royalty had now become clumsy like an amateur court jester as she stumbled away from the dog, yet Isabelle refused to let this chance fly by and dug a fistfull of knuckles deep into the solar plexus with an Uppercut that lifted the cat off her feet. Ankha’s body jackknifed around the canine’s explosive arm and her mouth shot open for all the built-up saliva to gush out from behind her mouthguard before she dropped to the canvas with an audible thud. At first the cat lay on the canvas with hoarse breaths to spill her drool in a puddle, but she soon managed to lift her shaky body up on all fours…only for her cheeks to puff up as the threw up another load of saliva with her blue mouthguard soon following. She stared at the fresh pool of saliva beneath her with teary eyes, too weakened to even pull her attention away from the shiny mouthguard laying in the center.

  (“What is this power…?”) the cat thought to herself as she wheezed. (“I thought this dog was just some weakling…”) She dug her sharp nails into the canvas. (“I saw her lose to the mayor without landing a single hit, so when did she become this strong…?”) Her fangs grinded together, snout scrunched and eyes narrowing. “This makes no sense…me meow…”

  A familiar hand came into view and grabbed the mouthguard. “Oh dear… You dropped this…” Isabelle said as she sat hunched before her opponent with a tired smile. “Here~” Before any protests could be uttered, the dog put Ankha’s mouthguard back in and gave her a light tap on the cheek. “There you go…” she giggled, then rose and distanced herself. “Let’s continue.”

  The nerve of that mutt! Ankha could feel the heat of a thousand suns boil within the core of her soul and used that very same primal fury to ascend. Gone was her regal air, now replaced by the fierce aura of a hellcat hunting for its prey, yet the moment she charged at the canine, a bullet of leather smacked against her snout. In her rush she had advanced faster than intended and ran right into an awaiting glove which pushed her face inward, stunning the cat just long enough for Isabelle to land a solid shot into her gut, followed by a second, third and fourth. Pain racked Ankha’s mind and she teetered back with both arms clutching her throbbing belly, but right when the cat was about to let her mouthguard slip, an Uppercut crashed into her mouth and pushed it back in. The feline’s head was launched back and bright stars flashed before her eyes as the groggy fighter toppled over like a felled tree with the back of her head resting against the bottom rope. Weak moans and huffs exhaled from her lips, a dark spot now visible on the bindings covering her groin as she trembled. Though she had taken less damage than her enemy, Ankha seemed far out of it as she kept panting with half-lidded eyes staring at the sun - pain was a cruel mistress she had only seen as an infrequent visitor at best.

  Nevertheless, she gripped the middle rope and started climbing as Isabelle watched with both hands folded up front, waiting with the patience of a saint. Through laborious effort, Ankha rose with shaky arms and even shakier knees as she held the top rope for dear life, hazy eyes staring at the awaiting dog. Despite her vulnerable state the busty fighter showed no intention of exploiting it as she seemed more than comfortable enough to await another advance with raised fists - this was a kindness Ankha could very well exploit. The cat went on a slow stride towards her foe with a pained wince and trembling arms raised in a sloppy guard, catching the worried secretary’s attention. She hesitated at the sight and her face twisted into deep concern as she moved closer to check up on her supposedly weakened opponent, only for the crafty feline to rake her sharp claws in a downward arc which grazed the secretary’s white belly and tore into the center of her shorts. The fabric was torn apart and Isabelle’s eyes went wide as her shorts split and fell to the canvas, leaving the dog in nothing but her frilly white panties which were soaked to the point of exposing the outline of her throbbing pussy. Her cheeks went bright pink and she gasped in shock before a 180 degree kick shot up from below, slipped between the dog’s guard and crashed into her chin with such great force that a splash of bodily fluids flew in a reverse waterfall from her head and towards the skies. Isabelle staggered with her face still pointed at the sky yet it didn’t take long for her emerald eyes to regain their light as they darted down on Ankha who had just wound up another kicking motion. With her protruding mouthguard pinched tight between the lips, she stomped the ground and twisted her body just enough to evade the cat’s incoming Push Kick as it passed her belly, then slammed a fist into Ankha’s jaw. The golden feline’s head snapped sideways and her blue mouthguard popped out for a moment as saliva was spilled before a swift punch to the gut made her cheeks puff up, followed by a quick One-Two Hook to either side of her body that squeezed the oxygen out of the cat’s lungs. Ankha was teetering on the edge now and with half-lidded eyes held her throbbing body with both arms before launching a desperate kick which Isabelle sidestepped, darted past and closed in before unloading an Uppercut that clocked the cat’s chin so hard that it not only knocked the mouthguard towards the sun, it also sent her flying several feet in the air. The friction of the blow tore through the weakened feline’s top and as her bare-chested body flew - surrounded by droplets of sweat and spit - she could only stare at the blurry blue sky before hitting the canvas with a heavy bang.

  Isabelle panted, eyelids heavy and shoulders sagging as she blushed. “Hah…hah… T-take that…” she uttered before trying to steady her breathing. “I might…have overdone it…” The dog looked over at her downed opponent and spotted a large dark stain that had spread on her nethers. “O-oh my… Umm…” She could feel her heart beating at intense intervals and closed her legs. “I might have overdone it…? Oh boy…” The more she watched the stain, the more her lust grew. “Ha…haha.” She raised her fists with a smile. “Are you okay? If you can still stand…let’s keep going.”

  Pain. So much pain. Ankha had underestimated Isabelle’s strength and had now paid the price for her ignorance, not that she would ever admit to such a thing. Nevertheless, the regal cat had no intention of surrendering to some mere secretary and soon rested both elbows on the floor to push herself up. She pushed her body to raise her head, but the excessive strain she put herself through caused the cat to squirt through her bindings by accident - a deep blush spread across her face, embarrassed by the blunder. The feline looked up to see Isabelle hold a hand close to her mouth with lust written all over the secretary’s face and grimaced before grabbing the mouthguard which lay next to her hip.

  “How…dare you…” Ankha growled as she got on one knee and inserted her mouthguard with trembling fingers. “I won’t acknowledge this…me meow…” She began to ascend. “There’s no way…you’re stronger than me…” Once up on her feet, she pointed at the dog. “You are but a servant!”

  At that moment, before any further action could be done, Isabelle closed the distance. “Oh good, you can still stand!”

  Time moved in slow motion for Ankha, arm still outstretched as her eyes trembled. “Wha-...?”

  “Let’s keep going!” Without an ounce of hesitation, the dog sunk her taped fist deep into her opponent’s solar plexus before closing both eyes as saliva splashed on her face.

  “Gha-haa-...?!” The feline froze, mouth agape and tongue hanging as a second squirt of pre-cum exited the confines of her nethers. “Ah…ah…”

  “Come on,” Isabelle rocked the cat’s body with another punch, “you’ve got this!” She blew Ankha’s head sideways with a Right Hook, then sent her teetering into the ropes with a Left Cross to the mouth. “This is so…fun!”

  As her back touched the ropes, Ankha felt a boundless chill and shivered. “Ah-…a-ah..” Fear took hold of her mind and she tried to raise both hands with quivering lips. “W-wait, me meow-...mmmph-?!”

  Isabelle’s lips met with hers and the two women kissed, their erect nipples pressing against one another with slow rubs. The dog felt her usual self slip like a wet bar of soap as she inserted her tongue to wrap around Ankha’s, one hand stroking the cheek while the other punched her belly. She felt the cat’s muffled moans bounce against the walls of her mouth and closed both eyes while drinking the spilled saliva, then leaned closer with the fist grinding against those weakened abs. Isabelle savored the sensation of her knuckles rubbing against Ankha's soft belly tissue before pulling back to deliver a punch, then another, and another. The helpless cat could do nothing but moan and wheeze into her aroused opponent’s mouth while her body was rocked, each blow separating her feet from the ground as the stain down below soaked the cloth bindings through. Eventually Isabelle parted their lips and pulled her arm back with laborious breasts, flushed from the arousing moment the two had shared - the dog was not at all expecting to behave in such a lewd manner, yet at this point Ankha just looked so irresistible, almost as if she had been struck by Cupid’s arrow. The exhausted feline’s face flopped against her breasts and her hot breaths caressed Isabelle’s skin, prompting a squeak to leave the dog’s quivering lips before she clinched, flustered emerald eyes shaking with uncertainty of what was going on. She could feel her sense of self slipping and closed her thighs as nectar ran freely through the soaked panties before busting the soft belly with another punch that filled her cleavage with fresh saliva.

  The continuous hot breaths made the entirety of her being tingle and she shoved the tired Ankha off, only for the feline to lean back in with her chin resting on the dog’s shoulder. Isabelle felt a pair of arms coil around her body and, recognizing the cat had yet to lose her fighting spirit, acted in kind by wrapping an arm around her back and plowed a punch into her gut. Ankha’s cheeks puffed up and her mouthguard popped into view again as saliva spilled out for every blow, each strike squeezing out more oxygen and spit while her searing groin throbbed. The torrent of debilitating belly punches left streaks of saliva running down Isabelle’s bare back and, under the threat of falling, the cat hooked her legs around her opponent’s waist to hold on for dear life. It was a humiliating display of submission by the groggy feline as her belly was busted, all while her throbbing nethers rubbed against the dogs waist and which in turn stimulated her even further - after taking a couple more strong blows to the gut in her koala-like pose, she could no longer take it anymore and reached a big orgasm. Cum splashed against Isabelle’s body and Ankha’s mouth opened wide to throw up her mouthguard, tongue reaching out before her arms gave in and let go, leaving the cat to fall on her back, head resting on the bottom rope. She lay there with hazy eyes and heavy breaths, belly caved inwards and pussy squirting without end as the dog stood before her, unable to muster any strength left to rise.

  “A-ah…hff…hah…” Ankha’s weary eyes stared at the blushing canine. “W-wait…me meow… I…I can’t…”

  Isabelle pondered for a moment. “Hmm… I suppose I could…” Just then, images of the cat’s actions flashed in her mind. “Unless…”

  “U-unless…?”

  “You HAVE been very naughty…” She stepped on Ankha’s sensitive crotch and started grinding, “so I believe you deserve this…”

  “A-aah~ Mff… N-no…don’t…” The cat clawed at the canvas and her toes curled as she moaned with clenched eyes. “If you don’t stop…”

  An unusually lewd smile surfaced on Isabelle’s lips and she rubbed faster. “Hmm?”

  Ankha raised a trembling hand at the dominant secretary. “O-ooh… I…I’m going to cum, me meoooooww~!♡♡”

  The defeated feline spread her nectar all over Isabelle’s foot and went limp with a thousand yard stare as she basked in the afterglow of the orgasm, her mind tangled in thick cobwebs of pleasure that showed no signs of giving way. While the cat’s trembling arm was still outstretched, Isabelle grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her onto her knees with hot breaths before clamping both thighs around her neck. With her face pressed against the dog’s pussy, Ankha offered muffled moans and trembled as the Standing Headscissor added to the suffocation, offering no opportunity to catch a breath - then, without a semblance of thought remaining, the cat started licking. Isabelle moaned and compressed the feline’s neck harder while holding her blue hair with heavy breaths until finally, she came all over her face with a high-pitched moan. The feline soon followed with an orgasm of her own and both arms fell with their fingertips touching the wet canvas as she passed out buried between the dog’s strong thighs.

  As Isabelle spread her legs and let Ankha fall, the ring went silent...

  “She won…?” Fauna stuttered.

  Whitney, who had only just returned, stood there slack-jawed. “I…I think so…?”

  The doe beamed and pumped her fists. “She won! Whitney, Isabelle won!”

  “I… That’s…” The wolf covered her mouth with a faint smile. “Does that mean…?”

  “She won’t…torment us anymore…” Fang uttered as he sat on the grass, battered but conscious. “That bitch got…what she deserved…”

  The constant jeers reached Ankha’s flicking ears and she awoke, though the cat couldn’t move a muscle as she lay there.

  Isabelle’s ears perked at the tense atmosphere and she fanned her hands at the villagers. “N-no, no! You shouldn’t be cheering… Ankha’s a villager like everyone else…”

  “B-but you saw how she’s treated us, how she treated YOU!” Fauna blurted out in protest.

  “She definitely deserves a taste of her own medicine.” Fang said. “I say you should punish her like she did to us.”

  “What, no!” the secretary snapped with steam rising from the top of her head. “Losing is punishment enough… And I already got, ahem, carried away at the end, so that’s enough of that.” She rubbed the back of her head with an embarrassed smile. “But I’ll talk to her about this… In private of course.”

  Whitney stared at the dog, then at the beaten cat. “B-b-but…will that even work… We’ve already tried talking her out of this…”

  Isabelle shook her head. “It’s fine, I can be very convincing when I want to be.”

  Just then, Ankha finally gained enough strength to open her mouth. “I…can’t believe this… Losing to you…of all people…”

  The dog spun on a dime and hunched next to her former opponent. “Oh! You’re awake! I’ll get you treated right away!”

  “Spare me the pity… It’s degrading… It’s…” She bit her lip and rolled onto her stomach with great effort as she panted. “It’s…not fair…”

  “Ah, don’t move so much!” the secretary exclaimed as she grabbed the cat. “You should rest… It’s my fault for being so rough…”

  Ankha grinded her teeth and tried to push the dog’s hands aside. “I said spare me! As the winner…you are the strongest…” Her lips quivered and she pressed her face against the wet canvas as she prostrated before the victor. “And I’m just a mere servant…me meow…”

  “Eh?! Oh no, no, no! You’re no servant!” The flustered dog was on her knees next to Ankha while waving her hands in desperation. “You’re just…a strong fighter who got carried away is all.”

  “I am not strong… Never was.” Ankha raised her head to look up at the topless dog. “But you are, therefore you are the ruler…”

  “Ehehe, so you think I’m strong? Oh gosh, I don’t know what to say…” Isabelle giggled with a bright smile, only to shake her flattered self away. “Wait, no! I’m no ruler, you’re no ruler, there are no rulers here!”

  “But the strong rule-”

  “We don’t follow that, gosh dangit!” The dog pointed down at the cat. “We just want you to get along with everyone and have fun! Nothing more, nothing less.”

  “But-”

  “No buts!” Without an ounce of hesitation, the dog hoisted her former adversary on her shoulder. “We’ll continue this in private.”

  The astounded villagers watched as Isabelle carried Ankha out of the ring despite her battered body and stepped aside with wide eyes of admiration…and intimidation. As she was carried away, the cat felt humiliated beyond reason and cursed herself for losing to such an unassuming opponent, yet there was a faint sense of relief lurking deep down. The secretary stood up against the villagers’ jeers and celebratory remarks despite being an enemy and it confused her to no end. Why would foes protect one another? And why did the mighty dog refuse to view herself as superior despite proving herself to be? It was baffling, it was alien…and frustrating! She turned her head when they reached the town hall and watched Isabelle pass it by before rounding a corner - there, right behind the large building was a tiny hut which seemed even smaller than the average villager’s house! Upon entering the cramped abode, Ankha was gently laid down on a wooden bed with dull white sheets and watched the dog slump down on her chair with a heavy sigh. As expected, the long carry had taken its toll on the still-blushing dog.

  “So… Miss Ankha…” Isabelle said, still leaning against her chair with closed eyes. “Your conduct these past few weeks…hasn’t been very good. It makes everyone feel uncomfortable.”

  “Because they’re weaklings… It’s not my fault I’m stronger…” the cat retorted with a pout.

  “If you’re strong, then lead by example.”

  “And I did, by making them my servants…until you bested me…”

  The dog squinted. “No, no servants. Friends are more like it.”

  “Tch.”

  “Oh don’t you ‘tch’ at me, young lady.” Isabelle sighed and leaned forward with folded fingers. “When I said ‘lead by example’ I meant you could train them. Just like how the mayor trained me.”

  Ankha raised a brow. “Oh, so that’s why you’re so…”

  “Stubborn? Haha, I suppose so!”

  “I meant strong…”

  “Oh stop it, you’ll make me blush…”

  “Too late, me meow…”

  “No, no, I’m not blushing, that’s just…”

  “Don’t lie, you really enjoyed making me cum…”

  “I…err…umm… Well, uh… Oh gee, it’s quite hot here all of a sudden…”

  “You’re so easy…”

  “I-I have no idea what you mean…”

  “Right.” Ankha rolled her eyes and sighed. “Just…let’s get this over with already, me meow…”

  Isabelle blinked. “Eh?”

  The cat slipped both thumbs under the rims of her bottoms and pulled down to expose her pussy. “You won the fight…so you can claim my body…”

  “C-c-claim?!” Isabelle shot up from her chair, heated and trembling. “You’re making it sound like I own you…”

  “For the time being you do.” The feline averted her gaze with a blush. “Since you defeated me, me meow.”

  “J-just because I won doesn’t mean that I…I…” She couldn’t take her eyes off Ankha’s pussy anymore and she could feel her heart pounding. “Well…I mean…” The scent of cum teased her nostrils and she bit her quivering lips. “U-umm…err… I’m sorry…”

  “For what…?”

  Isabelle pulled down her panties and kneaded her left breast as she looked over the golden cat’s body - though bruised from their fight, there was no denying her sexy figure and the dog could no longer restrain her urges. She grabbed the defeated feline’s panties and pulled them off in their entirety before running a hand over the exposed cunt, eyes fixed on the way Ankha squirmed from the touch. The dog let her fingers part the flaps and gave the center a couple rubs to provoke a couple soft moans, then moved higher to circle the clitoris with her index and middle finger. Truth be told Isabelle had never done this before and only let herself be moved by pure instinct, but if Ankha’s response was anything to go by she was doing it right…and it made her feel even hotter. Before she knew it, Isabelle found herself in bed facing the cat’s nethers and licked her hungry lips as she lifted a leg over her shoulder, then inched forward to have their pussies touch with a soft moan. The pair’s hips moved in unison and their moans bounced against the walls as their sensitive clits kept bumping and flicking against one another, hitting them with intense pleasure until they came with simultaneous squirts. Isabelle wasn’t done however and grabbed Ankha’s wrist to pull her into a sitting position before wrapping an arm against the back of her neck, then leaned into a deep, deep kiss. Her tongue delved in to explore the cat’s mouth, lapping up saliva and drinking the moans before coiling itself around Ankha’s in a sensual embrace as they humped, letting their clits collide time and time again - soon enough, Isabelle hugged tight and with a twitching leg pointed at the ceiling the feline reached a long, drawn-out orgasm.

  Their lips parted and Isabelle stared at the flushed cat before pinning her down. “You feel so good…Miss Ankha…” she panted while brushing her cheek. “And you’re a great fighter…more skilled than me for sure…” The dog laid on her side and began to insert a finger inside the feline’s pussy. “And I think…you can make many friends here… Treat them well, maybe even offer to make them stronger. Bonds can form in so many ways…” She inserted a second finger and watched Ankha melt with high-pitched moans of delight. “I think we can become great friends… We can spar whenever you feel like it’s becoming too much, or you want to let off some steam… No matter what it is, I’ll be there for you okay?” Her eyes drifted down to watch the cat squirt from the sensual fingerplay and smiled. “Ah… That was a big squirt. You really enjoy this, don’t you? I’m glad I can be of service~”

  Ankha was too drained by her consecutive releases to form a singular sentence and soon found herself muttering the secretary’s name with a far-off gaze in her glistening eyes. Though she viewed this punishment as par for the course of losing a fight, Isabelle’s words stuck somehow and she found a certain relief in the gentle demeanor and soft-spoken tone that she had otherwise frowned upon. Her body relaxed and she let the dog have her way even as she was carried by the winds of lust, ending with the canine’s plump rear upon her face and a hot tongue lapping at her pussy. The pair could simply not help themselves as they ate each other out, feasting upon their counterpart’s nectar until finally, Ankha passed out beneath her victor…the once-so-innocent Isabelle.

  The next day, Ankha sat upon her golden throne back in her own abode, strict eyes traveling across all the shiny interior which she had so prided herself in. It was all so beautiful, the radiance served as a perfect reflection of her own beauty and regal flair, yet something felt off. Isabelle’s words wouldn’t leave the back of her mind and she turned to look at the bug container atop the golden table next to her armrest, the one she had ‘won’. Something about it made the cat feel uneasy as each gaze only served to make that damn dog’s voice ring even louder. She grabbed the container and held it up to glare at that majestic golden stag, observing the brief flicks of is shiny carapace while it brandished its mighty horn in a threatening gesture - it was dressed in gold yet showed no fear of facing even the greatest of foes, a perfect reflection of herself.

  That was, of course, until Isabelle entered the picture.

  “Do you, too, feel trapped?” Ankha mused as she looked at the bug. “You pride yourself on strength and beauty, yet here and now you face someone greater.” She blinked. “I always wondered how that must have made you feel, but I had no idea it was so…suffocating.” The regal cat leaned back on her throne with a huff, container still in hand. “Hmph, what am I even doing talking to some bug about paltry feelings. That sort of thing should be beneath…me…” Again Isabelle’s face flashed in her mind, smiling with that gentle air of hers. “Tch.” She narrowed her eyes at the bug. “You really don’t belong here at all, do you…?”

  Fang groaned as he walked through the island’s grassy fields with Isabelle’s assistance, his bandaged body still feeling the ache of yesterday’s intense beatdown. The wolf was still baffled that she managed to defeat that monster of a hellcat and even moreso that she refused to partake in public punishment, yet he wouldn’t dare voice those thoughts. At the end of the day she was a kind soul and thus it wouldn’t make sense in his mind that she would even do such things to a defeated opponent, much less in front of everyone. The fact she defeated Ankha was more than enough to him and he couldn’t help but show her a smile of gratitude as he looked down on the smaller female dog.

  “Almost there, Mr. Fang~” Isabelle said in a sing-song tune with a bright smile. “I’m glad we could have that talk about yesterday’s events and I can assure you that Ankha will no longer do such things anymore.”

  “I don’t know, she doesn’t seem quite the type that would listen to others.” the wolf replied with a huff as he scratched the back of his head.

  “Oh I understand completely, she is a bit…stubborn, but aren’t we all from time to time?” she giggled. “But after our talk I’m sure she’ll come around and maybe even surprise us someday~”

  He rolled his eyes. “The only surprise I can see her doing is-”

  The dog paused in his tracks once his home came into view. A package could be seen resting on his doorstep and, like most of the island’s villagers, his mind was filled with an almost childish excitement as he approached it, aching body be damned. He closed in on the white package which had been wrapped in neat crimson ribbons which had a white tag with his name on it, yet upon closer inspection he saw several tiny holes pricked all over the surface. They looked too deliberate and small to be simple tears from delivery and right before he could even think of opening it, the all too familiar yet muffled buzz of a beetle could be heard from the inside.

  “That’s the sound of a golden stag beetle… Who would give me such a valuable gift-...?”

  His sensitive ears flicked as he caught the faint sound of scraping bark and low hisses from the nearby trees. Though he didn’t turn around, Fang could somewhat catch a glimpse of Ankha hiding behind the nearest tree with a deep dilated glare as she raked her claws against the bark. The wolf couldn’t even begin to fathom what the cat was thinking by giving her prized bug back nor why she behaved in such a weird manner, but there was no denying her intent of returning what was his. He heard the buzz from within the confines of his package again and soon enough he found himself flashing a smile as he reached for the doorknob.

  Maybe Isabelle was onto something after all.