With her bare feet planted in the soft sand of the beach, a yellow cat wearing a white palatial tank dress approached a nearby palm tree holding a net. Her black eyes were locked on the bark like a scope as she observed a golden beetle perched upon it and moved with such careful movements that not even the ornaments hanging from her golden necklace made a sound. Her yellow and blue tail swayed to follow the seabreeze’s motions as she neared her target, but just when she was about to make a swing for it, a red net swooped down on the bug - a gray wolf wearing a light blue sweater with snowflake patterns nodded to himself with a toothy grin as he turned the net inside out and dropped the fresh catch inside a container before putting a lid on it. The cat was fuming, sharp eyes glaring at the canine while her golden fur bristled, tail stretching out like a nail.

  “How dare you?!” she snapped. “That golden stag is rightfully mine and I demand you return it this very instant, me meow!”

  The wolf threw her a glance. “Fat chance Ankha, I laid my eyes on it first. Finder’s keepers and all that, cha-chomp.”

  Ankha raised her nose with a look of utter disdain. “Preposterous. This stretch of land belongs to me and that includes everything on it, wolf.”

  “The name’s Fang…cat.” he growled before stuffing the bug container in his bag. “And the only land that belongs to you is the plot you bought further in the mainland. The beach is for anyone, as our mayor has made perfectly clear many times.”

  “Hmph, why should I listen to some commoner who just so happened to arrive here first?” the feline said with a huff of absolute disinterest. “My word is law and this is final. Return that stag to me or there WILL be consequences.”

  He took a single step forward to stand in the cat’s face, reminding her he was more than a head taller. “I’m not afraid of you, cat. If anything, your attitude’s starting to really piss me off.”

  Ankha was unfazed. “What you think is irrelevant. I need that brilliant bug.”

  “So do I!” the wolf snapped. “This is my first golden stag and I’ve got no intention of letting it go from my collection.”

  “Collection? How quaint.” The cat brushed her bangs aside with a bored look on her face. “For those of us with more esteem, that stag is the perfect ornament to place beside our throne. Unfortunately I only have one so my room is incomplete, me meow.”

  “Hold on…” He pointed at the cat. “So you already have one?! Then there’s even less of a reason for me to hand it over.”

  She crossed her arms. “On the contrary. Asymmetry is the death of any respectable ruler and the value that second stag grants me far surpasses that of some paltry bug collection.”

  An angry vein formed on Fang’s forehead and steam rose between his pointy ears. “Yeah? Well, you can forget about getting it with that attitude, cha-chomp.”

  Ankha wasted no time glaring at the wolf. “Then I will reclaim it by force, me meow.” She pressed a finger against his chest. “Face me in the town’s ring if you dare, I will give you a lesson in how the hierarchy works here like I’ve done the peasants before you.”

  Ankha’s mind drifted two weeks back in the past as she reminisced about a feud she had with some sickly sweet doe who stole everyone’s attention, a privilege only befitting of the royal feline herself. It took some convincing, but the timid gal by the name of Fauna accepted on the condition she wouldn’t be asked again, though the cat had no such plans to begin with. The poor doe was beaten from start to finish, eating kick after kick to the face, breast, stomach and cunt until she succumbed in mere minutes just to beg for her superior’s mercy. This was of course out of the question and the cat went on to choke Fauna out for five slow, agonizing minutes with a tight Headscissor until a flow of female nectar flowed through her shorts. A few days following that fight, Mabel of the Able Sisters establishment had tried to sell an overpriced piece of clothing according to the cat and their argument soon led to another scuffle in the ring, though the hedgehog proved no match and had no choice but to squirt in submission while Ankha’s foot grinded her cunt into dust. Then, five days ago, Whitney the wolf had the GALL to compare her sense of fashion to the cat’s which earned her a similar fate, this time ending with the canine kissing her royal feet in submission while wearing a dog collar.

  Needless to say, Ankha had been busy bringing the town’s villagers to heel.

  “Well?” The cat stared at Fang. “Cat got your tongue?”

  Steam pumped from the wolf’s flaring nostrils. “I’ll face you! If I win, you’ll be off my back and stop pestering me about this damn bug, cha-chomp.”

  “And when I win,” Ankha narrowed her eyes, “you will return that bug to me with interest. I shall have a collar prepared just for you.”

  Fang’s eye twitched. “Hold on, a collar? I would never-”

  “My, you fear the collar? The first one shared a similar response, but these days she puts it on without a word.” She raised her hand at chin-level and let out an arrogant chuckle. “I am quite good at taming uncouth vermin, me meow.”

  Images of Whitney walking around with a dog collar flashed in the wolf’s mind. “YOU’RE the one who did that to Whitney?!” he snapped.

  The cat paused her chuckling and blinked. “Whitney? Who?”

  “The first one you mentioned…” Fang growled. “Was she a white wolf with a red nose?”

  “Oh, you mean my first pet. Yes, she behaved poorly so I domesticated her.” she replied with a huff. “Now that she knows her place, that pup won’t trouble anyone of importance anymore.”

  Fang was fuming as he grabbed the cat by her collar. “How dare you do that to her?! What did she ever do to you?!”

  Even while her feet were lifted off the ground, an unfazed Ankha stared into his soul with arrogant disinterest. “She dared to imply her sense of fashion rivaled mine. The nerve.”

  His snout scrunched up. “That’s it?! Just some quarrel about fashion?!”

  “Hold your tongue, knave. You cannot fathom the importance of such matters so you’ve got no right to speak of it.” Her sharp eyes never left him even as her feet dangled above the sand. “So? Do you accept my challenge or will you retreat like some lowly worm?”

  “Oh I accept alright.” He put her down and turned his back on the cat. “Meet you at the ring in an hour, I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget, cha-chomp.”

  While the wolf walked away, Ankha dusted off her collar and frowned upon seeing a slight stretch in the fabric. “My royal wear is ruined… Now I only have six left.” She scrunched her snout. “That ignorant dog will pay for this!”

  An hour passed and Fang, true to his word, stood by a ring on the island’s outskirts. While the south-eastern corner was held up by a bright red pole and cushioned turnbuckle, the opposing corner at the north-western edge was a more contrasting blue. The remaining two corners were pale white like the blank canvas and the three firm ring ropes reflected this with their blue, red and white shades respectively. As for the handsome wolf himself, he wore a pair of white trunks and wrappings on his feet as well as from the forearms to his hands, a shade intended to honor the wolf Ankha had humiliated - and the woman he loved. Fang’s body was chiseled from what looked like years of training, with steel-like abs, well-defined arms and strong legs that would be certain to knock someone’s light out with a single clean kick.

  Moments later, a yellow figure was spotted in the horizon walking with no visible hurry as their hips and tail swayed with a confident allure for every step, wearing a gold-laced purse on the shoulder. Ankha had wrappings around her hands and feet like Fang’s, but they were a dark blue shade to reflect her hair and the tail’s blue stripes. She wore what looked like mummy wrappings around her small chest and the neck was adorned with a large golden necklace that reached over her cleavage, its inner linings decorated in red, teal, blue and gold fabric lined one by one in smooth arcs. Her nethers were covered with even less mummy wrappings which rose upwards to the hips, leaving very little to the imagination - while her upper body was nothing to write home about, Ankha’s lower half was very much the opposite with those wide hips and muscular thighs that looked like they would crush more than just one watermelon in a single squeeze. When she got closer, Fang spotted a golden cobra emblem worn on the cat’s forehead which almost seemed like it was staring straight at him, but he shook it off the moment he caught his opponent’s cold eyes.

  Rather than greeting him like any normal villager, Ankha instead stopped by the ring’s edge with one arm below her chest and pointed at the ring’s white bottom rope with the other. Fang couldn’t deny his inner gentleman and lifted the rope without thinking as she put down her purse and climbed into the ring before doing a couple stretches. He shook his head in disbelief of what just happened and entered the ring in a rush to stand before his foe, giving her a good look at his sculpted body.

  “Am I supposed to be impressed?” Ankha said in a bland tone. “Muscles do not make a man, much less a pup like yourself, me meow.”

  He frowned. “This is all from hard work, something I’m sure you’re not familiar with.”

  “Hm, they say even a broken clock is right twice a day. I suppose you are no exception after all.” the cat mused. “But yes, hard work is beneath me. Such things are reserved for pets and servants.”

  “That so?” Fang closed his fist and touched her chin with his knuckles. “I’m sure I’ll have you work really hard to stay standing soon enough, cha-chomp.”

  She shoved his hand aside. “Hardly. Royals such as I never have and never will struggle against rabble. Be grateful that I have chosen to release you from these illusions.”

  “You never do shut up, huh? Arrogant women like you are the worst.” he said before turning to his red corner. “Once I’m done wiping that smug look off your face, I’ll make sure to teach you some proper manners.”

  Ankha offered no retort and instead rested her back against the blue corner, watching the wolf’s chiseled back muscles. “Hmm.”

  And then she flashed a hungry smile. (“I will make him a most luxurious pet.”)

  After they took a moment to settle themselves by their corner, the two fighters nodded and equipped their mouthguards before meeting in the ring’s center - however, while Fang kept his fists raised in a solid guard, Ankha’s arms hung low and she showed a lazy stare of disinterest. Frustrated by this insulting gesture, the wolf threw a heavy punch at the cat who turned with a sudden spin to let the fist fly by her chest, then ducked below a Left Hook before doing a casual weave to evade a sharp kick. Her feet tapped against the canvas in quick succession as she swayed with dance-like motions, not even allowing the wolf’s strikes to so much as graze her regal golden fur. Fang pushed on nevertheless and once he spotted a brief opening in her posture, he stomped the ground before launching a vicious Haymaker that rocketed towards her face at lightning speed. Ankha’s half-lidded eyes opened a little and she leaned back in an arch to see the fist fly above her face, then launched her feet off the ground to perform a Bicycle Kick that clocked his chin from below, sending a spray of spit flying as his white mouthguard popped into view. The flexible feline spun in a perfect circle and landed on her left foot, then launched a picture perfect kick straight into Fang’s solar plexus while he was still stunned, forcing the male fighter to release another load of saliva onto the canvas before her feet.

  While the wolf clutched his belly with hoarse gasps, Ankha walked around the splotch of slobber with both hands on her swaying hips and slammed a kick into his jaw which was then followed by the same foot rebounding to strike the opposite cheek, throwing the canine into a daze. This kicking cycle continued four more times until Fang had taken ten straight kicks and when he was about to drop on his knees, a bright yellow foot caught his chin with enough solitary strength to prevent his fall. His hazy eyes drifted upward to catch a glimpse of two contemptuous obsidian eyes glaring at him, feeding the canine with a sudden burst of adrenaline as he threw himself at the cat to grab her. Her reflexes proved superior as she sidestepped his outstretched hands and lifted her foot in a clean 180 degree angle before bringing it crashing down upon his head like a guillotine, slamming him face first into the canvas with a loud bang.

  “How lukewarm.” Ankha said as she looked down on the trembling wolf. “Is this what you commoners refer to as ‘all bark and no bite’?” She grinded her foot against his head. “Pathetic mutt.”

  Fang was flabbergasted. He had always been a diligent man who trained often and had taken part in the town’s morning aerobics for over three hundred days straight, so how could he be felled with such ease? And by this short cat, no less! The wolf planted his palms on the canvas and tried to push himself up with much struggle, fighting the weight of Ankha’s foot before forcing the cat to back off with a frown as he rose. He watched her move on the offense with a low kick aimed for his thigh, but the moment he braced his leg to prepare a counter, her foot ascended in a fluent S-motion past his leg and raised fists before decking him in the jaw with enough force to snap his head sideways. Time seemed to move in slow motion as his eyes blurred and before the spray of spit could even touch the canvas, Ankha spun and thrusted a piercing kick into his sturdy abdomen which was followed by a swift kick to the ribs, kidney and thigh, ending in a Roundhouse Kick to the jaw that sent him spinning in midair. The wolf made over six full revolutions before hitting the canvas with a loud bang, glossy eyes staring at the canvas as slobber pooled from his quivering mouth - then he felt Ankha’s foot step on his head and start grinding.

  “Is this all you could muster?” She continued grinding with a face of disgust. “The dog before you lasted longer than this.” she scoffed, then raised her foot and stomped on his head. “Lowly trash, wasting my precious time, me meow....” The cat started stomping on his back, spine and rear, causing the wolf’s groin to rub against the canvas. “You’ve got such a strong body, yet you do not possess the intelligence to use it properly.” She circled the wolf’s body and grinded her foot against his rear. “You may have some moderate looks, but you’re still less than a pet to me. Now go ahead…and grovel!”

  She snuck her foot under Fang’s waist and lifted his rear just a bit, then hammered a kick into his groin that sent the screaming wolf rolling on the ground before he hit the corner. With his back against the turnbuckle and shoulders resting on the ground, Fang lay upside down with legs sprawled out as he twitched, though the most notable view that caught Ankha’s eyes was the large bulge growing in the canine’s pants. She approached him with a huff and stepped on his face, forcing the groaning wolf to feel the sole of her foot rub against his snout with cruel indignation. After muttering a few arrogant insults under her breath, the feline stepped on Fang’s groin and pressed her foot against it with slow twists of her ankle to squeeze his manhood without mercy. Faint moans left the wolf’s lips as she stimulated him and before he could so much as utter a single word of resistance, a tiny bit of pre-cum released from his tip.

  “Hmph, so you get off from being stepped on, me meow.” the cat scoffed.

  “A-aah…oooh…” Fang trembled with weak moans, fingers twitching. “S-stop…”

  She leaned in and did a harsh twist, causing the wolf’s fingers to curl as he moaned. “Who gave you the right to speak, worm?”

  “I-I…oooh…” Words were beginning to weigh on his tongue. “Mmmf…aah~” His toes curled and pre-cum seeped through the fabric of his trunks.

  “Pathetic. To put such a miserable display before my precious eyes.” Ankha lifted her foot and stomped on his crotch, hard! “Do you feel no shame?”

  His entire body jerked from the stomp and he released a weak squirt. “O-ooouuh~…”

  The cat removed her foot and pressed the sticky sole against his mouth, smearing Fang’s own pre against his moist lips before rubbing the last strip of male juices against the wolf’s floppy tongue. After giving the man a taste of his own nectar, she stepped back with crossed arms and tapped her feet as she waited for him to rise again, half-impatient but also half-amused by the pitiful performance. She watched the wolf flop to the ground and when he began pulling himself up by the ropes with his back turned, the cat approached with silent steps and kicked him between the legs from behind. A silent scream left Fang’s mouth as he squeezed the ropes in a steel vice before taking a number of consecutive kicks to the balls, each lifting his rear upon impact until he slumped on his knees. Ankha stepped on the trembling wolf’s head, pinching his bangs between her toes before giving him a harsh tug to make the canine fall as she looked down on him. He clutched his groin with tears in his eyes, though even through those watery lenses he could still make out that the cat gave him a face of disgust. Fang rolled on his stomach and got on all fours, panting. There was no way in hell he’d acknowledge such a gap in ability, especially when faced with the feline that hurt the woman he loved.

  “This…isn’t over…” he growled. “I can’t lose to you…cha-chomp…”

  Ankha scrunched her nose. “Good grief, the peasant is in denial. Should I step on you some more, me meow?”

  Just when she brought her foot down, Fang caught it. “Knew it…” He rose to his feet. “You’re so predictable…”

  “So are you.”

  Ankha jumped with her standing foot and used his grip as leverage before delivering a devastating kick to his jaw that almost sent the wolf’s mouthguard flying. Though the rattled canine released his grip, Fang was quick to shake off the daze and threw a Haymaker at the cat, but she evaded it with a simple spin while still standing on one foot. When the frustrated wolf threw a high kick aimed for the head, she ducked and rammed her raised knee into his exposed groin, causing him to freeze in shock. Ankha hooked her arm around his kicking leg to keep it raised while she held his shoulders, then slammed a sharp knee into his balls five consecutive times, to which she proceeded to grind them. Her knees pressed against his groin with slow, meticulous twists that made the taller male moan with glossy eyes and moist tongue flopping until a cloudy splotch spread on his trunks.

  “You like being hurt? Such a waste of oxygen…” She let his foot down, then hugged his face against her modest chest. “You are not allowed that luxury, worm.” She rammed a knee into his abs with enough strength to lift his feet. “Trash.” Another knee pierced his abdomen. “Filthy maggot.” On the third blow, saliva gushed all over her top. “Who gave you permission to spit, me meow?” His hot breath caressed her chest through the moist mummy wrappings and she blushed. “Still breathing? Selfish mongrel.” She hugged his head tighter and pierced his solar plexus with even sharper knee strikes. “The mere act of drawing breath in my presence is a crime.” she said in a cold, venomous tone as she grinded against his abs. “Hmm… Soft.” She continued grinding, finding sick pleasure in feeling his firm muscles give in.

  Fang’s arms hung low and his eyelid drooped as athe slumped against the cat, helpless against the assault. Ankha took note of this and, rather than extending the pain of her new toy, she stepped back to let him drop - once he was on his knees, she placed her foot against his face and planted the back of his head against the canvas with such force that how lower half flew upwards before flopping back down. With one hand on her hip, she rubbed her sole against his face while fixing her hair as she yawned. The more her foot twisted against the wolf’s face, the more his body tensed up in response as he clawed at the canvas in a desperate plea to hold on. When Ankha saw his hand rise, she raised a brow to watch the stubborn male get on all fours, then adjusted her posture with a faint smile of anticipation. She made a mad dash forward the moment he stood and the second Fang turned to face his adversary, she was already in midair before catching the canine’s neck between her strong thighs, felling him like some common tree.

  Ankha laid on her side, elbow on the canvas and cheek resting in her palm as she laid the squeeze on him. “This is all too easy.” She tightened the Headscissor and watched the wolf squirm with faint gasps. “Just give up.” she cooed before raising her hips to lift his head. “Come on, does this not tire you?” With a sudden twist of her thighs, the cat compressed his neck further. “You need only acknowledge me as your superior for it all to end.” As she continued to squeeze the mutt, his spine began to arch and the bulge in his moist trunks grew further. “So you get off to these things? Hmm?” she scoffed before giving him an additional twist that made more pre-cum seep through his trunks. “What a freak, me meow.” She loosened the compression to let him breathe. “But…” She tightened again, causing him to mutter a surprised gasp, “I suppose it is endearing in its own sort of way.” And so she clamped his neck at full force and watched as Fang bucked his hips to release a stream of cum in one big orgasm. “Good boy.”

  She released him again, permitting the wolf to bask in the afterglow for a moment as he panted with his tongue hanging. His cock was still erect and throbbing within his pants and for the first time he began to feel his spirit wane… He didn’t stand a chance against her, did he?

  “F-Fang…?”

  He turned his head towards that all too familiar voice and widened his eyes. Standing by the ring’s edge dressed in a plain white shirt and with a dog collar around her neck, Whitney stared at his poor beaten form with worry. Seeing those gleaming sapphires tainted with worry filled Fang with boundless dread, but that soon faded to give way for anger. Adrenaline pumped through every facet of his being and he rose with a furious growl, now reminded of why he was fighting to begin with. Ankha furrowed a brow in curiosity seeing this and weaved past an incoming punch with a graceful spin, then bobbed her head to evade a jab before ducking under a Left Hook - a heavy knee flew towards her face at that moment and she backpedalled with a huff. His movements, while a tad sluggish from his growing fatigue, proved to be quite formidable regardless as the cat was forced on the defensive. Just when Fang was about to finally land a hit with a heavy kick aimed for the body, the nimble cat jumped just high enough to place a hand on his outstretched leg before catapulting herself over the canine’s head and landed with the flair of a professional acrobat. Angry veins formed on his forehead and he launched himself at Ankha while her back was turned, but just as he threw a wild Haymaker at her head, she leaned forward and shot a kick into his chin that launched the wolf’s head and saliva into the stratosphere for a split second. His eyes whitened upon impact and Whitney let out a gasp from the sight, but the canine recovered just in time to throw a punch that surprised even Ankha. The punch was but mere inches from her face when she did another spin and delivered a crushing kick to his chin, though not before feeling his fist graze her cheek. Fang’s mouthguard popped out alongside a spray of sweat and spit as he toppled sideways, only to stomp the ground beneath before flinging another punch-

  “Idiot.” Before his fist could even reach her, she thrust a kick into the wolf’s chest and knocked the air out of him. “You thought you stood a chance?” she huffed before delivering a sharp kick to the shin. “Such a sad case of self-delusion, me meow.” She slammed her foot into the stumbling wolf’s hip. “Wake up to reality.” While he groaned in pain from the stinging strikes, she rammed a knee into his gut and leaned close to his ear. “I will break you.” She shoved him back and delivered a high kick to the neck that almost knocked his lights out. “Pathetic scum.” Then she riddled his face and body with a barrage of lightning kicks that knocked him left and right. “You were born to be my sandbag.” Before he could even be allowed to stumble, she stepped on his toe and grabbed his flailing wrist. “Who gave you permission to flee, scum?” She sunk a kick into his softening gut. “You are nothing but a weak,” She thrust her foot deep into his solar plexus, almost making him spit out his mouthguard as saliva flowed out like a waterfall, “cowardly,” A third kick struck his face, pushing the mouthguard back in, “pitiful,” Then a second barrage rattled his body before she knocked his head skyward with a kick to the chin, “and lowly,” She released him and landed one final javelin of a kick into the solar plexus with such force that his back bulged before he was sent crashing into the corner, “mutt.”

  Fang could barely even stand anymore as he leaned against the corner, groggy and out of focus, bulge throbbing against the inner linings of his trunks. Faint strips of pre-cum leaked through the fabric and by the time he saw Ankha close the distance, the wolf had no choice but to throw up his arms in a rushed guard. He hunched in a turtling stance as she struck his muscular arms with a flurry of sharp kicks, each faster and stronger than the next, but his defense persisted nonetheless. All he needed to do was to hold on for just a little longer so he could clear his head and think, still clinging to that one sliver of hope that he could create a reversal. Moments before he was ready to launch his counterattack however, one of Ankha’s kicks arced downwards before ascending to land a clean hit between his elbows, separating the wolf’s arms in an instant. The wide-eyes canine could do nothing but take another endless barrage of kicks that rocked him from thigh to head in rapid succession, blowing all of his regained senses away until he finally came in his trunks again and collapsed face first, bottoms up on the canvas.

  While her foe lay twitching on the ground, Ankha strolled along the ring’s edge with one hand sliding over the top rope. “Such a lukewarm waste of breath.” She stopped to stare at Whitney with cold obsidian eyes. “As for you, my servant… That was out of line.” The arrogant cat raised her nose in displeasure. “It appears I haven’t trained you well enough.” She looked up in thought. “Now, what sort of punishment befits such unruly behavior I wonder.”

  The wolf’s ears flicked and it didn’t take long before his body stirred in turn. “Don’t… Don’t you dare…cha-chomp…” He forced himself to stand. “I won’t let you touch…a single strand…” He dashed towards the cat with a loud roar, “of her fur!!”

  Rather than evading like usual, Ankha shot towards the wolf before he could fully extend his arm and hugged him, then planted her lips upon his. Fang’s tired eyes shot open as he felt her tongue enter to coil around his and he tried to shove her off, but the cat’s hand held a firm grip upon the back of his head to smother the wolf’s mouth in a drowning embrace. Every passing second drained Fang’s vitality and as the feline stood on her toes to lean her chest against his, he soon felt the strength fading until his resistance dropped in its entirety. The wolf’s strong arms fell beside his hips as her lips encroached upon him, eyes drooping low while her moist tongue wrestled his in a lewd dance of dominance. His fingers coiled and with the growing stimulation overtaking the mind, his throbbing cock kept pushing to the point it began to hurt - tears rolled down the canine’s cheeks, something Ankha took note of before hooking a thumb within the rim of his trunks. With black eyes turned to face Whitney’s bright blue, Ankha began to slowly pull down the wolf’s pants until his large and erect penis was unveiled, though her kiss still persisted with enough hungry fervor to make a growing amount of liquid pleasure to bubble from the tip. Once his trunks were low enough, she let go and pinched the rim between her toes before pulling it down to his feet, then leaned in further to give him a more intense kiss while keeping a sharp eye trained on Whitney. Fang stumbled and fell on his rear, but Ankha followed along without breaking the kiss to sit on his lap as she caressed the canine’s blushing cheek in a sensual gesture, her rear swaying upon the base of his cock. Muffled moans of protest devolved into moans of pleasure as the kiss went deeper, drowning the man in a suffocating embrace until he finally ejaculated with outstretched legs. Even after being forced to cum, Ankha still kissed the handsome wolf while rubbing her rear against his root, causing him to writhe about in a mixture of pain and love, his throbbing cock begging for further release.

  Before he could ejaculate a second time, their lips parted ways with thick strings of slobber as she looked into his eyes. “Such a weak little man.” she said as she shuffled further back to face his dick, one hand still touching his cheek. “One tiny kiss and you make a mess of the ring. How fitting.” Her eyes drifted down to look at his throbbing manhood which was mere moments away from release. “A pathetic vermin like yourself,” She grabbed hold of his balls, “has no right to cum without my permission.” She squeezed his balls and watched him cry in agony with pitiful moans. “Does it hurt? Or do you perhaps enjoy being abused?” she questioned while twisting her hand. “Hey…” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re still throbbing.” Ankha squeezed his nuts so hard it felt like they would pop any second and he shook his head in boundless agony. “The sheer nerve of making me touch such an unseemly thing…” She gave him a harsh twist. “This is a sin I refuse to forgive.”

  Fang didn’t even have the power to form words anymore as she crushed his balls, ridding him of any will to ejaculate and when the cat finally deemed it fit to release the whimpering mutt, she rose to her feet and kicked him down. She looked at her sticky hand for a moment and turned to Whitney before smearing it on her cheek - fearful of what might happen if she resisted, the female wolf stood there and let it happen as she blushed. Once she was clean enough, Ankha spotted a few more villagers approaching in the distance and swung a hard kick into Fang’s balls to gain his attention, then beckoned him to rise. His weakened spirit made it impossible to refuse and when he proceeded to get on his feet, Ankha entered a more aggressive stance. The second everyone had arrived to see what was going on, the cat delivered a kick into Fang’s side and revolved to strike his chin with her other foot, then began to guide his bruised body all over the ring with precise blows that left his still-erect dick bobbing in response. She kicked his head left and right like a pendulum as sweat and spit flew in a constant raincloud around him before driving a sharp knee deep inside his belly the moment he seemed close to falling.

  “Don’t you dare fall until the rabble has seen what royalty such as I is capable of.” She grabbed his pointy ear and lifted his head. “Have I made myself clear?” Upon seeing him try to straighten up, she rewarded the wolf with a kick to the jaw. “Good boy.” Then she kicked his head in the opposite direction. “Worthless clowns like you need only listen to my commands.” She delivered a piercing toe kick into his liver that made saliva gush out past his slobbery mouthguard. “Scum.” The cat landed five sharp kicks to the thigh, chest, ribs, diaphragm and solar plexus which made a thin strip of cum eject as he doubled over with tongue and mouthguard hanging. “I told you… You’ve no right to cum without permission.”

  The cat spun with countless revolutions while kicking every area of his body with pinpoint precision, beating the wolf senseless as he took every hit with hanging arms until a knee crushed his snout and lifted him off his feet, followed by a beautiful Bicycle Kick that launched him skyward - the mouthguard that held on all this time flew far above the canine’s head and out of the ring before landing in a patch of grass. Before he was even allowed to hit the ground, Ankha landed a crushing kick between his legs that finished whatever remained of the wolf’s fighting spirit as he collapsed on the canvas, twitching and drooling with glossy eyes. Though it was made very clear who the victor was, she was not yet satisfied and stepped on his big dick with narrowed eyes, rubbing the erect shaft while at the same time adding a cruel amount of pressure. Fang panted and moaned as he lay on his back, helpless against the torture until he inevitably ejaculated all over himself in one last humiliating act.

  “Look at you, making a mess out of yourself again. Worthless scrub.” The feline turned to face the crowd. “Do you see this, you plebeians? This,” She pointed at the whimpering wolf, “is what happens to those who cross me!” she called out before pointing at herself. “You brainlets may think the mayor rules this town, but that is far from the truth.” She shook her head with closed eyes. “Only royals such as I deserve to rule, not some backwater peasant. Why?” Ankha lowered herself close to the wolf’s head and wrapped her legs around his neck in a Figure Four Headlock. “Because this village only fosters weaklings such as these.” She put the squeeze on his neck and soon his dick turned fully erect. “Watch. This is the shamelessness that has been fostered.” After tightening the hold, Ankha did a harsh twist to make Fang orgasm again, sending a splash of fresh seen on the closest villager - Whitney. “Is this what you all want to be? This so-called ‘peace’ rots the soul and breeds weakness.” she said before standing up. “Remember this and spread the word, peasants. I am the one true ruler here. Cross me and you will end up like this trash. And just to make it all very clear…”

  Not too far away from the ring, a figure bent over to pick up Fang’s slimy mouthguard from the grass. It was a brown-haired human of average height wearing a simple red tee and black shorts - on first glance, one would never think this man was the mayor himself. He fiddled with the mouthguard for a moment, trying to figure out what to do as he sweated. While he could have raised his voice and tried to quell the disturbance, the mayor lacked the faith to do so in a proper manner. The human was a very polite man, one who never once wanted to throw his authority around to get what he wanted, so the fear of being perceived in such a way made acting in a timely manner nigh-impossible. Instead of approaching the ring, he backed up before running away from the scene in a wild sprint toward the town hall.

  Within the town hall, a yellow shih tzu wearing a blue skirt, green vest and white undershirt sat by her desk with a pile of papers. “Let’s see… The mayor wants a stone bridge by the north-eastern river and with the allocated funds, we’re 121,069 short… If I do some bug hunting tomorrow, I may be able to assist with roughly-”

  The door slammed open and the mayor entered with panic on his face. “Isabelle, I need your help!”

  With papers now strewn all over her desk and floor, the dog blinked for a moment. “What’s wrong?” She started piling the papers again, though her attention never left him. “What happened to get you in such a tizzy?”

  “It’s Ankha again.” he said while holding up Fang’s mouthguard. “She won’t stop beating up our villagers.”

  Isabelle paused the paper collection. “So she’s still doing that? I thought she stopped after the Whitney incident?”

  The mayor shook his head. “If anything it’s gotten worse. Poor Fang is being tortured in the ring and the villagers are forced to watch. You’re better than me at handling conflicts, so could you speak with her?”

  She scratched her chin in thought before showing a bright smile. “Of course I’ll help, mayor!” she said before showing an awkward smile. “I admit I’m not a fan of conflicts, but I can be cross when I need to be.”

  He grabbed Isabelle’s hand with both hands, causing the shih tzu to jolt with a bright blush. “Thank you so much! I owe you one!”

  She rubbed the back of her head, flustered. “Y-you can pay me back by collecting the papers that fell, then we’re even~ Don’t worry about the paperwork though, I’ll take care of that after I’ve lectured Ankha.”

  “Be careful, okay?” the mayor uttered in worry. “There’s no knowing what she’ll do.”

  “I can handle it.” She puffed her busty chest and flexed with a proud smile. “Once I put my mind to something, I don’t stop until it’s finished!”

  The dog darted out the building without another word, dashing at full speed over the town center’s pavement until she reached the grassy outskirts where the ring was located. By the time she arrived, Isabelle gasped at the horrible sight that took place at the canvas’ very center. Ankha stood up straight in front of the defeated wolf, his erect dick between her thigh thighs as the taller man rested his chin on her shoulder, slobbering all over the cat with faint moans while being forced to endure a hellish Thighjob. Though his manhood throbbed to the movement of Ankha’s hips, he had been forbidden to ejaculate and after having taken consecutive punishments for failing to resist it, the canine was now well and truly tamed to such a degree that he managed to hold on, albeit only a little. When Isabelle walked closer, she heard the cat utter the “cum.” command and the obedient dog released a stream of seed that not only sprayed on the canvas but on Whitney’s face as well, humiliating both dogs in one fell swoop.

  Isabelle’s face fell at the sight. (“Tom Nook’s going to fleece us for the cleaning job, isn’t he…?”) She shook her head. “No, no, this isn’t the time to think about such things Isabelle, you much quell the conflict like you always do!”)

  She clapped her cheeks to steady herself and climbed into the ring to meet Ankha. “Hey Ankha, could you please let go of Fang? I think he’s already way past his limit…”

  “Only I decide the limits, dog.” Ankha replied as she petted the wolf’s head. “He lost and as such he is my rightful pet.”

  “I…I don’t think it works that way.” the yellow dog replied with a bashful smile. “Everyone in the village has equal rights…”

  The cat scoffed. “This is why everyone is so weak. The strong rule, plain and simple.” She narrowed her eyes at Isabelle. “And as an esteemed royal, none are stronger than I.”

  Isabelle rubbed the back of her head. “W-well, you are plenty strong, yes, but that doesn’t mean you should hurt everyone to get what you want-”

  “That is PRECISELY what the strong should do. If you fail to understand that then you are no better than this weak piece of garbage.” She shooed at the dog with her free hand. “Now leave. I am not done.”

  With a stiff smile, the shih tzu put her hands together. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you continue. As acting secretary, I just cannot let you harm anyone anymore.”

  “I see.” Ankha pondered for a moment before flashing an arrogant grin. “You and what army, me meow?”

  “Oh goodness no, I would never attack anyone with an army. Far too violent!” Isabelle replied while waving her hands in distress. “I just want us to find a middle ground where you will stop harming everyone. We’re all supposed to get along as friends, not to get into cruel fights.”

  The feline’s sneer darkened and she started rubbing her thighs against Fang’s shaft with more gusto. “All I hear are the words of a weak pacifist. It is your weakness as an authority figure that has led to the degradation of all the peons.”

  “I-I told you to stop!” Isabelle insisted with a deepening blush. “Don’t you see how much he’s suffering??”

  “This is merely the consequence of being weak. And no, I will not abide by your paltry ‘command’. In fact…” Ankha did a sudden turn to face Isabelle. “Cum.”

  Isabelle had no time to react as the wolf’s seed ejected all over her chest, staining the bright green vest that the mayor had gifted the dog on the day of her promotion. She could feel a great anger swell from within, but the blushing shih tzu managed to rein herself in and unbuttoned the vest one by one before opening it. She folded it neatly in her hands and placed in on one of the canvases’ few remaining dry spots, then returned to face Ankha and cleared her throat.

  “Ankha…” She bobbed her head with an innocent smile. “Are you perhaps out of your mind? That is not the right way to treat people.”

  The cat noticed Fang’s dick turned flaccid and dropped him like a sack of potatoes. “I care not for the ‘right way’ you speak of. The only ‘right way’ is my rule as a royal. Get that into your thick skull, trash.”

  Isabelle pouted. “Is there really no way for me to convince you to stop?”

  “Like I stated prior, the strong rule.” the cat replied. “The words of mere rabble are just noise to me.”

  “So you can only be convinced through violence…” Isabelle lowered her head in dismay. “Good grief…”

  As she saw the dog’s response, the feline showed a mischievous smile and delivered a kick into Fang’s side with enough force to send the naked wolf flying into the crowd. “Took you long enough to realize. Even for a dog you aren’t the brightest, I can tell.”

  “Now that’s just mean.” the shih tzu sighed.

  “If you are so upset by my present acts, then how about you fight me for it?” Ankha asked with a tongue coated in venom. “If you win, I shall stop, me meow.”

  Suddenly, Isabelle’s face beamed with vigor. “Really?! That’s wonderful news!”

  The cat was taken aback and blinked. “Didn’t you hear me? I said that if you fight me and win…”

  “I heard you loud and clear, Ankha. I’ll get ready right away~”

  Before the cat could say another word, Isabelle climbed out of the ring and dashed through the grass until she reached the town’s center, then slammed the town hall’s door open upon entry. The mayor, who had just finished piling up all the paperwork, could only watch as the pile collapsed again and turned to face his secretary with a disheveled look - Isabelle just winked at him with a soft giggle. She entered her private quarters and stopped in front of a dark green locker, heart beating as the nerves were now starting to kick in. Ankha was no doubt a formidable fighter who could end up granting her the same fate as poor Fang, though she did not dare showing that fear when faced with her in the ring. In truth, she was not sure if she could win against that scary feline but she had to try it for the sake of everyone. She grabbed the locker’s handle and opened it to unveil her training outfit, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

  “Well, here goes nothing…”