This chapter was difficult, a lot of things happened in my life, I only managed to write something because I really liked the idea of this story, but I admit that this chapter didn't turn out exactly how I wanted.
I'm going to take some time off to organize my head.
Ps: I noticed that some people were bothered by the unapologetic protagonist, so here's a warning:
In this chapter, the protagonist will be cat called, it will be in a very lascivious way, and he will like it... you have been warned.
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[Edith Nivea]
"We're here." Marcus said, stopping in front of me.
"Are you sure it's here?" I asked with uncertainty.
"Of course." He responded confident that he was right.
I glanced at the flashing neon sign above the double doors, the words "Super Freedom Spin" humming softly in the night air. Confused, I turned to Marcus, but before I could even ask him something he answered.
"Criminal organizations." He said, pausing to let the word sink in. "They need front businesses for their illegal operations. Places that appear legitimate, preferably with a lot of movement, to hide their 'profitable activities'."
"Profitable activities?" I repeated curiously.
"Illegal gambling, prostitution, drug and gun sales."
I felt a shiver run down my spine. The thought of being involved in something so dangerous made my stomach turn.
"Usually they choose something related to cleaning or garbage collection." Says Marcus, finishing explaining.
"How do you know that?" I asked curiously.
"I think I saw that in an anime or Breaking Bad." Marcus responds with a shrug.
Before I could question the veracity of his source, Marcus entered the room with me close behind, walking with purpose, chest puffed out, head high, looking around as if looking for something or someone.
The place was a huge laundry, 8 rows of machines and in the back there was a space with staff taking care of larger-scale orders. The place is frequented by customers of all types, anthro women and human men. The men were focused on washing the clothes they had brought, while the local anthros had stopped doing their laundry and were staring at Marcus with wide eyes.
They look not only at his form finally exposed without armor, with his strong and well-defined arms defined arms, golden brown skin on display, sparkling emerald green eyes, seductive smile, shiny brunette hair combed back and muscular chest being highlighted in his tight white shirt.
…
'What was I thinking again?' I questioned myself internally looking at Marcus and remembering. 'Oh it's his shirt.'
Marcus got a change of clothe from the pawn shop where he went, the shirts, besides being tight, had vulgar sayings printed on them. That's why he's the center of attention of all the anthros in the place with a white shirt printed with the capital letters 'RAPE BAIT'.
[Image]
And this was his least scandalous shirt.
"This situation can get any worse." I whispered, dying of shame.
But I was wrong, it could get worse…
"Damn boy!" Said a mole construction worker, undressing Marcus with her eyes.
"Look at the lucky rabbit!" Shouted a panther in the distance.
"Atta girl." Said a hyena laughing loudly. "He got a hot latino and now she's showing him off."
"Let me put a FANGER in ya." Said a country bear.
"Damn, baby. Turn around and show momma what you're working with." Said a mechanic boar.
"Hot damn, you're cute!" Howled a wolf biker.
"She may be small, but must have some pussy grip." Said a cat smoking.
"It's not just the front." Said a skunk near the entrance. "Look at dat ass, moma wants a bite."
I stood there, frozen, as the comments flew around us like a hailstorm. Each word felt like a physical blow, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I was hoping for the shouts to end, but they just got worse.
"Damn, dat azz look good in dem jeans."
"Hey baby, you a grower or a shower?"
"You're every chair's dream."
"I'd like to gargle those marbles"
"I would love to see him squirm beneath me."
"Yo baby ever had your dick sucked from the back by a fat girl in an overcoat?"
"I'd like to slap those buns on the grill!"
"Hey thick dick, c'mere baby."
"He's so hot, I bet he cums Lava."
"Let me suck ya cock pretty boi!"
"Chico! I want to eat your ass like pico de Gallo."
I cringed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anger. How could they say those things in front of Marcus? I glanced at him, expecting to see disgust or anger on his face. Instead, he was smiling.
"This is crazy." Marcus comments, holding back a chuckle.
"I am really sorry." I told him, my voice barely audible over the noise of the machines and the chatter. "They're…they're horrible."
He shrugged, his smile never wavering.
"Relax coelhinha, I'm enjoying this more than I should." He said laughing.
I looked at him, amazed.
'Does he like the attention?' I thought silently. 'Is Marcus a… whore?'
Before I could continue this horrible line of thought, Marcus stopped in front of an anthro buffalo wearing a white outfit and security identification standing near a reinforced fire door.
"What do you want male." Said the big woman in an irritated tone.
Marcus pulled out his cell phone and showed her a message.
"We received a message to look for Madam Shì Hún."
The anthro buffalo's eyes widened, she quickly grabbed her walkie-talkie, shouting orders in a hoarse voice.
"I need a replacement at the entrance. I will escort visitors to Madam Shì Hún."
The change in the security behavior seemed to be expected by Marcus, who chuckled softly at her reaction. The buffalo turned to us, her expression serious.
"Follow me." She ordered, leading us down a dimly lit hallway.
The noise from the laundry room subsided as the heavy, reinforced door closed behind us following the buffalo.
She led us down a dimly lit staircase, the sound of our footsteps echoing off the cold concrete walls. I could feel the tension building with each step, my heart pounding in my chest. Marcus, on the other hand, looked as calm as ever, his eyes scanning his surroundings with a mix of curiosity and caution.
'How could he be so confident, especially dressed in that tight stripper shirt and denim shorts hugging his ass so tight?' I thought to myself.
Finally, we reached the bottom, entering a wide, well-lit hallway. Both sides of the hallway contained doors with a large gap between them, each one identical to the last.
The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, the silence broken only by the sound of our footsteps and the distant hum of machinery. I could feel the weight of the building above us, the pressure increasing with each step. The air was thick with the smell of detergent and something else, something I couldn't identify.
'How far do we go?' I questioned mentally.
As we walked, I noticed that the doors were numbered, the numbers increasing as we went. I tried to keep up, but the numbers were confusing, my mind racing with a thousand different thoughts.
Finally, we reached the end of the hallway, where there was a large steel elevator door. The buffalo pressed a button on the wall, and the doors opened with a gentle touch. She entered, gesturing for us to follow her.
I hesitated, looking at Marcus.
"It's okay, Edith." He said brimming with confidence. "I've got your back."
'I really am a pathetic woman for depending on a man to calm me down.' I thought sadly
Taking a deep breath, I entered the elevator, the doors sliding closed behind us. The buffalo pressed another button, and the elevator began to descend.
[Marcus Carvalho]
'Holy shit, where did I get myself into?' I mentally swore worried. 'Are we going to China to find this bitch? Who dug all this shit? Dwarven moles?'
But I wasn't going to show it, Edith was a nervous wreck and I needed to keep her calm.
The elevator doors opened, revealing a large garden bathed in a soft, twilight-like ambient light. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees, carrying the scent of blooming flowers. The centerpiece of the garden was a tranquil lake with a small waterfall whose water flowed down a rocky outcrop, creating a gentle melody that filled the air.
As soon as I took a step into the garden I received a warning.
[Detection Alert]
'Aside from my inventory, it seems that the other parts of the system work.' I thought silently. 'I need to test my powers later, I don't know if I have access to everything.'
[You are being observed by 10 creatures with ill intent.]
With the last window informing me, I feel the intention coming from the ceiling, what was up there was hidden behind the spotlights that illuminate the place.
"Wow." Edith whispers, grabbing my attention. "How can someone maintain such a large underground garden?"
"With a lot of money." I responded by frowning. "This isn't just a garden, it's a demonstration of power."
Edith looked at me confused, but I didn't have time to explain to her, because next to the lake there was an elegantly set table with fine Asian china and a silver tea set. Sitting at the table was an Anthro bobcat, her smooth gray fur contrasting with her piercing amber eyes.
"I was waiting for you, sir." She said in a neutral tone with zero emotions. "Your companion, however, was not expected, but that is easy to rectify."
With a snap of the bobcat's fingers, the buffalo that accompanied us brought an extra chair that was placed while the bobcat gestured for us to sit down.
"So you are Madam Shì Hún?" I asked curiously.
Weirdly, she freezes for a second, as if taking a breath to respond.
"Yes." She spoke in the same neutral tone. "I called you here to talk about your request, documents capable of passing off as real with large institutions are difficult, but not impossible to obtain."
"But it will cost a lot, even for someone with access to gold coins I imagine?"
In response she simply nodded confirming the information.
Before I could ask any more questions about the documents, a figure joined us. An elderly anthro tigress, her fur had little gray tufts in the middle of her orange and black stripes, she approached the table with a strange greenish teapot that looked familiar to me.
Even with her advanced age, she moved with the grace of a seasoned predator, her eyes on the cups as she poured the steaming liquid with her thumb dancing lightly on the teapot's handle.
"Please." Said the bobcat, taking his cup. "Drink."
Edith picked up her cup and tried to bring it to her lips, but I stopped her by holding her arm.
"Marcus?" She asked me surprise.
"I didn't want to do this." I commented, summoning a purple powder from my inventory to my hand. "But you started."
With my last words, I threw the purple powder at the bobcat as the old anthro walked away from the table.
The bobcat fell to the ground, laughing uncontrollably.
"Marcus, what did you do?" She asked as the bobcat thrashed on the ground laughing uncontrollably.
I turned to Edith, my expression grave.
"They tried to poison us, so I retaliated with a dose of euphoria powder."
Edith's grip on the cup tightened, her knuckles turning white.
"B-but…" She stuttered, too nervous to form a sentence.
I gestured to the bobcat, now writhing on the ground, its laughter turning into hysterical sobs.
"She's probably not even Madam Shì Hún."
I picked up my cup of tea and I drank it all in one gulp.
"Marcus!" Edith shouted in fright.
[Poison Detected]
[Poison Neutralized]
"I knew it." I murmured, opening a smile.
[Analyzing Compound]
[Sodium Pentothal Identified]
As soon as the substance is exposed to my system I realize what they tried to do.
"They didn't give us anything deadly." I commented, placing the cup on the table. "But it's still really dirty to try to give us a truth serum."
Edith sighs in surprise, bringing her hands to cover her mouth. Worried about her safety, I pulled her closer to me, but before I could act, a sadistic laugh caught my attention.
"You are a very interesting man, Mr. Marcus." Said an old voice, but full of authority.
It was the tigress who had spoken to me.
[Image]
"Smart men with good instincts are rare, my dear rabbit." Said the old black-robed tigress looking in Edith's direction as she sat in the bobcat's place. "You are a fortunate woman."
Edith stuttered, her bunny ears twitching slightly.
"W-we are not a couple, Madam Shì Hún. Marcus and I are just... friends. In fact, we are both single."
Shì Hún's eyes narrowed, his expression impassive as he turned his head toward me, analyzing me.
"A man like you, single? That's something you don't see every day." She murmured, almost purring, leaning forward. "Usually the state would have married you off at age 17."
I admit that when I walked through the laundry room I loved the attention of the girls up there, but now with this old chinese woman who tried to poison me and the coelhinha ? I'm getting really pissed off.
'It's time to fuck shit up!' I thought with a sadistic smile.
I quickly took out a common dagger from my inventory and threw it at the old tigress using the minimum amount of strength to look like a weak normal human.
SWISH!
In addition to my powerful body, my brain is also beyond human capacity, so I was able to perceive everything that happened next perfectly.
As the blade left my hand towards the tigress, two figures fell from the ceiling behind the spotlights. I couldn't see the first one properly, as she fell with her back to me with her arms open, receiving the knife at shoulder height. The second one jumped at me wielding a shiny blade, at a glance I thought she was some kind of rat, but the membranes under her arms make it clear that she was a bat.
"Nop!" I exclaimed in a dry tone, turning my body and kicking the bat charging at me.
The figure protecting the tigress turned around, demonstrating that it was also a bat, growling in anger at me.
"洋狗!" She shouted angrily towards me.
"It was bad but I don't speak corona vires." I responded by blowing her a kiss.
"Rrrrrrrr!" She growled charging at me.
But halfway through, her boss screamed.
"住手!"
At the same time the bat stopped and turned to its master.
"Leave." She said in a stern tone.
In response, the bat ninja bends over, takes out the knife that was still lodged in her shoulder and throws it towards my foot.
"He-he, ninjas protecting an Asian mobster, kind of a cliché… right Edith?" I turn to the side and don't see the rabbit anywhere. "Edith?"
"Your 'friend' fainted when you kicked my servant in the face." Said the tigress, drinking tea as if nothing had happened.
[Edith Nivea]
I woke up with the bitter taste of green tea in my mouth, my head throbbing like a drum. Then I noticed the heat under my cheek and the constant rise and fall of a breast.
"Ah, you woke up." Said a soft and gentle voice. "You're just as fluffy as I thought."
I blinked and my vision began to clear, revealing Marcus's face, his emerald green eyes staring at me.
'What happened?' I questioned myself mentally. 'Where am I?'
I felt a hand stroking my head, making me shift a little and… am I in Marcus' lap?
Quickly, I stood up, my ears twitching nervously.
"W-What happened?" I stuttered, my voice shaking with nervousness.
Marcus opened his eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"You passed out." He said smiling. "Then I gave you a little thing to wake you up."
"Your pockets are pretty deep for someone wearing such tight clothing, Mr. Marcus." Comments Madam Shì Hún.
"Stop looking at my ass you horny grandma." Marcus retorts.
Madam Shì Hún laughed with her velvet voice in response to Marcus's offense, as if he were a child throwing a tantrum.
"You are really curious, Marcus Carvalho. Few men have the audacity to talk to me like that."
I sat at the table together with Marcus and Madam Shì Hún. I could feel the tension between the two in this very strange scene between a Latino man versus an elderly Chinese mobster tigress.
"I apologize for the poisoning attempt." Shì Hún said, his voice soft and calculated. "I was intrigued by a man carrying such precious coins."
"So, you thought drugging us was the best way to find out more about us?" Marcos asked in a calm, and more intense tone.
Shì Hún laughed, a low rumble in her chest.
"It was just a truth serum, a necessary precaution, Mr. Carvalho. In my line of work, trust is a rare commodity."
"You could have asked." I responded irritably, raising my voice for the first time since I sat down at the table.
Shì Hún turned her gaze to stare directly at me, her eyes softening slightly.
"Ah, my dear bunny, the world is not as simple as it seems. But please, Mr. Carvalho, tell me how you knew the tea was poisoned."
Marcus frowned looking at the tigress, with zero inclination to answer her question, in fact he looked like he wanted to punch her.
I quickly placed a hand on his arm drawing his attention to me.
"Please." I whispered to him. "Be nice."
His eyes were narrowed, as if he were ready for combat, but as soon as he felt my touch he relaxed and responded to the tigress.
"The teapot was familiar to me, but it was your thumb on the teapot handle that caught my attention." Marcus commented in a dry tone. "Then I noticed a small hole that your finger covered when you served mine and Edith's tea, I immediately remembered the assassin's teapot."
Madam Shì Hún opened her eyes wide, surprised by Marcus's wit and intelligence.
"And how does a male like you know such information?" The tigress asked, looking at Marcus with a worried tone.
"9gag."
My jaw drops at Marcus' absurd response.
'He saved us thanks to an old 9gag post?' I thought in shock.
"I'm not familiar with that school of assassins." The tigress replied calmly, drinking from her cup. "It's probably western." The Westerner at the end of the sentence had a hint of disdain in her tone.
Marcus leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Shì Hún's face.
"So what now? Are we going to talk business or are you going to try another trick?"
Shì Hún's lips curved into a slight smile, as if she hadn't had fun in a long time and had finally found something to distract herself.
"The documents that Mr. Marcus wants are not easy to obtain." She said in her voice as smooth as silk. "They require the use of resources that I wish not to waste."
"But if it were impossible you wouldn't have called us." Marcus replied, facing the elderly tigress with crossed arms.
She smiles with delight at Marcus' attitude, as if his aggressive posture was something similar to a grumpy child.
"The most problematic part is that it will cost me favors with powerful people." Explains Shì Hún, pouring another cup of tea. "Money alone is not a good incentive to help you, Mr. Carvalho."
Marcus sighed, tired from the day's events, and reached into his pocket. He took out a handful of gold coins and some shiny jewelry, placing them on the table in front of Madam Shì Hún. The old tigress Anthro looked at the offerings with complete indifference. Her tail swung lazily behind her, a clear sign of her disinterest.
"Is this to impress me?" She spoke slowly, her voice drenched in disdain. "I already said that money alone is not enough."
"I just wanted to make sure." Marcus said, taking the treasure and putting it in his pocket. "What do you have in mind?"
Madam Shì Hún turns to me, her golden eyes shining with a mixture of amusement and disdain.
"He has a strong spirit, but he knows when to obey. Now that is an admirable quality in a male." Says the tigress, amused by Marcus' irritation.
Marcus growled in anger, but once again I intervened, this time placing a hand on his leg, trying to calm him down. He looks at me, his green eyes full of fury, but my presence seems to bring some peace. Shì Hún watches our interaction with an enigmatic smile, her tail swishing gently.
"Let's get straight to the point, Mr. Carvalho." She says, her voice soft and calculated. "I have a proposal for you. A tournament. Three fights against three different Anthros. You don't have to win, just participate. In return, I will provide the documents you want."
Marcus leans forward, his fingers drumming on the table.
"What if I win?" Marcus asked, excited about a challenge in front of him.
Shì Hún smiles, showing his sharp teeth.
"For every victory, I will grant a favor. One victory and pay off the debts this bunny accumulated from her college and irresponsible purchases."
"How do you know?" I asked with fear.
"I don't let people in my garden without first researching everything about them." Said the tiger lady purring. "With a second victory, I will introduce you to a trustworthy personal contact to buy your jewelry and take it to be sold outside the country."
"That way making it impossible to trace back to me?" Asks Marcus.
"Exactly." She happily confirms that Marcus can follow her thoughts. "Now the third fight, it won't be easy, it will be against the most powerful warrior at my disposal."
With a voracious smile, Marcus stares at the woman with his eyes focused on her.
"So would it be fair for me to ask for your most precise possession?" Marcus asks in a threatening tone.
Madam Shì Hún widens her eyes, probably shocked by the audacity of the human in front of her. But instead of attacking him physically or with words, she laughed low and hoarse.
"If you enter to fight in my arena and win the three fights, I will give you the documents, debt settlement, the trusted contact and my most precious possession, the Flaming Prism, my beloved fire opal gem."
Marcus looks at me, as if seeking my approval. I feel a tightness in my chest, worried about what he might face, but also confident in his abilities. He is a hero, after all.
"Seems fair." He says finally, turning to Shì Hún. "But I want guarantees. I don't want to be deceived."
Shì Hún nods, her golden eyes shining.
"You have my word, Mr. Carvalho. And my word here is law."
Marcus sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"Let's do this." He responds laughing. "I do enjoy a 'Tournament Arc'."
I feel a mix of relief and worry. Marcus is strong, but what will he face? Shì Hún stands up, her imposing presence filling the room.
"Excellent." She says, extending her hand to Marcus.
Marcus shakes her hand, sealing the deal.
Soon after, Madam Shì Hún clapped her hands, the high-pitched sound echoing through the dimly lit room. From the shadows of the ceiling, four Anthro bats dressed in ninja attire descended silently, their wings folded neatly behind them.
"Please accompany Mr. Carvalho to the locker room." Shì Hún ordered, the ninjas nodded in unison, their movements synchronized like a well-oiled machine.
"And you, dear Edith." Shì Hún turned to me, her golden eyes narrowing slightly. "Please follow me."
Marcus looked at me, a hint of concern in his eyes. I tried to offer a reassuring smile, but I could feel the tension in the air. This was a dangerous game and separating us was not part of the plan.
Large double doors on the opposite side of the garden opened, revealing a VIP lounge that looked like it had been transported straight from a Chinese imperial palace filled with men dressed in shiny silk robes. The room was covered in rich red silks and adorned with golden ornaments that glittered in the soft glow of the lanterns. Carved dragons and phoenixes danced across the walls, their scales and feathers painted in vibrant colors that seemed to move in the flickering light.
Further ahead was a large opening with a decorated parapet, Shì Hún gestured for me to sit next to her on one of the ornate chairs pulled by a human wearing a tight green tunic.
I sat in the ornate chair, my eyes drawn to the spectacle before me. The arena was an octagon surrounded by a fence. My heart pounded when I realized this was where Marcus would fight.
"Marcus…" I whispered, my voice barely audible. I turned to Shì Hún, my eyes wide with worry and regret. "Please, can't you just take his money? He doesn't need to fight and get hurt."
Shì Hún laughed, her golden eyes shining with amusement.
"Oh, dear Edith. This isn't about money, it's about power and entertainment for me, my dear allies and precious enemies."
I clenched my fists, trying to steady my voice.
"But he could get injured or die. Please, there must be another way."
Shì Hún's laughter echoed through the room, a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings.
"If you're worried now, imagine how you'll feel when he loses and is... shall we say, 'used' in front of the public?"
My heart stops for a second.
"Used?" I ask, fearing the answer.
A sadistic and malicious smile painted the tigress's face, staring at me with voracious eyes.
"One of the rules of my arena is that the loser is humiliated by the winner. And with a male as charming as Marcus as an opponent… I'm even worried about what my female fighters might do to him."
I stood there, frozen, as Shì Hún's words echoed in my mind.
'Humiliated by the winner.'
The room seemed to spin, and the opulent decorations blurred into a chaotic whirlwind. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a painful reminder of the reality I couldn't escape.
"No!" I shout desperately. "You can't do that to him."
Shì Hún leaned back in her chair, a smug smile playing on her lips.
"Oh, my dear Edith, I assure you, it is quite a spectacle. The crowd loves it."
I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms.
"He's not just a…entertainment for you!"
"Humpf" She huffed irritably. "This Western mentality of gender equality is very irritating. He agreed to participate, and so he will face the consequences if he loses."
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't show weakness, not in front of her. My stomach turned, and I felt a wave of nausea.
"When does the first fight start?" I asked, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.
As if answering my question, a bombastic female voice echoed throughout the arena, a lemming presenter began to speak.
"Ladies and gentlemen, anthros and human escorts, welcome to Chicago's hottest event! Tonight, we have an incomparable show for you. One human, a true gladiator, will face three of our most formidable Anthros!"
The arena fell silent as the announcer's voice echoed through the space, his words creating anticipation. A figure wrapped in a gray cloak emerged from the shadows, walking confidently towards the center of the arena. The crowd held its breath, waiting for the revelation.
"We present to you the challenger! As dangerous as he is beautiful, the strongest man in the world, the DRAGON WARRIOR!"
The figure threw the cape aside dramatically, revealing Marcus in tight black swim trunks and a green dragon mask. The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles, the atmosphere electric with excitement. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Marcus standing tall and proud, his muscles glistening under the arena lights.
[Image]
As the announcer continued to hype the crowd, I couldn't take my eyes off Marcus. He was confident, his gaze scanning the arena as if sizing up his opponents. The thought of him getting hurt, or worse, was unbearable. I had to do something, anything to stop this.
'But he looks so good in swim trunks…' I think, drooling a little from the corner of my mouth.
"And now, please welcome our first challenger! Hailing from the wilds of the American Southwest, she is known for her ferocity and cunning. She is the queen of chaos, the voracious and unique... HONEY HAVOC!"
The crowd erupted in applause as a figure emerged from the shadows. Honey Havoc, a small, muscular anthro badger, stepped into the light. His fur was a mix of black and white stripes, and his eyes glowed with a wild intensity. She wore a tight swimsuit highlighting her curves and muscles.
[Image]
Marcus stood in the center of the arena, his muscles tense, his gaze fixed on Honey Havoc. I could see the tension in his body, the way his fists clenched and unclenched, but it was his eyes that really worried me. They were wide-eyed, almost glassy, and he seemed completely transfixed, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Marcus." I whisperworriedly. I gripped the arms of my chair. This wasn't the confident, fearless Marcus I knew.
Something is wrong.
"FIGHT!" The announcer shouted, getting out of the way of the fighters.
Honey Havoc circled Marcus like a predator, her eyes glowing with a savage intensity. She was smaller than Marcus, but her muscles were taut and powerful, her movements fluid and precise. She had a mischievous smile, as if she could sense Marcus's fear and was reveling in it.
"Fresh meat." She teased with her tongue out, her voice a low growl. "Let's see if you can handle a few bites."
Marcus was frozen, it seemed like his fear was holding him captive.
Honey Havoc lunged forward, her claws extended, her teeth bared in a snarl. Marcus shudders, his body instinctively moving forward as he grabs his opponent and lifts her off the ground.
The biggest surprise wasn't Marcus lifting Honey Havoc off the ground, but rather what he shouted next.
"You are so cute and cuddly!" He says hugging his opponent tightly.
The crowd laughs and applause, surprised by Marcus's unexpected tenderness. Honey Havoc, meanwhile, looks momentarily confused, her eyes wide with surprise. She tries to break free, but Marcus holds her tight, his eyes shining with a mix of joy and affection.
Honey Havoc's reaction was immediate and brutal.
"Rrrrrrrr!" With a furious growl, she opened her mouth and sank her sharp teeth into Marcus's shoulder.
"SHIIIIIIIIT!" Marcus screamed, pain ripping through him like a knife.
Scared, his instincts took over. With a sudden movement, he threw Honey Havoc to the ground.
POF!
Before she can even try to get up, Marcus steps on her, his foot pressing her into the ground like she's a cockroach.
The crowd was silent for a moment, shocked by the sudden brutality. Anthro's motionless body on the floor kept the uncomfortable silence, everyone fearing that the worst had happened.
Marcus' eyes widened, the realization of what he had done sinking in. He took a step back, his foot lifting off Honey Havoc's body. He knelt down, his hands shaking as he reached for her wrist. The arena held its breath, awaiting its verdict.
"She's alive!" Marcus shouted, his voice echoing throughout the arena.
A collective sigh of relief took over the crowd, as Marcus began to laugh in relief.
"Now as usual, the winner can humiliate his opponent however he wishes." Says the announcer.
Marcus looked at Honey Havoc, his brow furrowed in confusion, but he shook his head and managed to focus again.
"Can I sit her on my lap and brush her hair?"
"U-uh." The lemming announcer stutters, her eyes widening in surprise. "Yes, that's...that's allowed."
Marcus paused, his gaze shifting between Honey Havoc and the crowd. He seemed to be considering the offer. The arena held its breath, waiting for his decision.
"No." He said finally, his voice firm. "I won't do anything to her."
The crowd murmured in surprise, their whispers filling the arena.
"Any particular reason?" Asks the curious lemming.
"What kind of scumbag motherfucker humiliates someone unconscious in public?" Marcus asks indignantly. "That sounds like something an anime villain would do-. No! A hentai villain."
…
A smile spread across my face, I was so proud of his decision. Marcus demonstrated that in addition to the strength of a hero, he also has the honor of one.
"I don't know how to answer that." Says the presenter.
"Can we go to the next fight?" Marcus asks, clasping his hands.
Uncertain, the presenter wanted to question the prudence of the action due to the injury to Marcus' shoulder. But strangely it was already healed and it's only remnant was a small spot of blood. Shrugging her shoulders the lemming returned to his work.
"Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves for the most powerful force to ever enter the ring! She is a living legend, a powerhouse on a mission to dominate. Make way for the indomitable, the unstoppable... BULLDOZER!"
The ground shook beneath my feet, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. The entrance to the arena darkened, and then, emerging from the shadows, an imposing figure appeared. Bulldozer, an anthro rhinoceros, lumbered towards the center of the Octagon.
"No." I murmured in fear.
She was huge, her rough gray skin glowing under the lights. Her muscles were tense and powerful, as if they were carved from granite. Every step she took made the ground shake, and her presence was so dominant that it seemed to suck the air out of the arena. Her eyes, small and penetrating, fixed on Marcus with frightening intensity.
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Marcus, still in the center of the arena, seemed tiny compared to the monstrous size of his opponent. But even with the titanic difference between the two he was smiling voraciously.
"Other than the slight Havoc smell, you're as good as new." Bulldozer muttered licking her lips lasciviously. "I'm going to love getting you dirty in front of everyone."
"No fucking way you skinny Lizo." Marcus growled, stretching his arms.
"FIGHT!"
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E aí gurizada?
As I said at the beginning, I'm going to take some time to organize my ideas.
-Comments:
EMCM:
Do humans exist in the anthro state? Sounds like Edith is not faced by the fact that she's talking to a human.
Avip:
Only male humans exist.