Punished Mobians Will Continue!

Artist unknown... But maybe listed on the lower right-hand corner, on the tape.

So I was contacted by Google through my Gmail that the regulations for content posted in Blogger is going to change somewhat. Those with pornographic content posted just for the sake of pornography will see reduced traffic due to the site no longer being accessible through searching.

Meaning the only people who will be able to view the blog are those who see a directly posted link of it. That got me kinda down.

I considered quitting out of the blog, letting the new rules of Blogger doom it to obscurity. Maybe I'd start typing out stories on DeviantArt, in the face of a large crowd who would greet such work with disdain...

But I saw that I surpassed the 500 viewing mark, and I decided that giving up on creating content for this blog would be an injustice. I owe it to the people who brought this blog to the 500 mark to continue creating content.

As such, I altered the picture for Punished Princess to a SFW (safe for work) picture, and to my knowledge, it was the only one in need of change. I am going to continue to produce content for this blog, and I hope to one day greet everyone with smiles and cheers at the 1000-view milestone!

There are plenty of mobian ladies out there who have been thoroughly punished, slightly punished, or not punished at all. The only way to fix that is to spread the love! More ryona is on the way in March, more reviews, more Cornered entries, a picture commission to celebrate the 500 views, and even the beginnings of a full ongoing story!

Punished Mobians will continue to spread mobian ryona onwards! I hope to see you all in March! 

Thanks for sticking with me this long!

Sonic Boom Review: Episode 2

Our second episode is titled "Can an Evil Genius Crash on your Couch for a Few Days?" which is quite the mouthful. Unfortunately. this episode is as painfully filler as you can imagine. This was written by Doug Lieblich, the same guy who did the teleplay for the previous episode. I don't watch a lot of television so I'm not sure if this is a thing or not, but yes. The episodes are written by different people. I doubt they even talk to each other or watch previous episodes when writing the new ones. Well, let's see how this totally not overused episode setup goes down.

Is Tails' couch... Suspended? Is it part couch, part porch swing? I want one.

The episode begins at Sonic's house... Or Tails' house... Okay, I'll be honest, I don't know which lives where. In this episode we'll see that Knuckles, Amy, and Sticks live elsewhere. But in this episode and onwards, I have a hard time telling if Sonic and Tails are roommates or live in their own houses. If this house belongs to only one of them, then why are both of them sleeping on couches? Mobians have beds, right? Right?



However, the sound of a pounding on the door wakes Sonic (eventually) from his slumber in the middle of the night. Who could it be? What could possibly be so important that it couldn't wait for a sensible hour of the following day?

Hey, hi, umm... Sorry about the plane?

Okay, I know we're a little early, but I need to give a brief lesson on proper writing. Cause and effect, consequential actions and reactions, these are important aspects to writing a good story. Eggman wants to crash at Sonic's (or Tails') place for a few nights due to his evil lair being destroyed. WHY would Sonic ever allow this, knowing that Eggman tried to murder Tails twice in cold blood in the previous episode? He almost pulled it off the first time! Remember my theory about Sonic and Eggman being bitter neighbors? Keep that in mind throughout this episode.

So, why do mobians build their doors big enough for humans anyway?

So, attempted murder and destruction of private property aside, Sonic just... Agrees. He even trusts Eggman's word about not hurting him or Tails in their sleep. The guy is supposed to be a ruthless conqueror, and you are inviting him to your home in a TRENCH. COAT. He even brings Orbot and Cubot along, who could have hidden weapons installed in their bodies! But Sonic just lets it all slide. Surely a man who lied in the previous episode won't be up to anything dastardly now. What could possibly happen?

When you see what they see, you'll agree with Sticks.

The following day, we get an establishing shot of the area which doesn't look that bad, really. However, the group stops by to visit, promptly reacting with common sense towards Eggman's presence. What is odd is that the picture you are seeing kind of displays what is wrong with this scenario. I am well aware of there being no continuity, and yet I still find myself yelling at Sonic that Eggman is frickin' EVIL and even ignoring what happened before, he should still know better! Common! Sense! But to be fair, this does lead into one of the few chuckle-worthy moments in the episode.


Eggman considers his own pajamas, despite the pink coloring, to be evil pajamas. Why is that, you might ask? Well...

Bet you weren't expecting a photo of Eggman's pajama bottom on a blog like this, huh?

Because they have a "trap door" on the back. The sad thing is I don't know whether to chuckle at the joke, or chuckle at the fact they consider this guy a real threat to the world.

Inventor. Technician. Engineer. And chef, apparently.

So the team obviously demands to know why Eggman is there, but Sonic informs them that Tails said he could stay-wait. Tails said he could... Tails said Eggman could stay?! Sonic was the one who agreed to it! Was he so tired that he mixed up a conversation for an out-of-body experience?! Focus, writer! Focus! In the natural flow of nemesis-turned-roommate formulas, Eggman makes some pretty unreasonable demands regarding food, which Sticks rightfully claims is all an evil plot of some sort. Honestly, she makes a very sound point and is only ignored because of her primary character trait; overactive paranoia.

You know what time it is? It's breakfast o'clock. Scram.

Amy believes the group would be no better than Eggman if they kicked him out, and Tails figures Eggman may not be so bad after all. He just immediately jumps to this conclusion after having Eggman over for, for all the viewing audience is aware, six or seven hours. Somehow, Eggman asking for help makes him worth trusting right away. Well. Let's see how it goes. Brace yourselves.

When you can't tell his "I'm so happy" smile from his "I just ate your goldfish" smile, you don't invite him for a sleepover.

So do all mobians sleep with their accessories on? Wouldn't they get sweaty
or nasty after a while? Seriously, Tails is even wearing his goggles! Why?!

Naturally, everything goes awry. Eggman is always initiating pillow fights, dirtying the house and messing with Tails' concentration as a result. He fills the fridge with locked containers of food much to Sticks' annoyance... But she doesn't live there, so why should she care...? And of course, Eggman is a very loud snorer. But I will admit the evil sleep laughing was kinda funny to discover. I wonder if all evil geniuses have that same issue. The following day Sonic and Tails discuss the issues with Amy, who replies that they simply have a communication problem... Leading to an actually funny reply from Tails.

"Communication problem? He whacked me with a pillow. Hard. I'm dizzy, and I have serious short-term memory loss."

"..."

"And I have serious short-term memory loss."

This is a very bizarre angle for anyone who focuses on their noses...
Of course, I couldn't resist using it for the review.

So Amy sets up a roommate meeting, intending to clear any bad blood between Sonic, Tails, and Eggman. Only in Sonic Boom would this context ever happen, I'm fairly certain. That said, Sonic is less than caring with his words, and outright tells Eggman to leave because no one likes him. Eggman suddenly breaks down, agreeing that he is a terrible roommate. Upon Amy's request, Sonic gives Eggman a second chance to redeem himself and shape up, leading to a reverse montage of Eggman suddenly being overly nice and helpful around the house all day... Of course, even this goes wrong.

Any game that involves a kazoo must be diabolical. Fact.

Eggman is playful and helpful all day long... And late into the night, it seems. He just never stops, even when Sonic asks for some sleep. When the blue hero tries to leave (Wait, so he DOESN'T live there? I'm getting confused, series!) Eggman stops him, insisting they hang out even longer watching late night comedy shows. Sure enough, neither Sonic nor Tails get any sleep at all. The following day the two of them are a mess, and Sticks once again states that--

It is as though Amy is reliving all of her upskirt moments at the same time...

Why thank you, animators. We now know that Sticks goes commando under her skirt. Did no one seriously pay attention to this?! You guys have to do this frame by frame, don't you?! Was this slipped in intentionally, or did no one care?! Okay, yes, it is extremely quick, only two or three frames long. But apparently they are unaware of people actually noticing these details and documenting them! Jessica from Who Framed Roger Rabbit went through this in a certain scene and people noticed it back then, so... Agh, nevermind. Sticks is anti underwear, everyone. Now you know. Whether you wanted to or not.

Well blow me down! Its showdown o'clock, losers!

But it turns out Sticks was right all along about Eggman just plotting to attack the group when they were exhausted and unable to fight back, like pretty much everyone knew from the start of this. This is Obliterator Bot, a behemoth of a machine that can systematically take anything apart with ease. This is a pretty powerful, threatening foe just by the looks alone. So naturally, we'll see the teamwork of Knuckles, Amy, and Sticks bring it down, right? Maybe show us what the rest of the team can do since the top two are out of commission?

One has to wonder what the tiny wheels on the feet are for.

Nope. Instead, the robot mishears commands due to a faulty something-or-other and instead marches off to destroy Eggman's island fortress. Eggman pleads with Sonic to help him on the grounds that if his fortress is destroyed, they really will be stuck living together until it gets rebuilt. So this inspires Sonic and the gang to work with Eggman to stop Obliterator Bot, resulting in some bothersome padding. The only way to stop this robot is with two kill switches located on either side of the fortress. Sonic and Tails work on the switches with Eggman while the rest stall the robot to the best of their ability.


Of course, we still don't get to see any teamwork from Knuckles, Amy, and Sticks. Instead, our attention is primarily diverted to Sonic and Tails being too tired to actually power down the two switches simultaneously. So all we get from the other three is our first true standalone joke from our newest companion, Sticks The Badger. Let's see how it goes.

"I knew you were coming... But you will never obliterate Sticks!"

"Because Sticks is unobliterble... Unelip... Unoblitery... "

"..."

"You can't kill me."

Wow, the game's tediousness even translated into the show.

Well... That was kinda funny. Anyway, Eggman has a hard time powering down Obliterator Bot due to Sonic and Tails being unable to stay awake long enough to power down their respective sides. Out of time and greatly frustrated, Eggman promptly whips out that gloriously evil kazoo and blows as hard as he can, waking the two heroes and enabling them to power down the robot... Which suddenly leads into Sonic zooming over to it and slamming it in the head with a sheet of metal, screaming "pillow fight". Weren't you falling asleep every three steps earlier? How are you suddenly awake enough to run around with a heavy sheet of metal, and strong enough to behead a giant robot with it?

Welp. Looks like its vacation o'clock, boyos.

Obliterator Bot is defeated, the day is saved, and much to Eggman's annoyance, the lair couldn't be saved. It blows apart just as he celebrates, thus leaving him asking the team to once more let him in as a roommate until the fortress is rebuilt. For real this time. Sonic promptly runs him back to his island and dumps him there in record time, which should have been this entire episode in a nutshell!

Behold, the continuity balloon! Once Amy pops it, everything that just transpired will be totally forgotten!
Just in time for Episode 3, in fact. Isn't this so much fun?

This episode is generally a wasted effort, as opposed to the previous one that at least had the purpose of introducing the characters. The jokes are weak, only offering a chuckle at most aside from once or twice. Amy has suddenly become a bit of a know-it-all, making her both amusing and annoying in this case. We once more know nothing about Knuckles. We don't even know if he is strong due to taking no action aside from some dialogue. For all we know, those arms could just be for show!

Sticks finally had her debut in this episode, and sadly, she is hit or miss. Her voice doesn't quite fit with her character, and while she wouldn't be fully integrated into society yet considering her obvious jungle-based designed, I don't see why she was made into a total paranoid wreck. She even yells at her own shadow for following her around. I don't know, maybe she'll grow on me over time.

With episode two drawn to a close, we have been introduced to the full team of five. Kind of. Still want to see where this show is headed? Then prepare to learn more about these furry heroes than you ever wanted in the psychological endeavor that is episode three, "Translate This".

[Cornered] Dethroned With Dignity

Image by Archie Comics

With both Rouge and Amy in your personal care, you had felt it was time to call it good, and not risk drawing any further attention for the moment. Your harem was fine as it was, a mixture of sexy and cute, of innuendos and innocence.

Apparently it just wasn't meant to be as the princess herself, Sally Acorn, had decided to try to sneak into your own home to rescue the girls. Naturally, you reacted to this in a calm, sensible manner. You tazed her from a safe distance before approaching her fallen form and stomping her until she blacked out. Stripping her naked and throwing her body over your shoulder, you gave her rump a good swat before carrying her into a more private room to make a pet out of her.

...

You watch as Amy and Rouge, both dressed in revealing harem attire, bind Sally between two poles, her arms and legs forcibly spread in an 'X' shape as a result. The two then bow and leave the room obediently, permitting you some privacy as you uncoil a whip. Sally's back is to you, so you approach her and grab her between the legs, watching as she began to stir. You then grip her fur and yank on it, not pulling it out, but definitely causing a rude awakening to Sally. You step back a few paces as Sally, panting and unnerved by her position, demands to be set free.

CRACK!

"AAAH!"

The whip effectively silences her with a single lash across her back. You inform her what happens to naughty girls in your home, but Sally will not hear of it. She demands you to free her and the others, ignoring your warnings entirely. It is time to break this girl.

CRACK!

"KYAAGH!"

CRACK!

"AAAAGH!"

CRACK!

"GAAAGH!"

Sally is panting now, her fur now soaking to her body from sweat. You walk around in front of her, seeing she has begun to cry. She notices you and quickly straightens her body and turns her head away from you, refusing you any kind of satisfaction. That is fine, her boobs are looking a little too proud for your tastes anyway.

CRACK!

"MMMMMGH!"

Sally bites her lip as she tries to restrain herself, refusing to cry out with you looking right at her. The lash was well-aimed, striking across both of her nipples. One more good hit would likely earn her voice in this torture.

CRACK!

"HAAAAAAAIIEE!"

There it is, and now Sally's head is hanging limply, her body sagging in her bindings as she is whimpering in pain. Approaching her and reaching behind to rub her butt as you speak, you whisper into her ear the many things you have done to Rouge and Amy. Sally tries to turn her head away, but you make her turn to face you by pushing the handle of the whip against her cheek.

Tears are drenching her face, saliva rolling from a corner of her mouth, but in her eyes is a fire you have yet to extinguish. Once more, she demands freedom for her and the girls. This Sally Acorn is starting to become annoying, and you can't help but slap her across the face a couple times before distancing yourself and taking aim at her smooth navel.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Screams echo loudly, probably audible even to Rouge and Amy despite wherever they might be. Sally jerks about wildly in her bindings as you refuse to let her rest whatsoever, intending to ensure whatever fight she has in her will be taken care of. You stop to catch your breath, seeing Sally is barely conscious.

She has one last chance. You toss the whip aside and grab her by the hair and throat, forcing her head back to look up into your eyes. She is meeting you with a glare. It is weak, she lacks a solid voice to speak with, but you can tell. It is still there. Her defiance. Her willpower. This was no doubt the resolve of the crown princess, Sally Acorn.

You knee her in the crotch and walk away, knowing it'll take a considerable amount of time to break this one. But you have other things you need to do. Ringing a bell, you watch as your loyal pets enter the room and shuffle over to Sally, freeing her from her bindings and blindfolding her before dragging her out of the room.

You might need some help with Sally... But who would be the right girl to enslave for this purpose?

Home Invasion

Image by Nancher: Check Out His DeviantArt Account

[Seeing as the spy interrogation poll tied between Blaze and Sally, both will get their own short stories.]

Two figures lockpicked their way into a mobian's house in the middle of the night, covered from head to toe in black gear, faces hidden behind masks worn within helmets. There was no way of knowing their identity in any conceivable fashion, and their sights were set on a purple feline who was typing away at her computer, dressed in only a white tanktop and black panties.

"We found the target," one masked person quietly reported into a radio, "the information will be wiped as soon as we take care of her."

Pocketing the radio, one figure nodded to the other and they immediately moved in. Before the mobian could even react to their presence, one of the attackers held her in a headlock, wrapping their arm tightly around her throat to prevent even a shout of pain. The other quickly sprayed something in her face, causing her body to go limp within moments. The unconscious girl was lifted from her chair and carried away as one of the invaders began to work on her computer.

Blaze awoke to water splashing across her face, finding herself tied to a chair. If only she had a moment to put some more decent clothes on-

"Oof! Ugh! Urk! Oouh!"

The chair shook as the feline's body got pulverized by repeated punches to the stomach. Blaze received no rest or mercy as her body was worked, sometimes a resounding slap occurring to break the agonizing monotony.

"Uof! Ugh! Agh! Oogh! Oof!"

At long last, the beating stopped. Blaze slumped in her chair, coughing roughly. Turning her head to spit and clear her mouth, the violet mobian noticed the second person entering the room.

"Looks like we have one mighty curious cat on our hands. We have orders to find out who you were trying to contact, so if you talk, this night will end that much faster."

"... ... ...UGH!"

One of the two intruders pulled a baton from deep in Blaze's gut, having struck her to punish her silence. Soon, the other rammed a fist into her stomach, only adding to her pain.

"We will make you talk. Even if it means..." the intruder trailed off, running a gloved hand over Blaze's breasts, "...doing things you might regret."

Blaze tried to pull away, but was unable to due to her bindings. Probing fingers found their way to her nipples, pinching and twisting them through the thin fabric of her shirt. Blaze squirmed and whimpered, forcing back tears as she tried in vain to twist her body away from the intruders. A sudden blow to the back of her head dazed her, the hands pulling away to untie her from the chair.

Binding the mobian's arms behind her back, the feline was grabbed by her tanktop and walked over to a fairly sizable aquarium in her living room. Without any warning, Blaze's head was dunked into the aquarium, bubbles and frantic struggles soon overtaking her as she tried to free herself. As a cat, Blaze did adore fish, but also as a cat, she always feared water any deeper than her ankles.

As Blaze desperately tried to lift her head from the threat of drowning, she felt her panties being yanked upwards, followed by repeated slaps across her butt. Every few moments, Blaze would be forcefully pulled from the water long enough for a shot to the gut and another dunk, giving her no time to truly breathe. Her pain was matched only by her humiliation as many strikes jiggled her butt to no end. The purple mobian was losing her strength and willpower quickly as she was once more pulled free, only to be punched in her belly and pushed downwards again.

Time passed, and she was finally shoved into a chair, her tanktop soaked clear through to make even her nipples visible, her panties wedged up tightly both front and back, and bruises beginning to be visible around her belly button despite her fur. Pulling the cat's hair to make her tilt her head back and look into the masked face of one of the two intruders, Blaze could only offer a pathetic moan of pain.

A fist to Blaze's stomach forced some water from her lungs, the liquid splashing against the mask before her and down her neck to her soaked torso, though the water was tinged slightly from being mixed with blood.

"Ready to talk? Or are we going to continue punishing the little kitty cat?"

Princess Punishment

Artist Unknown

[Seeing as the spy interrogation poll tied between Blaze and Sally, both will get their own short stories.]

Sally's world was blurred. Whatever had gone wrong had a destructive effect on her. Her only goal was to sneak into the organization, take some photos of some super serum, and escape. She tried a stealthy approach, but she was unaware of cameras being placed in the ventilation system.

She was also unaware that all vents were rigged to be electrified if enough weight were applied to them. No one booby trapped their ventilation system, right? Who would think to do so?

Sally felt herself being dragged through a building, muffled voices speaking as her senses struggled to return to normal. Every now and then a fist would greet her ribs, likely to ensure she was awake. Her skintight black catsuit had protective padding to reduce the pain of direct strikes, but the voltage she experienced had dramatically weakened her endurance.

The princess was eventually thrown to the floor, causing her to instinctively try to push herself up. However, what little blurry vision she had was quickly taken from her as a blindfold was wrapped over her eyes. She was pulled back up to her feet by two people, only for her lower stomach to be riddled with more punches.

Groaning weakly, Sally soon found her wrists strapped to the top corners of some rectangular surface, her ankles strapped to the bottom corners. Her hearing began to clear as her body was ravaged further, her attackers giving her no chance to rest. The front zipper on her suit was pulled down before the suit was forced open, exposing her breasts and belly for all to see.

"So, you wanted to try being a photographer," a mocking voice called out as Sally felt some small plastic circles being pressed to her bare body, held in place by strips of tape, "I don't think such a profession is good for such a pretty girl. It can be bad for your health, you see."

"Shut up..." Sally managed between coughs and pants, her body being in poor shape from the harsh treatment.

"How feisty. I'll cut to the chase then. Who sent you?"

Sally remained silent, though the sound of a crank soon followed. Sally's body suddenly tensed as electricity surged from the plastic circles taped to her breasts and stomach. The squirrel managed to keep her screams down by biting her lip, as the sound of a crank once more caused the pain to cease.

"Let's try it again. Who sent you?"

More silence. The electricity soon returned, only with increased voltage. Sally could no longer hold in her voice, groans of pain pouring forth as her back arched from the flat surface she was tied to.

"Gghh... Aaaaagh..."

"Looks kinda painful. Shut it off for a moment."

Freed from her torment, Sally hung limply in her bindings. Her consciousness was fading rapidly, and soon she would be within the safe haven of her dreams. Just then, Sally felt two hands grab and tilt her head, exposing her neck.

"Aaah!"

Sally couldn't help herself as a needle jabbed into her neck, injecting something cold into her body. The needle was removed, and the sound of snapped fingers caused the electricity to return in even greater force.

"Aaagh... AAAAAAAHHH!"

Sally's body jerked about, breasts bouncing wildly as her back arched once more. The blistering pain was nothing short of absurd, and whatever she was injected with, she could only assume it was intended to keep her awake through it all.

"KYAAAAAHH! SSTOOOOP-AAAAAAAHHH!"

The voltage continued, Sally could almost feel her body sizzling as she involuntarily thrust her body in every direction possible with no way to escape. At long last, the voltage stopped. Sally had nothing left in her. Her legs and arms were freed one by one, her limbs having the grace and skill of wet noodles as she was dragged from one torture to the next.

Held upright by two people, two more grabbed her legs to spread them. At this point, the squirrel had little knowledge of what was happening to her, despite her forced wakefulness.

"We don't wanna kill such a sweet little thing, so we're gonna try a different approach. How about you tell us who you work for before we have to partake in it?"

"Fff... You..." Was all Sally could manage, as her lips could barely work, her body still twitching somewhat from the electricity she had just endured.

"Fuck me? Is that it? How about fuck you. Swing away."

At the person's behest, a baseball bat was swung right up between Sally's legs, bouncing her body in the grip of the four people holding her. As Sally screamed in pain, another swing bashed her crotch once more.

Wham!

"KYAAAAAAAGH!

Wham!

"OOOOOAAAGH!"

Tears now poured from Sally's eyes, the whimpering mobian only receiving more hits for her trouble. Her pussy felt as though it was on fire, and every shot only made the pain worse. For some reason, she wouldn't go numb, and she only had that curious injection from before to blame.

"Who sent you?"

"AAAAAAAAAGH!"

"We can do this all night. Who was it?"

"AAAAAARGH!"

"Talk, girl! Swing at her belly a couple times, spread the love."

"OOOUFF! OOOOUGH!"

"Who do you work for? Give it up!"

Sally's body was ravaged for hours, shifting from bat swings to more electrical torment. Sally's only way out of this horrible torture was to give her attackers information... But could she bring herself to betray her own code of honor?

The sounds of screams echoed through the room as eventually Sally's bloodied body was thrown to the ground. Grabbing her hair to lift her head and slapping her to waken her, the question was asked again.

"Who. Sent. You?"

...

"Time for another round, then."

Commissions For The Blog

During my downtime, going through writer's block and finding excuses to explain my lack of posts for the blog, I decided to do some running around DeviantArt to see if I could find someone to draw up some commissions just for Punished Mobians.

Before long, I encountered Amortem-kun.

When I had the money available, I requested two commissions from her.

The combined price was a measly ten bucks.

She only spent maybe a couple days working on them, as far as I'm aware.

And boy howdy, did they turn out BRILLIANT.

"Dirty Dancing" by Amortem-kun

So, this begs the question. Do I commission more works for the blog?

If so, should I continue going to Amortem-kun? Or are there other artists who would be worth the time to look into?

I want to provide more content, and I'll see to it more art gets specially commissioned for Punished Mobians for everyone to enjoy.

"School Yard" by Amortem-kun

Know a good artist? Happen to be one yourself? Let me know!

There is still more content ready and waiting for future updates, and with the writing block passed, expect more stories coming soon!

...And I do mean that this time. Soon. As in not a week and a half later.

Royal Effort (Part Two)

Image by Nancher: Check Out His DeviantArt Account

With one foot on a bench in a locker room, Sally tightened the laces on her knee-high wrestling boots. She felt ready. She had been preparing for so long, readying her mind and body for the real thing, for professional wrestling. Her debut match was very important, as it would no doubt be a highly publicized event. She IS the princess of the kingdom, after all.

"Well what do we have here." a sly female voice caused Sally to turn towards the locker room door, seeing a red fox mobian standing with her arms folded, a tight black latex leotard hugging her body and a sly grin smeared across her lips.

"Fiona." Sally spoke lowly, being aware of the woman's criminal history. So this was where Fiona went for rehab? A full-contact sport meant to inflict pain on other people? The acorn princess should have guessed.

"Looks like you and I have a match coming up. And look at you, all dolled up for the beating of your life."

"Listen, I don't want anything disgraceful to happen during my debut, understand?" Sally replied as she extended her hand to her opponent, "So let's just have a fair match. We may even grow to enjoy the sport together."

Fiona looked at the princess' hand with a curious expression before approaching her. With a smirk, she slapped her palm against Sally's and gave her hand a firm grip. Sally finally returned Fiona's smile, seeing some good in the woman after all. Perhaps this rehab was just what she needed, a chance to vent her anger and make an honest job out of her desire to fight.

Sally's train of thought was immediately broken as Fiona pulled her close and rammed her knee between Sally's legs, the force lifting her feet from the floor for a moment. With a shriek, Sally fell to the floor and tightly held her crotch, looking up at Fiona with a betrayed expression.

"I don't play nice, and I don't play fair," Fiona stated as she grabbed a shoulder strap of Sally's leotard, pulling her up a bit as she bent down to look Sally in the eyes, "I'm a heel in this business, do you understand? I don't care if this is your debut, or if you're the princess of the kingdom. My job is to hurt any chick who dares to set foot on that mat. And I am damn good my job."

Pushing Sally back to the floor, Fiona turned and walked out of the locker room, calling out to Sally over her shoulder as she left with a careless wave.

"So give yourself a good rub, tighten your thong, and meet me in the ring so I can earn my paycheck and show your precious people just how much of a weak little bitch you really are."

Fiona slammed the door shut behind her as she left, leaving the princess to grit her teeth in frustration. She should have known not to trust a person like Fiona, but it was alright. Sally slowly made her way back to her feet, adjusting her outfit and ignoring the lingering pain between her legs.

Fiona would pay for it in the ring.

Upon her announcement, Sally made her way to the arena with tens of thousands of cheering mobians whistling and shouting their excitement, which immediately lifted Sally's spirits. The repeated phrase of 'break her' was a little much, but considering what Fiona had done earlier, Sally felt that she would have to do just that in order to exact her revenge.

Sally entered the ring between the middle and bottom ropes, standing in her corner and staring at Fiona. A few lingering chants remained before the sound of the bell quieted the audience and signaled the start of the match. Sally and Fiona approached each other, Sally taking far more care in her advance than Fiona. Seeing her chance, Sally darted forth.

Before the red fox could react, Sally was behind her back, twisting her arm into a hammerlock. The audience began to cheer at the princess' aggression, but Sally noticed something was missing. Fiona looked over her shoulder at Sally, seemingly unbothered by the situation she was in. Annoyed, Sally tried to twist Fiona's arm up further, but it wouldn't budge. It wasn't until now that Sally noticed Fiona's arm had been flexed this entire time, preventing Sally from inflicting any kind of damage with the hold. Sally was aware she wasn't the strongest woman out there, but Fiona was resisting both of her arms with one?

Fiona fired an elbow into Sally's head with her free arm, catching the princess entirely by surprise. As she loosened her grip, Fiona struck her once more to make her stagger backwards. Seeing a gap between the two, the red fox kicked backwards, landing her boot into her opponent's stomach and making her fold with a resounding 'oogh'.

"Come on, what else you got?" Fiona taunted as she rested her hands on her hips, smiling at Sally with thinly-veiled amusement. Sally still wasn't certain what had happened. She watched pro wrestling plenty while she was preparing. She never did see anyone use their other arm to break free. Was it just another rule that heel wrestlers could ignore?

Sally shook her head to clear it as she rushed at Fiona, pressing her shoulder into Fiona's stomach as she wrapped her arms around the woman's waist. Fiona staggered back in mild shock, but planted her feet firmly to the mat. Sally couldn't budge her, despite all of her effort. It wouldn't matter soon. All Sally had to do was get her on her back, then the foxy criminal would be helpless to her submissions!

Suddenly a leg kicked upwards, the searing pain from between Sally's legs causing her grip to weaken greatly. Another low blow, and now Fiona was on the offensive. Holding the princess in her bent-over position, Fiona made Sally's body bounce with knee after knee to her torso.

"Oof... Uugh... Uuf..."

Fiona scooped up her weakened prey, gripping Sally's sore crotch tightly as she slammed Sally onto the mat on her back, bouncing her body slightly off the mat. A stomp to the chest made Sally's limp form jerk slightly, only to be dragged to her feet by a tight grip on her leotard. Another scooping slam put Sally on her back once more, now arching her back while putting a hand on her lower spine.

Fiona posed for the crowd, placing a foot on Sally's throat to hold her down as she did so. The audience cheered, once more chanting the phrase 'break her'. A thought occurred to Sally, making her now quite fearful. The cheering crowd wasn't telling Sally to defeat Fiona... They were cheering for Fiona to break her!

The fox soon went to work, laying her body on top of Sally's and digging her forearm into the princess' throat. Fiona held her face mere inches from her victim's, grinning with evil intent and an overall feeling of superiority.

"Hear that, babe? They want me to hurt you. They don't care what happens to their own royalty once she steps foot in this ring," Fiona dug her arm into Sally's throat, forcing choked gasps from her opponent, "so let's have some fun."

Sally was released from the hold, coughing harshly as she tenderly held her neck. However, the fox grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet before twisting it, causing Sally to grip her shoulder tightly. With an elbow strike to that same shoulder, Fiona forced Sally to her knees. Using this as a good chance, Fiona grabbed Sally's other wrist and pulled the princess' arms back, keeping her torso in place with a boot between her shoulder blades.

The cheering crowd almost completely drowned out Sally's cries of agony. It felt as though her arms were going to be ripped from her body, and Fiona only pressured her more as Sally gave voice to her suffering. Releasing her, Fiona pulled Sally to her feet and shoved her into a corner. Before the princess had a chance to even catch her breath, a knee slammed deep into her stomach, leaving her gasping and hanging limply by her arms draped over the top rope.

Sally's vision was blurring as she felt body blows rocking her battered form, fists and elbows and knees and feet working her over, gradually reducing her middle to paste as she had nothing left to muster for a defense. As her body was endlessly ravaged by Fiona, all Sally could hope for would be a swift end to her merciless torture.

Fiona grabbed a handful of hair, yanking Sally from the corner and throwing her to the mat face first. As the squirrel princess laid motionless on the mat, Fiona grabbed her arms and dragged her to the ropes. Fiona slid Sally's upper body between the top and middle ropes, letting her hang from the middle rope with her butt sticking into the air.

The red fox pulled her favorite ribbon from her hair, using it to tie Sally's wrists and ankles together to the bottom rope. Sally began to recover from her daze, but she was already trapped. Fiona left the ring, swiping an empty folding chair and closing it as she approached her victim. Sally shook her head weakly, expecting a crushing blow to her skull... But it never came. Fiona slid into the ring, brandishing her weapon for the audience to see.

A blush crossed Sally's cheeks as she realized her predicament. Cameramen swarmed her as the audience roared with excitement. Before the princess could beg her attacker for mercy, the metal chair slammed against her butt with full force. Tears now flowed freely from Sally's eyes as she screamed in pain and humiliation. The royal heiress of the entire kingdom was being paddled by a lowly criminal, televised for the entire kingdom to see.

WHAM! "KYAAAAGH!"

WHAM! "AAAAAHHHH!"

WHAM! "AAAAAAGGHH!"

Sally's quickly lost count of her punishing spanks, her mind trying to sort out how she could even react to this nightmare. Does she beg for mercy? Should she just curl into a ball and hope no one would notice her? No, she was of the noble Acorn family. Only one reaction would have been appropriate.

Fiona grabbed a microphone as she stepped onto the side of the ring, pulling Sally's head up by her hair.

"So, time to admit it, little girl. Beg for mercy, and admit defeat!"

Fiona pressed the microphone into Sally's face, intending to let the princess place the final nail in the coffin of her dignity.

"More."

Fiona blinked, the solitary word of defiance causing the crowd to also quiet somewhat. With a shrug, Fiona decided to grant her wish, entering the ring and resuming the spanking.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Sally screamed in pain from every strike as Fiona returned to her side, sweaty and panting.

"Done now, little girl?!"

"M-More..."

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

"M... Mor...ore!"

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

"..."

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Fiona hurled the dented chair to the side, noticing Sally had finally passed out from the pain. Untying the princess, she let her fall to the mat like a rag doll. Stomping her foot down against Sally's crotch, Fiona stood triumphant over the princess. The bell sounded, and Fiona was declared the victor.

A splash of cold water awoke Sally, who opened her eyes drearily to see Fiona sitting over her, her ribbon now returned to her hair.

"You took it all, huh?"

"Wh...What...?"

"I just wanted to humiliate you, but you just kept on going. You're a wimp, but you've got spirit. I hope you decide to stick around." Fiona ended her critique of Sally's skill with a kiss on her lips, her hands exploring Sally's breasts briefly before she broke away and stood up, leaving the ring with Sally still laying in it with no strength to even stand up.

Despite her embarrassment, Sally decided to begin her training all over again. She wouldn't leave pro wrestling until Fiona had been ground under her heel.

Royal Effort (Part One)

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"Thanks for coming on such short notice, Vanilla."

"Its my pleasure, Sally Sweetie."

Sally had been preparing for an upcoming wrestling debut, intending to join the pro circuit. However, she intended to be as prepared as possible. Knowing she lacked pure power and only had slightly above average speed, Sally's forte would no doubt be her flexibility.

In short, her advantage would lie in submission holds. The more she knew, the better her odds of victory.

Sally had called in an old friend, Vanilla the Rabbit, to assist her in practicing her moves. Vanilla would endure a dozen different holds, including the finishing move Sally had been working on. Vanilla would be compensated for this, of course.

"Are you ready?" Sally asked, trying not to stare at Vanilla's toned and curvy body tightly gripped by her orange leotard.

"Whenever you are." was the rabbit's reply, who seemed to have no issue openly gazing over Sally's slender form contained within a form-fitting blue leotard with short black bike shorts underneath.

Sally took a breath to relax herself before promptly darting around Vanilla, wrenching her left arm behind her back. With a twist, Sally forced Vanilla's hand up between her shoulder blades. The pain shooting through her arm caused Vanilla to cry out in surprise and stand on her toes with her chest pushing outwards.

A hammerlock, a simple enough submission that can be applied from most positions, standing or otherwise. Sally tightened the hold, seeing Vanilla grasp her pained shoulder with her free hand. Kicking the rabbit's legs caused her to fall to her knees, a released grip giving Vanilla a momentary reprieve. However, Sally immediately moved her arm around the front of Vanilla's neck, pulling her head back under her tightening arm in a specific hold.

This was the dragon sleeper, which was very effective as it worked pretty well against downed targets. Tightening the hold, Sally pressed her knee into Vanilla's back, bending her victim across her leg for additional pain. As Sally held the suffering rabbit in this hold, she took a moment to notice the view presented to her. Vanilla's boobs jiggled within the tight confines of her leotard as she struggled to free herself, the view seeming to mesmerize Sally.

Sally's reverie was broken when she noticed Vanilla's struggles begin to tire out. The princess quickly released her friend, not realizing how long she had locked her in the hold. Vanilla flopped to the mat, panting heavily as groans rolled from her throat. Intending to continue the pressure, Sally sat on Vanilla's lower back, hooking the fallen bunny's arms up over Sally's legs as she gripped her chin, pulling up on her head.

The camel clutch was a pretty popular move due to how easy it was to use and how wildly effective it was. As Sally leaned back, Vanilla moaned loudly in agony. Her lower back was being tortured by this move, not to mention how sore her neck was getting and how her position wasn't helping her pained shoulder any.

Sally looked down at her friend, seeing her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hanging open as groans of pain continued to flow out. Sally quite enjoyed this position, and looking past Vanilla's suffering expression caused Sally to see right down Vanilla's suit. Pulling on the bunny girl's head a bit caused her boobs to bob and sway with the motion, the princess finding herself entranced once more.

She needed to practice her other holds, however. Sally released Vanilla and switched gears, scooping Vanilla's legs under her arms as she sat on Vanilla's lower back, pulling on the rabbit's legs in a painful boston crab. There was no way to escape this move, Sally was certain. Vanilla cried out in pain, her body continuing to be ravaged by Sally's onslaught. Leaning back, Sally continued to apply pressure to her rabbit friend.

However, she couldn't resist trying another move. With Vanilla in such pain, maybe she wouldn't notice Sally's ulterior motive. Sally released the hold and spun around to once again be facing Vanilla's upper body. However, she then stretched out, laying on top of the rabbit as her arms wrapped around her neck for a sleeper hold.

Vanilla offered little resistance to Sally's move, seemingly too tired and sore to even bother. Seeing her chance, Sally began to move her hips slightly. With Vanilla barely conscious or aware, Sally was taking this chance to rub her crotch against the bunny's rear, causing a blush to form across the princess' face. A certain high came about when dominating a woman in the ring, Sally found. It was just the rush she was looking for. And with her lineup of submissions, no one could resist her.

Sally continued to drag Vanilla through submission after submission until all twelve were used, breaking down the rabbit's body over the next hour and a half. The busty mobian laid flat on her back, panting heavily as sweat dripped from every part of her body. Sally straddled Vanilla's stomach and pressed Vanilla's wrists against the mat over her head, looking into the eyes of the hurting woman.

"Thanks for this, Vanilla. I needed the practice."

"No... Problem... Sally Sweetie..." Vanilla's response began to carry a sultry tone with it, "But I believe... It is time for... My payment..."

"You're right, you're right."

Sally stretched out on top of Vanilla, interlocking her fingers with the rabbit's as she planted a kiss on her lips. The two enjoyed a different kind of workout, unique submissions that neither would ever want to tap out from.

Reasons For Delays And Upcoming Stories

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Hey all, Furryona here. Well I have recently purchased a PlayStation 4 and am currently getting over the immediate hype that follows the purchase of a new game system. However I shall be posting more short stories very soon, so don't think the blog dead just yet.

Aside from the short stories, I'm wanting to do a longer-running series that would see regular updates. A current idea is an arena series that has the girls fight for their freedom, and another involves a love story between Amy and Blaze that is wrought with peril.

Aside from that, I already have Dead Or Alive 5: Last Round and Dragonball Z: XenoVerse on preorder. When they come in I'll be taking some snapshots and posting a gallery of sexy ryona content for the blog. See? The PS4 isn't simply a distraction. I was looking out for my viewers! Honest!

So until then, I hope you enjoy the blog and look forward to the new content that will be popping up this month.

[Cornered] A Plucked Rose

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A groan lazily poured from the mouth of a pink hedgehog as you pulled her large hammer from her grip. She had put up a fight, but was no match in the end. Grabbing the front of her red dress, you pulled Amy Rose up to her feet before releasing her, the groggy girl staggering about as she tried to regain her balance.

You watched as she lifted her hands, barely even making fists, still trying to fight despite her condition. Brushing her hands aside with ease, you fired a straight kick into her stomach, forcing her to fold with a harsh cough. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you lifted the mobian girl up, flipping her upright to have her sit on your shoulders while you maintained your grip on her dress.

Your eyes and nose were filled with the sight and scent of Amy’s pantied crotch as you held her, but the desire to inflict some more pain on the girl outweighed the enjoyment of her positioning. Pulling up on her dress, lifting her slightly in the process, you threw Amy down to the ground on her back, bouncing her body slightly before going limp.

Giving her a quick stomp to ensure she was awake, you grabbed her hair with both hands and dragged the beaten girl to her feet, sending a knee into her belly for her trouble. Amy had wanted to face you to prove her strength, but she was likely unaware of how thorough your victories were. Like Rouge before her, Amy would be your pet. You would make sure of it.

Your hand swung low, gripping her crotch tightly as your other hand squeezed Amy’s throat. Lifting the girl up over your head, you took a moment to let Amy see her distance from the ground, causing her to shake her head in terror. Lowering yourself to one knee, you released your pink prisoner, letting her freefall before you… Her belly landing directly across your leg.

Wind rushed from Amy’s lungs as she gasped for air, saliva dripping from her mouth as her body slackened over your knee. Pulling her dress up, you gripped Amy’s tail and began spanking her. Never ceasing, you asked Amy if she had had enough. Between gasps and whimpers, Amy finally surrendered herself, her plea for mercy finally being answered.

Firmly lifting her head by her hair while keeping your other hand resting on her rear, you told her to speak up, to clearly announce her submission to your demands. Tears ran down Amy’s soft cheeks as she listened to what was expected of her, and of the punishments that would follow were she disobedient in any way.

“I submit… I’m… I’m your pet…” Amy’s head turned slightly as she looked back at you with a pained expression, “Please don’t beat me anymore, master… I’ll be good…”

You release Amy, letting her collapse to the ground. She was a little tougher than Rouge was, surprisingly enough. But this was just the beginning. You took a moment to look over your new pet hedgehog. Watching Amy’s chest rise and fall with her struggling breaths, tears running down her flushed cheeks, seeing her body splayed out and helpless before you…

This is one plucked rose that you would keep for a very long time.