Royal Effort (Part Two)

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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.

Starts With "L" Ends With "E"

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I look at myself in the mirror. A beautiful red kimono is wrapped around my body adorned with floral designs. It is breathtaking to behold... I am breathtaking. I lift my hand to touch the extravagant hairpin that matches the kimono, wondering why she would go to such lengths. Its unfair how well she treats me. Reaching to undo the kimono, I decide that I will only wear it for her--

The sound of a door closing catches my attention. This will be the first she has seen me wearing this, having left it for me as a present before leaving to run her usual errands. I turn to face her, holding back thankful tears and wearing the gentlest smile I could muster. She deserves nothing but praise.

A purple cat mobian enters the room, a red gem on her forehead above her topaz eyes, dressed far more casually than I with a purple sleeveless shirt that somewhat exposes black bra straps, white jeans, and red shoes. It is Blaze, the woman I live with... The woman I lov--

"Amy? Pffft, ha ha ha!"

Loathe. The woman I loathe.

"Shut up, you damn feline!"

...Okay, so I'm not exactly the most ladylike girl out there considering Blaze and I bicker all the time and I've only tried smashing her with my hammer once every other day, but only because she deserves it! This is the same woman who swats my butt every time I bend over, spars with me on a daily basis, and makes me share a bed with her despite how she sleeps nude and spoons in her sleep! And then she snores!

"But you? In a kimono? That's rich!"

My hammer appears in my hands as I clutch the handle. That's it, I'm smashing this pussy. I try to run at her, though the kimono is rather restrictive. I don't wear these kinds of clothes often, in fact the only dress I typically wear is short and flows openly... So I end up tripping over my own feet and falling forward. Damnit, I don't need her insulting me even more!

...Wait, I didn't hit the floor? I open my eyes, seeing that Blaze is holding me in her arms. I can feel her breath on my neck, and I can't stop my own blush. The grip on my hammer eases as Blaze hugs me tightly.

"You look good, Amy. No matter how much of a tomboy you become, never forget how pretty you are, okay? Inside and out."

Blaze's words flowed gently into my ear, seeming to caress my mind as they settled within me. She wasn't that bad, I suppose. She did have her charms to her at times, and sometimes she showed her more refined side. Despite her odd and sometimes perverted ways, she did treat me well at times. I guess deep down, I really do lov--

"Ah! Aaah!"

Loathe her.

I hear Blaze giggle as I squeak out in surprise. Both of her hands had reached my butt, pinching both cheeks before tightly squeezing them in her palms. She is choosing now to grope me? She chooses a heartwarming moment to indulge in this? This is why I can't stand her!

"Get off-a me, you... You...!"

"Aww, but I can't help it! I wasn't expecting you to dress up for me. How about a little geisha dance?"

"I didn't dress up for you! Besides, didn't you buy it for me?"

"What? Of course not! An old friend gave it to me, but I don't wear those things. I was gonna toss it in my closet and be done with it."

Blaze starts laughing as the realization settles in. My face glows a bright red as I pull myself from her arms and glare at her. I want to yell at her, I want to hit her. And I know she wants me to try. For as long as we've lived together, she has always been the stronger. But not for long. Soon I'm gonna beat her, and then I'll be the one dragging her unconscious body to bed and then she'll be the one waking up to me undressing her and--

Oh no. I'm starting to turn into her. As if she was reading my thought process, Blaze bursts into more laughter. She is practically in tears at this point. All I can do is storm into another room and lock the door. I lay out my red dress and proceed to remove the kimono... Slowly. It really is beautiful, and I don't want to harm such delicate and elegant clothes.

Back in my usual attire, and after taking the hairpin out, I march back out to face Blaze. Win or lose, I'm going to teach that feline a lesson in humility, or go down trying! I refuse to roll over and take her crap!

...And sometimes I wonder if she would have it no other way.

Bad, Bad Bat

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How long had this been going on?

"Uff!"

No way to tell.

"Ugh!"

She had lost count of how many hits her body had taken.

"Ooh! Ogh!"

A bag was over her head, her arms tied over her head and legs latched to a spreader bar.

"Oough..."

A fist burrowed into her lower gut and stayed there, twisting slightly as it forced the air from Rouge's lungs. The sound of leather and spandex grinding filled the room as the bat girl lacked any voice to groan with. Finally, Rouge was released from the attack, her body gently swaying back to its neutral position.

"Urgh!"

That felt like a knee strike. Rouge had always been in control, always taking care to never make a mistake. But here she was. Her toned belly no longer resisted the penetrating strikes, her earlier facade of superiority having faded long ago. There was the sound of slow footsteps, and a hand placed on her sore stomach.

Smack!

Rouge bit her lip as her butt jiggled in her spandex.

Smack! "Ah!"

A spanking? She had been reduced--

Smack! "Mmh!"

--to this? Why? What good would it do to give her a few swats? She was a master thief and a powerful fighter. To just be spanked was just--

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The hand left her belly, sliding tenderly around to the back of her body. The other hand soon joined as they rested on Rouge's hips. She felt the wet sensation of a tongue moving up her exposed back. It gave her the creeps, but nothing could be done about it. With such a sexy body, everyone wanted to harass her, molest her, and if given the chance they would probably--

"AAAH!"

A knee had been lifted into her crotch from behind. Hard. The hands holding her kept her still as kisses were trailed between her shoulder blades.

"GAAAAH!"

Another low blow. The hands caressed her body as they slid to her large breasts, gripping them tightly. The bag on Rouge's head grew and shrank rapidly as her breathing became heavier.

"OOOGH!"

Yet another, but the groping didn't stop. Rouge was finally released, her panting moans filling the room. The foot steps moved in front of her and began to get a little distance. However, only a moment passed before a boot dug into her body.

"Ooough..."

Rouge's head hung limp as the boot dug into her, raising up under her rib cage before retracting. A certain moistness began to take hold between Rouge's legs as the bag was finally removed.

"Was that good for you, babe?" inquired a brown squirrel mobian as Rouge's eyes adjusted to the light. It was Sally Acorn, who was now sliding two fingers between the captive bat's legs.

"Haa... Haa... So good..." came the hungry reply from Rouge, drool dripping from her mouth as she spoke between heavy pants.

"It must have been, you're all wet down here. But, time is up. You only paid for four hours." Sally spoke as she reached up to undo Rouge's bindings.

"Two thousand!" Rouge's sudden outburst caused Sally to pause.

"You want more?"

"I need more... Two thousand..."

Sally smirked at the thought. The price for Rouge to live out her favorite fantasy had just been doubled, and all Sally had to do was continue what she was doing. She tightened her leather gloves before slipping the bag back over Rouge's head. Sally pulled out a tazer and moved it towards Rouge's moistened crotch.

"Alright, you naughty bat. Warm up's over."