A puffed, supple chest; a thin waist that sloped into curved thighs, a distinct lack of a cock. It was rather obvious, his captor was female. The little fox let out a slight sigh of relief, taking solace in the fact that his captor was not going to violate him. Which is exactly what he was thinking up until the point when he saw the look on her face. That sadistic grin, that evil glint in her eye, that aggressive arch in her brow, that was not a friendly look. That was not even a just-ran-into-someone-you-kind-of-know look. That was, without a doubt a I'm-going-to-mess-you-up grin.
"Well what do we have here? Another tasty little morsel wandering about alone and unaware." The vulpix really hoped she was speaking metaphorically.
"I may be little, but I'm not alone, and I'm not unaware." The fox shot back with a defiant glare. This girl was just the kind of upperclassman he had been training to take on. There was no way his pride would let him back down from the blaziken, not when he had been working so hard to get a chance to take her kind on.
"Oh how cute, you have bravado. I like that in a man, makes him all the move enjoyable when he finally breaks."
"You haven't won yet!"
"Listen sweetheart, if this was a fair fight, which it's not, I'd be able to drop you without so much as a thought. But this isn't a fair fight, I already have you by the tail."
As if to prove he was not about to go down without a fight, the little fox opened his mouth. The warm glow of an approaching fire illuminated the back of his throat, heralding the coming inferno. However that raging conflagration turned into a sputtering wisp as a swift and devastating knee to the gut robbed him of his breath. "And need I remind you I'm part fighting? So while your cute little flames won't hurt me my kicks," to emphasize her point the larger bird dropped her prey, allowing him to fall face first into her swiftly rising foot, "will hurt you plenty."
The vulpix's world faded in and out of existence as he staggered about. One moment the floor was there, another there was darkness. The beams that supported the bleacher seemed to stir, spinning in the air as they swirled in wild patterns. Even the blaziken seemed to grow and shrink at the whim of some unseen hand.
Smiling, the giant tiny blaziken knelt up to reach down at the staggering vulpix's face. It was clear she had won the battle, if one could even call it such, and the vulpix was her prize to take. Right now she wanted a...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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