Ms Mousey paled when a tall muscular fox man stepped into the ring with her, a large smirk on his lips. Normally a fox wouldn't be a problem for her, she spent years training to deal with them, but this fox was known as Mark The Mouser and for a good reason.
He specialized in beating smaller fast opponent's like herself and no one had ever managed to last more than a minute against him.
"Fight!"
"Hi-mph!?" And it would seem that Mousey would be no different as Mark immediately got her into a pin the second the match started.
Shoving her to the ground, the fox ripped off her clothes with practiced ease while licking her face.
"Tasty little bitch, I'm gonna enjoy this." He said before...
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