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Vee stepped onto the vinyl mat wearing nothing but his signature red trunks and an expression that was all business. His self-seriousness amused Ren. He was the only digimon she knew who could dress like a stripper and yet carry himself with the dignity of a decorated general.

Ren looked him square in the eye and held his hard gaze - though not for very long. She let her eyes drop to the pillar-like thighs that had once crushed her into submission, and then to the masculine swell nestled between them.

"My face is up here," said Vee, a fissure of good-humor cracking his stony veneer.

"For now," said Ren. "It'll be down here soon enough." She pointing an index finger at her own athletic thighs, hinting at her plans for him.

Dust rose from the old mat as Ren padded backwards. It was cold and hard with age, like most everything in the derelict gymnasium. She spent a few minutes limbering up, as did Vee, then assumed her grappling stance.

Without warning, she lunged at her rival with a growl. A sudden rush of adrenaline clouded her mind, obscured her judgment. Still, she was crafty enough to fake a looping overhand right. And then, as Vee rose both arms to block the punch, she shot in low and hit a double-leg takedown.

A simple tackle would have driven him to the mat, but Ren wanted more than that. As her shoulder slammed into his waist, she bent her knees and squatted low; her arms lassoing around his legs, paws clasping together just beneath his butt. Then she bolted upright and hoisted him off the mat, bearing his weight on one muscular shoulder.

As it turned out, she should have hit a normal takedown. At the crest of her lift, just as she was about to jackknife and bodyslam her opponent, the thick thighs that had once crushed her suddenly clapped around her trunk, intent on forcing her to relive the past.

She staggered as Vee crossed his ankles and extended his legs and began squeezing her ribs, hard, maybe even harder than the first time. But she did not fall. Instead, she finished her bodyslam. Or, rather, she tried to, but ended up jackknifing too slowly and too weakly to deal any significant damage.

Rather than slam the back of Vee's head onto the mat, she merely placed it there, her power and momentum zapped by the quads constricting her trunk. She coughed and wilted to her knees and fell against Vee, who welcomed her with open arms and tightly shut legs. He eagerly embraced her - only not with the comforting hug of a lover, but the breath-stealing guillotine choke of a foe.

"Got you already," he said, his voice a husky growl. "You must like getting manhandled. Why else put yourself through this a second time."

"Fuck you!" Ren snapped.

"We'll get there, sweetheart. But first -"

Grunting, Vee rolled onto his side and flexed both arms like he meant to pop her head clean off her shoulders. Her face turned bright red, its left side hot against a ribbed plank of oblique muscles. She wouldn't last long under such immense pressure. But as tight as the chokehold was, it paled in comparison to the leggy bodylock, a vice grip so strong it seemed to flatten Ren's trunk like a beer can in a clenched fist.

She could feel her diaphragm trying and failing to contract, to draw in a much needed breath - and Vee must have felt it too, because his cock stiffened against her belly. Controlling her body greatly aroused him. Seeking to prolong that control, he broke his chokehold and maneuvered her into a side-bodyscissor - one thigh tucked beneath her back, the other creasing flesh and fur as it carved a trench in her belly.

Panic and exertion acted in tandem on her writhing frame, making her glisten all over with sweat. She tried to twist her waist and reach for his crossed ankles, hoping to unknot them, but he seized one of her arms and yanked her deeper into the maw of his crotch.

His cock pulsed against her bare flank. She moved to tap out on his thigh but resisted and palmed it instead. Her fingers curled reflexively, the nails creating slight depressions in his skin. She moaned as her bucks and thrashes slowed, slowed... and then stopped all together, her body going flaccid in his grasp.

All she could do now was lie still and take her punishment. Sensing her resignation, Vee moved to finish her. He rolled her face-up and draped his trunk atop hers, then traded the straight-legged bodyscissor for a figure-four.

"Submit," he growled at her.

His demand went unheeded. She didn't fight back, didn't move a single muscle. But she didn't tap out either; she couldn't bear the humiliation of it.

Vee repeated the order - "I said submit!" - and when again it went unheard, he snaked an arm behind Ren's head and stuffed her snout between his pecs. With the same motion, he seized his own instep and levered his heel toward his butt, a pleasure-sigh flitting off his tongue as both legs coiled tighter, tighter, tighter...

Ren's belly deflated between the flesh-and-blood pillars. Whatever remained of her breath hissed out through her gritted teeth, a steamy plume that gathered in the valley were one slab of pectoral muscle met the other. With a herculean effort, she managed to twist her face enough to dislodge it from the valley, so that now the pectoral slabs rested on her upturned cheek - but that was the most she could do. After that she was done. Spent.

Her paw slapped weakly against Vee's hip. He twitched excitedly in his trunks and then freed her and nudged her onto her side. She curled into a fetal position, coughing and clutching at her aching ribs.

Vee got back to his feet. "I tried to warn you, kid," he said. "Oh well. At least there was no audience this time."

Audience or not, Ren still felt mortified. And frustrated. And angry.

As Vee started to leave, she called out to him.

"One more round." She was down on one knee and still clutching her ribs, but her gaze had turned fierce and focused. "One more. I want a rematch."

"That was the rematch. You lost."

"I want another one."

Something in her voice compelled Vee to turn around and face her. "How badly?"

Ren hissed and showed her teeth.

"Beg me for it."

"Fuck you."

"Or that, if you prefer."

"Stop being an ass."

"I will if you beg me."

Ren rolled her eyes. "Ple... Please." She struggled with the word. It felt prickly and gross in her mouth, like a regurgitated pinecone.

"Please what?" said Vee.

"Please grant me the honor of a rematch." Her tone was all sarcasm.

"Heh. Good enough."

Vee offered to help her up, but she batted his hand aside and rose under her own power.

"That was rude," said Vee. "Looks like someone needs a lesson in manners."

Vee crouched into a wrestling stance. Ren matched it. Vee raised his hand to initiate a test-of-strength. Ren hesitated... and then accepted the challenge.

*******

"I... I submit..."

Vee broke the abdominal stretch and shoved Ren back to her knees. She pounded the mat with her fist. She demanded another rematch, and Vee obliged her without fuss. He was starting to enjoy himself.

They carried on like this for nearly an hour: Vee overpowering Ren and trapping her in submission hold after grueling submission hold, and Ren struggling and writhing before ultimately tapping out.

He put her through a gauntlet of holds.

A boston crab.

"I submit!"

A rear naked choke.

"I... sub... mit..."

A kneebar.

"Stop! I give! I submit!"

But still she battled on, determined to beat him at least once.

When the torture subsided a moment, Vee sat astride Ren's neck with both arms crossed about his chest. She squinted up at him, trying to find his face through the haze of fuzzy spots that distorted her vision.

"Please," she said. "Please stop. You win..."

"I can't stop yet," he said. "We haven't gotten to the best part."

No, not the very best part, not yet.

The beginnings of it came as Vee laced his fingers behind Ren's neck and wedged her face between the walls of his inner thighs. Sighing with pleasure, he nestled the underside of her jaw in the hollow of his groin. Her chin dug into his pelvis, and when he drew his thighs together, his throbbing cock pressed hard and hot against her cheek.

Once he had her nice and cozy between his thighs, he rolled to his back and kicked his legs straight, holding them elevated at an angle. He didn't squeeze too hard at first, just held her aloft, watching her grasp feebly at his thighs.

His abs flexed once the crushing got back into full swing. Ren's tongue lolled from a slack mouth, and her eyes started to roll back in her skull. Posting up on both arms, Vee raised his hips and used his quads to carry the trapped head and neck higher into the air.

He held her aloft and at his mercy for as long as he pleased, which turned out to be several minutes. And then, as Ren's arms went limp at her sides, he dropped back to the canvas. His hands revisited the nape of her neck, fingers twining again. He pulled on her skull, driving her chin even harder into his pelvis.

This was it, the end, and Ren welcomed it. With no fight left in her, she relaxed as best she could and let Vee's loveless embrace drag her under. She listened to him grunt, breathed in his maleness, felt him throb and pulse against her jaw. But in those final moments she couldn't see him, not really. Shadows were already encroaching on her vision, tip-toeing at the edges of sight.

When she woke sometime later, her neck sore, Vee was sitting on her chest.

"Let me guess," he droned. "You want another rematch."

"No," Ren panted. "I'm good for now. You got me."

"You're damn right I do."

He seized the back of her head once more, like he meant to wrestle her into yet another chokehold. And, in a sense, he did exactly that. He drew her into a deep, suffocating kiss.