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"Is it starting?! Is it starting?!"

Nick Wilde rolled his eyes as Judy scrambled into the room, stumbling over her rather considerably sized feet, and sending popcorn scattering around the small forest-district apartment they shared. She recovered herself with what would be called by a wrestling announcer "An innovative variation on grace" and turned with her own momentum, falling bodily towards and into a heavy chair.

"Oooh, sorry, Hopps, ya just missed it, match is already over."

"IT IS?!"

Her ears drooped and her face fell, and the con fox chuckled at her, "Nah, bell time is 8:30. We got a couple minutes."

He grabbed the remote next to his easy chair and flicked on the television. Already standing in the ring was the beautiful "Rayo de Sabana," a black-and-white striped equine female, wearing a bright pink mask. On his way to the ring was her opponent, a proud-looking wolf in a black mask, "El Sombra del Bosque." The muscular male stepped into the ring, and the announcer raised the microphone to his lips, to make the official introductions-

And the room was plunged into pitch blackness. It lasted only a second before the building's generators powered up, and the deep blue light of the television returned. Unfortunately, that was what it was, a deep blue light. Nobody on it. The connection was gone.

Nick sighed, "Dang... Looks like the cable's out."

Judy nodded, "Yeah," she then gave him a mysterious grin, "Not that it matters, we all know who would have won."

"Yeah," Nick agreed, "Sombra."

"Nope. Sabana would have."

"Oh yeah?" He asked, "Why?"

"Because," she answered as if it were simple and obvious, "Sabana's prey, he's a predator, and it's a Lucha match. Stands to reason."

"Don't you think it would stand to reason," Nick countered, "That the one who was supposed to be evolved to pin down prey would be the one who could, you know, pin down prey?"

"Nah," Judy popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth, "You guys evolved, like, teeth and claws and stuff. Can't use 'em in Lucha. Meanwhile, weWe, meanwhile, get to use all our best parts. Even grounds to fight on, we win. Q.E.D."

"Wanna bet~?"

"You wanna bet on the outcome of a match we're not watching?" Judy asked, "I know you're a con man, but that's an easy con even for you."

"Nope," Nick answered, "I wanna do a little experiment. I got some Lucha masks around the apartment, and there's a nice little wrestling ring down in the basement. So what do you say we go down, and make our own match, huh?"

"You know what?" Judy answered, "You're on. I'm gonna knock you right out~"

"You don't have a chance~" Nick teased and smiled a bit watching the bunny's cute fluffy tail as she headed to the closet to grab the masks.

The basement of the apartment building was basically just a large empty area, one that had been intended as a garage before a change in building code meant the roof was too low. It had been turned into a sort of improvised exercise gym for the building's residents. Bright fluorescent lights struggled to illuminate the wide-open spaces, with one particular old bulb swaying above an empty wrestling ring. While Judy grabbed masks and tights for them to wear, Nick had made his way down the stairwell with a black tripod and an old camcorder.

He was just setting the camera up when he heard the doors of the elevator open.

"NICK!" Judy's voice gasped, "What are you doing?!"

"What?" He smiled back at her, "We can't do a serious scientific experiment like this one without documenting our results, can we~?"

"Yeah, but what if somebody sees-"

"Sees what?" He interrupted, "You think you're gonna win, riiiiiiiight~?"

She seemed to scramble for an answer for a moment, before shrugging, "It's your career, if you want people to see what happens, that's on you."

She stepped out of the elevator, and the light fell on her outfit for the first time. She wore a deep, shimmering blue costume, with white lines along with it that rippled like waves. Long tights highlighted the curve of her cute round ass, seemingly stretched a little bit too tight, with her cute little tail positively popping out of the shimmering blue tights. Nick hadn't always had a woman around to test sizes on when he bought replicas, of course, which meant that Judy's breasts were being compressed right up to her chest and mushrooming out to the sides of the too-tight sports bra.

"Behold!" She proclaimed, "I am, a... La... Um, La Bunny... Um, La Rabbita Oceana!"

"Actually," Nick responded, "You're Dama Serpiente. But we can go with that. Would probably be La Conejita Oceana though. What did you get me?"

She threw him a black mask and tights, "Looked like the one that the wolf in the match had, and I wanted to see him get unmasked, so you're the next best thing."

"Oooh, Lucha de Apuesta, hmm~?" He grinned, "Alright, I'll pull that mask off you when I win too if you're so eager for it," he picked up the mask and tights, "Hmmm... Oooh! Mago Oscuro!"

"Aww... Not the wolf guy?"

"Nah," Nick smiled, "But it's even better. He's a five-time EZLL champion. That should take some of the sting off of your defeat." He dropped his pants, and the bunny blushed. He looked up at her, "Jude, if you think you're not gonna see this again tonight, you've never wrestled with me before. Trust me, the only reason you wouldn't see it is 'cause it's stuck down your throat."

The bunny girl jumped for a second and let out a cute little squeak before recomposing herself while Nick pulled on the mask.

"Yeah, well," she shrugged, "You might not be seeing it 'cause I'm riding it and slapping you around. You ready to get pinned?"

"Nope," Nick answered, and rolled into the ring, waving to the camera he'd set up, and checking the red light to make sure it was recording, "But fortunately," he continued, "I'm not going to be~"

"We'll see about that," Judy answered, and hopped easily up onto the apron, then slipped into the ring herself, "So, how do we start~"

"Come over here and lock up~" Nick answered.

Judy stepped forward, holding her hands up, offering a traditional test of strength. Nick smiled, holding his hands as well, implying he was going to accept... But she probably should have known better than to trust a con fox. As soon as he was in range, he stepped up and slipped around behind her, wrapping his arms under her armpits, snaking his foot around hers, and shoving forward. The sneak attack worked, and the grey bun was sent tumbling down to the ground underneath her attacker. She landed with a soft thud, and he snuck his arms up and around hers, and then locked his fingers in on the back of her neck, holding her down with his weight and forcing her neck down even farther with his muscles. He felt her try to buck and twist like... Well, like trapped prey, but he wasn't letting her. She was immobile beneath him, and he was simply cranking on the pressure of his hold, stretching neck and shoulder muscles, and holding his opponent completely imprisoned by his bodyweight.

There was something incredibly primal, powerful, and quite frankly pleasing about holding trapped prey beneath you, locking them tightly in your arms and feeling their muscles writhe and twist in a desperate attempt to escape. It was, for lack of a better word, exciting.

An excitement that Judy would be able to feel. There were some things a skilled liar like himself can hide. Fear, for example, or shame, and all sorts of malice. As a male, though, there were simply some things he was biologically incapable of hiding.

"Nick!" Judy complained, "You're-Ahhhh~!"

He interrupted her objection with a long, slow drag of his tongue along her neck.

"I'm what~?" He asked, rubbing along her body with his, "I'm enjoying holding a cute little bunny girl helpless beneath me~? Now, why would a big strong predator like me enjoy something like that... Hmmmmmmm~?" He dragged out that last syllable as he slowly dragged his shaft along the curve of her ass as well.

"Nick!!!" She grunted, her muscles flexing and twisting as she tried to get out of his hold, writhing against his bulge. The smooth, stretchy fabric felt like a perfect handjob on his cock, and he ground down harder, rolling his bulge slowly along her as he tightened his grip on the hold once more. He felt her twisting under him, body grinding on his, and locked her in tighter.

His muscles tensed and so, though unwillingly, did hers as he locked her tighter into the muscle-stretching hold. He pumped his hips harder against her ass, using her as a living body pillow and enjoying every second of the cute little bunny struggling against his power.

He enjoyed it so much, in fact, that he almost missed out on noticing her escape attempt until it was too late. Unfortunately for her though, almost didn't count here. She was able to reposition her arms enough above her head that his grip started to slip, and she quickly thrust back, trying to pull her way out from under the excited orange fox's body. The sudden rush of her back, pressing against his own protected cock, would have almost made it worth it if she had escaped, but he had just enough presence of mind to snap his legs closed at the last second, knees and thighs around her head, and calves pressing in tight against her chin, pulling her up.

"GAK!" Judy choked out, and he felt her paw reach up to try to grab at his thigh. She tried to scramble and pull it from her throat, but he tensed his lower legs and felt the muscles bulge out against her neck. He had her trapped, at least for now, but he was going to have to find a way to keep her in the iron prison of his legs. He pressed one hand to the ground, and tried to twist over, rolling flat on his back, and looking down along his body at the squirming little bunny girl below.

She was still scrambling helplessly at his legs like she was trying to lift boulders, and that certainly was what his calf muscles must have felt like, cutting into her throat with cords of thick and powerful muscle. The bits of 'Dama Serpiente's face which he could see through the mask were beginning to deepen in color, as his lower legs squeezed her throat, and drool began to fall from her lips.

"Aww, having some trouble getting out~?" He teased her, pulling her head tighter against him, and in doing so pulling the back of her head closer to his stiff cock. She tried to answer, but had no air to answer with, and just kept trying to pull him off her throat as if enough scratches and pulls at his legs would suddenly make her increasingly weak pulls effective. He sat up to better look at her, cradling her head between his thighs and pulsing on her throat with his calves. She looked so cute and helpless, trapped and pulling on his legs with a force which was rapidly decreasing, making her look more like she was worshipping his calf muscles than trying to free herself from them.

"Hmmm, you know what~?" He teased, "Maybe the problem is that you're trying with something too hard." His arms snapped out and he seized her wrist, pulling it up to his lips, and slowly, tauntingly dragging his tongue along it.

"Here," he offered, "Try starting with something a little bit softer."

He forced her hand back down to her breasts, pressing in against the soft, lovely flesh. He could tell from her tensed muscles she wanted to tell him to fuck off, to throw him off, but she had no chance, and he just rolled her hand along her body.

"There ya go, girly," he laughed, "Say hi to the audience~" He lifted her hand and mockingly waved it to the camera, adding "Hello audience" in a slightly squeaking falsetto. After that, he brought her hand down and pressed it flat against her breasts himself. Her already flushed near-purple face turned an even deeper burgundy as he made the cute little lapine grope herself, showing off his total control of her body. At this moment, at the very least, he was definitely the better fighter, and he was using that leverage not just to take control of the match and of his opponent, but to show the world (or at least anyone who watched that video in the future) just how helpless she was.

It was a feeling that was easy to get into. In fact, that might have been the problem, he was so busy showboating and letting their imaginary audience see how helpless his opponent was, he forgot the part where he was still in the ring with a trained grappler. He felt her other hand press to his knee, and while he tried to simply think of it as a bit of loving worship, she was actually preparing to escape. She leaned her head back, making him almost purr like a kitten from the sensation of her pressed to his bulge, and then tensed her arm and slipped out of his grasp like soap out of a soaked hand. The sudden loss of a grip on the bunny's head made Nick fall backward, knocking his own head against the hard canvas mat. It stunned him, perhaps not much, but enough that it allowed Judy the chance to reach out and grab his ankle, dropping on her back and pulling his foot against her chest. More accurately, with his greater height, she pulled it against her face, but it was hardly the sort of thing that he could be bothered to worry about the specifics on, not when he felt her lower legs wrapping around his thigh, squeezing down on the muscle, and felt her starting to bend forward, clearly trying to extend his ankle and knee just that little bit farther than they were biologically designed to go. If he let her get too much of a hold on this, he would be in real trouble.

He tried to lash out with his other foot, twist and shove it against her cheek, but he had no luck there. The attempted kick merely pressed against her like a light putt in golf, one not even particularly far from the green. He grunted, trying to tense his leg muscles, keep the knee a little bent so he could stop her from hyperextending it with the power of her abdominal muscles.

In doing that, he felt a slight damp spot against his thigh, and it let him see that he wasn't the only one who had been enjoying the battle so far. Very well, if he couldn't fight her off with traditional methods and muscle power, he'd just have to find another way. He leaned back, rubbing his leg against her damp bunnycunny. She grunted at that, and he smiled, sliding down and slowly rolling his hips and pushing his leg up and down against her slick, increasingly soaked pussy. Her arms tightened around his leg, and he leaned and pushed down a little bit more until his broad foot with its leathery pads pressed into her face. Her saliva slicked up his foot, and he chuckled, teasing and shaking it in her face.

"Aghhhh, Nick~!" She moaned, sounding about ready to just jump him and get to doing what bunnies did best.

He laughed and patted at her face with his paw, "What's wrong, Jude, having some trouble~?" He teased, grinding his thigh over her lower lips and the ball of his foot over her upper ones.

"N-no, I'm... Ahhh, h-hey, wait!" Jude realized what he was up to and rolled away, and Nick pulled back himself, rolling onto his front to try to escape from her.

It was never a good idea to give your back to your opponent, and it had been a rookie mistake on his part to do it. It wasn't, however, a mistake that could easily be unmade, as just as he tried to rise up to his feet, he felt the weight of her body slam into his back and her arms suddenly wrap around his neck, pulling his head to her chest. He felt himself pressed back against the stretched-too-tight lycra, buried in the fluffy chest of the beautiful bun. It was an easy place to enjoy being. Unfortunately, it wasn't one that he, or anyone else who wanted to have a chance of beating her in a match, could afford to enjoy for very long. Even as his back bent forward and he fell further and heavier on his knee, he felt her pull him up against her chest, and simply and powerfully squeeze shut his airway. He tried to stumble up to his feet once more, but it certainly wasn't easy, with the bun holding on the whole time, her arms compressing his throat, crushing in on him, keeping even a hint of breath from escaping his lungs or being drawn back. He was sure his face was beginning to turn as purple as hers had under the not-so-tender attentions of his legs.

He grabbed the rope, still plenty tense despite, or perhaps even because of, years of disuse as an active combat arena, and used that extra leverage to bring himself to his feet, leaving her rather considerably sized footpaws dangling beneath him. It would have been nice to just enjoy that position, but unfortunately, her might and grasp would not allow it.

He stumbled backward, trying to make sure he could find his balance, and then stopped and stepped forward, before grabbing her arm and pitching forward with all the might he could muster. She sailed up and over his shoulder, over the front, and landed in the center of the ring with a thud that echoed around the originally intended parking structure. It was clear looking at her downed that she was not exactly likely to hop right back up onto her feet immediately, so he kneeled beside her, and grabbed her top, trying to yank it up and strip the squirming lapine. It was not exactly the easiest thing to do, considering how her breasts were already too large, and the top got caught on them, but with some heavy work on it, the too-tight bra popped off, and her breasts spilled out.

"H-Hey, Nick, I-AHH!" He interrupted her objections with a heavy stomp to her stomach and held his foot down on her, grinding it in to keep her lungs about as air-free as his had so recently been. Then he reached down for the waistband of her tights, and pulled back, using his foot on her stomach to allow him to execute the maneuver one-handed, a particularly enjoyable maneuver which involved pulling so her legs were stuck straight up in the air, leaving her almost at a right angle, flat on her back with legs in the air, until with one final yank he managed to pull those free as well. Her feet fell back to the mat with a thud, and she lay splayed out on her back, helpless beneath him. He smiled confidently at her, holding the stripped off tights, using her belly as a pedestal and pressing down on it.

"Look what I got here~" He teased, and Judy squirmed beneath him.

"C-come on, Nick, I... AHAHHHH~!" She groaned as he interrupted her a second time, by grinding the foot in harder, twisting it around, and spinning her tights at the end of his finger, smirking at the camera.

"Alright, people, I know you were all waiting for this," he grinned, "You wanna see what this bunny looks like under her mask, huh~?" He teased, "Well, here she... GAH!"

Judy didn't let him finish his showboating, and once again his love of performing for the camera let his opponent turn the tables. She reached out and grabbed his foot, and he fell, practically flopped, back down and onto his back once more. She was on him like lightning, hopping quickly to her feet, and driving her foot into his side. Mid-match or not, bunnies had very strong legs, and the orange con-fox grunted as the kick sent him practically spinning along the mat, ending up helpless and on his hands and knees, close enough to the ropes that, no doubt to as was her intent, the camera would be able to pick up every bead of sweat and twist of his brow in frustration when she got to him.

She got to him quickly, too, or at least got on him, jumping at the vulpine male and grabbing his tights, standing just a little bit to his side so that the camera would be able to see her beautiful body from the front as well, as she reached down for his tights and started to pull. He reached down to try to protect himself, grabbing onto the waistband, but he was still a bit stunned from being knocked to his back for the second time in the match, and she won the little struggle, yanking the pants completely free from his body, and throwing them to the side, looking down at him with a confident and even somewhat wicked smile.

"Nice of you to show up for the audience," she laughed, "I think it's only fair if both competitors are dressed the same, even if there's a... SMALL delay before we can get to that point." She emphasized the word with a wicked smile. He may have had nothing to be ashamed of in the famed canine red rocket department, but it was a way to get in any guy's head and make his face blush as red as his shaft.

The comment frustrated him, and he growled at that, stuck on his hands and knees. He felt her grab onto the scruff of his neck, lifting him up and twisting enough to present him to the camera, make sure it got a good look at the sweat on his brow and the frustration on his face. He knew how it would look. He wouldn't stand for it. As she flexed her other arm, he reached up, slammed his hands on her ass, and shoved her forward, sending the cute bunny stumbling up against the ropes, leaning between the top and middle in her exhaustion, cute little ass bent over, and now with an obviously dripping pussy below it. He gave what may have at one point been a predator's hungry grin as he pounced, trying to take her back and wrap his arms around her neck to yank her into the same sort of crushingly tight sleeper hold that she had just held him in.

She may have been a bit exhausted by his bullying throughout the match, but she did still have trained combat instincts, and her arms shot up, grabbing his wrists and fighting to keep him from locking the wicked hold in. He gritted his teeth and tried to just push through, but there was little hope for that. His biceps bulged out, forearms tensed, but the two combatants, despite the slight size difference, were perfectly matched in this contest of power.

"C-come on, Jude... D-don't you want... To... Take... A nap?" He asked, feeling a little drool escape from his lip top join the stinging sweat.

"Y-yeah..." She answered, "U-using your knocked out... Ass... As a pillow!" She answered, fighting his arms off with every inch of her cute little body.

Despite putting every muscle of their bodies into trying to make progress, the pair of grapplers were stuck standing as still as statues. It was a perfect stalemate, one that would have them in the future wondering if perhaps there was some video freeze while they strained. There were a few involuntary flexes or low groans. A blink here, a stiffening of a leg there, a slight wrinkling of a pink button nose or twitch of a long bushy tail, for almost three solid minutes, those tiny involuntary movements were the only things that would let an outside observer know that the pair of grapplers were not trapped in some form of time warp. Every ounce of willpower and muscle was put into the contest, but neither of the two competitors was able to make even the slightest hint of progress.

That was until one of those involuntary muscle-twitches let Judy's fluffy cotton tail twitch just a bit over the protruding shaft of the fox. For the tiniest fraction of a second, his cock flexed, his muscles slacked a little, and he gave a tiny aroused gasp. It was a little crack in the iron wall of their stalemate, and it soon became a flood. In a flash that seemed like she was trying to engage in three minutes of backed-up fighting in three-tenths of a second, she was behind him, and her arms were around his waist, pulling close. If she was bigger and stronger, it would be a crushing bearhug, and even as it is, it was a powerful and controlling squeeze that let him know he wasn't going anywhere she didn't want him to.

Right now, where she wanted him was the center of the ring, and as much with the force of her legs as anything else, he found himself dragged a few steps from the ropes, just far enough that he wouldn't be able to grab them for leverage or an escape, and then felt her foot reach around and under his, and in another sudden and powerful motion, she pushed forward, pulled her own leg back, and sent him tumbling down to his face, throwing his hands out in front of him to catch himself.

That instinctive reaction born from a lack of training left him out of position for what came next. He was normally sturdy, well capable of avoiding being tripped, but he had forgotten just how strong her legs could be, something he got a second reminder of when her bulging thigh muscles wrapped around his midsection and she started to squeeze, pulsing in on his sides, like he was a stubborn tube of toothpaste and she was trying to get the last bit out.

"AAAGHHHH~!" He gasped, and the crush and cry meant he ended up coughing up some backed up saliva like a sudden cumshot from an overwhelmed virgin. He coughed lightly as Judy mounted his back and crushed her gorgeous thighs around him. He could see just a little of what was happening in the camera's viewscreen, twisted around to let him watch the match, and he saw her flexing like a victorious wrestler around his back.

"Aghhh, oh fuck! Gah, stop posing, you haven't won yet!" It was hard to get the words out, and it took all that he had and left him gasping like a fish to try to get air back into him after he said it.

He saw her lean down, but the resolution on the tiny screen was too small to let him see what she was doing until he felt the slap at the back of his head.

"Uh, no, Nick, I'm a bunny, and I got a guy between my legs. I've won. You can't last when a guy's between bunny thighs~"

The comment was as dripping with innuendo as her snatch was with feminine juices, and he opened his mouth to answer but-

"OHHHAAAAGHHHH!!!" He cried out again as her muscles seemed to bulge to twice the size and squeeze in on his midsection like boulders. He bucked and shook, trying to force her off of him, but he was trapped between those thighs, and now she was humping her back like she was trying to get off on the soft fur. To tell the truth, with how much slick liquid was soaking into his coat back there, it wouldn't have shocked him to learn she already had. He rarely felt so completely out of control.

He was in a position of helplessness he knew all too well, and his body wasn't going to let him fight out, but he was still getting enough oxygen to keep his brain working, and his brain was his most powerful tool. All he would need to do was find the right trick...

"GAHHHHHHH!!!" He cried out, voice dripping with pure agony. "OH FUCK THAT HURTS!" He screamed a plan in place but the ruse more than a little assisted by the fact that a bunny bodyscissors was, in fact, the most painful thing he had ever been put through. "Oh fuck! My abs, my ribs, my sides, my arm!"

"Your... Arm?" Judy asked, and Nick nodded quickly, "Y-yes, oh fuck, my arm!"

Judy chuckled, and released the bodyscissors, letting Nick flop to the ground and at least breathe for the first time in what felt like it had been hours as she scrambled up his back, placed her knees on his shoulders, and chuckled, "That wasn't an attack to the arm..." She teased, "Not sure why that would be in so much pain." She gripped the wrist, "Here," she teased, "Why don't you show me where it hurts!"

With that, she pitched back, and Nick screamed in agony. He had her right where he wanted her, it was true, but that didn't mean that having a trained martial artist using every inch of her body to try to lean back and dislocate your shoulder or elbow was somehow NOT painful.

"OH FUCK! FUCK! JUDY! JUDYYYYY!" He cried out, slamming his free arm and legs on the mat in a genuine attempt to create a new pain to distract him from the old one. "Fuck, Judy, Judy! P-Please!"

"Please whaaaat~?" She teased, "Got something you wanna say or ask~?"

"YES!" He nodded, "Oh fuck yes!"

"What is it? Is it how many times you have to kiss my feet before I accept an apology? 'Cause it's fifteen."

"N-no, not that..." He shuddered.

"What?"

He looked up at her with a mischievous smile so broad it was viewable even in the viewfinder screen, "Isn't it supposed to be BUNNIES who invented briar patching?"

"Briar... What?" She asked.

He planted his feet and free arm and gave one big buck, suddenly dislodging the bunny girl and sending her tumbling. He rolled away from her, not the best way to continue an attack, but he needed a second anyway. Unfortunately for him, it meant that by the time he had gotten to one knee, she was already on her feet and turned to face him.

"Nick, what are you talking abo-GAH!"

He raised himself up a bit like a runner and shot towards her. She flailed to try to react and counter him, but he wasn't planning on tackling her. As he got close, he dropped to his (genuinely agonized) shoulder, rolled, and popped up behind her, then pulled her in close, wrapping his arm around her neck, and pulling her up close to his chest, finally able to lock in a perfect sleeper hold. He felt her arms try to pull on his, but he wasn't going to give her the chance.

"Come on, Judy, you know what I mean," he teased, pulling her close. For all her showboating, she was as worn down as he was, perhaps even more so, and it was clear in her eyes as she looked up at him, desperately pawing at his forearm and trying to free her throat from his grasp. He pulled tighter and watched her cough up a bit of drool, her knees starting to shake as she swiftly began to fade in his chokehold. "Briar patching. When you ask someone not to do something, 'cause you know it'd benefit you if they did. Like when you ask not to be thrown into the briar patch because that's the only way you could escape... Or maybe ask someone not to attack your arm 'cause you can't take the bodyscissors.

She clearly tried to say something, but it just meant coughing up a bit more drool, and then slowly raising a middle digit. He chuckled at her and felt her legs give way from the choke, sending them both falling to their knees, and he pushed forward to take her to the ground. The view he had in the viewfinder was beautiful, a true work of art, as he watched the purple slowly spread across Judy's face, and drool and tears slick down the fur on her face, those few bits visible under her mask. Her ears drooped, her hips dropped leaving her pussy open like the drooling mouth of a KO'd boxer, her ears and muscles went lax...

Only to suddenly tighten again when he pumped forward and thrust his shaft deep into her pussy. It was marked some sort of last-ditch, desperate reaction to try to fight him off. Unfortunately for her, all it did was make him want to fuck her more, made her pussy that much more appetizing of a target for his cock. He ground himself in, pushing with all his might against the cute bunny cunny. He continued to hump her as he watched and felt her slowly fade once more, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling from her mouth, muscles losing tension and going loose like wet noodles while the fox behind her completely controlled her on his cock.

She may have been wrong about who would win their battle, but she had been right about one thing. Guys did NOT last long between bunny thighs, no matter why they had found themselves between them. He had been laid a few times before, but fuck, no wonder bunnies were famous for breeding, if this is what it felt to take a hot bunny girl. He'd been planning on letting her enjoy a long video of him taking her in every possible position when she woke up, but right now he was fortunate there was no ref doing the hand raise/fall to count her out because his manager would be throwing in a towel well before that was over, and for a reason that had nothing to do with his ability to finish the match. In fact, 'finishing' would be exactly the problem.

He gave two more pumps before arching his back and cumming, blowing his load in her pussy and feeling her shake and her juices gush out at the same time, cumming at the very last possible second of consciousness.

He groaned, and pulled out, letting her flop fully to the ground, as limp as his cock after draining what felt like ten weeks of built-up arousal into her pussy. He was just glad that bunnies and foxes couldn't breathe because this would be one hell of a weird way to get knocked up.

His legs were shaky as much from the afterglow as they were from the events of the match, and his cum dripped down his thighs. He placed his foot on her back, and grinned at the camera, then reconsidered for a second or two, and gave a light kick to the side, rolling the limp little bunny girl onto her back, watching her cute chest rise and fall. He raised his foot, and pressed it against her stomach, feeling her abs soften under the pressure, and hearing a light 'Ahhh' sound start as his weight stopped her from taking the full breaths, and as a result, made her sound with each attempt to breathe like she was moaning from teasing attention. He just hoped that the camera that they had chosen had a good enough microphone to pick up her adorable helpless gasps. He pushed his foot down just that little bit harder, and like an oversized squeaky toy, the cute bunny girl groaned just that little bit higher and louder as a result of the pressure. He slowly licked his lips and dragged his foot down, teasing the toe around her lower lips, before finishing at her foot, showing his complete dominance as he started a show of posing at the foot, and making his way up her body.

He started at the thigh, pushing down on those bulging, overwhelming leg muscles that had nearly crushed him right out of the fight. Even now, posing on that felt like standing on top of a rock, even when loose it was impossible for that much muscle not to be hard, and yet it was muscle that was completely under his control and, rather literally, underfoot.

He moved up from there to press between her legs, this time stopping to push down on her pussy. If there had been any doubt as to whether or not she was still feeling what was going on with her body, it was dispelled when the brush over the lower lips drew forth a long and aroused moan, this one undoubtedly loud enough that even a dollar store camera's microphones would have picked it up.

He traced over her abs, mostly bypassing them since he'd already hit them, but leaning in just a little to force out another one of those cute groans. Then he moved up to the chest and pushed down on her lovely breasts.

Every bit of her before now had been hard, to one degree or another. Sure her pussy was velvety soft on the inside, but from the outside, it was very close to the pelvic bones. She worked out, she had to, she was a police officer, and so her soft stomach had been protected by a layer of sturdy abdominal muscles. Her breasts, though, gave way easily under his weight, giving in and mushrooming out like they had from her too-tight top. He pulled his foot back and caught her nipple between his toes, earning another squeak before he moved up, and pushed his foot on her face.

The face was hard, of course, not the easiest place to balance, but then again, comfort was not the reason one would choose that particular footrest. As he pressed his foot on her cheek, her head flopped to the side, her glazed eyes staring into the camera. He licked his lips and pushed down, then looking at the viewfinder, he realized there was one thing he had forgotten, one last bit of clothing left to strip. He reached down and got a good grip on the mask. She'd probably chosen it because of the large holes for her ears, the woman who wore the costume was an oryx, and needed the horn holes, and while it made getting the mask on easier for her, it was a lot harder for him to pull it up and over her floppy ears.

Harder, though, did not mean impossible. He gave one last yank, and it popped off, and he tossed it to the side of the ring like dirty underwear on a pile after a long day. Then, he stood and pressed his foot on her face again. The little bit of elasticity in her body and roundness in her muscles meant that though her face was plainly visible to the camera when he had removed it, complete with tears, tongue, and drool, now her head was aimed back up. He pressed the flat of his foot on her face, and rolled it around. Her lolling tongue made it feel like she was already licking it in worship, and he grinned, stepped back, and gave her a light kick to the side of the head so she could see her knocked out face. He laughed and rolled out of the ring, picking up the camera looking into it.

"Hey Jude~" He grinned, "I think the cable's probably back by now, so I'm gonna pop upstairs and watch the rest of the match we were planning on. I think you can watch the results of the experiment instead, someone has to be the junior researcher after all. I do want this experiment to be valid, don't you~?" He placed it next to her and set the camera to stop recording, and but in a convenient position for her to watch if she was ready. The only question now would be if she would be watching it tonight or tomorrow when she saw it had been livestreaming to the department's private internal MooTube channel.

After all, what would a science experiment be without peer review?