FSE

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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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This is not technically an original story of mine, it is just something of a passion project I have already written a while back, but I always felt was a bit rushed. So, this time around I have been taking my time an trying to flesh things out a little more. I am still in the process of expanding this story. Currently what I have completed is already at least 3k words longer than the original series and I still have another three or four chapters to work through. I would recommend reading the original series before this one so you can see just how much has changed, but it isn't really required as it is technically the same story.

You can find the original SotF series here: Original SotF series

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It had barely been an hour and already Becca was itching to dive back into SotF. After her hard-won victory over Sarge, she was eager to put her newfound skills to the test against other actual players. As well fleshed out as the old wolf was, even the best AI could not compare to a real person with how they would react unpredictably to different circumstances. Becca had already learned all of Sarge’s tricks and how he fought, though that didn’t mean he wasn’t still fun to fight against, given how the fights usually ended.

Becca forced herself to sit down and have a small meal before taking a quick shower afterwards, she knew the dangers and risks of getting addicted to online games all too well. Even though SotF wasn’t technically a game, she could easily see how it could become addictive in multiple ways. Right now, though, it was still very new and exciting, there was so much to see and do, so much to explore. She couldn’t help but feel a longing to return, to become Shayde again, her beautiful ebony furred snow leopardess. During her break, Becca had found that she could pull up an augmented reality full sized avatar of her SotF character. There was something unnerving but very exciting about seeing Shayde standing in the middle of her living room, her idle animation making her look very much alive with the twitches and flicks of her ears and tail. Part of her also felt extremely dirty for getting so up close and personal with her avatar, being able to pose and position Shayde however she wished let Becca get a good look at her intimate parts and become better acquainted with her new self. Even she had to admit, Shayde did have a rather cute little dark fleshed pussy and asshole. Vaguely she wondered if that’s what her own anatomy might look like up close, just a different colour.

It had taken a little while for the dull ache between her thighs and buttocks to fade, the hot shower had helped with that at least. But the excited tingle in the pit of her belly refused to fade, even though her apartment was rather warm, Becca noticed her nipples remained perked and poking against the thin layer of clothing she wore. God, she hadn’t been this excited since the first time she had modded her Halo’s sensitivity sensors and attempted a solo dungeon, only to get ambushed by a pack of werewolves. Even that encounter hadn’t left her as tender or aroused as her training fights with Sarge had.

“Fuck it…” Becca sighed, unable to resist the sirens call any longer. Again, she made sure she would be ready to spend another few uninterrupted hours in SotF; she had eaten and relieved herself so nature would not call or get hungry anytime soon. She had even brushed her teeth so her mouth wouldn’t feel so fuzzy when she returned to the real world again, though it was also partially because she kept getting hints of Sarge on her tongue, which was a little unnerving. Becca launched the SotF client and noticed the initial window with the two links was no longer there, instead, she was dropped straight into the weightless black void staging area again. A few new windows appeared and vanished just as quickly as they popped up, from the bits of code she managed to see flashing past, it appeared that this was just a verification process. As she had already configured her character and loaded into the main Hub before, the verification process was a lot shorter this time around and soon Becca was standing before her personal Sarge at the outer ring of the amphitheatre.

“Back for more already, cadet?” the old wolf asked with an amused grin. Becca noticed this time he was dressed in a black vest with camo patterned long pants, which oddly made him seem overdressed. He didn’t wait for her to answer however, instead he turned on his heel and began walking down the pathway and toward the centre of the hub this time, making his way through the throng of other player characters and even giving a passing nod to another Sarge along the way. The hub was surprisingly busy, busier than she had expected it to be at any rate. But then again, she supposed not everyone there was from the same time zone as her, with the advances in communication technologies though, she wouldn’t be surprised if some of the players weren’t even on Earth Prime even. She had never seen so many species before, not even in holographic Zoos, there were the usual lions, tigers and wolves that were easily identifiable, but there were some species she could not identify. Some half her height and super-fast, but then others that were the size of an elephant, but with shaggy dark hair all over and what appeared to be Viking braids about their head and beard, they also had intricately carved gold bands on their tusks. When he shambled past her, Becca caught a woodsy scent from him, somehow it felt primal and ancient.

“Before you can enter a real tournament or use any of the extended facilities the hub has to offer, you must complete your five prerequisite cadet matches” Sarge began to explain…again. He was such a well scripted AI that Becca had almost thought he was a real person when she had first met him initially. Then she had seen multiple copies of him around the hub, helping train new recruits, so that notion was quickly dispelled. As he droned on about the same stuff they had spoken of the last time however, there was no doubt that he was in fact, just an AI.

“In most matches you get three strikes, just like good old-fashioned baseball, three strikes and you’re out” Sarge informed her, as if this were the first time he was telling Becca all this. “Strikes can occur in two ways, either by hostile AI in the environment, or from your fellow players” the old wolf droned on, this part Becca knew already. Somehow, she barely managed to resist the urge to roll her eyes at him, as she briefly wondered if there was a skip button, like in most game tutorials.

Sarge laid out the format of the cadet trials in great, though somewhat boring detail, for Becca. There would be five rounds in total, each getting progressively more advanced and arguably harder, depending on who Becca was dropped in with. If there were not enough players for a drop, random AIs would be spawned in to fill the gaps, up to a maximum of fifty percent of the drop. The first three matches were single strike matches, or more commonly known as sudden death matches. The last two matches followed a more normal format, with the usual three strikes and you’re out rule. They would also allow for the possibility of restoring a strike, if another player was successfully struck themselves and the victor was already at max strikes. This was as close to a proper tournament as the cadets would have, until they actually competed in officially sanctioned matches.

The sanctioned tournaments weren’t the only tournaments around however, they were simply the most lucrative, at least financially speaking. Sarge had shown Becca the message boards where she saw dozens of different private tournaments organized by the players, each with different requirements and settings. There was everything from “No powerups” or “Melee only weapons”, all the way to a simple “Catch me if you can” where the host used super speed to try and evade multiple enemies in a seven on one format. A lot of the different custom matches actually looked like they could be a lot of fun, definitely something she would have to check out at some point.

Normal matches consisted of up to twelve players; but in the first three rounds of a cadet’s matches, the player limit would be restricted to only four. The fourth round would be a normal twelve player round with everything enabled like a real match, including all the bells and whistles such as hostile AI, weapons and skills. The final cadet match was the most unique, there would be a total of twenty-four players, split into twelve teams of two. Partnered matches weren’t very common however, so this would more than likely be the only time Becca would ever have a partner in her matches. It was explained that while players were partnered for the final match, they were not required to win together or even work together as their strikes were unique to the player and not shared between the pair. Just if either of them got the final strike, they both would win. However, it was in their best interest to work together, with the whole strength in numbers thing, especially when facing a stronger or more skilled opponent.

With the basics laid out for her and Sarge going over the rules one last time, Becca felt she was as ready as she ever would be to start her first match. The old wolf directed her to the first raised ring which began the upward climb of the amphitheatre around the central structure; all along the ring were slightly raised and glowing, light blue circular platforms. She hadn’t noticed them before, or the soft electrical hum each of them produced. Each platform was a few feet across, looking as though they could accommodate multiple players at once, or just a single rather large one. Becca stepped onto the nearest pad, not being sure what to expect at first, but then it started. As the light around her began to grow brighter, until she couldn’t see, a strange pressure pushed her downward, along with a tingling sensation which spread throughout her entire body. Becca was only vaguely aware of the sensation of movement, but it was over so quick that she didn’t even have time to register that she was already being uploaded to the staging area. An odd floating sensation overcame her, unable to feel her limbs and body, she was now just a floating consciousness waiting for something to happen. This sensation was different than last time, the staging area before while being a spectator, allowed her to still feel her limbs and body. This staging area felt strangely detached, later she would find out from Sarge that it was done this way to prevent players from altering anything on their characters or bringing in anything which might give them an unfair advantage.

A digital readout appeared before her with the readout displaying “Waiting for other players…” which then cycled to show “3 of 4 Players connected” and loop back again to the first message. Below the alternating messages was a small timer which had already started to count down from one hundred and twenty seconds. Becca assumed that if no forth player connected in this time, an AI would be slotted into the last place as Sarge had explained earlier. She however, would not get a chance to find out as the counter dinged abruptly, when the fourth person joined. The message before her was replaced with a large green “Ready!” button and another small countdown beneath it. Becca knew from other online games that if she didn’t hit the ready button and the counter expired, she would forfeit her spot in the match and need to requeue again. Of course, she was ready though, and with a nod of her head, or at least the cognitive thought of performing the action, the button changed to red in colour with a sharp beep. Again, the button vanished and another countdown displayed, everyone else must have been ready as well, as she was alerted to get ready to drop in ten…nine…eight…

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Cadet Match 1

Shayde’s stomach lurched up into her throat as she was suddenly dropped down into the match, during the brief descent she spotted the three other players dropping at various other points around the arena. She had also gotten a brief look at the size of the arena they were fighting in as well, compared to the match she had gotten to watch previously, this arena was tiny, at roughly the size of a football field. Another glaring difference was it had been set up to resemble partially destroyed buildings, like one would find in a warzone map in first person shooters. What surprised her most however, was the plainness of it all, there were no textures anywhere. All the surfaces were flat shades of white and grey, looking like a cheap laser tag arena more than what she had previously seen in the championship arena. There were no sensations such as heat or cold, no smells even, it was all just basic geometry. When she gave her inner arm a pinch however, Shayde winced, as clearly the sensory receptors were activated here still. It seemed the focus of the first match was more for the player versus player aspect and not the environment. It made sense she supposed, if they couldn’t handle fighting…or fucking, the other players, then this would be the breaking point for a lot of people who couldn’t handle it.

Shayde turned her gaze skyward and spotted the overhead display, high up in the sky. Displayed in a large digital readout was the current active players count; four of four were still active, so nothing had happened yet, which was surprising given how small and relatively open the arena was. Shayde supposed the other cadets were also being just as cautious as she was, moving slow and low, while she peeked the corners, as if she were playing a first-person shooter game. Without any environmental sounds though, the bleak surroundings were surprisingly eerie. She could only hear her own breathing and soft footfalls while she made her way around the outer edge of the arena, trying to spot one of the other players without being seen herself. Unfortunately, she stuck out like a sore thumb, her all black appearance against a mostly white and grey background did her no favors. There weren’t even any real shadowed spots where she could try conceal herself in to set a trap for an unsuspecting competitor.

The black-on-black furred snow leopardess rounded a corner on what appeared to be a multistory building, or at least the skeleton of one, as almost all of the outside facing walls had been destroyed. From her spot down on the ground, she could look up and partway into the second floor. If she couldn’t find a shadow to hide in, perhaps height would be the next best thing to spot and possibly even ambush a potential target. Before she had a chance to finish her train of thought however, her rounded ears twitched at a strange scratching and slithering sound coming from not far off behind her. Shayde made a dash for the crumbling stairwell inside the building and quickly made it up to the next floor, just in time to look down and spot the source of the strange noise below.

Shayde leopard crawled as slowly and quietly as she could to the edge of the floor she was on, in order to peer down in the direction of the sound. Down below, she spotted the long, scaled snout of what appeared to be a large dark green crocodile as it emerged from behind a wall, with a large luminous green mohawk. She winced at the size of this monster once he stood out in the open, he looked like he would snap her in two without even breaking a sweat, with his rippling muscles and broad shoulders. He was no ordinary crocodile either, she noted; when he turned around, she spotted what appeared to be small luminous green Godzilla styled plates running along his back and down to his tail. Shayde tried not to make a noise and give away her position, she knew she would need every advantage she could get to beat this behemoth.

His nostrils twitched as he tried to pick up her scent again, Shayde watch his head move slowly side to side, just beneath her hiding spot. Slowly, his snout raised upwards, his eyes were closed as he took a few sniffs in her direction. Suddenly, he was grinning right up at her, even his dozens of sharp jagged teeth glowed an eerie luminous green, along with the pupils of his black eyes.

“There you are kitty, come down and play…” his voice was deep and had a heavy rumble, which even reverberated within Shayde’s chest, like heavy bass at a rock concert.

For what felt like a long moment, Shayde was frozen in place with the large crocodile monster staring up at her expectantly. Finally, she managed to snap herself out of her fugue, Shayde looked around for an escape route, but the only way which did not lead down toward the crocodile was up to a higher floor. If she did that, there was nothing stopping him from simply following her until she had nowhere left to run and even less space to maneuver. So, she did the only thing she could think of; Shayde leaped off the edge of her platform and down onto the grinning crocodile. She fully intended to at least knock him down or make him stumble, so she could escape that way, hoping her speed and agility would surprise him.

Unfortunately, despite his immense size, the crocodile was faster than he looked. Shayde barely had time to register his movement when he swung around and brought his heavy scaled tail up to swat her away like an insignificant insect. The blow to her ribs knocked the breath from her lungs, as she rolled and tumbled across the debris strewn ground, but somehow, she managed to land on her hands and feet a few feet away. She expected to look up and see him gloating at her, but that was not the case. Instead, the crocodile was barreling full speed at her, as if he meant to spear tackle her to the ground. The dark furred feline barely had time to roll to the left before her opponent rushed past like a freight train with failed breaks. Again, she expected him to stop when he hit the wall of the double story structure a few feet behind her, but with his size and momentum, the crocodile went straight through the construct. Even though there were no textures on the walls, it sounded like bricks breaking and crumbling when the structure came down in a large plume of dust, making it hard to see.

“Shit, he’s even stronger than he looks” Shayde thought to herself, as she coughed and spluttered from inhaling the virtual dust cloud. “Fuck…where is he…where is he!?” she began to panic; she could still hear and feel that deep guttural growl of his in her chest. She just couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from, no matter which way she turned, it always sounded like it was behind her. She was right too; Shayde was looking back at the collapsed building again when a pair of glowing luminous green eyes appeared behind her in the gloom of the dust cloud, along with his glowing grin slowly growing wider.

“Gotcha!” the crocodile snarled as he gripped one large hand at the scruff of her neck and the other down behind her right knee. Shayde yelped when she was caught off-guard and lifted with ease, as the large scaled monster rushed her toward another wall. Pain flared all throughout her body as she was slammed against the half-crumbled wall the first time, then again and again, as he bashed her small form against and finally partway through the crumbling wall. Her top half flopped almost limp through the hole he had used her head and shoulders to punch through the wall before her, looking like a macabre hunting trophy on the opposite side. Shayde was in almost too much pain to notice her clothing being ripped away, almost, but not quite. She shuddered to think how painful this would have been if the pain sensors hadn’t been lowered as much as they already were, especially with how it felt as though she had just been trampled by a herd of African elephants.

Shayde couldn’t fight back; her feet were a couple inches off the floor and she had nothing to grab onto and pull herself through the hole she’d made in the wall to escape. Even worse was the fact her opponent was now grinding his rapidly swelling cock against her bare backside, and he felt uncomfortably big. Sure enough, with one hand against her back to pin her in place, she felt him lift her right leg again to expose her bare pussy. With barely a half dozen unskilled thrusts to try find his mark, the crocodile eventually found what he was looking for. She couldn’t help it, even with the pleasure sensors turned up as much as they were, the ridged thick cock still hurt a little. Shayde hissed and growled as the thick length quickly began thrusting in and out of her, the ridges plucked at her petals every time he withdrew from her snug passage before he speared back deep inside her.

“Scream for me, kitten” the savage behemoth of a croc snarled and mocked as he picked up the pace of his fucking, while drawing his claws painfully down her back to leave angry red paths beneath her dark fur. Shayde wouldn’t give him the satisfaction however, even as he scratched her back up, she simply grit her teeth and bore it. Every thrust into her made the wall shake and crumble a little more, dust and debris fell down over both of them in a steadily growing stream. Could it be, yes, yes it was! They were in the bottom floor of the multi-story building she had jumped down on him from. She hadn’t noticed it before, but the support walls were crumbling and it wouldn’t take too much to collapse them. “I said…scream!” the crocodile shouted when she remained silent.

“Fuck me harder then, like a real man” Shayde shot back with. It was a risky gamble, even with the pain of his ridged cock abusing her insides and the claws ripping up her back, she could feel her climax starting to build. She would only have one shot at this, it was a sudden death match, but there was nothing in the rules saying she had to eliminate him with a strike. Shayde knew that if she did try take him head on, she would lose. She was not strong enough to overpower him and he already had the upper hand here.

“Fuck you, whore!” the crocodile snarled and shifted his grip down about her hips in order to thrust into her harder and faster. That was what she was waiting for, with her right leg released and able to move and action her plan. Shayde managed to rest her feet against the crocodile’s knees and pushed off hard, making him stumble back a step as she vaulted herself through the hole in the wall and onto the opposite side to roll clear of the building on the far side, just in time to hear it give away behind her. It didn’t matter that her actions earned her more deep scratches along her hips and thighs either, at least she was free of his grasp and it sounded like her plan had worked. Sure enough, when she turned around to see where her opponent was, the last glimpse she had of him was a pair of green glowing eyes being crushed beneath the collapsing building.

Her heart pounded in her chest, she more than expected the large behemoth to crawl out from under the rubble and go for her again, but there was nothing except her heavy breathing filling the stillness around her. Shayde jumped at the sound of a loud buzzer, almost having forgotten where she was for a moment. When she looked up at the skybox, she saw the readout had changed. It now stated “Player: Razor, eliminated by environment” before it switched back to indicate there were now only three active players left.

“Great, I just need to do that two more times and I’ll win my first cadet match…” she laughed morosely to herself, before groaning in agony while she got painfully to her feet.

Every step hurt, even just breathing hurt. Razor had done quite a number on Shayde, but luckily, she had managed to get her first victory regardless. Though with the shape she was in, she would need more than just luck to defeat the next or possibly the next two remaining players. There was no telling who she was up against either, so there was no way to prepare. She didn’t even know where they would be at this point, for all she knew, they could be hiding close by after hearing the noise her fight with the crocodile had made.

With no real plan in mind, Shayde headed deeper into the arena in search of her next fight. Though thankfully, it didn’t take very long before she heard the sounds of a scuffle not far off. The fight sounded like it was coming from inside a building, but she couldn’t see a way in, there weren’t even any windows she could look through. There was however a low wall she could use to climb up onto the roof and see if she could get a clear view of her opponents. With a bit of acrobatic work, made more difficult by all her scratches and bruises, the ebony furred feline managed to climb up onto what she had originally thought was a roof. What she found instead was that this building appeared to be modeled after a small castle. Crouching low and crawling closer to look over the edge, Shayde hid between two buttresses on what was the little castles outer wall.

Down below she watched the remaining two players fight. The more aggressive of the two was a large tawny furred lion, with an impressive fiery red mane. Shayde watched as he slowly circled with a smaller spotted feline, possibly a cheetah or another type of leopard, she assumed. The large lion took slow swipes at the leopardess, whom easily dodged them while wearing a smug grin. It was a classic strength versus speed fight it seemed and she knew she had the upper hand here.

“Ooh, so close. Nearly got me that time…” the black spotted, golden furred feline female mocked. She had long dark hair, done up in a tight bun and pinned in place by polished ivory chopsticks. To complete the look, she even wore a stereotypical anime styled high school girl’s outfit. Every time she danced away and avoided one of the lumbering lion’s clumsy attacks, her short skirt would spin and lift up to expose her strong thighs and pert behind, while her long tail trailed behind like an acrobat’s streamer. Shayde was mesmerized by how this cadet moved, she had such confidence and skill, there were obvious signs that she must have been some kind of dancer in the real world to move like she did.

“Stand still and let me fuck you, you cocky little bitch!” The lion growled angrily as he went in for a double swipe inward, as if trying to slash across his opponents face with his claws. Again, the leopardess easily avoided his attack with a backwards flip, her feet catching under his chin with a firm kick that sent him stumbling back and further angered him.

“You call me bitch like it’s a bad thing…and no, keep your tiny dick away from me” The spotted feline replied sweetly, while the lion seemed to only be getting angrier every time he failed to hit his opponent. At seeing his displeasure with how their fight was progressing, the leopardess couldn’t help but smile and laugh at him, which just made the large male angrier still. Eventually it paid off as the lion lunged at the leopardess, but she was prepared for this and simply sidestepped him. The big, dumb cat rammed right into an unstable part of wall behind her, which she had clearly noticed earlier and had since been leading him toward over the last few minutes.

The large lion didn’t have time to react before large pieces of untextured flat white wall came crashing down on him. He tried to dodge as best he could, but he was just too slow to evade the debris and soon found himself pinned beneath large sections of the collapsed structure.

“Oh darn, you’re still here…and oh so helpless” the leopardess teased while slowly circling the now pinned and trapped lion.

“When I get out of here, I’m going to fuck you into the ground!” he roared, his muscles heaving as he tried to free himself. But it was of no use, he could barely shift the heavy support which had him pinned flat on his back.

“Promises, promises. Oh well, guess there’s nothing for it…let’s see what we’re working with here, shall we?” the spotted feline sounded almost bored as she crouched down beside the lion’s legs. Shayde watched as one of her hands slipped beneath his loincloth and began to fondle and grope at him. “Oh, my mistake, seems you’re not that tiny after all…” she purred with a sultry grin before exposing his impressive thick red length.

Even though she knew it was part of the game and she had seen it done before, Becca couldn’t help but feel a little dirty as she watched the leopardess straddle the struggling lion and sink herself down onto him with a satisfied groan. There was something very different between watching a match as a spectator and now competing in one, perhaps it was the thrill of possibly being caught and having to fight to survive that made this time so much more exhilarating. Whatever it was, Shayde couldn’t tear her eyes away from the leopardess as she rode her opponent, his begging for mercy being met by her scathing replies the entire time.

“You said you wanted to fuck me earlier, so what’s the problem?” the spotted feline asked rhetorically, while biting back a heated pant. She hadn’t quite expected doing this to the lion to be so good for her as well, she only hoped he would pop before she did. She had never seen a feline cock before and had assumed those barbs would be uncomfortable, which would stave off her own pleasure. But she was wrong, oh so wrong, they plugged and tugged at her sensitive spots in just the right ways, it was hard to describe. Every time she slammed herself down onto him and ground his cock around inside herself, those damned barbs plucked at her nerves like a skilled guitarist plucking at her guitar strings.

Shayde suddenly gasped, feeling fingers down between her own thighs. At first, she thought it must have been another player, but when she looked down, it was her own hand. Her rounded ears lay flat as a deep scarlet blush bloomed at her cheeks; she had unwittingly begun touching herself as she watched her opponents fuck barely a few feet away. She could hear every lewd sound they both made as the smaller leopardess rode her large captive, she swore she could even smell the heated intoxicating scent of their mutual arousal. The way the leopardess was bouncing and riding the lion though, she didn’t know who was going to win. Regardless of being pinned or not, the first to climax would receive the strike.

Once again, Shayde jumped at the sound of the buzzer. Her eyes immediately snapped up to the skybox as she read the updated message stating “Player Leo: Eliminated by player” was displayed, followed shortly after by the status that two of four players remained active. By the time she looked back down at where the pair had just been fucking, only the leopardess remained. She was knelt in the same spot where she had been riding the lion, only now she was grinning at nothing but the pile of rubble which had held him pinned long enough for her to secure her victory. The evidence of the lion’s defeat was still dripping from deep inside her, creating a little white pool between her spread knees on the ground below.

Shayde knew it was now or never, the leopardess was still distracted and vulnerable to attack. That and she would still be rather sensitive after having just fucked the lion, she knew the signs of an impending climax and the spotted feline had definitely been close. As quickly but also as quietly she could move, Shayde shifted around on the wall to get close enough to pounce, before she lost the opportunity. The scratches along her hips and thighs burned like red hot coals against her flesh as she crouched low and prepared to spring forward, but that was not what the ebony furred snow leopardess was focusing on. Down below, the leopardess had stood up and turned to face away, presenting the perfect target for her attack.

The leopardess never knew what hit her, a heavy weight landed on her back, square between her shoulders and slammed hard into the ground. Hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs and stun her just long enough for Shayde to get into position, with the gasping and grunting leopardess’s arms held pinned between dark furred knees. Shayde sat her weight fully down on the leopardess’s shoulders, keeping them firmly pinned to the ground. She just couldn’t help herself, a dark furred hand reached out to grab the other woman’s tail in one hand, while the other flipped her short skirt up and gave her presented behind a harsh swat. Judging by the crisp flesh on flesh crack, Shayde knew that it must have stung like a bitch, even her own hand throbbed a little from the impact. It was a perfect slap, a slap which earned her a harsh growl from her opponent.

“You move beautifully” Shayde heard herself say, suddenly feeling rather silly making small talk while she pinned and molested another woman, a complete stranger in fact.

“Get off me and I’ll show you a few moves” the leopardess replied with a little grin and a sultry purr.

“Maybe next time, for now, why don’t I just get you off instead?” she shot back with a grin of her own.

“Ooh, I like you…” her opponent almost purred in appreciation of the witty response. At least until Shayde resumed her spanking, a few slaps later and with a glowing behind, she could smell the feline’s arousal hang heavily in the air. “I take that back…I hate you…” the pinned leopardess growled and tried to squirm free, but it was of no use. She had no leverage to even try buck the ebony furred snow leopardess off her back.

Shayde knew she had the upper hand and her opponent was helpless, the leopardess was completely at her mercy. It was almost poetic, considering how the leopardess had dispatched her own opponent under similar circumstances only moments ago. She dipped her free hand down between the leopardess’s thighs, a grin tugged at her lips when she felt that familiar and very telling hot slickness. Shayde couldn’t help but grin victoriously when her fingers dipped lower to briefly brush over the other feline’s clit, how her thighs parted subconsciously at first, before snapping her legs back together protectively. Not that it made any difference, Shayde still had her fingers right where she wanted them and quickly put them to use, alternating between teasing her captive’s clit, or just sinking two or three fingers in deep until her captive began to buck and squirm.

Shayde had only ever playfully fooled around with a friend in college very briefly, but had done nothing with another woman to this degree, so this was all new territory to her. She didn’t even know this players name, but here she was, knuckles deep in another woman’s pussy. Her fingers pumped in and out, occasionally retreating far enough out to tease the leopardess’s clit before delving back in. Once she realized she didn’t need to keep the leopardess’s tail lifted and let go of it, Shayde was able to even throw in an occasional spank to the feline’s rosy cheeks. Though the pinned feline growled and cursed up at her from below, Shayde was in the perfect position to tell she really enjoyed it, with how her fingers in the leopardess’s cunt received a greedy squeeze every time she did it.

Without warning, the buzzer sounded again and the leopardess suddenly began to pixelate before she dissolved under Shayde. Apparently, her opponent had climaxed at some point and Shayde had been too preoccupied with toying with her captive to notice. When she looked skyward at the display above, the message read out “Player Zorrana: Eliminated by player”, followed closely by fireworks in the sky and a voice announcing that she had won.

She had won her first cadet match!

Without warning, the same roar of rushing air past her ears and the being tugged backward sensation followed, as Shayde was ported back to the launch pad in the Hub. When the bright light around her finally faded, she was met by a grinning visage of her Sarge and a few other strangers who had apparently been watching her match on the central displays. His large hand reached out and clapped her hard on the shoulder, as he praised her on a job well done. It would have been a sweet sentiment, if not for the fact she was so tired and worn out, that Sarge’s congratulatory pat collapsed Shayde to the floor in an aching pile of black-on-black snow leopardess.

“Ready for your next match?” Sarge asked with a broad grin down at her. Shayde however was too worn out to speak and replied with a simple raising of her fist, palm aimed skyward and her middle finger raising slowly in the old wolf’s direction.

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“Shit…” Becca winced as she looked at herself in her bathroom mirror after logging out of SotF. All along her back were red marks, along with further marks along her sides and thighs. While the skin hadn’t been broken, it looked as though someone with long nails had scratched her pretty good. At least there wouldn’t be any permanent damage, but she would be feeling those scratches for a couple days.

It was a sobering realization, even though the likelihood of her or anyone being killed in SotF was extremely low, it was still possible to get hurt. After replaying the fight with Razor in her head again, she realized it hadn’t even been particularly brutal, she had endured worse fights in Dirty Dungeon before. But then again, their pain sensors were set far lower than SotF. Becca supposed this was because while pain wasn’t necessarily a good thing in a tournament centered around fucking, there were still some people out there that enjoyed a little pain with their pleasure. Especially the viewers and sponsors of the matches, considering SotF’s shady history, pain was a definite relic and something which had drawn most of their initial investors.

Seeing the real-world implications of her online fighting might have stopped most people from continuing on, but not Becca. Now more than ever, she was determined to keep going. She refused to let the worry and doubts win out, they were nothing compared to what she had to gain by competing. But for now, though, she needed a couple hours sleep, before she went back in to complete her second cadet match.