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"Once more," Victoria thought, finger hovering over her phone. "Once more, to get good and angry." The lynx tapped play.

The commentator's voice poured out of her speakers. "...And we've been lucky enough to get our Winter Heat 2019 second place winner, Cyrus, up here in the booth for a post-match interview! At 22, the rabbit is the youngest CSF competitor to place so high in a major tournament. Tell me, Cyrus, how does..." The words faded form her attention as she turned her focus to the rabbit. His wiry frame was covered with tan fur matted with sweat, and a halfway disinterested look hung on his face as he started to answer the commentator's question. His features were scrunched up even without any tension on his face, his eyes spaced in a way that made him look a little dopey and a little mean, an effect which would've persisted even it wasn't for the mess of scars crisscrossing his muzzle. He was getting a little more animated now, and a paw gestured towards a bruise on his face in a way that spiked a little flare of anger in her from anticipation of what he was about to say.

"...And yeah, she got the KO on me, but man let me tell you, I've had a long think on what I did to lose that match, and shit man, Vic ain't good at all. Sure as shit ain't better than me. You know what it is? And this, this is a problem with the whole fuckin' CSF, I've been seeing it at every goddamn tourney I've been to, is the CSF lets the female fighters dope, man." The commentator leaned in, gesturing for Cyrus to continue. It was probably the kind of post-loss frustration he'd been banking on when he invited the second-placer to an interview, some drama to keep the viewers on until the ad break. "It's like this, the board lets them take the es... estrus suppression pills, right? And it says right there on the goddamn side effects 'may result in decreased libido', but the board also normally says you can't take any drugs that make you less horny, says it's an unfair advantage in this kinda sport. So you can see the unfairness, right?"

"Right, but what about the ramifications of that? Surely you don't expect them to be risking potentially unwanted children in such a time-consuming career?" The rabbit shrugged. "Shit man, they don't wanna get knocked up, they shouldn't lose. Drugging up to stop that is like... It's cowardly, y'know? Like you're scared of losing, so you gotta get an unfair advantage, and you're taking insurance in case you lose anyways."

The lynx closed the video, finger jabbing down a little harder than was necessary. She knew what was in the rest of the video. A little bit of sexist rambling, and finally a callout on her, challenging her to another match, this time on the rabbit's idea of an "even playing field". She'd waffled for a bit, but ended up accepting -- there was sponsor pressure, and pressure from supporters on both sides, and a little bit of the desire to knock his teeth down his throat in a legal manner. She'd submitted to the blood tests, and the second she was cleared, the match had been scheduled. It was a match she had absolutely no intention of losing and, with the clear focus that the cold-burning anger in her stomach lent her, she went back to reviewing her notes -- what few she had, at any rate. There was frustratingly little information or footage on the relatively new fighter.

In the changing room on the opposite side of the stadium, Cyrus also had his phone out. Footage of one of his feline opponent's matches was playing out, and he was studying her in very close detail. "Damn, she's got legs," he muttered, eyes roving up and down the lynx's body. She darted in and out of her opponent's range, baiting an overcommitted swing, and responded by stepping in and throwing a punch, accenting her momentum with a twist of her powerful hips. Cyrus winced as it connected, her opponent dropping to the floor. Victoria followed through, the impetus carrying her upper body to the ground. She caught herself, momentarily on all fours, legs spread in a wide lunge, and the view switched to a camera behind her.

"Whoever edited this is doing God's work," Cyrus whispered, tapping pause to admire her form. A thick coat of golden-brown fur made her body look soft, but the rabbit could tell from the way she moved that under the fur was an extraordinarily well-sculpted body. Subtle black stripes ran along her back and arms, fading into the pure white tracing the insides of her thighs. He followed them up into where they regrettably disappeared into a tight pair of uniform shorts that left very little of the shape of her toned rear to the imagination. She was bent over so far that he could see the curve of her chest between her legs, soft handfuls of breast barely contained by her uniform's top, topped by a ruff of white fur ringing her neck.

"Hold that pose for me, honey," he grunted, kneading a growing erection as he imagined grabbing that ruff of fur and pressing her head into the ground as he rutted a panting Victoria from behind. He let out a lewd groan as he slipped his paw beneath his waistband, gripping his cock. A wicked smile flashed across his face as he rubbed back and forth, fingers running over barbs -- his secret weapon for this match. At the Winter Heat fight, he'd gone down so quickly he hadn't even gotten his pants off, and the lack of information surrounding a new fighter meant most weren't aware he was part-cat. As such, he was hoping to spring a surprise on the lynx; one that, with any luck, would be extra-effective given her feline ancestry.

An attendant stuck their head through the changing room door. "Cyrus? You're up."

The rabbit rose, his smile disappearing into a flat expression that was all business. It was showtime.

Victoria entered the ring first, back straight and shoulders tense, mouth set in a grim slash of determination. She stood on her side, glaring at Cyrus as he made his way down the aisle. The lynx maintained her stare throughout his entrance and the announcer's preamble, her only movement to adjust her footing and raise her arms in anticipation of the start of the round. The bell rang, and she was already in, stepping forward and throwing a compact punch right at the lapine's throat. He reacted quickly, slipping to one side so the punch landed squarely on his shoulder, pushing him off balance. Victoria pressed, taking another step forward and peppering his faltering guard with jabs.

Keeping his cool, the rabbit shored his guard up, backing away in time with her advance. He'd seen videos of her like this; when she started getting relentlessly aggressive, she was liable to get frustrated -- all he had to do was shell up, keep her from getting any solid hits in, and swing into a gap in her pressure when she inevitably overextended. His chance arrived when she threw a heavy, wide punch that left her knee turned slightly inward. Confident her speed had been compromised, the rabbit cocked his fist back and jabbed, hitting empty air. The whiff was so unexpected he could only blink stupidly as he tried to process what was happening. His opponent shouldn't have been able to move so quickly in such a weak position, but she'd started the dodge preemptively, letting her weak leg crumple under her and falling out of line of his jab even before he'd readied it.

Fucker, he managed to think, before he got clocked.

Victoria's body uncoiled from her low position like a spring, both legs powering a shattering uppercut that caught the target of her aggression squarely under the chin. A wave of satisfaction coalesced into a curling smirk on her face as she noted her opponent's expression, now more dopey than mean, as the blow lifted him off his feet and sent him sprawling onto his back. Without missing a beat, she was on him, straddling his supine body and getting ready to resume an offensive now unrestrained by the threat of counterattack. The lynx paused, surprised by the hot stiffness pressing into her backside through her opponent's uniform. Of course, she thought, mentally rolling her eyes. The growing warmth did, however, make her reconsider her approach. The last time they'd fought, she'd been all business, focused on taking him down as efficiently as possible. She'd seen gaps in his physical fighting, and taken advantage, surprising herself by how easily he went down. This time around? She could afford to put on a show for the judges. If, in the process, she knocked the rabbit down a few pegs, all the better. Gripping both of his wrists, she pushed them above his head and down into the ground, pinning him in place.

"That all you can think about?" There was a mocking, sardonic note in her voice as she leaned into rabbit's face, taunting him. "Is that why you were so desperate to get a match with me? Can't get a girl to look at you any other way, huh?"

"Fuck you, bitch." Cyrus panted, glaring and straining against her superior leverage.

"Yeah, that's what you'd like." Victoria ground against him, her smirk growing wider as he responded with an involuntary jerk of his hips, emitting an undignified squeak as he tried and failed to suppress a groan. "What's wrong? Never been this close to a girl before? Gonna blow a load in your shorts like an overexcited little bunny?" Shifting position, the lynx pressed her groin against his trapped erection. A long, slow grind of her hips elicited another shuddering gasp from the unfortunate lapine. His movements were growing less coordinated and more desperate. Shaky jerks of his hips and torso failed to dislodge her, and she could feel his feet scrabbling uselessly against the floor behind her. "You gonna cum already? I heard all rabbits were overeager quickshots, but that's pretty pathetic."

There was no response from the lapine; his breathing was growing more and more ragged, and a flush suffused his face as he rocked his hips back and forth. It wasn't clear if he was trying to get out from underneath her, or if he was just that much of a horny little bastard, but the end result was the same. He came, back arching and eyes closed as he let out a series of throaty, pathetic moans. She got up off him mid-orgasm, leaving him to twitch on the ground, and the loss of stimulation turned his moans into a needy whine. The second his paws were free, he brought them down to rub at his crotch, shuddering as a last few pulses of seed splashed uselessly into his shorts. He lay there for a while, panting with exertion and anger. The bell signaling the end of the round rang, prompting the temporarily defeated rabbit to stand up on shaky knees, staggering back to his corner like, well, someone who'd soiled themselves. Grimacing with distaste, he peeled his sodden pants off and chucked them halfway towards the center of the ring before sitting down, hunched over and glaring at the lynx who'd gotten the better of him twice now.

In her corner, Victoria made a taunting gesture at the rabbit like she was jacking off, mouthing "Two. Pump. Chump." in time with the strokes. By the time they took their positions at the center of the ring again, she could feel the simmering rage radiating from her opponent. Good. She stood with one hand on her hip, the picture of relaxed arrogance in the face of an impending fight. "Your jaw feeling alright? Bit swollen? Or is all the blood going into your tiny little prick?" Cyrus balled his paws into fists until his knuckles creaked.

"In a couple months, the only thing that's gonna be swollen is your belly, cunt." The bell rang, and this time Cyrus was the one rushing forwards, emboldened by his rage. A short hop to one side let Victoria clear his charge, and she twirled on the spot to face him, voice raised in a bright singsong. "Missed me!" The livid rabbit turned with a feral scream of frustration, charging at her again with both arms outstretched. She moved to meet him, tracing a tightening spiral around him before ducking smoothly under his arm, pivoting elegantly on one foot as she brought the other up to kick Cyrus square in his bare ass. The kick bowled him over, and Cyrus tucked and rolled on his side, coming up facing the lynx, but staggering backwards into the ropes at the edge of the ring with the preserved momentum from the kick. Capitalizing on the opportunity, the lynx rushed to catch him off-balance. Her foe jumped up and back, grabbing a hold of the ropes as he did so. His legs curled up towards his stomach, and she realized what he was doing far too late to stop her rush. All she could do was bring her arms in front of her face, barely getting them in the way as both powerful lapine legs unleashed a cannonshot of a kick into her.

The unfortunate feline was sent sprawling back into the center of the ring. Dazed, she rolled onto her stomach and slowly began pushing herself to her feet. Not that Cyrus had any intention of letting her get that far -- he stalked towards her, bending down to scoop up the cumstained shorts he'd left in the ring. Victoria had barely managed to make it to her hands and knees when she found her world plunged into foul blackness, the rabbit pulling his abandoned uniform over her head as a makeshift blindfold. She yelped in surprise, thrashing against the rabbit. But she was blind, grounded, and disoriented -- unable to put up any effective resistance. Cyrus kicked one of her arms out from underneath her and grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her side. She could feel his cock stabbing into her thigh as he pulled her up, one paw slipping in under her top and squeezing her tit until she gasped with pain. "Now we're getting somewhere," the rabbit grunted huskily as his other paw snaked into her uniform as well, pinching a hardening nipple.

The least comfortable part of this wasn't the fact she couldn't see, or the burning warmth of his cock smearing pre into her fur, or even his increasingly aggressive groping. It was the fact that she couldn't breathe without forcing the smell of the bunny bastard's stale cum into her nostrils, and it was starting to have an unfamiliar and worrying effect on her. It wasn't that the smell itself was unfamiliar -- God knew it wasn't rare in this line of work -- but it had never been accompanied with an increasingly heady dizziness, or a spreading warmth that sapped the strength from her limbs with every breath. The lynx struggled with growing futility as one of Cyrus' paws traced down her stomach and into her shorts, two fingers pressing into her with no resistance.

Fuck, was she wet. The rabbit's paw curled, sending his digits further into her, and she gave a weak, muffled moan, knees pressing together as she clenched against the invading rabbit. "Shit, thought you'd be harder to take down than that," Cyrus gloated. "Turns out you just needed something solid in that tight little cunt." Victoria grabbed his wrist with both hands, trying to pull him out of her, but at the moment his muscles seemed like iron. Each stroke of his paw eroded her strength until she couldn't even stand anymore. She was supported only by his arm around her chest, one paw still greedily cupping her tit. "Or maybe it's something else. Maybe you're just not used to taking it without some pills to back you up." A third finger pressed into her, tearing a wavering gasp from her throat. "Maybe you're even going into heat right now. Wouldn't that be something." Cyrus withdrew his paws, giving her a little push that sent her sprawling onto her hands and knees. She tore the makeshift blindfold from her face, gasping for air, revealing an angry expression smeared across her face, along with a generous helping of rabbit cum. "Well, there's one way to find out, isn't there?" Hooking both paws over the back of her shorts, he yanked them down. Victoria's protests were cut off as he grabbed her by the fur of her neck, slamming her head down into the ground. "I guess we'll know in a few weeks." The lynx struggled like a rabid animal, but it was no use. Cyrus pinned one of her legs down with his knee, then the other, and finally held her hips still by the tail. The tip of his cock kissed her entrance, and she struggled even harder, bucking and rolling.

"Don't you dare, you fu-"

A lot of the fight went out of her in the first thrust. Her toes splayed as he glided smoothly into her, eyes rolling back and sentence tapering off into a long gasp as she was filled inch by inch. Her whole body twitched in time as she clenched and spasmed around him. She'd never felt so full, so warm, like the only thing that was right to do in that moment was submit to the male on top of her, even as her higher brain functions screamed out in indignant fury. Then he started pulling out, and the barbs ringing his cock made themselves known by digging right into her soft, vulnerable walls. The world went white, and she was pretty sure she'd screamed, but she couldn't be sure of anything but the rippling, burning waves of pain that flared and faded into a dull, pounding pleasure that stayed even when he'd almost fully withdrawn from her.

"Surprised, bitch?" The deep, rumbling voice of the rabbit shivers down her spine. "Got a little cat in me, yeah. Gonna be a lotta rabbit in you in a bit." His words lit a small spark of comprehension in her, and her ears splayed back as the gravity of her situation sank in. She was in heat. There was a rabbit she hated with his dick pointed right at her womb, and there was nothing she could do but moan and clench around him while he enjoyed her body before leaving her with a sordid reminder of her defeat. God, she was so fucked. Cyrus shifted his grip on his tail to one on her waist before hauling her back into him, a long grunt of pleasure leaving him as her warm tightness surrounded him again.

"D... Don't," She managed to slur amid a new wave of mind-melting sensations. "P... Please..."

"Don't what?" The rabbit leaned down to growl into her ear, grinding his crotch into her as he did so. She gasped, fingers pressing into the ground, taking several seconds to catch her breath before she could articulate her thoughts.

"D... Don't cum... Inside..." She was acutely aware of how pathetic she sounded.

The rabbit barked with laughter. "Why should I do that? How're you gonna stop me?" Cyrus gave another pointed grind against her, sending her eyelashes fluttering and a fresh wave of spasms across her body.

"I'll... I'll forfeit..." Victoria could feel the rabbit begin to withdraw, and pressed her hips back into him on instinct, trying to keep his barbs from digging into her again.

"Seems to me like you're losing either way." Gripping her waist more tightly, he held her in place as he raked his barbs over her insides. He didn't know what felt better, the stimulation of her velvety walls being tugged and pulled along with him, or watching her reaction. Twitches wracked her body, muzzle open in a wide keen as she lost control of her body. He stopped, recalling another fantasy he'd had, involving that muzzle pressed snugly into his crotch. "Actually, there is something you can do for me. But first," he pulled her head up, muzzle pressed against her ear as he murmured, "You can answer a question. Are you my bitch?"

"Wh... what?" She spoke before she could process the question, fixated on the idea that she could somehow get away without any longer-term consequences.

"I said," Cyrus growled, slamming his hips into her ass, "Are you my bitch?"

"Yes!" she cried, because she didn't want to see what would happen if she said no. "I'm your bitch!"

"Good," he murmured, rewarding her with a gentler rock of his hips. "You're just a horny little kitty, right? Just a dumb cat that doesn't want to get knocked up despite being a slut for rabbit cock, yeah?"

"Y-yes..." She gasped.

"Then here's what my good little kitty slut's gonna do if she doesn't wanna get bred. She's gonna turn around, and get on her knees, and she's gonna suck me off until I cum in her pretty little mouth. Or else," he leaned in even closer, and let a threatening note bubble up into his voice, "That load's going in a different hole." And then, in round 3, I'm gonna fuck you stupid anyways, he thought. "Do you understand?"

Victoria nodded hesitantly.

"Then hop to it." He pulled out of her none too gently and stood up, making a satisfied note at the way her arms trembled as she slowly crawled around to face him. She stared at his cock with a lust-addled, submissive expression, before looking up at him trepidatiously. "Come on," He muttered, grabbing the back of her head and hauling her face into his erection. "Open up." She slowly parted her lips, wrapping them around the head of his dick, and he pushed her head down, transfixed by the sight of his meat disappearing into the maw of the feline that had been so confident, so untouchable at the start of the match. The lynx got a lot more eager after she'd been helped along a little, bobbing her head up and down of her own accord and lapping at his member in a way that had him groaning in appreciation.

"Damn, that's good," the rabbit grunted. "You're a lot better at sucking dick than fighting, that's for sure," he let go of her head, content to leave her to her eager ministrations. "Should just give up and do this full time." If the lynx heard him, she gave no indication, focusing solely on caressing him with her soft, warm tongue, gently suckling him in a way that left a pleasant ebb and flow to the pressure around him as her lips moved along his shaft. Getting close already, the rabbit thought. Shame. He reached down and grabbed her head, paw flattening one of her ears, and hauled her all the way down until her nose was grinding into his fur. She glanced up with wide eyes, but he wasn't paying attention to her face anymore. Cyrus pulled his hips back and thrust, pulling her head down in time to establish a proper rhythm. She winced each time her muzzle smashed into his crotch, but stayed where she was, letting the rabbit facefuck her until he came, balls twitching as he pumped her muzzle full of seed. A firm grip on her head stopped her from pulling back, and she looked up again.

"Swallow." The lynx hesitated, and Cyrus tightened his grip on her ear, twisting until a muffled squeak of pain leaked out of her filled mouth. "Swallow." Victoria obeyed, soft ripples of pleasant pressure washing over him as she worked to get his prodigious load down. "There's a good girl." A mixture of drool and cum leaked from her mouth as he withdrew, leaving her hunched over and coughing on the ground. The end of the round was signaled, and the rabbit retreated to his corner to watch his opponent deal with his handiwork.

Victoria took a long time to recover. It hurt to breathe, her throat having been rubbed raw by the rabbit's barbs. Trembling, she managed to push herself to her feet. She winced when she stood; her legs were still a little weak, and there was a part deep within her that twinged in pain every time she moved too sharply. Another artifact of her opponent's cat relation, she guessed. That turned her thoughts to the impending round, and the question of how she could get out of here without a belly of rabbit kits.

She could quit.

She didn't like that that was the first thought that came to mind, nor did she like how inviting the concept was. Just concede the match, go home, lie down. Try to forget this whole ugly incident. Only...

Only she couldn't do that, could she? It'd be a killing blow to her career, turning tail and running from this. She wouldn't be Victoria, fierce and talented, Winter Heat champion. She'd be that cat that got dicked down so hard by Cyrus that she didn't even stick around for the final round. Her fist clenched at the thought of the rabbit. Worse, wouldn't she be proving him right? That she really could only win because she was hiding vulnerabilities behind a chemical curtain? Forfeiting wouldn't just mean she lost the match, it'd mean that she was admitting to buying into that line of thought, that even she didn't have the confidence in herself to win. And it wasn't true. She'd won the first round handily. The second round had gone to Cyrus because of a cheap trick and a single mistake on her part. It wasn't even that, he'd gotten lucky. Lucky that his trick had worked as well as it had, lucky that Victoria was fighting at a disadvantage, not knowing her current limits.

She could win this. She just needed a plan. So what had happened? What had gone wrong in the second round? She'd taken a risk. Trying to capitalize on Cyrus' momentary disadvantage had been greedy, and she'd gotten hit for it. Extending that line of thought, she'd been unprepared for how hard it'd been to fight the rabbit off once he started the lewder part of his attack. There were two adjustments she could make: Take less risks by fighting more compactly, and avoid giving the rabbit an upper hand in terms of positioning at all costs, so he couldn't leverage it into another situation like the last round. Having concrete actions, driven by self-reflection, galvanized her resolve. She took a deep breath.

She could do this.

Cyrus observed her with watchful eyes. He didn't know what was going on in her head, but the change in her demeanor and body language were drastic. She was confident again, assured. There was a grimset determination on her face that reminded him of the way she'd looked at the beginning of the match. It would've been intimidating, but... Well, it was hard to be intimidated by someone that'd been choking on your dick a few minutes ago. Doubly so when they were still so wet that they were dripping onto the floor beneath them. He rose to meet her in the center of the ring, eager for the final round to begin.

The bell rang, and for once neither fighter opened aggressively. Victoria circled the rabbit cautiously, keeping them both more-or-less in the center. Cyrus stood in place, not even bothering to turn to face her. "C'mon kitty, can't we skip the foreplay this time?" The lynx didn't rise to the bait. Waiting until she was behind him, she threw a cautious jab to test his reactions. She was glad she did; her movements were slower, dragged down by the twinges in her belly when she moved. Turning languishly, Cyrus ducked it easily, but she'd already backed up out of his range by the time he came back up. "So that's how it's gonna be. Enjoy a little chase, do we?" The rabbit approached, sauntering arrogantly. He slipped under another jab easily, but his dodge took time, and the lynx took that time to circle around again, stopping herself from being backed against the corner. "Well, ready or not, here I come." Cyrus charged her.

She was ready for it, but that didn't help her. Her dodge was too slow, her opponent's tackle catching her around the knees. He jerked his weight to the left and she stumbled, unable to catch herself with her legs locked together, and fell onto her stomach. Her legs were temporarily freed as the rabbit reached up with one arm to pull her in closer, and she kicked back desperately. Her foot met something fleshy and soft, and the rabbit, swearing, released his hold. She crawled forward, grabbing onto the ropes to pull herself to her feet. Halfway up, she felt paws grip her waist and shoulder.

"Playtime's over, kitty." She was hauled back and off the ropes, then slammed into the turnbuckle. The impact drove the breath from her, but she fought through it, struggling fruitlessly against the rabbit's superior leverage. Cyrus chuckled darkly in her ear, pressing his body against the lynx's until she was immobilized against the edge of the ring, his stiffening erection rubbing against her soft, struggling rear. The rabbit shifted his position bit by bit, ever-so-slowly bringing his cock closer and closer to her entrance. He felt her body tense underneath him as his head brushed at her outer lips, her hips jerking away and to the side in a futile attempt to stop the inevitable. A soft, appreciative whistle left his nostrils as he found his mark, the tip sliding into her.

"N-no!" Victoria cried desperately, more an earnest expression of denial and defeat than a plea. She pressed her hips forward into the corner, but Cyrus matched her movement, slowly pushing forward until there was nowhere for her hips to move.

And then he kept moving forward, stretching her, sinking further and further into her vulnerable body. A ragged cry rose from her lips as she shuddered at the violation, ending in a weak gasp as her opponent's hips pressed against her ass, his full length inside her, ready and able to pump rope after rope of rabbit seed into her. Worse still was the knowledge of what would come next. He could only go out, now, and that meant the barbs. "N-Ngha.. Haaa..." Victoria's vocalizations were desperate and pleading, incomprehensible. A series of appreciative grunts filled her ear as his barbs pricked and pulled at her inner walls, weakening her legs until she was once again sagging into the rabbit's arms, whimpering and squirming. The knowledge that those damn barbs were bringing her deeper and deeper into heat, the knowledge that at this moment, Cyrus had more control over the inner workings of her body than she did, made her humiliation complete.

"Not so tough now, are you?" The rabbit began to pick up the pace, bending his body over Victoria's, pressing her into the turnbuckle so he could hold her in place. "Learned your lesson, kitty? Know your place?" He couldn't hear anything like language in the stream of gasps and moans coming out of her mouth, but he supposed she got the message. He gave her a light nip on the neck, moving both paws to grip her around the waist, and really started fucking her, each powerful thrust rocking her body as she quailed under his assault. Her moans had turned into high-pitched whines now, cut off intermittently as she was pounded into the turnbuckle at a relentless pace. Her exclamations grew higher and higher in pitch as she took his length over and over, rolling waves of warmth gathering in her belly as his barbs dug into her slick flesh over and over until she felt like her body was on fire, her whines turning into mewling calls as the unwilling lynx came around her opponent's cock. He fucked her through the orgasm, her involuntary clenching pressing the barbs even further into her walls.

Victoria could feel the rabbit losing control now, the tempo of his rutting growing messier as he growled possessively into her ear. He traded depth for speed, plunging in and out of her in short, shuddering bucks that had her convulsing in his grip, ears splayed submissively and knees pressed together. Then he pressed in as far as he could go, the tip of his cock just brushing against her cervix as his trembling hips rocked against her ass. There was a brief moment of clarity, between when she realized he was about to cum and when he actually started, when she realized what was about to happen to her. She felt so weak, so vulnerable in that instant, knowing the rabbit was about to claim her womb as his, yet completely unable to stop him. Then she felt him twitch inside her, felt the first powerful throb as he began impregnating her, and she leaned her head back, a long, plaintive mewl of surrender echoing across the ring as she felt her helpless body taking each and every hot, sticky rope of his virile cum, felt the finality of his satisfied breathing washing across her ears, felt the warm buzz of her biological drive to submit to the clearly dominant male behind her wash over her in an unwanted wave of pleasure as she came again, each internal spasm milking more seed from Cyrus, bringing it deeper and deeper into her, where it would have the most potent effect on her defenseless womb.

Spent and satisfied, the rabbit leaned over her. "Yeah, you sure learned your place. Hey, slut, I want you to remember something." He nibbled at her ear, idly playing with her breasts. "The whole time you're swelling with my kits. I want you to remember how it felt like to get fucked by me. How it felt to get held down and bred like a needy little kitten. And," he tightened his grip until she gave a keening wail, clenching weakly against his softening erection. "If you ever think about getting back in the game? I want you to remember that you aren't shit. That the only thing you're good for is putting a litter into, that you turn into a helpless, horny little bitch the second anybody gets their dick into you." He let her go, exhaling slowly as his cock slowly dragged across her well-used hole, and left.

The bell rang, leaving her slumped over in the corner of the ring, staring at the puddle of seed slowly dripping out of her.