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Both sides were ready to start fighting but positions needed to be taken first before the mediator let everyone loose. Buildings and markets were used as bunkers and hideaways while the participants awaited the signal. Toyle had neglected the extraneous members of his side and mostly told them to head for the objective and skirmish. Jasmaby on the other side of things had organized his troops and rallied them to his cause with plans of attack and more. The spurned fashionista was more organized and more passionate but Toyle had a particular plan that he was betting everything on. Reyes personally had full confidence in the plan but only because his belief in himself trumped any doubt that he might have. Sure, Toyle was a bit flimsy and Neon seemed like more of a tech nerd than an actual fighter but he was on their side and so long as that was the case, the flag wouldn't be going anywhere. Reyes took his time to prepare while everyone else got into position. He drew runes around the area of the flag, making sure to even get the rooftops with his traps that would activate by his aura. When he finished, the runes disappeared and he was left standing at the flagpole with a grin.

"Woof! All those traps you set up gonna go off if I step on any of them?" Asked a voice from behind him.

Reyes turned to see Vivian leaning against the flagpole with a big smirk on her face. He answered with a snort, "Nope! Everything should be fine so long as you're not aggressive toward me. Violently. Guess you can insult me all you want without them ticking off. My own special design."

Vivian chuckled, "Well aren't you impressive! Anyway, if things don't go your way I'll be right here under the ground ready to come out and rock!"

The boost to his ego was nice. Anything that stroked his confidence would only enhance his aura and make his runes stronger. Vivian probably didn't know that, but he accepted the compliments regardless and waved her off as she dug into the ground and covered the hole perfectly. Toyle and Neon weren't too far off, the stripe goat tinkering with her microcat while Toyle pointed out a few things on a map. When adjustments were finished, and a clear path had been outlined by Toyle, a bright light flew into the sky from the center and popped marking the beginning of the WAR.

Toyle and Neon turned their heads toward the light before Toyle called out to Reyes, "Guard the flag! Make sure no one gets that thing. I figure they'll be sending someone in fast and hard to make a quick snatch!"

He gave the pair a thumbs-up as the microcat floated above them and began spreading a light field over the area until they faded into nothingness. Reyes made note of the fact that he could still hear their footsteps but they were gone before any question could come up. The small doubt at the back of his head began to grow but he remembered that he was on this team and that the enemy wouldn't be able to win if they couldn't get to the flag. Toyle's plan was probably going to fail but Reyes would save the day. There would be no problems whatsoever. The WAR began with a bang. Skirmishes erupted through the markets and town with a few dust clouds and smoke marking where combatants had used magic or other means to create explosions and more. Brave viewers stood on the sidelines as an audience while those with more courage wandered the battlefield with cameras hoping to get a good shot and make it big. Normally, Toyle was out there recording and broadcasting instead of actually in the battle so most were hoping for a shot of the big personality getting beaten or blasted. Despite Jasmaby's side being more enthused, Toyle's side seemed to have the stronger common combatants, however, they were equally matched. The ones with power on Jasmaby's side had passion and good strategy while Toyle's side pushed back with pure numbers. Skirmishes were brought to near standstills while property damage kept on going up and the crowds kept on cheering. Both sides were kept on their toes but never able to push back or be pushed. There was only one area down the middle where no one was heading through and mostly it was because no one on Toyle's team wanted the responsibility of facing whoever was defending the flag and everyone on Jasmaby's team had agreed to keep clear of the center as per the captain's orders. Toyle and Neon made their way through the center path so graciously left to them by everyone and did so without disturbing any of the nearby skirmishes. They kept on going until they saw the flagpole standing there with only a nervous Claude standing near it. With a grin, Toyle urged Neon to keep on going until they were almost at the flagpole itself. It was going to be too easy to take the flag. Even if Claude noticed, what could an orange cream puff like that even do?

"Did you forget to add a sound dampening program dearling Neon?" Said a voice from above. Since they were found out, the microcat removed the field and fluttered around Neon prepared for battle while Toyle looked around for the source of the voice. Sitting with one leg over the other at the edge of a building to their left was Jasmaby with a big smirk.

Neon frowned and muttered, "I knew something was missing?"

Toyle scoffed and crossed his arms, "Guess we've got to fight now but you know, we all understand that you're the only one actually going to be doing the heavy lifting. Claude's not much of a fighter and you're there sitting on the sidelines. Too scared to fight us?"

The thistle tiger hummed and rolled his eyes, "I'm practically shaking dear, but I promise you that I am not needed. I had a long talk with our guarding post there and he's more than capable of handling you two." He then called out, "Claude sweetling, I need you to handle this. I believe in you and if you can't, I'm right here to support you."

"Hah! If you think Claude can handle both of us at once, then you're sorely mistaken!" Toyle answered.

Neon shook her head, "I admit, this seems foolhardy even for your standards but we won't turn down a gift from a tacky enemy I guess."

While both of them were making their remarks, seeds skittered to a stop on the ground beneath them. They blinked and looked down both of them thinking of something cocky to say before Claude placed his claws on the ground. The earth began to rumble beneath them, stopping both of their comments as the seeds glowed and came to life as a webwork of roots and vines that shot out and curled around them. Toyle immediately regretted everything he had said while he grumbled and jerked his body to try and get out of the vines but noticed that he couldn't even budge an inch. Neon grumbled and growled while Chip the microcat was suspended in midair by a rather tight layer of roots.

Claude called out, "Are either of you hurt?"

Toyle huffed, "What the fuck Claude?! I thought you were on my side!"

"Um...No. I like Jasmaby's dress and he was nice to me." Claude said while poking his digits together. There were a few choice words that Toyle had to say but Jasmaby had descended and was walking forward with a flaming fist. WAR dampened the effects of particular magic and damage but things still hurt. Things could still hurt a lot and so he closed his eyes waiting for the eventual strike.

When all he felt was a warm tap at his cheek, he opened an eye to see Jasmaby smirking above him. Jasmaby sighed, "Poor little creature. You thought that you had it all figured out. Thought that Claude here was an agent or that perhaps he didn't have the stuff to fight it out. A little encouragement is all he needed to do something right and an assurance that he wouldn't be hurting you. Not to worry though, I won't be hurting you either. Why should I get my claws chipped when everyone else has it covered?"

His cheeks burned, his eyes narrowing as he felt defeat creeping upon him. Actually, he would have preferred it if Jasmaby would have at least beat him senseless instead of mocking him, "If you're going to go on like a windbag about how you've already won then maybe you should think about our defense! And would it kill you to shut up? I'd rather be beaten halfway across the street than listen to this garbage!"

With a sigh, Jasmaby squeezed his chin, "I'd love to break you and trounce you but I promised Claude here that I'd be nice. Not only that but I'm going to save up every little bit of fire I have for a clawstic victory as for your defenses, I sent two very capable creatures after that flag.

Both of you should really learn that overconfidence is not a good look when you can't back it up."

Neon spat, "Neither is that dress b--"

Those words were cut off as flames reflected in Toyle's gaze and a claw flickering with embers touched Neon's chin, Jasmaby muttering, "I did not promise Claude to be gentle to you."

Both Toyle and Neon remained quiet while Claude spoke up, "Um, you could maybe also take it easy on her."

Jasmaby chuckled and withdrew his claw, "You're right. I could take it easy but then what am I supposed to do about all this pent up aggravation? I need to see at least one of these little tasteless pittens punished or I might just blow up the after-party."

Claude looked down, "Oh...I guess that's true."

The fashionista sighed, "Don't look so down trampled. You did a good job so how about this. Give Neon a fitting punishment based on my orders, tickle my fancies and that'll keep me settled.

Toyle did say that battle fuck rules were on and everyone agreed to it, so I think we can make this punishment fun."

Neon's cheeks burned with color while she looked away, the vines making it difficult to move her head while Toyle scoffed, "Are you serious? You'd rather have a nerd like her over me?"

Jasmaby leaned down to plant a soft kiss on Toyle's head that left a heated mark while he muttered, "I'm going to ruin you for my victory party. I've already prepared the first aid."

Toyle clamped his mouth shut, his eyes averting from Jasmaby's gaze while Claude spoke up, "I...I wouldn't want to do anything that Neon would hate or that would be too mean."

"Worry not Claude...She can handle it. Neon is about as durable as Toyle and I think you know about how much punishment Toyle can take."

Claude's cheeks brightened a bit with color beneath the fur while he nodded, "Yeah. I do."

A giggle came from Jasmaby as he took Claude by the arm and brought him closer to the bound Neon, one paw coming out to ruffle Neon's hair, "See this little creature right here? She loves punishment, she loves being pushed around and bullied. Why; being bitten, being clawed, being dragged around on a leash are some of her favorite things! Neon...Tell us, would you hate it if Claude here had his way with you while I directed him?"

Neon's cheeks were burning as she tried her best to look away and muttered. When no one responded to her words she decided to huff louder, "Whatever! I signed up for this knowing the rules so what does it matter if either of you have your fun with me? Go ahead, do your worst. Don't even care if I get Toyle's share of it."

Strong digits gripped Neon's chin and tugged her up hard enough to free her head from the vines while Jasmaby leaned down with a fang-filled grin, "You should care..." The fashionista then took a step back and reached through Claude's skirt to tug and toy with something beneath it before he pushed the piece of cloth down to the ground around Claude's ankles. Jasmaby clutched onto the tapered tip and stroked over it all the way to the crotch, watching as it grew and grew until it was fully erect. It was nearly large enough to dwarf Jasmaby's head and certainly large enough that Jasmaby had to use both paws to keep squeezing on it, "So, Claude. Which hole has you interested today. Do you think Neon's rear could handle this thing? Or maybe we should shut that fat mouth, or how about a good old fashioned breeding? So many choices, right?"

Claude shuddered as his cock was teased and tugged, "Um shouldn't you be the one deciding? So we can punish Neon?"

Despite his voice getting quieter during the second half of that statement, everyone heard Claude loud and clear, Jasmaby's grip growing a bit tighter as he purred, "So then...You'll do what I say? You'll punish Neon to show her how wrong she is?"

The large turf tiger hybrid nodded with a bright streak of cyan running through his cheeks and face, "Y-yeah."

Jasmaby moved to lean against the vines near Neon and he tapped her on the head, "Free this one and grab her hair, make her get on her knees so she can get her mouth working while I think. I have to weigh my options here...Of course, you could break her rear but I don't think we have any lube so, we might have to stick with other avenoles."

Claude grabbed Neon by the hair as ordered while the vines loosened. He tugged her down onto her knees by the hair while muttering, "Is this really okay?"

While Neon did wince, she snorted, "Go ahead and do your worst...Honestly, more worried about what the fat dick of yours can do more than anything else."

Digits pushed Neon's face against Claude's cock as Jasmaby stepped behind the stripe goat and beamed, "Now now, there are so many other things you could be tasting instead of saying, so shut up and get to work. Claude, if she tries to talk then tug her hair and tell her to be a good goat."

Neon huffed and opened her mouth to say something but Claude tugged on her hair while stammering, "Be g-good."

Jasmaby laughed, "Good enough!" His paws then moved down Neon's body, one moving around to the belly as he got on his knees with a hum, "Such a cute body and yet, you have no taste and such a clever mind and yet, you betrayed me."

"Hey, what about me!" Toyle said with a huff.

With a roll of the eyes, Jasmaby sighed, "Can someone please shut him up until the important people are done with business?" A vine wrapped around Toyle's mouth and Jasmaby beamed, "Fantastic! Now, do you see Neon doing anything with her mouth?"

Claude shook his head, "No."

"Then yank her hair and get her lips to the proper position. Tell her what you want." Said Jasmaby with a big smile.

The bright wash of cyan across Claude's face burned just a bit brighter while he tugged Neon's head into place by the hair with her lips at the tip of his cock, his mouth shaking open to say the words, "Suck on it, get your tongue working instead of complaining. You've already lost."

Though Claude's voice got smaller and smaller as he kept speaking, Jasmaby beamed and clapped, "Good job!" When he stopped clapping, he pressed his claws to the back of Neon's neck and kept on pressing until she opened her mouth and placed it over Claude's shaft, "And see? She's obeying! You need only be assertive and confident in your capabilities and things become much easier but be stronger with your tone Claude. You're more powerful than you give yourself credit for and that flower on your head is a match for how sweet you. Strength and compassion. Now that is a fashionable conversation."

Claude tilted his head, "Uh don't you mean a combination?"

"I know what I said, dear. Now focus. Neon here is only doing the bare minimum, how would Mellie handle you? How would you want Neon to handle you with all the control in your claws?" Jasmaby said with a purr.

For a moment, the large turf tiger looked down at Neon. She had the tip of his shaft in her mouth and her tongue flicked out against the bottom while her eyes were averted and narrowed. It was an act of defiance but she didn't outright move away from his touch even when he loosened his grip on her hair. Slowly, he brought both down to grab onto her ears and he shut his eyes tight as he thrust forward and dragged her head toward his crotch. She gagged as about half of his cock pushed into her maw but her paws only came up to rest against his shaky hips while he started to drag her closer and closer toward his crotch. Jasmaby stepped around the large hybrid and placed gentle digits on his back and side, his voice coming out in a purr, "That's it...If she can't handle it then she'll try to push but the real signal is if you feel claws. Make sure you know these things even when punishing traitors. Now, get every inch in her throat before pulling out slowly."

Claude kept on thrusting, the encouraging words and purrs along with the gentle touch at his side and back urging him to keep on thrusting his hips and tugging Neon's head. Her lips kept on dragging over his shaft further and further until her nose met his crotch. Both eyes were shut halfway, goggles foggy and a few stray tears making their way down her face but despite that sloppy state, she did not even try to push away from his hold. A bulge had formed on her throat showing just how far Claude had gone and Jasmaby was about to encourage him to keep going but the large hybrid had already begun to move. His hips drew back to drag his shaft out of Neon's mouth inch by inch. Each portion of his shaft was covered by thick drool connected to Neon's mouth by strings. When the tip popped out, Claude grabbed the stripe goat by the shoulders and lifted her up in the air. His mouth pulled back for the first time to show fangs as he held Neon up with one arm around the body and grabbed her leg to spread it while he pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy. Everyone's eyes went wide as Claude dragged Neon down almost every inch of his shaft causing her to gasp and Jasmaby to grin. Up and down he dragged Neon over and over again while the stripe goat cried out and bleated, cheeks flushed with colors, eyes fluttering as pleasure struck her again and again. Each thrust that took him in as deep as he could go bulged against her abdomen as if his cock were punching within her. Jasmaby could see that he had lost himself in pleasure and wouldn't listen to instructions anymore until he blew a load but he figured that by the sound of it, Neon didn't care too much about that. Still, it wouldn't do to have Neon worn out too much before the after-party and so he thought of something to make it a bit easier on Neon.

The thistle tiger brought himself behind Claude and down onto his knees to push the wild hybrid's tail up in the air and spread his rear. He nuzzled that puckered star and brought his tongue out to drag against it before dipping inside, stimulating the lustful behemoth while encouraging him to keep going. Claude's efforts began to double as his hips jerked forward to slam his cock deep inside of Neon's pussy. His throbbing member continued to grind against those tight inner walls, stretching her further and further until it became easy to slam inside. Both of her paws had come out to try and clutch onto Claude's shoulders so she could hug onto him for dear life. Each thrust seemed to carry more strength than the last, pushing and jerking Neon up but never enough for her to escape Claude's grasp, not that she would want to. She had her chin set on his shoulder with her face buried against his neck in the hopes that no one could see her drooling crooked grin stretched across her reddened face. Despite attempts to be as indifferent as possible, Neon was the first to climax, her insides tightening and her digits squeezing on his shoulders tightly while she failed to contain a gasp that turned into a sharp moan encouraging Claude to keep on going. Jasmaby had been so nice to him, had told him that he could capture anyone that came to steal the flag without help and it had been true. If Jasmaby told him that he could do this too then maybe he could do it with all of his strength, maybe he could let loose and show Mellie what he could do too. Such a thought had his hips jerking forward even faster, like a feral beast in heat. That silver tongue of encouragement that granted him confidence was on his rear and he was very aware of that fact. The warmth spread through his rear as he felt that tongue dipping inside and swirling, pushing deeper as gentle digits at his tail and rear kept him spread. With a grunt, he leaned over and found himself no longer able to hold back. His arm around Neon squeezed tight while his paw at her ankle kept that leg spread as rope after rope of cum began to pour out from his throbbing cock. It struck her further spot and continued to pool there, staining and tainting her insides with his seed while the tongue at his rear kept on lapping away. It almost looked like Neon was getting fatter from the constant stream of cum pouring inside of her, her stripes becoming more pronounced as pumped her full of his warmth. When he was done, he pulled out with a wet and sloppy pop, Neon gasping and writhing in his arms until he set her down, his chest rising and falling. As Jasmaby got up to congratulate him, he grabbed the fashionista by the back of the head and leaned down to connect their lips.

The kiss lasted for a heated minute, tongue dipping inside of Jasmaby's mouth until he realized what he was doing. He let go of Jasmaby and gasped, "I'm sorry! I...I just got a little--"

Jasmaby purred and placed a paw on his chest, "Shhh. You did fine. That strength of yours is an assistance. I'd be glad to have it anytime and I'll have to ask Mellie if I could borrow you for a day. You shouldn't be scared of your urges either, you should learn to control them and cope with them. Now, how did it feel?"

Claude smiled a bit and looked down, "It was kind of nice."

The thistle tiger chuckled, "Good. We'll have to practice like this again sometime and hopefully, you won't go so wild that you can't hear me again. I have much to teach you."

"I...I look forward to it but um, shouldn't we worry about the WAR?" Claude said with a small frown.

Jasmaby shook his head, "Not at all dear. I have two of my finest on the assault team. Toyle's not the only one who can make plans."