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"Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is 'No!'" Leon whispered as he and his compatriot hid behind some crates huddled against the wall of the brothel.

"Com'on man," Rodger whispered as he smacked Leon's shoulder with the back of his hand, "Think about it: we nearly have enough to buy each of us one of those girls to have our way with, just gotta swipe some more gold from one of these dumb cats."

"And what if we get caught? You know these types don--"

"Shhh! I think we have a target."

A tall, well-dressed tiger headed their way. It was clear from his emerald tunic and, what appeared to be, high-quality leather pants that he was man of wealth. Rodger made note of the sack of coins tied around the tiger's belt. [i]Looks weighty, but I know how stupid tigers can be; maybe he won't notice.[/i]

Rodger huddled closer to Leon. "Ok. You distract him while I get the goods."

"Ugh, fine. But how?"

"I don't know!" Rodger tried to keep his voice low. "Something. Anything! Make a show if it if you want!"

Leon peered over the crates, noticing the tiger was just about to pass them. He went with the first idea as he shooed away Rodger, hoping he'd make his way around without detection. He stood up, backed up, then kicked the top crate into the street as hard as he could, making it break open and spill out its contents. That only made things awkward, as the crate was filled with carved, well-polished, phallic-looking devices made of wood or stone, pearl-colored ball strands that appeared too big and spaced out to be jewelry, flogging devices that looked like they were unable to tear flesh at all, bottles of clear, gooey liquid, so of which broke upon hitting the ground, and several strands of rope. What's worse was that the tiger just noticed all this too late and stepped on one of the phallic devices, making him topple forward.

[i]Ooook, was not expecting that, but I'll take it![/i] Leon darted out from behind the crates and knelt by the tiger, holding out a hand. "Hey, you ok...sir?"

The tiger growled and started to get up, batting Leon's hand away. "I'm fine! I don't need help from the likes of you!"

Leon held his had a moment after getting it smacked away. "Ok. Geeze. Just trying to help."

"Besides! Who leaves all...this," he waved at the contents in the street, "lying around and out in the open." He sighed as he brushed off his tunic. "I mean I don't mind making things interesting too, just keep it in the bedroom," he said in a low voice.

While this went on, and while Leon kept trying to stall the tiger, Rodger approached from behind while trying not to look suspicious. He made sure not to trip over the contents himself, wiggling his fingers as he tried to think of how he'll nab that sack of gold without detection. He glanced around and behind him; no one else yet, though he figured if anyone else did see they wouldn't care. Silently pulling out a small knife, he inched closer and closer to the pouch, then started to cut away at the small string. It was then he noticed how close he was to the tiger's tail, and he was thankful it wasn't swishing about too much. He knew he still had to be careful not to let it touch him.

[i]Come to papa...[/i] Rodger quietly slipped the pouch away from the tiger and began to sneak away, making sure not to trip over the contents behind him. He was about to slip behind the nearest building when the tiger happened to glance towards him, his eyes widened in surprise as he pawed at where his coin pouch used to be.

"Stop! Thief!" He roared as he reared on Rodger, instantly crouching on all fours lunging towards the human. But as soon as the tiger did, he slipped on a one of the phallic objects and scrambled to get back up and continue the chase.

Leon darted around the other way, hoping to meet up with Rodger on the other side of the elongated building and maybe try to hide away in a cellar. He did meet up with his partner in crime by crashing into him, which knocked them both on their asses and sent the sack of coins flying. As they both scrambled back up to their feet and looked for where the pouch landed, the tiger loomed behind Rodger and grabbed him on the back of his shirt collar, lifting him off his feet.

"You think you skin bags can get away from me, huh?" He snarled in his ear. He looked to Leon as he held a claw to Rodger's throat. "Give me back my money and I won't hurt your friend here."

Leon fumbled around and reached for the pouch, but he still held onto it. "S-Sir. L-Look. W-We were just looking for some fun, you know? W-We heard we could purchase some gorgeous and strong girls, at least for a while."

The tiger glared at Leon, his claw inching closer and closer to Rodger's throat. "So? Why should I let [i]you[/i] use [i]my[/i] hard-earned gold just so you two meat bags can get your rocks off?"

"U-Um...because you're a nice guy?" Leon shrugged and gave a nervous grin, still holding onto the pouch.

The tiger just stared blankly. "Good try. But no." He was about to cut Rodger's throat clean when a dominating, female voice came from the building they ran around.

"Let him go, Mikhail."

All three looked towards the voice. It came from a lithe, fit, dark-brown rat girl with several ring piercings on her left ear. She only wore leather straps along her left forearm and left leg, and a leather collar with straps that made her naked breasts stand out. She leaned against the door frame that lead into the brothel, arms crossed and covering her breasts.

"Do you not see that--"

"Trust me," she cut him off, "I heard it all. Brothel walls ain't all that soundproof, remember?"

Mikhail dropped his claw, but kept Rodger aloft. "Well, I'm not letting this whelp go until his friend here gives me my money back!"

"You're the richest man in town! What's a few missing gold pieces to you anyway, hmmm?"

The tiger growled low and tossed Rodger on the ground. He took a moment to calm himself before continuing. "So...you two perverts want a good time, huh?"

They both nodded and stood back up, though still uneasy about what Mikhail would do to them.

"Follow me. And keep the gold; these ladies ain't cheap. They specialize in, shall we say...quite physically demanding services on their part."

"Wh-What do you mean by that?" Asked Rodger.

Mikhail caressed the rat girl's shoulder and looked back at them. "You'll see." He winked at them before heading inside, groping the rat girl on the ass, to which she smirked back at him before heading inside as well.

Timid at first, the humans followed Mikhail and the rat. But once they entered, all their nerves and fear drained once they saw what was inside the brothel. In fact, it looked more like a training barracks or dojo instead. Many of the slaves inside could be seen punching and kicking at long, leather, cylindrical bags mounted on posts in the ground, working on grappling moves with training dummies in one sectioned off area, or sparring with each other in a couple roped-off combat rings. Several of these slaves appeared to be older and watched as the others trained; every so often, they could be heard giving tips or shouting commands at the trainees. The inside looked well-used, but taken care of. Its occupants, aside from the three men, ranged from completely nude, aside from the sparring gloves some wore, to wearing a loincloth or leather straps like what the rat girl wore. All of them wore an ear piercing of some kind, ranging from simple studs, to barbell piercings, to multiple piercings; only a few could be seen with nipple piercings or bellybutton piercings. Unlike the town's inhabitants, the minority of the slaves were feline, whereas the majority were a mix of rats, rabbits, and foxes.

The rat kept walking further into the brothel, not once looking back to see if the men followed as she observed the trainees. Meanwhile, Mikhail closed the door behind them and looked down at the two humans. "Now can you guess why these ladies aren't cheap?" He smirked.

Rodger and Leon both grinned. "Y-Yeah, I mean...wow, um..."

Mikhail glided behind them and crouched, putting both his arms around each of the humans' shoulders. "These ladies specialize in hand-to-hand combat, for anyone's own pleasure, of course. You can pit one or several against each other or take them on yourself. Whatever kind of fight you want them to do, it will be one [i]hell[/i] of a show." He then stood up, though kept his paws on each of their shoulders. "Now. Let's get you boys acquainted with the owner."

As the tiger guided them around the edge of the main training room, the humans couldn't help but stare at the sight of the tough women training hard. Many were fit and well-accustomed to the training regimes, while others appeared to have recently started. Both their faces reddened and could feel themselves stiffen in their trousers, yet Mikhail shoved them onward and up a short flight of stairs. It was then they noticed how high the ceiling was and the balcony overseeing the facility.

Once they reached to the opposite end of the balcony, Mikhail shuffled in front of them and knocked on an aged, wooden door.

A gruff voice bellowed from the other side. "Yeah? Whaddya want?"

"You know who it is, Ratimir," the tiger stated.

They could hear a wood-on-wood scraping noise and indistinguishable mumbling on the other side. The door flew open to reveal a grey, scruffy lynx who was just shorter than the humans and much shorter than the tiger. His clothing wasn't as bright and vibrant as Mikhail's, nor was he dressed as orderly either. His longer cheek tufts frazzled on either side of his face, unlike the groomed, shorter ones on the tiger. Leon and Rodger were both surprised at the fresh pine scent emanating from his office and from himself, despite his shaggy appearance.

The lynx glared at the humans, then to Mikhail. "Com'on Mike," he groaned, "Ya gotta stop buying out my stock!"

"This will only be a rental; one night only."

"Why don't you go play with these uh...um," he stammered as he motioned a paw towards the humans, "You're...whatever these two are instead."

"Actually, these two gents are the ones interested." The tiger slipped behind the humans and nudged them forward.

"Uh, yeah; that's us," Leon stammered.

"New customers? Well why didn't ya say so!" The lynx exclaimed, slamming the door behind him. Even though he was shorter, he too put both his arms around the humans' shoulders and guided them back down the stairs. "Let's get you boys familiar with the girls, eh?"

As the three of them past Mikhail, the lynx glanced over to him and gave him a wink and a sly grin before leading the humans back downstairs back into the large training area.

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As per the custom with renting or purchasing slaves, Leon and Rodger were allowed one night of pleasure with whichever girls they chose at the Tiger Tail Lounge, the local tavern in Koshachiy. In Ratimir's mind, allowing a customer to have one night of revelry and pleasure with their chosen slave or slaves allowed them to bond with one another on a personal level, especially if his girls are used to fight for others' entertainment.

The midday sun shone through the window of humans' room in the tavern. Leon was sprawled on the queen-sized bed, naked and passed out with his white rabbit girl cuddled up against him. Rodger was also naked, but was lying face-first on the floor while his red fox girl was passed out in a sitting position against the bed. The heat from the sun brought out the musky smell of the room that was mixed with the smell of booze and sex.

Leon was the first to stir, grumbling in annoyance as the light shone right in his eyes. He opened them and looked over to his rabbit girl, just barely waking up as well. She too was naked, but, unlike the rat girl, she wore no leather straps and only had two stud piercings at the base of her left ear. He gently petted her back and head as they both woke.

Meanwhile, Rodger was still passed out, face-first on the floor, but his vixen woke up as she felt the gentle rustling from the other two on the bed. She rubbed her eyes and noticed her master still asleep on the floor. Licking her lips and grinning, she crawled towards him and pounced on him, her naked breasts squishing against his bare back. She too was fully naked and had the same style of piercings as the rabbit girl, signifying both as newer, younger slaves.

Rodger groaned as the vixen jumped him, to which he turned his head back towards her as best as he could. "Well, this is a nice wake-up call." He tried to get up, but the vixen playfully attempted to keep him pinned to the floor.

"Com'on Master! I'm sure you're able to take on a little fox like me." She giggled and pressed her weight on him.

"Oh yeah?" Rodger flipped himself over to break the hold, then got on his knees as his vixen did the same. Ever since he first saw her at the brothel, he liked her fire and passion; she never seemed like one to back down from a fight or a night of fun.

As the two play-wrestled on the floor, which is what they did the night before, Leon straightened himself up and pulled his rabbit closer to him. Neither of their slaves had any visible muscles, but they sure showed how strong and enduring they could be from the night prior. He gently petted her legs, the same ones that nearly crushed his head while they play-wrestled on the bed, the same ones that might as well have locked him in a triangle hold as he went down on the rabbit. That was what Leon fell for when he saw the young rabbit at the brothel, and he sure as hell felt their power last night.

Neither of the humans cared if they had a handful of gold pieces left after paying the rent for their fighters and their room, and after buying vast quantities of mead, vodka, and various other alcoholic beverages. They had the whole day to their slaves until nightfall; that's when they would have to meet under the brothel for fight night. Until then, the humans and their slaves continued to party well into the late afternoon until it was time for them to leave the tavern.

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Numerous lanterns fully illuminated the underground arena beneath the brothel as the four men and their slaves entered, the humans' with their white rabbit and red fox girls, and the felines with their brown rat and Arctic fox girls. Both the white rabbit and the red fox appeared young and not all that muscular, and sported two stud piercings at the base of their left ears; this signified them as newer, younger slaves inside and outside the brothel. The rat and the Arctic vixen were both veterans, both in pleasuring sexual needs and fighting. They wore several ring piercings on their ears, on one or both nipples, and in their navels. They both wore leather straps on one forearm and leg, but the rat also wore a leather collar with straps that curved under her breasts, making them stand out more.

To the humans' surprise, the underground arena appeared more rustic and cheap compared to the facility above. Tightly packed sand covered the entire floor and in the middle was a large circle marked off with a thick rope on the ground. Surrounding this were four sets of tiered, wooden, stadium-like benches that were close enough to give just enough room for owners to move around the ring as their slaves fought. Whether these were here for authenticity or an actual audience, Leon and Rodger were unsure and were too caught up in the anticipation to be bothered to ask.

"So," Mikhail said as he slapped Rodger on the back and leaned towards him; he happened to be standing closest to him, "First off: Welcome to The Sand Pit! Our very own private arena for our girls!" He announced while he gestured with a paw. "Creative name, I know. Anyway, hope you boys have some money left over from partying with your girls last night, because we're gonna make this a little more interesting."

"Wait," exclaimed Leon, "I thought you said we'd just watch our girls fight?"

"Ha! What fun is there in that without putting something on the line?" The tiger scoffed.

Rodger looked to Leon, both of whom have an arm around their slaves' waists. They both just shrugged and looked back at Mikhail. "Alright. What'd you have in mind?"

Ratimir chimed in this time. "Mike and I were talking earlier and came up with two options: one," he held out his index finger, "we bet however much gold we want, you know, the usual, and whoever wins gets richer. Afterwards, we all go on our merry ways. Two," he said holding out another finger, "if you win, you boys can keep the gold and be on your way to wherever it is you come from. But if we win," the gruff lynx gave a crooked grin, "Me, Mike, and all four of these lovely ladies get to enjoy watching you two skin bags fight naked."

The humans' eyes widened in shock.

"Wh-What? Com'on now; isn't that a little much?" Rodger protested.

The rat girl they saw earlier stood next to Mikhail, arms crossed and a coy smirk on her face. "I'd think it'd be fun to see someone else fight naked for a change. Wouldn't you agree, Mikey?"

The tiger put a paw to his mouth, as if pretending to be deep in thought and looking them over. "Hmmmm...yeah."

"Don't worry Master! I'll fight hard for you!" The vixen exclaimed out of nowhere. She squeezed Rodger tight and kissed him on the cheek before jumping into the ring. She stood straight up, exposing her naked body for all to see as she flexed what little muscles that were visible. "So! Which one of you wants to go first?!"

"Hang on there, kiddo," chuckled the Arctic fox, "Let the old cat explain the rules to our visitors first."

"I'm not old!" Ratimir exclaimed with a sigh. "Anyway. To our guest who may not know, the rules are simple: get knocked out or be the first to cum is the loser, and dirty tactics are allowed in the fight. Since this isn't a one-on-one match why don't we have, say, a tag-team fight?" He looked to not only the humans and their girls, but to the tiger and the other girls as well for approval, all of whom nodded or murmured they wanted to go with that. "Alright then!" He clapped his paws together. "You want to take on the pup, foxy?"

"I've always enjoyed coaching her, but I've never had a chance to fight her in The Sand Pit before." She glared at the other fox with a smirk, as she met up with her opponent in the ring. The Arctic vixen was noticeably more muscular than the red vixen, though was about the same height and with the same decent breasts. She had on leather straps on one leg and forearm, like the rat girl, and her right nipple and naval were pierced, along with a few ring piercings near the base of her left ear. She glared at the younger fox and cracked her knuckles. "This should be fun."

The younger vixen took a fighting stance and smirked. "Bring it on old hag!"

"You're going down, pup!" The Arctic vixen wasted no time threw two left jabs at her opponent, if only to see if she's improved her speed.

The red vixen managed to block both of them, but yelped as bare knuckles hit her arms. She growled and flicked her tail as she charged low towards the older vixen, grabbing tight around her waist and lifting upwards to toss her on the ground.

"Ooo, nice one!" Rodger cheered.

"Arf!" The older vixen hit the ground hard with the younger fox on top. But with the red vixen's position on top of her, she immediately got her legs around her waist and grabbed for her head to hold her there, occasionally punching at the red vixen's head close to her breasts.

"Yeah! That's it!" The lynx cheered. "End it quick for her!"

The red vixen grunted and squealed at the attacks to her head and getting pinned against her opponent's body. Her arms flailed about, trying to hold the other vixen's arms down but also attempting a few head punches herself. Soon enough, she managed to get her head out of the Arctic vixen's grasp and leaned up as much as she could with those legs still around her, keeping those arms pinned to the ground.

"Whatcha gonna do pup?" The older vixen taunted.

She started panting, but managed a grin. "This!" While keeping one arm pinned down, she reached for a breast and gripped it hard, pinching the pierced nipple while pulling upwards.

"Oooo, ouch," Leon commented.

"Aaaaahh! You...bitch!" The older fox couldn't keep her legs around the red vixen's waist; she was too focused on prying away the paw torturing her breast.

The red vixen noticed she could move easier, so she took the opportunity to sit on top of her opponent's noticeable abs. "Hehe, shouldn't have let go, honey." After adjusting her position on top of the other vixen, she tortured the other breast in the same way, pulling as hard as she could.

"Aaaaah! Aaaaah! Nnnnnggh!" The Arctic vixen gripped around the red fox's wrists tight, desperately trying to force them to let go. As much as it hurt, she wasn't giving it her all; she could feel herself start to leak from the pleasurable pain. But she didn't want to lose to this pup, and this was a tag team match. She growled then screamed, throwing several right hooks to her opponent's cheek.

She instantly let go upon the first strike to her cheek, but the rest kept coming at her one after the other. She tasted blood in her mouth as she swiped at that swinging fist, but was soon knocked off and toppled to the ground. She panted and held her stinging cheek, using an arm to support her body as she wined, feeling dazed at what just happened.

The older vixen wasted no time and scrambled to her feet, hissing as she held her breasts. She glared down at the younger vixen and kicked her square in the abs.

"Arf!" She instantly balled up in a fetal position, coughing as she held her softer abs.

Rodger was left speechless after seeing all what just happened. Leon was also in shock and was nervous about what would happen to his rabbit girl.

Meanwhile, Mikhail and Ratimir were screaming their heads off as they cheered on the older vixen. "Yeah! Finish her off foxy!"

The Arctic vixen looked towards the felines, not at all worried if the younger fox will get up anytime soon. "One more thing first, good sirs, then..." She grinned as she looked to the rat, "She can take over."

The rat simply crossed her arms and smiled.

She then turned back towards her opponent, still cradled on the ground trying to will herself to get back up as a few drops of blood dripped from her mouth. The Arctic vixen tried to ignore the pain in her breasts and flipped the younger fox on her back, letting her arms flop to her sides. She backed up some and stuck out her elbow, letting herself drop it just above her opponent's naval.

"Gaahh!" The younger vixen tried to curl up as much as she could with the older vixen on top of her, but the pain to her stomach was amplified with her opponent's weight on top of her. She coughed as she turned towards Rodger, traces of blood staining her teeth and lips.

She then laid perpendicular on top of the younger vixen, resting her arms and breasts on her stomach, her tail casually swaying. She too looked at Rodger and smiled. "I'll admit, you boys picked a good one here. Kid's got a lot of fire in her and knows how to fight dirty." She began to tease the red fox's pussy, though kept her attention on Rodger. "But she needs work; her pain tolerance sucks." Still teasing the fox under her, she looked towards Leon. "Let's hope your bunny fairs--"

Just then, Rodger charged towards the older vixen.

She was about to get up, but only saw a blur of her tag team partner shoulder-charge him in the side. Next thing she knew, she saw Rodger on the ground with the rat girl standing above him, her foot pressed down on his chest.

"Owners aren't allowed in the ring during fights. I'm sure Ratimir or Mikhail mentioned that to you boys already." Her tone was commanding, dominant. It made Rodger wonder who was [i]really[/i] in charge of this place.

Rodger just gritted his teeth, wanting the rat to stop crushing his chest. "Yeah, fine, whatever. Now can you get off me, please?"

The rat girl pressed on his chest one more time before removing her foot. After she waited for him to get back up and return to his side of the ring, she looked to the Arctic fox, still teasing the younger one's pussy. "Finish her off quick. The rabbit's mine."

"With pleasure." The Arctic vixen went slow at first, but quickened her pace, her fingers gliding in and out as she pressed against the younger vixen's clit.

With as much pain as she endured, the red fox managed to moan and squirm, her pelvis thrusting upward as she felt herself getting close.

"Yeah, that's it foxy; just let go," the older fox cooed. She began to thrust in faster and harder with her fingers, feeling the younger fox's pussy tighten around them.

While this was happening, Rodger and Leon kept forcing themselves to not grope at their hardening bulges; they knew their blushes were noticeable, despite seeing one of their slaves lose horribly and forced to orgasm. The rabbit girl faired no better as she felt herself leak and tried to resist pawing off right then and there in front of her master.

The felines stifled a chuckle as they watched the humans and the rabbit girl resist relieving themselves.

The younger vixen moaned and screamed, thrusting her pelvis upward and gripping against the ground hard. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh...f-f-fuck! Aaaahh!"

Right when she orgasmed, the older fox quickly removed her fingers, letting the younger fox squirt a bit from her orgasm. She put her fingers in again and rubbed hard, then released once she felt the red vixen about to squirt again. She kept up this pattern until she figured the younger fox had enough and got off her.

"One down; one to go." The Arctic fox exited the ring and patted the rat girl's shoulder. "You're turn," she cooed with a grin.

The rat girl looked to Rodger as stepped over the edge of the ring. "Get her outta here and send in your rabbit, skin bag."

Rodger scowled at the rat and knelt next to the red vixen, standing her up and aiding her out of the ring as she stumbled.

Leon looked to the rabbit with a worried look on his face. "Are you sure you'll be able to handle her?"

She nodded. "Yes Master." Without another word, she too entered the ring and was soon met up with the rat girl.

Both combatants stared each other down, though the rat was significantly taller and more muscular than the rabbit. Their breasts were pressed against each other's bodies, both sets approximately equal in size.

"Let's get this over with; I have no desire to fight a rookie," said the rat as she looked into the young rabbit's eyes.

"I'll fight hard for my Master," replied the rabbit as she glared back into the rat's eyes.

"We'll see about that." Immediately, the rat girl grabbed the rabbit tight around her waist and planted a deep kiss on her lips. As she began to grind her pussy against the rabbit's leg, she was surprised to find how strong those muscles were, which only turned her on even more.

The rabbit's eyes widened, but she soon sunk into the kiss, purposefully pressing her leg against the rat's pussy as she felt it get wet. She caressed the rat as well, simply enjoying the moment, despite being surprised they haven't attacked each other yet.

"I...don't think I've seen her start a fight this way before," Mikhail murmured.

"Yeah. Doesn't she usually go with a test of strength or a slam right off the bat?" Ratimir asked.

"Something of the sort, but I ain't complaining; still hot to watch."

"Agreed."

The rat moved a paw over one of the rabbit's breasts and gave a firm squeeze, forcing out a moan from her. She then teased the rabbit's pussy with a leg and soon jammed a knee straight into it while breaking the kiss.

"Eeeep!" She instantly locked her legs together after the impact to her nethers, leaning against the rat as she doubled-over, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

With the rabbit still in her grasp, the rat grabbed the back of her head and forced her face between her breasts, locking her in there. She ignored her opponent's protests, feeling the rabbit's fist pound against her arms, paws clawing at her back, desperate to break free. "You like that little bunny?" She teased.

"Mmmff! Mmmmmfff!"

"I guess not." After letting the rabbit get a face-full of her breasts, she shoved the rabbit backwards and followed up with a quick jab square in her nose.

She hardly had a moment to breathe again and re-adjust herself when the rabbit saw brown knuckles coming straight for her face. She fell on her ass from the impact, rubbing her nose and staining her paw with blood. But she didn't have a chance to get back up; the rat did it for her. She screamed as the rat pulled her up by the hears and grabbed at her opponent's arms. More tears formed in her eyes as she scowled at the rat.

"Awww, bunny can't handle a lit--ooof!"

The rabbit gave a swift kick to the rat's abs, but that wasn't enough to force her to let go.

She snarled. "I'm not gonna let you g--ooo!"

Another swift kick to the abs.

"That's it!" She let go of the rabbit's ears and shoved her back, knocking her to the ground again, and instantly jumped on top of her, sitting on her stomach. The rat then threw a fury of fists straight for the rabbit's face, while also throwing a few punches at her breasts. All the rabbit could do was block; the rat left little room for an opening in her attacks.

"She's a goner," Ratimir commented with a hint of concern.

Mikhail just stood there with his arms crossed, wondering how long his slave will keep this up.

Meanwhile, Leon covered his face with his hand. After how the first fight went, he knew he and Rodger lost this bet, whatever it was; he was thankful that the red vixen jumped in before they decided on anything. Rodger was mainly concerned with his vixen slave, who sat on a bench nearby and was still woozy, and hardly payed attention to what was going on in the ring.

The rabbit couldn't keep her arms up for long and soon took the full brunt of those knuckles hitting her face and breasts. Her head spun, her face and chest felt numb, and she could hardly see out of one eye. Eventually she felt the weight of the rat get off her, taking a deep inhale as she gasped for any air she could get.

The rat loomed over her, paws on her hips as she looked down at the rabbit. She winced at her bloodied face, swollen lip and cheek, bruised breasts, and swollen eye, but the sight never bothered her. She then pressed her foot on the rabbit's stomach, even though she wasn't making any attempt to get back up. "Now, I'm gonna finish you off properly. But first." She gave another swift kick to the rabbit's pussy.

"Aaaaah!" She instantly closed her legs again and held both her paws in her crotch, turning sideways and then on her stomach along the ground in hopes to protect her front.

"Awww, you're not gonna show me your beautiful face?" She rolled the rabbit back over with a foot and grabbed her by the ears again, forcing her back up just enough where she would be eye-level with the rat's pussy. The rat wasted no time and thrusted the rabbit's head between her legs, wrapping her arms around her waist.

"Awww yeah. [i]This[/i] is what I want to see!" Mikhail exclaimed.

The rabbit was too dazed to make any attempt to stop her opponent; the best she could do paw at the rat to hang on. Before she knew it, she felt herself being swung out from between those legs, soon facing the wooden ceiling. She barely had time to register how high the rat lifted her before feeling herself fall and then--

A booming "Oooooooooo!" echoed among the few audience members who were paying attention to the match, though by now it's just been Mikhail, Ratimir, and the Arctic vixen.

The rat stood over her knocked-out opponent, pressing her foot on the rabbit's stomach while crossing her arms. She looked over to the humans, though Rodger was the only one who barely payed attention to the fight while Leon still held his head in shame. "That, boys, is how it's done." She smirked and got off the rabbit, heading back towards Mikhail with slight sway in her hips and tail.

Leon moved his hand aside and found his slave girl. He instantly ran towards her and knelt next to her, scooping her up in his arms to carry her out of the ring.

Rodger pointed a finger towards the tiger. "You two cheated us! Didn't you?!"

Mikhail stepped forward like he was about to charge, but the lynx pushed a paw against him. "Now, now. It wasn't [i]our[/i] fault you picked the inexperienced slaves. That was all your doing." He removed his paw from the tiger. "I hope you boys have enough gold left over."

"We never made a deal!" Yelled Leon as he petted his knocked-out rabbit.

"Yes and no," Ratimir explained, "We [i]did[/i] give you two options, but thanks to [i]your[/i] slave," he pointed at Rodger, "The deal wasn't made official. But it's time to pay up boys! What's it gonna be? Give up the gold? Or strip down and fight for our entertainment? You're choice." He smirked.

The other three on the felines' side began chanting. "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The red vixen hobbled up to Rodger, despite feeling sore and tired from her fight, and got up right to his ear. "I've fought for you; now you fight for me...human," she whispered, "Show that other skin bag how much stronger you are than him." She pulled away and smirked, eventually starting to take off his shirt for him.

Rodger batted her away and put his shirt back down. "No! I'm not doing that!"

"Oh, didn't you know?" The fox began, "When us slaves lose a fight, we are automatically reverted back to Ratimir's ownership; I mean, he [i]does[/i] own the brothel after all."

"What!?" Exclaimed the humans simultaneously.

"Me, I just enjoy fighting, win or lose. Now lil' miss punch bunny over there," she pointed to the knocked-out rabbit, "She just likes getting freaky with her owners and us slaves; honestly, she has no interest in fighting." She put a paw under her chin. "Come to think of it, I think she [i]enjoys[/i] getting the snot beat out of her." She shrugged. "Eh, we all have our kinks I guess."

Leon couldn't believe what he heard. His rabbit girl, with her powerful legs, sexy body, and unnatural stamina, lost on purpose! He looked to her, then the younger vixen, then gritted his teeth at Robert. "You said this would be a good idea!"

"How was I supposed to know we'd get cheated!?" Yelled Robert.

Leon felt his blood boil. "Why don't you use your brain for once and THINK!? Oh wait! You don't have one!"

Rodger charged at Leon, both their chests pressed against each other, staring each other down, their faces hot with anger. "I just wanted a good time for once! But nooooo! You didn't want a good time! You just wanted to live a boring-ass life!"

"I wanted a [i]simple[/i] life! Not one full of robberies and lies!"

"Same difference!"

"You really thought it would be a good idea to steal from the richest man in this town!"

"How was I supposed to know that?!"

"Hey idiots!" Yelled the rat. "Why don't you just fight it out like civilized people?"

"Gladly." Rodger instantly took off his shirt and tossed it aside, heading into the ring. Without a word, Leon did the same. Both humans appeared toned, fit, but as bulky.

"Ah ah ah," uttered the lynx, "Aren't you boys forgetting something?"

They could both feel their faces flush red, but were too angry at each other to care much about decency. Eventually, both humans were naked and noticeably getting aroused, ready to square off for the felines' and slaves' entertainment in The Sand Pit.