Pride Pummel Plummet


Written by Septia.


Time crawled to a halt before Urbi's eyes; the leopardess senses picking up the reflection from every metal pane decorating the bar, every drop of liquor casting glares of amber into her retinas. She felt the presence of the crowd that had gathered for the spectacle – their cheers veiled by neon in the distance. However, these inputs faded away, as her senses funneled to a single point: the closed paw, cents away from her crotch. -Kkdddtwwwwmt- The paw crashed into the bottom of her leotard. The meat of her snatch recoiled into tremors from the fist, as the knuckles burrowed into her sinew, casting a shock wave that sprinted through her nerves, numbing sinew in its wake. This was but the vanguard, for as the fist fully connected, her lap flared. 
	“Fhbfg-gaarck.” Urbi hawked, reflexively spitting out a ring of saliva from contorting lips, as the ache pounding through her pussy blossomed its tendrils to constrain her body. One step stumbled backwards. 
	The assailants paw withdrew. Her mind processed her surroundings once more, getting a bearing through the pain. -Swwwwhhtp- Then she saw the other closed paw piercing through the air, curving from below, straight up underneath her… -Ddmmttwwp- -Scchhrrrrth- The pummel rammed in through her cheeks – buns plying and distending around the blunt instrument arching for her rear canoyon, though it didn't stop past her cheeks. Her leotard screeched in strain as it warped around his knuckles, cratering as the paw drove its way. -Crsrth- -Drnrnggsh- The fabric cried whilst her bowels thrummed in ache from the fist burrowing in through her, gradually distending each segment of her colon flat and raw. Her senses attempt to ground herself through the ache proved futile. her feet rose off of the ground, and gravity plunged the fist further up her rear hatch, as the assailant hook uppercut her into the air. Her domed gut protruding with the vague contours of the fist skewering her. As she rose up towards the ceiling with a cacophony of crackles and Urbi's ass sloping onto the arm, with her aching crotch -Crrlptths- smacking into the bicep. The tension grew as the fist only forced deeper, the nylon fabric rippling until -Crrrkkrkrrsth- it ruptured under the pressure. Tears splintering through the fabric as he quacking brim of her pucker, her black suit r's front rebounding with a snap, flapping up at her front and over her shoulder, exposing her abdomen, warped and bulging around this arm.
	“Fmf mgg phtthcoaaa.” After the first hit her lips remained open, discharging another volley of spittle, thin ropes after the initial strike depleting her supply, her mouth left dry with vins of drool arching past her lips. Her eyes wide, eyelids fluttering and jaw contorting at the onslaught. The nerve-lining through her sinew tautened and conformed to the bulk of the man's muscles. A piercing singe which unfurled into in intensity as it spiked through the ‘cast’ of the assailants arm, what had once been her rectum. 
	“Ghr-ghaabr…” She haweked, coughing with wheezes of ache interspaced among her squeals. She stared at the face of the raccoon dog below her, caught in his charcoal eyes and blacker grin. 
	“This all you had to show for ya self?” he spat. Deimos opened his paw, digits stretching out to pry open the deep reaches of her hatch, eliciting heaving grunts from the leopard, and finding something solid to grasp. “Almost sad to see a kitty that thinks she can stand up to a proper beast. But, it is a pleasure watching one realise her foolish pride just shaved off another coupe of her lives.” The canine declared to the amusement of he crowd. 
	He hoisted her up, seeing Urbi begin to squeal, before letting his arm go limp, and the leopard toppled backwards onto the billiard table. -Chrhrwtbsh- -Srrchtt- -Chhrhsts- The ivory balls beating into her back and knocked out to bounce on the table edges, one squeal interrupted by another. 
	“Gbrh sahwha.” she groaned. 
	The dog withdrew his arm from her brim, tugging it back in chunks to see her frame jostling in response. -Chhrrlsptshs- He pulled his paw free through the clasping rim, and in his clutches holding the an orb of mock onyx, with a tether on the end leading back in her rear. 
	“Phaha, kitty seems to like getting her ass stuffed, just look at what this whore was stashing,” he called out. The dog grabbed the end of the ball with both palms and -Chhrrlprhplprhptlhptl- reeled it back. The whole line of anal beads rippledthrough her aching brim, leaving her trembling and wringing on the table as the beads cast a splattering of lubricant, breaking into a hail of sparkles. 
	“Pathetic, but I had to put a stop to your prancing about. Were you really in a brawl with me, or was the skank fumbling for a dropped earring? Pha, or a dildo your loose snatch couldn't help but belch out.” 
	Urbi quivered, her claws digging into the wood as she tried to keep stable. Her body reverberating with a sardonic ache from the excavation of her anal beads, a few humps of her crotch detailed a bloat warping downwards along her toso… -Chrrlpstsh- her pussy lips pried apart over a prickled surface of tangerine, the dimpled skin of an orange wedging through the framing of her twitching crotch purse. 
	“Phahaa, the latter seems right then, you couldn't help but cram yourself with produce?” The dog snereed and beared his fangs. He swiped down, fangs clamping the into the fruit, piercing its skin and squeezing out the acidic juices into her pussy, as he took abroad chop and plucked it from her snacks. 
	Urbi wailed, paralyzed in ache with her limbs spassaming, thrusting her crotch up in vain to cast off the searing juices. 
	The canine chomped through skin and meat of the fruit, sampling this opponent's liquid lust as the cream on of his victory. Deimos took a step back from the scene, he let his eyes roam over the contours of the leopard; her body trapped in the stark luminance of the billiard table's lamp, her shadow sharp underneath her, marking the outlines of a murder scene. Though the victim was the feline's pride. 
	Her coat laid brilliant in a soothing citrine tuscan, dressed in the markings of her species, though in this state her coat's fur was ruffled with tangles. The warping sullied what would be a regal pattern. Her attire was a contrast in saturation, the black lace leotard formed to cover up her torso, but now it laid in tattered folds over her shoulder –  a flag torn down from its his high stature, and thrown in the dirt. Urbi's abdomen now laid exposed from the dark veil, pale pearly fur matching her exposed posture. 
	“You try to play tough, kitty,” Deimos said and leaned down to her side, “it doesn't suit a bitch a like you.” He stared into her face – one pupil following his movement, the other hidden under a pained lid. The ears that had stood on end, proud and firm, now sloped back along with her head, erratic twitches and flicks, flailing up whilst she sucked in breath trough her teeth. Her fangs, the front ones were polished meticulously, but past that he saw chipped molars, this had not been her first loss. 
	“On a losing streak, ain't ya?” He asked her. 
	Urbi's muzzle scrunched up, her striking pink nose bending, nostrils flaring as she heaved in a creaking breath. “You f-fight dirty,” she wheezed. 
	“Whoever left a fight clean?” Deimos said and stood tall ones more, sauntering around the billiard table, collecting the balls she had knocked off course. “Drinks are on this this jerk-off,” Deimos called out to the continue to the jubilation of the bar patrons, before he turned back to Urbi, “as agreed.”
	She didn't like that. Fur spiking on end, as if she had thought he would grant her pity. 
	He let his eyes trail over her form, she was sculpted soft, though her curves plentiful. Her stomach jutted out, without the aid d of the suit one could see the arch of the plumped midriff, A hill of soft marshmallow. Her waist kept under control even with her suit torn, and her thick buffeted with plush padding filling out the valley after her hind.  Her rear itself had looked firm, though without the suit holding it up, the pale yellow cheeks sagged with afternoons of guilty snacks. Hers was not the body of a fighter. This was more akin to a deer caught in the headlights. 
	“You thought I was going to let you off the hook,” Deimos asked and clutched his grasp of her pastel hair, tugging her head up so to meet his gaze above, “you really don't have any energy left after that? If you don't agree with the result then show me better, huh?” he taunted. 
The leopard merely squealed at this, wheezing through clasped teeth, wringing her head to be free of his graps. He let her slump back onto the table. 
	“Pathetic.” He went back down, to where her legs laid splayed apart, crotch are and leaking. “So sorry for ending your fun back there,” Deimos said and let a digit caress from the top of her crotch, wandering down to the pucker, “let me make It up to your aching, whore pit.” He plucked up the billiard ball marked one, shoving it up towards the pit, the force cratering the brim inwards, swelling around the orb. 
	The ache send tremors and spasms through the leopard's frame. 
	As she squirmed he crouched down to her level watching her from her lower profile, seeing only her legs and arms quivering as he's stuffed the ivory orb up her rear, -Schlrlrt- -Crlrltch- smacking in the next one that bumped into the first with a satisfying clack. 
	“This is more your pace,” he assured the former combatant, burying his muzzle down into hat her snatch, lapping broad strokes over the warped lips, licking up the slit to paint strokes of drool into her snatch -Shrrllptsh- -Shrltsp-. He felt her thighs convulse, throbbing for ache and shuddering from pleasure, the odd moan thrown into her the complaint so her grunts and squeals as he bathed her birth canal in spittle. Her meat hot to his tongue, slick from lust that gummed onto his taste buds. -Cllrlrth- He clacked in another ball, stacking them up into her colon, broad, wide lumps getting swallowed up past her brim, stacking in a bulging tower that bloated out her bowels. The improvised anal beads keeping the strain from the hook that decided the match nourished and lingering. 
	“Mfmmfs, keep this up bitch, just a few more left. Who is a good, frail little kitty?” Deimos snickered between laps. 
	He heard her attempt a comeback now and then, “Fyou fmmgs, can't jsutmf spghs.” Though it was interrupted by wheezes, coughs and moans, the canine letting his tongue gexplore the reaches of her love cunt canal. 
	“Just a few more, easy for a cunt like you to scram in, we are up to five now…” he said and shovelled the next ball onto her tailhole, which warped and spread tto frame the sphere and thrust it out, but another -Cllrtk- was already there to continue the congaline contorting her insides. 
	The leopard wept in her throes, splayed helpless in the middle of the bar, leaked sweet nectar into her opponent's maw. 


~ 1 ~


”W-what are you. Ffmm rngs… doings…?” Urbi huffed as Deimos heaved her up and over his shoulders, walking towards's door. The chill of twilight caressed her as the door depend out over a scenic view of light bugs ordered up in rows and columns off into the horizon, each light a window into one life in the bustling city. 
	Deimos walked out on the balcony, towards the edge with the steel bars fencing off the balcony from the emptiness below. 
	“D-don't do anything stupid-. Aaawaaha-.” Urbi cried out as Deimos heaved her over the edge, her senses shocked away forcefully, as she felt the rush of air in the free fall. But it only ever taunted her, as her crotch slammed own into the beam, leaving Urbi doubled over on the balcony, with her plump hind jutting out up to moon the town below. 
	“A cat thinking she could stand a chance against a whole-blooded canine has no ground to lecture someone on stupid decisions…” He wrapped his arm over her back, holding her snug to his side. “You wouldn't wanna struggle too much, we are past fifteen stories up. Then again, I have heard you pussies always land on your feet. Though, you've already proven yourself incapable of that. So what does that make you, a mouse?” 
	Urbi bit her lip, ears sloping backwards as she focused her weight forwards, stuck in Deimos's embrace. 
	“I don't think I know just how much a of a slut you are, so much you couldn't help but stain your pussy even after getting pummeled. And this,” he reached out to clutch her gut, digits sinking into the firm flesh. “It is a pitiful opponent so desperate to get something stuffed up her ass she constipates herself for days,” he grinned and ground his kunckle into the stomach, “those beads make for a handy plug if tucked dup deep enough.” 
	He watched her turned up face him with a countenance warped in exhaustion and anger. 
	“See, you know it too, bitch. You are so full of it, you reek…,” the raccoon dog said and reeled his arm back, in a moment his clenched fist, barreling into her gut -Bbrrwnn-Chhrt- his knuckles trudged into her exposed abdomen, warping grooves around his digits the slam vibrating through her body and a creak of her rib cage echoed through the leopard's head. 
	“Mfmpfah ahghss,” she heaved out, her bowel compacted under his jab and contorting the bulbous guts to cast bolts of ache through her organs. 
	“You like that, bitch?” he whispered in her ear, tugging her tight again before rocketing his fist into her, striking the iron while it was hot -Bbdddwwwrhthp- the already aching patch of skin grew red in the hard hook.
	Urbi bounced on the precipice of the balcony from the aftershock, her bowels contorting around the strike, knotting her stomach. 
	“Fmf pawhaa,” she heaved out a humid breath, the tension she'd built up fading in the wake of opposition. 
	“How are those billiard globes doing in there? Huh? Enough for your worthless ass? Or did you need the whole pole jammed up there?” Deimos heckled, reeling back, grinding his knuckles into her stomach, pushing upwards towards the rib cage. He feelt the resistance of bone against his white knuckles. “But I can help you out with that.” Deimos grunted and wringed his fist about in her gut once more, to slowly coil his arm back. He focused energy through his arm, gather and calibrating energy to wreck havoc on the pompous bitch. 
	“This is what happens when a foolhardy kitty believes in her own hype,” he whispered into her ear, keeping her at the precipice over the abyss, as his fist arched into her, delivering all the force the canine would muster. 
	-Chhdddwtwwhhhddm- The impact knocked her up several deci into the air, only Deimos's grasp around her keeping her from toppling over the edge. The fist dug deep into her abdomen, concaving her stomach and squeezing her organs, so they -Sqhelsllschsgs- shuffled together under the impact. -Srprhrhrpstlps- -Sppsrlths- Moist pops echoed from out over the city as Urbi's pucker discharged a volley of billiard balls. The compressed force launched them out as hail to disappear in the fog below. 
	After the upswing Urbi felt nothing other than the shock of free fall, then the tremors began, white pain rippling from Deimos's fist embedded into her stomach – dropping a boulder into a lake. Her guts sunken in to swallow his fist, the feline's eyes bulging out and her tongue shrilling out of her face with a smattering of horrified spittle. The force behind the strike seeped into her vains, invading her bowels. After being launched up by the thrust of the first, her body had nowhere to go but right back down, gravity barreling her back into the mercy of the fist, striking in swinging  her into the same impact, the aching sinew screaming as the ache of battered musculature sprawled like vines through her form. 
	“Ghhg. Ghsh. Shah… uarhasgf…” Urbi squealed, slumped limp over Deimos's fist, her pupils rolling up, halfway covered by her lids, as her frame sloped still from the impact. 
	All Deimos could feel was her chest rising and quivering, so close to his fist. 


~ 2 ~


“Look at that, so broad and loose now,” Deimos mumbled as he hooked his digits into around Urbi's brim to easily make their way in and spread the pit open to a gaping pit, tunneling inwards through the warped, contorted bounds of flesh. “We'll clear you out I soon enough,” Deimos said and brushed her tail out of the way from her cheeks, leaning down and caressing his paws along her frame, feeling out brushing under her chest just as he heard a -Grrbrlrlrlgsh- growls brewing within her. 
	Her brim clutched together, pinched to a point and throbbing bout and in, slowly the crackling within brewed anbroiled through her insides -Chhrgrgrsltshs-. Until the brim begun to protrude. The pit swelled outwards into a bud, her faint shudders coursing through Urbi's body as her pucker pa began to peel back over, in a smear of congealed porridge. Her brim unveiled a stretch of auburn, filling out the entire frame of her rear. But it only kept engorging… -Crlrlstch- Her pucker creaked as it engorged around the slab of dense muck, the manure growing as wide as her wrist. Urbi's pucker pumping and twitching as it spraweled around the oncoming mire. Once the tube began to eek out of the leopardess's pit, its girth matched her leg, bending out from her rear in an arch to crawl downwards. Its form was riddled with fissures, all of which reached but surface deep, giving the extruding tower of mud the texture of being sketched by graphite, rather than the ridges having any effect on the structure of the uniform tower of coagulated mortar crawling its way from her cleft. The mound had enough girth to crowd up against her cheeks, warping them curved around its bulk. The leopardess's brim contorging, getting dragged along the surface, gliding across segments of bowel lubricant and getting snagged on other matted patches that made up the week's worth of constipation bulwark. 
	Deimos watched through the balcony's glass panes, the tree stem of a trunk wedging its way out of Urbi's depths. “That is about the sort of trash I'd expect you'd have cooped up in there,” he mused. Deimos peeled down the loosened leotard from the feline's chest, and letting the modest jugs slough free from their tattered bra. “Other parts of you, might just be alright." He leaned in, tongue first to coil around her nipple, guiding it to his lips. The canine massaged the teat with his tongue as he planted his lips securely around it. With the first suckle, a stream of warmth grazed his tongue. He let out a warm coo, his other hand grabbing to massage her left breast, kneading it into his pad whilst nursing the tepid cream from her breast. 
	-Sffllrs- The teet, with but a little stimulation, began to lactate, drippling thin rivers of pale alabaster down his paw. Her nourishing milk matting his dusky into matte coal. 
	“Mfms, it would be laughable to bet fig to clobber you in combat again,” Deimos mumbled as he let go of the breast, lapping over the leaking nipple so it springs back after a brush of his tongue, “but I wouldn't mind sampling you again,” he admitted and buried his muzzle in her chest slurping up thick whipped milk. It seemed to have no importance that Urbi want conscious for his backhanded compliment, or that she was ejecting an ever growing bale of manure over the balcony. 
	Urbi's rear kept the tube steady, the solid pillar of clay bile oozing from her haunches, passing her feet on its journey downwards. Its girth keeping her pucker strained and taut, as the batch of gunky loam draped down the building. Thin veins of phlegm drippled along its surface, tainted dark brown through its journey over the filth before dripping dropping out of sight from the end of the mound. The breath of the bale strained her brim, which eeked along until it was set into a throb from the weight of the sloping manure. The throbbing traveled down the length, swaying the dense muck into a swing down the bottom, which in turn coursed back through the mound to scooch the feline's rear to and fro on the precipice of, schooling to and fro, cheeks warpindwarped aisde for the bulk to careen its way through. In a while, one couldn't see the end of the brown spear – piercing past perception. 
	-Chrhsths- Urbi's cheeks quivered, clamping, pucker contracting… -Chrhrlsrsths- and cut trhough  a soft spoot in the mound, chomping off the length, just enough for its wear to rend through the rest of the muck. The pillar sliced through with the splutter of driving a stick into a swamp. With that, the bale fell out of sigh, the mammoth girth plummeting towards the earth – where it would wreck its own kind of havoc. A last heave of Urbi's bottom disgorged a final clump of filth – mimicking the pinched end of a sausage – and thus left her brim yawned into a stale gape. Twitching, flinching, yet unable to contract after the deluge of filth. 
	-Shhrrlst- -Schcmpop- Deimos smacked his lips off of her breast, dewdrops of milk hanging down his muzzle. 
	“Better off now than you were before the fight,” he scoffed at the limp feline. He reeled in over the edge, letting her collapse n the ground, faceplanting into the balcony, with her knees propping up her gaping ass towards the sky. The pit gaping with her brim slack between twitches.
	“A brash, loose, slut. But your ass can handle a lot, I'll give you that,” he teased as hand let his a claw rooved the splayed rhind, “could make for a hot dick sock,” he continued. The dog then rose to his full length brushing off leaked milk from his arms. “Shame I don't do cats,” he concluded. Deimos rejoin the light of the bar, leaving the stray out to learn her lesson. 


~ 3 ~


Jolly works full time within the Hodegras building, an accounting manager coming to terms with moving to a crowded city. But, as a diamond in the rough is beginning to shine under some pressure and polish. Jolly, however, was about to have a bad morning… 
	“W-What happened to my Car?”