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Step into the world of American Keijo, a reinvention of the sport where women fight with their busts and butts in order to claim supremacy in the ring.
Jamie-Lynn Fox dawns the persona of Diamondback and is on a quest to climb the ladder and be Queen of the Ring. Every match will be a battle of strength and skill, against other Fighters who are aiming for the top. She'll be face-to-face and cheek-to-cheek with women of all shapes, sizes, and backgrounds, all entering the ring for their own reasons.
Stay tune for a mix of Keijo-style action, 'Ultimate Surrender' of sexual domination, and wrestling melodrama.
Hi. My name is Karin. I live with my husband, Kuroki, in Tokyo. We work at the same company; I work part-time and he's salaried. The plan is for him to move up in the company and eventually for me to resign and become a homemaker. Once we get comfortable with that, then we'll have kids. Until then, we also take care of our dog, Coco.
I usually just drop Coco off at a dog daycare and pick her up in the afternoon. This works pretty well. However, something happened.
Kuroki: I just won a weekend trip at the Etra Resort!
Karin: Oh my God, that's amazing! That's the most expensive luxury hotel in the country!
But then, something horrifying happened; we realized that the dog daycare doesn't do overnight stays and our trip doesn't include boarding for dogs. So it looks like either we'll have to cancel the trip or I'll have to stay home with Coco. As a last resort, I decided to call my sister older, Azami. She's never been too big of a fan of dogs, but I hoped she'd be willing to help me out.
Azami: Oh, you want me to come over and dog sit for the weekend?
Karin: I know it's kind of a big ask, but I really need your help!
Azami: Well, alright. Just leave it to me.
Karin: You're a lifesaver, Azami!
And so, me and my husband went on our trip. It was like a vacation! But before I could really start to enjoy myself, I got a text from Azami.
Azami: [Karin, it's awful! I went to walk Coco, but she got off her leash and ran off!]
Karin: WHAT?!
I took the car and drove off to find and find her around my house. My heart was racing like a rocket. I was so scared; what happened to my poor little shiba?! And then, while I was in traffic, I got a notification on my phone. I thought maybe it was Azami or Kuroki, but instead, I saw one of my Etrabook fans, Yuri.
Yuri: [I just got the cutest Shiba Inu!]
My heart sank. Cause that was definitely MY dog!
I immediately drove to Yuri's house and then I explained what happened.
Yuri: Huh? But, I didn't just find her. Azami sold her to me.
The two of us came to the same conclusion: Azami lied to both of us. Apparently, Azami said Coco was HER dog, but she couldn't take care of her, so she was trying to sell her off to a good home.
Once we got our story straight, Yuri gave me back Coco. I promised I'd get her money back, even though she insisted I didn't have to. But there was no way I was gonna let Azami get away with this. I drove to my house, forced my way inside, and confronted my sister.
Karin: Azami, you had no right to sell my dog!
Azami: What?! I did no such thing! Coco ran away!
Karin: Don't give me that! Yuri told me you sold her. And you're going to give back the money you swindled from her.
Azami: Nonsense! It's not my fault she tried to buy someone else's dog! Besides, you should be thanking me!
Karin: Thanking you?!
Azami: Aren't you and Kuroki planning to start a family someday? If anything, I did you a favor; it'll be better to get rid of your dog sooner rather than later.
At that point, I was seeing red; I couldn't believe what I was hearing! In a fury, I grabbed my sister by the ear and yanked her over my knee and began to spank her!
Azami: Karin! OW! What are you doing?! OWOW!
Karin: Doing what Mom used to do when you did stuff like this! Now apologize and agree to give Yuri back her money!
Azami: No!
Eventually, I removed her skirt, panties, and grabbed a hairbrush.
Azami: OWOWOWOW! Okay, okay! I'll give back the money! I'll give it back!
Karin: AND you're going to apologize! Properly! And buy Coco a new toy!
Azami: OOOWOWOWOWOW! Okay! Okay!
Azami ended up apologizing for her actions with tears on her face.
I was too tired to drive back with my husband, so I decided to just enjoy the rest of my vacation with Coco. I promised my husband we'd have a proper vacation another day and a date night when he got home.
I intended to do more Etra-Chan spanking art. But like a lot of things, I kept putting it off. This time, however, I mostly just wanted a good story to go with it and couldn't think of one that would be fun and outlandish, yet squarely in the realm of plausibility...that would lead to a spanking.
Azami is perhaps my least favorite Etra-Chan character, though it's mostly cause her English VA give her this screeching, "Miss Fowl" voice and it gets real grating real quick. XD But I still think she's very spankable. If Akane is every brat character put in a blender, then Azami is the embodiment of entitlement. A penny pinching Karen who just would sell her best friend for 62 cents. So I knew I had to draw her being spanked at SOME point.
Winter Schnee gave her master a curtsy, a smile forced upon her face. There was no greater humiliation, at least so she thought. How could her father arrange for her to work as a maid? Her eldest daughter!
'It'll be good for you to know how to act like a proper wife'.
What nonsense! But, Winter kept herself in check. She couldn't allow her temper to get the better of her; not when her father was holding every advantage over her head.
For the moment, at least.
"Why thank you, Winter." Jango chortled as he walked in, lightly waving his hand against his face. His jacket was hanging off of his shoulder as he walked in, his tie loosened and dangling from his neck. "Sure is a warm evening, isn't it?"
"Yes, Master." Winter said, Jango's words flying into one ear and out the other. "Would you like a drink? Since it's so hot?"
"Thank you, but I think we need to address something first."
Winter cocked an eyebrow. "And what would that be, Master?"
"Why, how could you forget?" The older man smirked as he walked to his study. "It's Sunday."
The white-haired maid grit her teeth. That's right; Sunday was Maintenance Day.
[WARNING: Spanking, Maledom, Femsub]
Jango opened the door and said, "come now, let's get this over with while the night's still young."
"Yes...Master." Winter forced the words out as she followed Jango into the study. Most maids who entered here left with their bottoms hot, red, and sore. Winter Schnee was intimately familiar with the study. Despite her reluctance, Winter had never done anything to warrant a punishment of any kind. In fact, far from it; she was highly skilled and exemplary! A model employee! But Jango firmly believes that a good maid needs proper discipline every once and a while; a reminder of what will happen when they begin to slip up.
The older man grabbed a chair from behind his desk and began to set it in the center of the room. As he worked, Winter began to raise her dress. She was unfazed by flashing her employer her white panties and the garters holding up her stockings. Jango took a seat, and like clockwork, Winter draped herself over his lap.
His gloved hand began to lightly tap Winter's bottom as he said, "ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
Jango chuckled, "oh don't be gloomy now, Winter! There's nothing to be ashamed of about a young woman being spanked."
Winter sucked her teeth; how the hell was that supposed to reassure her? She hadn't done anything to deserve such a fate! But, she held her tongue.
She glanced over her shoulder, watching as Jango raised his hand into the air before-
SMACK!
The first smack landed across her cheeks! Winter grit her teeth, keeping her groans down as Jango's heavy, calloused hand began to slowly start spanking her upturned bottom. Winter was quite athletic, her butt was firm and tight. It flattened against Jango's palm before regaining its shape.
Her right cheek stung, followed by a short pause before a second swat struck her left cheek. Pause, and the cycle repeated again as waves of heat went up her spine.
Winter couldn't see his face, but she knew Jango had a dumb grin on his face. It made her furious; how could anyone be expected to remain stoic under such a punishment.
Another swat, Winter let out a painful hiss as her legs began to tremble. She hated to admit it, but Jango had a strong arm and her ass was well acquainted with this fact. Her nails dug into his pant leg as the smacks began to slowly pick up in speed and tempo.
Hot smacks echoed within the room as Jango chuckled lightly. "You're taking it very well, my dear. We'll finish up soon."
Thankfully, these maintenance spankings were short-at least, so long as Winter took them with some semblance of dignity and grace. Her cheeks were starting to turn a rosy shade of pink as her face was equally taking color. Jango's hand landed sharper, faster smacks that left Winter gasping for air. She couldn't help but lightly kick the floor with the toes of her heels.
She wanted to scream. She could feel tears starting to form, but her pride wouldn't allow her to cry or whimper.
And then, nothing.
"Alright, Winter. I think that's enough."
Winter let go of the air she didn't know she was holding. Her legs were shaking and her ass was now a bright, red color behind her white panties. Even if she didn't want it, she took Jango's help as he guided her off of his lap and furiously began to wipe away the tears that had begun to decorate her pale face.
"Th...thank you, Master. For disciplining me." Winter forced herself to speak as she put down her dress and adjusted her.
Jango chuckled, "good girl." He lightly patted Winter's hair, much to her annoyance. "Since you've been such a good maid, take tomorrow off. I think you deserve it."
"Yes, Master. Thank you." Winter nodded, "will there be anything else before I retire?"
"Not unless you mind giving me company." Jango chuckled, but watched as the blue-eyed woman turned to leave his study. "Why, how cold of you." He said, but while his teasing made Winter huff, she knew she was free to walk away.
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As the leader of the party, it's Evandra's responsibility to dicipline her party mates when their antics put the entire party-and often times, the quest-in jeapordy. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it. And tonight, Nixie and Da'Sha are in for it!
So, I've fallen in love with 1 For All; a YouTube comedy series, and was comissioned by a friend of mine to write this spanking fic. So I hope ya'll have fun!
And for all you fans who didn't ask for this...lol, sorry. ^_^;;; But, hey, you don't gotta follow the link if you don't want to~
It was a late evening. Jango usually loved the night. But this night, he was stuck in his study. He hated paperwork; he firmly believed in doing work himself, but his own conviction prevented him from just pushing this off on someone else.
But it also meant that he was stuck in his chair for four hours and now his one good eye was getting sore and tired.
Jango gave a small groan. "Damn. Finally, done." With the last of his work done, he threw down his pen and pushed his papers to the corners of his desk. Never before did Jango feel his age.
The older man sat there, feeling as though his tie was a noose as it hung off his blue collard shirt. His green jacket was hanging over the back of his chair and he was ready to grab it and use it as a makeshift blanket.
But sleep was beyond him right now. He needed to get up and go; he had a schedule to keep and the pilot needed to fire up his plane and take off for India. "Dammit...and at the worst."
And then, the door creaked open.
[Art by Iesupa]
"Oh! Greetings and salutations, Master!"
Penny Polendina gave her master a warm smile as she came into his study, pushing in a cart of cleaning supplies. Seeing her warm face was enough to breath new life into Jango as he sat up in his chair.
"I wasn't aware you were still working. I can come back later to clean the study if you'd wish."
Jango gave a low chuckle, "no, no, it's fine, Penny. Actually, why don't you come in for a moment?"
The maid cocked an eyebrow, but nonetheless, she entered the room. "Should I begin cleaning?"
"No, no." Jango smirked, "actually, just come over here."
"Yes, sir." Penny closed the door and left her cart beside it. She walked over towards her master and asked, "do you need assistance Master? Are you having trouble standing from your chair?"
Through grit teeth, Jango managed to hold back a snicker as Penny moved around his desk. "Not in the conventional sense."
[WARNING! Oral Sex, Minor Musk/Smell fetishism]
Her own green eyes nearly popped out of her head when she looked at the shameless display before her. Jango's cock was fully erect, pressing against his green trousers as though trying to escape.
"Ya see, it's awfully hard to get up when I've got this here." Jango chuckled, smirking at Penny, who's gentle smile was gone. She was now biting her lower lip as she stared at his bulge. Her cheeks were turning a hot shade of red as her hands grabbed the hem of her dress.
"Of...of course." Penny mumbled as she took a few small steps closer. "It would be improper to let you leave the manner while your p-penis is erect like this. Allow me to s-service you, my Master."
Penny knew this was improper; she should've reported Jango the first time this had happened. But not only did he pay her well, but she had gotten addicted to the thrill. It was exciting to wait for these moments where he would so boldly ask her for this.
She dropped to her knees without a second thought. Her hands quickly unzipped his pants and lowered his boxers. His cock sprang free from the fabric and the immediate musk was overwhelming.
"It's...so intoxicating." Penny couldn't help but moan those words as she crawled forward. His powerful musk drew her in, every breath was labored and made her mouth water.
Her tongue began to gently glide up the shaft. She eagerly licked it like a lollipop, lapping up his sweat sliding her tongue up to the tip of Jango's dick.
"Yeah, that's it, kitten." Jango smirked, resting his hand against Penny's head. She purred as she continued to lick his dick, moving in to give a few kisses along his shaft.
Grunts escaped Jango's lips as Penny took in his musk, taking her sweet time to tease his dick. "Don't keep me waiting now, kitten. Can't spend all night playing with you." Penny looked up at her master with a heavy pout. "Now don't you look at me like that, young lady."
His sudden scolding made Penny flinch. "S-sorry, Master. Allow me to repent." Without much warning, Penny popped her mouth open and took in Jango's dick like a python. Without restraint, she eagerly began to bob her head and suck his cock in earnest.
Sloppy sounds of sloshing spit echoed in the room as Penny forced herself to take Jango's dick down to his ball. His cock pushed past the back of Penny's mouth and began to press down her throat. She had done this so often that Penny was quite used to fighting back her gag reflex.
At first, she was going slow, pulling herself up off of Jango's dick, her lips pressing against the head before she began to take it all down her throat again. With each bob, she went just a bit faster, growing more used to taking his cock.
"Yeah, that's it. Mold your throat around my dick!" Jango moaned, clutching at Penny's hair as he rocked his hips. With how hard he was thrusting, he seemed almost determined to fuck the poor maid's skull.
Penny moaned herself; dizzy, as each breath was filled with her master's scent. Her head vibrated with the throbbing of Jango's cock. Eagerly, she waited to drink up his cum, but felt her master stop pull on her hair. Like reins on a horse, he forced her to stop.
"No. Not like this." Jango grunted, smirking as sweat trickled down his brow.
She knew what he wanted. She slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. She panted, a trail of drool falling down and soaking her blouse. Hungrily, she finally reached up a delicate hand and took hold of Jango's soaked cock. She stroked it as hard as she could and as fast as she could, working the sloppy rod with fatigue lust.
And then, finally, he came.
Penny took a face full of hot, white cum across her freckled face. It splattered across her orange bangs and began to stain her blouse and dribble down onto her dress.
Once Jango was finally done painting the ginger maid white, he gave a relieved sigh. "Such a good girl." His hand released her orange locks and he gently began to pet her. She purred a bit, nuzzling into his hand.
In a few short moments, Jango would stop and redress his cock. "I'll be gone for a week or two. Be sure to have my study and the house clean while I'm gone." He began to walk out of the study, leaving Penny covered in his cum.
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Hello, friends. :3
So, in the dead of the night, I felt the urge to write. So, I'm gonna try and make this a thing I do each Sunday. Scarlet Special will be a spanking anthology series.
I wanna try and make this a thing, but, you know, if this is something you're into, then please give it a look!
The rocking of the Kremling Slave ship was enough to lull any kritter to sleep. Under the blanket of the night, with the soft light of moon and stars, Kremlings could rest easy. Especially with their Kong prisoners secure in their cells. For the Kremling Krew aboard, the night was peaceful. By the morning, they'd arrive on Krokodile Island and would be rewarded handsomely by King ; both for delivering to him a competent combatant for the Fight Pit, but also cause they were escorting the freshly captured, and very beautiful Tiny Kong, who'll be yet another jewel for the king of crocodiles.
Save for Captain Kutlass.
He was a Blue Kremling; Kutlass gave a low groan as he sharpened his namesake against the whetstone as he sat at the table of his room. The Captain's Chambers had much more furnishing than the bunkers and rooms that crewmen used, and much better than the prisons the prisoners endured. The Blue Kremline were a rare subspecies of Kremling, larger than most naturally and Kutlass was a large Kremling. Muscles bulged from his body as he sat there in candlelight. Besides his candle was a small device, similar to that of a tablet that was lying beside it.
[NO TRANSMISSION]
Captain Kutlass tried to be calm, but he was anxious. He did his best to just sharpen his sword and not notice the time passing, but he felt he could hear the ticking of a clock that wasn't there. His teeth started to grind against themselves, but he lifted his sword up to examine the blade. If he sharpened it anymore, the blade would be too frail to use. He felt sweat trickle down his neck, waiting for the call to finally come.
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Kutass nearly jumped out of his chair. His heart skipped a beat as his sword dropped to the floor. His blue scales were starting to turn pale, but the sea captain grabbed the tablet and pressed a button. The screen flashed, a green scaled crocodile was staring him in the eye, one eye bloodshot and twitchy. Kutlass could make out the golden crown and crimson cape hanging off his shoulders, but the sole, red eye was all he needed to know who he was talking to.
The leader of the Kremlings; King K. Rool.
"My liege." Kutlass managed to say, giving a bow to the crocodile on the screen. "Captain Kutlass at your service."
King K. Rool's scales were a murky green color. A wide grin began to curl onto his lips. "Good evening, Captain~" He sounded so jovial, but Kutlass knew that the mood of his king could change at the drop of a hat. "Sorry to be calling you so late. It's just that your afternoon report had me so curious. Naturally, I thought I'd like to hear about it personally."
"Naturally, my liege. Of course." Kutlass hated to grovel like this. It was beneath him; even beneath that of an Orange Kremling. But he was smart enough to swallow his pride, as opposed to swallowing his tongue. "Is this about the fox I had mentioned in my message."
"Yes, yes, that exactly." K. Rool chuckled, "you're quite the lucky Kremling, Kutlass. You capture one of the four Kong Apostles that was under my greatest enemy. You smoke out Tiny Kong and her little Kong gang rebellion. And now you're hauling to me more trinkets from the sky and captured the pilot inside. You'll retire a very rich Kremling, my friend."
"Thank you, thank you. Your praise is too much for me." Kutlass said, smiling warmly at his king. It took all of his willpower not to snap his jaws at the screen, but he endured the humiliation. "This 'gift' from the sky, however, the fox. He's a wily one. I do not think this one will be as cooperative as the last one."
"Oh, that matters very little to me." King K. Rool rolled his eyes, "whether he wants to cooperate with me or not matters so little that it's laughable. But your report, the condition of ship looked." A picture of the Arwing appeared on the screen, battered and bruised and within the haul of Kutlass' ship. "Its parts look salvageable."
"That was a ship...?" Kutlass grumbled under his breath, but K. Rool heard him.
"Never mind that!" His sudden snapping made Kutlass snap back at attention. "I don't care what happens to the fox. Feed him to Kritters! Sell him to a Fight Pit! Eat him if you want. But that flying ship; if it's not delivered to my castle personally along with Tiny Kong and Dread Kong, you'll be working in a factory with the Kongs!"
Kutlass dryly swallowed the lump in his throat. The King of Kremlings was still knots away, but he felt as though he was right in front of him, with a clawed hand around his neck.
"Am I clear?"
"W-what?"
"I said 'am I clear', Kutlass?!"
His scales were turning white like a sheet, but the Kremling managed to nod his head. "C-crystal clear, sir!"
"That's good, that's good." K. Rool grew a new smirk on his face, a low chuckle flying from the back of his throat.
"Will...will that be all?" Kutlass asked. He waited anxiously for K. Rool to answer when the ship violently started to shake.
BOOM! BOOM! BANG!
"What was that?!" K. Rool demanded as Kutlass felt his heart bang against his ribs.
"Uh, let me get back to you, sir!" Kutlass hurried to say as he picked his sword up off of the ground. "Y-you know how it is. Duty calls!"
"Kutlass! Answer-"
Against his better judgement, Kutlass had shut off the tablet. King K. Rool was going to chew him out, but that was nothing when compared to the current crisis that was apparently happening right under his nose! Kutlass stormed to the door and forced it open, just in time to see his seamen dashing down the hall past his quarters. Once he saw an Orange Kremling darting by, the large Kremling grabbed him by the throat and lifted the scrawny croc up to his snout.
"What's the meaning of this?!"
"Th-the prisoners." The Kremling managed to choke out as he was literally being choked out.
"Tell me something I don't know!"
"N-no, Captain! Th-they've escaped! I-it's a mutiny!"
Kutlass stared blankly at the Orange Kremling, stunned into silence when he heard that final word. 'Mutiny'. It echoed in his head again and again. He dropped the Kremling onto the wooden floor before giving a loud shriek, piercing the heavens above the ship's roof. "Mutiny?! MUTINY?!"
With cutlass in hand, the sea captain darted through the halls of the lower deck. This couldn't be happening; he told himself that this was just some kind of prank being pulled by his crew. He was swearing to every form of creation that when he reached the top deck, someone was getting the nine-tails! But as he got closer to the deck, he could definitely here that something was happening. Raygun firing and sword clashing was echoing through the ship. Now Kutlass was horrified; was it really a prison revolt?! He was so close to Krokodile Island; K. Rool would have his scales if he sailed up to shore and told him that his prizes had escaped!
Giving a loud kick, he forced his way onto the top deck. His eyes were wide, stunned in silence as he watched the carnage. The Kongs truly did escape their cages! Large Apes were barreling into their Kong oppressors, snatching the rayguns and swords off their downed enemies and promptly using them now that they were armed! Monkeys climbed the ropes and mast, a raygun in each of their hand-like feet as they rained laser fire from above. Swordfights between startled Kremlings and readied Kongs ended when the Kongs disarmed their reptile opponent and ran their razor through their torso.
His eyes were flashing with crimson as he looked at the display. He growled, taking his sword and racing into the fray. The captain made an executive decision as he took his blade and ran it through the spine of a Kong as his scream broke through the crowd like thunder. The first thing on his mind; find Tiny Kong or Dread Kong. He was sure that one of them had sparked this rebellion! The Kremling was sure that if they were dead, then the Kongs would lose their morale! K. Rool would be aggravated at him for not bringing such trophies alive, but at least them being dead would be better than them escaping!
A Kong noticed Kutlass, pointing a raygun at him, but the Kremling captain was quick and able to cut the Kong's hand right off by the wrist. Crimson flashed against his eyes as the hand went flying into the air. Kutlass watched it rise and fall as the crocodile swordsman looked and saw it fall along with the ape that owned it.
Then, he saw her.
Tiny Kong had just cut down a Kremling with her own sword, panting heavily under the red moonlight, blocking another attempt at her life from a Kremling's sword. Sparks were flashing in front of her, but Kutlass couldn't see anything else but her. The noise around him had turned silent. His grimace had turned more sour as he bared fangs, containing his roar and keeping it down to a muffled growl.
He moved swiftly and without hesitation. Dashing for Tiny Kong with his sword ready, prepared to swing it from on high and cut her head right off. He was seeing visions of seeing Tiny's head drop onto the floor boards and roll away like a coconut, but his dreams of grandeur were stopped when a loud 'BANG' cut through the silence of his little world.
A raygun shot! It was fired right at his feet and forced him to back away to evade. Recovering his breath, he looked to where he was sure the shot came from, but didn't see anyone even look at him. Did he imagine it among the chaos? The thought crossed his mind, but then, he looked up. Kutlass watched as he saw the fox from this morning begin to swing down from the mast, raygun in one hand as he continued to fire shots at the Kremling.
Kutlass roared as he backed away, bringing up his namesake and deflected another shot. But then, another blast of hot energy hit his hand. He shouted as he felt his scales boil and he dropped his burning sword. It landed and clanged into the floor boards before the fox dropped from above and landed the sole of his metal foot right in the captain's chest. He lost the air from his lungs as he was knocked onto the floor of the deck.
Landing on the deck of the ship, the fox pointed his raygun at the downed Kremling. He looked at the smirk on the tod's face, which made the Kremling's blood boil. He was starting to see red as this stranger from the sky casually walked over to the downed captain.
"Allow me to introduce myself properly." He spoke, tightening his grip on his raygun. It was hard to hold it; clearly, it was made for hands much bigger than his own. It was bulky, looking like a flintlock pistol that modified and had a tesla tube on its side. For a Kremling, this was a handgun that one would quickly pull out of a holster, similar to his blaster. But for Fox, it was a hand-cannon that was had to get used to carrying around.
"My name is Fox McCloud. And now, you have two options." Fox kept his finger on the trigger as he stared Kutlass down. "Call off your men and surrender your ship. I'm sure you can see that you're losing, so give up now and I'll see to it your life is spared."
"Never!"
With a sudden scream that caught Fox a bit off guard, Kutlass grabbed the sword out of a dead Kremling's hand and threw it at Fox. Taken aback, Fox barely had the time to dodge as his heavy raygun was knocked right out of his hand. It went flying across the ship's deck. Fox wanted to run for it, but Kutlass had already grabbed another sword from his fallen comrade and decided to take out his anger on the vulpine pilot; hopping to his feet, he made another mad dash, but now had his sword prepared to cut Fox to ribbons. K. Rool be damned, he'd be getting this fox in pieces!
Fox, however, was quick and nimble. Kutlass' wide swing cut nothing but air as Fox ducked under the blade. He swiftly did a backflip to avoid another cut of the blade's edge. He landed next town a downed Kong, bleeding profusely as he gave a weak grunt.
"Take...please..." The Kong said weakly, holding up his arm and handing Fox his sword. Fox glanced at the dying Kong, nodding before he took the sword from his limp grip, all while Kutlass was racing after him like an angry bull.
CLANG!
With his knowledge of swordfighting being nonexistent, Fox was forced to imitate what he had been seeing for the last few hours. And with the flurry of sparks and blood, it wasn't much, but he managed to parry the incoming swings of the relentless Captain Kutlass, evading any other swift swings but whiskers on his face. Heart racing, Fox managed to steal the air for him to breath as he continued to evade the best he could. He'd feel himself lose his breath as he watched his jacket get cut up by the cutlass. Every step had to be precise or he'd be losing more than just a piece of cloth, but each swing got closer and closer to turning his green suit red; or, at least, what was left as Kutlass continued to tear it to ribbons.
"Hold still, damn you!" Kutlass shouted as Fox continued to back away. With each swing missed, Fox began to get used to the weight of the sword. As Fox stopped another blow from running scarlet, Fox was starting to tighten his wide arm swings. Learning how to fight with a sword on the spot was something Fox never thought he'd have to do, but he was always a quick study.
Nimbly hopping away from another swing, Fox landed on the railing of the ship. He was short of breath, but so was Kutlass. He was snarling and growling as he pulled his arm back for another wide swing. He roared as he swung again.
CLING!
Instead of meeting Fox's blade, he used his metallic leg to block the incoming attack. Kutlass tried to bring back his arm, but Fox was already swinging his arm down. Blood flew from the Kremling's shoulder blade as he gave a painful howl. He stumbled back, choking on his own screams as Fox jumped right for the crocodile and swung himself, delivering a heavy roundhouse kick to Kutlass' neck. Fox landed on his feet as he watched the Kremling's eyes roll behind his skull as he started to fall onto the floor of the deck.
THUD!
Fox panted, his ears ringing. He was sure Kutlass had him dead to rights, but he survived. He got ready to get back into the fray of the battlefield, but noticed that the fighting had turned silent. The vulpine looked around and saw that all eyes were on him. Kremling and Kong alike seemed astonished by the act of Fox having successfully bested Kutlass in a swordfight. The tension was so thick that Fox could cut it with a sword.
Taking advantage of the silence, Tiny Kong's voice erupted through the night. "If you Kremlings don't wanna end up like your captain, then drop your weapons!" Fox was left to watch as the various Kremlings began to follow Tiny Kong's demands. Fox couldn't help but feel a bit awkward; a feeling he hadn't felt for such a long time. He was being used as a threat; something that, admittedly, should've been something he was used to. General Pepper had no qualms stopping terrorist attempts with the hanging threat of calling the Star Fox Team.
There was just something about how he alien he felt. On Corneria, there were all sorts of people. Fox might not see, well, another fox for days or weeks at a time, but he knew they existed. And when your team consists of a robot and various representatives of the animal kingdom, it didn't matter if he was the lone fox of the group when Peppy was the lone hare or Fay the lone dog. But among these cheering simians and crestfallen crocodiles, he felt more like an outside, more like a merc, than he ever did in space.
But, at least for now, he could rest easy in knowing that the battle was over. The ship was there's and the Kremlings were now taken hostage. Fox was sure that the 'mission' wasn't finished, but the Pilot-Turned-Commando was just happy that he survived through the night in one piece.
