A perfectly pedicured white paw flicks upward, you try to follow it, but you can't keep up and you're unable to block it as it flies between your legs and knocks your tiny grapes into your throat. The force of her groin kick actually lifts you up off the ground, where she effortlessly holds you on one leg, before quickly switching and kicking you with the other. She flicks back and forth, kicking you with a total of five nut-busting kicks before dropping you.
"Oops, I think I gelded him," Felicia laughs. The cheering grows louder.
Agony overwhelms your body and nausea fills stomach, you're unable to stop yourself from puking all over the map. Felicia's paw presses against your head, pushing it into your pile of vomit and smearing your muzzle into it before she delivers a hard right kick into the side of your head, sending you tumbling towards the ropes.
Cheering rings in your hears, accompanied by the low, hissing laugh of Felicia as she approaches you. You bring yourself up to your knees, still clutching your battered balls, before she grabs you by your shoulders and forces you, belly first into the pole. Using her long arms to hold you down, she repeatedly smashes her knee into your ass until you could feel your tailbone throbbing.
She leans in, putting her chin on your shoulder and whispers, "Don't lose that spunk yet cowboy, we've still got plenty left to do for the show..."
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