"RAINA!" a voice bellowed, causing Marc's ears to ring.
Marc froze in place. His new mistress's room was right around the corner, and from the sounds of it, there was quite the commotion going on. Nervously, Marc peered around the corner. Dominique was standing just outside Raina's room, pounding on the door and screaming her lungs out. Marc gulped. Dominique was one of the cruelest fighters in the league. Destroying men was her hobby! It was even rumored she could do magic. It was odd though, Marc had seen her before and she always had kind of a gothic style to her, but her current look was a complete 180. Instead of a red mullet, her hair was pink and in pigtails. It even had flowers in it! Instead of black clothes, she wore a golden sundress. The mystery of her appearance was quickly solved by her next bout of ranting.
"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE YOU FLEA-BITTEN COYOTE! I SAW YOU! YOU DID THIS TO ME AND NOW YOU'RE GONNA PAY! NOW COME OUT HERE AND FACE ME LIKE A WOMAN!"
Marc's heart was pounding in his ears. He did not want to go out there, not with a magic man-eater erupting like a volcano. Maybe he could sneak away and come back later.
"Boy, some people just can't take a joke," a chipper voice whispered in his ear.
Marc nearly leapt out of his skin and almost screamed but a white paw that encompassed his head, silenced him.
"Easy there, friend," the voice said. "No need to raise a ruckus and alert tall, not-so-dark, and angry."
The hand spun him around and he was face-to-face with a gigantic coyote, who was leaning down to match his gaze. Her fur was bright gold, except for the paws of her hands and feet which were white. Her long pink hair was done up in a ponytail. The coyote wasn't quite as fat as some of the other fighters in the ASL, but she was still massive compared to Marc. She was pear-shaped, with her gigantic ass at least five times as wide as him. She wore a light green top covered in a floral print, which showed off her prodigious breasts. She smiled widely.
"Name's Raina," she said. Before Marc could question how she got out of her room, she forcibly shook Marc's hand and crushed it in her grip. Marc managed to turn his cry of pain into a barely audible squeak.
"Honestly, though," she said, "I thought Dominique would be happy with her change in wardrobe! Before she looked so down and dreary, now she's a pleasant ray of sunshine! Ah well, some people are just so unappreciative. Shame. But I'm sure you won't be such a stick-in-the-mud, Marc."
"How'd you know my name?" Marc asked quietly, still terrified of the enraged hippo nearby.
"Stole your wallet," the coyote said nonchalantly, holding his wallet up between two furry fingers. "God, you had bad acne," she said, inspecting your driver's license.
"What?!" Marc said is a hushed, hurried voice. "Give me that back!"
"Sure thing," she said, dropping it into Marc's hands. "It's pretty worthless now that I've taken out the cash, credit cards and book club membership card though."
"You can't--"
"Sure I can!" she said. "I'm you're new boss, what's yours is mine! And you're mine too, technically, so it's not like you can forge a formal complaint. Now--"
"YOU CAN'T HIDE FOREVER, YOU STUPID MONGREL! MEET ME FOR A SURVIVAL MATCH AND I'LL FIX YOUR MANGY HIDE GOOD!"
Raina sighed and rolled her eyes. "What say you and I move this conversation somewhere more peaceful? I've set aside the whole day to play with my new toy, and I don't want Domi spoiling them before they even begin! Now, better hold your breath."
"Wha--"
Raina grabbed him and shoved him in her cleavage. One minute a struggling human was visible, the next her boobs concealed all sight of him. The only sign of him from the outside was the jiggle of her breasts as he squirmed against them. Raina began skipping down the whole, somehow not making a sound, leaving her oblivious nemesis behind her.
"I just know you're going to be my favorite toy, Marc!" she said. "I already have so many games in mind for us to play!"
Marc dreaded her frequent use of the word toy, but all he could do was wait for her to get to her destination and free him from his sweaty prison.
Where was she headed?
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