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It shows how Carel got beneath the feet of the devious Combagal Nyarai. While Carel tends to meet and fight many martial artists, he has a hidden perverted side that gets him in situations like this when it comes to female fighters. Anyway, I hope you like the story.\n\nArt and Nyarai belong to [iconname]Kagemusha[/iconname]\nCarel belongs to [iconname]Rocksmasher[/iconname]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This is the story version of my previous submission. It shows how Carel got beneath the feet of the devious Combagal Nyarai. While Carel tends to meet and fight many martial artists, he has a hidden perverted side that gets him in situations like this when it comes to female fighters. Anyway,  I hope you like the story.

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", "writing": "[center]At the Feet of a Combagal[/center]\n\n\tIt was an eventful evening for Carel. For today, it was time for his bimonthly talent hunt. While his older brother took care of the gym, Carel would travel around the country trying to meet fighters and athletes across the country to help him improve his fighting style and fitness course for his gym. Today, his brother suggested he visited a place named Tendonchi and to go further into a red light visit wearing his best clothes. The name of the place was Club Nighthawk.\n\n\tCarel felt alien using anything other than his sports clothes, but he decided to follow his brother’s advice for the sake of meeting his target. He put on a tuxedo, formal pants, and dress shoes inside his motel room earlier in the evening and then entered Club Nighthawk without a problem.\n\n\tTo his surprise, it was a hostess club. Every female in the room was exquisite and wearing her own unique ensemble to attract male attention. Each of them was attractive…and deadly, for every one of them was a Combagal. He didn’t know much about them, other than they were female pro-wrestlers with unique styles of combat based on what his brother told him. His mission was to find and spar with one of them. The problem was to decide, which of them was going to be his sparring partner.\n\n\t“Welcome to Club Nighthawk! How may I be of service?”\n\n\tCarel turned around and saw a cheetah woman with a friendly smile on her face standing next to him. She had golden eyes and pearly white teeth. She was wearing large golden earrings on her black tipped ears and an emerald collar on her neck with sapphires ending at her breasts. Her ensemble was a purple dress that had strategic openings that revealed her cleavage and her hips. The dress was cut at the waist and shoulders to show her long shapely legs, her well-defined arms, and her bare hands and feet adorned by golden rings. While every woman in the club was a beauty, Carel found himself thinking of this cheetah as a goddess.\n\n\t[i]She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.[/i]\n\n\t“Hi, my…my name is…Carel,” he clumsily introduced himself as he extended a hand to her.\n\n\t“Hello, Carel,” Nyarai warmly took his hand with both of hers. “My name is Nyarai and I am a hostess of Club Nighthawk. Would you like to take a drink with me?”\n\n\t“Yes,” Carel accepted once he saw her smile at him. \n\n\t“Can you tell me about yourself, Carel?” Nyarai crossed her legs and folded her arms, putting all of her attention in him.\n\n\tCarel, successfully fighting his urge not to look at Nyarai’s legs, stared into her eyes and spoke. “I work at a gym a state away,” he spoke, using facts to sound normal. “My brother visited here some time ago and suggested I give it a visit.”\n\n\t“Can you tell me your brother’s name?” Nyarai asked in curiosity. \n\n\t“His name is Drega,” Carel answered, hoping his brother didn’t do anything stupid to get him in trouble.\n\n\t“Never heard of him,” Nyarai shook her head with a pensive frown. She smiled as she focused on Carel. “But I want to hear more about you. What do you do at the gym?”\n\n\tFeeling like it wouldn’t hurt to say more about his personal life, Carel spoke about how his parents helped him to fund his gym and how he’s been trying to expand on it by making it into a spa and a training facility for martial artists. \n\n\t“That sounds like a marvelous idea!” Nyarai exclaimed with a clap of her hands.\n\n\tHearing her approval, and seeing that she was the only female with whom he had been speaking the entire night, Carel made his proposal. “Nyarai, would you be my sparring partner?” he asked her in a whisper.\n\n\tNyarai’s eyes widened at the question. “What did you say?” she questioned as her eyes narrowed from his query.\n\n\t“My brother told me that all the hostesses here are Combagals,” Carel spoke in whisper and then removed a large stack of money from one pocket of his pants. “I consider this a good training experience to develop myself as a fighter. I am even willing to pay for the lesson. You’re free to say no if you don’t feel like it.”\n\n\tNyarai didn’t even bother to look at the money. She just smiled at him. There was something different on her face though. Her eyes were glimmering and her smile was wider than the previous one. It felt more genuine. \n\n\t“Let me talk with my manager Shun about it,” Nyarai stood up from her seat. “You stay here and wait for me.”\n\n\tCarel did as he was told, watching as the cheetah went to talk with a well-dressed middle aged cat wearing glasses. As Carel waited, he felt a heavy presence, as if he was being watched. He turned around and noticed that he was being watched by a bat lady, who shook her head at him in quiet disapproval. He heard a giggle and noticed a couple of hostesses pointing and laughing at him. His eyes wandered and he recognized more reactions from different hostesses. Some of them had pity, others were making a private bet between themselves, and another gestured him to call her next time.\n\n\t[i]Did I make a mistake?[/i]\n \n The expressions that the other hostesses were showing him had awakened that treacherous thought. He didn’t feel that way. He knew that Nyarai was more skilled than him anyway and that choosing any other Combagal wouldn’t have made any difference. \n\n\t[i]So why are they worried?[/i]\n\n\tHe couldn’t ponder on that thought as he felt a hand touching his shoulder. As Carel looked up, he realized that it was the manager Shun that Nyarai told him about. Next to him, Nyarai was waiting, carrying a purse on her right arm.\n\n\t“Good evening,” Shun smiled politely as he waited for Carel to stand up. “My name is Shun Gonfano. I am the manager of the Nighthawk.”\n\n\t“Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Gonfano,” Carel shook Shun’s hand.\n\n\t“How is your brother?” Shun asked politely.\n\n\t“You know Drega?” Carel asked with concern. Living with his brother and hearing his stories taught him that most people who met him when he was younger always had a grudge against him in the present.\n\n\t“We met during the early days of Club Nighthawk,” Shun spoke with a nostalgic tone. “He was a nice kid. Loved to have fun, but lacked control. So I had to ground him from this town until he learned it.”\n\n\t[i]This guy’s dangerous.[/i] Only a menace was dangerous enough to keep his older brother from doing what he wanted. Deciding that he didn’t want to get on Shun’s bad side, Carel decided to mend some bridges.\n\n\t“Don’t worry, Mr. Gonfano,” he reassured him. “I am nothing like my brother.”\n\n\t“I can see that,” Shun smiled. “You have manners.”\n\n\tShun laughed, Nyarai as well, and Carel joined in to not be the odd one between the three. Once the trio stopped laughing, Shun leaned to Carel’s ear and whispered into his ear.\n\n\t“Try to come back in one piece,” he told him. “As much as I’d love to settle things with your brother, the collateral damage is just not worth it.”\n\n\t“Off we go!” Nyarai clamped on Carel’s shoulder before the coyote had the chance of asking Shun what he meant by that. \n\n\tAs the cheetah and the coyote got out of Club Nighthawk, Carel realized he made a terrible mistake. On the outside, Nyarai had her left arm cutely wrapped around his right arm. In reality, she had his arm taught around a vice grip, right around the elbow. The people around him saw a cute girl caught around his arm when it was him that was caught in the grip of a powerful fighter.\n\n\t“Now then,” Nyarai’s tone of voice changed from a cute and hospitable hostess to a rough and dominant warrior. “How about you take me to my ring, Carel?”\n\n\t[i]I think I made a mistake.[/i]\n\n\n\tIt was a trip that took half an hour, but it felt like more for the coyote as Nyarai tightened her hold on his arm and even dug her claws on him as she was starting to lose patience with him. Despite the violence, she still portrayed the image of a cute girlfriend, probably from months, or even years, of working as a hostess at Club Nighthawk.\n\n\tEventually, they reached a boxing gym that an old friend of Drega loaned to Carel for the weekend.\n\n\t“I personally cleaned this place while everybody is out as a favor for my stay here,” Carel reassured Nyarai. “I will change on the right side of the gym and you will change in the left side of the gym.”\n\n\t“You don’t think I can take you on wearing this?” Nyarai smiled cockily, beginning her stretching exercises by balancing on one leg and holding the other behind her head to demonstrate her balance and flexibility. “You could use a handicap.”\n\n\t“I want to fight you at your best,” Carel gulped a bit as he saw Nyarai stretching, this time by contorting in such a way that she touched her head with her feet. “I want to experience a real fight. See the gap between a seasoned fighter like you and an aspiring fighter like me to figure out from where should I start afterwards.”\n\n\t“Suit yourself,” Nyarai put her bag over her shoulder once she was done with her personal stretching. “But don’t cry to me when I’m done with you.”\n\n\tBoth fighters went into their dressing rooms and changed their clothes. \n\n\tCarel was fighting barechested. He had a good barrel chest, well-defined arms, and his stomach looked good despite the lack of abs. He was wearing black sport pants with green stripes, which perfectly hid his muscular legs. He was also fighting barefooted for freedom of movement and to fight Nyarai on equal terms.\n\n\tNyarai had replaced her collar for another one. They were many golden rings around her neck. She was now wearing a two-piece ensemble that covered her breasts and her groin area. From the ensemble, Carel could see that Nyarai was slim, but she was very muscular, which fitted her long legs and built arms. Despite the practical uses of her clothes, Carel was heavily distracted by the aesthetic ones.\n\n\t“You’re fighting me in a swimsuit?” Carel turned his head away from her in embarrassment.\n\n\t“It’s for freedom of movement, you little dog,” Nyarai put her hands on her hips in a mocking fashion. “Now, are you going to fight me or are you going to whine at me?”\n\n\tNot wanting to look bad, Carel took a deep breath and adopted a boxing stance. The posture got an approving nod from Nyarai. Both fighters started circling each other. As the two stared into each other’s eyes, Carel began his analysis.\n\n\t[i]Felines are creatures of agility and flexibility. And that’s not taking into account that Nyarai is a cheetah so speed is also in account. The fact that she’s a pro-wrestler means that she must know grappling, but I can’t discard any other tricks up her sleeve until I make the first move.[/i]\n\n\tFighting the fear inside him, Carel dashed to Nyarai with a tight defense, ready to throw a jab to see her reaction. To his shock, Nyarai moved in an explosive burst, her hands forming into claws that were aiming at his ankles.\n\n\t[i]I must stop before they grab me![/i]\n\n\t He was trying to stop his legs from moving, but the momentum was bringing him to her. In a second, Nyarai was going to grab him and slam him into the ground. It didn’t go the way it happened.\n\n\tNyarai disappeared as soon as she was in front of him. Instead, a long spotted leg whipped out from the ground out of nowhere with a foot being catapulted right into Carel’s snout. Carel felt that the impact caved his snout in for over a second before he was sent careening into the ropes.\n\n\tAs he was spitting blood from his mouth, Carel’s vision got blurry. He made an effort to lift his head and see his opponent. At first it was dark, then there were blurs, and then he could see her. Nyarai was crouching yet perfectly balanced in one leg with the other leg raised over her head in the place where his face used to be.\n\n\t[i]She hit me with a scorpion kick.[/i]\n \n\t“Are you trying to kill me?” Carel coughed, blowing his nose in an effort to get rid of the excess blood still stuck inside of it so that he could breathe better.\n\n\t“I’m just trying to teach you a lesson about fighting, kid,” Nyarai smiled arrogantly as she brought her kicking leg to the ground and then stood to her full height. “Martial arts are a lifestyle. They are not something that can be studied or made into a hobby. If you’re truly willing to learn about them, then you better be prepared to receive beatings like this one in the future.”\n\n\t“I do get beatings,” Carel finally cleaned his snout with the back of his hands. “The people who beat me up at my gym just don’t try to kill me like you do.”\n\n\t“Well then,” Nyarai grinned, this time smiling like a prey animal about to devour her prey. “Let me show you what a martial artist can do when they use killing intent against an adversary. Sparring and fighting doesn’t do it justice.”\n\n \t[i]Here she comes![/i]\n\n\tNyarai crouched, ready to leap at him at full speed. Carel, against all expectations, managed to get out of the ropes and walk towards her. He needed to fight against her with everything he had if he wanted to make it out in one piece.\n\n\t“Oh no,” he whispered as he saw that Nyarai was immobile and yet she was turning into two and then three versions of her. He was still reeling from her first kick. There was no way that he was going to defend herself once she started moving.\n\n\t“This is the end for you!” Nyarai and her aftermaths shouted decisively. Thanks to her blinding speed and the blurs from his concussion, Carel couldn’t see anything other than the soles of Nyarai’s feet coming right at him.\n\n\tSnout, jaw, throat, chest, gut, ribs, back, liver, kidneys, groin, and eyes were mercilessly attacked by a flurry of kicks. Nyarai made sure to use the heel, the ball of her foot, the side of her foot, and her toes depending of the targeted body part for maximum damage output. \n\n As the blows continued, Carel went delirious as he realized that he and Nyarai were trapped in a sadomasochistic dance of torture and suffering. Nyarai used her martial arts to rain blow after blow from different angles and positions to keep the assault going while Carel’s body kept moving and twisting from the repeated assaults as if it were a ragdoll reacting to the ministrations of a talented artist.\n\n “Now comes the last part,” Nyarai gave a front kick to Carel’s snout that forced him to look at the lights of the gym.\n\n [i]I wonder if these beautiful yet terrifying sights is what the other boxers see when somebody else uppercuts them.[/i] Carel wondered as he tried to fall into unconsciousness, but somehow couldn’t as he felt his feet being planted into the ground by an invisible force. He wanted to fall backwards, but there was something anchoring him back down.\n\n [i]Guess I’m falling forward.[/i]\n\n As he forced his head and body to move forward, a sudden realization scared him straight. Nyarai was grabbing his ankles and using them as a support to prepare a handspring. Another kick was coming and this one was going to hurt.\n\n “Son of a…” Carel muttered before Nyarai’s feet slammed into his face. As he felt the kick connect, he felt Nyarai’s hands pull upward, sending his body flying up before ultimately slamming it down into the mat. Additionally, Nyarai’s butt crashed into his chest, knocking the air out of him, which was further drained when he fell back first into the mat. With Nyarai’s final move, Carel was out cold for ten seconds.\n\n It took Carel deliriously moaning into Nyarai’s feet to let her now that he was ultimately okay from her final blow. Reluctantly, the cheetah took out her feet from the coyote’s face if only to check his physical condition.\n\n “Don’t break him too much, Nyarai” Shun had told her. “You can toy with him, but you can’t destroy him like you do with the customers that piss you off.”\n\n Nyarai narrowed her eyes at Carel, maybe a quick medical checkup would be necessary before taking him back to the club.\n\n The coyote looked downcast. While he knew he was bound to lose, he didn’t expect it to be that badly. “I lost didn’t- what the hell are you doing?” Carel’s question was changed from one of self-pity to one of supreme annoyance when Nyarai’s feet started rubbing his face.\n\n “Pathetic boy!” Nyarai laughed as her left foot rested on Carel’s cheek, pinning his face into the mat, while the right foot was rubbing his ear mockingly. “And you really thought you could fight me?!”\n\n \"Ugh, get your feet off my face!” Carel protested, trying to use his neck muscles to remove the lower extremities from his visage. To his surprise, the feet were heavy as Nyarai was using her body weight and the strength of her legs as leverage to easily pin him down.\n\n While Carel was struggling to get her off, Nyarai was trying to determine his physical condition in her own emasculating way. His breathing was fine based on how he was shouting at her left foot. She also checked his pulse by flipping his snout to the side with her right foot and palpating the carotid artery with the toes of her left foot. Other than being dizzy from her assault, Carel was fine. \n\n [i] He’s perfectly healthy. A little stunted from my first and last kicks, but he’s still in perfect shape.[/i]\n\n Seeing as the coyote was perfectly fine, Nyarai decided to enjoy her winner’s right by toying with his face a little longer.\n\n [i]He’s kind of cute now that I have a closer look on him and who’s to say my feet can’t use his face for anything other than kicking.[/i]\n\n “Have a little taste of defeat!” Nyarai slapped her feet onto Carel’s cheeks, rubbing them up and down his muzzle until they reached the tip of his nose. “Enjoy the stench of defeat.”\n\n “Quit it, woman!” Carel protested. “What’s wrong with you? Do you have a foot fetish or something?”\n\n “What was that?” Nyarai asked as her toes curled, digging her claws into Carel’s cheeks. “I don’t recall losers having a right to tell winners what do with them.”\n\n Carel knew that. He felt weak, not from the beating he received, or from how outmatched he was when fighting Nyarai. Right now, Nyarai’s feet felt heavy because of how they were destroying his dignity. The least he could do to lift that burden was find out why she was doing that to him.\n\n [i]As much as I like this, there’s a limit to when a fetish ends and when degradation begins. This is it.[/i]\n\n “You don’t use any shoes, you fight with kicks, and your first instinct was to use your feet in my face,” Carel listed all of the examples while his face was currently being squeezed like a stressed ball by the annoyed cheetah.\n\n “I fight with kicks because Combagals are not allowed to use their full fighting style when fighting outside the ring unless rivals find a way to counter them,” Nyarai’s feet were now slapping him. “I don’t use shoes because I don’t like them like half of the people in this city. And finally, my feet needed a massage from kicking you around all night. How’s that for an explanation?”\n\n “Okay, I’ll take that!” Carel turned his head away from Nyarai and focused on her feet. “Can you finish this already? I really need to go home?”\n\n “Why would you want to go…?” Nyarai’s mind suddenly connected the dots as she placed the soles of her feet on Carel’s cheeks again. This time she felt them heat up.\n\n “Why are you looking at me like that?” Carel asked in between the groping feet.\n\n “You have a foot fetish, don’t you little boy?” she grinned at him, turning her head around to see him clutching his groin with his legs.\n\n Carel didn’t answer at first. He tried to keep it a secret giving how he looked at her first when he first met her, but having those soft velvety feet rubbing at his face took its toll on him. Their soft and rough texture of her fur and pads, their natural feminine scent from her body odor and the sweat of her workout, and the dominance with which she easily dominated him got his body to finally admit its desires against his will. With no other options, Carel finally admitted his true feelings.\n\n “Damn it,” Carel muttered as Nyarai’s feet left his face and were now slowly approaching his groin.\n\n [i]Wait, is this a footjob? I’ve always wanted one, but not like this. Well, maybe a little, but not in a sweaty gym where anyone can barge in. Oh, please God, do something before things get out of hand![/i]\n\n If anybody had bothered walking around the gym back, then they would have heard Nyarai laughing like a maniac that night.\n\n\n “I can’t believe you came in your pants,” Nyarai was laughing and in tears, at least having the decency of whispering in Carel’s ears to prevent others of finding out his embarrassing incident.\n\n The two of them were back in their formal clothes from before they entered the gym. That being said, Carel had to take a detour to take his sports pants and underwear to a laundry shop.\n\n [i] I just hope they won’t have stains when I pick them up.[/i]\n\n “I’ve been teased the entire night with a beautiful girl who’s fighting motif turned out to be my main fetish,” Carel whispered to Nyarai, faking a smile as he noticed some passengers walking by their side. “To add insult to injury, she decided to be a sore winner by spending over half an hour rubbing my face with her feet for the hell of it.”\n\n “Just a little more and you would have gotten a footjob,” Nyarai muttered with fake disappointment. She then smirked slyly when she saw Carel clenching his fist in impotent rage at his misfortune.\n\n [i]Curse my luck. I’m about to get a footjob from a fighting idol and then I had to cum right before she can touch me. When I asked for an intervention I didn’t mind that kind of intervention.[/i]\n\n Five minutes of walking later, they arrived at Club Nighthawk. \n\n “I see you’re perfectly fine,” Shun smiled before he turned around to his patrons and hostesses. “Drinks are on the house.”\n\n “Why is he feelings so generous?” Carel asked Nyarai.\n\n “He made a bet with the other patrons regarding your survival,” Nyarai smiled. “Nobody but him thought you were going to make it.”\n\n [i] Assholes.[/i]\n\n “I am glad that you’re in one piece, Carel,” Shun smiled.\n\n “Nobody is happier than me,” the coyote stated, fighting the urge to point out the many footprints that Nyarai had left across his body beneath his suit.\n\n “I hope you can visit us once again,” Shun proposed with a handshake.\n\n “Sorry, but I have my own business to attend back in my gym,” Carel gave his own winning smile.\n\n [i]In other words, go to hell, Gonfano![/i]\n\n “Then let me give you this,” Nyarai wrote something on a paper and gave it to Carel, who read the paper silently.\n\n It was a list of services with prizes. The cheapest one was a footjob. Beneath them were other services that he didn’t understand.\n\n “What is this?” Carel asked. \n\n “Just a list of services and training regimes that me and some of the hostesses have prepared for you,” Nyarai smiled suggestively.\n\n At the answer, Carel stared across the club and noticed how some of the hostesses were now looking at him with interest. Some were flirtatious, others were curious, and others were playful. \n\n [i]They want a piece of the guy who survived a sparring match with Nyarai.[/i]\n\n “I think I can come back in two weeks,” Carel gulped, knowing the danger he involved himself in now that he accepted the proposal.\n\n “Excellent,” Nyarai clapped her hands and hugged him. “There are no takebacks after this,” she whispered as she kissed him on the cheeks.\n\n “No takebacks,” Carel gulped as he turned around and walked out of the building, ready to go to sleep. \n\n As he took the first step, he felt a predatory gaze staring at the back of his head. A second step brought another gaze. A third brought two more gazes. And when he was about to get into the crowd, he was sure that all of the hostesses in Club Nighthawk were somehow leering at him from within the building. Gulping, Carel took a step into the crowd and ran for his life, knowing that he needed to be stronger if he wanted to come back.\n\n The Cyclone Crushers had found themselves a new toy.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
At the Feet of a Combagal


\tIt was an eventful evening for Carel. For today, it was time for his bimonthly talent hunt. While his older brother took care of the gym, Carel would travel around the country trying to meet fighters and athletes across the country to help him improve his fighting style and fitness course for his gym. Today, his brother suggested he visited a place named Tendonchi and to go further into a red light visit wearing his best clothes. The name of the place was Club Nighthawk.

\tCarel felt alien using anything other than his sports clothes, but he decided to follow his brother’s advice for the sake of meeting his target. He put on a tuxedo, formal pants, and dress shoes inside his motel room earlier in the evening and then entered Club Nighthawk without a problem.

\tTo his surprise, it was a hostess club. Every female in the room was exquisite and wearing her own unique ensemble to attract male attention. Each of them was attractive…and deadly, for every one of them was a Combagal. He didn’t know much about them, other than they were female pro-wrestlers with unique styles of combat based on what his brother told him. His mission was to find and spar with one of them. The problem was to decide, which of them was going to be his sparring partner.

\t“Welcome to Club Nighthawk! How may I be of service?”

\tCarel turned around and saw a cheetah woman with a friendly smile on her face standing next to him. She had golden eyes and pearly white teeth. She was wearing large golden earrings on her black tipped ears and an emerald collar on her neck with sapphires ending at her breasts. Her ensemble was a purple dress that had strategic openings that revealed her cleavage and her hips. The dress was cut at the waist and shoulders to show her long shapely legs, her well-defined arms, and her bare hands and feet adorned by golden rings. While every woman in the club was a beauty, Carel found himself thinking of this cheetah as a goddess.

\tShe’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

\t“Hi, my…my name is…Carel,” he clumsily introduced himself as he extended a hand to her.

\t“Hello, Carel,” Nyarai warmly took his hand with both of hers. “My name is Nyarai and I am a hostess of Club Nighthawk. Would you like to take a drink with me?”

\t“Yes,” Carel accepted once he saw her smile at him.

\t“Can you tell me about yourself, Carel?” Nyarai crossed her legs and folded her arms, putting all of her attention in him.

\tCarel, successfully fighting his urge not to look at Nyarai’s legs, stared into her eyes and spoke. “I work at a gym a state away,” he spoke, using facts to sound normal. “My brother visited here some time ago and suggested I give it a visit.”

\t“Can you tell me your brother’s name?” Nyarai asked in curiosity.

\t“His name is Drega,” Carel answered, hoping his brother didn’t do anything stupid to get him in trouble.

\t“Never heard of him,” Nyarai shook her head with a pensive frown. She smiled as she focused on Carel. “But I want to hear more about you. What do you do at the gym?”

\tFeeling like it wouldn’t hurt to say more about his personal life, Carel spoke about how his parents helped him to fund his gym and how he’s been trying to expand on it by making it into a spa and a training facility for martial artists.

\t“That sounds like a marvelous idea!” Nyarai exclaimed with a clap of her hands.

\tHearing her approval, and seeing that she was the only female with whom he had been speaking the entire night, Carel made his proposal. “Nyarai, would you be my sparring partner?” he asked her in a whisper.

\tNyarai’s eyes widened at the question. “What did you say?” she questioned as her eyes narrowed from his query.

\t“My brother told me that all the hostesses here are Combagals,” Carel spoke in whisper and then removed a large stack of money from one pocket of his pants. “I consider this a good training experience to develop myself as a fighter. I am even willing to pay for the lesson. You’re free to say no if you don’t feel like it.”

\tNyarai didn’t even bother to look at the money. She just smiled at him. There was something different on her face though. Her eyes were glimmering and her smile was wider than the previous one. It felt more genuine.

\t“Let me talk with my manager Shun about it,” Nyarai stood up from her seat. “You stay here and wait for me.”

\tCarel did as he was told, watching as the cheetah went to talk with a well-dressed middle aged cat wearing glasses. As Carel waited, he felt a heavy presence, as if he was being watched. He turned around and noticed that he was being watched by a bat lady, who shook her head at him in quiet disapproval. He heard a giggle and noticed a couple of hostesses pointing and laughing at him. His eyes wandered and he recognized more reactions from different hostesses. Some of them had pity, others were making a private bet between themselves, and another gestured him to call her next time.

\tDid I make a mistake?
 
        The expressions that the other hostesses were showing him had awakened that treacherous thought. He didn’t feel that way. He knew that Nyarai was more skilled than him anyway and that choosing any other Combagal wouldn’t have made any difference.

\tSo why are they worried?

\tHe couldn’t ponder on that thought as he felt a hand touching his shoulder. As Carel looked up, he realized that it was the manager Shun that Nyarai told him about. Next to him, Nyarai was waiting, carrying a purse on her right arm.

\t“Good evening,” Shun smiled politely as he waited for Carel to stand up. “My name is Shun Gonfano. I am the manager of the Nighthawk.”

\t“Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Gonfano,” Carel shook Shun’s hand.

\t“How is your brother?” Shun asked politely.

\t“You know Drega?” Carel asked with concern. Living with his brother and hearing his stories taught him that most people who met him when he was younger always had a grudge against him in the present.

\t“We met during the early days of Club Nighthawk,” Shun spoke with a nostalgic tone. “He was a nice kid. Loved to have fun, but lacked control. So I had to ground him from this town until he learned it.”

\tThis guy’s dangerous. Only a menace was dangerous enough to keep his older brother from doing what he wanted. Deciding that he didn’t want to get on Shun’s bad side, Carel decided to mend some bridges.

\t“Don’t worry, Mr. Gonfano,” he reassured him. “I am nothing like my brother.”

\t“I can see that,” Shun smiled. “You have manners.”

\tShun laughed, Nyarai as well, and Carel joined in to not be the odd one between the three. Once the trio stopped laughing, Shun leaned to Carel’s ear and whispered into his ear.

\t“Try to come back in one piece,” he told him. “As much as I’d love to settle things with your brother, the collateral damage is just not worth it.”

\t“Off we go!” Nyarai clamped on Carel’s shoulder before the coyote had the chance of asking Shun what he meant by that.

\tAs the cheetah and the coyote got out of Club Nighthawk, Carel realized he made a terrible mistake. On the outside, Nyarai had her left arm cutely wrapped around his right arm. In reality, she had his arm taught around a vice grip, right around the elbow. The people around him saw a cute girl caught around his arm when it was him that was caught in the grip of a powerful fighter.

\t“Now then,” Nyarai’s tone of voice changed from a cute and hospitable hostess to a rough and dominant warrior. “How about you take me to my ring, Carel?”

\tI think I made a mistake.


\tIt was a trip that took half an hour, but it felt like more for the coyote as Nyarai tightened her hold on his arm and even dug her claws on him as she was starting to lose patience with him. Despite the violence, she still portrayed the image of a cute girlfriend, probably from months, or even years, of working as a hostess at Club Nighthawk.

\tEventually, they reached a boxing gym that an old friend of Drega loaned to Carel for the weekend.

\t“I personally cleaned this place while everybody is out as a favor for my stay here,” Carel reassured Nyarai. “I will change on the right side of the gym and you will change in the left side of the gym.”

\t“You don’t think I can take you on wearing this?” Nyarai smiled cockily, beginning her stretching exercises by balancing on one leg and holding the other behind her head to demonstrate her balance and flexibility. “You could use a handicap.”

\t“I want to fight you at your best,” Carel gulped a bit as he saw Nyarai stretching, this time by contorting in such a way that she touched her head with her feet. “I want to experience a real fight. See the gap between a seasoned fighter like you and an aspiring fighter like me to figure out from where should I start afterwards.”

\t“Suit yourself,” Nyarai put her bag over her shoulder once she was done with her personal stretching. “But don’t cry to me when I’m done with you.”

\tBoth fighters went into their dressing rooms and changed their clothes.

\tCarel was fighting barechested. He had a good barrel chest, well-defined arms, and his stomach looked good despite the lack of abs. He was wearing black sport pants with green stripes, which perfectly hid his muscular legs. He was also fighting barefooted for freedom of movement and to fight Nyarai on equal terms.

\tNyarai had replaced her collar for another one. They were many golden rings around her neck. She was now wearing a two-piece ensemble that covered her breasts and her groin area. From the ensemble, Carel could see that Nyarai was slim, but she was very muscular, which fitted her long legs and built arms. Despite the practical uses of her clothes, Carel was heavily distracted by the aesthetic ones.

\t“You’re fighting me in a swimsuit?” Carel turned his head away from her in embarrassment.

\t“It’s for freedom of movement, you little dog,” Nyarai put her hands on her hips in a mocking fashion. “Now, are you going to fight me or are you going to whine at me?”

\tNot wanting to look bad, Carel took a deep breath and adopted a boxing stance. The posture got an approving nod from Nyarai. Both fighters started circling each other. As the two stared into each other’s eyes, Carel began his analysis.

\tFelines are creatures of agility and flexibility. And that’s not taking into account that Nyarai is a cheetah so speed is also in account. The fact that she’s a pro-wrestler means that she must know grappling, but I can’t discard any other tricks up her sleeve until I make the first move.

\tFighting the fear inside him, Carel dashed to Nyarai with a tight defense, ready to throw a jab to see her reaction. To his shock, Nyarai moved in an explosive burst, her hands forming into claws that were aiming at his ankles.

\tI must stop before they grab me!

\t He was trying to stop his legs from moving, but the momentum was bringing him to her. In a second, Nyarai was going to grab him and slam him into the ground. It didn’t go the way it happened.

\tNyarai disappeared as soon as she was in front of him. Instead, a long spotted leg whipped out from the ground out of nowhere with a foot being catapulted right into Carel’s snout. Carel felt that the impact caved his snout in for over a second before he was sent careening into the ropes.

\tAs he was spitting blood from his mouth, Carel’s vision got blurry. He made an effort to lift his head and see his opponent. At first it was dark, then there were blurs, and then he could see her. Nyarai was crouching yet perfectly balanced in one leg with the other leg raised over her head in the place where his face used to be.

\tShe hit me with a scorpion kick.
 
\t“Are you trying to kill me?” Carel coughed, blowing his nose in an effort to get rid of the excess blood still stuck inside of it so that he could breathe better.

\t“I’m just trying to teach you a lesson about fighting, kid,” Nyarai smiled arrogantly as she brought her kicking leg to the ground and then stood to her full height. “Martial arts are a lifestyle. They are not something that can be studied or made into a hobby. If you’re truly willing to learn about them, then you better be prepared to receive beatings like this one in the future.”

\t“I do get beatings,” Carel finally cleaned his snout with the back of his hands. “The people who beat me up at my gym just don’t try to kill me like you do.”

\t“Well then,” Nyarai grinned, this time smiling like a prey animal about to devour her prey. “Let me show you what a martial artist can do when they use killing intent against an adversary. Sparring and fighting doesn’t do it justice.”

 \tHere she comes!

\tNyarai crouched, ready to leap at him at full speed. Carel, against all expectations, managed to get out of the ropes and walk towards her. He needed to fight against her with everything he had if he wanted to make it out in one piece.

\t“Oh no,” he whispered as he saw that Nyarai was immobile and yet she was turning into two and then three versions of her. He was still reeling from her first kick. There was no way that he was going to defend herself once she started moving.

\t“This is the end for you!” Nyarai and her aftermaths shouted decisively. Thanks to her blinding speed and the blurs from his concussion, Carel couldn’t see anything other than the soles of Nyarai’s feet coming right at him.

\tSnout, jaw, throat, chest, gut, ribs, back, liver, kidneys, groin, and eyes were mercilessly attacked by a flurry of kicks. Nyarai made sure to use the heel, the ball of her foot, the side of her foot, and her toes depending of the targeted body part for maximum damage output.

         As the blows continued, Carel went delirious as he realized that he and Nyarai were trapped in a sadomasochistic dance of torture and suffering. Nyarai used her martial arts to rain blow after blow from different angles and positions to keep the assault going while Carel’s body kept moving and twisting from the repeated assaults as if it were a ragdoll reacting to the ministrations of a talented artist.

       “Now comes the last part,” Nyarai gave a front kick to Carel’s snout that forced him to look at the lights of the gym.

        I wonder if these beautiful yet terrifying sights is what the other boxers see when somebody else uppercuts them. Carel wondered as he tried to fall into unconsciousness, but somehow couldn’t as he felt his feet being planted into the ground by an invisible force. He wanted to fall backwards, but there was something anchoring him back down.

       Guess I’m falling forward.

          As he forced his head and body to move forward, a sudden realization scared him straight. Nyarai was grabbing his ankles and using them as a support to prepare a handspring. Another kick was coming and this one was going to hurt.

          “Son of a…” Carel muttered before Nyarai’s feet slammed into his face. As he felt the kick connect, he felt Nyarai’s hands pull upward, sending his body flying up before ultimately slamming it down into the mat. Additionally, Nyarai’s butt crashed into his chest, knocking the air out of him, which was further drained when he fell back first into the mat. With Nyarai’s final move, Carel was out cold for ten seconds.

            It took Carel deliriously moaning into Nyarai’s feet to let her now that he was ultimately okay from her final blow. Reluctantly, the cheetah took out her feet from the coyote’s face if only to check his physical condition.

          “Don’t break him too much, Nyarai” Shun had told her. “You can toy with him, but you can’t destroy him like you do with the customers that piss you off.”

           Nyarai narrowed her eyes at Carel, maybe a quick medical checkup would be necessary before taking him back to the club.

           The coyote looked downcast. While he knew he was bound to lose, he didn’t expect it to be that badly. “I lost didn’t- what the hell are you doing?” Carel’s question was changed from one of self-pity to one of supreme annoyance when Nyarai’s feet started rubbing his face.

         “Pathetic boy!” Nyarai laughed as her left foot rested on Carel’s cheek, pinning his face into the mat, while the right foot was rubbing his ear mockingly. “And you really thought you could fight me?!”

         "Ugh, get your feet off my face!” Carel protested, trying to use his neck muscles to remove the lower extremities from his visage. To his surprise, the feet were heavy as Nyarai was using her body weight and the strength of her legs as leverage to easily pin him down.

          While Carel was struggling to get her off, Nyarai was trying to determine his physical condition in her own emasculating way. His breathing was fine based on how he was shouting at her left foot. She also checked his pulse by flipping his snout to the side with her right foot and palpating the carotid artery with the toes of her left foot. Other than being dizzy from her assault, Carel was fine.

         He’s perfectly healthy. A little stunted from my first and last kicks, but he’s still in perfect shape.

           Seeing as the coyote was perfectly fine, Nyarai decided to enjoy her winner’s right by toying with his face a little longer.

           He’s kind of cute now that I have a closer look on him and who’s to say my feet can’t use his face for anything other than kicking.

            “Have a little taste of defeat!” Nyarai slapped her feet onto Carel’s cheeks, rubbing them up and down his muzzle until they reached the tip of his nose. “Enjoy the stench of defeat.”

           “Quit it, woman!” Carel protested. “What’s wrong with you? Do you have a foot fetish or something?”

           “What was that?” Nyarai asked as her toes curled, digging her claws into Carel’s cheeks. “I don’t recall losers having a right to tell winners what do with them.”

           Carel knew that. He felt weak, not from the beating he received, or from how outmatched he was when fighting Nyarai. Right now, Nyarai’s feet felt heavy because of how they were destroying his dignity. The least he could do to lift that burden was find out why she was doing that to him.

           As much as I like this, there’s a limit to when a fetish ends and when degradation begins. This is it.

           “You don’t use any shoes, you fight with kicks, and your first instinct was to use your feet in my face,” Carel listed all of the examples while his face was currently being squeezed like a stressed ball by the annoyed cheetah.

          “I fight with kicks because Combagals are not allowed to use their full fighting style when fighting outside the ring unless rivals find a way to counter them,” Nyarai’s feet were now slapping him. “I don’t use shoes because I don’t like them like half of the people in this city. And finally, my feet needed a massage from kicking you around all night. How’s that for an explanation?”

         “Okay, I’ll take that!” Carel turned his head away from Nyarai and focused on her feet. “Can you finish this already? I really need to go home?”

          “Why would you want to go…?” Nyarai’s mind suddenly connected the dots as she placed the soles of her feet on Carel’s cheeks again. This time she felt them heat up.

           “Why are you looking at me like that?” Carel asked in between the groping feet.

          “You have a foot fetish, don’t you little boy?” she grinned at him, turning her head around to see him clutching his groin with his legs.

           Carel didn’t answer at first. He tried to keep it a secret giving how he looked at her first when he first met her, but having those soft velvety feet rubbing at his face took its toll on him. Their soft and rough texture of her fur and pads, their natural feminine scent from her body odor and the sweat of her workout, and the dominance with which she easily dominated him got his body to finally admit its desires against his will. With no other options, Carel finally admitted his true feelings.

           “Damn it,” Carel muttered as Nyarai’s feet left his face and were now slowly approaching his groin.

           Wait, is this a footjob? I’ve always wanted one, but not like this. Well, maybe a little, but not in a sweaty gym where anyone can barge in. Oh, please God, do something before things get out of hand!

             If anybody had bothered walking around the gym back, then they would have heard Nyarai laughing like a maniac that night.


          “I can’t believe you came in your pants,” Nyarai was laughing and in tears, at least having the decency of whispering in Carel’s ears to prevent others of finding out his embarrassing incident.

          The two of them were back in their formal clothes from before they entered the gym. That being said, Carel had to take a detour to take his sports pants and underwear to a laundry shop.

         I just hope they won’t have stains when I pick them up.

          “I’ve been teased the entire night with a beautiful girl who’s fighting motif turned out to be my main fetish,” Carel whispered to Nyarai, faking a smile as he noticed some passengers walking by their side. “To add insult to injury, she decided to be a sore winner by spending over half an hour rubbing my face with her feet for the hell of it.”

           “Just a little more and you would have gotten a footjob,” Nyarai muttered with fake disappointment. She then smirked slyly when she saw Carel clenching his fist in impotent rage at his misfortune.

            Curse my luck. I’m about to get a footjob from a fighting idol and then I had to cum right before she can touch me. When I asked for an intervention I didn’t mind that kind of intervention.

            Five minutes of walking later, they arrived at Club Nighthawk.

           “I see you’re perfectly fine,” Shun smiled before he turned around to his patrons and hostesses. “Drinks are on the house.”

           “Why is he feelings so generous?” Carel asked Nyarai.

           “He made a bet with the other patrons regarding your survival,” Nyarai smiled. “Nobody but him thought you were going to make it.”

           Assholes.

            “I am glad that you’re in one piece, Carel,” Shun smiled.

           “Nobody is happier than me,” the coyote stated, fighting the urge to point out the many footprints that Nyarai had left across his body beneath his suit.

          “I hope you can visit us once again,” Shun proposed with a handshake.

         “Sorry, but I have my own business to attend back in my gym,” Carel gave his own winning smile.

          In other words, go to hell, Gonfano!

          “Then let me give you this,” Nyarai wrote something on a paper and gave it to Carel, who read the paper silently.

            It was a list of services with prizes. The cheapest one was a footjob. Beneath them were other services that he didn’t understand.

          “What is this?” Carel asked.

         “Just a list of services and training regimes that me and some of the hostesses have prepared for you,” Nyarai smiled suggestively.

          At the answer, Carel stared across the club and noticed how some of the hostesses were now looking at him with interest. Some were flirtatious, others were curious, and others were playful.

         They want a piece of the guy who survived a sparring match with Nyarai.

        “I think I can come back in two weeks,” Carel gulped, knowing the danger he involved himself in now that he accepted the proposal.

         “Excellent,” Nyarai clapped her hands and hugged him. “There are no takebacks after this,” she whispered as she kissed him on the cheeks.

         “No takebacks,” Carel gulped as he turned around and walked out of the building, ready to go to sleep.

          As he took the first step, he felt a predatory gaze staring at the back of his head. A second step brought another gaze. A third brought two more gazes. And when he was about to get into the crowd, he was sure that all of the hostesses in Club Nighthawk were somehow leering at him from within the building. Gulping, Carel took a step into the crowd and ran for his life, knowing that he needed to be stronger if he wanted to come back.

         The Cyclone Crushers had found themselves a new toy.
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