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My second round entry to the contest, and the round I lost, to my disappointment, but to be fair, the person that bested me was a much better writer and nearly nailed how I imagined the character. He was one sly hare, and got the best of a cocky mink monk. =P

Mink vs cheetah, was a close match.", "writing": "Walking into the town once more after his nice meal, he got himself a nice herbal tea to sooth his mind, and then stopped by a hardware store for some tools. With the tools, the mink dismantled the blade he gathered from his previously defeated lion, smirking as he admired the large blade of it and its slight curve. He was glad it was wood handled, it made it easy to remove the grip, and after about an hour or two of work, he had himself a nice make shift spear. The wood was a nice hard wood, but with a little work, and some long bolts, secured it in place. He took the length and smoothed it out a bit more too, then finished with a sand paper rub down and a polishing of the wood and blade lovingly till it all gleamed in its own way. He had seen many a fine staff made, and even made into a spear later on. This was no masterpiece, not yet. It would take years of work to become something on legends, but he knew with the love and care, it would grow its own spirit and will, and become a great asset to a master.\n\nOnce he was done, he gathered more supplied he felt he needed and was off, back into the forest. He started this with wanting to avoid people, but after the past 12 hours on the island, and the countless people he fixed or even had to kill, he started to enjoy it. The orc was the best so far, and gave him real trouble, unlike some. Foxes, rabbits, wolves, even a few other mustelids, they all fell to his superior martial skills. It was then that he decided he wanted to make his stave more deadly and useful for slicing and neutering people up as needed. And it didn’t take long on the road leading deeper into the continent that he found the first person to try it on. He was a large brute, a muscular tiger dressed in a white tank top and some baggy pants, hanging low on his strong hips. He looked sort of out of place, like he should be in a city either pretending to be a gangster, or something of that sort. As the tiger saw the mink, he looked surprised, then grinning, he stepped closer. “Ooh, yet another fag to bust and make my bitch?” Looking the tiger over once more the mink laughed some at that, “We will see who ends up with their face in the dirt soon enough.”\n\nThe tiger cracked his knuckles, grimaced at the armed mink, and pulled out a pistol, and aimed it at the mink, who by then, had moved fast and easily from where the “gangsta” wannabe was aiming with his gun held sideways, all too well knowing the inaccuracy of the grip. It didn’t take long for the butt of the bladed stave to come up, slam home into his crotch, the gun discharging at the surprise, before he used a free hand to grip the tiger’s wrist, break it, and take the gun. As the tiger stumbled back, screaming as his hand was broken and berries bruised, before he could even spout more than a few profanities, the staff was spinning then smacked the tiger hard enough to make a loud crack as his jaw was dislocated if not broken. The muscled gangster wannabe was out cold, blood leaking from his mouth as his eyes where rolled back into his head. Within a moment, the tiger was left naked, the Mink using his knife in his pocket to sever the bits, and roughly packed the wound with mud made from the tigers blood and urine and placed a leaf on it. Weighing the package, he grinned, then stuffed it in his mouth, chewing it to mush slowly as he kept walking, talking to himself as he did “I swear when are these morons going to learn, it’s not a matter of brute strength, but how you use your muscles and brains.\n\n***\n\nEyes watch from a tree, seeing the plainly dressed mink, a soft feral growl escaping the creatures’ maw, its eyes gleaming in predatory hunger as he panted. He watched every move of the wanderer, and saw how fast he put down the large tiger. He growled louder some as he watches the mink take the tasty parts full of all the nutrients hunters so love to eat first. His stomach growled as he watched the mink adjust himself, seeing that large bulge in the mink’s pants, his own naked loins stirring. Idly, he reached down and rubbed his bits in anticipation, chirping in pleasure, tail swaying as he slowly slinked down the tree. He watched as the mink wandered down the road off a distance, moving over to the tiger and sniffing at it as he cocked his head. He obviously was considering the tiger as a meal, but chuffed at it and moved off to follow the mink, purring softly almost as he stalked his prey.\n\n***\n\nThe mink walked down the path, noticing the forest slowly turned to that of a swamp, the bright green surroundings turning more drab and dark; the ground becoming moist and loose from the water quickly. It didn’t take long to get far enough in the marsh that it was to his liking, stopping he set up a camp once more. His ears twitching at every sound, body tense as he seemed ready for a fight, eager almost, tail swaying as his grip on his weapon tightened as he breathed and meditated. Casually, he walked over to a tree and removed his shirt, hanging it from a branch and stretched out, his body lithe and fit, and covered in water resistant fur. Next, he removed his pants and hung the as well, flexing as all he wore was a tight fitting pair of boxer-briefs a dark grey that left little to the imagination as his bits bulged the front out.\n\nSuddenly, there was a crack, and he turned, expecting an enemy he knew was following him, just to see nothing. Quirking a brow he, looked some, his heart racing, when suddenly he heard something to hi right, looking he saw birds fly off franticly, then suddenly something explode from the tree in front of him. Turning fast, all he saw was a yellow flash speed at him fast, using his stave and spun out of the way, watching as claws swipe past his mid section, aiming at his loins, barely missing. As he twisted and turned and got new footing on the soft soil, he watched as the cheetah slid across the ground, about to hit a tree. The mink was ready to strike the other male in the moment of weakness, rushing forward some as he got cocky. He nearly paid for the cockiness as well as the cheetah turned and planted his legs against the tree, and used it to deflect himself back at the mink. \n\nThe mink was taken aback as he winced, feeling as dull but no less painful claws dug into his chest, holding his stave up as he caught the predators mouth in it, fighting with the strong cheetah. He knew those teeth where meant for the minks throat, the two males eyes meeting as they stare each other down. The Mink feeling he was on the prey side against this larger male, his loins stirring as a mix of fear and adrenaline flow in him. The felt the cheetah’s claws move down and tried to claw the underwear off and purr, the mink then grinned some twisting the staff roughly, flipping the cheetah over. He wrenched his stave free and spun it as he brought the blade down where the cheetah lay. But as the blade comes down, the cat rolled over and darted out of the way, face lunging at his crotch. \n\nThe mink barely saved himself real pain, but those teeth catch his underwear and pull, it tearing some as he nearly falls over, the large mink bits smacking and tea bagging the cheetah as the underwear comes of and falls to his feet. The mink quickly steps out of them as those teeth snap at his loins once more, feeling as teeth graze down over his large length as he quivers in a feeling of pleasure and terror. Now naked and half hard, he pants and sways his tail, “Well, I wasn’t expecting such a fun opponent.” The two circled each other, the mink noticing the cheetah was panting and fully hard; his cock hard and leaking some, the mink half hard still, but his body was tense, he can see how he might lose this if he wasn’t careful, now that he was exposed.\n\nThe cheetah suddenly tore off at him again at its’ max speed, the mink dodging like a matador, each time the cheetah barely missing his vital points. It didn’t take long, but soon both where nearly exhausted, and the end of one male was coming soon. As they both rested, the mink looked around some, their location now deeper in the marsh as he flexed his toes. He was at home in wet watery location, but this pred was used to much dryer locations, the mink panting and smirking. “Seems this will end soon here spots…” The cheetah chuffing in seeming acknowledgement, tail swaying as one last time, they size each other up. The mink moves back, slowly, feeling the spongy ground, and looks over to all the gnarled roots and stumps and thick vines around them. Setting his spear aside he motioned for the cheetah to come at him, acting as if he was giving up.\n\nThe cheetah rushed him full force with a growl-roar of satisfaction, seeing that now hard mink cock throbbing and leaking pre, teasing and taunting the cheetah closer. As he ran, the mink, fall back into the spongy ground and use his arms and legs to launch the pouncing cheetah through the air, the male mewling in surprise as he flew, head smashing onto a large root as he writhed and wiggled through the air in a daze. Skidding and sliding all over as he bounced up into the thick vines and fell, struggling as he got more tangled, roaring out in anger as he couldn’t get free. The mink grabbing his bladed stave and ran forward, looking at the trapped male as he struggled. The mink slammed the butt of the stave against the trapped males’ throat and held it. Watching as the cheetah soon slowly went out as he was choked to unconsciousness, holding it for nearly a minute more till he was sure he was out before letting the throat once more free, a large bruised spot on the throat, visible through the light fur.\n\nPanting, the mink flopped down, his body covered in shallow scratches, his body aching as he rubbed a shoulder, looking up at the speed demon. “You where a good opponent, you had speed and muscle, and skill of a true hunter, but lacked the intelligence. For that, I’ll show some mercy and only take your balls.” With that, he flipped the bladed part of his staff around, moving closer, he grabbed that sack, and tugged, using the sharp blade to make quick work of the sack. Without much thought, he just poured the fat nuts into his muzzle, the orbs a nice mouthful, about the size of eggs each as he chewed the, up, before closing the bleeding male crotch up best he could to stop the male from dying at least.\n\nGoing back to his camp, he placed the sack in his bag, a memento of the strong warrior he just fought. It didn’t take long, but as he returned to give the feral pred a small ham he had, he saw the male had gotten free. At first, he growled, but then sniffed at the air, smelling the meat as the cheetahs stomach growled. “Here, a reward for fighting so well” and tossed it at the male, who flinched at first as the water splashed him, but then moved over to it, sniffing at it, then grabbing it. Motioning with his head, the mink told him he was free to go. With a nod, the tired neutered cheetah disappeared back into the swamp with his large piece of meat. The wanderer just returned to camp, and had his own nice meaty meal, and tended to wounds. As he slept at night, he was tense and paranoid, but some part of him felt safe from the cheetah, who would likely go for easier pray next time.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Walking into the town once more after his nice meal, he got himself a nice herbal tea to sooth his mind, and then stopped by a hardware store for some tools. With the tools, the mink dismantled the blade he gathered from his previously defeated lion, smirking as he admired the large blade of it and its slight curve. He was glad it was wood handled, it made it easy to remove the grip, and after about an hour or two of work, he had himself a nice make shift spear. The wood was a nice hard wood, but with a little work, and some long bolts, secured it in place. He took the length and smoothed it out a bit more too, then finished with a sand paper rub down and a polishing of the wood and blade lovingly till it all gleamed in its own way.  He had seen many a fine staff made, and even made into a spear later on. This was no masterpiece, not yet. It would take years of work to become something on legends, but he knew with the love and care, it would grow its own spirit and will, and become a great asset to a master.

Once he was done, he gathered more supplied he felt he needed and was off, back into the forest. He started this with wanting to avoid people, but after the past 12 hours on the island, and the countless people he fixed or even had to kill, he started to enjoy it. The orc was the best so far, and gave him real trouble, unlike some. Foxes, rabbits, wolves, even a few other mustelids, they all fell to his superior martial skills. It was then that he decided he wanted to make his stave more deadly and useful for slicing and neutering people up as needed. And it didn’t take long on the road leading deeper into the continent that he found the first person to try it on. He was a large brute, a muscular tiger dressed in a white tank top and some baggy pants, hanging low on his strong hips. He looked sort of out of place, like he should be in a city either pretending to be a gangster, or something of that sort. As the tiger saw the mink, he looked surprised, then grinning, he stepped closer. “Ooh, yet another fag to bust and make my bitch?” Looking the tiger over once more the mink laughed some at that, “We will see who ends up with their face in the dirt soon enough.”

The tiger cracked his knuckles, grimaced at the armed mink, and pulled out a pistol, and aimed it at the mink, who by then, had moved fast and easily from where the “gangsta” wannabe was aiming with his gun held sideways, all too well knowing the inaccuracy of the grip. It didn’t take long for the butt of the bladed stave to come up, slam home into his crotch, the gun discharging at the surprise, before he used a free hand to grip the tiger’s wrist, break it, and take the gun. As the tiger stumbled back, screaming as his hand was broken and berries bruised, before he could even spout more than a few profanities, the staff was spinning then smacked the tiger hard enough to make a loud crack as his jaw was dislocated if not broken. The muscled gangster wannabe was out cold, blood leaking from his mouth as his eyes where rolled back into his head. Within a moment, the tiger was left naked, the Mink using his knife in his pocket to sever the bits, and roughly packed the wound with mud made from the tigers blood and urine and placed a leaf on it. Weighing the package, he grinned, then stuffed it in his mouth, chewing it to mush slowly as he kept walking, talking to himself as he did “I swear when are these morons going to learn, it’s not a matter of brute strength, but how you use your muscles and brains.

***

Eyes watch from a tree, seeing the plainly dressed mink, a soft feral growl escaping the creatures’ maw, its eyes gleaming in predatory hunger as he panted. He watched every move of the wanderer, and saw how fast he put down the large tiger. He growled louder some as he watches the mink take the tasty parts full of all the nutrients hunters so love to eat first. His stomach growled as he watched the mink adjust himself, seeing that large bulge in the mink’s pants, his own naked loins stirring. Idly, he reached down and rubbed his bits in anticipation, chirping in pleasure, tail swaying as he slowly slinked down the tree. He watched as the mink wandered down the road off a distance, moving over to the tiger and sniffing at it as he cocked his head. He obviously was considering the tiger as a meal, but chuffed at it and moved off to follow the mink, purring softly almost as he stalked his prey.

***

The mink walked down the path, noticing the forest slowly turned to that of a swamp, the bright green surroundings turning more drab and dark; the ground becoming moist and loose from the water quickly. It didn’t take long to get far enough in the marsh that it was to his liking, stopping he set up a camp once more. His ears twitching at every sound, body tense as he seemed ready for a fight, eager almost, tail swaying as his grip on his weapon tightened as he breathed and meditated. Casually, he walked over to a tree and removed his shirt, hanging it from a branch and stretched out, his body lithe and fit, and covered in water resistant fur. Next, he removed his pants and hung the as well, flexing as all he wore was a tight fitting pair of boxer-briefs a dark grey that left little to the imagination as his bits bulged the front out.

Suddenly, there was a crack, and he turned, expecting an enemy he knew was following him, just to see nothing. Quirking a brow he, looked some, his heart racing, when suddenly he heard something to hi right, looking he saw birds fly off franticly, then suddenly something explode from the tree in front of him. Turning fast, all he saw was a yellow flash speed at him fast, using his stave and spun out of the way, watching as claws swipe past his mid section, aiming at his loins, barely missing. As he twisted and turned and got new footing on the soft soil, he watched as the cheetah slid across the ground, about to hit a tree. The mink was ready to strike the other male in the moment of weakness, rushing forward some as he got cocky. He nearly paid for the cockiness as well as the cheetah turned and planted his legs against the tree, and used it to deflect himself back at the mink.

The mink was taken aback as he winced, feeling as dull but no less painful claws dug into his chest, holding his stave up as he caught the predators mouth in it, fighting with the strong cheetah. He knew those teeth where meant for the minks throat, the two males eyes meeting as they stare each other down. The Mink feeling he was on the prey side against this larger male, his loins stirring as a mix of fear and adrenaline flow in him. The felt the cheetah’s claws move down and tried to claw the underwear off and purr, the mink then grinned some twisting the staff roughly, flipping the cheetah over. He wrenched his stave free and spun it as he brought the blade down where the cheetah lay. But as the blade comes down, the cat rolled over and darted out of the way, face lunging at his crotch.

The mink barely saved himself real pain, but those teeth catch his underwear and pull, it tearing some as he nearly falls over, the large mink bits smacking and tea bagging the cheetah as the underwear comes of and falls to his feet. The mink quickly steps out of them as those teeth snap at his loins once more, feeling as teeth graze down over his large length as he quivers in a feeling of pleasure and terror. Now naked and half hard, he pants and sways his tail, “Well, I wasn’t expecting such a fun opponent.” The two circled each other, the mink noticing the cheetah was panting and fully hard; his cock hard and leaking some, the mink half hard still, but his body was tense, he can see how he might lose this if he wasn’t careful, now that he was exposed.

The cheetah suddenly tore off at him again at its’ max speed, the mink dodging like a matador, each time the cheetah barely missing his vital points. It didn’t take long, but soon both where nearly exhausted, and the end of one male was coming soon. As they both rested, the mink looked around some, their location now deeper in the marsh as he flexed his toes. He was at home in wet watery location, but this pred was used to much dryer locations, the mink panting and smirking. “Seems this will end soon here spots…” The cheetah chuffing in seeming acknowledgement, tail swaying as one last time, they size each other up. The mink moves back, slowly, feeling the spongy ground, and looks over to all the gnarled roots and stumps and thick vines around them. Setting his spear aside he motioned for the cheetah to come at him, acting as if he was giving up.

The cheetah rushed him full force with a growl-roar of satisfaction, seeing that now hard mink cock throbbing and leaking pre, teasing and taunting the cheetah closer. As he ran, the mink, fall back into the spongy ground and use his arms and legs to launch the pouncing cheetah through the air, the male mewling in surprise as he flew, head smashing onto a large root as he writhed and wiggled through the air in a daze. Skidding and sliding all over as he bounced up into the thick vines and fell, struggling as he got more tangled, roaring out in anger as he couldn’t get free. The mink grabbing his bladed stave and ran forward, looking at the trapped male as he struggled. The mink slammed the butt of the stave against the trapped males’ throat and held it. Watching as the cheetah soon slowly went out as he was choked to unconsciousness, holding it for nearly a minute more till he was sure he was out before letting the throat once more free, a large bruised spot on the throat, visible through the light fur.

Panting, the mink flopped down, his body covered in shallow scratches, his body aching as he rubbed a shoulder, looking up at the speed demon. “You where a good opponent, you had speed and muscle, and skill of a true hunter, but lacked the intelligence. For that, I’ll show some mercy and only take your balls.” With that, he flipped the bladed part of his staff around, moving closer, he grabbed that sack, and tugged, using the sharp blade to make quick work of the sack. Without much thought, he just poured the fat nuts into his muzzle, the orbs a nice mouthful, about the size of eggs each as he chewed the, up, before closing the bleeding male crotch up best he could to stop the male from dying at least.

Going back to his camp, he placed the sack in his bag, a memento of the strong warrior he just fought. It didn’t take long, but as he returned to give the feral pred a small ham he had, he saw the male had gotten free. At first, he growled, but then sniffed at the air, smelling the meat as the cheetahs stomach growled. “Here, a reward for fighting so well” and tossed it at the male, who flinched at first as the water splashed him, but then moved over to it, sniffing at it, then grabbing it. Motioning with his head, the mink told him he was free to go. With a nod, the tired neutered cheetah disappeared back into the swamp with his large piece of meat. The wanderer just returned to camp, and had his own nice meaty meal, and tended to wounds. As he slept at night, he was tense and paranoid, but some part of him felt safe from the cheetah, who would likely go for easier pray next time.

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