Dayzee the Yordle Dom

Something I've slowly been leaking online and had on the Patreon for a while: some shortstack dominatrixing. Something I kind of wrote up as a dare from 4chan. I haven't played a ton of LoL, but the yordle girls pop up in shortstack threads and I'm familiar with some of the characters and its big, loose setting. When a general request for yordles came up, I had to ask what the shit they really were. Short version is kind of the League of Legends' gnomes; they're pretty hyper little blue-ish people who tend to get super passionate about one thing, and have minor to extremely canine/fuzzy traits. After mulling it over a bit, I came up with Dayzee, the tiny but cocky dominatrix and her passion for sex with the big folk. So enjoy some softcore tiny lady on grown man dickings!

I had some spare coin to throw around. I was all paid up on bills, and I made some quick gold last night at the tavern (I wasn't nearly as drunk as half the people there, and nobody else ever bets on the yordle in a barfight).

I've always had a thing for yordles. They were just interesting to me as a kid, but I think that attraction was the ears. As I got older, it was the interesting curves that grew on those little bodies. I've seen asses on a yordle that a grown woman couldn't have. T&A that looked like they made up half their bodyweight. It's a strange but fascinating contrast, like all the assets of a woman condensed into something you could fit in a suitcase

I decide to spoil myself. The Dollhouse is the cozy little inn and brothel near the East side of the city, and they say it's older than the town hall. The posters talk about "exotic beauties," by which they mean that they have girls of all species. I see ads for reptiles, mutants, women made of living stone, and even undead ladies. But that's not what I'm after.

A sweet young human lady works the front desk and shows me a sort of menu of the ladies. She helps me pick one out to suit my tastes: a cute yordle, stern, but not TOO rough about it. We briskly handle the business end of things and I'm given a room key, a name, and a send off of "Have a good time."
The room's just something out of a cushy inn; big fluffy bed and dark curtains over the windows for privacy. The yordle standing in the middle of the room is a sexy little thing; plus-sized curves on a pint-sized body. She has thick hips and thighs, and breasts the size of miniature watermelons. Her skin is the color of thick wine to a point of leaning towards a bluish purple. Her hair is a shade of mint green and wound up in two tight, Eastern-style buns, one on either side of her head in a spiraling pattern that resembles ram horns. They're perches right behind her ears, and I notice she's the kind of yordle with a thin fuzz that goes down from her ears that trails off around her shoulders. The ears are wide and pointed, reminding me of a puppy my friend had when I was younger. She wears a pitch black corset with bright pink studs along some of the edges, and it does a great job lifting and showing off her plump chest. The same goes for her snug, silky panties and thigh-high boots in complimenting her jiggly booty.

"So you're Dayzee?" I try.

"You will call me mistress!" Dayzee demands in her sharp, high voice as she cracks a riding crop. Oh boy. "Stacy should have filled you in downstairs! She always forgets that part!" I'm just quiet as the little beauty rants, seemingly to herself before she scowls at me. "Well? On your knees, big boy. You're not doing me any good all the way up there."

I awkwardly drop to my knees, too excited and amused to be properly afraid of her big talk. Apparently the Napoleon complex clearly stuck with Dayzee. She struts up to me, and the wiggle in her hips as she steps looks even better from down here. She still only come up to my chest, and I get an up-close view down her puffed purple cleavage.

"Hang on," she sighs, striding off in a brisk pace compared to her sensual strut from before. She fetches a small stool from the far side of the room and puts it in front of me, carefully stepping up on it. I bite my lip to not smile too widely at the adorable little dominatrix pretending to be in control while she's balancing on a stepladder with her tits right in front of my face.

Dayzee tilts my chin up, inspecting me closely with her narrow pink eyes. Her little fingers gently stroke my neck and chin, making my skin tingle and my dick eager to escape. She finally smiles and forces her mouth into mine, her little lips and tongue working overtime to compensate for their size. She sets aside the riding crop so that she can take my hands and guide them up to her hips rather than hang stupidly by my sides. I squeeze her big, bluish butt and she moans into my mouth, this sweet little whine of a sound that vibrates against my tongue.

She finally takes me by the collar and pushes me back with some surprising strength. "Get in bed, big boy," she orders sensually, and I'm quick to obey as soon as she lets go. It's a real vulnerable feeling to have someone slightly bigger than a toddler in control of you, but damned if it doesn't feel great. She climbs up after me with a complicated heft of her curvy little body to get on the human-sized bed, crawling over on all fours as absolutely everything on her jiggles. She starts to undo my shirt as she pushes her wine-colored breasts into my face. "Keep yourself busy with these, baby," she coos in her spritely voice, and I gladly do. I kiss and suck on the amazingly soft skin, and she stops her slow undressing of me to take my hand again and lead it up to her chest. "Come on, you big lug. It's not like you're not going to break them. Get a little rough. Have some fun."

I grow some balls at Dayzee’s encouragement and pull down on the corset. Her boobs spring out like excited puppies glad to be let out of their pen, and even her nipples are cute and gently upturned at the ends of her hefty breasts. I suck on one of the thumb-sized tips, and I can feel her breathing grow more intense as they puff back and forth against my face. She finally gets my shirt off, and when she's teasing her tiny hands around my stomach, I get up some courage. My mouth is still on her breasts when I bring my hands up to start stroking her ears.

The confident, coy look on Dayzee's face vanishes as her eyes go wide, and the fuzzy growths flicker in between my fingers. Her mouth hangs open like she's stupefied, and I can feel her thighs slowly start to rub together beside me. I stroke over their stiff edges, trying not to disturb her carefully wound up hair. I always wondered what they felt like, and they're a bit more stiff and taut than human ears. They're warm and distinctly fluffy, and I'm surprised at how aroused it makes me. I'm not exactly an ear fetishist, but it's clearly a big deal to Dayzee from the way her brain just seemed to shut down when I went to her unusual erogenous zone.

Over a minute passes when she manages to weakly push a hand away. "Save that for later," she pants out, her eyes looking glassy until she blinks them a few times. She clears her tiny throat and blushes a deep violet before crawling down to take down the rest of my clothes. She teases my shaft with her delicate fingers before she starts to kiss around the base, gently scraping with her dull little teeth once in awhile like a possessive dog with a toy. She keeps looking up at me to make sure I'm enjoying myself, and I absolutely am.

"Mmm, you're a real mouthful, aren'tcha?" she praised in her permanent giggle of a voice. "Whatcha gonna do with a big thing like that, hmmm?" She straddles one of my legs, one big thigh on either side as she takes my cockhead into her mouth. She can barely fit more than that in her thin blue lips and little mouth, so she sucks and licks even harder to make up for it. Her breasts hang out of her corset and rub their warm flesh on my balls, and I feel the delicate silk of her panties grind against my knee. They hug against her wet crotch, showing me an outline of her puffy labia. Dayzee must be enjoying this at least half as much as I am.

"You ready for this?" she asks. My bigger concern is if she's ready for it, but she seems to much more confident and experienced in the matter that I just nod. She seems to know what she's doing. She stands up on the foot of the bed and slowly strips out of the last of her gear. With the corset down, her breasts are free to bounce all over, and dainty little toes come out of her boots. Her pussy is slightly puffy, almost pouty, and has a wide bit of peach fuzz around the top that's more fur more than pubic hair. Rather than jumping right on my shaft, she turns around and so that she's sitting on me with that round bottom jiggling expectantly in my face.

"Deep breath now," she chimes and gives me a second before she presses her rump into my face. Even with an ass that big, she's lightweight enough that it's not really smothering me. I knead her ass enough that I can get my tongue inside underneath her crotch. She lets out this childish laugh as I reach her pussy. She to grind rhythmically on my face, her sweet snatch starting to smear her juices on me while her ass cheeks rub against my face.

I'll admit that the rumors are true: yordles taste like purple. There's a faintly fruity taste to her, and that small of a pussy apparently produces a lot of lube to accommodate its "guests." Either I'm doing a good job at my oral or she just wants to watch me squirm, because she turns around to wrap her chubby thighs around her my head and push her mound right into my mouth. It's so puffy and tiny that I can take it all in and suck on it like an orange. Her watchful eyes and knowing smile oversee my actions, and she plays with her big jiggly tits as she sees me hungrily eat her out.
"Got a sweet tooth, do ya?" Dayzee teases, her tiny hands brushing against my stomach. At first I think she's teasing me, her fingertips only barely touching the tip of my shaft. The way she grunts and leans though, I think she just realizes her arms can't reach far enough to do both. I help make the decision for her as I lift her up by the hips with some minimal effort. A string of her pussy juice mixed with my spittle runs between her crotch and my mouth as she gets her feet back under her, flashing me a little smile of thanks.

She sticks that bounty of a butt out behind her and eases down on top of me. She's wet and warm enough that it feels like dipping my dick into a hot bath. She starts to hump in this slow, spiraling motion, wiggling me in subtly deeper. At first, it's clear it won't all fit inside her unless I want to risk popping something. She starts out with this interesting trick, where she sits back between my legs. She arches her back so that she's in a crab-walk position, showing off some rather tight little abs to go with those soft tits. I'm not sure what she's up to at first, but I can see a subtle bulge in her lower belly where my dick ends, right below her little patch of fur. She leans back on her arms for balance as she stretches out her legs, and rather than taking me all the way in, she wraps her thighs around the rest of my shaft, her dainty toes rubbing softly against my balls.

It's all overwhelmingly satisfying without truly making me finish. I'm barely keeping my wits enough to only thrust slightly so I don't rip poor Dayzee in half. But she knows what she's doing and she shows it. I don't notice until her feet are resting on my stomach that she's slowly moving deeper. The bulge shows a bit higher, and more of my shaft has her... not so much humping as she is wriggling. It makes all her soft bits jiggle, and I can see her face bundled up in concentration, as if feeling her way through this with nothing but her vaginal muscles.

"Whatcha starin' at?" She's breathing heavily, but it's this steady, controlled breathing like an athlete instead of a chubby runt of a girl. The dominatrix angle seems mostly gone as she gives me a confident, playful smile. For all the effort her body's going through just to fuck me, she's clearly having fun with this.

"Prettiest little yordle I've seen in a long time." I'm apparently not so far gone in my lusty haze to lose a little bit of wit, at least. Dayzee giggles and oh gods, my dick can feel every twitch of her abdomen when she does. She sees the response in my face and that just makes her laugh harder, this chiming noise as her high voice gets even higher. "Wow, you really tickle me just right," she grins as the giggles finally trail off. "You're going to be a fun one, I can tell."

With that, she pushes her hips forward in one final thrust. I'm balls deep in the yordle riding on top of me, which I only realize because her booty jiggles right against my nads when she comes to a stop. She gives a big grunt of pleasure, bringing her hands around to rest between my chest and stomach as she rides slowly up and down. Her eyes close a bit as if it's some huge relief to her just to relax her abs. Or maybe yordles keep their clits somewhere halfway up to their throats.
"You alright?" I ask as I reach my longer arms down to take her hands, pulling gently to help with the rhythm of our thrusts.

"Shut up and fuck me," she commands, her eyes fluttering between half-lidded and wide open. It's as if she can't decide if having me inside her is the most relaxing or most thrilling thing in her life. It's a long, slow ride, but damn if it's not all amazing. I have no idea where I am inside her except for "incredibly deep," and I help hold her steady by her breasts to pull her back down whenever she pumps back up. She moans a lot, but when she seems to enjoy but get used to that, I bring out the secret weapon again.

My hands move up to her shoulders, rubbing the thin fur that blends into her skin color. She twitched and laughs again, not sure if it tickles or if she's just excited for what comes next. My fingers brush past her hair buns and I lightly pinch her around the ears, rubbing along the firm and fuzzy edges. She shakes all over like she just had a seizure, and I feel a warm stream of something run down my shaft. Her body relaxes for a moment, and she grabs my wrists to force them to stay against her ears.
"Don't stop," she orders, continuing her full body thrusting. Dayzee's ass slaps against my balls. Her thighs hug around the front of my pelvis. Her ears tense and twitch between my attentive and exploring fingers. Her breasts bounce heavily enough they make soft slapping noises. Her face twists in this wild delight, biting her lip or giving high-pitched squeaks, purrs, and those enticing little laughs. Her abs and lower belly bulge and roll as it goes through her curvy little body.

It's enough that I eventually have to cum in her, and her whole body seems to flex to grind on her harder. What feels like hours worth of buildup shoots into Dayzee as she hurriedly works out a second orgasm over me. She's all clenched so tight around me that I don't have to hold her on as I finally flop back onto the bed, breathing heavily as she's basically impaled on top of me.
"Mmm, you sure know how to treat a lady," she coos at last, her eyes half-lidded and breathing heavy as she gives me another Cheshire grin.

"You took that like a champ yourself," I praise back, getting another dick-clamping giggle. Dayzee slides back off of me, and apart from a wet slurping noise and a distinct pop at the end, it seems to be a lot quicker than getting me inside of her. She climbs off and heads to a standing coat rack, tugging a miniature fluffy pink robe off of one of the lower hooks. She wraps it around herself and heads towards the door. "It's going to be a long night, big boy. You want anything from downstairs? My treat." Of course, The Dollhouse paid for a room for the night as well as food, drink, and your girl of choice, so it was a bit less generous than she made it sound.

I get some water, and at Mistress Dayzee's prodding, something a little stronger. "Perfect!" she chimes. "Because I want  you hard and ready again in thirty, you big lug. Then we can get to the REAL fun stuff." Dayzee picks up her riding crop, snapping its tip against her foot stool as she winks at me and goes down for the drinks.

Marvel Catfight: Wolfsbane vs Tigra

Rahne Sinclair and Greer Nelson lounged quietly against one of the walls of the Avengers mansion. Better known to the world as Wolfsbane and Tigra, they had been urged together by their teammates to mingle with each other during the small party. The two teams had figured they would have a lot of in common, and not just for their beastial instincts and appearances. They were both mothers and teachers, and had been through alot in their pasts between supervillains and troubled lives.

"Funny, eh?" Rahne offered with an awkward smile. "You and me with practically the same powers, but one of us is called a minority."

Tigra chuckled and shook her head. "Technically, we ARE a minority, but I get what you mean. Those of us who are super soldiers, alien experiments, and different colors of Hulks are too rare to even really call 'minorities.' Just don't think it's easy being different because it's under a different name."

Rahne nodded lazily. "Aye, and you know the first thing everyone would think of when ye say we've got problems..."

Tigra grinned and then boy answered together. "Fleas."

The two shared a laugh, and Tigra ran a hand through her hair. "But really, it's not even the looks at this point. You can turn it off all you want, but I'm more comfortable in this form these days. You just have to watch for the instincts."

"Damn right. If'n ye don't keep an eye on it, those nasty beastie sides creep up on ye." Rahne raised her eyebrows in realization. "Oh, you really should see Doc Samson. The man' a right proper genius."

"Yea? What for?" Tigra asked, looking at her quizzically.

"Fer the instincts. The whole feral rage doesn't go well with a Scottish temper, let me tell ye. My sessions with the doc were a big help in keepin all that in check."

Tigra's expression soured a bit as she looked at Wolfsbane from the corner of her eye. "Oh... well, thanks but no thanks. I'm not crazy."

"Scuse me?"

"I mean, don't lump me in with you. I've got some problems, but I am definitely not therapy level crazy. That's on you."

"Well fer a lass that prances about covered in nothin' but fur and a bikini, I don't think ye've got any right sayin' you’re right in the head."

Greer leered back at her. "Look, just because you're a psycho, rageaholic mutie doesn't mean that everyone in the world is. You don't know me."

Rahne scowled back as she met the orange heroine's eyes. Those instincts she'd mentioned were starting to build up again, and she felt her muscles twitching that told her a change was coming on if she wasn't careful. And she certainly wasn't going to be.

"Oh, I don't, eh? Doesn't look like yer tryin' to hide much for some horny slut trottin' around in her underwear for attention. Or is that just what ye wear while yer in heat."

Tigra's face would have gone red if it weren't already covered in fur. "Hold on! I'M the slut? I've read your files, you Scottish mutt. I'm not the one who went off and slept with her own student!"

Wolfsbane growled lowly, the wolven hair starting to sprout over her cheeks. "Ye've no place teaching in the first place. A failure like you's gotten her fuzzy arse kicked so many times, no wonder your lot keeps dyin'." Tigra bared her teeth as Rahne smirked at her successful emotional blow. "Or maybe ye like bein' a weak little pet, eh? How many's that now that's owned ye? Kraven, Molecule Man, Red Hood... surprise ye don't just wear a collar all day and save yourself the trouble."

Tigra clenched her fists and readied her claws, ready to start a fight. She sucked in a deep breath to regain some of her control, but smirked back grimly with her mouthful of fangs. "Some talk from the kind of girl who had her religion beaten into her. Wasn't that how Reverend Craig raised you?" Rahne's wolf form was developing its final touches, and her canine ears folded back aggressively. "And that time you 'bonded' with Havoc. You have all this bark like you're some kind of alpha wolf, but you know that deep down you're a helpless puppy, looking for the next person to abuse you and make you their bitch."

Rahne snarled and dove into her. Tigra was braced for her and hissed back, the X-man and Avenger crashing to the ground as they clawed and kicked at each other wildly. The party was quick to react and pull them apart. Colossus easily scooped up Wolfsbane in a bearhug while She Hulk took Tigra by the arms from behind.

"Easy now, Reeve," She Hulk urged, squeezing her arms to try to steady her. "It's a party. We're here for a good time. Let's get you some air."

Rahne was having a similar lack of success escaping Colossus' iron grip. "This ain't over, ye dirt cunt!" the wolf-woman snarled. "We're gonna settle this woman to woman!"

"Not now, you're not," grunted Colossus, starting to lug her away from the scene. But Reeve agreed, and they would be in contact very soon to hash out when to settle this. Between their human pride and their animal instincts, neither heroine was content to let this unsettling attack slide.

Greer and Rahne met up again in secret at one of the several Avenger safehouses. It was a cozy and pracical setup, a large two-story house modified to include a med bay, a minimal arsenal, and most importantly, a padded training room. They came with a small gym bag each, and as Tigra set eyes on the Scottish woman she smirked and pulled a studded black dog collar out of her bag, making sure that she saw it.

Rahne raised an eyebrow a bit, Tigra thinking she'd gotten into her head before Wolfsbane pulled out a bright pink leash and collar from her own. She dangled it before Tigra, complete with a little bell at its throat before she tossed it into a corner. The room was very purposefully empty, the walls lightly padded and mats along the ground.

"Feeling more at home now that you're in a padded cell, psycho mutt?" Tigra spoke first.

Rahne growled and quickly started her change. Her wolf form had gone through a few different incarnations over the years, something that The Professor had dismissed as the mutation itself adjusting to her moods and needs. She had lately been settling on a fairly human look, with dark, almost skin-tight fur, slightly ears, and distinctly clawed fingertips. Despite all her anger, she wasn't out to just rip the fellow heroine apart. Rahne wanted to break and humiliate her more than anything.

Tigra was already in her furry skin and classic bikini, with Wolfsbane dressed similarly in a sports bra and simple panties. "So how ye want to play this, kitten?" Rahne growled at her, baring a few of her pointed fangs in the process.

"Who's playing? We don't need rules here, now do we, you freak beast? We fight it out and the loser's the bitch. Winner's the alpha."

"Fine by me!" Rahne lashed out with a swipe of her claws, grabbing for Tigra's hair. The orange-furred Avenger hopped back from the attack, but Rahne pressed the attack and rammed her shoulder into Tigra's stomach. The Avenger grunted and hit the wall behind her, Rahne throwing a flurry of swift punches into her side and stomach.

Tigra grunted with each blow, but despite her combat record, she wasn't so easily taken down. She grabbed Rahne's wild mane of hair and adjusted her position to knee her in the guts, taking the fight out of the wolf.

"Don't get cocky, beta bitch," Tigra snarled while Wolfsbane coughed from the body blow. Tigra hooked a leg around Wolfsbane's and shoved her to the ground, falling on top of her chest to chest. The Avenger pressed her forearm into Rahne's neck to try to pin and choke her out, but braced her legs and flipped the tigress over her head. Tigra grunted and landed flat on her back as Rahne rolled back upright quickly.

"What's all that about landin' on yer feet, pussy?" Rahne spat at her as she seized one of Tigra's ankles, kicking the other aside so that she could twist it painfully. Tigra gave a sudden howl of pain from the attempt at a submission hold, digging her clawed fingers into the mats to try to vent the pain in her vulnerable foot. With a primal hiss, Tigra lashed out with her free leg. The claws on her toes slashed across Wolfbane's breast, tearing a part of her sports bra and leaving several shallow cuts along her chest. It was hardly enough to draw blood, but enough to make the she-wolf recoil and release her hold.

Tigra rolled to all fours, not bothering to even get back upright before she pounced onto Wolfsbane. They rolled around the mats a bit before Tigra ended up on top, slipping a leg to either side of Rahne and locking her ankles together. "You should have stayed in your junkyard, mutt," Tigra snarled, flexing her powerful thighs and crushing them together around Wolfsbane's abdomen. The she-wolf gasped and pushed at the toned legs, leaving shallow scratched but unable to move the orange heroine's tight body scissor. "That's it. Squirm! Let's see how pathetic you are against a real woman, you weak fucking psychopath!"

Tigra turned to face away from Wolfsbane, which the trapped mutant thought was to avoid her claws and fingers. It was soon revealed that she was simply upping her game. Tigra rolled Wolfsbane onto her stomach, taking her by the chin and pulling upward, getting a shout of angry pain from the Scottish heroine.

"Ready to break, bitch?" Tigra gloated, giving an extra sharp jerk to send another aching bend through Rahne's neck and back. Wolfsbane had her arms free, but not much to grab at. She managed to get to her knees, even if Tigra was still mounted on her back and neck. She grabbed the tigress by the wrists, pulling her hands off of her chin long enough to force her way to her feet. Tigra had enough time to gasp, but couldn't remove herself before Wolfsbane charged backward, crushing the cat in between her back and the wall.

Tigra's arms went limp and released her foe as her entire body jolted from the impact. Tigra fell to the floor in a heap as soon as Rahne stepped away to rub her aching neck. She didn't spend long recovering, lest her opponent to the same. Wolfsbane stood over Tigra, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head up between her thighs and crushing the cat woman's neck in a headscissor. Greer gave a cry of pain, grabbing and pulling at Rahne's legs just to find her lower body far stronger than her hands.

"Get use to it, ya stripey cunt," Rahne snarled at her over Tigra's grunts and cries. "I'm gonna collar you up tight just like this and make you my bitch just like half the villains in this fuckin' city already have."

Tigra tried to find air enough to backtalk her, but had to settle for a few coughing curses. When she finally opened her mouth enough to shout something back, Tigra instead buried her fangs into Wolfsbane's fuzzy thigh.

"Fuckin' 'ell!" Rahne pulled back with a curse. Her sleek hair kept Greer from getting too firm a hold on her with her teeth, but enough to break the skin. Tigra rubbed her neck, but jumped not Rahne's back while the mutant was busy checking on her leg. Tigra hooked her arms under Wolfsbane's armpits and pulled up sharply, stretching up and back on her upper body.

"Dumb little monsters like you belong in a cage, Sinclair," Tigra snarled into Rahne's ear, leaning back to stretch the she-wolf out. Wolfsbane's breasts pushed against her sports bra, the slashes in the small piece of underclothes stretching and tearing under the pressure.

"Ready to give up, puppy dog?" Tigra taunted into Rahne's pointed ears. Wolfsbane's only response was a furious snarl as she kicked backward into Tigra's calf. It sent the nimble cat off balance, loosening her grip enough for Rahne to grab for of Tigra's arms and shoulder throw her over the wolf mutant's head and to the floor.

Tigra landed on her stomach, but Rahne grabbed her by the legs and flipped her back over. Greer's breasts were squashed under her chest as Rahne mounted her back and pulled her legs up behind her back. Tigra gave a loud cry of pain as Wolfsbane put her fury into the boston crab. The tigress tried to kick her way free, but the angle was too awkward to resist. Rahne just buried her laws into her tender leg muscles, securing her hold to pull harder still.

"Still think ye can beat me?" Rahne grunted as she poured on the pressure. "Cuz you're lookin' 'bout as weak as a kitten."

Tigra just clawed and tried to pull herself free from the hold. "Fuck you, you rabid movie monster cunt!" Tigra shrieked back, clearly berserk with rage at her currently dominant foe. She had lost too much throughout her history as a heroine. She was tired of being the jobber of the Avengers. Her instincts were supposed to be an asset, but they were used over and over again to tame her. Never again...

With her hands and legs busy, Wolfsbane hadn't considered that Tigra might use more than that herself. So when the feline's tail snaked its way over her chest and between her arms, Rahne was too surprised and too unwilling to let go of her hold to stop it. The prehensile appendage wrapped around Wolfsbane's neck with a few tight loops and squeezed with all its might. While it wasn't as strong as limb, it was still enough to get Wolfsbane to let out a startled choking noise as her vulnerable neck was crushed.

"Where's that big mouth now, Fido?" Tigra hissed. She was still in the hold, but Wolfsbane's grip was weakened enough that it was more uncomfortable than painful. "Not so big with your new leash on, now are you? This what your dirty priest did to you, you weak mutie whore?!"

Tigra managed to wrench one of her legs free, though Rahne's tight grip tore a few fresh cuts along her inner thigh. Tigra ignored the trickle of blood running through her fur as she flexed her hips to tighten her tail's grip on the mutant.

Rahne let the leg go to grab at Tigra's tail, pulling at the lengthy appendage. It wouldn't give completely, but she did uncoil one of the circles the tail had taken around her throat. Tigra's grip was still tighter than Rhane would like, so as soon as it was out far enough, she bit into the striped tail. Tigra gave a mix of a primal yowl and a woman's scream as her enemy crushed the long tail between her teeth, stiffening up and hurrying to try to run away from Rahne and regroup.

Rahne had none of that, and as Tigra pulled her tail back out of her mouth, she wrapped it around her fist and pulled. Greer was dragged back into Wolfsbane's reach, where she wrapped Tigra's own tail around her throat and pulled back like a piece of piano wire. Tigra gasped and gagged as her own tail was turned against her, tugged tight by Rahne like another bone-chilling collar.

"Say ye give, ya housebroken twat!" Rahne demanded, giving the tail another rough yank into Tigra's neck. "Or's the has the slutty cat got yer tongue?" Wolfsbane shifted her grip to hold the tail in place with one clawed hand, her other grabbing the struggling Tigra's wrist and pulling it backward. Wolfsbane dug her knee in between Tigra's shoulder blades, sticking her impressive chest out while she did a number on her already aching back in a modified surfboard hold.

Between the pain, the humiliation, and the difficulty breathing, Tigra's vision was starting to blur. Her one useful hand couldn't reach anything vulnerable enough to prove useful. It was either let her strangle her with her own tail, or...

Tigra didn't quite have the air to surrender, so she tapped on the mats in the old sparring cue that she gave up and hoped that Wolfsbane recognized the signal. Fear started to set in when Rayne didn't release her right away, but Tigra was finally allowed to gasp for air when Wolfsbane suddenly released her. The once proud tigress fell to the floor, clutching her throat and coughing fresh air back into her lungs. Tears ran down her face at the mixed pain and relief of escaping the stranglehold.

Wolfsbane only gave her a moment before she grabbed onto Tigra's top. The Avenger could only try to cower away, but that just made tearing it off that much easier. "Dumb little beasties like ye don't wear clothes, now do ye?" Wolfsbane sneered, some vengeful pride in her voice as she tore off Tigra's few pieces of clothing unhindered. Tigra only whimpered as she tried to cover up her curvy body, but Wolfsbane slapped the hands away from her breasts.

"Take it back," Wolfsbane demanded coldly. Tigra looked up at her fearfully, her body still feeling weak and disoriented from the fight.

"What-?"

"Take it ALL back," Wolfsbane growled more firmly, kicking lightly at Tigra's chest. It was enough to knock her onto her back as Wolfsbane pinned her beneath her foot, glaring down at her.

"I... I'm sorry!" Tigra blurted, looking up at the cruel eyes of her opponent. "I take it all back. Really. You're not insane. You're not a pet, or an animal."

"No. I'm an alpha." Rahne slid her bare foot up Tigra's bare chest and shoved it into her face. "Start kissing, pussy bitch." Tigra didn't dare hesitate for long, kissing over the clawed toes obediently. "There's a good little kitten." Rahne grinned cruelly, and Tigra's body trembled in shame and repressed memories as she licked over Wolfsbane's sweaty, fuzzy feet.

The Scottish mutant finally relented as she stepped off of Tigra. She hoped it was over, but Rahne just went to her bag and produced the leash and its belled collar. She leaned over and jingled it like a toy, giving Tigra an expectant grin. Tigra visibly shuddered in disgust, but she crawled over on all fours for Rahne to fasten it into place.

"Good girl," Wolfsbane growled confidently. "Now who's a weak little kitten?"

"I am..." Tigra admitted in a tiny voice, finding herself frightened to break Wolfsbane's gaze. Too many supervillains had done terrible things to her for disobeying them, and that was boiling up in her all over again. Wolfsbane was indeed not so different from Tigra in their history of emotional and mental abuse, which just meant that she was savoring being on the giving end for once to someone who deserved it.

"Then meow for me, kitten," Wolfsbane ordered, giving the collar a sharp tug. Tigra's body jerked with it as the bell at her throat jingled, and she let out a few small, high meows for her forceful victor. She followed her further orders, licking her paws and rolling over as ordered rather than risk any further beating.

At last, Wolfsbane went into her bag again, this time producing a straight razor. Tigra's eyes went wide in horror, but Wolfsbane laughed at her. "Oh relax. I ain't gonna kill ye. I'm not crazy, remember?" She flashed Tigra an intimidating grin, but indeed didn't even intend to hurt her any further. Not physically, anyway. "Now let's see them tits, pussy."

Tigra was allowed to rise to her knees, where Rahne pulled on some of the fur on her breasts and off the bit of orange fuzz. It wasn't especially painful, but it left a small patch of hair that was shorter than that around it, right next to her cleavage.

Wolfsbane held up the bit of fur between her fingers. "There. I've marked ye. That means ye're mine, you pathetic little wannabe. I'm your alpha. You can hide it, and you can try to ignore it, but every time ye look at that bit o' fur, remember who gave it to ya and who owns yer arse."

Tigra shivered and broke down into quiet weeping. Wolfsbane walked away from her, but stuffed the small amount of fur into a pouch in her bag as a souvenir. She casually kicked Tigra's torn up bikini of a costume back at the broken tigress as she passed it by. Rahne left Tigra to her own devices, uncaring as she went back to the Xavier mansion for a late lunch. She must have been smiling, because Storm asked what had her in such a good mood.

"Just feelin' top o' the world today, y'know?" she said with a dismissive shrug and a satisfied smile.