<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Bet</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eRBwTzu.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 12th, 2021, Mid Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE, Training Grounds<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>This certainly was not the outcome he expected.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured<br/><br/><hr/><br/>His split-second manueuver managed to only buy him a small reprieve from the onslaught of attacks Nerissa was poised to deliver, feeling only the smallest sense of concern for the blow. He couldn't even press the attack, his sudden shift to use the attack having cost a good bit of the control of his body as it fought against wanting to keep moving. If she wasn't angry already, she was probably absolutely livid... And now he was going to pay for his mistakes in full.<br/><br/>It did not take long for her barrage of attacks to resume, the pain reigniting as his form struggled to overcome the pain he was already feeling from their earlier training mishaps. No matter how he sliced it, there was no way he could try and turn this around in his favor... He still needed to pin her two more times, and she was running on pure frustration too much to probably allow herself to be pinned without fierce resistance. He attempted to block an attack aimed high, but he was instead throttled by a followup kick that marked her previous attack as a feint, and he had fallen for it completely.<br/><br/>"Guh...! N-no...!" He whined, hurrying to try and drag himself up... Before a firm pressure prevented him from doing that. It wasn't just any pressure either, Nerissa had swiftly positioned herself over him and straddled his torso well enough that her knees pinned his arms to the mat... And her bountiful bottom planted itself firmly against his face wit eyes widening. The sheer audacity of the attack was matched only by its equally sheer unpredictability, as he had expected her to beat him into submission, not...<br/><br/>Well, sit on his face.<br/><br/>Efforts to breathe were majorly restricted, blocked by shorts-protected fox bottom,  who he was certain could feel everything. He couldn't speak, he couldn't argue against her choice, he was too beaten to try and push her off, and now he was embarrassingly growing hard in front of her, seemingly as she realized her folly when he tried to breath. His mouth attempted to open to try and take in air from there instead, only making things worse as  instead the contours of her mound filled the spaces and plugged his mouth. She cried out for him to stop breathing, but he was sure he would probably be dead if he tried to do that...<br/><br/>The seconds would pass, and his shame would remain on display to the fox girl as he was confused at whether she would get off of him or... Literally get off<em>on</em>him. The way her tail swished and she spoke, he couldn't tell what she was doing... Wait, did she tense up a little? By the Gods, he wanted to tell her he was sorry for every mistake he made during the training today, as well as the fact he was very clearly turned on by her and no amount of explanation would cover his ass otherwise. At beat he was probably going to be barred from the Training Center for a week or more, but... At least it probably wouldn't get worse than that...<br/><br/><em>'W-well... I suppose I can think of worse ways to lose...'</em>