Canine VS Equine, the pet or the mount [COMPLETE]

Tawncal doesn't see Felix next to the tree. That's when he hears the sound of a branch being snapped that he understands : he looks upward and sees the white wolf in the tree. He stomps again the ground when he's called “horse-ass”. Yes, a Centaur has the big bum of a horse. That is a fact. But this way to name him is degrading.

« So you are so confident in winning this match, that you need to flee and to climb in this tree... Please, come down and deal with me. Don't flee like a Human. »

The Centaur steps aside to avoid the branches Felix tosses at him.

« Don't call me “horse-ass”. Or my butt will be the last thing you'll see before cumming out, so you will register that a Centaur is not a horse. Come down and look at my butt. »

"Your butt will be the last thing I see? Yeah im going to tell you right now that aint going to happen.. Im also going to tell you something else that is important. Your a horse-ass!" Felix continued to aggressively shout down at Tawncal without fear of repercussion. If he did end up with the centaurs ass in his face it would be the very definition of torture for him, therefore he couldn't let it happen, no matter what.

"Hyah!!" Felix would shout abruptly while suddenly tossing himself out of the tree at Tawncal. The centaur had wanted the wolf to come down there and fight out the rest of this match, and now that he had been given enough time to sexually regenerate a bit, he would, intent on coming out of this one on top.

« I am not a horse-ass ! I have nothing common with a horse ! »

Tawncal thought Felix was not brave enough to come down his tree. He thought this dialog could last long without resuming the fight. He was conscious that all this time spared by Felix was good for him to recover from arousal. The Centaur was frustrated.

For all this reasons, he really didn't expect Felix to come down right now. But Felix does, tossing himself right on him. On him ! On his back !
« What ?! »
The Centaur rears up, surprised to feel the wolf falling on his horse back.
« Don't ride me ! How you dare ! I told you I have nothing common with a horse ! You talk about my butt, you're really gonna lick it ! »

"Ahahaha!! Got you now horsey!!" Felix started off when he landed on the back of Tawncal, instantly crawling forwards to try and hook his arms into a rear-naked choke position on his centaur opponent. "Maybe I might be having myself a few nice long licks of your cock! But im never going anywhere near you foul horse-ass! Not in a million years!" He exclaimed confidentially, believing this match to have now swayed heavily in his favour.

At this point Felix would just try to keep the choke locked in, keeping it held tightly to try and make sure that he wasn't simply bucked off.

Tawncal is getting furious. Not only the insults, but now he's riden like a mount, like a horse, the worst insult for him ! It can't be possible ! How could this anthro-wolf dare to ride him ?!

Tawncal rears up and gives hip thrusts upward with his hindquarters, subjecting Felix to an actual rodeo. Gritting his teeth as he's choked, he grips Felix's wrists and struggles to break the hold and to pry Felix's arms apart.

« Stop calling me “horsey” or “horse-ass” ! Look at my butt, I'm a Centaur, it's not the butt of a horse ! Get down ! »

"Im not going to stop calling you what you are horsey!! Not until I win of course!! Afterwards I'll just feel too sorry for you to call you anymore names!!" Felix barked into Tawncal's ear, doing his best to hang on no matter how wild the ride got.

However as time went on Felix's strength began to betray him again and he slipped to the side, falling off of the centaur's back and hanging off to the side, still managing to keep his arms around his opponents neck just not in a choke hold anymore. "Shit!! No! Dam it!!" The wolf cursed to himself in frustration as he hung in the air, struggling to keep a hold of his opponents neck as he desperately tried pulling himself up, wanting to get back into the same dominant position which he had just possessed.

Tawncal feels more enraged at what Felix murrs to him. But the Centaur knows that the anthro-wolf is too confident. This match can't end up by the victory of the white wolf.

And when he thinks that, he gets some sort of a proof, as Felix loses his seat off the Centaur's horse back. Felix hangs himself to Tawncal's neck, next to him. Tawncal looks at him with a smirk.

« What were you saying ? Noone rides a Centaur. Ready to lick at my butt ? »
Tawncal rears up to make Felix release his neck, then he confidently turns his back to him. Felix has now a full sight on the Centaur's horse big bum.
« Well, does it look like a horse ass ? »
The Centaur is not honest with himself : his equine big bum looks like any real horse bum. But he can't admit Felix is right to insult him.

"Wha!! AGH!!" Felix yelped in surprise as he was suddenly flung off of Tawncal and onto the painfully hard ground, impacting with a muffled thud. "Ughhh.." The wolf groaned with his eyes currently shut while he writhed on the ground, eventually stopping and opening them to be met with the horrifying sight of the centaur's rear above him.

Suddenly it seemed like all of Felix confidence had been taken away as he almost began trembling, his facial expression equally as horrified due to the realisation of what could happen here. "N-No please!! I-It doesn't look like a horses ass!! You were right and I was wrong!!" He suddenly began admitting frantically, too afraid to move. Felix couldn't care less if he seemed like a coward, he just didn't want that ass on his face, no matter what it had to be avoided.

Felix panics. That's how Tawncal sees things now : his opponent guesses he stands no chance to win and panics. Felix doesn't want to lick the Centaur's bum, so he admits it doesn't look like a horse ass and that he was wrong. Tawncal smirks. He has what he wanted, or almost what he wanted.

« Smell it. Tell out loud that I don't smell like a horse. And I want you to lick it. I don't ask you to lick my hole, only to lick my buttocks. This is the only way to apologize now. Lick my buttocks and I promise I'm going to finish you quickly. »
The Centaur makes a step backward so Felix gets the Centaur's horse big bum closer to his face. The Centaur doesn't move his tail, he even grinds it between his buttocks, to hide his hole.

Without any chance of escaping or fighting back it looked like Felix was just going to have to do what Tawncal asked of him, it would still be very unpleasant for him but it was certainty a lot better than the alternative. This was truly utter humiliation at its worst, the wolf had come in expecting to beat his opponent down with ease, but ended up becoming nothing more than a desperate bitch.

Leaning up a bit further Felix took an audible whiff of Tawncal's rear end, pulling back straight afterwards to cough a few times. Looking incredibly defeated he leaned back up to his previous position, trying to get it over with quickly by quickly licking across one of the large cheeks. Spitting from the taste the pitifully defenceless wolf collapsed back onto his back, trembling as the taste lingered in his mouth.