"Meow for Mommy" Dot vs Lynx, Reverse Hentai

[Warkitten99]

Lynx had signed the contract for the match in the same airheaded manner he did everything else to get to this point. He never really studied his Japanese, and had no clue what "Hentai" even meant! Let alone "Reverse Hentai, 2/3 falls. Mixed Gender." Well, he knew what Mixed Gender meant...hopefully they didn't mistake him for a girl and put him against some big brawny dude.. The agents had a stupid smile on their face as he signed the paperwork, and soon the match was set.

And here he was, in the gorilla position, staring at the monitor. Unlike his previous match, he was going first. This time he did not plan to blow it like he did before. Lynx was so new he did not get to pick his own entrance music as the sound of bells and cat meows echo'd throughout the arenas from the speakers! The cosplayer still had no clue when he was supposed to step out from behind the curtain, and so once again at a random time stepped out, arms spread out, and let out a nervous but loud "Hello, errr uh...nya!!" To the fans.

Laughter erupted around the arena as the skinny cute, catboy cosplayer stepped out. Lynx's face became a deep blush as they laughed, and just like before he closed off into his own mental shell, and shuffled down the ramp. A couple fans even yelled jeers about his cute little butt! If he could tuck his cat tail between his legs, he would.

Spoiler

The catboy cosplayer would slide into the ring from under the bottom rope, and did his best to pose for the camera like any cat would, hands at the side of his face, curled like paws, and let out a "Meow?" To the camera, as if confused if he was doing it right. To the laughter and catcalls from the fans, he think he did it right.

[Malkavia]

As soon as the crowd's giggles started to fade, a new sound pulsed and bounced through the speakers, a warbling and synthetic electro sound that swayed as pink enveloped the room.

"Well aren't yooooou a dog rolled on its back?" said a lilting woman's voice over a layer of synth. The lights dimmed except for one source—the titantron, which had become a face. A pink face with cat-slit eyes and a jagged, Jack-O-Lantern LED mouth that wobbled and wiggled to its words like an audio-level wave.

"Come oooooon Lynx! Don't let 'em laugh you off like that! Show some God damn TEETH yeah?" The titantron face swayed as it talked, and on the word TEETH, its eyes filled with pink static while rows of triangle teeth filled its Jack-O'Lantern mouth. "And where's your badass larger than life intro, huh? Here, lemme fill in where LAW fucked up."

Somewhere backstage, Dot licked her lips and flipped a switch. Every spotlight on stage shot to its highest, blinding white setting and pivoted to Lynx.

"AAAAAAAAT FOUR FOOT THREE AND NINETY-SEVEN POUNDS, THE SWEETEST PUSSY YOU'VE EVER HAD!" The spotlights began to flash rapidly flicker on and off. They spun in tiny circles. They made Lynx's pale, delicate skin sparkle. "HE'S GOT WHISKERS! HE'S GOT MITS—CUTE. FUCKIN'. MITS! BUUUUUT MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL HE'S GOT—" Another flick of another switch, and Dot rolled her shoulders with delight she could barely contain—and every spotlight pivoted abruptly to shine their collected light directly on Lynx's behind. "THE CUTEST. SEXIEST. SOFTEST LITTLE ASS I'VE EVER SEEN."

"IT'S LYNX...FEEEEEEEELYYYYYYYYYNE!"

Clunk.

The music abruptly went silent. Every light in the room shut off but for the titantron and its wide, grinning feline face, lingering in the dark, eyes fixed on the ring. As this last bit of electronic life faded, a new spark popped on at the end of the ramp. It started as a solid pink dot, then melted and formed into the same titantron face—except refitted to fit on a human head.

Dot

The pink pinprick eyes remained at the top of the ramp. From behind the mask, Dot peered through the gloom, straight at today's plaything.

"Well. I did you, Lynxy. Now it's only fair if you introduce me—riiiiiiight?"

[Warkitten99]

Lynx was absolutely frozen in surprise at the sudden cut off from his opponent. He was standing in the center of the ring now, looking up at the titantron, mouth agape in surprise. It was talking to him!

All the spotlights simultaneously flipped onto the pale, nervous catboy, who stood as perfectly straight as a pencil, before glancing nervous looks left and right. He wanted to hide from the light, but everytime he tried to scoot anywhere, the lights followed. His face was turning pink, and his legs were shaking. And he hadn't even met his opponent yet!

"F-four foot three!?" He'd choke out. He wasn't that short! Not fair! His thought process was completely cut off as the spotslights zero'd in on his delicate, squishy, kitty tushy! "NYYYYYAAA!?!??!?!?!?!?!" He'd scream out, and covered his butt with is hands, and went a deep shade of pink! Lynx felt the whole world undressing him in their head, wanting to abuse his poor butt.

Finally his opponent was revealed, standing at the top of the ramp, in her full curvy glory. The woman even had cat ears, albeit electronic. She made a request for him to introduce her...but it felt like more of a order.

Lynx shook his head a few times to process what had just occurred and wake up from his stunned state. "I...introduce you...?" He'd mumble, shifting awkwardly and looking at the ring mat then back up at Dot. "Well how am I uhhh..." An awkward silence fell over the arena, it was as if everyone was waiting for him to speak. He was the center of attention, something he loved when he was cosplaying...but right now he wanted to be anywhere else.

"Weighing...more than me, and standing at uhhh, taller than me! She's got hips and wears pink and black! It's Robot cat girl! Nya?" He'd say, finishing his intro of her with a 'nya' and striking a rather stereotypical catboy pose, hands up next to his face, head slightly titled, butt sticking out to the side and putting on a nervous smile.

[Malkavia]

Analytics in the inside corner of Dot's mask told her 23% of the audience was recording this moment on their phones. Not bad. She could feel their interest as they murmured, leaning in.

She walked down the ramp with her hands folded behind her back, mask pointed straight at lynx with its wide, pink grin. As she reached the rope, she pulled herself over the top rope, lifted her legs slowly like a gymnast, pointed to the ceiling, and landed on the mat. Crack went the plywood.

Then she curtsied with one hand and extended the other towards ol' Lynx. Her face flashed shimmering pink around her kitty-cat grin. "Three out of ten stars, kiddo. Where was the Color?"

A Bang! shot off the heels of that word COLOR, and four pink, smoking firecrackers erupted from the four corners of the ring. By the time the crowd's yelp of surprise subsided, Dot had traipsed across the ring until she was looming over ol' Lynx. Her visor pressed close enough to his catboy snout that he could see himself reflected in the black sheen of her electronic face.

"Where's the sensssssuality, HMMMMM?" One of her two pink-dot eyes turned into a flat-line wink. Then the whole face morphed into a pair of sultry lips that kissed the inside surface of her visor, leaving behind a lipstick stain with a MWAH!

If he did nothing to stop her, she'd lift her hands to his cheeks and feel his cheeks under her fingertips, which poked soft and warm through black fingerless gloves, before threading her fingers up through his hair. "But you'll do better in the match, riiiiiiight?" As she stretched the last word, it took on a warped, electronic sound, easing into scratchy static noise as her screen faded to fathomless black.

[Warkitten99]

Lynx was looking at Dot with visible, nervous confusion as he introduced her, genuinely hopeful he did it to her expectations to avoid the worst of her wrath. Holding his cute cat pose for a moment, the girl...robot....cyborg....thing would display a surprising amount of athleticism as she flipped rather adeptly over the top rope and into the ring.

"T-three out of ten! I tried my best!" Lynx would insist, blushing at the feeling of being a public, abject failure. The firecrackers that went off would make him jump, and if his tail was real, it would be puffed up and pointed skyward, a visible display of his surprise terror. With a surprising amount of poise, stealth, and once again athleticism, Dot had found her way across the ring, now inches from him.

"S-sensuality!? I-I'm not sure how to do that..." The boy would begin to argue, his face flushing pink as the graphic of the kiss came up on the screen. He felt little tingles inside his body as she taunted him in such a way. Good news for him was that Dot more than likely could not actually kiss him, because the boy wouldn't be able to handle any more public shaming and humiliation for some time.

Lynx must have been in a trance because next thing he knew, Dot had captured his face in her hands, inspecting him like a recently acquired antique, running her fingers up his cheekbones, up to his hair. "I-I'll do the best I can!" Lynx stammered out as the screen faded black, the girl's hands still intertwined in his hair as she went to silence.

The catboy would be frozen in place for a moment, unsure of what to make of the scene infront of him as his eyes went up and down Dot's body, arguably greedily taking in the visual of her figure. He liked what he was seeing, no doubt, but wouldn't be lying if he didn't say he was absolutely terrified.

[Malkavia]

"Oh you'll do your best, huh? Meeee oh myyyy, aren't you just Mommy's ray of sunshine?"

Dot's fingers did what God made them to do—explore. They slid their sharp, you could say claw-like nails down our boy's back, found the curve of his ass, and squeezed. Not hard enough to break the skin (not yet), but she made sure he could feel all five points of her nails push just to the edge.

With her other hand, she cupped his chin. Tilted it up. "Know what gets my engine just cccccranking?" VROOM VROOM. The speakers roared a response to their mistress's call. If only Lynx have seen her mouth, he'd have caught a woman licking her chops. Salivating over her fangs. As it was, the LEDs in her kitten-face screen reflected rose off his pale, delicate skin. "It ends if, and ONLY if, I...cum on your face." Or until he came down her throat. But she wasn't offering any fantasies today.

Just before she did it, she wondered if Lynx would squeak when—on the word cum—she twisted her fistful of ass. That would be cute. That'd be damn photo-worthy. "AND THAT, my dear delicate dove, means I get to play with you jussssst as loooooong as it tickles my girlish whimsy. Doesn't that just sound spectacular?"

Murmurs rustled through the crowd. Oh no! Were they growing bored? Tisk tisk. Impatient little fucks, weren't they? Dot would have to write them an apology for so vexing their microscopic attention spans.

...Not that she would ever be hurried by the likes of them. No, she mussed Lynx's hair, brushed some something something off his shoulder, and let Lynx go. It was only once Lynx started to pull away, as if they were gonna just waltz into their respective corners and let the announcer or referee do their pre-match nonsense, that Dot pulled her first move.

Which was to punch Lynx.

Or at least try. Maybe he'd surprise her and slip out of the way with his lupine reflexes.

But if not, she'd punch hard. As hard as she could. Like she was on a one-woman mission to shatter his abs and tenderize his guts until she could throw them on a grill and call it filet mignon.