Wendy v. Hodag

Hodag tore the door off its hinges to reveal a man lying in bed with an orange haired woman bouncing up and down his shaft with impeccable strength and endurance. Hodag smiled, that was his kind of woman, a warrior.

The woman and the man stopped to look at the Cryptid man in the doorway. Wade screamed, and pushed Wendy aside, making a run for it through another door.

Wendy sighed, "So you're the one causing this entire mess."

"And I'm about to cause another one," Hodag grinned.

Hodag barely blinked before he realized that Wendy was right in front of him, throwing an uppercut that hit him square in the reptilian jaw. He fell backwards, still standing, but very pissed off.

"Maybe I need to pound some sense into you before I pound your pussy!" he roared, charging right at her.

Wendy showed no signs of fear, for she knew she was fully in control of this fight. The Cryptid man was strong and durable, but he wasn't a skilled fighter like her. She easily put herself in a strong stance and as Hodag charged into her, she used his weight and momentum against him, throwing him off balance and sending him straight into the floor behind her.

CRASH!

Wendy turned quickly to face him. Never show your back to an opponent, was what her master drilled into her one day as he was drilling into her with his penis. She mentally thanked him for reinforcing the lesson with the analogy of sex.

"Men think strength and power is everything," Wendy scoffed, but Hodag couldn't hear her, he was completely out cold.

The effects of the aphrodisiac gas immediately dissipated as its controller was ****. Wendy realized what she had done with Wade moments before fighting Hodag, and her face flushed.

"I don't give a damn who his daddy is," she clenched her fist, "I'm beating that man to a pulp the next time I lay eyes on him."