You agree.

It’s a curious thing to be confronted by such a decision. Technically, you own her, in a legal sense at least. But at the same time, do you really? You look over her body, eyes trailing along the naked muscles which fairly pop out of her frame. You’ve often heard of being built like a Greek god, an Adonis or Atlas. This is the sort of body Nightmare sports, yet at the same time she holds the tender curves of the female form. Aesthetically, you don’t think they should go together. Yet if anything, these muscles don’t detract from her beauty at all. They compound it, cradling her femininity in a strength which defies the expected. She OWNS her body, knows every inch from her pierced nipples and glistening hair to the tips of her hooves.

Perfectly sculpted, rippling with muscular strength. Yes, she could easily dominate you physically, **** you beneath her and break you like a gelding, and you both know that. But this is not her intent at all. She seems to want you to bend, to go willingly along with her without forcing you to change. She almost seems to want and sculpt you, like she did her body. She has no intention of hurting you, but cajole you and ease you into her control.

You cannot help but wonder what, if anything, this may have to do with her being at one time abandoned?

The thought is chased away as her muscles flex beneath the thin veneer of her fur. She knows you’re watching, and she likes it. She wants you. To own you, not with some flimsy piece of paper or the even more pathetic binds of fear. She wants you to give yourself to her.

Yes, you think looking up into her amused eyes. She wants to own you, and in the deepest reaches of your soul, you want her to.

“Alright,” you say, clapping your hands decisively. You give them a quick rub, as a weightlifter might with chalk before undertaking a particularly heavy burden. “We’ll wrestle. And if I win, I’ll have you suck my cock.”

Her eyes flash with desire and, you suspect maybe a touch of relief. A grin splits her muzzle. “Oh Pet,” she coos, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “You’re going to pay for that one.” Her frame easily dwarfs yours, and you shudder with desire as she steers you out of the room with ease. You recall the way she picked you up and carried you all the way back home, and any thought you may have entertained of victory is chased away like a chill against a summer wind.

Yet, you look forward to the fight all the same, and know you’re going to make an effort before giving in. After all, you think as she leads you into the new weight room and onto a large rubber mat, there’s no reason you can’t enjoy your submission all the same.

Your ebon goddess releases you and walks to the other side of the mat. She takes no shame in her nudity, and begins to stretch. “Well, Pet, I think it might be a good time to lay down some ground rules.”

You shrug. “Sounds good to me. But you better not make up any that give you an advantage.” You jest. You try and mirror her own stretches, and wince as things which you didn’t even know existed began to move. Nightmare catches this and smiles a little wider.

“Oh don’t worry Pet, we’re only going with the basics. For example…” She stretches her arms over her head and balances on the tips of her hooves, breasts thrusting out and the metal rings jingling as they bounce. You flush at the sight and stumble in the midst of extending a leg. “No hitting below the belt.” She curves forward, touching her toes with ease and giving you a full view of her rock hard ass and the pink slit of her pussy. “No gouging eyes or fish hooking the mouth.” She suddenly reverses her pose, curling her back in an arch and planting her arms on the floor, pushing her breasts out for your perusal once more. “And finally, you lose if you tap out or leave the mat.” She straightened, gazing down at you with a playful smile. “Any questions?”

Having long ago abandoned any pretence at stretching in favour of observing her display, it takes you a moment to register her words. When you do, you snap your jaw shut and stutter out, “U-um, no. No…I…nothing at all. I’m good.”

Nightmare smiles, not at all fooled and taking a degree of pleasure in your embarrassment. She drops into a crouch, arms wide in a grappling stance. “Alright then,” she says, eyes flashing in a predatory light. “Here I come!”