Marcella the ASSassin

Joy was right: someone was coming.

She -- it was obviously a woman -- was coming from the woods, walking with an arrogant strut that made Grimm tense up the moment he noticed it. A warrior's stride, he thought, preparing for a fight.

"Hi!" the figure shouted, still shrouded in shadow. As the moonbeams crossed over her approaching form, Grimm's assumption that the stranger was female were verified: she was a kangaroo, with wide hips and thick thighs (the atavistic part of Grimm's brain was admittedly tantalized), clad head-to-toe in a black outfit that revealed select bits of flesh. Her face was, for the most part, hidden -- only her bright, green eyes and some of the fur around her face were visible. The rest was hidden behind a cloth mask. Long ears poked out from either side of the mask.

Other bits of the kangaroo's anatomy were not so hidden, however: her neck was exposed, leading into a deep valley of cleavage created by a sizable pair of breasts. Despite being mostly bound with cloth, the stranger's breasts jiggled a little with each step. Her arms and legs were mostly covered, wrapped up in cloth strips and belts, her fingers and toes were exposed. Grimm's eyes narrowed when he saw the stranger's hips. Something was hanging off of her belt -- a weapon, perhaps?

"I said, hi!" The stranger was calling out to them again. "Yeesh. Y'all suck at hospitality, huh?" She was getting closer.

"Grimm..." Joy whispered. "What do we do?"

Grimm grunted and rolled over, then rose to his knees. When the stranger saw that he was nude, she laughed. "Oh, my, did I interrupt something? I'm so sorry." She giggled maliciously.

"Who are you?" Grimm called out. "Why are you here?"

"Cuttin' straight to the chase, eh?" the kangaroo menace replied. "I can respect that. My name's Marcella" -- she pointed at herself with her thumb -- "the Assassin. And I'm here to, y'know... take ya down."

"Why?" It was Joy who cried out this time. "Who sent you?"

"Sorry Tits, can't spill the beans." Marcella giggled. "So, big guy, d'you wanna get dressed or are you okay fightin' in the buff?"

Without a word Grimm reached down, grabbed his loincloth, and slipped it on. He quickly slipped on a pair of bracers that Reese had given him as well. Then he spoke: "Tell me who sent you and we can avoid a fight."

That wicked giggle again. "Bless your heart. I wanna fight, ya big doofus!" She cracked her neck. "Shall we?"

Grimm huffed. "Fine. C'mon."

"Grimm." Joy gripped the bull's leg. "Be careful."

He looked down at her and winked. "Don't worry. I've got this." Joy released him, and Grimm began to walk toward an empty part of the nearby field. Marcella strode after him, eager to start the fight.

"I'll give you one more chance to tell me who sent you," Grimm called out, assuming a fighting position.

"You're in no position to negotiate, sug," Marcella replied. It was obvious that she was smirking beneath the mask. "Well. Shall we?" The kangaroo started moving from foot to foot as if dancing to a rhythm only she could hear.

Grimm didn't have time to figure out what the assassin was up to. He rushed toward her, fist outstretched.

This was exactly what Marcella wanted, apparently, because the moment Grimm was within punching distance she dropped backward, landing on her hands and feet. The kangaroo twisted her body upward so that she was doing a handstand; using her obviously incredible strength she spun on her hands and kicked out her legs until they were in a "Y" shape. In those split seconds before impact Grimm was confused: why would she expose her back to my strike? But then it clicked: Marcella was using a defensive move. What's more, her outfit was way more distracting than he originally thought.

Marcella's back was mostly covered in the same way as her limbs and front. But again, like her bust, she left part of her body exposed. Very exposed, in this case. Marcella's ass was completely uncovered save a small strip of cloth that acted as a thong. What's more, her ass was huge. It was easily bigger than Buttercup's, even proportionally speaking, and it bounced and jiggled with every move. The kangaroo's tail was curled downward so as to expose every inch of buttflesh.

The tactical reasoning for such an outfit choice didn't dawn on Grimm until his attack landed. Marcella managed to maneuver her body so that the great bull's punch would hit her in one thick asscheek; then, once he made contact, she twisted her body so that his punch was redirected into thin air. Grimm barely had time to process an incredulous thought -- she just deflected my punch with her ass! -- before Marcella launched herself in the air and kicked him across the face.

Grimm stumbled back, shocked. The 'roo was definitely tough, and she was smart, too... but she was also arrogant. Maybe he could use that. But if she kept redirected his attacks he'd be too tired to fight back. He'd have to end the fight early.

"What's the matter, sug?" Marcella taunted. "Y'know the sayin': 'use what the Goddess gave ya!'" She blew him a kiss, which infuriated him.

But Grimm didn't have an opportunity to follow up his attack, because Marcella darted toward him, nearly faster than he could see. His eyes narrowed as he prepared for her attack. "Take this!" she roared, as she pushed her tail into the ground hard enough to launch herself upward, then flew toward him with her foot outstretched.

The kangaroo's kick connected with Grimm's shoulder, hard, sending him backward. But he didn't relent, opting to instead throwing a quick jab toward Marcella's stomach. It connected, but she quickly dropped backward with the punch, and the moment she hit the ground she flipped back up and struck him in the face with her tail.

Marcella followed up her tail strike by launching herself into a flip. She hurled herself toward Grimm...

...Grimm yelped as Marcella's enormous ass struck him in the face. He was wedged between her cheeks, held prisoner by the tensing of her butt muscles. He could hear Marcella giggle as she dropped into a handstand and released her muscles, sending Grimm flying through the air.

Well. That was a new one. Grimm had never been thrown by an ass before.

The bull landed on his hands and knees, and rolled into a hunched standing position. Marcella was following up her attack, throwing a kick toward Grimm's back. But this time he was ready: he dropped forward as Marcella's blow connected, sending her sliding across his back (he could feel her ass jiggle and slap against his skin) and tumbling to the ground.

Marcella barely had time to issue an outraged roar as she hit the ground. She was on her hands and knees, getting ready to stand back up, when Grimm threw himself into her. But Marcella managed to get the best of him this time, thrusting her ass up into the air so that Grimm landed firmly between her cheeks. Marcella grinned beneath her mask and giggled. "Got ya this time, sug!" she called out. She kicked her legs out behind her and wrapped them around Grimm's head. He was held in place, struggling to breathe.

As Grimm ran out of air, flailing his hands, he had a revelation: Joy was watching. She was watching the whole thing. And she was undoubtedly worried. It hit Grimm that he wasn't just fighting for himself, or for the thrill of battle, but for another person. Joy. And the others, too: Buttercup, Lennox, Daisy, Reese... even Mars. They all liked him. They wanted him to win.

Grimm was in a sort of kneeling position, struggling to breathe. Despite the pain and the difficulty he slowly stood, taking Marcella with him. The kangaroo still had her vice-like grip on his face, but she was giving ground. The bull dug his heels into the earth, at the same time gripping Marcella's ankles. The assassin made a puzzled sound as Grimm pulled her legs from his face and violently arched himself backward at the same time, releasing her ankles at the peak of his move. He threw Marcella several feet away. She landed on her back with an "oof."

The great bull wasn't done, though. He rushed toward the assassin, waiting for the pivotal moment. He threw out his clenched fist...

As expected, Marcella did a handstand and prepared to deflect Grimm's punch with her ass. However, right before impact Grimm opened his hand. He wasn't punching Marcella's ass -- no, he was spanking it. The loud slap reverberated throughout the valley. Marcella let out a pained yelp. "What the fuck?!" she cried, as Grimm delivered another sharp slap to her other cheek. This sent the kangaroo tilting sideways until she collapsed on the ground. She caught herself on her hands and tail, and pushed off to deliver another ass-strike to Grimm's face. He was prepared this time, though.

Do whatever it takes to win, Grimm thought, as his strategy came to fruition. He saw Marcella hurtle toward him ass-first, jiggling and wobbling with every passing nanosecond, and in this moment he achieved a state of pure zen. Right as Marcella's huge butt made contact with his face, Grimm ducked his head back just enough...

...so that when Marcella made contact, Grimm wasn't wedged between her asscheeks. He still had a face full of ass, sure, but Marcella had accidentally given the bull a way to break down her defenses. Due to his tactical maneuvering the bull's mouth was right over Marcella's crotch. The kangaroo had just made contact, and didn't yet understand that she had botched her attack. Grimm didn't give her time to process what was happening. He couldn't risk it.

The great bull quickly reached up, gripped the strip of fabric covering Marcella's crotch, and tore it off. Without hesitation he went to work on her clit with his tongue. The kangaroo let out a sharp gasp as Grimm's tongue pressed against her sex. "Wh-what the hell are you--" she cut herself off with a loud moan. Grimm was really going to work, trying to drive his foe so mad with desire she couldn't fight back.

"Y-you d-dirty...!" Marcella gasped again. "T... t-two can play this game!" She tightened her legs' grip on Grimm's face, making sure to keep herself sturdy. She reached down, grabbed Grimm's loincloth, and unclasped it, sending it falling to the ground. Her eyes went wide when she saw the size of the bull's member. "...oh." Something in the kangaroo's voice told Grimm that she was grinning. Then he heard something else fall to the ground -- the assassin's mask, no doubt -- shortly before another, familiar sensation took over: Marcella had taken Grimm's cock in her hands and was viciously stroking it. "Fuck," she moaned, abandoning the cocky demeanor she'd been exhibiting until now.

Grimm was hard at work pleasuring Marcella with his tongue, singularly focused on making her cum, but he still let out an involuntary moan as the kangaroo slipped his cock into her mouth. The assassin was pleasuring him as he pleasured her, in a sort of... standing 69. Luckily Marcella was fairly small, and light, so Grimm didn't have any difficulty standing up.

He decided to tease her. He briefly pulled his head away from her crotch and taunted: "Give up yet?" Then he went back to work.

Marcella released Grimm's cock but kept stroking. "D-dream on! You'll cum before I do!" before taking his length back in her mouth. Grimm had to admit, she was very good at what she was doing.

Grimm snaked one of his hands up to Marcella's asscheek. He delivered a hard slap, causing it to quake and shake. The kangaroo stopped sucking so she could let out a sharp yelp of pain... or maybe pleasure? Then, when she went back to sucking, Grimm spanked her again. And again. Memories of Morag flooded his mind.

It worked. Grimm's lips turned up in a smug grin as Marcella's body shuddered with orgasm, covering his face in her juices. She moaned and cried out even as she sucked him off, until it was too much and she released him. "N-no!" she cried out. "H-how the fuck did y-you--" She didn't finish what she was saying, however, because the orgasm's intensity reduced her to a gasping mess.

Grimm kept going to town on his opponent's clit, wanting to drag her orgasm into the realm of the excruciating. Soon it was too much for the 'roo, and Grimm could feel her grip on his head loosening. And loosening. And loosening...

Marcella collapsed in a heap at Grimm's feet. She was a mess, having cum so long and so hard that her body was totally slack. "Ugh..." was all she could say, running her hand through her hair and trying to regain her senses.

"Joy!" Grimm yelled. "Grab some rope!"

The cow nodded in response and disappeared into the tent. Within seconds she was rushing toward the opponents, length of rope in hand.

Marcella could only weakly protest as Grimm and Joy worked together to tie her up. They tied her hands behind her back and bound her legs together, preventing her from escaping.

"Y-you f-fuckers," Marcella moaned, as Grimm hefted her over his shoulder and took her back to the camp. As they walked, he looked down at Joy and winked. "Told you."

Joy giggled and looped her arm around Grimm's. She planted a kiss on that arm as they walked.

It felt good to fight for someone else, Grimm decided.