This was just a small project to show off my fursona's abilities but I don't think I'm actually gonna upload this, I plan on asking  croup for feedback on how I portray his character Inorog

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Inorog is at the local pub drinking beer and sharing laughs with the boys when suddenly a stranger emerges,

he is a snow leopard dressed in a purple wizard robe with black lining, the hood covers most of his face, in his main right hand is a wooden staff with a purple gem stone imbedded at the top of it,

he tries to speak but the noise of clanking glasses, manly grunts from arm wrestling, and drunken nonsense drowns him out, he lifts up his staff and bangs it on the ground creating a shockwave of air, any unsecured hats and cards were blown away, the bar falls silent as they give him their full attention,

"I am looking for someone." before he could finish a burley ox slams his fist on to his table "just who do you think you are pal!?" he yells "you can't just stroll in here and wreck up the place, get your fruity ass outa here before I kick it out."

the snow leopard glanced around and sees everyone giving him dirty looks, some are creaking their knuckles, a few are beating their fist into their own hand, realizing he pissed them off he fished out a pouch and he says "hey, bar keep." he tosses it to the bar tender and continues "I'd like to buy everyone a round, in exchange for their silence." the bar tender opens the bag to find eighty gold coins in it, "can do." he replies,

everyone in the bar who was once full of rage with their day being spoiled now cheer, all except the ox of course, "why you dirty little." says the ox while standing up, before he could finish a just as burley bear placed his hand on the ox's shoulder, "let the man speak." he says with a Volkan grip "unless you wanna have a bad time." he hand gestures the whole bar,

the ox takes a look around and see's all the other muscular men glaring at him, its not a wise decision to get in between a man and free beer, he clicks his tongue and begrudgingly sits back down where he crossed his arms as if to pout,

"as I was saying, I'm looking for someone, a unicorn to be precise, one that goes by the name, Inorog."

everyone turns to face Inorog for he is well known for lighting your ass on fire, "I'm Inorog." he says while taking a swig of his free beer, "what's it to ya?"

the snow leopard pulls back his cloak revealing his face, his eyes are a deep shade of purple, "I hear you are a betting man." he says

"true." Inorog replies "I love a good wager, especially when somethings riding on the line."

"I'll cut to the chance, I challenge you to a one on one fight, the winner gets to spank the loser."

Inorog creaks a smile then says "before I say anything I accept your challenge, so now if you back down you automatically lose.

"I'm fine with that." he replies,

"good, with that out of the way, everyone knows I would never pass up the opportunity to paddle someone raw but even though its all for fun and games, you should know I don't go easy."

"you will find yourself in a similar position if I am victorious." replies the snow leopard, Inorog chuckles then starts chucking his beer, upon finishing he says "lets do this."

they step outside, the wind whistles as they stare intensely at each other, they are roughly sixty feet apart, "what did you say your name was again?" says Inorog,

"people refer to me as The Purple Sage." he replies "but you can call me Quinn."

as Inorog draws his sword he says "well Quinn, may the better spanker win."

"indeed." says Quinn as he launched a massive fire ball, Inorog dives to the side to avoid it then rushes towards Quinn,

Quinn bangs his staff on the ground and a gigantic cube raises in front of him, he taps it with his staff and it segments into significantly smaller cubes then launches them as a volley,

Inorog halts his charge for a moment as he swings his sword to deflect the cubes, some of them make it though his defense but the cubes crumble into pieces upon colliding with his rock hard body, it would seem his sword play was just for show, Quinn blushes a little as he says "impressive."

Quinn hurls three blades of water, Inorog easily weaves and dodges them as he closes the distance, Inorog grips his sword with both hands and swings, but as Quinn blocks the attack his staff transformed into a katana,

"ah resourceful." says Inorog,

"they don't call me a Sage for nothing." he replies,

"don't get cocky." says Inorog as he head butts Quinn, he stumbles back with a bleeding nose, Inorog comes at him unrelentlessly, swinging left and right not giving Quinn any opportunity to counter, what would you expect from a unicorn warrior that has seen at the very least one hundred battles, he most certainly has the scares to prove it,

while being pushed back Quinn barely manages to block Inorog's onslaught, as he wipes the blood off his upper lip with his thumb he uses it for some blood magic,

the blood expands and forms into a ball, he blocks with it instead of his katana and it embeds itself onto Inorog's sword, "what the hell?" he says with a shock, Inorog tries to remove it but it adheres to his hand like glue, Inorog uses his big muscles to stretch it like silly putty but it remains stuck to him and the moment he relaxes it goes back to its natural stat,

meanwhile as Inorog fiddles with it Quinn was preparing a spell this whole time, the gem on his staff is glowing bright, a magic symbol appears underneath Inorog, but by the time he noticed it, its too late, a pillar of fire erupts from the symbol like a geyser, scolding his entire body, he screams from the pain,

upon the fire subsiding his body sizzles and smokes but he continues to stand his ground, most of his clothing had been burned away along with the red orb only leaving behind lightly cindered heart shaped boxers, the crowd gets a good view of his beefy buttock,

even Quinn looks him up and down, but can you blame him, this rough and tumble unicorn is the definition of sexy,

"you're a lot tougher then I initially thought." says Quinn,

"it will take more then a little fire to keep me down." Inorog replies,

"guess I'll have to step up my game then!" he rises his hands over his head and three symbols appear floating behind him, as he moves his hand downward he says "Liquid Air Raid!" the symbols rapid fire bubbles of water the size of soccer balls,

Inorog doesn't bother to block or dodge them, instead he rushes toward Quinn while tanking the hits, and even though he doesn't show the pain each bubble feels like a pin point belly flop,

Quinn gasps, "ok, try this on for size." he cocks back an open palm and as he thrusts it forward he says "Shiv Blast!" he launched a huge gust of razor sharp wind that gradually forms cuts on Inorog's body the longer he stays within its path, however he doesn't even flitch, his determination for his prize allows him to power through the attacks,

"he's just shrugging off all my spells." Quinn whispers "if that's how you wanna play this fine by me." as his staff morphs into a spear he holds it over his shoulder ready to throw it,

"I call upon the arcane forces! Fill my spear with the raw essence of magic! Soar fast and true, Cosmic Arrow!" as he hurls the spear it takes on the appearance of a green commit shooting through space,

Inorog had the intuition to block this one but he first dug his hooves into the ground, it pushed him back twenty feet, sparks fly from his sword as the spear tries to pierce it, his muscles from both legs and arms twitch as he holds it back,

"impossible!" says Quinn as he is flabbergasted "that's my strongest spell, you can't just stop it with brute force."

"looks like I can." Inorog quips at him "face it sorcerer, your ass is as good as mine."

"its not over until one of us concedes." Quinn throws out both his hands and says "Vortex Of Torment!" a swirling vortex opens up above Inorog, he becomes pelted with magical darts that stung like the bite from a fire ant,

his hooves start to slip from the intense pain, he is pushed back inch by inch, realizing the spear wont budge Inorog rotates three hundred and sixty degrees allowing the spear to go passed him and continues his charge,

desperate to save his own hide Quinn unleashes a magnitude of spells, elemental energy rain from the sky causing craters upon impact with the ground, hundreds of dirt hands spring up and stretch out attempting to grapple Inorog, lastly pillars of spikey black rock try to skewer Inorog,

Inorog manages to avoid all of the assaults by side stepping, jumping and swinging, realizing this isn't working and now defenseless against close combat Quinn tries to fly away but Inorog grabs his ankle and slams him into the ground Hulk style,

as Inorog sheaths his sword he sits on top of Quinn's stomach to make sure he doesn't go anywhere, Quinn blushes yet again as he feels the warmth of Inorog thighs bearing down on him,

Inorog grips the collar of Quinn's robe and as he pulls him in closer he cocks back a fist from his free hand and says "you'll surrender if you know what's good for you."

Quinn placed his hands on Inorog's thighs and channels electricity into his body, Quinn unfortunately is also effected by his own spell for being so close to Inorog,

Inorog managed to sock Quinn in the jaw interrupting his spell, he held back his punch to not accidentally knock Quinn out cold, he needed to be awake for his spanking,

Inorog placed his hooves on top of Quinn's wrists and spread out his arms to prevent him from casting any more spells, as he repeatedly strikes Quinn in the face with a slow and steady pace he says "I can keep this up all day sorcerer."

Little did Inorog know Quinn can cast spells verbally and he does just that, Quinn waits for the perfect moment to say "Quantum Flux!"

Quinn suddenly swaps places with one of the bystanders among the crowd, "Putting on a disguise isn't going to save you." says Inorog as he continues his onslaught on the bystander,

"actually." says Quinn from the edge of the crowd "I'm over here now." Inorog glances over to him Quinn, he is pulling down the collar of his robe to reveal a black lotus tattoo on his neck, "I think its time I got serious, Black Lotus Removal!"

The tattoo on his neck slowly fades, as soon as its gone the air around Quinn ripples, Inorog stands up and says "a small boost in power isn't gonna give you the advantage."

"your sadly mistaken." Quinn replies "I don't think it will give me an advantage, I know it will grant me victory."

as Inorog rushes towards Quinn he says "didn't I tell you not to get cocky?"

Quinn creaks a smile, "Gravity Well!" a black circle appears on the ground in a 25 foot radius centered around Inorog, it stops him in his tracks, the tip of his sword slams into the ground with great force as if it was ten Warhammers,

"what is this? why can't I move?" says Inorog, "everything in this circle has its weight quadrupled." Quinn explains, as Inorog takes a step forward he says "this may have slowed me down." another step "but it wont stop me." another step,

"I wasn't expecting it to." Quinn replies, he points his arm upwards at an angle and says "Molten Flare!" he launches a ginormous ball of fire into the air, it was the size of four two story houses,

as it passes over the circle it suddenly nose dives, upon making contact with the ground and in turn Inorog it creates a massive explosion, so big Quinn had to summon a barrier around the edge of the circle to contain the fire within to prevent the bystanders from getting hurt,

when the flames subside Inorog is still standing, charred like coal, he is completely naked now, even his eye patch got burned away, crakes in the ground glow red hot, the air even wiggles from the extreme heat, "is that all you got?" he says as he spits some blood which evaporate upon touching the ground, Quinn glanced down at Inorog's manhood "I admire your... endurance, it is truly remarkable."

"like I said it will take more than a little." Inorog tries stepping forward but passes out, Quinn's eyelids lower, "Cyber Pilot!" he says as two purple CPU chip esk wings appear hovering behind his back, he leaps forward and clears eighty feet in a near instant, he catches Inorog before he hits the ground, Inorog's arms and head go slack,

Quinn nearly drops him as his full weight bears down on him, "my Inorog, your a hefty boy... Colossi vigor!" for a brief moment an orange hue surrounds Quinn's body, he suddenly and with great ease hoists Inorog over his shoulder,

Quinn throws out his arm and his spear fly's into his hand, it transforms back into his staff the moment it touched his hand, he tabs it on the ground twice and the air in front of him starts folding open like a sheet of paper, its completely black inside, Quinn carries Inorog inside, once they've cleared the thresh hold the space begins folding back until it returns to normal,

Inorog is floating in a purple slim with a mask covering his mouth and nose, Inorog's eyes flutter as he wakes up, he noticed he's submerged inside some type of purple fluid, upon seeing the mask covering his face he realized he was being deep throated by a phallic object and starts choking, he swiftly stands up out of the slim only knee height and pulls the mast off only to also be pulling out a very long tube,

he starts coughing upon getting the end of it out which was two pencil thin flexible hoses blowing air, he looks around and seems to be in a potion lab, so many questions fill his mind,

like why is he here, why is he naked, why was he being deep throated by a machine without buying him dinner first, but most impotently why is standing in slim, his curiosity gets the best of him as he scoop up some of it, it has a viscosity texture, he sniffs it first but it doesn't have any odor, he then licks it and immediately gags, as he dumps it back into the pool he scraps his tongue with his teeth trying to get the taste out,

"ah Inorog so good of you to rejoin the land of the living." says Quinn from behind "how do you feel?"

"violated." Inorog replies,

"yeah sorry, I had to make sure you were breathing." Quinn says with a nervous chuckle "it was pumping air directly into your lungs."

"and what about this stuff." Inorog says as he points to the slim,

"I call it Purple Jelly, it has amazing healing properties, just look at you, seven hours in and your good as new."

"seven hours?"

"yep, you've been out for seven hours, which would have taken a few weeks at best by normal means."

"what happened?"

"we fought in combat, it was very close but I came out on top once I went full power."

"I remember now." says Inorog as rakes his hand through his hair, "you won fair and square." he looks down at his naked body, "sense I'm already dressed for my spanking where do you want me?"

"over there will be fine." Quinn says pointing to a wide open area "just have your back facing me." Inorog does as instructed,

"I'm confused." says Inorog "don't you want me over your knee?"

"that wont be necessary." Quinn replies as he approached Inorog with a book "I have been developing a spanking spell and I needed a lab rat, which is why I seeked you out in the first place." as Quinn holds out his hand he says "Divine Power: Angelic Binding!" golden chains come out of thin air and shackle around Inorog's wrists and ankles, they hosts him up off the ground as they pull tight on his limbs,

"comfortable?" says Quinn, "not really." Inorog replies,

"perfect." Quinn clears his throat then says "The Mystical Art Of Discipline: One Hundred Lashings!" two leather straps make of magical energy appears floating a foot from Inorog's firm buttchecks, they waste no time to brutally swat his ass one after the other, each slap hurt more than the last,

Inorog clenched both his hands, it didn't take long for his butt to turn a bright shed of red, the swats were relentless and seemed unending, Inorog kept his composure despite the burning pain,

eventually the swats do end for what seemed like hours even though it had only been minutes, the two leather straps vanish and Inorog badly wanted to rub his posterior to relieve some of the pain,

"so how was it?" says Quinn,

"I'd give it a solid ten." Inorog replies,

"only a ten? I was hoping for something higher." Quinn says as he starts reading from his book,

"by ten I meant ten out of ten." Inorog replies "the highest possible number."

"I knew what you meant." says Quinn as he flips a page on his book "maybe if I doubled the straps?"

"hold on a minute, you already gave me a spanking, let me down." pleaded Inorog,

"as if, the terms of our deal means you're at 'my' mercy, your spankings not over until I say it is, and besides we both know you like this so be a good little boy and stay still."

as Inorog starts struggling to break free he say "I swear to God if you don't let me go I'm gonna." he gives it all his might, his muscles tighten up and the veins become visible but the chains don't budge, they were specifically designed to hold a demon, Inorog wont have any luck,

as Quinn creaks a smile he says "oh I'll let you go, after I see some tears." he casts the spell again on a bucking Inorog, this time four straps appear and take turns beating his already sore bottom, his eyes grew wide and he grits his teeth, it was somehow worse then before, it was like he was being spanked by a fast and soulless machine set to a thousand, Inorog was in for a long and hard spanking, perhaps even multiple, all he can do is take the onslaught of swats and pray they will end soon.

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well this was fun to make, I hope whoever reads this enjoys it as much as I did making it, deciding who should win was the difficult part, I wanted both of us to feel the sting, I even scrapped an idea where the bar keep spanks both of our hindquarters for accidentally destroying his tavern, also I never mentioned anything about Inorog's other eye because I don't know what's under the patch and I have this weird thing about accuracy, I'll ask croup and maybe add it in if I'm not feeling lazy