Canine VS Equine, the pet or the mount [COMPLETE]

Tawncal looks at Felix, hearing the sniff of the wolf. He notices the disgusted face and hears Felix coughing. The Centaur honestly wonders why. Actually the Centaur only smells like a horse. His butt doesn't smell so worse. You can smell a horse from behind, it's not so terrible.

Then, Tawncal slightly shivers at the licks over his big equine buttocks. It feels quite good. This canine tongue feels good on his horse skin. Unfortunately, Felix doesn't lick a long while, and collapses on his back.

Tawncal turns over and comes on to look at the wolf from above.
« Now I'm sure you won't insult me anymore. Now let's finish this match. »

"C-Come on man.. Its not very hard to see.. Y-You've already won.. Cant we just leave it at that..? P-Please..?" Felix whines whilst looking up at Tawncal with literal puppy-dog eyes. The wolf had already undergone such embarrassment that he really wished to not be forced to endure even more. In truth this wasn't technically an official match so if the centaur wished it he could simply let Felix go, however after all of the earlier insults this outcome was quite doubtful.

After a little while Felix would start slowly shuffling in a backwards crawl motion, hoping that Tawncal would just leave him alone and allow him to get back up and leave whilst he still had a shred of dignity.

Tawncal thinks about the sitouation. In one hand, this match is too easy and not exciting at all. Felix White is not a good opponent and Tawncal doesn't enjoy fighting him. No pain no gain. In the other hand, Felix has to pay for the insults. But he has admitted that a Centaur is not a horse, and is not a « horse-ass », he even has licked Tawncal's buttocks. Tawncal can consider that Felix has payed for his insults. He's sure Felix won't insult a Centaur anymore.
« Next time you insult a Centaur, you know what happens. You're as weak as a Human, I have no glory in beating you. Go away, and come back to me only when you'll know fighting. »

Without another word Felix quickly flipped himself over and frantically scrambled onto two feet again, running over to grab his removed attire before sprinting off into the forest, not daring to look back as he went. This unofficial match had been the height of unsuccessfulness and had gone nothing like the wolf planned, at the very least Tawncal had let him go, so he could be thankful for that.

Although he had lost the battle Felix was now more than determined to win the war. The centaur had beaten him into the ground today but the next time they met he would be the one coming out on top, he was sure of it.