Muscling Out the Competition- Part 1 (Patreon)

This month, we're starting out new year, new furry bait- Oscar is here to outgun, outman, and outmuscle the competition- Enjoy!

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Oscar paced irritably before the large marble fireplace in his study, like, well— like a tiger in a cage. He growled low to himself; he was feeling more than restless, he was feeling cheated. He had sacrificed a lot and risked whatever was left to claw his way to the top as one of the bosses of the Society, the only non-human among their number. And now he discovered he had been outflanked by the others, Valeria, Montague, Nisha— they had left him cornered in his lavish lair, making it clear how they saw the pecking order, with him at the very bottom. If he was to continue in the Society, he was to do so following their orders.

But he was a tiger— an apex predator. Perhaps it was time he reminded them of that. His tail flicked as he tightened his fists, thinking of just how to punch his way to the top. The other Society bosses thought he was little more than dumb muscle— he could spend months trying to convince them otherwise, or, he could go directly on the offensive. A brawler, he had spent years hardening his body and honing his fighting skills. As a combatant, he'd yet to meet someone who could get past him in one-on-one combat. It was true that Montague might be able to slip around him, and Valeria could pound him with fireballs, so he would answer with maximizing his own strengths.

He tugged on his clothes, straightening his tie and rolling up his sleeves neatly. He moved into the cellar of the mansion the Society had so graciously given him, and started taking stock of the Slurp Juice he had accumulated. If he was going to be successful in what he had in mind, his tailoring bill was about to become nothing short of astronomical…