“Wendy, I just want you to know that I hope you’re ok. You can take all the time you want, but when you finally decide to come out, I promise we’ll go out for some ice-cream, like always.”
Chloe was standing outside of her best friend’s room. It had been a week since Wendy’s devastating loss against Olivia and she hadn’t set a foot outside her house ever since. The futanari had been completely humiliated and her most shameful side, both physical and mental, had been publicly exposed. Worse still, she was passed out after the fight and had to be carried out in a stretcher and taken to a nearby medical facility, where she remained unconscious until the day later; such had been the level of pain and sexual bliss she had experienced at the time.
Chloe could easily understand how it would have been hard for Wendy to show her face anywhere. Regardless, in the culture of futanari, it was relatively common to witness a Sexfighter be humiliated once or twice in their career: it was almost bound to happen if someone participated in fights for long enough. Mismatches and unlucky days occur, and anyone was vulnerable to be made into a bottom in any given bout. Still, the combination of a first mayor defeat along with the public loss of virginity was a heavy load for any one futanari, so Chloe was ready to give her friend some time to recover. After all, she was sure Wendy would have been able to bounce back, and when she did she was determined to greet her as a stronger, more competent version of herself.
Indeed, Chloe had experienced a sort of awakening while watching Olivia perform. It was as if a part of the potential that was dormant in her blood had been triggered into action. While she waited for Wendy to get better, she was working on plans and goals of her own, and the first step to achieve them was clear. That same day, after leaving her best friend’s house, Chloe headed straight to her university and specifically to the gym where the Sexfighting club was gathered.
Upon entering, Chloe immediately stood out. Although a futanari like her wouldn’t have normally been very well known, many of the members of the club recognized her as “that one futa who was the cause for most of the fights Wendy got into.” As she walked through the mats where Sexfighters were practicing and discussing wrestling techniques, Chloe could sense the stares piercing through her. Finally, a hand clenched her arm from behind. Turning around with a bit of apprehension, the futanari was relieved when she recognized the face of Luna.
“Hello there, Chloe! What brings you to my gym? Well, sorry, I don’t mean to be insensitive. If you’re here to talk about Wendy then I understand. I assume at least part of the responsibility as her trainer and coach for not having convinced her to drop out of such a one-sided matchup and-”
But Chloe quickly interjected, cutting off the club captain.
“Uh, sorry, I’m afraid that’s not why I’m here, though I appreciate the sentiment. I’m actually here to join the gym.”
Slowly pulling her hand away, Luna’s expression morphed into one of confusion and disbelief.
“You saw what happened to your friend and THAT’S when you decide to try and get into sexfighting? I can see why Wendy was fascinated with you, you’re quite peculiar indeed.”
Chloe then laughed in an unsettling tone.
“Yeah, I know it’s unusual. After I saw that match, I decided that I wanted to be strong. I want to be strong enough to beat someone like Olivia.”
The second Chloe voiced that statement, Luna’s eyes shifted dramatically.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to reject your application, if that’s the case.”
The captain then quickly turned to walk away, but she was held back by a hand clenching her shoulder.
“Hey. Wait. I don’t know if you thought I was joking, but I mean no disrespect or mockery with what I’m saying; I’m serious.”
Shoving her hand away from her and once again staring at Chloe, the club captain responded with authority.
“It’s precisely because I know you’re serious that I cannot allow you to join. It’s one thing that I was too permissive with the whims of a talented student of mine, but it would be a whole other level of stupidity if I let a complete amateur train and fight on the basis of crazy delusions.”
Frustrated, Chloe didn’t hesitate to snap back.
“Then how about I challenge you?”
The daring words brought many of the nearby trainees to silence as they interrupted their practice and turned to look at the scene. Luna raised an eyebrow.
“You’re challenging me?”
Chloe felt the pressure of the situation building on her shoulders, but a flash of Olivia’s face in her mind made her push forward.
“Yes. If I beat you then I get to join the gym and practice here, if you beat me I’ll quit on the idea of joining and you get to do whatever you want to me for a week.”
For a split second, it seemed as if Luna was going to angrily shut down Chloe due to her disrespectful attitude. However, after remaining quiet for a moment, the captain finally talked in a surprisingly calm manner.
“Very well, I accept.”
Right after she spoke those words, the members of the club immediately began setting up a mat in the center of the gym without having been told to do so. Luna made her way toward the ring, gesturing Chloe to follow her. As she walked, the captain nonchalantly began to take off her shoes, tank top and shorts, so that she was completely naked before she even set foot on the mat.
Luna was not particularly tall, standing at 1.70m, but she had the definition of an athletic figure: toned torso, defined arms and legs, medium yet perky B cup breasts and a firm, heart shaped butt. Her brown hair was arranged in a bob haircut which was quite practical for fighting, as it didn’t get in the way, but it nevertheless made her seem quite feminine. Luna’s member was standing at attention, though compared to the monsters of Wendy and Olivia, her length seemed perfectly within the range of a normal futanari. While she waited for Chloe to get ready, she began to stretch, flaunting the flexibility of her body and showing no shame in exposing her sensitive parts. The rest of the club members dropped anything they were doing for the chance of watching the captain perform, and they formed an improvised audience around the ring.
Despite being faced by such an experienced opponent in what should have been an intimidating environment, Chloe didn’t sense any fear weighting on her actions. She, too, quickly undressed and stood proud despite her overall unremarkable features. Luna called out one of the club members to serve as a referee, going over the rules with them. With the preparations done, both futanari met at the center of the mat, pressing their breasts and members and attempting to establish dominance early on. Luna broke the silence first.
“Nervous?”
Glaring straight into her opponents’ eyes, Chloe responded.
“Not anymore.”
Luna let out a light chuckle.
“You should be.”
The bell rang and Chloe immediately jumped back to create some distance between her and her adversary. The girl was well aware of her lack of experience, and that she was going to have to use every bit of information she had gotten from witnessing her friend’s matches and from the few sparring sessions they had shared. The futanari still remembered Wendy’s words of advice: “if you’re unsure that you can face your opponent head on, then stay on the defensive and force a war of attrition.” However, while pacing around her opponent with tense movements, Chloe noticed that Luna had stayed in the same spot since the match began: she was on a fighting stance, but she was not moving an inch. Such a strategy instantly put Chloe in a very uncomfortable situation: the captain was inviting the less experienced fighter to ‘show her hand’; confident that she could counter anything her foe could throw out.
Quickly, Chloe went low and tried to target the captain’s legs. The futanari understood that if she hesitated or didn’t commit completely to a strategy then she would have been doomed from the start. Attacking the opponent’s base was yet another piece of advice from Wendy: “any difference in size or experience can be cut through if you’re able to get them off their feet.” Unfortunately, Luna was able to easily sidestep Chloe’s approach and then she rapidly countered by mounting her adversary’s back and lifting one of her legs up in the air, catching her in a humiliating pin that exposed her vulnerable spots.
With no hesitation, Luna began feverishly rubbing Chloe’s womanhood, eliciting cries of both protest and pleasure from the captured futanari. As her pussy became wet with love nectar and Luna’s dexterous fingers invaded her folds, Chloe quickly understood just how much Wendy had been holding back during their sparring sessions. The captain’s hand acted as a hook that systematically stimulated all of her foe’s most sensitive spots while at the same time expertly teasing her clit and G-spot to make her yearn for more and awaken her submissive instincts. Initially, Chloe was desperately trying to lift herself off the mat and somehow reach toward her opponent, but before she could reverse the situation, Luna paused her attack on her womanhood, pulling her fingers back and tasting some of the juices that where still dripping from them. Twisting Chloe’s leg to make painfully sure she was paying attention, the futanari spoke.
“Ah, I’m terribly sorry. I’ve been in quite a number of bouts and it seems my old habits have taken over; that’s bad. After all, considering the amount of libido you displayed when you waltzed in here and challenged me, it’s only fair…”
Luna then gripped Chloe’s shaft, making her gulp down some saliva.
“…it’s only fair that I milk these naughty balls dry”
The captain then commenced a rough handjob that mixed in pleasure and pain: while she forcefully pulled back the foreskin and stroked with violent movements, the futanari also alternated her aggressive tactics with tender ones like gently caressing the head and teasing the glans and entrance of the urethra. Beneath her, Chloe was defenseless, and she could no longer muster the strength to resist the assault. Before long, a spray of cum shot out of her member and into the mat, painting Luna’s legs and feet as well. Having successfully milked her opponent, the brunette released her foe and stood back up. Needless to say, Chloe was a bit confused.
“What are you doing?”
Luna laughed at the remark.
“You really came to challenge a club without knowing its rules? In a Sexfight, it’s far too easy to turn a lead into a victory, so instead of going by traditional rules, we go by a 3-out-of-5 falls system where each time we make our opponent cum we back off and start the next round. It allows us to train more efficiently and practice difficult situations more often.”
Feeling relieved, yet also a bit nervous, Chloe tried to stand up and was bewildered by how weak she felt after cumming just once: her legs were shaking involuntarily and her mind was clouded. She also suddenly noticed how beautiful Luna was; especially her shaft, which now appeared to be quite attractive and succulent.
The bell rang again and Chloe’s body tensed up. Once again, the captain remained completely still. This time around though, the rookie sexfighter tried to go for a less risky tactic. Extending her arm toward her opponent’s cock, Chloe intended to rub it quickly and then pull away. Instead, her limb was instantly caught in her opponents grip and Luna immediately positioned herself behind her back, twisting her arm in yet another painful hold. Pressing her advantage, the captain hooked her legs between those of her opponent, forcing Chloe to fall flat on her butt. Rapidly following her to the ground, Luna got behind Chloe, restrained her foe’s arms and wrapped her legs around her opponent, catching her dick between her smooth soles. Luna addressed the helpless Chloe once more:
“You probably already noticed that, compared to a prodigy like Wendy or a monster like Olivia, I don’t have a lot of remarkable attributes. So, how come I managed to lead a prestigious Sexfighting club?”
When Luna’s curvy feet made contact with Chloe’s shaft, she noticed that they were sticky and covered in some kind of substance. The futanari realized that her opponent had stepped on the small puddle of cum she had created earlier to make it act as lube for a sloppy footjob. But the assault was not done there, as Luna also reached out one of her arms and took hold of her opponent’s breast, focusing on pulling and pinching her erect nipple.
“I got this position because I’m tenacious and resourceful enough. I learned how to bent a body like a pretzel and squeeze the cum out of it in the process. I also learned how to be perceptive, and don’t you think I failed to notice how you stopped to glare for a moment when I was taking off my shoes and socks earlier.”
As she talked, Luna pumped Chloe’s dick with methodical movements. Her toes might as well have been just as dexterous if not more than her fingers: they massaged the head of her foe’s cock in with small, precise movements that stimulated it like crazy. The captain alternated different techniques; stepping on her rival’s balls with her talons, rubbing the full length between her smooth soles and pressing the throbbing shaft against Chloe’s belly. All the while, Luna made sure to include the pain of roughly pulling on her foe’s nipples into her assault, making her rival squeal in sexual agony.
It didn’t take long for yet another string of seed to shoot out from the rookie’s dick, this time landing on her sore tits and her drooling face.
Luna wiped her feet on her opponent’s thigh and then backed off to prepare for the third round, but Chloe stayed on the floor for a moment, lightly rubbing her pussy while seemingly in a daze. Part of her was disappointed that her rival had decided to neglect that area in her assault. Finally bringing herself to stand, the futanari was unfocused and her gaze remained concentrated on her opponent’s dick, which now appeared to her like the biggest, sexiest, most appetizing thing on the planet.
The third time the bell rang, Luna lunged straight toward Chloe, tackling her down without much issue. She then placed her hands on Chloe’s feet, sliding her fingers in the space between her toes and lifting the futanari’s lower back to bend her into a mating press. As she aligned her cock with Chloe’s entrance, the situation suddenly dawned on the downed Sexfighter; she basically snapped out of a submissive daze for just a moment.
“Wait, no! Please, don’t! I’m a- AHHH”
Without paying any mind to her pleas, Luna penetrated straight through her wet lips and hymen with a powerful thrust. Blood began trickling down into the mat, proof of a Sexfighter that had been conquered for the very first time. Looking straight into Chloe’s eyes, Luna spoke:
“The moment you decided to challenge me, you forfeited your right to complain. In sexfighting, we put our pride, our dignities and our bodies on the line, that’s something even your hotheaded friend understood well. If you really want to fight, then I’m glad to break you in.”
Spreading Chloe’s legs further apart and lifting her up once more, Luna once again trusted downwards with her whole weight, eliciting an orgasmic scream from her opponent. The limp dick of the futa was already leaking a small stream of cum into her belly, just the same way Wendy had when she had been dominated by Olivia.
“Well, well, seems like you two have more in common than you thought.”
Resuming her pace, Luna fucked Chloe in a steady rhythm. As opposed to the violent pistoning of Olivia, meant to break her opponent’s spirit, Luna’s thrusts were methodical and allowed her bottom to truly feel her authority and their weakness. Luna maintained eye contact with her opponent as she saw her composure gradually breaking underneath the strength of her throbbing cock. Although she wanted to aver her gaze, part of Chloe was enamored with Luna’s beautiful expression as she pumped her and made her into a bitch. She couldn’t help but be attracted to such a powerful fighter and she felt blood rushing through her cheeks as she thought of becoming one with her. When Chloe began moaning freely due to the pleasure, Luna leaned in and captured her lips in a tender, passionate kiss that melted whatever might have been left of her resistance.
Increasing the pace of their fucking, both futanari began to moan as they kissed and licked each other. Luna finally let go of Chloe’s legs, but the submissive futanari instinctively took hold of her own thighs and tried to keep them elevated and spread apart to make sure she could be properly bred. The captain reached toward her face and allowed her beta to suckle on her fingers, marking a complete submission. Finally, Luna released her thick seed inside of her foe’s surrendering womanhood, filling her up with a substantial creampie.
When the captain finally pulled out of Chloe with an audible *pop* and her seed began to flow out of her bottom’s legs, Chloe stayed down and felt at peace. On that same morning, she had been determined to be a warrior and to defeat Olivia, but now she was happy to lay there and feel another futa’s seed inside her quivering lips. If that’s what it felt like to be ‘tamed’ then Chloe finally understood the meaning of the term.
When the brunette sat beside her trembling body and patted her head, Chloe felt herself blush.
“Welcome to the gym, you overzealous runt.”
Looking up at her alpha, Chloe talked in a meek tone.
“W-what? But I thought…”
Luna brought a finger to her lips, gently commanding her to be silent.
“I’m only following the conditions we established and the rules of the gym. I get to do what I want with you for a week now, remember? I want to train you. Also, getting fucked by me is the initiation ritual in this club. If I’m honest, it’s 95% of the reason why I took the job in the first place.”
The futanari gathered around the mat then began to laugh earnestly.
Chloe felt at peace, and, before allowing herself to drift into unconsciousness, she had only one thought:
“I love sexfighting.”