Accept the challenge and enter the practice ring to fight Sergeant Vera

Central Courtyard, Futanari Fortress, at 9:53 AM on Monday, June 12th, 2023.

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You stride toward the practice ring without hesitation, your heavy breasts swaying with each purposeful step. The ring itself is a raised circular platform of worn stone, stained dark in places you don't want to think about, surrounded by a low rope barrier.

"Ballsy bitch," Vera says, rolling her shoulders as she steps up opposite you. Up close, you can see the network of scars crisscrossing her pale skin—claw marks, burn traces, what looks like bite wounds. Her red hair is tied back in a practical braid, and her green eyes gleam with predatory excitement. Her cock juts straight out from her groin, thick and veiny, a solid eleven inches of throbbing meat that bobs with her movements. "Been too long since I had a real fighter to break in."

Captain Dominika moves to the edge of the ring, her own massive erection still rock-hard and dripping. "Standard fortress rules," she announces, loud enough for the growing crowd of onlookers to hear. Other futanari are emerging from doorways now, drawn by the prospect of entertainment. "Five minutes. No weapons. No killing strikes. First to pin their opponent's shoulders to the mat for a three-count wins. Begin when ready."

Vera doesn't wait for ceremony. She lunges forward immediately, faster than her muscular build would suggest, trying to close the distance and grapple. But your warrior instincts are sharp—you sidestep, letting her momentum carry her past, and deliver a sharp kidney strike that makes her grunt.

"Fuck! Fast little cunt, aren't you?" Vera spins, her cock swinging heavily, leaving a trail of pre-cum across the stone. She feints left, then drives in low, trying to tackle your legs.

You pivot, bringing your knee up hard. It connects with her shoulder instead of her face—she's good, already adjusting. Her hands grab your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and suddenly you're fighting her strength directly. She's powerful, her grip like iron, and she uses her body weight to drive you backward toward the rope.

Your torn shirt tears further as she presses against you, one of your massive breasts spilling free entirely. The crowd howls appreciatively. Vera's cock is grinding against your hip through your skirt, hot and slick with pre-cum, leaving sticky trails on your skin.

"Gonna pin you down and fuck that warrior attitude right out of you," Vera growls in your ear, her breath hot against your neck. "Gonna pump that tight little cunt full until you're begging—"

You slam your forehead into her nose. Hard.

Vera staggers back, blood streaming, her grip loosening just enough. You wrench free, creating distance, your exposed breast bouncing heavily as you reset your stance. The crowd's noise intensifies—they're excited now, seeing actual competition.

"Clock!" Captain Dominika calls out. "One minute thirty elapsed!"

Vera wipes blood from her face, grinning despite the pain. Her cock is somehow even harder now, throbbing visibly. "Okay, bitch. Now it's fun."