An offer from the 4F

As you prepare to head out the door with Helena, the clerk calls out to you. "Just a moment! I think I have something here for you to take a look at. It's from the 4F."

"The 4F? Is that like the 4-H club?"

Rather than reply himself, the clerk just hands you a printed flier, and you read the very curious message inside:

Attention Animorphs and Owners!

You are all cordially invited to the first event of the 4F, or the Furry Female Fight/Fuck Federation. All willing are encouraged to join. Visitors every bit as welcome to attend and watch the show! Customers, come with your partner and get in free! Partner?s safety guaranteed either way by top medical staff and in-ring precautions for all size, manner, and breed of animorph. Whether you?re a fan of sex or **** (or BOTH), you?ll be pleased in one of our divisions: sensual Fighting or Fucking competitions alike, each with a dash of the other for spice! All fighters are encouraged to be as outgoing and sexual as they like in all of these matches, so go ape, hog wild, and batty as you like for this big event!? A number for information and address to attend is listed beneath it all.

"Furry Female ... wait a minute, shouldn't that be five F's?"

"No, the 'Fight/Fuck' part only counts as one word because of the slash. See?"

"Oh." You re-read the message, eyes widening as you realize that it's talking about bringing Helena to one of these wrestling/sex fighting events. "Have you heard anything about this?" you ask, turning to her.

"Heard about it? Oh, I love it!" she exclaims. "I've taken part in some informal matches, and they let us watch them from the sidelines, but you have to have an owner to actually compete in the 4F. Of course," she adds, fingering her new collar and giving you an impish smile, "now that I've got one, I'm hoping he won't mind watching me put the moves on some other hot animorph girls."

You find your pulse quickening as you picture your big, beautiful, super-strong scorpion-girl going at it with who knows how many other sexy females of who knows how many species. "I'm sure you'd be a shoe-in," you say. "Still, aren't you worried about getting hurt? I think the clerk mentioned that they've got dinosaur-girls here. What if you end up fighting one of them?"

Helena just laughs. "Oh, Master! I appreciate you worrying about me, but you really don't need to. In the fuck competitions, the goal is to make the other girl come first, so the only danger there is passing out from too many orgasms. Even the fights are just a kind of really competitive, really rough sex. The object is technically to pin the other girl for ten seconds or to ring her out, but since we're all horny animorphs, everyone tends to use sexual techniques to immobilize the other opponents; it's hard to fight when you're weak at the knees and begging to be fucked! Besides, they've got trained vets at every match, so even if someone accidentally got hurt, they'd be back on their feet in five minutes or so."

You look at Helena, then back at the flier. It sounds like this would be right up her alley, and you can't deny the fact that watching one of these fights sounds like a fun, erotic way to spend an evening. You wonder if Helena would even need to train before a match, or if she's in good enough shape as-is. With her obvious physical and sexual power, she seems perfect to you, anyway!