Not Long After Passing Out.

You wake up in the same position you fell asleep in. You feel relaxed but not tired. The clock on your phone and the darkness outside tells you that you crashed for a short while before waking back up. Seems the counter agent wasn't quite enough to put you out until morning. Time to find something to do with yourself.

You inspect your luggage for a bit before deciding you don't want to get unpacking just yet. Your body is still recovering and it'll be an all day affair. Best to start fresh in the morning. But without your stuff your options are somewhat limited. You try to think of a way to put yourself back to sleep and remember something that was mentioned when you first signed on to the Higher Registry. The building contains many facilities, such as an indoor gym, that you have free rein to utilize.

You dig through your stuff until you find some workout clothes. You throw on a sports bra, baggy tank top, some loose shorts, socks, and sneakers. You don't have the tight fitting workout clothes you often stared at women wearing at your old gym. It was too much of a risk that someone would notice your extra equipment. But this outfit is comfortable and breezy so you don't have much cause to complain. You snag your new keys and lock the door behind you as you step into the hallway.

You get turned around for a bit before finding a glass door with the words "Fitness Center" engraved on it. Below that is a simple paper sign taped to the door declaring, "No fighting!!!".

Despite the late hour you aren't the only one there. An extremely tall woman with bleached white hair in short spikes benches several plates on a bar on the far left. She almost shouts with every exhale and bangs the plates down with an unnecessary amount of ****. You'd say something to her but she looks like she could bend you in half. Her outfit covers more than yours but is tight to her skin, her cock pressing against her blue spandex shorts.

The only other person besides yourself is a lean chocolate skinned woman running on a treadmill with large wireless headphones on. She's wearing a sports bra under an open light hoodie and tight leggings which reveal that she too is a futa.

You only came here to get back to sleep so a light jog sounds perfect. Not wanting to disturb anyone you choose one of the empty machines a few spots away from the running woman. You quickly work up to a light jog and just as quickly notice the other two futas eyeing you. It's just the occasional glance, always looking away as you turn to face them, but it's unnerving. The bodybuilder takes a break from her loud grunting and looks straight at you while she catches her breath and guzzles down water from a bottle. Her eyes make you feel like a target and you wonder if she's the reason for the sign outside.

"Don't let her get to you," says a voice from beside you.

You fight not to jump as the other futa, her headphones now resting around her neck, is suddenly working the controls of the treadmill next to you. You were so focused on the giant you didn't notice her move over.

"She always tries to intimidate new fighters," she continues. "Makes it easier for her in the ring."

You look back at the large woman and find her now smiling at you. The bulge in her tight shorts has gotten very noticeable and you can't help but make a quick comparison in your head. You aren't certain who would come ahead in such a match up and you aren't eager to find out. You try to consider how you would fare against an opponent with so much more muscle than you and it doesn't look good.

"I don't think she needs much help in the ring," you mutter.

The other futa chuckles and says, "Don't focus so much on physical strength. Whether it's here or a normal ring, size isn't everything."

She grabs at her crotch and forces a laugh out of you. You sense more than see the behemoth approach you both.

"Care to put that to the test?" she asks, looking at both of you.

You gulp. She's even bigger up close.

"There's no fighting in here," you find yourself saying.

To your surprise, your running partner calmly says, "I don't see any refs here."

She turns off her machine and casually moves to an open mat set off to the side for floor exercises. As the much larger woman smiles and moves towards her, the dark skinned contender tosses her hoodie aside, revealing lean arms with whipcord muscles and visible abs. Then, as if she were alone, she pulls down and wriggles out of her tights, revealing a hardening cock of average length for a futa, a bit shorter than your own.

"I haven't seen you around before," she asks the giantess. "You just make your debut or something?"

She grins maniacally and says, "I'm on the fifth floor."

The smaller woman ignores her opponent to answer the question written on your face.

"They don't do real ranks anymore. Too much fighting over who deserves what position or pay. So everyone's position is considered individually by the FWF. Except, you still get nicer digs the better you do. Ten floors, each one fancier than the last."

You gulp again. You'd heard the penthouse floor only had three people living on it, despite the vast size of each floor. Being on the fifth floor made this woman sound like a monster rather than a fighter.

It's over in less than a minute. Your former jogging mate gives a simple nod and the monster pounces. She moves like water, a single step putting her just outside the reach of her opponent's grasping arms at the last possible second. With that same simple motion of her foot she sweeps the other futa's leg out from under her. The giantess falls, spinning as she does. Her lithe adversary takes hold of her shorts as she tumbles, pulling down the tight garment with one swift tug. She moves so fast that she has enough time to grab her opponent by the hips and direct her descent. She lands on her front while the dark skinned warrior takes another step and is suddenly between her legs, holding them both aloft. With absolute precision she thrusts her hips forward and into the waiting hole of the monster. Whether through sweat, excitement, or pure **** she buries herself fully and starts humping like a machine, all the while holding up the other woman's legs. The confidence of the body builder disappears, replaced with dread and tension as she's pounded into a single **** orgasm.

With that the dark warrior let's her go with a thud. And as if nothing happened she just gets dressed and makes for the door.

"So what floor are you?" you ask her.

She laughs, "Doesn't matter. All that matters is you, and the opponent in front of you. Everything else is a distraction." As she walks by you she runs her knuckles gently along your cheek and smiled, "You're cute."

And then she leaves, her hips swaying hypnotically. You know because you watch until she's out of sight. The giant futa is still lying on the mat, only just starting to recover and trying to pull up her shorts with as much dignity as she can muster. You suddenly feel very tired and head back to your rooms. You don't have any trouble getting back to sleep.