Not Very.

"Not very," you answer. "I've seen the videos but the rules seem to change."

She nods in understanding, "They often do. The basic rules are as follows. You may not severely injure or physically incapacitate your opponent. This is not a boxing match. Physical strikes are allowed within reason but only to either excite your opponent, subdue them in some way, or to break away from them. Sex is your main weapon here. The match continues until one of you cannot orgasm any longer or is otherwise too sensitive to continue, even if you're still concious. Or you can forfeit, though that's rare. If you do forfeit you will be required to submit to your opponent's whims for one hour. Breaking a rule will result in an automatic forfeit."

'Wow,' you think to yourself. 'Guess it's better to go down fighting.'

"Most matches in the Dedicated Domination Circuit and Higher Registry follow the same format. Two futas, nude, enter the ring and keep fighting until one is thoroughly dominated by the other. It's standard for all competitors to have long term birth control implanted, as I see you already have according to your paperwork, so go nuts. The rings are generally standardized, five meters in diameter. The outside of the ring will produce a potent aphrodisiac in gaseous form which both competitors will need to pass through in order to reach the ring. This gas will move closer to the center as time goes on and tends to gather on the floor before moving up so use this knowledge to your advantage. If you earn enough credibility you may gain sponsors who will pay you a regular fee for each match and may also request special matches or services for additional compensation. Sponsored fighters are allowed to wear small, tight fitting strips of cloth or garments bearing logos and names so long as they do not give an advantage. Additionally, some matches may be special. This may change what you can wear, the format of the ring, various conditions, the prize, or just about anything else. However, you will always be made aware of these alterations ahead of time. Do you have any questions?"

"What about compensation? That seems to vary as well."

She nods, "As you move up the ladder you will have chances at bigger prizes. You may, though I don't recommend it, challenge a higher ranking fighter for a greater prize. However, the higher in rank they are compared to you, the more you'll need to pony up. Odds are you'll be risking your freedom for a shot at glory and extra prize money. Competitors of the same level may also challenge one another for nearly anything they both agree on. Sometimes Futacolo will even arrange, or at least encourage, such matches. As for you, your current ranking is, of course, the lowest tier, though the Higher Registry pays out far more than the other circuits. You will receive one thousand dollars American for the match and another four thousand should you win."

'Five grand for winning my first match?! This is even better than I thought!'

"Do you have anymore questions?"

You almost say no but stop yourself.

"You manage all the rookies, right? Any advice for someone just starting out?"

For the first time since you got here she smiles. It's a small thing but you feel like you've won a great victory for being acknowledged by her, even in a small way.

"My advice? Take things slow when you're just starting out. Too many of these girls let their dicks and pussies do all the thinking for them their first time out. Focus on just not fucking up. And if you do then try to correct it fast. One or two mistakes you can make up for, but too many will cost you in the long run. And fucking up your recovery from one mistake will usually take you out immediately. After a few matches you'll have better resistance to the gas and better ideas about techniques. That's when you can get fancy."

She checks her watch and informs you that you have only minutes before your first match begins. You find a locker with your name on it and disrobe. You glance over at "Miss Manchester" as you do and spot her checking you out. It feels good to have someone appreciate your body. She takes in more of your body the more you undress until she gives another little smile as your lengthy cock emerges from your small red panties. It isn't the same smile as before, more of a hungry look. You decide that you like her smiles.

When you turn to face her she's all business again. She directs you to the door opposite the one you came in through. It takes you to a short hallway with an open doorway at the end. Pink gas pours down from above the doorway and you hold your breath as you dash through. Yet when you let out your breath on the other side you still feel an intense heat in your core that wasn't there before and your previously half-hardened cock is now rigid. Apparently that stuff is no joke. Even being near it will probably make you horny as hell.

The smoke covers the walls of the arena. A series of spherical cameras dot the center of the ceiling, ready to record your every movement. Along side them are lights which illuminate the floor not covered in gas. A figure appears out of the pink mist on the far side and you ready yourself for action