Not fighting fair, luckily you prefer fighting dirty

You put yourself at a little bit of a disadvantage by throwing down the proverbial gauntlet to Samantha so soon, after all, while you were relatively fit and healthy, Samantha was arguably healthier than she should be. Although those same hormonal boosts are what you plan on using to regain the edge you might have given up by not giving yourself longer to train and sparring. Samantha has a lot more experience fighting than you, but you've also managed to find a few illicit videos of her fights, from a few purists that recorded it as well as Samantha breeding her opponent. This gives you a chance to study how she prefers to fight, and should hopefully give you enough to work with as well as some nice amateur breeding smut to enjoy.

In a straight fight, you stand no chance of winning, but you have no intention of making this an honourable or fair fight. So rather than spending time training excessively, you study up on the hormones Samantha is using, Stacy is happy to volunteer to buy a batch from the supplier. You study the gene mix and piece it together the problems Samantha is having essentially boils down to someone trying to turn a permanent gene mod solution into a temporary one, likely in an effort to make more money. Perhaps Samantha was right in her accusation about this dose being different to what she used to use, In any event, the knowledge gives you some good ideas on how to take advantage of Samantha during the fight so well worth the time which is good as a few days later you get a message giving you the time and place.

While you sit in the makeshift locker room waiting to be called down to your match with Samantha, you can't help but feel an illicit thrill from the prospect that you might somehow lose. Throughout your plan, you've spread your seed among quite a few former sorority sisters without so much as a second thought, but something about the current plan feels different. Perhaps it's the knowledge that Samantha knows your intentions ahead of time, or perhaps it's the fact that you facing the same risks should you lose. You feel your often-neglected pussy throbbing at the proposition of seeing some action with long-lasting consequences.

The door opens and a burly man in a mask enters chucking you a mask of your own, before gesturing wordlessly with a simple incline of his head towards the door to tell you it was showtime. You step out and walk down towards the ring that had been erected in the centre of the gym, spotlights highlighting the space as well as obscuring any of the rest of the gym to make it harder to pinpoint where the illicit match is being held. You've no doubt they'd eventually receive a visit from the station's security team, either when the bribes start costing too much or some senior figure needs a campaign focus for re-election.

In any event, you make your way into the ring to a few cheers and applause from the crowd obscured by the bright lights in the ring. It's a warm enough reception for the guest challenger you suppose. However, you can't help but feel like it was an underwhelming reception when Samantha makes her way down and the fanfare and applause she receives.

"You know and love her, The brutal breeder, the bun stuffer baker, the baby making Mistress of pain, The Insemanatrix herself," A voice plays over the crowds cheering for Samantha.

You can't help but admire Samantha's athletic form as she lightly jogs towards the ring, her large tits kept in check by her sports bra but with each step, a familiar gene mod vial dangles from a chain around her neck. You feel a repeat of the sense you felt earlier, that illicit thrill, knowing that the vial could give Samantha everything she needs to pump a healthy virile load of cum deep into your defenceless pussy.

Samantha climbs through the ropes and fixes you with a hungry stare, licking her lips as her eyes drink in your form. "Oh, I've been waiting for this for too long," Samantha grunts tapping the vial dangling just above the sweet valley of her large tits.

"Win or Lose, I think I'm in for some fun tonight," You retort in a confident tone. "Although I'm hoping to show you how a true futa is superior," You add with a big smile.

"Alright looks like our eager ladies are eager and raring to go, so place your bets now, who do you think will walk out of here with something to remember the winner by?" The announcer calls out. "Has the plucky futa from another system bitten off more than she can chew?" The announcer continues "Or perhaps it's the Inseminatrix herself who's finally met her match?" The announcer continues.

The crowd murmurs for a minute before the announcer calls that all bets are in and final, and asks for you and Samantha to take your corners and wait for the bell. You feel your heart racing and both sets of genitals throbbing in anticipation as you eye up Samantha, knowing one way or the other you're going to drive her wild this fight.

You take a moment to try and centre yourself however just as you begin to focus the bell rings and Samantha comes charging straight towards you. You knew from the fights you'd watched in preparation that Samanth definitely prefers to come out strong and fast and try and overwhelm her opponent, which you had planned for. Hoping that your lighter mass might help you evade. However, despite your best efforts to sidestep the oncoming wall of attractive athletic muscle, Samantha still connects well enough to send you off balance and crashing to the ring floor.

You could scarcely believe the speed at which Samantha could move, the athlete showing her full futa enhanced prowess by quickly following up by climbing on top of you and pinning your arms above your head with one hand and tearing your own sports bra with the other. You fight back the sensual feelings flooding your mind about being dominated like this, the thick muscular thighs pressing around your sides, the strong grip restraining both your arms with ease. It's a losing battle until the sound of synth-fabric of your top starting to tear quickly helps your back to the moment.

You wait for the straining fabric around your upper body to reach breaking point, knowing the sudden loss of the resistance the poor top was putting up might throw Samantha off you and for you to break free. Sure enough with a loud rip revealing your tits for all the onlookers you throw your entire body towards Samantha which catches her completely off balance and brings you on top of her with your body between her legs. Knowing now more than ever your hopelessly outclassed athletically you decide to change tactics.

"Mmmmm now this is more like it," You purr in a sultry tone, channelling all the fake confidence you can muster, in the hope of unnerving Samantha. You even go as far as leaning in and kissing her on the lips before with a loud grunt Samantha throws you off her and sends you rolling to the side. "Mmmm, tastes just like cherries," You giggle springing up to your feet and giggling as you continue to give the impression you're enjoying yourself. The crowd cheer as you begin to intentionally move around to make your boobs jiggle enticingly.

"I'll wipe that damn smile off your face," Samantha growls lunging for you, only this time her rage and anger making her movement slower, giving you just enough time to sidestep her and slap her ass on the way past, which elicits a loud cheer from the crowd. The cheers only fuel Samantha's blind rage as she begins to close distance with you once more, only this time she moves in to deliver some punishing blows with her balled fists. You duck and weave as best you can, knowing a solid hit with any of them would send you reeling, you manage to get away with a few glancing blows which will likely still leave some bruises.

By now Samantha is panting, her anger removing most of the control and finesse of her abilities, giving you the chance you desperately need to win this fight. To fight dirty as you planned you need Samantha tired enough to not resist it as easily as she could now, which for now means you need to tire and frustrate Samantha to make her wear herself down. It's a risky plan, given one solid hit and you might find yourself at the mercy of a strong and enraged woman, without much mercy to spare. So sure enough you start to focus on evading Samantha's attacks while keeping her mad.

Minute after tense minutes of near misses and unnecessary gloating and teasing go by until you can noticeably see that Samantha has overexerted herself. Her once impeccable footwork and worrying quick agility are instead sluggish and clumsy. Her punches and kicks are considerably easy to duck and dodge and the few that do glance off you lack much of the **** they had at the start of the fight.

Knowing that there's still little chance with Samantha barely able to defend herself that you could win normally, the most likely outcome if you try being you tiring yourself out while Samantha recovers and gets her second wind. You decide to focus on your true plan and spend your time getting Samantha riled up in a different sense.

This starts with your moving in and pressing your body against Samantha's body, her hard warm muscles pressing against your more slender frame. Your hands make token efforts to grapple with Samantha and deflect her attempts to get you away from her, all the while you shamelessly run your hands up and down her athletic body. Soon you feel Samantha's nipples poking through the sports bra and decide that it's time for some payback, given how long you've been fighting topless.

"Who wants to see her tits!" You call out to the crowd who cheer in response.

"Fucking get off me you bitch, stop poking me with your stupid cock," Samantha groans trying in vain to push you away.

"Better get used to it, because I'll be poking that stupid cock right against that pretty little cervix of yours right before I flood your womb with my potent futa seed," You growl back, loud enough for the crowd to let out a second cheer.

"The hell you will," Samantha growls trying to catch you by surprise by turning on the spot, which gives you just the right opportunity to yank Samantha's sports bra up, causing her large tits to spill free, much to the crowd's delight, but also forces the top up Samantha's arms and head. This leaves your opponent less mobile and partially blind giving you a chance to move more freely around her.

"Fuck look at these monsters, can't wait to see how big they get when they'll all swollen and filled with milk," You gleefully cheer for the crowd fondling Samantha's bare breasts for the crown. You take your time to tease and work the large swollen nubs of Samantha's nipples, earning you your first moan from Samantha, unable to resist the pleasure.

With Samantha still trying to untangle herself from her sports bra, you decide to sneak around Samantha's front and suck on one of Samantha's sweet nipples, rolling your tongue around the swollen nub and causing Samantha to moan, much louder this time. "Mmmm list to this slut moan," You call out.

Giving up on pulling the bra back down Samantha instead pulls it higher and over her head which at least means she can see you again, even if her hands are still somewhat bound. Something she immediately puts to good use by bringing both her hands down on top of your shoulders forcing you down. Fortunately, you have enough time to move with the impact and find yourself on your knees staring right at Samantha's crotch where you spot the telltale bulge you were hoping to see.

"Oh, someone's happy to see me," You coo, this time quieter so only Samantha can hear.

"Stop screwing around and fight me," Samantha groans in frustration, her last few words slurring as you begin to tease a single finger along the bulge in Samantha's shorts.

"Oh, but I am," You reply with a giggle, while, teasing your hand over Samantha's cock through her shorts, knowing just how sensitive it would be. The illicit gene mod hormones coursing through Samantha's body caused the spontaneous growth of her futa cock as it wasn't present at the start of the fight, meaning it would be exceptionally sensitive.

With each pass of your hands over the sensitive and rapidly swelling member in Samantha's shorts, the athletic fighter was losing the urge to fight, far too lost in the waves of pleasure she was feeling instead. Slowly but surely all the hate melts away into lust, and by the time you snake your hand down the front of Samantha's shorts, the match is yours.

All you have to do is start stroking Samantha's thick cock, the taller thicker athletic woman lying static in your arms simply moaning in pleasure as you jerk her cock in front of the cheering crowd. You tease and stroke the thick shaft getting Samanatha really close to the orgasm she clearly craves before stopping and giving Samanatha an ultimatum.

"Please don't stop," Samantha whimpers, trying to thrust herself in place against your grip.

"If you want me to get you off, you need to surrender the match," You offer in a teasing tone.

"I can't," Samantha pleads, "Anything but that," She adds, conflict and desperation in her voice.

"Just submit," You reply in a soft tone, "Let me have my victory and claim my prize and I'll make you feel amazing," You purr in a sultry tone.

Samantha pleads and whines for a few moments, before finally accepting defeat. "Fine I give up, you win," Samantha calls out with a heavy sigh.

"Good girl," You reply with a grin.

"Well there we have it, the Inseminatrix has finally met her match," The announcer cheers. "Now we can move on to the true event and watch as the victor takes her spoils," The announcer continues to thunderous applause.