Someone Called "Donna".

You have no idea who she is but her response is swift and to the point.

"I've got time. Your place in five?"

You respond, "I just got back from the gym. Can you do later tonight?"

"After dinner then."

She asks for your room number and you give it to her. You feel weirdly nervous as the appointed hour approaches. It's almost like a date or a hook up or something but at the same time it's actually more like a professional meeting. Still, odds are you're getting laid tonight so it should be a fun evening.

A knock on your door draws you from your thoughts. You pad over on bare feet wearing the short robe they gave you with nothing on underneath. You figure a sparring match should be as close to a real one as you can get so you assume you'll be naked. It would have been embarrassing to ask so you hope you assumed correctly. Opening the door you find evidence that you were correct. Your sparring partner, you assume, stands before you completely naked, tits, ass, and cock swinging in the breeze. Her lean muscles and dark skin make you instantly think of a panther and you gulp at the memory of what you saw her do in the gym last night.

"So you're name is Donna?" you ask lamely.

She raises an eyebrow and smiles, "Obviously. So, can I come in? Or are you gonna wait to see what wolves come to gobble me up?"

You usher her inside and close the door behind you.

As you disrobe you ask her, "Would other fighters really make a pass at you out in the hall?"

She narrows her eyes at you.

"You really are a freshly popped cherry, huh? We're Higher Registry, kid. We don't have rights anymore except what the FWF gives us. Hell, even the normal Domination girls take cracks at one another without much pushback."

"But, you walked all the way here naked? Knowing that someone could try and **** you?"

She shrugs and says, "It's a hard life we've chosen. Everything is an opportunity to get stronger. Now are you gonna talk or do you plan on learning something tonight?"

You've already moved some furniture around to give you an open space in the living room. The hardwood is probably harder than the arena floors but there isn't much you can do about that. You square off against each other, you raising your arms in a fighter's stance, her with her arms crossed and acting as a shelf for her firm breasts. She nods at you, the same nod she gave the woman from last night before flooring her. You approach cautiously, trying to think of a strategy. She doesn't give you the chance. Like liquid lightning she moves in low under your guard and thrusts her hands up and into your armpits. She scoops you off your feet then pulls back as she falls to the floor. With perfectly accuracy she spears you onto her already stiff cock. You wince and shutter from the **** of it. She wastes no time and starts gyrating her hips.

"Come on!" she barks. "Fight back!"

That pulls you out of your stupor and you act before thinking, relying on speed and instinct. You try to rise onto your feet but her hands grasp your hips and she follows you, spinning you both as you do. This puts you onto your back while she steadily fucks you.

"You gotta be faster than that!" she tells you.

That was as fast as you could go! It isn't your fault she moves like the rest of the world is in slow motion. Her constant drilling is starting to get to you, even without the aphrodisiac. Her power and confidence have practically the same effect in any case. She has your arms pinned now and one of her legs pressed down on one of yours to keep it from moving. So you focus on defense instead, massaging her dick with your pussy. She licks her lips to hide a smile. You've got her!

Until, that is, she pulls out without warning. She dives downward and lines her head up with your groin. In shear panic you hoist up your hips, clipping her forehead and sending her back. You get back onto your feet while she looks at you and smiles.

"That's better," she tells you. "Now what's your comeback?"

Your eyes dart about for a minute. She looks totally relaxed but you know that's a lie. Well, even if she's more toned than you are, you're still taller and probably stronger. If speed won't work then strength will have to make up for it. You move in as quickly as you can, arms out wide to catch her. She doesn't move an inch. She lets you grab hold of her in a bear hug. You try to wedge a knee between her legs but she crosses them too tightly. So you throw her down onto the floor to mount her. Except as you do she drops her weight down and you wind up lining up with her bellybutton instead of her pussy. Trying to beat her really is like trying to fight a flowing river. She's all **** and motion with nothing to grab onto.

You moan and gasp as you feel something penetrate your pussy once again. Your pussy is within reach of her hands, even as you pin her arms to her body. She easily manages three fingers and twists as she penetrates, opening you up for more. You let go of her and grab at her wrist but her now totally free hand grabs yours first. With a little pressure she pushes it into an awkward posture that makes it feel like your wrist is gonna pop off at any moment. You abandon that hand to its fate and reach with your other. She's pressing her freaking foot up into your shoulder, basically doing a split while lying down. She's got a fourth finger inside of you now and is working on getting her thumb in as well. You've never felt so full. You're already cumming, panting and crying out, but she doesn't relent. Once her whole hand is inside of you she uses short pumping motions that make you see stars.

You aren't sure if you came several times over the next few minutes or just had a few incredibly long orgasms. Whatever the case, after the first one she barely needed to hold you down. She stands over you now, letting you recover.

"You're insanely good," you pant, admitting your utter defeat.

She smiles and says, "Thank you. Did you learn anything?"

"Uh, besides how good you are?"

"Besides that."

"Um..."

You go over the session in your head. It's hard to pin down a single thing that stands out in your mind. You remember being too slow, too ****, not reading her correctly, basically sucking. But did you actually learn anything from any of it? Maybe not.

After watching you search your memory for a bit she says, "Two things. First, learn some kind of grappling. Judo is a popular one, though some stick with European wrestling. We may not be traditional fighters but being able to keep your opponent where you want them, and being able to escape when you want to, are huge advantages."

You nod in understanding. Knowledge of martial arts would probably have helped you on both attack and defense just now.

"Second," she continues. "There's two good ways to pleasure a futa. First, you can focus fully on one spot. Typically that's pussy or cock but some folks have sensitive assholes so keep your options open. The other is to switch around and build them up until you can finish them off all at once, make them cum like they never have before. But this takes time and planning or else it'll all fall apart. For your part, you usually wanna spread out your own pleasure for that exact reason. If you're about to cum with your cock, switch things up and confuse your own body. "

"Is that what you did when I started squeezing on your dick? Change the program so I couldn't get you off that way?"

She smiles and nods, "You had good instincts there. But that'll only get you so far."

Donna leaves shortly thereafter. You send her another request for training the next day but she never responds. So you practice alone instead, signing up for private lessons in Judo at a nearby dojo. You're glad they offer private lessons because the baggy uniforms and close proximity to your trainer means your secret is exposed pretty quickly. You explain your "condition" and after a lesson or two she seems perfectly comfortable with you.

Six days pass faster than you would have believed possible. You proceed to the red locker room ahead of schedule, earning you a slight nod from the silent Ms. Manchester. Though, that may have also been from your arriving without any clothes on. You've taken Donna's lesson to heart. Walking down the halls, fully naked and completely aware of all the horny futas behind all the doors you passed, each of them a potential attacker, put you on edge. But it's a good thing, forcing you to focus and face your fear. Ms. Manchester checks her tablet then nods her head towards the door. You give your own tight ass an audible slap as you walk by her. You check over your shoulder and catch her looking at it before quickly going back to her tablet and smile.

You rush through the smoke again, waiting a bit longer this time to exhale. Still the arousal hits you like a slap to the face. You take a deep breath and swear you can taste it, even in the center of the ring. It's possible, likely actually, that particles of the gas fill the room, even in places where it's not thick enough to see.

Your opponent appears at the same time as you, emerging from the mist to stand in the center of the ring.