Training.

You wanna keep this win streak alive! If your debut continues to be successful you might even get a sponsorship. You're sure you'll lose eventually but the longer you can put it off the further you'll go. And the faster you'll be climbing the ranks and getting those sweet **** matches!

But as you sit down to plan out your day you realize that you aren't really sure HOW to train for this. Increase your endurance? Masturbating could only get you so far so you'd need a partner. Maybe, fighting skills? Heather seemed to have a few moves she threw out but ultimately it's sex that decides these matches. Besides, Heather lost all her matches. Not exactly the girl you want to emulate. How about general fitness training? Probably a good idea but that's not gonna win you matches by itself.

Still, it's a start. And you can think more while you do it. You check the scheduler and see the gym mostly, but not completely, full. You request a slot and get immediately cleared for a two hour block. You throw on a new and much tighter workout outfit, grab your phone and some headphones, and head down. The place is packed with other futa's, most of them wearing clothes that show off powerful or lean physiques. You're no slob, though, so you don't feel intimidated. Especially after noting that the sasquatch isn't around.

You follow your own basic workout routine from your life before, meant to keep you looking good and make you strong. Other fighters are surprisingly polite, keeping to themselves, cleaning off equipment after using it, and easily working in other people for rotations on the same machines.

As you exercise you consider your conundrum. How to you train between matches? If you were a soccer player you'd practice handling and shooting the ball. If you were a race car driver you'd drive around a track. If you were a normal fighter, like a boxer, you'd hit punches bags and spar.

You pause in the middle of a rep. Is sparring a thing here? You glance around the room at all the sweating, heaving futas and wonder if you could convince one of them to come back to your place for the night. Probably not. And a failed attempt in front of all these other fighters would be humiliating. You finish your workout and head back to your rooms to shower. Afterwards, you bring up your tablet, thinking to email Ms. Manchester for advice. On a sudden whim, you first check out the scheduler. It had other options you hadn't fully explored so maybe...

There it is. An option in a drop down window reads "Sparring/Training". You press it and find a list of requests for training matches. You check out a few and find a wide range. Most are just fighters looking for a regular off the books match to improve, usually in their rooms but sometimes requesting an unused arena or other facility space. Others get much more specific.

"Lost my last match to Tanya, queen of the BJ's. Need someone good at giving head to push my endurance up."

"Requesting low level fighter for anal play training."

"Requesting mid-level fighter to act as domme for training purposes. Tools available by request."

It was like a weird version of Tinder. The entries that interest you, and that you can honestly fulfill as a newbie, are already filled up by the time you spot them. So you make your own entry.

"Brand new fighter looking for tips and training. All levels welcome."

You're shocked at how quickly you garner a response.