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La Femme Akita: The Dogfight Circuit, Bitch League

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by Myra

https://myra.sofurry.com/

What in the world am I doing here? There's the sound of soft, feminine grunting as the opponents in the ring grapple, their firm, beautiful bodies so intimately close, breasts squeezing together until they're almost flat against their owners' chests. A leg comes up, a solid-muscled thigh squeezing tight between the legs of her opposite, grinding firmly against a fully-exposed mound, and it's only a matter of moments before the room fills with a cry of ecstasy, followed shortly afterward by the sound of a body hitting the mat.

Just another night at the dogfights. There's only two differences tonight from the normal lineup, I suppose. The first is that it's a bitch-only night, morph femmes versus morph femmes, and the males in the audience (as well as a good number of females) are eating it up like hotcakes. The other is that I'm next on the fighting bill.

Oh well, maybe my opponent will be worn out from her previous bouts.

"And now...Red!" called out the announcer, a slim giraffe morph wearing a stereotypical striped referee's uniform. He was waving in my direction, and I'd feel kind of bad to disappoint everyone, so out I came, nothing on except my fur. Guess there's some in the audience that like a skinny girl, 'cause I was hearing lots of catcalls and wolf-whistles all over the place, some of them from real cats and real wolves.

"Yeah, Red, baby - shake that foxy tail!"

I'm flattered.

"Get her, Red! You can take that Akita down!"

Well, it's nice of you to say so, but I'm really just here for the entry payment, not the winner's purse.

A lucky thing for me as a femme, I get a nice chunk of money, win or lose. Morphboys get a lot less than morphgirls unless they win, in which case they get a lot more than when the femmes take the purse. As far as I know, it's 'cause of the way the customers pay out. Boy days, they come to see somebody get beat down, and somebody come out on top. Girl days, they just come to see the fight itself, not necessarily who wins or loses.

Of course, there are other ways to make money on nights like this, if you're willing to sell your body, one way or another. Besides the working girls making their rounds through the audience, eventually pairing off with horny customers, there's always the ones looking for prime breeding stock. Even if you're one of the losers, there's still plenty of humans who'll be happy to pay good money for you to let one of their studmorphs knock you up, as long as you let them keep the end product. I've never done that - thankfully I've never been quite that desperate - but there's enough money in it that it's a constant temptation to some. Me, I love my two little girls, and I'd never let them go, not for all the money in the world.

Ooh, Akita. So that's what that guy in the audience was talking about. As soon as I reach the door to the ring, then hear them lock it behind me, I'm confronted with what has to be the tallest doggymorph femme I've ever seen. She's a cream-and-tan Akitamorph, and besides her height, she's got what looks like muscles on top of her muscles. That's not the only thing big about her, either: she's got bazongas like nobody's business, the fat, perked caps a bright and suckable strawberry pink, and I'm pretty sure she could squish my head between them if she was so inclined. Of course, if she did, I'd die a happy vix. Something unusual about her, besides her absolutely incredible physique, is that the Akita's got long white hair - hair, not fur - that runs down to her shoulders in front, and to her upper back in the rear. Actual hair is pretty uncommon in morphs that aren't equines or lions, but I have to admit, it looks good on her. Sort of feathery at the ends, too.

"And in this corner, tonight's undefeated champion, Elnora!" the referee called out as he motioned to the Akitafemme, stepping to the exit to the ring cage used by him and the paramedics. "All right, ladies, you both know the rules: keep it clean, and come out fighting!"

*

It was the last match of the day, and Elnora had to admit, she was glad for it. Sweat bathed her brow and dripped from her breasts and tightly-muscled belly, making her fur stick to her body, perfectly outlining every one of her curves. That last fight had been the hardest, against the big Great Dane femme. Not so much because of the skill of the fighter in question, though that had been pretty significant, but because by that point, Elnora'd been starting to tire out. Normally there would be a brief pause between bouts, with the winner of the previous fight hopping out to let the next combatants have their turn, but by that point in the night, there just weren't any more opponents in the loop, which meant no breaks. If you were going to win at this stage in the game, it'd have to be because you wanted it more. Lucky for Elnora, that Great Dane had been extra-sensitive. Heh, she'd even squirted all over Elnora's thigh, the wet spot still there.

Seeing her opponent, the Akitafemme couldn't resist letting her eyes roam all over her. Red, huh? Not a very original name for a red fox vixen, but then, names were hardly ever original, and when they were, they tended to be kind of stupid. Skinny little thing, cute face, cute tush, smallish breasts with tiny pink nipples framed in the white fur of her underbelly, and a long, fluffy foxtail that Elnora had to admit she kind of wanted to grab and snuggle. Mmm, and that smell of fox. There was something about the way foxes smelled, something special, something that just screamed sex wherever they went, whatever they were doing. Elnora guessed it was because of their violet gland, marked by a dark spot at the base of the tail. All canomorphs had one, of course, as did a lot of other morphtypes, but foxes had one that seemed to be constantly working in overtime. It made it really hard to hurt a fox - you always wanted to do lots of things with foxes, sure, but hurting them was almost never one of them.

As soon as the ref got out of the way, Red walked toward Elnora, while Elnora, after a moment's pause to wipe off her hair and face with her towel before tossing it aside, did the same. They met in the middle of the ring, and both looked up at the same time, eyes fixed on the object dangling from the top of the cage: a significantly-sized, gold-colored dildo. Since this was the last fight of the night, the deciding bout, there was a little added bonus to keep things interesting: whoever put that dildo into her opponent first, won. The mouth was off-limits, but pussy and tailhole were both fair game. This, of course, was also why the bell hadn't rung just yet: it was common courtesy for the two final combatants to prep each other, making sure they were both nice and slick so that the dildo would slide in smoothly, without any discomfort.

Elnora was just deciding where to start when the skinny little vix made the decision for her. The Akita couldn't hold back her sharp gasp as those wonderful, skilled, black-furred hands began to cup and caress and knead her breasts, before swiftly moving to the swollen nipples at their tips. Elnora's breasts were very sensitive right then, after that Great Dane and she'd started a grinding war, each of their pussies against the thigh of their opponent, until one of them started to clench up in orgasm. Just because Elnora had won, didn't mean she wasn't still so turned-on she could hardly see straight, even after her quick breather between matches. She only hoped the little vix proved even more sensitive.

Sucking in her breath as Red started to suck on her beautiful teats, Elnora reached down, grabbing the fox's toned little butt. Red's tush fit just right into Elnora's strong hands, and she started to maul those tight buns roughly, making the sexy little vix moan loudly. Her big hands stroking down that beautiful, fluffy tail, Elnora slipped one hand between Red's legs, finding the vixen already slick and wet. Not resisting, Red spread her legs, her own fingers squeezing into Elnora's tightly-muscled quim at the same time the Akitafemme did the same to Red.

"You're so beautiful," cooed Red, leaning in close to make sure Elnora heard the words over the pounding of blood in her ears. "So gorgeous. You deserve to be worshiped. Every last inch of you."

If Elnora hadn't had such a powerful presence of mind, the combination of Red's skill with her hands, curling upward to stroke over Elnora's G-spot at just the right angle, and Red's smoking hot, seductive voice would have brought the Akitafemme to her knees. As it was, Elnora still shuddered, her legs trembling as she came, both her hands going to Red's shoulders as she fought to keep herself standing, juices gushing out onto the cunning little vixen's hand.

Coming slowly back to herself, Elnora became aware of the cheers of the crowd, everyone in the audience going wild as they saw the big, beautiful Akita obviously cumming her brains out right there in the middle of the cage ring. Cheeks deeply flushed with shame at her weakness as much as from the afterglow of her orgasm, Elnora pushed Red away, baring her teeth in a snarl.

"You'll pay for that, fox," she growled threateningly as she backed toward her corner. Red's own teeth flashed in response, but in a smile that would have melted boulders rather than a threat display.

"I sincerely hope so," countered the vixen as she backed into her corner, licking her lips, then flicking out her tongue in a display so lewd and suggestive, Elnora felt her cheeks brightening some more, until they had to be red enough to start a fire.

Then the bell rang, and both femmes came out swinging.

*

Wow, this Elnora girl's fast! Big girls like her are supposed to be slow, but she's eating up the mat between us like nobody's business! It's not the sort of speed you get just from practicing movements over and over, either - it's that sort of speed that comes because you're just fast.

I'm lucky I've got a good teacher, or the first swing from the busty Akita would have cleaned my clock. Nope, she's not messing around here. Heh, guess maybe I shouldn't have got her off like I did - not only did I embarrass her in front of the audience, I also gave her some much-needed relief, helped to cool her head, just so she could get it all hot again with wanting revenge. Sheesh, girl, this is supposed to be a sex match!

Well, I guess it's legal to take down your opponent, as I think about it, instead of stuffing that dildo in 'em. It's just that I've never seen anybody go for a traditional takedown when there's that big gold dingdong just begging to get stuffed to the hilt in some sweet, juicy morphpussy. Oh sigh, there's just no reasoning with some people. Guess I'll have to get this Akitafemme's mind back into the right spot.

Junkyard style, don't fail me now.

My style of preference is hapkido. It's a fast style, really acrobatic, with lots of kicks as well as some punches. Typical Korean fighting style, I guess. Guess it makes sense I got it added into my vat-based subliminal training, since Korea was my first assignment, and I guess they wanted to make sure I'd fit in. However, my teacher's been working on easing me into something he calls "junkyard style" fighting. It's supposed to be like a toolbox, where you study a move or a maneuver or a form, then you practice it until you can do it perfectly, or really close, then you work on making it a part of everything else you can do. Since my teacher's into scrap and junk, and that means he works a lot with old machines, especially cars, that he salvages, he likes to describe it like building a good toolbox. You find what tools you think you might need, then you get the tools, then you figure out where and how to use them when you need them. It's actually a pretty practical style, I think, and I've got to admit, my teacher's absolutely incredible.

It's really too bad I only really started trying to learn his style seriously about a month ago.

Oh well, maybe I'll be good enough to at least not embarrass myself too badly while I'm getting my tail handed to me.

*

The red haze slowly left Elnora's vision as the fight dragged on a lot longer than she'd expected. That skinny little vix was fast! As the Akita tried to smack Red with a good, solid punch that would probably have ended the fight right then and there, light as the little vix was, Red turned to the side, using some slick soft style dodging and pushing that made Elnora squeal in shock as she went tumbling forward. If she wasn't just so good, she'd have ended up flat on her face on the mat. As it was, she had to roll and turn to make sure she didn't lose herself.

Once Elnora was turned around, she found herself glaring at Red, the red-furred femme standing near the middle of the ring, a smug grin on her foxy face. Starting forward, Elnora starting figuring out how she was going to corner the fox and make sure she didn't get away before Elnora finished the fight. Before she'd gone more than two steps, though, Elnora blinked, then gulped as she saw what Red was doing.

Reaching up, calm and slow, Red gripped the solid length of the dangling dildo. Flashing Elnora a dazzling smile, her beautiful green eyes sparkling, Red carefully untied the flimsy bit of string holding the dildo up, something strange since most combatants would just rip the dildo down when they needed it. Gulping again, feeling the audience around them going silent with the weight of anticipation, Elnora felt almost paralyzed as she watched Red sloooowly caress the thick length of that faux male meat, then start to kiss and nibble around the bulbous tip, before she started running her tongue up and down the whole length with movements so sensuous, Elnora was sure the gold-colored plastic was going to burst into flames at any moment, if she or the audience didn't first.

"I think you're a little stressed, Elnora," said Red, starting to walk slowly toward the Akitafemme, who began backing up, her eyes wide, her chest heaving as she focused all her attention on the beautiful foxfemme and the big gold dildo she was holding out before her, glistening with her spit as much as the gold glitter. "But don't worry - I'm sure I can help you relax."

Shaking her head a little, her breathing coming in short bursts, Elnora could feel herself starting to panic a little. What was the worst part, though, was how wet she was getting, her body reacting right away with a rush of renewed arousal that seemed almost to rob the muscular Akita of all her strength. Once she felt her fluffy-furred butt hit the edge of the cage, she realized there was nowhere else to go - she was trapped, and completely at the vixen's mercy.

Frozen like a deer in the headlights, Elnora watched as Red reached out, and began to gently stroke the tip of the dildo over Elnora's cheek. Teasing it around the Akitafemme's plump, pink nipples, getting them nice and perked and erect, Red leaned in, smiling up at Elnora...and then kissed her.

Gasping at the touch of the other femme's lips against hers, Elnora started to struggle for a moment, only to feel all the strength seem to just melt out of her body as that slim, smooth pink tongue slid into her mouth. Eyes rolling back into her head, Elnora couldn't restrain a whimper as Red continued kissing her, overwhelming her senses one by one, slowly trailing the dildo through the soft fur of her tight-muscled washboard tummy, getting steadily closer and closer to...

No!

Realizing what Red was doing, Elnora started, throwing the other femme off with a quick shove. Wiping her mouth off on one wrist-length charcoal-and-green fingerless glove (those and similarly-colored ankle-length leggings all she was wearing), she glared at Red, baring her teeth. The vixen, obviously as unashamed of herself as any fox caught in the act, just pouted.

"Oh poo," she said, looking so adorably disappointed. "And here I thought we could do this the nice way."

"Hard way for you, foxy," snarled Elnora, stepping forward once more, this time more wary, more ready for action, forcing herself to concentrate.

The fox was fast, that much was obvious, but so was Elnora. Fast and strong. Not letting up, the Akita jabbed out at Red, keeping her punches short, relatively weak, not intending to cause serious injury like the powerhouse punches she'd tried before, when she'd been fighting angry, but enough to stun, to weaken, and eventually to overwhelm. The steady barrage of lighter, faster punches forced Red to give ground, unable to go toe-to-toe against the bigger, stronger femme. She had to spend all her time and energy just dodging, just keeping from being taken out of the fight.

Long minutes passed, hardly any time at all in normal terms, but in a fight, it was a small eternity. It was enough to make all of Elnora's already overstressed muscles start to scream at her in exhaustion. But if she was tired, Red was even more tired, looking even more fetching and sweet as she panted, sweat dripping from her precious tiny nipples. Even as tired as she was, Red still managed to keep up a good fight, still jabbing out at Elnora again and again, throwing punches and kicks that forced the Akita to keep up her guard, to never let up, not for a moment. It was a tight thing, very close, a war of attrition, where the first one to get tired would be the first one to get the gold dildo in her butt. But Elnora has just a little bit more stamina than Red, and she could feel herself holding on, while Red was almost ready to drop to her knees, sensing it in that way all natural-born and well-trained fighters have when they size up an opponent.

It was time to end this.

*

Guess I should have taken my teacher's advice, and done more endurance training. My style's always been about fast, decisive strikes, using explosive bursts of power to catch my opponent and slam them down, where I can finish them off swiftly and be ready for the next challenger. Elnora, though, she's not just fast, and she's not just strong, and she's not just skilled - I'm all of that, and I've taken down plenty of fighters just as big as she is. What she is that I'm not, though...is enduring.

I made a mistake, lunging forward, trying to land a hard kick to Elnora's midsection, to make her double over for at least a moment, enough to let me get behind her and stuff the dildo right in her hot little pussy. Elnora was faster than I thought, and before I knew it, she'd caught hold of my black-furred ankle, and was flipping me right onto my back. I felt the dildo drop from my fingers, and I half-turned, reaching for it, trying to get it back so I'd still have control of the instant win it represented. That was my second mistake, and the one I didn't get a chance to recover from.

Next thing I knew, Elnora was on me, pinning me to the mat, then hauling me up, swinging me around on all-fours. Tucking me under one arm as she knelt on the mat, pinning my arms to my sides as she held me, my skinny red butt sticking out where she could get it easily, Elnora took her time, savoring the moment. She'd won, of course, and she intended to enjoy herself. I guess it served me right, though, after how I'd teased her like I had at the start, using psychology, seduction, and her own obviously pent-up state to dominate her before we'd even gotten serious about fighting. Already, she was handling my pink bits, tucking my tail up and pinning it under her arm along with the rest of me. Oh, I squirmed all right, I wriggled and I kicked, but it wasn't serious fighting anymore. No, I was beaten, and truth be told, I was going to enjoy losing at least as much as Elnora was going to enjoy winning. Elnora found this out pretty quick, because when she started to dig her strong fingers into my juicy little pink cunny, she found that I was already soaked.

"Little slut," she snarled, leaning in to run her muzzle over my poor pink parts. "All juicy and wet for me. You want this, don't you? Slutty little vixens like getting their fluffy tails hammered hard, don't they?"

All I could do was whimper, and that whimpering got a lot louder when Elnora started licking me, digging that big, smooth tongue of hers into my cunny, taking her time to savor my taste, making a lot of noise in the process as she slurped on my bits until they were tingling all over, my whole body tense and trembling. Honestly, she wasn't the only one who'd been pent up, not after my previous matches that night. I'd gone head-to-tail with an arctic vixen earlier, and my first match of the night had me putting a big grizzly girl in a submission hold until I could grab her pussy and work it until she tapped out, wailing again and again as she squirted all over the mat. Now it was my turn, and when Elnora's tongue hit my clit squarely on one of her long, slow licks, I couldn't hold back my cry of orgasm, my little black feet kicking as I gushed all over her muzzle, my doomed wails soon drowned out by the enthusiastic roars of the crowd.

There was a long beat, and I hung there in Elnora's grip, limp and panting hard. I could feel her doing something, moving her other hand to somewhere on the mat, but I couldn't muster the strength to turn my head and see it...at least until I heard what the crowd was shouting.

"Stick it in her, Elnora!"

"Yeah! Nail that foxy tail!"

"Give the vix what she deserves!"

Instantly, my eyes popped open wide, and I made myself turn around, gulping nervously as I saw Elnora holding up the dildo before her muzzle, grinning right at me when she saw me looking. There was no way I could hold back my whimper as she deliberately ran her tongue up that long, thick length of goldcock, making sure I saw every moment of her slow tease. I wriggled in her grip, but all that did was make the crowd go wild, as the Akita made sure to turn me so that everybody could see my heart-shaped treasure tail, the white patch around my rump that framed my pink pussy and tailhole. Even from the distance of the cheap seats, that white fur made my snug little slit stand out like a beacon, and the ones in the nearer parts of the seating could tell just how tight I really was.

"Put it in! Put it in! Put it in!"

They were chanting now, raising their fists high, even as Elnora did the same, lifting the dildo above her head, grinning around the arena in triumph. I was pensive, to say the least, and I couldn't resist looking up at her, trying my very best "sad puppy" look, clasping my black-furred hands like I was begging her for mercy. For a moment, it seemed like it might work, and Elnora's expression softened, just a little bit. Then she looked around at the crowd, their chanting faster now, more fervent, and her grin grew wide and toothy and hungry.

"Let's give this vixen what she deserves!" she yelled out, shifting her grip on the dildo, so that now she was holding it like a knife, point downward. "Take it all!" she snarled, and I couldn't hold back my loud squeal, louder even than the cheers and wild whistles from the crowd as she plunged that thick meaty thing right to the hilt in my tiny pink pussy!

"Oh!" I wailed as she started pumping that dildo, hard and fast. "Ooh! OOOOH!"

I was cumming already, my body jerking and bucking beneath her arm, while she kept working that brutally thick shaft, making me kick out my legs, my toes curling, my eyes rolling back into my head as flashes of light burst before my vision. Actually, that last was a good thing, since it meant I didn't have to watch the crowd cheering and hooting in enthusiasm at watching a teasing little vixy get her cunny stuffed nice and rough. The squelching and squishing of my sopping wet slit could be heard echoing around the big arena room, and in my ears at least, those noises were even louder than the many cries of high-pitched, girlish orgasm that big, strong Akitababe squeezed out of me, just like she was squeezing that big latex prick _into_me, over, and over, and over again.

Suddenly, with an audible 'pop,' Elnora yanked that big old thing out of me, leaving me feeling - and looking - as limp and spent as a wet dishrag. I just dangled in her grip, not trying to fight anymore. The match was over, wasn't it? I'd lost, and I'd been publically shamed in the most intensely hot bout I'd ever enjoyed. And I'd _loved_it!

So why didn't the ref come in to end things? What was that dirty-minded Akita scheming now...?

OOOOH!

*

So slick was the dildo with the vixen's juices, Elnora only had to put a little effort into her downward jab, as she plunged the big thing right into Red's defenseless little tailhole!

"Oh yeah!" she snarled in glee, shuddering a little herself, her inner thighs soaked at the frantic squealing and squirming of the vixen tucked under her arm. "No escaping it now, babe!" she taunted, starting to pump the big gold schlong vigorously, her hand slapping Red's cute little buns again and again with each thrust, until the white of her treasure tail started to look pink from the glow of the delicate skin beneath that silky soft fur. The ecstatic cries of the crowd were all around Elnora, working through her, making her tremble. The feeling was orgasmic. Actually, she was cumming, and cumming hard, just from the force of emotions flowing through her at her win, yowling like a wildcat, her voice mingling with Red's as the vixen wailed, kicking her legs feebly as she also came.

"Little," panted Elnora, having to take a breath to steady herself before she finished speaking. "Little tailslut!"

She twisted the dildo, and grinned a little wider at the moan this elicited from her hot little captive. Then, gritting her teeth, she lifted Red, moving her to both hands, and held the skinny vixen up high above her head. The crowd roared at the sight of Elnora, standing there like a pagan goddess accepting a sacrifice, while Red writhed in the Akita's powerful grip, squirming and jerking and spasming with ever-increasing force, riding the emotions given off by the cheering throng just as much as Elnora was. Truthfully, they were both cumming right then, Red's juices trickling down Elnora's arm, while Elnora's hips bucked, squirting right onto the mat between her feet.

Her win complete, Elnora brought Red down, lowering her to the mat, setting her there, face down, bottom high, tail flopped to one side to let everyone better see the shining dildo sticking out of the vixen's cute little butt. Elnora was panting, barely conscious herself, just like Red with her blissed-out expression as she lay where she'd been placed, her tongue lolling onto the mat.

"You fought good," Elnora growled in Red's ear as she stayed a moment by the side of her defeated opponent. "We've _got_to do this again sometime."

"You should meet my trainer," Red managed to get out in short, panting bursts, before she let her eyes close quietly. "He's even better."

"I'll take you up on that," Elnora chuckled, before rising to her feet, raising her hands above her head as the referee grabbed her wrist, finally calling the match over, and Elnora the victor.

Victory was sweet!

*

Oh yeah. Losing was definitely sweet.