Disclaimer:
This is smut, so I don't have to tell you that some of the behavior here is problematic when imitated in real life, but I will anyways coz some of y'all stupid. All characters are above the age of 18 and if you have a problem with some of the fetishes in the categories, please avoid reading this. Thank you.
Story:
It was on this day, perhaps at this very moment, that my college life changed drastically; for the best? for the worst? I'll let you decide.
It was another boring class that I had no desire to be in. Every minute felt like an hour. I sat at the back seat, looking vacantly at the professor writing strange numbers on the chalkboard, struggling to pay attention. My mind was distracted.
"Sorry I'm late" Irene said as she entered the class.
Her D-cups and peach shaped ass jiggled as her slender hourglass shaped figure catwalked it's way to the seat right in front of me, next to her boyfriend. She looked taller than she actually was.
Her tight blue jeans showed off her delicious thighs and perfect ass. An even tighter transparent lavender T-shirt barely concealed her white lacy lingerie as the former clung to her curves so tightly that it left nothing to the imagination. Every guy in college fantasized about fucking her all night but I had other fantasies.
Despite being the bombshell of a babe that she was, not many people liked to cross her path. She was easily one of the most popular girls in the college and she took full advantage of that. She always got her way, there was always a long line of "alphas-males" who thought they had a shot with her. She used them to do her biddinng. They bullied everyone else to give her what she wants. She rewarded some of them with a pity handjob or a kiss, but if she ever encountered an ugly man, a man with a small dick or a man who came too quickly, she humiliated him publicly and made sure that no woman would go anywhere near such a man if she had any desire to not be a social outcast. She was a ruthless tyrant! Loud and proud with a short temper! A rose with thorns that could puncture through even a bear's skin.
I was wide awake now!
I fantasized about sexfighting her in the college combat sports gym one day. That's where they have a boxing ring.
This rather peculiar interest began when I was around 13.
I used to stay locked up in the basement and play video games all day. One day, I was introduced to Tekken. Apart from being an excellent fighting game, it had other things that fascinating me, things that would shape my taste in women and become the bastion of my sexuality in the years to come.
For some reason, the sexy female character always moaned when they were hit. That aroused me like crazy. It led me down a rabbit hole and into the world of "sexfighting" and "erotic-fights" where men and women faced off against each other in a struggle for physical and sexual supremacy. The one who cums first or gets the least number of points loses.
So naturally, everytime I was attracted to a girl, I fantasized about sexfighting her. It was the best thing ever! It aroused me like nothing else and made me cum buckets compared to regular porn. It was beautiful.
But this fetish came with a cost. I could never truly be myself with any woman I dated. All the relationships I had felt shallow and superficial because I realised that I was more happy with the idealized, fetishized version of my partner than her true self. So after a point, I stopped dating altogether and found solace in my fantasies.
As you may have guessed, this fantasy is what usually distracts me during class and surprise! surprise! I'm a virgin!
After what seemed like an hour, the class ended and everyone started to leave the class one by one. Why one by one? Because our professor is crazy that's why.
A few students waited for their friends outside class, next to the stairwell and headed home from there after gossiping for a while.
"Yo, did you see what they did to Dr. Soldier?" My friend Ramesh came up to me and showed me an article on his phone.
"Ayo wtf!" I was genuinely surprised.
"They made Dr. Soldier a woman in the next series? Are they crazy?"
"What's wrong with Dr. Soldier being a woman?" came an angry voice from behind me.
"Well it's-" I stopped as soon as I realized whose voice it was. "Irene? Hi, I-I didn't know you watched Dr. Soldier"
It was her! The hot popular girl whom I so disrespectfully described at the start of this story as if she was simply an object of my desire and not a real person!
"No! I don't watch nerd shit! What's wrong with the character being a woman?" she gave me a death stare that made me really uncomfortable. I could see exactly where she was going with this.
"It's not like that... I mean... Dr. Soldier is a strong muscular character, a sort of macho man. It wouldn't make sense to cast a woman coz women are not as strong as men, at least most men"
"What the fuck did you just say? You sexist pig! I'm gonna kick your scrawny ass right here!"
Ramesh did the smart thing and slipped away from the drama. He was always smart like that.
"I meant in general, not all men are stronger than all women, physically, but there are many exceptions, I didn't mean it in a condescending way, it's just that-"
"Shut the fuck up you misoginyst!" she interrupted "You know what? I'll prove it to you right here and now that women are stronger! Best of three! Wrestling! Let's go!"
Before I said or did anything... I had to pause to take in this moment! Was this really happening to me? Could this be happening? Will my unrealistic fantasy finally become a reality? Will I finally have my first erotic fight?
Holy shit! I covered my pants with my bagpack to hide my raging boner.