*ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF 18. ANY SIMILARITIES WITH REAL LIFE INDIVIDUALS ARE PURE COINCIDENCE AND NOT INTENTIONAL.*
The world of futanari is inhabited by hermaphrodites that possess both male and female reproductive organs. Futanari have prodigious sex drive, yet they are incapable of conceiving a child through intercourse unless specific conditions are met. Therefore, copulation plays a very unique role within the culture of futanari, as its relevance is not limited to the mere purpose of reproduction. In an environment where sexual urges are at their peak and any individual can potentially act out the role of the dominant or the submissive, of the top or bottom, sex became a ritual to clearly define the status of each person within the social hierarchy and it evolved throughout history as a sort of competitive sport. Physically and sexually dominant futanari tend to be looked up to, sometimes to the point of being celebrities, and assume the position of leaders in social circles, while weak and docile futanari tend to be seen as inferior and are often treated with disdain.
Chloe was one of such "weak" futanari. Throughout her life, Chloe had felt a level of distaste toward sexual activities that was quite unusual. While she saw her friends looking up to Sexfighters and eagerly awaiting their chance to grow up and participate in official matches, she instead decided to abstain and did not indulge in her primal desires for power and sexual conquest at all. Naturally, futanari that refuse to take part in competition after their coming-of-age are immediately labeled as "cowards" and default toward the bottom of the social structure. Luckily, all sexual acts require the full consent of both parties; so while Chloe was not particularly popular or respected, she was also not forced to enter a world that she hated. Indeed, Chloe didn't really mind her unremarkable position among her peers, especially because, in her mind, all she needed was the company of her friend and childhood crush, Wendy.
Contrary to Chloe, Wendy was an energetic and spirited futanari with a vigorous attitude and passionate eyes. Unlike her friend, Wendy was practically a sexual prodigy: she was relatively tall at 1.73m and had an incredible, athletic figure with large yet firm C cup breasts, thick thighs, long legs, voluptuous butt, smooth skin (with some cute freckles on her arms and face) and a beautiful mane of curly orange hair that fell from her head and just below her ample waist like a fiery waterfall. Wendy also possessed an obscenely large and bulky rod that she was fiercely proud of and would immediately begin using right after starting her awaited first year of college as she participated in plenty of sexual competitions from which she would always come out (quite literally) on top. As a result, Wendy was very popular and had also amassed a large group of followers: futanari tend to instinctively act subservient to whoever is capable of dominating them, which is thought to be a biological impulse for survival.
Despite their many differences, the two friends had been close since childhood and they understood and respected each other's viewpoints. Though, even being friends with a respected futa like Wendy did not spare Chloe from the harassment of others that would frequently bother and intimidate her due to her low social standing. Thus, the redhead would often be compelled to challenge these aggressive futanari to a formal Sexfight in order to protect her companion. Sexfights would commonly be scheduled in slots and held in specific venues where an audience would usually gather along with the mandatory group of officials and witnesses. Though she hated the idea of being a burden to her friend, something always pushed Chloe to attend and view the fights in person; and right then, like many other times, she awaited expectantly in the front row to see the only spectacle in the world that would cause her crotch to tingle and her chest to heat up.
This time Wendy's opponent was Tiffany, an arrogant, pampered member of the so called "Sexual Elite." The social advantages of Sexfighting made it so well-off families would sometimes explicitly try to breed children with "Alpha" genetics and Tiffany's body was a result of that: despite being slightly smaller than Wendy at 1.68m she had a profoundly marked hourglass figure with very large D cups breasts and a huge butt, she was also quite athletic as a result of training and had lean, muscular arms and legs along with defined abs and her blonde hair was neatly arranged in a haircut that didn't go past her neck. As Tiffany got into the mat, her huge breasts bouncing with each step, Chloe stared at her with rage as she remembered how the spoiled brat had leveraged her wealth and influence to the point of threatening her family and even Wendy herself. Then, Chloe swallowed her breath when the blonde lady took off her towel and revealed a prominent member that didn't lose to her friend's in terms of length or girth; as a matter of fact, it might have even been slightly bigger.
The rules of a Sexfight were straight forward: grappling was allowed but striking and excessive violence were banned; both participants would attempt to sexually dominate each other and the fight would only end when one fighter cried submission or was knocked out due to sexual ecstasy. Due to the incredibly high sex drive of futanari, fights could end very quickly if there was a large disparity in skill.
As Tiffany and Wendy met at the center of the mat, their breasts and rods pressing firmly against each other, the pampered lady cracked a smile:
"I'll never understand why you decided to adopt that neutered Beta and go to these lengths for her. But I certainly wasn't going to turn down the opportunity to prove my superiority against an overrated slut. I've heard so~ many things about you, like the fact that you won all of your fights, that you don't force your subs to do anything for you and that... and this is just a rumor... but I've heard that you're even a virgin down there."
Wendy's eyes lit up with anger at her opponent's remarks:
"Cut the chitchat you spoiled bitch. It seems like you know a lot about me indeed, almost as if you bothered my friend just to get a chance to be on my radar. You're not the first pompous whore to do that and you're certainly not the last I'll dominate."
The rich girl's smirk only widened:
"Hit a nerve did I? Please don't tell me you're saving yourself for... someone. If that's the case I'm terribly sorry, because I'm about to break you in and I'll make it so that nothing can stuff you down there except my big, throbbing..."