"Ohh, very nice. Acquiring techniques by watching and copying the moves of a superior fighter is a very valuable strategy. However..."
In a flash, Chloe's world was twisted as colors seemed to bend together in a flurry of movement which somehow ended up with her lying on her back with her legs raised and her feet hooked underneath the redhead's armpits; completely exposing her weak spots while allowing her no chance to retaliate. Wendy began softly massaging her friend's inner thighs with long, drawn out movements that made her shudder with desire as she continued her explanation:
"...You should remember that an aggressive strategy will always be high risk and high reward. If you don't know exactly how to block your opponent's movements, then it's best to be defensive and focus on keeping yourself standing while attacking your adversary's erogenous zones, speaking of which..."
Wendy then lowered her head and allowed Chloe to feel her breathing on her womanhood's defenseless lips, eliciting a soft moan from her as the feeling of vulnerability and anticipation clouded her mind. Wendy continued:
"Futanari have a great amount of weak points to exploit. You should always be aware of all your options, such as the inner thigh..." Chloe then ran her palm through her friend's leg in methodical, circular movements that teased her most sensitive spots, causing Chloe to let out a soft gasp. The shy girl had never noticed just how sensitive her legs could be, but at that point, the sensation being ignited by Wendy's dexterous fingers seemed to extend beyond her thigh and into her stomach and pussy, causing her torso to shudder involuntarily.
"The penis is a symbol of dominance, so if you want to stimulate it and remain on the offence, you should focus on forceful movements" Chloe then suddenly began to vigorously pump her friend's shaft. In contrast with her previous, gentle motions, she was now launching a relentless assault that combined pleasure with a fare share of pain. Despite her building arousal, Chloe understood the meaning in her friend's words as she felt the sense of humiliation and submission that came with pain being inflicted on her cock: it was a complex mixture of indignation, resentment, but also slight masochism, as a small part of her desired the stimulus to continue even at the cost of her pride.
"The vagina is instead a symbol of submission. Many common strategies and approaches in Sexfighting are based around gaining clean access to this area, but I'm sure even you were aware of that." As she finished speaking, Wendy lowered her head and without hiding her eagerness, she allowed her tongue to finally explore her friend's Womanhood. The technique of an experienced fighter, mixed with the redhead's personal enthusiasm, quickly proved to be too much as Wendy's mouth went completely berserk on Chloe's pussy. She went as deep as possible, licked her labia, sucked the love nectar out, assaulted the clitoris with focused motions and soft bites and even managed to find and aggressively rubbed Chloe's G-spot like a hook. By the time the redhead fully came to her senses, she noticed a stream of cum dropping from her friend's phallus and into her stomach as Chloe was letting out her voice in desperate moans.
Quickly, Wendy got back to her feet, feeling a bit guilty as she looked at the shy girl contorting on the mat. Indeed, as much experience as a futanari might gather throughout many matches, at the end of the day Sexfighting was a battle of instinct just as much as it was one of strategy. Thus, it was practically impossible for two futanari engaged in combat to suppress their primal urges for sexual conquest, and they would often allow the dynamic of dominance and submission to dictate the pace of events.
Deciding to make things even, Wendy allowed Chloe some time to recuperate and then lay down on the mat. "Go on, since I gave you a briefing on regular ways to attack, it's only fair I give you a second shot to assault any part of my body you'd like."
Without uttering a word, Chloe crawled toward Wendy's prone figure and then, in a single motion, without hesitation she...
"!"
She took in Chloe's entire length into her mouth.
Bobbing her head like a piston, Chloe's lips made sloppy sounds as they dragged through her friend's throbbing shaft. Wendy was taken aback by her friend's approach, to say the very least:
"Didn't you hear me before? The penis is supposed to be *ah* dominated *ooh*"
Despite Wendy's words ringing true to her conventional Sexfighting knowledge, she also couldn't deny the effect that Chloe's blowjob was having on her. A blowjob was meant to be one of the ultimate symbols of submission; in some instances it was even common for a defeated futanari to perform a cleanup blowjob on the winner's cock. However, right then, Wendy felt her energy being sapped as the previously meek girl seemingly improved her technique on the act: her tongue focused on the sensitive areas of the head while she suckled right on the entrance of the urethra, practically begging the member for release.
Before long, Wendy began moaning, as she noticed that, despite everything, her pride was being affected by the stimulus on her dick, which was forcing her to let out her voice and was causing her arms and legs to lightly tremble. Eventually, just as quickly as the blowjob began, Chloe put an end to it and lifted her face; a stream of pre-cum and saliva extending from Wendy's mast in the process. The previously meek girl then took firm hold of the redhead's thighs, pulled them apart, and in the space between Wendy looked in disbelief as she saw that Chloe's fully erect length was massive. For the first time in a long while, probably since she had begun Sexfighting, Wendy felt fear underneath her opponent. Chloe lined up her cock with Wendy's entrance, but before she could move any further, the redhead retaliated almost on instinct, wrapping her legs around Chloe's neck and turning her body around to knock her down.
Then, with her feet, Wendy took hold of Chloe's monstrous member and massaged it, this time with full intention of making her cum. Though she would have hated to admit it, the redhead's pride was slightly hurt and it showed as her footjob was rough and violent: she stepped and pressed on her opponent's mast, punished her balls and used her toes to stimulate the head with quick movements. Before long, Chloe finally popped as a second, and this time quite substantial amount of seed released from her crotch and it seemed the struggle had taken a toll on her as she fainted after the orgasm.
Still a bit shook, Wendy looked down at her erect cock and gently rubbed her womanhood, perhaps wondering what could have been. Charlotte was also completely stunned at the scene and couldn't manage to get a word out. After a long pause, the redhead approached her passed down friend, patted her on the head and wondered, aloud:
"Where the hell did that come from?"
