Ultimate Showdown Dickgirls: Futanari vs. Shemale

I figured I'd take a break from writing smut with plenty of story, and just go for a nasty little fuck-fest. Hope you folks enjoy.

June crashed down against the mat. Her body ached and glistened with sweat as she gasped and groaned. Every joint throbbed in agony, and she already felt bruises and welts forming all over her form. She just couldn't go on anymore.

Her mind briefly flashed back to the reason she found herself in such circumstances. She had always been a proud woman--proud both of her mind and of her body. Her muscles were defined without being hideous. Her curves were soft, her bum was pert, and her breasts were an impressive double-D cup. Years of running track and even a few at hockey had honed her athletic nature to perfection.

With such beauty possessed within her, how could anyone dispute the superiority of the futanari? True, there were still some pure-genes about who struggled, but more and more they were being weeded out by the New Types, who whispered the names of the True Race amongst themselves. Yes, in fact, June was such a specimen. Just above her prominent mons nestled a tall, impressive member slightly over ten inches in length. It was somewhat skinny, as were all futanari dicks, but it lacked a foreskin to compensate which created a fat, mushroom-shaped tip. When fully aroused, June could go for hours, pumping out over a gallon of hyper-fertile sperm into the stretched hole of her rape-bitch.

But then there came the challengers. It was a harmless game show that had scouted her talent. June, working her way through college, was offered an incredible opportunity. By taking a semester or two off, she was guaranteed a large cash entry reward, and possibly a million-dollar reward. Not only that, but it was a grand chance to show the modern world once again the inherent superiority of her gender. She relished the opportunity to slam another nail into the coffin of 'equality'. As a social engineering major, she knew that soon her people would be the ones steering the world, until the lesser genders were phased out or reduced to mindless breeding stock.

And so, she had joined the futanari as teamleader of Team Python. It had been more than she could have ever dreamed of. The staff were generous, perhaps even subservient. Her team was composed of four other gorgeous futanari, and they shared her view. For two weeks, they trained hard during the day. During the night, they drilled and raped every hole of any dumb-cunt they could come across. She left behind at least a few children churning in the wombs of the drooling twats that had serviced her which even included a few of her fellow futanari.

Once the actual competition had started, it had all gone horribly wrong. The other team had hammered her down. Over and over, they had conquered her Pythons. Soon, as they had begun to lose the advanced rounds, her team members started to fall out. She was