Ultimate Showdown Dickgirls: Futanari vs. Shemale

Story by Harem

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 embarrassed at the way her dick had throbbed as her teammates were forced down and raped before her, as well as a two-hundred member audience. Four times she had been forced to watch it done to her team, and only once--thanks to her own performance, her mind echoed--to the other team. Until it had all come down to this.

She had lost.

The leader of the opposing team was a hulking amazon butch named Sadie at birth, but she was unofficially named Sadist behind her back. She took an orgasmic joy in smashing down the Pythons under the weight of her Anacondas. She was much more muscular than June, but still retained her feminine shape. Still, her breasts, only a B cup, were tiny compared to the rest of her body. The first time June had seen Sadie, she was afraid her eyes might pop out of her head when she spied the size of the bulge Sadie sported through her yellow team leotard.

Back to the present, June grunted as a towering form stood over her, blocking the light from overhead. She whimpered, knowing what was coming. June knew how pathetic she looked, but could only whimper and curl up into a fetal position. Tears welled in her eyes, and drool leaked from the corner of her mouth.

"You lost, bitch," the giant spoke over the deafening sounds of a roaring audience. Sadie's voice was positively dripping with glee as she stared down at the pretty girl at her feet. It had never really been in contention--she had systematically dismantled the proud futa-bitch over the course of the physical match. The fact that she had done it in front of a two-hundred member live audience, national television, and in front of the platnium blonde-haired twat's own family had been icing on the cake.

Without ceremony, she reached down and took a handful of the beautiful bimbo hair and jerked June up. She gave the red team leader's face a rough smack--eliciting another cheer from the audience--before spinning June around and jerking the bitch to the front of Sadie's own body. For her p

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