FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The locker room smelled strongly of sweat. That in itself was nothing unusual. Depending on who you asked, wrestlers either worked hard or they didn't work at all, but fighting - even if most of it was acting - under stage lights was a sweaty endeavor. The two women getting ready for the night's first show were already sweaty, however. It was by choice, something of an evil one. The mare and the dragon had been exercising, making their bodies glisten and their ass cracks swampy. Their smells were ripe, reflecting their sweaty state.

"That skinny little nerd ain't gonna know what hit 'em," said the mare. Mavis Friar, Mad Mavis in the ring, an unexpectedly popular cross between cowgirl and train-robbing bandit. A sweet farm girl at heart, Mavis relished the chance to be a rude, crude heel in the ring, and her success spoke for itself.

Indigo the dragoness had no theme, and she didn't need one. She was the reigning champion and her trademark was a move which wasn't her invention, but still a spectacular sight: the Stinkface. It was something Mavis had adopted as well, and Indigo hardly minded. With her fat ass and rowdy attitude, Mavis was perfect for the finisher, and moreover, Indigo loved having the horse as a partner. Tonight was just one of dozens of matches they were booked for as a team.

"Which one you gonna smother?" the dragon asked, smirking.

A stage hand, a twenty-something ram with a crush on Mavis, popped his head into the room. "Almost time."

"Thanks, sugar," Mavis drawled, then blew him a kiss. The ram left with a blush and a grin. Mavis was only half-dressed, her large tits hanging out of the dark vest she wore as part of her costume. "Heck, think I just about made him spooge in his shorts."

The dragon laughed. She helped Mavis tie on her bandanna, then said, "I think I'm gonna go after that foxcoon. You can have Xiao for once."

Mavis giggled. She cinched up her vest just enough to cover the gray circles of her nipples. Her massive, sweaty cleavage remained for the crowd to gawk at. "You can have him. Weird goddamn fox, always tryin' to lick my butthole."

Indigo snickered at the thought. She snugged up the bandanna's knot, then leaned around Mavis and looked at her in the mirror. "There! You look great."

"Sure do," Mavis agreed, studying her masked face and adjusting her breasts. "Su-u-ure do."

The dragon smacked a friendly kiss on Mavis' cheek and straightened up. Her own outfit had been ready to go since exercise: sports bra and thong in matching pink, standing out sharply on her royal blue hide. "Those two dorks aren't gonna stand a chance."

The ram peeked in again. "Hey, it's time now."

Mavis stood and the two followed after him. The mare snickered, "I don't think they wanna win."

Xiao and Desmond walked to the ring from the male locker room. Xiao regretted ever recruiting the fox to wrestle alongside him. The foxcoon was sweet, cheerful, had a nice butt and knew Mavis personally, but he seemed to think the whole thing was a joke.

"I seen yer fights," Desmond had said. "Ya just fall down and then she sits on yer face. Well shit, I can get sat on."

No amount of elucidation on Xiao's part could change Desmond's mind. He told the foxcoon about busted ribs, black eyes, a broken nose he once suffered - all of this from Indigo alone. But the fox remained convinced that it was all for show.

"Don't ya worry," Desmond had assured Xiao with a smooch on the cheek, "I can fake bein' hit."

In the minutes leading up to the match, Xiao had become so irritated by Desmond's carelessness that he dropped the subject altogether, and he secretly hoped that the fox would get some sense beaten into him by Indigo.

Once up in the ring and under the stage lights, Desmond began to feel a bit of stage fright. To Xiao and the women, he looked like a rodent getting ready to scurry out of sight, and again Xiao wished he hadn't picked Desmond as a partner. But Xiao had no other choices; he was as low as anybody could be in the league and nobody worth a damn would fight alongside him.

"Ready to get creamed, nerds?" Indigo asked, grinning savagely, showing her teeth. "Cute fox, I'm gonna flatten his muzzle out."

Desmond nudged up to Xiao. The ocelot pushed him back and hissed, "Don't wimp out now. I can't take them both."

"I heard that," Mavis said, grinning. The din of the crowd drowned out their words except to each other. "Ya can't take one of us."

"Shut up," Xiao grumbled.

The referee tonight was a tall rat, middle-aged and tired-looking. Into the mic he said, "Tonight's match: reigning champion Indigo and Mad Mavis, versu-u-us... Xiao! And Desmond!"

The crowd cheered for Indigo, booed for Mavis the heel; cheered with underdog love for Xiao and gave no reaction at all to the unknown foxcoon.

"Keep it clean! Fight!"

The bell rang and the two women closed in on their opponents. Xiao moved in on Mavis, ducked one of her wild farmgirl swings and got a good set of hits in on her belly. As Mavis and Xiao just started to tussle, Indigo threw herself at Desmond, twisting as she rose off the mat. Her ass collided with the dumbstruck fox's chest and he flew back, crashing into the mat and landing seated against the ropes.

Desmond, dazed and with a splotch of sweat on his chest now, pulled himself up to shaky feet. He held up a paw as if to ward off Indigo but the dragon descended on him in a flurry of punches, pummeling him all over the face and gut like she intended to liquefy him. He fell back against the turnbuckle and the referee stepped in before Indigo could land too many more blows. He backed the dragon up and checked to see that Desmond was conscious enough to fight.

For his part of the tag team, Xiao was doing better than he tended to. Mavis was landing good hits; his gut was bruised and he was going to have a hell of a shiner the next day, but he had worked the mare over pretty well. Punching her in the tits seemed like dirty fighting but he did it anyway, and the referee seemed more interested in keeping the inexperienced Desmond from getting a concussion.

The audience alternated between laughing at Desmond's humiliation and cheering as Xiao gave the lawbreaking mare her licks.

As Xiao held his own, Desmond was Indigo's bitch. The dragoness was enjoying herself, showboating, gloating over her utter domination. She held still, arms open and raised, inviting the redneck sissy to take his best shot. Desmond stumbled towards her and threw a pitiful punch. It connected just beneath her breasts.

"Nothing but a wimp," Indigo cackled, and snatched the fox up. She was bigger than he, and monstrously strong; she hoisted him above her head and spun him like pizza dough. After she dropped him to the mat, she lazily draped herself over him, started to pin him. In doing so she very purposefully shoved her armpit into his face. He whined and squirmed, but was helpless under her.

The ocelot was still trading blows with Mavis. The mare was just starting to get the upper hand when Xiao saw Desmond was already on the mat. He dived for Indigo and yanked her away. It took all of his strength to dislodge the dragon, and for the first time in the match she shouted in anger. It was, in fact, the first time Xiao had ever elicited anything but smug superiority from Indigo and it actually frightened him.

"That's it, you losers are done," the dragon warned. She grabbed Xiao and shoved him back into Mavis, and the mare took hold of him in a headlock. Xiao gasped and bucked, prying at the mare's squeezing arms, kicking her legs.

Indigo, huffing, looked back at her target. Desmond was just hauling himself up to his feet. He was flagging badly, looking around in what seemed to be confusion. There was nothing left there to fight but the dragon was angry. That little shit Xiao had managed to piss her off after all these years of throwing himself at her in the ring. Desmond was going to be her example now.

She grabbed the fox and brought her knee up into his gut, his groin, his gut again, and then she slammed him against the turnbuckle. His gagging and sputtering was drowned out by the din of the crowd: Stinkface! Stinkface! Stinkface!

Finally Indigo grinned again. They knew her, they knew her show. She looked over to see Mavis smashing Xiao's semi-conscious form against the opposite turnbuckle. Not planned, but damn near perfect. They'd be talking about this one for months.

The dragoness stepped over Desmond; the mare stepped over Xiao. Tails high, asses sweaty and ripe with earthy musk, they smashed their asses into the dazed and beaten faces of their opponents. Xiao had enough strength to push against Mavis' wide tan ass; Desmond only hung limp as if dead, but he was conscious, very much so. Both fox and ocelot were acutely aware of the anuses their noses were rubbing against, the stink of sweat and body odor, the rich, rank fog of musk that hung on both physically flawless women.

Merely grinding against their faces was not enough, not by a long shot. Almost in synchronization, Indigo and Mavis started to smear their asses on the boys' faces, grinding and bouncing, covering their snouts in deep, vulgar musk, soaking them with sweat.

The audience was delirious. One Stinkface was enough to make their night, but two at the same time? It was legendary. For years to come, Indigo would talk about it as one of her finest moments and she and Mavis made it a specialty to both smother their opponents in sweaty ass simultaneously from then on.

"How do you like it, you stupid fox?" Indigo cackled, mashing her ass back, bumping his head against the turnbuckle. Her asshole winked and smooched his muzzle through the dangerously thin and narrow fabric of her thong. "Breathe it in, loser!"

On the other side of the ring, Xiao was grunting, whining under Mavis' tremendous ass. Her anus was large and plump and the shape it made in her shorts - which resembled ragged denim shorts, but were made of breathable fabric - was a crater which Xiao's nose was forced into. The stench of her potent equine musk filled his head with its usual, familiar stink. He liked it and he hated it, and the ambivalence was always strongest when it happened during a match.

Finally Indigo yanked her ass off of Desmond's face, or so she tried to do. The fox's muzzle was wedged into her crack. She wriggled free, tugged at her thong, and when Desmond's muzzle popped loose and he slumped against the turnbuckle, the audience erupted into raucous cheers. Even Mavis, the villainous character she was, got a cheer when she too yanked her ass off of her stupefied opponent.

The rat briefly perused the two panting, barely-conscious men and summarily appointed Indigo and Mavis the winners. The pair drank in the cheers, posing, grinning. Under the roar of the crowd, Indigo said to the horse, "I could feel your fox snorting me, what a weirdo."

Mavis snickered. "Xiao ain't no better, ya know."

The tall dragon glanced at Xiao, then at Desmond. "Whatever," she said. "A dork is still a dork. Let's go celebrate!"