Dominanta, First Round (Monthly tale - 55)

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The dark corners of virtual oceans, placed buried in the tangled net of webpages, but not the ones for discussing crime and atrocity, no. These corners are for those that seek willing pleasure and oddity, and are just far enough from the public to be popular but not known.

If you dwell in such places you almost certainly have been to that forum, the one for Good Garls, and if you lurk amongst that collection of threads for long enough you will sooner rather than later discover that there exists a certain enthusiastic following for one of the wickedest forms that lewd lust can take…

Sports.

Even people that enjoy transformation have enthusiasm for healthy competition.

If you went to the most active thread in the least active section for the forum, a thread full of broken and dead links, the last one will work. You click on it and it automatically opens a video in a blank browser page, a live stream that will be gone as soon as it’s over.

It opens powerfully, strong and loud…!

Dominanta, Tournament of Will!

When the logo fades away a free moving camera gracefully rotates above a ring area, a battle arena, an ample sized octagonal space with padded floors and padded  walls. Everything in pristine pure white, with a few sparse black lines, markings and delineations of some kind that are certainly important for the rules. The ring doesn’t seem to have any access or exit doors.

An enthusiastic voice begins to speak, a deep but soft male voice. The man sounds old, sorta… coachy, but still strong, confident of his words, a chubby approachable fella.

Mad J. Earl: Monday, Monday, Monday! Welcome back to Dominanat, ladies, gentlemen and non-binary folks! There’s a packed and heated tournament in front of us, people, but before the main event starts two ladies are gonna settle their differences in the ring with a classical Grudge Match! Dakota, are you as excited as I am for the first fight of the day?

Mad’s open spiel is followed by a giggle. The second commentator has a girly voice, young, zappy and shrill in contrast with her partner, an obvious mean streak clear below her friendly tone. You are pretty sure that the woman known as Dakota has pigtails and you aren’t wrong.

Dakota Trazza: 100% excited, Mad! Horny even, you know I’m libido driven and there’s few things hotter than a Grudge Match! I can’t wait for it to start!

Mad chuckles.

Mad J. Earl: You are as lively as usual, Dakota… but please, if possible, show some restraint and don’t start to finger yourself like you did during the last stream!

Dakota Trazza: I categorically can’t promise that, grandpa! Let's move onto the presentation of our begrudging challengers already! Wearing the red underwear we have bookstore wine mom Vera Sebastos!

While the camera continues its showcase of the arena, in the middle of the screen a display with Vera’s information and statistics appears. On the left side was a big profile picture of Vera’s face, a long faced, long nosed, long necked white woman with thin auburn hair tied up in a ponytail, the background of the screen is full of bookshelves, she’s wearing a fluffy sweater and has a big smile on her face. Vera is clearly hugging someone that has been cropped out of the frame. In the middle of the screen you can read her information:

Vera Sebastos

Age: 36 Occupation: bookstore owner Status: married, one daughter

Height: 184,96 cm Weight and stature: slim Track record: 2 victories, 0 TFs

The last display is on the right side of the screen, a full body shot of Vera, her full body and fully naked. She stands nude and stiff, with a blank expression, the display slowly spins exposing every corner of her dignity. Tall, skinny, long limbed, hefty sized breasts with large areola and thick nipples, a sorta flat ass, an ample pubic bush in her crotch surrounds her wrinkly vagina.

Mad J. Earl: And in the silver underwear the musician Zephery!

The display changes to show the next challenger. Zephery’s profile picture seems to have been taken from the web and looks like an album cover. She’s a young brown skinned woman, wearing a hoodie, a cap and a ton of chains around her neck. She's squatting and looking down with a smug expression, arms crossed over her chest, making the horns gesture with both hands.

Her information:

Zephery (Theresa Douglas)

Age: 23 Occupation: rap singer Status: single, no offspring

Height: 151,02 cm Weight and stature: plump Track record: 3 victories, 3 TFs

In her body display she has a smug smirk as the goods of her naked body are shown to everybody. Her hair is long and black, with a single long dreadlock dyed flashy green and pink hanging from her forehead. Short and thick, with a big rear and hips, her boobs match her ass in size, her dark areolas were large too, but her nipples were inverted, she has a shaved crotch and puffy vagina.

Zephery profile pic and information goes away, her body display remains and Vera’s full exposure comes back to the screen. The displays are enlarged and move so they are next to each other, their nudity set in confrontation.

Dakota Trazza: Rapper, she’s a rapper.

Mad J. Earl: What’s the difference, she makes music doesn’t she?

Dakota Trazza: Well… yeah, eh… To be honest, I’ve never listened to any of her songs, but if she sings as well as she fights they must be pretty good. If I were a betting woman, and I am, I would bet on Zephery tonight.

Mad J. Earl: Zephery certainly has the bulk and impetus in this match up.

Dakota Trazza: Not only that, she has the will of a warrior! Pure fighting fibre! She asked this morning if she could participate in her next tournament match after she wins this grudge match.

Mad J. Earl: That would be against the rules, one match per person per session.

Dakota Trazza: I know, I know, but it’s the intention that counts, she isn’t here for thrills and cash like Vera, she wants to fight and that means Vera will likely end up as a boar in the pigsty today.

Mad J. Earl: Does Zephery plan to go through the back door?

Dakota Trazza: Yup, she wants to turn Vera into both a pig and a male to pair her up with her sow partner.

Mad J. Earl: Hmmm… Maybe a refreshment of the build up to this fight is good for the public. You see, folks, the grudge between these two women is quite personal. Vera Sebastos joined Dominanta, convinced to join by her friend Ginne Ronald, the two owned a bookstore together and wanted some adventure and spice in their lives, as do many of our warrior ladies. They participated as a team in the pairs category and had a good track record, but after an incident in the locker room Ginne challenged Zephery to a tournament match and she lost.

A short audioless video of the locker room is shown on screen. Vera is holding a large naked blonde woman from behind, Zephery is walking away from them, laughing hard while flipping a finger right in front of the blonde woman's face.

The video is followed by Ginne’s info. In her body display she’s shown to have been a rather big voluptuous woman, with generous breasts, belly and ass. Blonde curls on her head and on her crotch, fuzzy eyebrows and a soft smile on her round face.

Ginne Ronald

Age: 39 Occupation: DEFEATED, TFeed Former Status: married, mother of three

Former Status: transformed into a common sow, sent to a breeding farm

Where her profile picture should have been instead of the woman there’s a photo of an enormous black sow. The fat farm beast is lazily lying down, sleeping in the mud, two rows of bloated pink teats contrasting with her black fur.

Mad J. Earl: As you know, if the penetration is performed via the anus the transformation it triggers will be both of species and sex.

Dakota Trazza: Zephery just wants to get the two buddies back together, ain't that cute?

Mad J. Earl: I wouldn’t dismiss Vera so quickly, Dakota, she doesn’t seem like a meek woman and her track record is every bit as good as Zephery.

Dakota Trazza: Mad, please, it was the sow that won her matches, she walked, still human, out of two pairs fights with zero TFeeds in her record. You are too kind, she has no chance.

Mad J. Earl: That remains to be seen, motivation can give her the edge if she keeps her head cool Zephery may be the one transformed into a… *checks notes* Oh, a sea lion? That’s quite unique.

Dakota Trazza: *giggle* Vera said that at the very least as a seal Zephery would be entertaining, she plans to send her to an aquarium. It would be an amazing metamorphosis to witness, quite unique for sure, but I still think Vera is going to be the one oinking.

Mad J. Earl: You don’t declare a winner until the match is over.

Dakota Trazza: We will see soon, but, in the improbable event of Vera’s victory we have a couple of marine biologists aiding our usual arena veterinarian staff…!

The long corridor leading to the challengers entrance to the arena was ample, long and shadowy. At its end, behind the closed door hidden in the padded walls of the ring, Vera and Zephery wait.

Barefoot and wearing only their fighting bikinis.

Vera’s was on the left side of the corridor, her bikini was red, she was tying up her hair into a ponytail Zephery’s was on the right side, her bikini was silver, she had her arms crossed and was tapping the floor with her foot. On the floor there was a line that went down the middle of the corridor, the only thing separating the two women as they waited.

A tense silence only broken by Zephery’s chuckle.

“It’s unbelievable that they don’t allow you to compete more than once per day, I could totally have won a real fight after dealing with you, ehhh…” she shrugged. “Well, thanks for wasting my time, pig, but I’m not missing out on my chance of sending you to the mud.”

Vera didn’t answer, she lowered her arms and presented a serious expression.

Zephery leaned towards her.

“Cat got your tongue piggy? Are you are still upsetty spaghetti I turned your pal into a sow? You shouldn’t, you will soon be together with her again. Didn’t you hear how she squealed while transforming, she clearly enjoyed becoming bacon. When you are a male pig, the new boar in the sty fucking the fattest sow, will the sow still wonder about how much better I was than you at sex or will you at least manage to beat me at pleasuring her fat ass?”

Vera trembled slightly.

“I’m transforming you into a sea lion,” she said calmly, still looking towards the entrance to the arena. “You will end up in an aquarium, I’ll come to visit, with my daughter and Ginne’s kids and they will throw raw fish to you to eat and we will have a wonderful day.”

Zephery laughed heartily,  putting  both hands over her chest.

“What a touching fantasy! And I suppose I will clap happily while munching the fish?” she clapped. “Okk! Okk! Okk! Come to think of it… have you even told her kids they are the sons of a sow?”

That finally did the trick, with rage across her face Vera confronted Zephery, stepping over the line separating them. Zephery took a step back, with a wide smile on her face, the fight might have started right then and there if it wasn’t for the door to the arena beginning to open.

Bright light illuminated the corridor, Zephery began to move towards it, walking backwards, flipping a finger to Vera, then two, until she entered the arena, spun round and raised her arms to the crowd.

Vera followed her with her fists tightly clenched.

Once both challengers were in the arena the door closed behind them and vanished as if it didn’t exist. The applause and cheers of the audience echoed through hidden speakers.

The referee lady was already in the centre of the arena. A tall woman with an hourglass figure, gigantic tits and a mane of luxurious platinum hair. Her arms crossed behind her back, she was wearing the classic black & white striped referee shirt and a whistle around her neck, which wouldn’t have been at all unusual… if you didn’t consider that the shirt and just the shirt was the only item of clothing she was wearing or that black blindfold covering her eyes that didn’t seem to impair her sight in any way.

“Please,” she asked in an authoritative tone. “Get to your positions, challengers.”

Zephery and Vera both did as they were told and walked to the two circles in the middle of the arena, one to each side of where the referee stood. When they stepped into the circles they changed colour to match the underwear they were wearing.

Red and silver.

The fighters stood in their circles, one facing the other, giving impatient glances and taking last minute stretches.

“I want a clean fight,” continued the referee. “Hair pulling, scratching, kicks, punches… Keep them to a  minimum, this is a Dominanta match, the goal here is to dominate, to wrestle and to pleasure your opponent. Understood?”

“Yes,” answered Vera.

Zephery just half tilted her head.

The referee pointed at the rap singer.

“I want an answer, you understand the rules?”

Zephery rolled her eyes.

“Yes, yes I do.”

The referee nodded.

“If I see either of you trying to scratch your opponents eyes or something I will transform the rule breaker myself! In this fight one of you may very likely end up losing their humanity permanently, having to live as the beast chosen by their rivals for the rest of their lives, do you understand that as well?”

Vera and Zephery answer at the same time.

“Yes.”

“Then let the best warrior remain human! Get ready and start when the bell rings.”

After finishing her explanation the referee walked to her corner of the arena.

Those last seconds felt eternal, they stared at each other, Vera frowning, Zephery smiling…

Breath was held.

Then the bell rings.

The chime still echoed in Vera’s ears when Zephery leapt like a predator. She grabbed Vera by the waist and threw her to the floor using the full advantage of her bulk. The public roared with excited enthusiasm through the invisible speakers.

Mad J. Earl: UHHHHHHHHHH!

Dakota Trazza: There it is! That’s the will I was talking about! This is gonna be over very quickly!

“I got you, piggy!” Zephery gloated above Vera.

The wrestling was intense from the very first minute, the bodies of the two women rubbing together as their hands went in search of grappling spots. After hitting the floor Vera reacted as quickly as she could, but Zephery had the advantage and wasn’t going to let it go so easily, not even after the wine mom squeezed her buttocks.

They were locked in place for a few sensual seconds until Vera managed to slide away by putting her feet on Zephery’s belly and pushing her away. When Zephery fell back she was standing, gasping, radiant and had Vera’s red bra in her hand.

Zephery threw the bra to the floor.

The crowd and Dakota cheered.

Mad J. Earl: And the first piece of underwear is off in less than one minute!

Vera looked down at her naked chest and groaned, she began to get up, but Zephery didn’t give her the chance.

“Not so quick!”

With that shout Zephery jumped forward and reached the defenceless wine mom as she was still crawling along. The rap singer landed on Vera, the pair rolled across the floor. Zephery ended up with her back against the floor and Vera’s back against her breasts, but she wasn’t at a disadvantage, she was holding her rival, one arm around her opponent’s neck, both of her legs clasped around her waist.

Vera could barely move.

“Make it easy on yourself,” grunted Zephery. “Don’t get up, you belong down on all fours!”

“Fuck off! IIIIIIAGH!”

Vera tried to push the arm around her neck away, but she couldn’t make it flinch, she shook her whole body like a fish trapped in a net in an attempt to liberate herself, but Zephery remained an immovable object.

Zephery’s free hand reached for Vera’s crotch, Vera felt the pull in her ass.

Looking up Vera saw her red panties dangling from Zephery’s raised fist.

The referee blows her whistle, raising an open palm.

“NAKED!” she shouted moving away from her corner.

An ovation once again bursts from the speakers.

Zephery tossed Vera away and got up. She lifted both arms triumphantly, laughing hard, showing off the trophy panties to the eager crowd beyond the walls of the ring, she took a long sniff of the underwear before discarding it. Behind her the completely nude Vera coughed, she was on her knees, holding her sides with her forehead against the floor.

“Advantage for silver!” declared the referee. “Challengers, go back to your starting positions if you wish to continue!”

Zephery went back to her circle, making little happy hops, exultant and full of energy.

“You can still leave and live in shame as a woman, piggy!” she told Vera.

Dakota Trazza: Mad, now I hate we didn’t bet on this match, because it would have been the easiest win of my life!

“Red,” the referee asked the wine mom. “Do you wish to continue or do you surrender?”

With some effort Vera stood up.

“C-Continue…” she mumbled, dragging her feet back into her circle.

The crowd didn’t cheer for her.

The referee acknowledged her decision, lifted her palm again and moved her whistle closer to her lips.

“At the count of three! One…! Two…! Three!”

Her palm goes down, the whistle is blown.

Just like in the previous round Zephery was the first to act. The rap singer charged forward at full speed, so fast Vera barely had time to put her arms up in front of her face before being tackled by her rival. Using the inertia of the charge Zephery fit two fingers right inside the wine mom’s vagina.

The floor met them again. Vera was pinned down by one of Zephery’s hands that was pressing against her face. She groaned, she moaned, she shook trying to escape as her body heated up. Zephery masturbated her pussy, her two fingers wiggling inside her wet insides, her thumb rubbing her clit, her tongue licking her chest, teeth toying with her hard nipples.

“Lefmeeeggggoooooo!” she cried.

Zephery chuckled, powerful, cruel.

Dominant.

She twisted both her fingers with wicked precision.

“Gaggagagaaaaaaaah!” Vera gurgled without control.

The wine mom kicked the air with impotently trembling legs.

The rap singer licked upwards, following the curve of her neck, then her chin, her fingers so deep inside Vera she was touching her pubes with her knuckles. Zephery grabbed Vera’s face, squeezing her cheeks, forcing the wine mom to look at her.

“You enjoyed it!” she declared gleefully, pulling Vera closer and going even deeper inside her vagina. “You enjoyed seeing me fuck your friend! You enjoyed watching her transform into a big fat sow! You touch yourself every night thinking about how she’s a pig for the rest of her life!”

“NononononononnnhhnnhmmmHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

Vera closed her eyes, her back bent, raising her hips as she reached orgasm.

The whistle sounded.

“PLEASURED!” shouted the referee.

Dakota Trazza: She’s done! SHE’S DONE!

Zephery let Vera go, she walked back to her silver circle, sucking her fingers soaked in sex juice. Vera remained on the floor, curled into a foetal pose, one hand firmly on her crotch between her legs, fingering her pulsating coochie.

The referee knelt at Vera's side.

“Red?” she asked. “Red, are you still in the fight?”

Vera fingered herself for a few more seconds before reacting. Whilst biting her lower lip she opened her eyes and nodded.

“I need an answer,” continued the referee.

“Yes, still in…” gasped Vera, getting onto all fours. “I’m still fighting…”

She began to crawl towards her circle.

Zephery chuckled, shrugging and shaking her head.

The referee considered it a moment before nodding. Standing up she pointed at the rap singer.

“Advantage for silver! Strapon!”

The instant she spoke that last word a strapon dropped from the ceiling in front of Zephery. It was a white, well sized white dildo with a black strap, hard, but also kinda squishy, full of liquid.

Zephery picked it up and began to tie the sex toy around her waist.

“If you insist on being a pig I’m only too happy to help!” gloated the rap singer.

Vera didn’t answer, she had managed to get up after reaching her circle. She was leaning forward, gasping heavily, her hands on her knees. She breathed deeply, gulped, straightened up, she slapped her face and untied her ponytail, leaving her auburn hair free. Zephery was showing the strapon to her, doing thrusting motions with her hips. Vera looked at her with a shining determination in her eyes.

“On the count of three!” announced the referee. “One…! Two…! Three!”

For once Vera was the first to react, she rushed forward with the intention of tackling.

Zephery didn’t move, she waited patiently until the last possible instant, when she stepped to the side, leaving her foot in the middle of Vera’s path. The wine mom was moving too fast to stop, she stumbled over the obstacle and fell over.

Now having her rival on the floor Zephery went for victory.

She grabbed Vera by the neck from behind, raising her up.

“It’s time to squeal, pig!” the rap singer proclaimed, while spreading open Vera’s buttocks.

Vera felt the pressure of the plastic phallus approaching her anus.

Her useless slaps didn’t help.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats.

She closed her eyes.

Her brain returned her back to that conversation…

Ginne sits naked on one of the benches in the locker room, calming her with a soft smile and her easy going tone.

“Don’t worry, Vera,” she had told her. “If they corner you just remember this…”

Vera coughed, half-choked by Zephery arm. She couldn’t liberate herself by mere force, but she had one advantage, being taller and having longer arms. With no time to come up with a better plan, her hand slapped blindly at Zephery’s back in search of her objective, crawling downward, sliding inside the silver panties.

Zephery’s eyebrows rose.

“What…?”

Vera snorted, grunted.

“The… thumb… in the bum…!”

“AHHHHHH!”

The wine mom nailed the rap singer’s butthole with her thumb, a risky move that took Zephery by surprise. Lucky for Vera when Zephery hopped forward, startled by the sudden backdoor penetration, the dildo missed its mark, the tip of the toy slid up her spine.

Vera knew that she couldn’t waste this opportunity she’d created.

She grabbed the arm around her neck firmly and dropped herself backwards with all her weight, dragging Zephery with her. She landed on top of the rap singer's bouncy tits, leaving her breathless.

The audience gasped, equally as surprised as Zephery when that finger went inside her butt.

Mad J. Earl: Oh, my, what a move! She’s quite well versed in classical wrestling.

Vera’s attack didn’t relent, she got on top of Zephery before Zephery could get up and with every ounce of her strength lifted the rap singer sideways while shouting like a barbarian.

“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Yiaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Zephery was helplessly rattled before being tossed, landing on her belly and naked tits a couple metres away.

The wine mom stood, looking furious, with the silver bra in her hands. Leaving behind the bra she charged, naked fury that wasn’t going to allow her opponent a single instant of respite. Zephery tried to crawl away in an attempt to gain space and recompose herself, but Vera grabbed her by the legs and dragged her across the floor.

Next Vera lifted Zephery by her legs, holding her lower limbs against her chest, forcing the rap singer into a precarious handstand while she began to untie the dildo and to bite at the silver panties with snarling teeth.

“S-Stop… Stop, I have the advantage!” Zephyr cried, wiggling helplessly with the sole of Vera’s foot pressed against her face. “The dildo is mine! The dildo is mine!”

Mad J. Earl: A classic misconception, gaining the advantage only means that you get to attach the strapon first, but if your rival manages to take it away from you, as it seems is about to happen, they are perfectly entitled to use it. You win if you are the first to penetrate or if your rival doesn’t want to continue.

“NAAAAAAAAAARGH!” Vera snarled, pulling the panties off with her teeth and gaining possession of the strapon.

She spat the panties away and pushed Zephery away, Zephery tumbled over, ending up laying down belly up, naked and spreadeagled.

Dakota Trazza: It seems that Zephery was overly confident about her victory too soon…

Mad J. Earl: Not only her.

Dakota Trazza: Who could have guessed that that skinny ass housewife had a valkyrie gladiator inside her?

Mad J. Earl: Me.

Dakota Trazza: Screw you, grandpa, nobody likes a show off!

Mad J. Earl: *chuckles*

Zephery lay, dazed and exhausted, by the time she recalled that she was in a fight it was too late. Vera was grabbing her by the legs again, lifting her lower body up, her feet pressed back on her face.

Completely pinned.

Completely dominated.

Beyond the toenails she saw Vera, standing tall above her, a dishevelled raging apparition, the strapon ready at her waist. The wine mom was spreading her plump legs wide open, lining up her pussy with the tip of the sex toy for the final strike.

But Vera stopped.

“Give up!” she shouted. “Give up! Now! You lost”

The rap singer ground her teeth, the heat, the sweat, the smell, the strong pressure of the foot against her cheek. Somehow, despite the humiliation, she pulls a grin, curls her toes.

“Ggggh… Fuck you, piiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!”

Vera thrust with the dildo before the taunt was finished, the plastic hardon slid effortlessly inside Zephery’s vagina.

Mad J. Earl: We have a penetration!

Vera pushed further with her hips, falling over her plump defeated rival, pushing Zephery’s legs until Zephery was squished into a pretzel shape, with her feet near her head and her knees squeezing her boobs.

Fucked deeply by the fake cock.

“Ohhh! OHHHHHHHH! FUCK!”

The wine mom’s thrusts gained speed, force and confidence with each subsequent pelvic slam. All the exhilaration, all the angst and grief exploded in an outburst of lust with the chorus a cheering crowd as the background music.

A naked raw coitus.

They were lost in the dichotomy between sworn rivals and sudden lovers. During those blurry moments of lewd action it was only joint pleasure.

For Vera the pleasure of being powerfully dominant.

For Zephery the pleasure of being pumped with plastic.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” she repeated every time Vera pushed.

The rap singer grabbed the wine mom’s face and robbed a kiss from the adversary that had defeated her.

Close to a shared orgasm the strapon’s phallus reacted as if it was aware of the ongoing events, capable of recognizing the carnal walls surrounding its sizable length. The penis-device shook violently inside that pussy, an abrupt jostling that Zephery felt all the way up to her chest. Shortly after that, the vibrating pulsations started - several small holes opened in the tip and the sides of the dildo from which a thick warm pinkish liquid was discharged in every possible direction, filling up Zephery sex to the point of absolute overflow.

Zephery’s eyelids open wide, in a jerk she pulls Vera's head, pressing her rival’s face between her breasts while stretching her neck and howling in orgasmic bliss.

“UUUUUUH FFFFFFffook! FOK! OK! OOOK! OOOOOOOOHK!”

The referee’s whistle joined the noise.

Vera lifted her head from between the tits, she had been concentrating so much on her sexual performance that she hadn’t noticed that the referee had approached them until she saw the referee’s fingers pointing at Zephery.

“Silver defeated!” declared the arbiter in a thunderous voice. “Pleasured! Penetrated! Transformed!”

The vibrations of the dildo seemingly extended from the plastic into the flesh, resonating through every single fibre of Zephery’s pleasured body, making the soon not to be woman convulse.

“Ohhhh! Uuuuk! Ooooouhhh!” she moaned, soaked in sweat.

The wine mom was still holding her in a sexy pretzel posture, still penetrating her with the strapon.

They looked at each other.

Rivals, adversaries, eye to eye… and then Zephery’s eyes started to change.

Shrinking into dark shininess

Inhuman.

A pair of eyes just like those of a sea lion.

A confused and horny sea lion.

Zephery’s nose and upper lips twitched, she snorted and a long stiff whisker sprouted from one side of her face. Then a second whisker, a third, a fourth… Growing in quick succession on the left side and then the right side.

Her nose fell back into itself, its skin swelled, becoming rough and black, becoming a tiny and sorta cute snout fringed by the long whiskers.

“Uhhhhhh!” Zephery’s dark eyes crossed in a poor attempt at looking down at her changing face. She touched the tip of the whiskers with the tips of her fingers, seemingly amazed.

Vera remains on top, watching at the progression of the metamorphosis, speechless and with her mouth open, despite it not being the first time she had witnessed such an event.

That fact didn’t seem to matter.

It doesn’t matter…

It doesn’t matter how many times you see it, it doesn’t matter how many times you hear or read about it… seeing a woman become a beast is always a mesmerising fantasy.

Even more so if you are in the first row for the spectacle.

This time she was the direct cause of the transformation and that made her pussy clench underneath the dildo.

Zephery, with a sea lion’s muzzle forming in the middle of her face, stared back at the wine mom and let out another horny neck-stretching howl.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!”

Saliva hit Vera’s bone cheeks, but she didn’t close her eyes, not wanting to miss anything. The former rap singer howled as if she was born a sea creature and as she howled her skull cracked loudly, pushing outwards into a muzzle, her mouth spread impossibly wide, fangs lengthening while the rest of her teeth shrunk, but all of them becoming sharp and pointy.

The howling grew stronger with each change, the agitation of the transformation so intense it made Vera shake, reigniting the dildo in Zephery’s pussy.

“Waah!” It was like riding a sea bull, the wine mom’s fingers losing their grip on Zephery’s wet skin, the strapon going in and out.

Patches of shiny brownish-grey fur began to sprout and disperse over her skin, quickly spreading and coating her body inch by inch. Her neck bloating, Vera fell onto Zephery’s chest, the dildo all the way inside her burning pussy.

Her nose touched Zephery’s muzzle.

Zephery showed off her sharp teeth with a sharp smirk.

“Toukch youk self thinking aboukt this every noight!”

With a powerful jolt Zephery sent Vera flying away as the transformation forced her to liberate her limbs from the pretzel pose. Her vagina was left leaking the pink and throbbing beyond control.

“OOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKH!”

Vera landed on her back, she sat up to stare back at the spectacle.

Zephery lay down, doing all sorts of sexual and beastly sounds as the shifting of her form progressed. Her hair began to fall out, her ears growing floppy and smaller, arms and legs hastily shortening leaving her severely and mockingly handicapped. She hooted and hooted, slapping her breasts with both hands as they shrank and migrated down towards her narrowing pelvis to become teats and her fingers lost their nails and elongated, becoming connected by a flesh web to turn into long, wide flippers.

Foreflippers.

Her legs were totally lost at the hips, leaving only her flattening feet that were changing in a way quite similar to how her hands had mutated, but not quite as large. They could be mistaken for a stubby mermaid’s tail, but there were no fish scales on her deforming feet.

The second pair of flippers.

Hindflippers.

The hind flippers of a sea lion.

A big female sea lion.

Grunting and snorting Zephery rolled over, getting herself up onto all flippers. The changes were close to their conclusion, to erasing almost all traces from her previous self.

Her spine bent and curved as she was squeezed into a more tubular shape, shoulder bones compressed above her ribcage. She lowered her lower body flat against the floor, rubbing her sex, howling with lustful passion at the ruin of her human form.

Vera had got up, approaching what was left of her rival. The wine mom had a hand on the dildo, mindlessly slowly stroking the plastic toy as she saw the changes slowing down. The sea lion tilted her neck to look at her, the flashy green and pink dreadlock hung lonely from the beast’s forehead.

“Briiioink susssshyshhh wennn ooook ooook vishiiik!”

Vera leaned forward, grabbed the dreadlock and pulled it off her forehead.

The metamorphosis ends.

From the speakers the bell rings three times in a row.

The referee grabbed Vera’s arm, the one with the hand holding the dreadlock, and lifted it up high.

“Red underwear, Vera Sebastos! Dominanta victory!”

Vera’s stunned expression didn’t change with the referee’s announcement, but the audience answered it with outrageous applause. One of the hidden doors of the arena opened and a team of five arena staff members, all of them dressed in white overalls and with black masks concealing their faces, rushed in and surrounded the female sea lion to take care of the distressed horny beast and give her any aid she may need.

The camera moved back from the close up, back to its rotating motion around the busy arena. On each side of the screen the naked displays of the two challengers returned. Zephery’s display froze with her looking forward and was dulled into a complete grey tone, Vera’s display remained slowly spinning and exposing the wine mom’s nudity in full colour.

Mad J. Earl: *clapping* What a match! What a match! THAT’S why we love Dominanta fights, excitement until the very last second!

Dakota Trazza: I’m glad I didn’t bet on it, but that transformation was amazing! Made me want to ook, ook alongside the seal! I was pulling my panties down!

Mad J. Earl: I agree, it’s a shame that challengers do tend to choose mundane farm animals for their victories, rare transformations make the changes more interesting in my opinion.

Dakota Trazza: Uhhhh… So, I’ve just been informed by our Backstage staff that seals and sea lions are two different kinds of animals. Who could even tell the difference?

Mad J. Earl: That’s another plus for these rare TFs, learning about the fantastic biodiversity of our world is always entertaining.

Dakota Trazza: I guess so, grandpa... Okay, it’s time to close out this stream to get ready for the next fight.

Mad J. Earl: Don’t miss it people! After the commercials from our sponsors we have a match between our luchadora superstar Perra Loba and a newcomer that claims to be a witch!

Dakota Trazza: Subscribers will receive the next streaming link in a few minutes, don’t forget to share it on your favourite social media platforms!

The transmission concludes and the screen goes dark.