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More monstergirls taking over a fight pit to invent sexy wrestling. Always fun to work on, messing with staging their fights with legit sex and pulled punches. I bring in minotaurs on this one, and what the massively busty ladies can bring to the ring. Very tit and milk-centric fighting, apparently. Also the notion of a weigh-in was a rare, fun thing to tie into things. I definitely gave it that Ultimate Surrender "Here's my stats, here's my thing, here's what I'm gonna do" energy.

Gale stepped into the restaurant and surveyed the room. Curly’s was a reputable place with families around eating meals at many tables. None of the servers or kitchen staff looked like the description she was given, so she took a seat at the bar. Knowing what she was looking for, she didn’t bother with the menu and ordered a coffee with cream. The dwarf at the bar grunted and called down the other end of the restaurant.

“Hey, Maud! Got another coffee down here!”

A minotaur with short but shaggy brown hair approached with a weary look in her eyes. She had a low-cut top that hung barely above her nipples, exposing freckled cleavage and shoulders. She had wide hips and the expected set of massive breasts that resembled tan-colored watermelons. She was as tall as an orc, and like all of her species, she had a pearly set of bull horns growing upward from the sides of her head, a thick build, a swishing cow tail, and a small but sturdy set of hooves for feet. She rested one hand on her hip as she gave Gale as much of a smile as it was a sneer as she cupped her breast, lifting it out of her top and holding its tip above the coffee cup.

“Say when,” she droned lazily as she started squeezing a few inches above the nipples.

A steady flow of milk started coming out of her nipple and into the mug, explaining the “fresh milk!” advertised on the sign out front. Gale gestured for her to stop and cleared her throat.

“Actually, I had a question. An offer, really.”

“If you want me for the miking gig, forget it. Farms don’t pay enough and this is the best I can get in any place I’m qualified for,” Maud sniffed dismissively.

“Well, nothing like that… can you really not get a job?”

“I applied to be a waitress but said they legally can’t. Somethin’ with the food service industry and my kind being ‘liabilities’ with these girls swingin’ around so many glasses and plates. So good luck getting hired at a forge or a bakery.”

Gale nodded, seeing why Hanna had sent her in Maud’s direction.

“What about a fight club? A staged fight club where you take and dish out some fake hits and get paid probably triple what you’re making right now.”

The minotaur raised an eyebrow, and Gale saw the bored waitress was clearly intrigued.

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With her options limited as they were, Maud didn’t take much convincing to get her into the raunchy fighting. What was seen as a hazard became a bonus in the stripperific ring, and they quickly built something off of that. Marya in particular seemed thrilled by the idea of facing a girl as busty as she was, so they quickly built something off of that. The latest fliers prominently featured the chesty cow’s huge watermelon tits pushing up against Marya’s beachball pair, easily drawing in another large crowd. They had even taken the extra step to print some pinups of the combatants and selling them as souvenirs.

“Well well well! If it ain’t you greedy perverts again!” Kash barked from center stage.

The tiny, mouthy dom of a hostess was met with cheers as her insults riled up the crowd. She stood beside a small cart with a large scale like a butcher shop would use on top.

“Came crawlin’ back to see these fat-titted hogs, huh? Then let’s get these slabs of mooing meat out here! Hey, bitches!”

Maud and Marya came walking side by side down the runway. The audience broke into predictable cheers as they wore little more than loincloths to the pit. Marya’s tattooed and pierced bimbo body wobbled her chemically induced curves about while down the walkway alongside the new bovine brawler. Maud already looked more interested in her new job than her role as a spigot, smirking and waving lazily back at the crowd. Her loincloth was patterned like a black and white cow’s spots, and her horns had been equipped with safety caps. Small, curved bits of metal to prevent her from accidentally spearing one of her opponents. Even without any potions, her bust was pretty close to Marya’s.

The two posed for the crowd a moment before Kash cracked her riding crop against the nearest fighter’s leg.

“Quit showing off all that fat and have a sense of goddamn decorum! Let’s have ourselves a proper weigh-in for once. Give us your stats and get your goods on the scale.”

Maud started to trot forward when Marya stepped in front of her. She swung her hips to butt bump her out of the way and take her place, playing up her bad girl persona for the evening. She put her arms behind her head to bounce her boobs around as the center of attention.

“Sup, fuckmeats? I’m Marya the Street Slut. I’m 5 foot eleven, 170 pounds of pureblood human, and I’ve probably fucked one of your relatives for pocket change~!”

She pumped her hand in the air, miming out a blowjob before settling one of her tits down on the scale. She blew the crowd a kiss with her pouty pink lips until Kash gave her hair a sharp tug, adjusting her posture for the proper weight.

“806 grams! Who knows how much of that is a faulty scale or magic silicone though,” Kash announced mockingly.

Marya smirked and stepped back towards where Maud was waiting. She made sure to walk too close to her so the minotaur could intentionally bump her back. She swung her shoulder so that it and her tit rammed aggressively into Marya’s, sending hers bouncing around as she walked up to the scales. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but Kash pulled hard on her plump nipple to force her onto the scale.

“I’m Maud. 5 foot nine, 220 pounds, minotaur. I love to beat ass and I moo when I cum.”

“Nobody cares about you, beefy. They just care about your hooters,” Kash snapped.

“Which are 832 grams! We got a heavyweight here, boys and girls!”

There were some whistles and cheers as Kash smacked Maud on the ass. The minotaur stood back up on her hooves and took a few steps away from Marya to get into fighting positions. Kash pushed the cart aside and clapped her hands readily.

“You’re in for a real treat tonight, you sickos! Both of these tits on legs are gonna eat this… or else!”

Kash went between them and held up her hands, a bright yellow pill in each of her palms. The ladies bent over, licking it from her hand like they were animals being fed. They swallowed and immediately showed some discomfort in their faces.

“These doses of Lact-Aid will have them stuffed with milk in just a couple seconds. They’ll be leaking like nursing milfs for the entire fight until one of them gives up or blacks out. The winner gets to deal with heavier tits for a while. The loser, I get to milk them empty however I want. Now three two one go!”

Kash hurried to force the fight to start. Marya seemed surprised by her speed, giving Maud an opening for the first hit. The minotaur stepped up and threw a big swing into the bottom of Marya’s right tit. The human hooker let out a guttural scream as her body reacted quickly from the milk-inducing pills. Her boob bounced wildly upward and sprayed a sloppy streak of milk over her chest and body. Her full lips curled into a shocked, slutty look as the fluid was forced from her body. Her other breast even started to leak in sympathy pains.

“Owww~! You dirty cow cunt!” Marya whined.

She grabbed Maud by the horns, forcing her to bend over. It made the topless minotaur’s huge hooters hang temptingly for the crowd before Marya started spiking her knee up into them. Maud let out exaggerated cries, acting like her kind’s oversized chests weren’t thick enough to take a better beating than the rest of their bodies. She was naturally built for a fight just like this as the bimbo beat the milk out of her, making it rain in sloppy bursts over her leg and the dusty ground.

“Pathetic! Any of you bulls want to use this worthless sack of beef when I’m done with her?!” Marya called to the audience.

She egged on their cheers, letting Maud struggle to pull herself free. She yanked herself loose and ducked low, tilting her head sharply to thrust one of her horns straight up between Marya’s legs. The dulled horn shoved right up her snatch, figuring that as long as they had the dulling caps on them they may as well use them in the match. The busty blonde squealed shrilled, squirming in place and pawing wildly at her crotch. It only served to push her loincloth aside enough for everyone to see that the horn had gone exactly where they thought, and that she was surprisingly and openly wet from it. Maud pulled back out and let Marya fall to her knees, rubbing her snatch and moaning.

“You think that’s enough to stop me, bitch? You humans ain’t shit!” Maud snorted, well aware of her teasing the decent human portion of their audience. She smacked her thick ass, making it wobble as she winked to the crowd.

“Prove me wrong, boys,” she purred before she grabbed Marya around the waist.

She lifted the streetwalker up high before swinging her back down, slamming her breasts on top of the wooden fence that surrounded the fight pit. They hit with a heavy smack that sounded like it hurt the wood as much as it did Marya. She still screamed at the landing, everyone watching as her tits swelled up resting on the post to raise to her chin. More milk sprayed out from her, making a generous donation of her juices to some front row fans. Maud got behind her and reached over Marya’s head, slamming her elbow on top of her tit to keep spurting more between her blow and the roughly supporting fence.

Maud finally pulled the lactating blonde away from the crowd and let her drop to her knees again. The seemingly stronger minotaur wrapped her arms around Marya’s head, bearhugging her between massive tits. Maud grunted and growled, exaggerating how roughly she was squeezing the blonde. Marya moaned along with it, but didn’t have to exaggerate how tough it was to breathe between the sweaty, milky udders. She actually treated herself a sensual lick up the center of her cleavage before she reached up and pinched Maud’s nipples. The cowgirl gave a shrill scream as Marya’s long, hard nails jammed into her hard nips and twisted them around, spraying like a water fountain to soak them both in white.

Marya rose up and spun on her heel, swinging Maud along with her. She whirled Maud around like a merry go round, leaving a sloppy ring of milk around herself.

“Oh damn! She’s windin’ up to chuck this chuck steak right outta the ring at this rate! Didn’t know tits for brains had it in her!” Kash announced giddily.

Before Marya could release the powerful throw (that she definitely didn’t have in her), Maud grabbed her by the wrists and pulled herself in closer. She lowered her head and bit hard on one of Marya’s nipples, squeezing another thick spray of milk out of her past her mouth. The blonde human let go immediately to shriek and skip in place, desperately slapping at Maud’s face to try and drive her off. The cowgirl just snarled savagely and threw Marya away, making her back hit the edge of the pit. The blonde moaned and lolled her head around, rubbing her breast sexily to massage her leaking nips. A few fans patted or pushed at her encouragingly as an excuse to cop a feel of the messy hooker.

Maud stormed after her and lowered her head, bracing her hands on either side of Marya on the fence.

“Noooo~! Not my boobs! No more!” Marya pleaded lustily as she writhed in the flimsy trap and obvious setup.

Maud just gave a guttural growl of a moo and rammed her head forward. The hard horns slammed into Marya’s bust, squashing it painfully back against her chest. The human howled and kicked her feet, but gripped the fence to make sure she was still an easy target despite her thrashing. Each ramming headbutt gushed more milk out over Marya’s hair and back, dribbling down her own creamy chest. Marya’s eyes rolled as she gawked, running out of air to scream. When Maud found the right angle to ram her horn tips perfectly into the slits of her gushing nipples, she only found the breath to choke noisily instead and shudder in pain. Her  overly sensitive tits felt hard wired to her clit as she squirted cum and gushed rivers of milk out as her tips were forced wide open. Her legs nearly gave out, but Maud grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up. Her fat, tramp stamped bubble butt rested on the fence for a moment before suplexing her back into the ring. The absolute milkshed had left a creamy mudpie for them to land in, splashing the sloppy mess around them as Marya landed roughly. She ended up resting upside down on her shoulders, moaning and leaking as Maud got back up. She stomped a hoof on one of Marya’s tits, squashing it against her face to add both insult and injury before turning to flex for the crowd.

“What a beast, huh folks!? The new girl fights down and dirty like the animal she is! She’s even got skank number two crying over spilled milk! Talk about a horny cow!”

Maud showed off for the crowd while Marya did look devastated by the pain of her beating in the last half of the fight. She was horny as hell from it, but she played up how exhausted and weak she was as she crawled through the mud. She dragged her nearly naked body through the mud milk before pawing at Kash’s cart she was using earlier. The audience caught on about the same time as she did as she grabbed the big brass scale while Kash and Maud were catering to the audience. Marya acted like she was nearly out of milk and options now.

As soon as Maud turned back around just in time for Marya to lift the scale and slam her in the head with it. It came with a brutally satisfying clang as the cowgirl tilted her head to let her dense horns take the blow for her, but acted like it had been a direct hit. Her head spun briefly, if a little more cartoonishly than she intended, before she dropped to the mats, face down and ass up to act like she was out cold. Marya threw up her hands, showing off her foreign object shamelessly and shaking her tits for the mostly booing crowd.

Marya’s gloating was interrupted by a sharp crackling noise. She screamed and shook as smoke floated off of her as Kash held a rune-covered Shock Stick against her ass. The magical taser made her tremble head to toe, quietly loving it as she dropped to the floor.

“You stupid little shit! Who said you can touch my toys!?” the goblin scolded her.

“I knew you stupid monsters would misbehave, so I knew I’d need a cattle prod to keep you in check! So if you like touchin’ mistress’ toys, have this one!”

She jabbed Marya a few more times, holding the electric weapon into her tits and ass. The human screamed and writhed, biting her lip at the exciting torture session. When Kash drove it into her pussy, making its noisy vibrations against her clit, she couldn’t help but spray the goblin mistress with a small tidal wave of squirting cum. She foamed at the mouth, drooling with mindless pleasure and pain as she let herself flop down into the mess.

“Buuuut…” Kash mused, tapping the safe butt of her taser against her cheek.

“Technically she DID win. So I get to punish our bull bitch here too! Marya wins!”

The goblin announced the winner like it was an afterthought to the punishment she got to dish out. She shoved her cart over to Maud’s “unconscious” body and threw aside a cloth hiding the lower half of her goodies. Inside was what looked like a combination of a small set of stocks and a pair of rolling pins. She slammed it down on top of the cart and threw a bucket out in front of it before going back to Maud. Kash whipped her with her riding crop a few times, stinging her breasts with bright red welts to wake her up.

“Get up, shite head! You’re wasting the customers’ time, and more importantly, MINE! You sorry little fuck of a loser! I paid good gold to buy your ass! Now it’s time you pay me back for what I spent!”

Maud moaned and acted lost in a daze as she was dragged behind the little goblin by the hair. Kash rubbed her face into her plump green butt before forcing her up to her knees. Maud seemed to come to just in time to panic, shaking her head and gasping “No! Not that!” to really ham up her punishment. Kash shoved her forward, bending the minotaur over the cart so that her tits fell right into the wooden stocks. Kash climbed halfway up to it, forcing her boobs into the slots that seemed built for a giant’s head before shoved the top half of the device down. They clamped shut around Maud’s boobs instead, trapping her boobs inside. The minotaur whined and squirmed but didn’t put up too much effort, not sure how fragile the device really was.

Kash worked the front half, putting the thick wooden rods above and below the middle of Maud’s tits. She rested them firmly just above the cowgirl’s areolas, squeezing them subtly to make the curved front of her tits puff out a bit. With a satisfied nod, Kash grabbed the large crank on the side and started turning it slowly but steadily. The rolling pin rods started turning along with it, clattering noisily as they crushed Maud’s tits between them like a clothes wringer.

Maud was surprised by the sting, even with her thick skinned tits. She screamed in surprise and only had to escalate it a little to sound like it was pure agony. She flailed and pulled at her hair, eyes rolling madly as the wringer milked her with all the care and delicacy of a janitor wringing out a towel. The wood tightened like it was simulating running her tits over with a steamroller, gradually flattening out each part of her boobs and squeezing it towards the front. Like a fleshy roll of toothpaste, her milk shot out of her as every drop was forced from her. Her eyes watered and she kept up her scream queen act, motivated by how unsettling it felt to begin with.

“Come on, you filthy sow! If you can’t fight, it’s back to the farm with ya!” Kash demanded.

She rolled the device all the way forward and back a few times, making sure it pinched down on her nipples before rolling back up to her pectorals. By the second run through, Maud had screamed herself hoarse and her mouth just hung open, drooling and whining stupidly as her eyes rolled back into her head. She pretended to have fainted from the pain, choking messily as her bosom spat out the last of her stores of milk into Kash’s sloppy bucket. Maud’s limbs hung limp as she was held up completely by the device clamping down on her tits in Kash’s sadistic mammogram.

Kash let her hang there for a while as she gathered up the milk. She took a fingerful from the bucket, licked it, and smacked her lips.

“Not bad. Too disgusting for me, but it’s something I bet you fucking pervs would love, wouldn’t ya?!”

Kash waved the bucket towards the crowd and more than a few of them cheered in agreement. The goblin grinned and pushed on the cart enough to make Maud stagger along with it a couple tiny paces. Her breasts drooped at roughly half their original size in a pathetic shell of themselves, dribbling fluid like her eyes and mouth were.

“Well good news! While I’m beating the shit out of these wastes of sperm, the bar’s gonna have a special! 2 copper for a glass of fresh whore milk! Now thank your mistress, you giant, awful goons that aren’t fit to suck my asshole!”

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“Really though? You’re ok?” Kash mewled when they were safely backstage.

Maud laughed and rubbed at her chest. There were still the red spots from Kash’s whipping but there wasn’t even a bruise on her.

“I’m telling you, thick skin,” Maud assured her. “And my milk fills up fast. I should be back to normal in a couple days. Three tops.”

“Jealous,” Kash muttered as Hanna clapped her on the back.

“You did great! This might be our biggest night yet!”

“It should be about what we made last time,” Gale noted as she scanned over the numbers she’d gotten from the doorman and the bartender while the crowd started dying down.

“Which, don’t get me wrong… is an amazing profit on our end. Our standard is fucking great. Especially considering I’d have to kill a bunch of bandits to make this much in one night!”

The elven owner looked up and smirked at Maud, who seemed to be glowing in excitement.

“So? Better than being a waitress?”

“A lot more painful!” Maud scoffed. “But infinity times more interesting. I could see making a living off this.”

“That’s the plan. Because that’s way better than making a killing off it,” Gale smiled back.