First Rule App: Second Rule

Based on a patron reward from a while back that I just found really charming. Just an app that helps ladies (furries, by chance) find their comfort level of vicious, horny fights in reserved locations.

I’ve probably been over my furry stance before. It depends on the artist, and it’s just kind of like sexy male characters; I usually don’t even think about them or consider them unless they’re part of the setting already before I got there. I think something about the story being already established by the patron as furry and also just the consenting level of savagery that the fighters get into make it blend in nicely.

Though as somebody who generally doesn’t make furry characters on my own, I had a hell of a time thinking up what species to put in this fight. Went with a doberman and a possum, mostly because I wanted some sleek kind of dog and a mammal that wasn’t generic. I think I literally passed by somebody’s possum art that made me go “Oh!”

Ellen found herself growing addicted to fighting. The doberman woman had held onto her fetish for years before she discovered the First Rule app through some of her regular forums. She had met up with one or two other women on message boards, but it led to more dead ends than anything. The app made it simple; some thorough verification and you could browse through plenty of fighters, sorting your searches how you liked or just flicking left or right on randomly suggested opponents until it found someone you liked.

Ellen had been through three matches already and she was dying for more. It was at a point where she was calling in sick just so she could meet up with opponents (or at least stay up late to masturbate over trash talk). She’d never cum harder with any man or woman than she did during the passionate throes of a fight. She felt like she’d fallen into an orgasmic coma after she’d faced a random local ox girl who beat her pussy into a bruised up pulp.

She paced around her living room, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a beat-up old shirt from her office’s teambuilding exercise week. Ellen left her shoulder-length hair hang, tying it up when she went to fights to minimize how much of it they tore out of her scalp.

She felt like she wouldn’t be able to enjoy her day off without the hope of getting another fighting fix. She flicked her thumb over her phone, skimming through potential opponents in her area. She had satisfied her itch to the point where she was starting to get picky.

A busty flamingo popped up on the app. Too scrawny.

A flexing and smirking she-wolf in a sports bra. Too close to herself. She liked some variety to her opponents.

A thicc cat in a sweater? No chance. Her curves looked like they were mostly fur, and it always felt too obvious to go after a cat. Ellen had her pride after all.

A big overweight rabbit squeezing her round belly and sticking out her tongue. Much too big for her tastes, and she didn’t like the highlighted “musk/filth” kink listed on there.

Finally she saw one that looked perfect. A wiry but still scrappy-looking possum girl smiled casually on an old sofa, dressed in a bathrobe to expose a seductive amount of skin. Her gray and white fur was scruffy and it grew extra long down to her middle back. Her profile just listed her as “Jessie,” as was pretty standard on the app. Not exactly private between members, but some air of comfortable discretion was to be expected.

“Interests are vicious catfights, wrestling, basic streetfighting, ok with biting and clawing, excited by dirty tactics and cheap fighting…’ fuck, that sounds so hot,” Ellen sighed to her herself.

She tapped the Challenge button and waited. It wasn’t long before she got the notification that it had been accepted. The app was convenient for these quick matches by favoring fighters who were active and available at the time you were looking. Jessie had proposed a meeting place at Bruno’s Gym, one of several locations with contract deals with First Rule. Various gyms, apartments, hotels and such left rooms or sometimes the entire building open to be used for their fights on their own scheduled times like a combat-based bed and breakfast.

Ellen hit Accept and threw on a coat and pants. The weather was cold enough to threaten them with snow, so as hot as she felt and as sexy as she wanted to look, she wasn’t about to risk frostbite over this match.

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Ellen reached the nearby gym and went to the private training room that was always listed under Reserved. The canid had been to the gym before, and occasionally she’d noticed exhausted or battered people leaving from there. It assured her that it would be completely soundproof as she entered the padded room. Wrestling mats lined the floors and most of the walls, with a few boxes of supplies stashed in there to make the most of the empty space. There were no windows, but a mirror was set up one one spot on the wall, barely wider than a person. Enough that a hippo or giraffe could still see all of themselves.

Ellen shut the door behind her, seeing that she was the first to arrive. She took off her coat and set it aside. After a second thought, she stepped out of her leggings and removed her top, leaving herself in just her tight pink bra and panties. Her sleek, toned body had some visible muscle to it, outlined by her brown and black fur. Her heart raced with excitement, and she tugged on the waist of her panties to make sure that her wet arousal didn’t show too badly. She turned to check herself in the mirror, her short, upturned tail wagging at the sight. She smiled with some small amount of pride, flexing her tight abs and taut but shapely biceps for herself.

The door clicked as Jessie started to enter, just enough for Ellen to snap back into a more casual posture. She looked at the possum as she entered, concealing her blush as she checked her out. The gray and white opponent let out a deep huff, peeling off a ski cap and tossing it aside. Her narrow muzzle let out a deep sigh, shivering as she got used to the comfortable warmth of the room. She shed a thick jacket to leave herself in just a Harlem Humans sports jersey and some jeans with her tail poking out the back.

“Oof! Cold as balls out there!” the possum huffed.

She rubbed her arms and looked to Ellen with an upward nod.

“Sup? I’m guessing you’re from the app if you’re dressed like that?”

“First Rule? You know it,” Ellen said, cracking a smile across her muzzle.

“Best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Nothing like it. That’s for sure.” Jessie laughed.

Getting used to the heat, she finally started to strip down. She ditched her clothes, just wearing a cheap green bra and a pair of partly torn up black panties. It made Ellen a bit self-conscious for putting some ceremony into it and wearing some nice underwear to the occasion, even if they tended to get destroyed in these kinds of meetups. Ellen was a nice and round set of C-cups but Jessie was packing some plump triple D’s. She was largely on the scrawny side otherwise, but with a slight belly compared to her tight and wiry arms.

“You ready to do this? Or you one of the pre-fight talkin’ types?” Jessie offered, shifting her weight readily.

“We can go right ahead,” Ellen offered.

“I just like some rough trash talk in there. Assuming my mouth’s not full of your tits or something at the time.”

Jessie snickered and nodded.

“Gotcha. No sweat. I just met one gal who liked to do, like, ring intros and stats and shit beforehand. Watched too much tv, I guess.”

Ellen laughed along with her at the mental image. She felt too excited to delay it any longer. She had been edging herself for days just imagining her next match. They had already agreed in their profile settings that anything was allowed short of permanent damage. They weren’t about to break any bones or or rip off an ear, but some torn out fur and some cuts and bruises that could be covered up with clothes or lies were all fine to her.

“So let’s do it,” Ellen offered, her voice flavored with her excitement.

Jessie didn’t bother to agree with her. Her lean body tightened and she came right at Ellen, tagging her with a surprise punch to the snout. The canine felt a dull crunch of knuckle on nose, startled by the scrappy possum into backing off a pace. Jessie’s loose street fighting style kept on her as she kept advancing, slamming punches into Ellen’s sides and lower belly. It kept her retreating, struggling to keep up with her as she lowered her guard. She managed to start blocking the hits but felt her tail brush against the matted walls behind her. She hastily pivoted out of the way as Jessie started to lunge at her, letting her fist connect with the mats instead of her breastbone.

Ellen’s abs ached but it got her adrenaline racing fast enough to match her libido. She grabbed Jessie and dug her fingers into her thick fur until her fingernails were scraping over her hot skin. With a firm shift of her weight she threw the possum bodily into the wall, letting her face and chest slam against the padded surface. Her heavy grunt showed that despite the softening material, it still wasn’t a pleasant experience.

Ellen followed her racing heart and drove a vicious hook into Jess’ side. The possum let out a guttural grunt of pain that immediately rewarded the canine’s aggression. Ellen pressed her barely dressed body against Jessie’s back and unleashed a series of blows just like it, hammering Jessie from either side. More grunts and shouts escaped the pummeled possum as she reached behind her, clawing at Ellen’s hair and ears. She finally managed to grip one of her perky ears and twisted, getting Ellen to scream and spasm. It cut off her momentum there as Jessie shoved herself backward to knock her away.

Jessie’s leg swung up behind her, taking a blind kick at her opponent. It connected firmly with Ellen’s abs, winding her for a moment. She was lucky enough that the possum hadn’t nailed her in the pussy, missing by a few inches in a small blessing. It was still enough for Jessie to push off from the wall and whirl around, tackling the winded dog and bringing them both crashing to the mats.

Ellen still had her wits about her. She started shoving and clawing at Jessie’s face, trying to buy herself enough time to get back on a level playing field. It didn’t last for long as the possum threw her entire weight into a harsh cross to her face. Ellen’s muzzle whipped to one side with her head following suit. Jessie had clearly put her all into that desperate punch as she tumbled over on top of her opponent, unintentionally pressing herself body to body on top of her. Jessie raised her forearm to press across Ellen’s throat, but she twisted her head around to make it as difficult as possible. In her wild desperation, she turned and bit into Jessie’s arm. She shrieked and withdrew from the attempted choke but remained on top of her, her hot groin pressed against Ellen’s abs.

Ellen looked back at Jessie wide-eyed. She could smell their mingling sweat in the air, even discounting her sharper canine nose. She tasted hints of her own blood along with the flesh of her opponent. It fed her primal fighting instincts and it was exactly what she had been after when she signed up for these kinds of fights.

“You fucking bitch!” Ellen seethed, finding herself unable to think of anything but aggressive hate for her opponent.

She clawed at her wildly, and while Jessie ducked away she caught the front of her bra. The plain garment tore away from her thrashing foe, baring her perky tits and hard nipples. She was clearly enjoying the fight herself, even if it was the last thing on Ellen’s mind at the moment. She threw the bra as far as she could behind her, unwilling to leave anything in the way of her beating Jessie further.

The battle-crazed canine moved in after her but Jessie leaned back on one leg, swinging the other knee across her face. Ellen found herself seeing stars as she fell to all fours, easy pickings for Jessie as she rose to a slouching stance. She grabbed two handfuls of Ellen’s hair and slammed her knee up into her face, giving her a few more repeated bashed just like it. The doberman’s mouth hung slack as she drooled from the dazing blows, flecks of red tinting her saliva. She threw up a desperate arm to protect herself but it was too early. Jessie just redirected herself, smashing the knee into the side of her neck and sending a throbbing pain through her neck and shoulder muscles.

Ellen let out a choked cry. Her pounding heart seemed to echo in her pulsing vagina, every bit as horny as she was hurting. She struck out again, this time catching Jessie’s incoming leg. She hooked her arm under it and gouged her short claws into the possum’s pussy. She curled her fingers, raking over the panties at first before her nails found their way beneath the fabric. It felt so satisfying to gouge and scratched over the warm, wet flesh as she listened to the rewarding screams blaring overhead.

Ellen took a deep breath and forced her way back to her feet. She kept her grip on Jess’ twat, lifting her up and over her shoulders before dropping back down. The clumsy wrestling move still did the trick as it bashed Jessie’s face into the mats, making her bounce and moan as she clutched her own reddened face.

Ellen’s body felt raging hot. Her bra had fallen off-center at some point, one of the straps tangling with her upper arm. Without a second thought, she pulled it off over her head to expose her own muscled chest. With a wordless growl she pounced on the still staggered Jessie, pinning her down while forcing one of her legs away from her body. Ellen threw her weight into a driving knee, smashing it into Jess’ cunt and grinding there until she was howling at the top of her lungs. Ellen’s vicious snarling picked up just as much to match.

“You bitch! You’ll fuckin’ pay for that!” Jessie screamed like a madwoman.

“Bring it, you weak fucking cunt!” Ellen grunted back, getting nose to nose with the pinned possum.

She was giving it her all but she almost welcomed it as Jessie grabbed at her, raking her nails over one of the doberman’s tits. Ellen gave a short yip of pain while Jessie bared her fangs, hissing and spitting wordlessly back at her. She held the dog close enough that she couldn’t gain more momentum for her knee strike, leaving her knee stuck between her legs. Jessie thrust her own leg up, getting a quick, short knee into Ellen’s pussy in return. They breathed heavily, blowing the same hot air into each other’s faces. They stared into each other’s wild eyes, wide with the intense arousal and heat of battle.

The women lashed out with everything they could, unwilling to part their bodies from each other. Jessie put her bared teeth to use, biting at Ellen’s face and chest. The canine fighter was doing the same, making it difficult for either of them to reach anything especially vulnerable. Fangs scraped against the other’s cheek now and then, but the thrashing made it so they didn’t keep their teeth in anything for long. Jessie sank her teeth into the tender flesh of Ellen’s breast just barely long enough to give it a painful squeeze before the doberman slammed her ear with the butt of her palm, jarring her into relinquishing it immediately.

Their hands roamed all over the other’s body. They caressed around to acclimate themselves with the other’s curves, only to find the more intimate targets available. It wasn’t long before they were both clawing and tearing at their rival’s panties. The fabric gave way quickly and they blindly clawed at the soaking wet pussies awaiting them. Ellen clumsily fingered the possum woman just to get her digits in deeper and slash her claws inside her. They were too dull to do much damage but they clearly got the job done judging by Jessie’s primal screams and throaty moans. The racket in her ear would have driven her crazy without the knowledge that she was causing it. Jessie’s more pinpricking claws had settled around her clitoris, so her own wild howling was just as loud to truly test how soundproof their arena was. Anytime their slippery fingers lost their grip on the sopping wet flesh and fur, it left their bodies to slump together. They both gasped in shocked and weary breaths as their naked pussies rubbed together, a split-second reprieve before they went back to destroying each other’s bared bodies.

Their free hands had quickly settled on punching each other’s tits in. They smashed their knuckles into the edges of their breasts, bouncing them with each penetrating hit. Their hard nipples dragged against one another, sending alarming arousal like it was going straight into their hearts. Ellen had to wonder how well she could wear a bra with all the inevitable bruises and swelling.

Their snapping mouths finally found purchase against each other. Their muzzles went wide and lunged in together, taking their opponent on directly. Jessie’s mouth wrapped around Ellen’s as their tongues and teeth clashed. They growled down each other’s throats, fangs clacking painfully together as their bodies remained entangled in the war. Ellen found herself trying to bite the woman or choke her with her tongue even as she humped upward against her. She was eye to eye with the savagely brawling possum and found herself hoping to never part from her. Jessie’s flexible tail wrapped around her leg, wordlessly returning the sentiment without breaking from her snarling kiss.

Ellen lost track of her body, losing herself to the pain and pleasure coursing through her. Her aching muscles did all they could to fuck and fight the possum on top of her, feeling a special surge of her mixed emotions whenever she would bite her lip or be bitten back. A building pressure welled up in her stomach and she couldn’t quite tell if it was an orgasm or nausea in her overwhelming cloud of sensations.

Somewhat thankfully, it was the former. Her breathing suddenly spiked as her hips bucked hard, briefly shoving Jessie’s crotch and paw away from her groin. She humped against her pelvis in a violent seizure-like motion, screaming at the top of her town Jessie’s attacking maw. Ellen’s eyes rolled back as perhaps the most intense orgasm of her life squirted over the woman trying to beat the shit out of her.

The bliss was short-lived. As soon as Ellen came, her focus on attacking completely left her. That meant Jessie was free to take charge and climbed higher on the canine’s toned body the second she realized what was happening. She felt the cum hit her pussy and crawled up to smash her knee into Ellen’s chin, knocking her silly even as she was still groaning in orgasmic pleasure. Jessie sat on Ellen’s muzzle, locking eyes with her as she slammed some more short, harsh punches in between her eyes. One started to swell around its base, but all Ellen could do was pant for air. Even that was a struggle, as that came with her nose and tongue being mashed into Jessie’s leaking cunt to grind her musky smell into her already overloading senses. Jessie leaned back, driving a few lower blows into Ellen’s sensitive and still cumming pussy for the ultimate mix of pain and pleasure. She was making sure she stayed down.

As Jessie shifted her weight, she mounted the overwhelmed Ellen’s snout and wrapped her tail around her neck. The doberman choked audibly, her mouth hanging open as the raw pussy juices fell down her throat. She gagged on that as well, finding that between the pinning weight and the binding tail, her throat was completely closed off. Ellen’s vision quickly blurred, her eyes and mouth watering. She choked down a few more pungent gasps of air, pawing at Jessie for dear life in her desperate panic. Her eyes rolled back completely, her tongue hanging out limp as Jessie humped away. Everything turned into tunnel vision, leaving her with the sight of the spasming possum gushing cum over her unconscious face.

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A sour smell made Ellen snap back to reality. She coughed loudly as the faint afterglow of her orgasm failed to outweigh the ache she had from her beating, but it was well worth it in her eyes. She caught a glimpse of the mirror and her multiple bruises and scratches, as well as the thick puddle of sweat and cum beneath her. Nothing she couldn’t dismiss as falling down some stairs or the like.

Jessie took her by the arm, a mix of a handshake and pulling her up to her feet. The possum didn’t look much better off, but she was grinning and still standing under her own power. She was also already dressed while Ellen was left behind like a naked corpse. The idea itself made her shudder a little with sadomasochistic pleasure.

“Fucking hell, girl. You have no idea how happy it makes me to find another freak like you and me out here,” she laughed jovially.

She paused to swallow tensely, rubbing her ribs where Ellen had worked them over earlier.

“If you felt half as good as I did, then I’m glad to hear it,” the muscled doberman sighed, stretching her arms out over her head.

First Rule also had a few doctors who didn’t make a big deal out of this sort of thing, but she felt like a bath, some strong meds, and maybe some bandages would take care of everything. Jessie gave her a nod and held out a hand. Ellen slapped it sportingly.

“Lemme know if you ever wanna get your ass beat again,” the possum joked with a grin.

“You’d be surprised!” Ellen laughed as she let her go.

Ellen gathered up her clothes, glad that she had only worn her underwear. She could manage a walk (or limp) home without panties beneath her pants. She picked up her phone and pulled First Rule back up, finding it already awaiting her profile updates. She tagged Jessie as a former opponent and pulled up her profile for a review.

“She beat the everloving shit out me while I came my brains out. 5 stars.”

With that she finished pulling on her shirt and left to notify the staff the room needed cleaning.