Marla vs Shiro! Neko vs Ushi

Marla paraded her way to the ring, her tight white and black outfit hugging her bosoms and round bottom tightly. She jogged to the ring, grabbing the occasional fan in a firm bosomy hug (being more casual in her culture). She slid under the ropes, breasts squishing almost out of her outfit between her chest and the mat. She popped back up, hopping up and down excitedly with her fists in the air and milky jugs bouncing merrily before settling down to await her foe's entrance.

Shiroko looked out over the arena with a small satisfied grin as she stood at the top of the entrance ramp. The focus of her grin stood in the center of the ring, and the roster info had not lied. The bovinoid princess was everything she hoped and more...young, sweet, and with big supple breasts. Shiro purred softly as she slunk to the ring, her white and black striped tail wagging, ears laid back as her smoky red eyes took in her first AFW prey. She was vaguely aware of the crowds cheers (no doubt for the skimpy white and black, tiger-print leather, monokini she was sporting) but she only had eyes for the big breasted calf girl awaiting her in the ring. Her tail curled excitedly as she climbed the stairs and easily slipped into the ring. Leaning casually against her corner, Shiro purred and stroked back her silky black hair. It had been a long time since she had tasted real milk, and now the ring of a bell was the only thing between her and an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Marla bowed a bit formally at her feline foe. "Greetings, neko. I am Marla Malone of the bovinian royal family. I do hope we have a very lovely battle!" she insisted.

((by the way, what do we want as the victory condition?))

Shiro arched an eyebrow and tried to keep herself from giggling at Marla's formality. Her body leaned against the turnbuckle as she responded in a throaty purr, "Nice to meet you too sweetheart. I'm Shiroko." She flashed the blonde bovinoid a small grin, her red eyes glowing softly in the arena lights as they scanned Marla's body. The calf princess had a slight height advantage, but Shiro's main problem was the bovinian's weight. Shiro guess that the girl's massive breasts alone gave her an extra thirty or so pounds. "I'm gonna have to be quick," She thought to herself, lightly stretching her legs and arms as she waited for the bell to sound.

As the bell went off, Marla moved in with her arms raised for a grapple. Her breasts bobbed easily as usual, trying to size her up to lock up with her and try pushing her back with a shoulder lockup

Shiro couldnt help but purrr as the bell finally rang, her feline body lightly sauntering to the center of the ring. With a soft growl she lunged into the grapple, wrapping her arms around the ushi girl's shoulders, her nails lightly raking Marla's back. NGHH! Shiro gasped as she felt her footing starting to slip, the calf-girl easily using her weight to her advantage. Shiro bit her bottom lip nervously, feeling the ropes getting closer and closer.

Marla let out a soft squeak when she was clawed at her back, trying to push on and squash Shiro into the ropes, ramming her breasts up into her face to hold her in place

Shiro's red eyes widened as Marla's heavy breasts bounced into her face. "MmmmPh!" she cried in panic as the fleshy orbs pinned her back against the ropes. Shiro squirmed and growled against the ropes, her thong clad butt riding the leather as her nose filled with the sweet scent of warm milk. Her hands clasped at Marla's shoulders as she tried to thrust her hips and knee upwards, aiming to pound the blonde cowgirls tummy.

Marla let a triumphant smirk hit her lips as the ropes helped secure her bust slam/smother, but let out a wide-eyed "HUFFF!" as her vulnerable tummy was smashed by the knee, doubling up and losing her position as she stagged back a step, trying to catch her wind again

Shiro growled softly as she gasped in air, her body leaning into the ropes while Marla staggered backwards. Suddenly she sprung forward, slinking behind Marla and trying to wrap her right arm around the blonde neko's throat. Shiro's left arm would try to slip under Marla's left armpit so that Shiro could link hands for a sleeper choke and keep her bigger rival breathless.