It was an average day for Marl as she sat on a couch watching television in her room. Her right eye was still swollen from her most recent fight and an ice pack had been tied to her head in order to combat the pain. The loss was frustrating and it really hurt her pride, but for now she had no choice but to try and relax as she bit down on a hot, freshly delivered pizza. As the flavors danced in her mouth, the sheep’s mood gradually improved as she watched video compilations of other fighters getting beaten up in the ring and she soon started laughing at their misery.

  “Hah, fucking loser! Blocking punches with your face isn’t a good strategy, idiot!” Marl laughed at the screen before taking another bite of her pizza. “Even I could have won that fight! Easy!”

  Just then, she got a sudden surge of loud notifications on her phone and sighed as she paused the video. Upon looking at her phone’s screen, she could see that a number of individuals had commented on her most recent online post…the one showing images of her most recent loss. The sheep rolled her eyes - it was probably just the usual messages of support coupled with a few internet trolls, nothing too interesting for sure. As she scrolled through the notifications, Marl’s prediction was proven correct and she soon put down her phone, only to hear yet another notification. When the sheep looked at her phone again, her eyes narrowed.

  Anne had commented on the post.

  [“Hahaha, you lost again? This is turning into a habit isn’t it~?”]

  Marl frowned. Even though she had defeated Anne some time ago and thoroughly humiliated her in front of a crowd, the larger sheep had viewed that as a challenge to make their future matches more intense. As a result, she had challenged her to a few more boxing and kickboxing matches…all of which ended in brutal defeats for Marl. The losses were worth it in Marl’s mind though, at least she got to hurt Anne with some precise breast strikes, though in hindsight that was probably the reason why her following beatdowns were so severe. After those losses, the sheep had taken it upon herself to torment Marl with cheeky comments online to annoy her, to which she was very successful already.

  With a huff, Marl began typing a simple [“Shut up.”] in response. It was a simple reply, but she really wasn’t in the mood to argue right now.

  Mere moments afterwards, another notification popped up. [“Can’t deny it, huh? Should expect as much from a tiny little no-brain jobber~”]

  “That bitch.” Marl growled before quickly typing another reply. [“Are you blind? I told you to shut up!”]

  Once more, the next notification arrived within a minute. [“Only one that’s shutting up is you when you’re knocked out cold for the 100th time~♪ Starting to wonder if you enjoy the feeling of being beaten like a lil’ bitch ;)”]

  The sheep’s reply infuriated Marl as she tightly gripped her phone. [“Oh yeah?! Oh yeah?! Fine! I’ll fuck you up the next time we meet, bitch tits!”]

  Finally, the notifications stopped and Marl leaned back with a satisfied sigh. “Yeah, that showed the bitch. Now back to relaxing-”

  Another notification arrived. Marl almost threw her phone at the wall in a fit of frustration, but curiosity took over as she looked at the screen. It was a private message from Anne.

  [“Five days. Flavio’s Bar, 56th Street. You decide the rules.”]

  Suddenly, a chill went down Marl’s spine. She was always the type to talk the big game with a strong attitude, but even she could be intimidated. Especially after her most recent losses against Anne, the thought of facing her again felt really scary since she really didn’t want to have her face and stomach pounded into paste again. However, even still, those losses also made her want to crush Anne as well, especially after being tormented by so many of the sheep’s comments online.

  After a while of thinking, Marl finally replied with a simple [“You’re on!”] and laid back against the couch with a sigh, her heart racing.

  This was either a very good idea…or absolutely suicidal.

  A few days later, Anne was relaxing in the bar as she talked with a couple friends when the door suddenly slammed open. Marl soon entered the room with a fierce look in her eyes as she glared at the muscular sheep. Anne soon noticed that the shorter sheep was carrying a rolled up blue training mat under her arm and showed a cheeky smile.

  “I see you came prepared.” Anne said as she got off her stool to face the smaller sheep.

  Marl couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated as they stood face to face, though she refused to let it show. Anne was taller and far more muscular, with superior experience to boot, but Marl did not want to back down. She wanted to pound Anne into oblivion!

  “Hell yeah I came prepared, bitch.” Marl said as she walked over to an empty table and pushed it aside. “And I hope you’re prepared to taste my feet!”

  Anne laughed and casually lifted the table to show off her strength. “Well, first of all, it’s much more convenient to move tables like this.” She placed the table a good distance away and pointed at the floor. “You can place the mat there. It’s a good angle.”

  Marl placed the mat down and looked at Anne. “What angle?”

  “When people enter the bar, the first thing they’ll see is your beaten face.” Anne chuckled before patting Marl on the head. “You know, like all the other times I kicked your ass~ Here, just like this, remember?” She held up her phone and showed a video clip of herself sending Marl flying with an Uppercut. “It was funny to see you fall out of the ring. Oh yeah, then there’s also that one time I made you vomit after I kicked your stomach too hard-”

  “Fffff, shut up!” Marl snapped, embarrassed by the reminder. “Th-this time will be different!”

  “Oh? Different, huh? We’ll see about that~” Anne cracked her knuckles and popped her neck. “Before we begin, let’s set the terms like usual, shall we? If I win, you’ll treat everyone to a drink and be my personal punching bag for tonight~”

  “Oh yeah?! Well, if I win, then, uuhhh…” Marl scratched her chin in thought. “Oh yeah, you’ll treat everyone to a drink and be my personal bitch for a week!” She pointed furiously at the sheep. “And you can’t decline a single order!”

  With a sigh, Anne shook her head. “A week, huh? You really are desperate. Now then, what rules will we follow this time?”

  Marl suddenly pulled out an electric razor. “Shave those huge tits.”

  Anne blushed. “What? Why?!”

  “You told me that I can decide the rules. And I’ve decided we go topless tonight,” She waved the razor in front of Anne, “unless you chicken out of course.”

  After briefly throwing a glance at the excited bar patrons, Anne grabbed the electric razor and shaved the wool off her chest to expose her voluptuous breasts. “I’m a woman of my word.” she said bluntly before returning the razor. “Your turn.”

  Marl put the razor away and slowly removed her top to expose her bare chest while maintaining eye contact with her larger opponent. Although the act of standing up close became increasingly terrifying, she refused to let the fear show in her eyes as the two topless sheep faced off. They soon circled each other on the mat with firm stares of disdain, both determined to pound their opponent into dust.

  “So,” Anne started, “are there any more rules for this fight, bitch?”

  With an evil glint in her eyes, Marl suddenly sucker punched Anne’s breast. “Nope!”

  The sheep yelled in pain and grabbed her sore breast with tears in her eyes, but before she could even think of fighting back, Marl cruelly kicked her crotch without mercy. As Anne collapsed on the mat in a fetal position of agony, Marl circled the large sheep with a dark glint in her eyes before kicking Anne’s ribs to make her roll on her back.

  “That’s what you get for talking shit!“ Marl growled. “Don’t look down on me just because of a few lucky wins.” She stomped her foot down on Anne’s face. “Bitch!”

  Much to Marl’s surprise however, Anne recovered quickly and grabbed her ankle. “Fucking bastard…fighting dirty like that…” She squeezed the sheep’s ankle with an iron grip. “If you want it that way…then I’ll return the favor!”

  

  Marl winced as the strong grip crushed her ankle. “Ffffuck! Let go!”

  Anne sat up and used her ridiculous strength to lift Marl in the air before slamming her into the mat with a loud bang, stunning the smaller sheep. The cheap attacks had angered the older sheep as she began to repeatedly stomp down on Marl’s stomach without holding back, crushing her abdominal muscles with her powerful hoof. Marl gasped and spat as air left her lungs and pain clouded her mind, leaving her entirely unable to fight back against those destructive, hard hooves. While her opponent was still gasping for air, Anne removed Marl’s belt and pulled her pants off to leave the sheep in only her underwear, then threw the pants into the gathered crowd.

  “G-give that…back…you bitch!” Marl growled as she rose to her feet. “Those pants…are mine-”

  Before she could finish the sentence, Anne punched Marl in the jaw to make her stumble back in a daze. “No rules, remember?” she said before socking her in the stomach to force out a hoarse wheeze. “Did you honestly think I’d get flustered and perform worse in this setting?” She grabbed the sheep by the fluffy wool above her chest and struck her with a firm Headbutt. “No matter the situation, I adapt to it. You’re just a foolish bitch who relies on cheap tricks and dirty attacks to even get close to winning. That’s the difference between the two of us, that’s why you keep getting your ass kicked.”

  Marl’s head was ringing as she was spoken to, though she was far from knocked out just yet. “Fffffuck…offfff…” she uttered weakly before suddenly grabbing one of Anne’s breasts. “I’m tired…of your lecturing…and your huge tits…”

  Suddenly, she tightened the grip on Anne’s breast and squeezed at full force as her nails dug into the bare skin, prompting the large sheep to yell in pain before grabbing Marl’s arm with both hands - this soon proved to be a mistake as the younger sheep used that grip as leverage to deliver a mighty High Kick to the temple. The impact really rang Anne’s bell as she subconsciously let go on Marl’s arm in her daze, an act which then prompted the smaller sheep to grab her opponent’s large breasts with both hands before viciously ramming her stomach with a Knee Strike. Despite her smaller size, Marl proved that she was far from weak as the impact knocked the air out of her opponent, prompting her to strike the same spot consecutively until the larger sheep’s cheeks puffed up, then harshly twisted both breasts. All of the built-up drool Anne had attempted to hold back escaped her mouth all at once as she cried out in pain from the breast twisting, but she soon reeled her arm back to retaliate with a heavy punch. Marl saw the incoming attack and didn’t even blink as she kneed Anne in the crotch with so much force that the heavy sheep’s feet were briefly lifted in the air with a gasp, then dropped to her knees with both hands covering her throbbing crotch. Anne wheezed with tears in her eyes as her crotch felt like it was burning up, but Marl had no sympathy for the elder and promptly grabbed both horns like a bike handle…and then she violently rammed her knee into her nose with a loud crack. Anne’s eyes went wide as her nose was fractured, though her opponent proved she was not yet satisfied and smashed a second knee into her face for good measure before letting go.

  As Anne fell face down on the mat with blood pouring from her broken nose, Marl stepped on her head. “Piece of shit… How did my legs taste…? Fucking bitch…” She spat on the sheep. “This is what you get for mocking me… It’s not so fun when it’s not behind the safety of the screen, huh?” She lifted her foot high before bringing it down to strike the back of Anne’s head. “I’ll make sure you’ll never mock me ever again!”

  Just as Marl’s foot was about to land, it was suddenly grabbed by the ankle again as a menacing growl could be heard. “You bitch… You broke…my nose… You twisted…my breasts…and you think…I’ll just…let you win?!” She pulled with enough force to make Marl fall down. “You’ve got no idea…who you’re messing with!”

  With her opponent now down on the mat, the furious sheep firmly trapped one leg with both hands and trapped the other leg with both feet, then viciously spread them both apart to perform a Leg Split. Marl shouted in pain as her legs were mercilessly spread at a full angle, causing immense strain to her hip and crotch - the wrestling technique also served to humiliate the younger sheep as the stretching caused the outline of her crotch to become more visible on her underwear. Several bar patrons approached to get a better look as Marl was trapped and started taking pictures with dirty looks on their faces, causing the sheep to flail about in desperation to escape.

  Anne had no intention of ending her opponent’s suffering however as she raised her arm and punched her in the crotch. “Stop flailing, bitch! I’m not done with you!”

  Tears erupted from Marl’s eyes and she instinctively covered her sore crotch with both hands. “Fffffffff…”

  However, Anne was not yet satisfied with the pain she caused and soon transitioned her hold on the younger sheep by rolling her on the stomach before sitting on her spine, then grabbed one leg and pulled back to perform a Sharpshooter. The sudden strain to the spine caused Marl to cry out in pain, though those sounds soon died out as the heavy sheep started slapping her crotch in front of everyone. Anne slowly showed a sadistic smile as she enjoyed tormenting and humiliating her opponent and soon began to slap harder, then she went on to slap faster for good measure. To Marl, this treatment was not just painful, it was also incredibly humiliating as she saw everyone watching her torture with great interest.

  “Stop it you washed-up bitch!” Marl snapped. “If you don’t let go of me, I’ll-”

  Anne suddenly paused and glared at the younger sheep with an icy stare. “...What did you just call me…?”

  Marl saw an opportunity. “Are you deaf…? I called you washed-up… You’re a second-rate fighter…who’s past her prime… That’s why you spend your time…teasing me… Because you can’t compete…against the real pros anymore…”

  Without uttering a single word, Anne slowly pulled Marl’s leg further back to make her scream in pain as her spine was bent to its very limit, then let go. While Marl was panting and wheezing in pain, Anne turned the sheep on her back and mounted her chest with both fists clenched, then began punching. The ferocious Ground & Pound violently struck Marl’s face as her head was beaten left and right, but the downed sheep refused to admit defeat and desperately swung her fists at Anne, striking her face and breasts. Neither sheep showed any signs of stopping as they wildly punched one another until finally, Marl grabbed one of Anne’s bruised breasts and twisted it as hard as she could, causing the larger sheep to scream and fall over with tears in her eyes. While Anne lay beside her on the mat, Marl was panting and wheezing in exhaustion - she was bleeding from her busted nose and lip, her body was severely bruised all over and one of her eyes were completely swollen, yet she was still conscious.

  “Fffffucking…fffffinally…” the sheep panted. “Stubborn…bitch…”

  “You asshole!” Anne yelled as she writhed in pain. “Stop targeting my damn breasts!”

  This seemed to strike a nerve as Marl forced herself to stand and kicked Anne in the jaw while she was down. “Fuck off… No rules…no excuses… Besides…” She stepped on Anne’s other breast and stroked her nipple between her toes, “I thought you liked…having your breasts abused…”

  Anne was in too much pain to get up and the sensation of having her nipples rubbed started getting her wet. “S-stop it…”

  Marl noticed this and showed an evil, sadistic smile before pressing her foot down to squeeze the breast. “Then beg for forgiveness…and apologize…”

  “N-never…” Anne whimpered.

  “In that case…” Marl lifted her foot and stomped down on Anne’s breast. “Take that!” She stomped it again. “And that!” Then with a naughty glint in her eye she stomped Anne’s crotch. “And that!”

  Anne screamed in agony as her breasts and crotch were abused by Marl’s foot before moaning when the heel began to rub against her crotch. “Ah…wait…s-stop-”

  In the end, the constant rubbing caused Anne to squirt and the audience cheered. “Masochistic bitch… I’m sure…you love this…” She lifted her wet foot and stepped on Anne’s face to smear it. “Come on. Admit defeat…and kiss my foot…bitch!”

  Despite her current predicament, Anne didn’t give in and slowly grabbed her opponent’s foot with her prosthetic hand. “You said…no rules…right…?” A neon green color emanated from her prosthetic’s fingertips and crackling could be heard. “Then I can…do this!”

  The built-in taser was activated and Marl instantly jolted as her leg was electrocuted, causing the sheep to collapse and twitch on the mat with wide eyes of shock. Without a moment to waste, Anne got up and grabbed the smaller sheep’s breast with her prosthetic and gripped tightly, then unleashed a second electric shock to make her scream in pain. While Anne shocked and twisted Marl’s breast, it didn’t take long before milk began to leak out as she was rapidly nearing her limit, her defeat now all but inevitable…

  And then her knee shot up into Anne’s crotch.

  Anne was caught completely off guard and wailed in agony as her sore crotch was struck, causing the larger sheep to lose her balance and let go of her opponent’s leaking breast. Driven by a strong instinct to win, Marl grabbed the prosthetic which was still active and pinned Anne down before forcing it down to touch one of her large breasts, electrocuting her more experienced opponent. The large sheep screamed as her already sensitive breast was shocked by her own taser and her entire body convulsed in response while she cried, though it didn’t take long before milk squirted from her breast. When Anne finally managed to focus enough to deactivate the taser, smoke rose from her right breast as she twitched, though Marl showed no pity whatsoever - she grabbed the sheep by the horn and wildly began to pound away at her face at full power as heavy grunt echoed in the bar. By the time she was finished, Marl panted heavily as she stared at her trembling opponent with exhausted eyes, frustrated that the stubborn sheep was still conscious despite her extensive efforts to knock her lights out. Even still, it was abundantly clear that her opponent was far too groggy to fight back for the time being, so Marl seized the opportunity to wrap both thighs around her neck to choke Anne with a Headscissor - she wasn’t very familiar with wrestling, but she had seen the technique be used before and wanted to experiment on her new toy.

  “How do you…like these legs…bitch…?” Marl wheezed as she tightened the grip. “What a dumb…broad you are…getting shocked…by your own damn weapon… You’ve definitely…lost your touch!” She choked harder and watched her opponent writhe. “I’ll make sure…you learn your place…” Marl sat up and leaned forward to grope Anne’s left breast. “These big tits…I’ll abuse them some more!”

  As Marl began to squeeze and twist her breast, Anne’s mouth twisted into a weak smile as she unwittingly let out a moan in response - unbeknownst to her younger opponent, she had a very big soft spot for choking and pleasure. While at first taken aback by Anne’s reaction, Marl soon showed a twisted smile and resumed until her opponent’s spine arched as she came, unable to resist the pleasure which violated her mind.

  “Horny slut… You really DO…enjoy being dominated!” Marl said as she forced Anne into a sitting position and wrapped an arm around her neck. “Now how about THIS?!” With one arm choking her neck, she used her free hand to grope a breast while rubbing the sheep’s crotch with her heel. “Feels good, huh…? You like the abuse…? Well, that’s what you deserve…for being such a fucking bitch!”

  Marl kept going as she made Anne squirt a couple more times with a drunken smile, then forced her weakened opponent to stand so the torture session could begin. In a bout of sadism, the sheep began to strike at Anne’s face and belly with punches to extend her torture before slamming a heavy elbow to the jaw which made her see stars. Just as Anne was about to hit the mat, Marl firmly planted her foot and spun to perform a Roundhouse Kick which crushed the sheep’s face mid-fall - with blood, sweat and saliva splattering in the air, Anne’s eyes went distant and she dropped on her knees, twitching uncontrollably as her consciousness was drifting away.

  “Still not knocked out…?” Marl growled as she grabbed Anne’s horns. “Then how about this?!”

  Driven by an overpowering urge to destroy the woman who had tormented her, Marl drove her knee into Anne’s face to erase what remained of her consciousness, then kneed her face a second time for good measure before watching the large sheep collapse on the mat. One of her eyes was swollen shut, blood was leaking from her busted nose and swollen lips and she couldn’t stop drooling as the mat was stained, a clear sign that she had finally been knocked out. With her victory confirmed, Marl stomped over to the bar patron who had her pants and took it back with a huff, then put it back on and stepped on the sheep’s beaten face.

  She then took her phone out of her pocket and took a picture of her new victim, then accessed her social media account to make a new post. [“Remember that bitch who kept trolling on my account? This is her now.”] She briefly stepped back to get a better picture of her breast and crotch for good measure. [“I think she liked the beating. Must be a secret masochist or some shit.”]

  After posting the pictures online, Marl placed one foot on Anne’s breast and another on her face before leaning forward. “I’ll make this week a living hell for you…”

  The following day, Marl sat down on her couch with her face covered in bandages as usual as another ice pack was tied to her head. It had been an exceedingly painful match for her, far more than she had initially anticipated since she had been very confident in her dirty fighting skills, though the end result was worth it.

  “Hey bitch!” Marl shouted. “Where’s the damn food?”

  Anne walked over with a frown, her face still bandaged and bruised from their fight. All of her wool had been shaved off and she was left wearing a lewd maid outfit which left her breasts and pink panties fully exposed as she approached her temporary master with a tray of fresh food. Doing this was extremely embarrassing and the older sheep couldn’t stop blushing, but she was ultimately a woman of her word - no matter what Marl commanded, she would serve as her personal bitch and had to do as told without question.

  As Marl took a bite of the food, she leaned back on her couch with a pleased sigh. “Not gonna lie, you’re a good cook.” She then took a picture of the sheep with a cheeky smile. “You look very good in a maid outfit too. It suits you~” she said before pointing at her bare feet. “Now give my feet a good massage.”

  The sheep did as told and grumbled lowly as she went on her knees and massaged Marl’s feet. “As you wish…”

  Marl wagged her finger. “Hey, you forgot something important just now.”

  Anne bit her lip. “As you wish, ‘master’...”

  “Much better.” Marl snickered before taking another picture of her new servant in action, then relaxed to the massage and food for a while as she watched television. “Ah, you can stop massaging now, I’m satisfied.” She showed an evil smile. “Instead, I want you to suck my toes again like a good bitch~”

  The command made her shudder, but she sheep reluctantly obeyed and lowered her head to suck at her temporary master’s toes with slow, sensual movements. As she orally cleaned Marl’s toes, Anne felt a massive surge of shame violate her mind and she was mentally berating herself for losing to this foul woman, but she was still determined to have her revenge again in the future.

  While Anne was busy sucking her toes, Marl took another picture and posted it online alongside the two previous pictures. [“My new bitch is serving me well. Good food, good foot massages and obedient toe sucking~ Too bad it’s only for a week.”]

  With a pleasant smile, Marl continued to eat her food and watch television as her toes were sucked. “Man, this is life. You’re a much better bitch than I gave you credit for.” She then briefly glanced at Anne’s large breasts and narrowed her eyes before finishing her food. “Starting tomorrow, I think I’ll start practicing my punches on those tits of yours. They look like great punching bags.”

  Seeing the fear in Anne’s eyes filled Marl with delight, though her attention soon returned to her phone as she got new notifications. As she scrolled through the comments, she couldn’t help but smile seeing what people said before pausing with a frown.

  “That damn cat… Asking me to borrow you…” She crossed her arms with a pout. “Fuck that, I’m not sharing you with anyone. You’re my bitch and mine alone-...” She suddenly paused and scratched her chin in thought before a big, evil smile grew. “Actually…” she said before looking into the sheep’s eyes. “Hey bitch, I got a new command for you. I want you to fight Tabitha on the last day of your tenure as my bitch…and I command you to lose one-sidedly. Just try not to make it obvious.”

  Anne swallowed a lump in her throat as she heard that - it was obvious where this was going. “...Yes, master…”

  Days later, heavy thumps could be heard in the cage ring as Tabitha rammed a knee into Anne’s gut. The sheep was still wearing her revealing maid outfit and she was covered in bruises as the cat had spent the entire match dominating her. Although Anne had successfully landed some punches to stay convincing, it was still a very one-sided slaughter as Marl eagerly watched with a bag of popcorn in her hand. As Anne stumbled into the cage wall, Tabitha immediately gave chase, then unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks to the sheep’s face and body before delivering a crushing Knee Strike to the gut which made her vomit - less than a second following that, the cat brought her down with a Rear Naked Choke. It didn’t take long before Anne passed out and as she went limp in Tabitha’s grasp, the bell finally rang to signal her defeat.

  “Whew, yer as stubborn as usual.” Tabitha said as she released the sheep. “Yer fightin’ was a bit more sloppy this time tho’... Meh, I’m sure fightin’ in that outfit musta been hella embarrassin’ for ya, so I bet it musta been hard to focus.” She then stepped on Anne’s soft stomach with a cheeky grin. “But a win’s a win~” she said before glancing at Marl. “And a deal’s a deal~”

  Marl shrugged casually as she chewed her popcorn. “Yeah, yeah, she’s yours now. I’m already tired of that big-titted bitch anyways.”

  As the sheep walked away, Tabitha splashed some water on Anne’s face to wake her up. Anne was bruised, battered and most of all very groggy, but she still realized her situation as she saw the cat looking at her with a cheeky grin. Anne had been prepared for the worst when she agreed to the terms of a potential loss, but she had never in a million years expected Marl to be clever enough to figure out a way to extend her servitude. Nevertheless, she only had herself to blame for the loss and no amount of grievances or excuses would change that fact.

  “So,” Tabitha said as her tail wagged slowly, “I hear yer a damn good cook. Saw some of the pics that dumb sheep posted online and it caught my interest~”

  Anne sighed and slowly sat up with a wince as her bruised stomach was still aching. “Let me guess… One week…of serving…your whims…?”

  The cat chuckled. “Yes and no. I’ll be requestin’ some free food ‘n housecleanin’ services of course, but I’m not the same as yer former master~” She winked. “We’ll just have a good time hangin’ out, aight?”

  A tiny smile grew as the sheep chuckled in relief. Maybe the following week wouldn’t be that bad after all?