Brutal Bunny Brawlers: Beginnings

Bunny girls specialized in teams. That was why, presumably, the owner of the massive bear woman so often had her challenge them, in order to prove just how good she was. And to be perfectly fair to her, she was pretty damn good. As skilled as the lapines were, they had been no match for the massive brown-furred champion of the local scene. She was arena quality, hell, she probably would have been in the arenas, but no licensed Lannistras had been willing to put their girls up against her. And for a pretty good reason, too. She was hardly gentle with her opponents. Sure, these were gladiator fights, they weren’t MEANT to be gentle, but still... You didn’t want to lose an investment in a prime fighting slave because you put her against a near-feral monstrous warrior. He understood why his father had warned him not to allow Elena to fight her. The gold-furred rabbit was powerful, but she WAS just a rabbit, and arena ready or not, he couldn’t imagine her surviving long against a beast like this. Only ten minutes into the fight, and the pure power of the bear woman had been made clear.  Already, one member of the three lapine team was lying sprawled out, legs spread in the corner, her neck twisted at an impossible angle. The second, smaller with a snow-white coat, wasn’t looking to be long for this world either, and certainly not for this match. She’d been less fighting the bear and more just trying to survive , but she’d been chased around the ring, but now, the large beast had gotten her paws on her. 

Usually when warrior slaves clinched up like this, it was some test of strength, a fight where the winner would be in a good position to dominate the loser. This time, though, one of them was fighting for a better grip. The other seemed to be fighting to escape, struggling against the bear woman’s muscles. She was doing a good job, the buns were hardly weak, after all, but at the same time... It would only be a matter of time. 

She tried to duck down, slip out of the grasp of the bear. He winced as she got her head out of the clinch, only to see those giant, boulder-like paws wrap around the bunny woman’s ears and YANK her back in, suddenly lifting her up into the air and letting her legs kick and dangle by her long, floppy ears. Despite all the battles he’d seen in his time, the sight was still a little bit more than he was happy about the idea of seeing, and he caught himself biting his lip, hoping that the bunny girl’s weight wouldn’t end up being too much for her ears to support, making the flesh tear, and sending her bleeding and crashing to the ground. Fortunately for him, the bear woman ensured he wouldn’t need to exercise his imagination for too long, the bunny girl would have another fate in store. The bear dropped her herself, letting the lapine fall to the ground on her hands and knees. But as she began to rise to her feet, the bear stepped forward, clenching the lapine’s head between her massive thighs in a standing headscissor. It was rare to find a warrior who had the sheer body mass, much less strength, to pull off this move, but the bear was no normal warrior.  

For a moment, he could only watch in shock as he saw the massive cords of muscle in her leg begin to tense, and the sound of the bunny girl’s screams could only faintly be heard, muffled as they were by the mass of muscular flesh. The bear didn’t even look at her victim, staring at her partner instead, but he couldn’t look away. He could practically hear the creak of bone against thigh muscle, and then...

*CRSH!*

A sound that started with a crack and ended with a wet squelch sounded out, loud enough to be heard throughout the room, and the bunny’s head was no more, nothing but a red dripping stain on the bear’s thighs.

After that display, the third bunny in the tag team was clearly scared as the bear stared her down. He could see her tremble a little, but a gladiatrix was a gladiatrix, and he knew her pride and training wouldn’t let her back away, even if it was certain death waiting for her. The bear raised her arm out, clenching her hand toward herself in the universal gesture of “Come and get me.” 

With one last swallow, she leaped onto the top rope and springboarded off of it, hurtling towards the massive woman with her whole body diving crossbody style. It was probably the best chance she would get, and almost certainly the right move. The bear wouldn’t be outpowered, but it couldn’t be easy to move all that mass, and she might be able to be taken down if she couldn’t react in time. 

Unfortunately, that ‘if’ wouldn’t turn out. The bear wouldn’t need to react to get out of the way or counter. The problem with the lapine’s assumption had been thinking that if she made contact, her opponent would go down. She made contact, but it looked like she had just dove into a wall, and the bear simply stood there, watching the bun fall at her feet. The bun looked up in fear as the massive woman reached down and grabbed the nape of her neck, yanking her to her feet. 

She ruthlessly pulled the bun’s head under her arm, wrapping around it in a bodybuilder pose. It was a position intended not just to crush her foe, but to intimidate anyone watching as well. She stared down any of the lannistra and especially the combatants in the audience, as her muscles bulged out against the last of the trio that had taken her on. The bunny’s hands grasped at her biceps, pulling hard, but it was no use. He winced again as the bear’s muscles flexed, and she twisted, watching the bunny’s eyes roll back in her head, her jaw hanging loose, and her arms falling limp. Her head remained trapped under the bear’s bicep. 

The rest of her body... Didn’t. It collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from the stump, leaving the head caught under the bear’s arm like some macabre, messy ventriloquist act. 

But what could he expect? They were only bunnies. 

Luka sighed as he turned back to his half finished drink. He should have been more appreciative, or at least he would typically have agreed he should, but this was, well... It was pretty much what he would have expected, right? It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate being permitted to take one of his father’s slaves out while he was busy at the larger arenas. He was an adult, after all. 22 years old, and being given the opportunity to command one of his father’s furry fighting slaves was a sign that his father had faith in them. It’s just that, well... Why did they have to be the LAPINES? Of all the species in the combat arenas, the Lapines were, without a doubt, the most timid, unimpressive, uninteresting, and, well, Boring. Of course, that was probably why he’d been given this one to watch over in the first place. They had a reputation for being simpler and easier to control than the others. They took orders better, and while they were as proud and as skilled as any other beast, they planned ahead. They didn’t just go out in a blind rage. Some people said that a bunny fight would usually be over before they even stepped in the ring, just by virtue of how many times they had planned it out. Of course they’d still fight, but both girls probably knew who was going to win. They specialized in teams, since their cool heads allowed them to strategize through their matches ahead of time.  

Of course, that was the problem, wasn’t it? They were tame. Compared to the more vicious beasts in the arena, they seemed weak. He wasn’t ANGRY at being given his father’s bunny girl, of course, he could hardly be ANGRY about being entrusted with one of the fighting slaves. And on top of that, barring the rather decisive battle he’d just seen, the only other fights there would be here were bunnies. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate it, he just... Well... 

“Can’t believe I have to deal with the fucking bunnies.” He grumbled, downing what had to be his fifth or sixth drink of the night. 

“Don’t knock ‘em, kid,” a voice next to him said. He turned to see a heavyset man beside him, “They might not be as big as lions or bears, but they’re wicked fighters.”

“They’re boring,” he answered back quickly, perhaps too quickly thanks to the drink.  “I don’t go to anthro fights to see girls go soft on each other.” 

“Nothing soft about what lapines do,” the man objected, “Just cause they don’t got claws, don’t mean they can’t hurt. You might think they’re pushovers, but you wouldn’t want to be in the ring with ‘em.” 

“Why not?” Luka answered, half-laughing. “Probably the only way I’m going to get any fun out of the night anyway.” 

The man raised his eyes, looking at Luka, then to his bunnies, then back to Luka and his own. “Well, if you’re feeling so sure of that,” he said with a small smile,  “Why don’t we make us a little wager. If these girls are so useless to me, why don’t you just get in there with ‘em, and you and your little golden girl can prove it? If you start in the ring, I’ll even let you go at her first.” 

Luka smiled, “You’re on,” he answered, looking to the bunny girls in the ring. 

He heard a low growl behind him, and looked back to his own bunnyslave. “Don’t worry, Maja,” he grinned at her, “I know they’re fighters, but you saw how well bunnies can do. I’m not exactly worried~” 

The continued growling from the golden lapine made it clear to him that his words had hardly reassured her, but that wasn’t too big of a problem for him. So she didn’t think she could fight. She was a bun, what did they know? He was going to show her just how well he could fight. And, hell, he’d get a new pair of slaves on top of it. It was hard to not see that as a great deal. Besides, if it turned out she was right, he could just tag her in and let her handle things. 

He approached the ring, eyeing the two lapines as he did. Inexperienced or not, he’d had to have some training in evaluating potential gladiatorial slaves for their skills if he wanted to be able to take over the family business one day. The taller of the two was gray, with long shaggy hair. There was a mean look in her eye, a bit of a glint, like a predator. Her body was lean and cut, but her coat was wiry, and a bit of a twitch of barely contained power in her. All the furry slaves were animalistic, but she looked a bit more feral than most. It wasn’t the type of thing one wanted in a slave. 

The other looked calmer, and in a hard-to-place way, softer as well. Her coat was mottled, black and white, and her eyes yellow. She was a little shorter, and the muscles that made up her body were hidden below just the smallest, most attractive layer of fat. You could see them when she tensed, but not at rest. This one would be a much better slave than the other, he could see from the almost seductive look in her eye. She was a bit thicker, too, and his keen eye did tell him that it was MOSTLY muscle, the full breasts and soft curves made her more attractive looking and hid the power…

At least from an amateurish eye, not a well-trained one like his. Her stance showed she wanted to serve, and while it may be her current master she was serving now, that was going to change. She had more control, more finesse...

The choice was obvious. 

“I want her,” he said, pointing to the animalistic, wiry grey. There was a slight gasp, and the mottled one raised a questioning eyebrow. Even his own golden bun was clearly distressed, and while she stood in the corner behind him where he couldn’t see, he could hear her scraping her foot on the ground in clear consternation. 

“Don’t worry, Maja. I know what I’m doing.” He said, and watched as the mottled one left. She seemed the more intelligent, the leader of the team so to speak, and gave him a look that said ‘It’s your funeral’ as she stepped back between the ropes.

He wasn’t worried, though, of course. He just stepped forward, keeping his eyes on the wild ones of the gray’s. Trying to recall the wrestling lessons from his schooling, he raised his hands, slowly circling, and offered to lock up with the grey and test their strength. Larger and  obviously more muscular than a human, even she looked surprised by his choice. Then again, he could hardly expect a bunny to know much about formal wrestling. He beckoned her forward with one hand, and she shot a questioning look back to her master at the bar.

“Go on,” the master told her, “Show the boy how strong you are.”

He continued to circle, until, with his back to her corner, she stepped up and clasped her hands to his. Her grip was stronger than he would have thought, like grabbing onto the claws of some ship construction crane down at the docks. He gave her an eager look, setting his feet and smiling. “Come on, gray, you heard him. Let’s do this.”

He set his feet, and pushed.

To his shock, he may as well not have even bothered. Trying to tense and lock his arms just made it hurt when she pushed back, and his efforts to resist were brushed away almost without trying. She stepped forward, holding onto his hands, and he was pushed back like a farmer pushes a plow through the softest, most fertile and smoothest soil. He was forced to take a couple steps back, and then when he tried to stop, he felt her power simply push and make him practically slide backwards. He glared up at her, eyes open in pure surprise... 

Then grunted out in pain when she broke the hold, and slammed her fist into his midsection. Her fist sunk deep into his belly, instantly knocking the wind out of his lungs. He sank to his knees, clutching his stomach and staring up, watching stars dance and the world around him dance and sway, as he reeled from the blow and temporarily struggled to regain control of his body. 

By the time he could get his eyes to focus on what was in front of him, she was gone. The question of where she had gone to, though, barely crossed his mind before he got the answer when he felt her arms wrap around his neck and pull him up immediately to his feet. He reached up for her coat, gasping out to try to get air through both the empty airway from her punch and the crush of her arm, but she had other plans for him. By the time his hand felt her powerful, muscle-corded forearm, she had already put them into motion. 

She wrenched him back, and he felt like the world was pulled out from under his feet as a burst of agony exploded through his neck and shoulder muscles. Then she twisted, 180 degrees around, and threw him towards her corner. He was sent stumbling, leaning too far forward and arms windmilling in the air, tossed out of control at the post. This was no professional ring, just some posts and canvas set up in a dive bar, and there would be no padding if he hit it head first. He tried to turn, set his leg, and jump in the air. 

“Ooof!” He let out a low grunt as he threw his back into the corner. The mottled bun had been resting her arms on the ropes, and he felt the pure muscle of her arms as he tried to rest his hand on them and regain his footing. Not that he would get much of a chance to do that. He looked out of the corner and saw the grey charging towards him, shoulder lowered.

“Oh f-!” He started to cry out, and she leaped forward and drove her whole body into his belly. He bent double again, grunting out as she charged into his midsection like a big, furious furry missile. 

“HHHFFFF!!!” The air escaped his lungs with a hiss, driven out as seven feet and several hundred pounds of wild bunny charged into him and he was folded over her back, feeling the rippling muscles against his body. She quickly stood, reaching out for his neck, and wrapping her hands around his throat. There was no finesse, no training, no skill in the move, but it was hardly necessary when she throttled him against the post.

“Gkk... Gllkk... Grrkk...” He choked out as she got both arms on his neck and began to squeeze. He tried to paw at her forearm, pull it off of him, but there was nothing to grip and no give to her body. It would be tempting to compare it to a statue, but she was more like a rock formation. Big, wild, and without give or mercy to unsure-footed hikers who could trip and crash into the jagged edges. 

His face turned purple and his eyes bulged, but there was no kindness in the eyes of the grey, no mercy. Without breaking her intimidating glare, she reached to her side, held out her hand, and tagged her mottled partner in. 

“UFF!” He grunted again, as he felt the mottled bun’s fist strike the side of his head with the force of a roofing tile hurled at an unpopular passerby. The world flashed and reeled again, and he felt saliva fly from his lips. He couldn’t quite see what she was doing, but he heard it and feel her climbing up the ropes behind him, to sit above him on the small platform. He didn’t know whyuntil he felt her legs reach out and wrap around his head and neck. Her thighs crushed his skull, and her calves his throat, his body weight pulled up close against hers. He reached up at them, and if he’d had the air to do it, he would have groaned in frustration when he felt her calves. He’d known she was powerful, but he hadn’t realized just how powerful he was until he felt the mountains of muscle put to use against him. She was short for a warrior beast, barely taller than he was, but between her massive muscles and full breasts and ass, she had to weigh more than her nearly seven-foot partner. 

“Rrgrggg... Grrf....” Her legs seemed to squeeze tighter, thighs bulging almost twice their previous (impressive) size, and he felt himself being raised up in the air, forced at least to his tip-toes by the bun’s musclepower. 

His whole body went into panic mode. He squirmed and scraped at her calves, failing to find any purchase on her silky smooth body. Her form was like a rock formation too, but not like a jagged desert rock, no. With her smoother body and better-kept coat, she was more like the white flecked, pitch black rocks that rested under waterfalls. Their edges were worn away by the rushing water, but they were no less dangerous for the unsuspecting traveler, who could slip on the wet stone and be sent tumbling to hard rocks or watery depths below. 

He scrambled, and for a moment when he felt his feet flat back on the ground, he thought the worst was over. Just a moment, though, not even time for him to acknowledge the thought, before he realized he was still tipping forward. With just the might of her muscular arms, she had pushed herself off the corner, and sent him tumbling forward toward the mat. To his horror, the ground was rushing up to meet him, and with her legs and weight wrapped around him, he couldn’t stop himself from slamming, skull-first into the mat. 

He didn’t know if he had been knocked out for a second or if she just moved that fast, but by the time he had realized what was happening, his legs were in the air, back bent, and abdominal muscles stretched beyond reason. Her thick, and far more muscled than he realized, ass pressed down on the back of his head, on his neck, bending it almost at a right angle, and his legs were forced to arch high above him. His torso felt like someone was trying to stretch his height an extra foot, and his back like he was being folded clean in half with a thousand pound weight. His body burned, his face was red, and he looked desperately back to the bar where the bun’s master was sitting. 

“Fuck, no! Please, stop them!” He cried out, but the man at the bar just laughed and shook his head, his face devoid of any pity. 

“You’re the one who made this bed, boy, you’re the one who’s got to lie on it.” The more experienced master answered with a laugh, standing up and casually walking up to ring side, “But if ya want a word of advice...”

“Yes! Fuck, what, anything!”

“Don’t get too excited with that girl there. The grey’s her mate, and she doesn’t take too kindly to humans that get ideas.”

“What type of... Ahhh~!” He gasped as he felt a strong hand rub over his bulge, “Oh fuck...”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

“Nngg... She’s the one who got the idea!”

“Yeah, funny thing, don’t think her mate cares that much.” 

He cried out in agony as the massive mottled adjusted her grip on his body, gripping lower to arch him higher,and to coincidentally molest him a bit more. He felt his excitement grow despite his best efforts, and biting his lips did nothing to stop the slowly increasing arousal. Of course, why would he expect it would work? If a near-broken spine wasn’t stopping this, a bloody lip wouldn’t. 

“Ohhh, fuck!” He cried out, as he felt his body bend farther in ways it wasn’t meant to. 

“That’d get you in REAL trouble.” The owner laughed. Luka couldn’t even think of a curse to give in response, all he could hear was the rush of blood in his ears her thighs as they stretched beyond him,  and his own anguished screams as the mottled bun tormented him. 

Then to his horror, he heard another sound through the mass of muscled flesh, the soft slap of one hand tagging out to another. 

“Oh god...” He groaned, and closed his eyes, clenching his jaw, trying to tense every muscle in his body. He didn’t know what to expect, but what he felt was worse than he could possibly have feared, as pure agony exploded in his already tortured abs. The grey’s massive bunny feet collided, two at once, with his belly as she leaped from the top rope and drove right into his belly. He tried to fold over from the blow, but couldn’t, and he swore his muscles ripped from the attack. A few seconds too late, the mottled bunny released him, his body fell to the ground, and was propelled forward a few inches by her hips as she pushed back on his head, almost crushing it, to rise to her feet. 

He could only groan in pain, barely having time to process the feel of a powerful hand clutching into his hair, before she pulled and he was yanked up to his feet. He felt some of his hair pulled out by the roots, but sadly not enough to stop her from bringing him to a standing position and locking her arms around his neck once again. He grunted out, held up to her chest, and he had just enough time to be impressed by the softness of her breasts despite her hard body, when he felt his pants suddenly pulled down to his feet and the cold air from being stripped wash over him.

He wasn’t being choked, but that was a small comfort, and if anything he’d have preferred it to distract him from the humiliation as peels of laughter rang out around the tavern. The firm grip of the bun before had done its work, and he’d already grown hard.  While his cock was nothing to be ashamed at, arousal at being physically demolished by bunnies was. Not that there was much time to focus on that, either... Not before he felt a warm, wet cavern wrap around his shaft. He looked down at the owner of the gladiatrixes questioningly, and the man shrugged.

“Want my advice?” He asked, “Don’t cum.” 

It was easier said than done. These may have been gladiators, but there was a reason most praised buns more highly as pleasure slaves. With one intake of breath and a long swipe of her tongue along his shaft, his knees began to knock and eyes rolled back like he was at the end of a chokehold rather than the beginning of a blowjob. His time training to manage gladiators had included no advice on how to hold back when a bunny starts blowing you (though a little bit on how to get them to stop if it annoyed you, there was a reason for the phrase ‘breeding like rabbits,’) and his few times with the city’s human prostitutes was nothing compared to the dripping tunnel of oral pleasure that he was subjected to now. A few more hard sucks and he had no choice but to pull his hands from the grey’s arms and place them on the mottled bun’s head, to try to stop her assault, buy time to get his bearings. 

It might have bought him a second, maybe two, three if you were particularly generous to the slight interruption of breath when his hands touched her head. Even that was a lifetime (or a good percentage of what he had left, at least) in the mouth of a skilled lapine slave, and he quickly felt her skills overwhelm his willpower. Cum exploded from his shaft and into her throat, firing quickly, shot after shot after shot, heavy thick bursts of seed into her.

She stayed on and sucked hard like a good girl, stopping just before the last few twitches. Then she pulled off, and rose to her feet. Cum dripped from her lips as well as his cock, making what happened clear to everyone. 

“Oof... She’s not gonna like that...” The owner said, and he gave a pleading look before he felt one hand press to the top of his head, and the grey’s bicep tense under his chin. Anything he wanted to say would have to wait forever, or at least until the bun’s owner showed up in the afterlife. His eyes wide, he could only hope for a miracle. 

He got one, or at least something that shared a few letters. A gold streak rushed by his head, and in an instant, he felt himself and the mottled rabbit thrown to the side, and the grip on his head released. As he fell to the ground, he was able to feel the first few seconds in what felt like hours where he wasn’t being tortured by trained lapine gladiators. He heard a low smack and a loud “Nngggf!” as the grey bun was slammed into the corner. The ring was only 16-by-16, larger than the arena standard, but still impressive to get all the way across in the half second she had. As the golden bun began to slam her fists into the grey’s midsection, though, he didn’t have time to appreciate the sight. He saw the mottled bun starting to rise to her feet and, with more guts then sense, launched himself bodily at her.

Whether he had picked a perfect time or she had just not been thinking about the human now that a real threat was in the ring, when his body struck hers                                                                                                                                                , they both fell to the ground and rolled, until coming to rest with him on top of her broad back. 

From here, he could see the beautiful body of his golden rabbit as she pummeled the wild and wiry grey. Maja’s fists slammed into her belly, bruised her abs, then uppercutted and crushed those tits. Bunnies may have been known as scientific fighters, but there was very little science to the assault, just a wild, savage beating that his bun began to inflict on her opponent. He tried to spread his legs enough to keep the mottled fighter down and enjoy the glory of his girl, but she was already starting to move.

He may have known that she was strong intellectually, even felt it when she was crushing him, but in the blitz attack, he hadn’t had a chance to appreciate just how much pure power rippled through the muscles of the woman beneath him. This bunny girl was built to fight, and though his legs were spread, he felt her beginning to rise to her feet beneath him. Desperate to stop her from interrupting his girl’s assault on the grey bun, he wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her to his chest and just trying to choke her so she couldn’t charge in. 

The golden lapine continued to pummel the grey in the corner. Deep purple bruises formed on hard slabs of abdominal muscle. The sounds of his gladiatrix’s fists smashing into the bunny’s body echoed through the area, drool flecked from the overwhelmed grey girl’s lips with every pounding slam of fist into flesh. As he fought to keep the massive mottled rabbit restrained, gold pummeled her lover like ground meat, working over her abs before moving up to her breasts. Her fists pounded into there, too, and while those breasts were a little smaller than the big girl he was on top of at the moment, clutching onto and trying to prevent from interfering, the strikes were still coming with enough power to ensure the sound of pummeling bunny-boob boxing would echo throughout the whole tavern. Those breasts began to turn purple as well, and the grey was clearly suffering, shaking as she was abused by Maja’s attack. 

Maja finished her rapid-fire pistoning assault by stepping back, and then delivering a hook punch across the gray girl’s jaw. The sound of knuckle meeting bone was like the crack of a whip on a beast of burden’s back, a loud crunch followed, and a single tooth and burst of blood spat from the grey’s mouth out onto the ground. There was no denying that she was not just hurting and suffering, she was dazed. The look in her eye, though, told him that she was furious as well. Furious, and eager to try to crush the gold-coated bunny bitch who had been abusing her like that. 

It looked like Maja wanted to give her a chance. Before the blood from her mouth even splashed onto the mat, she had stepped back, giving room to the wild grey to come after her if she thought she was strong enough. Bunnies, even the wilder ones, were known to be more calm and thoughtful, but the repeated pounding blows and heavy cross-jaw punch seemed to have knocked that characteristic caution out of the grey girl’s body. The look in her eyes made it clear she was thinking of only one thing, crushing Maja just like she had crushed her owner. 

Maja just stood strong and stared, daring her without words to try it. The grey did, and the gold-coated girl reached out, grasping her by her long ears, and twisting. Even he had to wince as she used the sensitive organs as improvised handles to twist, and drive the grey’s head between the ropes, letting the momentum she’d provided with her charge send her tumbling through. Her lanky body landed on the ground in a heap, stunned from the blows and clutching her injured ears. 

It was a shocking sight. Even he was a bit bothered by the viciousness, or he would be if he wasn’t so excited to see just how tough bunnies could be. That excitement couldn’t last forever, though. With her lover injured, the mottled rabbit he had been holding onto was furious. Before he could even think of doing anything to stop it, a heavy hand reached up, grabbed him by the back of his head, and pulled down forward with all the muscle she could manage. 

The beasts were stronger than humans by default, and she was strong even by that standard. He could do nothing to prevent it, she pulled, and he flew straight over her shoulder, his back crashing to the ground. He cried out and clutched it in agony, watching as the mottled lapine charged towards Maja, spit and his own seed dripping from her mouth and giving her the look of a frothing wild animal. 

Maja didn’t seem to even see her coming, she was standing by the ropes, staring down at the injured gray. She didn’t even react... Until it would have been too late for the mottled woman to stop in her tracks. Once she was close enough to feel the big bun’s breath on her body, she turned, reaching up and grabbing the back of the grey's head, fingers digging into flesh, and rushing forward. Rather than stop her opponent in her tracks, she just kept her going, driving her skull into the turnbuckle. 

She impacted the turnbuckle with a loud *Thunk*. From his place where the massive woman had thrown him, he winced at the sound of her skull meeting metal. His warrior, though, was far from ready to back off or have mercy. While her head rebounded just a tiny bit from the impact, Maja clutched her hand tighter into it and pulled, sending the big bunny crashing onto the ground so hard he felt the ring shake from the impact. Before she could even start to rise to her feet, Maja was already on her, sitting firmly with her legs on the other lapine’s throat, and delivering a skull-rocking punch directly down with all her strength. 

While the larger lapine was still reeling from the blow, Maja started to slowly squeeze her thighs tightly around her neck. Cords of muscle bulged out from her legs, squeezing shut the throat of the larger woman. Muscles like mountain ranges moved under light colored flesh as Maja slowly increased the pressure on her opponent’s throat. The big bunny's eyes bulged from exertion, and her hands gripped at Maja’s calves, but there was no luck when it came to removing their iron grip from her airway. Despite her previous dominance and control over his body, he could finally see the weakness hidden beneath, the desperation growing in the huge woman’s eyes. She rolled and rocked, desperately trying to disolodge Maja from her seat, but there was no give in her grip, and no mercy in her glare.

She bucked and twisted, without much progress, before finally slamming her hands flat against the ground and trying to buck up and shove her off with one huge heave. It dislodged Maja from her perch, but not from her neck, and both wild warriors found themselves on their sides. The slight progress for the multicolored rabbit girl quickly turned against her, though, as without the need to keep her neck on the ground, Maja was able to wrap her rear leg all the way around the back of the neck, and squeeze tighter so that the other woman’s neck was being crushed against pelvis instead of leg. Any attempts to breathe would be crushed down by Maja’s legs, and any air that got through would reek of the sweat of her crotch from the heat and exertion of the match, and, he would guess, at least a certain bit of enjoyment. 

The more muscular (or at least more thickly muscled) woman slammed her hands down on the mat again, forcing herself off it and rolling once more. It seemed to do very little, at least at first, pushing her tormenter’s shoulder to the mat, but even if pinfalls could happen in battles like these, the match had clearly devolved far past the point that any referee could stop it. It was an all out war, and there was no clear reason, at least as far as he could see, for her to prefer being choked out on her front instead of her side. 

She showed him the reason. With the golden girl pinned on her back with her hips and legs hiked up, there was now enough room under them for the mottled woman to place her hands on the ground in a push-up position. He didn’t realize, at least at first, why she was doing it, but Maja clearly did, reaching up to grab that huge head and squeeze tighter. 

It was a nice tight grip, but it wasn’t enough. There was too much power in that smooth coated body. With muscles rippling like smooth obsidian and sanded marble, she reached out and cupped Maja’s hips in her hand, and placed one foot flat on the ground. He gasped in shock as she squeezed the golden bunny’s hips tight, and in one great, overpowering movement, rose to her feet, lifting Maja clean in the air! Now it was the gold who was desperate, or at least was fighting harder to get the match over, as the big-bodied bun stepped slowly towards the ropes. The mottled woman had an almost sadistic look in her eye as she prepared to throw Maja down hard onto the floor of the tavern, crash her all the way out of the ring, and likely leave her to the mercy of the great gray beast who had gotten to her feet and was watching with a wicked smile, eager to have Maja delivered to her with a crash. 

Maja had other ideas. When the mottled girl started to throw her down, she released the head and grabbed the ropes, clutching her thighs tight, and rolled backwards. The grip of her legs and power of her abs not onlly allowed her to land on her feet, standing on the apron of the ring, but also sent her opponent crashing face first onto the ground below. 

His jaw fell open in awe at the power and skill of the counter, but it was clear that despite the successful attack, the golden lapine was far from finished, not even meeting his gaze, looking back like she was measuring something. He rushed to the ropes like a child rushing to the edge of a zoo’s pit, and gasped in shock as he saw that, despite the tumble, the more muscular of the two opponents seemed hardly affected. She was built like a tank and seemed just as hard to hurt, and she was slowly bringing herself back to her knees like she’d merely tripped over the lip of a sidewalk and not fallen from a ring to the floor. 

While he was impressed, Maja was reacting. He felt a bit of bounce in the ropes, and saw turned his head to see her feet on the middle rope, propelling herself backwards, twisting a full 180 degrees around as she did, so that her huge footpads landed square in the middle of the mottled fighter’s back. She stumbled forward, and in a move that he could scarcely believe had been intentional, the blow not only sent the mottled stumbling forward, but it drove her head into the rock hard abs of the grey. 

He could scarcely imagine how his gold could not only have perfectly delivered the blow, but landed on her feet with enough balance to keep up the attack, but land she had, and while the grey was driven backwards and bent over, Maja darted forward, and wrapped her arm once again around the gray’s head, pulling the forearm up under her throat in a standing guillotine squeeze. 

Of course, if being thrown bodily from the ring unprotected to the ground hadn’t stopped the smoother and more composed of the two fighters, being kicked in the back and smashed into abs was not going to end this either. She rose to her feet, and began to approach his gold from behind. 

“MAJA! LOOK OUT!” He called out, but she didn’t need his help to handle the clearly inferior pair of bunny battlers. She kicked her massive legs off of the ground, without letting go of the guillotine hold, and just as the mottled got close enough, she opened her legs and then squeezed them tight again. To his shock as well, no doubt, as that of her two opponents, Maja was now suspended in mid-air between them, arms and legs locked tight, crushing the necks of both her foes with one hold. Bunny battlers were masters of teamwork, but there was only so much communication, verbal or not, that could be done when a woman is squeezing your throat like a hydraulic press. Both arms came up to the powerful limbs that held them captive, but whether it was a matter of how much air had been stolen or just how tight the figure-four and guilllotine holds were, they could make no headway against Maja’s overpowering grip. He could see the grey’s face start to turn as purple as her abs and breasts had, and the muscles of the massive mottled quake as they were cut off from oxygen. 

Soon, her redwood-trunk legs could no longer support her weight, and she fell hard to her knees. The force of such a beast smashing into the floor, especially on the hard pointed knee, sent the whole room shuddering, with the owner of the two battered buns looking on in shock as his favored fighters were being easily destroyed, both at once, by their single foe. Maja had overwhelmed them as easily as they had overwhelmed him, and now the tank-like mottled’s eyes were rolling back and tongue starting to loll as her conqueror crushed her throat. 

It was an exciting sight for Maja, but her ability to maintain the hold was dependent on her ability to keep BOTH girls in the air, and not even her awesome abs, core muscles, and thighs would be enough to keep airborn if the bunny behind her lost her strength. Rather than hold onto it for as long as she could, she made a decision to end the struggle early. She released the hold, pushed her feet in the other woman’s face, and kicked off of her like a swimmer off the back end of an olympic pool. 

There was more power in those legs than looked, even when they were choking out such giant beasts, and the big bitch was knocked bodily back, her skull smashing into the corner post with a large clang. It was a perfect maneuver, but Maja clearly didn’t have time to appreciate it. She was still in action. She used the momentum from kicking off to post up almost all the way to the sky, her feet pointed directly toward the ceiling. He was impressed,but she wasn’t finished. She kicked out and brought her body back down, the force of the attack too much for the grey to resist, and fell down to her back, driving the grey’s skull into the ground with a sickening crunch that made it clear that, if she was going to rise again after that, it would not be for quite a while. 

His whole body was tense with excitement as he watched Maja’s chest heave, taking heavy on the ground, slowly recovering from her beating of the two women. They were good, sure, but she had been better by far. She was incredible. He wondered how he’d ever doubted the ability of bunnies to put on an awesome performance, to be true conquerors in the ring. Maja rose to her feet, and those in the tavern who dared applauded. She stood over the two fallen buns with pride, looking down at them. He saw her eyes flick to the mottled woman. Impossibly, it seemed that she had STILL not been totally taken out of the fight, and was trying to stagger to her feet once more. She managed to raise her head a few inches off the ground... Before Maja, in one final overpowering blow crushed it back into the post, the sound of the impact making it clear that this time, she would have no choice about staying down.

Maja stood proud and met his eyes, a magnificent warrior. He had clearly been mistaken about buns, they weren’t weaklings, or at least not all of them. Any creature that could dispatch two powerful opponents with such ease was not only worthy of being in his gladiator stables, they were worthy having a chance to challenge - and crush - The most powerful, vicious opponents the world could present. He nodded to her, and his eyes scanned the room, looking for the feared, brutal bear bitch and her owner. She was a terror to the fighting circuits... And now he knew just the fighter to bring her down. Bunny girls specialized in teams. But this one was a champion all on her own.