Furry wars: Toraki vs Marla (complete)

KO match - 2 out of 3 falls

Toraki threw out of the backstage with an impressive burst of his feline speed and agility. Grinning with bared fangs to the cheering crowd, he stretched out his paw-like hands to give running high-fives during his run to the ring.
Once there, the tigerboy would climb up the ring with a swift jump and a roar for the fans. He was all excited for his debut, though a bit nervous for not knowing who was going to be his opponent. All he knew was the organization had set up a mixed match... which was a bit uneasing to the young furry, since he had never fought against a female foe so far.

With a final, anxious preening of her hair, top and ears, Marla took a deep breath and walked regally towards the ring. She shook hands with random fans as she passed, and at the pleading of one in particular, took his hand and forced it against her breast, letting him fondle it as her eyes went up to lock with her opponent's as he did.

She was definitely surprised by the brawny feline in the ring, but kept her composure. She hadn't run into anything as physically intimidating as he was just yet, but wasn't going to let that rattle her too much. She wouldn't have come to a place like this if she weren't ready to face the unexpected.

She finally and gently removed the young man's hand from her chest before coolly striding to the ring and hopping onto the ring apron, bending low to show off the impressive curves of her rump and chest before rising to face Toraki.

"A pleasure to meet you," she said, giving a small bob of her legs in a makeshift curtsey. "And likewise, I would hope. I am Marla, second princess of Unula. And you are?"

Once he'd replied, Marla would extend her arms offeringly with a somehow formal air. She hadn't quite caught on that hugs were more intimate to most species than they were to bovinians (no one quite had the heart to, once she had them).

Toraki was ready to pounce and (figuratively) cut in pieces whosoever would come out to challenge him, but he felt like Marla's mere presence was craving his aggressivity to calm down. She probably did notice it under his furry face, but the tigerboy was blushing. "Uh... i.. i am Toraki, the tiger warrior...n-nice to meet you too M-Marla.. second princess of Unula".

Toraki's eyes widened in surprise when Marla opened her arms invitingly to greet him. Unsure of what was going on, he hesitated for a moment, then resolved to take an embarassed step forward, timidly walking in for her to hug him, stopping inches from her voluptuous breasts while he blinked up at her.

Marla smiled widely, a hair relieved. "Not such a horrible beast after all, now are you," she said sweetly, by no means trying to demean him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned into him, hugging him tight without doing any actual harm. She'd pat his strong back a few times and release him after several seconds of squeezing, smiling a bit more. "I'm sure we'll have a wonderful match, Toraki," she assured, heading back to her corner to wait for her opponent to do the same and the sounding of the bell.

"H-Horrible.. b-beasmphhh....??" The tigerboy's embarassed talk was stopped by Marla's hug, as she held him nice and snuggly against her warm soft bosoms. He could hear a strange soft sound as she did... like if her breasts were slushing with... MILK??!
He tried not to think much of it, though he could not help but let out a soft purring sound before she eventually let go, while the speaker announced the rules for this contest.
"Oh... s-sure... i believe we will... M-Marla-sama..." he replied, a little mesmerized when the bell finally rung and the match was started.

Marla would suck up a breath for focus, pushing her chest out what seemed like one more impossible inch, then closed in slowly on Toraki. While she had her doubts, she would offer up her arms in a test of strength.

The tiger seemed solid when she'd hugged him, but there seemed something uneasy about him that made her curious above all else. She was no slouch in strength herself, but it was mostly just backed by some martial arts training and a healthy weight rather than real muscle.

Toraki grinned confidently, baring his fangs as the tall bovinian walked closer to clench hands.
It was meant to be a friendly smile, though i could be mistaken, with his fierce appearance and all. But his words were friendly as well.
"A...t-test of strenght, huh..? Well.. let's do our best, Marla-san"

With that he flexed his muscles and tried to walk forward, hopefully forcing Marla back towards the corner. Due to size gap, her ample heaving bosoms were inches from his nose all the time, both alluring and intimiditading, almost threatening to engulf his embarassed face. Distracted and uneased,
Toraki hesitated for a moment, giving Marla the chance to fight back.

Marla pushed, but there was genuine strength behind his paws. She struggled, but was forced to yield several steps just to keep from tipping over backward, top-heavy as she was. Toraki got a facefull of bosom, apparently breaking his concentration as she shoved back full force to try and break the grapple and push him away. She'd hope to use this distraction so she could spin and charge him, spiraling her body to whip her barely-contained breasts into his head like milk-filled beach balls

"W-Wha...??? unghhhh!!!" Toraki had probably to expect such a kind of attack.. but he didn't. Her milk-filled juggs hit the target pushing a confused and embarassed Toraki against the ropes, causing him to bounce and forcefully running right into his voluptuous foe's clutches again.

Marla couldn't contain a small smile as she bested the tiger boy, rushing towards him and attempting to throw a clothesline his way. If she could get him down successfully, she would try to flip him into a position where she could apply a half boston crab, pulling at his left leg as best she could (with some awkwardness, not being a true wrestler as she was a martial artist)