Furry wars: Toraki vs Marla (complete)

Toraki saw the clothesline coming and he managed to swiftly duck it, continueing his run to the opposite ropes, where he took a boost to jump forward, hopefully pouncing her busty opponent. He went for the flying body splash with a soft growl, but his claws would be left in his paw-like hands, as always when he was not involved in violent fights and especially when, like in this case... he felt strangely allured by his beautiful curvy opponent.

"Ooof!" The splash was dead on, chests clashing and bringing Marla down under the tiger's weight. Her chest gave her some mild padding but she was still largely winded by the impact.

She'd cough, stunned underneath him for a bit before she would try to grab his shoulders and roll him onto his back with her on top. If she couldn't, she would just wind up struggling harmlessly besides rubbing her breasts against his chest.

Toraki grinned for a moment, satisfied of his succeeded maneuvre. In a normal match, he would follow with a pin for the count, but this was a KO match...

The tigerboy hesitated, uncertain of what to do and distracted by the feel of her sensual squirmings, so she could turn the tables and he was pinned with her large breasts dangling inches from his face, which tough expression shifted into and a cute blink of his eyes. "G-Gasp.... m-milk...." he murmured with blushing face, trying to fight it as Marla's filled bosoms were probably triggering his feline taste for milk, to his further embarassement.

"Hmm?" Marla would take note of the tiger's unconcealed reaction. "Well yes. My, does kitty have at thing for milk?" she'd tease, giving a soft shake of her chest and emitting another subtle sloshing sound to his sensitive ears. She'd lean in closer, trying to pin down Toraki's powerful arms with her palms as she lowered their full warmth onto him. She would balance it tentatively on his fuzzy chin, covering his mouth. Any further struggling would tug at her top, which she'd largely ignore almost in hopes of freeing her breasts to use their full potential.

"W-Wha...? w-wait i donmmmffff...".
Marla's slushing breasts had a sort of alluring effect on poor Toraki, which effectively preventing him from fighting all out: to her amusement, she could notice his face blush in spite of his tiger fur, while her bosoms came down to playfully cover his vision and muffle him.

That could not be... she was teasingly trapping his face in such a teasing womanly hold!! The fact is, he really HAD a thing for milk, being a half-feline and all. And that would make it even more embarassing. Toraki started struggling, unwittingly cooperating in worsening his predicament as his face to tugged and pulled off Marla's top, allowing her bountiful breasts to jiggle and bounce freely.

He was now flexing his muscles, trying to get himself out of the embarassing hold, but the "incident" distracted and uneased him even more, causing him another dangerous hesitation. "mnnnpffff... mnnnhh...??"

"Oh!" Marla gasped, mostly out of surprise rather than embarassment when her huge, bouncing breasts were revealed. Marla caught herself admiring his muscles for a moment, the raw power behind the bumbling feline, and was knocked aside, tumbling over the mat a bit. It was more disorienting than painful, so she simple wound up on her but, leaning back on her arms with her pride and joys thrust out, nipples perking a bit from their intimate action.

If Toraki took too long to capitalize, Marla would attempt to move in and squat down to apply a headlock, forcing his face into her right breast once again. "There, there, kitty... no need to struggle... mama's gonna take care of you..." After wrenching it on a bit, she would attempt to turn her body in a practiced motion to feed her nipple into his mouth.

Distracted by her womanly charms, Toraki was too slow to react and the cowgirl had her way to catch him in her headlock. "M-MAMA...???" he repeated with a cutely embarassed voice, as she pressing the side of his face against her warm breast cooing teasingly.
"Ngrr... i-if you think you can keep me prisoner in this basic h-hold... you...MMMMFFFFF....??!!" his words were effectively silenced as Marla would force her nipple into Toraki's mouth, trapping the shocked tigerboy in a taunting motherly hold.

"mnnghhh.....!!!!" His eyes widened in embarased surprise and he flailed his arms in enticed confusion, while she had the chance to adjust him in her hold. Was she really aiming to..... NURSE HIM??! The tigerboy squirmed in her embrace, muffled against her soft boob-flesh as he softly tried to pull his face back.

Marla would have some trouble holding the powerful tiger steady, but maintained her lock on his neck. She would start releasing her milk, an aphrodisiac in this “homemade” little formula. Sheâ€d hope to heat up Toraki and distracting him from his will to fight. Even if she was aware of his “chibi” state, she wouldnâ€t even be sure if it would make him change back, as it would be winding him up as well as turning him on.

"Nghhh...???" His eyes widened in shocked surprise when the warm liquid flew in his mouth and he had to swallow.
What was she trying to do here...!? Make him look like a baby in front of the crowd??!! The tigerboy let out a soft snarl against her flesh, willing to push her off and give her the payback....

But, her milk tasted good and.... she was so beautiful and sexy. To his embarassed surprise, Toraki realized a bulge was growing in his wrestling pants, and thinking straight was virtually impossible with her warm alluring breast pressed agaisnt his fuzzy face.

He started fondling her breasts with paws and sucking on her nipple, as the arousing effect started working on him. "Mnff.... s-suck... suck..."

"That's right," she urged, running her hands down his chest and twirling his fur gently between her fingers. "Drink deep, sweetie. It tastes good, doesn't it." She spoke to him softly, scratching gently over his belly.

She gasped gently as her arm brushed against his bulge, mostly surprised by its size, It was her first encounter of a beast man, particularly a metahuman in this league. She'd reach down and gently squeeze it through his pants. "Glad to see you're enjoying it so much," she purred, her leaning down popping her nipple from his mouth. She didn't want to use up too much milk just yet, but was also curious to see what affects it would have on her opponent.