This choice: They gang up on you first so you don't get away. • Go Back... Before you could even begin to comprehend your situation, the tigress's slender leg slips out underneath your legs, sweeps to the left to knock you off balance and then swings upward into your underdeveloped crotch. You squeal in agony as your unprepared ladyparts are pulverized by the muscular kick, but your scream is quickly muffled by the titanic titties of the lioness. She wastes no time in stuffing your face into her enormous cleavage to snuff you out.
Desperate for air after your muffled screaming fit, you futilely suck at the flesh in front of you, managing only to choke on the thin layer of sweat that your captor has developed from standing in the bright stage lights out on the canvas. You hear her deep-throated laughter all around you as it resonates from her muscular chest and your struggles begin to dim. Just when you nip at the sweet taste of unconsciousness, you're thrown from her dark breasts and onto the floor of the ring, nearly blinded from looking up at the overhead lights.
Of course, you only get a brief look at them before they're eclipsed by the fat rump of the tigress descending on you. She drops from her standing height(More than enough to create a massive impact on your soft face) and makes sure to wriggle back and forth to grind your face into her barely-covered ass crack. As you struggle, breathless, you hear a low cackle above you before the tigress whispers,
"Zebra always disagrees with my digestion..."
A chill runs down your spine just before her tail hikes up and a hot gust of air is blown out with the sound of a thunderous tuba. In your foolish, air-deprived state you suck in as much air as you can, not realizing that the air is nothing but the fetid stink of rotten meat, sulfur and pure, horrific methane. Your lungs revolt and you find yourself even more breathless. You hang on by a thread and make it just long enough for the Tigress to lift her stinking ass off you (but not before giving you another, short whiff. Aftershocks of her earlier outburst). You struggle to your knees, but you only suck in a few gasps of breathable air before you're hoisted up once more.
The Tigress has you between her claws and lifts you up to see the Lioness pulling open the arm of her top and lifting one buff arm to give you a view of her sweaty, furry armpit. You open your mouth to scream, but all you get of fit is a mouthful of oniony sweat and hair. The Tigress lets you go and the Lioness clamps her arm down to keep you pinned in the stinking hotbox of her pit. The odor is horrendous, less utterly fetid but more cloying and acidic than the Tigress's rotten meat gas. Uniquely horrible, is how you'd describe it if you weren't about to pass out from lack of air.
In fact....
That's it. You're out. You go limp and the Lioness senses it. She lifts her arm and lets you drop to the ground with a dull, dead thud. You're still alive, unfortunately, in fact you're just barely lucid enough to hear the two complaining.
"Aww, she's even weaker than I thought!"
"I say we take her back to my place..."
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