Konga vs Rachel (Patreon)

 The ring trembled to pounding flesh and slamming bodies! The crowd roared with aggression and lust as Konga and Rachel clashed in a hotly anticipated bout.

The octopus has overwhelmed so many other opponents, thriving in the ring with her incredibly impact-resistant body and her immense endurance, pinning her victims against the ropes and crushing them into submission with her natural gripping strength. Even Emma and Sylvia have grudgingly acknowledged how difficult it is to wear down Rachel, her octopus stamina lasting through dozens of rounds.

Konga's first two matches against Rachel went poorly, with even her world-class blows finding little purchase on her crimson rival's body. Fatigued from early all-out offense, Konga was trapped against the ropes and gradually wrestled into defeat, finally smothered into dreamland by Rachel's bounteous breasts. 

 Determined to avoid further humiliation, Konga studied the physique and culture of the recently revealed octopus species. She found that Rachel possessed a naturally extreme resilience against hard blows, even those to the head. Konga realized the one tested-and-true path to victory against an octopus was to beat her at her own game: grappling. Squeezing, crushing, and constant pressure were the keys to whittling away Rachel's invertebrate endurance.

Still, Rachel's stamina was demonstrably enormous. Any wrestling contest with the octopus would be brutally long.

But Konga was never one to shrink from a challenge. 

 The two rivals met for the third time under "Megaclinch" rules. The stage set for Konga was especially daunting: Unlimited five-minute rounds with minute-long breaks. No separation of fighters by the referee.

Konga and Rachel plowed together like bulls locking horns, their bodies mashing, pressing, and pounding. For the first time in a boxing match, Konga's punches were rare. Swings were replaced by body-thrusts, uppercuts replaced by thigh-slams to the groin. Gorilla and octopus shoved and struggled in sweaty, meaty embrace, all subtlety and caution abandoned.

Only occasionally throwing clumsy hooks into each other's sides, the women powered their voluptuous bulk into each other, battling to muscle their rival into the ropes. Nipple-to-nipple, belly-to-belly, pelvis-to-pelvis, Konga and Rachel rammed together, their primary weapons no longer their fists, but the jiggling, sweating mass of their entire bodies. 

 The clinching was constant but not slow, nowhere near boring. Their boots thudded heavily and often against the canvas as gorilla and octopus forced one another back and forth around the ring, repeatedly loosening their grip for brief moments before lunging back in with wet, meaty slaps. This barrage of short, vicious bodychecks was relentless, flecks of sweat leaping from their frames as their breasts, thighs, and butts rippled with each new impact.

Konga had dreaded the possibility of a sluggish, grinding stalemate, but now relished the brutal pace of her body-mashing struggle with Rachel, savored the sensation of finally feeling some give in the octopus woman. No disorienting blows to the face, no tricks, no cowardly maneuvers. Just the warm, smashing weight of tits crushing tits, the swell of bellies as they panted and moaned, and the small, hard pebble-feeling of their clits shoved up against each other through the fabric of their boxing thongs.

The two ramped up the pace of their clash, ruthlessly pressuring one another in womanly challenge. They collided every four seconds with husky grunts and growls. Then they slammed together every three. Plowed together every two. Then finally, to the glee of the audience and the savage joy of the fighters, Konga and Rachel reached an unbelievable pace. With each second, voluptuous gorilla and voluptuous octopus smashed each other. 

 The clinching duel had become stunning in its intensity. Locked together in head-on womanly war, refusing to surrender, Konga and Rachel's rivalry had blossomed into something both obscene and beautiful. Stubbornly, they kept pumping their chests together with their breasts squashed between them, bellies and thighs loudly slapping, pistoning asses powering their groins together again and again and again. The endless slamming clinch now resembled an overcharged mixture of sumo wrestling and lovemaking. Not a punch was thrown, only the thrust, the press, the lunge.

The grappling super-heavyweights humped and pummeled with ring-shaking might and frantic pace. They shared in each other's bodily punishment, absorbing equal damage and fatigue in this give-and-take. Mashing together woman-to-woman, they matched one another in aggressive stand-up fucking.

Konga refused to surrender. This bout had become incredibly grueling, two alpha bitches wrapped in each other's arms, locked into a duel of mutual destruction.

But Konga wouldn't quit.

Konga needed to prove herself the better woman.