Skullgirls Series - Filia (Patreon)

I am a very dedicated and disciplined fighter. Pure competition is all I live for and I allow no distractions whatsoever. My mental preparation is topnotch and nothing will ever weaken my resolve. I am nothing if not a warrior and on the battlefield, nothing else matters. In the heat of combat, an opponent is nothing to me but an opponent.

That… is the mantra that I found myself repeating in the mirror that morning, an attempt to psyche myself up and get into the right headspace for the night’s proceedings.

I am a fighter, to be sure, one with plenty of experience under his belt. But this was a curious situation I’d found myself in. Somehow I managed to become the only man to be asked to this invitational tournament. It was a brutal setup honestly, a one night round robin affair where we all had five matches in store for us.

At first, that was my main concern. But the night before, we were invited to the venue for a little hype ceremony in front of a small crowd. There, I saw my opponents for the first time and… um, I have a different problem now. I’m hardly a pervert or anything but I uh, worry about being distracted for this one. I tried to turn to them but all I could see was bits of features before sheepishly looking away. All of them at once were a little too much for me, so I didn’t get the best of looks… I was just trying to keep my cool and not draw a scene.

Fortunately I don’t think any of them noticed my sideglances. From my brief glimpse, it seemed as though they were all eying each other intensely… I had a feeling there was a history between those women that I was missing. This did give me reason to think they might come at me a little more casually than they did each other, which would be helpful.

Nonetheless, as the first match drew near, I took in a deep breath. I had to tell myself that I had the discipline to do this, that when it was time to put my fists up I was nothing but a fighter. It’s not like I was some hormone-crazy teenager, I wouldn’t even notice those curves when I was swinging at them.

I had to stop myself there, as I ended up making myself think about them… I had plenty more psyching up that I needed to do and no time to do it, as I was ushered out for my first round bout. 

I was paired against a young woman introduced as Filia, atleast that’s how I assume you spell that name. She looked a little shy as she stepped out there. She had extremely long dark hair, which somehow curved in a gravity defying way, from the front it almost looked like she had long batwings coming out of her back. She had some unusual accessory in her hair as well, a yellow band that just peeked out from underneath it and a row of small spikes on the crown of her head. Little sidebangs hung just above her unassuming red eyes. 

She was a tad short and her schoolgirl-esque attire would’ve made me wary of going near her, but this tourney had an age minimum. I almost wish I could’ve written her off as jailbait ‘cause that would’ve made it significantly simpler to ignore her allure… tightly packed in her top were a rounded pair of tits that looked enormous on her small frame. And her legs led up to remarkably thick, curvaceous thighs, which stood out all the more thanks to her tight leggings that came just up to them, creating a teasing little band of flesh between them and her short skirt. 

Those thighs looked powerful, but also hinted at something else to me; how… how big was her ass? That was the thought I had to shake free… l-like I said, I’m not a pervert, honest! I just… have a weakness for big asses, is all…

“Um… hey there.” she spoke up meekly, interrupting my train of thought. “This… might sound strange, but do I know you? Have we met before?”

“Hm…?” I mumbled, looking up to her face. I knew if I’d seen her before I wouldn’t have forgotten. “No… I don’t think so. Do I look like someone you know?”

“Mmm, no.” she shook her head, before donning something of a fighting stance. “Nevermind… let’s get started.”

She stood with her legs spread and her fists at her midsection, bouncing subtly on the balls of her feet. Her tits swung and her thick thighs tensed just a bit with every minute motion… I, swear I wasn’t looking for any of that, but from the distance and the angle we were standing apart from each other at, there wasn’t any way to look at her and not notice these things. Seriously.

Anyway, we approached each other, with me donning a fighting stance, trying to put my BJJ training to good use. As we neared, I reached out, taking care to keep my grip towards her sides… she was so curvaceous that it actually made me a little nervous, one wrong slip could see me groping her tits or her hips, they were so big that it was a little hard to avoid. Not great for a grappler.

She looked a little trepidatious herself… and I was so focused on my target areas, I barely even noticed her hair moving. This will sound… utterly ludicrous, but her bangs lunged forward and smacked my hands away, the follicles stinging my fingers. 

“Wh-what?!” I yelped as I hopped backwards. At first, I assumed that I was seeing things, but her hair continued to gyrate, and even she looked surprised.

“Come on then! You wanna fight?! Come get some!” a gruff, manly voice grunted from nowhere. It… almost sounded like it was coming from her hair.

“Samson, no!” she cried out, trying to hold her hair down. “I didn’t tell you to do that! I’m not sure I really need you for this fight! We talked about this, I need to get better at fighting on my own...”

“Yeah, but… but we’re a team!” her hair argued. I genuinely can’t believe I just recounted that.

“We are, but you’re like, the big guns… I don’t need to break you out against every random dude!” she disputed, before looking down at me with a sheepish grin. “Erm… no offense! For all I know you’re super tough and I totally will need his help!”

“Uh...” I stammered. How would I possibly go about reacting to what was going on before me?

Finally her hair settled down and she went into her usual stance. “Sorry about that! Let’s try this again.”

She tentatively approached me and though it took me a moment to get back in the game, she was atleast polite enough to give me a moment to regain my form. My mind was racing with questions that I knew I had no time to ask. Carefully, I reached forward, but she came in quicker this time.

Filia rushed in and grabbed my arm, turning her back to me as she set up a judo throw. That’s when I got the first glimpse of her backside, by chance of course, just before she thrust it back into my groin, pressing it firmly into my crotch. And indeed… her ass was huge, jutting out an awful lot. And man was it round and supple and it felt quite wonderful against my-

Not a pervert! Not a pervert at all, just impartial platonic observations! Definitely was not having sexual thoughts during a fight, I’m a professional after all! That said, she was able to land the move, tossing me over her head with a cute little grunt of effort.

I landed on my back and though she’d planted me, she looked unsure of what to do next. She just stood there for a moment, as I laid on the ground beneath from her. When I looked up I just happened to catch a glimpse up her short skirt… her panties were surprisingly skimpy, showing off just how luscious and thigh those thighs and hips really were.

“Hrm, let me see...” she mumbled to herself, thankfully not noticing the accidental upskirt I’d stolen. I knew I needed to make use of her uncertainty, so I grabbed her ankles and with a little yank, managed to trip her onto her back. She yelped, frantically struggling as I rolled onto my front and crawled forward.

The position saw me lying between her legs and… well I got another upskirt, this one from closer up. That I started unconsciously licking my lips a little was entirely unrelated. But in her struggling, she ended up kicking me in the chest with surprising power, the bottom of her shoe crashing into my pec and knocking me away. No doubt about it, those thighs weren’t just for show, they really gave her some kicking power.

The two of us both scrambled to our feet, with me a little shocked to be having this much trouble with someone who undoubtedly had a lot less fighting experience than me, let alone be so much smaller than I was, atleast in height.

Wanting to change the flow of the match and control the pace, I dashed forward, looking to clip her. But she seemed ready for that, grabbing my wrist as I approached and she rolled backwards on the ground whilst planting her foot into my crotch. She didn’t stomp it or anything, though she definitely pushed down enough to be uncomfortable, as she backflipped and sent me flying with a tomoe throw that again landed me on my back.

Of course… her short build and powerful hips/thighs meant she was perfect for playing the wrestler, she had all the leverage on me. For a grappler like me, that was a rather rough match-up to say the least. But fortunately, she was consistently bad at following up and finishing me off, too insecure about her own prowess to make full use of her athleticism…

As she warily approached, I was actually playing possum a little. When she least expected it, I managed to spring up to my feet and wrap an arm around her neck, pulling her into a headlock. Her surprised yell was pretty cute but I couldn’t pay any mind to that…

From the waist up atleast, I was certain that I had the strength advantage and that seemed to be true as I was able to push her, forcing her to stumble back. She didn’t seem to know what to do in that position, straining in vain as I slowly forced her to her knees on the ground. 

Once I got her prone enough, I could lock on a hold and hopefully get the quick submission… that was my intent anyway.

But suddenly, just as I was about to grind her against the ground, I found myself stopped. She seemed to figure something out as now her legs were doing the trembling… as she pushed her feet against the ground, she actually managed to slowly raise up in my grasp, despite the huge leverage advantage that I had on her at that point. 

With an elongated moan of effort, Filia fought back to the original position and I was struggling to keep my hold on. I looked down to see that her huge thighs looked even larger as they tensed up… not only succulent to the eye but genuinely muscular as well. That bizarre thought was pushed to the back of my head though as I felt that power being put to good use…

She dug her heels into the ground and suddenly she had the clear advantage. I tried my best to do the same, to plant my feet and push right back, but all I was doing was creating a trail in the dirt as my heels dragged through it. My arms shook, pained as she started pushing me with gradual ease.

Her legs shook, trembling with sheer might as she managed to force me back further and further at a gradually increasing speed until she was outright running, shoving me with great force as I collided with the barricade. That jarred my hold loose, forcing me to release the headlock as my spine shivered a bit from the impact.

“O-Oh! Sorry!” she chirped. “That looked like it hurt, I-I didn’t mean to go that hard! I was just trying to escape...”

I was more stunned than anything, my jaw having dropped. I knew there was some power below her waist but damn… she outright overpowered the hell out of me. The second she understood the technique at all, I was helpless to the might of those thighs…

Still, as I stood there, watching her scratch the back of her head, I knew there was an opening there that I had to take advantage of… so I whipped behind her and wrapped my arms around her, looking to toss her above my head with a German Suplex. 

She shrieked as she was momentarily taken off of her feet, but she struggled enough that she was able to touch ground again. Still, I had a firm grip on her this time and she clearly had no idea how to counter this, so I continued pulling, knowing a good German could end the match right there.

But as I was there behind her, struggling and straining, I… well, due to the adrenalin pumping and nothing else, became erect. Actually I had been for a while… and it was somewhat apparent, thanks to my thin spandex trunks, making a clear bulge, that she thankfully hadn’t seemed to have noticed up until that point. But she was about to…

Because whilst I had my arms wrapped around her looking for that suplex, and she attempted to counter with another judo throw, her powerful thighs looking primed to overpower me again, my erection happened to graze her ass… and then, uh, it also happened to slip underneath her skirt… and then grind back and forth like a windshield wiper against her supple, nearly bared cheeks.

Now, from a spectator's perspective, I understand how that might look, but… I mean in a fight, weird jerking motions happen and… it was all a matter of happenstance, honestly. N-No, really, it was! But she understandably didn’t really see it that way...

“Wh-what the heck?!” she cried out upon feeling this. Filia stopped short of throwing me, too distracted at that point. Sadly I also ended up ceasing my suplex attempt when I realized what I was doing, so I wasn’t able to take advantage. I saw her glance back at me, looking down at my erection just to confirm it was what she thought it was. 

I uh, hadn’t thought to remove my cock from underneath her skirt yet, and it was actually still pushing against her backside. And it… felt wonderful but that’s definitely beside the point, again, completely innocent in all this!

When I glanced up at her face, I saw a flash of anger as she faced away from me again. Through clearly gritted teeth she growled, “Not cool… NOT OKAY!”

I saw her hips buck forward, presumably just to get her ass away from my dick. But then I saw her actual intent, as she shot her hips right back where they came from… and her voluptuous ass crashed right into my crotch. It was big enough that it easily caught my entire genitalia, dead-on with the center of her ass. If we were nude, I might’ve split the cheeks right there… n-not that I spent any time since this fight picturing such a thing.

Certainly I had no time for perverted thoughts anyway, as this was actually extremely effective. The moment her booty bumped my balls I felt a jolt rise up through my body… I had considered wearing a cup today but opted not to bring one for full mobility. I swiftly came to regret it there… the pain was shocking and I might’ve collapsed if not for her taking tight hold of my hands, which were still pressed against her belly.

“Nnngghhoooohhh...” I groaned. I was trying to tell her that I could explain myself, but that’s all that came out.

Not satisfied with that, she thrust her thicc leg forward and proceeded to swing it back like a pendulum, firing off a back kick between my legs as she yelled, “Take THIS!” 

Fortunately for me, this was far from as devastating as it could’ve been. She wasn’t really in the right position for it at all, she’d have needed to be further away to really catch me. From her argument with herself, it was clear she was somewhat unfamiliar with fighting hand-to-hand and I got the sense that she’d never kicked anyone in the groin before… how lucky then, that I can call myself the first.

It might not have been destructive, but it still hurt enough to stun me. She caught me with the back of her thigh, and while the speed and power of the attack itself was lacking, I got another glimpse there of how much strength truly lied in those thighs, as even this was enough to cause a noticeable little thud. And it did well enough to set me up for her next move... 

Filia spun around to face me and put her hands to my shoulders, gripping tightly, her cute face blushing with shame and anger. I knew what was coming at this point and had no way to stop it… I’ll admit it; I was scared. 

And rightfully so, as she bit her bottom lip and put everything she had into kneeing me right in the balls. “Little LOSER!” she hissed as this time I got the full brunt of that thick thigh blasting into my groin with shocking force. It was big enough to easily catch both testicles, and it seemed she was intent on sending them right back where they came from as they slammed against my pelvis. 

I was squealing and mewling in pain as she gave me a shove to the chest, my limp body easily falling to the ground as she scowled above me. She really wasn’t aware of how easily she was giving away upskirts, but I was in no state to ogle her thin white panties, even if I were a pervert who did things like that.

“Ugh, honestly! I mean it’s one thing to get... hard around me, you… you can’t control that, I guess… I get it.” she reasoned, stumbling over herself a bit as this situation was clearly brand new to her. “But… there’s no way just grinding it against my butt like that is okay! I mean come on, man!”

“He did WHAT?!” her hair cried out and yes, I know, I still have no idea what to make of that, but her hair genuinely seemed to raise up and glare down at me, slowly growing out like terrifying tentacles. “That’s it, lemme at ‘em! I’ll rip him to SHREDS!”

The follicles seemed to change shape into the form of a few chainsaws and I was genuinely petrified as I laid there, stunned, just holding my nuts. But Filia put a stop to my beheading, patting her hair down. “No… I don’t think you need to do that, he just needs to be taught a lesson. Besides, I especially want him to myself now!”

Filia stepped up and leaped up into the air, performing a dive kick of sorts that saw her shoe bury itself into my sternum. I could only wheeze… I wanted to respond in some way, plead my case, apologize or fight back, atleast put up some resistance. But the pain was debilitating, I could do nothing but lie there cradling my scrotum even as she lorded over me and rained down stomp after stomp, pelting me with surprisingly painful blows to my face and torso.

She was still blushing madly as she stepped up over me, her feet at either side of my face, yet again mindlessly allowing, nay, forcing me to look up her skirt. Wheels seemed to be turning in her head as she seemed to hesitate on her next move. She began to hike her skirt up, befuddled as she spoke, “Y-You like my backside, huh?!”

Filia turned around and gave me the best view of that ass yet, further pushing the wholly unfair perverted narrative on me. Obviously from that position I’m going to notice how large and full and round her cheeks were, how smooth they looked as they damn near glistened in the moonlight of the night sky.

“W-Well, it’s… it’s about to humble you!” she yelled, before kicking her legs out from under her and sending that beautiful booty crashing down onto my face. 

This time was much more painful than the accidental occurrence earlier as she put her full, if petite weight down onto my face via her ass. And as it threatened to take in my entire head, she began shaking her hips to grind it in deeper against me.

Curse my particularly sensitive testicles, I was absolutely helpless under her, still unable to offer any real resistance, even as she bounced her behind up and down on my face. I could hear the stinging laughter of the audience as I was forced to endure this humiliation.

“Hoo, I can’t believe I’m doing this...” she whispered to herself as she hiked up and once more brought her ass down hard against my face, with enough force to create a noticeable smack. Finally she rolled away and scanned me up and down, orchestrating her next move.

I looked over to her with pleading eyes, but by chance my line of sight just happened to make it look like I was staring at her luscious thighs and of course she noticed this. “Tch! So you like ogling those too, huh?! Dirty boy, I’ll teach you a thing or two! They’re not for… for s-sex… they’re for fighting!”

She hopped up and dropped down onto my solar plexus, making sure that her ass, hips and thighs crashed into me with devastating force. The wind had been knocked out of me long ago and she was doing a great job at ensuring that I never got it back.

“Hm… yeah, I know how to really make you suffer with my thighs!” she remarked, as if getting an idea. She turned around and had me in a mounted position, her legs splayed at my sides. And then, she simply began to clamp them together, her thighs going to work on squeezing my torso as if she was trying to compress my ribcage.

This was an unconventional hold, again showing her lack of pure fighting know-how, but damned if it didn’t still hurt! She had the legs, the hips to make this truly effective… I was there squirming on the ground in severe pain! All the while, to any onlookers I’m sure it looked highly suggestive, as though she were getting ready to fuck my brains out, rather than put on a ruthless punishment.

Filia glared right into my eyes as she did this too, groaning and straining herself to put the hurting on me. She had my shoulders pinned down just to further make resisting impossible and despite my better judgement, my gaze lingered to her large breasts which were jiggling a bit as they hung down towards me… she noticed and, with a little growl, amped up the pressure even more, torturing me with those beautiful thighs…

I was absolutely floored by the fight I’d been put through, unable to comprehend what was going on. How was I being schooled so easily by this inexperienced young woman? How could someone so cute and even shy be so dangerous when angered? I tried my best to struggle my way out but I was completely overpowered at that point, drained of my strength.

Just for a little ‘fuck you’, she delivered a suckerpunch to my unprotected face, smashing her small fist into my cheek. It was light in comparison to her leg-based attacks but still not pleasant. She let me go as she did this and stood up again to deliver another swift stomp to my face, before raising her leg up high slowly, looking to truly knock my lights out with a finishing stomp.

For once I managed to mostly ignore the pantyshot, enough to roll out of the way of this stomp and leave her kicking the dirt. I desperately needed a breather, so I scrambled up to my feet as quick as I could and bravely turned to run away, a tactical retreat.

I wasn’t anywhere near my regular speed though, stumbling a bit as I rushed off. Not only did she catch up to me with ease, but she managed to leap up and vault over me, again making use of the power in her lower body. She landed in front of me, taking me off-guard. I skid to a stop, ending up on my knees right behind her, just as she was leaping backwards…

A furious so-called ‘hip attack’ bashed me right in the face, as she’d hopped through the air to send her ass crashing into me. This laid me right out on my back with a groan. She had truly kicked my ass with her own.

And she wasn’t done… she proceeded to hop up again as she vaulted backwards, and once more, her backside came down hard onto my face. This time she grinded down much more intensely and afterwards, was content to just sit there, her backside slowly stealing away my oxygen as I tried to fight it. I ended up just screaming in vain into her booty, which must’ve tickled a bit as she was clearly fighting off a giggle.

I had to just lay there and let her sit on my face for much longer than I’d like to admit. I thought I was going to end up passing out, frankly, but it seemed she wanted a little more pain than that. So she leaned forward, enough to give me some air to breathe, as she adjusted into her next hold.

“I’ve put some real thought into this one, and I think it’s some really nice karma for you!” she called back, as she coiled her legs around my head… no, not just her legs; I found myself wearing her powerful thighs as earmuffs. Thick, voluptuous, smothering… they sought to crush my head, and at the same time pulled my face forward to where the tip of my nose was still forced against her backside.

This put some immense pressure on my head, and was frankly the most demeaning hold yet. Her thighs’ grasp on me was so excruciatingly tight and solid yet cushioned, warm and snug and smooth and… and I hated it! And the extremely close-up on her backside was… a really bad thing too, obviously…

My pride as a fighter had, undoubtedly taken a hit and submitting seemed like further concession of weakness. But I had several more fights left to think about that night and I knew my odds of breaking the hold or putting a stop to her onslaught was unlikely. If I just kept taking the abuse, I’d be in no shape to continue fighting later.

So I opted to tap out, my hand smacking the ground. It didn’t seem like she noticed that however, so instead I made sure to do it again, this time while touching her… and wouldn’t you know it, I ended up smacking her hips as I did so, like a true sign of their dominance. Filia glanced back at me and an understanding dawned on her; she likely wasn’t that familiar with the concept of tapping out.

Her constant amateurish behavior only further plunged the knife into my ego… all the same, she did finally release me, letting me gasp for air on the ground as I writhed in pain. She didn’t look too satisfied as she stood above me, however, obviously having wanted my punishment to go on for a little longer…

To make up for it, she reared her leg back and delivered a surprise punt kick to the my scrotum, the top of her foot blasting my groin. I don’t think this was a full power shot at all, more for petty spite than anything, but it still hurt like hell and left me curled up in a ball on the ground.

“Jerk…” she cursed as she turned and walked off.

I was left lying there for a bit until attendants finally came in to peel me off the ground and aide me to the backstage area. After just that one match, I was already hurting in addition to getting some ruthless catcalls and insults from the front row audience members on my way into the tunnel. 

On the plus side, I had plenty of time to recover before my next match, as I sat there alone in my own personal locker room. I couldn’t watch the fights from there but I did hear them… they were loud and absurd, full of screaming and explosions… it got me truly wondering what the hell I was in for.

Still, it seemed like my opponents were having much longer and more draining matches than I’d just had. So everyone would go into round 2 a little more worn down than me… except for Filia, of course, who I had to send into the next round practically untouched. Oh well…

My nuts were still a little sore as I got up to head out into the arena into the next match, but all in all, I guess I was lucky that it didn’t last too long. Apparently my next opponent went by the name Cerebella. Definitely some curious names in this tournament, although… I couldn’t help but think that one sounded a little familiar...