LUW: Leather Underground Wrasslin (Patreon)

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DING! DING! 

The multi-floored Wrestle Coliseum buzzed to life with the cheers of  fans and acrid tango of stale popcorn and gamer sweat. White spotlights  blared across the ring and the combatants within it, revealing every  bead of sweat and nerve-clenched muscle on the jumbo-trons with the  precision of a surgical presentation. 

On one corner stood Leather Ratty, a long running, small time heel with a  heavy, stout frame. His limbs were short, but he still dwarfed his  opponent. He tilted his cap to cover his furrowed brow with a grave  darkness. A thong of sleek, black leather bulged with his sizable mass,  wedged in the back to accentuate a set of well cushioned, purple furred  buttocks. A treasure trail of pubic mane hung proudly over his  waistline. A set of suspenders loop over his belly bulk and equally  bushy chest, nestled between moobs. 

His booted feet thump heavily against the mat as he squatted into a  fighting stance, low and heavy. He watched as his opponent--a lean,  small, brown raccoon woman by the name of Natalie--darted toward him  with surprising speed. Her large, masked eyes locked right onto the fat,  purple rat, and her bushy tail bounded joyfully behind. 

“It’s a pretty big crowd for a newcomer. You must be special,” Ratty  teased. He plucked the gum cigar from his mouth and flicked it hard. It  bounced off the raccoon’s forehead with a hefty thump, right off the  headband carrying her curled bangs, and knocked her off balance for just  a moment. 

All it took was a single wobble in her step. 

Ratty finally moved in a low scuttle. His speed and weight displaced the  air around him. He pivoted just past Natalie, maintaining balance and  quickness with all four limbs. But then there was his tail. The thick,  snaky worm moved on its own, catching Natalie’s foot like a vine. With a  flick, he whipped the feet from under her. Her face slammed against the  mat hard enough to send a ripple under Ratty’s soles. 

“Bwa-haa-haa!” Ratty busted into a deep, throaty laugh. He took a moment  to scan her build and her pitiful twitches. He laid on his side right  next to her, leaning on his elbow. His flab spread across the floor. A  toothy grin stretched across his tufted cheeks. He gripped Natalie by  the back of her head and peeled her face off the mat, relishing in the  texture of her pancaked, shocked expression as it stretched like chewing  gum before letting out a long shliiip, just like duct tape. 

Ratty’s eyelids hung half open and heavy. He almost looked bored.  

“Hey honey, welcome to the federation~” his voice rasped like cheese  graters in Natalie’s ears. Her face burned as he presented her  pancake-face for all to see. His finger and thumb gently pinched and  rubbed, enjoying the plushness of her fur and already plastered  wild-take contorting just a bit more. 

“Get up already!” 

“Do a mistyflip!” 

The audience chatter faded from laughter to annoyance. 

Ratty suddenly glared to Natalie. His beetled, thick brows stern enough  to shock her back to reality: she got whooped in the ring by a tail  trick, and now this lube-breathed dork was toying with her. His look  almost commanded her to get back up, anything to keep the match from  fizzling out this quickly. 

“Y’know. Your fur is silky and full, but what’s your theme? A unitard  and headband? What are you, Rambo? A rogue acrobat living under the  trampolines? I’ve eaten plenty of gymnastic foam blocks before, but you  gotta work for a living. You can’t sleep here!” 

“Look who’s talking!” Natalie strained through her teeth as her head  wobbled and bent under Ratty’s pawing, “That’s coming from a guy dressed  like a Rocky Horror extra, from a deleted scene.” 

“Oooh, snappy! Let’s see how you- What the hell is tha-!?” 

SPLURTCH! 

The suspension boards beneath the ring creaked ominously, ringing  throughout the stadium. Every inch of Ratty’s plumpness disappeared  under a giant, furry foot. Natalie smiled. Her head filled back out with  an elastic pop.  

The audience gasped from the sudden turn of events. After regaining her  senses, Natalie used her limber transformation abilities to swell her  foot to the size of an elephant. It only took a moment to stretch her  leg over Ratty’s head while he gloated, even spelling out the word  ‘loser’ with excellent cursive, before dropping it down like a piston. 

Natalie’s massive toes clenched and her meaty pads pounded mercilessly,  kneading Ratty into a purple dough. After a few seconds, he spread  across her arch and squeezed out from the cracks of her toes like a  play-dough mold. 

Ratty gurgled and groaned as over a ton of foot, dirt, sweat, and  dexterous, brutal gripping reduced him to a shapeless film. With a twist  of her heel, he smeared into a stain with wild, walled eyes blinking at  Natalie. 

“Huh? I thought you were a big man. I guess that’s all fat, though, if  you can’t even fight this,” Natalie said with a sharp chuckle. She  shrank her foot back down to normal size and stepped gently onto Ratty. 

“What a greasy stain. I better tap you out so the service workers can  get scraping.” Natalie’s description brought cheers and slapping meat  from the audience at the prospect of a new fighter. That, and the  cameramen presenting amazingly low-angle shots of Nat’s foot as it  dropped, worthy of a Tarantino film.   

Just then, something creaked. The sleek black of Ratty’s leather thong  lifted into a thick, throbbing tent just under Nat’s foot. “Y-you think  you’re a dominatrix? Watch this.” Ratty spoke weakly at first, but with a  deep, deep breath his belly reflated like a giant plum. The rest of him  followed suit. 

“I’m a rat, baby!” he shouted. “I’m the ultimate survivor. I can slide  flat under doors and into your shower any time I please~” Ratty hopped  up easily. He planted his arms firmly into his love handles before  bounding forward. With a mighty leap, he pounced at Natalie with a  simple, but formidable bellyflop. 

“Survivor as a doormat, maybe!” Natalie jeered. She lifted her hand,  which flattened and widened into a vermin-sized flyswatter. She slapped  Ratty out of the air with a thunderous CLAP-P! 

Ratty’s yelp transcended the doppler effect as a half-second blur of  purple shot across the arena like a bullet. The ropes bent at least  thirty feet back until his heavy balls accidentally smothered an  audience member’s popcorn bowl. 

The g-shocks of the hit left Ratty trembling against the ropes.  Eventually, the tension gave, and the momentarily stunned, suspended rat  shot right back at Natalie: two-hundred and eighty pounds of leather  and sass at near-terminal velocity. 

Leather Ratty was ready, and the audience saw his move coming a mile  away. The pre-emptive cheers and groans crashed over the confused  raccoon like a wave. 

“Nutcracker Clench!” the words hit Natalie almost as hard as the seat of  Ratty’s ass and grote. His massive balls slap across her face,  smothering her like a beanbag chair of overwhelming musk before a set of  wide legs clap around her head. 

SQUISH! 

Natalie’s head splattered between Leather’s legs instantly, caking  across his junk and butt-wedge. He finished his move by riding the  momentum ass-first to the ground with meteoric force. 

Natalie’s face spread across Ratty’s butt cheeks and balls, forming a  perfectly indented mold, like two pairs of craters. From the shoulders  down, she was untouched, but limp from the intense  clothesline-smothering she just faced. 

Ratty folded his arms behind his head and grinned warmly. A two-inch  thick memory-foam cushion of raccoon cradled his ‘voluptuous’ figure  perfectly. 

“Damn. That was a close one. You should’ve made me sign NASA waivers for  that throw! What if I had a weak heart? Well, doesn’t matter now~”  Ratty said, clenching his buns into steely orbs of muscle, pinching the  lady across his wedge just for fun. Natalie’s weak groans were muffled, and only warmed Ratty’s undercarriage as the ref counted from one to ten. 

DING! DING! 

The booth announcers rattled off quips as the crowd cheered. Leather  Ratty’s chest swelled with pride as he slowly rose from his opponent.  Both he and the audience appreciated the results: Natalie’s face  silhouetting and molding around Ratty’s balls and plump, square butt  perfectly. Her face was stretched into a mask of hot, blushing bliss  after soaking under his manly reek for so long. 

Ratty curtseyed for the audience before flipping over the ropes in a  wild bound. He strolled sassily out of the ring, his hips swaying to  reveal seductive ripples. 

“The Leather Underground is still very real, but you’re just a benchwarmer now, Flat-a-lie! Too-da-loo~!”