Introduction

((I'm looking for anthro, alien or monster futa opponents, will also consider furry femboys.))

Name: Zoe "Wrecking Ballz" Walsh
Age: 18
Height: 5'4" (163 cm)
Weight: 139 lbs (63 kg)
Reach: 65" (165 cm)
Cock: 5.2-inch (13.2 cm)/ sheathed
Stance: Orthodox (switches fluidly mid-combo)
Record (Underground Circuit): 17-2-9-4 (32 KOs, 2 decisions, 9 losses – both decisions she refused to accept and kept fighting until security intervened and pulled her away by ears, hair and tail. 4 sexual dominations 3 delivered and 1 received.)

Bio
In the lawless outer rims where zip-space lanes spit out smugglers and bounty hunters like debris, Zoe Walsh is a burning fuse—short, compact, and impossible to put out. She and her sister Kira run a scarred-up courier ship with a crew of hard-edged outlaws who’ll take any job: running illegal tech through blockades, dragging marked targets out of pleasure dens, or pulling mercenary work for the highest bidder. The life keeps the ship flying and the blood pumping, but it’s never enough for Zoe.

The real hunger—the one that makes her tail bristle and her sheath pulse—is underground slamboxing. These pits are buried deep: rusted cargo bays on ghost stations, carved-out tunnels in asteroid hives, hidden arenas on frontier moons where the lights are red and the air is thick with sweat and desperation. There are no rounds. No rules. Just gloves and shinguards—Zoe’s always her blood-crusted pink-and-black camo pair. Everything else comes off. You win by knockout, submission, or total domination… and domination means anything, including pinning your opponent and fucking the fight out of them until they’re a broken, leaking mess on the mat, ring or deck.

She fights like a meteor: relentless pressure, cutting angles, smothering clinches with knees and elbows, slamming bodies to the mat with explosive force. On the feet she’s a storm of hooks and uppercuts; on the ground she rains punishment until something cracks. Her favorite finish is pure knockout—that perfect instant when the eyes glaze, the body folds, and the crowd loses its mind.

When the KO doesn’t come clean and quick, Zoe takes what she needs. Three times she’s mounted a stubborn opponent, forced her throbbing cock deep, and thrust with the same savage rhythm she uses for punches—riding them until resistance shatters and they submit in shuddering defeat, cum-slick and spent beneath her.

But she’s tasted the other side once. One of her nine losses ended with her tied up, overwhelmed, taken—forced to feel her own fight fucked out of hanging over the ropes. The memory burns like fuel; she’s been even more ferocious ever since.

Aboard ship she’s barely contained—shadowboxing in tight corridors, wrecking sparring sessions with Kira, always restless for the next job, the next pit, the next absolute conquest. Compact muscle under soft fur, tail a constant blur, sheath heavy and unapologetic. Reckless. Ravenous. Unbroken.

"When I fight a bitch... I want to see those lights go out behind her eyes... but if I need to fuck the fight out of her, that works too."

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