Little Mermaid Titfight: Ariel vs Syrene

just something fun and short out of Disney

Ariel was widely known, but not always as the human princess that  she would become. She had plenty of undersea adventures, exploring strange places and gathering her collection of human baubles. One thing no one would hear songs or see movies about, though, were her growth spurts. The merwoman woke up one morning to slip into her minimal clothes when the seashell top just wouldn't quite fit. It pinched her big chest uncomfortably, a sure sign that she would need another before she simply burst out of it.

Ariel sighed and forced the old thing on, swimming out into the depths in search for another. She dug through a few reefs and some of the shorelines, but even the edge of the surface world didn't seem have anything big enough for her. It was getting annoying for her to keep paddling around with her tail while she had to hug an arm to her chest to keep them from bouncing right out of her makeshift bra.

So she ventured deeper where the shellfish grew larger. It took her most of the afternoon, but at last a bright purple color caught her eye. She swam up a bit higher, confirming what she saw: a purple seashell, split neatly down the middle in a perfect pair of covers. She eyeballed it and cupped her chest thoughtfully. It was perfect! She dove down towards it when there came what appeared to be a cloud of gold in front of her. Ariel skidded to a stop to keep from slamming into it, and only then recognizing it as a mass of blonde hair flowing through the water before it settled.

The owner of the golden mane was Syrene, a pink-tailed mermaid that Ariel passed by now and then, but she hadn't spoken to her much. Ariel had plenty to say, though, when she noticed that she was holding the purple shell in her hands.

"Hey, that was mine!" Ariel insisted, balling up her fists by her hips.

"That's funny. I don't see you holding it," Syrene smiled back mockingly. She held her prize up to her own chest, comparing it to her own overwhelmed bra. "Besides, they're a perfect fit for me. Your little princess tits would be a waste to use these on."

Ariel fumed and swam up to her. "You saw me diving for it, you little liar! You give those back to me or else!"

"Or else what?" scoffed Syrene, turning to face her proper. "You'll cry back to daddy Triton in your palace over a piece of shell? You really are pathetic."

Ariel had heard enough. She slapped the bitchy blonde across the face. Her head bucked to one side, looking shocked for a moment before she turned back and smacked Ariel across her chest. The wobbly things were already sensitive from the recent growth spurt, but the bouncing of her buoyant boobs knocked off her old bra entirely. The jiggling was too much for already overworked garment, leaving Ariel gasping and furious as she was rendered topless.

Ariel growled angrily and lunged at Syrene, grabbing at her hair and chest cattily. The mermaids tumbled head over tails through the water, throwing and pulling each other around wildly in their weightless little arena under the sea. Syrene's top soon was ripped off and floated away from her as well, the girls' tails slapping at each other frantically as they clawed at each others' faces and hair. Ariel at last rammed herself into Syrene, the girls' bulging chests bouncing off one another and pushing them apart.

Ariel grunted and righted herself while Syrene did the same, the topless mermaids glaring between each other. The women caught their breath a moment before Syrene shook out her hair, letting it flow through the water. "You really want to do this?" Syrene snapped huffily. "Fine! But let's do this right."

Ariel put her fists on her scaly hips. "What do you mean?" she asked, still visibly aggressive.

"We titbox for it. We hold our hands just like that, and we can only fight using our chests. Whoever gives up the fight or uses their hands first loses and gives up the seashell to the winner."

Ariel eyed up the precious shell resting on the rock nearby, then affixed her hands to her hips, thrusting her chest out. "Agreed. Let's do this, you pink-tailed thief!"

"As if, you entitled royal bitch!" Syrene shot back, paddling her tail to charge into the redhead. Their breasts squashed together briefly before they rebounded again, Ariel giving a pained cry as she reclaimed her balance. Syrene rushed at her again, but Ariel was able to dip to one side. Syrene paddled her tail wildly as she redirected herself, only for Ariel to be waiting right in her face. She swung her shoulders a few times to butt her breasts into her like a pair of fleshy (what's the word...?) boxing gloves.

Syrene winced and recoiled from the returned tit bump, but rose a bit over Ariel to slap her own tits down on top of hers. Ariel bobbed a bit as her chest jiggled back into place, but slammed herself into Syrene's chest again. This time she charged full on into her, grinding and shuffling herself against her blonde enemy. Their tits locked together and wrestled for position, nipples growing hard and poking at one another's soft flesh.

"Rrgh! Those pathetic tits are going to break against mine!" Ariel growled through grit teeth at her opponent.

"Don't think the fact that you're getting fat is enough to beat me!" Syrene shot back as they clashed and tumbled through the water. Syrene pulled back just enough to reposition herself, then slammed sharply into Ariel. Her hard nipple jabbed right into the redhead princess' tender areola,

Ariel squeaked and recoiled a bit, but Syrene arched her back and thrust her tits in after her, ramming the tips of her nipples into the same vulnerable spot. "Ready to give up yet, you royal slut?" Syrene gloated as she kept Ariel playing defense, trying to reduce or avoid the stabbing bit of flesh.

Ariel managed to dart to one side, wincing from the pain in her nipples but then swinging her chest sideways, letting her tits slap one and then the other across both of Syrene's like a pair of meaty hammers. The blonde staggered to one side as the leverage of both of their tits pushed her spinning away as if she had taken a right cross to the jaw.

The angle let Ariel pursue her and press her attack, ramming her chest in rapid tit-punches that pummeled Syrene's one vulnerable breast left facing her. The pink mermaid turned sharply, slapping her tit across Ariel's rapidly back and forth. Ariel responded in kind, both girls swinging wildly side to side as their breasts kept colliding with fleshy whacks, making them wince but keep at their relentless attacks.

Both girls were starting to sweat by now, mixing in with the seawater around them as they thrust and rubbed their chests together. Syrene suddenly pulled back, ducking a bit around Ariel's next thrust before she rose up sharply, delivering a titty uppercut into Ariel's with a loud “whack!”

The redhead gasped as the surprising pain shot through her chest, staggered by the powerful breast blow. Her newly grown breasts bounced out of control, almost threatening to smack herself in the face with them. But as Syrene tried to lunge in for another strike, Ariel shifted her shoulders to part her breasts, trapping one of hers between her soft cleavage.

"Got you now, you weak-titted bitch," Ariel hissed, flexing her arms inward to squeeze her breasts tighter together. Syrene cried out as the redhead's two melons crushed around her one, thrashing her tail like mad to try to pull herself free. Ariel squeezed and pulled at her, distorting the shape of the blonde's proud bosom within her chesty grasp as she squashed and stretched it out of shape. Syrene squealed at the agony put through her own soft boobs and chest muscles.

Syrene groaned and struggled against her, shaking her upper body so that she could slap her free breast against the side of Ariel's puffed up chest like a sort of sucker punch. "Let go, you pathetic little bottomfeeder!" Syrene snarled, but Ariel kept her tit lock on tight. Syrene changed tactics and charged into the princess, pushing with her aching boobs until Ariel's back hit a large undersea cliffside behind them.

Ariel gave a sharp cry of pain, arching her hurting back and letting go of Syrene's swollen and tender breast. She kept Ariel cornered and pummeled on her chest, the redhead gritting her teeth and trying to endure the breast beating.

"I knew you were all talk," Syrene grunted, exhausted and aching herself, but angry enough to force herself to tear into her with her swollen and sore tits. Ariel's pale skin was growing red and even showing a few light bruises growing on her supple skin. Ariel's eyes watered at the beating of her full and sensitive chest, but she kicked off from the cliffside with her tail. Syrene was already in the middle of diving towards her, pedaling her tail to try to stop herself but smacking right into the big flat wall of stone.

"Aughhhh!" The blonde bounced off of it, resisting the urge to cradle her breasts in her hands, lest she break the rules of their duel. Still, her boobs ached and swelled, and Ariel wasn't hurt enough to let her escape without any payback.

"You'll pay for that, you cheating little sea-witch!" Ariel threatened, swimming after Syrene and slapping a breast into one of the blonde mermaid's jugs. Syrene gave a shrill grunt as she staggered from the blow, trying to turn and shield her breasts with her shoulder and braced arms.

Ariel dodged again when Syrene took a swing back at her, darting in and delivering a pair quick jabs with her breasts. Syrene winced and landed her own fleshy shove back, but Ariel stood up straight before spiking her hard nipple straight into Syrene's. They both met head on, ramming and wrestling a moment before Ariel's pressed hard enough to shove Syrene's back inside of her own breast.

The blonde gasped in pain and shock as her nipples inverted, wriggling in discomfort as Ariel's tits brashly overpowered hers. Syrene managed to pull back, her nipples popping free with a sharp little jolt of pain, but Ariel swung her breast in another heavy blow that hit with a fleshy smack. Syrene staggered back with a feminine grunt, her chest bouncing as she caught her breath and took a moment to assess the damage. Her breasts were red and swollen from their own beating, and there was a dark, round bruise lining just around her aureola from the last direct hit.

"I'd heard of a black eye, but not a black nipple!" Ariel laughed at her confidently, breathing heavy herself but but looking a bit fresher than her pink-scaled opponent.

"Oh shut up!" Syrene snapped back angrily. "I'm not done with you yet!" She swam rapidly towards Ariel, but changed direction at the last minute when Ariel tried to shove back at her. She changed her back upward before she lifted and swatted her breasts down on top of Ariel's in a stinging slap, leaving a fresh bit of red flesh across the top of her cleavage.

Ariel gave a long shout of pain from the surprising slap, recoiling as Syrene attacked her from the higher position and letting her breasts beat down on top of the redhead's. Ariel finally positioned her chest to intercept her windup for one of the swings and then suddenly swimming underneath her. Syrene darted down after her, but Ariel moved just as skillfully to line herself up with Syrene and rammed hard into the bottom of her breasts. The blonde gave a husky choking noise as the blow ran up her chest and knocked the wind out of her, spitting out some air bubbles awkwardly.

"Now I have you, you titless whore!" Ariel declared proudly. Syrene was trying to get her breath back, but Ariel was immediately back in her face, rolling her shoulders to slap her breasts one after the other into Syrene like a pair of speed bags. Syrene tried to paddle away, but Ariel lashed out with her own tail, looping with hers to hold her tightly against her and keep up the booby beating with her long red hair flowing behind her. She found her rhythm and was soon working over Syrene like a frenzied lightweight boob boxer.

Syrene winced in pain from her beating, feeling like her breasts would never stop jiggling from the wild pounding. She finally thrust out desperately with both of her tits, shoving Ariel back away from her hard. Her eyes watered badly from the pain, and her entire body shivered and ached from the damage she had suffered to her once impressive-looking chest.

Ariel recovered nimbly with a strong stroke of her tail, just to beat the water with it hard and charge back at her enemy. With a perfectly timed swing of her body, Ariel rammed forward and smashed her chest into her opponent's waiting breasts like some kind of busty dolphin. Syrene's body snapped back so sharply that she spun completely around before she listlessly floated down to the ocean floor. She landed limply in the sand that splashed up around her and her tenderized tits that jiggled and thrust upward for the amusement of any who happened to pass her by.

Ariel rubbed her sore tits as she watched Syrene writhe slowly on the bottom of the sea, making sand angels in her pained and pathetic squirming. The obvious victor, Ariel went over to her hard-earned prize, snapped it in half, and laced a bit of thread through it until the shells comfortably cradled her breasts. They would be sore for a while regardless of its comfort, but it was well worth the effort in her mind. She'd earned her latest top, and she had shut up a mouthy bitch in the process.

Friends' Fuckfight commisison

(commission from someone who wanted to host a sexfight between her friend and herself; swapped some names around to hide identities, but a sexy and playful orgasmic contest)

Jenna had been spending some time luring her friends into that eventful night. She knew they were both bisexual, and while she hadn't slept with any of them herself found them both very attractive. She had actually hooked Cassandra and Alexandria's attention when she mentioned that she didn't know which of them was hotter.

"Well no offense," Alex said. "But I'm pretty much the hottest one here. You girls are adorable, but sorry, not sorry."

"Oh bullshit," Cass replied, though laughter in her voice. "Don't think you can pull that on us. I'm at least sexier than you, Alex."

The girls squabbled a bit, jokingly poking holes in the other's looks and body before Jenna leaned in with a knowing grin. "You girls wanna prove it?"

So there they were at Jenna's house, a friendly but erotic fight set up between her two friends. She would stay the impartial judge and hostess, lounging back comfortably in her leather loveseat. All of the other furniture was pushed off to the sides of the living room, leaving plenty of room for Alex and Cass to roll around the floor together. She'd been careful to explain to both of them that "playing dirty" would be allowed and encouraged by their judge, so they should keep it fun but competitive.

They were all fully dressed when they met, but they would strip down for the fight after a few short pleasantries. Cassandra was dressed in tight stretch pants and a dark blue, low cut top covering her lean but curvy figure.  Alexandria was in a lacey black top, showing a bit of her bra underneath and matching it with a dark, tight pair of jeans. Jenna was waiting for them in some black lingerie and panties, dressed up to play their sexy hostess and referee. She'd had a few sexual showdowns herself, so Jenna was not only a fan of them, but knew the general ins and outs.

"You girls ready?" Jenna asked, looking at Cass. She pulled her shirt off over her head, stepping out of her pants to leave her in dark blue bra and panties with white trimming, the perfect match to the blue hair that hung around her slim shoulders.

"Born ready," Cass insisted, but she smiled giddily and grinned like she was ready to giggle at the situation at any moment.

Jenna looked to Alex as the blonde shed her top and casually kicked off the last of her jeans. She wore simple but sexy black underwear to match her top, and the way she calmly adjusted her bra to proudly show a bit more cleavage made it clear she wasn't uncomfortable with the scene either. "Ready to win, coach," she joked flippantly.

"Then let's go to it! I can't wait to see who's the hottest here," Jenna added for good measure, gesturing for them to approach each other with a sly smile. They started to move in as Cass came with a low and readied stance, mimicking how she'd seen wrestlers do with her hands outstretched.

It happened to not work especially well, since Cassandra had never been in anything resembling a fight before, and since Alex brazenly rushed past her guard and grabbed her bra strap. Alex tugged it down sharply, Cass giving a quick gasp as she went off balance trying to keep her shoulder up to prevent its falling. The blonde-haired fighter just pulled harder and the bra hung around her upper arm, hindering the blue-haired girl's movement enough to land a slap to Cass' face.

Cassandra gave a surprised squeak, slapping out with her free hand to sting one of Alexandra's pale breasts, but she only flinched a moment before she smacked both of her hands rapidly into the sides of Alex's tits. The blue-clad catfighter squealed as her chest vibrated and bounced in her loosely hanging bra, a mixed tingling and slightly painful sensation that kept her incredibly distracted. Alex grabbed her around the middle and tackled into her suddenly, the two clumsily thumping to the floor as the blond tried to stay on top.

"Aww, those sore little titties too distracting?" Alex giggled impishly, but their wild scrambling left Cass an opening to slide under her arm and push her to the ground behind her. Alexandra couldn't get up before Cass sat on her lower back, planting her pantied butt on her to hold her down. "Oww, get your fat ass off of me!" Alex shouted helplessly, grabbing at the floor and kicking her feet.

"Not a chance, big mouth," Cassie laughed back, raising both hands and slapping them against Alex's panties to play her ass like a fleshy bongo drum. Alex kicked and bounced on the floor, trying to wriggle free and giving Cass a rough ride on top of her. “Whoa, easy there, bitch,” the blue girl taunted playfully, reaching back to take hold of her by the hair and pulling up sharply. The blond hissed as her curls were yanked back, wincing and gritting her teeth from the excitingly rough hairpull. Her excitement seemed obvious enough that Cass turned around to face her front, bending her back a bit more to forcefully lock lips with her.

“Ohhh, nice touch!” Jenna encouraged, rubbing one of her breasts gently in her own delight. Alex moaned audibly into her frenemy’s mouth, slapping at the ground in an attempt to distract herself from the arousal being forced onto her. Still, she found her lips and tongue rolling and playing with Cass’ as she got caught up in the moment. The blue-haired girl smiled into their kiss, holding her by the hair with one hand as she reached for the clasp of her bra, her hardened nipples poking through the fabric.

“You like it rough, huh blondie?” she goaded as she popped the back of her bra apart at last, breaking her hold on her hair and the kiss to yank it the rest of the way off of her. Alex managed to get her arms under her to keep from falling to the floor, which kept her breasts in view of Cassandra, and she was surprised by what she saw. Alexandria's breasts wobbled with a small iron stud through each nipple, making them look plump and full without even being fully erect yet. Cass only caught herself staring when Alex suddenly twisted and caught her by the leg, pulling and rolling to toss the mounted girl to her side.

"I know they look good, girl, but keep that head in the game," Alex teased, grinning as she positioned herself to bind her legs around Cass' waist. Cass grabbed at her lean legs, finding them too smooth as she clenched them shut around her middle. Cass gave a high-pitched grunt as the scissors squeezed some air out of her, but more trapping her against Alex's flexing legs and warm groin.

The topless blond propped herself up on her elbows, leaning to one side. Her pierced tits were left on display for the struggling Cass to admire but keeping her upper body out of reach. "Oww! Let go and fight, slut!" she called after Alex.

"No way. Got you right where I want you. Time to make you my bitch!" Alex grinned impishly as she grabbed the thrashing Cass' panties, tugging them down around her knees. It made struggling with her legs that much harder, and all the more snared in Alex's trap. The blonde made a bit of a show as she sucked on two fingers and stuck them up into friend's pussy, making her go stiff as a board and give a throaty squeak.

"That's it. Loosen up for me, big girl," Alex encouraged her with her dirty talk. Any attempts to close her legs got Cass a smack or rough yank on her thighs, parting her again to let her fingers keep thrusting inside her, rubbing small circles around the region of her clitoris. "Mmmm, yea. Gimme that slutty pussy, girl."

"Shut up!" Cass protested between her gasps and moans, trapped without any way out of the blonde's sexualized hold. She was left with the blue-haired girl's pussy like her playground, exploring and stretching it as she saw fit, and forcing Cass' body to enjoy it.

"Come on, now, blue," she encouraged, rolling her clitoris between two fingers and kissing at the tip. "Come on and pop that cherry for me..." Cass found her struggles fruitless and her friend too skilled with her hands and tongue, suddenly shaking and gasping loudly as her hips bounced off the floor. Her pussy flexed and squirted messily onto Alex's fingers and tongue, with her laughing proudly as she kept pumping against the base of her clit.

"Okay, break it up," Jenna called to them firmly, stepping over to urge Alex's legs off of her opponent. She let Cass catch her breath for a few seconds, laying flat on her back and staring at the ceiling. "So how was that?" Jenna asked, smiling down at her playfully. "Having fun with sexfighting yet?"

"Oh hell yea," panted the blue-haired fighter, nodding rapidly. "Fucking give me round two right now." She held up a hand, with Jenna helping pull her up by the wrist. Cassandra took the moment to shake off her bra, leaving both of the girls topless and only their panties on, if a bit stretched out.

"Mine's bigger," Alexandria smiled back at her impishly, happy just to be instigating her opponent.

"Oh fuck you, bitch," Cass grinned at the trash talk, enjoying herself as her pussy still throbbed. She was pumped up to get Alex back in this round, her heart racing from the orgasm and excitement.

"You can try, blueberry," Alex jabbed back, Jenna giving a wave of her hand that cued them to continue the match.

Cassandra started out stronger this time, moving straight in and getting Alex into a headlock. She pushed her knees at the back of her legs, pulling off what she found to be a surprisingly efficient takedown on her opponent. Alex ended up with Cass mounted on her back, getting an arm under her chin and pulling up to bend her neck back. The blonde gave a quick groan of discomfort mixed with the excitement of the topless girl's chest pushing into her back. Her pitch only rose when Cass leaned over to lock lips with her trapped friend, forcing a kiss on her as she lightly choked her out.

"Ooh, good one! Get her, girl!" Jenna encouraged as Cass let one hand reach around to punch and pull at one of the blonde's studded nipples. She let out a low wail as her breast was stretched out by the firm tug of her teat, digging her nails into the back of Cass' hand to try and stop her. When The blue-haired girl pulled her hand back from the stinging pain, Alex bumped her hips backward to press her ass into Cass' crotch. The change in position let her roll Cass off of her and slip free, readying herself on all fours and spinning around to face her. Cass tried to do the same, but slower to regain her bearings.

Alex pounced onto Cass, grabbing and squeezing one of her boobs. The blue-haired girl slapped at Cass' breasts in return, making them sting and jiggle, but Alex staying on top with her handful of breast meat. Alex used her free hand to smack at Cass' face, making her wince and recoil as best she could while still underneath her.

Cass raised her hands to try to block the attacks, only for Alex to grab her wrists and pin them down. Cass grunted and rocked side to side beneath her, her breasts smacking against her thighs as the blonde climbed higher up her body and pressed down with her knees to pin Cassandra's arms beneath her.

"Oh! Got her now!" Jenna teased as Cass struggled against her to no avail. Alex's blond bush brushed against her opponent's face, as she was left with free reign over Cass' body again, reaching back to roughly play with her breasts.

"Unnf! Get off, bitch!" Cass demanded as she pushed and struggled, but as she resisted, Alex just pinched at her nipples. Cass let out a sharp gasp as the tips of her tits were scratched and pulled firmly, not in pain so much as excitement. Her nipples grew hard almost instantaneously. Both girls liked it rough, so the firm but harmless scraping of her friend's painted nail goings over her tits had her shivering in delight.

"Shut it and let me milk those weak tits of yours," Alex purred back at her, twisting her nipples hard enough to get a low groan out of the blue-haired amateur. Cass' hot breath and moans blew against Alex's crotch beneath her panties, making her sigh contently and slide one hand back to stroke the parting petals of the trapped fighter's labia.

"That's a good girl," she urged as she prodded her nails into her nipples, leaving shallow dents in her flesh while her fingers slid into Cass' folds. Seeing no other way out, Cass managed to get her wits together enough to lean in and lock her lips with Alex's pussy, rapidly kissing and sucking it.

"Ohhh, you little bitch!" gasped Alex, arching her back a bit to push her hips further into her face with an instinctual hump. Cass locked her lips with her labia, sucking and gently nibbling at her opening while she rubbed her face into it, her nose brushing against Alex's excited clit. Alex started to finger her faster, but she was clumsy and distracted by Cass' intense makeout session between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together, trying to cut her off, but she was already in too deep. Alex felt herself losing this race, trying to pull away but Cass had grabbed onto her thighs to hold her in place.

"Ooh, tables are turning," Jenna grinned, leaning over in her seat and rubbing herself slightly as Alex struggled to escape her own facesit on Cass. She reached back to grab and twist painfully on Cass' breasts, digging in with her nails as the blue-haired girl kicked and jerked around to make herself harder to hold onto. Still she leaned in and wrapped her mouth around Alex's throbbing clit, running her lips over it as her tongue flicked at its tip.

Alex's breathing reached a higher pitch and faster pace, soon starting to hump against Cassandra's face to her rhythm. She suddenly squirted into the pinned Cass' face and mouth, giving off a sharp gasp and having to lean on her arm just to stay mostly upright. Jenna saw her shaking and stepped over to urge gently at her shoulder for her to get off, Cassandra gladly sucking up a puff of fresh air. Cassandra wiped off her face with a proud grin towards her friend and rival.

"How's that for a comeback from behind?" she jabbed at Alex as she rubbed her overly sensitive crotch.

"I'll show you cumming from behind," the blonde teased back at her as she caught her breath. “Besides, I got you worse in the first round.”

Cassandra raised two fingers and waggled her tongue between them suggestively at her. "You wish. Going to a two-point hot streak on this next one."

"Good! I always did like crushing your dreams. Breaking your heart just gives me more power," Alex grinned cheekily.

"Come and get it then," Cass teased right back, motioning her to come get some. Jenna stepped back into her seat as the girls were a bit more slow to go for eachother, still recovering from the ongoing battle against fatigue and arousal. Cass grabbed for Alex's midsection, wrapping around her stomach and trying to power her to the floor, hands grabbing at the blonde's ass all the way. Alex managed to keep some of her footing, going to her knees but grabbing Cass around the head. Her other hand went lower, grabbing at her blue and white panties to pull down on them while pulling Cass' body towards herself. She used Cass' own approaching form and the headlock in sync with the pantsing to swipe her bottoms right off of her, leaving the blue-haired fighter entirely naked.

Cass scrambled up to all fours quickly, Alex similarly swift to move in on her and shoving her fingers up the blue-haired girl's snatch from behind. Cass tightened up and gasped as Alex's breasts pushed against her back, but she braced herself on the floor and threw a kick backward, her foot thumping into Alex's groin. Alex let out a quick grunt and backed off, both hands going instinctively to her crotch.

"Ooh, she does like it rough!" Jenna purred as Cass turned back towards Alex, grabbing and spreading her ankles as she stood up over her.

"Ohhh, wait. No nooo," Alex moaned, waving her hands. But Cass grinned down at her and gave a dismissive bob of her head.

"Your pain, my pleasure," she mocked before she pressed her foot down onto the blonde's pantied pussy. Alex squealed at the strange but enjoyable pressure, legs stiffening and shaking as she tried to pull out of the "gas pedal" hold. Alex squirmed at the firm pressure on her groin, her breathing picking up its pace in her confused excitement. With her good and distracted, Cass held onto her legs tightly for balance and hooked her toes around Alex's panties. She pulled them down to her knees, grabbing them when they were halfway up her leg to expose the blonde bush and warm, wet pussy lips once again.

"At least THAT'S not pierced, you kinky slut," Cassandra taunted with a playful grin, shifting her foot to shove her big toe into Alex's folds.

"Oh fuck! What do you think you're doing!?" Alex groaned as Cass' delicate toes parted her pussy lips to let her larger one slide in deeper and press down on her clit. She shook wildly from the odd and shocking sensation.

"Seeing how deep that pussy of yours goes, whore," Cass gloated right back, wiggling her toes and making Alex twitch and bite her lip from the new sensation of being foot-fucked by her friend. But with her one leg rubbing inside her, Alex caught Cass off her guard and kicked up into the hand holding her leg. It tossed Cass off balance, landing her on her ass and more importantly, off of Alex. Alex pushed her legs underneath Cass', thrusting her hips forward while she was still off guard.

"Ooh, real comeback from Alex," Jenna egged them on in her excitement. Cass gasped at the sudden tribbing from the blond, but she reached up and grabbed Alex by her pierced nipples, squeezing the puffy flesh like a pair of handles to steady herself and add to her returning thrusts. Alex's eyes rolled back a bit as Cass already had a head start on this round by working her over with her feet. Both girls were moaning, but Cass humped her hard enough to push her back a few inches across the floor.

"You're so wet you're sliding, slut," Cass mocked her, twisting her nipples. Alex leaned back for balance on her palms rather than toy with Cassandra's tits in return. She was barely able to stay sitting up in the face of her pelvic assault. "You've been dying for me to fuck you silly this whole time, haven't you?"

The rough humping and dirty talk got to Alex, as she threw her head back and wailed, squirting right against Cass' crotch. Their juices mixed together as Jenna stepped out, putting her hands between them (and helping herself to a harmless grope of them both in the process). "Wow, you're both heating up now," she grinned, loving how neatly her plan was coming together, and how much the girls seemed to be getting into it.

"It looks like Alex is ahead on points, but it's not over until someone calls it quits."

Alex caught her breath and fanned at her crotch, both girls left sweaty and naked this far into the fight. "I'm just getting warmed up," she insisted.

"You're looking a little too hot for your own good," Cass grinned back at her confidently, though her own pussy was throbbing with a needy pulse from all the humping and teasing. The girls took a quick breather before they went back at it, the naked girls circling in the middle of Jenna's living room. Alexandria struck with a slap to Cass’ breasts, getting her to jump from the small sting. Alex smiled to see that she was still wound up from the last round, keeping Cass on the run as she pursued her and occasionally reached out to pinch her ass or give her breasts a rough little squeeze.

She finally managed to corner Cass, grabbing her by one arm and tossing her to the floor. She landed on her breasts, winded for a moment before Alex climbed onto her back. “Ohh no! No you don’t!” Cass insisted, trying to crawl away but the blonde was quick to grab her by the legs. She kept Cass stuck on her stomach as she pulled up on her legs, spreading them out to make her easy prey for her to stick her face into her crotch and start licking away at her folds, invasively making out with Cass’ pussy.

“Oh, that’s a sexy little boston crab,” Jenna commented, leaning in curiously.

“I don’t care what it’s called! Get her off me!” Cass exclaimed, kicking and clawing but unable to escape the hold that forced her into receiving Alex’s kissing and licking mouth. Cass reached up behind her, slapping at Alex’s ass and legs blindly for payback, but was quickly devolving into a mess of moans as her eyes rolled back, her pussy still anxious from the grinding on the blonde’s bush.

“Mmm, even tastes like blueberries.” Alex took the time to gloat as she held Cass captive, deciding to draw out her easy win on this round and make the most out of it. Cass moaned as her hips instinctively humped against her mouth and tongue, even if at an awkward angle. Alex was even able to loop Cass' legs underneath her arms, freeing up her fingers enough to spread the blue-haired girl wide open while she licked and softly sucked on her clit.

It all gave Jenna a perfect view for when Cass let out a passionate scream and came again, her pussy flexing and throbbing from the intense attentions of her opponent. Alex let go of her legs and backed off before Jenna had to remind her, stretching out her arms while having some trouble keeping her footing. She was still a bit weak in the knees from her own little outbursts. Jenna checked on Cassandra, helping her up but she insisted she was alright a few times and got back to her feet.

The girls both started a bit breathless, skin shining with sweat and other bodily fluids. They locked up quickly, as much to shove at each other as it was to lean into each other for balance. Cass grabbed Alex by the hair, pulling as they both ended up on their knees for better balance. Alex hissed, but barely managed to stay standing as she grabbed and raked her nails over one of Cassandra's breasts. She grunted and shivered heavily in response. The claw didn't break her skin, but at this point her body was so sensitive that everything felt more amplified than ever.

“Like that, don’tcha, bitch?” Alex hissed, but Cass grabbed her shoulder to push her to her side. She roughly mounted her and grabbed one of Alex’s breasts, kissing and sucking firmly enough to leave tiny hickeys over her chest. Alex gasped and tried to pull back, her sweaty skin sliding from her grip but leaving her own claw marks over the blonde’s breasts.

Cass tried to follow up on her, but Alex wrapped her legs around hers to trip her up. Cass fell the short distance to the ground, Alex tangling her legs with hers. Cass mistook it for a simple leg lock in her orgasmic haze, but Alex thrust herself forward to slap her wet pussy into Cass'. Both girls ended up gasping from the sexual impact rocking their sensitive groins, freezing them up before they both grabbed onto each other and started grinding their nethers together. Fingers dug in and scratched over each others' skin for better leverage to aid their humping efforts.

"Going down, bitch. You know my pussy will own your pussy," Alex insisted, short of breath and smiling at the thrilling contest.

"I can hear yours begging to cum already," Cassandra grunted back, her weary hips and thighs aching as she humped her rival friend.

Alex grabbed Cass by the hair, pulling her into an aggressive kiss as she forced her tongue into her mouth. The blue-haired fighter squeaked in surprise, biting at the blonde's lips and tongue to try and fend her off and let her own take the offensive. Cass raked and pinched Alex's legs, sending extra tingling stings up her hips. Jenna bit her lip and rubbed between her thighs as the girls were too caught up in their own competition to pay her any mind.

Their mashed together pubic hair and womanly folds pushed back and forth, Cass breathing more rapidly as she felt Alex's own swelling clitoris butting into hers. Feeling an orgasm building up, Cass switched tactics and grabbed onto the bouncing, studded nipples in front of her. She pinched her fingers around the small metal rods and twisted like they were radio knobs, getting a high-pitched shout from Alex.

"Can't take a little breast play?" Cass hissed, gritting her teeth to distract herself from cumming herself. The tweaking was clearly throwing off Alex's game. The playful blonde's thrusting and groping was clumsy and unsteady compared to Cass' renewed assault. Alexandra leaned further backward to stay balanced with her diminishing strength, but that just allowed Cass to grab one of her legs and lift it up, forcing Alex to spread even wider still as she tribbed against her.

"Oh fuck! Ohhh, fuck no! Get off my pussy, you dirty bitch!" Alex pleaded wildly, grabbing at the smooth floor for anything to pull herself free.

"Shut up and take your medicine, slut," Cass huffed, controlling their tribadism to put all the pressure and exciting angles on Alex. She reached down to pinch the blonde's clit lightly, squeezing and releasing steadily until it seemed to pump the cum right out of Alex, feeling her squirt back against her.

Cass pulled back before she could get too much on her or Jenna had to pull them apart, letting Alex spasm on the floor as her hips bucked and her juices leaked out on the floor. It didn't take a keen eye too see that the rough treatment and repeated orgasms had gotten Alex good. They had to wait for her shaking to stop for a short while, but when Jenna asked if she gave up, the stubborn blonde shook her head and urged herself back up unsteadily.

"Nah, I got this," she panted, rubbing some sweaty hair out of her face.

"You don't look like you got this," Cass grinned, getting back up from her own rest and circling with her a bit. "Looks like I've got YOU."

"Suck my ass, bitch," Alex said with a weary laugh. "Cuz you're going to be sick of my pussy when I'm done with you."

"I can go at it longer than you can," Cass insisted confidently.

"Fucking prove it." Alex rushed into her, quick to wrap an arm around her neck and pull Cass down into a headlock. Cass used her forced position to slap and kiss at Alex's sore, sensitive boobs, but she reached around the blue-haired girl's arms to spank her pussy a few times. Cass yelped and was a bit subdued by the aggressive move, letting Alex use her grip to step aside and shove Cass right into the wall. Her breasts squashed between the wall and her body, trying to push back. She felt Alex's pierced breasts push into her back as she leaned into her, pinning her there with her bodyweight.

Cass wiggled her hips a bit, grinding her ass against her groin, but Alex was clearly in control. She used her legs to spread Cass' and start to finger her pussy from behind. It was Cassandra's turn to be the one gasping and moaning, able to kick backward but otherwise providing almost no resistance to her invading friend.

"Got you by the honeypot now, girl," Alex purred in her ear, hard nipples rubbing against her skin as she started to kiss and nibble at her neck and ear.

"Fuck off," Cass panted quickly, unable to get the proper leverage she was looking for. Her strength to resist was leaving her quickly. Alex took advantage by grabbing her hair and pulling her head back from the wall. She locked her mouth onto Cassandra's throat, sucking and running her lips and tongue over the spot to leave a bit tender hickey while Cass' knees started to grow weak and her thighs spread wider to yield to Alex's advances.

"Uhn! Uhhn!" Cass grunted desperately as she humped against Alex's rapidly pumping fingers, Alex smiling around her mouthful of her skin as her moan turned to a scream. Cass's pussy flexed around her fingers, squeezing at them hungrily while Cass' body tried to writhe while trapped between Alex and the wall.

"There's a good girl," Alex cooed to her teasingly as Jenna took her shoulder to take her back into the middle of the room. Cass fell to her knees, rubbing her pussy tenderly, but even that made her throb intensely. Alex was still sweaty and breathing heavy, both girls looking a bit drunk from all the adrenaline and orgasms.

"Think that ties you girls up," Jenna commented. She'd like it to have gone on all night, but they were clearly running on fumes. They could use a little encouragement to make them put their all into these last few minutes. “One more big one ought to do it, eh?”

Cass kept leaning against the wall, which was all that kept her from falling to the floor in exhastion right then and there. "No way my pussy's losing to her."

"You don't have a choice, fuckbait," Alex retorted, wiping her wet fingers off on her leg. Jenna deemed them both about as recovered as they were going to get, stepping back and waving them back together as she took her seat to watch and enjoy the show. Both girls came in carefully, but eventually Cass dove for her opponent's legs.

Alex fell over from the grapple, falling over to the ground but quick to latch her legs around Cass' waist and squeeze. Cass gave a quick cry as the air was squeezed from her, but she reached between Alex's legs to stuff her fingers inside. The blonde girl jumped at the touch of her sensitive crotch, seeing that it was the real target in all of this and quickly unfolding her legs to slip back away. Cass gave her a parting slap across her naked breast, making it bounce out of control.

"You like em so much?" Alex said with a wince, grabbing Cass by her blue hair and pulling her face into her cleavage. Cass squealed as her breathing was cut off by the alluring scent of her lover/fighter's sweaty skin, pushing and grabbing at her breasts and stomach. Alex cringed but still hung onto the smother, but Cass resorted to reaching lower and pulling on Alex's pubic hair. If the fingering had gotten her attention, this one made the blonde outright scream as she released her hold.

Cass didn't hesitate to grab her by the legs, pushing up and back so that Alex was flipped almost completely upside down with her back bent and her ass and pussy up in the air. Cassandra pressed down at her calves to trap her like that, burying her face into Alex's twat and rapidly licking and sucking at any angle she could get. The blonde let out a passionate wail as her pussy was overloaded with arousal, her mind a blur enough that she barely thought enough to reach past her waist and grab Cassandra's tits, pulling down on them like she expected to milk them.

Cass gave a long moan and shivered in mixed pain and excitement, though it mostly served to make her mouth vibrate against Alex's clit. The twisting and pulling of her breasts still hurt like hell, and she didn't know how long she could hold out with her seeming perfect access to her opponent's pussy. She decided to go all in as she lowered one hand, rubbing two of her fingers over Alex's asshole.

"Ohhh fuck. No, no, what are you doing?" Alex moaned, a touch of lust clearly behind her protests.

"Giving you just what you want, slut," Cassandra replied, through her drool and Alex's thick cum and juices slurred her words a bit. She went right back to sucking on her, and as Alex's legs flexed and relaxed in eager spasms, she slid her two smallest fingers into Alex's ass. They hadn't discussed how they felt on anal before, but she was quickly learning how much Alex was into it. She gave plenty of short, noisy yells sporadically as Cass pleasured both of her holes, her breasts pressing against the blonde's soft ass.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Stop!" Alex gasped. Cass ran her lips directly over her clit in a brief kiss before pulling her face back slightly, her breath teasing over her hole. "Don't stop! Don't! I can't take it!" Alex pleaded almost immediately.

"You give up and I keep licking. That a deal?" Cass bargained, spiraling a finger around Alex's pussing teasingly while her other hand flexed lightly inside of her ass.

"Fuck... fuck, whatever! Yes!" Alex declared. "I give up! Now shut up and fuck me, please!"

"You heard her," commented her rival to Jenna. After that, Cass was quick to comply, latching her mouth onto her folds and sucking wetly and noisily. "Ahh! AHH! AHHHHHH!" Alex's cries quickly grew louder and higher pitched as she reached yet another orgasm, messily squirting her appreciation into Cass' mouth. She kept at it a few seconds longer until the twitching Alex reached for her head, trying to urge her away gently but with no strength left in her to make her.

Cass still politely pulled back, burping lightly and giggling. "Gotcha, bitch. So you know... sorry no sorry," she gloated dizzily as Jenna came over to lift up her hand.

"We have a winner, girls! It's Killer Cassandra!" she crowed showily, kissing the still giggly and proudly smiling Cass on the cheek. "Good stuff, cutie. Guess that shows who's the hotter of the two."

"Well yea, obviously," Cass smiled, but took a light squeeze of Alex's breast for herself. "Just don't go thinking I won't take on either of you bitches any time."

"Sounds like a date to me," Jenna laughed. "For now, you two just look like you need a goddamn shower and a lot of water."

"Guilty," Alex groaned as she rolled lazily to her feet. "I am so up for this again, though. Only game I know where it's as fun to loose, right?"

"And a real spectator's sport, too," Jenna winked. "So if you ever get the other girls into it, let me know if you need a ref."

Sarah's Wedding Vows: The Return of Monica "Chilli Powder" Rodriguez

finally a sequel to the old commissions for Sarah, everyone's favorite chubby blonde punching bag!

Sarah's husband had mixed feelings about the whole event. It was all a big to do; Sarah had kept insisting on them holding a party to renew their vows, though he felt like the whole thing was a waste of time and money. His nephew Andrew had actually been the one to push him over the edge into caving on the matter. "Let her have her big day again," he'd said. "But let's make an extra surprise in there. It'll make the party great for everyone else. I promise."

A few swapped ideas and bills and they were in business. So the groom about to become a groom again sighed and adjusted his tux before heading out to his second big day, knowing there was more to come than that.


The big event over with, people were loosening up around the party. A few drinks went around and the kids were allowed to run around the let off some steam after sitting still through the ceremony. There were long tables full of food of all sorts, and a few caterers carried around appetizers and snacks. A table was also full of wedding gifts, reason enough for Sarah to go all out on the party to thank everyone for the gifts.

Sarah herself was in a low cut gown, gold and white with the edges of a white basque covering some of the lower edges of her breasts. A set of gold-colored heels were the finishing touches, which she gladly showed off to her girlfriends while they chatted excitedly about the day.

A short while into the party end of the gathering, a few murmurs and gasps came from the crowd. Some of the children giggled or cheered at the sight of the tall Spanish woman, recognizing her from a party not a full year ago. She wore the same iconic boots, black tanktop with a flame pattern, and latex pants she had for most of her matches, and a small duffel bag slung over her shoulder that she tossed to sit beside the presents.

Monica "Chilli Powder" Rodriguez never slowed her pace, happy to be hired to take on the plus-sized blonde jobber again from one of her favorite customers lately. Sarah knew how to really sell that pain from the one time she'd crossed paths with her. It didn't mean she couldn't sell the act herself to keep the crowd on her side, so when she spotted the bride she balled her fists together and slammed them into Sarah's upper back.

"This' payback for Wrestle-Rama, piggy!" Monica shouted at the shocked Sarah, the blonde going right to her knees from the cheap shot. "You wanna make a scene?! Wanna jump me in front of all my fans!? Well it's your turn now, chica!" Monica turned to grab one of the thin wooden chairs set out and lifted it up, smashing it over Sarah's back and sending her flopping gracelessly into the grass as it shattered over her back.

Of course, no one moved to stop the show. The few that were truly surprised and confused had the story quickly relayed by the family members and friends who had been there for Andrew's birthday, their first encounter with the "act" Sarah liked to put on. If anyone but Andrew and her husband knew the truth, they didn't feel like interrupting the fun.

"C'mon, fat princess! Before you get a piece of your cake, you gotta get a big serving of Chilli!" The crowd cheered at her colorful taunt as Monica grabbed her by the hair, forcing her up again while she was bent over and shoving the blonde bridge's head into her armpit for a squeezing headlock. Sarah gagged and pushed clumsily at her, unable to escape the powerful woman's grasp.

The crowd was quick to give them their space while crowding around close enough to watch as Monica grabbed Sarah by the waistband of her dress, lifting her straight up over her head. The crowd let out various applause and cheers as Monica showed her skill by keeping Sarah balanced perfectly upside down over her shoulder halfway through her hold. It let Sarah's skirt flip upside down, baring her stockings, fancy shoes, and pristine white panties before slamming her backward into a suplex right through an emptied snack table.

The attending friends and family hooted and whistled at the showy move as Sarah rolled slowly on the table, snapped in half beneath her as she held her back and her pretty face twisted in agony. Monica sprang back to her feet, rolling her shoulders showily before turning back and stomping on top of Sarah's chest, her boot briefly flattening her big bosom to her ribs before they jiggled back into place.

"Still can't win a fair fight, huh, fat Barbie?" Monica mocked, leaning far over and patting her on the cheek roughly before she squeezed her face, forcing her into a "fish face" expression by squashing her cheeks inward. "Didn't learn your lesson at Andy's house? Well at least you can help me put on a show for these folks, right!?" The crowd reach a peak of its cheers for the shout out to them and the "continuity" that they were a part of as Monica forced Sarah to her feet. Her dress was already specked with grass and dirt on the white fabric, stumbling along in her golden heels while Monica pulled her hair like a leash.

Her stumbling walk came to a halt as Monica raised and then slammed her head down, plopping her face first into the punch bowl. The rich pink-red color splashed over her face, dress and hair, quickly staining the fairer colors as she bubbled and thrashed against the table and made an even bigger mess.

"Thirsty, piggy?!" Monica gloated, holding her under to choke on the juice for a few agonizingly long seconds. She finally lifted her back up, Sarah staggering on her heels clumsily as Monica picked up the big bowl with both hands. "Well, you can have the whole thing!" Monica smashed the fancy, fragile bowl over her head, toppling it into pieces around her as Monica's head rolled dizzily on her shoulders, eyes crossing and flopping face-first into the dirt.

"Ha! I missed wailing on you, Barbie!" Monica praised/mocked, grabbing Sarah by one leg and dragging her along after her across the grass, further staining her body and clothes. She finally tossed Sarah next to one of the tables, her back propped up against it as Monica braced her boot against Sarah's chest, squashing her jugs against her ribs.

"Time to do the dishes, MISSUS Piggy!" she commented on her dress, grabbing one of the ceramic plates from the table and raising it briefly for the crowd to see before she smashed it to pieces over Sarah's head. Her head rattled but it left her stunned in place, eyes rolling comically from the noisy whack to the head. The crowd cheered as Monica grabbed a second one, crashing it apart over Sarah's head again. By the third, the crowd started to chant and count along with her as she continued to go through the stack of dishes.

She finished off all 15 over Sarah's head, leaving her head rolling dizzily and pieces of the plates strewn over her clothes and stuck in her big cleavage. "Boy, you look a mess, Barbie," Monica taunted, grabbing a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket. "You look like you could use a drink!"

She shook up the bottle before popping it open, shooting the cork right into her forehead a moment before the foaming alcohol sprayed over her face and tits, leaving her sputtering and flailing her hands to try and block the incoming liquid. She did so poorly, soon sticky with bubbles and the fine drink as she sputtered and tried to shake out her hair and hands. "Come on, blondie. How can a big pig like you be such a lightweight? You really ought to finish the whole BOTTLE!" Monica tossed the bottle a short way, flipping it over in her hand to grab the neck and shattering it into pieces over her head.

Sarah wobbled comically before she fell over to the grass again, sparkling all over between the champagne and the flecks of glass. "Bit too much to drink," Monica grinned to the crowd, who laughed at the dazed Sarah. She could only mutter and moan weakly when Monica picked her up by the hair, dripping and stinking of alcohol as she staggered like a town drunk after her, big ass shaking behind her in her dress. "Ugh, like you weren't heavy enough! Ditching this tacky piece of dead weight!"

Monica grabbed the middle of Sarah's dress, tearing down to rip the broad skirt of it off of her, throwing it over Sarah's head while her snug white panties were bared to the crowd. As she let out muffled cries of confusion, Monica unleashed a few quick slams of her forearm into Sarah's defenseless head and chest. With her good and disoriented, Monica grabbed her arm and whipped her by it towards the low wooden platform that served as the stage for the ceremony and entertainment. Sarah screamed and ran at it out of control, flailing before her legs caught on the stage and she went rolling and bouncing onto it.

Monica followed, but not without grabbing the ice bucket that had once contained the champagne bottle first. Sarah crawled pathetically on the stage, her wet panties and wide ass wobbling in front of the laughing crowd. "Auntie Sarah's so funny," one of the kids giggled as Monica followed her up.

Monica took a microphone that was plugged into a nearby speaker, forcing Sarah back to her feet by a grip on the chest of her basque and tearing off the rest of her dress, leaving her with nothing but the corset-like garment and her panties (her impractical high heels long since fallen off with all her stumbling and falling over). With her down to her skimpy remains of her fancy attire, Monica patted her cheek.

"Now you look more like yourself, tramp," Monica joked into the mic, the crowd laughing as she turned to them. "Testing! One, two! You having a good time, folks!?"
"Yeaaaa!" they called back.

"Then I think you all deserve a little light show!" Monica stuffed the mic into Sarah's cleavage, burying it deep as the crowd heard her flesh shift and jiggle against the mic over the speakers. Monica got no resistance from the woozy Sarah, and once it was stuffed deep inside of her bosom, Monica gave them a painfully firm smack before she stepped back and threw the bucket of melted ice water over Sarah's body.

The immediate result was soaking her in the cold waters, but quickly after that she quivered and spasmed as the water short circuited the electricity in the microphone. It went shooting through her body as flashes of light and electricity bounces off her skin and hair, making the hair stand on end and her muscles twitch like crazy.

The crowd laughed at her cartoonish impression, Monica finally kicking the plug off the speaker with her rubber-lined boot, leaving Sarah smoking, coughing and looking out on her feet as she lolled from one side to the other. Monica was less noticeable in the background behind the smoking, chubby, half-naked woman, letting her easily sneak out the packet of red hot chilli powder that was her trademark in her more hardcore wrestling matches. She slipped up behind Sarah, tapping her shoulder. "Looks like you could use a little pick me up, piggy. Maybe we ought to spice things up a little!"

Sarah coughed out a cute puff of black smoke before she staggered instinctively, right into position for Monica to blow into her handful of powder. The dark red stuff went right into Sarah's eyes and nose, making her scream bloody murder and wipe at her face marked with soot and chilli powder. She stomped and scrambled around the stage while Monica seemed to ignore her and walk to the edge of the stage.

She picked up the wooden guitar there on the stand, weighing it in her hands curiously. "This' a nice guitar," she mused over the screaming. "Who's is this?" Sarah husband's best man raised his hand with a grin.

"I used to play. You mind if I use this a little?" The groomsman waved for her to go ahead, Monica nodding back to him and lifting it like a bat, turning and slamming the bulky end over Monica's head. There was a single loud, off-key note as it splintered over her head, her blonde head stuck through the busted wood. The crowd burst out laughing at her showy headshot as Sarah staggered backward, falling onto her ass in the grass as everyone applauded.

Monica got a short running start before she dropkicked Sarah in the tits, sending the white woman rolling like a big doughy ball head over heels. The roll in the dirt and the guitar shot seemed to get the static from her hair, though now it had some dirt and grass stuck in her golden locks. She rolled to a stop by the end of the food tables, her boobs wobbling to a stop a good 5 seconds after her body did.

"Geez, thought you were a Fat Barbie, not a Slinky!" Monica mocked her as she followed her over to the table. She twisted Sarah around into a suitable position before grabbing onto her ankles, shifting her footing and then leaning sharply backwards. Her strength and leverage snapped Sarah over Monica's head a bit like a makeshift slingshot, sending Sarah screaming over her and into the table behind them. Sarah crashed hard and managed to snap the table in half, rolling to her back a moment before she saw the large wedding cake sliding down before it splatted into her face.

The big formal wedding cake smashed over her face, cameras going off as people laughed uproariously. "Normally, I think the groom's supposed to feed the bride her first piece," chuckled Sarah's husband. "But this being our second ceremony, I'll let it slide this time, Miss Rodriguez."

"Gracias," Monica grinned back at him with a nod, clearly enjoying letting Sarah squirm and kick under the smothering mess of icing (just how she'd ordered it). Monica hefted off the top few layers and set it as best she could on the next table, grabbing a knife from nearby. Carmen wiped the frosting from her face, gasping and trying to scramble away clumsily when she saw the armed wrestler. Monica raised the knife, but used it to take a slice out of the untouched part of the cake and hand it off to a nearby kid. Only then did Sarah stop panicking, holding her bouncing bosom as if she had just suffered a heart attack, but of course the watching crowd didn't buy the exaggeration.

"You enjoy that, chico," she said with a grin, the boy giggling as he clutched it and started to dig in. "Cuz it's time for presents!" The kids gave a cheer, excited by Monica's contagious glee and the mere prospect of presents. The kids may not have considered that they would mostly be appliances, gravy boats, and other classy household items, but Monica would find a way to make them fun.

Monica went back to the stunned Sarah, grabbing her by the hair again to drag her on all fours to the nearby table overflowing with gifts. "That's enough cake for you! Now let's see what you got for tying down your man, you stinking hambeast. Here, pop that open for me!"

Monica grabbed and tossed one of the lighter gifts to a the tween girl watching nearby. "Rest of you kiddies, line up and open up a present! We're gonna turn this Fat Barbie into a pinata with em!"

The first girl arrived a moment later, handing Monica a set of spatulas for the couple's barbecue. "Nice work," Monica complimented the girl, taking one of them and lifting it high before WHAP! It smacked down on the bare skin of Sarah's tits, making it jiggle in her skimpy top as she screamed from the stinging utensil. Monica delivered several more slaps of the metallic weapon to leave her breasts bouncing from the painful whipping.

Another boy stepped up and offered the remains of a small package, Monica tossing the spatulas aside and picking up the pendant inside. "Nice piece," Monica complimented it, rolling it over in her hand and then winding it around her fist, pounding the chain-wrapped punch into Sarah's boobs. Each one bounced wildly in her basque from the hard shots, threatening to but never quite popping out of her top. Monica wrapped the necklace around Sarah's neck, pulling back sharply and letting it dig into the bride's soft neck. Sarah gagged and thrashed as the jewelry choked her out, pawing at the chain that was dug too deeply into her skin to get a firm grasp.

"What else you got?" Monica asked, reaching a hand out for another gift. One of the kids handed her a toaster, shifting her grip on the aluminum appliance. "Shame we can't plug this sucker in, but Miss Piggy would just get hungry and think I was gonna feed her." The crowd laughed as she released the chain, just to crash the new toy on top of Sarah's head with a loud and hollow clang.

"Her head must be empty too!" Monica mocked, tossing the appliance away. Another kid handed her a matching set of cologne and perfume bottles, Monica shaking them up in each hand. Sarah was still flopped limply in her chair, her chubby legs spread out shamelessly in her stupefied state and getting various snickers and giggles from the crowd. Monica stepped back in front of her, bracing one booted foot on the chair before she unloaded on Sarah’s face, pumping both of the scented sprays into the witless bride. Sarah screamed as soon as it hit her eyes, instantly making them water with the various chemical, but then getting it into her mouth and nose by her own clumsy breathing and screaming. She quickly started to gag, grabbing at her neck as her face changed to a few different colors, the kids laughing at the exaggerated slapstick.

“She’s like a Tom and Jerry cartoon, mommy,” one of the little boys pointed out to his chuckling and cheering parents.

Monica handed the bottles back to the boy with what was left, nodding towards the slowly growing pile of presents/weapons. One boy brought over a thin, wide one, Monica opening what appeared to be a cigar box. Sure enough, when she opened it completely, there were a few fine cigars inside, as well as a discretely included pair of fuzzy handcuffs as a gag gift. The crowd laughed as Monica quickly took an interest in them, lifting up the pink binding toys and twirling them on one finger.

“Look cute, don’t they?” Monica asked one of the kids, the adults laughing as she missed the point and nodded. “Well they look cute, but they work. Trust me.” The Spanish woman winked to the crowd suggestively, getting another laugh as she grabbed Sarah’s hands and pulled them behind the chair, looping the handcuffs through and snapping them onto her. As comical as it looked, Sarah was stuck there and even more defenseless.

Sarah soon found herself put through nearly every present Monica got her hands on. The wrestler opened up a pair of towels with their initials on them, dipping them into ice water and whipping them onto her tits and belly with loud, nasty cracks. Monica opened up a big box of chocolates, grabbing a bit handful from them. "Looking to sneak in another snack, Fat Barbie?" she mocked before she crammed the candy into her face, half of it crumbling over her lips and cheeks while the rest were forced into her mouth and throat, choking her on them. Monica even took a moment to pick one out for herself before tossing another back at the kid who had given her the box, skillfully landing it right in the girl's mouth with a round of applause for her good catch. Monica went on to take out a nice new set of silverware, just to take a pair of forks in hand to prod at her like a Christmas ham, making Sarah howl in pained surprise and jump up with each little poke.

"Phew, you're starting to stink like sweat and chocolate," Monica said with an exaggerated wave at her nose. "We need something to wash that out. Anyone of you kids got any soap?!" The remaining kids shuffled through their stuff before a small boy raised up his hand with a small box of various soaps.

"Perfect! Come on over, big guy!" He jogged over and handed off the stuff, Monica lifting and yanking the cap off a bottle of shampoo, dumping the whole thing over her. Sarah sputtered and tried to breathe through the goop, but when her gasping mouth opened wide, Monica stuffed a whole bar of soap into her mouth. Sarah sputtered and kicked her chubby legs in protect, but a few of the people from the first party started to chant.

"Take a bite! Take a bite! Take a bite!"

Monica grinned back at them, turning to face the crowd rather than her "opponent." "You all wanna see that again?!" she called to the crowd, chanting louder in response to the showmanship. Monica took a few paces back as Sarah was too busy gagging on soap and blinded by shampoo to notice. The Spanish girl charged her at top speed and threw a high kick at her, her boot heel slamming into Sarah's jaw hard enough for her to not only bite right through the soap, making her instinctively swallow the one half, but her chair flying over backward and knocking her off of it. Sarah rolled off it clumsily before landing in a heap beside the gift table, finding herself awkwardly bound to the chair by the cuffs.

“Miss Monica? You dropped this,” offered one of the little boys helpfully, handing her back the half that had flown out of her mouth. Monica laughed as she took it from him gently, giving the young man a firm hug. Some of the adults laughed at the blush on the youngster’s face.

“Good catch, handsome! Tell you what: do you want to grow up and be a wrestler just like Miss Monica?"

The kid nodded, and Monica ruffled his hair as she stood back up. She pulled the chair back upright and stuck the rest of the soap into Sarah's mouth. She pinched Sarah's nose shut, forcing her to choke down the rest of the soap out of instinct. She gagged and burped as it went down, but kept from wretching it back up.

"Let's see if this trick still works," Monica said, holding the boy's shoulder and urging him over to the battered and sticky Sarah. She patted Sarah right on her softly rippling stomach. "Hit her right there for me. Hard as you can."

The blushing boy nodded and wound up way back, burying his little fist right into Sarah's belly button. Sarah gave another quick gag before she suddenly burped, releasing a large bubble out of her lips as she did. The crowd broke into huge cheers and laughter at the spectacle, Monica picking the boy up on one shoulder and patting him on the back as he took his first steps towards his potential wrestling career and his first crush.

Monica set the kid down and went back to Sarah. "Well you sure got your fat butt kicked like a pinata... but you don't quite look the part. You wait here, okay?" She patted Sarah's cheeks, the woman still too dazed to respond and her hands still cuffed to the chair. She went back to her gym bag, pulling out a large jar of paste as large as her head. The crowd gradually turned into an amused "Ohhh!" as they caught up to speed with her plan.

Monica went back to Sarah, a smoking, dirty and sore mess left waiting for her. She looked up groggily just before Monica dumped the paste all over her, splashing the milky cream all over her skin and face as she screamed and squirmed. The kids all shared a laugh at her before Monica clapped her hands for them sharply. “Okay, ninos! Grab some wrapping paper! We’re about to turn this chubby clown into a mummy!”

The kids all cheered and charged in, covering her in the discarded wrapping paper. “Get it all over her now! Push in hard! You know how pigs sweat, and we don’t want that paper just falling back off!”

"It really was nice of her to let the kids enjoy the gifts rather than just herself," commented one of the mothers, still wholly buying the “act” of Sarah’s comical wrestling match. The kids were having fun squishing her big soft body all over with the paper, pressing it in too hard to squash her around beneath it. The paper pressed over her mouth and nose, nothing so tight as to keep her from breathing but certainly unpleasant with the smell of paper and glue sticking all over her face and body.

The clumsy and hasty wrapping in place, the kids backed up to see Sarah still nearly upside down, cuffed to the chair and covered head to toe in mismatched wrapping paper. "Bueno, kiddies," Monica encouraged them as they had her entirely engulfed in the stuff. She undid the cuffs, but grabbed a handful of blonde hair sticking out the back of Sarah's head amidst all the paper.

Monica lifted her up to her knees, Sarah's muffled shouts and protests indecipherable as Monica herded the kids into lining up. "Think it's time we finished playing with the bride so she can go on her way. So everyone line up and give a big kick right here and say 'Happy honeymoon!' Got it?" She pointed to their target of choice, the kids giggling and nodding.

"Happy honeymoon!" they cheered together, then the line started to move. The first young boy stepped up, Monica holding Sarah's arm and hands up so he was free to follow her instructions and kick Sarah squarely in between her legs.

"AWWWW!" Sarah groaned comically at the low blow, trying to fall over and cover herself, but couldn't with Monica holding her up. The kids walked up one after the other, repeated the phrase and the gesture each time.

"Happy honeymoon!"
"AUGGGHH!"
"Happy honeymoon!"
"UNFFF!"
"Happy honeymoon, Miss Piggy!"
"AAACK!"
"Happy honeymoon, Fat Barbie!"
"URGGGGH!"

"She's like a magic eight ball! You never know what sort of nonsense is going to come out of her!" Monica gloated, the kids and adults alike laughing at her. When everyone had a turn (and a few cut back in line to get another shot), Monica shoved Sarah to bend her over on all fours, leaning over the chair with her papery tits squashed into the steel.

"I just gotta see one thing. Your butt's so big I kind of lost track of it." Monica peeled off a few pieces of the wrapping paper before finding the buried treasure she wanted: Sarah's ass still had the brand on her broad buns from before, the AJ from Andrew's pendant still scarred into her soft flesh.

"I knew it! You really are Andrew's favorite auntie," Monica cackled. "In fact... Andy! You still here?!"

There was some applause as Sarah's pesky nephew came forward,  waving to everyone and shaking hands with Monica when she offered. "Pleasure doing business with you again. Now this piglet bridge needs a finisher. You mind giving me a hand with that?"

The crowd cheered in encouragement, and Andrew smiled and shrugged. "Well, if you all insist," he replied, Monica patting the fun-loving young man on the shoulder. Monica hefted her back to her feet, bend over so her partly exposed ass stuck out. Even this deep into the fight, her deep cleavage made a soft splashing noise as a mix of crumbs, chocolate, champagne and punch spilled out from her deep, round breasts.

"Just grab her feet when they go up and push," Monica said, nodding upward towards where her feet would end up. Monica wrapped her arms around Sarah's midsection, hands locking just before her hefty breasts and squashing them up towards her face. The Spanish girl gave a big grunt, leaning back up and lifting Sarah almost perfectly upside down. Her chubby legs kicked weakly, but the professional wrestler kept her balance to the whistling and applause of the crowd. Andrew let her hold her ominously above the ground a moment before he grabbed his aunt by the feet and the two of them spiked her head down, thumping hard into the solid ground near the driveway.

Sarah bounced once before finally flopping down, a chubby, sticky rag doll left on the ground. The crowd popped in approval, wild cheers going up for the big finale. Monica motioned them to wait before she went back towards the front of the house, returning after a few seconds. She was wheeling along a huge crate, similar to a coffin in its size and length. Clearly it was built to carry something about the size of an adult person.

"Had to order the extra wide for her, but I think she'll fit. Who wants to see this mummy go back in her tomb?!" The crowd gave one more cheer of "YEAAA!" as Monica slung Sarah over her shoulder, dumping the punch-drunk, barely-dressed bride into the crate. Sarah nailed it shut on each corner, then slapped a sticker with an airplane and some fine text printed out over it. Monica strutted back over to Sarah's husband, reaching into her cleavage and producing a few stamps.

"Want a lick, big guy?" she grinned impishly, the man laughing and taking the stamps politely before licking them for her and handing them back. Sarah stuck them on next to the label and leaned on it with an assuring wave to the crowd. "Don't you worry. She's just taking her own flight to the honeymoon spot. Cheaper this way anyway." She paused, but then shrugged. "But I didn't check the label too closely. She might just go to a slave trader. Or maybe somebody will think she's some mummified fat pharaoh and throw her into a museum for kids to poke at."

The crowd laughed and clapped some more as a truck pulled up to the front. Right on time as Monica's rental time went up, the boys showed up on time to pick up her "package." They wheeled Sarah's crate into the back, ignoring the groans coming from inside as Monica went back to her fans, giving out autographs and soaking up praises for the show. She gave her card to a few especially eager fans among the family and friends, and Andrew was sure to post their picture on his Facebook that night.

It showed Andrew smiling widely, Monica having slung her arm around his head and squeezing him almost playfully into the side of her chest. A big lipstick mark was visible on his one cheek. The accompanying post read "Thanks to Sarah and her husband for that spicy wedding!"