Dayzee the Yordle Dom

Something I've slowly been leaking online and had on the Patreon for a while: some shortstack dominatrixing. Something I kind of wrote up as a dare from 4chan. I haven't played a ton of LoL, but the yordle girls pop up in shortstack threads and I'm familiar with some of the characters and its big, loose setting. When a general request for yordles came up, I had to ask what the shit they really were. Short version is kind of the League of Legends' gnomes; they're pretty hyper little blue-ish people who tend to get super passionate about one thing, and have minor to extremely canine/fuzzy traits. After mulling it over a bit, I came up with Dayzee, the tiny but cocky dominatrix and her passion for sex with the big folk. So enjoy some softcore tiny lady on grown man dickings!

I had some spare coin to throw around. I was all paid up on bills, and I made some quick gold last night at the tavern (I wasn't nearly as drunk as half the people there, and nobody else ever bets on the yordle in a barfight).

I've always had a thing for yordles. They were just interesting to me as a kid, but I think that attraction was the ears. As I got older, it was the interesting curves that grew on those little bodies. I've seen asses on a yordle that a grown woman couldn't have. T&A that looked like they made up half their bodyweight. It's a strange but fascinating contrast, like all the assets of a woman condensed into something you could fit in a suitcase

I decide to spoil myself. The Dollhouse is the cozy little inn and brothel near the East side of the city, and they say it's older than the town hall. The posters talk about "exotic beauties," by which they mean that they have girls of all species. I see ads for reptiles, mutants, women made of living stone, and even undead ladies. But that's not what I'm after.

A sweet young human lady works the front desk and shows me a sort of menu of the ladies. She helps me pick one out to suit my tastes: a cute yordle, stern, but not TOO rough about it. We briskly handle the business end of things and I'm given a room key, a name, and a send off of "Have a good time."
The room's just something out of a cushy inn; big fluffy bed and dark curtains over the windows for privacy. The yordle standing in the middle of the room is a sexy little thing; plus-sized curves on a pint-sized body. She has thick hips and thighs, and breasts the size of miniature watermelons. Her skin is the color of thick wine to a point of leaning towards a bluish purple. Her hair is a shade of mint green and wound up in two tight, Eastern-style buns, one on either side of her head in a spiraling pattern that resembles ram horns. They're perches right behind her ears, and I notice she's the kind of yordle with a thin fuzz that goes down from her ears that trails off around her shoulders. The ears are wide and pointed, reminding me of a puppy my friend had when I was younger. She wears a pitch black corset with bright pink studs along some of the edges, and it does a great job lifting and showing off her plump chest. The same goes for her snug, silky panties and thigh-high boots in complimenting her jiggly booty.

"So you're Dayzee?" I try.

"You will call me mistress!" Dayzee demands in her sharp, high voice as she cracks a riding crop. Oh boy. "Stacy should have filled you in downstairs! She always forgets that part!" I'm just quiet as the little beauty rants, seemingly to herself before she scowls at me. "Well? On your knees, big boy. You're not doing me any good all the way up there."

I awkwardly drop to my knees, too excited and amused to be properly afraid of her big talk. Apparently the Napoleon complex clearly stuck with Dayzee. She struts up to me, and the wiggle in her hips as she steps looks even better from down here. She still only come up to my chest, and I get an up-close view down her puffed purple cleavage.

"Hang on," she sighs, striding off in a brisk pace compared to her sensual strut from before. She fetches a small stool from the far side of the room and puts it in front of me, carefully stepping up on it. I bite my lip to not smile too widely at the adorable little dominatrix pretending to be in control while she's balancing on a stepladder with her tits right in front of my face.

Dayzee tilts my chin up, inspecting me closely with her narrow pink eyes. Her little fingers gently stroke my neck and chin, making my skin tingle and my dick eager to escape. She finally smiles and forces her mouth into mine, her little lips and tongue working overtime to compensate for their size. She sets aside the riding crop so that she can take my hands and guide them up to her hips rather than hang stupidly by my sides. I squeeze her big, bluish butt and she moans into my mouth, this sweet little whine of a sound that vibrates against my tongue.

She finally takes me by the collar and pushes me back with some surprising strength. "Get in bed, big boy," she orders sensually, and I'm quick to obey as soon as she lets go. It's a real vulnerable feeling to have someone slightly bigger than a toddler in control of you, but damned if it doesn't feel great. She climbs up after me with a complicated heft of her curvy little body to get on the human-sized bed, crawling over on all fours as absolutely everything on her jiggles. She starts to undo my shirt as she pushes her wine-colored breasts into my face. "Keep yourself busy with these, baby," she coos in her spritely voice, and I gladly do. I kiss and suck on the amazingly soft skin, and she stops her slow undressing of me to take my hand again and lead it up to her chest. "Come on, you big lug. It's not like you're not going to break them. Get a little rough. Have some fun."

I grow some balls at Dayzee’s encouragement and pull down on the corset. Her boobs spring out like excited puppies glad to be let out of their pen, and even her nipples are cute and gently upturned at the ends of her hefty breasts. I suck on one of the thumb-sized tips, and I can feel her breathing grow more intense as they puff back and forth against my face. She finally gets my shirt off, and when she's teasing her tiny hands around my stomach, I get up some courage. My mouth is still on her breasts when I bring my hands up to start stroking her ears.

The confident, coy look on Dayzee's face vanishes as her eyes go wide, and the fuzzy growths flicker in between my fingers. Her mouth hangs open like she's stupefied, and I can feel her thighs slowly start to rub together beside me. I stroke over their stiff edges, trying not to disturb her carefully wound up hair. I always wondered what they felt like, and they're a bit more stiff and taut than human ears. They're warm and distinctly fluffy, and I'm surprised at how aroused it makes me. I'm not exactly an ear fetishist, but it's clearly a big deal to Dayzee from the way her brain just seemed to shut down when I went to her unusual erogenous zone.

Over a minute passes when she manages to weakly push a hand away. "Save that for later," she pants out, her eyes looking glassy until she blinks them a few times. She clears her tiny throat and blushes a deep violet before crawling down to take down the rest of my clothes. She teases my shaft with her delicate fingers before she starts to kiss around the base, gently scraping with her dull little teeth once in awhile like a possessive dog with a toy. She keeps looking up at me to make sure I'm enjoying myself, and I absolutely am.

"Mmm, you're a real mouthful, aren'tcha?" she praised in her permanent giggle of a voice. "Whatcha gonna do with a big thing like that, hmmm?" She straddles one of my legs, one big thigh on either side as she takes my cockhead into her mouth. She can barely fit more than that in her thin blue lips and little mouth, so she sucks and licks even harder to make up for it. Her breasts hang out of her corset and rub their warm flesh on my balls, and I feel the delicate silk of her panties grind against my knee. They hug against her wet crotch, showing me an outline of her puffy labia. Dayzee must be enjoying this at least half as much as I am.

"You ready for this?" she asks. My bigger concern is if she's ready for it, but she seems to much more confident and experienced in the matter that I just nod. She seems to know what she's doing. She stands up on the foot of the bed and slowly strips out of the last of her gear. With the corset down, her breasts are free to bounce all over, and dainty little toes come out of her boots. Her pussy is slightly puffy, almost pouty, and has a wide bit of peach fuzz around the top that's more fur more than pubic hair. Rather than jumping right on my shaft, she turns around and so that she's sitting on me with that round bottom jiggling expectantly in my face.

"Deep breath now," she chimes and gives me a second before she presses her rump into my face. Even with an ass that big, she's lightweight enough that it's not really smothering me. I knead her ass enough that I can get my tongue inside underneath her crotch. She lets out this childish laugh as I reach her pussy. She to grind rhythmically on my face, her sweet snatch starting to smear her juices on me while her ass cheeks rub against my face.

I'll admit that the rumors are true: yordles taste like purple. There's a faintly fruity taste to her, and that small of a pussy apparently produces a lot of lube to accommodate its "guests." Either I'm doing a good job at my oral or she just wants to watch me squirm, because she turns around to wrap her chubby thighs around her my head and push her mound right into my mouth. It's so puffy and tiny that I can take it all in and suck on it like an orange. Her watchful eyes and knowing smile oversee my actions, and she plays with her big jiggly tits as she sees me hungrily eat her out.
"Got a sweet tooth, do ya?" Dayzee teases, her tiny hands brushing against my stomach. At first I think she's teasing me, her fingertips only barely touching the tip of my shaft. The way she grunts and leans though, I think she just realizes her arms can't reach far enough to do both. I help make the decision for her as I lift her up by the hips with some minimal effort. A string of her pussy juice mixed with my spittle runs between her crotch and my mouth as she gets her feet back under her, flashing me a little smile of thanks.

She sticks that bounty of a butt out behind her and eases down on top of me. She's wet and warm enough that it feels like dipping my dick into a hot bath. She starts to hump in this slow, spiraling motion, wiggling me in subtly deeper. At first, it's clear it won't all fit inside her unless I want to risk popping something. She starts out with this interesting trick, where she sits back between my legs. She arches her back so that she's in a crab-walk position, showing off some rather tight little abs to go with those soft tits. I'm not sure what she's up to at first, but I can see a subtle bulge in her lower belly where my dick ends, right below her little patch of fur. She leans back on her arms for balance as she stretches out her legs, and rather than taking me all the way in, she wraps her thighs around the rest of my shaft, her dainty toes rubbing softly against my balls.

It's all overwhelmingly satisfying without truly making me finish. I'm barely keeping my wits enough to only thrust slightly so I don't rip poor Dayzee in half. But she knows what she's doing and she shows it. I don't notice until her feet are resting on my stomach that she's slowly moving deeper. The bulge shows a bit higher, and more of my shaft has her... not so much humping as she is wriggling. It makes all her soft bits jiggle, and I can see her face bundled up in concentration, as if feeling her way through this with nothing but her vaginal muscles.

"Whatcha starin' at?" She's breathing heavily, but it's this steady, controlled breathing like an athlete instead of a chubby runt of a girl. The dominatrix angle seems mostly gone as she gives me a confident, playful smile. For all the effort her body's going through just to fuck me, she's clearly having fun with this.

"Prettiest little yordle I've seen in a long time." I'm apparently not so far gone in my lusty haze to lose a little bit of wit, at least. Dayzee giggles and oh gods, my dick can feel every twitch of her abdomen when she does. She sees the response in my face and that just makes her laugh harder, this chiming noise as her high voice gets even higher. "Wow, you really tickle me just right," she grins as the giggles finally trail off. "You're going to be a fun one, I can tell."

With that, she pushes her hips forward in one final thrust. I'm balls deep in the yordle riding on top of me, which I only realize because her booty jiggles right against my nads when she comes to a stop. She gives a big grunt of pleasure, bringing her hands around to rest between my chest and stomach as she rides slowly up and down. Her eyes close a bit as if it's some huge relief to her just to relax her abs. Or maybe yordles keep their clits somewhere halfway up to their throats.
"You alright?" I ask as I reach my longer arms down to take her hands, pulling gently to help with the rhythm of our thrusts.

"Shut up and fuck me," she commands, her eyes fluttering between half-lidded and wide open. It's as if she can't decide if having me inside her is the most relaxing or most thrilling thing in her life. It's a long, slow ride, but damn if it's not all amazing. I have no idea where I am inside her except for "incredibly deep," and I help hold her steady by her breasts to pull her back down whenever she pumps back up. She moans a lot, but when she seems to enjoy but get used to that, I bring out the secret weapon again.

My hands move up to her shoulders, rubbing the thin fur that blends into her skin color. She twitched and laughs again, not sure if it tickles or if she's just excited for what comes next. My fingers brush past her hair buns and I lightly pinch her around the ears, rubbing along the firm and fuzzy edges. She shakes all over like she just had a seizure, and I feel a warm stream of something run down my shaft. Her body relaxes for a moment, and she grabs my wrists to force them to stay against her ears.
"Don't stop," she orders, continuing her full body thrusting. Dayzee's ass slaps against my balls. Her thighs hug around the front of my pelvis. Her ears tense and twitch between my attentive and exploring fingers. Her breasts bounce heavily enough they make soft slapping noises. Her face twists in this wild delight, biting her lip or giving high-pitched squeaks, purrs, and those enticing little laughs. Her abs and lower belly bulge and roll as it goes through her curvy little body.

It's enough that I eventually have to cum in her, and her whole body seems to flex to grind on her harder. What feels like hours worth of buildup shoots into Dayzee as she hurriedly works out a second orgasm over me. She's all clenched so tight around me that I don't have to hold her on as I finally flop back onto the bed, breathing heavily as she's basically impaled on top of me.
"Mmm, you sure know how to treat a lady," she coos at last, her eyes half-lidded and breathing heavy as she gives me another Cheshire grin.

"You took that like a champ yourself," I praise back, getting another dick-clamping giggle. Dayzee slides back off of me, and apart from a wet slurping noise and a distinct pop at the end, it seems to be a lot quicker than getting me inside of her. She climbs off and heads to a standing coat rack, tugging a miniature fluffy pink robe off of one of the lower hooks. She wraps it around herself and heads towards the door. "It's going to be a long night, big boy. You want anything from downstairs? My treat." Of course, The Dollhouse paid for a room for the night as well as food, drink, and your girl of choice, so it was a bit less generous than she made it sound.

I get some water, and at Mistress Dayzee's prodding, something a little stronger. "Perfect!" she chimes. "Because I want  you hard and ready again in thirty, you big lug. Then we can get to the REAL fun stuff." Dayzee picks up her riding crop, snapping its tip against her foot stool as she winks at me and goes down for the drinks.

Some Minor Updates

There'll be a few more stories on their way here soon, but just a few things I've been up to online. I've signed on with a small group that's paying me to write for a visual novel, so I'll probably have news of them up eventually.


I'm also keeping up to date on the Patreon, and we'd reached $50 last month so I got some commission art done for the backers to view.

I ALSO finally got around to writing part 2 of Kate Kinsley vs Fuckin' Everybody, a real popular piece I put out a few years ago as my Scott Pilgrim parody turned into its own tale about drunken love and drunken brawling. Part 2's up on the Patreon, and will probably leak that one eventually
https://www.patreon.com/sandcastles


I'm also sorting out these stories now that there's labels/hashtags to use on this site. It'll make stories easier to follow when they're parts of a series or spaced apart. You can always find them at the bottom of a story or post, like this one!

Anonymoo "greentext" mini story

a little something I threw up on a whim on 4chan the other day. chubby cow of a girl roommate 
check http://furry.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=925561 if you need a reference. not much to explain beyond her being a cow-themed Anonymous figure. and don't sweat the link if you'd rather not see furry stuff. Just a gal with cow ears.

>Anonymoo roommate

>super sweet but clumsy and ditzy as fuck

>ass and tits get stuck in doorways around the apartment if she's not careful and you have to push at her soft body to get her out

>needs your help to reach things from high shelves or the back of the fridge because her giant tits get in the way

>get slapped by tits, ass or belly if she turns too quickly. get a big apologetic hug when she does

>tries to impress you by accidentally using memes incorrectly in conversation

>get a text one day

>it's a selfie of her in a cow print bikini

>immediately followed by "ANON! DON'T LOOK! HOW DO I UNSEND THIS!?"

>one day she seems moany and uncomfortable

>ask her what's up

>after some pressing because she's a shitty liar, she hugs her massive boobs and milk starts to leak out her nips

>"I... I can't quite reach the tips. Anonymom used to help me with it... I could use another strong set of hands, but I don't want to be a pain..."

>mess around with best way to do this

>end up with her in just her panties (stretched out like a thong; they were not originally) on the bed

>gets on all fours with her cute blush and innocently staring question mark like she doesn't realize it's sexual

>tits hang so low that they touch the bed and doesn't do you any good

>has to balance on her knees while you help her stay steady on her bubble butt

>plan to just strip the sheets when you're done as you start massaging and pulling gently on her Kit-Kat-sized nipples

>Anonymoo making all sorts of noises: cooing, whimpering, gasping, and of course, mooing

>ask her if it feels alright, and she nods like crazy

>finally pinch and pull enough that she gives a little shout and her milk comes out like you opened a tap for a second

>can't help but lick your fingers and she bites her lip

>asks if it's good

>super sweet and thick like a milkshake. tell her it's tasty as hell

>she blushes harder and bends her shoulders to thrust her tits out at you invitingly

>"Well don't stop, moo..."

>start to grope her rougher and firmer, and she just gets more excited and more milky

>mouth hanging open in awe

>take initiative and pop one into your mouth to get it right from the source

>Anonymoo starts breathing heavy and loses her shit

>falls over on top of you so that you're buried in her chub and tits, unable to breathe except by sucking on her udder

>"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

>"...but don't stop!"

>keep chugging away at her

>she keeps wailing and moaning like she'll never get tired and milking like she'll never get empty

>can hear her sloshing as she pumps against you

>start to realize you have no idea how much you've drank but just want more

>she's so much taller and chubbier than you that when she groans especially big, you feel her gut bounce against your groin

>pull on one tit and suck the other like your life depends on it (it kind of does with her clumsily smothering you)

>"Mooo.... moooooore," she moans. "Drink me dry, anon!"

>drowning in her milk and fat until it feels like something pops in her and one last, huge wave gushes from her nipples as if she came from them

>bed ruined, clothes a mess, sweaty as fuck, and cum sticking your pants to her flabby tummy

>she tells you how much better that feels, and she sits up and her boobs even look a few sizes smaller

>that night she cooks you a nice big meal for thanks (even if she almost burns the burgers)

>have a soda with it but it tastes disgusting

>find you have some uncontrollable craving for Anonymoo's milk

>drink it with every meal and whenever she needs it from then on

>she shows you a special trick she learned online the other day

>for desert, she concentrates so hard she looks like she's going to wet herself

>instead, she plops her fat tit into a bowl and lactates ice cream

>covers it in chocolate sauce and caramel, the works

>tells you while you eat it that she realized she could do it when someone told her to cool her tits

>can also make hot cocoa come out of them

>only thing she can't do is make them smaller

>next morning, they're big as ever again

>”Anon, if it’s not too much trouble…”

Ashley's Antidote commission

a sequel to the popular "Ashley stories" I posted up a while back. A college girl who gains near super strength and uses it to get back at her bullies with her friends. This one takes a slightly different direction, but more of the same kind of fun. And don't forget, I've got a Patreon linked on the main page. Check it out, because we just got to the goal where I start hiring artists every other month for story art.


Megan and the girls were hurting from the last beating. The bruises and bumps had all gone away, but they were starting to realize the futility of their rivalry. Natasha had bailed on the group entirely, wanting to move on and actually try to enjoy her college life rather than get her ass kicked over and over again. The rest of the girls were far more petty.

"This sucks ass," Kasey growled, pacing through the living room of Megan's house. The girls had gotten together to drink, sulk, and scheme in whatever order they showed up at their miserable little gathering. "I remember when we were the most popular!"

Meredith nodded along as she drank from her wine cooler. She was the newest of the bunch, but a drop dead blond and part-time model with double-D tits only matched in the group by Megan's mom. "I remember when being the hottest made you most popular, not some cheater fake drug thing," she huffed, making her breasts bounce in her top.

Amber squeezed a fist around her can of beer with a frown. "I remember kicking HER ass, not the other way around. If it weren't for that trashy juice in them, I could take them all down myself."

Debbie sipped some of her wine and nodded before glancing over at Megan. "You alright, hon? The shots getting to you, or the conversation?"

Megan shook her head. "No, I'm just thinking... I think I know a girl."

Bunny snorted and leaned back in her seat on the couch next to Gabriella. "Right. We all knew people. Now they know better to hate our guts or laugh at us," she sighed.

"No, bitch, I mean useful people. People who'd be on our side." She smirked and took a swig from her bottle. "And... people who could do something about those dweebs."

Everyone's attention went to Megan. "What?" Amber frowned. "Because short of stealing that stuff again, I don't know anyone on campus tougher than I am."

"And that's why you fuck it up," Megan grinned. "It's not force we need, it's nerds." The girls were quiet at this response. "It's how they got to where they are! Being sneaky and smart with their science and stuff! I remember there was a girl back in science class with me and Ash..."


The girls were soon down at the lab with Alexandria, though all of them called her Ali for short. She had long dark curls hanging over a pretty face. Unlike Kimmy with her short and mousey look, Ali looked like one of the girls. Contacts instead of glasses and well-dressed instead of a t-shirt and lab coat made her stand out much more than Kimmy as far as the eye was concerned. For science, though...

"Oh, gladly!" Ali blurted, wheeling herself up to her computer in the lab. "Kimmy won't shut up about how her formula works in her presentations and grants and shit," she muttered bitterly as the bullies followed. "The formula itself might be secret, but it doesn't mean it's fucking magic. And I am sick of that girl rubbing in my face how much smarter she is than me!"

Of course, Kimmy never did any such thing. The girl was so modest and socially unaware that her focus on her studies rather than what people thought of her was what pushed her ahead of Ali everytime.

"So you can fix it? I mean like, stop their serum?" Bunny pried.

"Turn them back into human beings instead of their super soldier bullcrap? Totally," Ali boasted. "I've been messing around with stuff like that in my spare time anyway. I've got all sorts of useful stuff. Sleeping pills, flavor enhancers, chemical birth control... even this stuff that can control people's minds."

Gabriella was leaning on the table, instinctively showing off her ass before she paused. "You know... the word is Sam's all over this new guy, Brad. Can't get enough of him, even if she's way out of her league."

"Way I heard it, that's not what Brad thinks," Meredith scoffed. "They're hitting it off pretty good."

"Ugh! It just makes me sick! Do you KNOW how many times that girl has spanked me now!?" Gabby blurted angrily.

"See? She took your dignity away from you!" Megan snapped.

"And your pants," Amber added seriously.

"This is why we need you, Ali! Fighting fire with nerd fire! They took all this from us, and we're going to take it back for the hot ones! We'll take their muscles, we'll take their popularity, and we'll take their boytoys!"



On the other end of things, the girls were doing great. The money from the bakery and Kimmy's research had let them rent out an off-campus house. Samantha, Ashley and Kimmy roomed together there, since their other friends didn't want to strand their existing roommates. Sam had been spending a lot of time out of the house anyway: she had fallen for Brad. They'd met at the carnival at their pie-throwing booth they're improvised. He was good-looking and a quarterback on the football team, and eventually she found out he came from a rich family. He'd been glad to talk with her ever since he saw her show at the fair, fascinated to learn more about the cute but powerful blonde. They'd even started using "the L word" around each other, and her friends were delighted for her.

Then one day when he asked what he wanted to do for dinner, he just got a reply of "Can't. I'm going out with Gabby tonight."

Her roommates passed her by, seeing her staring at her phone and then jumping when she barked out "THE ASS GIRL!?" Kim and Ash comforted her and convinced Sam to sleep on it rather than go flip out on her new boyfriend, but the next morning was less promising. Lots of selfies on Gabriella's facebook of her and Brad together. Any texts and calls Sam sent to him went ignored or getting noncommittal replies. Commitment wasn't a problem, though, apparently, because by the end of the week, there was some significant pictures and status changes: Brad had proposed to Gabby, and he had thrown some money around to get them married this weekend. The girls were braced for Samantha to burst into tears, but she just stood up with balled up fists.

"I'm finding that bitch!" she growled. "I am finding her and kicking that bitch's ass right off of her! You guys wanna come!?" Kimmy and Ash nodded, if for nothing else to make sure she didn't get too crazy about this. Also because they’d take any excuse to pay back the girls who had ruined their high school life.


Some basic searching online found out that the bullies were having a bachelorette party at Megan’s house. The trio drove over and threw the door open, finding Gabby and her girls laughing, drinking, and eating together. "Alright!" Sam demanded, fists clenched and ready. "What did you meddling bunch of shitheads do!?"
Debbie turned and looked surprised before swallowing the rest of your drink. "Oh, more guests. Friends of the groom, I take it?" she smiled widely at them.

Gabby rolled her eyes, sitting up with her tacky plastic tiara reading "Bride to be" across the front. "I don't get what you're so mad about, Sam. Brad just realized he had better options. Who could say no to an ass like this anyway?" Gabby gave her booty a smack, getting an encouraging cheers of the other girls.

Kimmy glared past the other girls at Ali. "What did YOU do?" she asked pointedly. Ashley and Samantha looked between the two of them as Kimmy pointed. "I know you were working on that compound for taming animals. This isn't just unethical, it's... gross and creepy!"

Ali laughed proudly. "I've been doing my homework, that's all. And what's a few favors between friends?"

"I'll talk some sense into Brad when I see him," Sam decided, stepping forward. "And I'll beat some sense into you girls first!"

"That's what you think!" Gabby cackled, stepping back as if to try to run. Instead, Amber beside her grabbed the punk bowl and threw its contents over the intruding heroines. The three of them gasped as the sticky red juice soaked into their skins and clothes, staring agape before Ashley growled furiously.

"You NEVER know when to stop!" she snapped, grabbing Amber by the collar of her blouse. The busty boxer smirked and shoved Ashley in the chest... sending her staggering back several steps as Ashley instantly lost her grip on the big bully. Ashley looked surprised at her hands, flexing her fingers testingly. "Uh... guys?"

Sam testingly shoved a nearby armchair, which only scooting an inch or so over. Kimmy's eyes widened and muttered a little "Uh oh..."

The rest of the girls smirked at their realization. "I'm starting to think these guests came uninvited," Megan announced to the party. "Let's show them out, huh girls?"

Megan stepped in and punched Ashley in the stomach. Her old victim grunted and doubled over holding her belly, but she turned back up and slapped Megan back across the face. She may not have her formula anymore, but she wasn't the same old pushover she was in high school. She'd also been in a half dozen fights since then, and she had long learned not to rely on nothing but her strength.

Sam made a run for Gabriella, furiously hissing. "You bitch!" She grabbed for Gabby's hair, but she stepped back and kicked Sam in the legs to trip her to the floor. Bunny and Kasey stepped over as the three girls laughed derisively as they kicked and stomped on the bigger girl, keeping her down and defenseless.

Kimmy ran to try to help her, even as the least experienced among the group. Meredith caught Kimmy by a handful of her hair, getting a pained squeal from the short geeky girl. "Come here, you nosey little pinata," she crowed, grabbing Kimmy's arms and holding her arms behind her back. Ali gladly stepped up, cracking her knuckles before she started to slap Kimmy's face around, knocking her glasses off.

Ashley went on fighting, pinning Megan against a wall before she was punched in the ribs by Amber. The smaller coed grunted and curled up holding her side, just for Debbie to grab her by the hair and throw her off her daughter. Ashley tumbled to the floor by the door they'd come in, trying to crawl over to help her friends. Megan just kicked her in the belly, knocking the wind out of her again and pinning her head to the ground by the hair.

"Get the point yet, bitch?" Megan gloated, looking to Ashley's pinned and battered friends. "No more powers, no more boytoy, no more winning! Hope you're feeling nostalgic, because things are going right back to the way they used to be. Hey, Amber! Help me take out this trash!"

The two bullies grabbed Ashley by the arms, literally throwing her out the front door to land on the lawn. A few seconds of shouting and cursing later and Sam and Kimmy got the same treatment, the bullies' laughter ringing through the night air as they slammed the door shut on the beaten girls.

"Sorry, Sam..." Kimmy mumbled, spitting out a bit of grass. "It... it must be something wrong with the formula. I... I can fix this. Really."

Sam was just quiet, laying on her chest on the lawn before she sighed. "Thanks... thanks, Kim. But it's alright. Let’s…” She sniffed and awkwardly pushed herself back to her feet. “Let’s just go home.” Ashley went to pat her on the shoulder and give her own apologies, but Sam wiped some angry tears from her eyes. “We’ll get them. You watch.”

Ashley smiled a bit at the sight of her driven friend and nodded. “Yea. Let’s get em.”


A short walk later, the girls were back in front of their house. Kimmy had taken some samples and found that the punch had the serum blocker in there. Some neutralizing compound that blocked any effects that they usually had.

"So we're back at square one?" Ashley asked.

"Maybe..." Kimmy mused. "I could try a stronger formula like that time. See if that works... but I don't know if I can make that overnight. If we don't stop the wedding, who knows what we'll have to go through to fix that. If I had an immunizer before I thought about a repellent, I could have done something. But this... just... ahhh dang it!" Even when she cursed, Kimmy was cute and nerdy. Kimmy kicked a rock, sending it flying across the road... and over another house's roof. She blinked up at it in surprise before she trotted over to the mailbox.

"Kim, what are you doing?" Ashley asked. Kimmy took one of the fence posts and pulled with a grunt, knowing she wouldn't be able to budge the firmly-rooted wood... until it popped up with a creak as it bent the nails on it.

"Guys! The serum! It still works!"

The girls looked up with some hope in their eyes. "Wait, so... what do we do about the antidote? If it's back, that means they can shut it off again, right?" Sam asked.

"Well, think of it like a virus. It's just a chemical imbalance that causes the real symptoms. So all we need's a little booster shot that blocks the reactions it causes. Filling in the cracks, you know? I traced the reaction that it caused in us and make a sort of antibody to counter-"

"Fix it. Right. Great idea, Kim," Ashley cut off. "Can you get it by tomorrow?"

Kimmy nodded eagerly. "And then some!"


The wedding was as fancy as it could get for such short notice. Gabby and Brad had reserved the ballroom of a hotel and set up a buffet-style row of caterers on one side. There was a complete dance floor and of course, a giant wedding cake waiting for the end of the ceremony. Gabby's friends and the groomsmen were already at the front of the wedding hall just beside the ballroom, just waiting for Brad to come down and then Gabby for things to start properly. Everyone was in their seats, waiting for what was about to happen; it was mostly fellow students at the hurried marriage, but there were a few puzzled relatives as well.

The music started for Brad to come out down the aisle, but the door behind him burst open. Kimmy, Ashley, and Samantha hurried into the waiting room. They had brought Joyce with them to the wedding, just in case the worst happened and they needed someone who could fight without their powers.

"Sam? What are you doing here?" Brad said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Apologizing, mostly," Sam said as she caught her breath. "Sorry. Kimmy?"

Kim grabbed the would-be groom by the arm, rolling up his sleeve and slapping on what looked like a nicotine patch. Brad winced for a second before he looked at them blankly. "Um... Sam? Ash? Why am I in a suit about to marry Gabby?"

"Yes!" Kimmy pumped her fist in the air. "Neutralized!"

"Ah, we knew you could do it," Ashley assured her, giving Kim a quick hug with one arm.

"Hey!" Gabriella came storming out from a side room, fists on her curvy hips. She had clearly gone by the advice of her friends when it came to her wedding dress, because it made Ashley wonder if they had simply used a mock-dress from their failed sex toy shop. It ran way too low on her cleavage and pushed up on her breasts, and the trailing part of the dress was incredibly short so that it could show off some leg and not hide her proud ass. "What do you meddling shits think you're doing!?"

"Stopping you," Sam snapped, stepping towards her with a crack of her knuckles. Gabby sneered back and reached into her open cleavage, pulling out what looked like one of the little pouches of rice they gave out at weddings. She instead threw it onto the ground, where it went up with a pop like a firecracker and gave a quick burst of purple gas at the girls.

Sam and the girls gave a quick cough, and Gabby sneered. "Just came back for another ass-kicking, did you?" the fraudulent bride mocked, shoving Sam in the chest... who didn't budge. Gabby's smile dropped from her face as Sam jerked her thumb back at the smiling Kimmy.

"We got better." With that, Sam punched Gabby square in the face, knocking her backward into the aisle in front of the waiting crowd. The attending guests stared in quiet surprise for a moment, but Brad stepped through the door after her.

"Get her, Sammy!" he called after her as his smiling girlfriend stormed after the panicking Gabriella.

The crowd broke into laughs and cheers as Gabby looked to her friends for backup. They hurried down the aisle, though most likely because they hadn't realized that the other girls were immune to their weakening strategy.

Megan and Bunny lead the charge, but Ashley ran in to intercept them. She swung her arms in a quick clothesline to bring them both down before they could bother to ready a punch, especially in their constricting gowns. They both hit the floor with big, obnoxious grunts as the air flew out of their lungs, letting Joyce step up and slug Debbie in the stomach. The busty milf was bent over by the body blow, apparently her dress so tight-fitting that it was all it took for her breasts to bounce right out of her top. Joyce neatly blocked another swing from Meredith, grabbing her by the hair shoving her into Debbie until the two fell over into a slutty, noisy, tangled heap beside the pews.

"What is wrong with you idiots!? I gave you the way to stop them!" Ali snapped, stomping after them and going right for Kimmy. The geeky girl had caught Amber's arm with a speedy gesture and kneed her in the stomach. The big boxing blonde grunted hard, taking a few more knees before she was awkwardly shoulder-tossed into one of the tables stacked with gifts (that piled on top of her like an avalanche of sparkly wrapping paper).

Ali dug into a fold of her dress and produced the same pouch of counter-serum that Gabby had used earlier. "You just hit em with this and they're wusses again!" She threw the makeshift gas bomb at Kimmy's feet, getting a brief cough before she turned to her angrily. Alexandria seemed to get the hint and froze on the spot.

"Your perfume stinks," Kimmy said sternly, stepping up to her and grabbing Ali's hair. "By which I mean your gas doesn't work anymore," she added with a matching grim tone. "I wanted to make sure that was clear." With that, she turned and gave a sharp swing with Ali's hair, almost lifting her off her feet with the force as the rival bully shrieked and was flung back down the aisle until she slid noisily across the dance floor.

Sam was on top of Gabby, pinning the man-stealing, skanky bride and slapping her face and tits around as fast and hard as she could. Kasey managed to grab her from behind and pull her off, but Samantha just charged backward and crushed Kasey between her back and one of the pews where the guests were seated. Kasey yelped and let her go, just for Samantha to flip her over one of the pews so her ass stuck up in the air, keeping her busy as she tried to right herself without just falling flat on her head. It still required a lot of kicking of her legs, getting the crowd to laugh as her dress rode up and showed her panties to the guests.

Ash gave Megan a firm kick to the belly, sending her rolling out onto the dance floor. “Oh, I never get tired of paying you dopes back,” she mused, only stopping when she heard Bunny give a wild battle cry and try to rush her from behind, ruining her element of surprise. With her reflexes, Ash had plenty of time to whirl around and catch Bunny by the wrist that was brandishing a bottle of champagne that she’d grabbed from the table. The improvised weapon stopped harmlessly in between them, except that Ashley firmly chopped the top of the bottle. The shaken bottle popped right open and sprayed Bunny all over her face and chest with the foam as she screamed and choked on it.

Kimmy went after Ali, leaving Amber to try stumbling after her without tripping over shiny wrapping paper. Kimmy spotted an ice sculpture that Gabriella had gone out of her way to buy for the big event, and smiled as her mind found its way towards some punishment rather than science.

The chilly piece of art was a two foot-tall ice swan, thick and dense so that it would last through most of the ceremony. Kimmy grabbed Ali by the heels, dragging her rival over to the dining table where the sculpture was waiting. Kimmy tore at her rival's dress, ripping the lower half into shreds and then lifting Ali up and dropping her crotch-first onto the ice swan. With hardly anything to protect her thighs and crotch from the intense cold, Ali was left to bounce and jolt as she screamed in shock, awkwardly riding the sculpture while Kimmy and the crowd laughed on.

Joyce grabbed Debbie and Meredith off the ground, the two ladies too frantic and surprised to get up on their own before the teacher got to them. Joyce snatched them both in a headlock, grinning down at the girls' breasts hanging out of their too-tight dresses. She led them over to the long table full of food, lifting them back upright by their hair.

"No! No!" Debbie blurted, shoving at Joyce futilely as she saw what was below them. The teacher ignored them and dunked them down, burying Meredith's pretty face smothered in the chunky bowl of dip and Debbie's in the rich, red punch, the stuff splashing with their thrashing until it started to pool in between their breasts.

"Nice one, Joyce!" Samantha called across the dance floor. She gave Gabby another knee in the stomach, keeping the thieving bride winded before throwing her at the table. Gabriella hit it with her stomach, grunting as she flopped her upper body onto it. "Pass the punch down here, why don't you?"

Joyce shoved the big glass bowl to slide down the table and clunk lightly off of Gabby's head. It splashed some over the fraudulent bride's face, but Samantha forced her up and shoved her face deep in the red mess, letting her gag and gurgle as she splashed the dark color over her trashy and off-white dress.

Kasey caught up and got Sam by the hair, but her grip was immediately cut off when the angry blonde slammed her elbow back into the bully's stomach. Gabriella was able to pull her face from the punch bowl, grabbing both sides of it for balance. Samantha just snatched the phony bride by the back of her dress.

"Hey, Kim! Can you wrap this one up for me?" Samantha called, shoving Kasey over to her brilliant besty.

"Got it!" Kimmy called back, already having taken Amber into a headlock. She rushed forward, driving Amber's head into Kasey's stomach and stunning the both of them. She turned around for a quick spin before she threw both of the girls forward, slipping across a few feet of dance floor before they crashed into and fell over the DJ's booth.

Joyce nudged Ashley and nodded towards Debbie and Meredith, the two stumbling and still blinded by their faces full of food and drink. "Did you want to trade? My dates have been hitting the punch a little too hard," the teacher grinned.

Ashley laughed and gave Megan a shove, tripping her to make her fall right into Joyce's grasp. "Sure. Isn't a mother-daughter dance a tradition or something anyway?" Joyce grinned back and casually tossed Meredith back towards Ash to keep her stocked on playthings. The teacher punched Megan in the jaw, hard enough to send her stumbling into her mom. The two grabbed onto each other for balance, but Joyce came barreling after them and threw a high kick into Megan's back. The mother and daughter screamed as they were flung back hard enough to crash into the food table, snapping it in half beneath them and spilling the rest of its contents over them.

"Hey, Ash! Over here!" Ashley looked up with her pair of opponents to see Samantha waving her over. She was still dragging the beaten and messy Gabriella after her by the hair, standing by the wedding cake. It was tall and elaborately frosted and iced, and topped with the little plastic bride and groom.

"Oh sweet," Ashley grinned, even as she turned and punched Bunny off her feet and flat on the floor. It left her laid out and knocked silly, looking like the party drunk. "Mind if we have a piece?"

"Sorry, but the bride gets the first taste," Samantha said with a grin. She spun Gabby around, letting her stumble dizzily into the table that held up the cake. Her ass bumped into it, rocking the cake in place while Sam grabbed the edge of her dress and punches her a few more times in the gut. When she looked like she was ready to be sick, Samantha delivered a huge uppercut to her jaw. It didn't exactly send her flying, but the mad and extra strong Sam hit hard enough to lift her briefly off her feet, and that was all she needed to send her flying into the fradulent wedding cake. She smashed into it, the mass of cake and frosting smearing and collapsing all over her. She tumbled head over heels through it, and the crowd and the girls laughed as her rolling made her shapely ass leave an imprint in the middle of the white mess.

With the bride seeing stars and a mess of frosting over her face, the rest of the girls joined in, gathering the rest of them and hurling them into the mess of cake. Ashley dragged Bunny over into it to toss her limp form into the practical pit of dough, and made sure to grind some into Meredith's face before she threw her in as well. With the bullies left powerless and groaning, and the crowd laughing and cheering (especially Brad), the band of friends looked over their handiwork.

"So what do we do with them now? Think they got the point?" Joyce asked the rest of them. They had more experience dealing with the bunch of bitches than she did.

"I think they need a little something extra," Sam decided. "Kimmy? Can you find out if Alie has any more of that mind control stuff?"

Kimmy waded through the mess carefully before tugging off Ali's dress, dumping out its contents. "Looks like a little more, yea. She must have been ready for it to wear off."

"Is it enough to dose up all of them?"

"Barely... probably just enough to last about five minutes. Maybe ten."

"Perfect. Load them up. I've got an idea."


They borrowed Kimmy's laptop, dragged the messy girls into a corner of the main lobby, and filled the bad girls up with the mind control gas. Given their instructions, the bullies even  acted happy to do it. They recorded the video and released it on Facebook, the same way they'd released their wedding invitation.

It showed Gabriella's face smiling at the camera up close. "Hi, everyone! Hope you didn't mind my little prank this week. Brad was nice enough to go along with it."
Ali moved the camera aside to face her next. "We know him and Samantha are super in love, so I was just messing around. I wouldn't get between them."
Bunny took it next. "Just wanted to say, best of luck you two! Hope you can have an actual wedding some day!"

With that, the girls giggled and turned the laptop to show the crowd of guests that had gathered for the wedding, trying to hide their snickers and laughter. The bullies ran back around into view, prancing and giggling as it was revealed they were stripped entirely naked, wearing nothing but the stains of punch, food and icing that had creeped under their clothes. They waved and blew kisses and groped each other playfully, just slutting it up for the camera in general. Ashley picked up the laptop after about a full minute of that, smiling with Kimmy, Sam and Joyce behind her.

"Hey, for real, though. Good luck out there, future Sam. We love ya." She switched off the webcam, turning back to the party to tie up the bullies while they were still compliant and full of mind control drugs.

Hellbridge fights: Emma vs Meili Sumo Match (commission)

A big commission from a recent customer, paying extra for the express delivery and extra long stuff. He was a fan of the Hellbridge furry stuff, so asked me to deliver on a specific match request; a panda and hippo sumo bout (no hands, no hitting, just body attacks). Fun to explore the idea, and it came out quick given the narrative of the announcers.



For reference, these are the girls we're talking about. Not the same fight mind you.
http://hellbridge.deviantart.com/art/Emma-vs-Meili-2-186479846

The league was known to get pretty creative with its match ideas, but this was something special. They had held sumo matches before, even if they were mostly just an excuse to put their biggest girls in thongs. Tonight was supposed to be especially exotic. Having landed that contract at last, the night was once again hosted by Richard "Richter" and Mona, the veteran fighter of a rhino and cute sportscaster of a mouse.

Richter: "Good evening, folks! Richter and Mona here to call what some are calling the most unusual match of the year."

M: "They're calling it 'modern day sumo match' backstage, though I'm still not clear on how it's supposed to go."

R: "It is a bit new, but the short of it is that the fighters can only use their bodies to attack in this match."

M: "Well sure, but that's every fight, Rick. We don't exactly have fighters with psychic powers... yet."

R: "Don't get your hopes up. But that's not how I'm using the word body. The chest, the stomach, the hips... just the torso and midsection. Hands can grab, lift, squeeze, but they can't slap, punch, or kick."

M: "Should be a hell of an endurance match. A lot of fighters in the league rely on strikes, given how many titboxing matches we host here."

R: "Well these girls should be a bit more at home with it. None are professional sumos, but we do have an Eastern babe in one corner, and they're both definitely big gals."

M: "Right, so getting down to specifics, we have Meili the panda facing off with Emma the hippo. Two classic fighters in the league with loads of experience."

R: "A lots of weight to throw around. Both girls packing huge chests, and big bellies for padding. It's sure to be a long fight."

M: "With 5 minutes a round, at least they'll have time to rest. Without their fists and feet to throw around, I see what you mean. This could be a slow start for the night."

R: "I mean more with the girls' stamina, but see your point. There's no decisions by judges, though, and no limit to the rounds. We go on until someone goes down for thirty seconds and is unable to rise."

M: "Both girls are in the classic boxing ring, losing their robes. Even with the modern ring, they're in the traditional sumo mawashis."

R: "Which is Japanese for 'thong."

M: "Sort of... and here comes our ref to start the match."

R: A cute little shiba named Suki. She's been around a while now. Not the biggest, but she runs a tight ship with keeping her fighters in line."

M: "Well, if she were the biggest, she'd be in the ring as a fighter rather than a ref. Suki waves for the fighters to get ready."

R: "Both girls starting with the classic sumo standoff. A pair of stomps from each fighter, which gets their breasts and bellies jiggling."

M: "Emma slaps her own breasts in a show of strength and size. Meli does the same, beating on her belly like a war drum."

R: "They get into a sumo squat and get their knuckles on the mat. Classic posture. Must have agreed on it before. Remember it from when I used to fight with Marco Megaton."

M: "You old wrestlers and your names... but there's the bell and the ladies rush RIGHT in!"

R: "There's a meaty slapping noise that just fills the arena as they hit tits-first into each other. Their big bodies ripple like a pair of clashing tidal waves as they lock up."

M: "And you're not just talking about their arms. Their chests and stomachs, slam together and compact like speeding trucks."

R: "These two are definitely out to prove that they're the biggest and baddest woman to enter the ring. Let's hope this contest really lets them show off their strong suits."

M: "Both combatants wrap their arms around each other, squeezing and struggling to push the other around. The momentum evens out between them, and they're stumbling back and forth as they grunt and grind."

R: "This is about where you'd see Emma try to slam a knee or a fist into something tender, but Suki would be quick to catch it and maybe call off the match in Mei's favor. Good to see them sticking to the rules."

M: "It still doesn't keep Emma from taking control! She gets a solid grip on Meili's mawashi and lifts hard enough to get her off her feet."

R: "Emma can't keep the heavy bear up for long, but it's enough to steer Meili back into the ropes. The hippo crushes her into them as the entire set of ropes stretches to try to hold up the fighting women."

M: "Mei gets a grip on the ropes for leverage, but so does Emma. It looks like the early push has the panta hurting more than you'd think from a no-hands fight."

R: "Well the girls are full of a lot of muscle under that fat. They don't just weigh a lot, but they know how to use that weight to crush another beauty in all sorts of ways."

M: "Mei leans hard to the right, and it looks like she's pushing Emma's breast away from her chest to the side! Suddenly Emma's the one gritting her teeth... and Mei is out!"

R: "Not going down that easy, that's for sure! Emma's left stumbling into the ropes, barely has time to turn around before Meili slams into her at a sprint."

M: "The crowd gets to see Emma's big butt bounce off the ropes before she gets her feet back under her. The hippo's quick to grab Mei's mawashi before she can pull back, not wanting to take another one of those bull rushes to the tits."

R: "Meili seems to go the other way around. She gets her arms over Emma's shoulders. Looks like she's trying to weigh her down to avoid getting lifted like last time. Smart move on Mei's part."

M: "Both girls working hard to push their entire bodies on each other. You can see the sweat building up on them both."

R: "The outfits are riding up too. One's vanishing higher and higher up Meili's crack, and she just reaches over Emma's shoulders far enough to grab and wedgie that already tight bottom up higher."

M: "I don't even like to wear a thong because it's uncomfortable! I can't imagine how bad they must feel right now."

R: "Really showing in their faces. Gritted teeth, half-lidded eyes, flaring nostrils. The girls can't do anything but grapple, so they're doing it as hard as they can."

M: "Oh, sudden change in tactics from Meili! The panda pulls back and shifts her grip to the sides of Emma's mawashi."

R: "Doesn't change her pressure much, just the angle that she's shoving it up her... OOH! Nevermind!"

M: "Mei slams right back into her from a few inches away! Meili used Emma's own solid stance and tight mawashi like a slingshot!"

R: "Hell of an impact! You can see the sweat splash off of Emma after that one! And Mei hits her with another bit of her tit whiplash!"

M: "Emma's trying to back off, pulling Mei with her to throw off her rhythm. She definitely doesn't want to take any more of..."

R: "Or not! Emma actually pulls the same strategy! You can imagine how no hippo wants to be outdone in a charging move!"

M: "Mei sheds her own splash of sweat over the mats. She shifts her grip and braces for another charge, but but Emma has other plans!"

R: "That's right! Emma's arms go up and lock around Meili's lower back. The panda goes up and gives a big scream as Emma locks on the bearhug."

M: "No easy task on such a big opponent, but Emma's showing us that it's' worth the effort. While Emma groaning and sweating, Meili is crying out and doing anything she can to relieve that pain."

R: "Keep in mind Mei might be a heavy lift, but that weight's also going to make her back hurt that much more when gravity's working against her."

M: "It's not a submission match, but that kind of damage can't be good for Mei in the long run. Mei's slapping at Emma's ass to try to distract her, but her opponent's trying to ignore it. Mei even squeezes her fingers into Emma's ass meat and pulls..."

R: "And repositions herself! Whoa! Nice one!"

M: "It looks like... yes! What a reversal! Meili has pulled herself up so that she's stuck in the hug, but she's burying Emma's face in her tits. You can see the snout poking out between her cleavage as Mei leans hard into that breast smother."

R: "Emma's trying hard to not let go, but you can see her grip slipping. She can't keep this up."

M: "Emma's shaking her head to try to get some air, but there's none to be found in those big fuzzy tits of Mei's. It just gives her more to jiggle about."

R: "And Emma loses her hold on the hug! Meili's hurting, but doesn't have the time to slow down as she grabs Emma by the mawashi. The hippo’s too out of breath to stop Meili from charging right into her and catching her off her game."

M: "It's Emma turn to end up in the corner as Meili squashes in right in there!"

R: "Emma's between a pole and a soft place as Meili leans way into it, crushing their tits together. You can hear the hippo is really feeling this one."

M: "Meili's pushing in on her own breasts, concentrating their mass and pushing them even further out into Emma's. It looks like it's really putting the hurt on but WAIT! Emma catches her mawashi and spins them around!"

R: "Mei lost focus on her grip and that just let her escape. Emma does a perfect turnaround and crushes Mei into the corner in her place. Mei gives a shout as Emma rams her hips into her, beating her belly with her own."

M: "And don't look now, but both girls are starting to lactate already. The milk's flowing after all that crushing work to the upper body."

R: "Mei's starting to push back, but that's got to throw off their game. You ever been milked before, Mona?"

M: "I'm not answering that. But that's the bell. Five minutes up, so the girls back off begrudgingly. Even the cornered Mei looks reluctant to break it up."

R: "Thrill of the fight can get you like that. Especially with a big pair of tits pushed up against you today."

M: "Oh what is it with you today?"

R: "I'm a man, that's what. Same thing's going through every guy in this stadium, and probably more than half the women."

M: "Changing the subject, the girls are back in their corners. The stagehands have genuine buckets of water waiting for them and the girls drink up while they glare across the ring at each other."

R: "Not just for drinking, apparently. Emma gestures to her crew and they dump half of it over her chest. They're working up a real sweat in there, and you don't want that rubbing against you the whole fight."

M: "Mei takes a page from Emma's book with the bucket bath to wash off the sweat and milk. And her ring girls are definitely taking care of her back and breasts as best they can."

R: "That's where most of the pressure's going to go. They're going to be holding up their opponents by their backs and guts as much as they are the arms."

M: "The bell's back on. The girls are clearly still hurting and wearing down, but the break's done them some good."

R: "More than any other fight, they're going to want to use those round breaks to rest up."

M: "Whoa, if they did, it's not showing here! The girls come charging out as hard as they did for the first round. They hit with another big slap, even louder than before with the water on their skin and fur."

R: "They're going basic on the early grappling, getting hold of those mawashis to try to get the best position. They took the time pulling them out of their nooks and crannies before, but wet like that, they're just riding up even easier now."

M: "Mei gets a good grip, leaning in for a throw as she tries to take Emma down to the mats early into round two..."

R: "No sell! Emma's jerking right back, tossing Mei's balance off. She tries to return the favor, but Meili stomps a foot back down. The girls are practically immovable like this, but they're not taking no for an answer!"

M: "I guess being that close to your opponent, you're going to get some sort of rivalry going. Both now! They both grab and pull to try to lift the other at the same time!"

R: "Damn, that's a good-looking view..."

M: "What Rick means is that they're both arching their back, pushing their lower bodies forward to try to use their thighs and leg strength to overpower the other."

R: "Which is absolutely true, but absolutely NOT what it looks like, Mona. And bless 'em for it!"

M: "Yea, well... sweaty, moaning, thrusting girls with their asses clenching with each attempt at a lift... yea, it gives their lifting struggles a real certain look."

R: "No need to blush around a titboxing league, missy. It looks like a damn humping contest. But those moans are grunts of effort, and I can tell you that neither of them is enjoying this lockup. Not entirely, anyway..."

M: "Mei lets go just long enough to move her grip in deeper. It looks like she's got a bit of an underhook to take out Emma's grip by putting her hands closer to her gut."

R: "Emma moves her hands closer in, replacing Mei's inside grip with her own as she grab the front of the bear's mawashi. But Mei just gives one big thrust, pushing Emma back and sliding her hands off her belt. The big gals are dancing the fine line between the perfect grip and a lost one as they fight for every inch!"

M: "While their arms and hands are busy competing for space, the girls look like they're getting a steady rhythm to their humps. Err... body slams. You could almost set your watch to it, really. They pull back just enough to ram into the other as hard and fast as they can."

R: "Much as we love to watch it, you can see it's wearing them down. They're not enjoying themselves one bit."

M: "It makes sense, because those mawashis are wet with that water-"

R: "And other fluids."

M: "-making them constrict even tighter around them. Those belts have got to feel like pythons around those tender bellies right now."

R: "Mei is REALLY pushing herself there. She's leaning back like it's another throw. Almost like she's trying to suplex the hippo while the gray girl keeps belly bucking her. There's not a lot of move for her to hit with, but Meili's really sweating- OHHO DAMN! That hard to hurt!"

M: "Meili swings her body right back in! It wasn't a lift, it was a windup for her breasts to ram into Emma's like two black and white wrecking balls!"

R: "Emma's reeling from that one, hanging onto Mei just to stay standing. Her tits are really showing the damage now as Meili winds up and gives her another move that's redefining the word titboxing."

M: "Emma looks ready to take the first fall and MEILI HELPS HER DOWN! A quick hip toss from the panda puts Emma on her back.

R: "Emma is more startled than hurt. Doesn't look like she'll need the full thirty seconds to get back up."

M: "Mei hangs back and gives the hippo her breathing room. Ref keeps count and Emma's back up by six."

R: "You can see her abs starting to hurt when she has to get back up, and their legs are looking a little shakey if you ask me. Fatigue's going to hit them both like a bitch before long in this kind of head-on fight."

M: "Well they're definitely putting their bodies on the line in this match. Meili lets Emma get her feet back under her and her stance back before she starts moving in. More good sportsmanship from the ladies today."

R: "The ref waves for them to continue the fight, and they're almost eager to lock up again."

M: "Gotta miss those hump fights."

R: "I haven't seen a hump fight like that since Sarasa the camel."

M: "The girls mash back together in another splash of sweat and milk. Emma gets a hard grip on the front of Mei's mawashi and gives a nice hard wedgie up into the panda's pussy."

R: "I love some meat on a big girl, but shame that it's hiding the view of their crotches at this angle."

M: "Emma brings her breasts down with a big wet slap on top of her opponent's. Mei looks ready to lose her own footing now, between the pressing on her groin and the exhaustion of trying to push her way back up at Emma."

R: "Anyone daydreaming about Emma touching YOUR genitals, just remember this moment and think twice. Emma's twisting, starting to grind down on Mei's breast as her hard nipples jab at her softer areolas."

M: "Like two fleshy little bullseyes on the breasts. But I don't think that's the technique she's going for, Ricky."

R: "Damn, you're right, kid. Emma's positioned herself to let Mei's breast pop out on top of hers without losing control of the lockup. Not sure what she plans to do with ooooookay. Yea, that's what I would do too."

M: "Folks, Emma has forced Meili's tit to point upward so she can get her mouth locked onto her nipple! The bear lets out a long cry and I can't blame her!"

R: "Emma's coming at her from both sides. The mawashi in her privates, the hug crushing her waist, and now Emma's sucking... no, DRINKING from her."

M: "I guess Emma's too exhausted to wait for a drink between rounds! She's gulping down all she can to make up for all that sweat she's been leaking.

R: "She's also been sprouting a leak herself from both nipples now. Got to replenish that too. Mei's finally getting her wits back and she's using the extra space from her misplaced breast to go after Emma's. She squeezes her arms in and pushes up... same move as Emma!"

M: "That leaves both girls with one breast out and up for grabs! They're not just evenly matched, Rick, they're really out for payback in this match!"

R: "Even with their big breasts in the other's mouth, you can hear them grunt and moan as they try to keep their heads in the match. Milk's running down their lips and tits when the bell sounds for round 2. The girls actually keep going! They don't want to quit this intense lockup."

M: "Each girl gets a smack on the ass from Suki, forcing them to break it up."

R: "Ha! Told you she could crack the whip. The girls break up so fast that they leak a mouthful of milk over their bellies before going back."

M: "The girls look even more winded than before. The buckets are back out, and they're drinking all they can to wash down that milk."

R: "Another bath's worth of what's left goes over them, but they still start sweating before the round's going again."

M: "I wasn't sure how they were going to hurt each other at first, but I'll admit it: I'm not sure how they're still standing."

R: "Toughest gals around in this league, that's why. The two are matching eyes, but they look too tired to really glare."

M: "Bell's back, and that's round three. The women have forced themselves up and break into another sumo charge! They grab those mawashis again for more pulling and pushing, but it looks like the girls are talking about something. Mei starts to whisper in the hippo's raised ear, and they... pull back?"

R: "I might see where this is going. They're retreating to their corners again. Suki looks confused, but then they come barging back out!"

M: "OW! That one even sounded painful. I'd say it hurt their ears as much as their bodies, but Mei bounces back holding her stomach, so I doubt that's the case."

R: "Looks like she got the worst of that one. Emma smacks her belly inviting her to bring on some more... and she does! They back off again and come barging for a second collision!"

M: "They're fighting it out like a pair of busty bumper cars now! It's all just top speed charges! Again and again!"

R: "These girls might have agreed to a ram off. They're on a one-way collision course to blast their way through the other one. They keep rushing in and stepping back, leaving trails of milk and sweat like some..."

M: "Like organic railroad tracks."

R: "Thanks, Mona! It's halfway through round 3, and they're STILL going at it. You can see the bruises showing on their guts and tits by now. They come in for another and DOWN goes Meili!"

M: "Suki's at the ready with the count. Mei's rolling in pain, all that running and crashing really taking it out of her. Emma goes back and leans on the ropes to rest her feet a bit. Meili, back up right at 10.

R: "A knockout in a standard match, but we're really testing their endurance tonight."

M: "Mei is back up and gestures for Emma to come on before rubbing her tits. She's not just lactating, she's packing some hard-ons on those nipples."

R: "The body is weird. It can easily confuse fighting with sex if the brain crosses the wrong wires. And I'm sure the girls have had enough milk and orgasms in the ring to have some association issues."

M: "Do you still get that?"

R: "I'm here, ain't I? Another set of heavy slams, up to twelve in this round alone. Like a pair of she-bulls, but with their tits instead of horns. Not a stretch of a comparison, given how hard those nips are."

M: "They ready another but OH NO! Meili suddenly goes down!"

R: "Looks like she had a bad gush of milk before, and she slipped on the puddle. Not the proudest way to go down. I saw Carol Clydesdale go down the same way back in '97."

M: "Meili looks dizzied from the fall, not sure what hit her with her opponent across the ring. But Emma's moving in on her, looking to take advantage..."

R: "Or not. At the five count, Emma holds out a hand for Mei. The bear actually doesn't hesitate to take it. They say Meili's a bit too straight-laced and trusting, but it pays off as Emma helps her back to her feet."

M: "What do you think that was about?"

R: "Emma's probably got a lot of respect for the girl, but also it's a bit of her pride. How would you like it the next time we have a championship fight, one of the fighters lost because they had a heart attack in the ring?"

M: "Guess that would sort of cheapen things, huh? Emma actually checks on Mei, shares a few words and Meili nods. Even gives Emma a quick hug."

R: "Crowd eats it up, but that's no reason for the girls to stop! Once they break the hug, they go right back for another charge."

M: “The girls share a passionate warcry and are right back to slamming tits together.”

R: “Not much time left on the clock, but the girls look like they went through hell in this third round.”

M: “Doesn’t look like either of them regret it, though. They sneak in a few more big sweaty slaps together before they hear the bell and get back to their corners”

R: “Both girls are hurt and exhausted as they get rinsed off. I wouldn't be surprised if we saw some more actual takedowns next time they lock horns."

M: "They weren't just locking up either. The big girls were hurling their entire weight across the ring in that last round. Those charges are going to weaken their legs, and they'll be relying a lot more on those up close grapples this time around."

R: “Don't get me wrong, Mona: in most cases you'd be right. In other styles of combat, clinching is a way to rest from combat. In sumo, clinching IS combat.”

M: "Fair point, I guess. But there's our bell, but the girls still look exhausted..."

R: "Which doesn't keep them from charging in again! It looks like they're going all out to try to beat their opponent before they collapse from exhaustion!"

M: "They're going all out on each other, and looks like Emma gets a good grip on Meili! She's got the bear off her footing!"

R: "Emma gets Meili heading on a one way trip to the corner and BAM! Meili's back takes a brutal hit from the turnbuckle!"

M: "Both girls are sweating and grunting as they stay locked up and Emma leans into the bodyslam, burying Meili in her tits and belly."

R: "Our panda has barely got a leg to stand on in that kind of position. Then Emma backs off, but drags Meili with her and RIGHT back in the corner!"

M: "Judging by those screams, Meili sounds like she's going through some fresh hell from that one."

R: "The back's always important in any fight, but doubly so if you're going to be lifting and shoving your opponent all over the ring."

M: "Emma backs off, and it looks like Meili's just too hurt and tired to stand. She hangs onto the ropes for a second before she ragdolls to the mats."

R: "Mei's breathing heavy, but don't think she's out just yet. Probably just lightheaded from the pain and exhaustion. Girl just needs a few seconds to get her catch her breath."

M: "So hitting the snooze alarm on the ring bell, basically."

R: "Right. And she's up by twelve, but that's our longest fall so far. Things are definitely heating up in the ring."

M: "No question, given how sweaty they look. Emma's braced and ready when Meili gets back up."

R: "The bear doesn't wait to lunge in against the hippo, but Emma takes control right back from her. It's almost easy for her to bully around Meili."

M: "What do you mean?"

R: "Meili shouldn't be that easy to push back now, especially if she instigated the charge."

M: "Well looks like it was a poor choice, because Emma's got her going right back into that corner! There she- OH and a last minute counter from Meili!"

R: “That judo training of Mei's pays off! She was playing possum and letting Emma dig her own grave with that momentum. Now it's the hippo's turn to scream as she's crushed in that corner."

M: "Mei is grinding into her in what I'm sure a few fanboys wouldn't mind happening to them, but Emma's certainly not enjoying it."

R: "Meili is really grinding those tits in, and you can see the milk pooling around their feet from all the pressure going on."

M: "Meili pulls the winded Emma from the corner, all sweat and jiggle in her exhaustion. Meili's bracing for something as they clinch up close, taking Emma by the mawashi and lifting up!"

R: "Emma gets a monster wedgie as she's brought up, Meili crushing her stomach in her iron grip. And like Newton taught us, once you go up you're coming down hard."

M: "Didn't think you'd be much of a physicist, Rick."

R: "What physics? I'm talking about the time I got chokeslammed by that Doug Newton guy during my title shot in '92."

M: "Mei sets up to spike Emma down, but speaking of physics!"

R: "Emma with a last second counter! She shoves her heels into the back of Meili's knees and counters that splash! Meili goes back and can't hold up the hefty hippo! Emma turns her into a panda pancake once again!"

M: "Emma goes down with her, and both girls look hurt between the fall and the bearhug. The ref's still counting, and they're both trying to get back up."

R: "They look a sexy mess in that ring. Bruises all over those tits and bellies, and fur sticking to the skin with milk and sweat."

M: "They grind together a bit before Emma rolls off of Meili just to force herself up. She has to make sure she can stand before she can worry about bringing down her opponent."

R: "Meili's not far behind, but being on the bottom of that drop did hit her a bit more."

M: "They slump and catch their breaths, adjusting their mawashis a bit longer than you'd expect in the middle of this intense match..."

R: "Then it's right back into the lockup. You can see how bad they had it from how hard they're just trying to grind the other out. The milk's running hard down their fronts, and they're leaning harder into each other."

M: "And it looks like... Meili is whispering something. Can't make it out over the roars of the crowd, and I'm not sure that Emma can either."

R: “They're definitely slowing, but those hips and bellies keep rubbing together. They pull their heads back just enough to staredown. We might be having another kind of showdown mid-match."

M: "You think it's another charge-off, Rick? Could be a tit duel, orrrrrr noooot exactly..."

R: "For some reason, the girls are breaking into an unquestionable makeout session. The hands slip under their mawashis to grab each other by their big soft asses, and are kissing like horny teenagers. Not that I'm complaining..."

M: "Right, just confusing. They're just grinding their hips together, forgetting about any real wrestling or clinching to end up basically cuddling. We've seen the plenty of fights break into a sexual humiliation finish, but this doesn't seem like the same thing. Any insight, Rick?"

R: "Well the crowd is loving it, that's for sure. But I think I see what's going on. It's something you see in spars more than matches, but the girls are basically agreeing on a timeout. The action doesn't stop, but they're distracted by their...."

M: "Pain? Exhaustion?"

R: "Arousal, Mona. They've been grinding and milking on each other this long, and their hips and tits have been in almost constant contact. They're calling a ceasefire just so that they can get out a quickie and keep going."

M: "Well there's only so much time left in the round, so they had better move it."

R: "It beats fighting when you're horny. It's why sometimes you'll see a cornerman finger a fighter between rounds. I've had to have a few improvised jacks during my matches while I was still in my gloves."

M: "Great visual, Rick. But the girls are REALLY going at it now. Their moans are louder than the cheers, and they're humping and jiggling a lot faster now. Those big bellies really show the impact of their hips."

R: "It's to a point where I can't tell if they're still on the ceasefire or if they're fighting again. The line kind of blurs with some of the more sensual fighters."

M: "They're tightening up now. The thrusts are going longer and faster, so they're really winding up to finishing just before the bell. That, Rick, is what a female orgasm looks like, by the way."

R: "Oh, ha, ha. Jokes aside, they're definitely racing to that cum-stained finish line. I don't know their exact arrangement, but they definitely want to be the one that finishes first."

M: "I'd imagine so. If they don't have any real agreement going on, they can be the first to attack while their opponent is still distracted and horny."

R: "But given the sportsmanship so far, I think it's just for the psychological edge. Alpha female sort of stuff, sexually stronger and all that."

M: "Well the two are drooling through their kiss, nuzzling muzzle to muzzle, and then there's the scream!"

R: “Both loincloths are soaked and running over the mats! The audience is going fucking wild for the double orgasm! If there was a winner there, we couldn't tell."

M: "The real winner was the audience, that's what I always say. They bask in the afterglow, leaning into each other like lovers rather than fighters."

R: "Looks like they lock eyes... and yep! No time for cuddling on this honeymoon. They break back and stare each other down, refreshed after that little breather."

M: "The two take a few paces and then rush in again, locked up and trying for a bit sweaty impact!"

R: "You can practically see rainbows for how much splashback was coming off those bodies. They grab on, and it looks like those wet loincloths are making even easier grips than before."

M: "Still, that distraction of theirs didn't leave them much time. There's no decisive move before the bell rings... and the girls are still fighting! Those orgasms sure didn't make them any softer on each other!"

R: "There goes Suki to break them up. This time is takes some actual shoving and pulling to make them break. She gives them both a firm warning and they storm back. Expect some real mayhem next round, because these two are dying to take another piece out of each other."

M: "They're wide awake from those orgasms, but they're still going into round 5 with a lot of fatigue in those muscles. Their aids clean them up and hurry to cool them down."

M: "They're wide awake from those orgasms, but they're still going into round 5 with a lot of fatigue in those muscles. Their aides clean them up and hurry to cool them down."

R: “They're washed down and up on their feet again even before the bell sounds. These two really can't wait to get back at it."

M: "There's the bell and there's that same charge! Their guts and tits bounce as they flop back, but they catch themselves on their opponent's mawashi."

R: "Emma looks like she's taking the lead on this one again. She works Meili back a few steps while Mei's struggling to get a higher grip."

M: "Mei's not just going high, she'd getting her arms over Emma's shoulder. It's almost like she's going for another kiss, but she's up! Meili jumps and wraps her legs around Emma's belly! She's practically piggybacking on Emma's front!"

R: "That's no easy feat on Mei's part, but I promise you it's even worse for Emma. The hippo's got all the control she could want as far as that clinch, but she's holding all the weight. That's a ton of woman to be holding up on a hurt back and tired legs."

M: "And down she goes!"

R: "Mei forces Emma to crash down, splashing on top of the downed hippo."

M: "Emphasis on the splash part. There's milk and sweat all over these girls and the ring that just sprays out as they land."

R: "Mei gets back up and leans on the ropes for a breather, hoping that Emma stays down. The winded hippo is rolling on the mats, having trouble getting up... she hits twenty before she's back on her feet again. Really showing the fatigue when you'd rather be on a dirty mat than up and fighting."

M: "Emma's got her footing back and Mei's waiting for her. She lets Emma set eyes back on her before she charges in and the two lock up once again."

R: "Huge spray of sweat off that. Most girls would be out before that kind of mess built up on a lady."

M: "Something finally turn you off, Rick?"

R: "I've made my share of ladies sweat, Mona. I just had the decency not to dehydrate the poor women."

M: "Both girls go for a bearhug, but can't lift the other. Too tired, or maybe just the opposite leverage coming from their foe. They can barely budge the other woman's feet."

R: "Emma shows that frustration for sure when she gives Meili a quick spank."

M: "Meili's quick for payback on that one..."

R: "And it becomes a spanking war! They both mash their bodies right together to keep smacking and squeezing each other's ass. Meili squeezes one and whips away at it while Emma beats on both together."

M: "Any idea which works better?"

R: "They're both looking mad and hurt to me, so I'd say this is another draw between the ladies."

M: "Emma breaks off from the contest and gets Mei by the back of her hair. The panda stops her attack just to grab onto Emma's ass for balance."

R: "It may not do her any good, because it looks like Emma is bringing her even closer. She's got control of Meili's head and she's bringing her right between their breasts."

M: "Meili's certainly a big girl, because her snout goes in the middle of their milky tit duel. Emma's upping her game with a one-woman double breast smother!"

R: "Meili's fighting that with all she's got, so it's clearly not as pleasant a trip there as you might think."

M: "Mei's brought to her knees as Emma gets an arm around her neck, keeping her trapped into it. Mei's smacks are getting weaker as Emma keeps out-wrestling her."

R: "Mei's starting to pull on Emma's mawashi instead. Wow, the milk that dumps out between those two. At this point I wouldn't be surprised if one goes down from dehydration."

M: "Meili actually starts to suck on Emma's nipple. She's probably thinking the same as you are, Rick, and trying to catch a breather."

R: "And if the only way to breathe is by sucking a sumo titty, then there's worse ways to go..."

M: "Emma catches on that she's not getting the smother she was hoping for, and doesn't want another orgasm to drain her so she tries pulling away. She gives a hard pull on Meili's mawashi as a parting gift, sending her stumbling to one side."

R: "Those things can take a hell of a beating, but 5 rounds of wet action, you know they're showing some signs of wear and tear."

M: "Mei grabs Emma by the waistband again and reels her back in. She slams their guts together so hard that Emma bounces off like a rubber ball and hits the ropes... then the mats! She's down again!"

R: "Meili's leaning on her knees just to stay up, but Emma's just reeling in her own juices. The crowd's shouting for her to get up or stay down. Guess they're not sure which is hotter."

M: "But Emma's up at twenty again. She's got fire in her eyes, pissed off from seeing Mei lick her milk from her lips."

R: "They go right in and go NUTS on each other's mawashis. They want the top position and they want it bad. BIG pull from Meili there, sending Emma a few steps towards the ropes, but Emma lifts and slams Mei back down on her feet, jarring her and wiggling those bouncy tits."

M: "You were right, though. You can hear that fabric rip here at ringside."

R: "No way those things are seeing a second match. If they're lucky, maybe they can hand the scraps out as souvenirs after the fight."

M: "The girls don't seem to care as they twist up and down, side to side. They refuse to let go of one another until they've won."

R: "Of course, the afterglow of that orgasm can keep you wanting to stay mighty close too..."

M: "Mei goes for a big lift, sweating and straining as she leaks her milk all over Emma... Emma's trying to throw her off onto her side, but neither is budging! Tits and arms are bulging like... WHOA!"

R: "There! Called it! The mawashis are in shreds! The girls fall back holding nothing but their foe's sweaty underwear! They're naked in the ring!"

M: "Emma looks at Mei's mawashi, or what's left of it, and tosses it out of the way. She shakes her breasts to challenge Mei to come back for more."

R: "Mei is right onboard. She loses the ruined mawashi and smacks her belly. They're ready to do this nude, folks!"

M: "Wait, here comes Suki! The shiba's gesturing for a timeout. Still two minutes left on the round, so it can only mean one thing."

R: "You got it. Suki's calling to the stage hands to get them another set of clothes. The match is on hold until they're back in their traditional garb. Well, at least got to give it to Suki for playing it by the book."

M: "I guess there ARE nude matches, but when the entire sport sort of relies on your belt..."

R: "Buuut looks like the girls didn't hear her. No, they just don't care! They're moving in and staring each other down, ready to keep going. These two will fight all night if they have to!"

M: "Tell that to Suki. The little dog puts herself between the girls and pushes back on their breasts, trying to lay down the law..."

R: “OOOOH! Bad call, ref. If the girls see her, they're done caring."

M: "Meili and Emma have clashed again, leaving Suki between them. She's smeared between their guts as they grind into each other, unwilling to let anyone get between them and victory. Suki goes limp in between them, then down to her knees when they part. Both fighters take a second to roll her to the side of the ring, where the staff can drag her out."

R: "Our hardworking ladies and men rush her backstage to the medical area, but that leaves the match without a ref. The two share a bit of a nod, and they don't care! We're doing this live, folks! No ref, no law, no clothes! Just two huge women going at it! Only in our league, right folks!?"

M: "Mei goes back into a sumo squat. All the action and cheering and madness, and she's still focused on keeping this a fair fight. Can't blame her Asian heritage, because Emma goes to do the same."

R: "Emma smacks her belly, a show of power but also by the looks of it, a means to get some more of that sweat off of her."

M: "It's like a little rainstorm off her skin..."

R: "Mei does the same and spreads her chubby thighs out farther. HELL of a view down here, I gotta tell you."

M: "As... Nate on the cameras is so kind of show us on the jumbotron, both women are spread out and eager to fight."

R: "Still riding the orgasm and the thrill of the fight. Damn, though... now THAT'S a clit you could thumb-wrestle with..."

M: "Mei lifts her breasts and lets them slap down against her bent-over belly, mounting a fist against the mats for another charge."

R: "The girls take a sprint and slam together once more! Even more jiggling than ever on that impact, now that those mawashis have gone missing."

M: "Emma grabs for Mei's waist, but that sweaty fur doesn't have much grip. Mei goes for the better option and takes two handfuls of Emma's booty fat to squeeze onto."

R: "Emma copies her right back and they're caught up in one vicious game of grabass."

R: “Emma ups the ante by grinding her belly into Mei's, starting a stomach war on top of everything else."

M: "Looks like it's hurting Mei, but not great for Emma either."

R: "The hippo is definitely trying to raise the stakes. She knows this might be her best shot at taking the match with the ref out of the way."

M: "As a matter of fact, there's the bell and they're definitely not stopping. We're technically in Round 6, but there's no one to stop these naked powerhouses from trying to crush each other like colliding glaciers."

R: "Mei pushes Emma back and rears back herself, just to bring them in for another fresh slam. Another big, double-edged strike as they try to rip the victory from the other's hands."

M: "Or bodies, in this case. Though it looks like their egos are about all that's keeping them going now, as they're starting to stumble and lose their grip more often."

R: "That'll happen after five rounds and nothing to grip but a sweaty opponent. No matter what they call them, love handles aren't great for gripping."

M: "They're trying to regain their footing and use their hips for balance... and the fans are LOVING that!"

R: "Ha! Looks like the girls were too caught up in their fight to remember that they'd lost their bottoms. Found out the hard way when they go crotch to crotch that the other girl's as excited as they are."

M: "That surprise pussy kiss shocks them into pulling back with a shout. And judging by the angle, it looks like they rammed clit to clit on that one. The girls get their wits about them again, shaking it off and coming back in."

R: "Tits first this time, I see."

M: "They're definitely still tender targets, but they are definitely avoiding another crotch-lock, even if that means milking themselves all over the ring."

R: "Emma catches Mei by the inner arm and tries to force her over to one side, and Mei holding her ground."

M: "With their weight, it's going to be hard to budge either of them this late in the fight."

R: "You'd be surprised. Emma may not be trying to really throw Meili down. Emma has to know they're both running out of gas, and if she can tire out the panda from trying not to fall, that's as good as knocking her over."

M: "I see. They're in this far, so they're trying the long con now. Meili manages to push up on Emma's body and lean down on her. It's the same game, with not a lot of power but a long of lasting pressure."

R: "It's opening  Emma's nips like fountains, spraying them over Meili's belly. I'll be surprised if there's any fluids left in these girls by the end of all this."

M: "Meili is pushing hard, and it looks like Emma's losing her footing from the breast attack... but Mei suddenly backs off! And she's down!"

R: “Mei got too caught up in her attack. Her legs just plain gave out as she's left in a sweaty puddle on the mats. She's rubbing her breasts, looking like they didn't come out in such great shape from that big push either."

M: "Emma hangs back to let Mei stay down. There's no ref, but the crowd's playing the part as they count down with the timer. Emma takes the time to flex and pose for the crowd, cupping and showing off her still-lactating breasts."

R: "And Mei is back up at 24! Almost a close call there. The girls might start to regret calling off the rounds, because they're going to wear down twice as fast without those breaks."

M: "Emma gives a challenging slap at her own breasts, daring Meili to come at her again and trying to keep that psychological edge. We'll see if that pays off, because Emma's still covered in milk and bruises."

R: "Meili takes her up on that, but they get in too close again! Another shocking instance of pussy to pussy contact."

M: "Mei doesn't let herself pull back, but you can see it stun them both for a minute. Those orgasms they had before are going to be leaving them plenty sensitive down there."

R: "Both girls keep trying to get a decent grip or position, but they keep hitting that same problem. Not that it's a problem for me, mind you."

M: "We already figured that their asses were the only decent grips they had left on their bodies, and that means going clit to clit again if they're holding on tight."

R: "Not sure how they plan to get around that little problem. They may have to abandon the body contact and go back to the oh HELL yes!"

M: "Mei didn't hear that advice, that's for sure! She grabs Emma by the ass and RAMS her with a power hump!"

R: "Mei just went pussy to pussy to Emma and it has her reeling! Meili gives her another few thrusts and Emma's down!"

M: "Emma nursing that crotch. It doesn't look like she's hurt so much as she doesn't know what to do with all that pleasure."

R: "Must be, because it's a short rest for Emma before she's back up by 10."

M: "It's Meili's turn to raise her fists to the crowd, and even that looks like it's exhausting for her."

R: "But Emma wastes no time! She's barely back on her feet when she charges in. She locked up with another hug with Mei, but Emma's using the lockup to keep Mei at bay. What's she's trying to pull?"

M: "Looks like she's pulling back for something..."

R: "OH! Those hips wind up until Emma's ass is sticking out, then smashes her pussy into Mei's like a wrecking ball!"

M: "Mei goes right down from that powerful pelvic thrust! She's on the mats holding her pussy just like Emma was."

R: "Back up by twelve. Another bell goes off while Mei's still rising, so they're still ignoring the rounds for now."

M: "Too horny, too proud, and too mad to stop."

R: "They're dripping with sweat and barely standing. Emma staggers just from waiting for Mei to get up. They're mouthing something to each other..."

M: "And... they turn away. They both go to the corners, and the staff is quick to get their prep gear."

R: "And man do they need it. The girls look dead on their feet out there, so they need some water bad."

M: "They drink up and catch their breaths while they're cooled off with the water. They're so drenched that it's to a point where I can't tell what's water and what's sweat. Meili starts talking to her aide, who runs off to talk to the stage crew. Wonder what that's about."

R: "Not what's got my eye. The girls are just splayed out in their corners, their pussies out for the world to see."

M: "Especially their opponent."

R: "And especially their clits. Those things look ready to burst after all that rough attention they've been getting."

M: "There's the bell to call them out... and they're still adhering to it. They're back up and stomp the mats again before they scream and charge like psychopaths."

R: "The girls have gone through a lot already. They won't let anything stop them now."

M: "They hit with a big wet slap and immediately grab the other's ass... and they're going right into humping again!"

R: "It worked for them last round, so it should this time too. They were definitely baiting and boasting with those spread legs before."

M: "The girls are humping like it's their last chance to have sex in their lives! There's a lot at stake, and they even lock up into a kiss."

R: "Mouths, bellies, breasts, pussies... they're throwing everything they have at each other as everything jiggles between them."

M: "Nothing leaves their mouths but more drool and moans... brr. Do you feel that?"

R: "Yea, someone messed with the AC. Not kind of the point right now, is it?"

M: "No, I think this is what Mei asked the staff about, though. The fans are breaking out their jackets from outside, but the women are still sweating buckets wearing nothing at all."

R: "Well they're sure not distracted by it, that's for sure. There goes Emma with a screaming orgasm. She pulls her mouth away from the kiss just to drool and bellow like a wounded animal as she squirts all over the mats."

M: "It's a hell of a puddle under those girls, between the orgasm and all that milk coming out of them. That crushing grip and all the humping is working over those sore tits too."

R: "Emma's leaning into Meili at this point to stay standing, but pushes back into the kiss. She puts a little twist on her thrusts, almost a pelvic uppercut to her humping... and it pushes Mei over the edge! She adds her cum to that cocktail on the mats as she screams and has to hold onto Emma's ass just to stay standing."

M: "And just before Emma goes again! My god, the women are machines! I'm lucky to get two in a DAY, and that's at least three for Emma in one fight!"

R: "Maybe we can work on your stamina later, Mona, but Mei's sprung another pussy leak herself! The two are just giving everything they have into the fight, and their bodies can barely keep up!"

M: "Still caked in sweat, I think the cold air is the only thing keeping them alive out there."

R: "The women could drop at any moment. You can see their eyes rolling back, and those furious expressions starting to droop. The thrusts are coming slower, but hitting harder as their footing keeps giving out. They're stepping in so much cum and milk it looks like a rain puddle."

M: "Not just that! There's actual steam coming off the girls!"

R: "Only the hottest gals here in our league, right Mona?"

M: "I mean their reaction to the AC. The cold air is mixing with their hot bodies to basically boil it off their bodies. Not even all that sweat is keeping them from overheating."

R: "They're looking like two burned-out berserkers. Their bodies just can't take any more abuse. They're like two sexy piles of bruises and cum."

M: "The two have broken off the kiss just for the sake of air, I think. They hug as hard as they can, but they're just leaning over the other's shoulder. Emma is panting like a dog, and Meili is just sobbing and wailing. I'm surprised they haven't broken down crying at this rate."

R: "They probably don't have a drop of water left in them to spare. They're too busy fucking the other's brains out."

M: "It does look like any thought or strategy is long gone at this point. They just keep ramming and humping, no rhythm or angle or timing. There's one thought left in these girls' heads, and that's 'win.’"

R: "I'm sure I've lost track of an orgasm in there somewhere. The girls keep shaking and leaking so much I can't keep count."

M: "But that's got to be one there! They both screech in each other's ears and lean into each other... but no one's holding them up!"

R: "They both start to crumble! Is this a double knockout?!"

M: "The two have been ridiculously close-matched the whole way. It wouldn't surprise... no! They stop on their knees. They keep grabbing and grappling, clumsily going for another they can!"

R: "Meili gets a hold of Emma's lovehandles, but the hippo digs into the panda's ass. They're lifting and heaving, but they're too weak to budge! Even these powerful wrestlers are too drained from the power of sex!"

M: "Even stronger than the power of love, sometimes. Suddenly, Emma goes nuts with the thrusts! She utterly blitzes Mei with her pussy!"

R: “The bear tries to catch up, but her whole body's jiggling as her muscles are powerless now! This could be it!"

M: "Emma tries to go all the way! Both girls moaning and panting and... MEI! It's Meili that cums first!"

R: "Emma's biting her lip to hold hers back, but she keeps it in! Meili looks like she just ate an uppercut rather than an orgasm, just reeling and leaning all over Emma. The hippo pushes her attack and knocks Mei onto her back, trying to turn her into her personal bearskin rug."

M: "She keeps working Meili's poor pussy. The panda's moaning and thrashing on the mats as Emma keeps mounting her missionary position, wanting to keep her down and drain the last of her strength to keep her down."

R: "Meili's reduced to leaking tears and drool, as if running from their will help keep her pussy from bursting... but it looks like Emma may have gained the upper hand just in time!"

M: "That's... here comes Suki! The ref is running back to the ring (plus one fur coat, of course) and ready to judge the fight again!"

R: "But back in the ring, Emma lost herself in the attack! Meili's slower moves still are enough to let the hippo finish and cum all over the bear's belly!"

M: "Emma's not even done shaking when Mei hugs her and flips her over! She mounts Emma and starts to go to town on her for some fresh, sweaty payback!"

R: "The girls are just going at it from every angle! Emma pushes back... but fails! Mei keeps her down and keeps humping, treating the audience to that jiggling panda booty. But Emma flips her back and mounts her again!"

M: "The girls won't stay down, but they can't keep the other down either!"

R: "They're just fucking painted in each other's juices out there! They look like they've been through a sexy battlefield!"

M: "Emma hooks Meili's leg though! She interrupts her roll! She sits up and forces Meili into a hug as she scissors with the panda pussy! Meili's shaking her head! She needs to get out of this fast, or else..."

R: "SHE CUMS! Meilli's pussy just tapped out on her! Emma puts her all into a few last thrusts and Meili is squirting for her like a porn star!"

M: "She can't even hold on! Mei hits the mats like a corpse as Emma pulls back. She can barely stand, but that's a lot more than I can say for Meili right now."

R: "The ref checks to make sure she's even alive... but she starts the count!"

M: "Mei looks like she's out cold, laid out in milk and cum. Emma just drags herself back to her corner and leans on the ropes to give herself a moment to breathe."

R: "I'm surprise any one of the women lasted this long, let alone the slugfest we've been through tonight. Respect for Meili just for making it this far. It's at 25, and Mei hasn't even budged."

M: "28, 29... THERE! Oh my gosh! I can't believe it!"

R: "Mei is up! At the literal last second, she's on her feet again! Suki confirms it and motions to keep going... but Emma doesn't see it!"

M: "The cheers are so big she thinks she's won. But she turns around and there's Mei! Emma looks like she saw a ghost!"

R: “She can’t believe what she’s seeing as Meili charges into her and bodyslams into Emma, driving her flat into the corner. Meili’s giving everything she has into a real humping beatdown.”

M: “Emma’s too shocked to stop her as she’s crushed into the corner by her thrusts. Mei takes hold of her ass for better leverage, and digs her clit in like a knife to just fuck Emma senseless.”

R: “Emma’s screaming like crazy as she’s clit-fucked by the big bear. Good luck fighting out of that one. Not only is she caught off guard, but she spent the last half a minute dragging herself into a corner. Mei spent that time laid out on the mats, using that time to rest up. It isn’t much, but it’s a lifetime in a fight, especially when they’re this exhausted.”

M: “Emma cums again! It looks like this is it!”

R: “Emma looks utterly out of it. She’s still squirting as she collapses… but she goes forward! She catches Meili on the way down!”

M: “Mei’s not strong enough to keep her up! Oh my god, did Emma just body slam Mei down while she was unconscious?!”

R: “You are NEVER gonna see that again! She squashes Mei to the mats, and they look like they’re both out! Talk about evenly matched!”

M: “Suki’s not starting the count! This is not going to end in a tie, folks! One of them has to get up!”

R: “Haha! Listen to that crowd! Security’s got to keep them in line at this point.”

M: “Wait! Someone’s moving! They’re in such a tight pile, it’s hard to tell…”

R: “It’s Mei! The panda’s still in this! She slowly has to drag Emma back off of her, almost knocked out by the falling hippo’s body. She gets back up at last and limps into the same corner where she finished her opponent.”

M: “Mei is drenched head to toe this late in the match. She’s barely able to stand, holding her stomach like she might be sick, but that’s nothing compared to Emma.”

R: “Suki’s counting down. Not so much as a twitch from Emma.”

M: “She’s just leaking all over the mats as… YES! That is it!”

R: “Thirty seconds and Emma is out! Hit that damn bell!”

M: “Meili looks so out of it, I’m not even sure she won. Suki goes over to raise the bear’s arm.”

R: “Whoa! Easy there, ref!”

M: “Meili, so exhausted that she falls to her  knees, looking shellshocked! She pulled that off by the skin of her fangs!”

R: “Though I think Emma’s coming to…”

M: “Oooh! Not for long! Mei splats down right on top of her. They’re both out! Meili wins by a split second, and the medics are already on the site.”

R: “This is a night to remember! An exotic match, two outstanding fighters, and an almost impossibly close contest!”

M: “This was a REAL thrill to be here for! Though this may the only time I’ve seen medics called into a fight for BOTH combatants when neither of them shed a single drop of blood.”

R: “Hey, blood’s a bad sign and all, but it stops eventually. Bruises and broken bones, they last a while, believe you me.”

M: “Well sorry, Ricky, but after seeing this match tonight, your old stories are going to have to be a liiiittle more crazy to impress me.”

R: “You wanted crazy? Why didn’t you say so? I’ve got that time I took on Benson ‘Ballbreaker’ the bull in a Nothing Above The Belt fight. Went on for-”

M: “Save it for Retro Night, Richter. For now, fans at home, good night. And for those of you backstage, can we please get the freaking heat back on? My nips could cut diamonds right now…”

Le End