Touko 'Dojo' Papillon vs. Desdemona 'Dizzy' Belti - Bullet With Butterfly Wings

[BlackAkuma]

She. Jumped. On. Her. Back.

Dizzy had a high tolerance for pain, despite what you might think about her size. Specifically, though, she liked her pain when it was delivered by sexy women, preferably ones with thick and enveloping curves. She could overcome a lot of pain as long as she could derive at least some pleasure from it, regardless of the source.

But this wasn’t like any of that. This was a woman jumping on her back like a trampoline. Thankfully, again, Dojo wasn’t heavy, so it didn’t hurt as bad as it would’ve with most women, but still...

She was still aching like hell when she got flipped over, and her opponent proceeded to do a split right on her chest, pinning her chest beneath her crotch. The referee seemed a little confused by the unorthodox pin, but she dropped down and started the count up soon enough, slapping her hand next to Dizzy’s head.

”1…!”

Dizzy flinched and hissed, making an attempt to push up, but it didn’t work as intended. Deep breath. Focus.

”2…!”

She tried again and got her shoulders up this time, as she bridged off her back and threw her shoulders to the side. As she did, though, she decided to throw in a little extra, pushing her chest hard between Dojo’s legs, making sure her breasts rubbed against her more sensitive spot…

It wouldn’t be for long. Just a taste. But sometimes, a taste was all you needed.

[FatCat]

Touko had felt so triumphant, she'd even closed her eyes, when the referee began her count. She didn't even mind the fact the referee seemed to make an odd look at her choice of pinning manner.

"1...!", the referee counted and slammed her hand against the mat. Touko felt Dizzy flinching and slightly burrowed her eyebrows. Was she trying to break free? No way, she'd try that after the pummeling she got...

"2...!", the referee slammed the mat a second time. Now Dizzy seriously was trying to get up, much to Touko's shock. The girl managed to bridge herself perfectly, sending the petite martial artist tumbling to her side. Touko had no time to react, before she felt herself landing on the mat on her back.

"Fo-foolish girl! Didn't you understand the proverb I just... OH?!", Touko felt sudden shivers running up her spine at the surprising pleasure, and she clamped her own mouth at the moan she just let out. She looked at the Italian lying between her legs, or rather her breasts, rubbing directly at her jumpsuit-covered clam. She blinked at the girl a little. The first time was a clear accident. The second time was unavoidable. But the third time...

"Wha... What... What are you doing?", Touko asked, absolutely gobsmacked, unable to move from the sheer surprise.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy bridged up hard - hard for her, anyway - and the two tinyweights went tumbling, with Dizzy taking the spot on top. With her back still aching from getting vivisected by this woman’s feet, there wasn’ too much she could do at the moment, and Dojo probably could’ve wormed her way at without too much hassle.

‘Could’, being the operative word, there. As it turned, she was somewhat preoccupied.

Dizzy did her best to stifle a laugh that might ruin the mood, as Dojo squirmed beneath, utterly taken back by this sort of amorous assault. She shouldn’t have been surprised, frankly, wearing a jumpsuit that looked like someone had spray-painted it on her, but she didn’t strike her as the sort of person who put that much thought into such things. She was definitely putting in that thought now, though.

Dizzy crawled forward, rubbing her chest abs against Dojo’s softness, until her lap was pressing against the woman’s backside and their faces were aligned. She smiled down on her foe - a sweet, sinful smile - and let her hot breath cascade along her face with every word she spoke.

”What’s it look like I’m doing?” She licked her lips, making her lipstick glisten, as she reached up and tried to pin Dojo’s wrists to the canvas. ”Having some trouble down there?”

[FatCat]

"Hyah!", Dojo let out a moan as Dizzy crawled on to her lap. She really, really hadn't expected this. Even if Dizzy thought her jumpsuit was lewd, the thought never crossed, and still didn't cross, Touko's mind. She could escape - but her mind effectively hit blank right now. She was not used to such lewdness, at least in middle of a match.

"Mmph... T-this is against the rules, y-you know....", she responded to Dizzy's banter and tried to stifle the moans that Dizzy managed to create by rubbing her abs against her body. Still, what Dizzy was trying to do was rather apparent even to her dense head by now.

The younger woman's lipstick glistened in a hypnotic manner, and her hot breath alongside sweet words made her feel shivers in her neck. There were a few woos from the audience, more than likely from Dizzy's fans and a few other appreciative onlookers.

However, when Dizzy grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the ground, Dojo finally realized where this was going. The girl was trying to charm her way into a pinfall. Dojo grit her teeth in determination despite the red tinge on her face. The Fighting Papillon awoke inside of her. Seeing her legs were still free, without further thought, she clamped her thighs around Dizzy's torso - and squeezed, now performing body scissors.

"He-heh... Idiot. Butterfly-style teaches to retain one's vitality... tricks like these... won't work here!", Dojo panted from exhaustion but tried to smile. She wasn't very good at submission holds, but knowing her strikes had already softened Dizzy's midsection, and the fact her legs were strong, this should at least feel a bit and maybe get Dizzy to let go.