Heavenly Black: Himeko Akan VS Death Bunny

[Caborn]

Death Bunny was always so cold and scary to everyone to keep people intimidated. But that sort of thing didn't work against Himeko. She saw that as a challenge to break through the gates of her spooky exterior using the power of sheer unbridled camaraderie. Just like her boobs were about to wear down her opponent's face, so too could Himeko wear down this Bunny's abrasiveness. So having throughly enjoying DB's lovely bosom, the giantess would toss her opponent down before attempting to flop down on top of her so she could return the favor in a sense. Of course Death bunny was against it though. She rolled to the side the second Himeko went airborne. Causing the bubbly behemoth to flop down on the ring instead of landing on a nice soft, gothic rabbit.

"Yyeeeeoch!" she would yelp out loud as she landed with a thud. Her tits taking the majority of the fall hurt like hell. Being flattened under her own weight stung like the dickens, causing the giantess to roll around in pain as she groped her own breasts. Trying to nurse and soothe them after being squished like that. "No fair, Bun Bun...you know I hate it when you roll outta the way..." she would whine, not complaining due to the pain, but because she was more upset that DB refused to enjoy her boobs. Trying not to waste too much time, though, Himeko would roll over to the side of the ring where she could reach the ropes. That way she could use them to help pick herself up as she tried to stand.

[killcarrion]

Considering that abrasive cantankerous was Death's default disposition, contending with the unabashed positivity and fawning adorability of her jovial adversary throughout this entire match was beginning to grind her gears something fierce. The dichotomy of such daunting strength being accompanied by the demeanor of a five-year-old was the main fixture Death was struggling against after having been aggressively snuggled into with one leaping vault being all that separated Death from becoming squashed beneath a marble white clad giantess. The quaking shake of the ring canvas signifying just how much of a colossal bullet Death dodged with that one deft evasion, now ascending off of bent knee until standing upright before wiping off whatever spittle remained on her cleavage after Himeko's blubbering motorboating.

"...Tch...I...REALLY don't get paid enough for this shit..." Death's disgruntled mutterings coming alongside patted swathes to her supple boobs and emphatic adjustment to her white tank top before returning her grim attention to the toppled giantess shuffling towards the ropes. An advantageous position she intended to make use of by draping Himeko neck first over the middle ropes and assertively situating the back of Death's thigh over her adversary's raven-haired head. Rocking herself into some throttling thrusts meant to stifle Himeko's windpipe for what must have felt like an eternity before unseating herself due to the persistent scolding of the referee. Death backpedaling in seeming acquiescence to the official but hammering in her point with a wound back punt right to the faction leader's plump backside.