Kaguya Shinjuin vs Shimmerlace - Hardcore Bitchmaker Match

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kaguya was slightly stunned in addition to being blinded, she had tried to crush her opponent but the darkness prevented her from aiming well, causing her body to fall, head first, against the corner of the ring.

The mistress, now on her knees, grunted in pain while keeping her eyes closed for a few seconds, thinking about how she was going to be able to escape from this complicated situation... Besides, Kuromaru showed no signs of life... C It was suspicious but Kaguya knew that her maid was a coward. She groaned and raised her head, concentrating to see in the dark but found herself blinded again by a flashy pink and green, too flashy for the little wrestler's eyes.

"FUCKING...! AAARGH!"

It wasn't any better on Kuromaru's side who felt all her muscles soften because of the taser she had just received. Although she was heavy and powerful, Shimmerlace had no problem dragging her under the ring and playing with her as if she were just a doll.
Shimmerlace's treatment of Kuromaru was almost similar to that of Kaguya, the two strangely liked to attack Kuromaru to prevent her from moving and then to appear with her in a dominant manner.

Were all women smaller than her going to act like that? The maid was beginning to despair and have tears in her eyes, knowing full well that her adversary was going to give her no mercy and that her mistress was going to punish her tonight for being so weak.

Kaguya was gradually regaining her sight after a long minute of rubbing her eyes and could see the two pinkettes finally coming out of the ring, now facing each other. Kaguya obviously growled in anger seeing her opponent appear in front of her with such a devious look, but she couldn't attack at the moment because she was dazed, the blow she took on the head had Looked much louder than expected.

"Kaguya...Help me..."

Kuromaru had tears in her eyes and was red with shame, no one wanted to be displayed like this especially in front of so many people and her own mistress. But Kaguya didn't seem to pay attention to her maid, she only had eyes for Shimmerlace who seemed to be taunting Kaguya, which irritated her terribly.

"Do you think being allied with an engineer will help you in this match? Very well, let me show you what I can do!"

The ojou calmly advanced towards her opponent, step by step and tightening the leash and her whip which she still held in her hand. Her eyes remained menacing and straight towards her opponent's, seeking to apply pressure by openly showing her animosity. When she found herself close enough to attack, she stretched out her arm to whip her opponent's cheek with her whip while Kuromaru was also within attack range!

[Malkavia]

Help me. Shimmerlace couldn't have asked for a sweeter lilt -- right down to the painterly details, the tears in her eyes, and the wobble in her lip. Going half-naked, it seemed, turned Mistress's giant blubbery. Poor sweet thing.

And then there was Kaguya herself. You had to hand it to our lovely silver-haired ojou--your girl knew how to keep her head. Shimmerlace clicked her tongue as the two made eye contact, then glanced at Kuro, then back to her majesty. "Fuck." Her voice still had a touch of the Gloaming Sap scorch to it, and her expletive came out in a rasp. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, one hand at the base and one midway up her staff, brandishing its thorny end towards Kaguya. "You really don't give a toss about her? Do ya cunt?" She said it with a laugh, but her face darkened, readjusting her grip on her steel.

Still no pink on her, and every moment made the itch in her claws that much more acute. Her eyes gleamed, and Kaguya stepped forward, deliberate. Icy. Shimmer had the sense that for this space of seconds, the only thing Miss Dominatrix had in her mind was the heart beating in Shim's chest, and ripping it out to stuff down her fey gullet. Fuck if it didn't make her all warm and fuzzy.

Kaguya's riding crop was a nasty piece of work. Its bite had already left a bruise on her cheek, one that itched and throbbed as bad, maybe worse than the red welt on her breast. Still. It did carry certain disadvantages--its range, for instance, was considerably shorter than her pike-like staff. Shimmerlace bit her tongue, cocked her head, and once Mistress got close enough to take a swing at her face, she hopped backward and then--thrust. Steel roses and barbed jingled like tinny wind chimes, as Shimmerlace stabbed at the ojou's gut.

The jabs were quick, biting. The kind of motion that catches the audience's eyes and makes them clench. She gonna cut her? But they weren't aimed to land. They would, if Kaguya wasn't careful, but Shimmer knew well enough her opponent was better than that. No, these jabs were designed to keep her back, create some space. Make an opening. She kept her eyes locked on Kaguya as they two began their dance.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Anger stopped people from thinking and made their movements too hasty and predictable. Kaguya knew this very well because she played on the anger of her opponents to better counter them, it was a tactic that suited her fighting style perfectly, but it turns out that for the first time, it was Kaguya who let herself be carried away by her feelings.

She had reason to be ashamed, she had the advantage and 100% dominated her opponent, how could she lose such a huge lead in just a few minutes?! You had to be reasonable, Shimmerlace had simply prepared the ground better and had probably planned to woo Kaguya like she did with Kuromaru.

Just thinking about that pissed off the ojou who didn't want to admit that a woman was better than her, especially in a match like this. Her anger dictated her actions and she moved forward to harshly whip the cheek of her opponent who was suffering after this blow.

Shimmer looked as angry as Kaguya now, especially when noticing that the mistress had nothing to do with her maid who was the least of her worries. Kaguya prepared to continue whipping her opponent's face but her second attack was stopped by a blow that she had not seen coming from her opponent who also had a weapon.

It was too late for Kaguya to step back, the pinkette's weapon was as long as a spear and had just torn her stomach, leaving a powerful scratch mark on it.

“Gnnnnnnhhhhhhh!!!”

The pain was intense but made her anger stronger. As before, Kaguya stopped thinking and preferred to let go of the leash to catch her opponent's spear, then trying to pull it to disarm it and be able to attack it again. Despite the pain, Kaguya's movements remained quite good, it was probably because she was motivated to settle her opponent's score and regain her lost advantage.

[Malkavia]

Shimmerlace stabbed and prodded, expecting to hit air as she spaced out her opponent, but when the steel snagged on Kaguya's outfit, the fairy didn't hesitate. A twist at the pommel raked roses with sharpened steel edges through fabric, through skin, and there on our sweet pale old owl's gut was a glittering line of red. The first pen-strokes on a larger epic.

The staff clung to Kaguya when Shimmer ripped it away, holding onto her outfit like a bit of velcro — which gave the ojou time to grab the staff's shaft and tug. "Pigshit—" Shimmer's lips curled into a snarl. She yanked back on the staff, but the dominatrix opposite held her grip. The two wrestlers circled, bent at the hips, tugging, pushing, flailing like it was tug-o'-war. "Mitts off the Court's treasure, CunnnNNNGT—"

A hot gasp expelled from between Shimmer's teeth as a bad yank on the staff jammed a golden rabbit's ear into her ribs. They were cute, those perky little tributes to Thistledown the White Rabbit, but they were also sharpened to a knife's edge. Worse, the golden blade bit on the Feychild's naked side, where the biting earlier had already torn the corset loose. Blood welled from another cut. The Feychild's hiss became a growl. Her snout wrinkled in a scowl. Shimmerlace widened her stance, grabbed the rabbit pommel, and dug her boots into the rough cling of the concrete floor. Her gut clenched tight as her chest heaved and she swung hard and heaved forward.

"I said—OFF MY SHIT."

The arc of the fairy's swing was not aimed to wrench the staff out of Kaguya's grip. Instead, she moved stabbed towards Kaguya, aiming to slam the rose-bundle towards her mouth and nose and eyes. In the same motion, Shimmerlace twisted the rabbit head. If all went well, there'd be a POOF. And a cloud of eye-stinging, tongue-biting pink dust would erupt from the flowers into Kaguya's oh so perturbed and furious shit-biter of a face.

[Bearhug Goddess]

The mood of the fight changed quite quickly and the two wrestlers were now engaged in a struggle of strength and rage because of the recent events, Kaguya wanted to regain the advantage she had lost because of a fucking technician while only for her opponent... Well, she didn't know it and she didn't care about her opinion and her reasons for fighting so savagely!

Kaguya's stomach was pierced by several blades and even though her leather outfit was quite durable, some blades managed to pass between two layers of fabric and stab the ojou's stomach, causing her enormous pain as if someone were planting her full of sting in the stomach.

"Grrrrrrrr!... You fucking...!"

Kaguya let go of the leash, which was the main weapon of this match, to grab her opponent's spear and pull it to the side and then towards her, seeking to disarm her opponent of such a dangerous weapon. Even though she took her opponent slightly by surprise, Shimmerlace remained slightly stronger than Kaguya and the latter found herself forced to also drop her whip to grab the spear with both hands.

“DROP IT BITCHHHHH !”

A howl of rage came from Kaguya's lips, it was really unusual from her who preferred to appear confident, calm and without fear. She pulled on the pointed spear with both hands, finally managing to equalize the strength of her opponent which made this fight even more violent than it was.

But the worst was yet to come, Kaguya, still blinded by anger, was fooled like a beginner by a little sneaky blow from her opponent. The tip of Shimmerlace's weapon, which was in front of Kaguya's face, opened, and pink smoke flew into the mistress's face, blinding her before the tip of the weapon scratched her face. afterwards.

"Graaaah...Fuck...My eyes...My face......"

Kaguya dropped Shimmerlace's long weapon and fell to her knees, eyes closed. Her hands hid her face which was now full of small scratches, her magnificent face... It was so painful and so humiliating... That she lost her anger and the desire to fight for a few seconds, in addition to being blinded and slightly suffocated because of this strange dust which burned her eyes and throat.

[Malkavia]

For a split second there, it looked like Mighty Caesar over here meant to swing Shimmer's weapon herself—which, aye. That had got your Feychild seeing red. And violet. If there was one lesson Shimmerlace had taken to heart over the past year, it was that the Court's Treasures and the baubles of the Pirate's Hoard were under no circumstances to be shared—not even with the most respectable opponents, let alone a cunt who trashes her own servant. And Thistle's Thorns was as treasured a piece as they came.

But then the Thorns sliced into Kaguya's face. The pink dusted home and caught her wee BITTTTCH and crumpled it up like a whiny soda can. "Mmm~" The cheshire grin curled back onto Shimmer's face as Kaguya sunk low. She cocked her head, swung the Thorns across her shoulders, and bit her tongue as she watched her opponent squirm. A pleasant riff ran between her thighs, then up her belly, silky enough to give the Feychild goose pimples. Kaguya was a mighty golden sunspot, the kind of star one's used to seeing gleam on a far-off horizon. Seeing such a commanding woman on her knees was a rare form of pleasure.

All the while, Shimmer's wheels turned. She saw arcs on a circle, a calculation of distance from point A to point B—a hastily scribbled note that Kaguya wasn't seeing the world very clearly just now through that tear-misted world of pink itch powder. Shimmerlace shot Kuromaru a look, then a wink, and then put her index finger to her lips. Ssssh. She took a long step and slunk, on tiptoes, behind Kaguya, placing herself between Ojou and whimpering maid. The Feychild's movements were silver-quick, but she still glanced over the audience. Cunts 'n Cuntesses—fuckin' watch this.

She tossed the now POOF-less Thistle's Thorns out of the ring. Then In a quick second motion, she bent at her hips and whispered in gravelly sotto voce as she made her next move. "Wassssswrong pup? Got a pollen allergy have ye?" As she spoke, she aimed to wrap her arms around Kaguya's waist. The cut in her side cringed and whined, and the pain made your fairy grin all the brighter. If all went well—the ojou would leave the ground, arc overhead, a delicious one-hundred and eighty degrees of weightless flight, hair billowing behind, like a silver comet herself, until she crashed. Head-first. Straight into her own maid.

[Bearhug Goddess]

It was a match full of reversals and twists, that's for sure. The public was able to see a lot about their favorite mistresses in this somewhat special PPV. In addition to being the first time that we saw Kaguya fight so savagely, it was also the first time that we could see her angry to the point of losing her means and especially losing the will to fight. .

Kaguya was known for staying on her feet despite the pain, she was a wrestler who would always persevere because she was able to turn the situation around with a simple counter. But it didn't seem like that tonight.

While the head of the silver-haired ojou looked at the ground with blank eyes and keeping her face hidden by her hands, Kuromaru, her maid, hesitated to intervene to protect her mistress and dream her, she did not want to see her lose in this match which seemed important to her.

She wanted to step forward but Shimmerlace blindsided her, taking her by surprise and acting as if Kuromaru was already tamed by her. This reminded the giant maid of how violent and savage Shimmerlace could be, even though she was another division taller than her. She did not want to be dominated by a second Kaguya and preferred to remain motionless, looking down, ashamed of not being able to help her mistress because of her fear.

"Sorry lady Kaguya..."

Kaguya didn't react. She heard nothing and saw nothing. No reaction came from her during the few seconds of respite she had, despite her little coughs because of her throat and her nose which continued to burn. However her little break didn't last long because the pinkette had already prepared her next move.

Kaguya was just starting to wake up when she could feel her hips being grabbed by her opponent's arms. She didn't have time to react and defend herself when she found herself thrown against her maid, who grabbed her as best she could so that Kaguya would get hurt as little as possible. Fortunately Kuromaru had a rather soft body, it was more comfortable for Kaguya who could get up rather quickly and get back on track, even if she was not completely ready at the moment.

"Rrrrrrrrrgh...this fucking pink dust..."

[Malkavia]

But Kaguya was a light little thing, wasn't she? Shimmerlace had so internalized the weight, the prestige that the mistress carried that she was surprised at how easily she could suplex the woman. The feeling was almost as good flight—an explosion of power in her legs, projected through her tight core, taking complete control of that lovely body. The crowd ate it up too, voices rising with Kaguya's arc. OoooooOOOHP!

Or at least, they did—until she went smoosh against the fluffy pillow of Kuromaru's body, then rolled not much worse for wear onto the concrete. Then the cheer folded into a kind of restless question mark. The Beast with ten thousand feet was unsated. Frustrated. Blue balled.

As Shimmerlace heaved back to standing upright, her eye twitched. For the second time in this match, a juicy slab of meat had just been yanked from between her fangs, and the taste of thin air made her growl. And she had no one but herself to blame; her miscalculation about Kaguya's weight cut both ways, it seemed. She huffed, ran her fingers through her hair, and stormed...away from Kaguya. She rounded instead on the leash, which was curled like a snake on the floor. She bent down, grabbed it, stretched it taut between her two hands, then clapped her palms together.

CRACK!

A flash of pink sparks gouted from between her palms, angry as the glare in the Feychild's eyes, and smoke furled. When it cleared, the leash was gone. Normally that would have gotten plenty of Ooohs and Aaahs from the cuntfest, and it wasn't like she got zero pop for her eldritch flex. But there was still clear lag, a muteness in the crowd carried from how Shimmerlace had fucked her suplex opportunity.

Well. Fuck 'em anyway. The real sand in Shimmer's craw was that she wanted that delicious meat hanging off her wounded animal of an opponent. She'd had a taste. Shimmerlace turned on Kaguya, who was still settling out her kinks, still grimacing with a face chalky and rosy. The Feychild's signature look.

Shimmerlace charged. Pulled back her boot. And aimed to punt Caesar right where her outfit stretched into a camel-toe.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Fortunately, Kaguya's timid and stupid maid found herself in the right place and at the right time, Shimmerlace had no difficulty carrying Kaguya and the pier with her suplex because of the mistress's lightness. She barely sighed from the pain and had a slight headache from being thrown around in the middle of waking up.

She sat up, panting softly, clearing her throat from the mysterious and painful dust she had swallowed and breathed in when the pinkette's bizarre spear exploded in her face. She tried to spit out what was left in her throat, it was not very elegant but at least for her it was the least of her worries.

The silver-haired ojou did a quick check of her condition and noticed that in addition to all her ailments previously mentioned, she also had a mutilated stomach. It was going to be difficult to lean forward or backward, at least it was going to be painful. She did not lose hope, on the contrary, it was the moment to show what she could do when she was calm and composed.

Now disarmed, Kaguya had no other choice to fight with her famous counters and it would help her a little to get back on a good footing. She wiped the sweat and pink dust that remained on her face with her hand and didn't even have time to wipe her hand as Shimmerlace was already preparing her new offensive.

A pink cloud appeared between the two wrestlers and Kaguya's reflex was quick, she grabbed her maid and placed her in front of her, she who was still in the ring and had to make herself useful. The maid, still tied up, was surprised to be moved so close to her mistress rather than outside the ring but quickly understood what purpose she was supposed to serve in this place.

"AOUGH!..."

The giantess fell to her knees, she had just taken a powerful kick in her private part and even though she was strong, she could not erase the pain. Tears appeared in the maid's eyes as Kaguya attacked in turn, throwing Kuromaru aside to lunge at Shimmerlace who was now unguarded after giving her attack.

"Got you !!"

Kaguya was not going to become strong in a few minutes, she knew that she remained less strong than her opponent and fortunately her composure regained a short time ago helped her to think about a good defense and then a counterattack. She used her claws to scratch her opponent's face and at the same time rubbed the palm of her hand, full of sweat and pink dust that she had removed from her face, against Shimmerlace's face.

[Malkavia]

The gut-churning howl of pain was a lovely noise, even if it was coming out of the wrong wrestler's hole. Fuck.

Kaguya, it seemed, had gotten her wind back. While Shimmerlace was yanking her foot free from between Kuromaru's legs, Kaguya was springing up to pounce. "Nnng..." Shimmer took a step back and raised her fisties in a boxer's guard — but not quick enough. The ojou was on Shimmerlace, well-manicured nails in eye-raking position. It wasn't an eye rake, luckily, but the nails did tear at her face. "Pissant—"

The sting of pink powder where Kaguya tore skin on Shimmer's face was intense, but nothing above a five or so on the intensity meter, and she was darting to grab her wrist and fight back with maybe an arm-drag—but then, as chance would have it, Kaguya's nail slashed across Shimmer's lip, then her snout. A bit of that gloaming pepper powder huffed up Shimmer's breathing.

"ACHOO!"

She sneezed, violently. Fuck — she'd thought it was bad swallowing the shit. Up her nose really got her eyes running. Fuck. And she wasn't done after that sneeze, either. She sneezed a second time, a third time.

"Ang, AH-ha-haaaACHOO!"

Snot splattered over her lips and chin. She blinked, trying to clear her vision. Fuckin' pixie shit. All the while she kept on sneezing and sniffling and sneezing, red-faced and teary-eyed. Any ability she had to defend herself was out a second story window.

"ACHOO!"