A story of 2 Claras!

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Clara let out a small chuckle at the notion of her face being on the girl's chest when she wore her shirt:

"Heh...I personally think it wasn't embarrassing...the shirt suited you quite well...though maybe I should've had a slightly larger cut prepared...", she would say to the French brunette.

At the notion of showing her what it was like to be in the Frenchwoman's large bust in a bra and panties match, Clara blushed the darkest shade of red yet...

"...h...hummmmm...m...maybe...but...maybe not a bra and panties match? At least not in the ring...I don't want my parents to see me in a softcore match again...", she would tell the busty girl, actually warming up to Clara coming on to her...

Her namesake's appraisal of her skills made her warm up to the idea even more: "Oh...I...I don't think I am...I don't even have that many wins in LAW..."

Suddenly, her brunette namesake would stand up, shyly asking her to show her move...

Clara would bite her lip...she would look from side to side...the nearest person to them was quite far, at the gate. Not many people would find the idea of a picnic in winter appealing. Taking a deep breath, and unwilling to refuse the cute girl, she would stand up and answer:

"Whew...alright...let's do it!"

[RiotGrrl]

Clara could see her confidence had stepped on her namesakes toes, at least the flush in the girls cheeks meant that she should probably ease down, she didnt want to put off Clara after all.

"Oh no. No no no no. It wouldn't be filmed for LAW, I meant just us, you, me, a bed....."

She gave a soft giggle and let her hand stray to brush against Clara's back casually disgusting it as accidental again.

"And you are the best lightweight here!"

With the offer taken for the move demonstration, the busty Clara got up and gave a look around. All quiet. Just a few dog walkers in the distance. Perfect.

"OK well. Its not working as a move I kinda do this..."

Clara proceed to open her arms wide and wrap them around her namesake for a super big tight hug. The French girl was focused on not hurting Clara, it completely escaped her attentions that now her massive chest was smushed up against her date in probably the most suggestive gesture so far.

"Gaahh so yeah, and now I dunno.... I mean if you *gasp* did this... What next!"

Due to the move, now a deep cleavage was inches away from the superheroines chin which meant a quick look down would leave nothing to the imagination!

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"Hmmmmmmmmmm...", she let out a much louder and longer sound this time... Clara's proposition seemed to have no downsides. Her parents won't see her taking part in a softcore match...she gets to do a sexy match with a sexy girl...what would be the worst that could happen?

A pleasurable ripple went through her as her namesake stroked her back, and praised her skill, even letting out a purr as a result.

"Thank you,", she would smile at the brunette...

As Clara would get up, she herself would quickly get to her feet as well, slightly nervous of trying a big move in public...but at the same time, she doubted it would've been anything too risky for a move...

Slowly, she would realize that to be true, as Clara would grab her into a massive...seemingly loving...embrace, the Shadow Lord would quickly realize that "not risky" didn't equate to "not painful", as the brunette would painfully drive her arms into the small of her back! It seemed that the lightweight did have a lot of power in her arms for a wrestler in the lightweight division. Not helping the matters was the fact that she couldn't flail in anyway, as the busty girl's massive cleavage was a very short distance away from her face!

"AAAAAAAH!...E-ease up a bit...pleaaase", she would wheeze out.

[RiotGrrl]

The busty Clara advanced on her namesake and wrapped the girl up in a massive hug. She squeezed and was lost in the moment. The closeness of Clara made the French wrestler blush intently, she could pass off the redness as effort, but anyone else would know it was the brushing together.

As she worked the hold, the Shadow Lord gasped, momentarily squashed up against the ample breasts of Clara. It didn't take long for Clara to realise and she blinked

"Oh... OMG OMG sorry.. I...."

Clara felt embarrassed that she hurt her new potential partner, it was the last thing that she wanted. The French lightweight didn't know what to do. She had to ease up and let Clara go, but the girl felt so awkward.

Eventually Clara let her namesake get some relief but then she stepped forward, inadvertently entwining their legs somewhat.

"Sorry let me sit you down. GAWD, I'm sorry....."

As Clara's best intentions unravelled, she had two things happen. Firstly, Clara let go, the drop bringing GASTER momentarily level with the French girls ample chest, secondly, she lost balance and tumbled forward, taking the Shadow Lord down so Clara would sandwich full body and smush the girl under her.

To make matters worse, (or better) as they landed, Clara's massive breasts squashed straight on the Shadow Lords face. Clara panted and needed a moment to compose herself. The realisation of the breast smother sunk in.

"Oh....OMG!!! Clara!"

Now with her cheeks burning red, the French girl lifted up with her hands either side of the pinned girls head. She blinked and shuffled to take her, 'offending' assets away and was pretty much face to face with GASTER.

"That was....."

The French girl was lost in just how pretty Clara was. She stopped talking and leaned in slightly her lips close to Clara's. The intention was to kiss, but could she, was GASTER thinking the same? Clara closed her eyes and hoped.

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Despite the pain in her spine, Clara couldn't help but be red in her cheeks over the busty brunette's bust squishing against her stomach. If anything, a normal passerby would confuse the move showcase for a big, friendly...or loving...hug between 2 girls. Only problem was, however, that the brunette Frenchwoman was accidentally managing to be crushing the raven haired lightweight!

Thankfully, after Clara's plea and her namesake releasing the hold in panic (making it clear to the wanna-be Shadow Lord that the busty lightweight simply overestimated her own strength).

As the lovely brunette released her, Clara stumbled back, her right hand at her spine, right as:

"Uuuugh...w-woaaaaaaaaaaMMMMMMFFFFFF!!!"

Clara would trip on her own leg, and would tumble down, taking Gaster down with her! Thankfully, Clara G's head would land on the soft picnic rug, avoiding any hard blow to her head from the fall...

...but resulting in Clara Kennedy's massive bust engulfing her face!

Despite the impromptu breast smother in Clara's marshmallow hell...the raven-haired chuuni would be strangely calm, feeling pleasant, loving warmth from brunette's sizable cleavage. Despite her muffled scream earlier, Clara wouldn't panic over the situation...in fact, the "marshmallow hell" right now felt more like "fluffy heaven" to the girl...

...and, sure enough, her namesake would take her assets from the Brit's face...

...and Clara would catch her brunette namesake's loving, slightly panicked shy gaze, as she herself felt her heart leaping out of her chest at the sight of the girl like this...

Right as she was about to say something, the brunette would instead lean her face closer to Clara's. And in fact, the Shadow Lord would quickly help help the girl, gently getting her hand behind her date's head, pulling it closer to herself...

...as their lips would touch, the two Clara's engaging in a passionate, loving kiss!

[RiotGrrl]

The feel of GASTER'S lips was everything Clara had fantasied about. They were soft, moist and most of all kissing back just as deeply as the busty French girl was. A soft moan escaped the the lightweights lips and the stroke of her head drew a purr of pleasure.

Eventually Clara broke off and panted hard, her excited breath flowing over GASTER'S face. Clara Kennedy looked for a moment lost in the depths of her lovers eyes, a flush burning in her cheeks. She opened her mouth to talk but no words came out. Clara simply had a bemused look.

Eventually she squeaked, "I... That... Hmmmm"

She didn't know what to say. If this had been a less public affair. Clara would have given in to her urges and taken the chance of a lifetime. A thought thankfully popped into her head.

"Match... Err our match? Let's talk about that?? Her voice trailed off with a mischievous giggle as she slid off her play partner and lay next to her, hand slowly twiddling her hair.

Clara's eyes were bright, wide and it was obvious the girl was completely besotted with her namesake. She was curious to see how Clara would react?

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Clara lightly hugged her namesake as she was kissing her, losing herself in the wave of pleasure, feeling a moan and a purr from the French girl's lips as she stroked her date's hair lightly, while still somewhat pinned underneath the girl...

As Ms. Kennedy broke the kiss, she was panting heavily...and a moment later, the raven-haired Brit would also realize that her breathing was quite fast paced as well, realizing that the busty brunette stole her breath...and she stole the chuuni's. As she gazed into her date's eyes, she could only think: "That phone call was the best idea ever..."

The two girls were as red as tomatoes as they looked at each other, each one unable to find the right words for what just happened. The brunette attempted to start...but whatever she wanted to say likely got lost as her thoughts reached her mouth:

"I-it w-was..."

"Amazing...

...sweet...

...wish it lasted longer...

...wish it never ended..."

All of that and more was what Clara wanted to say...but, just like her namesake, words failed to leave her mouth...

As Clara failed to find what to say to her lover, her namesake would finally figure out how to continue their date: discussing their future match.

"Oh...ummmm...", she would say as Clara slid off of her and laid next to the Brit on the rug...with Gaster making no effort to sit up in any way, choosing rather to gaze at the cloudy, winter-y sky above.

"I am starting to warm up to the bed match idea more and more now, actually...what are the rules going to be?", she would say, turning her head...and her loving gaze and polite smile, at Clara...

[RiotGrrl]

The kiss broke the ice, even if it was typical Clara and purely accident, it worked. As the busty French maiden composed herself a little, (desperately trying to cover the fact her nipples were erect) she looked at her date and thought.

A LOT of lewd thoughts cascaded through her head, various holds, the positions the pair could get into.....

She shook her head to dissipate the dream and spoke

"OH! Hmmm. Well, how about a best of three, it can be at your place or mine, I have a big oversized bed, but we can wrestle off it and just use the bed for pins?"

Clara's mind was awash with ideas but she felt it easier to start slowly. She didn't want go scare her lover off, not at this critical stage.

"How about you lover.. Err Clara. *cough* GASTER..."

The French girl paused at her vocal slip. A bright red flush coming to her cheeks as she hoped it would go unnoticed.

"....what would the Shadow Lord want to do to me... Ugh, I mean do?"

Clara let out a playful giggle and edged closer all to get comfortable, and not at all to let her large breasts squash against her lovers arm and shoulder.

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For the moment, everything felt heavenly. She was with a girl she wouldn't hesitate to call a girlfriend, much less a lover. Both of them laying on a cold, winter-y ground, looking at a slightly clearer than usual January sky...if this felt heavenly, then what would their bed match feel like?

"I think it should be at your place then...my bed is tiny, solely me sized, heheheh...", she giggled.

She turned to her namesake, as she wasn't quite sure what to call her: "Clara is fine...lover as well,", she turned her head at Ms. Kennedy, winking at her after her comment.

The Brit let out a giggle as she finished her question along with Clara: "I don't know what the Shadow Lord would want...they tend to sleep when I spend time with someone I love or admire...", she explained. There wasn't a shadow (heh) of a doubt that Clara would face her namesake as herself. There was no risk of side viewing involved...minus Clara's flatmate in Melody White who already knew her face.

She gave her answer a bit of thought, feeling the busty brunette shuffle closer to her, feeling her arm gently brush against the girl's sizeable bust...

"But what would I want to do...", she would explain, a hint of seduction present in her voice: "What I would want is 2 fold. Although I don't want to hurt you...I would like to make you submit to my might..."

"At the same time...I would like to take your challenge of your fluffy prison...", she would explain, softly touching the top of Clara's left breast with her hand: "...being difficult to escape...so, I will say 2 out of 3 falls, as you offered, submissions vs smothers? I will refrain myself from arm and leg locks...but my arsenal would be still just as dangerous and deadly. What do you say...lover?", she would tell Clara, smiling at girl...with a hint of a challange and a smirk present as well, as well as the competitive fire she usually had in her eyes when talking about a potential wrestling match...as well as her trademark blush in addition to that.

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Clara Kennedy stared into her lovers eyes, lost within their depth and the overall cuteness of the Shadow Lord. She giggled at the bed comment

"A perfectly sized GASTER bed!"

As the Shadow Lord continued, Clara was well aware of their closeness and position but she wasn't expecting the next comment.

"Oh hmmm submissions. I am not very good at those, its my weak spot so I will probably give up straight away, sorry...."

She felt silly admitting that she was terrible at more, 'serious' style matches.

"...But then again, you can use anything you like. I trust you lover."

A slight glimmer flashed in the busty French girls eye, and she felt excited.

"So you want to try and escape these?"

With that Clara sat up and pushed on her namesakes shoulders trying to pin the girl down and move to straddle GASTER once more, this time however, Clara would let her massive bust hover just above Clara's pretty face. Looking down with laughter the French girl decided to tease her lover a little

"Oh sorry.... Hehe"

She let her arms slip to envelope GASTER's face once more in the soft warmth of the French girls bust. It was literally a smush, a second or two and Clara quickly lifted up. She sat back proudly straddling Clara's waist.

"You sure that you can take ALL these smothers lover?"

Clara winked and sat lightly so as to not squash her playmate. The French girl was excited, she would be happy to trade positions at any moment and she daydreamed about all the ways Clara could wrap her legs or arms around the busty wrestler