A Sailor's Weakness: Sailor Theta vs. Princess Peach Cake

[SimplePride]

Theta's "fears" were realized as he found himself with Peach's plump behind in his face. Whether he just resigned to his fate, or he secretly wanted it to happen, he nonetheless just sat there and took it. As hi opponent's butt rubbed against his face, a certain part of his anatomy became noticeably stiff, and a goofy grin became plastered over his face. Although his attire might say otherwise, he was very much a man and a man who knew what he liked...

[dddybee]

Princess Cake continued her smothering stinkface, rubbing her big bum tightly across the face of Mr. Theta. Realizing that her male opponent wasn't making any effort to resistance the move, the royal giggled cutesy. She stopped shaking her hips, and by extension her her butt, back and forth. She instead grabbed on the top ropes, and pressed all her weight down, breaking in her new throne. Keeping the male's face stuck in her glutes, Peach decided to try and smother her opponent to sleep. Aside from occasionally squeezing Sailor's nose between her butt cheeks, Peach just relaxed on him, letting the plumpness of her rear do the work.

[SimplePride]

Theta continued to be under the plump yet firm rear end of the Princess, when he started to realize something: he was running out of air! As much as Theta enjoyed being under Peach, he still wanted to win the match. Theta, sank low to the mat, until he managed to slip out of the butt smother. He would roll to the center of the ring, enough to at least get some distance from the two. Theta would slowly stand up, still with a wide grin on his face. If the Princess were to approach him, he would try and lock in a bearhug, Theta wouldn't admit this for the world, but, he was slowly beginning to develop a crush on the plump Princess...

[dddybee]

Peach causally relaxed on her human throne, happy that she'd be able to end the match quickly. Perhaps she would practice her acrobatic skills, or relax in the backstage spa when she was done. The wise monarch had been intentionally quiet, hoping Sailor would be too aroused to notice the lack of oxygen. However, her male adversary figured it out, managing to slip downwards from the bum smother. "Hmmmmm." Peach vocalized, in mild annoyance that her seat had slipped from her.

Obviously still feeling the effects of the smother, Peach watched Sailor roll away, before slowly managing to rise. The royal approached the smiling man, who tried to give her a bear hug in response. She grunted a little at the initial squeeze, but tried to counterattack by sending an elbow strike to his temple.

[SimplePride]

Theta wouldn't admit this to anyone, but, part of the reason he locked the princess in a bearhug was because she was kind of cute. But, Princess was having none of it, as she began to hit Theta in the head with her elbow. Slowly and surely the hold loosened, and soon Theta pushed Peach away. Theta instinctively held his head for few seconds, "I always go easy on pretty girls, it's a weakness of mine." Theta admitted to no one in particular. Theta attempted a running knee to Peach's gut, hoping to get some offense going.

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Peach's elbow strike hit, and the princess continued striking Mr. Theta until he eventually released her. Realizing the hold was loosening, Sailor pushed Peach away suddenly, which caused the monarch to stagger back. "Whoa there!" Assuming the femboy was talking to her, Peach responded. "Considering you'd mostly be fighting girls in the LAW Intergender ring, that's a pretty big weakness." She teased. But then Theta came at her for a running knee. The boy was actually pretty fast, but so was Peach who decided to quickly move to the side, dodging the move. For a second, Peach was standing right at the side of her male opponent, with his knee still in the air. Peach would thrust her hips to the side, attempting to nail the boy with another booty bump, thinking he should be off balance.

[SimplePride]

"Yeah, but, a lot of the wrestlers here are ugly in different ways..." Theta said before he charged. By the time he realized he had waited too long to charge, it was too late. The knee whiffed, and Theta once again found himslef being attacked by Peach's plump rear. Theta once again hit the ground, but, at the same time wasn't particularly mad at it, "You certainly like using that thing, don't you?" Theta said, giving Peach's butt a smack before getting up. Theta had a feeling he was going to regret doing that, but, he'll cross that bridge when he got to it...

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Peach's side booty hit hard, once again knocking Theta straight down to the mat. Princess Cake giggled at the effectiveness of her hip strike, when suddenly, she felt her opponent slap her sexy backside. The monarch gasped, her eyes widened, and she stood in shock for a moment.

Part of the reason she became a wrestler was because she sought strength to defend herself. She had be physically violated by kidnappers outside of Nation Nectarine on numerous occasions before. And while Peach had become much stronger since, her trama hadn't fully faded away yet. So almost instinctively, Princess Cake jolted her leg up for an attempted crotch kick, her fight or flight response activating an uncharacteristic low blow.

[SimplePride]

Theta didn't expect Peach's response to him smacking her weapon of choice, but, at the same time, couldn't blame her for her response. Unfortunately for the Princess, she wasn't the first to try and kick him in the balls, so Theta instinctively closed his thighs on her foot, "Though I probably deserve that, you aren't the first to try that. Far from it, actually..." Theta said in a plain, matter-of-fact voice. Theta dropped her foot and countered with a clothesline. If this was successful, he would lock Peach in a headscissors, hoping to wear his opponent down...

[dddybee]

Princess Cake gasped both in both shock in what she had tried to do, and in surprise that Theta's thighs managed to catch her leg. "OH! Well I wouldn't usually-...but without consent you shouldn't-GAAH!" Theta had released Peach's leg and immediately went straight for a clothesline. This knocked her down to the mat, leaving the monarch stunned long enough for Theta to use a headscissors on her. "Ugggh." Peach grunted. "Maybe don't slap behinds without consent then." She suggested, squirming around in the headscissor move. Trying to escape, Peach would bend one of her strong, flexible legs up to attempt to nail Theta's face with a sharp kick!