Smother Tour; Smile For The Smothers...! Gil "Armagilo" Vs. Courage Takemi

[Arista]

Gil stepped closer, squatting just next to Courage's head. "...I think I won, don't you?" She snickered. "There is no shame in it, my butt is nice, don't you think? I mean, you got a pretty good, and long, look at it...!" She could hardly stifle her laughter as she spoke! She didn't mean any of it in a demeaning way, she was just proud that she was able to kick ass like she had, of course, smother matches were just as much a strength, as they were a weakness for Courage...!

"...Say, do you think we should wrap this up...?" Gil smiled. Slowly reaching back as her fingers rolled under the waist-band of Courage's bottoms, wrapping them up and curling them slowly, giving plenty of warning as she slowly pulled up her opponent's back, wedging them up her ass. "Come on, let us get up...!" She carefully stood, leading Courage by her bottoms and cupping her face in her other hand, leading them both onto their feet.

"...Alright, up we go...!" It was a gamble, but Cyber Widow had taught Gil a bit about lifting her opponent's, and Gil wanted to show off her strength, so what better way to do that than carrying around her opponent with her ass on full-display...! She grabbed Courage around the waist, tossing her over her should and stood up right, flexing her other arm as the crowd roared...! Her arm showed anything but physical strength, but this was the most dominate display Gil had put on yet...! She paced around the ring, letting everyone get a good view...! "...How does my butt look from up there...?" Gil giggled, giving a playful smack to Courage's...!

[SuckerPunch]

Courage was just as uncomfortable with her body as Gil was confident. It was a striking difference between the two. Gil proudly presented her butt and relished in the butts of others. She lavished in smothers and the indecency of the event. The innocent, sheltered idol was no match for this brand of hedonism. It had left her red-faced and sweating. Face down, ass up, in a vulnerable position. "Nnn..." She made a soft sound as Gil knelt beside her.

She heard Gil speak, but was too embarrassed to answer the humiliating inquiry. She closed her eyes, ostrich-like. That was until she felt Gil's fingers upon the small of her back. She felt them creep under her attire and brush against the top of her sensitive backside!

"H-hey! What are you-" She stammered as Gil began to pull on her bottoms! They didn't have far to travel before she felt them pull against her most sensitive places! Her plump cheeks fell out with a crowd-pleasing jiggle as she let out a yelp! "ITAI!"

The fabric pressed hard against her crotch and dug into her butt. She'd screamed in pain, but that wasn't the case, not really. Gil was pulling her to her feet, the way you'd use a lead on a dog. She hadn't jerked them. They hadn't bitten into her. But she didn't know how else to respond to the strange tingling sensation between her thighs! Thighs which were now damp with shame.

"S-stop! P-put me down!" She flailed, weakly, upon Gil's shoulder. Every kick of her legs saw her round ass quiver and shake. Up and down. Left and right. She was almost completely exposed. Even the faint pink blush of her lower lips peeked out of her attire as Gil carried her dominantly over her shoulder!

"D-Don't ask me that!" She replied to Gil's rhetorical question a moment before a smack rang against her buttocks. "ITAI!" She cried out, another squeal. But despite yelling in pain, her shriek was coated with honey. Gil knew it hadn't hurt her. And the way her face was burning, so did the audience. Did the innocent idol like to get spanked?

[Arista]

Gil noticed the... State, that Courage was in, but didn't mention it to her, she was humiliated, and was going to be more humiliated as Gil continued, and she didn't want to humiliate her to the point of cruelty, she wasn't Rose Gold, after all...! However, humiliation, behind smothers, was her primary form of attack, and she didn't want to toot her own horn, but she thought she was doing a stellar job at it too...!

Slung over Gil's shoulder, Courage's bottom wedged deep between her plump cheeks, giving everyone the best view possible, only made better by a gentle slap to make them wobble...! "Put you down...?" Gil pretended to think about it, tapping her lip with her index finger. "...You know, I can do that...!" Gil motioned as if she was going to let her back onto the mat, but stopped half-way, reeling herself back to standing up-right, with the poor idol still hanging over her shoulder. "...But first, I need you to tell me how you want me to finish this match...!" Gil snickered, smacking Courage's butt again!

She waited for an answer, not letting Courage go, not matter how she kicked, flailed, and whined...! "...I'll give you ten seconds, if you don't you'll be in big trouble, young lady...!" Gil giggled, un-able to keep a straight face through any of this...! "10... 9... 8..." She counted down, all the way down unless she heard an answer, of course, Courage may not have given one at all, but her threat wasn't an empty one, she had the perfect spot in mind for if she didn't hear an answer out of the idol...!

[SuckerPunch]

Courage's feet kicked pointlessly as she hung over Gil's shoulder. It did little more than send ripples through her plump, exposed posterior. Red-faced and embarrassed, she couldn't believe she was in this position! There were many ways out of it, but for the amateurish idol, nothing came to mind. She could only think about wanting to get down and wanting to not be -seen-! If only she could have redirected some of that energy towards thinking about -how- to do that instead!

*Clap!* Another smack sent waves across the plentiful flesh of her butt! With it came another whimpering scream. A protest to the situation rather than the stimulation, as it was also accompanied by a deepening dark spot on her white bottoms.

"F-finish?" She spoke up at the count of 8. That had been how long it had taken for her senses to return. Her ears rang and she felt a strange tickle between her thighs. A thrumming that was as distracting as the lingering sting from Gil's spanks.

She closed her eyes and pouted. Her cheeks puffed up as frustration began to build, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she regained a sense of self!

She began to shift and roll! Struggling to find some sort of purchase or slack in Gil's grip! "I'll tell you how!" She spoke up without stuttering! She was improving!

"I want you to finish this match under my butt!" Her words came with a blush, but it was a triumphant declaration no less! Bolstered! She attempted to push off of Gil while kicking her feet! To regain her footing and mount her comeback!

...It was technique-less. Ineffective. And frankly a little embarrassing. Gil could have held her up there till the count of 1,000...

[Arista]

Gil held up pretty well, making sure Courage didn't slip away. "...Well, I guess that's an answer... But, I don't think we will go with that one...!" She giggled, ultimately letting up and putting the heavily flustered idol back onto her own two feet, seemingly un-afraid, and un-threatened by the woman.

Gil dawned a huge smile, she was clearly having a great time! "You know... This ring ain't big enough for the two of us..." Gil giggled, lowering her stance with a slight bend in her knees, spreading her legs far apart, wiggling her fingers and looking as if she was ready to reach for a weapon...! "...If you accept this duel, just know, it might be the last thing you do...!" Gil chuckled, looking to finish the match, her and now. Despite her confidence, she never lowered her guard, except to take that stinkface, but that's different...! She knew too well what it was like to be looked down on by her peers, so she never wanted to do the same to someone else...!

"Ready... Draw...!" She gave no indication of what this so called 'duel' was going to consist of, but suddenly, she bolted to the center of the ring, hoping Courage would follow-suit, before she halted, skidding and stopping before shooting her hip out to the side, colliding with Courage's in her own kind of test of strength...!

[SuckerPunch]

Courage was plum shocked that her plea worked. Her kicking feet found purchase on the springy canvas beneath them. So shocked was she, that she hadn't stopped churning her legs, leading her to stumble and teeter backward. Spinning, she put her arms out like a counterbalance and just -barely- managed to stay on her feet.

She bumped into the corner with a wince. More out of surprise than pain. And from there she caught herself on the top ropes. It was good to be on solid ground again.

She took a moment to put herself back together. And found herself staring across the ring at Gil. "D-duel?" She asked in confusion as she watched Gil's posture shift. She was pantomiming. And she recognized that stance. It wasn't dissimilar to part of the choreography for Hitman of the Heart. One of Courage Generation's earlier videos where they'd all dressed up like cowboys. Bikini's and gunbelts and cowboy hats. It wasn't her least favorite costume if she was honest.

Gil was signaling for a weapon. But there was only one weapon a woman like her wanted to use. Courage bit her lip, bracing herself for what she knew she needed to do... Her hands shot down to her bottoms... And god, she couldn't believe she was doing this... She pulled them up, bringing them past her hip bones. She winced, the wedgie was deep and painful... But she couldn't let them get in the way.

It was high noon.

"AAAAAAAH!!!" She let out a war cry as she charged at Gil! Halfway there she threw her body sidelong into a cartwheel! And halfway through that, it became a backflip! She landed, knees bent, locked-on! All of that momentum exploded out of her body as she fired herself like an ass-first cannonball at Gil!

[Arista]

"...You heard me right, a duel...! Just like they did out in the old-west, now, let's tango, partner... Unless you reckon you're scared...!" Gil kept up the twang and lingo, drawing in the crowd, and Courage into an old-west showdown like they had never beared witness to before...!

You could almost hear the tumbleweeds rolling in the distance, the howling wind busting open the saloon doors. Two rough-riders ready to give it a whirl, this time, for all the marbles, or at least... A considereable portion of the marbles...! Gil followed-suit, wedging her bottom's up between her butt-cheeks, and then, she darted right at Courage, halting right at the middle of the ring, skidding against the canvas and sticking her ass far-out...!

The mighty collision came, two gun-slingers had come into contact, an un-stoppable force vs. an un-moveable object... Except this time, both things were very stoppable, and very moveable...! The collision have a satisfying smack as their asses connected, this was the most power Courage had shown yet, and Gil was lucky she didn't let her guard down, otherwise she would have flown half-way acorss the arena, rather, she stumbled and rolled forward, landing in the corner with her legs up over her head, and her ass high in the air...! "...Ow..." She groaned.

A certain silence casted over the crowd for a short moment, everyone tried to figure out what had just happened. Was there actually a cow-boy-style duel that had just happened? Why did it involve butts? Scratch that last question, it involved Gil, butts were somehow going to be involved... But the most important question of all was: How did Courage hold-up, was she truly victorious, or had she fallen just as hard, or even harder!

[SuckerPunch]

Screaming, Courage threw her everything into the backside battle! Both her arms and legs trailed behind her like the wake behind a boat. The momentum creating enough G-force to keep her from pulling either of them in! Her eyes were knit in a look of fierce intensity, as if she were daring Gil to test her, despite the fact that she was looking away from her!

"GILLLLLLL!"

A great thunderclap occurred as their asses made contact! A deafening slapping of asses! They compressed together and rippled! Gil's, the softer of the two, absorbed Courage's plump but firmer backside. They were flank's of different styles, but at this moment they were equal. Both of their thicc rears kissed without their attire as a barrier. The contact turned Courage's battlecry into more of a battlemoan. And for a moment they were locked in time, hovering almost supernaturally as gravity tried to figure out what to do with their bawdy booty battle!

"Mnnnnnoooooooohn~~~"

The friction became too great! And physics too demanding! There was a flash of light, or... Perhaps that was simply Courage's flickering focus... And the two women were separated! Rebounding with exchanged force!

Courage rolled top over teakettle. Once. Twice. It seemed never-ending. And she only came to a stop when her lower back smacked into the corner! She was left on her back. Her hips braced against the middle turnbuckle. Her body was curled into a C. Her legs up over her body and her toes touching beside her head. Her mouth hung open in a pant and her glasses were askew of her empty eyes.

Of the two, she was certainly worse for wear. Barely there, she was begging to be a throne. And beyond that... Her bottoms were scorched. Their edges frayed and black. All that remained was the thin line that had been wedged between her cheeks and a darker, grey triangle over her blushing, swollen mound. It was the shameful dampness that had occurred earlier in the match that had kept them from burning off completely. Her modesty was hidden by the mercifully spared remnants. Her bikini briefs had become more of a gravure g-string from the devestating derriere duel.

[Arista]

The collision made for an intense climax in the match, it was almost as if time had paused a for a brief moment or two as the both hung mid-air in the great clashing of the asses event of 2021, maybe the did hang in the air for a minute, after all, it was passionate strike from Courage, some might even say it was... Courageous... Going up against Gil's pillow-y ass, which acted like a shield, ready to deflect the attack, absorbing it as it send ripples though her bottom-half and thunderous waves through the air that could be felt all the way around the world...!

Gil rushed up to her feet, thinking she had lost and need to rebound as quick as possible to prepare for a viscous attack from the idol, just waiting for an ass to fly out at her from god-knows-where and strike her down to the mat...!

It took a moment for Gil to realize there was no impending attack, no god-like smiting that would be happening, she looked lower, spotting Courage in a pitiful state, defeated, bested, and humiliated...! "...I won...?" Gil asked herself, sure she had been effected worse than Courage, but she stood victorious as the crowd went from zero to one-hundred, cheering, roaring, and stomping from the duel...!

"...I won! I won, I won! You're ass just got kicked..." Gil spun and stuck her ass out in the idol's direction. "...By my ass...!" She tapped her finger into her butt-cheek, licking her finger and making a sizzling noise as she touched it. "...That's the work of the hottest, most dangerous ass in all of L.A.W...! Mwahaha...!" She cackled stomping around the ring in pure bliss...!

"...Hah, what a match, but it looks like it's all over now, not half-bad, Courage...!" She praised, stepping forward with her hands on her hips. She tilted her head and sighed. Courage was a complete mess, not only had Gil bested her, but her own lust had played it's role in doing her in...

"...Let's finish this, okay...?" She sounded sympathetic, but only for the minute, for ass soon as her ass touched down and Courage's nose has nestled itself between her cheeks again, rolling her legs up under her arms. She giggled and smacked her bottom like a pair of bongos...! "...Tap-out, or pass-out, Courage...!" She could hardly resist flashing that wide, toothy grin, knowing Courage wasn't getting out this time...!

[SuckerPunch]

Courage's over-ripe breasts rose and fell with her steady, rhythmic, and autonomic breathing. It showed she was still alive. Gil hadn't killed her. But she was otherwise motionless. A heap of woman that had fallen in a shameful display.

She offered no resistance to Gil's approach, nor rebuttal to her jokes. The match was all over save for the facesitting. And even that was only moments away!

Gil settled onto her throne and hooked Courage's legs! She was trapped, upside-down in an avalanche of ass. The position stretched her legs out and pulled her own buttocks even more into the air. Her plump rump was put on display for the fans. And it rippled as Gil's hands slapped down upon it with satisfying claps! Each sting caused redness to spread over the pale flesh... and the dampness of her hardly hidden mound to grow. This, and the unconscious moaning made it clear, sweet, innocent Courage liked to be spanked!

She didn't have her wits about her or she would have tapped immediately. Instead, she shallowly breathed Gil in. The sounds of degenerate pleasure that came from the shame of the situation and Gil's make-shift music forced hot air across the dominant woman's crotch. A treat for the conquering warrior. Those tickling breaths became shallower. Less frequent. And then she fell slack entirely.

Her eyes were lightless and rolled into the back of her head. Her tongue had fallen out of her mouth, lapping at Gil's superior rear-end. There would be no tap. Courage Takemi suffered the humiliation of suffocating on the scent of a stronger woman!