Smothering a Shooting Star; Gil "Arma-Gil-O" Vs. Grace Moore

[Arista]

Grace wouldn't be the first person to enjoy getting stinkfaced by Gil, and she probably wouldn't be the last, but to openly admit it was much more of a rarity, which made Grace's comment even more surprising...! "...W-well, I'm glad you had some fun, but don't think it ends there, you'll be taking plenty more trips up my butt before the night is over...!" Gil's face turned pink. She should have been more well-adjusted to the flattery than anyone else considering this is how she fought, but she was just a sucker for compliments...!

Gil took Grace by the hair and dragged her out toward the middle of the ring, before then placing her in a relatively effective boston-crab, though from the way Grace was acting, it looked to be one of the most painful things anyone had ever endured in this arena...!

"...Woah, maybe I should try this more often, I mean... I'm still kind of putting my butt to good use...!" Gil giggled, shaking her ass on the back of the big jobber's head. "...But let's adjust for a moment, shall we...?" Gil said in a mocking-tone, sliding back off of Grace's head with her hands still firmly grasped around her ankles, only now pulling her further back, and burying the poor woman's face into her crotch...! "...Now can I hear a thank you...?" Gil teased...!

[Misfit_Alien]

"Mmm, oh yeah? Don't threaten me with a good time cutie, I'd be more than happy to appreciate the assets of a cutie patootie's sweet little booty~" She said, playing along with Gil's remarks as she winked, blushing a bit herself. She was then dragged up by her hair and put into a Boston Crab hold, Grace was a pretty flexible gal so it didn't hurt her too badly, but she definitely acted like it, fooling the crowd and Gil to an extent, just enough to keep the guise up as she endured the submission, trying her best to attempt to crawl away and reach the ropes but Gil's butt resting on the backside of her torso and neck made it difficult to do so.

Then came Gil rubbing her butt against Grace's head, forcing the woman's face to burn with a reddish hue as she blushed, letting out a light moan...it felt so soft. Before she knew it, her face was smothered between Gil's legs as her eyes softened up, her lips and nose pressed into Gil's crotch as she squirmed and wiggled. It was honestly harder to fight the urge to say 'thank you' as Gil was REALLY teasing Grace. She had to keep the act up though as she refused to give up, though her words were quite muffled given her...situation.

[Arista]

Grace had found herself in a series of rather embarrassing holds, but regardless of what was being displayed on the outside, this might have been exactly what Grace had wanted all along...! Of course, the crowd, and Gil, were none-the-wiser to the galactic girl's intentions...!

Gil giggled at Grace's muffled attempt at speaking, she couldn't really even make-out what she said, but that was of no issue to Gil, as she was in the drivers-seat by a long-shot in this one...! "...I'll assume you said thank you, because you've been so well behaved...!" Gil chuckled and pulled back just a bit further for a moment on Grace's legs before releasing her, and letting her legs fall back to the canvas...!

"...Alright, let's try something even more fun...!" Gil schemed, grabbing Grace gently by the hair a leading her up onto her knees, leaving her there hoping this would go off without a hitch...! "...Okay, get ready...!" Gil poked her tongue out through her lips as she planted her hands down on the canvas and threw her legs over Grace's shoulders, squeezing slightly around her neck, Gil faced down toward the mat leaving Grace's view on her backside! "...Let's see how my butt-boxing is...!" Gil giggled before she began the next act in this smotherfest...! She pulled her legs in by simply bending her knees, plunging Grace's cute face into her plump posterior before releasing her back, only to plunge her right back in moment after, over and over...!

[Misfit_Alien]

Grace was released from the hold, taking a moment to draw in a ton of air as her chest heaved up and down. She felt so ragged and tired already, but the sensation and the arousal and the adrenaline were keeping her up and motivated. She quickly composed herself and prepared for Gil's next move. She had to maintain the guise of actually trying to win the match, so she needed to give Gil a bit of offense to worry about, just to make it look like she was trying to fight back.

However, as Grace planned to try and grab onto the horned wrestler, she was quickly countered by Gil's quick thinking and movements. Grace had succumbed to one of the most classic moves out there, the Headscissors. She felt her head and neck getting squeezed between Gil's thighs, calves, and knees. Her face was mere inches away from that sweet, gorgeous, and ridiculously soft booty. She then heard Gil speak up about something...something about "butt-boxing"?

"W-wha...?" Grace questioned it but she would soon have an answer in the form of that lovely bit of booty slamming into her face, knocking her for a loop. It wasn't that strong but it just threw Grace off...she was confused, slightly dizzy, but more so just...shocked. Before she could process anything, her face was repeatedly slammed into by Gil's big, juicy, soft ass as her legs forced Grace's face into them again and again, knocking her head back each time like a boxer's punches...oh, that's why she called it that. Grace was so enamored by Gil's moveset...somehow this cutie patootie made such an interesting and surprisingly effective assortment of moves using mainly her ass...Grace wanted to worship her so badly, but she couldn't...at least, not yet...

[Arista]

Gil just couldn't be stopped right now, or at-least, Grace wasn't exactly trying to...! No-one was complaining though, as a matter of fact, everyone seemed to be enjoying the show! Perhaps no-one was enjoying it more than the lady with the best seat in the house, Grace herself...!

Gil plunged the lucky gal's face into her backside, battering her face against her plump, pale, cheeks, over-and-over, sending her both into a lustful daze, and a temporary moment of stun, giving Gil the perfect chance she needed to apply her next move, which at this point, really could be anything...!

"...You hold-up pretty well, but this next one is the real show stopper...!" Gil smirked before giving one final blow, smacking her rear-end against Grace's face with enough force to send her onto her back...! Gil raced to the corner, not sure how much time she really had, before climbing onto the top of the turnbuckles, pointing down at her prone foe...! "...Get ready, because this one is sure to rock your world...!" She bent down deep, her knees touching her chest before she sprang-up and away, spinning a 360 in the air, her ass on perfect course to crash into Grace's face...!

[Misfit_Alien]

Over and over and over again, Grace was brought face first into the plump cheeks of Gil's caboose, her head being slammed repeatedly into the petite woman's backside as Gil continued to lock her down and box Grace's face with her ass. The technique...if you could even call it that...was strange but it was surprisingly effective as the constant barrage of butt-based 'punches' continued to make the masked woman dazed and loopy. The moment she could even begin to process anything, another jerk forwards would see her smacking into Gil's butt yet again.

After the last one, she was shot backward and sent onto her back, sprawled out and dazed as a heavy amount of red was plastered all across her face. She could barely maintain herself as she trembled a little more, chest heaving in and out as she drew in deep breaths, her boobs shifting up and down as she breathed. She could hardly register whatever Gil was saying but she eventually figured it out once the woman climbed up the ropes and corner.

She saw Gil standing over her, pointing down at her from above before she jumped into the air, flipping around over and over and then landing ass-first onto Grace's face, slamming down on it with a heavy drop, crushing the masked wrestler beneath her cheeks...when it was all over, Grace laid still beneath Gil's soft cheeks, moaning slightly and blushing all the while.

[Arista]

Gil was putting on a show now, and eve though she didn't know it, she had Grace to thank for that...! Her intentional throwing of the match made Gil look great, heck, it made her look like championship material...! She was almost unstoppable...!

Gil soared through the sky, adding a little extra pizazz to it by tucking her knees in and spinning in a full circle mid-air, before gracefully landing ass first on the rookie's face...! "...Ta-da...!" Gil tossed her arms into the air, posing before a crowd of adoring fans!

"...Phew, I'm getting a pretty good workout from all of this, Gracie...!" Gil giggled, patting her hands down on Grace's tummy. "...What do you think we should do next...?" Gil lifted her ass from the poor woman's face, freeing her from being trapped between her pair of butt cheeks...!

[Misfit_Alien]

Grace was getting battered around like a ragdoll...she was being utterly humiliated in front of a large audience. She was squashed, smothered, squished, and finally sat on...And she was loving every single second of it. Something about Gil just warmed her up on the inside. It wasn't just the sex appeal or her masochism or her passion to become the 'Queen of Jobbers'. It was starting to become WAY more than just that.

She couldn't get the thought out of her head. It was far too tantalizing...Gil's charm, her words, her taunts...it was getting to her. She sucked in a deep breath, gathering air, and filling her lungs up with sweet oxygen in order to replenish her stamina. She was in a bit of a haze after being Gil's impromptu cushion for a bit, getting a whiff of her scent. Her skin was so soft and tender...and she had this sweet, soft smell to her. Grace was fixated on her. She rose back up, using the ropes to her advantage as she pulled herself up onto her feet, staggering and sweating...She was still selling the entire 'jobber' bit, but there was so much more that she wanted to do. Her mind was racing, her thoughts began to swirl...the rest of the audience began to fade away and she kinda just focused on Gil, just standing there, looking at her.

Regardless of if she realized it or not, Grace was beginning to experience a sort of 'lovey-dovey' feeling in her chest. She had butterflies in her stomach and she was becoming HEAVILY enamored with Gil. While she was practically a fangirl for most well-known female wrestlers and she had BIG crushes on a lot of them, it was a very rare case to see the masked wrestler actually act on them or have those feelings evolve. Whether it was reciprocated or not, and whether it was clear or not...Grace was beginning to fall head-over-heels in love with Gil.

"Y-you can't...." She began to say. "You can't keep doing this to me..." She continued, sounding like she was...begging? Was she asking for mercy perhaps? She took in another deep breath, exhaling soon after. "Your words, your actions...Gil, you're making my heart skip a beat over here." She said, biting her lip. "All I wanna do right now is hug and squeeze you. I wanna give that pretty face of yours the best kiss you'll ever experience...Dammit Gil, look at what you've done...."

She looked up, her face was blushing red all over.

"You've gone and made me have a crush on you." She said. "Mmm, you asked what we should do next~" She said, chuckling slightly. "Bad move...you're giving me WAY too many ideas. But I was thinking-" She began to stretch, starting to seem almost like a slightly different person as her inner desires began to take over. She felt goosebumps forming along her skin. She shivered and smiled. "How about I give you a taste of your own medicine?" She taunted, winking at Gil as she shook her hips. "You've smothered me plenty enough, I think I should return the favor, it's only fair~" She said, slowly walking closer toward Gil...seeming like a bigger threat all of a sudden as her hips swayed from side to side with every single step and stride in her sensual strut.

[Arista]

Gil had had her fun, and if she continued to have it her way, she would surely keep this match rolling along just as it had! Smother after smother, the humiliation would only get worse and worse. Grace didn't seem to mind it, Gil didn't realize it though, she just figured she was really on it tonight, and had Grace caught right in her smother-y trap!

Just as she had finished her last round of putting Grace right into dreamland, Grace began to huff out, she seemed really exhausted... No, she was... "...Hmm...?" Gil's brow rose, she tilted her head as Grace confessed some deep feelings to her, even admitting a crush! "...Y-you... I mean, thank you that's very..." Gil blushed herself now, her face heated up quicker than she thought it ever could as she tried to now avert her eyes from her foe...!

Grace rose up onto her feet and swayed side to side, seductively more-so than out of a case of the lazy-legs...! "...W-we don't, I mean there are plenty of options, and no need to rush to find one either! Whatever works for you, so... Please take your time...!" Gil was in the drivers seat, no doubt, but Grace had done a 180 on her, and the mood shift made Gil quickly become submissive...! She stepped backwards without even thinking about it, she bumped into the corner, with Grace still walking closer! "...I-I-I..."

[Misfit_Alien]

With Gil now flustered and literally backed into a corner, Grace continued to walk toward her in a sexually menacing fashion, her lips curved in a seductive and lustful smile as the masked wrestler now had the horn-wearing cutie in her own horny clutches. Grace lets out a soft giggle at Gil's reaction, to see her opponent melt like butter before her very eyes as she succumbs to the Shooting Star's sensual charms. It was a heavenly experience for the jobber to rip the reins out of Gil's hand and take control of the match's pace as she stood towering over the smother-based fighter. Her chest loomed over Gil's face as she placed both arms out, gripping the ropes and giving Gil no room to run as she leans down and presses their bodies together.

"Mmm~" Grace purrs, giving Gil's chest a soft squish from her own boobs. "It's soft and warm, like being nestled in a fuzzy blanket on a winter's day~" She continued, serenading Gil with her gentle, arousing voice, turning up the heat as she whispered right into the woman's ear. "Softer than fluffiest wool you could ever snuggle up to...and warmer than the rays of a summer sun~" A leg from Grace slips between Gil's thighs. "All of this is just for you, sweet sweet 'Arm-A-Gil-O'..." She coos, leaning down further and further until she finally steals a kiss from Gil's lips, pressing her own to the gal's mouth and tenderly smooching her. The crowd goes wild with an eruption of cheers as many others go slack-jawed at the sight of the Shooting Star using her wiles against Gil.

"Mmm...You taste sweeter than cotton candy~" She said, breaking the kiss, trying to see Gil's reaction. "D'aww, is someone still feeling hot and bothered? It's alright, this Shooting Star's got you~" She said, cuddling Gil's head into her chest, but making it so that she can still breathe, wouldn't want her passing out and missing out on the rest of the fun. "Make a wish Gil~" She teased. "Shooting stars rarely pass by this often~"