Creampuff vs. Cinnamon Roll! Barbara vs. Miss Fallacy

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Barbara coughed as she slowly began to sit back up, her arm still crossed over her chest to soothe and protect her aching breasts. She had not put up any defense against Miss Fallacy's kick, and now she was paying for it with two aching breasts. But though she was stunned and winded, fury filled her small body. How dare Miss Fallacy kick her in her most prized assets? What if she had damaged them in some way? The idol resolved that.once she was standing, she was going to make Miss Fallacy pay the price for her insolent attack.

But before she could get up, Miss Fallacy pounced upon her, knocking her back down to the mats and straddling her tummy. "Ugh!" Barbara groaned, her blue eyes fluttering open to see a just as furious and embarrassed Miss Fallacy on top of her. "Get off!" Barbara shrieked, but Miss Fallacy's attack was just beginning.

"AHHHHH!" Barbara squealed when Miss Fallacy dug her hands into her breasts, fingers curled into claws that ripped at the idol's sensitive mammaries. Barbara's shrieks only got louder when Miss Fallacy suddenly ripped her top downwards, the thin straps that kept her leotard covering her chest snapping and exposing the idol's perky breasts!

"How dare you?!" Barbara screamed, her face turning red as well as she got exposed. She had to fight back, otherwise Miss Fallacy was going to humiliate her. With a yell, Barbara's hands shot up again, grabbing at Miss Fallacy's bust from below and clawing her breasts as well, aiming to give her opponent another taste of breast punishment in retaliation!

[Monsy]

It didn’t take long once Fallacy had her overworked emotions pouring into a basin, to overfill and act, from pouncing onto the idol, claw-grips seeping against the skin and a tear the attire, garnering two whip-like snaps that exposed her chest. She didn’t know whether to continue raging or slow down. Instead, she just grinned, as though a predator finally awoke inside. Then, the rebuttal. Her chest absorbed the fingertips, and they dug past her threshold, ripping a squeal. “L-Let go!”

Her face tightened up, nibbling on her bottom lip. Both hands clasped around Barbara’s wrists, and she rose to one knee, bent over and planting a foot on Barbara’s stomach. Then she tugged on them, rolling onto her back and flexing her leg up, hoping to send the idol crashing with an improv monkey flip!

[pu-level-up]

"Looks like you can dish it out but can't take it!" Barbara said as her fingers dug into Miss Fallacy's breasts, squeezing down hard as she clawed the bigger pair hanging above her. The breast claw made the pinkette release her hold and grab onto Barbara's wrists. She wasn't going to release her hold so easily though, fingers digging in as she ruthlessly clawed down, aiming to inflict as much pain on Miss Fallacy's as possible in retaliation for her own boob clawing.

But Miss Fallacy had another plan in mind. Barbara gasped as she suddenly got pulled up by her wrists, realizing that her opponent was actually setting her up for a big move! It was too late to try and get away though. "Woah!" Barbara gasped as Miss Fallacy rolled backwards, planted her foot in the idol's belly, and then flipped her head over heels in a well-executed monkey flip! Barbara landed with a thud behind Miss Fallacy, gasping out in pain. But she had a prize in her hands. For when she got flipped, she took Miss Fallacy's bikini top with her, ripping the straps clean off as she gripped the only thing covering those.perky breasts tightly in her hands, leaving Miss Fallacy totally exposed!

[Monsy]

The aches driven into her breasts made her ribs want to shrivel up. Even after they went overhead, it was like their fingers never left. Only the cool draft brushing over her exposed nipples did the discomfort soothe at least five degrees. She hissed on hands and knees, weeding out her cobwebs before she realised. “EEP-!!” An arm stretched across her chest. Scarlet consumed her from chin to forehead. Her mouth went dry, eyes wide and she couldn’t stop nibbling her lip like a rabbit on a carrot.

“I-I…” Fallacy hurried to her feet, greeted by a gluttonous wave of cheers as Barbara held her top. This was a sight that was always so close for fans of Fallacy. Only once before did they enjoy the sight of her precious spots, and they hungered for it again. Evelyn stomped over to Barbara, skittishly bending over and reaching for her top, “Give that back! Give! Give! Give!” She’d shout, with one tug per give, throwing herself onto her heels as she rocked back.

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Barbara was a bit stunned after her fall, though she recovered while Miss Fallacy was busy being embarrassed at being topless. By the time the pinkette stomped over to try and get her top back, the idol had already pushed up to her feet. She let out a small gasp when Miss Fallacy tried to pull the skimpy bikini too out of her hands, grip tightening as she refused to let go, yanking back upon the thin fabric like a rope in a tug of war!

"Oh no you don't!" Barbara said, "You come out dressed like that and you're embarrassed your tits are showing? Give me a break!"

The idol understood of course, she herself thought that being exposed in front of her fans was very un-idol-like behavior. But that didn't apply to Miss Fallacy. The pinkette's desperate tugs and relentless struggling we're getting quite annoying, so once Miss Fallacy pulled back particularly hard, Barbara would let go!

"Whoops!" the idol faked a gasp. Her goal was to have Miss Fallacy pull back particularly hard, the momentum from her struggling forcing her to stumble backwards and make her lose balance. The idol would then immediately step in, rushing forward while Miss Fallacy fell to deliver a powerful knee right into the woman's gut, a coup de grace to make sure she landed hard and was completely stunned and open for the idol's continued punishment!

[Monsy]

Whatever retort they could have mustered didn’t really matter. It didn’t stop the burning blush donning her face, nor the want to re-don her bikini. Everything was put into that tug, adrenaline and desperation mixed into a cocktail that rallied the heart as it did her mind. In doing so, one move undid that all. Give her what she wanted. Evelyn reeled and tried to catch herself, “Huhh??!” Having not expected things to be that easy. When was the last time anything went good here? To make matters worse, “UUGHH!!” A solid hammer of bone rippled her stomach and instead of falling back, forced her to lurch forward and collapse onto her hands and knees, then face down with her hips up as she held her stomach, wounded and whimpering, her top a mere pile of fabric at her side.

[pu-level-up]

Her knee struck home, smashing the air from Miss Fallacy's tight gut, sending her reeling backwards. Barbara cackled in delight, eager to continue punishing her pinkette opponent. Miss Fallacy collapsed to her knees, clutching herself, leaving her body all vulnerable to the idol's deviant will. Barbara had a plan in mind to continue beating and humiliating her.

The idol stepped forward, grabbing Miss Fallacy by her long pink ponytail to pull her head up. "Let's see how you like this!" Barbara said, pulling Miss Fallacy's head between her legs. She stood straight and squeezed hard, crushing the poor woman's head with her thighs in a standing headscissor!

But that was only the setup for the move. As after a few moments of crushing Miss Fallacy's head, Barbara would fall backwards and sit down, spiking the top of Miss Fallacy's head into the mats with a pedigree! She would then flip the two of them over, turning onto her front while forcing Miss Fallacy onto her back, releasing the headscissor to quickly reposition her legs so she locked in a reverse figure four headlock, her calf cutting into Miss Fallacy's neck as she sought to choke out the pinkette with her sexy bare legs!

[Monsy]

Evelyn didn't even finish her next cough before being lifted by the ponytail. Hairs pinched her scalp, an eye shut, wincing and clenching her teeth. Suddenly, “EHH??” Two idol thighs pinched her head, and her mushed features was relished by the crowd, sighting her huff, puff and struggle, wiggling her bum as hands went on Barbara’s thighs until.. Well, she didn’t know what came next. Just that a great pain was in her forehead. She felt little, but the crowd seemed to cheer. All her limbs went slack and stuck to herself, even as she rolled onto her back, with an arm rolling out, and Fallacy was blinded by the lights. “Guhhhh…--kK!!” Again with this choke. She started sweltering as her face lined with sweat. Her boots hit the ground and stomped, frustrated. Soon her tongue poked out to lap some air, but finding none, just as her eyes slipped gradually back towards her skull.

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Barbara raised an arm into the air, signalling to the crowd that she had just landed a big move on Miss Fallacy, spiking the pinkette's head hard into the mats. The idol loosened her grip, grinning ear to ear as she gave Miss Fallacy a little shove so she fell on her side. Her perfect idol legs wrapped around Miss Fallacy's head, squeezing down tight as she locked in the reverse figure four headlock. The idol looked back over her shoulder to see the damage she was doing, seeing the poor pinkette struggling weakly, kicking at the mats uselessly and burning through her remaining air.

She could tell Miss Fallacy was fading. The idol squeezed down just a few moments longer, until she felt Miss Fallacy going limp, sliding into unconsciousness, before releasing her and letting her have that gasp of air she so desired. The idol wouldn't just be letting the pinkette go though, as she repositioned herself again, aiming to lock in another humiliating submission!

The idol quickly switched into a sitting position behind Miss Fallacy's head. She reached down, grabbing her opponent's hips, forcibly pulling her legs up and folding them over her head, kicking her legs up and pressing them over Miss Fallacy's to lock her in a folded position. Miss Fallacy's most sensitive spots would be exposed for the idol to exploit, a fact made clear to Miss Fallacy when Barbara reached down and cupped her crotch with one hand, giving her a little tease!

[Monsy]

Evelyn’s intake was sharp and vivid like a bucket of paint launched at a canvas. The inhale was so violent, a tidal wave threw itself into her back, arching like a whale as her desert lungs flooded for the first time in centuries. All the hooks and needles inside her throat smoothed over, the sand on her tongue and paper teeth as she felt an ounce of spit return to make speaking something better than crackling rigid skin. The world was still inside the dryer when she came to. “Nngggh…” Her back peeled off the ground, wicked bones that crackled from its sore swelling and flipping into the air as her legs came down, pinned near her head. She turned white, then a red river burst across her cheeks. “I-I…” The cup touched her womanhood in such a manner that her body twitched, longed, and battled all at once, chewing her bottom lip and giving kicks that tried anything for freedom.