Katsumi Oshiro vs. Suzume Sheska - Think Of It Like A Sleepover

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is so happy to be faceplanting versus what she was enduring moments ago. She meets the plush fluff of her blankets with a few happy gulps of air, her back still burning in pain. Gawd, she was being so rough with that hold! That rowdy rumple-haired dork! The feel of boobs pressing in behind her head doesn't bug her quite so much, more focused on the residual pain.

Then those arms loop her neck, and she's pulled back. Eyes widen as she gags, and feels the pressure clamp down. "Gh-!" Her arms flail out in front of her, then to the sides, and finally back! She finds Suzume's hips! Then upwards a little to her lower ribs! Aaaand the fingers curl to begin skitter-scritching, tickling at the bare skin! Because for as much as she's worried about Suzume going too far and causing her to black out, she's trying to keep it a little light, herself! They are wrestling on a bed, after all!

[Noob]

"Nnng! Wait! Staaaahhhp!" Suzume would cry out, soon just laughing and squealing the moment Katsumi began tickling her. That was a tactic she had little preparation for. Despite her grasp on the other woman, Suzume was squirming about on top of her and even kicking her legs a little bit. Her arms of course loosened until she was more lightly hugging Kat than anything. It was hard to really do much when in the middle of a massive giggle fit after all. "That's so not faaaaiiirrr" She'd whine. Of course there was certainly nothing stopping Katsumi from tickling her, but that wouldn't stop Suzume from making up a rule.

Trying to fight back, Suzume would release her grip and just wrap her arms around Kat's waist in an attempt to pin their arms to their sides. Even if she only managed to catch one Suzume would hold her in a hug and just roll onto her back with Katsumi in tow. "Alright..." She'd say, panting and huffing a bit as she caught her breath. "Suzume's... super slow... submission. I just hold you like this...until you get bored and give up." She'd explain, almost as if the explanation was part of boring Kat. In truth though She was just trying to keep the other woman still while she caught her breath.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi relentlessly skitters her pink-glossed fingernails along Suzume's ribs, desperate to work her until those arm were protecting her sides instead of restraining her! And it seems to work like a dream! Sort of! She finds the brunette's arms locking around her slender waist, managing to pull one arm up while the other is trapped at her side. She rolls over with Suzume, suddenly laughing. "Fuck's sake, Lil' Bit! Yer manhandling me in my own bed! Buy a girl dinner first!," she teases.

The arm reaches back, hooking behind Suzume's head. But she isn't yanking or pulling her hair. She just lies stretched back over her, tangled with her. Her head turns to look back at her with a breathless smile. "Feels good wrestling with ya again," she admits a little quieter. Her hand shifts, lightly petting through the messy brown locks as she studies her. "Really gonna hold me like this 'til I give in?"

[Noob]

It seemed that Suzume's super slow submission was actually working. She totally had Kat trapped and unable to fight back. Or perhaps more accurately they just didn't feel like it at the moment. "You knowwwww that's not what's happening...or not like that. Or not...You KNOW" Suzume would stumble over her words a little bit but at least she wasn't terribly flustered. New Suzume was a completely different beast, only sharing about 99% of old Suzume's DNA. There was a little pause before Suzume responded. "I'll order us dinner after I beat ya."

Soon the two were practically just laying together. Suzume nodded, admittedly enjoying the feeling of Katsumi's hand running through her hair. "Aww really?" She'd say with the widest smile. She couldn't help but giggle at Kat's following question though. After another pause she'd just nod. "Hmmm. Are you really gonna make me hold you like this until you give in?" She'd respond before quickly sticking her tongue out at Kat

[CyanDimitrik]

"Yep," replies Katsumi with a breezy certainty, her gaze half-lidding. She glances at the tongue, temptation spiking in her. And if there's something Oshiro-san struggles with, it's temptation. Her head suddenly darts in, nipping just her lips at the tip of the tongue before leaning back again. "Tagged," she reports primly. She is choosing to not linger on the fact that she just had what most might consider quick intimate contact with her.

"And I'm not done beating ya up. And you haven't even shown me your finisher. You can't beat me without your finisher." Katsumi's fingers curl, gently scritching the back of her scalp through the mussy hair. "M'gonna tombstone piledrive ya," she practically purrs, playfully shimmying her shoulders back against the other girl's torso. "And bearhug ya. Just letting you know what's comin'. It might turn into my finisher, if you're not careful."

[Noob]

"Hmmm!" Suzume let out a sudden squeak. She didn't know what to make of what just happened. "T-tagged?" She'd repeat back, short circuiting just a little bit. That was certainly not how she had ever played tag. Although maybe she just hadn't gotten out much as a child. Regardless her cheeks began to flush a rather bright red in response. She didn't have too much time to really think about it though as Katsumi just continued talking. Whether Suzume was processing any of it at the moment was an unanswered question though.

"Wuuh? My finisher? R-right! My finisher! Hold on I'm..." She'd stammer, squirming a little bit in place as she tried to sit herself up. That was an increasingly annoying task though as Katsumi shimmied a bit, randomly changing her center of gravity enough to make things difficult. "Ok ok just stay still and...wait no! None of that. You don't get a finisher!" Suzume whined. There was no way she was going to let Kat show off a finisher before her. She'd finally sit up before just tilting her head and letting out a huff. "Ugh no wait...you're supposed to be. If you could just..." Suzume continued to ramble as she shoved Kat forward slightly, trying to press down on their shoulders both to push up and keep Kat down.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is delighted that she's taken Suzume noticeably off balance. Finally! She'd been tilted this whole time, it's nice to see someone else struggling a little! But she doesn't linger on it, instead watching the smolfriend flounder while personally trying not to think about any implications of her mouth interacting with the other girl's tongue.

She shimmies more insistently when Suzume fusses, rubbing her shoulders against her chest. "Whaaat?," she asks ever-so-innocently. "M'trying to get comfortable, but the mattress is luuumpy!" She is awful. She's made peace with it. But she's finally pushed up with her, then pushed forward, and kind of guided up. She steps awkwardly about on her bed, trying to turn to face Suzume while still kind of bent over. Her right hand sets to her waist while she attempts to fire a forearm shot into the other girl's stomach!

Lightly. Noticeably lightly. She's playing with her, and not authentically trying to disrupt her. She actually wants to experience the finisher.

[Noob]

It was noticeably harder for Suzume to speak now. She would however let out a few whines the more Katsumi rubbed up against her. They truly were awful. But she had accepted that about her friend now. But that just meant she'd feel a bit less remorse each time she bent, slammed, or just whacked Katsumi. For now though she tried not to think to hard about anything that was happening . She had one task to focus on right now. She was going to show off her super new shiny finishing move!

As she pushed herself up, Katsumi followed. However she did manage to still keep them bent over just enough for things to work. "Ok...now just...gughhh!" A sudden strike to stomach had her wincing as she let out a little pained squeak. It wasn't enough to keep her from her task though. Perhaps she was becoming more resilient she though. "I'm totally not feeling bad about this now!" Suzume huffed as she grabbed the back of Kat's top to pull them forward and stuff their head between her thighs.

The brunette would pause for a moment. "Ok so like...this is totally cause for real I'm supposed to... and like the crowd and stuff ok?" She'd mumble, not really forming a complete sentence. Soon enough though Katsumi would get the point as both of Suzume's hands came down on their rear. It was rather lightly but the sound still echoed. Had she done this when she actually performed the move? Who knew. But it happened this time before Suzume slid her hands down to the back of Kat's thighs and would pull a bit to force them into a more compact position.

"Here goes!" Suzume finally said as she leaned back slightly to lift Katsumi upside down. It was a struggle but she managed to do it. "Suzume...Star Smasher!" She'd call out before hopping up just an inch and slamming Kat down into the soft bed with a package piledriver. She'd end sat up, holding the other woman upside down before resting her thighs lightly over their arms.

It occurred to her that she really didn't know how to follow up. With Katsumi folded up, she'd just peek over her rear and look down at them. "Ummm...so now you're like totally knocked out! Or this is a pin. Yeah! The first one!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi finds her head pulled between Suzume's thighs, her hands instinctively setting to her hips. Further instinctual, her body is tense. The thing she hates most of all, what she genuinely fears in the ring, is something she's offering herself into. These are known to knock people out! And Katsumi? She has a deep fear of being made unconscious in the ring. That's a level of vulnerability she doesn't like. No, no, no.

So already, she's breathing faster, stress levels climbing. It's a soft bed, it'll be okay! She'll endure it! She-

"AAIIE!"

The swat to her rear earned a startled yelp, eyes wide. "D-don't!," she chastises. And then her legs are seized, balling her into a package position. Her heart sinks/climbs into her throat, starting to hyperventilate. Oh god, oh god, oh god...

WHAM. The smushy bed bounces with them. Katsumi is rattled, but fine. Certainly not unconscious. But she's sweating, panting, her heart hammering in her chest. It takes her a moment to realize Suzume is peeking at her from that position. There's a hard swallow, an effort to gulp down her nerves. "Y-y-yeah, aheh...," she says, a light quake in her voice. "S-sure. Um.. so.. you'd lemme go.. so I flop? And you'd pin?" If she can uncurl, she may be able to steady her breathing!

[Noob]

The two bounced down on the bed. While Katsumi was certainly jolted, maybe even feeling a bit of a strain on her neck, the impact was far from severe. Suzume was banking on that anyway or she wouldn't have wanted to try the move. Now peeking over Katsumi, she'd make sure to keep them folded up with their rear in the air. She was pretty excited to get to show off her moves like that and rather quickly began rambling once Kat asked what was next. She wasn't about to let them off the hook and let them flop down just yet though.

"Wuuh? No I don't let you go. See? Shoulders on ground. Katsumi folded. We totally count..." Suzume stopped for a second as her head tilted to the side. "Hey are you alright? I didn't really hurt you or anything did I?" She'd ask, a bit of fear suddenly settling in. It had taken her a few seconds to realize but Kat definitely seemed off after that move. Katsumi seemed more or less fine but a bit paler than usual and if anyone should have worked up a sweat after that move it was certainly the one doing the lifting. The move was certainly supposed to hurt a ton when done in the ring but she had assumed the bed would take most of the bite out of it.