Care Bear

[APlaying]

Garlim's face flushed as she looked at Theodora's toned body, her cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide the fact that her breasts heaved with every breath she took. She couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, she couldn't look away from Theodora's intense gaze. “Hmph.” she teased, trying to play it off. as if she was unaffected by Theodora's presence.

Garlim had to admit that she had never met anyone like Theodora. The way she moved, the way she carried herself, everything was like a calculated dance. But what struck her most was the twinkle in Theodora's eyes. It wasn't just about the challenge, it was almost... flirtatious. Something deep inside Garlim began to stir, a part of her that she didn't even know existed.

Her chest tightened. a combination of nerves and excitement coursing through her. “I won't need much time.” she managed to say, trying to maintain her confident demeanor despite the butterflies in her stomach.

She steps forward, her own body language confident and strong. “A few days ago, one of my rivals came to the gym imagining that I would take revenge for the defeat I suffered. But she turned out to be the one who was most eager for revenge. Tell me, would you also like to take revenge?” said Garlim walking softly around Theodora, like a kind of hunter stalking her prey.

[Weonna]

Theodora let out a soft chuckle, tilting her head slightly as she watched Garlim circle her like a predator sizing up its prey. The blonde goddess was putting on a strong front, masking whatever was stirring inside her with that confident smirk—but Theodora could *see* the slight tension in her shoulders, the way her breath came just a little deeper than usual. She had *felt* the shift in the air between them, and it was only growing heavier with each passing second.

So, Garlim wanted to test her. To play the game of dominance.

Fine.

Theodora let her body relax, turning her head just enough to keep her gaze locked on Garlim as she moved around her.

“Revenge?”

she mused, her voice smooth, almost amused.

“That’s a strong word. But I’ll admit…”

she paused, letting the anticipation linger before slowly pivoting on her heel to face Garlim head-on.

“I haven’t been able to get our match out of my head.”

[APlaying]

Garlim felt a shiver run down her spine as Theodora's eyes locked onto hers, her body vibrating with a mixture of desire and defiance. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as she stood her ground, watching Theodora's movements, waiting for her next move. “Haven't you been able to get our match out of your head?” she teased, her voice full of sarcasm.

“Well, it's not the first time I've been told that. But it's flattering coming from you.” She replies with a chuckle as she pauses. “You've been undefeated before you met me, I guess it's never easy to get that out of your mind. I've lived it, although I'm not on an undefeated streak or anything like that. The truth is I haven't gotten your memory out of my mind either, you looked very huggable when you were knocked unconscious.” She said playfully, breaking a bit of the facade she was trying to maintain for a moment. But she couldn't help but remember how cute Theodora looked in her most vulnerable state.

Garlim let out a sigh to compose himself, and continued. “I'm sorry about your streak, I hope you don't hold grudges about it. I actually had so much fun that I almost didn't care about the victory.... It's weird, as I'm usually very competitive.” She said frankly, blushing a little as she realized what she had just said.

[Weonna]

So the mighty Goddess hadn’t just been focused on winning—she had actually enjoyed their match, enough that the victory itself wasn’t what she cared about most.

"Oh?"

Theodora’s voice was velvet-smooth, her tone dripping with amusement as she leaned in ever so slightly.

"So, you’re saying you didn’t just enjoy dominating me—you actually liked having me in your arms?"

She let the words linger, watching as a faint blush crept onto Garlim’s face.

"That’s cute, really,"

Theodora continued, her voice almost playful as she stepped forward.

"But you know what’s even cuter?"

Before Garlim could react, Theodora lunged forward, her arms snapping around the blonde goddess’s waist with a sudden, crushing force. She lifted Garlim off her feet, squeezing her in a vice-like bear hug, her powerful arms locking tightly around Garlim’s midsection!

Spoiler

"Turnabout’s fair play, don’t you think?"

Theodora teased, pressing her cheek against Garlim’s as she squeezed even tighter, lifting her a little higher just to prove a point.

"You did say I looked huggable when I passed out. Let’s see how you look in the same position."

She deliberately rocked Garlim from side to side, adjusting her grip so she could flex her biceps and increase the pressure, reveling in the feel of the blonde’s body struggling against hers.

Theodora chuckled, loving every second of this reversal.

"You’re not blushing now, are you, Goddess?"

she murmured in her ear, squeezing just a little harder, waiting to see how long Garlim could last before the so-called dominant one started to crumble.

[APlaying]

Theodora's statement made Garlim blush even more than she already was, for the muscle bear was right to say so. But this caused the blonde goddess to break which left her vulnerable, a moment that Theodora took advantage of to take her by surprise.

Garlim felt herself being lifted off the ground, her breath quickly leaving her as Theodora's strong arms wrapped around her. She tried to maintain her facade, to keep that smile on her face, but as she felt the bear's embrace grow tighter, the pressure increasing, she began to lose her composure. She could feel her cheeks heat up, her body trembling slightly as she struggled against Theodora's grip. “N-Nnngh! MMMmm!” Garlim gritted her teeth trying to hold back her howls, seeking to remain calm despite her growing discomfort.

She struggled against the powerful grip and let out soft gasps from the effort, her blush deepening when she realized Theodora placed her cheek against her, just as she had held it in her match. “HMMmm! Mmmm!” Garlim tried her best to act calm despite the butterflies in her stomach.

“You're very strong... and you hug hard... it's a little hard to, breathe...!” She managed to mumble, squirming slightly in Theodora's grip.
Theodora's laughter echoed in her chest as she held Garlim in place, her grip firm but not painful. Until suddenly she rocked the blonde goddess from side to side.

The pain that was starting to run through her sides grew worse, which made Garlim reflexively pull his knees up to Theodora's sides to get a foothold. She gritted her teeth hard as she let out soft moans with each clench, until in one of those one of her arms fell involuntarily and hung to her side. Her fists began to clench and unclench to try to keep the blood flowing. Then she bit her lip softly as she blushed more and more.

“MMmmm!!!” Garlim didn't want to stay vulnerable in the grip, so in a swift action she put one of her hands against one of Theodora's shoulders to try to emulsify her, and thus maybe loosen the grip or get some breathing room.

[Weonna]

Theodora felt every squirm, every tiny shift of Garlim’s body as she fought to endure the crushing embrace. The warmth of her breath, the way her toned frame trembled slightly against Theodora’s hold—it was intoxicating. She could feel Garlim’s resistance weakening, her body betraying her pride as the blonde goddess instinctively latched her legs around Theodora’s waist in a desperate attempt to find leverage.

The Muscle Bear grinned, tightening her grip even more, making sure Garlim could feel every ounce of power she was pouring into the hold.

“You’re struggling so much, Garlim~”

Theodora teased, her voice smooth and laced with amusement.

Theodora felt the blonde’s chest rise and fall against hers, her breaths shallow and quick. Theodora could tell she was getting to her. The way Garlim bit her lip, the way one of her arms involuntarily dropped, fingers twitching—it was adorable.

Garlim’s palm pressed against Theodora’s shoulder, an attempt to push her away, but Theodora wasn’t about to let go so easily. She let Garlim think she was getting some space—just enough to make her feel a flicker of control—before suddenly rocking her again, this time pulling her even closer.

Their faces were now inches apart, the heat between them undeniable. Theodora could feel the warmth of Garlim’s breath ghosting over her lips, their foreheads nearly touching. She let the moment linger, savoring the tension before whispering,

“Keep struggling like that, and I might think you’re enjoying this.”

She gave one final squeeze, flexing her arms just enough to try and earn another soft whimper from Garlim, the sound sending a thrill down Theodora’s spine.

[APlaying]

Garlim arched backwards as Theodora tightened her grip even more, then straightened up as Theodora teased him a bit about her resistance. Her arms went around the muscle bear's neck reflexively as she gritted her teeth trying to withstand her embrace. Garlim was a little annoyed by the sarcastic comment about how she was trying to resist, but it was oddly pleasant, so she didn't say anything about it other than to let out a few whimpers.

Garlim tried to muster every last ounce of strength she had left, pushing Theodora with renewed determination. If she didn't, she feared she would simply give in to the pleasurable torture and submit, which was something she refused to do.

But the more she struggled, the more Theodora seemed to enjoy it, tightening her grip just enough to keep Garlim on her toes. As if on command, the next squeeze came out and Garlim's head lifted into the air as a sweet moan of helplessness parted her lips. She felt a bounce in her body that gave Theodora a beautiful demonstration of motion physics as her thick legs adjusted to now lock behind the muscle bear's waist. She unwrapped her arms from Theodora's neck as her chest expanded more and more while letting out cute grunts of exertion.

The blonde goddess's face flushed, her chest throbbing as she tried to catch her breath. The last thing she wanted was to show signs of weakness in front of Theodora. As the seconds ticked by, Garlim felt his body begin to fail, her muscles trembling from the strain.

[Weonna]

Theodora felt Garlim’s body trembling in her grip, every flex and shiver sending an undeniable thrill through her own muscles. The way the blonde goddess arched, her breath hitching, her thick legs instinctively locking behind Theodora’s waist—it was almost too satisfying.

"Mmm… still struggling~"

Theodora murmured, her voice teasing but dripping with something deeper.

"But look at you… hanging onto me like you don’t want to let go."

Her arms tightened again, another deep squeeze forcing a soft, breathy moan from Garlim.

"It’s okay, sweetheart… you can give in. I’ll take care of you."

She rocked Garlim slightly in her arms, not just squeezing but holding her now, as if cradling something delicate yet powerful. The blonde’s muscles trembled, her body fighting itself—her pride clashing against the undeniable exhaustion setting in.

Theodora grinned, watching as Garlim’s lashes fluttered, her breath coming in rapid, shallow gasps.

"You’re so strong… but even the strongest need to rest, don’t they?"

She flexed again, this time not just to dominate—but to comfort. To let Garlim feel her strength in a different way. The blonde goddess's arms had fallen from her neck, her legs still clinging tightly but losing their tension, her grip faltering. Theodora could feel it—Garlim was slipping, her body surrendering even as her pride fought to keep up the facade.

"Mmm, I like that you like this,"

Theodora whispered against Garlim’s ear, her voice warm, almost affectionate.

"Soft… vulnerable… trusting me to hold you."

She adjusted her grip, shifting Garlim’s weight so the blonde rested even more against her chest.

"Don’t worry, Little cub~,"

Theodora purred,

"I’ll take good care of your tired little body."

[APlaying]

Garlim's heart raced as she felt Theodora's powerful arms tighten around her, her thighs slowly slipping from her captor's waist, trapping her against her solid torso. Garlim tried to struggle, to show her that she wasn't a doll she could simply manipulate, but the effort only made her back shudder and her breath catch in her throat. “I... I'm not tired” she gasped, trying to sound confident despite the trembling and excitement that ran through the blonde goddess at Theodora's constant flirting.

“I can, go on...” But even as the words left her lips, Garlim could feel her muscles weakening, her limbs weakening under the grip.

It was as if he could feel his own inner turmoil, her body's desperate desire to submit to Theodora's strength, even as her mind rebelled against the idea of being overcome by a woman she had defeated before. With a smooth but firm motion, she adjusted her grip on Garlim, her strong arms cradling the blonde goddess's body against her chest.

“Mmmm! Hmmm....” the warmth of her breath on her neck as she whispered something in her ear, her voice low and almost soothing. “aaah...” Her limbs fell downward completely limp, as she went limp in Theodora's grip, her head resting on the muscular bear's shoulder.

Ending up simply as her own wrist to squeeze, and without thinking of the things Theodora would want to do to her.

[Weonna]

Theodora let out a satisfied hum as she felt Garlim’s body fully give in, her once-tense muscles now soft and pliant against her. The blonde goddess had fought so hard—her pride demanding resistance—but in the end, her body had betrayed her. She had melted into Theodora’s embrace, her arms limp, her head resting on the Muscle Bear’s shoulder as her breaths came in slow, uneven whimpers.

"Shhh… I know, sweetheart,"

Theodora cooed, slowly lowering herself to a seated position in the ring while still holding Garlim close.

"You were so stubborn, so strong... but look at you now. Completely relaxed in my arms."

She adjusted her grip, cradling Garlim’s back as she settled the blonde onto her lap, keeping her wrapped securely in the warmth of her arms. Theodora could feel the rise and fall of Garlim’s chest, the lingering shudders in her muscles.

Theodora smirked as she ran her hands slowly over Garlim’s toned arms, her fingers gliding along the definition of her biceps, her shoulders, her back.

"Mmm, so tense even now?"

she teased, kneading her fingers gently into the blonde’s strong frame, working out the strain from their struggle.

"Don’t fight it, Goddess. Just let me take care of you."

Her hands moved lower, tracing the curve of Garlim’s sculpted abs, feeling the tightness beneath her fingertips. Theodora massaged gently, her thumbs pressing in soothing circles as she worked away the lingering tension.

The Muscle Bear smiled, dipping her head slightly, letting her lips hover close to Garlim’s ear as she whispered,

"See? This isn’t so bad, is it?"

She tightened her embrace just a bit, wrapping Garlim more securely against her, her hands continuing their slow, possessive exploration of the blonde goddess’s exhausted muscles.

"I like holding you like this,"

Theodora admitted with a low chuckle,

"and I think… maybe you don’t mind it either."

Her fingers traced one last slow, teasing path along Garlim’s spine, relishing the way the blonde’s body shivered against her. Theodora could have let go… but why would she?

She was enjoying this way too much.