Jasmine C. Cake and Edith Una had built up and interesting history by this point. They first met in a pretty competitive match that Jasmine ultimately won, by channeling her obsession with smothering against her fancy foe. Afterwards, the two of them had built up very cute friendship, hanging out and training often. The only hiccup in their relationship relationship was Jasmine's smother-obsession, which led to her often "playfully" smothering her friend in what became an excessive matter. Thankfully, Jasmine had chilled-out since then, honoring her friend's request to only smother her in moderation, outside of matches and sparing of course. After getting past this hiccup their friendship deepened, to the point where Jasmine wanted to introduce Edith to some of her other friends. Namely, Jasmine's fellow stablemates and besties, Honie and Melony, the other Booty Empresses!
The plan was for Jasmine to pick up Edith from her apartment, to then go down to Honie's place. And perhaps to spend some time there, before they all went down to Melony's place to have a sleepover! It was something Jasmine had been excited to do for a while. And now, all of their schedules were clear enough to finally commit! Soon, Jasmine arrived at Edith's apartment. She was clad in her usual wrestling gear, because she mentioned to Edith prior that they may end up doing some sparing. Before coming here, the bonafide empress also made sure to take out a good deal of her smothery urges on the villainous inmates in her Smother Dungeon. Though she'd be lying, if she claimed that facesitting Edith (in moderation) wasn't on her mind, especially with the subject of sparing in the air.
"HEEEEEEEY EDDIEEEEEE!" Jasmine exclaimed, as she repeatedly used her big, meaty rump to knock on Edith's door, doing the most as usual. "It's me! Jasmine! Your favorite caked-up smother-lover! You ready to hangout with the Booty Empresses today?!" Jasmine's Appearance
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The door trembles under the repeated assault of Jasmine’s sizable posterior, rattling the hanging keys and drawing a groan from within, as Edith sided strolling over to the door. "Ughhh…yes I remember, Jazz, please don't beat my door down with your butt, I don't wanna explain to like it owes you money..." She'd call out before then swinging the door just as Jasmine readies another bump, causing the Booty Empress to stumble slightly forward. "Hi. Yes. I’m ready. You messaged me like, four times this morning to confirm. And again last night. And during lunch yesterday. Remember?
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With how hard Jasmine was booty bumping Edith's door, one would think it was actually the FBI trying to knock the door down. While that wasn't her intention here of course, Jasmine's powerful glutes and hips were very much capable of performing such a feat! Edith knew this and made sure to answer before that could inadvertently happen. When Edith opened the door, Jasmine was readying another butt bump. "?!?" And she just barely stopped herself from mistakenly hip attacking Ms. Una, staggering forward a bit instead.
"Edith!" Jasmine chirped, as she turned around to give her buddy a warm hug. "Yeah yeah, I know I messaged you a bunch. I'm just really excited! C'mon! Let's go!" Jasmine led Edith over to their means of transportation for today: a luxury, high-class limousine! "Fancy enough for you?" Jasmine teased, as she smacked the pinkette's butt with a playful spank. Despite being a royal, the rowdy tomboy didn't always choose to travel luxuriously. But Jasmine figured her fancy friend would appreciate riding in such a vehicle! Jasmine opened the door for Edith, before following her inside and shutting it. The vehicle had all the internal conveniences and comforts one would expect from a limo! There was a noticeably big butt imprint on the seat cushion Jasmine had been sitting on, and her ultra thicc rear would fill it once again.
The monarch's personal chauffeur would be driving, giving Jasmine the chance to chill with Edith in the rear seats. "You need anything?" Ms. Cake would ask her. "Say the word and it's yours." After making sure Edith was all-good, Jasmine directed her chauffeur to drive off. "We're off to Honie's place first! Say Eddie, what to ya already know about the Heroine of the Beehive?"
Edith smirked as she settled into the plush limo seat, crossing her legs elegantly while adjusting her pants, dusting them off as she put her bag at her feet. "I’ve got everything I need—for now, But if I think of anything else, you’ll be the first to know Jazz." As the limo pulled away, Edith leaned back against the leather upholstery, her fingers drumming idly on her. "So, Honie’s place first?" she mused, tilting her head slightly. "I assume it's redudant to ask but that means she is coming with us? Or are we just stopping by to pick up something?" She asked making conversation as the pair drove
She knew of the "Heroine of the Beehive" as Jasmine put it, of course—Honie’s reputation as a fierce, bootyful with quite a "sting" had lead to her joining the other booty queens, but Edith hadn’t interacted with her much outside of the occasional passing encounter in the locker rooms or backstage. "If I remember correctly she works at a farm house right? Somewhere in the country, which I can only assume has some form of bee related things involved right?"
Jasmine nodded after Edith confirmed she didn't need anything right now, before addressing the pinkette's questions about how Honie. "Yep. Honie's up first. And of course she'll come with us, silly! And that's spot on. Knowing Honie, she'll probably want you to check out her bee farm, before we head over to Melony's and whatnot." As the drive continued, the scenery began to transition from suburban to rural, indicting they were getting closer to Honie's country home.
Feeling a tad mischievous, Jasmine would bring her legs up to the seats. She got on her hands and knees, sticking her big, beautiful butt up towards Edith and teasingly shaking it from side-to-side. "Hey Eddie... Wanna past the time with some facesitting? Your face can be Mommy's seat cushion until we finish making it to Honie's place, or I could just stinkface you silly against the car door window..."~ Jasmine teased in a low, sexy voice. In the past, Jasmine would have likely just pounced on Edith to smother her by now. But now, Jazz was exercising enough self-control to ask for her consent. She didn't expect Edith to want to get booty smothered right now, but Jasmine figured she'd at least have fun flustering the fancy girl at least.
Edith had been peacefully gazing out the window, watching the scenery shift from urban sprawl to rolling countryside as the limo cruised along. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the soft leather beneath her made for a relaxing atmosphere—until she felt the seat shift beside her. Turning her head, her eyes widened at the sight of Jasmine on all fours, her plush, round rear swaying hypnotically just inches from Edith’s face. The pinkette’s cheeks burned crimson as memories of their last smothering session flooded her mind.
"J-Jazz!" Edith squeaked, instinctively throwing her hands up to block the approaching booty. But in her panic, her palms pressed flush against Jasmine’s cheeks, the warmth and sheer softness making her fingers twitch. Worse yet—Jasmine had already clearly reapplied her signature glossy lipstick (or more likely had someone apply the lipstick marks for her), leaving sticky, shimmering prints on Edith’s palms as she pulled them back with a mortified yelp. "A-Ah! N-Not again! You—You can’t just—!" She stammered as Jasmine gave another teasing wiggle, her hips swaying just close enough for Edith to feel the faintest brush of fabric against her face. "We're not d-doing this in the limo! It-It's not safe!"
"MMMMM. Yes. Fear my booty! Your pleads are turning Dommy Mommy Jasmine on!" Jasmine purred with temptation, as flustering poor Edith started to arouse her. Jasmine's meaty booty jiggled, when Edith inadvertently pressed it. The lipstick being a reminder that Jasmine had recently subjected another hapless (or lucky) soul to a smothery fate. And it looked like Edith was next! But just when it seemed like Edith was gonna spend the rest of this car ride serving as Jasmine's smother toy, the Booty Bomber finally turned her terrifying tush away. She turned around to plant a kiss on Edith's cheek, instead of planting her massive butt there!
"Mmmmwah...! It's cool Edith. If you'd rather not get smothered while we're in the car, that's fine. I was just asking."~ Jasmine teased, speaking into Edith's ear in a suggestive tone. "I'll just remember to wedge your pretty face in Mommy's buttcrack, when you feel we're in a safer place."~ While Jasmine still smother pranked Edith from time to time, she honored her commitment not to go crazy with it anymore. So after teasing the pinkette, Jasmine would simply lay her head on Edith's lap, resting there as the duo got closer to Honie's house.
Edith’s face burned as Jasmine’s lips pressed against her cheek in a sudden, playful kiss. A tiny, involuntary “Eep!” squeaked out of her before she could stop it, her entire body tensing up at the unexpected affection. The warmth of Jasmine’s breath against her ear sent a shiver down her spine, and the seductive whisper that followed made her heart pound even harder. The way she lingered so close, her lips nearly brushing Edith’s ear as she spoke and it made the pinkette’s stomach flip. Edith could feel the heat radiating off the dommy mommy, could smell the faint scent of her perfume mixed with something distinctly her—something that made Edith’s thoughts scramble.
And then came the real threat.
"I'll just remember to wedge your pretty face in Mommy's buttcrack when you feel we're in a safer place."~
Edith’s breath hitched, her mind immediately conjuring up the image—Jasmine’s massive, jiggling booty pressing down on her, the heat, the helplessness, the way she’d be trapped beneath that glorious weight until—
No no no, bad thoughts! She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, willing herself to not combust right then and there. But despite the flustering, despite the way her face felt like it was on fire, she couldn’t help the tiny, exasperated sigh that escaped her. “J-Jazz…” she whined, her voice embarrassingly shaky, but true to her word Jasmine didn't push it further—instead, she shifted, her weight settling as she laid her head down right in Edith’s lap.
Edith blinked, momentarily stunned by the sudden shift from teasing seductress to cuddly menace. Edith opened her mouth to protest, but… what could she even say? Jasmine was choosing to behave (for now), and honestly, Edith was just relieved she wasn’t currently being used as a seat cushion. So instead of arguing, she just exhaled heavily, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
“…You’re a handful,” she muttered, her fingers threading gently through Jasmine’s hair in absentminded petting. It was almost automatic at this point—Jasmine loved attention, and Edith, despite all her flustered protests, always ended up giving it to her. "And don't make a joke about your butt being a handful." Edith added quickly before simply letting the queen enjoy her petting. The car ride continued in comfortable silence after that, the only sounds being the hum of the engine and the occasional content sigh from Jasmine as Edith’s fingers worked through her hair. Edith stared out the window, watching the scenery blur past, her mind still replaying Jasmine’s earlier teasing.
"I'll just remember to wedge your pretty face in Mommy's buttcrack..."
A fresh wave of heat rushed to her cheeks, and she bit her lip and shook her head, forcing the thought away. And so, the rest of the car ride passed like that—Jasmine lounging across Edith’s lap like a smug, spoiled cat, and Edith petting her hair despite her endless protests, both of them pretending Edith wasn’t still thinking about Jasmine’s threat to smother her later. By the time they pulled up to Honie’s house, Edith’s blush had finally started to fade.
Jasmine had brought up the prospect of smothering Edith to tease and fluster her, and the pinkette's reaction did not disappoint. Despite Jasmine recently exercising more self-control in that part of their relationship, Edith was still quite wary of Jasmine's backside. Not that you could blame her. Jasmine's giant, meaty booty and undying smother-lust could be quite menacing. Edith whined, blushed, squeaked, and squirmed, as Jasmine's teasing brought the pinkette out of her usually cool-headed demeanor. But despite the threat to smother her later, Jasmine was currently content with just kissing Edith's cheek, before laying her head on her lap.
Jasmine purred, as Edith began to absentmindedly give her headpats. It was a sensation that the Booty Bomber truly loved, feeling Edith's fingers comb through her long, pretty pigtails. Upon Edith's request, Jasmine resisted the urge to make a joke about her butt being a handful. "Oh Eddie. You know me so well. Hehehe..." Jasmine giggled, as she continued to cuddle on Edith's lap. The smother-crazed empress couldn't help but think about how and when she could drown Edith in booty later. But for now, the two were getting ready to pull up to Honie's place. They had finally arrived!
"And here we are!" Jasmine chirped, pushing herself up. She exited the limo and motioned for Edith to follow her, before telling her chauffeur to wait here. "C'mon girl! Let's go bug the Booty Buzzer!" Honie lived in a modern barn house on the countryside. Some farm animals like goats and pigs, could be seen going about the heavyweight's front yard. Jasmine walked up to the front door, before knocking on it with her butt, as she had done with Edith's door prior. "YO...! We're here, Hon!" Jasmine exclaimed, only for the door to open within moments. Honie was currently wearing her farmer girl/beekeeper attire.
"JAZZY! It's so good to see you!" Honie buzzed, appearing in all her thicc and bricc glory. The Heroine of the Beehive immediately scooped her stablemate and bestie up in a loving yet crushing hug. "Ahhhh...! It-It's great to see you too..." Jasmine grunted, before the big beekeeper turned her sparkling eyes to Edith. "You must be Edith Una! They call you the Hidden Gem right? Bring it in, new friend!" Honie would keep Jasmine in one of her strong, jacked arms, before reaching out to scoop up Edith in the other one. "Haha... She...doesn't know... her own strength..." Jasmine said to Edith with a pained smile. But Honie didn't seem to notice. Her eyes were closed with glee, as she enjoyed embracing the two middleweights, shaking them around in the big hug! Honie's Beekeeper Attire
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Edith let out a soft "Oof!" as Honie's powerful arms wrapped around her, lifting her effortlessly into a rib-creaking embrace. The sheer strength behind the hug was undeniable—Honie squeezed with the enthusiasm of a grizzly bear greeting its cubs. Thankfully, unlike Jasmine's wheezing dramatically in Honie's other arm, Edith remained relatively composed. She'd endured bone-crushing hugs from Eclaire before, since her French sweetheart had a habit of expressing affection through sheer, overwhelming force of her hugs and smooches, so while Honie's grip was intense, it wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to the pinkette.
"Nngh—! It's, ah, nice to meet you too, Honie," Edith managed, her voice slightly strained but still polite. She didn’t squirm or protest, simply waiting for the beekeeping powerhouse to put her and Jasmine down. Once she was put down Edith straightened her clothes and offered Honie a respectful nod. "Thank you for having us. Your farm's lovely."
