Brittany Ysé vs. Bubbles Burste - Hydrophobia

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Kissing Pool Match
Victory Conditions: To win, a wrestler must kiss their opponent in five places - once on each breast, once on each butt cheek, with the final kiss being on the lips. Each kiss must last for five seconds.
Victory Stipulations: The winner will have full kissing privileges over the loser for five minutes after the match.

***

Bubbles Burste was starting to get a little tired of bedrooms. She thought it was impossible, yet it was true.

There was nothing wrong with having a match in a bedroom, of course. For lewd fun, it was such a natural environment - you couldn't ask for a better environment for a sex-fight than a place made for sex. The sheets, the warmth, the little goodies stuffed in the closet, it all fit her theme well, and she had to appreciate it as a lover of old-school apartment wrestling.

But, as with most things, you can get tired of it you’re exposed for too long, and it was no exaggeration to say that Bubbles had seen more than her fair share of wrestling matches in hotel rooms. So, when she learned she had a big match coming up, she asked Mariah, her manager - and, more importantly but less for this, wife - to talk with the booking committee about spicing things up, and they obliged.

A pool match. This was new. Sort of. Bubbles had done a match in the middle of the ocean before, but that was on a boat for the most part, not counting the time when she fell off and nearly drowned. She wasn’t that good of a swimmer, with her bulky body sinking fast and her thick arms not that great at paddling, but she was tall enough, and the water wasn’t that deep, just enough to come up to her neck at the deepest end. Nice and warm, too, along with the

. A big, welcoming pool inside of a secluded room, with gloving hearts on the wall and a red glow covering the whole affair.

It was quiet. Intimate. Cozy. Private, in a way, though Bubbles and and her opponent wouldn’t exactly be alone. There was the referee, circling around the pool in her little pinstriped bikini, cute thing, and then there was Mariah, who’s found a foldout chair to lay across and watch the proceedings. All while she wore that hot little white two-piece string bikini that Bubbles had gotten her a couple of Christmases back.

She was likely trying to ensure Bubbles stayed anxious while she waited for her opponent to arrive, and it was working. Bubbles idly waded around the pool, happily dressed in her tight, golden

, bobbing up and down with the waves. She flicked the occasional wild glance with Mariah as the moment drew near, but for now, the two of them were silent. They’d already said what they needed to say, and Bubbles was happy to let the anticipation mount.

Any moment now…

[Bearhug Goddess]

Britanny had finally found an opponent for a match she wanted to do for a long time ... A match that interested many wrestlers but because of the slightly too high conditions of the Frenchwoman, nobody was qualified for this kind of match ... At least, until she was offered a farmer to be ordinary. Bubble Burste, a mountain of muscle with magnificent curves ... A new type of playing in her eyes. Obviously, the Oja inquired about her opponent by looking in detail what she was capable of and the kind of matches she adored.

It was perfect, maybe even a bit too perfect ... But her desire to dominate such a strong woman could not be signed up, she directly accepted the match and the conditions of her opponent! Then the day of the match arrived and Britanny arrived in the private swimming pool with a little delay, simply dressed in her white Swimsuit One Piece which revealed her hips, her abs and her chest.

Britanny

"Ooohohohohhh! ~"

Her laughter resonated in the corridor as she arrived in her eyes with one hand on her hips and the second hiding her lips with her fingertips. The Frenchwoman displayed a big smile and met the eyes of her opponent and her girlfriend. A desire to provoke her adversary crossed her mind, she reached herself between the two women so that they could only see her before approaching Bubbles, crushing their breasts together looking straight in the eyes.

"Ohhh ?... You are much smaller than I thought ! Ohhohoh! ~"

It was the expected minimum coming from a Ysé, provoking their opponents and trying to lower them was almost a thought for them. Even before Bubbles could answer, the ojou with the long white and blue hair put her index finger on the lips of her opponent to silence her.

"I am sure that you have not come completely to prepare, you are lucky, I am in a generous mood today ~"

She removed her index finger from her opponent's lips and searched in her chest, coming out two lipstick, one blue and the other from a golden yellow. Britanny holds the golden yellow lipstick towards her opponent with a big smile.

"If you want to mark my beautiful body with your lips, I think this color is perfect for you, Lady Virgin Killer ~"

[BlackAkuma]

Bubbles didn’t generally look up or study her opponents, preferring to take the ‘Box of Chocolates’ approach. She liked being surprised, not knowing what she was up against until the last moment, and dealing with it on the fly. Some might call her an airhead for that, and Mariah would be lying if she said the word didn’t apply sometimes - but she knew her wife well. She wasn’t stupid, but she was an aggressively simple woman and she never did care much for nuance.

In her defense, it wasn’t like studying opponents would’ve changed much about the way she did things, anyway. Bubbles was a blunt instrument, powerful but basic, and brute strength was more than enough to carry her through the day against 99% of her opponents.

Brittany, however, was going to be the 1%, and Mariah, who had done her homework on Bubbles’ opponent and knew exactly what she was about to get into, smiled wide as the Frenchwoman entered the room and let her bold personality spread. The woman was enormous, even by Mariah's standards. A towering titan of woman with fully formed features, bodacious and audacious. You would think Bubbles might be intimidated to find herself as the smaller woman in a match, finally.

You’d think wrong. If anything, Bubbles looked even hungrier than usual, gazing excitedly at the woman as she approached and went body to body with her. She was clearly eager to get this started, but it seemed Brittany had something else in mind, first - a little makeup.

”Oh, fancy.” She happily took the lipstick and rubbed it along lips, though she was a bit sloppy about it. She had clumsy hands, Mariah usually helped her with such things.

Once it was all applied, she slipped the lipstick back between Brittany’s breasts and stood tall, hands on her hips, undeterred as she gazed up at her taller foe. ”Ready when you are.”

[Bearhug Goddess]

Britanny's provocative words and actions didn't seem to elicit a reaction from her opponent; Bubbles seemed focused on something else... Probably rather unhealthy thoughts, given her happy expression and the fact that she accepted Britanny's golden yellow lipstick and placed it on her lips before placing it between the eye's breasts. Britanny let out a small, mocking sigh, looking at her opponent with a wide smile.

"This color suits you perfectly~"

She also applied her lipstick, making her lips the same shade of blue as her hair. She smacked her lips together, making a small smack sound before looking Bubbles in the eyes, moving closer to her opponent to slide her lipstick between her breasts.

"Take care of it~"

Then came the first move of this match. A lot could happen; after all, Bubbles and Britanny were already face to face... But not close enough for the Frenchwoman. The ojou placed her hands on his opponent's hips, wanting to start this match gently by lifting the heavyweight he was using as an opponent, pinning her against a wall and pressing her body against her. Their height difference had just disappeared, and Britanny lifted her opponent so that they were at the same height and could crush their stomachs, foreheads, and especially their breasts together while gazing tenderly into each other's eyes.

"Not just smaller, you're also lighter than I thought..."

[BlackAkuma]

So, this match was already off to an unconventional start, but that was fine—more than fine.

Bubbles wasn’t sure if Brittany often kept lipstick in her breasts, though she intended on checking thoroughly before this match was through. Whatever the case, it was a welcome addition. Not only did she love the wet feel on her skin, but the blue sheen on her opponent’s lips was a perfect match, one that would lovely on her own body - if they ever got to that point, of course.

They would be finding out soon enough, too. There were precious few women in the world who could move Bubbles in any direction without her permission, but Brittany was definitely in that 1%, and she showed it when she moved in, pulled her in tight, and pushed her up against the walls of the pool. The water sloshed all around them as they docked in place, and Bubbles found herself quite comfortable with the position. The only way it could’ve been better was if Mariah was sandwiched between them, and she wasn’t of a mind to be so greedy.

”Lighter than you, yeah. Doesn’t make me light, though.” She leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together, getting close, so close she could feel the head radiating between them. ”And it damn sure doesn’t make me weak.”

To emphasize that last point, Bubbles brought her legs up, wrapped them around Brittany’s waist, and proceeded to power down with a tight squeeze, crushing her around the hips, putting heavy breast on the bones, all while she pulled Brittany in even closer to enjoy the feel of their mashing bodies.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Britanny continued to have fun and test her opponent's patience, challenging her with her physique and seeking to dominate her physically in a simple but effective way, with a body press against the wall. It was rather exciting, at least in the eyes of the Frenchwoman who wasn't yet taking this match seriously. She was there to have fun and let her desires come to life.

But everything changed when Bubbles went on the attack, wrapping her powerful, wide thighs around the Frenchwoman's hips to squeeze her and force Britanny closer to her opponent, letting their two pairs of breasts crush a little harder.

"Mmmmhh~"

The ojou with long white and blue hair sighed slowly in pleasure and pain. Bubbles was far from weak, but Britanny hadn't yet shown what she was capable of. She slightly released her opponent to wrap her arms around Bubbles' waist, firmly grasping both elbows before looking up to see her opponent, slightly sticking out her tongue to lick her lips.

"You're strong... But I'm stronger!"

Following her words, Britanny began to squeeze with her arms, completely crushing the two wrestlers' torsos and stomachs in a duel of endurance between Britanny's bear hug and Bubbles' body scissors.

[BlackAkuma]

Size isn’t everything.

Maybe a weird thing for a six-foot-three Amazoness to believe, but Bubbles had more than enough experience with taking on small little daredevils to verify that. She’d lost before, happened all the time. Having overwhelming power didn’t help if you couldn't even catch your opponent.

Most of the time, though - pretty much all the time - she was the bigger woman in that equation. Taking on someone with a size advantage on her wasn’t unheard of, but she was swimming in unfamiliar waters. There was always going to be a learning curve. She was already experiencing some of that, with Brittany putting the squeeze on her while she tried to do the same with her legs, putting the two of them into something of a stalemate, their wastes dueling for space. It was a war, and not one she was winning—something needed to change.

Bubbles bit her lip and tried to shuffle up her opponent’s body, getting higher, holding her tighter. It would allow her to put more pressure on the woman’s waist, but that wasn’t the whole goal. No, her main aim was to reach out, wrap her arms around her foe’s head, and pull her in for a tight breast smother, looking to take all the air out of her lungs.