Gem in the Empresses' Tiaras

[dddybee]

After she was done with her loving yet crushing hug, Honie put both the middleweights back down. Jasmine toughed out the ache in her back, stretching to sooth it, while Edith fixed up her clothes. "Welcome to Grasshopper Grounds! That's the name of this humble country town." Honie buzzed, before motioning for the two lighter girls to come inside. "Make yourselves comfortable!"

Honie would bring her friends to her living room and invite them to sit on her couch. The interior of Honie's house was built mostly with polished wood, with a homey, cabin-like atmosphere. Honie would sit on the middle cushion of the coach, leaving Jasmine and Edith to sit on either side of her. "I bet I can leave at better butt imprint in the cushion than you." Jasmine challenged Honie, as she rubbed her rear down on the cushion. "You're on!" Honie accepted, sinking into the cushion as well, before addressing Edith.

"Jazzy talks about you quite a bit. She seems quite fond of you, Edith." Honie buzzed, prompting Jasmine to jokingly elbow her in the arm. "Hahaha. But one thing Jasmine hasn't mentioned is why you're called the Hidden Gem. May I ask how you got that name?"

[SweetHeart]

Edith adjusted herself primly on the couch, crossing one leg neatly over the other as Honie’s words settled in. The pinkette’s gaze drifted briefly toward Jasmine—who was clearly still basking in the earlier teasing victory—before she cleared her throat softly.

“I… suppose that is something of a story,” she began, her tone polite but betraying a faint heat in her cheeks. “Though I imagine Jasmine may have given you a rather… colorful introduction to my career, I doubt she ever went into detail about the origin of that particular sobriquet. The ‘Hidden Gem’ moniker began to circulate among certain pockets of wrestling fans after I had—how shall I put it—accumulated a rather disproportionate number of highly-regarded matches… all while competing exclusively in smaller, independent promotions.”

Her fingers interlaced in her lap, and her voice softened slightly, as if recalling a long series of memories at once.

“In the earlier years of my career, I was content to work in more intimate venues—old civic halls, community centers, perhaps a converted warehouse here and a high school gym there. These were places where the crowd was close enough to feel every impact. I enjoyed that closeness. I still do, truth be told. But the consequence of such a career path, of course, is that one remains largely unknown to the wider wrestling audience no matter how talented they are. But nonetheless, by either luck or the cooperation of worthy opponents, many of my bouts in those settings were regarded as especially memorable. Over time, word began to travel—not through any grand marketing campaign, but rather through word of mouth, as fans talked among themselves, recommending my matches. And somewhere along the way, it happened so much I was given the nickname ‘hidden gem’. The phrase stuck."

Edith allowed herself the faintest smile, though she quickly composed her expression again.

“It was flattering, of course, though at the time I considered it somewhat exaggerated. There are countless talented wrestlers who, for one reason or another, never sign with a major promotion, and I did not consider myself especially different from them. In recent years, of course, my career has expanded beyond those smaller venues, and more people are aware of my work. Yet, curiously, the name has not faded. It seems the perception of being somewhat ‘undiscovered’ is hard to shake, even after one has been… found, so to speak.” Edith paused after finishing her talk before blushing "Oh, m-my apologizes I went off on a bit too long with my explanation."

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Honie and Jasmine listened intently to Edith, as she explained how she got the nickname 'The Hidden Gem'. "Oh no need to apologize! I'm a pretty chatty girl, so I fully understand it when other people have a lot to say." Honie explained, as placed her jacked arm around Edith's shoulder. "Thanks for sharing, girlfriend!"

"The nickname suits you a lot!" Jasmine added. "It represents both your reserved nature and your kick-butt wrestling skills!"

After these kind words to Edith, the Booty Empresses would stand up to compare the butt imprints they left behind on the sofa. "Ha! I win!" Jasmine claimed. "My imprint is deeper!"

"But my imprint is wider!" Honie protested. "I think I take this one!" The Booty Empresses all had very comparable backsides, and which one had the best butt was a subject of debate among fans. When it came to Honie and Jasmine, Honie had wider hips, and was generally considered to have wider, bigger, and even more muscular glutes. While Jasmine's butt arguably had a tad more depth on the z-axis. She packed a bit more healthy fat in those jiggly cheeks, despite also having plenty of firm meat in that tush.

"Pssssh. Well let's look at Edith's booty imprint..." Jasmine said, grabbing the pinkette's hand to pull her up and reveal the indent her own bum left on the sofa.

"Oh! It's not bad!" Honie buzzed.

"Eddie doesn't flaunt it, but she is secretly CHEEKED-UP." Jasmine giggled, giving the Hidden Gem a solid, playful smack on her behind. "So Eddie. Who do YOU think left the best butt imprint on the couch...?"

[SweetHeart]

Edith blinked as Jasmine’s hand tugged her up from the sofa, the pinkette rising with the neat posture as she wanted to appear composed—even when she wasn’t sure what was going on. She smoothed her pants instinctively, only to realize belatedly what the Booty Empresses were gawking at. Her brow furrowed in confusion… until she caught sight of the faint, rounded indentation her own posterior had left upon the cushion.

“Oh…” she murmured, her words trailing with a startled note as a bloom of heat immediately rose to her cheeks. “I—well, I certainly hadn’t tried to—” Edith straightened her spine sharply, as if posture alone could shield her from their teasing. Her fingers tightened together at her front, and her lips parted in an indignant sputter. “I fail to see why any of this is a matter worth deliberating. Whose… imprint is superior, indeed! Such frivolity is—”

SMACK!

Her entire sentence cut off in a sharp, startled yelp as Jasmine’s palm met her rear with a playful slap. “Kyaaahh—!” Edith clapped both hands over her mouth, eyes wide in utter shock as the sting and warmth spread across the seat of her buns. She twisted her head toward Jasmine, the blush across her face now threatening to creep down her neck. Edith tried desperately to compose herself, clearing her throat in a series of prim little gestures that betrayed how rattled she really was. “I should like to state for the record,” she began, her voice shaky but striving for dignity, “that I have absolutely no opinion on the so-called contest you two are conducting. I have never once in my career, nor in my personal life, felt compelled to compare the depth, width, or any other… dimension of a—of a seat cushion indentation! And furthermore-” she continued, though her hands twisted against one another in her lap, “I hardly think it necessary to note that I left an imprint at all. I am a guest after all! The fact that you have drawn attention to it is… is most unbecoming of you both.”

Her prim little reprimand was undercut when she glanced at the sofa again, her eyes flicking guiltily toward her own mark before darting away as though caught. The faintest whimper of embarrassment escaped her throat.

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Edith was of course feeling flustered at the Booty Empresses talking about butt imprints. And her flustered state only increased, when Jasmine decided to give the pinkette a slap on her tight tush! Jasmine smiled and stuck her tongue out at Edith, when the fancy girl twisted her deeply blushing face towards her. After Edith reprimanded them, Jasmine caught the girl briefly looking at the imprint her own rear had left on the sofa. "Checking out your mark, eh?" Jasmine teased, giving Edith a solid yet playful hip bump to her own hips. "Nothing wrong with having pride in being cheeked-up, Eddie."

"Let's knock it off Jazzy. I think we're making her comfortable." Honie chuckled. "Sorry Edith. Haha. Let's get back to business. I'll show you around my place, before we head off to Melony's!"

Honie would start off leading Jasmine and Edith outside to see her bee farm. "You don't have to worry about them stinging you, if you don't mess with them." Honie explained. "Besides, my bees are always extra calm when I'm here." The flightful insects would buzz around pretty flowers, collecting pollen and doing their thing. An adorable bunny would also approach and sniff at Jasmine and then Edith. "Oh that's BunBun! He's basically a wild rabbit that kinda just chills around here."

"He's SO cute!" Jasmine would chirp, being quick to lift BunBun in her arms, who seemed to enjoy being held. "Wanna pet and/or hold him, Eddie?" Jasmine offered, after petting the cute animal herself. After Edith made and executed her own decision, BunBun would be put back down to go about his day.

Honie would continue the tour, by taking her friends to her indoor haystack stable area, before she suddenly remembered something. "Oh shoot! I gotta check on something real quick. Be back soon. In the meantime, why don't you two relax on one of the haystacks? They're much more comfortable than they look." Honie promised, before leaving for a moment, petting a goat on the way out.

"YAHOO!" Jasmine exclaimed, excitedly leaping into one of the haystacks. She then got comfortable on its surface, laying down on her back with her hands behind her head. "C'mere Eddie... Come and join your Dommy Mommy..."~ Jasmine teased, inviting the Hidden Gem, by patting the area of the haystack right next to her.

[SweetHeart]

Edith hesitated when Jasmine eagerly thrust the rabbit toward her, the little creature’s nose twitching with curious sniffs. “O-oh… well, I suppose it would be rude not to,” the pinkette murmured, extending her hand with deliberate care. She stroked BunBun’s fur with soft, feather-light motions, her touch gentle as though she were handling the most delicate of porcelain teacups. The bunny leaned into her hand, earning a small smile from Edith. After another few careful pets, she lowered BunBun back to the ground with a cautious grace, making sure the animal was fully steady on its feet before drawing her hands back. The little rabbit gave a flick of its ears before hopping off into the grass, leaving Edith dusting her palms together faintly as if completing a chore.

Jasmine, of course, wasted no time in plopping herself dramatically into the hay, scattering straw in all directions as she landed. Her voice rang out with boisterous glee. as with a big grin, she patted the open spot beside her. Edith’s cheeks colored instantly at the shameless invitation. “Honestly, your sense of… of dramatics knows no bounds…” she muttered, shaking her head with a tiny sigh, the pinkette stepped primly closer and gave the faintest of eye rolls as she lowered herself carefully onto the haystack beside Jasmine, smoothing her pants beneath her before leaning back just enough to settle in. To her mild surprise, the straw was indeed softer than it looked, giving way beneath her weight like a surprisingly firm cushion. She allowed herself a little breath of comfort, her shoulders loosening as she folded her hands primly in her lap. “There,” Edith said at last, her tone measured but touched with a faint warmth. “Satisfied?

[dddybee]

Edith seemed to do everything with a air of primness, whether it was the way she lightly petted BunBun, or the way she slowly settled into joining Jasmine on the haystack. On the other hand, Jasmine's mannerisms were the polar opposite: rough, rowdy, and rambunctious. Though in their friendship, these differences complimented each other, for the most part.

Jasmine would send her arm around Edith, pulling their bodies in close so their sides were pressed together. "I love you, Eddie..."~ Jasmine purred, giving her fancy friend a kiss on the cheek. "Ahhhh... This feels nice..." Jasmine would relax and cuddle with Edith for a bit, but it didn't take along for another surge of chaotic energy to flow through the Booty Bomber. "Hey! Check this out!"

Jasmine would suddenly stand up, before jumping and diving into the haystack, sending hay splashing around. She'd seemingly disappear for a moment, before raising one of her arms out of the hay, to give a thumbs-up at Edith's side. That arm would disappear into the haystack again, before her other arm emerged at Edith's other side, waving at her. After that arm went back in the haystack, Jasmine's head would soon peek out from between Edith's legs. "Peek-a-boo...!" The playful empress chirped, before ducking her head back in the hay again. For a moment, no part of Jasmine's body emerged again. But soon enough, Jasmine would surface behind Edith's head. And this time, the first part of her body emerging would be her giant booty!

Rising out of the haystack butt-first, Jasmine's chocolate cheeks would cast a bum-shaped shadow over the pinkette's head. And then...PLOP! Jasmine would plop her behind down right on Edith's face, smothering her in a facesit! "Ya didn't want a limo-smothering, so I told ya I'd smother ya in a safer place like here instead! Hehehe!" Jasmine teased, rubbing her massive, meaty rear all over Edith's face. "I've been doing better in only smothering you in moderation, but you said I didn't have to TOTALLY stop pranking you like this. But don't worry. Not gonna K.O you or anything. I'll get off soon enough, sugarplum. Just muffle and moan down there for Mommy Jasmine in the meantime..."~

[SweetHeart]

Edith had learned, in the course of her friendship with Jasmine, that it was often best to simply let the queen have her bursts of chaotic energy rather than try to contain them. Thus, when Jasmine suddenly leapt up with a loud “Hey! Check this out!” the Hidden Gem merely folded her hands in her lap, fixed her expression into one of long-suffering patience, and allowed the antics to play out. The haystack practically exploded in straw as Jasmine dove in headfirst, disappearing in a cloud of chaff. Edith flinched only slightly at the spray of loose pieces that drifted into her lap, then calmly brushed them away with measured strokes of her fingers.

First one arm popped out of the hay beside her with a thumbs-up, then another on her other side waving. Edith’s eyes followed the displays with subtle amusement, then Jasmine’s head suddenly popped up between her legs with a mischievous “Peek-a-boo!”

The pinkette jumped slighlty, then Edith sighed, rolling her eyes as the woman vanished again into the hay. She straightened her jacket primly, fully expecting her boisterous friend to emerge again in some equally absurd fashion. She did not, however, anticipate the precise fashion of absurd which, if Jasmine had said it, probably would have been called "ass-surd". A looming shadow crossed her, blotting out the sunlight where she sat. Edith’s eyes widened slightly as she glanced upward—only to be met with the rising sight of Jasmine’s plush, curvaceous booty pushing free from the hay. Her mind had barely time to register what she was seeing along with the danger before gravity did its work.

PLOP!

“MMMPHHHHH!” Edith’s muffled yelp rang into the hay as Jasmine came crashing down upon her, cheeks engulfing her face in one swift, overwhelming motion. Her hands immediately shot to the Booty Bomber’s hips, fingers pressing frantically as she tried to shove the massive rear off her smothered features. The hay muffled everything, her cries escaping only as desperate vibrations against the firm, meaty seat now squashing her flat.

Jasmine wiggled into place with a satisfied purr, rolling her hips playfully to grind her weight down as she rubbed her broad backside across Edith’s trapped face in bouncy circles. Edith thrashed beneath her, muffled protests tumbling out in incoherent bursts. “Mmmmphhh! Nnnnnghh-mmpphhhhh! Hhhhnnnmmm!” The pinkette’s elegant composure was nowhere to be found now, her legs kicking against the hay while her hands strained in vain against the domineering weight of Jasmine’s glutes, letting her cheeks spread and sink over Edith’s struggling face with a playful bounce of her hips, jiggling the mass of her rear so that it smacked down and buried Edith even deeper into the hay.

“Mmmphhh! Gghhhnnmmmpphhhhh!” Edith’s muffled cries became more frantic, her hands pressing desperately against Jasmine’s thighs, palms sliding uselessly along the smooth stretch of muscle and fat. The hay did her no favors—its uneven surface only swallowed her further as Jasmine ground her weight down, leaving her flailing legs to kick helplessly in the air with no form of solid ground to save her. Edith’s response to Jasmine's justification of her pranks in moderation was nothing but another burst of muffled indignation, her body arching in protest beneath the smothering weight. The blush spreading across her face—hidden to all but her tormentor—burned hot against Jasmine’s cheeks, like reheating some brownies. Really the only thing that could make this worse was if Honie saw.....which honestly was probably gonna happen any second now.

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While she had just barely held off on giving Edith a smothering in the limousine, Jasmine could no longer contain her smothery desires. So she impulsively chose now to unleash her pent-up smother lust on poor Edith, while they alone together on the haystack! After slamming her big scary butt on Edith's face from behind, Jasmine settled right into a sexy facesit. She purred, hummed, and moaned in pleasure, as she buried her fancy friend deeper and deeper between her thicc glutes. Edith would try to resist by pushing at that posterior, but it would all be in vain. There was no escape from Jasmine's tush. It was simply too wide, large, and heavy for the Hidden Gem, especially when the Booty Bomber started actively bouncing and rubbing her rear down upon her mug!

Furthermore, Miss Una didn't even have the leverage of solid ground here! They were in a haystack. And each grinding motion of Jasmine's wide hips, each bounce of Jasmine's jumbo cake, was pushing Edith deeper and deeper into not just those buttocks, but the haystack itself! Jasmine grew more and more excited, smiling and sticking her tongue out, as she continued to squash the pinkette beneath her bottom. Feeling and seeing Edith blush beneath her only turned the Booty Bomber on even more. "FUDGE YES! Mommy's cake is giving you all this sexy smother-lovin'! MMMMMMM...! Ugh...! AHHHHHHHH... Just a bit more...! Almost there...!"~ Jasmine purred, reminding herself of her promise not to stay on Edith for TOO long, despite part of her wanting this moment to last forever...

But before the Wild Royal could fully commit to getting off herself, an outside force began to pull up Jasmine's body. "Huh...?" She puzzled. By now, Edith's face had been wedged so far up Jasmine's cheeks, that even as Empress Cake was lifted up, Edith's head would stay stuck in there for a second, before getting free with an audible POP! Honie had returned! Jasmine and Edith were just too busy smothering and being smothered respectively to notice. Upon seeing the Mighty Monarch facesitting a clearly struggling Edith, the Heroine of the Beehive had rushed over to pull Jasmine off!

"Jasmine!" Honie snapped, currying the chaotic girl over her brawny shoulder, in a way that left her butt sticking up. "I love smothering as much as the next Booty Empress, but CALM THE BUZZ DOWN."

"I was just about to stop...! Probably..." Jasmine protested, prompting Honie to punish her with a big spank on her tush.

"AH...! Mmmmm... Spank Mommy Jasmine harder, Momma Honie..."~ Hearts practically emitted from Jasmine's head, from the smothering she just dished out and added smack to her bum.

Honie sighed and turned her attention to Edith. "You okay, girl? Sorry. Jazzy's like that sometimes, but I'm sure you knew that already. Haha." Honie would lean down to lift the flustered pinkette up in her other brawny arm. She'd carry Edith the same way she was carrying Jasmine, just over her other shoulder. "Now both of you, come with me. Hot Momma Honie wants to show you want she had to go check on. It's all ready now, and you're gonna buzzing love it!" Honie would walk out of this hay area, and towards their next destination with her friends in tow.

[SweetHeart]

“Mmmphhhhhh!?” Edith’s muffled cry was swallowed whole by the wall of flesh engulfing her. Her hands immediately flew upward, palms pressing desperately at the immense cheeks now sealing her face away from the world. But they refused to budge. Her dainty fingers found no purchase, slipping against the sweat-slicked curves of Jasmine’s rear. Each push only buried her deeper, like her struggles were encouragement instead of resistance. “Hhhhnnnnnfffhh! Ghhhmmphhhhhh!” Her hands slapped harder at Jasmine’s thighs now, weak pushes that barely dented the rolling flesh. She tried twisting her head side to side, but it only rubbed her cheeks deeper into the suffocating press. The smell of hay mingled with the faint, dizzying sweetness of Jasmine’s sweat, invading her senses. Every grind of Jasmine’s hips rolled Edith’s head side to side, her vision flashing with sparks. The pinkette’s cheeks burned crimson,her hands pushed harder, her arms trembling with the effort, but Jasmine’s size and weight made it laughable—like a butterfly trying to shove a boulder away.

“Mmmhh! Mmmpphhh! Hhhmmmphhh!” Edith’s muffled cries were pitiful, swallowed by flesh and hay alike as Jasmine bounced once, twice, grinding her deeper, her eyes fluttering shut as black edges crept into her vision. Her muffled cries grew faint, her arms trembling weaker and weaker as the enormous pressure pinned her, but Just before she slipped under entirely, the weight shifted. Air. Light. A wet pop rang in her ears as her face tore free from the cheeks that had imprisoned it. Edith gasped violently as Honie pulled of Jasmine, every ragged breath clawing back a shred of life.

She slumped into the hay, her arms falling limply at her sides. Sweat streaked her brow as dust from the hay was stuck to her sweaty skin, eyelids fluttering half-shut, still tasting the oppressive heat Jasmine's juicy cake had forced upon her, lungs aching as if she’d surfaced from drowning. One hand lifted just enough to wipe her face, smearing away a mixture of sweat and embarrassment. Her disheveled pink hair stuck out in wild tangles, her ribbon loose and dangling pitifully.

Yet even in her haze, Edith realized one truth with clarity: if Honie hadn’t pulled Jasmine off, she might truly have blacked out. She closed her eyes for a moment, whispering a faint, breathless, “Thank heavens…” Her gratitude greatly sincere even if she was too tired to be loud about it. When Honie's big arms scooped her up, Edith didn’t resist. Too weak to stand, she let her head rest against Honie’s shoulder, still drawing in greedy gulps of clean air. She murmured a, “Th-thank you…” before covering her damp, flushed face with one hand, as if to hide the ruin of her composure while being carried away.