A Ginger and a Parakeet - Audrey Trovita [D] versus Mami "Parakeet" Okabe

[Ichi]

     The sudden forward explosion met less resistance than anticipated, causing Mami to stumble on her first step. But her deeply ingrained kinesthetic instincts promptly kicked in, allowing Mami to regain her balance and create distance. She made her way to the ropes on light feet, with traces of her residual wetness dripping into the mats as she glided.
     A quick, well-timed pivot put her back to the ropes, and a subtle overhook on the top rope allowed the blonde-haired cutie to offload some of her weight. She took deep breaths, her chest heaving each time. Her legs—or rather, her entire body—felt weak yet eager, still half-somnolent from her previous orgasm. But the physical drowsiness and satiation was fleeting, transient sensation. A twitchy feeling supplanted the lethargy. Within moments, Mami was standing on her own, albeit on shaky legs.
     Audrey's words came a moment later, offering Mami an out. Mami gave a slight smile, followed by a subtle, refusing shake of her head. She was no mind reader, but she felt that the offer had come from a place of mercy and compassion rather than malice.
     The blonde-haired cutie took a step forward with her left leg, this time with more steadiness. She shifted her weight to the balls of her feet, and her hands raised to chest level. It was a facsimile of a fighting stance, one gleaned from simply being around her more martially oriented friends.
     Once settled, Mami gave a small nod before steadying her breathing to slow her heart rate. She began to move along the ropes and towards one of the corners, making sure to keep facing towards Audrey as she did so.
     The ceding of space was meant as an implicit invitation for Audrey to advance. A concession of initiative. Mami was not giving up, however—far from it. She intended to counter should Audrey advance. Her mind was fuzzily planning her next move, with images of potential moves dancing just below the boundary of conscious and unconscious thought. Perhaps some sort of takedown if her opponent rushed in immediately, before she could get to the corner. Or maybe, if she reached the corner, she could use her footwork to reverse positions, putting the redhead in the corner.
     Yet, regardless of how she got there, Mami wanted to be in a position where she could attack the breasts: a known weak spot. The blonde-haired cutie figure that would be her only chance to win—if she did not capitalize, she was sure to be overpowered.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

The response Audrey got to her offer from the idol did not involve words. Mami shifted into what could generously be called a fighting stance, her fists balled up weakly in front of her. Audrey's mouth set into a firm line; she had to admire the spirit, but she had really been hoping to not have to torment her any longer than necessary. But Mami's positioning could only mean that she wasn't willing to give up just yet, for whatever reason - maybe she secretly enjoyed it? Regardless, Audrey was going to have to finish this the old fashioned way. Maybe it was time to strip her entirely; that was well within the bounds of what she was allowed, and the idol had proven far more stubborn than Audrey had anticipated.

Mami began moving, dripping as she did so, towards the corner. What was her angle? She had to be rather weakened by the climax she'd just been put through, so she couldn't possibly be thinking offense... could she? Not on her own, anyway... perhaps she wanted Audrey to charge in and she'd leap out of the way so Audrey would collide with the turnbuckles, or something to that effect.

Well... nothing to do but take the bait, she supposed. Audrey began to casually, but confidently, walk towards her, angling her approach so that Mami couldn't simply speed up and get around her; no, the redhead was going to trap the parakeet in the corner. One she got a grip on her, she'd drag her to the center of the ring and lock in some hold or another. A nice ceiling hold, perhaps; that would show off her handiwork nicely. Or maybe an easy abdominal stretch, all the better to reach and remove her cute little top.

"Hate to do this to ya," she said, her voice carrying a hint of genuine remorse. "But you can't say I didn't offer mercy. This match has to end sooner or later, and at this point there's only one way that will be happening. You quite literally have forced my hand."

Whatever she ended up doing, it hinged on actually snaring the idol first. So as Audrey approached, she was ready to pounce; should Mami try to shuffle to one side or another, she'd not succeed there. The redhead reached out an arm once she was within range, trying to clamp her clutches around the idol's upper arm, with the intent of following it up with a surprise knee to the gut.

[Ichi]

     Mami watched as Audrey slowly closed the distance. Seeing Audrey approach in a controlled manner sans haste was mildly disappointing as Mami was hoping for something more committed—hardly any skin off her back though. The blonde-haired cutie simply stood firm, muscles at the ready and breathing steady.
     Then came Audrey's words: statements of reality tinged with slight remorse. A slight smile crept on Mami's lips, a tacit acknowledgement of Audrey's compassion—Mami knew that if the roles were reversed, she would feel similarly.
     "I signed up for this," voiced Mami, her weight shifting onto her rear right leg. She willed her eyes to vaguely gravitate towards the spot where neck met body, both as a conscious effort to not telegraph her intended direction and as a general means of keeping Audrey in her sight. Her own breathing served as a reminder to keep her muscles loose, yet the blonde-haired cutie could not help but let a little tension encroach nonetheless.
     The moment Audrey got sufficiently close, Mami pushed off with her rear right leg, initiating a lunge to her left. But the outstretched arm of her opponent stymied her movement, preventing her from maneuvering around. A spear-like knee followed, piercing into her tummy off-center and to her right. The force knotted her insides at the site of impact, drawing out both a wince and a noise that lay between a whimper and a squeal. Her core collapsed in on itself, causing the blonde-haired cutie to bend over.
     Isolated tears fell from the former idol's eyes as the muscles in her legs lost their efficacy. Her knees started to buckle, and every sinew of her body felt impelled towards a fetal position. Yet, even through the stabbing agony, Mami knew that would leave her in a terrible position. Mind clashed with protective reflex. Expelling the last of her air in a hiss, Mami would gather what little strength she could to propel herself forward. She would try to wrap her arms around Audrey's waist to couple them together. And, since her legs were unable to effect much meaningful force, Mami would try to use her mass in conjunction with gravity in an attempt to drag Audrey down to the mat!

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

For all Audrey's words, Mami wasn't backing down. *"I signed up for this," she'd said. And that was certainly true; though, given how easily she'd been worked over tonight, it was a little puzzling as to why. But Audrey shrugged it off; at this point, it mattered little. At best it was a curiosity for after the bell.

If nothing else, she did play her role well. Audrey had expected her to be wound up like a spring, ready to bounce and dart away in an instant. But at a glance, she actually looked rather relaxed. The only reason the redhead could come up with for her odd behavior was that perhaps she'd simply accepted that she wasn't going to come away victorious and had resigned herself to whatever was coming.

But no - there she goes. Less like a spring, more like a cornered cat - but Audrey had anticipated this, and had planned her approach accordingly. It was difficult maintaining a steady, balanced approach, but it had worked, Audrey barely able to snare the idol before she slipped completely out of reach. With her target secured, the redhead shot a knee quickly upwards. It connected, not quite where Audrey would have wanted, but it would do.

Mami started to go down, hunched over from the impact. And as Audrey began to plot her follow-up, Mami lunged.

"Huh?"

Their bodies collided, the idol's arms wrapping around the redhead's waist, and the pair spilled to the mat. Mami landed atop Audrey, driving the air out of the redhead's lungs with a wheeze. She'd attempted to brace herself by throwing her elbows behind her, but not only did that simply injure her arms, but it didn't stop the back of her skull from ramming into the mat.

For a brief moment, Audrey's vision went black. It was back after a blink or two, but far more blurry. Her gut ached, and Mami's weight was pressing down in an awkward spot. All in all, the redhead was dazed for the moment, though she wouldn't be for too much longer.

[Ichi]

     The impact of two bodies hitting the mat jolted Mami, causing her eyes to instinctively slam shut. Her eyelids painted her vision black, leaving the twisting, rending sensation in her torso to preponderate in her senses. Sputters and gasps escaped from the blonde-haired cutie's mouth, and the soft parts of her torso seemed to tense and spasm. She tried to draw breaths, but her lungs refused to expand fully.
     But, despite her pain, Mami could sense an opportunity—the lack of movement from Audrey underneath her and the vague sense that Audrey had taken a hard fall clued her in. Knowing that her window was limited, a sense of urgency overtook her. She took a deep breath, overriding her muscles' impetus to collapse. Rubber sole met canvas as Mami engaged her feet and legs, forcing herself to slide up Audrey's body.
     The maneuver would leave the blonde-haired cutie partly lying across Audrey, slightly to the left and with shoulders at upper tummy level. Her weapons were in place, poised to attack their targets. Yet, even though Mami knew what these sorts of matches inherently entailed, hesitation delayed her initiative by a half-beat: the act of taking advantage of an opponent's weakness was hardly even an acquaintance to her.
     Steeling herself, Mami would attempt to reach her right arm across the body underneath her and latch onto Audrey's left breast, palm resting on the softness while her index and middle fingers squeezed the nipple. Her hand would move in a coordinated fashion, squishing the breast in an undulating fashion while massaging both the nipple and areola. Simultaneously, she would attempt to latch her lips onto Audrey's right breast and begin sucking on the nipple. From observation, Mami knew that Audrey's breasts were exceedingly sensitive—the perfect weak points to go after, and likely her only path to victory.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

The back of Audrey's head hit the mat hard, a result of Mami's attack taking her by surprise and as such, being unprepared for it. This left her momentarily stunned as she lay there, trying to blink away the rapidly developing headache, resting the back of her hand against her forehead. There was a weight on her legs, but Audrey paid it no mind while her attention was focused on dulling the ache in her skull.

...Until that weight began to shift. Audrey lifted her head - receiving a spike of pain down her spine for her trouble and preventing her from sitting up entirely - and noticed Mami crawling upwards. What was she up to? She'd taken Audrey down purely on surprise factor and a bit of luck... was she attempting to go for a pin?

Wait, no, that couldn't be right... Audrey couldn't remember why - too many things to think about at once while dealing with a headache - but she had some underlying gut feeling that Mami was not trying to pin her. At least, not for the pin's sake. But then, what...?

"Ugghhhhnn??"

A blush formed on Audrey's cheeks to accompany the confused moan of pleasure that she was not prepared to suppress as she felt a sudden pressure on her breast. Mami's hand - for that's the only thing it could be - reached immediately for her nipple, and Audrey began to instantly squirm in earnest, her back arching without even thinking and drawing a gasp from her lips.

And that sensation intensified further as Mami pulled aside Audrey's top and claimed her other nipple, this time not with fingers, but with her lips. The redhead's back arched further, her gasps and moans quickly becoming more frequent. Her legs kicked, shoes scraping the mat, but Mami's weight was in the right spot to keep the redhead from successfully pushing herself away. It was a pin, of sorts... but one designed to hold her in place for another attack.

"H-hey! Nnnhh... what d-do you -ngh...- think you're...?"

Audrey's body quickly heated up, cutting her off mid-sentence; she had not expected this kind of offense - or any offense, really - from Mami, and the intimate nature of it had Audrey struggling to figure out how to fight back. Instincts had her hand pushing on Mami's head, trying to shove her lips off of her nipple, but she was uncoordinated and her hands kept slipping through the idol's hair. Audrey had to think quickly; if this kept up, it wouldn't take long for her body to overheat.

[Ichi]

     The roar of the crowd coalesced into a rumbling crescendo, the pressure of which strained Mami's eardrums. Her eyes scrunched shut at the escalating noise, once again cutting off her vision and releasing a few tear droplets onto her opponent's bare flesh. All the while, the blonde-haired cutie's tongue continued to frenetically lap at the protruding softness of Audrey's right nipple as her right hand palmed the fullness of her redheaded opponent's left breast.
     A pressing hand tried to repeatedly find purchase against Mami's head, only for it to slip through the idol's golden hair. At first, she resisted, using her body and neck muscles to maintain her lips' connection. But, even though her opponent's framing was limited in its efficacy, she could still feel her structure give way. Maintaining her position was a hopeless battle, but the war was far from hopeless—a realization that bubbled beneath the surface of Mami's conscious mind, even amidst the struggle.
     Mami shifted, riding the force of Audrey's push and yielding a spurious concession. Yet, what appeared to be a momentary victory for the redhead was instead an instinctive repositioning meant to open up a second front. Proprioception guided the blonde-haired cutie's movement, her left hand swiftly replacing her right hand on her opponent's breast as she dropped her weight further over the body underneath. The palm of her right would glide down Audrey's bare abs, fingers aiming to slip underneath her panties. If that was successful, Mami would attempt to slip her index finger inside Audrey's sex and find her clit with her thumb. From there, Mami would start moving the digits in tandem, massaging Audrey's clit and using curling motions with her index finger to bring the redhead to climax!

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Audrey almost couldn't believe what was happening. She'd had Mami under control all night, with hardly any resistance. The poor idol was so far outclassed, it was a wonder she'd even been allowed to fight. Audrey was no champion, but for all the skill Mami had showed up to this point, Audrey could have been a true lightweight division contender to an uninformed observer. Her debut couldn't have gone much better! All it was missing was the W on her record.

And yet, within the span of minutes, her control of the situation evaporated. Audrey had gone from cocky, confident, and even feeling sorry for the idol opposite her, to a blushing, moaning, frantic hot mess of a woman. Whether by accident or by design, Mami's tease of Audrey's breasts caught her completely off guard, and Mami had the awareness to jump on the sudden revelation of the redhead's weakness.

Had she been in a proper state of mind, Audrey might have been concerned that Mami was apparently leaking tears onto her flesh. As it was, her chest was too wet from Mami's lips and tongue (and her brain too addled) to tell the difference. And that wasn't the only part of her that was damp...

For a brief moment, the pleasurable sensations disappeared, and Audrey flopped onto her back in relief. She wasn't sure how she managed to hold that off, but-

Her thoughts were quickly cut off, her reprieve short-lived as Mami repositioned, recapturing Audrey's breast in her failure to put up a defense while she had the opportunity. Worse yet, Mami's weight pressed harder down on her, reaffirming her position and thus making it more difficult for Audrey to squirm free - if she could clear her mind long enough to plot exactly how she was supposed to do that!

But that plan was not meant to be. The pressure on her breast was too much to ignore, and the distraction allowed Mami to slip her fingers between Audrey's wet legs and right inside! The redhead gasped and spasmed quite involuntarily, her own hand reaching down to clutch at Mami's wrist, but without any conscious thought on her part.

"Ghhh.... nnnnnaaaahhh!"

Teased now from multiple sensitive points of her body, Audrey's eyes squeezed shut as she moaned, her willpower quickly failing as her body betrayed her. Her legs kicked weakly, shoes scraping the mat but without enough traction to move her or offer any leverage. A deep red blush had formed on her cheeks, a combination of the overwhelming heat building up inside her body, and the shame of having the tables turned and now being the one humbled in front of the audience.

And it wouldn't take long after that for the redhead to burst. The crowd popped less than a second after Audrey did, a chorus of cheers and jeers that made Audrey's ears ring. Her back arched, as much as she could with Mami atop her, and she threw her head back with a wail, fingers on her free hand clenching into a fist, while her other squeezed Mami's wrist like a vice. Her legs continued to convulse, now with even less intent than before.

Whether she meant to or not, Mami did not stop, even as Audrey's explosion soaked her fingers. Audrey's body began to flail, spasming legs kicking the air and her free fist swinging at her side, occasionally thumping the mat. She began to hyperventilate - internally, she was panicking. She had already been stimulated to the point of release, but the stimulation just kept coming - Mami's fingers just kept pumping and curling, her hand closing on Audrey's breast as the redhead's body remained arched upwards into the touch.

As Audrey's wails turned to whimpering screams, she realized she couldn't take any more. Her fist uncurled, palm slapping the mat repeatedly - but hastily and sloppily, too. Half the time it was just her fingertips or just her palm, or even just the side! But she wasn't aware enough to correct herself, her head consumed by arousal, only in the back of her mind hoping someone would stop the unrelenting pleasure!