ViVi's condescension: Double Trouble for One Kiss

[Hagen-Autem]

ViVi had settled quite well on the chest of the tanned luchadora, her backside nestled against that enormous bust. However, the shower of cheers didn’t last long. Just as she was preparing to turn the girl over for something even more blush-inducing, Red Star Mask arched her body upwards, sending ViVi’s backside flying off her chest. Ruining ViVi's plans.

“All right, let’s see if that cute little mask can blush-AAAH!!”

The pinkette let out an adorable scream as she spun around and fell flat on her back against the mat. She lay there, her back arching upwards as she tried to brace herself against the pain and soothe the ache. However, just as she attempted to recover, the other luchadora launched herself from the top rope, crashing down onto ViVi’s chest.

The blonde’s leg slammed into her body, bringing her full weight over ViVi's chest from the top rope and pinning her against the mat.

“Guegh!”

The pinkette’s legs shot upwards before dropping back onto the canvas, whilst her head jerked up and her eyes widened from the impact that had knocked the wind out of her.

ViVi was left dazed beneath the weight of that perverted luchadora. Her legs scraped against the canvas as she struggled to adjust her position and roll over, but she couldn’t. She was trapped beneath that broad, heavy, and annoyingly pretty leg. It was a startling demonstration of the kind of luchadoras who had challenged her, and this wasn’t what ViVi had signed up for.

ViVi S. Valentine wasn’t exactly a durable wrestler. Taking a dropkick was always risky for her, especially from someone as big as that blonde. A dropkick from the top rope was the sort of impact that could leave her completely incapacitated, thwarting any plans he might have had against these two Supersentai girls.

So it could be terrible for her brand, and she couldn't let that happen. She had to fix it. And she started by telling that pervert what to do now.

One of her hands clutched at the bombshell’s silky skin, trying to push her away.
“Ggh… get off me,” she grumbled, squeezing her eyes shut as tightly as she could. “You’re way too heavy.” After uttering those words, her head fell back against the canvas.

[APimpNamedSlickback]

Sandy grinned mischievously at ViVi's complaints, choosing to ignore them completely. Instead, she leaned in closer, pressing her voluptuous body flush against the pinkette's much smaller frame. Their chests mashed together as Sandy ground her hips slowly, sensually, relishing the friction between their bodies.

"You know...you feel kinda nice under me like this..." Sandy purred huskily, her hands roaming to find the pinkette's wrists. Finding them, Sandy proceeds to pin the girl underneath her.

Meanwhile, Wendy side-eyed the erotic spectacle, equal parts annoyed and aroused. Damnit Sandy!

Ignoring that, she took the opportunity to climb up the turnbuckles while Sandy takes Vivi's attention of her. Dumb she may be, Sandy is pretty good in distractions.

[Hagen-Autem]

ViVi let out a gasp when the luchadora obliged her and slid her heavy leg off her chest. She almost allowed herself the luxury of stretching out on the canvas and catching her breath in complete comfort. However, the blonde luchadora hadn’t moved away from her; she had simply changed position. First, she lay on top of ViVi, whilst ViVi shook her head at what was being done to her. Then, she let her large breasts fall onto ViVi’s small cups, making the hostess’s bust disappear beneath her own.

Hah! W-what are you doing?!"
ViVi protested, as though it weren’t obvious what the blonde was up to.

Sandy pressed on, reaching for ViVi’s wrists to pin them against the canvas and perhaps slide her large breasts over ViVi’s. That would be a tremendous affront to the pinkette. It was bad enough that people were already paying more attention to this pair than to her; the last thing she needed was for them to rub their advantages in her face as well. Perhaps, if the blonde luchadora tried to push her cleavage right up to ViVi’s nose, brushing her skin against ViVi’s face, it would send the spectators into a frenzy and make them root for the pair of masked heroines. Though by that point, ViVi might well have had enough.

"Enough!"
With that command, one of her legs would shoot up in an attempt to drive a knee straight into that perverted blonde’s crotch.
"Don’t humiliate me like that!"
ViVi followed up with a second knee strike aimed at the same crotch.

Spoiler

Her legs might have been slender, but her thighs and hips were strong, befitting a woman who bore the title of Queen. If her strikes worked, ViVi would try to seize the opportunity to make some further headway: she would bring her hands together against the centre of the blonde luchadora’s chest and push, attempting to force her away and slip out from underneath her.