Dueling a Lioness: Momoi Satsuki vs Leonie Bowen

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Momoi's attempt at outmaneuvering Leonie went about as well as could have been reasonably expected. Her head was still in Leonie's arm, but the farmgirl wasn't really able to do too much with it. She was kind of trying to push Momoi's head down into her chest, but the pinkette's breathing was not impaired by the attempt.

What's more, Momoi was successful in getting on top of Leonie, something which she now needed to try working towards a concrete gain. And Leonie gave her just the opportunity. She realized that her grip on Momoi's head wasn't doing to much for her, so she released it to try transitioning to something else, another grip most likely.

But Leonie's transition was too slow, giving Momoi plenty of time to react with a reversal. As Leonie tried to switch from an under hook to an over hook, Momoi grabbed her wrist. She obviously didn't have the strength to force it down for a pin attempt, but the control and new freedom of movement for her upper body were quite nice.

With those new perks, Momoi would throw her body forward, landing right on top of Leonie's face with her chest if all went to plan. Then, using the slight stun Leonie would experience when Momoi's hefty F cups hit her in the face, the pinkette would hook her legs around Leonie's and combo her breast smother with a grapevine. From there, Momoi would attempt to pin down Leonie's arms for the win. Again, Leonie could likely stop her, but it would still be one more thing she had to deal with on top of what she would already be trapped in. And if Leonie slipped up, who knew?

[FreestylePoet]

Without a strong grasp of the technical side of fighting, Leonie's attempted transition of her grip into an overhook was doomed to fail. Her arm was stopped in its tracks, and a moment later, Momoi leaned forward to stuff her chest right into the Lioness's face!

"Mm! Bwah..." Leonie sputtered and gasped as her opponent's sizable breasts battered into her face! Regrettably, the sensation was actually kinda nice. It was just that Leonie didn't wanna lose to it. "Dammit, save that for after if you want!" Leonie whined humorously into the smooth skin.

First on the agenda was getting rid of Momoi's grasp on her arms. Pinning down was much easier on the muscles than was pulling away, but Leonie's farm-worked biceps and triceps could more than make up the difference. Still, even though she was able to free her arms, doing anything with them was another thing entirely. Every time she pushed down on the mat to try for some leverage, Momoi's hands would be right there, scrabbling at her stilled wrists! Leonie would pull away, of course, and the cycle would be back on. Frankly, it looked more like a catfight than an actual wrestling match -- not that those things differed too much in LAW.

After a point, Leonie decided that it was more worthwhile trying something new rather than the same thing over and over again. So she let Momoi pin her arms done once more. And instead bridged up powerfully! Hers was not the standard bridge of a wrestler. No, it was more like the furious bucking of a raging bull, fueled by nothing but pure washboard abs! She thrusted at the air once, twice, thrice, all in an amateurishly powerful attempt to unbalance the marauding pinkette!

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As Momoi expected, she couldn't pin down Leonie's arms, but the pinkette was able to take enough of the farmgirl's focus with it that her suffocating breast smother and leg straining grapevine were able to continue uncontested. Momoi heard Leonie say something from beneath her breasts, but her majestic melons muffled her too much for her to be understood.

Eventually, Leonie came to realize and accept that the only thing she was accomplishing was losing more and more air, so she switched tactics. Leonie allowed Momoi to pin her so she could focus single-mindedly on forcing the analyst off of her entirely. Momoi was happy to accept this change, pinning down Leonie's shoulders as she began to fight to stay on top of her.

ONE

Leonie's plan was simple enough for Momoi to understand. She was driving her strong hips and stomach up into Momoi's softer, weaker body to try and throw Momoi's lower body off of her own, and then complete escape would be simple from there. But Leonie had missed one crucial, match losing detail, that allowed Momoi to stuff her first drive, and would allow her to keep denying her until the end of the count.

TWO

The thing was, when Momoi locked Leonie into her grapevine, she had effectively tied her lower body to Leonie's. So even when Momoi's hips, belly, and thighs were pushed into the air, the grapevine made sure Leonie stayed trapped, and that Momoi came back down right where she came off, right on top of Leonie. Her subsequent thrust produced similar results.

THRE-

"Nah," Momoi said, cutting off the ref by releasing her own pin and pulling her chest off of Leonie's face. "I'm enjoying myself too much to end this so quickly. But just know that you couldn't have stopped the three count if I didn't get off." Momoi knew she could get away with this. She had been grappling with Leonie enough to know that while there was a real gap in strength, it was not nearly wide enough to compensate for Leonie's deficiencies in her skill and technique. Even if Momoi got caught, she would last long enough to turn it back around.

Momoi shifted her body back a bit, this time dropping her breasts atop Leonie's own pair, and held her arms just off the mat by her biceps. A clever little trick that would hamper Leonie's ability to pull free while still restricting her arm's mobility. Then Momoi would simply focus on her grapevine, stretching apart Leonie's legs as much as possible, continuing to strain her groin and thighs. "Let's see what you have for me now, Ms. Muscle Girl."

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Some day, maybe Leonie would learn that strength couldn't get her out of every bad spot. Unfortunately, that day was not today. Despite Momoi's solid lock on her lower half, Leonie still tried in vain to power her way through the hold. Her core clenched, and her back flexed hard as she shot herself up -- only to be stuffed by Momoi's grasp around her legs!

ONE!

Another thrust. All she needed to do was get free! Then she could, like, rain down a bunch of punches on Momoi's pink head!

TWO!

One last desperate pump of her hips, because dammit, if she couldn't get free, she was about to lose in quick and humiliating fashion!

THRE-

NO!

"Nah."

"Bweh.. Wh-What...?" Only, she didn't lose. Because, for some reason, Momoi had released the pin and lifted her heavy breasts from Leonie's face. And then, apparently, saw fit to lord it over her? "Rrgh!" she squirmed once more, flexing her muscles, only to be stopped once more by Momoi's deft control of limbs and gravity alike. "Dammit! What are you do-YEEARGH...!" And then her legs and groin started to stretch!

It was then that Leonie -- finally -- had an idea. She couldn't resist Momoi's superior position for long enough to escape. Nor did she remember her lessons on how to do a basic grapevine escape (something about flicking a leg and sliding something...?) But who said she had to do either of those things? She wasn't as flexible as Brooke or even Julie, and even Leonie herself didn't have infinite muscular stamina. But she had a lot of grit, and that was what mattered.

And she tried to weaponize that grit in a way that only a training addict like Leonie could -- by exercising! "Hoof... whoof... Hrgh!" While squeezing her legs together to try and resist the grapevine, she tried to power her legs up off the mat, as if doing a weighted leg-raise! If successful, the adapted core exercise would gradually reduce Momoi's leverage, as most wrestlers likely weren't used to having their legs above their back. Heck, if it worked like a damn charm, the move might even start to reverse the hold by putting some strain on Momoi's lower back!

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Momoi set down a challenge for Leonie once she released her pin. As she lay on top of the farmgirl, chest to chest, stretching her legs apart in a grapevine and a controlling grip on her arms. Momoi wanted to see what resistance Leonie could try to mount against her. Leonie would most certainly try at the very least, it only remained to see what she could actually do.

Momoi felt her legs getting pushed up. Leonie was trying to lift her legs up and reverse the pressure onto Momoi. But considering this, and some other choices Leonie had made earlier in the match, Momoi figured that the farmgirl likely didn't do too well in middle school science, considering she seemed to lack understanding of concepts like leverage and gravity.

It was Leonie pushing up against Momoi pushing down, so naturally, Momoi was able to win and keep Leonie's legs down to the ground. "You know that pushing up against and immobile weight isn't anything like having something actively pushing back down against you, right Leonie?" Momoi said from her position directly over Leonie's face. "You're stronger than me, sure. But you gotta have some idea for how to actually use it to win." As a bit of a tease, Momoi rubbed her chest down into Leonie's as she kept stretching her in the grapevine.

Then Momoi decided she wanted to follow up on that. For as much of a sport head as she was, Momoi was still very womanly. She wasn't only comfortable with being seductive and playful, but rather she enjoyed it. And she wanted to see how a tomboy farmgirl like Leonie would respond to a bit of her fun. In addition to her chest, Momoi would also start rubbing her hips and belly back and forth on Leonie's. And since Leonie couldn't really stop Momoi unless she flexed more strength to escape than she had been, Momoi would even reach her head down and plant a kiss right on Leonie's lips, and then give her a wink after pulling away.

[FreestylePoet]

One more attempt at escape, and one more stuff. While the amount of raw force that Momoi generated wasn't near Leonie's limit for weighted leg lifts, her freedom and control of their relative positions gave Momoi enough of an advantage to easily fend Leonie off. Perhaps with a more unaware opponent or a quicker muster of strength from Leonie, her escape attempt would have worked. But neither had come to her tonight.

"Don't... rrgh... underestimate me!" She growled back at her captor, though her words must have seemed rather pointless given how long they'd been in this spot. "I swear, when I get out, I'll -- mmm?" Suddenly, she was cut off in her taunts by her opponent's own mouth!

Frankly, Leonie was new to a womanly touch, having only really started to consider it a possibility a few years ago, when she moved to the big city for college. That didn't mean she couldn't appreciate it, though. Quite the opposite, actually -- Leonie's body was quite receptive to Momoi's grinding and kissing. "Mmm...~" Reflexively, she pushed her taut body flush against the pinkette's, reveling in the contact. When they broke apart, Leonie's eyes fluttered open.

"H-Hey..." She muttered cutely, suddenly cowed into an uncharacteristic bashfulness as her face started to shine red. Leonie bit at her lip as her eyes flickered down to Momoi's. "I didn't know we were doing that..." Brief though it was, the kiss had left her breathless, and even though her mind still kept her stamina-laden legs flexed, Momoi would be able to feel a very slight slackening within them.

Still, her expression begged for more, even if her words were more shy. But if Momoi obliged... That was when Leonie would strike! If her opponent leaned in for another kiss or some other up-close-and-personal taunt, Leonie would rush to meet her -- forehead to forehead! The deception wasn't intentional, but it was born out of bullheaded opportunism!

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Momoi's little stunt was born out of both a desire to display her dominance, and a sense of curiosity at how Leonie would respond. Momoi found herself satisfied on both fronts, having now asserted herself even further over Leonie, while also getting quite the interesting reaction out of the tomboy. A red, flushed face, and a weakening in her legs.

"What can I say? I like to have some spice in my matches," Momoi said as she began to lean her head down again. But if Leonie was expecting another kiss, she would be painfully mistaken. "But this is still a wrestling match." Momoi would pull her head back and instead meet Leonie's lips with her fist, having released of of the farmgirl's arms to drive her head into the mat with a punch.

Momoi hadn't been planning on it, but Leonie had tried to meet her head with a headbutt of her own. That would sadly only make the blow worse for Leonie since she was moving directly into it. Momoi would finally release her grapevine, but made sure Leonie's legs stayed spread apart as part of the set up for her next hold. Which Momoi began to implement as she got behind Leonie and sat her up.

Momoi stepped over Leonie's left shoulder and stuck her foot in the crook of her knee, and pulled the leg out to keep it locked in place. Momoi then stepped forward with with right leg as she leaned over, positioning the back of Leonie's head between Momoi's legs, with the pinkette using the power of her thighs to push down on Leonie's neck.

As Momoi leaned over, she would grab Leonie's right leg, before coming back up, pulling the farmgirl's leg straight up into the air with her foot pointed at the ceiling. If Momoi was successful, she will have locked Leonie into a leg stepover hold, a submission that was as nasty and painful to be in as it was erotic and sexy to witness.

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Truth be told, the kiss was quite nice. Leonie gladly would have reciprocated another one had Momoi offered it -- and had they not been in a match. As it stood, though, she decided to attempt a headbutt rather than accept a journey into an extended makeout session. Unfortunately, Momoi wasn't quite into that idea either, at least judging by the fist that Leonie ran herself into!

"Gyuh!" Leonie grunted as she flopped back onto the canvas, only secondarily noticing the release of Momoi's grapevine. Then, she felt herself being sat up and, soon after, climbed upon. One leg was stretched out, then the other! And eventually --

"Wha -- what the hell even is this?"

...Eventually, something happened that she couldn't really describe. Her cheeks were being squished in a suffocating way between Momoi's thighs, and both her thighs were burning with the testing agony of a toe-touch that went too far! Not only that, but her crotch was spread wide open, with her tight black spats being the only thing keeping the cheering audience from a view of this sunflower's pulled petals!

"Hrrr!"

After a few brief squirms, Leonie realized the true nefariousness of this hold: If she leaned right to contest Momoi's grasp on that leg, it would pull her thigh muscles even further beyond their limit! But if she chose to attack the less-defended of Momoi's sides, then it would be her left leg that threatened to tear itself apart!

Instead, Leonie had to figure something out that didn't require her to move to one side or the other. With that in mind, she balled her fists together, white-knuckled with indignance at being treated like this throughout the match. And then swung both arms up as if holding a kettlebell! The result, if she landed the blow: A double-hammerfist, right to Momoi's exposed belly!

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"It's a leg stepover hold, Leonie," responded Momoi to Leonie's question. "Though I will admit that the name is a bit drab, even if it is accurate," she continued. "I'm considering adding this to my signature moves just so I can give it a rename. What do you think of 'Full Body Press?' Momoi asked.

But of course, Leonie was her for a wrestling match, not a survey. Momoi saw her fists charging up, and prepared to block the blow with her elbow if it came for her stomach. Leonie's fists did do just that, so Momoi shifted her arm a bit to make sure they didn't get through to her belly. The double fisted punch stung Momoi's arm a bit, but her hold wasn't disrupted.

"Not a bad try, but I'm afraid my stomach isn't as exposed as you were probably hoping," said Momoi. The leg stepover hold really was quite the technique, and Momoi was quite fond of it. Both of the victim's hands were left free and within range of the attacker, but with proper execution, the hold managed to protect itself.

The combined horizontal and vertical stretching of the victim's legs made any escape that required movement to one side or the other incredibly painful, and combine with a good solid stance, nearly impossible. And as had just been demonstrated, an upwards attack on the stomach was turned away by the ever so convenient placement that Momoi's arm naturally fell into with the hold.

Now it was time for Momoi to get nefarious with her hold. With Leonie's leg already pulled up, Momoi could simply hook one arm around her heel to keep the leg where it was. Then with her other hand, she would begin tickling the exposed sole of Leonie's foot. While a simple humiliation tactic on the surface, it's true purpose was for pain. By forcing Leonie to laugh, her body would bounce up and then get forced back down by Momoi's hold. And then every time Leonie's head came up between Momoi's legs, it would compress her neck, putting quite the burden on her.

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Leonie's strike proved to only be a glancing blow, and Momoi's response came quickly. The orange-haired college student felt Momoi's arm wrap around her foot. And a split second later...

"Heh... Haha.. HAHAHA -- GYAAHAHA, NO, PLEEEAHAHA!" She was forced to laugh, as Momoi started to tickle her sole! The move jostled Leonie around, putting pressure on her neck, back, and thighs due to the exposing hold that she was in. Her face went red, both from the forcible use of oxygen as well as the embarrassment of her position. And even though she was laughing, the Lioness was stewing in her indignation. She needed to escape this hold and at least put up some semblance of offense, or this loss would be extra humiliating.

The problem was that her right leg was now even more trapped than before. However, Momoi's focus appeared to be wholly on that side. A surprise attack on the left might be able to win her freedom.

The only question was how -- and Leonie had an idea. If a swift kick at the back of a standing person's knee could buckle them, then it was obvious that any force applied there could do the same, if it was strong enough. And if there was anything that Leonie was, even in a match like this, it was strong. Desperately, she clasped her hands in the crook of Momoi's knee, still quaking with forced laughter. Then, she pushed and leaned forward, bringing as much of her weight and prodigious strength as she could to bear on the back of that supporting joint!

The effort would strain at Leonie's own left thigh, and the more she pushed, the more that her own muscles would burn. But it didn't matter if she pulled or strained or even tore her hamstring. Leonie had felt as if she'd spent this match doing nothing but taking hit after hit, hold after hold. It was time to push herself into a position where she could give as good as she got.