To Hex a Yōkai: Chie Akiyama vs Aura Hex

[Misfit_Alien]

"Well, at least you're aware to pace yourself...we wouldn't want you getting full so soon and spoiling your appetite for later~..." Chie responded, trying to keep it cool as Aura laid it on thick, every motion riling up the kitsune woman. The hip rolling, the chest dips, the breathing, the rocking, even the hum of every syllable that spilled from her lips with that Irish accent...it was all becoming too much. "N-now now...There's no need to concern yourself with where my priorities are...I've got my eyes on the prize, and may I say...'she' looks absolutely divine this evening~..." She said, hoping to get Aura to slow down with all her would-be pillow talk as things got steamier in the center of the ring.

Still, that didn't stop the witch from pushing further, licking up the edge of Chie's ears, causing her to shiver and release another stifled moan. "O-okay, Aura...my, you need to settle down..." She said, her toes curling up in her boots as her cheeks reddened. Yet, there was no satiating the redhead...

As Aura loomed closer, her lips primed and ready to make contact with the Japanese woman's skin, Chie would attempt to avoid the moment of intimacy...partly not to lose focus, but partly due to fear as well...As a means of distraction, she'd roll her hips against Aura's pelvis to stop her in her tracks, or to at least distract her...once...twice...each time creating more friction than the previous thrust, with a big surprise coming for Aura in the third thrust as Chie wound her lower half back and THRUST forward!!! Only this time, Chie brought her legs up, twisting herself around as she shifted her shoulders, breaking Aura's grasp over her in the process, while quickly transitioning into a sudden Armbar, wrapping a leg around Aura's neck, tilting her head up, and denying her lips from hitting their mark. "Sorry, darling...but I'm...fh-...not quite there yet, we just started after all..." She said, her tone briefly conveying her wavering heart before returning to her character.

"Though, I suppose that's rather hypocritical of me, hm? After I teased you so~...oh well~..." She said, trying to be playful with Aura while seeing how much punishing her arm could take...although, concerningly...the witch-themed wrestler was barely even flinching from the mounting pressure, which surprised Chie as Aura seemed more and more ambivalent to the pain she SHOULD be suffering from with every passing second...

[Parker]

Each bump was met with one from Aura in kind, more than happy to grind her frame against Chie’s, making sure the fox felt not only every lovely curve she had to offer but the rough scrape of her buckles and strap as well. Her smooth thigh glided in steady rhythm, hips swaying with an almost hypnotic patience, every motion a whispered reminder: your pleasure is at the forefront of my mind.

The canvas rattled when Chie yanked her into the armbar, Aura’s body snapping down with a sharp thud. For a moment, the hold was pristine, torque on the elbow sharp, shoulder wrenched at just the right angle, Chie’s thighs framing her head with leverage built tight. Textbook… textbook against anyone else.

Aura’s lips curled, not in pain but in perverse delight. A low, throaty hum purred from her chest, vibrating through the pressure, as if every added degree of strain teased something inside her awake. Her lashes fluttered as she tilted her head against Chie’s leg, crimson hair spilling like wine across the kitsune’s thigh. Strain showed in her breath, in the slight pinch of her features, yet instead of distress, she nuzzled into the grip, cheek brushing lovingly along the inside of Chie’s thigh before a slow tongue traced across flesh, leaving a cool, tingling trail where warm breath danced over it.

“Ohhh… clever little vixen,” she murmured, her Irish lilt carrying steady and playful through the tension. "So sharp, so sudden… but ye don’t know what ye’ve caught, do ye?”

Rather than fight free, Aura flexed to feel the hold, rolling her shoulder, letting sinew grind against Chie’s tightening squeeze. She bit her lip, teeth sinking just enough to draw a faint hiss of something dangerously close to pleasure.

“Ye’re squeezing me like prey… but I promise you, darling…” Her voice dropped into a husky whisper, eyes flicking up through the red veil of her hair. “…I am no lamb in the jaws of a fox. I’m the wolf ye’ve invited into yer den.”

She pressed her lips to Chie’s thigh again, slowly, deliberately, planting kiss after kiss, each dark mark planting a seed that would grow closer to opening the door the kitsune was so desperate to keep shut. Aura gave her one last smile, a threat and a promise curling across her lips.

“Ye'll need to break me harder, pet… or I’ll be breakin’ ye softer.”

The words were a timer set ticking. The tension in the armbar suddenly ramped, Aura’s breathing quickening, not to lessen the pressure but to feed it. Then, with a muted pop of joint and shift of sinew, her arm rolled within Chie’s grip. The angle was gone. Try as she might, the kitsune couldn’t wrench it the way she had before. The leverage had slipped, and with it, her control. Still wedged between Chie’s thighs, the redhead let out a giggle that turned to something of a cackle.

[Misfit_Alien]

Something was wrong...so very, VERY wrong...Aura's tone shifted so drastically, her words...that LAUGH...the tension grew thicker in an instant and the kitsune-themed joshi felt a bead of sweat roll down her temple as a chill rolled down her spine. Chie had her locked in tight, her submission hold expertly executed as a well-timed counter to Aura's movements after luring her in, only for the woman to demonstrate her unnatural levels of flexibility and pain tolerance, made only more dramatic by her unyielding theatrics.

The voluptuous, vulpine vixen felt every stimulating sensation of Aura's cheek brushing against the inner part of her thigh, causing her to feel a litany of goosebumps across her skin before the witch started to roll her tongue along the edges of Chie's skin, sending shivers up and down the Japanese woman's body as that Irish lilt continued to make her mind wander, every syllable bewitching Chie's senses. When the kisses came in, Chie started to twitch, unsure of how to react as her mind...and especially her heart...couldn't take much more of this. Bit by bit, her breathing hitched, and her grip started to slip more and more until Aura surprised her by popping her arm and dislocating it, denying Chie of any leverage she might've had as she giggled in such a maniacal way.

Upon seeing this...upon experiencing this-...this NIGHTMARE of a revelation...Chie IMMEDIATELY released Aura, shifting away and using her legs to shove the Irish woman back, wanting to get far away from her. Not only that, but as an extra bit of insurance, she would whip back around with another swift Superkick, trying to knock the taste out of the witch's mouth after that incredibly distressing display she just put on. "If you need breaking in, then by all means 'wolf', allow this fox to bare her fangs-...but don't think for a second that I'm just going to roll over and allow you to have your way with me, you dabaucherous hound...I-..." She wavered at the end of her sentence, her soft cheeks glowing with a nice, bright red hue beneath her skin. "I am not to be played with like some tramp, young lady-..." She said, dropping the act for a moment.

With that said, if Aura couldn't stop Chie...or if she didn't even try...she'd be in for quite the blitz as Chie would try to grab hold of Aura, attempting to bring her to her feet, only to quickly try and Irish Whip her into the nearest ropes, wanting to catch her on the rebound by diving low and aiming a Dropkick right at the woman's knee to trip her up and send her tumbling.

Spoiler

As she did all this, the fox woman couldn't help but feel abnormally concerned about her opponent. Those words, which still continued to ring in her head, filled her with a sense of dread...unavoidable...inescapable...yet Chie didn't want to let those thoughts consume her. Aura was all talk...nothing but a sexually promiscuous gymnast. Hard to bend, but not unbreakable. There was nothing this so-called 'witch' had that could stop her, a former professional mixed martial artist and fairly skilled professional wrestler...an athletic woman with years of training and experience.

...

So why did she feel so uneasy around her?

[Parker]

Aura rolled as Chie’s legs shoved her away, shoulders heaving with laughter that poured out of her like smoke from a fire. Her body curved with feline grace, tumbling once more before she came to a languid stop, lying on her back with one arm twisted at an unnatural angle. The witch’s lips curled in a sly grin as she reached across with her free hand, braced herself against the canvas, and with a sharp pop slid the shoulder joint back into place. Her breath hitched, her lashes fluttered but the sound that followed wasn’t pain. It was a low, throaty purr.

“Ahhh… my clever little fox has claws, doesn’t she~?” Aura crooned, her voice lilting like a lullaby and a dare in equal measure. She half-pushed to her knees, her body coiling to rise, only for Chie to snap around and fire off a blistering superkick. Aura barely twisted aside in time, the kick hissing through the air where her face had been a heartbeat before, her scarlet mane whipping forward with the motion. Wide golden eyes flicked up to the kitsune, alight with both surprise and delight.

“Ye’ve my permission to take as many bites as ye’d like, foxie. Devour me even, if ye can.”

But before she could reset, Chie was already on her, snatching her wrist and wrenching her up with lean, merciless precision. Aura stumbled as she was hurled across the ring, boots pounding the canvas, the ropes thrumming as she rebounded, straight into the fox’s waiting dropkick. Chie’s boots cracked against her knee, and Aura pitched forward, sprawling face-first into the mat with a ragged laugh spilling from her lips.

For a long moment she stayed down, her crimson hair veiling half her face. Then, slowly, she pushed herself up onto her palms, her back arching with strain as laughter bubbled again, even as pain licked sharp through her joints. When her golden eyes found Chie again, her smile softened into something wicked yet reverent.

“Oh, darling…” Aura’s voice was husky and sweet, every syllable a caress. “Is that what ye think? Ye’re no tramp. Not some harlot to be bartered and tossed aside. No…” She tilted her head, eyes narrowing with hungry admiration. “Ye’re a vision, made flesh. A dream I can touch.”

With a sigh that curled like smoke, Aura rose, posture loose and almost boneless, her body swaying as though the strings were the only thing keeping her upright like a marionette. She looked drunk on pain, yet steady in intent.

“Don’t worry, love,” she breathed, her lilt sharpening into something playful and predatory. “If it takes playin’ rough to make ye comfortable with praise… then rough is what ye’ll get.”

She staggered forward, seemingly about to fall but then snapped upright with predatory grace, breaking into a sudden run. Her eyes never left Chie as she closed the gap, weaving in close around the fox’s guard, stepping nimbly around a strike if it shot her way. At the last instant, she dipped low, her leg whipping sharply into the back of Chie’s knee, aiming to buckle her stance and drop her lower.

[Misfit_Alien]

Aura's words were making Chie's heart quake for reasons she did and didn't understand. All she knew was that this woman was certainly not afraid to voice her desires and truest self. It didn't seem cruel, just-...VERY adamant and blunt. Every move she made was just another enticing display rooted in seduction and manipulation, to pull Chie down the rabbit hole and into Aura's embrace...yet that assured, confident tone in the Irish woman's voice spoke as if everything was a certainty, as if by the end of this match, Chie would undoubtedly become HER little fox.

The thought made her skin crawl...but not for the reasons you might expect. "You-...are incorrigible, darling..." Chie replied, her face reddening, unable to keep the mask up for any longer. Now she was in full combat mode, focused solely on winning above all else. However, Aura was, too...and in the blink of an eye, the bewitching young woman would descend upon the kitsune-themed joshi with a sudden sprint, diving low after invading Chie's personal space again before whipping around and striking at the Japanese woman's leg, a strike to the back of her knee to make her stumble...a move that, otherwise, would've been endurable for Chie...perhaps even fail to make her budge if she were prepared.


...that was, if it hadn't been her left leg that took the blow...


The sudden and calculated strike from Aura didn't just cause Chie to buckle immediately, but it made her drop down with a sharp wince in response, losing her posture as her knee gave out then and there. She hadn't braced herself, and she didn't realize that Aura could be so quick...was the witch even aware of Chie's injury? A cunning stroke of genius? Or was it simply...by pure chance...a lucky hit? Either way, it didn't matter, as the so-called wolf that Chie 'invited into her den' would manage to dismantle the vulpine vixen, causing her to collapse onto her hands and knees, a dangerous position to be in while fighting someone like Aura...someone who Chie was still struggling to figure out. Meanwhile, her focus was constantly being broken by the pain of that ACL injury from years ago, every twitch of agony serving as a dark reminder of what could happen should the fox-woman overstep her limits or find herself in the wrong place at the worst time.

[Parker]

Aura had started to laugh again as she kicked out her leg but when Chie’s knee buckled, so sharp and startled, dropping the proud kitsune to her hands and knees, something seemed amiss. The witch herself hadn’t known about any hidden injury, she’d simply lashed out at an opening, testing the fox’s balance, expecting only to stagger her. The way Chie crumpled told her she’d struck far deeper than she realized, and while the revelation intrigued her, it didn’t slow her down.

“Did I stumble on somethin’ tender, pet?” Aura purred, her golden eyes glinting as she drifted into a crouch. She circled with a low stride, languid grace, hands trailing along the canvas like a predator savoring the moment before it pounced. Chie’s red-stained cheeks and trembling knee only sweetened the air.

Then, in a sudden lunge, Aura closed the distance. She slid up beside Chie’s wounded side, her arm snaking under the Japanese woman’s weakened left arm. In one seamless motion, Aura hooked that limb over the back of her own neck and wrenched it high, forcing Chie’s body to twist sideways. Her opposite arm stretched across Chie’s torso, grasping her wrist and dragging it out wide, extending her prey’s frame and exposing her midsection.

From there, the trap snapped shut. Aura’s long leg coiled upward and over, hung itself over Chie’s neck, clamping down hard as her leg hooked across the fox’s left leg. The octopus hold bloomed into full, suffocating form: one arm pinned over the neck, the other arm wrenched out at an awkward angle, her torso pried open while the Irish witch stood clinging to her, twisting and stretching her opponent like a puppet on strings.

Spoiler

The crowd gasped as the position locked in, Chie’s body bent and spread in a cruel display, every line of strain visible under the pale blue lights. Aura leaned her head close, pressing a few more of her toxic kisses up along Chie’s side. The aphrodisiac in her lipstick had already been applied, but a bit more wouldn’t hurt when it all started to creep in on the kitsune.

“Look at ye now… all tangled up in me arms… an’ legs. No running, no hiding, little fox. Just the two of us, nice and snug, ‘til ye finally give me what I want~.” Her lips curled in a wicked smile as she wrenched back harder, savoring the subtle sound of Chie’s ring gear stretching against her body.

[Misfit_Alien]

The pain wasn't as agonizing as the initial injury...nothing could quite match that intense feeling Chie suffered so many years prior. However, the impact alone was enough to leave the white-haired woman vulnerable, a sensation she hated. A feeling of pins and needles surrounded her knee, leaving her immobilized for the moment while a curious Aura loomed close by. Being found out was one thing, the act of being disarmed like this was another...it was embarrassing...but what infuriated Chie the most was what the witchy woman said. Pet...Pet?...PET!?

Chie's eyes burned with fury as she began to FORCE herself to rise, trying to put a stop to Aura then and there. "Gh-...I-...-hah-...am no one's pe-GHK." Chie tried to say, only managing to push herself up a few inches off the canvas before the red-headed woman slipped around her in the blink of an eye. Aura's lunge placed her right in Chie's blind spot. Even if the fox-themed woman knew where her opponent was going, she could do very little to properly defend herself...she needed her knee to recover from this brief moment of weakness, but with Aura descending upon her, she had no chance to even breathe.

The Octopus Hold was as frustrating as it was tight. Aura was certainly no slouch. Her movements were unorthodox, like she was moving through a cloudy haze, yet they were nonetheless as sharp as a blade. She was a vexing opponent, someone who left Chie mystified with her words and actions, yet the yokai joshi still tried to keep her head above water, acting as if nothing were wrong despite her struggles. "Never have I known a 'witch' to be so hands-on...I didn't think you'd be so literal when you said 'dream I can touch'..." She said, only to be assaulted by a few kisses along the edges of her body's side, every tender press of Aura's lips causing her to shiver, with goosebumps forming along the Japanese woman's skin while her Irish foe teased her...much to Chie's chagrin.

"I would rather break before I give you whatever it is that you want, witch-..." She said, trying to feign a little toughness and resilience by keeping herself calm and composed at this point. Stressing out would only make things worse. She had to focus...she had to wait...she had to look for that golden opportunity. Deep breaths...slow and steady. Slow and-...Chie's breathing slowly began to falter, her body reacting in a strange new way as she was finally beginning to feel the effects of Aura's kisses. Unbeknownst to Chie, the woman's lipstick had been laced with something...a special concoction of Aura's design. At first, Chie thought it was a side effect of the knee injury, but that wasn't right. No, this was a different beast entirely...and when her mind put the pieces of the puzzle together, it was far too late as Chie caught a glimpse of the many kisses lining her side, her eyes widening with shock as her heart began to pound harder and faster in her chest, every nervous beat only allowing the lipstick's special chemicals to course through her bloodstream faster.

"Y-You...w-what have you-..." She said, her questioning tone stopping short as her body slowly weakened, second by second...

[Parker]

Aura’s smile was one of quiet satisfaction, a small, knowing curl of the lips that spoke of control rather than comfort. Her breath came slow and steady, chest rising and falling against the subtle resistance beneath her. The fox-woman’s struggles were admirable, Chie’s body still tense and reactive, sinew and spirit refusing to yield, but Aura had caught her in the kind of angle that turned defiance into futility.

The witch shifted her weight with a dancer’s instinct, hips rolling subtly to adjust her balance, her crimson hair bounced with the motion, pigtails gently resting along her shoulders. Beneath her, she felt the rippling tension of muscle, the heat of effort, the sharp intake of breath that betrayed the effort to hold composure. Aura’s eyes half-lidded, savoring the feel of it, that fragile point where power met helplessness.

"Ahh, ye’ve such spirit, haven’t ye?" she murmured, her words sliding into the air with the soft melody of her Irish lilt. "Makes me want t’keep ye just like this forever… caged an’ cozy, a sight t’behold. Beloved foxy, all power and pride, bound up in my arms. Mmm, just thinkin’ of it makes me feel a certain kind o’ way."

Her tone was velvety and indulgent, but her body spoke the language as well with each sensual movement. Her arms flexed with serpentine precision, the muscles in her shoulders and back shifting like coiled silk. Her legs anchored tighter around Chie’s frame, their thighs brushing as Aura adjusted the Octopus hold with a slow, sinuous grace. There was nothing abrupt about her, she didn’t wrench control, she drew it out, each motion measured, rhythmic, almost tender in its cruelty.

The witch breathed deeply, the scent of exertion mingling with the faint perfume of her own concoction. Her breath was warm against Chie’s side when she spoke again. "Ahh… there it is," she whispered, a low hum following the words like a purr. "My little spell settlin’ in. Beautiful, isn’t it? Like watchin' twilight claim the dyin light of day."

She could feel it now, the subtle slack in the fox’s movements, that faint change in rhythm that told her her special lipstick had begun to take root. Aura’s smile softened into something fiery, dangerous. Her fingers splayed wider, tracing along Chie’s side just to feel the quiver beneath her touch. To her, this was art, the body’s surrender painted in invisible strokes, every twitch and breath a note in a melody only she could hear. For a few lingering seconds, Aura held the position, savoring the intimacy of control, the perfect balance between power and poise. Then, slowly, she began to move.

Her body unfurled like rolling smoke, limbs gliding away with the unhurried grace of a dancer finishing her performance. The octopus hold dissolved not in struggle but in silence, as though the spell itself had chosen to release. She placed her feet back to the mat with a sinuous stretch, her spine arching, her crimson hair cascading down her back in a wave that shimmered under the lights. Her hand descended lightly, fingers brushing the fox’s shoulder in what could have been mistaken for comfort, but the weight behind it was something else. Possessive. Claiming. Then, a gentle but firm push to try and send Chie down towards the canvas, the motion smooth, almost graceful.

"Ye wear my touch so well, little fox," Aura purred, her accent curling warmly through the words, playful and reverent in equal measure. "Now… let’s see how well ye resist it."

She stepped back, drifting backwards across the mat with the elegance of a waltz, her hips swaying slightly with each movement. The witch’s burning amber eyes gleamed with hunger and fascination, her gaze fixed on every subtle twitch, every flutter of motion as Chie fought to gather herself.

[Misfit_Alien]

Every roll of her hips...every word spoken...and every limb coiling around Chie's body...all of Aura's actions were an added rune that only emboldened the witch's spell, slowly turning the fox's willpower into nothing more than a distant memory. Slowly but surely, Aura would have total control over Chie's slackening body, drawing out all manner of reactions from the Japanese woman's lips. Whimpers, whines, moans...every sound possible in a strange scenario like this, but they all shared a similar tone...one of shock, disbelief, and confusion. When Chie was finally released, her body sank to the canvas like a stone to the bottom of a lake. The way she fell seemed to be reminscent of slow motion, like she was actually descending into the depths of a body of water...her limbs sluggish and unable to fight the ever-increasing weight as she slowly succumbed to the darkness, winding up on all fours, face to the canvas, her hips slightly perking up toward the sky as she struggled to move an inch.

Aura's words felt like commands...but truth be told, Chie didn't have much of a choice in the matter. What was she to do? Just stay down and quietly accept her fate? Perhaps that'd be the smarter choice, but the confused and stubborn fox-themed wrestler wouldn't have it. She planted her palms on the mat, trying to force her way back to an upright position, pouring every ounce of strength she had into the task.

Her body felt simultaneously numb and on edge at the same time. Her vision was blurring, and her breathing was becoming more erratic. Sweat began to drip down her body, and an unstoppable feeling of lust was slowly pouring over her, filling her to the brim as she felt her body heat up, an unfamiliar sensation of arousal stirring within her. "T-th...this is...ohh-...oh-hhn--g...g-god no-..." She said, muttering to herself as she struggled to pull herself up to her feet, her body moving at a quarter of the speed that it had before she found herself drowning in the vexing depths of Aura's overwhelming 'spell'.

"H-hah-...." She panted, taking heavy breaths. It was a struggle just to find the words, and an even more arduous task to speak them. "W-who do...t-think you...are...? W-what have you...d-done...y-you...Gh-..." She spoke, her words fractured by her labored breathing. She nearly collapsed at the end of her statement, struggling not to come crashing back down onto her knees before the witchy redhead. Her body was spasming all over, and her thighs were quivering. She HATED this feeling...yet...she enjoyed it as well? Was this the witch's doing, or was her body actually responding to Aura's machinations? Chie shuddered at the thought...the notion that some part of her was enjoying this to an extent. It was...not sickening, but rather worrying...this wasn't her, but these moments of hesitation told a different story.

[Parker]

Aura tilted her head at an odd angle, watching like a curious crow perched above the carnage of the site of a battle looking for the freshest body to feast upon. Smoldering eyes glittering with satisfaction as she watched the fox struggle after seeing how proud and dignified she had been. All of that grace and posturing melting away to this moment, sloppy, raw, and enticing. Every trembling breath, every futile twitch of resistance was a note in her private symphony. She didn’t rush to act, she simply watched, pacing with unhurried fascination in a slow semicircle around Chie’s faltering form, her soft footfalls barely audible.

The witch’s smirk deepened as she studied the Japanese woman from different angles, the way her body shuddered with effort, the sheen of sweat catching in the lights, the tremor in her legs that betrayed the conflict warring beneath her skin. Aura’s steps were almost predatory, but there was no cruelty in them, only a dissecting interest in the moment.

"Curious, that… ye don’t get much warmth from folk, do ye?" The words slipped free softly, almost as though she were speaking to herself l, yet they weren’t near quiet enough to keep them from sinking into Chie like tiny, gilded barbs. Aura’s breath brushed along the fox’s ear as she leaned in closer, her tone dipping into something silkier, more deliberate. "Ah, but ye want it, don’t ye? To be touched… to be loved proper-like."

Her accent thickened on the word “loved”, curling around it like a secret. The statement hung heavy in the air, not shouted, not mocked but spoken with that uncanny certainty of someone who saw right through her opponent. She steps drew in closer now, enough that the witch could reach out to let her fingertips trace along Chie’s shoulders, gliding up her collar as the redhead in, in no hurry, began to slip behind the wounded fox.

"Aye, I’ll not deny it, I’ve cast a bit of a mischief on ye, sure enough. Seems it’s taken to ye stronger than I thought." Silence hung as her footfalls continued softly around Chie. Another hand sliding up her arm, her palms kneading gently against her in a soft massaging motion as Aura curled her fingers around her to grip her. Her breath tickled the back of Chie’s neck as she leaves in, her presence so strong it was felt rather that seen."Ye’ve got all these wants buried deep, love. Stuff ye keep corked up tight. All I’ve done is pop the stopper and let the truth spill out." She whispered low into the fox’s ear, the smile of her lips carried in her tone.

When Chie nearly collapsed again, Aura was there to catch her weight pressing up against Chie from behind, her hands slipping from shoulders to beneath her arms. They threaded through like snakes, gliding beneath the swell of Chie’s breasts, tucked close and snug as the redhead guided her to her feet, pulling her into an intimate hug from behind, resting her cheek on the woman's shoulder to peer at her from the side.

"Make no mistake now, pet. I’m here for you as much as I am for meself. So go on… let that feelin’ in, and kiss me." Her words hung in the air, velvet and dangerous, as Aura’s eyes gleamed with quiet delight, waiting to see which part of Chie would answer first: her will to fight or her surrender.