L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The feeling of Fang's body against hers, all slick warmth and firm muscle, made Aroha's brain go pleasantly fuzzy. Her hands kept moving almost on autopilot, sliding down Fang's sides, feeling the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. The mud squelched between their bodies with every small shift, and Aroha couldn't help the delighted laugh that bubbled up from her chest.

She could have stayed like this all day, just rubbing mud on Fang and letting Fang rub mud on her, enjoying the slip and slide of skin on skin, reminding her of home and familiarizing her with the woman's fit figure. The crowd's cheering faded into pleasant background noise, like waves on a beach. But as a few of them called out for one or the other of them to "toss her in," her brain caught up with a rather important detail.

They were supposed to be wrestling. Actually wrestling. Not just... whatever this wonderful mud-painting situation was. Aroha blinked, her grin shifting from dazed to mischievous as she refocused on Fang's face.

"Okay!" she announced cheerfully, her hands sliding back up to Fang's shoulders. "I think we are both very dirty now. Time to really wrestle, yes?"

Before Fang could respond, Aroha shifted her grip, wrapping her arms around Fang's upper torso just beneath her arms. She pulled, and suddenly their chests mashed together with a wet, heavy sound. The mud between them spread and squelched, their breasts compressing against each other in a way that made everything even more slippery.

The referee, seeing this sudden change, jogged closer to the edge and called for the bell.

"Thank you!"

She locked her arms tighter around Fang's torso, their breasts mushrooming out to the sides from the pressure. Then she twisted her hips, using the momentum and her lower center of gravity to try and throw Fang down into the mud with a simple hip toss that would leave Aroha on top.

Fang was enjoying the moment, but knew that they did have to wrestle. Of course, Aroha was able to get in the first move by grabbing the jungle girl and throwing her with a hip toss. The jungle girl found herself with her back sinking slightly with the mud. The thick, oozing sound the churning mud went off as Fang landed on the mud, with Aroha moving to get on top of her.

However, Fang was not going to let Aroha be on top so easily. As Aroha moved in, Fang brought her legs up to wrap around Aroha's waist. Then, using a bit of momentum, Fang used her legs to pull Aroha off her and roll into the mud.

If that worked, Fang would get up and try to leap at Aroha before she could retaliate.

Oh, this was already amazing.

Aroha felt that familiar slap-squelch of a body hitting mud and starting to sink, the sound as satisfying as biting into perfectly ripe fruit. Her own arms, pinned beneath Fang's back, got the full tactile experience - the thick sludge swallowing the woman's shoulders, creeping up around her sides, coating everything in that perfect brown embrace.

And oh, did Fang's figure ever look great getting swallowed up by the mud! The way it clung to every curve, highlighting the muscle beneath, turning her pale skin into a newly painted canvas.

"You look amazing covered in mud!" Aroha called out cheerfully, starting to straighten up and establish her position on top. Her knees shifted, seeking purchase in the slippery sludge as she prepared to press her advantage-

But Fang had other ideas.

Aroha didn't see the legs coming. One moment she was rising up, victorious, and the next she felt something wet and powerful slap around her waist from below. The secret attacks were some of the best parts of mud wrestling - one couldn't see what her opponent was doing under all that brown muck until it was already happening.

"No-!"

Fang's legs squeezed, and suddenly Aroha found herself being pulled and rolled, the world spinning sideways in a blur of brown and sky and crowd. She couldn't plant her hands, couldn't brace herself, could only ride out the momentum as Fang sent her tumbling away through the thick sludge.

Aroha hit the mud, her body spinning through the muck with practiced ease. She let herself roll, once, twice, until she came to rest chest-deep in the stuff, mud creeping up to her collarbones and painting her arms brown up past her elbows.

It felt like home.

"Eeeeee!" The delighted squeal burst out of her before she could stop it, pure joy at being properly, completely, wonderfully muddy.

But Fang was coming.

Aroha spotted movement through the muck - Fang getting up, preparing to leap. Most people would have struggled in mud this deep, would have floundered trying to get their footing, but Aroha had been wrestling in mud since before she could write her own name. Her body knew exactly what to do.

She twisted, core muscles engaging, and brought her legs up through the sludge with surprising speed. Her feet broke the surface just as Fang launched herself forward, and Aroha kicked, both feet driving toward Fang's belly to hold her off.

"Not so fast!" she laughed.

Fang managed to gain the momentum after flinging Aroha a bit into the mud. However, upon attempting to leap at Aroha, she found her herself being double kicked in the gut by Aroha. This not only knocked her back, but sent her rolling in the mud. As Fang tried to get back up, her right arm and leg and were briefly stuck in the mud. She would attempt to pull them out, but this was a new experience for her in wrestling.

She would have rather preferred more stable grounding, but she was forced to contend with the fact that this would not be easy to navigate around.

Meanwhile, she was vulnerable to whatever moves Aroha could try next.