Katsumi Oshiro vs. Suzume Sheska - Think Of It Like A Sleepover

[CyanDimitrik]

"I know you have hair, it's very convenient!," replies Katsumi, either misinterpreting or deliberately misconstruing the protest. Either way, there's no remorse in battering the smaller girl. She must be used to it, right? Being a wrestler means fighting, taking hits, being in pain! At least, that's how Katsumi has always justified going a bit heavier than necessary. Heck, Suzume might even recall that from their official match!

Alas, she had no intention of giving her a moment to gather herself. Katsumi wanted her bent over and softened for a reason! And that reason manifests as the Punk Princess positions herself behind Suzume's pert posterior. Leaning down over her, she hooks her left arm under Suzume's right arm, and hooks her left thigh over Suzume's left thigh, bringing her hips tight against her rear. She suddenly rears back to cinch on the abdominal stretch submission hold, attempting to arch her smaller 'opponent' backwards and to the side, pulling her midsection taut!

Her free hand moves to the girl's stomach, but not to batter her this time. Instead, she teasingly presses the palm tight to her belly and brushes against it, trailing up and down. "I dunnoo~," she drawls. "Still feel pretty smushy~..." Which isn't necessarily true. Especially with Suzume being arched and stretched taut. But in fairness, Katsumi is using it as a pseudo-sincere excuse to feel the other girl for muscle definition. Which isn't at all spurred by the fact that their barely-covered bodies are tightly pressed together.

[Noob]

Before she could fight out of Katsumi's grip, Suzume found herself grabbed from behind. She let out a little gasp as she felt the other woman's body pressed up against her, their hips firm against her rear. She'd squirm a bit in Katsumi's grasp but it was soon too late to escape what was coming next. "Ahh hey w...waaaiiit!" She'd squeal before she was cranked back in an abdominal stretch. The lightweight winced, now struggling to pull away. But it was no use. "Haaah I nnng...heck..." She'd whine, her voice a little shaky as she tried to ignore the growing pain.

Suzume felt a little shiver up her spine as Katsumi's hand trailed along her exposed tummy where they would. The brunette had just the slightest bit of muscle tone that Katsumi would be able to feel. Although that might just have been due to Suzume being stretched out. With Katsumi continuing to tease her, she'd let out a little whine while once more trying to pull forward and out of Katsumi's grasp. Her lower half pushed backwards against Katsumi's hips while her upper body tried to twist and turn. "Nnnng not...smushyyy. I'll smush you!" She huffed, soon trying to just throw an elbow back into Katsumi's ribs. She didn't have too much room to maneuver, but she just needed the other woman's grip to loosen a little bit if she wanted to slip out.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is thoroughly enjoying things. It's becoming less complicated - granted, no less tense - and more relaxed. Being able to indulge in a little roughness helps make the punkette feel right at home! Especially with a friend! The fact that they're in unmentionables doesn't register *quite* as much to her anymore.

That is, until Suzume's rear thrusts back against her hips, causing Katsumi to pitch forward. "Ungh!" Her upper-body presses over Suzume's back, the arm entwined around her now more hugging the girl's stomach to hang onto her. "Behave!"

An elbow swings back, just clipping her ribs. It earns a yelp, part out of surprise, and Suzume gets her wish! The hold loosens as Katsumi attempts to adjust herself over her smaller 'foe', her chest and hips rubbing behind Suzume's shoulders and backside respectively.

[Noob]

Suzume was pretty oblivious to the situation at hand, her mind only focused on escape for the moment. Sure she could feel her backside pressing up against Katsumi and their soft chest resting on her back, but body contact was just par for the course and the new and improved Suzume wasn't about to give it a second thought. At least not when it meant relief from being stretched mercilessly. "Hmmm?" Suzume would reply. " YOU behave." She'd retort, her inner middle-schooler making an appearance. "I'm not gonna just let you stretch me till I scream." The lightweight replied, assuming Katsumi just meant that she should just stop struggling.

Upon landing a quick elbow, Suzume was released. Or at least things felt much less tight. That left Suzume with more than enough room to twist around and wrap an arm around Katsumi. She'd pull the other woman into a tight headlock, mashing their face against the side of her chest for a moment as she squeezed tight. She knew she had to act quick though. Give Katsumi an inch and she was sure to violently take a mile. And so Suzume would try to bring her opponent face first into the bed, hoping she could scramble atop their back and hold them down with her hands pressed against their shoulder blades. "Alright! Prepare for...counterstretch!" She'd declare regardless of her progress.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's hands flounder over Suzume as she attempts to wrangle the squirmy brunette, only for the smaller girl to catch her around the neck! "Mmph!" Her head is yanked down, her cheek mashing into the side of the girl's breast. Normally? Not much of an issue. It is what it is! But in this context, with Katsumi seemingly the one inescapably cognizant of their state of dress, it earns a panicked mental bluescreen. Her arms pinwheel a moment in flail before snapping tight around Suzume's waist, locking with her. It doesn't grant her much leverage as she's borne down into the bed, landing with a grunt.

Fortunately, this marks the end of the headlock. Katsumi's face turns aside, resting her cheek on the soft blanket and staring blankly at the wall. "Guh..." Hands slap to her bare shoulders, and she blinks. "Wuh?" Suddenly feeling the other girl's weight propped on her back, Katsumi squirms! Her arms swat back at her frantically! "No stretching! Not allowed!" Nevermind that she'd just been stretching her a moment ago! This is the United States of Oshiro-sama, and she won't suffer rebellion!

[Noob]

"Counter-stretch incoming!!!" Suzume warned as if she was talking about an incoming missile strike to the United States of Oshiro. The brunette would place her hands at Katsumi's sides. She'd then run her hands up their body, briefly sliding along their chest, until she had her hands clasped right under Katsumi's chin. "Last chance to submit~" A rather uncharacteristically confident Suzume said, giving her friend one last chance to avoid their fate even if she knew they wouldn't take it. Even if they did though she wasn't sure she'd quite accept a submission without at least dealing out a little punishment.

There wasn't too much of a wait for a response though. Suzume knew if she gave Katsumi too much time to think there would be trouble. And so she'd tighten her grip on their chin before slowly pulling them back. She'd tug back inch by inch before suddenly CRANKING Katsumi back hard. She was certainly happy to deliver some swift retribution for the earlier stretch. "Suzume...stretch...attack!" She'd cry out, a new word announced each time she increased the pressure on the hold until she had Katsumi harshly curved back.

[CyanDimitrik]

Hands! Hands are traveling over her! Along her skin! Sensitive skin! Sure, she's grabbed, grappled, and manhandled in the ring as par for the course, but it's different right now, dammit! And then the different-ness of it is only magnified to the nth degree when those hands whisk along her chest, brushing the smooth curves of her modest bosom. Katsumi's eyes widen to saucers, her breath catching in her throat, body frozen in tension. D-did... Suzubean... just grope her?

Those hands link beneath her chin without her even realizing it. The static noise in her head is too loud for anything other than Suzume's taunting to break through. But when it does, she quickly barks back, "Not! Gonna!," in defiance. The United States of Oshiro do not negotiate with terrorists, no matter how smol or innocent-looking!

"Aah-!" A little pre-panic before the hold really sets in. Her hands quickly grab for those wrists, but she's suddenly ratcheted backwards, earning an authentically pained cry. She grips at the wrists, a little tighter as the hold sinks in further and further, stretching her spine and pulling her body taut. "Nnngh! Ghh-!" With her jaw being the effort and the base of her spine being the fulcrum, she doesn't really have the opportunity to vocalize between clenched teeth. But her breaths are short, wincing pants, each exhale laced with a thin, vocal wheeze. Her feet rapidly kick the bed behind her in a flutter.

[Noob]

For whatever reason, Katsumi didn't seem to be putting up too much of a struggle at first. Suzume was delightfully oblivious of the effect she was having on her friend. Of course as Suzume began to bend them back, Kat was kicking and letting out quite a few pained sounds. Was this it? Was Suzume going to get a submission out of her? She sure seemed to think so as each time she pulled back on Katsumi's chin a little more they le out another pained cry. With a lot of their interactions Suzume always felt as if she ended up on the back foot. But right now she was totally in control and while she probably wouldn't admit it, it sure felt nice for a change.

Suzume leaned herself forward, soon leaning over Katsumi so that she could look down at her. She would have waved hi if not for her hands being occupied so just a little smile would have to do. "I ummm...I think I got you." She'd finally say after a short pause. She would keep quite a bit of pressure on Katsumi but would stop pulling back any further now. "Maybe tap so no one ends up getting hurt?" She'd suggest. It felt weird asking so nicely for a tap. Usually Suzume wouldn't even bother asking. Or she would just demand one. It was surprisingly nice having a more lighthearted match though even if the two of them were still going at it decently hard.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is, indeed, flabbergasted by being in this predicament with Suzume! Suzume! The Littlest of Bits! The girl she made cry earlier! ..Granted, she doesn't like thinking about that. That was unintentional and made her heart hurt. But still! Girls who cry aren't supposed to be able to put her in these positions, where the prospect of submitting seems pretty palatable!

When that face looms into her view, inverse, Katsumi is staring back up at her wide-eyed, trembling. A steady, consistent whimper escapes the punkette with each wheeze, and she releases her 'opponent's wrist with one hand. The hand lifts, shaking, fingers splayed, and pauses in the air.

And then it reaches up, attempting to hook Suzume's conveniently-nearby head with the intent of pulling her forward to dislodge the submission hold! "Nngh!"

[Noob]

And what did Suzume get for trying to be nice? A hard yank of her head. "Nnng oww heyyy!" The girl whined as she was pulled forward. Katsumi didn't quite have a good place to pull her though and so as she pulled Suzume forward, she'd just face plant on the bed a few inches in front of Kat with her chest now pressing against the back of Kat's head and also forcing their face against the mattress. "Nnfff..." She'd huff, pushing herself up slightly.

"Fine. I'll play rough then." Suzume mumbled. That last maneuver had her a bit more annoyed. Hoping to catch Kat before they pulled themselves up, she'd try to wrap her arms around their neck and pull them into a rather tight choke from behind. She doubted it was going to be as easy to hold Katsumi in this one without being able to really restrain them, but at the very least she'd have them in a bit more dire of a situation. "How about the Suzume squeeeeze?"