Queen of Oil vs Goddess of Beauty: Fuuka Yamagishi vs Lucy "Freya" Andersen

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Fuuka could not breathe. Lucy's breasts were simply too big to do anything except keep the bluenette's face entirely covered. There was no pocket of air to serve as her salvation no matter what direction Fuuka tried to turn her head in search of oxygen. Her nostrils were stuffed with oil and sweat as Lucy's tit flesh pressed into Fuuka's nose.

That meant Fuuka's only choice was to escape if she was going to keep fighting this battle. Her legs wouldn't get the job done this time, so Fuuka would instead try to use her arms. The bluenette would twist and turn her wrists, trying to use the oil to loosen Lucy's grip. If Fuuka could get her hands free this way, then she would immediately bring them to the blonde's breasts and start trying to pull them off of her face to give herself some air.

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The breast smother was locked in. Lucy could hear Fuuka struggling between her breasts almost gurgling on the combination of oil and sweat that had accumulated between the soft peaks. Lucy pressed her chest as hard as possible into the bluenette's face forming an almost perfect air tight seal.

Lucy felt Fuuka trying to twist and slip her wrists from Lucy's grasp. With the oil it was difficult to keep a firm hold on the bluenette's wrists as Lucy tightened her grip. Lucy could feel the wrists slipping from her grasp, so Lucy decided rather than fight it she would continue with the smother a little differently.

Sure enough as Lucy was thinking about how to proceed, Fuuka slipped one of her wrists free. This forced Lucy's hand. Rather than try to gain control of both wrists, the blonde would wrap both arms around the back of Fuuka's head and pull. This would force the bluenette's face deeper into the cavern of Lucy's breasts. "This should do nicely!" Lucy was confident this would seal the deal.

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Fuuka got her hands free, the all important step one. Step two would be keeping her hands free, but it looked like Lucy wasn't even going to try to reestablish control over them, instead choosing to pull the bluenette's in deeper between her breasts. Fuuka let out a muffled yelp as this happened, but she didn't mind. It wasn't like she could be getting even less air than she already had been.

There were a few things that Fuuka could try with her arms back under her control. But with Lucy's weight advantage coming down on top of her combined with the blonde's massive boob size, Fuuka felt that her only good option was the extreme one. She brought her hands to Lucy's throat, clutched her hands around it, and began strangling her.

It was simple, really. Fuuka would push Lucy up as she choked her, along with the Norwegian most likely letting up on her smother out of either reflex or necessity to escape in response to the choke. Assuming nothing went wrong, that should give the oil queen enough room to breathe, and then with a little more pushing, enough room to slip out from under Lucy entirely.

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Lucy was comfortable releasing Fuuka's hands. With the oil she was loosing her grip on them and Lucy was sure that it would only be a few more moments before Fuuka's movements began to slow. Lucy continued to press her chest into Fuuka's face and pulling the bluenette's head further into the darkness.

Fuuka's movements however weren't slowing at Lucy had expected. Instead, the bluenette went on the offensive in a way that Lucy didn't expect. As Lucy focused and pressing her breasts further into Fuuka's face, the hands Lucy had released suddenly came to her throat. Lucy couldn't believe that Fuuka still possessed this strength despite the air lock her breasts had created.

Fuuka's hands tightened around Lucy's throat and suddenly the blonde was having her own breathing troubles. Immediately, her hands rose to her throat to try and pry the hands from it releasing some of the pressure on Fuuka. In addition, Lucy began arching backward to escape the hands which only rose her chest off the bluenette. As Lucy pulled back, Fuuka was freed more and more with her hands firmly attached to the blonde's throat.

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Fuuka had probably been threatened the most with defeat in an oil match by Lucy's Breast Smother than in any other moment in her career, but she had fought through the worst of it and was just a little more work away from weathering the storm. The blonde's boobs were off of Fuuka face, so now the bluenette just needed to get Lucy's body off of her own.

Fuuka's strangulation was only meant to break the smother, so once she'd done that, the computer whiz felt comfortable in letting go of Lucy's throat so that she could have a hand free for her a counterattack. Fuuka would let go with her right hand, leaving her left in place to keep Lucy up, and then drive her fist right under Lucy's breasts into her solar plexus to momentarily weaken her.

Once Fuuka had struck, she would push Lucy off to the side and onto her back, Then the bluenette would to the oil to turn to the side so that she was across the Norwegian and try to grab her arm. If Fuuka could get ahold of Lucy as such, then she would wrap her thighs around the blonde's arm and lock her into an Armbar submission hold.

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Fuuka had managed to relieve herself of the smother as Lucy was arching further back. Her fingers dug into Lucy's throat aggressively cutting off the air supply. Fuuka broke her strangle hold only briefly giving slight relief to Lucy. The relief was only a moment before Fuuka drove a fist straight into Lucy dead center.

"Hrrrghhhhh" Still being choked with one hand, Lucy was sent coughing from the strike and gasping for breath. Lucy was then falling backwards as Fuuka gave her a shove. Lucy landed on her back grasping her throat coughing and gulping at the air.

Fuuka sprang into action quickly grabbing a hold of Lucy's arm while she was nursing her throat. Before Lucy could take notice her arm was wrenched by Fuuka locking in the arm bar. "ARgghhghgghhgh" The pain was intense as the hold was locked in.

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Fuuka had managed a full reversal, having gone from being stuck in Lucy's big Breast Smother with all four of her limbs restrained to locking the Norwegian into an Armbar. As Lucy cried out in pain, the bluenette drove her hips upward into the blonde's arm to wrench it further and further. Fuuka's lower back arched up, her shoulders pressed into the oily mat while her legs pushed down into Lucy's boobs as they laid atop them for the Armbar.

"I'll let you go if you give up and let me smother you out," Fuuka said. This was a KO match, so even if her Armbar managed to force Freya into submission, it wouldn't actually count. But in Fuuka's mind, all that really meant was that she could still win in this manner, she just had to go for one extra move after she had made her opponent lose the will to keep fighting. This was, of course, assuming her Armbar this would actually make Lucy quit.

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Lucy had made a major error in not securing Fuuka's hands better. Her confidence the the bluenette would run out of air faster had been faulty. Now, she was in a bad spot. Although she couldn't lose to a submission, the pain from the arm bar was immense as the bluenette forced her hips upward only adding to the pain. "AHHHHRHH"

Lucy would never just give up and let someone put her to sleep. She would fight and force Fuuka to win the match. "NO CHANCE!" Lucy would yell out amidst the pain shooting up her arm. The blonde would try to roll and push herself into the arm bar to relieve some of the pressure. She would try and dig her arm and leg on the opposite side into the mat to get a roll into Fuuka. Something much more difficult on a slick canvas.

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Fuuka could respect Lucy's refusal to give up. Allowing yourself to be beaten in the way that the blonde would have been had she submitted would definitely have cost a lot of her dignity. That just meant that Fuuka would have to put Lucy to sleep the good old fashioned way. Now the question was how to get there from an Armbar.

Lucy started to try to roll in against Fuuka, pushing into her legs from below. The bluenette saw an opportunity from this. She let Lucy roll herself, even pushing the beauty with her legs to get the Norwegian onto her stomach. This was so that Fuuka could slide right onto Lucy's back and wrap her arms around her throat, trying to lock in a Rear naked Choke.

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Lucy could feel herself beginning to roll and the pain in her arm begin to wain. Eventually she had rolled onto her stomach, but it was faster than she had expected. Fuuka had allowed the blonde to roll onto her stomach and even assisted her with her own feet. Lucy would attempt to recover, but Fuuka's speed in transition was remarkable.

The bluenette slid expertly onto Lucy's back taking her neck in her arms locking in a rear naked choke. Training off and on with Rebecca in MMA Lucy knew what to do in the situation, but it didn't mean it would work for sure to prevent the hold. Lucy immediately began to attack Fuuka's hands to create space around her neck. In addition, Lucy would try and thrash her lower body to allow herself some ability to try and transition out of the precarious hold.