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The soft and squishy canvas wiggled under Lucy’s feet like waves churning in a storm as her body bounced up and down in a continuous rhythm. Her feet stuck out against the mix of black and blue color that coated the ground under feet. Her arms clung to the frayed yellow ropes as her back rested against the soft white corner; it caressed her back and pulled her in like a familiar lover, doughy to the touch. She slowly leaned her head back and marveled at the black sky that cloaked the perfectly constructed ring. In her ears rang the symphony of cheers and boos from the boisterous crowd that surrounded her, most looked like bright blobs against the black sky save for one single head that glinted in the crowd like a diamond in a sea of mud. Alice. Her wonderful girlfriend who had come to cheer her on in this sexy moment.
The world felt dreamy and ethereal, everything was shifting and transforming while never staying it’s true shape for long. Lucy looked out of place among the dream-scape but she definitely didn’t feel that way.
Her cherry lips were continuously transitioning between a look of glee and a smirk as her thick thighs rolled together like jello wrestling for purchase on a slippery plate. Her messy white hair rolled down her shoulders like a waterfall of milk, tickling her open back. She stifled her excited breath, feeling her long fingers curl tighter around the ropes as she waited in anticipation for the bell. She could already feel a sticky substance running down her inner thighs like raindrops sliding down a window.
Her outfit was pure white, angelic under the dim white light that poured into the ring. Her white spandex shorts had tiny grey splotches dotting the elastic material, remnants of excitement from just getting into the ring. Her shorts stuck to her like a second set of skin, clinging to her thighs and sliding between her thick rear like a thong. The sweat dripping from her body and the honey dripping from between her legs had made every inch of her outfit stick to her in such a way that forced her to stifle an excited moan. Every bounce of her feet caused her breasts to shift up and down like two balloons floating in a wave pool, but the tight sports bra that clung to her chest made sure they didn’t float away. Finally, her eyes glanced up and she met her opponents gaze head on.
Two eyes made out of buttons stared back at her with lips that were curved up in a sinister smile. Her pointed nose was lightly raised into the air, with frayed whiskers sticking out of her cheeks. Her opponent’s body was like a quilt, patchwork in nature as it sat stitched together with small hues of blue, red and white. Every inch of her was chubby and plump with an extruded belly, arms that crush Lucy in two and thighs that could hold onto Lucy’s head and never let go. Her head tilted ever so gently as if she was looking at Lucy quizzically and thinking of the best way to crush and humiliate her in front of the crowd. Apart from that singular movement, her opponent was otherwise still, inanimate even.
Lucy couldn’t help but notice her opponent’s lack of clothing, not a single crap of cloth draped over the patchwork body that stood across from her. This didn’t really seem to matter though as her opponent also didn’t seem to have any ‘assets’ to speak of. Small patches of fur sat over different sections of the patchwork, making her look fluffy and soft. On any other day Lucy would’ve loved to just cuddle up with this cute little creature, but today she was here to wrestle.
Lucy’s mind ran awash with thoughts of how this match was going to go and some drool was already beginning to soak her tongue in a layer of spit as her eyes ran up her opponents body one more time. Finally her eyes stopped on her opponents crowning feature, two droopy ears. They were long and thin, One dangled down around her plump cheek while the other sat straight up in the air like a radio tower.
Suddenly an announcers voice broke through the gentle thrum of the crowd and boomed around the arena.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight we have a very special event for you. In the white corner, wearing her signature white outfit we have a newbie to the league… LUCY!” Lucy could hear some smatterings of claps with a few cheers and wolf whistles. She blushed slightly, looking into the crowd and giving a tiny wink.
The announcers voice once again boomed. “In the blue corner, you know her, you love her, the champ… SNICKERS!” The entire arena erupted with screams and cheers as the people acknowledged their favorite wrestler of all time. Lucy felt her breath slowly slip from her lips as a tiny bit of red ran across her cheeks. It was slightly nerve wracking going up against someone who was so loved by the crowd.
Seconds later three metallic dings broke the air and the crowd went completely silent. The only noise that could be heard was the light sound of Lucy’s excited breathing as little misty plumes erupted from her lusting lips.
DING DING DING
Lucy clung to the ropes for a moment, not wanting to leave the safety of her corner as bursa bayan eskort her cute feet felt like they had melted into quicksand. The soft canvas was threatening to gobble her up and embarrassment began to flutter around on her cheeks in a beautiful crimson painting. Did she really belong here? Maybe just getting in the ring itself was enough. Maybe she could just slip from the ropes and pretend none of this had ever happened. This experience alone had been more than enough to finish. She was excited, her clit was quivering, her sex was dripping, her nipples were solid. This was definitely enough, wasn’t it?
No.
She pushed from the safety of her corner and felt the chill air of the arena tense her skin as she rushed forward to meet her opponent head on in the center.
The sound of two bodies smashing together exploded with a thud as the crowd sat on the edge of their seat, delighted to see the spectacle of two bodies wrapping around one another like snakes battling for control. Lucy’s hands sunk into her opponents squishy body as she grappled for purchase on the shaking and shifting canvas. Every step felt uncertain, every push and shove felt defensive rather than offensive as her feet began to slip on the slick canvas. She wasn’t gaining any ground like this, instead she was slowly and deliberately being pushed back inch by inch til finally her feet fell out from under her and a gasp was thrown violently from her lips.
“A-Ack!” Her back thudded into the canvas as her head bounced off the ring. She was already seeing stars as her eyes rattled around in her head for a moment before her opponents soft yet heavy body slammed down onto her exposed stomach.
“M..MMGH!” Lucy’s eyes shot wide as spit was thrown form her mouth in a misty plume that crystallized on the air and looked like diamonds floating in space. Her whole body jack knifed, legs going high into the air before smacking back down onto the canvas with a little plop. She rolled her head back and forth on the canvas, trying to handle the pain in her gut as her feet began to kick weakly against the canvas. The pain cracked through her stomach like lightning but it also tickled her between the legs like a hair pull during sex. Her shorts once again stuck to her thighs and her eyes ever so gently flicked up as she stifled another tiny moan. She shook her head again and resumed struggling, trying to rise but failing as the heavy weight atop her made her feel like she was chained to the floor. The canvas began to caress her body, forcing her to sink down deeper into the blue and black hue; like quicksand.
“G-Get off me you fat BITCH!” The words were spit from Lucy’s lips as she kicked and squealed. Suddenly she could feel Snickers’s thighs intertwining with her own. The plush yet heavy legs made short work of her and began to force her legs open, stretching them til they were nice and wide. It felt like she was going to crack straight down the middle like a busted egg as her thighs stretched to their limit. She was being shown off for the crowd, a trophy to be ogled at as everyone got a nice view right between her thighs at the growing stain that was occurring because of the pain.
Her lips curled and grimaced as she once again found her hands sinking into her opponents plushy body like toes sinking into the sand on a beach. She smacked and swatted, grabbing her opponent where there should’ve been an ass and only feeling a plushy, little, poof ball tail that caressed her fingers and squished like a stress ball. Snickers’s chest squished down on Lucy’s features, making her face disappear from view as she sank down into the warm fuzzy fur like a ship sinking into the ocean. Her small moans of pleasure and groans of pain were lost in her opponents body, only coming out as mumbled little silent whispers.
Her head suddenly slipped from her opponents body and the fresh delicious taste of cool air flowed down her lips. She chugged air like it was the only thing she knew, breath flooding her lungs like water from a broken dam before suddenly her thighs widened an extra inch. Her grimace suddenly broke and a massive squeal left her lips as her head tilted fully back.
“mm…mmgh…A-AGHHH!” Her eyes sat clenched shut for a moment before slamming open from the unrelenting pain. Her eyes met Alice’s in the crowd and thick amount of embarrassed blush began to coat her cheeks like red fire against a night sky.
The announcers voice suddenly roared to life, jumping on the titillating action like a wolf launching itself upon a piece of raw meat. “Ooh! Seems Lucy is starting off this match in quite a bad spot. Perhaps the newbie should’ve stayed OUT of the ring.”
Lucy’s cheeks glistened as little tears began to circle the edges of her eyes, her palms slammed into her opponents side as she attempted to unseat the gelatinous mass that was atop her.
How could she be losing to… this?
She didn’t have much time to explore that thought as suddenly she was gifted the opportunity to escape. Snickers’s legs slipped from Lucy’s for the hint of a moment allowing Lucy to stomp her bursa escort bayan feet into the ground and bridge her body high into the air. Her hands quickly slammed one more time into the plushy body on top of her before suddenly she was freed, no longer held down. The canvas slowly raised, freeing her from the quicksand like floor. Relief flooded her legs in an instant and sent a small electric shiver running up her spine that caused a little giggle to run from her lips. It was her turn now.
She spent a second or two gathering her bearings, letting air flood her lungs and clear her reddened cheeks like water falling upon a flame. She rolled herself over, getting to her knees as little pants erupted from her lips like an exhausted dog. She looked down her nose at her opponent, a little sneer traveling over her lips as some words slipped from her lips in a spiteful tone.
“Let’s see how you like it.”
She grabbed her opponent’s plush arm, tugging on it to flip Snickers over onto her fat stomach. Lucy threw herself onto the fluffy back in front of her, sitting pretty with her butt wiggling around on Snickers’s lower back. The canvas moved with her every movement, making them look like a ship that had been lost in open water. Her barely covered pussy grinded along her opponent’s spine, causing little spasms and shocks to erupt through her body as she bit her bottom lip in pleasure. It was time for her to have some much needed fun.
Lucy’s fingers grabbed at the back of Snickers’s head, smooshing her face down into the plush canvas and rubbing it left and right like it was a dirty dish rag being used to clean a plate. Snickers’s head squished down like a waterballoon that was being stepped on. It looked painful with just a dash of humiliating which caused Lucy’s tongue to trail around her soft lips, dripping sticky and sloppy drool. Once again she was leaking, Snickers’s fur becoming sticky to the touch as it dragged between Lucy’s thick thighs.
Lucy leaned down, hovering her lips just above those cute, yet massive, ears. “Yeah? Does that canvas taste good? Come on champ.. how about you do something about it.” Her voice sounded sensual and seductive as she spoke, animalistic in nature.
Her fingers slid around the top of her opponent’s head, feeling that soft fur give way to her fingers as her hands clawed underneath Snickers’s soft little chin. She began to wrench her opponent’s cute head up, cranking it back like it was a lever as she showed off her prize like a barbarian queen. Snickers’s sinister smile and button eyes stared out at the crowd as Lucy cranked her prey back further and further. Every inch added to the devastating camel clutch caused another little spasm to run through her body. She had half a mind to quit now, to finish and move on to the next part of her day but there was something so much more tantalizing about waiting, about letting the sweet song of sex build to it’s ultimate crescendo.
Her voice came out in sexy spurts as she once again showered her opponent in more taunts. “Yeah? Does that feel good? Huh? Come on.. scream for that crowd bitch.”
This time when she heard the crowd in her ears, every single person was cheering for her. Her name was chanted, sounding like the beginning to a spell. Her eyes looked over at Alice who was staring back at her with that loving smile that she always sported.
Once again that annoying announcer’s voice ran through her ears. “It seems the newbie has caused an upset! Let’s see if she can keep it going.”
Lucy slammed the plush head her fingers were currently coiled around straight back into the canvas, slowly getting up from her perch as she waltzed to the ropes like a model on a runway. She looked out at the blurry figures who watched her from the audience, waving a little as she smiled ear to ear. She brought her arms over her head, flexing her… well she didn’t really have much to flex but it was a good pose nonetheless. Once again the crowd showered her in praise and she turned around staring at the body of motionless body of her opponent. A nasty grin spread across her lips as her voice slithered to the surface.
“What’s wrong champ?” Lucy began to slowly walk forward, feet unsteady on the shifting canvas. “Can’t get u- ACK!”
Her foot slipped on the canvas and in true slapstick style she fell forward and landed with a nasty sounding thud. Her vision went dark and her hands searched for leverage on whatever they could find; what she found though was something that caused her to gasp. She had fallen into the last place she wanted to end up, right between Snickers’s thick thighs. She felt those firm thighs form up around her cheeks and clamp down just behind her head to prevent an escape. She could only imagine where her face was as and when her eyes bubbled to the surface for just a second her fears were confirmed. A reverse headscissor with her head planted straight into Snickers’s bum.
Her entire form began to wiggle and twist, trying to escape before things became worse. Her head felt like it was stuck in a sex crazed headache as those solid thighs closed in around her head, crushing her like a vice. Her fingers clawed at Snickers’s legs, trying to give some type of relief from the constant pressure that was quickly spreading across her face. She slapped on her opponent’s ass and punched at the canvas in irritation. Tiny tears began to roll down her cheeks as her entire body shivered in excitement. Feeling were battling away in her body, treating it like it was a battleground while she was stuck in the middle. She wanted more.. but she also wanted to dominate. Her nose pushed into the plush backside of her opponent, sinking in deep as the smother settled in nice and tight. She couldn’t rightly breath and every breath felt tainted with the gross smells of sweat of and sex. Her nose felt like it was on fire and her tongue tried to crawl to the back of her throat. Every time she opened her mouth to scream she gagged. Her feet kicked at the canvas, sounding like drumsticks whacking away on a deep jungle drum. She also bucked her hips, causing her thighs to rub together which in turn caused moans to rush from her lips. She began to play into the role, screeching and playing like she didn’t secretly love every second.
“G-Get OFF! Thi-This isn’t… f-fair! When I get out of this… GET YOUR STINKY FUCKING ASS OFF MY FACE!… M.. Mmgh…” The second the words left her lips a deep guttural moan quickly followed, causing her entire body to spasm like it was getting an exorcism.
She didn’t orgasm.. but she was definitely riding a thin fucking line.
Sweat on her face began to build up and absorb into her opponents thighs, making them slick to the touch; this gave her just enough leeway to slip out from those thighs like butter slipping across a hot pan. She was freed, sitting on her knees behind Snickers with sweat covering her features and redness spreading across her cheeks like a cherry blossom in bloom. Hot breath cascaded from her lips and blew over her sweat soaked tits as she bent over and nearly dry heaved. Her hands sat on her sides and her fingers gently twiddled with her waistband, begging to slide down between those sweat soaked thighs. God did she just want to lay back in one of the corners and finish this but this had been the most fun she’d had all week. She needed this.
“I’m not done yet bitch.”
Lucy threw herself once again upon Snickers’s open back, turning around at the last moment so that she could sit her thick cheeks onto the back of Snickers’s head. She sat fullweight, feeling the plush head under her completely collapse and smear into the soft canvas. They sank down a few inches as she put her opponent in a god awful smother. She even went a bit above and beyond, sliding her feet along the canvas so that she could position them right on her opponents cheeks for extra humiliating flavor. She giggled, giddy with herself as she looked down and blushed softly. The stain on the front of her shorts was growing by the minute and her head was swimming with two things; Wrestling and orgasming.
She began to swivel her hips, building up some pressure between her thighs as her breathing began to quicken. Every little movement of her butt caused Snickers’s face to smear against the canvas, collecting up all the sweat that had accumulated in the ring. Her fingers reached forward greedily, grabbing Snickers’s meaty legs and tugging them back at an obtuse angle. She caused Snickers to look like the letter ‘C’, bending her at a disgusting angle that would make most gymnasts cringe. She leaned back fully into the move, letting her butt press Snickers’s head down fully into the canvas. Her eyes began to roll back into her head as her breath came out in quick bursts like a dragon preparing to spit flame. The thin line she was walking? She felt like she was about to fall off, looking over the edge and debating whether it was time to take the plunge into that beautiful orgasm or not. Her hips were grinding like a whisk in a mixing bowl, building up speed with every twist as little dreamy moans drifted from her lips.
“M..mmgh… mmh…G-God… Y-Yeah.. R-Right there.. I’m gonna be the champ.. F-Fucking loser.. How’s this f-feel huh?” She struggled to make sentences, her spine beginning to feel stiff as control was wrenched from her body. She slowly began to lean over the edge, losing balance with every tiny movement in this delicious hold.
She closed her eyes and took in a massive breath of air.
“Not yet. This could be way better.” She whispered to herself.
She kept her cute little opponent trapped in this hold for another few minutes, humiliating the champ in a move that was practically impossible for her to get out of. Snickers’s entire body was being bent and twisted like a piece of thread being wound around a pencil. Her face was formed up between Lucy’s toes and her nose was smooshed into the canvas, forced to smell and soak up all that disgusting sweat. Not only that, her features kept getting caught on the canvas from Lucy’s incessant wiggling. The thread around her button eyes was beginning to become undone. Her sinister smile now looked more goofy than anything as it sat twisted on her face. Her whiskers were nearly completely bent and skewed while her ears had begun to twist around her head in a terrible mess. Lucy couldn’t see any of this though, instead her eyes were focused on the blurs that made up the crowd.