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Shadow Enterprises Platform Peril Waifu Strip Fight Tournament Two: Round One Fight Sixteen

SJ (Erazer941) vs Suki (Avatar the Last Airbender)



“Two is better than one!” RoboMic said, whooping up a storm obnoxiously in the commentator's balcony box overlooking the lovely clean water of Lake Spectre and the fighting platform several stories high that the stadium risers were built around to view. His double chin touched his collar as he leaned down to drink from a two liter bottle of orange Live Wire Mountain Dew. His sunglasses slipped down his nose. He added, “Two topless busty blondes with big boobs are better than one! Yipee!!”

The competitors on the circular blue fighting platform were very curvy women fighters with fit bodies in exquisite athletic shape due to training and the serum they had been injected with minutes prior. The blonde and brunette set to square off looked confused as they didn't know that Tina of the DOA series was riding up the purple mini platform from under the fighting area to join center stage. Tina had shoulder length blonde hair and only wore bikini bottoms with white straps and some red, orange, and yellow wavy lines on the white crotch covering cloth. The German boxer, SJ, had a Scarlett Johansson sort of look with short hair practically buzzed at the sides and a lot of fluffed bangs and hair atop. She had a guess that maybe her new friend on the island was coming and overstepping her bounds. SJ's body was tan and very sweaty as she was nervous about fighting in a free for all and with mixed martial arts against the Kyoshi warrior in Suki. SJ was topless, wearing navy colored fingerless gloves, navy colored boots, and a navy colored skirt with gold embroidery designs at the bottom that almost covered her entire midsection over flowery lace white panties. SJ's skirt had a band at the top just under her perky orbs that said 'Champ' in gold letters.

“Nobody I know is blonde,” Suki said, looking over her shoulder. Suki, the trim and muscular brunette, had her short hair in a small topknot tuft with a gold band around it and a length at the sides that didn't drop much lower than her chin. Suki had pretty big blue eyes and a nice rack too. Despite being a Kyoshi and of the earth which would normally be green in color, Suki's auburn locks and overall outfit was very red and looked like she was trying to blend in with the Fire Nation. Her burgundy bikini bottoms were made of leather and clingy in places that the drone cameras shamelessly zoomed in on. A red cloth collar with gold lining somehow made Suki's upper body nudity look hotter. She had one red armband over her left bicep and two red forearms sleeves with cloth that ended in two triangles at the back of her hands and palms. These were fancy Shadow Enterprises gloves that could expand with a push of a button and be padded if Suki decided she wanted to box SJ for one round as they had discussed and agreed upon before the fight.

“Woohoo!” Tina said, whipping her arm in a circular motion like she was a cowgirl with an invisible lasso. This made her hooters jumble about. The purple platform was now on the level of the fighting area and just barely touching it. SJ looked disgusted to see Tina. Suki raised an eyebrow, looking almost amused. Tina kicked her foot into a blue duffel bag with blue boxing gloves in it. She said, “Coach Armstrong is here! Us blondes have to stick together!”

“Go away, Tina!” SJ said. “I don't want or need your help. Talking and training with you was cool, but this is too much.” SJ clenched her fists. The serum coursing through her veins made her muscles stand out. The short haired blonde tore off her navy colored skirt and the side seams to be down to just white panties. Fans cheered. SJ said, “You're not getting any rewards for trying to help, so just buzz off!”

“You don't have to give me serum or rewards,” Tina said, hopping onto the blue circular mat. There would've been great views of bouncing gazongas, but Tina hugged SJ from behind, which was also hot and erotic with her boobs squishing into SJ's tan back. Tina said, “Being on camera is a reward for me! If I can prove I can coach you, a tough chick, but just a boxer, to win a death match or two with any and all fighting styles, than this company may hire me as a trainer or put me in a movie or both! I know fans like my body and love some steamy wrestling!”

“I do. I DO I DOOOO!!” RoboMic shouted, leading the praise and fan volume for Tina. Tina took a step back and rubbed SJ's shoulders. SJ elbowed Tina in the boob to get her away.

“You're a distraction,” SJ said. “You're taking my spotlight, bitch!”

“I don't know if you two are friends or are plotting something,” Suki said, “but how about Coach Tina tries to show us something once, and if I knock her off the platform, she stays off.” SJ shrugged and rolled her brown eyes. She blew up at her bangs. Tina stepped forward, puffing out her chest and loving the limelight. SJ slammed an open palm between Tina's shoulder blades to push her forward. Tina walked and squatted, balling her fists and shaking them sporadically. Her assets jiggled all the way up to Suki who stood with perfect balance and posture.

“You're on serum and I'm not,” Tina said, “but I can change that.”

“My opponent is SJ, not you,” Suki said. The brunette with the short styled hair put her arms behind her head and added, “It's like I thought. You just want to fight. You don't want to coach or teach. You got one chance to prove what you're about before I send you spiraling down into the lake water bleeding!” Suki chest bumped Tina.

“Yahoo!” Tina said, flexing a bicep and kissing it. She turned to the blonde German boxer and said, “Watch this, SJ! It's a wrestling move I showed you and more!” When the busty DOA bimbo turned around, her giant orbs were right atop Suki's boobies. It looked really erotic with their faces so close and their chests smashed together. Tina bent down, forcing her knockers down and past Suki's mammary mounds. Tina pulled on the leather waistband of Suki's bottoms, giving her a wedgie. Suki shrieked, blushed, and tried to pick her camel toe. Tina spanked that ass hard, and then snaked her arm around Suki's back to grip the armpit from behind. Tina's other hand went right over Suki's crotch. Tina's thigh muscles rippled. She grunted and lifted Suki's feet off the mat. The Kyoshi warrior felt weakened being touched so sexually. She had repressed her stimulation and that had allowed her guard to be down and for her to be lifted. Tina spun Suki upside-down, and dumped Suki onto her head and shoulders. Suki's serum and healing enhanced bosoms bounced up by her chin and collar, temporarily shielding her embarrassed face. Tina's hand was still on Suki's private area with the brunette's legs trying to close and stop being spread wide. Fans cheered.

“I love wrestling!” RoboMic said.

“Here's the really important part,” Tina said, shooting SJ a quick glance. “I can see it in her eyes and body how horny this first time fighter chick here is feeling. This will get in her head!” Tina grabbed a bunch of leather in front, and then used her other hand to caress Suki's ass humps. Tina used both hands to yank on the leather bottoms. Suki's completely shaven pussy was revealed. She screamed in protest, kicked, and flailed as Tina finished depantsing her quickly. Suki kicked Tina in the head, knocking the topless swimsuit model onto her ass. Tina's tits shook. She balled up Suki's bottoms and tossed them over the edge, grinning. Suki used her core strength, extending both legs, and then landed on her feet.

“You BITCH!” Suki roared, using one hand to cover her nipples, and the other to cover her vag. “Go in and get those back for me!” Suki lifted Tina under the arms. Tina winked and thrust her big bosoms into Suki's rack. Tina swayed her fun bags to slap Suki's sideboobs. Suki unloaded a punch into Tina's belly. Tina's eyes rolled. Her entire body quaked. In putting her hands up to block, Tina whapped her own underboobs. Suki threw a punch that Tina blocked, but both the blonde's arms sent her body moving with the force of the shot. Suki kept her fists clenched and bopped Tina across the mush. Blood and spit flew from Tina's mouth. Tina stumbled. Suki rushed over, ducked low, and gutted Tina with an uppercut to the navel. Suki was on serum and Tina wasn't, so the DOA damsel was really destroyed and buckled. Her eyes went white and she drooled blood, hanging over Suki's fist in a daze of pain.

“Make her fish out your bottoms with her mouth!” RoboMic said.

“Couldn't the healers just get her bottoms?!” the Critic asked.

“NO!!” RoboMic and fans shouted. RoboMic added. “It's a strip fight tournament! Learn the rules. If she wants clothes back, she'd have to jump off the fighting area and take 1 ring out to get anything else to put on, and we want 'em NAKEE!!” The crowd echoed the perverted cyborg's hot take.

“In the water you go, coach,” Suki said, sarcastically emphasizing the word coach. Suki would've kept digging her knuckle into Tina's bruised belly, but the blonde hugged her. Suki walked Tina towards the edge, kneeing Tina in the thighs and quads. As soon as Suki got ready to shake Tina off, the short haired blonde planted a smooch on Suki's unsuspecting lips. Suki yelped and pushed Tina's head away. Tina ducked and put fingers in inappropriate places on Suki's lower front half. Tina put her mouth around Suki's areola and sucked. Suki batted Tina's hands away and karate chopped Tina in the neck to get her teat latching to subside. Suki jumped back from Tina with a strand of saliva on her tit, dribbling down the succulent flesh.

“Yeah!” Tina shouted, sprinting towards the purple platform. She jumped onto it, just barely avoiding Suki's ire and retaliation. Tina added, “That was wrestling plus a little more to give you the edge!”

“I wouldn't stoop to those kinds of tactics,” SJ said. “I don't need to in order to win. Just begone, thot!”

“Whatever,” Tina grumbled. “I got in her head for you. Don't act like that won't help.”

“You're confident,” Suki groused. She sidled behind SJ and smacked the blonde in the back of the head. “You ready to go down?!” Suki moved around to face SJ and got shouldered in the chest. The blonde boxer threw a haymaker punch. Suki leaned back and evaded. Suki's blue eyes sparkled. SJ resorted to trying to kick Suki in the flank already. Suki did a cartwheel over SJ's attack. The nude brunette popped up to the balls of her feet and slammed a hand into the side of SJ's neck. The lingerie model winced, turned, and struck out. Her flailing fist missed the mark. Suki aimed for a torso pressure point. Her hand whacked SJ just inside the flank. The topless boxer bent towards her hip, shuddering.

Thinking her foe would be stunned, Suki clenched a fist to really knock SJ's chin. The nude brunette with the red gloves swung her dominant hand up. She was surprised to see SJ shake the previous impact. The German gal had a strong defense and tough body. Her abs glistened. Suki's cerulean eyes saw SJ's blue gloved fist coming. Suki knocked SJ's head back with a shot under the jaw at the same moment SJ split Suki's lips with a left hook. SJ grabbed the top knot of Suki's hair to steady herself. Suki tried another pressure point to the side of SJ's navel with her knuckles. The aim was a little off and the blonde's abs took the blow with some clenching and strain. SJ guided Suki's face into a punch. It had a lot of power, breaking open skin near Suki's eyebrow. SJ shoved Suki's head down. Suki attacked SJ's arm. SJ hadn't intended to keep the hair hold too long anyway. The topless blonde in her white panties raised a knee for Suki's grill. Suki backed off. SJ kicked up, clipping Suki's sideboob and then ear. Suki struck SJ near the knee on the raised leg with a hand chop. The blonde's balance wavered as her foot went down. Suki kicked SJ in the upper calf.

“Damn!” SJ cursed, hating to have to resort to grabbing again. She couldn't do this sort of thing in boxing. She snagged Suki's red collar with her fingernails. SJ jerked and the cloth tore. Suki sped behind her rival and leaped skyward. Suki's patella plowed into SJ's Cerebellum. The strong blonde struggled to stay conscious. Her white underwear was soaked with sweat and see through. Suki slammed her hand into SJ's spine, using her hand cartilage as an extension of her body like a fan in fighting. SJ arched her back. Her perky tits and cleavage shimmered with sunlight hitting perspiration. Suki kicked out SJ's knee from the side. The blonde's body twirled and her knee hit the mat. Her tan face paled in anguish. Suki jabbed her fingers into SJ's throat and collar. Suki jumped up and landed her knee down against SJ's neck and shoulder. The bare chested brown haired lass, Suki, looked especially jiggly and well endowed with the collar off and from flying around so quickly. Suki used impressive core strength and acrobatics to do a hand stand on SJ's shoulders. She swung her body down and around and careened her knee cap into SJ's vertebrae. The twitching competitor fell face first to the mat and rubbed the padded blue surface on her chin and firm cans. SJ's tight booty swallowed up the panties from the view of her bubble butt. Her body curled. She gasped and sprawled out on the mat with her brown eyes watering and gathering darkness.

“I don't want to rush this,” Suki said, watching SJ's squirming and pathetic army crawl. SJ tried to sit up. She spun around, resting back on her palms, sucking on air desperately. Suki hopped forward like a bunny rabbit and humped SJ in the nose. The blue eyed brunette clenched her thighs around SJ's neck. The blonde's nose in Suki's cooter made the nudist flush and squeal. Suki knocked SJ's head back with an open palm to the bridge of the blonde's nose. From there, Suki was able to press the suffocation and choke. SJ tried to tap out on Suki's leg. She realized that wasn't a thing. Then the blue fingertip gloves curled as she balled her fist to punch Suki's legs. SJ's face blued. She clawed some blood off Suki's upper legs before passing out.

“Did she learn nothing from me?!” Tina griped. “She could've licked that cunt's … Cunt!!”

The audience liked Tina and RoboMic making such perverted comments. Suki rolled her eyes, grabbed SJ's ankles, and quickly chucked the unconscious chick over the edge. SJ regained consciousness on the way down and turned her contact with the water into a graceful dive. Tina reached into the bag with SJ's blue boxing gloves and pulled out a syringe of serum. Suki still had tunnel vision watching SJ swim to the surface. Serum often made users focus on one person like a homing device. Tina injected herself with a very small amount of serum directly into her right boob to get even more OMG growth on her already massive melons. The Shadow announced, “Suki is up one ring out to nothing on SJ!”

“While we wait for my protege,” Tina said, “How about a titfight with trainer Armstrong unless you're chicken and admit my breasts are way bigger and better!”

“Why would I care about that?!” Suki shouted, whipping around. Tina began to step onto the fighting area. Suki saw the syringe and said, “One step onto this platform again, and I'll request the Shadow zap you for interfering!”

The bimbo bikini model, Tina, stepped back. She shrugged and said, “Have it your way. The fans would've loved that, and you shouldn't have been damaged or injured from some harmless chest to chest action.” Tina shook her head and added, “Actually, I'd like a little jolt just to make my bust shimmy!” The Shadow granted that requests. Tina's shoulder length blonde hair sizzled. Her ass and titties shook the most from the light voltage coursing through her gorgeous body.

“OHH YEAH!” RoboMic and Tina said in similar tones of voice, but different pitches.

“You should've sent her down on that platform,” Suki said in grumpy disbelief. SJ had ridden the red platform that Suki felt almost possessive over at this point. Serum could really shake a person's logical and rational brain. SJ set her jaw and punched a fist into her palm. She was wet with lake water and dripping. She stepped onto the platform, glaring at Suki.

“Time to box for round two!” Tina said, tossing one blue boxing glove at SJ. The German gal caught it. Tina said, “Woah! Nice see through panties, SJ! You're yellow blonde... you know! Woohoo! Get a load of that fans!”

“Yeah, I'll play your style this round for a workout and to expand my skill sets,” Suki said, pressing the button on her gloves to put black protective padding over her fingers. SJ put one of her boxing gloves on, walking past Suki with a purposeful intimidation shoulder check to the chest. Suki's jugs looked a little puffed out and too full. Tina helped SJ put on her other boxing glove. Tina gave SJ a shoulder massage and chattered advise and encouragement until getting an elbow in the kidney from SJ. SJ smacked her gloves together and strode towards Suki.

“No grabbing,” SJ said. “Only frontal attacks. You can't attack your opponent's back in boxing like you did to me in round one.”

“You grabbed me and my hair in round one,” Suki said, forking her brown brows down.

“Nothing below the belt,” SJ said. “You ready?!” Suki nodded. SJ launched a jab forward. Suki reeled. The glove thwacked the top of Suki's rack and made her heart do a double take. Suki swung for SJ's temple. SJ blocked. She slugged Suki in the stomach. Suki buckled. She aimed an open hand at SJ's neck. SJ parried, shook her head, and said, “Nah, ah, ah!” Suki rolled her eyes and looked at her gloves to see if there was a way to keep her fists clenched. SJ powered a punch into Suki's mouth and nose. Crimson squirted from the cute brunette's head. Suki got her hands down to block the next round of high blows with her elbows mostly. SJ swung low for Suki's belly-button. Suki crouched and took the abuse to the tits. Her marvelous mounds flattened and billowed. Suki caught SJ in the cheek with a punch. SJ ensnared Suki with a sexy clinch. Suki felt like she wasn't allowed to do anything but rub boobs with her foe. SJ's orbs were hard and they both had erect nips. SJ rifled a right into Suki's ribs. Suki yelped. SJ pushed right on Suki's nipples to create space. Suki curled her fingers around the edges of her aching bosoms. SJ nearly took Suki's head off with a lunge and right hook. The time it took for Suki to make a fist gave SJ the chance to block. Suki's fist ricocheted into SJ's diaphragm and underboob. SJ nailed a blow to Suki's temple. The naked Kyoshi looked dizzy. SJ obliterated the bridge of Suki's nose with a jab. Blood gushed from Suki's nostrils onto her heaving chest. Suki opened and closed her hands with her mind not keeping up. SJ rocked Suki in the mandible. The babe with the slightly bigger and engorged breasts, Suki, hugged SJ in a clinch.

“It looks like things are about to even up as expected!” Tina said. “Am I a great coach or what?! Knock that dumb broad's big fat udders! You could milk her with a couple precise punches!”

“Shut up!” Suki snapped. She struggled to contain SJ's power. The German writhed and got her hands free enough to pepper Suki's tummy with forceful short shots near the navel. Suki groaned and pounded her fists against SJ's back. Suki made an oops face, thinking she'd be reprimanded about boxing rules again. Instead, SJ walloped Suki in the bread basket. Their embrace got closer. Suki spit up blood over SJ's shoulder. Suki's hands slipped down SJ's back. She cupped SJ's Glutes. SJ took Tina's advice and battered Suki's breasts with a half dozen titty rattling swings. Suki moaned and staggered, getting her arms and fists to shield her swollen milk sacks. SJ hooked a punch into Suki's ribs. Suki grimaced and glanced a blow to SJ's temple. Suki's guard was low. SJ took advantage and ripped up a knockout attack. Suki's jaw rotated on impact. Crimson squished from teeth hitting lips. The naked brunette's legs wobbled like a baby deer. Suki fell onto her ass and plopped down hard. Her big jugs sagged with lactate budding at the tips and much bruising all over her torso.

“One, two,” The Shadow said, appearing on the platform to count. Suki got back up before five, and leaped into action with a Superman punch. SJ blocked, but was then open for some body blows. Suki and SJ went back and forth a little; head to body with some good blocking and strategically timed attempts for big punches. Suki bloodied SJ's nose and mouth. SJ worked over Suki's squishy thin stomach. Suki showed great resilience and toughness, getting a black eye and sustaining several doses of head trauma from SJ's super punches. When SJ needed a breath and Suki looked gassed, the topless German in white lingerie bottoms belted Suki in the bongos. This started a negative ripple for the cleaner fighter. The brown haired warrior got pushed back with several punches aiming high and clipping her head, and the rest abusing her breasts. Suki didn't know what to do with her heels at the edge. SJ was superior clinching. Suki was fast, but she felt slow and dumb boxing. She'd taken a lot of damage. SJ cratered Suki's jug with a lethal left. Suki screamed. Blood and lactate sprayed. Red saliva bubbled at Suki's cut kissers. SJ stung a punch into Suki's kidney. Suki hunched. SJ punched down atop Suki's head. She raised her knee for Suki's bust to flatten on. Dairy dribbled down Suki's melons onto SJ's leg and white panties. Then SJ broke Suki's jaw with an uppercut. Suki likely could've gotten up before ten seconds if she had fallen down on the mat. Unfortunately, she went over the edge.

“It's all tied up now!” The Shadow declared.

Suki's back splatted in the water, jarring her body, and injuring her further. Suki didn't drop low into the water, but she swam to the dock ladder, looking pained and slow. Suki took off her gloves and left them on the wooden dock to ride back up to the fighting area. Tina jumped up and down, pumping her fists and hyping SJ. RoboMic's hand movements under the commentator's table were up and down until the Shadow zapped him for misbehaving. “It looks like she don't wanna box you now, SJ!” Tina gloated. “You beat her real good! Yipee! You mauled the milk out of her dumb tits! You've got her weak and right where you want her. Some wrestling moves I showed you and you're moving on for sure!”

Despite trying to wash off in the lake, Suki still sweat and had lactate smeared in between and all over her oversized mounds. One nipple still bled and stung like crazy. Suki rode the red platform up, feeling tired, but enraged. She didn't see Tina give herself another small dose of serum in the opposite tit from earlier. Tina was near 4mL where Suki and SJ had started with 10mL each and had been using that energy up rapidly.

“You were stupid to box me for so long,” SJ said, throwing her gloves at Suki. Suki didn't bother to dodge. She turned though so that the blood covered boxing gloves would hit her back and booty. SJ added, “I slowed you down. You're done.”

“You think so?!” Suki asked, clenching her fists.

“Them milky udders still look ripe for a squeeze despite the discoloration and all we did to them!” Tina exclaimed. She smirked and taunted Suki by gesturing for her to come hither with both hands moving rapidly to show her palms and fingers curling upward.

“You're obnoxious!” Suki said. “You're going over! Fine with you, SJ?!”

“Do what you want with your little power left,” SJ said. “Stupid.”

“I have plenty of power and energy!” Suki declared, sprinting for Tina. The busty brunette was a blur of speed. She leaped onto the purple mini platform and got behind Tina. Tina turned around and caught Suki's punch. Suki's other fist hit Tina's tummy. Tina scrunched her nose and headbutted Suki. The brunette's healed nose broke again. Suki yelped. She socked Tina in the crotch, trying to deal low blows for sexual attack retribution. Tina liked it and got stronger, wrapping Suki up in a bearhug. She arched Suki's back, getting crackles and pops of spine segments. Suki bit her lips to not scream. Tina licked and tongued Suki's teats. Suki kicked free. She landed in a crouch, and plowed her shoulder into Tina's stomach. Tina was almost knocked off, but the stood her ground. The blonde batted Suki in the ear. Tina kneed Suki in the gut. Tina clapped her hands against Suki's breasts. Suki couldn't take that sort of punishment any longer. She put her hands down and her face was open for Tina to rock back and hop on one foot before throwing a bomb of a punch. Suki's normal looking jaw got rearranged again. Her body went down. She grabbed the edge of the mini platform with white knuckles with all of her twitching and voluptuous body still fully on the purple platform, but at the edge.

“If she goes off, it's over,” The Shadow said.

Tina hummed and smiled. She grabbed Suki's ankle and stroked Suki's c**t. Tina slung Suki back towards the blue platform. The brunette's ribs crashed and broke against the metal edge of the platform. Her ballooned gazongas leaked filmy white juice onto the padded top of the mat. Suki slipped, trying to pull herself up and seeing SJ stomp at her tits. Suki gripped the edges of the mat with the rest of her body hanging over and dangling. SJ looked down at Suki and said nothing. Her stare was cold and hard. Her heels were even harder. SJ stomped Suki's fingers. Suki howled and let go, hanging by one hand. SJ said, “I defeated a Kyoshi warrior.” She stomped Suki's hand multiple times. Suki yelled and tried to get a hold with her other bloody hand. Fingers were broken. SJ kicked Suki's hand. She mashed her heel over Suki's darkened digits. Suki leaned forward to bite the mat. SJ slammed her foot between Suki's eyes. The force was too much and the mat was too slippery. Suki fell off, flailing her arms the entire way down. SPLASH!

“SJ wins by two ring outs to one!” The Shadow said. “She moves on to the next round to finish the first round of this year's waifu tournament!”

“I can't say I was happy with this one,” The Critic said. “The better fighter lost.”

“What are you talking about?!” RoboMic asked. “This was great, and a great outcome!”

Suki was hurt and frustrated. She hadn't been killed, but she had lost a fight she should have won. She had stupidly been goaded into fighting Tina. Suki's friends, Toph, and Katara had much different takes. Katara was sweet and gentle. Toph claimed that Tina needed to be get a DDT from the Blind Bandit and this had been cheating.

Things calmed down, and Suki accepted her defeat graciously. It wasn't often that both women fighters could get some short term healing and stay around to do VIP. Fans liked this. The list of Shadow Enterprises rankings for the 32 contestants with half powers blockers taken into consideration was finally displayed and steered a lot of conversation. Return fighters showed good serum control and advanced power on the whole. Newbies Kate and SJ were ranked last tied at 31st, but had both advanced. 30 Lily(x), 29 Josie(x), 28 Bulma(x), 27 Julia(x), 26 Vivi(x), 25 Asami(x), 24 Cana(x), 23 Suki(x), 22 Lucy(x), 21 Nami(x), 20 Rebecca S, 19 Toph, 18 Rebecca B(x), 17 Samus, 16 Helena, 15 Tina(x), 14 Hitomi, 13 Honoka(x), 12 Mai, 11 Flare, 10 Ty Lee(x), 9 Robin, 8 Katara, 7 Boa, 6 Mirajane(x), 5 Ultear, 4 Azula(x), 3 Minerva, 2 Korra, 1 Android 18:

The Azula upset could be explained by her going crazy a bit and Toph being underrated. Mai had help from powers blockers and Boa petrifying Mira for that upset. SJ over Suki here was the only other real upset that the company theoretically wouldn't have picked. Lucy and Plue's bracket was still perfect. The 3 Fairy Tail girls had lost in round one, but they were the only ones to pick their very unique bracket moving forward. The rest of the tournament was sure to be good!

 

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EMCASA Candy Lips Team Death Match: Ozana L and Bianca Juicy vs Alexis Ren and Sara C



Not every day at the lovely Spanish Foxy Corp estate could have a sexfight, but almost every day did. Megan had seemed pissed off that Bianca Juicy had been running the show after a few surprise wins, but now Megan didn't seem to care. She liked hosting parties, get togethers, and scheduling days out to flaunt her assets as well as her friends and how strong and sexy they were. Many of the fighting models had been out all day at a festival with music, food, dancing, drinking, etc. The tiled basement with the fighting cage was a popular place to cool down. Couches, a fridge, and several items had been added to the space to make it more like a party room.

It wasn't uncommon for some of the better and more experienced fighters to take on and tame a protege, teaching them discipline, new and effective styles of fighting, and how to be amazing in the sack. The Romanian brunette, Sara, had taken thin American blonde, Alexis Ren, under her wing. Alexis had been loyal like a puppy ever since Sara humiliated Alexis in a fight in Shadow Tower on Pongeo Island. Sara had worn down and fucked the fiery thin surfer girl several times with brutal beat downs and humbling sexual domination. Alexis didn't like crowds lately and especially when she was horny and wanting alone time with Sara. The twiggy blonde rolled her eyes and sighed as the basement was filled with spectators male and female. Alexis wore a skimpy black dress that looked crooked and like she didn't care. A thin line of black fabric went over her collar attached to the long sleeves. It looked like she wore two strapless black bras, but one was part of the dress. Alexis's lean tummy and navel were on display. She wore open toed black high heels. Many of the women who had gone to Megan's “dark” festival event had worn black. Alexis pursed her healing enhanced lips and put her hands on her hips. She couldn't decide if she wanted to be the aggressor with Sara to force some alone time, or if she wanted to just get on her hands and knees and start eating Sara's ass.

The kinky sexfighting fan favorite, Sara, was very popular no matter where she went. This was irritating to Alexis, who was a celebrity in the states, but looked over as a sexfighter. Sara had long brown hair kissed with blonde streaks from the sun. Her eyes were entrancing and could be so intense. Alexis wanted to suck the dark red gloss of Sara's voluptuous kissers. The strapless black dress on Sara's body fit her upper half snug with a thick silver studded belt clasped tight around her waist. The skirt part was so short that when Sara moved, it was frequent for the fabric to swish and for her butt cheeks and skin tight black boxers to be seen. Sara talked to the new Shadow Enterprises guy, Hudy. The man certainly had charm, connections, and good ideas. He was very easy to get along with, but Alexis wasn't a big fan of him due to the blossoming relationship between him and Sara. He wasn't bad looking; fit, some lean muscle, very tan skin, exuberant, energetic, and healthy, and with a touch of gray in his short black hair. He didn't dress that well anymore; mostly adorning casual apparel. Alexis had to walk over to Sara to get her girlfriend's hand back. Alexis smacked Sara's ass, and groped her possessively. Alexis put her hands in Sara's top. Sara and Hudy didn't really react at all. The Foxy Corp bots around all wore sunglasses, but seemingly had bigger facial reactions and ticks to Alexis groping Sara, considering they didn't smile or frown.

The current EMCASA bad girl and leader, Bianca Juicy, fiddled with a thin black spaghetti strap on her onyx colored dress to show off more cleavage. She was trying to tempt Hudy and many others with her enormous breasts. She glared at Alexis and said, “Adults talking now, you sniveling little rookie bitch. If I want to whoop up on some talentless, ugly hack, I'll whistle for ya.” Sara moved Alexis's hands, clenched her own fists, and got ready to say a vicious rebuttal.

Hudy cut in quickly, “Alexis has been fighting really well lately. Sara's training must be top notch.”

“They're both garbage,” black haired beauty, Ozana said. Juicy and Ozana laughed. Ozana, the up and coming Romanian sexfighter flirted with Juicy, rubbing her tight buns against Juicy's crotch. Ozana wore a sleeveless black dress with ruffles and frills on the skirt part, shoulders, and neckline. Unlike the well endowed Juicy, Ozana had on a black bra under her dress to give a little extra push and girth to her perky front. Juicy put her hand around Ozana's waist and on her belly.

“If you think we're trash,” Sara said, “put your money where your mouth is and fight us right now!” By now, the animosity was drawing a crowd. People cheered. Megan sighed, rolled her eyes, and puffed a dark purple vape cloud in disgust.

Juicy attempted to flex and intimidate, pulling her leg up. Ozana helped give Juicy's thigh an extra shove. The bustiest broad's lower appendage nearly kicked her own chin, and definitely separated her big juicy tits. Juicy raised an eyebrow to the giggling Ozana and then said to Alexis and Sara (mostly Sara), “That's what the cage is for. I'll stick this heel up your tight ass, Sara!”

“I'll break your fucking leg, ho!” Alexis chimed in.

“How about a team death match?!” Ozana asked. “I know I'm everyone's favorite now.” Ozana winked and blew a kiss. She gave Juicy a side hug, and posed for a few pics in this erotic embrace. Ozana added, “I'll partner with this fat cow of a bitch with the oversized udders. We'll fuck on top of your corpses, and then maybe I'll even break Juicy here with my jiujitsu.”

“Challenge accepted,” Juicy said, licking Ozana's armpit. Juicy shivered. She tongued Ozana's sweaty cleavage mounds, flushed, and trembled.

“What flavor is that for you?!” Hudy asked with scientific interest.

“Like I'd tell you what my favorite flavor is,” Juicy said. She scoffed and tossed her long black hair in Hudy's direction.

“You're not a favorite now, Ozana!” Alexis shouted. “You're no different than me! You got trained by Antonia just like Sara and at the same time, but you're not good, and you didn't turn into a mentor! Now you're whoring around trying to be a Foxy Favorite! Well, I don't care if you taste like my favorite food or dessert! I'm not interested. Your freak healing bullshit means nothing when you're covered in blood and dead under my buns, bitch!”

“You think you're going to sit on her face?” Juicy asked. “That's rich. Not as rich as Ozana. Mmm.”

“Did you all want the CLS Candy Lips Serum?” Hudy asked. “It's supposed to just affect your mouth and your most private area with whatever your personality, fighting style, and Feng Shui seem to push towards, but it is experimental. Even before a healing or with healing alterations like Ozana asked for, you could perspire a candy taste or have other bodily fluids also being sweet.”

“Don't say that Chinese crap and shit like Fang sway,” Juicy said. “Your eyes get all weird when you smile, but you look... Never mind. Yeah. Let's all have the CLS.”

“I hope after you die, your mutation to taste like everyone's favorite dies too,” Alexis said, shaking her fist in Ozana's face. Ozana shrugged and grinned like she knew she was going to keep her taste.

“How is the cage set up again?” Juicy asked. F1, the biggest and first male bot who always wore a suit and sunglasses stepped forward to answer.

“When the doors close it locks for five minutes,” Hudy said.

“Cool,” Juicy said, rubbing her hands together. “Keep it that way. Give me some of that sweet CLS, F1! Now, you stupid tin can!”

“You can't just take me into the cage for love making right away,” Ozana said, shaking her head and getting one of the female androids to inject her.

“You probably don't need the CLS,” Sara said, but Ozana got it anyway. Ozana pulled into her dress, pulled off her bra, and waved it like a trophy. Alexis snatched syringes from Hudy and then injected Sara in the booty. Alexis slammed the plunger of another serum with its needle tip in her own neck. She roared and began to bulk up a bit.

Juicy wasted no time. She kicked Alexis in the flank. All of the women would start fighting in their dresses and heels. The Foxy Corp androids pushed back the spectators to not get involved or hurt being too close to the fight. Juicy tried to stomp Alexis's foot and missed. Juicy's jugs jiggled. Alexis threw a big right punch. Juicy put her arms up to block. Her elbow deflected Alexis's fist. The blonde's knuckles slammed into the sideboob of the chestiest chick. Ozana kicked so high. Sara's eyes noticed Ozana's lacy black panties. The side of Ozana's foot slammed into Alexis's cheek and jaw. The leggy blonde flailed and crashed into the side of the closed cage. Juicy grabbed strapless bra cloth on her blonde foe and pulled. That cheap cloth part of the dress came off. Juicy kneed Alexis in the stomach. Alexis tried to block with her hands. Ozana spun, attempting a KO roundhouse to Alexis's grill. Sara hopped and countered with a powerful kick of her own, to protect her lover. Sara's black high heels were very heavy with a lot more shoe material than the open-toed versions the other women wore. Sara and Ozana's legs knocked. Sara grabbed Ozana under the armpits and tossed her backwards. Sara had to resist the urge to lick her own hands and fingers, smelling chocolatey goodness.

As Bianca Juicy hunched to throw gut busting punches, her big melons dangled. The serum dart she'd put into her tits had made her orbs grow and expand. Her fun bags flopped about and exposed her nipples which looked milky already. Juicy pounded a fist past Alexis's blockers into her abs. Alexis gasped. Juicy grazed Alexis's jaw with a punch. Sara kicked Juicy in the spine. Her tan back was bare there. Juicy's engorged bongos protruded as she arched her back. Alexis raked her nails over Juicy's boob, tearing dress cloth and drawing blood.

“I'll take Sara!” Ozana shouted, leaping back into the fray for a cross body slam. The gorgeous frames of the Romanian fighting females fit almost like puzzle pieces as they collided. Sara and Ozana went down. Ozana was on top. She elbowed Sara in the temple, bit her adversary's lip, sucked, and tried to throw some short jabs. Sara rolled over and sent Ozana tumbling with a big shove.

Alexis knifed a left handed punch into Juicy's kidney. The blonde with her belly on display had already pulled one strap of Juicy's dress off her arm. Juicy's knocker with the fingernail scratches on it looked even more swollen as Alexis plowed her patella into the meaty billowy flesh. Alexis slammed her elbow into the side of Juicy's head. Sara and Ozana sort of watched this happening. Juicy hit Alexis hard enough in the stomach to fold her, but unfortunately, Alexis's buckling reaction led to a headbutt to Juicy's face. Blood flew. Juicy flailed. Her back hit the wall. Alexis pulled on Juicy's dress, shredding it clean off her curvy body. The well endowed EMCASA leader was down to a see through black thong wedged tight between her sweaty legs. Alexis kicked Juicy in the face. The topless broad was barely able to block. Juicy spit blood, tried to shake off the head trauma, and raced forward. Alexis showed her kicking prowess. Her foot blasted Juicy's belly and her squishy underboobs. Juicy hung over Alexis's leg, looking weak. Alexis grabbed Juicy's hair, and forced the villain's face into the side of the cage door. Crimson flecked off Juicy's nose and face as she squealed in protest. Alexis raked her nails into Juicy's back and kneed Juicy between the legs from behind. Juicy's milky mammary mounds got pressed hard against the cage wire. Alexis snatched Juicy by the hair, dragged her into the cage, and slammed one of the doors shut. “Come on in and let's fuck her together before the kill,” Alexis said.

Sara shook her head and headed for the opening. Ozana threw her entire body into the door, to swing it closed with a CLANG! Alexis looked dumbfounded and enraged. Juicy impaled the blonde's foot with a heel. Alexis screamed, whipped around, and sent Juicy flying with an uppercut to the chin. The topless bimbo landed on her ass with her back against the cage so she was sitting up with her legs open and her arms and head drooped.

“You can't even handle the easy fight,” Ozana said, shaking her head. She grappled with Sara, showing better upper body strength. Sara crouched and kneed Ozana in the quad. Sara tripped Ozana and they released hands. When the Romanian rivals turned to face another, Ozana snatched Sara by the wrist. Sara kicked Ozana in the mandible. The model with the jet black hair, Ozana, fell down, and was not shy about keeping her legs open to exhibit her wet pussy. Sara wondered how long Ozana had been wearing no bottoms. Sara had respected Antonia's choice to be more of a lover with Ozana and to let Sara and Mandy chart their own paths as students, but Sara was finding that she wanted more intimate fighting or down time with Antonia and Ozana now.

“Pay attention, Love!” Alexis said, reaching through the cage grating to grab Sara's shoulder. “Give me your belt so I can tie her up in here.”

“I don't know,” Sara said, noticing Juicy stir. “She's getting up.”

“Just DO IT NOW!” Alexis demanded, getting anxious and handsy. Sara unbuckled her belt and forced it through a link in the cage. Sara's expanded bust made the dress top fold down and reveal her perky bosoms. Alexis turned with the belt just in time for Juicy to grab Alexis by the mouth. Juicy pushed Alexis's head down into a flying knee. Scarlet sprayed onto Sara's body. Sara tore off the rest of her dress. Her black boxers were skin tight and she had massive camel toe. Ozana slid on the ground to stab deep into Sara's calf with a kick. Ozana bounced up to the balls of her feet, shouldering Sara's stomach. Ozana plowed her palms into Sara's chest for the pressure point heart stopping blow. Sara's body swayed. She couldn't move her limbs temporarily. Ozana grabbed Sara's arm and jerked. Ozana didn't have time to drop to the ground for a submission move there as Sara began to resist. There was a pop sound as Ozana wrenched Sara's arm, and slung the topless Romanian over her shoulder. Sara's pert derriere hit the ground. Her vertebrae gave a shiver. She figured Ozana would go for another pressure point and dove onto the ground to evade. Ozana had flipped and aimed her heel at Sara's collar; only to miss and get recoil from slinging her body about so recklessly.

Inside the cage, Juicy had unarmed Alexis of the belt. She had weakened Alexis a little and had focused on embarrassing and stripping the blonde nude. Alexis's dress was like dark confetti on the black and white tiled floor in the cage. Alexis had Juicy in a headlock. The naked blonde slugged her pathetic Barbie proportioned bop bag in the face and breasts several times. Juicy choked and fingered Alexis. Alexis moaned. Juicy put her fingers to her own mouth, gasping. Alexis kneed Juicy in the crotch. Juicy's face turned blue, but she sucked on her fingers and said, “You taste like orange sorbet.” Sara was distracted by this revelation, and got her arm yanked painfully again. Juicy's tongue hung out. Her eyes rolled. Her body gave a spasm. Her tits shook, and then she passed out with her vulnerable neck in the crook of Alexis's arm.

“I bet you taste like trash, you ratchet cunt!” Alexis shouted, slamming her unconscious foe's back down hard. Juicy's delicious body automatically curled into the fetal position – or at least tried to. Alexis spread the raven haired damsel eagle with her arms and legs open wide. Alexis sat on Juicy's face and said, “Eat my ass, and die!” The lanky blonde grabbed upper rungs of the cage. She twerked and grinded, bumping her bean on Juicy's busted nose. The mounted maiden gained consciousness and flailed. Her mountainous breasts were like puffed ice cream cones with hard tip nips. Alexis spun around to see this, covering her mouth as her cooter got licked and slurped. Alexis hammered Juicy's tits, clapped them, and attacked to mar and destroy. Alexis wanted to rip Juicy's tits off. She pounded the mounds to sag to the side. Alexis bent over and licked Juicy's vajayjay. The naked blonde smacked her lips and sat back, suffocating the busty bisexual in tight Glutes. Alexis pinched and prodded the black and blue boobies of her opponent, saying, “She's so vanilla. … Cake and ice cream.” Alexis milked Juicy's teats and got a spray of lactate. It went into Alexis's mouth and was refreshing. Alexis dragged her tongue down Juicy's cleavage and belly line to the pool in her navel. Then Alexis brushed Juicy's bottoms aside with her nose and dove in for some French vanilla coochie.

“Don't get carried away!” Sara advised, blocking a neck strike from Ozana. Ozana hugged Sara in a clinch. She pulled on Sara's hair. Their legs tangled. Ozana smooched Sara. She tasted like heaven! No calories, no bloating; just the best flavors in the world dancing on and tantalizing Sara's tongue. Ozana pulled Sara's hair from behind and wrestled her to the ground.

“Yum,” Ozana said, winking. “Strawberries. I'll call you strawberry shortcake!”
The Romanian ground experts swung their arms with their hands laced. While sitting, their crotches bumped, scissoring, and tribbing. Ozana's dress flew up onto her creamy white thighs. There was a lot more perspiration and fluid than normal everywhere. Sara and Ozana kissed again. Sara's rack docked atop Ozana's. Ozana elbowed Sara in the chest and then the neck. Sara heard the doors to the cage click open. She heard Juicy and Alexis both moaning. Sara wrapped her legs around Ozana's back to keep her put. She tried to look, but Ozana scratched her face and pulled her hair. Sara heard several loud thuds and what sounded like Alexiss groaning and gasping. Ozana wrestled Sara's arms down. Sara attempted to snake her leg up around Ozana's neck. Then a shadow loomed over Sara's body. A razor sharp heel point stabbed Sara between the shoulder blades.

“This match is as good as over!” Ozana exclaimed, wriggling free of Sara's coil. Ozana stood up. Juicy grabbed and raised Sara's arms into the air. Ozana kneed Sara in the jaw. She stepped on Sara's belly and boob, trampling her. Sara squirmed, feeling new puncture wounds. Juicy's sweat drops were rich, creamy, and delectable.

“Get naked already, slut!” Juicy said, slapping Ozana's ass, and grabbing the dress from the back. Ozana patted her tooshie to be a tease. Juicy tore Ozana's dress off. The nude brunette skipped into the cage. Sara got up and ran for the cage door. Juicy jumped inside and slammed the door in Sara's face. Ozana went to the other door and shut it. Sara was locked out for five minutes. She sighed, but then grabbed the metal links with white knuckles, watching.

The topless vixen eyed her partner with hunger in her dark eyes. Ozana gave a stunned and bloody Alexis a peck on the lips. Ozana sat down and put Alexis in an arm submission. Ozana torqued Alexis's arm. The naked blonde shook her daze and cried in a shrill panicked tone. SNAP! Ozana broke Alexis's arm. Alexis shook like a leaf. Ozana then shifted into a leg submission. She fingered Alexis. When there was enough sticky goop on Ozana's fingertips, she sensually slurped it off. Juicy took Sara's belt, and tied it tight around Alexis's neck. Juicy kicked and attacked Alexis's throat. Alexis's body and neck looked elongated lick a tortured giraffe. SNAP! Ozana broke a leg. Alexis's head slammed back into the cage. She wailed in agony with her mouth agape. Juicy humped Alexis in the head and then tied the blonde's hands together behind her back against the cage rungs with Sara's belt. Ozana remained on the ground, transitioning to the other leg for gnarly bending and twisting. Ozana fisted Alexis in the glory hole and the B hole. Sara couldn't help Alexis as her foes purposefully had Alexis strung up sitting where the cage touched against the basement wall. Juicy grabbed a strap-on dildo from an android and got busy banging Alexis in the ear, the mouth, and then the armpits. Ozana wasn't even trying to cripple Alexis's leg that hadn't been broken now.

Finally after Alexis was fucked and finger banged nearly to death with fake jizz puddling in her busted mouth from Juicy's plastic shlong, the cage doors clicked open. Sara raced in.

“Too late!” Juicy taunted. The topless vixen bent over, dangling her prized hooters, and clutched Alexis's broken leg. The blonde's shaved private area slid on the tile, leaving an orange liquid substance behind; unless Sara was imagining it. Juicy ripped off Alexis's leg. A spout of gore painted the wall. Juicy licked the leg like it was a drumstick, and then slammed it over Alexis's head. Juicy rammed her rod into Alexis's mouth, putting her back to Sara. Ozana tore off Alexis's other leg, completing the team's dismemberment of Alexis's lower limbs. Ozana jumped up, wielding Alexis's leg like a battering ram. Sara kicked it out of her Romanian rival's hands. Sara rammed her head into Ozana's neck. The naked flavorful one slipped in bodily fluid and crashed into the cage on her hiney. Sara whipped around, expecting an attack from Juicy. Juicy put her hands on her hips and said, “I like strawberry, but I want to eat her.”

This betrayal distracted Ozana enough to let her guard down. Sara kicked Ozana in the side of the head. Sara dropped her knee cap down into Ozana's belly. She grabbed Ozana's wrist and jerked her opponent's shoulder out of the socket – pop! As Sara stood up, Juicy thundered forward, jiggling like a Baywatch babe. Sara tumbled out of the way. Juicy obliterated Ozana's pretty face with a patella smash. Juicy mounted Ozana, fucking her, kissing her, tasting her, and beating her while she was down and needing to recover.

Sara went over to her dying counterpart. Sara got her lips on Alexis's yoni. Juicy's vanilla flavor was a nice mix with the orange, but Sara was still angered by the treatment to Alexis. Sara got a strap-on for herself and motioned for Hudy, Robert, or other men watching to get in the cage next. Sara had a feeling the fight was about over and she thirsted for some serious humiliation and retribution. Sara made out with Alexis and porked her missionary as the legless blonde took her last breaths. With Alexis dead, Sara decided to wake Juicy from her gluttonous fornicating by snapping Alexis's neck. The blonde's open mouth still clung to the head of Sara's sex toy tip. Juicy tapped the shaft of hers against Ozana's sideboobs.

“Just you and me now,” Sara said.

“No,” Juicy said. “Ozana is on my team too, but I'll kill you both and have my fun and my fill.”

The Romanian powerhouse, Sara, adjusted her sleek black boxers. Juicy picked her thong wedgie. Juicy tried to impale Sara's shin. Sara blocked with her foot. Juicy reached for Sara's hair. Sara grabbed Juicy's add on. Sara yanked the stiff fake wang with murderous intent, splitting the plastic cylinder off its base. Juicy's body contorted as she tried to stay standing. Sara kicked Juicy just below the ribs. Juicy's eyes opened wide and watered. Sara pushed the detached dong between Juicy's jumping jugs on the way to gagging and silencing her with the hollowed out stick. Sara blocked a punch. Their knees knocked. Juicy blocked Sara's punch as Sara tried to break Juicy's teeth with a mouth punch. Juicy stupidly put her hands to the plastic in her mouth instead of just spitting it. Knuckles to the ribs and then a knee to the diaphragm folded Juicy once again. The topless lingerie model couldn't straighten up. She gasped with her hooters hanging down. Sara spun on the tile and leaped high with a devastating roundhouse kick. Juicy's jaw broke on contact. Her body spun and she flopped onto her naked cushioned front in a bloody daze.

“My first order of business is breaking you as you did to my Alexis,” Sara said, focusing on a feeble and barely rising Ozana. Ozana gave Sara the finger. She put her hands in the air, offering cunnilingus. Sara knew better than to fall for this trap. She grabbed Ozana's hand, broke three fingers, and then rammed her heel into Ozana's open mouth. Sara dropped her knee into Ozana's belly. She cracked Ozana's Cerebellum down onto the tile with a rocket punch downward into Ozana's eye. Ozana reached up for the cage to try and get up. Sara noticed Juicy army crawling on her huge boobs. Sara secured Ozana's grip onto the cage link and stomped Ozana at the elbow. CRACK!

The slithering snake, Juicy, passed on attacking Sara to munch Ozana's carpet. Sara wrapped Ozana's broken arm around her neck. Sara choked Ozana out with her own arm until it was too much pressure on the broken appendage, and the limb burst into two pieces. Sara kicked Juicy in the side of the head. Juicy rolled over on her back in ecstasy. Sara face fucked Ozana, running her hands through Ozana's hair. Ozana's sweat and tears spritzing into the air and Sara's mouth were delicious. Sara grabbed Ozana's ears and began twisting the head. Juicy touched herself, watching as Sara broke Ozana's neck ninety and then one hundred and eighty degrees. The dildo was ruined in Ozana's dead body now.

Clearly fatigued, Juicy still thought she could win. The deviant with double D's tried to tackle Sara. Juicy sliced her nails into Sara's shorts, depansting her. The feuding females spun. Sara threw Juicy. The black haired bimbo laughed, holding some of Sara's hair. Juicy didn't look where she was going and tripped over Alexis's corpse. Juicy twirled forward and crashed into the cage door chest first. One of the beefier male celebrities that Megan had been trying to hook up with had taken some serum and exposed himself. He held Juicy's wrists, and had no trouble sneaking his hard banana shaped member past Juicy's see through panties. He slammed his chest and body into Juicy's torso like a berserker. Sara grabbed another dildo. She accidentally pressed the release button, and realized there was serum in it. The cage doors opened, shaking off the guy busting a nut inside Juicy. Juicy shut that door, winking and blowing kisses to the male stud. Her ass was so tight over the thong in the back. Sara pulled Hudy into the cage and shut the door. She put serum onto her hand and forced Hudy to ingest some. She could tell he was intrigued, aroused, and curious to enter something like this.

Sara tried to unzip Hudy's khaki pants, but peeled the garment off his legs like a banana peel. From there, the button on his boxers couldn't contain his hard throbbing wood. Sara resisted the urge to jump into his arms and ravage him. He pointed to Juicy. Juicy swung a punch. Sara caught it. She twisted Juicy's arm. Juicy yelped. Sara squirted what was left of the CLS out of the dildo and then forced the phallus up Juicy's tight behind. Juicy's rump clenched and Sara spanked it hard. Sara chest bumped Juicy and the nearly nude brunette fell onto her hip. Sara said, “Come on, Hudy, let's double team her.”

“I'm not done!” Juicy protested. Sara kicked the sitting duck in the temple. Juicy flopped over. Her ear bled. Sara pulled Juicy up by her hair and then draped the loser over her shoulders in a fireman's carry. Sara dumped Juicy onto her dome, splitting skin at Juicy's hair line. The big breasted bad girl was as good as done. Hudy's earthy green eyes glanced at Juicy's heaving chest. Then he focused on Sara and cupped her ass.

The Romanian gal hopped and curled her legs around the man who'd introduced CLS and several other good and innovative things. He entered her and kissed her. He tasted like cherry limeade. They banged into the side of the cage in coitus several times. Hudy wanted Sara's arms up and her feet on the floor. He liked boob play and face to face first. Sara was able to turn around and get doggy style too, which Hudy seemed to enjoy with his firm hands covering and squeezing her perky orbs. Sara pulled the dildo out of Juicy's butt and beat her head with it. Juicy woke up. Sara planted the arch of her foot brutally into Juicy's neck. The pugilist in soaked panties hung on to life by adrenaline alone. Juicy got on her hands and knees to try and suck off Hudy. She had great form, using her hand to tickle his balls and rub it when her mouth wasn't over it. Hudy pushed her head away and didn't want oral or her touching his testicles. He held Juicy's arms in the air while Sara got down to tongue Juicy's pussy. Hudy fucked Juicy between the boobs while Sara tasted the bliss of three different women in Juicy's snatch. Juicy had a squirting orgasms right before Hudy unloaded a repressed and giant load of cum all over Juicy's slutty face and gigantic bosoms.

The naked Romanian and the well liked healer did not draw too much ire from a jealous crowd since they both were so likeable. Sara threw Juicy down like a sack of potatoes. She humped Juicy in the face and clamped her legs around Juicy's neck. Juicy was eager to please on her last signs of life. Hudy got on his hands and knees, holding Juicy's ass off the ground while he humped her with another full load and big boner full of cherry limeade baby batter. Sara swiveled her hips, cranking Juicy's neck to no return. Sara's tight rear touched the tile. Juicy's head and face were still burrowed into Sara's private area. Juicy's wet black hair bounced on her boobs. Each one of Hudy's thrusts clapped Juicy's tits into her own broken and bruised body and ribs. Sara saw the job Alexis had started in clawing Juicy's boobs. Sara pounded and groped Juicy's tits. Hudy winked at Sara and leaned in to kiss her. Juicy gave a couple last twitches, making Sara very horny atop her. Sara manhandled Juicy's tits, milking her dry for a dairy explosion fatality. Juicy's lactate looked strawberry with blood, but Hudy and Sara didn't bother to taste it. They had a hard time calming down and separating, yearning for each other and a longer duration of sex on serum. They were smart, poised, and willing to split to allow healers to come in and bag the three dead women.

“Sara, you fucking show off,” Megan grumbled. “Juicy's still in charge though when she gets back. I'll take over again for the time being.”

 

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Celebrity (eGirl) Death Match Team Battle: Vera & Anne vs Lila & Kristal Special Referee Cloudy



Shadow Arena was bustling with enthusiasm. The boxing and wrestling ring with a blue mat and red, white, and blue ropes was center stage again. Celebrity Death Match hosts, Nick Diamond and Johnny Gomez sat at a table overlooking the ring on the concrete floored fighting area. As usual, the commentary gentlemen looked dapper in suits and ties. Sometimes Nick, the shorter man with brown hair and a mustache, could get a little sloppy and drunk, but he was not overindulging tonight. Instead; it was Johnny, who looked to be a little uncomfortable and sipping his whiskey a little too liberally. Johnny, the tall guy with short black hair, took a gander at the special referee, Cloudy. Cloudy had long straight platinum hair and very cute eyes accentuated by her Cleopatra-esque make up lines. Cloudy wore gray Calvin Klein lingerie. The bra and panties had white waistbands with the Calvin Klein company words on them. Cloudy was not wearing any stripes like Mills Lane or most refs would. Cloudy stroked the gock shape over the gray tight material of the panties.

“I know we all like James,” Nick said between gulps of beer, “but tonight and as special guest referee, we have Cloudy! Maybe James has been putting too much serum directly into his dick, and needed a night off. No Mills Lane either as he is still in healing after being killed last time.”

“Don't reveal James's personal information,” Johnny said. Nick shrugged.

“Don't worry,” Cloudy said. “I'm just as horny if not more so than your usual host or ref!” Cloudy winked. Johnny tried hard not to focus on Cloudy's crotch. Nick glanced at Cloudy's face, and then focused on the two teams of eGirls heading down the runway.

“I'm sure we'll have no shortage of sexual shenanigans tonight,” Nick said. “If we need extra nut I can step it up! I can get it up and get it out, to be more precise!”

“Not necessary,” Cloudy cut in, lounging against the commentator's table in a flirty way with Johnny sitting very rigid and trying not to make too much eye contact. Cloudy flipped bangs and strands of platinum hair from front shoulder to back.

“Tonight we have a tag team match,” Johnny announced, watching the pairs of swimsuit wearing gals walk down separate runways towards the ring. “and speaking of nuts; blue haired eGirl fighting veteran, Vera, is arguably nuts. After her loss here to Belle, she seems grumpier and angrier, allegedly starting bar fights here on Pongeo Island the other night.”

The trim, tiny, and petite firecracker, Vera, wore what was becoming her signature outfit in a purple flowery print bikini. Vera's pale skin had been tattooed on her arms and thighs. She had a freckled tummy, no bangs, and shoulder length royal blue locks that puffed out at the sides due to her elf ear prosthetic extensions. Vera and her fighting partner, Anne, both had nose rings from one nostril to the other, thin little blocks of downward slanted eyebrows, and elf ears. Anne's blonde and nearly white hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had a curtain of straight bangs over her forehead and some longer ones at the sides. Her skimpy bikini was a rocky print of dark and light blues. Anne was taller than Vera, but not very big herself. Cloudy waved to the thin cosplay loving teammates. Cloudy blew Anne and Vera kisses.

“Kiss yourself, stupid!” Vera shouted at Cloudy. Anne tried to grab Vera's shoulders to have a heart to heart talk, but the blue haired vixen shoved her ally hard in the collar. Vera explained, “I didn't start any bar fights! I fight here, and dominate, win, and kill! I was just keeping it real. Some eGirls aren't any good. They aren't competition. Stupid Anne here needs to watch out for our overlapping fan base. Your willingness to whore yourself out with easy bikini pics cuts into my profits, ho!”

“How about some sexy nudes of both of you now?!” Cloudy asked. “We can use my phone.”

“Like hell, weather named weirdo!” Vera shouted. “We would use my phone. Any big money takers?!”

“It's frequent and often for our carnal cuties to get completely stripped of all clothes,” Johnny said. “Here at Shadow Tower, fan cell phone pic and video taking abilities are blocked. Shadow Enterprises does sell a lot of sexy images and footage to VIP members and clients, and James has something a little different with the eGirl DNA on wrap for resurrection, cloning, or any other naughty new ideas.”

“They get buck naked and we like it,” Nick said. “I can't take pics on my phone either here or now, but if I said I could, would you two sit on my lap in the nude?!” Vera scoffed and shook her head. Anne was about to nod, looking like a dumb blonde, but thought better of it.

“You've got cloud tattoos on one arm, Vera,” Cloudy said. “You could have Cloudy on your other arm.”

“I could also have your teeth in my fist,” Vera said. “You're the one who got me drunk and spitting truth bombs those other dumb fucks across the stage and room that other night couldn't handle!”

Across the stage and on the other side of the ring, Death Match newbies, Lila and Kristal were done working the crowd and listening. Lila had long black hair and more tattoos and piercings than all of the eGirls fighting tonight combined. Lila's dark colored tattoos extending all over her chest, neck, and arms, said tough bad ass chick, but the pink one piece frilly maid outfit with white lace said otherwise. Her outfit was cute and erotic with long knee high stockings, white fishnet up to the pink crotch covering material, and pink strapped buckles at her upper thighs. Kristal was short of breath, attempting to climb the ring ledge instead of taking the steel step unit up. Lila bent over to offer her hand as a ladder rung for Kristal to climb like a true bestie. This attempt backfired. Kristal, a large, thick, and rotund brunette, felt her friend's arms shake and hopped down. Kristal wore a black one piece maid outfit with a pink bow under her big bosoms on the cloth and white lace around the waistline of the garment. Kristal's dark hair was dyed to have neon yellow strands of long swirly bangs and layered pigtail strands. The style of tattoos on Kristal's body with anime character heads and faces matched more with Vera's tattoos than Lila's.

“You don't know anything, bitch,” Lila said to Vera. Lila clenching her fists and added, “You don't speak truths. You spew a bunch of opinionated garbage out loud; all self important, that makes me want to vomit. I'd throw up in your dead mouth, but I'd rather kill you with broken bones and blood rather than suffocation.”

“You've got too many holes in your head,” Vera said. “You sound as stupid as you look. Like I said at the bar, these two and Cloudy are no competition to me in looks, personality, or fighting skills.”

“I'm the Special Guest Referee,” Cloudy said, smiling. “I don't want to fight tonight. I was a little more lit at the bar and ready to go then, but this is much more fun! Yay!”

“I will kill that body shaming anorexic little cunt!” Kristal declared, “and her little bimbo friend too!”

“Fat chance of that, fat ass!” Vera spat. “It's appropriate for the obese pig to have pigtails. You don't look cute. No one would be into you!” Cloudy rubbed up on Kristal. Kristal twerked on Cloudy's gock, making the platinum haired cutie blush. Vera screeched in frustration.

“We have team one piece maid bikinis vs team two piece sexier and skimpier bikinis,” Nick said.

“We will allow our fans to have their own tastes on what is attractive,” Johnny said, “but traditionally, nudity and itty bitty bikinis are popular and all the rage.”

“I've got a lot of rage to take out on these hideous losers!” Vera said. “I can't believe James allowed you fugly trolls to step foot in here. Maybe he doesn't have your DNA.”

“He's got it, and wanted it,” Lila said. “We plan to win, but being able to heal is a good hedge.”

“How dare you for saying you'd never be caught dead with some extra weight, blondie!” Kristal shouted, pointing at Anne. Lila nodded and pounded a fist into her hand. Lila's pursed lips had a dark shade of lipstick. She had silver stud jewel piercings in her upper lip, on the sides of the bridge of her nose, and her nostrils, along with a bull ring between nostrils. Lila's eye shadow and makeup was dark and goth where Kristal had used dark reds and pinks near her eyes. Vera and Anne were rather pale with little makeup.

“These ladies were maid to fight,” Nick quipped with a pun and emphasis on the sound 'made'.

“HAHAHA!” Vera mocked with heavy sarcasm. “I guess we have to tag in and out for this stupid match. I break rules though. I don't think Cloudy is like James or a Shadow with the power to zap.”

“I'm Cloudy,” Cloudy said, clapping. “I've got all sorts of surprises! You should try to tag in, but this is a death match! It's a bloody free for all!”

“Whatever,” Vera said, rolling her eyes and folding her arms. She gave Anne a kick in the butt. Anne hopped onto the ring ledge with Vera right behind her. Anne ducked the ropes as the bustiest of the three thinner combatants. Vera said, “Get in there, Anne, and prove to me you're on my side and near my equal. Take that Lila goth down a peg and to an early grave... I mean, it's too late. She should've benefited us all and died long ago. We can't wait for tubs McKristal to get her lard ass up the steps and into the ring. It would take all day! Ha! She is rounder than a crystal ball!”

“That's good pun making and smack talk from the eGirl Survivor Champion and long time fan favorite and reoccurring fighter,” Nick said.

“She's hot,” Cloudy said, shamelessly stroking the gock; “they all are. I'm building a lot of lust and pressure. You can start fighting, stripping, pulling hair, low blows, clawing, wrestling, and all that sexy death match battle stuff now!”

“Your silence when your friend is harassing others is violence, Anne,” Lila said. “You're not going for the same bitch image that she is, but you are a bitch, and secretly supportive of her bad behavior.”

“Well,” Anne began, ready to protest. She didn't get the chance. Lila grabbed Anne's ponytail and socked Anne in the mush. The ruthless raven haired brawler kneed her rival in the ribs. Anne yelped and hunched over as her hair was yanked downward. Lila stomped Anne's foot, and then pounded her patella into Anne's soft pussy. The bikini model's eyes rolled and she panted. The blonde's foot was as flat as a pancake, not allowing her much mobility. When Anne kicked Lila's shin with the seemingly boneless foot, it puffed back up and appeared to have a skeletal frame again. Anne whimpered, being dragged along the mat by the hair. She fired a glancing blow low. It grazed Lila's flank. Lila buried her knuckles into Anne's navel. Anne's eyes bulged and watered. Lila put both hands on the sides of Anne's head, saying, “Stupid fake ears.” Lila forced the pretty gal's mouth into a flying knee. Blood and teeth flew in a spray together.

“Wow!” Nick said. “Pow! Right in the kisser! You'd think Anne and Vera could hear really well with those big ears whether they are real or not.”

“Hearing doesn't help the dumb slut understand anything,” Lila said, snatching the front of Anne's bikini. Anne was dazed and about to fall over. The dark blue and black bikini top stretched away from Anne's body, giving the fans extra nudity to cheer about. Lila slung Anne by the wrist, aiming her towards Kristal. Anne jammed her heels into the springy blue mat to stop what she knew would be a brutal double team. Kristal hung over the middle white rope with her enormous jugs dangling over the twine. Kristal bounced, eager in anticipation, grinning, and licking her lips. “Fucking skank,” Lila spat. She kicked Anne in the midsection, and then launched her topless foe at the ropes diagonal from either tag team partner. Anne's shoulder blades touched the top rope. Her foot went up, and she arched her back with a sexy and pained moan.

“Aw, fatty can't sidle around the corner or walk the ring ledge?” Vera mocked, racing towards the action with her petite feet and black toenails having plenty of room to maneuver with no fear of tangling into the bottom ropes. “Also,” Vera continued, grabbing Anne's shoulder while glaring condescendingly at Kristal, “You're slow. Too slow to get to the fight in time. You are what you eat. You probably got your name and your girth from snarfing down way too many Krystal Burgers; likely a count in the double or triple digits a day with extra cheese, fries, and milkshakes!”

“That all sounds delicious,” Nick said.

“I'm getting hungry,” Johnny said. “Cloudy is getting very horny.”

“I'm gonna make it rain!” Cloudy said with a very pleased smile. Cloudy worked hands inside and outside the gray panties.

“You've got no mommy milkers or any boobs to be seen, because you're a fat phobic bulimic witch!” Kristal said, kicking the ropes and shaking them with her hands in hopes to knock Vera off the ledge with reverberations reaching all the way over there.

“A little help,” Anne murmured to Vera.

The tatted femme fatale, Lila, waited for Anne to lean forward once more. As soon as the topless blonde's head tilted in, Lila belted Anne in the jaw again. Vera lost grip of Anne's shoulder, accidentally clawing her partner's skin bloody. At the commentators' table, Nick said, “That maid is making things very dirty in the ring with all that blood!”

“I am a maid who makes a mess,” Lila said. “The only thing I'll clean up is the shitty attitudes of these punk ass harlots!” Lila faked a kick at Anne. The brunette spun and jammed her heel in between Vera's eyes. Vera hollered and fell off the edge onto her back. Kristal pointed, laughed, and jumped down from the ledge herself, looking spry and ready to lay the smack down further. Lila pinched the stud on the right side of the bridge of her nose and twisted it. She pulled the other side, extracting a long needle. She raised a dark eyebrow, watching Anne stagger. Lila said, “Now I'll give you a reason to keep your tramp mouth shut! I'll seal it off!” Lila jammed the needle into Anne's upper lip. Anne screamed. Lila forced the needle down into Anne's lower lip with sewing motions. Anne cried and put her hands to her kissers. Globs of red dribbled down her chin. Her chest heaved and her nipples were rock hard like the rocky print on her bikini bottoms.

“Now that's how you shut up your opponent!” Nick exclaimed.

“OWW!” Anne moaned, trying to undo Lila's sewing stabs to leave some flesh and lips over her teeth. “NOOO!” Lila pounded Anne left and right in the abs, making dents like you'd see in a tin can.

“I'm gonna punch through you before this is all said and done, ya skinny little twig!” Lila said, smirking and chortling. She rocketed punches into Anne's belly button, kidney, and diaphragm with sadistic glee. Lila added, “You're so weak. I'll break all your bones too! Ha!” Anne trembled with her lips quivering and face screwed up. She held the needle. “Thanks!” Lila said, snatching it. “I'll be taking that.” Lila stabbed the needle through Anne's nipple. Anne howled in pain and put her hands to her own crotch; titillated and tormented at the same time. “You're too much of a bitch to get any real piercings like in the nipple,” Lila continued to taunt. Anne touched herself in a slightly more subtle way than Cloudy who was doing a good job of filling in for James, acting very similarly to how he would, just watching the erotic action and wanking to it.

The blue haired fighter, Vera, got up slowly and brushed herself off. She blew at her hair, annoyed. She glanced at Kristal who ran and grunted. Vera scoffed and shook her head. Then Kristal dove forward with a somersault. The brunette in the black maid outfit tucked in her limbs and rolled like a boulder. Vera's scathing expression changed to one of alarm. Her foot slipped on the blood and sweat on the ring ledge and she couldn't get up fast enough. Her fingertips just missed grabbing the bottom rope. Kristal picked up speed and flew into the air with a fart boost. The spinning eGirl flattened her hated adversary and kept on rolling. Kristal crashed into the steel step unit, cratering the sleek silver finish on the side, and breaking the step unit off from its hooks up to the ring. Kristal sat back with cuckoo birds circling over her head while she drooled into her massive warm cleavage mounds.

“Aw, come on!” Vera griped. “Fuck this! Why's my body gotta do dumb shit like this already?! I'm not even weakened yet!” Vera put both of her hands by her mouth and blew into them. She sucked on her thumbs and kept blowing. Then her arms inflated.

“I could use a blowy, Vera!” Nick said. “So could Cloudy! Clouds can always use strong wind!” Cloudy grinned, nodded, and gave a thumbs up before going back to two handed self touching.

“Shut up!” Vera snapped after really over inflating herself. Vera's body waved like a flag before popping back into normal proportions.

“Things are still going poorly for Anne in the ring,” Johnny said. The blonde with her boobies on display had been growing blue in the face with her neck in a headlock. Her pierced teat had stopped bleeding. Lila twisted Anne's neck like a corkscrew and then kneed the woman with the swimsuit bottoms wedgie in the vertebrae.

“It looks great and hot to me and Cloudy!” Nick said.

The Gothic looking gal, Lila, shoved Anne into the ropes again. Anne spun around, throwing a flailing punch. Lila blocked that. Lila tossed black hair over her shoulder contemptuously. Lila pulled the needle out of Anne's titty, and stabbed from left to right this time through Anne's other areola and nipple. Lactate and blood squirted from Anne's abused hooter. She hung her head back with an ahegao face, blush, and her tongue out. “Enough of that,” Lila said, punching sideboob to get the needle out. Lila put the needle back through her nose quickly, making Nick and others flinch watching. Lila then grabbed Anne's ears and said, “I always thought elves sucked. They're cheap, just like you! Be undone with your own whorish costume!” Lila folded the pointy tips of the elf ears in, trying to gauge out Anne's eyes. Anne screeched and put her hands up to stop this. Her cheeks got cut up in the process. Lila scrunched her nose, twisted, and pulled away – CRUNCH! One entire ear was ripped and crumpled off Anne's head, and the right ear was missing the pointed tip. Lila poked little holes into Anne's boob and belly button with the weaponized ear tip. Anne socked Lila in the gut before faltering and face planting onto the mat. The blonde's ass cheeks clenched, swallowing up the thong bottoms. Anne's topless sexy body twitched. Cloudy's body reacted to that with a visible jump and jolt of excitement. Cloudy snickered, putting hands towards mischievous smiling lips.

“Yeah!” Kristal cheered for her best friend. “I'm gonna do that to Vera!” Kristal's eyes and body swayed as she got to her feet. She clenched her fists and then opened them. Vera gave Kristal the finger and used that middle finger to pull down on the skin under her eye. Vera stuck out her tongue, turned her hip, and smacked her own ass to taunt Kristal. Kristal charged at Vera clumsily, hurting her own toes, feet, and fat ankles in the process. Kristal dove, reaching for Vera's ear. Vera sidled her opponent, trying to stay as far away as possible. Kristal's body bounced back like rubber. She went down and right back up like a Bobo doll. She threw an elbow, catching Vera in the neck and throat. Vera cursed and climbed the detached steel step unit. Kristal flailed and snarled, hoping to land another blow. Vera leaped off a step and kicked Kristal in the temple and eye. Kristal's eyeball shot to the other side of her head, and knocked into the other one like a metronome. Kristal's eye dislodged into her hand with a sloppy plop sound. Her remaining eye looked in the direction it had come from. Vera landed and grabbed one of Kristal's pigtails. Kristal forced her eyeball back into the full socket with a sickening suction noise like that was normal. Her other eye went back into place.

“Eat your own hair, Ms. Piggy!” Vera said, shoving strands of brown and yellow hair into Kristal's mouth. Vera tried to kick out Kristal's knee, but the curvier chick merely grunted and squatted. Kristal passed gas and headbutted Vera in the chin. Vera fell onto her pasty ass. She clenched her nostrils shut, looking grossed out, and said, “What did you eat?! Those stink! You need your mouth sewn shut and your butt too! EW!”

In the ring, Lila put the sharp ear piece between her toes to stomp the downed damsel writhing on the mat. Anne looked over her shoulder, and then rolled over at the last possible second. Lila's foot tore into the blue canvas, ripping a hole. Anne pounded her fists onto the springy surface. A metal coil rose up from the hole and impaled Lila's heel. Lila hollered and lost feeling in her toes gripping the ear piece. Anne turned around on her front like she was swimming. She snatched the ear piece and chucked it at Kristal. The piece got lost in the back of Kristal's head, but the big brunette barely seemed affected.

“Are there bugs in here?!” Kristal asked out loud, rubbing the back of her noggin. She shrugged, said, “I'm going to squash a nasty Vera bug!”

The topless blonde who had taken arguably the most abuse so far, Anne, had a golden opportunity to attack Lila. The black haired lass bent over, tugging at her ankle to get free from the coil lodged into her heel and foot arch. Anne did a push up. She kicked high into Lila's face, making all Lila's piercing really tear into her face. The force of the blow cured Lila's puncture predicament. She reeled into the corner. Anne ran at her rival for a cross body slam. Lila snaked away as Anne went airborne. The topless blonde's jiggly feminine parts shook as she shrieked. Her chest smashed into the corner pad. Lila spun around, slinging an arm around Anne's neck to put her in a rear naked choke. Lila kneed Anne between the legs and then in the back. The blonde moved her hands from her bleeding boobs to her wet pussy. Lila choked and fingered her foe. Anne clenched her thighs shut, moaning, sweating, and ready to cum.

“Let it out, Anne, and so will I!” Cloudy said in a cheery voice.

Outside of the ring, Kristal was throwing punches at enemies that didn't exit; loopy from the Cerebellum piercing and damage. Kristal wobbled around like an egg shaped Weeble, jabbing at the air, and calling out, “Vera, you running away from me?! Scared?!”

The blue haired chick looked green in the face. The more Kristal exerted herself throwing a punch, the more toxic toots she let out. Vera fanned her nose with her hand, choking, crying, and circling her foolish looking opponent. Vera gagged, and decided to rip off her own purple bikini top to make a cloth mask for her nose and mouth. Vera said, “I may need both hands.” She tried to pop Kristal with her fingernails. She raked into Kristal's hip humps and said, “I almost expected gravy.” Kristal had regular red blood, and didn't like this comment. She reached into the back of her hair, and found the ear point. Kristal flicked that into the audience. There was a scream. Security and healers headed towards the injured crowd member. Johnny and Nick laughed at the chaos.

“Ung!” Anne grunted. “No! Ah! Oh!” Anne's body quaked with tremors of passion. She tried to jump away from the sexual dom in the pink one piece outfit. Anne twerked and rammed her cute booty into Lila's crotch. Lila's grip on Anne's neck had slacked.

“Time for me to leash and enslave this inferior race of woman,” Lila said, taking the pink belts off her thighs. She accidentally tore into her fishnet, not knowing her own strength, but succeeded in making one bigger belt for choking Anne. Anne was so hot and bothered she stripped herself nude and licked the corner pole; unable to keep her tongue in her mouth. Lila put the belt around Anne's neck, and then used both hands to shred the fatty mounds on Anne's chest.

“Hold her steady for me!” Cloudy suggested, going up the stairs while fapping.

Anne tried to jump and get her feet to spring off the ropes. She only got her sternum onto the corner pad. Lila climbed up, spanking Anne's naked ass raw. Lila reached for the belt to pull and choke Anne. Lila grabbed the blonde sweaty ponytail with it. Anne threw her head back into Lila's heavily pierced face. Lila's pretty features swelled and oozed crimson, getting marred from the rough contact. Anne hopped the rest of the way up the ropes and then did a back flip to get over Lila. The blonde in her birthday suit was getting a lot of attention as she landed. Lila turned around, guarding her face, and fiddling with her piercings. Anne took to Lila's body, boxing. The pink cloth tore from Anne's frenzied fists powering into Lila's torso and upper body. Anne tried to give Lila a wedgie, but stripped the brunette nude with more strength than intended. Lila tried to uppercut Anne in the pussy, but it was just a tease to the horny blonde. Anne picked up and flipped Lila by the crotch, slamming the heavily tattooed hussy onto her head. Lila's shoulders and neck took the brunt of the slam. Her eyes crossed, and she quickly tried to roll away from her attacker, dodging the coils and springs sticking up from the holes in the mat.

“A bit of a turnaround,” Johnny said. “It looked like it was all our newbies winning, and we wouldn't have needed a crystal ball to see the grim future for Anne and Vera.”

“Kristal won't be able to see at all if Vera gets her eyes again,” Nick said. “Cloudy is having a ball, and so am I and our fans! This match is heating up!”

The feisty combatant with cerulean colored shoulder length hair, Vera, was using her speed to pepper punches and kicks into Kristal without taking any counter attacks. Vera began to gasp and suck in on the cup of her bra covering her mouth. She climbed up Kristal's blubber and breasts, hanging her legs around the body positive woman's neck. Vera clenched her thighs and tried to execute a Hurricanrana wrestling move. Kristal growled, pushing her arms between Vera's legs, and depantsing her nemesis as a side effect. Kristal threw Vera into the side of the ring. One of Vera's ears folded over and her head looked misshapen for a moment like she'd ironed one side flat. Vera murmured and let her bra come untied from around her head. It slipped off and down, leaving Vera totally unclothed.

“I will heat up, get up, and crush you!” Kristal declared, sizing up Vera as prey with wild big eyes. Kristal climbed half the steps on the detached step unit before getting winded. Vera scrambled to get to her feet. She looked to Anne for help.

“Over here, Anne!” Vera shouted. “Now!” Anne stopped walloping Lila, and took some retribution punches to the face and body.

Kristal pounded on her massive knockers like King Kong and leaped at Vera. Vera's horrified face was shadowed. Kristal's ass landed right over Vera's little head. The weight over Kristal sitting on Vera's shoulders, caused Vera's knees to buckle. Vera reached up, struggling, and Kristal pushed down. The busty brunette wiggled herself to keep moving Vera's petite body into her cavernous asshole. Kristal's black one piece maid costume was crooked and moving over without any issues for her to anally engulf the elven eared warrior. Kristal had the hardest time getting over Vera's shoulders and arms. Then it was just the hips of Vera, and Kristal would be plopping her ravenous ass onto the concrete.

“Lila was speaking of slaves,” Nick said, “but Kristal just made Vera a slave or into a dead Lemmiwinks to her butt hole like Mr. Slave from South Park could!”

“Fantastic elasticity from the human body!” Johnny said. Cloudy pumped fists into the air to hype the crowd. Cloudy grabbed the turnbuckle and swung on that like a stripper on a pole.

“One down,” Kristal said, getting to her feet slowly. She grunted and flopped her titanic fun bags onto the ring ledge to try and crawl up the side of the ring.

“We've known Vera to survive a lot of things,” Nick said. “She's like a cockroach. I wouldn't count her out yet! I just wished she admitted she liked cock more!”

“I've got a hard gock with her name on it if she surfaces,” Cloudy said, “but the other three ladies have me feeling just as lascivious.”

“I must admit that Cloudy has a better vocabulary than James and is on par with us in that way,” Johnny said. “We really can work with any refs or match moderators.” Nick nodded.

With Anne and Lila weakening, Lila was able to pull off a bit, hoping to double team Anne to the death. Lila was naked save her fishnet and white socks. After a scrum and grappling, she and Anne exchanged cuntbusting blows. Lila had been ready to help Kristal up, but the pugilist with the pigtails was raveled into the ropes. Angered by the burst to the clit, Lila had kicked Anne back where it counts. She grabbed for Anne's ponytail, but the blonde jerked out of the way, feeling desperate. Anne socked Lila in the face. It was enough to put several piercings and needles through Lila's face skin and onto the mat. Lila staggered, careful not to step on her own lethal piercings.

The battered blonde took a deep breath and headed for Kristal. The big oaf roared and tore the ropes of the ring. Anne backed off. Cloudy sprinted onto the mat right behind Anne, intimately close in a crotch to bum position. Cloudy forced arms under Anne's armpits to have the blonde's arms in the air. Anne's tits still had some bounce despite being clawed and punctured. Cloudy stuck fingers into Anne's mouth and said, “Taste some Cloudy precipitate, Anne! Just finally admit that me, Lila, and Kristal are hot and sexy! Just as much as you and Vera!”

“I never said you weren't!” Anne choked. She licked her lips and said, “Did you flavor your spunk?! It tastes good – almost refreshing.”

“Don't flatter me,” Cloudy said, blushing and backing off. Cloudy released Anne. Cloudy's hips shook and the gray panties slipped down, revealing a shaved private area and well groomed gock.

“Too late!” Kristal shouted. “No redemption for you!” Kristal hopped and belly bumped Anne. The big brunette body slammed and squished the weakened blonde. Kristal picked up Anne by the ponytail and wrung her back into shape like a wash woman shaking out a towel. Kristal flung Anne into a corner that wasn't leaning or careening like the two from where Kristal had broken the ropes. Anne's spine hit hard. She squirmed and moaned.

“How about some acupuncture before I punch holes through your body,” Lila said. She put a foot up to Anne's neck. Cloudy looked up at the screens in the stadium where drone cameras were showing underside angles and Lila's pierced pussy. Cloudy panted and masturbated harder. Lila kicked Anne in both sides of the head before stomping her heel into Anne's gut. Anne folded, whimpering and getting goosebumps. Lila took a needle from her upper lip and stabbed it into the small of Anne's back.

“Th-that,” Anne grumbled. “Actually made me feel better.”

“NOT for LONG SLUT victim!” Kristal bellowed, galloping after her enemy. The mat springs broke through the canvas in a few other places so shaken by Kristal's power. Kristal saw her boobies going up and down. She stopped running to be alluring. She put her hands to her underboobs, juggling and jostling her jugs. The knockers kept moving even when Kristal put her hands up in her hair. She stepped into Anne, and her big boobs slapped and punched Anne's face like an automatic robot throwing punches. Spit and blood flew from Anne's mouth. She was too dumbfounded by the moving boobies to block or be mad about getting her brains rattled around a bit more.

“You can finish her, bae,” Lila said, patting Kristal on the ass.

“I'll mount her!” Kristal said. She looked at the corner, and decided that the ropes and the structure wouldn't hold her weight. Anne held Kristal's massive mammary mounds steady and suckled on one like a baby ready for a nap. Kristal cooed. She shook off the lust and rammed her shoulder into Anne's chest. Anne glurped and groaned. Anne slumped and slid down the pole, sitting with her legs open in a complete stupor. Kristal bent over, wagging her flabby derriere. She playfully shoulder checked Anne in the cheek. Lila walked over to Cloudy to help the long platinum haired ref get a load off.

“WATCH OUT!” Cloudy shouted. The gock spritzed blue raspberry goo that went into Kristal's ass like a barrage of tennis balls. Cloudy couldn't withhold the explosive orgasm, but it came in spurts, entering Kristal's rear, and bulking up the maid with the cuter tattoos like a sack of potatoes. Kristal's eyes opened way too wide. Cloudy's nut pumped Kristal up until Kristal's eyes shot from her sockets. The pressure of the blue goo ripped Kristal's body to pieces with a wet KABOOM!!

Chunks of Kristal's ruptured corpse rained down from above over the fighting area. Vera was covered in semen, ichor, and other fluids, but able to breathe, hunched over Anne in what looked rather erotic. Anne got up, hugging Vera, and trying to wipe her off. Vera choked and spit. She turned around with absolute malice on her face like a hornet ready to strike. Lila fumbled the needle in her hand.

“Kristal got pumped by blue raspberry flavored seminal juice too full,” Nick said, “and she's the first official casualty of the night.” At that moment, her rib cage and half her head plopped down with Anne dodging and crying 'eek!'

Vera leaped at Lila. Lila tried to stab Vera and missed. Vera bodied Cloudy. The ref had to hop out of the ring, landing gracefully. Lila flicked a needle at Vera's jugular. Vera put her hand up to block. The needle went through her palm and stayed stuck there. Vera scrunched her nose and plowed her head and still pointy elf ear into Lila's neck. Blood sprayed. Lila put her hands by her tattooed and bleeding throat. Vera rifled jabs and hooks into Lila's tenderized bread basket. Lila buckled and fell to her knees with her rump in the air. Anne caressed Lila's ass and gave it a hump.

“Back off Blondie!” Vera shouted. “This is my kill!” Vera kicked Lila in the face, knocking out all the piercings. Lila's face was mostly unrecognizable at this point. She fell onto her back and turned her head to not choke to death on her own blood. Vera said, “I was holding this in the entire fight!” Vera skipped and popped a squat over Lila's face. She sat down, shook her rear, and then let out ass clapping flatulence. That made Vera sit up. Lila threw up. Vera folded her arms and said, “Pussy. That wasn't that bad. You're the one who threw up after all. … Uck. I feel awful from being in that cow's … body.”

Vera said nothing else. Lila sat up and forced her hand into Vera's crotch. Vera's eyes got very big. Lila rooted around with her elbow up inside Vera. Fingers drummed on Vera's body from the inside, pushing outward on her freckled tummy skin. Lila began to claw Vera's insides. Vera choked and spit up blood. Anne had been watching Cloudy getting horny again, and dropped her jaw; aghast at Lila finishing off Vera. Lila's arm went all the way up with her shoulder right on Vera's bean. Lila wrapped her legs around Vera's calf, tripping the blue haired battler. Lila pulled her arm out and held Vera's heart in her hand, oozing gore. She threw the heart like a frisbee into the sharp coils sticking up from the mat. Vera's heart was sliced into pieces.

“Joke's on you,” Vera said, with blood pooling, dribbling, and bubbling at her lips. “I don't have a ha-heart. Or... It's black.” Vera closed her eyes. It was all blackness for her now. She stumbled. Lila crawled around, setting up her piercings and needles straight up to impale Vera's head for a bloodied fatality to the fan favorite and the longest running eGirl competitor.

“Another L for Vera!” Nick said. “Shocker!”

“Well, Vera arguably got out of her punishment from the last loss early and wasn't fully healed or ready to fight tonight,” Johnny said. “She outlasted Kristal though.”

“No!” Nick said. “Anne is doing the shocker!”

The weary blonde inserted her thumb into Lila's lower lips, strumming the hard ball of clit like she would ring a bell. The pinky finger went into Lila's tight booty. Lila squirmed and moaned. “NAH!” Lila yelled. “AH! Ya can't. I'm NO horny SLUT like YOU!”

The naked black haired chick shivered. She was in a weakened state. Anne stopped priming Lila for sex and stomped her torso. Lila hit the ropes. Anne punched Lila in the ribs and kidney. Lila's body kept going into the ropes and flinging right back to Anne. Lila tried to cover her body. It didn't matter. Anne kept kicking and punishing Lila's abs and bruising body. Lila's back stiffened. Her torso got squishy. She coughed and spit up blood, barely able to stand up straight. She got kicked into the ropes again. Anne attacked Lila relentlessly into the ropes and into another blow over a dozen times until finally Lila flailed so hard that she broke her ankle turning to try and get away – SNAP!

“This could be it!” Nick said.

Anne crept up behind Lila sexually. Anne cocked back her arm. Lila grumbled, cried, and begged for mercy, unable to see Anne anywhere. “N-no!” Lila cried. “Where?! D'ya go?! S-stop! I quit! No need. No more!” Anne blasted her punch through Lila's back. Anne's fist came out the belly side of Lila, making a bloody gaping hole. Anne reached up and pinched Lila's nipples before then punching and jerking around in Lila's innards.

“You did this or worse to Vera!” Anne said, stepping into the now massive hole of Lila's body. Anne wore Lila's body like a floatie. The blonde pumped her fists in the air and said, “It looks like I'm the one to punch the hole into you, Lila! You look good with another hole and piercing this big! I did and do think you're hot, but you look even better as a ring around me! Hehe!”

“Sick burn,” Nick said. “Anne comes out on top tonight for team Vera and Anne!”

“It was a close one,” Johnny said. “Vera was on the winning team, so I guess we can't say she lost twice in a row.”

Anne stepped out of the mutilated corpse. She did a little hula tease and then tossed Lila horizontal spiraling from side to side like a helicopter blade. Lila's body rung around a corner pole and situated there as a perfect ring toss. Anne clenched a fist and pulled her arm back in the 'yes!' gesture of success. Vera's body let out one last poot, making Anne shriek.

“The gassy ghost of Vera nearly scared her friend to death!” Nick said.

“The way Vera has been lately,” Johnny said, “I wouldn't be surprised if she wants to fight Anne and prove herself better than Anne next.”

“I'm not surprised that Cloudy is trying to fuck Anne now,” Nick said.

“Well, it's been another gruesome, wacky, and entertaining eGirl Death Match here at Shadow Arena,” Johnny said. “Thanks for stopping buy or watching! Good fight and Good night!”

 

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EMCASA Cage in the Sky Rivals Death Match: Sara C vs Viki Odintcova

Megan Fox had forgotten how much she liked being in charge of all these whores and the death match proceedings. The black haired actress clomped along the sidewalks of a busy city in Spain in big black goth magnetic boots. There were silver buckles, clasps, and skull faces along Megan's boots as well as spikes on the steel toes and coming off the leather at the calves too. Megan and Foxy Corp had rented out the entire street in order to make this latest death match a public ordeal and a tease. Without binoculars the annoyed masses would barely be able to see much of the action, and would want to know what was happening with the giant metal fighting cage fastened between two tall buildings. Megan could imagine how many saps would pay to become EMCASA subscribers and VIP members with this stunt alone. Uncle Justin, the head of Foxy Corp, would be very happy.

Circular stamps on the ends of branding irons glowed red hot in a street car oven. The sizzling sounds with the muffled crowd noise blocked off was perfect for tension. The Russian slut with tan skin and long brown hair, Viki, reached for a branding iron. Megan smacked Viki's hand, and loved the angry reaction she got. The three ladies that would go up into the cage in the sky, Megan, Viki, and Sara, were on fighting, recovery, and strength (FRS) serum already. Megan wanted her own individual shot at Viki and Sara, but had given herself a more fun role of creating rounds and torturing whoever was down or losing. Viki was a sadistic cunt who had down talked Foxy Corp's EMCASA and left the estate after losing to Cora in the first ever EMCASA tournament. Cora was pretty much a cheating tattooed witch slut nudist, but that was a different story. Megan tsked and taunted Viki, waving a finger, and said, “I get to brand both of you.”

Viki's face screwed up in a hilarious rage. The slut in the white lacy lingerie, Viki, did have an enviable tan. Her skin was always dark. Megan had a nice tan and an equally skimpy and seductive outfit, with a black one piece pants and top combo. Thin straps crossed over Megan's chest to cover her nipples, but left the rest of her boobies hanging out. Underboob was in. Viki could shove her tight ass and cleavage into last decade's fashion. Megan pulled on the handle of an iron and aimed it for Viki's nipple. Viki parried the rod with a punch. Megan aimed for Viki's ass cheek, but the bitch evaded. Viki shouted, “If you want to fight me so badly, Megan, I'll take you on in the cage! I'll skewer you with a rod!”

“If you can grab one,” Megan said, keeping one eye on the Romanian cunt wearing the purple lingerie, Sara. Sara looked pale and delicious like a vampire with thick luscious mauve lipstick that put a twinge to Megan's clit and g-spot. Megan wanted to bust Sara's lips open and get her sucking the Fuso attached to Megan's waist, body, and private area. The Fuso was a new type of strap-on dildo that transferred the pleasure points indicative to male anatomy and the plastic of the device to the female anatomy. Megan could really dominate and have a fun experience with this and whoever lost in the cage. Megan could tell that both she and Viki were wanting to be the only one left standing of the three, even though Megan wasn't technically fighting.

Viki grabbed the cylinder bulge in Megan's black pants front and threatened, “I'll snap this off! Knowing you, you probably have this more attached to you than it should be! I'm not letting you brand me! I'm likely off to do my own training again anyway after I get my revenge on Sara for her lucky break beating me in the Shadow Enterprises Volcano Death Match Tournament.”

“It wasn't a lucky break,” Sara said. “I beat you fair and square. I kicked your ass. I'll do it again, no matter what gimmicks and bullshit you throw at me.” Sara looked up at the cage in the sky.

“Wow,” Megan said to Viki, “you sure know how to handle one of these things and make it feel good. I bet if I put the brand on this, you'd take it in the mouth deep throat!” Viki tried to twist and rip the Fuso off Megan. Viki snarled and used her other hand to grapple with Megan over the iron.

“Don't ruin the fun,” Sara said, removing Viki's hand from over Megan's pants. “One of us is getting double teamed up there after losing. If I come down enough and use a lot of energy fighting you, I may let Megan snap your neck herself while you suck it and I bang and humiliate you.”

Viki kneed Megan in the shaft and socked Sara in the mouth. The Russian model reached towards the oven for a different branding iron handle. The Foxy Corp cyborgs were close to stop Viki from fighting early or going haywire. The most human of the bots, Robert, a bearded male model, restricted Viki from behind. His big coarse hands pressed into Viki's chest, squeezing her perky bosoms. Robert wore a suit jacket open with slacks as the different bots and staff members were dressed for public business. Viki struggled against Robert's chiseled chest and abs, resorting to quick seduction to offset his inhuman strength. She helped him get a good grope and twerked on his excited crotch. Then she elbowed Robert in the eye, whipped around, and blasted her patella into his balls. The bearded stud fell to his knees in anguish. The only blond male android and Megan's pet made to look like her husband, F6, pointed and laughed at Robert. Megan had been putting personality into F6 recently. He was the only other android dressed to look like the male model he was designed to be with a jacket open and his stone-like musculature on display. The other bots like the oldest and best two, F1 and F2, wore sunglasses, full suits, and manned forklifts. F2 had the forklift to raise Viki up. That forklift also held the magnetic curved wall to suck Viki back to the cage walls between rounds. A Shadow Enterprises guy, Hudy, manned the lift for Sara, and F1 was in charge of Megan's and the magnetic floor that could and would also suck down the sluts who got branded with magnetic iron into their bodies, hopefully in several humorous and embarrassing places.

“That's a good and loyal cattle herd,” Megan mocked, poking the O of the iron into Sara's left ass cheek. Skin reddened. Sara yelped and straightened up. The magnetic metal was deposited into her booty cheek. It should stay there the entire fight. The iron rod was left with a hot circle at the end, until Megan pressed the button on the stick to spew more liquid magnetic material into the branding area.

“It's not really branding,” Robert clarified, while rubbing his nuggets. “It would seem a fighter wouldn't want too many attract deposits in their skin, but it could help save your life if you fall through the open floor or lessen the jerk, pull, and pain of between round holdings.”

“Did you dream up all this shit, Viki?!” Sara asked, rubbing her bottom. Robert and others were guilty of watching this. Sara added, “You can't just try to beat me in a regular fight?!”

“I'm a thrill seeker,” Viki said. “If you're a pussy bitch afraid of heights, it's not my fault. Foxy Corp had this idea. I can fight with weapons. I'll brand you my bitch and deposit cum all over you when I've sufficiently broken your body and made you beg me up there. You won't make it past the first round where we fence with the irons. Regardless of which happens first, I'll snap your neck and impale and fuck you through that soft navel.”

“I'd aim for your mouth with this,” Sara said, taking the branding iron hand-off from Megan, “but I want you sucking dick as you die.”

“Be a good cow, Viki,” Megan said, trying to quickly snatch another iron from the coals and singe Viki's boob. Viki turned around to evade, and Megan got the metal deposit and burn to hit the Russian between the shoulder blades. White bra material crisped and burnt. Viki's chest heaved and her hard nipples poked the see through silky white material. She scratched at her back and howled in fury, pain, and irritation. There was a red outline around the metal O in her back. Megan handed the iron to Viki. Viki snatched it, and tried to turn it on Megan. F6 tackled Viki into Robert, who had just gotten to his feet. They sandwiched her, and used lots of robot strength to wrap her up and walk her to the forklift skid and magnetic wall piece with it. The magnetic wall was not electrically charged nor on, so Viki's back did not suck her towards the wall.

The busty babe with the bronzed skin and tattoos of words on her arm, Viki, stuck the branding rod between her legs and clenched her toned thighs around the ribbed handle. The hot red circle and metal filling between it glowed bright. Viki aimed to fix her bra in the back and then the front, but only gave the fans what they wanted by accidentally tearing her own bra. She let the ruined brassiere hang over her scrumptious lumps until the motion of the lift turning her towards the door on the cage made the lacy white material fall. It took to the wind several stories high like the feathers of a bird. Viki fearlessly hopped into the cage and landed her heels on floor bars. She wobbled back and forth to gain her balance instead of standing where the crossing bars met and could provide enough space for her feet. Viki's boobs swayed along with her body. The branding iron fell and landed flat over two floor bars. Viki grinned and made herself as small and compact as possible to hop between bottom bars. Her breasts rubbed the metal and she reached up at the last second to grab a rung and hang on for dear life.

“WOO!” Viki shouted, looking down. “Now this is a rush!”

“I would laugh my ass off if you fell,” Megan said. “Then I'd take the fight for you, but with the magnetic floor underneath.”

“Chicken!” Viki taunted. She made a flapping motion with one arm and mock bocked repeatedly.

Sara rode a lift to the other end of the cage, holding an iron like a sword. She had incredible leg strength and was lithe and unafraid, but took her time feeling out the layout and if the cage would sway. It didn't and appeared to be very sturdy even when she jumped. She wanted to see the best way to keep her feet comfortable and to not fall through during battle. She noticed Viki's iron nearby and made a move for it. The topless broad swung her legs, and leaped back up, crouching like a tiger over her weapon. Viki snarled at Sara, pounced, and smashed her chest into Sara. Sara hopped backwards and got footing. She swung her iron at Viki. The Russian dodged and laughed even as her shoulder was scorched by the edge of the iron.

“Go ahead and fight and brand each other!” Megan shouted, raising her arms in the air while being lifted up by a forklift. “Those ought to stay hot at least one round and have enough metal to make several brands!”

“I'll put one on ya, and then KILL you with this!” Viki said, doing a back flip to get back to her weapon. She laughed in a shrill and creepy way, snatching the branding rod. Sara gave chase. The Romanian brunette kicked her rival in the ribs. Viki jabbed the iron at Sara's face. Sara barely dodged, feeling the heat pass her nose and smelling carbon and burnt flesh from the rod's previous deposit. Viki kicked Sara's thigh. She pulled back the iron to strike again while reaching for Sara's hair or purple bra strap. Sara swung her iron towards Viki's body, clipping her flank. The round scorching hot metal came out and stuck to Viki's skin, but the Russian barely flinched. With a boiling circle of metal hanging out of her side, the topless babe continued to aim for Sara's face. Sara blocked with her rod. They looked to be fencing or sword fighting with much blocking, back and forth, hopping from bar to bar. Sara didn't press the button to get more liquid metal yet, trying to whack the attract metal disk further into Viki's body. The Romanian struck Viki's sideboob, ribs, and hip with the rod and mostly punches. Sara's hands grew sore. Fingers had been burnt. Her earlobe felt like it was on fire. Sara's bra got singed by Viki's lower stab. The ruthless Russian cuntbusted Sara with a direct kick to the groin. Sara buckled and saw the neon red light of her foe's iron.

The underwear model and veteran sexfighter, Sara, let out a curse and cry as Viki's branding iron stuck the heated magnet to her cheek and jaw. Viki then slammed the iron tip at the bottom of the cage, trying to break it. Sara saw the sparks fly and heard the brander snap as Viki mashed the iron down again at the cage bar. Sara kicked Viki in the mouth. An arch of blood flew as the topless combatant's head went backwards. Viki stepped back gracefully and with poise. Sara aimed to brand Viki's belly, but it was blocked. Viki shot hot liquid metal out of her rod. Sara put two hands on her weapon to try and strike it into Viki's temple. The clashing metal pieces snapped the ring on Sara's iron, making that sharp and lethal too. Sara noticed the magnet floor going underneath the cage. She threw her sharp branding iron at Viki's foot. Viki hopped. The iron bounced on a cage bar and sliced into Viki's thigh. Sara socked Viki in the stomach. The Russian's abs tightened.

“Getting scared and desperate already?!” Viki asked, pulling back her makeshift lance. Sara grabbed Viki's wrist. Their legs tangled, fighting for footholds lower. Their sultry bodies crashed together. Supple breasts and ass cheeks shook and jiggled on impact. Nails clawed and raked arms and pulled hair. Sara stepped onto the floor that Viki didn't know or care was there. Sara rifled her patella into Viki's kidney.

“Keep telling yourself that,” Sara said, bashing her face into Viki's mandible. The warm metal plate in Sara's cheek burned Viki's face and lips, roasting and scoring the brunette's kissers. That stuck them together for a moment, and allowed Sara to slam her knee into Viki's kitty. White cloth wedged into Viki's pussy. She moaned and released grip of her stabbing item. Viki punched Sara in the head and kicked across Sara's stomach. Sara came away with the weapon.

“Take it,” Viki said, still prancing like a cat over the bars instead of using the floor. She headed for Sara's stick and bent over. Sara sliced skin off Viki's shoulder with a lunge and stab. Viki said, “Fuck!” Blood squirted into the air and then down Viki's arm and over her succulent sweaty orbs. She armed herself, and the ensuing clash of iron was deafening. Sara saw the two cage walls going over the sides of the latticed wire. Viki knocked Sara over the head with her branding iron middle. Sara wanted to kick her foe in the protruding disc or in the stab wound. Sara's foot smashed into Viki's armpit and sideboob. Viki clipped some titty tissue and stripped Sara of her purple bra with a vicious poke through. Sara nearly took out Viki's eye. The razor point sliced Viki's cheek. The air began to feel very charged around the fighters – even more so than usual from serum or serum air.

The two rods clanged together with both topless fighters trying to strike one another. The x made by the weapons clung together like it was glued, and Sara felt the magnets trying to rip the rod from her grip. Sara stomped Viki's ankle. Viki found the floor, slipping, and then turned her aggression onto boxing Sara in the belly. Viki came away with both weapons in her hands. The pull backwards sent one of the branding irons flying and sticking into the wall near where Viki had entered the cage. Sara put a round of punches into Viki's midsection. Viki drilled Sara in the jaw and on the metal deposit there. Sara's jaw rattled. She returned a punch to bloody Viki's nose, but the Russian was tough and focused. Viki grabbed Sara's hair with the hand that also held the iron. Sara's brown locks tangled into the heated stick and burnt. Viki dizzied Sara with a blood splattering left handed haymaker punch to the mouth. Sara got off a kick to distance them to Viki's sternum, before stumbling. Sara had lost some hair and hurt her feet and ankles flailing.

“Boring round,” Megan said, looking across at the huffing and gasping contestants.

Viki roared and broke the rest of the curled branding tip on cage wall metal near Megan. Megan leaned back and sneered. Viki tried to pry the deposit in her side out with her fingers, but couldn't. She grit her teeth and stabbed herself, opening the wound, and slipping the metal out with a leveraged carve. Crimson spilled from Viki's flank wound. The circle got sucked to the floor and clanked hard. The pull of magnetism went full blast. Viki's fun bags flopped around as her feet flew out from under her. Viki's back smashed into cage wall and metal sheet. She dropped the iron to stop that from sucking her down, leaving her bent over and bleeding with her butt cheeks separated by cage bars.

When Sara went flying towards the opposite corner of the cage, her ass hit the sheet wall, but the floor pulled her face down. The deposit in her cheek kept her glued to the floor and the constant pull and pressure made her twitch and squirm. The cage bar floor was very uncomfortable too, digging into her chest, waist, legs, and arms. Sara's rump raised as she tried to get up. The magnetism was too strong. She pulled at her face. The round metal piece wasn't imbedded too deep at all, but she couldn't get it out with her fingers. It wasn't too hot, it just wouldn't come out, even when she scratched, clawed, or had a good grip. She couldn't be left like this unable to defend or she was in big trouble!

Megan flung open a cage on the door diagonal from Viki and or Sara. The actress had wanted to make a cool entrance, but the door slammed against the lattice wiring, and Megan looked very clumsy taking her first steps onto the magnet flooring underneath the cage bars. Megan's spiked and goth boots went CLANK CLANK CLANK as she tromped over to Sara with a smug grin. Viki struggled with all her might, shaking like a crack fiend, but looking more like a prostitute. Viki's sweaty bosoms swayed and blood spilled from the wound in her flank slowly. Viki shouted, “FUCK you, cocky BITCH! Let me at her!! That's my prey!! If I get my hands on a rod, I'll get your whore ass stuck to one of these walls and I'll BREAK you so HARD I'll make you suck your own DICK!”

“You're both so helpless,” Megan said with a wry smile. She lowered her black pants, sticking her hands by her hips and pelvis and pushing down. Megan flopped the big fat black Fuso out. Her waistband made the thick plastic go straight up and bang into her belly higher up than her navel. “It's so hot,” Megan said, rubbing the veiny portions of the prosthetic with a hand. Megan licked her lips and sauntered over to Sara. The Romanian wriggled her tight ass so that it was attracted very hard to the floor, hoping that could pull her face up. Sara saw the spikes on the toes of Megan's boots. Megan aimed to impale Sara in the face and possibly kill or maim her with a kick! Sara grimaced and put her arms up to defend. Megan cackled and followed through with her kick, puncturing Sara's arm. Megan said, “I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't blocked.” Sara moved her hands, groaning and inspecting the gaping holes pouring crimson in her forearm. Megan then booted Sara so hard in the face with the flat side of her boot, that the brunette in the purple lingerie finally got her face dislodged from the floor. Sara's back arched awkwardly as her butt was still stuck down. Despite her jaw being cracked, she put her hand over the deposit in her cheek to try and keep that from having such a strong pull.

“DAMMIT! MEGAN!” Viki growled. “I didn't think I'd be stuck – winning!”

“You're not winning,” Megan said. “Barely winning; maybe. You're both a bunch of pussy losers.” Megan grabbed Sara's hair and forced the Fuso into Sara's mouth. Sara was very attracted to Megan, but wanting to win this fight. Sara normally was a better sport when tired and beaten, but she wasn't beaten. Instead of sucking Megan like a sub, Sara bit down on the plastic mushroom cap. Megan howled. Sara guarded her hurt jaw. Megan fired her reactionary punch right into the deposit on Sara's face. Megan's knuckles hit metal and bled. Sara tried to tear the tip in her teeth, but Megan shoved and pulled out. The walls behind the chain links receded and F6 said, “The round timer is up, Megan.”

The Foxy Corp heiress let out a bunch of curses like a drunken sailor, reaching out for Sara, and clawing her shoulder. Sara got to her feet as the floor pulled away from underneath the bars. Megan's Fuso bumped Sara's belly button. Sara uppercut Megan in the crotch. She kicked Megan's ankles, and the black haired broad didn't realize that she needed to balance on bars. Megan fell down, slamming her head and back hard. Her tits flopped out of her top. Sara slammed a knee down across Megan's thigh, careful to place herself well on the bars. Then Sara clawed at Megan's pants, tearing the seam at the crotch. Sara felt little lines or wires going into Megan's private area, and attaching to the clit. In the process of pulling her top back down, Megan got very horny, rubbing her breasts. Sara pressed down hard on the wires and pushed up towards them to try and rub, stroke, and clench Megan where it counted. Megan squealed with double delight. Her eyes crossed. Her tongue lolled. Her thighs clenched, and Sara saw off white liquids spritz from two areas – between the hole in Megan's black pants, and out from the Fuso like a rocket.

Sara felt the cage rattle and sway. She looked up in time to see that Viki was likely to obliterate her face with a kick. The charging brunette in the white panties was so focused on Sara, she didn't see the bullet of fake cum fly from Megan's Fuso. The wad of artificial semen slopped right into Viki's eye. Viki's kick went high, clipping Sara's head.

“YOU fucking SLUT!” Megan roared. “Made me cum! I'll do worse to you!”

“Ms. Fox!” F1 said, speaking up and out more than he ever really did. “The metal in your boots is different than the deposit. The magnetic pull is growing.” Megan looked over her shoulder with wide eyes. Her body began to swivel and turn. Her feet went up into the air, her legs spread, and she went flying towards F1's lift with the metal floor. Megan turned and wailed. Her elbows hit the metal sheet, then her tits slammed down hard, leaking scarlet and lactate, and finally her chin bonked. Megan tumbled and shrieked, touching her injured areas. She curled into the fetal position, which was just an excuse to play with herself and the Fuso.

The topless Romanian kept her low blows going. She mashed her patella into Viki's pussy, and then the wild models embraced with savage wrestling fury. Sara tried to pull down Viki's undies and finger her. She banged her skull into Viki's throat and collar. Their hands clasped. Their arms raised grappling. Their chests banged together with such vigor, Sara was sure her breasts were getting worse than what Megan just got. Viki's tits were supple, but slapping hard, and all the meat behind those sacks wore down on Sara's pert rack. It stung and hurt. If the intense humping motions were indicative of the post fight sex, the loser was going to get a hardcore banging into orgasmic bliss. Sara locked lips with Viki, unable to fully depants her earlier. She tried to trib and lock lower lips. There were gasps and bites with both women looking down and trying to keep their footing. Viki practically tore a hole in Sara's mouth as Sara entwined her legs around Viki's thigh.

“I'LL SNAP your twig arms too!” Viki declared, pushing Sara's arms back. Sara had given up that battle of strength to focus down low. Sara's legs were superior, and had helped her in many fights. Sara squatted and aimed her butt metal for the floor bars, feeling the pull. Sara turned her face, and then whipped her head back the other way too quickly, jarring her own neck – but she and Viki tumbled downward. With their hands freed up, Viki grabbed inside Sara's mouth. Sara pulled Viki's hair. Viki tried to headbutt her foe. The Russian's face hit a floor bar. The bars were uncomfortable on Sara's back, but Viki was slightly dazed from the doozie of a fall to her forehead mostly. Sara pumped her knees up and into Viki's body, and tried to snare her neck in a headlock. Viki shook free of that and locked her arms up under Sara's armpits. Viki's naked ass cheeks shook. Her exposed vaginal lips were getting a lot of blood flow and she smelled sweet and seductive with serum affected pheromones. Viki roared and incidentally lifted Sara's butt from its magnetism. Sara kicked Viki in the cunt and mashed an elbow across the tanner fighter's nose.

The Romanian lingerie model looked graceful now on the cage bars. She hopped once and kicked Viki in her flank wound. She hopped again and alternated feet to kick Viki in the grill. The busty Russian flailed and spun. Sara leaped into the air, aiming her ass at Viki's back. The two deposits stuck together. Viki had nice abs, but couldn't hold that much weight up high – too much pressure on her back. Viki doubled over, grunting and spitting. Her big bosoms mashed into her knees. She tried to push her knee caps up and straighten her legs. Sara fired an elbow backwards, blaring the bone into Viki's temple. Viki tried to grab and claw Sara, but mostly missed. In turning, she gave Sara a perfect target to open her tight lipped mouth with a bow to her clenched teeth. Viki gasped and fell forward. Her strong legs broke the straps of her white panties, leaving her butt ass naked.

“I TOLD you to END the round NOW!” Megan screamed.

Sara clenched a fist with anger, knowing that although hurt; she was doing well, and maybe could've pushed a win. Sara saw the floors and the walls coming and skipped towards the edge she was going to be sucked to. She wiggled her booty and let that stick. Viki moved her taut buttocks between bars and began to sit up. She scooted back, seeing the floor and Megan coming, riding it. Megan was crouched down low, and snagged Viki's ankle. She held Viki in place as the floor continued sliding. Megan rode it masterfully, dipping her knees down onto the sheet, and then up when floor bars needed to be hurdled. Viki's back deposit clanged to the floor. Her back arched. Her orbs protruded with hard nipples. Viki punched the floor and clawed her back to no avail, kicking at Megan and into the Fuso. Megan stared at Viki's well endowed front. She sneered and then buried the spikes of a boot into Viki's underboob flesh. Viki bit her lip to not howl. Megan stomped Viki's belly. Viki grunted and couldn't fold. Megan cackled and trampled her heel into Viki's abs. Megan then sat down atop Viki's bruised stomach as the Russian reached up for her.

The Fuso wedged between Viki's cleavage mounds. Megan spit in Viki's face and grappled with her. Viki spat back. Megan banged the rod against Viki's heaving hooters. She slipped the tip into the titty puncture wound, but it didn't go much of anywhere. Megan said, “I could really open these up and ruin them. That's exactly what I'll do to all of you when you lose!” Megan's hormones raging gave her more power. Viki was also tired from fighting Sara and getting her back sucked down. Like a horny dog, Megan humped the Fuso between Viki's boobs and made Viki punch herself. Megan made their arms fly down and push Viki's tits together. Megan splooged on Viki's chest, chin, and collar.

The torture specialist, Megan, was too busy enjoying herself again, to see that Sara was freed from magnetism. Megan squatted over Viki, dipping her Fuso dick into Viki's wet pussy. Megan plunged deeper and thrusted hard, shaking Viki's arms while in complete control.

Sara reached through the cage lattice to the wall wear a strap-on hung. Sara stripped out of her purple panties and geared up for fucking. She could've leaped onto Megan's back, but still had an eye for Viki. Sara bumped into Megan's behind and grabbed her haunches. Sara tore off Megan's pants and smacked that ass before forcing the dildo between Megan's booty cheeks. Megan continued to cum all over like a porn star taking products to squirt for effect. Sara massaged and clawed Megan's chest. Then she grabbed hair and neck.

“Ew,” Viki complained. “I got Fox spooge all over me.” She punched Megan in the gut while getting up, and then delivered some sweet chin music. Viki then kicked Megan in the leg. Megan's feet shuffled. The Achilles of her boots with the spikes stuck into Sara's calves. Sara slung Megan down hard. Sara aimed a punch for Viki. The crazy Russian walked into it, taking the fist to the jaw. Viki karate chopped Sara in the neck where Sara had strained earlier. The naked Romanian winced. The dildo wagged and wobbled. Viki made herself as small as possible and dropped through the bars as Sara kicked and tried to grab her. Viki reached up. Sara tried to stomp Viki's hand, but the bronzed skin gal was like a monkey, swinging her tight ass up and through the bars. Viki's engorged bosoms nearly got her stuck. Sara turned to smash a knee into Viki's face, but got pulled by the dildo out of position. Viki got up and kneed Sara in the ribs. Sara kicked Viki right in the ass. Viki punched Sara in her busted jaw. Sara saw stars. Sara tried to snake a kick into Viki's crotch. The Russian was too close for good impact. Sara's heel felt the grime and goo left by Megan in and on Viki. Viki chest bumped Sara. She pulled Sara's hair, and attacked the weakened mandible spot again. Sara rocked Viki in the chin, but Viki was right up on her, and the punch was weak. Sara slapped a hand at Viki's vag. Viki bashed an open palm into Sara's neck and below the cheek deposit. Sara's head snapped back. Things went black for her.

The nude brunette with the tattoos went to the cage lattice sides. She jumped, bounced off the middle, and grabbed the top of the cage to swing. Before Sara could recover, Viki delivered a KO kick to Sara's nose and mouth. Blood burst from mashed and broken flesh. Sara may have fallen through to her demise if she hadn't gone into a corner with the walls and floors coming on again. “No, no NO!” Viki shouted, hustling over to the fallen warrior. Viki plopped Sara over her knee like a rag doll. Viki's back went against the wall. She shoved Sara's cheek against the wall too. Little crackles of Sara's neck sounded. She murmured, completely helpless, unless she was going to snap her own neck to stop from being fucked. At this point, the Romanian was willing to play along and be the sub. She had fought back and nearly won in such a weird special arena bout.

“I won't let you fuck her all to yourself,” Megan said, strutting up to the scene with her boots loud on the bars and metal floor.

The Russian scowled and took off Sara's strap-on. Viki got herself situated and dressed to be the dom, and entered Sara doggy style. Viki couldn't penetrate and move as she wanted, but made up for that with rough hands, hair pulling, spanking, and kiss/bite/nibbling. Megan picked up a branding iron. Viki noticed this, and Sara sighed as the scintillating punishment sex subsided momentarily. Viki guarded her face. Megan slammed the rod over Viki's shoulder. Viki winced. Megan sank the toe spikes of her boot into Viki's knee, and then whacked the branding iron across Viki's face. She bludgeoned Viki atop the head, and as if that wasn't enough, the Fuso wearing female lifted her leg high band buried her heel into Viki's mush. The only thing that kept Viki up and from falling over was the deposit in her back. Viki hunched over, drooling blood; dazed, and with the dildo lodged between boobs and the tip at her busted lips.

“That's what I like to see,” Megan said. “So humiliating. Turn the magnetism off!” Viki collapsed to the ground. Sara would have too, but Megan held her up. Megan plopped Sara onto her knees, and face fucked the Romanian wench. “GOOD!” Megan shouted. “Know your place, ho! I'm number ONE around here, always and forever! You got your ass kicked up here by a first round loser!!”

“Viki's way better than that,” Sara began, but then the Fuso got forced deeper down her throat. Megan yanked Sara's hair and cranked Sara's neck while forcing the oral. Megan then put her hands behind her head and finished with so much satisfaction and a primal cry, that the sound of the killing kick was nearly drowned out. Megan booted the side of Sara's head to SNAP her neck. It wasn't quite Sara's signature kill, but all the jizz bubbling in Sara's hot mouth made Megan feel a slimy sort of good. Viki awoke from her stupor and felt that Sara still had a pulse. The Russian grabbed the broken branding iron. She threw Sara down and then pressed the dildo into Sara's navel. Viki humped and put hands at Sara's ears to break the neck further and CRACK bones to make the loser like an owl in head rotation. Viki then lanced through Sara's lean tummy with the iron, and scared Megan off shaking the weapon at her. Megan was greeted by F6 for some sex or she might have fought Viki. Viki fucked Sara's tummy wound with the dildo and then got Sara's neck broken 270 degrees twisted.

The naked Russian let go of the victim's head and body. Viki pumped her fists and roared in victory. She tore off the dildo and threw it at Megan, disrupting the actress's fun with F6. Viki eluded Megan who gave a half assed chase. Viki got on Hudy's lift and lowered to safety while the other lift brought in healers to bag Sara. “I'll fight you next or Sara in a rubber match anytime!” Viki shouted. “Otherwise I'm not wasting my time with this EMCASA bullshit!!”

“Go fuck yourself, Viki!” Megan shouted. “Your kinks are nasty and ratchet!”

“You're practically fucking yourself with that bot,” Viki said. “You like demons and blood, weirdo.” Viki was still jacked up on serum, and tried to seduce or straight fuck Robert and Hudy. Both of them seemed like they wanted to, but stage fright, a sense of honor and duty first, or something stopped them. They distracted her long enough for other androids to be able to sedate Viki with darts.

While fornicating with F6, Megan whispered, “Let's kill Viki while she's passed out at climax.”

“You're in charge,” F6 said. The Fuso and F6's member clashed. He was good with his hands inside of her. Megan programmed him that way. Megan's eyes lusted over in white. Viki was taking a nap, but would still break like the rest of them. Another corpse and nut busting for Megan sounded like the best way to end this Cage Battle in the Sky. People were sure to talk about this one and get hooked on EMCASA now. Stupid Viki and Sara. They were so good to beat and fuck.

 

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EMCASA Fight for League Leadership: Sara C vs Bianca Juicy

The Foxy Corp Spanish estate on the coast in many ways could be like a beach paradise. The grounds were surrounded by dozens of loyal androids in business suits, acting as bodyguards and servants. Although the first season of the European Model Cagefight and Sexfight Association was over and won by Romanian Sara C, many fighting women were still at the estate. There were plenty of opportunities for big money fights, research to be done on serum, drugs, and new technologies like ai, robots, and mind control to be a part of. After winning the tournament, Sara C had been given the leadership reigns of the fighting league, purchasing a lot of new sex toys and expanding the scope of when, where, and how fights would go. Megan Fox, niece of Foxy Corp owner and operator Justin Fox, had always been in charge of EMCASA, but had decided to take some vacation time and pursue other interests after losing in the tournament semifinals to Maria and her creepy curse powers. Megan was back at the estate nearly full time again now, yet it wasn't Megan who had a fight to regain EMCASA leadership today. She was to be a spectator again.

Sara C had lost a fight to Bianca Juicy and turned over leadership and the excess league funds to Juicy; an ambitious tan skinned broad of bimbo proportions. Juicy had proven to back stab and do whatever it took to get an edge. She would have lost in a leadership fight to Sara's dirty blonde haired Romanian peer, Mandy, if not for Juicy cheating and using explosive devices in the cage. Juicy rested on the beach with a cohort of power hungry women – none of them seemed to honestly like each other. Juicy wore black sunglasses and a skimpy bikini. The white bikini design was busily brown, green, and blue in floral looking lines. It reminded Sara of a peacock. Juicy was always flaunting her body – and rightly so. She was hot and sexy. Her big tits were crammed into the top with cleavage and sideboob skin galore getting tanned by the Atlantic Ocean sun. The top had an extra strap at her sternum. In similar design, the bikini bottoms had an extra unnecessary decorative strap at her waist. Juicy should have been inside getting ready for the fight and greeting all the guests and celebrities she had invited. Instead; she lounged on a towel on a beach chair, letting Megan and the Foxy Corp androids receive the guests. Juicy normally was trying to show off for men and others. Sara noted Juicy's change, and chalked it up to becoming jaded as a leader or something nefarious.

Sara should have been getting ready for her fight too, but she'd been basking in the sun as well. The day wasn't too hot. The air was brisk and the view of the Ocean was delightful. Sara sat up, putting her hands to her blue bikini top. The straps had been down for tanning purposes. Sara had long sandy brown hair and a conqueror's intensity to her gaze when fighting or taking things seriously. She was lithe, incredibly resilient in a fight with bone breaking and jujitsu skills, and had been using her legs a lot recently to excel in competition. Sara preferred to be surrounded by the likes of her mentor Antonia (who was away performing music) and Ozana, but it was her friend and rival Mandy at her side now.

“Your tits look great,” Mandy said, swiping Sara's blue bikini top. “Show 'em. It's about time to fight anyway.” There was a pause of silence. Mandy was obsessed with her own big boobs, knowing how to use them to attract fans and high up people in the company with resources and protection. Even Delia's android, Robert, who originally was supposed to be an exclusive mate for her, seemed to like and play to Mandy's bimbo games as he was allowed to gain some former memories and was perhaps not designed or spawned the way many other androids were.

The topless brunette, Sara, gulped down electrolyte water from her bottle to be ready for the fight. This match was agreed to have no serum so the fight could be short and brutal with a focus on fucking the loser long and hard. Healings were meant for repairing or resurrecting killed or injured fighters, but they could also be cosmetic, adding tattoos, changing hair length, experimenting with bone lengthening, breast or butt expansion or shrinkage, plastic surgery to a degree etc. Sara had not done or requested any changes to her body. The size of her chest was not as important to her as it was to Mandy or others. Mandy left her compliments at that, and Sara grunted, trying to take back her top. It looked torn. Sara got up to stand taller than Mandy and said, “You ruined it. I guess I ought to go down to the basement anyway. The audience will get a short fight with no serum.”

“I think that bitch is cheating,” Mandy said, grabbing Sara's wrist and pointing at Juicy. Juicy slowly sipped from a water bottle and made a face like she'd ingested something syrupy and bitter. “She hasn't been drinking that like it is water. Serum keeps you pretty well hydrated. I should be in charge and meeting and greeting all the fans and studs.”

“You and Juicy both like to make a show of things and have tons of options at your disposal,” Sara said, elbowing Mandy in the tummy.

“You get tons of fights and to fuck lots of losers,” Mandy said. “You get tons of fights and lose your fair share too like you don't even care, but I kind of get it. I'd rather win all my fights and have some strong male side pieces.”

“You gotta stop fucking with and fucking Robert while Delia's away,” Sara said, walking towards the mansion side entrance. “She'll kill you, and he's not fully an android or like the others. Everything he sees gets recorded.”

“I know,” Mandy said, grinning. Robert got out of the ocean with his swim trunks highlighting his better than average package. He had a muscular body, neatly trimmed beard, and a certain swagger and posture that was reminiscent of his old self that was appealing. Mandy clutched Sara's arm like a school girl and added, “I'd fight Delia. If I get killed, who cares?! As long as I get a threesome with Robert. Beat this cheating bitch, Juicy, and then let's have a mass audience for me and Delia claws out. … I like that Robert wants to and doesn't want to be with me all the time.”

“I'm rooting for you, Sara!” Robert said, allowing his gaze to linger on Sara's naked bosoms for a moment. He liked that, and also, fans and people who would buy his footage of things liked that sort of lewd camera positioning. “I'm going to dry off, change, and get my position set for recording. I don't want to be in anyone's way. There will be plenty of men eager to be the lap you sit on Ms. D.”

“Shut the fuck up, Robert!” Mandy said, twirling a blonde lock of hair. “Call me Mandy. I know it's a formal fight with audience. Maybe I'll be like Sara's coach tonight.” Mandy rubbed Sara's shoulders. Sara shook her head and broke away from Mandy. Mandy would follow Robert into a bathroom likely. She would try to hook up, but Robert would be too focused on timing, being prompt, and doing duties such as recording that trumped a quick blissful tryst.

The black and white tiled floor of the basement was largely covered by chairs like you'd see in a movie theatre. Juicy had wanted to make this cagefight area more public friendly. Further away from the cage, the leather reclining chairs were on risers with cup holders and sliding table pieces. It tended to be a little cold in the basement, double noted due to Sara being out in the sun too much. Sara's long hair was just barely too short to cover her nipples even if she bunched it all at one side. Sara stood by a cage door, watching the audience spill in and androids serving them alcohol, food, and refreshments, and likely a lot of other possible drugs. Megan and her mate droid F6 sat in a throne right near the cage with Megan refusing to be lap dog, but sitting in an awkward tangled way with the lean and only blond android man.

Bianca Juicy flirted with a few important looking men with her sunglasses atop her head. She held her water bottle and took a sip when no one was looking except Sara furtively glimpsing it. Juicy's long black hair was still in a messy ponytail bun. Juicy largely relied on her boobs and body to impress. Androids had other EMCASA fighters including Mandy sectioned off near the back and side close to the marble staircase leading down to this area. Juicy made for the cage door opposite Sara. She took off her sunglasses, crunched them in her hand, and said, “That's your bones when I'm done with you, Sara. You won't win or take over. You can't, you washed up cunt!” Sara strode over to Juicy. Juicy hastened to beckon Bianca Fund with her hand. Then Juicy yelled at Fund like she was a minion, “Fat ass, B! Come ON! We don't have all DAY!!” Sara snatched the water bottle from Juicy, glad to feel that it was mostly full. Sara stood back as Juicy swiped and missed trying to get the bottle back. Sara squirted some juice into her mouth, and definitely tasted serum.

“Mandy's right,” Sara said. “You are trying to cheat!” Sara threw the water bottle into Bianca Fund's belly. Fund was a brunette Romanian rival of Sara's who was always trying to climb the ladder of success and power typically in nefarious ways. Fund liked to fight with her ass and behead people between her buns. Some women had trouble digesting or smoking serum. It was designed to be injected directly into the bloodstream. Sara hadn't ingested that much serum. She had already turned the switch in her brain with mindful breathing, focus, and determination to be ready to fight and kill her foe.

“Shallow accusation,” Juicy said, looking back at the fans. She nodded to Bianca Fund, who ran off to dispose of the serum water bottle evidence. Megan rolled her eyes.

The babe in the blue bikini bottoms, Sara, grabbed Juicy by the shoulder. She pulled Juicy forward and waited for the ponytailed pugilist to turn around. Sara threw a punch. Juicy's blocking hands knocked into her own face. Sara buried a fist into Juicy's belly. The tan Barbie proportioned gal hunched, gasping. Sara's punch wasn't that strong. Juicy's belly was upset and rumbling. She was having complications from trying to drink serum. Sara stomped Juicy's ankle and gave her a shove. The well endowed leader lost her balance. F2 pulled a spectator from his seat so that Juicy would fall into the chair. Her jugs jiggled. Sara kicked Juicy in the side of the head. This put a stupid expression on the dazed woman's face.

“Into the cage, slut,” Sara said, yanking up on Juicy's bikini top strap. Juicy shoved at Sara. The top came off in Sara's hands. Juicy fell back into the chair like it was capable of swallowing a person whole. Juicy's hands covered her chest as she still didn't have her mind in the fight. She was looking like a damsel and appealing to the male masses. Sara was shocked as she spun with a roundhouse kick that Juicy didn't get her hands up in time to block. Blood scored off Juicy's voluptuous lips. Juicy sank deeper into the padded leather seat. Her big boobs shook, pressing into her stomach as she tried to sit up and wipe her mouth. Sara snatched Juicy by the hair, dragged her to her feet, and added, “I don't want this to be too easy. Sipping that serum seemed to backfire on you.”

“Fuck OFF!” Juicy shouted, clawing Sara's thigh. Sara kicked backwards into Juicy's pussy. Sara twirled and blasted her elbow into Juicy's navel. Juicy's dangling melons shielded the blow to a degree, but Juicy looked and felt weaker than normal. Sara sidled behind Juicy, now yanking the ponytail out. Sara pulled up on Juicy's bikini bottoms to give her a wedgie. Sara goosed Juicy's anus and then prodded and pounded on Juicy's clit and vaginal lips. Juicy moaned and showed some renewed strength dislodging Sara's hand. Sara swatted Juicy ass and slung her at the cage.

The top heavy thot crashed her skull into the side of the cage. She would have fallen over, but when she turned around, Sara met her ribs with a swift kick. It was hard to hear or know over the cheers if ribs had been bruised or broken from the blow. Juicy's back had hit the cage hard. Her Cerebellum had bounced off the sturdy metal chain links as well. Juicy flailed. Sara grabbed Juicy's wrist and socked her enemy in the teeth. Black hair whipped as Juicy's head turned to the side. Sara curled her fingers around Juicy's bikini bottoms straps. Juicy moaned as the cloth stretched and pressed into her pussy. Sara kneed Juicy in the crotch. A badly aimed punch went off Sara's shoulder. Sara rammed her shoulder into Juicy sternum and abs. Juicy leaned on Sara, murmuring with her warm big tits resting on Sara's arm. Sara tossed Juicy through the door. The wench with the wedgie hit her heel on the raised bottom of the cage opening. She spun and fell onto her back; spread eagle.

“You gonna get up, or play to my strengths and I'll end you down there?!” Sara asked, looming over Juicy and staring at the bewildered woman's wet pussy slightly revealed by crooked bikini bottoms.

“You ain't strong, ho!” Juicy shouted. She tried to sit up, but her stomach clenched, and she collapsed onto the cold hard tiled floor. Juicy fluffed her tits so they wouldn't sag at the sides. Sara mounted Juicy, sitting on her soft tummy. Juicy whined. Juicy scratched Sara's chest. Sara dropped an elbow into Juicy's eye, making a bruise. Sara shifted between choking Juicy with hands around her throat, and punching down into and across Juicy's stupid face. Juicy's skin lightened and blued. Her tongue hung out after copious blood had burst from her busted lips and agape mouth. Juicy kept trying to grab Sara to no avail.

A quickly downed fighter on serum normally bounced back strong if the opponent pressed the advantage too much. Sara wanted to see this. Juicy wasn't on too much serum. Also, Juicy wasn't a complete pushover. The topless villain bolted up, headbutted Sara in the chin. It was bad timing. Juicy was sloppy all around toady. Leadership and cheating had made Juicy grow soft, weak, and undisciplined. Juicy kicked and wrestled Sara off. She got to her feet and tossed her sweaty raven colored hair over her shoulder contemptuously. Juicy tried to pretend like it was the weight of her perfect breasts keeping her doubled over and not stomach pain. Sara tried to increase the distance between the two, knowing that she was superior with kicks and long ranged attacks. Juicy grinned and said, “Running scared after pissing me off?!”

The big boobed EMCASA leader chest bumped Sara, trying to titfight and grapple. Their legs tangled. Juicy wanted to cram her patella into Sara's crotch, but only made a glancing blow before Sara got her thigh in the way. Juicy elbowed Sara in the temple. Sara tried to duck her head, but Juicy landed a solid uppercut that rattled Sara's jaw and brain. Sara arched and guarded. Juicy ducked low and popped a fist into Sara's abs. Sara grit her teeth, but endured that better. She slugged Juicy in the jaw. Juicy's eyes crossed. Juicy threw a right handed haymaker nearly blind and jacked Sara in the side of the ear and face. Sara backed up and kicked Juicy in the flank. Juicy tried to grab Sara's leg, raking nails into flesh, but didn't get the grip. Juicy aimed another powerful punch. Sara used both hands to catch it. She stomped out Juicy's knee, and yanked their arms up high. Their breasts shaking and their lean sexual bodies arched caught Robert's filming eyes as well as the focus of much of the audience. Sara twisted Juicy's arm, getting behind her near the cage wall. Something popped in Juicy's arm and shoulder and Juicy cursed. Sara kicked Juicy in the back of the head and the neck. THWACK!

The bimbo with the bronzed skin looked loopy and defeated as she barely shuffled her bare feet well enough to turn around. Sara backed against the cage to avoid a swipe down low of Juicy's hand. Juicy rocketed a jab straight into Sara's nose, drawing blood. Sara rammed her knee into Juicy's ribs and tit. The big mound squished and offered little protection to the lower injury. Sara kicked for Juicy's kidney, but Juicy caught it. Juicy used all her body weight to try and spin Sara into the cage. Sara opened her foot as wide as possible to stomp the cage grating, knowing that Juicy was trying to trap her there. “Gotcha!” Juicy bragged, elbowing Sara in the thigh, and trying to cripple Sara at the leg. Juicy jerked Sara's foot through cage lattice and grinned. “You're done!” Juicy declared. Sara winked and swiveled her body. Her ankle between the cage metal wasn't stuck tight and rolled with her weight and momentum. Sara kicked Juicy super hard in the mush. Juicy's side and body bounced off the ground like she'd been shot from a rocket. The blood drops from Juicy's face dribbled onto white tile. Juicy tried to do a push up, but ended up flopping onto her bulbous front.

“No,” Sara said, getting her foot free of the cage and landing gracefully. She stared at her downed rival and said, “You're done.” Sara hopped into the air and landed her heel in the middle of Juicy's spine. Juicy screamed. Sara got off the prone woman. Juicy's rump was in the air. Sara kicked Juicy in the neck to secure the victory and enough damage to the babe with bronzed skin that all she had left in the tank was survival during punishment sex. Juicy rolled over onto her back after being kicked in the neck, gasping, crying, and touching her neck as if that could help put it back right. Juicy twitched and squirmed on the tile. Sara watched this like a hungry predator, touching herself.
The Romanian champion stepped out of her own blue bikini bottoms and dangled them in the air. Serum was available for her to get lost in sex, but she didn't need it. Sara shoved her bottoms into Juicy's mouth to gag her. Sara then lifted Juicy by the hips and tore off Juicy's bikini bottoms. Sara stepped in and went crotch to crotch with Juicy for a few minutes. Juicy's body contorted and she ended up on her front, taking it, and pounding a fist on a black tile in pleasure and agony. Sara clapped Juicy's ass and swatted a cheek raw before dropping Juicy down again. Sara lifted Juicy by the hair and slung her into the cage. Juicy's big rack flattened and molded against the metal. Megan was up, and held Juicy through the cage by the arms. Megan spit in Juicy's face and said, “You're no leader. I'd destroy you in a match like this. Next time I fight you, you're more than DEAD!” Juicy whimpered as the loge went over her breasts. Megan gave Juicy a titty twister and slapped Juicy's fun bags. Sara was presented with sex toy options from a portable closet on wheels. She took a vibrator and a strap-on dildo, allowing F1 to help her get the waist harness situated. Other androids sold serum to men in the stands to make them forget about others and embrace their animal lust. The highest bidders were going to get a little pumped up and pump into Juicy and maybe even Sara if she wanted it. She was in charge and dictating the orgy and gangbang from here on out. Sara had to show the men what all they could get and do as well. “This is how to fund raise,” Sara said. “A few of you can get in on this. Work with Megan and the androids while I enjoy myself alone with her for a bit.”

The dom with the black plastic dong donned rode up behind Juicy and porked her in the butt. Sara pulled hair, groped boobs, smacked dat ass, and rubbed Juicy's clit while anally fucking her. The dildo had a release button for fake jizz that Sara painted Juicy's rumbling ass cheeks with. Sara then took Juicy to the ground with a toss. Sara banged the prosthetic dick into Juicy boobs and then found the cleavage. Juicy pushed her tits together for paizuri titty fucking until Sara kicked Juicy's injured arm and it snapped. Sara pulled Juicy up by the hair and forced a blow job. She coated Juicy's thirsty mouth with jizz and cum. Sara demanded the Juicy use her functioning hand for pleasing Sara. Sara got some tongue action from Juicy as well in an area that mattered for her. Juicy slobbed all over the knob of the sex toy, getting the men throwing out money like mad for their turns.

The elegant dance of the orgy, orchestrating three different men into the fucking of Bianca Juicy was led by Sara. More than once Megan had to nod in approval at the tactics, money made, and absolute humiliation of Juicy's supple body. Juicy got fucked in and on the chairs, up against the cage, had several dicks in multiple holes at once, and played her part, sucking and giving handies like a good sub. It was hard for Sara to get a hold of Juicy after all the men had lost at least one load in or on her. Sara needed a new strap-on despite its good volume of artificial semen now bone dry. Sara had used it all. Semen dripped from Juicy's ear. She couldn't hear. She walked funny. Sara tossed Juicy down onto all fours. Sara played with Juicy's butt and pussy from behind with fingers and vibrator alike. Juicy had another explosive orgasms before Sara was satisfied.

Then the victorious nude brunette, Sara, forced Juicy's neck through a pad of a reclining chair. Juicy's head was between the metal braces. Sara tried to close the chair. CRICK. SNAP! Juicy emitted a cum guzzling cry of death. She twitched with her head turned over ninety degrees. Sara roughly pulled Juicy away from the chair and sat back in it like this was her own personal throne. Sara had wrapped her legs around Juicy's neck with the dildo hitting Juicy's face and eye. Sara jammed the vibrator through Juicy's eye to her skull – a double tap for the kill. Sara had Juicy's hot mouth at her private area. Sara twisted Juicy's neck even more getting popping and crackling sounds to drown out the cheers. Sara then kicked the corpse to the ground.

“Fatality,” Megan said. “At least we have a more competent leader again, but I'll kill you, Sara, and take it all back as soon as you're ready.”

“I'm ready now,” Sara said, standing up.

“We'll arrange something later,” Megan said, counting cash and backing off to go be with F6. Sara looked forward to that. Even with only a small amount of serum in her body, her adrenaline had been high and her fighting and fornication experience had been as good as normal if not better. It was a dominant and impressive win, and nearly guaranteeing her a steamy fight with Megan Fox again soon.

 

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EMCASA Fight for Leadership: Megan Fox vs Sara C

The brunette bikini model, Sara, made her way down the marble staircase in the EMCASA estate to the tiled basement with the biggest cage for fighting. She pushed her sunglasses up to the top of her head, pushing back long dark locks. She had been out at the beach. The temperature and light adjustment inside was drastic. Sara's bare feet clomped on the staircase even though she was graceful and light footed. Hudy, Robert, F1, and other androids had helped set up the basement for the leader fight, so that Sara could waltz in fashionably late. That would piss off Megan.

“Nice ass, Romanian,” a blond tattooed man said. He was tall and lean, sitting in a red armchair pretty close to the cage; reserved for Megan's guest of honor. Sara had assumed F6 would be there. This man was Machine Gun Kelly (MGK), Megan's husband, who F6 had been modeled after. MGK added, “Do the steps again, Toots, and maybe you'll bounce out of that itty bitty black bikini top. My bae is gonna spill your blood all over this place!”

Sara kept her mouth shut. She wasn't sure what MGK was on. She tossed her sunglasses in his tented lap. He went to grab them, and helped himself to a touch of himself, before crunching the glasses in his fist. He had his own designer sunglasses. Megan really wanted to win this fight and have special celebration sex if MGK was present. He normally liked this kind of thing, but was too busy for it; and Megan liked to fulfill a lot of weird sexual fantasies to the losers without him. MGK was into seemingly all the kinkiest and most pagan stuff Megan was into as well though.

“I must say the basement looks better since you've been back in charge,” Megan said to Sara. “Less cluttered. Only a few VIP seating areas well spaced, unlike fucking Juicy bringing in risers and whoever the fuck she wanted. All these clients are quiet, not going to get in the way, and have had healings. If they are out of line, they'll be zapped. That's how it should be. Not allowing every random in who has any connection to someone hot or who has money.”

The black haired actress looked out at the crowd and the EMCASA women allowed downstairs for the event. Juicy, pointedly, had not been invited. Bianca Fund and a long leggy blonde named Emma were working hard on sucking up to Megan and becoming her most devoted and strongest lackeys. They were both formidable in their own rights. Sara's rivalry with Emma was newer and more exciting to her than the one with Bianca. Both of those women were in Megan's corner. Sara had her mentor, Antonia, and Ozana here. Mandy was miffed that she didn't make the cut for the invite. She was likely in a big living room watching the fight with other women like Emily now. With the shortened supply of serum, the usual aphrodisiac and orgy-like atmosphere of the estate had settled down a bit. Women were more likely to be in their rooms alone, but most of them were still very social most of the time.

“Do you have any last insults you want to hurl my way, before I break your body, and drag your cute ass around the crowd, getting every hungry hole filled?” Sara asked.

“I've got plenty,” Megan said, taking off her little pink woven cover up top. Megan's body was exceptionally tan, toned, and hot. She wore a little necklace with a silver dog tag with 'MGK' printed on it. Her outfit was the same one she'd worn in an iconic episode of Two and Half Men. Megan's blue jeans shorts were skin tight, showing the lines of the bikini bottoms that certainly matched the pink and maroon striped bikini top. Megan's belly-button piercing would be a nice target for Sara to aim for – and not just with punches. Megan took out her hoop earrings, which was smart, and rung her husband's erect member with one of two. They both laughed. Megan giggled. Sara noticed a small dart in MGK's shoulder where his sloppy white wife beater hung crooked. He'd been injected with just enough libido enhancing serum to not care that he was in public. He was very horny, and in all reality, Megan and Sara were too; juiced with adrenaline and left over serum in their veins coursing before the fight.

“As promised,” Sara said, getting into the cage, “we fight on no serum to see if I keep leadership of the league, or if you take it back for the time being.”

F1 scanned Sara's body with his hand and said how she wasn't on any serum. F9 scanned Megan and reported the same finding. Megan stepped through an open door to get in the cage and really slammed the door to try and intimidate Sara. Megan clenched her fists, set her jaw, and stepped forward, ready to box. Sara immediately sent a kick at Megan's thigh. The actress tried to catch Sara's leg, but missed. She clawed thigh. Sara threw a right handed haymaker punch. Megan tried to evade, but still took it to the jaw. A similar punch had knocked out the black haired beauty at a gym where this fight got hyped. Megan yelped, stumbled, and ducked her head.

The bikini model belted Megan in the flank with hard knuckles. Sara's boxing practice had really paid off. Megan grabbed Sara tight in a clinch. The hug was full of warmth, passionate heat, and anger. Sara slugged Megan in the tummy. Megan kneed Sara in the crotch. Sara should've known to guard there. The two dark haired combatants crashed into the cage bars in a full embrace, struggling wildly against one another, and now grappling with both hands tied up. Their noses and foreheads collided. Megan was humping or trying more low blows, but Sara blocked. Megan gave more than a nibble to Sara's earlobe. The slippery babe whispered haughtily in Sara's ear, “I'm gonna fuck you so hard! This crowd will enjoy your defeated body, but not as much as m—”

Sara slung the side of her head into Megan's mouth, drawing blood. Sara kicked hard up into Megan's kidney. Megan tried to grab Sara's leg and missed again. Megan snatched Sara's hair. Sara countered with a punch. Megan spun with flying elbows and got socked near the armpit, moving her shoulder blade. Sara karate chopped Megan's arm to get her hair free. Sara kicked Megan right in the spine. Megan grunted and hunched over. An uppercut from the Romanian fighter split Megan's lips. A squirt of crimson propelled into the air. Megan fell onto her ass. The tan movie star turned over to crawl towards the other side of the cage. Sara leaped into the air. Megan pulled herself just out of the way, clutching cage link iron. Sara's knee grazed Megan's ass.

“Time to get you undressed, and more ready for sex, Ms. Fox,” Sara said. She opened her palms and swatted Megan's behind, since it was presenting in such a naughty and tempting way. Sara put her hands on Megan's hips, and then tore her fingers into the denim. On no serum, and with Megan's shorts likely made expressly for the purpose of being durable and getting in Sara's head, Sara quickly gave up on the notion of using brute strength to tear through Megan's jeans. Sara's fingers plucked the bikini bottoms strap. Sara gave Megan another spank and shook her from the cage. Megan's boobs hit the tiled floor, saving her chin from a harder smash. Sara pulled Megan's shorts over her rump. The bikini bottoms slid over that tan peach bottom too. Megan reached back to not be totally depantsed.

“Strip her later!” Antonia recommended.

Of course, Sara's mentor was right. Sara got Megan's shorts off. Megan kicked Sara right in the gut. Sara reeled from the blow, flinging the shorts. Megan got up, climbed up the cage, turned, and leaped off. Sara should have dodged, but she was mesmerized by Megan's pussy right at her face for a moment too long. Megan tried to sit on Sara's chest. She aimed to wrap her legs around Sara's neck and back, but they both went down. Sara got punched in the head, but struck Megan with flailing elbows. In the scrum on the slick black and white tiled floor, Sara lost her black bikini top. Stinging cuts dripped crimson from her collar and breasts.

“I took you down easy!” Megan bragged, reaching for and grasping Sara's crooked bikini bottoms.

“I've got you right where I want you,” Sara said, throwing all her weight into Megan. There was a bite and or a kiss or two with Megan hissing and writhing. Sara's eyebrow got busted open, but she smashed a knuckle into Megan's camel toe. Megan moaned and kicked Sara in the side of the head. The ground and jujitsu specialist, Sara, swiped Megan's leg from up high and flipped the pink bikini broad over. Sara worked to bend Megan's leg like a pretzel, using gravity to help cripple and hurt her foe. Megan growled, humped the tile, and used their sweat to keep things sliding. Sara jerked at Megan hard, going for a break. Sara thought she heard Megan's hip pop from the socket, but the crowd was getting loud.

Blood burst from Sara's mouth as Megan really hit and punched hard in defense. Megan scrambled to get to her feet, limping. Sara grabbed the back of Megan's bikini top. Sara's nails raked into Megan's bare brown skinned back. Megan shimmied out of her pink bikini top. Her bottoms were riding low, leaving hip dimples and booty salivating crack showing. Sara's eyes caught a myriad of sex toys hanging against the darkest portion of the cage wall. Sara wanted to goose Megan and more, but settled for a cuntbusting patella to Megan's groin. Megan lashed out with a wail. Her elbow cracked and popped as it slammed into Sara's nose.

The two topless brunettes staggered. Megan backed into the cage wall. Strap-ons and vibrators shook. Megan turned her head to tongue a veiny pink plastic model. She stroked it, and then rubbed at her own kitty rough and fast. Sara charged. The current EMCASA leader pumped on the brakes as Megan threw a punch. Sara evaded, grabbed Megan's arm under her own armpit and tried to snap it with an elbow strike to the bicep and a twist. It was effective in getting Megan to holler, but Megan launched a hell of a knee into Sara's navel. Sara gasped. Megan wrangled free, striking Sara in the neck. The gasping models faced one another and exchanged another series of unblocked blows. Megan took a kick to her uninjured leg, and really looked to tumble. Sara got caught in the chin by Megan's fist.

Megan hobbled and bent over to create space. Sara sensed weakness and tried to kick Megan's injured leg. Megan got her succulent thigh out of the way with a giant sweeping kick of her own. Megan's foot crammed Sara's mandible something fierce. Sara saw stars. Knuckles plowed into Sara's eye. Megan's nails pierced into Sara's scalp as she clutched hair and forced Sara's head down. Sara tried to cover her face, but still took a knee to the grill. As the Romanian woman fell backwards, Megan continued the combo assault with a blood spattering punch to Sara's lips. Megan shifted her weight, grimacing, but fighting through her injury in an impressive way. Megan kicked Sara in the throat. Sara's back bounced off the cage. A flying elbow across the nose, broke bones, spilled a lot of blood, and sent Sara falling down hard. Megan hopped atop her falling prey.

The tight cheeks of the black haired gal pressed into Sara's abs. Megan pushed at Sara's face, making Sara's Cerebellum clonk on the tile. Megan shook Sara by the neck, raining down punches and elbows. It was a bloody mess quickly. Sara didn't have enough in the tank to recover. She tried to tangle with Megan and hug. Sara broke one of Megan's fingers or something, but it wasn't enough to stop a knockout blow from knocking her head down against the tile again. Sara was out cold, but only for a very short moment. Sara felt Megan's pert buns move atop her crotch. Sara then felt a dart hit her shoulder. This was just enough recovery and libido enhancing serum to keep Sara alive and into whatever Megan had in store for sexual humiliation and punishment.

By the time the former leader really came to, Megan had them both naked. Megan wore a large peach colored tattooed Fuso with piercings in it. This one was specially designed to have balls filled with fake semen to go through the rod and shaft. It had no straps, and connected into Megan's most private area. Megan used a regular strap-on dildo with a leather strap, to corral Sara by the neck. It could also be a noose for the fatality. Megan jerked on the dick piece to make Sara slide on her knees out of the cage. Then Megan tickled Sara's ears and face with the black plastic wang. She shoved it deep into Sara's throat, and pressed the release button until Sara's eyes rolled. Sara choked and spit the oatmeal like white paste all over her sexy naked body. Megan then face fucked Sara with her Fuso. Megan stroked Sara's neck, cheek, and head while barely holding in her own ejaculate.

Megan gave Sara a shove and kick, before releasing a load of fake stuff mixed with her own real juices. Sara fell over. Megan then dragged Sara over to MGK. Megan pulled Sara's arms. The horny man was all over Sara's crotch with his mouth and tongue – his pierced tongue?! MGK's hands were as rough as Megan's. It was like they were playing tug of war with her, and fighting over who got the best hole between her legs. Lots of white goo was lost like machine gun loads, and Megan and MGK seemingly played swords with one another. MGK got a handful of Sara's blood. Megan slapped Sara across the face and mouth to get some plasma herself. Her and MGK hugged together, sandwiching Sara while plowing any hole they could. The two freaks and kinks made the blood mix, and licked their hands, and sloppily kissed one another, casting Sara aside for one quick moment. The next man in the crowd with a dart in the back of his neck was wanting to get in on this badly. Megan and MGK only allowed that for a little.

To rub in the loss, Megan dragged Sara over to a few chairs of spectators to get fucked. Megan wanted to be dominant and have the best sex herself on every visit with other fans. Megan pounded Sara doggy style, clapping that ass with her hands and from the sheer vigor of the thrusting. Sara and Megan were covered in sticky emissions. This made it hard to stay rooted on the tiled floor or have stability. Megan got tired of sharing Sara, and jerked her away. Megan kicked Sara in the ribs, putting Sara onto her back; spread eagle. Megan fisted Sara hard, draping the wounded woman's legs over her shoulders. The back of Sara's head hit the ground repeatedly. She tried to shake herself off Megan's shoulders, but the winner wouldn't allow it. Megan jerked off her Fuso with her hand, squirting into Sara's face and mouth. Megan broke Sara's legs and tossed the limp doll off. Megan then stood up and said, “I've loved every second of this, but I just can't stall the kill any longer.” Megan's eyes flashed blue and twinkled. She grinned mischievously, and stomped Sara's neck and throat. CR-RUNCH!! The leather strap over Sara's mashed windpipe was also broken. Sara gasped and shook, not quite dead yet.

Megan took the black toy and placed into into Sara's glory hole to stick up like a flag of victory or a sign of how hot and turned on that Sara should be by getting fucked by Megan and this controllable little VIP crowd. Megan began to give the plastic a foot job, which in turn gave Sara some pleasure between spasms of life leaving her body. Megan then lifted Sara by the hair, straddled a leg over Sara's neck to practically suffocate her by the pussy beneath the Fuso – and then Megan twisted Sara's neck 180 degrees with a SNAP! CRACK! CRUNCH! Bone grinding fatality. Megan let the corpse drop and found that she still had plenty of sexual energy of her own to power the otherwise spent specially designed Fuso with testicles. Megan itched at those and then sat down in the armchair MGK had been in and jizzed in. Megan sat with her legs open.

“AWESOME!” MGK said. He jumped into the arms of two androids, expecting them to carry him up to a bubble bath. He was going to get relaxing drugs and pass out. He'd need it after expelling so much sexual energy too. Megan would need that too. Her adrenaline was still a bit high from the kill and the win. She looked around, smiling.

“EMCASA is and always was mine, bitches!” Megan gloated while androids bagged Sara's body.

 

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EMCASA Contending for a Leader Battle: Sara C vs Emily Elizabeth

The Foxy Corps estate was never a dull place. Sara was minding her own business, doing a little relaxing on the beach, when she overheard Megan and Emily with raised voices. Sara had a nice natural tan going. She sat up from her reclining beach chair, and grabbed her white strapless bikini top with the flowery print on it so it wouldn't fall down. Sara didn't mind revealing herself in private around here or for a fight, but things had been a bit tense lately. Emily's girlfriend or maybe not; Cora, arriving and then leaving and still being a nudist had been interesting. The women who liked to walk around nude or being very promiscuous, were getting a bad reputation for some reason all the sudden. It likely had to do with Megan being in charge again, and wanting to be legitimately the most popular. In the past, records had been altered to give her the perception of being the most viewed, bought, and desired for film reals.

“Shut up, and PISS OFF, Uncle FUCKER!” Megan shouted, shoving Emily. There were rumors that Emily had sex with Justin Fox, owner of Foxy Corps. That, and Emily being very outspoken against a lot of Foxy Corps products had her like a pariah to be avoided. The black haired actress, Megan, added, “You tried to fuck your way to the top when your talent in UFSO ran out too! You're nothing to me, whore! Go fuck Robert or some ugly loser Foxy Corps rando worker! … You would!” Megan waved a fist in Emily's face. The busty blonde wore a yellow bikini and she was very oiled and lotioned up. Her cleavage was shiny, but she wasn't walking around nude or topless yet like she did with Cora.

Megan wore a black bikini and sunglasses. Her entourage and her most trusted friends or lackeys were constantly changing. In EMCASA Season One there had been Megan and the Chosen Five. Now, it was the Foxy Five, and depending on who was around, those women got a lot of extra perks, drugs, serum, fights, favoritism, etc. Inna, Iryna Shayk, Delia, Emma, and Bianca Fund were the main Foxy Five at the moment, but the pop stars were often out performing. The long blonde haired thin tall beast, Emma, also wore a strapless bikini and was one of the two to step in Emily's way threateningly. The other Foxy Five bully was Bianca Fund, using her fat ass to nearly topple Emily over with a booty bump.

Sara adjusted her teal bikini bottoms as Megan lowered her glasses to stare, while storming off to go back inside. Emily pushed past Megan's cronies and shouted, “I was drugged! I met him to talk about all the anti-depressants, ADD pills, birth control, hormone blockers, gene therapies, vaxcines, pain killers, muscle enhancers, and shitty substances with hidden terrible side effects that this company and the others he works with are pedaling and profiting from!”

“Yeah, whatever,” Megan said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “You don't get to fight me for leadership to try and change any of that, and you don't even get to talk to me. If you want a chance to get at me later, you have to beat my main competition. Beat Sara. We all know you can't. The beach side cage is open and ready now.”

“We're all experiencing serum withdrawal and other side effects,” Emily said. “Let's just be calm and talk. Then we can go nuts and fight!” The EMCASA leader, Megan, rolled her eyes, put up her hand to silence Emily, and then walked off and into the mansion. It was not like they were all junkies and addicts. In Megan's opinion; Emily was exaggerating and making mountains out of mole hills. Emily had spoken to a lot of doctors and had done more research than most of her peers to form her opinions.

“Emily vs Sara won't be worth watching,” Emma said, pulling Emily's wrist to hold her back from chasing Megan. Bianca rammed her ass into Emily's long slender torso and then kicked Emily's blue ball cap towards the ocean. One of Sara's training rivals, Mandy, grabbed Emily's hat. Mandy, who wanted to be a lusted after Barbie bimbo, was actually wearing a top with her bikini and having a normal non enhanced yet still big bust. Emma got her glass of whiskey from the female android F9, took a swig, and lost grip of Emily's wrist. Emma kicked Emily in the ribs. The well endowed blonde in the yellow gold bikini whipped around with her face flushed and her fists clenched. Emma threw her drink into Emily's chest. The brown alcohol sloped off Emily's knockers and spritzed into her face. Emma said, “As much as watching you lose is fun, I can see the videos. The androids will make sure you don't cheat and keep the fight official. It will prove that you're a weak, pathetic, loser.” Emma threw the glass down and it broke at Emily's feet. Red blood seeped into the sand from Emily's cut foot and toes.

“I kind of wanted to watch,” Fund said.

“No you don't,” Emma said, dragging Bianca Fund by the arm to follow Megan inside.

Before Emily could give chase, Sara was going to stop her. It just so happened that Mandy pulled Emily back and plopped Emily's blue ball cap back over her head. Mandy said, “Keep that steam in. Keep your hat and your head on, Emily. I don't really care what happened with you and Mr. Fox. I'd fuck him.”

“I didn't!” Emily declared. “That wasn't even my intention! He wouldn't talk to me. He wouldn't listen! Robert has helped, but he's limited! Cora is right behind me, she's just busy with other stuff.”

“Like fucking other people!” Bianca Fund said over her shoulder from the door leading into the mansion. Fund stuck out her tongue and gave Emily the finger. Emily gave Bianca the finger back, blushing. Emily brushed Mandy off aggressively.

“I'd definitely like another sexfight with you, Sara,” Emily said, “but it just pisses me off, Megan is such a child! She won't even talk to me!” Emily punched through the plastic rungs of a beach chair. Sara wondered if things were okay between Emily and Cora. Cora had a big following for mental health, meditation, suicide prevention, etc, and traveled a lot. It was possible she was just doing all of that still.

“Pot calling the kettle black,” Mandy grumbled, watching Emily kick and destroy the chair.

“I'm not going to go easy on you, Emily,” Sara said. “I don't know or care about your reasons for wanting to fight.”

“I want to be in charge to block funds made by us going into harmful substances!” Emily said, shaking off the ruined chair pieces. Her foot was really bleeding now, but she grimaced, licked whiskey off her upper lip, and put her hands on her hips. Emily added, “I don't want you to go easy on me! I lost to you in the tournament. I'd like nothing more than to beat you fair and square. No serum will be a challenge for both of us. I won't even need a libido enhancer when I win.”

“You won't win,” Sara said. She slid a hand across Emily's moist rack, and then tried to dry her hand on the yellow bikini top; mostly just cupping and shaking Em's round bosom. Sara said, “Get that slop off. I want to be able to grab and break you.”

Emily nodded. She winked, blew Sara a kiss, and then took a towel to her chest. Emily peeled off the entire top to really get the sticky liquid off sufficiently. Sara figured they would start the fight topless, but Emily but her top back on as if worried about Megan and others being mad at her already. Emily gave Sara a hard pat on the ass and said, “This is all so sudden, but I'm looking forward to it.” Emily pranced over to the cage where she was scanned by F8 to make sure she wasn't on any serum. F9 scanned Sara and the female androids in business suits shut the cage doors, entrapping Sara and Emily for a fight to the death. A crowd of EMCASA fighting women gathered around as the sun began to set.

The Romanian brunette and top contender for the next fight against Megan for EMCASA leadership, Sara, had half a notion to stomp and attack Emily's bloody foot. It made the sand in the cage underneath her look pink. Dirt clumps were covering the wounds by now, and Emily looked light on her feet, bouncing around like a jackrabbit. Robert, the one android who didn't wear suits and sunglasses all the time, clearly was watching Emily's breasts bounce. For being a shorter woman, Emily had a long torso to target. Sara stripped off her strapless white bikini top, and flung it with reckless abandon. She said, “I'm not afraid to piss of Megan or anyone else.”

“I'm not,” Emily said. “I shouldn't be.” Emily looked Sara up and down, licked her lips, and said, “Hot.” Instead of peeling off her yellow bikini top, Emily stepped up with her hands balled and rocketed a punch at Sara's jaw. Sara dodged and tried to grab Emily's arm. Emily slung her limb back quickly as if she predicted that. Emily winked and made kissing lips. Sara kicked Emily, cramming her foot into the hourglass curve on Emily's left side. Emily winced, backpedaled, and circled Sara. She bobbed up and down, trying to shrink the area of her body able to be attacked. Sara faked a kick. The feint allowed her to charge. Sara barreled into Emily, trying to plow her over and wrestle on the ground. Emily stood her ground, pushing Sara back with a bump from her big boobs. Sara clipped Emily's chin with a left handed jab. Emily backed against the cage.

“Don't be a head case,” Sara said. “Give me a good fight.”

The lean blonde looked out into the audience, made eye contact with the bearded bot, and said, “Robert. Do you think you could get that rolling cabinet of sex toys Sara got the league up here from the basement?!” Robert shrugged and nodded. Sara kicked Emily. The brunette's foot hit against her foe's crotch, instead of going up under it for max damage. Emily sidled and shoved at Sara. Sara turned, brushing her booty up against the cage links. Emily said, “I'd love to hug and wrestle, but that's your strong suit. I'm aiming to win! I'm already thinking about punishing your sexy ass. I wanna be dominant like in UFSO again. Your ass pressed against the cage. Mmm.”

F2 did not want to help Robert go to the mansion basement. Emily looked his way. Sara bent over, picking up sand, annoyed with Emily's lack of focus. Sara thought that dangling her melons would get Emily to have tunnel vision on only her. Emily definitely noticed and her eyes widened, but then she looked to the droids again. Sara threw sand at Emily. It hit the bimbo's chest. Emily didn't even notice. Sara hadn't wanted to blind Emily with a dirty sand in the face trick anyway, but still. … Emily should focus on Sara. Robert said, “I do want to watch and record with my eyes how this bout plays out.”

“Pay attention to the fight,” Sara shouted, decking Emily with a right handed hook. An arch of blood parted from Em's busted lips and splashed onto F2's white button down shirt. Emily's blue hat fell off and she likely would've fallen down if not for bounding into the cage wall. The androids all had sex toys on their person. Emily looked down and noticed the sand on her moist bosoms with a bit of surprise. Her back was arched and her long lean tummy was vulnerable. Sara aimed a roundhouse kick there. The extra time it took to turn allowed Emily to hunch. Sara's foot blasted into Emily's tit, cratering the mammary flesh and getting a nipple and most of one tan mound to flop out. Sara pressed up against Emily, trying to trip her and take her down. An elbow smashed atop Sara's head. Sara bent low, hoisting Emily and banging her against the cage. Sara lifted, bridged her back, and suplexed Emily, to slam the blonde's head down. Unfortunately the earth below was sand, and Emily flipped over, barely dazed. The nearly topless blonde got to her feet with sandy cheeks and grit her teeth.

“That was a surprise,” Emily said. “I'm focused now.”

The Romanian brunette stepped forward, uncorking another doozie of a punch. Saliva and scarlet slopped from Emily's agape mouth after taking the blast dead on the cheek. Sara followed immediately, chancing on the success of the punch with a kick. Her heel got Emily in the temple on the side Emily was dipping down towards. The blonde certainly looked dazed now, and ready to be broken on the ground. Sara set her feet, ready to fling Emily onto her back. Emily jerked her arm up as if she were possessed or being controlled by a puppeteer. Emily cringed and chewed on her own lip with fight intensity and a green twinkle to her eyes that Sara had seen before. Emily hammered down a fist into the bridge of Sara's nose. Sara grunted, winced, and felt the warm red fluid wash over her lips.

“I can't wait to fuck you either,” Sara admitted, trying to grasp Emily. The beautiful women bounced off one another. Sara scrunched her busted nose, irritated by the blood, and kicked for Emily's ribs. Sara connected with Em's soft breast tissue sideboob. It was official that Em had completely fallen out of her yellow bikini top now. Sara punched for Em's head, but the blonde raised up. Sara's attack was another tit mauling accident. Em did offer her breasts as shields a lot. Sara snatched Em's top, and slung the chesty chick fighter into a forearm lariat to the throat.

Emily's feet went out from underneath her. Her back hit the sand. Her tight ass made a hell of an imprint. The topless blonde gave her abused and engorged melons a quick massage. Emily brought her knees up, clenching her abs. Sara leaped and aimed to land on Emily's face with a heel. Emily kicked out and got to her feet with impressive ab strength. Emily was likely to bound into the cage and smash her bulbous front like a staggering weakling, when she likely had plenty of strength reserves. Sara exercised her patience, and was shocked to see Emily whip around with a kick and no acting or pretenses. Sara barely blocked. Emily had been training hard. Her body looked very taut and muscular in places. Sara saw Emily's guarding hands positioned just below her nipples. Sara formed a strategy to get Emily to really give in to protecting her girls. It was simple. Sara aimed a jab at Em's ear. It was riskier than she thought as Emily grabbed her arm and jerked it down, using her shoulder to give Sara's arm more pain. Sara kicked Emily in the underboob. Em's face reddened and she panted.

The sand covered cutie karate chopped Sara in the ribs. Emily's yellow bikini bottoms were very bunched and showing more than she intended as she kicked Sara in the side of the tummy. Sara lifted her own leg up and back to then stomp Emily right in the nipple. Emily yelped and crashed into the fence, flailing her arms. There was blood at the teat and bruising all over her savory orbs. She finally started to favor the uninjured foot. Sara rushed in. Emily used her cut foot with a lightning fast kick that caught Sara across the neck. Sara's punch destroyed Em's breast, breaking more skin open on the soft supple flesh than Sara thought possible. Em's breasts were starting to sag and not look so damn perky and round. Sara was sure Em's guard would be down now. One more big hit to the mandible would put Emily on her back in a stupor. Or Sara could hope that like Ozana could, Sara could stop Em's heart with another powerful blow to the chest.

“Being on no serum hurts,” Em whined, rolling her head about like a ram. Sara dodged and jammed the hard part under her thumb into Emily's meaty hooter at armpit level. “My tits!” Emily shrieked. Sara grabbed Emily's hair. Emily headbutted Sara in the nose and forehead. Sara staggered and punted Emily in the pussy. “UGH!” Emily moaned. “Fuck me, already!” She gasped.

“Fuck you up first!” Sara said, thinking she popped Em's arm out of the shoulder socket. Sara spun and kicked for Em's chest. She barely noticed Emily spinning with a roundhouse of her own. Em's foot clanked into Sara's neck. Sara's foot separated Em's fat titties and hit with direct force to propel Emily off her feet. Em's attack had Sara bent over and hurting. Sara was shocked to feel herself tipping forward with so much momentum as Emily went down. Emily's fingers were in Sara's bikini bottom straps, untying the teal bows at the sides of the bikini bottoms. Emily pulled Sara down atop her, stripping Sara nude, and leaning up with an elbow to Sara's jugular.

The nude brunette was not expecting to be on her back and feeling nearly crippled. Her hands and fingers were numb and she drooled on herself. Emily couldn't be in great shape either, but the frisky blonde dove forward and face first into Sara's cooter. It was clear that Emily knew how to please like a good lesbian should, and had lots of practice with Cora. Sara tried to block out the immense pleasure. She cooed and got feeling in her legs, wrapping them around Emily's neck. Sara put the squeeze on Em's neck, stopping the blonde from using her hand to stroke across and over Sara's clit. Emily licked up Sara's private area to the pelvis and then navel, forcing her arms up and into Sara's thighs to break the head scissors hold. Emily's cool nose rubbed Sara's coochie. The tonguing and lip suctions were out of this world even on no serum. Sara felt herself get lifted up. Emily carried Sara and domed Sara's bean and skull against a cage door. Sara tightened her legs, but felt things go limp and fuzzy. Emily grunted and used Sara's head like a battering ram to break the cage door open. It took three to five slams. Sara was fighting hard to stay conscious, feeling blood in her hair running over her face. It was a relief to finally be tackled to the ground. Sara got in one last good punch to Emily's face, before a downward open palm hit Sara's neck and made the brunette no longer able to respond or defend.

“Don't be scared of Megan and help Sara,” Emily told the androids. She smiled and got to her feet, standing over her downed rival. Sara's body shivered and twitched. Emily added, “Let's get Sara a little healing serum at least. Maybe we don't need more aphrodisiac, but I wouldn't mind some libido enhancers. I've won.”

There was a nervous silence and heavy breathing as Em took off her yellow bikini bottoms. Sara grit her teeth and tried to move, but barely clenched a fist. Em grabbed Sara's leg, stuck a foot into the cage link, and elbow dropped Sara's limb to force the ankle to twist and break. Sara cried out in pain. Dust clouds made the androids pause before shooting reduced serum darts. Their aim would be perfect, but better to not directly stab dust far into a fighter's body. Sara was horny already, but the serum dart kept her clinging to life and longing for Em to be rough, gentle, and long with the love making.

“You bitch,” Sara half joked. “You tricked me... Got me once. Any given Sunday.”

“Yeah, true,” Em said. “Anyone can win anytime.” Emily tribbed with Sara, bumping beans. Emily wanted her vagina in rhythm with Sara's. She lifted Sara under the arms and hugged her close. Emily had healing and strength in her serum dart for the fatality to come, so the blonde could bear the tit friction on her swollen mammary sacks. Emily kissed, frenched, and made out with Sara hardcore, while rocking back and forth crotch to crotch. The sex was rather tame in comparison to other shows. Emily did finally strap on a dildo to fuck Sara from behind while Sara was on her knees. Emily said, “I'm willing to share this hot piece of ass,” but no one really responded. Em thought Antonia, Ozana, or Mandy would get in on an orgy, but perhaps the lack of serum and current stressful environment of the league had the women more reserved and bashful or something. Emily spanked Sara's ass, fornicating, and pulled Sara's hair and neck up, doing further damage to Sara's skeletal frame, spine, and vulnerable neck. Emily unloaded some fake jizz into and onto Sara's back side, legs, and labia. Then Emily unstrapped her victory toy and flung it to Robert. He caught it. Emily spun Sara around, and shoved the brown haired lass's face into beaver. Emily's kitty was a bit sandy, but still rather clean and fresh despite all the fighting.

In victory, the naked blonde humped Sara in the face until some tongue play happened as the result of lolling or purposeful stimulation. Emily sat down atop Sara's head, tangling her legs around Sara's shoulders and neck. Emily turned over like she was going to do a pushup, nearly burying Sara in sand. Emily humped Sara in the face like she was doing the worm and flipped over one more time. The transition and turn was sloppy and brutal, snapping Sara's neck and putting the fallen Romanian's face down into the bloodied beach soil. Emily bent over, hoisted Sara's corpse under the arms, and left the loser on her back for easier healing and not as much sand ingestion. Emily brushed Sara's face off, closed Sara's eyelids in respect, and crossed Sara's arms over her perky breasts. Emily gave Sara's tummy and crotch a kiss before heading over to Robert, feeling dominant and excited about her win. Robert fumbled the strap-on, and shot Emily with a dart filled with drugs to make her calm down.

“Why'd you do that?!” Mandy asked, slapping Robert across the head. “She was ready to go! She wanted to fuck you!”

Robert scrunched his nose and realized his error. Emily gladly would've fallen into his arms and or had intercourse with him and others. She decided to present a strong front and walk off as champ for the night in the twilight. Emily said, “I'm not afraid of Megan of the Foxy Five. I'm ready to go. I'm normally ready to fuck, and full of love. I just can't accept what this company does to people and young women while we work here and don't think about it. I'm going to recover as soon as possible to be ready to beat Megan as soon as possible.”

“The Fox's won't be allowing you extra recovery drugs,” F2 said as if by command. “You can have a mini healing.”

Emily shook her head, grabbed her bikini bottoms, put them on, and said, “Of course,” in a low tone. She had won, but there was no guarantee Megan would fight her or that it would be fair.

 

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Shadow Enterprises Platform Peril Waifu Strip Fight Tournament Two: Round Two Fight Seven

20. Rebecca Scarlett (One Piece) vs 31. Kate Rosen (UserQDWF)

The Princess of Dressrosa, Rebecca, had not expected there to be a crowd at the Shadow Enterprises gym where she met to see her next opponent, Kate Rosen, to talk. The pink haired pacifist with a long braid also expected regular people to be afraid of the sword she carried. They weren't. Most were pushing and trying to get a better view of the occupied boxing ring. Rebecca wasn't planning to use force or to use her sword against Kate now, but she might need to make threats. The most attention given to her and her traveling companion, Princess Vivi of Alabasta, were the lewd or turned on glances of those who noticed them. Maybe Rebecca's serious expression and sword were stopping people from talking to them. Vivi was more than a friend to Rebecca now. The two had taken their serum enhanced lust side effects and blossomed that into an intimate relationship with one another. Vivi, the blue haired babe, wore a sexy dancer's outfit with a blue and white tube top, and see through white pants over essentially blue and gold panties. She looked scrumptious, and kept glancing down at her phone.

The strap of Vivi's beige purse got caught between her bosoms, and pulled her top down. Rebecca stopped walking to help her lover adjust. Vivi had Rebecca's phone, the Potara earrings from Bulma they might use to fuse, and several other items in her purse. Vivi looked up and batted Rebecca's hands away. She slung the purse strap over her shoulder and said, “You are kind of like my bodyguard and the dom male between us, but don't be overprotective now. It's not a big deal if I fall out of this top. That sort of thing is normal around here.”

Vivi and Rebecca looked around to see Kate topless talking to another busty brunette model in the ring with her. Kate's normal look with her brown hair in a ponytail had been exchanged for a long braid, and Vivi wasn't sure if she liked that. Was Kate copying Becca's look?! Blondes Tina and SJ had been training for boxing topless as Tina stepped into the crowd with a towel over her shoulders and was lost to view. Hitomi and Honoka were training topless in the far ring. Vivi shuddered and ignored her attraction and fetishizing of Honoka, pink hair, and big boobs. Honoka was a punching bag at first for Hitomi, but then copied all of Hitomi's moves and looked to knock the German gal on her ass with an explosion of fire. Was that powers?! There was another pair of topless model women boxing closer to view who Vivi didn't know.

“Maybe I wasn’t fixing your top, but your purse, and wanting to keep our goods safe from possible thieves like Nami with so many distractions around,” Rebecca said, nudging Vivi. Vivi grinned and shook her head.

The belly dancer babe tugged at Rebecca's closed green cape and leaned close. Rebecca wished she wasn't wearing her brown sword gloves to have skin to skin contact with Vivi's back. Vivi smoothed the cape down over Rebecca's enormous bust to really show the enormous mammary mound shapes. The cape then barely covered Rebecca's crotch and bare legs. Becca wore ankle high brown leather boots which was the same length of footwear other boxing ladies wore. Vivi whispered into Becca's ear, “Your goods are the things I'm most concerned about! You're naked under there as that bitch up there demanded! She's a lesbian. I'm not buying that she's had or has a boyfriend. Worse! She's working with the company to get an edge! I know it! Watch them and you'll see!”

Rebecca sighed and nodded. Kate was there talking to some woman who may have been a model in Shadow Enterprises. The Critic, a commentator with a beard, was there, trying to act like he wasn't watching or into any of the nudity around. Apparently he and Kate were both from the same homeland called Britain or the UK or something. Rebecca had won many matches in her homeland's Colosseum by ring out, and had promised her father to not shed blood and fight after Luffy and the Strawhats returned order and defeated Doflamingo, the tyrannical ruler there. People had been turned to toys, memories had been lost and restored, and Rebecca was happy to be a princess and not a fighting slave any longer. The sort of slave and fighting set up on this island was interesting. You could get zapped for trying to escape or doing something wrong, but that rarely happened. Rebecca smoothed down her cape to look frumpy and not so sexy around her curves. Another major side effect Rebecca had from serum was that her tits were bigger than normal all the time and produced too much lactate.

“I know the terms,” Kate said to busty Brit Rachel Williams in the ring. They both looked at what appeared to be a big Dust Buster vacuum cleaner in a giant bag in the ring. Kate fiddled with Rachel's white button down shirt to unbutton it and added, “I trust the company. Everything is experimental if you really think about it. If I damage it or use it too much I'll pay in rewards or whatever. No biggie. Now give me the chance to beat you! … Woah!” Kate the boxer broke out in a hot sweat as she pulled open the white shirt of the sexy chick high up in the company who had earned promotions through fighting. “Those are big!” Kate said, feeling the urge to titfight Rachel. Instead, she felt Rachel's bosoms with her hands.

Rachel Williams shimmied out of her dress shirt and puffed out her melons with pride. She said, “And I haven't touched serum in ages. My bouncing breasts alone earned me fame and recognition even before I came to this island. I know a thing or two about being the underdog and succeeding in fights here. I'm rooting for you, Kate! Getting side tracked or caught up in something like this could cost you.” Kate stood tall, smiling, nodding, and arching her back to display her naked mounds as well. She had a bikini tan line so the sensitive skin near her nipples and areolas were whiter. Kate's abs clenched in anticipation of a fight. The tight white waistband of her red boxing shorts indented as she inhaled like it was part of her skin. Rachel wore matching blue boxing shorts with a white waistband, and looked more like a powder puff bimbo than a fighter.

“Think nothing else of it,” Kate said, bumping a fist with Rachel. “Let's get some gloves on and box.”

“I was never really a boxer,” Rachel said, bending over the bag. She pressed a trigger on the big device that said SECHOM and began to put her hands into blue boxing gloves. “It will be good for me to shake the rust off after the company stopped doing full season performances for us fighting models.”

Kate had reached for the turnbuckle where her blue and dull silver colored boxing gloves with the UK Union Jack symbol like the country flag was printed on them. Gazing at Rachel's dangling melons made Kate blush. This was the homo erotic lust Kate kept feeling on this island. Kate had almost always been bi. She had a thing for her red haired friend Yumi for a while, and those pangs of feelings had rekindled immediately here on Pongeo that Kate was seemingly alone and away from Yumi. Only Kate's rival from a similar world to this one, but maybe different, SJ, had also been pulled into the rift or whatever and brought into this tournament. Kate had to focus on one thing at a time. There were beautiful men and women all around. It was paradise, but also too kinky and her mind on sex all the time had to be bad. Her worries, doubts about the future, etc, seemed amplified after losing seminal fluids or too many passionate orgasms or masturbating sessions.

“Let me help you with those,” the Critic said, standing on a steel step unit and lacing Kate's gloves for her. Kate wouldn't have to use her mouth. The Critic was Rachel Williams’s boyfriend. He had appeal as a bearded, strong, and fit man, but Kate's latest boyfriend, Max, who she had helped train in boxing, was a pretty boy like an anime character with spiky green hair. Kate missed Max in some moments like this on Pongeo. Her mind and feelings were all over the place. Her list of people she wanted to hook up with was long. She needed to keep focus, and train, if she wanted to keep winning fights and rewards in this tournament. Rachel stepped up to Kate, looking extremely sexy. Kate suddenly remembered that she was supposed to meet Rebecca and Vivi here to talk. She looked around and saw several sexy boxing ladies topless and a crowd.

“Eyes on the prize,” Rachel said, walloping Kate in the jaw. The former secretary brunette, Rachel, popped Kate in the abs.

“I don't want any trouble, miss!” A man yelled. “She's practically begging for it, wearing that! Hey! Staff! Help! Rebecca Scarlett is pointing a sword at me!!”

The bisexual boxing phenom, Kate, closed her eyes and tried to focus. Rachel's bouncing boobs were a treat. Kate hadn't quite heard everything the alarmed man shouted, but she realized that her meeting was about to happen. Kate took zen breaths through her nose and parried a punch from Rachel. When Kate opened her eyes, she failed to notice Rachel looking at the crowd. Kate thought about pulling off her punch, but the uppercut soared into Rachel's jaw, knocking the busty brunette in the blue shorts onto her ass. Rachel laid spread eagle with her firm orbs not really sagging, and tried to shake the daze. The Critic began a ten second count.

Rachel rolled onto her side and shouted orders to the man and the staff. She said, “Back away! We can order all of you out of this room if we want! Female fighters are allowed to be armed. You're not entitled to grope whoever you want whenever you want!” Rachel's glove slipped off the ropes. She shook her head, sighed, and rubbed her aching mandible.

“That's ten,” the Critic said. “Babe. You got downed in one punch. Let Kate have the Shadow Enterprises Cosmetic Healing and Outfit Modulator machine and if you want to fight, pick someone who would not need to be healed before tomorrow to go full out against.” Kate pumped her fists with excitement. Her big boobs jiggled and her braid bounced between her shoulder blades.

“You're right,” Rachel said, popping to her feet. “I wasn't out, Kate! Let's do this again sometime.” Kate nodded and smiled. The two busty British brunettes hugged it out. There was a slight competition for breast docking where Rachel proved her superiority flopping on top. Kate rolled back her anger, bit her lip, and then put a glove out in place of a hand shake. Rachel bopped that, and then the Critic took off her gloves. He helped her put her dress shirt on and slid the bag with the SECHOM over to Kate.

“Is that what you're going to use to cheat against Rebecca with?!” Vivi shouted, pointing at the SECHOM. Rebecca tried to hold Vivi back, and accidentally got the purse strap strangled around Vivi's neck. Rebecca debated cutting the strap with her sword, but was able to help her lover one handed, getting in some finger foreplay.

“People accuse dominant winners or winners in a close match of cheating all the time,” Kate said. “I know that getting in someone's head can be like cheating, but I think it’s fair for me to get in your head being sexy since you two are in my head for the same reasons as well. That is one sexy belly dancer outfit, Vivi. I expected you would show up with Rebecca.”

“I'm glad there are people around,” Rebecca said. “They all can hear you agree to my request for fighting. I want us to sumo wrestle. There is no need for bloodshed or animosity. Obviously, no punching, kicking, or eye gouging. If one of us goes down with anything other than a foot touching the mat, we reset with the person who went down losing five feet towards the edge.

“Uh, slow down caped cutie,” Katie said. She used her teeth and sweaty bust to get her gloves off. She plopped them into the bag with the SECHOM, whipped the bag over her shoulder and tried to duck the ropes. The weight of the device startled Kate. Her tits smashed into the twine. She tripped and the contents of the bag nearly spilled out. Kate zipped everything up quickly with her legs tangled into the rope and her thighs squeezing tight. She was then able to lift a leg over and awkwardly dismount down to the ground.

“Put on a top!” Vivi said, backhanding Kate in the boob. Vivi blushed and looked away, trying not to be seduced by Kate's body and big breasts.

“I guess I should have known you wouldn't meet me naked,” Kate said, looking Rebecca up and down.

The pink haired swordswoman opened her green cape. Kate looked down. Her eyes opened very wide and practically glowed. Kate had to stop herself from drooling. She laughed so hard her abs ached and her jugs jiggled. “What's so funny?” Rebecca asked, tipping her forehead into Kate's.

“I'll sumo wrestle with you for at least one round,” Kate said, “since you showed me … that in public.” Kate winked, ogling Rebecca's body. She kissed Rebecca on the lips. Rebecca made a few quick swooshes with her sword, but otherwise accepted the passionate smooch. Vivi put both hands onto Kate's orbs to shove her.

The Shadow Enterprises employee, Rachel, slugged Kate in the ribs, pointed to the bag, and said, “Don't bang that around.”

The smitten brunette, Kate, grinned and nodded. She tasted Rebecca on her mouth with her tongue and when putting her lips together. Rebecca covered up, blushing. Kate stepped up to Vivi who looked ready to throw a punch. Kate said, “You want a kiss too, Vivi?!”

“NO!” Vivi shouted. “Kiss my ass, Kate!”

“Sit on my face,” Kate said. “I might like that.”

“I'm going to fuse with Rebecca up there during the fight and punch your fucking lights out!” Vivi said.

“I did hear about that plan of yours,” Kate said. “It will be hard not to kiss you all over after I knock you out, whether it's just one of you or both of you together. I have to keep my head.”

“I'm gonna knock it off!” Vivi said. “If you lose one round to her, Becca, we're joining.” Rebecca sighed and squirmed. Then Kate felt a cool breeze down low and people cheered. Kate realized that Rebecca had slashed her shorts. Vivi grinned. Rebecca laughed. Kate had decided not to wear panties. She nodded, trying not to let the shame and embarrassment show on her face. Vivi stepped out of her mostly see through pants, balled them, and tossed them in Kate's face. The British model sniffed the garment quickly, shrugged, and then worked to step into the pants.

“These are nice and comfy,” Kate said, tying the strings around her waist. She got a white towel from her bag, and draped it over her crotch and the pants waistband like a loincloth. “Thanks for sharing, Vivi!” Kate said, smiling. “I could've shown you the machine though and made some bottoms. I'll show you during the fight. I look forward to facing you both then.”

“Go box your perverted brains out!” Vivi said, walking off with Rebecca. Vivi looked over her shoulder and did enjoy Kate staring at her ass. Kate was confident. Vivi would fuck her. Vivi shuddered and grabbed Becca's hand.

…

Several burly and good looking shirtless Shadow Enterprises Healers offered to carry the SECHOM for Kate on the day of her fight. She declined them all politely, rolling the giant vacuum box contraption around on a dolly. Rachel Williams was up in the announcer’s box here at Lake Spectre, the site of the Waifu Tournament, with The Critic, RoboMic, and The Shadow. Rachel had told Kate not to be distracted, but it was impossible here on Pongeo! Kate had gone out the night before her fight to walk off nervous jitters, and had ended up flirting with the Fairy Tail girls. The redhead and champ of last season, Erza, would’ve been Kate’s type, but Erza had been busy with a big job and unable to join this tournament to defend her title. Lucy, Cana, and MiraJane were all very attractive and different. Cana, the brunette, loved to tease the blonde Lucy, but seemed to be sexually inexperienced and eager to get drunk rather than to share some skin more than a little touching. They all got a hoot out of putting the SECHOM on Lucy, making her change outfits and looks. The Lucy with abs in topless boxing attire had Kate sold and sweating, but then Lucy had called upon her Celestial Spirit, Loke, the lion. He was human, and reminded Kate too much of her boyfriend, Max.

“The underdog has Robo-Mic happy below the belt!” Robo-Mic announced. “Wooee! She looks different, but as long as she has big tits and doesn’t look like a dog, she should be topless and can look however she likes! Is that a weapon she has or a vacuum cleaner? She can be my personal maid and suck me off?! Yippee!!”

“It’s new technology for slight cosmetic body alterations and digital matter to solid for outfit changes,” the Critic said. “How would something that looks like that even be a weapon?”

“She could suck her foes dry,” Robo-Mic said, “blow them off the ring, clamp it on their titties and eke the milk out! I’d drink it!”

“Kate has promised a new look and outfit for every round,” Rachel said. “She’s got a lot of strength and spunk. Since there is the possibility of Rebecca fusing with Vivi for the fight, the Shadow has allowed Kate to use the SECHOM.”

Kate laughed and shook her head, riding a purple mini platform up to the fighting area from the dock. She thought Robo-Mic was funny. He was interesting as a cyborg. Kate wanted to meet the men from the Fairy Tail and One Piece worlds. The cyborg, Franky, from One Piece sounded like an interesting guy and a possible pervy commentator to really run with Robo-Mic. Kate didn’t mind playing to the men in the audience and flaunting herself for them as well. Kate still had long brown hair in a ponytail and huge boobs on display, but her facial features had been changed to be very Asian. She had been mistaken for Mai Shiraniu who was due to fight SJ next. Kate wore a blue and purple bow tie hair holder to keep her ponytail. Her lavender thong micro-bikini bottoms barely had any cloth and kept forming a wedgie. Kate didn’t care. She wanted Rebecca to have easy access. Kate chimed in with the commentators, getting her voice projected to the crowd, “I don’t want to blow Rebecca off the platform! I’d blow her sexfight style with my mouth and hands until she has no energy left, and then throw her off!”

“And this is why she’s a fan favorite,” Rachel said.

“The underdog is a naughty naughty dog!” Robo-Mic said. “I wanna see her do all that and win now! I wanna be up and under her! See the underboobs, undercarriage, lick all over her, and do it doggy style! Look at her ass!”

“What about my big boobies?” Kate asked, pushing her tits together. Max had liked paizuri and tittyfucking. Kate walked over to the Shadow, who almost looked like a dark mirror image of Kate, wearing a bra and leather pants. Kate tried to touch and interact with the Shadow, but she was just a hologram. There were rumors the Shadow was actually a man, projecting the image of himself as a sexy woman. Kate didn’t care either way. There was a lot of other stuff to be more interested about on this island.

“I would nut way too fast,” Robo-Mic admitted. Then he got put on mute temporarily.

Kate giggled into a fist, eagerly awaiting the arrival of her opponent(s). The Shadow explained how both fighters had agreed to sumo wrestle for round 1, resetting closer to the edge for the fighter who went down on knockdowns. Round 2 would likely be boxing only. Kate and the fans wanted 3 rounds. Kate had left the SECHOM on the purple platform close to the big padded blue fighting area platform. She saw the mini red platform drop to fetch Rebecca. It came back up with Becca and Vivi. Kate’s opponent with the long pink braided hair, Becca, was topless wearing skimpy black bikini bottoms with metal beaded straps that reminded one of armor. Becca looked fit, busty, sexy, and shy while blushing with Vivi on her arm. The light blue haired princess, Vivi, looked even more scrumptious than normal somehow. Her light blue hair flowed in the wind and her golden yellow skirt was crooked and pushed to the side, alerting Kate and fans to the fact that Vivi wore no panties. Robo-Mic commented on that and urged the couple to kiss for the fans as soon as he was taken off mute. Vivi, the Alabastan princess was topless with skin as white as alabaster. Her necklace had three teardrop gems on it and her earrings looked like golden snowflakes. Kate saw the big yellow ball Potara earrings for fusing in Vivi’s hand.

“We might need to rub some sun tan lotion on your girlfriend, Becca,” Kate said, “or she’s gonna burn out here in the sun.”

“I’ll be fine,” Vivi said. “Wrestle her off the edge, quickly, Rebecca. I don’t want to let you go a full round without me, but I trust you.” Rebecca nodded, gave Vivi a peck on the lips, and then got onto the fighting platform with Kate. Fans cheered. Rebecca put out a fist for Kate to bump. Kate shook Becca’s hand and hugged her. Becca’s body excited Kate right away from their big breasts jostling for position like a jigsaw puzzle and squishing to the tense tight way Becca clenched. Kate massaged her hands down Rebecca’s back and hips.

“You need to start with a wedgie like me,” Kate said, fingering Becca and pulling up on her bikini bottoms. Kate winked and tried to kiss Becca, but the pink haired Dressrosa gladiatrix pulled away. Vivi flushed angrily. The Shadow disappeared and the fight was on. Rebecca rammed her bust into Kate’s breasts.

“I would be pretty good at sumo,” Robo-mic said. “I’ve got the biggest belly.”

“Compared to the fighting models we have rostered, yes,” The Critic said.

The topless bikini models engaged in a titfight first. They locked fingers to grapple and their arms went up in the air. Chests heaved and jiggled, being used as battering rams or weapons. Rebecca got on her tiptoes to try and dock her boobs atop Kate’s bust. Kate kicked Becca in the shin. Becca kicked Kate in the calf. Kate’s hard nipples pressed into Becca’s underboobs. The ponytailed pugilist, Kate, swung her bosoms from side to side into her foe’s rack. Both models blushed and sweat. Rebecca stepped back and bent her legs to get more leverage. She chest bumped Kate hard, really cratering the Brit’s massive mammary mounds.

“Chest to chest is right where I wanna be with you as an appetizer,” Kate said. “Vivi might explode when we go crotch to crotch.” Kate swung their arms down with superior power. Their fists bumped Becca’s sideboob. Kate stroked and fingered the orb. Becca got really low. She rose up. Her bouncy melons clapped Kate’s fun bags. The boxer’s jugs jammed into her own face. Her ankle got stomped. Kate lost a lot of ground, going backwards. Becca was relentless with the breast press and titfight. Kate’s reshaping mounds couldn’t stay pert enough. Becca’s giant gazongas pounded Kate’s tits. The pink haired princess seemed to be gaining chest girth and strength as the battle prolonged. Becca banged her boobies into the side of Kate’s milky knockers. Kate’s nips were too sensitive and stinging. She winced and yelped as her leg got kicked completely out from under her.

Kate’s nose was in Becca’s cleavage for too short an amount of time. She slid down, falling to one knee and the Shadow blew a whistle. Kate was hesitant to let go of Becca’s hands. When she did, Becca smirked and cupped Kate’s bruising melon. Becca tickled the areola and said, “I didn’t realize it would be this easy to get to you.” Kate clenched her ass tight, wiping away the budding lactate at her teat. She took paces backwards until the Shadow told her to stop.

“I’m horny, ok!” Kate said. “I can still go three rounds and all day with you and Vivi!”

“We’ll see about that,” Rebecca said, plowing her palms into Kate’s udders. Kate grimaced and clenched fists as she was accustomed to boxing. Kate shoved Becca, pressing wrists and forearms into Becca’s sweaty chest pillows. Becca crouched and sprang, opening her hands and long fingers as wide as possible to snare and squeeze Kate’s bosoms. Becca’s nails tore into Kate’s breast flesh. Kate saw the ring edge a few feet away, moaning. Kate’s first instinct was to pull Becca’s hands off, but the aggressive groping felt good and exciting. Kate hugged Becca in a clinch. Their legs tangled. Kate humped Becca, but was then nervous to be off balance. Becca’s eyes lit up. Kate panicked and reverted to a possibly cheap tactic in kissing Becca on the lips. Kate sucked on Becca’s lower lip and was going to turn this into a makeout session while trying to depants Becca.

The fans went nuts. “Shove her off already!” Vivi shouted, fanning herself. Vivi was a bit possessive over Rebecca and jealous of the steamy action.

The topless chick with the sumo advantage, Rebecca, took her hands from Kate’s orbs and pushed at Kate’s face. The brunette babe snagged Becca’s nipples and gave her titty twisters. Becca yelped. Kate humped Becca’s black bikini bottoms crooked and showed impressive power with the arms up grapple. Rebecca fell backwards with Kate going down atop her. The Shadow blew the whistle. Kate smooched the pink haired gal while wriggling atop her in a dominant position. The abused and battered breasts of both combatants billowed and pancaked with nowhere else to go. Kate fingered and pulled near Becca’s crotch. Rebecca didn’t know what to do, so she stuck her tongue in Kate’s ear and nibbled her opponent’s earlobe.

“Oh!” Kate said. “Kinky!” Rebecca finally pushed Kate off. Kate had only untangled their legs to get better access to Becca’s bottoms. The bombshell battlers got to their feet. They reset essentially in the center of the ring. Vivi shook her head and rolled her eyes. Kate got the first shove to Becca’s chest as Becca adjusted her bikini bottoms. Kate left her bottoms crooked. A high grapple had both cuties face to face again. They kissed and it seemed Becca had initiated it. Vivi stomped her foot angrily. Vivi’s heavy sweater puppies shook. She should be in there.

Kate and Vivi stopped wrestling. Their hands went to cheeks, faces, and bodies. Becca thrust her arms out, slamming hands into Kate’s hooters. Then Becca shoved Kate in the abs and belly. Kate would not be pushed back much. She snagged Becca’s bottoms, and tore them off by the strap. Becca yelped and closed the gap to be right up against Kate. They went crotch to crotch, moaning and gasping. They spun, wrestling. Kate plowed into Rebecca, knocking her over. The Shadow blew the whistle and moved Becca back a few feet from the center of the ring.

“Shouldn’t I be back from where I fell?” Rebecca asked, covering her cooter with her hands. Her arms pressed her huge bosoms together. The Shadow paused to contemplate with a hand to her chin. Vivi ran her hands through her hair, watching anxiously.

“No worries,” Kate said. “I got a plan!” The British brawler charged at Rebecca. Rebecca tried to use Kate’s aggression against her. Becca evaded, trying to trip Kate. Kate almost went down, but didn’t even let her hand touch the mat. She was unsure of the sumo rules too. Becca inched towards Kate. Kate slammed her shoulder between Becca’s boobs. Becca gasped. Kate licked her hand and slapped Becca’s kitty. The topless babe chest bumped her nude adversary. Rebecca allowed her back to go towards the ring edge, planning to trip and or fling Kate over. Kate got super low. Her dangling melons slightly touched the mat. She got nervous, lost concentration, and her knee just barely touched down before she shot up, tackling Rebecca.

The Shadow blew the whistle. “Just back to the center for both of you, I guess,” the Shadow said. Vivi squealed in frustration. Kate and Becca hugged, tottering near the edge. Kate let go of the pink haired naked chick. Rebecca shoved and tripped Kate. Becca’s heels went over the edge. She got her arms out. Her tits slammed onto the mat, and she held her place with her lower body dangling over.

Kate was falling backwards with her toes slipping off the edge. Kate used her impressive ab strength to do a sit up and to contest with gravity. Her fingers gripped the ring ledge. One hand slipped off. Kate used a death grip with one hand to hold on until she could make her body stop swinging so crazily. The topless brunette climbed back up seconds after Becca got back up.

“No one fell,” Rachel Williams announced.

“That’s a good thing,” the Critic said. “With the stoppages, it might’ve left a bad taste in the mouths of fans for a point. If they both would’ve gone over, it would’ve been fine I think.”

“No!” Robo-Mic said. “Let’s draw this out!”

“We’re not drawing this out!” Vivi said. “Tag me in, Rebecca. She’s just trying to have sex with you, and you’re evenly matched.”

“You are allowed to fuse,” the Shadow said.

“Let her at me!” Kate said, swelling out her chest. “I’d consider myself lucky to tangle with two different beauties today. Let’s wrestle, Vivi!” Kate exaggerated how she stomped over to Vivi. Rebecca stood on the blue mat with her hands hiding her privates. Vivi handed the earrings to her lover. Kate tried to look like a sumo wrestler stalking her prey. She pulled her arms back to make her lean belly protrude, but only managed to make her massive breasts jump and look bigger.

“So be it,” the Shadow said. Then she disappeared. Kate got low and reached for Vivi’s yellow skirt. Vivi kicked Kate’s wrist. The topless woman with light blue hair punched Kate in the jaw.

“Enough of the silly games and flirting,” Vivi said. “You’re going down.” Kate made a goofy face and stuck out her tongue. Vivi clenched her fists. Kate wrapped her arms around Vivi in a clinch. Vivi pounded Kate’s back, getting driven backwards. Vivi raked her nails into Kate’s flesh. She kneed Kate in the stomach and the chest, and then held her ground. Vivi cupped and swatted Kate’s tight buns. “Fucking naughty girl deserves a spanking and worse,” Vivi said, slapping Kate’s fit buttocks. Vivi pulled up on Kate’s bottoms. “Cum all over, you horny slut!” Vivi said, feeling strong enforcing her will and perky orbs to flatten Kate’s titties. Kate’s eyes rolled and her tongue lolled as the wedgie deepened. As soon as Vivi depantsed Kate, the nude brunette felt her strength returning slowly. It wasn’t fast enough.

The skirt wearing princess slammed her fist into Kate’s mush. Blood and spit sprayed. Vivi followed with an arching left uppercut to Kate’s kidney. She grappled with the boxer, and lifted her patella into Kate’s pussy. The overstimulated competitor hunched and dropped to her knees. She lifted up Vivi’s skirt, and took an elbow to the eye. Vivi punched across Kate’s head, putting the exhausted exhibitionist on her back and side.

“This is a very strange fight,” the Critic said as Vivi asked for the Shadow to begin counting for a knockdown. “I don’t know what to make of it.” The Shadow barely got a few numbers in when Kate got to a knee. Vivi kneed Kate in the chin. The top heavy thot flopped onto her back, spreading eagle — gasping. Vivi stomped Kate’s tit at the nipple, tearing the black and blue thin skin there and getting a squirt of lactate too. Kate’s high pitched shriek turned into a low growl as she popped up.

The brown haired lass in her birthday suit sacrificed her body, angling it at Vivi’s leg. Kate shouldered Vivi’s pussy. She got her head down there and licked Vivi’s clit while getting into a standing position. Kate shoved Vivi at the chest and flung her. The petite light blue haired princess was going to soar a few feet. Unfortunately for her and Rebecca, Vivi had gone near the edge to stalk Kate and stomp her chest. Vivi cursed and went out towards the sparkling lake water below. Her legs kicked and her blue landing strip and full womanhood could be seen in addition to her floppy breasticles bouncing. Kate nodded in approval of Vivi’s appeal and splash. She bent down on her knees, clenched her fists in victory, and shouted, “YEAH!”

Rebecca wiped sweat from her forehead, no longer worried about being nude, and shouted, “It’s ok, Vivi! I probably should’ve been out or down a point from earlier.” She rode the red mini platform down to encourage her ringed out romantic partner further.

“Ok, Kate goes up one to nothing!” Rachel said. “What will round two be?!”

“More nudity and more sex!” Robo-Mic said.

Vivi lost her skirt in the water, and wrapped it around her wrist. She climbed up the ladder to the dock. The Critic said, “All three women are fully nude now. We can’t get more nudity.” Robo-Mic shrugged, ready to argue, but Rachel put a Mountain Dew bottle to his mouth.

“Let’s be together,” Rebecca said, pushing her long pink braid over her shoulder. Vivi dropped her skirt on the mini platform with Rebecca and took off her earrings and necklace. She flung them onto the dock. Vivi and Rebecca embraced and kissed. They put the yellow ball Potara earrings on one another. As the naked One Piece babes rode up the red mini-platform back up to the fight, they began to do their fusion dance. It was an erotic synchronized belly dance with arms up and assets shaking.

“I want to see this!” Kate said, setting down the Shadow Enterprises Cosmetic Healing and Outfit Modulator (SECHOM) machine. Kate looked to the giant screens and monitors across the lake showing closeup views of the fight, and specifically the sexy fusion dance ending in a magical kiss. Vivi and Rebecca locked lips, chest to chest, each with one leg curled up in bliss. They both were enveloped in a white light of magic chi before their bodies fused into one. Kate wiped her eyes in disbelief.

The resulting Fusion warrior had red hair in a braid and a face and body that was a mix of Rebecca and Vivi. “I guess we’ll call the new fighter, Revi,” the Critic said.

“How come she has clothes on?!” Robo-mic complained. Revi came fused with a cowgirl belt, no top, and daisy dukes over white and black cow print pants. The kinks and perverts were going to think of breast milk with Revi’s white udders on display. Vivi seemed to be driving the ship as she clenched her fists and glared in the direction of Kate.

“Now it’s like I get to flirt with three ladies again,” Kate said. “Almost like last night.” Kate remembered partying with Fairy Tail’s Lucy, Cana, and Mirajane. Kate grinned and scanned herself with the bar from the SECHOM. Kate’s naked body changed and became clothed. Robo-Mic complained about this. Kate bulked up closer to her actual musculature with abs and bigger biceps. She wore gray panties with the Union Jack on them to go with silver UK Union Jack boxing gloves. To upset fans of nudity worse, her new outfit came equipped with a boxer’s robe over her shoulders. She let that drop quickly to be topless. Kate’s long brown hair was set in a braid, she wore lots of makeup, and mauve lipstick, and had a black tiger face tattoo on her flank. “I’m trying a tattoo,” Kate said. “Boxing this round?!”

“You clearly are,” Revi said. “I don’t want or need any gloves.”

“Too bad, you get ‘em!” Kate said, lifting the SECHOM which looked like a giant scan gun or Dust Buster. The red light went over Revi and yellow boxing gloves went over the hands of the angered fighter.

Revi didn’t even wait for the Shadow to say what was at stake or to leave the fighting platform before attacking. Revi belted Kate in the schnoz. The redhead kicked Kate in the spine. Kate grunted and wiggled the mouthpiece out to speak. Revi put a straight jab into Kate’s mouth. Blood and the mouth guard slipped out. Kate watched it fall. She looked up and barely blocked a haymaker punch. She slipped on her mouthguard and Revi tripped her. Kate landed on her back. Her big boobs jiggled. They were no longer bruised or lactating like before, but Revi mounted Kate and struck down punches and elbows. With Kate guarding her face, the fusion fighter took out her anger on her foe’s big heaving chest.

“It looks like there will be no rules here,” Rachel said.

The tattooed boxer had a sort of Lara Croft look like she’d used when boxing Rachel in training. Kate thought it was sexy, and hoped the fans and Revi would agree. Kate cooed and groaned as her girls were throttled. As Revi bounced her buns on Kate’s abs, Kate cupped that ass and sat up. Despite the abuse and sensitivity, Kate was still willing to titfight. It was titillating. She tore Revi’s jeans shorts, and was disappointed to feel the cow print pants on under that. Kate put her mouth to Revi’s nipple and got popped in the temple. Kate almost dropped. She put her arms around Revi’s neck, leaving her face wide open. Kate’s nose was bloodied with an uppercut. She pursued the kiss anyway. Revi was a ball of fire and easily able to shove Kate off.

Nevertheless, the British boxer got up grinning. Revi wound up a punch. Kate kept her guard high. Revi motioned with the golden glove for Kate to advance. The Golden Tiger, as she had been called boxing before, Kate, stepped forward. Revi kicked Kate in the side of the leg. Kate walloped Revi in the flank. Revi backed up and knocked her gloves into Kate’s. The tan model with the abs tried to keep pace with her new rival, but felt much slower and weaker. Kate bopped and swayed, getting a half dozen punch attempts blocked. Then a kick flew out of nowhere. Revi’s foot crammed into Kate’s chin. Blood slopped onto Kate’s bulbous front. Her ass hit the padded mat, but she got back to her feet and ducked her head into Revi’s abs.

“Finally you take us seriously and stopped flirting,” Revi said, drilling Kate directly in the face. The busty gal got an immediate shiner. Revi executed a head to body punching combo. Kate was completely dazed. Her eyes crossed. Her jab glanced off Revi’s hip. Revi kicked Kate in the quad. Kate staggered. Her own glove got ricocheted into her face from Revi’s strike. Revi then cuntbusted Kate with a ferocious kick to the groin. Kate drooled all over herself. Revi kicked Kate in the abs. The brunette hunched. The redhead with the braid and cow pants kneed her rival in the neck. Kate went down and put her arms up by her face. Her nips were so erect from damage the tits looked like torpedos. “That tattoo is a perfect target,” Revi said, stomping Kate’s guts. The bimbo proportioned model yelped and rolled over. She was spitting up crimson and really aching, but she got to a knee.

“Tie her up with the belt and fuck her!” Robo-Mic suggested.

Instead, Revi kicked Kate in the side of the head. Kate wobbled, getting to her feet. A knee to the leg made Kate swivel. She buried her glove into Revi’s midsection at the same time a blow rattled her mandible. Kate hugged Revi’s leg with her mouth at Revi’s crotch. Kate licked and drooled on the pants. She got elbowed atop the head. Kate got to her feet. She looked lost in space and on her heels, standing tall. Revi used the tattoo as a target again, socking Kate multiple times before the groaning broad lowered her elbows enough to stop the onslaught of pain.

The Lara Croft lookalike gasped. She slugged Revi in the tit with bad aim. Kate was out on her feet with every movement bringing agony to her pulverized abs. Revi kicked Kate directly in the boob. Kate just watched it. She barely got her gloves up. Revi faked a punch. Kate leaned back, closing her eyes and wincing. Revi grinned after the feint, and then stepped towards her enemy with a haymaker punch. Revi’s right hand and gold colored glove clocked Kate right in the jaw and cheek under her black eye. Kate bit her lip and went stiff, toppling over. The padded mat didn’t provide much cushion for her dead drop. Her succulent curvy body smashed hard on one side. Kate twitched. Her perspiration was profuse. One boob leaked lactate, and Kate was barely able to control her loins from losing control with pee and or female ejaculate.

“One, two,” the Shadow counted with Revi pumping her fists. Rebecca’s personality took over for a moment. She smiled and clapped. Kate opened her eyes on the five count and reclined on her back fully. Her tongue moved around her numb and bloody mouth. She was pretty sure there was a little healing magic in the SECHOM. Revi stood over Kate blocking out the light. Kate tried to prop herself up on her arms, but they wobbled. Kate’s prized melons sagged to the sides. She blinked and heard the Shadow finish the ten count.

“A knockout for Revi evens this thing up at one a piece!” The Critic said.

“I ought to kill you,” Revi said, putting her hands and gloves on her hips. She glared down at Kate who was slow to get up. Kate wandered over to the SECHOM on the purple mini platform. “I didn’t say you could go anywhere!” Levi said, slinging an arm around Kate’s neck from behind. She kneed Kate in the spine and tried to take her down with a fist to the kidney. Kate groaned and arched, but found her last reserves of strength; determined to make a good final showing in the last round.

“Let me get my last outfit for the last round!” Kate said.

“Our data is showing that the fused fighter has the strength of essentially two people upon fusion,” the Shadow said. “That power drops. The longer we wait, the more risk it will be to Revi to continue.”

“Fine,” Kate said. “The SECHOM I think was healing me a little too.”

“It can do that,” the Shadow said. “It appears you healed your opponent more than yourself with the round two use. Revi, you must allow Kate to use it once more and reset. You should have plenty of fusion time left to beat her.”

“I’m sure I do,” Revi said, boxing the air with lots of energy. Revi’s jabs looked precise and fast. Kate stared at the redhead’s boobs. “Hey!” Revi shouted. “We won’t wait forever!”

Kate hobbled quickly over to the machine on the purple mini platform. She squinted with her very bruised eye as she bent over to scan herself. Kate’s boxing gloves barely changed. Her look changed for the last time that day. The British babe looked revitalized with a Union Jack mouthpiece in. Her body was sleek and sexy — topless; showing no signs of damage. She wore purple strapped Union Jack thong bikini bottoms. Her abs glistened. Her hair was in a ponytail. The little healing in the SECHOM really charged up the latent healing energy in Kate’s body and the ferocious tiger of a beast inside who wanted to win and dominate.

“Round three, here we go,” the Critic said. Robo-Mic and the fans cheered.

Kate nodded, moving swiftly and tapped gloves with Revi. The topless redhead fired off the first punch. Kate threw her arms up to avoid being hit anywhere. She contorted and stretched, sliding her feet nimbly. Revi kicked for Kate’s abs. The Brit in the thong threw her arms forward, sticking out her bangin’ booty. Revi’s foot grazed Kate’s tummy and a toe touched Kate’s underboobs. Kate blocked a powerful punch with her left hand. She slung a right hook into Revi’s leg. Kate continued to backpedal and play the waiting game. Revi punched across her body. Gravity with Kate crouching dropped her tit into the punch. Kate punched Revi in the leg. The cow print pants began to tear. Kate winked.

“What are you getting at?” Revi asked, kicking Kate in the thigh. The gloves of the topless boxing babes met head on. Kate used that force to create distance. Kate wasn’t known for her speed, but she was planning to dodge and tire out Revi. Revi looked a little upset about the Shadow claiming her fusion could only last so long and kept depleting in power. Revi looked lean and fast, but had the strength of two initially, so Kate kept dodging. Kate blocked a kick. She took a fist to the flank. She winced and socked Revi in the leg, tearing the pants. Kate spun to avoid the next punch. She slunk low and under Revi’s kick. Kate got behind her foe, and stuck a foot into the gaping hole in Revi’s pants.

The smile from the bi brunette was covered by her mouth guard. Revi’s pants ripped and tore crooked, leaving her one shorts length leg of cloth and her booty and more showing on the other side. Kate clapped her gloves together with excitement. Revi snarled and struck out. Kate was surprised with Revi’s quickness. Kate’s gloves got pushed into her bust. A kick hit near Kate’s navel. Kate’s eyes bulged. She sidled her enemy. Revi kicked at Kate who barely blocked. The topless brunette’s arm flew skyward. She stumbled and twirled. Kate got her hands up and ducked. Her Union Jack glove got slammed down into her chin and cleavage. Kate jumped onto the mat to avoid being kicked. Kate rolled, crawled, and leaped, throwing her buxom body down hard to avoid Revi’s incoming leap. Revi landed both knees on the mat, leaving a big indent where Kate’s head had been seconds ago.

“I don’t understand fusion,” Robo-Mic said. “Can I bang a chick and fuse with her?!”

The bikini model pranced around, gaining confidence. She evaded a punch, leaning. Revi’s fist went over Kate’s shoulder. Kate was able to punch Revi in the arm and then avoid the counterstrike. Kate pranced on the balls of her feet. She had to use two hands to block the next punch. Revi swept Kate’s legs, but the Brit hopped over the tripping attempt. Kate’s huge tits pushed Revi back with breast to breast contact upon landing. Kate slugged Revi just under the ribs. The redhead hunched and yelped. Kate belted Revi in the puss. The babe with the braid had to take extra steps to keep her footing. She swung high for Kate’s head. Kate ducked and gutted Revi with a punch. Revi wrapped her arms around Kate, gasping. The Fused female pounded her gloves into Kate’s back. Kate put short jabs into Revi’s vulnerable belly. Kate’s heavy fun bags were crushing Revi’s perky orbs. Revi socked Kate in the spine and the ass. Kate clocked Revi with some sweet chin music. The pale woman glowed in a dim sort of way with her feet leaving the mat. Kate could see Revi’s pussy partially. Revi hit her tailbone down hard, but didn’t even go down all the way. Kate stepped back, waiting patiently.

“The longer this fight goes, the more it looks like Kate might pull off the upset win,” Rachel said. Kate put her gloves together, nodding. Revi hollered and tried to take off Kate’s head. Kate swung her head and upper body down and out of the way. Kate uncorked a bullet punch into Revi’s kidney. Revi quivered with blood at her lips.

Kate came up under Revi, crashing tits together. Revi moved her arms down. Kate connected with a left hook to Revi’s jaw. Revi got paler and began to look like two women splitting instead of one. Kate plowed her glove into Revi’s belly. The two One Piece princesses as one hung limp, trembling. Kate rotated her shoulder for momentum and swung up, obliterating Revi’s chin. Kate had punched the Fusion apart. Rebecca and Vivi both appeared naked and both went down.

The topless brunette raised her fists in glee. She hopped around happily, waiting for Rebecca to get up. Vivi crawled over to Rebecca, hugged her, and gave her a kiss for encouragement. Rebecca broke free from this, sick of Kate’s antics. The chick with pink hair and no clothes on, Rebecca, stood up and kicked Kate in the side of the knee. Kate unloaded a blood splattering blow to Rebecca’s mouth. Rebecca grimaced and shoved her fist into Kate’s eye. Kate blinked and almost lost her mouth piece with her heavy breathing. Kate punched Rebecca’s belly. The glove moved skin and looked to rattle organs. Rebecca buckled, putting her hands to her crotch, thinking Kate would try something kinky. Rebecca passed out and flopped onto her front with her giant tits squashed underneath her. Kate lost her mouthguard. It dropped with saliva into Becca’s raised booty crack. Kate bent over and tongued it out and back into her mouth. Vivi snatched her yellow skirt from the mini platform, put it on, and pounded her fists together as the Shadow counted.

“No, no!” Vivi said. “We didn’t tag back out. It should still be me.”

“Nine … …. Ten!” The Shadow counted. “Kate wins!”

Kate threw her arms in the air and turned to face the crowd. Vivi said, “My ass!” Vivi got in front of Kate, surprising her, and socked Kate right in the grill. The mouthguard flew out with a wad of blood. Kate shook off the hard shot to her head, and partially grabbed Vivi’s leg as she got kicked in the gut. Kate elbowed Vivi’s leg. Vivi bounced on one foot and then trampolined high to kick Kate in the side of the head.

“The fight’s still on!” Robo-Mic said. “No winner yet!”

Vivi clawed Kate’s gloves, making holes in them. She kneed Kate between the legs and put the boxer in a headlock. Kate bit off one glove and punched Vivi in the face. Kate kissed Vivi’s chest as she got free. Kate took off her other glove. Vivi drilled Kate in the cheek with a punch. Kate’s tired legs tingled, but she hadn’t been kicking. She caught Vivi’s punch attempt. Kate got elbowed in the belly. Blood slurped out onto her breasts. Kate grabbed Vivi’s arm and attacked at the elbow pit. Vivi yelped. Kate kicked Vivi in the mandible. The blue haired fighter went down, looking dazed. Her skirt flew up, and her ass and pussy were on display.

“Yeah!” Kate said. “Come and get me! Both of ya!” Kate puffed out her chest. She had lost sight of Rebecca. Rebecca hugged Kate from behind, snaring the brunette’s arms up into the air. Becca tangled their calves, spreading Kate’s legs. Vivi got up and tore off Kate’s bikini bottoms. Kate said, “If it’s going to be two on one, at least fuck me while you’re down there.” Vivi uppercut Kate in the crotch.

“It’s over,” Rebecca said, still restraining the writhing Kate. “Vivi, I lost.” Vivi ignored Becca, slugging Kate in the belly and then the face. Rebecca got ready to let go. The nude brunette was so slippery, she freed herself at the perfect time to dodge. Rebecca got punched hard with a knockout blow from Vivi. Rebecca fell over. Kate socked Vivi in the armpit and boob. Vivi winced. Kate then cut her knuckles on Vivi’s teeth. Vivi staggered, touching her face and getting a handful of blood. Kate slammed a karate strike right in between Vivi’s eyes. The princess’s eyes glazed over. Rebecca got up to catch Vivi. Kate ran forward and clotheslined two One Piece lovers. Becca and Vivi were upended and crashed down on their backs.

“Fuse again so I can eat you out at the same time,” Kate said. Fans cheered. Rebecca got up quickly, holding onto Kate’s leg for support. Kate massaged Becca’s head. Vivi got up. Kate threw Rebecca at Vivi. The pink haired fighter wanted this to be over. She collided with and tackled Vivi, knocking both of them over the edge. Vivi shouted and cursed.

“She’s better than me,” Rebecca said. “Kate won. It’s ok.” Vivi nodded, holding her girlfriend. They rubbed noses and then hit the water together.

“No disputes necessary,” Rachel said. “Kate has won. The British invasion here at Pongeo continues! Kate on to the quarter finals! Another upset win! I like her. She’s got spunk.”

“I’ll give her my spunk,” Robo-Mic said.

Kate went to the SECHOM and gave herself some blue booty shorts. She was so exhausted she just laid down on the platform and rode it down that way. Rebecca and Vivi were the first to help Kate up and to show her sportsmanship. Healers came to help Kate. The victorious fighter got some healing sprays and insisted on not being taken in for a full healing right away. Kate was dead tired, but determined to celebrate her win in style. She allowed the Healers to take the SECHOM back with the dolly. Kate didn’t have much energy for mingling with fans or flirting, but she made a decent showing to the public, exciting fans for her future fights before heading back to Seacampus to get her full healing. Rachel and the Critic found Kate down by the bar to congratulate her and talk about how long she could have the SECHOM. Kate had certainly trained well and surpassed her pre-tournament rankings. She wasn’t your typical waifu or well known yet, but she was certainly earning an adoring audience.

 

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Shadow Enterprises Platform Peril Waifu Strip Fight Tournament Two: Round Two Fight Eight

12. Mai Shiranui (The King of Fighters) vs 31. SJ (UserErazer941)

Tina had found that SJ was a quiet loner. She had little to no friends on the island, and seemed to have no interest in making new ones. Tina had done all the work being friendly and social, and it was paying off, getting Tina in extra spotlight and maybe even another fight now that she’d lost in the first round to Samus. Apparently SJ had some falling out feud with Kate over photo sharing that Tina didn’t really understand. Tina didn’t care. SJ was obsessed with meeting Kate and beating the shit out of her. Tina had trained a lot with SJ and become a better fighter herself. Tina and SJ had a fusion dance all ready since Tina had fought Mai in the DOA universe, and wanted a crack at her and another fight appearance.

The busty actress with long blonde hair and a country twang in her voice, known for wrestling, Tina Armstrong, had been classy and dressed to the nines for her date with Shadow Enterprises healer, the Calculator. He was like a Clark Kent Superman type with glasses and a burly body. He was an Italian stallion and Tina was the American dream with an oriental outfit. Tina wore gold earrings, a gold necklace that covered her throat and sat on her collar with a topaz gem in the middle, a black corset with gold floral trim and designs on it, and a long black and gold skirt with a slit up the side. Tina’s black pantyhose, black panties, and gold high heels completed her seductive look. Dinner had gone well, and now the city skyrise apartment at dusk was magical. Tina could see the ocean from here on the couch. Her heels were off. There was champagne. The black cloth of her top over her mounds had been peeled off, and it was time for foreplay.

Tina’s phone rang. The shirtless stud leaned over the coffee table, grabbed the phone, and said, “It’s SJ. Do you need to take this?!”

“I wish the answer was no, but she’s helpless without me,” Tina said. “I told her not to do anything without me, and that I was going on this date!” Tina picked up the phone and answered, sounding cross.

“Fine,” SJ said. “Whatever. If you’re going to be an unavailable and bitchy manager, maybe I don’t need one at all. I called to tell you that I’m going to see Mai outside the city at the Karmonic Tide Cages. She wants to talk about our fight tomorrow. I don’t need to fuse with you to beat her.”

“Woah,” Tina said. “Wait! Why go outside the city? It’s dangerous. This could be a trap! Mai freaked out when she heard we were going to fuse. She might try something desperate!”

“My cab gets me in fifteen,” SJ said. “If you want to manage and be my bodyguard and get serum perks, you need to do a better job of explaining things.”

“Look, I’ll just go with you,” Tina said. “Don’t leave without me!” Tina hung up, shook her head, and gave her date a kiss on the lips.

“I could give you serum,” the Calculator said, “but you really want to be in another fight.”

Tina nodded and said, “Mai might make her agree to and sign some contract to not fuse or not box any rounds or it could be a setup to injure SJ before the battle.”

“I’ll go with you and take some healing equipment,” the Calculator said, putting his button down shirt over Tina’s arms. To hell with the rest of the corset. Tina didn’t mind going around the city topless anyway.

SJ was not pleased to see Tina show up with the Calculator. The German gal with short blonde hair was quiet and moody the entire ride. SJ kept her arms folded over her tits, wearing a blue tank top and bottoms. Tina explained the precautions, but SJ barely nodded or acknowledged Tina’s words.

The Karmonic Tide was a gang who had helped Shadow Enterprises with other gang problems on the island. The city of Seacampus was a major tourist trap and kept the violence and ugliness of the island away from VIP clients. The Karmonic Tide had former Model Fighting League women as gang members and had apparently built some cages to host fights. The gang atmosphere was loud and rambunctious, but not overly hostile to Tina, SJ, and the Calculator. In the cage center stage Mai stood topless with her chest puffed out, looking thick and dangerous. The sexy shinobi wore red panties and red pantyhose. Her skin was very tan. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She walked over to the cage grating where there was a stick of smoldering serum to smoke. She bent over with her enormous tits touching the bloodied ground and grabbed the blunt. Mai took a puff and buffed up.

Also in the cage, a woman with long purple hair and paling skin gasped for breath. It was Hitomi dressed as Athena Asamiya with a white hairband, red sleeveless top with a cleavage cutout, a red skirt, and long white gloves and fishnet stockings. “Hey Tina,” Hitomi said, clutching the cage lattice with bloody gloves. It appeared to be blood from her face, elbow, or knees. Hitomi’s bruised abs clenched. “You can have next, but I’m not done yet.”

“You’re pretty much done,” Mai said. Hitomi stepped forward and threw a karate strike. Mai leaped over Hitomi, almost hitting her head atop the cage. She landed swiftly, turned, and buried her palm into Hitomi’s spine. Hitomi’s back arched. The girl in the skirt moaned as she got kneed in the pussy from behind. Mai crammed her elbow into Hitomi’s vertebrae. This almost caused a nip slip for the karateka. Before the cosplay gal with her hair dyed purple could turn around, Mai punched Hitomi in the face. Tina and SJ could feel the power. Hitomi wasn’t a pushover and had won two fights in the Waifu Tournament already, but here she was with a mouthful of blood flying out and getting spanked by Mai. The topless vixen kicked Hitomi between the shoulder blades. The busty bop bag crashed into the cage.

“What the hell did you want from me?” SJ shouted. “I prefer to box, but I’m not afraid to fight you in any style.”

The killer kunoichi sidled behind Hitomi and hugged her. Mai groped Hitomi and pulled her tits out. The lingerie model squeezed and clawed Hitomi’s udders. Hitomi cooed and tried to kiss Mai, but couldn’t reach turning her neck. Mai held up her pointer finger to signal SJ to wait. SJ answered with the middle finger. “Stick your neck out and I’ll break it,” Mai said hot and heavy into Hitomi’s ear.

“Did you get stronger and sexier smoking serum?” Hitomi asked. “I hope you fuck me sexfight style when I finally fall.” Mai shredded Hitomi’s top. Hitomi hated to lose, but her kinky side on Pongeo helped calm down that obsession to win at everything all the time. You had to lose to get better sometimes. Hitomi turned around and slugged Mai in the belly. Mai barely flinched. She clocked Hitomi with a right handed haymaker. More carmine spritzed from Hitomi’s busted kissers. She banged off the cage wall and landed on her ass, dazed. Her red skirt was pretty long, but her legs were spread so far that her white panties could be seen. She drooled on her naked breasts and was so hot that the saliva almost evaporated when touching her heaving hooters.

“I suggest a cage fight for our fight,” Mai said, turning to SJ. “They can put a cage around the platform, and that way there will be no ring outs.”

“That way I can’t fuse with you,” Tina said.

“I expect the fusion,” Mai said. “I didn’t know at first it would and could double your strength. So I had to take measures into my own hands. I couldn’t steal or get Potara earrings myself, but I talked with Helena and started smoking serum. The effects are… you see. I’m able to contend now. I’ll kill you two fused together with ease.”

“Lighten up, Mai,” Hitomi said, getting to her feet and shaking off the stars. Hitomi balled her fists and rocked back and forth on her feet. Her big jugs jiggled. “I was going easy on you because you looked so gorgeous and because you fight tomorrow. I don’t want extra work on the healers or to make fans and the company mad with delays. If that Shadow Enterprises healer is here, can I go all out now?!” The Calculator gave a thumbs up.

“You have been going all out,” Mai said. Hitomi kicked Mai in the leg. Mai winced. The Athena look alike grabbed Mai’s head and forced her face down into a flying knee. Blood sprayed from Mai’s nose. Mai laughed like a maniac and aimed a punch for Hitomi’s neck. Hitomi blocked. Mai kicked Hitomi hard in the flank. Hitomi’s lean belly cratered and she gasped. Hitomi put her hands up to guard and got socked in the navel. Blood glopped from her agape mouth. She sent a jab punch into Mai’s eye. Mai jumped and kneed Hitomi in the kidney. The purple haired lass crashed into the cage, spitting up plasma. She fell to her knees and crawled away from her foe quickly. Hitomi’s teats rubbed the cement ground and her skirt was upturned to show her panties. Mai smacked Hitomi’s ass hard, making all Hitomi’s feminine bits shake.

“Should we stop this and get you out of there?” Tina asked, bending over to look Hitomi in the eyes. The shirt on Tina opened, revealing her ginormous melons.

‘I’m good,” Hitomi said, grabbing the cage to lift herself up slowly. “Are you hooking up with him? … I’m glad you’re having fun!”

“I’m seeing your back more than your front tonight,” Mai said, pulling Hitomi’s hair. Mai elbowed Hitomi in the collar. Hitomi elbowed Mai in the ribs. Mai struck Hitomi in the shoulder blade as the topless German brunette whipped around. Mai played with her prey, punching Hitomi directly in the tit. The mammary flesh impacted and rebounded with juicy eroticism. Mai punted Hitomi between the legs. Hitomi’s eyes crossed and her tongue hung out. Mai broke Hitomi’s nose — CRACK — with an uppercut. The topless jobber flailed and fell back at the cage again.

Tina caught Hitomi under the arms through the cage, holding her back. Hitomi looked ready to jump back into more punishment. Tina said, “You’re not good. You look like you’re going to get killed in there.”

“That’s the idea,” Hitomi said, sucking in Oxygen feverishly. “Fight to death, be afraid for your life, make it close, and get healed to come back stronger in this system.”

“It’s not close though,” Mai said, posing with her hands behind her head.

Hitomi shook free from Tina, winked at her DOA ally, and staggered over to Mai. Hitomi leaned back and drilled Mai in the tummy. Mai scrunched her nose and aimed a karate strike for Hitomi’s jugular. Hitomi raised her shoulder to dull the blow, but it still stunned her. Mai looked to break ribs with a fierce kick, but Hitomi bent over and got her tit obliterated in place. Blood and lactate flew off the big bruised orb. Hitomi yelped and held back tears. She slugged Mai in the jaw. Mai took it well. The topless demon who had invited Hitomi here for a King of Fighters event for the Tide belted Hitomi in the mandible. Hitomi almost fell over. She couldn’t close her mouth at this point. Hitomi stood tall, chest bumped Mai, and splattered blood with a strong right to Mai’s chin and teeth. This looked to get to Mai.

“I’ve had enough of you!” Mai shouted. She grabbed Hitomi’s head and shattered her rival’s ankle with a stomp. Mai jerked Hitomi’s dome down into a punch. Mai buried her fists into Hitomi’s face and body. The blitzkrieg of violence put Hitomi in a whole new world of hurt. She cried and trembled, trying to guard her pulverized face and not put weight on the broken ankle. Mai kicked Hitomi in the leg. Then the sadistic fighter ended Hitomi’s night with a roundhouse kick to the jaw. Hitomi’s lifeless body spun in the air and landed hard on the ground. Her milky tits seeped and her body curled into a fetal position on her side naturally. Fans cheered as Mai stalked the downed loser.

“It’s not going to be a problem that Hitomi fights Android 18 next and first in the next round?” Tina asked the Calculator.

“Not at all,” he said, “There will be a break in between rounds, and plenty of time to heal her.”

Mai flopped Hitomi completely onto her front. Mai straddled the defeated damsel and gave her a brutal wedgie. Mai kept pulling as Hitomi’s tight ass pressed into the thinning white cloth. The panties snapped. Mai spanked Hitomi’s pert ass raw, causing the barely conscious victim’s breasts to smash into and get friction burns on the ground. Mai grabbed Hitomi’s head and smacked her face down into the concrete until the white headband fell off and Hitomi’s face was unrecognizable. Mai spit out one of her own bloody teeth right into the Calculator’s hand and said, “That can be fixed while I sleep tonight, right?!” He nodded.

“You gonna kill her or not?” SJ asked, wanting to see the extent of Mai’s strength while smoking serum. The topless brunette with bronzed skin walked over to her serum stick and smoked the rest of it. Mai sat back resting on one arm in a sultry pose. She wiggled her toes into Hitomi’s crotch and refused to break eye contact with SJ.

“Ugh,” Hitomi moaned. “Don’t tease me like this.”

Mai got up and strolled over to Hitomi. She lifted the limp warrior up under the armpits. Mai shoved Hitomi’s face into her cleavage. Mai smothered Hitomi in her breasts and then cranked the karateka’s neck — SNAP! Hitomi fell to her knees with a broken neck — dead. Her corpse propped itself up against the cage and she looked to have a perverted smile with her tongue hanging out.

“I’ll fight you in a cage tomorrow,” SJ said. “Is that all?!”

“Yeah,” Mai said. “I’ll beat the two of you apart and then have two dead Germans and a dead American to add to my trophies.”

“Be cocky while you can, Mai,” Tina said, feeling fired up. “You killed my friend, and are going dark like Helena, lusting for power. We dance tomorrow! Woo!”

…

Although they had ridden on the same cruise ship to the dock, SJ and Tina did not ride the purple mini platform up to the fighting area together. The German woman with short blonde hair looked fit and scrumptious in a yellow thong, yellow boots, and yellow boxing gloves. Her skin was tan and she had definite biceps and leg muscles. Tina had tried to tell SJ not to wear boxing gloves, but that had gone ignored. Tina fiddled with the Potara earrings for fusion to get one on, and was late catching up with SJ who had stormed off. Tina wore white bikini bottoms and that was it. Her normally shoulder length hair was a little longer than normal, but she was still a busty blue eyed bimbo with OMG boob bouncing action.

“Yipee!” RoboMic shouted from the announcer’s booth. “I like ‘em blonde and with their big tits out! I think SJ vs Tina would be a hot fight!”

“You must not have been looking at me, because I’m wearing a dress,” Mai said, riding the red mini platform up to the big round blue padded platform. The tan Asian woman proved to be the most well endowed of the three, flopping her tits out. RoboMic whooped and cheered. Mai’s skimpy red dress normally allowed for panty shots and max cleavage. She was eerily calm after smoking serum and having the max amount of serum injected to her body. Mai’s long brown hair was pulled back in a tail like a topknot before dropping down like a pony. Mai wiggled out of her ninja garb and stepped onto the main fighting area completely nude.

“Hot damn!” RoboMic said. “Lock me in the cage with her!! Actually, all three of them!”

“This will be the first Waifu fight where a cage is used,” the Critic said. “That means there can be no ring outs, but there can still be ten second knockdown points awarded.”

“Maybe I’ll get one of those before the kill since my stubborn opponent thinks she’s going to make me box with those ridiculous gloves on,” Mai said. SJ frowned and knocked her gloves together. She looked Mai’s naked body up and down, shook her head, and rolled her eyes.

“Let’s fuse already, SJ!” Tina said, leaping from the rising mini platform to the main stage. Tina saw the cage lattice hanging directly down and had been afraid that she would be closed out. The topless bikini model got right behind the fit freak, admiring SJ’s buns. Tina put the earring on SJ and got elbowed in the belly and the tit for it. She rubbed SJ’s shoulders and said, “Ok, what are you thinkin’, slugger?!”

“I think I don’t want or need you,” SJ grumbled past her mouthguard. “I sure as hell won’t need you to beat my rival, Kate, next.”

Tina wasn’t that upset with SJ. She grinned, watching Mai’s insanely low to the ground fighting stance. It was similar to Helena’s pigua quan, and they both were too full of themselves as murdering serum smoking cunts. Mai was expressionless instead of smiling like normal. Her big tits touched the mat with every other bounce or so. A hologram of the Shadow also looked like a robotic video game character. Dr. Ribiero was Brazilian, but whether he or she actually had the amazing body and looks of Capoeira combatant Christie Montiero from Tekken was something Tina couldn’t even feel for at the present. The low rise pants and bra with criss-crossing straps on the Shadow was totally a Christie outfit, but it was all dark and translucent.

“You both can’t be on the fighting platform to start the match separately,” the Shadow said. “Fuse now or to the start the second round if there is a second round.”

“Let’s just do it!” Tina said.

“YEAH!” RoboMic chimed in. “Let’s do it! I wanna do you too!” The cyborg was muted.

“You can keep your body and not even use me unless you need to,” Tina said. “That would also keep me from nagging you from the mini platform.”

“Yeah, but you’ll be nagging me inside,” SJ said. “I think I can handle that and push you down and keep you out better that way though. Fine.”

The two topless blondes began their fusion dance. Fans cheered. There was a hip bump, a fantastic ass cheek clapping booty bump, practice punches thrown, biceps flexed, and then their two fists meeting to finish the fusion. A white sparkly light enveloped the two women and they looked to mold together like an amorphous blob. A yellow aura shrouded SJ and then she stepped forward with more spring in her step, but otherwise topless with short hair and in SJ’s yellow boxing outfit. SJ squatted, feeling Tina’s flare for a show and feeling bootylicious enough to flaunt her derriere. SJ pumped a fist and spun like Tina would in some of her DOA entrances, and then SJ took over, facing Mai with a stern glare. The metal latticework fence rose up from below the platform and curled to make a top and full cage. The Shadow reminded fans of the rules of the tournament with the new cage stipulation, and then disappeared, signaling the start of the final match before the quarterfinals.

The nude fighter struck out like she was going to throw a fan. The back of her hand slammed into SJ’s gloves, knocking SJ’s arms aside. Mai leaped into the air and SJ waited for her to land. Mai looked to step up on thin air. She then kicked SJ right in the mouth. The red and yellow mouthpiece flew out. SJ barely saw Mai land and kick. SJ blocked Mai’s foot. Mai karate chopped at SJ’s neck. It was partially deflected. Mai repeated this karate strike move several times, not really altering her aim at all. SJ blocked. Mai’s strength cut and tore the glove, knocking out stuffing. Mai was able to connect strikes fully into SJ’s sideboob and then her ribs. SJ slugged Mai in the jaw with a left hook. The nude brunette’s head didn’t even turn. Mai slunk down and snatched SJ by the ankle. The topless boxer’s ass hit the mat. Mai slung SJ and let go. The blonde’s head and gloves hit the cage. She fell. Her ass and legs got tangled on the platform.

“What the?!” SJ gasped. “What’s she on?!”

The ponytailed pugilist with curves for days became a blur of speed. Her naked body could be seen jiggling only on slow motion replays as she powered a knee into SJ’s kidney, struck the blonde in the temple, kicked her in the back of the neck, imploded her belly with a jab to the navel, and then elbowed her in the Cerebellum. SJ trembled and staggered in her yellow boots. She hunched and covered her mouth with a glove, getting red streaks on it from her blood. SJ was about to fall over. Mai darted between her legs to be a show off and clipped SJ’s ankle. The woozy fighter toppled. Mai slammed the side of her hand into SJ’s nose. Blood spurt from the boxer’s nostrils. SJ went flying. Her fitness body crashed into the cage. She scrambled to a sitting position; exhausted and wide eyed.

“I like that look,” Mai said, stepping onto SJ’s crotch. SJ yelped and decided to let Tina take full control. A white silhouette surprised Mai, causing the totally nude tease to take a step back.

“Woohoo!” Tina said, getting up and leaving her feet. She launched her ass at Mai. The ninja blocked, but backpedaled. Tina seemed to have no injuries as if this was a video game tag team match. The topless blonde in the white bikini bottoms hugged Mai in a sexy clinch. Tina would’ve been content to titfight a while, but she also was looking for a suplex or to take the game to the ground, knowing that Mai’s speed and strength were incredible. Tina could not execute a bearhug as Mai banged her forehead into Tina’s head. Mai tried to kick out Tina’s knee. The DOA damsel nearly collapsed. The King of Fighters femme fatale booted Tina in the flank and then drove her hand down into Tina’s midsection. Tina choked back blood, eying Mai’s massive melons. “Gimme those!” Tina said, honking Mai’s hooters, and pinching her nipples. Before Tina could get a full rotation on the titty twisters, Mai punted Tina in the pussy. “Yowzas!” Tina moaned, releasing her tit attack to rub her aching groin.

“You wanna fight dirty?!” Mai asked. Tina shrugged and nodded. Mai grabbed Tina’s hair and then sent an upward palm strike into Tina’s eye. The topless bikini model’s skin broke near the eyebrow, pouring crimson into her line of vision and all over her heaving bust. Tina clipped Mai’s chin with a punch. Mai was still too fast. Mai kicked Tina in the back of the head. Tina saw stars. She reached out to grab the cage. She felt two heels slam into either side of her spine. Mai had pressed her palms to the mat and kicked out, putting her entire body into that kicking attack. The bodacious bimbo actress, Ms. Armstrong, was flattened against the cage wiring. Her succulent breasts and mammary tissue molded around and through the caging.

“I’m gonna need your power too, SJ!” Tina exclaimed.

The nude brunette sidled behind her prey in erotic fashion. Mai bent over, draping her breasts onto Tina’s bare back. Mai cupped Tina’s kitty with one hand, fingering and probing into the bunched cloth wedgie. Mai forced her other arm past Tina’s armpit, pinching udder meat with her bicep as she raked her nails down Tina’s round and abused front. Tina moaned, gripping the fence tight to subdue any possible orgasms. She felt her own pleasure and SJ’s combined, which was very difficult to control. Mai karate chopped Tina’s vag and clit. She sliced into Tina’s hips with her nails through the white bikini bottoms strap. Mai lifted Tina up under the arms and away from the fence to drop the blonde’s crotch on a rising knee.

“That’s your daddy’s move, but who's your daddy now?” Mai taunted.

The blue eyed blonde’s jaw gaped open. She tried to catch her falling drawers. She clenched her ass cheeks tight. Mai used her hand like a drill with an uppercut between Tina’s legs. “YEOWW!” Tina screamed, hobbling off to the side and elbowing Mai in the collar. Tina was nude now too. “Come on, SJ! Sooner than later! She’s embarrassing us! You’re not going to recover in there!”

“Talking to yourself,” Mai scoffed. She lowered her shoulder and barreled into Tina. The naked blonde was catapulted into the cage again. She kicked at Mai, but couldn’t stop the dominant fighter from lifting her up by the neck and the crotch. Mai flipped Tina upside-down and threw Tina into the cage. The flimsy metal and wiring gave like it was going to break and yield a ring out anyway. It repelled Tina, who somehow had the presence of mind to palm the padded mat. There was a bluish yellow glow around Tina’s body as SJ lent herself completely to her mentor. Mai rushed in to slam Tina, but found her nose in Tina’s private area with the DOA gal’s legs wrapped around her neck. Tina twisted her body and torqued at SJ’s awesome abs to make Mai face plant. Tina bounced on her knees up to her feet.

“Now I’m feelin’ good!” Tina shouted, drop kicking both feet with solid boots into Mai’s ankle. The kunoichi stumbled and aimed a karate chop down for Tina’s head. Tina caught Mai’s hand, lying back with one arm down like a sexy pinup, and looked to upend her foe. Mai used her gracefulness and flexibility to flip in the air. She tried to kick Tina in the face, but Tina tossed her body down flat. Tina’s teat took a grazing blow. Mai climbed up the cage with her momentum and jumped off to take down Tina hard. The fused fighter raced to meet her adversary head on, jumping high. The chests and bodies of the naked babes slammed together in the air. Tina/SJ’s blue boots got footing first on the mat. With the fusion, clothes and outfits could change a be different than what the ladies were originally in, but that fact was lost on Mai and spooking her along with Tina’s overall strength spiking instead of steadily dropping as Mai had expected.

The sexy hug and titfight took a turn and tumble, spilling the model bodies onto the canvas. In the scrum, Mai’s hair got pulled out of the ponytail and Tina’s eye with the gash above it got poked. Tina ended up behind Mai with the brunette’s wrists in hand. Tina propped her knees into Mai’s back and pulled back on her rival’s arms.

“Romero special!” RoboMic shouted. “I love the wrestling moves best! Go Tina! I’ll be your Romeo! Make Mai’s titties pop!”

Tina kicked into Mai’s back. The sweating shinobi moaned and arched. Her juicy jugs did look to pop or protrude with the submission hold. Tina kicked Mai’s tailbone and spine, weakening the fighter who had smoked serum. Mai had previously zero bad side effects from smoking serum, but was starting to feel some brittle exhaustion now unlike ever before. Tina and SJ’s power was very good, but Mai’s fast drops in energy were noticed by the Shadow. Tina kicked Mai off and the hapless Oriental broad curled and whimpered.

“What happened to all that smack talk, killer lady?!” Tina asked, pulling Mai up by long sweaty raven haired locks. Tina kneed Mai in the grill, splattering blood. Mai swung her arms about like propellers until she backed into the cage. Tina’s fists glowed blue and looked to enlarge as she summoned SJ’s boxing strength. Her punch paused right before rocketing into Mai’s belly button. The brunette buckled and barfed blood. Tina uppercut Mai between the legs, adjusting Mai’s pelvis, and making Mai cry. Tina pumped another powerful fist up, but Mai got her hands down to block. Her arms went flying up. Her tits flopped upwards too. Tina swung a right hook into the side of Mai’s head. The dark haired girl’s face contorted. Her eyes crossed. Tina followed with a left that obliterated Mai’s lips and put her spinning and onto her back.

“You’re… supposed … ta get… weaker,” Mai whined between breaths. “As … the fight… goes on.” Mai spit out blood and clenched her fists. Tina looked at the claw marks on her own rack from Mai, and went with a retribution stomp — blue heel to areola and nipple. Mai’s tit cratered. She tried to sit up, but Tina swiveled her hips and popped a squat, sitting on Mai’s face.

“Ya can’t fight if ya can’t breathe!” Tina said, wiggling her rump and twerking on Mai’s face. Mai’s mouth seemed stuck between Tina’s buns. Tina bounced gleefully like she was riding a pony and fans enjoyed the blonde’s bouncing breasts. Tina grinned looking at her opponent’s giant knockers. Tina’s hands were like hammers with SJ’s strength pouring all out as fast as possible. Tina pounded both fists into Mai’s breasts. The big chest pillows billowed and floundered. Tina laced her fingers and hammered Mai’s belly. Red pushed past Tina’s ass cheeks. Mai choked and sputtered, suffocating. Tina pounded both hands into Mai’s pussy. Mai tongued Tina to say “EEE!” Tina lifted her rear but then separated her hands and put a final pound into Mai’s naked sweater puppies. The rebounding fatty mounds couldn’t take that kind of pressure. Her teats were cut and bloodied. Lactate sprayed from her abused bosoms, and her perfect pair was going to stay saggy and demolished for a while.

Mai writhed on that mat, sucking in air as quickly as she could. “Will Tina go for knockdown points now?” the Critic asked.

“Up ya go,” Tina said, pulling her enemy up by the chin and the cooter. Tina squeezed Mai in a bearhug with erotic breast docking action. Mai’s back popped and crackled.

“NOOO!” Mai screamed. “Help! Stop!! Getting fucking weaker already!!”

Tina set Mai down. She grabbed Mai’s wrists and pulled her arms back. SNAP! One of the arms broke. Tina lifted her legs to kick with a frenzied pace left and right, left and right, into Mai’s vertebrae. The rag dolled brunette spit up blood and let her pale face drop into her own cleavage. Tina let go of Mai’s wrists and lifted her in a fireman’s carry. Then Tina brought Mai’s back down onto a flying knee. CRACK! CRUNCH!

Mai and Tina both bellowed. Mai’s screech was the lost sound she made in agony before dying with a broken back. Tina had shattered her patella. She pushed Mai off, and felt her energy rapidly depleting. Both Tina and SJ had pushed everything into that, but it was Tina’s body that had been most affected. Mai gave a spasm and then her eyes glossed over white with her body leaking whatever fluids were left inside. Tina was so tired that the fusion wore off. It looked like the one gal had a separate SJ spawn out of her like magic mitosis. SJ came out looking sweaty, but clothed with blue panties and a blue bra kind of hanging off her big boobs. Tina crawled over to the cage barefoot and nude. She sat there, shaking in pain.

“We did it, SJ,” Tina said. SJ roared and pumped her fists in victory.

“That is a kill and a victory for SJ,” The Shadow said. The cage began to recede and drop down to allow healers to come in and bag Mai’s body.

“Maybe this wasn’t so bad,” SJ said, patting Tina on the shoulder. “I got this next grudge match on my own, but I could probably use a fuse to beat Korra in the semis.”

“We will be looking into the fusion, and it may not be allowed again,” the Shadow said. “Mai had more than enough strength to be competitive, and technically had too much serum in her body for this fight by also smoking it, but that looked to complicate things and backfire anyway.”

“I think Tina was the real star here,” the Critic said. “Her vs Mai with no fusion or smoking would’ve been a good match.”

“What are you talking about?!” RoboMic said. “This was a great match! It looked like Mai vs Tina nude! I loved it! But I’d watch it again whatever lame way you suggested.”

Healers were eager to help Tina with CryoWrap and sprays, but she was eager to get some personal care from the Calculator. He bandaged her up and carried her to the mini-platform to ride as victor with SJ. SJ didn’t say another word. Her mind was already thinking ahead to beating and killing Kate. The rush of the kill had been something SJ didn’t know she’d enjoy so much. SJ had fought Kate many times and lost a lot, but in a title belt fight for SJ’s main circuit, SJ had beaten Kate. SJ was going to wear the same outfit & win again; only with a kill this time.

 

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European Model Cagefight and Sexfight Association Romania: Sara C vs Alexis Ren


With Megan Fox’s team taking on Antonia Iacobescu’s team taking precedence, Sara had a long wait after beating Ashley Tervort to lead off the team battle until she was going to get a Clash of Champions fight. Sara was raring to go. She was the only Champion who hadn’t gotten a fight in the table setup so far. The Romanian sexfighter had a nice following worldwide, and fans here in Romania were excited to see their hometown hero and hottie going at it with anyone. Sara had humbled American actress and fighter, Alexis Ren, many years ago, and the two were still very hot and horny with one another as a sort of lesbian or bisexual item. In usual EMCASAR fashion, there was no set time for the fighting models to come down a runway or to get serum. They all kind of did their own thing. Antonia sat with Ebony and Dwight in a balcony box to talk about fights.

“We got a new Fresuade flavor inspired by me!” Dwight said, holding up a bottle with shiny glimmering pinkish liquid inside. “It’s Berry Bling! It’s shiny too!” Dwight wore a lot of fancy and big jewelry, gold chains, watches, etc. Antonia was dressed swanky in a sparkly dress instead of taking a pop star look. Ebony was scantily clad as normal, showing off the girls and her expansive cleavage.

“It’s about time we see Sara take on and take out her mentor again, I think,” Ebony said, nudging Antonia. “I think you sacrificed your cage prowess and dominance for your singing career.”

“Maybe,” Antonia said. “Maybe not. I’m still good in there. Almost anyone can win on any given night.”

“Does your boo, Ozana, want a piece of Ashley too?” Ebony asked. Antonia blushed and rolled her eyes.

“We got a lovers quarrel, but still a deathmatch in the ring cage tonight,” Dwight said.

The leggy blonde, Alexis, and the slender and trim brunette, Sara, both had decided to wear black robes to cover up while heading to the cage center stage. Alexis’s fine silky hair was in two pigtails that Sara wanted to pull. Alexis swished Orange Fresurade around in her mouth and popped the plastic bottle between two hands. Sara lost some Grape Fresurade into her cleavage, excited by the sound of the pop and the sight of her usual sub and fiery companion. Sara took off her robe, revealing big perky tits and black and red spandex bikini bottoms.

“It looks like I’m first in the ring and first to do something helpful with my body,” Alexis said from the ring ledge. She slung her robe down at Sara. Sara hopped up to the ring ledge, avoiding the cage siding that would rise and encapsulate them shortly. The taller woman, Alexis, shoved Sara at the ropes. Sara tackled Alexis between the twine, and got the sense that Alexis’s thin and fit surfer body was trimmer and bonier.

The topless broads stood up as the cage metal raised up. Sara said, “What are you talking about?!” Alexis had an extremely flat chest. Sara noticed this only when Alexis pointed.

The chick in the pigtails, Alexis, slapped Sara’s mounds, and said, “I’m going to be dominant and like the man, tonight! I got a breast reduction healing and I feel great! What you’ve put on here, I’ve taken off.” Alexis cupped and squeezed Sara’s tits. For a second, Sara relished the thought of being the sub. Alexis knew many ways to please Sara in coitus.

Despite the black boy shorts, Alexis still had wide hips and a cute curvy woman’s ass. Sara touched Alexis’s coochie. They were so close. Sara’s chest felt even closer to Alexis’s heart than normal. She didn’t mind her breasts really flattening. Sara got on her tiptoes to nibble Alexis’s lower lip. Alexis pulled Sara’s hair and slammed her palm into Sara’s nose. Sara said, “You didn’t put on much muscle from the looks of it, babe. I know how you train and don’t. Just because you took away some curves, doesn’t mean I won’t caress the rest and beat you into submission as usual!”

“This crowd has me excited to collar and crush you!” Alexis said.

“You haven’t fought in front of a crowd like this in a while,” Sara said. “There’s nothing like this. No training can make up for having actual sexfight death battles.”

“She’s right,” Ebony said. “I hate losing and getting killed, but it happens to all of us and the best of us. I think Alexis looks twiggy and ready to snap.”

Sara raised her eyebrows. It was an adrenaline skyrocketing noise to hear a rival’s bones broken or limbs popped from the socket. Alexis punched Sara in the boob. The fight was on. Sara expected low blows. Everything brutal and sexual was on the table with the exception of eye gouging. Sara kicked Alexis in the shin. Alexis winced. The topless blonde threw a punch. Sara blocked. Sara kicked just above Alexis’s hip. Alexis threw another punch. Sara parried it with contempt. Alexis did not seem to have improved in strength much at all if she had really been trying with those attacks. Sara punched Alexis in the chest. The shock and reverberation stopped Alexis’s heart for a moment. Sara slugged Alexis in the jaw. The blonde took that well.

“That’s what I thought!” Alexis said, kicking Sara between the legs. “You’ve got a hard sexy body, but a soft pussy still. I can take a hit better than ever now, and you’ll see my true power once I get serious attacking!” Alexis stuck out her chin, and Sara slugged her. Blood slopped from the blonde’s mouth. She looked dazed rather than cocky now. Sara had great leg strength. She aimed to kick Alexis in the head. The tall broad with the pigtails caught her brunette rival’s bare foot. Alexis kicked Sara in the groin. The sneaker slammed into Sara’s bottoms, making a wedgie. Sara wrested her leg back. Alexis grabbed Sara’s tits with both hands bunching mammary flesh together and fingernails punctured the sensitive dermis. Alexis slung Sara down to the mat. She tried to stomp Sara, but the topless brown haired woman parried with her leg.

“I gotta say that I prefer a chick with a little more meat,” Dwight said, “but watching either chick get laid out and laid will be hot and entertaining!”

The tall thin woman backed into the ropes and the cage. She couldn’t really bounce off the ropes as hard as she wanted to, because the cage was there, but she charged at Sara. Sara got up, looking to meet Alexis with a sexy clinch. Alexis leaped over Sara. Alexis’s shorts touched the top of Sara’s head. The leggy blonde whipped around, kicking Sara in the ribs. Sara grimaced and turned around, expecting another weak punch from her lover. The pigtail pugilist packed a lot more power this time. Sara’s blocking hands and arms went flying. Alexis kicked Sara in the kidney, assuming Sara wouldn’t shy away from some punishment. The brunette turned in as expected. Alexis uppercut Sara in the chin. Sara’s feet left the springy canvas. Her head flew back. Spit flew from her mouth. Sara landed on her feet. Alexis decked Sara with a right hook. Blood flew from Sara’s busted lips. Alexis slammed her hands into Sara’s boobs. Sara snatched Alexis’s arm. The long blonde jammed her heel into Sara’s lean tummy. The busty brunette lost grip of her opponent’s appendage while crashing into the cage. Alexis stomped Sara’s crotch. She punched one of Sara’s boobs into the other one and then plowed a left hook into Sara’s head.

“Mf,” Sara grumbled, trying to pay a compliment to Alexis and say ‘nice’. Sara adjusted her bikini bottoms, trying to sidle away from more attacks. Sara stumbled. Alexis bounced off the ropes, willing to hurt her back and body a bit against the cage for momentum. Alexis kicked Sara in the spine. Sara’s feet went out from under her and an arch of crimson flew out of her mouth. Sara flailed a punch that hit Alexis in the eye.

“The champ is down!” Dwight said.

Sara blinked. Her chest heaved. The Romanian was impressed by her girlfriend’s power, but this was hardly the end of the fight. Alexis seemed to be too full of herself. She had climbed the cage looking to deliver a KO drop. Sara got to her feet. Alexis had already jumped. She bounced high off the canvas and had trouble turning in midair. Sara kicked hard into Alexis’s belly, knocking her down. Sara sprinted to dive atop the downed dame. Alexis kicked Sara between the legs. The flat chested blonde pulled herself up with help from the cage.

“You can’t take my punches!” Alexis said, striking Sara in the nose. Sara winced. She fired back, clocking Alexis in the jaw. Alexis shuddered. The warm embrace that followed was nice and erotic, but despite the wedgie and her back getting slashed by Alexis’s fingers, Sara pumped Alexis’s belly with punches until the hug was broken. Sara leaped up and headbutted Alexis. Alexis’s nose bled all over. Sara kicked Alexis in the ribs. CRACK! Alexis screamed.

“Who can’t take who’s punches?!” Sara asked, squatting low. She rose up, twirling with an uppercut. Alexis’s head flew back with whiplash, cramming her Cerebellum against the cage. Sara kept her fist raised high with her back to Alexis. The blonde’s eyes were crossed and she was not going to be attacking any time soon. Blood dribbled down Alexis’s cheek. Sara turned around and kept her wobbly challenger propped up with a chest bump. Sara tore off Alexis’s shorts and then leaped high into the air. Sara kicked Alexis in the neck. The naked blonde almost got stuck in the cage and the ropes from the force of the blow. It was a critical shot, and Alexis completely paled, looking like a lifeless doll.

“At least Alexis wasn’t a pushover,” Antonia said. “She did well for a while. I think we all expected Sara to win, but Alexis tested her.”

The voice of her mentor was exciting to Sara being projected like that. Sara would like a threesome, but Antonia was far away. Sara was into Ozana too, but Ozana had a very competitive and possessive streak where Antonia was concerned. Sara took off her bikini bottoms. Leon, Libby, and other staff members carried sex toys over for Sara to have her pick. Sara took handcuffs, a collar, and almost everything handed to her at first. The horny Romanian went over to the prone and quivering American blonde. Sara put a collar around Alexis’s neck with a big dildo hanging from a metal cord. The fake dick was the right length to look like Alexis’s penis as Sara stood her up. Sara pulled Alexis’s blonde pigtails. She kneed Alexis between the legs and said, “You’re still soft and sexy in all the right places.” Sara handcuffed Alexis’s wrists together. “You’re still unable to beat me. You’re my sex slave tonight for challenging me and losing!” Sara pulled Alexis’s arms over her head. Pop! Pop! Alexis’s shoulder joints and sockets dislodged. The nude brunette leaned atop the loser, forcing her will. Alexis bent over and fell to her knees. Sara’s bosoms billowed out against Alexis’s back.

Sara grabbed the dildo in front of Alexis and put it in the blonde’s pussy. Alexis kicked and wrestled. Sara got another pair of handcuffs to lock Alexis’s wrist together. She kept Alexis on all fours, bound, and spanked Alexis’s ass. Sara licked Alexis’s pussy and then swung the dick on the collared cord around Alexis’s neck. Sara pushed the hard plastic into Alexis’s mouth and pressed the release button. Alexis choked and thrashed. The tall and lanky nude lass flopped onto her side. Sara posed on her side, lying on the mat, and then went to town tonguing and fingering her lover. Alexis’s ass cheeks clenched. She couldn’t hold back her passionate bliss and released.

The Romanian sexfighter avoided getting covered in female ejaculate. Sara sat pack, pulled Alexis’s pigtails and said, “Time to do me.” Alexis was eager to please. She face planted down into Sara’s cooter. She tongued and sucked lower lips. Sara messed up Alexis's hair and enjoyed herself, wrapping her legs around Alexis’s neck. Alexis wasn’t able to do as much as normal with no hands, but she worked magic with her mouth and tongue. Sara wanted Alexis’s hands in front. The blonde’s arm snapped going back over her head. She writhed and moaned. Sara propped Alexis up in the corner and said, “Heal up soon. Your night is finished.” Sara took the dildo on the cord and shoved it into Alexis’s mouth. She looked to the fans, who were expecting her face fucking finisher. Sara said, “Naw. A little different tonight. Bite down.” Alexis bit the prosthetic in her mouth. Sara stroked Alexis’s hair and cheek. Then she put her foot right up to Alexis’s mandible. Sara swiveled her hips and delivered a killer kick. Alexis’s head crackled, popped, and snapped, turning 120 degrees to the side. Alexis toppled over dead with her tongue bitten partially through and the bloody dong falling from her agape mouth.

“Fatality!” Dwight said. “Nice!”

“Sara, babe,” Antonia said; “you’ve been ready for a Clash of Champions fight for a long time. I think we can do that and any other team thing Megan cries for when she gets out of healing.”

Sara smiled up at the balcony box. She patted Libby and Leon on the ass so they would take good care of her dead lover in Alexis. As great as this had been, Sara wanted to go toe to toe with the best too. Her adrenaline was too high to think through different possibilities. Sara had beaten Alexis, and fans had loved it as usual. Sara felt she was at the top of her game. Even if she went on a losing streak, she’d still get plenty of fights. The fanbase was loyal. Sara didn’t disappoint. The fights didn’t disappoint her either.

 

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Mar10 Day Celebrity DeathMatch Princess Peach vs Princess Daisy


Shadow Arena was bright and festive for a Mario Day celebration event. Celebrity DeathMatch hosts, Johnny Gomez and Nick Diamond sat at a long table center stage in front of a boxing or wrestling ring on a raised platform. They wore business suits and ties as usual. Nick, the shorter man with brown hair and mustache, could not make sense of how March 10th was Mario Day, but he had been drinking a lot already. Johnny, the taller host with short black hair said, “The one is an ‘i’ and the zero is an ‘o’, but that’s besides the point.”

“The point is the ‘o’ faces me, Mario, Luigi, and the fans have seeing the topless princesses in the ring!” Nick said. “Royalty never looked so good! I’d ride up behind Peach’s peach bottom or cut a hole in Daisy’s daisy dukes to get behind her too!” Fans cheered.

“No you won’t!” Daisy the feisty tomboy brunette said. Daisy had a crown in her hair, daisy earrings with a green center, blue eyes, white gloves, and short tight yellow shorts. She and Princess Peach had taken the Shadow Enterprises FRS (Fighting Recovery and Strength) serum which made them even more combative. Daisy punched her fists together. Luigi tried to rub her shoulders over the ropes, but she elbowed him in the gut and knocked him off the ring ledge. Luigi, the lanky plumber bro in the green cap and overalls, wore no shirt or underwear and was packing wood. When he hit the ground he accidentally spit a green fireball which the small island men staff put out with a fire extinguisher.

“I gotta say,” Nick said, “the Mario brothers look pretty good with mustaches for boring and otherwise average looking plumbers. To land babes like Peach and Daisy is impressive.”

“We spend time with them for the publicity,” Peach said. The blue eyed blonde glared at Daisy. “I’ll prove once and for all that I’m the strongest princess and the strongest in the Mushroom Kingdom! Mario isn’t saving me all the time, and he’s a terrible plumber, but his family’s rich, and his Italian sausage is… above average on shrooms. They’ve got fun drugs.”

“Mama mia!” Mario said, rubbing Peach’s shoulder’s. Peach also wore her golden crown as usual and had on white gloves that extended down to her elbows. She had blue earrings in the shape of balls and tiny pink shorts to complete her sexy outfit. “You show her and everyone, Peach!” Mario said, winking and trying to sniff her hair and kiss her neck. Peach was used to pretending to like Mario’s advances, but looked sort of stiff and ready to fight. Mario looked short, fat, and hairy wearing no shirt and his usual red cap and overalls. “Don’t forget, Luigi, the losing brother buys a new castle for the winning woman and doesn’t get to pork the loser.” Mario chortled and blushed, imagining getting to fornicate with a mostly dead and defeated Daisy. The princesses were attractive women and Shadow Enterprises serum and healing technologies had made them even bustier and the ideal supermodel shapes.

“What?!” Peach asked. “I don’t want pork and sausage on my pizza! You’re so dumb, Mario! When will you learn?! If we have dinner together later, I’ll make the order. And I was talking about your penis earlier. It’s pretty gross unless you take those enhancement mushrooms. When we’re tripping on all that, almost everything seems awesome.” That sound of coins being collected chimed. Mario grinned, rubbed his hands together, and then pulled a bag of mushrooms out of his pocket to show fans.

“At least that whiny little twerp, Toad, isn’t here,” Nick said. “We were going to let him be the ref, but he complained about everything, and didn’t want to see the princesses topless.”

“Our videos show that he is high in his room on weed and shrooms, was freaking out, and then passed out,” Johnny said.

“I don’t think this sort of thing really needs a ref,” Donkey Kong said, walking down the runway to the commentators’ table with his buddy Yoshi. They carried a pitcher of beer and some rounds of drinks for watching the battle. “Me or Yoshi could step in as ref if need be.”

Peach and Daisy dropped their hard demeanors, giggled, blushed, clapped, and said hi to Donkey Kong and Yoshi. Daisy had a deeper voice than Peach and said, “Winner gets to ride Yoshi and experience the fabled mighty Kong Dong right here and now! And I don’t mean saddling poor Yoshi and sitting on his back. He’s strong and a stud too, but… I’m so glad you guys actually came! Peach was just bragging and thinking she’s better than she is as usual. I’m so much hotter and more fun than Peach! She’s trying to act like she’s always been tough and athletic now. That’s always been my thing!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” DK said, sitting down next to Johnny. Nick was on the end of the table with his jaw agape. “People can change personalities,” DK said. The big monkey man wore a red tie, no shirt, and some red shorts. He had short brown fur and a sort of stylized Mohawk up top and huge muscles. Yoshi was a green human dinosaur hybrid wearing a Mario Day t-shirt and jeans. Yoshi stretched his tongue up to lick Daisy’s face. His long pink tongue slobbered onto and into her sweaty cleavage. Yoshi gulped his tongue back down and then chased the titty juice with some beer. “My man Yoshi is getting to second base already!” DK said.

“You guys look real!” Nick said in disbelief.

Yoshi looked at Nick and did a double take. “You guys look real!” Yoshi said with wide eyes. “I thought you were fake clay people! This is awesome! … I’m not trippin like Toad am I?!”

“Nah, we’re all real,” DK said calmly.

“They can be anthropomorphized any time,” Johnny said, “but it nevers happens for the Mario video games.”

“They’re going to fight with anthrax?” Nick asked.

“You’re several decades off with that fear and reference,” Johnny said.

“Not even this century,” DK said.

“We’re going to fight too!” Luigi said, storming over to the commentators’ table. He took a plastic solo cup and stuck it into the pitcher of beer to drink some, spilled all over himself, and tried to crumple the cup threateningly. “These are our women! Don’t butt in and steal them from us like always!”

“It’s not on purpose or that serious, for real,” DK said.

“Go beat up Mario, Luigi!” Daisy ordered. “I don’t like the way he’s looking at me!”

“Yes ma’am!” Luigi said. “Well, maybe when the fight officially starts. I don’t want to take the spotlight off you… and Mario is me brother!”

“You won’t take the spotlight off us even breathing fire,” Daisy said.

Mario spit a red fireball at Yoshi and DK out of jealousy to ruin the commentators’ table, but Yoshi slurped up the fireball, leaned back, and shot a fireworks display up into the dome arena. Fans cheered. Peach and Daisy clapped, getting rizzed up already.

“Is all that applause and those lights for me?!” Bowser asked, rolling a keg on a dolly. The hulking pointy shelled Koopa King wore a Hawaiian shirt open, a Dayton Flyers red and blue tie, and jeans shorts. Bowser was very wide and had some muscles, but could afford to lose his beer belly. His voice was deep and gravely. He was way more bashful than you’d expect a villain with lots of power to be. Bowser blushed and added, “I bet it’s for something else… just the timing… I wanted to join you guys… Is that ok? Do you like my outfit?! Was I supposed to be casual or formal? DK wears a tie and no shirt and looks cool all the time! … My oh my… The princesses look beautiful… Shouldn’t they be… covered up?!”

Bowser sat down next to Yoshi. Yoshi gave Bowser a high five and then said, “Chill, Bowser. You’re cool. You don’t have to try and impress anyone here. I’ll get the keg tapped! It was pretty cool to bring that!”

“Oh,” Bowser groaned. “I’m stuck.” He tried to move and the entire table almost fell over. DK began to lift the table, and Bowser shook his head vehemently. Bowser was stuck because he had a massive boner, and he didn’t want anyone to see it. So instead, DK helped tap the keg and went into the stands to pick fans to join them drinking before the fight started. Daisy and Peach hopped down from the ring to get some suds squirted into their mouths and onto their succulent bodies. They were jealous that DK picked out the hottest chick in the front row and lifted her under the arms over the railing and fan dividing wall. He had also selected a guy wearing a Donkey Kong t-shirt along with some other fans. Mario and Luigi watched and glared, plotting to kill everyone and to get a swap of girlfriends. They didn’t get to hook up with princesses often unless they were all too messed up to feel much of anything, so they both were secretly hoping to kill the other brother and hook up with both princesses here at the Death Match. They both had also taken serum and neither looked near as buff or in shape as DK, Yoshi, or even Bowser. None of those guys had taken serum either as Mario and Luigi had.

Peach and Daisy started shoving one another and pulling hair near the commentators’s table and the keg. Daisy slugged Peach in the belly. Bowser winced. Peach hunched. The blonde clawed for Daisy’s eyes. The brunette, Daisy, palmed Peach’s head and tried to slam her face onto the table. Peach’s boobs got in the way and billowed out over the table. There was a thunk from the underside of the table, and Boswer’s red eyes and Koopa face looked guilty. “I’m not letting DK pump anything else for you, or pump you!” Daisy said, kneeing Peach in the spine.

“Um… Miss Princess Peach, if I may,” Bowser stammered, trying not to ogle the mounds the guys and even the hot chicks close by stared at. “We’ve known each other since childhood, and any castle in the Koopa Kingdom of mine can be yours. Daisy, the same goes for you. You don’t have to fight. Let Mario and Luigi battle for superiority themselves.”

“You’re simping hard there,” Nick said. Bowser looked confused.

Mario looked like a cat about to spit up a hairball. He shot a fireball at Daisy’s back from his mouth. Yoshi saw it coming out of the corner of his eye and stuck out his tongue. The hot chick thought he wanted to kiss, and she tried to French with him. The fireball hit Yoshi’s snout and went out. Yoshi placed the hot chick into his seat and sprinted at a fast pace towards the runway opposite the table. Yoshi’s tail smacked Mario in the belly and Mario slammed into the side of the ring. Yoshi ran up to the dividing wall and said, “Hot! Hot! Anybody got some water?! Oh wait, I can just cool off with some beer!” Yoshi sprinted back to the table. Mario got up and tried to punch Yoshi. Yoshi punched Mario in the eye with his tongue. The back of Mario’s head hit the steel step unit leading up the ring. Mario groaned.

Peach managed to stomp Daisy’s foot and then kick her back heel up into Daisy’s crotch. Peach rolled her eyes at Bowser and said, “Why don’t you capture me again you bashful big dino boy?! Tie me up and put a ball gag in my mouth and whip me! I’ve been naughty! I steal from you all the time!” Bowser shrugged.

Bowser said, “It’s not theft if I don’t care if it’s gone, but I really don’t want to have to jump through all those hoops. I don’t want to hurt you or do that sort of kinky roleplay all the time.”

“DAMN!” Nick said. “Peach is a masochist.”

“I’m a sadist where it comes to women,” Peach said, elbowing Daisy in the face. Peach whipped around. Her long blonde locks hit Daisy in the eye. Peach grabbed Daisy by the crotch with one hand and socked Daisy in the mush with her other hand. Blood spritzed off Daisy’s lips, staining Peach’s white gloves.

“I’ll tie you up and do whatever you want!” Luigi said, sneakily sidling behind Peach. He grabbed her hair and bumped his tenting crotch into her tight buns.

“You’re too normal and I can beat you up,” Peach said. “Where is the fun or danger in that?!” Luigi snarled and punched Peach in the ribs. Peach grabbed Luigi’s wrist and slung him head over heels onto the hard ground. Luigi’s butt hit down hard. He yelped as his spine ached. Luigi fell over. Daisy stomped Luigi’s genitals.

“Oof!” Luigi said. “Do it again, bae! You never touch me there anymore!”

“I’m not your bae or your girlfriend!” Daisy said, balling her fists. “I don’t need your help to beat Peach!”

“As if!” Peach said. She leaped up to the table gracefully, and then sprang off. The topless blonde kicked Daisy in the jaw. The busty brunette went down. Peach landed and dove atop Daisy to wrestle her. Bowser looked up at the giant TV screen over the ring where one of many drone cameras had captured video footage mostly of Peach’s breasts jiggling and an erotic front angle. Seeing Peach from behind with her ass presenting atop Daisy was also a fan favorite angle. DK helped Yoshi get a milkshake to cool off his mouth and snout.

“Why don’t you milk those princesses?!” Nick asked.

“I think I will!” Peach said, groping Daisy’s large knockers. She raked her nails into the curvy mammary flesh. “For Yoshi!” Fans cheered.

“As if your tits are better than mine,” Daisy said, slinging a right hook into Peach’s sideboob. Daisy leaned up and headbutted Peach. Blood squirted from Peach’s mouth. Daisy wrestled Peach and sprawled out atop her. The brunette rammed her rack into Peach’s supple bosoms, and smacked her exposed sweater puppies side to side into Peach’s breasts with an epic titfight.

“We’ve actually seen broads lactate on serum around here,” Nick said. “This is awesome!”

Luigi and Mario had already prematurely dampened the fronts of their overalls, but they were on serum too, and needed no refractory period. Mario lost his breath jogging over to Daisy. He pulled down on the yellow waistband of her shorts and tried to depants her. Daisy elbowed Mario in the gut. She sat up straight with her Glutes on Peach’s lean belly. Peach honked Daisy’s hooters and gave the brown haired lass titty twisters. Daisy yowled in pain. Mario took a mushroom from his pocket and chewed it up. His entire body and specifically his fist enlarged. He punched Daisy in the jaw out of Peach’s grasp. Daisy’s jaw looked to smush and disfigure momentarily, but there was healing magic in the serum and Daisy still looked pretty despite flopping over the floor.

“I’m a Mario!” Mario declared, flexing his biceps. “I’m a gonna win-a!”

“I’ve got this myself, Mario!” Peach said, folding her arms and sitting up. “Why do you have to come in and hog all the glory all the time?!”

Mario tried to slap Peach with his dong, but she stepped to the side and tripped him. Mario almost fell over, with a drug induced vertigo from the mushroom. Luigi tackled Peach from behind. Mario winked to his mustached brother and stalked Daisy. Daisy shook her head and began to get up. She slapped spit and a tooth out of Mario’s mouth. Mario uppercut her in the navel, making immediate bruises, and launching Daisy up over the ropes and into the ring. Daisy writhed on the springy mat up there. Mario did a triple jump to get up there and tried to flip like an acrobat. His foot clipped the top ropes and he spread his arms wide yelping. It looked like he purposefully hit Daisy with a cross body slam to some fans. Mario grabbed Daisy’s hair and punched her in the face.

“I can’t just sit here and watch this!” Bowser said, watching Luigi slam Peach’s pretty face into the concrete while sitting atop her bare back.

“I can!” Nick said. “The Mario bros are tag teaming the princesses! I’d like to be a part of that too as an honorary Mario bro with a mustache!”

“I think the girls will get out of this predicament,” DK said.

“Well, we have some extra mushrooms, powerups, and daisies to drop into the ring,” Johnny said, pressing a button on his phone. The giant TV over the ring dropped giant flowers and some small edible mushrooms from an inner compartment. Mari screamed and leaped off Daisy. The topless brunette was spread eagle in lala land with lactate budding on her teat from Mario licking and biting there.

“Achoo!” Mario sneezed so violently, he went backwards into the ropes. He bounced off and then dropped his elbow into Daisy’s belly button. Daisy moaned and unbuttoned a strap of Mario’s overalls, wrestling him. She shoved a giant daisy into his face. Mario sneezed again and flew out of the ring. Luigi was dragging Peach around by the hair and punching her in the face or body. Peach’s skin was smoldering and bright pink in spots from Luigi’s green fireballs burning her as well. Luigi smacked Peach’s butt, and tried to rip off her pink shorts. Peach blocked that and kicked Luigi in the balls.

“Luigi!” Daisy shouted. “Mario’s killing me over here!” Luigi turned around and went to go help. Mario’s butt hit Luigi in the face. The plumbers crashed into the ground and were too tangled to both stand up at the same time.

“Why’d you attack me?!” Luigi hollered, poking Mario in the eyes.

“Cheap move!” Mario shouted, stomping Luigi in the chest with a giant foot.

Bowser had been on the phone with Shadow Enterprises staff to get Peach some healing lotion for her burns. They had reminded him that this was a death match, but he didn’t seem to get the implications of it. When the healing lotion bottle arrived, Mario and Luigi were shooting fireballs at one another, cursing, ranting, raving, and attacking one another.

Daisy ducked the ropes in the ring and hopped down to the floor. Her milky jugs jiggled. Peach pointed, laughed, and said, “See! My body is way better than yours, Daisy! You’ll always be second to me! But… I could get some of that lotion before I kill Daisy. It would be hot for you all to watch me put it on, or Yoshi and DK could apply it!”

With staff members running around to put out Mario and Luigi’s poorly shot fireballs, and Luigi having grown with a mushroom as well, there was so much steam and distraction, Mario and Luigi continued to fight one another, losing track of the sexy ladies. Yoshi opened the healing cream, slathered it on his hands, stuck out his giant pink stretchy tongue, and dumped the rest on there. Yoshi slurped Peach’s sizzling hot body and curves, and the blonde princess began touching herself down low before Yoshi even got out of his seat to use his hands on her body.

To be continued...

 

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“Peach, you slut!” Daisy shouted. She stripped out her yellow shorts and sat on DK’s lap. She wiggled her buns and moaned, giving him a lap dance, and forcing his willing monkey hands over her big bosoms. DK’s member wasn’t contained by his shorts and boxers for long. He kissed Daisy’s neck until she turned around to ride him. DK got out of the chair, showing great lower body strength and held Daisy’s buttocks while entering her missionary style. Bowser swallowed hard and did a spit take of beer that hit Nick in the face.

Peach unzipped Yoshi’s jeans and tore them off his lower half with her serum strength. Yoshi stretched his tongue over to the booze to get the healing cream off and then found Peach’s pink shorts over his eyes. He didn’t even have to look as Peach jumped atop him, hugging her arms around him, and wanting to ride him on the ground on top. Peach flushed and took Yoshi’s massive green dino dong for a spin.

“Oh, Bowser, did you want in on any of this?!” DK asked, making Daisy wet. Daisy threw her head back, moaning, and DK’s fingers continued to titillate her and stimulate her clit.

“Yes and no,” Bowser said, looking around nervously. Bowser managed to stand up, pushing the table a little. He said, “What would my son think?!”

“Koopa kid is in a VIP bathroom at the stadium jerking off,” Johnny said.

Bowser nodded and said, “That sounds like him. He’s always got a lot of energy. … Um…” Bowser looked down at his jeans with embarrassment. “In front of all these people… My turtle’s a little shy.”

“By that, he means his penis isn’t hard,” Nick said.

DK set Daisy on her feet. Daisy bit her lip and looked at the ring. Mario punched Luigi so hard in the head, that blood flew out Luigi’s opposite ear and his green cap fell off his head. Luigi spit a giant green fireball with some vomit at Mario and burned the short, hairy, fat plumber’s overalls to ash. Daisy said, “Maybe I could use a power up from the ring if I’m going to keep up with you big studs and then kill Peach. She got healed! Damn her for getting Yoshi first!”

“Have some serum and you’ll be confident,” Johnny said, offering Bowser a syringe of crystalline liquid from his pocket. Bowser took it and squirted the liquid into his mouth. Bowser’s bulge expanded. He roared and pumped his fists with renewed courage and lust.

“This is still kind of embarrassing,” Bowser said, stomping over towards Daisy.

“Do it under the ring,” DK suggested, walking over to Peach and Yoshi. Peach was on her hands and knees giving Yoshi oral. Her mouth was very full and it looked like she had chipmunk cheeks. DK tapped Peach on the shoulder, and she stood up and bent over to offer him her rear. DK entered her anus. He and Yoshi gave each high fives up top with both hands.

“The H Clap!” Nick said. “Classic!”

“Is that a STD?” Bowser asked, turning around. He had a hand over Daisy’s boob. “The H clap? Like a new form of the clap?! I thought the serum and healings kept everyone clean!”

“They do,” Johnny said. “Enjoy!”

“Yes!” Bowser said, grabbing Daisy up by one arm. He lifted the ring up and hid underneath it to fornicate with Daisy. Daisy crawled out from underneath.

The nude brunette’s blue eyes were wide. She said, “Help! Peach! He’s fucking me so hardcore!” Daisy grinned and added, “You’re jealous, right?!” Peach stopped sucking off Yoshi and giving him a blow job. Daisy looked to get dragged back under the ring by Bowser. Then Bowser crawled out from under the ring, looking to be in pain.

“She’s got her finger in my butt!” Bowser shouted. “She’s too kinky! I’m gonna blow! Help!” Daisy dragged Bowser back under the ring with a headlock. Bowser’s claws scraped the floor.

“Just go with it, bro,” DK said. “You’ll have more than one nut on serum anyway.”

Bowser didn’t last long. His pent up ejaculate shot the ring up into the air. Several fruits, mushrooms, flowers, and leaves fell off the canvas. Peach ran over to Daisy, wanting Bowser to herself now. She kicked Daisy in the chin and stood over the downed brunette triumphantly. The ring falling back down shadowed the faces of the princesses. DK got under the ring and caught it with one hand. He set it down to the side with a crash that finally made Mario and Luigi realize that their girls were doing it with other guys. Mario and Luigi were both bloody, burnt, and back to normal size.

“Damn you guys!” Mario said. “You’re going to be villains in all our games now!” Mario grabbed a power up and turned into the brown Tanooki so he could fly. Luigi grabbed a red and white fruit for the elephant powers and chowed down on it. Luigi began to enlarge, grow a trunk, and look like an elephant.

Mario flew over to Daisy and carried her up to the top of the arena. Daisy hit Mario at first, but then realized she was in danger. “Do what you want with her,” Luigi said.

“I’ll fuck her after she’s resurrected!” Mario said, throwing Daisy down nowhere near the stage and fighting ring from many stories high. The naked princess with brown hair screamed. There was no one to catch her. Yoshi and DK couldn’t get to the other end of the arena fast enough. Daisy hit some chairs and died on impact with a nasty clay-like splat. “Haha!” Mario said. “Peach and I win!”

Luigi strangled Peach with his elephant trunk. He tried to boink her from behind and didn’t know his own elephant strength. Peach fought Luigi off, but the elephant man’s trunk expanded and he shot a giant green fireball from the trunk as a projectile. The flaming green ball roasted Peach to death, spraying blood and charcoal and kept going. Yoshi lapped up the fireball with his tongue and spit it back out double strength up into the stands. Mario yelled in frustration and dismay as he was burned from the sky and killed as the fireball erupted like fireworks. Mario’s crispy corpse hit the ground near Bowser’s feet. Bowser looked super angry.

“You should’ve just let the ladies fight,” DK said, grabbing Luigi’s trunk and strangling him with it. DK lifted Luigi in the air, and slammed Luigi’s back onto his knee. CRACK! Luigi’s vertebrae broke and DK kept pushing down until the elephant man split into two bloody halves.

“Oh snap!” Nick said. “Both plumbers and princesses have been annihilated just like that!”

“I don’t think we can say anyone really won the fight,” DK said. “Mario and Luigi interfered, and it wasn’t like a straightforward tag team match. Let’s leave them out next time if we want to see Peach and Daisy go at it again.”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing action like this again,” Nick said. Bowser stomped on Mario and Luigi’s guts until there were seemingly no bones left of either. The Celebrity DeathMatch carnage had hitten its highest form possible.

“I should take my son and go home,” Bowser said.

“Party at Lake Spectre after this!” DK declared. Fans cheered. Some chicks flashed him.

“How are they so popular?” Nick asked.

“I would like that,” Bowser began, “to be part of a party with you guys again. Some Koopas and Goombas can hang out with Bowser Jr. a bit. I’ll join the party… if that’s ok.” Dk and Yoshi gave Bowser a thumbs up.

“Well, here from Shadow Arena, that’s good fight and good night,” Johnny said. “Happy Mario Day, but more for the supporting cast than for the princesses and brothers!”

 

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Shadow Enterprises Platform Peril Waifu Strip Fight Tournament Two: Round Three Fight Four

31. Kate Rosen vs 31. SJ

It was a sizzling hot day on Pongeo Island for the last Elite Eight matchup. The two topless boxers and massive underdogs in the tournament, Kate and SJ, had fought many times before with neither woman always winning. The German with short blonde hair, SJ, was ready to fight and holding a grudge. She danced around on the balls of her feet in her blue and white boots atop the blue fighting platform several stories above lake water. SJ wanted blood, and had made several requests for this fight, which Kate had accepted. SJ was a little shorter than Kate, but confident in her training, her abs, speed, strength, and ability to kill her rival.

“Wooeee!” RoboMic shouted from the commentators’ box. “Topless already! I love it! They both got some big ‘ole titties!”

“As you can see,” the Critic said, “there are ropes around the perimeter of the fighting platform so there will be no ring outs today. This will be a strictly boxing affair between the German and the Brit. The Shadow has taken the form of the British referee, Sophie, from Kate and SJ’s world and will stay in the ring the entire fight.”

The Shadow as Sophie was topless with short black hair and piercing eyes. She had huge melons and wore a black and white striped thong. The incredibly fit bodies, perfect tight asses, big breasts, and pretty faces of SJ and Kate had fans accepting their improbable runs in this tournament even though they weren’t dazzling anyone with super powers. They didn’t have any. The Shadow could project any image she wanted, and there was more to it than that, but for this story’s purpose, the Shadow looked just like Sophie. The Critic had a well trimmed beard and neat and lean appearance as opposed to the big fat slob with sunglasses, RoboMic. The Critic was British, and felt akin to Kate and Sophie from the alternate world.

There were three cruise ships docked underneath the fighting platform instead of the usual two with one for each fighter. Kate Rosen leaped onto the wooden dock with her gold and white boxing gloves tied and around her neck. They bounced atop her giant jugs. The fit bisexual brunette always had her brown hair in a ponytail. She often sported some insane six pack abs, but SJ’s belly was looking leaner and more fight ready on this blazing hot day. Kate’s bikini bottoms thong had gold straps and white cloth that got lost between her sinfully sexy buttocks. The gloves on her chest put extra heat there, getting perspiration puddles in her cleavage. Shadow Enterprises healings and technology could make a woman’s breasts a lot bigger, smaller, or different by choice, but Kate hadn’t been doing that. She was the perfect amount of busty and fit for the tastes of some with no abs on display yet. She thought her abs might show up when she got her gold mouthguard full of serum in it though from Sophie/the Shadow up in the ring. Kate also had been given a device that looked like a giant vacuum, the Shadow Enterprises Cosmetic Healing and Outfit Modulator (SECHAOM) which helped her change outfits and appearance with a scan of the machine over her body. Different looks and styles for Kate and SJ with this machine had already been posted as promos for the fight, but the babes looked great just the way they were.

“Don’t bother to bring that up here,” SJ shouted. The Shadow amplified SJ’s voice. “Even if you look different, I’ll still hate you and want to kill you!” Fans cheered. Kate rolled her eyes and handed the machine off to a burly healer named the Farmhand. The male model healers here were all very attractive, but something about the serum and Pongeo Island brought out the woman lover in Kate. Kate had been dating a short but tough anime looking guy with spiky green hair who boxed named Max, and she missed him, but she was hoping to have at least one fun Pongeo relationship and or hookup. She was interested in showing Max and Yumi this island too. Yumi was a red headed boxer, and sometimes Kate was a sucker for redheads.

The third cruise ship docked underneath the fighting platform had Tina, Honoka, and Hitomi on it. Tina wanted to fuse with SJ again, but the blonde boxer wasn’t having it. A fusion would give SJ/Tina the clear advantage as the overall strength increased with fusion. Kate had won the belt that SJ invented a few times and perhaps used it without SJ’s permission in fights SJ hadn’t okayed. Kate hadn’t thought it was that big of a deal, but SJ hated Kate now. The tension was thick. Kate had lost to SJ wearing this very outfit before in a belt match, and she certainly felt butterflies now. Tina and Honoka the pink haired gal were topless on the ship. Hitomi wore a pink bikini and pink headband. Kate waved to them and said, “Looking good, girls! Hitomi and Honoka, I see you two boxing at the gym all the time. Let’s workout together!”

“Let’s not,” Hitomi said. Kate puffed her cheeks. That was kind of rude. Honoka looked excited about it. All the DOA girls were crazy busty. Honoka was somehow bigger than Tina. Kate felt her own chest was OMG big like she was a DOA girl too.

“So cool you beat 18, Hitomi,” Kate said. “I’m all for SJ fusing with Tina to make this exciting! You wanna fuse with me, Hitomi?!” Honoka giggled and clapped. “We can stay fused for some… sexy celebration afterward too!”

“No, no!” Hitomi said, pulling Honoka away. “We’re doing so good! No cheating! It’s not ok… fusion and stuff! Fuck off, Kate, or I’ll kick your ass!”

Kate blushed and tried not to take it personally. Maybe Germans just didn’t like her. Kate wasn’t trying to cheat against SJ or anyone in a fight. Tina laughed and winked at Kate. Kate shook her head, put on her boxing gloves, and rode the red mini platform up to the fighting area. The fans seemed to like the idea of the fusion, but Kate assumed it wasn’t going to happen. SJ stared daggers at Kate. The Shadow as Sophie looked great. Kate ducked the ropes clumsily. Her big tits were split by the twine and the rope dug into her pussy as she’d made a fast and poor attempt to get through. SJ scrunched her nose in disgust.

“Kate boxes with a lot of power and corners people or knocks them against the ropes,” the Critic said, “so allowing the fighting area to be ringed in is perhaps a bad decision on her part, but SJ is fast and feisty. Fans certainly want to see a long, good fight.”

“I’ll punch her through or break the ropes,” Kate said, grinning.

“Some fantasy,” SJ said. “I hope seeing all this reminds you of the ratchet loser you are. Sophie walloped you and sat on your face.”

“And what a nice ass and body that was,” Kate said. “That was a good fight.” Kate hugged the Shadow/Sophie and said, “We’re both Brits. You can stay on the platform for any of my fights, Dr. Ribiero, looking like Sophie as you do now or the sexy Brazilian lady you are.” Kate kissed the Shadow on the lips. Fans cheered. Something felt off about the Shadow to Kate. SJ cleared her throat, stomped her foot, and slugged Kate in the back.

“Let’s get this fight started,” the Shadow said, holding out the two mouthguards with serum. The two busty babes touched gloves and then had to bend down to get the boxing guards in their mouths from Sophie’s hands. SJ bopped up into Kate’s chin. Serum and saliva went into the air, over the Shadow, and onto Kate’s bosoms. The mouthguard hit the mat. Kate sat down with her legs apart and showed great flexibility to lean down and get her mouth to the canvas to get the gold guard back in. Then Kate stood tall, sucking in what was left of the serum. SJ rammed her perky rack into Kate’s big mounds. “Did you get enough serum?” the Shadow asked. Kate shrugged and nodded. She felt her adrenaline and energy spiking. SJ’s abs stood out.

A bell rang to signal the start of the fight. Kate wasn’t used to that here. The blonde, SJ, started things off with a right hook to Kate’s belly. Kate backed up and blocked. Kate had a tendency to leave her abs and tummy open in the heat of the moment. It was better than getting your head knocked off most of the time, but you could be knocked out from several shots to the gut too. SJ’s blue and white gloves smacked into the leather of Kate’s gloves with serious force. Kate remembered accidentally punching Sophie in the chest in one of their fights. Seeing Sophie was a bit of a distraction. Kate’s body took a few glancing blows from SJ. Kate used her strength and length to land a big right handed jab to SJ’s jaw.

“Hug!” RoboMic suggested. “Titfight! Strip!”

Kate used her power to push SJ backwards. SJ blocked well. Sweat flew. Kate’s glove plowed into SJ’s abs. SJ grimaced and went for a big haymaker. Kate evaded. SJ’s glove went over Kate’s shoulder. Kate grinned and hooked a punch near SJ’s kidney. To be fair, Sophie had huge tits, and so did Kate. Kate wasn’t even upset when SJ bopped her fun bags. Kate rammed a glove into the side of SJ’s head. SJ’s back was at the ropes. The blonde babe arched her back. Then she raised her leg and blasted her blue and white boot into Kate’s pussy. Kate’s bikini bottoms formed a hot wet wedgie. Kate shoved SJ, but wanted to stay on the attack. She stepped right into a punch that nailed her in the eye. That was going to swell.

The brunette with the ponytail chewed her mouthguard to the side to be able to say, “Are we boxing or kickboxing?!” SJ glared. She punched Kate in the quad. Kate drilled SJ in the eye. SJ bounced off the ropes, ducked, covering her head, and sidled. She kicked Kate’s ankle. The topless brunette gave up her belly to guard high as she stumbled. Her abs clenched from the left right combo of punches. Kate slugged SJ in the flank, but her gold and white glove slid off the sweaty succulent body of the short haired blonde. Kate moved her mouthguard back in place with her tongue, thinking about the times she’d French kissed with the redhead, Yumi. This helped Kate get in a groove and duck low, avoiding a hook aimed at her eye. Kate felt SJ’s breath escape after landing a blow to the German’s tummy.

SJ cursed and clenched her teeth around the blue and white guard. She hugged the taller and slightly more powerful fighter in a clinch. The sun was blazing hot and the topless boxers were covered in sweat. SJ docked her perky mounds atop Kate’s rack as the brunette broke free of the hug. Kate was feeling hot in more ways than one. SJ kneed her rival in the crotch. In SJ’s mind, Kate was already the dirtiest traitor to take and fight with SJ’s property, and Kate was a nasty slut to boot! SJ expected a retaliation cuntbust, but it never came. She blocked a punch that Kate threw. SJ saw perspiration pooling Kate’s cleavage. She socked Kate in the underboobs. The brunette’s fun bags flopped up, flicking sweat into her eyes. SJ punched Kate’s blocking hands to the side. The lithe blonde girl didn’t pursue her faltering foe with her hands, but with her feet. SJ spun with an impressive and sexy kick showcasing her sculpted leg and tight buns. Her blue and white boot hit Kate in the eye that was trying to heal, splitting skin open. Kate kept that eye closed to allow the blood to seep down. SJ walloped Kate in the belly button. The fighter with the ponytail, hunched over, trying to keep her mouthguard in with her tongue. SJ cocked back her arm and delivered the KO punch to the jaw. The gold mouthpiece went out.

The busty model clad in gold bikini bottoms forgot there were ropes and just went with the momentum of the knockdown. She fell onto her side. Her big sweaty breasts left wet marks on the blue mat. Her abs, muscles, and buns were still tight. “She’s down!” RoboMic said. “Come on, SJ! We gotta have one blonde advance! Strip her! Kill her!”

The Shadow began a ten second count, “One. Two.”

Kate wriggled over to her mouthguard while still on her side, watching SJ pump her fists. Kate’s swollen and bloody eye was smearing liquids all over the mat. Kate sucked up her teeth protector, and reached out for the ropes. SJ snarled and kicked Kate in the ribs. This stopped the Shadow’s count. The taller fighter grimaced and flailed into the twine. She got her arms and elbows down to block the next kick aimed at her body. Kate sat against a turnbuckle pole, squinting as her thigh got stomped. SJ rammed her knees into Kate’s body. The babe with the ponytail took two patella strikes of breast punishment, cratering her massive tan mounds with the impact spots right on the nipples. Then SJ’s knees hit Kate in the neck and collar. Kate growled and forced herself to her feet, shoving SJ with all her might. The babe in the blue bikini bottoms went a little airborne from the gloves pushing up into her armpits. SJ landed.

This was the moment Kate was sure she had the boxing ability and strength to win. She knew that in a battle against Korra, the Avatar would likely have much better strength and duration. Kate could kick, do a little karate, and wrestle as well as any amateur, but she still felt that none of that was necessary. She closed in on SJ with surprising speed. Kate plowed her glove into SJ’s areola. SJ’s eyes watered. The blonde fired for Kate’s head, clipping the brunette’s ear. Kate clobbered SJ in the kidney with a left hook and felt spittle hit her hot body. SJ’s mouthguard was loose. SJ scrunched her nose, expecting a blow to the chin. Instead, Kate arched her swing up and around, plowing gold and white leather into SJ’s eye. SJ winced and caught Kate with a stinger directly to the nose. It hurt, but Kate stayed on the attack, burying her powerful right into SJ’s swelling eye. Now they could match squinting at one another.

SJ evaded Kate for a while, being light on her feet and making the heavier and more top heavy lass give chase. SJ used the ropes for extra speed and momentum. There were plenty of punches thrown and almost all of them blocked. RoboMic began to get restless and boo. “Fusion or strippy time now!” RoboMic said.

His loud projected comment made Kate lose her concentration for a moment, and that gave SJ the opening to rock Kate’s mandible. The big bruiser stumbled. She put her arms up and took some flank and belly abuse, getting impressive blind blocks with her elbows. The stomach damage still amounted and bruised. She couldn’t keep getting belted and buckled without dropping her guard. SJ tried to break Kate’s nose with an uppercut. She hit Kate’s face, but didn’t get the desired carnage. Kate nicked SJ across the cheek. SJ stomped Kate’s knee. The British model gnashed her chompers onto her retainer. Her huge melons dangled with her sexy body bent. SJ sprinted behind Kate and kicked her in the back. The Golden Tiger (Kate’s boxing nickname at one time) arched like she needed to leap. Her sweaty orbs protruded. She turned around to take a kick to the teat. Kate was sick of SJ kicking and aimed a punch for the blonde’s quad, even though that was too low to aim for boxing. Kate hit her mark, but so did SJ.

WHAM! A right hook knocked Kate’s gold mouthpiece loose. Blood and saliva dribbled from the plastic curled over her busted lips. Kate looked surprised and pissed off. She threw a jab. SJ leaned way back, using the ropes for support to dodge. Then SJ sprang into motion and delivered a haymaker to spray crimson. Fans cheered. Kate’s eyes rolled. Her legs went stiff and she toppled over, going down on her side, and then flopping onto her front. Drone cameras zoomed in on Kate quivering. She had a wedgie and her toned ass was partially raised as she tried to summon the will to get up. The Shadow as Sophie began another count, inching close and waving her arms. The topless image of the short black haired Brit Sophie that the Shadow showed was enticing, but most eyes were on the downed damsel. There was too much weight on Kate’s chest. Every angle of her was erotic. She couldn’t quite get to her knees, blinking and looking around for her mouthguard to no avail.

“SJ’s using some sense to not attack again right away,” the Critic said.

“Nine. … Ten!” The Shadow/Sophie said. “That’s one knockdown point for SJ!”

Kate got to her knees, feeling a bit upset. She gathered the mouthguard and put it in. Then SJ stomped on Kate’s spine, flattening her. The busty broad turned over. SJ stomped Kate in the face. Kate got her arms up. SJ kicked Kate in the back of the head. “I guess we’re not boxing at all anymore,” the Critic said. Kate squirmed and writhed, unfortunately leaving her face open to get stomped. The pretty woman held off screaming due to biting her mouthguard. The stomps tore skin, but the kicks really sent the scarlet flying.

Finally, Kate barreled her shoulder into SJ’s leg to try and get up. SJ wrapped her legs around Kate’s neck and dragged her to the ground as she sat. The blonde’s pert buns barely touched the mat as she went for a neck snapping headscissors. Kate choked and struck at SJ’s legs first. They were close to the ropes as Kate lost Oxygen. She punched the platform with both hands, and used her remaining ab strength to get her feet flat on the blue padded floor. Kate sort of placed and dropped SJ’s body up the rungs of ropes until Kate was fully able to stand. Kate jammed her arms down over the ropes. The twine burned and rubbed her sideboobs raw as she thrashed and tried to launch SJ over the top. SJ’s tailbone hit a turnbuckle twice. Her legs were sweaty and cramped. She unclenched her thighs. SJ hopped off Kate. SJ had a little room to land and not fall off. Kate turned around, not expecting SJ to be headed for the water, and that was a good thing. SJ pushed down on the top ropes and sprung over, trying to kick Kate in the face. Kate dove on the ground to avoid it. She rolled head over heels and popped back up to the balls of her feet.

“The action is heating up now,” RoboMic admitted. The fan volume indicated that too.

The short haired German tried to kick her foe. Kate parried and pushed SJ’s blue and white boot down. SJ aimed a right hook for Kate’s eye. The gloved glanced a cut on Kate’s cheek. Kate launched an uppercut that hit SJ’s throat and chin. SJ blinked, choked, and sputtered. She used the thumbs on her gloves to grab Kate’s head. She wanted to knee Kate in the face, but settled for the belly button. Kate dropped to a knee, barely keeping her mouthguard in. SJ nodded and looked down at her prey with tired glee. SJ wound up. Kate bolted up and rocketed an uppercut into SJ’s jaw. Kate twirled like a ballerina. SJ was completely blindsided and fell onto her ass with a short moment of unconsciousness. The Shadow/Sophie began a count. Kate winked and blew a kiss to her. The Shadow only got to five. SJ tried to kick out Kate’s ankle. Kate backed up and summoned SJ forward with her glove.

SJ rushed in. She threw a hammer punch at Kate’s eye. Kate deflected that and got the crown of her head clipped. Kate wasn’t sure how much serum there was or had been in her mouthguard, but she was in a flow state and accessing her best strength and overall ability now. Her next punch seemed too smooth like a stroke through water, but her glove dented SJ’s cheek and face. SJ flailed and tried to kick to no avail. That gave fans nice crotch shots though. SJ stepped forward, refusing to acknowledge the fact that Kate could be gaining momentum and wasn’t on her last gasp. Kate stepped forward to punch, drilling SJ in the jaw. Dark red plasma and a blue and white mouthguard shot out projectile fashion, slapping into the corner pole. SJ toppled over onto her side and then onto her front, presenting her glorious peach bottom in the sexy blue and white thong bottoms. Both chicks were so fit and tan.

“Can we turn the Shadow Metal on for Round Three?” Kate joked, trying to keep her mouthguard like a tongue, but she lost it laughing.

“Neither fighter has any powers,” The Shadow felt the need to explain, just in case. “Six. Seven.” The Shadow blushed due to the delay in the count, but SJ was not getting up before ten. She took a full thirty seconds before she even unclenched her ass.

“Yeah, something got stuck up there pretty tight,” Kate said. “I think we can still be friends after this though.” SJ groaned and shook her head. She motioned for the Shadow. The topless Brit in the zebra striped bottoms squatted to help SJ with her mouthguard. Kate said, “There’s gotta be someone out there who would fuse with me, if we want to do that. You know, SJ, I was never trying to take your property! I was trying to hype you and us! We’ve fought so much and it’s always a good match. Last time we fought in these outfits, I didn’t have the heart to get up and go for your belt again.”

“It’s obvious why no one will fuse with you,” SJ said. Then she sucked her mouthguard in. She glared at Kate. For many fighters, and especially Kate, digesting serum was slow. Kate had not gotten her serum boost quickly at all. Now that she had it, she looked like a way higher ranked fighter than SJ who had wasted lots of energy running around, evading, or being angry, etc. Both women were fit and had trained well, but both of Kate’s wins had been more impressive and more trying for her and her body. When she had healed, that all had helped her become stronger. SJ didn’t even try to kick at this point. She punched Kate right in the groin. Kate furrowed one brow. She punched SJ in the heart. SJ’s body looked to have a hiccup. Kate cornered SJ.

The topless blonde flinched like she thought she was going to be kicked. Kate kicked the ropes. SJ was hesitant to back into the ropes due to that. SJ threw a wild punch, blasting the side of one of Kate’s picture perfect hooters. Kate’s gold glove shimmered as it rocked SJ’s world, connecting with her temple. It was practically lights out for the blonde again. SJ tried to hug Kate and stomped her. Kate punched up into SJ’s chin. The blonde’s body straightened. Her picturesque form shivered in the moment of the KO. Kate landed a body blow to SJ’s spleen, and then powered both gloves into SJ’s shoulders. The blonde planned to bounce off and attack again, getting a final wind to go berserk — only the ropes broke from Kate’s power.

“F-FUCK!” SJ cried. “NOO!!” The blonde boxer fell backwards over the ledge. Kate winked, looking down at her losing rival. SJ threw several angry punches and kicks in the air as she fell like a spoiled child throwing a temper tantrum. She hit the water at a very awkward angle and hurt herself that way too.

Although SJ had originally planned on challenging that a ring out should not be a point in this match, when she tried to climb the ladder to get back to the dock, there was too much pain in her body. She’d thrown out her back. She was exhausted. She barely got up to the dock at all, and passed out. “SJ has no energy left,” the Critic said. “Kate Rosen advances to the semifinal!”

“You would like that, you limey bastard,” RoboMic said, pouting. “You’re British.”

The Critic changed the view of RoboMic’s phone from Healers attending to SJ to the zoom in shots of Kate’s tits. “You like Kate too,” the Critic said.

“O hells yeah!” RoboMic said. “Titties!”

“And now for a costume change!” Kate said, taking off her thong. RoboMic spilled his Mountain Dew, hooting and hollering happily. Kate had forgotten that she hadn’t brought the SECHAOM up to the mini platform, and was glad she hadn’t kicked her bottoms over the edge. In retrospect, a nude dive into the water might’ve been less humiliating than bending over to put her gold thong back on, but this certainly put mesmerized eyes on the bodacious brunette. Whether she was incredibly lucky due to the way the bracket shaped up alphabetically, or whether she was just really underranked, Kate had made it to the final four as rank 31; tied for last. It was an epic Cinderella story, but there was a tan buff Avatar ready to crush fairy tail dreams and to prove herself as a champ waiting next.

Kate hugged and kissed the Shadow, and felt like her mind was being tricked into thinking the Shadow felt normal and was a good kisser. Kate looked puzzled. The Shadow said, “I won’t fuse with you. I prefer fighters to be hands off with me.”

“Won’t happen again,” Kate said, wrapping up in a towel, but that was kind of a hollow statement. If she had the chance again with the Shadow not pretending to be someone else, now she really wanted to try it! There was so much interesting about Pongeo Island and Shadow Enterprises! The Healing liquids sprayed onto Kate by healers gave Kate the endurance to talk to fans after the match, DOA girls, and more. By the time she hit her hotel in Seacampus though, she was out like a light or a reveler who drank too much on St Patrick’s Day.

 

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Shadow Enterprises Platform Peril Waifu Strip Fight Tournament Two: Semifinal Match 2

2. Korra (Avatar the Last Airbender) vs 31. Kate Rosen

Instead of being fashionably late as usual, Kate was punctual and excited to fight. She carried the Shadow Enterprises Cosmetic Healings and Outfit Modulator (SECHAOM) over to the mini red platform from the dock and set the giant vacuum cleaner looking device down. Kate, a British babe with huge boobs, supplied the fans with what they wanted to see with her first outfit being topless. Her long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. She had those pinup model curves but also abs, biceps for punching, and developed quad muscles in her legs from dancing around as a boxer. The white thong bikini bottoms she wore accentuated her ass and tight buns.

“Wooee!” RoboMic called from the commentators’ table. “Kate Rosen has my weewee risin’! Go from bisexual to trisexual and let me fill all your holes!” The Critic cringed. He turned his bearded head to look at the Shadow, expecting the Shadow to mute RoboMic. RoboMic continued, “I’ve heard, once you go robot, you want some mo’bot! Wooeee!!”

“You’re not a third gender,” the Critic said. “Trisexual makes no sense. You are a man with synthetic and robotic body parts and enhancements that keep you alive.”

“Seeing these chesty broads fight and strip keeps me alive,” RoboMic said. He tried to speak aside, but his voice was still projected, “I hope Kate gets fuckin wrecked and murdered! Korra can earthbend herself a big ole dick for fuckin, and I can modify my manhood in real time too!”

“Don’t,” The Critic said. “You don’t need to say every lewd thought that pops into your head.” RoboMic disagreed vehemently.

Kate put on her white boxing gloves on and frowned. She couldn’t help but feel a little lonely. There were only two ships docked under the fighting platform. Kate had made some friends in a way here. She was friendly with the Fairy Tail girls and everyone, but Kate had no cheering section or main friends. Robin dating Ty Lee meant the One Piece girls were for the Avatar ladies advancing, and the Avatar girls were all rooting for Korra too, even though Korra’s grudges kept her and Asami away from the others. Even Lucy and the Fairy Tail girls thought Korra was going to win this fight, but Kate didn’t care. She aimed to get another upset win and meet Katara in the finals. Kate vs Katara had a nice ring to it. Kate was proud of how far she’d gone in this tournament.

By the time Korra got onto a mini-platform, the serum that Kate had injected was circulating well in her veins and making her abs and muscles stand out. Kate had been ogled by fans for several minutes as she threw punches in place, stretched, and posed. She was sexy and bewitching. Korra had also gotten the serum injected into her body, and she was fit and sculpted too. The dark skinned warrior woman wore her brown hair in a ponytail with long strands of hair at the sides of her bangs pulled into blue hair holders. The blue there and the dark blue of Korra’s pants brought out her blue eyes. She wore a fur skirt over her navy pants and a fur bra, showing off cleavage and ab muscles. Kate was attracted to every inch of Korra’s body, and for some reason, that fur top was an instant fetish. Kate imagined herself knocked out and cuddling between those big tan mounds with the soft fur covering.

Korra winced as she stepped onto the big blue circular fighting platform due to the powers blockers on full blast. Korra grinned and said, “My bending shouldn’t be working. I can feel the Shadow Metal stopping me, so that drool is all you!” Kate realized she was drooling past her mouthguard. Saliva dribbled onto her heaving chest. Kate tried to wipe it off with her gloves, but only made a more erotic show of things, touching her own tits. Korra walked right up to Kate and said, “Oh right. You’re the chick who does the topless boxing and you’ve got that machine that heals you.” Korra pulled Kate’s mouthguard out to inspect it for serum. Kate held out her white glove. Korra tossed the mouthguard over the edge.

“It’s mostly for costume changes,” Kate said. “It does a little healing. … Don’t say that like I’m some sort of cheater! I can get you gloves and a mouthguard too with it! We’re boxing first round, right? You said you were cool with that.”

“You don’t need those,” Korra said, pulling off one of Kate’s gloves. “You’re in the big leagues now, girl. No boxing gloves necessary.” Korra put her arms behind her back. Her chest protruded and pressed into Kate’s orbs and erect nipples. Korra unclasped the fur bra from behind and let it drop. Kate fumbled with the glove she was taking off, tripped on the glove on the ground, and almost fell over.

“Consider me charmed, aroused, and seduced,” Kate grumbled.

“You’re kinda cute,” Korra said with a new level of chill she hadn’t shown yet in this tournament. “Great body, like mine. I promised Asami I wouldn’t screw you. I mean, I’m going to fuck you up and maybe even kill you. I’m not going to hold back or be like Katara and act like it’s wrong to go all out.” Korra stepped out of her skirt, feeling much too warm. Kate fanned herself with a hand and nodded. “It’s gonna feel good knocking you out,” Korra added. She slugged Kate in the belly. Kate hadn’t been expecting to be hit without first touching gloves, a nod, or something. The Shadow’s hologram was off the platform, so technically it wasn’t an early hit or anything. Korra said, “You’re tough.” She plowed a right hook into Kate’s mouth. The bikini model stood her ground. “I’m gonna have to make you bleed and kill you to win. Why can’t Katara understand it’s just business?!” Korra gnashed her teeth and tried to grab Kate.

The British babe laced her fingers with the ebony skinned hottie to grapple. Kate said, “Just boxing, right?!” Korra kneed Kate in the crotch. She broke her hands free of Kate and popped the busty brunette in the fun bag.

“Whoops,” Korra said. “I meant that to be here.” Korra kneed Kate in the abs. Kate scrunched her nose. She threw a punch. She was surprised as Korra just stood there and took it. Korra’s head turned to the side and saliva flew. Korra’s brows furrowed. She rifled her knuckles into Kate’s kidney. Kate hunched and moaned. She didn’t try for a hug or clinch. Korra threw an uppercut. Kate leaned back to evade. Her mammary mounds took the beating. Kate buried a fist into Korra’s belly. The dark skinned bruiser winced and gasped, but did not really block. Kate socked Korra in the mouth, cutting Korra’s lips open.

“If you don’t need to block, neither do I!” Kate said, pummeling Korra in the kidney. Korra doubled over and punched into Kate’s fist. Korra ducked a little and took a punch to the side of the head. Korra plowed her fist into Kate’s navel. Kate winced, but wasn’t terribly hurt by that. She clocked Korra with a left hook. More crimson flew from Korra’s agape mouth. Kate crouched low to go for Korra’s sexy tummy. Korra turned her body, throwing a massive uppercut. Kate’s jab grazed Korra’s flank. Korra’s fist rattled Kate’s chin. Kate tried to keep her mouth shut. Her eyes glazed over. Korra punched Kate in the cheek. Kate yelped, gasped, and bled. She stumbled, but shook that off and stepped towards her adversary at the same time Korra stepped forward to throw a haymaker punch.

WHAM! WHAM!

Korra and Kate both connected with punches to each other’s cheeks at the same time. Blood and spittle flew. The topless brown skinned girl with the navy pants looked surprised as red ran down her chin. The bikini model’s ass cheeks clenched. Crimson slopped onto her bouncing rack. Kate tried to be light on her feet and evade Korra’s next attack, but knuckles smashed directly into Kate’s eye. Kate hit Korra in the ribs with a poorly aimed attack. The combatants with the bangin’ bodies would not relent. Right elbows swung back. Arms flung forward. They both gutted the other at the same. Their large breasts docked with Korra’s brown melons atop as Kate had bent lower quicker. Then their foreheads clonked. Kate clipped Korra’s temple with a punch. Korra threw a hard punch, but it hit Kate’s armpit and sideboob.

The juicy jugs on Korra’s beautifully feminine frame drew Kate’s eyes for a second. Korra boxed Kate in the belly. Kate squinted and kept upright to jab Korra in the nose. Korra returned a left hook, bloodying Kate’s schnoz. Kate bopped Korra in the belly button. Korra gasped and went on the defensive to block. Kate waited a moment as Korra shielded her stomach with her dangling breasts. Kate arched her attack and pounded Korra’s midsection hourglass curve. Korra hollered in pain. Kate hammered a hand down atop Korra’s head. Korra’s blue eyes jammed shut for a moment with tears puddling. Korra blindly punched Kate as hard as she could. The force of her blow cratered Kate’s tit. Kate blushed. The woman wearing the white thong barreled her boxing hand just below Korra’s ribs, tenderizing the tan torso meat there. Blood bubbled at Korra’s busted lips. Korra struck out, hitting Kate right in the pussy. Kate scrunched her nose and continued her blitzkrieg of blows to Korra’s belly. Kate’s abs looked more bruised and black and blue, but Korra quivered and fell to her knees.

The dark skinned bombshell in the blue pants folded and bent over, putting her chin into her own cleavage before toppling over. Kate marveled that Korra wore no panties. Some of Kate’s knuckles were split open. She could’ve tried to kill or injure Korra while she was down, but the boxer stepped back and allowed the Shadow to count. Kate’s adrenaline was high. She was at peak power. She felt so horny and excited as the count got higher. Korra twitched on her side, opened her eyes, and regained consciousness. She didn’t move enough before the Shadow counted to ten to stop the count. Kate nodded, realizing there was plenty of fight left.

“Kate goes up one to nothing with one knockdown,” the Shadow said. Fans sounded like they were going to raze the stadium. Kate as #31 was not supposed to beat the #2 Korra or even have it be a close fight. Korra got up, wincing, but not looking too nervous.

“You pack a punch, bitch,” Korra said. “With some blocking, kicking, and bending, you’ve got no chance against me.” Kate thought about just trying to tackle Korra off the edge for round two, but bit her lip, wondering if Korra could and would still bend. Kate went to the red mini-platform and bent over to pick up the SECHOAM. “Oh, hell no!” Korra said. “You think you’re going to heal yourself, now! I’ll KILL YOU!”

“Just an outfit change!” Kate said. “You can do one too!” Kate scanned herself with the device. Her curvy form looked black like a hologram how Shadow Ribeiro always looked. Then Kate did look to have her stomach and mouth slightly healed with no blood or bruises apparent. She also looked like a different woman with her brown hair still in a ponytail. Kate looked a little more Asian and had gotten the cosmetic healing to make herself look a bit like Mai Shiranui again. Kate’s bikini was blue with white straps, and as she pulled at the top, her nipples poked through. She tore that off, winked, and handed Korra the SECHOAM.

“Alright then,” Korra said, using the red laser to scan herself. The topless Avatar looked fresh, fit, and fully clothed once she stopped appearing translucent. Korra’s abs were still on display in a little sleeveless light blue tank top. She had a fur skirt again and blue arm and wristbands as accessories. “I wanted to obliterate that King of Fighters sow, Mai Shiranui, too, and now you look like her. Perfect!” Korra threw the SECHAOM back into Kate’s belly. Kate set the machine down on the mini-platform and stepped back onto the main fighting area with Korra. There were visible sparks around Korra’s body as she peeled off her top. Kate couldn’t resist cupping Korra’s breasts and feeling them with the titty drop. “Oh, I feel GREAT!” Korra roared. Her blue eyes lit up and shined white. She lifted Kate under the armpits and tossed the topless bikini model towards the center of the blue platform.

“I think the SECHAOM just broke Korra,” the Critic said. “Her power may now be untapped and unrestricted by the Shadow Metal.” Korra touched her thighs. Her fingers sparked. She shot bolts of electricity like fine lasers to cut her pants. Korra ripped off her drawers like Johnny Knoxville going Party Boy stripping his 90’s snap off pants. Korra’s entire tan body clenched and showed large gleaming muscles where it should. Kate’s jaw hung open, looking at the nude brunette. Korra’s dark skinned body with an eight pack, massive breasts, big blue eyes, and shaved pussy on display had Kate self-conscious about herself. Kate felt a cool breeze as the wind and heat of the summer island air pulled itself towards Korra. Korra was a ball of sweat with lightning energy dancing around her nude body.

“You’re in trouble now,” Korra said, winking at Kate and pounding a fist into her palm. Kate stepped forward to throw a punch. Korra parried it with a sizzle and flashing lights. The exhibitionist elbowed her enemy in the eye and then kicked Kate in the kidney. The topless bikini model doubled over. “My turn,” Korra said, fluffing Kate’s hooters. Korra left indentations in sideboob meat, squeezing Kate’s breasts. She scraped her nails into the flesh and fondled the large bosoms. Kate blushed, enjoying the scintillating touch to a degree. The panting gal with the ponytail, Kate, wrapped her arms around Korra for a sexy clinch. Korra amped up her electric aura, zapping Kate. The babe in the blue swimsuit bottoms yelped and drooled. Her ass cheeks clenched, her black hair frizzed a bit, and smoke wafted off her scorched pink flesh.

The Avatar folded her arms and laughed as her opponent trembled. Korra purposefully made some electricity tickle Kate’s cooter with bending. Kate put her hands between her legs looking like she was repressing an orgasm. Kate’s tongue hung out. “Let the sexy slaughter begin!” RoboMic called from the commentators' booth. Fans cheered.

“I guess I can’t tackle her off the edge now,” Kate grumbled to herself. She sidled Korra, hoping the ebony skinned brawler was slower with all her muscular bulk. Kate struck Korra’s collar. It was a good enough hit to make Korra wince, but not good enough. You can’t just learn chi blocking and execute it to perfection after a few training sessions. Kate knew this was true, but this was all she had left to try and win. She aimed for a torso pressure point and Korra grabbed Kate’s wrist. Korra twisted Kate’s arm. Kate yowled in agony and got stomped in the vertebrae. Kate’s big breasts looked hard and firm as the blow to the back made her front jump. Korra kicked Kate in the armpit and spun her around while zapping her too.

“I can electrocute people too!” RoboMic said. “So hot! I wanna play too!” The Critic was going to say how no one wanted to see RoboMic ‘play’, but people and fans had paid and wanted to see RoboMic having sex with losing women fighters in humiliation sexfights where the loser was killed. The Critic shook his head at RoboMic, sensing Kate’s end was near.

“I HATE that Ty Lee taught all these people chi blocking,” Korra said, “and that you think you can use it to beat me!”

“Nah, I just wanted to see you at your best,” Kate lied on the spot. “I know the chi blocking is no good. I can’t beat you with it.” Kate thought she might still try chi blocking if there was an opening for it. Korra seemed to calm down and nod. Korra cocked back a punch. Her fist began to spark and shoot off blue lightning bolts. Kate’s feet slid her towards Korra as if she were being pulled by magnets. Kate put her hands up to block her face.

“Lightning Punch!” Korra said. She slugged Kate in the tummy. Kate buckled. Korra released serious voltage into Kate’s body at her abs. Kate’s entire sexy frame shook. She couldn’t scream, but she exhaled black smoke, shivering. Then Korra delivered a lightning punch to Kate’s jaw. Scarlet sprayed from the British damsel’s mouth. Kate went down, looking pale and Asian, as well as abused and a ryona victim.

“Now it’s you that packs the punch,” Kate said, trying to stay in good spirits as she shook off the daze and the pounding headache. Her legs quivered as she tried to stand. Korra put her arms behind her head. Kate socked Korra’s abs and knew that the punch had done nothing. The temperature all over was dropping drastically. Kate put her arms around her own body for warmth. Her boobs were normally super hot and sweltering, and she yearned for that heat now. Ice grew around Korra’s fist.

“Waterbending Ice Punch!” Korra called out, making her entire arm flow with freezing H2O. Kate couldn’t get her arms up fast enough. Another blood splattering punch hit Kate’s face and knocked Kate onto her ass. Korra dropped a knee across Kate’s lap and forced a wintry breeze from her hand into Kate’s bloody mug. Kate’s spilled blood hardened and crystallized. She coughed and spit up ice chunks. “I guess I’ll have some chilled milk with my kill,” Korra said, pinching Kate’s hard teats. “I’ll milk you dry!” Korra plowed her icy fist into Kate’s boob. The fatty tissue didn’t mold or reshape well. It bruised immediately. Kate said, ‘ow’ in a low voice.

The naked physical specimen of power and sexuality, Korra, picked up Kate by the hair. She slammed an arm across Kate’s chest. The bikini model’s big bosoms shook. Korra began to warm up and the ice on her arms melted. She lifted Kate over her shoulder like a rag doll. Korra spanked Kate’s ass, and pulled on the blue bikini bottoms, toying with her spent opponent. Korra gave Kate a wedgie and flashed her full crack and vagina, messing with the swimsuit bottoms. Then Korra causally tore the bottoms off. She dumped Kate onto her head and shoulders. The padded blue mat was still a hard landing for the now nude brunette boxer. Drone cameras showed closeups of Kate’s shaved pussy before her legs and lower body went down too. Korra licked her lips, but then reeled in her naughty nature for Asami. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” RoboMic shouted. “Pound her pussy and fuck her, but don’t kill her yet! One more costume change!”

Korra stood over Kate. She said, “I’ve got two more attacks for you.” Korra kicked one of Kate’s milky bosoms. Kate’s rack was looking engorged. Kate touched her tormented tits and found herself being lifted to her feet by the ponytail again. Korra said, “ROCK Punch!” She used earthbending to make her fist like a rock and walloped Kate in the face. Kate’s nose and jaw broke on impact. Korra used earthbending to get mud from the lake and dry it up Kate’s thighs, trapping the punch drunk and knocked out damsel in place. Kate’s body wobbled. She likely would’ve been knocked over the edge from the Rock Punch. Her pretty face looked gruesome, taking her energy in the way of healing to look pretty again. “And for the Avatar Master of Four Elements Finale,” Korra shouted, waving her arms and generating bright red embers atop her skin: “FIRE PUNCH!”

The Avatar’s feet burned the blue padded mat as she was on fire. Her flaming fist hit Kate’s face. The earthbending mud up Kate’s legs melted. The nude boxer who looked pretty Asian still, hit the fighting area after falling down hard. Her body gave off smoke. Her face had been badly burnt. She’d nearly been killed. Blood was everywhere. Korra stomped on Kate’s boob, temporarily forgetting about her mission to milk the defeated maiden. Kate convulsed and put her arms over her head. “Kate’s energy is dangerously low,” the Critic said. Fans didn’t care. They egged Korra on to get the kill now, but Korra stepped back and let the Shadow count. The Shadow counted towards ten at an even pace.

“Maybe I ought to throw her in the water to cool those burns,” Korra said. “Those are wicked burns. I’m the burn master! I humiliate all these bitches who think they can fight the Avatar!”

“That’s a knockdown point for Korra,” the Shadow said. “This match is tied at one!”

Korra looked buff, naked, and hot, flexing her biceps and gloating about her victory round. She was sure she was going to win the match at this point. When the nude pale skinned fighter regained consciousness, she crawled over to the mini-platform. Kate immediately scanned herself with the Shadow Enterprises Cosmetic Healings and Outfit Modulator. The machine used a little more healing energy than Kate expected to fully heal her burns and the worst of her injuries from the brutal elemental second round. Kate looked like a European woman again with a great big bust uncovered and a red thong. Her brown hair was still in a ponytail. She tossed the SECHAOM to Korra. Korra caught the heavy device with no issues and scanned herself. Korra took the last of the healing energies in the device on purpose and now had on blue pants again. Korra didn’t bother with a top or any additional accessories.

“Time to put you out of your misery,” Korra said, beckoning Kate with a hand. Kate tried to smile and shake her head, but she was mad. She wanted to win, but she wasn’t sure how. She barged in, aggressive as a boxer. Her first punch knocked Korra’s blocking hands back. Korra didn’t seem to be accessing her bending right now. Kate’s face showed her excitement for one second. Then Korra punted Kate between the legs.

The babe in the red thong hunched over, holding her aching loins. “Am I making you wet?” Korra asked, manhandling Kate’s tits. Kate replied simply, ‘yes!’ Kate socked Korra in the abs. Korra had put an earthbending shield on her tummy. Kate’s knuckles split open. Korra hammered the side of Kate’s tits. Then Korra froze her forehead to bash her skull into Kate’s head and face. Kate’s nose had healed slightly from being broken before, but was now a bloody mess again. Kate flinched and staggered. Korra used Kate’s breasts like boxing bags. The speedy and precise attacks to Kate’s chest tore the areola and elicited lactation dribble. Kate stood there and took the breast punishment. She tried to trip Korra and tackle her. It was like hitting a brick wall. They were still in the center of the fighting area.

“You’re too much for me,” Kate gasped, hiding her head between Korra’s inviting melons. With electricity surging at her fingertips and the access to all elements in her arsenal, Korra pounded Kate’s tummy for retribution since Kate had KO’ed Korra with belly busting punches back in Round One. Kate coughed up blood onto Korra’s chest and body. Korra did not take any mercy on Kate’s body or abused breasts. The Avatar looked like she wanted to pop Kate’s tits or pound them flat. Korra hadn’t realized how much milk had already sprayed from Kate’s bosoms. Korra either held Kate’s hair or shoulder as she continued to pummel the topless bikini model’s torso. There was blood all around Kate’s nipples by the time Korra was done throttling her. Korra pushed over Kate who had been ready to drop several moments ago. Kate tried to put her hand up to shield her milked teats, but Korra stomped Kate’s hand and broke some fingers that way. Kate howled in pain.

“This is over,” the Critic said. “We will get the all Avatar final between Katara and Korra.”

“Pathetic,” Korra said, standing over Kate and shadowing her. The dark skinned sadist stomped Kate’s chest and then posed with a bicep flex and her foot between Kate’s sagging mounds. “It’s not hard for me to resist her,” Korra lied, looking away from the sexy defeated woman. “See Asami, and everyone! I’m the Avatar! I have complete balance and control!” Korra grit her teeth, losing control a bit, and stomped Kate’s stomach. Korra was not satisfied with Kate sitting up in agony. Korra mashed her heel into Kate’s guts several times until the writhing loser spit up copious amounts of blood. Kate shivered and barely held onto life. Korra sat down behind Kate and draped her thick thighs around the weak loser’s brittle neck.

“Headscissors for the kill!” RoboMic said. Korra clenched her thighs tighter. Kate’s pale neck elongated. Her arms fell limp to the mat after getting raised for a moment. Korra thought she saw a thumbs up from Kate on the hand that hadn’t been mauled and broken. Korra shook her head. She released the death grip on Kate’s neck.

“I don’t hate her that much,” Korra said, getting up. “I shouldn’t hate anyone like that. … Katara is doing this to me and trying to get in my head! I’ll prove that I’m a real female protagonist and the destined champ of this tournament! I’m way better than dumb old Katara!!”

The Shadow began a ten second count. Kate grumbled, “Don’t bother,” and passed out before the Shadow got to seven. Korra was declared the winner, and healers came to give Kate medical attention immediately. Korra had shown great progress to not kill Kate, but Korra was still mad at Katara and wanting revenge. Korra’s anger was misplaced, but serum did make the fighters dislike each other and bring out animal animosity in them.

“One fight to go,” the Shadow said, “and Plue and Lucy’s bracket remains perfect! We won’t give you the spoiler and Plue’s choice. Who knows what will happen in the final?! You’ll have to see it to believe it!” Fans cheered. “And how about Kate and Hitomi making it this far?!” The crowd applauded for the losing semifinalists. Kate and Hitomi were both very popular. Kate waved as she was carted off on a stretcher, still playing to the fans. Kate still had some time to make friends on Pongeo Island and maybe have a hot hookup. Katara would be training up until the final. Korra felt like she had the championship in the bag now. She and Katara could both bend with the Shadow Metal on. They didn’t even have to smoke serum. They were truly the top two, and Korra was #1!

 

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8. Katara (Avatar the Last Airbender) vs 14. Hitomi Buchfink (Dead or Alive)

There were no hard feelings where Ty Lee teaching Hitomi chi blocking was concerned. Ty Lee was still on the Avatar and friends boat with the Thousand Sunny #2 and Robin docked next to it. The two of them, the One Piece waifus, Suki, and Toph all cheered for Katara. The waterbender with dark skin and long brown hair wore a blue dress with white lining and white bikini bottoms. The side cuts in the skirt made it look almost like a loincloth. Down from the blue Water Nation choker necklace around Katara’s neck was some nice cleavage. Katara smiled and waved to her friends. She rode the purple mini platform which rose at an angle from underneath the big blue fighting platform. The violet crystals of Shadow Metal clustered underneath the fighting platform were glowing, but Katara barely felt a pulse from them. They were on full blast, but Katara could still bend with ease.

It was a little colder on the coast than normal for the first Final Four fight. Hitomi, the brunette karate master, wore a green tank top, jeans, and black and red fingerless gloves. Despite the breast reduction healing from the company and wearing no bra, Hitomi still looked busty. Short blonde haired DOA American, Tina, smacked Hitomi on the ass to wish her encouragement. Hitomi’s pink haired girlfriend, Honoka, gave Hitomi a kiss on the lips. Tina was in an iconic DOA fighting outfit like Hitomi. Tina wore jeans and an America colored bra. Honoka wore daisy dukes and a pink tube top, showing off her tits. Honoka groped Hitomi and used some tongue for the passionate kiss. Ty Lee kissed Robin. Their bikini bodies in the embrace drew as many views as Honoka and Hitomi from drone cameras and fans. Hitomi hugged her lover and then separated. She ran to the dock to the red mini platform. She bowed and nodded to Ty Lee and said, “Thank you for teaching me what you could.” Ty Lee nodded and smiled.

Atop the platform, Shadow Ribiero looked like a sexy Brazilian woman hologram in Capoeira pants and a crisscrossing bra top. She explained the rules of the tournament as the two blue eyed brunettes eyed one another. The Shadow disappeared and it was time to fight. Fans cheered. Both broads clenched their fists. The fat cyborg commentator RoboMic said from the balcony box in the stands, “How do I get in a party boat with all the ladies? I can perform healing duties like the male models. … I know everyone loves my commentary, because I keep it real, but all the big titty bitches and blondes are out!”

“No one would mind you being out of the commentary,” the Critic said. “All of our remaining fighters have very large chests.”

“I guess this is my only chance to try and talk you into not using your powers to beat me,” Hitomi said. “With the Shadow Metal stopping her from bending or going into the Avatar State, I can beat Korra.”

“She may be able to use lightning and still access her powers too,” Katara said. “I aim to make sure that Korra knows what it’s like to lose and be humbled. There is no balance and too much malice in the way she’s been winning and behaving. She forbade Asami from coming here to cheer me on. We should be rooting for each other, and I will be rooting for her to advance, so that she can lose to me.”

“Then I’m going to have to block your chi and kick your ass!” Hitomi said. “I apologize in advance if I accidentally kill you trying.”

“You can’t summon that much power that quickly,” Katara said, swirling her hands around.

“What are you doing?” Hitomi asked. She didn’t really see anything or feel any different. Helena had warned Hitomi that Katara could bend the blood in your veins and swing you like a puppet. Helena was still pouting after her loss to Katara and not present for this afternoon’s bout.

“You’re going to try and win with power,” Katara said. “My initial strategies will be much more defensive. I’m not here to draw blood.”

The German karateka nodded and made the first move. Her body moved through thick dense air. It felt like she got hit with water balloons. Katara had moved tons of water into the air near Hitomi to slow her down. The babe in the jeans was drenched and slow to throw punches and kicks now. Katara easily evaded and tripped Hitomi. Katara avoided the water pockets in the air she had created and shoved Hitomi over. Hitomi could barely get her arms out to catch her fall as they went through water first. Katara sat on Hitomi’s back. Her rival groaned. Katara saw pink thong straps sticking out from Hitomi’s drooped low rise jeans. Katara resisted the urge to spank that peach bottom. Hitomi’s breasts billowed out from underneath her. She elbowed Katara in the ribs. Katara got up, waving her hands, and not caring if she brought herself into water clouds too.

“It’s like I’m fighting in water,” Hitomi said, ringing the bottom of her shirt. Hitomi’s abs clenched. Tons of water hit the padded blue mat. Hitomi’s shirt clung to her curves. She threw a punch. Katara blocked. Katara backed towards the edge of the ring. Hitomi stopped and waited. Katara came forward and Hitomi launched several punches and kicks. Katara blocked. The best Hitomi did was graze Katara’s head and body. She hadn’t tried chi blocking at all yet, but it looked like Katara was going to. Katara poked Hitomi in the armpit and then the collar. Hitomi winced. Finally, Hitomi landed a punch. She clipped Katara’s jaw. Katara looked surprised and drenched in liquid herself. Her dress looked see through and very sexy.

“Not bad,” Katara said, dodging Hitomi’s kick. Hitomi advanced. Katara used her powers to make Hitomi really sweat. She bent that water up off the DOA damsel’s cleavage to get in her eyes. Katara sidled behind Hitomi and kicked her calf. Hitomi wasn’t sure where she was in relation to the edge, so she dropped to her knees. Katara gave Hitomi a shove. She mounted her adversary, riding her like a pony. Katara moved her hands to make sweat follow her lead. Perspiration flowed up into Hitomi’s nose and mouth. The video game babe choked on sweat and writhed. Katara didn’t realize this move would be so effective, and felt guilty about drowning Hitomi in her own bodily liquids. Hitomi flailed. As she got up, Katara kneed Hitomi. Katara’s patella slammed into Hitomi’s ear and jaw. The sweaty underdog fell onto her back, wincing. As Hitomi began to get up, Katara hit her with several wet clouds. Hitomi was pushed back with force and knocked flat down; spread eagle. She gasped for breath. Her chest heaved.

“Katara is way too powerful,” the Critic said. “She’s not even trying to hurt her.”

“BOO!” RoboMic said. “Strip! Kill! Make it exciting!!”

“I’m fucking drenched anyway,” Hitomi said, getting up. She pulled her top off over her head. Fans cheered. The wet titty drop looked great. Hitomi pitched her shirt at Katara to see where she might be slowed. Hitomi thought she could see the watery air now. She slunk to the side, darted up, and hit Katara in the flank with a karate strike. Katara gritted her teeth and returned fire. Her hand hit the topless model just underneath the ribs. Hitomi threw a punch. Katara ducked it. She kicked Hitomi’s knee, snared her rival’s wrist, pulled, and clotheslined the karateka. Hitomi went down again. Her jugs jiggled and her arm was over the edge.

Katara took a step away from Hitomi towards the center of the fighting area. She wasn’t one to kick an opponent while she was down. Hitomi did a sit up and tackled Katara at the legs. The topless fighter crawled over top of her enemy. Hitomi threw a punch for Katara’s face. Katara blocked. Hitomi tangled her legs around Katara’s thigh. The bisexual brunette pushed her hands into Katara’s blue dress. Hitomi revealed Katara’s matronly hooters, squeezing them. Katara attacked Hitomi’s hands. The chick in the jeans descended, crashing her naked rack against Katara’s perky melons. “You can’t block my chi this close,” Katara said, grabbing Hitomi’s hair and forcing the German gal’s face into Katara’s brown cleavage mounds. Hitomi’s strength faded as she couldn’t breathe. She tongued Katara’s nipples. Katara struck a nerve in Hitomi’s neck. Hitomi rolled off Katara. Hitomi’s milky white breasts were sopping wet. Katara got to her feet and tried to cover up. Her dress was ripped too much. She wasn’t going to get the fabric back over her bosoms.

“I wanna wrestle anyway!” Hitomi said, crawling on her knees after Katara. Katara aimed a strike behind Hitomi’s ear. Hitomi blocked, assuming correctly that Katara wouldn’t kick her. Hitomi socked Katara in the stomach. The dark skinned beauty buckled. Hitomi hopped up to the balls of her feet and jammed her fingers into a shoulder pressure point where Katara’s dress was falling off. Katara swung her head forward, clonking her forehead into Hitomi’s nose. Blood slopped onto Hitomi’s cleavage. Hitomi punched Katara’s torso. The water tribe warrior kicked Hitomi in the ribs. She punched the topless girl in the grill with her right hand balled in a fist and then sank her left handed knuckles into Hitomi’s abs. Hitomi gasped and backed up. She nodded and said, “Let’s do this! No water bending and stuff!”

Katara shook her head and walked towards the center of the ring. Hitomi dove at Katara to tackle her. Her fingers went over Katara’s thigh. Katara’s knee went between Hitomi’s big tits. Hitomi put her head against Katara’s crotch. Her hands went up Katara’s legs in an erotic fashion. Hitomi cupped Katara’s ass and swatted the tight buns. Katara dropped an elbow into Hitomi’s neck. Hitomi yelped and yanked down on Katara’s white bikini bottoms, depansting the tan model. Katara’s blue eyes opened wide. She stepped out of her bottoms to not ruin them and watched as Hitomi sniffed them.

“This is too embarrassing!” Katara yelled. Hitomi threw her body at Katara’s ankles. Katara fell onto her butt with her legs open. Hitomi did a push up.

“This is awesome!” RoboMic said.

Some fans feared that Katara would get really angry with how much she was sexualized and the compromising position she was in. Her shaved crotch could be seen by all and Hitomi had a perfect up close and personal view of it. Katara tried to bring her legs together. Her knees hit Hitomi’s temples. Hitomi grabbed Katara’s legs. Katara laced her fingers and hammered her hands together atop Hitomi’s head. The bisexually inclined lass went down. Her nose was at Katara’s cooter. Hitomi slid on sweat forward and put her mouth and lips to Katara’s private area. Katara blushed and clamped her legs closed. Hitomi could barely breathe.

“You asked for this!” Katara said, using bloodbending to wrench Hitomi’s arms backwards. Katara used her powers to contort Hitomi’s body and to stop the cunnilingus. Katara didn’t viciously bloodbend. She allowed Hitomi to use her arms and legs again quickly, and Hitomi snatched Katara's dress. Katara got up, bent over, grabbed Hitomi’s jeans waistband and slid Hitomi towards the edge. Katara made a waterbending slide of sweat and moisture to ramp Hitomi off the edge on her front. Hitomi managed to tear off Katara’s dress, but went soaring into the man-made lake.

“Katara goes up one to nothing!” the Shadow said.

 

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As if Katara hadn’t made things hard enough for Hitomi in the first round, Hitomi’s jeans were soaking wet now. That was going to be extra weight on her legs. She wore pink panties underneath, but after stripping Katara down to white bikini bottoms, Hitomi hoped that Katara might waste some time and energy trying to strip Hitomi. The tournament was on the line for the DOA fighter down 0-1 in the match. She swam in the lake water to the ladder at the dock. She climbed up with good energy and ran the wooden dock to the red mini platform. Hitomi tried to think of fighting strategies in her head as she ascended. She also thought of her nose in Katara’s coochie. That had been pretty nice and erotic.

The waterbending gal stood with her arms folded over her big naked breasts, waiting. Katara had curves for days, yet she still looked lean and fit. Hitomi stepped onto the blue circular fighting platform, clenched her fists and said, “Are you scared to fight me without powers?!”

“Of course not,” Katara said.

The topless hotties circled one another. Neither one of them was good enough at chi blocking to incapacitate the other one. Hitomi charged in, relieved to not feel any clouds of thick watery air slowing her down. She elbowed Katara in the quad. The topless bikini model meant to hit her rival in the neck, but her hand slammed into Hitomi’s sideboob. The German in the jeans hugged her busty adversary. She raised her knee up into Katara’s belly. Katara swallowed hard. The blue eyed babe with dark skin grabbed Hitomi’s hair and slung her bicep around Hitomi’s neck. Trying to choke her. Katara was not skilled at this sort of thing. Her submission move was easily evaded by Hitomi, who kicked Katara in the back of the knee.

As soon as Katara fell to her knees, Hitomi tried to tackle her from behind. Katara was on her hands and knees with her big boobs dangling. Hitomi shifted her grip from Katara’s belly to grope Katara’s breasts. Katara yelped and elbowed Hitomi in the face, knocking her off. Katara and Hitomi both got up quickly. Hitomi jumped, spun, and kicked Katara’s blocking hands to the side. Hitomi rocked back and delivered a monster of a jab to Katara’s belly. Katara buckled and staggered. Hitomi grabbed Katara’s head and hair. Katara grabbed Hitomi’s midsection. She didn’t mean to, but she accidentally bent the water in Hitomi’s stomach, giving the karateka intense stomach pain. Hitomi doubled over.

“That was an accident, I swear,” Katara said. “I’ll give you one free hit.” Katara put her arms behind her head. Hitomi didn’t even ogle Katara in this sexy pose. The bisexual brunette clenched her teeth and kicked Katara right in the chin. The chick in the white bikini bottoms fell onto her ass. Katara was getting near the ring edge. Hitomi stomped Katara’s leg and grabbed her hair. She pulled Katara up and clotheslined Katara back to the mat. Hitomi stomped on Katara’s boob. Fans cheered.

“I gotta beat you!” Hitomi said, reaching down to grab Katara’s hair again. Hitomi imagined winning serum rewards and vacationing to Pongeo Island with her current girlfriend Honoka to keep their relationship alive after the tournament was over. Katara attacked Hitomi’s arm and grabbed the waistband of Hitomi’s jeans. She slung Hitomi. Hitomi’s feet skidded on the blue padded mat. Hitomi’s back was to the edge.

Katara sprung up. She tasted blood on her lips. She kicked Hitomi in the side of the calf. With Hitomi a little off balance, Katara ducked low and charged. She rammed her shoulder into Hitomi’s abs and left her feet. It was a beautiful form tackle. Hitomi reached for the ledge, leaning forward and into Katara’s massive bust. She missed and couldn’t grab anything. They both fell.

“Good strategy from Katara to seal the deal and the win,” the Critic said.

The two topless waifu women hit the water still wrestling and holding onto one another. They went under and surfaced. Hitomi grabbed Katara’s hair and dunked her under. Katara was a waterbender and not going to take that. The lake water moved so that Hitomi dropped to the bottom. Katara brought up a tsunami of a wave and crashed it into Hitomi. Hitomi shot out at an angle, struggling to kick her feet, paddle, and wave her arms to get back to the surface. Hitomi choked and spit up water, gasping for breath. She climbed up onto the wooden dock and lied on her side in exhaustion and defeat. Katara stood at the ladder, pumping her fists in victory.

“No deaths, and not much full nudity,” RoboMic said. “I liked Hitomi’s nose between Katara’s legs in Round One. I suppose this fight was alright.”

“Katara wins 2-1 and advances to the final!” the Shadow announced. The Thousand Sunny #2 and the stadium rocked with cheers. Even Tina and Honoka applauded for Katara. Hitomi shook her head, got up, and shook Katara’s hand.

“Win it all,” Hitomi said.

“I intend to,” Katara said, nodding and locking blue eyes with the woman she’d just beaten.

 

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Shadow Enterprises Platform Peril Waifu Strip Fight Tournament Two: Final!

8. Katara (Avatar the Last Airbender) vs 2. Korra (Avatar the Last Airbender)

No one expected Katara and Korra to ride to the fighting area on Lake Spectre in the same mini cruise ship. Korra was still very mad at Katara. The dark skinned Avatar and female master of all four elements (and some lightning now too), held her girlfriend Asami’s hand and kissed her lips for encouragement before the final fight. Korra reigned in her electricity with the serum coursing through her veins. She didn’t want to shock her lover. Korra looked lean, mean, sexy, and ready to fight. Her black hair was in a ponytail with strands in blue hair ties near her ears in her usual long hairstyle. Korra wore no top, a fleece fur pelt, and a black thong. The fur went over her thighs, but didn’t come together to cover her private area. Korra thought Asami looked amazing in a black one piece swimsuit. As Korra headed for the dock, Asami kept her hand.

“We need to all talk before the fight,” Asami demanded. Korra gnashed her teeth. She noticed that her rival, Katara, wore a blue one piece swimsuit. Katara and Asami dressing similarly was infuriating. Katara’s brown hair hung straight down. She wore a blue Water Tribe choker necklace and her irises were a bright blue compared to Korra’s dark eyes. Korra’s skin even looked a shade darker than Katara’s. Katara stood on the dock and bowed to Korra. Korra saw the Thousand Sunny #2 rocking up against the cruise ship Katara had been on. The One Piece sluts and Robin were there too.

“We’re all supposed to be one big happy avatar family again after this?” Toph, the blind earthbender with short brown hair said. “Fat chance! Pound her into the dirt earthbender style, Katara! Make Twinkle Toes back home proud!”

“She can’t bend earth, but I can,” Korra said dryly.

The mood changer seemed to be Robin and Ty Lee sitting with Azula on the ship, watching the drone camera footage of this encounter that was playing on every screen in the arena. Azula was strapped into a chair and straight jacket with purple Shadow Metal crystal cuffs blocking her from using any powers. “DIE! DIE!” Azula shouted. “Kill each other you stupid sluts!! How dare you copy my lightning, Whore-a! Do you know who I am?! I’m going to be THE Fire Lord! You’ll all be nothing!!”

“Those are pretty sweet aspirations, Azula,” Ty Lee said, flinching as Azula spit and rocked. Robin rubbed Ty Lee’s tense shoulders and pinched Azula’s neck hard. Azula snarled and tried to bite Robin, but missed. Ty Lee smiled and hugged her mature One Piece girlfriend, Robin.

“You don’t want to act like or end up like her, right?” Katara said to Korra. The topless babe pursed her lips and glanced at the crazy villain. Korra shook her head.

“I’m not like that!” Korra protested. “You should see what you’re like! We’re supposed to fight our best! Are you not man enough to handle that or me?!”

“Oh, come on!” Katara shouted, getting the water churning with her rage accidentally. “You’re talking like my brother Sokka before Suki and life knocked some sense into him! We’re both women, Korra! And yes, we can fight! I had to go up against ancient customs and tons of pushback just to get Grandpa Pakku to train me at all! Why can’t you accept that I have things to teach you?!”

“Cause you look the same age as me!” Korra said. “And you’re not the Avatar! If you were an old wise granny, that would be one thing, but you’re not! You’re bloodbending!!”

“And I hate that I do it,” Katara said. “You were going to lose to Ty Lee in the first round. She has a way of humbling people. … She took me out before too — quickly.”

“Fuck her and fuck you!” Korra shouted.

“I wish Mai was here,” Ty Lee said dreamily. “She’d be so bored.”

“Ugh, I don’t even like that name,” Korra said, also thinking of Mai Shiranui and not the emo Mai who married Prince Zuko.

“Well since you think you’re so strong physically and better than everyone else because of it,” Katara said, losing her temper; “then when I win, you have to accept that I am wise. Then you can stop having a chip on your shoulder, stop being a bitch, listen to me, and just be a part of our loving family again!”

“Oh shut up,” Korra said. “This isn’t about love. This is about your ego, and you trying to prove a point. Maybe my ego is a little high, but I have to deal with being the Avatar! You don’t know what that’s like, but you’re going to know what it’s like to get your ass kicked by the Avatar! I won’t hold a grudge any longer as long as you don’t try to lecture me as you lose!”

“Fine!” Katara said, stomping her feet and going over to the purple mini-platform.

“I want to ride that one,” Korra said, pushing Katara into the water. The busty babe in the blue one piece swimsuit fell into the water and was glad to get cooled down a bit. She was in her element. She took a few deep breaths and watched as Korra stuck out her tongue at Katara. Korra was being so childish. Katara was going to have to put her in her place and spank her tight buns.

Once both babes were atop the blue padded circular fighting platform, the holographic projection of Shadow Ribiero began to speak, “Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for your patience with this Second Waifu Tournament! There were some delays getting matches scheduled, but none of them have disappointed me one bit! Today we have Katara facing Korra for the final! Both fighters are able to bend and use their powers despite the Shadow Metal powers blockers being up all the way! We expect a wild final showdown! You know the rules! Let the best woman win!!” The image of the scantily clad sexy Brazilian woman disappeared, meaning that Korra and Katara were free to fight at any moment.

“I think I’ll bury you without even using Azula’s powers!” Korra said, using all sorts of different bending at once. Korra used the electricity she had access to, shocking her own body. Korra’s eyes whitened as she accessed the Avatar state. Katara moved her hands like a karate master, controlling the water below, the moisture in the air, and any water molecule close to her. Korra clenched her fists. One fist was on fire, and the other one froze over with ice. Pieces of the mat crumbled and turned to dirt. Korra’s wind and gravity raised the rubble and made the fighting area look like a DBZ warzone.

The Avatar universe chicks didn’t know Akira Toriyama’s Dragonball other than knowing Bulma, Launch, and Android 18 (fighters in this tournament) had been from that universe. Ty Lee had read it and watched the anime though. She could be a bit of a tomboy that way, and Toph would’ve liked it too. Just as Master Roshi beat Goku in the Strongest Under the Heavens Martial Arts Tournament to make Goku, his star pupil, have humility and not think he was the best yet and too early, so Katara wanted to beat Korra. Korra couldn’t afford to think too highly of herself and think that she was stronger than everyone. Brute strength couldn’t solve all the world’s problems either.

Korra’s black thong strap snapped under the heat of her firebending. She threw a fireball at Katara. It hit a pocket of moisture in the air. Steam clouded the line of sight from the one fighter to the next. Drone cameras captured the view of Korra’s naked pussy. Korra didn’t seem to care what she was showing off as she powered up. She sent rubble flying at Katara and tried to freeze her adversary’s water and perspiration. Drone cameras had trouble capturing what was happening, but fans enjoyed the spectacle from the bleachers across the lake anyway.

“Lots of powers on display here now,” the Critic said.

“Go ahead and try your bloodbending!” Korra shouted. “It won’t work!” The mostly naked model charged at Katara, throwing fire. Korra even breathed fire like a firebender or a dragon. Katara shielded with water in the air, but her swimsuit was still burnt and stretched thin. Korra came in with the ice next, slugging Katara in the belly. She snatched Katara’s swimsuit strap and pulled. The entire burnt piece in tatters tore off Katara’s sexy lean body.

“Oooeee!” RoboMic the fat blond cyborg said. “Nakee ladies! Mikey Likey!”

Korra aimed a punch with her fist covered in ice at Katara’s face. Katara blocked with her hands looking icy as well. Korra tried to kick Katara between the legs, but her foot crunched against ice and not Katara’s soft loins. Korra reached for Katara’s necklace. Katara really looked angry, dodging that. Korra’s nails scraped ice off Katara’s naked body and bosoms. Katara shook the ice at Korra’s feet and it began to melt. The babe with the fur pelt slipped in the water and did the splits. Katara karate chopped Korra’s neck. Korra winced and stood up, calling out, “FIRE PUNCH!” Korra whiffed on the uppercut, but embers still touched Katara’s underboobs, body, and chin. Korra couldn’t keep much fire burning, and tried to burn Katara’s face with a roar. Katara put her arms up to block. Korra’s fire was doused out again. She had put plenty of ice into play earlier as well that Katara could now manipulate too.

“You’re just picking elements at random and showing off!” Katara said.

“Here’s that lecture while you’re losing I’m talking about!” Korra said, clenching her fists. “That’s it! I’m electrocuting you! You’re not cute!”

“Neither are you!” Katara rebuked. Katara backed away from Korra. The nude brunettes powered up again. The lake water rose up like geysers fountaining. Korra looked annoyed that Katara was trying this again. Katara had used water to grab Helena and throw her into the lake earlier in the tournament, and had been told she couldn’t use that attack again by the Shadow. Korra hovered in the air with her blue eyes glowing lighter. Electricity crackled near Korra, charging her aura. Korra pointed her finger at Katara like it was a gun.

“Fry and die!” Korra said. She shot a giant bolt of electricity at Katara. Katara didn’t have Zuko or anyone to take the hit for her. She sent the water crashing into the giant blue bolt and tried to dodge. It was too hot outside for Katara to really get the water to freeze. That was frustrating as Korra could do that and change temperatures drastically as the Avatar. The lightning was supposed to tear through Katara’s body and kill her. Katara knocked Korra in the back with a jet of liquid. It helped make Korra’s aim off. Katara barely dodged electricity that would’ve cut into her like a knife through butter. Instead of shocking the padded blue mat, it tore through it, lighting up the water below. Katara used more water pressure to hit Korra’s face and body from multiple angles. The hovering hottie yelped, controting in sexy ryona poses.

“I don’t even care that your feet are touching lake water right now,” Katara said, drawing closer to her opponent. Korra stopped to consider this.

“Technically we could count that as a ring out,” the Shadow said, “but there is so much lake water being moved around it’s hard to tell whose feet haven’t touched it yet. No point awarded to either fighter yet!”

“You’re trying to trick me!” Korra shouted. She shot another death bolt at Katara. The nude waifu used water to rip apart the padded mat and shield herself. Katara had thought she had made ice at first, but she hadn’t. Korra was dropping the temperature to try and freeze Katara though. Katara grabbed Korra’s ankle. The Avatar descended enough to wrap her legs around Katara’s neck. Katara continued to bend the water violently. Waves crashed into the struggling women like tsunamis. Katara clung to and held onto Korra’s legs so that Korra could not let go. The walls of water consumed the fighters and they both went down submerged into the water below. The choppy surface level water rocked all the ships docked under the fighting area.

“They both go down in a wild display of powers!” The Shadow said. “One to one! Let’s get them back up here and reset!”

 

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Katara used waterbending to create some distance from Korra. Korra looked livid. She used airbending to shoot up out of the water and hover in the air again. Her fur pelt was falling apart and splitting off her hips. The air whipping around her dried her off immediately. Katara swam to a ladder hanging off the dock. “Here’s a new bikini for you!” Suki said, leaning over the railing on the still jostled cruise ship. She tossed a blue two piece bikini for her naked friend. Korra attempted to zap it out of the air. Her electricity charred and exploded the blue top. The bottoms made it to Katara and she slipped them on in the lake water before taking her first steps up the ladder. Katara blushed and thanked Suki for the attempt to help.

“All you can do is hope to tie me,” Korra said. “Are you too embarrassed to fight with powers naked?! I’ve got the better body, better strength, better balance, and better everything! Die in the water where you are!!” Korra sent lightning into the water. Katara got her legs out of the water and her feet up the ladder before she would be shocked. Korra’s fur skirt could not take the charge built up around Korra’s body and exploded in a comical puff of fluff.

“Cool it, bae!” Asami said, tossing her lover a pair of black pants and a blue crop top. “If you’re going to win, do it up on the platform.”

“IF?!” Korra scoffed. She caught the pants and let the top drop. Korra landed on the wooden dock. She put the black pants on. They fit her sexy body snug. Katara used bending to ride a wave of water up to the fighting platform. Korra flew up there. Both topless fighters were full of sweat and tired due to the Shadow Metal affecting them. Katara locked eyes with Korra, who refused such a soul searching gaze. Korra looked Katara up and down.

“Why put on clothes?” RoboMic whined and complained. “At least the titties are out, but still!”

“I will short circuit you with lake water if you don’t watch your mouth!” Katara shouted. She tried to cover up her boobs with her arms, shook her head and grunted. Katara’s long brown hair looked straight rather than wavy. She had a cute girl next door look and was sexy too. Her blue bikini bottoms clung to her ass cheeks in back. Katara looked at Korra, broke a smile, and laughed. Katara shrugged and said, “Maybe I do get self righteous and lecture people.”

“You sure do,” Korra said. The black haired vixen looked like a crossfit model. She had dark skin and blue eyes like Katara, but Korra had some serious musculature. Everything looked bigger on Korra; her breasts, her biceps, her butt, etc. Korra’s low hanging black pants and no panties highlighted cleavag lines, her pelvis, and booty humps. She had a six to eight pack of abs and she puffed out her massive chest with pride. Korra added, “If we bend again, I’m going to have to kill you to win.”

“You’re not thinking clearly,” Katara said. “We could easily tie again. Aang always took pride in never killing anyone, even though he was a little naive about soldiers surviving some things. … I think seeing Azula was good for you. You saw what happened to Kuvira too. Stay on the right path. Don’t be tempted by all this glory and the serum rewards to lose yourself to lust and violence. I’ll give you a pass since we all have to adjust to the serum.”

“Spare me,” Korra said, waving a hand. “I get it. Fine. Whatever. Let’s just fight to the finish then with our bare hands and martial arts. I won’t bend if you won’t; unless you’re scared.”

“I don’t fear you,” Katara said. “I only fear that you may lose yourself if I fail to defeat you, so I won’t lose. I can agree to those terms.”

“You’ll lose!” Korra said, charging Katara. The topless model in the black pants almost caught Katara in the nose with a straight jab right away. Katara deflected the punch. Korra kneed Katara in the belly. Katara’s slender tummy and curvy body looked very vulnerable to physical attacks. The bikini model pinched Korra’s shoulder in a pressure point. Korra’s brows furrowed. She grabbed and yanked Katara’s hair and slugged her rival in the mouth. Red specks flecked off Katara’s lips. A clump of her hair came out in Korra’s hands. Katara landed on her back on the metal platform as most of the blue padding had been destroyed in Round One. Clunk!

“I don’t know why Katara has to be a bee— and act like I’m the bad guy!” RoboMic complained. He stopped himself from calling Katara a bitch as he had a healthy fear of her now. He added, “I can be all about love too! I wanna see hot chicks love each other as well as fight each other! It’s not my fault that women don’t love fat dudes like me more than Chads like the Healers. And now that I’m a cyborg, kinky freaky chicks will be into me momentarily, but I’m like a circus show! And I don’t care! As long as I get some!”

Korra tried to smash her knee down over Katara’s neck. The Southern Water Tribe lass rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding Korra’s strike. Korra’s knee hit the metal. She scrunched her nose and rose. RoboMic’s rambling made Korra think about how horny she was. Her tits jiggled. Her pants were tight enough to rub and tease her clit. The pants were a plus so Korra wouldn’t be too tempted to have victory sex, penetrating a defeated Katara. Katara looked too much like Korra anyway. Asami on the other hand… Korra broke out in a sweat and blushed, just thinking of her lover and all they’d been through together. There were ups and downs and disagreements, but their love and connection always held true, and was better than anything Korra had ever had with anyone else. She punched away Katara’s blocking hands, kicked Katara in the ankle, and then buckled Katara with a punch to the stomach.

With a pained grunt, Katara wrapped her arms around Korra. Chest to chest, Katara’s matronly bosoms swelled. Korra kneed Katara in the crotch and then the belly. Korra swung her rack back and forth to dominate Katara in a titfight. She pinched Katara’s hiney and swatted that ass. Katara tried to grab Korra’s hands. Korra rammed her breasts into Katara’s supple orbs. Katara shouted, “You think about sex too much, RoboMic! You must have balance and other positive things in your life! There is so much more to life than just sex!”

“You’re gonna lecture him while I’m kicking your ass and about to win?” Korra asked. She headbutted Katara. Crimson dribbled from Katara’s nose. Katara yelped and held her schnoz. Korra slugged Katara in the stomach. Katara gasped. Korra kicked Katara in the spine. The busty woman’s chest jumped. Korra rattled Katara with a right hook. Blood sprayed from Katara’s mouth and she fell over onto her side. Korra wasted no time kicking Katara in the tummy. Katara rolled over, flopping and flailing. Her pain was definitely being sexualized by the cameras and most fans.

“It’s not over ‘til it’s over!” Katara said, leaning up to grab Korra’s leg. Korra rammed her patella into Katara’s cheek. Katara pulled Korra down by the wrist. Korra landed an elbow across Katara’s throat. The more fit and bigger broad smashed her large jugs into Katara’s perky tits. Korra’s knee pressed into Katara’s crotch. Then Korra moved her knee up into Katara’s gut. Katara gasped and elbowed Korra in the temple.

Things looked bleak for Katara. Korra put her hands around Katara’s neck to throttle and strangle her. If Katara could get Korra to bend, then she could bend. Katara didn’t want to be the first to break the terms of the round. That wouldn’t be right. Katara didn’t want to do anything too sexual in the way of fighting like giving Korra titty twisters or kissing her. Katara’s hands clutched at the ripped padding. She got a handful of it, and thought of Sokka fighting Piandao. Katara tossed the padding at Korra’s face and shoved some into Korra’s mouth. Korra immediately used firebending to burn the offensive substance and spit it out. Katara wrestled Korra off. The two topless knockouts got to their feet with Korra wiping her eyes.

“That was cheap!” Korra said.

“You strike between the legs,” Katara said, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t become what you hated and lecture me.” Katara grinned.

“What are you smiling about?” Korra asked. She cocked back a punch. SNAP! Korra’s arm broke and hung limp at her side. The busty and buff waifu looked shocked. Her arm was bleeding and broken. Rather than realizing that Katara was going to use some nasty bloodbending, Korra tried to throw another punch. CRACK! Korra’s other arm folded in upon itself. She still managed to throw the limb out. Her elbow bone pierced the skin. Katara didn’t wave her arms or anything with this bloodbending. Her eyes looked a little red as she forced Korra to her knees. Korra screamed in anger with her ruined arms dangling worthlessly at her sides and bumping her big succulent sideboobs.

“Cheer up, Korra,” Katara said. “A friend could teach another friend something like bloodbending.” Korra shivered and sneered. She tried to resist bowing her head as Katara was forcing her to be submissive and have her head down.

“That’s sick!” Korra shouted. “This is wrong!”

“You’re right,” Katara said. “I don’t want to teach anyone bloodbending.”

“You think you can take my powers like Amon?!” Korra shouted. “I’m going into the Avatar State and kicking your ass for this!!” Korra’s blue eyes rolled back in her head. White light shot from her eye sockets light flashlight strobes. Katara made Korra’s toes clench the blue padded mat so that Korra could not levitate in the air. Korra’s eyes returned to normal as Katara began to use her powers for good. She healed Korra’s arms, and Korra was so confused. It showed all over her paling face.

“Waterbending can attack and heal,” Katara said. “So can bloodbending I suppose. I’m done fighting you, Korra. You’ve got a lot to learn, and so do I. Good fight.”

“It’s NOT OVER!” Korra roared, but her feet and legs moved on their own. Korra tried to grab her leg as it moved forward and walked her towards the edge. Korra punched her own thigh. Katara karate chopped Korra in the chest. She hit a pressure point behind Korra’s ears and at the back of Korra’s head under the ponytail. That, coupled with the bloodbending showed a rag dolled topless Avatar walking off the ledge. Korra didn’t even make a sound with her head dropped low as she plummeted off the side of the fighting area. Her body flipped forward and Katara used waterbending to catch Korra in the water so she wouldn’t belly flop painfully.

“It is over!” the Critic said. “Katara wins 2-1! Katara is your Waifu Tournament #2 Champ!” Fans and spectators cheered. Katara grinned and cannonballed into the water below to splash Korra. Korra looked like a cat with her ears back. She was a little shaken from the spell of the bloodbending and frowned even as Katara hugged her. It wasn’t until Asami jumped into the water and gave Korra a back rub, that Korra looked to lighten up a little.

“I won’t say anything else,” Katara said to Korra, trying not to smile too large.

“As long as you admit you’ve got things to learn too,” Korra said. She couldn’t keep frowning. Ty Lee and other waifus jumped into the water too. If it was a bout of splashing, Korra would bend the water and make waves! It looked like a bunch of kids having fun in the water, unless you noticed how mature the women and healer men were. They all had ideal bodies.

“All’s well that ends well,” the Shadow said. “It’s good to see Katara and Korra getting along. That was a fantastic championship match! We didn’t do this for the last Tournament, but there is a lot of interest in a third place fight, so we will have Kate fight Hitomi.” Fans loved this idea.

“No powers in that fight obviously,” the Critic said, “but it ought to be a good one. We can now release Plue’s bracket. It was one hundred percent correct again. Lucy and the Fairy Tail girls will bring in a nice haul due to that! Congrats to them!”

“Plue didn’t predict the third place fight,” RoboMic said. “He doesn’t know everything!”

“Why don’t you predict it then,” The Critic said, holding his tongue about telling RoboMic how stupid he was.

“Well, they’re both hot,” RoboMic said. “Neither is blonde. Hitomi sometimes dyes her hair, so that would give her the edge, or give her the edge for me to want to see her lose. … Plue picked things with his nose. … I never smelled either one of them really. I guess I can’t pick until I smell them!” The Critic shook his head. There was going to be plenty of celebration after this fight, and the Critic hoped there would be good vibes for the Third Place Match as well. It definitely wouldn’t start off with anything other than determination and malice though.

 

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Shadow Enterprises Platform Peril Waifu Strip Fight Tournament Two: Round One Fight Eight
Honoka (Dead or Alive) vs Katara (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Water tribe babe, Katara, stood on a boat much unlike any battleship or any other sailing vessel she'd ever been on. The cruise ship was like a celebration house with bending put to objects. Katara leaned over the rail with her back to the fans, the crowd, and the risers. She looked at the wooden dock and ran her hands through her long black hair. It helped calm her nerves to finger the blue beads in her hair and then to touch the necklace that had been passed down through generations to her. The blue choker cloth was worn but still sturdy and the blue gem crafted by Master Pakku with the a symbol of a wave and waterbending reflected the brilliance of the sun. Pakku had originally given the necklace to Katara's grandma as a gift for their arranged marriage. Gran Gran had escaped that, and passed on the necklace to Katara's mom who had been killed by the Fire Nation. Katara had the necklace now and would cherish it forever.

There was a cold and windy breeze on Lake Spectre, apparently allowed by the weather team who somehow managed the weather on the island. Katara had been trained by Pakku, who now was in a loving relationship with Gran Gran, but not in some of the same ways that Katara and Aang were hitting it off now. Katara was the Avatar's wife, and had been through so much him with and all the friends they made along the way in stopping the 100 Years war and the Fire Nation. Katara and Aang were considering having kids when Katara had been snagged into the dimension ripple and brought to Pongeo Island. Apparently Ty Lee and Korra had done this before, but Katara still had unsettled feelings. She hung over the railing on the boat, pulling her wooly blue and white robe tighter over her sensuous body. Her matronly bosoms dangled, showing much cleavage. They were warm and heavy like her heart. Katara had thought she was alone, but there was a brunette DOA girl swimming in the lake water in a yellow bikini. She surfaced and looked up at Katara. Katara blushed, decided to straighten up, and looked the other way. Katara hadn't meant to be trying to seduce Hitomi who apparently liked women as much as Korra, Asami, and Ty Lee.

Katara pushed on her own breasts in disappointment. Her boobs were so big and full of milk, she thought she had been blessed with a child for Aang, but then had found out that this was a side effect of the healings and serum of Shadow Enterprises. Katara wasn't pregnant. Katara thought that Korra and Asami were very interesting. Korra knew Katara as a grandma in her time line where Aang had died first of natural causes and Katara outlived him many years. That was sad, but Katara would have many children with Aang. She hoped they would be happy, but it was hard to talk to Korra. It was even harder emotionally to read and learn about her world's future, so Katara had given that up. She was afraid Toph would want to do some betting and scheming with future knowledge to make money and have miscreant fun like she did with Aang and Sokka gambling in the Fire Nation. Katara couldn't even write to Aang or Sokka between dimensions, and although she'd been ensured that time moved differently and they would maybe only miss a day or so, Katara still didn't like the distance.

Hitomi, the girl in the yellow bikini dating Katara's opponent for this fight was a very good looking woman. She shivered because the water was cold, and Katara thought about bending the water off Hitomi's body as the buxom babe climbed up a ladder to get back on their cruise ship. The Shadow Metal was and would be on for this fight so that Katara couldn't use her powers, but Katara didn't feel drained and awful like the other women complained about in regards to the powers blockers. Katara felt emotionally in the dumps because Korra had outcast Ty Lee since they were to be opponents in round one and they weren't seeing eye to eye on some things. Ty Lee was definitely a free spirit and had been Katara's enemy at one point. Ty Lee had seemed upset, but had been happy enough to hang out with the One Piece women. Katara didn't want to pick sides or make enemies, but Korra was sort of doing all that for the Avatar ladies. Ty Lee had wanted them all to train together and smoke serum, but Asami had gotten sick trying, and that had made already strained matters worse. Toph had wanted to smoke or play with her reward serum for beating Azula, and Katara had been able to bend the serum. Toph had been screwing around and had made Katara drink it. Katara didn't like needles and didn't want to be injected with serum constantly anyway. Katara could feel serum in her veins as much as the blood and water. The serum was supposed to be diluted and out of her system by now, but Katara was supposed to get more of this miracle liquid that seemed to make people stronger but much more angry and lustful. Katara didn't really want to fight or drink more of the stuff, but she was interested in winning some to bring home to Aang and Sokka. Katara hadn't liked how the women were being so catty and killing one another. She hoped to win a lot just so less women would be killed and humiliated. With her bending, Katara was confident she was a great warrior. She didn't need to or particularly want to be strong without it like Korra boasted she was and would be.

Shadow Enterprises had been looking into whether or not they wanted to allow female allies on the mini-platforms after Mira had been turned to stone and captured by Boa and Cana had been killed last fight as well. Katara wanted her friends to watch her fight, but Toph couldn't see anyway. Korra wanted to be glued to the hip with Asami who was currently in the healing facility mainland, so Korra was there too. Katara didn't want anything bad to happen to Suki in the way of not following company rules or getting hurt watching the fight too close. Katara sighed, knowing that she'd be doing this fight alone. It was nice that Toph and Suki would support her down in the boat though, and they even had things for Toph to touch to sort of see the fight in real time. It was odd because Toph and Suki were both potential love interests for Katara's brother Sokka. Sokka was such a goof, but had matured so much. Katara was proud of Sokka and Aang. They would've loved Pongeo island though, all the gadgets, and played around a lot with Toph.

The bikini clad karate girl, Hitomi, toweled off on the ship that had carried her and Honoka to the fighting area. A man and woman were very nice about taking Hitomi's wet towel, and getting her a bottled water, a dry towel, her pink headband, and the outfit she had chosen to wear. The workers were very quiet, shy, and didn't stick around long enough for Hitomi to even try and start casual conversation. Honoka had ordered several male and female model attendants, but sadly the only ones who seemed to stay around were people who seemed very low class and scared to talk or really relate on deep levels. They were getting paid, were maybe afraid of the company and all the weird science, and Hitomi and Honoka would only be in their lives a month or two before going back to their dimensions. Hitomi hoped that this time going back with Honoka that things would be different. They wouldn't just pick up their old lives. Lei Fang was definitely head over heels for Jan Lee, and Hitomi really wanted to beat him in the next DOA tournament to win it all. Hitomi missed some of the more lively female models who Honoka had kind of scared off in being too sexual and trying to hook up with their boyfriends behind the women's back or even right in front of them, requesting orgies, etc. Honoka had really upset and disappointed Tina so that now Tina and Helena were very distant and doing their own things on the island.

The German girl had been busty since being a teen, but on Pongeo it was worse. Just putting her hairband on, her breasts really jiggled. Showing lots of underboob and cleavage in her yellow swimsuit called the Puppy by the DOA designing team was one thing, but nip slips were another. Hitomi put on a white tank top and it clung to her tight damp body. Hitomi looked down and could see the yellow of her bikini through the cheap see through white fabric. Hitomi put her jeans on next. Honoka exited a door that led to the lowest floor of the boat. She was peppy, pink haired, and full of energy as normal. It brought a smile to Hitomi's face. Honoka's hair was really growing long and looking neon. She had in her cute Nightmare Before Christmas looking hair clip at the side of her head with a matching chibi white skull face on her black glove. Honoka wore a t-shirt with short black sleeves and white and black horizontal stripes, black thong panties, and black pantyhose stockings. The shirt had been pulled up to cover Honoka's cleavage, leaving her navel and underboobs on display. There was whitish goo in Honoka's hair, on her lips, smeared in like lotion on her udders, and on her navel and thighs. Hitomi didn't get a chance to ask about that or the protruding pink plastic rod in Honoka's shirt before her girlfriend gave her a big smooch on the lips.

“Aw, Honoka!” Hitomi said, wiping her mouth of saliva and likely something else. A female attendant bowed her head and handed Hitomi a small black Shadow Enterprises towel. “I know what you were doing down there! With who?! Why didn't you wash off?!”
“There's time for a quickie with you, Hehe!” Honoka said, pulling Hitomi's hand.
“There's not,” Hitomi said, pointing to Katara riding the purple mini platform up to the fighting area. Hitomi put her hands on her hips and added, “We should be making friends, not alienating everyone being too sexually motivated! You can't hook up with anything that shines, moves, or attracts you!”

“Yes I can!” Honoka said. “There's no danger against it here! No disease, no pregnancy, no condoms necessary; and what happens in Pongeo stays on Pongeo! Marie, Ayane, and everyone don't have to know!” Honoka winked and gave Hitomi a sh sound. Honoka's finger at her own lips was adorable and sexy and reminiscent of one of Honoka's win poses in the video games about them.

“That Laura girl with the tattoos was really cool, but she thought you were trying to hook up with her Healer boyfriend the Farmhand behind her back,” Hitomi said. “Just don't be so impulsive and think things out, babe!”

“I did try to hook up with him without her,” Honoka said. “It was just the timing. She wasn't there.”

“And you pissed off Tina,” Hitomi said. Honoka shrugged. Hitomi pulled the pink plastic toy out from Honoka's top and raised an eyebrow. Hitomi said, “What's this?! I mean, I know what it is!” Hitomi threw it down the steps and continued, “This tournament is not that kind of thing! What were you planning?! What have you been doing?!” Hitomi began wiping the extra fluids off Honoka's body.

Honoka cooed and made kissing lips. Hitomi furrowed her brows.

Honoka sighed and explained quickly in her high pitched girly voice, “I know this company does sexfights! After I beat Katara, I wanted to play with her in front of the fans! You could too!” Hitomi shook her head. Honoka took a deep breath that puffed out her cheeks. She let out the air, frowned, and then rambled, “Okay, so I was trying to hide that in my shirt to use later, but did you see that I got a breast reduction! I've always had really huge titties and I thought it would be nice to fight without them and to see how people treat me when I'm smaller.”

“You're plenty big and much more than just your bust size,” Hitomi said, taking Honoka's hand and putting it against her heart.

“But I like huge boobies too!” Honoka said. She reached under Hitomi's shirt and tugged off the yellow bikini with one hand. Hitomi let go of Honoka's hand which resulted in Honoka using both hands to grope Hitomi. Honoka said, “When are you and me going to experiment sexually with serum?! How about now! You can inject me in the tits and watch them grow! Or I can take my serum from your breasts! They look so milky and full! Hehe! I wanna suck and pinch your teats like cow udders! I love cows! EEE! They're so cute! And milk is sooo delicious!!” Honoka drooled and put her mouth over Hitomi's shirt and nipple, sucking.

“Quit that!” Hitomi said, motioning for the Farmhand to give her Honoka's serum. As soon as Honoka moved her head to go for the other areola, Hitomi got the serum syringe and jabbed Honoka in the neck. Hitomi pulled the plunger and Honoka stood up straight with a roar. The pink haired young woman was already well endowed and curvy, but got a bit thicker, especially in the butt and hip regions which was new for how her body typically dealt with serum and pumped up her already gigantic breasts. Honoka made mooing noise and reached for Hitomi's boobs again. Hitomi jumped backwards. On serum, Honoka would be like a very strong wild animal. Hitomi crossed her arms over her chest and said, “Go win your fight, and then you can have your way with me in our room on the boat!”

“You should've just taken me up on my offer before to do it now,” Honoka said, scrunching her nose. She pulled at the bottom of her shirt. Honoka gazed at her own boobs. Then Honoka attempted to pull her shirt off over her head. She was too fueled with serum, not nimble, and not dexterous for this. Honoka tore and ripped everything except the short black sleeves off her torso. Honoka's nipples were erect. She touched herself, giving herself a wedgie. Honoka moaned and blushed. She stared at Hitomi and said, “If you don't like me like this or because I'm so popular, there are plenty of people into me! The Ass Man came more frequently and quicker with me this time. We timed it! Hehe! He was on serum though. He's in the shower now, and I didn't realize his goo was all over me still from before!”

“That's why there's this bruise on your arm,” Hitomi said, reaching for Honoka. The topless lingerie model forced healing energy to the bruise on her bicep to make it go away. Honoka chest bumped Hitomi and then bit her girlfriend's crop top. Honoka tore the entire garment off Hitomi's chest with her teeth. She forced a kiss and gripped Hitomi at the crotch hard.

“These are mine after the fight,” Honoka said, honking Hitomi's hooters. “I won't be upset if you play around with Ass Man or others while you wait on me. I'll beat Katara quick. I guess I won't fuck her too. I would probably get zapped by the Shadow, but that might be kinky and worth it.”
“It's not,” Hitomi said. “I'm not going to hook up with anyone else. Focus on the fight, Oka! I love you babe, just calm down and keep your head on straight.”

“Take this to suck on and remember me by while I'm gone,” Honoka said, pulling off her thong bottoms. She stuffed them into Hitomi's mouth. Hitomi resisted only slightly. Honoka winked, slapped her own ass, which already had spank marks likely from the Ass Man, and Honoka got onto the dock from the boat. Honoka tried to heal her behind, which Hitomi thought was a waste of energy. Hitomi clenched her fists. She took Honoka's panties out of her mouth when Honoka was riding up a mini-platform. Hitomi wanted to put Honoka back in her place, but maybe that could happen in the bedroom and on no serum. Hitomi shook her head. Her girlfriend needed to be copying some poise from her opponents and friends and not being so wild, but Honoka was very young and inexperienced – she was getting a lot more experience lately, but Hitomi was hoping and thinking this was just a phase. Hitomi would be patient. Honoka was definitely a special and charming woman, and Hitomi wanted to make their relationship work here, because then it should work in the DOA world too.

The nearly naked DOA fighter, Honoka got lots of fan attention. She stepped onto the blue padded circular fighting platform to battle Katara wearing only one glove, two sleeves, and black pantyhose stockings. Honoka's eyes were glowing golden likely with the ninja blood in her veins. RoboMic was too excited about Honoka being topless already to comment about her breasts being a little smaller than normal. The Shadow explained the rules while Honoka and Katara stared at one another. Honoka giggled and touched herself.

“We all saw what happened with you and your girlfriend,” Katara said to Honoka as the Shadow disappeared. Katara added, “This serum does stuff to us and can be addicting. I want to teach you a lesson on how to behave and spank you hard.”

“I like being spanked!” Honoka said in a cheerful voice, “but I'm going to dominate you since you can't do your water powers and bend! Yeah! Bend! Ehe! If you're a waterbender I am a milk bender! The company doesn't want me to rail you like they allow in the volcano death matches, but I'm going to pound and suck your big breasts dry!”

“Katara does look really busty!” RoboMic announced from his balcony box seat with the Shadow and the Critic. “Technically there are no blonde bimbos battling today, but Honoka kind of is. I root for her to get destroyed! Yipee! But her idea is hot too!”

The blue eyed beauty with dark skin and hair, Katara, took off her robe. There was no pushup bra making her breasts look bigger and she wore no panties either. She tossed her robe onto her mini platform and blushed. Honoka's jaw gaped open. Honoka drooled and flicked her own bean, eying Katara's mouthwatering bosoms and flawless female body. Katara's tight blue armbands went from her palms to her biceps. She didn't look particular muscular, and normally Honoka didn't either, but the DOA gal had slimmed and reworked her body to look more like a crossfit model than a powder puff internet sensation or blowup doll. Katara had been sweating in her robe. She moved her hands in circles like she was getting ready for some martial arts, but actually she was moving the perspiration on her collar and chest with her bending. It took effort and concentration for Katara with the Shadow Metal on. She bit her lip, wondering if she should admit that she thought the powers blockers must not be up high enough as they hadn't stripped her of her powers.

“You tease!” Honoka shouted. “I love it! EEE!” Honoka threw her ass at Katara. The brunette merely backed away to not take a butt bump to the belly. Honoka swung around throwing a punch. Katara blocked and parried. “I wanna kick and touch that juicy pussy!” Honoka said. “Me-OW!”

“That's fighting dirty,” Katara said. “I won't let you.”

“My gosh, RoboMic,” the Critic said. “Honoka is talking as perverted as you do!”

“Do some attacking so I can copy you!” Honoka demanded. Katara shook her head. Katara had mostly only fought with bending before. Honoka reached for Katara's chest. Katara clasped hands with Honoka. The pink haired gal's other hand was able to slap and touch Katara's sideboob. Honoka tried to knee Katara in the crotch. Katara blocked with a thigh. Honoka was fast. She plowed her patella into Katara's belly and twisted Katara's arm. Katara gasped and couldn't buckle as her arm went skyward. She got spun and arched. She felt Honoka's warm bosoms press into her back and then Honoka's hot pussy at her butt. Honoka groped and clawed Katara's big breasts. As soon as Katara got her hands down to try and pull Honoka off, Katara realized that Honoka was grunting and doing something else.

Like DOA Tina or a wrestler, Honoka lifted Katara with a grip around her rack. Honoka bent backwards, bridging her body, to slam Katara's head on the mat. Honoka lost grip of Katara's sweaty and meaty melons. She spun around. Katara's grimaced and slid down onto her shoulders. The dark skinned bender, Katara, kicked Honoka in the chest and collar. Both women scrambled to their feet. Honoka charged, looking to spear Katara in the belly with her head and shoulder. Katara's blue eyes opened wide and surveyed the mat. Her irises twinkled. She made a sweeping motion with her arms. The tackle attempt was botched. Katara bent water on the mat to make Honoka slip. The pasty skinned pugilist let out a cute shriek and did a banana peel flop. Honoka fell onto her back. Her tits jiggled. She laughed and squeezed her own boobs before touching in a more inappropriate place.

The well endowed water tribe warrior, Katara, looked around at the crowd. No one was accusing Katara of cheating, but Katara felt like a louse for doing that move. Her chest heaved. It certainly took a lot of energy to bend and more than usual, but Katara could do it. Katara thought to herself that she should've made Honoka slide all the way off the platform instead of just falling down. Hindsight is always 20/20. Katara shook her head, deciding that her winning game plan would be ring outs. Honoka was throwing her body around crazily. Katara did not want to wrestle.
Honoka kicked her feet and sprang up, using impressive stomach muscles. Honoka's tits were still perky and pointing. She laughed and said, “I got too excited! EE! Come on and fight me!” Honoka ran up to Katara and waved her arms wildly. Katara backed away, purposefully getting closer to the edge. Honoka stomped Katara's ankle. Katara winced. Honoka ran around Katara. The blue eyed babe tried to push Honoka over the edge, but the pink haired fighter was too speedy. Katara's hand barely touched Honoka's bare back and her pink hair. Honoka turned and kicked Katara hard in the flank and ribs. Katara scrunched her nose in pain. She couldn't avoid being tackled this time. Her back hit the mat closer to the center of the fighting area now. Katara's fat brown milky mammary mounds annoyed her flopping around. Honoka was as eager to play with Katara's body as Aang had been when Katara had first stripped for and really flirted with Aang in a more adult way. Honoka swatted and prodded Katara's jugs. She sat on Katara's belly, wiggling her tight Glutes, and then scooted down to sit on Katara's crotch. Honoka smashed her own firm but supple knockers into Katara's soft squishy chest pillows and shimmied her shoulders for massive chest to chest action.

The nude brunette barely deflected an elbow and a punch aimed at her face to be deadly. She took a bit of a blow to the eye and mouth and got her arms shoved up over her head. Katara's blue eyes watered and expanded as Honoka tried to titfight atop her and was super close face to face. The pink haired lass put her pink lips over Katara's gasping mouth. Katara gave Honoka's head a shove, but they had already kissed. Honoka tried to latch onto Katara's kissers with her teeth. A strand of saliva slopped onto their hot and entangled bodies. Honoka sat back and fluffed Katara's tits, making them touch at the cleavage. Honoka squeezed and twisted near Katara's nipples. Katara moaned. Her horny rival was now trying to sink her nails into Katara's underboob flesh. Katara smacked Honoka in the cheek with an open hand and it echoed. Honoka's golden colored eyes closed and she flinched for only a second. Katara could feel welts on Honoka's pert ass while the DOA damsel grinded and wriggled her tooshie over Katara's most private area.

“I can bend!” Katara shouted. “I am still able to bend!” Katara didn't know why she revealed this, but she was overstimulated and it felt right and just to admit that.

“Smack me like that again and choke me!” Honoka said with a lustful look in her amber eyes. “I'm going to bend your sexy flexible body in every sex position I can think of right after I milk these huge delicious boobies! Milk, milk, milk! MOO!! Hehe! You're so sexy!”

Katara began to smack Honoka, but then thought better of it. Katara could feel the blush on her cheeks and see the color red on her face reflected in the sweat and water on the mat. She needed to get Honoka off the top of her. Katara grunted and flailed. She rolled over atop Honoka who coed and latched onto Katara's breasts. Their legs were entwined and Honoka humped Katara like a chihuahua with blue balls. Honoka plunged her face into Katara's bust. She used her teeth gently and aimed to suck Katara's nipples. Katara swallowed hard. Being groped like this wasn't supposed to make her able to lactate, right?! Honoka touched the bottoms and tops of Katara's tits, and Katara was could feel the water and serum in her tits ready to burst lactate. Katara was pretty sure she could choke or drown Honoka in breast milk, but that would be too weird and embarrassing for both of them. Honoka was going to switch to the other boob eventually. Katara could grab her head then... but it was taking too long and Katara wasn't sure if she could hold off. Katara used the side of her hand to karate chop Honoka in the neck. Honoka's tongue slid off the areola and Honoka's nose and mouth got lost in Katara's cleavage.

The dazed DOA gal was happily crushed by Katara and suffocated in the brown skinned gal's hooters. Katara tried to spread out over Honoka and keep her face trapped amidst her big orbs. Honoka lost her breath and passed out temporarily, so Katara rolled their bodies towards the edge. It was dizzying, but Katara kept her head about her, and gave Honoka a little shove to go over. The red spanked ass cheeks of the busty bimbo and her thick thighs went over. Honoka shook pink sweaty hair out of her face and gripped the edge with a firm hand clasp. “Unh-ah-ah!” Honoka taunted, pulling herself back onto the mat. Honoka's bosoms really billowed resting on the mat. She swung her legs up and was going to stand, but Katara yanked Honoka's hair out of the side tail. Katara had taken off the white skull face hair tie. She rolled it onto the mat and put Honoka into a rear naked choke. Katara felt so close to Honoka. Beads of white udder juice got pressed from Katara's front as she held Honoka so tightly. Katara was pretty sure she could blood bend right now even with no full moon, but that was scary and sort of evil to possess someone's body like that. Katara wouldn't kill Honoka, she would just stop blood from going to the pink haired gal's brain. Honoka winked, thinking this was a game at first, but then realized something was wrong and flailed.

The wife of the Avatar, Katara, held her hold over Honoka's neck and made sure Honoka did not get blood or Oxygen to her brain for almost ten seconds. Katara could feel Honoka's warm wriggly body cool and stop moving. Katara knew that attacking a downed opponent could elicit some serious power getting tapped into, so Katara rolled away from Honoka, got to her feet, and stepped away from the unconscious drooling exhibitionist. The Shadow counted slowly towards ten. Honoka stirred and moved some fingers and toes on the six to seven count, but didn't move enough to stop the count. Katara took a deep breath nervously, and finally exhaled on ten. The Shadow said, “Katara is up one to nothing with a ten second knockdown!”

The Shadow's voice seemed to stir Honoka who got some flush and blood to her cheeks. She shook her head and sweaty neon pink hair from her face. She opened her eyes and got up slowly, likely disoriented. Honoka wiped her sweaty hands on her chest, and touched her most feminine areas including the C spot down low. If Honoka was trying to catch her breath, it was counterproductive as she breathed more heavily now. Honoka winked, and made kissing lips to Katara. Honoka said, “You wrestle pretty good. I have to take this seriously now.”

“Are the powers blockers up all the way?!” Katara asked.

“Over 90 percent,” the Shadow said. “I'll put them up all the way.”

Katara waited to feel differently. There was a slight pulse from underneath the mat. Katara still had good energy to fight, but still felt horny and mortified. Honoka grabbed Katara's hair and said, “You're so pretty. Eat my fist! Hehe!” Honoka slugged Katara in the mouth, busting Katara's lips open. For not being a typical fighter, Katara was tough. She had taken many bending blows and withstood them. She took the punch well and knocked down Honoka's arm. Honoka kicked Katara right between the legs and giggled about it. Katara hunched and grumbled angrily to herself. Honoka kept a bit of a distance this time, and went for an uppercut. Perhaps she had targeted Katara's dangling breasts or perhaps not. Either way, Katara's fun bags slapped up and the sensitive skin bled a little near the tips. Katara kicked Honoka in the ribs. Honoka grit her teeth and threw a jab at Katara's nose. Katara should've blocked, but wanted to throw a punch. She felt her knuckles hit Honoka's abs, but then Honoka's strike connected. Katara felt like her face got rearranged. Nearly boiling crimson plasma leaked out onto Katara's battle worn breasts.

Honoka hunched and laughed. She turned around and swatted her own ass that she was healing to not look so spanked. She jumped, spun, and kicked. Katara blocked with her hands getting pushed into her own belly. Honoka continued with the combo and flurry of moves, uppercutting Katara in the chin. Katara was off-balance now, but able to bend her own blood to help her feel sturdy on one foot. Honoka opened her arms like she wanted a hug, but Katara expected something perverted. Katara hopped off her one foot and sold out her body to kick Honoka in the navel. Both mostly nude ladies hit the mat rear first and somersaulted. The views and jiggling was exquisite at this point. Honoka and Katara charged at one another. They both happened to throw right handed hook punches aimed for the body. Honoka landed a gutbusting punch that made Katara gasp and spit up some blood. Katara blasted Honoka's kidney which made Honoka fold like a tent. They bonked foreheads. Honoka snatched Katara's hair at a blue bead. She touched Katara's crotch with a curled finger.

“Watch where you're grabbing!” Katara shrieked. She could feel the serum, blood, and water in her arm as she swung it back for a punch. She didn't mean to rocket propel it forward with bending, but Honoka's belly really imploded and cratered with the impact. Honoka's eyes rolled, looking white, and a good volume of watery blood erupted from her throat. Honoka's death grip on Katara's shaved kitty area led Katara to throw another haymaker of a punch. Honoka's once strong and defined abs felt like putty. Katara could almost feel her knuckles connect with Honoka's inner organs.

“AHHH!” Honoka screamed. Honoka's hands and extremities went rigid. She shook away from Katara and tried to step. Honoka spit up blood like she was a drunk throwing up one too many cocktails. Honoka tried to turn, slipped in her own pool of blood and fell into it. The ashen faced warrior had slipped onto her front. Her big bosoms squeezed out from underneath her ribs at the sides. Her ass cheeks clenched and all the man sized hand prints on her booty showed. Honoka's fingers slid in the mass of red still coming from her mouth. Her other hand held her ravaged stomach, but couldn't stop the bleeding. Honoka rolled over onto her side. Her body gave a spasm, and then she passed out in a big pool of her own blood.

Katara raised her shoulders and hunched, feeling guilty and afraid. She turned away from Honoka and all the gore and damage and shouted, “Why aren't you counting?!” Even with her voice projected, she wasn't sure the Shadow would hear with the loud cheering.

“She's dead,” the Shadow said. “You win by kill in the second round, Katara!”

“Oh no, no no!” Katara said, running over to Honoka. Katara still felt angry like she wanted to punch or kick the showy floozie, but that was the serum talking. Katara hunched over to try and heal Honoka with bending, but male model healers were already present on the scene like they had been close and in waiting. Had Katara really lost control that badly?! Katara cried as the male models gently steered her away from the body. Katara was determined to cry out the rest of this awful serum. She didn't want to be seen weeping and naked. She went to her mini platform to put on her robe. Suki and Toph were there. Suki helped Katara dress and rubbed her back.

“Great battle from Katara,” the Shadow said. “The powers blockers were up all the way and working correctly.” Toph fumbled around looking very disoriented and blind. Katara didn't understand it.

“Cheer up,” Suki said. “You won and she'll be resurrected.”

“But I killed her,” Katara said softly. Katara sniffled and blew her nose into her robe. “I didn't mean to kill her.”

“Relax, sister,” Toph said, trying to pat Katara on the butt. Toph's hand hit Katara right in the small of the back hard. Toph added, “Anyone female or not wanting to bang that annoying fat chested slut would give a lot to be able to kill her. She was annoying the hell out of me just watching the fight and hearing her voice.”

“We are all wearing bikinis and looking great,” Suki said, worrying about Toph as a potential rival in love for Sokka a little.

“Yeah, but that's different,” Toph said. “Shut up Suki. I'm glad you ended the fight and won big, Katara! I bet on it too!” Katara stifled a chuckle and shook her head. Toph added, “I should've talked to Lucy and that Plue thing on the bracket names with her. They are among the few brackets left that are eight for eight! Mine is already busted, but I'm going to bet like they do moving forward if I can figure out who they picked! I've got a plan too! Wanna hear it?!”

The mini-platform reached the dock. Suki shook her head, but Katara wanted to hear the plan. Anything to take her mind off the fact that she had killed her opponent. Being with Toph and Suki and seeing how normal the crowd was helped Katara feel better. Even Honoka's girlfriend was really nice to Katara at the after party and she wasn't trying to get anything out of Katara or be flirty. Katara made up in her mind that she wouldn't kill again in this tournament, and if she did, she'd forfeit. It was good that the company could bring women back to life, but what were the costs and effects of doing that?! Katara hoped she would be allowed to bend in the future for ring outs or that she would just lose next round to Boa if things were going to be really violent punch 'em up fests.