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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.
