The Goddesses vs Counterstrike: Sybian Match!

Beach Hentai Match
Sybian Match: Team of the first girl to orgasm on the Sybian loses
Bring Your Own Toys: No toys other than the Sybian will be provided, girls must bring their own

"Seriously, you don't have any?"

"No way, Alyssa. I have better things to do. I need to build myself up more."

"Figures. You treat your weights like I treat my ladies."

"I have not brought strange weights back home at 5 AM."

"Point."

Banter aside, it was not a good day for Morgan. She was initially thrilled that she could finally wrestle as part of a tag-team with her best friend, but that excitement was quickly squashed when she heard what exactly that match would be. Sometimes, she really had to jump through hoops for Alyssa. She just hoped it'd turn out well for them.

That hope was fading fast as she lugged around two heavy cardboard boxes full of Alyssa's "toys" and lube. This was the worst kind of match, the one where her chastity was in danger at every moment. At least Alyssa was charitable enough to say she'd keep the two girls off of her back. Still, she wore her normal ring attire to the match. No sense in making it easy for them to get to her. Alyssa, on the other hand, was rocking a bikini.

"I have always wondered, why do you carry those prop swords around?"

"Eh, they look cool. I'll get ones made of steel eventually."

"Oh, dear. That does not seem very safe."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, I'm not going to keep them sharp. Christ, you think I'd have the time to do more than polish them every once in a while?"

"Fair enough."

At this point, they were just talking idly until their opponents of the day arrived. At least it would keep Morgan calm. No need for her to be all jittery about this, right? Colonel Granite and Bomber Blank could handle two girls, for sure! Morgan looked to the water, then briefly paused before she turned back to her friend.

"You think I'll get DQed for swimming out too far?"

"Morgan! Goddamn it, just focus already!"

There was no dissent among the Goddesses, as there was among their opponents. The two heavenly sisters were both very experienced in hentai wrestling, and with this sort of sex in general, and were ready to notch another victory in their quest to become the tag team champions of AFW.

The two Goddesses strutted down the beach in matching bikinis. They had ditched their heavier, more ornate ring garb in favor of light, tight-fitting thong bikinis, made out of pure, white Egyptian cotton and covered in hieroglyphics. To complete their sexy ensembles, each Goddess also had a sheer white sarong wrapped around her waist, partially obscuring the views of their long, tan, toned legs.

“There they are, Big Sister,” Bastet would say, motioning with her head towards the two figures standing about a hundred yards down the beach. She would have pointed at them, but her arms were full. The box of toys she was carrying was heavy.

Anubis nodded. “Looks like it. Let’s go introduce ourselves, then…” Her own arms were also full. The two Goddesses made their way down the beach and, once they got close, they would each set their box of toys down. Once they were unencumbered, the two Egyptian deities would make their way forward towards the other tag team, smiles on their faces. Bastet would lift a hand and wave at the other two as they approached. They walked slowly, swaying their hips, letting their opponents enjoy the view.

And just like that, the Goddess arrived on the scene. Morgan and Alyssa found themselves staring at their opponents of the day, although their reasons were quite different.

"Wow, look at that...."

"I know, right? Holy shit, their tits are amazing!"

"No, I mean the cotton. Alyssa, that thread count must be nearing 1000. We need sheets like that."

"... Well, it does chafe a lot if I don't toss everything off of the bed. I'll take that under advisement."

It seemed like Alyssa was the only one of the two who could appreciate the beauty of the Goddesses. The odds were stacked, and so were they! While the self proclaimed Bomber was practically drooling over them, Morgan was going to offer to help them carry their boxes until they happened to set them down. She just slunk back and let her best friend do the talking.

"Well, hey there. You ladies ready for the best match you'll have all year?" Alyssa called out, a chipper grin on her face as she ogled the tanned twins.

The Goddesses couldn’t make out what sort of conversation the other two girls were having as they approached, but if they had heard it, it would have made them giggle. Alyssa’s reaction was very much appreciated, but was also rather expected. Morgan’s, on the other hand, was irreverent, almost insulting. But it was also brilliantly funny, and the Goddesses could appreciate something like that.

As the black-haired girl called out to them, the Goddesses would look to each other and smile, and then smile at the excited girl who they would soon be fighting. “The best match we’ve had all year, huh? We’ll see,” Bastet would reply, stepping forward until she was just a few paces away from Alyssa. She then put her hands on her hips and puffed her chest out, trying to impress her opponents even more. “That’s a tall order you’re setting for yourself. We’ll see if you can really measure up.”

Anubis, meanwhile, would eye Morgan, sizing the larger of their two opponents up, before her gaze would drift to the cardboard boxes that Alyssa and Morgan had brought with them. The elder Goddess smiled, and looked back to the two girls. “It seems the two of you have brought almost as many toys as my sister and I.”

"Impress? Well, hold on there. I ain't looking to impress. I'm looking to fuck you so hard you get turned into a veggie." Alyssa cackled, her lusty grin widening as she looked Bastet over. Yep, 10/10. She'd be taking the younger Goddess on soon. Meanwhile, Morgan would be making her small talk with her counterpart.

"Tell me about it. I really did not know my friend had that many." Morgan shook her head as she talked to Anubis. "Well, Alyssa does have her... Preferences. She is a free spirit, so she says. Others may say she is a wild child. I would agree with the latter, rather unfortunately."

In response, the Bomber just pointed at the pink haired girl, her other hand cupping her mouth as she said one fateful word out loud to the Goddesses.

"Pruuuuude."

“Wow,” Bastet would reply, whistling softly as Alyssa threatened to fuck her so hard that she became a vegetable. “It’s great to see that you’re so confident. If you were any less so, it would make for a much less interesting match,” the Goddess intoned, feeling Alyssa’s eyes all over her perfect tan body as they stood just a short distance apart. “Your confidence is misplaced, but that’s understandable. This is going to be a lot of fun for all of us involved.”

Meanwhile, Anubis would keep speaking with Morgan, smirking as the taller of the two members of the rival tag team expressed her bewilderment and consternation at being forced into such a match. “Judging by your tone, I suppose you don’t share your friend’s preferences, hmm?” Anubis would ask.

Alyssa herself would confirm that, as she pointed to Morgan and whispered that very brief description to the Goddesses. The two deities both smirked, looking from one opponent to the other. This was going to be a very interesting match.

"Misplaced? I'm looking forward to you taking those words back. That is, if you can talk with me demolishing your cunt." Alyssa grinned, her arms spread wide apart as she took a few steps back. When the match started, she'd be gunning for Bastet.

"Language, Alyssa!" Morgan immediately called her friend out on it, deflating the moment almost immediately. The Bomber just sighed heavily as her pink haired friend immediately went back to idle chit-chat with Anubis.

"Oh, you know. I am not all that cut out for this part of the job. You know how it is. You like women, I like men, we are just how we are, eh?" The Canadian brawler actually looked sort of bashful at the moment. "I would not accept these kinds of matches if my best friend was not asking me to. I mean, would you ever accept a hardcore match? I would think not, unless your partner was going into it with you. That is how I feel about it. You understand, right?"

Needless to say, Alyssa was not amused at Morgan's attempts at a heart to heart.

"Oh, come on! Seriously, get back here! The match is going to start soon. Good fucking God, I just want to pork the cat eared one already!" The Bomber yelled. With an embarrassed look to both her partner and Anubis, Morgan just mumbled an apology to her jackal-eared counterpart before retreating back to her side.

With that, the bell was rung. The match was now on!

“You really are confident! It’s adorable,” Bastet would shoot back, glad to taunt her opponent so long as the girl was taunting her. It was all fun and friendly right now, but they would see if it would stay that way once they got into the actual fight.

Anubis smiled sympathetically as Morgan explained what she was doing here and why she agreed to be a part of this sort of match. “You are a very good friend to her, if you would do something like this, so far out of your comfort zone. I’ve been spoiled, I suppose, by having a partner my entire life whose goals and whose desires align so closely with mine…as sisters, we have that sort of bond, you know…” Anubis really was impressed by Morgan. If it had been the opposite situation, Anubis probably could not have done what Morgan was going to do.

Soon, though, at Alyssa’s prodding, they would have to end their conversation, and the bell rang to begin the match. Bastet chuckled and stepped forward, tilting her head towards Alyssa. “So, you like my ears, huh? A lot of girls do. You just wait and see how I can use them…” She would give Alyssa a wink.

"Adorable? I'll be saying that when I have you mewling!" Alyssa crowed, beating her chest to psych herself up as they traded that last bit of banter before the match started. Meanwhile, her friend was nodding along to the things Anubis had to say. Of course Morgan would be more amenable to friendly interactions with others.

"Oh, you flatter me. But thank you! You deserve somebody as loyal and as warm as your sister. Win or lose, I hope you two have a good future together, both professionally and personally." It was rather formal and awkward, but Morgan's sincerity was almost embarrassing.

She didn't mention anything about the possible incest, of course. Her guess was that it was legal in Japan, so there was no need to bring it up.

When the match began for real, Alyssa just grinned at what her counterpart said before signalling Morgan to move out. Moving as one, the two friends started charging at the Goddesses. Colonel Granite was faster than her partner, her arm swinging out to deliver a lariat to Anubis. Bomber Blank, on the other hand, came in low with a double leg takedown to try and trip Bastet up!

“We’ll see!” Bastet would shoot back, keeping it simple as the bell rang to start the match. This Alyssa seemed like the eager sort—eager to prostrate herself before the glorious Goddesses and worship them as the icons of sex that they were.

Meanwhile, Anubis would smile dip her head a little in acknowledgement of what Morgan was saying. The way that Colonel Granite said what she did, Anubis thought that the girl might have gotten a very…unique impression of the Goddesses. Anubis would have looked to correct it, but, frankly, she had other things she had to focus on right now and, truth be told, Morgan’s evaluation of their relationship was not…entirely wrong.

The Goddesses would move forward. Their opponents moved forward a little faster, and so the Goddesses would glance at each other and decide to just plant their feet and let the others come at them. As Morgan came at Anubis with her arm outstretched, the Goddess would try to grab onto that arm, hoping to then use Morgan’s momentum against her to swing her around and throw her down. Meanwhile, Bastet was ready for something similar, but Alyssa would go low, taking the feline Goddess’s legs out from under her.

“Yagah!” Bastet exclaimed, as she felt herself beginning to fall backwards. She wasn’t going to let Alyssa take her down without a little retaliation. It was a hentai match, after all, so Bastet would reach down and grab onto the back of Alyssa’s head, trying to shove the girl’s face up hard against her heavenly crotch and tighten her legs around Alyssa as she felt her back hit the sand.