Better Brawn [for Daaharu]

Mikayla did not fail to notice that her increased pressure was earning more and more little noises from her suffering prisoner. "Tap out, and you'll feel better," she assured Fallon, with reassurance, though she remained focus on increasing her power. Fallon wasn't at the point of moaning in pain like the trainers usually were, but Mikayla believed that when she hit full power, Fallon would be begging her to let go.

Everything happened exactly as it should when Mikayla engulfed Fallon in her full power. The woman's blue eyes shot wide, and Mikayla could just see the Californian ready to cry out a submission. But, she didn't, and Mikayla's eyebrows lowered as she kept her full power locked in. It had an effect, since Fallon could barely speak for groaning, but she could definitely speak, even if her words were forced. "Add an 'I give up' to your groaning," she said, through gritted teeth, but all she elicited were noises from the brunette that gave her sudden, pleasant chill.

But Mikayla knew she couldn't maintain this level of power if she still made the effort to lift herself off the ground, and Fallon wasn't tapping yet. Still piling on the full pressure of her legs, she lowered herself onto her hip and propped a hand on it to aid in her concentration and application as she continued to compress her legs. By now, both of them were heated and in a sweat, Mikayla feeling warmth up and down both legs and the slick sweat that formed between her thighs and Fallon's midsection. Now having to focus on not letting her legs slip loose from the dampness, Mikayla was hit with her first dose of noticeable fatigue, starting in her calves and creeping up her thighs all the way to her stomach. She wasn't going to be able to hold this bodyscissors all day, but she would not let Fallon be right about any "twigs" or "spaghetti" legs. "Come ooon..."

Actually, now that the bodyscissors was locked in at full strength and wasn't getting any tighter, it wasn't so bad.

...that was what Fallon was telling herself, anyway, although the truth was that this was probably the most brutal thing her iron abs had ever had to endure. Punches were one thing—they were hard, and fast, and could really double a girl over. But they lasted only a second. The aftershocks died down quickly, and, when it was all over, only a small part of the belly was even affected. A bodyscissors like this was different. Fallon's whole stomach was being crushed between those two mighty legs of Mikayla. She needed to keep her abs completely tight, without breaking her concentration for even a second, or she was a goner.

"Rrrrn...grrngh...you're not bad, Mikki...but your legs...are nothing compared to my abs! F-feel how hard they still are! Heh heh hehhhh!" Fallon couldn't even keep herself from groaning and hissing as she spoke, but she managed to do it. She wanted Mikayla to know that she was still fine.

Her physical state was deteriorating, of course, and it was actually going downhill pretty quickly. Fallon's whole body was sweating now, her face was a bright red, and her arms were writhing, her palms slapping against the canvas from time to time as she would just clench her teeth and try to endure the pain. Her breathing started to become more labored, but she could tell that Mikayla was starting to tire, too.

"Haaah...haaa...huuh...mmmrn...no..." Fallon panted, as she would wiggle a little in the scissor hold, refusing to give in, knowing she could outlast the blonde!

Continued effort to force Fallon's surrender had Mikayla starting to pant, as her legs and hips burned like they were being put through the rigors of a lengthy workout. She had been sure that the slow increase in pressure, before hitting a hundred percent of her effort, would get Fallon to give up or pass out from the effort of resisting Mikayla's legs, but it had not happened, even if Fallon was obviously having to strain immensely to hold out and her hands were slapping against the mat. Mikayla could still win this, but it would take holding out a little longer, and her muscles weren't agreeing with that strategy in the slightest. In fact, she thought a thigh was starting to cramp slightly. "They're nice...Fal..." She didn't want to sound breathy, but she was forced to suck in a breath as she replied to her companion. "..but you can't keep them that tight...forever."

By now, the sweat had covered her whole body as the bodyscissors stretched on for several more minutes. It was getting difficult to even hold her ankles together as sweat trickled to them, and she felt her toes brush together, a sign that her grip was definitely slipping instead of maintaining the x-shape. Around the same time, Fallon shifted in the scissors, and Mikayla nearly lost the full grip on her. Making sure that she didn't, she pushed her body up again, locking down on the Californian to immobilize her. Bad idea, because now Mikayla was going to get tired even more rapidly. But she could hold on... And there was no way Fallon could keep holding on for much longer with Mikayla squeezing this roughly.

But time kept passing, and though Fallon started showing more signs that she was nearing the end as her breathing became more of a struggle, judging by the obvious audible clues, and Mikayla wasn't sure she wouldn't just collapse back to the mat from fatigue in a few more seconds. Now she was in between panting and growling to keep her focus, sweat dripping. Though she wanted to keep urging Fallon to quit, she didn't want to dedicate any concentration to speaking now. It was just her legs and Fallon's body, still battling, but Mikayla was getting too close to losing that battle to be happy.

"Rrrr...yes I can! Or, like...like I at least can do it for, guh, longer than you...can k-keep up squeezing!" Fallon would retort, still completely confident, at least outwardly so, even as her condition started really deteriorating. She could finally hear it, though: the fatigue in Mikayla's voice! The blonde was tiring, and tiring fast, by the sound of it. As least as fast as Fallon herself was. Faster, the brunette would have liked to believe! Her abs were still tight, preserving their integrity even as minute after minute passed and more and more force bore down on them. Even though her breath had become bedraggled and she was covered in sweat, she was surviving.

And, actually, that sweat seemed to be helping her! She and Mikayla were both dripping with sweat now—they were probably starting to stink a little, too, after this sort of intense workout—and that sweat seemed to be causing the blonde's legs to slip. "Grrgh...hannh...haa!" Fallon would pant as she wiggled around and felt her blonde counterpart's scissor hold on her loosen. It felt so good not to be crushed, but that just lasted for a second.

Then Mikayla clamped down again. Fallon couldn't help but howl in pain this time, as her abs very nearly broke under the renewed assault.

She barely managed to save herself, but she did it. It was starting to become much less automatic to keep her abs tight, and much more of a struggle. She had to keep telling herself: hard as iron, hard as iron. She had to keep them tight. Her breathing got more and more ragged. Her eyes were bleary with sweat and the tears that Mikayla was squeezing out of her, so she shut her eyes and let her head fall back. Her hands would slide and slap against the mat, but Fallon refused to submit. Her head was spinning, but she knew that she couldn't submit now...not after ten grueling minutes of this challenge. Not when Mikayla was surely only a minute or two from having her legs give out!

"Nope...", was all Mikayla said in retort to Fallon. It wasn't original by any means, but her mind was so focused on keeping her legs at full power that she couldn't come up with anything greater. She just wished that Fallon didn't still have the ability to speak...that would give her more reassurance that the brunette was close to giving in. But she had to be close anyway, didn't she? This scissor hold, even before Mikayla's legs had fully developed, had beaten even her rather brawny brothers. Fallon must have been barely holding on.

Sadly, Mikayla was now too, but at least her renewed effort to keep her feet from slipping free from each other had elicited the first real cry of pain from Fallon. That cry of pain sent another chill through her body and renewed her stamina...if only slightly...to continue this assault and beat the Californian. "Heh...heh..." Fallon was starting to really have hitched breathing now...and by the way her hands shot all over the mat, it was all that the brunette could do to hold out. Mikayla just had to press a little longer...just a little longer.

One of the minutes Fallon wanted to endure passed. Mikayla's back and shoulders, now, were even having to contribute to the hold and burning nearly as badly as her legs were. Another minute passed, and Mikayla was sure she wouldn't be able to sit on her behind for days. She made it one...more...minute, her lungs now suffering with her heavy, labored breaths.

Then it all came apart, all in progression. Her exhausted arms, combined with the sweat, made her hands slip out from under her, her side rattling against the mat. The jarring mistake made Mikayla's feet finally slip free from each other, and her legs uncoiled instantly, again becoming soft, inviting skin and simply draping over Fallon's midsection. Mikayla tried to move her legs to recross them and flex her thighs again. They did not respond, cramping from end to end and feeling like stone, so numb from exertion that she could barely feel the sweat on them anymore. Defeated, she rested her head against the mat.

Then, it hit her. She might have lost.

Tongue hanging out, she lifted her head slightly to look at Fallon, hoping...hoping...that her last effort had rendered the girl incapacitated...even if all she got out of it was a draw.

At this point, Fallon wasn't going to be able to talk. She needed to conserve what breath she had left as she panted and heaved and tried her best to just endure for a couple more minutes. Her abs were barely holding up at this point. Even them, the best abs in the whole wide world, had a limit, as extreme as that limit may be, and over ten minutes of hard crushing by some sinisterly strong and super sexy legs turned out to be pretty damn close to that limit.

"Gyyrh...mmyeh...nnnrr..." Fallon groaned as she twisted about in the reestablished scissor hold. Now, she couldn't help but cry out loudly every now and then, drawing some looks from the few other girls who were exercising around them. Her belly was feeling very tender now, and she had to think hard to keep it from losing its tightness.

"Nnnnrmm!" she cried out again, biting her lip and silently begging for Mikayla to break. She could feel how much the blonde was sweating, and felt the other girl's labored breathing, too. Mikayla had been flexing her legs for almost fifteen straight minutes now, and that was tough for anyone. She had to be close to collapsing. She had to be...

Fallon tried opening her eyes but just saw stars. Her head was spinning unpleasantly. She groaned and let it fall back down to the canvas.

Just as Mikayla collapsed, Fallon made her own mistake, as her concentration failed and her belly softened somewhat. It was just for a second, but in that second Mikayla's legs almost squeezed Fallon in half. That was what it felt like, anyway. Fallon let out a gurgling, pathetic cry as her whole body would fall limp. She didn't pass out...but she was nearly there. She moaned and moaned, her arms slapping weakly on the canvas. She felt Mikayla's legs still around her, but no longer squeezing. She wiggled and tried to turn her body. "No...no..." she whimpered.

Fallon's groaning fed Mikayla with shots of encouragement that, if she could just keep squeezing, this competition would be hers. The brunette was getting louder and louder with her cries, which had to mean that one of those cries would lead to her belly relaxing and giving the blonde's legs enough time to crush Fallon's then-vulnerable midsection. As it turned out, though, neither woman would be able to accomplish exactly what they needed to in order to ensure that they won.

Just as Mikayla slipped, she thought that she felt Fallon's resistance shatter, and her thighs mashed into softened flesh tightly enough to take anyone out after a couple of seconds. But Mikayla could not maintain the pressure in the wake of Fallon's slip-up, as her feet slipped and she rolled onto her side, her legs stiff and betraying her. Maybe...maybe...Fallon's defenses had fallen for long enough that Mikayla had won their bet. The blonde thought she had heard her new friend gurgling, and gurgling could mean Mikayla had succeeded...even if her success had come only at the same time she herself had broken under the strain.

She could barely lift her head, but she did so long enough to take in the sight of Fallon nearly twitching on the mat. Mikayla didn't think, in her fatigue-addled mind, that Fallon was out cold, but she was the next closest thing to it. Exhaustion compelled her to lower her head onto her own drenched arm, heave out a few heavy breaths, and close her eyes for a moment as she processed what had just happened. Her legs were spent. They might as well have been tied to Fallon's midsection, as cramped and weakened as they were at the moment with Mikayla only able to move her toes to remember that they were still down there. Even if she could move them, she was too tired to deliver any more punishment. So she was out. It was obvious that Fallon was out, even if she was not completely unconscious. So it seemed like her assumption was right. Both of them had accomplished what they wanted to, with Mikayla leaving Fallon incapacitated and Fallon bringing Mikayla's legs to their breaking point, but neither one of them had actually won. Despite  how miserable and apathetic she felt in this state of fatigue, disappointment crept in. They had no result!

Opening her violet eyes, she stared across the canvas at the girl still wedged between her limp legs. Her breathing had slowed slightly, so she spoke up timidly, but clearly. "...Fallon?", she addressed to see if the woman was back to the point where she could speak.

Fallon was in a haze. Being squeezed that way would have knocked anyone with a lesser belly out for a few seconds. Heck, it very nearly took Fallon out even with her superior belly-based defenses. When she had let her abs relax and Mikayla's legs had given her that one last big squeeze...that was one of the most painful moments Fallon had ever experienced. Mikayla really was good. She had come close to knocking Fallon out with nothing but belly abuse.

She had come close—but Fallon was still awake. She was dizzy, and her mind wasn't quite all there, as it reached out in a dozen different directions, bringing up random thoughts and memories, in a state of quasi-free association. Random words sprung from nowhere to the front of her consciousness, where they were associated with names and places and actions in ways that made very little sense. The strangest of them was probably a foggy picture of Mikayla on the beach holding a potted palm tree, talking about old sitcoms. It was confusing enough that it finally got Fallon to question it, and that began the process of bringing her out of her haze.

Fallon could hear Mikayla wheezing, too, and still didn't feel anything on her belly other than the residual pain of the previous squeezing. It seemed that she had achieved what she had set out to do: Mikayla hadn't been able to get Fallon to submit before her legs gave out. Of course, the Californian had been made to cry and scream and nearly pass out. If Fallon wasn't as stubborn and proud as her belly was strong, she might have submitted. Really, Mikayla had done what she had set out to do, too, and bring Fallon to her figurative knees.

As Fallon's thoughts cleared, she realized that they had no result, and were no closer to deciding their little fitness challenge than when they started.

She heard Mikayla say her name, softly but clearly. Slowly, Fallon would open her eyes, wincing a little as she looked into one of the ceiling lights. She quickly brought her star-obscured gaze down to Mikayla. As the flashes of light subsided, she would find herself staring into Mikayla's lovely violet eyes once again. She blinked away the last few tears.

"Hey, Mikki..." Fallon would reply, in a hoarse whisper. "So..."

As competitive as Mikayla was, she obviously wished Fallon, whom she already thought might be her friend for a long, long time, no ill will in the slightest. In fact, it would have probably been better for Fallon, too, if the brunette had tapped out earlier on or if Mikayla had knocked her unconscious at some point after she had dialed the pressure up to a hundred, because then, Fallon's body, and Mikayla's body too for that matter, would not have had to strain for so long. Mikayla smiled a little when she saw Fallon turn to her, glad she hadn't completely and totally left the woman a puddle on the mat. She herself sure could have passed for a puddle, she imagined.

Seeing Fallon look at her, and the reassuring of knowing her companion wasn't in the worst shape ever, made her think she would be perfectly content to lay here and revel in the awesomeness of the battle they had just had for hours, as the woman remained between her sore legs. The same tingling notes of bliss from before, that had disappeared in the heat of such a grueling battle, returned, and Mikayla grinned at Fallon. "So...that was awesome...", she breathed, smitten with the experience. In some way, it felt as if she and Fallon had shared some sort of new bond. was an odd thought, but one she did not dwell on, content as she was. Maybe that was her brain telling her she was too tired to think straight. The silly, lazy giggle she released was probably testament to that. "Awesome in a 'I-think-my-legs-are-liquefied' sort of way..." For some reason, this victory was different from the ones she had been a part of before. Maybe it was because Fallon was, very clearly, pretty much her equal.

And because they were equals, they had solved nothing. Her smile drooped slightly. "So...do-over?", she asked, but given their competitive natures, it was a given that they would have their do-over. "But I don't think legs-vs.-belly is going to ever result in more than this..."

Fallon knew that she was in somewhat worse shape than her blonde counterpart. It was to be expected, since she was the one on the receiving end of their bodyscissors exchange. Competitive as she was, she didn't feel bad about almost being knocked unconscious, she couldn't help but admire Mikayla even more than before, having felt the power contained within those legs rather than merely looking at them and admiring them from afar. She would sigh a little as she heard the Minnesotan speaking, and would try to smile, although with the pain she was in it couldn't help but look a little forced.

"It...it was awesome..." Fallon would say, in full agreement with her flaxen-haired new friend. It felt like something very special had happened, and it had. Fallon was pretty much head-over-heels for Mikayla right now, and now not even her uncertainty over how Mikayla might react to a naughtier or more sexual advance was going to stop her from trying it out on the beautiful, buxom blonde.

Unfortunately, her fatigue was going to stop her. She tried to sit up, only to feel an explosion of pain in her stomach. She cried out again and fell down flat, panting heavily once more. Her stomach was going to be hurting for a while now after all the stress Mikayla's incredible legs had put on it. Reluctantly, she would remain still, breathing deeply as she would look into Mikayla's eyes again. "You...guh, got me good...I feel like a spider who got squished..." Fallon would croak. She would bring both of her hands up and place them gently on Mikayla's limp leg. She rubbed her hands across the smooth skin and sighed.

She smiled again. "Like...yeah, we need to have another fight. But...maybe a real one, right? Did they tell you that they had one planned for your first match?" She stopped and winced as she felt another twinge of pain in her abs. "Because if they didn't...we should totally fight in the ring. And I'll beat your cute little butt!"