A Date with Confession [for Daaharu]

The Minnesotan felt the resulting stinging on the side of her foot from Fallon's bop as she frustratingly angled herself back into position to slide around the curve rather than go over it (screw this AI!). With an unmenacing growl as she reeled the foot back in and watched three of the stupid AI zip their way into place around her, behind Fallon, before she got back up to speed, Mikayla bit at her lip and worked to get her focus back, having to take the next turn incredibly wide when she didn't get herself quite righted to perfectly drift around it. For the moment, this frustrated her-

Until she watched a blue shell speed past where she had been a half-second before, tearing down the track. "Oooohhh...", Mikayla rang out, unable to come up with any other way to respond to it in the spur of the moment, but taking off to follow it down the track once she swung back into a good racing line. When she was sure she didn't have anything to dodge, and her brain caught up, she caught onto what the blue shell would mean for the Californian across the couch.

Mikayla cut her violet eyes towards the brunette, just in time to see her smash every single button on her controller and go frantic-eyed. "Uh oh!", the blonde chimed, as she picked up a boost and shot past two of the AI - and a half-second later, past a mostly stationary Birdo on the tracks. "See what I mean, it's this frickin'- hey!"

Just as she passed the AI Donkey Kong in first, a hard push against her shoulder made her torso bounce to the side - one from Fallon, no doubt! "Bad!" With the instinct born of hundreds of times gaming with her brothers when they would pull their crap to try and bully her, Mikayla snapped around until she was sideways on the couch, legs straightened out on the couch beside her, and pushed out both feet against Fallon's hip and thigh in defense, while she craned back towards the TV and stuck her tongue out to make sure the Californian didn't whip out any tricks!

So far neither of them had actually hit each other with any items, and Fallon recognized that even as she was shoving Mikayla's shoulder and sending her bobbing to the side. Maybe she was just trying to get some revenge for her blonde friend kicking at her during her earlier bout of bad luck.

Or maybe Fallon just wanted to touch Mikki some more. She wasn't really thinking any of this through, as focused as she was on the game, on trying to get back up to speed and finish the hurdling section as she fell back four, then five places, grumbling as she cursed her bad luck. Thankfully, the next section of the track was a steep downhill, and she was able to speed up quickly, getting just enough momentum to cut the corners of a couple of the big loops...

...but things got thrown off when Mikki shoved her aaaaall the way to the side of the couch, hitting the armrest and squishing her there with those long, strong legs! Fallon's arm jolted to the side and her kart spun out, going too far along the loop, past where she wanted to jump, then clipping the edge of the track and tumbling over into the abyss, not responding at all to Fallon's frantic button-pressing! "Damn it, Mikki! That is SO cheating!" Fallon would exclaim, as Lakitu slowly hauled Birdo and the kart up and back onto the track. So damn slow. It gave Fallon time to think about her predicament...and think about revenge on Mikki for putting her in it!

Fallon didn't want to sit waaaaaay over on the side of the couch. It would throw off her groove for the rest of the race, and Mikki would win for sure. So, while Lakitu was still lifting her up, Fallon would lean away from those invasive feet, popping free and up onto her feet, and then, just as Birdo was set back down, she would drop her butt down on Mikayla's bare belly, trying to force the air out of the blonde while also getting a comfy new seat right in the center of the couch as she quickly began the process of catching up to the leaders during this eventful second lap!

"It's... self-defense!"

Without an ounce of conviction in her voice - a great absent-mindedness brought on by her focus, more like - the blonde, holding her friend pinned to the other side of the couch with her long, stiffened legs, made sure that she didn't screw up her battle with the AI at the front, doing everything she could to bash them back and hold them off to protect herself, as she sped her way towards the third lap with what she hoped would be an insurmountable lead on the Californian.

It was when she peeped over at Fallon's half of the screen that she saw Birdo being lifted up from out of a fall, and Mikayla, hardly realizing it was her doing given her anger at the hyper-aggressive AI plowing them both with every item in the game, let loose with a quick grin that never sealed while she ended up hanging her mouth open in concentration.

Enough concentration that she, though she noticed Fallon escaping from her shoving, didn't see what Fallon was coming to do until the shapely brunette appeared in her peripheral. The blonde just started to turn to her when all however-many-pounds of sculpted sexy started to drop down towards her not-quite-as-sculpted gut. "Fal, n- aaagh!"

Mikayla's body folded inwards towards the dropping Californian, and one hand flew off of her controller in the meanwhile. "Nuuugh... whyyy thiiiis...", she groaned, slow to respond as she curled up against Fallon's weight and tried to get her wind back.

When the corner of her eye caught the edge of the screen, though, to see that she was pounding into a wall and two of the AI racers had sped past her, the blonde found in her way too much determination to will herself back into focus for such a pointless thing as a Mario Kart race. "Cheeeap!", Mikayla cried, as she tried to sit back up, all while holding desperately onto her buttons to get turned straight again and accelerate. With Fallon almost in her line of sight and making the controller thing difficult with her arms in the way, the blonde retaliated, sticking her elbow into her newest friend's gut and trying to push her off-balance and backward, so her rear would drop into the slim space between Mikayla's hips and the back of the couch!

Mikayla started to cry out in protest right before Fallon dropped down on her, but the brunette just was not going to let that little shove slide. She fell off because of it, and she certainly could not keep playing from the awkward angle she would have had at the very end of the couch. So she needed to strike back, and the blonde would just have to recognize that she had started this whole thing, and she was going to get her butt—or, rather, her belly!—kicked because of it!

"Sorry, Mikki, but you made me do it!" Fallon barked over her shoulder, as she accelerated again and, though she did have to take the loops she had intended to cut the corners of in their entirety, she managed to pass Daisy to get out of last place as she made her way into the halfpipe section and, hitting the accelerators along the right wall and then diving back down to hit on the same wall again, she began to make up more ground pretty quickly...until Mikayla's elbow smacked into her unprepared (yet still, obviously, very tight and strong) gut, getting a shocked grunt out of Fallon before she was tipped backwards, her butt sliding from Mikayla's taut tummy into a valley between the blonde's famous legs and the back of the sofa, nearly falling in between the cushions and the back of the couch as her butt started digging her deeper and deeper in!

"Oh, you are SO gonna GET IT!" Fallon would yell, as she would swing one of her own impressive legs upward, getting it high, and then, she would try to slap her thigh down on the back of Mikayla's neck, and then wrenching her leg downwards as she hooked it around the back of her friend's blonde head, trying to bend Mikayla over and push her head so far down towards her own lap that she couldn't even see the screen!

The blonde's strains to force Fallon into the back crevice of the couch intensified while she watched her not-so-precise jabbing at the hard to reach left stick send her wobbling all over the course, with three more AI overtaking her despite her best efforts to fling a barely-captured banana in their direction. "Ungh, no! You're bringing me... down with you!", she groaned, just as she wedged Fallon off of her and down into the couch, leaving her sprawled legs in Mikayla's peripheral vision. There! Now she could... maybe get this thing corrected before all the annoying AI racers got so far away that there was no coming back. Shifting to try and sit up again, the Minnesotan found just enough spare time to start the third lap without anyone else getting past her.

And then warm flesh and muscle pushed into the back of her neck, bending the unprepared blonde to the side with a mildly painful wrench. "Aaahhooow!" Mikalya's hand left the controller long enough for her to push away at the pressure, finding a bit of Fallon's ankle that helped her realize what was going on, and pushed upwards on it as she tried to stick the controller on her own thigh and drive just with the one hand, her fingers on the stick and thumb trying to accelerate. This, combined with her hair spilling in front of her forcibly-craned head rendering her able to see exactly a third of the screen, made it absolutely impossible for her to do anything but hit the wall again.

With a huff, the leggy wrestler dropped her controller onto the couch, knowing she had to get Fallon off of her. "Alright now!", she warned, as she started to power her way up, holding a half-grip onto Fallon's leg so it remained over her shoulder and stabilizing by pulling on the fabric covering Fallon's opposite hip as she did so and trying to cast the Californian into a heap on the couch behind her - a pathetic version of some of the drops she had been trying to perfect in training.

Fallon was catching way up. She was about to pass Mikki, as a matter of fact, as Yoshi  passed through the starting line into the third lap a mere two or three seconds before Birdo came racing up behind him. And then Mikayla just spoiled everything, as she continued her less-than-legal interference attempts and dumped Fallon backward between her legs and the couch cushions, Fallon getting folded up as her butt pushed between the seat cushions and the back cushions and she instinctively jerked her hands down to try to keep her balance, inadvertently sending her kart veering toward the side of the track! As she brought her leg up and around Mikayla's head, Fallon would desperately veer back into a straight path, hitting the big long warp jump just fine, right on Yoshi's tail...

...before Mikayla grabbed onto her leg with one hand and her shorts with the other, hauling Fallon up, pulling the fabric out of alignment on her hips to give her that awkward twisted feeling before, suddenly, Fallon found herself going up and over her friend's blonde head! "No, wait, Mikki, what are y—wwaaaaaaiiiittt!!!"

Fallon's screaming was to no avail, as Mikayla brought her crashing down onto the couch cushion on her back, her legs kicking around above her as she landed in a tangled, ridiculous heap! As soon as the Minnesotan let go, the Cali girl would flop down somewhat pathetically on her side, breathing heavily as the shock of that drop had gotten to her. She had dropped her Wiimote, but she didn't even look at the screen—all she could look at was Mikayla's back as she plotted her revenge, the race totally forgotten at this point! "Like I said...you're gonna GET IT! RIGHT NOW!" Fallon would boom, as she lunged at Mikayla, smacking into the girl's back, gluing herself to it as she wrapped her arms around the blonde's bare tummy and gave her a squeeze from behind! Fallon was going to get her revenge in a very straightforward way—Mikayla dropped her, she'd drop Mikki!

"Over...and OUT!" Fallon would yell, a grin on her face as she tried to haul Mikayla into the air in that hug-from-behind, then fall back, trying to slam Mikayla's head down on the squishy couch cushion in a sudden, crazy suplex!

Almost entirely oblivious to how drastic the race had made her, Mikayla found Fallon's scream completely out of place, and though she was already on her way to grabbing up her Wiimote from behind her thigh, she flashed the Californian a weird look... only to find that the Californian was buried in the cushions in a heap. She couldn't help but think Fallon was clearly being too loud for the situation!

Reeling in the blonde eyebrow she leveled at her friend, Mikayla stayed on her feet and went right back to her racing, twisting her body to the left to help her turn left and get off the wall (because obviously, that helped) and chewing her lower lip. "Okay okay okay," she mumbled, taking stock of everything on the screen once more to decide what she had to do. The distance to catch up with the AI was an immediate point of frustration... but at least Fallon was still behind her, a realization that made Mikayla bob her head in satisfaction.

Speaking of the Californian... Mikayla continued to twist in front of the couch, her contortions making her racing all the more intense, and heard the brunette yell out from behind her. Upset because Mikayla was ahead of her! Too bad. "You're just un- Huh!"

Driving weight smacked into her back, nearly throwing her forward onto her face. Adrenaline coursing through her already made it so she didn't completely teeter over and caught on one foot... but the foot didn't do near as much to keep her upright as the arms wrapping around her belly. Mikayla stared down at them in confusion. "What are y-"

The words gave way to the girliest shocked scream as she felt her feet leave the floor, and before Mikayla could process what was happening, the TV spun down through her vision, followed by the light in the room behind them, and then-

Everything from her upper back to her forehead crashed into a mostly-soft but nonetheless resistant surface, and Mikayla could see nothing but her own crotch.

"Uuugn...", she groaned, too disoriented to realize that she was upside down and bent over the back of the couch, ass straight in the air.

Fallon was not going to let Mikki get away with all of that blatant cheating! Twisting her shorts and panties up into a knot, shoving her back into the crevice behind the cushions and then throwing her down in a tangled mess, then getting up and continuing to race while on her feet, like Fallon was doing all this crazy stuff herself and it was just some kind of distraction to ignore! Well, no way, Mikkay! With her friend's back turned, Mikayla was just begging for vengeance to be exacted upon her, and Fallon would do it promptly, getting up and grabbing the Yoshi-playing girl from behind!

She chuckled in Mikayla's ear as she wrapped her up tight, giving her a little squeeze around her belly, Fallon's crotch glued to Mikayla's ass, her whole torso pressing into Mikayla's back. She sucked in a big gulp of air to gather some energy before she lifted Mikayla up and dumped the cute blonde down on her head on the couch, leaving her with her butt sticking up in the air and those toned, powerful legs framing her shocked face! Folded up like a matchbook, it was a fitting punishment for the Minnesotan, and Fallon would peer down at Mikayla from just above her butt and stick her tongue out!

"That's what you get, Mikki!" she insisted, drumming her hands on the blonde's shorts-covered butt cheeks to rub in how vulnerable the girl was. "Now, if you excuse me, I have a race to win!"

Fallon picked up her own Wiimote and took a seat. Not on the couch, no; seeing that nice, thick butt still sticking up in the air, Fallon would take a seat on Mikki's upturned butt, to keep the blonde in that helpless matchbook position while Fallon began driving again, grabbing a golden mushroom and starting the process of trying to catch up to the AI—or at least beat out Yoshi!

"Uhhhnn..."

The second complaint left Mikayla's lips as she crept into understanding where she was and what Fallon had done to her - an excruciatingly slow process with her reality nothing but her own folded-up body, a couch cushion in one eye and the view of the ceiling past her legs in the other. The blonde blinked several times to reel herself in, but in spite of the fact that she hadn't exactly been hurt save for how much her thick body had been jostled, trying to unfold herself seemed as much a mental challenge as it was a physical one.

And that Fallon had flattened her and left her like this - she realized her ass was stuck straight in the air the moment Fallon's hands started to rain down upon her cheeks - made the rolled-up Minnesotan grow red in the face and start the first squirming towards straightening herself and regaining her pride. And not... having herself there looking like some pathetic-

Before she could come up with another reason to distress about her position and that Fallon was responsible for it, a weight descended onto her upturned butt, and Mikayla let loose a worried mewl as she was folded deeper into the couch with a blinding amount of cushion.

Despite her physical problems - now her chest was in her face, and her hands could only grope around for purchase - what filled the blonde's mind the most was that Fallon was sitting on her again. For what must have been the fiftieth time in the past few days, to the point of exhaustion, Mikayla felt herself react.

She had to... get up. She would never hear the end of it - and never keep herself together - letting Fallon sit her into a victory like this. The race was long gone for her, but she could still make it so that she didn't... totally lose all of her dignity.

Not that she had many options. She wriggled, only finding that it worked her deeper into the cushion.

Instinct took over, and Mikayla got what little grip she could on the couch cushions by her hands, working to swing her legs down a touch. For a moment, her bare feet swung aimlessly in the air, but as one of her toes brushed what must have been Fallon's hair, the blonde wrenched her body to try and swing her legs down far enough to find Fallon's head somewhere between her ankles or calves.

Fallon was catching up to the CPU racers fast, the combination of primo last-place items and her natural awesomeness at this game taking her from almost a full lap behind to just a few seconds behind the pack. But it was becoming clear that she was just not going to have enough track to take first place. If there was a fourth lap, then she would have been confident. But it looked like Princess Peach was going to take this one.

It was disappointing, but at least Birdo was going to be finishing ahead of Yoshi. That was what really mattered. Fallon spared a very occasional glance down at Mikayla's face, noticing how red it got, the Minnesotan obviously embarrassed that she had been beaten in their little slam-based skirmish and in the contest of karting ability.

Fallon wasn't looking down at Mikayla when the blonde swung her legs up, pushing against Fallon's butt to try to unfold herself, gluteal muscles tensing and flexing against Fallon's own butt cheeks as she started to lift the brunette up into the air! Fallon gasped, taking her eyes off the television as she started to reach down—but Mikki was able to get those feet first on her face, rubbing bare toes on Fallon's lips, and then, as Fallon inevitably slipped off of her unstable perch, those feet were able to slip down and around her jawline!

"Gaaaahkk! Get those stinky things away from me!" Fallon would exclaim, still having to tease Mikayla a little bit as she would whack at the feet with her hands, trying to wiggle away before they could clamp down!