A Simple Slipup

Sarnai was pumped to find herself joining the AFW, especially once she entered the locker rooms. While there were already plenty of beautiful women outside, inside the lockers were several ladies in various levels of undress, quite arousing to the Mongolian sumo's eyes. Of course, she was looking for her own locker, quite a distance from the entrance in the surprisingly large, warm room, already causing the half naked wrestler to sweat quite a bit. Of course, once she finally arrived to the row she was looking for, she was surprised by its emptiness, especially since there would be nobody to oogle.

Of course, she walked over to her locker, or what she presumed was her locker, immediately trying to open up the lock. She had a surprising amount of difficulty doing so, but finally, after some tussling with the diminutive object, finally opened it, wiping away some of the sweat on her forehead. "I wonder why that was so difficult. . . " She mused to herself, looking at the contents. She was slightly surprised to see that inside, there was a navy blue mawashi, rather than the pink one she thought she had brought, but she simply assumed that she had perhaps brought the her own navy blue one instead, beginning to strip down and ready herself for some training, hoping 'her' mawashi would complement her nicely.

Miyabi bounced into the locker room and smiled as she looked around, seeing all of the wrestlers dressing and undressing, some coming from the steamy shower room that was largely responsible for the heat and humidity of the entire locker area, some others only just heading out into the gym to begin their training. Some of the girls gave each other coy looks, not caring whether anyone else saw them and knew what they were up to. Miyabi wondered how many of those pairs of girls were already couples, and how many of them had only just found someone interesting to play with.

Miyabi felt as though she had a whole new perspective on such things recently, considering that she was much more...experienced than she once was. She could notice the little things now, or so she thought. The truth was, Miyabi was still a little blunt, and it still took her a while to pick up the subtext of a conversation, especially if it was in English, a language which she was only just beginning to become fluent in. But, luckily for her, most of the other AFW wrestlers were pretty blunt themselves! There was very little beating around the bush in this league, and Miyabi definitely respected that. As a sumo training in the ancient art under one of AFW's most respected champions, she considered it honorable to be straightforward and honest in all matters of importance.

As she thought about these things, Miyabi walked back to the locker in which she had stored her mawashi and some other simple equipment the previous day. Her workout had been exhausting, and she had decided to go out to eat with a fellow wrestler afterwards. She hadn't wanted to bring along her wrestling gear, and so she had left it in the locker room. It was more convenient, anyway, since now she didn't have to carry it with her everywhere. She didn't have a lock yet, but the lockers themselves were not exactly easy to open, so she felt secure in the knowledge that her mawashi, as important as it was, would be safe.

To Miyabi's delight, she would not be the only girl back in this remote section of the locker room—and the other girl in this row, judging by her looks, would make a perfect sumo wrestler, if she wasn't one already! Miyabi grinned, unable to keep her excitement to herself, and her heart practically skipped a beat. She bounced down the aisle and gave a little wave as soon as the girl noticed her. <Hi, there! Your locker's right next to mine!> Miyabi would say cheerfully, speaking in her native Japanese. <It's funny that the two of us would be right next to each other, right?> It really was quite the coincidence that the two chubby girls were locker neighbors. Miyabi would turn around to squeeze past the other big girl on the same side of the wooden bench that went down the middle of the aisle. Of course, as big as they both were, their butts ended up squishing together as Miyabi made her way past. Her face turned a little red and she giggled as she would finish squeezing through and move to open her locker.

When she reached for the locker, something seemed a little off. In her head, she ran through the events of the previous day. She could have sworn that this locker was not the same one that she had put her mawashi into—its handle felt different, and it seemed to slide open a little more easily. The number on it just didn't ring a bell for the Japanese girl. But seeing a few basic pieces of equipment inside, Miyabi would think nothing of it, and began to strip, pulling off her T-shirt and sliding off her skirt, so that she was standing there in nothing but her underwear, which were special limited-edition panties commemorating the new season of one of Miyabi's favorite animes.

Only then did Miyabi take a closer look at the contents of the locker. Contents that she didn't recognize at all—including a pink mawashi! Miyabi scrunched up her face in confusion as she leaned into the locker, picking up the mawashi and examining it, her panty-clad butt sticking up behind her. <What the...?>

Sarnai looked at Miyabi, struggling for a second to remember the correct japanese, before finally speaking out. "Hello, nice to meet you too." She replied with some minor difficulty, smiling at the quite chubby wrestler, reminding her a lot of herself. She was already dressed in the blue mawashi, feeling slightly off but putting no thought into it, as she focused her attention on the other wrestler.

"Yeah, it's a bit funny, you're a sumo too? The name's Sarnai by the way." Sarnai added, moaning a tiny bit under her breath as Miyabi's rear pressed against her own butt. Once Miyabi started stripping down, Sarnai definitely appreciated the view, taking quite a nice look at the other wrestler's plump body, licking her lips at the sight. However, once she looked inside and saw a very familiar pink mawashi. "Wait a minute. . . oh crap, oops. . ." Sarnai began, blushing as she began to realize her mistake.

When the girl spoke back to her, it was obvious to Miyabi that Japanese was not her first language. Well, no wonder—she didn't look Japanese at all. Miyabi herself had struggled to learn English during her first year at AFW, so she understood how difficult it could be to try to speak in a non-native tongue. The first language of AFW, after all, was English, despite its Tokyo location, because of the huge number of American wrestlers who had flooded into the league shortly after its creation. Foreigners from around the world, who spoke English due to its increasingly apparent lingua franca status, soon followed.

This girl didn't look like a native English speaker, though. She was clearly Asian, and Miyabi first thought that she might be Chinese. But when she got a closer look at the girl's face when she turned to reply, Miyabi immediately realized that this girl was Mongolian. With all of the illustrious Mongolian sumo wrestlers, including several yokozunas, who were participating at the highest levels of the sumo world nowadays, Miyabi couldn't possibly fail to identify this girl's beautiful, somewhat dusky features as anything else. Miyabi wondered if she should speak English to try to accomodate the girl, but wasn't sure if that would be any better than Japanese.

Before she could reply or make any decisions, however, she was shaken by the discovery of the pink mawashi where her navy blue one should have been. She wasn't left wondering about what had become of her mawashi very long. Over her shoulder, she heard the cute Mongolian, who had identified herself as Sarnai, curse at herself under her breath, and when Miyabi would look back at her, she saw where her blue mawashi had gone. The Japanese girl would gasp softly, and felt blood involuntarily rush to her cheeks. To think that this cute girl was wearing her mawashi...!

<Hey!> Miyabi would exclaim, standing straight up. She held onto the pink mawashi with one hand while she pointed at Sarnai with the other hand. <That's my mawashi! I am a sumo, and every sumo knows that you don't steal another sumo's mawashi! Are you going to steal all of my Kit-Kats next!?> Miyabi was playing her reaction up for effect, and couldn't help but chuckle at herself a little bit, smiling and probably ruining her intended tough-girl act. But she wasn't done yet! <I'm not going to let you steal my mawashi! So...>

She would try to slip off her panties as gracefully as possible, but one foot got caught, and she had to flail for a couple of seconds before regaining her balance. Her face was a deep red as she realized that now she was embarrassing herself.  But she continued, tossing her panties into one of the two open lockers—she didn't pay much attention to which—and then sliding the pink mawashi down around her feet, then up her legs to fit it snugly into place on her own body! She was impressed by how nicely it fit her without having to adjust it.

<So if you want your mawashi back, you'll need to give mine back! And you'd better hurry, before I make it all stinky and sweaty...> She would giggle and stick her tongue out as she ran in place for a few seconds to illustrate how she would go about that.

"Ah, crap, I didn't mean to get in your locker like that!" Sarnai blushed, apologizing profusely to Miyabi. Her suspicions were confirmed by Miyabi herself, who seemed to be trying to show herself off as tough, but came off rather silly to the mongolian sumo. This effect was further tarnished by Miyabi's attempt to take off her own panties, which caused Sarnai to chuckle quite a bit, even though she tried desperately to stop herself.

As a result of the mixup, Sarnai tried to check the locker to seemingly confirm the fact, realizing there were a few differences. However, this was soon met by a random pair of panties harmlessly falling atop her head. This sudden act, combined with Miyabi's threats of stinking up her own mawashi, immediately made Sarnai blush immensely, as she felt extremely embarrassed. "Hey! D-don't throw your panties at me!" Sarnai immediately reacted, throwing the panties back at Miyabi. "And I'll take off your mawashi, just give me mine, please."

The Mongolian sumo girl obviously felt embarrassed and maybe even a little upset by the faux pas that she had committed, and Miyabi felt like maybe she should let the girl off easy without any further teasing or posturing. But now Miyabi was a little embarrassed, too, as she had so much trouble pulling off her panties and heard the chuckles that Sarnai could not quite stifle, and she wanted to rub it in a little bit more. The panties falling on Sarnai's head were just a happy coincidence, but when they fell, Miyabi could not help but hoot with laughter.

Miyabi should have expected her panties to be thrown back at her, but for whatever reason it hadn't crossed her mind. When Sarnai threw them back at her, they hit Miyabi in the face, then, as she took a couple of steps back in surprise, they dropped down to land on top of her ample breasts, hanging down to partially cover one of her nipples. Miyabi's blush was almost as red as Sarnai's as she puffed out her cheefs and huffed angrily. "Bad girl! Very bad girl!" she would say in English. "You need a...a spanking!"

She would switch back to her native Japanese as she snatched the panties off of her breasts and moved forward, dangling them in front of Sarnai. < I didn't throw them at you, but you threw them at me! What a meanie!> she would say. She would try to rub the panties in the Mongolian girl's pretty face. <Here you go! Hee hee hee!> Miyabi would giggle. After a few seconds, though, she would let the panties go, then step back and put her hands on her hips. <If I take off yours, how do I know you'll give me mine back, huh? You give me back mine, and then I'll give you yours!> She would grin and stick her tongue out. <Better do it quickly, because I want to start exercising and getting sweaty!> She would wiggle her butt a little bit to illustrate her point, her plush rear swishing back and forth in that pink mawashi.

Sarnai almost regretted her sudden throwing of the panties, that was, until they landed on Miyabi's breasts, conveniently leaving one hidden for a short while. This alone caused her to laugh for a bit, temporarily forgetting everything else that had occurred, at least until Miyabi reacted. "I'm sorry!" Sarnai said in her own, slightly better english, hoping she hadn't completely ruined things between herself and the Japanese Sumo, especially since she was so interested in her.

Her apologies would end when Sarnai had a faceful of panties in front of her, already trying to push Miyabi away reflexively. "Hey, get off of me!" She shouted out, her hands pressing against Miyabi's great bosom, squishing them slightly as she tried to keep the Sumo and her panties away. "Fine, I'll take them off, give me a second." Sarnai finally relented, grabbing the sides of Miyabi's mawashi, taking it off to reveal her flesh underneath, holding the blue mawashi to her face and giving it a quick lick in front of the other sumo. "There, now you'll always remember me." Sarnai taunted jokingly, now handing it off back to Miyabi, waiting for her own Mawashi.

Miyabi was feeling pretty forward right now, hardly feeling self-conscious at all despite their lack of clothing and the almost intimate nature of their little battle of wills. They were wearing each other's clothes, and they had both had Miyabi's underwear hit their face. Their young, pudgy bodies, both obviously built for great future success in the sumo world, hovered just inches away from each other as Sarnai finally relented and slipped Miyabi's blue mawashi off of her body, standing naked in front of the Japanese sumo as she handed the mawashi back.

<Hee hee hee! Victory for Miyabi-chan!> Miyabi would say, celebrating her "win" in a somewhat childish fashion as she would do a little dance, bending her knees and wiggling her butt, still clad in Sarnai's pink mawashi. She would turn around to present her butt to Sarnai and glance over her shoulder, snickering and giving her butt a slap to taunt the Mongolian sumo. She wouldn't keep dancing for too long, however. She didn't want to hurt the feelings of the beautiful continental sumo wrestler. She would slide the pink mawashi off and reach out to give it back to Sarnai.

But Miyabi couldn't resist one more act of taunting. She brought the sash to her mouth and gently licked it—not the outside, but the inside of the crotch, so that Sarnai would surely feel the warm saliva. <Same to you! You'll always remember me, too!> she would say, before reaching out, not to hand the mawashi to Sarnai, but to hang it over the Mongolian girl's head, with the licked crotch of the pink mawashi hanging down onto Sarnai's face! Miyabi would immediately break out into an uncontrollable case of the giggles.

Sarnai was a bit humiliated by Miyabi's taunting, but tried to think nothing of it, simply remaining beet red and taking in the quite beautiful look, all the while growing frustrated with the japanese sumo's taunting. She tolerated it only because she knew it was her fault, but at the same time grew rather irritated under the hood, and at the same time perhaps a bit aroused, especially as Miyabi spanked her own rear, Sarnai trying rather hard to hide her own arousal.

This beet red appearance somehow managed to grow redder as Miyabi licked her mawashi, becoming even more humiliated by the fact. Miyabi's final act however, placing her own mawashi upon her head, finally set off Sarnai, who could take the punishment no more. "Hey! Stop that!" She shouted out, trying to push Miyabi away from her, pressing against her breasts as she did so, the hand holding Miyabi's own mawashi returning the favor, trying to place it atop her head, a difficult task now that she was blinded by the Mawashi.

Miyabi was having a lot of fun. This whole encounter was one part embarrassing but about five or six parts fun, and the best thing about it was the fact that the girl Miyabi was playing with was not only her own size, but a fellow sumo! Miyabi wondered if she was just an aspiring sumo, the way Miyabi had been when she first showed up at AFW, or whether she actually had experience back in her home country. Miyabi needed to ask Sarnai that once they had settled down. She also should properly introduce herself, since she had failed to do so at the beginning—though she had used her own name, so she assumed Sarnai had picked up on it.

Miyabi was about ready to settle down, since she got the sense that the other sumo girl was a little uncomfortable. Awww, she's so cute! She's shy, Miyabi thought to herself as she looked at Sarnai's deep crimson cheeks, just visible from behind her pink sumo sash. Sarnai seemed like a perfectly cute, sweet girl. Miyabi soon learned, however, that the continental cutie had a feisty side.

<Waah! Hey!> Miyabi would exclaim, as Sarnai tried to throw Miyabi's blue mawashi up over her head, Miyabi grabbed at it with one hand and tried to pull down, the result being that she managed to avoid having it hung around her head, but that she did get it stuffed in her face. At the same time, Sarnai's hand pushed into Miyabi's breasts. The Japanese girl gasped, backpedaling as she was pushed, and had to fall down and land with a thump on the bench in the middle of the locker aisle. In a huff, she would let go of the mawashi, not caring  if Sarnai was able to put the mawashi over her head now.

<Stop pushing, Sarnai-san! Hah!> Miyabi would say, as she would reach forward with both hands, inadvertently grabbing onto Sarnai's breasts to give her a shove backwards to put some space between them. <You have no idea how awesome of a sumo wrestler I am!>