Yori vs Ataru - Special rules cage match (complete)

Ataru was feeling hiself going light-headed from lack of oxygen, and whatever effort he made to break free was only rewarded by a tighter squeeze into her embrace, swashing down his body with a wave of almost pleasant numbness that would leave his limbs weaker by the second.

Nonetheless, the stubborn boy pulled his arm out of the ref girl's grip when she came to check his state, not wanting to be "lulled to sleep" like a baby in such womanly (if not motherly) hold.
Little he realized that his struggles were only making him lose more strenght and stamina though. Before long, the boy was too weak to fight back: his softened little frame becoming easier for Yori to squeeze and smother; his tired mind entrusting itself to Yori's amorous embrace; his muffled protest lessened into a cute surrendering sigh.
"M-mmnfff.... <3"

Yori was holding on to her opponent as long as she could. She knew that this wasn´t a nice hold for the smaller boy… getting no air and being slowly choked out… YOri was even a bit sorry for him but this was a match after all and she wanted to win. So she needed to follow the rules and the rules said that she had to smother him out cold twice. And this was going to become the first time.

After some time the struggling of the cute boy became weaker and weaker. The mature woman had the feeling that Ataru wasn´t there completely. And the ref was giving a sign a short time later that the ring bell should be rung once as sign that Yori got a part victory here. Imminently Yori let go of her opponent and pressed him away from her so he could breathe again without problems.
The mature woman slowly made it back up to her knees. The first round took a lot from her and another was about to come. The ref girl told her that she directly could continue the match and didn´t have to wait till Ataru was back. But Yori shacked her head… she wanted to fight Ataru at his bests and bit him there…

So the mother took the head of the boy and set it onto her Thighs while she was still kneeing on the mat. She would use her thighs as a pillow for him while he would rest for a moment. With her hands she would pet him softly over his hair, while smiling friendly into his face.

Ironically, Ataru was not sorry at all. With his air supply methodically stolen by the smothering 'cuddly' hold, the young boy felt like drifting to sleep between two soft comfortable pillows...which was not far from truth. Too dizzy to mind it a bit, he would basically pass out into taking a forceful nap in Yori's double embrace.

Unaware of the bell ringing to award Yori the first of two needed points, and even less of the cheering crowd saluting the voluptuous wrestler and her lovable way to subdoe her opponent, Ataru was now snoozing softly with his cute sleepy head resting on her lap.
"Mnnff... <3 Zzz..."
The fans had now lessened the loudness of their cheering, and some women at the ringside were especially giggling in amusement, enjoying such tender moment: Still knocked out, Ataru was like a cute little boy taking a nice nap, pampered and caressed by 'mommy Yori', and they just loved it.

Yori would sit there holding the head of the small Ataru on her legs. She smiled down to him the whole time. She thought she had all the time in the world and enjoy this moment for some time, but the ref girl saw it a bit different she would tell that the two should hurry up a bit. yori would shake her head, if she wouldn´t get any trouble for it, she would teach this girl some manners as well.

But Yori now is she would lay the ref girl over her knee… what the most fans would love to see… she would get a hell lot of trouble and that was something she didn´t want to get. So she decided to wake her opponent up. Lovingly and softly she would start to slap onto the cheeks of his opponent for some time while whispering.
“Hey Ataru time to get back up… come on little one I need to kick your ass one more time…. Come one little guy… you can sleep after the match!”

She would smile at him for some moments like a mum trying to wake up one of her children. If this was no use and Ataru wasn´t waking up, Yori would use something that she knew that every man was reacting to. Slowly she would move one of her hands down Ataru´s body while touching him with only one finger. When she was deep enough with her hand she would suddenly grab his crotch and start to squeeze it hard for one short moment before letting go of it. That should wake him up…

Ataru was finally brought around by Yori's light slaps and gentle whispers. With his blurry vision finally focusing on her loving maternal features and his head resting on her soft thighs, even his still dazed mind could easily understand that Yoori had just gained her first point.

Oh well, he thought, as a partial consolation, he had to admit that seeing Yori's sweet smile was not a bad way to wake up from a knockout. He was about to smile back searching the words to at least make some humor of his baby-like defeated position, when he felt Yori's hand slowly slipping down along his lower abs, coming back to his senses just while the voluptuous wrestler was about to resort to her "B-plan" to wake him up.

"Uhhh.... Y-Yori... what's going on...??? 0///0". Was the first thing that Okami would say after coming back to consciousness, a priceless full-red blush on his face.

“Oh you are already away!”, YOri would directly notice that he was about to wake back up. Her smile became even a bit warmer. She pulled her hand back up, breaking up hr B-plan in the last moment. “Nothing much I just wanted to wake you up… you were smothered out cold be me once… and this Impatient, and unfriendly woman over there” Yori would point with her head over to the ref girl “wanted that we go on… so I needed to wake you up pretty fast… hope you had some nice dreams sweatheart. Don´t worry if you want you can sleep on my tights after the match…” She would wink him, before she slowly and carefully put his head down onto the mat. She would stand up afterwards, as soon as she was back to her feet she would reach out with her right arm offering her opponent a helping hand to help him up.

As soon as Ataru was back on his feet as well she would smile at him. “So, I won the first round… so please start us off little one, you had enough time to rest now… show the crowed that you can fight as well as you can look cute while sleeping!”
She would bow forwards and whisper in his ear. “I think you got some points by the ladies with that one… “

"Heh looks like you have nice ways to wake up people..", Ataru would comment with a sweet hint of nervousness in his smile. Yori's sweet teasings didn't miss to have Ataru blush lightly, playing cute little tricks to his mind early in the second round at the alluring picture of himself sleeping on those warm, smooth thighs of hers.

The voluptuous wrestler would also not miss to use cutecy name like "little one" while speaking to Ataru, subliminally impriting the maternal image of herself into his mind, thus making him more suggestible to her motherly charms.

"H-Heh... I don't want to be ungrateful to such beautiful lady who took care of me while I was sleeping, but I hope I will still look cute when I win and escape from this cage", Ataru would wink with a grin, trying to sound and look a bit more confident than he was actually feeling, after that not programmed nap in Yori's bosomy embrace.

The bell would ring and the contenders were facing each others again. "Well may I invite you to this dance Yori?", the cute boy would grin, raising one hand like to start a waltz... actually challenging her to clench and engage a test of strenght.

Yori smirked at her opponent. This boy knew what to say to make her smile. Having a talk with him was always so nice, although both were trying to break each other over the last time. Yori would move her shoulders a bit to warm them back up and then slowly raise her own hand.

“I would love dancing with you Ataru”, she would say while slowly grapping his hand then she would raise her own slowly as well giving him the chance to grab it. Normally you did a test of strength at the start of a match but YOri thought that Ataru was surly planning to find out who got more left in his tank. Yori was up for that getting into the test of strength.

As soon as the boy took her second hand she started to try to push him back as hard as she could. She wanted to win here. With a smile on her face she stared right into the eyes of her opponent. She tried to push Ataru backwards into one of the corners of the ring.
 

Ataru had actually engaged such kind of standing grapple in order to check Yori's level of strenght and stamina after the first round, and compare with his own reserves.
After all, the unprogrammed nap still counted like a sort of timeout and, more important, being a male was supposed to grant Ataru some upper body strenght advantage.

All true, except for two not-secondary details that he had been neglecting:
1) Yori had a considerable height and size advantage on him.
2) HE was the one coming from a recent KO.

And thus, little by little the balance in their mutual pushing had been slowly but surely turned into her favor.
"U-Unffff..... n-not bad... my beautiful dancing partner... nnff..", the cute boy would huff, trying to improve his efforts but making little to none progress. Straining and sweating one little step back after another, Ataru was slowly led into the nearest corner by the voluptuous beauty.

In their little waltz, it was the lady who had taken the lead, and Yori could enjoy the uneased expression on the blushing face of her cute gentleman.

Yori was confident that she could take her smaller opponent in a test of strength without any problems and it worked out pretty well. Slowly she was pushing him back, future and future she pushed the boy towards the corner. Till she finally did it and put him into the corner. When she had him there she would stare at him for some moments without saying anything.
“You weren´t so bad as well… just a little bit more workout… maybe then you are able to press me against the wall!”, she would tease him again. Then she would let go of him while slowly backing away, always keeping an eye on the boy. But she didn´t plan to back away fully. The moment she brought some space between them she would bow forward and try to get one hand between his legs and lift him up onto her shoulder, into a fireman carry. With him up there she would directly turn around and start to walk around in the ring for some time, showing of her power to the fans and to her opponent.

“I hope you like it to be on top… because I won´t let you down any time soon!”, she screamed out loudly while throwing her opponent up into the air a bit and letting him fall back down onto her strong shoulders.