Marla vs Alena

Marla tried to secure a grip on the back of Alena's arms to pin her down, but the elf wasn't going to make it easy. She'd most likely just burst out from under her, toppling her for the moment to the mat. She'd try to hurry in reassembling clothesline to wait for her, but she might not be quick enough for the nimble elf with her more voluptuous frame

As soon as Alena was free, she rolled backwards, away from her much more well-endowed opponent. She would get to her knees, looking up at Marla, ready for what she had to give.

"Don't let her get you!" Sara shouted from behind her. She was clearly warning her of an awaiting Marla who was ready to strike.

Marla barely glanced at the less-busty elven sister, then went for a rush at Alena. It was an outright attack, looking to slam bust to bust with her and grab her in a squeezing bearhug, perhaps all the tighter for their large, competing busts.

Alena was taken aback by this literally full-frontal assault as their large breasts clashed, Marla's outnumbering the elf's. Their large busts pressed against one another as Marla engaged Alena in the bearhug. Alena was more embarrassed than anything, Having yet to make an offensive maneuver. "Uggh" was all she managed to say as the hug was applied.

Marla smiled proudly as her breasts, naturally, overpowered the elf's in the tight hug. "Feeling a little outmatched, are we?" she teased playfully, shifting her shoulders to try and align her nipples with Alena's through their tops, grinding them competitively between their massive mams.

Alena blushed and nodded. Her face turned even darker red as she felt their nipples meet through their tops. How was this woman so talented with breast-related maneuvers. That was a rather stupid. She struggled, although she enjoyed the sensation of their breasts mashing together rather much, but she was more concerned with making an impression upon her opponent. The elf twitched her nose as her fingers started to increase in length just a little. They would continue to extend until Alena could tickle Marla's sides. She hoped the bovinian had not noticed the bit of elf magic she had used.

((was gonna watch some Total Drama Island and play some Team Fortress, but hell I gotta reply after that kind of comment))

Marla wasn't giving magical fingers a second thought, the tickling making her jump and giggle, her grip giving way almost immediately. She was fairly ticklish, so it would take her a moment to collect herself and hop back, trying to regain something of a battle stance.

Alena smirked slightly as she wiggled her nose and her fingers returned to normal as she rushed at her opponent, aiming a cross-body block on the busty bovine.

((Hehe ^^'))

Still offset by the tickling, Marla was met with the leaping Alena, grunting aloud and falling back to the mat, slamming down without protest and holding her head, groaning a bit uneasily.

Alena would roll off of her opponent quickly, making sure she didn't do too much damage. She was starting to like Marla and didn't want to do anything to potentially cause problems between the two. "Are you all right?" she would say as she leaned over Marla's head, laying her bountiful bosom a bit on top of her face, ever so slightly. Meanwhile, Alena would look at the even larger udders which covered the bovinian's chest, wondering if she possessed similar powers to her own large rack.