The War: Bianca "Bubbles" Burste vs. Femke "Golden" Brouwer

Femke hadn't even noticed the crowd since she climbed into the ring, so taken was she by her opponent, and then by Mariah's skillful ministrations. Darya did, however, and she rolled her eyes at those impatient ones who clamored for the fight to get underway. They could be forgiven, dense as they were, for not understanding the mind games which were being played, the war which was already raging between the two couples as managers oiled up, riled up, and belittled the chances of victory for their rival wrestlers. But to think that those people were growing tired of watching two amazons dressed in tiny cocktail dresses oil up the bodies of two nearly-nude, even larger amazons...

Some people.

Bubbles was a plain speaker, who never failed to say what was on her mind. Darya could respect that. Nothing seemed to shake the woman, which almost gave Darya pause as she teased the warrior about her inevitable defeat. The grind of rump against her crotch made her more than a little anxious, too, but she kept her cool, besides a small moan she gifted the American bombshell. "'Extremely fuckable.' A very good vay to describe her, Bubbles. And I hope it makes you happy to hear zat she feels ze same vay about you." Darya's hands cupped the meaty butt cheeks of her wife's opponent, giving them a hearty squeeze, then, with just one hand, a quick, sharp slap, just to watch them jiggle. Jiggle they did, on and on, quivering for seconds after the slap...Darya licked her lips. Incredible.

Pouring more oil into her hands, Darya would let one explore upwards, along Bubbles's back, painting the rolling foothills of muscle with a layer of the glistening medium. The other hand traveled around her hips, slathering one with oil, then the other, letting the stuff dribble down the outsides of her legs in a dozen little rivulets. It found the lower part of her gut, sliding underneath the paltry mesh straps which held the sling to Bubbles's body. The hand slid lower, letting oil run downward, towards the joining of Bubbles's legs. Just below her toned belly, Darya gave the American a little pinch and a soft pat. "Ve made love to your videos, you know. Ve vould be so turned on by your fights...zat ve vould fuck for hours and hours, wild, crazy. Some of ze best love ve have ever made." She leaned in and give Bubbles's neck a kiss. "And even vhen I vas not vith her...I know my Golden pleasured herself vatching you. I heard her moans. I vonder...did you do ze same...?"

She left the question of measuring up unanswered for now. Something for Bubbles to think about.

Femke, meanwhile, would stand straight and tall, giving Mariah free reign over her body, with a small smile on her face as her eyes followed the woman's work. Most of that work was focused on her tits, hands sliding underneath the strappy swimwear in order to rub oil into even the most remote pores on those ample mammaries. Femke sighed, letting herself enjoy the rubbing. "It's lovely, Mariah. And very, very thoughtful of you." The news that Bubbles had not modeled it beforehand made her crane her neck a little, though, so she could look right into Mariah's eyes with a playful, seductive sort of smirk. "Oh? That almost makes me disappointed."

Mariah's second hand slid away from her breasts, covering her abs in oil, first, then sliding lower, circling around her hips, making them shine. Soon, they found two of the straps of the swimsuit...and Mariah tugged. The straps pulled it snug right up against Femke's sex, the fabric rubbing it slowly, forward and back, as Mariah changed her grip. Femke's lip quivered, but other than that, she gave no outward sign of what that was doing to her...why bother? Everyone knew she was horny. And she knew Darya would handicap Bubbles just as much, if not more.

"Could be tighter."

”Happy?” Bubbles gave a quick laugh when Darya told her that Femke was just as pumped to ravage her as she herself was, flattering her even as those curious fingers fondled her ass. ”Yeah, though I kind of expected as much, you know? If she didn’t this whole thing would be kind of-

‘Awkward’ was the word she was about to say, but the world would never know it, because the abrupt slap on her meaty cheek made her yelp in surprise, cutting her sentence off at the last word. Should’ve seen that coming, really - one of Mariah’s favorite pastimes was getting a little jiggle out of her, seeing how long she could make a cheek bounce while Bubbles laid on the bed and watched TV. Obviously, Darya had the same tastes. A body like this was a walking playground for a woman like her.

Bubbles obliged her, of course, giving her an extra shake to keep the bounce up. She might have done more, too, if not for her attention being diverted by that hand sliding around her waist, moving under the mesh, steadily traveling lower, all while she whispered husky words in  her ear. The devil on her shoulder.

”God, yes.” She sighed her exclamation and answered Darya’s question at the same time. At the same time, she leaned her head to the side, opening herself up to more of those teasing kisses. ”I didn’t even need to watch the video after a while. Just thinking about that body and all the things I’ll be doing to it, everything she’ll do to me... ” Just the thought now was bringing heat to her body, a warmth Darya could no doubt feel.

”It’s just so rare. Most times, me and Mariah have to ease a girl into it when we put her between us. But you two?” She ran her tongue over her lips as she caught sight of the burning embers in Femke’s eyes again. ”You come ready right out of the box. This is gonna be the hottest night of our lives.”

Funnily enough, Mariah had the exact same thought, as she continued her efforts with Femke’s shining body. The quiver hadn’t gone unnoticed, either. That little response was enough to let her know she was on the right track, even if she had a ways to go.

Hearing that Femke was disappointed brought a genuine pout to her lips. ”I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll have to make that up to you, won’t I?” She moved around behind the giantess and leaned forward, planting a single kiss between her shoulderblades - then the nibbling start. Little bites, all aimed at the muscle. Testing. Gnawing. Grinding. As that went on, she brought her arms around and began to explore Femke’s iron abs, sliding over them, around them, under them, as if she were trying to mentally map the territory with her fingers.

”I have other outfits, you know? I went on a bit of a spree.” One hand stayed with her lovely midsection, but the other started to travel southward. At first, she moved past Femke’s sex and instead worked on her thighs, getting them both nice and shiny. But that was only a temporary detour. ”Things I want you to try on.” Her voice took on some edge, a hint of menace under the sugar-sweet exterior.  “Things I’ll make you try on.”

As soon as she’d refilled her hands, her focus went right back to her favorite spot. She ran a palm over it, making sure it was drenched and dripping, then slid a finger over the slit, tracing it from top to bottom. Nothing too crazy, not just yet. Monitoring reactions.

Darya interrupted Bubbles with that quick slap to her ass, making those buns jiggle and bounce in a way which made the Russian woman hunger to bury her face between them. If she were able to justify rubbing the oil in with her nose, with her mouth, she would have done it, but of course that would be too much, too blunt, even for Darya. She wanted to tease Bubbles, to drive her crazy and plant a seed of doubt about her ability to win this battle. She was here to help Femke, after all, not to help herself, not even to the second-most-amazing ass she had ever encountered.

Not even when Bubbles tempted her so, wiggling her hips and making that ass shake like an improperly maintained bridge. Darya had to make a conscious effort not to add any drool into the oil she was spreading. Goodness gracious, the woman in front of her made her wet. As Bubbles bent her neck the other way, leaving this side exposed for more kisses, Darya gladly obliged her, peppering that smooth brown skin with smooches, all the way up to her ear, all the way down to her shoulder, just before Darya brought a hand up to smear oil over that strong shoulder. She gave it a squeeze. The muscles in that arm were even thicker than Darya had thought from watching her on film. She almost swooned. Instead, she opened her mouth and started nibbling on Bubbles's neck, giving her teasing little love bites, very light, sometimes gently sucking on the flesh, tugging it a bit. She could feel the heat emanating from Bubbles as she spoke.

"It vill be. It vill be ze hottest night of all of our lives," Darya agreed, as she thought about all the different ideas she had for their prisoners tonight, some for Mariah, some for Bubbles, some for both. Implements she had purchased, accesories, outfits, gels, lubes, and more. "Zere are so many tings I vant to try on you. So very much you have inspired. I vill not know vhere to start, vhen it is time..." She let her upper hand move over Darya's shoulders, and down onto her chest, sliding above the mesh sling, then below it, making sure every inch of her body was squeaky sleek. The hand, once under the bikini, couldn't help but drop to the nearest nipple, giving it a little pinch, wanting to see Bubbles's reaction. As a scientific experiment, of course, it might not stand up to scrutiny—since Darya's other hand was down in Bubbles's crotch, one finger running along her slit, bottom to top, and then in a very slow circle that gently tugged Bubbles's sex lips.

Femke was receiving very similar treatment from Mariah, as the woman's finger traced her slit, while the other hand mapped the contours of her iron abs, pressing into them, getting plenty of forceback from the muscles even without flexing. The treatment was hot, absolutely hot. Femke was not going to start squealing like a schoolgirl, of course. How could she be as renowned hentai warrior as she was if she started moaning and crying out at the merest touch? Still, just because she remained stoic, or close to it, didn't mean that she didn't feel what Mariah was doing. Femke loved sex, too—again, if she didn't, she wouldn't be a hentai specialist. So Mariah was turning her on, to be sure, heating her up and making her wet, though luckily she wasn't leaking at all just yet.

But Femke was not going to go out of her way to make sure that Mariah knew it.

Mariah's voice took on a bit of an edge, as she dropped the subtle implication that Femke would lose. The Dutch woman scoffed and tossed her head back in a small gesture of almost haughty confidence. "You may have to make it up to me in other ways, Mariah. I've got a feeling about that." She thrust her butt back, right into Mariah's crotch, grinding it in small circles over that spot. "There's no room in our closet, now, after all the shopping we've done for tonight. Gifts for the two of you from Darya. And gifts from me, too. She isn't the sole brains of our operation." Femke chuckled, leaning back so she could look Mariah in the eyes, their faces less than an inch apart. "Speaking of which, anything you can tell me about Bubbles's strategy? Any weak points?" She wasn't prepared to believe anything Mariah said, but she wanted to know what the woman might give her. She had to add a little dig, too, based on an observation Darya had made about Mariah during their meeting and shared with her. "Ticklish?"

”Yeah, yeah…” Bubbles bit her lip as Darya planted kisses along her neck, touching all the tender places. She would give her credit, the woman had a talent with that mouth of hers, whether it involved speaking with sharp wit or leaving a trail of pleasure along the skin. She strongly suspected that this night was going to be full of learning experiences, as the hentai connoisseurs shared their trade secrets.

But, as good as she was, Bubbles was never one to simply take. You wouldn’t know it to look at her now, but she’d had a staunchly religious upbringing, one with a family that taught her the value of giving and receiving. So, as Darya’s fingers explored her body, Bubbles rocked back and continued the grind, even reaching around to run her hand over the Russian’s thigh. She didn’t conceal the gasp as her sex was toyed with, didn’t bother stifling the moan as her nipple was twerked and tweaked.

Maybe she wanted the challenge. Maybe she could’ve held back, but choose not to. Maybe she didn’t see the extra heat as a major threat. Maybe Darya was just that good.

Either way, it did nothing to dampen her confidence, as she looked back at Darya from the corner of her eye. ”Don’t you worry about where to start, sugar. I’ll tell you when the time comes.”

As Mariah continued to spread the oil over Femke’s body, she buried her head blonde jungle that was her hair, taking in deep, long sniffs and sighing as it cascaded all around her head. “You know, I will give you one thing - one thing - over Bubbles.” Before she could elucidate, she brought her hand around behind Femke’s back and began lathering it up as well, working her way down the spine, going lower and lower, until her fingers found a luscious cheek to latch on to.

”Your hair. I love it long like this. I’ve been trying to get Bubbles to grow it out for years, but she doesn’t want the hassle. After she sees what I do to you with it, though, I think she might be sold.” As her other hand played with Femke’s pussy in the front, the other went at in the back. She squeezed. She scratched. She poked. She slid a finger down the middle, teasing it, threatening to go deeper. She appraised the ass, imagining the way it would jiggle about and the best tools for it. The paddle? The whip? The flogger? So many options…

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she almost didn’t hear what Femke was saying. But when the carnal warrior brought their faces close together, she couldn’t help but give her full attention. Especially with that little comment at the end. ”Darya didn’t spare any details of the meeting, did she? Well...” She brought her lips to Femke’s ear and gave it a little nibbling before she went into a whisper. ”Try and put a toe in her mouth. She has a crazy foot fetish. Gets her every time.”

If she was lying, her voice didn’t betray it - she spoke earnestly, like an old friend whispering a deep secret. With that done, she began to pull herself away from Femke, taking a reluctant step back. It wasn’t easy, but she got through it, reminding herself that she wouldn’t have to wait long before she had the chance to do it at her leisure. ”I think that about covers you - I could do that all day, but I think it’s time for the main event.”

Mariah kicked the oil and splashed some towards her wife and Darya, threatening to get some on that nice cocktail dress of hers. ”What about you two? Finishing up?”

A gasp. A moan. They were not screams of ecstasy, but everything Darya did to Bubbles got a small but incredibly sexy reaction. The Russian treasured every last sound Bubbles made, almost imitating the sounds herself as the mere noises which came out of the big, thick American's mouth were enough to arouse her.

Of course, actions often spoke louder than words, and Darya could not help but actually unleash one of those pent-up moans, quivering slightly in appreciation, as Bubbles thrust her butt back and started grinding it, again, against Darya's crotch. This time, she even had the audacity to reach back and begin fondling Darya's pale thigh, just below where her cocktail dress ended. The black-haired woman clicked her tongue and gave Bubbles's neck a slightly harder love bite as punishment. "Bad girl. You are going after ze wrong European. My vife will tink you fancy me more zan her."

The hand on Bubbles's breast now strayed lower, slathering oil across those powerful bronze abs, one of the last places on the woman's body to be oiled. As that hand continued its work, the other hand, slacking on its oiling duties, kept on stroking that slit, gently playing with Bubbles's labia to make sure the woman was enjoying herself. "So cute," Darya purred in Bubbles's ear, giving it another teasing little nibble this time. "You actually believe you vill beat her."

Femke, meanwhile, found her lower body being assailed in the most delightful way from both sides, one hand working her crotch, fingers sliding along her pussy, the other grabbed at her ass, poked it, prodded it, at one point even sliding a finger in between her cheeks, threatening to find her barely-covered butthole...but Mariah did not go that far. When Femke asked her question, Mariah would pull her hands back a bit, and give her an...honest answer? Sabotage disguised as an honest answer? Femke wished she was better at sussing out lies. Maybe to an American Mariah's tone would be easier to read...but something told her that was unlikely.

Well, did it matter? Femke could not trust information from Mariah even if it sounded genuine. Should she find herself with the opportunity to shove her toes in Bubbles's mouth and make her suck them...of course, she would. She would not shy away from it. But she would not angle for it, either. "I'll think about that. Thank you," she would reply, trying to match her tone to Mariah's, so neither could know for sure what the other was thinking. "Oh, and I'll tell Darya to hold off on shaving your heads after the match, since you like the long hair so much, yeah?"

Mariah stepped away, and Femke inhaled deeply, holding it, then exhaled, closing her eyes one more time before the fight. One more moment she could let her guard down and summon up all of her strength. She knew she would need it.

Darya had just finished covering Bubbles to her satisfaction when the oil kicked by Mariah hit them, splattering across their legs—luckily for the brown-haired American, only up to their knees. Darya scoffed at the audacity of the woman and kicked back, threatening her cocktail dress, as well! "You Americans! So impatient!" she snorted, before letting go of Bubbles's lower body, coming around to stand face to face with her. Darya gave those mesh-covered breasts one last pat. "All done. Fight bravely in defeat, Bubbles."

She parted ways with the wrestler, then, walking over to Mariah and reaching out a hand to hold Mariah's with. Their time in the spotlight was up, for now. It was time for two of the most impressive amazons AFW had ever seen to decide the fates of four women. "Bubbles is a very sveet girl," Darya muttered in Mariah's ear as they clasped hands. "She does not stand a chance. Femke vill rip her apart."

Bubbles couldn’t bring herself to be truly mad at Mariah - not when she was wearing that dress, certainly - but she was mildly, minorly, ever-so-subtly annoyed when she splashed Darya and put a stop to their session. Once she got to touching and feeling and groping, stopping was a hard thing for her to. That was her weakness, but also her strength. It was what made her a sexual juggernaut, an unstoppable force of unbridled lust, and it was the reason that her opponents always wanted a rematch after she finished fucking them raw. The ones who were still capable of coherent speech, anyway.

But, fine. As fun a diversion as this was, Mariah was right. It was time for the main event.

She looked down at Darya as the woman stepped in front of her and gave  her that last, appreciated touch, along with those words of encouragement...if you could really call them that. She could’ve said a lot of things in response, made half a dozen snarky comments. She used none of them. Instead, she gave Darya a nod and a quick kiss on the forehead, leaving it at that. While she didn’t look much like her wife, she could see so much of Mariah in this woman. She understood where she came from - in her head, Femke was perfect. Bubbles couldn’t beat her anymore than she could stop the sun from setting or the rain from falling.

She respected that world view. She was going to utterly annihilate it and leave Femke in a pool of oil, sweat, and cum...but she respected it all the same. As Darya walked away, Bubbles followed her foe's example and closed her eyes. Breathing deep. Waiting.

Mariah gladly took her counterparts hand, appreciating both the gesture and using it to help keep balance as she made her way out of the ring. At Darya’s words, she couldn’t help but sigh. It was a wistful, soft sound. ”Bubbles is the sweetest, kindest, nicest woman I’ve ever known...” She lovingly brushed her head alongside Darya’s, nuzzling her as they neared the ropes. ”...before the bell rings. I'd tell you how wrong you are, but some things just can't be described. You have to see it.”

Mariah and Darya were only a few feet away, but they might as well have been miles apart from Bubbles at the moment. Her body was a loaded gun, full of potential energy. It had already been there, but Darya had strengthened it. Teased her. Made her want Femke even more than she already had, if such a thing was possible. Muscles tensed all throughout her body, thriving through tension, and she could scarcely even breath. She was afraid to even open her eyes, knowing that the mere sight of Femke might cause her to charge forward before the bell.

The bell. When were they going to ring the damn-

DING DING!

She was racing forward before her eyes even had time to open. It wasn’t a charge, it was a stampede, as she willed her big, bouncing body to move forward with all the speed it could muster. Oil splashed about, the ring shook, and the poor referee barely had time to leap out of the way as Bubbles barrelled headlong into her enemy without a hint of restraint. Her arms came up as she flew, clearly going for a lockup, wanting to test her strength right from the outset. This wasn’t a feeling out process. It was a brazen attempt to push Femke back to the ropes and establish dominance from the first moment.

The war was on.

Mariah and Darya left the ring together, nuzzling each other, helping each other through the ropes and getting a few shots in as they did. Sitting together ringside, the verbal war would likely be almost as intense as the one inside the ring, as their boasting would finally come to fruition or to ruin tonight. Their asses were on the line, as well, quite literally so.

Just like that, they had slipped through the ropes, down off the ring apron, and out of sight. But not out of mind. Of course, Femke was going to dedicate this victory to Darya, rip Bubbles to shreds so that the two of them could have fun putting the whimpering, cum-soaked pieces back together later tonight. But as she closed her eyes, she could not get Mariah off her mind, either. Her ministrations had affected Femke, and so had her words. If she had wanted to rile the Dutch woman up, she had succeeded. If she thought that would help her wife in the battle to come, she had utterly failed. Femke's competitive fire was an inferno now, stoked by Mariah's teasing and half-veiled "threats." That inferno would consume her, consume this whole ring, swallow up Bubbles and turn any resistance she put up to ash...

Femke had only known Mariah for five minutes, and hadn't even spoken a word yet to Bubbles. And yet she had difficulty conceiving of a world which did not revolve around them and the quest to best them. She was infatuated with them. She loved them both already. And tonight, she claimed them as her own—hers and Darya's—and marked her territory.

Femke and Bubbles closed their eyes, waiting for the bell. With her eyes closed, the roar of the crowd seemed to fade. The referee became a mere specter, a wisp. Even Darya and Mariah became almost more like concepts than living beings, as important and awe-inspiring as the stars in the sky, but holding no physical form, not right now. There were only two bodies in the world now: hers and Bubbles's. Femke could hear her opponent breathing. Feel every movement of her muscles as they sent infinitesimally small tremors through the ring. You and I are like fire and ice, light and dark. We need each other, we balance each other. Neither of us will be complete until we finally collide.

She couldn't believe the bell wasn't interrupting these thoughts. She could have had time to play through a whole sonata in the time it was taking for them to ring the bell. When, when were they going to ring the damn—

DING DING!

Femke launched forward. Her breasts bounced, her ass jiggled with every step, her muscles flexed and pumped with power as she barreled at full speed towards Bubbles. The referee, seeing them coming right at each other—right at her—tried to move, slipped, fell down, then finally leaped from her knees towards a neutral corner, coating herself with oil in the process as she escaped from out of the danger zone.

Femke never slowed down. She opened her eyes just an instant before impact, her red eyes catching Bubbles's blue ones as they both threw their hands up, ready for a colli—

SMACK.

Synchronicity. Perfect opposition.

Two unstoppable forces. Two immoveable objects. Two goddesses wrought from iron collided in the middle of the ring with a noise that sounded more like a thunderclap than the slap of flesh on flesh. Their collision didn't just shake the ring—it shook the whole arena. Ringside, sitting with Mariah, Darya could feel the collision rocking her seat.

Femke's hands went to Bubbles's shoulder and her elbow as they locked up. She shoved as hard as she could, holding nothing back, trying to continue the momentum of her run-up to bully Bubbles back into the ropes. But even with the oil underneath their feet, Bubbles didn't move at all! Then again, Bubbles was shoving with everything she had, to, or so it seemed to Femke, and the Dutch woman did not move, either. The two had slammed into each other with almost reckless abandon, with enough force to knock out a lesser woman, and, as the dust settled, here they were, locked together, right where they collided. No advantage. No mercy. Muscle on muscle, body on body, the two evenly-matched foes shoved against each other with absolutely everything they could muster up and neither was gaining an inch.

Femke almost soaked her new swimwear right then, so in awe was she of Bubbles. A maddened grin on her face, she threw her head forward to smack her forehead into Bubbles's, looking into the other woman's blue eyes adoringly. "God! Finally! You're mine!"

From the sidelines, as she and Darya made their way to the best seats in the house, Mariah almost didn't need to watch the match to know what was immediately going to happen the second the bell rang. She would, of course, being predictable wouldn't make it any less of a spectacle, but she could see it written on their eyes before they closed them. She'd felt it from the heat radiating off Femke’s skin as she rubbed the oil in. Could hear it under her voice as they spoke. The two of them had been waiting for this moment the second they saw each other days ago, and not a single second would be wasted.

The bell rang. They charged. They collided. As Mariah sat with Darya, she could only look on with a lazy smile and hazy gaze, her head still nesting on the Russian’s shoulders. ”Beautiful.”

Flowery, but accurate. What other word was there to describe the jostling flesh before then, the image of two carnal carnivores vying for dominance? It was like something out of mad poets dream, and they had barely even started.

Inside the ring, Bubbles laughed after the impact,bursting out with a full whoop. It wasn't at anything Femke said, though she could be forgiven for thinking so. No, Bubbles laughed because she had almost forgotten what this was like, couldn't remember the last time she'd pushed against another human being and didn't force them away. The experience alone gave her chills despite the sweltering heat between them, and made her crave Femke all the more.

More, more, more.

Their heads collided with an impact that would knocked most women senseless, but was only a love tap to them. Bubbles icy pools stared in Femke’s flaming pits with a manic expression, as her fellow Amazon’s breath washed over her face. ”That a fact?”  Bubbles barked back and snapped her teeth in Femke’s face. ”Take me, then!”

This was the fury Mariah had warned Darya of. Bubbles could smile and joke and be gay in both meanings of the word, but that never stopped her from inflicting violence, never made her hold back a single inch.  To think her demeanor made her soft was a mistake, one many of her foes had made before. Whether Femke would fall in the same trap  remained to be seen.

Wanting the first real strike of the match, Bubbles abruptly pulled away from the lockup and attempted to warped her arms to drive  her shoulder hard in the vast expanse of Femke’s chest, plowing into with a mad charge, throwing her all into an effort to gain some ground.

Darya's eyes watered at the beauty of the collision, the tenacity both wrestlers displayed as they crashed into each other without any regard for tactics or conserving their strength. Two bronze forms, the most perfect bodies Darya had ever seen, slammed together, breasts flattening each other for an instant, arms grabbing for each other, muscles matching, sliding against each other, beginning the greatest contest of strength in AFW history. The Russian moaned, biting her lip, resting her head on Mariah's, gently rubbing her mane of black hair against the lighter hair of her counterpart. "How are ve so lucky to have zem?" she whispered in wonder.

Inside the ring, Femke and Bubbles went at it like prehistoric beasts. They jostled and shoved, pushed and prodded, trying to make the other back down, trying to decide who was the alpha female in the herd and who was going to be added to her harem of submissive cows. Their heads slammed together, with a smack which sent chills up the spines of half the fans in attendance, but which the two brawling beauties hardly even noticed. Fire and ice made things steamy as they stared straight into each other's eyes, both of them grinning wildly at each other. When Bubbles started giggling, so did Femke, the two of them sharing a very strange, very exciting, very intimate moment with each other.

"You think I won't?" Femke barked back, as she gnashed her teeth back at Bubbles, nipping at the other woman's lower lip. "Try me!"

Bubbles did try her. She pulled away from their lockup—losing that first delightful contact between them was almost an agonizing experience—but quickly came back at Femke, lowering herself and slamming into Femke's chest, pancaking her breasts back into her pectoral muscles as the Dutch woman found herself being driven back, coughing and groaning following the hit! Her eyes widened as her feet skidded along the slick oil surface. She had known Bubbles was probably capable of it, but to be moved like that—she hadn't met a challenge like this since her last fight with Darya. And she loved it. "Oh, fuck!" she cried out, feet scrabbling, finally skidding to a stop about halfway to the ropes. "You're so fucking strong, Bubbles!"

No doubt about it, Femke was enjoying this experience, being worked upon by muscles which rivaled her own. But she would not stand there and take it. Bubbles was bent low, and Femke would respond to that charge by wrapping her arm around her opponent's head, clamping it down hard against the flank of her own oily body for an absolutely crushing side headlock, aiming to pop that head like a grape, or try to! Femke would crane her neck downward, bringing mouth close to the woman's ear as she squeezed Bubbles as hard as she could, trying to make it hard to breathe or even think. "I thought I would build up an immunity to you, all the times I touched myself watching you, thinking about you, but I was wrong. You're going to make me cum so many times..."

Femke's free fist hurtled upwards, to slam into Bubbles's big, jiggly tit with a loud thud, knuckles sinking deep into the huge, fatty orb, trying to pulverize it while she had this headlock locked in, before Bubbles could escape! "But it won't be quite enough."

Bubbles licked her lips as she surged forward, soothing the spot where Femke’s teeth had stopped. It was just a momentary nip, the smallest nibble, but even that felt like it was close to parting skin. Even the smallest gestures they made caused damage.

But this wasn't about small gestures. Cute as they were, this wasn't a war that would be fought with gunfire. These two battleships were unloading with the heavy armaments, slamming into each other with the best firepower they had to offer. Bubbles pushed Femke forward with a force and ferocity that would've ran roughshod  over all but her sturdiest opponents. Against Femke? It was just enough to get her halfway across the ring, and that was with the floor being covered in oil.

Still, she was proud. ”You think that’s strong?” Bubbles made a noise that was half-growl, half-laugh. ”I’m just getting-”

She would’ve loved to finish that taunt and respond to what Femke had to say afterwards, but she found it a tad difficult to speak when her head was being popped off. That was the best way to describe it, too, as the insane pressure of her foe’s headlock bore down on her skull.  It was like a steel cable. No give, no respite. Just this endless force, coming at her from all sides. Rational thoughts told her that, as strong as this woman was, there was no way she was powerful enough to literally pop her head, but it was hard to completely erase those doubts.

To make matters worse, Femke's punch dug deep into her breast and seemed to hit the bone underneath, a brutal blow that took her breath away and hampered any escape attempts. She was stuck. Crush so tight she could scarcely draw breath. At bare minimum, there was no way that she could pull her head free from the vise, even with the oil aiding her.

But that was okay. She didn’t want to.

Meanwhile, Mariah broke away from the comforting embrace of Darya and began to fumble with her phone, hurriedly getting it out and activating the camera with a gleeful grin on her face. ”Oh, you are going to love this. Keep those eyes looking forward.” She lifted it up and held it high, making sure she got the best angle possible for recording. ”Wait for it, wait for it…”

Instead of resisting the embrace, Bubbles seemingly accepted it. Her arms, already wrapped around Femke’s waist, went lower and found fresh cheeks to squeeze, hungrily groping them and claiming as much flesh as they could handle, slipping between the strings as her fingernails dug deep into the flesh.  She opened her mouth and ran her teeth along Femke’s fine skin, teasing so much more, licking and loving her as much as possible.

Mariah held up her fingers and started the countdown. "Three, two-"

It was an erotic moment, but it was only a moment, and Bubbles ended it without a single warning. Switching to the attack in an instant, she planted her feet hard into the mat, gripped Femke as hard as she could manage, bellowed with the scream of a warrior queen, then arched her back and lifted her clone - a woman who, bare minimum, weighed as much as she did - into the air with a Northern Lights Suplex, attempting to toss the mammoth woman up and over and bring her crashing down right on her upper back and shoulders.