War and Peace

The In And Out had to be the worst name for a love hotel that Bubbles had ever heard, and it was up against all the stiff competition she’d come across since coming on this island: the Love Shack, the Big Heart, Aphrodisia, just to name a few. But, silly tag aside, it was absolutely perfect.

It had reasonable rates, quite affordable when it came to groups, and they offered an AFW discount that would let them rent out one of their more interesting rooms all night long. It had everything they needed - the bed, large enough for two large women and two slightly less large women. A dark red carpet and a matching wall, adorned with all the necessary sexual objects - the ball gag, the paddle, the whips, the handcuffs, the dildos, the chains, assorted oils. And, wouldn't you know it, the floor had just enough open space for, say, a mat. Funny that.

Bubbles and Mariah came early - relatively speaking. Night was just starting to set in, the sun setting off in the distance, the hotel beginning to fill up with lovers. It was nigh-impossible for the two of them to reach the room unnoticed, even more so now that they’d had a legendary battle with Femke. People wanted autographs, selfies, and a couple of brave young ladies wanted Bubbles to sign their breasts...and do a few extra things, on top. That last request came while she and Mariah were getting lunch near a college campus, where they happened to stumble on two incredibly eager AFW fans with some specific fantasies in mind. Unfortunately, as much as it pained the Virgin Killer, she had to do something she rarely did, almost never considered, something that went against every fiber of her being, against her very nature, and who she fundamentally was as a person.

Bubbles Burste turned down a threesome with two college girls.

Even now, as she cleaned up the room along with Mariah, the thought pained her more than her still-aching bones ever could. Those wounds would heal, after all. She and Femke both had taken some time in the hospital, getting looked at for their twin concussions. It turned out that ramming your skull into another Amazon’s head wasn’t the best thing for your long term health. Go figure.

But Bubbles didn’t regret the match. She cherished every bruise, treasured each aching bone, wore every scratch and scuff as a mark of pride. Her match with the Golden was, well, golden. The rare sort of match that most wrestlers were lucky enough to experience once in their lives. If at all. And now that amazing moment was about to lead to another one.

Bubbles sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands, her bare legs crossed and on full display thanks to her Daisy Dukes. She wore a simple white shirt, one that was unbuttoned and tied at the middle, pulled tight to keep her bursting breasts contained. She looked every bit the stereotypical Southern belle save for a pair of pigtails, and she was considering a try at those once her hair grew enough for it.

An enticing look. One she hoped Femke and Mariah approved of.

For now, she just wanted to sit back and wait, imagining all the things she’d do to her rival and all the things that would be done to her. Also, she got a kick out of watching her wife pace about in that sexy white schoolgirl outfit, one they’d been aching to bust out for over a year now.

Darya had been planning to hold this little get-together at a ritzy hotel, but when she and Femke arrived in front of the In and Out, she couldn't help but let a smile grace her face. She had to admit, this was better. This place, a favorite of AFW wrestlers and right in the middle of an otherwise quite upscale district of Japan's capital, was a curious intersection of the fancy and the freaky, the beautiful and the dirty—much like AFW itself. It was so much better than a suite. There were no particular special preparations to be made, no soundproofing, no reinforcing of the furniture—that all came standard with the room. It was perfect, and Darya almost had to wipe a tear out of her eye. Mariah had done excellent work.

The sun had just disappeared behind the skyline of Tokyo in the west, its golden light still diffused across the city as the two European women entered the love hotel ready to play, having just received the call that all of their "special equipment" had been delivered and would either be waiting in the room or, in the case of a few particular surprises, waiting in a small storage area just down the hall. Darya's head turned slowly, taking in all of the women whose attention now seemed to turn to them. Femke, whose big, fluffy winter jacket nonetheless barely covered up her luscious curves and showed some generous tan cleavage, probably received the lion's share of that attention. The swarthy titaness had not always been the best at dealing with her fans, and her manager, formerly the most reviled, least sociable wrestlerette in Europe, was in no position to guide her. So the days since the match with Bubbles had been a challenge. Still, Femke had found the attention she received here in Tokyo quite refreshing, as girls here were so open about flashing her, and kissing her, and asking for all kinds of favors...

...most of which she had to turn down, of course. She was still aching from the fight, walking with a very slight limp, nursing a couple of visible bruises on her face and a couple more on her torso. On top of that she was, of course, married, and while Darya was largely open to Femke having fun—and had even herself been propositioned more than once—Femke tended to save her fun for special occasions. Like the very special occasion tonight, which she needed as much energy as possible for. After signing a few autographs and taking a few pictures, the two of them were walking down the hallway toward the room Mariah and Bubbles had reserved, and Femke couldn't help but skip along, grinning like a madwoman. Darya tried to be more serious, but she couldn't help but snort and grin at her wife's childlike demeanor. It was utterly ridiculous to watch, but still...surprisingly sexy.

They opened the door, and stepped inside, finding Mariah pacing the floor and Bubbles relaxing on the bed. Femke immediately threw off her coat, revealing a sexy little ensemble of her own: a red, black, and white cheerleader costume she and Darya had been dying to try out, with her belly bare and the skirt coming down about an inch below her pussy, with a pair of stretchy white bloomers underneath. The Dutchwoman wouldn't waste time with pleasantries. "Bubbles!" she called out, rushing forward and throwing herself onto her doppelganger, tackling her back onto the bed, wrapping her up in a big hug as she smashed their faces together, kissing Bubbles aggressively, passionately, a little overexcitedly, like a six-foot-plus busty puppy.

Darya, meanwhile, would sidle over to Mariah, swinging her hips back and forth, sliding off her own coat to reveal a tiny plaid skirt, a white shirt nearly bursting at the seams, and a little bow tie, along with knee socks that tagged her as a slutty schoolgirl, just like her fellow manager. "Mmm, looks like ze two of us have ze detention together," she joked, winking at Mariah as she slid a hand up the American's arm. She jerked her head towards Femke as she made out with Bubbles. "She has been like zis all day."

Thoughts flitted through Bubbles’ head like wild butterflies, flapping all over the place and refusing to leave. What if Femke was too hurt to join them? What if she joined them anyway and she had to stop half way through. What if she didn’t like the outfit, what if she thought the place was too corny, what if she got lost or…

From across the room, Mariah could see how anxious Bubbles was getting. She didn’t look like a woman who’d been waiting for this moment for a week or so, but someone who’d been anticipating this her entire life. Maybe she had. She knew her wife well, knew that she was never picky in her tastes and that she was a verified sexual connusuer where sex was involved, an epicurean of sexual tastes. While she didn’t question her place in Bubbles bed, the simple fact was that Femke could love Bubbles in ways she couldn’t. That no one could.

All the same, she was willing to try, and for a moment Mariah considered going over there and giving her wife a little relief, just something to keep her wet and ready before their friends arrived. Luckily - or unluckily, depending on the view - Femke came crashing in a moment later, and the room immediately lightened despite the dark decor.

”Femke!” Bubbles’ squeal would have been a better fit for a woman half her size and age.

Mariah was grateful that she hadn’t tried to give Bubbles a little fluffing. Not only because she didn’t want to dampen their experience, but because, if she’d in position when Femke entered the room she had no doubts that the Dutch Destroyer would’ve crushed her in between - not the worst way to end up in a hospital, but she’d prefer to avoid such a fate if at all possible.

Bubbles and Femke collided with a familiar meaty smack, the same crash of fulsome flesh and mighty muscle that had resonated through the arena all throughout their match. Bubbles continued to squeal with glee even as Femke smashed their mouths together, and she wrapped her legs around her fellow giantess and pulled her tight, wanting as much flesh contact as possible. Their breasts and pussies greeted each other once again, stirring their loins and heating their bodies.

She needed a Herculean effort, but Bubbles was able to pry her mouth away from Femke long enough for two words: ”Miss me?” Then she dove back in.

Mariah really should’ve been surprised that Darya had chosen a similar outfit to her own, but then again, maybe not - the two of them were of the same mind on so many things, what as one more? And she looked stunning in the outfit. Mariah couldn't help but drink the look in for a moment, loving the way someone so devilish could look so innocent.

Mariah just sighed and watched their wives go at each other, rubbing Darya’s arm. She turned and whispered into the Russian’s ear, not that there was any real reason to - she could’ve screamed bloody murder, and the two titanesses wouldn’t miss a kiss to check I.T out.

”They would fuck all night, if we let them.”  She giggled. ”It’s a little wrong that I’m tempted, right?”

That loud smack of flesh on flesh, body on body momentarily made Darya wince, as that sound was still associated in her mind with some of the unpleasant, terrifying collisions which the two amazonian women had suffered through during their match. It had very nearly killed her to watch the two of them very nearly kill each other, smashing into each other with enough concussive force to put an elephant down. This time, as hard as the impact was—and it was still hard enough, surely, to break bones on lesser, smaller women—it was obvious neither was going to get hurt, and Darya was able to relax as she watched her wife tackle her new friend down onto that bed, the two of them squeezing each other tight and rolling around, lips locked together in a sloppy kiss, buxom bodies practically tearing through their outfits in order to make bare naked contact.

As Mariah turned and whispered in her ear, Darya would smile and nod, turning to the American woman and pressing her lips into the corner of Mariah's lips to start, giving her a coy little half-kiss, breathing slowly in and out, letting her breath wash over the other woman's face and breathing in the lighter-haired woman's essence. "It vould be some vonderful show, yes?" she would reply, glancing over to the two giantesses, coiled tightly together. "Femke is normally very stoic, very strong, but Bubbles makes her so giggly. I tink she already looks at Bubbles as her best friend." Darya chuckled, then reached down to grab Mariah's ass with both hands, squeezing it through her skirt, molding all that flesh with her fingers and lifting Mariah up slightly.

"Maybe not all night, but ve can let zem have a little fun, just ze two of zem...and zat vould mean you...and I..."

It was not a normal couples' night by the standards of anyone anywhere in the world, but it was perfect for Darya and Femke, and Darya could tell that it was perfect for Mariah and Bubbles, too.

Femke squealed with delight as every inch of her body smashed into Bubbles, the two of them rolling around on the bed, Femke's skirt riding up to show off some cute black cheerleader bloomers underneath the pleats. As Bubbles's long, strong legs wrapped around hers, Femke would let hers slide around Bubbles's, too, and lock snugly in place, four thick trunks of tan skin locked together so closely that no one, perhaps not even the two titanesses, could tell which limb belonged to which woman.

When Bubbles broke the kiss, Femke's lips would fall to Bubbles's neck, giving it a love bite, then sucking and kissing down about half of its length before Bubbles's lips found hers again. As they kissed again, Femke would reach down to Bubbles's shirt and begin rolling it up, trying to free her friend's big, brown breasts so that her hands would have something perfect to play with. For just an instant, she would break the kiss again. "It was terrible that we couldn't see each other between the match and now...I demanded they put us in the same hospital room, but they said they couldn't accommodate us both!"

Watching Bubbles and Femke roll around wasn't just unspeakable hot, but strangely hypnotic. Their bodies were a twisting, undulating mass of flesh, like watching a human lava lamp. Their skin was such a similar shade, their muscles matching so closely in shape, that only a concentrating eye could make out the seams, tell where Femke’s legs ended and Bubbles’ began.

Beautiful and mesmerizing enough to be a painting. Twin Goddesses In Love.

Mariah would have been content to watch such a display all night, all day, all week, all month. But, as hot as their wives were, she hadn’t come here and set this up just for them. There was a certain ravishing Russian who’d destroyed and stained a dress of hers, too, and she was  quite eager to expand their own promising relationship in, interesting ways.

Judging by the way Darya was grabbing her ass like she was inspecting a pair of melons, her counterpart felt much the same way. Good.

”Oh, I’m sure we can come up with some ways to keep ourselves occupied.” She turned her head to the side leaned in, bringing her lips close, so close, to Darya, swapping hot breathes with the Russian. ”But, first, I’m curious - what did a cute thing like you do to get into detention? Huh? Did you-“

Before Mariah could finish her question, she was interrupted by a shirt flying across the room and hitting her in the back of the head - Bubbles’ shirt, to be exact. The Virgin Killer had helped Femke rip the annoying clothing off, and she hadn’t paid enough attention to where she flung the garment. ”Oops, sorry, babe!”

So, yes, Bubbles and Femke were enjoying themselves.

With that pesky top now gone, Bubbles lifted up her arms and gave Femke full access, putting them out to be consumed. She’d gotten more than a little taste of the affection that her newest, strongest lover could give, but now she wanted the full  meal.

”Probably just as well - wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off you long enough for them to do anything.” She further intertwined their legs together, practically grapevining her clone, and smashed her hips into the wild woman, their pussies longing to kiss again through the fabric. ”Cheerleader’s a neat choice.” She threw a sly wink her way. ”I’m getting a cheer out of you before the night’s up. Just so you know.”

The same way their flesh melted visually for their watching wives, Femke would just close her eyes as she viciously snogged Bubbles, just letting herself melt into Bubbles, relaxing completely in her arms—okay, maybe not entirely completely, since she was still snuggling Bubbles hard, squeezing the shorter-haired woman tightly in her arms. She yanked the other amazon's shirt up, and Bubbles helped her with it, the top getting flung across the room towards their wives, though Femke had her face buried in the American wrestler's cleavage before she could even guess as to where it might land. She motorboated Bubbles ferociously, blowing hot air and a little spit, wiggling her face all around, left and right, up and down, sliding from the very top of Bubbles's chest down to the underside of those huge brown orbs, which her hands came up to to squeeze excitedly, pressing those breasts closer in, surrounding her own face with nothing but her friend's flesh.

Darya watched that little display with intense interest, but when Mariah leaned into her embrace, letting Darya's hands have free reign over her ass as they puffed hot little breaths in each other's faces, she could not help but avert her gaze from the masterpiece which was their entwined wives and stare into Mariah's eyes. In response to the American's question, she would give her a sly little grin, look down uncertainly, then look back up again, giving her friend a little pout. "Oh, it vas so unfair. All I did vas pull a girl's hair because I like her..."

While one hand still squeezed Mariah's ass hard, slipping under her skirt to fondle her panty-clad ass more intimately, the other slid up her back, to the back of her head, yanking on her light hair with some , bending her head down slightly, tilting hers as well as she gave Mariah a hard kiss.

Femke, meanwhile, kept motorboating Bubbles for a few seconds even after her comment about getting a cheer. She felt the near-grapevine stretching her legs out, and she moaned softly into her friend's tits, before picking her head up and looking up into Bubbles's eyes from below, resting her chin on those big pillows as she showed Bubbles a cute little toothy smile, her cheeks turning a little bit red. "You know...if anyone other than Darya asked that before last week, I might have just knocked them out as soon as it came out of their mouth..." she mused.

"But you're different. You're too perfect to resist. Maybe I'll make up a cheer about you."

Darya could’ve been an actress, if she’d wanted, and not even the more sundry kind. Mariah stood there, watching as she animated and spoke and pouted and managed to be cute, despite having one of the domineering, powerful personalities she’d ever come across.  Instead of looking silly in that outfit, she made the look come alive.

Of course, that cuteness had a limit. These were naughty schoolgirls, of course, and that naughtiness came out when strong fingers gripped Mariah’s hair, tugging her head back, pulling on the scalp. She gasped - or tried to. She only made half of the noise before a tongue was shoved into her mouth, along with two of the most delicious lips she’d ever tasted. Hello again, Darya.

”That’s funny.” She muttered, after she’d managed to pull their lips apart long enough for a couple of sentences. ”They put me in for making out under the bleachers.” She ran her tongue over Darya’s lips, giving her a long lick. ”What can two bad girls like us do with our time?”

Femke and Bubbles likely had some ideas on that front, but they were a little too occupied with one another at the moment. The Virgin Killer squealed and kicked her legs about with delight as her counterpart went to work on her chest, her bouncing breasts having gone too long without a good motorboating, loving the silly yet sultry treatment.

”I can’t wait to earn that cheer, then.” Bubbles looked down at her counterpart and ran her fingers through that long, thick hair, one of the few features set them apart. ”Speaking of which, how do you want to kick this night off? I’ve got some ideas, but with you on top of me like this? I wouldn’t mind a quick fuck before we start. A little something to hold us over.”

Darya kept her lips locked tightly onto Mariah's, swapping spit, feeling the heat emanating from the other "schoolgirl's" mouth, just enjoying the closeness in every way, from feel to scent to taste and more. When she felt Mariah trying to come up for air, she resisted at first, pressing her advantage as she tried to add a little more moisture to the kiss to practically glue their lips together, but of course the other manager was persistent, and quite strong herself, and she managed to separate them long enough to grunt out a couple of sentences. Staying in character, too, which just brought a smile to Darya's face, one which was soon greeted by Mariah's tongue running over her lips.

"Vell, ve could practice calculus...or vork on Japanese characters..." Darya would tease, as her hand stayed in Mariah's hair, giving it a little tug to pull the American woman's head further back, so that she had some space to show Mariah something between their faces. "Ze Japanese characters can be difficult...ve can practice ze strokes of zem..." Opening her mouth, Darya would wiggle her tongue, then press it against Mariah's cheek, almost painting it as her tongue slid in intricate patterns across that silky-smooth skin.

Femke, meanwhile, was not being nearly so cute with her wordplay. She was barely speaking at all, as she just focused on her doppelganger's gorgeous tits, burying her face as deep inside that valley of flesh as she possibly could and rolling it in every direction, a big grin on her face as she blew a near-constant stream of raspberries with her lips, hitting every inch of brown skin that she could and just having a lot of fun in the process. Bubbles was asking her questions, and she had to answer them, though she sighed wistfully as she pulled her face out of the other woman's tits long enough to give her an answer.

"I'm happy to do whatever makes you happy," she would say, her eyes sparkling a bit. "If Darya and Mariah are having fun, we still have time, until they start wanting to do things together with us." She paused, giving Bubbles's tit a kiss, pressing her lips into that flesh and letting it mold around her face for a second before pulling up again.

"Not that it won't be fun when we play as a foursome, but...I feel like we didn't get nearly enough one-on-one time in the ring..."

As she and Femke rolled about, Bubbles spared a quick glance towards their wives, watching as they explored each others body’s and touched and kissed and used their uniforms in way the creators never intended. It said for the woman currently sucking on her breasts, that she was able to distract Bubbles from her own wife making out with a hot Russian, but that was just her fellow giantess’ talent. When Femke was on top of her, thrusting about, making love, fucking, it was hard to think about anything else.

All the same, she made a mental note of the two of them in their outfits. She didn’t want to wager on how long either of them would stay intact.

”Don’t think there’s enough time in the world for you, Femke. But yes,” She reached down to unbutton her pants and zip them down, revealing her bare pussy in short order. ”You and me, we got some unfinished business. So let’s even up.”

Femke had let her puppies free, and now she’d return the favor, as she reached down and slid off her tops, nearly ripping it apart with her mad efforts. After a few good tugs, it was off and flung to the far corner of the room, where it would no doubt be staying for a while. As much as she loved having Femke’s mouth going to work on her mammaries, she wanted to look her twin in those red eyes, stare straight into those burning embers.

Meanwhile, Mariah was witnessing something she never thought humanly possible, a modern-day miracle: Darya was making Calculus sound sexy. ”God, I love when you talk dirty.”

She cooed as Darya’s tender touches worked her over and her sultry voice ensured she stayed worked over. A curious tongue began to run along her face, inspecting, and she was eager to greet it. Even more eager to push her hips forward, slapping the sexes against each other, starting a slow grind. ”Why don’t we study my favorite subject, then...”

She reached over and ran a hand down Darya’s curves, feeling her backside through the skirt. Somehow, the skirt almost made it feel better than bare skin.

”...human anatomy.”

Femke would pull herself up a bit so that she had a better vantage point of Bubbles unzipping and pulling off her shorts, not wanting to miss that first heavenly peek at the pussy of the first wrestler since Darya who had been able to keep up with her—the first in three years to knock her out, a true titaness among women. Come to think of it, this would be the first time Femke saw Bubbles completely naked. A light red blush came to her cheeks and she bit her lip, thinking about that wonderful fact as Bubbles stripped naked and showed off that cute, bare pussy. Even on a woman as mighty as her, her pussy looked exquisite, even delicate, those lips like flower petals, and...Femke was already coating the crotch of her cheer bloomers with how excited she was.

Femke was too busy staring to provide Bubbles with much assistance taking off her tight little cheer top. The American tugged on it vigorously, stretching it a bit, nearly tearing it as it reached its limit in one direction, but Bubbles was incredibly smart, and she had it figured out before Femke even realized what was going on. When she felt a breeze tickle her nipples, though, causing them to harden a bit, she would just smile and giggle and finally tear her eyes away from Bubbles's perfect body to meet her gaze, staring into those baby blues. With a grin, Femke would grab onto her own skirt, dig her fingers underneath to catch the bloomers, too, and wiggled out of them as fast as possible—using that wiggle to wiggle her body back up against Bubbles's, too, the two juggernauts grinding together again, this time with absolutely nothing separating them or diminishing the sensation. Femke moaned loudly, Bubbles's mere essence enough to set her off.

"Every inch of you is sexy, Bubbles. I could cum just touching your armpit, or one square inch of your calf..." Femke would marvel. She slid her hands up Bubbles's sides, from her hips to her head, tracing the outline of her friend's heavenly figure lovingly, exactly. "But I get the whole thing tonight. And I don't know where to start. You have any suggestions?"

Darya was glad that her high school-themed dirty talk seemed to be pleasing Mariah. Sometimes she felt her English could fall a little bit flat, but with someone of such a like mind, those worries all seemed to be unfounded. Mariah ate it up, and she pressed their bodies together, meeting Darya's tongue with her own, their crotches grinding through the material of their skirts. Mariah's hands went wandering over Darya's backside and the Russian purred and wiggled her rump as a way of welcoming them.

Darya would press her tongue into Mariah's mouth and wrap it around the lighter-haired woman's tongue, giving it a friendly little slap before letting it snake back out, licking at Mariah's lips as her hands would cluttch the sides of Mariah's breasts, feeling them through her school uniform. "Mmmm...zat is my strongest subject..."