Yayuuki 'Lucky' Sakura vs. Bubbles Burste - Fun In the Sun

Less than a minute in and Bubbles was on her back. That had to be some kind of record, though the Virgin Killer wasn’t in a good mindset to really dwell on it at the moment. Not when she was on her back, dazed and dizzied from the onslaught her younger, energetic foe had thrown her way since the opening moments of this fight. This was a new feeling, but one that she didn’t hate. She was still out to win and loved to dominate, but having a challenge, real difficulty, was a rare treat.

She had just started to work on lifting her way back up, knowing that her opponent would be on her soon, that if she was smart - and Lucky seemed like a very smart little lady - she would take advantage of the massive window. And to Lucky’s credit, that was precisely what she did. Just not the way Bubbles was expecting.

She hummed in surprise as Lucky gave her the Spider-Man kiss, pressing their lips together upside. One of her favorite kissing positions as it turned out, and she reveled in the taste of her sweet opponent, enjoying every supple smack. It was over far too soon for her liking. ”Yeah, I’ve got a little experience.” Bubbles giggled, an impish grin taking over her face. ”What gave it away?”

Though she asked a question, Bubbles didn’t wait for an answer, and instead reached up for Lucky’s head. At first, it might have looked like she was going for another kiss, but the target was actually lower, as she tried to pull her opponent’s face into her heaving chest, going for a 69 version of the breastsmother.

Sakura and Bubbles locked lips in this awkward position, the cheerleader doing her absolute best to not make it overly sloppy or gross! To be honest and maybe it was a little personal shame of hers, she didn't have enough experience kissing people like this... she was used to PRESSING into them, giving them the what-for in a head-to-head clash of sexiness! This was... strange... Their bodies weren't squished together, her upper lip felt somewhat unfamiliar with Bubbles' bottom lip but that didn't make it any less hot! Just... different... It made her body CRAVE the contact that came with the classic kisses but she also didn't want to break this one to satisfy her cravings...

See? It was weird!

When they finally did break, Bubbles admitted that yes, yes indeed she knew a bit! WELL WASN'T THAT AN UNDERSTATEMENT! Legit, the bigger woman was just being humble or something because just saying she "had a little experience" didn't even come CLOSE to the amount of pleasure she got out of these contacts! She could just TASTE a great wealth of experience her opponent had built over the years and she couldn't even find where it ended yet! The movements, the way her tongue attacked her with such skill and guile... She might've even gone so far as to say it rivaled her own, she who had a fetish for these things and had actively HONED her craft as a part of her training! She wasn't ashamed of that, though... No, she welcomed this challenge gladly! It felt so good to flex her kissing-muscles every so often...

"Mmm... Well... I specialize in these things..." Lucky admitted with a snicker, leaning her cheek into Bubbles' massive, tanned hand, gently stroking it with her cheek! Remember when she thought she was trying to keep her head in the game instead of in the kiss? WELL SO MUCH FOR THAT! Bubbles was just too good... too enticing a challenge! "Heh... And... um... You kiss really- MMPH!" What she thought was another kiss went down FAR too low, her face taking a dive right between those massive breasts slipping right into the entrance to her cleavage! The Virgin Killer had strung her along well, using her natural charms and bubbly personality to weave this insidious trap, now having Lucky right in her succubus-like grip!

...Okay, it was probably nowhere near as dark as that, but Bubbles had her in a pickle nonetheless! Of course, pulling Sakura into this position from such an angle forced Bubbles to eat her own medicine (choice words indeed), Lucky's breasts flopping out over her face as well! If it were visible, the cheerleader's cheeks would be SO RED RIGHT NOW! She moaned softly into the hot, sweaty pillows that muffled, her, immediately working on her escape!

What would that be? Kissing her way out of course! Really, it was the only thing she COULD do from here! She certainly wasn't gonna muscle her way outta this one and speed/technique really didn't mean much when you were held down like this and so... Lucky latched onto every exposed inch of skin she could get her lips around, suckling and kissing and lightly nipping, all just to entice Bubbles to free her from this embrace! Well... also because she wanted to do it... Was kinda hard to resist when the woman you were fighting was this HOT and reveled in it!

As Mariah looked on, she couldn’t help but notice that Lucy reminded her immensely of Bubbles around the first time they met. Oh, she lacked the size, of course, but most of the other indicators were present and accounted for. The energy, the endless smiles, the enthusiasm, the nigh-infinite well of insatiable lust...it was as if Bubbles was up against a smaller, younger doppelganger.

That gave her a few ideas, actually, though she’d keep them close to the chest until the show was over. Best not to distract from this.

Not while Bubbles was having such a good time between the ropes. As it turned out, there was another thing that Lucky had in common with the Virgin Killer in her early days, back when she had trouble letting her libido run away with her. She could get a little too amorous in a match and forget what her objective was, and it seemed like Lucky was having a similar problem, as she caressed and stroked and spoke sweet, loving words.

Cute. Adorable, really. It almost made Bubbles feel bad when she pulled her in for a smother and started squeezing the life out of her.

This wasn’t a traditional breastsmother, if such a thing even existed, but it afforded Bubbles opportunities that she wouldn’t have had if she did it the normal way. Namely, she had a pair of lovely tits to play with as the tit smother went on, and she helped herself to them. Licks. Nibbles. Suck and suckling at the nipples. All while Lucky did the same to her on the other end, only without the benefit of oxygen.

It was good fun, but it couldn't go on forever. Knocking Lucky out wouldn’t accomplish anything, not until she got that all important orgasm out of the young thing. So a change in positions was called for.

Bubbles rolled to her front, pressing down on her foe’s face, and then abruptly spun about, lifting out of the breastsmother as she attempted to straddle her waist. Once she established that position and let her weight do the work for her, she could get to the part of this match where they had some real fun.

Lucky suckled and kissed, carressed with her cheeks and did everything she could to mess with Bubbles and discover a weak point among these squishy mountains but her success-quota remained stagnate! Meanwhile, Bubble's success was all too abundant, the sultry sounds escaping from her cleavage leaving even the most confident guys shifting their feet in jealousy! Lucky couldn't even right now... Those lips, they attacked her like they had already thoroughly navigated her body before, easily locating her softest, most sensitive points and assaulted them with almost religious zealotry! She squirmed and gasped and cried as much as she could with how little air she had left, not even in her weakening state did she stop! She couldn't! It felt too great to keep quiet...

Suddenly, the world shifted, and Lucky found herself flipped back-down into the water below. At first, she didn't understand what had happened... Everything was so dark... so... constricted... Her mind was already foggy from the treatment she was getting and it was only when Bubbles deemed it fit to let her breath did everything make sense! Sakura SUCKED in so much air, one could almost see an air vortex down into her throat, the poor girl gasping and gathering as much air into her lungs as possible! Her baboon-red cheeks were exposed to the world (but more importantly Bubbles) as the larger woman adjusted her position, straddling the smaller girl and pinning her to the ground! This was exactly the kind of position she didn't want to find herself in and because she got CARRIED AWAY, she was gonna pay for it...

"Eheh..." She giggled nervously, raising a hand up to her cheek to see if she was still blushing.... Yup. Burning hot. Probably even hotter now! "...Uhm... Y-yeah as I... uh... was saying... You're p-pretty talented Mrs. Burste! That smother was.... something else...."

Lucky. Couldn't. Even right now. Bubbles kneeling over her, her massive form pinning her to the ground like this... She would be such a dirty little liar if she didn't admit that she was turned on by this display of casual domination... She certainly didn't deny it herself and judging by that perverted smile on her lips, she was doing a pitiful job hiding it from her opponent. So much skill and raw talent... It was overwhelming...

"W-what will you do next..?" Lucky just had to know. Why? To counter it, DUH!

....

Seriously. No, it wasn't because she was looking FORWARD to it! Lucky wasn't THAT consumed with lust... Maybe. If she was planning something, the lustful moans and wanting eyes were a nearly impervious veil!

The crowd seemed more than a little divided on how they felt about the display in front of them. Some of them were hardcore Bubbles fans, out to see their favorite jiggling giantess destroy another woman in sumptuous, sensual fashion. Some of them were rooting for the plucky up-and-coming star to triumph and take a giant leap in her career.

Mariah, for her part, wasn’t leaning either way. Oh, she had faith in her wife to win. Betting on Bubbles was always safe money. But would she have cared too much if she didn’t come out on top? No. Bubbles had lost before it, could happen again. The important thing was that she was having fun.

If the wide, devilish grin on her face was any indication, she was having a lot of fun.

Bubbles, for her part, was very pleased with her place in the world at this moment. Oh, Lucky was a skilled girl, had enough agility to give her the runaround, but in her experience that didn’t matter so much when she was on top and she had her weight to keep an opponent anchored. This was when she was at her best.

”What’ll I do next?” She chirped, with a giggle that made both their bodies shake. ”Whatever. I. Want.”

As it turned out, what Bubbles wanted was to slide back and start rubbing her rump against Lucky’s crotch, starting a nice, hard grind, pressing down with her firm, unyielding muscle. She rocked back and forth, savoring the flesh beneath, and reached out with open hands to grab Lucky’s breasts. Left to her own devices, she was all about feeling those tits between her fingers, giving them tender loving squeezes, interlaced with the occasional crush to emphasize just how strong she how markedly less gentle she could be if so inclined. A silent warning to stay in line.

"O-oh..." Lucky responded, a sly smile stretching across her face. "Is that so...?" She could dirty-talk too, god dang it! What had started as a fight had turned on it's head with Bubbles mounting her like some sort of pack animal, rubbing herself against her nethers! She moaned softly, unable to keep it in as the larger woman pressed down almost painfully on one of her most sensitive places, the giant's hands taking hold of the other two most sensitive! She groped and groped, eliciting more moans from the smaller girl as her eyes fluttered in contentment. If Bubbles kept going like this, she might've just fallen into a completely submissive state! The issue was, though, the Goliath just had to assert herself!

Bubbles' hands chomped DOWN on her breasts, bringing the cheerleader's cries of pleasure to a sudden halt, her eyes snapping wide open as she chest protested such an aggressive action! That there was her mistake, Bubbles... If she just kept being gentle, cradling her in a soft, comforting embrace, this little lamb might've remained docile. However, with that threat of action, she had just reminded her that this WAS a fight, reminding her that getting lost in the moment was NOT an option! Yes... And her arms were not pinned and those big, boulder-breasts of the Virgin killer's hung right there in front of her like a pair of tear-drop shaped targets! Aiming for those nipples that threatened to poke THROUGH the fabric of the giant's bikini, Lucky threw as powerful a punch she could into Bubbles' breast, intending to grind that ever-so sensitive nipple back inside! She then followed it up with another one from the other hand to the opposite breast, then again with the former one!

"Nopenopenopenopenope!" She proclaimed with each blow, throwing fists until Bubbles was FORCED to retreat off her! If she did, Lucky would scramble back to her feet, scuttling away back to gain some distance between them... Her heart pounded in her chest for more than one reason, but the predominant one was that she had come SO close to getting offed right there... Like... Bubbles HAD her. Geez... she was like a Venus Lude-trap or something, catching her if she stops for a second!

...That was gonna make the winning conditions haaaaaard! Speaking of hard, the reason her cheeks were burning so hard right now WASN'T because of the grinding and the fondling! No, it was because of the exertion! Yeah, that's it!

Now, where had this little ray of sunshine been hiding all of Bubbles’ life? She’d thought she did a good job of sussing out all the potential hentai lovers on the Friction roster, but it seemed like she’d missed a big one with Lucky. It was hard to imagine a talent like this staying in the shadows for long, and yet, here they were.

She cooed, a low, soft purr, as her hips rocked back and forth, grinding against the eager woman beneath, feeling every curve, every muscle, every tendon, and loving all of it. The breast rubbing might have been a bad idea, though. Well, not bad, groping was never the wrong move, but it did have the unfortunate side effect of waking Lucky up. As she’d proven, she was a handful when she was active.

She didn’t begrudge Lucky for her targets. Given how big Bubbles breasts were, even relative to her size, it was a wonder that women didn’t target them more often. It was an effective attack, too, going deep into each of her globes, right on target, making the Virgin Killer yelp in surprise after every strike. She took about eight or nine before enough was enough, and she had to roll her way off.

Lucky’s fan roared as she gained her freedom...all of them save for Bubbles, of course. She was too busy hissing and caressing her battered chest, hurriedly trying to get back to her feet before her foe could capitalize on the gap she’d created.

It took so many punches to get Bubbles off her... Strike after strike, her fists digging into those large, squishy pillows again and again, back and forth, back and forth until finally, the goliath's chest could take the punishment no more! The giant rolled off of her after so much grinding and feeling, the poor cheerleader's chest huffing and puffing, her cheeks burning a HEAVY red at the refined flavors of arousal the Virgin killer invoked! Her crotch tingled in anticipation of further stimulation, already wet (or was that the water by their feet) and her body was somewhat weakened in the glow of this attack. Still! Bubbles seemed to be having a harder time recovering from all those punches! Lucky knew from experience fighting with her younger sisters that being punched in the boobs was not a comfortable feeling... She'd have to kiss them and make up for it! Maybe in this match... maybe no...

But there would be kissing to be done! Lucky had all the plans for that! Suddenly, the cheerleader would charged down Bubbles Burste, energy flowing through her with a new surge of adrenaline, Sakura THROWING herself at the larger woman in an attempt to take her down in a blistering spear! Before they even touched the ground, though, Lucky would pull back, pressing herself tightly against bubbles, hip to hip, nipple to wounded nipple, her arms wrapped around her as she mashed her lips intensely against the larger woman shamelessly and without hesitation! That taste she got before at the beginning of the match didn't satisfy her... Not at all! She wanted more... And she would get more on her own terms!

Lucky was quick to push deeper into the realm of open mouth tongue kisses, one hand reaching up to run through her opponent's short but silky blonde hair while her other reached down, massaging inside the virgin killer's thighs, slipping under her bikini with hungry determination! The Match was really secondary here... She wanted Bubbles... Moreover, she wanted to CONQUER this giant! Imagine what she could BOAST about, having beaten a woman twice her size!? But seriously... this was too hot for it to just be about winning here... One could say it had a personal element...

Mariah rarely worried about Bubbles in any match, knowing the last thing her behemoth of a wife needed was concern for her tank-like body, but she could hold back her concern when Lucky went to town on her two favorite parts of Bubbles anatomy. She’d spent countless hours in that cleavage - kissing, sucking, suckling, licking - and she hated to see any real damage done to them. She was quick to come over, splashing about the ringside area until she was at her wife’s side.

”Are they okay?” She leaned her in under the bottom rope, inspecting Bubbles as she started to pick herself. ”Any swelling? Anything like that?”

Bubbles threw a sideways glance at her wife and tried hard not to laugh. And failed. A giggle got out. A pained giggle. ”Yeah, I’m fine. Just need to-”

‘Fine’ might not have been the best word to summarize Bubbles current position. Not when she had Lucky barreling down on her and tackling her to the floor. It was weird thing to see, like a lion cub downing a full grown lioness, but the little firecracker had all the momentum behind her, and she knew how best to use it.

So. She had Bubbles down. What would she do with that?

Get her in some kind of submission hold?

Maybe ground and pound?

Or...kisses. Yeah. More kisses. About what Bubbles was expecting. Not that she would ever complain.

The Virgin Killer let out a long, lewd moan into Lucky’s mouth as she took her in the kiss, and an even longer, lewder moan when her fingers went to work below, heating up between her legs. The moment ran away with her, and she found herself squirming under the younger woman’s touch, thrashing this way and that, totally taken in the moment.

Lucky rocked and rolled with Bubbles as they kissed, hardly able to keep her pinned to the mat with how different their weight-classes were! She simply rested atop that giant, strong, warm tan body using her percieved superior lip-work to keep Bubbles entranced and vulnerable. She was oh-so vulnerable... Squirming and thrashing the way she was as her fingers ventured under her bathing suit... It was quite a journey too! Bubbles kept herself in such good shape, she got the feel each and every packed and powerful muscle on her way down south, intrigued by the shape of her body! Hm... How could those breasts be so... soft and warm and stuff when the rest of her was so tough and hard...? It was perplexing to say the absolute least, but she didn't have time for that! She had work to do!

Fun...

Interactive...

Work...

Sakura's tongue pushed inside the virgin-killer's mouth as if it were on a mission, laying siege to it and engaging the opposing muscle in a passionate and powerful duel! Meanwhile, her hand had stopped tracing the inside of her opponent's leg, instead moving riiiiiight to the goodstuff, gently stroking those southern lips, letting them prepare for the penetration to come...