Challenge Accepted...AGAIN!

Mako chuckled as Akane thrashed and yelled. She had locked the hold in tight, and there wasn't any easy way of getting out of this one. The shark would bend not only the woman's ankle, but also the knee and the whole leg in general. She'd make Akane scream soon enough as she jerked her body a few times to increase the pain. However, Akane would start to use her heel to strike Mako's leg repeatedly. Each time it landed down on her limb made the shark grunt loudly, but she refused to release the hold.

"Haha-Ack! Ouch! Timeout? Ack! There's no way I'm...wait..." Mako would say before having an idea. "...Ok...I'll let you out of this...BUT...only if you say...word for word...Oh Mako~ You're such a magnificent beast~" the shark would say in a very lewd tone as if she were feeling incredible bliss. Mako didn't care about being overconfident in this position. After all, she was the one with control in her grasp, and she wasn't letting go anytime soon. Sure she promised to release the fiery brawler, but immediately after she planned to transition into a different hold. Then again, thinking that saying such a thing might be too lewd for Akane, she'd give her a second option, just in case.

"But if that's too dirty for you to say out loud...how about youuuuuu...purr like a kitty!" Mako said with a big grin on her face. "Come on, you wanted me to bark for you right? How about you be my little pussy...cat~ And say Meeeeeoooow~...twice." she'd say before yanking on Akane's ankle for a sudden burst of pain.

"Go ahead...say it! Or the other thing! Pick one and say it for me!" Mako would say giddy with anticipation.

Mako had a strong grip on the Red head’s leg. Even after hammering her with her heel, her she couldn’t shake the shark that had clamped down so tightly on her limb.  And like the pain of a shark bite, Mako kept inflicting serious damage! Akane would be lucky to get out of this submission, but Mako offered an alternative. If Akane said a specific phrase, she would be freed from the hold.

It didn’t take long for ger face to turn bright red.

The phrase was so…lewd. It was intentionally provocative, and it sounded like Mako wanted Akane to do a similar tone, like it was her first time or something. Mako’s second phrase, meowing like a cat, was far more preferable. It was embarrassing, sure, but compared to the other one…

A sharp yank of her ankle let Akane know that Mako was not interested in waiting. Drawing her breath, and pushing her pride aside, she started to mumble, “M…..Mmm…”

God it was so hard to do. To be demoralized in her own home, held hostage in pain. Held captive by a sex crazed firebrand. So why was Akane starting to fell…excited?

An idea popped in her head. She knew that even if Mako did let her go, the shark would probably just pull some other hold on the red head, kick her while she was down. No shame in that, Akane would do the same thing. She needed to distract Mako in order to get enough time to counter her should she actually let go. The only thing that came to mind was the sharks insatiable sex drive.

God, this would be even worse. But it was her only idea, nothing better came to mind.

Acting skills engage.

“~OOoooohh~~” She moaned pleasurably, using her arms to lift herself up, as well as push her breasts together seductively. Akane turned, looking to look into Mako’s eyes. Akane had made it so that she appeared to be tearing up, “Oh Mako~” She raised her hand and bit her index finger shyly, “Y-You’re….such a magnificent-AH!-A magnificent beast~”

That last grunt was improvisation on her part. She wanted to be sure Mako’s wheels were turning. Akane never would have done such an embarrassing display in public, but in private, she could bear with it. She was only doing this to gain an advantage in the fight, not to pleasure Mako. At least, that was what she was telling herself.

Mako chuckled to herself as Akane's face became bright red. The fiery brawler must've been way out of her comfort zone, which was borderline adorable. Mako watched as Akane began to mumble something in the hold. It looked like the woman was struggling to say something, probably because she was going to purr like a kitty as the shark had suggested. So she continued to wrench her leg before doing something that blew Mako's mind.

Akane moaned and spoke in the lewdest tone she'd ever heard from the woman. The woman's eyes looked back at her with so much passion, the way she bit on her finger like she was shy...saying how Mako was such a magnificent beast as if they were really going at it...all of these things made the shark's heart race as she blushed. Making her blush was a big achievement considering how easy going Mako was. And it signaled how overpowered she was by the woman's display. The fact that she did this meant one of two things. One, that Akane was a huge masochist, or two, Akane was acting. The shark should've known it was  acting, but damn it was good acting! So despite the fact this was just the red head complying with her offer, Mako took the bait.

"W-Wah..." she'd say stunned before falling completely silent and freezing up. Then the shark released the hold and started to crawl her way up the woman. Mako wasn't sure why she'd fallen under Akane's spell so easily. Maybe it was the way she looked back at her. The look in her eyes just made everything unrelated to sex fade away. Or maybe it was how the babe bit her finger like she was shy...Mako just couldn't get the unbelievably sexy image out of her head...and she didn't want to!

So the shark would try to roll Akane over on her back, but in all honesty she had no idea what to do after that. Mako was doing all of this out of primal urges and instincts. Honestly, the shark would probably try tearing off that shirt as she looked down at Akane. Then again, she already fell for the woman's trick, so the shark might not even get that far.

Akane waited for Mako’s reaction. The whole display made sure that the red head had a nice, clear blush on her face, embarrassed of what she had to do to get out of the hold. If she was being honest, if Mako laughed at her, or just didn’t react at all, Akane probably would have just gotten up, walked into the bathroom, and locked herself in there for about a week, and hope for a lighting bolt to hit her.

Luckily, that was not necessary, as Mako reacted to Akane’s charms. The red head was honestly surprised, she had no idea it would work as well as it did. She even got to see the sharks cute face blush a little, making the brawlers heart skip a beat.

No, this is a fight, gotta stay focused!

The shark began to crawl up Akane’s down form, it seemed like she was in a haze, not bothering to take position for another hold, just climbing on top. Akane, still in character only had enough time to give a shy “M-Mako?” before getting flipped onto her back. The sharks piercing eyes stared down at her, nothing but want in them. Akane’s heart started to beat fast, Mako was so close, her face seemingly inches away, and both of her hands were on the floor on opposite side of her head. Akane couldn’t look away, even if she wanted to.

“~Mako?~” Akane’s fake blush and tone were slowly starting to feel like it was not acting. Her eyes would flicker between Mako’s and the corner of the ceiling, pretending to be unable to look at such intense eye. Mako’s finger seemed to go inside of Akane’s shirt, and before the red head could react, the Shark had turned her tight shirt into a loose vest, ripping the cloth from the neck down. Akane couldn’t help but make a noise as her breast’s spilled out of the shirt, revealing a slightly risqué bra, that was red, of all colors.

“~M-mako…P…Please don’t…Please don’t eat me.~” The tone was like that of a young woman’s first time, nervous, scared, but an underlying theme of excitement.

Trying to keep her wits, Akane was desperate to continue the fight at this point. Slowly, she would reach up and wrap her arms around Mako, as if she were about to embrace her, and in a way, she was. Slowly, her arms, began to tighten around the shark, at first in a hug, then a slightly uncomfortable embrace, then slowly squeeze the life out of her.

If Mako wasn't smitten already, she was completely head over heels for the woman as she looked down on her. Instead of fighting back, all Akane did was speak out the shark's name dreamily as her shirt was torn off. Although this seemed like going too far, in Mako's defense, she didn't mean to literally tear it off. She had just pulled on it so fast, and it was already so flimsy that it ripped apart with great ease.

This revealed a risqué bra that made the shark's heart race. It was colored red, which made her think everything about Akane was based off fiery colors, and looked absolutely stunning.

"Uh...sorry...I didn't mean to...god you're hot..." Mako said as she tried and failed to apologize for her actions. She just couldn't think straight. It was liked her mind was overheating, and when Akane started ask Mako not to eat her it flat out melted. If she didn't want to be "eaten" then she should NOT have stuttered like that in such a shy tone. It made Akane irresistible, and the shark started to lean down to kiss her.

Just as she began to close in, though, the red headed woman's arms wrapped around her waist in a soft embrace. That is, until it got tighter. And tighter. And so much tighter that she was flat out crushing Mako's ribs. The heat that had overtaken her was replaced by fierce pain as she let out a cry. Now Mako realized the truth about Akane's little act. She'd been played like a fucking violin!

"GAH! Y-YOU! YOU TRICKED ME!" Mako yelled out as Akane crushed her waist. "ARRGGGGH!!! YOU CAN'T JUST LEAD SOMEONE ON LIKE THAT!!! Y-YOU'RE A FUCKING TEASE! YOU HEAR ME!? TEEEEAAASSE!" the shark yelled as trashed about and tried to push off of the woman's shoulders to get free. But despite her normally unshakeable confidence, Mako's ego was hurt. Somewhat from embarrassment of being made a fool, a lot from he fact that Akane wasn't actually overcome by her sexual prowess...that one stung deep.

Her struggling wouldn't be enough to get away from a brute like Akane, though. The shark could only push herself up a bit on the woman's body. This ended up with her tits being right on top of Akane's face. Normally she'd make taunts and jabs about this sort of thing, but she hadn't actually noticed yet. However, the red head wouldn't be so oblivious to a thing like this...

There was no better prey than ones that thought they were doing the hunting. The look of surprise was always priceless, and Mako’s was no different. The King of the sea was caught in a trap, her primal hunger overriding the logical part of her mind, and now she was stuck struggling in Akane’s arms. A warm smile and caring eyes were plastered on the brawler’s face, as if she weren’t crushing the life out of the shark.

She couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. Mako was definitely going in for a kiss, and Akane had unintentionally interrupted her. What was a kiss from Mako like? Rough and sloppy, or surprisingly refined? She couldn’t help but think she had just lost her one opportunity to find out. To top it off, she was now out of a shirt. There were so few designs and brands the red head actually liked, and the shirt that was destroyed was a mixture of the two.

Oh well. Maybe after she beat Mako, she could take her out for a spin with a shopping trip.

“No need to yell. This is a fight after all, and anything goes in my book.” The grip got tighter, the smile warmer “its your fault for suggesting it, then getting too into it…~Mako~.”

Mako pushed and flailed, but she was not getting out of this. Akane was stronger than the shark, and in close quarter combat, the distance between each other’s strength became readily apparent. No matter how much she twisted and turned, unless Akane wanted to let her go, she was staying in her grip.
At least, that was what the red head thought. All of Mako’s wiggling made it so her position shifted in Akane’s arms. She didn’t escape, but something else happened…something that could turn the tide…

Boobs.

Mako’s bosom had-somehow-found found its way to be uncomfortably close to Akane’s face. The shark did not seem to notice, but Akane was all too aware. Akane tried not to get flustered, but it was impossible not to, they were just too, well, big. The soft mounds reminded her of their first brawl, where she had found herself in a similar situation. The memory turned any thought in her head to putty, and she forced herself to turn her head away.

Why did Mako have to be this way? Why couldn’t she be tough, but ugly? Or cute, but frilly? But more importantly, why was Akane acting like a girl who just got a card from her crush? It was a pair of breasts, for gods sake! She had one just like Mako, probably even bigger!

But they were so soft~

Slowly, Akane seemed to loosen her grip, the red head was frozen underneath Mako. The normally strategic minded fighter was quiet, on neither offense, nor defense. Strangely, the only sound that could be heard from her was small, uncomfortable chuckling, a girl close to her crush.

After hearing Akane's words, the shark hated to admit it, but the woman was right. She had fallen for her act, and now she was paying for it. If Mako wasn't being crushed, then she would've been kicking her own ass for being seduced so easily. She wasn't some slutty school girl! Mako was the one who seduced the slutty school girls! God she got in a lot of trouble for that before she graduated high school. Mako was the bane of the teachers, parents, and most importantly the guidance counselor. Poor Mrs. Kobyashi never came close to getting the shark to stop during their mandatory meetings. And after the episode where she told Mako's mom to discipline her daughter...let's just say she never bothered the shark again after seeing her mother's bad side. But being in this situation with Akane was a role reversal she could NEVER get used too.

So Mako would thrash about wildly like the fierce ocean predator she was named after. It didn't seem like she'd get out, until Akane's grip suddenly faltered. Not completely, but enough so that the shark could manage an escape. It was at this moment that she realized why Akane's grip was weakening. Looking down, Mako saw how flustered her opponent had become under her breasts! She must've moved up while struggling without noticing it. This made the shark smile wide as she pressed her breasts down even harder on Akane's face to embarrass her.

"Oops! Sorry, I didn't mean to do that! Let me get these tits off of you're face!" she'd chuckle innocently. "But even if I did...anything goes right?~" the shark whispered as she used Akane's own words against her.

So with one more hard push off the fiery brawler's shoulders, Mako would try to break free from the crushing bear hug. She hoped that her breasts would make Akane way too uncomfortable to focus. Giving her the perfect opening to get out of this bear hug. If successful, Mako would then follow up by doing what she did best. Beat the fucking sense out of people. The shark would attempt to ground and pound Akane's face, and her breasts a few times to switch things up, with punch after punch.

As soon as the red headed brawler started to defend herself, though, Mako would place her hands on the woman's shoulders before pulling back her right leg until it was up in the air. Then, she'd fire it back down to drill Akane's abs with a meteoric knee strike to continue the assault!

Akane was shell shocked. Or in this case, boob shocked. Her mind was on repeat, trying to think of a way of throwing Mako off of her and to get back into the fight, then feeling Mako nudge around and her soft orbs would press down and up again. As utterly stupid as it was, Akane thought it was cute, like they wanted attention. Either way, it was hard to think with them in her face.

Mako finally seemed to notice the source of Akane’s “distraction”, and took advantage of it. Somehow, Akane’s Face got even more red as Mako pushed her chest down on to her face, making the brawlers head all but short circuit. Akane didn’t even here Mako, to busy trying to avoid her slight smile being seen by the shark. If she saw it, Akane figured the shark wouldn’t stop talking about it. Mako liked to bring up embarrassing things, and adding another bullet to the list would not help matters.

Thankfully, Akane wouldn’t be in her funk for long, as her prey was able to rip from her grasp, and without a moment’s hesitation began laying into the red head. The first punch caught her off guard, a dull look of surprise as Mako’s fist smashed into Akane’s jaw. The second blow got much more of a reaction, stirring the red head from her strange fantasies.

“Ow! Hey what are yo-ACK!”

After what was probably the third punch-Akane was still somewhat out of it- the red head finally brought up her arms to defend her face…only for Mako to suddenly attack her generous bosom. Despite mostly fighting in crude, unorganized brawls for most of her life, going for the boobs always seemed like a low move, something Akane herself probably wouldn’t do unless desperate. Knowing that Mako was probably doing it out of lust didn’t make her embarrassed, not this time. This time, it actually seemed to tick the brawler off.

“God damn it, Mako! The hell is wrong with you?” she shouted while blocking another strike to her breast. It was a bad situation to be in, unable to wind up any punches strong enough to knock Mako off. The best she could do was throw light jabs at the shark in hopes she would back off.

Mako had one more trick up her non-existent sleeve. Almost as soon as Akane began to fight Back, The Shark pinned her shoulders to the floor, pushing them down as she lifted herself up, bringing her leg up with her. Similar to a guillotine, Mako dropped a sharp knee strike into Akane’s unprotected stomach, causing the red head to gasp in pain noiselessly, spittle erupting from her mouth.

Primal instinct took over, Akane just rolling over and curling up in defense of her stomach. Noiselessly, she gagged on air, trying to keep the shake she had earlier down. Her eyes were wide in surprise, staring blankly ahead of her as her mind scrambled to decide what to do next, screwed up from the adrenaline from Mako’s breasts and the extreme pain of her stomach.

Mako could tell Akane was mad about the tit punches. Normally the shake wouldn't have done such a thing, but she wanted to win more than she wanted to play nice. Besides, this was supposed to be a brutal, no holds barred, extremely violent, weaponless brawl. Mako shouldn't even need to worry about what she was punching. She just needed to keep punching! So ignoring Akane's shouts, she'd continue to attack by driving her knee into the woman's stomach. And judging from her opponent's reaction, it hurt. Like, a lot.

Akane finally managed to cover up in defense, but she was gasping from the blow. Spit even few out of her mouth from the knee's impact. With the woman's guard up, though, Mako would change up her plan of attack. Pushing herself up Akane's body, the shark would begin to wrap her legs around the red head's neck as she rolled them both over. This way Mako would be on the bottom while Akane was on top with her head being squeezed between her legs.

"What's wrong with me? Well since you asked...I'm kinda sex crazed, I have huge issues with my personal space and other's, I've got zero modesty in me, people seeing me naked doesn't embarrass me in the slightest, I'm kind of a tomboy but that's not really wrong now that I think of it. I get drunk a little too often, I'm prone to violence, I can get pretty pissed with father figures, I can't resist muscular women, my own dad left before I was born, but then he came back and it turns out I'm a lot like him, which freaks everyone but me out. Honestly I don't know why I get along with him. Maybe I don't really see him as my dad? More like a crazy uncle I guess." the shark explained as she squeezed her thighs around Akane's head.

"Well that's enough about me...what's wrong with you?" Mako would ask as she laid back, hands behind her head, and waited for the woman to speak up. Honestly, though, if Akane told her anything she'd be surprised. Mako just expected a blank "What the hell?" stare for the long rant she'd given. That, or maybe the classic, "Fuck you", instead.

Akane was far too preoccupied with her own suffering to understand what as going on with Mako. Her stomach burned from the strike, the knee blasting into her unguarded midsection, pinching her between the crushing knee and the floor below. Akane had never been shot before, but she wondered if this was what it felt like, searing pain on the outside that just didn’t seem to go away, with unreachable, excruciating spasms flicking on and on inside the body. It was taking all of the red heads will power to keep the overflowing fluids that were building up in her from spilling out. Snot, saliva, and tears all pooled in her head, but she refused to let them flow. She was tough, a former leader, and she was determined not to show herself in a weakened state to a foe, not even in private.

The brawler had curled up to defend her stomach from further punishment, trying her best to insure the shark could not take another “bite” out of the damaged abdomen. It left a number of other appendages ripe for the picking, but Akane really did not care about that for the moment, her usually strategic and intuitive fighting sense had become fuzzy and dulled with pain and lust.

Mako was not struggling with such extremes.

She quickly puller herself upwards, getting in a position to wrap her thighs around Akane’s neck. The red head was just able to get some sense back into her, her arms reaching up towards Mako’s soft thighs just before they turned hard as a rock. The pressure pushing down on Akane’s head was immense, they only slack she got was from her powerful arms trying to desperately pull the thigh’s apart. Mako didn’t seem to skip a beat, and apparently took Akane’s earlier question literally, as she began to monologue about everything that was wrong with her. The whole thing was really weird, but seemed to distract Mako enough for Akane to pull her thigh’s apart, even if it was only just a sliver of freedom.

“Ngh! No offense Mako…” Akane mumbled as she struggled to keep the thighs from squashing her skull, “but I kinda already knew half of that….and guessed the rest. Well except for the father thing, that’s new.”

Akane got her feet under her, and began to squirm, quite a bit so.

“As for me, I try to keep my problems to myself.” More struggling ensued, “At least, not until you buy me dinner first~”

She got one of her arms through Mako’s arms, and she was able to turn herself around, going from her back to her stomach. It provided the red heads arms with better leverage, making it easier move her arms. It would be extremely tough, but Akane decided to try something. With one arm, she would grab onto Mako’s top, the other would help lift her and the shark off the floor. Akane was going for a very low level powerbomb, from the looks of it.

The hold also had another…unintentional benefit. Akane’s face was now just an inch away from Mako’s crotch.