Challenge Accepted...AGAIN!

Mako chuckled as Akane told her she was awake. The fiery woman sounded tired. Really tired. Which was why the shark found her response so funny. The red head sounded like she was someone's mom whose kid had successfully drained her through their constant need for attention. However, Mako eventually realized that she was the kid in this situation. That made her laugh a bit more, which must've sounded a bit random to the red headed brawler.

"Heh...Haha...Good...If that knocked you out...I wouldn't be able to...punch you anymore.....well...not until round three~" she'd explain while purring almost like a devious cat towards the end.

So as Akane began to sit up slowly and taunted her, Mako would do the same as she pushed herself off her stomach and onto her knees. Still breathing a bit heavily as her hands rested on her hips, the shark would take a second before responding to her opponent.

"I'm not tired...you're tired! I can do this all night!~" Mako declared while spreading out her arms and then putting them forward to wave Akane at her with her hands. Of course, the shark couldn't help but stare at the woman's large bust that was just begging to be seen. Even if Akane was still wearing a bra, Mako could look at that rack for a long time. But, she'd successfully manage to pry her eyes away while starting to stand on her two feet. Then shaking her head from side to side, Mako would toss aside all her many, many lewd thoughts before raising her fists.

"Ok...where were we?" she'd ask with a smile while waiting for Akane to get to her feet.

Akane only sighed as Mako laughed at something she found funny. Whatever it could, the red head could only guess, not wanting to devote much brain power to the intricacies of Mako’s slightly twisted, lust filled mind. The shark wanted to keep fighting, so the slight break was now over, time to tire out the kid and put them to bed.

That is, if she would stop staring at her breasts.

“Mako…you suck. Eyes up!”

Honestly, if she had the money, time, energy, and overall motivation, Akane would probably go see someone for a consultation on reduction. Sure, there was occasional back pain, and too few things fit right, but it was the staring that always got to her. Everybody stared at them, even when a fist was careening towards their face. It was a bit irritating, everyone noticing her breasts before her, but she could put up with it in the end. Usually she could get some good shots in while they stared.

“Well, if I remember correctly, I was about to get myself a new ‘pup’”

Stepping up, Akane decided to go a simple route. That seemed best when dealing with a big fish, after all. Cocking her right arm back, the red head through a blazing haymaker looking to dislocate Mako’s jaw from her skull.

Mako's eyes shot up immediately as Akane commanded them too. The woman didn't like having her breasts ogled apparently, which was something the shark felt differently about. Not that she liked it when tons of strangers did it to her, more often she just didn't care. Sure there was something fun about a huge audience cheering you on while dominating an opponent sexually, or being sexually dominated even, but normally Mako shrugged it off.

She could ignore lustful eyes and sleazy remarks whenever she wanted to. Modesty had no hold on her. At the very least Mako understood that others weren't like her. In fact, the shark knew that she was the bizarre one and sure it was depressing to think about that too hard. But at the end of the day, she didn't give a fuck.

Mako cared far more about Akane saying she was about to get a new 'pup'. Smiling wide at her taunt, the shark barely resisted charging in right then and there.

"Awww...you're really into that role, huh? I can't say I'm not...Hehe~ It's just sad that we'll never get to see that fantasy...cause I'm gonna knock. you. out. cold!~" Mako declared while emphasizing each word. Both women suddenly made their move then as Akane cocked back her fist before throwing a missile. While the shark charged in while lifting her arms to block said missile. Despite having her arms up to guard, though, the red headed brawler still clocked her.

Mako wasn't completely sure what happened, but she was pretty sure that Akane punched her hard enough to force her arms apart, and connect with her target. The blow was weakened, but embarrassingly enough, she still landed on her ass. It wasn't enough to keep her stunned, though, as the shark would suddenly roll herself onto her upper back as if she was about to do a kip up. But instead of landing back on her feet, Mako aimed it so that her feet would connect with Akane's abs as she shot her legs out.

The shark was betting that after being dropped, her opponent would want to get into position before ground and pounding her into unconsciousness. If so, Akane would be jumping right into Mako's attack!

Mako and Akane charged each other, like two trains at max speed heading to crash in a spectacular fashion. Akane’s muscular arm coming down like an unstoppable force, with Mako going in on defense, using both of her arms to form a powerful, unmoving object. The two forces collided and…

Well, it turned out Mako’s defense was not so much an immovable object. Akane’s fist cracked hard into the stone hard fore arms of the shark, losing some of its momentum, but forcing its way through, hitting its mark square on. Akane could feel Mako’s soft skin being forced around by her knuckles, grinding against her own teeth underneath. It was a satisfying feeling, but not so much as when she watched the shark stumble, then fall onto her butt. What made it even better was that Mako had just taunted her that she would be knocking the red head out.

Get real…

“Your off to a great start so far. That almost hurt my hand there, couple more punches to the head, it might actually get sore.”

Akane was ready to finish Mako. The shark was entertaining, but tiresome after a certain point. A simple mount, a few swift blows to the head, and Akane would be dining on shark fin soup for dinner.

Well, maybe not soup, but certainly something~

Mako was not as dazed as Akane would have like, already getting ready to kick back up. Well, not if the red head anything to say about it. She rushed in, ready to tackle the shark back to the ground, hold her down, and finish this fight.

But Mako was not stupid. She expected as much, and rather than stand back up, she instead decided to go for a hard kick towards Akane’s abs, scoring a direct hit!

A slight cough was the only response out of Akane, before stumbling backwards clutching her gut. She cast a quick, angry glare, one eye shut to try and focus out some of the pain burning in her gut.

“Bitch!”

Mako's kip up kick went perfectly as both her feet struck Akane's midsection. The impact sending her backwards a few steps with one of her eyes closed in agony. Overall, it looked like a pretty successful attack. But Mako knew she could do better. So, the shark would preform a kip up for real this time. Rolling onto her upper back before kicking out hard enough to get both feet on the ground, she'd stand up tall before throwing back her fist.

"Bitch isn't a good enough word to describe me...which is why I can't be your little pup~" Mako taunted a playful tone before firing a punch upwards at Akane's face. She was looking to hit her opponent with a fierce uppercut. One that would rattle her a great deal. In her head, Mako imagined shooting up several feet into the air as she landed the blow, while Akane flew up before crashing down on her back. This wasn't a video game, though, so reality was a bit different from what happened in her head. This would be more showy than effective if anything.

If successful, Mako would quickly back up. Seeing as Akane would be looking to make her hurt twice as bad for what she'd done. Still, the shark wasn't afraid of the fiery brawler. If anything, Mako was eager for the woman to come chasing after her. So as she backed a bit past the entryway, the shark would crouch slightly while waving Akane at her.

"Come here, Akane~ How about you show me the rest of this place? I wonder what your bedroom looks like...my money's on messy. You know? Clothes thrown all around, unmade bed, a broken alarm clock or two." Mako would say as she hinted a few things in her words. Getting Akane to show the shark her bedroom was obviously a playful way to say lets get in it. While the part about broken alarm clocks was a jab at her that mixed being a heavy sleeper, with being an angry person. Regardless, Mako was eager to keep going with Akane. This fight was going better than their first in a few way, and she couldn't help but love every second of it.

Akane was far too busy dealing with the pain in her stomach, the knee strike from earlier coming back to haunt her. Go it hurt so bad before, and the double kick did little to remedy the fading pain. It was like she had been stabbed, the pain wasn’t exactly excruciating, but sharp and constant. It kept the red head bent over, making her unprotected head a prime target. Her head may as well have been on a guillotine block.

Akane remembered to keep her eyes on her opponent at the worst possible moment, looking up in time to get a hard uppercut to the jaw, her head shooting back from the blow. Funny enough, Akane also imagined a video game scenario. Suddenly, Mako was wearing a skimpy, green ninja outfit, clocking the red head in an equally skimpy outfit. All that was left was for someone to shout “Finish her!” and the thought would be complete.
Admittedly, Mako looked incredible in that jade outfit…

It was Akane’s turn to be knock flat on her tush The dazed brawler, rubbing her jaw, quickly moved to stand and defend herself from any further attack. But Mako was not where she was a second ago. At first, Akane thought she was moving behind her, going for another German Suplex. Akane would make her regret it, getting ready to throw a violent back hand behind her, but Mako was not so predictable.

Akane heard Mako, and her desire to explore the apartment further. The shark teased, and waved Akane on, implying that she wanted to see Akane’s bedroom and already guessing correctly that it was messy. Akane tried to think what exactly was in her room. Clothes on the floor? Check. Cans of various drinks thrown in a corner? Check. Alarm clock? Surprisingly working, but in need of replacing. From what Akane could remember, there was nothing in the room that would be too bad to show others…Maybe she would have liked to make her bed before—

A sudden realization hit Akane harder than any of Mako’s punches. Fear weld up in her chest and eyes, remembering something that she simply COULD NOT let Mako see. The shark had a big mouth, and Akane figured it would be half, maybe one hour before she spilled what was sitting in Akane’s bed to the entire world if she spotted it.

There was a man in Akane’s bed.

His name was Kouta, and he was a little, tiny, stuffed bear, with a blank face that consisted of two dots for eyes and a sideways “3” for a mouth. Akane’s little sister had gotten him for her years back when they were still talking, winning him at a carnival or something. Akane was never really into things like stuffed animals or cutesy stuff, but her little sis worked hard to get it for her, and it made a decent enough pillow, so Akane never had the heart to throw him out. Eventually, she got kind of attached to the thing, calling it “the man of the house”, and using him as an excuse to get out of dates or social situations she did not want to be a part of. “Oh I would, but Kouta is waiting up for me back home” or some such nonsense.

But that was not even the worst of it. See, when Akane gets drunk like she did the night before, she does things she normally would not do. An example might be, say… having a heart to heart about crushes with Kouta, printing out all sorts of pictures of various people and picking out who one would date or marry…

If that was the case, there was no way Drunk Akane did not print up a picture of the Shark in front of her, and there was little doubt Kouta would be holding a bear picture and the sharks picture, both with big red hearts drawn around the heads. Akane wished she was dead.

The likely hood of Mako knowing what the pictures were there for were…slim? but any chance was too much a risk. She had to get her away from the bedroom.

Suddenly, Akane’s tone would be nicer than it had ever been before, taking a page from a one-eyed associates playbook.

“Well, you basically guessed it! One hundred and ten percent! I feel embarrassed that you snuffed me out so quick! Hey! I bet you can’t guess what’s in the workout room! Plenty of stuff to hit each other with in there and it won’t break. I’ll show you!”

Had Mako known about Akane's "Jade fantasy", the shark would've left that second, bought the costume, and returned to the house wearing it. Sadly, the shark had no idea about it. And so Mako couldn’t fulfill the sexy fantasy she didn’t even know she wanted. She could do other things, though. For instance, the shark could just run up to Akane’s room so that she could be chased and get into some rough housing on her bed.

The red head seemed to want to show her the work out room, though. This seemed ordinary, except for the fact that Akane seemed nervous. Besides, why did she suddenly want to show the shark a room somewhere else. And most importantly, she seemed to have forgotten the no weapons rule as she talked about hitting each other with various things. That was a red flag and Mako found this all very suspicious, but she didn’t think about it too much. She just did the very first thing that came to her mind.

“Nah I’m going to your room~” Mako said before running and turning to the left and going for Akane’s bed room. "Let's see what sort of panties Akane has in her drawers!~" the shark would ye;l when she was out of sight. But instead of going in as she reached the door, the young woman stopped. Mako had only just reached the door when she got into a ready position. Then when Akane came barreling after her, the shark would try to smack her right in the face with a surprise SUPER-KICK...TO THE FACE!!!

Mako was pumped to see the look on Akane’s face when she got smacked by her foot, and afterwards when she was still dizzy. She was sure that it’d be awesome and hilarious! Mako couldn’t fucking wait!

Despite knowing a man who could fake his way out of the most terrible situations through his acting skills since she was back in high school, she herself did not pick up much of his particular skill. Mako seemed to notice that something was up almost immediately, her eyes narrowing as the shark clearly heard the nervous tic in Akane’s voice, saw the aversion of her eyes and the urgency in her movements. Akane was a brawler, not an actor.

That was a fact that became rather obvious as Mako continued on towards the red heads room, playfully shouting how she was going to dig through her underwear drawer and find out what kind of undergarments she wore as she disappeared around the corner. Knowing that was the least of her concerns, Akane bolted after her. Adrenaline pushed her to go top speed around the corner, desperately trying to outrun Mako before she could escape, to grab her before she entered Akane’s personal den of sin and solitude. Instead of rounding the corner to Mako’s retreating backside, she actually found the sole of a foot approaching, taking up her vision and then…

CRACK!!!

The impact may as well have been two trains colliding head on, the amount of force causing the larger woman’s head to snap back, Akane taking two steps backwards, her arms limb by her side. Akane’s brain was firing of all sorts of signals, mostly pain, but some of them were telling her body to move, to think, to act. But hardly any of those signals went through, the large brawler simply stood in the hallway, head facing the ceiling while staying quiet. It was a few moments before her brains signal could kick in enough for her to bring her head down to look at Mako, a big foot mark on her face much like a cartoon.

Like an old oak tree, Akane swayed back and forth, back and forth until finally she toppled over, crashing onto her hallway floor with a loud thud, her bangs covering her eyes as she laid upon the ground. Her barely contained breasts rising and falling slowly with her breaths.

Mako's foot struck Akane like a hammer on an anvil. It might've been one of the best kicks she'd ever landed, but then again she'd kicked a lot of people many times. Still, Mako hadn't realized just how hard she had hit the fiery red head. At first, the shark would raise up her fists and get ready to continue their fight.

"HAHAHA! I got you! Man! You really fell for that one hook, line and sinker! Haha...hah...huh?" Mako would laugh before watching as Akane fell flat on her back. "Uhhhh...Akane?" she asked wondering if this was her turn to be tricked. However, the woman didn't speak back to her, she just laid flat on her back. So the shark walked forward slowly, put her foot on Akane's belly, and started to nudge her.

"Akane? You ok? Buddy? Are you awake...Akane?" she'd say while asking a question with each nudge to the red head's abs. "Aaaaakkkkaaaaannnneee!?" the shark asked before realizing this time the woman was out. After blinking a few times, Mako would then lightly kick Akane's breast. She backed away immediately after, thinking the red head would shoot back up and kill her, but she still stayed down. So just to be sure, and defiantly not to be a pervert, Mako did it three more times fast like rapid fire...and still nothing.

"Oh my god this is going to be great." Mako said to herself before reaching down and pulling Akane to up onto her shoulder. The woman was bigger than herself, but the shark was on a mission and still filled with adrenaline. So without wasting any more time, Mako carried her defeated opponent into her own "den of sin" while whistling until she opened the door. "I can't wait for you to wake up...is that a teddy bear?"

Darkness…completely empty, only a sea of memories rushed forth to crash upon Akane’s twitching form. Like a burnt-out light, her brain was firing off signals, trying its best to repair the damage its body had sustained, to reboot and rework herself away from the threat that had knocked her out. All that the red head would remember would be images, sounds, smells already locked in her head from so long ago.

Grungy. That was the only way to describe the streets that Akane had to walk through every day. Every where one stepped was littered with trash, empty soda cans and crumpled up newspapers being swept up by the constant breeze that consistently blew through the neighborhood. The red head’s shoes walked along the jagged sidewalk, pushed out of placed and crumpling to time. Every so often, a small puddle stood in her way, emitting a light ‘splash’ as she trudged along, the odor of cheap fuel from cars with a hint of decomposing garbage flowing in and out of her lungs. She lived in that neighbor hood almost her whole life and not once could she remember seeing the entire side walk completely dry.
She must have been coming back from school….

Her usual path was right out in the open, as the ally ways were filled with all sorts of low life’s every hour of every day. Taking a short cut in the wrong ally could get you killed around here, or worse, depending on who you ran into. It was bad, sure, but to Akane it was home. She grew up here, so the dangers seemed normal to her, natural to avoid…

Finally, she turned into what could charitably be called a yard. The chain link fence had numerous holes cut all around it, the yard closer to a dirt pit then anything else. The house that she lived in? well, it might be better described as a shack, having one bathroom and three rooms in total, one of those being a kitchen. The house paint was chipped, and the screen door creaked loudly as she opened it. With a hard push, she opened the front door, to the surprise greeting of her mother. Akane’s mom and dad worked hard, her father being something close to a salesman of sorts, while her mother took on odd jobs, cleaning neighbors houses and other such things. She was supposed to be gone until midnight that night, leaving Akane to deal with her sibling, but instead she got off early.

Even now, she could remember loving her mother dearly. The red head never hated her parents, no matter how much they fought while she grew up, never even uttering the words “I hate you” towards them. They worked hard for what little they could bring to the table, and they shared it with their children.

Akane dropped her school bag, running up to her mom with a big grin and a warm embrace. Mother was always so warm to the touch, so soft, so comforting… No monsters existed when she was around, Akane nuzzling her Mothers cheek, their family’s common form of affection.

But then her eyes opened. It was all gone, the smell, the chipped paint, not even her Mother remained. She was back in her bedroom, the trash not too different from the street she grew up in. her head was pounding, like a hammer was trying to pound out her eyes from inside her skull. What happened?
Whatever, it didn’t matter. She wanted to go back to sleep, to relive those days of childhood ignorance. Rolling her head to adjust the pillow she…wait…pillows? What had felt like one pillow suddenly shifted to two.

Lifting her tired head up, Akane realized that what she was laying on was not a pillow, not even two pillows.

They were Mako Adachi’s breasts. The shark was underneath her, in her bedroom. Lying in her bed, laying on her pillows and…

Akane’s eyes narrowed, clearly on guard and weary of Mako or anything she might have pulled,

“Get your fat ass off of Kouta.”