Iron Abs Sleepover

It had been some time after there painful dinner-not a date, that the loser paid for but Kyoko had spent that time thinking about what she wanted Fallon to wear for losing that epic battle. The Belly Queen had even considered what Fallon might like to wear since the rules never had to say it had to be embarrassing, and the better she looked the more amused Kyoko would be not that she’d say it out loud. The battle had been a fine change as it was rare for Kyoko to meet someone she would get along with and be able to explore the best aspect of her that she didn’t want to knock out.

Fallon however was that to a tee, sure her arrogance knew no bounds but Kyoko wasn’t exactly the humblest or fellows either. And she was competitive which meant she had someone pushing to best her just as much. This friendship was good for both of them and Kyoko wanted to make sure that it was cherished. And how else did you do that? By putting your friend in skimpy and fun outfits and making fun of her over losing of course that way Fallon was extra motivated to win next time. She sat around her house waiting for Fallon to arrive ready to face the music.

Fallon was, honestly, still a little bit miffed about losing that iron abs workout challenge to Kyoko. Of course, she had beaten her belly rival in the ring prior to that, and the workout challenge had been, for all intents and purposes, a draw, with the two of them utterly even until separated by literally a single (possibly lucky) punch.

Fallon didn't doubt, of course, that Kyoko's abs were the second-best in the world. It was absolutely (ha ha) out of the question that anyone else, other than Fallon herself, would be able to best Kyoko if the challenge was their tummy against hers. The Japanese girl really was amazing, and she really was someone who Fallon considered a close friend, as brutal as their meetings with each other had been. Still, though, Fallon had the better belly. She felt like she had made that abundantly clear, and even her defeat last time didn't change anything about it. She was just poorer by a dinner's worth of money, which was no big deal.

Oh, and she was going to have to play dress up for Kyoko's amusement. She had thought it might come in their next match in the ring, but Kyoko wanted her to come over right now, and Fallon had a feeling she knew what this little visit would entail.

She stood in front of Kyoko's door wearing a red crop top and black booty shorts which perfectly framed her tan, toned belly, along with white thigh-highs that disappeared into a pair of red Converse shoes. It was an eclectic look, but one she expected Kyoko would like as she knocked on the door hard, then stood back with fists on her hips, instinctively flexing her belly as she waited for her friend to open the door.

Kyoko wasn’t exactly in the most extravagant of attires. Sure she had actually bothered to dress herself up  for the sake of her guest but there was nothing overtly fancy about it. Blue shorts and a dark purple shirt that mostly just covered her chest. Leaving the rest of her exposed to the elements. Mostly reading something to pass the time since she didn’t wasn’t to work out and build up a sweat before Fallon arrived, letting herself relax when there was a knock on the door. She was here faster then she thought, good thing she was dressed and prepared already.

Putting her book down Kyoko moved over to the door, checking through the peephole to make sure it was her and not some crazy person. The instant she saw her she knew it couldn’t be anyone else and unlocked and opened the door. “Well you seem in better spirits then when we last saw each other over dinner. Nice to see you again.” Kyoko said with a smile stepping on to give Fallon a hug.

Fallon aligned herself so that, through the peep hole, Kyoko's focus would immediately go to her belly, prominently displayed as close to the center of that circular view as possible. Fallon would cock her hips to the side and flex her abs, letting them shimmer like gold in the soft light of the corridor! It didn't take long, of course, for the Japanese girl to eagerly open the door, teasing Fallon a bit as she stepped forward to give her a hug.

Fallon would gladly hug Kyoko back, stepping into her friend, their very similar attire—belly-baring shirts and form-fitting shorts—allowing their taut abdomens to rub together as the two of them embraced. Fallon didn't shy away from that contact, of course, moving her arms a little down her friend's back in order to more properly pull one belly into the other, feeling the shared body heat from the rubbing. "Good to see you, too, Kyoko!" Fallon would reply cheerfully. "I mean, like, I wasn't too hungry that dinner. But I don't think you were either, right?" Fallon would prod at Kyoko's side with a finger teasingly as she spoke.

Fallon’s little show amused her mostly because she pretty much expected something like that from her. She should be thankful it wasn’t the wrong house or she would have given some lucky punk a free show. And of course she expected her hug to be used as a slight show of there impressive figures pulling Fallon in slightly as well as her belly mashed with Fallon’s until they broke up. Kyoko scoffed at her words about dinner. Remembering how she bought desert and what amounted to two meals...and managed to scarf down both of them because she was hurt but starving afterwards.

“You can speak for yourself. It hurt to eat but I was way too hungry not to after my big conquest. A fight always left me craving food, and that place was great at providing it.” Kyoko gestured for Fallon to enter her abode. They would be alone all night as Kyoko made sure her roommate was not going to be here all day, so there wouldn’t be any fear of being walked in on. Letting her pass Kyoko decided to be a bit more playful remembering the times Fallon smacked her but and gave her ass a light tap as she did enter.

Fallon was the sort of girl who had always been big on skinship. She used to be big on a lot more than that, back in the day, but in recent years she had contented herself with a smack on the ass, a kiss on the cheek...or a little belly to belly contact, something she especially enjoyed with Kyoko. The self-styled Belly Queen had the best abs Fallon's had ever rubbed up against, and it was an electric sensation, something the brunette enjoyed whenever the two of them got together. Even when her tummy ached. As Kyoko pulled away, Fallon would flex her abs one more time, letting that tight, indomitable muscle wall be the last thing Kyoko felt before she ushered Fallon inside.

"Hey, it's not like you were the only one eating. Like, my belly hurt for two reasons that night," Fallon would say as she walked in, not wanting to let Kyoko get TOO big a head. She had more to say, of course...but she didn't get anything else out before that hand gave her a light little slap to her rear end! Fallon gasped, swinging around quickly to face Kyoko again, a grin on her face, but both of her hands out, ready to either punch a belly or spank an ass if the situation called for it!

With Kyoko not seeming ready to start anything just yet, Fallon would laugh, lean in, and give her friend's belly a playful tap with two fingers in reply. "Oh, you can really be, like, super cheeky when you want to, Kyoko! I swear, though...you're gonna get it in our next match!"

“No but you were conscious of the price, food tastes better when your not footing the bill.” She said proudly. And she had reason to be, not only was that experience great she also knew Fallon was going to love what she had in store for her attire wise. She had her camera set in everything since she wanted these moments to last and she wanted backups. Fallon reacted to the slap on her butt like she expected turning around ready to see if things were going to escalate, and when they didn’t she went ahead and tapped Kyoko’s likewise flexed abs to tease her further.

“Oh I’m sure you have plans for me next match but I have plans for you, period. That is why your here Afterall, though you’ve probably already guessed why.” Fallon was right that Kyoko knew how to be cheeky when she wanted to. With Fallon it was much easier since the chick was so open and blunt that cheekiness was pretty much expected, and she wasn’t shy about showing it around the California native. She started to lead Fallon in, facing her as she walked backwards to deny Fallon an easy chance to get at her ass. “But don’t eorry I can assure you this night will be loads of fun for you. I’ll just have to enjoy it more.”

Fallon scoffed. Yeah, she did have to pay for all the food, but, while it was expensive, it didn't break the bank. It was all good.

Okay, so she was still a little peeved by it, but it only fueled the competitive fire deep in her gut. But she wasn't going to go bananas on Kyoko just yet. The girl was defending her butt, and, while Fallon could go after the Japanese girl's bare belly, it would probably delay whatever additional "punishment" Kyoko had planned for her. And maybe that would be fun. Fallon was going to wait and see, bringing her hands down, showing her innocent intentions as Kyoko eyed her cautiously.

"Yeah, I have, like, a little bit of an idea," Fallon would say, stepping all the way inside the apartment and shutting the door behind her. It was just the two of them now, but Fallon would take a deep breath and relax, trying to force the competitive itch to go away for a while. She did, after all, want to be friends, too, and it would be tough to consummate a true best friendship if they could never take a break from belly beatings. Putting her hands on her hips, Fallon would glance up and around the apartment. "Not a bad place, Kyoko. I like the look of it."

Kyoko smirked as she walked with Fallon thankful she knew her house like the back of her hand and this didn’t bump into anything. “Good cause once I get you into it I’m making sure I keep the memory of it for a good long while.” She said as Fallon took a look around her place. Kyoko didn’t mind Fallon getting relaxed before she was forced to change. Afterall while it was a punishment she wasn’t out to humiliate Fallon too much. She half expected Fallon was going to enjoy what she was about to wear, if only a bit miffed because of her desire to be the best.

“Well I did keep it in presentable order but it’s generally always nice. Go ahead and make yourself at home. We might be here awhile.” Kyoko giggled. Watching Fallon like a hawk. She fully expected the Cali girl would try something in playful retaliation and she hoped to be able to see it coming and counter before then. It was like a game one that let her keep her eyes on her guest.

Kyoko stayed turned to Fallon. She was probably just as interested in checking Fallon out as she was in defending herself, so Fallon would gladly let her friend walk around backwards, running the risk of bruising her butt on a table corner. The Cali girl smiled as her own eyes would take occasional glances down at Kyoko's bare belly, away from the surroundings she had been examining. Those abs were awfully tempting as a target...

"I think I will, thanks. Looks like a comfy couch...but, like, have you got any snacks or drinks for our night in?" Fallon would run her fingers over her own belly, tightening her abs just a bit. "Takes a lot of fuel to keep these strong, y'know. Or will I pop out of whatever outfit you chose for me, huh...?" She giggled, taking a step closer to Kyoko and tilting her head, really curious, now, to see the chosen attire!