SS 19 Dark Match: Femke 'Golden' Brouwer vs. Bubbles Burste

As close as they were in strength, Bubbles was willing to bet that she had the advantage in this scenario, albeit a temporary one. Her charge did the trick, her momentum doing an excellent job of tipping the scales in her favor, and for the moment she had Femke up against the wall, hammering into her from a position of strength.

Silly of her, should’ve known. Being on top of Femke was simply not the same thing as being in control. Not even close.

“Crap-” Bubbles got that single expletive out before she was shoved into the broad valley that was Femke’s chest. She shrieked in surprise when the trap was sprung, then shrieked even louder when her ass was spanked, for a multitude of reasons. It was so rare for her to be smothered, the sensation was something she wanted to savor, to really appreciate.

Unfortunately, she needed air to breathe, and she couldn’t replace that with Femke’s tits, no matter how awesome they were.

So.

Bubbles’ roar reverberated through Femke’s body as she went on the attack. One hand reached around and found a nice ass cheek to dig her nails into, squeezing it hard enough to leave marks, while the other was solely devoted to damage, hammering her foe’s side with hard hook, drilling into her ribs.

Bubbles had made a beautiful powerhouse move, one which showed off just how strong she was as she managed to take Femke by surprise and drive the equally-sized amazon all the way back into the wall of the cabin. It was not a bad decision, by any means.

Lowering her head so that it was on the same level as Femke's chest had been a mistake, but it was such a simple one, a misjudgment by a few inches. It was a mistake that anyone could make, really. All too often, of course, such a mistake was fatal for a woman's chances against the Golden brawler.

It didn't seem that it would be enough to stop Bubbles. God, Femke adored this incredible, thick-skulled rival of hers!

After delivering that spank to Bubbles's perfect ass, Femke suddenly found her belly under attack, as Bubbles threw punch after punch into her side, hard enough to bruise her ribs, enough to rattle the bones and make Femke really feel the hits, not just on her skin, but deep down in her musculature, where the hurt could reverberate for a while. She let out hisses and yelps, as she held fast with her one hand on Bubbles's head, trying to keep her buried in that golden cleavage...until, finally, she would relent, pulling Bubbles's head up—and then swinging her free hand around to try to nail the American with a hard right hook!

This wasn’t good, but damn, it was so good.

Bubbles was enjoying her time in Femke’s breasts, making the most out of the tight spot. Sure, she couldn't breath, but it was so easy to forget about all of that when you had a chest like this covering your face, when there was such welcoming, fulsome flesh wherever you turned. She licked, she nibbled, she suckled, she savored every touch, even as the rest of her body fought hard to escape from that wonderful prison.

Her blows were having an effect, too. She could feel each one reverberating throughout her opponent’s body, dealing damage that went far beyond the point of impact, and it was a wonderful sensation to feel through Femke’s tits. Harder. Harder. Just a little more, aaaaaaaaaaand…

There she went! Femke released hold, Bubbles took a long breath of fresh air, and she wound up taking a hard hook in the face for her trouble, battering her square on the jaw and leaving her seeing stars. Her body buckled at the blow, knees went wobbly, and she almost fell all the way down, rocked by the hellacious hit.

Halfway down, though, she summoned her reverse and reached out, wrapping her arms around Femke’s hulking thigh. With a defiant yell, she surged upwards, lifting her foe along with her, spun about, and attempted to slam her into the floor with a hefty Spinebuster, throwing her entire body behind the titanic crash.

Bubbles enjoyed Femke's breasts, Femke enjoyed having Bubbles stuffed in between her breasts. Ergo, Bubbles should have just stopped struggling and enjoyed what was a quite favorable situation for them both!

Femke never would have expected her rival to actually sit still and submit to being smothered, of course. Nor would she have wanted Bubbles to. The constant momentum shifts and counters between them made even perfect moments like this all too fleeting, but they would always come back around and find another delightful spot after another round of thrashing and bashing each other.

Femke's sucker punch landed cleanly, and she could tell it had a much better effect on Bubbles than a punch usually did, likely thanks to that combination of a lack of oxygen and no preparation to take the blow. But Bubbles, gladiatrix that she was, did not fall, even as she wobbled and began to go down. Instead, she grabbed onto Femke's leg, then suddenly tightened her body up, steadied herself, and, with a roar, she lifted Femke up into the air! The longer-haired brawler's eyes widened. "Ooh, shit!" she gasped, as she hung in the air, right before Bubbles twisted and dropped her down hard with a spinebuster that ripped an honest-to-goodness yell out of Femke's mouth! Her whole body spasmed for a second, pain racing through her like molten iron, and she, like her opponent had been seconds earlier, was left seeing stars...

In theory, Bubbles should not have been able to do that move.

While she was stronger than most women could ever dream to be, she was still human, and she needed air to live and function. Precious air that was now in short supply in her massive body. Her muscles were protesting, demanding she do something about their need for sustenance, and she just answered them by making them work overtime. Their had to be a price to pay for all of that.

Bubbles experienced it the moment she stood up after nailing Femke with that spinebuster, as fatigue came over her body like a wave, sapping her to the core. Wibbling and wobbling, it was all she could do to remain on two legs, much less continue her assault on Femke. All she wanted to do was fall down.

So that was what she did.

To be more specific, she turned around and fell down beside Femke, extended her arm to drive it down into her opponent’s chest with an elbow drop as she collapsed. But falling, still.

It was in the nature of women like Femke and Bubbles to push themselves right up to their limits, and then break right through them. Against most opponents, Femke's own bodily limitations were her only real competition, and Bubbles was surely the same way. Against each other, they would reach those limits much too early in the match to afford trying to overcome them.

But they would both do it anyway. Femke had done it. Bubbles did it right now. Femke collapsed onto the deck after that spinebuster, her whole body unwilling to obey her brain's commands, and her brain having trouble as it was overcoming the pain to demand her body move. Bubbles collapsed, too, though she managed to turn even that into a weapon, as her elbow drilled into Femke's right tit, the Dutchwoman's mouth falling open, face contorting in pain as she let out another cry, that orb getting smashed flat by her rival's elbow!

She was still in too much pain to go very far, so she thanked her lucky stars Bubbles wasn't currently bending her into a pretzel or humping her like a bitch in heat. Hissing, huffing, and puffing, Femke began moving her arms, trying to drag herself forward, a little away from Bubbles, eventually trying to push herself up onto her hands and knees, then turn to face her rival again. "Ooouugh..."

That fall hadn’t exactly been fun and games for Bubbles, either. Even with her massive, hulking frame, falling on a hard floor like that was far from pleasant, with it haven’t none of the give that would’ve come from a safer, softer wrestling canvas. There was a loud, ear-splitting SPLAT on impact, one that made the boat shake, and she had to grit her teeth her hard to keep from shrieking right after, only letting a sharp hiss escape, instead.

But she didn’t have an elbow embedded in her chest, so at least she had that much over her rival. Take what you can, when you can.

And it really didn’t sound like Femke enjoyed that at all, if her caterwauling was anything to go by. Bubbles looked over to see her trying to get up, making a mad effort to push up and get to her hands and knees. Which, naturally, meant that Bubbles had to do the same thing.

The Virgin Killer worked her way back up, huffing all the way, trying to get up to Femke’s level. As soon as they were close enough, she threw herself forward and put her full bodyweight into a wild blow, looking to punch her clean in the jaw and bring her back down to the floor.

Femke wanted to think that she and Bubbles were neck-and-neck right now, but the truth was that Bubbles had the lead. So Femke had to push herself harder, try to go faster, do what she could to get ahead of Bubbles, to get one over on her. The two of them were equals down to the smallest detail, and so it always had to be remembered that, when one earned an advantage, all she had to do was exchange equal damage from there on out, and the win would be hers.

Femke would not be letting that happen.

Still, no matter how quick she tried to be in rising back up onto her knees, Bubbles managed to do it faster, and the shorter-haired woman came flying in to deliver a jaw-cracking blow that snapped Femke's head to the side and sent her body into another series of convulsions. Her torso twisted and bent down...but she would catch herself with both hands, refusing to fall again. Even though her vision was hazy and the sun felt too bright, she forced herself to focus, pick her target, and then suddenly rise back up, this time throwing all of HER weight into an uppercut aimed deep into her rival's chin, trying to send Bubbles flying backwards!

Bubbles had many strengths. Her power. Her stamina. Her toughness. Her proficiency in the sexual arts. She was a pretty good dancer, too, though she hadn’t had the chance to show that one off in a while.

But blocking? That was never really one of them. That wasn’t to say that she didn’t try to block the incoming fire from Femke, that she didn't  make an attempt at getting up her hands in time, but by the time she was reacting, it was already too late. And frankly, she doubted a block would’ve made much difference, anyway.

Femke hit her chin like cannonfire, a blow with more than enough power to even send her frame flying backwards. Bubbles hit the side of the side and might’ve very flown right over the side, if not for the convenient handrail. That handrail did double duty, as it gave Bubbles something to hang on to and prop herself up on, the sole thing keeping her vertical as she reeled from that hellacious blow.

”Heh.” Bubbles chuckled, a weak one, as she shook her head. ”Still got some fight left in you, huh?”

Femke's counterattack sent Bubbles smashing into the side of the ship, and for a second Femke thought her rival might be sent flying out into the ocean. If not over the top of the wall, then through it, as she hit with enough force behind an already-robust body that Femke could easily see the elegantly curving side of the yacht buckling under all of that pressure.

She didn't fall off, though, and instead, clinging to the handrail, Bubbles managed to pull herself upright again. Still chuckling, even as she licked her wounds, still taunting. Femke half-swooned as she knee-walked closer to Bubbles, her fists still up. She just could not get enough of this buxom brown goddess. Things were always done the hard way between the two of them, and that was exactly how Femke liked it.

"A little, a little. You really had me there, for a moment," Femke would say. "How are you holding up? Actually, don't answer that." Pulling her fist back, Femke would throw another punch, this one a fast, punishing left hook, with which she would try to keep her rival backed up against the wall!

"Okay, how are you holding up now?"