Yae Mochizuki vs. Kozue Kaburagi - Twin Shadows

Somewhere, a millions miles off, Kozue heard the faint sounds of the crowd going off, devolving into a mess of catcalls and lewd comments. It was kind of funny in a stupid way. The AFW had made a fortune over in-ring sexual activity for years, to the point where you think it would take more than two women making out to get them going, but no. They were all over the little show she and Yae were putting on.

Let them watch. Kozue had long passed the point where she had a problem letting her business hang out. If it didn’t bother Yae, it wouldn’t bother her. Judging by the response, that wasn’t the case.

Her only focus right now was on the lips moving after her own, getting close, aching for another touch...only to stop, inches away from the goal. Close, close, so fucking close. It might’ve looked like they’d taken a break from the fighting, but that was only to the untrained eye. Deception, temptation, seduction, deduction, they all fell in the ninja’s playbook. Even now. Especially now.

Kozue shuddered at Yae’s words, the vibrations tickling that tiny spot in the ear and sending ripples throughout her body. She sighed as her legs were freed and stretched them out, ironing out the kinks and getting comfortable as her opponent squated above her. She was still in a vulnerable position, there were all sorts of things Yae could’ve done to her like this, and her fighting instincts threw up warning flags, but those weren’t the ones she was listening to right now.

Kozue arched her back and yawned, as if she was just getting out of bed first thing in the morning. She raised her hips high enough to press against Yae’s, only for a moment, before the wave subsided. ”Good. Electrified. Little hungry.” She looked back up at her foe through half-lidded eyes. ”Yeah, you only need one kiss...but what do you want, Yae?”

Something was off here.

“Subversive” agents weren’t exactly Yae’s specialty back home. She much preferred the more traditional running, sneaking, and stabbing methods of getting from Point A to Point B. It was her calling and what came naturally, but it wasn't all she was. Yae had to learn every piece of ninjutsu with varying degrees of success. She was good at them, especially the subtle ones. She experimented, learned a few combinations that worked, and settled on some old favorites. Ever since she left Iga, she’d had all sorts of commissioned opportunities to get ‘creative’.

That was where she was having trouble with this. The effects should have been instant. Either she didn’t nail her delivery or Kozue had built up some insane immunity. Then again, she was a ninja.

Well, shit. She got her. The question now was what to do about this? Practically speaking, she could have pursued any number of avenues to reach the same place. Opt for the front choke, restrain her arms, knee her in the face, flush the carotid, blind the eyes? Yae scanned each and every vulnerability in front of her over the course of a half-second. A dozen paths were laid out in front of her and any one of them would do massive damage to her opponent, putting her firmly ahead. Maybe even win this thing straight out.

And still, her eyes kept wandering back to those lips. They were still moist and shined a perfect pink in the light. Their sizzling touch was still fresh against her own along with the taste of her tongue. It was interesting being on the opposite end of this play for once, but far from unwelcome. Yae pursed her lips, regarding those lazy eyes with only the slightest hint of frustration, impatience, and perhaps something more. If she lived her life doing things smart and safe, she wouldn't have ever come here in the first place. Alright then...

"I want an ass like yours. But life is cruel and unfair." Yae slid herself down to Ninjette’s lap as she spoke, running her hands up her sides and tracing the path they would follow with her eyes. Along her hips, the curve of her breasts, up the crook of her neck. She visited every piece she found worth admiring before her fingers laced behind Kozue's head. Her voice hushed to a whisper. "And so are you, fucking tease."

Yae brought their lips together- no, rammed their mouths hard enough to clack their jaws together. There was a flash of pain, but beyond that was the drive and adrenaline Yae lived for. The kunoichi deepened the gesture while she had the chance, clutching a clump of the brunette’s hair from behind. Her hand came to the Jersey ninja's chest, cupping a warm mound in the palm of her hand. She was just playing along. Taking advantage of the situation.

Totally not into this at all.

Somewhere, somehow, Benikage was watching this and shaking her head. Probably scolding her out loud, even. This was exactly the sort of thing that Aunt Benny had been training her for, bringing her to a level where she could handle women with a similar skillset and not get curbstomped. And yet, here she was pinned and helpless, totally wide open, at Yae’s mercy. Right?

...right? It looked that way. But things weren’t always the way they seemed.

Kozue kept her eye on Yae, peering her way through the shadows of her half-lidded eyes. There’d been a little spark between them since the start of this match, about what you’d expect from two mid-2os wrestling in the AFW, but this was getting to be more than that. There was some real hunger. Real heat mixing between them. Yae could’ve done a dozen things to ruin Kozue’s day from this position, but that would’ve required them to separate, even for an instant, and she wasn’t about that, was she? She was drawn into the moment. Letting the lust sink in. Among other things. Breathe deep. Let it flow through you. Run it through your bloodstream. Good. Good.

Of course, Yae wasn’t the only one taking in the effects of Kozue’s trick. The poison she’d slipped along her lips worked both ways, and there was simply no way to deliver it without ingesting some, yourself. That wouldn’t have been a problem if she’d brought the antidote, but she hadn’t thought that far ahead - she kept the aphrodisiac in her toolkit for a little club hopping fun, for when things got hot and heavy and she wanted to add in some spice. Right now, her only saving grace was that she knew what was going on, and that would only get her so far for so long. Ready or not, the hurricane was going to sweep her up, too.

For now, she rolled with it, tried to work the moment to her advantage. Yae wanted her? She only had a few words for that, muttered through her cockiest smirk. ”Shut up and take me, Yae.”

And Yae did just that, smashing their lips together and doubling the dosage along the way. Kozue yelped into her opponent’s mouth, a brief noise that melted into a moan as their bodies slid along each other, pressing here, pushing there, smashing here. The hand in her hair was welcome, she liked it when her lovers gave it a good yank, couldn’t explain why. But the hand at her breast was...well, it wasn’t unpleasant, but seemed like a missed opportunity. Yae said she liked her ass, right?

Easy fix. Kozue planted a foot on the mat hard and pushed up as she twisted to the side, not enough to roll them all the way over, but far enough to get them on their side. With her back exposed, she reached, took hold of Yae’s wrist, and pulled it down to her hips, introducing her fellow kunoichi’s palm to the object of her jealousy. All hers. ”Better.”

She let that single word out before she went back to the kissing with renewed vigor, wanting more of Yae’s lips and a taste of her tongue. As if to demonstrate, her own hands ran down the woman’s back, sliding along her fishnet top, until one of them found a cheek to squeeze. Honestly, Yae was being too humble. Maybe God hadn’t blessed her behind as much as he’d done for Kozue, but he hadn’t exactly skimped, either. B+, at the worst.

"Um. Hello? Excuse me?"

Champagne? Some sort of scented lavender oil? Kozue didn’t smell this good before. Considering how long the two of them had been rolling around both on top and underneath the ring, Yae could be pretty certain of that. There was still the stink of sweat and whiskey, but mixed in were colorful aromas. It was sophisticated. Subtle. Sexy.

"Guys? Really it's not that kind of a match…"

She was poisoned. Kozue used her own trick against her with something seemingly twice as potent. Had to hand it to Jersey, the stuff worked wonders. She was never so appreciative to be drugged in her life. Kozue was worth every minute of undivided attention. Even on her side, Yae had no problem working her way around. Their lips parted as Yae released a steamy breath before they found more appealing targets. the perfect skin along that kissable neck. She brought her teeth into it, using her tongue to tend the supple skin between her canines.

"You two should, uh...? This isn't...like it's not against the rules but-"

Yae threw up her middle finger faster than a bullet at the referee buzzing in her ear. It was only up there for a moment before it returned to its rightful place at Kozue's backside. She was right. This was better. This entire match she’d been lost in a storm, but now it was all crystal clear.

Her killer instinct reasoned caution from far away in the back of her mind. She was falling into a trap. This is a battle she was on the verge of winning. There were seventeen possible ways to escape this situation, seven of which would ensure Kozue's continued survival. Yes, after all, Yae was not the only one who was exposed right now. That was the gamble. Both of their guards were down, opening themselves for each other to taste, to feel. At any second, this could end in her defeat. And that just made it so much hotter.

Yae left Kozue’s neck with a fresh bite mark as she traced a more tender trail of kisses down towards her collarbone. She pulled back on the brunette’s ponytail to give her some easier access. Meanwhile, her hand came around to the front and started working on the button to Kozue’s shorts, eager to see what she was working with.

"Your carotid is flaring." It was clear to her now now they ended up getting the best of both worlds. Yae chuckled cruelly, running a tongue over the bitemark on Kozue's neck. "It's got a nice taste. I'll tell you about mine, if you tell me yours."

It wasn’t just happenstance that Kozue was carrying around a powerful aphrodisiac in what little room she had with her attire. She usually had a little something tucked away, a small poison or two, in case she needed the protection, but it was most often something more practical for combat. Paralysis, blinding, a cocktail to make the victim spend the rest of their day locked inside the nearest bathroom, that sort of thing.

This particular party favor was meant for just that - a party. She’d planned on hitting up a club later on tonight, before her day got sidetracked. She’d busted it out a couple of times before, a good way to make her nighttime adventures a little spicier. Officially, it was an ancient concoction used for infiltration purposes…and occasionally interrogation. But, hey, Benikage was always drilling her on the importance of improvising, so…

Yae’s middle finger beat Kozue’s by half a second, making sure their shared opinion on the matter was known, before they both brought their hands back to far more important matters. The crowd didn’t care. Kozue didn’t care. Yae didn’t care. The referee might’ve, sure, but she didn’t have the balls to call for the bell and put an end to this. That wouldn’t stop what was happening. Fuck, it’d probably get her fired.

It was their time. All theirs.

Going in, the plan had been to use this as a way to open her opponent up and gain an advantage. But that plan rested on her being able to resist the effects of her little cocktail better than Yae could. She’d started on that well enough, but now that the woman was all over her and she could feel, really feel that skin all over her, she was starting to see the big problem with her plan: Yae was fucking hot. Kind of an obvious hitch. 20/20 hindsight.

Kozue hissed at the bite to her neck and a reflexive jerk came along with it, but that was all the resistance she was willing to put into it. She liked that. Like the hot breath flowing over the saliva even more. ”What, the poison? Something my sensei showed me. Whole bunch of ingredients, can’t remember the name right now, little bit-” She was cut short by a sharp gasp, as Yae’s adventurous fingers started working away at her pants. ”-distracted.”

Okay, so no question where this was going now, and it meant Kozue needed to play her part. Her own hands were occupied running over Yae’s back. In one part, it was all about her feeling up her fellow kunoichi, running her fingers over her shoulder, massaging all the tights spots and getting a good feel for the musculature. Her fingers would find their way below her waist, too, slipping around the checks and teasing between the legs to give Yae a preview on where things could be going.

But there was a more practical reason, too, and she needed a little help with it. ”Fuck.” She groaned and grunted with increasing irritation, emphasizing it with a quick slap on Yae’s ass. ”Okay, gimme a tip. How do I get this fishnet thing off? A zipper, anything? I’m about five seconds from just slicing the damn thing off, not lying.”

Iga kunoichi had immunity to most poisons. The only thing Yae would usually feel is the side effects and, like now, the occasional benefits. Usually, she could keep it under control, but Ninjette had thrown her off balance. The mix of sensations, the loss of orientation, and the ability to comprehend right and wrong.

This is what her targets must have felt like. Get a taste expecting one thing, you get something else with it, now you're dead. Or now you're alone in the dark and tied to a chair.

Or now you're fuck-fighting a New Jersey ninja in a packed stadium.

She preferred this third option.

Yae gasped loudly and strongly as Kozue's hand slapped her firmly across her rear, a spike of adrenaline skipping a beat of her heart, but all that flooded forth was ecstasy. Pleasure. Her legs parted, welcoming the friction from Kozue’s bare thigh. Her head rolled back and moaned sweet tones from her mouth. The sensations nearly consumed her until the unusual noise of frustration in Kozue's voice. The question she asked drew her out of her haze for a second, shaking her head with a careful glance around her. The purple-haired kunoichi felt her lips curl into a leer, planting another kiss on the brunette’s neck before she responded.

"Slice what?" Yae replied simply.

If she took another look, Kozue would find her hands caressing nothing but the supple skin of her fellow kunoichi’s bareback. Yae drew back, allowing the stagelight to catch the sight of her bare, voluptuous chest exposed to the open air, breathing freely for the slightest glimpse before pressing firmly against Kozue’s with a long exhale.

On the opposite end of the ring, dangling on the top rope, Yae’s form-fitting fishnet top could be found, along with a pair of deep blue panties that should be very familiar to the New Jersey Ninja in particular. Before she had long to question it, Yae's palm would grace her opponent's suddenly bare sex, rubbing and kneading with a tender caress to the glistening folds. Her lips pecked the crook of Kozue's neck and lined a path along her jaw until she reached her ear.

"Iga Dance. My first love." Yae revealed the trick to the madness with those simple words and kissed her lips again, giving her another taste of what was flowing through her veins second by second. "Bit of advice: whatever you see, whatever you feel? Go with it." Or she could if she wanted to. Yae really did not give a fuck right now.

Her breaths were quickening, growing hot and heavy as the tender spot between her legs sent shivers with the slightest contact. There was only one thing on her mind.

…

Yae was behind her now. Ninjette lay flat on her stomach in the center of the ring, her hands flat against the canvas. If her eyes followed the ground only a few inches further, she would find her shorts discarded much the same only inches away. The cool air reaching her exposed lower half would surely tingle her nerves.

What happened? Did Yae teleport? Were they losing time under the effects of the drugs? Yae had similar questions once upon a time, until she realized how little they mattered.

The Iga ninja leaned down and pressed her body against the curve of Kozue’s back. Her hand trailed the length of her spine, reaching over the brim of her perfectly-shaped rear before her fingertips traveled lower, teasing her pussy with purposeful strokes. Her teeth took her fellow kunoichi by the ear as her chest spilled over the Kaburagi warrior’s toned back. Yae moaned loudly and clearly into her ear, not even being subtle about the amount of control she had surrendered. As always, the only thing she could think of was her own desires.