Dakota Dwight vs. Migiri Oozora - Baby's Day Out

Migiri bounced up and down on Dakota’s back, hopping along and giggling as her golden locks whipped about. She was having a good time! It helped that Dakota was a good horsie, too. She made all kinds of funny noises as Migiri rode her - weird sounding, and not at all like a horse, yeah, but that was kind of the fun of it. Her back was kind of soft, too, and she was really funny when she flopped about. Migiri could’ve done this all day, and she was sorely tempted to.

But it seemed like Dakota just wasn’t up for that. Like every other girl she tried this with, they weren’t strong enough for her to ride around the ring, which made it pretty boring pretty fast. But that was fine! There were so many other games they could play.

She was just about to move to another thing, too, when she heard Dakota speak up - she thought she was going to say how much fun she was having, but no. Instead, she told Migiri that she was too big to play Horsie! That made Migi-chan huff up, crossing her arms and pouting. People were always tell her she was too big to have fun. Too big to wear what she wanted, too big to play where she wanted to play, to have the kind of fun she wanted to have. It was super-mean, and Migiri was super-tired of it.

”No!” Bounce.

”I’m!” Bounce.

”Not!” Bounce.

After the last, hard bounce on Dakota’s spine, she stood up, grabbed Dakota’s hat with one hand and handful of her hair with the other, and walked towards Ringo-tan’s corner, dragging her along the canvas as she went. ”You’re just small! But don’t worry.” She gave Dakota’s hair a hard twist and skipped along, picking up the pace a little. ”I’m sure we’ll find all sorts of other games to play!”

Each time Migiri's weight came back down across her back her arms and legs gave a small flop from the ripple of force. The deflated southern gal felt like she had been slapped down on a chopping block and a giant had taken a rolling pin to her, trying their damnedest to flatten any lumps they found. It was hard to argue with Migiri's stance on the matter of being too big to get a good piggyback, or in those case, birdie ride from the sizable smaller blond but that had less to do with logic and more to do with Dakota not having enough air in her lungs to really protest any further. She was at the larger girls mercy, which didn't seem to be a word the Titanic toddler was fine in practicing.

As the other woman rised off of her, she felt air slowly work it's way back in, inflating her lungs again. Each ragged breath burned her from the inside, huffing the stale scent of the canvas directly in her face. There wasn't much thought to the match anymore. No real care that this was her debut or wondering why this had happened. Her brain had switched off the competitive side her instincts and just urged her to survive. All storms passed eventually, you just had to duck and cover for a bit. So she remained still, aware any attempt to flee would be a hopeless affair.

Playing possum didn't pan out too well though, wincing as large fingers roughly coiled through her blond curls, gripping her with all the force of being dragged kicking and screaming into a crop harvester. Dakota reached up weakly, pawing at the big woman's forearm, trying to grasp hold of it enough to pull herself up a bit just to relieve the pain of her scalp being accosted. Her legs dragged along the canvas, the friction making her awkwardly turn from side to side as she was hauled away from the center of the ring for only Lord knew what reason. She let out a low whine of pain as the bounding juggernaut jostled her harder.

"L-lemme go!" Dakota managed to squeal out, her words caught in her throat, making her voice crack like a teen going through puberty. Her legs kicked, gathering her her legs to the same page she was being dragged away, enough to steady herself for just the briefest of moments. In sheer desperation she threw her weight to the side, trying to barrel shoulder first into the side of Migiri's knee, doing anything she could to try and buy her escape.

Usually, when someone grabbed another someone by the hair in a wrestling match, the referee had something to say about it and wanted to stop them from having fun. That wasn’t the case today! As Migiri pulled Dakota along and helped her move across the ring, the referee kept her distance and looked on, like she didn’t know what to say or do. She must’ve seen how nice Migiri was trying to be, how she was smiling and helping her poor friend get across the ring. That wasn’t too weird, really - Migi-tan often found that the referees gave her a lot more space than they did with other wrestlers, often happy to just let her play in the ring.

Humming to herself, skipping along, she led Dakota across the ring with joy in her heart. Of course, Dakota was a little hesitant about it, squirming along the way, but that was okay! She was probably just nervous, because she’d never had a friend like Migiri to play with before. All the more reason to make this a super-special fun time for her, and Migi-tan knew the perfect game to play.

”And here we are!” When they reached the corner, Migi-tan dipped down, grabbed Dakota’s head all nice and tight, and lifted her up quick, helping her stand up. She shoved her forward after that, letting her lean on the pads so she could stay standing. ”Okay, so you didn’t like Horsie all that much, but I’ve got another game we can try!” Beaming, she gave Dakota a quick wink as she backed off, making some space between them.

With her friend’s chest wide open and exposed, Migiri raised her hands up, stood on her tippy-toes and brought her palms down hard at the same time, right on Dakota’s chest with all her weight behind them! ”PATTY-CAKE!”

Fruitless struggles yielded nothing when faced down with her giant opponent. Dakota was forced to endure, which sounded almost noble in some respects until the full context of the situation presented itself. When the two came to a stop at the far end of the ring the dying whimpers of her protests had practically petered out. All she could do was groan as Migiri gripped her head like a watermelon and with one motion lifted her upright unhindered by weight or gravity. Thrown to the corner, her limp body shook the ropes with the hard impact, leaving her arms hooked over the top rope as one of the only means to suspend her there.

Her head hung low,, face flushed red with exhaustion after only being the subject of abuse, glistening with the sheen of sweat. Her chest heaved with each labored breath and it had been at that exact moment when two massive hands descended from the heavens. The clap was thunderous as they struck the bare tops of her breasts which lay exposed from her attire. The force had been enough to dislodged, sending her straight down to the floor, slumped against the bottom and middle ropes. Members of the audience cringed, recoiling at the sound alone but Dakota had very little to say. Eyes glazed over, mouth agape with only a faint sound that was reminiscent of a creaky door slowly opening escaping from her.

Dakota was super fun with Patty Cake! At least, she was good at taking it. She made this swell noise when Migiri slapped her, nice and sharp and all echoe-y, and she had this really funny look on her face that made Migiri giggle. Of all the people she’d played this game with, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d got such a good noise, and she was looking forward to Dakota’s turn...but it never came. Migiri just stood there, her hands out, waiting for it, but Dakota just slumped down in the corner.

Oh, well, guess she didn't like that game. But that was no problem - Migiri knew plenty more!

First she had to Dakota back up, though. She was looking so tired and worn out, but they hadn’t even been playing all that long. ”Heeeeeey, Dako-tan? Come on, get back up!” Migiri reached over, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked her back on her feet, giving her a few good pats on the cheek to help wake her up along the way. ”You can’t go to sleep just yet! We’ve still got so much stuff to do!”

A pained whimper escaped her lips as Migiri clenched a handful of her curly blond locks and wrenched her upright. Her entire body ached with each movement but the sudden jerk to her feet caused her to take in a sharp breath through her teeth as her weary form screamed in collective agony. Vaguely aware, she flinched at the pat of her cheek, each one regardless of how light they had been was enough to shift her head from one side or the other as if she were a stuffed doll with no rigidity in her body.

"Hun… I… think… I think I'm done." Dakota reluctantly groaned. Momma didn't raise no quitter, but somethings were just beyond her. Migiri was less of a woman and more of a force of nature, the sort you climbed down into the basement and battened down the hatches for. Her admission of defeat wasn't just a statement but a plead for mercy at this point. The childlike juggernaut seemed fine with going to town on her all night so long as it was amusing. That was a ticket to a career cut short. Sometimes you needed to know when to fold.

Migiri liked Dakota. She was funny.

Not because of anything she said, of course. She wasn’t funny like Ringo-tsn, or like the old American show she liked with the talking babies. But she made funny noises when you squeeze. Funny faces when you smashed her. She spoke funny and she had a funny look and a funny hat and funny hair that looked like it would be really, really fun to pull!

But what Dakota said wasn’t funny. It wasn’t at all.

Migiri frowned - a mean, scowling frown - and let go of Dakota’s hair. Not to be nice or anything - she just wanted to get a better grip of shoulders, so she could lift up and throw her over her shoulders in one, quick move. She Dakota’s thigh with one hand and her neck with the other, then started pulled them both down, down, down, making her spine get all bendy in a tight torture rack.

She also made sure to squeeze Dakota’s neck a bit while she was doing it, so thing would be nice and quiet while she said a few things. Migiri whispered in her ear, where only they could hear, and even spoke in her super-scary adult voice for it. ”You’re done when I say you’re done.”

Dakota's head drooped as Migiri's fingers came away from her blond curls, held upright mostly by the will of her opponent at this point. Her arms twitched at the sensation of strong palms clamping down on her shoulders but she seemed incapable of even raising her limbs to contest for control of the position. The ease in which the amazonian wrestler hefted the southern gal up and over to lay across her shoulders was alarming. While her physique showed she didn't pack any extra pounds, she wasn't exactly as light as some of the kawaii girls in the back yet Migiri handled her weight like an empty cardboard box… which coincidentally was pretty much what she felt like at this point.

The blond's body contorted to Migiri's whims, clamped on both ends, and stretched across the big woman's shoulders like a decorative animal skin shawl with all the inhuman connotations poured into each hard pull that split her further to a natural breaking point. Attempts to allow the pain to be realized in screams were cut off by fingers crushing her throat, choking out her attempts to vocalize into wheezing gags. The last of her fight was on display, weak kicks and flails like dying throes of a harpooned animal whose life was fading away before everyone's very eyes.

Migiri's cruel whispers drove one point home most of all. This was her big debut. This was the big leagues. She hadn't been ready, not by a long shot. Her pride urged her to hold on, to make a good showing even in defeat but her mind and body couldn't take this anymore. Dakota brought her hand to her opponent's forearm and repeatedly pat her palm against unyielding muscle, tapping out. She couldn't go on any longer.

Migiri was smiling ear to ear now, thinking of all the possibilities that could happen with her new friend. She was the bestest sort of playmate - all bendy and stretchy and small so she could get thrown around really, really, really far and she made some of the best squeaks and noises she’d ever heard and she looooooooooooved the way her body felt when it was getting crushed. They were going to have so much fun, and-

”Migiri! Put her down!” The referee patted her shoulder and gave her a shake. “It’s over!”

Migiri’s eyes shot wide as she looked around and the ring bells finally made their way into her ear. It was then and only then that she noticed that Dakota was tapping out. She’d won. The match was finished.

Playtime was over.

”Nope.”

Migiri lifted Dakota up high, holding her to the sky with a one-armed gorilla press like she was a prized trophy. It didn’t last long before she let her roll off the palm and flop to the floor behind her, hitting the canvas in a heap, like she was a bag of overstuffed trash.

But if anyone thought that was going to be the end of thing, they were wrong, and Migiri would show them how wrong they were when she reached down, grabbed Dakota by the ankle, and started dragging her out of the ring. ”Oh, Dako-tan! We are going to have so, so, so much more fun together! Have you ever played dress-up before?”

She picked up Ringo-tan from the corner, then shouldered the blubbering referee out of the way as she moved, barely noticing her attempts to stop all this. Migiri was going to have her fun, one way or another!

It was all she could do to keep tapping her palm to Migiri's arm. It held her own to fading consciousness, desperation that release would come before she was unable to make her surrender known. At the mercy of the big woman and the timidness of the official, there was no telling how bad things would become if she passed out before a bell. When the ring did come though, the rack had not ended. Weakened as her touch had become she continued to tap, over the outraged cries from the crowd and the protests from the referee whose words were heard as jumbled gibberish to Dakota's hazy mind. The only thing that kept her going was the taping.

A creaking groan was able to slip from her when the fingers clamped across her throat came away and the pressure bending her in two at both ends released. She was numbed with pain to a degree and while the wholly uncomfortable position draped across the Amazonian woman's shoulders was understandably uncomfortable, it felt like heaven to the seconds of excruciating punishment she had been made to endure. Her arms and legs slipped away and were left to dangle, the last of her energy spent. When a palm dug into her body, hoisting her even higher into the air, she remained unmoving, unable to muster more than a whimpered cry as she was presented to the arena like a great sacrifice claimed by an even greater beast.

Dakota oozed off of Migiri's hand, tossed aside like rubbish to splatter across the canvas in a heap. It was a dull thud from an unprotected fall as the southern girl landed as gravity willed it, not even able to twist her body or shield herself with an arm. She was a deflated human being, a shell of the cheerful ray of sunshine she had started this night out as and now no more than a smear on the mat as Migiri took hold of her leg and dragged her lifelessly behind her.

"Ughnnngh…" Migiri was free to interoperate Dakota's less than clear response to her inquiry however she and Ringo wanted. It was clear to everyone at this point that the blond had no real say as to what fate was about to befall her anymore.