Sumo Panties Match: Sora Mizumi vs. Claire St. Clair

Wearing a grey hoodie to cover her, Soraâ€s face is completely covered in a deep red blush. She felt embarrassed to her entire core. After considering Soraâ€s small size, the AFW had cleared her to compete in a Kawaii match, which Sora at first had simply consider a division for smaller wrestlers. It was only later she had found out it was for “cuter” girls; and the rules for her match were simply humiliating.

“A WHAT?!” Sora had asked, flabbergasted at the idea. She had been trained to be prepared for hentai matches but this seemed another level entirely. Things were only made worse when she was told she had to organise special strength, stretch-and-rip-proof underwear for the match. It was something she had left right up to the last minute before contacting the attire department to organise something.

“Oh dear” said one of the staff girls as she finished measuring Soraâ€s waist. “Youâ€re a popular size hun, I got a really bad feeling weâ€re all out!” sheâ€d shout as she walked into one of the large closets that the storeroom contained.

“Ohh...well, if thatâ€s the case, I guess weâ€ll just have to organise a different type of match, Iâ€m sure thatâ€s something that can be worked around” Sora said, a look of slight relief coming over her. “Maybe we can just change it to something normal, like a submission match or...”

“No wait, we do have something! Oh, youâ€re in luck, the last pair!” shouted the staffer as she walked out with a pair of bright pink panties, with large daisy pattern wrapping around.

“Uhh...n....um, are you sure theyâ€re in my size?” Sora asked as she felt her heart rate rise considerably.

“Yup, a perfect fit!” she nodded with a smile, her face beaming as she handed the panties over to Sora.

“Uh..t.....thanks”

Now, here she was. As her theme music played, she had no choice. It was either forfeit her dignity, or the match itself, and to do the latter would be to sacrifice all of her pride and professionalism. As she walked out, she kept her hoodie zipped up, allowing her with some sort of privacy at least for her entrance. Walking to the ring she was cheered, but heard a number of the more boisterous members of the crowd laughing at the poor girlâ€s ring attire, with a few wolf whistles thrown in for good measure. “Shut up, just shut up” Sora muttered to herself as she hunched her head between her shoulders and walked down the entranceway and up to the ring.

Upon entering sheâ€d finally, reluctantly undo her hoodie and quickly throw it out of the ring, completely exposing her otherwise naked body to a large cheer from the crowd. With one hand covering her now exposed breasts, Sora blushed deeply, head bowed, waiting for her opponent. The entire process had totally thrown out her usual deep preparation for a match, and instead of her usual warm up, Sora found herself resting against a turnbuckle, wishing for at least a weak opponent and a quick match.

Just a few seconds later, Claireâ€s theme music would begin to play, and she would emerge at the top of the ramp in a short, black robe, making her way down towards the ring with purpose. She knew that with each step the robe flipped up, and the crowd caught a quick glimpse of her specially-issued sumo panties; she was just going to do her best to ignore them, though all of the inappropriate attention was beginning to get to her. The last time she had had a sumo panties match, the underwear that she had been issued was just a plain, unassuming black, and that had been embarrassing enough. But, tonight, the pair she wore were the color of the sky, with small cartoon kites, birds, and clouds covering her crotch and her posterior.

Her cheeks were a bright red as she climbed into the ring and headed to the far corner, sizing up her opponent as she did so. The other girl had already disrobed and was standing in the opposite corner in nothing but a pair of bright pink panties covered in daisies. So, I guess we both have a ‘cute†design…they probably did that on purpose, Claire thought, slowly sliding her robe off to reveal her pale, smooth body and her little sky blue sumo panties.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, hiding her breasts from view. Looking over to her opponent and seeing the girl assume a similar pose, Claire couldnâ€t help but smirk bitterly. Neither of them seemed to be very comfortable fighting in such revealing outfits. Well, at least the schoolgirl had found a kindred spirit, even if it would make the fight much tougher to go through with than the sumo panties match which she had fought against Tsukasa a few weeks prior. “Hey, there,” Claire said, giving her opponent a small wave as the referee girl prepared to get the match underway.

Watching towards the entrance way, Sora would see her dark haired, kawaii opponent make her way down to the ring. The one thing that she did notice instantly was the ridiculous patterns that covered Claireâ€s panties, which at least gave her some sort of comfort that theyâ€d look ridiculous together. Damn attire probably planned this on purpose! Sora thought to herself, why couldnâ€t we just get something plain and simple instead?

As Claire entered the ring and dropped her robe, covering her breasts in a similar way to how Sora was covering her own, Sora would give a similar smirk. The two girls were obviously quite similar in personality...at least she wouldnâ€t have to put up with an opponent who would laugh and take advantage of the situation like some of the other girls in AFW would do, Sora thought to herself. As the referee brought the two girls together, Sora would return the wave.

“Hey” sheâ€d say as the referee brought the two face to face, instructing them to take a hold of the other girls panties. Sora would grimace and look up at her opponent. “I have no idea what the hell weâ€re doing...” sheâ€d admit as she let the hand covering her breasts drop and take a weak, reluctant grip of Claireâ€s sky blue panties. “I was kinda worried Iâ€d be the only ridiculous looking one here...at least we both like kinda stupid, hey?” sheâ€d offer up as a form of solace in an attempt to break the awkwardness of being topless and feeling slightly humiliated by the whole situation.

Claire chuckled ruefully as she and her opponent came face to face in the middle of the ring, both girls still covering their breasts. The audience was just eating it up, seeing the two modest girls getting ready to fight a humiliating, nearly naked battle. “I was in a sumo panties match once before,” Claire said, when her opponent mentioned that she had no idea what they were doing. “It was sort of embarrassing, but I won…so in the end, I guess it was worth it. Still, I canâ€t believe they put us in these cutesy panties.” She looked down at her own sky blue pair and the other girlâ€s pink pair.

“Last time I did this, we were just in plain black panties,” she observed. “But I guess they realized that it would be funnier to make us squirm…oh, well, whatever.” When she was instructed to do so by the referee, Claire would lean forward to get a firm grip on her opponentâ€s panties, inadvertently pressing their breasts together. The kawaii girl shivered.

“Iâ€m, uh…Iâ€m Claire, by the way. Itâ€s nice to meet you.”

“Well, youâ€ve got a bit more experience than I do...” Sora said, as the two girls came together. Upon hearing about Claireâ€s last match, her face dropped. “What?! So you mean, they dressed us like this and they usually donâ€t?! Urrr...”

As the two pressed together, Sora felt Claire shiver as their breasts touched. The two girls were fairly small in their chest, with Sora having the larger of the two girls; a rare occurrence. While Sora was certainly embarrassed, she wasnâ€t unused to such intimate contact, feeling amusement at feeling the other girl shiver in excitement at their touching.

“Iâ€m Sora, itâ€s nice to meet you too...just wish it was in a bit different circumstances...” With the girls now pressed together and ready, the referee rang the bell to begin the match, although instead of pulling or beginning wrestling, Sora paused for a second before looking up at her opponent. “Um...so...what are we meant to do now?”

Claire wasnâ€t really sexually active, and, though she had been in a match like this before, she wasnâ€t going to get used to naked contact with another human being any time soon. It was just embarrassing for her. She couldnâ€t help but notice, too, that the other girlâ€s chest was larger than hers—only by a small margin, sure, and that wasnâ€t necessarily unusual, but it still made the kawaii girl feel self-conscious.

When Sora returned her greeting, Claire nodded solemnly. “Yeah, itâ€s not very kind of them to dress us up in embarrassing panties and put us in a match that neither of us is very comfortable with…but I hope we can have a good match and can be friends when itâ€s over.” She swallowed hard, remembering how she had said the same thing to her last sumo panties opponent. That match had not ended with the girls on good terms.

When the referee rang the bell, Claire flinched, beginning to tug just a little bit to give Sora a small wedgie. Feeling that her own panties were not being pulled in return, though, she paused, looking Sora straight in the eyes. “Well…weâ€re supposed to wedgie each other,” Claire explained, nodding downwards to the firm grip each had on the otherâ€s panties. “You win via wedgie hold…other wrestling is allowed, but thatâ€s the focus.”

“Hmm!” Sora would let out in agreement at Claireâ€s disapproval of the garments they were both wearing, but also for her wish for a good match. Sora never saw anything personal in a match...often at least, but for the most part she was professional about them. However, Sora couldnâ€t help but notice Claireâ€s discomfort after telling her, almost as if she was remembering something bad from her past. It wasnâ€t something she would comment on, but it was something to remember.

With the ringing of the bell though, Soraâ€s confusion would allow Claire to give her a slight wedgie to begin with. “Ahhh!” sheâ€d let out after questioning the girl about the match, in shock at the intrusive feeling of her panties slipping up between her butt. A blush would paint her face with her mouth hung open as Claire explained the point of what they were meant to do, holding onto Soraâ€s panties, while she had raised herself slightly on her toes to try and escape the feeling. She counted herself lucky that Claire wasnâ€t as ruthless, or as heartless, as some of the other opponents she had faced, or she knew her panties would probably have been pulled up over her head already. “Oooh..oh...um...oo...okay...” Sora would let out in discomfort, and would begin pulling at Claireâ€s panties in the same manner as she had done to her. She still wasnâ€t entirely sure how one won “via wedgie”, but she felt like she needed to get moving before the crowd got restless with the two girls just standing still in the middle of the ring.

Claire would wait for a few seconds until Sora gave her some indication that she understood the stipulations of the match. The girl still looked a little confused as to how exactly they were supposed to wage wedgie war against each other, but, once she had said “okay,” the kawaii girl figured that she had to start wedgieing her opponent in earnest, lest the crowd begin to get antsy.

She would feel the might of Soraâ€s new understanding soon enough, as the girl began to yank her panties up her butt, causing the black-haired schoolgirl to yelp and bite her lip. She would start pulling harder on Soraâ€s panties, trying to bring them inch by inch up the girlâ€s back, with the ultimate goal of completing an atomic wedgie by snapping the waist of the underwear into place around Soraâ€s forehead.

“Mmm…nngh…” Claire groaned, as the two girls began their struggle. “Donâ€t think…Iâ€ll show any mercy…until you submit, that is…”

With Sora starting to pull Claireâ€s panties up her back with earnest, she would suddenly feel her opponent return the favour with interest, feeling the waistband of her panties ascending up her back, almost up in line with her breasts. The specially designed panties allowed for Claire to pull them up to an almost ludicrous height, causing Sora to yell out in shock, pain and humiliation as they disappeared into her butt almost completely.

“OHHHHH” sheâ€d yell out as Claire taunted her about showing no mercy. Sora had tried to pull Claireâ€s at the same time, but no where near to the same extent. Claireâ€s experience in having one of these matches before; Sora had no idea how hard and how high she could pull these panties, but she was now learning the hard way. As Claire continued pulling, almost up to her shoulders, Sora would let go of Claireâ€s panties and try to dash past the girl for the ropes, in a desperate attempt to stop the schoolgirl from pulling them all the way up to her head, tears forming in her eyes as she dashed past.

Claire soon realized that she had the advantage over Sora, knowing exactly how hard she could pull the silly sumo panties which they were wearing to put as much pressure on the girl as possible. Just as she thought that she might have already seized the advantage, however, Sora let go of her panties and began running towards the ropes.

“H-hey!” Claire gasped, keeping a firm grip on her foeâ€s panties as the girl tried to escape. “Get back here!”

She couldnâ€t stop Sora from making it to the ropes, but Claire would keep hanging on, stretching her opponentâ€s panties out behind her as she was dragged along. She smirked a little bit seeing Soraâ€s cute, bare bottom underneath the stretchy pink underwear.