Easy Prey

((For Tat))

Sora Takenada stepped through the curtains, returning to the backstage area after a brutal debut match. Well, her debut as part of the main roster at least. Sora had already wrestled in one match before this as part of the Kawaii league, where she had accidentally broken her opponent's arm. Anyone who had known of her before her most recent match had known her for that... but now they'd know her as the newbie who Deathbird had utterly dominated n the ring not but a few minutes ago. Of course that's not what bothered her. Sora didn't care about what her reputation in Friction was like, one way or the other. She just hated that she had to be here. That she had to wrestle for the entertainment of the sadistic, perverted losers that made up the crowd, and have to be employed in the same federation as a psycho like Deathbird. The AFW was a madhouse of bullies and deviants, and she was practically a prisoner of the damned place.

Sora limped her way to the showers while holding her sides in pain. She was feeling the full effects of being folded up like a pretzel in the ring just a few moments ago, and her head was still ringing slightly from the harsh blows she had taken to it. As she entered the showers, she was relieved to see she was the only one there. The last thing she wanted was to see or talk to any other wrestler in this sick excuse for a league, right now. Sora dragged her feet further into the room, ignoring the mirror placed near the entrance. She didn't want to see how bad she looked, and could already see a welt on her chin and blood trickling down from her busted lip, out of the corner of her eye. As she approached one of the stalls, she began stripping out of her ring attire, hissing in pain with each article of clothing she stripped out of. First her top, then trunks, and finally her footwraps which were especially painful to get off, given that she had to bend over.

Now completely nude, she leaned forward against the tiled wall underneath he shower head, just taking a moment to breath. She felt like crap, physically and mentally, and it anguished her to think that this was her life now... at least until her bullshit contract expired. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to be doing this. It just... it wasn't fair! Sora brought her hand up to her face and rubbed her eyes, trying to will herself not to start crying. She knew she had to be tough, or she'd just make herself easy pickings for all the psychos like Deathbird on the roster. It was one of the first things she had ever learned running with her street gang back in the goold old days. She had to be tough. With a defiant sniff, Sora held back her tears and lowered her hand to turn the shower knobs. She cranked on the hot water at full blast, at first stiffening to the searing heat, but soon relaxing and letting the steaming water ease her sore muscles. The water poured down over her head and shoulders, drenching her green dyed hair and washing the blood away from her lip.

Despite the recent humiliations she suffered, Succubus Manabe was strolling around the locker room in brazen nudity as she was wont to do. She preferred being naked and she would be naked all the time if she could be. She had a bright grin on her face and was peeking around carefully to see if she could find any one to enjoy some mischief with her. Whether they liked it or not, she surmised.

As she patrolled the locker room she came upon her favorite place, the showers. She peered in and looked around. One stall was occupied and she grinned as she saw the hot steam billowing up from the stall. She crept forward carefully and leaned forward, checking out Sora from her sneaky position at the edge of the stall, just poking her head in as she shamelessly ogled Sora's naked body from the back. She licked her lips at the thought. Sora didn't seem very big at all. Succubus height at best. She was fatter though, Succubus said as she poked her own belly. She then grinned and stepped away.

The lil devil slipped into the stall next to Sora's and began to whistle as she turned on the water in the stall. She turned it on to super cold and left., whistling the whole time. She exited the stall and walked over to the janitor's closet and grabbed a bucket. Succubus then marched back to her stall, still whistling and held up the bucket to start catching the cold water. She leaned against the stall divider and lifted her head up.

"Soooo." She said loudly, making sure to get Sora's attention. "How's it goin, shower buddy?" She asked. "Scrubbin behind the ears? Making every last crevice squeak?" She asked and giggled. "Well, if you need a hand, I have a really nice loofa in my stall. I'd definitely help scrub those hard to reach places."

While she spoke, she took the bucket that was now filled to the brim with ice cold water and and took it out of her stall, She brazenly walked past Sora's stall, figuring she'd be occupied with her crevices if she wasn't trying to talk to Succubus.

She then went into the empty stall on the other side and stood on the small changing bench and with great casualness, hefted the bucket if icy water up and dumped it all over Sora.

Sora remained blissfully unaware that she was no longer alone in the showers, up until she heard whistling coming from the next stall. At least she thought she did. Her neck tensed and she pulled her head out from underneath the running water of her own shower head so she could better listen. Not only did she confirm that someone was indeed whistling, but she soon heard the someone turning the knobs and cranking on the shower in the next stall at full blast. Sora swallowed as she realized she wasn't alone, and she couldn't imagine who else would be using these showers other than another Friction competitor. In other words, another psycho like Deathbird. Oh hell, it could have been Deathbird herself!

Not feeling up to dealing with a confrontation, Sora reached forward to turn the knobs of her own shower so she could leave. She hesitated though when the girl in the next stall suddenly spoke to her. It didn't sound like anyone she knew... but whoever it was had obviously taken notice of her. Sora took a steady breath and decided to carefully respond. "Er, no thanks...! I was actually just finishing up." she lied, before cranking off the hot water coming from her own shower head. She was still incredibly sore, and now felt chilly after standing under the scorching water for so long, but it couldn't be helped. She didn't know who she was dealing with her, and had no desire to find out.

Sora was just about to turn to leave, but she hesitated once more when a strange sound reached her ears. Now that could clearly hear what was happening in the other stall, it sounded to her like something was... catching the water? Like a tub or bucket? She didn't have much time to listen before the sound suddenly ceased, and out of the corner of her eye she spotted someone strolling by outside her stall. Sora spun around, her sore muscles tensing up defensively. "H-Hey, was that you!?" she called, her voice a cross between accusatory and intimidated. "What are you doing? ...Hello?" She cautiously began to inch forward to peek outside her stall, but barely got very far before suddenly, out of the blue, being drenched by a huge splash of freezing cold water.

Sora screamed on impulse, feeling like she had practically gone into shock as the ice cold water was dumped on her seconds after she had been taking such a hot shower. He body was stiff for a good few seconds before horrible chills began creeping up her skin, and she started to hug herself. She looked up and her eyes widened when she saw a girl peeking over the top of the stall with a now empty bucket in hand. "Wh-wha-... Wh-wha-..." breathed Sora in a trembling voice. "WH-WHAT TH-THE FUCK IS Y-YOUR P-PROBLEM!? she cried out in outrage. She started to step outside of her stall, feeling an honest urge to chase the girl down and kick her ass, but almost immediately retreated back as she realized how much colder it was outside her stall than inside where there was still hot steam wafting through the air. Sora reached out her shaking hands and turned the shower knobs, with a bit of effort, to crank the hot water back on. As the water needed a moment to heat back up however, she was instead rained down on with even more cold water from the shower head, which caused her to scream out a second time and flatten herself against the wall of the stall, out from underneath the water.

Succubus couldn't help herself when the water hit. The way Sora screamed made the pink haired devil giggle with unholy delight. She slid off the bench she was standing around, and expected to meet the girl head on with a proud smirk. But then she heard the shower turn back on and she frowned. With all that yelling, did was she really just going to ignore her!?

Succubus snorted and stomped around the stall to peer into Sora's. She saw the girl pressed up against the other side of the stall, pressed against it, doing... something.

Succubus grinned. "Heee." She said and bent her knees. She then jogged forward and launched herself at Sora, trying to splash her naked body against Sora's. "Oooouuaaaaaaaahhhn!" She moaned as she was washed with cold water. "Splat." She whispered against Sora's neck when her body rubbed against Sora's. "You liar. You aren't squeaky clean at all." She purred devilishly.

Sora stood there with her back against the tiles, hugging herself and shivering miserably as she waited for the water from the shower head to warm up. Then out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her. A girl no taller than herself was peeking into the stall with a devilish look on her face that Sora didn't like in the least. Sora's brows scrunched and she glared furiously at the small troublemaker. "Wh-who the hell a-are you!?" she snapped at her, with her voice still trembling violently. "You ha-have some kind of p-problem with me!?"

Rather than receive an answer though, Sora was given a fright when the girl launched at her. The girl ended up drenching herself in the cold water from the shower on her way towards Sora, making it all the more unpleasant when her petite, nude body splatted again hers. Sora yelped in surprise and discomfort, and things soon took a weird turn as the girl whispered devilishly into her ear and began rubbing against her. A chill would have gone up Sora's spine if she wasn't already shaking from the cold. "G-get... OFF!!" Sora snarled, wedging her hands in between herself and the perverted imp. She unfortunately had to press her palms against the girl's flat chest, but ended up shoving against her just as abruptly.

Succubus moaned loudly when Sora dipped her hands between them, rubbing her palms on her stiff nipples. She moaned more absurdly than she should have, exaggerating it quite thoroughly as her lips quivered and she made a show of it. There was no way she was actually getting off THAT much. But she grinned at Sora, even after stumbling back. She shivered even louder when part of her body was washed in the horribly cold water, turning the uncomfortableness of it into quite a throaty moan. "Oh, I think I already am.' She teased and leaned forward, trying to get their lips as close as possible without touching.

"I don't even know who you are.' She cooed. "But I'm a devil sent from hell so all that matters to me is how delicious your soul is." Succubus giggled and reached out to try and grab at Sora's hands and pull them downward. She then thrust her hips forward, trying to trap Sora's hands between their naked hips. "While you're down there, how 'bout a lil' tickle." She said as she flicked her tongue out and licked once up the middle of Sora's lips, never taking her bright, mischievous eyes off the green haired girl.

Succubus' reaction to Sora's hands pressing against her was nothing short of unsettling. It wasn't like Sora was fondling her! But nonetheless, the young rookie felt terribly uncomfortable by the time she managed to shove the perverted girl away from herself. The very second she did, she felt an awful twinge of pain run up her back and ribs, reminding her of the battered state she was still in. She clutched at her side with one hand while bracing herself against the wall with the other, all the while keeping her eyes on the impish girl in front of her. Sora stared at her in horror as she stood under the water moaning and shivering like some kind of animal in heat. She had never seen anyone behave this way before, least of all another girl, and it was honestly beginning to freak Sora out.

When Succubus drew towards her again, Sora attempted to hastily move out of the way. For the moment though she was in too much pain to move quickly, and she soon found herself pinned against the wall by the petite young woman once again. She was momentarily frozen in place, her fear, discomfort, and confusion forcing her to simply stay put and stare into Succubus' gaze as if she were mesmerized. Her eyes widened at Succubus' claim that she was a devil sent form hell, and the bizarity of the situation made a small part of her believe it. "...You're cr-crazy." she breathed, her voice trembling more from intimidation than the cold, now. She gasped when Succubus suddenly guided her hands down between her legs, in the most inappropriate spot possible. It now dawned on Sora exactly what was happening and what this girl was trying to do with her, and her face contorted in horror and disgust. When Succubus then flicked out her tongue and lightly licked Sora's lips, that was the final straw.

"What the fuck's wrong with you!?" she proclaimed, tilting her head back as far she could with the tiled wall behind her. "Just get away from me already, you freak!!" And with that she jutted her head forward in an attempt to headbutt Succubus square in the nose.

Succubus continued to grin and undulate for Sora. She loved the way the girl seemed unable to even comprehend what the lil devil was doing to he when, in reality, she wasn't even doing anything at all. That's what made it even more delicious. She'd expected some retaliation but not what came her way. When the forehead slammed into her, Succubu' knees wobbled and she stumbled backwards. She slipped on the water and fell onto her butt. She groaned and wasn't sure if she should reach for her head or her butt to rub.

"Ugghh..." She said and looked up through the ice cold droplets that rained down on her. Her teeth chattered visibly but she tried not to let it get to her. With one hand on her head, she smiled cruelly at Sora. "Oh! You are one of those rough types?!" She said and brought her other hand down to her exposed pussy lips. "Lil' scraped knees will make it more fun, I agree." She said as she tried to nod down to her cleanly shaven pussy while her eyes trailed down Sora's glistening body to the girl's own rosebud.

Sora grunted in discomfort, and rubbed her neck. The sudden jerk of her head had only caused her more pain, perhaps not as much as what her headbutt had caused Succubus, but still. She realized now she was in no shape for a fight, and she doubted she could have floored Succubus like she had if the perverted young woman wasn't the same size of her. Hell, she was technically smaller given how thin she was in comparison to Sora's stout muscle toned form. Yet despite this, the green haired rookie was in no shape for a brawl with anyone.

Sora watched Succubus on the tiled floor, cautious of what she was going to do next. She narrowed her eyes and slowly shook her head when Succubus accused of her being one of those "rough type". She then gave the impish girl a look of absolute disgust when she saw her hand was trailing, and she intentionally looked away. "God... I don't know who or what you are, but you're out of your mind." she told her in contempt. "You're sick! This whole stupid league is sick!! Ugh, just keep away from me, okay!?"

She sidestepped out of the stall, sliding her back along the wall so she could keep as much distance between herself and the crazy little nymphomaniac as she could. She didn't make the mistake of turning her back on Succubus, as she kept herself facing the stall as she backed away. Yet the fact was, she was still backing away very slowly, practically limping due to her injuries. If Succubus still wanted to hassle her, it wouldn't be difficult to catch up.

Succubus carefully watched as Sora tried to inch out of the stall. She licked her lips and scooted to match Sora's facing while the girl called her delicious epithets.

"I told you..." Succubus said as she scooted towards Sora, inching forward to try and keep the distance close between the two. "I'm a lil devil. I'm not sick. I'm just a little hungry. I just want a little taste of your soul." Succubus grinned wider. "And your pussy!"

Succubus then lashed out her legs and tried to trip Sora and bring her to the ground by tangling their legs together.