Co-written by me, !FUl5M3HAUg, krisslanza, and a new writer. Would people be interested in seeing a full-fledged story along these lines?
The large arena building took on a an oddly intimate quality as the lights grew dim. Packed as it was with people, not all of them human, a low murmur quickly filled the building as the crowd waited for the next match. Men and women from all over had gathered here to watch the new spectacle taking Gensokyo's most famous residents by storm.
For two ladies from the human village, things had already proven exciting. This was their first time coming out to see the league, and the girl-on-girl matches they'd seen had been both thrilling and arousing. However... "I've heard that there's a boy who's going to make his debut tonight." "So I've heard!"
Her friend's voice took on a note of amusement. "I hope he's more attractive than those tengu lugs. They might be tough, but they're as attractive as toads. About as interesting, too."
The wrestling sensation had taken Gensokyo by storm, and swept up a lot of the most powerful and famous names... resulting in a league packed with strong women fighting, and few men of any kind. "Well, I'd rather see a big man step up and teach these girls how to fight. That's just me, though."
Their voices mingled with many others, near and distant, and anybody who wasn't right next to them would find it impossible to follow their conversation. "Meh. All the 'big men' are too busy gawking at the matches to participate... or they're afraid these girls will dominate them."
The men ran the place because they were stronger in the village, but when that was put to the test in the ring, the results had been rather different. Thus, mixed wrestling was a rare, well-advertised treat.
It only took a short while to prepare for the match, though. Before long, the central lights kicked back on, revealing the slightly-elevated ring: a padded mat with steel posts at the corners, holding up the three taut red ropes that surrounded it.
Moments later, and upbeat, jaunty tune began to play. A long row of colored lamps lit up near the entrance ramp, revealing the 'star' of the match, Robin Roots. Not one for theatrics, the young man politely waved at the crowd as he made his way down and climbed into the ring. His face was a little red from the applause and cheers, as well as from the various comments he could pick out of the noise. "Oh wow, he's cuter than I expected..." "Hey, does he look like he wrestle down any of the others we've seen tonight? I doubt he could even budge them!" "He's supposed to have pretty good endurance... I wonder who his partners were?" I can't believe I'm actually doing this...
Robin thought with a sigh. Yuuka and Reimu encouraged me to, but this is still kind of crazy! I never expected there to be so many people. I'm a woodworker, not a... ah, no use dwelling on that. Who am I fighting anyway? They wouldn't even tell me... I wonder why? Is that normal? Maybe it is. Maybe I should've asked. Maybe... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOVRdC_nadM
He heard the music change, and the crowd went absolutely wild. That was his clue to look up to the top of the ramp, which had just lit up to reveal some very bad news. At least, it was bad news for his chances of winning on his debut. Standing there like a tall and very ample statue was none other than the shinigami boat-woman, Komachi Onozuka.
Her reputation as a death goddess alone was something to make hardened warriors quake in their boots. Her expression wasn't exactly fearsome, though. In fact, her fluttering eyes and sloppy posture made it seem like she was about to fall asleep on the spot.
A simple yawn moved her whole body, forcing a visible heave of her venerable chest. Her wrestling outfit was far more daring than Robin's simple jersey and boxers; it resembled nothing so much as a sling bikini, though the black strips of fabric were a few inches wider. Pulled taut over her form as it was, the outfit barely contained her prodigious assets and shamelessly displayed the smoothly transitioning curves of her body. It also did wonders for the crowd, eliciting a horde of catcalls from both men and women as she sauntered towards the ring. As she drew closer, her movements an odd mix of lazy and sensual, he couldn't help but stare.
The reaper's breasts were the central points of interest. They were round, and slightly droplet-shaped, bulging around both sides of her one-piece sling as it dug invitingly into them. The skimpy garment technically covered a good deal of skin, but her voluptuous body seemed to test the limits of its flexibility. Below that was a smooth stomach unblemished by muscular tension, which curved inward just a bit before flaring out to a wide pair of wide hips. Her arms were deceptively smooth, their power hidden behind a coat of what the ignorant would have called flab. Her thighs looked as large and comfortable as her chest, yet there were the slightest hints of a greater power hiding as she strode to the ring, concentrated both there and in her firm, curvy calves. A little part of his mind imagined those legs clamped around his head, drowning him in that soft and warm fleshiness. Even with all the cheering and shouting, the slow clicking and clacking of her bright white boots seemed loud and clear. Ominous, that's the word he was looking for.
Once she'd finally reached the ring, Komachi climbed onto its edge and easily straddled the ropes. Before swinging her other leg into the ring, she made sure to bend over and sandwich the top rope between her breasts, showing off her large, uncovered ass as well.
Her beauty was clearly evident from a distance, but as she entered the ring and approached him, he came to realize exactly how tall she was as well. Compared to his average height, she towered
. As she stood opposite him in the ring, he had to turn his head up a bit to keep his eyes on her face. She regarded him with an easy grin, and her red retinas seemed to brim with anticipation.
"Yo." She spoke up first, seeing that he was a little dumbfounded. "Nice to meetcha, Robin. Let's do our best here, alright?" Her warm smile looked genuine, which put a bit of color back into his face. At least she wasn't giving him the sort of look that Yuuka sometimes did during their practice sessions.
"Uh, likewise, Komachi! It's an honor." He quickly bowed to show his respect, making the smile on her face widen just a bit. She took another step forward, and even a motion as simple as that displayed her barely-concealed breasts' ability to jiggle about. She stopped right in front of him and extended her hand, and he took after only a moment's hesitation.
Her grip was strong but not overwhelming, and he returned the squeeze, managing a nervous smile. When he tried to pull his hand back, however, she suddenly tightened her grip and held him in place. He looked up into her face and found a playful little smirk-smile, her eyes narrowed a bit as she regarded him. He tensed up involuntarily.
"What's wrong, Robin?"
Robin stayed silent. It would have been just too embarrassing to admit that she was too strong before the match had even started. His face was quickly reddening, though, and the continued comments from the crowd didn't help; at the moment, they were giving Komachi suggestions on what else to hold and squeeze.
"Could, uh." He grunted, planted his feet, pulled backwards, and didn't even succeed in throwing off her balance, much less breaking free. A momentary panic rose up in him. What would Reimu think?
After he'd run himself completely out of steam, however, Komachi released him and brought her hand up to chuckle softly. "Ah, sorry. I just couldn't resist teasin' such a cute boy." Even compliments were embarrassing now. Actually, the compliments were especially embarrassing. She was looking at him like he was a meal... "No hard feelings?"
"Yeah, sure." With one more glance out at the crowd, half-concealed behind the ring's bright lights, Robin let out a sigh. This was going to be a long day no matter what happened. A smart man might have given up at this point, or just refused to fight, because while he'd been 'trained', he had no confidence in himself.
He'd be disappointing his friends, though. He had to try. Maybe, if he got lucky...
"Oookay." The referee girl, a tengu girl, flapped her way into the ring and raised her hand. "You both ready? Go ahead and start the 'docking' if you are." The crowd, hearing this, immediately cheered.
The referee's blank look mirrored Robin's own. "...They did tell you about the ritual, right? The one before every match in the league?" The boy raised his hands in preparation for a pat-down, but she shook her head. "No, not that, the... Yukari specifically ordered that we do it this way, so..."
"Ah, lemme just show him." Turning around in reaction to a low female voice, Robin watched his opponent advance until they were face-to-face, although that required him to crane his neck a bit and try to ignore the enormous chest tickling his chin. Before he could back way, she pulled him into a hug, tightening up her arms into a band of steel around his waist and practically burying him in her smooth, bountiful curves. "See? We dock chests..."
It wasn't so much 'docking' as it was 'sinking into hers', though... the crowd couldn't even really see his chest anymore as Komachi's molded against it. "Uh, b-but I'm not even a girl..."
"Oh, I can definitely tell that much," Komachi replied, with a giggle that shook her whole body. "Guess we need to come up with something else... Ah! I got it. Hold still." Released from her overwhelming hug, Robin obeyed, as Komachi descended to her knees. Even like that, the top of her head still came nearly to his neck.
He was about to ask what the busty redhead was up to when her arms hugged around Robin's hips, pulling his crotch right between her large, warm, and exceedingly soft breasts. She squeezed a good bit more than was necessary, burying him even further into her pillowy breasts as she gently rubbed her exposed cleavage against his boxers. To the young man's embarrassment, his erection soon started to rise against its pillows; even with his underwear and shorts in the way, he could feel her amazing chest quite clearly. Komachi was quick to notice Robin's arousal and looked up at him with a seductive smile and narrowed eyes, mashing and grinding even harder into his crotch.
"Sheesh, didn't think my opponent would be such a pervert... you're already hard after a little bit of docking. I don't mind any hard feelings if they're down here, though..." Her voice was smooth, low, and playful, and he tried to pull back, but again her arms were wrapped tight around him. His hips weren't going to get away from her that easily.
Komachi mercifully pulled away and stood up, however, her breasts swaying and jiggling in a slow, hypnotic way. The bulge in his pants throbbed in reponse and everyone in the building could tell. Every woman's gaze seemed to be burning into him, eating through the shaky armor of his resolve and the slight dampness of his undergarments.
He tried to hold back the flush on his cheeks, but it was no use. Being watched by all these pretty girls was just too much to bear, and he had to admit that it was a little bit exciting. Feminine allure and curiosity triumphed over his faltering self-restraint. The bell finally rang, but the humiliation had only just begun.
At least the match gave him something to focus on. Robin put up his arms, one foot forward, one foot back, but it just felt silly when he was faced with an opponent like this. Meanwhile, the boatwoman just took a tentative step forth, crossing one arm over the other and stretching slowly. Long lines of steely power surfaced briefly in her arms, and Robin's spine tingled at the sight. He felt he was a mere dog before an unconcerned lion, one that was satisfied to have an easy dinner.
Yuuka's words and painful training sessions flashed through his mind as he raffled through forms and strikes, trying to grab onto something solid and effective. Yuuka had known that he was likely to face a whole lot of women, and Komachi is nothing if not a whole lot of woman. Nervously he remembered her defensive teachings, and decided to hold back for the moment.
The redhead let out a little snort at his stance, clearly holding back a chuckle. Lazy steps brought her closer and closer, though no signs of tension or aggression in the large woman's movements. Robin stood his ground and prepared, trying to hold back the shaking in his wrists. Komachi was a giant of a woman, as big as Yuuka, and what she didn't have in muscles she had in gorgeously fleshy curves!
She wound up and attacked a simple shove, but he sidestepped the blow. Throwing forth his body, his shoulder rammed into her, just below the breasts that teased his face. To his surprise, the woman was actually sent stumbling back, drawing a big gasp both from himself and the crowd.
Their breaths, however, were not held for long.
A twinge of annoyance crept onto her beautiful face, but Komachi seemed pleased overall, tilting her head to the side and putting a hand on her hips
"Hey, that was a good one! A bit harder and I mighta fallen."
"Um, thanks I-"
Komachi's head became a blur and her fist a bullet, driving right into his stomach. Robin hopped back from the force, doubling over before falling to the ground and wheezing. The audience was interested now, and Komachi gave them a knowing wink. "Time to soften you up~"
Robin's pain mixed with confusion as the world was turned upside down. Two comfy sacs pressed against his back as a familiar grip tightened around his stomach, lifting him off the ground. He started to thrash, but he didn't even touch Komachi's arms before she dropped him in a piledriver that echoed all over the arena. His head exploded into pain, white lights flashing across his sight and scrambling his thoughts. When it finally cleared, he found himself laid out flat on the ground. And Komachi was at his side, bending her knees for a painful-looking jump.
The boatwoman hopped and kicked out her legs, which landed atop his face and chest with a pair of thundering impacts. His cough turned to a grunt when her legs pressed down on him, and she grabbed his outstretched arm with both hands and pulled
. His socket flared with pain, but he was helpless, not able crawl out from under her legs to cry out through the meaty calves covering his mouth. The position put his hand right in the midst of her cleavage, which crushing him almost painfully between her breasts as her arms strained and flexed around them.
"Might as well squeeze 'em while you're there."
Komachi was clearly enjoying this, the feeling of a helpless victim... but the crowd might have gotten bored of her had she dominated him for too long. Her painful hold was released and she stepped back to the corner, treating herself to a short break while he recovered.
Wiping the haziness from sight and thought, Robin stumbled to his feet to see the busty bombshell relaxing! She winked and blew a kiss to some cheering fans in the front row, barely acknowledging him as so much a bump in the road! She had reason to be cocky, though. He couldn't possibly take her on with power, so speed would be his key.
He hoped so, anyway. His shoulder still felt a little sore from ramming her.
Komachi calmly approached once more, still waving to the crowd. They knew he was cornered, one way or the other, and they wanted to see his meekness rewarded! There was a hop in her step accompanied by a bouncing in her chest, her one-piece struggling to keep up. "Sorry, I just had to give'em some action. Why don't you just lie down now? I'll take real good care of ya~"
The crowd roared at her words. Komachi's smile would have been seductive otherwise, but here it was a threat. A very pleasurable threat in truth, but a little part of him shriveled up.
"You... you wouldn't go THAT far... would you, Komachi?" Robin asked, steadily backing away from her.
The redhead just licked her lips in response. Glancing back, Robin realized that his back was to the corner. Komachi's arms stretched out in case he tried to use his speed, confident she had him captured. Her massive chest moved closer and closer to his eyes, the jiggling pillows seemingly whispering his doom...
His back pressed against the padding, and an idea flashed through his head. The corner was a danger zone for both
wrestlers - they did their highest risk maneuvers from there, after all. Hopping up onto the ropes, Komachi was taken aback as he climbed onto the top rope and leapt, his legs wrapping around her neck as his erect cock collided with her face.
"Kyan!" Komachi waved her arms and stumbled backwards, Robin's sense of forward vertigo increasing while adrenaline and slivers of would-be triumph jittering around in his head.
Yet the split-second blur and resounding thud did not come. Komachi stayed decidedly upright. Shoving and pushing, trying to ignore the firestorm in his loins, he realized he was his position had only grown more awkward. "C'mon, ride her face! You're living the dream!" "I wonder how that tastes..."
Before he could push again, a spark of pleasure cut him off. Komachi's warm breath on his crotch gave way to a warmer mouth, planting a kiss right in the middle of his erection. Her arms reached up to grab his thighs, but he saw those coming and threw himself forward over her. Hitting the ground in a roll, Robin wasted no time charging at Komachi's back and grabbing onto her waist.
"Urrrrgh!" The young man exerted his arms to the limit as he pulled her cumbersome frame upwards, hoping to nail a suplex. Komachi's feet were lifted off the ground, and he felt the sense of weight increase! This was it!
Or not. Komachi jerked back and raised her foot, slamming it into the ground. Robin squeezed and tried again, but she only rooting herself more firmly to the mat. Strong hands gripped his own and wrested them away, making Robin's hairs stand on end.
"That was a good scramble, but your luck's run out."
A massive mound slapped him in the face as she whipped him around, but there wasn't a chance to stumble back. Grabbing the back of his head, Komachi slammed his face right into her valley of softness! She shouted and cried in protest, fists pounding fruitlessly at her firm, taut skin, but the redhead wouldn't have it. Like a bear-trap her powerful arms closed around him, imprisoning his arms at his sides and utterly crushing him into the buxom beauty.
The crowd became a cacophony at this, yet Robin could barely hear their laughter through the huge breasts that now surrounded his face. He punched her elbows, grabbed at her chest, anything to escape... all meeting the same response. Her arms only tightened further, and caused him to gasp for air as her huge, soft breasts began to suffocate him What little air he could get was heavy with the smell of her sweat and a faintly flowery, watery scent. With every passing second, her message grew clearer: she wasn't an opponent now - she was his master.
"C-can... urgh!" Komachi squeezed him again, this time lifting him a little. His body flattened against hers as she arched back before his feet touched the ground. "Koma-Komachi!'
"Did anyone else hear something?" Komachi asked, to the roaring laughter of the crowd. "I think he wanted more!"
Robin's head was freed as Komachi pulled him further up her body, letting him breathe fresh air at last. Komachi pulled him up nice and slow, putting his head level with hers. His dazed head lolled about until she pecked him on the lips, just enough to pull him from his pleasured, confused reveries.
"Like I promised, you're gonna be treated real nice. Might still hurt a bit, though." Robin half nodded at the sound of her gentle voice, greedily sucking in breaths before he was hoisted up higher. However, his eyes jolted wide open as he felt the very familiar sensation of Komachi's massive rack squashing against his manhood. He cried out in pleasure, but it was cut short by a fresh squeeze around his back. Komachi's arms held him as firmly as ever, making him struggle pitiably the air was forced right out of him. However, the crackling pain was now matched by pleasure, as that same squeezing forced his crotch deep into her cleavage. His hips shoved and shook in their confinement, but rubbing his cock over her chest like that only drove his pleasure higher, sapping his will to resist. Struggling turned to grinding as his shaking cock nestled in comfortably, even through the fabric of his clothing.
She wasn't really putting him through a submission so much a position of utter control. If he seemed to waver, she'd tighten her arms, painfully straightening him tight as a rod. Too tight, she's rub his erection with her breasts until he relaxed in a haze of pleasure. He couldn't really rest or think, bounced between pain and pleasure so easily.
Komachi was saying something to him - he made out "throbbing", "large", "tasty", but the words felt distant, meshing into the hooting of the crowd.
His fists were free to strike at her, but her embrace and still-pleasant smile disarmed his spirit. Whenever he so much as raised an arm, she crushed him again, chastising him with pain and pleasure. Already his precum was leaking out in force, forming a sizable damp spot in his pants. Komachi was quick to feel the fresh moisture on her bare skin.
"Mm, feels like you've gotten nice and ready. Now, let's see just what you're hiding under these..."
Keeping one hand around her captive's waist, Komachi reached up to undress him. The crowd roared as Robin's sleeveless shirt was pulled off, revealing his lean and less-than-manly chest. They shared Komachi's hungry gaze, squealing as her tongue traveled over his smooth, shuddering abdomen.
The shock of losing his clothing gave Robin a second wind. Not only that, it made him angry
. His face felt like it was burning under their gazes, now amplified to the heat of the sun. The boy flailed and squirmed, taking advantage of her momentary distraction and weakened grip to break free at last With a thud he fell, wobbling but terrified, scampering away before she could recapture her prey.
This wasn't part of a greater plan, but only an impulse of his wild, panicked mind. He threw himself to the nearest rope and launched back at his towering opponent, trying to ignore the chill creeping across his wet thighs. How could she have done that to him? Treated him like a toy!."
Robin lunged at the last possible moment, sending a shoulder right into her stomach. The impact rattled through his arm, almost numbing it completely, yet his attack was successful! His gorgeous, deathless opponent was knocked right onto her well-toned back. Before she even hit the ground, Robin was in motion once again. Hastily throwing himself forward, he landed astride her firm stomach and mounted her. He glared at her, fists shaking, stomach rising and falling.
The impact had briefly rattled her, but she was soon back to her usual unconcerned self. "Hey, not bad! Now what?" she asked, resting her head on her hands. Her voice showed no fear or apprehension, just genuine curiosity. "You got me on the ground, I'll give you that, but it's gonna take a lot more to win. I hope you aren't planning on boring me into surrender." Her mocking chuckles made his own thighs tighten and his veins pulse. That smirking face of hers... oh, he'd punch it if he weren't such a nice person.
She wasn't just taunting him with her face, however. Her hard nipples seemed to stare at him, clearly visible through her costume atop her heaving chest, and her whole body felt like it was calling to him. He found himself blushing even harder, his violent resolve dissipating when he realized how the situation had suddenly reversed; everyone was expecting him
to make the next move. The crowd's hooting seemed to be a formless cacophony, egging him on, taunting him, goading him to stick it in.
His mouth fumbled, grumbling and sputtering, but he couldn't find the words. Instead, he just shook his head and wrapped his legs around her soft abdomen, deciding to try for a body-lock. He squeezed with all the tension he could muster, his whole body shaking and veins bulging and trails of sweat running down his bare chest. The crowd all seemed to lean forth at once. Was he unleashing his secret weapon?
"Ooooohhhhhhh, not there, Robin!" she cooed, squirming under his strength! Her body felt like it had solid rock beneath that plush, and he felt like his thighs would bruise before-
"Nah, just kiddin'!"
Komachi's legs shot up before slamming down on the mat, shocking him with the sound alone. Then, steeling her arms and legs as she braced them against the mat, she thrust her body upwards like a wild horse. This sudden roller-coaster ride sent the young man went tumbling forward, only barely able to keep his grip on her. A faceplant would have been too dignified. Twisting her body to the right and using Robin's flimsy grip against him, Komachi sent him crashing sideways onto the mat.
Wrapping her arms around Robin and securing him tightly, she shoved across the ground, his weight still keeping her bent forward. Robin groaned as his back was dragged against the mat, until she lifted him up in an impressive display of strength. It was clear now that his leg-lock wasn't accomplishing a thing, but he could only squeeze harder for dear life as she fell forwards, flattening him under her to the roars of the crowd!
"Ugh! Just... how did you..."
The diva wordlessly grabbed his shoulder, pulling herself forward. She then clenched everything from her chest to her legs and grinded
hard across him, shaking his body like a windswept tree. His body locked up under the intense and voluptuous friction, leaving him helpless for a silencing kiss.
Even her tongue was overwhelming, pushing right into his mouth with a torrent of sweet saliva. His words turned into muffled grunts as she continued her grinding, treating his limp body like a washboard as she rubbing her mighty form back and forth. At the same time, she trailed her warm fingers all over his sides and along his arms, spreading arousal like fire over his skin. He sighed pathetically into her mouth with every caress, and his eyes grew soft under Komachi's controlling gaze.
Komachi finally broke the kiss, sliding a tongue across his lips one last time before sitting up and throwing back her hair. Her signature twintails had gotten a bit loose after all that action, a fact that seemed to displease her. Not only that, but her breasts had finally spilled out of that skimpy costume as well; they now rested comfortably on top of Robin's chest, her bare nipples sharp like icicles against his bare skin.
"Were you really wrestling me?" he panted, his voice barely audible before she leaned back onto him with more force than ever. All that came out was a pained groan, Komachi's prized assets slowly caving in his chest. This time, her nipples felt as hot as a burning sun, stakes of searing pleasure attached to globes of great, pacifying warmth.
The instincts of a terrified animal returned, and Robin's legs finally released their grip. Komachi only trapped his legs under her own before grabbing his wrists as well. Now buried completely under his mountain of an opponent, Robin couldn't move a single muscle as she pressed and grinded relentlessly. He twisted and struggled with all his might, desperately hoping to somehow salvage the match, but it came to naught in the face of Komachi's unbearable weight and smothering curves. In minutes, he'd worn himself out completely, and resigned himself to his fate.
His powerlessness was intoxicating to the shinigami, now that every inch of his body was in perfect symmetry with her own; he was her own little mattress, meek and helpless... but no, she wasn't going to let it end so easily. After all, the crowd had asked for more than a mere squash match.