Trista-Ayane vs Okami-Ataru (finished)

Okami felt now very embarassed at the idea of going at the coed showers under their power, having to shower them because of his disastrous defeat, so he would try to sneak out of the situation:

"H-Heh..c-come on girls... t-that was only a joke... dinner invitation stays of course but... washing you? hey...", with that he would stand up and try to nonchalantly sneak away, a quite ingenuous attempt, since the girls were not likely to let him go that easy without keeping his promise.

"Nice try... but a deal is a deal, lets go Trista!" Ayane yelled as she went off one set of ropes, Trista going to the one across from that, Trista now in front of him and Ayane behind him. Ayane would go for a chop block, diving at his legs while Trista would go for a hard-hitting closeline, having him fall to the ground...hard. Trista would then pick him up by his arms and Ayane by his legs "C'mon, lets go wash up!"

"UNGHHH..!!!!" D-Darns.....", Okami would remain onto the mats winching feebly in pain, still somehow conscious but totally stunned and helpless. All they were left to do now was to give him no chances and have him pass out, making sure that he would stop resisting.

Ayane and Trista seemed upset that Okami was still resisting, but then they thought of something, they got him to his knees and hugged his face between their breasts, making sure that he had little air.

"M-Mrfff...", The girls could enjoy Okami's muffled voice as he was sandwitched in their double smothering hug . The warm, tight confines of their breasts surrounded his head cutting off his air completely as they could feel and hear him whimpering and squirming ever more slowly. Having him secure in their hold, Trista and Ayane had just to wait until his weakening struggles would stop completely.

Both Ayane and Trista had started to do the same thing, thinking like a unit, both of them rubbing their breasts against Okami's face, trapping him even deeper into their "fluffy pillows".

Trista and Ayane's coordinated movements would add a teasingly hypnotic detail to their exotic finisher, rolling and bouncing his head slowly until he gave into their embrace, his fading consciousness feeling so embarassed for being so helplessly rocked like a baby in their holds.

To their joy, Okam's arms would drop limply by his sides as their cute prey went sleepy, and they could do everything they wanted with him now, keeping him soothed into sleep between the warm pillows of their breasts as long as they pleased.

"Alright, let's go Ayane!" Trista said, grabbing Okami's arms, and Ayane grabbing his legs, playing with his crotch a little, "We are going to have a lot of fun, aren't we Trista?" "Yes Ayane, he is going to clean us, and then we get a free meal!"

Okami was out cold as they picked him up, lifeless in their clutch except for a meek whimper he let out when Ayane played with his crotch.

Winners: Trista/Ayane - 2-0 via double pinfall

((OOC: Going to start the new topic in the coed showers))