Marla vs Michelle(completed)

"Whyaaa!" Marla would yelp, stumbling past where Michelle had just been, carried by the weight of her breasts. She looked around quickly, desperate to find her elusive foe but finding nothing. "Hmph... I knew some beings could turn invisible... but bovinian royalty are not just some shirt-stuffed layabouts!" she proudly declared.

She'd lift her top off, freeing her bulbous melons to hang from her chest. She'd toss aside her top take hold of her nipples, aiming them slightly down and giving off some modest squirts towards the mat around her. She'd form a crude circle of it around her, perhaps 6 inches wide at most. She smiled at her own ingenuity, readying herself in a loose martial arts-like fighting stance and circling slowly, watching and listening for any sign of Michelle stepping on the milk.

"There is a little thing you should know." A mysterious voice came out of nowhere. " I do not become invisible. I just disappear." And after that,Michelle revealed herself,standing right behind of her opponent and leaning on her,attempting to bite her neck. Maybe it was a little soon,but it may helps her to weaken Marla.

Marla gasped and turned to try and grab her, actually connecting with her sideways swinging breasts before she could manage it.

However, odds were she was too slow to react to her mysterious enemy. She cried out as the fangs sunk into her tender flesh, the surprise of the sharp pain stunning it. She realized it was just as well, since struggling would likely just worsen the injury and the bloodflow, so she kept her body still in her position. She'd reach back and take Michelle by the hair, attempting to pull her back from her oral attack before she could become too involved. If she couldn't manage that, she'd hold the hair anyway and step forcefully backward, attempting to push Michelle into the shallow milk and make her slip on it.

Michelle had no option left but to let her opponent go after a while. Marla's strugglings started to become annoying,and Michelle only stepped back,pulling her fangs out of her opponent's neck. She showed her bloody teeth to the crowd and then looked back at Marla.

"Delicious..."

Marla hissed and held her wound tightly, fingers predictably coming back bloody. It was more sore than painful if untouched, but she knew it wouldn't be without affect. "Scoundrel," she spat, scowling and wiping the bit of blood off on her chest. "You want something to eat, you'd only have to ask."

She'd lift her breasts up in what seemed like a mocking motion, but pressed her thumbs and fingers down on her nipples. The result would be a quick spurt of milk firing swiftly at her opponent with the force of a paintball, firing off several bursts while staying ready to free her hands in case of a counterattack.

Michelle was barely able to dodge the first and second shot. But Marla's milk bullets were just too fast for her to keep dodging. The rest of the hits would connect directly to her chest and gut,making her scream with each hit. She didnt even imagine that her opponent's milk could be used in such a powerful way.

"Ungh! Agh! "

After a few seconds of spattering Michelle with her milky projectiles, Marla would hurl herself at the vampiress, looking to tackle her to the mat while she was distracted and pin her arms down with her hands. If she could manage it, she lean in and squash her enormous breasts into her face, hoping to drain some air from the little woman early in the fight.

Michelle was too busy whinning when her opponent rushed toward her. She fell backwards and hit the mat strongly,her ending up beneath Marla's huge breasts. And,to make it worse,her opponent leaned down on her. Michelle's face was completely buried between her opponent's enormous breasts,while her arms are pinned down above her head. She could do anything now,but if Marla doesnt release her,she would be force to bite her breasts.

Marla would lean the pressure on tight to Michelle, pleased with her dominance before she felt her fangs scrape over her breasts. She'd yelp and jolt back before they could penetrate, her tit flesh escaping fairly unscathed for being tough as leather compared to the rest of her body. The jolt made her shoulder ache a bit, but she set it aside.

She fretted a bit on how she'd best an enemy with a mouthful of sharp teeth if her favored method involved feeding them. To save a bit of face at the flash of worry, she tilted her head up with an air of false arrogance.
"Perhaps my lovely udders are just too good for you. After all, they do say 'save the breast for last," she said. The slight giggling fit may have deluded it some, though. She was a sucker for a good pun, and worse for a breast one.

It would give Michelle a moment to recover, but she needed to regain her wits. If the vampiress didn't make a move for her, she would move in to circle her younger foe. Given the opening, she would try to leap in and grab her in a headlock.

Michelle rolled over onto her belly and slowly started to stand up,gasping for air. Her face has already turned dark red after that breast smothering that she barely was able to escape from. But it was relieving to know that now she had a strategy to escape from that kind of moves in the future. Once up,and if Marla allows her,she will rush toward her opponent really fast and try to tackle her to the mat.