Refresher Course

Bubbles looked on, trying to be patient in all of this, but it was no simple task on her end. Not with her wife and Haruka wearing those tight outfits, not with them rubbing against each other, not with their bodies so close and her able to just reach out and touch them if she wanted. She could surge in, scoop them both up, and start going at it - her wife would object, but she knew how to make her simmer down, nice and quick.

For now, though, she could be a good girl. She could hold back. She stayed away, off to the side, gripping the ropes tights as Mariah and Haruka fought for position, doing little more than flashing a shark’s grin towards the pinkette every now and then. Keep that fear in her heart.

Mariah and Haruka went, crashing on their sides. It wasn’t the way that she wanted to be with the pinkette, but she could work with this. The initiative was still on her side, here. Nothing that couldn’t be worked with.

She gave Haruka a hard shove in the chest, then reached over and wrapped her around her opponent’s seizing the mighty, muscled limb under her arm. Keeping it tight and secure, she pulled back on the form while she pressed up on the elbow, applying some pressure - not enough to break anything or come close, but an attempt at keeping her buxom foe under control while she worked on the next stage.

It wasn’t much, considering she lost her balance, but Haruka managed to avoid being caught on her back. This was a pin match, albeit a tweaked version of the ubiquitous stipulation, and she kept in mind to avoid being in that position. To be fair, she should have expected Mariah wasn’t gonna go for something like a test of strength. It wouldn’t have gotten her anywhere, other than being pushed into a corner. If only that could count as a pin. Ah well, perhaps Bubbles would be into that added rule.

But while Bubbles remained where she was and restrained herself from jumping in, Mariah kept moving, even when she’s on her side. Feeling her buxom chest being pushed, breaking away from the lock-up that they had not long before. Her hands were left grasping, the pinkette left wanting for more. Limbs would eventually reunite with hers, and skin can press on the skin once more.

Well, that is, one of her limbs.

“Eep!” Haruka felt that arm being brought towards Mariah as she grasped onto the muscled limp, feeling her toned abs with her tricep. Although not much to make her submit, Haruka felt the pressure enough to feel discomfort. Her other hand grasped underneath Mariah’s leg, right on the hamstring, attempting to push it off her chest. Considering submissions don’t count to this, Haruka could at least try to brute force her way out.

Submissions might not have counted, but that didn’t mean this wasn’t a good idea for Mariah to try it out. Back in the day, she’d always liked to start out with a good, basic submission hold as soon as possible in the match. Her opponents rarely saw it coming, expecting that sort of thing to happen after the starting phases instead of during it. In her experience, it was a good way to start swinging things in her favor, making them go through the match with an aching limb.

And there were other uses…

She applied the minimum amount of pressure needed to keep Haruka under control, which turned out to be quite a bit more than most would’ve needed, her opponent showing no small amount of upper body strength, enough to make it a true struggle. She might have even slipped free, but Mariah had an idea on keeping her pacified.

”Settle, settle.” Mariah ran her foot over Haruka’s nearest breast, massaging it with her sole, caressing it from side to side and pinching the nipple between her toes. She started slow for now, gauging reactions, but she was willing to pick it up in a heartbeat if Haruka complied.

Bubbles, meanwhile, leaned in closer, taking special interest in the grip Haruka had on Mariah’s hamstring. ”You know, you could slap her ass from that position. Got your arm in a great place for it.” She whistled and leaned to the side for a better view. ”Just saying.”

Haruka mostly blamed herself for getting caught this early. Despite submissions not counting to win this ‘match’, it doesn’t mean they were banned from being used at all. And it was to be expected that the pinkette would be stronger than Mariah, the blonde having to think of other ways to counter that disadvantage. Taking one of her arms was one way to do it. Not that Haruka was willing to powerbomb Bubble’s wife through the canvas.

However, there was still a chance for her. Perhaps this was still early in the match, or Mariah knowing that a hold like that wouldn’t win the game, she wasn’t going all out on this. No doubt the blonde could still. So Haruka would scramble, attempting to relieve the strain on her joints. Her muscles flexed on Mariah, tricep muscles would be bulging onto her crotch. Her hands gripped one of Mariah’s legs, working to push it away from her chest. Getting onto one knee, the pinkette was making progress.

"What th-"

Until it, all got halted. A brief moment where Haruka’s body froze, and before she knew it, a moan escaped her throat. She looked down to see Mariah’s foot grazing along with the well-endowed breast. Strong as she may be, nymphomaniac levels of arousement is hard to work on.

The more things change, the more things stayed the same.

“Nhhnn…” And she probably would have stayed in this erotic paralysis if Bubbles haven’t leaned in to give a bit of advice. Well, it probably was more of a request, but she remembered that the other hand is still on that hamstring. This is where Haruka has gotten the idea to do one better.

With Mariah’s leg focused on Haruka’s chest, the Pink Behemoth sought to lean in more of her weight from above. Seemingly to roll Mariah up, all the while Haruka’s hand left the muscular hamstring and taking up on Bubbles advice, giving one of Mariah’s cheeks a nice smack before letting her fingers knead on those glutes. While this was indeed fun to do, this had a hidden purpose that she hoped Mariah wouldn’t notice quickly.

Haruka would be pinning Mariah's shoulders down for the pin.

It had been a good while since Mariah used this foot trick. She used to bust it out on Bubbles all the time when they were ‘training’, but she probably overplayed it a bit, seeing as her wife grew tired of it over time. It was tame by the standards of their current escapades, and she hadn’t come back to it.

Good to see she still had the old magic. Hadn’t lost a step. She was certain Haruka would agree.

”Oh, look at that.” Mariah cooed as her stroking put a pause on her opponent’s escape attempt, giggling from below. ”Someone’s enjoying themselves, aren’t they? Don’t tell me Lucky isn’t giving your tits the proper attention. I could give her a few tips…”

It was a good position, or so Mariah thought, until the younger wrestler snapped back to reality and redoubled her efforts. Leaning in hard now, taking on more weight, she tried to adjust herself, but came up lacking - and no, having that hand smacking her ass didn’t help, making her yelp and ruining her concentration.

What was more, it placed Mariah’s shoulders on the mat in a tight pin, and she wasn’t so swept up in the groping hand on her ass that she missed it. Her wife, however, seemed more intent on staring at her butt than doing her job, shifting from side to side with a gleaming smile as she looked on.

”Bubbles.” She squeezed out the words as best she could while being folded up like a taco. ”She’s pinning me.”

The Virgin Killer snapped up, confused, before the realization smacked her in the face. She dropped down and started up the count, winding up her arm for a hard slap on the mat. ”1…!”

Mariah kicked out right after that, twisting around and pushing Haruka off hard with her feet. She scrambled back and rose to her feet as fast as she could, wanting to get back to a ready position before her foe could catch her.

Haruka was lucky Mariah didn’t press for the advantage with the opening she was given to her. Though most likely in different circumstances, she would have been in massive trouble already. Try as she might build her body like a marble sculpture, sensitivity was still somewhat of an issue. Pre-transformation Haruka would have still been seized in pleasure, even with Bubble’sguidence’. The pleasure would have been too much to handle, and she didn’t have the strong willpower to fight through the waves of pleasure.

Not that it wouldn’t have been a bad thing, though. The foot techniques were not so commonplace when she was in her old sex fight society and Sakura. So it was considered a rarity for the pinkette that she could at least enjoy. Evident by the nipple reacting to the touch with a shot of electricity coursing through her body. Still, there were much more outlandish ways to get pleasure; Haruka knew that much.

The Rose Behemoth would turn things around with a short burst of power, with a bit of spanking to boot. The sudden outburst of strength was more than the blonde could handle and ended up folded up. Not so much that Mariah was folded like an omelette. But at least those toes won’t cause much of an issue anymore.

“1…”

Haruka returned the favour, letting those fingers knead into the glute muscle, almost like a massage in a way. Letting the tips of the fingers press into the soft skin, feeling it tense up to her touch. Some were into having those cheeks being played with; perhaps Mariah would be one of them.

“…2...”

Haruka stared into the eyes of Mariah, blue crystals meeting with each other, locked into her gaze. Seeing her up close like that reminded Haruka just how beautiful she looked. Of course, the pinkette is committed to Sakura, but she could see why Bubbles made Mariah her wife. Even if they were marred by the strain, she was put on being enveloped like this. And those lips were quite close too. Perhaps…

“3........?”

…Wait, isn’t there supposed to be a count?

It seemed Mariah knew as such as even she called that there was a pin attempt. Apparently, Bubbles was so enamoured with the action that she has forgotten she had a role in this match. Not as a spectator, but a referee. It took a bit of time before the realization hit her, and the Virgin Killer would only then begin the count.

“1…!” Oh, come on, Bubbles.

Mariah kicked out right after that, the pinkette bucked off. Haruka rolled onto her hands and knees as she saw Mariah scrambling to her feet. Rather than leaving her be, Haruka raced towards Mariah, hoping to catch her just as she turned around towards her as the pinkette sought to wrap her arms around Mariah’s legs for a double leg takedown.

Mariah had to say, she almost wished she could stay in Haruka’s pin a little longer. So many women would’ve passed up the opportunity a moment like this, only being content to fold her up and get her shoulders on the mat. They didn’t see the possibilities - yes, a pin only lasted three seconds, tops, but that could be an eternity in a match. Time for so many fun things to happen. For fingers to slip in places they wouldn’t often go. For groping, massaging, fondling. For a quick, hot kiss…

Haruka saw those possibilities, and she had to commend the younger wrestler for it. It was a shame they couldn’t enjoy the moment longer, but she didn’t fret over it - there would be other chances. Steamier ones. Better ones. They were still deep in the foreplay stage of this.

For now, her thoughts were more on survival than anything else, getting some distance. She could’ve kicked out of that pin attempt earlier, only bothered when Bubbles kicked off the official count, but there was no guarantee that she’d have a second chance like that. Her wife wouldn’t make that mistake again. Had to get a little serious.

Haruka wasn’t going to slip up. She came in low this time, cutting Mariah off before she could fully rise, and scooped her up for a double leg takedown. A simple move, but effective, taking her clean off her feet and dumping her flat on her back, with Haruka on top. Not what she wanted. Not at all.

Knowing the position she was in, Mariah reached out and tried to wrap her arm around Haruka’s head, looking to capture her with a tight headlock and shut down whatever her next move would be.

Haruka wasn’t going to be mad about it; there isn’t so much on the line that she would call out on Bubbles’s supposed ‘collusion’. She had a feeling something like this was going to happen, but the pinkette wouldn’t let that small trifle bother her. This was fun as it is, and Haruka could imagine Bubbles was enjoying the show.

Besides, the pin did give her something to enjoy. And to leave Mariah pondering of what could have been. The blonde’s butt felt lovely to the touch, and the pinkette wished she could have kissed her again. They were just there, ripe and ready for the taking. But there will be other chances. Mariah was happy to leave that door open for opportunities.

Rather than getting to her two feet, Haruka worked to catch the manager in her clutches once more. It would have been a waste of time, and charging in low would yield better fruits. It’s something Sakura would do. Letting those large arms wrap around the lower body, the pinkette brought Mariah down onto her back. Now being the one to get her on the ground, Haruka has gotten Mariah just where she wants her.

But for what she had in mind, Mariah wasn’t going to simply let Haruka have her way. An arm reached out, and once she felt it on the back of her neck, Haruka tucked her chin to her chest. Haruka focused more on getting her legs on either side of Mariah’s hips, advancing just a bit more. Meanwhile, Haruka’s head moves to evade the arm, getting close to those breasts of Mariah’s…

Mm. This was a rare thing.

Not that rolling around with a sexy woman, that was a common occurrence for her. What was a little new was having such a young, strong woman on top of her. When she and Bubbles had a taste for vanilla, was typically on the top while her wife - hulking, strong, powerful - took the bottom. It just worked better, for the sake of mechanics, and for the integrity of their bed. It was hard enough to find one that could stand up to her pounding, they didn’t need to push their luck.

So it was tempting - far too tempting - to just let Hakura have her way with her, let her keep her down and do all the things she wanted. Maybe Bubbles dam would break, she would join in, and they’d make a tasty sandwich together. That was always on the table.

But…

She tried to get a good grip on Haruka’s head, but the woman was smart, wily, careful - it wasn’t happening, and she could tell it would be a waste of time to try, especially with the position her opponent was working up to. But there were other options. More fun ones. ”If you don’t like my arm, try my chest.”

She abandoned the headlock attempt all at once and wrapped both of her arms around her opponent’s neck, pulling her down and trying to force her face between the cleavage. She couldn’t say her bust was as well-made for this as her wife’s - few were - but she was willing to bet it would do a decent job, at least enough to leave her foe winded.

This was indeed rare.

By no means would Haruka consider herself to be aggressive. With how meek and timid she had been due to her sheltered life, the pinkette couldn’t have ever thought that she would take charge. At least, disregarding the part of sex. It took many years to realise she had so much strength inside her, just lying dormant for too long. The many…many times she wrestled in bed with her girlfriend, how Haruka would take control just as often as Lucky would. Sometimes her strength would be evident once the passion was flared up enough. Which had caused many occasions where she kept Lucky pinned and buried underneath her.

Perhaps not as heavy as Bubbles, but at that time, Haruka still had might within her.

Such might that Mariah was pretty much being hounded by the behemoth. A bed frame wouldn’t have been able to take the amount of action those two were getting into. But a ring canvas…that was different. It felt like those times in her bed, Haruka moved on top and Mariah scrambling to shut down whatever ideas she has in mind. The pinkette was smart enough to at least evade the arm trying to lock her down, turning her head this way and that. With Sakura’s help, she has been getting better in terms of the ground game. She understood her positioning a lot better than before, and she was strong enough to just advance and have her way with the blonde.

Who knew sex could teach her so much?

In her advance, Haruka focused on evading the arm and positioning her legs that she almost missed out on one particular fact: her head was right above those luscious valleys. Contained in that tube top, it was meant to be one specific part she’d passed by and enjoy the view. Except that didn’t happen. Haruka was brought in to stay.

"Mmmmffpph!"

Her face would be pressed downwards, right between the breasts. They weren’t as big as some women, even Bubbles, but they were more than enough to be in the smothering range. It wasn’t a bad place to be; Haruka could think of a few. But it stopped her charge and caused her to focus on prying her face away from those breasts, her hands pressing on either side of Mariah’s chest…

…That and slightly shaking her head to motorboat the breasts a bit.