Fallon vs. Kyoko II: Girlfriends Belly Brawl

Fallon remained still and didn't try to fight against Kyoko's victory lap, even though technically their match wasn't over. Like punching Kyoko after she had gone down, trying to continue the match now would be disrespectful to the unstated rules of their fight-within-a-fight, which Kyoko had won fair and square, as much as Fallon was feeling bitter about that right now. "Uuurgh! Ffunh! Aaagh..."

She was gasping and bright red in the face as Kyoko finally stopped punching her and nuzzled against her, which usually felt good, but which did get Fallon to make a petulant little snarl like an angry puppy. She was laid down on her back, and even if she wanted to, she couldn't have moved quickly enough to get out of the way as she watched the bleary figure of her purple-haired girlfriend getting up on her wobbly legs, lining up, leaping...and then coming down hard on Fallon's belly with her own. An impact like that had to hurt Kyoko almost as much as Fallon, but with those extra punches she had taken her abs not only failed to protect her from the impact as their softened bellies smashed and molded together, but allowed her lungs to be completely emptied, leaving her right on the verge of blacking out, mouth open and eyes unfocused and rolling up in her head.

"Uuunnnnnnn..."

Kyoko's body slam put her in the right spot for a pin right after the drop, in the match with Nat Fallon did this and then sat on her face before punching her belly until Nat tapped out, but Kyoko had no reason to go that far. This put her in the perfect spot for the pin and Kyoko knew after that slam that Fallon wasn't going to be getting up. The Belly Queen had her right where she wanted her, and laid on top of Fallon to keep the count going until the brunette was done.

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

The pin was counted, leaving nothing but the 10 count to decide the match, but Kyoko was sure that was pointless in Fallon's current state she got off her girlfriend to allow the count to start, taking a seat right next to her since she was too tired to stand up after that drop. Instead she just looked at Fallon with bedroom eyes and waited to see if she could get up or if she would even try.

Fallon was going to do this same thing to Kyoko the next time that they fought, and she was absolutely going to sit on Kyoko's face after she did. Kyoko had done it to her before, after all—more for sensual purposes than for humiliation purposes, of course, but it was something which Fallon felt that she had never properly paid her girlfriend back for.

She wasn't able to hear the counting over the ringing in her ears as she drifted on the edge of consciousness, and could barely even feel Kyoko's softened belly rubbing and molding against her own broken one. She was only vaguely aware of the ten-count, the last element of the fight before the final bell rung, after it was half over, and she shook her head tiredly, her fingers and toes curling against the canvas. She rolled slightly over on her side, winced as her belly protested any movement, and managed to glance up at Kyoko as her eyelids fluttered. She wasn't going to be able to get up. She had moved as far as she could for the time being.

She was absolutely going to get Kyoko back as soon as she possibly could. In private, possibly within the next few days; and maybe in a public match in a few weeks or months. She already had ideas on what she could do...

The 10 count was slow and fast at the same time. Leaving the Belly Queen to enjoy the sight of her girlfriend in this state and surprisingly she stayed awake the entire time when Kyoko was sure that she might pass out. When the bell rung and Kyoko was declared the winner she leaned in and planted another kiss on Fallon's lips before letting the ref help her up and raise her hand declaring her the winner of this belly battle. The perfect way to win, well almost. Kyoko had one more thing to do to make it perfect. She reached down and put her hands under Fallon's rear and shoulder and tried to lift her up. It was slow and clumsy because she was hurting like hell but soon she had Fallon in an almost bridal carry style.

"Come on, no else is worthy of carrying you out of here." Kyoko said doing so while keeping her close. She wanted to kiss her again but leaning in might risk her falling over. "Now would be a good time to propose, but too many people are here. And something like that shouldn't be public. Don't worry though it won't be much longer now." Kyoko muttered unsure if Fallon heard her or not but still taking her out with the crowd watching them leave.

Kyoko always got amorous at the end of a fight, which was very convenient when Fallon won and at least enjoyable compensation when she lost. Kyoko leaned in and kissed her again, and Fallon would kiss her back, though she let out a huff in her girlfriend's mouth just before the referee girl pulled her up and raised her hand to signify her victory.

After that, Fallon knew what Kyoko was going to try to do. Like the whole blushing thing, carrying Fallon was another kinky thing which Kyoko loved to do, and if she was being honest Fallon had been intending to do the exact same thing to Kyoko when she won. It was clumsy and slow, taking Kyoko several attempts and a lot of slow maneuvering to actually get her feet underneath her when she was holding up the combined weight of two women.

Kyoko was talking, too, barely loud enough for Fallon to hear, though Kyoko was maybe a little bit less discreet than she thought she was with all of the exhaustion she was feeling. "Uh huh..." Fallon let the ghost of a smirk cross her face. She didn't catch every word, but she caught enough. Kyoko was right that it wouldn't be long—but she might be surprised by Fallon's plans in that regard...

Winner: Kyoko