The Belly Olympics: Day One

"Uh huh, sure," Fallon scoffed. "If we're being, y'know, realistic here, I think we both know that even if you can tire me out first, which is very iffy, by the time that happens we'll have torn through our entire combined wardrobe." Yes, Kyoko was occasionally capable of beating her, but their matches were always going to be decided by a razor-thin margin, and if the goal was to rip clothes off of her girlfriend... "So I will still get what I want. Which is naked Kyoko."

Both of them were starting to let their attention stray back to the fight, though. Janet and Chelsea were already riveted on it. The brunette had been working her way over to the judge's seats to make a comment to the redhead, but now found that she did not have time to do that. She wasn't going to break their concentration, nor was she going to shirk her duties as a referee when the outcome could be decided in the next few minutes.

It was clear to Odessa that Amy had gotten her message, and the blonde seemed to be enjoying herself in spite of what had to be excruciating pain radiating from those flagging abs. The squeeze got results, though it was not the complete collapse of Amy's abdomen that Odessa had hoped for. It did, however, reveal some finer detail of the weak spots on that belly, allowing Odessa to adjust her grip, twisting her fingers slightly, curling them a little to penetrate deeper into those parts of Amy's muscle which seemed to have quivered the most.

And, while she did that, Odessa couldn't help but respond to that adorable faux-roar. She leaned in to push their foreheads and noses together, then put her lips right against Amy's for what was not quite a kiss. "Grrr," she growled, her lips pressing and vibrating directly against Amy's.

Odessa was clearly aching from the clawing that was going on, and for some other things that only Amy could provide. Mainly while the clawing continued to gnaw at both of them Odessa matched her roar with a slight growl looking her in the eyes and pressing her lips as close as possible so she could feel it as well as hear it. It looked painfully intimate, the kind of thing that would normally make Amy gag. In the heat of battle it was far more acceptable to the Lion, who decided that she'd remove any separation herself if Odessa would hesitate to avoid troubling her. She growled herself while squeezing her hand again and then letting her lips capture the rest locking in a kiss. For a moment she looked over at Chelsea knowing that she might get a kick out of this given how much of a fan of the model she was.

"I don't know about that, you won't be changing after all and you have a big wardbrobe, I think I could make the fight end before we got through all of your clothes without mine being touched and then I could enjoy personal....What is Amy doing?" Kyoko asked, trailing off her talk when her eyes briefly looked over to the contest to see Amy closing the gap. Considering it was Amy she had no idea what was happening or why she did that. Equally shocked was her best friend Chelsea who looked flabbergasted and almost felt her face turning red.

It was the second time that Odessa had gotten Amy to kiss her today. She saw that as a success in and of itself. But if that was the only success she had today, she would be extremely disappointed. She wanted to befriend Amy, but she wanted to do it while also crushing the woman's abdomen.

So Odessa squeezed Amy's abs again, and felt the blonde doing the same to her. And they were locked in the most intense position of their contest yet, what could have been a single instant dragging out to several seconds, both of them exerting crushing power on the other's belly while their lips locked and they growled, loudly and primally, into each other's mouths. Odessa's whole body shuddered, but she kept her abs flexed, burning through energy but knowing how close Amy was to collapse.

"You're making, like, a lot of assumptions about my strategy and—oh, wow." Fallon and Kyoko were still arguing, and were practically talking over each other when the sight of the amazons kissing brought their conversation to a screeching halt. Fallon didn't know Amy very well, and had only met Odessa a few times, but she knew from Kyoko's many complaints about the blonde that this was unusual. Janet figured as much, too—but she enjoyed seeing just how red Chelsea's face was.

The lips remained connected, leaving the two of them to growl and moan into each other's lips while the clawing continued and their arms were digging into each other's skin. The kiss did nothing to make them lighten up and only seemed to keep them closer and make them trying to pry into each other even harder. Amy's hand would dig down deep and twist into another turn against her skin feeling itself find a spot even deeper into the Brit's abdomen while she let out a confident growl against her lips, making sure she felt the warmth there to satisfy her before she clawed her into submission.

Chelsea was the reddest of the spectators, since Kyoko and Fallon were more shocked and Janet didn't really know either of them that well to feel like she was interrupting something. Chelsea got even redder when she saw Janet look at her, unsure if it was good or bad that Janet saw her blushing. The last thing she wanted her to think was that she was more interested in Amy or Odessa when she was on her mind the most.

Odessa was enjoying the primal sensation of growling back and forth with Amy into each other's mouths. She had figured the blonde couldn't resist the opportunity to let out her inner animal. Odessa had another motive in luring her opponent into the kiss, of course: she could much more easily sense the minute changes in the tone and timber of Amy's growls. Her goal was to transform them into cute little kitty-cat mewls of agony.

She kept digging her fingertips deeper, twisting them like corkscrews into the soon-to-be soft cork of Amy's tummy. She was trying to maul the abdominal muscle by turning it against its "grain," exhausting it faster than if she went straight in. She was close, too. She could feel it. She growled confidently back at Amy as she felt the blonde's lips vibrate, then sucked in Amy-scented air through her nostrils to steel her own belly against her opponent's assault. Amy was good, and Odessa's belly was trembling a bit, but she had no doubt how this would end. She could taste the desperation on Amy's lips.

Fallon and Kyoko were riveted by the competition, and Janet would slowly circle around to stand next to the judge's table, keeping herself just in front of and to the right of Chelsea, not obstructing her view, but standing ready to jump in if one of the duelists broke down and had to surrender. She wasn't sure if the other would even register when it was time to show some mercy.

The primal struggle of two big cats was continuing without pause, the intensity between them only grew now that they were kissing. For Amy this kept her close to hear any sweet sounds of surrender but also put them permanently face to face, even if they weren't staring directly at each other she now had them locked in a staredown that they couldn't break away from. Exactly how Amy wanted while she corked her fingers in deep and twisted them wherever she could get more sounds out of Odessa. The pain grew from Odessa's own clawing but the way she could feel Odessa's lips quiver told her that she was fighting back a lot of pain. Amy almost raised an eye in curiosity before she would push her hand deep and squeeze prepared to get something out of the brit then and there.

Chelsea could see that the couple beside them were now focused on the battle in front of them, she was too but she quickly looked over at Janet who had moved closer to her. She wondered if that was a good sign or not, and hoped that it was. Surely Janet did want to spend time together and since the combat no longer seemed to need her she liked being around the redhead. "As someone who loves kissing yourself have you ever done something like that?" Chelsea asked, testing her theory and seeing if Janet didn't mind chatting while getting more of a chance to talk with her.

Odessa did love a good staredown. Eye contact in most animals, big jungle cats included, was a sign of aggression, an assertion of dominance. Her style of intimacy was raw and aggressive, ultimately good-spirited but absolutely competitive. She hoped that Amy understood that a little bit better now; and she hoped that the blonde wouldn't take it too hard when she lost this competition.

Odessa watched the emotions and thoughts flash across Amy's face, given away by the quiver in her lips and the wrinkles around her eyes. The woman was in a great deal of pain right now, and Odessa would ruthlessly encourage it, gathering up all of that abdominal muscle between her fingers and squeezing down as hard as she could. At the same time, she felt Amy squeezing her back, and Odessa's eyes widened a little bit as she let out a loud, angry snarl right in Amy's mouth, letting the pain drive her own strength as she tried to shatter those abs in her own hands.

Janet was still ready, as the referee, to intervene at a moment's notice. She took her job very seriously, mostly because she wanted to make this as spectacular as Chelsea had imagined it. When the redhead asked her about doing something like Odessa and Amy were doing, she took a careful step back and half-sat on the table in front of Chelsea, leaning back to rest her rear end against its lip.

"I feel like I remember being in a whole kissing-themed boxing match one time..." Janet said with a coy smile. "Does that count?"

The Lion was attacking the White tiger with full intent to carve up her stomach and break her down. She could see the look in Odessa's eyes that remained confident that she could break her, which Amy loved to see since that meant she could show her up and when she pushed in for the attack she finally saw a moment of shock in Odessa's eyes, and the moaning in her lips telling her that it hurt. Amy's eyes grew wide too and she smiled, it only lasted a moment but she saw it...The fear was returning. It faded quickly when Odessa denied it and rallied her competitive fury but it was there. For a second Odessa doubted herself, she was one step closer to winning. Her own smile faded when Odessa attacked, clearly determined by that attack that it was time to end this and hitting Amy hard enough to make the Lion growl in primal pain. She felt the pain grow and her mind went into attack mode, being challenged like this drove her to fight like the Apex predator she was and she kinda loved it.

Janet started to get comfortable against the desk which Chelsea took as another good sign, along with her mentioning the boxing match where they met. At least Janet wasn't bothered by her talking so Chelsea kept talking. "It might, did it have any good belly action? And was the girl you fought a good kisser?" Chelsea asked teasingly, putting her hands on the desk.

Amy was working hard to keep her pain in check and remain composed, but the blonde's willpower was obviously starting to falter. She had been smiling through their kiss, trying to keep up her tough and unaffected front, but she couldn't do that when Odessa's claw finally started to collapse those abs. She felt her fingers sinking in deeper and deeper now, Amy's abs still offering resistance, though it was fading fast as the talons twisted in deeper. Odessa growled loudly from deep in her throat, the sound half in pain of her own and half a threat to Amy if the blonde didn't give up soon. Odessa was not going to stop squeezing now until she heard Amy scream.

With her butt propped up on the table, Janet kept her body oriented towards the battling amazons but glanced over her shoulder as she talked with Chelsea. "She was a very good kisser, and she had a very nice belly, too. But she had a little bit of a glass jaw. It was another decisive victory for the ol' Lady Lakota, you know."

The Lion was done making threats, by this point the two of them had their teeth into each other. The only thing that could call it off now was breaking Odessa completely or forcing the White Tiger to finally yield and since it seemed impossible to make her do that until she knew she was beaten she focused only on causing the first outcome and seeing if the second came up. Her hand clawed in deep and took a chunk of meat into her hands, twisting it while pressing deep into the nerves of Odessa's belly, feeling the pain increase from getting some of the same from Odessa but remaining confident that even with that growing pain she was going to win, and pushed into Odessa with a glare in her eyes that warned the White Tiger of what was coming if she wasn't giving up soon.

Chelsea at least could enjoy the entire thing while also talking to Janet it was the best of both worlds of seeing the action and getting to talk about it a little. Having Janet call her a very good kisser helped even if she had to throw in a jab about her being easy to knockout which Chelsea didn't think was true. "Did she now? So was the nice belly too strong to take down you had to go for the jaw? She must've been pretty strong to outlast your belly then. I may need to watch out for her." Chelsea said looking slightly at Janet but shifting her eyes to fight in case the action split. "You know we should take notes. I can't have just anyone beating on your stomach, as your friend I should make sure it's strong enough to avoid that." She teased.