Noah's Ark Belt: The Stable vs Ryu and Ataru

Marla would sit up a bit and release Ryu for a surprising moment, leaning on her hands and knees. She'd try to suddenly drop back down though, her tits swinging down like milky hammers onto his face. "That'll take the fight outa him!" Momo cheered

"UNGFFFF......!!!!". Ryu's muffled groan rewarded Marla's amazing breasts as they flattened the boy down, having his face pressed deeply into their soft flesh.

"Ugh....oh...no...", muttered Ataru from his corner, blushing at Marla's maneuvre which had made Ryu's face disappear from sight. And, he know that once his cousin would go "nighty nights" he was going to be alone against the beautiful bovinians team.

"m-mnff.....". Meanwhile Ryu was making a feeble, muffled whimpering sound against Marla's smooth skin. But other than that, the latest strike had pressed the fight out of him and he was totally at her mercy. To his further embarassement, his half-unconscious mind was aware of the enticing, soft mass of Marla's breasts enveloping his head, the slushing sound of milk inside them craving him to let go and drift to sleep... which induced his lips into a little, instinctive, surrendering suction against Marla's bosom. "mn...s-suck.."

Marla held her rack in place aginst his face, robbing him of air and dignity beneath her tits. "Give up, baby calf," she cooed to him urging him to give in

"Mnff...mf.....". Ryu had no other choices but stay under the mass of Marla's warm enveloping bosoms while they were slowly smothering him.

He could feel her calm heartbeath soothe him down teasingly while his consciusness was drifing, her maternal cooings the last thing he would hear before he gave into Marla, humbling him as she was baby-talking him to sleep.

As she could feel him shallow and go limp, the Unala princess had the first round secured in her best assets, her prisoner all nice and snuggled in her cleavage, ready to fall asleep.

Ryu's swallow made her breasts quiver as he dropped out, lifting herself up a bit. She shifted around on all fours and spun around, dropping her round leotarded ass onto his face and snugging in, waving her hand for the pin to start

With Ryu smothered silly, Marla could do anything she liked. All the boy could do was to emit a faint, muffled mumbling as her lovely, large buttcheeks snuggled his face inbetween them, suffocating him while the count proceeded a bit slowly, like if the ref-girl was enjoying Ryu's predicament.

"...ONEEEEE..... TWOOOOO....", she would count mockingly to the fans' delight, but Ryu could not hear, as he had drifted into a smothered slumber.

Marla's tail waggged as the count hit 3, smiling and wiggling her rump on him and getting up. She'd wait a bit for his partner to come in before reaching to take Momo to take her turn and get some rest

The crowd roared enthusiastically at how Marla had teasingly dominated and put apart her foe, while Ryu mumbled in uncunsciousness, having his face rolled around by her voluptuous hips.

Eventually, all Ataru could do was to grab his unconscious tag team partner by the wrists and pull his slumbering frame out of the ring carefully.
Getting back in the middle of the ring, the boy gulped, his face slightly red as he knew he didn't want to be defeated, not to mention in a similar humiliating way like his cousin. "Damn...Ryu... now it's all up to me". He said, assuming a fighting stance as the bell rung, starting round 2.

Momo let him remove his downed teammate as she took up her own stance. She knew her way around general combat, but her monk training was primarily concerned with gathering milk so not all of her techniques would be the most affective on a boy.

Instead she shifted forward at him once his stance was ready, throwing a few swift kicks towards this shins to try and slow him down early

Ataru clenched his teeth as he had to take the first couple of kicks, buth then he would jump past the third one while at the same time grabbing and tugging Momo's wrist.
If such elaborated maneuvre worked, the boy would land on his feet and irish-whip Momo towards the ropes with the same, fluid movement.