Buster Girl defeated Red-Hot Heat Girl!

As Heat Girl fell to the floor and began begging for a pause in the action for a second time, Buster Girl relented, though with some trepidation. Was Heat Girl going to generate even more flames and enter a new phase, appropriately referred to as "White-Hot Heat Girl" now?

Thankfully, the other girl's pathetic sobbing made it clear that wasn't happening. "Waaaah! My Atomic Fire! I-I can't use my Atomic Fire!" she complained, raising her head with a pitiable expression and tears streaming down her face. "I can't defeat you without it! I'm a failure... Doctor Dolly won't forgive me for this!" Not much of a poker face on this one.

Buster Girl approached and placed a hand upon her foe's shoulder with a sympathetic smile. "That's okay. What you want isn't really to serve Doctor Dolly, is it? You don't want to start fires or drop people into barbeque pits. What you really want is to be a kind teacher that students love... right?" Buster Girl questioned, now kneeling to face her opponent at head level.

"Of course! That's all I really wanted..." Heat Girl sobbed, sniffling as her arms shook beneath her. "What have I done, Buster Girl? I've made such a mess of myself, thanks to that evil virus Dolly put in me. And... And any second, I'm sure I'm going to fall prey to it again! Oh, you should leave me here, Buster Girl! Just let me burn away in this place until I run out, like a spent candle!"

"No robot left behind! You look a little heavy but you're coming with- oh my gosh that's heavy," Buster Girl groaned, hoisting Heat Girl up and into her arms with **** difficulty. The chubby Robot Mistress was every bit as heavy as her cute, fatty body made her look.

Heat Girl wrapped her arms around the other girl's shoulders to support herself, while offering a dreamy smile toward the victor. "He he he... I've never been carried like a princess before. I guess you know how to treat a woman my age after all~" Her mood seemed unflappable and impervious, as Buster Girl grunted beneath her great weight, walking and jumping bow-legged like the original Blue Bomber himself in an attempt to escape the fiery hell-hole that was once the Robotic Heart Day Care.

Finally, the two of them made it out past the block puzzle, which turned out to be a lot easier when Heat Girl was remotely holding the blocks in place. Unceremoniously Buster Girl dumped the heavy girl into the sand of a long-abandoned sandbox, the best place to avoid lighting the grass on fire, then fell to her knees beside Heat Girl, panting heavily. "Hff... Huff... If you ever burn down another building... and we fight again... try not to make me jump up from the basement when I escape afterward!" she complained, letting her tongue hang out like a dog's as her breasts wobbled beneath her. On the bright side, tired as Buster Girl was, Heat Girl was no longer offering any resistance; furthermore she felt like she'd managed to absorb generous units of her opponent's signature Heat Hug as well, thanks to their extended contact.

"I'm appreciative though. You really are a good girl, Buster Girl, despite all those mean things I said about you..." Heat Girl admitted, with a red blush spreading across her face. "Is there a way I could make it up to you, for scorching that pretty hair of yours?"

"Yeeeah, you did say a lot of mean things, 'Mommy!' I think it's time you paid me back for those!" Buster Girl agreed, suddenly nodding enthusiastically. She'd nearly forgotten the best part! "We have to shut you down to stop that virus, so Doc can fix you, after all! I'd say this dinner's just about cooled down enough for me to dig into, he he he~"

"D-Dig into? What are we going to do?" Heat Girl asked, red-faced and feeling herself sweat as she pushed up from her sand-covered belly to her knees.

"I think you know what I mean! The cute, innocent routine is cute, but we're both old enough to know where this is going, right? It's time to fuck! Time to stick this baby in the warmest part of that very warm body of yours!" Buster Girl giggled, patting her hand up and down on her Girl Buster menacingly.

"Oh my word! We're going to do that? I... I suppose that would be fine, since we're both adults. But out in the open like this?"

"Romantic moonlight just makes it better! I guess you learn something new every day, huh?"

Heat Girl had tried to teach Buster Girl some civility throughout their encounter, but some girls you just can't teach. Some follow the beat of their own drum! On that note, there were a lot of ways to stick one's meat thermometer into this hot, steamy, MILF-flavored dish. Which would be the best way for Buster Girl to let off some steam?

((Heat Girl Defeated!))

((Buster Girl gained 100 Heat Hug energy!))

((Buster Girl gained 100 bolts, they'll show up in the next chapter))