She forgot the lewdest rule on the books~

The two of them were face-to-face, save the height difference.

Beneath the glaring heat of millions of eyes, and the overhead fluorescent lights, washed over by the cheering of the crowd, excited to see what was shaping up to be an actual wrestling match. Camilla Harvey obliged their wishes, and went for a microphone again to play ring announcer.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit!”

Her little sister tossed some of that drill-hair aside with a huff. “Normally I wouldn’t need five, but I’m going to take every second I can get to squash you. You’re making me work.”

“In the blue corner, from the Crystal Capital, the three-tailed crashing comet of justice! The heiress to my vast empire! Krista... Harvey!”

Krista turned about and smacked her enormous ass, as if perhaps he’d missed it. Or if any male in the building had been looking anywhere else. That white highleg leotard was the next best thing to just baring herself, huh?

“And from the red corner, hailing from distant, sleepy Lilisburgh, a new star rising up to intercept this massive comet! Can he change the course of the heavens?! Nikolai… Sokolov!”

“Just try me. I’m, uh, gonna be the one smacking that ass, when I put you over my knee like the spoiled child you are!”

The smack-talk game was a learning experience, okay. At least over all that cheering, nobody heard what he said, just that he said something. He wasn’t expecting much crowd reaction, but the white-haired boy was already drawing raucous support. Perhaps just by default, given he defied one of the more notable and hated performers on the roster, but it was a start to his star.

One he’d build on. Not with words, but by teaching this arrogant girl the power of manly fighting spirit!

“Now for the docking! Begin~!”

Oh, right.

His face warmed in a healthy blush, and so did hers.

“When it’s two women going up against each other, they usually meet bust-to-bust in the middle,” Evi announced. “But when it’s a guy and a girl… Well, th-they…”

“They give us a much better show of their spirit,” Vappu smirked.

The arrogant Krista fell to her knees, causing the white ring canvas beneath them to bounce and give, as well as making quite the crashing noise. She glared up at him. “Stand still, and be grateful for this, worm.”

With that, she hugged his hips, and pulled her own modest chest against the quickly-growing bulge in his shorts. Pressing them together through the thin layers of their athletic attire. Her leotard didn’t conceal the sensitive points of her hardening nipples any better than it shielded her from the hard, hot sensation of his growing erection.

They met, man to woman, hearts thundering, faces bright red.

Steady, boy. Steady. If all my blood goes down there, I’ll get clobbered…

Nikolai fought off a wave of pure embarrassment, the urge to draw back. Standing up to this mental pressure, putting on a spectacle of control and dominance. As well as fronting for the opponent, showing them you weren’t afraid of anything. Getting punched in the face was a lot easier than this, as he could already attest.

“When bustier girls do this, they can enjoy making a cute boy cum multiple times before the opening bell.”

Vappu leaned forward, once again putting that precariously-perched cup of water at hazard with her own gigantic breasts.

“It really drains their energy, and humiliates them before our paying audience. Boys can’t control themselves at all! At least, that’s what I’ve heard.”

“Vappu, I’d be scared to dock with you even as a pistil...”

Up close and personal during this moment of **** intimacy, the two wrestlers got a better look at each other. Much as they found each other objectionable, mutual attraction fueled their passionate, hormone-fueled physical reactions. Even the heiress had to admit, he was pretty, and his abs were hard. Males were just put together unfairly… While he was captivated by her breathtaking, shapely beauty. Just because she was arrogant didn’t make it less true. Just because she was enormous down below didn’t make her flat up top-

Far from it.

Breasts, firm and pillowy, rubbed against him and sent pleasurable friction crackling like lightning up and down his spine. Even glaring hateful daggers up at him with her honey-gold eyes that matched her sister’s, didn’t diminish the excitement. If anything, it loaned things a taboo edge. She was feminine in ways the the term ‘wrestler’ didn’t often imply.

Kitsune women were rarely anything else; even those who possessed great physical strength didn’t show it outwardly. Until they reached the level of a minor deity like Camilla. Krista and her shared beautiful, flawless pale skin, but the younger sister was softer.

While she tried to look defiant too, she was nervously wiggling.

Which only rubbed her bust up and down against his bulge and sent further pulses of sensual pleasure and friction tingling down there. Which got him throbbing harder, and she felt him grow against her even though those thin layers.

They were supposed to be fighting and slamming each other, not enacting simulated sex in the middle of the ring!

“Sis… how long are we gonna have to do this…”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough, you lovebirds! Back to your corners… and… start!”

Ding, ding.

Eager to avenge her humiliation, Krista was in no mood to lock up or enter some kind of grappling battle. Wasn’t her style, anyhow. She preferred to hit the ropes, and use the **** to slingshot forward with explosive speed and power!

Nikolai saw the extended arm of her clothesline coming, and simply ducked out of the way, watching the freight train of ass and blonde curls rumble on by.

“And we’re off, folks! Embarking on the winding spiral path of combat, in the first of what we hope to be countless heart-pounding matches. Right here, on Monday Night Mayhem!”