It's Gun and Sword! But it doesn't go exactly as I'd hoped...

In this dire situation, I remembered the one outcome that was most important of all: I couldn't leave this corner. To escape to any other part of the ring or to the outside of the ring was to leave the Princess, who was my only lifeline and ray of hope. However, if Makiu hit me with that charge, I was as good as dead too-- or at least that's the way it seemed to me. With the quickness of a cornered animal, I dropped down to my knees and covered my head, fearing what was coming next!

It turned out to be the right move. Makiu's legs stopped just short of running me over and began to tremble. I looked up with a worried frown, then felt my eyes widening... the Princess had reached out one of her gloved hands and grabbed hold of the wrestler's blue mask in what I later learned wrestlers refer to as "The Iron Claw." The enemy wrestler growled in pain and thrashed her arms, which the Princess batted away effortlessly. "A wise move, Miss Hojo, although it is not yet time to tag in the Princess. Evading is your wisest course of action for now. Keep it up just a bit longer and I'll give you a nice reward~" she chuckled, her pink lips curling into a sadistic smile. The raven-haired beauty grabbed Makiu's left shoulder, then tossed her across the mat; the blue-masked wrestler was howling in pain!

When Makiu reached the other side, she skittered on all fours to her partner and tagged in Hurricail. With a stoic frown, the other woman bent the ring ropes and stepped over them completely, thanks to her ridiculously long legs and tall stature. I gulped, seeing her plodding towards me. When she'd nearly reached me, I repeated the same move again: I dropped down and cradled my head in my arms, hoping to protect myself from strikes.

A miracle can't occur twice. This time, the woman stayed out of the Princess' reach and instead swept her legs under my feet. I didn't take a lot of damage, but I felt myself falling forward. In the next moment, Hurricail grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up to stare into her smiling face. "Hello again, my little friend."

I responded weakly: H-hello, Miss Hurricail. We are still friends, aren't we?

"Yes, of course. Therefore, I hope you won't take this next part personally."

I lost my smile instantly as I felt her meaty arms wrap my back and begin to squeeze me in a potentially spine-snapping bear-hug. This is a submission hold! She's going to make me tap right here! I flailed my arms and grabbed at her shoulders desperately, then at her mask, pulling and tugging at anything I could get a hold of.

You might be amazed at this point to hear that I didn't simply tap out. You're thinking: "Katsumi, that nerd. She's embellishing her story to try to make herself look good. There's no way she could get caught in a bear-hug by such a huge woman and have the wherewithal to withstand it. She's not that brave." First of all, have a little faith! I'm the protagonist, remember!? I'm basically a hard-boiled detective, e-even if I haven't had much of a chance to prove that yet! Secondly, okay... I wasn't surviving just by the strength of my will. This was self-preservation. The same sense that told me I could under no circumstances throw the match and retreat to show up Genkei told me that I wouldn't get away with tapping out to a submission hold and losing the Princess her tag-team championship match.

If the pain got too great here, I'd probably pass out. If I lost this match for the Princess, I would surely perish.

Therefore, I held out. I flapped my arms. I hit and tugged like an angry child. Finally, I seemed to find something that worked; I grabbed the masked wrestler's luchador mask with both hands and tugged it upward, straight off her head. The action revealed her short-cut black hair and her kindly green eyes, although they didn't look particularly chummy right now. "Hey! That's a foul, 'friend!' You can't just unmask a masked wrestler in the middle of their submission hold! That's something you save for big-money moments or after the match theatrics!" the woman complained, releasing me onto my butt while she snatched the mask back out of my hands.

I couldn't wait a moment longer! I skid backwards on my butt and made the tag.

Hurricail was still in the middle of fixing her mask back on when the Princess leaped off the turn-buckle. My partner grabbed the wrestler's neck and shoulders on the way down, then performed a sort of aerial bulldog, forcing the other lady down onto her back with a resounding "oof!" I heard and felt the ring trembling as the huge-bodied wrestler hit against it. The mask had come back off, leaving the woman staring up towards the lights and seeing stars with a pained expression on her face. Part of that pain was due to the fact that the Princess hadn't released the headlock on the way-down; she still had the squeeze locked in.

"Miss Hojo! Now is the time for your gun!"

Oh? Oh! But wait, that's a two step move, right? What about the sword?

Answering the question before I could finish asking it, the Princess lifted Hurricail's back up from the mat, then spun so that her legs were on either side of Hurricail's body. The position looked terribly painful and only got more uncomfortable as the Princess quickly lifted her skirt, revealing that erotically cloth-wrapped length again. This time, there was no teasing slowness; she got it free as soon as she could, once again leaving me in awe at the size and majesty of her futa parts compared to my own. The announcer's desk called out something about the Royal Blade, as the Princess slapped Hurricail's face with her penis. When the other woman continued resisting, she locked the **** in harder until my opponent opened her mouth and was finally **** to take the cock inside.

I actually felt pretty bad for Hurricail. Nobody ought to be **** to fellate such a huge penis... how did the Princess even manage to get it that far inside?! It was like some kind of magic trick...! I felt my throat hurting just watching it.

There was really only one way to accomplish the dual task of saving this match and releasing my friend at the same time. I had to go through with it: I had to become the Gun in Gun and Sword. With the green-geared girl locked in place and practically gagging on my ally's cock, I took up a spot next to the Princess and timidly freed my penis from the tight trappings of my brown Desperado shorts. I still couldn't believe I was doing this, even if in front of just some weird, underground futa junkies who saw this kind of thing all the time. Thinking about how many they'd seen actually calmed me down a bit, before Genkei started hooting and hollering in support of seeing my penis...

You might think badly of me, but seeing one gorgeous futa wrestler **** another with her penis was something out of futa pornography and did well to keep me as hard as I needed to be for this maneuver. Desperately, I wrapped a hand around my cock and began pumping. I-I'm not a great masturbator... even as a futanari with heightened sensitivity, it sometimes takes me a while, due to a persistent feeling of self-consciousness. With my eyes squinting in exertion, I tried to get the stuff to shoot out in a thick enough quantity to match the former Desperado's technique.

It... It was no use! Being surrounded by all these perverts-- Genkei included-- was just too uncomfortable! I released my hand and prepared to tuck myself back in and apologize to the Princess.

In that moment, my ally wrapped one of her finger-gloved hands around my cock and began stroking it, urging me on to completion. Needless to say, her eager tugs succeeded where my tepid rubs had failed. I felt like a volcano, about to erupt, as soon as she cupped it! I squinted my eyes shut with quivering lips as I felt the build-up and the release. Unfortunately, the surprises weren't over. Our opponent had one more trick in store for us. With some of the strength she'd been hiding and with the boon of the Princess having released one hand from its grip, Hurricail suddenly leaned back and flattened her head against the mat, releasing her lips from around Princess's cock. This had two effects.

The first: she dodged my "gunfire."

The second: the Princess herself lurched forward and fell to her knees from the sudden release. This meant that, now replacing Hurricail, she received my "gunfire." I watched in horror, unable to stop myself from shooting, as thick globs of semen poured from my futa penis and coated the lovely black locks of the self-named Princess, turning her from royalty to cum-dumpster over the next few unfortunate seconds. If I'd been thinking a little more clearly... and, admittedly, a little less horny and ready to see this haughty, arrogant character covered in my bukkake... I'd probably have redirected my stream. I couldn't! If what I'd seen earlier was like watching a porn, this was like actually participating in one! I saw my life flash before my eyes as I released more and more of my stuff across the disbelieving, indignant face of my partner, coating not just her hair, but even her face and her breasts. Her mouth hung open with shock and... I think I even saw a little bit go in there, hanging down from her lips.

The arena fell silent as I whimpered with the ecstasy of the release... It was the greatest fap I'd had in my life, up to this point. With that awkward finish, the Princess had basically just jerked me off and then taken my load.

Hurricail gulped, still pinned beneath the Princess. She seemed to get the impression she may have just made this worse for all of us. Judging by the Princess's icy glare, I had to agree. I felt that none of us were long for this world.