Hot, Consensual, Salt

Content Warning Contains consensual sex, orgasms, and martial arts violence

Late January, The Year Before Everything Happened

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“Jesus Fucking Christ, why is this gym so fucking cold?” Kathy Liu inquired aloud, moving through the still unfamiliar space. A peek at her phone revealed that it was late, but not yet approaching midnight. Behind her followed three other college students, each holding a gym bag.

The tallest and broadest of them stopped first and asked a question. “Yo, Kathy? Where am I putting this camera and shit?” The blonde asked, gesturing to the long black bag held in her offhand.

“Right there is fine, Sam.” The college sophomore pointed to a spot on the concrete floor “Just plug in the laptop and connect them together. I'll do the rest.”

Sam grunted and laid the long camera bag down onto the floor with surprising delicateness for a brawny 6'2 woman. Her job complete, she fixed her backwards cap and the blonde mane spilling out from beneath it. She carried her bag towards the MMA cage. One look at her broad shoulders and powerful legs would have been enough to convince Kathy that Samantha Gaines was a standout Division 1 wrestler: their training sessions together had only confirmed it.

Kathy looked around the quiet Mixed Martial Arts gym; she'd already scouted it while looking for places to film tonight's action, showing up for a few intermediate Brazilian Jiu Jitsu classes to prove that her purple belt wasn't just for show. She already had plans for how best to film the he boxing ring, grappling mats, or MMA cage, even if she'd only use the latter tonight. Her career as a mischievous, salacious gaming streamer and her years as a martial artist had intertwined and culminated in an event she could still hardly believe was happening tonight.

The blossoming streamer stood still, lost in lewd visions of sudden wealth and fame, until a sharp smack on her curvy ass drew her back to reality.

“Hey, Red! You up there? Or did I catch you dreaming about swimming in money, Scrooge McDuck style again?”

Kathy found their quartet's shortest member staring at her. Flor Ramirez. The 5'6” woman's black beanie hid most of her wavy brown tresses, and her oversized red and black flannel hid the light brown skin and taught muscles that Kathy knew all too well.

“No, Flor. It's not that....” Kathy bit her lip and looked away. “Ok, it's not exactly that.” Blush spread across her pale, freckled face. “I was thinking about how many followers this could earn me.”

“I can see it now...” Flor teased, moving to stand shoulder with the streamer martial artist and spreading her palms out to the front. “Kelsey Drama gets KO'd, submitted, and fucked by her friends. Allllll night long.” She laughed, using Kathy's online streamer name. “I mean, none of that's new to me of course, but I don't mind letting your little subs get a peek too.” The Texan college student rubbed Kathy's butt with confident familiarity before spinning away from the 5'10 streamer, laughing as she passed her.

Kathy considered arguing, but it would set a poor precedent. Though she'd choked and submitted Flor Ramirez plenty of times while trying to teach the Mexican-American boxer how to grapple, tonight wasn't about the absolute truth or technical superiority; tonight was about having fun putting on a show. Fighting and sex were a common mix after all; the popular Perfect Submission Mixed Martial Arts fight promotion famously allowed all manner of lewd techniques, going so far as requiring its competitors to compete in outfits that were easy to remove or circumvent during the fights. There was no shortage of traditional, 'dry' fight promotions, where clothing remained in place and women battled to prove who was the best pure martial artist. However, the 'wet' vs 'dry' divide in fight promotions had existed since sometime during World War 2 when women's sports had exploded in popularity in the US.

All of the girls that'd gathered tonight could fight; legitimate skill wasn't the question. But their tussling and cuddling over the past few months had always seemed destined for something more sensual than “boxer fights grappler” style clashes. Kathy had watched Flor climb out of her bed at least a dozen times, admiring the swish of the talented boxer's curvy, muscular ass as she quickly dressed and prepared to walk back to her dorm before the sun rose; at this point a sparring session and a steamy, sweaty makeout were all part of a good date night with the moody sophomore.

“Hey, so how long have you been planning this?” The final member of their quartet inquired. Kathy turned towards the pale woman with blue eyes and hair so light it shone silver with the right lighting. Hannah Bergstrom was a starting defender on their college's women's soccer team. She'd also begun training martial arts and fighting in local clubs in the offseason, quickly finding creative ways to put her thickly muscled legs to use. The energetic sophomore had tagged along at Samantha's invitation; the school's athletes often comprised their own little social network. When Kathy needed a fourth girl to round out the night's 2 fights, Hanna was an easy choice. The 5'9 athlete was pretty, buxom, and more than willing to put up a fight. What she might lack in technical acumen she compensated for with raw athleticism and energy and stamina.

“I unno... like two or three weeks?” Kathy lied with a smile. “I figure, we've got plenty of hot girls here on campus: why not shoot some erotic fights? Wet MMA is popular again and I figure if we can run a little fight club this close to campus we can corner the market.”

Kathy Liu was a Digital Arts and Marketing major at the California University at Los Angeles. Kelsey Drama was a streamer, a business woman, and a provocateur adept at selling believable, compelling fantasies with a naughty grin. Kathy considered the women in attentedance: four fighters, four different aesthetics, vibes, shapes, styles. A little sampler of what her new endeavor could offer could be. She urged their quartet to pose for a selfie. “I've already got a caption in mind. How's 'The first of many 'Beat, Prey, Love' videos coming soon.' sound?” She said. The women giggled before they resumed changing into their fight gear: clothes selectively tight enough or loose enough to attract attention without restricting mobility, combined with traditional half finger MMA gloves, the kind that featured padded knuckles but still left the fingers free for grappling. If tonight went according to Kathy's plans, those exposed fingers would do much more than help secure a takedown or submission.

“You brought gloves and a mouthguard right?” Kathy asked Hanna while the platinum blonde stared into her gym bag.

“Duh. Now Am I supposed to put on the too-tight sports bra or the racy lingerie?” The soccer star asked.

Kathy imagined the curvy soccer player bouncing, sweating, scrapping. If her fans were half as excited by the prospect as she was, she was sitting on a goldmine. “I say play up the athlete vibe. The school knows you fight in the offseason right?” She asked.

“Yeah. A couple of girls do. Mostly at the local scenes or in that quarterly tournament on campus.” The curvy slugger nodded, shaking the pale blonde hair that gave away her Nordic heritage. “Not a bad way to have some fun and earn some cash.”

“Or settle some grudges on the team...?” Kathy asked. Hanna nodded sheepishly as the orange haired Asian woman wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Then play up the athlete vibe!”

“O-Ok! Also, I know we're fightin' in slutty outfits, but can we go over the rules one more time?” Hanna asked. 5'9 with hair so pale it was almost silver, her ice blue top clung to her athletic frame and showcased her chiseled abs.

Flor was halfway through joking that tonight the soccer star simply needed to absorb punches and slams and then orgasm when Kathy interrupted her. “Hanna, you've heard of wet MMA, right?” She asked

“Well yeah, everyone who's into fighting has heard the term. That's like, Queendom Combat and Perfect Submission? Compared to like... the GCC or United Combat League, right?”

“Exactly. GCC and the UCL are dry fights. Just fighting. Queendom and PerSub are wet, like what we're doing tonight, except we're way more casual and chill.” Kathy explained, drawing on her thousands of hours of speaking via her job as a popular gaming streamer.

“Sooo.” Hanna continued. “It's like, regular MMA but with sex involved, right? Punches, kicks, submissions, wrestling... 5 minute rounds?”

“Yeah, exactly! Throw some punches, wrestle around for a bit, and when one of you gets tired, go a little limp and put on a show: make out, make cute noises, Let the other girl fuck you.” The Chinese-French girl smiled. “Above all, remember to have fun. Like, it's not that serious. It's combat entertainment, so rather than figuring out who's the baddest bitch to ever live, we're here to shoot hot steamy fight scenes between the hottest girls on campus.”

“Hey Red...” Flor interrupted their tutorial. “You'd didn't quite think this one through, did you?” She observed that between the 4 of them, each of them would either be fighting, refereeing, or minding the recording equipment. That meant no team of seconds to attend to each girl between rounds or provide feedback and strategy. But to Kathy, that was perfect too and furthered the casual aspect she wanted to emphasize. When she turned around to face her friends she found them transformed from students into fighters. Jackets and t-shirts shed in favor of cute sports bras or bikini tops, sweatpants and jeans traded for gym shorts, bikini bottoms, or lingerie “Sexy. Violent. Perfect.” She thought, rubbing her hands in part to stay warm.

“So K, you found the lights, but what about the heater?” Sam pulled at the straps of her too-tight blue bikini and looked over at Kathy. The streamer's polka dot bikini top and short, white, skirt bared the alluring curves that had made her famous online. Their whole endeavor was a little wild, but she'd come to associate this kind of audacity from Kathy as much as her exagerated blush makeup, dyed hair, and mischevious grin. The woman was greedy and lewd in equal amounts. Wet fights were the perfect intersection of her interests.

[A smart person would have asked the cast if there are any insults that will make this unsexy for them. Kathy is not that girl and will not remember to ask.]

“Ok, so who's getting tuned up and then tenderly touched?” Flor laughed, slamming her gloved fists together.

“Actually?” Sam looked up from her bag. “Yeah, what are the matchups?”

Kathy's eyes darted to and fro before she pulled her phone out from her own squishy bust and thumbed through a few screens. “Ok, so I figured it'd be easiest if I fought Flor since we-”

“Are already fucking. Eyyyyy.” The titanic blonde pointed at the pair and chuckled at her own joke. “But seriously, it'll bve lame if I fight my friend and you fight your girlfriend. Mix up the pairings.”

“So how about we get to it, Malibu?” Flor smiled like a shark and stepped toward the bigger blonde.

“Hell yeah. You wanna get rolled up like a burrito, or folded like a taco, Tex Mex? I still owe you from last time...” Samantha grinned back, rolling her shoulders to emphasize her significant height and weight advantage. Her distinctive 'surfer girl' intonation contrasted with her muscular frame. The 6 '2 wrestler and 5' 6 boxer looked ready to clash right then and there.

“I'm surprised you remember last time, Sam. You went out like a light after all...” Flor didn't budge, and Kathy thought her girlfriend looked every bit like a puma sizing up the moose she'd decided to hunt. The thought aroused her until she remembered the hostility that'd characterized her friends' earliest interactions. Both were deeply competitive and only their blossoming friendship and Kathy's own intervention had kept their clashes friendly. The submission grappler stepped between them and forcibly separated the pair, looking from one to the other. That left only one feasible pairing. “Alright, that settles it: Flor, you and Hannah are gonna throw down. Sam, you're with me.”

The mathcups decided, their ringleader looked over the fighters and asked a new question. “Did everyone come up with a ring name? Wet fight are like pro wrestling: almsot everyone uses a ring name instead of their government name. You're playing a character, so make her fun and fuckable.” The Chinese American streamer reminded them. “I already stream as Kelsey Drama, so I'm set, y'know?”

“Bruh. Of course I did. I practiced my intro and everything.” Samantha cleared her throat, a glint in her green eyes. “I'm Rebecca Bliss, and none of you sluts are even worth my time” She said, substituting her too-relaxed surfer girl intonation with that of an entitled, snotty rich girl. With one hand on her hip and scowl on her face, the tall, tanned woman looked every part of her comfortable Orange County, California upbringing.

“Hanna. Bergstrom. Iceberg.” the pale soccer player shrugged. She pointed first at the silver-blonde hair pulled into one giant braid and then at her sturdy, toned thighs. “I wanted a cool ice pun about my legs but 'Iceberg' was my only real idea that didn't sound lame.”

The quartet offered a few ideas, but when none of them stuck, they agreed to table it for now and offer a better idea if one arose. Hanna's name temporarily decided, all eyes turned to Flor, arms crossed and avoiding their gazes. The pose only accentuated the prominent bust that Flor eternally sought to hide or minimize... “Rosa. Rated R.” She admitted, uncomfortable with the sudden attention.

“I like it. ‘Cause 'Rated R' like movies, but also Rosa starts with R so it's like Rated Rosa... It's like... a double entendre...” Samantha pondered, once again sounding like an overly relaxed jock.

The matchups and names decided, the girls made their final preparations. Kathy set up her laptop and cameras just so, eventually affixing one video camera to the top of one of the cage's walls and a second outside at cage side, up high enough to still clearly see the action through the plastic-coated chain-link fence. She caught Flor and Samantha playing rock-paper-scissors, discovering the purpose and the stakes only when an exultant Samantha trotted over to inform Kathy that their match would be first.

Kathy stretched out, moving from promoter and streamer to fighter as best she could as well. She wasn't here to lose. She was here to entertain, and “Lewd streamer makes D1 wrestler beg for mercy” had a nice ring to it. She had a plan to conquer the towering blonde pulling on the taught straps of the blue bikini top struggling to contain her frankly massive bust. Samantha's short, loose, gym shorts had more success hugging her thick, toned thighs, and her broad, goofy smile softened her vibe considerably. It was hard to imagine this giant, laid back surfer as the school's best wrestler, but she'd been selected as a D1 All-American already and seemed a lock to repeat in her sophomore year.

“Ready to lose to a fucking streamer?” Flor teased from outside the cage.

“Nah brah. Nothing's gonna stop me from folding Kathy like a 3-ring binder.” Sam said, adjusting the white scrunchie holding her wavy blonde tresses. Kathy teased her big, buxom friend in return as the two of them entered the open cage. Hanna followed, still pulling on the black and white striped referee shirt Flor had thrown at her moments before. The surly Texan boxer got the camera rolling and followed them into the cage to film their brief prefight promos. gave them the signal. Kathy clarified a few last questions for her opponent and the ref before she and Samantha faded into their in-ring personas.

'Kelsey Drama' was the ditzier, raunchier, more aggressive, more obnoxious version of herself Kathy Liu created to succeed as an online streamer. She gave a brief introduction: her (ring) name, her hometown, and her style. A wink at the camera, a promise to choke and fuck her opponent, and a lewd gesture with her tongue comprised the rest of her short promo. By contrast, 'Rebecca Bliss' was the distilled essence of the entitled, rich, haughty Orange County, CA, blonde that everyone assumed Samantha to be. She'd spent more time trying not to be that woman than embracing her, flipping the switch now did not come easy. Samantha suffered a few false starts before finally dispelling her nerves.

Rebecca Bliss rolled her eyes even before offering her name, hometown, and wrestling background. Rebecca's tagline was simple. “Fight her. Fold her. Fuck her like the loser she is.” Delivered with clear contempt. The two touched gloves, Flor left the cage and switched to the cageside camera, and the fight was on.

The phone alarm rang and the two women circled, their strategies clear within the first 30 seconds. Rebecca Bliss wanted minimal space between them; Kelsey Drama wanted just the opposite and was willing to enforce that distance with long, stinging strikes and lively footwork. “Hah! Take that Malibu Barbie!”

Kelsey bounced on her toes, wearing striped thigh high socks modified into instep guards by cutting out the toes and heel on each sock. Hanna watched the competitors closely, though in truth her striped referee shirt was mostly for show. She had no intention of breaking up the action, especially if it favored her bigger blonde friend. Kelsey danced across the cage wearing minimal clothing and a smile.

“Listen here you little slut.” Rebecca growled, crouching into another wrestling shot. She made contact this time, dragging the streamer backwards into the cage. They held together for a moment, sweating, panting, pressed together. Kelsey Drama found time to crack a smile and reach for her opponent's already struggling bra. Rebecca Bliss decided she wasn't yet ready to trade her modesty for a takedown, instead pulling the streamer's hand off of her and then backing away.

“Oh cooome on, Becky!” Kelsey protested, balling her fists and pouting. “Keeping those Ks covered is a crime against humanity. Let the girls breathe!”

“As if. You're not worthy and neither are the losers watching at home.” Rebecca Bliss yelled loud enough for the mic to pick up.

“Have it your way...” Kelsey shrugged and put her hands up. They circled again and her striped socks and green MMA gloves flashed out at irregular intervals, tagging the buxom blonde before sliding away from the nearest cage wall. Their referee couldn't deny that Kelsey had skills; she'd heard about this girl from Rebecca Bliss but seeing her in person was something else. Hanna was intrigued about what kind of match she could put on with this lithe redhead.

Unfortunately, the girl on the other end of her fists and shins was not enjoying her time with Kelsey nearly as much. Rebecca had trained with Kelsey before: the redhead and her Texan paramour had provided her first real kickboxing lessons some time ago, but the Division 1 wrestler knew all too well how differently a friendly spar felt from an actual competition. The busty redhead was surprisingly accurate and frighteningly mobile. She found time for taunts and flourishes as she danced around the cage, tugging on her top or lifting her leg into a kicking stance to reveal that she'd elected to wear absolutely nothing under her short, loose skirt.

Kelsey Drama lacked KO power, but her hands were faster and more accurate than her opponent's rudimentary strikes. The streamer picked her targets over the first half of their first 5-minute round, sniping at the bigger blonde's head and chest and legs. Rebecca scored in return, showing natural talent for timing her heavy left hand but little of the experience or knowledge of how to set it up and turn it from a useful tool into a dangerous weapon. Instead the more experienced kickboxer controlled the distance and their exchanges.

Unwilling to ever surrender, Rebecca Bliss pushed forward, alternating between throwing awkward strikes from a taller stance and crouching low into the low lunges and shots that would let her get her hands on this bubbly nymph. She tried again and again, achieving nothing more than fleeting success. Wrestling was surprisingly difficult with an opponent chiefly concerned with never letting you engage on your terms.

On the other hand, getting struck at all was still an unfamiliar sensation for the decorated collegiate wrestler. Along with Flor, their trio had met up several times as sort of a skills trade: the raunchy streamer offered her kickboxing acumen and Brazilian Jiu Jitsu bonafides, the tall blonde demonstrated the basics of wrestling, and the younger Texan offered both a crash course in high level boxing. But the taller, blonde Orange County native was still unused to being recreationally punched in the mouth. Kelsey Drama lacked KO power but damn if her Chine streamer friend couldn't place her shots.

“Hey Laguna Bitch, why don't you go ask Daddy to buy you a win, huh?” Kelsey sneered, landing a pair of kicks before feinting to one side and escaping to the other. She'd learned many things as a streamer, not the least of which was how to keep her body on full display. Each moment the voluptuous grappler spent charging at her was one Kelsey spent putting her own generous curves on display as she bounced and slipped and spun away from direct engagements. The same sumptuous ass and thighs, small waist and big, perky assets that had first attracted attention, and the same characteristic fiendish glee or feigned innocence as she teased her opponent and her iewers.

Three and a half minutes in, the tanned surfer hadn't managed much more than an embarrassing set of near misses and a growing collection of small bruises. None of it was agonizing. None of this was vicious. But she was clearly, slowly losing to a woman 4 inches shorter than her and maybe 30 lbs. lighter. Losing had never been a habit of hers.

“Come on, She-Hulk.,” Kelsey Drama sneered. “You've gotta be getting tired by now, right? Lugging those melons around? Eating leather? Stop chasing me and we can get to the fun, wet part, alright?”

Her collegiate classmate was starting to understand why half a dozen other streamers had openly campaigned to fight Kelsey Drama in real life; she employed her bubbly, cutesy voice to great effect by being as annoying as physically possible. But the curvy 5'10 streamer had finally made a mistake. Rebecca feinted in one direction and then pounced when the orange haired kickboxer took the bait. They crashed into the cage wall behind Kelsey, grunting and gasping as one tried to extract herself from the situation and the other tried to drive her down to the canvas and make it worse. Kelsey again sought to trade her position for Rebecca's clothing. This time the blonde didn't mind. Her blue bikini top fluttered in the air while the 6'2 collegiate wrestler drove her to the canvas. They landed with a thud and Kelsey, now under the statuesque blonde, quickly regretted stripping her friend's top.

“Grooooosss! Why are your boobs so sweaty?” Kelsey yelled, halfway buried under Rebecca Bliss's massive bust.

“It's the only way to shut you up.”

Their trip to the ground looked relatively pedestrian at first: other than their skimpy outfits and the statuesque blondes bare, heaving, chest, their mat tussle lacked the overt eroticism or naughty fun that their ringleader had promised and requested. Rebecca Bliss stayed on top of their pile, grinding her 6'2 frame into Kelsey's body. She pushed her forearms, knees, and shoulders into the pale redhead, relenting only to throw an insult or a punch. Her significant size, strength, and wrestling experience advantage dominating the streamer easier, but Kelsey Drama had her own ideas and advantages. She looped her arms around the athletic wrestler and offered her first bit of advice as Kathy Liu, not Kelsey Drama, since they'd started.

“Less bulldozer, more kissing, champ.” The college sophomore whispered. “You're not trying to win a meet.”

Rebecca Bliss fought to stay in character, swearing under her breath. Wrestling was as fun as it was instinctual now, and she'd certainly gotten lost in the simple thrill of just competing. But she needed to do more than win. Tonight she needed to entertain. She nodded and prepared to change her position and her approach.

Kathy, again in character as Kelsey Drama, offered only ostensible resistance when her bigger friend shifted, pressing the side of one steamy, heavy breast into her face by way of a headlock. The 5'10 streamer protested loudly, pushing in ways both of them knew wouldn't amount to anything. She was serving up a golden opportunity and clearly looking for something cinematic.

Rebecca caught her friend's attempted escape and smiled down at the curvy college student. “Nu-uh. You're not getting away that easily.” She punctuated each sentence with another motion until she'd spread her hips to sit heavily on Kathy's waist. “You had so much to say about my girls. Why don't I introduce you to 'em?”

Kelsey Drama considered that her best performance to date might have pretended to be upset when the voluptuous collegiate wrestler smothered her beneath her massive, bust. Rebecca Bliss put her all into the effort, pinning Kelsey's wrists above her head and stretching out to her full height. Kelsey had nowhere to go and nothing to do but suffer in her squishy, sweaty prison and offer helpless, muffled protests. The sensation of being dominated, of being helpless and at the mercy of some bigger, better fighter sent a rush of warm arousal between her legs.

Kathy wanted more of this. She wanted Rebecca to push her over the edge. She wanted to be conquered. she wanted to lay there, pacified, while the handsy blonde dove between her thighs and finished turning the kinky streamer into a quivering pile of moaning, desperate slut. It would have been so easy, if Rebecca would have stopped to notice that her friend was rapidly falling into the submissive part of her psyche. Instead, the decorated wrestler pulled away and saw her friend—red-faced and panting—and had a different idea. Kelsey barely moved even when the bigger girl released her wrists. When Rebecca grabbed a handful of her dyed orange hair, she offered a goofy distant smile and stared past her classmate's big green eyes. Only when Samantha's broad palm left a stinging red mark on her cheek did Kesley finally remember that she was ostensibly trying to win an erotic MMA match.

“Wake up, buttercup.” Rebecca sneered, sounding every bit like the obnoxious rich girls she'd based her character on. “You're not done, cause I'm not done with you yet.” She raised her hand and slapped her wide-eyed victim again. “I don't care how much you make whispering to desperate simps; you don't make enough to afford to fall asleep in my tits. Got it?”

Kelsey Drama couldn't bring herself to nod. She wanted to be overpowered, not abused, and her friend's rough affection had definitely crossed the line. She could feel her face burning from the stitching on the exposed palm of Rebecca's blue MMA glove. Her fans would likely love it: it was demeaning and humiliating. But with her hands occupied grabbing and slapping, the big blonde had no defense for Kelsey's own creeping hands. Her approach was as technically sound as it was lewd; legs lightly wrapped around the outside of Rebecca calves ensured the blonde couldn't reposition when the streamers practiced hand slipped between her opponent's thighs and applied a sweet pressure.

Rebecca Bliss' bikini bottoms offered no resistance to Kelsey's affection, and her lewd gasp came as a surprise to her and her opponent,

“Ooooh, someone's already wet. Did smothering me get you going?” The mic picked up Kelsey's kittenish tone. “I'll keep playing with you as long as you want.”

Rebecca Bliss had wrestled for just over half of her life. She'd recently begun learning submission grappling via Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. It was a fact of life that limbs ended up in strange, sometimes uncomfortable places during a scramble. It was simply a part of two humans trying to control each other. But this facet of their scramble was newer. Their streamer friend had shown them some of the basics of wet martial arts, but getting fingered through your bottoms on camera was more jarring than Rebecca Bliss had prepared for.

Her body moved to the rhythm of Kelsey's fingers. Her thighs clamped shut like a bear trap but that only compromised her balance. Kelsey Drama swept her onto her back with flourish and a thud, and Rebecca scrambled for her freedom in more ways than one. She was bigger, broader, more muscular, more athletic, more well-endowed, and a more experienced wrestler. But her friend's purple belt and penchant for lewd competition threatened to neutralize all of those advantages. The pair scrambled, resorting to elbows and knees instead of touches and kisses until they settled into an uneasy lull in North-South position. Rebecca lay flat out on her stomach, facing Kelsey's feet while the streamer lay on her back underneath her.

The streamer might have coaxed her victim with gentle caresses and kissing, but Rebecca wasn't above a few well-placed punches to encourage her friend to spread Kelsey's firm thighs. She didn't bother pulling at the streamer's skirt; Kathy's first kick had revealed her distinct lack of undergarments. The buxom blonde relished the opportunity to push her friend towards a wet, messy finish, teasing her bare lips and enjoying the wet arousal that coated her fingers in return.

“Wet? Look who's talking, slut. You're juuuuust about ready for your close up.”

But Kelsey's reply didn't involve words. Her arms snaked around the surfer's thighs and she wiggled down until she could feel the heat from the haughty wrestler's hot wet sex, sticky arousal glistening on her damp thighs. And that meant Rebecca was close enough to feel Kelsey's tongue.

Rebecca Bliss straightened and tensed like she'd been shocked. She gasped, immediately flailing to try and change the position she found herself in. “F-Fuck you.” She whimpered, recognizing too late that her position wasn't nearly as advantageous as it looked. The streamer put her years of Jiu Jitsu to use and easily swept her bigger opponent onto her back, grinning wildly. The blonde wrestler ended up underneath their puddle and felt Kelsey's soft chest press into her, laying sideways across her body. The streamer wasn't flat by any means and happily pressed her body against her taller friend's, kissing on Rebecca's neck and chest before slipping to one side and running her practiced hand down Rebecca's toned abs. She pushed away, at first, but the streamer stuck to her like a damp shirt, kissing and nibbling on her bare chest.

“Come on Becky. Sing for me. Put those big muscles to use, arch your back, and cum like a slut.” Kelsey cackled, enjoying the wet, sloppy sounds of her fingers slipping in and out of her athletic friend.

Rebecca swore loudly, trying to hide her gasps, but it was true: pinning Kelsey beneath her, smothering her with her assets had pushed towards her own climax. Now that their positions had flipped, Kelsey's hand crept inside of her bikini bottoms now, dragging practiced fingers over her sensitive lips and dragging her towards her own arousal. Rebecca Bliss knew very well what an encroaching orgasm felt, looked, and sounded like. She'd enjoyed plenty of her own and had coaxed even more out of eager lovers from the university and beyond. But tonight, she was increasingly on the wrong end of that sensual engagement. Her thoughts strayed as her pulse quickened and her body clenched in anticipation of her encroaching orgasm. Her friend, for all her faults, was an incredible lover.

The Orange County blonde gasped, struggled, and pushed, forcing the redhead to change position each time. But her friend's hand never strayed far from her hot, hungry sex. Kelsey's fingers danced along her lips, other arm wrapped around the wrestler's broad thigh, spreading her open. Rebecca barely recognized the sounds she produced: desperate whimpering, and breathy expletives. She was about to lose and it felt amazing. Her toes curled and her body tensed and her hips humped in search of stronger sensation. She ...

Heard the alarm. Rebecca Bliss heard the alarm and tried to remember what it meant. She blinked hard, and slowly recalled that they were using a phone as a timer for the wet MMA match she was currently having—losing—against her redhead college friend. Kelsey slowly pulled away and Rebecca recognized that she was almost naked, in addition to being sweaty, bruised, flustered, and more aroused than she'd remembered being this entire year of college. Her opponent looked comparatively less of all of those things.

Kelsey Drama couldn't have contained her glee if she wanted to. They were doing it. Really doing it. Wrestling and striking and fighting and fucking. She was filming the very first match of what could eventually be her own promotion. Her body ached, a testament to each time her talented friend had lifted or slammed her into the cage or canvas. But the desperate, horny look on her friend's face as she staggered back to her corner fueled Keley's own smile. Rebecca Bliss, naked save for her askew bikini bottoms and blue, 4-oz MMA gloves, fiddled with the scrunchie holding her messy ponytail together. Kathy's own polka dot bikini and short white athletic skirt were both still mostly in place and she felt fairly confident about securing a fight-ending choke or submission early in round two. With any luck she could transition to something wetter and end Beat, Prey, Love's very first match with a messy, orgasmic finish. She would have preferred for her taller, boobier, buffer friend to have won their match to drum up some more hype, but if the 2nd-year Psychology major wasn't up to the task yet, Kelsey would have to drive streams and viewers a different way.

“If you're tired, just sandbag a little and I'll fuck you for the finish, kay?” She yelled, only half joking. “Just tell me what position you want so I know...”

Rebecca Bliss answered with a raised middle finger a short, defiant taunt. She recognized that struggling this much in her first match didn't match the dominant persona she'd presented in her pre-match footage, but she also hadn't expected the slutty streamer to turn this dangerous. Kelsey Drama knew the ins and outs of the way being naked or horny could affect an otherwise normal fight and had seemingly employed each of them against her. Samantha Gaines wasn't used to losing, ever. Rebecca Bliss wouldn't be any different. She decided that she only needed to adjust her approach.

There was no doubt who held the lead as the 2nd round of their MMA match started: Kelsey Dara was cheerful, confident, fully dressed and mostly unmarred save bruises on her shoulder, cheek, and back. Her opponent's body told a different story: Faint purple bruises bloomed on her arms, stomach, and thighs while hickeys traced a lewd trail from the blonde's thick neck to her bare breasts. But neither woman appeared tired or disheartened, and Rebecca Bliss promised to be nothing if not a game loser. Despite her 4-inch height advantage, she lingered at the edge of her opponent's range and plotted her approach. The dyed redhead lashed out at irregular intervals, scoring with the same punches and kicks she'd used to dictate the terms of their engagement. But fighting while retreating, the streamer couldn't commit to the kinds of strikes that would put the big wrestler down.

“You're a really cute punching bag, Becky.” Kelsey said, accentuating her taunt with a punch directly to the wrestler's stiff nipple.

But Rebecca Bliss hadn't heard her. Instead, she stared hard at the streamer, plotting her next step. Bits of advice and strategy ran through her head but none of them mattered more than her ability to just act. She slipped to one side and used her elite athleticism to launch at her opponent. She ignored the punch that halfway landed. Her broad arms snared Kelsey's calf and sent the catty streamer to the canvas. Her opponent recovered admirably, shifting and scooting to keep Rebecca Bliss from flattening her completely. But Rebecca proved up to the task, pressing her toned frame against her friend's in a renewed effort to dominate the shorter, slimmer woman.

Kelsey Drama swore aloud. This had all been more fun on her terms. Teasing, taunting, kissing, touching her friend with lewd abandon. But there Rebecca actually using the full extent of her college wrestling experience and ability felt almost unfair. Dislodging the blonde felt like shedding a wet blanket. She lay on her side, fending off her friend's sloppy, aggressive kisses and wandering hands. She slightly regretted her decision to wear nothing underneath her short, broad skirt; it might be par for the course in promotions where sex was part of the rules but dammit if Rebecca was't taking full advantage of her exposure.

“Come on, Kelsey. Do something be...” Rebecca enjoyed getting to taunt her friend for a change, before leaning in to whisper something only her friend would hear. “How's that? Better?”

Kelsey struggled to respond, a task made more complicated by the arousal building inside her. She managed to roll over, then sit up, but no matter where she was, Rbecca was right there with her, arms wrapped around her, massive chest pressed against her. When the lewd streamer paused to catch her breath Rebecca Bliss' hands, and the rest of her assets, exploited any target that she left undefended. The wrestler excelled as challenging, pressing, threatening her even without striking her. When she didn't actively resist, Rebecca pressed her advantage in search of an even better position.

Kelsey Drama's torment continued for another 90 seconds, and the pair cycled from one position to the next. Kelsey didn't recognize that her bikini was even missing until Rebecca's fingers tweaked her nipples while the blonde sucked on her neck.

Their banter continued from round 1, trading holds and insults in search of more definitive success. The streamer, breathing much harder than she had 2 minutes ago, found just enough space to employ the Jiu Jitsu she knew so well. She threatened to bend Rebecca's arm the wrong way, knowing full well that she wouldn't actually pursue a victory with something as mundane and unappealing as an armbar. She'd rather lose in the messiest, most humiliating way possible, then win by something as ugly as a kimura or as brutish as a headkick. There were plenty of venues she could run to when she needed to feel competitive. Tonight, she wanted to entertain. The burly blonde threatened to haul her off the ground as a response to her submission hold and Kelsey Drama abandoned it in favor of a more mundane position.

With her strong thighs wrapped around the tanned surfer's waist, Kelsey finally reasserted a modicum of control over the situation. She twisted one way then the other, threatening to topple the bigger gal or at least goad her into something stupid. With more than a decade of wrestling experience but much less experience defending submissions, Rebecca Bliss didn't even know she'd opened herself up to being swept onto her back until rolled her over. Her friend now sat on her chest, arousal building between her sweaty, curvy, thighs.

“This has been fun, girly” Kelsey grinned, flashing a peace sign at the blonde, framing Rebecca's face with her thighs. “But I think we're juuust, about done here. Stick out your tongue and be a good girl for me, kay?” She commanded. “I'm gonna ride your face, and you're gonna lay there and take it, cause you suck and I don't.” She giggled, covering her mouth in an act of fake modesty.

Rebecca Bliss didn't have much in the way of options. She was strong even for a woman her size but Kelsey sitting on her shoulders was more weight than even she could lift with no leverage. She'd let her advantage slip away and found herself increasingly ready to be used by her smaller, more famous friend. It would be so easy to press her lips against Kathy's, drag her tongue across her friend's steamy clit, and accept defeat. The surfer considered it for a moment before discarding the idea. She was too enamored with the gasps and shudders Kathy made when she'd smothered her earlier. Too enamored with the way her other lovers eased into being under her, below her. She just needed to put Kelsey in that same place and let her friend's true feelings come to light.

Their scramble was dramatic and brief: in her rush to claim a demoralizing Victory Kelsey hadn't done anything to secure her position atop her friend; Rebecca only had to push her to send the streamer toppling forward. Her face still slick with Kelsey's arousal, Rebecca put her hands up and kept fighting. Her opponent, perhaps (literally) smelling victory in the air, dove, desperate to push her advantage. This time the blonde was ready. When Kelsey wrapped her legs around the titanic surfer, looking to choke her, Rebecca had an answer. She flatly denied Kelsey's attempt, pressing her bare chest against her friend's face. Rebecca kept pushing forward, nearly folding the streamer in half before the redhead finally relented, scrambling to recover her position.

But working her way out from underneath the collegiate wrestler was a task nearly as tall as Rebecca was, and at every step she found pillows tits or hard abs pressed against her face or chest, or Rebecca's hands and mouth teasing and taunting her even as she pressed Kelsey down into the mat. The lithe streamer rolled and shifted and employed all of her Jiu Jitsu just to keep her relentless friend from smothering her. It was grueling work, and try as she might she struggled to find an avenue for her own offense. Kelsey stood, eventually and with some difficulty, still aware of the arms wrapped around her waist.

“You just don't give up, do you?” Despite her kittenish smile she was no longer joking.

“Not when I'm still having this much fun, loser.” Rebecca said. “Now hold onto something...”

She didn't know exactly what kind of slam it was. She guessed 'suplex' but that was the generic term for a whole category of moves. All that mattered was that Rebecca Bliss lifted her off her feet as if she were wrestling with her little sister, and then dropped on her back hard enough to rattle her and drive the air out of her lungs.

Her situation only deteriorated from there. Rebecca pounced like a lioness, scooped, lifting, ragdolling her across the cage until she could barely remember her streaming alias, let alone which way was up. Her blonde friend paused only long enough to nibble, and kiss, and tease her with wandering hands and a curious tongue that savored Kelsey like a fine wine. Seated upright with one arm pinned behind her back, she was helpless to resist Rebecca Bliss making exaggerated, lewd noises while sucking on her neck and ear, her free hand tweaking Kelsey's nipples one at a time before sliding up her skirt.

“Ooooh, someone's nice and wet... Do you get off on being tossed around, Kelsey? I'm sure allll your pathetic viewers will appreciate knowing that.” Rebecca taunted.

Her first responses were nonverbal. Shivers and tweaks, unconscious grinding against Rebecca fingers, squirming in the woman's lap. But she quickly vocalized her impending orgasm too, moaning louder, faster, with each passing second until her cries reached a whimpering crescendo, a plea ready to be made. The feeling ran all the way through her: a desire to be small and obedient. A warmth that started between her thighs and filled her entire body. The electric sensation of skin on skin contact, of her friend being in charge of them both, of bending to this woman's delightful whims. It was all too much to bear. She no longer wanted to win. She no longer wanted to fight or compete or try. She wanted to submit. She wanted to be submissive.

And then Kelsey muttered something that surprised even herself.

“F-finish me.”

She hoped the admission had come too low for the camera to hear, but the sentiment was true: she was exhausted, sweaty, and ready to stop struggling, provided that her college friend was ready to find a cinematic way to end their contest.

“Oooooh, that's a fun one. Sounds like our greedy little streamer bit off more than she could handle huh? No surprise; I'm Rebecca Bliss and you won't ever be on my level. But you tried. So now I've gotta punish you.” Haughty confidence suffused Rebecca's every word as she tugged her friend up onto pale, unsteady legs.

Kathy feared what came next; Rebecca's last attempt at domination had ended in unsatisfying physical punishment that had spurred Kelsey back into the fight. But she had to trust her friend. At least one more time. The broad wrestler pulled her back down quickly after pulling her to her feet and in her sex-addled haze Kelsey finally recognized she was face down on the mat, her hips arched high behind her. Her girlfriend locked eyes with her from outside the cage, holding the camera nearly at eye level to Kelsey Drama.

The air felt cold against her bare, sweaty thighs and dripping sex, and she could feel her skirt resting on her lower back, no longer granting even the notion of modesty.

This time Rebecca found the right place and strength to slap her.

The brawny blonde's broad palm landed flat on Kelsey's ass with a satisfying smack that almost made her cum then and there. She wiggled with unbridled lust, moaning with lewd abandon. Rebecca spanked her twice, now letting her fingers dance across Kelsey's desperate sex each time. She was lost in her own head, desirous of nothing so much as a deep, shivering orgasm.

Her friend must have known it two, because Rebecca commanded her to look at the camera a moment before she plunged two fingers inside of Kathy's hungry sex, pulling them out only to rub her arousal-slicked digits across the streamer's clit for a few delicious moments before plunging them back inside her.

The streamer swore with low, breathy tones until words failed her and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She'd practiced this. Trained it almost as much as she'd trained her armbars and position changes. Kelsey Drama stared at the camera, offered a peace sign with either hand, and rolled her eyes up and towards the ceiling before she came.Her audience wanted one of the goofy, hentai inspired ‘ahegao’ faces and Kelsey Drama always delivered. She didn’t have to pretend to be fucked into an insensate puddle of satisfied woman. Not when she was still shivering with the strength of her orgasm and dripping down her thighs. Her toes curled and body tensed, a testament to how much they'd teased each other, before she moaned one last time and relaxed into deep, uneven breaths on the canvas of the MMA cage.

She'd clearly and definitely lost even before Rebecca's hands left a yearning void inside her and her knees gave out. Rebecca Bliss' foot on her back while the blonde cheered her own victory felt fitting in ways she couldn't quite describe. But she wanted this more than she'd wanted anything she could remember.

Flor rang the bell to symbolize the end of the bout, and both women returned to their corners for water and a towel before meeting in the middle of the ring. There was no mystery when their erstwhile referee raised Rebecca's hand; Kelsey had spent the last minute hoping for this exact kind of loss. But being on the other side of it, regaining her bearings, she was caught between disappointment that she hadn't pulled off the ostensible upset over her bigger, taller, more decorated friend, and utter joy at how completely Samantha had adjusted and embraced the idea she had in mind. It was a fight, yes, but first and foremost it was violent, erotic entertainment.

Flor entered the cage again, holding the camera this time to interview the now hugging contestants.

“I fucking told you....” Rebecca laughed for the last time that night. “I told you I was gonna punish you. I hope you remember that one for a looong time.”

“Oh my god, fuck yeah. Jesus.” Kelsey swore, nuzzling her opponent's tanned, glistening chest. . “That was amazing and I'm totally gonna win next time, you hear me.”

“Whatever you say, loser.”

The two flashed broad grins until Flor signaled that they were no longer recording. Relieved of duty, the pair of sophomores reverted back into their vanilla life identities, once again Kathy Liu and Samantha Gaines.

“Soooo”

“That was amazing and we're gonna make soooo much fucking money off of this. Just disgusting, 'Scrooge McDuck in the gold coin pool' amounts of money.” She beamed, mascara still running down her face. “Just.... everything about that was ... wow... yikes.” She finally said, at a loss for more eloquent words.

Her gaze, once settled, drifted towards their quartet's shorter members. “Flor, Hanna, are you two ready to go?”

The pair stared at each other and smiled, answering without words.

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