Salt Forged Stories

Content Warning: NSFW – Explicit, consensual, competitive sex, violence, and nudity. All at the same time.

(It’s wet MMA in Beat, Prey Love. Come on now. Be fr.)

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The phone alarm rang and the two women circled, styles evident in their stances: Monica Tides watched the sultry streamer martial artist bounce on her toes, light and nimble in her kickboxing stance while she herself fell back into her typically wrestling stance: a light crouch with open hands ready to drag whatever she could grasp down to the mat. Calamity Jade wore a skimpy jade-green tube top that clung precariously to her full chest, a scandalously short black pleated skirt, striped thigh-high socks modified into martial arts instep guards by cutting out the toes and heel on each sock, and green and black half-finger MMA gloves. It was—as she promised—exactly what “hot, sultry streamer martial artist” entailed. Her taller opponent had split the difference between surfer, and wrestler, sporting a one-piece 'lifeguard' style swimsuit that accentuated her impressive figure, and sky blue MMA gloves.

The 5'10 orange-haired streamer pawed at her taller, broader, more muscular opponent, while Monica tested her footing and spacing, still adapting to the transition from wrestling mats to MMA cage. Calamity Jade picked her targets over the first 45 seconds of their bout, sniping at her friend's head and chest and legs with stinging punches and kicks thrown from odd angles and with unconventional timing. Monica fired back but landed only occasionally, showing natural talent for timing a straight right cross but little of the knowledge necessary to land it consistently or turn it from a useful tool into a dangerous weapon.

The mellow surfer longed to bring the fight to the ground where her superior strength and tenacity experience could turn this loud mouthed streamer into a compliant kitten, but her friend recognized her strategy too and anticipated each time the promising grappler shot forward to grab her. Calamity Jade escaped back towards the center of the cage each time, controlling the distance and timing of their exchanges with superior footwork and timing and taunting her friend at each possible opportunity.

“Ouch, that one looked like it hurt. You know, with a name like Monica Tides I thought you'd be more 'wet and wild.' Instead you're more like... 'soggy and sad.' At least you brought punching bags.” The grinning vixen punctuated her insult with two light punches and a well aimed push kick that flattened her opponent's breast. The blonde finally gave ground, taking a step back to swear and press a hand to her heaving chest.

“Fuck, OK that one actually fucking hurt” the buxom blonde admitted, adjusting her swimsuit.

“Keep up or lay down, loser.” Calamity Jade mocked, fully leaning into the heel persona she'd established as a streamer. Kathy Liu could encourage her friends off camera; Calamity Jade was an asshole to her opponents and audience.

“I'm gonna lay you down” Monica growled, crouching into another wrestling shot. She made contact this time, bullying the streamer backwards into the cage. They held together for a moment, sweating, panting, pressed together, breasts squished against each other.

“Having fun yet?” Jade teased.

“Working on it.” Monica said. The easygoing surfer felt the rising tension in her body. This was a fight and she refused to lose.

An arm around the back of Jade's head wasn't a bad place to start, especially when the position let her soften up her opponent's side with short punches, but she wouldn't win this in the clinch. The surfer-turned-wrestler went for a headlock, then tried whipping the slender woman to the mat courtesy of an arm around her leg, and succeeded at neither as the orange-haired streamer nibbled on her ear and then fondled her before threatening to pull her swimsuit strap off her shoulder. The reaction came as a relative shock; she instinctively reached for her own clothing and inadvertently let Calamity Jade escape again.

The Asian-American woman grinned as she retreated, a Cheshire cat in striped socks and exaggerated e-girl makeup. Monica had intended to wrestle this woman into compliance and then produce the lewd sparks that made these kinds of matches famous, but here Calamity Jade had employed it as a defense to that wrestling. Monica had dumped bigger women (and men) than Jade on their back from worse positions than she'd had with her friend, but she struggled to remember anyone ever trying to pull her breasts free of her top as a defense.

“Oh cooome on, Monica!” the curvy streamer protested, balling her fists and pouting. “Keeping those water balloons covered is a crime against humanity. Let the girls breathe!”

“That's not fair. You reached for my top!” The lightly tanned blonde blushed. Yes, she was well endowed, and yes, she'd come to enjoy stares and compliments, but her opponent had a year's experience mixing sex and fighting that Monica simply didn't, a year to get used to being hit on while fighting.

“Boo-hoo, loser. If you were afraid to put the girls on display who should have stuck to wrestling meets. This is Beat, Prey, Love; if you can't do all three of those, someone's gonna do all three of them to you.” She bit her lip as if savoring the thought. Her dyed orange hair nearly matched the exaggerated blush applied across her nose and cheeks, as if mimicking the look of a stuffy nose.

Jade 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 the bright green thong beneath her skirt. Calamity Jade insisted on reminding everyone of her curvy ass and thighs whenever possible. Unwilling to ever surrender, Monica Tides 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 her engage on her terms. And kicking her.

On the other hand, getting struck at all was still an unfamiliar sensation for the decorated collegiate wrestler. Calamity Jade was shorter than she was, but lithe and experienced at using all of her tall, lithe frame to harass opponents and maintain distance. Each thudding kick Monica ate or partially blocked was a lesson on how not to approach safely. She needed to learn fast. Three and a half minutes in, the lightly tanned surfer hadn't managed much more than a frustrating string of thwarted takedowns and a growing collection of small bruises. It wasn't dramatic or devastating, but she was clearly, slowly losing to a shorter, smaller college student who spent her time outside of class half-dressed, flirting with an online audience who watched her play video games. Monica Tides rejected the possibility of defeat.

“Hey Laguna Bitch, why don't you go ask Daddy to buy you a win, huh?” Jade sneered, landing another stiff kick from farther away than Monica Tides though possible.

“Why don't you ask your simps to buy you a better personality?” Monica asked, voice sounding every bit like a surfer. “Fucking e-girl.”

Calamity Jade's collegiate classmate understood why a dozen other streamers and minor celebrities had openly campaigned to fight her in real life: the curvy Chinese-American woman employed her natural beauty and wit to craft the most obnoxious, anodyne persona possible, as if a focus group had been hired to maximize “punchability.” Unfortunately, their lopsided first round had also explained why the salacious streamer claimed a 2-0 record against the people who'd called her out online so far. But Monica knew herself and her strengths too well to give up. She knew the foul-mouthed provocateur had flaws. The collegiate wrestler just needed her moment to exploit them.

Near the end of the first round, the lithe 5'10 streamer finally made the mistake Monica needed. Her kick caught the statuesque wrestler on the shoulder and didn't dissuade the blonde's straight right hand response. The punch landed flush and Monica Tides dove straight into a double leg takedown. They crashed into the cage wall behind Jade, 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. Jade again sought to trade her position for Monica's clothing. This time the blonde didn't mind. She hauled the orange-haired streamer off her feet with a satisfied grunt and planted her onto the canvas. They landed with a thud and Jade—now pinned beneath the voluptuous blonde—regretted tugging on her friend's top.

“Grooooosss! Why are your giant tits so sweaty?” Jade yelled, halfway buried under Monica Tides's massive bust.

“Welcome to high tide, asshole.” Monica said after taking a second to try and come up with something cool to say.

Monica Tides stayed on top of their pile, grinding her 5'10” frame into Jade's body. She pushed her forearms, knees, and shoulders into the pale redhead, relenting only to throw an insult or a punch. Jade halfway escaped before Monica dragged her back to the mat, ecstatic to finally show off her championship-winning grappling acumen. The tall, athletic blonde pinned her quarry easy, but a pin wouldn't win anything here. She felt the kittenish streamer shift position, infuriating smile still plastered on her face.

“You know, they say it’s only gay if you make eye contact. Congrats; you're a lesbian.”

“Dude, that's totes 'bisexual erasure.' Not cool, bitch.” Monica Tides pressed the woman's chest down, first on accident, then harder when she saw Jade bite her lip in response. The Jiu Jitsu purple-belt worked some of her magic and attempted another escape. When Monica flatted her onto her back again she looped her arms around the athletic wrestler and offered her first bit of advice as Kathy Liu, not Calamity Jade, since they'd started.

“Less bulldozer, more kissing, champ.” The college sophomore whispered. “You're not trying to win a meet, you're trying to fuck me on camera, remember?”

Monica Tides 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 Calamity Jade, 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 lithe, curvy 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.

Monica caught her friend's attempted escape and smiled down at the curvy college sophomore. “Nu-uh. You're not getting away that easily.” She shifted until she sat heavily on Kathy's waist. “Dude, you had soooooo much to say about my girls. Are you jelly? Why don't I introduce you to 'em?”

Monica Tides put her all into the effort: stretching out to her full height, grapevining the streamer's legs, and pinning Jade's wrists above her head left Calamity Jade with nowhere to go and nothing to do but suffer in her squishy, sweaty prison. She offered helpless, muffled protests and dragged her tongue eagerly across her friend's heaving bust. The sensation lit something erotic in the bigger wrestler. Jade's moans, whimpers, and feeble twitches made the big, athletic college sophomore feel powerful, desired, and totally in control. She wanted more of this. Monica lost track of which gasps belonged to which woman as she ground her chest back and forth against the streamer's freckled face. Warmth burned between her thighs and caught her unexpectedly. Was she going to cum from just this? She couldn't. Could she?

“You still there, Shamu?” Calamity Jade teased, and Monica realized that she'd zoned out shortly before the salacious streamer used one newly freed arm to roll them both over. She lay on her back now, thighs on either side of the MMA fighter's waist. The decorated wrestler looked up and saw her friend red-faced and panting. Monica recognized the lust in her stare. They were both into this.

Calamity Jade put her own grappling acumen to work, methodically advancing her position in ways the collegiate wrestler couldn't unwind until the streamer's practiced hand slipped between her opponent's thighs and applied a sweet pressure. Monica Tides' bikini bottoms offered no resistance to Jade's affection, and her lewd gasp came as a surprise to her and and her opponent,

“Ooooh, someone's already wet. Did smothering me get you going? I'll keep playing with you as long as you want.”

Monica Tides 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 the basics of wet martial arts, but getting fingered through your bottoms on camera was more jarring than Monica Tides had prepared for. Her body moved to the rhythm of Jade's fingers. Her thighs clamped shut like a bear trap to buy her some time to think. She was bigger, broader, more muscular, more athletic, more well endowed, and a more experienced wrestler. But her friend's purple belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and penchant for lewd competition threatened to neutralize all of those advantages.

“F-Fuck you.” Monica whimpered as the busty streamer kissed her neck and chest before slipping to one side and running her practiced hand down Monica'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 Monica. Put those big muscles to use, arch your back, and sing for me.” Jade cackled, enjoying the sloppy sounds of her fingers slipping in and out of her athletic friend.

Monica swore loudly, trying to hide her gasps, but it was true: pinning and smothering the helpless Jade beneath her had pushed towards her own climax. Now that their positions had nearly flipped, Jade practiced fingers caressed and teased her sensitive sex and dragged her towards her own tantalizing orgasm. She'd enjoyed plenty of her own and had coaxed more out of eager lovers from the university and beyond. 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 Digital Arts and Marketing double major to change position each time. But her friend's hand never strayed far from Monica's hot, needy sex. Jade's fingers danced along her lips, with practiced ease and Monica barely recognized the desperate whimpering, and breathy expletives she produced. She was about to lose and it felt amazing. Her toes curled and her body tensed and hips humped in search of stronger sensation. And when she finally, finally couldn't take it anymore she...

Heard the alarm. Monica Tides 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 fighting—losing—against her East Asian college friend. Jade slowly pulled away and Monica realized that her breasts had both escaped her swimsuit. Beyond that she was 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.

“If you're tired, just sandbag a little and I'll fuck you for the finish, kay?” Calamity Jade yelled as she walked back to her corner of the cage. “Just tell me what position you want to cum in.”

Monica Tides answered with a raised middle finger a short, defiant taunt. 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. Calamity Jade 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. But Samantha Gaines wasn't a loser, and neither was her on camera Beat, Prey, Love persona. Monica Tides needed only to adjust her approach.

There was no doubt who held the lead as the 2nd round of their MMA match started: Jade was excited, fully dressed and mostly unmarred save smeared makeup and light bruising. By contrast, Monica Tides looked like she'd been in a fight: 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.

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

“And you're about to be a really wet wrestling dummy.” The blonde growled, recoiling.

The explicit streamer fell back on the same variety of long strike that'd won her the first round, long, stabbing, scything kicks and punches that afforded her time and space to keep out of the bigger girl's hands. On more than one occasion, Monica Tides thought she had a read on the spacing or timing, only to end up with Calamity Jade's shin ramming into her side. The worst on a mistimed shot that brought her low enough for Jade's pale shin to catch her on the cheek. She'd briefly lost her footing that time, forced to scramble back to her feet. She landed her own jabs and straights, but with none of the frequency Jade managed. When Jade's shin came out of nowhere and careened into Monica's cheek, she understood the difference in their striking acumen. But Monica had learned from the pain of the first round.

In an exchange midway through the round, Monica Tides threw a barrage of punches, expecting the nimble kickboxer to slide away. She did, right into the corner of the cage the surfer had guided her into. With nowhere to run to, the takedown Monica completed was the easiest one she'd hit all week. She blasted through the streamer's token resistance and tripped her to the canvas before landing on her.

Her opponent recovered admirably, shifting and scooting to keep Monica Tides from flattening her completely. But Monica proved up to the task, pressing her toned frame against her friend's renewed efforts to dominate the shorter, slimmer woman. Jade's momentary escape only made it easier for the formerly easygoing wrestler to haul her off the canvas before slamming her with a suplex that shook the cage.

Calamity Jade swore aloud as Monica Tides went about the task of turning her competition into compliance. The surfer pinned the streamer, greedily kissing her neck and chest when Jade didn't offer up her mouth. Arousal pooled between her thighs as she dominated the smaller woman. Monica felt hot as a stove, electric like a socket. Every sensation felt different than wrestling for her college team. She'd never wanted to fuck an opponent there on the mat. With any luck, come practice on Monday she wouldn't want to anymore. But right now, in this cage, she wanted to hear this woman purr and whimper and beg Monica to fuck her right there and then.

“This is totes getting boring. Stop struggling and just ride the waves, Jade.” Monica enjoyed getting to taunt her friend for a change, before leaning in to whisper something only her friend would hear.

“Fuck. Yes.” Came the eagerly whispered reply.

But if Monica couldn't just give up, neither would the woman who'd devised this entire event. Monica slipped her hand between the streamer's swampy thighs and found hot, eager lips. Jade's loud, lewd moan and arched back were enough to almost bring Monica to orgasm. Eroticism came stunningly easy to the smaller woman. But when Jade found herself, she clamped her thighs around Monica's arms and slowly, gradually finally reasserted a modicum of control over the situation. Monica Tides didn't even know she'd opened herself up to being swept onto her back until the pair rolled her over. Her friend now sat on her chest, makeup smeared, hair disheveled, and biting her lip like she'd already gotten off to fantasies of this exact moment.

“This has been fun, girly” Jade grinned, flashing a peace sign at the blonde, framing Monica's face with her thighs. “But I think we're juuuuuuust, 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 lick me, cause you suck and I don't.” She giggled, covering her mouth in an act of fake modesty. “You're a big, brawny, busty loooooooser”

Monica Tides was strong, even for a 6'2” woman, but Jade sitting on her shoulders was more weight than even she could lift without leverage. She'd let her advantage slip away and found herself increasingly ready and willing to be used by her smaller, more famous friend. Jade sat fully on her face, their lips touching, and Monica could smell and taste her steamy sex even now. 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 long moment. But competition was a hard thing to discard. She was too enamored with fighting until she couldn't, with the way her other lovers eased into letting her dominate them, with the gasps and shudders she'd elicited from Jade earlier. She pushed the sneering streamer forward and off of her, rolling over a moment later. She could still taste Jade's sex on her tongue, still feel her friend's sticky arousal on her face as she grabbed her mouthguard and staggered back to her feet. She surged towards the streamer and grounded her again, too late to accomplish anything further before the round ended. Monica turned her head as she headed back to her own corner and watched her opponent limp slightly, lacking the haughty superiority she'd brought into the round.

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