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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 12, 2018 20:42:38 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade It’s messy and violent. If you throw in some hot ass or something, that’s literally every box ticked. Nodding as she stared at a sign that read ‘Paintball signups here’, while this was the kind of activity that Monica Murasaki had never before this moment considered she could use as a pastime, when confronted with the noble art of shooting each other with splattering capsules the Latina could not believe that such a sport had eluded her thus far. A girl who loved the subtle science that was leaving a nice heavy mark on others in both a figurative but far more pertinent to this example a literal sense, in all honesty the way she had been slinging globs of ink should have been a dead giveaway to her that she should dive head first into this activity, but then she was more used to deadly rather than delightful gunfire where she grew up. They’re pretty much asking me to just show up and go crazy with the shooty splat guns. How can I ignore this golden opportunity to raise hell? Not the type to skip along gleefully but certainly the simple promise of hardcore paint related violence the kind of humble temptation that the violet eyed vixen would have been rather disgusted with herself if she could ignore, with her hands stuffed into the cut off jean shorts she was wearing and ass swaying as she so loved it to as she swaggered along to get her slice of the action, with this item she wore a black mesh shirt and knee high leather boots that the girl was certain to get rather mussed up in the upcoming battle. This a bit of a problem really since they were her favourite pair, it was perhaps a subtle hope of the girl that she could at least put on some army boots or something before the contest, otherwise the base would be getting a lofty bill for cleaning that was for damn sure. “Yo yo, Monica Murasaki signing up for your next round… Not fussed what it is, as long as I get some people good and wet~” Marching up to the desk where it appeared that sign ups were being taken for the next run of the old paint game without a concern for anyone who had actually bothered to queue up for things or anything like that, after shooting a couple of sharp glares toward people who tutted or shook their head at her perceived rudeness, the mocha mistress slammed her hand on the countertop and pretty much demanded her entry into proceedings. Let’s get this show on the road, eh? After all, not one to let foolish notions like social decency or good manners to get in the way of her having a good time, Miss Murasaki drummed her fingers excitedly as she waited for the clerks reply, assuming the blinking and bewildered expression that she was receiving was because this fool had never seen a beauty as fine as she was. It wasn’t, her good looks aside, but isn’t it nice she has such high degrees of self esteem? MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Kanna Kusanagi on Sept 12, 2018 21:32:41 GMT -4
[googlefont="Pathway Gothic One"] | BINARY HEART ALONE IN THE CROWD TAG | OUTFIT | WORDS 510 | NOTES Blah |
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Kanna didn't always play paintball... But when she did, she played to win. Not that she ever played a game in any other way, that video gamer mindset stuck with her at the mere thought of competitive play, bringing out smack talk bordering on toxicity, a fierce desire never to lose, and an unyielding pride forbidding her from cheating. She'd come back to the paintball arena without anybody from school around, just to see how well she might hold her own against either soldiers or hopeful recruits. Clad in the blue and white, Yuuei colored sportswear, the blonde brazenly bared most of her tattooed skin, as well as the sensual shapeliness of her toned, pear figure; those tight bike shorts shamelessly hugging her peachy behind far too tightly, leaving little to imagination. Nope, she obviously didn't care if people looked, simply sitting in line with a bored look on her face, hand on her hip as she looked around for something, anything that might catch her attention. Which she did eventually, but not for a good reason. Instead of spotting anything interesting, the blonde saw something that made her brow twitch. She crossed her arms, looking at the sassy dark skinned chick who walked past everyone in line like she owned the place and asked to register. Sure, Kanna hated waiting in line too, and for all her antisocial nature, she had just enough respect for simple rules even an idiot can follow: If one person gets to skip ahead, suddenly everyone wants the same treatment until everything turns to a fucking brawl.
Clicking her tongue, Kanna had only one question in mind as she looked at the girl in hotpants: What's up this bitch, where does get off cutting in line? Naturally, once someone does something so douchy as skipping ahead of everyone, everyone notices and everyone starts talking... And most of the times, nobody says a damn thing even though they're all thinking it. The whispering annoyed Kanna but she paid it no mind and simply said what everyone else thought: "Get your ass back in line.", she commanded, frowning and pointing her thumb back to the end of the line. Perhaps the only one around to look at the attractive woman's eyes instead of her ass, at least, assuming she turned around, with a look of cold annoyance in her jade eyes. All these army boys and none of them has the stones to speak up against one lone, self entitled bitch. That intimidated by her huh? Kanna couldn't see the reason why, even if she guessed why they held their peace. Annoyed as they may feel, they'd much rather have that woman in front of them than behind her. She couldn't really blame them for that, but no matter how easy on the eyes, Kanna wasn't gonna let anybody cut ahead of her. The sooner she turned around and walked back to the end of the line where she should be, the sooner they could all go back to fantasizing about shooting each other full of ink. You know, the important stuff.
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 12, 2018 21:59:55 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade “Eh? What’s that?” It taking a moment or two for Miss Murasaki to even realize that whoever was yapping from behind was actually speaking to her, after a couple of seconds of indifferent lingering the girl at the front of the queue turned around, more out of simple curiosity to see who had the brass tacks to challenge her than anything. Who does this bad dye job think she is? Obviously the culprit quite an easy mark to figure out really when one considered the girly nature of her voice, the dead giveaway to the situation other than the fact that pretty much everyone behind the Brazillian firecracker seemed to be masculine was the stink eye that some stuck up looking white girl seemed to be giving her. A messy little birds nest on her head and dressed in clothing that she seemed to have sprayed onto herself from a can this morning, Monica sized her foe up quickly and rolled her eyes before turning back to the counter and making no real motion to leave her spot by even a single inch. “Well, I’d say I’d be speakin’ for everyone here when I say my ass is a much better view than this countertop, so I think I’ll stay and let y’all just enjoy the view~” Shaking her head and then chuckling to herself at the very notion of skipping to the back of the queue like some kind of scalded dog, as the scornful laughter of Miss Murasaki died down she looked over her shoulder and licked the purple colour on her lips softly, looking across the crowd as she revealed her stubbornness vocally and then wiggled her rear as a little icing on that verbal cake. Knowing how good she looked and sure that everyone else did, while perhaps she was acting a little bit bratty the master of sass and ass felt no intention of backing down, especially for a stuck up little girl like this. However, she also couldn’t resist the urge to jab at her fellow femme a little either. “Don’t let this girl spoil the view boys, pay no attention, she’s just jealous cause I got it and she wants it~” Shaking her head and then blowing the blonde a playful kiss to the crowd, Monica spoke to the line of soldiers like the brat among them wasn’t even there, wanting to impress upon the youngster just how far out of her depth she had tried to reach. There a certain standing to ghetto girls and the violet eyed vixen clearly thinking she stood way ahead in this pecking order than this bossy blonde, regardless of how sexy her ink was, if the brat couldn’t offer up a little respect for hot mama like herself she was going to be in for a rough ride… MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Kanna Kusanagi on Sept 13, 2018 7:18:34 GMT -4
[googlefont="Pathway Gothic One"] | BINARY HEART ALONE IN THE CROWD TAG | OUTFIT | WORDS 510 | NOTES Blah |
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... And cue snarky comment. Kanna already expected it considering the gall of this chick, and didn't really give a fuck. She spoke her mind regardless of what idiots around her thought of it, and that included her. Especially her in this case.
"You heard me.", she asserted, bringing one hand to her hip, staring the woman down, sizing her up. When little miss butt day, actually turned around to reply though, Kanna immediately returned the eye roll...
Seriously...? Does she really think she own this fucking place? Coming into a military base in unpractical rags like that just to show off her body, seriously, she actually made the equally immodest Kanna seem practical with her choice of sportswear: "I dont give a flying fuck about the view, get that fat ass back in line.", retorted the tattooed hacker, narrowing her eyes glaring into the sassy woman's, undeterred by her confidence or even her sex appeal. Clearly Kanna wasn't about to spend any extra seconds waiting for anybody else, even if that wriggling of her ass did draw her gaze downwards for the briefest instants. Not really bad to look at, but in the end she groaned and rolled not so much her eyes but her whole head, running her hand beside her neck as a girl might glip her hair, "Please, like you're anything special. Ain't nothing to get so full of yourself over." Her charm worked on the men, but then again, everything does. Not that the blonde even expected or wanted any of them to grow a fucking pair and speak up, but seeing her completely ignore the a simple queue annoyed her, enough to growl and step out of line in turn. With a confident stride, she'd walk up to the counter next to the sassy dark chick: She'd shove her way beside her, hip bumping against the dark girl's as she carved out her own space without a care in the world, also leaning over the counter and looking at her out the corner of her eye: "See, problem with skipping line is... Two can play that game.", she'd glare, unperturbed the lack of personal space or how the woman might pick up the lingering scent of peaches from Kanna's earlier electronic cigarette smoke. With a small enough window for the counter though, she'd really have to fight for that space, against the firm softness of the sassy woman's lower body, "Kanna Kusanagi signing up for next round. One way or another imma feel like shooting people real soon... So you better hurry."
She'd keep her legs sufficiently spaced out for an even footing, already predicting her to keep acting like a total bitch and try to push her away... For the men behind them though, it soon became clear Kanna had every reason to challenge this girl in a battle for callipygian supremacy. With wide, womanly hips and a perky, shapely bubble butt - clad in skintight shorts leaving little to imagination - none of them actually said a word the very moment they had not one but two supple, strong willed girls cutting in line and leaning into the counter
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 13, 2018 9:36:46 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade “Aw, baby don’t let that jealousy over your own bony white girl ass ruin these boys time~” Not particularly offended by having the scale of her bubble butt criticized given the fact that where she came from big was often better, with another little chuckle the Rio Chica couldn’t resist the urge to sway her rump from side to side teasingly, like she was showing off a prize or something. “Wahahahaa… I suppose the girl who feels the need to spray on her clothing to get attention is the expert on trying to show off what she thinks is special, ain’t she?” Not even perturbed by the fact that the blonde seemed to next call her delightful derriere ‘nothing special’, while some might have been offended by such a jab it hardly seemed to affect the confidence of Miss Murasaki, but still she wasn’t the type to back down or let someone else have the last word. Laughing off the jibe and then using some of her own observations in return, this wasn’t about the pride she had in her appearance really, the violet eyed vixen just wanted to reinforce the fact that she was dealing with an attitude queen, not the timid children she looked like she was used to dealing with. However, it seemed things would only escalate from here. “Hey, mind your skinny ass, bitch!” Treating the cocky teen like little more than a trifling amusement up to this point but feeling a little bit more fire in her belly when the dye job marched right up beside her and seemingly nudged her away from the counter to take her spot, while Monica was happy to slip around and take an available opportunity herself, this was a declaration of war. This stuck up and stubborn little girl thinking she could beat the Brazillian beauty at her own game? Well, it was time to stop playing nice, that was for sure. “Seems like you think you’re hot shit baby doll, but I’ve got news for you, you’re only one of those things and it ain’t the first!” Shaking her hair our and grimacing a bit as she grabbed the edge of the counter and returned the effort to jostle for the position in kind, as the surprised clerk watched looked on a battle begun that those behind the pair would have recognised to be a mesmerising dance of supremacy between rather lovely looking rears. “Now, get the fuck outta my way, Chicklet, before Mama starts to get angry!” This other girl perhaps someone that if her pride wasn’t on the line a person she might recognise for her backside rasslin’ skills, to an extent she was surprised that given her own skill in combat generally she couldn’t overpower the rump of this stranger easily, but that was nothing she would be able to admit right now. Hips grinding against one another as Miss Murasaki refused to give an inch to this young pretender to the crown of battlefield booty queen, with the leverage that her grip on the counter provided the short but able girl spread her feet a little wider and pushed against the blondes behind forcefully, not even caring particularly if she spent the girl sprawling across the floor and kinda hoped she did in fact do just that… MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Kanna Kusanagi on Sept 13, 2018 13:38:22 GMT -4
[googlefont="Pathway Gothic One"] | BINARY HEART ALONE IN THE CROWD TAG | OUTFIT | WORDS 550 | NOTES Blah |
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The Brazilian woman's retort earned nothing but a chortle from the blonde, a reaction filled with scornful amusement: "Says the hypocrite wearing rags and wiggling her ass at horny soldiers.", laughed the blonde, amused at the woman's ironically moralistic comments on this subject. Kanna couldn't help but scoff as she called her out, narrowing her eyes, "Guess you know all about getting attention and showing off, but that's all you can do." Indeed, Kanna saw this woman as all flair and no fuss, encouraging the decision to prove it. More than simply talking, she actually enjoyed taking the fight to her opponent, challenging that unjustified smugness with far greater delight than she'd admit. Only the woman still stood her ground as butts collided with pride on the line: "Oh, I'm minding it alright.", standing her ground, Kanna pushed back until her well rounded rear squished against her foe's, stretching the confines of her shorts in an eye catching display as she gripped the counter and steadied her stance, "...Coming from you and your shit taste, I'll take that as a compliment." When the woman pushed back, Kanna grit her teeth and scowled. She may think she owned the whole place, but little did she know Kanna had trained in martial arts... And does martial arts have to do with a butt battle like this? With a stance firm yet flexible, she kept her knees bent just enough to absorb the push from the shorter woman's succulent rump: "You aint my momma bitch, go find a pole if you wanna shake it that bad.", growled the blonde, jade green eyes not peeling away from the other's woman's for a second, while unleashing a strong enough counter to knock her off balance, "Out here, you gonna get a faceful of dirt and ink before you know it." To Monica, pushing Kanna's butt would feel like doing it to a punching bag: The blonde's hips swayed almost gracefully as she took the thust of the other girl's derriere, swinging away, and suddenly recoiling back around, colliding with her with full force... For a glorious impact of soft, mutually rippling ass flesh, returning all of the shorter woman's strength and some extra: More than enough to knock an unwary, conceited foe off balance with the trained, powerful motion of hips and shifting weight only a trained fighter could pull off.
She giveth an inch, but then taketh away. Smirking at the delightful impact, Kanna expected to knock away her foe, but on some deep level, she actually respected the woman's will the longer she too stood her ground. Yet Monica was also annoying - far too annoying for Kanna to even recognize that or anything remotely attractive about her. All she thought about was ending up face to face with her on the battlefield and giving her a brand new paint job. For now though, she'd settle her for knocking her on that fat ass she seemed all too glad to show off... "You're both registered, now get outta here and let everyone else do it.", interrupted the annoyed clerk, all too obviously pissed only by his inability to see what they were actually doing behind the counter. The men behind the girls, however, promptly expressed their frustration for the possible end of the butt battle, and Kanna was sure she heard somebody say "catfight". As if! No way this chick had any chance if the blonde went serious, all she cared about was showing off!
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 13, 2018 20:34:23 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade “Ehhhh, is that something you’d like to see eh? I suppose I can’t blame ya, I’d look damn good hangin' from a pole~” Disappointed to discover that her attempted to dislodge this clingy bitch from a position at the desk had come to naught, it would have been a sign of weakness for Miss Murasaki to show such dissatisfaction in her expression or tone, so instead she just kept up her flippant attitude and continued to grapple the girl with her mid-most portion. Giving up a good few inches in height to this haughty little princess, naturally the lack of stature made a difference that would be hard to deny, even if the violet eyed vixen would never admit it. Ink? Says she, if she isn’t careful she’ll be eating a trough of thick, black… The comment that the lanky blonde made inspiring a small physical reaction from the shorter competitor, as she thought about the substance she could produce the Brazillian battler felt that dark, oil-like matter begin to stain her forearms instinctively, with thread-like strands of her quirk-birthed fluid beginning to raise like hairs or tiny little tentacles. However, as she considered the matter, she stopped that in its tracks. No, I can do this without my quirk. The win will feel better if it’s on equal terms, so unless this cocky little challenger pulls out her own, I won’t use mine. Reminding herself mentally that there would be no ‘prize’ in her victory if she needed to cheat to win, with her pride on the line there was no real option of employing the more unnatural gifts that Miss Murasaki been given unless she was using it to answer the action of the girl at her side deciding to take things to the next level. Feeling a weird sense of integrity and honour and almost not wanting to ruin this game by using an offensive a snot nosed brat like this would be overwhelmed by, as quickly as her ink gathered the ghetto girl absorbed it again and focused on subduing her competitor with her body and sassy wit alone. However, it appeared that such a task would not be easy. “Oho!? Really determined to emulate me aren’t ya? Shaking your ass at these soldiers just because you saw me doing it…” Letting out a little gasp as the little rump feint that the admittedly feisty fellow female she was fighting employed to make her lose a little balance, the long nails of the Brazillian beauty dug deeply into the counter as she felt her form rocked by a powerhouse strike to her hip, shifting her outside foot to stop herself falling but doing her best to remain unaffected in her attitude by the experience. No longer even listening to what the clerk was saying as all that seemed to matter right now was the battle she was in, the violet eyes of the Rio girl shone with fire and had she been able to be honest she might have even admitted she was enjoying what was going on, and from the sounds of the crowd she was not the only one. Two can play at that little game Chica~ Unable to repress a small smirk that formed on her face as she continued to battle the blonde with only the strength of her curvy booty at her disposal, while she gave up some reach and power in this contest, there was some value in being small as well. I'm sure everyone will be staring at you, at least while they lau Using the little feint that her opponent had demonstrated as inspiration while the war of ass continued, if pushing wasn’t working then Monica opted to try pulling a little and beat a tactical retreat suddenly in order to throw the balance of her rival off, bending at the knees and hips as she did so and then following up by twisting and lifting her rump back up sharply, unleashing an ‘uppercut’ from her buns as she hoped to outmanoeuvre her opponent in this coarse but childish game… @tag xxx. muse. some notes can go here. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Kanna Kusanagi on Sept 13, 2018 22:32:18 GMT -4
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"Wow, any excuse works to dangle from a pole huh...? Sure, whatever rocks your boat I guess.", replied the indifferent blonde, shrugging without an ounce of concern. She kept her hands where they belonged though, right on that counter, gripping hard enough to get that extra leverage, everything she needed to hold firm. With the difference in height, she could lower her stance for added stability while still keeping her eye level above her foe's, looking down on her both literally and figuratively. She didn't even realize when a different emotion started butting back that nudging annoyance, and probably wouldn't even acknowledge how that smirk on her face meant a bit more than simply goading her foe. As bodacious booties squished and clashed in a battle for supremacy, they'd inevitably feel an underlying tone beneath all the firm padding... Kanna for one, would instinctively sense this as a sign of how the dark girl was indeed more than just all talk, enough that her fighting spirit would see her as an opponent worth conquering. One worth butting heads against time after time. With those eyes of jade firmly glued to her opponent's violet as vehemently as their sinuous hips, she scarcely took note of the black, excited tendrils betraying her Quirk, not as much as the taunting words coming from her plush lips: "Emulate...? Nah see...", her smirk widened into a confident grin, finally betraying a hint of amusement. Yes, standing up to this woman was fun, and perhaps on some level she knew it already. Seeing her gasp and grip harder onto the counter brought a nudge of satisfaction she couldn't really deny for once, as she rubbed in the hit with a good, long wiggle of her perky rear. Kanna wasn't dumb though, and thankfully her foe was nothing if not predictable. Focused and resolute, she knew the counter assault would come soon, but merely egged the woman on, "...I'm just doing it better~" At this point, the giddy gamer's will to win had all but taken over, she saw nothing but the dark girl, wanted nothing but seeing her defeated at her hands (or butt, rather). She admired the fire in the woman's eyes and returned in kind: Soon the crowd of horny soldiers fell into the background as the two stared each other down, juicy peaches grinding and pressing up together, without quarter. So when Monica pulled back, Kanna did the same: shifting her hips to the opposite direction, already knowing what would come. She had no chance of pulling back nearly as much, but when the dark haired girl came for the upperbutt, the blonde twisted her hips into the blow; bearing her weight down and into her as expansive bottoms again collided in a hypnotic fest of quivering flesh. The blonde huffed, grunted and narrowed her eyes as that colossal impact shook her whole body and lifted one foot off the ground, forcing her to grip harder on the counter, almost knocked off balance... Almost... "Mnnf...", she groaned, steadying her footing enough to remain upright, as fast as she could before bumping her butt right back on her opponent's, trying to get another quick hit in, hopefully before she too regained her balance, "Watch it there, you gonna fall over any minute now~..." A chuckle escaped her lips as she looked into her rival's eyes, wondering just how she might deal with this double tap... Against a woman this proud of her vulptous rump, the mere thought of beating her at her own supple game made Kanna all too willing to keep up their little bout, until a glistening sheen of sweat started adorning her smooth, tattooed skin...
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 14, 2018 21:05:17 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade She’s tougher than she looks… Must be that bony ass! Once again wobbling as her fine posterior was met with an opposing equal force that she didn’t expect, despite her determination to degrade the blonde bitch whom she was battling Monica couldn’t help but offer a tiny bit of mental respect. Made to stumble and once again relying on the way that her talons dug into the counter for support, the ghetto gal grunted with frustration but readied her reply. However it seemed the ‘round’ wasn’t over just yet. What is she doing? Tryna get her twerk on? The body of the bronze beauty rocked again by a second follow up, while she was impressed with the determination of the girl and her recovery speed, she had made a fatal mistake. Attacking so quickly after batting the booty of Miss Murasaki away from an uppercut, the bent knees of the Brazillian meant that she was riding low with her rear stuck out behind her so that as the horizontal strike was levied against her, it was an easy thing to dodge. “Bumps and now grindin’, you tryna get me back to your place, baby?” Drooping downward as she dug her nails into the counter firmly, the beauty of a short stature and low centre of gravity meant that Umbra could let the attack grind up her thrust out behind and glance harmlessly off it while leaving the package at the top of those lanky stalks vulnerable to being attacked from their base. She’d need to do better than that if she was ever going to have a hope of claiming anything close to a victory in this crude contest. “Cause I can tell ya, you’re not in the kiddy pool no more, Garota~ I only ride the best.” Chiding the youngster she was engaged in this vulgarity with and flashing a smile over her shoulder, the feisty favela femme embraced the words of Vale Tudo as she rammed her rear toward the back of the thighs of her challenger, making sure to get the most of her rotund rump beneath that of her opponent before trying something cut from a different cloth from her venomous uppercut. “Betcha ya’d love to see me do this against a nice smooth pole~” Biting her lip as she channelled every ounce of her Latina heritage as she unleashed the full might of her fleshy hindquarters in a strong but sharp lifting action, with her cheek practically resting on the countertop as she shot her ass as high into the air as she could, Monica was confident that the strength she had gained through free running and martial arts would be more than enough to left the heft of a woman a good few inches taller than her and send her hopelessly off balance. After all, all that Kanna could rely on to reply was the feeble efforts of gravity and that was something that the ravishing Rio native had become used to routinely rebelling against. An impressive battle plan, if only Miss Murasaki had put the same degree of thought and effort into her life decisions as she did this fervent booty battling, then the violet eyed vixen would have probably never fall into such ridiculous situations like this. Though on the other hand, where was the fun in that? MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Kanna Kusanagi on Sept 15, 2018 6:30:02 GMT -4
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"Pfft, keep dreaming, bitch...! ", scoffed the fiesty blonde, just as her swift follow up breezed past its mark, missing her opponent's well rounded mass as she went low in more ways than one, "Tch...! You gettin' way too cocky there."
With a hit so quick, Kanna thankfuly avoided the overcommitment that could have spelled an instant, humiliating defeat. Even then, she had to give credit where it was due, that low counter on the sassy chick's part defenitely deserved it. But her pretentious taunting was a different matter altogether:
"Then be thankful you aint my type... Cause I'd fucking ruin you.", with a fierce scowl as her teeth gritted, Kanna braced for impact even as she returned her opponent's crudeness and then some, fully placing herself among the 'best' she favored without a second thought. When that soft, pliable roundness squished against her toned thigh, Kanna held tighter to the counter as she used the woman's push to help shift her weight onto the opposite leg. Nonetheless, coping with this uneven stance brought her further into the counter, unable to truly bring bubbly booty down onto her foe's. Lifting her thigh, Kanna all but welcomed that expansive rump into the only position that might eventually benefit her, knowing resisting would likely knock her down... Or at least not completely screw her over. She saw only one real way for the sassy chick to exploit the sleazy position they found themselves in, and with a style of martial arts revolving around deflecting and redirecting force, she'd show her exactly who she was messing with: "Nah see, I know you gonna do it anyway, so no point blaming me.", she actually smirked at the image of the girl strutting her stuff around a pole, and most of all how she implied she'd only do it for the blonde to watch, "Excuses are really unattractive~" It got pretty hard keeping this confident grin when she actually had to fight for her position, which happened the moment that the spunky woman rose up beneath her rump. Leaning forward as such allowed her to bend her arms and scoot further in, huffing as she all but pressed her torso against the counter - in an attempt to dodge the lift. Yet the sassy bitch had a pretty good grip with that oversized keister, and when she actually pushed up, all Kanna could do was hold on. The not so unpleasant pressure of pliable butt pressing tightly together did indeed lift the blonde slightly off, but for the most part her forward leaning helped deflect much of the force past Kanna's behind in a jiggling display. While she was certainly off balance, Kanna had both the counter and her opponent for leverage, and with a returning, confident grin, went all in. She had her...! The moment one tiptoe gripped the ground, she uneleashed a final, mighty thrust of her hips, slamming her luscious tush backwards into her wide open foe's: "Checkmate...!", flaunting her own skills in martial arts, Kanna obviously excelled at sudden, unexpected shifts of hips with explosive behind them, a skill obviously essential to her ability to absorb a foe's energy and return it to them. Yet the excess force would cost her dearly.
Should she successfully dislodge her opponent from the counter, she'd have nothing to absorb the sheer force or her backward push, inevitably bringing the unbalanced Kanna right down alongside the woman... Or atop her... In the end they wouldn't have achieved much by way of proving any butt battling supremacy, yet the desire to defeat the sassy woman yet burned strong and relentless.
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 15, 2018 21:46:39 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade “Ah, must be why they suit you so much!” The verbal war between the two vixens as endless as the wrestling between their bouncing back ends, as the blonde called excuses ugly, Miss Murasaki whipped out a reply that was probably from the same sort of place as the fabled “So’s your face” method of put downs. However, her mind was on other things, so one could perhaps forgive her for that lack of creativity. “Cause damn, yo’ face looks like it broke off every branch of an ugly tree on the way down it!” Piping up with a second line in order to affirm the sentiment with a stronger showing, the favela femme shot a sharp eyed grin over her shoulder for a moment before letting her tough and confident expression turn into something that showed a little more dissatisfaction at the outcome her attack had received. Or lack thereof. This ain’t exactly how I like hot girls ridin’ me though… Inwardly frustrated because her plan appeared to meet with little success due to some crafty use of the forces of physics to achieve balance, it appeared that as the scrawny bitch used her behind like a bucking bronco the mind of Monica moved to a place she might never admit, albeit briefly. “Ya comfy back there, sugar plum? Cause it’s about to get bumpy!” Disappointed by the result but determined not to let it get the better of her, now the girl from Rio tried another move from the pole dancer playbook as she tried to shake the woman she had lifted off by rocking her hips up and down, which was unfortunately an experience that only exhausted her further and seemed to add very little to the chance she had at victory. Heavy ass bitch…! Not exactly a slouch in the field of fighting or physical activity and yet the fact that her legs were now supporting most of the weight of the both of them proving something of a draining disadvantage, through a clenched set of teeth breathing of the Brazilian grew weightier and her nostrils flared, both to provide her with further air and as an expression of the frustration she felt. Tiring just a touch but it enough to let the bad dye job launch a counteroffensive on her, with her lower limbs weakened by her gambit, the sudden explosion of power was more than the mocha mistress could bear and despite the way she tried to will her legs to stay strong, they began to buckle. I sure as shit ain’t goin’ down on my own! She’s comin’ down with me! Gritting her teeth firmly as the power seemed to so rapidly diminish, maybe it was a sense of pride or some reflexive act of strategy but Miss Murasaki sought to take advantage of the one thing she still had going for her; the fact that she was supporting the weight of her foe after the strike. Kicking her outermost boot out from under her with a swing of her hip and falling to one side as she snapped an arm underneath the other knee to keep it in place, she used herself like a slope in order to roll the weight of the blonde off her behind, not knowing whether the woman would have the speed of reflexes in order to react quickly enough to stop herself falling or not but hoping she didn’t. Never let ‘em revel in even the smallest victory, girl! Naturally the fact that she had slumped onto one knee a sign that she had lost but her sense of pride meaning that the worst outcome she could settle for was a draw, but would the laws that govern the universe be kind for her, or would Monica simply be left looking like some idiot on one knee, proposing from an invisible girl in front of her? MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Kanna Kusanagi on Sept 15, 2018 23:42:06 GMT -4
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"Wow, such clever wit, I feel so offended. What the hell will I do now?", replied the blonde, her tone deadpan yet not without that venomous hint of sarcasm, gibing at the sassy woman's intelligence after she mocked her appearance; finishing that string of verbal attacks with an accusing raise of an eyebrow, "What are you, a preschooler?" That said, any quips poking at her opponent's maturity hardly felt appropriate with the two of them locked in this boisterous, bumping battle of bubbly butts for no reason other than... Well, Kanna actually took a while to remember exactly why they were fighting beyond simple annoyance at her opponent's smugness, and a faint notion that on some level, she actually enjoyed facing someone so spirited. Perhaps even sitting on her as such, that... Really wasn't bad at all: "That all you got...? I've felt chairs wobble harder than this~", smirking tauntingly in that single moment when that thought crossed her mind, as she she adjusted her squishy rump side to side ever so softly under her foe's almost sensual bucking motions. Even with Kanna sitting on her, she still had these kind of moves? Not too shabby, and not really unattractive either. Maybe kinda hot actually, not that the blonde would admit this, let alone tell her - as she might have were this girl someone else. She wouldn't really have time to mull over where her innermost thoughts wandered, for this vulgar, peachy clash of pride would soon come crashing down without a clear victor. Kanna expected to savor a win for her, but after such a thorough loss of equilibrium from her final gamble, only her opponent's shapely rear actually provided some semblance of support... And when the south american's leg gave out, the blonde succumbed to gravity right after her: "Whoa..!", a helpless, wide eyed interjection escaped her lips, arms flailing in a last ditch attempt to grab hold of the counter, only to gasp as her hands promptly slipped loose, achieving nothing but flipping herself around on the way down. Her knee hit the ground first, making her hiss at the sharp pain as the rest of her body would soon follow.
Albeit unintentionally, she found herself a sassy, supple landing pad breaking her fall: Yup, Kanna would indeed roll... Not off the big booty bandit, but onto her, and soon with her. Thankfully for the saucy chick, Kanna wasn't nearly as heavy as she might have thought as their toned, sinuous bodies fell together, bringing the two far closer than either would have wanted. But in the desperate attempt to shield her face before hitting the ground, she wound up holding onto the woman's top and pulling her along. Aching grunts, hisses and ouches echoed through the painball area, the blonde's head span enough to lost track of how many full rotations they completed, grinding to a halt with one final butting of heads. Literally. Kanna winced in pain as the side of her head collided with her opponent's; no longer than it took her to process the pain had she glared at the girl beneath her, lashing out at the precieved cause of said agony: "Watch it bitch, what the hell?!", snapped the blonde, shoving the woman by the shoulders and thus pushing herself upright, one hand quickly going to that painful spot on the side of her head, wincing once more, "Fuuuuuck!!" Yes, Kanna had defenitely been the one falling on her. In her mind though, instead of taking that loss like she should have, the wannabe poledancer dragged the hacker down onto her; and now here they stood, a good few patches of dirt clinging to on their bruised, sweat glazed bodies and clothing. Despite finding herself on top as such, this hardly felt like a victory for her. They'd both fallen down at pretty much the same time, even if she could argue the woman's legs gave out first, they'd both eaten dirt simultaneously.
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 16, 2018 19:18:21 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade “Oi! Watch where you’re fallin’!” The plan of Miss Murasaki paying off for the most part as the shift of inertia seemed to bring the blonde down with her, while this was a success what the rowdy Rio native hadn’t anticipated was the effects of her fellow femmes flailing might draw her in, especially when the dumb die job went clawing for something to keep her steady. The interwoven threads of her mesh shirt of giving a slight ripping sound as the talons of her foe tore into it and making the rowdy Rio native wince, she was more annoyed than hurt but as the girls became entangled and rolled across the ground that was about to stop. “Get yo’ hands off me!” Yelling at the skank she was swirling with as their bodies were cast into an unintentional waltz horizontally across the ground, naturally the soldiers allowed the two women to continue on their path by parting like a tide, but as Monica tried to force her fellow femme away it only seemed to make the problem worse. This bitch definitely wants to go, doesn’t she? Thrashing against this golden garota and trying to shove her away, because of how ensnared they had become every time she tried to shove her rival off her body, it seemed to throw them into another roll, which only seemed to come to a halt when the heads of the girls came together and not in order to kiss and make up if that’s what you were thinking. “Ahhh, fuckin’ bitch…! Shit!” Wincing as the motion made her skull rattle against that of her opponent and feeling an instant and intense pain in her temple, perhaps had she clashed on the right side of Monica’s head than the hair of the mocha mistress might have cushioned the act a little, but no the hammer head blow landed on the other, exposed side. That probs gave me brain damage, hurts like a mother fucker! Pain radiating out from the site of the injury and feeling so deep that it felt like the bone beneath the flesh of the feisty youngster was throbbing with a wicked ache, she was sure to have a nice bump rising up from the spot in short course and this whole thing only made her ill temper worse. “What’s that thick skull made of? Fuckin’ iron? Watch that clumsy ass, pig!” Hissing angrily as she was left reeling from the pain and a little dazed, after the rolling rampage that the Brazilian and the blonde had been through, the former was left unsure of exactly what position they had ended up in really. “Unf!” However, as she was shoved backward and felt the hard, cold ground beneath her back, it was with a sense of imminent rage that the Latina realized she was on the bottom of this pairing. That wasn’t something to take lying down. “The hell you think you’re doin’? Filha da puta!” Gritting her teeth as she seethed at the fact that her accidental position might have implied some form of submission in the war that was going on and certainly not going to stand for that a second longer than she had to, after yelling a rather obscene remark in her native tongue that would probably be lost on the bitch, Miss Murasaki responded rather instinctively to throw an opponent off her. “Playtime’s over, for damn sure!” Perhaps those times she had spent training with Uncle Gil making her response a little bit too reflexive as she threw a wild haymaker punch at the cheek of her fellow female in order to dislodge her, while the fist of the favela girl wasn’t closed and so the hit would probably hurt a lot less than a ‘serious’ blow that the violet vixen could unleash might have, it was sure to string should it hit and probably leave a nasty mark for later on… MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Kanna Kusanagi on Sept 18, 2018 18:45:45 GMT -4
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"Stuck up cunt, like you're one to talk!", retorted Kanna, neither of them assuming even the slightest hint of the empathy for their mutual pain, each seeing nothing but a guilty party in the other woman. Thus, teach each rubbed their respective injuries, with the blonde caring little for the fact that she yet stood straddling her foe in a position that only seemed to draw more and more attention from the men, not while she bore most of her weight on her the girl in hotpants, peachy butt squishing visibly under the confines of her hotpants. Thus as the two winced and shouted insults at each other, they wouldn't take too long licking their wounds before escalating a conflict that might have come of as playful, even alluring before. Their respective wills yet clashed as fiercely as before, burning even hotter as they stared each other down with a vengeance. They'd sized each other up plenty in more ways than one, yet now it appeared the time for playfighting had finally come to an end as conflictuously as possible: "The fuck you just called me?!", scowled the woman, tilting her head; surely anybody could understand that was a probably not a compliment to another person's mother... And a potty mouth like Kanna obviously knew what those words meant, however, more so than the insults - which she could very easily shrug off - was her own anger at the woman. Anger she'd only inflame very soon by actually throwing a punch a the not so unsuspecting tattooed blonde, who'd been giving the girl underneath every last bit of her undivided attention. And thus when that wild right swing came for her face, Kanna reacted on pure reflex. In her martial arts classes, she'd been in this position far too many times, both mounting and the one being mounted on different occasions. Though she didn't exactly do it on purpose, that punch coming for her head brought the girl's left arm in its path, preventing the dark skinned chick from actually nailing her in the head. She grunted in pain, and then growled furiously at the impact, gritting her teeth and scowling at the foe. Immediately her whole body moved in unison, right arm grupping, coiling around and seizing the woman's own by the wrist, while her right leg sprung around as Kanna turned on her opponent's raised arm, stretching and quickly pinning her head down under the crook of her knee. At the end if the movement, she'd have shifted into a proper armbar, leaning her body back while her legs crossed over the opponent's chest, gripping and wrenching that limb back with both her arms: "Yeah, got that right...", Kanna snarled once more, twisting the arm sideways, pulling back until she heard a proper cry of pain, "Cause you got no idea who you fucking with.", in the end, this truly was the only kind of Brazilian Kanna could actually speak: Jiu Jitsu. As she moved quickly enough on the mounted foe, countering her wild punch as such made this submission nearly impossible to evade. Yet at the same time, someone evenly skilled in the same martial art could no doubt find herself some way of countering it. Though she knew not of Monica's own skills in martial arts, it would make no difference from this ferocious blonde who took on every opponent like the strongest she'd ever stood against. Her sweaty, toned thighs would clamp down relentlessly on the woman's arm and upper body, her arms pulling even harder than that, unwilling to let the chick go anytime soon. Maybe not even after she tapped out, she'd think about it when that actually happened, and at this point she cared little beyond inflicting pain. That said, she didn't really this fight as a threat on her life, as for all her instincts she reacted with Jiu Jitsu instead of Krav Maga. While visibly pissed, Kanna yet saw this equally ferocious bitch as an opponent to defeat and not a hated enemy, not as if they'd done anything to each other that they wouldn't do to anybody else. ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 19, 2018 10:28:37 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade “Unf!” Expressing her surprise more than anything as her anger fuelled strike seemed to get trapped by the blonde and then manipulated into a position that most would find more than a little uncomfortable, as she found herself being trapped into a nasty and practiced armbar that would have gotten quite agonizing should she have endured it, it was lucky for Miss Murasaki that she was quite used to being put in this position and naturally moved to counter it with the simplest start. More than just a bony ass bitch, are ya? Being trained in martial arts like Brazillian Jiujitsu and Vale Tudo by her big, strong uncle, the violet vixen was used to fighting against people who were bigger and stronger than she was and even in positions like this used the reflexive action she had learned from being trapped in this very lock by Uncle Gil and began her counterattack by turning her wrist sharply so that her foe couldn’t grab it properly. Not bad moves, but ya ain’t dealing with some wet behind the ears ass grabber her, Missy! Gritting her teeth as she pointed her thumb toward the body of her opponent as the girl grabbed her wrist and wrenched the length of her limb forcefully, while it hurt like hell to meet with such unrestrained desire to cause her pain, Monica did not want to give her foe the satisfaction of hearing her groan let alone whimper. Focusing on her method of escape rather than the way it felt like her arm was about to be ripped apart, there were times when it was good to be lithe and little rather than being big and strong and this was one of them, so with her small but honed frame the girl began to escape. “Ya think you’re…” As always reliant on her mouth to motivate her, rather than cry out or god forbid submit to her enemy, the feisty little female from the favela swung her feet around away from the frame of the blonde while growing at her, twisting her flexible form around as much as she could while searching for her knees to fully escape the hold. “Some hot shit…” The fact that she had turned her arm and hand key to this movement because it allowed her to stop her adversary from fully controlling her arm, while the tightness of the girls grip would definitely mean that her escape was no painless route, once she found a way to return to her knees Miss Murasaki would use that leverage in order to flip them both over and turn the tables on the garota, and likely this would be something she would not expect. “Do ya?!” Aiming to spin herself over and bring the bitch with her as she did so, as Monica wheeled backward and used her shoulders and head like a pivot, she called out to the girl and showed her that while she had launched an effective move, it was something that the rowdy Rio native was more than ready for. Aiming to smoothly transition into a position where she would have the advantage of being ‘on top’, almost immediately she would use her rolling motion to move into a knee bar in response, looking to pay back some of the pain that had been caused to her and hopefully immobilize this volatile young woman as well… MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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