Refresher Course

Focusing on her lifting and maintaining a conversation wasn’t the easiest thing to do, and Bubbles could only achieve it through stringent focus, the kind of concentration that only came from a full lifetime of lifting. Her body knew how to handle the bar with little input from her brain, fully aware of the motions, and as long as she supplied the energy, she was like a machine - she could run up and down, all day long.

And, of course, it helped to have an audience to show off for. Judging by the looks their new little companion was giving her, this display was having the intended effect, as Haruka checked her out with appreciating eyes. She threw a quick wink back at the pinkette, before dropping down and letting the weight settle.

Mariah had to cover her mouth to keep from bursting out loud as Haruka responded to her girlfriend’s name. It was adorable, really, and while she couldn’t say she’d ever responded that giddily outward to her wife’s name, she could relate with the sentiment well enough. Being in love, having someone so close to you, a true partner, all of that changed your perspective. As her hand moved away from her lips, she sighed and looked at her ring, feeling the warmth rise through her. It was hard to remember a time when that little diamond hadn’t adorned her finger.

God, she just wanted to pinch Haruka’s cheeks.

”I don’t doubt any of that.” Mariah gave her a playful slap on that thick shoulder. ”Though I don’t know about you being a softie. I bet you’re hard as steel all the way down.” She wagged a finger. ”How about a little spar?”

Bubbles stepped over, rolling her shoulders. ”Eh, give me a little bit, if that’s what we’re up to.” She wiped some sweat off her forehead. ”Want to change into something a little more-”


Mariah shook her head, stepping between them. ”Nuh-uh, you can sit on the sidelines, this time.” She stood straight and sized Haruka up, head to toe. ”I want a piece, this time.”

Looking back, it would surprise Haruka as much as anyone that she managed to win the heart of Sakura. There would always be detractors and those that would object to such a pairing when it comes to relationships. But with this one, it was a paring that made so much sense. It further brought proof to the pinkette that there really is the right person for you in life. And Haruka definitely found that one.

So it was no surprise that the Pinkette would sing of her girlfriend’s praises when she gets the chance. She was sure Mariah would understand, with her being so close to Bubbles for a long time. She did notice the slight chuckle of the blonde, but Haruka wouldn’t let that hurt her feelings. She was proud to be a girlfriend of Sakura, and nothing would bring shame about it.

Haruka blushed as Mariah responded, feeling that light slap on her shoulder. “Well, I’m definitely am now!” Her traps and shoulders flexed, letting anyone with eyes witness pretty much every hard muscle there is on Haruka’s sculpted body. Of course, as things go in AFW, the request for a spar would be thrown at Haruka. Which wasn’t surprising in the slightest. What was is who it was for.

“Oh?”

Haruka’s eyes widened as she looked at the blonde standing straight before her. Not as tall as her wife but still got a few inches on her. An unexpected sight as Haruka has seen all there was to Bubbles. Not that it was not so hard to find those televised bouts where she showed off just how she got the ‘Virgin Killer’ nickname.

But Mariah was unknown. At least to Haruka. She hasn’t been brushing up her Slamazon history knowledge, born to a different world than pro freakin’ wrestling. But the unknown always proved to be the most exciting. The prospect was tantalizing enough, and that isn’t going over that body of hers. Not as tricked out as Bubbles, but still pretty sporty. Fit, curvy, toned in all the right places, muscles looking like they were trained for more practical purposes than just looking good. Very impressive for a manager.

So although it was unexpected, it sure as hell wasn’t unwelcomed.

“Well, sure! I’m up for it.” A bout with Bubbles she could pretty much get any time to the point it was a certainty. But a spar with Mariah, something much rarer…is an opportunity not to miss out. “Name your terms.” Her body stepped a bit closer to Mariah, their chests oh so close to touching by the nips.

Bubbles was immediately divided on all this.

On one hand, she was glad that her wife was stepping into the ring again. She’d been flirting with the idea for months now, taking a more active role in her training and even doing a little on her own when the opportunity arose. Her leg had been healed for a while now, she was cleared, and she was in good enough shape for it. The manager role was fine for her, but she knew her wife, knew that she longed for a taste of that action again. Maybe not the whole meal, no, but just a few spoonfuls, enough to satisfy an appetite. And Haruka seemed like a pleasant girl to work out those kinks with. Very pleasant. Good, trustworthy hands.

But, on the flipside, goddamn did she want a piece of Haruka, too. So hot, so fuckable, in that tight little outfit. Even if she wasn’t up for anything kinky with a girlfriend and all, just feeling that body on hers, and that rubbing, and that sweat…

“Baaaah.”’ She bit her lip and huffed. ”Okay, okay, I’ll hang back, but y’all better give me some entertainment out here.” Bubbles folded her arms and stepped back to plop down on the nearest bench. ”Lots of sweat, lots of rubbing. Tops optional.”

”I never disappoint.” Mariah flashed her wife a smile before turning back to face Haruka. ”Terms, terms.” She tapped her chin, then perked up, as she pressed into her future foe, making their breasts mushroom. ”Pins. But continuous pins. Every count on the floor counts up to ten.” She leaned in further, making their foreheads touch. ”Oh, and the winner gets right over the loser. Anything she wants to do, she can do.”

Spicy.

It’s surprising just how much years, months, days could do to one’s character. If both Mariah and Bubbles have met Haruka before the transformation, it would be a totally different person. Not that she was mean and evil, but she was meek. Shy, reserved, reticent, and diffident, it would have taken a lot of effort to really get out of her shell. Meeting others with an utterly differing view when it came to sex shut her out socially. Perhaps Bianca would have had a chance, but it would have been quite slim, considering how hungry she can get when lust takes over. But now, she was a lot more confident in herself. Mariah would have seen it from just being so close to the pink behemoth. Haruka usually doesn’t get this close.

Or to be more specific, Haruka usually doesn’t do what she is doing right now.

Standoffs and staredowns aren’t Haruka’s thing. At least not before. But Haruka has to believe in herself if she is to grow and this was a bold step Sakura would be proud of. If she was there, the hentai champion would have been so excited upon seeing a braver Haruka. Then again, if she was to do this to anyone for the first time, it would be Mariah. She was delightful and probably wouldn’t take offence to this.

Right? Ah, there goes her mind overthinking this.

But before it would show outwardly, Mariah would press onto the pinkette even more, the breasts that were once just an inch from touching would mushroom up against each other. So yeah, she shouldn’t back down now, right? That would so ruin her reputation. Haruka would remain where she stood, unmoving, unyielding. She wasn’t tall as a mountain, not like Bubbles, but she’d like to think she was as strong as one. Or immovable as one. Either or sounded just fine.

Haruka can’t say she didn’t like this. Seeing a beautiful woman like Mariah, that fit form was one thing. Getting to feel it was another. Her nipples weren’t hard, but they poke on her tit flesh. Mariah’s abs weren’t chiselled, but they were firm. There was much to enjoy that she almost didn’t catch what Mariah laid out for her.

Something pretty new.

Haruka wasn’t a stranger when it came to pins. Not precisely the wrestling variety, but she can recall the many times she would easily pin down Sakura on the bed and have her way with her. But continuous pins? Hmm, it sounds better if she was to demonstrate, but it sounded fun. And that is without going over the stakes. Getting right over the loser?

Interesting.

Haruka didn’t respond straight away, even as their forehead touched, staring straight into those eyes. She could get lost in them if Haruka stared at them enough. A beat past and Haruka would respond. With a kiss. Not too long, not too short. Just the right time. And just the right way. Having kissed with the best honed her craft enough.

“Mmm, sounds good,” Haruka said once those lips detached with a pop. Her body brushed past, giving a cheeky slap on the butt as she skipped towards the ring. “I’d have to think long and hard about what we can do afterwards. But like Mariah, I hope not to disappoint!”

And now they were kissing. It was like Mariah and Haruka were collectively trying to drive Bubbles into horny insanity, and goddamn was it working. It was only a supreme act of will that kept her from popping out of her seat and dragging them to the nearest thing that resembled a comfortable, fuckworthy surface.

Mariah, for her part, hadn’t been expecting that little bit of boldness. The two of them had been close, true, but she figured this was just some pre-match bravado, two rams butting horns, nothing too involved. She thought the two of them would be saving the steamier stuff for the ring and start out of a lighter foot.

She was proved wrong on that matter in short order, far faster than she would’ve ever guessed. Haruka was a sweet girl, so cute and adorable, but she had some boldness to back all that up. The kiss was soft. Succulent. Short, but not too short. She didn’t slip the tongue in, didn’t go too hard, didn’t make any of the sloppy mistakes that even her wife fell to on occasion. It was the kiss of someone who'd had lots of good, good practice and took pride in the execution.

And Mariah was in a position to get more of it. A lot more. An exciting, tantalizing prospect.

As fun as it would’ve been to tease and taunt all day, she was hungry for far more than just that. Winking, she pulled away and strutted towards the ring, stretching a bit as she went and giving her hips a few pleasing shakes.

”Pfft, you’d better not.” Bubbles enjoyed her wife’s show for a moment before looking back. ”Don’t think I won’t jump in their if you’re not making me horny enough. That’s right, Mariah?”

”That’s totally right.” Mariah spun about long enough to show them her bouncing eyebrows, before she ducked under the ropes and slid inside the ring.

Bubbles, satisfied, crossed her arms and started to sit back, before she perked up, eyes widening as an idea struck. ”Oh, oh! You need a referee!” She poked her chest and looked up at Haruka like an eager child, petitioning her Mom for a cookie. ”Mind if I fill in?”

Even Haruka could surprise herself at times. It wasn’t until she detached those lips that she felt a slight twinge of worry. Was that uncalled for? Did she kiss her wrong? No, that would just be overreacting. It wasn’t as if Mariah didn’t felt the same way or haven’t thought about it. In fact, it was bound to end up like this at one point. Two girls trying to pin one another to victory? All the while, having bodies grinding up against each other in a dance of carnal lust and flesh? Why hide it, when you can just be honest?

At least, that is how the pinkette was trying to rationalize it. Still, it felt exhilarating. To be that bold sent Haruka’s heart aflutter. She may not have gotten the pre-match bravado down just yet…but she’s working on it. Slowly but surely. The kiss, though? She had plenty of practice to nail that down. And if Mariah is still interested, she can get much more.

Her treat.

But that’s all for later. Both have to work for that appetite, and all three were just interested in getting this show on the road. Bubbles a bit more than the other two, her horny levels were off the charts. And that was just from seeing two women getting into it. Haruka could only imagine what it would be like if she directed it all to Bianca herself. Probably more than she could handle.

So Haruka wasn’t surprised if Bubbles would follow through with the “threat” that she’d jump in. Then again, she’d probably jump in regardless if she was or wasn’t getting horny from the exciting showcase. And when Bubbles gotten the idea of being the referee, it was something Stevie Wonder could see coming.

Not that Haruka was against the idea. Far from it. She didn’t think any other patrons could do the honour and it would at least give Bubbles something to do. She gets up close with the action, and she’s involved. It’s a win-win. “Oh, sure!” Haruka grinned looking at Mariah. She didn’t think the blonde would mind that idea but wanted to make it clear she was all in. “So long as you don’t squash up mid-action!”

Bubbles didn’t even wait for Mariah’s okay, knowing full well she would have the approval. After all, her wife loved it when she watched her with other women, liked to do a little cuckolding every now and then, seeing how long she could last watching her have sex before her instincts got the better of her and she dove in. This was just an extension of that, and it would pay off - if Bubbles didn’t get that release right now, she’d just drag Mariah into the bedroom tonight and let it all go.

Besides, Bubbles had always wanted to referee a match. Looked like a lot of fun. She just wished she could find one of their shirts and really complete the image.

Giddy beyond words, she slid into the ring, popped to her feet and took her spot at the middle of the ring, bouncing from heel to heel with enough weight to make the ring tremble. Mariah was busy doing a few quick stretches, trying to get nice and limber. She knew of Haruka, but she hadn’t exactly scouted the woman in detail before this match or anything, and with a body like hers, there was no telling how this could go. She had every intention of giving it her all, but she was realistic about her chances. Youth and strength were big advantages.

And yet, somehow, the possibility of getting ragdolled just made her that much more excited.

When Haruka entered the ring, Mariah would promptly make her way to the center of the ring and lower into a crouch, getting into position, ready to kick things off proper. She leaned forward with wiggling fingers and beckoned her foe on, giving her the opportunity for a lockup.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Mariah and Bubbles were a couple, Haruka would be slightly wary of having someone in as a referee. Sometimes some nefarious characters are lurking around among the many patrons in the gym. It’s best to be careful, lest you end up in trouble. But with Bubbles, the pinkette didn’t mind much when it came to refereeing. This isn’t something super serious—just some fun (and most likely playful and sexual) time with an unlikely opponent.

Plus, Bubbles would no doubt try to jump right in with how horny she gets. Best she gets to do something other than to watch.

Haruka felt the frame of the canvas tremble underneath her feet as she limbered up. As much as she would be embarrassed to not know much of her, Haruka could guess that Mariah didn’t know too much about her either. Considering the blonde seemed to know her before the transformation, both were going in blind, unknowing of their true potential. Not great in an actual match. But with this? There was fun in the unknown. Not knowing where things would end up. It’s interesting to see if she ends up similar to how Bubbles is in the ring or something different.

Making her way to the centre, Haruka lowered enough that she could meet Mariah equally. She may have a few inches on her, but not that it mattered much, still in range for a good kiss. Her hands raised, shifting ever so closer towards the blonde. “Ready?” Even without the confirmation, Haruka darted in, accepting the offer for a lockup.

Was Mariah ready? It was hard to say for sure. It had been so long since she’d gone in against a serious opponent, had been tested, and she would be lying if she claimed certainty on being up for the task. Haruka had youth on her side, didn’t have that same wear and tear that she’d built up over years. Mariah had an experience edge - somewhat. But would that be enough to overcome everything out of her favor? Would it even matter with so much ring rust.

She couldn’t have been more eager to find out.

Mariah threw her all into the charge, came at Haruka full steam, and found herself dealing with an unmoving wall of muscle. She wasn't the strongest woman she had ever locked arms with - her wife was the undisputed holder of that title, and she doubted that would change anytime soon. But Haruka wasn’t too far off, a solid body rippling with muscle, able to bring more than enough force to push her back unless she changed things up right away.

So that was precisely what she did. Instead of wasting her energy on the forward charge, Mariah tried to slip her leg around, placing her foot behind her opponent’s calf. From there, she pushed forward hard, trying to trip her up and get on top quick.

Haruka didn’t wish to go all out straight away. She didn’t want to go way too hard on something that is supposed to be light. Something that is supposed to be fun. The pinkette noticed in her time in the gym—so many people who let ego take over and turn into something that isn’t. Pride can, at times, cause problems and, worse, injuries. For her sake, it’s best not to go hard on Mariah. Luckily for her, the muscles Haruka has built haven’t brought about a typical mentality among gym-goers. It’s not within her nature.

Mariah threw herself to Haruka; unbeknownst to the pinkette, she was having trouble pushing her back. Not to say that Mariah was weak, far from it with her body. But she’s no Bubbles; that much is evident. Her gaze shifted to the referee as the Virgin Killer watched the action unfolding. Would she be a fan of tests of strength? Was there a particular thing she was expecting from this? Even in a spar like this, there was a part of the pinkette curious about it. Most likely, Bubbles is not very picky, so long as it’s just two women going at it.

The brief moment of focus would snap back to Mariah as soon as she felt a leg snaking around one of her’s, near the size of a tree trunk. And once she felt the sudden pulse of power, Haruka felt unbalanced and hopping on one leg. Attempting to save herself from falling fully onto her back, Haruka twists to one side, seeking to bring them both onto their side. It ain’t much, but it’s a tiny victory she’ll take.