Fallon vs. Kyoko II: Girlfriends Belly Brawl

The back and forth of words and punches continued, though the former was slowing down as the latter intensified. "Hrrgh," Fallon groaned, as again the two of them exchanged punches to each other's lower bellies, purposefully focusing on the thicker muscle of the navel region and avoiding the easy, if satisfying, shots to the solar plexus. "It's like you forget that I'm just as good at wrestling, though."

She took a deep breath that replenished the oxygen in her system and restored strength to her abdominal muscles. Being punched at the moment of deepest inhale would hurt a little extra, of course, but Fallon didn't expect either she or Kyoko would be stooping to cheap tricks like that. Not at this point in the fight, anyway. Fallon, like Kyoko, aimed her next punch slightly lower than the navel, digging into deeper muscle. She kept her knuckles dug in for a second, twisting her fist to add a little bit of extra teasing pain, then splayed all five fingers wide as she used the motion to flick her fist away from Kyoko's belly.

And then she would immediately drive her other fist into Kyoko's belly, this one just barely above the navel, bracketing that belly button with intense blows as if taunting her with the possibility of what would happen when she targeted the navel precisely again. All the while, she was enduring these same blows from her girlfriend, hitting her with nearly equal force and precision, reddening the skin slightly but not causing any serious damage...not yet. "Gfffht..."

Fallon scoffed at Kyoko's desire to see her wrestle more—she wrestled plenty! But only a handful of wrestling moves could specifically target the belly, and none of them hit with the same level of "oomph" as a punch. Between the two of them, they could focus on those moves, but other girls usually wanted to throw in attacks which targeted some other part of Fallon's body, which made the sport lose a little bit of its luster. Just for her cute little purple-haired paramour, though, Fallon would make sure to throw in some nice, crushing wrestling holds in the later stages of this fight...once Kyoko's abs were properly softened up!

Fallon pulled her fist back again. The two of them were always hammering away at each other like this, and neither set of abs was about to break any time soon, but every punch counted, adding another chip or crack which would eventually lead to the abdominal wall coming tumbling down. Fallon needed to strike fast and hard or else Kyoko could get a little advantage, and little advantages added up given time.

She swung her fist forward and upward, once again hitting Kyoko in the center of her core, where the ridges of her abs were at their most defined. The uppercut drove into those muscles and tried to tunnel through them. At the same time, Fallon was hit with a near-identical punch from her girlfriend. She could not help but let pain flash across her face, eyes narrowing, mouth frowning. She kept her eyes on Kyoko's face to watch for her reaction to the double punch as both their fists drove hard into each other's tummies. "Urrgh..."

Fallon was watching Kyoko's face closely, and Kyoko stared right back at her, as their latest punches connected. Kyoko's adorable features contorted in pain, her forehead creasing and her chubby cheeks plumping as air was forced out of her lungs. Fallon wanted to pinch those cheeks and plant plenty more kisses right on those huffy lips. Kyoko seemed to be thinking the same thing, blowing a kiss which Fallon gnashed her teeth at as if gobbling it up!

They both moved in closer, readying for yet more shots to each other's abs. Fallon's abs tensed as she went for a brutal, jackhammer-like straight punch, using the power of her abdomen to not just defend against her girlfriend's attacks, but lend more strength to her own. Kyoko went for an uppercut at the same time, but the two punches were still aimed for the exact centers of the girls' bellies.

"Nugh." Fallon's groan was a little deeper now, but she still wasn't going to slow down. She dug her straight punch in deep, but did not linger, instead pulling it out, winding up again, and going for an uppercut of her own right to that hardened center of Kyoko's belly!

Fallon, in the heat of the moment, couldn't help but flinch when her fist hit Kyoko's belly and no retaliatory punch came her way. Even knowing her girlfriend as well as she did, she had been in enough battles like this to react instinctively to the unexpected lack of an attack—because nine times out of ten it meant her opponent was about to pull something sneaky on her and take advantage of her singleminded focus on belly punching.

This was the tenth time. Kyoko didn't do anything dirty, and Fallon's conscious mind, when it regained control a few tenths of a second later, forced her body to relax, knowing the purple-haired girl would have no interest in winning a girlfriends belly brawl through cheap or underhanded means. That wouldn't prove her belly was better. In fact, it would heavily imply just the opposite. When Kyoko put her arms above her head, though, Fallon smirked, knowing exactly what Kyoko had in mind to try to show off just how unbreakable her abs were.

Hands up. Two punches each. The last time they did this, they hadn't had nearly as much clothing on.

"Don't mind if I do," Fallon said with a smirk, and she immediately twisted around to strike with her left hand now, driving a mirror image of the right-handed uppercut into Kyoko's core, still aiming for those tough abdominal packs right in the center to break them down. She wiggled her knuckles as they penetrated as deep as possible into Kyoko's gut, then would pull back...and put her own arms above her head. She pushed out her hip and licked her lips.

"Show me what you've got, Jelly Belly."

Fallon would have done a little more showing off for her girlfriend, with plenty of hip-wiggling and booty shaking, but it would have only distracted them both from the important task at hand of trying to break one another's abs. She brushed some loose strands of her cocoa brown hair back away from her forehead as she brought her arms up, then clasped her hands behind her head and flexed her abs.

Kyoko's punches came quickly, first from the right and then the left. They still hit near her core, near the strongest part of her abs, slightly on the low side. "Rhhk..." Fallon grunted, feeling those knuckles press in for a moment after each punch. She was starting to feel fatigue, but there was a long way to go yet. The two of them had pushed each other's limits so far during their constant training that the number of full-power punches it took to break either belly was well into the hundreds.

Fallon punched again, going with her left first this time, coming in with a hook that would bash Kyoko's abs from the side, then repeating the attack from the opposite side with her right fist. Her knuckles scraped across iron abs and she enjoyed that brief power struggle of muscle against hand, as Kyoko's core fought desperately to protect itself. As Kyoko had, Fallon left her girlfriend's solar plexus untouched, leaving the tantalizing target for later. She smiled as her hands slid back up above her head, and she braced herself for Kyoko's return fire.