Yuri Sumo Love 5: Tryouts (Patreon)

Getting back to steady writing during this personal quarantine thing! I had some monsters and goblins for you already so wanted to feed the fight fans. Two chubby lesbians starting their own wrestling league? Hell yea.

The girls finally fight someone besides themselves, and get to team up for once rather than beat each other up. They definitely will again, for fun and for sport, but wanted to explore this a bit before I build up to the proper cosplay wrestling.

Sakura and Sumomo were in the home stretch of finishing their Cosplay Wrestling League. They had cleared out the warehouse they would use to record and host their matches and even built the ring and other props into it. They had screened the applicants that had replied to their call to arms and found plenty of promising candidates. Sumomo replied to schedule them for tryouts, with some looking sexy or strong enough to sign on the spot. They were uncertain on others and wanted to have a more physical tryout to be sure.

“Thank you both for coming,” Sakura greeted as she and Sumomo walked their guests through the warehouse turned arena. Two girls around their age followed not far behind, one with a bright blue ponytail and the other with messy, boyishly short red hair. They had mostly average builds, if a little on the fit side and with some perky c-cup tits. The league’s co-founding sumos were much bigger and heavier than they were, but they had never expected everyone to be the powerhouses that they were.

“We thought your applications were really good, but we didn’t see a lot about any earlier performances.”

“Or fights,” Sumomo added.

“So we wanted to be sure you knew your way around the ring and what you were getting into. We can get pretty rough in the ring, as I’m sure you saw in our video.”

“Oh we totally get it,” Kira replied. “You girls put on such a great show we just wanted to be a part of it too. We don’t mind getting wild and taking a few lumps along the way.”

The newcomers Kira and Mikasa had submitted their applications together, clearly friends if not very good sparring buddies. They were dressed in simple skirts and shirts, casual but a bit flirty while Sakura and Sumomo were just in some elastic gym shorts and sleeveless shirts. They had cosplay outfits in all sizes in storage or still getting shipped out, so casual clothes would do fine for the tryouts.

Sakura leaned on the middle rope and pushed up the top one, letting her girlfriend slip in first while holding them open for the new recruits. They had tried a few potential wrestlers in the ring already, and while most ended up onboard with being groped and smothered by a couple of young, busty sumo girls, others had backed out when they saw how rough and real they could get.

This didn’t seem to be a problem for Kira and Mikasa. As soon as they ducked between the ropes, Mikasa (the slightly taller and thinner redhead) grabbed the bottom of Sakura’s shirt. She pulled it up over her head and arms, tangling her up while exposing her chunky belly and breasts. Sakura gave a yelp of surprise while Kira grabbed two handfuls of her jelly rolls and threw her backward, sending the pink-haired heavyweight stumbling back out of the ring and crashing to the mats outside.

“Surprise, bitch!” Kira cackled as the thinner, newer wrestlers climbed into the ring. “Let’s ring that bell!”

“Hey!” Sumomo shouted. A part of it excited her, glad to see the girls could go just as vicious as either of them. And even keep up with them despite their lack of weight and muscle! She moved to intervene, but the blue-haired girl dashed at her quicker, dropping before they could meet and sending a swift dropkick to Sumomo’s foot. It tripped it out from under her as she yelled and came crashing to the mats with a heavy slam.

“Timber! Watch the wide load!” Kira taunted as she grabbed Sumomo by her ankles. She spread the pudgy blonde’s legs wide apart, splitting her jiggly thighs as she nodded towards her partner.

“Mika!” she signaled just before Mikasa came into Sumomo’s view. She was already airborne with an arm extended, hopping up and elbow dropping right onto Sumomo’s pussy. She shrieked noisily and snapped her legs shut, rolling side to side as she grabbed her crotch. On the plus side, the new girls had a lot of spirit. They knew how to hit hard and fast like some great heels would. On the other hand, Sumomo’s pussy was throbbing with pain and Sakura was barely starting to rise outside the ring. Their plans to put the newbies through the wringer to break them in was not going as they expected.

The new girls finally split up now that the bigger wrestlers were down and hurting. Kira rolled out of the ring and balanced on the ring apron. She waited for Sakura to drag herself back up before jumping off and landing a flying dropkick to her pudgy face. The pink-haired girl let out a husky grunt as she went flopping right back down. Kira struggled to push the young sumo over, but with a few seconds of real effort she got her on her thick stomach and climbed onto her back.

“Let’s rearrange that piggy face of yours,” Kira hissed as she brought her hands around Sakura’s face. She locked them together over her mouth and pulled up and back, painfully pressing her nose while bending her neck upward. The sumo girl let out a long howl of pain as she beat her fists on the hard floor of the warehouse.

“Let go! Fuck! You scrawny little bitch!” Sakura wailed.

Sumomo barely got to her knees from the team up beatdown, clutching her pussy as her head spun. Mikasa came in behind her and grabbed a fistful of blonde hair. She dragged Sumomo to the nearest corner, but the squirming overweight girl didn’t make it easy. It frustrated the redhead enough that she put a little extra force into shoving Sumomo’s face into the turnbuckle. The unprotected blonde gave another sloppy grunt as her eyes glazed over from the hard hit.

“Why don’t you eat the turnbuckle, fatty?” Mikasa hissed bitterly. She bashed Sumomo’s head a few more times before standing upright and stomping between her shoulder blades. Sumomo gave a heavy grown and leaned on the ropes as Mikasa grabbed and tore off her snug-fitting top, leaving the chubby girl’s plump breasts and belly exposed.

“Guess you’re just as pathetic as your girlfriend in those sad videos after all,” Mikasa jeered. She grabbed Sumomo’s hair and ground her face against the ringpost. The sumo blonde was still dazed from the one-sided beating, but she suddenly knew just where her attacker was standing. With a quick guess on the context of her grip, Sumomo swung an elbow backward and bashed the heavy limb right into Mikasa’s crotch. The tall redhead howled in sudden agony, jolting back with her legs crossing instinctively.

Kira finally released her hold on Sakura, letting the sweaty and panting heavyweight flop to the floor. The blue-haired girl rose and pulled on Sakura’s pink curls, making her whine and rise with her before throwing her into the ring apron. Sakura grunted as her back connected with the hard corner of the ring’s edge, arms flopping over it dizzily.

“Oh we are gonna OWN this league at this rate,” Kira grinned as she rushed at Sakura. She went for an elbow to the throat but the chunky girl proved just as durable as her lover. She ducked around the limb and grabbed Kira in a bearhug, lifting her off the ground and squeezing her spine with all her impressive might. The ponytailed girl screamed and thrashed for a moment, coughing out a breath before she started to throw punches into Sakura’s face. Spit and some flecks of blood splashed out as her chubby chews flew, but she heard Sumomo’s voice ring out.

“Sakura! Back here!” came the voice behind her. Not one to doubt her lover, partner and rival, Sakura rushed backward while still squeezing Kira. The blue-haired girl looked up just in time to see that Sumomo had lowered herself in the corner and thrust out her foot at just the right angle. Sakura’s backing charge smashed Kira’s face right into her heel, getting her to grunt and go limp in her opponent’s grip. It left Sakura grinning, spitting out a bit more blood before she started using one hand to tear Kira’s clothes off.

“You stupid fucking cow,” Mikasa hissed as she rubbed her crotch once more. She rushed at Sumomo, but she ducked under a clothesline before catching her around her hips.

“Smarter than you, you little weasel!” Sumomo declared as she lifted Mikasa into the air. She spiked her back down with her legs spread right on the top rope, driving the hard elastic into her pussy. The redhead howled in pain as her crotch was attacked again, grabbing onto it to avoid falling out of the ring.

That suited Sumomo just fine as she grabbed Mikasa’s top, yanking it off her in some hasty payback. With her bouncing boobs exposed, Sumomo unleashed a barrage of open-palm strikes to smack and crush them. Sakura may have been used to taking such heavyweight hits, but the rapidly accumulating bruises on Mikasa’s breasts and belly showed she wasn’t nearly as solid as the other team.

With one mighty blow, Sumomo palm bashed Mikasa in the chin and sent her toppling over the edge. She crumbling outside the ring, taking the fall even worse than when they had ambushed Sakura with the same. She groaned and rolled on the ground as Sumomo started to climb after her.

“Hey, wait up,” Sakura called to her as she shoved the dazed Kira away from her. Kira’s back hit the ring just before Sakura charged after her, thrusting out her huge tits and gut to smash her under the sweaty flesh. Her flabby tits bashed into her face, making Kira moan as she slumped weakly against her chest.

“These poor sluts can dish it out but they can’t take it,” Sakura teased as she backed away. Kira limply hung off the ring, drooling out some of Sakura’s sweat in a daze as she coughed for air. Sakura grabbed and yanked her hair, tossing her onto the ground beside her partner.

“Lose those panties, girl,” Sakura called to her lover with a grin. “Let’s show these runts how real sumos do it!”

Sumomo grinned, always loving her commanding and dominant lover. Especially when she got sadistic like this. Sakura went behind their foes, grabbing them both in a chokehold in one flabby arm each. They gagged and thrashed, clawing at her arms and hair but unable to stop her from strangling them against her sweaty soft flesh. Meanwhile, Sumomo stripped down in the ring, leaving her chunky body naked as could be.

“Looking good, meatball,” Sakura catcalled, throwing in a wolf whistle. “Imagine a whole crowd watching you like that.”

“You big tease,” Sumomo giggled as she climbed through the ropes. She stood on the ring apron as the two slimmer girls’ eyes went wide in shock. They struggled especially hard for a few seconds as Sumomo turned around, slapping her huge sumo booty before leaping off backward. Sakura shoved the two cheaters forward, forcing their faces to slap into her meaty ass cheeks before being crushed back down. Kira and Mikasa’s bodies flopped hard from ther huge impact, crushed under her jiggling bulk. They promptly started to gag under the soft flesh invading their orifices with the sweaty scent of her sumo ass.

“That’s your problem, girls,” Sumomo chided. “An ambush only works once. If they can power through it, it’s basically useless.”

Sakura loomed over them in the small amount of space they could see that wasn’t Sumomo’s broad back and ass.

“And nobody toughs it out like a sumo girl! We’re in a sport where you’re a joke if you’re under 200 pounds and you’re a pussy if you don’t rush in with a full on charge.”

Sakura gestured to her pinning girlfriend. “Make some room. I want a seat too. That shit looks like fun after all these punks did to us.”

Sumomo sat up and shifted over, letting Kira and Mikasa suck in a breath of fresh air.

“Are you kidding me!? You can’t be proud of that!” Mikasa snapped. “You’re both huge fucking blobs!”

“And the star athletes of our schools,” Sumomo reminded her. The two had clearly heard all the jokes before as teenage sumo wrestlers, and they were quick to either brush off the comments or beat them out of people. “And my girlfriend thinks I’m a big soft cutie so that’s all that matters!”

“You still look like a-” Kira started, but Sumomo brought her butt crashing back down on her. She shouted and protested, but that was not only muffled out by the blonde’s butt but now that she was Sumomo’s only target it opened her mouth for the foul taste of sweaty asshole.

Sakura was quick to move in on Mikasa as soon as Sumomo left her open. She had tossed off her bottoms and dropped her musky pussy onto her face. The sight of her fat naked girlfriend had clearly left her wet and aroused, judging by how much pussy juice she ground over her smothered opponent. The squirming and gagging girls underneath them only served to get the heavyweight girlfriends off more.

“You’re so good at this,” Sumomo purred, looking at her girlfriend. Sakura smiled back and reached over, groping over her girlfriend’s breasts and belly. The blonde girl purred and squirmed, which just ground Kira deeper between her cheeks.

“And you’re my sexy champ of a piglet. Too bad you won’t ever get that title belt while I’m wearing it.”

“In your dreams,” Sumomo cooed back. The girls leaned in and kissed each other deeply, their soreness and exhaustion just turning them on. Sakura reached under Sumomo’s belly to rub at her pussy while Sumomo groped her thick ass. The girls moaned into each other’s mouths as they got each other off on top of their pinned rivals, not even bothering to track any sort of pinfall or submission. They groped each other while humping their foes, just to shudder and jiggle as they came together. They squirted over Kira and Mikasa’s faces, getting more revolted gags and choking from the thinner girls.

“Oh my god that was perfect,” Sumomo sighed girlishly. “Like vikings fucking on the battlefield.”

“I have no idea where you got that image from, but you have some links to send me,” Sakura informed her. As the sweaty girls leaned into each other and spared another kiss, the pink-haired sumo looked down at the girl buried in her pussy.

“Oh by the way, you two did great. You’ll make some great heels,” she told them. “Just in case you pass out before we’re done here.”

The girls moaned and mumbled dizzily, but Sumomo sat up and helped her lover off to let them breathe. The girls spat and sputtered, still too exhausted to get back up.

“Great. Thanks,” Mikasa said warily. “Do you guys have a shower?”

“Yea, I’m going to taste cum and asshole for a week, thanks,” Kira added.

“Oh yea, right over there,” Sakura said, pointing out their locker room they’d built out of one of the bathrooms.

“Also you probably want to try Ichiwa brand mouthwash,” Sumomo added. She licked her lips as she broke into a grin. “It just helps with the taste of asshole. If you want to get rid of it, anyway… just saying.”