Sumo Yuri Love: Cosplay Wrestling Debut (Patreon)
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Back to the masochist sumo rival girls. One of my oldest series but one of the easiest to go back to when the mood hits me. Singling out one of the girls at a time now as they enter their cosplay wrestling league arc. I’m not sure that they’ll win every match, but they’re definitely some of the top bitches in their league to be sure.
The night had come! The warehouse that Sakura and Sumomo had worked so hard to adapt into the headquarters for their wrestling league now seated hundreds of fans. Whether they had seen the sumo wrestlers’ first viral video of them beating the shit out of each other at an anime convention or they had seen the ads, posts or fliers they’d arranged, they had gladly packed themselves in to see big violent girls in frilly costumes.
Their production team went around making sure that all the other wrestlers and special effects were in place. There was no script beyond the matches schedule itself, but they wanted to make sure everyone was on the same level of aggression and knew where to look if they needed a foreign object. The sumo rivals turned lovers turned business partners (while still rivals and lovers) squeezed each other’s sweaty hands. They were dying to get in the ring and share in the brutal bloodshed with a roaring audience to egg on their perverted brawl.
“This is going to be so good,” Sakura squealed. The pink-haired girl bounced from one foot to the other, making her big body jiggle around in her loose undershirt and shorts. Her actual costume tended to make her sweat so she was saving it for the actual match.
“You’re going to look so hot, babe,” Sumomo praised her. The blonde squeezed and kissed her firmly on the cheek.
They had put off their sparring for a few days to make sure they were in capable shape for the big night. It left them fucking like two overweight rabbits the night before but Sumomo still felt like she was blueballing from not beating her girlfriend’s brains out in so long. She slapped Sakura firmly on the belly as a compromise, making her mewl happily as her gut wobbled around.
“Especially once the other girl beats your pretty face into a pulp. I’m gonna love kissing all those bruises better,” Sumomo purred.
“Oh you wish,” Sakura snorted, elbowing her pudgy girlfriend in her soft side. “Hope you like getting your dirty cunt stomped in by all four Sailor Scouts.”
The blonde shuddered and bit her lip at the thought. They had decided to cover the classics in their first night, and they had decided to make their big finale a battle royale of cosplayers dressed as the main cast of Sailor Moon (with Sumomo as the titular blonde herself). They didn’t bother going into the more extended canon, not wanting to exclude any casual watchers just yet. Besides, the later into the show they got, the younger characters in the series started appearing. Even if they had the volunteers, that content would have to go behind a very specific paywall.
“Two minutes until entrances!” one of the aides called out. Sakura nodded and grabbed her costume off the rack, starting to strip down backstage.
“Alright. Let’s go get famous.”
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A perky teen girl dressed up as Luffy from One Piece strode around the ring, firing up the crowd for the night and matches to come.
“So for starters, we have a Pokémon battle! First off, we have a very familiar face! Played by one of our league’s founders, Sakura, please welcome Snorlax!”
The audience laughed and cheered as Sakura stepped out, wearing a Snorlax onesie around her chunky figure. She had the middle of it zipped low around her midsection, showing off all the cleavage she could as well as the top of her sumo belly. She stretched and yawned showily to play her part what little she needed before squeezing into the ring. The crowd’s reaction popped again as she bent over and showed the pre-made rip in the back, showing some of her thick ass and thighs pushing through the seams. Her pink curls bobbed around just past the head-like hood on top.
“And her super effective opponent! Looking to tame this savage beast, it’s the wet and wild Water master. Played by Hana-chan and ready to Pokémon Go to the ring, it’s Misty!”
Sakura’s far slimmer opponent strut out in extra tight jean shorts, overalls and a crop top. Her bushy red wig replicated the ponytail of the character while staying clipped on tightly enough to still make it hurt when Sakura would pull on it. Hana kept her own personal touches to the look, leaving in her nose stud and the thong poking above her shorts. She made no efforts to hide the snake tattooed around her lower leg as well, showing she was much punkier than the seemingly pure show they were portraying.
“Okay, ladies! It’s go until one gets pinned for 3 seconds, taps out, or passes out,” their straw-hatted ref reminded the audience more than them.
“Now fuck each other up already!”
Both of the adrenaline junkies barreled towards each other, colliding head on without any pretense of strategy. Sakura’s experience in sumo wrestling paid off as her fatter and stronger build plowed Hana straight back, barely getting any resistance before she was crushed back into a corner. The redhead trainer cosplayer oofed noisily against the turnbuckle as Sakura grabbed the top ropes. She showed they weren’t toying around right away as she dragged herself back in and smashed a broad knee up into Hana’s twat.
“OHH!” the Misty cosplayer howled, doubling over as she covered her crotch. Sakura stepped back to let her drop to her knees, showing off her victim to the crowd.
“Catch this, bitch!” Sakura shouted as she spun on one heel, smashing her heavy foot (wrapped in a fluffy onesie sole) across the downed girl’s face. Spit flew from Hana’s face as she tumbled flat on the mats, still gingerly rubbing her pussy.
Sakura backed away, this time just to lean into the ropes and bounce herself back at her opponent.
“Snorlax used Body Slam!” she shouted as she dove for a crushing body splash.
Hana was a tough gal despite being the smaller wrestler, so she rolled away once Sakura was in midair. She had a split second to yelp before she crashed down noisily on the mats, getting a sharp “Ooh!” from the crowd. She bounced visibly as she clutched her jiggly chest and belly, aching from the rough landing.
Hana/Misty climbed onto her back, standing up as she wrapped her strong legs around Sakura’s neck. Her flexing calves clenched around the chubby girl’s neck, getting her to gag as she struggled to breathe. She beat the butt of her palms on Hana’s legs, stinging her but unable to escape.
“Time to put you to sleep, chunky!” Hana shouted for her and the crowd alike.
She grabbed and ripped up on Sakura’s hood, pulling the Snorlax face off her head before pulling on her pink hair. Sakura gave a short, choked scream before Hana started raining punches down on her cheek and skull, pummeling the shit out of the trapped sumo. Sakura’s plump features molded a split second after each blow until spittle was flying from her pouty lips.
Sakura could barely think straight under all that pain but she knew enough to see she had to get out of there. She couldn’t break Hana’s leg lock so she grabbed the limbs tightly and forced herself to stand up. The trainer shouted in surprise as she was lifted off the mats, stuck straddling Sakura’s shoulders as she lost some of her grip. Hana hurried to land a few more blows to the top of Sakura’s head but the bigger wrestler sat back down, swinging Hana along with the fall. It whipped her forward to smash her head and shoulders first on the mats, briefly deafening the audience with the sound of the impact.
Sakura breathed heavily and leaned back on her palms, pulling on her sweaty outfit. The soft fabric retained heat too well and she was heating up from the beating, so she shrugged her arms out of the sleeves. The audience whistled as it exposed the fat fighter’s huge jugs, shaking out her sweaty hair before going after Hana again.
The Misty copycat was still practically upside down, seeing stars from the impact and figuring out which way was up. Sakura took her by the legs and grunted hard, pulling to straighten her out of her folded position. She dragged Hana a few paces towards the edge of the ring before throwing all her weight to one side. She swung Hana like a human hammer throw, spinning her swiftly before coming to an abrupt halt as her face smashed into the side of the ringpost.
Hana let out a wordless grunt as she connected hard and flopped back to the mat. She rolled over in pain, clutching at her face gingerly where her nose had been busted open into a steady stream of blood.
“Dumb skinny bitch! This is MY ring!” Sakura shouted boastfully. She stomped on Hana’s skinny belly before kicking her hand away from her face. She planted her heavy sole on her face and ground it there, smearing the blood around as Hana writhed and screamed in agony.
“I’m gonna make a natural redhead out of you yet!” Sakura shouted, fired up on her bloodlust combined by the encouraging crowd. They knew the kind of brutality the girls would pull on their own girlfriend, so they knew what they were getting into with tonight’s action.
It continued at that pace as Hana managed to throw Sakura’s blood-stained, costumed foot off her face. Sakura grabbed her roughly under the arm and dragged her up, shoving the blood Pokémon cosplayer into the corner before peeling down her suspenders. The audience cheered louder as they got the next thing they were coming for, grabbing and ripping the cheap top right in half. Her perky C-cups flopped freely out of her top while Hana’s head was still spinning.
“You call those tits? What do you think of these!?” Sakura took a step back, bouncing her much bigger jugs in her hands. The fan whistled for the jiggling orbs but as she rushed at Hana, one time being stuck in the corner was too many for her to let it happen again. She threw up a foot and let Sakura’s gut run right into her sneaker, burying it deep in her jell rolls as she staggered back breathless. The thick padding wasn’t enough to stop the blow as the now topless Misty lookalike rushed and dropkicked the bending Sakura right in the face, dropping her flat on the mats with her guts and tits jiggling atop her.
She was dazed from the fall but it wasn’t enough for Hana to let up. She was mad on pain and the scent of her own blood as she stood over Sakura, grabbing the ropes for balance as she drove her sole down on her throat. Sakura hacked up another messy glob of spit over her face as she pulled at the foot, wheezing noisily for air as her rosy cheeks turned a concerning shade of red.
“Stay down! You fat fuckin’ cunt!” Hana shouted, bouncing with the ropes to drive her foot roughly down on Sakura’s chubby neck.
The sumo kept thrashing enough that she let up, holding the top rope and swinging herself at an angle so that she kicked Sakura in the side. It sent the heavyweight rolling out under the bottom rope, splatting to the hard surrounding floor and falling almost completely out of her costume. She moaned and tried to drag herself back up, her wide ass sticking straight out as the outfit barely clung to her legs.
She tugged at her onesie to slowly strip herself naked to let herself stand back up. Hana showboated briefly in the ring before she balanced on the top rope and leapt off. A showy flip preceded her slamming a huge leg drop down on Sakura’s back, getting the pudgy pink-haired wrestler to scream out in pain. She flopped briefly as Hana grabbed her by the hair.
“Time to catch this pokebitch!” Hana shouted at her foe and the crowd. She went over to the ring and pulled out a few foreign objects as the crowd got fired up. She set up a small wooden folding table by the ring before she pulled out a belt with a number of pokeballs. Rather than removing them to use them, she wrapped it around her fist.
Hana dragged Sakura up to her knees and hammered her with the pokeball-lined belt like a set of brass knuckles, making sure the hefty girl was knocked silly. Grunts and spittly came from her dazed face until she was leaning limply against the redhead. She signaled to the crowd as she dropped the belt weapon, stuffed the pink-haired pokemon’s head under her arm and slung her chubby limb across her shoulders. Sinking her hands into her thick ass cheek, she grunted and went for a suplex onto the table.
With Sakura’s girth, it only took a hint of resistance to stop the move. Hana growled and tried again and failed like the first time, barely lifting Sakura off her feet before they kicked and pulled her back down. Sakura suddenly yanked the belt from the ground and took down Hana’s shorts along with it. She shoved one end of the fist-sized orbs up between Hana’s legs. It went roughly inside her like an especially large anal bead, getting the trainer girl to howl in pain from the sudden intrusion.
“Too sturdy for you, bitch!” Sakura growled as she bearhugged around the skinnier girl’s middle. She was too shocked and hurting to resist as the sweaty bbw lifted her up and body slammed her onto the table. It readily split in a spray of splinters beneath their combined force and weight, tearing in two with the two ladies in the middle.
They both didn’t move for a few seconds before Sakura rolled back off of her. Hana was still barely groaning and stirring as the pink-haired sumo dragged her back up. She drove a hefty fist into Hana’s skinny stomach, getting a messy huff as it made her pussy clench around the inserted pokeball bead. Smirking as Hana pawed weakly at her twat, she threw the scrawnier fighter at the ring. With the low angle her stomach ran right into the ring apron, bending her halfway into the ring with her ass facing the crowd. She grabbed each end of the inserted pokeball belt and started to firmly shove both ends up her ass and pussy on either side. Hana wailed out as her ass and pussy were stuffed full of the improvised sex toys. She was just awake enough to howl in pain, even as her bucking hips suddenly squirted outside the ring as her body flopped inside it. With her mouth hanging open, her eyes, pussy and mouth watered mindlessly and the exhausted Sakura saw her chance.
She rolled Hana into the ring completely but pulled her hair to leave her head hanging out under the ropes. The pink sumo Snorlax climbed up the ring apron, sized her up and then jumped to drop her jumbo ass down on Hana’s head. Her big cheeks jiggled as her sweaty asshole dropped across her nose and mouth, flooding them with her soft flesh. Hana’s body bucked and shuddered briefly before she went out completely. Her limp body laid listless and motionless, even when the bell rang. The pokemon victory music played and the drooling Hana barely twitched as Sakura held up her arms in weary triumph.
“OH my gosssh! You were so hot out there!” Sumomo gushed as Sakura hobbled backstage. Her plump girlfriend hugged and peppered her with proud kisses, even as she winced from the blood and bruises being praised.
“Okay, okay. I get it, piglet. I know I’m a big hot ass kicker,” Sakura scolded as she palmed and pushed Sumomo’s face away… but not before sneaking in a couple kisses of her own.
“Now I need to go stuff myself silly until I can’t feel all these injuries through all the sweets and buns I can eat.”
“Sounds like fun,” Sumomo giggled as a chubby but feminine boy and a short tomboy went past them in colorful wigs and costumes to hit the ring.
“You rest up then, but don’t pass out before you get to see my match.”
The blonde tugged on her Sailor Moon wig before hurrying off to find her plus-sized skirt for the battle royale.
“Sure thing, hon. So long as your subby ass can take those rookie posers down hard and show ‘em what us big girls can do,” Sakura encouraged her in her own way that only a lover and a rival could do.