Yuri Sumo Love (Patreon)

Sakura knew that this was a big match for the sumo wrestling club. Her team had been tearing through their district and were well on their way to regionals. Hikamaru High School was well known for their status among the sumo competitions, and this year was going ot be no different. They just needed one more win against Daimura High, and lucky for them Sakura was club's head, star fighter, and the last fighter to compete today. She was a very pudgy girl, something that might have gotten her ridiculed a few years before. With the rise of women's sumo, it was an asset more than anything as she was instantly scouted by the team when she joined the school's ranks. She had big green eyes and bright pink hair that curled just above her broad shoulders. Her rose cheeks smiled as she stepped into the round, empty ring, stomping hard to make her bare breasts and belly wobbled. The school didn't adhere to every little rule of sumo, but they hold them to the key tradition: the girls always fought in nothing but the mawashi, or "sumo thong" as some of the girls liked to playfully call it. It fit snugly between her soft cheeks and groin; always better to be too tight than too loose, because exposing yourself in the middle of a fight was a lot worse than being slightly uncomfortable.
As she stepped into the simple arena, the bleachers full of cheering students from both schools, Sakura wouldn't consider that Sumomo was in a very similar position. Daimura High were the aces of the sumo world as well, and frequent rivals to Hikamaru. Sumomo was another round young woman, built wide and soft at a little over 200 lbs. She had straight blonde hair that ended a bit below her broad shoulders, and bright blue eyes that showed her mixed Western/Japanese heritage. She had just transferred to the school and club, but she had been training in sumo under her father for most of her teens. She impressed the Daimura team so much that she was appointed the team strategist and their ace in the hole, one of the biggest girls on any of the competing teams.
It was why Sumomo smiled widely to see Sakura across the ring from her. Not only was she the one girl between her and winning their whole contest, but she looked like an actual challenge. Sakura Sumomo had tossed around and slammed down thinner and weaker girls all along the way to this match, and someone who not only looked comparable in skill and strength, but even had a similar build to them got them excited... in a number of ways. Sakura saw Sumomo's cute, chubby-cheeked smile, but she also saw a slightly sadistic twist to it in her eyes.
"You're not getting past me, blondie," Sumomo declared, running her hands over her proudly round chest and belly.
"I don't have to," Sakura grinned back. "I just need to get on top of you, ya pink-haired pig."
Sumomo smiled a bit wider, as if pleased to find Sakura was her equal at trash talk as well as sheer girth. The referee waved a hand for them to begin and the heavy girls charged for each other like a pair of chubby mountain goats. Sakura threw a palm strike at Sumomo's face, intending to put her off balance, but the blonde dodged her head around it. Sumomo tried to thrust her own hands into the plateau of Sakura's chest, but the pink fighter swung her other meaty arm across her front. It steps into Sumomo's wrists, knocking the hands aside but unable to stop the charging opponent.
The two girls collided with a fleshy slap, an entirely new sensation for the both of them. Sakura felt herself jiggle against her opponent rather than sending her flying off her feet like most girls she'd faced before. Sumomo's belly rippled against her own in a strange sort of rhythm, making their breasts mash together and rub together. The surprisingly intimate contact had Sakura's nipples harden, just to find them grazing against Sumomo's in the middle of the match.
Undeterred, Sumomo grabbed her opponent by the belt of her mawashi and pulled sharply to one side. For all her strength, Sakura hardly budged, her own bulk preventing Sakura from moving her too far. Sakura thrust her hips forward, pressing her hefty body into Sumomo's even harder. The blonde budged back an inch or two, but she proved similarly solid in her stance and size.
"Go down," Sakura growled, pushing her tree trunk leg between Sumomo's and trying to use it to trip her. Sumomo just leaned into Sakura, moving one hand to grab her meaty breast like a handle and using the pink fighter's own girth for balance. The end result just ended with them being tangled even closer, with Sakura's knee rubbing against Sumomo's crotch.

The blonde's cheeks grew pink, whether from exhaustion, embarrassment, or excitement. The girls weren't used to matches going on this long, since sumo bouts tended to be quick and rough. They were building up a thick sweat trying to budge their rival, mashed so close to each other that they could not only smell the other girl but feel their sweat running to mix with their own between the curves and folds of their bellies and breasts.
Sumomo grit her teeth until she drooled trying to push back into Sakura, driven on by her pride and competitive nature as well as the cheers and shouts of her team and the crowd. It made her stomach ache to meet Sakura in the belly to belly duel, the soft flesh locking and grinding together as if it were trying to merge them together into one.
A sort of outrage grew in the back of Sakura's head. She was supposed to be the biggest and the strongest, not her! “Go down, bitch!" Sakura growled bitterly. She held onto Sumomo's waist while her hand shoved up into the blonde's chin, forcing her panting mouth shut and her neck painfully upward. Sumomo held onto Sakura with a death grip, even digging her nails into one of the folds of Sakura's stomach and squeezing to send a vengeful pain through her guts. Sumomo pulled and lifted as Sakura's belt to try to throw her off, but it just wedged the silky garment up deeper into her crevices as the two girls jiggling and ground into each other.
It struck Sumomo that she'd met an equal. Not just a close fight, but someone who seemed to match her inch for inch. Her muscles ached and her breasts and belly were being crushed between them, but Sakura's own straining face told her that she was going through the same thing. The chubby folds ground sweaty flesh together, irritating their skin with red marks as they pushed and clawed at anything they could reach. Sakura pulled down on Sumomo's hair while Sumomo changed her stance to squeeze and pull at her foe's plump bottom. They were hurting each other, but wearing themselves out and being hurt at the same rate.
It was Sumomo who thought to break the standoff first. She refused to back down, so retreating wasn't the plan at all, but she didn't want to lose the last of her strength just to discover that Sakura could outlast her by a split second. She looped her chubby leg around Sakura's and used the last of her strength to tip her over sideways by throwing herself in the same direction. Sumomo tried to angle her body to make Sakura land first, the only real thing that mattered in the end with a sumo match; the first one to touch the ground with anything but their feet or step outside the ring lost.
But Sakura figured out what she was doing almost as quick as she'd started. Sakura couldn't prevent the fall, but she poured her significant weight into it to try overcoming Sumomo''s leverage with her own to let the blonde crash down first instead of her. It left the two free falling out of the ring, dropping the few feet until they slammed into the matted floor outside facing each other.
"Draw! Daimura and Hikamaru are tied!"
"WHAT!?" Sakura and Sumomo boosted themselves up looking back at the judge. There was a lot of shocked shouts from the crowd, and bickering from both of the schools' teams, but the referee was unmoving on his call. They had landed on their sides, still clenched together when their love handles had bumped into the mats. Sumomo turned to Sakura. Neither had lost in their entire time on their respective teams, and the vacant stares showed they weren't sure how to feel about it. Sakura finally brought herself to her feet, heading back towards her teammates. They were quick to console her, argue the decision, and trash talk Sumomo, but Sakura found it hard to keep her eyes off the evenly matched blonde.

Sumomo went through a similar treatment, assuring the girls that she was fine. Just a little banged up. She went right to the locker room to strip out of her sweaty mawashi and slip into one of the shower stalls. The short but intense fight had left Sumomo exhausted and sweaty, and the hot water poured its cleansing sting over her various scratches and scrapes. She started to scrub down her long hair and big body when a knock came at the door of the stall.
"I'm in here!" Sumomo called back over the open top of the door.
"Good," Sakura answered.
Sumomo paused at the sound of her voice speaking to her for the first time without a taunt or a curse behind it. She stopped cleaning herself as the water ran over her mountainous breasts and round belly. "Oh... it's you..."
"Yea." Sakura sat her wide body down on the bench near the showers, already in her bra and panties from her changing room. The rest of the team had gone ahead to get dressed, allowing the two captains to clean up, but Sakura had slipped over to the locker room being used by Sumomo's team. "That was a pretty crazy match, huh?"
"Yea," Sumomo agreed, matching Sakura's hesitant tone. "You okay?"
"I'm a little beat up. I'd say I've had worse from a match before, but..."
"Yea, me neither. You were... really good."
"You were great," Sakura agreed. She wasn't sure what else to say. She hadn't felt this way before with anyone else. Matching strength and nearly naked bodies together like that was so exciting, unsure if she would win or lose for the first time in ages. It was a feeling she exclusively shared with Sumomo, the only girl she'd consider a rival or...
Sakura was always a girl of action more than words. She finally sat up and stepped out of her panties, opening the shower door. Sumomo looked surprised, but made no move to stop her as Sakura squeezed her way in with her. The stall was built for a normal sized person, so Sumomo didn't have a ton of room to move inside; the two of them together made them mash up against her former foe. The feeling was familiar as their slippery breasts and hanging bellies rubbed together, but now they were away from prying eyes, and wearing even less clothing. Sakura moved in closer to her, breasts and bellies molding together again before Sakura leaned in and passionately kissed Sumomo with her wet, hungry mouth.

Sumomo gasped softly against Sakura's lips, but made no motion to stop her advances. The blonde leaned one arm on the wall of the shower, allowing Sakura to start ravishing her with her hands and lips. The pink-haired girl's fingers buried into Sumomo's sides and ass, molding the spongy flesh warmed by the shower. Sumomo accepted the primal show of affection before she finally brought up her hands to cup and squeeze Sakura's heavy breasts. She kissed at the wide areola and fat nipples that grew harder with every touch before she sucked noisily on one of them.
Sakura gave a loud moan, finally alone with her perfect rival. The chubby blonde was a treasure for her to admire, her hands probing at every yielding lump of fat and hard chords of firm muscle lying underneath. Everything about her felt big and beautiful. Sakura just wanted to explore every inch of this mysterious new girl that had entered her life and thrown everything out of sorts. She wanted to know how she smelled and tasted, and the sounds she could get her to make.
Sumomo let out a soft but high-pitched coo as Sakura ran her hands down the blonde's belly and over her dense thighs. She was the star of her club and the biggest girl in her school, so no one she knew would touch her like this. While seen as something of a stone giantess in a fight, she was her daddy's sweet creampuff out of the ring. She had wanted to see what Sakura could do, and being pinned against the wall of the stall while the hands as strong as her own exploring her folds and curves felt like just what she needed.
The sumo students' passionate makeout session soon had Sakura's fingers sliding under Sumomo's gut. They brushed past the short, damp bush to dip between Sumomo's pussy lips. The blonde parted her chunky thighs to let her in, finding her feminine folds to be as warm and wet as the shower itself. Sumomo pressed her wide hips into Sakura's hand, but took her by the hair to pull her into more noisy, greedy kisses.
"You're so sexy," Sakura whispered to her sudden lover as her fingers spread out Sumomo's nethers. She began stroking two of her digits inside the blonde's snatch, staring obsessively up at her to watch every reaction in her jiggling body and contorting face.
"You're beautiful... so strong," Sumomo purred, belly bouncing slightly as she humped against Sakura's fingers. "Almost as strong as me... I love it."
Sakura kept up her fingers as she smirked up at her. She bit at one of Sakura's huge tits, right next to the hard little nipple capping off her mammary. "Almost? You wish," she chuckled softly as she tugged on the nipple with her teeth. "I'd tear you apart in a real fight?"
"I would looove to see you try," Sumomo cooed, drooling from both of her sets of lips as Sakura's fingers massaged her intimates. Being fucked by the girl she'd only met in the ring felt so dirty, and it was wilder than anything she had experienced. She was still just getting over the high of the fight when Sakura had shown up to share her body once again. Sumomo drew her fingers along Sakura's face gently. "I'd fuck you up good and then ride on that bruised up pretty face."
"That you, Sumo girl?" This time, both Sakura and Sumomo froze. It was the voice of Kuroko, Sumomo's teammate that had returned to the locker room. Sumomo shared a glance with her secret lover. If the teams found out that they had just tied in a match and then got caught having sex in the showers, it would definitely send the wrong kind of message. Messages that included the words "threw the fight" and "sabotage" and "traitor."
"Yea, it's me," Sumomo managed, even if she had to clear her throat first.
"Ah, cool. Tough break, huh?"
"Yea, um... it's okay. We'll get em next time," Sumomo insisted. She looked down at Sakura and stroked her wet pink hair. Sakura smiled up at her before she started to softly suck on Sumomo's nipple. The blonde gasped but bit her lip to try to keep her aroused noises under wraps. She shook her head at Sakura, not wanting to get caught like this, but the pink rival smiled and started to finger Sumomo once again.
Kuroko went on as she went through a locker. "So you doing anything tonight? The girls were talking about going for barbecue tonight if you were free."
Sumomo's eyes bounced between Sakura and the door of her shower. Why was Kuroko still here?! "I uh... I might be busy tonight. Dad's cooking and-" Sakura's probing fingers lifter Sumomo's gut and got her at an angle where she could push against the edge of the blonde's clitoris. She broke her excuse to whisper a "Ohhh, fuck," as quietly as she could manage. "And... uhn... and he wants me home early..."
"Ah, okay," Kuroko said. Sakura moved Sumomo around the narrow stall, squashing their bodies around without removing her hand from Sumomo's pussy. Sakura ended up behind the blonde, hugging around her belly while she kissed her neck and jawline. One hand cupped and pushed up into Sumomo's tender and swollen clit, while the other roamed around to worship Sakura's big belly and breasts.
"Maybe tomorrow?" Sumomo squeaked, getting Sakura's low chuckle in her ear. Sumomo's pink-haired tormenter loved how her soft butt jiggled against her crotch in this position.
"Sounds good," Kuroko agreed. "Don't sweat it, though, okay? That pink piglet ain't got nothin on you, right?"
A gentle laugh tickled Sumomo's ear again. Sakura gave some soft piggy noises for the blonde before nibbling her ear. She stepped up her fingering game as she started to roll her fingertips around the hardening bud within her pussy.
"Yea!" Sumomo squeaked again. She was biting her lip to try to keep from releasing a screaming orgasm while her friend was a dozen yards away. She was fighting her own instincts as much as she was Sakura's fingers, and she hoped that the damp squishing noise of her sexual juices would be mistaken for just some intense scrubbing.
"Alright, seeya then. Don't have too much fun without me." They heard the door shut, and the red-faced Sumomo tensed up. She held her breath to make sure there weren't any more footsteps, then let it all out in a huge grunt that sprayed saliva of her breasts and chin. Her pussy clenched around Sakura's fingers while she squirted out the biggest orgasm of her life. A quick but solid spurt of her cum gushed over Sakura's hand as she kept pumping, seeing that the Sumomo was tended to until she was done humping, gasping and wailing through the euphoria. Sakura loved how the other girl jiggled sharply against her front, holding her tightly by the crotch and breast as she held her through the impromptu orgasm.
"There's a good girl," Sakura giggled in her ear. Sumomo leaned limply back against her, moaning and pawing at her recent lover's hips. The blonde leaned back to kiss Sakura softly, still dizzied and her chunky legs weak from her fresh spurt of cum. "Call me sometime and we can do this again..."
Sakura started to slide out from behind Sumomo, but the blonde caught her by the hair and pushed her against one of the walls. The combined weight of the girls rattled the stall, Sakura gasping as her breasts mashed against the cool material. She braced her hands against the wall to try to straighten herself, but Sumomo grabbed her hips as her own big body prevented her from turning around at all.
"You're not going anywhere yet," Sumomo purred, dropping to her chubby knees as the water continued to pour over both of their backs. "Not until I get my payback." Sumomo kneaded the pink-haired girl's bottom, bouncing her smooth and soft cheeks around before she shoved her face in between them, kissing noisily before she buried her tongue inside. Sumomo wasn't one to let a grudge go easily, but she certainly wasn't one to let a favor go unreturned either.
Sakura gasped as the blonde ate out her chubby ass, snaking her thick, strong arms around her waist. She couldn't reach all the way around her wide body, just kneading Sakura's soft stomach like a simple act of admiration and praise. Sumomo was pleased to find her former rival's ass to have a strange but not truly foul taste. It wasn't that it was perfectly clean from the sweat of the match so much as she found herself enjoying the strange and natural flavor. And the way that Sakura moaned from the hungry attention from the subby sumo told her it was appreciated.
"Ohhh, you ass-licking slut! No fair!" Sakura hissed, biting her lip as she looked over her shoulder with her chubby cheek against the wall. Sumomo just looked back up at her, batting her eyes like a proud puppy looking for approval. "Mmmf... you're just lucky you're so good at it, so I can't stay mad at that."
Sumomo gave a loud, slurping lick between her cheeks as if to prove Sakura's statement, creating a shiver that made the pink-haired sumo's whole body jiggle. Sumomo giggled and repeated the long licks, burying her face in the soft fat of Sakura's rear to stuff her tongue in deeper. As Sumomo ate on, she slid her hands down the chunky thighs of her lover, urging them apart. She withdrew one hand to slide straight under Sakura's legs and thrust three fingers inside the pink-bushed pussy right against her clit. Sakura gave a huge gasp, almost cumming on the spot from the sudden intrusion from the strong fingers. Her wet hands ran down the smooth surface of her wall with a loud squeaking affect, one of them latching onto Sumomo's hair to pull her deeper into her flabby ass.
"Deeper... harder... oh god, you're such a good slut," she panted, grinding her ass up and down on Sumomo's face as she helpfully licked and sucked all the sweat and shower water from her cheeks and anus. Sakura pelted her new lover and former enemy with more lusty praise and filthy pet names until Sumomo pinched two strong fingers together around her clit, gently jerking at it in tiny, rapid motions. At that point, Sakura felt ready to melt, leaning completely on the wall and sticking her ass out as she moaned nonsensically, drooling down the walls of the shower. Even among the steady flow of the water, Sumomo could both feel and hear the thick splash of her partner's cream when Sakura's jiggling thighs parted and squirted over her hand and the floor of the shower.
Sakura looked back with half-lidded eyes as Sumomo withdrew her hand from her, just to suck the honey from her fingers like a chubby little bear cub. Sakura smiled warmly at the sight, finally squeezing her body against Sumomo's enough to turn around and lean over, kissing her on the mouth to swap the tastes of each other's juices in a sick but addictive cocktail.
"Is it possible to love you so hard that I hate you again?" Sakura muttered to her softly as the naked girls floated in the afterglow of their dirty lovemaking.
"I've never felt so... so MUCH for somebody before," Sumomo confessed. I really...
"You're so special and strong, but I want to... I want to do EVERYTHING to you. I want to taste you, and love you, and... and beat the shit out of you to prove I'm the stronger than you."
"Well that's too bad. I'll take the first two, but no way you can beat me. Today you got lucky, but I'll beat you at anything you can name."
"Boxing," Sumomo replied instantaneously.
"Yup. Wrestling?" Sakura retorted.
"I'd squash you in any ring. Streetfight?"
"I'd dent the pavement with that pretty face," Sakura said with a dreamy sigh as if she were talking about their wedding night. "Anything... just anything I can do to you... I want it. Whether I'm holding you or digging fists into you, I want to touch you all over."
Sumomo giggled and gently bit on Sakura's lip. Sakura purred softly from the teasing nibble, but Sumomo bit down hard enough that Sakura thought she broke the skin before she let go. "Is it possible to be someone's girlfriend and also their rival?" she giggled.
"I sure as fuck hope so," Sakura smiled, groping Sumomo's big ass as their wet bellies cuddled against each other like old lovers themselves. "Because we're going to try."
"How about this weekend?" Sumomo offered anxiously. "We can go out to eat, maybe see a movie... and punch the piss out of each other before I fuck my bruised little loser right in the ring."
"Swap those roles and I'm in," Sakura grinned back confidently, smiling so wide in excitement that her cheeks hurt. "My mom's got a gym, and I know a great buffet I like to raid when I'm putting on weight for the league."
"Then it's a date," Sumomo chimed happily, nuzzling her nose against Sakura's in a playful show of affection. "And it's a fight."
“Yea. See you there, sexy!”