Soft Fight

R: You know Kanaya, I still don't understand why you're getting so worked up over this. I would be more than happy to experiment.
K: I Am More Than Aware Of Your Willingness To Experiment Rose
K: But Quadrant Vacillation Is A Complicated Matter
K: And As Much As I Would Enjoy Experimenting With You
K: I Would Rather Do So At A Point In Time Wherein The Desire For A Caliginous Fling Was Not So Pressing
K: I Hope You Do Not Mind
R: Kanaya, I will always be supportive of the fact that your race has a rather unique outlook on romance. If you feel the need to go have one of your quadrants filled, then feel free! I am not so insecure as to worry about whether or not you'll come back to me.
R: What worries me though, is the question of whom? Our options in this new universe are rather limited, after all. Unless you fancy a blackrom dalliance with one of my turtles?
K: I Have Somebody In Mind
K: Hopefully She Will Be Willing To Play Along

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J: So, let me get this straight. You want to go on some kind of...hate date? I'm very flattered dearie but I am not a homosexual!
K: Hate Is A Strong Word And What I Am Asking You For Is Not Necessarily Of A Sexual Nature
K: Kismesissitude Can Just As Easily Describe An Intense Rivalry
K: Or In The Short Term Even Just A Competition
K: I Know This May Seem Like A Strange Request For A Human But My Options Are Rather Limited
J: Hm. I really would like to help you out here Kanaya, but this is all so strange to me. A competition, eh?
J: ...
K: ...
J: ...oh! OH! I know just the thing! Oh, yes, this will be fun! Come over to my place tonight, and make sure you're wearing your best lingerie!
K: My What

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	You are KANAYA MARYAM. You are standing in the bedroom of your pal JANE CROCKER. The sun set a few hours ago, and you are anything but tired.
	"Alright, take off your clothes," Jane orders, starting to slip out of her t-shirt.
	You start to remind her that she really doesn't need to do anything that makes her uncomfortable, but she cuts you off.
	"It's not like that! This is a time honored tradition among human girls, and I think it will be exactly what you're looking for!"
	Not a great source of encouragement, but you comply nonetheless, slipping out of your dress and laying it down on a nearby dresser. Glancing over at Jane, it takes everything you have to stifle a gasp. Now bound only by her sky blue bra, Jane's hefty breasts spill out into the room. And here you had thought they were large before!
	Now, make no mistake, you are certainly an attractive lady yourself. Rose has always gone to great lengths to compliment you on your "motherly figure," and you've come to be quite proud of it. You had always been the most shapely amongst your fellow trolls, after all. But compared to Jane Crocker, you may as well be a little girl.
	You realize too late that you have been staring, and glance up at Jane's face. Amazingly, she doesn't seem to have noticed, and is absent mindedly laying her shirt and skirt on the dresser beside your dress. Your eyes can't help but resume their hungry appraisal of her body. Wait. Did you say hungry? Oh Jane, so sweet and innocent. You really hope she'll forgive you for this. You glance down at her meaty thighs, and start to think of--
	WHOMP
	Something soft collides with the side of your head, catching you completely unaware. You tumble over sideways and collapse onto the equally soft bed. Feeling the mattress shift underneath your nearly naked frame, you look up to see Jane on her knees on the other end of the bed. In her hands is your recent assailant; a pink pillow.
	"This, Kanaya, is what us human girls refer to as a pillow fight." As she speaks you climb up onto the bed and grab a pillow of your own, facing her. "The object of this competition is to use these fluffy pillows to batter your opponent into submission. To the victor go the spoils. That is to say, if you want this encounter to get romantic, you'll have to fight for it! So try. To. Say. Focusssssed."
	Drawing out the final sentence seductively, Jane bends forward slightly, deftly using her arms to force her already prodigious chest out even further. Your eyes fall down, down into a soft, warm blur, and your head starts to fog up. You feel desire welling up in your body, your lust is starting to get uncontrollable. Still staring into Jane's breasts, you begin to reach forward and--
	WHAMP
	Jane's pillow collides with your chin, sending you reeling backwards. Alright then. Time to start taking things seriously. Recovering quickly, you swing your own pillow around in a counter attack. A couple hits to the head should disorient her enough for you to--
	WHAMBO
	Effortlessly ducking underneath your swing, Jane responds with a heavy blow to your side, knocking a lot of the wind out of you. These repeated blows are starting to wear on you. Starting to tire you. Starting to make you angry. Those familiar feelings of blackrom lust start to well up inside of you.
	"Hoo hoo hoo, you'll need to do better than that Kanaya!" Jane, on the other hand, seems to be having the time of her life. Her enthusiasm and the ease with which she's smacking you around only serve to make you want her more. "You'll be hard pressed to beat Jane Crocker at a pillowfight dearie! I am simply the best there is!"
	FWUMP WHAM WHUMP BIMP
	Over and over you try to land even one blow on her, and each time you receive yet another from her. As you tire, you find it harder and harder to keep your eyes off of her; a fact that she uses to her advantage. You start to realize that every one of her attacks is made to draw attention to her body. With every strike, the mix of barely contained lust and complete humiliation grows even more intense.
	Finally, after direct hit on your face causes Jane to roll backwards giggling, you decide you've had enough. It is time to show this human how trolls consummate black romance. Your body quivers in excitement as you toss your pillow aside and lunge at her. Too late do you notice her smug smirk.
	"Gotcha," she whispers, leaning back further and throwing her hips up to meet your lunge. In an instant you feel her heavy thighs wrap around your neck, stopping your charge dead. Glaring down at the now very relaxed looking Jane, you start to take stock of the situation. Luckily, you can still breathe; it seems that for now Jane is content to hold you in place. Your neck is wrapped in her soft, warm legs, and you bring your hands up to caress them while you think.
	Wait. Why are you doing that? The thought crosses your mind briefly, before being forced out by further thoughts about what a wonderful situation you've found yourself in. It's almost like floating in a cloud. Even the smell is quite pleasant, with Jane's normal hint of frosting mixing enticingly with the scent of the sweat the two of you have worked up. In a daze, you look around, and your eyes meet Janes. She smiles mischievously at you.
	"Enjoying yourself are we Kanaya?"
	You snap back to reality. The anger and humiliation you're feeling overflows, and you spit profanities at the girl while raising your fist. The very moment you've moved your hand off of her leg, Jane gives you a smile and tightens the grip her thighs have on your neck. Instantly you find yourself unable to breathe, and the soft constriction on your neck forces out a light moan. You bring your hands back to her thighs in an attempt to pry them apart, only to find the grip loosened almost immediately.
	So this is her game. If you want to breathe, you'll have to keep rubbing her thighs. She's got you trapped, and she knows it. Your entire body shakes in frustration, but you can't decide if it's coming from your unfulfilled lust or your utter defeat. Jane holds you in place for what seems like an eternity, and it's all you can do to keep from completely losing focus and giving yourself over to the bliss at being surrounded by soft flesh. Her body really is overwhelming, and on more than one occasion you realize that you've been staring down at her chest even as you try not to think about her legs. Eventually though, it seems that she has had enough, and she reaches up and pulls your face forwards into her crotch.
	"Lick," she commands firmly. You refuse. This is one offense to many. You may have been beaten, but you won't let her have this. Jane seems to understand your intention, and slowly starts to increase the pressure between her legs. Now surrounding your head, it's not long before the grip on your skull starts to get painful. You weakly thrash your body around, but to no avail. Jane continues her constriction, and you feel yourself start to black out. Still, at least in your defeat you've denied her that final pleasure.
	"Kanaya dearie, I really hope I don't have to knock you out. It would be a shame to have to carry you back to Rose's place dressed as you are now."
	No! If Rose were to find out about this she would never let you live it down. Choking down your pride, you stick your tongue out and begin to lick. To your credit, you have a great deal of experience with this particular activity. It doesn't take too long to bring Jane to orgasm, and she manages not to put you in too much pain as her body tightens up in the throes of ecstasy.
	Finally, she releases you, and your head drops onto the bed like a rock. You're exhausted, and your entire body feels sore. More than that though, you feel a sense of humiliation stronger than anything you've ever felt welling up inside of you. Never in your life have you felt quite this beaten.
	"There there," Jane says softly, "There's no shame in getting beaten by a more experienced opponent. Roxy and I used to do this kind of thing every now and then, after all. I do hope this has satisfied your wacky alien urges. Let me go grab you some cake to take home with you."
	As she heads off into her kitchen, you begin to plot your revenge. It seems that you may have found a real kismesiss after all. Perhaps next time you'll invite Rose along to help...


--Fin--