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Part 5: Spar
🕑 Added 2018-07-21 20:32:25 +0000 UTC Today I bring to you the next installment in Bubbles' story. Written by LFN Park.-
Part 5: Spar
She bounced up and down in a steady rhythm as the rope spun around her. She crossed her caramel arms, changing the swing without skipping the sequence she’d established. Her muscles burned, but she forced herself to keep it up until she reached a number in her head as Bubbles ticked off her jumps.
Bubbles took a moment to breath, leaning against her thighs. Two weeks now she’d been to that damned shack every morning, and Brie had made one thing very clear; the giantess was not as strong as she’d thought.
When Brie had shown her how to move metal, she had foolishly thought she could handle it. Her arms were noodles after a few minutes while Brie had continued, not even winded.
That woman. She insisted on the name Bubbles for her. It infuriated her; worse, it had started to circulate around the estate. The doctor had started calling her it, even Maki had taken to it in the evenings at dinner.
She wasn’t good at it. Bubbles knew it; smithing was not something she would ever fully master by desire or skill. Still, the experience wasn’t without its rewards… Bubbles found herself adapting to her lack of depth perception better with the smithing, which slowly was translating to her more familiar training. Right now it was a conscious effort, judging the distances and reaching out accordingly, but Bubbles knew it would get easier and more subconscious as she did it. The slow acclimation was infuriating, but progressional.
She looked around the gym at the others, someone sparring in the ring while others were using the weight racks or running through general exercises on the padded areas. Bubbles replaced the jump rope in its bin against the wall before going over to the one hanging bag not being used; the one raised to match her height.
She sneered softly; she could feel eyes on her from all over the gym. Bubbles hated that; wherever she went people watched and looked, the real assholes yelling things like freak or monster at her. Nobody in this gym dared, but she swore she could feel it in their gaze. It didn’t help the plastic half-mask she wore drew even more attention to scarred face.
That was fine. She took her aggression out on the bag hanging down. She measured her blows, each one costing a moment’s stall as she judged the distance and struck with a satisfying impact. Bubbles struck with a slow combo, falling shy on the last few strikes but managing to not lose her balance or over correct. She sighed in frustration and continued her practice.
It was a few minutes later Bubbles noticed a hush falling over the gym, the sounds of weights and the shaking of the ring fading to a dead silence. Only her blows resounded in the area, and she halted quickly. Bubbles looked around and saw the people’s eyes not on her, but instead
facing the entrance to the gym.
Bubbles turned to match their gaze and saw what had drawn their attention.
The tiny olive-skinned Maki was strolling through the gym, grinning brightly as her eyes scanned each person. Her hair was tied back, and Bubbles was astounded to see her dressed in a tight pair of turquoise workout pants and a matching sports bra and shirt. Bubbles had never seen her in the gym outside of that one incident…. And she was walking straight towards Bubbles.
Her hazel eyes met Bubbles bright blue eye and looked up at her, resting her hands on her wider hips as she stared up at her.
“You are looking good, darling!” Maki laughed, blatantly ignoring the hush she’d drawn over the gymnasium.
“...Thank you.” Bubbles replied awkwardly, her eye flickering to the people around them.
“It’s good to see Brie isn’t treating you too harshly. I see no hammer marks on your head.”
“She is…..unique.” Bubbles felt unease at how her baritone seemed to echo in the silence. “She tells me your stamina has improved as has your coordination. I can see the definition in your arms has gotten even better.” Bubbles gasped when Maki grasped her larger arm, running fingers over the curves of her biceps with a naughty grin. “Absolutely delicious.”
“Th-thank you…?” Bubbles drew back a little, surprised at the sudden contact.
“Good work should be praised, darling. I am dying, though, to test you.” She turned abruptly to the ring, pointing to its inhabitants.
“Antonio! Chester! Might I borrow the ring for a bit?” The two men nodded and quickly vacated as Maki turned back to Bubbles.
“I-I’m not ready….” She stuttered, then grunted when Maki suddenly leapt up at Bubbles. Instinctively the caramel amazon caught her, one arm under her back and the other under her legs as Maki wrapped her arms around Bubbles neck with a giggle.
“I’ll be the judge.” She leaned closer to Bubble’s ear, her lips barely an inch away as she spoke in a tiny whisper. “Let’s give these folks a good show. To the ring, darling.”
Bubbles gulped, but took quick steps to the ring steps, setting Maki on the top step. She smiled daintily as she put both hands on the turnbuckle and vaulted over it with an ease Bubbles didn’t expect. She landed in a crouch, laughing as she drew herself back up with a dancer’s ease as a
crowd gathered around the ring.
Bubbles stepped over the ropes with ease, a nervousness in her steps as she met Maki in the middle of the ring. Maki stretched, leaning down to one side to stretch one leg out before moving to the other before popping back up to meet Bubbles’ worried gaze.
“You’ve fought in front of a crowd before. What makes this different?” Maki tilted her head up at her, stretching her arms behind her head.
“...I don’t know…” She admitted, her one eye flickering to the faces around the ring. Her eye came abruptly back to Maki when the smaller woman reached up and grasped her caramel cheeks firmly. Those hazel eyes held a steel in them now, the smile gone and replaced with a grim determination as her voice dropped low.
“Focus. Forget them. They are nothing. It is just you and I. Right here. Right now. There is the ring under our feet. The ropes and turnbuckles are the edge of the world. Everything beyond is nothing. You and I are the only two people in the world right now. Understood?”
“Yes.” Bubbles took a deep breath, refocusing herself. Her single eye locked on Maki, everyone else fading away as she continued to breath. The smaller woman nodded and let her hands drop to her sides. She folded them behind her back, resuming her large smile as she took a step back. “At your leisure, darling.” She chuckled, giving Bubbles a bow. The larger woman followed suit, taking a step back and taking familiar stance.
Bubbles took a second to analyze what she knew; the smaller woman was quick and agile, but not nearly as strong. She had no idea what kind of training Maki really had except for one singular encounter where she’d employed a hold on her.
Best to figure that out first, she thought to herself.
She took a cautionary swing at Maki, who simply sidestepped. A halting left and right was also easily evaded s Maki held her arms behind her back. Two quick kicks were avoided narrowly as Maki moved with a dancers grace.
“You’re hesitating before each strike, darling. Makes it very easy to predict.” Maki smiled Bubbles narrowed her eye; there was another thing to consider about Maki as well.
She liked to talk.
She dashed forward, arms outstretched to grab Maki. The olive woman deftly ducked under her arms, unfurling her hands to grasp Bubble’s left wrist and shoulder and twist, using the larger girls momentum and weight to send her to the mat with a crash. She held the arm up, one foot
pressing gently on Bubbles’ shoulder.
“That’s one for m--” Maki did not expect the larger woman’s other arm to move so fast, grabbing a hold of her ankle and pulling as her captured arm did the same. Maki’s grip slackened as she struggled to maintain her balance on one leg, until Bubbles grabbed her other leg and yanked. The smaller woman fell backward as Bubbles maintained her grip, the breath driven out of her as she hit the mat. Bubbles swung herself up and over on top of Maki, pinning her arms over her head.
“One to one.” Bubbles thundered, then blinked when she Maki grinning naughtily up at her.
“I do love this position…” She giggled, her chest heaving as she breathed in excitement.
Bubbles gulped and stood back up, releasing Maki from her grip. Maki laughed and curled her hips up, nipping back to a crouch as Bubbles resumed her stance.
“OOoo. Does sexy talk make you nervous, darling? You’re blushing.” Maki giggled, licking her lips. Bubbles remained silent, well aware of the blush on her cheeks as Maki suddenly dashed forward. The larger woman took a swing at the oncoming Maki, who ducked underneath and drove two quick blows to Bubbles side with her palms before ducking under another massive swing, stepping to the side of the larger girl. Maki delivered a quick kick to the back of Bubbles’ knee, unbalancing the giantess, who brought her elbow down towards the smaller girl’s head.
Maki was ready. She caught Bubbles elbow as she stepped further behind her, bringing her caramel arm across her body as her leg struck Bubble’s knee again. The momentum plus Maki’s sudden pivot brought the giantess face down to the mat, the hard plastic mask bouncing against the thin fabric as Maki dropped with her, arm clutched and twisting it painfully in an armbar.
“Two to one, darling. Submit?” Maki giggled playfully. Bubbles grunted, clenching her captured fist. She fought to her knee’s, gritting her teeth against Maki’s torque. With abrupt speed she rolled forward, feeling Maki’s pressure suddenly lift as her body reoriented with her twisted arm. She brought one knee up to catch Maki in the head, sending her sprawling back to the mat. She couldn’t ignore the collective gasp of the crowd as Bubbles crouched, their presence momentarily coming back into focus as she saw Maki momentarily lay flat on the mat, incredibly still.
Panic and worry flashed across Bubbles heaving face as she wondered if the olive woman would rise...until she saw her hips and legs curl upward, then thrust backward to bring Maki to a crouch, eyes wild and a mad grin on her face as she looked to Bubbles.
“Tied again. Invigorating!” She laughed loudly, then darted forward once more towards the large woman. Maki ducked under another swing from Bubbles, this time springing onto the large
woman’s back and wrapping her legs around her chest as one hand wrapped around Bubbles’ neck. The large woman started to reach back to grasp the smaller woman, but froze when she craned her head up and gave her a voracious kiss to her lips. Maki grinned as she pulled away, Bubble’s single eye wide in bewilderment.
“You are delicious.” Maki licked her lips with a chuckle, swinging around Bubbles’ body so she was now in front of her with her breasts eye level to Bubble’s gaze. She looked down at the caramel amazon with a mischievous grin and smouldering eyes.
“Best we call it. You’re getting me hot and bothered, darling. I submit.” Maki murmured in her ear. Bubbles gawked as Maki unwrapped herself from around her and dropped to the mat with a laugh.
“Exhilarating, darling! You are recovering well! We shall have to do this again!” Maki turned to address the crowd still watching them.
“Get back to work! It’s like you’ve never seen a spar before!” She clucked, strolling from the ring. Bubbles gaped and watched her sashay towards the exit, dumbfounded as she stood in the ring. She gulped again and felt her cheeks flush when Maki turned her head back to her and gave her a wink before continuing to walk out.
-- Maki once again had her legs kicked up on the desk in her study, though this time she held a large bag of ice against her head. She’d changed into her billowing red bathrobe and showered. In that time she could feel her muscles grow sore in her shoulder blades from hitting the mat, but she felt the pounding in her skull far more fiercely.
“She got ye good, ay?” Brie chuckled, draining her glass once more.
“I was seeing double, no lie. As big as she is, she is very flexible. I did not think she could get her knee past her chest like that.” Maki groaned, downing her own glass and sliding it over to Brie. The umbral haired woman filled both glasses and slid Maki’s back.
“What was the purpose, though?”
“Hopefully the crowd that’s been ogling her now have reason not to. Some of the more ornery charges have been thinking of challenging her for a while now, so that’s hopefully been dissuaded. She’d destroy them anyway, handicap or not.” Maki muttered.
“...And ye wanted to touch her.” Brie chuckled, giving Maki a sly look.
“She is dead sexy, Brie. She’s fucking glorious...and positively adorable when she blushes.”
Maki chuckled, then groaned as it exacerbated the pounding.
“Ye think she has any idea of sex?” Brie scoffed, idly swirling her glass.
“Judging by her reactions in the ring? Unlikely, but that makes it so much better…” Maki smiled.
“Ye a horny bitch, Maki.” Brie laughed.
“You’re not wrong.”
