MishRocks vs. Goddess Gabriella from FCF

MishRocks:
Some thought it was a scam—-created by the companies who produce Clorox, Lysol, and Purell. Others thought it was just a new strain of flu—-no biggie. And still others—-the masses—-the sheep who hung on every word of a media that loved to fan the flames of panic, and the government who stirred up the frenzy, trying to prove to the masses that they were relevant and needed—-thought it was the apocalypse.

2 months ago, when someone said Corona, one thought of a beer and lime. Today, one thinks of a virus, runny nose, coughing, fever, and in very rare instances, death. At the Klub, we tended to roll with the issues. What? Corona? Hmm, have a piece of cheesecake….. Germs? Kill ‘em with a shot of Tequila….. No stress, just fun. So how could we resist hosting the

First Annual COVID-19 International Kitten Korona Klash!

The concept was easy enough—- We had programmed the Kitten Holosuite to create a small above-ground pool—-round, roughly 15 feet in diameter, with walls about 3 feet high. And then using our own recipe (borrowed from the World Health organization with massively increased proportions), filled it with strawberry-scented hand sanitizer—-warmed to 75 degrees. Gallons of it—-hundreds of gallons, so that as one stood in the pool, the level of the warm gel came up to about mid-calf.

I had not fought in a while—-at least. month by my calculations—-so this would be to shake the rust off, and once again beat and dominate my Klub rival, Gabriella. We had agreed upon the rules days prior, and I as I climbed over the side of the pool and dropped into the warm germicidal gel, my toes curled against the slick pool floor, and the gentle aroma of strawberry wafted around my barely-covered (just a leopard print bikini bottom for now), 5’2, 99 lb body. My chestnut hair was tied back in a loose pony, and my brown eyes sparkled at the thought of once again bruising and owning the sexy body of my rival.

Bending over a bit, I scoop a handful of the warm sanitizer, and gently spread it on my bare chest, over my shoulders, and down each arm, waiting for your arrival.

(Mish Says: For those needing the recipe—-WHO-approved homemade hand sanitizer can be made from 1 cup isopropyl alcohol (40 or 60%), 1/2 cup aloe vera gel, and a bit of essential oil if you want a nice smell).

Goddess Gabriella:
So apparently Mish has had this crazy idea, go figure, that she wanted me to test out with her. At first I was skeptical, surely she could have asked someone else to help, but as soon as she mentioned it was just an arena idea to test out, I was sold, I mean the chance to finally gain revenge after a… far below average start to the year against her, I could never say no to that. Plus, I was rather intrigued to see what that mind of hers had come up with…. Stepping through the door to the Holosuite, I’m not sure what to expect and when I see you already there, standing in something, it takes a moment for it to register, after which I have a little giggle as I walk towards the edge, with only my white bikini bottoms covering part of my body. Pausing to look down and then I slide in, feeling the gel underfoot, getting a whiff of the strawberry aroma before my eyes even look up towards you, “hand sanitizer Mish… really?” Giggling again as I reach down to scoop some up and casually brush it over my breasts, before sliding some over my tummy as well, with my hair already tied back, my 5’2 105lb frame ready to go, I push a smirk onto my lips, “Well, at least I’ll be able to easily clean my hands when I’m done with you…”

Mish:
I roll my eyes at your glib remark.  You may take this lightly (but deep inside, I know you don’t—-you simple *crave* the chance to get rid of that big 0 in your 2020 record against me), but I remain stoic, watching as your curvy body plops into the warm gel, your breasts settling moments after your body does.  My eyes follow your hands as they gently smear the sanitizer onto your soft flesh, your fingers deliberately lingering on your breasts, the first I know of many subtle taunts you will throw my way.  “Knowing your recreational activities, you probably could stand to bathe in the stuff daily,…” I jab back, hands rising to chest level, slowly sloshing my way to the center of the pool, ready to beat and humiliate you—-yet again.

Gabriella:
With my eyes now just on you, I hear that little jab back and roll my eyes, but I do for once manage to hold my tongue, not bothering to be snide in return, no… that jibe is going to be dealt with physically. Starting to shift forwards, getting used to the way I can move in this gel, making sure to roll my shoulders as we close in though, knowing doing so will make my girls shake a little in your direction and then casually purring, “You know… it feels sorta Squishy underfoot… kinda like you!” Wanting to casually prod and press your buttons and make you lunge in first, not wanting to risk doing so myself until I’m used to the substance we’re in…

Mish:
You let the taunt roll of your back, literally, as you slowly approach, a bit unsure of yourself in this weird substance.  You throw the ever-present squishy moniker at me, which makes me scowl—-but at this point, I’ve heard it so much, it doesn’t really phase me.  But I make like it does—-brow furrowed, fists tighter.  I think I have a slight advantage, having had many fights (14) in similar substances, harkening back to my pie-fighting days with Natalia War Kitten.  I come just to the outside range of our mutual reach, right arm rising, bicep pumped and twitching—-and then shoot my left leg up, hoping to kick a footfull of the warm goop into your face as I go low and try to bury my bony shoulder into your gut.

Gabriella:
I can already tell, just from the way I’m moving that I’m going to need to adapt and rather fast, but still I’m confident enough that if I can make you come head on, I can handle you. Spitting my little taunt in your direction and I watch as your eyes seemingly narrow, expecting you to step within range and then fire off a punch, more so as I see that right arm coming up and mine are already shifting to block it… so naturally I’m taken by surprise as instead the gooey substance flies up and slaps me in the face, luckily none getting in my eyes, but still, it’s enough of a distraction for you to make your move, grunting and folding up as your shoulder snaps into my gut, my hands that were about to wipe my face shifting instead to press against your hips as I bend over the top of you….

Mish
The glob of goo splatters against your face—-not hitting your eyes though, saving you from a little burning and tearing.  No matter—-it does the job, distracting you, bringing your hands up, and I lunge at you, spearing your abs with my shoulder.  We travel backward—-well, you do—- as my soles slip and slide on the pool bottom; your body folds, breasts pressed against my back, hands on my hips.  My momentum stops quickly, and I haven’t been able to back you up into the side of the pool.  My hands press against your butt cheeks for a moment, and then slide down to the backs of your thighs, and then lower, to the soft underside of your knees, where I press my fingers in, trying to jerk my arms back to me and maybe bring you down onto your butt into the gel. 

Gabriella:
As soon as my body folds, I’m forced back a couple of steps, but that quickly stops as my body presses down and my hands do their best to stop your legs from pushing forwards. Buying me some much needed seconds, or at least that’s the thought that runs through my head and that’s what would be the case if I wasn’t up against such a veteran. Feeling your hands press and then slide down, I can tell what’s coming, the only problem is, I don’t really have anywhere to go to stop it… instead as your hands start to reach the back of my knees, I curl my fingers in and look to snag a hold of your bikini bottoms… feeling you jerking your own arms back and well, we’re not exactly on stable ground, feeling my legs slipping and coming up, whilst my upper body starts to fall backwards, readying myself for the hard landing, but still trying to keep hold of your bottoms as I land with a squishy thud…

Mish:
As my fingers find their spots at the back of your knees, I feel yours subtly moving from my hips to the side of my leopard-print bottoms.  *Oh, you cheeky slut…* I think, trying not to let it distract me as I jerk my hands back.  Your feet easily slide forward and up, and you lose your balance, dropping backwards, but dragging me along, your fingers clamped on the slender thong. Your body splashes a bit as it lands—-strawberry scent escaping in the bubbles—- and I get pulled down atop you, chest to slippery chest, feeling the ties on each side of my bottoms totally loose—-the garment just barely staying on me, pasted temporarily by the gel.  Scowling—-this time for real, angry at being tripped (just about) like 30 seconds into the fight—-I slide my hands out from under your legs and try to pull them up and out of the goo so I can fire a punch at your pretty and infuriating face.

Gabriella:
I’m having to not only take the landing on my back, but that your little frame crashing down onto mine as well, driving the air from me for a second, but still, I’ve managed to loosen your bikini bottoms, so that’s a win in my book for now. And I know it’s going to anger you as well, purring, “Surely by now you’re used to being stripped, squish?” Wanting to rile you up even more, feeling your hands starting to slide, I go to time it, as my own hands curl back into your ass cheeks, waiting… seeing your arms coming up and then I buck and twist, whilst pulling on your ass, trying to roll us to the left, through the gel, before you can fire off any punches at me!

Mish:
My right arm pops up of the sanitizer, fist clenched, but that’s about it—-as I feel your hips push up and into mine and then twist, your fingers pressing into my tight lil butt, and we turn, rolling on the pool bottom, until I am on my right side, facing you, breasts sliding against each through the goo.  Your hands still on my butt, i try to take advantage, bringing my left arm up, trying to tangle my fingers in your hair so i can push your face down into the gel.  “Maybe that’ll sanitize that filthy mouth of yours, Gabby…” I hiss.

Gabriella:
And it works! Quite clearly you’re not thinking that I’ll have any plan, or maybe you really just saw red and wanted to punch me… (surely not  ) sliding onto my left side, still facing you and now I just want to start digging my nails into your peachy ass, wondering how far i can push you, how many buttons I can hit. About to push my breasts out more and ready to taunt you about your own when your fingers tangle into my hair and you push my head down towards the gel, quickly closing my eyes and pulling my right hand off your ass, going to pound a fist down into your side, my feet kicking out at yours, not able to shout or scream at you without risking getting it in my mouth…

Mish:
My eyes open wide as your nails dig into my cheek.  “Catty slut!” I hiss, grabbing a nice handful of your hair and trying to submerge your face into the gel. Of course, you fight it, tightening your neck muscles, making me strain, left bicep trembling just a bit.  I manage to push your head down some—-your left cheek (facial) and half of your mouth into the strawberry goo, when Uuuungh!!!  your knuckles slam into my right side, and your feet kick at my legs.  Wincing, I release your hair and try to roll away from you, my right arm covering my sore right side, trying to get back to my knees on the slippery bottom

Gabriella:
I’m about halfway into being in the gel when my fist makes contact, with your ribs, my feet quickly following suit to your legs, feeling you releasing my face and then you go to roll away… normally I would try and stop you, but I have other matters to attend to first, pushing my body up slightly, then using my right hand to wipe the left side of my face, snarling, “Stop using the gel bitch!” Getting annoyed that you’ve already used it twice against me! My eyes shooting to where I hope you’re going to be as I start to push my body up slowly, the fact that we’re in gel making it harder to find my balance as I rise to my feet, my abs still hurting from that boney little shoulder of yours…

Mish:
I push myself up to my knees, small globs of fruit-scented gel slowly sliding down my slick skin.  Looking up, I see you’re already on your feet—-resilient slut!  Pressing one knee to the floor, I try to get to my feet before you can attack.

Gabriella:
I’m expecting you to be up already, I’ve had enough battles with you to know just how tough you are and yet, when my eyes look over, you’re only up to your knees, “You’re rusty bitch!” Sneering, poking at your lack of fights as I start to take a couple of steps forwards, watching as you start to push up the rest of the way and that’s when I make my move, letting you get one knee to the floor, before launching forwards, my right foot coming up out of the gel, bringing my knee up and hopefully towards that chin of yours before you can actually make it all the way, knowing if you move either side, I’m going to end up missing wildly and likely crash down face first into the goop…

Mish:
I get to one knee, trying to ignore your verbal barbs, and then push—but that’s when you make your move—-lunging a few steps to close the distance between us and then your leg roars up from the gel.  My hands start to come forward, but I’m off balance—-partially on a knee and my left foot—-and my hands glance against your own knee as it shoots up and into my jaw.  My head snaps back, and being precariously balanced as it is, I am easily knocked back—-my upper back hitting the side of the pool as I drop to my bare ass, a bit stunned, right hand rubbing my jaw.

Gabriella:
My little lunge forward, though not perfect, still manages to be effective enough, even if your hands manage to take a small bit off it. My foot coming back down and then I turn, slower than I normally would to see where you are… smirking, “Ooops, did that hurt?” Giggling as you rub your jaw and I move forwards, dipping low to make it look like I’m stalking you, but really my hands are drifting into the goop below, scooping some and then before I’m in striking range, I fling my hands out towards you, letting the sanitizer fly at your face, my body moving behind it, hoping I’ve caused enough of a distraction to get close enough to where I can fire my right foot towards your tummy.

Mish:
I shake my head mildly as I rub my jaw—-your knee exploding into my chin rattled and dazed me.You’re on your feet, coming at me, but my brain is still reeling, slow to respond.  My hands sink down into the sanitizer, hitting the pool bottom, trying to push myself up, but I’m just way too slow.  You dip down, and then fling two handfuls of gel at my face.  *Bitch!* I seethe, the alcohol burning my eyes, making me squeeze them shut as my fingers claw at them.  But that’s only the start, as a second later, your foot powers into my abs.  Air explodes through my lips as I groan, folding over, dropping back down into the gel, gasping and in trouble.

Gabriella:
Part of me is expecting your body to react, especially after how this year has been going so far, but clearly my knee had a far greater effect than I first thought. Managing to toss the gel at you and instantly your hands shoot to your eyes, leaving that tummy wide open for my kick, hearing the groan, watching your body flop back down into the gel and I just smirk, “Guess the great Mishy really is losing her touch…” Stepping a little closer and then an idea shoots though me, sliding down to my ass, hoping you’re dazed enough to give me the time to set this up… My body between your legs and I slowly lift my feet up, with you doubled just enough for my left sole to press against your forehead, wanting to push until your head rests against the wall of the pool and then bringing my right foot in, turning it slightly to the side, wanting to press it against your throat, like you have to me before… my hands ready to attempt a little grab at your ankles, not wanting you to get any ideas with those feet of yours…

Mish:
My forearms clutching my gut, I am doubled over, face almost touching the surface of the gel.  Wheezing, gasping to bring in air after that kick to my tummy.  I glance up, and see you drop from standing in front of me to sitting, taunting me now, feeling powerful and turning the tide of this fight.  I want to hiss back at you, but I can’t get in enough air right now.  You slide between my splayed legs, leaning back on your hands, and your feet rise from the gel.  Your left foot presses against my forehead, toes curling against my skin as you jam my head back, pressing it against the pool wall.  As my skull hits the still-dry upper part of the wall, it adds to my stupor, and I essentially watch as your other foot comes at me, turned slightly, its smooth arch pressing into my throat.  A Mishy move if there ever was one.  Still wheezing, I now struggle further to breathe as you press into my throat with your foot, my head pinned back to wall by your other one.  My eyes start to water as i cough and gurgle, gel slowly sliding down my chest and arms.

Gabriella:
You’re quite clearly in a weakened state right now, but I’m far from dumb enough to let off the gas, knowing you can still totally be dangerous if given even the slightest chance. Watching as your eyes water from my foot pressing against your throat and since that will have your head secure, I start shifting my left, first rubbing it down over your facial features, toes teasing at your lips for a moment, before I start drifting my foot down your body, reaching your right breast and using my toes to tug at the nipple, purring, “I expected more from you Squish…” Pressing my right foot in a little harder, toes curling, wanting to keep your focus on that so my left can drift the rest of the way, wanting to push down against your kitten with the ball of my foot and slowly start to rub around…

Mish:
In total control now, you relish it, taunting me mercilessly as you choke me.  Pinning my head to the wall with your foot against my throat, your other foot is now free to wander, smearing itself against my face as it slides down, pressing against my chest, toes kneading my 32b for a moment before pinching my nipple playfully, as if you hadn’t a care in the world.  Your foot presses in harder against my throat, making my nude body jolt a bit, eyes widening, as your other foot glides down my smooth flesh, the ball of your foot finding the baby smooth area between my legs.  As I cough and gag, your foot starts to move, slowly, the gel providing a perfect lubricant as you start to rub me, cramming my brain with conflicting signals of pain and pleasure.  This….is….not….happening…….   In a whispery gurgle, my chest heaving, I spit, “Did you forget I have hands, slut?”  as my hands fly out from under the surface, one grabbing the toes on the foot pressed against my throat, the other trying to snare the ankle of the foot pressed against my kitty.  If I can, I interlace my fingers with your toes, trying to force your toes back and pry your foot from my throat as i try and give your ankle a sharp twist.

Gabriella:
I’m enjoying this control I have over your body right now, soaking it all in, confident and maybe a little bit cocky as I start to tease your smooth kitten, hearing your little gurgle, I start giggling, “Oh but it is Squish” Getting the words out right before you spit the next words and your hands shoot into play, feeling you grasping at my toes that are near your throat with one, the other grasping my ankle, my eyes instantly shoot open and I go to pull my left leg back, knowing I can’t let you get a good grip, my right though, I try to push in harder, wanting to fight against your hand, not wanting to give up the choke so easily, “No… you’re not getting free…. bitch!” If I get my left foot away from your hand in time, then I’ll drive it back forwards, back towards your tummy, needing to drive this wind and fight from you before you manage to force my choke to break…

Mish:
Both of my hands fly into action, but only one lands—-gripping your toes, trying to bend them back in a bizarre game of mercy to pry your foot off my throat.  But your muscled leg stays put, the pressure relieved only slightly as you tolerate the pain and press in the choke.  My other hand brushes against your ankle, but you’re too quick, moving your foot away from my crotch, bending your knee and then rocketing your foot into my gut again.  Once again, whatever air I had managed to return to my lungs is immediately evacuated, and I fold, or try to, my grip on your toes relaxing as my body slumps down a bit, the vacuum in my chest and the choke sapping my strength.

Gabriella:
Gritting my teeth a little as you’re bending my toes back, but I’m not about to let you get free, keeping my foot in place, long enough for my left to fire up into action, snapping against your tummy and I feel your body sag down some more, the grip on my toes easing and I press the advantage fast, wary of you grabbing with those hands again, my left foot peels back, before trying to smash another blow to your gut, really weaken your resolve! All whilst my right looks to curl and press in harder, needing to ensure that you really begin to suffer from a lack of oxygen, snarling, “You’re going to regret picking me to test this with you Squishy!”

Mish:
In serious trouble, getting almost no air in now as your toes curl against my throat, your arch pushing harder against my trachea.  I feebly slap at your shin and calf, but it almost looks pathetic.  As I do that, I try and kick at you, slapping my feet against your breasts, trying to slide one up to your neck, but I know I am slow and flailing…

Gabriella:
Your hands palming and slapping at my shin and calf, making me giggle a little bit, “Awww poor little squish!” Grunting as I feel your feet slapping out against my breasts, but there’s not enough power in them to knock me back. Shifting slightly though, so I can lean on my left arm, my right going to grab the ankle of your foot that’s sliding up to my neck, “Bringing me a treat in hopes I’ll go easy on you?” Giggling, keeping my right foot pressed tight, my left going back down to your smooth kitten area, “Now slut, where was I?” This time using my toes to tease and brush up and down over your kitty…

Mish:
You laugh at my pitiful slaps, and brush away the attempt at a choke by grabbing my foot.  Your choke tightens more, and the evil glint in your eye locks in as your other foot slides back to my crotch, your toes and smooth sole rubbing me, expertly honing in as you choke the fight from me and start to stimulate me simultaneously.  My hands slide off your shin and drop to my sides as my hips stir subtly and chest heaves.

Gabriella:
I’m keeping my eyes on yours the whole time, wanting to make sure that you don’t just pass out on me, not before I get what I want! My toes rubbing up and down as your hips begin to stir for me, your hands sliding down and I purr, “That’s it slut, work yourself against my cute little toes.” Keeping them in place now, wiggling them over your kitten, but letting you do more of the work… With your ankle in my grasp, I smirk and then bring your sole up slightly, peeking at you over your toes, easing the choke for a second so our eyes meet before playfully flicking my tongue right against your arch and then peeling away again, my right foot pushing back into place, giggling, “I wonder… how humiliating it must be, someone using your own tricks on you…” Cooing, knowing it’s totally what I’m doing as my left foot shifts, rising slightly so it’s my ball of my foot that works you, toes occasionally brushing up against your clit now…

Mish: I know I’m done—-it’s now a matter of how this ends. My hips press against your foot as you rub me expertly, whimpers rumbling in my chest as I try to breathe and am forced to respond to your fondling. You lift my foot, and then release the choke, allowing me to gulp in mouthfuls of air. Your tongue flicks against my trapped foot, and then immediately you press your arch back against my throat, even harder now. No air, chest burning now, as the ball of your foot presses against me, rubbing, long slow strokes, aided by the silky gel, as your toes stimulate me. I can feel it building in me—-you have owned me physically and now are mere moments away from totally. I shake my head defiantly, trying to squeeze my thighs together weakly.

Gabriella:
I can tell from the way that your body is reacting what’s happening, I’m sure some of it is against your will, but also part of you is wanting this now, while you’re too weak physically to stop me, you at least do put up a token effort, trying to squeeze your thighs together, “Just let it… happen slut, it’s what your body craves!” Wanting to get deep inside that head, when an idea strikes me, I still have hold of your ankle and I’ll use it to my advantage here. Bringing your foot back in front of my face, wanting to send a little sensation down your leg, I slide my tongue out, drifting from your heel to the ball of your foot and then cheekily, nibbling at it, purring and humming as I do… my left foot rubbing faster and pressing in harder, wanting to apply more pressure to that now surely needy puss of yours, purring seductively, “Let it go slut… let it go…”

Mish:
I try to squeeze my thighs together, but it’s more token the anything else as my hips grind subtly and press into your smooth, slippery foot.  “Let it happen, slut…” you taunt, lifting my trapped foot up to your face, and then letting your warm tongue slide down my sole, sending chills throughout my body, and sealing the deal as your foot and toes pulse into me and against me.  I can’t stop it now, feeling my head swim from lack of air, my body jolts and starts to go limp, but I can feel the warmth now between my legs, mingling with the cooler gel, as you own me fully.  My head doesn’t droop as you still have it pinned by the choke, but my eyes close and I drift off, crotch twitching a little, beaten and humiliated.

Gabriella:
Having the perfect position to watch this happen right now, “Theres a good slut” Cooing as I can feel your puss letting it go, watching your body start to go limp, my foot staying in place until your eyes close and it’s clear you’re out… that’s when I finally peel away and push my body back to standing, “At least you tried bitch…” Giggling and wanting to do one last thing, my right foot drifting down, pushing against your puss one last time, then lifting and smearing against your lips slightly, turning and that’s when I see your bottoms, from when I peeled them off, moving over to get them, considering taking them as a prize… but no, instead I come back over and drop them on top of your head, “Hate for you to have an excuse to be naked!” Giggling, even though you’re out… Climbing back at the pool and then before I head to get a shower, I turn and blow a kiss, “See you soon” leaving you there in the pool…

The End

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