COMMISSION: Street Fighter - Ultimate ContASStant

Author's Note: Hey, tentacles! First full story completed from my new... erm... not 'place' but... lair? Lair works. We'll go with lair. Cool people have lairs.

No plot to be found, but plenty to 'content' if ya catch my drift. Red Awakening will be up next, and then... who knows!

[fu/F/F] [more tags below]

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“Where in the world did you learn to kick like that?” Chun-Li let out a soft chuckle as she threw her sweat-towel over her shoulder, taking a moment to catch her breath after a pretty intense sparring session. She wasn’t exhausted, per se, but her workout with Cammy had definitely gotten her blood pumping. The fighter had discarded her more traditional combat garb for something a bit more comfortable, sporting form-fitting dark blue gym shorts and a light gray tank top, beneath which her nipples were painfully visible. “It’s like you defy physics.”

“It’s like I defy physics?” Cammy shot back a wry smirk, wiping the moisture from her own brow and taking a long drink from her water bottle. Unlike her sparring partner (and good friend), she’d not discarded her usual fighting gear entirely, remaining in the skintight green unitard she usually wore – though her typical beret and Lego-brick gloves had been left behind. “Last I checked, I’m not the one who can use her thighs like helicopter blades and fly through the air. If anything, I should be the one asking you for pointers.”

Chun-Li shrugged, holding a slight smile of her own as the two women made their way to the locker room proper, both flawless figures shimmering with sweat, lean muscles pumped and pulsating from their recent efforts. “Hey, with an ass like this, sometimes the impossible becomes possible.”

“Pff! That’s your only reasoning? Sure, it’s a nice ass, but… I’ve seen better.” There was a hint in Cammy’s voice – no, not a hint; a dare. A dare to Chun-Li to challenge her statement, bait that was quickly taken.

“Better than this?” the chinese fighter quickly arched a brow, eager to prove herself – she turned, facing her backside towards Cammy, and what a sight to see it was. It wasn’t the first time Cammy’d seen it, of course, nor the first time she’d found herself ogling it, but it was the first time it had been presented to her like this. Chun-Li leaned slightly forward, bringing one bare foot up on tip-toes to make the remarkable bubble of her rear ‘pop’ a little more. Those shorts clung to both cheeks like they were vacuum-sealed, the fabric subtly swallowed by the cleft between them. There was no doubt that this was the perfect ass… or, at least, in the running for the title.

“Hmmn, well, you certainly have plenty to brag about…” Cammy reached out, taking one handful of the other woman’s ass and giving it an eager squeeze – partially captivated by its allure, and partially giving it a genuine assessment. Unsurprisingly, it was full and firm, her fingers squishing ever so slightly into the taut flesh before meeting the resistance of the other fighter’s muscle. While Chun-Li wasn’t watching, the brit gently bit her lower lip, allowing herself to properly relish this moment – and, notably, not ceasing her ‘investigatory’ groping. “Thick, tight… no complaints here. I just think I’ve got you beat.”

“Not a chance,” came the quick retort, Chun-Li’s head turning to face her sparring partner – though she didn’t turn fully, nor did she offer any sort of protest to the way Cammy’s hand continued to knead her asscheek like a ball of dough. “You’re gonna have to prove it, blondie.”

“I’m never not proving it, love – I think you just need glasses.” The smirk returned to Cammy’s face as she turned around, hooking both thumbs under the leg-holes of her outfit and hiking it slightly upward, drawing the green fabric up between her buttcheeks to show off her backside in all its glory. It was a touch leaner than Chun-Li’s, but also a touch softer, different yet equal in a way that quickly drew the other fighter’s attention.

“I think mine’s bigger,” Chun-Li said defensively, suddenly feeling less certain of her position in this contest.

Her comment was quickly deflected. “Size isn’t everything. Come get a… hands-on experience, if you’re gonna talk trash.”

Chun-Li narrowed her eyes, finally turning fully around. There was no denying that Cammy’s ass had a sort of magnetic pull to it, and as much as she didn’t want to provide validation, she also craved… involvement. Finally, she licked her lips, taking a step forward and lowering into a crouch, bringing both hands up to the pale, bare globes of Cammy White’s rear, grabbing them, and massaging them. “Holy shit,” she whispered under her breath, testing their weight and firmness, finding no flaw. Cammy’s ass was absolutely fucking exquisite. Almost without realizing what she was doing, Chun-Li had leaned forward, gently pressing her own cheek into the other girl’s butt, just enjoying the warmth and softness, the sweet smell of each other’s sweat flooding her senses.

“See?” Cammy teased, glancing back over her shoulder. “I told you you were beat, didn’t I? Even you can’t resist.”

“That’s– I– that’s not relevant!” Chun-Li quickly stood back up, shaken from her trance by Cammy’s premature declaration of victory. “Look at you, you don’t have the hips to back up anything you could call the best ass. Look, I’ll show you!”

“Hips aren’t everything, you’re just looking for something that’ll let you– hey!” Cammy let out a little gasp as Chun-Li turned around once more, then backed up into her, pressing her full backside up against the other woman’s, both juicy racks of ass squishing up firmly against each other. Chun-Li did seem to be correct in that she had wider hips (if, perhaps, only slightly), but both women quickly became distracted by the sensation of their own muscled, sweat-slick flesh pressing against one another. “This… isn’t fair… y-you can’t just decide–”

Cammy’s words were muffled by her ensuing groan, though, as Chun-Li reached both arms back, locking elbows with the british woman and pressing back harder, as if exerting additional force would somehow prove that she had the ‘better’ ass, as nebulous a concept as that was. What the duo needed, of course, was a mediator, a neutral third party, someone who could objectively observe and assess who the official winner of this contest would be. Fortunately, exactly such an individual had been watching from the locker room’s shower this entirely time, already naked and very, very invested.

“Ladies, ladies,” said the voice of this third party, drawing the attention of both warriors to none other than Juri Han, a dark purple towel wrapped loosely around her waist, while leaving her perky breasts very much bare. She was nearly as muscular as the other two, if a bit more sinuous, flexible, her build speaking more towards a patient ambush predator than a hunter or all-out combatant. “You’re both lovely – and you both know it. So,” her words dripped with the venom of suggestion, “if you have any intention of settling this, it’s quite clear to me that you’ll need the aid of someone… impartial. I nominate myself, of course – unless you’d like you continue fruitlessly grinding your sweaty asses against each other? I don’t mind if you do; it’s been a lovely show so far, I’m eager to see where it goes.”

There was a pause, and a moment of sheepishness between Chun-Li and Cammy, the two women disentangling before shooting glances at one another. “Well,” the blonde began, tentatively, “I guess it would help put the matter to bed, once and for all. And it’s not like you have a bias towards either of us.”

“Exactly!” Juri’s wicked grin widened, her left eye glimmering a lurid magenta. “We’re all just friends, here, and I’m always… eager… to help a friend in need.” She didn’t put much effort into hiding her real intentions, the lilting rasp of her voice only sing-songy enough to keep up a mockery of effort. She was willing to play the game to get what she wanted, even willing to have fun with it, but an actress she was not.

“Not sure if I’d consider you ‘friends’ with anyone, but…” Chun-Li mused a moment longer, before finally turning around to face her rear fully towards Juri, hiking her shorts up a bit so that she wasn’t so directly eclipsed by the thong-like nature of Cammy’s outfit. “Alright, what do you think?”

“Oh, no, no, if I’m gonna do this, I’m going to have to be… thorough,” Juri offered a small nod, tying the towel loosely around her waist and moving forward, licking her lips as she did so. Cammy watched with patient curiosity as the korean fighter lowered herself into a squat behind Chun-Li, chewing at the inside of her cheek as she surveyed her prize. “I’ll need a very close look, and it’s gonna have to be… hehe… uninhibited. Let’s see what we’re working with, here.” Hooking her fingertips in the waistband of Chun-Li’s shorts, she tugged them sharply downward, revealing the entirety of the other warrior’s robust backside, along with some added other treasures – the warm, slightly wetted pussylips nestled between those powerful thighs, and just above it, the delicate star of the Interpol agent’s anus.

“I… I don’t see how this helps,” Chun-Li said hesitantly, glancing back over her shoulder suspiciously – even as she widened her stance to offer Juri better access.

“You will,” Juri planted both hands firmly on Chun-Li’s ass, fingertips digging gently into the skin, testing it before gently spreading the woman’s cheeks apart, leaning in to trace her tongue up along the tight, sensitive pucker of her asshole. Chun-Li’s scent betrayed both her recent state of exercise, and her budding arousal, sweat and sex permeating Juri’s senses as she let her tongue explore. “Mmmhhn…” she groaned contently, eyes drifting shut as her tongue slid and drifted in slow, lazy circles, though she quickly abandoned a pattern of any sort – ovals, figure-8s, and even just mindless lapping and spiraling gradually took over as she pushed more fully into the other woman’s ass, immersing herself completely in the taut, succulent cradle it provided.

“This isn’t fair, you have to do me too!” Cammy protested, already starting to wiggle completely free of her torso-covering garment. This, of course, left her essentially completely nude, sporting only the athletic tape that was wrapped around her wrists, ankles, hands, and the soles of her feet. Lightly shoving Chun-Li to the side, she likewise turned to present her ass to Juri, taking on an even wider stance that naturally parted the flawless semi-spheres of her buttcheeks.

“Gah, wait your turn!” Chun-Li huffed as she was shoved aside. “I was… enjoying that….”

Juri, however, had made no promises as to how well her attention span would hold up to such an excursion, and she quickly dove in to Cammy’s rear, burying her face in that ass and quickly setting her tongue to the task of ‘judging’ the ex-Shadaloo assassin’s derriere. “Nnhh…” she groaned contentedly, fingers massaging up along Cammy’s thighs as she licked and teased at the blonde’s asshole. There was no doubt, of course, that what was transpiring was a harmless, impartial judgment of posteriors – Cammy knew it, Chun-Li knew it, and Juri was far from continuing to pretend that it was. Even if her ravenously submerging her face in both women's’ asses hadn’t been enough, there was the matter of her towel.

Over the last few minutes, there had been a curious shape rising between Juri’s thighs, forming a distinctive tent in the purple fabric of that towel. While there had been little doubt as to what that shape signified to begin with, it became all the more apparent as the makeshift garment finally slipped away completely, leaving Juri as nude as the other two street fighters… and exposing the raging erection she was indulging.

“Why do I get the feeling your tongue isn’t going to be the last ‘instrument’ you use to help judge us,” Chun-Li let out a soft sigh, though her sly grin showed that she wasn’t at all disinterested in the way things were unfolding. The teasing from Juri’s tongue had gotten her even more hot and bothered than she’d already been, and if the twisted expression on Cammy’s face was any indication, it was having the same effect on her.

“Mnn– well– mmlmnh–” Juri tried to say, eventually forcing herself to retreat from the warm, glistening pillows of Cammy’s ass, her tongue leaving a long, wet trail against the brit’s tight rear entrance. One hand went suggestively to her own throbbing girlcock, giving it a few slow, lustful strokes as she gazed up at the two fighters, chewing at her lower lip. “It’ll be important to see who has better pushback, of course. Vigor and… bounce…are very important factors when judging a lady’s ass, as I’m sure you both know. Sadly, as far as scent and taste,” Juri paused, leaning in to take another long, loving kiss and lick at Cammy’s asshole, “I’d say we’re looking at a tie, so you’re gonna have to make this next one count. Fortunately, I am once again willing to make myself of use.”

“I can only imagine how,” Chun-Li rolled her eyes, but her playful resistance was just as hollow as Juri’s charade of professionalism – made all the more obvious by the fact that she was actively removing her tank top, letting her full, juicy tits bounce free. With all three women now completely nude, Juri sat down on one of the locker room benches, swinging one leg over the other side to straddle it, and leaning back. With her legs spread apart, the massive, throbbing girldick she sported seemed all the more prominent… and all the more tempting, too.

“Who wants to go first?” Juri bit her tongue in a raucous gesture, shimmying slightly in order to make her own pendulously thick cock sway enticingly from side to side.

“I’m all warmed up,” Cammy said, shooting a glance towards this lascivious contest’s other entrant, “want me to go first, and I’ll get you ready?”

“No complaints here,” Chun-Li said, unsure of exactly what Cammy was suggesting, but eager to find out. She waited patiently, growing ever more aroused as she watched the blonde fighter crawl over to Juri, turning and lowering herself in the korean woman’s lap. Her face screwed up with tension, then pleasure as her asshole was slowly, deeply impaled on that fat cock, the sweat from her workout and the saliva from Juri’s ‘judgment’ providing all the lubrication she needed for her tight ass to take that thing all the way to its hilt.

“NgUH!” Cammy let out a cry of pleasure as she sunk down, camo-painted thighs wobbling as took that beast of a girldick up her ass. She allowed herself a moment to simply adjust and relish, one eye squeezed shut while the other fluttered its lash. “Fuck… hoooly shit….”

“That good?” Juri teased. “And I hadn’t even started thrusting… though I suppose if you wanna take control, maybe that will get you some extra credit.”

“You just… sit there and… phwah-h…let me do my thing,” Cammy shuddered, massaging her own breast with one hand while the other reached out for Chun-Li, grabbing the other woman by the waist and pulling her close, turning her mid-grab to stuff her face into the chinese fighter’s backside and eagerly stuffing her tongue into the bunned beauty’s asshole. “Mmnhh…!”

“Unh, yeah… now we’re getting somewhere,” Juri growled lustfully, propping an arm behind her to balance on so that she could lean back, watching as Cammy rode her cock with slow, deep, downward thrusts, that tight asshole greedily swallowing up inch after inch of hard dick before surrendering it back to the open air. It was remarkable how little had been required to get the brit aroused to the point of recklessness, simultaneously bouncing in Juri’s lap and tongue-fucking Chun-Li’s own slick, sensitive ass.

Planting one hand on Cammy’s hip, Juri reached around to fondle the woman’s breast with the other, massaging it in slow circles as she rolled her hips back and forth, savoring every instant that tight hole was sliding up and down her aching girlcock. This was going even better than expected, not to mention the free rimjob show she was getting between the two contestants – if Juri hadn’t had such self-control, it would have been difficult to not already be at the edge of orgasm.

“Ahhn… f-fuck, you’re good at that… my turn, my turn–!” Chun-Li gasped, disengaging from Cammy and helping the other woman off of Juri’s cock, then hopping onto it herself, this time facing towards Juri rather than away from her. The deep tonguing she’d just received made her even more easily to slip that thick cock up her asshole than Cammy had been, her moan of delight more bestial and satisfied after having been anally teased the entire time Cammy had been getting fucked. “Nngh… h-how’s that? Better than hers, right?”

“I’ll… need a moment to tell,” Juri moaned through gritted teeth, trying not to let her eyes roll back into her head as Chun-Li rode her. The Interpol agent was a little heavier than Cammy, a bit more muscular, giving her a good, powerful downward ‘drop,’ though the extra muscle made her a little less springy, sporting a bit less bounce than her blonde counterpart. Truly, this was a contest of the ages. “Keep going, keep going, I’ve… nngh, I-I’ve almost come to a decision.” Juri reached up to roughly fondle both of Chun-Li’s breasts, giving herself something for her hands to do while she enjoyed the sensation of that tight ass sliding up and down along her cock.

“Go on then, put some work into it so we can find out the winner,” Cammy leered from behind, drawing close and delivering a hard, swift spank to Chun-Li’s rear, drawing a surprised yelp from the other fighter. “Just because your butt’s a little bigger doesn’t mean you can work it as well as I can. All muscle, no finesse.” Biting her lip, she reached out for another sharp slap across Chun-Li’s ass, then another, before switching to strike the other cheek. Reddened palm-prints were already blooming upon the skin, a burning decoration on either side of her slick, dick-stuffed hole.

“I’m… going… as fast as I can…” Chun-Li said hesitantly, though she realized as soon as she spoke that it was a lie – a moment later, she contemplated the Lightning Kick, and wondered how challenging it would be to channel that kind of speed into her downward thrusts. Taking a deep breath inward, she leaned forward, planting her hands on Juri’s shoulders, and began to lift and drop her hips at a pace that could not even be fully considered human, jack-hammering her asshole up and down frantically on Juri’s cock. The look of strained ecstasy on Juri’s face said all that needed to be said about the technique’s efficacy, but the stamina required to continue it was too great to keep it up for long – in an instant, a new contest took place, a trial of whether Chun-Li could get Juri to cum inside of her (likely sealing the win) before she ran out of energy.

Despite her best efforts, and even Cammy’s eyes widening in amazement at the rapid-fire squelching sounds coming from Chun-Li’s overclocked asshole, the chinese fighter eventually lost steam, leaving Juri gasping for breath… but ready to continue. “Not bad, not bad… I think I’ll need to take another stab at both of you, though; just to be sure, you understand.”

A moment of reconfiguration later found Chun-Li laying on her belly on the bench, with Cammy laying on her back atop her, their backsides squished together and legs spread, leaving themselves open to any and all further necessary qualification. Juri positioned herself between the four splayed legs, slipping her cock deep into Cammy’s ass, ravaging it with a series of rapid, eager thrusts before sliding out, then dipping into Chun-Li, drilling the same hole with equal ruthlessness. Maybe after all of this, their prior rivalries could be set aside for more dalliances like this – but for now, Juri was just happy to be where she was, doing what she was doing. It was getting harder and harder not to blow her load in one of the two tight, slippery holes, but she was determined to hold on, using every last bit of her well-earned discipline to build up to a grand finale.

“H-how… have you… not cum yet…” Cammy panted, grinding her hips forward restlessly whenever Juri’s dick wasn’t buried in her ass, constantly at the edge of an anal orgasm but never quite able to achieve it before Juri slipped out and started fucking Chun-Li instead.

“Better question, how has she not – nAgh! – decided a winner?!” Chun-Li clutched tightly to the undersides of the bench, legs dangling over either side as Juri’s cock slid in and out of her again and again, keeping her stretched and right at the verge of climax.

“Well…” Juri let out a soft coo, now coated in a thin sheen of sweat of her own, after her having exerted herself for the last twenty minutes or so, “I’m starting to think we’re looking at another tie, lovelies – I don’t think anal alone will be enough for me to decide.”

“Just like rimming us wasn’t?” Cammy rolled her eyes, despite aching for the charade to continue.

“Exactly. I think the only way to know for sure, is to truly go head-to-head…” Juri licked her lips as she slipped the tip of her girldick out of Chun-Li’s anus, “or in this case, ass-to-ass.” Repositioning the end of her cock, Juri slid it neither into one of the woman’s holes, but directly between them, trapped in the snug tunnel that their butts came together to form.

“Ngh– what are you– oh, that’s not so bad…” Chun-Li’s cry of disappointment was short-lived, dying away the moment Juri’s shaft slid back between her asscheeks, nestled tightly between Cammy and herself. In a way, this made sense, grinding between both thick, shimmering butts at once rather than taking turns – and it was quite pleasurable, too. Despite no longer being penetrated, the slick underside of Juri’s rod slid and rubbed insistently against Chun-Li’s asshole, while the topside was grinding against Cammy’s, bringing both women back to a state of lustful squirming.

For Juri, the biggest concern was why she hadn’t thought of this earlier. This was special, and there may not have been two better women on the planet to do it with than the two she was with – with both their asses squished together, creating that hot, wet alleyway between them, Juri couldn’t think of a better spot for her cock to go, and it was everything she’d imagined. The Feng Shui Engine in her left eye blazed a bright magenta once more, not merely glimmering, but glowing as she thrust her hips forward again and again, trying not to lose control. “Unh… ahhh… okay, get up, now you two do it – for, ahh, bonus points!”

There was no hesitation as Cammy and Chun-Li stood, each bracing a hand on Juri’s shoulder and backing up into her, trapping that hot dick once again between both of their behinds and taking control. That wasn’t to say that Juri had stopped thrusting entirely, but her efforts had grown more erratic and wild, relying on the other two for a sense of consistency. They pushed, thrust, rubbed their asses back and forth in Juri’s lap, letting that throbbing shaft slip in the clefts between their cheeks, squeezing tightly around the aching, rock-hard thing.

“Nnh… I can feel it,” Cammy panted, biting her lip as she felt the tip of Juri’s girlcock graze along her asshole. “She’s gonna blow any second, then we’ll finally found out who has the nicer ass!”

“It’s gonna be me, I know it’s gonna be me–!” Chun-Li cried out triumphantly – and was rewarded an instant later when Juri’s cock erupted in a hot torrent of spunk, shooting over both fighter’s backs and asses, coating them in a hot, sticky white glaze.

When Juri’s rapturous moan of release finally abated, the two other street fighters turned to face her, hands on hips, brows cocked expectantly as Juri toppled down to the bench, panting. “Well?” Cammy insisted. “Who wins?”

“No doubt about it,” Juri gasped, still trying to catch her breath, girldick softening between her thighs. “Gotta be a tie!”

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