Katy Perry v. Miley Cyrus
Miley shifted nervously while standing behind the curtain. As soon as she steps through there, she will shed her last bit of amateur status and take her rightful place as a top level performer. Once she steps into that ring, she will finally have a chance to prove her box office viability. Once she walks through that curtain, she will be a true woman.
The thought of in-ring competition didn’t really scare Miley. Being raised a country girl, Cyrus had been in a few scraps in her day. On the other hand, she had heard the rumors of what happened in these rings. Pain. Humiliation. Sexual domination. She tended to dismiss them as nothing more than rumors created to keep girls like her away from the squared circle. After all, she’d had fights with some of her network-mates and they never devolved into nude catfights, so why on Earth would these be any different?
Miley finally walked through the curtain and headed towards the ring in her muted green bikini. She stepped confidently through the ropes, anxious to see what was in store for her as she did her stretches. This, like any performance, required her to be as limber as possible.
The curtain finally opened and Cyrus saw her opponent. Her big, expressive eyes took in all 5’8 of Katy Perry, who was donning her barely there polka-dotted bikini. It was at that moment that Katy got her first glimpse of Ms. Cyrus. The look of exuberance was barely containable as Katy began to think of all the things she was going to do in the ring.
Katy stepped through the ropes, her long jet-black hair flopping around with reckless abandon. She let the ref check her for weapons before flashing Miley a friendly smile. “Boy, it’s sure nice to see a familiar face.”
Miley, unaware of how to proceed, nodded in agreement.
“Don’t worry girl, this is going to be so much fun. We’ll roll around a little bit, nothing too tough. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and pin me!” Katy said in a bubbly tone.
“Well I don’t, know,” Miley replied in her southern drawl. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Relax,” Katy said, hoping to calm Cyrus’s nerves. “This isn’t like pro wrestling on TV. No one is going to jump off the top rope. It’s all in good fun.” She stepped towards Miley and extended her hand in friendship.
Relieved that the stories she heard were merely myths, Miley gladly extended her hand in friendship. Katy gave her a firm yet cordial handshake before flashing a quick smile. She then fired a foot between Cyrus’s legs, catching her square in the crotch. Miley sunk to her knees in shock and pain, unable to pull her hand away from Katy’s handshake.
“This isn’t like pro wrestling at all, because no one on television ever gets humiliated like you will.” Katy lifted her knee, smashing it into the downed Miley’s face. Cyrus flopped backwards, only being held off the ground by the treacherous handshake. Perry tugged her forward by her arm, swinging the dazed girl forward before allowing her to flop onto her stomach.
“Ooh!” Katy squealed like a kid on Christmas. “I can’t wait to spank that little ass of yours. That’s going to be so much fun!” Perry rolled Miley onto her back, staring down at the blank expression on her face. Apparently Katy’s shot to the head left her loopy, signaling to Katy that this might not be a very epic struggle.
Perry bent down to give Miley’s chubby cheeks a few gentle taps, just to see if she was still conscious. The girl groaned, which was enough for Katy to begin her torment.
“Hope you’re watching, Kat,” Katy said as she leaned against the ropes. Then, using those dancer muscles, she sprung off of the cables with a full head of steam before dropping her leg across Miley’s throat.
Cyrus’s legs kicked in the air upon impact as Katy’s taut calf made contact with her. Katy rolled quickly to her feet before flexing her muscles for the camera. She was in full-on pro wrestling mode as she paraded around the ring with her flexed biceps. “You don’t want none of these, Heigl,” she said before kissing her barely existent muscle. Perry then approached the downed Miley and dropped an elbow into her stomach.
Katy peeled the panting Cyrus off the mat, looking forward to continuing her wrestling clinic. She held Miley up by the shoulder with one hand as she winded up her other like Popeye before throwing a punch. The fist connected on the tip of Cyrus’s chin, sending her careening backwards towards the corner. Miley managed to catch herself in the turnbuckle to prevent herself from crashing directly into the mat. Katy wasn’t sure if it was because of instinct or dumb luck, but either way she was disappointed in the outcome.
“I thought for sure that was going to put you on your cute little butt,” she teased as she playfully skipped over to Cyrus. Miley’s head was slumped forward as she was propped in the corner, her hair covering her glassy-eyed face. Katy hauled her head back by her auburn tresses with little protest as she gazed at the teenager’s body in front of her.
“You look ripe for the picking,” she teased as she grabbed hold of Miley’s right breast, giving it a playful squeeze.
“Get off mah boob,” Miley mumbled, her jaw still throbbing from the uppercut. She grabbed Katy’s wrist, hoping to pry her hand away, but it was easily shoved off by Perry.
“Aw sweetness, by the end of this match they’re gonna be mine anyway,” she replied. Then, just to exert her dominance, she fired off a quick knife-edged chop to Miley’s breasts. Cyrus clutched her chest almost immediately as she was unable to comprehend the pain she was experiencing. Tears immediately began to form in her eyes, and it was clear that she waned to no part of what was going on in the ring.
“See, I didn’t want to have to do that. I promise to be real nice to them later.” Katy faked another slap to the chest, but when Miley put her hands up in defense, Perry moved up and nailed her in the face. “Gotta be quicker than that, cutie.”
“Leave me alone,” Miley whined as she began to curl up in the corner, clutching her face and her chest.
“You should have never come into this ring if you can’t take it, little girl. This is why you should have stuck with your Mickey Mouse world. Save the big kid fighting for the real stars.” Katy pressed herself against Cyrus, trapping her in the corner. Her large, heaving breasts were flush against Miley’s face. “Hey, don’t try and motorboat me!” she joked.
Perry stepped back, allowing Miley to continue to cower in fear in the corner. She again waived to the camera before charging the turnbuckle, hoping to further flatten the terrified teen. Instead, Miley knew enough to dodge the freight train, and Katy smashed chest-first into the thin padding.
She stumbled backwards as she clutched her aching tits, only to be caught from behind by Miley, who attempted to roll her up in a small package. “Well ref, don’t you count?” Cyrus yelled as she had Katy pinned to the floor, her legs kicking wildly.
“It’s not that kind of match,” the ref replied, tossing his hands in the air as a sign of helplessness.
Cyrus let the bucking girl go, confused as to how she was supposed to win. “Well then what do I gotta do?”
“Either make her submit or knock her out. Didn’t you read the contract?”
“So I just gotta kick her overrated ass? Well fine then.” Miley chose to return the favor from earlier and delivered a swift kick to the kneeling Katy’s ribs. “Y’all thought you could get me in this pervy stuff and get away with it?” she asked, punctuating her question with another stomp to the downed Perry. “Hell, I’m a country girl. I got no problem throwing down.”
Miley pounced onto the downed Perry, throwing slaps and punches at her head. Katy shrieked at the barrage, attempting to cover up from the weak but rapid blows. Cyrus then grabbed her hair, slamming her head into the mat. Katy retaliated, grabbing Cyrus’s hair, and before they knew it, the two gals were rolling around in an old school catfight.
Perry managed to wind up on top, mainly on account of her having the size advantage. Once she got her balance, she pinned down Miley’s wrists, again regaining control of the match. “Well that was pretty damn feisty of ya,” she said in between heavy breaths. “Why couldn’t you just be a nice little tackling dummy? Now, so I can save face, I really gotta hurt you.”
Miley tried to free herself, but she was pinned down and trapped. Her burst of feistiness might have gotten her in serious trouble, as she was once again at the mercy of Perry. “Fine, I quit. I don’t wanna do this anymore. Just lemme go.”
“Aw, that’s so cute. You hear that ref? She quits. Miley surrenders. I think I should just let her go.” Katy pulled Miley’s right hand up in the air, giving Cyrus a moment of hope. Perry then slammed her hand back down to the mat, once again pinning her to the ground. “I’ll let you go…once you’re naked and begging. Fair deal?”
“Na…naked? Please don’t. Please. I’m sorry, just don’t do this.” Miley’s voice began to crack, as the teenager was unable to cope with what may happen. She began to struggle again, but it was no use. Katy scooted forward, keeping Cyrus’s arms pinned down as she now sat on Miley’s stomach.
“If it were up to me, I would have just let you go. But there’s a camera and a big blonde whore that needs to learn not to fuck with me. I’m sorry, I really am. I promise I’m a nice girl…just not today.” Katy scooted forward, placing her shapely backside on Miley’s chest while pinning Cyrus’s arms down with her knees. Now that her hands were free, she could go to work.
“Ugh…you’re…crushing me…” Miley cried.
“Oh, sorry,” Katy said as innocently as possible. “Don’t worry, I’ll move my big old booty in a minute…but you’re probably not gonna like that either.” She giggled to herself as she plotted her next move. “So let’s think,” she said as she began to bounce up and down on Miley, further pancaking her breasts. “What to do first? What to do first? Ooh, I know!”
Katy grabbed Miley’s wrists again, this time forcing them flat about Cyrus’s head. Perry then climbed off of Cyrus, allowing the girl to get in some clear breaths. Katy then sat on Miley’s outstretched arms, leaving her entire body free for roaming hands.
“Mmm…just a buffet of teenage goodness. Right sweetie?”
“Screw you!” Cyrus yelled.
“Aww, that’s not nice,” Katy replied as she gently stroked Miley’s cheek. Cyrus tried to shake her head away from the touch, so Perry simply slapped her in the face. “What’s the matter? You don’t like me being gentle? Oh I get it, you’re more of a rough and rowdy gal, huh? You know, since you’re all country.” Katy reached down and began to tug at Miley’s top, intentionally fumbling with it to prolong the agony.
“Get away from my boobs, you dyke!”
“Well that’s a pretty strong word from someone who’s supposed to be a role model. Maybe I need to teach you that there’s nothing wrong with a little touching between friends.” Katy tugged down Miley’s bikini top, exposing her pert, nubile breasts. Her milky white breasts were topped off by bright pink nipples, which made quite the inviting target. “Aw, your boobs are so cute!” Perry said with a giant smile.
“Stop, please,” Miley cried, already humiliated at having her breasts exposed.
Katy chose not to listen to her pleas, instead grabbing two handfuls of Miley’s milky mammaries. “These are pretty nice,” she said. “I bet I’m the first girl to get a piece, aren’t I?” Perry began to roughly squeeze at Cyrus’s chest, shaking them back and forth until they started smacking together. Miley could do nothing but scream out for her to stop, but the pop star showed little signs of relenting.
“Let go! Stop!” Miley begged as she continued to furiously kick her legs.
“Fine, I’ll stop. I’ll stop. Guess I was right, gentle doesn’t suit you.” Perry then sunk her fingers into Miley’s supple breasts, using her full force to dig her hands deep into her skin. Cyrus’s scream was ear piercing as she had never experienced such a mauling. “See, now you’re seeing why you don’t belong in this ring. You’re just a soft little Disney girl, and I’m going to retire you today. You hear that Katherine?! I’m gonna retire her!”
Katy let go of Cyrus’s breasts, leaving red welts where her fingers had been. She cracked her knuckles before latching on to Miley’s jutting nipples, squeezing the tender tips with sadistic glee. “Oh gawd! Ow! Ow! Ow!” was all Miley could shriek before she was reduced to just screeching.
“That’s it country girl, squeal like a piggy!” Katy taunted. She stretched Miley’s nips as far as they could go, knowing full well the agony she was putting the girl through. Cyrus was now reduced to blubbering as she couldn’t take the pain. Perry released her abused tits, surveying the damage. “Wait a minute, are you seriously crying? Ref, she’s really crying. Like a little girl. Guess that spanking later’s gonna be appropriate. But you’re not a little girl, Miley. You’re a big girl. And now we’re gonna play like big girls.”
The sobbing Miley had no idea what she meant, but it quickly became clear what Katy’s intentions were. Perry put her hands back on Miley’s tits, this time gently caressing them. She then slid her hands down Cyrus’s stomach until it reached the top of Miley’s briefs.
“No…wait…don’t…don’t…please…” Miley cried.
“Aw, but that’s part of being in this ring. If you didn’t want me to play with your kitty, you shouldn’t have come here. So now I’m going to have a little fun with your tight little pussy and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Katy hooked two fingers in the side of Miley’s waistband and slide her panties down, exposing her shaved womanhood. “And you groomed it just for me! That’s so sweet.”
Perry began to rub Miley’s pussy, feeling the girl’s entire body shift at her touch. She let her fingers slide across Cyrus’s lips, teasing them as she gently brushed back and forth. “Ref! I’m begging you! Make her stop! Please!”
The ref did nothing as he just stared, transfixed at the sight in front of him. Katy pulled her hand to her face and licked her finger before bringing the slick digit back to Miley’s waiting vagina. “Now the first rule, Miley, is to not fight it. I’m going to stick my fingers in slowly if you’re nice, but if you’re mean I’m not going to be so gentle. Did you learn your lesson yet?”
Not wanting to suffer anymore, Miley just nodded in agreement. She couldn’t believe what was about to happen to her, but there was nothing else she could do. She had become submissive to Katy Perry and she didn’t like it.
Katy gently slid her index finger between Miley’s lips, allowing it to nestle in the soft, warm embrace of Cyrus’s pussy. She slowly began to thrust it in and out, allowing the teen’s body to adjust to the rhythm. While doing this, she used her other hand to rub Miley’s swollen clit, increasing the sensation throughout Cyrus’s body. Whether Miley wanted to admit it or not, she was enjoying the feeling.
“There you go,” Katy said in a nurturing tone as she was Miley’s hips begin to move up and down. “See, and you thought that a woman’s touch was a bad thing. Are you enjoying it?”
“I…ugh…uh…oh…I…” was all Miley could get out as she was beginning to feel the pleasing sensations increase.
“That’s a good answer. See, it’s not so bad to lose, is it?”
“N…n…no…” Cyrus replied through increasingly rapid breaths.
“Yeah, but that’s where you’re wrong. See, only winners get to have the fun. Sad little losers like you only get humiliated.” With that, Katy stopped her gentle thrusts. She pulled her fingers out, which were now coated in the teenager’s juices. Perry then smacked Cyrus’s reddened pussy lips, sending Miley back into hysterics.
“All you ever do is cry. You know that? You’re like the worst kind of wrestler. You’re a pathetic little jobber. And you know what happens in the end of a match to a pathetic little jobber? They get their little loser faces sat on.” Katy slid forward, pressing her impressive ass into Miley’s crying face.
Miley’s muffled sobs could still be heard underneath Perry’s bottom, as the scared girl had no means of escape. Her entire face was engulfed by Katy’s butt, with her button nose wedge firmly between Perry’s cheeks.
Katy wiggled herself for a bit before settling in, intent on making Miley’s face feel like home. She began to rub her hindquarters against Cyrus, grinding her dripping womanhood against Miley’s mouth. Even though she was still wearing her bottoms, it provided little protection for Miley, as Katy’s excitement had soaked through the flimsy material.
“That’s what pussy tastes like,” Katy said as she once again resumed her nipple play. “If you wanted to, you could have had a sample without this wrestling thing, now that I know you love you some cunt.” Perry reached down again to cup Miley’s throbbing womanhood, using the feel of the girl’s unprotected pussy as added stimulation. “Now this…is…how…you…finish…” Katy instructed before she felt the orgasm fully take over. Perry erupted while perched on top of Miley, much to the horror of Cyrus, who felt every second of it all over her pretty features.
Katy slid off of Miley’s soaked face, still wearing a goofy post-climax grin. “Well that was fun. But I don’t wanna break my promise. Ref, could you be so kind as to get me a chair?” The referee grabbed a folding chair from the outside, not sure what was going to happen.
Perry peeled Cyrus off of the mat, propping the dazed girl in the corner. She then pulled Miley’s briefs back up, marking the first time she’s ever dressed a nude opponent. Katy then walked Miley towards the chair as if she was escorting her home after a date.
Katy sat down in the folding chair and draped the defenseless Miley across her lap. “I told you I was going to spank your cute little ass, didn’t I? After all, pretending to be a real wrestler makes you such a bad little girl.” Katy then slid down Cyrus’s bottoms, exposing her upturned backside. “You do have such a cute, tight little ass. I bet I could bounce a quarter off it. Guess I’ll just have to settle for my hand.”
Perry then began to reign down open-hand slaps on Miley’s ass, delivering her long-promised spanking. Cyrus began to kick her legs as she once again began to cry. Katy feverishly beat her hand against Miley’s butt, not resting until she has turned every inch of her backside crimson. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Yes!” the embarrassed Miley screamed.
“Will you ever try to wrestle again?”
“Nonononono!” Cyrus cried out in between tears.
Katy then unceremoniously shoved the teenager off her lap, leaving her in a sobbing heap on the floor. Perry stood up and, without any protest from her opponent, stripped Miley once and for all of her attired. She rolled the nude Cyrus onto her back and posed with one foot resting on Miley’s chest as she blew a kiss into the camera. “Bring it, Heigl. You’re gonna wind up just like she did.”