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(hope everyone had a Merry Christmas. Home with family for the week so have internet but nothing with the fun stuff. hope to get internet soon for back at the apartment. miss everyone)

I go to the mechanical room with the dwarves to get the pudding mixture ready, while Satoire and Pafe head off to the dressing rooms.

After about 20 minutes, Bashful comes trotting in and goes up on the stage and faces the audience.  He takes his hat off and adverts his eyes… his face goes red…  “Awwwww… gee.”  He says.   “I’m supposed to say… “

“I’m supposed to tell you… ah… gee… awww…”, finally Bashful just blurts it out.  “THE PIT IS READY!”  He puts his hat back on and runs off to the pit area.

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OOT:  We miss you too Sexilicious, and I hope you had a Merry Christmas filled with the love of family and friends.

This is just too much of a good opportunity to miss. Ripples of excitement shiver round the room along with excited chatter...   We all cheer little Bashful in his wonderful christmas jumper and make our way to the pudding pit, all jostling for a great position to see.  Of course Tight has the best seat in the house, after all , this his treat,  as much as ours ....   
I grin at ssgt, jeanona and mercer78 as they walk near me towards the pit ..  " This should be real good, I hear they practiced their wrestling whilst on their Space mission" I comment to them.

I think,  as I walk,  I catch sight of Cheya but it was only a glimpse and I'm unsure in the crowded room..  hope so though, think she'd enjoy it here in the AB&G....

Soon I am swept out with the milling people,  waiting in anticipation and bated breath for the battle in the pit ....


( OTT   Join us soon Sexilious,      And hope you had a fantasic Festive Season. Happy New Year to you and EVERYONE )

What a party this is, and now we going to see Pafe and Satoire in the pudding pit. Good thing i came over to join this party. Searching for a good spot from where i can see all the action 

   I emerge from the dressing area wearing a short, red silk robe that was provided for me by Grumpy, I’m also wearing my lacy black bra and black thong panties.  My legs are bare and the floor is cold on my bare feet.  Grumpy is walking behind me carrying a small stool, a bucket of water and a towel. 

   We approach the pit and I survey the area.  It looks to be well padded, and there are bright halogen lights illuminating the area.  The heat of the lamps feels good in the coolness of the air and the entire place smells of vanilla.

   Climbing into the pit, I step into about 6 inches of vanilla pudding.  It’s not as cold as I expected, but it is very slippery to walk in.  I do some stretches and I see Satoire approaching the pit with Sleepy as her second.  I stick my tongue out at her.

I also climb into the pit and step into the pudding.  Scooping up a finger full, I taste it. Mmmmm… surprisingly good.  I’m wearing a white silk robe Doc brought to me.  It’s very short… the hem coming just below my butt… underneath the robe I’m wearing a white shelf bra and matching thong panties.  The bra barely covers my nipples.

Doc puts the stool into the corner opposite Pafe, and I begin to do some stretching, utilizing the stool to limber up.

Pafe and I both watch as Covems climbs into the pit and walks carefully to the center of it.  He has taken off his trousers, socks and shoes.  Covems begins his announcement…

Having already removed my beautiful new sweater, trousers, socks and shoes, I climb into the pit.  Dressed in my Christmas boxers, shirt and tie, I wade through the pudding to the center of the pit.

Sneezy rings the bell quickly 5 times... DING, DING, DING, DING, DING!!

I shout above the din of the crowd.....

"LADIES AND PERVERTS.... wait... no... that’s not right..."

"LUSTIES AND GENTLE.... wait... that's not it either."

Ah HA!  "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... and dwarfs of all ages.  LET’S GET READY TO WRRRESTLE!!  A GRUDGE MATCH OF EPIC PROPORTIONS!  BORN IN SPACE… AND ABOUT TO BE SETTLED, RIGHT HERE AT THE ACHAT BAR & GRILL!!"

The bell rings quickly... DING, DING, DING!  “ACHOOOO!”

"IN THIS CORNER" (I point to my left)...

"AT 5 FOOT NOTHING TALL, that's 152 cm for all you metric types."

"AND WEIGHING IN AT 115 POUNDS, that's 52 kg." 

"THE DARK HAIRED…    …BUXOM BEAUTY."

"PAFE...      …THE PULVERIZER!!"

Pafe clasps her hands together over her head, shaking them and a great cheer goes up from the crowd accompanied by wolf whistles... The bell rings quickly again... DING, DING, DING, DING!

"AND IN THIS CORNER" (I point to my right)...

"WEIGHING IN AT 118 POUNDS.  That's 53 kg."

"AND STANDING 5 FOOT 2 INCHES IN HER STOCKING FEET.  That's 157 cm."

"THE WOMAN WHO PROVES THAT BLONDES REALLY DO HAVE FUN!"

"SCRRRAPPER...        ...SATOIRE!!"

Satoire hands go high up over her head as she spins in place and another great cheer and more whistling comes from the crowd... The bell rings again 3 times... DING, DING, DING!

Motioning for them to come to the center of the pit... "Now ladies," I say, "let’s go over the rules.  We're going to have 3 timed rounds of 3 minutes each, with a 1 minute pause between rounds.  At the end of each round you will both return to your respective corners.  Your seconds may attend to you there."

"Each takedown gets scored as do all escapes.  A count of 3 seconds while your shoulders are held against the floor of the pit will be considered a "pin" and will end the match.  Scoring will be by rounds and scored by the Judges."  I point to Sleepy and Bashful.  “Tightfit will be the Final Judge to break any ties.  Are there any questions?  No?  Good.”

I continue.  "There will be no eye gouging, fingernail scratching or excessive hair pulling.  Biting is okay as long as you don’t draw blood, but licking is preferred.  There’s no choke holds, no locking your hands or feet together and no tying your opponent with what little clothing you have.  Okay ladies, I want a good, clean, gooey match."

"Now, shake hands and at the sound of the bell, come out wrestling."

They bow to the Judges and Tightfit, then turn to each other and shake hands while growling.  Satoire and Pafe then return to their respective corners and take off their robes.

“ACHOOO!”  The bell sounds… “DING!”

 

  At the sound of the bell, I spin in place and get into a crouch… my arms out slightly and I begin to circle the pit, all the while keeping a wary eye on my opponent.  I’m looking for an opening a way to get an advantage.

   The floor of the pit is very slippery and I can feel my feet sliding as I step.  Satoire is also circling, also looking for her chance. 

   Suddenly, my foot slips and I fall to my knees.  Satoire rushes me, seeing this as an opportunity… she grabs for my shoulders, but I move out of the way slightly and grab both her legs and pull her down into the pudding.  She lands with a splat on her back... pudding flying from her impact.

   I fling myself on top of Satoire, grabbing for her hands.  I manage to get one hand and pull it up over her head and into the pudding.  I slide up onto my knees, straddling Satoire’s body… I can feel her legs kicking up, trying to get one of them around me to push me off of her…

When Pafe slips I rush her, but miss my target.  She gets the advantage and I fall into the pudding on my back.  Pudding flies out of the pit from the impact and splatters a couple of the spectators who were standing close to the pit.

Pafe slides up me and straddles my body, while holding one of my hands up at arms length over my head.  Using my legs, I try to get them up around Pafe to pull her off, but she has slid too far up.  So I use my free hand and grab a handful of the pudding and slap it on the side Pafe’s face.  “SPLAT!”

This knocks her off balance and she falls sideways into the pudding.  I scramble to get a hold of her but all I get is Pafe’s bra.  I keep a good grip on it as Pafe struggles to get to her knees… I use it to push and pull her… to keep her off balance.

   Satoire has a hold of my bra and I cannot get her to let go.  So I reach around and undo the hooks in the back and slip out of it.  My breasts are free from their constraints and sag and wobble like they do. 

   We’re both on our knees as I rush at Satoire and again manage to get her onto her back.  We’re practically covered with pudding now.  Again I scramble on top of Satoire, our bodies slick and slippery with the pudding.  We struggle against each other… I get a hold of both her hands this time and push them over her head.

   I slide my knees up onto Satoire’s arms and press her into the floor of the pit, trying to get her shoulders pinned.  She’s strong and lifts her shoulders a little, keeping them from the floor.  So I reach back with a hand and grab one of her flailing legs and pull it up…

Winding up with just bra, I toss it to Doc in my corner, and while doing that Pafe rushes me, knocking me back into the pudding.  Pafe climbs on top of me again… straddling me and slides her knees to my shoulders, while holding my hands up over my head.

I’m trying to get my legs up around her to pull her off but her body is too slick to get a good foot hold.  Pafe manages to get hold of one of my legs and pulls it up.  I can feel my shoulders touching the floor.

Covems drops to his hands and knees feeling my shoulders touching the floor… he starts a count “One!”  Pafe’s pulling of my leg causes her to slide up further, her crotch is at my chin… “Two!”…

I bite Pafe’s pussy through her thong.  This causes her to let out a high pitched shriek and she jumps back which allows me leverage and I manage to push her off before the count of 3.

“DING DING!”  The bell rings, signaling the end of the round.

I go to my corner and sit on the stool.  Doc wipes my face with a wet sponge.  I adjust my bra, recovering my breasts with it and straighten my thong.

“Don’t let that demur look fool you Doc.” I say.  “Pafe can be one tough cookie.”

   I shriek when Satoire bites me and I jump off of her when the bell rings.  In my corner, Grumpy tends to me, wiping my face with a sponge and drying it with the towel.

    “I almost had her pinned.  I got two take downs”, I say to Grumpy, “but Sat’s escaped twice.  How do you think they’ll score it?”

“DING!”  The bell rings for round two.  This time I go straight for Pafe and grab her around her legs.  She’s near the edge of the pit, so I drop to my knees and pull her forward... she falls onto my back… I rise up slightly, tossing Pafe over and onto her back, splattering spectators with some pudding.  I pounce on top of her, with my feet near Pafe’s head.

I spin around on top of Pafe in a quick move and straddle her and try to slide my knees up to her shoulders, but her big boobs are in the way, causing me to stop my slide.  Instead, I lie prone on her and grabbing Pafe’s hands, raise them up over her head.  I take a big lick of the pudding on her face.

Pafe’s legs come around my body and she starts to tug me down.  I let go of one of her hands and push her leg from me.

I just knew i had a good place on the side of this pit for this fight, now i got covered in pudding for the second time with that move satoire made.

I don't mind at all though because the girls here with me like it enough to lick it off, both Dutch and Sexi take a side and me in turn do the same to them licking the pudding from thier face and neck. Ohh and i see some has dripped a little lower, i might go after that to lick as well

   Satoire takes me down and flips me over her back.  I land in the pudding on my back and the next thing I know she’s on top of me, grabbing my hands and raising them above my head.  I struggle against her, feeling her body rubbing along mine.

   Satoire takes a lick of the pudding from my face and laughs.  I manage to get my legs around Satoire’s body and try to pull her from me using my legs.  She lets go of a hand to push my leg off, and I use that hand to grab a hold of her bra strap on her back and pull her off of me to the side.

   I can feel her bra tearing in my hand as her weight shifts to my side.  Satoire slides off me and I’m left with a handful of bra.