Wrestle Kingdom: Mermassaged (Patreon)

I’d been wanting to do this for a bit, which was a bit of a process. I started down one direction that ended up being the foreshadowed ending of this one. Tess ends up mentioning a massage in passing and that kind of blew up into its own thing. This one was written as more of a patchwork than usual too: I kept thinking up moves or lines to use later and wrote them out before linking them back together. Don’t think it shows, but felt good to finish something after what feels like a long time (2 or 3 days?)

I have their 4th member more or less planned out. I just didn’t want to rush into them and felt like some fun setup. Also the 4th won’t just get them out automatically, so they’ll have time to hang around.

The three girls continues their ongoing march through their video game adventure. They had their ups and downs when it came to random battles, but the difficulty had definitely gone up since they had acquired a third party member. For every big buff she-troll that choked out all three of them at once, they outmaneuvered a zombie or took out a tag team of kobolds. With very few exceptions, most of the matches involved all three of them and Manda hating how she seemed to get the worst end of things.

They went on assuming their quest marker would show them to the fourth human they needed to find their way home. When they reached the gates of Grappleshire, a relatively plain-looking fantasy village, the marker simply blinked out from Manda’s view.

“What? This is it? Are they one of these peasants or something?” she asked, eying a passing old woman.

The little lady was hunched over and carrying a bundle of what appeared to be chopped down turnbuckle saplings.

“It’s probably our next quest,” Mollie ventured.

“We gotta talk to villagers or gather clues on what to do next.”

“And here I thought you played video games,” Tessa teased.

“I do!” Manda defended.

“I’ve also played a lot of shit games and this one is literally CURSED. I swear, if I get stuck forever because this game has crap tutorials...”

Tess rested a hand on Manda’s shoulder.

“Well you’re not gonna find them by whining. How about we hit up an inn, get some dinner, maybe order some massages…”

“Does this place look like it has massages?!”

“Does it look like it sells wrestling weapons?” Mollie tacked on, pointing at a nearby blacksmith where an orc was hammering away at a folding chair on an anvil.

“And we doooo have way too much gold,” Tessa reminded her.

Manda was well aware of that. Even on her losing streaks, the game’s bonuses for showmanship and the chat’s donations rewarded her for being so absolutely humiliated. She groaned and slouched dejectedly.

“Fine. But only because we’ve been walking and fighting for so long that this unreal nightmare of a game has me realizing how unnatural it feels to not eat or sleep for this long.”

“That’s the spirit!” Tessa said, clapping both her teammates on the back.

“When it’s all over, if you still wanna complain about being forced to relax, there’s not much else I can do for ya.”

Manda yielded and let herself be led to the Last Bell inn. Before she could step inside, she stopped short and went into her menu.

“Wait! Quick! Is there a way to turn off challengers while I’m in my room!?” she rambled as she remembered the last time she spent a night anywhere involved getting beat up by an elf.

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With that resolved, Manda had to admit the night was strange but enjoyable. Having an actual meal with her new friends was a much needed break, and Tessa mentioned a word Manda had never heard at the front desk. The humble innkeeper charged them anyway and when she went to her room for the night, there was a beautiful woman with short, rainbow colored hair, and a fish tail for her lower half. Her scales were clearly patterned with black and white stripes and she wore a silky, loose green top.

“Oh god dammit, not again!” Manda immediately snapped, throwing up her hands.

The mermaid stared at her blankly. She gestured meekly towards a long table beside her.

“I’m sorry. Did you not request a healing session? I am Refrina, your mermanager.”

Manda slowly lowered her guard.

“Wait like… actual healing? You’re not going to put me in some chokehold that gives me extra xp or something stupid like that?”

The mermanager looked at her blankly.

“Errrr no? My people are neutral in matters of combat, so we take the roles of healers, merchants and masseuses. An hour of our special mer-massage will have you feeling so good that you’ll be performing well above your normal capabilities. For a while, at least.”

“So it’s a buff?” Manda asked warily.

“Yes! Precisely! You’ll feel much buffer than you were!”

Manda finally relented. She climbed onto the table and let the fish lady start giving her an alarmingly normal massage. It actually felt good for the first half, letting Refrina slither around her and rub down the subtle aches that haunted her after her many matches.

“Feeling better, yes?” Refrina asked after a while.

“Ohhh yea,” Manda sighed.

“I had assumed from all the moaning,” the mermanager joked.

“Now roll onto your front so I can get into the second half, please.”

Manda gladly did as she asked. She was even wondering if she could order seconds when the mermanager lifted and started rubbing her leg down.

“Verrry good,” Refrina praised.

“Now if you hear some cracks, that just means its working.”

“Some wha-AAAAHH FUCK!”

With a fluid push, Refrina pushed up on Manda’s leg to fold it behind her back. Manda felt her toes touch between her shoulder blades as her eyes went wide.

“That’s just your muscles loosening,” Refrina assured her with the same calm and patient tone as always.

“Now we’re going to try both at once.”

With a fluid slither, the masseuse yanked up on both legs until Manda was almost folded in half backwards. she screamed as her legs and back were bent around, crushing her small breasts against the table with her own bodyweight until her toes were tickling her ears. The mermaid knew her way around a human body, to say the least.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Manda rambled in a pained panic.

“Oh it’s definitely working,” Refrina confirmed as she eased the legs back down.

The mermaid lifted herself onto the table, climbing onto Manda’s back. The dense muscle of her fishy lower half pressed firmly into Manda’s strained spine. The tail shifted and rolled, rubbing along her back as she gagged below.

“We just need to get your chin up. You really can’t neglect stretching the neck too.”

The mermanager grabbed beneath Manda’s chin and pulled up. The redhead winced as the back bending was little more than a camel clutch, pulling hard enough that Manda’s breasts started to squeeze out the edges of her top. Her head was forced back enough that it settled between Refrina’s pillowy tits, squishing against either of her cheeks.

“There. Limbering up already, see?” the mermanager said soothingly.

“My spine…” Manda gagged comically as she reached uselessly out at the air.

“But you’re feeling so stiff. I had better help rub that out.”

“Phrasing,” Manda choked out but Refrina let go to let her flop back onto the massage table.

“Perhaps a deeper amount of pressure, the monstergirl pondered as she caught her surprisingly strong hand under Manda’s shoulder.

With a fluid shift of her tail, she rolled Manda onto her back again. She wrapped her aquatic tail around Manda’s neck and setted a curved cluster of muscle just below her human half that seemed to serve as her ass. It squashed over Manda’s face, smothering her below in the surprisingly warm and soft set of scales. She gave some muffled complaints that the mermanager could barely hear. It only made her grind her hips harder on her, gyrating to rub the smooth scales into Manda’s face.

“The oil in our scales are actually quite healthy for human skin,” Refrina explained like it was beneficial trivia rather than explaining why she was sitting on her customer’s face.

Her skilled and strong fingers went over Manda’s body, pressing and squeezing around her abs. It made her muscles twitch all the way down as she groped around her thighs.

“I don’t remember seeing a human so uptight before,” Refina pondered.

“Maybe if people would stop wrestling me out of nowhere!” Manda groaned as she managed to turn her head and take a breath of fresh air. She had no idea how a half-fish still sweated so much.

“Seriously? Complaining about such basic things? You’re a strange breed, you are. I haven’t heard someone talk like that since the MMA Bandit.”

That got Manda’s attention. Mollie and Tessa were surprisingly okay with this wrestling-obsessed world, but they at least acknowledged that it was weird. If someone else was complaining about it, that could mean the fourth trapped soul in the game. At the very least, the name sounded important enough to look into.

The information and flash of hope distracted Manda enough that she didn’t notice Refrina grabbing her thighs. She lifted and spread them out before dropping an elbow down on her crotch. Manda gave a sharp yowl before she was swatted in the face by the mermaid tail, smearing itself around to squash her face and tits.

“Nearly done,” Refrina chimed like this was standard procedure and like she could be heard over Manda’s yelling.

She dug in and ground her elbow around on Manda’s pussy. Her body quaked as it firmly rubbed over her clit, pressing it to one side and then the next. Her sensitive bud was overloaded with shocking sensations as her snatch was treated like bread dough. The deep and rough massaging elbow penetrated right through her shorts and she felt her brain turn to mush under the focused pressure. Her hips bucked up against the pinning rubdown, unable to escape the mermanager seated on top of her. Her clingy tail just bent along with her like she expected it, and she stopped for a moment to casually pull down Manda’s shorts. Her elbow went right back in place, letting Manda’s squirting cum gush up and out onto her thighs. Her vibrating moans vibrated against the pinning and exfoliating tail.

“Very common reaction. No need to ruin your shorts and our skin is quite waterproof,” Refrina assured her.

Manda’s vision blurred.  She didn’t reply, she just passed out beneath her as every muscle in her felt completely drained.

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When she woke back up was a different story! Manda rolled out of her bed, not sure how she’d gotten there. The usual aches she had after a fantasy beatdown were missing, and as she stretched she actually felt a little more limber. A wild way to do it, but she did feel pretty refreshed compared to being repeatedly knocked out like usual.

Once she was thinking clearly enough to remember her tip, Manda hurried down the hall to knock on a door. She heard voices inside and Mollie opened it for her. She looked perfectly fine, and Tessa had kicked back in a chair and was reading on her phone.

“Oh hey. You’re finally up,” Mollie greeted with her shy grin.

“Yea yea. You guys won’t believe what I heard. There was someone called the MMA Bandit around here who was complaining about too much wrestling. My mer-masseuse mentioned it while she was tying me in knots!”

>so hot!

>now have a sexy sleepover

>love seeing our Manny get flexible *flex emoji*

“Shut up, chat!” Manda snapped, swiping the text boxes away.

“Well that’s convenient,” Tessa said, looking rather unsurprised by the fact.

“Because I heard that some bounty hunters called The Guardians scored a big bounty catching some bandit recently.”

“Oh this is neat!” Mollie chimed.

“Because I heard about where some bigmouthed bounty hunters were staying. This is fun, huh? Like we had to escape room talk it out to find all the clues.”

“So we have a lead? A for real lead on our last trapped person?” Manda asked, rather surprised by things going their way.

"Oh didn't you know? Neutral or not, the mermanagers are huge gossips," Tessa chuckled.

“Well that kind of makes getting the shit beat out of me by a stranger… AGAIN worth it.”

Mollie and Tess stared at her blankly. Flashing back minutes ago, Tess had been laying naked on her massage table. A mermanager of nearly identical looks to Manda’s had her tail wrapped around her legs and was hanging in a handstand off the table to bend her legs at arcing angles. The sexfighter just sighed like she might fall asleep.

“You know, I was weirded out the first time, but I tell ya nothing beats a good mermassage,” she’d mused at the familiar and luxurious feeling. She had the rough rubdowns all the time during her comfortable life at Mudrissal.

And another room over, Mollie was blushing as she managed to finally get off her hoodie and position herself on the table where her big boobs weren’t getting crushed. The mermanager masseuse started out gentle enough before she took Mollie’s arms, pulling the half-dressed boxer’s arms up behind her head. She let out a startled squeak at the sudden crack.

“You alright down there?” her mermanager asked calmly.

“Nng… harder…” Mollie squealed as a masochistic smile crossed her face.

Back in their meeting room, Tessa shrugged. Mollie hunched down a little into her hoodie.

“You get used to it,” they both replied before starting to plan out their next step.