Becky the Bear Wrestler 4: The Bedroom Belt Match (Patreon)

Happy to deliver on another patron reward of Becky and her sexy teddy bear wrestling streams. Not a lot to note besides Becky clearly loves playing with her toy so roughly. I keep hinting that her boyfriend's horny for it too and they bang like crazy after practice and matches, but it does make me assume that Cathie's started to join in their off screen sex too. I don't have any specific plans for adding another animal or human to the league, but I think it could work in general. The four of them as it is offer enough variety just by its weird concept on its own that it wouldn't need a huge cast.

The crowd had been warmed up by Cathie and Roxy acting as the new hotness of the stream. Now was the perfect time to debut Becky’s Bedroom Belt title match. Becky came hopping over the ropes and bounced onto the bed, wearing a loose halter top and some cute pink panties to show off her every jiggle for the webcam. She kept up her show until her opponent showed up, settling in and focusing on the title match.

Sammy came out, the big brown bear puppeted through its entrance by an off-camera Cathie. He flexed and paraded around his corner, some soundboard boos playing nearby as the chat erupted into heated comments praising or hating the stuffed animal. Sam leaned back into his corner, settling in confidently with his arms draped over the ropes.

When the bell rang, Becky charged aggressively across the bed/ring to attack her old plaything without hesitation. She grabbed Sam by one ear, holding him up as she started slamming forearms into his fluffy face. The surprised toy ragdolled from the stunning blows, getting pummeled into the corner as Becky kept him dazed. Once he was softened up, she turned and pulled his head into a shoulder toss, flipping him over and onto the mats with a hard, husky grunt. The blonde girl stayed on him, forcing him back up and hip-tossing him a few more times before he could get his footing.

“Keep it up, Becky! Mess him up!”

“Get that bitch, Sammy!”

The chat flashed by, cheering on one fighter or another as Becky pulled Sam up again. She hugged him from behind and flipped over backward, suplexing him back onto his head. The bear flopped limply out of her grasp, laying in a stunned daze on the bed. Becky rose up to her knees, throwing up a triumphant fist towards the webcam. She crawled up to Sam and wrapped an arm around the big bear’s neck, locking on a chokehold. The blonde wrestler gave it a few tugs, making his limbs jerk around as he struggled to grab onto her. His paws managed to clutch her choking arm, trying to pull it loose so he could breathe.

“Come on, Sam! Don’t give up that easy!” the chat insisted.

Becky had no intention of ending the show that easily, of course. She cupped a hand by Sam’s elbow, pushing it so that his fingerless fist pumped up into her face. She grunted and bucked her head listlessly, much like the toy had reacted to her own attacks earlier. Sam could see it was working so he kept up the shots to her jaw and temple, leaving the blonde girl half-lidded and punchdrunk herself. Becky still held on with her weakening chokehold, but it did her more harm than good by making her an easy target. Sam pawed and pulled at her bra until one of her breasts fell out of it, and he immediately latched his muzzle onto it.

“AHHH! FUCK! No biting! REF!” Becky shrieked as she snapped out of her battered stupor.

The teddy bear's foul let him break out of her grip as her hands moved to try and pry him off her boob. Sam reached up and grabbed her by the neck and pulled her head down, spiking her chin over his shoulder with a perfectly staged DDT. Becky reeled back clutching her jaw as she fell on her ass, but Sam was maneuvered around to squat down by her legs. The human fighter tucked her legs under his arms, acting like he was lifting and spreading them before he dropped back down, slamming a fluffy elbow into Becky’s crotch.

Becky bucked to sit upright and let out an “AWW!” to exaggerate her reaction for the show. The hurting blonde crawled towards the camera, reaching out for the ropes like she was begging for help after the low blow. She ended up dragging herself backward, pushing her limbs back into Sam’s grasp. He manipulated her legs around to twist them into a quick and nasty knot. Becky shrieked again, beating her fists on the ring as he put more pressure on the hold. Her breasts squashed against the bed until they puffed up beneath her chin right in front of the camera, letting them watch her look of agony and reddened up tits.

“Becky?! Do you tap?” her boyfriend’s voice called in on cue from off camera.

“NOOO! NGH! FUCK!” she cursed, breathing heavily as she worked up a sweat with all her acrobatics and faked agony.

Becky milked the intense hold until the chat was pouring out encouragement for her, planting her hands on the mats. She grunted as she slowly started to push her legs out, pulling them apart even as her panties wedged up her ass cheeks. She raised them up and suddenly snapped them around Sam’s neck, head scissoring the bear and shaking him around. It tossed his head around in between her thighs while his snout went up her ass, rubbing in there with the predictable emotes and comments from the chat equating to “God I wish that were me.”

Becky tossed Sam around in her little twerk show for a few seconds before she swing her hips to one side, bashing his head into the mat. Sam went down hard and she followed up, keeping up her competitively aggressive streak. She hopped up, adjusted him onto his back, and slammed a leg drop across his chest. Her boobs bounced around before settling into place after the noisy landing, brushing some of her sweaty curls out of her face. She bent over, pulling on his ears.

“Come on… come on, you fluffy bitch. That belt is mine,” she grunted as she stood and pulled his head between her legs.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, clearly setting him up for a piledriver. She lifted him upside down for a second, wincing with effort as if he was far heavier than he was. His legs flailed a bit, and Becky ended up dropping him back to his feet. She pretended to try again with even less success. She grit her teeth and prepared again, just to look shocked as Sam seemed to take control of the move. He shifted around with her still clinging and trying to hold him down, but with a sudden buck and a flip from Becky, he flung her over his back. Their ring awareness so keen that it threw Becky back first into the nearest turnbuckle, bouncing her off it and landing on the mats. She clutched at her spine with her eyes and mouth wide in shocked agony, rolling slowly but showing no signs of getting back up quickly from that.

Sam was shoved after her, descending on the helpless blonde babe. His arms draped over her shoulders, clutching her head and lifting her up by the hair. She was forced to face the corner, shaking her head with a few weak pleas of “No! No, don’t!” just before she was bashed into the turnbuckle. Becky slumped against them, moaning with her head tilted just right so the fans could see her hanging breasts, dumbstruck face, and her perky ass thrust out towards them. Sam backed off just enough to show her off before he went for her hair again, clearly using anything he could to win. He stayed slumped over her, forcing Becky’s head between the ropes. He dragged her along it (or she dragged him; either way), making her scream and cry as he pretended to rake her face across the silky ropes.

“OMG! Sam’s not fucking around! He really wants that belt!”

“He’s gonna ruin Becky’s pretty face at this rate!”

“I can’t wait until that bear boy punishes that slut.”

“She’s gonna be such a sexy toy for that toy”

“No, YOU’RE a toy!”

Sam lingered in the next corner, choking Becky over the ropes in front of the camera like he was showing off how ruthless and dirty he could be. He flexed a listless arm as he pushed her throat over the ropes, letting her face turn red as she coughed some spittle over the camera. She thrashed around, pretending to flail so she could wipe the lens clean as if it was by mistake. Sam finally backed off, letting his opponent gasp for air. Becky rolled off to lay back in the corner, moaning as she rubbed her aching throat and bare tits. She spared herself a moment to rub her “hurting” crotch, basically masturbating on camera as her little helper drew Sam away from her and off camera. The audience could tell her was building up something wicked, and when Cathie shoved him hard back at Becky it was clear they were right. Becky shrieked and threw up her hands, pretending to try and block his charge but catching the flying bear by the legs. She groaned and writhed showily as he bounced against the ropes, delivering a bronco buster by basically humping her face against the ringpost.

“So jealous!”
“Wish I was either of them!”

“Losing to a bear! What a weak slut!”

“Come on, Becky! We know you’re the champ here!”

When Sam backed off, Becky slumped pathetically onto the bedspread. Her eyes rolled dizzily as the teddy lifted one of her legs and folded her up for a pin, flopping across her bare chest. Becky looked out of it as her boyfriend counted to 2 before she twitched and threw up an arm, breaking the pinfall.she shook her head, valiantly struggling against the close call. She moved one of Sam’s hands to grab her by the hair, lifting her up roughly to lean his muzzle close to her ear.

“Ugh… huh? No… no way! I’ll never tap out to you, you Paddington-ass perv!” Becky insisted heroically.

Her defiance was met with an even angrier attack. She gagged loudly as she puppeted Sam’s paw up to her throat, dropping out her tongue and rolling her eyes. She let the bear drag her up and lift her up off the mats before spiking her down again, smashing her to the mats with a devastating chokeslam. Becky moaned and flopped like a docked fish from her imaginary pain, just for Sam to move behind her. She spread out her legs in a wide split, making her panties ride far up her crotch as she made Sam’s paws drape over them to pretend he was forcefully spreading her thighs. She screamed at the casual contortion, shaking her head wildly. The bear just hooked his arms over hers to hold them back, trapping her in the humiliatingly hurtful spread eagle pose

“Hold her steady so I can cum on her, Sammy!”

“Fight back, Becky! You gotta win!”

She’s bear bait now!”

Her already pained wails became even shriller and more maddened when Sam reached over her and stuck his paw under her panties, digging it deep into her pussy.

“AGHHHHH! FUCK! OH MY PUSSY! NOOOO PLEASE! HE’S SHREDDING MY PUSSY! IT HURRRRRTS!” Becky howled, bringing out the fake tears to really sell the move.

She kept reaching out and faltering, but Sam would just shake and intensify his hold. Becky wavered a few times over as the teddy bear clawed and rubbed her pussy. The blonde turned her head away from the camera, unable to face her fans as her weak arm reached out and slapped at the mats, finally tapping out to the ruthlessly sexual hold. The bell rang as the chat erupted into shocked and excited comments.

Cathie tugged on Sam from behind, staying out of sight as she drew the toy to the edge of the ring. She kept it just at the edge of the camera, fiddling with Sam’s new accessories while Becky slumped to the mats, sobbing and rubbing her pussy like she was nursing an injury rather than openly getting off in front of her fans.

Sam returned a few seconds later, now decked out with his gear for Becky’s post-match punishment round. He wore the championship belt (clearly just a plastic toy belt from the store), as well as a large pink strapon buckled onto his fuzzy brown hips (clearly bought from a different store than the belt). He knelt down by Becky as she made him grab her hair, forcing her up to all fours. He didn’t bother asking as he wordlessly pulled Becky’s face up to his sex toy, forcing her to shove the rubber cock into her mouth. Becky moaned and gagged to exaggerate her discomfort as she phelated the toy in front of the crowd. She drooled messily over her flopping breasts as his paws rested on her head, pretending to force her along with the humiliating use. All the while, her forehead was made to bump against the title belt that she’d come so close to claiming as she blew the new champ.

“Yea! Get her, Sam!”

“Polish that belt, bitch!”

“She was soooo close!”

“She was not. We all know Sam’s the star of this show.”

“Does this mean we can see Sam fight with Roxy Rabbit sometime soon? That’d be hot!”

“Or even more sexy toy wrestlers!”

Becky glanced at the screen, briefly considering the idea of expanding things even more with how much the chat loved and donated for the match. She feigned pushing at Sam’s legs, trying to pull him back out as he fucked her face and pulled her curly hair. He slumped forward, wordlessly grunting and grumbling something through her boyfriend just off camera.

“You heard him, Becky. It’s the punishment round. You gotta do it,” he called from ringside.

Becky mewled miserably, but obeyed the imaginary orders. She hesitantly pulled down her panties, exposing herself on camera like she’d done more times than she could remember but still acted embarrassed. She kept sucking on Sam’s strapon while she started to finger herself, spreading her pussy out to let them watch as she toyed with her soaking wet clit. Becky squirmed and moaned, blushing hard and noisily schlicking inside herself until she let out a loud, muffled cry. She choked on his toy dick as she squirted over the bed, openly cumming before the crowd despite her humiliating defeat.

Cathie watched and blushed hard herself at ringside, unable to keep from rubbing herself at the sight. She remembered herself at the last second and undid Sam’s belt for him from off camera. She made him grab the back of the belt’s buckle, push Becky’s head off the strapon, and slam her in the face with his new title belt. Becky grunted hard and flew over backward, landing on her back with her body weakly twitching and barely able to move. Her head lolled, drooling out of her mouth and pussy as Sam dismissively stepped over her like a groaning doormat and rolled out of the ring.

Becky’s half-lidded eyes scanned the chat with all the donations, comments and new subscribers joining in. Maybe she would need to expand the league a little… at least with the toys, considering she didn’t know how many people she could convince to wrestle stuffed animals naked on live streams. Still, she was never hornier than right after a match, win or lose, so she definitely wasn’t going to quit anytime soon. Cathie’s horny stare hinted at the same, and she knew her boyfriend was hard from watching her act out her fight, so she knew she’d always have an audience of two to keep her going.