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Been a while since I've done some ARMS work. Rather than boxing, it's the post-match punishment as the ladies Min-Min, Ribbon Girl and Twintelle are forced into a begrudging sex show while they keep hating each other's guts.

The audience was thrilled from the fight they’d just witnessed. For one thing, it had been a three on one handicap ARMS match with an upset win for the solitary Helix. The slimy fighter’s slippery style and the utter lack of cooperation between the three egotistical women let him tactically separate and tear them down. As part of the wager behind the match, that involved  a humiliating punishment for the losers.

“I can’t believe you blew this for all of us!” Ribbon Girl seethed backstage.

“Me!? You went down first, you idiot,” Min-Min snapped back at her from the next locker down.

“Oh please. We all knew Ribbon would drop with one good punch. It’s your fault for not expecting it and covering for her when she went down,” Twintelle huffed.

Ribbon Girl gave her a bitter glare, brushing her lengthy strand of blond ponytail behind her shoulder in a huff.

The three uncooperative boxers had gone backstage and undressed for the post-match show. They hadn’t thought much of agreeing to the bet with the green glob of a fighter; he seemed too goofy to be threatening and they had the distinct numbers advantage against him. They hadn’t imagined that they’d lose, and even less likely that the gelatinous boxer would come up with such a perverted punishment. They were stunned to be revived after the match and find that Helix had let their penalty be  chosen by the audience. It was sent to them reading “a three-way strip tease and sex show for the audience in mini bikinis.”

“I bet it’s your fault he picked this” Ribbon Girl accused Twintelle.

“Why would that thing care about this? It’s probably just because you’re always slutting it up for the crowd so he thought they’d like it!”

“Who cares!? Now I have to pretend to like the two of you when you cost me that match! I could have won it on my own without all your clumsy punches getting in my way,” Min-Min said bitterly.

The short-haired blonde looked at the swimsuit she’d been given. It was a bright gold color, barely big enough to cover her nipples and pussy if they were properly in place. Min-Min had made noodles thicker than the bikini’s strips. They weren’t even allowed to wear their usual high-tech masks that provided them with their trademark extendable limbs.

“At least Twintelle’s used to this kind of perversion,” Ribbon Girl grumbled.

“You must be jealous because I’m the only one with the curves to pull this off,” Twintelle scoffed.

Even as she said so, the dark-skinned boxer pulled the bikini into place. Her thick hips and hefty breasts strained the swimsuit to its limits as she gave it some testing tugs. Her long pink pigtails bounced around her shoulders as it caught every jiggle and slightest crevice  of her body. Even as one of the more boastful ARMS girls, this was beyond humiliating. Showing off this much skin AND having to play nice with the other ladies filled her with a fury and disgust she’d have to choke down for now.

They finished suiting up, redressing in what little there was to be worn. They begrudgingly made their way back to the arena’s entrance, waiting briefly until they were signaled to proceed.

“I hate you all so much,” Ribbon Girl hissed to them in case anyone else was listening near the entrance.

“It’s more than mutual,” Twintelle seethed back through gritted teeth.

Min-Min pasted a happy smile on her face as the gate started to rise.

“Both of you shut up and play along, or I swear to god I’ll choke the both of you if we screw up and have to do this again.”

The mutual hate was outweighed by the threat of repeating themselves. When they were revealed to the crowd, they greeted the fans with their nearly naked bodies on display and big, forced smiles. It was no secret that the ladies who punched each other in the face so they could outrank each other were far from friends, but it would have only made it harder to put on their sexy show if they were directly at each other’s throats. So they smiled and waved as they went down the ramp

“Now try to keep up. And make it look good,” Twintelle muttered as she bent over, running her hands down her tan legs to stick out her famous ass.

The slim bikini vanished between her cheeks and the audience hooted in approval. The cheers still weren’t worth pretending to like the other two girls, but there was nothing left to do about it. The uncooperative girls strutted around the arena floor, deciding to get some space between them while they still could.

“Come on, everybody. You know who your favorite is~!” Ribbon Girl cheered as she posed for the crowd.

She pinched the shoulder straps of her bikini, tugging them to bounce her perky tits around. She could at least try to steal the spotlight away from her rivas as she pulled her bikini down at an agonizing pace.

Not to be outdone, Min-Min showed off her flexibility. She swung a leg straight up in a vertical split, wedging the revealing bikini even deeper up her crotch. The idea of showing up her competition/forced partners was the closest she’d have to enjoying herself  the entirety of their show.

The ladies put on a show, drawing out their undress to fire up the crowd and stall having to put up with each other just a moment longer.

“Just make out!” someone finally shouted out.

The audience agreed with the impatient demand, peaking in their cheers for his idea more than what they were doing. Twintelle grimaced, rising up from her split and tossing her twirling top aside. With the final flourish, they had to face their real punishment of having to put up with each other. Ribbon Girl’s flirtatious smile soured at the reminder and turned back to the other two losers.

“Well… no time like the present,” she conceded as noncommittally as she could with fake enthusiasm.

The trio met in the middle of the ring, running their hands over each other’s chests. Min-Min bit her lip as she cupped one of each other woman’s breasts. It was only to stifle a sneer of jealousy rather than arousal, glaring at Twintelle’s full and tan bosom and Ribbon Girl’s smaller but very perky pair. She resisted the urge to punch them in their enviable tits, only allowing herself to squeeze them a bit harder than she might have.

Twintelle was the first to give in to the escalating demands. She took Ribbon Girl by the back of her head and drew her in, kissing her full on the mouth. Her painted lips opened wide to consume the blonde’s and brace her as she shoved her whole tongue in her mouth. Ribbon gave a short, shocked yip but it was buried in Twintelle’s sloppy embrace. She was easily the most sexually experienced of the three (which Ribbon Girl and Min-Min would gladly summarize as being a slut), so she pressed through the shame and tried to get this all over with.

The audience appreciated it all the same. The fact that they hated it and were embarrassed out of their wits made it even more enjoyable for the more sadistic fans. Min-Min blushed, swallowing her disgust and joining in. She slid her slim but lean muscled figure in between them to start kissing the edges of their mouths.

The ladies started to rotate, turning their heads to swap short, deep kisses with each other. The messy exchange left their drool spilling over their cleavage, making them cringe at the sloppy work of their teammates. Twintelle cursed that they kissed as well as they fought, leaving their ugly trails of spittle across her lovely skin and tits.

They finally sorted themselves into a compromise of each sticking out their tongues for a showy open-mouthed kiss. It gave them the small benefit of being as far from each other as they could while still making out, but it took all their self control to keep from gagging as their rivals’ spit and tongues slapped against their mouths. Their tits still bumped against each other, flinching whenever their bitterly hardening nipples bumped against each other.

The crowd’s enthusiasm quickly waned as they started expecting more. Min-Min slid to one side and decided to deliver, running her hand up Ribbon Girl’s thigh and cupping her pussy. She dipping two fingers into her slit, caressing and curling them with more flair than delicacy. The tan fighter gasped and stiffened up at the intrusive touch. Min-Min even slapped at her pussy, lightly spanking it to show it off to the crowd. It would have made a splashing sound if Twintelle had actually been turned on at all by the fighting waitress, barely damp at all and simply from the physical attention.

“Oh you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Min-Min teased as playfully as she could.

A bit of venom still clung to her words and Twintelle’s look of feigned arousal flashed a dark scowl at her.

“Yes, mommy,” she chimed as the most stereotypically cringey dirty talk she could think of as a reply.

She gyrated her hips, humping Min-Min’s hand. She acted like she enjoyed it but she thought of it as compensating for her rival’s clumsy fingering. She rode her digits while the audience hooted at her exposed ass and pussy.

“Ohhh there it is! You (finally) found my clit!” Twintelle sarcastically praised her.

Ribbon Girl clicked her tongue in warning. She was fully ready for the jealous runt and the busty slut to ruin this whole thing on her, so she felt obligated to keep them in line. She knelt down in front of them and shoved her thumbs and forefingers up each of their pussies from behind. The girls gasped and arched their backs, thrusting out their hips and chests in surprise as Min-Min’s damp hand fell out of Twintelle’s.

“There’s my sexy little sluts,” Ribbon cooed as if it were dirty talk rather than blatant insults.

The other two growled and squirmed as the peppy blonde violated their pussies in front of the crowd. They tolerated it enough to look like they were enjoying it, rubbing their breasts and moaning as they kissed each other a few times. Once they felt like they’d put up with enough to sell the moment, Twintelle swung her hips back to bump her ass into the blonde’s face. Ribbon Girl grunted and tumbled back, landing on her own smaller butt.

“Oops! Got a little too close!” Twintelle insisted coyly.

“Well let’s give you a closer look since you like it so much.”

Twintelle dropped her hips, planting her thick ass on Ribbon Girl’s face. The tan flesh spread out over her nose and mouth, just leaving her eyes visible to go wide. She started to jerk away but knew she couldn’t get too uppity about it without ruining their act. Her muffled objections were ignored, so she allowed herself to spank Twintelle’s pinning ass instead. At least that looked sexy for the perverted fans.

“Not a bad idea,” Min-Min had to agree.

The martial artist squatted down over Ribbon Girl’s lower half, mashing her pussy up against hers. It still disgusted her to get so intimate with her hated enemies, but at least she got to be on top of her to show her up. She started to grind against her, tribbing with the trapped blonde.

“Jealous I had the idea first?” Twintelle muttered under her breath.

Min-Miin scowled at her and replied by latching her mouth onto one of the pink-haired pugilist’s breasts. She scraped her teeth at her hard nipple, not daring enough to land an actual bite in front of everyone. It still stung her enough to make Twintelle flinch and squeeze her thighs around Ribbon Girl’s head.

The pinned blonde quickly had enough of being ridden by her rivals. She bucked just hard enough to look like she was humping too enthusiastically to send them toppling off her in a moment of surprise. Ribbon Girl rolled over to her side, keeping them off while grabbing Twintelle by her juicy ass. It was at least thick enough to hide her glaring face as she started aggressively eating out Twintelle. If she couldn’t put a stop to all this, she’d at least end it as quickly as possible.

“AH~! You’re such an eager little slut!” Twintelle gasped as she leered back at Ribbon Girl eating the back end of her pussy.

She couldn't do much but squeeze her legs around Ribbon Girl’s neck, acting like she was encouraging the behavior rather than lightly choking her for it. She still took a page from her book, and while Min-Min was trying to right herself, the tan model pulled one of her legs apart and buried her face in between her legs. She slurped loudly as she sucked and licked at Min-Min’s labia like she was slurping up some of her ramen.

“EEP! Why you… dirty girl!” Min-Min censored herself before lashing out at Ribbon Girl’s snatch.

The trio moaned and gasped as they found themselves locked in a triangle of cunnilingus. They squeezed in light head scissors around the other’s heads, partially out of payback but mostly to steady themselves against the oral onslaught. The loveless licking was done in haste, forcing them to endure each other.

Their persistence overcame their spite. Their tongues slapped against the closest clit to them, pummeling them into erotic submission in front of the roaring crowd. Their miserable whines could be mistaken for sounds of lust to those who didn’t know better. When the orgasms built up by carnal instincts alone, they bucked their hips to slap their pussies into their rival’s faces. Twintelle clenched her pelvic muscles to squirt her cum as messily as she could over Min-Min’s face, and the others copied her approach in turn. The sadistic cheers rang out to celebrate the losers’ shared orgasms and disgust. They barely finished cumming when they pulled apart, sputtering to keep from spitting out the distasteful fluids. Ribbon Girl wiped off her mouth and tried to clean her tongue while Min-Min gawked to try and let it drool out. The audience didn’t care about their attitude towards it, still delighted by the sexual show and punishment all in one.

The fighters forced themselves to wave and kept from covering up their shamed bodies. They waved to the crowd weakly before they trotted backstage, jiggling off towards the locker room that they bitterly realized they had to share.

“I’m so sick of you bitches,” Twintelle fumed as soon as she was out of earshot from the audience.

The naked boxer clenched her fists at her sides as she glared at the others.

“I’ve never hated anyone as much as you two right now,” Min-Min growled.

“Just shut up the both of you!” Ribbon Girl threatened. “Because if you want to settle which one of us wasn’t carrying their weight, I’ve got a damn good way of figuring that out.”

Their punishment was over with, but even the majority of the audience could predict that their outrage and suffering was about to rekindle backstage.