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Cait had always had a bit of a spotty record when it came to winning matches. Sometimes she would succeed, other times she would end up smooching someone's foot in a love-drunk trance. However, joining the Heartshockers had helped positively boost her win-loss record. Although they were mostly in multi-person matches, Cait was winning regardless! It got to the point where even if the other members weren't present, Cait still was winning, seemingly due to the other's skills rubbing off on her. She even had a winning streak going!

Although it was good for her, the constant success had also led to Cait getting a bit overconfident when it came to matches. This carelessness leading to her to accept an offer to face off against a wrestler named Frankie undergrove.

The girl's record was even WORSE compared to Cait's, the girl had won 1/50 matches on average. The original proposed plan would be a 5-on-5 tag match, basically for the promotion to just have a big match featuring the Heartschokers to get some exposure.

Sadly Cait was the only one who would end up being able to show up.

Kaylie had to do a stream that day
Krystal was training with her girlfriend
Eclaire was running an event at her hotel
and Ying....well honestly not a lot of people would be willing to go looking for Ying, let alone tell her to show up for a match

So Cait was left on her own, but regardless she felt confident, and the match showed this. Apart from Cait getting shoved into a rancid-smelling headlock or two, she overall wasn't doing too bad. In fact, she was close to winning the entire match, tossing Frankie to the outside and posing for the crowd!

That was until Frankie pulled a rather dirty, and more specifically sweaty, trick.

Frankie would be knocked from the ring, her tubby form jiggling on impact, and while she was down she would undo her boots, kicking them off out of view of the heartshocker. The moment that Cait reached down to grab Frankie's leg, while also realizing her opponent's lack of footwear, Frankie would push her bare foot into her face, who would stumble back after getting a brief whiff of her odorous foot. Frankie would get up, Cait coughing as the chubby girl would roll back in, panting even from what little offence she had done. Cait attempted to follow her in before-

SMACK!

Frankie would quickly get up and run to the ropes, and perform a splash to the back of Cait's head the moment she was back in the ring. If any of the cameras were rolling in slow motion, it would have shown the ripples on Frankie's gargantuan gut jiggling like a boulder being thrown into a lake, with the side of Cait's face being sandwiched between the mat and the stomach squashing her. Frankie would lay on top of Cait, who would try to kick and squirm, who even when only half of her face smushed against the stomach, had to endure the beyond disgusting smell, muffled gagging and spluttering barely being heard as she was smothered against the polluted navel. It was unclear if Frankie was doing this to torture Cait, or if she was so tired from having to perform an entire two proper moves that she needed to take a rest, but the result, either way, was Cait choking on her greasy body odour until even Cait started to get winded.

After what felt like forever, Frankie would push herself off, beads of sweat dripping off her stomach and onto the squashed Cait's face. Cait groaned, her vision blurry as she hardly knew where she was. She coughed, smelling something vile, before opening her vision would clear, seeing in front of her Frankie fishnetted feet!

Her eyes were full of a mix of disgust and terror, her nose wrinkled and lips pursed in an attempt to avoid the stench. The slick, sweat-smeared feet had a wall of hot musk radiating from them, the vile stench that filled the air made a skunk's spray smell like expensive perfume by comparison.

Cait barely had time for a short yelp before Frankie's ass hit the back of her head with a damp SMACK, pushing her face first into her feet! The whole mat bounced on impact, Cait once again sandwiched, only this time it was no longer half and half, Cait full smothered under the wobbling mass of Frankie's rump and toes! Any attempts to push her off failed, Frankie, sank her fingers into Cait's squishy butt for added leverage as she sat on her. Worst of all was Frankie's feet, which were assaulting Cait's nostrils with every breath she took, the rancid stench felt like she was trying to drink a milkshake through her nose, and Frankie, now realizing how trapped her opposition was, started to rub it in, both figuratively and literally.

“What’s wrong, Cait? Can't handle a lil foot in yer face?” Frankie mocked, laughing as she saw how Cait heaved and gagged, her body kicking and squirming even as she was trapped. After a few more moments of this cruel humiliation, Cait found herself unable to escape the pair of fuming and stinky soles smothering her.

After tiring herself out with how much squirming she had done, Cait ended up feeling her body give up, almost submitting to the smother, even giving off a light purring as the pungent stench of fish tainted her nostrils, and in her brain-dead, but somehow still conscious state, she started to drunkenly pushes her lips into the feet, kissing them, her penchant for being smothered in feet betraying her love drunk mind.

A mischievous grin crept over Frankie's face, the Deep-Fried Dough-Belly rubbing her backside into Cait's head, groping the foot kisser's backside, goating her on as her lips smooched her feet. "Oh come on miss Heartshocker? You giving up already?" She mocked before then pushed her foot into the girl's face more. "Well if ya are gonna give in to my suck da ser lay of smell (1. Frankie meant to say Cirque du Soleil, but doesn't know how to properly say it, 2. It also doesn't make sense because Frankie doesn't know how to insult people smartly) How about you just lick them then! Go on, Let’s feel that tongue of yours all~~~ over my toes~”!"

In her love-drunk state, Cait would heed and begin licking.

The first lick treated her tastebuds to nothing but the musky, salty taste of foot sweat. Cait almost instantly almost choked on her tongue, but with nowhere to go, she went back to dragging her tongue over those sweltering soles, slurping up from the base of that stinking sole to the toes. Ever so often the trapped girl would have her face shoved into the sole, leaving lipstick marks on Frankies's feet, feeling herself fully submitting to the smothering.

Frankie for her part vilely moaned in delight, leaning further back as rubbed her ass into Cait's head. Along with groping Cait's skintight ass, smacking and digging her digits into her jiggly butt as she humiliated Cait with nothing but her foul feet, squeezing her nose between her toes.

Frankie moaned more as her feet were sensually tickled, and she’d open and squeeze her toes to help stimulate her stench. Soon Cait was so high on foot stench, that she didn’t even feel the lethargic grip of sleep enveloping her, and dragging her away to the land of the dreaming.

The bell rung as Frankie would laugh, mockingly playing with Cait's ass and posing on the knocked-out girl. "Wow, you like, really lost to my stinky feet? That's pretty embarrassing! I mean, you're a heartstopper er whatever? Who knows, maybe I'll take yer spot after I'm done playing with ya. Don't worry though, you'll get to start your new job being my sweat rag!" Frankie mocked, posing atop the defeated Cait, who just simply gave a glassy seduced groan, her tongue stuck in Frankie's sweat fishnets, dripping with drool and sweat~

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A lil birthday gift for the wonderful

Cait also belongs to Clawsome
Frankie belongs to me ^^
Art made by the awesome
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLAW ^W^

Description

Cait had always had a bit of a spotty record when it came to winning matches. Sometimes she would succeed, other times she would end up smooching someone's foot in a love-drunk trance. However, joining the Heartshockers had helped positively boost her win-loss record. Although they were mostly in multi-person matches, Cait was winning regardless! It got to the point where even if the other members weren't present, Cait still was winning, seemingly due to the other's skills rubbing off on her. She even had a winning streak going!

Although it was good for her, the constant success had also led to Cait getting a bit overconfident when it came to matches. This carelessness leading to her to accept an offer to face off against a wrestler named Frankie undergrove.

The girl's record was even WORSE compared to Cait's, the girl had won 1/50 matches on average. The original proposed plan would be a 5-on-5 tag match, basically for the promotion to just have a big match featuring the Heartschokers to get some exposure.

Sadly Cait was the only one who would end up being able to show up.

Kaylie had to do a stream that day
Krystal was training with her girlfriend
Eclaire was running an event at her hotel
and Ying....well honestly not a lot of people would be willing to go looking for Ying, let alone tell her to show up for a match

So Cait was left on her own, but regardless she felt confident, and the match showed this. Apart from Cait getting shoved into a rancid-smelling headlock or two, she overall wasn't doing too bad. In fact, she was close to winning the entire match, tossing Frankie to the outside and posing for the crowd!

That was until Frankie pulled a rather dirty, and more specifically sweaty, trick.

Frankie would be knocked from the ring, her tubby form jiggling on impact, and while she was down she would undo her boots, kicking them off out of view of the heartshocker. The moment that Cait reached down to grab Frankie's leg, while also realizing her opponent's lack of footwear, Frankie would push her bare foot into her face, who would stumble back after getting a brief whiff of her odorous foot. Frankie would get up, Cait coughing as the chubby girl would roll back in, panting even from what little offence she had done. Cait attempted to follow her in before-

SMACK!

Frankie would quickly get up and run to the ropes, and perform a splash to the back of Cait's head the moment she was back in the ring. If any of the cameras were rolling in slow motion, it would have shown the ripples on Frankie's gargantuan gut jiggling like a boulder being thrown into a lake, with the side of Cait's face being sandwiched between the mat and the stomach squashing her. Frankie would lay on top of Cait, who would try to kick and squirm, who even when only half of her face smushed against the stomach, had to endure the beyond disgusting smell, muffled gagging and spluttering barely being heard as she was smothered against the polluted navel. It was unclear if Frankie was doing this to torture Cait, or if she was so tired from having to perform an entire two proper moves that she needed to take a rest, but the result, either way, was Cait choking on her greasy body odour until even Cait started to get winded.

After what felt like forever, Frankie would push herself off, beads of sweat dripping off her stomach and onto the squashed Cait's face. Cait groaned, her vision blurry as she hardly knew where she was. She coughed, smelling something vile, before opening her vision would clear, seeing in front of her Frankie fishnetted feet!

Her eyes were full of a mix of disgust and terror, her nose wrinkled and lips pursed in an attempt to avoid the stench. The slick, sweat-smeared feet had a wall of hot musk radiating from them, the vile stench that filled the air made a skunk's spray smell like expensive perfume by comparison.

Cait barely had time for a short yelp before Frankie's ass hit the back of her head with a damp SMACK, pushing her face first into her feet! The whole mat bounced on impact, Cait once again sandwiched, only this time it was no longer half and half, Cait full smothered under the wobbling mass of Frankie's rump and toes! Any attempts to push her off failed, Frankie, sank her fingers into Cait's squishy butt for added leverage as she sat on her. Worst of all was Frankie's feet, which were assaulting Cait's nostrils with every breath she took, the rancid stench felt like she was trying to drink a milkshake through her nose, and Frankie, now realizing how trapped her opposition was, started to rub it in, both figuratively and literally.

“What’s wrong, Cait? Can't handle a lil foot in yer face?” Frankie mocked, laughing as she saw how Cait heaved and gagged, her body kicking and squirming even as she was trapped. After a few more moments of this cruel humiliation, Cait found herself unable to escape the pair of fuming and stinky soles smothering her.

After tiring herself out with how much squirming she had done, Cait ended up feeling her body give up, almost submitting to the smother, even giving off a light purring as the pungent stench of fish tainted her nostrils, and in her brain-dead, but somehow still conscious state, she started to drunkenly pushes her lips into the feet, kissing them, her penchant for being smothered in feet betraying her love drunk mind.

A mischievous grin crept over Frankie's face, the Deep-Fried Dough-Belly rubbing her backside into Cait's head, groping the foot kisser's backside, goating her on as her lips smooched her feet. "Oh come on miss Heartshocker? You giving up already?" She mocked before then pushed her foot into the girl's face more. "Well if ya are gonna give in to my suck da ser lay of smell (1. Frankie meant to say Cirque du Soleil, but doesn't know how to properly say it, 2. It also doesn't make sense because Frankie doesn't know how to insult people smartly) How about you just lick them then! Go on, Let’s feel that tongue of yours all~~~ over my toes~”!"

In her love-drunk state, Cait would heed and begin licking.

The first lick treated her tastebuds to nothing but the musky, salty taste of foot sweat. Cait almost instantly almost choked on her tongue, but with nowhere to go, she went back to dragging her tongue over those sweltering soles, slurping up from the base of that stinking sole to the toes. Ever so often the trapped girl would have her face shoved into the sole, leaving lipstick marks on Frankies's feet, feeling herself fully submitting to the smothering.

Frankie for her part vilely moaned in delight, leaning further back as rubbed her ass into Cait's head. Along with groping Cait's skintight ass, smacking and digging her digits into her jiggly butt as she humiliated Cait with nothing but her foul feet, squeezing her nose between her toes.

Frankie moaned more as her feet were sensually tickled, and she’d open and squeeze her toes to help stimulate her stench. Soon Cait was so high on foot stench, that she didn’t even feel the lethargic grip of sleep enveloping her, and dragging her away to the land of the dreaming.

The bell rung as Frankie would laugh, mockingly playing with Cait's ass and posing on the knocked-out girl. "Wow, you like, really lost to my stinky feet? That's pretty embarrassing! I mean, you're a heartstopper er whatever? Who knows, maybe I'll take yer spot after I'm done playing with ya. Don't worry though, you'll get to start your new job being my sweat rag!" Frankie mocked, posing atop the defeated Cait, who just simply gave a glassy seduced groan, her tongue stuck in Frankie's sweat fishnets, dripping with drool and sweat~

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A lil birthday gift for the wonderful

Cait also belongs to Clawsome
Frankie belongs to me ^^
Art made by the awesome
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLAW ^W^