Don't Poke the Bear Shrunken First Semester chapter 14 by maximally

Whenever Ursa stepped onto the mat, the match almost always went her way. At 6'8" and 400 pounds, she had few equals in the collegiate wrestling circuit in terms of sheer physical power—and that didn't even factor in her years of experience. The only time she ever had any doubts about her odds was when she faced off against Jordana.

At first, the two giant girls seemed equally matched. As the whistle blew and they slammed into each other, it was like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. For several seconds, it almost looked like they were frozen. Then, all at once, the Brazilian titan got the upper hand—knocking her Siberian amazon rival down hard enough to shake the floorboards and nearly pinning her right then and there.

"There you go," said Jordana, unable to resist gloating. "Just sit back and take it." Leaning down to put her face next to Ursa's ear, she dropped her voice to a breathy whisper. "Your little buddy's mine now." 

Listening in from his perch in the back of the 6'11" senior's leotard, Max shuddered. If the barrage of heat, pressure, sweat and farts he'd endured since Jordana had ass-napped him from Ursa was any indication, he had no interest in going home with her after this—and did his best to express that disapproval with a fresh burst of resistance against the crushing tyranny of her rump.

"Oooh," Jordana chuckled, responding to the three-inch freshman's struggles with a firm clench of her cheeks. "I think he likes that idea, too. Maybe I should blow him a kiss?"

"Save your breath," Ursa grunted, still trying to avoid getting pinned. "You will need it when you have my ass on your face."

Jordana bit her lip. "I'm gonna take that as a yes." 

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As the Brazilian titan let loose a silent-but-deadly fart into her tiny captor's face, Ursa got another stinky reminder of everything she'd failed to protect her friend from. If she wanted to atone for her mistake and save Max from a life of certain misery, she knew it was now or never. Taking a deep breath in and summoning every ounce of energy at her disposal, she met her opponent's gaze with renewed determination.

"The only one who farts on him," she growled, lifting Jordana into the air and throwing her to the floor, "...is me!"

Blindsided by this sudden surge of energy, the Brazilian titan tumbled backward onto the mat with a thunderous thud—and before she had any time to recover, her rival was already leaping up to press her advantage. Burying the cocky wrestler's face between her cheeks like a Sybian, Ursa then proceeded to give the big bully a taste of her own medicine.

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With her whole head caught under the Siberian amazon's ass, Jordana had no choice but to sit there and accept the barrage of protein shake farts that followed. After spending most of her life surrounded by similarly big, gassy women, she had a higher tolerance for this kind of treatment than most—but even she had to acknowledge that Ursa's gas was no joke. It had been a while since she'd been on the receiving end of this kind of move.

"Gah," she gagged, forcing her hulking opponent off of her, "that reeks!"

"Spasiba," said Ursa, smiling. "I made myself."

Now visibly mad, the 6'11" senior lunged for the 6'8" sophomore again—only to realize she'd set herself up to get caught in another humiliating pin. A split-second later, her head was trapped squarely between Ursa's legs—with her face right up against her rival's big, sweaty, swampy crotch.

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"Mmm," Ursa purred, filling her opponent's lungs with more fumes. While she'd never thought of Jordana in anything like sexual terms, it was hard to ignore how nice the Brazilian titan's nose felt against her clit—even after a long night of losing her virginity to Min. "How is this? You like?"

"Y-you wish," Jordana groaned, just barely managing to free herself again before attempting to grapple her rival back into submission.

Unfortunately, this time, she got a much more workable hold—pressing Ursa's face into her considerable cleavage before slamming herself down on top of her. Watching this, the crowd winced. At this rate, the two amazons were going to leave several cracks in the wrestling room's floor.

"That's better," the Brazilian titan whispered, grinning. "Now, tap out... or I'm turning your friend into a post-game snack."

Imagining Jordana acting on this threat, Ursa hesitated just long enough to get pinned to the ground again—nearly long enough to lose the whole match. When she pushed back and glanced at the stands, every Ventus face in the crowd looked deeply uncertain.

"Uh oh," Jordana chuckled. "You running out of gas?"

Scanning the room, Ursa scowled. She wasn't used to being the smaller, weaker competitor on the mat—or being seen in those terms by her fellow students. Still, she knew that any path to victory from here would start with accepting that and refusing to let her rival get any further into her head. All she could afford to think about now was winning—not just for Ventus, but for Max.

"We have met, no?" Meeting Jordana's gaze again, Ursa flashed a grin. "I am never out of gas."

With another unexpected surge of energy, the Siberian amazon slipped free from her opponent's grasp and set herself up for a potentially game-winning move. Then, grabbing Jordana's considerable hips with both hands, she rolled back—slamming both of them into the mat, allowing her to resume her place on top, and reuniting the Brazilian titan's face with her rump just in time for another big, juicy fart. 

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While this was happening, Max felt like he was trapped in a washing machine—which was, in turn, trapped in a broken septic system. Buffeted in every direction whenever the two wrestlers traded places, surrounded by competing bouquets of stink, he had little idea of which way was up or down anymore—although the fact that the smell of Ursa's farts was increasingly crowding out the smell of his captor's ass seemed like a good sign. It said a lot about the events of the last two days that he'd come to associate this particular odor with a feeling of safety and hope.

Registering Jordana's struggles finally ceasing beneath her, Ursa looked over at the clock on the ref's table just in time to see that she'd won. As the crowd got on the same page, the whole wrestling room erupted in applause.

"Ventus, two," barked the referee. "LMU, one!"

"That is more like it," said Ursa, stepping off her still-panting opponent, rolling her over and sticking a hand down the back of Jordana's leotard. "I will be taking this now."

To everyone watching, it looked like the Siberian amazon was playing some kind of strange, kinky prank. In truth, she was just rescuing her shrunken friend from the Brazilian titan's ass — and subtly slipping him back down into her cleavage — without giving anything away to the rest of the room. Back in the comforting embrace of his giant guardian's boobs, Max breathed a resounding sigh of relief. While he didn't seem any closer to returning to normal, he'd undoubtedly just avoided another far worse fate than a few more days with Ursa.

"Out-fucking-standing, Ruski," said Paula, hurrying over and clapping her star wrestler on the back. "That's what I'm talking about!"

"Great shit, dude," said Min, grinning from ear to ear. "Really great shit."

Still sitting on the bench, seemingly unsure whether she had the familiarity to offer any serious congratulations at a moment like this, Daisy gave Ursa a slightly nervous thumbs up before glancing down at the mat. Following the chubby ogress's gaze, the Siberian amazon turned to see her opponent stumbling to her feet with the help of her teammates. 

"Good game," said Ursa, extending her hand toward Jordana.

"Yeah, yeah," said Jordana, accepting her rival's offer to shake. "It's not like I even wanted that guy anyway."

"Guy?" Paula raised an eyebrow. "Hard to imagine you two fighting over a boy."

"Is inside joke," said Ursa, shooting a wink at Jordana. "Long story."

"Yeah," said Jordana, nodding gamely. "What she said."

*

Following a medal ceremony, a few commemorative photos and a quick team debrief in the locker rooms, the six amazons were dismissed. From there, after a few goodbyes, Jordana, Ariadne and Brenda headed off to grab dinner and gear up for the bus ride back to Storm Valley, Daisy headed back to the Loser House, and Ursa and Min returned to House Diana. By now, almost 5:00 PM on a Sunday, the whole of Ventus was already gearing up for one more night of partying before the school week started again—Ursa's neighbor included.

"So," said Min, playfully hip-checking Ursa as they strolled down the hallway toward their rooms. "You wanna come over and celebrate?"

"Da," said Ursa, adjusting her bra. "But first, I need moment alone with Max."

"Suit yourself." Min smiled. "...Maybe I'll come check on you in a bit?"

"Maybe you do," said Ursa, smiling back. "This sounds good."

"Cool," said Min, planting a quick kiss on her neighbor's cheek. "See ya."

A second later, behind her door and two locks, the Siberian amazon and her shrunken friend were alone—and when she peeled him out of her cleavage, they shared a laugh at the sheer surreality of the day's events.

"Hey," said Ursa, blushing a little. "I am sorry, for today."

"What for?" Max shrugged. "I'm pretty sure you just saved my life."

"Only because I was not careful with you in first place." Ursa scowled. "This will never happen again. I..." Again, she blushed. "I care for you. I want keep protecting you."

"I care for you, too," said Max, feeling his own face getting similarly hot. "I'd love that. I-"

Before Max could say more, he found himself immersed in a more disorienting experience than anything he'd gone through in the past two days combined—pressed against the Siberian amazon's big, full lips for an absolutely massive kiss. As a certified kissless virgin up until this moment — not counting the several hours he'd spent being a third wheel to Ursa and Min's hookup last night — it was a little hard to determine the exact style of this kiss. Was it lusty? Affectionate? At this point, all he really knew was it was big—and as she drew him away, he couldn't keep a single word from escaping his mouth. "Again..."

Ursa grinned. "You are funny, Max. I like you, very much."

Now beet red, Max grinned back. "I like you very much, too." 

As Ursa opened her mouth to say something else, there was a knock on her door.