Post by ArianeJones on Apr 21, 2023 1:29:06 GMT
A camera flickers on, initially showing just black before a smiling face appears in front of the camera.
Ariane Jones
The smiling redhead was looking radiant, in what most likely was her temporary apartment near FAWN’s arena. Her smile was joyful, yet there was a serious glint in her eyes.
“So, I guess I wasn’t able to even have 24 hours away from ya, huh, Danica. Are y’all really that obsessed with me that me silencing ya with a whoopin’ can’t keep you quiet? I appreciate that y’all accepted yer loss, but that match request of yours? Seriously?”
Ariane huffed, looking down, then past the handheld camera towards a voice that couldn’t quite be understood, but definitely a male’s voice that was speaking.
“Honey, no, I can’t just accept this, smother match,” Ariane stated towards the person behind the camera. “I mean, come on! I ain’t that kind of gal to just put my girls on display.”
The voice became slightly less muffled as the speaker drew closer to the phone’s microphone.
“Ari, you kind of already smothered her out tonight, so, it isn’t like you couldn’t do it again.”
“I just did that to keep her from screaming in my dag-gum ear. She sounds like a banshee on a sugar rush,” Ariane said with a huff.
You could almost hear and see the shrug from behind the camera. “It’s your choice, but she has challenged you, and for whatever reason, I don’t think she’ll let you leave this rivalry by beating her once.”
The redhead’s shoulders deflated.
“Your right…” The Country Cowgirl turned back to the camera, which zoomed out slightly to show off more than just her face, revealing a low cut tank top with the words, “Grill, Baby Grill” over the rather large chest being shown. Without her normal sports bra, her girls were able to expand to their full, and rather impressive, size.
“Danica…Daddy, whatever you like to call yourself. You think showing off your girls to millions is going to impress or scare me? I’ve faced down gals with larger racks than you, and even bigger egos. So if you want this Smother match? Fine. You’ve got your Smother Match. And just so ya know…”
Ariane leaned towards the camera, and most likely unintentionally done by FAWN’s most wholesome Sheriff, showed off a deep cleft of cleavage. “I plan on making my record against ya two and ‘o’ as I plan on smothering ya to sleep.
“You mean like when we went on that ice skating date and you slipped and fell on top of me, and I nearly was knocked out by your knockers?”
“CIMAR!!!” Ariane’s face turned bright crimson, the Red-haired Warrioress Standing stock straight and covering her face for a second. “I didn’t mean to do that!” I hope you turned that off before you said that.”
“It is,” came the reply. “Besides, Babe, I know you don’t have to worry about whatever Danica is planning. You’ve got like, what, Triple D’s? I think you grabbed that size when we were out shopping.”
“Double!” Ariane shouted.
“Sorry!” The male voice went silent for a moment, both people not realizing the video was still recording. “Still, you don’t have to worry, darling. You’ve got this.”
Ariane smile returned, though her blush stayed. “Thanks Cim. I just, never did one of these matches before…”
The male voice returned. “We can always ask around, see what others at FAWN might have as advice. I’d help, but…” Cimar chuckled. “I don’t think I’d be a good opponent in this case.”
Ariane broke down into a fit of giggles. “That y’all wouldn’t be.”
The redhead looked at the camera, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Hold up…” Her eyes widened in shock. “Dang it! The camera is still on!” Ariane lunged at the camera, the screen going black as raucous laughter could be heard in the background. Finally, an incredibly flushed Ariane is looking into the camera. “Danica,” she growled, her face beet red and voice laced with both embarrassment and annoyance. “I accept, and be prepared for a smothering of a lifetime!”
A voice piped up from underneath the camera. “Cause Ariane Jones said so!”
“Cimar!!!”
Ariane Jones
The smiling redhead was looking radiant, in what most likely was her temporary apartment near FAWN’s arena. Her smile was joyful, yet there was a serious glint in her eyes.
“So, I guess I wasn’t able to even have 24 hours away from ya, huh, Danica. Are y’all really that obsessed with me that me silencing ya with a whoopin’ can’t keep you quiet? I appreciate that y’all accepted yer loss, but that match request of yours? Seriously?”
Ariane huffed, looking down, then past the handheld camera towards a voice that couldn’t quite be understood, but definitely a male’s voice that was speaking.
“Honey, no, I can’t just accept this, smother match,” Ariane stated towards the person behind the camera. “I mean, come on! I ain’t that kind of gal to just put my girls on display.”
The voice became slightly less muffled as the speaker drew closer to the phone’s microphone.
“Ari, you kind of already smothered her out tonight, so, it isn’t like you couldn’t do it again.”
“I just did that to keep her from screaming in my dag-gum ear. She sounds like a banshee on a sugar rush,” Ariane said with a huff.
You could almost hear and see the shrug from behind the camera. “It’s your choice, but she has challenged you, and for whatever reason, I don’t think she’ll let you leave this rivalry by beating her once.”
The redhead’s shoulders deflated.
“Your right…” The Country Cowgirl turned back to the camera, which zoomed out slightly to show off more than just her face, revealing a low cut tank top with the words, “Grill, Baby Grill” over the rather large chest being shown. Without her normal sports bra, her girls were able to expand to their full, and rather impressive, size.
“Danica…Daddy, whatever you like to call yourself. You think showing off your girls to millions is going to impress or scare me? I’ve faced down gals with larger racks than you, and even bigger egos. So if you want this Smother match? Fine. You’ve got your Smother Match. And just so ya know…”
Ariane leaned towards the camera, and most likely unintentionally done by FAWN’s most wholesome Sheriff, showed off a deep cleft of cleavage. “I plan on making my record against ya two and ‘o’ as I plan on smothering ya to sleep.
“You mean like when we went on that ice skating date and you slipped and fell on top of me, and I nearly was knocked out by your knockers?”
“CIMAR!!!” Ariane’s face turned bright crimson, the Red-haired Warrioress Standing stock straight and covering her face for a second. “I didn’t mean to do that!” I hope you turned that off before you said that.”
“It is,” came the reply. “Besides, Babe, I know you don’t have to worry about whatever Danica is planning. You’ve got like, what, Triple D’s? I think you grabbed that size when we were out shopping.”
“Double!” Ariane shouted.
“Sorry!” The male voice went silent for a moment, both people not realizing the video was still recording. “Still, you don’t have to worry, darling. You’ve got this.”
Ariane smile returned, though her blush stayed. “Thanks Cim. I just, never did one of these matches before…”
The male voice returned. “We can always ask around, see what others at FAWN might have as advice. I’d help, but…” Cimar chuckled. “I don’t think I’d be a good opponent in this case.”
Ariane broke down into a fit of giggles. “That y’all wouldn’t be.”
The redhead looked at the camera, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Hold up…” Her eyes widened in shock. “Dang it! The camera is still on!” Ariane lunged at the camera, the screen going black as raucous laughter could be heard in the background. Finally, an incredibly flushed Ariane is looking into the camera. “Danica,” she growled, her face beet red and voice laced with both embarrassment and annoyance. “I accept, and be prepared for a smothering of a lifetime!”
A voice piped up from underneath the camera. “Cause Ariane Jones said so!”
“Cimar!!!”