Katy Perry v. Mila Kunis
By CanadianLou
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Katy Perry’s decision to enter the ring wasn’t much of a surprise to promoters. The pop star has worked hard over the past few years to cultivate an image of outrageousness and sex appeal that has fallen somewhere between cartoonishly over-the-top and downright desperate. With her recent marriage to movie star/recovering heroin addict Russell Brand, Perry was once again at the forefront of the pop culture landscape. Basking in that spotlight, the “I Kissed a Girl” singer has parlayed her notoriety into a chance to join the ranks of celebrity combatants.

Her first opponent is Mila Kunis, a tough jobber who has the attitude to be a dominant force, but lacks the physical size and strength to back it up. After her last outing in the Survival of the Weakest Tournament, Mila hoped that being able to end Perry’s career before it stats will be the stepping stone she needs to move up to legitimate competitor.

The arena has been abuzz all night for what is essentially an undercard match. Most fans are excited to see how Katy handles herself in the ring, while some are just excited at the proposition of watching Mila Kunis get her ass kicked again.

Mila enters first to minimal fanfare. The 5’3 brunette with the wide eyes and sneering smile is dressed in a green two-piece bikini, with the emerald color contrasting nicely with her naturally olive skin. She’s in tremendous shape, having recently completed production on Darren Aronofsky’s “Black Swan”, which required her to be in ballet-ready condition. She gave a few cursory waves to the fans as she climbed between the ropes, hoping to win over the Perry-heavy audience.

The lights then went dark, with a single spotlight focused on the entrance ramp. Dry ice filled the stage as a familiar Perry tune played over the PA system. Then, after what felt like an eternity, a pyrotechnics explosion jolted the rapidly agitated crowd. Katy came out in a white toga, attempting to draw comparisons to the ancient Roman Gladiators but instead looking like a drunk girl at a fraternity party. She was holding a giant fake shield and sword, menacingly shaking it at the audience while flashing a bright smile. It was clear that she thought that this was all a joke and that she would be loved for hamming it up.

Her attempt had clearly failed, as the fans began to heavily boo the pop starlet. Ever the show-woman, she continued her shtick up the ramp, deciding that she wasn’t going to abandon her routine for anyone. She climbed up the steps to the ring, and once on the apron tossed her plastic weaponry into the audience. Sure, they might boo her, but damned if they didn’t fight over taking home a souvenir.

Katie stepped through the middle rope, pausing to shake her heavily-sheeted backside at the fans. Mila was fed up with the antics and attempted to attack Katy, but the referee wisely held her back. “You’ll get your shot,” he scolded as he muscled her into the corner.

Perry stood in the center of the ring and with an air of formality, removed her ivory headpiece. She then ripped off her toga to reveal a leopard thong bikini, which quickly won over the fickle crowd. Her million-dollar smile returned as she blew kisses at the audience, content with the fact that she could play them for fools.

The referee informed both women of the rules and told them to stay in their respective corners until the bell rang. Mila pulled on the top rope to stretch her back as Katy took her time adjusting her top more times than necessary.

With the sound of the bell, the match was underway. Mila and Katy both approached the center of the ring, and it was at that moment that everyone realized just how much of an advantage Katy had. Perry stood between 5-8 and 5-9, while Mila was a decidedly smaller 5-3. Undaunted, the plucky brunette fired off an elbow into Perry’s face, letting her know right off the bat that this was no joke.

Katy staggered backwards from the blow, unprepared for the sudden impact. Mila followed up with two more shots, which, despite being blocked, still did some damage. Perry backpedaled into the corner, remembering from her training that an opponent can’t attack her when she’s in the ropes. The ref came in and pulled Kunis off of Perry, and Mila happily stepped back.

Mila Kunis was all smiles as she held her hands up in the air in victory, thrilled that she had managed to make her larger opponent back down. Feeling confident, Mila signaled for Perry to come meet her in the center of the ring. Katy approached cautiously towards the smaller girl, unsure of what might happen next.

“Collar-and-elbow tie-up,” Mila said. Katy obliged and the two girls tied up in the middle of the mat. Kunis wanted to see how strong Perry was, and was surprised at how easily she was able to force Katy into the corner. Once she had Perry pressed into the turnbuckle, Mila raised her knee into the girl’s unprotected stomach. Katy let out a loud “oomph” as the wind was forced out of her lungs. Kunis delivered two more knee lifts before allowing Perry to collapse to the floor.

“This is going to be easier than I thought,” Mila said as she delivered a kick to the downed woman’s side. Not wanting to take any chances, Mila rolled Katy onto her back and quickly pinned her shoulders down with her knees. “I thought you were going to put up a fight,” Mila taunted as she smacked the trapped girl in the face.

“That’s good, hit me again,” Katy said.

“What?” Mila responded, confused.

“Smack me again. Come on, do it.” Dumbfounded, Kunis fired off another unprotected shot to Perry’s cheek. “That was perfect. Really play it up like you’re in control.”

Mila was unaware of what was going on, but she was more than happy to continue to reign down blows onto Katy. She grabbed hold of Perry’s thick black hair and began slamming her head into the canvas. Katy let out loud shrieks as her skull was bounced against the mat. “That’s perfect!” she shouted. “Alright, is it time for my comeback yet?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Mila asked.

“Isn’t that how it works?” the trapped girl asked. “You hit me for a while and then I hit you and then we finish the show. Right?” The look of complete naivety in her eyes made Mila believe that no one had bothered to tell Katy that this wasn’t a show.

“Uh…yeah…that’s what happens,” Mila replied, figuring it would be easier to beat an opponent that wasn’t fighting back.

“Okay good, just go easy on me. Those slaps kinda hurt.”

Kunis couldn’t believe her good luck. She climbed off of Katy and pulled her to her feet. “Okay, I’m going to whip you into the corner,” Mila said.

“Sounds good,” Katy replied as Kunis flung her towards the turnbuckle. The force of the pull bounced Katy off of the thinly-padded corner, leaving her with just enough energy to hold herself upright.

“Now stay there,” Mila yelled as she charged Perry. “This is too easy,” she thought as she ran full-speed towards Katy. Just before collision, Katy moved out of the way. Kunis slammed chest-first into the buckle before collapsing into a heap on the mat. Mila clutched her aching breasts as she coughed and wheezed, trying to get air back into her lungs.

Perry, meanwhile, was parading around the ring. She was more than content to wave at the fans at let them take pictures as her opponent lie prone on the mat. Finally, after making a complete circle around the canvas, Perry approached Mila. “You didn’t think I was that dumb, did you? Then again, I didn’t think you were that dumb either, but I guess I was wrong.”

Katy pulled Mila to her feet before scooping her up onto her shoulder, setting her up for a powerslam. Perry paraded Kunis around the ring, letting everyone see how prone her smaller foe was. Then, with a running start, she slammed Mila’s body into the canvas. The petite Kunis bounced off of the mat on impact, with any motion coming from her body simply a byproduct of the collision with the canvas.

Proud of her ruse, Perry grabbed a handful of Mila’s tresses and pulled her again to her feet. Katy whipped Mila into the ropes and then connected with a thunderous clothesline. It was clear that the taller singer had been taking lessons before entering the ring. She once again grabbed the limp frame of Mila Kunis and flung her into the corner. Katy then charged with a full head-of-steam, hitting a devastating splash. Mila’s head slammed hard against the top turnbuckle, and it was clear that there was no fight left in her.

Katy dragged Mila’s body to the center of the ring by her ankles, demonstrating how in control she was. A devilish grin crossed her bright red lips as she cracked her knuckles. It was clear that Katy Perry had shown that she was a powerhouse in the ring, but now it was time for her to show that she was someone to be feared.

Perry put her foot on Mila’s barely-conscious face, showing that the match was clearly over. Katy then sat on Kunis’s taught stomach, ensuring that her knees pinned down Mila’s wrists. “So because you were so stupid, you now have to pay a penalty. I think I’m going to just take your dignity and call it a day.”

Mila knew the drill. She’d been worked over by several larger opponents, so she had expectations of what lie ahead.

Katy flicked away strands of hair covering Mila’s eyes, ensuring that she would have an unobstructed view of her impending destruction. Perry then put her palms on top of Kunis’s chest, gently making concentric circles with her hands on Mila’s top. She then clamped down, squeezing Kunis’s modest chest with a fierce grip. This brought about a wail from the trapped brunette, who involuntarily responded to the unwanted attention her breasts were getting.

“They’re not much, but they feel good to me,” Katy teased. She pulled down the cups on Mila’s top, exposing the golden flesh to the crowd. The audience hooted and hollered at the sight of Kunis’s bare breasts. “Oh relax,” Katy yelled, “it’s not like you haven’t seen them before.” Using her thumb and forefinger, Perry began twisting Mila’s nipples much the way someone would tune a radio. Then, once the nips had grown stiff from the stimulation, Katy began to pull them upward, seeing how far they could extend. Once again, Mila’s displeasure over the mauling was made known.

“Ahh! Let go of my…aaghhh…” Kunis couldn’t even finish her empty threat as the pain from the attack had overcome her. Katy abandoned her tit torture for a moment, allowing the color of Mila’s exposed breasts to go back to normal.

In a fluid motion, Katy spun her body around, now facing Mila’s legs. The helpless Kunis shook her head violently, hoping that Katy wasn’t going to invade her panties. “Please stop,” she pleaded, staring directly at Katy’s thong-clad ass mere inches away from her face.

Katy turned her head back with an innocent look, placing one finger on her bottom lip. “Um, what should I stop?” she asked in her most naïve voice. With her other hand, she gave Mila’s stomach a playful smack. Perry then slowly allowed her fingers to crawl down Kunis’s belly, allowing each agonizing tap to send shivers down Kunis’s spine. Who knew Katy was capable of such devious mind games?

Katy’s wandering fingers stopped at Mila’s crotch. Kunis was wiggling her body, hoping to unseat Perry. The feel of the pressure of Katy’s hand on her bottoms terrified her, and her only option was to try and unseat her aggressor.

Perry barely budged, an added benefit to her height advantage. She reached back and squeezed Mila’s cheek. “Aww, that was so cute! You’re like a little scrapper, ain’t ya?” Katy then gave a light tap to Mila’s face before pulling back and unleashing a vicious slap. The force of the blow stunned Kunis, as tears formed in her lake-like eyes. “Stop squirming or I will end you, got it?” Katy’s expression changed from delight to anger, as her face scrunched together in a sign of genuine displeasure.

“Now, where was I? Oh yeah, your pussy,” she cheerfully squeaked as she returned her attention to the green bottoms. “I bet I can make you feel really good,” Katy said, dragging out the o’s in good like an elementary teacher would to a young class. Perry then ran both hands across Mila’s crotch, allowing the gentle friction of her movements to do their work. “Yeah, that feels really nice. I do it to myself all the time…just…like this…mmm…” Katy continued to lightly rub Mila’s groin, as Kunis lay helpless.

Mila’s frustration was increasingly rapidly. She couldn’t believe how quickly she’d been taken down and despite all of the hatred she felt for Katy Perry, she couldn’t help but succumb to the singer’s delicate manipulation of her sex. Kunis was becoming increasingly wet as goosebumps rose up all over her petite frame.

Feeling Mila’s constricted frame tense up, Katy was confident that her tactics were effective. “Look at you, you’re loving this. You love me, don’t you? You can admit it, it’s okay.” Katy slid her hands down to Mila’s thighs, gently massaging them. She then moved her hands back up until she hooked her thumbs under Kunis’s waistline. “Mind if I get a peek?” she asked with fluttering eyelashes.

The enraged Kunis was sick of the taunting being heaped upon her by the larger Perry. Seeing an opportunity, Mila swung her legs upward, managing to lock them around a stunned Katy’s neck. Then, in a move of surprising athleticism, the shorter brunette’s leg scissor grip pulled Perry off of her torso. This nimble technique managed to free her from Katy, as well as put the leopard-bikini’d woman on her back.

Mila sprung to her feet, looking to take control of the match. As the dazed Perry shook the cobwebs from her mind, Kunis fired off two kicks to the small of her back. When Katy winced in pain, Mila snaked her legs around Katy’s waist before locking in a sleeper hold. Kunis didn’t have a game plan, and after the abuse she just took, she knew that her best strategy was just to keep Perry on the mat.

Katy was now in a world of trouble. Her petite opponent seemed poised for humiliation, but somehow now had her in a real predicament. The sleeper hold was beginning to cut off oxygen to her brain, while the leg-scissor around her waist was constricting air flow to the rest of her body. To make matters worse, she was unaware that she wasn’t terribly far from the ropes, which would be her salvation.

Kunis strengthened her grip further, shaking Katy’s head as she tried to synch in her sleeper. “Think you can beat me?” she yelled into her trapped foe’s ear. Enjoying her newfound position of dominance, Mila leaned forward, pressing her bare breasts into Katy’s back. She used her nipples as tiny daggers, poking them into Perry as reminders of what lay in store for her.

Perry’s arms flailed around as she tried desperately to break free. She could feel the toll being taking on her due to lack of air, and if she passed out she could only imagine what Mila was going to do to her. Finally, just as it seemed that she was fading into darkness, her arm managed to grab onto the bottom rope.

Mila, however, refused to break the hold. She began violently shaking Katy’s head, looking to squeeze every inch of torment out of the move. Finally, for fear of being disqualified, she broke the hold. Katy sucked in precious amounts of oxygen as she rubbed her sore neck.

Seeing another opening, Mila grabbed the taller girl by her tresses and pulled her to her feet. Once vertical, Kunis delivered a kick to Katy’s unprotected crotch. The low blow stunned Perry, who involuntarily began to tumble forward. Mila, showing incredible reflexes that she developed during ballerina training, grabbed the falling Katy’s head and dropped her with a DDT, driving the raven-haired woman’s face into the mat.

Katy landed with a very loud thud, lying on the mat with her limbs sprawled out across the campus. Next to Mila, her frame seemed downright gigantic. Kunis examined her handiwork for a moment before looking down and realizing that she was topless. Believing one good turn deserved another, Mila rolled the dazed girl onto her back, looking to inflict some damage of her own.

A broad smile crossed Kunis’s full lips as she stared down at Katy’s massive bounty. Perry’s breasts had been poured into her leopard-print bikini top, leaving an overflowing amount of cleavage for the fans to fawn over. While many in the audience liked Katy and her antics, they were more than willing to cheer Mila on as she began to strip the teen idol.

“Let’s see how funny you think it is when someone pulls your tits out, whore,” Mila taunted as she began to pull on Katy’s top. Perry was in no position to put up any resistance, so all she could do in her semi-conscious state was lay there as Kunis undressed her. With a powerful yank, Mila was able to separate Katy from her bikini top, leaving image her alabaster breasts exposed to the throngs of eager fans. Even Mila was taken aback by the appearance, as Katy had made a career on teasing the audience with her chest without every showing them. But, thanks to Kunis’s antics, they were in full display.

Not wanting to waste any time, Mila dropped her knees into Perry’s stomach, once again forcing the air out of her lungs. She then hungrily grabbed two handfuls of Katy’s breasts, crushing the naked skin. Her small hands could barely contain the mammaries, and every squeeze would force more flesh to pop out from between her fingers.

Kunis’s breast attack seemed to be working, as Katy let out a banshee-like wail. Mila released Perry’s boobs for a moment to contemplate her next move. “Oh yeah,” she said, remembering the torment Katy inflicted, “you went right after my poor nipples. Let’s see how your floppy tits like it!” Kunis pinched down on Katy’s pink nipples, flashing a look of sadistic glee as she sees the pained look on Perry’s face. Mila’s dislike of Katy Perry and her theatrics was only amplified by Perry’s earlier torture, where Katy attempted to humiliate Kunis with her sexual tactics. Now, as she twisted and tugged on Katy’s nipples, she drank in the shrieks and tears.

Katy was in trouble again. Her breasts were being mangled by Mila, with no end in sight. The waves of pain weakened her grip, so she wasn’t able to pull Mila’s wrists away from her tenderized tits. Perry hoped to try the same move that Mila had used on her, showing that she was able to adapt and strategize. Katy flung her legs upward, and, thanks to her years of dance training, used her flexibility to catch Kunis under her arms and fling her off from her seated position.

The move stunned Mila, who lost her dominant spot atop Katy. What’s worse is that since she didn’t see the move coming, she was unable to protect her head. The impact jerked her neck forward, creating a slingshot effect. Her skull bounced twice off the mat, nearly knocking her unconscious.

Perry massaged her aching breasts, which were now marked with faint red welts from Mila’s assault. Katy knew that she needed to subdue the wildcat to prevent a debut loss, so it was time to put Kunis away for good.

Mila saw the long shadow of Katy Perry cast over her, so she knew she needed to do something. Unfortunately, her head was swimming and she couldn’t seem to focus, seeing everything in double-vision. As soon as she saw Katy, she swung her leg, aiming for another low blow. Sadly, she was swinging at the double, and missed wildly.

Katy caught Mila’s foot during the errant kick. She then bent down and grabbed Kunis’s other ankle, suspending them both in midair, leaving Mila helpless. Kunis was now painfully aware of her situation, as she once again found herself at the mercy of Katy Perry.

“What were you trying to do?” she asked, again returning to the playful tone from the beginning of the match, making it appear as if this was her plan all along. “I mean, you saw me coming and you raised your foot. Let me guess. You were trying to kick me in my pussy again, weren’t you?” Katy shook her head and emitted a “tsk” noise. “That wasn’t very nice, especially after I was so friendly to yours. I think you need to learn a lesson about sharing.”

“No, please…I’m sorry…” Mila begged as she waived her hands, hoping to stop the inevitable.

“Too late,” Perry sneered as she stomped down onto Kunis’s unprotected womanhood. Mila’s mouth flew open but no words came out; just a low groan could be faintly heard. Her body tried to roll onto its side so that she could curl up in a ball, but Katy held onto her ankles. “You’re not getting off that easy…at least not yet.” Katy stomped down again, delivering a second blow to Mila’s pussy. “I think one more for good luck.” She looked at the cheering crowd for approval. “You wanna see me do it one more time?” she asked with a look of pure delight. Then, she pulled back her leg and delivered a vicious punt between Kunis’s legs.

This was too much for Mila, who began to blubber uncontrollably. The three shots to her most sensitive region had pushed her past the limit of being tough, and she was now reduced to a bawling girl. She was officially at Katy Perry’s mercy, as any semblance of fight left in her was now gone.

Katy climbed on top of Mila, pinning her down in a grapevine pin. Perry’s arms held down Mila’s arms, while her legs pinned down Mila’s legs. The smaller Kunis was now completely immobilized as she was being slowly crushed by the heavier Perry.

Every part of Mila’s body was now covered by Katy. She couldn’t escape the hold even if she wanted to, but after three unprotected crotch shots, she didn’t have much fight left anyway. For the second time in the match, she had accepted defeat and helplessly welcomed her fate.

Katy and Mila were now face to face, their noses mere inches from one another. Perry’s larger chest had easily engulfed Mila’s, flattening Kunis’s modest breasts into her ribcage. Relishing the moment, Katy gazed into Mila’s doe-like eyes and saw the look of complete surrender mixed with utter hatred. “Looks like I beat you fair and square like I was supposed to,” Katy taunted as she whispered into Mila’s ear. “So I guess this means I’m allowed to have a little fun with my jobber, huh?”

The phrase terrified Kunis, who was utterly defenseless and at the pop star’s mercy. Katy stared at Mila for a moment, drinking in her breathtaking features before leaning forward towards her plush, full lips. She gently pressed her ruby lips against Kunis’s, giving her a very gentle and sensual kiss.

“If these clueless morons could hear me, this is where I’d pander and mention my song. But since only you can hear me, loser, all I want you to think about is how in about three seconds I’m going to smother you out and end your pathetic career.” The very serious tone in her voice was unnerving, as her cutesy demeanor seemed to vanish. Underneath that cotton candy and bubblegum act was a heartless competitor, and Mila was about to become her first victim.

Katy slid forward while still maintaining her pin, allowing her breasts to dangle mere inches from Mila’s face. She slowly swayed back and forth, allowing her nipples to brush across Kunis’s nose, taunting her. Then, like a hunter cornering its prey, Perry lowered her body, pressing her tits into Mila’s face.

Her breast smother technique was perfect. The size of her breasts easily engulfed the smaller girl’s head, and once Katy’s weight was fully down, it created an air-tight seal. Mila was helpless as her face was now firmly wedged between the two mountains, with no escape in sight.

Katy felt Mila’s body begin to tremble as she tried to break free. Small, faint squeaks were being emitted from Kunis as her eyes were wide as saucers. Slowly, her moves were growing faint, as she was succumbing to the breast smother.

Not content to let Mila off that easily, Katy lifted her chest, allowing air back into Kunis’s lungs. “Now that I’ve shown you what I can do, maybe it’s time you start thanking me for not smothering you out.”

The dazed Kunis just kept nodding in agreement, unaware of what she was actually complying with. All she knew was that she didn’t want anything to do with Katy Perry’s breasts again.

“I want you to take those cute lips and I want you to kiss my tits,” she said with a coy smirk. “I want you and your tiny little boobies to know what a real woman’s breasts should feel like. I want to make you the envy of everyone in this arena who would do anything to press themselves up against them.”

Mila, physically and mentally defeated, abandoned all sense of pride, leaned forward and began to kiss Katy’s breasts. Perry loved the sensation of Kunis’s lips pressed against her bounty and she began slowly pressing her crotch against Mila’s. Kunis noticed the contact, disgusted at the thought of Katy getting off at her expense.

“Mmm…that feels so nice. You know what I’ve been dying to try? That thing where a girl sits on another girl’s face. I heard you get, like, the best orgasms from them. Wanna try?” Katy mockingly asked. Before Mila could even respond in protest, Katy was perched on her chest, sitting right in front of her chin.

Mila was staring right into Katy’s leopard thong. She could see the faint outline of Katy’s vagina, knowing full well that it was going to wind up on her features in mere moments. Kunis couldn’t help but smell the excited winner, with the thought of tasting her pussy on her lips making her sick.

Katy, never one to miss an opportunity at showmanship, dusted off Mila’s face like one would a dirty chair. She then slid forward, slowly positioning herself over Mila until she was hovering over her nose and mouth. Then, with a smile and a wink, she lowered herself onto Kunis in a perfect facesit.

Perry’s pussy smashed against Mila’s helpless and terrified face, as Kunis was now fully aware of the situation she was in. Katy’s body shivered as her sensitive region collided with Mila, with bolts of electricity shooting up and down her spine. Perry wasted little time getting comfortable as she quickly abandoned her naivety and slipped comfortably into her role as a raunchy pop diva.

Katy grabbed onto Mila’s hair and began riding her like a bronco, complete with pantomimed lasso twirling. The facesit had now given way to violent face fucking, as Perry’s mind became focused on one goal, getting off. The smother aspect had completely escaped Katy, but it was nonetheless effective. The jerking motion she was doing, combined with her lack of skill, had inadvertently formed a seal over Mila’s nose and mouth. Kunis was now blissfully unaware that her nose was being used as an impromptu vibrator.

Perry put her hands on her hips as her knees slowly ground into the mat, creating even more friction for her pussy. The thin, colorful thong was now almost translucent as her juices saturated the flimsy material. Katy felt the orgasm building in her. She thought about the way that she had sexually dominated Mila Kunis, and how the fact that her happiness was coming at someone else’s expense made the experience even more enjoyable. Finally, because she couldn’t hold it anymore, Katy erupted all over Mila’s face. She let out a well-deserved “ooohhhh…” as she reached her wild climax.

Exhausted, Katy rolled off of the slick features of Mila as she caught her breath. Perry then leapt to her feet to accept the adulation from the crowd, blowing kisses to the fans she had such contempt for. But not as much contempt as she had for the unconscious Kunis. Katy bent down and peeled off Mila’s panties, leaving the tanned girl completely nude. Perry delivered a few playful spanks to Kunis while yelling “She’s got a tight little ass! Too bad I just kicked it.” Katy bent down and, once cameras were in position, took a posed photo of her biting down on Mila’s butt. She then posed with her foot resting on Mila’s pussy as she flexed her arms. Katy Perry had let the world know that she was here and she’s ready to take on all challenges.