The "latest twist" in the "wrestling game" -- whether kinky or not -- is mud wrestling. And so they set up a mud wrestling match / class war skirmish with Jason Blossom and Archie Andrews on one hand and Betty Cooper and Cheryl Blossom on the other. Curious. Betty did have experience mud wrestling, under the wings of a sleazy carnival owner and under amnesia. Veronica is too high class for this white trash exercise, but did threaten to do so -- and made up a poster for the event -- to shame her dad to cease holding these events. Those were in the recent past, though. In the very immediate future, Archie Comics -- huge cutting edge cultural influencer I know -- would declare mud wrestling out, here. An element of desperation when the company is commonly gauged as being stuck in a halcyon 1950s Milieu to champion the Stray Cats and that "50s look". Anyway, due to reprints, mud wrestling remains a permanent " latest twist", though no longer kinky.
(Warning: Non-sexual kinkiness (with one or two moments of sexual implication) under the cut!)
In a nice sunny restaurant on a nice sunny day, at a patio table with a wide unfolded parasol over it, sat a girl with gray skin, yellow eyes and black hair. She had two horns on her head, one short and nubby, the other long and curving. She wore a green vest over a black T-shirt, a tan skirt, gold sandals, and an aura of nervous energy.
Her name was Swatii Kaksik, and currently, she was toying with her strawberry lemonade, swinging her legs, and running in mental circles. Aaaaa date. Aaaaa kink date. Aaaaa kink date with incredibly impressive alien girl who she definitely wasn't good enough for--
Nope nope nope! Swatii took a deep breath and let the thoughts of inadequacy dissolve into the background noise, the sizzling of cicadas and the bustle of people. She was done with that. She was on Earth, and on Earth, she was the cool alien girl. Yeah!
"Hullo there. Is this seat taken?"
Swatii looked up... and up... and up! Oh my goodness she was huge with muscles and those horns--
"Yes! I mean, n, n, by my d-date, if, um, Bedelia, if you're her." Swatii tried to arrange her facial features into a smile and not a slack-jawed drool.
The six-foot shaggy orange bull-girl smiled. "I am Bedelia, as it happens." She took the seat across from Swatii, who couldn't take her eyes off of her; her outfit, crisply-pressed pink slacks with a flowy white blouse, way too stylish; her broad arms, settling on the table; her subtle curves, under her outfit; her face, smiling and interested, with little laugh lines around deep blue eyes that were focused on her and were impossibly--
"Beautiful," Swatii said, then clapped her hands over her mouth, wide-eyed.
Bedelia's smile widened. "Really, you think so?"
Aaaaa! Aaaaa aaaaa aaaaa! said one part of Swatii's mind.
Welp, said another part. You can tell the amazing lady what you think of her, or clam up. Whatcha gonna do.
Swatii meekly put her hands down. "B-beautiful," she said. "Gorgeous. Stunning. Holy heck hot. I, I think so." Her cheeks were burning orange. Aaaaa, her mind helpfully added.
Bedelia giggled. "Goodness. Ten points for some lovely honesty, plus ten more for saying it so adorably."
Swatii melted. Her smile got wide and vague, her eyes lost focus, and her situational awareness softened and ran. "y'lik s'mth'n t'eat?" she managed to say.
Bedelia chuckled. "Well, I'm eating up your reactions." She picked up the menu. "But I am rather thirsty."
"Haha wow." Swatii put her face on the table and babbled quietly for a bit.
When she looked up, Bedelia was watching her quietly sipping a glass of orange juice. Swatii pondered that for a moment, thighs squeezing together. What a fucking power move. Holy fuck.
Okay, okay. She couldn't lay here and babble all afternoon. There would be time for that lat-- ahahaha, wow. She swallowed, sat up and grabbed her drink. "So," she said, "I've, um, heard a lot about you, your reputation, heh, um," she rubbed her cheek, "um, precedes you, um, what have you heard about me?"
Bedelia smiled. "Good things." She ticked off on her fingers. "You're new to the area, but you've already made an impact on the scene. You're a responsive sub and an enthusiastic domme, but it takes time and trust for you to be open for either. You're really sweet, to your partners and to everyone else around; you're an accomplished musician, and your face when you get complimented for it is beautiful; and all your bodily fluids are orange." She raised her glass, winking.
"Ahahaha--" Swatii bit her lip. The blush had now reached her toes, and her chest felt like a hot air balloon about to lift off. "Thank, um, yes, that's, that's true, thank you, um, I'm just gonna." She covered her face for a moment, took a deep breath, let it out, put her hands down. "Yeah. Also, have I mentioned you're hot yet?"
"I got that impression." Bedelia leaned forward, elbow on the table, face in her hand, examining Swatii's face with intense interest. "I also get the impression that you've got a purpose. Something internal, that you're working towards. And you brought it here, and you're nervously waiting to let it out 'cause you're not sure how I'll react."
Swatii wheezed, wanting to disappear under the table and into the earth and take a nice nap at this planet's core, but was pinned perfectly under Bedelia's gaze. "It's... I'm... I am discovering how incredibly hot it is to be peeled open and read like a book. My knees are gelatin, I couldn't stand up if I tried."
Bedelia chuckled. "That's why I do it." She stared at Swatii, inescapably Listening.
Swatii closed her eyes and took a deep breath. ...and another one. ...and another one. She peeked. Bedelia was still Listening. Aaaa. She took one more breath, screwed up her courage, and said, "Well um I was thinking maybe you could-- you could teach me and I could help you!!" She bit her lip and waited for a response... waited... peeked.
Bedelia was looking at her, eyebrows raised, curious, smiling. "Teach and help with what, dear?"
Oh shi-- "Sorry um sorry domming!" She sat up and squeezed her fingers together. "Like, um, you're really amazing and the best and I thought maybe I could learn from the best like I saw this really amazing co-domming scene and I was like wow and I don't even know if you'd be interested and I thought it might be dumb to ask but Genny told me none of my ideas are dumb and I should take risks but it's okay if you're not interested I totally understand and--" Swatii burst out in a paroxysm of coughing, wheezing with her hand over her chest.
"Oh!" Bedelia jumped up. "Oh, hon, breathe, it's okay, just breathe... there you go... have a sip, there..."
When Swatii was breathing normally, Bedelia scooted her chair over and sat down next to her, putting a broad arm around her shoulders. "I have to say, I've never gotten an offer like that before. Especially delivered with such adorable passion!" She rubbed Swatii's arm, and Swatii siiiiighed. "I admit, I don't have experience either co-domming or teaching my craft."
Swatii noddled. "Makes sense..."
"But," Bedelia continued, "I've always been interested in the idea of co-domming. And I never really knew who I'd feel comfortable doing it with. Trying with a baby switch that I've trained up myself sounds lovely!"
Swatii squeed! "Oh! Oh god thanks! Wow!" Her fists squeezed together. She couldn't believe it.
"But!" said Bedelia, putting on a Quite Serious face. "I do have one condition."
Swatii meeped. "Y-yeah?" she quavered.
"You get so adorable and squishy, I simply must get the occasional chance to dominate you into a pile of drippy orange goo."
Swatii squished her thighs together and squirmed. "I mean, of course! Isn't that what this whole date has been?"
Bedelia laughed out loud and ruffled Swatii's hair. "What an excellent point."
