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Makoto and Elena in "The Art of Fighting, Without fighting" (Tickling and foot focus)
Hello everyone!
Here's a little series I made with two favorite barefoot babes, Elena and Makoto from Street Fighter.
I've included a scenario for each pic below. Feel free to read!
Part One... The Art of fighting without fighting...
One warm afternoon, in the normally quiet Tosa Region of Japan, two good friends (and sometimes good rivals,) walked together on creeky wooded floor panels. Master Makoto and Elena toured the steadily improving, but still somewhat dilapidated Rindoukan Dojo. Elena was curious to see where Makoto has been training for all these years and to discover the source of all of her fierce pride. After questions about the conditions of the facility and irritated answers from it's owner, the subject switched to how one should handle certain encounters. Makoto, of course, found that fighting fiercely and powerfully was the only way to handle problems, but Elena brought up that there are gentler and kinder ways to handle situations other than fighting, and fighting was to be used as a final resort.
Unswayed, Makoto dismissed her tall friend's thinking and proudly bellowed how the art and strength of Rindoukan Karate could not be beaten by anything sweet and kind. But before she could continue her prideful tirade, her legs were quickly kicked from underneath her making her fall flat on her chest. Sensing that this was a fight, she tried to jump back up to counter, but for some reason she could move, her legs had been pinned by the tall capoeira combatant who moved as fast as lightning. Elena apologized for the sweeping kick explaining that it was neccessary to actively show Makoto an effective but gentler technique that she learned long ago in her home country. Before the Rindoukan Master could protest she felt the skittering of fingertips against the soles of her feet instantly causing a flood of laughter to roll loudly from her throat. She tried pulling away with all of her trained strength, but the skillful grip of powerful legs around her ankles held fast as Elena's fingers happily danced on their their sensitive fleshy stages. It was simply overwhelming to the helpless tomboy; even more so since she thought her feet would be toughened to such a silly activity from years of barefoot walking and bone cracking kicks.
Things didn't seem so bad until Elena playfully teased her forcefully happy victim, asking how the "art and strength of Rindoukan Karate" was doing against a such a "sweet and kind" act, and commented on how surprisingly sensitive Makoto was for someone so tough.
A torrent of lava hot anger and intense humiliation erupted in Makoto's wildly swinging head as she struggled to figure a way out of this embarrassing mess, pounding the ground in frustration while laughing like a drunken hyena... There's no way she would let childish kid games beat her... No way she could let this get the best of her...
Part Two... The Art of fighting without fighting...learned.
Elena was satisfied with herself as she curled up once again, her head touching her knees as she commenced some generous stomach crunches. It had been an hour since she taught her "gentle technique" to her little Karate companion who was forced to retire to her dojo in exhaustion from all the hilarity.
The Keyan Princess thought to use this downtime by doing a little warming exercise with the help of a tree just outside the Dojo grounds. Hanging from it's strong branches was quite easy to do with the ample size of her feet and she was quite used to doing this type of activity back home.
Head up...head down, up... down... with each crunch she felt all her muscles tighten and become cooled with sweat that ran down them like glistening rivers. Thankfully the wind made sure she didn't overheat. She continued uninterrupted until the muffled sound of footsteps in the dirt had disturbed the symphony of wind that played while Elena exerted herself.
Makoto stood underneath with her usual scowl with which Elena, who couldn't help herself, returned a big toothy smile. This of course made Makoto scowl even harder, before asking what Elena was doing in the tree. Elena happily shared her body improving activities while the karate master slept. Makoto grunted with a face of cold stone looking at the happy hanger glazed with a thin layer of sweat. She walked around Elena, watching her as she continued to do more crunches...This walking and watching lasted for a few minutes before asking if she could join the activity, to which Elena replies with inviting agreement.
Makoto quickly scaled the tree and carefully balanced herself on the branch, while down below Elena's stomach burned as she continued to crunch wondering how Makoto could do crunches with such baggy clothing. The focus from her belly quickly changed as she felt fabric wrap across her heels and shins... She looked up to find Makoto sitting around her feet... Her large heels jammed into Makoto's muscular inner thighs which at the same time pushed Elena's shins firmly into the branch from which she hang. Elena shakily continued to look up trying to gather what was going on... but an uncharacteristic, wicked smile stretching across the Rindoukan Master's face gave the answer quite clearly as she wiggled her fingers dangerously close to her hanging friend's vulnerable soles....and making sure the now aware Elena saw it...
The Rindoukan Master expressed with great pride how much she's learned from Elena's "gentle technique" earlier... and wanted to show just how much she's learned...
Suddenly the burning in her stomach doubled from laughter as the spidering of finger tips traveled across the length Elena's soles.
For Part 3... The Art of fighting without fighting...Resolved
Makoto and Elena, after a playful day of learning, decide to take a rest... Until Makoto teaches Elena a new lesson that involves the heavy use of their bare feet....
Enjoy my friends!
Hello everyone!
Here's a little series I made with two favorite barefoot babes, Elena and Makoto from Street Fighter.
I've included a scenario for each pic below. Feel free to read!
Part One... The Art of fighting without fighting...
One warm afternoon, in the normally quiet Tosa Region of Japan, two good friends (and sometimes good rivals,) walked together on creeky wooded floor panels. Master Makoto and Elena toured the steadily improving, but still somewhat dilapidated Rindoukan Dojo. Elena was curious to see where Makoto has been training for all these years and to discover the source of all of her fierce pride. After questions about the conditions of the facility and irritated answers from it's owner, the subject switched to how one should handle certain encounters. Makoto, of course, found that fighting fiercely and powerfully was the only way to handle problems, but Elena brought up that there are gentler and kinder ways to handle situations other than fighting, and fighting was to be used as a final resort.
Unswayed, Makoto dismissed her tall friend's thinking and proudly bellowed how the art and strength of Rindoukan Karate could not be beaten by anything sweet and kind. But before she could continue her prideful tirade, her legs were quickly kicked from underneath her making her fall flat on her chest. Sensing that this was a fight, she tried to jump back up to counter, but for some reason she could move, her legs had been pinned by the tall capoeira combatant who moved as fast as lightning. Elena apologized for the sweeping kick explaining that it was neccessary to actively show Makoto an effective but gentler technique that she learned long ago in her home country. Before the Rindoukan Master could protest she felt the skittering of fingertips against the soles of her feet instantly causing a flood of laughter to roll loudly from her throat. She tried pulling away with all of her trained strength, but the skillful grip of powerful legs around her ankles held fast as Elena's fingers happily danced on their their sensitive fleshy stages. It was simply overwhelming to the helpless tomboy; even more so since she thought her feet would be toughened to such a silly activity from years of barefoot walking and bone cracking kicks.
Things didn't seem so bad until Elena playfully teased her forcefully happy victim, asking how the "art and strength of Rindoukan Karate" was doing against a such a "sweet and kind" act, and commented on how surprisingly sensitive Makoto was for someone so tough.
A torrent of lava hot anger and intense humiliation erupted in Makoto's wildly swinging head as she struggled to figure a way out of this embarrassing mess, pounding the ground in frustration while laughing like a drunken hyena... There's no way she would let childish kid games beat her... No way she could let this get the best of her...
Part Two... The Art of fighting without fighting...learned.
Elena was satisfied with herself as she curled up once again, her head touching her knees as she commenced some generous stomach crunches. It had been an hour since she taught her "gentle technique" to her little Karate companion who was forced to retire to her dojo in exhaustion from all the hilarity.
The Keyan Princess thought to use this downtime by doing a little warming exercise with the help of a tree just outside the Dojo grounds. Hanging from it's strong branches was quite easy to do with the ample size of her feet and she was quite used to doing this type of activity back home.
Head up...head down, up... down... with each crunch she felt all her muscles tighten and become cooled with sweat that ran down them like glistening rivers. Thankfully the wind made sure she didn't overheat. She continued uninterrupted until the muffled sound of footsteps in the dirt had disturbed the symphony of wind that played while Elena exerted herself.
Makoto stood underneath with her usual scowl with which Elena, who couldn't help herself, returned a big toothy smile. This of course made Makoto scowl even harder, before asking what Elena was doing in the tree. Elena happily shared her body improving activities while the karate master slept. Makoto grunted with a face of cold stone looking at the happy hanger glazed with a thin layer of sweat. She walked around Elena, watching her as she continued to do more crunches...This walking and watching lasted for a few minutes before asking if she could join the activity, to which Elena replies with inviting agreement.
Makoto quickly scaled the tree and carefully balanced herself on the branch, while down below Elena's stomach burned as she continued to crunch wondering how Makoto could do crunches with such baggy clothing. The focus from her belly quickly changed as she felt fabric wrap across her heels and shins... She looked up to find Makoto sitting around her feet... Her large heels jammed into Makoto's muscular inner thighs which at the same time pushed Elena's shins firmly into the branch from which she hang. Elena shakily continued to look up trying to gather what was going on... but an uncharacteristic, wicked smile stretching across the Rindoukan Master's face gave the answer quite clearly as she wiggled her fingers dangerously close to her hanging friend's vulnerable soles....and making sure the now aware Elena saw it...
The Rindoukan Master expressed with great pride how much she's learned from Elena's "gentle technique" earlier... and wanted to show just how much she's learned...
Suddenly the burning in her stomach doubled from laughter as the spidering of finger tips traveled across the length Elena's soles.
For Part 3... The Art of fighting without fighting...Resolved
Makoto and Elena, after a playful day of learning, decide to take a rest... Until Makoto teaches Elena a new lesson that involves the heavy use of their bare feet....
Enjoy my friends!
