Miss Spencer Loves Her Candy Cane

Miss Spencer Loves Her Candy Cane



Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters associated with the game “Rumble Roses”. This is basically a vehicle for lesbian sex between my two favourite characters (and a few others). Please enjoy it on that level and nothing more.

The sex is graphic, but I need plot and character development in my stories, so just beware. Also, I can spell, unlike many smut/Hentai authors out there. If you notice any typos, please tell me. Then prevent me from committing seppuku in the corner…



Chapter 4- Alliance



Candy stood in the ring, appraising the girl in front of her. The girl’s name was Makoto and she was an Olympic judo gold-medalist. She wore a gi and blue gym shorts. She merely stared at Candy, not intimidated by her cool demeanor.

“So you’re that Judo gold medalist, huh?” Candy sneered. “Gold medals mean jack where I come from.”

“Miss Welsh!”

Candy whirled around, eyes wide. “Geez! Teach? Again?!”

Miss Spencer stood there, hand on her hip, eyeing her errant student. “I have you now, Miss Welsh. Get your things, we’re returning to school.”

“Um… s’cuse me?” interjected Makoto.

Miss Spencer paused in her advance on Candy and turned to look at the judo girl. “Who are you? And what are you doing out of school?”

Makoto seemed somewhat perplexed. “I, uh… I was going to fight Candy Cane here…”

Miss Spencer’s eyes narrowed and she smiled lightly. “I’m afraid you’ll be fighting me instead…”

Candy slowly backed away while her teacher was distracted. She had to get the hell out of here.

Makoto bowed crisply. “Oh, uh… okay! Let’s go!”

“Stop!” bellowed a heavily accented girl’s voice from behind the three.

A pretty, well muscled girl wearing a traditional Mongolian wrestling outfit and her hair in pigtails stormed into the ring.

“Aigle?” Makoto said in surprise.

Aigle, the Mongol wrestler. In spite of her youth, her strength was legendary.

The new girl stepped up to Miss Spencer, her body language screaming indignation. “You no stop match! I not like!”

Miss Spencer seemed unconcerned. “Are you the next opponent? Why aren’t you in school?”

Aigle seemed confused by the question. “I not go to school.”

“But a lady your age needs a proper education.” Miss Spencer pointed out.

“What… the… fuck?” Candy said to herself as she watched the proceedings. This was way weird, even for Miss Spencer.

“But I not go to school, I warrior.” Aigle protested. What was this crazy blonde lady with the huge teats talking about?

Miss Spencer sighed. “Very well… if you will not listen to reason I shall make you understand. Prepare yourself!”

“Um, you can’t fight us both…” Makoto pointed out. “I’m still here, y’know.”

Miss Spencer stepped back and looked at both girls. It certainly would be a challenge to take on these two- the judo champion and the no-holds-barred steppe wrestler.

“She won’t be fighting you by herself…” Candy said stepping forward and thrusting her chest out proudly. “Me an’ her against you two.”

“She and I…” Miss Spencer corrected.

Candy rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Whaddya say?" She looked at Aigle and Makoto. "You two are gonna be tits up before you know it… if you had any tits, that is…”

“Miss Welsh, language!” chided her teacher.

“Jeez, give it a rest, teach!” Candy said in exasperation. “I’m tryin’ to help you out here when I oughta be getting’ lost! If I leave they’ll kick your ass!”

Miss Spencer turned and confronted her student, arms crossed. “Your concern, Miss Welsh, while admirable, is not necessary. Why is it that you do not show this much concern for your grades?”

Aigle looked at Makoto in confusion. Makoto shrugged helplessly.

“Hey, back off already!” Candy said hotly, getting in Miss Spencer’s face. “I told you, I’m here to win that prize money! But I’m not interested in anyone knockin’ you out of this tournament except me! I’m just tryin’ to save you a beatdown!”

“You have yet to explain why this money is so important, Miss Welsh,” her teacher replied coolly. “Are you looking to replace a guitar or two for the Killer Bambies? Maybe you shouldn’t keep smashing them during your ring entrances.”

Candy went pale and stepped back in shock. “How… how do you know about...”

“Um… are we gonna fight or not?” Makoto asked, trying not to sound intrusive.

Candy flushed angrily and got back in her teacher’s face. “It doesn’t matter what I want it for! I’m kicking the ass off anyone who gets in my way, y’got that?! Now let’s finish these two off and I’ll see you in the championship match, lady!”

“Very well, then.” Miss Spencer said, nodding. The two of them turned and faced the other girls.

“So? Are we agreed?” the teacher asked. “A tag-team match?”

Makoto and Aigle nodded to each other. “Uh… sure. Let’s go.”

The crowd cheered wildly as the ring announcer told them the good news. The pairs faced off, eyeing each other warily. Candy and Miss Spencer were quite a bit taller than the other two, but Makoto was certainly technically proficient and Aigle’s raw strength was not to be underestimated.

“Oh, fuck this!” Candy spat and rushed Makoto. Makoto seemed surprised and taken off-guard at first, but she recovered admirably. As Candy lunged and swung at her, she took the proffered arm and hooked her own through it. Makoto then flung Candy upside down, onto her back. The impetuous redhead landed with a crash.

“Miss Welsh!” cried Miss Spencer in concern, rushing forward to help her student. She had not gone more than two steps when Aigle interposed herself between them.

“Crazy teacher fight me!” she announced, grabbing hold of Miss Spencer by the shoulders. Miss Spencer tried to pull away but could not. She was shocked- Aigle’s strength was terrifying. It felt like she was in a vice.

She lifted her feet, dropping her entire weight towards the canvas. Aigle was unprepared for this tactic and lurched forward slightly. It was all the distraction Miss Spencer needed. She hooked her arms around the girl’s neck and rolled backwards, taking the Mongolian warrior with her. She pressed her feet into Aigle’s stomach and launched her, hard. The pigtailed girl flew across the ring, upside down and backwards, crashing into the corner post.

Miss Spencer was on her feet instantly, rushing over to where Makoto was putting Candy in a headlock. There was no time for finesse of subtlety; she could already see Candy’s face turning blue.

“Forgive me, Miss Welsh- this may hurt a little, but not as much as it will hurt judo-girl here…”

Miss Spencer dove in and grabbed Makoto by the back of the neck. She carried the girl forward, driving her into the canvas face-first, Miss Spencer’s entire weight on top of her foe. She was gratified to hear a violent burst of air from Makoto’s lungs, her grip on Candy slackening.

Candy struggled free of Makoto’s grip and got to her feet. She sensed movement behind her and turned to see Aigle charging in like a bull. Undaunted, Candy turned sideways and thrust out with her foot, a vicious kick aimed at Aigle’s head.

Her aim was true and her boot landed squarely on Aigle’s face. The Mongolian staggered, completely stunned, but not before the momentum of her charge sent Candy hurtling backwards, collapsing against the ropes.

“This is going well…” Miss Spencer thought to herself. Makoto was slowly getting to her feet, still wheezing, but not recovered enough to take the offense. Aigle, on the other hand, was shaking her head to clear away the cobwebs. Any second now she’d be back in action. Miss Spencer had no doubt that Makoto was skilled, but could not take her and Candy on by herself. Aigle, on the other hand, could very well just brutalize them into submission with her ferocious power.

She charged the Mongolian, shoulder-blocking her as hard as she could. Aigle left the ground and was carried backward into the corner. She impacted the post again with jarring force. Miss Spencer gave her no time to recover but bent her sideways and locked Aigle’s arm behind her back, putting enormous pressure on the girl’s spine. If she could inflict enough pain, she might be able to eliminate the girl quickly. It was a chance she would take.

“No hurt!” No hurt!” Aigle grunted, grimacing as her spine bent like wattle, her flanks burning with pain. She gritted her teeth and lifted with the locked arm. She strained, lifting with all her strength. Miss Spencer gasped in shock. She found herself, against all odds, being lifted off her feet and hoisted into the air. Aigle had pressed her overhead with one arm, an arm that was theoretically incapacitated.

“Put me down!” Miss Spencer cried, struggling to break free of her own armlock.

“Okay!” Aigle replied, slamming her bodily against the canvas. The thunderous impact was so loud that both Candy and Makoto looked over to see what was causing all the noise. Candy sensed Makoto’s distraction and slammed her elbow down on top of the girl’s head, knocking her to the floor again.

Miss Spencer’s world was spinning. Gravity seemed like nonsense and colours swirled dizzyingly in front of her eyes. Everything sounded like an old phonograph that was being played too slowly. Distantly, she heard Aigle shouting. “Get up!”

“She’s picking me up…” Miss Spencer said to herself, what was left of her mind racing. “She’s going to tear me apart unless I do something while she’s not expecting it. She probably still has me by the arm, meaning that she should be… right…”

Miss Spencer willed her muscles to work, even though she couldn’t feel them. She rammed her knees up, catching Aigle in the jaw. The girl dropped her and fell backward like a tree. Miss Spencer rolled over slowly and got to her hands and knees, shaking her head and trying to breathe. She felt a little more coherent, although she still couldn’t see straight. She heard the sounds of a struggle nearby. Makoto and Miss Welsh must have been fighting. She wondered how the battle was going until she heard Miss Welsh using some very unlady-like language, telling the other girl to let go.

Miss Spencer got her feet wearily and stumbled over to where Makoto was throttling Candy in the corner. Focused on Candy, Makoto did not see Miss Spencer coming up behind her and slipping her arms under her shoulders until it was too late. With a heave, Miss Spencer broke Makoto’s death grip on her student and locked her arms over her head in a full nelson.

“Tricolour Suplex!” the teacher yelled, throwing herself backward, bringing the hapless Japanese girl with her. Makoto landed on her shoulders, the victim of a perfectly executed suplex. But Miss Spencer was not done yet. She rolled herself upright while shifting her grip on Makoto and leaving the girl’s shoulders even more exposed. She hefted her into the air and suplexed her again, dumping her on her upper back. Miss Spencer rolled and arose a third time, adjusting her death grip on the girl and flinging her backward a final time. Makoto broke the fall with her head.

“She must be out cold! Finish her now!”

Miss Spencer held the girl in place, her shoulders pinned upside down to the mat. All she needed was a three second count and their task was half over.

1… 2…

The count of three never finished. Miss Spencer felt an enormous impact as Aigle collided with her like a freight train. She flew sideways across the ring and crumpled in a heap in a corner. She attempted to get up but immediately fell back down, her balance not returned.

She sat there like a rag doll, trying to focus on the scene in front of her. Aigle had slammed into her in order to prevent the pin. Candy had jumped on Aigle and had knocked her to the mat, face-first, and was now ramming the Mongolian’s head against the ground repeatedly.

“No hurt! No hurt!” came the muffled cries of protest.

Makoto was stirring. The girl was obviously far more resilient that she looked. She rose unsteadily, not noticing that her judo gi was pulled apart and her pink, frilly bra was exposed for all to see. She was shaking her head to clear it. Candy was too busy with Aigle to notice.

Miss Spencer began crawling forward. With a hand she reached out and grabbed Makoto’s ankle, just before the girl had latched on to Miss Welsh. Makoto squealed and went down with a thud. She scrambled to get away as Miss Spencer hauled her back for some discipline.

Makoto spun suddenly and wrapped her legs around Miss Spencer’s neck, intent on squeezing her into unconsciousness. Miss Spencer struggled to break the hold but could not. Makoto’s thighs were too strong. She leaned forward and tried to roll Makoto onto her shoulders, seeking a pin, even if she could not shake the girl off. But Makoto merely latched onto the teacher’s arm and pulled herself in, holding her own weight off the ground while nearly stretching Miss Spencer’s arm out of its socket.

Miss Spencer’s vision started going red and her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Her eyes fairly bulged as Makoto squeezed ever harder. Her neck creaked under the pressure. She had to think of a way to escape, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to think…

Candy slammed Aigle’s face to the mat repeatedly. If this girl was more powerful than even Dixie she had no intention of getting into a strength contest with her. She would do anything it took to beat her and move on to the next round.

Aigle didn’t seem to be moving. Candy paused in her assault and cautiously turned the girl over. She sat on Aigle’s chest, one fist clenched as she inspected her foe.

Aigle’s eyes flashed open and her brow furrowed.

“Shit! She was playing possum!”

Aigle’s arms shot up, her palms slamming into Candy’s chest, rocketing her into the air.

“Okay, this is not good…”

Aigle leapt to her feet and spun quickly, her foot slamming into Candy as she came back down. The impact felt like a ten car pileup on Candy’s head. She flew into the corner post and fell in a heap. Her head reeling, she realized this was going to get worse before it got better.

“Now you make Aigle angry!” roared the Mongolian, rushing in and grappling Candy.

“White Doe!” she shouted, hauling Candy up by one leg, holding her upside down.

“Great, everyone’s getting another look at my snatch…”

Aigle lifted Candy high and then drove her down, ramming the top of her head into the canvas. She dropped the redhead and prepared to pin her.

On the other side of the ring, Miss Spencer was nearly unconscious. Makoto’s leglock on her neck was working marvelously well and she could not think of any countermoves to escape.

“Nothing… that I do… breaks her hold… no technique… to counter with… must think…”

Miss Spencer’s hand, trembling with strain, inched forward and hooked its fingers into Makoto’s gym shorts.

“Hey!” protested the girl. “What- what are you doing?!”

“What… ever… it… takes…” Miss Spencer choked out. Her fingers in place, she yanked on the shorts, pulling them down. Makoto shrieked in protest but could do little except release her grip on Miss Spencer. She scuttled away, but the shorts stayed. She tried to cover herself, totally flustered by her predicament. The crowd roared in glee as Makoto mooned them all.

“No panties?” Miss Spencer quipped, smirking as she rose to her feet. “My, you are a naughty girl. Even Miss Welsh wears underwear in the ring…”

“N- no! Stay back!” Makoto stammered.

“Oh, I think not, my dear,” Miss Spencer said, twirling the blue gym shorts on the tip of her finger as she approached. “You can either let yourself get pinned, showing off your womanhood to the world, or you can try and win this bout, perhaps retaining some of your dignity. Either way, I would say this day has been very educational for you. Now… what is it going to be?”

“Miss Spencer! Get her off me!”

Miss Spencer whirled around and saw Candy struggling wildly to not get pinned. Aigle was forcing her onto her shoulders, trying to keep a firm grip on Candy’s leg.

“School… girl… hold… still…” hissed the steppe warrior.

“In your dreams, yak-face!” Candy shot back, squirming and twisting for all she was worth.

Miss Spencer sprinted towards Aigle and Candy, Makoto completely forgotten.

“Get your grubby hands off my student!” she growled. Aigle lunged up to meet her and thrust out her palm, driving it into Miss Spencer’s face. The impact stopped her dead. She swayed drunkenly, stunned by the force of such a simple maneuver.

Aigle clapped her hands over Miss Spencer’s ears repeatedly, cackling gleefully as she did so. With the crazy teacher helpless, she shouted over to Makoto.

“Makoto! Come now! Get her and we win! Get crazy teacher!”

Makoto needed no encouragement. She surged to her feet and raced in, targeting the back of Miss Spencer’s head. Aigle held the teacher’s arms, keeping her steady.

“Never turn your back on me, girlie!” shouted Candy. She leapt up behind Aigle and yanked her traditional brocaded wrestling shorts down. Aigle screamed in shock, releasing her grip on Miss Spencer. It was now or never.

“Professeur, reglisse!” Candy hollered, desperate to get her teacher’s attention.

The French registered in Miss Spencer’s mind and she obeyed the order instinctively. She buckled at the knees, dropping fast as Makoto sped in, her arm flashing out to clothesline her. Too late, Makoto realized her target was no longer there. Instead she rammed the crook of her elbow across Aigle’s neck, driving the Mongolian to the mat with the force of a bullet train.

Before Makoto could recover from the shock of what she had done, Miss Spencer had whirled around and gripped her thighs, lifting her up into the air so that she sat on the teacher’s shoulders. Miss Spencer’s face was pressed into her groin now, but this was no time for worrying about that.

Candy leapt like a cat onto the turnbuckle of the closest corner post. While Miss Spencer held Makoto in place, Candy dove at her like a missile, ramming into the Japanese girl and knocking her from Miss Spencer’s shoulders. Makoto landed on her head with a crash. Candy landed and scrambled on top of her, pinning her and holding her leg in the air for leverage.

Miss Spencer, worried that if she knelt down to pin Aigle she might just go to sleep, merely placed her foot on the stunned girl’s chest and pinned her shoulders to the mat.

1… 2… 3

The bell sounded and the crowd went nuts. Yet another victory for the two girls considered the most unlikely contestants in the entire tournament. Miss Spencer staggered away from Aigle and over to Candy, who stood wearily.

They met in the center of the ring, leaning on each other for support, panting heavily. They observed their foes through heavily lidded eyes, making sure the two were staying down. Makoto laid unconscious, her gi askew and her pink, shaved womanhood glistening under the bright lights for all to see. Aigle had rolled slowly onto her stomach, still in a swoon.

“I think we won… they’re not going anywhere…” Miss Spencer observed wearily.

“Thank God that’s over with,” Candy said, nodding. “That hurt like eight bitches on the bitch boat.”

Miss Spencer was too sore to chide her student’s foul language. She wiped at her mouth absently, which had been pressed against Makoto’s netherlips as she held her off the ground. Candy smirked at her.

“Got a funny taste in your mouth, teach?”

“Miss Welsh!”

“Go on, I’ll bet you took a lick; why else would her crotch be glistening like it is?”

“I’m sure I don’t know. It is my experience that Japanese girls these days are quite perverted. She probably got turned on by the fighting.”

“Well, I’ll agree with you about the Japanese girls being pervs…” Candy said.

Miss Spencer turned and looked at her, eyebrow arched. “And how would you know that?”

“Never mind. A girl has to have her secrets.”

“That was very clever of you, by the way- using French to snap me out of my stupor.”

Candy beamed. “Yeah, I thought that was pretty bitchin’.”

“However, you did use the wrong word for ‘drop’. Where you meant for me to duck, you actually used the word that means ‘licorice drop’, as in the candy.”

Candy sighed in exasperation. “Is anything anybody does ever good enough for you, teach?”

“Not really, no.” Miss Spencer said, smiling. “However, you did prove to me that you are occasionally paying attention in class- can we please go home now?”

Candy sighed. “Yeah, I had a feeling you’d bring that up. As for my response, well…”

As she leaned against Miss Spencer, Candy hooked her leg in front of her teacher’s and swept backwards. The arm she had around Miss Spencer’s shoulders shoved down, slamming the older girl face-first into the canvas.

“Gotta go, teach! See ya in the next round!” the red-headed scamp said, sprinting off.

Miss Spencer, her face still pressed to the mat, held an arm in the air. “No, wait! Don’t you run off on me! How dare you dis- oh, screw it…”

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