I've been playing the demo for ARMS this weekend, and it's really fun! I don't usually enjoy one-on-one fighting games, but it's surprisingly addictive, and the motion controls feel great. (For those who are unfamiliar: it's a boxing game where the fighters' arms are impossibly long, allowing you to punch each other from across the arena.)
All of which is to say: here's a short ballbusting story with the internet's favorite ARMS character, Twintelle. Idea credit goes to my partner, who suggested the title as an offhanded joke :-P
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"She punches with her hair?" he muttered.
Spring Man squinted at his opponent across the ring. There had been talk about someone new joining the ARMS league — a celebrity, even, if the rumors were to be believed — but this was the first opportunity that he'd had to actually meet her. "Twintelle", she called herself, and she was quite a beauty: tan, strong, and ready to fight. She wore a sleeveless white turtleneck that left bare her upper back and shoulders, and a tight pair of leather pants that hugged her hips, showing off a butt that was rounder than a peach. Her hair was done up in a pair of impossibly long pink-and-white pigtails, each capped with a boxing glove. There was a mask covering her face, so Spring Man couldn't quite recognize her, but the boxer had a feeling that he had seen her before, either in a movie or on a billboard somewhere. Apparently she had racked up several wins in a row now, and was starting to make a name for herself.
Still, he doubted she would pose much of a challenge. He was fresh off a victory over Master Mummy, with the ARMS championship in his sights. Two more wins, and the title was his. One random rookie didn't seem all that intimidating — especially one who'd chosen to wear high heels to a ARMS match.
"Fight!" shouted the announcer.
He stepped sideways, throwing a quick left jab at his opponent and following up with a right hook. Twintelle responded well to both, knocking them both out of the air with her own fists. She took a few strides towards him, her bare arms folded across her chest, then struck back with her hair. Spring Man blocked her punches in turn. The two spent a few moments circling each other, throwing a few more experimental jabs to probe each other's defenses.
Spring Man blocked her punches with relative ease, but he found himself surprisingly distracted by the way she sashayed around the ring. She was gorgeous even when standing still, but now that she was in motion, it just seemed to highlight her womanly figure all the more. Her hips swayed seductively with each step, and he could feel a certain part of his anatomy spring to life in response.
The male shook his head, forcing himself to focus. He tried to keep his eyes trained on the two boxing gloves at the ends of her pigtails, rather than letting his gaze fall to all of the generous curves just below. He was only one fight away from the ARMS championship bout, and he wasn't about to waste that opportunity daydreaming about sex.
Unfortunately, even that brief lapse in concentration would cost him. Immediately, one of Twintelle's fists flashed forward, sparking with electricity.
Spring Man darted sideways to avoid the punch, but the glove still clipped his shoulder, sending a sharp shock through his upper body. He grunted in surprise as both of his ARMS flopped to his sides in a spasm of electricity. Wincing in pain, the fighter tried to raise his arms to block, but for a short moment they wouldn't respond.
