The class had been out for a while now. She was the only student left in the studio. Running through her forms, the petite redheaded woman covered the floor with her quick spurts of offensive assaults, her rolling body tucks and upward jabs as she got in some extra practice for the up-coming tournament.
The Dojo was quaint; an usual display of trophies and plaques covered one wall, whilst the weapons and equipment where displayed opposite. The adjacent wall was one big mirror that covered its entirety.
She flung her ponytail with a twist of her head,
"Dragon whips its tail." She said, laughing as she watched her reflection.
The redhead had been in Martial Arts for years. She was one of her Instructor’s favourite students. She owed her excellence to the dedication she had to the Art. Her small limber frame allowed her to be quick and full of vitality. The height of her jumps, of her spinning reverses and round kicks, resulted in her nickname: Around the dojo, she was referred to as "Little Dragon."
Gasping for breath, she took a short pause and walked over to the selection of Bo staff's on the wall. Pulling out her favourite 5' wooden pole from the display, she wheeled it around slowly, the move forming the beginning warm up for her Kata. Stepping back on to the mat, she twirled it hand over hand, continuing to finding her center of gravity and balance. She let the Bo staff flip behind her, then brought it to her front. She spun it in the air, flipped it behind her and then once more regained control. The final blow of the staff extended way out in front of her and close to the floor. She was almost to the ground, crouching low. "Crouching Dragon," she thought with a smile, but the smile soon vanished.
His foot stood on the Bo staff, the lightest of pressures at its tip and yet she couldn't move it. She looked up at her Instructor with inquisitive eyes. Though of medium build, he had great presence. He stood perfectly poised, his hands behind his back, his leg extended out just slightly, keeping the Bo securely in place by pressing it to the ground. His uniform was crisp and displayed many patches of his achievements and added to his authority.
"This not acceptable, Little Dragon."
His eyes were stern and looking down at her. Deliberately, he raised his foot and allowed her to retrieve her weapon. His strength and self-confidence were apparent. He stood back in a proper cat stance: His name around the Martial Art forum was, "The Tiger."
"What was wrong with that?" She spouted, in her quirky way, pulling the Bo staff to her side and relaxing as she straightened her uniform. Once tidy, she herself straightened her body and stood at attention.
"To wheel a weapon behind you, is for chamber or defensive blocking only, not display." He noted casually.
"The kitten plays perhaps, but just remember that."
"Oh that! But it looked good didn't it?" She asked, with a grin.
"Display, not protect you, Little Dragon." He told her seriously.
"What is it I always say? When two Tigers attack each other, one will lay dead and the other dying. Is the same with Dragons." A slight grin crawled across his face.
"Well those patches on your uniform aren’t going to protect you either, but you display them." She responded with a sharp tone and devilish grin.
She was definitely a rebel in a women’s body and her witty ways were a natural part of her character; a part that her instructor adored. She was so pleased with her come back, that she twirled her Bo staff behind her again.
"I call it the Dragon’s wings."
As the long shaft of wood spun and got behind her back, “The Tiger” darted to her and wrapping his arms around her, held her there. With her arms pinned behind her and the Bo staff still in her hand, her breasts pressed against him as their eyes met. The stare held for a long minute, during which neither of them spoke. The spark of passion was evident with their gaze.
"Perhaps, The Dragons fire, is desire?" She thought.
"The grasp of the Mantis, will seize the hard wood." Tiger stated, whilst still holding her tightly.
"The Dragon’s tail will splinter the woody." She retorted, as she brought her knee up and lightly felt his balls on her kneecap. His eyes widened in surprise. He tilted his head as a smile spread across his face. Wordlessly he let go of her, yet still where they were. Neither wanted to walk away, though Tiger stepped back lowering into a back stance. In response, she brought the Bo from behind her and stood slightly at attention, as formality dictated.
"Very well, Little Dragon. Use your new style in a scenario." The Tiger challenged her. As his stance became more lowered, she looked at him and smiled. Slowly beginning to twirl the Bo staff, her mind raced through possible moves of offensive jests. She swung the long rod out wards quickly and sharply, as the Tiger jumped from its swing. She pulled it back, while he was right with it, but he grabbed and twisted, his deft moves bringing her off her feet to land flat on her back. Swiftly he pinned her with his knee and looked down at her with a smile.
"The swiftness of the Dragon, no match for the cunning Tiger."
He gloated momentarily, his smile slowly melting away as he felt the increasing pressure of her hand on his balls. As the touch gentled, his smile grew again, as did his cock.
He released her and stood as he extended his hand out. She gripped it so that he could pull her to her feet.
"Seems the witty Dragon’s target, always in one place?" He said, half-asking and half-stating.
His crotch was a large mound and showed very much.
"You taught me to adapt and use what means I can, to survive." She replied, with her head tilted, looking upwards with her seductive eyes. She was thinking about the size of his balls, and was a little curious now. "If the balls were big, how about the tail?" She wondered, as her eyes kept falling to his bulge.
"Yia!”
Came the yell as she lunged forward in an attempt to catch him off guard, but he was too quick and gripped the long pole pulling it to him sharply with great force. Little Dragon came right behind it; having such a secure hold, flew forward, but never lost control. Her sharp mind aided her. She allowed the forward motion, putting her hands down allowing her to somersault and kick out at him. Although she was sure he was looking for a chance to use another one of his famous holds, he was only able to block her. But the folly of kicks kept him at bay only momentarily, as he grabbed one of her legs and shot it straight up in the air. She went right behind it. He darted to catch her and keep her from falling on her head.
