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Sandy Cheeks leads a life of intense study under the sea. Her experiments and research have led her to many breakthroughs in multiple scientific fields, but that doesn’t mean that the squirrel doesn’t have other hobbies as well. A well-trained mind also needs a well-trained body.

“Hiiii-yah!” Spongebob leaps from behind a rock as Sandy is studying some clams. With his comically oversized training glove, the attack wouldn’t do much damage—that is, if it were to hit.

But Sandy, despite being busy with her work, whirls around and performs a spinning chop, already having her own training foam hand at the ready, and chopping across Spongebob’s stomach!

The sea creature deforms at the strike, flying back and hitting the rock. He bounces back with not so much as a squeak, completely unharmed due to his squishy anatomy.

“Wow, Sandy,” says the yellow square. “You sure really are good at karate!”

“Darn Tootin’! But you almost got me that time, Spongebob. Next time, you gotta make sure your kiyahs are more silent in the sneak attacks. Or, if’n you have a hankerin’ to be honorable, just come on and challenge me.”

“Okay, Sandy!” He gasps, looking at his watch. “Oh my gosh! It’s almost time for work! I’ll see you later, Sandy!”

Sandy chuckles, watching Spongebob leave and sighing as he disappears over the horizon.

“That boy sure is a kid at heart,” says the squirrel, but she sighs at that, remembering all those early times she tried to throw a few hints his way that they could be tighter than clamshells, but even after their hottest, most intense karate matches, one thing is sure about Spongebob: He’s as sexual as a nun—and not the kind you read in saucy stories.

This presents a problem for Sandy, her lips twitching and her sweat building up. With a growl, she stomps back to her dome, where she can take off her suit and be alone with her thoughts.

“Sandy’s Log. Today, I was interrupted again by another karate match,” Sandy begins, lying back on her bed and holding her microphone as she stares at the ceiling. “Them darn things make me hotter’n a junebug in July,” she admits, “But I ain’t never found anyone compatable enough to have a roll-in-the-hay with.”

She sighs, rolling onto her stomach, kicking her feet up in the air. “It ain’t my fault I got a hankerin’ for some boinkin’ when I get into a fight! And it ain’t Spongebob’s fault he’s the only other thing in Bikini Bottom who can go toe-to-toe with me in a match. The only one ever close enough to my skill level was…”

She trails off, rubbing her eyes. “Aw shucks, am I really gonna… I ain’t… right?”

Growling at herself again, she hops up and pulls out her shellphone, grumbling as she finds the number she seeks.

The phone rings a few times before an old, velvety voice speaks up. “Condo Island—where your investment is time and money! How may I help you?”

“This is Sandy Cheeks,” Sandy says, sitting cross-legged on her bed.

The voice on the other side pauses momentarily before turning dour. “And what do you want, Miss Cheeks?”

She rubs the back of her head. “Listen, uh, Master Udon, I was thinkin’ and, you remember that time you kidnapped my friend and then I had to go and beat you up in a karate match to get you to stop forcin’ him to buy yer scam.”

She can clearly hear the grinding of teeth on the other side. “Yes, I remember breaking through the wall, falling into the goo sea, and then having to face multiple weeks of recovery and physical therapy—why?”

Sandy bites her lip, her whole body shaking. “Well, the thing is… if’n it weren’t for the whole ‘kidnapping my friend’ thing and ‘forcin’ me on a trial of multiple floors of martial arts masters, well, havin’ a match was kinda fun. And, it gives me a hankerin’ somethin’ fierce. I think you know what I’m talking about.”

Master Udon’s voice becomes a bit smoother and chipper once again, a hint of superiority spreading over it. “Miss Cheeks, is this a call about karate, or are you getting at something different?”

“You know very well what I’m getting at, Master Udon. Now, it ain’t ever day that a champion asks to rematch the one they beat, you know.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“So, I wanna invoke the rite of delight.” She says this, her hand in the hole that her legs make. “And I think you’re the only one who can give it to me.”

“Well, well, well,” Master Udon says, chuckling. “This is a surprise. It’s been quite some time since I’ve faced someone in a rite of delight. Some time, indeed. You know, the people of Bikini Bottom are so, how do you say, lacking in that particular drive.”

“Don’t I know it!” says Sandy, gripping her phone tightly, squeezing her sheets. “So, you’ll do it?”

“I’m most honored you’d call an old man like me for such a thing,” he admits, “But why don’t we make this more interesting?”

Sandy’s breath gets deeper, heavier. “H… how so?”

“If I were to win this little contest of ours,” he says, “then you will have to serve as one of the masters on Karate Island.”

“Weren’t that just a scam?”

“A scam that worked—until you ruined it,” he hisses.

Groaning, Sandy rubs her eyes and says, “Fine. But if I win…” she pauses. What could she possibly ask this fish for? “Then you spread the word that Sandy Cheeks seeks out more challengers.”

“My, you are a needy one, aren’t you?” says Master Udon. “Let us meet on Karate Island—our battle shall be legendary.”

The journey to Karate Island is not a difficult one for Sandy. After all, the fact that it’s really Condo Island means that the people buying up time shares here must have a means to get to and from. When the bus drops Sandy off, she’s dressed and ready for a fight in her yellow jumpsuit and specialized combat bowl.

Karate Tower seems so empty with none of the other masters there, and Sandy has no trouble making it up to the top floor where Master Udon awaits.

Her opponent sits on the floor, his legs crossed, his fingers in a meditative position. But as soon as the squirrel steps through, he speaks. “It takes one who is truly invested in the martial arts to challenge someone in the rite of delight,” he says. “Most masters would shun and shame you for even knowing about it. How do you believe it was safe to ask this of me?”

“Shucks,” Sandy says, stepping up to the middle of the arena, rolling her shoulders. “It weren’t nothin’ to realize a guy like you has the same level of freak as I do, making an excuse to include karate into yer business ‘n all.”

“An astute observation,” the older man says, standing up, putting his hands hidden in his sleeves. “But I would expect nothing less from someone willing to give me another attempt at defeating you.”

“Well, ah don’t know about that,” says Sandy, hands on her hips, pushing out her chest. “After all—ah’m fairly certain ah can wrangle you up just as well as I did the last time.”

“Last time, you sent me falling into the gooey sea,” says Master Udon, tilting his head forward, his brows casting shadows over his eyes. “This time, you will submit to me, both in mind and in body.”

“You ready to do this thing?” Sandy asks, spreading her legs and lifting her arms, ready for a chopping stance.

“I just need to prepare my body,” says Master Udon. And with that, he tenses up, his aura glowing with power. “Allow me to unlock my chakras,” he groans, and suddenly, he explodes out of his robes, leaving him in his undergarments. His muscles expand, veins bulding along his arms and legs and neck. His chest shows off its impressive six-pack, and his pectorals pump up, becoming an indomitable wall. Most impressively, even his eyebrows flex, his prodigious strength suffusing through every fiber of his being.

“So, we’re doin’ that, are we?” asks Sandy, flexing her muscles. There goes another jumpsuit as it shreds into atoms; the only things left on her are her swimsuit and bowl, but as she expands to a muscled goddess, the top barely covers anything. Every single muscle of her body sings with its release—a scientist’s form is something she must concentrate on to not scare away all her newfound friends. Sometimes, she shows off what she’s capable of with a single arm. Here on Condo Island, she can let loose; from the tip of her fingers to the fluff of her tail, she flexes, showing off the mountain of a woman she actually is.

“I’ve been focusing my mind and body,” Master Udon says, relaxing his flexing. Unlike the last time they faced one another, he does not revert and instead maintains his massive size. “I’ve pushed myself beyond and allowed myself to be at full power for a fight.”

“Well then, this one’s gonna be good,” says Sandy, rolling her neck and returning to her stance, powered up by all her muscles.

“Indeed. And by the rite of delight, whoever gains the physical advantage has full reign on the other’s body.”

Sandy’s eyes travel down over that impressive display of manliness before her, lingering between his legs at the bulge at Master Udon’s undergarment. “And ah’m lookin’ forward to it!” the squirrel says.

“Then, let us begin!” shouts Master Udon, rushing forward, his impressive leg muscles making him easily cross the room. He throws a thrust at her, but Sandy crosses over her chest, tanking the hit. The pressure sends shock waves through the room, shattering the windows and letting the sea breeze hit the two of them.

Sandy whips her tail around, striking at Master Udon’s side. The old fish grunts as he’s hit and sent stumbling to his side. Sandy spins back around in the other direction, a chop going straight toward his neck, but Master Udon raises his arm, blocking the strike. But she throws so much power into that strike that it still sends him back a few feet.

“Impressive. You’ve been improving as well, young master,” says the fish.

“It’s why I challenged you.” Sandy steps slowly around him. “There ain’t no one else out there that can give me a good fight.”

“Luckily for you, I won’t be so easily defeated as I was before!” He rushes her again, feinting a thrust, but then hopping to the side and going for a punch. Sandy misreads that, and she’s struck, clutching her side and growling.

“OOoh, yer gonna pay for that, Udon!” Sandy says, raising her knee and leaping right at him. The hit strikes him dead-on in the stomach, lifting him up, making his eyes bulge out, a nd sending spit flying freely from his mouth and onto her face. When he lands, he falls to his knees, gripping his stomach, coughing, breathing in gasping moans. “S… Such power… I… can I actually keep up?”

“Dunno,” says Sandy, curling her fingers toward her, “But if’n you don’t want to be my pole, you better stand up and get back into the fight!” she says this, in the back of her mind relishing the idea of taking this man and using him. Perhaps this will happen sooner than she expected… and would that be a disappointment?

Master Udon rubs his abdominal muscles, grinding his teeth together. “You are most impressive, Miss Cheeks, but your skills are limited, are they not?”

Sandy keeps her hands up in a defensive stance, narrowing her eyes and waiting for anything the man had in store for her.

With another groaning grunt, the fish flexes his muscles even harder than before, and suddenly, his shorts rip and shatter, disappearing into the ether of his martial power. His cock and balls rise high, powered with his ki and his concentration.

Sandy gulps, licking her lips. “Well ain’t that a sight for sore eyes,” she says, flexing on her own, grabbing her top and bottom and ripping them aside, keeping only the bowl on top of her head and her flower as articles to wear.

Nodding, Master Udon rushes for Sandy, and Sandy rushes for him. The two of them clash, grabbing onto each other’s arms and shoulders in an epic struggle of dominance,

But it is Sandy who overcomes Udon, hooking her leg around his ankle and sweeping him to the ground, knocking the fish clear onto his back.

That’s when the squirrel hops onto him, pinning him by his thighs, her hands grasping at his wrists. “If you weren’t willin’ ta lose, Udon, you shouldn’t have accepted mah challenge!”

Master Udon Snarls, his cock throbbing as she slides her pussy against it, licking that shaft with her swollen and needy lips. She reaches for his shoulders, pushing and pinning him down as she lifts herself up and swallows that cock hole.

“Oh yeah, that’s nice ‘n tight, mmm hmmm!” she shudders, her body constricting around his shaft.

“Oo… oooh…” Master Udon groans, closing his eyes, shuddering under her.

“That’s right, Udon. You can just enjoy the ride as I take from ya my victory prize!”

Sandy slams into Udon, sheathing his cock all the way inside her. Her muscles quiver at the feeling of that thick manliness buried deep inside her, her eyes fluttering, her smile a big, stupid grin. “Oh fuck yeah, this is exactly what I was wantin’!” She cries out, and she decides to roll, rocking back and forth over that thing, pulling and pushing it this way and that inside of her. “Yeee haaaw!” she cries, gripping tight to his shoulders, sending shocks of pain through his arms.

Her actions practically reduce Udon to a groaning mess on the ground, all of his sensations going to his cock inside her. His willingness to throw her off nearly goes away, but he tries to push his shoulders and his arms or maneuver his legs to buck and get her off of him, or for him to get off at this point.

Sandy nods, biting her lips, her buck teeth digging a firm hold onto him. She then begins to lift up, slowly pulling from that cock, her hold on him so tight that the pressure makes the older man groan.

Soon, she’s up to holding onto just his tip. She then opens one eye, smirking devilishly at him before she slams down onto him!

She does so again and again, milking him, fucking the man hard, having him go deeper and deeper into her, hitting her g spot and making her quiver and squirm. “Oh boy, ho-howdy. This is… this is … I need this!” She gasps, grabbing onto his forehead and thrusting him down, knocking him to the floor and arresting any attempt he had to push himself back up.

Her walls wrap around his cock, squeezing him for all he’s worth as she slams onto him with all her muscular might. Try as he might, Master Udon strains, his veins popping, his muscles bulging, but it isn’t enough to escape the squirrel’s stupendous strength.

Soon, Sandy throws her head back, screaming out into the empty room as her walls convulse around his cock and a fireworks display of neurons fire off within her, sending her on a trip far beyond what any typical game of karate can give her.

Master Udon groans, his eyes rolling back, his own orgasm following Sandy’s. He squirms pretty mush helplessly under her, his cock milked as she bounces, over and over again, completely draining him dry, taking in every last drop of fishy sperm he has to give.

Soon, after the thousandth or so slam against his hips, Sandy pushes herself up, her body tightly closed with her flexing muscles that not a drop of his sperm escapes her until she stands and relaxes, immediately turning back to her standard size.

“Well, shucks, Master Udon,” she begins, casually slipping into her bottoms. “That sure was a fun ride. But I reckon I like karate just fine enough without all the extra stuff on top of it.

Master Udon, drained by Sandy, lies on the ground as a husk of his former self. He tries to speak, raising an arm and letting out a hoarse, dry whimper.

“Well, if’n I ever need another roll in the hay, I know just where to find ya,” Sandy says, giving the emaciated fish a pat on the cheek. “You have a good time now, ya hear? NOw, do yous uppose you have a bathroom ‘round these parts?”

Master Udon’s other dry arm reaches up, pointing the way.

“Thank ya kindly,” Sandy says, tipping an invisible hat, and there she goes off, humming to herself and swaying as she goes, refreshed and ready for some research… and some more ka-ra-tay!