Princess Bubblegum vs Marceline (hardcore)

a commission fight based off two of the protagonists from the Adventure Time cartoon. fair warning that while not a death match, the fight can get pretty brutal as per the buyer's request. came out pretty fun, all things considered, from my (slightly out of date) knowledge on the show


All around the Land of Ooo, the fight was on everyone's minds and lips. The kingdoms with an active online connection buzzed about their ideas and theories, and gossiped over the escalating grudge between the fighters. It was very much the same in the kingdom of Psychic Princess, just with brain hacks instead of computers. Death himself had the dead knocking on his door non-stop to ask to be allowed to see the fight. He crushed a few of the more annoying knockers' souls, but arranged a bigscreen to be installed so they could see the holo cast from the Candy Kingdom's stadium.

"I'm not sure how to feel about this," Finn said, leaning on his knees in the front row. Jake stretched his arm overhead, the long yellow limb clutching a video camera to pan over the anticipating crowd, projecting it to all the viewers around Ooo that couldn't make it to the already giant crowd.

"Trust me, buddy, you will," the magical dog assured him. Finn had grown into not quite a man, but a young adult at least. "You like girls, and you like fightin' stuff. You'll love it."

There was the thrumming squeal of a guitar, ringing out overhead as everyone looked skyward. Levitating down, playing her trusty combination guitar-ax, was Marceline, wearing cutoff jean shorts that let showed off her long, wiry legs and a flannel shirt tied off in front of her breasts. The arena had spotlights shining that followed her entrance, strumming out a tune until she landed, at which point she set the family axe outside the ring and playfully untied her top, playing it up like a stripper for the crowd's cheers and approval. She gave an impish wink towards Finn just as she flashed open her top, revealing a perky pair of breasts to the whistling crowd. Jake gave Finn an elbow to the ribs, making him smile and blush at the sight.

With no such powers, Princess Bubblegum let the cheers die down before making her own entrance, walking down the walkway to another chorus of cheers and claps. The pink-haired princess had been focusing on building up her kingdom lately, which meant a lot of sitting around her throne and her lab. She exercised and practiced her usual training as best she could, but she'd certainly grown some curves. Wide hips wiggled in a pair of more traditional boxing shorts, and even under the regal robe she wore over her bare chest, her large breasts jiggled in the gap between the cloth. Her cheers rang out a bit louder as she stepped between the ropes, between her large ass and her home town advantage with the local crowd.

Peppermint Butler trotted out into the ring with a megaphone to address the crowd. "Citizens of Ooo! Today, we witness a royal challenge!" Both girls glared at eachother across the ring as Bubblegum held up her arms, shedding her robe to bare her bigger chest and let Mr. Cupcake climb to the apron to firmly tie her bright red boxing gloves in place. Marceline did the same, though a pair of skeletons appearing in a puff of smoke to attach her black gloves with "toxic" skull and crossbones on the fronts (or "knuckles").
"The ladies will do battle by classic rules! A break between every 2 minute round." Peppermint went on. "They fight until one quits or can no longer fight!" He looked over a sheet of paper in his hand quickly. "Then again, there's nothing in the rules about doing this topless, so let's just play this by ear, huh?"
The crowd laughed and Peppermint butler gathered his things to trot out of the ring, letting the women wait for the bell.

"Jeez, Bonnie. Been putting on even the pounds there. You do know there's no weight classes in this, don't you?" Marceline grinned mischievously, leaning back against the ropes.
"And I see you're untrained and lazy as ever," Bubblegum snapped back, keeping herself stretching and shadowboxing in her corner.
"Not that it'll matter. I'm immortal, you're out of shape. So how's this for a handicap?" Marceline's body puffed out, expanding her skinny frame to mimic Bubblegums, filling up to E cups easily, and stretching her jean shorts from a loose low-cut to a tight fit that hugged her newly chubby hips.

PB didn't seem to take mimicry as the highest form of flattery, fuming and thumping her gloves together, enough to make her breasts jiggle. "I knew I broke up with your creepy ass for a reason," she hissed venomously.
"Yea, because you're a boring lay! Really dodge the bullet on this one, Finn!" Marceline threw her head back and laughed as Bubblegum's face went more red than pink in fury.
She ran across the ring before the bell could sound, and when Marcy’s head came back down from her laughter the candy princess hit the vampire queen dead on the chin. Peppermint Butler hurried to hit the bell, but Marceline had already leveled her head again, eyes gleaming like a cat's and hissing bitterly back at PB. The pink fighter threw a follow up swing after her, only for Marcy to thrust her right arm into her way and deflect it while her left swung a hit into the princess' soft stomach. Bubblegum's eyes popped up a few sizes from the blow, encouraging Marceline to grab onto her arm as she swung away a rapid set of hook up into her guts, mashing her mushy pink belly in as the crowd started to go wild, cheering one or the other on.

PB shoved at her opponent, desperate to get away from the beatdown, just for Marceline to swing a wider hook to slug the pink princess across the face and send her staggering back. “Too fat, too slow, Pinky Pie!” Marceline snapped, sending a bitter follow-up kick into PB’s round butt to send her stumbling to the mats.

Peppermint Butler trotted to ringside to quickly start the count. “1! 2!” That was all it took for Bubblegum to snarl and rise to one knee, swinging a precise pink punch into the crotch of Marceline's jean shorts. The vampire let out a loud choking noise as the audience spiked in approving cheers, several rising out of their seats in excitement (Iceclops blocking the view of a good dozen or so onlookers). Marceline's legs crossed as her gloved hands cupped at her crotch, leaning forward as Bubblegum wound up and smashed her fist right into Marceline's face. Spit flew from her lips as she flopped over backward, flat on her back as the minty butler started another count. He reached 3 before Marceline boosted herself up, wriggling her nose to find it busted to a sharp right angle. She snarled and applied her shapeshifting to snap it back into place as she glared daggers at PB, who bobbed on her feet with her gloves up and ready for her.

"Too fat, too slow, you say? Then who's the one copying my shape right now, you jealous little zombie fucker?" the princess snapped at her, the mics at ringside booming the insults to the rest of the crowd. Marceline's eyes flared red, moving after Bubblegum in a thrashing rage. PB took a few thumps to her cheeks, but stayed mostly on defense, sneaking in the occasional body blow when Marceline's wild swings went too far off target. The mostly-human women jiggled with each swing, whether or not they even hit given their soft figures.

Marceline finally snaked around one of the princess' punches, lunging in close and mashing her body into hers. It flattened PB into the corner, soft bellies and bare tits mashed together. Bubblegum swung her arms up to try and get some hits in, but their close proximity making them near useless at that range.
"Still like fisting my pussy I see, Bonnabell," Marceline hissed close to her face, leaning in to press her knee dominantly against the pink princess' crotch and grind slowly. "Still get you hot? You miss having a real lover for a change?"
PB was clearly a mix of frustrated and furious with her, trapped and left to her tormenting. It was then that Marcy whipped her head back and forth, smashing her forehead into Princess Bubblegum's. A dense, resounding thud sounded as their head connected, Bubblegum clearly reeling from the headbutt but kept sandwiched between the corner and Marcy's own big gray jugs.
"What's the matter, gummy guts? Don't wanna kiss me any more!?" Marceline snarled viciously, baring her teeth before sending out another smashing headbutt into her.

"What's all that about?" Finn asked as Jake wriggled his arm around to get a better angle with his camera.
"Oh yea. Word on the street is that Marceline and the princess dating like a jillion years ago. Break up got ugly, so this whole thing's been boilin' over all these years."
"Wait, if PB and Marcy are both girls...?"
"I'll tell ya when you're older, okay? Just enjoy the show."
“I AM older! Ah, nevermind,” Finn yielded as he folded his arms, not wanting to miss the fight.

Marceline had meanwhile kept the trapping position and hit Bubblegum with a third headbutt, as if refusing to use her gloves. PB sank into the ropes in a visible daze, sliding down the turnbuckle slowly as Marceline finally backed away, letting the princess fall to her hands and knees trying to blink her vision straight again. She started to look up when Marceline slammed a bare foot into her face, spinning her back into the corner, left grabbing the ropes to stay bent over.

Bubblegum leaned into the corner, spitting outside the ring as Marceline cackled. The princess took the strings of her glove in her teeth, tugging on them until she could slide the glove off while she leaned on the turnbuckle. She spun around to instantly grab a chunk of Marceline's tangled mess of hair, ripping downward to get the pale vampire to scream in surprise and pain. As she was bent over, PB wound up with her gloved hand and rapidly beat into Marceline's face with it, cutting off her high pitched scream with loud, thick grunts from the heavy hits.

Finn stared slack-jawed at them. “What the stuff!? Is that in the rules for this royal duel stuff?” He and Jake turned to Peppermint Butler, who threw up his stubby arms in defeat.
"Hey, bro, don’t look at me! I'm not getting in there!"

"What about the rounds?" Jake offered, the candyman checking a pocket watch. He waited the last few seconds as Bubblegum released her grip on Marceline's hair, smashing her dead in the eye with her bare knuckle. The minty man servant's watch pinged and he trotted over to ring the bell for round one, Bubblegum releasing Marceline who nearly sunk to the mats instantly. She managed to steady herself on one knee, and when Bubblegum turned to go to her corner, Marcy shoved her in the back.
"Hey!" Bubblegum snapped back, staggering and then whipping around to face her again, marching to get face to face with her, and more noticeably bust to bust.
"You shouldn't mess with a queen, little princess! You know I can suck you dry, while all you can do is just plain suck!" Marceline sneered at her, her tongue flicking out like a snake's to flicker at her lips as PB shouted right back at her, trying to talk over one another.
"I've been sick and tired of your worthless, irresponsible ass! I'm actually running a kingdom while you're just floating around, too lazy to WALK let alone rule anything!"

Peppermint Butler slid his disc-like body under the ropes to get between them and urge them apart with his little arms, even his short arm's length. "Okay! Come on! Round time, remember? Cool your jets, ladies! Oh, and princess."

Marceline backed away, snarling. "Hide behind your candy walls, sugar tits. Cuz I'm gonna eat you alive in this ring tonight!"
The women were handed off stools by their attendants (Mr Cupcake and a random skeleton) that slid under them as they sat into their corners. They washed off a bit the sweat on their heaving jugs and faces as they leered daggers across at eachother.
"Do you, ah... need me to put your glove back on?" Peppermint Butler offered, indicating the boxing glove that the princess had tossed aside a few moments ago.
"Leave it off. In fact, give that walking corpse an ultimatum. And tell Starchy to have an extra grave ready for tonight."
The crowd watched as Peppermint Butler went to Marceline's corner, talking quietly with her until the vampire queen nodded with a slow smirk. The crowd mixed with cheers and mutters and hasty potty breaks as the candyman took up a megaphone again. "Alright, listen up, yo!" he boomed to the crowd. "The rules of the royal duel have been changed, and accepted by both combatants! First off, there will be no round breaks after this one, ending in two minutes! Second off, there will be no gloves required!"
Bubblegum removed her remaining glove, while Marceline held up her fists and her gloves vanished in a puff of black magic smoke.
"The ladies can do and use anything they want until one is unconscious or judged no longer able to fight!"
The crowd erupted in hoots and cheers as Princess Bubblegum gave a slitting throat motion across the ring at Marceline. The vampiress briefly changed her face into that of a wolf-like demon, snarling and baring its oversized teeth at her before morphing back to her pretty, pale face.

"Ugly breakup, huh?" Finn asked, leaning his elbows on his knees curiously.
"Butt-ugly breakup," Jake emphasized.

"Here we go! I'ma ring this bell one more time and then it's officially ON!" Peppermint Butler called to fighters and crowd alike in a final warning. He hammered the bell and hurried away from the ring to take a seat, knowing he wouldn't be needed until one of them was passed out on the mats or worse.

Bubblegum and Marceline came forward at a determined pace, PB throwing a punch dead into Marceline's chin as she approached. It hit home, Marceline's face whipping back a moment as she powered through it, taking the hit to throw a quick uppercut into Bubblegum's. The women traded a few furious swings for eachothers' faces before Princess Bubblegum landed a jab of her fingers into Marceline's throat. The vampire queen went down to her knees, clutching her throat and gagging as PB raised her fists, linking them and bringing them down in a hammer blow to the back of her head. The gray girl grunted as she flopped onto her belly in the middle of the ring, flattening her tits under her bodyweight. She growled and tried to push herself back up, but without the boxing rules, PB was free to drop down and ram her knee into Marcy's spine.
"AUGHH!" She gave a sharp cry, only louder when PB grabbed hold of one of her arms and legs, pulling back to bend her out of shape like a bow and arrow.
"Thought it was going to get easier with the gloves off, dumbass?!" the princess grunted at her, grinding her knee in as she pulled it in deeper with the hold.
Marceline screamed a few seconds more before she reached up and backward, grabbing hold of PB's long pink hair and pulling hard. PB screamed as she lost her grip, grabbing for her hair and falling to one side. Marceline swung a leg over her midsection, straddling her and throwing both of her fists down like pistons into Bubblegum's soft tits. She screamed and writhed under her, throwing her hands up to try and stop her attacks that threatened to punch her nipples out through her back.
"Like your new boob job yet, gummy!?" Marceline sneered proudly at her barrage of punches. "Or need me to give em a reduction?" Marceline pulled her hands back to open her fists into baring her nails, reaching to gouge into them as Bubblegum caught her wrists in mid-thrust.
"The work's sloppy," PB snarled. "How do you like YOURS!?" She lunged forward and bit into Marceline's nearest nipple to her face, the dangling tit stretched out as PB pulled back like a dog. Marceline screeched and tried to pull away, only managing to stretch and maul it worse.
"AHHH! You stupid dyke! The fuck you get off biting a vampire!?" Marcy raged, grabbing at her head and hair to try and force her off her teat. Marcy finally reached her fingers into PB's mouth, raking her nails along the insides of her cheeks. The pink princess had to scream after a few agonizing seconds, allowing Marceline to yank her head off her tit and palm the back of her head. "Hope you're still hungry, fuckbait!" Marceline screamed into her face before zipping across the ring, shoving her face first into the turnbuckle.
PB connected with a metallic clang and bounced off it, falling out of her foe's grip and laying limp and dazed on the mat for a moment as her brains sorted themselves back out. Meanwhile, Marceline slid from the ring, rubbing at her bitten tit and noting how it shone red from the fresh injury.
She growled reached into the ring, rolling Bubblegum over to the ropes and taking hold of her hair. She brushed it back to keep it out of her dizzied, pretty face, then sliding her head between the ropes before she jumped up and slammed her neck into the bottom rope. PB's head tried to bounce back up with a wet cough, but Marceline's grip kept pulling down and choking her over the rope. "What now?! No smartass comments or brainiac facts to spit out now, whore?!" Marceline pulled down on the hair until small clumps were coming off in her hands, Princess Bubblegum's body still in the ring as it flopped and kicked wildly like a docked fish.
Marcy finally let go, shaking her hands to shed what flecks of pink hair stayed in her fingers while Bubblegum stayed propped over the ropes, gagging and coughing messily as she drooled over her chin and chest, bracing her arms on the ropes to ease the pressure off her neck but unable to move out of the way yet. This suited Marceline fine, as she pulled up the ring apron and fished around. It gave the crowd a view of her big wiggling hips before coming back up brandishing a folding chair, getting excited gasps and shouts from the crowd, cheering or warning depending on their favorite fighter.
Marceline wound up and swung the chair like a baseball bat, smashing the flat of the metal into PB's face. A resounding smack went across the arena as the impact threw Bubblegum back into the ring, rolling weakly to the middle of the ring holding her face. Marceline shouted wordlessly in triumph, holding the chair up with a splatter of the princess' red-pink blood left behind on her chair. The crowd went wild as Marcy seductively lapped the blood off her weapon with her long, serpentine tongue, and Bubblegum removed her hand from her face to see the blood coming from her split lip and mouth.
Marceline slid the chair into the ring ahead of her before following suit, crawling in before picking her weapon back up.

"I'm pretty sure I saw a boxing once," Finn said distantly at ringside. "I'm pretty sure this wasn't in it."
Marceline started to let Bubblegum rise when she raised the chair and spiked one of its legs into her side. “Come on! Get up, bitch! I’m not done tearing you apart!” Bubblegum curled up and rolled onto her back, holding her tender side as Marceline raised the chair overhead like a club. As she swung down for her again, Bubblegum raised a foot and kicked upward, her sole smacking into the flat of the chair. It bounced back up and out of control, smacking Marceline herself in the face when it whipped back upward.
"AGHH!" The vampiress shouted in surprise and pain as she grabbed her face, staggering backward as Bubblegum was able to rise to her knees. Marceline stopped seeing stars long enough to spot her, charging and raising the chair again but this time Bubblegum charged in low, tackling her around the waist.
The force knocked Marceline onto her back and left the chair to fall out of control into a random corner, giving Bubblegum the opportunity to climb onto Marcy's waist and deliver a storm of punches down onto her face. The pale queen was too shell shocked to fight back, her head whipping side to side as each fist crashed down with increasing brutality and rage.
"How you like that, you gutter slut!? You're going to wish you were mortal when I'm done with you! I'm going to beat you brainless until the sun comes up and leave you to cook in this ring!"

Marceline was too punchdrunk to respond, and when PB stopped to catch her breath a moment and rest her arms, the vampire's eyes rolled and her banged up head lolled to one side drooling and coughing. "Get your scrawny ass up," Bubblegum snarled at her, grabbing her by one arm and dragging her to her knees. She lugged her over to the nearest edge of the ring and shoved her into it, letting her back rest against unsteadily. PB helped keep her in place by grabbing her arms and pulling them between the ropes, looping them carefully to snap the elastic cords around her arms, trapping them draped behind her back.

Marceline gave a few futile tugs at the binding ropes before Bubblegum took a step back to smirk down at her. "Having fun yet, scream queen? Cuz I Know I am." She swung a fist down in a hammer blow, crushing one of Marceline's boobs as she coughed wetly from the impact on her chest. PB slammed down her other fist to her other breast, and was soon smashing her breasts around like a pair of overstuffed punching bags.
Marcy was soon thrashing and wailing as her pale skin bruised over in smears of ugly purple around her tits, puffing them up even bigger with the swelling. "What's the matter? Don't like it rough like you used to?" PB asked in a mocking tone. "Oh wait. You were always more of a biter, now weren't you?"
Marceline shook her head desperately, face twisted in agony and jerking at her restraints but still powerless to get free quickly enough. Bubblegum grinned down at her and dropped to her knees.
"No! No no no!! Get off!" the vampire queen shouted, wriggling wildly but unable to do much but stomp her heels on the mat as Bubblegum grabbed one of her swollen tits, squeezing it in between her hands to wrench a choked cry out of her ex before biting her teeth into the puffy grey nipple.
Marceline screamed louder than ever as Bubblegum tore into her like a savage dog rather than a royal (although Catfight Princess in the crowd was going nuts at this point; "WOOOO! CATFIGHT KINGDOM!"). The bound vampire could do little to defend herself but jerk from side to side, trying to rip her flesh from the candy princess' teeth. The pink fighter kept a grip on her opponent's waist to minimize these attempts, ripping away until an especially mournful wail of pain came from Marceline, throwing her head back as she felt PB's teeth punch into the flesh right around her nipple and blood trickling down it among the princess' saliva.
The mix of fluids finally let Marceline pull back and sob heavily, wincing as she tried to curl up and protect her battered and bleeding body. Bubblegum wiped her lips, smirking as she spit the mouthful of blood onto the vampire's face.
"Taste as bad as you look," she snarled before sliding out of the ring behind her. Marceline could only sit trapped as PB lifted the ring apron to root around for more instruments of destruction behind her victim. She came across a short length of spare steel cable for the various rafters and structures, rolling it out with a grin as her mind raced with ideas for further binding and strangling Marcy.
PB suddenly cried out as she was grabbed from behind. Marceline's arms were still wedged through the ropes, but they were able to reach her as she was so close by! Her nails raked at the princess' face from behind, screaming as she was pulled back into the ring apron. As her back braced against it, Marcy rotated her head all the way around (another benefit of undeath) and bared her fangs, eyes lighting up red.
"You owe me some blood, candyass!" she hissed before biting into Bubblegum's forehead. The crowd went wild as Marcy got her payback by jabbing her vampiric fangs into PB's face, biting deep as the princess screamed in a primal rage from the pain. Marcy didn't even bother drinking her redness, just set on hurting the pink princess as her teeth ripped two long cuts along her forehead, letting the blood run over PB's eyes and lips as she howled in pained fury.
"You really are a sweet one as I remember," Marceline snarled. She shoved into PB's back, knocking her to the ground and using her leverage to slip her arms free from the ropes. She rubbed her arms to get the feeling back in them, PB curling up on the floor outside the ring clutching her bloodied face and kicking her feet spastically.
The vampire paced a bit at the ropes for a bit before smiling and floating up to the top of the nearest turnbuckle.
"Come on, you pink pussy. Get up," she mocked, Bubblegum taking several more seconds to drag herself up dizzily, wiping the blood from her eyes as Marceline leapt off. "Vampire Kick!" She threw a high flying dropkick into Bubblegum's already injured face, launching her back into the guardrails that separated them from the bloodthirsty fans. Marceline, meanwhile, floated neatly to a stop just above the ground, pretending to lounge back in midair despite her bruised and bleeding chest.
The crowd cheered on her showboating as she went after Bubblegum, looking dazed but reaching behind her and grabbing a fan's rootbeer bottle. She swung it back hand across Marcy's face, shattering to deliver a few shallow cuts across her cheek and splashing a mix of rootbeer and glass into her eyes. “Hey, I was drinking that…” Cinnamon Bun whined dimly, but went ignored. The vampire screamed horrifically, Bubblegum landing an opportunistic punch into her belly, but Marcy recovering quickly with a vicious uppercut to her chin.

It smashed PB hard enough to send her toppling to the ground, groaning and holding her throbbing, bleeding head. Marcy wiped her eyes and stumbled after her, kicking her legs apart before landing a knee drop onto the princess' crotch of her boxer shorts.
"UAHHHH! GLOB DAMN YOU, BITCH!" she shrieked, holding her pussy and thrashing like a fish on dry land as the vampire stood back up.
"Aww, that hurt you, candy corn cunt?" she baby talked at her, grabbing the waist of her shorts and pulling upward. It ripped the bottoms off the princess entirely, leaving her naked on the dirty arena floor. Marcy grabbed under the ring again, this time coming back with a spare claw hammer used in the construction. "Then I'd love to see how you answer to THIS!"
She hopped up a bit and smashed the hammer blunt end first into PB's unguarded twat.
"AUGHHHH! NO NO NOOOO!" PB screeched, cupping her crotch and rolling. Marceline laughed uproariously, spraying the downed princess with her spit and sweat as PB finally parted her legs a bit to see the damage, finding the head of the hammer actually wedged inside her cunt lips and the handle sticking out.

"Takes a special kind of slut to get off on power tools!" Marceline mocked her hurting foe, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her along after her towards the ring. The princess staggered along after her on her tip toes, the cold iron of the hammer still inside her and dangling out of her pussy as she walked and the crowd laughed at her expense. Her attacker charged towards the ring, hurling Bubblegum for the steel steps leading up to the ring. PB hit it hard and awkwardly tumbled over it, knocking it loose as she landed on the other side.

Marceline kicked the stairs aside to get at her, Bubblegum crawling weakly on all fours and holding her crotch, finally forcing the hammer out and throwing it aside. Marceline reached for her hair again, but recoiled with a metallic clanging noise. Bubblegum rose up, having landed on the side of the ring where Marceline had placed her guitar/axe, and smashed Marceline across the face with the blunt, stringed head of the weapon. The imprint of several of the strings marked her face as Marceline staggered drunkenly away from her, letting the furious and pained princess wind up and bash her in the back of the skull with it, letting another off note ring out as the chords hit her in the head. Marceline had to fall slumped forward, leaning over the guardrail and trying to push up with both arms. "Hungry, bitch!? Maybe if you ate at all you'd have actual curves and not look like such a dyke!"
Bubblegum came up behind her, grabbing a fan's bowl of chilli fries from them and shoving it into Marceline's face, grinding the hot grease and stinging chilli into her face and eyes.

"Hey, I was eating that!" Cinnamon Bun objected again, but was drown out by Marceline's gurgled screams as she choked on the messy food that scalded her skin. PB let her go at last, letting the mess fall off her as she spat and wiped her face, trying to get her eyes to stop watering from the chilli powder stuck in them. And ugh, was that garlic?
"You were always such a slob," the princess hissed, and Marceline felt the steel cable from before slide over her head and around her neck. PB gouged two fingers up her nostrils, pulling back on her head and forcing her mouth open. "Didn't you ever learn to floss!?"
Marceline suddenly tasted metal as PB pulled up on the chord, yanking it tightly into her mouth. She realized what she was doing as the metal wire grew tight, pressing against her overgrown fangs with increasing pressure. Marceline screeched and protested in garbled speech, flailing for Bubblegum but unable to get a good grip on her body shuddered and panicked in pain. PB kept up the relentless pressure for several more seconds before there was a metallic twang, similar to the sounds the guitar had made but more industrial sounding, and accented by the gurgling noises of Marceline as her fangs popped loose and out of her mouth.
The crowd shouted in mixed horror and approval as PB pulled the cord out, Marceline's face pale (or paler) and horrified as she pawed at her face, her mouth bleeding and missing her trademark fangs.
"Teach you to bite me!" Bubblegum shouted in her ear.
"You bit me first, you slag!" Marcy sputtered back angrily, spraying blood as she turned around to face her. PB was waiting to headbutt her in the face, splashing the blood over both the female fighters.

As Marceline reeled and leaned on the railing, Bubblegum yanked down her shorts, leaving the vampire just as naked as she was. She threaded the metal wire through her legs, then pulled up sharply, giving her a steely wedgie that had Marceline, still reeling from the pain in her mouth, squealing in pain from the crushing of her thick clit into her hips.
"Can't imagine how filthy that cobwebbed old thing is!" Bubblegum snarled, flossing the steel back and forth to crush and twist her inner pussy flesh. Marceline grabbed at her arms, trying to stop the twat torture before she twisted her hand around to instead gouge her nails into Bubblegum's pussy, grabbing her labia and twisting it like a doorknob.

PB's face twisted in agony as she let go of the cable, falling to her knees as Marceline maintained the cunt claw. Both breathed heavily, enduring the blinding pain a moment before Marceline also grabbed PB by the neck, lifting her up off the ground and body slamming her nearby, right on top of the broken glass from the bottle. PB screamed and quickly rolled to her side, clawing at her back where various bits of glass had stuck to her back and hair.

Marceline was sweating and bleeding buckets, but after a moment to catch her breath, grabbed PB by one arm. "Come on..." she panted wearily. "Come on, you little cunt. I'm gonna finish you once and for all."
She tossed PB into the ring like a rag doll, sliding after herself. She hefted the princess up again before Irish whipping her into a corner, getting a quick but weary scream from her as her wounded back struck the pads. Marcy rushed after her to smash into her belly shoulder first, wincing at the pain herself as the impact rattled her old wounds, but Bubblegum looked ready to vomit from the blow.

"Liked your work with the ropes before," the vampire queen panted, sneering with a sick sadism in her state of exhaustion and blood loss. "Reminds me what a sick little fuck you are. So let's try some of your own experiments on you, your highness."
Marcy lifted up one of PB's weary arms and ripped a handful of gummy hair from her scalp. She shrieked briefly, but was too punchdrunk to resist as Marceline tied one of her arms to the top rope. She grabbed the other, but this time she wrapped the arm around the ringpost itself, no binding except her own gripping claws. She twisted it at a painful angle, PB's elbow visibly bulging from the joint.
Bubblegum winced in pain, throwing a desperate knee into Marcy's gut. She jiggled and bent over a bit, but snarled and transformed her legs into a mess of black tentacles, lashing out with them to bind her legs down and together.
"No interrupting my playtime," she snarled, eyes flashing red and baring what teeth she had left.

"Is this part of the honor duel thing?" Finn asked hesitantly at ringside.
Peppermint Butler shrugged. "Princesses and kings killed eachother all the time in ancient history. Sometimes in honor duels."
"Just not with tentacles they didn't," Finn added. "...did they?"
"Eh. Probably," Jake dismissed, keeping his eyes and camera locked on the fight as it neared its peak.

Marceline slowly increased her pressure, sweating with the effort while Bubblegum bit back screams and thrashed as her arm was bent out of shape. Marceline pulled and twisted her limb like taffy, eventually working it enoug that the limb stretched longer, getting even more agonized howls out of Bubblegum. Her bubblegum candy DNA kept her stretching and elastic, but it didn't keep Marceline from inflicting explosive torture on her joint and limb.
Bubblegum sweated and panted, her breasts heaving in labored breaths as her unfocused eyes leer back at Marceline. "I can do this all night," she panted, thrusting her big pink chest into Marcy's defiantly.
"Oh, I know," the vampire grinned wickedly with her bloodied teeth and lips, giving an extra twist of her arm to get her skin and muscles at its tightest, bent painfully around the ringpost. "I was just getting it ready for this!"
Marceline then bit down onto the muscle between Bubblegum's bicep and shoulder, pulling and twisting on the limb with her claws. Bubblegum screamed and thrashed wildly as the teeth tore at her gummy flesh and muscle. "Shouldn't have taken my fangs, bitch," Marceline snarled before returning to biting at the limb like a mad butcher. Bubblegum screamed bloody murder for several long seconds until there was a snap like a rubber band, and Bubblegum's arm came loose in Marcy's mouth and hands.
Even as Bubblegum howled and tried to grab at her stub of an arm with her bound arm, there was actually no real blood, but the crowd went wild all the same. Marceline held the removed appendage over her head, already taking a bit of a more gooey and gum-like texture now that it was removed from the main body.
"Who want to see this cow get ripped limb from limb!?" she roared, turning and swinging the sloppy arm to slap the sobbing Bubblegum across the face with it. She laughed cruelly and turned around to show the crowd as she rolled the limb into a ball, tossing it into her mouth with a quick chomp and chewing it to a point where she could blow a thick pink bubble with it, jovially popping it to show the limb truly lost and devoured.
As she showboated, PB slowed her panting and tears, staring at the limb that was cut off a few inches from her shoulder. Looking at it intently, she took a deep breath, wincing and controlling her muscles as her face turned redder (under the mask of caked blood anyway). Only the closest of the watching crowd could see as the gooey center of her body shifted, her skin rippling and rolling a bit until more noticeably, her breasts started to shrink.

Bubblegum forced her concentration away from Marceline's mocking and brutality, focusing on her meditation practice to shift the weight through her body. The candy matter slid into her shoulder, and forcing even tighter concentration, the arm started to regrow. It took some delicate focus, but the limb shaped itself rapidly, even fingers still in tact. Sure, her tits were down to mere B cups, but she had a shot again. She decided to put the new arm to good use, as Marceline had failed to notice at all. PB ripped the hair from her limb to free herself and slid her legs out from the loosely gripping tentacles. She rushed from behind the vampire queen as the crowd shouted in excitement or warning, just before Bubblegum smashed both fists like a hammer into Marcy's neck from behind.
The vampiress went down hard to all fours, holding her neck as Bubblegum rained stomps on her vulnerable back and spine.
"You stupid little shit! You fuck with me!? You wanna break me!? This' what you get, you useless, centuries-old cunt! I'll kill you! I'll kill you myself!" she exploded in fury, releasing all her pain and rage in her verbal and phsyical attacks. When Marceline looked ready to collapse completely, she grabbed her by the waist and one leg, lifting her up off the ground and dragging her to the ropes before slamming her down, impaling her pale grey pussy on the ropes and getting another teary-eyed, choking scream from the beaten shapeshifter. She could only hold the ropes for balance, shivering and gagging as her pussy was crushed and tortured again, only for PB to spin and punch her in the face to put her flat on the mat. Marceline barely had time to wriggle and moan before Bubblegum jumped onto her belly, making her grunt as her still hefty hips landed on her. Marcy choked a moment before PB locked her hands around her throat and squeezed mercilessly.

"You cost me my tits you greedy little PIG!" Bubblegum roared at her, shaking her neck and gouging her thumb into her windpipe. Marceline's eyes fluttered as she gagged for air, clawing wildly at Bubblegum's face and tits. Neither gave her much grip, left to just paw and scrape at them with shallow scratches, ignored by PB's fury. Her lower body shifted into various forms, scrolling through a scaly reptile to a hairy beast to a writhing serpent, but her head remained the same, cut off from the changes by the chokehold. She gagged and spat up a messy stream of saliva, finally letting her natural body shift back, plus an extra tendril or two (left behind from her last form) laying slack. Apparently with all her powers, the power to breathe was one of her more pivotal ones.
Not content with the quiet demise of her hated rival, Bubblegum raised her freshly regrown hand to form a claw before ramming her fingers into the vampire queen's eyes. Marceline screamed hoarsely through her strangled throat as the two strong fingers gouged in deep, putting pressure on the tender sensory organs as her limbs flapped and flopped pathetically, PB breathing heavily and arm flexing to a point of bulging with effort to finish her off.

Suddenly the pressure tightened further, though this one accompanied by a scream from Princess Bubblegum. She straightened up sharply, revealing that one of Marceline's tentacles had snaked out into the crowd, retrieving her trusty battleaxe and having hacked it into PB's vulnerable side. The princess sat up to release Marceline, who inhaled loudly and wetly at the sudden ability to breathe. Bubblegum wailed and ripped the tentacle from the weapon, grabbing the handle and trying to delicately tear it free without hurting herself further. Her eyes watered with the pain as Marceline herself staggered to her feet, Bubblegum trying to manage the pink, gooey blood running down her side.

Marcy threw all her weight into a kick for Bubblegum's knee, getting a satisfying crack as the princess fell screaming, holding her dislocated knee with one hand and the axe, still stuck in her side, with the other. The vampire rose and grabbed hold of PB's hair in a sharp, strong grip, so exhausted she could only move by pouring all her rage and vengeful hate into her muscles.
"Don't! Please, don't drink me!" Bubblegum gasped out, eyes wide and fuzzy with pain.

"Sure thing, sugar tits," Marceline sneered with her mouth full of fangs. True to her word, she raised a leg and braced her foot on PB's shoulder. One hand braced under her chin, the other in her gummy hair, pushing down with the foot as her other hands pulled up. PB screamed and spasmed as her neck stretched and stretched, her neck going as far as Marceline could pull it as it thinned out until it was no thicker than a rubber band.

"AOOOW! NO! NO! STOP IT!" PB screamed wildly in her grip, at this point Marcy so far off with her pull that she couldn't even reach her if she had the strength left.
"Say 'hey' to the nosebleed seats for me, bitch!" Marceline crowed before giving one extra hard rip. The elastic nature of her body made the neck snap loose, flying off into the bleachers as the crowd gasped, gagged, or cheered as Princess Bubblegum's still living, still screaming head flew over the first several rows like a foul ball. It plopped into Muscle Princess' lap with a wet squish, Bubblegum's head still wheezing and eyes fluttering, apparently still perfectly alive. Her body flopped to the mat, naked and powerless, however.
"Tell..." Bubblegum wheezed wearily. "Tell Peppermint Butler that the fight is over... and get the healing tanks ready." Her head then shut its eyes, flopping limply in the other princess' lap... snoring loudly and drooling over one cheek.

Peppermint Butler seemed to get the message all on his own, the bell sounding as the crowd exploded into cheers and Marceline struggled to pull her axe out of her opponent's body. She was tired and dizzy, so it didn't come easily, deciding to leave it for now and just raising her fist over her head to the crowd. Off in the Nightosphere, Hunson elbowed a torture demon in the ribs. "Ha! That's my girl! Only a thousand years old and STILL ripping the heads off royalty! Couldn't be prouder! You show em who's immortal, baby!"

A few candy kingdom folk started scraping together the spare bits of Princess Bubblegum and her dozing head. Mr. Cupcake stepped in to rip the axe from her and hand it back to Marceline, who slung it over her back so it was the only thing she was left wearing. She slid out of the ring at last, a bloodied and sweaty mess, before leaning over to kiss Finn on the cheek and strut her way out of the ring.
"That was nuts, huh?" Finn asked, fidgeting in his seat trying to deal with his confused arousal.
"That, buddy, is what we call a fetish," Jake said confidently as reeled in his arm like a measuring tape to fetch his camera.

Fight Like A Girl

doodled this one up between commissions. wanted a few things in particular in this fight, which might not be for everyone but hopefully was suitably epic all the same. Came to me when confused by a breast cancer charity with the same slogan on it
Factors: overweight fighters, mature/old fighters, boxing (never did one for myself), and “grossness.”
Gross not being anything beyond some spit and blood, but the tone just being really brutal and rough. The women are out of shape, amateurs, personally HATE eachother, and are too old for this, and things get sweaty and vicious REAL fast.


The final event of Fight Like A Girl was at hand, and the turnout was incredible. The whole thing had been with the best of intentions; to raise awareness and money for breast cancer, the community of Blackstaff, South Dakota had arranged a charity tournament. The men and women around town volunteered to participate in boxing and wrestling matches, as they preferred, sporting pink attire and selling tickets to their bouts. It had been a fair success so far, but it was all coming to a head when Grace Tanner would be throwing down with Francine Bigsby.

Grace and Fran were the big ticket items, and everyone knew it. They believed in the cause, certainly. But they had been mutely bitter rivals for some time, and this event was just a way to settle things between them. They were both active in the community, volunteer events, just about every bakesale or book club or generally organized happening in town. They were also the owners of some of the biggest tits in the area, both known to stretch out their share of sweaters with their mammoth F cup busts.

They were both in their early 50s, Grace with naturally tanned skin, long blond hair, and long legs, though her body was seeing its signs of age and gaining some softness around the middle and particularly in her once sought-after thighs.

Fran was on the pale side, with short, red curly hair to further indicate her Irish heritage. She had wide hips and a bit more weight than Grace, on the chubby side of things and notably a bit shorter.

Neither had much fighting experience, and their bodies had seen better days, but it didn’t keep from their match selling so well that the last few donors had to bring their own seats or stand in the back. The whole thing took place under a carnival-like tent, draped over a traditional second-hand wrestling ring. People knew the bad blood between the two old milfs, and even if their aggression didn’t make the match shine, the sheer amount of jiggling would be more than enough for the male onlookers to get their money’s worth.

The women trotted up in tank tops and boxing shorts, the low-cut shirts drawing their share of catcalls each. Both wore white and pink in matching with the theme of the charity, notably bright pink boxing gloves on each of them. The ladies got into their corners, much jiggling involved squeezing their full figures and fuller racks through the ropes. They loosened up a bit in their corners as they glared daggers at eachother. The charity was really just their excuse to settle this once and for all, the long feud between them.
The ring itself was a bit like the fighters. Big, soft and saggy from years of use. It was also set up inside a tent, as if a carnival attraction, to keep people from seeing without donating. The flaps only went so low, so there was air circulating through the tent, but less so the closer one got to the ring.

The bell rang for the older women to get to it, and Fran and Grace were keen to start. They both made their way out to the middle of the ring, light on their feet as they could manage at their age but clearly unfamiliar with any actual boxing training.

“You are all mine, bitch,” Grace taunted across the ring, losing all pretense of this being a simple game.
Fran straightened her back, thrusting her big tits out further as they approached. “I think I’ll have those beaten jugs of yours mounted when I’m done with you,” she boasted back.
“Like you’ve mounted every man in town already, whore?”
“Better than a dried up twat who couldn’t get laid to save her life!”
Seeming to cross a threshold of rage, Grace reared back a fist and swung a hard blow across Frans’ face. It sent her reeling, face flying back as she lost all footing, her chest bouncing uncontrollably.

Grace followed her closely, taking wide wild swings at her that Fran merely had to raise her arms again to cut off their incoming paths. Their thick arms slapped together audibly along with the thump of connecting gloves, Fran backing up to avoid another headshot. She waited for Grace to start to tire a bit before she shot forward, swinging a glove to slam into the blond's tit. She gave a quick gasp as the jug bashed back into her lungs, giving Fran reach enough to take another pace back and send several more slow, unpracticed jabs into her tits, making them bounce and squash under her gloves as the crowd started to really pick up the volume.

Grace lunged forward herself, grabbing Fran around the neck with her gloved arms, her tan skin clashing with Fran's as their voluptuous bodies mashed into one another. She hung on like she'd seen in the boxing videos she'd watched to prepare for the fight (because fuck exercise and practice), but loosened one arm to reach down and hook it into the side of Fran's flabby belly. The paler woman huffed as the air was beat out of her further, moving her meaty legs to try and break free or shove her loose. Grace hit her in the same soft spot a few more times, but Fran got her gloves around her own shoulders, yanking back on a crude handful of Grace's blond hair before hammering a pair of blows into her chin.

Grace's head rocked from the hits, staggering back a bit drunkenly before Fran wound up and hurled a hearty blow right into the fleshy meat of Fran's lower belly. "AUHHHH!" she blurted wordlessly as she grabbed at her stomach with one gloved hand, losing her balance and calling to her knees and one supporting arm. The ref at ringside started counting, Fran hopping up and down on her feet as her breasts bounced wildly, raising her  gloves proudly to the crowd.

1! 2! 3!
Grace coughed out a few hard breaths before pushing herself up, Fran too busy flexing and jiggling for the crowd. She still heard the count stop, turning to face Grace but with the blond having already lines up a shot at her sideboob. Both of Grace's gloves arced in and smashed into the sides of either tit, sandwiching them together with enough force to make Fran scream out in pain, the big, lightly veined orbs mangled between the gloves. Grace went as far as twisting her gloves, grinding the leather into the envied orbs.

"Let's see the silicone pop out of those ugly things!" Grace insisted, but despite the pain it left Fran quite an opening. She raised her glove and spiked its knuckles into Grace's breast bone, coughing hard as she tried to block her upper chest. Fran just moved in, using her lower height to arc and uppercut right into Grace's tit. This got a huge reaction as the tit flew up high enough to almost hit her in the face, crashing painfully into the redhead's nipple and dragging it up by it. The one breast popped free of her top, entangling Grace’s arm a bit and Fran unwilling to let the opportunity pass her by.

Fran moved in, wrapping an arm around Grace's exposed tit as if trying to get it in a headlock. Grace screamed in surprise and shoved at Fran's face with her gloves, the fat orb swelling a bit until the hard nipple poked out and her areola stretched from the squeeze. Fran ignored the shoving and drive her fist straight into Grace’s nipple, smashing it into her jug like she was trying to invert it. Labored grunts came from Grace with each hit, the nipple hardening from the attention only to be bashed in again.
Grace thrashed and shoved, finally breaking free with the shirt catching on Fran’s arm. Rather than try to free herself, she wrapped her arm around the top and pulled back, ripping it a bit before completely pulling off Grace’s top. The blonde's big, red and bruised breasts sprang free, confirming her lack of a bra for this fight. Grace was too furious to respond at first, but at last a bell rang. Fran dropped the shirt as they both went to their corners, the ref pausing a moment before sliding in to retrieve the shirt. It was gone now.

The women plopped into their stools, breathing heavily and showing some clear sweating in their hair and clothes, their age showing quickly as they stopped brawling for just a moment. As Fran’s 20-something son gave her water and used a wet cloth to towel her off, he checked her face. “She got  you good on that first shot,” he warned. “But not as bad as these.” He indicated the two swollen tits, irritated and red on the sides from the grinding attack.
“I know, they ache like crazy,” she groaned as her boy reached under her top to massage her chest muscles. She winced as they bounced with his rubbing, making a vague motion with her glove. “I can’t take it. Cut me open, baby.” Her son took the cue to take the straps of her top and pull them up, getting more hoots and catcalls as her F-cups bounced into view to match Grace’s.
Grace laid back in her corner, her husband massaging her various muscles and rubbing ointment over her plentiful scrapes and bruises. “Don’t let her get to you, hon,” he advised as his lotioned hand ran against her hard nipples and got a twitch and a hiss from the mature beauty. “You fight stupid when you’re angry. Make her move at your pace and cream the fat bitch. Think about winning, not just about hurting her.”
The way Grace glared across at Fran as she removed her top and received more catcalls didn’t convince him she was listening. The bell rang all the same, the women lugging themselves back up. Their age was becoming more immediately apparent, not from the wrinkles and stretch marks so much as the clear ache and fatigue in their worn muscles was visible, along with the husky grunts that went with their mere standing as well as any further thrown punches and absorbed hits.

Both women came out swinging, on a full offensive as their gloves swung at eachother in quick and wild jabs and arcs. Gloves thumped into eachother on intersecting paths, but never intentionally guarding anything. A few leathery smacks sounded as the crowd cheered and urged them on, finally a pink glove landing with a dense THUP into Fran's eye. The pale redhead stumbled as her legs almost gave out, the area around her eye reddening and showing early signs of swelling right away.
"How about a fat lip to match that fat ass?!" Grace growled, sending another vengeful fist smashing across Fran's face. Her head whipped unnaturally to one side as her spittle sprayed from her mouth, getting a cheer from the bloodthirsty crowd as the front couple of rows were surprised to have not seen a "you will get wet" sign around them.
Fran stumbled drunkenly to one side, slinging her meaty arms over the top rope to stay standing as her legs gave out beneath her. She groaned and tried pushing herself back up, wheezing as her huge bare chest and belly heaved with the effort of getting her muscles and brains back in place.
Grace did not give her that courtesy. As the ropes began digging into her belly fat and breasts, Fran pushed off to turn around and face the middle of the ring. Grace appeared before her blurred eyes and smashed her in the belly, spraying more spittle over her lips to mix with the heavy sweat that Grace had already worked up.

"The head, baby! Work the head!" her husband called, but Grace too infuriated to stop the beating around of her belly fat, letting the other mature amateur jiggle under her storm of fists. Fran pawed at the ropes with her gloves before she was forced to drop to the mat, her arms too weak and clumsy to hold on and falling. Fran moved as if to continue the beating before remembering the pretense of rules in this fight and pulling back, leaving her to groan in a daze on the mat.

1!2!3!
The count started up on Fran for the first time, though the stout redhead slower to rise than Grace had been. The exhaustion of the first round had sunk into her old muscles, and her right eye was throbbing. The crowd roared incoherently at the takedown, cheering one grandmother or another, and reached a new peak as Fran managed to raise a glove and grabbed the bottom rope. It was at 6 by the time she pulled herself up to her feet, leaning on the ropes wheezing as the mat was stained by the sweat and drool where she'd landed.

"Should have stayed down, you great white whale!" Grace snarled as she stormed after her, though a bit sluggish from her own fatigue and sweat-matted hair. It gave Fran a moment to crouch down and raise her gloves to shield her face, Grace's gloves soaked up by the leathery guardians but ringing a dull ache through her weary arms. Fran stooped down lower, Grace sneering madly down at her to think that her attack was smashing through her defense like a big-titted bulldozer. She was unaware that the crouching was fully intentional, and Fran suddenly rose up while smashing her glove upward into Grace's pussy.

A huge "OH!" from the crowd went off at the blunt smacking noise, Grace bending double instantly and mouth hanging open in an expression of stupefied pain. It hadn't come up before in the matches to declare it a foul or not, so nobody put a stop to it as Fran pulled herself back upright, leaning on the ropes a bit before sending another uppercut into her jaw. Grace flew back in a wild stagger, back pedaling like mad until she hit the opposite ropes, bouncing off them wearily just as the bell rang for round 2 to cease.

Both women had to be led to their stools by their men, looking about ready to pass out on their feet. Grace's husband checked her jaw with some light pressing and squeezing, but she couldn't stop groaning either way. "Does it hurt?" he pried, but she shook her head wearily.
"My pussy! Ohhh, god, I think she broke it!"
"Focus, hon! You almost had her!"
"I can't take it! It hurts so bad!"
"You got to. She's dead in the water. Look at her wobbling over there. You've been dyin' for this for months, now you can finally get her."

Fran was hardly better. She was slumped back into her stool, leaning over the ropes with her arms as her son pressed the ice pack on her badly swelling eye. He ran another wet cloth over his mother's curves, clearing out the irritating sweat from under her breasts and her softer regions.
"Just a little more, mom," he urged quietly but firmly. "You can win this."
"I know, I know, I just can't think straight."
"Don't think, just fight. She's almost down, just don't take any more big shots like that."
"Right, right," she muttered, looking wearily across the ring.
"Mom, stay with us," her son insisted, snapping his fingers. "You've got an audience for the fight you've been flipping out about for ages. Make it happen!"

Fran thumped her gloves together in reply, but with far less intensity than she might have 5 minutes ago. Both women lugged themselves up, looking like a stiff breeze could take them out at the right angle. Apparently, though a stiff breeze was stronger than the punches they were throwing now.

Fran moved in first to pepper Grace's cheeks with a few pink gloves, her chubby features jiggling with each snaking hit before she stomped onto Fran's foot. She yelped in surprise more than anything, but it cut her off and held her still enough for Grace to wind up and give a HUGE blow to Fran's face. By the time the glove moved to show her face again, her eyes were crossed as she fell to the mats, tits and belly crushed under her bodyweight as she splayed out on the mats.

Grace paced and breathed heavily through her lips, wiping her arm at the swollen cheeks. She looked to see that she must have bitten her tongue or something, since she saw some blood coming from her lips. Her posture and breathing showed her sudden fury as she moved after Fran, sluggishly pushing herself from the mats at 5. Not caring about the count, Grace grabbed onto Fran's shorts and pulled, baring her big ass for the crowd. The count stopped with Grace's interference, despite the cheering, and Fran could only wave her arms most uselessly back at her opponent as she tried to ride and fix her boxing shorts. Grace ignored her and wound up, backing up a pace before swinging her foot forward again.

Fran howled and twisted on the mats as Grace's boot buried its toe in her loose, aged pussy, spiking into her womanhood as she made inhuman noises in reaction to the pain. She beat the mat with her gloves and boots in reaction as the crowd "OH"'d even louder than the last cunt shot, Fran shedding tears and screaming until her drooled over the mats, clutching at her pussy with her glove. Grace paced around Fran and spit on her back, the redhead in too much agony and already sticky with sweat and bruises too much to care.

"Dirty fighting cunt! See how you like it!? That enoug to fill that slut pussy of yours, cow!? Get up! Get up, you fucking whore so I can kill you in this ring like a fucking dog! Or lay there and squeal like the pig queen you are before I finish you off!"

The crowd stomped and clapped in excitement, cheering as much for either fighter as just the continuing of the fight. Grace didn't strike at Fran again, though she took more than her ten-count catching her breath from the cheap shot and pulling up her trunks. She met eyes with her son and managed to drag herself to all fours, dry heaving there a moment before she forced herself to rise. Grace was waiting with her gloves up, but looked nearly hypervenalating herself. Grandmothers did not box for a reason, it so happened.

Both women jiggled as they danced awkwardly towards eachother, Fran fighting carefully as her blubbery thighs rubbed against her pained, throbbing pussy with nearly every move. Fran kept pace with her, throwing a swing for her hanging tits but Fran quick enough to evade it and send her own shot into her ribs. Grace jerked at the blow, trying a second shot just for Fran to evade it and strike her again in the same spot. Grace tried to cover and hit again, but Fran was finally fighting smart, pounding that same rib with the same quick shot as she'd found a weak spot in her defenses. There were honestly probably a few given her amateur fighting, but she found her sweet spot and kept hitting away. Fran growled and dove in after her, trying to exploit her cuntbreaking kick from earlier and gave a huge swing at her head. Fran ducked and winced in pain as she forced herself to rush past her, smashing into the rib with a running blow this time. There was a sharp crunch heard by the women and their corner boys, but merely a lound hard thud to those outside their reach.
Grace still went wide-eyed and clutched her side as she stumbled past Fran, mouth popping open as she felt her rib break. Her mind throbbed in pain as she struggled to stay standing.
"Break your hip, you hag?" Fran hissed, punching the spot again. It sent a horrible jolt of pain up Grace's body, paralyzing her a moment for Fran to smash a blow into her face that sent a trickle of blood over Grace's breasts in its wake, fresh from her lip. However, she managed to get a clumsy grip on Fran's arm and glove. She held it to her side, keeping her from hitting it again as she threw several punches into her face, rocking Fran's head back and forth like a lazy speedbag.
Fran groaned as in return for the bloody lip and puffy cheeks, her eye was swollen nearly closed. She soaked up the first four hits to her face, moaning dizzily before deciding to go for broke. She grabbed Grace's incoming arm, stopping her swing and trusting her ancestry as she leaned back and threw a vicious headbutt into Grace's skull. She guessed it worked better in the movies, because her own throbbing head couldn't take it. Both went down to the mats, laying side by side like concusssed, elderly lovers. The crowd was utterly insane as both women appeared unconscious, no count starting but both down for at least ten seconds together. They stomped and cheered and begged for more, and finally Grace's leg twitched. The cheers got louder, as if savages thinking that their voices brought her back to life like some kind of big titted, kickass Tinkerbell.

Fran's arm pawed at the air shortly after, and both women started to rise. Both hissed as they turned too sharply, breasts bumping together and already sweaty and sore from eachother's beatings. Hard nipples brushed together like daring fencers as Fran plopped into a sitting position, the best she could manage as her treetrunk legs felt so numb. Grace soon matched her pace a moment later, both clearly punchdrunk and exhausted as they finally met eyes. Not even fully risen, Grace threw a punch into Fran's tits. The big pale milk jugs jiggled and Fran nearly fell just from that, catching herself on the mat and turning back to jab Grace in the face.

Back and forth they traded their hits, too broken and exhausted to attack quickly enough to get two in a row. Grace crushed Fran's chin, sending her almost flopping to her side, seemingly only stopped by the weight of her broad ass on the mats. "Fucking witch! I'll bury you!" Grace raved at her as she wheezed, trying to get the strength to flex her arm for a second blow.
By then Fran punched hard into Grace's belly, fist sinking in a few inches as Grace gurgled and foaming saliva poured over her lips, holding her stomach weakly. "You don't have the guts for it, pig cunt! You're gonna be nothing but a stain on the ring!"
She had to pant and wipe sweat from her forehead, arm brushing her sore eye when Grace's glove went under her chubby chin to crush into her throat. Fran coughed and held her neck as best one glove could, choking and coughing wildly. "If that's what it took to shut your big mouth up, I'd have done that years ago! That or told you they were giving away free dick at the biker bar to shove something in there!"
She wiped her face to smear the spittle on her arm off her chin, Fran leaning on both arms and spitting a large foamy ball of saliva to the mats, shaking her head as her eyes teared into a foul mess beneath them, their bodily juices and sweat pooling together.
"I.. I am NOT A WHORE!" she roared, swinging both fists forward to crush into Grace's eyes like a brutal Three Stooges maneuver. Grace gurgled and fell back, twisting dizzily from the blow and landing on the side of her face. She drooled over the mat, and even in her position, her swollen face was clearly and instantly worse as everything on her was a bruised and ugly mess. The crowd went wild as she laid perfectly still, Fran taking several long seconds of sobbing from the agony, sweat running down her every hair and feature and womanly curve. Nothing on her wasn't sticky or bruised or both, and her eye was a puffy mess as she grabbed the nearby ropes, leaning into them on her knees and crying softly. "Come on, mom," hissed her boy nearby, clapping for her to rise while Grace was still down and in dreamland. She shook her head no, as if refusing the pain in her legs and hips that refused to let her stand. Her pussy was still swollen in agony, and she staggered just to get to one awkwardly bent leg, ready to collapse under her weight.

Grace suddenly grabbed her leg, dragging herself towards her. Fran let out a shriek of horror as if attacked by a dead woman, Grace apparently too weak to stand or swing, just lurch along the mats like a bruised slug. Even her eyes were horrifically puffy now, half blind in her pawing for Grace. Still she leaned in, face smearing blood over her boots before she managed to bite into the flesh just above it, getting a blood curdling screech from Grace as she fell again. She thrashed wildly on the mat, jerking her leg away as Grace held on with her one arm and teeth, all she seemed to have left in her. Like a victim in a horror movie, Fran writhed and howled and cried. "OH GOD! FUCK! NO, NO NO SHE'S EATING ME ALIVE! FUCK, MAKE HER STOP! I HATE, I FUCKING HATE YOU PSYCHO CUNT! MAN-EATING PIG! HATE YOU HATE YOU FUUUUUCK!"
Fran smeared more of her sweat and drool over the mats as she thrashed and screamed, too weak to break free. Grace dragged herself up her like a crippled assailent, dead set on ruining her as she raised her head to bite into her cottage cheese thigh. Fran howled and sobbed some more, Grace growling through her mouthful of pale flesh.
"Your... pussy... is mine... next," she breathed wetly, drooling over her as she heaved in air desperately. Fran looked at her in horror and disgust as Grace fought like a woman possessed, swinging to punch her in the hatefully glaring eyes. Grace's mouth fell open in surprise, and Fran kept on swinging until blood ran from her nose and she fell like a rag doll at her side. Even then, she gave her a half dozen more punches until her arm felt ready to fall off.

The crowd was quiet at last, only the old womens' labored breathing coming from them. Grace was alive, if out cold, but clearly Fran didn't care either way. She grabbed the ropes with both arms, hissing as her one felt nearly broken with the effort of beating in Grace's face, laboring to heave herself up to her knees. She had to catch her breath for another minute or so from there, fighting back tears from her bloody ankle but leaning on the ropes to put all her weight on another fat leg.
At last the big redhead was able to stand under her own power, leaning on the ropes and sobbing even as her son took her arm to raise her glove in triumph as the final count went down. She cried and hugged her son, ignoring that she was topless, who hugged her back all the same, even when she shivered and cried a bit more from the light hug around her fat sore body.

From the way the cheers came in from the crowd when the outside ref hit 10, you'd have thought their fight had singlehandedly beat cancer.

Battle Chess

**Been some time! Will accredit it mostly to my JUST getting a deal for a (non-smut) publisher to back and edit a real book, though also doing commission work I can't post here. Also, just forgetting.
I remember a long time ago going to a Renaissance Fair with a class. pretty vivid memory, but remember the human chess game in a few flashes. Was an early exposure to live catfighting, in one segment, but wasn't a highlight. I kept up a casual interest in chess over the years, playing if excessively bored and someone was handy, but battle chess was always an interesting concept when the games were made. I was at least as interested in the pieces and their roles and the idea of this strategy world, and realizing nobody had ever tried it before, I threw this story together between commissions after some trial and error on what piece was represented by what fighters.**


Mrs. Black and Mrs. White sat at their respective ends of the table, as they had so many times before. The two men were friendly rivals for years, always caught up in competition from work to sports. They had battled eachother from the wrestling mats to Xbox live, always aggressive competitors but always glad to have someone to share their competitive nature. But they gotten on in years, and had husbands and children now, and even grandchildren not far off. Their contests were tamer now, at least physically speaking.

With their kids moved out and husbands busy with work or play of their own, they met at least once a week. White tapped on the holographic board in front of them, sparking to life with a lineup set for each of them. The cyberchess programming came with a variety of pieces, traditional rooks, kings, pawns, etc., but each rendered into some colorful design fitting various themes.

White tapped a finger at the holographic console, flicking through their options until their favorite came up. They passed the dinosaurs (where T-rex was the king, the weakest of the pieces; silliness!), giant robots, Lord of the Rings characters, Nintendo characters...

"Ah, there," White chimed, always the one to take initiative to the slower and more thoughtful Black. They still had agreed on this set every time, the Chess Catfight collection covering their respective sides. The tiles were covered by miniature shapes of various women in costumes, and the cyberchess board took care to put detailed and sometimes amusing battles between each piece when one was claimed. What was all the more exciting, when a piece "attacked" another, it was not a guaranteed capture. Some types seemed to work better against others, and stronger pieces had a slightly better chance of surviving the attack, and there were odd little quirks to the game that the rulebook refused to fully reveal, but for the most part, there was about a 90% chance of the attacker winning. It didn't keep each side from holding their breath through each little cinematic battle.

Miss Black took a moment to skim over her lifelike little pieces, even seeming to breathe and shift their weight idly as they waited the game to begin. Each side had a similar lineup, apart from little designs in clothing. All of her side wore some sort of black, naturally.

Her front line was full of her pawns. They were shown as cheerleaders, girls with short black skirts and random numbers on their bouncy chests. They occasionally produced pompoms or batons to play with as they stood about, or gossiped with their nearby pieces, giggling. Little designs changed here and there, but most were blond or fair-haired college girls in pigtails.

Behind them at the far ends were her rooks. They were blunt and powerful sorts, all of them muscular women. Hers were tall, tough pro wrestlers in spandex one-pieces, flexing and stretching in their spaces, and she recalled growling at nearby enemy pieces threateningly. On White’s side of things, they were marked by a pair of cowgirls watching the corners, donning open-breasted vests with nothing beneath, cowboy boots and hat, and daisy dukes shorts.

Beside the rooks were the knights. As to be expected, hers were knights in onyx-black armor. It being a catfighting game, after all, the armor was less than fully practical. It resembled the "chainmail bikini" look that was so popular in fantasy novels, something of a loincloth made of chain links and a top that looked like someone carved a bra out of a breastplate, topped off with a tiara. They stood at attention, chests firmly thrust out and alertly glancing at other pieces. White, she saw, had gotten amazons for hers, barbarian jungle warrior women in loincloths and tops made of leaves and leather.

The bishops were pretty fairly represented as women dressed as sexy nuns, as you'd see at as a novelty Halloween costume. They wore black habits and their gowns came just short of their knees, and had diamonds cut around their cleavage to show off their blessed racks. They smiled benevolently and largely ignored the other pieces until the action picked up, when their gentle and motherly acts dropped rather fast. The white side had a number of women on the rather opposite end of the nuns’ disciplinary nature. They wore karate gis, dressed like self defense instructors or karate experts of some sort, barefoot and with dark belts of cloth.

The queen stood alone on either end, mature (almost milfish) superheroines of some kind. Both wore revealing spandex, making Black assume they were super strong for enduring such a deep wedgie around their rear and groin. Capes floated behind them as they hovered a few proportional inches off the ground. Black wondered about the exact nature of the queens sometimes, as her black-clad one had a wicked smirk on its redheaded face, more akin to a supervillain while White's pristine blond curls surrounded a vigilant and photogenic smile on its face.

The king for each was a different superficially appealing piece, important and socially powerful, but not looking like much in a fight. Black’s piece was a tall woman, dressed in a classical regal gown and corset to puff her chest up like overripe bread, and heels to boost her existing height even more imposingly. With long, dark curls that gave her a look akin to a Snow White Disney princess gone naughty. The white side had a supermodel of some kind, the one you'd see men tripping over eachother chasing at the bars and clubs. She had perfect hair, pouty painted lips, and T&A to die for stuffed into a bright pink bikini and long legs ending in high heels. She had long blond hair and a vacant, happy bimbo’s smile rarely left her face, apparently the designer's elaborate personal blond joke (especially when their dialogue came up).

"Ready when you are," Black said at last, leaning back thoughtfully. White sent out one of her pawns, skipping and giggling its hard-earned space.

Things were naturally uneventful for a few rounds, until finally White took the bait. She set one of her pawns into the same square as White's, the hologram of the chessboard zooming into the pair of cheerleaders, donned in their owner's colors of skirts and tops. This was to not only show off its advanced action scenes, but to prevent viewing of the board for future planning, should one player be distracted.

Quickly, nothing existed on the board but the two fighters, both players watching eagerly as it played out. The pawns locked eyes and immediately turned to glares, as if some deep personal grudge rather than simply a game of color-themed factions. They circled a moment before the black pawn pounced in with a catty hiss, grabbing the white cheerleader by her blond ponytail. She screamed as she was yanked backward by it, black using it as a handle to flip her to the ground and bang her head into the board with thick, vicious thuds. The black pawn grinned sadistically at her advantage, but the white kicked kicked and thrashed in her pain until the heel of her sneaker swung right up the black's skirt and tagged her square in the pussy.
The black pawn's face inverted from a triumphant grin to a horrified pain, mouth open like a muted scream when the white rose up and swung a punch into her jaw. Black was thrown off, crashing onto her back rubbing her face a bit before white rose up, closing the distance between them with a flashy cartwheel before she flipped gracefully up and stomped both of her sneakers onto the black one's midriff. Black huffed loudly in pain and fell limp under her, wide-eyed and coughing weakly.
"Go hit the showers, loooser," mocked the white piece, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her off screen on all fours like a beaten dog.

"Thought I was lucky for a minute there," Black commented as the screen pulled back and revealed only the white piece remaining, hers nowhere to be found. Tossed into some imaginary locker room or turned into some humiliated cybersex slave, she imagined. It still warmed her groin to think of it.

"You're lucky enough just to beat me at all," White chuckled back. "Don't expect to get THAT lucky."
"Well then I'm sure you won't mind this," Black commented, indicating with her finger for the bishop to move in on the freshly victorious pawn.
"Winning's easy when you're cute like meeee," the pawn even chimed in her idle animation while the bishop moved in with a wiggle of her hips.

The scene zoomed in to show the cheerleader turning in surprise to face the nun. The pawn tried to run, but the black bishop lashed out and caught her with a handful of hair. The pawn shrieked in earsplitting pain, slipping and losing her footing as she landed on her ass, the bishop leaning over to clutch her and thrusting out her curvy, matronly rear. The pawn squirmed and thrashed, punching the bishop in the chest to make her partly exposed breasts wobble.
"UFF!" She grunted huskily, trying to clutch her chest with her free hand, but the cheerleader reaching up to claw at her chest, raking over her cleavage and tearing some of the fabric away to show a lacey black bra and even more titflesh.
"Wicked little girl!" the bishop scolder sharply, using her grip on the cheerleader's hair to shove her over her knee, producing a ruler from her sleeve. She flipped up the cheerleader's skirt, ripping down her panties to show off her perky butt and cracking it over her ass rapidly. The coed screamed in pain, then was reduced to tears as she bawled like a baby at her spanking.
"Nooo! Stop it! Stop iiiit!" she wailed, the nun shoving her off her knee callously. The cheerleader tried crawling away, rubbing her bright red ass cheeks, but the nun gave her another swift kick in the ass, knocking her offscreen and claiming the tile for herself.

To their credit, the programmers kept their eye on detail. The nun fixed her skirt a bit before taking up her noble expression, but the  tears and scratches remained around her bust. By their math, the players were still trying to figure out if how much or how close they fought weakened a piece's odds.

White grunted a bit disappointedly in the bishop’s ambush, but quickly made her next move to shuffle her next pawn into a threatening position.

Rather than bore, the women spent some time fortifying or lashing out with menacing threats and baits for eachother. The black knight stepped into battle next, slinking behind some pawns with some clanking and jingling of her armor around her round, sturdy hips. She pounced on the recently advanced rook, as her and the white-hatted cowgirl faded from the scene as they both filled the square.

As the holograms reloaded, they showed the knight mounted atop a black horse in a field, and the cowgirl on a sandy one across from her. Both lashed at their reigns, the horses starting into a charge at eachother. They leaned in low for speed, but when they drew close, the knight rose and threw a punch into the cowgirl's face. She stumbled and nearly fell off her horse, but grabbed the reigns and held on, pulling herself into a slow turn. By then the knight had circled around, drawing her shield and swinging it to crash into the cowgirl's head. The rook's eyes glassed over as she fell from her horse, dashing off without her to keep it in place.
The black warrior smirked and circled back, raising her boot for a finishing kick to the rising cowgirl's temple. As she did, the white piece suddenly dodged and lashed out with her lasso, looping around the lightly armored leg and pulling. The knight yowled as she was torn from her mount, crashing to the ground with a clatter. "Never count a Southern gal out," she hissed, grabbing the knight's neck and yanking back, straddling her and using the heels of her cowboy boots to slam into her nonsensically exposed belly.
The knight gave a huff of air, eyes bulging as she coughed and thrashed against the cowgirl. "Can't buck this bronco, bitch," she snapped in her ear, wrapping her arm in a choke around her neck as the knight continued to cough and struggle.
She sent some fists and elbows back at the cowgirl, but she kept up the expert chokehold. "Accursed wench," the knight hissed with her little breath.
"Yea, yer a cunt too," countered the cowgirl, but the knight threw herself backward, slamming her into the dirt behind them. It toss the grass and some dirt around, but didn't do much to stop her. The knight shifted her position before slamming back again, this time landing on her discarded shield. It cracked the rook's head on the flat, hard metal, crying out and releasing one arm to hold her skull. The knight lifted herself by her hands and feet, and crashed backward several more times with metallic clangs, each one loosening the cowgirl's grip until it was no longer there. The knight rolled off of her, coughing and rubbing her neck before facing her again, the rook sprawled over her shield and holding her head with an agonized wince. At that, the knight began to remove her top.
"That ain't some kinda old timey surrender, is it?" the cowgirl groaned, the knight's fit and unfairly curvy chest exposed as she held her chainmail bra in one hand. She shook her head grimly, whirling it like a mace before she swung it and crashed one metal cup onto her foe's face. The cowgirl flopped once before laying flat, out cold from the makeshift morningstar as the knight refastened her bra, kicking her once to roll her from the scene of the square.

"Finally someone explains the use for that ridiculous top to me," Black mused.
"Like your chest hasn't made a man faint before," White parried, seeing the opening she'd made and retreating her own knight out of reach. "Just don't think I'll let that fox run free in my henhouse for long."
"Then I'll have to make the most of it while I can," Black gloated, shifting her knight again to claim another pawn.
The knight looked a bit short of breath, the cheerleader rushing at her while she took her time getting into the square. The cheerleader got a few slaps and punches in, rocking the knight's head a few times before she got a kick into the pawn's knee. She shrieked at the hit from the metallic boot, going down holding her leg and kicking her feet.
"It hurrrrts! Owie owie owie!" whined the pawn.
"Then you shall hate this," warned the knight, grabbing the pawn by her ankles and raising the boot again. The cheerleader flailed her hands in a "no god please stop!" motion before the boot stomped with. A comical DING! sounded out as the metal heel hit her dead in the crotch, visible up her skirt, followed by a scream of pain like the coed was in labor. She looked paralyzed by the pain, the knight smirking and grabbing her, slinging her over her shoulder.
"Hope it is not broken. I'd rather enjoy my spoils this night," she gloated before carrying the cheerleader offscreen.

"Well that's enough of that," White sighed, and as the board reloaded quickly slid her bishop in to attack the knight. The knight turned to face her foe as the mature Asian woman fixed her cloth shirt and black belt, eying her up seriously. The knight drew a shortsword (from god knows where, as the side she drew it from was facing away from the hologram's viewers), taking a horizontal swing at the karate woman. She ducked under it and rose up, grabbing her arm and throwing her to the ground by it. The knight landed with another clatter, disoriented as the martial artist slung one leg over her shoulder, using it as a lever to help twist up on the knight's arm. She screamed as it stretched into an unnatural angle, beating her fist on the tile below as the sword fell from her grip.
The martial artist threw some knee slams into the side of the knight's head, getting pained cries with each hit. "Augh! Augh! Augh!!" Her handsome face winced worse each time, eyes looking a bit glassy when the Asian suddenly thrust a pair of thumbs into the muscles at the base of her neck, just above the straps of her metallic top. The knight looked utterly paralyzed, eyes and mouth hanging open in new and dumbfounding pain as she shuddered, making her shapely bust jiggle in her chainmail top. With that, the Asian shifted one leg to raise it high, slamming an axe kick down to smash into the stunned stupid face, crashing to the mat unconscious as the Asian bowed, not without her own share of cleavage and jiggling (and apparent lack of a bra, given the slip of areola under the gi's shirt).

The martial artist took her by the hair, dragging her partly offscreen before throwing her the rest of the way like a handful of garbage, dusting her hands off as she took the space for herself. "A fair trade," White commented. "A pawn and a rook for your knight."
"Not in my eyes," Black observed. "In mine, I'm winning. I'll have you cornered in another 5 rounds."

While this wasn't to be the case, it did seem to turn up the heat on the amount of damage being done. Some fancy setup with her pawns cornered Black's rook. Seeing no way out for the wrestler's piece, she went down fighting. The board seemed to see the moves ahead of time, or perhaps picked up on White's play style, or perhaps was using another obscure or customized rule in its programming.
The musclebound wrestler stepped up to the cheerleader's piece, with wild brown hair and a tight purple leotard. Body low and arms up in a classic wrestler stance, the cheerleader could only shuffle one way or the other trying to stay out of its line of sight like a bullfighter. Still when she tried to feint, the rook saw it coming and grabbing her with one arm, yanking her into a headlock. The thick bicep crushed around her head, mashing directly into the pawn's shrieking face. The rook laughed and slapped at her face with her free hand, suddenly lifting up the cheerleader and suplexing her behind her into the hard tile. Bouncing off and holding her back painfully, the cheerleader tried crawling away.
The wrestler grabbed her by the ankles, dragging the squealing fighter back towards her when a neighboring pawn, the one that White was planning to move, pounced onto her back, choking with both arms and yanking at her hair.
The wrestler gave a cry of fury and pain as she thrashed, trying to reach far enough back to grab and crush the cheerleader on her back. It gave the first enough time to drag herself up unsteadily, holding her back but catching onto the scene in front of her. "Pyramid formation!" she called out, the second white cheerleader dropping off her back and getting to all fours. The first lunged and tackled into the rook's abs, barely budging her but enough to give her a classic pranking, tripping her knees over the back of her helper pawn.
The rook landed with a crash, and both girls jumped on top of her. They both rained punches down on the brawny woman, throwing up her arms to try and stop them with her buff arms as shields. More than a few snuck past her guard, so she reached up and grabbed them both by the throat. They gagged as she rose up, lifting them both clean off their feet at her impressive height. Her arm muscles and veins bulged with the force as she chokeslammed them both into the tile, bouncing them both before she grabbed one at random. She held her upside down, the cheerleader looked too beaten senseless to realize it as her skirt flipped up, showing off some cute pink panties before the wrestler gave a bold laugh before piledriving her to the ground. The cheerleader behind her held her neck, coughing as she rose but dug into her cleavage. When the wrestler turned around, she brandished her can of hairspray, blasting her in the eyes as the brute staggered back, howling in surprise blinded as she finally tripped over the downed cheerleader, crashing her head on the tile and leaving them both out cold, but the out of breath pawn still standing. "Bully dyke," the cheerleader snapped, kicking at the rook's still solidly muscled ribs before she rubbed her foot, sore just from that.

"Well that' new," Black muttered.
"Not unpleasently so. It did just what I was thinking." White smiled back. She waved a finger over the cyberchess board and frowned. "Poo. It still used my move though."
"Small favors," Black replied, starting her counter attack. A few shifts of her bishops left White scampering for a defense, but some reinforcement from her pawns fixed that.
Black's pawn jumped onto one of White's while it was busy gossiping about the fights that had just happened, shrieking like a wildcat as the black piece rained her fists down on the white's skull. The blond screamed and ran clumsily around the square with her weight suddenly doubled by her attacker. Black finally slid off of her, but pulled down on her skirt as she did. It flashed her white thong to the watching players, shrieking and trying to run, only to trip on her own skirt and fall flat on her face. The black laughed cruelly as she lifted up the losing piece, carrying her over her shoulder to walk off screen. As she did, a large plastic garbage can appeared, dumping her head first into it. The white's bare legs kicked and muffled screams and protests came from it.
"Right where you belong, ho bag!" the black piece laughed, kicking the can over and sending it rolling off the square.

"Check," Black pointed out with a smile, the cheerleader pointing at the end of the board and calling "You're next, bitch!" to the king.
White frowned as she sent her knight back towards the pawn. Her busty blond cavegirl of a fighter (looking right out of an eighties movie) leapt to its new position behind the pawn, folding her arms and staring down at her. The pawn kept trash talking at the king, accompanied by rude gestures before turning around and gasping, looking ready to jump out of her skin.
The tribeswoman laughed heartily at her fear, but grunted shortly when the pawn's panic made her slug her right into her abs. She winced a bit, making the cheerleader regain hope and swing some more at her, hooking one shot after another into her belly. The amazon stood up straight in the end, arms still folded as the cheerleader swung wildly away at her belly. The amazon seemed to tire of this quickly and grab her by the head, palms crushing against her skull on either side. The pawn kicked and screamed as her feet left the ground, entire weight held up by the painful grip on her head and neck. At last the amazon wound up and swung her arms, completely throwing the cheerleader off the piece and out of sight like a slutty frisbee, flexing proudly after her.

Then in floated Black's queen. The villainess cackled as the floated a few feet off the ground, eyes glowing and firing laser beam eyes down at the amazon. She ducked the first, then dashed on all fours like a panther to avoid the next incoming bursts. She managed to grab a spear off the ground (another randomly appeared prop), using it to vault the few extra feet up to wrap her legs around the queen's waist. She grabbed the queen by the chin, forcing her head upward to prevent her heat vision from being useful. She raised the spear and thrust it into her chest, only for the superwoman's impervious skin to shatter the spear's stone head on the exposed flesh of her breasts.
The villainess wrapped her arms around her waist, squeezing a superhuman bearhug around her until a crackling was heard from the amazon’s back. She screamed out and beat her fists on the villainess’ body, cackling as the fists hit with harmless thuds as if she were striking a battleship. She coughed and thrashed until she finally fell limp in the queen’s grip, who finally broke the flying bearhug to lift her singlehandedly by one leg and throw her to the ground. The knight bounced and left a small crater before rolling out of her square.
Black kept a slight smirk as Mrs. White surveyed her board, one last search for further escape. But with a rook to reinforce Black’s powerful piece, she had no choice but to retreat her king back, the giggly bimbo seeming unmindful of her danger as she wiggled her curvy hips one square over.
Black motioned again, a clean path laid out for her as she sidestepped the threat of the rook if the pursued the king. Instead, she started undermining the white cheerleaders, laid in a row in front of her where they couldn't attack her piece.


The black queen floated up behind one of the unaware cheerleaders, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her off the board. The cheerleader screamed as she was lifted by the roots, kicking and thrashing uselessly in the redheaded villain's grip. She held her up a bit higher and flipped her skirt up, spanking her hard enough to make a loud crack. The dangling girl shrieked as the blow had her swing by her hairy grip like a slutty pinata, swaying back and forth from the impact. The queen laughed cruelly as the cheerleader squirmed. "Let go! Let go!" she pleaded, just for the super woman's eyes to glow and fire a laser beam from her eyes. It swept along the cheerleader's hair surgically, leaving herself with a large, long fistful of blond locks as the cheerleader fell to the ground, now plus one crew cut. She whimpered and pawed at her ruined, aching head as the villainess floated back down to the tiles. With her curled up on her knees, the villain was able to rush up behind her and deliver a punishing field goal kick between legs, effectively hitting her cunt hard enough to hurl her flying through the air like a cunt punt-fueled missile. She dusted off her hands with a confident smirk as the image panned back to the main board.

White frowned seriously, wordlessly sliding her bishop into place past the queen. The tall, fair-skinned brunette in a white judo gi and a skirt of similar fabric glared across a few tiles at the queen before reaching the pawn it had targeted.

The bishop faced the pawn as the screen panned in, bowing low before the fight. The black-clad cheerleader took the invitation to kick her in the face while she was bent over, making her grunt and arch back upward sharply holding her jaw. White winced a bit at the prospect of losing as the pawn charged after her, thrashing her fists wildly. The martial artist was quick to stop her swing, shoving her shoulder into her to ruin her balance and fling the lighter, younger girl over her shoulder and into the tiles.
The pawn landed with a huff, bouncing a bit before the bishop followed up by planting her bare knee onto the schoolgirl's throat. The teen gagged and thrashed around, even as the judo woman shouted a "HA!" and thrust a fist into her navel. She did so another and another, beating the air out of the younger girl as she coughed up her air more quickly, the pressure on her neck making her eyes flutter dreamily before blacking out.

“Cute,” Black smiled, giving another shift of her queen. It floated directly across from the bishop, chuckling quietly itself. No matter where the bishop moved, it would be a ripe target for the queen to pick off, continuing to cripple White’s forces.

"I thought so. I also think it's time you got your greedy little queen under control, Miss Black," White said calmly, motioning over her pieces. “Maybe a little humble pie is in order.” Black looked on in surprise to realize her angle brought her right up beside a pawn’s striking range.

The pawn snuck up behind the queen, grabbing onto her cape and pulling hard. The queen's boots planted on the ground, she didn't budge no matter how the pawn thrashed and pulled, digging the heels of her sneakers into the tiles, doing nothing but pedaling comically. The villainess finally turned to face her with a calm smirk, sweeping her foot to trip her to the floor.
Mrs. Black started to smile, remembering the strange rules of the game. Of course her rampaging, powerful queen wouldn't be taken down by one of the untrained ditzes. The powerful redhead took the cheerleader by one scrambling leg, lifting her upside down by it as she shrieked and kicked, letting her short skirt flipping up against her belly.
The queen grinned at her victim as she flailed around helplessly, even her wild kicks hitting her iron-like breasts harmlessly. Grabbing for anything for balance, she managed to grasp one of her dropped pompoms, throwing them at her captor's face. The queen yelped in surprise as colorful paper filled her face, letting the pawn go to grab for her face and clumsily pull at it in her surprise. The cheerleader landed and took the opportunity to rush at her, leaping up and kicking her in her abs. She bounced off like a rubber ball, hitting the ground and landing flat on her face with a messy thud. As the villain ripped the pompom off, she growled furiously and incinerated them with a burst of her eye beams. Turning back to the cheerleader, laid out awkwardly on her belly, she warmed up with another red glow and shot the beam again right at her.
Of course, the ditzy cheerleader had briefly forgotten about the fight, taking out her compact to check that her face wasn't badly relocated. Her jolt as she saw the villainess in the mirror let her dodge, and the beam to hit the miniature makeup kit. True to cartoon logic, it bounced back into the villainess' face, smoke coming from it as she snarled and clutched her eyes, stumbling in a daze as the cheerleader saw no better opening.
She swung the compact to shatter it over the superwoman's head, bringing her to her knees with a punchdrunk wobble. The cheerleader reached off screen to pluck up a megaphone, raising it to her super sensitive ears and shouting "FUCK YOU, BITCH!", apparently with enough force to get the villainess to scream briefly before curling up, twitching in a fetal position not to get up again. The cheerleader giggled proudly and took her by the cape, this time dragging her off with significant effort to heave her off the tile and screen.

Mrs. White cackled gleefully at the show, Black growling low and shuffling her remaining rook into place, try to refortify after her queen's blitzkrieg. Now it was Black's turn to retreat and defend, as her queen's advance scattered White's pieces, but she had a considerable amount of pieces left. On top of that, White still had her queen to dart around the battlefield.

A few rounds later, White let her knight sweep into the fray. The amazon slid through a pair of her own remaining pawns, stalking low on all fours as the hunted one of Black's cheerleaders. She pounced on the unsuspecting coed, who started shrieking as the wild woman landed on her with a growl and a fierce handful of her hair to shove her face into the ground. She raised a stone axe over her head, but the cheerleader shot an elbow back into her face, making her stumble back a step. It was enough for her to slip free and pounce screaming at the huntress. She landed on her back with the cheerleading flailing and clawing at her face, fending her off with the hand that had dropped her makeshift axe. Having trouble keeping her at bay, she kicked back with both legs, catapulting the pawn back a few squares. She landed clumsily, but enough to try and bull rush back at the amazon, only for her to grab a blow gun from her belt and fire a feathered dart into her neck under her dark hair.
The cheerleader took the toxin hard, apparently, instantly dropping to the floor in mid-charge and eyes rolling dizzily, occasionally twitching and giggling even as the amazon rose to take her by the hair, lifting and dragging her off like a cartoon caveman with its mate.



Black set to work shuffling pieces to protect her king, the helpless bimbo, rearranging her thinning wall of pawns carefully. It still left one of her knights stranded to fend for itself. As White's rook slid to counter one of Black's loose pawns, Mrs. Black stole her attention by letting her black knight attack her pawn. The warrior woman gave a battle cry, charging with heavy sword in hand. The cheerleader screamed and threw her pompoms, baton, cellphone, anything she could grab at the charging knight, but a swipe of her big blade and poorly designed armor bounced it all off harmlessly. The cheerleader threw up her hands to protect herself, yelping "Not the hair!" as the sword swung, cutting nearly through her skirt and letting it fall to the floor to reveal her skimpy thong.
The pawn squeaked and covered her crotch, just for the knight to snort as she trotted to a halt, backhand swinging the butt of her sword into her head and putting her out. "You're not worth my blade, wench," chuckled the knight, kicking the KO'd body and shaking her head.
Like she knew what was coming, the piece kept idly toying with the cheerleader as White made her move, slicing up the middle of her top neatly to expose her breasts. With a weary sigh, the picked up her sword again to turn and face the attacking white Queen.
"Don't worry," the lovely, curvy heroine assured, hovering into reach. "This is a good end. You fought well before you fell."
"Then this is hardly a time to stop," the knight smirked, raising her sword and swinging for the superhero's head. The blade snapped right in half like it was made of styrofoam, unable to even cut her blond curls so much as ruffle it around a bit. She drew back her hand from the swing, holding her half sword when the queen squinted and fired a heat beam from her eyes into the shattered weapon, melting it down to molten metal.
The knight cried out in pain, dropping it before it did any real damage but her hand bright red as she held onto it, wincing as the heroine swung an uppercut into her chin, knocking her a few feet into the air before she punched again into her groin, spiking her to the groin. The chainmail bikini jangled playfully as the knight landed clutching her crotch, the heroine giggling gently. "I wondered what that would sound like," she chimed, grabbing her by the leg and tossing her over her shoulder like a dirty t-shirt into the laundry basket, the knight limply rolling off from just the two wrecking ball blows.


Her rook placed in danger, Black quickly retreated her wrestler into the folds of her little defense network. White sent a bishop in to corner it, but as soon her hand left the piece she grabbed for it again, her hand going right through the holographic karate babe. Her hand had left the piece, leaving her stuck. Black smirked and sprung her trap, letting her king finally step out of its starting place and right onto the rook.

The busty Asian martial artist took up a stance, the king (despite resembling a regal queen) raised her scepter in reply. She raised the golden rod to smack her with, only for the kung fu girl to kick it out of her grip. The dolled up royal figure thought fast and slapped her across the face instead, sending her head whipping away before shooting a kick into the king's belly. She huffed and doubled over, her tits looking ready to pop right out of her corset as the Asian raised a palm for a smashing strike to the head, but the queen removed her crown and threw it up at her pointy end first.
The karate girl's hands were fast and caught it halfway to her, but the queen lifted her large skirt to raise a foot and kick into the flat end. This thrust one of the tips into the chest of the martial artist's, shrieking as two red marks quickly appeared on her chest and curled up to try and hug them with her arms. The queen kicked her feet out from under her, making her land helplessly flat out as she straddled her and swung her crown like a club, slamming her fat, wobbling tits over and over as her knees held her arms down. The Asian woman screamed and shook her head as pained tears started down her cheeks, finally grabbing for her scepter to press over her throat, flattening her neck as she choked the karate babe out. She sat up, fixing her hair delicately and waving a hand, a pair of faceless armored figured stepping into the panel to carry her off.

White grunted at her clear mistake, eying up the board at the damage done by both sides.
We get down to where the pieces are only a few, the desert portion of the game where a skeleton can kill a buzzard, if the buzzard is really stupid.
She took it out by letting her queen decimate a few more pawns, the white heroine picking one up and hammering her into the ground like a brunette railroad spike.
One managed to slip past the queen only to be nailed by white's knight on the way.
The thick-thighed cowgirl didn't even get all the way to the piece when she threw a lasso around her neck, pulling her back off her feet and dragging her over to her. The cheerleader gagged, screaming when she could as the cowgirl skillfully roped her into a hogtie.
"Stooop! I'm only supposed to do this with my boyfriennnd!" she whined as the southern gal looped her up like a Christmas present. She proved her dominance by reaching between her legs, pulling her panties out from under her skirt to shove them into her mouth, letting the coed sputter uselessly on her own pubic hair and sweat.
"Cow's don't talk, darlin," she warned with a smirk, removing her cowboy hat and placing it over her face to further muffle her protests.

Black ignored the hologram's taunts and sent her rook forward to threaten the terrorizing queen. The brutish woman beat a fist into her palm, thick biceps and thighs bulging anxiously. "That's how you're playing it," White mused, biting her lip. Left with the choice, she sent the queen forward to claim her bishop instead.
The nun (the one with the torn top from early in the match) raised her fists warily against the floating female. She backed away from the menacing but smiling, gentle woman, her shapely backside hitting the edge of the board and flattening against it. The screen's view swung around behind the heroine as she threw up a super fast hand to stop the nun's first punch, squeezing her fist until she screamed and fell to her knees.
She swung her thick, bare leg to smash a knee into the nun's exposed tits. "GUHHH! GUHH! GUHHH!" she blurted from each spiking blow that felt like it punched right through her back. She stopped her attack, only to grab her opposite tit and pull on it to stretch it out. The nun screamed as her chest muscle was burning with pain as it was torn away from her chest, the super woman sending sharp punched into its base. When she finally stepped back to admire her work, it was a comically pitiful sight. One breast was flattened against her body, pancaked by the force of her superpowered knees. The other was so stretched and distorted it sagged as if she were another 30 years older, deflated and weak. The nun curled up hugging her chest and whimpering weakly before the heroine wound up and punched her in her head, sending her flying back into the wall hard enough to dent the steel in her shape, arms and legs flopped out so as to create a cross shaped dent.

“Fair enough choice,” Mrs. Black grinned. “Now my end of the bargain.” She had the queen trapped, in a self-sacrificing way. It left her with no choice but to take one of her pieces with her before she went down. She slid her second bishop in to attack the freshly moved queen.

The white queen drifted in front of the nun, landing on her feet to march up to her in her heeled boots. Even without flying, she still towered a few inches over the bishop.
"You don't frighten me, monster," huffed the nun, marching up to her and pressing her plump chest into the heroine's iron-like body. "I am protected by my god." The heroine smiled down at the matronly figure before giving a backhand smack, sending her flying across the board like a rocket. The nun reached one of the walls, eyes rolling a moment and rubbing her head as she scrambled to her hands and knees, heavy bust hanging low in her torn top as she threw up her hands defensively, muttering something fretfully before the heroine floated after her and kicked her in the ribs. She huffed the last of her air out of her lungs, clutching her tight belly on her knees and face in the arena floor, still rambling and praying for mercy with her hands raised.

"Saying your prayers before you go. Fitting," the heroine mused before raising a fist. The nun suddenly rose, eyes wide and glowing as she arched her back wildly, her breasts pushing out so much that they ripped through her top, exposing thick hard nipples pressed outward to the max. She sang out in a loud, radiant voice, a single powerful note as the air seemed to warp around them. The heroine jumped in surprise, only to turn her head and see a portal rip open in the air behind her.

Inside, flames danced randomly in a stony background, and numerous red-skinned girls in skimpy black leather and loincloths grinned hungrily at the entrance.
"It looks like someone's been naughty," grinned the bishop as the glow in her face died down. The heroine was distracted as the nun kicked a heel straight into her groin, sending her toppling back. She screamed as the red women sunk their claws into her, grabbing her breasts and cape and hair to drag her into their firey realm and the portal sealed up with a hiss.
"You can go to hell," the nun spat on the floor where the air still sizzled before performing a quick cross motion over her huge bosom.


"Not getting off that light," White snapped, sliding her rook into a more offensive position. The cowgirl twirled her sex shooters readily at the sight of a target.
"I don't plan to go easy," Black countered, moving her bishop out of its reach.
"Oh good. I wasn't aiming for her, just making room," she said, shuffling her knight into place. The amazon readied her spear beside the rook, aimed at the only remaining black knight a few spaces off. Black took a few moments to weigh her options, eying the board before deciding to forgo the trade off. She had other plans to set up, setting her knight in its L shape forward. Shrugging, White slid her amazon knight into place to attack her. Black had a small network set up, counting on a few risky moves but she hoped to still be able to hammer through the lines. The knights weren't much use anymore with all the open space anyway, hard to control and not as much range as the other pieces.

The amazon circled with the knight, her sword and shield ready against the wood and stone spear. The white knight lunged a few testing jabs, parried by the shield. The sword swung back, clipping a few hairs but the amazon lighter and faster, charging in to swing the flat of her spear and smack her in the head. The tiara did little to stop it, the black knight stumbling to her side and cowering behind her shield to avert a killing spike of the spear. She swung the shield to hook at the warrior's knees, but she leapt up and balanced on its flat top. Stunned by the acrobatics, the amazon kicked her in the face to drop her to her back in a daze, ripe for the picking as she readied her spear again and left her unarmed.

The amazon stalked over her menacingly, baring her teeth and mounting her to sit on her iron-clad chest. She snapped some foreign insult in her in gibberish the programmer must have thrown together, taking hold of the knight's dark hair to lift her head up and sink her teeth into her neck like a lioness.
The knight screamed like mad, metal gloves beating on the ground in a panicked rage. "Cannibal! Beast! Heathen!" she ranted, swinging a fist up to crash into her face. The amazon's head jerked away, the knight rolling to get out from under her but too late to stop her quick ram of her spear. The blade of it seemed to sink smoothly into her chest, as if through butter or water. The knight froze in her tracks on all fours, then pulled away quickly. The spear revealed to have missed her heart, instead the blade tangled in between the links of chain that connected the cups of her breasts. It hard hardly scratched the skin as it tucked phallically between her breasts, the women pulling apart and snapping the chain.
The spear and top went flying as the knight's tits popped free, gasping and touching over herself quickly, finding blood running from her neck where White's woman had bit. Outrage filled her expression as the white knight licked some blood from her lips and grinned cattily at her, eying up the spear. The knight did the same as they rushed for it, clawing at eachothers' faces and hair to try and rip eachother away from it. The knight finally grasped it and swung it to smack the amazon across the face with a dense cracking noise. The primal fighter went crosseyed and laid on the ground weakly, trying to force herself up with her powerful limbs that shook dizzily. The knight wasted no time grabbing the primal weapon, mounting her and raising the spear. She swung it over and over, overhead swings like a hammer to crash down onto the amazon's blond-haired skull. Even when she stopped moving, the knight grit her teeth, blood trailing slowly down her throat and chest like warpaint. She snarled wordlessly down at the savage as she beat her senseless, the amazon open-mouthed and out cold and then some beneath her.
Mad with her blood lust, the knight gave a feral howl of triumph, raising up to plant a booted foot on the amazon's thick breast and beating her fists against her own.
"...so that's a counter-attack," White muttered quietly, observing as the screen panned back. The black knight who had been attacked stood triumphant, gripping her foe's spear and breathing heavily, clearly something snapped in her wild, vicious expression. Black got over the scene and clapped with a greedy grin, realizing her good fortune. She had claimed White's knight without even using a move, thanks to the random odds involved in the holographic fights. Just the turnabout she needed.

"Perfect!" she crowed, rubbing her hands together. "Hope you don't mind my little side project," she warned, sliding her pawn over the last tile. White saw what she was doing now: a classic rule was that when the pawn reached the opposite end of the board, they had beaten the odds and would become any fallen piece. Naturally, that would mean the queen. Her diverted attention from the main battle was to sneak that pawn in, who even now reached the last panel and found a shelf at its end, a potion bubbling on its ledge. She looked at it curiously, tilting her head before bubbling herself "Ooh! Soda pop!" She grabbed the odd-colored liquid and chugged it down, suddenly gasping and shivering.
Her body glowed a bright blue, levitating off the ground as her clothes began to tear as muscles bulged out of her body. She screamed and shook her head, her short-cut hair growing longer down to her ass, covering right when her panties tore loose. What was left was a tall, blue ogre of a woman with her same cute young face on top. The girl looked over her new body, huge-chested and equally huge muscles in her arms and legs, a torn remains of her top clinging just well enough to cover her nipples (most of the time). "Ooooh, that tickled! Teehee!"

"You have your army," Black smiled, motioning at her replacement queen. "I have a Hulk."
Mrs. White knew she had to move fast. She slid her rook into place to attack the bishop. It would put it into range long enough to attract the queen and let her bishop defend the king.

The cowgirl stormed in on the nun, who gasped and grabbed a bottle of holy water to throw into the cowgirl's eyes. She sputtered and backed off, the nun tackling her backward into a series of tables and chairs, toppling them around the fighters. The nun ripped at the cowgirl's ponytail as their long legs tangled together. "Sodomite slut! Begone!" she barked, though the cowgirl leaned forward fast enough to rip a few hairs loose in the nun's grip, headbutting her in the nose. "OH!" she grunted and fell backward, holding her face when the cowgirl drew a revolved to smack her across the face with the butt, knocking her aside.


The nun stumbled to her feet, but the cowgirl already with her guns on her. "Better start dancin', sister," she warned, starting to fire at her dainty feet. No real bullets seemed to come out, as if the fancy cap guns used in Western films, but it got the nun jumping and jolting wildly to attempt to avoid it. With the thrashing of her legs and wiggling of her hips, it was indeed like she was dancing. The matter of bullets didn't seem to matter to the game's logic, as the cowgirl kept firing as the nun gyrated her hips, running her hands down her long legs and writhing more slowly and sensually to some unheard beat. She moved in to grab a chair, standing it up before raising a leg to mount on it, her skirt lifted up high enough to confirm she wasn't wearing any panties under the skimpy outfit. She ground on the chair's arm before taking the cowgirl, stopping her shooting to shove her into the chair and grind her ass on her lap, the bullet-dodging dance turning into an outright lap dance.
"Well this is the most believable thing to happen in this game," Black muttered sarcastically, despite the hand working under her own panties.
"Well my blue ogre has argument with that statement, so there," White sighed back as the nun turned to grind her crotch on the cowgirl's. The Southern belle ran her hands up the nun's hips and sides appreciatively, but then rose her legs to hook them in and jab her spurs into the nun's ass.
"YAAAH~!" she howled in pained surprise as the spikes dug into her buttocks, just before the cowgirl grabbed a spare chair and swung it to smack across her face and put her out on the crowd. "One more for the pokey," she smirked, grabbed her to drag her off screen.

Unfortunately for White, Black didn't take the bait. She sent her newfound queen a few paces over to White's pawn. "Ugh, one of those uggos from Black team," snorted the blond little cheerleader regardless. "Gag!"
"Don't mind if I do," the hulking pawn-queen chimed back in a near identical tone, grabbing the pawn by the neck and lifting her off the ground completely. She kicked and gagged as she swung her like a rag doll, smashing her into walls and bits of floor. By the time she stopped at a dozen, the cheerleader was a limp Barbie doll in her grip. The blue brute tossed her off screen offhandedly, then spotted the white pompoms left behind. Giggling, she picked them up, her brawny form prancing in a little cheer.
"Go Black University! Cuz you're just some slut to me!" she sang out, giggling before she crushed the pompoms into powder between her gamma irradiated palms.

White saw nothing left but a few pawns and her bishop to stop them from reaching her king. Frowning, she slid her bishop into place, one of the few moves she could consider to avoid a checkmate, and not for long. Unless...
Black sent her rook to cut in from across the board. The wrestler advanced on the martial artist slowly at first, then entering a full blown bull rush. When the camera suddenly cut away, it reappeared with the wrestler kicking in the door to a large, run down wooden building. Old furniture and dust was everywhere, a weak setting sun shining through the dusty windows as the wrestler, a big fit redhead in a flame-patterned skintight leotard, caught the eyes of the martial artist, a curvy black cougar of a woman in a judo gi and black belt.
"I can see the game realizes the gravity of this match," White commented. It would come down to luck. If she survived this one, should could slay the queen and take back the battlefield. Otherwise... that was that.

What was nearly an action movie in itself unfolded as the wrestler barged towards her, grabbing a light wooden chair on the way and throwing it at the martial artist. The kung fu cougar dodged around it, only to be grabbed by the hair and smashed into the wall behind her forcefully. She grit her teeth in the pain in her head, but shot a pair of hands up to box the wrestling woman's ears. She howled and covered her ears instinctively,

White's black fighter dropping to her feet and sweeping at the wrestler's. The muscled calves clenched and stayed standing, reaching down to grab her and crush a fist into her belly. The black woman huffed and her bust threatened to pop from her top, but she grabbed the big black rook by the hair and smashed her face into the nearby fireplace. Her head bounced off the stone noisily with a crunch, wincing and taking another hit before she shoved the karate babe away.

She stumbled and held the wall for balance when the woman sidled around her, leaping onto the wrestler's back with a chokehold. She stumbled and gurgled a bit, but swung backward and thrust herself at a wall. She hit with a thud as she sandwiched her bulk and the wooden wall around the karate babe, but she held on with a weakened grunt. The wrestler backed up, moved and thrust again, this time smashing the black woman through a dirty window. Glass sprayed outside to the ground several floors below, the black woman hanging on for life rather than to strangle.

It let the wrestler grab her arm and hurl her into the room, landing her back into the room roughly. She stumbled up just before the wrestler grabbed her around the waist, lifting her up and power bombing her on top of the coffee table, smashing the wood and leaving the kung fu girl splayed in the wreckage, groaning as she held her back and writhed slowly.

The wrestler wiped some sweat from her face before stumbling after her, grabbing for her when the black girl sent a sharp kick to her knee. It buckled with a pained howl, holding her knee as the karate girl rose and grabbed her by the hair, slamming her knee into her face as the big girl bent low on one knee. Her red hair whipped wildly from each hard hit, the woman finally rising to lift her leg up high. The kung fu gi had only panties beneath its coat, which rode up her ass and crotch as her leg went straight up high and ax kicked down onto the wrestler's neck, crashing to the dirty wooden floor hard.
"Come on," the black girl challenged, bobbing on her feet nimbly with her fists up as the wrestler growled and rolled on the ground slowly. Not fixing to get grabbed again, she let the rook start to rise before she lunged at her, throwing a straight kick into her tit to send her toppling back into the fireplace. She followed up with a charge, but the wrestler grabbed her hair midway. She grunted as the more brutal fighter swung her back and smashed her face through another window, the crash fading quickly but the black woman's screams lingering as the glass scraped at her face, leaving multiple tiny lacerations and a steady flowing gash coming from her hair.
The wrestler pulled her back for another slam when the girl sent an elbow into her small ribs, making her shake before the karate girl spun and shot several wild, hard punches across her face. Spit and sweat and dirt flew off the brawny woman as she was beaten senseless. She suddenly snarled wildly, barging into the black woman and ramming her through another wall of the old building. The ancient wood splintered around them, pelting them with more dirt and wood as they seemed to land in a kitchen in a heap. The wrestler rose up a bit faster than the black girl, and as she started to rise she grabbed her thick dark hair to drag her on all fours. The karate girl pawed at her brawny legs helplessly before she shoved her head into the fridge, opening it and slamming the door on her neck and head, getting some screams out of her as she banged it rapidly on her skull.
"Gonna pop you, little bitch," the wrestler threatened, but the kung fu bishop threw up an arm to stop the door short. While the wrestler struggled with her grip, she rose up and threw a palm strike into her chin, throwing her head back. The wrestler staggered as the karate girl threw a kick into her pussy, doubling her up and grabbing one muscled arm, pulling back on it as she shoved a knee into the joint, wrenching it back behind her as the wrestler's face dug into the dirty floor.
"Tap out, roid rage," the bleeding black girl threatened as the wrestler beat the floor hard enough to make it shake in her raging pain.
"NEVER!"
"Tap or I start popping bones out!" the karate cougar screamed at her, pulling harder on the muscles as they stretched, showing the fibers and veins in her effort. The wrestler howled femininely in the labored pains, suddenly twisting in one direction, and not the one the karate girl expected. There was a sharp pop as the shoulder gave way, dislocating by the wrestler's own choice. She screamed in one huge breath as her eyes went wide as if terrified, but it turned into a laugh as she turned further, the busted arm no longer confining her.

"I have pain for breakfast, little cunt," the wrestler grinned madly at her, face intimately close to the startled-looking black woman. The karate woman was clearly shaked up, especially when the wrestler leaned in and deeply kissed her. She shuddered and tried to shove away from her own hold, but the wrestler grabbed her in one arm, the other hanging limply as she palmed the karate girl's bleeding face, lifting her up and modified chokeslamming her into the floor hard enough to shake some tiles loose. The black girl's eyes fluttered, on the verge of passing out when the wrestler rubbed her hurt arm.
"Well, that's everything except..." she grunted, still grinning madly as she went to the sink... and pulled it out of the wall with one arm, slamming it onto the other girl's face as she flopped and blacked out. "The kitchen sink. I kill me," the wrestler chuckled, squeezing her shoulder and wincing through another nasty popping noise.

"No such luck," Mrs. Black grinned evilly, sending in her queen to pass the seething rook and claiming the king. The smiling bikini beauty queen waved to random, invisible fans, ignorant of the approaching super cheerleader until she was right on top of her, grinning smugly down at her.

"Ooh, a big one! I like big ones! Though you don't look so tough, when I think about it." The hulking cheerleader raised a foot and stomped her flat underneath it, out cold in one shot.
"Well... all things considered, that was anticlimactic," White sighed.
"Speak for yourself," Black smirked, wiping some cum off on her thigh.

The screen faded out, showing some random clips of the game in a faintly lit background behind a “play again?” screen.

"Well... what's next?"
"Sexy Battleship?"