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?"