Fantastic Four Fight: Sue Storm vs Crystal

fun recent catfight. has an interesting bit of story, and was mostly familiar with the subject matter, so was a quick and neat run through.

It had been a busy time for the Fantastic Four. So much so, that there were technically more than four of them. They’d had their occasional substitutes, like She-Hulk when Ben was short on power, but this time, Reed and Susan Richards just needed some more time alone. To that end, they’d recruited Crystal from the Inhumans to the team to cover their absence. After spending more time with their work and families, Sue started to press for them to return to the team. While Reed felt like they had time to spare, Sue didn’t like what she was seeing on the team.

Crystal had been getting awfully close with Sue’s brother Johnny. She saw more than just teamwork going on between them when they laughed and talked together, spending time outside of the missions with eachother. Johnny was a married man, for heaven’s sake!

In the end, Sue promised Reed they’d stay off the team another week, so long as he built a special room for them to speak in. By the next morning, Sue had the room just to her specifications. A simply furnished living room, though with special generators in the walls that would disable any powers from anyone inside, be they mutant, alien, or full of radiation (cosmic, gamma or otherwise). Mr. Fantastic indeed!

So when Susan invited Crystal over, she wasn’t terribly shocked. She’d seen the dirty looks she got from Sue when she checked in on them. The best thing about it was that she had no intention of making any moves on Johnny. But the expression on the presumptuous old blond made her have to resist bursting out laughing every time. She wasn’t about to pull a superhero away from his wife, but she made a point to always be a bit more affectionate and pay more attention to the Human Torch if she thought Sue was watching.

The women sat down civilly in the special waiting room, both in their official outfits; Sue in her blue bodysuit, and Crystal in her bright yellow one. Neither woman needed any elemental powers to feel the intensely cold glares snuck towards eachother between their tensely civil tones.

“Crystal, I’ve been talking with the rest of the team, and we appreciate the help you’ve been giving us the last few months. But Reed and I are ready to come back to The Four, and we won’t be needing you around any more.”

Crystal sat back in the comfortable chair across from Sue, grinning like a cat at the Invisible Woman trying so hard to stay overly reasonable about this despite how she was boiling. “You really think so?” she asked coyly. “I thought I was fitting in quite nicely. Ben makes me laugh, and Johnny and I have been getting along great, if you haven’t noticed.”

"More than I'd like," Sue growled more sharply. She wasn't up for playing Crystal's games. "Johnny's a married man. It's not decent for him to be seen spending so much time with a girl like you." Sue's smiled cattily at her rival heroine.

"How dare you!?" Crystal snapped back. "Maybe a 'girl like me' is just what the team needs. Better than an old woman who can do nothing but hide from problems and can't even fight."

"You want to test that, little girl?" Sue asked, a glare in her eyes and an aggressive posture, with her chest out and muscles taut.

Crystal gauged the situation a bit. Sue was clearly trying to pick a fight when she wasn't able to chase her away with a few words. She had hated every judging looks and backhanded comments she heard from Sue, and only put up with it for how amusing it was when she figured out why and used it to watch Susan fume when she pushed her buttons with it.

"You've got my attention," Crystal said, crossing her spandex-covered legs. "What are you suggesting?"

"We fight this out. Just settle it between us women. I win, and you take your trashy alien ass out of the Four Freedoms Plaza and quit the team."

Crystal barely had to think about the offer, and about as long for her counter-offer. "Fine. But if I win, you quit the team and I get a permanent position in your place."

"Deal," Sue quickly agreed. The women stood up to ready themselves, eying eachother menacingly. Each seemed to expect the other to attack them while they got ready, but they maintained the cold-blooded patience to keep back. "It'll be good to air the place out and get the smell of whore out of the base."

Crystal smiled wickedly back, circling with the older blond. "You should already know by now that you can only make yourself useful by disappearing, hag. I'll feel like a real hero to the team for forcing you into retirement."

Susan finally broke first and dove on top of Crystal, clawing right for the Inhuman's face. Crystal fell backward with Sue on top, Sue getting a single angry red scratch over her cheek. She didn't feel any blood drawn, but the three slashes stung over her face all the same. She held off the pushing and snarling Sue Richards before pushing back hard enough to lift her body off of her a bit, just to sneak a knee in between them to spike into her stomach.

"OOF!" Sue let out a big burst of hot air over Crystal's face as  the wind was knocked out of her, losing the strength in her arms. Crystal shoved her to one side, banging the blond's head against one of the chairs and making her fall limply with a quick, feminine grunt.

"You're too used to hiding behind your barriers, you bitch," Crystal hissed at her, wiping a spandex-clad arm across her cheek to check the scrape before she grabbed Sue by the hair, pulling her head under her arm in a quick but tight headlock. Storm's face started to go red from the pressure while Crystal took her by the scalp, twisting and pulling a fistful of hair as if she was trying to uproot a carrot.

"That was fast," huffed Crystal as she steadied herself on her knees, squeezing Sue so she was left bent over on all fours and her bright blue ass sticking up in the air. "You ready to give already, bitch, or do I have to pop that head like a zit?"

Sue let her go on with the trash talk as she pawed at her thighs clumsily for balance. Crystal rose up a bit more to bend her neck and put more pressure on the choke, but Sue just let her get caught up in the hold while she reached behind her and grabbed tightly on on the cameltoe of Crystal's costume.

Crystal shrieked as even with her suit and Sue's gloves in the way, it was still just scientifically advanced tights, and her fingers dug deep into her tender groin. Crystal was frozen in pain as her pussy was crushed, Sue clawing and squeezing the flesh like Play-do. "You don't survive beating armies of supervillains by fighting clean," Sue huffed as she escaped the headlock, getting behind Crystal and shoving her forward. She landed on all fours with her pretty face twisted from the pain in her delicates, finally giving a relieved gasp as Susan let it go. This was all just so that she could stand up and with a harsh cry, smash her booted foot down onto the small of Crystal's back and slam her to the ground.

Crystal's arms roamed sluggishly over her body, one arm trying to rub the sore spot on her back while the other was holding her crotch protectively. "None of your puddles and fireworks to save you now, you pathetic little cunt," Sue growled down at her, kicking Crystal in the side to roll her into the middle of the room. Crystal ended up flat on her back, knees crossed to try and protect her crotch further. Sue ignored her and straddled her on her knees, mounting Crystal's belly and grabbing the collar of her bright yellow costume.

"I'm going to send you to your farewell ceremony with matching black eyes," Sue threatened, smashing her fist across Crystal's face. The inhuman redhead grunted from the hit and whipped to one side, but struck back with a quicker slap to Sue's face. Her own lovely pale face snapped from the hit, Crystal unleashing several more to beat her face back and forth with the stinging smacks that put Sue back on the defensive, even with Crystal stuck underneath her. When she seemed suitably tenderized by the slaps, Crystal grabbed the collar of Sue's costume, but didn't hold on long before she pulled down and apart with both hands.

Sue still had her head spinning from the slaps before she could realize that the move had torn her top wide open down to her navel. The blond was still registering what happened when Crystal reached up and raked her nails down the Sue's chest, taking special care to scrape them in jagged lines around the curves of her breasts. Sue howled in pain as scrapes and shallow gashes tore across her front. She fell back cradling her chest in her arm, hissing as the cuts burned to the touch. Crystal's claws had pierced the flesh on several spots, and her right areola was already leaking blood.

"Ugh! You little psycho bitch!" she grunted, shuffling herself away from Crystal to lick her wounds (figuratively, of course, since only Reed was that flexible). Crystal grabbed her by one ankle, dragging her back as she started to rise unsteadily to her feet.

"Not running from me, you old cunt," Crystal breathed heavily, grinning maliciously as Sue tumbled along the floor after her. She threw some kicks with her remaining booted foot, but they bounced harmlessly off Crystal's hips or wrists. At last Sue pulled back sharply, her foot sliding out of the boot Crystal was holding. It hit the ground a moment, leaving Crystal stumbling and confused for Sue to shoot her heel up and thump into Crystal's belly.

The redhead grunted deeply from the kick to the gut, but she grabbed onto the foot again. Sue gasped a moment before Crystal pulled her leg aside, forcing her to spread her thighs before she stomped her own foot down hard onto Susan's crotch.

"OUGHH!" Sue gurgled out as the nauseating pain shot up her midsection as Crystal used her groin like a gas pedal. "Surprised you can even feel that, you old slut!" Crystal hissed, grinding the toe of her boot into her lower lips. The costume pressed invasively deep from the stomp, forming a camel toe through Sue's already form-fitting outfit. “Let’s see how your husband likes you when you go back to him with a broken cunt!”

Sue howled in pain as the toe dug deeper inside her, feeling the tip of it actually penetrating inside her pussy. Her breathing raspy and desperate, she let Crystal hold her leg while the other swung up and connected with her ribs. Crystal grunted and lost her balance, letting Sue intertwine her legs around Crystal's middle.

Sue twisted her body with a vicious grunt, her scissoring legs swinging Crystal to one side and slamming her into the floor. She landed with a glassy and panicked expression, Sue gritting her teeth and sitting up partly. Her thighs squeezed harder around her stomach as she grabbed Crystal by the hair, pulling up and bending her back further. Crystal breathed heavily as her chest thrust out, stretching her suit to its limits as she strained to breathe. The inhuman's face twisted in fear and hate as she threw two quick punches into Susan's face, but she kept her leg lock on and swung the handful of hair down to smash Crystals' face back into the ground. Sue breathed heavy like a wild animal, some blood coming from her split lip courtesy of Crystal's knuckles.

"That all you got, you alien whore!? You think that can stop me!?" she seethed through grit teeth and a bloody lip, sweat visibly running down her hair and bared chest.

"Uou fucking bitch! Let go!" Crystal panted, pounding her fists on Sue's legs and clawing at her knees, but unable to right herself into any practical position. She was caught in Sue's mousetrap-like thighs, who decided to use her trapped victim as an easy target. Sue reached past Crystal's flailing arms, grabbing both of her tits and digging her fingernails into them with a tight grip.

"AUWWWW!" Crystal let out a pained howl as her breasts were crushed and gouged by the vicegrip, but Sue took it a step further as she twisted them both like doorknobs. Her nails quickly ripped right through the costume, tearing a large chunk of it loose from Crystal's breast as her fingers still clung to a few scraps as they crushed and stabbed into the inhuman's tender chest. Crystal thrashed and stomped wildly, screaming at the top of her lungs as Sue rearranged her tits with malicious glee. she wouldn't have to worry about her flaunting her body around Johnny when she'd completely ruined it.

Sue had torn up Crystal's chest (both the costume and her actual breasts) with deep scratches and tears, squeezing and rolling them out of shape in her grip when Crystal lashed out with her own set of claws. She dug her fingers into either side of Sue's blond locks and jammed her thumbs into her eyes. Sue closed them tightly in time to avoid any serious damage, but her ruthless attack still had both women screaming in agony, dishing it out as badly as they took it.

"Let go, bitch, or I blind you!" Crystal threatened as her nails raked at Sue's scalp and face.

"I'm going to rip those tits off and feed them to you, whore!" Sue spat right back, her saliva spraying over Crystal's arms. But at last, Sue relented her grip first, not willing to risk Crystal ruining her sight for the fight. As a parting gift though, she threw an uppercut into Crystal's jaw before they both fell back, sweating and breathing heavy as they leaned against their chairs, clutching their various body parts. Sue's eyes watered terribly, wiping an arm at them while her other hand gingerly touched her scratched up breast. Crystal rubbed her aching jaw, her tits swollen and red as she hugged them tenderly to her chest. Both women were sweaty and bloody, and showing several visible bruises as their suits started to tear from their bodies, both heaving sets of tits out on display.

“You’re getting old, Sue!" Crystal huffed out of breath, glaring across the carpet at her hated rival, sweating and all but sobbing in her heavy breathing. "You had your good years, but time has taken its toll! And the FF has always run fine without you!”

"You're not taking MY place!" Sue seethed back at her, fire in her eyes and blood on her lips and chest. "You won't fuck with my team or my family any more!"

Sue charged first, but both women were beginning to slowing down as the fight went on. Crystal was still braced against the chair, and used a long leg to sweep into Susan's ankles, suddenly dropping her to her face on the floor. Crystal, for her younger age, was just as sore and exhausted, but that just made both women fight crueler and more ruthless. She quickly grabbed Susan's hair from behind, banging her face into the floor repeatedly. Sue bounced off with a few husky grunts, but braced herself up on one arm to cut off another drop and threw her elbow back. It cracked into Crystal's face, sending her crumbling to one side holding her bloodied nose. "OWW! Fucking hate you, whore!" Crystal vented in blind rage as she held her aching face.

Sue was quick to strike back, taking Crystal by the head and hugging it into her chest. Sue’s sweaty, angrily heaving breasts puffed against her hated rival’s face, crushing it with one arm while the other started slamming furious fists onto her side, neck and shoulders. Crystal gave outraged cries, but they were muffled by the faceful of sour-tasting flesh that filled her face.

"Give up, you little cunt," she growled down at her opponent. "I've got the experience. I'M the stronger here! I've got you beat!" She didn't seem to especially care if Crystal had anything to say back, keeping her bearhug around her neck and her tits shoved and smearing into her face to cut off any actual words.

Crystal seemed to realize this and settled for actions over words. She shook her head like she was trying to wriggle free, but instead just positioned so that her face was up against Susan's hard, bared nipple. There she opened up her mouth as wide as she could and bit down hard on the juicy tit, getting an almost feral howl of agony out of Sue. She released Crystal's head to beat it with her fists, but the redhead leaned in close and rotated her head, twisting and gnawing at the excited nipple and tit flesh like a hungry she-wolf.

The whole process left Sue in tears, and even as she savagely punched and kicked at her rival they ran down her cheeks as her already tenderized breast was devoured. Sue was desperate for any chance of release, tears and drool running down Sue's face as Crystal started tasting blood on her opponent's chest.

Sue reached over Crystal's arched back to bury her hand inside her spandex, the torn garment hanging on just below her waist after all of Susan's savage scratching. It was fitting more loosely, allowing Sue's hand to vanish inside the suit and between Crystal's legs. Crystal wore no underwear under the costume, allowing Sue's trim nails to stab right into her pussy lips.

Crystal's bite finally broke so she could let out a low, husky groan of pain, her lovely face twisting in sickening agony as her genitals were mauled. Sue grit her teeth and twisted her grip, stretching and clawing her bush and labia in her sharp nails. The spandex slid and stretched trying to fit Crystal's ass and Susan's invasive hands inside, audibly tearing and falling off to leave Crystal in nothing a few yellow tatters clinging to her boots.

She finally seemed to overcome the nausea from the pain in time, Sue confident in her cunt-crushing grip to keep it locked on tight. Crystal carefully wound up and slammed her fist into Susan' lower belly, knocking the Invisible Woman's spit and air from her lips and washing over her back. The pain shocked Sue to a standstill, just for Crystal to wind up again and deliver another power blow into her belly. Sue gave another sickly gasp, but managed to get to her feet and stagger back to get her distance again and regroup.

Crystal didn't seem willing to let her get away, grabbing onto Sue's own hanging blue suit and pulling. The blond staggered and nearly fell, but licked out as she stepped right out of the last of her boots, landing on one of the chairs wearing nothing but her blue gloves.

Crystal landed on her ass with the battered blue garb in her hands, scowling up at Susan before ripping it in half in front of her, all but pouting as she vengefully wrecked her would-be teammate's uniform. Sue wheezed and sweat in her chair a moment, catching her breath but not willing to let herself truly rest. Her whole body ached too badly, and the rage still boiled in her. Some ugly bruising was forming on the blond's abs, and as Crystal tried to climb into a chair herself, she almost tripped over the yellow shreds of her outfit, stepping out of them and kicking them aside before she peeled off her own sweaty gloves. Sue leered back and did the same. With their clothing gone, the women were both more interested in using their nails on eachother than the negligible protection they offered.

The gloves literally off both were left naked across from eachother. It mirrored their original meeting in the room, apart from the visible blood, scratches, and tears staining both of the lovely womens' naked flesh.

“I am going to break your legs off,” Crystal panted, flopped back into her chair in an unflatteringly exhausted position. Her legs spread out lazily, her trim but sweaty red bush on display. The marks from Sue's nails were displayed prominently by their own fleshy shade of red. “So I can make sure you don’t even walk out of this building. Just crawl out like a pathetic, beaten dog you are.”

Sue rubbed one of her bruised tits as she scowled back, unfaltering besides her own forced breathing. "Last chance to back out, you little shit. Leave my brother and my team alone. Otherwise, I'm ready to kick your fat ass so hard that you won't even need a spaceship to go back to the moon."

"Oh, I'm staying, bitch," Crystal sneered back. With the idle threats already being thrown around, she felt no remorse in her next declaration to her hated rival. "In fact, once I'm done with Johnny, maybe I'll go see if Reed's looking to have a real woman for a change."

Sue got up at that, charging at Crystal in a furious rage. Crystal expected as much, rising up suddenly out of her chair and landing a well-timed uppercut into the rushing superheroine's jaw. Susan gave a loud grunt as her legs went weak, her charge turning into a stagger as the blow disoriented her. Crystal grabbed her by the back and hurled Sue at the chair she'd just been sitting in face-first. Sue tumbled into it, weakly trying to hold herself up as she landed on her knees in front of it.

Crystal slammed her hip on top of her, sitting on Susan's back facing her feet to pin her in the position against the chair. "Real temper on you! Well, if you're going to behave like some bratty little girl, that's just how I'll treat you!" Crystal slapped her hand painfully hard onto Sue's upthrust ass that left her jiggling and shrieking, only to pelt it with several more smacks from each hand that soon marked most of her ass a stinging, sunburnt-looking bright red. Sue screamed in protest and kicked her legs frantically, but unable to brute force her way out of the compromising position.

"Well I take it back! You're not some bratty little girl!" Crystal gloated. "You look more like a two-dollar whore bent over like that!"

Sue finally managed to hook her feet around Crystal's, pulling on them to send the redhead falling flat on her face and chest on the carpet. Sue got up while rubbing her round ass, standing up behind the winded Crystal and stomping in between her shoulder blades with her bare heel.

"That's for Alicia!" Susan shouted down at her. BAM! She stomped her back again, squashing Crystal's breasts between her ribs and the carpet.

Sue followed up with a kick into Crystal's belly, giving off a meaty slapping sound. "And that's for Reed! And Johnny! And Ben!" Sue rained stomps and kicks over Crystal, alternately screaming and grunting as she tried to ward off her attacks. The redhead suddenly twisted out of the way of a stomp, letting Sue's leg hit the floor spread away from her body. Crystal balanced on her shoulders a moment to slam her hard heel up into Susan's twat, rewarded with a pained, guttural grunt from the superheroine. Sue's legs crossed comically and she fell to her knees, feeling nauseous from all the pain as she cupped her crotch with both hands. Even a trained fighter like Sue couldn't hold back tears from running from her eyes after all the collected pain.

Crystal shoved her over, forcing Sue onto her back still all but paralyzed from the last low blow. Crystal crawled onto her opponent's body, not quite having the strength to fully stand on her own. She sat on Sue's breasts, facing her feet before she reached her own legs back, wrapping them around Sue's neck and leaning on her thighs for balance. Crystal flexed her legs, suddenly closing her thick thighs tighter around the blonde's neck and forcing her tighter against her and pressing her face into her ass. Sue gasped and then coughed as she was smothered in Crystal's legs and ass.

"Come on. Hurry up and black out already, blondie. I'm gonna use your stupid Barbie-doll face as my fuck toy once you're out," Crystal threatened. She could feel the Invisible Woman's heavy, raspy breath against her crotch, exciting her to have the weaker woman at her mercy. Sue's drool and coughed up spittle tickled her thighs and hips, squeezing in and out to keep the pressure on her throat. "Give up yet, you old cunt!?"

Sue shook her head in between her legs, as best she could with the tight scissors around her. "Fuck you, whore," she defied, digging her nails into Crystal's thighs, but the muscles clenched hard and not providing her much soft flesh to hold onto.

"Says the bitch buried in my asshole!" Crystal laughed derisively back at her. "In face, even with that fat, useless body of yours, think I'll have a taste myself."

Sue shivered under her, beating her fists on her back and hips furiously. "No! No, don't you fucking dare!" she raged, but her legs were held down by Crystal's leaning palms. She felt the Inhuman's breath on her crotch, shuddering in a mix of arousal and disgust at the idea of her violating her. However, she received a somehow less pleasant surprise, as Crystal never placed her lips or tongue on her, but instead bit into one of her pussy lips and twisted her head.

Sue screamed bloody murder as her snatch was mauled and crushed, thrashing and flailing under Crystal as the moon-dweller bit until she tasted blood coming from Sue's womanhood. Acting largely on primal instincts, Sue thrust her hips up into Crystal's face, lifting her head up enough that she could knock her knees together on either side of her head.

"Agh!" Crystal grunted and forced her teeth to let go of her rival, holding her head delicately as it throbbed from the sudden improvised boxing of her ears. Sue sent her knee up again, this one rocketing into Crystal's nose with a brutal crushing sound. She felt the spray of blood over her legs and thighs as Crystal gave a sputtering shriek, holding her busted nose. She fell off of Sue at last, rolling to one side and Susan was able to see that her pretty face was spoiled by the bruised and bleeding nose in the center. "You bidth!" Crystal shouted, words distorted by her injury and frantic breathing.

"You tried to EAT ME!" she snarled back, charging in and grabbing Crystal by her tits, squeezing and digging her nails into it. Crystal wailed and grabbed for her wrists, leaving her wide open for Sue to use her rack as a set of handles for a brutal headbutt. Crystal went down, sliding from her grip as the Invisible Woman's nails left more scratches down her chest on the way down, Crystal landing in a pathetic heap at her feet. Sue panted and rubbed her crotch, seeing blood and other fluids on her fingertips.

"You dirty little dyke," Susan growled, crawling weakly after Crystal, but she didn't seem to be going anywhere soon in her condition. Sue straddled her face, shameless and even consciously squishing her pussy into her face. Crystal could only moan and wince as it pressed against her bruised and bloody face, Sue snarling through her own bloodied lips as she raised her fists to start punching into Crystal's lower belly. It was as much her venting her rage and pain as it was to torment the challenging little bitch, so it was just two birds with one stone for her.

"You like it when I hurt you, you little shit? Because that's the only reason you'd mess with one of the Fantastic Fucking Four!" Sue shouted down at her, even if she barely followed what she was saying in her daze.

"G-get off..." Crystal pleaded between the punching to her tender belly, legs twitching with each fist digging deeper into her.

"You want me off?" Sue snapped at her. Then you better GET me off, you hear me?" She ran her nails menacingly through Crystal's thin red bush, scratching softly at the skin just below and dangerously near her pussy. "Faster you work the sooner I end you."

Crystal noticeably hesitated, but when Sue gave an aggressive gyration of her hips, Crystal winced from the pain with her face and started to lick softly but steadily.

"That's it, you pathetic little mongrel," Sue moaned menacingly, riding the redhead's face more enthusiastically as her body visible bounced up and down on her face. "Get in there deep. Act like the little cum-eating slut you are!" She suddenly stuck two fingers into Crystal's slit, pumping them roughly with no real care for the other woman's comfort. This was an act of dominance, not pleasure. Crystal panted in response, shivering and licking her faster and deeper, pleasently reminding Sue of an actual dog between her licking and whimpering. It excited her as much as her shapeshifting husband, in some ways, and her humping became a bit more fluid as her natural lubrication came into play, smearing over Crystal's face as a final degradation. Crystal's body seemed to betray her muffled protests and mewls, as her pussy leaked its own bit of honey at Sue's rough fingering.

Sue's breathing grew heavier and faster along with her grinding, and after a few minutes of her dominant punishment she gave a short cry, arching her back to thrust out her chest, nipples stiff as she orgasmed on Crystal's bashed-in face. She gave a few last instinctive thrusts to ride her orgasm out before she popped her fingers out of Crystal, despite feeling her hard clit on the way out. Sue stood up shakily, a bit invigorated by the orgasm but knowing it wouldn't last her long once the fatigue and pain kicked back in after the afterglow.

She leaned on the arm of the chair, then slowly but firmly pressed her sole onto Crystal's cunt. "Who owns you, bitch?" she panted, Crystal shuddering and spasming in mixed pain and lust as Sue's foot both crushed and teased her pussy.

"You do! It's you, Susan!"

"Damn right!" she hissed, spitting onto Crystal's scratched and bloody tits, grinding her foot in firm back and forth motions before the alien teammate squirted messily from underfoot, the clear fluid sticking to Susan's foot and the carpet below.

"I'll go tell the team you'll be leaving tomorrow," Sue told her with a confident but strained smirk, leaving with a confident wiggle in her hips. She left her costume behind in tatters as Crystal could only lay among the stained and trashed room gawk stupidly up at the ceiling.

Archie Cafight: Betty vs Veronica (commission)

One thing had become very clear between Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge, and it was that Archie was not going to decide for himself. The girls had been flirting and pursuing him for years, and any time they made any progress with him, it was cut short. Sometimes by coincidence, sometimes by another girl, but most often directly because of their rival. It was clearly up to them to decide for him, and nothing stood in their way more than one another, and neither was going to step down quietly. Not without taking a few lumps first.

After a lot of angry texting back and forth, they agreed to meet at Veronica's mansion. Her parents were away on a vacation, Veronica faking being sick to avoid going with them. The place was huge, giving the two girls plenty of room to settle this.

As Betty stepped through the tall doors of the manor, Veronica was there waiting. Her fists were on her hips, leering bitterly at her in her red skirt and top. "About time your fat ass showed up," she snapped.
"What are you talking about?! I'm here early! I couldn't wait to kick your snooty butt once and for all!" Betty scowled back at her. She tossed her purse aside by the doorway, completely ignoring Veronica's butler Smithers as he calmly stepped behind them to set it properly on the coat rack. She wore a pink t-shirt with a pair of jeans, dressed less fashionably and more practically than her rival, as usual.

"As if! You must have gotten here sooner since you're so quick at running away," Veronica spat back venomously. "I'm sure this will just confirm everything you know already: I'm prettier and better than you at everything, and you don't deserve to be in the same room as Archie."
"You are not! Maybe you need a fat lip to remind everyone just how ugly you are!" Betty returned fire in kind.
"You don't have the guts, you dumb blond. So how about you show that you're yellow as that stringy hair and run along to your little shack of a home."

Betty stomped up to her angrily. "That's it. I'm gonna shut that big mouth my-" She was cut off when Veronica wasted no time in slugging her across the face, knocking her silly and stumbling out of control backward.
"Ready, set, go, by the way," Veronica said mockingly, grabbing hold of Betty's blonde ponytail and yanking back on it like it was a lever. Betty's back arched and thrust out her tits in her t-shirt, Veronica slamming a few more fists into the back of her head as she swung wildly at her.  Betty threw her arms up over her head, blocking the swings but leaving her strictly on the defensive as she kicked frantically at Veronica's bared legs.

The rich brunette still dragged her by the hair away from the entrance of the mansion. "Come on, blondie! Let me give you the grand tour!"
The rich brunette still dragged her by the hair away from the entrance of the mansion. "Come on, blondie! Let me give you the grand tour!" She led her into the East wing, Betty staggering behind her into the living room. A grated-over fireplace was centered on one end, with various artwork, family portraits and the like mounted high on the walls and small pedastals. Ritzy white couches and chairs were set all around the tiled room, enough to seat a full cocktail party at a moment's notice.

Rather than that, Veronica swung Betty by the ponytail, sending her tumbling out of control over a coffee table. Betty landed on the other side, holding her head and wincing as she tried to shake off the pain in her scalp. Veronica marched around the table, taking Betty by the hair again as she got to her hands and knees. She lifted her up a bit more before spiking her head back down into the tabletop, hitting with a hard knocking noise and leaving Betty flopping over it crosseyed.

"What a surprise! You can't even fight back!" Veronica crowed down at her. Betty groaned and hung onto the edge of the table before suddenly shot a kick to her side, her sneaker slamming into the side of Veronica's knee.

Veronica stumbled and landed in the same position, propped up against the table on her knees. Betty grabbed her by the hair and bashed her stunned face into the tabletop in return. "How you like it, you spoiled bitch?" she growled back at her, swinging Veronica by the hair to hurl her over backward. While the brunette rubbed her face, Betty sat up and drove her knee into the crook of Veronica's elbow. The rich girl screamed as the blond grabbed her wrist and pulled up, adding a lot of pressure into the joint.

"Say it! Say Archie's all mine!" she demanded, twisting the limb like it was a lever to tune the pitch of Veronica's screams.
"Nooo! Fuck you!!" Veronica shouted back in the midst of the painful hold. She leaned in to beat her fist against Betty's thigh to try and drive the knee off, with little more effect than a second or two of relief before she realigned her knee.

"Fine then. You asked for it!" Betty pulled up harder on Veronica's captive wrist, firmly biting into her fingertips. Veronica shrieked and thrashed wildly in pain as Betty seemed to threaten to rip her fingers off in her vicious mauling. She wriggled and pulled away from her, unable to escape but able to pull Betty off balance a bit and drag her with her. Betty removed her mouth after a few seconds to spit aside the taste of nail polish. "Give up, you stuck up cunt!" she shouted before returning to her violent work.

By this time, Veronica had reached the 6 feet tall bookshelf at the far side of the room. She kicked at the base a few times, Betty mistaking it for more of her thrashing before it tipped over. Veronica angled herself behind Betty so that she took the main brunt of the attack, a few stray books smacking into her (most of which she'd never read anyway; they were really just for show), but the weight of the actual shelf and most of the hardcovers hammering down on Betty. When Veronica looked up, she was slowly crawling out from under the bookshelf, trying to wrench her lower half from under it as she rubbed her aching head.

"Ugh... somebody get the license on that bookmobile?" she groaned dizzily. Veronica flexed her bitten up fingers, marked with a few small cuts and plenty of teeth marks. Looking for some easy payback, she dragged herself to her feet and stomped down on Betty's fingers, earning an agonized shriek of her own.

"You dirty, cheating bitch!" Veronica shrieked at her. "How dare you fucking bite me!"
Betty winced and pulled on Veronica's heel, stopping the majority of the painful stomp. "Rrgh... all's fair and love and war, right?"
"Don't you quote the Bible at me, you blonde hick!" Veronica snapped back. "And if all's fair, then you're gonna love this!" While Betty was still trying to pull her legs out from under the book case, Veronica knelt in front of her and grabbed her by the face with both hands.
Her painted nails scraped and gouged over the pretty blond's features, shrieking in reply. It reached a whole new pitch of fear and rage and pain as Veronica secured her grip enough to gouge the thumbnails into her eyes. Betty screamed and flailed, her eyes shut but the pressure still agony on her face. Veronica grinned in malicious glee as her rival squirmed and cried in her grip, the pressure forcing her eyes to water under her claws.

Veronica finally released her, leaving Betty breathing heavily on the ground and clutching her stinging eyes. "Come on, you fucking crybaby. Time to continue the tour!" She grabbed Betty by the back of the neck and shoulder, yanking her back up and forcing her ahead of her, stumbling blindly back into the halls. Veronica shoved her sideways, ramming her shoulder into a wall on the way, guiding her loosely to bump her into the walls and minor obstacles.

Betty grunted as she bounced off them, clumsily and blindly swinging back at Veronica's side. Her fist slammed into her side, stunning her a moment so she could dig her fingers into the hem of her skirt and pull. While it didn't pull it off, it dig let out a loud ripping noise as the skirt's stitching tore open, baring her black panties and a bit of thigh.

"You bitch! That was worth more than your pointless life!" Veronica fumed at her as Betty blinked some of the tears away and saw another upcoming obstacle.
"Then you're gonna hate THIS!" Veronica looked up to see that Betty had grabbed the nearby vase from its pedestal, swinging it as a few grand worth of porcelain shattered loudly over the brunette's head. Veronica staggered back until she hit a wall, holding her head and a trickle of blood running from beneath her hairline.

"RRRGH!" she growled furiously in her haze, but Betty didn't let up and threw herself at her, hooking a fist into Veronica's belly button. "OOF!" Veronica was so caught off guard that she sprayed a mouthful of spit over Betty's arms and top like a reward from a bizarre slot machine. She went back and forth, alternating fists to pound Veronica's stomach like a piston. Veronica was left practically vibrating from the blows, left wide-eyed and drooling as she tried to cradle her tenderized stomach in her hands.

"Aww, don't quit now," Betty cooed mockingly. "We've still got that tour to do, right? Next stop!" She grabbed Veronica by the hair, swinging her aggressively across the hall and smashing her into the nearest door. It swung open as the blond watched Veronica land in a heap on the floor of the spacious bathroom. Apart from everything being a bit larger and more finely polished, it didn't have much to surprise Betty compared to the other rooms and halls. Veronica held her buzzing, bleeding head as she started to rise back up, but Betty kneed her in the face and knocked her backward.

Betty slammed several stomps down into her legs and body, Veronica curling up to try and shield herself from some of the blows. She finally lashed out to kick the side of Betty's leg, not hurting her much but making her fall clumsily in the confined room (at least relative to the vast halls and living room). Betty grabbed wildly for something to catch herself, fingers slipping off the medicine cabinet and sink before crashing to the floor, her head bouncing off the toilet. She was struck dumb, staring blankly ahead of her as Veronica gingerly rose to her knees. Seeing the tables finally turned back in her favor a bit, she lifted the lid of the seat and set Betty's head in between them, slamming the polished wood back together with the blonde as the meat to their sandwich.

"AH! AH! AH!" Betty yelped, gaining her wits back as the pain brought her into reality the hard way.
"It sure fits you nicely! I always knew you were a shithead, so now I can prove it!" Veronica gloated, pressing down with both hands as Betty screamed under the pressure. she reached back and beat a fist on the brunette's thigh, bouncing off of it with little effect. Veronica took the opening to climb up and sit on the lid, unable to press down directly on her but still urging more pained howling from Betty.

Betty reached up, grabbing and clawing at anything she could reach. Her fingers managed to catch on the tear she'd created on Veronica's skirt, pulling on it fiercely to one side. Veronica shrieked and fell off the toilet, only for the rip of her skirt to sound out through the confined room. The garment was stretched to its limits as it tore off, leaving Veronica tumbling in just her top and panties towards the bath tub.

Betty came out rubbing her neck and head,  but freed from the trap of the toilet. "You dirty bitch!" she hissed furiously, and while Veronica was still trying to get up and salvage her skirt, she charged in and kicked her in the head. Veronica flopped backward, one arm slumping over the edge of the tub as she rubbed a hand over her face. Betty rose up and grabbed for the removable shower head, quickly cranking the spigot to full blast and temperature. She hurried to aim it at Veronica, who shrieked as the sudden jet of water sprayed into her face and chest. The wet shirt clung to her chest, hard nipples apparent as she thrashed and tried to block it from her sputtering face. The splashback hit the tub and floor, spraying both of the girls while Veronica clearly got the worst of it. Veronica grabbed and pulled on Betty's leg, slipping her up so that the blond flopped on top of her. Veronica landed a slap across her face, hissing "Dirty cunt!"
But Betty had still gripped the showerhead on her way down. She grabbed Veronica's face, pinching her nose shut and raising her tool to focus its flow straight into her mouth. Veronica screamed and gurgled back at her, eyes wide and thrashing wildly as she choked on the point blank shower spray. Her eyes teared up from the mouthful of hot water interfering with her breathing, but focused enough to punch Betty square in the eye.

"OW! Watch it!" Betty yelped as she backed up to rest on her knees, holding her throbbing eye. It was already starting to swell when Veronica turned and wretched up a mouthful of water into the tub, still slowly filling thanks to Betty dropping the still running showerhead. Veronica held the edge of the tub to steady herself, and when Betty tried to lunge after her she leaned on her hips and raised her legs, double kicking Betty in the lower belly and sending her flying backward back out of the bathroom. She hefted herself off the wet tile and went after her with a vengeance. Both girls clashed as soon as they were both out the door, throwing punches as fast and viciously as they could for eachother. They shoved and pelted eachothers' chests and faces with their hasty blows, aggressively working their way down the hall and knocking over anything unlucky enough to be in their way.

Veronica managed to grab Betty in a headlock, twisting to bang her face into the nearest wooden door. "Knock, why don't you! It's polite after all, you fat stupid whore!" She repeated the slam again and again before the door was flung open, revealing her daddy's office. It was a sizeable workspace, a big oak desk clearly the center of attention. It had a fine view of the back yard through the window, and assorted (and clearly more expensive than the norm) office supplies careful laid out on top of it.

Veronica normally was not supposed to go in here, but their fight knew no bounds at this rate. Veronica shoved Betty forward, letting her stumble until she tripped and thumped her face off the edge of the desk. She hung by it with one arm, a quick smear of blood on the finely carved wood. Betty went to her knees holding a bloody lip with Veronica marching hot on her heels. Betty saw her coming quickly enough to slide under the desk, crawling quickly and kicking at Veronica's grabbing hands to fend them off.

Veronica just growled and stomped around the desk to get at her. Betty rubbed her head, but as Veronica turned the corner to come at her, she pulled out on one of the nearby drawers. It rammed sharply into Veronica's ribs. The rich brunette was stunned with the sudden pain, unable to stop Betty from tackling her bodily backward. Veronica landed in a sitting position in her dad's big leather chair, the vengeful blond climbing on top of her to straddle her and slam fists back and forth into her face, pounding Veronica senseless.


Veronica laid limply back in her seat for most of the beating, but given the moment it took Betty to catch her breath, she grabbed the letter opener from its place on the desk and jammed its sharp tip into the bottom of Betty's soaking right breast. The blond screamed shrilly as the bladed instrument punched through her clothes and flesh like a scalpel, pull back away from Veronica.
"Don't get your blood on the carpets, bitch!" Veronica hissed bitterly through her swelling and bloodied lips, trying to pull herself more upright in the chair by the arms. Betty was caught up trying to cradle her breast and pull the improvised weapon out, and Veronica took the oppurtunity to raise a leg and kick sharply at her hands, connecting with the handle of the weapon and knocking it deeper and off-target. Betty gave another horrific scream as it dug deeper into her breast meat, and scraped over to tear a greater hole in her top and bra. It left half her right tit hanging out of her shirt, and the slowly bleeding wound visible while Betty groped herself to try and keep pressure on the stinging wound.

Veronica reached past her hand to grab the blade again, pulling it out and raising it over her head. "It's over, bitch! Archie's mine!" she snarled as she rose to her feet at last. "And I'm gonna carve my initials in your tits to prove it! He'll never see those ugly things without thinking of me!"
The fight had clearly escalated and Betty desperately grabbed the placard with Veronica's father's name on it, swinging like a club to loudly thump it into her breast. Veronica gave a sick grunt and tripped backward, toppling alongside the big office chair until both slammed into the broad window behind them. Veronica's wet, pantied ass pressed against the glass, and Betty dropped the latest weapon to charge and throw a big straight kick into Veronica's stomach.

She hadn't quite thought beyond that first hit, and apparently not how hard it would hit besides "as hard as she can." With their pressure and the weight of the chair combined, the window audibly crashed apart behind them. Both girls screamed in pain and panic, bits of glass pelting their bodies as they fell two stories. Even then they slapped and clawed at eachother, for the few seconds it took before the resounding crash filled their ears.

Both girls opened their eyes, bodies a bit stung by the landing but no more hurt than they were in the office. A bit of blood floated past Betty's face before they realized they'd landed in the massive in-ground pool. The blond's eyes popped open and kicked for the surface, bursting back up and gasping for air, spitting a bit of water out. She started for the pool's edge, splashing her way into the shallow end and discarding her shirt, shining with bits of glass and more of a well-made rag now than any piece of actual clothing. Both girls were left in just their panties when Veronica burst out of the water behind the disoriented Betty, clubbing her in the back of the skull with her fist. Becky went down to her knees instantly from the hard and unexpected hit, sinking slightly into the water up to her bare tits. Veronica grabbed nearby to lift up the big pink inner tube she lounged around in (when she felt like swimming but still texting friends) and swung it over Betty's head, trapping it around her arms.

"Wha- hey!? You can't trap me like that!? This is a fight, not some Little Rascals bit!" Betty objected  and struggled, unable to get a solid grasp on the tube to pull the snug fit off, her boobs mounted over the top of the inflatable toy.
"So try and stop me!" Veronica snapped back, throwing a punch into Betty's face. Her head and eyes rolled as she could do nothing to stop the hit, sending her slowly drifting a few feet along the waters. Veronica beat around her face, bruising up her cheeks and eyes with her fists. "Let's ask Archie which of us is prettier now!" she hissed, ignoring that she had taken plenty of damage herself throughout the rivals' massive throwdown that had wrecked the house in their wake. She was bruised and bleeding here and there, but making sure she gave as good as she got while she had Betty in her inflated trap.

With her wet face looking properly dazed, Veronica grabbed the edge of the floaty and flipped it over, leaving Betty heels over head as she screamed just before her head went underwater. Turned completely upside down, her feet kicked wildly as bubbled ran up from her continued scream of surprise and fury. Veronica cackled at her and raised a fist, firing it right into the crotch of the upturned Betty's crotch. The noise coming from beneath the bubbles reached a higher pitchas her knuckles dug into the folds of her crotch through the soaking wet panties.

"Haha! That all you got, blondie! I've got punching bags in our private gym that take a put up a better fight than you!" she gloated, just before she was shut up suddenly by one of Betty's thrashing feet kicking her square in the jaw. She stumbled back, and Betty was able to use a mix of gravity and the water surrounding her top to slip out of the tube and pop back upright in the water.

She climbed onto land at poolside, and as Veronica held her head and stumbled to the edge to hold the side of the pool, Betty reached down and grabbed Veronica by the hair in both vengeful hands. She lifted her head up a bit to slam it down into the stone edge, bouncing her face off of it like a fleshy basketball. Veronica recoiled with a dull thud, slumping in the water. Betty grinned wearily to see a modest splash of blood across the edge of the pool, as well as a tooth knocked clean out of her mouth among the mess.

She reached in again for the stunned Veronica, grabbing her by the hair to yank her partway up before her other hand grabbing onto her soaking wet panties, using them both as levers to force the groaning Veronica towards the back door of the house. Betty flung her towards the door, only for the stone-faced butler to expectantly open the door and hold it for the young ladies, a towel draped over one arm helpfully.


Betty followed until they were both in the laundry room, various baskets of overpriced clothes (both Veronica's and her family's) here and there, folded and clean of piled up and dirty. Veronica had landed on the floor, crashing into one of the baskets. Her panties were wet and stretched enough at this point that they were practically falling off of her, exposing most of her hips, and Betty was hardly any better. The wealthy brunette stumbled back from the door deeper into the room, but Betty pounced on her, straddling her waist and throwing a pair of punches across her face. The rich girl's head whipped left and right from the hits, but she grabbed a bottle of detergent next to the washer. She swung it up like a club, hitting with a softly echoing "dunk!" from the hollowed plastic beating across Betty's face back and forth.

"Didn't see that coming, dumb bitch!?" Veronica hissed hatefully at her through her bloodied lips.
"Didn't think you knew what it was for, you spoiled cunt!" Betty growled back. She grabbed the detergent bottle in mid-swing after a few bashing blows, wrestling with the strange weapon as they both pulled at it. Betty finally twisted it to one side, turning the lid on it and dumping the bright blue laundry soap into Veronica's eyes and mouth in a big, thick splash.

Veronica gave a short scream as it burned her eyes, but quickly it turned to a strangled gagging as she spat up the brightly colored mess. Betty let the emptied weapon go and pushed herself back up, letting Veronica suffer and squirm as she tried to rest and rub some of the soreness from her face, feeling how it was getting swollen herself from being beat around the pool (and the rest of this house). "You brainless brunette! You ruined my face!" she growled, sending a kick into Veronica's ribs as she wiped the sludge from her face like a guest star on Nickelodeon.

"Can't break what's already broken!" Veronica gurgled back, throwing out a sudden kick. Betty stepped back, but she had been aiming for the base of the shelf next to her. A mess of bedsheets and bath towels ready for washing fell off the shelf collapsed on top of Betty, covering her like a massive, musky-smelling net. Trapped and tangled under their weight, Veronica grabbed a spare towel, smearing the blood and soap off her face quickly before taking Betty by the arm, shoving it into the dryer and smashing the door shut on it.

"AUGHHHH!" Betty was too blinded by the bedsheet over her face, but her screams plenty audible as the door pressed shut like it was trying to sever her arm at the elbow. Her feet kicked around wildly and she clawed at the door to try and pull it open, but unable to stop Veronica's forceful crushing.
"I'd fit your whole filthy body in there if you weren't such a fatass!" Veronica shouted back over her screams. She braced a foot on Betty's leg, keeping her in place as she shoved the dryer door open and closed, alternately smashing Betty's arm as it closed and face as it opened.

Finally Betty fell limply to the ground, groaning and writhing slowly with blood pouring freely from her crooked nose after being smashed so many times. "At least the blood stains will come out easy in here," she snorted, grabbing Betty by the leg and dragging her after her. Betty clawed weakly at the carpet, dazed and afraid of what next devilish beating Veronica had in mind for her. As it so happened, Veronica kicked open another door, this time winding up in their large kitchen.
The cook wasn't due to make dinner for hours, so the place was really just littered with the normal household items and appliances one would expect to be there. It was still plenty for Veronica to work with, but she had to go with the classics. She went to the silverware drawer, dropping Betty to rifle through its contents. Betty rubbed her aching arm and tried to slide away across the floor before Veronica produced a sharp-looking steak knife.

"Now we're talking," Veronica sneered, turning and stalking after Betty as she rested her back against the fridge. Veronica grabbed her by the neck. "I think you could use another hole in those tits, you little piglet!"
Betty grabbed above her and yanked the fridge door open, smacking it across Veronica's cheek. She grunted but maintained her grip, so Betty grabbed one of the plastic shelves inside it and pulled down, leaning back against the fridge to avoid the worst of the collapsing wave of its contents. Veronica, meanwhile, was pelted with a gallon of milk, several glass bottles of imported beer, condiments, eggs, and strong-smelling cheese among other various parts of edible avalanche.

Veronica was forced to let go and fall over backward, an utter mess covering her and the floor. Her mouth hung open in outrage and shock, letting Betty tackle her to the ground and ignoring the sticky white mess around and under them. They rolled and clawed at eachother, tearing the last of their panties off in the process as they kicked and grabbed at eachother wildly, both hurt and exhausted from their long, violent struggle.

Betty cracked Veronica's teeth together with a sharp uppercut, knocking the brunette back from her. Betty pursued her stunned enemy, but only after she'd picked up the trash can. "Time to put you where you belong!" Betty growled and slammed it top-down over Veronica's stunned head like a disgusting helmet. Bits of coffee grounds and banana peels fell over her, and Veronica's outraged scream echoed inside it as she hurried to dump it off of herself. The blond laughed down at her stained and sullied features before throwing a kick for her face. It smacked across Veronica's cheek, but she grabbed Betty's ankle and kept her leg raised in the air.

Betty grabbed onto the countertop for balance, but Veronica let her stay in that position so she could swing her own uppercut into Betty's pussy, burying her knuckles between her puffy lower lips.

"OUWWWF!" Betty blurted out shrilly, starting to tumble down but Veronica lifting her ankle up higher until it was hooked on the counter and Betty's back was against the wall, leaving her propped up for the darker-haired fighter to start dishing out punches faster and harder into her twat like a pink punching bag.

Betty was wretching from the penetrating pain before long, Veronica finally jamming her fingers from both hands into her swollen pussy. Betty shuddered violently as her hands reached inside and spread her painfully wide and fast, exposing her fleshy insides to the brunette with her nails raking along the tender inner walls. Betty did all she could to pull her leg free and collapse into the spilled food and trash, curling up and holding her pussy as she coughed for air between pained wheezing breaths.

"Forget those ugly tits," Veronica grunted, crawling over to find the dirtied knife among the mess. "I'll ruin you for good, starting with all that ugly blond mess!" She lifted Betty's head up off the ground by a fistful of hair, raised off the ground as the whimpering, aching blond could only rub her slashed up and bleeding snatch. Betty took the knife to it and sawed at it, slicing through the hair to remove several inches of hair from her head, letting it drop as the gripped clump was sheared off by the blade.

"I'l see you bald, you man-stealing cunt!" Veronica snarled, taking another piece of hair at the visibly helpless Betty and slicing at it next. While she was caught up in her revenge, Betty grabbed blindly at the garbage around her. She grasped a potato peeler, discarded and rusty, stabbing it up into Veronica's exposed tits. The brunette howled in horrified pain as the dull blade jammed into the soft flesh of her chest, close to having skewered her nipple as it buried itself in her boob. Veronica released her opponent's hair, resting on her knees and delicately pulling the dirty weapon out, wincing whenever its peeler blade cut at her skin and bloodied tit's soft tissue. Betty crawled off, hair in a wild mix of short and long as she grabbed one of the large, wet carrots from among the mess from the fridge. Veronica got the dull blade out easily enough, though with care and falling to her hands and knees, panting as she cupped her blood-leaking breast.

Her face twisted in surprise when Betty paid her back from the pussy beating by shoving the carrot into her ass, getting her to jump and yelp as her jiggling, perky ass clenched around it fearfully. Betty stood up and threw a furious kick into the thicker end of the invasive vegetable, jamming it a bit deeper and getting a wordless gurgle from Veronica as she fell on top of her face and tits on the sloppy floor.

"You don't pay your maids enough to clean up after you," Betty sneered before hopping up and smashing a knee across Veronica's back. She wailed and clutched at her back, rolling painfully in the spreading muck of the kitchen floor. Starting to get tired of the blood mixing with the food staining their skin, Betty grabbed Veronica by one arm and dragged her after her. She found herself back in the main lobby, snorting and shaking her head. "Who built this stupid place!?" she snapped before stomping up the stairs. Rather than navigate the ruined rooms and halls they'd already torn through, he lugged Veronica behind her, letting her head thump against the odd few steps and not minding as the carrot popped unceremoniously out of her ass.

She kicked open a door near the top of the steps, and quickly judged it to be Veronica's own room. The pink and purple everywhere, the big cushy bed, the oversized mirror in front of an overstocked dressed and makeup kit. Betty sneered at how excessive the whole thing looked, and again when she caught sight of the mirror. Both girls were caked in sludge, pool water, blood, sweat, bruises, and anything else they'd rolled in and crashed through. She knew she was running on rage alone at this point, and wanted to put Veronica out NOW.

When she turned back to her, Veronica had grabbed one of her extra sets of shoes and swung one like a club to smash down on her toe. Betty howled out in pain and fell to the carpet, Veronica pouncing on her like a lioness. "NOBODY goes in my room!" Veronica screamed at her. "Nobody but Archie!" She swung the shoe wildly, hammering one Betty's face and leaving more ugly bruises, dull crunches and thuds. Betty flailed her arms up to try and cut off the beating, grabbing the sheets of the nearby bed and yanking them off to get in between them. The shoe was quickly tangled in them, allowing Betty to stretch them off and tie it into a loop around Veronica's neck like a makeshift noose. She squeezed and pulled, Veronica's eyes rolling and gagging as she spit and drooled over it.

The brunette scratched desperately at Betty's face, leaving a few more red slashes and bloody cuts on her. Her assailant grit her teeth and kept up the attack, Veronica starting to turn a shade of purple-red when she grabbed a framed photo of her and Archie at the bedstand, swinging it and smashing the glass front to pieces on Betty's face. She screamed and let go of the sheet to grab her face, Veronica sucking in air loudly and desperately. She coughed a moment before she grabbed and threw Betty onto her bed, mounting her and sinking her teeth into the already open wound from the letter opening in her tit, tearing at the already tender flesh. Betty screamed and thrashed.
"OH FUCK! STOP, YOU PSYCHO BITCH!" Betty shrieked, reaching down too dig her nails into the savage brunette's eyes. "GET OFF BEFORE I RIP THEM OUT!" she threatened loudly. Veronica just snarled and gnawed at her, swinging her fists into the sides of Betty's stomach. Betty shoved her way to her feet, Veronica still latched onto her and swinging wildly as her eyes watered, but with her mouth full of her opponent's flesh and blood she didn't seem to care if she could see.

Betty scoured for something more affective to hit her with, getting lightheaded with blood loss and pain through her whole body, her endurance about at its limits. She saw vanity set where Veronica had set up her mirror and various beauty products, seeing her best bet as she charged towards it, twisting to make Veronica slam into it instead of herself. She cracked right into the power outlet, where Veronica's hair dryer, phone charger, and laptop were plugged in. The dryer's plug popped loose as her back connected with it, Veronica spasming violently as she was shocked by the current and her hair sprang up on end.

"Nice look, you sick dyke!" Betty hissed bitterly before throwing a heavy cross to the paralyzed Veronica's face. Electricity still crackled in her hair as she was slumped backward over the dresser, Betty grabbing the most dastardly looking thing in reach. She fired up the electric hair straightener, squeezing the handle until she could feel it heating up in her hand. She kicked Veronica's legs wide open, the rich bitch mumbling out a desperate, clumsy "No... nooo..." before the hot iron was shoved up her pussy. She could smell her bush burning and her sensitive twat getting scalded as she screamed and cried, spasming over the probing torturous beauty product.

Betty found herself smiling sadistically as Veronica squirmed like a stuck pig before her eyes rolled back in her head from all the pain and she collapsed onto the carpet. The instrument was still stuck in her, which Betty cautiously pulled out. She gave a testing kick or two at Veronica's side, but her body just bounced and slumped heavily. "I'll tell Archie hi for you." Betty spit on her for good measure before stepping out of the room.

"Smithers? My purse, please," Betty huffed, fixing her sweaty, cut up blonde hair as best she could, gently touching her various gashes and bruises on her exposed body. The butler appeared with hardly a wandering eye or curiously raised eyebrow, handing off her purse to the naked blonde.
"I'll see your things are delivered to you once the help has them mended. If that's alright, miss."
"Whatever," Betty grunted. "That's fine."
"And as a common courtesy and by no means an act of deception or disservice to this family, you should watch out, madam," he added before curly turning to walk off.
Betty considered this a moment before she turned around, the screaming Veronica charging at her with her hands stretched out for her throat. Betty shrieked, but readily reached into her purse, and just before they collided, Veronica's face was filled with a generous squirt of mace.
Veronica let out a furious scream, grabbing for Betty blindly but only grabbing hold of the railing. Betty stared wide-eyed a moment as her rival's eyes watered in agony,  smiling proudly at the sight. Before she went down from the overwhelming pain, Veronica still swung a leg out and by sheer luck, kicked the blond squarely in the pussy.

Both girls went down in agony, Veronica holding her eyes wild Betty clutched her pussy. Both girls twitched and groaned quietly for a bit before Betty grabbed the railing, slowly dragging herself up to her feet while she clutched her pussy tightly with one hand. “No need to see me out,” Betty growled weakly, but threw another kick into Veronica for good measure, sending her tumbling limply down the stairs. Betty noted that she was still weakly breathing when she passed her by, though wasn’t quite sure if that was a good or bad thing in her own eyes. She let herself out the front entrance, the suffering she felt eased a bit by the sense of triumph. She buckled her naked body into her car, not caring who saw anymore. A few new scars and an ugly haircut were worth it to keep Archie to herself.

Bar Brawl pt 3 : Apartment Attack

an indirect sequal to #2. it isn't necessary to read, since the fight doesn't take place at the same arena or have the same exact fighters, just one of them returning



Angie had moved on from her last loss at the bar. She let the job go and was hired somewhere else easily enough. It gave her more time to stay at home and work on her college courses and hang out with friends. When they were all caught up or busy, though, she found herself at home cleaning up the apartment she shared with Nora.

Nora was a year younger than Angie, but a couple of inches shorter and 10 pounds heavier. She didn't show the latter much, still a rather petit girl and not nearly as big as some of the other girls Angie knew (or fought with...). Standing next to her though, it made Angie look particularly slim. Most of the weight on Nora seemed to go to her chest, as she also had a pair of big 34 D cups, looking even bigger on her slim but shapely body. It was especially true when living alongside Angie, her slighter figure and 32As looking particularly small by comparison.

Unfortunately for Ang, she couldn't appreciate the free time at home because she hadn't gotten along with Nora to begin with. She also found a lot of her spare time at the apartment was spent cleaning up the place. Doing dishes or laundry seemed to fall on her as Nora was busier partying until all hours of the night. Sick of cleaning up her messes for her, Angie one day decided to confront her on it.

Nora was lounging on the couch in her sleeveless peach shirt and cut off jean shorts, long legs folded together as she played on her Ipad.
"So when were you going to start doing any work around here?" Angie pried, leaning over the couch and staring meaningfully at her roommate. She wore a sleeveless shirt and shorts herself, but a grey shirt and black gym shorts instead of the "daisy dukes" look.

"Oh jeez. I've been way too busy for that!" Nora excused lazily, as she made another bird angry on her Ipad. "And you've gotten so good at it. Why ruin a good thing we've got going?"
"Because I'm sick of it!" Angie snapped more firmly. She shoved the Ipad from Nora's hands, leaving her looking at them in surprise and then anger.

"Well nobody asked you to do it in the first place!" Nora hissed back, getting up on her knees on the couch and smacking Angie's hands away. "So chill the fuck out already!" She shoved Angie in the chest, making her move back a step. Angie stepped right back into place behind the couch.
"Well I'm tired of cleaning up after you, and I'm tired of coming back home with this place a huge fucking mess every night! So stop acting like a stupid little kid and start pulling your weight already!"
"Well you can't make me, MOM! So how about you fuck off and get off my case?" She reached back for her Ipad in a huff, but that had apparently touched a nerve.

Angie lunged over the couch, grabbing at Nora. The roommate screamed before she was hit by the tackle, both girls not expecting the momentum of the move and both falling off the couch, rolling over the carpet. They blindly thrashed and grabbed at eachother, leaving harmless but stinging scratches over eachothers' necks, faces and arms. Angie managed to balance herself on top after a lot of tumbling, grabbing Nora by the hair and shaking her by it until her head thumped against the floor.

Nora endured a second thump of the same variety before she reached an arm high enough to start slapping rapidly at the side of Angie's head. Angie released with one hand to swipe and grab at the attacking arm, letting Nora sneak her other hand under her for a punch in the chest. "AHH!" Ang rolled off of her roommate, rubbing the injured breast.
"You hit me in the boob, you bitch!" Angie snapped at her as Nora dragged herself back up to her knees.
"You can't call those boobs. I was lucky I could even find them without a map!" She sent a slap across Angie's face, the noise ringing across the apartment. Angie fell slightly to one side, only to catch herself with one hand and push back up, hitting Nora with a punch to the face. It made Nora land fully on her side, but she threw a kick that smacked into Angie's stomach. It knocked the wind out of her as she fell to one side, clutching her flat belly and rolling painfully.

Nora crawled over to her on all fours after her, but Angie grabbed the sofa and pulled herself back to her unsteady feet. Nora grabbed one of her legs by the ankle, rising as she pulled on it. Angie yelped and landed halfway off the couch, her upper body down against its back or cushions as Nora straddled her stomach. "How about I get to work on this, bitch?" she sneered as she started shooting punches down into Angie's face.

"UHN! UHN! UHN!" Angie grunted and her head bounced a bit with each blow, Nora swinging both fists into her rapidly. It knocked her a bit silly before Nora grabbed one of the throw pillows, mashing it over Angie's face and shoving down. "MMMMMMFFMM!" Ang flailed and kicked wildly at her, but Nora held the pillow in place to stifle her shouting and breathing.
"Finally, a way to shut you up!" Nora hissed, leaning on it with one hand while her other hand delivered random punches and smacks to her side and ribs.

Finally getting an idea where Nora was in her bucking and swinging, Angie stretched one of her legs out and slammed it upward. It bashed right into Nora's back, getting a sharp scream out of her as she grabbed her back. Angie shoved the pillow off her face, gasping in air and shoving Nora in her D cups, sending her falling backward off the couch.

Nora landed flat on her back, grunting and opening her eyes again to see Angie getting up to her knees on the couch. She dove for Nora to hit her at full force coming off the couch, but the bustier roommate saw the second pounce coming and rolled aside.

"AHHGH!" Angie gave a quick yelp of pain and gripped her fist as it bounced off the floor. Nora took advantage by grabbing Angie by the hair, yanking it towards herself and letting the smaller blond fall flat at her feet. By the time she'd realized where she was, Nora's jean shorts-covered ass sat on top of her stomach. The dominating blonde grabbed her by the wrists and leaned forward, her hefty breasts wobbling over Angie's face behind her t-shirt like they were dancing mockingly above her.
"Gotcha now, you big mouthed cunt!" Nora hissed down at her, squeezing her wrists and letting her position and weight keep Angie trapped under her. Angie kicked and squirmed beneath her, but it was proving a childishly efficient method of containing her.

"Let go of me!" Angie shouted in outrage, her thrashing unable to lift her arms nearly high enough to take a swing at her hated roommate. The efforts just left herself getting sweaty and exhausted, forced to flop back fully on to her back and fuming up at Nora.

"What you gonna do? Make me?" she mocked back at her, tugging one of Angie's trapped wrist to one side to smack herself in the face. She squeaked and recoiled from it, more shocking than painful, and was able to turn her face away from most of Nora's continued attempts, reducing their struggle to a humiliating game of "stop hitting yourself."

"Ow! Knock it the fuck off!" Angie shrieked, trying to buck and roll but Nora barely budging from her perch on her belly.
"What's the matter? You stuck? All out of  gas already, you skinny bitch?" Nora grinned down at her. Angie had to be reminded of her fights with Dawn, partly from fighting her bigger foe (though at a much smaller scale with Nora). It had her realize if this were any sort of actual wrestling match, she'd have been well past the three, or even ten-count. It got her angrier, but she still couldn't slip out to escape. She just growled and pushed fruitlessly against Nora's hands and hips.

"Still need something to shut you up, huh? Fine, titless bitch!" Nora leaned further forward, letting her breasts drop at a menacingly slow pace over Angie's head. She kicked and wriggled, but her legs couldn't reach anything useful before the D-cups consumed her face. It wasn't to the level of Dawn's curvy body, or as bad as some of the girls made it look in catfight videos, but it was still humiliating, making her own hot breaths and angry shouts heat up the flesh and fabric against her face and make breathing even more difficult as her stomach was squashed.

"How you like seeing these up close, you righteous twat? I've seen you staring at them! You jealous? Or this make you hot, you little lezzie?!" Nora gloated down at her, getting Angie to protest... well, something. She certainly sounded angry and indignant buried under her D's, though, getting a laugh from Nora that let them jiggle more in her face. She rose up slightly, just enough to lift her hips and bump her butt down on top of Angie's stomach, making her cough out another big breath into her big breasts.

When Nora delivered a few more bounces of her shapely ass, she sat more upright, leaving her chest cleared from her face. Angie looked bright red and coughed for the fresh air. "Ready to give?" Nora grinned, breathing a bit heavily herself but not nearly as badly as Angie. "You willing to stay my bitch and clean up MY apartment?"
Angie did her best to not look pathetic and glare back at her. "Oh go to hell," she snarled, trying to catch her breath and vent some of the seething hate she'd been growing for her roommate over the last few months.
"Uh oh, wrong answer," Nora chimed mockingly, leaning over her head once again. "Looks like someone needs another time out with the girls again!"
Angie saw it coming better this time, and refusing to wind up in that smother again, she swung her head up. It was one of the few parts she could still move in her predicament, and it was her only chance to hit something with it. She'd headbutted Nora right in her breast, making it jiggle against her forehead before Nora gave a sharp cry, sitting back up and clutching her chest.

"You hit me in the boob!" she cried indignantly, but her recoiling in pain was just what Angie needed. She reached her longer legs up from behind her, latching her feet around her neck and pulling backward. Nora screamed out and fell to the floor between Angie's legs. Angie kept her grip by flexing her long legs, squeezing her calves around the base of Lora's neck and her shoulders. Her captive grunted and clawed at her, but could only tug at her shirt from the awkward angle of Angie's counter attack. Angie rolled to one side, flopping Nora onto her back so she could sit up, catching her breath a moment before swinging her fist like a hammer onto Nora's stomach.


"UNGG!" Nora gave a throaty grunt as she choked and suffered the belly blow. Her hands left their struggle with Angie's legs to try to rub and cover her stomach, letting Angie squeeze her longer legs around her neck.
"Yea! Not so fun when you can't breathe, now is it?" Angie hissed at her, swinging more flailing punches at her roommate's stomach. Her hands got in the way of most of them, but she still writhed and cringed from the attempted hits. It didn't give her much to fight back with, still stuck to the ground as if Angie had caught her in a giant mousetrap that was her thighs.

"Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you didn't stink so much! Rghhh! Let go!" Nora snarled at her, shoving and clawing at her legs with one hand before she bit into Angie's leg in desperation.
Angie shrieked and released her, Nora quickly rolling to all fours and trying to scramble away from her and for the door. Angie grabbed her by her trailing foot, standing up herself and marching backward. Nora gave a shriek and clawed at the carpet, only to be dragged across it roughly as the rug burns stung her arms, chest and stomach. "You're not going anywhere, you deadbeat skank!" Angie shouted down at her, swinging a kick into her ass from behind.

Nora jolted from the kick with another yelp, but rolled over and kicked Angie in the chest. Her small breast flattened against her chest, knocking her back over so they landed side by side. Both girls grabbed wildly for the other, and both were unable to get on top of their rival. Angie grabbed Nora by her hair, shaking her head viciously side to side. "I'll rip you bald, you fat bitch!" she hissed as she tore at her hair with Nora's head jerking along behind it.

Nora couldn't see straight like that, but she could still lash out and claw over Angie's face and neck. She slapped a hand into her shoulders, letting her find her way down and wrapping a hand around Angie's throat.
"I'm gonna rip you to pieces, you lazy fAAUGK!" Angie was cut off in mid rant as her air and spittle was caught in her throat, leaving her choking in Nora's strangling grasp. The strength suddenly sucked out of her, she still swung her fist in short stabbing swings at Nora's head, making her wince as she climbed on top of Angie's chest again. Fearing how easily this could wind up with her stuck under Nora again, Angie yanked her arms away before Nora could grab them. She used one to grab onto her shirt, pulling back and swinging her other in a heavy punch into one of Nora's tits.
"AWW!" Nora cupped her chest again, her heavy orb still sore from the last hit. Angie swung in a frenzy up at her, fists smacking audibly against Nora's jugs and sending them bouncing out of control, apparently not one to wear her bra around the house given how much they bounced around. It just served to make Angie's resisting punches do all the more damage, Nora finally forced to back off and get to her feet.

"Where you going?! You get back and clean up this shit of yours for once!" Angie raged at her, trying to follow her up but Nora giving her a stomp between her legs on the way up. Angie instantly gasped and fell back down, cupping her crotch with both hands as she rolled on the floor.


"I am TIRED of your whiny ass!" Nora growled, stomping down again and slamming her foot onto Angie's side. She rolled to her knees, curling up almost fetal as Nora stomped at her back and head for good measure. The heavier girl hit her hard, and after that crotch stomp Angie looked like she was down and hurting. "Get up!" Nora barked at her, grabbing a big handful of Angie's hair and ripping up on it. "Get off YOUR lazy ass! You think I don't have classes and shit? You think I don't have a life!? You're gonna clean YOUR apartment, and you're gonna like it!"

Nora slapped her across the face sharply, Angie squeaking as her head whipped with it. "You got that, bitch?! Huh?!" She slapped her a few more times, holding her hair firmly in a tight, painful tangle with her fingers. Nora pulled her close to leer into her face, her breath hot and heavy from all that rolling around as it puffed over Angie's face. "You try this shit with me and I will FUCK you up! Got that?!" she threatened, shaking Angie's head by the hair again for emphasis.

Angie cringed from the pain, gritting her teeth and clenching up her pretty face. She finally leered back at her hatefully, shaking her head no (gingerly) just before throwing all her tiny weight into a punch to the guts.

"UFFF!" Nora gave a husky grunt as the wind was knocked out of her, wide-eyed and gasping weakly. She grabbed for the couch for balance, back where it had all started. Angie shrugged off the pain, her face bright red with anger and burning pain from the slaps and punches. While Nora was still struggling to start breathing again, Angie shoved into her back, letting Nora stumble forward and crash into the wall. She leaned into it, moaning with her cheek flat against it before she caught herself by her palms. Angie was quick to race after her and jump onto her back, shoving both of her hands into Nora's hair and grabbing two clumps as big as she could manage. She pulled until she was shaking Nora's head around like it was on puppet strings, screaming in furious pain as Angie was locking her long legs around her roommate's hips and holding on tight.

Nora found herself again trapped in Angie's legs, though not nearly so tight or solid a grip around her lower body. Angie was, of course, still shaking her head around and thumping her head against the wall. Nora shoved off of it, only to find Angie pulling on her hair harder to lift herself up off the ground, hanging on by her grip on her head and clenching thighs in a crude, violent piggy back ride. Nora gave a sharp gasp as she staggered a step back from the wall, only for most of Angie's weight to be leaning on her neck and shoulders. She clawed at Angie's legs, her skinny limbs providing very little for her to catch or scratch efficiently enough to make her stop. Her scalp was burning from all the wild, random tearing and yanking, and she was getting dizzy from her neck being jerked around so much. She spin around wildly, trying to whip hard enough to throw Angie off, but she held tight with her sexy legs and painted nails buried in her hair.

"Get off me, you scrawny little psycho!" Nora screeched at her hatefully, unable to get any kind of proper grip or shot at the mounting Ang. Nora managed to turn around enough so that she could rush backward, smashing Angie's back into the wall with her sandwiched between it and Nora. Angie hit it with a loud SLAM and grunted as her legs lost some of their grip on her opponent. Nora stepped forward and smashed her into the wall again, though much shorter and less effective a charge this time. Angie was still losing her hold, coughing violently from the bodily slams. She changed her grip on Nora, releasing her hair. Nora had a brief moan of relief from the pain finally subsiding, but Angie threw her arms around her neck, as if a hug that was aimed too high. And aimed for her throat.

Her hugging grip held tight, Angie shoved her arm against her throat as she stumbled back. Nora gave a loud gag, spraying some spit from her lips and over her arms as she struggled to breathe and swallow around Angie's grasp.
"Who's shutting who up now, you fucking slut?!" Angie shouted in her ear as she hung on her back, Nora staggering away from the wall and flailing to stay up. The exhaustion of carrying Angie was wearing her down all the quicker with her stranglehold on her. She swung wildly behind her, never doing more than slapping at Angie's hips with her fingertips and nails. She rammed blindly in one direction, crashing them both into a small dresser and nearly falling over, but both staying in their positions.

Angie's arms throbbed with effort as she held tight, exhausted and sore herself and while mostly angry, partly afraid to let go and give Nora another shot at her. She held on with both arms and legs, sending quick shots with her knee into her ribs and side whenever Nora grew especially slow or distracted by the pain. Nora gave soft, sharp grunts and squeaks when she was hit by them, thrashing again but still ridden into exhaustion. She leaned on the couch for a few moments before she finally collapsed on the ground, Nora still all but strapped to her back. the room was quiet except for both girls' heavy wheezing, each of them exhausted and collapsed in a heap together, only with Angie on top.

"You..." she panted wearily, shaking her arms insistently around Nora's throat. "You give?" she tried again.
Nora just groaned beneath her, cuing Angie to slap her in the back of the head with one arm, the other staying stuck to her neck. "I said you give, bitch? Or I... I gotta teach you to watch your month... mouth... again?" She was dizzy with effort, but she was on top. She was the winner here.

Nora finally gave a groggy nod, trapped on the ground with her face in a pool of her own drool. Angie gave her another authoritative smack in the head, shaky arms pushing herself up to sit upright on her roommate's back. "Then stop your whining and clean up this mess you made," she ordered breathily. "Otherwise it's more of that for ya."

She held her breath, hoping Nora wouldn't call her bluff. The exhausted roomy just nodded at last, waving at Angie in a moaning plea for her to get off. Angie laughed a bit at her before boosting herself up to the couch, flopping onto it a sweaty and weary heap herself. She was looking forward to catching her breath, taking a shower, and then lounging around the rest of the night in her PJs while she made sure that Nora did some major cleaning around the apartment.

Bar Brawl pt 2

just a rematch of the first battle below. a 3rd coming with a new fighter

The B&G tavern was a mirror of its days from the original match. There was the usual weekend crowd from the locals and the nearby college campus, but it was especially packed with their advertised rematch that was to be that night. It was a month or two ago that their waitresses Dawn and Angie had thrown down, the girls trading blows for a while before Dawn's size proved too much for her and crushed Angie. Angie had left the bar as she'd promised, but had recently approached the owner about a rematch. She said she wanted a rematch with the big blond, ready to pay her back for the humiliating defeat she faced last time.

Given the crowd and the income it had drawn in, the owner was quick to run it by Dawn. She had been getting extra tips ever since, having a bit of a rep as the "fighting waitress" after her victory. She was glad to accept the rematch, glad to prove 2 - 0 that she had Angie beat as the bigger, better girl. With both so eager and the patrons glad to watch another, the match was quickly arranged.

The Saturday night had the ring set up in the middle of the bar, every other space full of people standing or sitting, and almost all of them drinking at any given point. The owner had put up part of the night's income as part of the prize, but it felt unnecessary given the grudge between the girls, even when they had stopped working together.

The girls were already in the ring, staring eachother down and stretching in their corners. Both of them had sleeveless shirts with "B&G Grill" across the chests, each of them cut short so that their arms and waists were exposed over bikini bottoms. Angie wore blue bottoms, her skinny but shapely model's body largely on display in the outfit, and glad to show it off.

Dawn wore the same, though with a larger size and red bikini bottoms. The B&G shirt was also just a bit too small, clinging to her impressive double-d's. It also exposed her own stomach, and while she wasn't what most would call a fat girl, she had much bigger and softer curves than Angie and a bit more to show for it. She still flaunted all she had to the crowd, bouncing on her toes to jiggle her breasts and wiggling her thick hips.

From the bar, the bartender took up a mic to announce the girls.

"In this corner, our returning B&G champion! She's 21, 5'4", and bringing in the big guns, her 39DDs! Give it up for Dawn!" The crowd gave her plenty of cheers and whistles, especially the returning customers from the previous fight that saw her in action (and topless).

"And her opponent! The returning challenger, with a 0-1 record. Also 21, 5'5", and some of the cutest 32As you'll ever see. Welcoming back Angie!"

The slimmer, prettier girl got her own share of praise from the crowd, Angela waving to them and shouting "Who wants to see me kick this bitch's fat ass!?" to get an extra spike of volume from the crowd.

"Good luck trying!" Dawn scoffed back, flexing her thicker arms across the ring at her. "You're gonna get squashed flat same as last time."

"Sounds like they're ready!" the bartender laughed. "So let's not waste any more time and let them get to it!" He rang the bell and the girls came right at eachother. Dawn tried pressuring Angie into a corner, but the smaller and lighter  girl kept outmaneuvering her, circling to keep the blond turning to keep up with her.

Angie used the same speed to land the first strike, sprinting in to kick Dawn's thicker leg. Dawn slowed a moment, but stayed steady and swung at Angie's head. She stayed smart and jumped back from the blow, clearly intent on using her speed and long legs to her advantage. Dawn took another swipe at a slap at her, whiffing again and giving Angie the opening to rush in and send a kick to her open belly. The foot hit with a resounding smack, jiggling Dawn's bigger body with the impact.

"Too slow, 'champ!" Angie gloated, being untouched while Dawn grunted was holding her kicked in belly. Dawn growled in frustration and charged for her, trying to grab Angie around the middle to crush her between her arms and body. Angie quickly sidestepped her, the brunette's lean body evading her yet again and still not winded. As Dawn stumbled forward, Angie grabbed her by the hair from behind and pulled, getting Dawn to arch her back and give a shout of surprise and pain. It thrust her bigger boobs out towards the crowd, getting some excited cheers out of them.

Angie gave another quick twist of her hair to get another crowd-pleasing yell out of her, but her playing to the audience left her open to a reverse elbow from Dawn.

"OOHF!" Angie gave a big grunt as the elbow smacked into her modest breast, rattling her whole body as she bounced back away from her opponent. Dawn spun around, whipping her arm with her to send a backhand across Angie's face. "AWW!" She spun almost completely around from the wrecking ball of a blow, and while she was facing the audience rubbing her cheek, Dawn moved in behind her and interlocked her fingers around the smaller girl's belly.

"Wha? Wait! No, let go!" Angie protested, clawing at the heavy blond's wrists. Dawn ignored the stinging nails and hefted her up in her big arms. The tight and awkward hug lifted Angie off her feet, Dawn's tits pressing into her back before twisting her in midair and dropping Angie back first across her knee. The grip wasn't tight enough to keep her there, but the over the knee backbreaker hit hard enough to bounce her off and onto the mat.

The lightweight Angie landed while rolling away from Dawn, immediately grabbing her back and a look of pain on her pretty face. She stumbled while trying to rise, instead resorting to grabbing the nearby ropes to pull herself back to her feet. While Ang leaned on them for a moment's rest, Dawn charged in behind her and slammed her chubby body against her back. It crushed Ang's tits against the ropes, what small amount of meat she had being squashed against her ribs as she gagged and gasped before the crowd. Dawn rammed against her a few times, bouncing Angie's light body off the ropes beneath her. Her own juicy butt jiggled behind them until she came to a stop, leaning over Angie and grabbing the ropes to pull her tight against her. Angie choked out a few screams as she thrashed and shoved at the ropes, their size difference all the more apparent as Angie's were swallowed up and squished by the ring ropes, while Dawn's were big enough to squash into her back and start overflowing past Angie's sides, her swelling sideboob peeking out at the attentive crowd.

Dawn finally stepped back and pulled on the ropes, snapping to throw Angie backward onto the mats, rubbing her tender little tits. Dawn pumped a fist into the air, firing up the crowd more as she advanced on and grabbed Angie by the arm, forcing her back to her unsteady feet before shoving her across the ring. Angie ran out of control into the ropes, rebounding off them and flying towards Dawn's incoming arm. Angie had gathered enough wits about her to duck under the blow, pivoting right behind the still swinging Dawn. When she spun around, Angie was waiting. She threw all her scrawny weight behind a big hook, smacking right across Dawn's plump but pretty face and sending her staggering back.

The crowd started to get back behind the little brunette, still catching her breath but holding surprisingly strong for her endurance and athletic nature. She ran in and grabbed Dawn by her long blonde locks, carefully aiming and launching punch after punch into Dawn's face. Her size and strength advantage didn't do much for her when the blows went straight to her head, driving her back against the ropes after a few well-timed hits leaving her dizzied and punch drunk. While Dawn rubbed her aching face, one arm braced over the ropes, Angie slid between the bottom and middle rope to stand on the ring apron.

Making a point to wiggle her slender hips for the audience while she had her back to them, she balanced on the edge of the ring outside the ropes as she reached around the bustier Dawn. At first it looked like she was trying a bearhug on the bigger girl, but reached up to grab her D cups instead. Dawn gave out a shocked scream as Angie squeezed her hands around them, pulling the shirt up a bit so she could gouge her fingers into the soft flesh of her tits. "That's it! Payback's a bitch, ain't it, you cow!?" Angie shouted over her victim's pained howls.

Angie maintained her vicious grip, but pulled upward. It scratched her nails over Dawn's underboob, but more noticeably started to pull up on her shirt. A few good yanks and it was ripped up over her tits, letting Dawn's jiggling chest flop into view to the cheering crowd. The catcalls seemed to be in equal parts for Dawn and Angie, with Angie's confident show and targeting of Dawn's biggest assets, and for Dawn being the unwilling presenter of her jumbo jugs.

"Uhnnnn! Let go, you scrawny bitch!" Dawn moaned out, reaching back and grabbing Angie by the hair. Angie screamed but held on tight, which meant squeezing and raking her nails over Dawn's rack. Dawn's own strong fingers kept their grip as well, and she suddenly pulled forward to swing Angie over the ropes and her shoulder by the hair. She landed back in the ring with a huge bang, bouncing off her tailbone and grabbing her ass with a shocked look on her face from the shock going up her spine.

Dawn tugged at her top, pulling away from her neck but finding the shirt stretched and torn around the chest. Hearing the fired up crowd from her unintended flashing, she smirked and pulled the B&G shirt off completely. It got the biggest shouts and cheers of the night as she finally whipped it off, twirling it proudly over her head as her soft belly but more noticeable tits jiggled before the crowd.

"How's that for advertising?" chuckled the bartender to himself.

Dawn kept the shortened t-shirt in her grasp, wrapping it around the sitting Angie's neck and pulling back on it. Angie gagged and grabbed at the shirt as it pulled up against her throat, approving hoots ringing out from the crowd as the topless Dawn wrapped it into a crude, cloth noose, pulling Angie behind her like a leash. It certainly wasn't tight enough to knock her out or asphyxiate Angie, but it was enough to make her life miserable for a minute or so.

She finally let go, letting the sweaty shirt fall around Angie and leaving her flat on her back. Angie pulled at the shirt, trying to cough and gasp fresh air back into her body. Dawn decided to impede that as she stomped down on her, Dawn's heavy foot smashing down into Angie's belly and knocking the wind back out of her. The skinny brunette rolled to her side, feet kicking from the pain as she hugged her stomach.

Dawn shifted her legs to stand directly over Angie's upper body, letting her squirm in between her feet. The brunette barely seemed to recognize what was happening with all the pain in her back and belly, giving Dawn ample time to grin down at her and drop. Even with the shouted warnings of some of her remaining fans, Dawn's wide ass crashed down on top of Angie's chest. She wheezed out the last of her air, her tiny A's flattened against her breastbone.

Dawn shifted her legs to stand directly over Angie's upper body, letting her squirm in between her feet. The brunette barely seemed to recognize what was happening with all the pain in her back and belly, giving Dawn ample time to grin down at her and drop. Even with the shouted warnings of some of her remaining fans, Dawn's wide ass crashed down on top of Angie's chest. She wheezed out the last of her air, her tiny A's flattened against her breastbone.

Dawn laughed down at Angie as she squirmed around, still trapped under her. "That'll teach you to put some meat on those bones," she gloated, cupping her breasts and bouncing them for the audience (as well as her temporary prisoner). While still a bit sore from Angie's scratching, she couldn't help but deliver the crowdpleaser, pressing her tits together and leaning in to smother them over the already breathless Angie's face.

"MMMPH!" Angie beat her fists on the mat and pushed on Dawn's body, desperately trying to force her off of the humiliating move. She finally shifted her position a bit to swing her fists into the sides of Dawn's breasts, letting them clap together as Ang gave a quick, painful shout and held her chest with both hands. Dawn grinned down at her cringing reaction, deciding to take the humiliating punishment one step further as she braced her hands on either side of Angie's shoulders, bracing herself on her hands and knees. As soon as Ang lowered her arms again, she let herself drop down, her heavy jugs crashing down like she had guillotines for tits. Ang gave a heavy grunt and shuddered from the hit, trying to crawl back out from under her as Dawn rose again, just to drop once more. She found herself basically performing push ups on top of Angie, making her boobs launch time and again downward to punch and punish the brunette's breasts around until they were bright red from the slapping impacts. At least, where there weren't bruises starting to develop.

Dawn finally backed off, sliding off the sweating and panting Angie. She wiped off her face as she pulled herself up, rubbing and protecting her chest as she coughed from fresh air into her lungs. "Knew you were ashamed of them!" Dawn crowed with laughter, throwing her arms around Ang. Her arms folded up so neatly made for an easy bearhug, squeezing to crush her arms and sides as Angie let out a long, pained wail. Dawn leaned back to add gravity to her squishing hold, letting her breasts and belly shove commandingly into Angie's as her body bullied hers. Her arms pulled Angie in closer, only for the skinny girl to crash against her big soft body like a relentless force of nature.

Angie squirmed and screamed, managing to pop her arms out of the hug and shove at Dawn's neck and shoulders. The pushing gave her a few short moments of relief when she pushed her hardest, but it was exhausting work to resist the strong hug of the bigger, bustier girl. And by releasing her arms, Dawn was able to get exactly what she wanted out of the hold. She adjusted and tightened her grip suddenly, ramming her D's into her A's to not only crush her weakened back and chest further, but to put a bit of a spotlight on the obvious differences between the girls' figures. Angie had a scarce few supporters at this point, as the men all stared at Dawn's chest swallowing Ang's tiny tits until they almost vanished under them. It was all going down like some rough and erotic physics experiment.

"Can't take a real woman on, huh bitch?" Dawn mocked, leaning her hands on her knees and letting her upper body hang over the mats.

"Oh fuck you, you dumb blond sumo wrestler!" Angie snapped back, to some laughter between her insult and the desperately angry tone in her voice. Angie's speed and maneuverability was proving invaluable before, but the various crushing power moves and her lack of air sapping most of her grace and endurance.

Dawn moved in and grabbed for her hair, but Angie smacked her arm away and threw a backhand chop across Dawn's face. The bigger blond staggered a step and released her hair, but reached out again. This time she grabbed Angie by her collar with both hands, tearing down at the cheap tee to rip it open down the middle. The crowd exploded in a collective cheer as both girls' tits were exposed, Angie quickly blushing and trying to cover herself up, folding both arms across her chest in the middle of the ring.

"It's what you get, bringing those little pea-shooters up against my tanks!" Dawn bragged to the breathless and struggling Angie, wrapping her fingers together to dig them like a single fist into Angie's back.

"L-let go!" Angie gagged, desperately starting to beat her fist on Dawn's shoulder. She was gasping and drooling by this point, and pulled hard as she could on Dawn's hair now and then, but the bigger and tougher girl held strong. Dawn felt Angie's back spasming in pain, but she was starting to fight back enough that Dawn had to change up her approach. She charged forward, lifting Angie up with a heavy grunt before WHAM! She rammed her tenderized back into the nearest ringpost with a loud crash, rattling the cheap ring with their combined weight while Angie let out her loudest scream yet. Dawn was able to back away a few paces from the recoil of the charge, Angie almost flattened into the corner as she didn't dare move, the pain aching throughout her entire back between the various squeezes and slams it had suffered throughout the fight. Every little twitch seemed to send a new bolt of pain through her spine, not to mention her constantly throbbing tits after they'd been so thoroughly overwhelmed by Dawn's.

Dawn paraded around the ring, clapping (and her chest involuntarily bouncing) and pumping up the crowd as they joined in her with their own claps and stomps pounding of their mugs before she turned back to keep working over the flat-chested brunette. Angie shook her head, trying to push and resist her, but Dawn slapped her hands away and shoved a hand between her legs, another under her arm. Dawn gave a heavy grunt, not without her own exhaustion from the ongoing fight, but managed to lift Angie completely off the ground and positioned for a powerful bodyslam. Angie screamed and thrashed, conflicted about whether to resist enough to fall off and land badly anyway or to hang onto Dawn and take her chances with her move.

Despite the effort involved, Dawn showed her off, marching around the ring a few paces while swinging the hand between her legs, spanking Ang's ass for the approving young men. She jumped up, bodyslamming Angie's back onto the ring while crashing down on top of her. Ang flopped like a rag doll beneath Dawn's weight, as her eyes went wide and arms and legs flopped limply to either side of her. Dawn's tits jiggled even when pressed up against her tiny A's as if they were wrestling them down themselves. Angie's mouth hung open as Dawn started to get up again, but never let go of her little brunette toy.

Angie hung limp and groaning in her arms as Dawn lifted her back up and then hopped again, smashing her back into the mats a second time. She flopped even more, and more weakly with the repeated move, and she gave a long, pained moan beneath Dawn as she laid across her. At the angle Dawn held her, their naked chests mashed together, a sexual sight as well as pinning Angie's tits under her own, as if it were a match between their chests as much as the girls themselves.

Dawn threw up her hand for two fingers, some of the guests thinking she was calling for a pinfall before she shouted "How many you want!? Get those hands up!"

The crowd laughed and cheered, holding up fingers for how many more times they wanted to see the scrawny, sexy brunette get smashed beneath her. Almost every hand went up between the inebriated onlookers, the bar seemingly unanimous in its support for Dawn (except Angie, of course) to show Angie what big girls could do with that extra few pounds. Some threw up both hands, or tried holding their hands next to a friend's, apparently wanting to see Angie wind up a smear on the mats. Dawn took the best she could guess of an average, grunting heavier with each lift but clearly devastating Angie's back and breasts as she put her through a total of 5 consecutive body slams. By the last of them, Angie's long legs kicked out at the impact and her arms flopping loosely, but that was all. The mats were visibly smudged by the impacts of her sore and sweaty body under all of Dawn's weight.

Dawn finally let her go and stood up, wiping her own sweat from her hair and forehead. Angie's head lolled on the mats, looking barely conscious as her back and breasts pulsed with pain as her slack arms loosely rubbed her chest. "Bigger, stronger, and sexier!" Dawn mocked down at her, to the shouted agreement of the crowd. Looking to put Angie down for good and having ample opportunity to show off with it, Dawn rested a moment before she picked the smaller girl up by the shoulders, turning to stand back to back with her. Dawn reached back with both hands, pawing for Angie's hair and head before locking her fingers under her chin and pulling forward.

The result was an instant scream from Angie as she was basically put through chiropractics from Hell. Her tiny weight pulled her body behind Dawn, but the grip on her chin stretched her (and in particular, her busted back) across Dawn's shoulder, bending her into an almost C shape over her opponent big, solid body.

Dawn bounced on her toes lightly, jiggling both of the girls breasts as well as rocking Angie in her position, stretching her neck and back out like a rack with her screaming face right next to Dawn's ear. If the volume bothered her, it didn't show beyond her proud, sadistic grin. Ang's tiny tits wobbled softly while Dawn's put on a more extravagant performance.

"Come on, bitch! Tap out! You know your preteen boy's body can't take it!" Dawn barked at her as she bent her spine out of shape. Angie shook her head no, even with tears in her eyes and her relentless shouts of pain with every twitch and twist of her back. Gravity combined with Dawn's impressive strength were proving too much for her, and Dawn kept the pain and the threats coming.

"You're just a scrawny little shit, you know that? All mouth, no muscle. Most of all, no tits, you shrimp. I'd tell you to eat a fucking sandwich if you didn't take so many knuckle sandwiches from me already! So break, bitch, so you can go home and maybe fight me again when you finally hit puberty and grow a set!"

Ang held out with the blinding agony, but finally reached out one slender arm to pat against Dawn's bigger breast, the blond mistaking it for a feeble attack before the rapid swinging made her realize it was a tap out. The bartender seemed to as well, ringing a bell that Dawn took as her cue to drop Angie like a Barbie doll she'd gotten bored with. Ang landed with a quick bounce before curling up and weakly holding her back. Dawn quickly dismissed her presence, parading around the ring posing and cupping her breasts for the enthusiastic fan as the tips poured in, knowing a huge cut of them would be going to her as the winner. She was also handed the plastic title belt prop she'd won from her first match, holding it over her head proudly and ignoring how blatantly the motion put her tits on display, knowing she was being seen as a strong, sexy winner.

"Your winner and still the B&G champion! Iiiiit's Dawn!!"