Catfight: Mary Jane and Lois Lane

Marvel/DC crossover story. another of a wave of commissioned fights

Lois couldn’t believe her luck, and not in the good way. Clark, her husband as well as Superman, was away on "business," which usually meant saving the world. This wasn't something he could just speeding bullet off to stop and swing back by dinner either. He was stuck off in space with some problem even bigger than he was. Herself, she was being sent off to the New York apartment of some witless supermodel by her boss, Perry making it clear she had to cover for a sick colleague who couldn't make the meeting. They said she was a big up and coming professional model, but Lois was a professional. In other words, she'd do the job, but she thought the whole practice of incompetent bimbos flaunting their bodies was demeaning and spoke volumes on the kind of dimwitted conversation she should expect from this Mary Jane character.

She had just been visiting Europe to cover an international conference before she wound up back in New York. She'd hardly settled back in when the call had come in for this assignment. She had just left an international meeting of world leaders, a proper job befitting her position on the Daily Planet, and now she was covering just a B-list pretty face.

Mary Jane Watson-Parker was at a luxury apartment, rented out for her latest photo shoot. The shoot went smoothly, and it was something to take her mind off her own problems. Her husband Peter had been called off for some adventure in space with the Avengers, talking of aliens threatening to take the whole planet down if he didn't help out. It did her good to do the swimsuit modeling job, her light skin lightly dotted with freckles and long red hair that hung over her slim body but full bust.

As the shoot wrapped, she slid on a robe over her bikini while they wrapped up, and was chatting up and saying her goodbyes to the saw the grim-faced Lois enter the apartment. The reporter wore a blouse, jacket, and short skirt, stepping out of her fine shoes into bare feet as she entered. She had long, dark hair and a generous but slim figure, with long legs holding it up. Mary Jane waved her over to a nearby couch.

"We've got this from here, Davis," MJ told her photographer, the company made aware of the interview well beforehand. Lois sat down across from her on the stylish semi-circle of a sofa, already trying to contain her distaste for the red-haired model. "Hey there. I guess you're from the Daily Bugle."

"Daily Planet," Lois replied rather stiffly as she went over her notes. It didn't do anything to help her expectations of the ditzy model to see that she'd forgotten who she was having a meeting with. In fact, it pissed her off even more. "But otherwise, yes. Lois Lane. And you're Mary Jane Watson-Parker, the girl famous for her pretty face."

MJ picked up on the catty undertones, but let them go for now. They went over some basics of her life and career for a few questions, getting Lois her base to work off of. Then she put on the pressure. The interview was nothing but lazy filler, by what Lois had read in her coworker's notes. If the job was so far beneath her, she'd make it worthy of actual news.

"So let's talk about your alleged connections to Spider-Man," Lois jumped rather suddenly from asking about how she started modeling. "How does a professional bimbo go getting the interest of a professional criminal?"

MJ went a bit red over her freckled cheeks. "Excuse me?!" she asked huffily. "What the hell kind of question is that?"

"Based on facts. I've met my share of models when I was paying my dues, and they're not the brightest bunch. And it's all fairly public knowledge that Spider-Man is a vandal at least, or a thief or terrorist at worst."

"That's bullshit!" MJ objected sharply.

"Not according to the Daily Bugle."

"Then the Daily Bugle's full of shit! He's saved me and he's saved plenty of people before!" Spidey/Peter was actually off world by now, helping save the Earth from a threat from another planet. Little did she know that at the same time, Lois was in a similar position with Superman off fighting another alien threat. "Just because you stuck up reporters are too dumb or crooked to get their facts straight doesn't make him a criminal! I mean, Metropolis has some creepy alien for their hero, but nobody cares about that weirdo!"

Lois went into this wound up tight, and that snapped her. She slapped her palm across Mary Jane's face, the bikini-clad model's head bouncing to one side from the sharp blow. "You watch it, bitch," Lois warned her. "Superman has saved the world more times than you could count! And I'm not about to get talked down to by an overrated porn star."

Mary Jane didn't have intentions to let her continue, as she swung her own hard slap into Lois' cheek. "It's a better living than as a dyke-looking professional liar! The fuck do you get off treating me that way!?" the redhead snapped at her.

"Not dressing like a streetwalker doesn't make me dyke-looking, you little whore!"

Mary Jane stood up, hands on her hips. "If you're not going to treat me with any respect, then fuck off!" The model took off her robe, exposing the pink bikini she wore underneath. "And I'm proud of my body, so if you're too chickenshit to show some skin, I think we can see who the ugly bitch here is."

Lois leered back at her, then stood up, unbuttoning her blouse. MJ watched her angrily, motioning for her to keep going as she gestured to her own bared body. The girls kept their eyes locked whenever there wasn't a top in the way as Lois stripped to her underwear, the tight black bra and panties hugging her curves as she stood with a hand on her hip.

"Wow, it's like I'm really a model," Lois chimed sarcastically. "I take off my clothes whenever people tell me to."

"With that figure? Please, bitch. You were better off hiding that fat ass under the skirt," MJ shot back, taking a few pacing steps in front of her.

"You're just asking for trouble, ginger skank," Lois snapped, stepping closer to her, but Mary Jane didn't retreat in the least. In fact, she stepped closer as well.

"Ain't my place," she hissed back almost sensually with her seething tone and arching back. "I wouldn't mind trashing it if it meant shutting that big mouth of yours."

"Try me, princess," growled Lois. Mary Jane took the invitation to slap at her face again, but Lois was prepared this time. She raised her own arm to catch MJ's swing, then banged her head forward to headbutt the redhead in the face.

"UHNN!" MJ fell to one knee, holding her face a moment as Lois looked down at her smugly, her hand going back to her hip.

"Had enOUFF!" Lois grunted as Mary Jane threw a punch into her bare stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Mary Jane pressed the attack to tackle into her, knocking Lois onto her back and climbing on top of her. Their mostly naked bodies slammed into each other as they struggled for control, grabbing for each others' hands in a mad scramble before MJ landed a slap across Lois' breasts.

The brunette gasped as her perky breasts (no small feat for the thirty-something woman) wobbled from the blow, but freed her own hand to drag her nails down MJ's lightly freckled face. Her claws left lines that quickly turned red from the rough scratches across her skin, making Mary Jane scream and pull back from her.

"You bitch! That's my career you're fucking with!" MJ shouted at Lois as she got up to her knees.

"Then I'm doing the media a favor," Lois snapped, glaring at her hatefully. She shoved herself off of her knees to slam into Mary Jane, grabbing at her hair and slamming her head into the floor. MJ let out a pained wail as her skull bounced off the carpeted floor, but grabbed Lois' darker locks for payback and pulled hard. The girls rolled over the floor a few times before Lois ended up on top, holding Mary Jane's hair with one hand to grab and squeeze one of MJ's tits. Her unpainted nails burrowed into MJ's pale skin, forcing a scream of pain out of her.

"How's that perfect figure doing now, tramp!?" Lois growled at her, but Mary Jane lunged up at her and bit into her cheek. Lois screamed even higher than MJ as she recoiled, pulling on her grip on the red hair to try prying her opponent from her face. MJ snarled and drooled viciously as she stretched out the screaming Lois' cheek, only forced to part when Lois changed her grip to one of the redhead's breasts and pushed down hard. Mary Jane landed on her back, but swung a wild fist up at Lois, cracking into the reporter's eye.

Lois gave a sharp cry and fell to one side holding her face with one hand. She gingerly removed it, but felt the dull throbbing and was developing the bruising of a future black eye.

“You fucking bitch!” Lois fumed at her as she rose back to her feet.

"You want to go for the face? I’ll tear you fucking apart, you cocky cunt!” Mary Jane shouted at her, their room isolated enough that no one could hear even their shrillest screams and threats.

"You try it, you whore!" Lois challenged back. MJ charged at her, but Lois sidestepped her enraged attack. She grabbed at Mary Jane's breasts from behind, but rather than another clawing attack she pulled up on her bikini top, exposing the freckle-speckled tits and yanking the center of the bra into her throat. The model gagged and grabbed at the top, struggling to pull it away as it pressed into her windpipe. Mar Jane's eyes watered and her mouth hung open as she gasped for air, but when she couldn't make much headway she held on and fell forward. Lois kept on the strangling maneuver, but it forced her to bend over to keep it locked onto MJ.

"Hope you like getting choked out on your own overpriced shit, you shallow skank!" Lois growled down at her. Mary Jane wriggled to reposition herself, then smashed her elbow in reverse to drive the bony tip into Lois' pussy.

"AWWW!" The brunette gave a loud cry of pain as the blow mashed her panties into her privates, releasing MJ's bikini to grab her crotch. Mary Jane hurriedly threw the top aside, losing the barely clinging on garment as dead weight and turning to face the dumbstruck Lois. She used one hand to rip Lois' clutching hand away, only to replace it with her own and gouge her nails into the soft flesh right through her panties.

The reporter screeched at her lower lips were pierced and scratched by the crotch claw, her back arching from the pain. Mary Jane wasted no time in pulling down, ripping her nails along Lois' pussy and tearing her panties off her body, exposing her trimly shaved, clawed up crotch. She yanked at them when they were around Lois' knees, tripping her onto her ass. MJ quickly mounted her bare legs, grabbing Lois by the bra and pulling it down as well. She carelessly ripped it right off her body, baring the reporter's chest so that she could start slamming both fists into rapid punches into Lois' tits.

Lois grunted from a few of the punches as she worked to escape her entangling garment. She kicked and bucked to toss Mary Jane off, throwing off the topless redhead's attacks but she still managed to stay on top of her.

"Get off me, you fucking skank!" Lois shouted up at her, clawing up at MJ's face. She tried to twist her head away from the attack, but it caught on her lip and Lois pulled back sharply, gouging her nails like fish hooks into Mary Jane's mouth. She was able to throw her off with it as a handle, rolling to her side to slam her elbow into the model's breast. MJ gave a husky grunt, Lois hammering her tit a few more times to keep her winded before shoving her over, forcing her onto her stomach and stinging chest.

"Let me see that slutty cunt of yours," Lois demanded angrily, pulling roughly down on Mary Jane's bikini bottoms and uncaring how her nails scratched down her pale ass cheeks. Mary Jane gave a quick yowl of pain and rage, but couldn't escape before the equally nude Lois squeezed and forced open her thighs, biting into her spread pussy from behind.

"AUGGGH! YOU FUCKING BITCH! GET OFF ME!" Mary Jane shouted back at her. She twisted to slam her heel into Lois' legs while she was positioned behind her, but Lois held on and twisted her mouthful of sweaty pussy flesh. Mary Jane just screamed louder from the pain that shot through her body, but managed to lean on her arms and wrap her legs around Lois' neck. She twisted and leaned back, forcing Lois' teeth to be pulled as her legs pulled on her neck. She ended up sitting on top of Lois' face, her legs bent beneath the brunette's neck to hold her painfully in place.

"Where's that big fucking mouth now, cunt?!" Mary Jane shouted back at her, bouncing her naked hips to bang against Lois' head. The brunette felt her face burning red with embarassment and difficulty breathing in the improvised leglock around her head. She had a harder time getting her teeth into her pussy from this angle, with Mary Jane's ass shoved into her face to get in the way.

Lois was too busy struggling to see if she could sit back up as Mary Jane braced one hand on the reporter's kicking thigh, raised her fist, and pounded it into Lois' pussy. Lois let out a muffled shout from underneath MJ's choking scissor, the model pounding a few more blows to soften up her labia before she dug in with both sets of claws. Lois gave a high-pitched shriek as the nails dug inside her delicate pussy flesh, thrashing and writhing spastically.

"YOU BITCH! GET OUT! OH FUCK, STOP IT NOW!" Lois shouted from under her, more in fury than any actual plea for mercy. Mary Jane ignored her, even ripping her grip up to tear a handful of dark pubic hairs out of her groin and leaving the flesh a painful-looking shade of pink. As Mary Jane leaned over to maintain her crotch claw and squeeze even tighter, Lois reached up and buried her nails into her enemy's pale pink nipples. She twisted and pulled down, letting the dull but hard edges of her nails slice and press into the tender skin as she tried to milk her like a cow.

"AUGGGH! My tits! You jealous dyke!" Mary Jane squealed, the women finally attempting to break apart simultaneously and rolling off of each other. Both clutched her breasts and privates tenderly, breathing heavily and sweating as they glared at each other for several heavy moments, their labored breathing the only noise in the room.

"Stupid bitch!" Lois Lane finally hissed, spitting the few feet over onto Mary Jane's chest.

"Fat cunt!" Mary Jane shot back, stretching out her leg to kick Lois in the leg as an act of aggression more than any actual damage.

"That's it," Lois growled, grabbing Mary Jane by the hair suddenly. The model shouted and slapped at her sides, but Lois bent her over and swung her knee up into the other woman's face. The bone hit Mary Jane's mouth with a meaty cracking noise, slamming her lips into her teeth and specks of blood running from her face. The redhead gave a witless groan and tried to shield her face, instinctively touching at it to ease the pain. Lois just smashed her head with another blow, then pulled on her hair heartlessly to pull Mary Jane in closer and ram her knee into the redhead's cunt.

MJ went down to her knees, mouth hanging agape as Lois stepped in behind her, grabbing her by the face and sliding her fingers into her mouth, pulling back and scraping her nails viciously inside her mouth and lips. "Where's that trash talk now, cunt!? Need to make that big mouth even wider for you? Cuz I'm your new plastic surgeon, bitch!" Lois taunted as she pulled and stretched her lovely features, tears and drool running down Mary Jane's chin and onto her heaving breasts.

Mary Jane grabbed at Lois' wrists, trying to pull her off in her winded agony, but the brunette's flexing fingers were hooked in too tightly. With no immediate escape from the clawing, Mary Jane instead swung her head backward and bashed her skull into Lois' groin. The dominating brunette suddenly gagged and let go of MJ to fumble for her privates, just to be grabbed by her head and swung over her opponent's shoulder. Lois landed hard and awkwardly in front of Mary Jane, where the model pulled up on Lois' hair to lift her upper body. MJ sat on one of her arms, snaking her legs over and under Lois' torso before clamping them shut, squeezing her thighs and calves like a vice to crush Lois' breasts.

"AGHHHH!" Lois groaned loudly, the air crushed from her chest by her own full and damaged breasts. Mary Jane flashed a weary but sadistic grin, clenching and flexing her legs repeatedly to keep the trapping scissor around her chest.

"Like those things didn't sag enough already!" Mary Jane mocked her, rolling back and forth to grind her thigh muscles over her tits like rolling pins. "My thighs are going to look better than ever after the workout those flabby tits are giving me! Come on! Keep screaming, bitch, and I bet your alien friend back home can even hear you!"

Lois flopped and thrashed as she clawed at MJ's legs, the smooth skin not providing her much purchase to do more than leave shallow scratches over the pale limbs. "Get your fucking legs off me or I break them off," Lois threatened, teeth grit and breath short. Mary Jane didn't even acknowledge her threat, caught up in dishing out as much hurt as she could on the trapped brunette.

Lois managed to get a grip on Mary Jane's thigh, lifting it enough to slip her free hand in between the model's legs. She grabbed and ripped at a handful of MJ’s pink pussy flesh, making MJ arch her back and yowl in shocked and sudden agony. Lois' nails twisted and pulled on anything they could catch, Lois giving a satisfied sneer in triumph as she felt herself grab and rip out a mess of MJ's bright red pubes.

Mary Jane recoiled and released the hold, Lois' losing her grip on her groin but not without leaving a lot of ugly red gashed with her nails. She hissed through her teeth as she tried to crawl away long enough to recover, but Lois cradled her tits in one arm and followed after her.

"Where are you running to, bitch?" Lois grunted, breathing heavily between exhaustion and the draining body scissor. She grabbed Mary Jane by one leg, pulling back sharply to force her to fall flat on her tits and stomach. She climbed onto Mary Jane's back, grabbing her hair and one of her arms to keep her in line. Lois' sweaty crotch pushed into Mary Jane's ass as she looped her legs around the model's thighs, leaning back and turning them both onto their sides.

"Let's see how far you spread, slut," Lois hissed before flexing and spreading her legs. They were locked tightly around Mary Jane's own leg muscles, forcing them to spread painfully far apart in front of her. MJ gave a labored scream of pain as she was stretched out, her aching pussy strained and shoved out into the air. She shook and thrashed to try and escape, the leg lock too tightly clenched around her thighs. She was at least able to turn her head and bite into the side of one of Lois' tits, rewarded with a scream before Lois retaliated by digging in her hips and stretching her pussy muscles out even further.

"This how you always pose for those porno shoots of yours, whore?" Lois snarled at her, flexing her legs to pour on the pressure. MJ was in tears at the pain throbbing in her crotch, groping blindly with her one free hand until she managed to catch her claws on Lois' face. She raked down her eyes and nose, and the reporter tightened up with a howl of pain. Her own hold had left her with nothing to defend her face, leaving her eyes watering and her lips screaming when Mary Jane's claws struck again, stretching out and scratching her mouth. It left Lois' face a mess of tears and drool as Mary Jane rearranged her face at her leisure, taking out the pain of her thighs out on her directly.

Lois finally broke off, rolling to one side holding her face and rubbing at the various scratches that ruined her makeup and features. She unsteadily dragged herself into a sitting position, though clearly even this took effort for the blinding pain in her eyes and mouth in particular. Mary Jane held onto her crotch, feeling like everything down there was swollen and red, but was able to force herself to stand.

"Just stay down, bitch," Mary Jane warned breathlessly, advancing towards Lois as the brunette stood back up as well.

"Not until I've broken that ugly face of yours, ginger cunt," Lois hissed back, raising her fists wearily. Both girls were sweating and moving a bit sluggishly, but there was still a fight left in their eyes. Lois threw a heavy blow into Mary Jane's stomach. The redhead almost bent double from the first punch, but Lois swung another overhead blow that bashed across the redhead's skull.

MJ shook from the blows, but stood up and smashed an uppercut into Lois' tit. The aching breast bounced and Lois gave a quick wail, just before the model gave a right hook across the other one. Lois hugged her chest with one arm as she the other threw a punch into Mary Jane's mouth. Mary Jane went a bit off balance, but turned back to belt Lois right in her swelling eye. Lois grunted and almost fell, holding her face with one hand as the other leaned on her knee.

"That all you got, you fatass dyke?" Mary Jane huffed, moving in for the kill. But as she approached, Lois threw a wide and wild smash of her fist that cracked right into the redhead's cheek. She was flung bodily to one side, landing on her knees and spitting blood onto the carpet. Lois quickly grabbed onto her hair, holding her up in this position as she smashed her fist repeatedly into her face, pummeling the model's freckled face red and swollen. After being away from Clark for so long, Lois had a hard time remembering anything she'd seen lately looking as sexy as the model bitch with her face beaten in.

"You like calling me a dyke?" Lois huffed, rubbing her face with her free hand for a moment. With Mary Jane dazed and wobbling on her knees, Lois grabbed the model by the hair with both hands and shoved her face into her snatch. "Well, who's the dyke now, you pussy licking bitch?"

Mary Jane gave a faint groan of protest, shoving at Lois' thighs to try to pull away. The reporter held onto her head easier than she could push back, grinding herself roughly on Mary Jane's face with her wet labia and short but coarse bush. The redhead turned her face away in disgust as best she could, with Lois twisting her hair aggressively. "Stop your squirming and eat that pussy, bitch," Lois hissed down at her, but Mary Jane braced one hand on her thigh and sent an uppercut suddenly speeding into Lois' pussy. The brunette suddenly gasped as her knuckles not only connected, but buried a good portion of MJ's fist inside of her.

Lois let out a weak gurgling noise, falling to her knees and seeming paralyzed by the penetrating pain. Mary Jane rose again drunkenly, but stormed up to the leaking Lois and slammed a knee into her temple, dropping the reporter to the floor like a lead weight.

Mary Jane stood over the slowly rolling Lois, taking a split second to aim before she dropped her knee onto Lois' beat up tits. Lois' mouth dropped open in a mute shout, her body flopping at the enormous pain shooting through her chest. Mary Jane just rose up again before she dropped again, this time on her other tit. She repeated a few more time, crushing Lois' tits and stomach and ultimately taking a short jump to squash Lois' pussy under her knee.

Lois could do nothing but shake in agony by that time, the fight and air all knocked out of her. The best she could muster were a few pleading cries. "NOOOO! Please stop! It hurts! OH FUCK, I GIVE! Stop it!" MJ just grinned at feeling that Lois was wet from the beating, as if her body was trying to submit for her as loudly as her voice was. "That all you've got?" panted Mary Jane, looking scratched and bruised herself but she was the one who was able to stand up under her own power.

"Yes... please, stop it," Lois pleaded, starting to cry from all the throbbing pain going through her body.

"Not done with you yet," Mary Jane hissed, stalking down to Lois' legs and pulling them apart. "You still wanted to cum on me, didn't you?" She taunted in a sadistic, soft voice as she suddenly thrust two fingers up Lois' pussy. The brunette stiffened and gasped at the intrusion of her enemy, shaking her head wildly in horror.

"Ohhhh, please no!" Lois pleaded, but Mary Jane only laughed at her begging.

"Really? Because you seem awfully wet right now," Mary Jane argued, starting to pump her fingers into her. Lois dug her nails and heels into the carpet, breathing heavily as she tried to endure the sexual punishment. Her pussy clenched uncontrollably at MJ's fingers and oozed her feminine juices onto the floor, moaning and screaming like a mad woman as she was finger-fucked by her hated foe.

"That's it. Be a good girl now and cum for the better woman," Mary Jane ordered her. She added a third finger and pressed her thumb firmly down on Lois' clit, getting Lois to wail miserably.

"Stop! STOOOP! I fucking hate you!" Lois bawled, tears running down her face pathetically, shaking violently just as her body denied her hatred and she squirted over Mary Jane's fingers. MJ soaked her hand in it before standing back up to strut towards Lois' head.

The model straddled Lois' chest, Mary Jane's knees resting on either side of her tits to lightly but painfully squeeze against them. The redhead's ass rested on Lois' sore belly, shoving her trimly shaved snatch into the brunette's face. Lois let out a muffled little noise of displeasure before fearfully meeting her opponent's eyes. MJ crudely wiped the handful of Lois' cum onto her beaten foe's belly, still warm from her pussy.

"Well?" Mary Jane demanded expectantly. "If you want out of here, you better get to licking. You've got a mouth on you, so start using it." Her point was clear to Lois, and it may just be her feeling vengeful, but she had to imagine that she would have tried the same thing if she had ended up on top. She only had to hesitate few seconds before Mary Jane reached behind her and dug her claws into Lois' snatch, getting a sharp gasp from her.

"You start eating now, and don't think about biting, and I won't have to remodel your downstairs. You follow?" Mary Jane smiled wickedly at her, and Lois' face nodded against her thighs, starting to kiss and lick at MJ's pussy. The wet sucking noises filled the apartment alongside Mary Jane's throaty moans.

"That's it. There's a good bitch. Higher, you fucking amateur. Go for the OOOOH, that's the spot. Good girl. Looks like you dumbass reporters can be taught a thing or two after all. Now lick like you mean it! Faster! Faster, bitch!" Mary Jane humped and rode her face, slapping at Lois' head and what she could reach of her cheeks once in awhile. Lois could do nothing but sob like a child and grudgingly obey, wanting this over with as her scratched and beaten face was used for her rival’s pleasure. She heard Mary Jane’s breathing pick up its pace and go up in pitch before too long, bracing as best she could but still surprised by just how much the model came on her. She sputtered and tried to pull away, but the redhead’s legs locked around her head and humped that much harder as she let loose her orgasm into her opponent’s body, marking her with her musky scent. Lois coughed and choked a bit, and with the pussy shoved into her face and thighs around her neck, quietly passed out cold beneath the winner.

At last Mary Jane lifted herself off, shaky but victorious. She grabbed her robe from nearby, wrapping it around herself before taking inventory of the room again. She went and gathered her own clothes before also grabbing Lois’ discarded clothes, underwear and all, throwing them out the window and into the streets. She found Lois’ notepad, scrawling out under the half-finished notes “Go fetch, bitch,” and tossing the pad onto Lois’ tits before seeing herself out.

Maryjane Watson vs Gwen Stacy

a catfight between Spider-Man's girlfriends. don't ask me how it fits the cannon, because it probably just involved Mephisto fuckin around again.

Mary Jane Watson was the only girl in Peter Parker's (aka Spider-Man's) life... at least, unless you counted Gwen Stacy. They both knew his secret identity, they both were completely in love with him, and most importantly to them, they had both already slept with him. What was more, Peter couldn't bring himself to decide between them, and with his business being saving the world, sometimes it was hard to blame him.

Eventually, Peter was called away from New York. Some Avengers business with ice giants or something. He had been in a bit of a hurry when he left, but he mentioned he'd be gone a few days at least. He stopped by long enough to kiss them both goodbye and was off like a red and blue shot. This, both women realized, was their best chance to get Peter for themselves. Gwen happened to be the one to act on it first; she texted MJ with "We need to talk about Peter."

The women agreed to meet at MJ's apartment. It was a bit on the small side, but plenty of room for a single tenant. But the girls wanted privacy, and it was the best they could arrange with Mary Jane living on her own. It was a tense moment when Gwen stepped into her home, but in truth neither girl was going in with plans to fight. They suspected that the other might, of course, so it wasn't out of the question that they'd have to defend themselves if the other started something. Not wanting a fight didn't mean that both girls were lacking in anger and hatred for the other.

Gwen dressed in a simple white t-shirt for the visit, with a nice red skirt underneath it. She popped off her shoes to enter the apartment barefoot, just like MJ on the warm Summer afternoon. Mary Jane was wearing a black tanktop with her long red hair draped over her shoulders, and a denim skirt beneath. They both sat on the couch, MJ telling her to "Come in" and making no other gestures of hospitality.

"So what's this about Peter?" MJ asked bluntly when they had settled in and let their quiet stares linger for a bit.

"I think you know," Gwen replied curtly. "You and him have been spending way too much time together for my liking. Peter's MY boyfriend, and I don't want you seeing him."

MJ smirked and scoffed at the demand. "You!? You're a flavor of the week for when he has a blonde kink in him."

"He was mine first," Gwen insisted, leering at her. "And he always comes back to me."

"He ditched you for me first chance he got after he saw me," MJ grinned back. "The kid knows an upgrade when he sees it. Just because you can't get his 'spidey sense' tingling anymore..."

Gwen clenched her fist at this, though mostly just out of instinct. She hadn't been in a fight since she was a child, and didn't exactly consider that experience. Little did she know (but lucky for her), MJ was in the same boat. Spider-Man's life was far more action-packed than she would ever dare to consider hers, where an argument with an ex was about the worst she'd gotten into.

"He's much more attracted to me than some rust-headed, man-stealing slut!" Gwen fired back. "You should hear the kind of shit he tells me about you."

"Likewise," growled MJ, turning on the couch to aim her body directly towards the competing girl. "I didn't know it was possible to start sagging already at your age."

Gwen leaned on one arm on the couch, subtly placing her body closer to MJ. Both were getting riled up now, their distrust towards eachother starting to boil over quickly.

"Keep mouthing off, bitch. I came here because I'm not afraid of you, and I know who Peter's going to stick with."

"And what, you saying I'm scared of YOU, blondie? Because I'd sooner destroy you than let you spend another minute with Pete!"

"You try and stop me, you thieving cumdumpster" Gwen hissed back, apparently the last button to be pressed before the girls lost their tempers completely (not that it would stop them from trying). MJ lashed out and slapped Gwen hard across the face, enough to for the noise to ring through the entire apartment. Gwen's head jerked to one side and her mouth hung open in shock, the red mark across her one cheek where the slap had landed perfectly. Her hand went to the sore cheek as she stared back at MJ in shock.

"Listen, you mouthy little shit," Mary Jane said with a punctuating jab of her finger. Peter is my man, and NOBODY fucks my man but me. So you'll watch your mouth, get your prissy little ass out of my place, and stay the hell away from-"

Her rant was cut off when Gwen's expression went from shock to fury and she backhanded Mary Jane back, giving her a mark across her cheek to match her own. “And nobody fucks with ME!” Gwen snapped back, glaring angrily back at her. MJ had her own moment of shock, but by then her blood had boiled and she flushed red as she tackled straight into Gwen. With both girls sitting on the couch, it was far from graceful, and Gwen thumped her back against the armrest behind her with MJ on top. Gwen growled back and kicked at her, only for MJ's legs to get in her way blocking as much as they were targets. Their arms shoved and scratched at eachother before Mary Jane got a grip on Gwen's hair.

Gwen gave a shrill scream as MJ twisted it bitterly, but swung her knees up into the redhead to force her off of her and onto the floor. MJ kept her grip on her until she the floor, so while she was forced off, she still tore a few strands from her scalp. Gwen winced but rolled up to check on Mary Jane, who was shaking her head and trying to regain her bearings. Gwen didn’t feel like giving her the chance to inflict more pain on her, so she dropped herself off the edge of the couch with her knee slamming down onto MJ’s chest.

“AOOOGH!” The redhead rewarded her attack with a pained huff, the wind knocked out of her lungs and her tits flattened against her chest.

"That hurt your ugly slutudders?" Gwen hissed bitterly, twisting her weight around to grind her knee harder against her. Gwen grabbed MJ by the collar of her shirt, still leaning on her chest and stretching the fabric between her chest and neck.

"You don't wanna go through with this, red," Gwen warned in a low growl, strange to hear coming out of the cute blonde. MJ looked back at her fiercely regardless, the redhead throwing a sudden cross to Gwen's face. She gave off a loud, feminine grunt and started to fall off, but she caught herself on Mary Jane's collar and caused a loud tear to slide down the front of the shirt. Gwen stopped her fall, but rose to her feet as she viciously pulled on the top, splitting it down the front like a crude vest.

"My top! You fucked up my top, you little cunt!" Mary Jane shouted at her furiously. It was just a plain black t-shirt, but it was new, and she really didn't need any more reason to hate the blonde bitch. MJ's matching black bra was exposed, the red of her embarrassment and anger flowing over part of her lightly freckled breasts.

"I wouldn't worry about your top after what I'm going to do to you, you dick-stealing skank!" Gwen snapped back, throwing the handful of torn shirt aside. She stormed forward to try to stomp Mary Jane into the floor, but she was more prepared this time. She swung her bare foot in a rising arc, her toes burying themselves under Gwen's skirt and right into her pussy.

The kick hit Gwen hard enough to make her double over and release a quick gasp, knocking the air right out of her as she froze in pain. MJ boosted herself back upright and grabbed Gwen's head under her arm, squeezing it tight and pulling back to keep her in line.

"No smart mouth on you now, huh bitch?" MJ grunted, breathing heavily as she snuck a sucker punch into Gwen’s hanging breast. It got a groan out of her but Gwen made no other efforts to fight back yet, her hand cupping her crotch weakly. Maryjane reached behind her rival for Peter's affections, flipping up Gwen's skirt and yanking her panties down to her knees.

"I'm gonna give you what your daddy should have a long time ago!" she threatened before smacking a hand across her ass. Gwen shouted in shocked pain, shaking her head and trying to pull free. MJ stumbled and lost some of her balance, but she held on and landed several more loud slaps to her bare cheeks. Gwen screamed from the outrage and stinging pain in her ass, twisting herself to yank on Mary Jane's leg. They split apart a bit, enough for Gwen to reach under her skirt and dig her claws into MJ's pussy through her panties and squeezing hard.

"AOOOH!" Mary Jane howled out painfully, suddenly releasing Gwen as she grabbed for her wrist, trying to pull it from her panties. Gwen pulled and twisted, hearing the thin fabric of her underwear tearing underneath her skirt. MJ shuddered and tried to stagger away, but Gwen grabbed the hem of her skirt to stay with her and keep on her clamping grip to crush her labia.

Mary Jane started to feel nauseous from the pain, grabbing onto a wall to stay hunched over as she was. "That how Peter touches you, you fucking cunt?!" she snapped as her nails stretched and tore at her panties and pussy lips. "I'm gonna wreck that pussy so you'll never fuck again! You're going to need to put road work signs up around your bush!"

MJ suddenly got a hand up to Gwen's face and scraped her nails over her eyes and lips. The blonde screamed and gave one last tearing pull as she backed off, ripping MJ's skirt off in the process. Her dark panties were torn in several places, patches of pale skin and red pubic hair showing through the holes.

"SHHH... FUCK!" MJ cursed lowly as Gwen staggered back holding onto her skirt. Her clumsy steps flashed Gwen's own bare thighs and blonde bush beneath her skirt. With Gwen stunned and blinded, Mary Jane could rush up, yanking down the blonde's skirt in one quick swipe. Gwen's hands went blindly down to her crotch for protection, only for MJ's hands to forcefully shove their way under her bra, digging her nails into Gwen's jugs. The blonde gave an ear-splitting screech as MJ pulled and twisted on her flesh.

"Fucking whore! Let go!" she howled, MJ uncaring for her screaming demands. Mary Jane was surprised when the pain and rage egged her on to slam her fist into the redhead's face, rapidly pounding into her cheekbone. MJ winced and backed off, but tore at her handful of Gwen's breasts upward, tearing her bra and shirt off in one scratching swipe. Gwen shrieked clawed back vengefully, just missing MJ's own impressive rack but catching onto her bra and panties instead. The both yanked back until both girls were had the last of their clothes torn from their bodies.

Both stood in front of eachother, naked and visibly steaming mad. The angry red gashes and dull purple bruises on their bodies stood out on their fair skin, eyes wide with wild hatred. "That was my pussy, you bitch!" Mary Jane shouted at her furiously.

"You didn't have a problem kicking me there!" Gwen screamed back. "I'm going to beat you shitless so that no one will fuck you, let alone Pete."

"Even Mysterio couldn't make your fat ass look good!" MJ spat back, suddenly lunging at Gwen. Her fingers went to bury themselves in her hair, but Gwen caught her by the wrists. The girls struggling ineffectively back and forth in that position a few seconds, grunting and shoving a bit before Gwen saw an opening and slammed a knee up into MJ's naked crotch.

"OHHH!" she blurted out, making an unflattering face as it distorted in pain. Her arms turned weak in an instant and Gwen was able to shove her backward, letting her land flat on her back on the floor.

MJ was too slow to rise as Gwen pounced on her, straddling her waist and throwing wide slap across MJ's breasts. The big pale jugs bounced to one side then the other with her pelting smacks, juggling and jiggling them all over. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! MJ was reeling from the blows to her tits and privates, but she leaned further back kicking frantically at the air while Gwen went to town on her tits, slapping and scratching at her jugs. The redhead finally got her legs around Gwen's neck after a few tries, locking her heels under her chin and pulling to slam her head into the floor.

Gwen's skull bounced off the ground from the impact, moaning and holding her head. MJ scrambled out from underneath her, hands going to her tender chest for a moment but too caught up in their frenzy to stop attacking. She gave Gwen a kick in the ribs, rolling her onto her stomach so MJ could climb on top of her back. She slid one arm under Gwen's neck and pulled up, bending her back underneath her hips while pulling up in what she'd approximated as a chokehold. It was hard to be sure, but Gwen's gasps and choking noises sounded promising for her success rate. Gwen kicked and squirmed under her as she regained some of her wits, reaching up to scratch and pull at MJ's arm ineffectively.

MJ pulled up on her neck more securely, wrapping one hand around to gouge her fingers in Gwen's face and pulled up sharply. It scratched over and inside her face, with the added benefit of catching on her nostrils and forcing them to bend into more of a humiliating pig's snout. "Damn, I wish I had a mirror to let you see how ugly you look. But you must not have any around because you realized that a long time ago! Must be why Peter left you to fuck a model instead."

Gwen Stacy seemed to have enough and pulled harder on the strangling arm, biting into her fingers just above the knuckle. "YOWW!" MJ pulled her hands back to grip her fingers, lightly marked from Gwen's resisting bite. Gwen was able to throw an elbow back, landing against one of Mary Jane's slashed up tits. She grunted and fell to one side as she hugged her swelling breast to her body, propping herself up against the foot of the couch. Gwen moved quickly to sit on the couch behind her, wrapping her legs around her head to trap her there and finally succeeding at stabbing her nails into MJ's scalp. She pulled and tore at the handfuls of long red hair until they were stretched to their limit or strands came off at the root, MJ screaming in outrage.

"My HAIR! You fucking shiteating whore!" Mary Jane cried at her, tears forming in her eyes from the countless minor stings and pains throughout her head. She grabbed at Gwen with her limited reach, scratching over her thighs and legs desperately.

"Let me know how that modeling career goes when you're fucking bald, slag!" Gwen shouted back at her, slapping her face before going back to her hair.

"You wanna pull hair, fucker?" MJ hissed through grit teeth, reaching up between Gwen's thighs and grabbing whatever her fist could take of the puffy blonde bush and pulling like she was helping Aunt May weed her garden. She came out with a fistful of the light blond pubes, and Gwen shrieking as her legs popped back open, rubbing the sore and tender flesh. "THAT'S how you pull hair!" MJ shouted back at her, throwing the bright red pubes aside and grabbing one of Gwen's legs. She threw it over the arm of the couch, spreading them wide like an eager whore. Instead, she delivered a short, hard jab into her pussy, knuckles digging into the parting lips of Gwen's freshly sheared mound.

Gwen let out a sickly gagging noise as MJ effectively punched her in the clitoris, sending a shock of pain up through her spine and belly. Gwen flopped like a fish from her perch on the couch, too stunned to even cover herself up when Mary Jane sent a second punch into her twat. A weaker groan came from her victim this time, twitching and spread wide in front of MJ.

"Peter's not going to want a little peach like that," MJ sneered. "It's all bruised." She looked up as Gwen started to groan and rub her stinging bush. "Doesn't mean I won't have a bite myself!"

The redhead leaned forward and spread her mouth wide, biting into a fleshy mouthful of Gwen's pussy lips. She reared her head back sharply, tearing at the tender labia and getting a horrified scream out of the blond.

"MY PUSSY!" she shrieked. "HOLY SHIT, GET OFF YOU FUCKING COW! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" she gasped frantically. Gwen spasmed in pain, recoiling to try and escape before suddenly her foot shot forward, crushing her heel into MJ's face. Blood spurted from her nose as MJ hit the floor, both girls coughing for air and nursing their various injuries.

Gwen massaged her crotch while MJ gingerly touched at her smashed nose, both bleeding from their fresh injuries and the tearing claw marks at their breasts. They only got a few breaths in  before Gwen kicked at MJ, thumping the side of her head. The redhead shoved the leg away, grabbing Gwen around the waist and pulling to slam her down to the carpet along side her. She leaned over and hammered several punches into the blond's belly, forcing a sharp gasps from her with each shot. Gwen suddenly grabbed one incoming fist and pushed it aside, forcing it to the ground. Mary Jane scrambled for her position, throwing a quick and bitter slap into Gwen's pussy. She hissed at the hit to her tender groin, but used her position to slide her legs around Mary Jane's waist and clench her leg together.

"Auuughh!" MJ howled out as Gwen grit her teeth and leaned back, pressing her legs together as tightly as she could. The redhead's feet kicked frantically behind her, banging on the carpet as the crushing legs pressed on her lower ribs and insides.

"Nnghh... I didn't think you could even close your legs, whore," she hissed, sinking her nails into Gwen's calf muscle. The blond winced but twisted her body, corkscrewing her legs a bit to make the body scissor that much more painful for her rival. MJ writhed in her hold a few more seconds, seeming ready to crack when she lashed up with both hands and sank her other set of nails into Gwen's tit and squeezed like an aggressive dairy farmer.

"UHNN!" Gwen gave a pained grunt as her breast swelled up at the end from MJ's heartless crushing, distracting the blond into loosening her leg lock. MJ took the opportunity to lunge towards her, using the grip on her breast to sink her teeth into its swollen nipple.

"AIIIEEE!" Gwen shrieked as she felt MJ's teeth crush her tit, twisting her head to grind the teeth over her flesh. Gwen kicked and shoved frantically, nails gouging and pushing at the redhead's face. She left some deep scratches over her freckled features, but Mary Jane kept growling and drooling over her, muffled curses and insults coming through her mouthful of breast. Gwen finally changed tactics, wincing and sweating from the agony as she reached underneath MJ's face. She grabbed her by the neck and stuck her thumbs into her throat, squeezing whatever felt the most tender down there.

She was quickly rewarded when Mary Jane started sputtering and coughing up saliva over Gwen's breast. Disgusting, but effective, and neither of the naked girls felt too concerned with their looks or dignity right now. Gwen was able to force the choking model's face away from her tits, fixing one hand to her neck while the other pulled back on her long hair.

"So how's that modeling job again?" Gwen snarled, just before she bit into Mary Jane's cheek. MJ screeched as Gwen gnawed and pulled on it like a chew toy. MJ tried to pull away but the blond was locked onto her like some sadistic kiss. MJ slapped and shoved at her face, driving Gwen back at last from her neck. Mary Jane's cheek had indentations from the bite, and some light blood running down her face from some of the marks.

"You sick fuck! My face!" MJ fumed at her, slapping one of Gwen's breasts fiercely as her other hand held her bloodied cheek. Gwen replied by grabbing one of her rival's bright red nipples and twisting it between her fingers like she was trying to unscrew it from her chest.

"Call it an improvement, you ugly tramp!" she snapped back. MJ shuddered from the pain and delivered an uppercut too Gwen's right tit, letting it jiggle rapidly before slowing to a stop. Gwen winced and cried out in pain, but didn't release her nipple twisting grip. She instead grabbed its twin, pinching and rolling them violently in either direction as if she were tuning a radio. Though it changed the volume on MJ's screams of agony, she grabbed the sides of Gwen's chest, squeezing and dragging her nails over the flesh and muscles there.

Gwen squealed in her own miserable pain, the girls pulling on eachothers' tits while trying to retreat themselves, just adding more pressure on eachothers' breast attacks. MJ broke the stalemate when she leaned forward suddenly, biting for Gwen's face. Her teeth snapped at her, Gwen dodging the first gnashing of her teeth but a second try catching onto her bottom lip and biting down on it.

"EEEEE!" Gwen squealed wordlessly as both girls tasted blood from the intimate bite. She dropped her grip with one hand, using it to punch MJ in the belly. When the redhead grunted and released her bite, Gwen paid her back in kind, snarling and biting into MJ's own lips. MJ let out a mumbling growl of pain as Gwen twisted her head, stretching and tearing at her lips in payback. MJ took hold of Gwen's blond locks on either side, dropping her swollen pale tits to instead rip her head back and forth by the chunks of hair, rocking her neck violently with both of their heads whipping around until Gwen gasped and her hands reached up to her own hair to relieve the pain. Released from the lip lock, MJ spat in the blond's face, seeing the blood in her saliva as it slapped into her cheek. Gwen crawled back on her ass as she wiped the spit away with the back of her arm, both girls breathing heavier with rage, pain and fear as things only seemed to escalate.

"I'm not stopping," MJ growled.

"The fuck if I am!" Gwen snapped back readily as  the girls checked their freshest wounds without taking their eyes off the other. "Peter's mine. He doesn't need a weak bitch like you weighing him down."

"No, he needs a girl who can actually get him off. Not a boring-ass blond who can't fight for her man, let alone fuck him right."

"Maybe I should show you how good I can fuck him using your face for a practice dummy."

"Not once I use those little tits for punching bags!"

With their frenzies properly wound up again, MJ lunged for Gwen Stacy. Gwen backed up a pace to avoid her grabbing hands, throwing a lucky hook across MJ's jaw. The redhead landed bent over the sofa cushions, stunned as Gwen grabbed her by the hair to hold her down. She used her knees to shove MJ's legs further apart before she smashed a fist up through her crimson bush and into her pussy.

"UGHHK!" MJ let out a sickly noise as her punch went into her twat, shuddering against the couch while Gwen went berserk, landing her flurry of punches as fast as she could dish them out on her defenseless pussy. Mary Jane at last grabbed the wrist buried in her hair, twisting and pulling on it to toss Gwen forward. She bounced off the couch, landing on the ground next to her opponent who still held onto her arm. MJ shifted herself to sit back onto the couch, pulling up on Gwen's arm as it wrenched behind her back. Gwen screamed and thrashed and tried to roll back over, only for Mary Jane to send a stomp into her tits whenever she got too far and forcing her back down to her belly or side.

MJ seemed to have her right where she wanted when Gwen twisted sharply, biting into the redhead's ankle. The expected scream rang out, and Gwen pulled hard on the leg to hurl MJ off the couch. Her face landed with a dull thud on the floor, holding her face as she rolled slowly to her back. Gwen pounced on top of her, clawing at her face wildly. The girls rolled over the floor grabbing at eachother before MJ caught her knee on one side of them, bracing herself and landing two quick punches across Gwen's tits. The abused jugs bounced as the blonde let out some pained cries, but she grabbed Mary Jane's hips to pull herself up and bite into the fat at the bottom of one of her breasts. Mary Jane gave an almost lusty groan from the pain in her already bruised and bloodied chest, eyes fluttering and mouth hanging open as she was briefly overwhelmed.

Instead of giving up like Gwen hoped, MJ grabbed the marvelous blond by the neck and shook her, strangling her but more noticeably slamming her head repeatedly on the floorboards. Gwen's eyes went a bit glassy after the third hard THUD, blond hair bouncing along with her skull. She cut off MJ's fourth try when she reached down to grab the dark red pubic hair in front of her face, pulling at it like wrapping paper on a Christmas present. Two big handfuls of red later, MJ was sobbing and fell off of her cupping her crotch.

"I'm surprised a weak pussy like that could take my Peter for so long," Gwen growled, looking at her handfuls of pubes. While MJ sobbed and curled up in a near fetal position, Gwen gave her another hard kick in the belly, knocking the wind out of her. While MJ gasped for air, she stuffed the mess of red hairs into her mouth, getting MJ to sputter and try to spit them out.

Gwen had no room left for mercy with all the pain in her crotch and breasts and everywhere, for that matter. She leaned on the couch's armrest, pressing her foot down on MJ's throat. She gagged and squirmed beneath her as Gwen glared down at her. "You going to stay away from my Peter?" Gwen hissed down at her, fatigue and anger clear in her voice. She was done messing around. So when MJ started to shake her head weakly, she pushed down on her throat harder. MJ's mouth hung open, drooling and gasping for air like a fish on a dock before she started to nod rapidly.

"Whose man is he?" Gwen demanded, lifting her foot slightly in approval of MJ's conceding.

"Yours," she rasped out, eyes and mouth watering pathetically, still spitting up the occasional pube.

"Finally got something right," she hissed, removing her foot completely. MJ held her throat and coughed loudly, rolling slowly in miserable pain on the ground. Gwen stood over her upper body, sitting down suddenly to planted her battered blond bush into MJ's face. "Now... start licking."

"What?!" MJ blurted, but Gwen grabbed her by the hair and pulled her mouth up against her tenderized folds. Gwen winced slightly as her clawed up cunt was touched, but the satisfaction of MJ's suffering and submission was enough to make her overlook it.

"Start licking, you little slut. It's the closest you'll ever get to tasting Peter's dick again. And you so much as think about biting and I'll claw your eyes out and stuff them up your dirty cunt."

MJ wasn't foolish enough to take the threat literally, but she was scared and sore enough not to give Gwen any more reason to torment her.

MJ wasn't foolish enough to take the threat literally, but she was scared and sore enough not to give Gwen any more reason to torment her. She reluctantly reached out her tongue, licking slowly between the folds of Gwen's scratched and beaten pussy. She moaned and shuddered at the sensation of MJ's oral submission.

"That's it... there's a good bitch. You're fucking good at this. Mmmm, Pete should thank me for saving him from wasting his time on such a dyke." The backhanded trash talk kept coming as Gwen humped on MJ's face. The redheaded model winced and released muffled squeaks at her beaten face being rubbed over, but still obediently at up her pussy. Gwen held her in tighter and humped harder as they went, squeezing her thighs around Mary Jane's head to squashing her face in a painful and humiliating facesit. MJ sobbed and shuddered, which only seemed to excite Gwen even more between the vibration of her bawling face and her increasing shame.

MJ was disgraced to find how good she was at being Gwen's sex toy, as the blond's drawn out humping finally peaked and she came over her rival's face. MJ sputtered and coughed under her as the orgasm ran into her nose and mouth, soaking MJ in her rival's sweaty feminine scent. When Gwen got off her, MJ was too busy coughing and drooling as she writhed limply on the floor.

"You ever come NEAR Pete again and I'll do ten times worse to you," the blond victor threatened, planting her foot on Mary Jane's crotch and pressing down firmly on it. "You understand, you braindead cunt?"

"Yes!" MJ sputtered breathlessly, hardly able to think or breathe properly let alone fight back or argue. The extra pressure crushing her cunt didn't help at all either.

Gwen took her foot off of her groin at last, letting MJ curl up in a bloodied and bruised mess. Gwen took some of her clothes from her bedroom, tugging them on so she could get herself home. She left the apartment, already texting Peter about how Mary Jane wouldn't get between them any more. One thing anybody who got in her way would have to learn was that NOTHING stopped Gwen Stacy.