Disney Duel 2: Belle vs Jasmine

another Disney catfight request; good trashy racist fun!

Prince Adam's was hosting a great feast at his castle that night. His loyal servants had managed quite the feast, and his guests from Agrabah had plenty to say about how wonderful it all tasted. Princess Jasmine and Princess Belle were the only ones not enjoying themselves, and it was strictly because of one another.

Belle wore a gold-colored dress with a low cut cleavage line, and Jasmine in her traditional two-piece Arabian attire. Married or not, the men were men, and Aladdin stole glances at Belle just as Adam, better known as The Beast not long ago, did the same with Jasmine. The women, in turn, shot angry glares at each other, convinced their revealing attire was an attempt to seduce their man.

"I do hate to cut the visit short, but you will have to excuse me tomorrow," Prince Adam apologized after swapping stories with Aladdin at one end of the table. "My people have been reporting bandits hiding in the hills, and they could use me and my guards to root out the bastards."

Jasmine gave a small sigh, further down the table from her man to allow room for all the food and drink on the great table. "At least I don't have to smell his wet dog stink anymore," she muttered, though Belle gave a scowl back at her that implied she'd heard her.

"Well no reason to end the trip over that," Aladdin insisted with a smile. "I have my own guards at my disposal, and if you haven't heard, I wasn't always royalty. I know my way around a fight."

Adam laughed jovially at this. "Well I was born into royalty, but I don't mind saying that I didn't let that get in the way of impressing a few fencing teachers!"

The men shared a laugh and made plans for the trip. They considered their wives, of course, who agreed to the longer stay despite their personal qualms with the idea. It would take the princes about a week to get back, and they wouldn't put the princesses in danger, so they agreed to stay back at Adam's palace.

"Tell me, Jasmine!" Belle piped up suddenly as they reached their conclusion. "Did you see the painting in the side hall on your way in? It's my absolute favorite."

"I didn't!" Jasmine played along, meeting Belle's eyes across the table. "You simply must show me!" The Arabian princess promptly got up, the ladies excusing themselves off to the one of the halls out of earshot of the banquet.

Aladdin nodding after the departing women. "See? They're getting along like sisters. They'll be fine for a week."

The women stopped by the large but simple painting of a queenly figure somewhere up Prince Adam's family tree. Belle had chosen the spot in particular because when she had to sneak around through the library or any of the previously forbidden areas, she knew this to be a secluded spot to catch her breath. "What in the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped at Jasmine, fists on her formally dressed hips. "Just because your man is an uneducated criminal is no reason to come into my castle and act like such a bitch!"

Jasmine gasped angrily at the accusations. "How dare you!? You were the one trying to seduce him with that trashy outfit of yours, you glorified pet slut!"

"I would never!" Belle huffed back. "If Aladdin would pick a pathetic sand slut like you as a bride, he must have disgusting tastes already."

Jasmine scowled and stepped closer, pressing her caramel-colored breasts into Belle's competitively. "So says the wife of a fucking mongrel animal! Fitting that a dog would marry a bitch. Tell me, were you always this ugly or did he pass his curse on to you?"

"Ugly!? At least I don't need to hide my saggy tits in that ridiculous pajama outfit!"

"I'm not hiding anything," Jasmine growled back. "In fact, I'd be happy to strip you nude and show you just how superior my body is to some white whore!"

"You're barely a woman, let alone a princess. How low has Agrabah sunk if their slutty royalty is sucking a thief's pathetic dick just to get by? You and your whore-stealing man should just go back to your sand trap of a kingdom where the sand hides your ugly face!"

"Then you use this great garden of yours to hide your hideousness in mud!?" Jasmine scoffed back. "Or do you eat it to remind yourself of your pathetic beggar life?"

Belle was bright red in fury at this point, only keeping herself from slapping the foreign bitch because of her husband, knowing how important this gathering was for him. But Jasmine's last statement made her think. "You want to see who eats mud here?" she intoned on a low, threatening level. "Our men will be leaving tomorrow, as well as most of the guards. There's a space behind the barracks, where the servants rarely bother to go. It's where they keep their mud pit, where they can pay wenches and whores to fight for their amusement. That is, if your sand-crusted cunt isn't scared of a little mud."

Jasmine raised her head a bit to nod slowly in understanding. "I'll be glad to put you into your place, you royal dog-fucker. Meet me there an hour after they leave and I'll show you what makes a real woman."

The ladies parted ways and smiled their way through the rest of the meal, sleeping with their men one more night before they saw them off. They were sure to kiss them intensely for good luck, and to show off the other princess as well. With most of the men of the castle gone, they returned to their bedrooms to prepare. Not long after, both arrived at the pit out behind the castle.

There was the simple but comfortable wooden structure for the guardsmen, now empty as what few they had were patrolling or resting in the castle. Behind it, away from even the castle windows, there was a pit roughly 6 feet deep dug with plain wooden planks for walls to keep it from caving in. The recently light rain and the pit’s deeply dug nature kept the mud at the bottom still damp and sticky, and a bit more than ankle deep on the girls. Belle was waiting there with a plain dress on and a ribbon in her hair, while Jasmine arrived shortly after wearing her usual tiara-style headband and billowing blue two-piece.

"So you actually had the tits to show up," Jasmine sneered at her in disgust, looking over the brown-haired country girl.

“No way I’m losing to you in my own castle,” Belle scoffed back at her. She took the waist of her dress, pulling it down to show her clean white panties. Jasmine gave her a slightly wary look as Belle shrugged. “I’m not ruining this dress for trash like you. And I’m not ashamed of my body like some foreign imitation of a real woman.”

Jasmine followed suit, stripping down as the women kept glaring across at each other. They were soon both nude apart from their smallest accessories. Belle kept her hair tied back with her blue bow, while Jasmine kept her blue hair band in place, a gold necklace around her neck and short gold earrings.

Jasmine looked over her naked opponent, both with smooth, regal skin and their pussies neatly trimmed. "Even uglier nude, I see," the Agrabah royalty sneered in disgust at Belle's round white breasts and perky pink nipples before starting to climb into the pit.

"And here I thought fighting you outdoors would help with your dirty arab stink," Belle hissed back as she followed suit. Jasmine touched down first, feet sinking a few short inches into the wet mud. But while Belle was still climbing down, Jasmine suddenly turned and grabbed her by the hair, pulling and flinging her into the mess below. Belle landed bodily, marking her pearly skin with the thick mess.

Jasmine laughed and pointed at her rival loudly. "Enjoy your roll in your mudhole, pig!?" Jasmine crowed, Belle getting up to all fours and already sticky with mud. She caught Jasmine by surprise by slinging a handful of the mess into the arab's face. Jasmine screamed in alarm and started to wipe her face off, but Belle rose to her knees and threw a punch squarely into Jasmine's brown belly.

Jasmine huffed hard and grabbed her stomach, bending over with her curvy ass sticking out behind her. Belle rose up with a fire in her eyes, throwing two punches back and forth across Jasmine's face. The Arabian royal's face contorted from the blows before Belle followed up with a muddy kick to her face, sending Jasmine falling into the sticky mess as well.

Jasmine stumbled up, but rose too quickly and stumbled dizzily into the pit's wooden wall. She leaned one arm against it to steady herself, but Belle moved in behind her and slammed several sharp punches right into her kidneys. The darker princess made some low, pained grunting noises, but then threw an elbow backward that smacked into Belle's cheek. The white woman stumbled and halted her attack, but before Jasmine swung her foot backward. Her muddy heel slammed right into Belle's pussy, the white girl's scream going off right next to her ears as her reward.

"AOOOOWW!" Belle howled and held her crotch as she was frozen on the spot. Jasmine turned around and viciously sank her nails into Belle's breasts. Belle let out a long cry of pain as she tried to pull away, just making the clawing worse as Jasmine kept her talons locked onto her.

"I love to hear you squeal, white pig! Let's hear some more!" Jasmine shouted at her face. Belle grabbed Jasmine's wrists to try forcing her off, but Jasmine swung her by her handles to slam her shoulder into the wall. Belle stumbled at the impact, making her feet slip on the sludge below and drag them both back down in one flailing mess of flesh and mud. They splashed around trying to get back up, the cool mud surprisingly soothing on their stinging scratches and sweaty skin.

Jasmine quickly moved to mount the white fighter, but Belle managed to bring up her arms to lock with hers. The brown-haired princess raised a knee to get between the two of them, holding her off long enough to aim and swing her kick up into Jasmine's pussy. "AOOW!" The Agrabah princess howled and rolled off of her opponent, clutching her pussy and crawling away on her other three limbs.

Her movement was slow in the thick mud, so Belle was able to stand back up and catch up with her, hugging her aching tits but gritting her teeth. Jasmine dragged herself back up dizzily, with Bella waiting on her feet. She barely rose when Belle stepped forward and snapped a high kick that smacked the dainty white foot into Jasmine's cheek. The Arabian royal stumbled hard in the opposite direction, almost spinning completely around on her feet from the impact. She leaned over, rubbing her jaw from the hard kick, only for Belle to raise her foot and slam her sole in a hard forward kick into her face, sending her rocketing over onto her back into the mud.

She hooked a kick into Jasmine's tits from below, knocking the wind out of her foreign foe. She gave her another for good measure before she dropped to her knees and locked her legs around Jasmine's waist. She was already short on air, so the squeezing of Belle's legs on her stomach had her yowling and slapping at the white girl's crushing limbs.

"You weak cracker cunt! Let go!" Jasmine shouted in outrage as the two splashed around in the mud, trying to maintain or escape the hold.

"How weak is THIS, sand slut!?" Belle taunted, flexing her thighs harder to press more wails of agony out of her. She still didn't seem satisfied with that, grabbing and pulling back on one of Jasmine's kicking legs.

"What's the matter, bitch? Can't fight in the mud, desert whore?" Belle stretched her opponent's leg awkwardly over her shoulder, giving her access to lean between Jasmine's legs and bite into her pussy. She ignored the taste of mud for the sake of revenge, and the satisfying scream of agony that came out of Jasmine's other end. Belle shook her head to stretch and tear the flesh of the arab pussy, Jasmine thrashing like a lunatic in her body scissor.

"You taste as bad as you stink, you thief-fucking cunt," Belle snarled as best she could with Jasmine's vaginal meat in her mouth. The darker-skinned princess clawed and pushed at Belle's back and legs, but couldn't get grip and leverage enough to force her off. She did manage to get a grip on one of Belle's ass cheeks, shoving on it hard enough for Jasmine to shove two fingers into her ass and began clawing at her tender hole.

"AGHHH! You filthy bitch!!" Belle shrieked, but could only bring herself to hold on another second before she desperately released her and rolled away, refreshing the layer of mud on herself. Jasmine crawled after her, ignoring her aching ribs as she tackled into her from behind. Belle fell clumsily onto her front, Jasmine hugging around her middle and climbing up to sit on her middle back. Belle rocked and tried to roll over, but Jasmine grabbed her by her brown hair and blue ribbon to shove her face into the mud. She rubbed her handful of hair to smear the sputtering and choking Belle's face over the messy ground.

"Who's the brown bitch now, you dog-fucking piece of shit!?" Jasmine hissed down at her furiously, forcing some of the mud to splash up Belle’s mouth and nose. She held her down as she threw several hard punches into the back of Belle's head and neck, the occasional pained outburst coming through the mud.

At last one of her blows missed, in all of Belle's thrashing, and the white girl immediately seized both the opportunity and her arm. Holding the desert slut in place with her grasp, Belle swung her neck backward, crashing a reverse headbutt into Jasmine's nose. Jasmine gave an alarmed scream, falling back off of her and holding her face as blood ran through her fingers.

"You filthy whore! My nose!" Jasmine shrieked as her eyes teared up instinctively, on top of her pain and rage. She managed to get up to her knees while Belle did the same, a bit punch drunk from her beating so far but able to throw a heavy punch into Jasmine's face. The naked brown woman jerked as blood and spit flew from her face, limply staying on her knees as Belle threw more crushing blows to her face before she grabbed her by the hair.

"I am going to bury you in this mud!" Belle threatened furiously as she send another blow to Jasmine's face, already starting to swell her eye shut. She let go of her hair, leaving Jasmine dazed and looking like a slutty punching bag for a moment before Belle changed her hands to latch onto her ripe brown breasts. Jasmine gave a low moan of pain, trying to push free but Belle just squeezed harder and pulled, stretching and crushing her tits. "Who's the cow now, you sand slut?" Belle snarled, pulling and clawing her tits to lead Jasmine around like a flimsy puppet as her nails tore fresh gashes into her big soft breasts. Belle finally used her jugs as handles to straighten up Jasmine a bit more, bending her backward to make it easier for her to release one hand and form a fist to bury into the arab's twat.

"AOHHHH!" Jasmine let out a sound of horrified pain as Belle punched her right in the pussy, hard enough that her knuckles were buried over an inch inside of her. The Arab princess' face was a mask of agony as she was roughly fisted by her foe, paralyzed as her body felt overloaded with the shocking sensations.

"What's wrong? Your prince of thieves’ dick too small to ever fuck you like that?" Belle mocked her, words dripping with hatred and venom as she sneered at Jasmine's beaten and bruised face. She flexed and pumped her fist forward in a short but painful blow to the Arab’s inner womanhood, making her spasm again.

"Oh fuck... oh god... get out," Jasmine moaned loudly, shivering in pain.

"You know what I want to hear, bitch," Belle replied, ignoring her pleas. "You give up, admit who's the best woman and admit who's the bitch."

Jasmine shuddered as Belle gave another sharp jab into her pussy, looking ready to black out for a moment. As Belle leaned in eagerly, Jasmine curled her lips and shot a bloody wad of spittle into her eyes. Belle screamed and recoiled in disgusted horror, Jasmine pouncing on her and tackling her into the mud. Belle threw another wild punch that hit the Arabian princess in the tit, but she dug her nails into Belle's chest as she held her down.

"I thought you liked fucking with beasts, you cracker whore!" Jasmine snarled before she leaned in and dug her teeth into Belle's neck. It wasn't anything sharp enough to break the skin, but still plenty to terrify and sting Belle terribly. Jasmine felt her screaming through the muscles in her throat.

"AHHHHGGH! You stinking sand nigger! Get off!" Belle shrieked, reaching up and clawing in a savage panic. Her nails tore over the flesh of Jasmine's caramel-colored breasts and face, Jasmine turning her face away to try to avoid her scratching attack. It gave Belle a moment to reach under her and shove her fingers inside Jasmine's pussy, burying her nails into the brown bitch's clit.

It was Jasmine's turn to scream in agony, losing her grip and Belle able to swing her legs upward, knocking the Arabian princess over her head and into the nearby wall. Jasmine landed roughly in the mud, trying to push herself up and rub her pussy while Belle rubbed at her throat and the dull red teeth marks that went over it. Belle reacted first as she caught the rising Arab with a knee to the face.

"UHHHN!" Jasmine's face flew back as her shoulder hit the wooden wall of the pit, leaning on it in dizzying pain. Belle pursued her, but Jasmine leaned on the wall and threw a reverse kick that smashed her heel right into Belle’s lips. The white girl staggered back with a pathetic wail as she held her face, her lip swelling and bleeding freely. Jasmine started to rise but Belle smashed into her again, throwing hooking punches into her kidneys, Jasmine twitching pathetically before Belle backed up a pace and rocketed another knee aimed her pussy... but Jasmine rolled to one side and let the white princess' let smash into the wall instead. Belle immediately went off balance as the pain shot up her leg, grabbing her pained knee as Jasmine twisted and lunged forward, crushing her elbow into Jasmine's temple. Belle fell to one knee while holding the other. Jasmine rose up and balled her fists together, slamming them together in a hammer blow to the top of her skull.

Belle fell into a heap in the mud, mouth agape in a daze as Jasmine stumbled over to straddle her. Both women were bruised and bleeding, even as Jasmine mounted her body. "Where's all that white power now, dog-fucker?" Jasmine demanded as she grabbed Belle by the cheeks, scraping her nails over her face before she hooked her fingers inside of her lips, avoiding her teeth while stretching and scraping her inner mouth. Belle gave a weak wail as Jasmine locked her long smooth legs over her white victim's shoulders. She braced her feet and clenched her legs together, Belle giving out a loud, wet gagging noise as Jasmine clawed her face and locked her into a standing headscissors.

"Give up, you fat fucking cow!" Jasmine ordered loudly, nails digging into Belle's face as she pulled up harder and strangled Belle between her thigh muscles. Belle clawed desperately at her leg with one hand, beating on her other leg with her second. But Belle's breathing came in heavier and rougher, eyes fluttering as her blows became slower and weaker. Her limbs felt heavy as exhaustion and the lack of air started to get to her, and Jasmine could sense it. Her ruined face sneered down as Belle's attacks stopped entirely, pawing at the mud like the pale pig she was for any chance to escape.

Jasmine finally opened her legs, letting Belle fall to the muck completely. She gave a harsh kick to the white girl's belly, rolling her onto her back and straddling her again. "Alright, you stupid little white meat. I think it's time I showed you what a real woman looks like." One hand reached down to her pussy and spread her lips with her fingers, crouching slowly to bury Belle's battered and muddy face in her snatch. The white girl let out a muffled cry of objection and shame, slapping uselessly at Jasmine's hips as she applied the smothering facesit directly over her nose and mouth.

"That's it... choke on my clit, you fucking cunt," Jasmine went on degrading her, rubbing one of her own breasts as she watched Jasmine's wide, frightened eyes as she squirmed beneath her. Belle shook her head desperately, managing to free her mouth from her foe long enough to gasp out "I give! Stop! Please stop! Can't breathe!"

Jasmine sneered down at her with smug disgust, grabbing her by the hair and shoving her back in her place underneath her snatch. "Too late for that, you flea-ridden whore. Stay the fuck down."

Belle thrashed and wailed miserably into her pussy, only exciting Jasmine until her eyes fluttered, flopping more and more heavily into the mud each time until her eyes rolled back in her head, falling limp beneath the rival princess. Jasmine stayed on top of her, grinding her pussy into Belle's limp features a bit longer before she seemed satisfied but bored with her victim. She slid back enough to reveal her face, still sitting on Belle's round white tits as she patted her cheeks.

"Wake up now," she urged in a soft, mocking  tone. "Time to wake up, you little tramp..." When this failed to do much of anything to her, she whipped a harsh backhand across Belle's face. Her head rocked from the blow, waking up in a bit of a daze. "Wake up, wolf sucker! Time to bow to the real princess."

Jasmine stood on her knees, dragging Belle's shaky body up to her, positioning her pussy right in front of Belle's face. She ran her fingers enticingly through her dark black bush, Belle swallowing uncomfortably at the sight. Her face soured as if she were disgusted by the smell of her mud, sweat and arousal, but quickly cowed by Jasmine's expectant stare.

Belle opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue into the messy slit and running it up and down meekly. "So now you shut that fucking mouth? Nice try, you peasant whore!" She slapped Belle's cheek, making her wince and start hurriedly licking and sucking deeper on Jasmine's pussy in a desperate attempt to appease the winner. Jasmine's breathing picked up its pace, panting and humping against the white princess' beaten face. Her slick pussy and sweaty, muddy pubic hair painted Belle's bruised features with her sexual juices. Belle's soured face continued to lick until the darker-skinned princess let out a passionate wail, her womanhood flexing around Belle's lips as she released a musky, thick orgasm into the white girl's face.

Belle shuddered as she tried to spit out the upsetting wave of cum, but Jasmine's snatch in her face left her little space to escape the sexual wrath of her foe. Jasmine finally rolled off of her, leaving her gasping for air and shivering in pain and shame. Just as she thought her punishment was over, she felt herself rolled over by Jasmine. She was positions on her knees and elbows, facing the mudhole with her rump up in the air so that her pussy was easily accessible to Jasmine. Belle was too dazed to resist or realize what was coming before the Arabian princess shoved her fingers roughly up her pussy.

"AAAAH!" The last of Belle's strength seemed to be expelled by her scream, grabbing the grass at the edge of the hole for balance and some minor relief from the painful intrusion.

"You know you like it, you white fucking cow. Look how wet that stinking pussy is!" Jasmine slapped Belle on the ass, making the white girl hold onto the grass to avoid falling into the pit. She was too caught up in that to resist as Jasmine fingered her mercilessly, the loud wet sucking noises of her pussy clearly audible to herself. Jasmine spit derisively on the swollen lips, smearing her spit inside of her before shoving an extra finger in, going even deeper. The relentless pounding quickly became too much for Belle to endure, degraded and sore and bitterly, forcefully aroused. Her hips bucked suddenly as she cried out, squirting messily as she came hard.

"God, you look like a pissing dog when you cum," Jasmine sneered in disgust at her, still pumping the wet orgasm out of her foe. Belle was breathing heavily, eyes rolling in overwhelmed pleasure as her pussy emptied itself over the muddy grass. She'd almost begun to regulate her breathing when Jasmine stood up and kicked her in the ass, sending her toppling back into the pit and splatting down head first. She lifted her head, dizzy and dripping with mud, just in time to see Jasmine leap down after her. She saw that she carried Belle's dress with her, throwing it into the mud a short way in front of her before stomping it into the muck.

"Think it's time for you to get to your bed, you princess of pigs," Jasmine snarled at her, striding over behind her back and sitting on her shoulders. With Jasmine's still-wet pussy kissing her upper back, Belle was forced to bury her face back into the mud hole, pushing and thrashing weakly, but the strength gone from her body. Jasmine simply had to sit and enjoy the show as she used Belle as her throne. The white girl slowly stopped struggling, her screams and sobs buried in the sludge before she went limp. Jasmine gave her a few more seconds to make sure she wasn't playing possum, then got up and pulled her out by the hair. The white girl was a mix of purple, red and brown from the bruises, scratches and mud all over her face, limp and motionless, but breathing slowly.

"Some princess, you cunt-sucking harlot," Jasmine huffed, letting her flop onto her back so she wouldn't drown herself before the victorious princess climbed out to get dressed and washed up.

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.