Disclaimer: a few things to get out of the way. The versions of these 2 women in this story are highly fictionalised. Samantha is that girl Izzy G from the poll I posted about them so don't get confused. Lastly, this is my first ever female fighting story. I'm aware it probably kinda sucks but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Just don't go too hard on me boys.
I think deep down all women love to defeat another. Showing superiority in one way or another. Such is the case of Samantha Tomlensen (aka pink sparkles,) twitch's blonde bombshell, and Callie Auburn the beauty of onlyfans. Samantha was driving her way to a party at a friend's house. The twitch streamer made her way inside confidently. Samantha was a gorgeous fit woman and she knew it. She stood 5 foot 8 and weighed 132 lbs. Samantha could strut through anywhere, almost every man would ogle and almost every woman would stare jealously. In high school samantha and a jealous bitch named sidney would brawl at samantha's house while her parents were out. Samantha lost that fight.......bad. In the end Samantha was pinned and smothered by sidney's smaller pair of breasts. Ever since Samantha has worked out religiously and has conquered every opponent easily. Including sidney in what was (for Samantha) a long awaited rematch. Prior to their battle Samantha had homed her skills so much there wasn't a hint of doubt that this time she'd win. Which of course she did when Sidney got a taste of smothering at the hands of Samantha's almighty breasts. Samantha could beat any woman who dared challenge her without much effort and practically no doubt. And why shouldn't she be able to? While naturally pretty, she had worked for her strength and skill and has continued to maintain it. Her opponents weren't any slouches either. She loved the feeling of power although on a certain level she wanted to face a woman who could put up a fight. Despite this Samantha loved the fact that she was unrivaled. That was until she arrived at this party and laid her eyes on.......her. Callie Auburn arrived at the party 15 minutes prior. Callie could easily be a contender for one of the hottest women in the world, alongside Samantha herself. She had incredibly firm 31C tits, a huge ass and overall great figure. She weighed in at 139 lbs and also stood at 5 foot 8. Callie was competitive and beautiful. Which naturally leads to being in catfights with jealous girls. Her story could be called a mirror of Samantha's except for one difference. Callie was good at smothering her opponents with her firm breasts and giant ass from the beginning. When challenged by a high school rival named Gwen, she easily beat and facesat her opponent. She continued to do so throughout all her battles with no training or development necessary. Much like Samantha her opponents weren't weak by any means. Callie was just too good, but also much like Samantha, Callie was waiting to find one woman that might finally be a match for her. But how many women are that beautiful AND that experienced. Pornstars? They're sexy jobbers! Bodybuilders? They're hideous! None of them could match callie's exact desire of a rival. But when she turned around she had finally found the rival to match her. Samantha and Callie's mutual friend Evan introduced them to each other. "Samantha this is Callie. Callie this is Samantha." They both stood stunned for a few seconds. It was incredible. Neither had ever encountered another woman like them in person. Neither had any idea of how to feel at the moment. Excited, angry, jealous, aroused, competitive. Whatever emotions they felt, you could say they're all encompassed by one common state of mind for competitive women, catty. Each stared at the other. They were both beautiful and strong, voluptuous and powerful blondes. The perfect rivals. For each quality Samantha outclassed Callie in, Callie outclassed Samantha in something else. Samantha's breasts were slightly bigger but Callie's were firmer. Callie's ass was superior but Samantha was more fit, Samantha seemed to work harder but Callie was all natural power. Samantha broke the silence and awkward staring by stretching out her hand for a handshake and offering a simple "hello, nice to meet you." Callie obliged, shaking her hand and replying "nice to meet you to." Evan knowing both of them and their competitive nature, excused himself to talk to the rest of the guests. Leaving both gorgeous bombshells alone on the balcony to talk and sew the seeds of their hatred and rivalry. Callie began, "so what do you do for a living?" Samantha responded, "I'm a twitch streamer. Hottest woman on there." Samantha would usually be totally confident in her statement of her beauty, as it was always a way to subtly initiate the challenge. However when facing down her equal there was a tinge of fear in her subtle challenge. "'What about you? What do you do?" Samantha questioned, attempting to draw out more competition with her line of questioning. Callie picked up on the subtle initiation and the small hint of fear that came with it, and responded in kind. All to lure herself and her rival to where they were quickly heading. "I do onlyfans for a living and I'M the hottest on there!" Callie heavily emphasized her retort in an attempt to show confidence, but to Samantha it betrayed clear insecurity in the moment. "Oh is that so? Well sorry to tell you but you must be second hottest, because I'M hottest on there." Samantha replied in a condescending and blatantly challenging manner. Taking obvious offence and knowing that this woman very obviously knows what she's doing here, callie responds somewhat fearfully thinking that this bitch is good and wondering for the first time if she could really take this slut in a fight. "oh bullshit SLUT I'm way hotter than you" the statement was defiant but once again show how unsure and insecure Callie was. "Pfft yeah right." Samantha's response reeked of someone trying to convince themself of something. Callie caught this tone of her's and pursued. "Oh you don't think so? Well how 'bout I join twitch and we'll see what everyone else thinks." "Don't you dare you bitch." Callie could see the moment of truth it was time to properly issue the challenge. Although she was quite nervous, her breathing getting heavier and her heart racing. But there was no way she was gonna back down to this bitch. If there was a doubt in her mind about who was better she'd squash it. "Well then, I guess there's only one way to settle this." "What do you mean?" "I mean we settle this woman to woman. We drive back to my place and we catfight." Samantha was taken aback by the brazeness of it. She'd been attempting to steer the conversation to conflict ever since Evan had left, but for Callie to be so quick and fearless about it. However the truth was whatever anxieties Samantha had where shared by Callie. "'Catfight?" "Yeah. What the matter? Not woman enough?" To this Samantha faked a laugh and lifted up her shirt to show her abs "more woman than you'll ever be." The show of intimidation most certainly worsened Callie's nerves but she's not turning back now "Alright then come back to my place with me and we can fight there, just us woman to woman, our feminine pride on the line." Samantha is obviously hesitant but she refuses to lose she's honed her skills. "Alright then after you, Callie." There was no insult in the sentence, yet Callie still couldn't help but be annoyed. The way she said Callie just infuriated her. There was enough venom in Samantha's voice it could poison 10 people. So the 2 hottest and toughest women around strutted out of the party and to Callie's car. No words were exchanged during the 15 minute car ride, only thoughts of the impending battle to come flowed through the 2 beautiful brawler's minds. There was a tension in them that had not been felt for years. For Samantha she hadn't felt like this since her first fight with sidney. On the opposite side of things, Callie hadn't felt like this since her very first bout against Gwen. They arrive at Callie's home and step inside. "Make yourself comfortable." Callie orders as she leaves the room "oh I'll make myself comfortable when I'm sitting on your face bitch." Samantha mumbles as Callie leaves the room. Samantha ever the smart girl is aware of her limits and the possibility of defeat, stops for a moment and wonders if she should go through with this. For the first time in years she's not sure if she can win this. Callie's in the other room. She could leave right now and neither of them would ever really know. Despite this Samantha knows deep down that if she flees she'd be an inferior woman, even if she could take Callie in a fight. Callie in the bathroom begins to strip out of her tight button up black shirt out and leopard print bottoms that show off her thick ass. Down to her skimpy black lingerie. She may have been nervous but unlike Samantha she wasn't the smart cautious girl. Callie being the reckless, confident and wild woman she was pushed it all to the back of her mind and told herself she'd win. She's defeated every bitch prior. why should this pumped up slut be any different? Callie exits her bathroom and enters her living room to find Samantha similarly stripped down to her white lingerie. Samantha gets off the sofa standing ready to fight to which Callie holds her hand up as a sign of momentary peace "ah ah ah I know you wanna be my seat real bad, but wait a minute. Let's talk a little more." Turning her firm ass in Samantha's direction and giving it a slap and grab. Samantha's face tensed showing her frustration. She was just wanting to get on with it, mostly because of her nerves. "'Well what is it then?" "We both know we're here because we're the perfect rivals and I can tell you've at least done this once. So I wanna make sure you won't be a disappointment, tell me what's your history with this." "My history with catfighting?" "Yes. You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine. It'll show us just what kind of women we are to each other. When did you start catfighting?" Samantha nerves were getting worse by the minute. A catfight had never been so personal and psychological for her before. Despite her starting this talk for the ultimate rivals to get to know each other, Callie's nerves were getting hard to ignore but she continued to push them to the back of her mind. Telling herself that the victory will be sweeter when she fully understands just what kind of warrior she's conquered. "When did you start catfighting?" "'In high school." "Tell me about your first fight." "It was against a girl jealous of my breasts named sidney. She came over to my house when my parents were out and we stripped naked and fought." "Fairly common beginning. Did you win or lose, and how so?" "Why do you want to know so much about my first fight?" "Because Samantha if you're anything like me, and you seem to be my perfect match. That first fight defines what kind of fighter you are. It created the way you conduct your competitive side. So did you win or lose?" Samantha didn't want to tell Callie the result. Despite Samantha's retribution in the form of her later defeating Sidney, she was hesitant to tell this slut that she lost figuring it would give her more confidence but she relented with a sigh "I lost. She beat me bad. She had done it before. We struggled to the ground and when she got on top she smothered me with her smaller boobs." "Figures." "You bitch!" "Calm down slut. I'm not saying that because I think you're a pushover, I'm saying because of your abs. You clearly worked to be as deadly as your are, and that's respectable. The question is, is that enough to take me down." "I know it is whore. I've won every fight since! I know my work is more than enough to take a pumped up little girl like you down." Both women's nerves were starting to take an effect in a sexual way. Their nipples stiffened and between their legs had begun to get moist. The idea of finally having a totally even challenge, and conquering the woman sitting across from them was profoundly arousing to both women. "Well that's the thing Samantha I'm not just a pumped up little girl. I just haven't put in the kind of work to attain the status both of us have now. Because I've always kicked ass. I won my first fight and like you I've easily beaten every bitch in my way I just never had to work. Like I said I respect that you've worked so hard that you could be my rival, but can you beat me is the real question." "'So let's answer it then slut!" "Bring it bitch!" The 2 stand up hastily. After so much buildup they finally charge at each other. The two lock arms in a test of strength. Samantha thought this would bring her an early advantage. Given her impressive physique, but Callie proved stronger than expected with her few pounds on Samantha she was able to keep up with her strength. The two beauties would go back and forth. Their breasts smashing into each other as they did. Trying to force each other to the ground but the battle remained a stalemate throughout. With the clash going nowhere, Samantha decides to stop battling for control of the arms and lifts Callie in a bear hug. Attempting to crush Callie's breasts against her own and get an early victory. Callie was caught off-guard by Samantha's move, however Callie wasn't content to just lie back and let this bitch win. As Samantha crushed Callie in her powerful grip Callie began to strike and punch at Samantha's head. Typically Samantha can tank her opponents blows, but as if she didn't realise it already, Callie showed her once again that she was nothing like her previous opponents. Callie could hit, HARD. Her strength was nothing to slouch at and easily rivaled Samantha's own. Being hit so many times by a woman as strong as Callie rocked Samantha. As Samantha began to feel herself getting dizzy from Callie's punches, she teightened her grip around Callie's waist in hopes of getting her to give before an outcome defining blow landed. Tears began to form in Callie's eyes, as Samantha lifted her off the carpeted floor and crushed her spine with astounding strength, her breasts pancaking against Samantha's body. Callie gives the first squeal of the battle tears beginning to flow. Knowing if she doesn't escape she'll have no choice but to give, wanting nothing more but to conquer this whore, she sends one last desperate right hook into Samantha's cheek. The desperate last ditch attempt at freedom finally got Samantha to release Callie from her grasp. Samantha stepped back and tried to regain her composure. At the same time Callie tried to regain her oxygen and wait for her pain to pass. As Samantha was once again coherent and with a minute to think things through. She had begun to think of how nervous she still was and how Callie had the led the charge the whole time. Samantha had worked for her perfectly honed body and that was enough for her to best any other bitch in combat. But as the idea was quite literally beaten into her skull by now, Callie wasn't just another bitch. Samantha would really have to work for it even harder than usual if she wanted to have this bitch imprisoned within her tits. Finally putting her inhibitions to the back of her mind, Samantha took the lead. "it's time to take this fight further cxnt." Callie's attention for the past minute had been on her back pain. When suddenly her attention was drawn to Samantha through a challenging statement. Turning her head to her, Samantha had stripped naked cupping her intimidating breasts, her rock hard nipples protruding in Callie's direction. "What's the matter Callie? Scared? Is this bod too much REAL WOMAN for you?" Callie stood in awe for a brief moment. Part of her was absolutely terrified of the bare body that stood before her. Another part of her lusted for Samantha, wanting to fuck her senseless. But both of these parts of her were overshadowed by pure excitement of true woman to woman melee with this astonishing rival, and desire to destroy the exquisite figure in front of her. "Too much for me? We'll see about that honey." Callie unclassped the strap on her black lingerie bra with a long moan as she did. Tossing her bra aside forcefully. "I'll show you some real woman you sweet little girl." Callie threatened condescendingly, turning around before bending over and slowly removing her panties. It was a slow deliberate motion. In most cases a motion like this would be intended to be sexy, but in this scenario the presentation of Callie's most impressive asset only served as an effective means of intimidation. As well as rub in the point of her superior backside to Samantha. "Nice bod you built hon, but this bod has been gorgeous forever. Now I'll show you what it can really do." With her final threat issued the two lock up again now both in bearhugs, their titanic jugs smashing together. The hold not lasting long however as Callie began to spin the two of them around throwing Samantha to the ground. Not missing her chance Callie pounced at Samantha securing a position mounted on-top of Samantha. Unfortunately for Callie though, this position also doesn't last long. As Samantha rolls herself and Callie until she's on-top. "Ugh you whore." Callie not allowing herself to be defeated so soon begins to grab at Samantha's hair, to which Samantha returns to favour. "Rrr." "Guh AH! Bitch." As the hair pulling competition dragged on it was clear Samantha was winning. As she released her grip on Samantha's hair Callie would cry out once again. Samantha would believe her victory was nigh. That was until Callie began to claw and scratch at Samantha's tits. "GRR GAHH!" Unable to bear the pain Samantha would release her grip on Callie's hair in an attempt to pry Callie's claws off her boobs. "Your tits aren't so tough now, are they whore?" Callie would roll them, regaining her position on top while keeping her hands and Samantha's tits. Samantha was in a bad spot, the pain Callie was inflicting on her breasts was immense and if she didn't do anything quick she'd be forced to give. "C'mon slut GIVE!" It seemed like defeat was imminent. That was until stealing a card from Callie herself, Samantha threw a wicked right hook at Callie. Dazing Callie and knocking her off. The women lying on the floor recovering, both women were starting to tire. They knew that this battle would be like none they had fought before. The bitch lying across from them did not disappoint, and so the 2 naked combatants would rise to their feet. "Slut! I'll fuck you up!" Samantha warned breathlessly. She would raise her hands for a round of punching and kicking. To which Callie obliged, raising her fists prepared to brawl. While Samantha was giving Callie a brutal battle, the threat renewed Callie's confidence. The end was near, this trading of blows would ultimately determine the winner. With both women being even in strength it would ultimately come down to stamina, and neither woman had much of it left. The battle began anew with Samantha throwing a left hook at Callie. However Callie would duck under this punch and throw a straight at Samantha's midsection. "Ugh you fat whore!" Samantha would give a low grunt of pain before kneeing Callie in the chin, sending her back. Callie caught herself on the wall. She realized that while they were equal in strength, they weren't equal in durability. Samantha and Callie could hit like a truck but Samantha could take a hit like a truck too. If Callie wanted to win she'd have to play this safe. She'd be sacrificing force for speed and safety, but if she could wear Samantha down she could win. "C'mon I'm not done kicking your fat ass cow!" Callie would push herself off the wall and charge. Samantha would hold her ground prepared for Callie's attack and ready to strike. Samantha would once again engage, throwing a straight at Callie. Once again she would dodge to the side and strike Samantha, but this time with less force and more speed. Once again Samantha would retort. Attempting to bring her elbow down into the back of Callie's head for a finishing blow. But this time callie would quickly pull back, dodging the blow. Samantha would quickly turn her head and attempt to react but before she could Callie jumped forward her firm breasts jiggling as she did so. Striking Samantha with a fast right and left jab to the face, and a powerful blow to her right breast. Samantha could only respond with a backhand to Callie's face, it connected but it was weak and desperate. Up until now Callie's hits had hurt for sure but nothing that was particularly impactful to Samantha, but Callie's blows were starting to really take effect. Samantha cried out at the hit to her breast, displaying to Callie that her strategy was working. Callie would continue her assualt on her rival's perfect body, continuing to push forward with fast precise blows to her enemy's face, boobs and midsection. Samantha was being pushed back from her tightly held position. Wildly thrashing in an attempt to land a hit on Callie but narrowly missing most times. Eventually Callie would get carried away and cocky. Simply taking the blows from Samantha, but as she did she noticed Samantha slowing and weakening. She could clearly tell that her own punches were doing more damage as they traded. "What's wrong fatty? Your punches aren't as strong as before." Callie taunted. Samantha knew she was losing ground. Even as she began to land blows and trade she could feel her strength fading. If Samsntha didn't do something quick she'd fail. Callie would back up again jumping in place ready to charge again. As Callie charged Samantha with the last of her stamina would bring her muscular leg up and bring it down in a titanic kick. But as the kick followed through she realized Callie had once again narrowly pulled back last second. Samantha stood panting, scared that this fight was already over. Callie would stand across from Samantha, breathing a huge sigh of relief that she dodged Samantha's desperation attack. Running at Samantha, Callie would send a powerful straight at Samantha expecting to dodge in a second, but something surprised her. Samantha didn't retort. Instead she put up a weak defense. Barely blocking Callie's assault, Samantha would grunt as her heavy arms would take the hit. Her defense almost folding already. Callie would smile while she pounded away at Samantha's arms. "C'mon. Can't hit back? What happened to those strong....ARMS!" Callie shouted, emphasising arms as she snuck a fist past Samantha's arms, hitting her in the face. She would then repeat her previous left and right hook combo from earlier, the difference being this time she hit Samantha's already hurting bare tits. "Nnn AAAHHH!" Samantha would continue to squeal as Callie wailed on her. Attempting to bait Samantha into covering another area. Moving to the left hitting her in the side. Then jumping to the right and punching Samatha's left breast, grounding and rubbing her her fist into it. "GYAHAH AHHH!" Samantha cried, finally dropping the defences around her face to cover her battered boobs, tears in her eyes. Callie would give a wide smile, a gleam in her eye as she executed her plan, her victory imminent. Callie began to clock Samantha, the punches piling on. Left, right, left, right, right, left, right, left, left, Samantha would try to put her defenses back up throughout the beating, but she was too beaten and pained for it to do anything. Callie in a final blow would clasp her hands together and swing them into Samantha's left temple with incredible force, knocking her to the floor and leaving her vulnerable. Callie would once again give a toothy grin, looking down at her handiwork. Samantha could offer no resistance, as Callie crawled on-top of her. Samantha was battered and dazed, one solid hit may finish her yet. Callie, not wanting to to be done with her powerful pray just yet would grab the back of Samantha's head and slap her back to coherence. Samantha with her sense back, now realised the situation she was in. Samantha would try resist and push Callie off, but her energy was spent and she was weak. Callie would simply grab her arms her pin them to her sides. "I want to to put up a fight while I finish you off hon. K?" Callie would then scoot up Samantha's stomach and angle her mighty tits over Samantha's face. Releasing her grip on Samantha's arms, Callie would grab her the back of her head now pinning Samantha's arms with the back of her own and slowly began to lower her breasts onto Samantha's face. "No you cow! This isn't fair! THIS ISN'T....!" Callie's heated, firm tits would fall over Samantha's sweaty face with a meaty slap. "MMMMPPPHHHH GPFET OFF!" Samatha would scream from her humid, sweaty prison whilst thrashing and kicking. Callie could just barely make out the words coming from between the huge orbs on her chest. "Shhhh it's ok loser. Just be quiet. It's over go sleep." Callie would 'comfort' Samantha mockingly. Samantha struggled and writhed, the pure heat coming off the giant breasts imprisoning her taking it's toll alongside the oxygen deprivation of her airless confines. She would attempt to move her arms to push Callie off but they were still trapped under Callie's own, but Samantha had not the strength to wriggle her arms free. "Come and get this milkshake hon!" Callie mocked, wiggling back and forth to rub her twins in Samantha's face to ware her down. In one last desperate attempt to avoid defeat Samantha would scrape her feet against the carpeted floor. This attempt didn't last long however as Callie simply locked their legs and crushed Samantha's sex beneath her own in a grapevine. "Ah ah ah sweetie, you're not going anywhere." Although she continued to writhe and struggle the best she could the truth was beginning to dawn on her. This fight was over and for the second time ever, Samantha had lost, bad. Oxygen deprivation was beginning to set in and bring about her defeat. Tears were once again welling up in Samantha's eyes, this time not out of pain but out of pure humiliation. A humiliation even greater than what was felt 9 years ago when losing to sidney. Samantha had worked hard for years to build and maintain her body in order to ensure she could win any fight, even against a perfect match for her like Callie. Yet here she was, being smothered unconscious and emphatically defeated. By a woman who had never worked at all for her strength or proficiency in their form of combat. She deserved to have won, she SHOULD have won. Her rival herself recognized this fact when she said "poor, poor, Samantha. After working so hard you still couldn't beat me." Samantha's strength was beginning to wane. She had given it her best but it just wasn't enough, and with one final pathetic squirm, she passed out trapped between her nemesis' womanhood. Callie smiled as she felt Samantha's struggles grow weak and slow, until she could tell that that Samantha was truly done for. Callie raised herself up and sat on Samantha's stomach. Gazing down at her defeated foe in satisfaction and triumph, with a hint of respect. Callie would then grab her phone snapping pictures of her enemy laid out unconscious on the floor. After Callie would rest her boobs on Samantha's unconscious face once again. Snapping selfies of herself humiliating Samantha as another momento of her victory. As one last form of humiliation Callie would seat herself atop Samantha's face, setting her phone up to record the event. Totally unknown to the beaten Samantha. Callie would smile to the camera cupping her boobs declaring, "That's right I'm the better woman." Flexing her biceps as she sat atop her throne. Callie would play with Samantha's battered boobs. "Milkin the cow!" Callie laughed, before she finally got off and retrieved her phone. Then Callie would simply get up redressing herself and sitting in a chair, awaiting Samantha's awakening. whatever happened when Samantha woke up was unknown, but that didn't matter. All that mattered now was that Callie was the victorious woman. The end
