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Catfighting / Cabin Fever
Last post by Guy Incognito - Today at 11:19:56 PMDay 1 - Saturday
God, I don't know if I can do this.
I'm standing now at the side of the road, waiting for my friends to pick me up. The wind is biting cold; even with my thick winter coat, I'm shivering. I got a text from Emma five minutes ago: Naomi's running late, as usual, so they won't be here for another ten minutes or so. I should be annoyed, but I'm actually relieved; ten more minutes of chattering teeth is worth it if it postpones the inevitable just a little longer.
I thought I'd use the time to get started on my journal. I'm not usually a "journaling" kind of gal, but I read online that writing down your thoughts is a good way to deal with situations that induce anxiety. This definitely qualifies. I had hoped it would soothe my nerves--no luck yet.
I've been dreading this holiday for a couple of weeks now. That wasn't always the case. A month ago, I couldn't fucking wait! A week in a log cabin in the mountains with my three besties? Of course I was hyped! But that was before The Incident.
The Incident happened two weeks ago, in a nightclub in town. All four of us were there, as well as a few of our other friends, but only Kate and I know what went down in that dingy bathroom. Actually, even I don't remember all of it. I don't remember what started the argument, or the exact details of the fight that followed. But I do remember enough.
I remember a lot of what she said to me, and I remember what I said back; things got personal fast, and both of us ended up furious. I remember getting up in her face, and her getting right back up in mine, reflecting my fury right back at me. The fight itself is pretty hazy; I remember us stumbling around with hands in each other's hair, and then later being pulled apart by strangers as we wrestled on the sticky floor.
It wasn't a long fight, but the tapestry of bruises all across my body the next day indicated that it was fairly vicious. And it was deeply personal; not really something we could just chalk up to a drunken mistake and laugh about later. We needed to address it sober before we could move on.
We did try. We met up the next evening to talk through things through and make amends. The plan had been to exchange apologies, talk through our lingering issues, and ultimately bury the hatchet. Wishful thinking.
We came to loggerheads pretty much immediately. Kate didn't remember any of the vile things she said, and refused to apologise. She told me some of what I'd apparently said to her, none of which I could remember. Whether I actually said them or not, there was no way I was going to apologise for those unless she was willing to meet me halfway.
Things got pretty heated again. Instead of burying the hatchet, we ended up doubling down on the things we'd said last night. This time, there was nobody around to deescalate, and things inevitably turned physical. We left our peace talks hours later with nothing to show for it but a fresh set of cuts and bruises.
I've barely spoken to her since then. Keeping our distance seems like the wise thing to do, at least for now. I would have happily continued to do that indefinitely, if it weren't for this fucking holiday. How the hell are we supposed to maintain our distance when we're stuck in a cabin, miles away from civilisation? We didn't want to cancel, that would spoil things for the other two. And neither of us felt like telling them what had gone on, at least while our wounds were still raw.
That left us with only one option; to go ahead with the trip as planned. We'd try to keep our distance as well as we could, maintaining a facade of friendship for the benefit of our mutual friends. It's far from ideal, and there are about a thousand ways it could go wrong, but what other choice do we have?
Shit. I thought that writing all of this down would calm my nerves, but I'm freaking out more than ever. Calm down Becky, it can't be nearly as bad as you're thinking. We're both adults; surely we can keep civil for a week?
Oh fuck. I can see them now, rounding the corner. I've got about a minute before they pull up in front of me. And then, there's no turning back.
God I hope traffic's light.
Well. I survived the journey, mostly unscathed. Traffic was light as I'd hoped, and we made pretty good time, but that still left us with a three-hour journey to get through. And to say things had gone entirely smoothly wouldn't be completely accurate.
My heart was in my chest as the car first pulled up alongside me. I saw a girl I barely recognise reflected back at me in the frosty back window: her face clammy with nervous sweat; the tight brown curls that spilled out of her beanie and down to her shoulders was windswept and frazzled; her brown eyes wide with a fear that I hoped wouldn't be as obvious to the others as it felt to me.
The window wound down, and my own medium brown face was replaced by a much paler pink one. My stomach lurched as Kate came into view; for a moment, we just stared at each other with a mixture of fear and defiance. She twirled her fingers through her bleached blonde hair in an anxiety I sympathised with.
I took her in; her hair had changed since I saw her last; the bleached blonde waves that cascaded down her chest looked very different to the auburn strands that had littered my floor two weeks ago. She wore a stylish oversized sweater, a short skirt and knee high boots. I felt a little overdressed in my huge winter coat, my baggy jeans and my snowboots. She was definitely beating me when it came to style, and for some reason that really bothered me.
I don't know how long I stood, staring deeply into her blue eyes. She wasn't looking away, and I did not want to be the first. We might have stared forever if Emma hadn't interrupted, asking me what was taking so damn long.
I snapped out of it at last, seeing the pair up in front for the first time. Emma was in the driver's seat, long red hair even more windswept than usual, a mixture of excitement and anxiety etched onto her pale face; she often got stressed about travel. Naomi sat next to her grinning with excitement, her olive face framed by shoulder length auburn hair that looked even more disheveled than Emma's. I wonder how long ago she'd woken up; it wouldn't be the first time she'd been up late drinking the night before a long journey.
It took the four of us five minutes to cram four women's worth of luggage into a car, with room remaining for four women. Emma took charge as usual, her stress levels visibly rising as every minute passed. In the end, most of our stuff fit in the trunk, with a couple of cases stacked on the backseat behind Naomi, mine and Kate's coats crammed into the footwell below. Unfortunately that left Kate and I crammed into the backseats; Kate squashed into the middle, me behind the driver. I did suggest putting the luggage between Kate and I, but there's no arguing with Emma when she's like this.
Our intention had been to try to avoid each other as much as possible throughout this holiday; being crammed together like sardines for the duration of a three-hour car journey was not a good start to that plan. As we pulled away, I tried to make myself as small as physically possible with little success. Our wide hips filled out the entirety of the one-and-a-half seats we had at our disposal. We were shoulder-to-shoulder, thigh-to-thigh; every bump and sharp turned made us rub against each other, our bodies tensing up each time it happened.
Half an hour in I was getting uncomfortably warm; I'd taken off my coat before we set off, but hadn't had time to remove anything else. With the car full to the brim, and the heating running at full blast, I was sweltering in my sweater and thermals. But I held off on taking it off--I didn't want to break the fragile peace between Kate and I. An hour in though, I knew I couldn't take this for two more hours.
I attempted the impossible; removing my top without unbuckling my seatbelt, and without straying into Kate's space. I jostled and wriggled until the damn thing was almost there, when I felt an elbow digging into my ribs.
"Watch it!" I heard Kate spit.
Those were the first words either of us had spoken to the other since getting into the car. I disentangled myself before replying, turning to see her scowling at me. I scowled right back.
"You watch it!" I hissed, throwing an elbow of my own into her chest.
"I am!" Kate spat back, returning the elbow, harder this time. "You were the one flailing your arms about trying to get your top off!"
I responded in kind with a harder jab. "That was obviously an accident! You did it on purpose!"
We traded elbows for a while, jostling in the narrow space. Our eyes met, glowering at each other. This was what I'd been afraid of; we were both too stubborn to back down. The slightest of disagreements had led to a war that neither of us would willingly be the one to end. Things would only escalate from here until...
"...don't you think Becks?"
The sound of my own name caught my attention. I froze, midway though delivering an elbow to Kate's ribs.
"What?" I blurted.
"I said, do you think we should go in the hot tub first when we get to the cabin?" Naomi repeated without looking away from the road ahead. "Or should we eat first, and then go in the hot tub later, when it's dark out?"
"Uh," I stammered. "I'd say... hot tub first?"
"Told you!" Naomi said, shooting a smug smile at Emma. "I can't wait to jump into that hot tub!"
"Yeah, but it'll be so much nicer to sit in it once it's dark out," Emma replied. "What do you think Katy?"
Kate shot me a withering glance before replying. "I agree. I want to lay in the tub and look up at the stars."
"EXACTLY," Emma enthused. "We've waited this long, why not wait a little longer, until conditions are perfect."
Naomi grinned. "Alright, fine! Becks and I will relax in the tub while you two grannies get started on cooking for us!"
They continued to argue back and forth good-naturedly, debating the plans for their arrival at the cabin. I'd stopped listening. Kate and I were glaring at each other, elbows still firmly planted in one another's sides.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kate whispered. "Can't you keep your arms to yourself?"
"You started it!" I shot back. "You keep your limbs in your space, and I'll do the same!"
For a tense moment, I thought that neither of us would pull back. When I felt the pressure to my stomach subside, I allowed my own elbow to drop. We broke our gaze at last, turning to face in front of us again.
"Let's just get through this drive," I muttered. "We'll have more space when we're in the cabin."
"Sounds good to me!" Kate whispered back.
The truce held for about an hour. It felt like longer; every jolt, every bump in the road threatened to ignite a powder keg. But mercifully, we managed to keep our cool.
Naomi's weak bladder ruined everything.
With ninety minutes to go, Naomi suddenly announced that she needed a pee break. Emma pulled into a gas station reluctantly, grumbling about delays and traffic.
The stop itself wasn't an issue; I definitely didn't mind a few minutes away from Kate. Plus, I was still melting in that car, even with my sweater off; the stop gave me a chance to strip off further without risking a war. My jeans and my boots both came off, leaving me in my black thermal leggings, white t-shirt and matching white socks. I briefly considered taking off the socks too, but given how sweaty I'd gotten, I thought it was kinder not to subject the rest of the car to that.
Kate had the same idea; when I arrived back at the car, she was in a black t-shirt, her short skirt, and dark nylon stockings. Emma suggested we switch seats for the remainder of the journey. It seemed fair, so I did, cramming myself between the leaning tower of luggage and my bitter rival. I realised too late that I should have suggested one of us switch with Naomi instead. If I'd been more on the ball, I could have prevented what happened next.
Somehow, things had gotten even worse than the first half of the drive. The luggage pile to my right had swelled with the added mass of our discarded clothing, and we were crammed together even more tightly than before. The roads got bumpier as we headed for the mountains, each jostle causing literal and metaphorical friction between us. Our now bare arms rubbed against each other, the skin-on-skin contact causing me to flinch each time.
Down below, things were even more dire. With the passenger side footwell crammed with our sweaters, and our boots stuffed into the driver side close to the door, we had no more than half a footwell to stuff our four feet into. Our legs twisted at an uncomfortable angle, we tried desperately to avoid contact between our feet.
A mistimed leg adjustment brought everything to a head. For about the one hundredth time in the thirty minutes since the break, my leg had cramped. Choosing my moment carefully, I stretched my leg into one of the few unoccupied spaces of the footwell. Unfortunately, Kate must have had a similar idea. She stretched out her legs at the same time.
There was a collision.
Not a heavy one, just a gentle brushing of pinky toes. But it was enough.
For a moment, neither of us moved, shocked by the new form of contact. By some minor miracle, in the two-hour journey so far, this was the first time our feet had touched. Now though, our luck had run out.
All of a sudden, I felt a pressure being exerted on my foot; Kate was trying to force me back towards the footwell. Instinctively, I matched her. The pressure mounted and mounted as we each tried to push the other back. Every time I tried to push harder, she matched me exactly. Each time I felt her ramping up the pressure, I fought back.
"Keep your feet out of my space!" Kate hissed, kicking out with a powerful thrust that pushed my feet back into my side of the footwell.
"My feet aren't in your space!" I whispered back, thrusting Kate's feet back to her side with my own powerful kick.
"They were!" Another kick.
"No they were not!" Kick.
"Were!" Kick.
"Weren't" Kick.
This went of for a while, a back and forth foot war over space in the footwell. Our feet lurched back and forth, each kick getting more and more aggressive as the foot fight ramped up. I met her eyes, two hours of frustration boiling over into fierce anger.
Then, we thrust at the same time, the force of the attack causing my socks to slide off of Kate's tights. There was a faint rasp of nylon against nylon as our legs rubbed against each other. Our feet landed on the floor, side by side. Kate made an immediate attempt to stamp down on my left foot with her right. I slipped it out of the way, and slammed it down on hers. Kate retaliated by slamming her left foot down on top of the pile, sandwiching my left foot between both of her nylon-clad feet. I added my remaining foot to the top of the pile just as Kate slipped hers from the bottom of the pile and brought it back down on top.
We struggled to to extricate our feet from the pile, vying for the top spot, Kate's nylon rubbed against my cotton socks as we traded places in the pile of feet. Before long, the foot fight had developed into an all out leg wrestling match as our feet writhed and intertwined in an attempt to pin each other. Kate was half sitting on my lap by this point as she tried to squeeze my legging-clad legs between her own nylonned ones. Her skirt had ridden up, her bare ass visible through her semi-transparent tights, our thighs rubbing together as we jostled against each other.
The sound of muttered curses, of heavy breathing, of nylon rasping against nylon sounded deafening to me. At the back of my mind was a worry that the other two were bound to notice us fighting, but at the time I was too irate to heed the feeling.
By now, the battle had claimed a few casualties. One of my socks had gone, my right foot battling on, bare. The constant friction had shredded Kate's tights; tears covered the length of her legs, including a particularly large one that bared a chunk of pale white ass. Her left big toe was peeping out through a hole, and more were threatening to join it as the tear widened. Any contact between our bare, sweaty skin seemed to trigger something in us, the ferocity of our duel temporarily increasing each time bare toes met.
Suddenly, I felt my forehead connect with something. I glanced up, locking eyes with my rival. We'd been leaning in subconsciously during the fight until our heads came together. We applied pressure, bringing our noses inches apart.
"They're going to notice us if you don't cut it out!" I hissed under my breath.
"You cut it out!" Kate snapped back. "You started it!"
"Did not! You're the one who started shoving my feet around!"
"Well it's your fault our feet touched in the first place! Learn to sit still, cow!"
"Maybe if your fat ass didn't take up so much space, I wouldn't be cramping up so often, pig!"
That struck a nerve, apparently. No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I felt a painful tugging at the back of my head. Kate had reached around my back, seized two handfuls of curls, and started yanking. Moments later, my own hands were wrapped around her back, buried in blonde hair and tugging fiercely downwards.
Our legs wrestled on even as we grappled above. I managed to hook a bare toe in a tear in Kate's tights, yanking it open and baring two more of her toes. In return, I earned a trio of thin red scratches along the top of my right foot as Kate raked her newly exposed nails along the bare skin. The battle only increased in intensity as we both grew angrier and angrier.
By now, we'd pulled each other close enough that our noses met. We were each slick with sweat, the heat of the car and the exertion of the frantic battle sending rivulets pouring down each of our foreheads and mingling as I pressed my face against hers. I met her stare with determination, seeing my own resolve mirrored in her blue eyes. Clearly, neither of us were about to back down; I mentally prepared myself for a long, painful, secretive battle.
"How you guys doing back there?"
Hands fell from hair. Legs frantically untangled. Clothes and hair were smoothed. We whirled around to face the front, straightening up just in time for Naomi to turn around and hit us with a cheesy grin.
"You've been quiet!" she continued. "How's life as a pair of sardines?"
Had she seen us? Naomi could be oblivious at times, but surely even she had noticed us frantically untangling ourselves as she turned. Even if she had somehow missed us, surely our flushed faces, our heavy breathing, or our tussled clothes would give us away. And yet, there was no sign in her face that she's seen anything. If she suspected, she was doing a good job of hiding it.
"Uh, fine," Kate answered--a little too quickly, I thought.
"It's not too uncomfortable is it?" Emma asked, glancing back at us in the rear view mirror. "We shouldn't be too much longer."
"We're ok," I replied. "I mean, it is pretty tight back here, but I think we can manage."
"Kate's ass takes up the whole back row, huh?" Naomi quipped, grinning.
"Yeah, you should have been sat back here with me, not this lard-ass!" I retorted, aiming for a jovial tone to disguise the fully intended offense.
My feigned chuckle was cut off by a sharp pain in my scalp. I glanced over and met Kate's eyes; the blonde bitch had curled her arm around the back of my seat, through the pile of luggage and managed to grab a handful of my hair. She tugged sharply, but not hard enough to pull my head backwards. Clearly, Kate had not been fooled by the light tone in my voice.
"Like you can talk!" Kate replied without breaking eye contact, her sarcastic tone incongruous with the malice in her expression. "We needed someone back here with less gangly legs! I barely have any foot room!"
Kate winced, her head tilting back almost imperceptively. My hand had found its way into her hair behind the seats and I'd replied to her insult with a tug of my own.
"Oh, please!" I laughed without humour. "You wish you had legs like mine!" I punctuated the comment by stretching out my legs, pushing against Kate's as subtly as I could while still making my point clear to my companion.
"And you're just jealous of my bubble butt!" Kate's grin did not reach her eyes. She pushed back, slipping her foot past mine and locking them together. Quietly, our foot wrestling resumed, albeit on a smaller scale, quieter to avoid detection.
"Hey!" Emma yelled with mock anger. "You girls better stop fighting back there, or I'll turn this car around!"
Four women laughed. Two of us meant it.
"She started it!" Kate quipped, tugging sharply at my hair.
"Did not!" I shot back, returning the hair pull.
"Did too!" I winced as a nylon covered heel ground into my bare toes.
"Did not!" It was Kate's turn to flinch as I crushed her foot against the side of the door.
"It doesn't matter who started it, I'll finish it!" Naomi joked. We all laughed again.
Despite her promise, Naomi did not finish the fight. It waged on in secret until the moment the car pulled up at the cabin, almost an hour later. By then, my scalp was burning from the non-stop tugging. My feet ached from the iron-man foot wrestling match that was no closer to a winner than it had been when we started.
As the other two women climbed out of the car and stretched their legs, Kate and I hurriedly covered up the signs of our battle; hair was hastily brushed and clothes were straightened. I quickly pulled back on both of my socks (I lost the second one about half an hour before). Kate pulled her skirt down as far as possible, hiding the biggest tear in her tights that by now was baring half her ass.
The others seemed none the wiser; by the time we'd clambered out of the car, they had both disappeared into the cabin, excitedly chattering away about how great the week was going to be. I can't say I shared their enthusiasm, but I was pretty relieved. Neither of us said a word to the other as we limped up to the front door of the cabin.
So we utterly failed to keep the peace in close quarters, but somehow the others didn't notice. So I guess that's a win? The rest of the day was uneventful. By the time we'd excitedly explored the place, unpacked all of our stuff, and cooked and eaten our evening meal, we were all pretty tired. Despite Naomi's half-hearted insistence on hot tub time before bed, we had all soon retreated to our rooms.
I'm lying in bed now, writing this. I can hear Kate's soft breathing as she sleeps in the bed beside mine (Emma and Naomi had allocated the rooms before Kate and I had even made it through the front door). My scalp still burns, and my toes ache, but at least we weren't found out. Surprisingly, I'm feeling a lot better about this holiday now. Sure it had been a rocky start, but we'd managed to avoid detection (barely). If we can survive being crammed together in the back of a hot car, surely sharing a cabin this big will be a piece of cake.
Things can only get better from here.
Day 2 coming... at some point. I won't promise soon.
God, I don't know if I can do this.
I'm standing now at the side of the road, waiting for my friends to pick me up. The wind is biting cold; even with my thick winter coat, I'm shivering. I got a text from Emma five minutes ago: Naomi's running late, as usual, so they won't be here for another ten minutes or so. I should be annoyed, but I'm actually relieved; ten more minutes of chattering teeth is worth it if it postpones the inevitable just a little longer.
I thought I'd use the time to get started on my journal. I'm not usually a "journaling" kind of gal, but I read online that writing down your thoughts is a good way to deal with situations that induce anxiety. This definitely qualifies. I had hoped it would soothe my nerves--no luck yet.
I've been dreading this holiday for a couple of weeks now. That wasn't always the case. A month ago, I couldn't fucking wait! A week in a log cabin in the mountains with my three besties? Of course I was hyped! But that was before The Incident.
The Incident happened two weeks ago, in a nightclub in town. All four of us were there, as well as a few of our other friends, but only Kate and I know what went down in that dingy bathroom. Actually, even I don't remember all of it. I don't remember what started the argument, or the exact details of the fight that followed. But I do remember enough.
I remember a lot of what she said to me, and I remember what I said back; things got personal fast, and both of us ended up furious. I remember getting up in her face, and her getting right back up in mine, reflecting my fury right back at me. The fight itself is pretty hazy; I remember us stumbling around with hands in each other's hair, and then later being pulled apart by strangers as we wrestled on the sticky floor.
It wasn't a long fight, but the tapestry of bruises all across my body the next day indicated that it was fairly vicious. And it was deeply personal; not really something we could just chalk up to a drunken mistake and laugh about later. We needed to address it sober before we could move on.
We did try. We met up the next evening to talk through things through and make amends. The plan had been to exchange apologies, talk through our lingering issues, and ultimately bury the hatchet. Wishful thinking.
We came to loggerheads pretty much immediately. Kate didn't remember any of the vile things she said, and refused to apologise. She told me some of what I'd apparently said to her, none of which I could remember. Whether I actually said them or not, there was no way I was going to apologise for those unless she was willing to meet me halfway.
Things got pretty heated again. Instead of burying the hatchet, we ended up doubling down on the things we'd said last night. This time, there was nobody around to deescalate, and things inevitably turned physical. We left our peace talks hours later with nothing to show for it but a fresh set of cuts and bruises.
I've barely spoken to her since then. Keeping our distance seems like the wise thing to do, at least for now. I would have happily continued to do that indefinitely, if it weren't for this fucking holiday. How the hell are we supposed to maintain our distance when we're stuck in a cabin, miles away from civilisation? We didn't want to cancel, that would spoil things for the other two. And neither of us felt like telling them what had gone on, at least while our wounds were still raw.
That left us with only one option; to go ahead with the trip as planned. We'd try to keep our distance as well as we could, maintaining a facade of friendship for the benefit of our mutual friends. It's far from ideal, and there are about a thousand ways it could go wrong, but what other choice do we have?
Shit. I thought that writing all of this down would calm my nerves, but I'm freaking out more than ever. Calm down Becky, it can't be nearly as bad as you're thinking. We're both adults; surely we can keep civil for a week?
Oh fuck. I can see them now, rounding the corner. I've got about a minute before they pull up in front of me. And then, there's no turning back.
God I hope traffic's light.
Well. I survived the journey, mostly unscathed. Traffic was light as I'd hoped, and we made pretty good time, but that still left us with a three-hour journey to get through. And to say things had gone entirely smoothly wouldn't be completely accurate.
My heart was in my chest as the car first pulled up alongside me. I saw a girl I barely recognise reflected back at me in the frosty back window: her face clammy with nervous sweat; the tight brown curls that spilled out of her beanie and down to her shoulders was windswept and frazzled; her brown eyes wide with a fear that I hoped wouldn't be as obvious to the others as it felt to me.
The window wound down, and my own medium brown face was replaced by a much paler pink one. My stomach lurched as Kate came into view; for a moment, we just stared at each other with a mixture of fear and defiance. She twirled her fingers through her bleached blonde hair in an anxiety I sympathised with.
I took her in; her hair had changed since I saw her last; the bleached blonde waves that cascaded down her chest looked very different to the auburn strands that had littered my floor two weeks ago. She wore a stylish oversized sweater, a short skirt and knee high boots. I felt a little overdressed in my huge winter coat, my baggy jeans and my snowboots. She was definitely beating me when it came to style, and for some reason that really bothered me.
I don't know how long I stood, staring deeply into her blue eyes. She wasn't looking away, and I did not want to be the first. We might have stared forever if Emma hadn't interrupted, asking me what was taking so damn long.
I snapped out of it at last, seeing the pair up in front for the first time. Emma was in the driver's seat, long red hair even more windswept than usual, a mixture of excitement and anxiety etched onto her pale face; she often got stressed about travel. Naomi sat next to her grinning with excitement, her olive face framed by shoulder length auburn hair that looked even more disheveled than Emma's. I wonder how long ago she'd woken up; it wouldn't be the first time she'd been up late drinking the night before a long journey.
It took the four of us five minutes to cram four women's worth of luggage into a car, with room remaining for four women. Emma took charge as usual, her stress levels visibly rising as every minute passed. In the end, most of our stuff fit in the trunk, with a couple of cases stacked on the backseat behind Naomi, mine and Kate's coats crammed into the footwell below. Unfortunately that left Kate and I crammed into the backseats; Kate squashed into the middle, me behind the driver. I did suggest putting the luggage between Kate and I, but there's no arguing with Emma when she's like this.
Our intention had been to try to avoid each other as much as possible throughout this holiday; being crammed together like sardines for the duration of a three-hour car journey was not a good start to that plan. As we pulled away, I tried to make myself as small as physically possible with little success. Our wide hips filled out the entirety of the one-and-a-half seats we had at our disposal. We were shoulder-to-shoulder, thigh-to-thigh; every bump and sharp turned made us rub against each other, our bodies tensing up each time it happened.
Half an hour in I was getting uncomfortably warm; I'd taken off my coat before we set off, but hadn't had time to remove anything else. With the car full to the brim, and the heating running at full blast, I was sweltering in my sweater and thermals. But I held off on taking it off--I didn't want to break the fragile peace between Kate and I. An hour in though, I knew I couldn't take this for two more hours.
I attempted the impossible; removing my top without unbuckling my seatbelt, and without straying into Kate's space. I jostled and wriggled until the damn thing was almost there, when I felt an elbow digging into my ribs.
"Watch it!" I heard Kate spit.
Those were the first words either of us had spoken to the other since getting into the car. I disentangled myself before replying, turning to see her scowling at me. I scowled right back.
"You watch it!" I hissed, throwing an elbow of my own into her chest.
"I am!" Kate spat back, returning the elbow, harder this time. "You were the one flailing your arms about trying to get your top off!"
I responded in kind with a harder jab. "That was obviously an accident! You did it on purpose!"
We traded elbows for a while, jostling in the narrow space. Our eyes met, glowering at each other. This was what I'd been afraid of; we were both too stubborn to back down. The slightest of disagreements had led to a war that neither of us would willingly be the one to end. Things would only escalate from here until...
"...don't you think Becks?"
The sound of my own name caught my attention. I froze, midway though delivering an elbow to Kate's ribs.
"What?" I blurted.
"I said, do you think we should go in the hot tub first when we get to the cabin?" Naomi repeated without looking away from the road ahead. "Or should we eat first, and then go in the hot tub later, when it's dark out?"
"Uh," I stammered. "I'd say... hot tub first?"
"Told you!" Naomi said, shooting a smug smile at Emma. "I can't wait to jump into that hot tub!"
"Yeah, but it'll be so much nicer to sit in it once it's dark out," Emma replied. "What do you think Katy?"
Kate shot me a withering glance before replying. "I agree. I want to lay in the tub and look up at the stars."
"EXACTLY," Emma enthused. "We've waited this long, why not wait a little longer, until conditions are perfect."
Naomi grinned. "Alright, fine! Becks and I will relax in the tub while you two grannies get started on cooking for us!"
They continued to argue back and forth good-naturedly, debating the plans for their arrival at the cabin. I'd stopped listening. Kate and I were glaring at each other, elbows still firmly planted in one another's sides.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kate whispered. "Can't you keep your arms to yourself?"
"You started it!" I shot back. "You keep your limbs in your space, and I'll do the same!"
For a tense moment, I thought that neither of us would pull back. When I felt the pressure to my stomach subside, I allowed my own elbow to drop. We broke our gaze at last, turning to face in front of us again.
"Let's just get through this drive," I muttered. "We'll have more space when we're in the cabin."
"Sounds good to me!" Kate whispered back.
The truce held for about an hour. It felt like longer; every jolt, every bump in the road threatened to ignite a powder keg. But mercifully, we managed to keep our cool.
Naomi's weak bladder ruined everything.
With ninety minutes to go, Naomi suddenly announced that she needed a pee break. Emma pulled into a gas station reluctantly, grumbling about delays and traffic.
The stop itself wasn't an issue; I definitely didn't mind a few minutes away from Kate. Plus, I was still melting in that car, even with my sweater off; the stop gave me a chance to strip off further without risking a war. My jeans and my boots both came off, leaving me in my black thermal leggings, white t-shirt and matching white socks. I briefly considered taking off the socks too, but given how sweaty I'd gotten, I thought it was kinder not to subject the rest of the car to that.
Kate had the same idea; when I arrived back at the car, she was in a black t-shirt, her short skirt, and dark nylon stockings. Emma suggested we switch seats for the remainder of the journey. It seemed fair, so I did, cramming myself between the leaning tower of luggage and my bitter rival. I realised too late that I should have suggested one of us switch with Naomi instead. If I'd been more on the ball, I could have prevented what happened next.
Somehow, things had gotten even worse than the first half of the drive. The luggage pile to my right had swelled with the added mass of our discarded clothing, and we were crammed together even more tightly than before. The roads got bumpier as we headed for the mountains, each jostle causing literal and metaphorical friction between us. Our now bare arms rubbed against each other, the skin-on-skin contact causing me to flinch each time.
Down below, things were even more dire. With the passenger side footwell crammed with our sweaters, and our boots stuffed into the driver side close to the door, we had no more than half a footwell to stuff our four feet into. Our legs twisted at an uncomfortable angle, we tried desperately to avoid contact between our feet.
A mistimed leg adjustment brought everything to a head. For about the one hundredth time in the thirty minutes since the break, my leg had cramped. Choosing my moment carefully, I stretched my leg into one of the few unoccupied spaces of the footwell. Unfortunately, Kate must have had a similar idea. She stretched out her legs at the same time.
There was a collision.
Not a heavy one, just a gentle brushing of pinky toes. But it was enough.
For a moment, neither of us moved, shocked by the new form of contact. By some minor miracle, in the two-hour journey so far, this was the first time our feet had touched. Now though, our luck had run out.
All of a sudden, I felt a pressure being exerted on my foot; Kate was trying to force me back towards the footwell. Instinctively, I matched her. The pressure mounted and mounted as we each tried to push the other back. Every time I tried to push harder, she matched me exactly. Each time I felt her ramping up the pressure, I fought back.
"Keep your feet out of my space!" Kate hissed, kicking out with a powerful thrust that pushed my feet back into my side of the footwell.
"My feet aren't in your space!" I whispered back, thrusting Kate's feet back to her side with my own powerful kick.
"They were!" Another kick.
"No they were not!" Kick.
"Were!" Kick.
"Weren't" Kick.
This went of for a while, a back and forth foot war over space in the footwell. Our feet lurched back and forth, each kick getting more and more aggressive as the foot fight ramped up. I met her eyes, two hours of frustration boiling over into fierce anger.
Then, we thrust at the same time, the force of the attack causing my socks to slide off of Kate's tights. There was a faint rasp of nylon against nylon as our legs rubbed against each other. Our feet landed on the floor, side by side. Kate made an immediate attempt to stamp down on my left foot with her right. I slipped it out of the way, and slammed it down on hers. Kate retaliated by slamming her left foot down on top of the pile, sandwiching my left foot between both of her nylon-clad feet. I added my remaining foot to the top of the pile just as Kate slipped hers from the bottom of the pile and brought it back down on top.
We struggled to to extricate our feet from the pile, vying for the top spot, Kate's nylon rubbed against my cotton socks as we traded places in the pile of feet. Before long, the foot fight had developed into an all out leg wrestling match as our feet writhed and intertwined in an attempt to pin each other. Kate was half sitting on my lap by this point as she tried to squeeze my legging-clad legs between her own nylonned ones. Her skirt had ridden up, her bare ass visible through her semi-transparent tights, our thighs rubbing together as we jostled against each other.
The sound of muttered curses, of heavy breathing, of nylon rasping against nylon sounded deafening to me. At the back of my mind was a worry that the other two were bound to notice us fighting, but at the time I was too irate to heed the feeling.
By now, the battle had claimed a few casualties. One of my socks had gone, my right foot battling on, bare. The constant friction had shredded Kate's tights; tears covered the length of her legs, including a particularly large one that bared a chunk of pale white ass. Her left big toe was peeping out through a hole, and more were threatening to join it as the tear widened. Any contact between our bare, sweaty skin seemed to trigger something in us, the ferocity of our duel temporarily increasing each time bare toes met.
Suddenly, I felt my forehead connect with something. I glanced up, locking eyes with my rival. We'd been leaning in subconsciously during the fight until our heads came together. We applied pressure, bringing our noses inches apart.
"They're going to notice us if you don't cut it out!" I hissed under my breath.
"You cut it out!" Kate snapped back. "You started it!"
"Did not! You're the one who started shoving my feet around!"
"Well it's your fault our feet touched in the first place! Learn to sit still, cow!"
"Maybe if your fat ass didn't take up so much space, I wouldn't be cramping up so often, pig!"
That struck a nerve, apparently. No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I felt a painful tugging at the back of my head. Kate had reached around my back, seized two handfuls of curls, and started yanking. Moments later, my own hands were wrapped around her back, buried in blonde hair and tugging fiercely downwards.
Our legs wrestled on even as we grappled above. I managed to hook a bare toe in a tear in Kate's tights, yanking it open and baring two more of her toes. In return, I earned a trio of thin red scratches along the top of my right foot as Kate raked her newly exposed nails along the bare skin. The battle only increased in intensity as we both grew angrier and angrier.
By now, we'd pulled each other close enough that our noses met. We were each slick with sweat, the heat of the car and the exertion of the frantic battle sending rivulets pouring down each of our foreheads and mingling as I pressed my face against hers. I met her stare with determination, seeing my own resolve mirrored in her blue eyes. Clearly, neither of us were about to back down; I mentally prepared myself for a long, painful, secretive battle.
"How you guys doing back there?"
Hands fell from hair. Legs frantically untangled. Clothes and hair were smoothed. We whirled around to face the front, straightening up just in time for Naomi to turn around and hit us with a cheesy grin.
"You've been quiet!" she continued. "How's life as a pair of sardines?"
Had she seen us? Naomi could be oblivious at times, but surely even she had noticed us frantically untangling ourselves as she turned. Even if she had somehow missed us, surely our flushed faces, our heavy breathing, or our tussled clothes would give us away. And yet, there was no sign in her face that she's seen anything. If she suspected, she was doing a good job of hiding it.
"Uh, fine," Kate answered--a little too quickly, I thought.
"It's not too uncomfortable is it?" Emma asked, glancing back at us in the rear view mirror. "We shouldn't be too much longer."
"We're ok," I replied. "I mean, it is pretty tight back here, but I think we can manage."
"Kate's ass takes up the whole back row, huh?" Naomi quipped, grinning.
"Yeah, you should have been sat back here with me, not this lard-ass!" I retorted, aiming for a jovial tone to disguise the fully intended offense.
My feigned chuckle was cut off by a sharp pain in my scalp. I glanced over and met Kate's eyes; the blonde bitch had curled her arm around the back of my seat, through the pile of luggage and managed to grab a handful of my hair. She tugged sharply, but not hard enough to pull my head backwards. Clearly, Kate had not been fooled by the light tone in my voice.
"Like you can talk!" Kate replied without breaking eye contact, her sarcastic tone incongruous with the malice in her expression. "We needed someone back here with less gangly legs! I barely have any foot room!"
Kate winced, her head tilting back almost imperceptively. My hand had found its way into her hair behind the seats and I'd replied to her insult with a tug of my own.
"Oh, please!" I laughed without humour. "You wish you had legs like mine!" I punctuated the comment by stretching out my legs, pushing against Kate's as subtly as I could while still making my point clear to my companion.
"And you're just jealous of my bubble butt!" Kate's grin did not reach her eyes. She pushed back, slipping her foot past mine and locking them together. Quietly, our foot wrestling resumed, albeit on a smaller scale, quieter to avoid detection.
"Hey!" Emma yelled with mock anger. "You girls better stop fighting back there, or I'll turn this car around!"
Four women laughed. Two of us meant it.
"She started it!" Kate quipped, tugging sharply at my hair.
"Did not!" I shot back, returning the hair pull.
"Did too!" I winced as a nylon covered heel ground into my bare toes.
"Did not!" It was Kate's turn to flinch as I crushed her foot against the side of the door.
"It doesn't matter who started it, I'll finish it!" Naomi joked. We all laughed again.
Despite her promise, Naomi did not finish the fight. It waged on in secret until the moment the car pulled up at the cabin, almost an hour later. By then, my scalp was burning from the non-stop tugging. My feet ached from the iron-man foot wrestling match that was no closer to a winner than it had been when we started.
As the other two women climbed out of the car and stretched their legs, Kate and I hurriedly covered up the signs of our battle; hair was hastily brushed and clothes were straightened. I quickly pulled back on both of my socks (I lost the second one about half an hour before). Kate pulled her skirt down as far as possible, hiding the biggest tear in her tights that by now was baring half her ass.
The others seemed none the wiser; by the time we'd clambered out of the car, they had both disappeared into the cabin, excitedly chattering away about how great the week was going to be. I can't say I shared their enthusiasm, but I was pretty relieved. Neither of us said a word to the other as we limped up to the front door of the cabin.
So we utterly failed to keep the peace in close quarters, but somehow the others didn't notice. So I guess that's a win? The rest of the day was uneventful. By the time we'd excitedly explored the place, unpacked all of our stuff, and cooked and eaten our evening meal, we were all pretty tired. Despite Naomi's half-hearted insistence on hot tub time before bed, we had all soon retreated to our rooms.
I'm lying in bed now, writing this. I can hear Kate's soft breathing as she sleeps in the bed beside mine (Emma and Naomi had allocated the rooms before Kate and I had even made it through the front door). My scalp still burns, and my toes ache, but at least we weren't found out. Surprisingly, I'm feeling a lot better about this holiday now. Sure it had been a rocky start, but we'd managed to avoid detection (barely). If we can survive being crammed together in the back of a hot car, surely sharing a cabin this big will be a piece of cake.
Things can only get better from here.
Day 2 coming... at some point. I won't promise soon.
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Catfight Web Sites & Sources / Re: Vfights Red alert
Last post by Eagle430s - Today at 08:02:14 PMQuote from: SuiteFights on March 27, 2026, 11:41:33 PMQuote from: Eagle430s on March 27, 2026, 10:04:06 PMJust writing this post as a warning-feedback about my bad experience with vfights.comXfights, Vfights, etc. are all scam sites based in third-world shithole countries with lax or non-existent copyright laws that "sell" you stolen content by requiring you to pay in crypto because it's anonymous.
2 days ago i tried to purchase a video, they advertise 20usd for one video (credits), i tried the most straight forward method that they have for payment but it didnt work-- Alipay- qr code scan and then pay with a mobile phone--it didn't work. I have tried the Luxfintech- credit card method
So this method redirects you to a site called mercuryo cryptocurrency , vfights has a tutorial on this asking to pay 20.50 usd and buy a crypto currency and then send it to a specific wallet as a payment, I followed all steps on the tutorial and made payment, the cryptos were send to the vfight wallet..However instead of receiving the credits for 1 video download, i received a message sending that i need to pay 1,62usd more because i have not selected crypto on the topdown menu i have selected Fiat and the currency exchange is different, so? i needed to pay another 1.62usd to be able to have my credits and be able to download a video
However when i tried to pay another 1.62usd the system didn't letme saying that the minimun amount was 11usd, and i couldnt proceed so i thought since i am in this situation i will pay another 20.5 usd + 1.62 usd for my 1st attempt so that i will have credits for 2 videos..also i made sure i have selected crypro on the top down menu and not fiat (athlough nothing was said about it on the tutorial) , i paid another 22.12 usd ( 1.62usd that vfights was asking first hand and another 20,5usd to be able to download 2 videos)
They payment went throught, the cryptos that i bought were send to vfights wallet , this time no message about more money etc. everything went ok..
and here is the most interesting part....
I still had 0 credits although my payment went through , i tried to log out-log back in to their website but still 0 credits.. and not able to download any video.. I have send 3 emails to vfights about it and i never got a reply
Just be warned for this site
If i don't receive any answer from them i will post on every catfight blog about them
No legitimate business is going to REQUIRE you to pay only in crypto, though some may offer it as an alternative.
I realize times are tough and money is tight, but it's always better to buy direct from the producer, as your money goes straight toward them making new content. If money is really tight, you could try reaching out to them directly and seeing if they might sell you a bundle of your favorite fights for a reasonable fee.
Thing is they sell videos but actually they just got my money and never downloaded any videos, also i couldn't find any producers online from the videos this site is selling, probably most of them have shutdown business? for sure i would prefer to buy direct from the producers
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Catfight Art / Re: Weekly Topless Boxing post
Last post by CowgirlCombatCompany - Today at 07:53:03 PM #4
Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: Boob Goddesses: Miranda vs...
Last post by Rock - Today at 07:18:43 PM Multiple stories in the works. A lot going on. Jo will return.
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Animation / Re: new animation
Last post by maine516 - Today at 06:46:25 PMGreat to hear you will do more T&N works. His work is amazing and what you are doing bringing his stories to live animation is extremely complimentary. I think the combination of both efforts is ground-breaking.
I don't know what other work you have in mind, but there's a female artist on Patreon, SinDD, who does some good women fight stories I like. Her work is different that T&N's, but it's very good artwork. Her longest stories are around 70-80 images, so animation would be shorter, or may not be suitable to what you need or want. There are some samples of her work on DA. Unfortunately, you'd have to subscribe on Patreon to see her full stories. This is only an input in case you're looking around for other artists to animate.
I don't know what other work you have in mind, but there's a female artist on Patreon, SinDD, who does some good women fight stories I like. Her work is different that T&N's, but it's very good artwork. Her longest stories are around 70-80 images, so animation would be shorter, or may not be suitable to what you need or want. There are some samples of her work on DA. Unfortunately, you'd have to subscribe on Patreon to see her full stories. This is only an input in case you're looking around for other artists to animate.
#6
Help and Suggestions / Re: Posting pictures with stor...
Last post by Boche - Today at 05:16:43 PMAnd how about adding pictures on the profiles? It used to be under "ultimate profile"
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Boxing and fistfight / Re: Watching your girl box (re...
Last post by ant12342 - Today at 05:15:13 PM
#8
Catfight Art / Re: Mystery Machine Mayhem at ...
Last post by MikeHales67 - Today at 04:00:41 PMThe problem is that AIs that do nudity don't do action very well and the ones that do action, don't do nudity so you have to find ways around it.
One solution I found is the 'bare to the waist' BUT 'their chests covered in mud'. So :
One solution I found is the 'bare to the waist' BUT 'their chests covered in mud'. So :
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Catfight Art / Re: Mystery Machine Mayhem at ...
Last post by MikeHales67 - Today at 03:59:42 PMSo the prompt I gave specified an OIl painting. If ypu remove this line you get a more photorealistic image. You can also specoidy Hana-barbara CAartoon which is still pretty hot.
#10
Catfight Art / Re: Mystery Machine Mayhem at ...
Last post by MikeHales67 - Today at 03:56:55 PMMore :
