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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Neighbors fight to the finish.

« Last post by The Hunter on Today at 04:14:03 AM »

Sits back and awaits the fireworks. 

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Catfighting / Re: Neighbors fight to the finish: Vicky vs. Sarah.

« Last post by The Hunter on Today at 03:58:50 AM »

Looks like it is going to be fun. 

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Catfighting / Neighbors fight to the finish: Vicky vs. Sarah.

« Last post by Bry- on Today at 03:39:33 AM »

Years ago, I lived in an apartment complex popular with affluent law school students. My left- and right-door neighbors hated one another. They missed no opportunity for a quarrel. First, it was noise complaints, then parking disputes, and disagreement over trash disposal, and even some boy problems were sprinkled in. The root of the problem was that the girls were too similar, and they were not happy to share their station, their role, in society. They were both very attractive young women going to law school, destined to marry rich, find a good job, and be part of the high society. More importantly, they needed to be the center of attention. These similarities had kindled a friendship in the beginning, but the friendship had faded very quickly and was replaced with deep animosity. They had differences, too. Sarah was from New England. Vicky was from the South. Vicky was blonde. Sarah was brunette. Vicky was a country girl. Sarah was a city girl. Vicky was a gymnast. Sarah did ballet. The differences were mostly superficial, though.

Throughout the year, while the topics of dispute hadn't gotten more serious, the intensity of confrontation had increased significantly. One member even had to pull them from each other's faces to prevent a fight. Despite all of these, there were fake over-the-top pleasantries between the two in periods between their flare-ups. Everyone knew it was fake; they knew everybody knew it was fake, but they kept at it; I guess because that's how people in their role act in society.

On a particularly nice day in February, I, as well as many others, had gone to picnic on a lawn near the complex. Again, at the start of the afternoon, they were warmly conversing. I was not surprised to see them squaring up against each other not an hour later. On one side stood Sarah, a 5'7" and 120lbs, a well-endowed brunette with a sultry face in a white cropped tank top and jean short-shorts. On the other side stood Vicky, a green-eyed blonde with a perfect body and angelic face in a floral mid-thigh sundress that let her nipples poke through. She was almost the same size as Sarah. While they had come close before, this was the first time they had actually come to blows. People who knew them knew it was a long time coming and saw no point in intervening or stopping them; in fact, they were waiting for this to happen, excited to see who would win this new round of their competition.
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I'm writing a story. Here's the first part. I have an idea about how I'm going to end it, but I wanted the community's opinion as well. Also, how do you visualize what the combatants look like in your head? You can vote on how the fight is going to end here: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=123381.0

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Catfighting / DARLIE vs CASEY WINNER TAKES ALL

« Last post by AllAboutTheStories on Today at 03:29:39 AM »

          EPIC TRAILER TRASH CLASH 2
      DARLIE vs CASEY WINNER TAKES ALL


   Blond Darlie and brunette Casey hated each other. They lived in tiny trailers on opposite sides of a small town. They both got by living off of whichever man they could latch onto. With a limited number of eligible bachelors in the area, they became fierce rivals, always fighting over men.
   When a very wealthy, handsome man named Liam moved to town to get away from the hectic pace of the city, you could almost see the dollar signs in Casey and Darlie’s eyes. Both beauties did everything they could to seduce him. When Liam couldn’t decide which girl he preferred, their rivalry became violent. Both women showed up at his house at the same time, unaware that he wasn’t home. They began a brutal battle. During the fight, they broke down his door and savaged each other in his home, barely leaving it standing. One woman won a clear victory, but things were far from settled.
       (As told in EPIC TRAILER TRASH CLASH PART ONE)
   Both women remained obsessed with winning wealthy Liam and gaining the lifestyle he could provide them. In the weeks that followed, each woman continued to try to out-seduce the other. Brunette Casey and blond Darlie threw themselves at Liam. Darlie was a little prettier, but Casey was slightly sexier. Casey was wilder and more imaginative, so in the battle of seduction, Casey had Darlie on the ropes. Darlie knew she was losing.
   There’s a saying that someone wants what someone else has. Desperate Darlie wanted Liam to see how desirable men thought she was, and she had an idea how to do it. The local bar she hung out at was a dump, a throwback to another era complete with a mechanical bull, basically a motorized, swaying saddle. Liam would never show up there, but the men who did had phones. Darlie decided to perform the sexiest mechanical bull ride ever, knowing recordings of it would reach Liam.



   One night, Darlie arrived at the bar wearing a skin-tight pink halter top that could barely hold in her impressive breasts, tiny shorts, a white cowboy hat, and short, white boots. Much to the approval of the assembled, drunken, would-be cowboys present, Darlie mounted the mechanical bull, clamped her thighs around it, and began the sexiest ride she was capable of. Concentrating on a performance meant to impress Liam, she failed to notice Casey enter the bar, wearing a blue shoulder-less top, tiny “Daisey Duke” cut-off shorts, a black cowboy hat, and cowboy boots. Casey sneered when she saw the men in the bar cheering on Darlie’s ride with their phones out, making recordings she knew Liam would see.
   Darlie was all smiles when she dismounted the mechanical bull, sure Liam would be turned on by the recording of her ride. Her smile vanished the moment she saw Casey. Casey announced, “You boys deserve something better.” Casey pushed Darlie out of her way, mounted the mechanical bull, and clamped her longer legs around it. Someone shouted, “Show her how it’s done, Casey!” The men howled, as Casey’s slow, grinding, sexy ride outshone Darlie’s. Darlie knew Liam would see that too, and she was furious!
   When Casey hopped down, Darlie tried to retake the saddle to try to outdo Casey, but Casey grabbed Darlie’s ankle and pulled her off. Casey said, “You already had your chance!” Darlie shoved Casey off her. Casey shoved Darlie against a wall. One man shouted, “Show her whose boss, Darlie!” Another shouted, “Put her in her place, Casey!” Casey stepped up, snatched Darlie’s white cowboy hat off her head, threw it down on the floor, and stomped it under her boot, to wild cheers. Furious, Darlie threw off Casey’s hat and stomped it under her own boot. No one wanted to stop them. The crowd cheered them on, as pushes turned to punches. Fists flew. Both reeling from hard fists, they went for each other’s hair. Both beauties screamed in pain. They took it to the barroom floor, rolling with one on top and then the other. Darlie came out on top. She sat on Casey and started slamming the back of Casey’s head to the floor. Casey reached up and dug her fingers in the screaming blonde’s blue eyes. Darlie let go, leapt up and staggered back, hands cupped over her burning eyes.
   Casey leapt up and tackled Darlie down over a table. With Darlie spread over the tabletop, Casey scratched screaming Darlie’s beautiful face. Casey



grabbed a bottle to smash over Darlie’s head. Darlie shrieked in fear. She shifted, barely avoiding the bottle as it broke on the table beside her. Darlie’s eyes were wide as Casey tried to grind the broken beer bottle in Darlie’s face, but Darlie had Casey’s wrist in both hands, holding her off. Darlie managed to kick the brunette brawler off her. The broken bottle went flying. Darlie seized a beer bottle of her own, but to Dalie’s shock, one of the men who had cheered Casey on when she had a bottle snatched the bottle out of Darlie’s hand! The women traded a flurry of fists. Darlie was winning until Casey kicked her cowboy boot deep into Darlie’s belly, doubling the blonde over. Casey slammed fists to Darlie’s face until she had Darlie wobbling and swaying, barely on her feet. Casey then grabbed another beer bottle and slammed it over the back of Darlie’s head. Darlie’s lights went out. Darlie lie face down on the barroom floor, palms up, motionless, out cold at Casey’s feet. The crowd went wild!
   Casey posed over the sleeping Darlie, strutting her stuff for the camera phones, knowing Liam would see her victory over Darlie. Then Casey used her boot to roll Darlie over onto her back. Casey threw a glass of beer into Darlie’s face. Darlie came to, sputtering. Darlie was finished, but Casey wasn’t quite finished with her. Casey dragged her blond rival back to the mechanical bull, lifted her, and draped Darlie belly down over the saddle. Casey mounted Darlie, sitting on her back and clamping her thighs around her to hold her in place. In a sadistic move, Casey then began a slow, grinding ride, literally riding Darlie. Tears ran from Darlie’s eyes, as she looked around at the phones recording it. She knew Liam would not only see her lose the fight, but he’d also see Casey humiliate her. Casey laughed. “What can I say? I guess I’m just better than she is with something between my legs.” The men went wild!
   Casey left the bar standing tall. Darlie left on her own two feet, but she felt two inches tall. Darlie was, however, a fighter. She wouldn’t give up. The next night, Darlie showed up at Casey’s trailer park. Casey was ready to fight her then and there, but Darlie had other plans.
   Darlie said, “Liam’s not here. We need to finish this in front of him, once and for all! He’s seen recordings of us fighting, but he needs to see whose really better, with his own eyes, live and in person!” Casey agreed.



   The next night, Darlie showed up at Liam’s house. She looked up at him with her bottom lip out, pouting, and twanged, “By now I know you’ve seen what she did to me at the bar. That don’t prove nuthin’ ‘bout nuthin.’ It ain’t fair! She was expecting a fight. I wasn’t! I left her lying the first time. We’re all tied, one win each!” Darlie wouldn’t win any awards for diction, but Liam knew she had a point. Liam invited her in to console her. Darlie was Darlie, so before long, she was all over him.
   The doorbell rang. Liam went to a window and peered out through the curtains. “It’s Casey! Listen, I don’t want trouble. You were here first. Go hide in the den while I try to get rid of her.” Darlie trotted off to the den. Casey entered with a victorious smile on her face. “I guess you’ve seen what I did to dumb Darlie. Did you like it?” Before he could answer, Darlie raced up from behind and pinned his arms behind his back. He shouted, “Hey! What are you doing?” Casey put a chair by the far wall and together they shoved him down on it. Casey pulled a short rope from her shorts and threw it to Darlie. Casey sat on Liam and held him down, while Darlie tied his hands behind the chair. Darlie then pulled a handkerchief out of her shorts and used it as a gag to muffle Liam and keep him quiet. Darlie kissed his forehead and said, “I’m sorry, Baby, but it’s the only way. You need to see us fight to the finish, so you’ll know for sure which of us is the better woman.” Still on his lap, Casey smiled. “You wouldn’t stand by and watch either of us get hurt, but we have no problem hurting each other. Don’t worry, lover. As soon as I destroy ditzy Darlie, she’ll be gone, and I’ll be all yours!”
   Darlie sneered. “One more thing. Let’s strip before we fight. That way he’ll DEFINITELY know who’s better!” Casey said, “Only to our bras and panties.” Darlie taunted, “What’s wrong? Afraid you won’t measure up to me?” Casey scowled. “I don’t want your nasty body all over me, and you don’t deserve the privilege of having my body on you! Are we going to do this or not?”
   They stripped. Brunette Casey stood 5’7” tall, wearing a red bra and black panties. Blond Darlie stood 5’4”, wearing a light blue bra that could barely hold in her impressive breasts and matching panties. Both were barefoot. Casey said, “No quitting and no mercy. It’s over when I’m done with you!”




   Darlie stood defiantly, hands on the sides of her hips. “No. It’s over when I’M done with YOU!”
   Tied to the chair, Liam could only let out a muffled “M-m-m-m!” in protest. He’d seen what they could do to each other, and he knew that this time one of them was going down for good!
   They turned to face each other with hate in their eyes and sneers on their lips. They didn’t need a bell. They simply erupted in a flurry of fists, pounding each other’s beautiful bodies and faces. They simultaneously seized each other’s hair and began a vicious hairpulling match. The brawling beauties alternated between screaming in pain and calling each other every dirty word they could think of. Strands of black and blond hair were torn out by the roots and lie on the floor at Liam’s feet. They returned to fists. Darlie started to gain the advantage, so Casey kicked. Darlie kicked back. Bare feet slammed bare bellies, legs, and even sole on sole. Casey had longer legs, but Darlie had better feet. Neither was gaining the advantage, until, too focused on Darlie’s feet, Casey failed to block the blonde’s fist as it slammed into her nose. Casey reeled back on her heels and fell to her back.
   Darlie pounced. She pinned struggling Casey’s wrists to the floor above Casey’s head. Darlie looked up at Liam, and then she sat on Casey’s face, using her hips to smother Casey. Casey’s legs kicked madly, but Darlie had her pinned. Darlie grinned up at Liam and started bouncing, thrusting her hips into Casey’s face. Casey was in trouble! Darlie’s blue eyes suddenly flashed wide open, and she screamed, as Casey took a mouthful of Darlie’s hip, sank in her teeth, and bit her way out! Darlie was still on top, pinning Casey’s wrists to the carpet. Darlie lunged down forward over Casey, lying on top of her and pinning Casey’s body beneath her own. Darlie’s body pinned Casey’s body inch-for-inch, hands pinning hands, breasts on breasts, belly on belly, legs holding down legs, and feet on feet. Mortified, Casey looked up into her enemies eyes. Casey strained with all she had, but Darlie was too much. Darlie then wiggled forward until she covered Casey’s face under Darlie’s fantastic breasts, smothering her with them!
Again, Casey took a mouthful and bit her way out. Darlie wailed in pain.




   Darlie involuntarily sat up, clutching her breast in pain. Casey kicked her feet up around Darlie’s face and straightened her legs in a sudden, violent action, sending Darlie down backward onto her back, hitting her head hard on the floor. Casey crawled quickly on top and straddled her. She cupped her hands over Darlie’s impressive breasts and dug in her fingernails, mauling and squeezing Darlie’s breasts. Darlie screamed. Casey shouted, “Are you ready to beg me for mercy? Go on, beg me in front of Liam! I might go easier on you if you beg me!”
Face red and banging the back of her own head on the floor against the torment, Darlie yelled, “N-o-o-o! You can’t make m-e-e-e-e-e!” Darlie kicked her own feet around Casey’s face and kicked her off.
   They rolled in a wild, desperate battle on the carpet at Liam’s feet, but Darlie was hurt. Casey wrapped both her thighs around one of Darlie’s thighs, both arms around the other, and spread Darlie’s legs wide apart in a forced split leg spread! Darlie half-screamed, half cried. Casey looked up into Liam’s wide eyes with a devilish grin. “Do you want to see me break her? Watch me make her grovel!” Casey went to work on devastated Darlie. She demanded, “Tell him I’m better than you! Do it!” Darlie looked up at Liam and shouted, “No! N-o-o-o-o-o! N-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!”
   Darlie broke free, but now Casey lie on Darlie in her own full-body pin, staring triumphantly into Darlie’s eyes. Casey leaned down and bit Darlie’s face! Darlie cried out, but she bit Casey’s face back! They bit each other’s faces, finally ending eye-to-eye, mouth on mouth, biting each other’s lips and mouths! They traded agony and saliva, their cries muffled by each other’s mouths. Casey’s mouth won. Darlie’s eyes almost bulged out of her head, as Casey bit Darlie’s tongue! Darlie let out a devasted cry of sheer anguish! She looked up wide-eyed as Casey rose a little, pulling Darlie’s tongue slightly out of her mouth, caught between Casey’s teeth! Liam could only watch helplessly, as Casey tortured Darlie in front of him! With strength born of sheer desperation, Darlie pulled free, but she was hurt. She rolled over to her front, her hands cupped over her mouth, her tears rolling.
   Casey taunted. “Last chance. Beg me! You’re finished!”
   



   Darlie sobbed, “I . . . won’t . . . quit!”
   Casey sneered. “Good! When I’m done with you, Liam will have to drag you out by your heels!” Casey mounted Darlie’s back facing the blonde’s legs. She seized Darlie’s ankle and pulled one leg back and over Darlie’s hips, putting Darlie in a reverse toe hold. Casey held up the tops of Darlie’s toes in Liam’s face. “Oh, you think her little toes are cute? Do you?” Casey put Darlie’s toes in her mouth and sank in her teeth, looking like she wanted to bite them off! Darlie screamed madly. Her fists pounded the carpet. Casey switched to pulling back Darlie’s leg. She looked up at Liam and said, “You know I have better legs. I think I’ll prove it to you by breaking hers!” Liam shook his head wildly “No!,” but Casey went all out against Darlie’s luscious leg. Darlie reached back, seized Casey’s long, black hair, and pulled her down backward.
   Casey stood over Darlie and kicked the blonde over onto her back. Casey then lifted both of Darlie’s feet and held Darlie’s legs up and wide apart. Casey hovered her foot between Darlie’s legs. Casey stomped Darlie between her legs! Darlie cried out, but she pulled her foot free and kicked it up between Casey’s legs! Casey screamed and froze, caught completely off guard, unable to believe that Darlie was woman enough to still be fighting. Darlie seized Casey’s dangling wrists and kicked her foot up between Casey’s legs over and over as fast as she could, again and again and again! Casey pulled free, crossed her hands between her legs, and crumpled to the floor.
   Both trailer park temptresses were down and hurt. They had both wanted a fight to the finish, and that’s what it was. They forced themselves to rise to their knees. Casey again grabbed Darlie’s breasts, squeezing them. Darlie yelled, but she squeezed Casey’s smaller breasts back. Both girls cried out, and their faces turned almost purple during their test-of-breasts claw-off. Casey’s cries became more and more anguished. Her breasts simply couldn’t match Darlie’s. Tears rolled down Casey’s cheeks. She let go and tried to claw Darlie’s eyes, but Darlie leapt back to her hips and nearly kicked Casey’s head off! Darlie slowly rose and stood over Casey, who struggled to get to her knees, looking up at the blonde. Darlie stood over her and told Liam, “See? I have her own her knees at my feet!”




   Furious, Casey lunged forward, but Darlie slammed her knee to Casey’s forehead, flooring her. Darlie straddled Casey and returned to breast squeezing. Casey was a waterfall of tears. Darlie looked back over her shoulder at Liam and said, “See? She can dish it out, but she can’t take it!” She looked down at Casey. “Oh! Oh! You wanted me to beg you for mercy? Now, YOU better start begging ME for mercy!” Darlie punished the bigger brunette. Casey screamed “N-o-o-o-o! N-E-V-E-E-E-R!” Darlie sneered. “Oh, I think you will. I want Liam to hear you do it!” Darlie sat up, put her bent knee across Casey’s throat to hold her in place, and then Darlie introduced Casey to the dreaded crotch claw hold. Casey threw her head back. Her face twisted in agony. Her mouth was open so wide that Liam could practically see down her throat, but all she could manage was a kind of gurgling sound. Face purple in anguish, Casey finally cried out, “M-E-R-C-Y! M-E-R-C-IEEEEEEEEEE! I’M BEGGING Y-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-U!” Darlie let go. Casey was left a trembling, sobbing mess beneath her.
   In the thickest Texas drawl imaginable, Darlie twanged, “Mercy? You didn’t show me none! You would’ve ripped me to pieces, but you ain’t woman enough! I’m better’n you! There ain’t no doubt no more! Am I the better woman?” Casey looked up at Darlie and nodded. “Now, Tell HIM! Do it unless you want more!” Delicious Darlie had reduced hellcat Casey to a trembling kitten beneath her. Casey looked up at Liam and sobbed, “She’s better than me.” Darlie asked, “Are you gonna back off? Is Liam mine?” Casey trembled. “He’s yours.” Darlie sat on Casey’s belly. “You know what’ll happen if you try to bite me again!” She scooted forward and covered Casey’s face with her hips. Casey was too intimidated to try to bite her way out. After a short time, Casey lie out cold.
   Darlie rose to her hands and knees over Casey’s helpless, defeated body. Darlie looked up at Liam, looking like a proud lioness with her prey. “She ain’t hurt that bad, but I could’ve really hurt her if I had wanted to! I won’t hurt her more, but I ain’t done with her yet!” Darlie lifted the limp, sleeping brunette to her knees with Casey’s face down on the floor and her hips raised. Darlie knelt beside her and pressed her hips against Casey’s hips so Liam could compare them side by side. “Now, tell the truth. Ain’t my butt a whole lot better than hers? Well, aint it?” Liam nodded. She sat the unconscious brunette up, stretched out one of




Casey’s legs and draped her leg over it. “Ain’t my legs better’n hers?” Until that night he hadn’t though so, but seeing them so close, he knew Darlie’s were better. Again, he nodded. Darlie pressed the insteps of their bare feet together and held the soles of their feet up in Liam’s face. “Don’t I have cuter feet?” Still gagged, he mumbled, “Mm-hm.” Darlie leaned unconscious Casey forward and pressed their breasts together. “Ain’t I got MUCH better boobs than her?” He nodded. She pulled down his gag. “Now tell me the truth. Ain’t I a better woman than she is?” He said, “Darlie, I already knew that before the fight began.” A huge smile spread across Darlie’s lips.
   She heard a moan behind her, as Casey began to regain consciousness. Darlie patted Casey’s face to bring her around. She rose, looked down, her foot planted on Casey’s chest, and asked, “Do you remember what happened?” Casey peeped, “Yes.” “Are you gonna cause me any more trouble?” Casey sobbed, “No. You win. You win!” Darlie stepped off. “Okay. Now crawl out of here on your hands and knees!” Totally defeated, Casey obeyed. Just as she reached the door, Darlie planted her foot on Casey’s hips and kicked her out! Casey stumbled to her car and sped away.
   The next morning, Casey’s trailer was gone. Humbled and humiliated by the better woman, Casey left town with her proverbial tail tucked between her legs in shame.

                                               EPILOG
   Don’t feel sorry for Casey. There will be other wealthy men in other small towns. As for Darlie, she won the fight, won the day, and won the man she wanted. Liam still wasn’t completely sure about a long-term relationship with a woman capable of such violent jealousy, but Darlie had ran her rival out of town. Darlie no longer had any competition.
For now.

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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Neighbors fight to the finish.

« Last post by Bry- on Today at 03:26:49 AM »

I'm writing a story. Here's the first part. I have an idea about how I'm going to end it, but I wanted the community's opinion as well. Also, how do you visualize the combatants?

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Years ago, I lived in an apartment complex popular with affluent law school students. My left- and right-door neighbors hated one another. They missed no opportunity for a quarrel. First, it was noise complaints, then parking disputes, and disagreement over trash disposal, and even some boy problems were sprinkled in. The root of the problem was that the girls were too similar, and they were not happy to share their station, their role, in society. They were both very attractive young women going to law school, destined to marry rich, find a good job, and be part of the high society. More importantly, they needed to be the center of attention. These similarities had kindled a friendship in the beginning, but the friendship had faded very quickly and was replaced with deep animosity. They had differences, too. Sarah was from New England. Vicky was from the South. Vicky was blonde. Sarah was brunette. Vicky was a country girl. Sarah was a city girl. Vicky was a gymnast. Sarah did ballet. The differences were mostly superficial, though.

Throughout the year, while the topics of dispute hadn't gotten more serious, the intensity of confrontation had increased significantly. One member even had to pull them from each other's faces to prevent a fight. Despite all of these, there were fake over-the-top pleasantries between the two in periods between their flare-ups. Everyone knew it was fake; they knew everybody knew it was fake, but they kept at it; I guess because that's how people in their role act in society.

On a particularly nice day in February, I, as well as many others, had gone to picnic on a lawn near the complex. Again, at the start of the afternoon, they were warmly conversing. I was not surprised to see them squaring up against each other not an hour later. On one side stood Sarah, a 5'7", a well-endowed brunette with a sultry face in a white cropped tank top and jean short-shorts. On the other side stood Vicky, a green-eyed blonde with a perfect body and angelic face in a floral mid-thigh sundress that let her nipples poke through. While they had come close before, this was the first time they had actually come to blows. People who knew them knew it was a long time coming and saw no point in intervening or stopping them; in fact, they were waiting for this to happen, excited to see who would win this new round of their competition.

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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Girlfriend vs Mistress

« Last post by jozzan22 on Today at 03:10:04 AM »

The Girlfriend (left) knows her man will fk anything that moves, she likes the competition and so far she has beaten every single challenger. His last deviation is a 19yo girl with amazing boobs just as big as his girlfriend. The Mistress (right) is younger and has heard the stories of women's getting beat up by his Girlfriend but she is either too confident or too stupid to know whats coming.

The Girlfriend came home early one day just to find the young Mistress going into her apartment with her man. She rush in and grabbed a handful of hair and a hard slap to the face. The stunned Mistress managed to stay conscious and fought back.

Who wins?
They very similar in height and weight

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General Discussion about Titfights & Sexfights / Re: Tit comparisons and tit fights in mainstream porn

« Last post by Zednoise on Today at 02:33:44 AM »

https://pornzog.com/video/15362706/russian-girls-comparing-who-has-the-bigger-tits/
https://pornzog.com/video/9401548/big-tit-teen-and-milf-compare-real-and-fake-tits/
https://pornzog.com/video/13276709/comparing-tits-with-mommy/
https://pornzog.com/video/13409336/mindi-mink-savana-styles-boobs-comparing/

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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Rival Realtors

« Last post by Lightweightfighter88 on Today at 01:47:34 AM »

Always bet on Red !!

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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: Pride 13

« Last post by The Hunter on Today at 12:19:30 AM »

Damn

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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Pride 13

« Last post by Gradius on Yesterday at 11:43:34 PM »

Pride 13



"Welcome Tifa..." She heaved, struggling to get control of her stomach, the brief, excruciating agony as she was blown upwards still fresh in her mind. So how was she..."Welcome Scarlet."



Body moving on it's own, Tifa rolled over onto her stomach, to find herself eye to eye with a familiar blonde who was crawling towards her. There was no need for recognition before, with savage growls, they were on their knees yanking hair and slapping faces while doing their best to strangle one another.



"Welcome Tifa..." Lying flat on her back, trying to get her breath back, Scarlet felt every nerve in her body surge at her rival's name. The last thing she remembered was a sound akin to cracking bone and a horrific pain all along her arm up to her shoulders. But now...clawing strands of hair out of her face she peered through her gently wobbling boobs by the time she heard her own name she was up on her haunches and crawling rapidly towards the brunette who rolled over onto her belly and then to her knees. Filling her hand with an overflowing breast she slapped Tifa across the face, yelling as her own boobs were rocked with repeated uppercuts.



It was instinctual now. Bodies in motion even before the mind was fully aware. The hate was such an intimate part of their psyche that the response was immediate and violent. Scarlet pinched a nipple between thumb and forefinger spitefully until decked by yowling Tifa who swiftly crawled up the downed blonde's body, wrapping her hands around Scarlet's neck. Gagging, Scarlet's face remained locked in a hideous snarl, clawing Tifa's face, fingers coming closer and closer to the younger woman's vulnerable eyes.



"I think that's enough of that!" Ramuh grunted, rapping his staff on the ground three times. A bolt struck Tifa who's grip faltered, then Scarlet who's hand fell away, then both as they released one another flying apart. Groaning, neither reacted as the Lady strode over them, running a hand, gently through their hair before moving back to Ramuh's side. Grunting Tifa, struggled back up onto her hands and knees, shaking her long dark hair, feeling odd. Then she screamed...



Tifa's shriek penetrated Scarlet's skull, the blonde lying curled up in a fetal position. She uncurled slowly and looked up. What could be wro...!!



"Ladies. Ramuh greets you." Ramuh bowed in Tifa and Scarlet's direction, both naked beauties scrambling back in terror. They turned wild eyed gazes to him and he stroked his beard sauntering up to them. "Now...where do I begin..."



"I have an idea." Tifa said, trying to rally herself. But try as she might, now that the sudden terror faded, all she felt was a feeling of wellness. Light. Across from the strange man and Lady, she turned to find Scarlet staring at her. While she made no more hostile overtures, she still didn't trust her longtime blonde enemy and the two carefully got to their feet moving several steps apart. "How about you start with what THOSE are!"



They were on a small island with a pool in the center. Four large trees formed a canopy that covered much of the surrounding area. All around them were swirls of green and light blue. Occasionally they formed images, memories of the Planet and large fish like Weapons circled as if protecting. But as they observed all this their eyes fell on the Behemoth and Coeurl.



They were unmoving, as if frozen, and massive chains bound them to the ground. Both monsters...two of the most dangerous on the Planet...faced one another, reared up on their hind legs, front paws preparing to swipe at one another with massive claws extended while fangs glinted in opened mouths. The Behemoth's muscular purple form was criss crossed with scars all across it's body and one eye was milky white. The Coeurl's furred shape bore torn patches and one of it's whiskers lay ripped away on the ground before it while an ear hung down the side of it's face.



"These? They are you." Ramuh stated simply, stepping lightly past Tifa to tap at the chains with his cane. "The part that can't be here. The anger. The hate. The rage and, most importantly, pride. Normally the stream would take centuries to purge a soul, but these are not normal circumstances."



"So we're...dead...is what you're saying?" Scarlet asked, folding her arms under her naked chest. Despite the mannerisms she couldn't prevent a small tremor in her voice.



"In a manner of speaking...yes." Ramuh nodded. "Or rather, you're supposed to be."



*****



Diabolos leapt again at Tiamat, dodging into one of his portals to avoid being impaled by her tail, only to reappear behind her, slashing claws across her back. She hissed and a wing flapped backwards, sending the black and red Esper flying. Alexander now came to the forefront, unleashing a barrage of beams that blinded many that were nearby. But as their vision returned, Tiamat still stood strong, floating over the still flowing mako, wings that covered her body uncurling. She smiled widely at the young Esper, displaying a mouthful or fanged teeth. "My turn!!"



A bright red, reptilian head snaked over her shoulder, glaring malevolently at Alexander. Hastily he raised a shield as it belched out magma at him, Titan and Golem raising stone walls to protect Yuffie and the others from the runoff. With a burst she took to the air, several disc shaped projectile exploding where she'd been. Above them, Seraphim floated to the ground. "Dia!" She cried out, rushing to Diabolos's side.



"I'm...fine." He grunted, embarrassed by her attention. Getting back up, he glared at where Tiamat hovered. "She's as strong as she was in the old days."



"Maybe, but we're stronger." Titan grunted. He smashed his fists together. "Plus we've got the numbers."



"Wait...you want us to all fight together?" Josy glared at the massively muscled Esper. "After what you all did?!"



"Child, whatever you thought we did...it pales in comparison to what she WILL do!" Titan responded. "Look to your partners. Ask them their opinion on the matter."



From Barret to Tseng, the scowls that flitted across their faces made it clear that they all heard the same thing. Joslyn as well curled her lips in disgust, but a mental clout from Lakshmi settled the matter. However, before they could act, Tiamat bellowed. Louder and louder, her jaw unhinging and stretching wider and wider. The lake of green liquid began to churn, bubbling with activity, until a massive claw emerged and tore rents into the concrete. A black dragon pulled itself onto the land, shaking out it wings and roaring in tandem with Tiamat. Another then emerged, this one blue. Then a large group of Vlakorados...savage sauropods...that immediately rushed to attack, screeching and whistling.



"Did you think to take me with numbers? Did you forget who I am!?" Tiamat roared. "I am the lady of serpents. The mother of dragons. And I will be avenged, with the aid of my first son!"



Bahamut bellowed, crashing to the ground, thrashing wildly. Cloud landed nearby, clutching his head. "Not again...not again!" He gritted his teeth, feeling his mind being assaulted all over again. Feeling their minds under attack. "I...am...WE...ARE...NO ONE'S...PAWN! NEVER AGAIN!!"



Getting to his feet Cloud shouted, his voice overlapping with Bahamut's defiant roar, man and dragon charging at the surprised Esper.



*****



"So if they're meant to be purged, why are they still here?"



"Because if we did that, then you truly would be dead." Ramuh explained as Scarlet strutted around the Coeurl, studying the proud creature and it's savage posture, perfectly willing to battle the much larger Behemoth. Instinctually both women knew which represented themselves and felt drawn to it. "It is the completion of cleansing your soul that leads to rebirth. But that is not what you're here for. And, you might still need them."



"So why are we here?" Tifa demanded, coming from behind the Behemoth and inclining her head towards Scarlet. "And together? If this represents my darker emotions I can guess why I'm not tearing her head off right now but why would the Planet want someone that had been actively trying to destroy it."



"Please, you had your chance to do just that and faltered. You're a coward Tifa. Either than or you secretly like what we do to one another " Scarlet's voice came from around the cat like Coeurl. "However she does raise a valid point. Why AM I here?"



"Because we need both of your help." Ramuh waved his staff and the Lifestream swirled, forming a green picture. An ongoing battle. The women immediately recognized the battle they'd left, only now both sides fought together against waves of monsters emerging from the darkened liquid.



Scarlet frowned from her position near the Coeurl. It wasn't dark...it looked exactly like the Lifestream only...different. Tifa's expression displayed her own confusion. It was if her eyes were seeing two things at once. Then her face lit up as Cloud entered her view, leaping down from Bahamut to engage a woman with wings. "This is Tiamat. Before the Weapons, she was the Planet's chosen protector. It was she that first faced the Outsider when it landed in the North...burying it beneath the Planet's crust. We thought that the end of it...but..."



"Wait...I thought it was the Cetra that dealt with Jenova?" Tifa remarked.



"No, that came far later. Jenova has been here for far longer than even the Cetra." Ramuh explained. "It is likely that their appearance is what spurred it's return..."



"That is fascinating an all...but what does any of this have to do with us?" Scarlet demanded moving away from the Coeurl with a look of disgust on her face. "It must be important for you to save us from death, but all we've done for this entire debacle is try to beat one another senseless. And in a most...pedestrian manner as well."



Tifa raised an eyebrow at Scarlet's tone. Was the woman...disgusted by their fights? She wasn't entirely proud of her behavior either, but even without that pressure...that need in her chest anymore Tifa couldn't find anything wrong with her recent actions. She did what she needed to. Could it be possible that Scarlet felt the opposite?



"It would be far easier to show you, and would speed things up." Ramuh once more waved his staff and the image of current battle faded away...to be replaced by a horrific scene.



"No..." Tifa choked out, seeing Barret lying still beneath the rubble, sightless eyes staring up at the sky...his legs lying several meters away close to where Vincent lay prone atop a bloody Shelke. There was shouting, the sound of gunshots and a final scream as Elena tumbled into view. The blonde struggled to rise only to fall back onto her face, blood pooling beneath her. "What the...what is this?!"



"This was Armageddon." Ramuh stated, Bahamut's head coming into view. But Tifa's eyes widened and she shook her head as Cloud jumped down lightly from the dragon's head. No...floated down. Aided by the black wing on his left shoulder. Shouts drew their attention, Jessie and Biggs appearing to the side, rushing at Cloud, guns firing. He was a blur, first in front of them, then between, Jessie's head going flying while he impaled Biggs. Ramuh sped up the horror up until Cloud and Bahamut were brought down by a flying mech suit both women recognized. Upon landing, Tifa couldn't help her lips curling in disgust as Scarlet clambered out of it in a black bodysuit. "It was this moment that Scarlet came to our attention. Where so many others failed, her weapons managed to succeed."



"Looks like a further modified version of my Mark 2..." Scarlet swayed closer, staring hard. "Looks like she added additional thrusters at the expense of armoring. And an underslung rocket launcher...interesting. But her choice of wardrobe...tch. The black has our ass looking flabby."



"As if it isn't..." Tifa muttered audibly. The blonde immediately turned to the brunette, trading stares that made it clear that...lack of hostility or not...memory was all either needed to finish what they'd started. Then the Tall Lady was between them and both flinched away. Tifa wasn't sure who she was, but her presence made her feel...relaxed? Too comfortable considering their situation. She was beautiful...gorgeous even...Tifa acknowledged and yet... Granted she wasn't attracted to them, Tifa was not immune to acknowledging the carnal pull of another attractive woman, yet she felt nothing towards this one. Despite her beauty there was something...unattainable about her. She shook her head, turning away from Scarlet who was being gently led along by the woman. "What...what do you mean...came to your attention?"



"As I'm sure you've noticed over the years, Cloud and Bahamut are a powerful team. Together they were able to take down Espers that could've defeated them individually. Yet Scarlet was able to defeat them with her technology." Ramuh's lined face curled into a small smile. "The irony is not lost me. But in the end, he was just a distraction. Tiamat was just a distraction. And with the amount we lost to Cloud's actions...that's when we found you."



"Me?"



"Yes, your presence was what we needed to keep Cloud in check. Without him against us, our odds increased dramatically."



"Wait...I'm not understanding," Tifa waved at the images. "Cloud's dead...Scarlet killed him...will kill him...ARGHH!! My point is why would I help HER kill my husband?!"



"Because this Cloud hasn't turned against us...yet." Ramuh slammed his staff onto the ground and the images faded. "If we move fast, then the two of you can eliminate Tiamat before...no. No...you're not ready yet."



"Ready? Ready for what!?"



*****



"I am not Tifa." Scarlet snapped sullenly, disturbed by her reaction to the woman...no, not woman. "I'm not stupid. I recognize his voice. So if he's Ramuh and he's deferring to you, that means you're..."



Tall Lady smiled, her green eyes wide and large, resting a hand atop Scarlet's head and the blonde scuttled back. She waved her hand into the green and another image appeared, one Scarlet recognized. One she'd buried deep into the vault of her mind.



The time in the orphanage. Forced to do what others told her. Eat when told, work when told, sleep when told...



How she hated that time...and then remembered the joy of being taken in by the wealthy Scarlet family. Her new mother infertile, despite numerous lovers, was a widow in need of a doll to parade around her friends and the young Scarlet was pretty enough. When not forced to wear her mother's ridiculous outfits, Scarlet discovered her true passion with one of the woman's lovers, a machinist. Most likely hoping that getting in her good graces would up his chances with her mother the man humored her interest until the day Scarlet surpassed him. She'd actually liked him...as much as she liked anyone...and was surprised by how saddened she felt after finding him hanging in his workshop after being tossed aside by her mother.



"Oh boohoo..." Scarlet mocked, annoyed by having her past thrust back in her face. "I'm not completely emotionless. But I'm not going to waste it on sheep that prefer to be told what to do rather than think for themselves. I prefer to..."



Tall Lady swiped her hand and now the image was of Scarlet writhing wildly with Tifa in Gold Saucer. Her expression was one of rage and brutal glee as she and Tifa savaged one another such that Scarlet felt her tits throb in sympathy as her past self slammed them against Tifa's.



"I was drugged at the time." Scarlet growled, glaring up at the Lady.



She shrugged, smiled and waved again. Now she and Tifa fought under Junon in the old rec room. The brawl primitive and humiliating now that she watched from the outside. Scarlet's mouth opened to protest and the image shifted again. Scarlet's horror was complete as this time she witnessed herself in the Honeybee, wrestling Vicky in the mud alongside Viola and Elizabeth in quite possibly her most humiliating moment.



"All right...you've made your point!" Scarlet conceded, trying feel anger at having her humiliation thrust into her face, but failing. The way the Lady looked at her...this wasn't to humiliate...it was like an adult with a child. She was trying to say something. "But I still don't understand what you're trying to make me understand."



The Lady sighed and now Scarlet observed herself being interviewed. Poised, calm...in control. Every hair in place, her dress immaculate and cheek rouged to match the glistening red of her lipstick. Every word out of her mouth perfectly articulated, smooth movements to present every contour of her smooth skinned, curved and busty form to the camera and for the sheep watching at home. In her element.



Then like a flip was switched she was face to green face with herself, lips pulled back in a hideous snarl, blood leaking from a cut on her forehead and lips as she and Tifa wrestled desperately atop the Sister Ray. With a loud RIIIIP, the straps of her dress tore free, top falling to hang from her waist while Tifa's typical white shirt split across the back, flying off in the breeze. Uncaring as to their now topless states the battle between the two waxed fiercer, grabbing, punching, kicking and slapping, squirming to the ground and rolling down the decline to the end of the cannon barrel. A kick from Tifa smashed into her side, Scarlet wincing...but green Scarlet was unaffected and jumped forward, delivering a punch that staggered her younger rival. Tifa was clearly hurt, coughing violently, vomiting up bile as Scarlet delivered a blow to her stomach that lifted her off the ground. Continuing with the move, Scarlet hefted the weakly struggling brunette over her head with both arms and flung her off the edge of the cannon to a scream of triumph.



"Wait...that never..." Scarlet's hasty refute was interrupted by the roar of an airship's rotors as the Highwind surged into view, moving skywards. At the end of a rope ladder Vincent hung on, while also supporting a barely conscious Tifa. Green Scarlet screamed in unheard fury, stamping her feet and raging as the Airship got farther and farther away, the rest of her dress giving up the ghost and sliding down the rest of her body, leaving her clad in only red silk panties and black silk stockings filled with runs and holes. Enraged, the blonde strode past the guards that now can down the barrel, staring goggle eyed at her bruised, nearly naked frame, the one that offered her a hand, screaming as she shoved him off the edge. "That wasn't how..."



******



"...that happened!" Tifa spoke rapidly. "I...we...I mean..."



"And yet it did happen, this time." Ramuh sighed, mumbling something about it always being this way. "And once you escaped without her catching up to you. And another still where Shinra actually kept their word and let you go after escaping the Weapon's emergence. Did your dreams not show you this?"



"Shinra would never...my dreams? What do you...were you responsible for me seeing those things!?"



"For you seeing them...yes. For them happening...no." Ramuh waved at the green again and immediately Tifa found her eyes assaulted by the sight of her and Scarlet engaged in...other activities. The fact that she was doing that with the blonde in Scarlet's own office was one thing...but to see herself like a thirsty bitch in heat in her own bar was another matter entirely. She slowly backed away, head shaking, or tried to as she found herself rooted in place. "You need to understand Tifa. Time isn't fluid. Events don't always play over in the same exact way over and over. All it takes is one small change...one word in a conversation to send things spiralling in a different direction. The only constant are those involved."



"I would never..." Tifa croaked. "Not with her."



"But you did...granted it was a rarity" Ramuh insisted calmly, waving away the images and replacing them with other...more expected ones. Her and Scarlet engaged in various forms of combat. Grappling wildly inside the cockpit of some giant mech. Strangling one another inside an elevator. Exchanging punches in the middle of a raucously cheering crowd amid the dirt and garbage of the slums. And more than a few...many actually...of them wrapped in a fierce hug as they did their best to squeeze the life out of one another. "I will admit that the sheer hostility the two of you possess for one another has confounded me every cycle. You are clearly drawn to one another, and yet it's to battle rather than anything else."



"I've hated her for a long time." Tifa admitted, twisting her head to stare where Scarlet stood with the Tall Lady. "I even remember the first time I saw her on the screens in Midgar. That feeling that there was something wrong about her. Then after she tried to execute me...but enough of all that. Why did I only start getting those dreams NOW!?"



"Because this is the convergence...this is where events come to a head. Where all of your past lives, no matter the course they took, ended up. This is where time either your life will continue...or the Planet is reset again."



*****



"Keep shooting! Keep shooting!!" Barret shouted, angling his arm cannon towards the pool as another beast began to make it's way out. Beside him were the Turks, Beck and his crew and a mix of Shinra and former enemy troopers all pulling triggers as fast as their fingers could manage, and yet they were still steadily being forced back. Overhead the Shera puffed smoke as it's batteries fired as fast as they could be reloaded while smaller gunships flew in circles to avoid flying monsters while taking potshots while they could. Anything smaller stayed away after a group of dragonriders were mulched by a massive flying red drake. The opposing Airship remained immobile, it's crew having long since disembarked.



Titan and Diabolos too, fought like demons, the formers ripping off heads and limbs or pounding any monster he could get his hands on into paste. The latter formed voids below feet that abruptly closed, removing said limbs with frighting ease. A massive green dragon lunged at him, only to forced to the ground by a dark singularity that pulsed rapidly across it's back. With a clap of his hands it disappeared, taking the dragon's midsection with it. Near, but not too close, Shelke also fought, twin sabers buzzing between her hands, slicing into any monster that wandered close expecting an easy meal. Staying close, Vincent's pistols sang a steady staccato, picking off anything that got too close to the childlike woman.



"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!" Cid swore, grabbing the wheel hard after spinning it. For every flying shitstain they blew out of the sky another took it's place. Blood from his palms coated the wheel as he attempted to guide his ship closer to where the other's fought. But without help...



"WEAPON!!"



The scream got everyone's attention as a black shadow flew over the bridge to a blood curdling roar. Seemed the damned thing had resumed the hunt immediately upon healing it's wings. Cid clenched his teeth and swore, almost dragging the Shera completely onto it's side to avoid Ultima. However, it seemed to have no interest in his ship. It bit through the neck of the drake from earlier, swiping it's claws, turning a swarm of bat like creatures into a fine mist and used it's breath to incinerate a trio of Malboros that emerged from corrupted Lifestream near where Bahamut flew.



"Well fuck me," Cid grumbled, an involuntary smirk curling his lips before turning to shout orders. "Get the word out. No one's to fire on Ultima. Just give the big beastie a wide berth, and those that can, focus on the monsters on the ground. Give our people some breathing room."



The small smile disappeared from his face as the pilot another twinge in his temple. Grimacing, he left a bloody streak across his forehead, glancing back through the door. With a low groan, he signaled to one of his crew to take over, moving as if on autopilot towards the rear of the ship.



*****



"Reset? Perhaps you'd better tell us everything in total," Scarlet said sharply, coming up to them, following the Tall Lady. "Also...why doesn't she actually say anything? It would whatever she's trying to get across so much easier."



"She does speak...just not in a way you can hear. A single word from her and your existence would be blasted into nothingness." Ramuh turned to the Tall Lady and seemed to be listening. "Yes, you're right, they are moving fast. Usually they're more in awe at this point. Could be due to their interactions with the other two. Yes, this is the first time it's happened."



"Excuse me..." Tifa found herself in the unusual position, next to Scarlet, blonde and brunette both staring down the same being. "Everything!"



"Not yet!" Ramuh replied testily, raising his hands. From deep within the Lifestream a pair of globules oozed out of it, floating into his hands. "Usually we have more time to prepare the two of you for what you're about to experience. However, your connection with Shiva and Siren have made you both exceptionally familiar, so we can skip the explanation and move straight onto the introductions!"



"What are you..." Scarlet started when Ramuh flicked his finger and a globe of green shot at her, expanding to engulf her entirely. Tifa jumped to the side, but the one aimed at her altered it's trajectory to trap her within it. Even as this occurred another pair of the fish like Weapons flew out into the open, swallowing down the trapped women and dove back into the Lifestream, tails moving rapidly.



*****

Bahamut roared, blasting fire at a weaving, dodging Tiamat. Leaping off his back. Cloud shouted, bringing Excalibur down as hard he could were he knew she would land. Instead of cutting into flesh, there was a resounding CLANG as it met a pair of crossed bone like blades that emerged from above her wrist. Cloud grimaced, pressing down hard, but she in turn shoved him away to land a short distance from where she floated. Then she hissed in sudden discomfort, one of the blades clipping off into the pool beneath her.



"Cursed blade..." Tiamat spat, pointing at Cloud. Immediately a trio of Malboro's crawled onto the shore, toothy maws gaping wide. Cloud grimaced, sinking into his stance, when all three were rendered into squealing candles at Ultima's passage. He gazed up in surprise at the flying Weapon, shaking his head, then dodging as Tiamat smashed her fists where he had just been. Avoiding a follow up kick, he darted in sword raised, only to hastily drop it to his left as he got hammered to the side by her tail. Tucking into a roll, legs pushed out to slow his tumble, Cloud pushed himself back up, wincing at a cracked rib. "Accept my calling, child. As one bonded with my son, your place is rightfully at my side."



"Sorry, not interested." Cloud grunted, pressing a hand over the spot, channeling a low level cure. "I've got enough women in my life. Not big on adding another."



"Whoever said I was giving you a choice?!" Cloud grimaced, feeling her in his head again, like nails scrapping against the inside of his brain. "It came be so much more pleasant if you just accept your place. I'm not completely ignorant to mortal appetites. Is this form not enticing?"



"I've seen...been with better!" Cloud snarled, pounding his temples, letting his anger be a shield against her influence. He couldn't stop now. If he gave in who knew what she'd do to Josy and Yuffie...to Brian and Jessie. He'd be damned if he let this bitch hurt all he had left of her. The ground trembled as Bahamut landed behind him, a low rumble building in his throat. Tiamat's eyes flattened and a growl emanated from the pit of her stomach. Cloud let the Excalibur fall to the ground. "You picked a bad day to get on my bad side."



With another roar Bahamut lunged at Tiamat, her wing spikes finding only air as he disappeared in a peal of fire. "DIE!" Cloud rumbled, speeding into her, his draconic merged form more reptilian now than it had ever been before, with even his face barely recognizable.



*****



Though she was familiar with it, Tifa did not feel anymore comfortable than she did the last time she was a passenger in a Weapon. This time, however, there were no images flashing before her, only an endless green. Then she blinked. It began as a pin point, then grew larger, a section of brown encased in green. As they got closer she also saw the small cottage in the center. The Weapon lowered it's head into the open area and Tifa felt a pull and push as it vomited her up onto the solid surface. She grimaced as the Lifestream coursed down her naked back, wishing for some clothes. As soon as she had the thought, she found herself clothed in her familiar sleeveless white top, minus the bra, and black skirt. "Did I..."



"No you didn't." Tifa immediately dropped into a ready stance at the voice, coming from inside the house. "We all feel the same way when we first arrive. Come inside, you might want to join us."



"I'm...coming in then..." Tifa announced warily, standing near the entrance, reaching for the door. It swung open easily, without a sound and her vision was blinded for moment and then she stared in shock. The inside was far larger than without, the left side was an exact replica of her bar, while the right resembled the bath in Wutai. She hesitated for a second then strode inside, the door slamming shut behind her. "Well, here I am."



"Yes you are." Her mystery host emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a pale rag. "We're surprised that you're here so soon. Ramuh usually takes some time to let you get acclimated."



Tifa couldn't respond. All she could do was stare. Staring into her own face that looked back at her with a kind of amused interest. "You're..."



*****



"Be careful how you talk to me!" She couldn't feel anger, but she certainly could feel irritation. Upon landing Scarlet had risen to find herself clothed in a red two piece bikini, complete with her preferred earrings and necklace. In the center of the small island she'd been deposited was a swanky looking mansion, complete with pool, who's gate swung open at her approach. Inside she found a long haired blonde who lowered a tanning mirror to reveal...herself. Scarlet and Scarlet studied one another with a clinical, dispassionate eye. Scarlet scowled at the black sling bikini her other wore, the thin material clinging to a lush, but muscular figure before she spoke again. "So what are you supposed to be? Some representation of my mental state? My conscience perhaps?"



"When did we ever need something as useless as that? They really didn't bother explaining anything this time around." The other Scarlet remarked, she rose smoothly and swayed around the deck. Body moving on it's own Scarlet moved to intercept, pressing their ample chests together, eyes glaring as they moved in sync, circling one another with one strutting, creamy toned leg ahead of the other. "Ah, yes. We see...you're one of those. Your Tifa kicked your ass so often you've been compensating every since. Probably decided to separate you before something got started."



"I beg your pardon?!" Scarlet purred, hand moving to slowly to clench around a handful of yellowish locks. There was a slight tug on the side of her head that let her know that her counterpart had a firm grip. She barely hid a wince. The muscles weren't for show. "I beat her. I was holding my own until she..."



"You cannot lie to us, Scarlet. We ARE you!" Muscular Scarlet gave a shove with her chest, pushing them apart with a grimace as they both shook their hands to free it of hair strands, the move had also freed her impressive chest from the strings that had tried to cover them. "A wiser, and better looking version of you if we do say so ourselves."



"What's with the royal we?" Scarlet grunted, massaging her breasts. "What are you even about?"



*****



"It's different for us. We don't rejoin the Lifestream."



"But that's...that's against everything about Planetology!" Tifa gasped, from her place on a stool. "Draining the Planet...killing it..."



"It didn't get everything wrong, just the interpretation." The other Tifa said from behind the bar. It gave Tifa a sense of deja vu...talking to another version of herself again. At least this one opted for her old cowgirl outfit...though...and wasn't immediately hostile. She couldn't help a slight twinge of jealousy seeing how mature her counterpart looked, as well as how her chest bounced and remembered what she'd lost. "They liken the Planet to a human body with the Lifestream as it's blood. They just forgot that just like the human body produces new blood, so does the Planet. The Cetra mastered it's usage as well as moderated their reliance on it. This made it so more flowed than was used."



"So I...us...how do we..."



"Whenever there's something missing the Planet compensates. But Scarlet and us...we are different...necessary. Unlike the others, something guides us...makes us end up in the same place over and over. Though similar in many respects, the route we take is never the same. So she expends extra energy to recreate our origins, but she cannot have anything that might hint at tampering. So she cannot ensure our friends and allies remain the same through the cycles. So even though we are a constant, we are also different each time. And..."



"And?"



"Nothing." The more mature Tifa sighed, settling down on a stool next to the younger, resting a hand over her own. "They sent you here because it's time again. Time for all of us to fight again."



"Us? You've been saying that a lot. So where are the others?"



"They're right here, Tifa!" The mature Tifa's eyes were wide and the younger felt herself as if hypnotized. Gazing into the depths of those dark brown eyes she could see herself...all various iterations. Some younger, some older. Some stockier, some more curvy and voluptuous. "All of us. Any knowledge the latest one of us possesses is absorbed as we join. Improving our odds in the battle ahead."



"But..."



"No..." Mature Tifa placed a finger her counterpart's lips, giving a small smile of her own before rising easily and sashaying over towards the baths. "We have plenty of time here. Plenty for me to fill you in and for you to tell me about yourself. It's one of the few pleasures we're allowed."



*****



"HA! Titfighting...really!?"



Scarlet scowled at the laughter coming from her counterpart. She swam over to where the woman lounged and pulled her upper half onto the wooden decking. "Is it that rare to try and put that fat titted cow in her place?"



"Oh no, there've been many of us who've mixed it up with the bitch when the occasion came up." Muscular Scarlet started ticking fingers. "There was the time we tore each other's clothes off in a general brawl when we threatened to shut down her bar. One time she worked at the Honeybee. We slighted her dancing...and may or may not have made a remark about it not being the real reason she was kept around. If we recall the show we put on led to entire night dedicated oil and mud wrestling. Another time we caught her going through files in our room. That version of us had taken a liking to kickboxing and gave a good fight. Can't remember how it ended though. Then there was..."



"I'm not talking about a passing encounter." Scarlet slashed her hand through the air. "Have none of us ever bothered to let her know how beneath us she is?"



"Ah...those. You want to know if you're the first to obsess over her." Muscular Scarlet smiled wickedly. "While it is not uncommon for us to hate Tifa on sight, even get physical, to do so repeatedly isn't. Perhaps one in three of us took her on repeatedly, and your situation is even rarer. I would have to delve deep into our memories to find something similar."



"Tell me about one!" Scarlet ordered, allowing her eagerness to show.



"Very well," She shrugged and took a moment to get her thoughts in order. "Hmm...yes, that one would be fun. She was actually one of the first of us, if I recall, and the first to meet Tifa outside of Midgar. She accompanied Sephiroth and his team to Nibelheim in that cycle. We met Tifa with the others and, as to be expected, disliked one another instantly. Even at her age she was as disgustingly well developed, with everyone's eye on her and no desire to share the spotlight. Likewise we also drew attention from the sheep who had likely never seen a woman from the Capital. And you know how women fighting to be the center of attention could be. I'll admit our dismissive attitude towards her home probably had something to do with her feelings, but it was beneath us. That night, returning from inspecting our secret lab, we found her waiting for us on the trail. She demanded an apology. We laughed and things escalated from there. She was still an amateur but after just a few minutes of thrashing through the brush and pulling hair we knew we were in over our head. So we USED our head."



"You didn't..."



"Indeed." She chortled, rising up to stride where Scarlet rested. Her hand dipped into the water and began to swirl it's surface. Within the swirl Scarlet saw images begin to form. "We challenged her to see who really was the better woman. She was surprised, but confident, and eagerly accepted. Unfortunately for her..."



The view was murky at first, all that could be heard was a steady, fleshy, thumping sound and painful sounding breaths. But she could make out two figures gyrating together in a familiar dance. Scarlet felt her lips curl into a smile as the fuzzy figures collided and became one. Then the view was clear and she watched as herself and Tifa clenched arms tightly around one another's backs squeezing mightily.



"How do they fell now you little tramp?" Scarlet heard herself hiss and her smile grew larger as this Scarlet slowly bent the much shorter Tifa. "Flat chested small town girl finally starts growing out and thinks she can tangle with the big girls!"



"If these flabby udders are what you big city bitches have then it's no competition," Tifa snapped back, back muscles straining as their tits beat a rapid staccato of short strikes before resuming grinding. "They're so soft I almost feel bad not just knocking out your teeth."



"Then why're you breathing so hard, little chickenshit."



"I'm holding up your fat ass, cow!"



Scarlet savored the familiar insults as she and her rival staggered back and forth in the brush, cursing and groaning. They were developing a very pleasant...sexy sheen under the moonlight...but at the same time Tifa's moans were coming faster and more tormented whereas Scarlet's grunts, while also pained, were increasingly aggressive. In a sudden explosive movement, Tifa flexed her arms, trapped under Scarlet's, and with a frustrated yell the blonde was forced to release her hold. "Are you going to run home to mommy now." Scarlet mocked as Tifa backed away, massaging her breasts. It suddenly occurred to the one watching that this version of herself knew what she was doing. This wasn't her first boob battle. Tifa on the other hand...



With a hissed whine, the teenage Tifa rushed at the older Scarlet, filling her hands with the woman's larger breasts. Scarlet laughed and after the initial push, grabbed the smaller woman's pert boobs. Now that she had an unimpeded view Scarlet scowled. Seriously, what god blessed the little tart! Even at her young age the bitch had a pair of immaculate, but not for long, C-cups that women far older would've died for. Then she cocked her head. This Scarlet's set, while also attractive, bore several healed scratch marks that marred their beauty, only confirming Scarlet's belief that this version was something of a veteran when it came to fighting other women. "I'm going to rip these floppy things off and feed them to you!" Young Tifa spat.



"Bigger...and better...women than you have tried brat," Scarlet laughed through gritted teeth. The brat's hands dug into globes of the older woman sinking dramatically into the pillowy flesh but seemed to be achieving far less than she was hoping. Her grip was strong and, displaying an intuitiveness, she held on tight and pounded the glands together, making them ripple enticingly and Scarlet gasp. However, in such a contest she lacked a potent weapon. Nails...nails that Scarlet had in spades and now dragged across the teen's firm teats to devastating effect. Tifa's face went white and a agonized sob squeaked out from between pale lips and sweat ran down her face and chest. She took a step back, but Scarlet wasn't about to let her prey get away and leaned in close. "Feel the difference, farm girl. Those are real breasts you're trying to crush. While yours..."



Tifa threw her head back in a silent scream, wanting to give voice to the torment of Scarlet's brutal fingers and claws, but clearly terrified of being caught. Caught in such an act or caught fighting such a high ranking member of Shinra, the watching Scarlet mused. "St...stop...please." Teenage Tifa whimpered, her hands finally releasing their grip and grabbing Scarlet's wrists. "I...I give. You...win..."



"Yes, yes I do." Scarlet hissed, pressing her forehead to the girl's, not letting go yet. "But to be sure, I think I'll leave you with a reminder. Of what happens when you try to talk back to your betters."



Scarlet's fingers curled in even more, Tifa rising up on her toes, breath hitching rapidly when the blonde's index suddenly flexed deeply. Tifa's eyes went wide, but before she could scream, Scarlet's mouth was over hers. Swallowing the scream, tongue flicking Tifa's tonsils as she went limp, before finally dropping her to the ground. Tifa's teary face stared up at Scarlet in shock, clutching her left boob, hand coming away bloody. "You...you..."



"Hmmm, not bad for a countryside hick." Scarlet smiled, licking her lips. She readjusted her blouse, keeping her eyes locked with the brunette. This done she knelt down next to her, Tifa flinching away slightly. "Now, when you're being our good little guide tomorrow, you will address me as ma'am, or miss. And no more funny business."



"Yes...miss..." Tifa responded after a pause. Scarlet's smile widened, patting the downed teen's cheek before making her back to the path back to Nibelheim. As they watched, the scene slowly faded, the pool water clear.



"So was she placid after that?" Scarlet asked.



"Oh...she behaved, to a degree. Though there were a couple incidents, which led us to keep a pair of troopers in front of us...just in case " Muscular Scarlet smirked, waving her hand. "We do find it curious though. This is something that you asked for. So why are you unsatisfied?"



"Hmmm...I'm not sure." Scarlet pulled herself out of the pool. "It may have to do with my new mindset. Ramuh removed a section of myself when Tifa and I arrived. Since losing it I have been...questioning a lot of the choices I made."



"Yes, he does that to the more...bloodthirsty of us." Scarlet's eyes gleamed. "We think we begin to understand why he sent you here instead."



"Instead?"



*****



"Normally we'd be called to meet you, after you'd been prepared." Mature Tifa sighed, dunking her head under the hot water. With a splash the re-emerged, flipping her long hair back and leaning against an edge. "Your time here with us would be short before..."



"Before?" Tifa asked. She sat close to a spout that brought in a constant stream of warm water. After that fight through the reactor, even if it was just muscle memory, she still felt incredibly sore and filthy despite not looking it.



"Before we merge with you...then you're taken for training by Ramuh."



"Merge with...training...we don't have time for any of that!" Tifa shot up to her feet.



"Be calm...you've been in the stream before. Many of us have. Time flows differently here." Mature Tifa patted the water near her, to which her counterpart hesitantly waded over to before sinking back down. "Talk to me. It is rare to have this much time to just sit and talk. Usually it's just a greeting and we become one, with the newest gaining all out memories and skills."



"I...okay..." Tifa's face scrunched up. "You said our lives are largely similar up to a point, yes?"



"Up to a point, correct. But there're always differences that lead down different paths. You've had the dreams, yes?" At Tifa's hesitant nod, she smiled. "We imagine it's frustrating from your point of view seeing some of the choices we made in our lives. But it's that uniqueness that intrigues us. The fact that she lets us make such detrimental decisions over the course of our lives. We would ask you to tell us some of your tale. Perhaps you've made some of your own, hmmm..."



"I've made plenty of bad decisions," Tifa grimaced, thinking hard. "Challenging Scarlet to a titfight on top of the cannon springs to mind, but things would've gotten physical regardless in that situation. If I had to choose a moment, it would be when I accused Cloud of being unfaithful."



"Truly? Such an act would be untoward in the Clouds we remember."



"It was...I had just lost a fight against Scarlet. A fight I sought out, knowing it was likely a trap. When he realized this I said things. Things that drove a wedge between us for some time."



"It is not uncommon to feel frustration towards him. Many of us feared his connection to Aerith and sometimes lashed out because of it."



"It wasn't Aerith...it was Josy..." Tifa rubbed her shoulders. "I...Cloud and I first consummated our relationship before they headed to the reactor at Fort Condor. I got left behind with Yuffie and we headed to Gold Saucer where we met my...our sister...Joslyn. There were some...incidents...before we left, but the long and short of it is that I invited her to join me and Cloud. I thought it would be a one time thing, after seeing how stifled she was at home, but..."



"Our sister... Not all of us ever met her. And of those that did we have no memory of her ever having romantic affections towards Cloud."



"Guess that just hammers home the fact that it really was all my fault." Tifa said lightly, trying to smile, but failing. "After losing to Scarlet I was angry and lashed out. When he asked me to just stop, I asked if he'd be so quick if Josy was in danger. It was stupid, but Josy had become addicted to him and he had developed a fondness for her. She still loves him even now and it feels sometimes that she's competing with me, considering how close we both gave birth to twins. And that's before I even get started on Yuffie...what?"



"Nothing...nothing." Her mature counterpart's laugh tinkled through the room. Even in this she looked refined. "You are a far more relaxed person than we ever were. And lucky to. None of us were blessed with children. Your uniqueness continues to interest me. I feel that Ramuh might've seen something special in you."



"Me? You just...you look and sound like the type of person so many think I am." Tifa said, running her hands back and forth through the water and sighing. "I was never that smart...or that clever. But when I hear the stories get told of what Avalanche accomplished I can't even recognize myself. It's like I was both leader and mother to the group, reining it in and guiding it to it's goals. Even Cloud, bless him, isn't immune to that. But you...if it was you, I could see it."



"Truly?" Mature Tifa laughed, the sound once more musical and Tifa felt a strong surge of affection.

 

"That is simply our combined knowledge...as well as a touch of Ramuh's influence. Under his training you will find your speech patterns altering. But we...me...as an individual...my...past was anything but. In fact you even caught a glimpse of it."



"I...did?"



"The dreams. When they start, the first one you witness is always the end of your predecessor. It is meant to be a warning."



"I don't...wait! You were the one that fought Scarlet in the tower!" Tifa gasped, sitting up straighter. "The one who..."



"Pulled us both to our deaths. Yes..." Mature Tifa nodded. "In our cycle only myself, Cloud and Barret got out in time when the plate fell. It changed us all, made us more extreme and violent. Barret focused his hate and rage on the Turks, Cloud, Shinra and Sephiroth...we...I targeted the one telling people how it was a necessary but great victory in order to end a terrorist cell. I...was determined to kill Scarlet. However, she was a far cry from the soft versions of my predecessors."



"She looked...strong...in the dream." Tifa admitted.



"Oh she was. She took considerable delight in the thought of personally torturing me during our first encounter. I...was dragged before her as a trophy after our failed infiltration of the Shinra Tower. After we were knocked unconscious when Hojo's lab exploded we were all imprisoned, but she sent a pair of guards for...me." Mature Tifa said, fingers swirling the hot water in a circle. The movement was hypnotic and Tifa couldn't drag her eyes away. She blinked as the water color changed, becoming a fuzzy backdrop. It was a room. It looked like a business room, but off in the corner she could also see a bed and dresser. Then she caught sight of the occupant and sucked in a breath as Scarlet swayed into view wearing nothing but a sheer red and black nightgown.



"Well now..." Scarlet smiled, standing over Tifa who glared up at her. Leaning over she ran a finger across the brunette's jaw, ignoring the two guards. "Now that we're alone and I can get a closer look at you, you are quite the pretty one aren't you. Do you actually fight for Avalanche? Or do you provide forms of...motivation?"



"Fuck you!" Tifa spat, teeth clicking, almost catching the blonde's finger tips.



"Tut tut," Scarlet clicked her tongue and delivered a stiff backhand to Tifa's face that knocked the brunette and the chair onto her side. Getting back up, Scarlet smoothed out her gown, strutting over to a wine bottle and pouring herself a glass. Meanwhile the two troopers that stood at Tifa's side, roughly pulled her back to an upright position. "Be careful girl. I'm in a good mood. Should that change I..."



An alarm immediately blared startling everyone in the room. Looking to her for instructions, Scarlet waved her hands impatiently and the two guards immediately ran for the door. Meanwhile the blonde stomped over to a phone and started yelling. Grimacing, Tifa let herself fall off the chair, rolled into a ball, squeezing herself in as tight as she could and finally getting her cuffed hands over her legs and to her front. Face set and fanatic she silently came up behind Scarlet, waiting for the moment she put down the phone, then lunged.



"What're you...gaaahhhhkkk..." Scarlet's hands grabbed for the chain holding Tifa's hands together, now pulled against her throat.



"Aerith...Marlene..." Tifa hissed into the blonde's ear. She pulled even harder. "Biggs, Wedge, Jessie and others. You're the first. For all the lying and propaganda!!"



Scarlet writhed wildly, surprising Tifa with how strong she was. However, she wasn't letting go. Then, just like that, she fell backwards towards the door, barely managing to get her hands to ease the fall. Then it hit her...her hands. They were free. Looking up she saw the flash of silver in Scarlet's hands. Bitch had unlocked her cuffs, freeing Tifa to free herself. She coughed, spat and raised her head to catch Tifa getting back to her feet, the brunette moving between her and the door. In no surprise to the one watching, but the one she faced, did Scarlet try and make a run for it. Instead her fist curled through the air to smash into the face of the younger woman who, while stunned by the blow, got her arm up to block the second one before lashing her own fist into the taller blonde.



Once more this Scarlet surprised her Tifa, rolling with the blow, ramming a fist into her stomach. Now acutely aware that she'd underestimated her opponent Tifa's fists became hammers as they pounded across the blonde's body. Likewise Scarlet's knuckles found Tifa's flesh repeatedly, both women yelping and cursing as they hammered one another toe to toe. A blow to her temple had Tifa stumble, shocked at the power behind the blows and the resilience of the woman. Lips pulled back in a fearsome snarl, Scarlet prepared to follow up only for Tifa to shove herself forward, landing a punch across the blonde's jaw, catapulting her back onto the bed behind her.



Scarlet writhed in pain, hands across her face, then pulled them back and screamed as Tifa flung herself onto the bed after her. Grabbing a handful of yellow hair, Tifa slammed a punch into Scarlet's face. Then another. Then...she yelled as she was pulled to the side by her hair, Scarlet now mounting her and assaulting her face with fore and backhand slaps. "How dare you! How dare you!" She shouted, enraged. Tifa snarled back legs kicking wildly, bucking furiously, then slapped aside Scarlet's hand and punched her across the cheek. Rolling again, she attempted to get up, only for Scarlet to grab her and continue the roll. With each tumble the women wrapped themselves in the smooth silk sheets until, with a scream their upper bodies tumbled off the bed, legs flailing and kicking until they too slid off.



The loud WHAP of slaps and crisp THUD of punches came from the far side of the bed when both reared back up into sight. Resembling a humped ghost, bumps formed all across the sheet that hid their feminine shapes, squeals and yelps and tearing sounds filled the room as the silk finally gave up the ghost and first Scarlet, then Tifa emerged. Sweating fiercely, but still fighting ferociously.

Hands gripped yellow and brown locks, clawed at faces and rained slaps across shoulders as both women abandoned any sense of skill in a fury and desire to hurt the other as much as possible. Holding each other by the hair and elbow they squirmed their way to their feet, shuffling away from the bed. A slap from Tifa garnered a punch from Scarlet which in turn earned a vicious blow that knocked the blonde out of the brunette's grip stumbling until her rump hit the chair the latter had been sitting. With a look of angry cunning she hefted the piece of furniture over her smoothly and with a rapid movement met the charging Tifa who screamed as it shattered across her body.



Tifa was no stranger to savagery. Her rivalry with her own Scarlet was proof of that. But partaking and watching were two different things. Even moreso when you no longer possessed had those feral urges like she normally did when it came to the blonde. Taking advantage of Tifa's hurt condition Scarlet powered up against the doors to her office, pounding her head repeatedly against the hard surface until a punch from Tifa surprised her. Spun around it was now her turn to have her head dent the solid wooden door, Tifa reaching to the side and dragging a massive bookshelf over. Fear giving her strength, Scarlet shoved herself into Tifa, knocking both away and to the floor as the shelf now blocked the entrance.



They traded punches that rocked both to their core, knocking one another to the floor, onto the bed, or across furniture repeatedly.



They scratched and slapped and bit. They clung to one another like lovers as they fell to the ground, rolling wildly across the carpet, hissing and pulling hair before dragging each other back up again.

They broke furniture on one another, hurled stationary at each other and got wrapped up in Scarlet's shower curtain as they stumbled into her washroom, screaming and yelling as the feeling of being trapped only caused them to up the violence before tearing through the fabric to better get at one another.



Tifa lost her t-shirt and Scarlet's nightgown ripped down the back to slip off her generous frame, leaving the pair to fight topless. In their state of undress the Tifa watching could that, yes indeed, this Scarlet was built differently. While her figure was still lush, it wasn't soft...or as soft. There was definite musculature around her arms and shoulders and back, all which flexed as she fought her enemy. Her belly was flat and, while not blatant, there was a slight hint of a six pack. Her butt, while was more toned rather than rounded. It was obvious this Scarlet took far better care of herself. And she said as such.



"She was familiar with one of the original trainers for the SOLDIER program." Mature Tifa replied. "He'd been her lover for a time before he was replaced with the training modules. During sex they'd often turn it into an impromptu training session. It was something she did afterwards to assert herself over new lovers or finally dissuade old."



"Do I even want to as how you know this?" Tifa asked as Scarlet hefted Tifa up in the air by her throat, strangling the shorter woman. A kick to the left tit set the orb bouncing and caused the blonde to drop her prey, who immediately charged, bearing her back with arms wrapped around the midsection.



"Not how you think." Mature Tifa shook her head. "She and I hated one another. After this, all we cared about was getting another chance to destroy one another."



"I'm surprised you didn't manage this time."



Mature Tifa's smile this time was cold, and looked out of place. She waved a hand over the water and the fight sped up. Tifa's eyes grew wider as it came to her just how long they'd fought until it finally slowed, both on their knees. Tifa bled from her lips, a cut on her cheek and bruises covered most of her body. Scarlet likewise was heavily bruised, blood leaking from her nostrils and a slice across her forehead. Hand around throats they exchanged slow, powerful punches while the door banged loudly and voices shouted.



They were swaying, dazed, tired and hurt. A punch across Scarlet's face had the blonde slip to the side and her retaliatory punch miss. She fell forward into Tifa who flipped them to the side, mounting the older woman again. One final punch had Scarlet's arms fall away and Tifa wrapped both her hands around the blonde's throat, squeezing. "For Marlene...and Aerith!" She hissed, lowering her face as Scarlet squirmed, clawing at Tifa's hands, trying to pry them away. "Die you corporate bitch! For Jessie...for Biggs...and..."



The door suddenly exploded inwards and a sword wielding Soldier rushed in, followed by several regular troopers. Tifa immediately fell off of Scarlet rolling behind the remains of a desk as they opened fire. "KILL HER!" Scarlet shrieked, hacking and coughing. Staggering to her feet she backhanded a trooper that was reloading, snatching his gun and joining in the gunfire. "KILL THAT BITCH!!"



From behind them, Cloud, Barret and Nanaki appeared, jumping the small squad. The fight was short and brutal, Scarlet slipping away in melee. When Tifa attempted to follow, Cloud grabbed her around the waist and carried her with them, Tifa screaming at him all the way. As they hit the stairwell, the vision slowly faded away and both Tifas looked at one another. "You and...I...your Scarlet and...mine... We are a lot more similar than many of the others."



Tifa swallowed, thinking back to the dream...then to her last fight with Scarlet. "So...what now."



"Now...you relax. We will talk more soon." Mature Tifa rose out of the water, shaking out her hair. Hands held in front of her as she stepped from the bath, gestured minutely and she mouthed several words. Behind her Tifa's movements slowed to a crawl, while she strutted outside, a robe forming to cover her curvy, but muscular form. Out in the open she stood patiently, waiting, until a portal opened. Gingerly she stepped through, inclining her head and Ramuh and the tall Lady. "Ramuh...my Lady. It has been...quite some time."



"Indeed little one." Ramuh nodded while the Tall Woman wandered over to rest a gentle hand across Tifa's head. "What is your first impression?"



"She is much like the last of us. Frighteningly so. Yet at the same time, not." Mature Tifa admitted. "Her hatred of Scarlet rivals many of ours, yet at the same time she resists it. She had loved ones that tempered the hate and kept it in check. Her sister, her Yuffie, her...Cloud."



"But your relationship with your Cloud was strong was it not." Ramuh remarked. Seeing her struggle he gestured and her posture changed. "There, I've suppressed the others for a moment. Should make it easier my dear."



"Cloud and I...I thought it was just sex." Mature Tifa said, her voice rougher now. "It was a way to escape the grief, even for a short time. I didn't realize he'd never married, even after I died. He fought alongside us, though I didn't recognize him. But after he got infected...and Scarlet obliterated him...I..."



"You regained your memories and killed us again...thus giving up our greatest chance at victory." Muscular Scarlet swayed out of her own portal, opposite where her Tifa stood, still wearing her sling bikini. "Maybe for a change we should eliminate him beforehand, to keep their mind in focus."



"He is as necessary as either of you. You're being provocative Scarlet. That's not allowed here." Ramuh remarked sharply, feeling the rise in Tifa, all of them surging back to the forefront in outrage.



"Whatever. It just hurt getting done in by her again. After everything we went through together to prepare." Muscular Scarlet sneered. Mature Tifa's expression slowly shifted, from placid, to disgust and annoyance. "So how long are we supposed to entertain ourselves? And where are they? Where are Shiva and Siren?!?"



"I have been searching for them." Ramuh frowned. "I know they've returned to the stream but for some reason they've been proving elusive."



"If they're here then they should be aware their responsibilities." Mature Tifa said, turning her gaze upwards at the constantly flowing Lifestream. "Could she be responsible?"



"No...she has been isolated to an increasingly minute section of the stream. I think this is their own personal choice." Ramuh shook his head, becoming thoughtful. "Since they're here now I've been able to manipulate their memories somewhat. This is something they probably haven't told you, but they were actually bonded to the two of them."



"That's...never happened before. Has it?" Mature Tifa glanced across at Muscular Scarlet who shook her head, looking as shocked.



"That's not even the interesting part." Ramuh continued. "You see..."



*****



Back to back with Elena, Yuffie hurled her shuriken, the blade cutting through swarms of bats. While it was in flight she gestured, the sweat covering both women floating off their bodies to form five waterballs the size of her fingernail, which sped off to punch holes in a pair of flying eyes with wings.



"Always hated those things," the kunoichi mumbled, snatching her returning weapon out of the air. She suddenly shivered with a violent chill. Instinctually...emotionally, her eyes turned back to where Cloud battled Tiamat.



"DIE!!"



She couldn't have heard those words over the din of battle. But she did. By the way Elena stumbled and turned she did as well. A couple yard away Josy, Jessie and Eight also spun around. More than that, was the effect it had on the monsters. Just like their reaction to Tiamat, now the monsters crouched low to the ground, those with wings wrapped them close to their bodies. Perfect targets that not even Beck and his crew could miss. If anything, being opportunistic, the former bandits now tore into the monsters with glee ahead of the others.



Instead of joining them though Yuffie's gaze found Josy's and saw the chill she felt reflected back. Something was wrong. Then her friend ducked, pulling her along to the side to make way for four red and black repurposed mechs marching to the front, machine guns blazing and rockets firing.

 

This was not how Cloud fought. And in remembering this, Yuffie also felt another worrying tug.



Where was Tifa?



*****



It felt like it was turning into weeks.



As least it did to Tifa. She'd black out, then wake as if asleep and find her counterpart outside. The first session ended quickly, the Mature Tifa attacking her with a fury that took her by surprise to the point she could only defend. And only for so long. It was some form of training and all the different versions of her had something to say or teach.



There was the version of her that found employment with Madame M and displayed a degree of sexual confidence that made even Tifa blush. She had been Avalanche's woman on the inside since she'd been a favorite of many from Shinra that visited the Sector and it was here she'd first met Cloud. In this universe Tifa took on Rosalind's roll, lasting only two sessions with Cloud before the tension between them exploded. This lead to some tension as Cloud had become something a favorite of one of M's other students, a girl called Naoko.



There was the one that supplanted Corneo as the Don of Sector Six. That one had a tumultuous relationship with Scarlet, working with Shinra for a long period of time, both women who had clawed their way to the top and refused to be subordinate to one another. After going mercenary, Cloud became both her lover and personal bodyguard, something Tifa took delight in rubbing in Scarlet's face. In that cycle Tifa only joined forces with Avalanche when Scarlet killed her favorite pet Monster House while demonstrating one of new mech designs. After which she jumped the fucking blonde in the backrooms in a catfight that spilled out into the arena where they were, eventually separated by Cloud and two of the Turks.



Then came the one that felt so similar that they could only pause and stare. Wearing a similar cowgirl outfit to her own, the memories flew between them. Larger than hers by a cup, this one's orbs were marred by healed scratches and punctures in the pale flesh. At the unasked question she simply nodded.



Scarlet.



No need for words. They knew what the other was thinking...what they wanted. In a synchronized motion they removed their tops. Before the pieces of cloth even hit the ground they had slammed together. It wasn't an emotional fight, despite the fearsome grunts and pained groans as they squeezed each other tightly, grinding the crushed mammaries together. Nor was it the most violent fight she'd been in spite of the savage yells as they hammered one another back and forth between the bar and bath area. But it was fierce, the Tifas taking turns pounding one another brutally to the floor, where they massaged their aching tits before leaping back up into the fray. It was uncontrolled, like when they fell together into the baths, the water churning as they continued fighting until rolling back out and across to the bar section.



But disturbingly, both wore wide, blissful smiles as they fought as women fought. No martial arts, no skill. Just woman to woman, bashing tits, pulling hair and the occasional scratch or slap. It was the mindless violence enjoyed by women who communicated better with their fists...or in this case tits...than with their mouths. So even though...at the end...Tifa found herself flat on her back, boobs drooping painfully, cheeks bright red and several fresh scratches across her torso all she could do was giggle hysterically. A giggle that slowly evolved into a full belly laugh. A relieved, weight lifting off your chest, laugh.



The other Tifa laughed along, her own breasts hanging down heavily despite their victory, extending a hand. Gripping each other by the wrist Top Heavy Tifa pulled Tifa up to her feet, sharing a final grin and nod. "Next time!" Tifa promised while her bustier counterpart only rolled her eyes. She thought she'd finally found one that she could relate to the best.



But the one she COULD relate the best to...or rather sympathise most with came later. And was one she already knew.



The one from her dreams that had been caught by Cloud. From the moment she surfaced Tifa could feel contempt radiating from the other versions. She herself felt a rising disgust at her appearance until their eyes met. Through them Tifa saw that any feeling she might have was dwarfed by the self loathing this one possessed.



Sharing memories Tifa both saw and felt the torment and self flagellation she went through after the incident, truly loving Cloud but suffering a moment of weakness when first faced with Scarlet's overpowering personality. She couldn't help but cringe, knowing how close she'd come to a similar situation herself, seeing how badly this version of herself and Cloud suffered because of the indiscretion. Even after they worked their way back together it badly affected her mind, causing her to seek his approval in near everything out of fear of losing him again.



But not only that Tifa noted, frowning slightly. This one...also hated Scarlet. No...hate was too tame a word for what she felt. She would, if possible, resurrect Scarlet just for the pleasure of killing her all over again. And this is also where Tifa caught on that something was being kept from her.



While they worked together Tifa told her about her Cloud back in the real world. The other Tifa's gaze, initially dreamy as she recounted their relationship and children, went bleak when she mentioned their first big quarrel with regards to Scarlet and Joslyn. She seemed to be looking inward at something and her entire body began to tremble. Then she screamed, clinging to Tifa and begging for forgiveness. She insisted it wasn't their fault and that it had been so long they'd just forgotten. If she'd known she'd have acted faster. Before she could go any further, the first Tifa she'd met took over and strode off without another word.



After that she hadn't seen her since. And while she did run into other versions of herself that had been with Scarlet they were more open about it, stating it was part of the job or that she had simply been a great lay. Both answers made Tifa gag at the mental image. Naturally, since they had access to her memories, these Tifas were quick to point out that she was in no position to judge. Which, loathe as she was to admit, was true. Didn't mean she couldn't take it out on them during training.

 

She also found that the level of martial prowess of her past selves was very inconsistent. There was only one that had managed to meet Zangan and challenge him to a fight, which she lost, but there were only a few that could match her martially. Even the first one was only probably around Josy's skill level. However she made up for it by being possibly the most physically powerful out of all of them. Others were about average, on par with herself when she first got to Midgar while still others fought with guns and batons.



*****



"So...which one are you today?" Scarlet asked, pulling down the shades she wore, lounging on the chair. She'd long since stopped questioning her black outs. Each time they happened she woke feeling refreshed and fully energized. As well as with a new version of herself to dominate. Or try to.



The last one she'd been with had taken up kickboxing as a hobby even before becoming Shinra's head of Advanced Weaponry. She had been a true rival to her Tifa, their fights pure martial skill. It had been an eye opening experience and a confirmation for Scarlet that she'd have had a far greater chance if she'd gotten her VR system online.



Of course there were also many who she viewed as pathetic. Scarlet's who reminded her of what she could have been if not for Tifa's provocation. Weaklings who would've lost a fight to that sickeningly sweet Cetra girl if given the chance. Of course she acknowledged that they had made significant advances in their mech suits and automatons without the distraction that was Tifa, but Scarlet still felt dirty seeing just how laughably weak they were in an actual fight.



But the Scarlet that faced her now, nude, looked anything but weak. Her belly was flat beneath a pair of impressive knockers, arms and legs toned with definite signs of musculature. Even her face possessed the bare minimum of fat, and lips curled into a look of contempt with an exaggerated snort. Immediately Scarlet sat up, a combative expression crossing her smiling face. "Oh, you're one of those. Good! I need a palate cleanser after the last one."



"Unlikely, amateur." This counterpart sucked in a breath and suddenly Scarlet knew exactly who she was dealing with. And her smile, if anything, grew even wider and she scrambled to her feet, tearing the bikini in her haste to remove it. "I'm at least glad to see getting your ass kicked in by my predecessor didn't leave you scared. If you don't fight back I won't have any fun popping those floppy bags you seem so proud of."



"You talk a big game." Scarlet retorted, staring at the pair of breasts facing her. They were larger than hers, not by much, but enough to be noticeable. She could see the healed scratch marks on the hefty orbs and swallowed in excitement. She'd been looking forward to meeting this iteration of herself. "But if I've heard right you became the bridesmaid to Tifa's bride after she found her way to Midgar. I believe the final count I heard was..."



Immediately the scarred Scarlet lunged, and their boobs splattered together violently, quivering wildly from the impact and the loud CRACK of the flesh meeting. Like a starting gun the two blonde now flailed their choice of weapons ferociously beating one another back and forth, to and fro along the pool border. A powerful WHACK saw the smaller Scarlet topple to the side, falling into the water, but a hand snatched a fistful of yellow hair, dragging in the other with her. The water bubbled ominously with what was happening beneath it, then they surged to the surface, arms wrapped tightly around one another, squeezing, snarling before disappearing under again. They emerged once more, splashing madly, closer to the shallowed this time, then went under again.



Finally one emerged, long hair obscuring her face when and chest, bouncing to the shallower areas, when the other erupted nearby and they swung their breasts together, while inching their way up the shallow end.



*****



"Not exactly what I'd call training..." Ramuh noted drily, observing the activities. The Tall Lady watched placidly alongside him, her head tilted and she ran her hands over her own monstrous breasts and gave him a curious look. He shook his head. "No, it isn't entirely uncommon, but it is rare...or rather it should. For easily observable reasons it caught on during this cycle. No, I don't imagine it would be fair for you to take part."



She gave a pretty pout and waved her hand, altering the image as the two Scarlets bashed their way up the pool stairs, clinging to the support bars, to Tifa's section. Here two brunette's exchanged a flurry of punches and kicks until one grabbed an arm, hurling the other to the ground. A heel stomp missed, the downed woman rolling away and leaping to her feet, transitioning to a kick that shot dirt and turf into the face of the other and the fight continued. Lady pointed.



"No, despite everything, this is just them." Ramuh glanced behind them where the Behemoth and Coeurl still were. Though no longer in the original position. The Coeurl, battered and bloody, with broken fangs now dug it's claws into the Behemoth's back, who had lost a tusk and an eye. Then Ramuh looked further and watched as another Tifa and another Scarlet fought without restraint, blood streaming from wounds, cuts and punctures. It had long since stopped surprising him the level of vitriol mortals possessed, but even still, the amount these two had for one another gave him pause. If not for his magic one...or both would've expired by now. Unfortunately their use hadn't come to an end yet. "The pair of them innately enjoy conflict. With Tifa it is more obvious, with her lifestyle based around getting stronger. Scarlet, while discovering it late, was a woman that sought to be the top of the food chain. It is interesting..."



She cocked her head.



"I've been finding myself thinking, what with the way this cycle went. Cloud was a failure, destined to just be fodder in some future conflict of Shinra. Yet it was his desire to save Tifa and stop Sephiroth that awakened the strength that brought Hojo's attention and gave him what he wanted. A chance to be a SOLDIER. There is always something...someone that gives Cloud power, or a taste of it. Likewise...Tifa's relationship with Cloud always ends in the carnal, even if it had been platonic for most of their lives. There's always an event that awakens a need in her for him and vice versa. She wants him, and wants to protect him. And as Sephiroth was to Cloud, Scarlet becomes an obstacle to Tifa at a turning point, leading to the two fixating on one another." Ramuh weaved his hands, bringing up images of the three, finally pointing at Scarlet. "She is the dark horse. Cloud fought to prove himself and protect those he loved. Tifa did the same, but also because she enjoyed fighting, pushing herself to become stronger. Scarlet also enjoyed fighting, but insomuch as it allowed her to establish dominance over others. But even then it was tempered, controlled as all she defeats act in the accepted manner...until she encounters Tifa. Then it becomes a driving force, an obsession."



Another curious look.



"She has built herself up as the pinnacle of femininity, only to get knocked off her pedestal by a, in her mind, lesser woman. It enrages her. It galvanizes her to act out." Ramuh holds up a finger. "But if she wins, Tifa doesn't act in the expected manner. She's not submissive, instead she remains hostile. She's something Scarlet cannot abide, so it keeps escalating between them because Tifa won't back down either. Tifa ends up becoming the center of the conflict. Being caught between loving Cloud and wanting to fight Scarlet. But in this cycle, Shiva and Siren interfered, leading to the relationship evolving into both hostile and carnal. Tifa hates Scarlet, as well as how her body reacts to their fights and Scarlet hates Tifa, but also wants to dominate and control her."



She spread her arms, to encompass the scenes of the two women.



"No it's not the same. It's the isolation that eventually leads to that. As well as her presence, but unfortunately, she's necessary. The loop gifts us two of our greatest weapons, but denies us that which could temper them." Ramuh sighed. "If we could've brought him here perhaps we would've broken free long ago. But, even if we could, without Ifrit..."



*****



"DIE!!"



Diabolos felt a chill in his bones at the rumbling demand. This was not the same being he'd assisted Alexander in capturing. This union was near absolute and it's results were obvious. Some of the smaller, weaker monsters did as ordered, falling over as their hearts burst in what could only be terror. Even the larger ones weren't unaffected, but still snapped and snarled and fought on. A dragon, threatening their flank by attacking a small grouping of their troopers recoiled, blinded by a flash. He sliced his hand through the air, a void decapitating the creature before it even realized what had happened.



"You're welcome beloved." Diabolos hissed and opened a rift to swallow an Ochu whole, to hide the embarrassment at the pulsed message.



Off to the side, Titan ripped tentacles, arms and/or legs off any beast unfortunate to be in front of him. Revelling at finally having a release to all the frustrated rage that had built up over this entire debacle. He embraced Cloud's declaration, roaring as he tore a massive Serpent in two, then used it's top half to bludgeon a Dragon Zombie. Both ally and former enemies stared in shock at the normally composed Esper as his body trebled in size and he flung himself to the forefront of the battle.

 

While Titan used blunt force, Nanaki was like a ghostly scalpel, leaping between monsters and would be long past and dealing with another when they would fall over with throats torn out or limbs rendered useless. Howling into the air, those nearby felt themselves infused with new power and a feeling of intense aggression, hacking with swords, firing guns until the barrels ran hot or were out of ammo and then flipping them around to use as impromptu clubs.



Wielding two swords of white light Alexander swung them crosswise, cutting a Chimera into four sections, spinning around to slice off, what he assumed was the head, of a many eyed crab like creature. His eyes were narrow as he surveyed the battlefield.



This was too easy.



After her initial arrival and the swarm of creatures at her beck and call, they'd held the line and were now pushing back. It might have something to do with Cloud and Bahamut keeping her attention, but he knew the stories about the first war with Tiamat, and how it took the Espers aligning with Arthur and his knights to finally defeat her. Something was wrong...he just didn't know what.



*****



While he was incapable of sweating, Ramuh could still feel frustration. If it wasn't for his mistress's control of the time flow, they would've been long past the point of no return and yet his search spells were yielding no fruit. Think...he told himself. They were here...they had to be since Tifa and Scarlet were. And with that being the case their memories should've also returned which...logically speaking...meant they'd already be here. Unless they were...hiding...perhaps shielding themselves? They had to know what was at stake...but still Ramuh sent out a feeler, this time not searching for the two Espers, but rather traces of their power. This done, he moved over to where his mistress observed their guests.



"Breathe out slowly." Tifa said, foot extended in a kick. In time with her breathing she retracted the foot, bending the knee, twisting herself to have it land with the heel pressing against the outside of the other foot. Now she breathed in, spinning around slowly and extending the other foot in a kick at waist height. To her left, the other Tifa followed her motions, albeit clumsily. Based on her mana it was the unfaithful one again. Displaying her mothering instinct, Tifa had taken that personality under her wing, protecting it against the others, even to the point of getting into a short, if brutal, catfight with one of her more crude incarnations.



Not even attempting to pretend to be a martial artist that Tifa had opened with a kick to the crotch and flinging her gasping counterpart, screaming into the baths. This Tifa hadn't taken Zangan's training manuals to heart, instead adopting fully the brawling style of Midgar's slums. Had Tifa been whole, the fight might've lasted longer or been more even savage as she would've revelled in it. But without her negative emotions clouding her judgement, she viewed the other as merely an obstacle.



Still adopting her "fairness" she fought the other Tifa on her terms. Biting when bit, scratching when possible, punching and slapping and brawling wildly across the floor it finally hit the other Tifa that she was being played with. In a rage she shattered a chair across Tifa's back, driving the brunette the ground.



Her kick, however, was grabbed and she was yanked to the ground. "My turn!" Tifa hissed, grabbing the other foot and swinging her counterpart over her head to smash through a standing table, then flung across the room to roll up against the bar. Weakly getting back up, her face was pushed against the laminate covering the bar top. Tifa moved her face close, her voice a light hiss. "You might look like me...but you're not me. And you in particular wouldn't be a challenge even to our sister. Now disappear back into whatever hole you crawled out of and let the other back out!"



"The conflict is only natural, seeing as how they've lived different lifestyles." Ramuh sighed, shaking his head. "They've never spent this much time together before. If this continues, there will be more personality clashes, which may affect the merger. We have to find those two as soon as possible."



The Lady's hands waved in the air, gesturing in Tifa's direction, then pointed across at a new window in the stream. It was of Scarlet's area, but appeared empty. At least until a blonde body flew out from between the glass doors. Jumping back to her feet, Scarlet gave a yell and rushed back into the mansion. Ramuh shook his head and sighed, while the Lady grinned and snapped her fingers. Inside of Scarlet's mansion was a wreck as the blonde duo hammered punches into soft bodies across the center of the living room. A punch to the forehead stunned the more muscular looking Scarlet, the other grabbing her hair and jumping to bash a knee between her eyes. With a pained curse, she stumbled back to land on a couch that had managed to remain upright.



Not for long, though as Scarlet, eager to resume leapt onto her downed counterpart, knocking over the piece of furniture with them on it. Loud and steady thumps as they continued brawling unseen until Scarlet emerged, held by her throat and punched back over the couch by her muscular version. She spat as Scarlet rolled, groaning. "Almost had me there, cxnt." She sneered, then looked around. "Dammit, you have any idea how much mana it's going to take to fix this place back up!"



"A lot more than last time." Scarlet growled, staggering back to her feet. She gave her other a cocky smirk. "Cause I'm not done yet. Your ass is mine this time."



"I think getting your ass kicked by Tifa all the time turned you into a masochist." Muscular Scarlet grunted, then grinned, cracking her knuckles. "But hell, I never turned down a chance a beat a bitch into submission before. No point in starting now!"



"Just as Tifa found a favorite, so did Scarlet." Ramuh grumbled, scratching his beard. Lady turned away, giving a pointed stare at the Behemoth and Coeurl. This time the Coeurl lay pinned under the Behemoth's paws, it's claw swiping across the bigger monster's face.



"Yes, the similarities are there, but the differences are stark." Ramuh, moved over to the constructs of Tifa and Scarlet's negative feelings. "They are both solitary creatures, living alone for most of their lives, but that's where the similarity ends. Behemoths live alone, but when they mate, they do so forever, often refusing to eat when their mate dies until they also pass on. And there are fewer things more dangerous than a Behemoth protecting it's family or young. Coeurl's live alone until overcome by a desire for companionship...or domination depending on who you talk to. Always exclusively females they establish a pack, themselves as the matriarchs with exclusive access to the males."



Ramuh now moved back over to his mistress, laying the images of Tifa and Scarlet side by side. Tifa guiding her other self through a kata, Scarlet and her peer dragging down a curtain as they wrestled, tearing through the material to better get at one another. "Tifa I was somewhat expecting, but I will admit Scarlet took me by surprise. Even her more violent incarnations still valued intellect, but this one fully embraced her combative aspect. I expected her, once free of it, to be horrified or at least perturbed by her behavior. Now I question if it was just holding her back and...THERE YOU ARE!!"



Lightning arced around Ramuh as his gaze shifted outwards and his hands moved as if grasping something trying to desperately escape. Bolts ran along his arms into his hands, sparking furiously until he roared with effort and clenched them tight. Lightning struck twice behind them and two figures emerged from the blackened craters. Siren and Shiva both, floated above the pits, glowing with power as they glared across at Ramuh.  Who, in response also released his power to match theirs. The tension was palpable until both Shiva and Siren's powers abruptly faded and they fell to the ground, hastily falling to their knees as Lady made herself known.



"You two, out of all the others, know what is at stake." Ramuh boomed, swelling to giant size glaring down at the prostrate green and white Espers. "Still you hid. Why did you attempt to avoid your duty?!"



"You ask us, after the path this cycle took!?" Shiva demanded, shoving herself up on her hands.



"After what we experienced...what we are required to do!!" Siren finished, equally defiant.



"Siren/Shiva!?" Both Espers froze, terror and joy vying for control at the four voices in two distinct cadences. Two rushed forward while the other pair moved sedately two now paused in confusion.

 

Confusion as one Tifa went to Siren while the other embraced Shiva. Confusion as Scarlet glanced at muscular Scarlet, then to the female Espers, then to Ramuh. "What's going on here!?"



"Why are you over there?" Tifa asked her counterpart, looking across in confusion. Farther back, Scarlet and her other self regarded the scene with calculating expressions.



"Why are you all here?" Ramuh now demanded.



"I...felt Shiva's return and thought it was time." Mature Tifa replied, confusion etched onto her face.

"Same thing here," Muscular Scarlet said, stepping forward. "Can't mistake Siren's mana."



"None of this makes any sense." Tifa snapped, holding on tightly to a stricken looking Siren. "Siren's my partner...was my partner. We...



"She's not supposed to be..." Mature Tifa sighed. She approached Tifa and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Tifa...when we are brought here for training, SHIVA was assigned as our Esper. It was decided that Siren more suited Scarlet's personality."



"I have questions about this training you keep harping on about." Scarlet now spoke up sharply. "All of Lockhart's brains might've gone into her tits, but I can still use mine. Every memory I've seen of my former selves show Tiamat's defeat. Sometimes she's on the ropes even before Tifa and I get involved. So what aren't you telling us."



Ramuh sighed, and suddenly Tifa and Scarlet found themselves bound in lightning. "What...is this!?" Tifa struggled wildly as her other self maneuvered in front of her, holding her steady and pressing their foreheads together. Her body went stiff and she moaned loudly. The unbound Scarlet grinned and turned to her own twin, who remained still and glared challengingly at her.



"Oh don't be that way." She remarked rubbing their noses together. "Here, I'll help you answer a question we've all asked at one point or another."



With that she pressed their lips together hard. Neither Scarlet flinched away from the kiss both moaning as all four started to glow.



Then the screaming started. It never changed Ramuh decided...then remembered he had the same thought every time as well.



Tifa felt as if her jaw would dislocate, seeing the rapidfire memories of each of her past selves. Their return to the surface, the fight against Tiamat and the upheaval. Fighting alongside her friends as, one by one, they fell to...to Jenova. Yuffie, Barret, Cid...even the Turks sacrificing themselves one by one. And Cloud...Cloud dying again and again with Bahamut. Even by her...by her...she screamed even harder.



Loud grunts issued out from between Scarlet's clenched teeth as the memories continued to assault her brain. Fighting alongside Tifa, back to back against Jenova. While their ALLIES...buzzed around the behemoth providing constant stinging distractions. But more often than not they would fail, first one, then the other falling to Jenova's relentless attacks, forcing the Planet to fight back personally. Then slowly, the tides turned in their favor...but proving far more costly than the Planet could endure. All because of HIS interference...



Finally the lights faded and where there were once four were only two. Both remained still, bodies ramrod straight, but under closed eyelids, eyeballs darted rapidly to and fro. Tifa recovered first, giving an explosive gasp, as she staggered forward on wobbling legs. As she stabilized, Scarlet too gave a sharp inhalation, clutching a hand over her chest. Ramuh started to gesture again, when the Tall Lady placed a hand on his shoulder and shook her head. Coming back fully to her senses, Tifa pinned Scarlet in a stare, that the blonde returned. A second past, then another and Tifa launched herself at Scarlet both women throwing a punch. Scarlet's flying over Tifa's head, the ducking brunette's crashed across her jaw, sending her to the floor.



"YOU KILLED HIM!" Tifa shouted, slamming kick after kick into the downed blonde. "YOU KILLED MY...KILLED OUR CLOUD!!"



Curled up beneath her Tifa couldn't see the cold fury blazing behind Scarlet's blue eyes. In the back of her mind she started counting the seconds between each kick. Two. As soon as the next kick landed she rolled in Tifa's direction, fist punching upwards. She caught the brunette on in the inside of the thigh, not her target, but close enough to make her jump back. "You killed him too, damned hypocrite." she snarled, getting up to a knee and massaging her arm. "After everything we went through together. After what we meant to one another, you..."



"NOT ANOTHER WORD!!" Tifa bellowed, struggling with herself. She stomped back and forth, grunts and groans following each heavy step. "Why...why can't we...I get worked up!? I don't love you! I HATE you..!!. We...hate you...! So why can't we... It's like there's a fire in the pit of my stomach being constantly quenched. We...I want to get angry...but instead it's telling me to...to..."



"Your baser emotions are still sealed away." Ramuh explained, pointing. Still locked in perpetual conflict, the Behemoth and Coeurl looked decidedly more ragged...and bloody. "The proximity allows you to tap into them to a degree...but not enough to completely lose control."



"Why did I...why did we have such..." Scarlet struggled to find the words. "Str...stro...fond feelings for Lockhart. We...I never even felt that depth of feelings even for Rufus."



"That's..." Ramuh hesitated.



"Show them Ramuh!" Siren hissed, coming up behind Tifa, resting a hand on the girl's trembling shoulder. "Or I will. Show them what happens next."



"This helps no one, Siren. You should be aware..."



"No more talk Ramuh." Shiva now rasped, standing next to Scarlet. "Do it!!"



"Remember...you asked for this." The god of the Storms warned, slamming his staff to the ground. The entire floor flowed into a series of images. A ranch house near a swamp. A tasteful bungalow in a suburban area. A small cabin surrounded by water.. Dozens upon dozens of different locations. In each vision two figures battled savagely.



Tifa and Scarlet wrestled bitterly in the mud and muck of the swamp, rolling in it's filth until barely recognizable, dueling with farm implements until a cruelly grinning Tifa hefted an impaled Scarlet off the ground with a pitchfork. In a penthouse they hurled furniture, ornaments and cutlery at one another. Crashing together they brawled savagely to the outside where they fell into a large pool. Reaching the surface first Scarlet grabbed a light fixture, smashing it over the rising brunette's head, holding her under the water while stunned, a beatific smile on her face as her younger rival's struggles slowly stopped. On a mountain top Tifa and Scarlet exchanged brutally powerful punches and swift kicks. Falling to her knees Scarlet grabbed a convenient rock, hurling it at Tifa who dodged and planted a lunging knee between the blonde's eyes. She heard, rather than felt the snap, and fell to her side defenceless as Tifa kicked her one last time, over the edge to a fall through the clouds.

Faces mirroring each other's hatred they fought and killed one another over days...then months...then years.



Each day the one murdered would be brought back, screaming as the killing resumed. But finally...brains probably overloaded by the constant cycle of death and resurrection they held off, Ramuh now appearing to them with Shiva and Siren.



Now the training began. Ramuh guiding them in controlling Siren and Shiva's powers, while channeling their combat desire against summoned monsters. Their time fighting one another had sharpened their abilities, but the new powers only highlighted their hostility. After they were done fighting monsters, they now turned their new powers onto one another. The seasons flew by unnoticed as they slipped into a rhythm. During the day they fought monsters, at night they fought each other. However, now, Ramuh placed a limitation on them, preventing killing. So now the fights were strictly to establish dominance. Which ended up having unintended consequences as it took a lot for either prideful woman to submit.



At the end of a particularly enthusiastic night of brawling Scarlet found herself wedged beneath Tifa under a mass of hay that had fallen over them. The enclosed area, the sweaty musk, the constant flesh on flesh contact and the simple fact that neither had had sex in what was now decades finally exploded in an orgy of sex as violent as their fight had been. Angry grunts now gave way to passionate moans as the two gave in to long ignored needs. At the same time...for the FIRST time...neither gave a thought to those left behind. Tifa in particular gave no thought to Cloud while she and Scarlet writhed together nightly, their aggression giving way to passion. A passion encouraged by the three Espers as now progress began to be made in leaps and bounds.



The first decade saw them need to, occasionally, suppress Tifa's thoughts as her blonde lover was occasionally replaced in her mind by a slim, also blonde, muscular young man. Unlike Tifa, Scarlet had kept a plethora of lovers, though occasionally she looked over her shoulder, remembering a blonde young man in a white suit. They...



"NNNOOOAAAHHHHHH!!"  The noise broke them out of the reverie. Tifa's shriek carried a wide spectrum of emotion and Siren offered no resistance when the girl pounced, bearing her to the ground. She didn't fight back against the teary eyed young woman as her head was slammed repeatedly to the ground. At their back, was an explosive CRACK, followed by a roar as the Behemoth moved...flowing back into Tifa. "WHY!? WHY DID YOU MAKE US FORGET HIM! WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO US!?!"



"To increase our fighting potential." Scarlet spoke calmly, hand rubbing her face. Fingers opened to display blazing, blue eyes as she fought to retain her collected nature. If she gave into those urges again...well that was how they ended up here in the damned first place. "No connection to anything but each other. That way we'd not be distracted. You...are all...absolute...FOOLS!!"



"I'm sorry. So...so...sorry." Siren whispered, to Tifa alone, her tears mingling with those that fell onto her face. "We were just supposed to guide you through your training. There was no connection...no feelings between us. It was thought that if you were given just a little nudge..."



Tifa pulled back a fist, every fiber of her being demanding she smash in the face of the one beneath her. Siren offered no resistance, her own expression deeply stricken. Tifa gave a stifled sob and fell off the prone Esper, entire frame shaking. Grief, disgust...rage...probably all of the emotions. Scarlet glanced over at Shiva. "And what was your role in all of this?"



"Despite what we got into, you were the one to truly introduce me to the joys of mortal coitus." Shiva replied simply. "Siren simply had abilities that lent to make you both more pliable and easy to work with. Having the two of you as lovers cut down learning how to channel the Planet's power by at least half a millenia."



"The Planet's...! Half a...?!" Scarlet now struggled to process what she learned. Finally she grabbed hold of the simplest one and forged ahead. "Just...how long were we kept here?"



"The longest...six hundred and forty seven years and thirteen days." Shiva replied, lips curling snidely. "The cleverest of you managed to get it down to five hundred and nine years, one hundred and five days."



*****



Cid groaned, clutching his head, stumbling towards the rear of the ship. The door was already open and his vision blurred as he stepped inside, blinking rapidly at Rufus's presence there. "What're you doin' in here?"



"Same reason as you I imagine," Rufus grimaced, pressing fingers to forehead. "They're getting more and more insistent."



"Yeah," Cid mumbled, feeling the headache slowly fade now that he was here. In fact it felt like his entire body was being soothed. "What the fuck do ye' bastards want? In case yah haven't noticed we're kinda in the middle of something!"



The rock pulsed rapidly, the stand holding it beginning to blister.



"Big? What's big?" Cid demanded roughly. "Speak sense."



"Bigger than the, so called, mother of serpents?" Rufus raised an eyebrow. "I'm finding that hard to believe."



"She is not the threat." Arthur appeared before them, clad in his armor. "The others cannot feel what's coming because they never faced off against it. But we can. Because our people suffered at it's hands. Even as I am now I can feel it's ancestral hate for our defiance."



"You suffered at..." Rufus suddenly stepped forward. "I've heard of your tale. You were of the Cetra bloodline before becoming an Esper. You're talking about...!



"Yes...Jenova!"



*****



"No wonder..." Scarlet folded her arms and glared across at Ramuh. Tifa, too, rose supported by Siren. "Kept constantly busy, it is no wonder our minds were so easily manipulated. All we had were our hatred of each other and the exhaustion from the training and fighting. And after scouring all of our memories...it was not uncommon for us to engage in hate filled coitus from time to time. But I still need to ask. Why for Jenova? Despite the legends, Jenova was dealt with quite handily by Avalanche. Why is she now so dangerous? None of the others ever bothered to ask."



"That..." Ramuh started, when Tall Lady rested a hand on his shoulder and nodded. He sighed. "Jenova is not so a creature to be destroyed by simply destroying a body. After all, Avalanche destroyed three of them. No...Jenova...Jenova in actuality is more likened to a Weapon. Omega Weapon exactly."



"You mean she's..."



"Yes...she's the last resort of another Planet somewhere out among the stars." Ramuh nodded again. "When she first landed we were unaware of what she was. Tiamat battled and buried her in the Northern Crater, thinking it over. But all she did was give Jenova access to the Lifestream...which it used to empower itself as well as spread it's corruption across the world."



"If that's the case...then isn't it impossible to completely destroy her." Tifa stated hesitantly. "If she has become a part of the Lifestream..."



"She is still following the purpose for which she was created...to turn this world into a facsimile of her original." Ramuh explained. "To do that it'll try and corrupt the richest source of the Planet's Lifestream...it's heart...over which Midgar was built. Everything has been leading up to this. Corrupting Tiamat, all but wiping out the Cetra, Sephiroth. It was all to weaken the Planet such that at this moment Jenova's chance of victory is it's highest. It will use Tiamat to weaken your allies, and when it emerges it will immediately exert control over anything...or anyone that carries a piece of it."



"The SOLDIERS!!" Horror crossed Tifa's face at the realization. "Cloud! Edge!!"



"And many monsters. Now you understand why we go through the lengths we do. It is a fight for the very Planet." Ramuh grimaced. "And yet it still puts you all ahead of it's own survival. Even if victory is in our grasp, if the damage is too high...the losses too dire...she expends her own dwindling reserves to unleash a Planet-wide Time spell that takes us back to when the Cetra still existed. Any further would risk alerting Jenova of her actions."



"And you've never tried another option?" Scarlet demanded. "After each time the fact that our forgotten memories proved a liability, didn't you think to reassess?"



"There is no other way to get through the training process." Ramuh stated firmly. "With your memories intact you are distracted. By those you left behind and one another. Even with the time dilation it proved impossible."



"What if..." Tifa hesitated. "What if we skipped the training?"



"Then you wouldn't be able to utilize HER power." Ramuh snapped. "Let me be clear. It took the two of you, your allies and friends AND the Weapons to defeat her and still the losses were deemed unworkable. If you aren't able to utilize the Planet's power..."



"Now I see why you let Schroeder do the bulk of the work." Scarlet remarked sarcastically. "Because for all your appearance he was the brains of the operation."



"Was that supposed to make me angry?" Ramuh glanced across at Scarlet. "Because you picked a strange tack."

 

"No, it was supposed to make you think! It feels like the old doctor did all of that for you." Scarlet hissed, nodding at Shiva. She stamped her foot and now blue images began spreading along the floor. "You mentioned us, the others and the Weapons...but last I checked there was another group up there fighting as well. Are they part of your calculations?"



*****



Titan fought alongside Odin and Barret, the former and latter bellowing challenges at the monsters facing them, while Odin's sword sung as it sliced through flesh and bone and tentacle.



Elena and Seraphim battled beside Reno and Diabolos, the pale glowing Esper's barriers absorbing hit after hit, protecting a small group of Beck's bandit group that fired nonstop into an advancing cloud of small flying monsters. Both Turks fired their pistols with pin point accuracy, each loud BANG accompanied with a creature falling. The ground rumbled and Terrato erupted from beneath, maw wide to swallow down a sizeable chunk of the swarm before disappearing back underground. With a loud grunt, Diabolos sliced his hand through the air, cutting through the monsters and eliminated many that remained.



Safely behind them, Viola reached into a bag and chugged down a bottle of bluish liquid, grimacing at a bitter taste, small lights dancing around her sweating body. The fairies darted to and fro, their healing energies re-invigorating the combatants as well as closing shallow cuts and soothing bruises.



Two of the lights hovered almost in perpetuity around the red haired Turk, Reno and Viola both shooting quick glances at one another while the other looked away. The tension around them was thick enough that those around felt it, but whatever was left between them would have to wait.



Carbuncle shielded Yuffie, Joslyn and Nanaki as the trio broke off from Elena and Reno, battling towards where Eight and his group stood. Grabbing her arm, Josy threw Yuffie up into the air, to kick a Bomb into a group Gigas where it exploded. Too tough to be killed by the volatile creature, they were still stunned and defenseless while Nanaki and Fenrir ripped out their throats. As they reached Eight, Jessica, Yangus and Red they were swiftly joined Tseng and the remaining Turks. The small, but powerful group bludgeoned their way through the mob of monsters with Golem and Kujata at the head, linking up with Alexander who defended a small group of troopers, led by a familiar tonfa wielding man who supported a pinched faced blonde.



Fighting alone, but close, Zangan moved with a precision that seemed to shock the monsters as much as it did his allies. Simple blows that looked like they should barely register had the creatures fall over dead or howling in unexplained pain. A monster with a pair of massive horns attempted to impale the greybeard, but Zangan  ducked between the horns and under it's jaw as it charged, using it's momentum to tip it over onto it's back where it kicked furiously until Eight stabbed his spear into it's soft underbelly.



As if now free to move, Alexander, clad in glowing white armor, leapt into the air, firing off a trio of beams that cleared a path for him through the horde. A path that led straight to where Tiamat and Cloud battled, the Dragon queen slamming the young man into the ground, then hurling him through rubble. Before she could even reset her stance, Cloud was on her again, sparks flying between their clashing bone blades, a punch from Cloud receiving a kick in response. With her opponent sliding back, a dragon head once more manifested over Tiamat's shoulder, blasting fire in Cloud's direction. Flames leaking from his mouth Cloud fired back, the heat from the clashing energies driving away those close by. Face contorting in rage, another head appeared across Tiamat's other shoulder and Cloud abandoned the contest, wings beating powerfully to propel him into the air.



Her own wings flaring outwards, Tiamat moved to intercept him, only to be blasted back down by Alexander. "Your time is over Tiamat!" Bahamut growled through Cloud, flexing his claws. Tiamat roared in a fury, her human guise flickering, becoming more draconian. More...corrupted. Cloud caught a brief glimpse of her true face and felt his gorge rise in his throat despite everything else. Then it was gone and she swung towards Alexander, swatting away another blast, then another, before leaping back into the air.



"You always were a disappointment, Bahamut." She intoned, flying up opposite them. "So weak compared to your brothers. Incapable of earning a name for yourself."



"Yet you haven't been able to deal with that weak son." Cloud snarled, his entire body crackling with power. Bahamut's rage was his, their union perfect as they flew slowly above the battlefield. His claws lengthened, canines became fangs in his mouth and across his head was a crown of sharp horns. "And now WE are going to put you back in that hole you crawled out of."



*****



"I will admit...this is something unexpected." Ramuh admitted, observing the battle unfold. "But you insinuate that he somehow knew this was going to happen?"



"Probably not something of this scale." Scarlet shrugged. "But during our final conversation he hinted that he knew something was coming. Something that you had gone ahead to prepare for."

Scarlet moved over to the border, where the Lifestream flowed past them. "I wonder if he's out there now, somewhere close by. Watching how ridiculous your plan was, despite his belief and effort. Just throw us at the problem until it works."



"To be fair." Tifa said slowly. It was surprisingly difficult not being on edge while so close to Scarlet. But so long as the bitch behaved, so would she. "WE...were the cause of a lot failures. There is too much between us for anything developed here to stick. Even if it wasn't Cloud, we would have eventually regained our memories. And with the powers at our disposal..."



"You would not have retained them. Even with the training and centuries of experience, no mortal can contain the essence of an entire Planet. Even half of it." Ramuh replied. "You would've burned out from the inside. She is not so cruel as to do away with you when it's all said and done. Like I said earlier. She has a plan for the world. Which is why certain people cannot be allowed to pass. They're too important. And the two of you are high on that list."



"Well that's insulting." Scarlet remarked snidely, glancing across at Tifa. "Considering our skillsets we would assume to be higher than someone's who's only talent in fighting, fucking and mixing somewhat tolerable cocktails."



"Just how many resources did you waste just trying to be our match instead of doing something useful?" Tifa snapped back. "We're not entirely sure what the Planet expects to get back from you, considering everything you've ever built was geared towards hurting her! Perhaps you'll be held up as an example of what NOT to be."



"Perhaps, though we doubt it." Scarlet said airily. Arms folded under her chest  she moved slowly around Tifa, the young woman following her movements with slitted eyes. "Oh relax. We're not going to deal with you here of all places. We do have some sense of decorum. We...I'm merely studying these feelings. The depths of love so many of my other selves had for you is only matched by the fury they felt at your betrayal. And over a man at that."



"Scarlet..." Ramuh warned, his warning echoed by Siren, the green Esper glowering at the blonde woman. Tifa raised a hand, stopping him.



"Is that why you got so enraged by our mention of Rufus?" Scarlet recoiled as if slapped. Tifa smirked. "Oh yes, we remember well how you reacted to learning he was alive. To finding out he left you to rot in prison."



Scarlet shook her head muttering, then she took a deep breath and looked up. "You're right," she admitted with a wide smile. "If it meant getting back Rufus I'd leave you to die without a second thought. Or just kill you outright. I still might...when this is all over."



"Right..." Ramuh said, exasperated as the two attempted to stare one another down. "If the two of you have had your moment, you can follow me and..."



"No," Tifa stated firmly, turning to the Storm Lord. "No training. No forgetting. You're going to send us back with Siren and Shiva. We'll handle Jenova. All of us."



"That's...." Ramuh hesitated, the Tall Lady moving past him to stand over Tifa and Scarlet.

Immediately both felt immense pressure at her presence. But Tifa's eyes widened and she moved slowly forward, looking up at her directly. Her lips moved silently and suddenly, she nodded.



"It's like we told ourself." She said, speaking to her and everyone else. "When you lack something you compensate. Scarlet and I are made to exist outside the Lifestream, while the others are returned to you. That's why they always turn out the same while we are different each cycle. But we're not the only ones. It would be easy for you to let someone else take his place. And yet when you reverse time to take particular care to ensure you get a piece of him that's uncorrupted. So with every cycle, even with how it turns out, you bring him back. Cloud...and even Bahamut are important enough for you to bend your own rules."



"That isn't...how it works..." Ramuh frowned. "The world is taken back to a period before he is born. He is still there."



"You said it yourself. Each time she takes us back, she expends her energy." Tifa pointed out. Siren and Shiva now stood beside her as she spoke faster. "The others are important, so they can't be allowed to die. But Cloud is always corrupted and will turn against us. So why keep bringing him back...unless he isn't meant to be always corrupted. Or there's a way to...a way to break her control over him."



The Tall Lady said nothing, but a small smile curled her lips.



"You have to send us back...NOW!" Tifa whirled on Ramuh, her voice taking a commanding tone. "But we...I need you to send me somewhere else first. There's something I need to get. Several in fact!"



"Hmmph...expect us to take up the slack, huh." Scarlet snorted. "If you take too long, don't blame us if your blonde boy toy ends up a cadaver like he usually does. But first..."



Scarlet marched over to where the Coeurl stood and snapped her finger. With the sound of shattering glass the illusion fell and a pale skinned, white haired Scarlet with black eyes glared around. A feral shriek built in the back of her throat as she beheld Tifa and lunged, only to be planted face first in the ground by Scarlet. "You will behave." She said harshly, dragging her darker half up by the scruff of it's neck. It snarled and spat in a mindless rage, slowly fading away and back into Scarlet. The blonde sucked in a breath, rising onto her toes, before relaxing. "You'll have your chance again. First we make sure there's a world left to appreciate what we've done for it!"



"I don't think you understand the position you're putting us in." Ramuh's voice lost it's reasonable tone. Lighting crackled all across his ancient frame. "The two of you might be important, but don't assume you're so important that I can't apply some force. We've finally hit a point where we've gotten our best chance in millenias. And you want to..."



The Tall Lady held up a hand and immediately the lightning died. Ramuh's expression was one of shock as he slammed his staff to the ground. The again, to no effect. "Mistress...why?" Ramuh demanded. She gestured placatingly and once more energy circled around him. Turning to Tifa and Scarlet, Siren and Shiva, she clapped her hands together and, with a sudden lurch, the latter pair disappeared while the former clutched their heads.



It was a lot of knowledge to take in, as well as the fact that every past self was more familiar with the Esper in the other woman but slowly they came back upright, to find a pair of Weapons looking down at them expectantly. "They'll take you to your destinations, as close as they can." Ramuh grumbled, still clearly put out. "A piece of advice. Scarlet you might want to be less abrasive, as you'll be approaching a group that will not be happy seeing you and not Tifa."



"We will do nothing of the sort." Scarlet snorted. "If anything, that would make them even more suspicious. We will tell them as much as they need. If they feel the need to push...well..."



"You will not have the Planet's power at your beck and call like your past selves will remember." Ramuh gave one final glance at where his mistress stood with Tifa. "She will provide you with some support, but don't expect it to as effective as what you could have performed."



"And what about you, hmmm?" Scarlet smirked. "Will you be...providing support? Or will you be hiding away safely down here?"



"How do you think she performs the spell?" Ramuh finally snapped. The aged Esper shoved his face into Scarlet's, waving his hand between them. Instead of that of an old man, suddenly Scarlet found herself looking into an impossibly handsome face...and then the illusion was gone. "We all make sacrifices Scarlet. Some less noticeable than others. Some...not ever noticed...at all."



"We...I'm sorry." Tifa said softly, bowing slightly to the Tall...to the manifestation of the Planet. "I know you had it all planned out, but I can't do that to him again. It feels like I'm always setting out to rescue him, but in the end he ends up rescuing me. This time I'll make sure to save him properly. For both of us...all of us."



She merely smiled and embraced the smaller woman carefully.



"Ugh...can you send us back already." Scarlet snapped. "If this gets any sweeter we think we'll just kill ourselves and let you get around to resetting the...what do you think you're doing? Stay away!!"



Waving her hands frantically, Scarlet attempted to fend off the Planet, who ignored her efforts and pulled her into a loose hug. Scarlet struggled feebly, cursing the tears that ran down her face as she did so. Tifa nodded at Ramuh, who waved one of the Weapons on, the massive creature swooping in to gulp Tifa down before swimming strongly back through the Lifestream.



"Never...do that...to us...again!" Scarlet panted, wiping furiously at her face and sniffling. The Planet still wore it's pleasant smile and patted her blonde head. Before she could swat away the limb Scarlet squealed, sucked into the mouth of the other Weapon that quickly darted upwards.



"Just so we're clear...I disapprove." Ramuh grumbled, coming up beside his mistress. They both turned their eyes back to the battle taking place on the surface. "But we're out of time..."



*****



With a grunt Cloud got his arms up to block a tail lash from Tiamat that sent him crashing through an abandoned housing block. He grimaced, clutching the crack between his scales, growling in increasing anger. With a flap of his wings he was back out in the open, diving towards Tiamat who was busy slamming Alexander to the ground. Her tail swung in his direction and stiffened to a point. Wings extended he slowed his fall, shifting into a glide. Twisting to face him fully, she flung the white haired Alexander at him.



Eyes narrowing, Cloud caught the smaller Esper one handed, using the momentum to spin himself around and hurl him directly back at the Dragon Queen. Manifesting his swords once more, Alexander swung hard and, with a gout of blackish blood Tiamat's tail fell to the ground. She roared in pain and rage, backhanding Alexander who slid back to be stopped by the now landing Cloud. "You go right!" Cloud hissed, darting left. Following his instruction, Alexander shot right, palms out firing short beams of white energy.



"Pathetic...pathetic..." Tiamat growled, blocking the blasts with the emerald wing. Lashing out with the webbed flap at the rapidly approaching Cloud, who slashed the tough membrane with his elbow blade, then tore through the cartilage with sharp claws. Tiamat bellowed, slashing at Cloud who caught her claws in his own. Legs set, the two dragonkin snarled and pushed. Cloud's tail thrashed around his body aiming for Tiamat's belly only to be blocked by the Esper's own. Rearing back, she butted him with her golden horned head, slamming Cloud to his knees. Immediately Cloud shot forward, driving his head...or horns into Tiamat's stomach, ripping to the side. The Dragon Queen screeched and immediately every dragon on the battlefield turned in their direction, rushing to her aid. Only to be immediately blasted by others now free to do so. "MY CHILDREN!!"



"Not anymore!" Alexander appeared behind her, swinging a sword that cut through her horns as she ducked. Hissing, one hand holding the hole in her gut, the other grabbed the pale haired Esper by the throat, dragging him towards her face and open maw. Jaw dislocating, she prepared to bite off Alexander's face when Cloud came up her side, punching Tiamat down. Wailing, the Dragon Queen, scuttled to her feet, eyes darting between Cloud and Alexander and the battlefield. The creatures emerging from the pool were now being killed off far faster than produced without the dragons to draw attention.



"I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" Tiamat howled, leaping at Cloud and Alexander. Both swung their arms and Tiamat froze, a surprised look on her face. Slowly her head slid from her neck to drop to the ground, body flopping bonelessly to the side. Cloud sucked in a deep breath, Alexander fell to the ground, sitting in a stunned exhaustion. Then the roaring began. Every monster still alive all began roaring. From goblins, to gargoyles, to Marlboros they all cried out at the same pitch. Then Tiamat began laughing. Cloud recoiled from the laughing head, her body reaching for it and carefully replacing it on top her neck. She shot them both a feral grin. "You'll wish you'd taken my offer..."



On all fours she spun around and scampered towards the pool. With a lunging leap she fell into the middle of the greenish lake, letting herself fall into it's depths. As if following her, every monster spun around and stampeded into the liquid. Acting now as if it were acid, every creature began to melt back into the fluid, shrieking loudly as they did so. Elena turned to the side, puking violently at the sight. Even among Beck's crew there were plenty of greenish faces. Then the ground began to rumble.



"Ah fuck...what now!" Barret growled, swinging around, aiming his gun at imagined enemies.



"Impossible!" Titan rumbled.



"Prepare yourselves!" Odin shouted, waving his sword in a flourish. "A worthy opponent approaches!"



"It's coming!" Diabolos hissed.



"Get behind us!" Seraph floated to the front with Carbunkle, both Espers raising overlapping barriers at the pool began to bubble and explosive geysers shot up all around it. Before disbelieving eyes those same geysers solidified, beginning to branch outwards an upwards.



"The Mako!" Cissnei shouted, pointing. The green liquid began receding, falling back towards it's center. And from that point emerged a figure. For a moment everyone thought it was Tiamat one more...but this figure looked far more human. From it's back sprouted a pair of feathery wings that flapped to cleanse themselves of the mako covering them. Before the mako sloughed off the rest of her body, some of it coalesced to form a simple dress that fluttered from the breeze.



"Per...perfect. She's perfect!" Tseng stammered, falling to his knees. All around, non Espers were staring at the winged creature in adoration, if they dared to look upon her at all. The only one's unaffected were Yuffie and Cloud, due to their extended unions with Leviathan and Bahamut respectively. They alone, along with the Espers, saw the look of loathing that crossed the creature's face as it fully formed and felt it's power gather.



"FALL BACK!" Alexander shouted, leaping back to his fellow Espers and joining his barrier to theirs. Titan grabbed Tseng and Elena who had started to crawl towards the creature, yanking them back behind the barrier when it unleashed it's energy in an area encompassing explosion. Those unfortunate enough to be outside of the barriers were mercifully incinerated so fast they never felt anything.



High above the Shera was buffeted by the force of the explosion, sending the ship spinning out of control. As many of the smaller ships met their demise against the airship's bulk as they did to the explosive energy. Within the ship, men and equipment tumbled about uncontrolled. In the aft section the containers with the Esper stones crashed and shattered, both Cid and Rufus grabbing for the closest thing to stability. Both grabbed the Knight's materia and immediately felt their consciousness expand.



Ultima bellowed in defiance, spinning head over foot seawards from the explosion.



Cloud however...



He'd flown upwards, zooming towards where the Phoenix was docked. Arms and wings spread, he exerted his own force against the explosion, holding it back briefly, until the power overwhelmed both him and Bahamut. Their roar was heard by all. The fires finally faded, leaving a massive hole into which the mako lake flowed, with only a small island where the barriers of Seraph, Carbunkle and Alexander had stood. The former collapsed into Elena's arms while Jessica cradled a whimpering Carbunkle, the red gem in it's forehead almost completely dimmed. Alexander kept his feet only through sheer will, glaring across the lake at their floating nemesis. Only she was no longer there.



"CLOUD!!" Barret suddenly shouted, pointing upwards. Back in his human form, the blonde man clutched the arm of the floating woman around his throat. "LET 'IM GO YA FREAK!!"



She merely glanced at them, then back to Cloud. Her mouth moved and abruptly Cloud went stiff and screamed. It was a sound none had ever heard from the former SOLDIER, even at his worst.



"LEVIATHAN!!" Yuffie shrieked. Responding to her mistress, the Serpent surged upwards, hissing at the winged woman, who twisted around and held Cloud in front of her like a shield.



No...not a shield...as a demonstration. Cloud gave one final howl and went limp, a large black wing flaring out on his left side. Holding out her hand, mako dripped into it, curving into a long, thin blade.



"Take...it..." Her voice resonated in their brains...everyone's minds, placing the sword carefully in Cloud's hand. Still hanging limply in her grip, his hand still curled strongly around the hilt familiarly. She released him and started floating away. "Kill...them...all!!"



"Cloud...no!" Vincent spoke loudly, staring up at his trembling friend. With a surge of power he changed into his Chaos form, leaping up towards the hovering pair. The slash was almost too fast to see and Vincent crashed to the ground, human once more, his arm half severed. Cloud now faced them fully, the left side of his body turning black as if burnt to match the wing. His arm fully blackened and scaled, snapped a clawed finger and now Bahamut hung over them as well, his body sleeker, eyes almost invisible on a streamlined face and snout. As one the pair roared, energy gathering between them.



"Brace yourselves!" Titan shouted, taking up position in the front. "This will hu...rt...?!"



Before their attack finished charging man and dragon were suddenly engulfed in ice. Thrashing about wildly, they were unprepared for the secondary explosion that knocked them apart. "I leave for an hour or two and you all let everything go to shit." Smirking condescendingly Scarlet descended slowly, in her fused form with Shiva.



"You BITCH! Where's my sister?!" Joslyn shouted shoving her way forward.



"Quiet!" Scarlet snapped, backhanding the younger woman. There was a collective intake and the blonde found herself looking down the barrels of several weapons. "Oh yes...attack the one who just saved your ungrateful lives. Very smart!"



There was some nervous muttering and the multiple devices aimed at her lowered.



"Good, some intelligence at last." She growled, crossing her legs while floating in mid air. "In case you haven't figured it out yet...or been told. That's Jenova. As in tried to destroy our world Jenova. She's the main target. Alexander dear, and you...muscle head...Barret? I need the two of you to keep Cloud busy until Lockhart shows up. She'll deal with him. The rest of you...aim everything you have at that bitch and don't stop. Even if all you can do is chuck some stones at her, do it. I'll not going through another do over!"



"Do over?" The same thought echoed in the minds of all that heard her final muttering. However they quickly forgot it as Scarlet spun around as flew off to where Jenova hung in the air. Close behind were any that could fly, Esper or troopers in jetpacks. Meanwhile on the ground rockets soared upwards overtaking the fliers while everyone else ran to get as close as they could. Behind them Alexander, Barret and Odin screeched to a halt just in front and below where Cloud and Bahamut floated.



"What the hell'd she do to ya, kid?" Barret thought, gazing up at his friend. He turned, staring hard at Alexander. "You take Bahamut, we'll keep Cloud busy."



"Are you sure? I have beaten him before."



"Cloud's with Avalanche." Barret grunted. "As it's boss it's my job tah drag him back tah his senses."



"Or just hold his attention until Tifa shows up." Alexander demurred. He ignored that the look the black man shot him for the casual use of Tifa's name. "Try not to die. It's not many that can gain Titans respect this quickly. It'd disappoint him if you die too easily."



Cloud bellowed, pointing with his new sword and Bahamut roared in response, diving towards the waiting three. Transforming himself, his form far smaller now, but no less powerful, Alexander trumpeted his own challenge. Cloud's head immediately shifted around only to swing back towards Barret to block a swarm of bullets.



"Get yo ass down here" Barret shouted, tugging off his gun arm and replacing it with the rocket fist. He shook it up at his floating friend. "This ass kicking is long overdue!"



A sadistic smile crossed Cloud's face and flew down towards Barret and Odin eagerly. Back up at the Shera, Cid and Rufus slowly rose, the materia stone between them still pulsing, but far weaker now than earlier.



And across at Wutai people babbled wildly about the appearance of a green angel that had entered the Shogun's palace.

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