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« Last post by QueenSharyl on November 20, 2025, 02:48:29 PM »
The grand hall of the FreeCatfights Court was a spectacle of ancient power and opulence. Sunlight, filtered through stained-glass windows depicting legendary battles, cast long, shifting shadows across the polished marble floor. High above, intricate tapestries adorned the walls, illustrating the lineage of Proud Queens, their eyes seeming to follow every movement. A hush had fallen over the assembled courtiers, nobles, and guards, their faces a mixture of awe, fear, and breathless anticipation. Every breath held, every murmur stifled, as the air crackled with unspoken tension.
At the center of this hallowed space, a cleared arena awaited. The whole Kingdom, sat nervously, their gaze unwavering, flanked by royal advisors. This was no mere skirmish; this was a trial by combat, a clash of wills and skill that would decide the fate of alliances, honor, and perhaps even the kingdom itself.
Then, from opposing archways, they emerged. First, the Impressive Big Breasted Brunette Bralwer QueenAbby, her presence commanding, a warrior queen whose reputation preceded her like a storm cloud on the horizon. Her movements were fluid, every step radiating coiled power, her eyes sharp and focused, her fists bigger than most women's head and her breasts bigger than anything the Kingdom had ever seen... A murmur rippled through the crowd, a mix of admiration and apprehension for the legend walking among them.
Moments later, the equally impressive, but contrastingly Big Breasted Blonde Brawler QueenSharyl appeared, equally formidable, her stance radiating an unyielding resolve, her fists and tits were only matched by those of her opponent's. Her gaze met QueenAbby's across the expanse of the court, a silent challenge passing between them, acknowledging the gravity of the moment. She carried herself with the grace of a seasoned combatant, her every fiber honed for this confrontation.
The two women advanced slowly, deliberately, towards the center of the court. The ceremonial music, a low, guttural drumbeat, intensified, mirroring the escalating heartbeat of every witness. As they reached their marks, facing each other with unwavering intensity, the last notes of the drum faded into an absolute silence. The weight of history, expectation, and the unknown hung heavy in the air. This was it. The FCF Court held its breath, ready for the first move in a duel that would be etched into the annals of the kingdom. Just then as agreed, the guards appeared from behind the fighters to undo their tight tops exposing their immense, massive mammaries to each other...in all their natural glory. The KK Queens await to trade fists...with fists to each other's tits only rules! The winner decides when to stop..so this will be a fight like none other witnessed in history!
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