Roommate’s Secret

[Rambler0428]

Afternoon everyone!  I've been a long time lurker here, and only just getting around to posting a story of my own.  I've written in other circles, but figured it was time to start here with Part 1 of one of my more recent stories!  Hope you enjoy the build up here and please let me know what you think!

If this is allowed, I do actually take reasonably priced commissions from time to time as well!  So feel free to ask if that interests you!

PART 1

I couldn't believe what I was seeing on the screen in front of me.

Emery, my roommate, and someone I considered to be the nicest fucking person I'd ever met, was on top of another girl, about her size.  Emery's nose trickled just a small trace of blood, but the girl under her was absolutely wrecked.  She was crying, screaming, and I could see the scratches along her face, and the clumps of hair on the floor around her.

"STOP ITTTT!"  The girl screamed as Emery tore into her hair again.

"SAY YOU GIVE AND I WILL BITCH!"  Emery bellowed down at her, in a voice I didn't think she'd EVER be capable of.

"OKAY OKAY!  I GIVE UP, STOP!"  Said the pinned girl.  Emery stopped her onslaught immediately and jumped off of the girl she had been assaulting.  The poor girl curled in on herself and hugged herself as she fell into racking sobs, turning her face away from the camera, which moved in for a closer look.

I was floored.  I had just witnessed my roommate in a brutal 14 and a half minute knock down, drag out cat fight with another woman while a camera rolled.

The scene cut to Emery and the other girl sitting side by side on a couch.  Both still slick with sweat and breathing heavily, but both of them were now smiling.

The camera focused on the beaten girl, and a man behind the camera spoke up.

"So. Rain, how was your first experience at-"

"Hey girl I'm home!" Came a bright voice from the living room as I heard the front door squeak open on its hinges.  I jumped in my seat on my bed and immediately closed the video on my phone.

"Oh hey!  How was the gym?" I chirped, my voice coming out in a guttural squeak, indicating that I needed to clear my throat as I wandered out into the living room.

"It was alright.  That cute guy from the coffee shop was there again.  You should....." she trailed off as she looked up at me entering the room.  "You alright, Maisey?  Look like you've seen a ghost." She giggled.  I suppose I must definitely at least look surprised, and a little confused.

I hesitated for a moment before snapping out of my thoughts with a shake of my head.  "Uh, yeah sorry, just spaced out a sec there."

She gave me a slightly strange, but amused look.  "Okayyyy, well I was gonna go get Chinese for dinner tonight.  Feel like joining me?"

I did, and the rest of the day passed as normally as most any other day.  That night however, when we had retired to our separate rooms, i grabbed my headphones and laptop, heart racing as I found the link again, and began watching the same video, my pulse racing as I watched Emery and this other girl go at it once again.

I didn't understand it.  Like I said, Emery was the nicest person I'd ever met, and as far as I had known up to now, the girl wouldn't have hurt a fly.  I was enraptured by what I was seeing her do.  And to be honest, curious as all hell.  I could tell this was some sort of production, filmed with the intent of others watching it.  But how had she ended up doing it?  What on earth had piqued her interest about this?  And how did she find that kind of aggression in her to not only fight, but bring this girl to tears and make her beg for mercy??

I knew, however, I could NEVER ask her these questions.  I couldn't admit to her I'd found this old link, and I certainly couldn't admit I'd sat here and watched it twice now!  So for the time being, I would just have to wonder in silence.  But as I queued up the video a third time, I had another question on my mind.

What would it be like to be the one IN the video?  Emery had quickly become one of my best friends in the world, but it was clear I didn't know nearly everything about her.  What would it feel like to be the one facing her in that setting?  To go at each other so viciously, then at the end to be cuddled up on the couch with her, grinning and answering questions about how fun, and how good an experience it had been as if we hadn't just been trying with everything we had to hurt each other badly enough to force tears out?  Cursing each other and calling each other every name under the sun only to hug each other and stroke each other's hair like lovers making up after a huge argument?

It was then that I saw the second link come up toward the end of the video.  Something I'd been too enraptured by the scene to notice before.

"To watch Part 2: "The Stakes, Paid." Please subscribe to our premium tier package, only $19.99 a month!"

I almost broke my laptop jumping out of bed to grab my purse...

I was ten minutes into the second video, eyes wide, unconsciously biting my bottom lip as my chest heaved up and down at the scene now playing out in front of me...

"That's it, take it you fucking loser!"

"Oh...oh god...FUCKKKKK!!!"

"Good girl.  You took that like a champ.  Now you're going to give me mine, okay?" Emery smiled down, stroking the other girl's hair tenderly as she rolled over onto her back.  And I could see the glimmer of my friend's usual kindness in her eyes even as she......

The next day, I know I was sticky with sweat as I made my way out of my bedroom in my pajama pants and simple tshirt bra.  Emery hardly noticed as I wandered into the kitchen to find her there, making breakfast.

"Morning!"  She grinned at me.  "Bacon?"

"Coffee...." I grunted, running my hand over my eyes to clear the sleep matter from them.

"Not much sleep huh?"  Emery giggled as she moved to the coffee pot, taking one of my favorite cups down from the counter.

"Not really no, kind of had to fight to..." my choice of words caught me up short, a lump in my throat.  "I mean uh...you know.  Hard to fall asleep."

Emery gave me a strange, but not unfriendly look.  "Yeah....been there." She smiled, still looking at me, seemingly a bit more carefully now.  "Well, I'm gonna finish eating, then I've gotta run.  It's my week to run errands.  But I'll see you back here tonight yeah?"

"Mmhmm." I mumbled as she pressed a hot mug of black coffee into my hands.  Her hand brushed mine as she did so, and an image flashed through my head of our fingers interlocked, twisting each other's wrists as we glared, teeth gritted at one another.  I shook off the thought a second after it hit.  Fuck, what was WRONG with me?

After Emery had left, I found myself thinking over it again.  Why DID I keep thinking of myself doing THAT with my roommate??  Was it just morbid curiosity?  Did it excite me that much to watch her show that forbidden side of herself?  Or was I just sick in the head?

Either way, almost in a trance, I found myself digging through my wardrobe about an hour after she had left our shared rental home, pulling out a few select items and changing into them.

My pink sports bra, a pair of tantalizingly short white athletic shorts, and a pair of thigh high pink socks with two white stripes near the top.  While not the same colors, it was a matching outfit for what Emery and her opponent in the video wore while facing each other.  I admired the look in the mirror for a long moment.  Now with an image of my roommate and I rolling along the floor of the living room.  An imagined bet playing out with the scene.  We had decided that the loser would pay the winner's half of rent that month.  The financial wager bringing an even more competitive edge to the imaginary contest.

And again I watched the two videos.  This time, my hand tracing along my own body, raising goose flesh as i admired the girls on screen as well as the image of my own body in this outfit, and the secret sick desire to be the one slamming against walls and floors with my roommate.

Later, when Emery arrived back home, her eyes found me on the couch, still in the outfit I had chosen to match hers from my secret guilty pleasure.

For just a moment as she walked in, she hesitated.  I saw a small flash of....confusion?  Recognition? In her eyes.  For a half moment of unreasonable paranoia, I thought maybe she had put two and two together as we looked at each other.  I tried to master my own face, trying not to show that I had any form of anxiety about the moment.  I knew she'd notice that I was wearing something I usually wouldn't just around the house.  Especially not with the socks.  It must have only been a second or two, but it felt like an hour before the moment passed.

"Heyyy girl."  Emery said, a little slowly.  Or had I just imagined that?  "Sorry, I won't be in long, I just have to pick up my bag and I'm gonna hit the gym.  You wanna come today?"

I caught my breath, and tried to seem nonchalant.  "Uh hey!  I uh...no, I don't think so today." I smiled.  "Not feeling too well y'know?"

"Alright.  Well, I'll be back in just a little while.  When I get back you wanna order takeout?  Maybe watch a movie?"

"Yeah!  That sounds good to me!"  I grinned, possibly a bit too widely.  "When will you get back?"

"Probably just a couple of hours.  Won't be too long.  Find something you wanna watch and we'll pull it up as soon as I make it back okay?"

Well, I was certainly going to do that....

When she had gone, I had wasted no time rushing off to my bedroom.  Once again pulling up the video I must have watched a dozen times in the last couple of days by now.  I didn't bother with headphones, nor did I bother shutting my bedroom door in my rush to go back to it.  Five minutes into the video I had placed my hand inside my shorts, tracing over the outline of my sex, breathing heavily.  I knew it was wrong...doing this to the sight of my roommate in this position.  But it was a feral need that I couldn't explain.

I had just slipped two fingers inside myself and let out a quiet moan as I watched Emery's opponent take a momentary advantage, her arm snaked around my roommate's throat.  Emery was gasping, eyes wide as I used my free hand to fondle my left breast...

I was close...

"Enjoying yourself?" Came a small voice from right behind me.  My heart fucking stopped, but not before leaping into my throat.  Like a teenage boy whose parents had just walked in on something embarrassing, I slammed my laptop shut and jerked my hand out of my shorts, spinning around with my eyes wide with shock to see Emery standing in the doorway of my room, her eyes glistening and her lower lip quavering ever so slightly.  She was on the verge of tears.

"Oh...oh god girl how long have you..."

"Long enough." She said, looking at the carpet under her feet.  "Forgot my gym shoes.  I'm gonna get those and...just...sorry."  She said.  And what was worse, she wasn't even angry.  Not in her tone of voice at any rate.  She was embarrassed, and hurt.  And I felt a deep sense of shame.  She wasn't just my friend but just the perfect, kindest Angel of a person, and I had really hurt her.  I opened my mouth to speak again, unsure what I would say, but before I could, she had spun on her heel and speed walked away.  I heard a little whimper as the front door closed behind her.

Damn it....

Emery didn't arrive home until almost midnight.  Doubtless she had hoped I would be asleep when she got back.  But I wasn't.  I sat on the couch, like a kid waiting for their punishment when she walked in.  I had had the common sense to change again into a pair of sweatpants and an oversized tshirt, knowing it would be another slap in the face if I was wearing my matching outfit when she got back.  As soon as she walked in the door, I stood up

"Emery, I am so SO sorry, I don't-"

"It was college."  She said, cutting me off.  "It was college, and I needed to pay for my apartment.  You didn't know me then.  It looked fun, and when I got invited, I just..." she shrugged.  "I just wish you'd have told me you found it.  That's all."

"I....i know.  I just...came across it.  And you're right.  I should've told you.  It...it did look fun!  And let's face it I don't blame you.  College is expensive.  And we're 24 now, so I know it was a long time ago."

"Not THAT long." She said, her arms crossed, body posture closed off as she sat down on the couch beside me.  "Three years.  I knew it would catch up with me one day.  I just...well, I was always the 'good girl'.  The 'nice girl'.  When people got mad at me, I was always just too PRECIOUS to throw a punch at.  Having something like that...somewhere I could BREAK that stupid idea with someone...It was, I dunno...liberating?  And I was good at it.  You know I only ever lost twice?"  She caught herself, blushing deeply as she trailed off.  "Anyway, I uh....sorry I rushed out like that today.  It was just a lot to take in.  I'm gonna go to bed."

She stood, and began to move.  I don't know why, but I shot my hand out and caught her by the wrist, gently, but firmly.  "No, wait."  I said, standing up to give her a hug.  She didn't immediately reciprocate, but eventually let her arms wrap around my shoulders as well.  "Really, I don't think any less of you because of it.  I'm sorry I didn't tell you.  I guess I was a little ashamed of how much I enjoyed it.  And...well, you should know...I did see the second part too."  I admitted, a little bit of shame creeping into my voice.

"Oh god..." Emery moaned, sinking back onto the couch with her face buried in her hands.  "You DIDN'T..."

"Yeah, I did." I said, looking down at the floor myself now.  "And Emery...I never KNEW you had that side in you!  There's nothing to be ashamed of!  I enjoyed it!  Watching you kick that girl's ass...I couldn't help but be proud!  You're the sweetest person I know, and it was so COOL watching you let loose!  I wish I could've done that myself!"

Emery let out a laugh.  "Oh come on.  You don't have to try and make me feel better about it."

"No!  I mean it!  I....girl I was imagining myself in that room fighting like that.  Almost every time I watched it!"

She was silent for a minute, then a quiet realization seemed to dawn on her.  "Oh.  The outfit.  You know, I wondered for about half a second...but uh...assumed it was me being paranoid."  She shrugged, then looked at me.  "You really don't think any less of me?"

"Hell no!"  I laughed, looking back at her.  "I wanna see you do it again!"  I hesitated for a second, then plowed forward.  "I wanna DO it!"

She listened, then let out a small, slightly nervous laugh.  "What, you wanna bet the rent money on a cat fight?" She laughed a little bit more heartily now.  I blushed slightly at the fact that she had nailed one of the very fantasies I had spun up in my mind earlier.

"Hey!" I laughed, trying to play it off.  "If you ever wanna settle a roommate dispute like that, just let me know!"

"I admit I miss it sometimes.  I loved getting down with someone like that, then being able to immediately go back to being friends.  Like...I hate fighting out of pure anger.  But like that?  Knowing there aren't going to be any hard feelings?" She shook her head.  "I don't know, it's stupid.  Not like I could join again.  It's all the way back in Cali, and we're here in North Carolina."

I don't know where I found the courage.  But the words came spilling out all the same.  "Yeah.  WE'RE here...in North Carolina.  You and me.  Who needs a club or cameras rolling?  I'll do it with you!"  My heart leapt into my throat again...there it was.  Out in the open.  Emery looked at me slowly, her eyes wide with something I couldn't quite read.

"I'm not sure you know what you're asking for Maisey."  She giggled.  "But I appreciate you being so supportive."

"I'm serious!  I want to!"  I was leaning in a bit now.  "Come on!  I've watched that video a ton of times now!  I know exactly what I'm getting into!  And we're such good friends I know we'd never hold a grudge about it!"  I knew I probably had an almost childish tone in my voice, but hardly noticed or cared.

We looked at each other for a long silent moment, my heart hammering in my chest, and I had a feeling hers was doing the same.

"No, I don't guess we would."  She smiled, patting my knee with her hand.  "What?  Having trouble coming up with your half of the rent?  Wanting to try and fight your way out of paying it this month?" She laughed, clearly joking.

"Forget the rent." I laughed back.  "We can have the same stakes you did in the video!"  Oops...hadn't actually meant to say that out loud.  Great.  She'd think I was a freak now.  I blushed, my mouth clamping shut as my eyes widened in surprise at my own boldness.

To my surprise, my roommate didn't look surprised or judge mental.  "Yeahhhh, I saw you knuckle deep in yourself when I came in earlier." She giggled.  I opened my mouth to protest, but she laughed and waved away my incoming protest.  "Forget it, don't worry about that.  You actually want to do it?"

I nodded, very slowly.

"Alright."  Emery took a deep breath.  "Okay, yeah.  We can try it.  But you've got to promise me...promise you're not going to get weird about it.  I don't want to stop being friends or have anything about us change.  It's...intense.  Not everyone is cut out for it."

I laughed.  "Em, I couldn't get mad at you anymore than I could get mad at a kitten.  You're practically a kitten yourself." I smiled at her.

She laughed in return and nodded.  "Okay.  But not tonight.  I need to find a few things, and honestly I'm EXHAUSTED.  Tomorrow is Friday.  Let's do it tomorrow night, okay?"

And so, with the arrangement made, we traded a few more sentences, said goodnight and went about our individual bedtime routines.

*******************

The next day seemed to pass in a blur.  Neither of us said anything about our plans for the evening as we both went about our day.  We both worked from home, and so spent the workday locked in our individual rooms.  My heart wasn't in my work, but I managed to get through the day with minimal screw ups.  At 5pm, I logged off with a deep sigh and closed my laptop on my office desk.

I wandered out of my room, only to find that Emery had already ended her day sometime before me.  I found her in the living room, our coffee table in her hands as she drug it to a far wall, setting it aside.  She had clearly been hard at work, as the living room was now a mostly empty space, with bare plush carpet from wall to wall.  Most of the furniture had been moved against one wall in the corner, though the couch still sat where it normally lived against the wall opposite the entertainment center.

"Hope I didn't bother you!  I took a couple hours of PTO today so I could start the weekend early." She grinned, moving away from the corner and padding on bare feet toward the kitchen.

She and I cut a startlingly similar figure.  Both of us tall and slender, with touches of lean muscle from our time at the gym.  Our flat stomachs accentuating our medium sized but firm breasts, perfectly in proportion.  Both of us with slightly tanned skin, though her light brown hair and hazel eyes were a contrast to my darker blonde hair and blue eyes.  Her hair was in a ponytail that hung just past her shoulders.  Mine was loose, hanging just a half inch shorter than hers.

Despite the movement of furniture being clearly meant for what we had planned, we still didn't address the elephant in the room.  We shared a small dinner of light salads, making small talk about our work projects, and nothing seemed awkward or out of place.  Once we had finished eating, I looked at the clock.  6:45pm.

Emery stood up then, brushing the front of her tshirt off with her hands.  "Alright.  I'm gonna go get a shower."  She said.  "I've gotta grab a couple of things from my room, so why don't you get a shower and...change?"  She asked, the last word hanging in the air like a slightly different question.  I swallowed hard and nodded.

"Yeah, I can do that."  I said as I too put away my dirty dishes and took a deep breath.  "Meet you in the living room in thirty?"

Emery gave a little nod, then a small smile and a wink.  We still hadn't openly acknowledged it, but our intentions were now clear.  We went out separate ways to two different bathrooms.  A few minutes later, I stood in front of my full length mirror, looking myself over in the same outfit I had put on the day before.  It looked good on me, and would be plenty practical.  My heart hammered so fast, I thought it might explode.  A quick look at my phone told me that thirty minutes had almost passed.  I set the phone back on my dresser and took one deep breath before wandering out, padding down the hallway on my socked feet.  Emery entered a few moments later and sat a small black backpack down in a far corner of the room.  I knew what would be in that...and I felt my breathing jump in pitch again.

Emery was in a similar outfit to mine.  Her sports bra was a deep red, her tiny cloth shorts black.  Her own thigh high socks were black, with red stripes where the white stripes sat on my own.  We eyed each other for a moment, admiring the look of each other's chosen attire.  I hardly noticed when Emery stepped forward, giving me a tight embrace, which I returned enthusiastically.  We giggled and separated after a moment and stood opposite each other.

"You good to go?"  She asked, clearly asking if I still wanted to go through with this.  I nodded, smiling back at her.  "You know the rules?"

In truth there were no real rules.  Just don't gouge each other's eyes out or do anything that would cause any permanent injuries.  Same rules as Emery had when she fought in her videos.  We would fight until someone surrendered.  There would be no rounds.  Any breaks we took would be at the risk of our opponent attacking at any moment.  "Yeah!  I remember!"  I said, trying to keep the nerves out of my voice.

"Alright girl!"  My friend grinned.  "If you're ready, let's get to it!  You wanna count us down?"  She bent her knees slightly, and I mirrored her stance.  Both of us keeping our hands hovering at about waist level.

"Okay."  I gulped.  "Three....two...one...FIGHT!"  The last word came out with a slight break in my voice, whether from nerves or excitement, I wasn't sure.

I don't know how I imagined this beginning.  I thought we might circle, feel each other out for a moment or two, maybe lock into a wrestling tie up to start things off before getting to any heavier action.  So when I blinked, and found Emery's left hand digging into my scalp, jerking my head to the side by the base of my hair, which I had tied into a ponytail matching hers, I gasped, feeling myself stumble a half step.  My side suddenly shot alive with a hard burning pain, and it took me a moment to realize that she had RAKED her short nails across my side, just under my bra.  I yelped, then found the floor rushing up to meet me as I was thrown to the carpet with a grunt.  She had just fucking THROWN me to the floor by my hair.

I was shocked, wide eyed as I rolled over onto my back to find my roommate mid pounce, looking to dive on top of me where I lay prone.  More out of panic than skill or thought, I kicked out, my right foot catching her in the chest before she could fully mount me.  I watched as she grunted from the impact and fell straight back onto her ass.  She didn't stop though, jumping to her feet just as I did the same.  We met in the center of the room with a smack of skin on skin, both hands finding each other's hair with sharp pulls as we pressed our foreheads together.  Our expressions were a mixture of feral grins and glares of challenge as we stared into each other's faces.

"Getting what you wanted?" She asked, almost mockingly through gritted teeth.

"Fuck...YES."  I responded in kind as we buried our hands into each other's scalps even harder.

***TO BE CONTINUED***

[Violet Rae]

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

[Steph Gibson]

This is definitely a thread I'm going to be keeping my eyes on.  I adore this type of premise for a fight, especially when it's written so exceptionally well.  Part II, please?  I'm dying to see how this develops!

[B-Anna]

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

OMG you much entitled can you be! "message me" my ass! Just check from time to time...but I get it, it's not easy for a lazy ass like you! 

I too love the start by the way 

[Violet Rae]

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

OMG you much entitled can you be! "message me" my ass! Just check from time to time...but I get it, it's not easy for a lazy ass like you! 

I too love the start by the way 

fuck off with that bait lmao I'm trynna hype up a real good writer that gets what I enjoy about this fetish

[B-Anna]

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

OMG you much entitled can you be! "message me" my ass! Just check from time to time...but I get it, it's not easy for a lazy ass like you! 

I too love the start by the way 

fuck off with that bait lmao I'm trynna hype up a real good writer that gets what I enjoy about this fetish

And I was only fueling the inspiration of such a real good writer that understands this...unlike you    

[Violet Rae]

jesu

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

OMG you much entitled can you be! "message me" my ass! Just check from time to time...but I get it, it's not easy for a lazy ass like you! 

I too love the start by the way 

fuck off with that bait lmao I'm trynna hype up a real good writer that gets what I enjoy about this fetish

And I was only fueling the inspiration of such a real good writer that understands this...unlike you    

sigh I can't fucking read and enjoy a story without you baiting me to fight you, fucking hell smh

(stop here now! I don't wanna have to go to Page 2 for when Part 2 gets released lol)

[Rambler0428]

jesu

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

OMG you much entitled can you be! "message me" my ass! Just check from time to time...but I get it, it's not easy for a lazy ass like you! 

I too love the start by the way 

fuck off with that bait lmao I'm trynna hype up a real good writer that gets what I enjoy about this fetish

And I was only fueling the inspiration of such a real good writer that understands this...unlike you    

sigh I can't fucking read and enjoy a story without you baiting me to fight you, fucking hell smh

(stop here now! I don't wanna have to go to Page 2 for when Part 2 gets released lol)

Hey I'm enjoying the back and forth personally xD

[B-Anna]

jesu

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

OMG you much entitled can you be! "message me" my ass! Just check from time to time...but I get it, it's not easy for a lazy ass like you! 

I too love the start by the way 

fuck off with that bait lmao I'm trynna hype up a real good writer that gets what I enjoy about this fetish

And I was only fueling the inspiration of such a real good writer that understands this...unlike you    

sigh I can't fucking read and enjoy a story without you baiting me to fight you, fucking hell smh

(stop here now! I don't wanna have to go to Page 2 for when Part 2 gets released lol)

Hey I'm enjoying the back and forth personally xD

It's all the fault of you and the story  can't wait for more!

[Violet Rae]

jesu

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

OMG you much entitled can you be! "message me" my ass! Just check from time to time...but I get it, it's not easy for a lazy ass like you! 

I too love the start by the way 

fuck off with that bait lmao I'm trynna hype up a real good writer that gets what I enjoy about this fetish

And I was only fueling the inspiration of such a real good writer that understands this...unlike you    

sigh I can't fucking read and enjoy a story without you baiting me to fight you, fucking hell smh

(stop here now! I don't wanna have to go to Page 2 for when Part 2 gets released lol)

Hey I'm enjoying the back and forth personally xD

It's all the fault of you and the story  can't wait for more!

that's a relief, Rambler :3 and yes, what Anna said! I bookmarked this story so I could keep checking on it

[Rambler0428]

Sorry for the delay!  I started to break this into two parts but decided to go ahead and finish it before posting.  So here you are!  The finale of this story . I hope to upload many more in the future!

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We spun in one tight circle, clinging to each other's hair like drowning women in a rip tide, both of us hissing and grunting as we put significant effort into pulling each other to the floor or tearing out a clump of hair.  All the while, we squeezed our foreheads together, glaring our defiance back into each other's eyes.  The padded thumping of our socks on the carpet was a rhythmic drumming, accentuating the sounds of pain and effort we let out.

I felt her right hand leave my scalp, and before I could even contemplate what might be happening...

I heard it before I felt it.  A sharp SMACK as her slap whipped it's way across the very spot she had attacked with her nails at the start.  She got two sharp, merciless blows in before I verbally reacted.

"OUCH!!" I wailed, my body folding slightly to the direction of the intense pain that shot through me in that moment.  My hands loosened in Emery's hair just a bit, but more than enough for her to shove my hands away.  She kept her left in my hair however, and jerked me forward, toward her.  She stepped to the side and once again I sprawled hard onto my chest on the carpet.  Groaning, I raised myself to my elbows, trying to get back up.  I moved quickly, but unfortunately, Emery was already on her feet, and so was faster.

I felt her hand grab me by my ponytail and I was pulled slowly upward as if she was "helping" me to my feet.  I hissed as I scrambled to my feet to alleviate some of the pressure, but my roommate only giggled, an oddly bubbly sound as her other arm snaked around my throat from behind.

The gagging noise I made as my airway was mostly closed off was an undignified one.  My eyes opened wide and I moved my arms to grab hers and try to release the choke hold.  The hand that had now left my ponytail, however, now collided with my back, a hard punch that I actually think was meant for my kidney.  I don't know if she actually missed or if it had been intentional, but it was so close that I gasped, a moaning, pained sound as my knees threatened to buckle for just a moment.  But I found myself held up by Emery's arm around my neck.

"You're right Maisey!"  Emery chirped in a sweet little voice.  "This is a lot of fun!"

She was making FUN of me!  What the fuck?!

I wasn't angry with her.  I had seen the video...I knew shit talking just came with this whole thing.  But I WAS pissed at myself.  We hadn't been at it for long at all, but so far, she had been making me look like a JOKE.  I had to get into this thing quickly or I was going to be completely humiliated.

A couple of options occurred to me, some less dignified than others.  In the end, I went with a sure fire escape by bringing my heel down on the bridge of my opponent's foot.  Emery let out a gratifying yelp and I felt her foot jerk back as she let go of my neck and staggered back a step.  I spun around fast as I could, using the momentum to lend some extra force to my open right hand.

*CRACK!* the sound as my slap struck her across the cheek echoed off the walls of the living room.  Emery's head snapped to the side and I could see it immediately turning bright red as she let out another cry of surprise and pain.  I know that HAD to hurt.

I pressed my advantage by leaning forward and driving into her chest with my shoulder.  A loud thump and a grunt from Emery told me I had slammed her into the wall as our momentum stopped.

She grappled with me and we began a wrestling match on our feet against the wall.  I came up to eye level once again with her as we grappled, trying to maintain or take control.

"You fucking slapped me!"  She said, though her expression was one of mischievous, almost malicious glee.

Our positions reversed as she pivoted, and I now found my own back thrust into the wall.  Our arms still tangled as our legs and bodies squirmed and writhed against each other.  Emery trying to squeeze me to the wall, me trying to get away from it.

"What?  Can't handle a little slap?" I smirked back at my roommate as we shifted, our arms now wrapping around each other's shoulders as we wrestled.

We found hair again as we both dug the fingers of our right hands to the roots of the top of each other's heads and pulled backwards, slow and hard.

We grunted, finally shifting off of the living room wall as our feet stumbled around back to the center of the room.  My scalp burned, and I knew from the look of Emery's face and the sounds she made, hers was fairing no better.

"Let.  Go.  Of.  My.  Hair." I growled, my nose less than an inch from Emery's.  She responded with a sharp jerk that pulled my forehead off of hers for a moment.

"You.  First." She shot back at me through gritted teeth.  Neither of us was angry, I could tell that much.  But it was clear that we were now really starting to get into this thing.  I gave my roommate an equal jolt to the scalp as she had given me, and felt satisfied as she hissed in pain.  Our free arms still wrapped around each other's shoulders as if in an embrace.  Our shuffling feet came to a halt after a few more seconds of wrestling each other around the room.  We stared intensely right into each other's eyes as we held on, tightening both our grip in each other's hair and squeezing against each other with our opposite arms until our chests were mashed together in our sports bras.

I could feel, just faintly, how stiff Emery's nipples had grown in the fabric, and knew she could probably feel mine as well.  So....this was just as exhilarating for her as it was for me then.  Good.  I didn't have to feel ashamed for all the times I'd thought of this very moment over the last few days.

"I'm fucking warning you Maise...let go of me.  Now."  Emery growled.

"You let go of me."  I breathed back.  Our voices were low, with a hint of danger laced in them.  I could almost physically feel the tension in this stalemate building in my chest.  I felt it in the way our breathing climbed in pace until I heard the fabric of our bras scraping ever so faintly against each other.  In the way my heart was hammering in my chest.  In the way I felt the subtle movements of Emery's feet positioning themselves and my own shifting, almost without thought, to match.  Time itself almost seemed to stop for a moment as we both froze.  Right down to our breathing.  We stared at each other in that tiny moment that seemed to stretch long into the afternoon, though it had to be less than a second in reality.

There was a silent agreement in that time outside of time.  We both knew we could stop.  Right now.  We could let go, have a laugh and forget the whole thing.  And for a moment, it looked like it might go that way.  Our hands loosened on each other ever so slowly.  We took deep breaths as the pressure on our scalps was relieved at the same time.

Another beat....

Emery's forehead was against mine, still wrapped in what could've been an intimate hug.

She nodded.  I nodded back.  There weren't any words.  There didn't need to be any.  We knew what it meant

The tension finally built until it couldn't be contained any longer.  It burst alive as both of us let out an almost primal, animal-like snarl and launched into action.

We let go, and our right fists found each other's jaws at the same moment.  My head rocked as colors exploded in my eyes, the pain like an explosion in my face, but sheer adrenaline shoved it down almost immediately.

There were yelps, and the sound of fists on flesh echoing along the walls as we traded wild, heavy punches back and forth for a few seconds, snapping each other's heads and bodies back and forth with the sheer force of the blows.  Each punch I took hurt far more than I expected it to, but I could tell from the sounds of pain and exertion that my roommate was making, I was giving as good as I got.  I was hurting her....but she was also hurting me, and I wondered if she had the same thought I was having.  This couldn't keep going.  I needed to take control.

In the middle of the wild melee we threw against each other, I forced myself to step in toward her, earning a sharp tap to the mouth for my effort.  I grabbed hold of Emery by the joints of her elbows, and felt her moving to grapple up with me again.  But instead, I threw my knee upward, landing right into her stomach with a thud.  She gave a satisfying "oof!" And doubled over just an inch or two but it was all I needed to stop the punches coming.  While that was the most important part, I still knew I had to press the advantage.

My arm snapped up, wrapping around Emery's head as she took the blow and pulled her down into a standing guillotine choke....well...the best I could do anyway.  I didn't end up with a secure choke hold, but she was bent over double with her head and neck trapped in my arm.  Good enough for me.  Her arms instinctively wrapped around my waist, and I brought my knee up again.  She gagged, sounding a little winded from the second stomach blow.  I couldn't attempt a third one, lest she take my free leg and drive me to the floor.  So I changed tactics and used my left arm to slam HEAVY fists into her rib cage. 

I could feel her jerking in pain with each blow, felt her torso tense, trying to ward off a little of the impact from them.  Her gasps and sharp cries of pain were muffled in my headlock, but I could tell I was putting some hurt on her.  That gave me a wicked sense of satisfaction.

For a moment anyway.  I felt her hands on my back curl into claws, and before I knew it, I was yelling out in pain myself.  She had absolutely BURIED her short nails in the skin of my back.  Neither of us had sharpened claws, preferring to keep them trimmed, but it didn't matter.  She dug in like a woman trying to escape from drowning, and my lower back lit up like a hot knife had been pressed to it.  She ran her hands slowly down from the seam of my sports bra to the waistband of my cloth shorts, and I screamed the entire time.  As she moved as if to begin a new path with her hands, I panicked for just a split second, loosening my grip on her head.

Without a moment's hesitation, she slipped free.  I had barely registered that she had straightened back up when two loud explosions set my ears to ringing.

She had hit me with two solid punches to either side of my head.  The room made a full rotation in my vision before the pain actually registered, blasting through my entire skull.  I didn't even know I was staggering until she caught me by the ponytail, holding me in place just long enough to drive her fist into my diaphragm with what I can only describe as force so malicious it almost felt petty.

The noise that came from my mouth was an undignified rattle as I tried to gasp in a breath that I couldn't take hold of.  I sank to my knees, curled over myself into a ball, clutching my stomach with my arms.  It was all I could manage as I felt my chest contort and tighten, trying desperately to take a breath.

"Come on girl, you're not done."  I heard Emery say.  Her voice was a breathless mix of danger and excitement.  "I'm not done WITH you.  Get up."

Her hands grabbed either side of my head, taking hold of my hair.  "I said...get.  Up."  She pulled upward, and I hissed as the sensitive hair on the sides of my head was jerked up.  I finally managed to snag a deep breath as I started to plant one socked foot on the floor to bring myself up.

Once I had gotten there, I roared in pure defiance, the sound banging off the walls as I drove forward in a purely force driven tackle, driving my head into her midsection.  Emery yelped in surprise as my arms found her knees and jerked back, driving her in a heaping crash to the floor with me firmly on top of her.  Her legs snapped around my waist in a guard but I still had her underneath me.  She quickly brought her arms up to ward off any blows I might throw at her face, but I had another target in mind.

One hand latched onto one of her breasts and I squeezed, digging in hard.

"OHH!"  My roommate yelled, but that wasn't quite enough for me.  My other hand opened, and I began laying savage slaps over and over into the angry red area on her side where my fist had been connecting just a minute ago.

"RAGHHHHHOWWW!" She cried out, face contorted in sheer pain as I slapped away at her with ferocious force, so hard that my hand was throbbing by the third slap.  Her legs snapped together, ankles crossing as she clamped a scissor hold down on my midsection.  The sudden sharp cutting off of my air brought me up short, stopping my relentless rhythm.  Her hands grabbed my upper arms.  We grappled, her underneath me with her legs squeezing the fuck out of my midsection.

We glared at each other.  Any outsider would've thought we despised each other in that moment.  Teeth bared, eyes wide and brows furrowed.  Our fingers dug into each other's forearms, pressing pockets into the flesh of our biceps.

I'd only seen this side of my roommate one other time.  And that was in a video on my computer.  Now I was seeing it face to face.  I loved my roommate, and she was my best friend.  But there was something about getting to face her like this, see her break loose from her giggling, friendly to a fault demeanor that made me feel ALIVE.

Even the pain all over my body felt electric.  Like something I'd craved for too long.

"Don't make me hurt you." I said down to her through my grinding teeth.

"Go ahead and try." She spat back at me, not even a little cowed by my trash talk.

We let go of our grapple and took each other by the back of the head.  We forced our foreheads together and before I knew it, the two of us were rolling around on the floor, pulling hair, wrestling with our breasts, our stomachs, our hips.  Even our socked feet slid, wrestled, and kicked at each other in their own sort of combat as we tumbled, a bundle of tossing and flailing limbs along the carpet.

When our bodies thumped against the couch, we sprang apart, getting to our hands and knees for only a moment before springing at each other like two alley cats launching into battle.

Three punches each were exchanged to each other's heads before we grappled up with each other again.  We wrestled on our knees for a moment before I felt Emery pivot.  My back met the foot of the couch and my roommate swung herself over, straddling my hips.

My legs were pinned under her ass as I now found myself in a sitting position with her on top of me.  She growled low in her chest as she planted a hand under my chin and bent my neck painfully backward over the couch.  I grabbed at her, but her knee had left the floor and I never saw it coming before she slammed it into my abdomen.  I gasped as the impact drove the air out of my lungs and my spine into the front of the couch.  My arms retreated back to protect myself, my vision firmly glued on the ceiling with her cranking my neck this way.

"GIVE UP!"  She screamed at me as she moved her hands from my chin to my hair.  She YANKED to the side, and I couldn't help but scream as she leaned over to look down at me.  My neck was now aching, and my scalp was burning intensely.  She yanked again, to the same side while still pulling my neck back.  "GIVE UP MAISIE I SWEAR TO GOD!"  She bellowed.  My hands tried to push her body off of mine, but as soon as they moved away from my stomach, her knee buried itself in my stomach again.

"Ohhh..." I groaned, feeling myself retch at the impact.  Another jerk of my hair to crank my neck.

"GAHHHHHH FUCK!"  I screamed, tears actually forming in my eyes.

"YOU WANNA CRY?  GO AHEAD!" One of her hands slapped me across the face, and I let out a small sob before she returned it to join her other fist buried in my scalp.  I could HEAR the strands of hair popping loose as she jerked at it.  And every time I mounted a defense, she would plow into my stomach again with her knee.  "CRY FOR ME THEN GIVE UP!"  She screamed so intensely that I felt spittle splash across my face

"OH MY GOD!  OH MY GOD EMMY THAT HURTSSSS!"  I cried out, feeling the burning tell tale sign of tears forming in my eyes.  She held me fast, not letting me move as she leaned into place her forehead on mine.  She ground her head down on mine and I let out a pitiful whimper.

"Give up."  She said, much quieter.  A little gentler.  "Give up or I start working on your face I swear to Christ.  Don't make me fuck you up."

And in that moment, I knew good and well she would make good on that threat.

I cried.  Quiet whimpers more than sobbing cries.  I closed my eyes as she gave my hair another jerk.  This one was smaller.  A warning.  A tear ran down my cheek and onto my jaw.

"I give."  I whimpered.  "I give Emmy, fuck please get off me."

And just like that, every bit of pressure on my neck disappeared, followed swiftly by the weight on my lap.

I collapsed onto my side, curling into a ball as I gasped for air, stifling sobs.

"Fu-fu-fu-ck-ck." I sniffled, holding onto my aching body.  When I finally got the courage to pick my head up from the floor where I had buried my face...I found Emery sitting up, knees pulled up to her chest.  She looked rough.  Bruised, angry red and purple splotches and scratches all over.  Her eyes and nose alone peeked out from over her socks, and I could see they were wide and frightened looking.

"I'm....jesus Maisie I'm sorry...are you alright?"  She asked, her eyes drilling into me.

"Oh god..." I groaned as I pulled myself to my hands and knees.  "Everything hurts.....Emmy fuck...."

She unraveled herself, making to move toward me.

"I'm so-" she began but I cut her off.

I cut her off by launching myself at her.  Not to attack, but to wrap my arms around her in a tight embrace.  She jolted for just a moment, thinking I was going to tear into her again.

"That...was so much....goddamn....FUN!"  I gasped through my short breaths and persistent whimpers of pain.

I felt her smile into my shoulder as she returned my hug.  "Yeah.  It was a blast." She said, sounding clearly relieved.

"We're not done."  I sniffled as we untangled ourselves from each other.

She gave me a small, kind smile.

"No." She shook her head as she moved to the other end of the room, crawling to retrieve the bag in the corner before returning to me.  "We're not."

My heart pounded.  I didn't know what I expected exactly...until I saw her smile turn absolutely wicked.

She shoved me roughly onto my back, faster than I expected, and my head hit the floor.  I stared at the ceiling, shocked before I felt a blindfold shoved roughly over my eyes.  I gasped, starting to push myself back up to my elbows, but I was shoved down again by Emery's foot planted stiffly in my chest.  She had clearly stood.  I heard her tampering with something before she spoke again.

"I love you and all girl."  Her voice was honey laced with cyanide.  "But I am gonna make you fucking pay now."

There was hardly any preamble.  Her foot left my chest.  I heard her pad over and kneel down over me.  My shorts were pulled down slowly.  Almost lovingly as her fingers traced down my legs.  I felt the goose flesh rise and my thighs twitched at the touch.

I didn't resist.  Those were the rules.  I just wish I could fucking SEE at least.

Her fingers traced the outline of my soaking wet cotton bikini underwear...I knew they had been wet from the moment we had squared off.

"Excited?"  She said, and I could hear the smirk in her voice.  "I can help with that."

I gasped as my panties were suddenly ripped off of me in a violent jerk that I heard snapping the waistband.  The instant the final strand tore free, I swore I felt my soul leave my body.

I SCREAMED.  Because Emery had thrust a strap on into my pussy with slamming force.  Her hips thudded into mine.

And it was MASSIVE.  I couldn't see, but the tears came leaping back to my eyes again as my roommate moaned and began to fuck me into the floor with this monstrosity.

She was not gentle.  I cried out, feeling the walls of my sex pulled apart to what felt like their limits.  "EMMY OH MY GOD!"  I shouted, but that shout was underscored by a moan.  I was so turned on.  So excited.  And despite the pain....it felt INCREDIBLE after the first few violent thrusts.  I felt my toes curl as Emery grabbed the blindfold and jerked it off of my eyes.

"I wanna watch you."  She breathed, panting as she shoved her instrument deeper inside than ever.  Not slowing down.  "I wanna watch your eyes while you get fucked, loser."

Her arms hooked under the joints of my knees and she pulled my legs up to her shoulders, allowing her deeper purchase.

My hands clawed at the carpet, my legs jerked and spasmed, my pussy absolutely TREMBLED underneath her.  It felt like terror, and bliss, and agony, and ecstasy all at once, and I was drunk on it.  So drunk on the overwhelming sensation that the only sounds I could form were primal, feral grunts, moans and cries.  I felt it building inside me.

"Oh god!  Oh my fucking god don't stop!  I'm....i'm..."

And she STOPPED.  I cried out as the monster sized strap on snapped out of me with an audible noise.  I cried out, more in frustration now than anything.

Emmy just laughed and made her way up my body until the sex toy on her hips was directly in front of me.

"I'm going to skull fuck you with this now."  She said.  I could barely muster a look of terror before she had shoved it in between my jaws.  I could barely contain it within my mouth.  The entire thing only slid about halfway up the shaft before it was triggering my gag reflex.  My eyes rolled as she took the back of my head and began thrusting down my throat.

The sounds I made were disgusting to my ears.  Gags and choking...the drip of drool down my chin as she held the strap on inside of me.  I could taste myself on it, and I knew that's what she wanted.  For me to be forced to lick my own arousal and sweat off of her weapon of choice.

I felt my chest heave as the tears mingled with the drool on my face.  My gags were now mixed with muffled, choked sobs as Emery relentlessly plowed my face with this awful thing.  Her hand reached back and teased at my clitoris, causing my legs to jerk and my sounds to become even more feral and mixed.

Again, I was brought right to the edge of orgasm.  I was so ready to explode.  It felt so good.  She felt so fucking good.  And her hand left my clitoris at the last second.  I moaned, and she took the back of my head a bit harder.  She pushed the strap on to the limits of my throat....then shoved me down on it an extra half inch.  She held me there for several seconds until my limbs began to flail, and my chest desperately began to jerk in protest against my gag reflex.  But she wouldn't let me pull off.

I cut my tear filled eyes to her with a pleading look as I began to fully sob now.  And she pulled back.  I gasped for air in sheer relief as I coughed, retched and tried not to vomit everywhere.  When I looked back at my roommate, she had removed the strap on entirely, and I wanted to sob with relief at the sight.

She took me by my shoulders and much more gently laid me flat on my back again, and straddled my face.

"Make me cum." She said.  Simple.  A command, but not one that needed to be shouted or demanded.

I think I blacked out at some point.  I began attacking her pussy like a starved animal as she pressed it down over my mouth, her thighs closing my ears.  I must have blacked out because as I began, she looked down at me...

"That's right, eat my fucking pussy you little sub." She said.  The next thing I remember, her back is arching, and she is screaming.  Screaming in such ecstasy that she actually had her hand over her own mouth to stifle herself a little bit.  But the sound was still ear piercing.

Her breasts were pointed upward as her back seized in pleasure.  My tongue continued its work as she humped and thrust her hips into my face.  I didn't stop until she too was sobbing, overstimulated.  When her movements and trembling slowed...so did I.  My face was covered in her.  She had orgasmed so hard that she had left me an even bigger mess than I already was.  We made our way to a stop.  Both moaning, both teary eyed.

She slowly pulled herself off of me, and knelt over my prone form.

"Fuck...that was intense." She gasped, grinning at me before her grin turned back into a smirk.  She picked herself up, wobbly legged back to her feet.

And she began to walk away.

"WAIT!"  I cried out.  She stopped and looked back with a raised eyebrow.  "Wh-what ab-about m-me?" I gasped, my hand trailing down to my edged but yet unsatisfied sex.

Emery grinned an evil grin.  "What ABOUT you?" She waggled her fingers at me, and padded off to her bedroom.  I heard the door click shut.

I lay there, frustrated, about to grab something from the bag to finish myself right there on the floor.  If she walked in, I didn't care what she found.  I NEEDED release.

My phone pinged, and I realized it had landed not far away from where I was now.  I saw Emery's name on the screen.  A text.

It was a selfie of my roommate in her bed, sheets pulled back, now wearing nothing but her knee socks.

"My door's unlocked dumbass." The text read, followed by a winking emoji.  I bit my bottom lip as I giggled, throwing myself to my feet.

I left a trail of discarded athletic cloaking, and one torn to shreds pair of underwear in a trail as I moved down the hall to her room.

Looks like there were no hard feelings after all!

[B-Anna]

THIS IS SO GOOD!
PEAK!
(sorry, I am too invested to form an elaborate and articulate comment    )

[Rambler0428]

THIS IS SO GOOD!
PEAK!
(sorry, I am too invested to form an elaborate and articulate comment    )

Ahhh!  So so glad you love it!  I was really hoping it would be well received!

[Violet Rae]

not finished reading yet, but have to say now: HANDS DOWN. THIS IS A MASTERPIECE. THIS IS CATFIGHTING AT ITS CUTEST. I LOVE IT!

[Violet Rae]

FINISHED READING! UTTERLY PERFECT AND RELATABLE DEPICTION OF THIS FETISH AND OF THE GIRLS' DYNAMIC IN THIS SETTING/SCENARIO! 10/10!

[Violet Rae]