The last story was my most favourited ever, so a sequel was inevitable. For those of you who don't know a twiglet is a British snack made from Wheat and flavoured with Marmite (like Vegamite),. shaped like twigs and are really yummy. I just couldn't resist thye Twi'lek/Twiglet puns., Hope you enjoy,
"Hyaaa!"
Ahsoka Tano brought her mighty lightsabre down on her enemy, vanquishing him forever.
Except she was not Ahsoka Tano, just Karen Mullins from Ohio, wearing an expensive VR helmet at Comicon.
Shit.
Game over. Back to reality.
Shit.
As she stood outside the VR Hall, she dreamed of being in a real life and death struggle against a worthy
foe. With the thrill of physical combat, she shuddered excitedly.
But shit she'd never even been in a playground scrap.
But she was a warrior, she knew it and one day she would prove it.
***
Padme Amidala stood triumphant over the field of battle. For a moment she forgot she was Tracy from Chipping Norton, England, she was a mighty warrior.
Game over. Back to reality.
Shit.
That one time she had had a fight that bully had beaten her, and she remembered her head going into that toilet bowl again and again. Padme would not let that happen to her ever again; she was a fighter. The first time she saw 'The Phantom Menace' she was stunned by Padme she was all that she wasn't, smart and tough. She started working out.
Comicon was the perfect time to immerse herself in the character. She loved how her common Chipping Norton accent; Estuary English, marked her out as something exotic, to the Americans she had the same voice as Natalie Portman, and they loved it.
***
As both women walked out of the VR hall, they were lost in their daydreams and clumsily collided. Tracy’s blaster and Karen’s lightsabre clattered to the floor, and they both bent down to recover their very expensive weapons. As they bent down their heads collided.
“Sorry,” said Tracy (Look where you’re going, you Stupid cow! Thought Tracy).
“Sorry,” said Karen (Look where you’re going, you stupid cow! Thought Karen).
“I like the Twi’lek costume, you’re really brave to wear that bikini”. Said Tracy (Slut!).
“I think so, I really rock in it”. (Unlike you, pimple-tits).
“By the way, I’m not a Twi’lek I’m a Togruta, Ahsoka Tano, commander in the Grand Army of the Republic”. Karen corrected. (Dumb fuck)
“Oh, there’s a difference?” (Who gives a shit?)
“Didn’t you see the TV Series?” (Come on you can’t be that much of a dumb fuck!)
“Only a couple of episodes” (Really, I don’t give a shit)
Tracy had only watched a couple of episodes it was a bit slow-moving. All these squid creatures looked the same to her. She was more interested in the humans, the people she could be.
Tracy changed the subject.
"How did you do in the VR Hall?" (I bet I did better than you)
"I scored 95" Karen said proudly. (I fought pretty damn hard, princess)
"Cool, I scored 100". (Knew it, I beat you!)
"Yeah, but you were only firing a pretend gun. I was using a lightsabre, which takes more skill".
(Yes, but you weren’t doing it properly)
"A blaster takes a lot of skill." (Yes, I was, I did it properly and I beat you)
"Sure, but not as much as a lightsabre" Karen brushed the argument away.
(What crap you hoity-toity princess, I’m a General, a proper Jedi)
"Does" Tracy protested. (I fucking beat you, you dumb cow, admit it)
"Nah not as much as a lightsabre" (I’m being a warrior; you just play with guns!)
"It's just a toy, at least I'm using marksmanship," Tracy said. (I’m being a warrior; you just play with those lightsabre toys!)
"I think..." Karen started. (Right, I’m really going to tear you a new one now)
"Tracy! "
Tracy turned; it was her friends, waving to her.
“Hi Nicole, Shelly”
Turning to Karen she said.
“My friends I’ve got to go” (Fuck off, you pretentious bitch)
"Yeah, see you later" (Fuck off, you wannabe Disney princess). She held up her hands to Tracy and walked off.
"...you can explain why pointing a toy gun takes skill, you dumb fuck" Karen muttered under her breath.
Later Tracy from Chipping Norton sipped on her Baby Yo-daiquiri in the cantina, still fuming over what that Twiglet bitch had said. Well in her orange makeup, she looked like a Twiglet, didn’t she? She never liked them much, they tasted yucky, that fucking marmite. She wondered how much of her body she had painted that stupid orange colour.
“If we hadn’t been interrupted, I was going to take that toy lightsabre and shove right up her cun-“.
Her thoughts were interrupted.
"Excuse me my name's Lachette, Pierre Lachette, I was very impressed by the way you fought those killer droids. I'm organising tonight's catfight event. I thought you might like to take part" he said to Tracy.
Karen was drinking a Darth Mauled Pomegranate Cider. Like Tracy, she was still fuming over her encounter. Why didn’t she just stick to ‘My Little Pony’ or ‘Frozen’? She had entertaining thoughts about just where she would ram that blaster when her daydream was interrupted.
"Excuse me my name's Lachette, Pierre Lachette, I was very impressed by the way you used that lightsabre. I'm organising tonight's catfight event. I thought you might like to take part" he said to Karen.
"Oh," Tracy said. She didn't see last night's event. But she had seen a half-naked blonde, covered in bruises and scratches, her hair a complete mess. But she had walked through the crowd like she was on Cloud Nine holding a large amount of money in her hands. Tracy realised she must have been in a fight and felt a shudder of excitement as she thought about what must have happened, the thrill of actual hand-to-hand combat.
"Oh, said Karen. She didn't see last night's event. But she had heard about it. She too had wondered what it would be like to take part, fighting hand-to-hand like a true warrior.
'Who would I be fighting?" They both asked.
"I was thinking that Ahsoka you bumped into."
Tracy thought about her potential foe, that lightsabre girl. She looked slightly bigger than herself, but not any bigger muscled, more or less the same build as herself, maybe a year older than her 21. Yes, she could take her, she could show her days of being bullied were over.
"That Padme you had words with".
Karen thought about ‘blasters-require-sooo-much-skill girl’, who couldn’t tell a Twi’lek from a Togruta, dumb fuck. She was slightly shorter than her, not particularly muscled, with tiny tits, maybe a year younger, Karen thought she just plays at being a pansy princess while I'm a warrior. I'd show her who the better woman is.
"Initially I was afraid you'd beat her too easily" Lachette said pausing.
Karen smiled.
Tracy smiled.
"But then she said she'd beat the crap out of you." Lachette finishing.
Tracy's face went red with anger.
Karen's face went the colour of a blood orange with anger.
"She did, did she?" Said, Karen.
"Fuck off!" Said Tracy.
"Oh yes she was quite..." he paused "....mouthy".
"She was, was she?" They both said.
"She also said something about you being a skinny skank who she'd leave crying in 10 minutes,"
Lachette said to Tracy.
“Fucking whore, I’ll show her”. said Tracy.
"She also said something about you being an ugly cow who has to wear all of that makeup to hide her ugly face," Lachette said to Karen.
“Fucking candy-ass, I’ll show her”. Muttered Karen.
"She challenged you to a no-rules catfight to the finish, but she thought you'd be too scared". Lachette said to both girls.
"I'll fucking do it, they both said. This was their chance to prove themselves.
“Wind them up and let them go, stand well back, don't get too close.” thought Lachette. They were after all consenting adults. He may have been economical with the truth, but they were both doing it of their own free will and it would make for a good show. The technique had worked so well on Sue and Natasha. He was sure he had chosen well; he had an instinct for these things. This one would be an even bigger event than the last one. Word had gotten out and everybody wanted to see this one. They had to give him a bigger room. But having seen the pre-sales for this one, he finally got to say, "I think we're gonna need a bigger boat!"
"The bitch is toast!" Said Karen.
"Squid-face is gonna be calamari!" Said Tracy.
Ahsoka Tanto, Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic, stepped into the arena (well ring), no longer Karen from Ohio. She felt the butterflies in her stomach mixed in with a tingling excitement. She was going to do it, prove herself a true warrior. She climbed into the ring. And she stood in the corner, standing waiting for her adversary. She could feel those butterflies. But this was it, she was ready.
Princess Padme Amidala, not Tracy from Chipping Norton, climbed into the ring where the battle would take place. She was ready to prove herself a true warrior. 'I took down an arena beast with one swinging kick, I can take down squid-face'. She thought to herself.
Announcements were made over the speakers, Padme didn't pay it any mind, all her concentration was focused on her foe, her enemy, the one she would defeat, it would not be easy, but she would do it. She saw how the Orange cow mouthed something at her. She didn't know what it was, probably a threat. The announcer stopped, it was time, and she felt the adrenaline coursing through her body. She was ready.
Sheila didn't hear the announcer either she fixed her opponent with a laser state mouthing the word 'Dead meat' at her. The excitement and fear tingled through her body like electricity, energizing her. She had never felt so alive, she had dreamed of this moment, her chance to prove herself a real warrior.
"Ding!"
"Is the little Laserbrain ready for her beating?" Ahsoka asked.
The crowd ooohed.
"Fark off schutta, you couldn't even beat a kriffing egg!" Padme replied.
The crowd laughed.
They moved together, unsure how to start this.
“Dawng!”
“Shab!”
Ahsoka reached out with her hand; Padme slapped it away. Padme reached out; Ahsoka slapped it away contemptuously.
Padme slapped Ahsoka's face. Ahsoka turned to the side; she didn’t need a mirror to see how red it looked. Her face was a mask of pure anger she slapped Padme, and spit flew from her mouth.
Padme returned the slap. So did Ahsoka. For a second, they stood, frozen in anger.
There followed a fuselage of slaps. The slaps echoed around the room; The crowd cheered for them to slap harder.
Padme reached out grasping Ahsoka's head-tail. Pulling hard she started spinning her around until she suddenly let go. Ahsoka flew back, stumbling on her feet, landing unceremoniously on her ass.
Padme moved in but Ahsoka kicked up hitting Padme in the breasts.
“Shdruk!” Padme moaned.
Cursing Ahsoka swung a fist, this time, Padme's face. Her face rocked to one side as she stumbled back, gingerly touching her left eye which had already turned a dark colour.
"Oooh little Princess, sore face?"
Padme glared at Ahsoka and returned the punch to her face; a slight trickle of blood came from Ahsoka’s nose., she was going to get her back. Ahsoka swung to punch at Padme again, but this time Padme ducked and punched her in her stomach, Ahsoka gasped bending over in pain. As she bent Padme punched at her head.
"Shab!"
Her fist sank into the soft rubber of her head-tails then the hardness of her skull. There was pain in her knuckles, she would not do that again.
Ahsoka's head rose, she was smiling.
"Okay Laserbrain, here comes your farkling".
She slapped Padme again forehand, backhand. Padme staggered towards the rope of the ring.
But as she staggered, Padme swung around punching straight at Ahsoka's right tit, her fist cratered the flesh as her fist sunk in deep, touching the rib cage. She would show this orange-faced bitch who the true warrior was. Padme was pleased with the result as Ashoka yelped in pain.
A look of determination appeared on Padme’s face as she swung at Ahsoka's left breast. The meaty breast swung wildly outwards, flying out of the cup. Then she did the same to the right one.
She smiled at her handiwork as Ahsoka held her battered bared breasts, she seemed to be trying to cover them up from the appreciative crowd., not sure what to do.
'Dumb bimbo, you wanted everybody to see them, now they can!’, Padme thought as she took advantage, slamming her fist onto Ahsoka's belly. As Ahsoka bent over in pain, Padme pulled off her bikini top. She moved back, twirling the bikini around her head. She noticed Ahsoka's breasts were orange, with no tan lines. 'Wonder if the stupid twiglet made everything orange?' she thought.
"Lost something?"
Padme mocked, brandishing Ashoka’s liberated bikini top.
Ahsoka growled and sprang at Padme, her right breast colliding squarely with her elevated foot, flattening it again. She stumbled backwards. Ahsoka snarled and charged once more. As Padme lifted her leg to deliver another kick, she thought, "Stupid slut." However, Ahsoka caught it this time, heaving so forcefully that Padme fell to the mat. 'Dumb Slut,' Ahsoka thought.
Ahsoka jumped on top of Padme grabbing her hair, her elaborate hairdo destroyed, furiously banging her head into the canvas.
Disoriented Padme clawed at Ahsoka’s face with her hands desperately trying to push her away. Twisting Ahsoka’s cheek.
Giving up on her facial attack Padme went for Ahsoka’s breasts, twisting each one with a savage yank. The pliant flesh stretched to its limits; it looked like she was going to try to tear them off.
Ashoka shrieked. Angered by the punishment her breasts were receiving and the way they were being deformed. She slapped at Padme's face. Then twisted nastily on Padme’s breasts through the material of Padme’s covering. Padme screamed as she scrambled with her legs eventually kicking Ahsoka away.
They both got to their feet. Both cradling their breasts.
"You’re finished, you candy-assed little shit!" Ahsoka taunted.
Padme's fists rose in front of her face. She was looking defiant. She was exhausted, but she wasn’t going to back down. She was going to defeat this bitch and show everybody how she would no longer be bullied she could stand up for herself.
"Try me squid-face”. Padme said defiantly.
"With pleasure". Ahsoka was not going down to this wimpy piece of shit. She was a true warrior, and she would prove it and she would not be defeated.
Ahsoka swung a roundhouse at Padme.
Who ducked…
Padme fired an uppercut into Ahsoka's belly, gasping, she moved back.
Pursuing her, eager to follow up, Padme followed her with more shots to her torso, forcing a gasping Ashoka back towards the ropes.
More blows and Ahsoka wailed as her back hit the ropes, her retreat cut off.
"I'm gonna Fuck you up so bad, skank." Padme hissed.
Some in the crowd noticed the girls were no longer cursing in standard galactic.
Moving in Ahsoka threw her arms around Padme’s torso and squeezed hard. Padme gasped as her smaller breasts were compressed by Ahsoka’s larger pair, her breathing was getting harder. Luckily, her arms were free, so she clawed hard at Ahsoka’s back, racking her gloved fingers down her back. Ahsoka grimaced with the pain but in return pulsed her arms harder, Padme gasped.
“I’m gonna break you, you little shit”.
Ahsoka leaned back, using her slightly greater height to lift Padme off the floor of the canvas mat. Ahsoka dropped Padme onto the floor, sending shockwaves through her legs, and her legs started to buckle.
Her situation was desperate, the air was being driven from her body, and she was starting to feel dizzy. Desperately fighting back, with one hand she held Ahsoka’s nose sealing it shut, and with the other, she put over Ahsoka’s mouth. The orange bitch tried to snap with her teeth at the fingers, but Padme was holding her mouth shut. Padme smiled as Ahsoka’s eyes went wide in panic as her airways were cut off. She whispered into Ahsoka’s ear.
“Let’s see who turns blue first. Shit-head!”
Desperately Ahsoka pulsed her hold again, trying to drive the air from Padme’s body, Padme held on to her opponent's face. Ahsoka’s earlier dominance was slipping fast.
With a wail of alarm, Ahsoka launched a knee at Padme. Hitting her in the belly, Padme cried out in pain, hurting. Ahsoka grabbed Padme by the hair, holding her head up, setting her head up for a blow from her rapidly descending fist.
Padme dived into her, driving her to the floor.
They rolled wrestling for control. Arms entangled, fists pounding into flesh, knees pounding bodies. Neither girl was willing to submit, their laboured breathing and gasps echoed around the room as they continued their struggle for victory.
Padme’s beautifully coiffured hair was now a wild wet sodden mop, her face a mass of bruises. Both eyes were now darkening. Ahsoka was no better, although her montral was still intact, her head-tails looked like they had seen better days, and although the orange makeup hid the bruises, you could tell from the uneven contours of her face, that she was in no better shape than Padme.
The blood from their cut lips and bloody noses stained their bared teeth. They looked like something feral. Both girls were determined to be the winner, both determined to destroy their opponent no matter what the cost to themselves.
Eventually, Ahsoka managed to roll on top, she pulled the band that went around Padme's breasts down, so it hung around her waist. Ahsoka looked down.
"Wow, you really do have no tits!"
Padme turned bright red as she tried to pull up the covering, failed, and then stopped.
"You shit"
Her fist flew straight into Ahsoka's left breast; the bruised orb flattening again against Ahsoka’s rib cage. It looked like Padme was trying to drive it through her body.
"Fuuucck!" Ahsoka cried.
"Suck it up bitch!" Padme cried as her other fist flew into Ahsoka's right breast.
Determined to avenge the breast pounding, Ahsoka went straight for the nipples, taking each nipple between thumb and forefinger and pulling down hard. This was payback for the bitches’ earlier titty-twisting, and she was going to enjoy this.
Reversing her move, Ahsoka pulled Padme's nipples up hard.
"No, you suck it" Ahsoka cried, Padme moaned.
Ahsoka leaned back, stretching the nipples to their breaking point Padme’s smaller breasts became cones. Then she started twisting them, the flesh becoming contorted. Padme screamed and attacked Ahsoka’s breasts, burying her fingers into the flesh and giving each one a savage twist in return. All that could be heard was grunts and moans as the girls attacked each other’s breasts. A savage twist would get a moan from the recipient, and she would strike back with her own attack. Their once pristine breasts were now red with scratches and bruises. It was a battle to see who could take the more pain.
“Why won’t you fucking die whore? Give up!” Ahsoka asked through ground teeth.
“Not to you, not for anybody” Padme defiantly shouted back, through her agony.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ahsoka seemed to be getting the upper hand with more moans coming from Padme, who was sobbing, tears welling in her eyes from the pain. Eventually, she snapped as her hands clutched pitifully at Ahsoka’s hands trying to gain release from the agonising pain. Through tear-filled eyes, Ahsoka would not relent in her torture she was going to finish the bitch.
Giving out a cry of pain, Padme, released Ahsoka's hands and clasped her own hands together, she swung a blow straight into Ahsoka’s face with all of her rapidly failing strength.
Ashore gasped and released the nipples as Padme swung her fist back, swinging a haymaker straight into Ahsoka's nose. The trickle became a flood of blood. Following up, Padme swung a fist into Ahsoka's stomach, Ahsoka bent over as Padme swung her fist up into Ahsoka's face. Ahsoka’s head swung back, and she fell onto her back, stunned.
Giving out a whoop of joy, Padme fell to her knees, so she straddled Ahsoka’s legs. With her left hand, she roughly pulled Ahsoka’s bikini panties out of the way, Ahsoka gasped, her eyes wide open in fear.
'Whatdya know it's not orange!' Padme thought to herself.
She raised her right hand with three fingers straight out and savagely she drove the fingers into Ahsoka’s crotch. She’d said she was going to shove her Lightsabre right up her, but this would do, she giggled.
Ahsoka’s scream was ungodly.
“You fucking twat! You said you'd have me in tears in ten minutes”. Padme drove her fingers in hard again.
"Who's in tears now?"
Ahsoka’s scream turned into whimpers.
“I’ll show you, I’m gonna fuck you up so bad”.
Padme drove her fingers in again. She was doing it, proving how tough she was, she was going to win, and nobody would ever bully her again. She would have this slag in tears.
“Do you surrender?”
All Ahsoka could manage was a sobbing “No”. She would not surrender, not like this.
Padme drove her fingers in again. As she brought her fingers out, she grabbed a handful of pubic hair and yanked hard. She angrily threw the ripped-out hair away,
Ahsoka screamed so hard. The audience winced.
Someone turned to Lachelle.
“Shouldn’t we stop them?”
“They signed a waiver and anyway it's finishing soon”.
Feeling searing agonising pain, Ahsoka was on the verge of collapse. Her hands were flailing trying to drive this bitch away, she was a warrior she would not lose to this little candy-ass. Her flaying hands hit Padme straight into her face. Her nose opened up like a river as Padme screamed out in pain, the blood flowed freely.
Ahsoka took her chance, she knew it would be her last, grabbing Padme’s hair and pulling her to her side. Swinging her knee in, she crashed it into Padme’s crotch determined to avenge the agony she had just endured.
Padme’s face went pale, her mouth opened in a soundless ‘O’ as the air escaped from her lungs.
Sitting on top of her foe, Ahsoka launched another knee then hard slaps into Padme’s face, left and then right. By the fifth blow, she realised she could not do anymore., she was done, exhausted.
She sat gasping on top of her foe, her breasts heaving, it had been a hard, savage fight, she had given it her all, but now she could do no more. She sat atop Padme waiting for the moment when Padme would strike back, she did not have the strength to fight back.
She accepted her fate as she waited for the next blow, which would finish her.
The blow never came.
Ahsoka felt Lachelle’s arms lift her. She tried to stand, her legs buckled, and then she recovered and stood on her own two feet. She heard over the speakers something about the winner by a knockout, it did not register at first, they were talking about her until Lachelle pressed the cheque into her hand.
She had done it; she had won this savage hand-to-hand combat and she had prevailed. She had proven herself a warrior! She passionately kissed her boyfriend and then went back with him to celebrate.
Padme came around a few minutes later. She no longer felt like Padme Amidala, just Tracy Snodgrass from Chipping Norton. A medical person, Lachelle and her friends Nicole and Shelly were looking down at her, there was nobody else in the ring, and the crowd was filling out. Tears were in her eyes as she looked up at her friends, who were smiling. Lachelle held out the cheque for her.
“Here you earned every cent of it”.
She looked at the cheque, it wasn’t bad. 500 people at $50 a head, you do the maths, even the losers cut was nothing to be sniffed at. The medical man moved in to look at her, but her friends waved him out of the way as they went to comfort their friend.
“I…I…lost”. She blubbered.
“She got lucky, that’s all. Trace, you fought like a tiger, you were amazing.”. Nicole replied.
“You were wild!” Shelly confirmed.
Nicole tenderly stroked her face.
“You think so?” Tracy asked.
“I know so” Nicole replied.
Shelly spoke up. “Next time you’ll fuck that Orange cow up, nobody will ever kick sand in your face ever again!”.
"She wasn't all orange y'know". Tracy added.
'Yeah, you showed us". Shelly sxxxxxxxed.
Nicole hugged her.
"You're a fucking champion". She whispered into her friend's ear.
“Y’know it was kinda wild" Tracy said, her tears drying.
"It was exciting...I... liked it”.
“I wonder if I can try again next year…”
