It was a bright Sunday morning in the suburbs of Ostania. Birds were chirping, children were playing in the parks, and happy couples were savoring their free time in each other’s company.
But among the streets, one gloomy figure stood out while walking at a slow but determined pace. On paper, Fiona Frost is merely one of the workers under doctor Loid Forger’s team in the prestigious Berlint hospital. However, her actual occupation was much more dangerous. Hailing from the neighboring country of Westalis, she was one of the agents of the spy organization WISE, who was in the process of infiltrating the country in order to prevent a war between the two nations.
Under the codename “Nightfall”, she was a perfect encapsulation of all the attributes that define a perfect spy. She was a capable martial artist, fluent in multiple forms of communication, and most important of all, able to keep her emotions completely in check, courtesy of her training under agent “Twilight”, WISE’s top operative, and one of the few people in the world she respects and loves unconditionally.
She was also well-endowed in the physical department, as her cold, emotionless demeanor matched perfectly with her slim but still defined physique. Her gorgeous shoulder-length silver blonde hair contrasted perfectly with her dark eyes and black clothes. With her qualifications, she could easily fulfill the role of Twilight’s wife at “Operation Strix”, an intricate assignment that involved the infiltration in a foreign country, the construction of a fake family, and the enrollment in a prestigious school, all in a desperate effort to approach a recluse politician who could bring the winds of war to both countries.
However, life isn’t always fair. To Frost’s persistent dismay, she was unavailable on the exact window of time when Twilight was supposed to enter the country. You see, this was hardly just a mission to her. Her admiration for her mentor was borderline obsessive, and she wanted nothing more than to spend these months together alongside her idol, feigning romantic feelings for each other. So not being able to fulfill that fantasy due to something as silly as a scheduling conflict made her blood boil on the inside.
And to rub salt in the wound, Fiona felt that the person who eventually replaced her was nothing more than an inept, trashy and slutty man-stealing whore. To her, the public servant Yor Briar was not only harming the operation by failing to raise their adoptive daughter properly, but also due to not being able to provide Loid with all he needed for a companion. Even worse, Fiona tried to discredit Yor in her husband’s eyes on multiple occasions with disguised conversations and challenges, and every time, without fail, her rival ended up humiliating her in return, aggressively fueling the spy’s frustration.
Needless to say, Fiona was not satisfied with her current situation. Yor was like a virus, seeping her disgusting tendrils into every facet of her life and making it worse. And the only possibility to excise the disease would be by her own hands. Lucky for her, a perfect opportunity had just manifested itself.
Alongside the espionage, a key part of Operation Strix was raising the young Anya in a believable enough way that would make her want to do well at school, and thus open up opportunities to interact with their target during parent-student meetings accessible only to top students. Therefore, the inauguration of a theme park based on Anya’s favorite cartoon would for sure keep her and Loid away from their residence for the entire afternoon, and Yor would be completely alone (especially after Fiona “conveniently” won two tickets for the grand opening and also decided to pay Franky to take the family dog to a distant dog park).
And what was Fiona planning to do once she sat face-to-face with Yor? To claim she had been in an affair with Loid for a long time, hoping to cause a divorce and swoop in to fulfill the wife role. Would it jeopardize the mission? Definitely. Would she be socially maligned as a homewrecker if she were to “marry” Loid after breaking up the couple? Absolutely. However, Fiona’s feelings had reached a critical point, and she would do anything in her power to achieve her goal.
And this was without taking into consideration the much more tantalizing second step of her plan. She didn’t just want to break Yor emotionally, but also physically. Therefore, during the affair reveal, she would push Briar’s buttons just enough to coax her into a vicious catfight. With just a fraction of her WISE training, she would surely take the housewife down in no time, putting a definitive end to their physical contests.
Again, it would surely put a couple dents in Operation Strix, with Ostania’s government being very vigilant over their citizen’s actions. The spy was a bit more confident in her predicament in this area though. After all, it’s not like women fighting over a man would be that unusual of an occurrence, and which police officer wouldn’t be interested in seeing a brawl between two beautiful ladies enough to let the conflict happen in secrecy?
Yes, Fiona was feeling over the moon while on her brisk walk to the Forger residence. Her feelings were so extreme on the inside, jumping between self-congratulatory pats in the back about her flawless strategy and lust-filled daydreams about a married life with Loid, that she almost slammed her face into the apartment door. The fight of her life was but a knock away.
***
Behind that door, Yor wasn’t exactly having the best day.
One might look at the beautiful secretary of the Berlin Prefecture and think she’s nothing more than an example of a competent housewife. The truth, however, was a bit more complicated. Her relationship with a family as perfect as Loid’s was completely accidental. She needed to find a husband quickly to avoid suspicion regarding her hidden work as an extremely deadly assassin, while Loid needed a new mother for his daughter.
It was obviously a very unbalanced dynamic. Yor was almost never romantic towards Loid, and was a disaster as a lady of the house. All while Loid and Anya were nothing but kind towards her. This made an intense inferiority complex flare up, only mitigated by her violent double life.
Even worse, she started to grow suspicious that something was going on between Loid and her mysterious coworker Fiona Frost. They spend so much time together that she wouldn’t be shocked if they were fucking behind her back. It made her feel an extreme murderous rage towards the pale woman, but at the same time that made her feel even worse about herself. After all, could she even afford to feel jealousy over her husband when they don’t even kiss? And even though he still feels the need to meet her constantly despite Yor prevailing in most of their indirect altercations over his affection? The present result of those conflicted feelings was a very depressing afternoon sulking alone at her living room’s couch, not even realizing what an amazing and beautiful woman she was.
That “riveting” schedule would be abruptly cut short due to a sudden knock on the door. Yor definitely wasn’t expecting anyone, something even more evidenced by the shock on her face as she opened the door.
“Hello miss Forger. Sorry about the sudden intrusion, but could we talk for a moment? It’s about Loid.”
Time seemed to stand still for an eternity as the women stared each other down. At the outset, it was merely an awkward moment between two unfamiliar acquaintances, but any onlooker could tell what was hiding underneath. Fiona definitely picked the best possible moment to enact her plan, as Yor’s recent suspicions about her husband’s affair clouded her mind with an overflowing hatred for the other woman, a feeling only matched by her rival’s own intense aura.
As two women who had undergone intense combat training, both ladies knew how to survey a possible opponent with just a simple glance. This however, was much more than that. The staredown was fittingly much closer to two rival felines making a bid on territory. They surveyed their rival’s body in detail, trying to glimpse possible weak points and advantages if the possibility they would come to blows would come to fruition.
And much to their dismay, finding those differences in these brief microseconds was an unexpected challenge. Both women had incredibly similar proportions, boasting thick thighs, strong arms and gorgeous breasts. Although, the only leverage one of them had was in physical looks. Yor was undeniably the prettier face, with gorgeous ruby eyes and a mane of thick raven hair arranged in a typical ostanian hairdo, leaving most of it tied besides two long strands cascading next to her cheeks. There certainly was a reason for Fiona’s desire to disfigure her opponent.
“Of course, come right in”, Yor’s soft voice ringed, breaking their seemingly eternal stalemate for at least a few seconds. Until they sat across from each other and Fiona started talking, at least.
“Miss Forger, you must understand that it’s with a deep feeling of shame and regret that I come to you today. I’m afraid there was something going on between me and your husband in the hospital that you weren’t privy to”, the spy said in her traditional monotone cadence.
Yor slowly moved her hand to cover her mouth, instantly combining the dots. “...you can’t possibly mean you were…?”
“It seems you had your suspicions then”, Fiona interrupted, trying as hard as possible to hold back a sneaky grin. “Yes, me and your husband have been engaging in a relationship during working hours in the hospital”.
Despite her suspicions, at that moment Yor couldn’t stop her heart from sinking to the floor. “LIAR!”, she yelled, slamming her hand on the coffee table. “LOID WOULD NEVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO ME… TO OUR FAMILY!”
“The truth can often hurt miss Forger. Unfortunately, the circumstances surrounding both of us made the proposition of an affair so alluring. In fact, we were planning to have the first consummation of the relationship but a few weeks ago…”
“GET. OUT. NOW! BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!”, now it was Yor’s time to interrupt, feeling clearly irate over the revelation, with tears starting to form on her eyes.
“Of course, I’m sure you need time to process this sudden news”, Fiona stated while also standing up, still maintaining her devilish calm tone. The second part of her plan had to happen now, so she started speaking on her way to the door.
“I just wanted to clarify that I came here trying to come clean out of respect for you. However, I won’t deny that I feel next to zero regrets towards the affair. Especially after all the comments he was making about how shitty you were as a wife and mother, and how you REFUSED to give him what he needed from a woman…”
“Excuse me…?”, Yor hissed between gritted teeth, as her tears were being held back by her sudden indignity.
“Oh, you couldn’t piece that mystery together?”, Fiona turned back towards her nemesis, and started to slowly approach her. “You seriously thought you had this perfect home life being this useless woman in a house with a struggling child and an overworked husband? And in a relationship that’s practically loveless?”. Fiona was now mere inches away from her rival’s face, finally allowing herself to grin at the situation.
“So you heard all of that from Loid too?”, Yor retorted, starting to circle Fiona like a coiling snake.
“He didn’t need to. It’s evident for anyone with even a shred of brain matter”, Fiona taunted back, circling back. She intentionally started pushing her shoulder against Yor’s to coax an exchange with further physicality.
“Ah, so are you just being delusional then? It really explains why you would go for a married man”, Yor pushed back against her rival by pressing their thighs together.
“Married or not, I felt like my actions were perfectly justified. I had to show Loid how a REAL woman felt like”, now their manes brushed against each other.
“I see, so where does losing all those challenges to me fit into that process exactly?”, next their hands were almost intertwining.
“That… THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT! YOU’RE JUST A CHEATER, YOU CONDESCENDING cxnt!” Fiona was getting more agitated, and stepped on Yor's toes.
“Did we stop pretending to be prim and proper ladies now? Good, I’ve been holding back a few ‘compliments’ ever since I first laid eyes on your ugly mug”, they were back to facing each other now, as their breasts were mushrooming against each other for supremacy.
“OH YEAH?”
“YEAH, YOU FUCKING SKANK!”
“LOCK THAT FUCKING DOOR AND LET’S SETTLE THIS LIKE ACTUAL WOMEN THEN!”
“GLADLY!”
At that point, the ladies’ heads were so clouded by mutual hate that any semblance of decorum or secrecy flew out the window. As Yor rushed to close every possible exit in the house, Fiona removed her trench coat and gloves and started to move the furniture of the living room out of the way for their fight.
Yor came back to the entrance to find an impatient Fiona in the middle of a true makeshift arena. Both women traded hate-filled glares again, looking ready to tear each other apart at any moment. To them, this would be definitely one of the most unique fights either had ever been a part of. Gone was any semblance of tactical battle gear, exchanged for the almost identical simple sweater-leggings combo both were wearing. No room for complex and destructive martial arts techniques, as the women still had secret identities to keep. This would be a picture perfect catfight: scratching, biting, rolling around, hairpulling, ripping clothes and everything in between would be the means of settling this rivalry.
Fiona broke the stalemate approaching Yor slowly with her hands raised. “I’m going to prove to you that me and Loid deserve to be together”. A loud *SLAP* followed, with a ferocity that caught even Yor by surprise. “He NEEDS a proper woman, not an ogre masquerading as a lazy housewife”. A second slap was attempted, this time blocked by her rival.
Yor twisted Fiona’s arm in retaliation, also pulling a surprised reaction from her foe. “A frigid bitch would be an even worse replacement!”, she yelled, grabbing Fiona’s other arm and shoving her towards the apartment’s couch.
“Who are you calling fri-AUGH!”, Fiona yelped as Yor slammed her head hard on the sofa’s edge. With their legs sticking out of the space, the piece of furniture could hardly be considered an appropriate place for a direct confrontation, but the girl’s mutual hatred was getting so intense in their heads that as soon as their bodies brushed against each other they clinged in a wild catball, hissing and grunting at each other’s faces.
The beauties were awkwardly rolling back-and-forth around the space like a grandfather clock’s pendulum, but in contrast, their attacks were wild and vicious. As Fiona got on top, she dug her claws painfully in Yor’s thighs and ass, while Yor rained slaps on the platinum blonde’s face. Yor moved their bodies, and while Fiona moved her assault over Yor’s back, the brunette punished her foe’s belly. With pained groans, Fiona risked a bite at Yor’s shoulder, but the assassin pulled her away by a fistful of those white locks.
“NO! ONLY LOID CAN TOUCH MY HAIR, YOU HEAR ME?” Fiona shrieked manically, poking Yor’s eyes, and while she was distracted, kicked her to force her to fall to the ground. Fiona smirked, and started stomping at Yor’s now vulnerable prone body.
“You…have…no idea…how long…I’ve wanted…to do…this to you!”, Fiona claimed gleefully, in between stomps. If Yor’s body wasn’t so toned from her “hidden occupation”, the fight would have certainly ended there. Instead, she managed to respond to Fiona’s offense by tossing a pillow at the blonde’s face to distract her, and then following up with a kick to her crotch, forcing an exasperated gasp out of Fiona’s mouth.
Fiona fell to her knees due to the pain, breathing heavily, while Yor used the opening to crawl away to lick her wounds. That pause didn’t last long though, since as soon as the beauties’ eyes met again, the hate clouded their minds again, and they resumed their vicious catball. This time, the girls were more precise with their attacks, using their nails and teeth to try with any means possible to tear away pieces of clothes to expose vulnerable spots for maximum damage. Soon, their bodies were getting covered with sweat and bruises, and their sweaters and leggings were starting to turn into rags, exposing their bra and panties.
Yor eventually managed to break the catball by restraining FIona against a wall. “Which kind of psychopath wants to do that to her bosses’ wife?”, Yor whimpered in between belated breaths.
“The kind who wants to protect him from an emotionally draining gold-digging bitch of a partner!”, Fiona screeched back, getting her revenge on Yor by grabbing a handful of the brunette’s hair and pulling her away with a superhuman force.
The hair pull ended up doing way more than just knocking the assassin towards the floor, as it also tore away Yor’s previously impeccable hairdo. Her long, luscious brunette locks spilled on the ground, making a faint, but still noticeable noise. Fiona inadvertently made Yor way more vulnerable for their fight, but internally, she felt an instinctual anger.
The reason? As the public servant was recovering from her fall and moving thick bangs from her face in a groggy state, she looked exquisite. The ostanian had truly done an incredible job with her physical appearance, growing a mane that complemented her face perfectly. The spy realized that if she wanted to truly “steal her man” back, she would need to be more thorough with her disfiguring.
And that’s what led to her wildest assault yet. Fiona, leapt, pinning Yor’s body back to the floor by placing her knees on the brunette’s arms, and with a psychotic glee, she grabbed that beautiful long hair, and started ripping it into different directions like a bunch of clay, while repeatedly slamming her head on the floor. The Forger’s downstairs neighbors must’ve thought the couple was having a pretty adventurous weekend, as the *thuds* and pained moans were loud enough to be perceived through the drywall.
Much to Fiona’s dismay, Yor once again demonstrated her out of this world endurance by withstanding such an intense pain. Despite the yells and the extreme burning feeling on her scalp, she started bucking and kicking wildly, even managing to land a couple solid hits on her assailant’s back. Soon, Fiona realized her strategy was not as effective as planned, and changed her approach. Seizing the ebony locks for a final time, she moved Yor’s face toward her, and spit point blank on her face.
“You like that, don’t you cxnt?”, Fiona murmured with a slight giggle. She then slammed her foe’s head to the floor again, and started caressing her body. It was time to try the tried and true spy strategy of destabilizing an opponent with pure wits and charm. “It's certainly the closest you’ll get to any sort of sexual experience. And you’re so lucky that it’s also tied to this superior body”, Fiona taunted, while also moving her hands through both of their chest areas.
And the strategies' effects were definitely starting to show “Disgusting skank! I’ll kill you for that and for what you’ve been doing to my hair, you hear me?”, Yor yelled back, as the blonde was starting to get on her nerves.
“Oh? But I’m doing you a favor my dear”, Fiona replied, moving their faces closer to each other. “After all, no self-respecting woman would grow a wig this long and garish unless they were shopping for a man, wouldn’t you think?” That question was delivered in a logical and cold tone, but the actual connotation couldn’t be clearer. Fiona latched her hand on the black hair again, looking to strike again as soon as their mental catfighting came to an end, while Yor was trying to shake her assailant off unsuccessfully.
And what a mental duel it was. By this point, their lips were almost touching. They were staring at each other with a level of hatred that seemed unfathomable to two women. Warm exasperated breaths, and the mixed scents of sweat and beauty products clouded their senses. If any other pair of women was placed in this exact situation, it would not be surprising if they started kissing and fucking each other right then and there, moving the competition to a completely different area.
Alas, there’s no way that thought would reach either of our combatant’s minds at this point. Despite their relative inexperience in sexual matters, their rivalry was intrinsically tied to the girls’ physiques, and to whether they were “worthy” of a man as amazing as Loid. Therefore, seeing their foe as anything other than a target for hatred and violence was completely out of the question. And Yor was definitely starting to want to move the conflict back to the realm of physical confrontation that she was much more comfortable in.
But to achieve that, she would need to indulge in her opponent’s game. “Well, I’ve never heard Loid complaining. In fact, he has praised my hair on multiple occasions. It seems like he likes girls with longer hair. Do you think he would be into that raggedy mop in your head?” Yor spewed her poison like a venomous snake, with a mischievous grin to boot.
Despite being trained in multiple forms of emotional control, it was visible that Fiona’s feminine pride was hurt by Yor’s remark. With a slight tremble on her face, she tightened her grip on the brunette’s body, starting to tear hair away from her scalp and drawing blood from her fair skin.
“Oh yeah you condescending bitch? And why do you think he was going to sleep with me, huh?”, she claimed, frazzled.
Yor realized her bait was cast. “Sure, you WERE going to sleep with him. I wonder why it didn’t happen yet. Could it be that he realized that you are a psychotic slu-OUCH”. Yor winced, as a large clump of her black locks was not sitting at Fiona’s hand.
“SHUT! UP! YOU PATHETIC HOUSEWIFE! YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!” Fiona yelled, forced back into her obsessive panic.
Yor immediately seized her opening. She squirmed the section of her body that became freed after the hair rip, and landed a POWERFUL slap on Fiona’s face (or at least as powerful as a super-strong assassin could manage without lethal intent). The strike knocked the blonde off of her, and Yor didn’t miss a beat. She gripped Fiona through her “raggedy mop”, and stood her against one of the walls of the apartment. Seeing her now dazed opponent vulnerable and ripe for punishment made her almost lick her lips, and if there were any onlookers at that moment, they would swear the brunette’s body started gleaming with an arousing energy.
That energy had to go somewhere, and Fiona’s body was the (very) unwilling target. Yor started to pay back all the aggressions the blonde directed to her that day by landing blow after blow on her body. She punched every inch of Fiona’s figure, scratched her bangs and face, and kicked her feet and legs. Fiona could do little to resist that brutal assault besides whimper and groan.
As pleasurable as the sequence was for Yor, she eventually had to stop to catch her breath, and as if her body was being propped up by the attacks, Fiona fell to the ground tired. After blowing away a couple strands of her ruined black hair from her face, Yor sent a final kick towards the opponent’s belly, and taunted between exhausted breaths: “Had enough yet, skank? You should give up while you still can, because this is your last chance.”
“Huff...huff…god… yeah… I’ll concede…that you’re such a…EUGH”, Fiona’s reply was cut short by a stomp at her hand.
“Such a what exactly? Wanna get beaten up more?”, Yor replied mockingly, taking her foot off the blonde’s palm.
“SUCH A NAIVE AND CONDESCENDING cxnt!” Fiona yelled back, sending an unexpectedly swift kick towards her opponent’s crotch.
Now it was Yor’s turn to feel a desperate pain all over her body. With an intense gasp, she fell to her knees, with an exasperated gaze met directly by Yor’s vengeful eyes. “I know this is your first fight, but have some self-respect woman! Do you really think anyone’s winning by ‘conceding’ today?”. The blonde then pounced, sinking her fangs at her hated foe’s shoulder and kickstarting another vicious catball.
The lionesses were now rolling around the entire floor, grunting and screeching at each other. As they traded blows, hairpulls, bites and scratches, both of their bodies were painfully bumping into every corner of the apartment and breaking pieces of furniture. Their already damaged clothes were getting progressively torn up, exposing their beautiful bodies more and more.
Despite the immense hatred pouring through both ladies' bodies at the moment, they were getting more and more tired after every strike, so something would have to give at some point. And once again, Fiona seized the moment to come out on top. This time quite literally in fact, as she had pinned Yor to the floor. Their hands were locked together, as Yor tried her hardest to push the other woman away.
During the struggle, they stared at each other intensely while hissing with gritted teeth. The amount of hatred they were trading throughout the fight had been escalating more and more for every injury the other woman gave them, and at this point, it had reached an immeasurable climax. If the women hadn’t forced themselves to maintain a semblance of decorum for the eventuality that they were found out by neighbors, the amount of pheromones traded by their breaths alone would have been enough to turn both of the ladies into feral creatures, fighting with pure instinct.
Jumping back to the actual fight, it was very clear that while their brains were holding back, their bodies were struggling to be let loose. As they were locked into this test of strength, their breasts and crotches were humping against each other in an almost rhythmic fashion. And since their clothes were really torn apart at this point, it was inevitable that they would develop an arousing feeling from the flesh-to-flesh contact.
“You know slut, I really regret biting you before. It’s really hard to focus in the fight with the taste of trash that’s in my mouth right now”, a tired Fiona stated, in between meaty humps.
“Shut your fucking mouth you stupid tramp!” Yor blurted back almost instantly, gaining a bit of leverage in their struggle.
“My my, where did the ‘nice housewife’ that I met all that time ago go all of a sudden?” Fiona teased, forcing her rival back on the floor. “Could it be that she was playing a character all along, just to have a chance with a man like Loid?”, she provoked in a childish tone, forcing her breasts against Yor’s slightly larger pair.
That comment made Yor’s grip tighten, almost crushing Fiona’s fingers. “You just can’t accept in that fantasy land of yours that Loid would want to be with someone like me instead of a basic bitch like you!”
Fiona groaned, but managed to come up with a quick retort to try and mask her pain. “Of course I think that! Who in their right mind would want to marry a woman as ghoulish and unattractive as you?”
“Is that what you really believe? Because that damp patch on your pants tells a whole different story”, Yor replied with a mischievous giggle, realizing she had finally found a viable opening into Fiona’s defenses.
And what an opening it was. Of course Yor was wet herself, but Fiona’s face immediately turned red from embarrassment. She immediately gripped Yor by her hair again, and moved their face’s closer together.
“SH-SHUT UP YOU FAT GORILLA! OF COURSE I GOT WET, I’VE BEEN THINKING OF LOID THIS WHOLE TIME. IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH Y-ARGH”, Fiona’s ramble was cut off by Yor spitting point-blank at her face.
“And now, it’s the second time you got damp because of me tonight”, Yor’s giggle turned into a full laugh now, but Fiona was hardly sharing that happiness. She moved her hands towards the assassin’s neck, and started slamming her head forcefully against the ground. First two times, then five, then nine, with no end seemingly in sight.
“WHY…WON’T…YOU…DIE…YOU…DISGUSTING…PIG!!!” As Yor was helplessly smashing at the carpet, her entire body was flailing around vividly. Fiona might’ve gotten her wish, if a certain situation had not occurred.
Thanks to the immense damage to her clothes, Yor’s bra was now visible among the rags. And the force of the slams had exposed one of her impeccable breasts. The visage of the orb was enough to fuel the fires of competition in Fiona’s mind again.
The spy stood up, leaving her dazed opponent on the floor, confused as to why the assault ended so suddenly. She soon got her answer, as Fiona’s damp and ruined clothes fell around her.
“Get up slut. We haven’t gone ALL THE WAY yet”, Fiona dared in her traditional cold tone, her delicious body now out in the open in all of its naked glory. It even looked like it was glistening by reflecting the faint rays of sunlight coming from the draped window.
Yor was slightly taken aback by the request. In an already extremely unusual fight, this sounded like a preposterous escalation. After all, what advantage was there in brawling it out completely nude, in their already exhausted state even? However, one look at Fiona’s bare figure was enough to change her mind. Because she had just realized her own body would certainly stack up to the challenge.
So, she stood up calmly, and without saying a word discarded her own ruined drapes. Fiona had to use every ounce of willpower to not demonstrate her anger. Despite all the damage it suffered throughout their war, Yor’s body was out of this world, with juicy breasts that were slightly bigger than her own pair, a tight ass and a tastefully shaved crotch. Suddenly, Fiona’s chance of victory seemed low.
Yor then slowly approached her enemy, draping her mass of black hair over her left breast. The ruined gladiators were now standing mere inches apart. “So, how exactly do we go all the way, pussy?”
“Like THIS!”, Fiona then slammed her girls’ against the opposite pair, a courtesy that Yor quickly returned. It didn’t take long for the two beauties to grab each other by the shoulders to start a vicious titfight.
Despite it being both of their first times, they were fighting like seasoned pros. One moment, they were alternating between horizontal slaps and uppercuts using both orbs, and in another they were trading precise thrusts to pierce their foe with sharp nipples. They struggled for multiple minutes, refusing to give in to what they saw as an inferior pair.
And what a pity that those amazing breasts were being punished in this way. Soon, the once pale orbs became covered in bruises and scratches, as the women were letting out increasingly exasperated screams and yelps of pain. However, there’s no way this wouldn’t be the natural climax of their fight. Their “girls” were simultaneously the pride and joy of their figures, but were secluded until this very moment. Of course they would save them for the end of their struggle.
If the girls were exhausted before this moment, they were now hanging by the thinnest of threads. Their legs were wobbly, and they found they had no choice but to lean against each other to stay standing. Not that that outcome would detract much from their fight, as both of the ladies engaged in a tense bearhug competition. For three minutes, they walked in circles trying to apply as much pressure as possible to the opposing pair.
As their orbs were crushed, the pain became too much to bear, and amongst moans of suffering they fell on their knees while breathing heavily, their foreheads touching in an almost tender fashion, were it not for the hateful glares hiding behind their bangs.
As hard as it was to believe with an encounter this violent, the experience had been nothing short of revelatory for the ladies. The two women who had to live in between the social pitfalls of the female society and violent conflicts against criminals and evildoers, keeping those tow universes as separate as possible. Finding out there was a way to settle rivalries from column A with the methods of column B was truly life-changing.
Yor couldn’t help but think about other ladies she could “challenge” in this fashion. Camilla, her bitch of a coworker at town hall, was a very tantalizing option. She imagined herself cornering the blonde after the work day, and raining blows on her for every snarky remark she’s directed towards her during the years for her appearance, intelligence and lack of a man. What a rewarding moment that would be, especially if the blonde fought back properly.
Fiona, on the other hand, had a vastly different opponent in mind. Her boss, the handler, also known as Sylvia Sherwood, was a beautiful older redheaded woman, who the blonde thought could use a bit of a “rough wake-up call”. After all, she was the one who left her out of operation Strix and caused this whole mess. Sure, she was probably more experienced in the arts of combat, but she thought of no better way to prove her superior wrong then to overthrow her physically.
Regrettably, both of these fights would have to wait, as they were nearing the climax of the biggest battle of their lives. And as soon as they regained enough strength to split the bearhug, Yor took a drastic action to regain the advantage.
Fiona released the biggest yell in their war yet, as the brunette sank her fangs painfully at her left breast. The pain was so intense that the only response that popped into her brain was attacking back in the same primal fashion. She dug one of the hands into Yor’s right breast, while pulling her hair in the opposite direction for maximum pain.
The combatants immediately separated to lick the wounds on their now redded and clawed mammaries. After a couple seconds of nothing but pained breaths to break the silence, Fiona broke the stalemate. “You fucking animal! What were you thinking pulling a move like that?”.
Yor giggled faintly, and replied without even leaving the floor. “I was just repaying the ‘courtesy’ you gave me earlier, whore. It goes without saying, but you taste like trash too”.
“You cxnt… I’ll make sure there’s no way you walk out of here today without crutches”, Fiona sat up, definitely ready to keep the fight going.
“You’re the one who’s going to need to get out of here, whale”, Yor also started to stand up, tying her hair in a ponytail with a swift motion.
“Aww… did all that hairpulling hurt the poor housewife? I didn’t expect you to be such a weakling.”
“It’s nothing like that bimbo. I just want to at least look presentable when Loid comes back tomorrow. After all, we’ll probably have to have a long talk after I remove his mistress from the equation.”
“HAHAHAHA, I forgot this is how this all started.” Fiona stood up, and brushed back the single white bang from her face. “Wel slut, I guess you’ve earned the truth. Loid and I never had an affair. I love him with all my heart, but for some reason he refuses to leave you.”
Yor was stunned by the revelation. “What the hell? How can you function anywhere while being this self-conceited? For which reason would you go this far for a man?”
“For YOU, you piece of trash. I’ve wanted to do this to you ever since I first met you. If I can’t be with Loid, I’ll make damn sure no one can be with him.”
“Well, I’m right here skank, with no one to get in the way”, Yor started to stand up as well. “Want to finish the job? Or would you rather give up now?”.
“I’ll NEVER yield to you.” She claimed, shoving Yor with her body.
This was it. The final push before the end of their fight. Their faces where once stares of passionate hate resided, changed into cold, almost robotic visages. It seemed as if that they were left with no other choice aside from tapping into the mannerisms of their second lives as a last ditch effort to win the fight. And thanks to the adrenaline pumping through their bodies, they had enough juice to ignore their pain and fatigue and go all out for around five minutes.
Therefore, making justice to their anime origins, a flurry of traded attacks followed. The ladies were striking at each other with such speeds that it was almost hard to perceive their hands. Yor was brandishing her nails like claws to fill the spy with micro cuts. Fiona, on the other hand, was using her spy training to land as many strikes as possible on vulnerable pressure points in the brunette’s body.
After around three minutes of their surge, their bodies were riddled with even more bruises than before. They started integrating more varied moves into their attack sequences. They were ripping hair directly from their scalps, riddling the floor with black and white strands. Their breasts were once again abused with slaps, scratches and bites. They were grabbing each other and slamming into walls. Even their legs and thighs were getting in on the action. All in order to maim their foe as much as possible. They went at it for so long that the adrenaline surge started to fade, but it hardly stopped the women.
Thankfully for the ladies, the fight came to an end before any permanent damage would affect the ladies. And it came with a devastating attack from Yor, that left Fiona stunned, with her mouth agape. With her left hand, she stuck three claws on the blonde’s pussy, and with her right hand, she clutched her neck.
“Guess you finally got your sexual experience too, huh slut?”, Yor taunted, barely hanging on.
Fiona could barely muster a grunt in response, and passed out on the floor. Despite winning the fight, the assassin couldn't stop herself from falling to her knees either. It certainly had been the hardest battle she’d ever been a part of, that’s for sure.
After resting on the floor for a couple moments to both recover her strength and to make sure that Fiona was down for good, Yor headed to the bathroom to assess the damage done to her body in front of the mirror. She was expecting to be completely ruined by the fight, and to be frank, the truth wasn’t that far off. She was filthy and sweaty, covered in purple spots, with a rat’s nest of hair on her head and slightly bleeding cuts on her breasts.
However, as backwards as it might’ve seemed, her body also seemed to exude a powerful aura at that moment. That high of pleasurable dominance she felt since that first staredown in the living room still persisted, making her feel incredible. Yor took the opportunity to shake off her hair from the ponytail, and struck a pose flexing her biceps. It was safe to say she felt like one of the strongest women in the world at that moment, and the memories of that experience would follow her for the rest of her life.
But for now, she had other concerns. After all, she had to both fix the house and deal with the bombshell on the floor before her prized husband came home.
***
Fiona woke up in an extremely sore state on a soft surface, wearing very comfy pajamas. Still feeling groggy, she wondered if the entire situation had just been a bad dream. One shuffle around the couch quickly squashed that theory, as she felt an immense pain over her whole body, confirming the worst possible outcome. Her plan had backfired in the worst possible fashion, as not only did she give away her best chance to separate Yor and Loid all in a vain attempt to win a fight, but she also lost that very same battle
And as if the situation couldn’t get any worse, when she turned around, she saw her disgusting enemy in front of her, calmly sipping a cup of coffee.
“Took you long enough. Had a good rest?”
Yor was wearing a similar pair of pajamas as her, which did as much as it could to hide away the multiple injuries she got during the fight. Realizing that she managed to damage the brunette to that extent gave her a slight feeling of pride over her performance, which was quickly quelled as she came to the regrettable conclusion that she was wearing some of her rival’s leftover clothes.
“God, you have some nerve, you little shit…”, Fiona spoke, while starting to stand up, trying poorly to disguise her pain.
“Careful dear, keep talking like that and I might have to put you in your place again. Or did you already forget what happened this afternoon?” Yor taunted, enunciating every syllable in a delightful manner.
That was too much for Fiona’s already fragile mental state. She leapt out of the couch pouncing at Yor’s shoulders, raining slaps and scratches on her face that were ultimately more irritating than hurtful due to her weakened state.
“SKANK! BITCH! WHORE! KEEP TALKING LIKE THAT AND WE’LL CONTINUE FROM WHERE WE LEFT OFF, BUT WITHOUT STOPPING THIS TIME!” the blonde screeched, compensating her weakness with pure rage.
Yor pushed the spy back, and replied with gritted teeth. “Don’t get me wrong psycho, I would love to keep this going, but Loid is on his way home and we can’t keep duking it out. Unless you have a good explanation to give him as to why his wife and co-worker are trying to kill each other in his house?”
Fiona seemed ready to attack again, but soon came to the conclusion that Yor’s logic was sound. Feeling ashamed again, she went to grab her trenchcoat and destroyed clothes. And without even facing her enemy, she said:
“This isn’t over bitch. I’ll be coming for you again when you least expect it.”
“You better do it soon slut, as I’ll be sleeping with Loid as soon as he gets home. You’ll need way more than your pathetic schemes to break us apart by then.”
Fiona couldn’t even entertain that response. Holding back feral screams she slammed the apartment door. Despite leaving with her tail behind her legs, she knew she opened a door for a rivalry that won’t be settled that easily.
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Hey everyone! It's been a long time since I posted a story over here, but I wanted to try writing again, so I decided to make this post to dip my toes back into this space! This is an older story I wrote for a different account, this time featuring existing fictional characters instead of celebrities, and I have more stories like that in the works. So please, feel free to let me know what you think, I always love to get some feedback!
