Indiana Rodriguez and the Library of Doom

[Kerfuffling]

A goofy little piece I dreamed up while bored at work.

   A battle raged five thousand feet above the French Alps. A black zeppelin, emblazoned with the hideous logo of the Third Reich, carried two Amazonians locked in mortal combat. They rolled around on the loading ramp, wind howling in their ears and tearing at their clothes as they wrestled for control.

   The woman on top, a blonde bombshell in the uniform of an SS officer, seized her opponent by the throat with a wicked grin. "Surrender, Dr. Rodriguez, und I shall permit you to live as mein slave!"

   Dr. Elena Rodriguez, "Indiana" to her friends, struggled to unseat her enemy. The world's foremost archaeologist wore a simple white shirt with a brown jacket, her signature hat long since lost to the winds. "Not today, Baron Heidi! Not any day!" She threw a punch which caught her Aryan rival on the cheek, knocking her to the side. Elena scrambled to grab two fistfuls of silky blonde hair, even as Heidi's claws closed on her own brown latina locks.

   They rolled closer and closer to the edge, both hellcats shrieking as they sought to hurl their rival to her rocky death below.

   Only one woman would leave this arena standing!

   "ELENA!"

   Elena Rodriguez, college senior, snapped awake. She had fallen asleep at her desk in the middle of class. Last night, there had been an MST3K marathon on, and forgetting the biological rule that humans need sleep, she had binged the whole thing.

   A decision she regretted now as she wiped a line of drool from her mouth, her classmates all snickering at her as she sheepishly answered the professor's question.

   The twenty two year old Mexican American glanced down at what had, up until a few moments ago, been her pillow. It was a cheap paperback adventure novel she had recently bought secondhand, and was about halfway through. On the cover was a painting of the protagonist, a blonde, buxom woman facing down a horde of gorillas armed with laser rifles.

   As Elena put the book away, the better to pay attention to the remainder of the lecture, she glanced over at her classmate Heidi. She was struck by just how much Heidi resembled the woman on the cover. Beautiful, blonde, athletic; Heidi embodied the All American Girl in every possible way. Most of Elena's fantasies involved beating the shit out of her.

   It was not that Heidi was mean, far from it. From what Elena had heard, the blonde was probably one of the nicest girls on campus. Elena herself had no firsthand knowledge to contradict that. She and Heidi had been in several classes together, on and off, for the past four years, but they had never gotten beyond the perfunctory friendship which forms between all classmates.

   What made the thought of fighting Heidi so exciting was what she represented. Heidi was everything that Elena herself could never be. Heidi was a blonde with Nordic roots, Elena was brunette whose ancestors had raised donkeys in Mexico. Heidi was athletic and trim, Elena had noticed love handles starting to form. Heidi was popular, Elena wore glasses.

   Elena had probably imagined at least a hundred scenarios where she and Heidi met on the field of battle, each striving to conquer the other in noble single combat. Sometimes Elena imagined herself winning, sometimes it was more exciting to picture herself being humiliated by her rival. Of course, Elena in real life was far too shy to ever attempt something like that.

   And so, alas, her dreams of conquering the American girl would remain just that, forever.

...


   Deep beneath the earth, in caverns carved by twisting rivers uncounted eons ago, the barbarian hero Elena faced her greatest challenge. The wicked sorceress Heidi was attempting to summon the dark god Opawhei, a ritual which required the blood of a hero!

   The two women had dueled in darkness for what felt like days. Their clothes had long ago been torn to shreds, leaving their lithe, nubile forms to wrestle in the nude. As each strained muscular thews against the other, their heaving breasts battled in between their chests.

   "My mighty mammaries shall claim victory this day, savage," gasped Heidi. "Already I can feel your weak, mortal flesh beginning to fail!"

   "Never!" Snarled Elena, driving her own chest forwards. "The untamed, wild tits of a Timmerian outmatch any sniveling city wench like you!"

   With an inhuman shriek, the evil Heidi slammed her chest forwards.

WHAM!

Elena was flattened by the sudden impact from behind, sending her journal and pen flying. Rolling over with a groan, she was stunned to see Heidi laying next to her, clutching her stomach in pain. A frisbee lay next to her.

"Sorry about that," the blonde said with a sheepish grin. "I was so busy trying to catch it, I didn't look where I was going." Elena could say nothing. The shock of being jolted from her story, only to see the very woman she had been writing about, was too much for her to process.

Heidi's friends came running to check on her. As several of them helped both Heidi and Elena to their feet, one girl, a brunette named Clementine, picked up Elena's journal. Clementine had a nose that just could not stay out of other people's business. She immediately started reading the journal, and began howling with laughter.

"Oh my gawd, Heidi, you have to read this! This stalker chick has been writing about you!" Elena watched in horror as Heidi and all of her friends crowded around the journal, reading all of her most private imaginings. Heidi herself stared at the journal with confusion, her expression slowly darkening to anger.

Clementine was a pot stirrer if ever there was one. "You should give her what she wants!" She squawked at Heidi, pointing towards the blushing Elena. "She wants to fight you so bad, kick her ass!"

Another girl, a big bitch named Becky, nodded enthusiastically. "Not just a fight! She seems so into your tits, you should have a titfight!" Heidi glared at Elena, then nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, let's do it. Titfight, you and me, Elena. I want to teach you some fucking manners."

"Heidi I'm so sorry, I don't actually hate you, you're just so cool and pretty and I want to be you and I wrote all these stories because the heroes always look like you and never like me, and I just wanted to be part of the action I didn't mean to offend you Heidi please forgive me," is what Elena wanted to say.

What came out of her mouth when she opened it was, "Let's go." The crowd began moving towards the nearest building on campus, the library. As they went, Elena kept wanting to run, to concede, to do anything to get out of there. But she walked on anyway, because beyond all that, a deeper part of her wanted this. She wanted to finally fight Heidi, to finally live out her fantasy and find out who was the better woman.

The gaggle of girls entered the library, sniffing around until they finally found an abandoned aisle. Clementine and half the girls blocked off one end, Becky and the other half blocked off the other. Heidi and Elena stood in between them, squaring off.

Heidi was the first to remove her top, pulling off her shirt and bra to a chorus of wolf whistles and cat calls. She smirked as she did a little strip tease, showing off her impressive D cup chest, her tan tits riding remarkably high for a set so big.

"Come on, Elena, show us all that ugly rack so I can pancake it already!" Heidi called out mockingly. Embarrassed, Elena awkwardly stripped off her own top, trying to look sexy but only succeeding in doing an impression of a drunken penguin.

The girls watching fell silent as the latina's tits came into view. "Holy shit," breathed Becky. "Are those bigger than-" another girl shushed her. Elena also wore a D cup bra, but as she studied hers and Heidi's, she realized that she was actually bigger than her rival. Not only that, but her chest seemed to ride just as high, suggesting a comparable level of firmness. And that baby fat she had been so ashamed of now seemed to make her body more shapely and mature than her rival, a real woman standing before a little girl.

For the first time since the first collision, Elena felt her confidence grow. Not only was she a match for Heidi as a woman, she may even be her superior! She raised her hands to her head to stretch her chest out, showing off its awesome size.

"What's the matter, Heidi? Scared of my awesome boobs? You should know, they've never lost a fight." This was true only because she had never been in a titfight, but it was still technically true. Heidi glared at her, but the blue eyes now carried a hint of worry. She was no longer so certain that this would be a one sided beatdown.

With a shake of her blonde locks, Heidi cast away her worries. "No more talking, you creepy bitch, it's time to fight." The two women came together, Elena walking forwards with confidence to meet Heidi in the middle of the aisle. Two sets of nubile young tits slammed together, and both girls gasped at the first impact. Their chests were almost perfectly matched in firmness, neither set giving an inch more than the other.

The sensation was incredible for Elena. All those stories, all those daydreams, and here she was, actually meeting her rival as an equal! Overcome by enthusiasm, she slammed her chest forwards again, driving Heidi backwards with a grunt.

Beneath twin suns, Captain Elena of the Starship Seeker studied her opponent. Queen Heidi of the Mammaron people looked dangerous, her lean figure and ample breasts mocking the legendary explorer with their perfection. Of course, Elena's own chest was just as good, maybe even better, hence the competition.

Starship Seeker had made first contact with the Mammarons, an all female society in the Andromeda Galaxy. Elena herself had been the first to greet Heidi, but in doing so had unknowingly issued a challenge. The Mammaronians were a boobacracy, a society where the ruler was whoever had the best boobs. When they had seen Elena's incredibly big, firm tits, their rulership had been thrown into question. The only way for Heidi to secure her rule was to defeat Elena in the arena, in boob on boob combat.

The thought of claiming the throne excited Elena. While on Earth, she had been overlooked, here she could be queen. All she had to do was crush one set of tits. She charged forwards with a war cry.

As Elena charged, Heidi ducked low and swung upwards, slamming into Elena's bigger chest from below. The latina almost whimpered at the surprising pain, as her sensitive underbelly flashed white hot. She tried to retreat, but her blonde opponent caught her by the shoulders and held her in place.

Elena sobbed as the blonde drove her tits left, right, left, hammering away at her with a relentless, rabid fury. In desperation, she lunged forwards, driving her chest into Heidi's, wrapping her arms around the other girl's waist. She felt Heidi's ample chest shift beneath her own.

The brunette began to grind forwards, driving her firm young flesh into her opponent, threatening to overwhelm her with sheer boob size. Heidi moaned as she felt her tits compress against her rival's, Elena's surprisingly dense chest punishing her own. She wrapped her own muscular arms around the latina's neck and began a grind of her own, trying to push her opponent backwards.

They staggered back and forth, locked in one another's arms, ramming their racks into each other with increasing ferocity. Both girls were in awe at how big, how firm the other  was. They began blinking back tears as the pain increased, two sets of nubile racks pressing flatter and flatter.

It was Elena who managed to gain the upper hand, suddenly spinning Heidi into a bookshelf with a thud. With a growl, she began driving her chest inwards and upwards, pumping into the blonde's tan boobs. Heidi felt her chest grow looser and looser with each pass, until she finally managed to hook a leg behind Elena's and spin the other girl into the shelf. Now it was the blonde's turn on top, as she began punishing her rival with all the fury of the stormy sea.

Monster hunter extraordinaire Elena Van Helsing struggled against her restraints. She was strapped to a dissection table in a sinister lab, surrounded by cold steel machinery and flashes of blue lightning. Her shirt had been taken from her, leaving her massive melons completely exposed.

As she twisted her head to study the room, she saw the woman who had put her there, the wicked mad scientist Heidistein. The sadistic blonde slowly shed her labcoat, revealing her own titan tits.

"Time for an experiment in human suffering," she declared as she mounted Elena and lowered her tits. The hero cried out in agony as her tits began to flatten underneath the mad scientist's mounds. "Yes, yes!" The evil blonde cried, her screams rising in volume to match her victim.

As Elena thrashed about, she managed to growl out, "There's something about me you should know, Heidistein."

"And what is that, Elena Van Helsing?"

Elena suddenly held up her hands, now free of their restraints. "I always carry a bobby pin." She hurled her enemy from atop her, and the two women collided in the center of the lab.

"You fucking bitch, why won't you just pop?" Heidi sat slumped against the shelf, clutching her battered tits in both hands, her eyes streaked with tears. Across from her Elena was in no better shape, silently willing her opponent to just give up and spare her any more pain.

They had been fighting for almost ten minutes. They had slugged it out, ground it out, even taken it to the floor. Still, neither set carried any appreciable advantage over the other. Both girls were near the breaking point.

Elena thought of just surrendering. She had done pretty well, right? Shown the other girls that her chest was pretty damn impressive. But as she thought about it, she realized that was not good enough. She had to know. She had to know if she was better than Heidi.

Slowly pulling herself up the shelf, she staggered towards Heidi, holding her arms out in a challenge. One final bearhug to end it all. Heidi stared at her in fear, a fear that Elena knew was mirrored in her own eyes. She desperately did not want to feel those powerful white tits pounding hers yet again, but she had to. She had to know.

Heidi slowly rose and stumbled over to her. The two girls locked their arms, lined up their chests, looked one another in the eyes, and nodded. Then they rammed together, and this time neither could prevent her scream.

On the high seas in the midst of the storm, Admiral Elena dueled her mortal enemy, pirate queen Heidi, atop the crow's nest. Both women had long ago lost dirk, flintlock and cutlass, and they now fought with the only weapons remaining to them; their chests.

"Surrender, you pirate slut!" Elena sobbed as she clutched her rival tighter. "I can feel your tits breaking against mine!"

""Fat chance, you sea cow," gasped Heidi. "You know I'm the better woman. I have what you most want; freedom. You are bound by your rules, by your laws, while I live free. I drink, I sail, I fight as I please, and you wish you could do the same, even if you will never let yourself. That's why you will lose!"

As lightning split the sky, the two alpha women clashed one final time, one woman shrieking in agony as she felt her chest split against the better woman's.

"I give up, I give up, oh god my fucking tits!"

Heidi released Elena with a sob. The brunette collapsed to the floor, her chest feeling like a horse had just run over it. Her blonde enemy towered above her, victorious at last. Elena cried freely now. She had her answer. Heidi was the better woman.

As her friends ran forwards to congratulate her, Heidi surprised Elena by bending down and offering her a hand. The brunette accepted it, rising to stand side by side with her enemy, as an equal.

"I never would have guessed you were packing a pair of fucking bazookas under that shirt," Elena joked. She looked around at her friends, and seemed to reach a decision. "Do you want to join our frisbee game?"

"What about the stories I wrote?" Elena asked in concern. Heidi snorted.

"I think we just proved that we've all got a few violent fantasies in our heads. At least you can back yours up." Elena gratefully accepted the offer, and the girls all left the library to walk out into the blinding sunshine.

Deep below the waves, Elena piloted her submersible with incredible skill. There was an evil down here, she could sense it. But where?

Proximity alarms sounded as something swam into sight. Elena spun her light beams to illuminate a creature from the pages of mythology. A mermaid. She had the body of a scaly blue fish, but the upper body of a gorgeous, incredibly well endowed woman. Elena recognized her face from the pictures in her father's sketchbook.

Clementine the sea witch.

Elena began to make her way to the airlock, where she knew Clementine would be waiting for her. There was only one way to defeat the sea witch, and her father's inability to accomplish it was the reason he had left the journal to his daughter. Elena began to remove her shirt, revealing her large, powerful breasts.

   Clementine was going down.

[Augur]

Very interesting... Nice to see that your inspiration is chugging along fabulously, also outside of the ST-BT storyline! In the absence of any evidence pointing to the contrary, I'm just going to go ahead and assume this is Alice's/Diane's/Polly's college, and Heidi and/or Elena might potentially make a guest appearance over on ST-BT as some later date. 

Also, I take it that leaving Clementine (the sea witch) without a physical description was fully intentional, allowing you to come up with a desired appearance and physique for her later on, should you ever decide to continue this story? 

[Jessi the Country Cougar]

Have to say, this was a very enjoyable detour to take and I'd love to see Elena continue her adventures.

[Jessi the Country Cougar]