This story dives headfirst into some dark, twisted, psycho shit. Trust me, I’m a totally normal person in daily life—I also have no clue where this side of me comes from. But I like it. As per popular demand; it's ONLY FVF this time around
Part 1:
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=118612.msg767263#msg767263BE WARNED
If you’re here for neat, tame narratives, you may want to back out now. This story is unapologetically fucked-up—just the way I like it.
Alex sat at his computer, his mind racing with the details Jenna had just shared about the incident with the neighbours and that Dad wouldn't be coming home tonight. Jake, according to her account, had done nothing more than stand by and watch as his own dad and mom fought Jake's parents. He'd been rocking back and forth with a huge boner as he watched their nearly nude moms wriggle around in the damp grass. Jenna said that she thought she saw him cum in his pants without touching his dick; imagine that!
Even the following day at school, Alex still couldn't get the images out of his head. He found himself scrolling through catfighting porn during his free periods, his thoughts drifting to Rachel and Karen's tangled bodies. He had always found the idea of two hot women fighting each other hot, but he never thought he'd actually see one in real life. And now he'd fucking missed his chance to because of goddamn Space Marine 2.
During lunch, Alex spotted Jake coming down the school hallway, head down and avoiding eye contact. Even though he and Jake would almost never interact, and certainly not at school (Jake was "cool," and Alex was a "nerd" in the school's social hierarchy.), something about Jake's demeanour attracted him to him today. But their parents had literally fought each other, so Alex felt a strange kinship with his neighbour boy.
He walked up to him, his heart pounding. "Yo Jake, man, what the fuck was that yesterday?"
An intense red flush spread across Jake's cheeks as he snapped his head up. "You saw?" he asked, his voice low and tight. A sly smirk escaped Alex's lips as he shook his head. "Nah, but my sister spilt the beans," he said, leaning in conspiratorially. "It was fucking nuts, right?"
Jake drew his brow down. "Your sister wasn't there, and you should shut the fuck up about it," he snarled, his voice a mix of embarrassment and anger. Now get out of my face, you fucking weirdo." He shouldered past Alex in a way that only the popular kids could manage, being simultaneously dismissive and threatening.
The words spoken by Jake pierced through Alex, causing his cheeks to tingle with embarrassment and rage. He clenched his fists at his side and watched the older boy walk away. His thoughts again raced with visions of the skirmish and the way their mothers had fought one another. Maybe he should swing at this POS right now, it's not like his parents could punish him after what they did themselves. The mental image was causing him to feel... unusual, and he couldn't shake it. While a part of him felt anger, a deeper part was aroused. He determined right then and there that he wanted to watch a live catfight, not only in his thoughts or internet vids. He needed to take action.
As the sun set that night, Alex sat in his dimly lit room, immersed in the gentle white light of the browser on his computer screen. He scoured google for local message boards and chat groups, looking for anything that could lead him to a real-life event. He didn't have to look far before stumbled upon a filthy part of the the internet, a message board where members discussed arranging fights for their own perverse pleasure. As he raced between the "catfight connection" posts, his breathing fluttered with excitement. This was a thing! People actually did this!
The more he read, the more he believed that he could be the mastermind behind a catfight—the ultimate spectator of the kind of erotic battle he'd only seen in his wildest dreams. He would have complete control over everything from the participants to the location. But how? Who?
So many dark ideas until it finally dawned on him—Rebecca, the hot, dumb twin of Alex, semi-offensively referred to as Becky. She was a fantastic prospect. She was a smoke show, with a body that turned heads, large, bouncy tits, and an ass that could stop traffic. And best of all, she was as oblivious as they came.
That answered the who question, but it left the how question unanswered.
