Monday, March 16, 2020
UPDATE
Update for fans of my work. As any of you who have followed me for more than a year probably know, I occasionally go through periods of extreme laziness and/or procrastination where I do nothing for months at a time only to explode back on the scene later with tons of new art and stories. At the moment this is not really the case. To pay my rent and buy stuff I normally spend 40 hours a week working in a high end grocery store, in which I am the receiver, where I have my own little office and tons of downtime to work on writings and organize drawings and stuff. The last week has been even an absolute madhouse at work due to this Covid-19 thing. I have been using my downtime to help my coworkers restock disappearing shelves at an insane rate (something I normally am not expected to do) and we have been given permission to work as much overtime as we would like and I have been taking FULL advantage of this rare opportunity. I've been poking away at my Choose Your Own Adventure story in bits and pieces, but to tell the truth when I do get home at night I'm pretty worn out. I am confident that this will soon pass, and I will be back posting art and stories to my blog, my Facebook, and Deviantart as soon as I can.
Stay safe out there! And WASH YO HANDS!!!
Thursday, March 5, 2020
Beth vs. Harmony (CYOCA)
Your name is Harmony.
You are 27 years old and you have been a professional fighter in Green Tower
City since your 18th birthday.
You have an impressive record but have failed time and time again to
defeat your arch nemesis, an extremely violent 25-year-old brawler named
Beth. She has defeated you in every
venue in the City over the past several years, not to mention countless bedroom
fights.
Tonight you will finally get a chance to settle your score
with her for good in a fight to the death at Green Tower City’s most violent
venue, the notorious Poison Lair.
You know this is going to be the fight of your life, but you
are confident and determined to end this bitch once and for all. While waiting for the introductions to begin,
you tie your hair back in a ponytail, something you only do when you know you
have an extremely tough opponent.
At long last The Executioner, the Poison Lair’s resident Master of Ceremonies,
enters the ring to make the introductions and explain what little rules there
are in this bout.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!!! FOR THE FINAL BOUT…..A FIGHT TO THE
DEATH!!!”
The sold-out venue full of bloodthirsty women (and Ishmael)
erupts into frenzied cheers. There is
nothing that the women of Green Tower City love more than a good ole fashioned
DEATH MATCH!
A huge cheer goes up for the blonde juggernaut.
“BETH IS 25 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 235 WINS….0 LOSSES…..AND 99 KILLS!!!”
The crowd goes even wilder than usual
at the mention of Beth’s 99 kills.
Though she wouldn’t be the first fighter to break the 100 kill barrier,
she will certainly be the first one to do it at such a young age. Beth desperately wants this kill.
7 years in the city and Beth is STILL undefeated in one on one combat. You really are in for the fight of your life
tonight.
Though Beth is the clear favorite in this bout, plenty of people are rooting for you also.
“HARMONY IS 27 YEARS OLD! HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 189 WINS….49 LOSSES…..AND 38 KILLS!!!”
Not a bad record, and people still remember that you were the first girl to emerge victorious in a Birthday Girl Death Match on your 18th birthday way back in 2474!
“LADIES APPROACH THE CENTER OF THE RING…STAND BREAST TO BREAST! NO ATTACKS!!!”
This is the customary pre-death match face off. Nobody has ever violated the "rules" of the Poison Lair while The Executioner is present and lived to tell the tale.
Choose Your Own Catfight Adventure (root menu)
Hello! Here at long last is a project I've had bouncing around in my brain for quite some time, and I think I'm finally ready to begin putting it together. Basically you will build your own battles by choosing one of several options at the bottom of each part of the story. Start with one of the fights listed (There may be only one: Beth vs. Harmony, but if these stories prove popular I may create some more.)
THIS IS WORK IN PROGRESS! The best way for me to start putting these together is to just start posting the bits of story. There will be VERY limited options at first but over time I will expand them so that eventually you will be able to construct a WIDE assortment of outcomes for the fights.
In the meantime feel free to jump into the game and mess around with some of the options but be advised, many of the threads aren't complete yet. I will be sure to announce when the entire story is up and playable all the way through, at which point I will remove the (PLAYABLE WORK IN PROGRESS) addition to the title.
THIS IS WORK IN PROGRESS! The best way for me to start putting these together is to just start posting the bits of story. There will be VERY limited options at first but over time I will expand them so that eventually you will be able to construct a WIDE assortment of outcomes for the fights.
In the meantime feel free to jump into the game and mess around with some of the options but be advised, many of the threads aren't complete yet. I will be sure to announce when the entire story is up and playable all the way through, at which point I will remove the (PLAYABLE WORK IN PROGRESS) addition to the title.
DIFFICULTY
LEVEL: HARD
DIFFICULTY LEVEL: MEDIUM
Wednesday, March 4, 2020
3-20-2475 Beth vs. Penelope
Penelope has never been one to tolerate another girl wearing
the exact same pink cotton panties that she wears, and I knew it was only a
matter of time before she would challenge Beth to a death match. Tonight is the night, so I decide to close my evening out at
The Poison Lair. I will go home with
whichever of these blonde brawlers emerges victorious from this fight to the
death! The Executioner climbs through
the ropes with her megaphone.
The crowd roars it’s approval, as if there was any
doubt.
“NOW APPROACHING THE RING….IN THE PINK PANTIES…..BETH!!!”
The crowd erupts into a frenzy as the blonde pony tailed
fighter calmly strolls down the aisle towards the squared circle. She winks at
me before she climbs into the ring, but she never takes the time for a warm up
make out session with me.
“BETH IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 5 WINS….0 LOSSES…AND 3 KILLS!!!”
The crowd cheers loudly.
Beth has really made an impression in the city in her short time here. I have to say I’m not sure about her chances
against Penelope. Aside from Ewyn, there
is nobody tougher in the city than the pig tailed blonde Beth is about to
fight.
“AND NOW…..APPROACHING THE RING….ALSO IN PINK PANTIES…..PENELOPE!!!”
The crowd seems to have just as much enthusiasm for Penelope
as they did for Beth. The pig tailed
fighter quickly walks down the aisle.
“I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU UP!!!” She yells at Beth as she makes her way
towards the ring. Unlike Beth, she does
stop for a make out session with me, straddling me in my chair and dry humping
me as we lock lips. I almost cum in my
pants but Penelope dismounts me at just the right moment.
“This won’t take long baby, keep my trophy hard for me!” She quickly rolls under the bottom rope and
springs to her feet, hopping up and down on the heels of her feet as she waits
for the rest of her introduction.
“PENELOPE IS 27 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 279 WINS…57 LOSSES…AND 42 KILLS!!!”
The crowd roars it’s approval. Penelope has been in the city for a long time
and has an impressive record to show for it.
Having slept in her bed on several occasions I happen to know she has a
lot more than 42 pairs of panties tacked up to the walls in her bedroom, as she
loves fighting in the Outer City just as much as the Inner City.
“LADIES….APPROACH THE CENTER OF THE RING! STAND BREAST TO BREAST! NO ATTACKS!!!”
Silently the two blonde brawlers stride towards each other
and press their hardened nipples together.
“THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!! DO YOU BOTH AGREE TO THIS MATCH?”
“YES!” Beth and
Penelope respond.
“RETURN TO YOUR CORNERS!
WHEN THE BELL RINGS……….FIGHT!”
With this the two fighters turn around and go back to their
corners. The Executioner climbs out of
the ring. Tension in the packed arena
builds.
DING!
DING! DING!
Beth and Penelope step out of their respective corners. They stride towards the center of the ring,
where they slowly and cautiously begin to circle, arms at their sides. One carefully placed bare foot at a time the
two young ladies rotate around each other, eyeing one another up and down.
“NOBODY wears the dame panties as me bitch! You are fucking DONE FOR!” Penelope howls. Beth remains silent as always. Suddenly they raise their fits and move in.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
A quick flurry of punches and Penelope is staggering
backwards, blood gushing from her nose.
Beth seems unphased. She steps
forward towards the wobbly kneed Penelope.
THUD!!! She gives Penelope a SAVAGE kick to the crotch.
“GURK!!!” envelope winces
in pain and drops to her knees. Beth steps
forward, grabs one pig tail and hold her up by it, cocking her fist.
THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!
Blood peppers the canvas as Beth administers a nasty face
pounding that destroys Penelope’s pretty features within seconds. After several blows Beth pauses for a second,
regarding the whimpering girl she is holding up by one pig tail, waves her fist
a second, then plunges it into Penelope’s face yet again.
SPLAT!!! Another punch and then she allows Penelope to flop
face first to the canvas, her butt up in the air. Slowly Beth stalks a circle around her
victim, while the crowd chants her name.
“BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH!”
The pony tailed young girl walks a full circle around her
victim, then raises one foot high over the back of her head.
THUD!!!!! A fresh
splatter of blood is added to the giant puddle already spreading out in front
of Penelope’s mangled face. Beth raises
her foot again.
THUD!!! The whole
ring shakes from the violent impact.
Beth suddenly drops down, straddling Penelope at the neck. She holds the unconscious girl’s head up by
one pig tail and starts drilling her in the face with her other fist.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
DING!
DING! DING! DING! DING!
“WE HAVE A WINNER!!!”
The crowd explodes. Beth stands calmly
up over her victim and places a foot on the back of her head before raising her
fists in the air. The Executioner climbs
back into the ring and holds one of Beth’s hands aloft.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT….WITH HER 4th KILL…..BETH!!!”
I climb into the ring to kiss the winner. Beth wraps her arms around me tight and
presses her crotch against me as we make out to the delight of the
spectators. After several minutes of
this she yanks Penelope’s panties off and we leave the arena.
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3-16-2475 Harmony vs. Trish
I arrive at The Poison Lair shortly before midnight. I feel nervous about the next bout, as one of
my favorite girls is about to enter into the fight of her life against an opponent
I’m not sure she can beat, and here it is my duty to remain impartial until the
final bell is rung and one of these two girls is lying dead on the canvas.
This fight has been brewing for a couple years now. The first time I saw these girls square off
was at the Bloody Mattress in the spring of 2474 and Trish absolutely ANNIHILATED
Harmony. Then, a couple nights ago, the
two went at it in Harmony’s bedroom not once, not twice but three separate
times. I had gone home with Harmony
after she won an easy victory over Luna at the Junior Fight Ring. As usual she had turned on the red light and
it was Trish who answered the challenge.
They fought savagely for nearly 20 minutes before Harmony finally
dropped Trish to the floor with a beautiful uppercut. She left her laying spread eagled at the foot
of the bed and climbed on top of me for victory sex. In the wee hours of the morning Harmony was
suddenly yanked off of me by her hair and another brutal fight ensued. This time it was Harmony lying unconscious on
the floor while Trish fucked me. In the
morning Trish slapped Harmony awake and taunted her with her fists, begging for
a third round. Harmony got up, adjusted
the waist band of her panties, and the two young women engaged in an EPIC
brawl. At the end of it Harmony was
carted off to the hospital and Trish fucked me once more in Harmony’s bed.
Harmony got out of the hospital this morning and immediately
challenged Trish to a fight to the death at Midnight. Trish happily accepted, and here we are,
minutes from the opening bell of what couple very well be Harmony’s last
bout. The butterflies in my stomach are
going crazy as I wait for the match to begin.
Finally the Executioner climbs through the ropes with her megaphone.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!!! ARE YOU READY FOR A DEATH MATCH!?!”
The crowd erupts into joyful cheers and applause. This is what the women of Green Tower City
live for. I take another drink from my
cocktail to try to calm my nerves.
“NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE LIGHT GREEN TERRYCLOTH
PANTIES……HARMONY!!!”
My raven haired warrior woman strolls calmly down the aisle
towards the ring. She stops to straddle
me in my chair, kissing me long and hard while the crowd chants her name. She dry humps me for a second but is very careful
to make sure she doesn’t cum in her fighting panties. She dismounts me, gives me a wink, and climbs
through the ropes to go to her corner.
“HARMONY IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 26 WINS, 6 LOSSES AND 6 KILLS!!!”
The crowd cheers enthusiastically. Harmony relaxes against the turnbuckles in
her corner.
“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE MOTTLED ORANGE PANTIES…..TRISH!!!”
The crowd erupts into frenzied cheering as the pig tailed brawler
strolls confidently down the aisle. She
also straddles me in my chair for a make out session while Harmony glares at
us.
“This bitch is finished.”
Trish says as she climbs off me and hops up onto the side of the
ring. Harmony takes a couple steps out
of her corner as Trish climbs through the ropes and the Executioner puts up a
warning hand. No fighting before
the bell will be tolerated, but these two
girls clearly can’t wait to get their hands on each other. Trish walks dangerously close to Harmony’s
corner as she makes her way to her own spot on the opposite side of the
ring. Harmony takes another step forward
and Trish seductively swaggers her hips.
If the Executioner wasn’t there they would go at it right now. They will get their chance soon enough though
and Trish finally walks over to her corner, turns, and relaxes against the
padded turnbuckles.
“TRISH IS 24 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 117 WINS….14 LOSSES….AND 26 KILLS!!!”
Trish’s record is pretty impressive. I hope her kill count isn’t about to go up by
one. I glance at Harmony who is staring
wide eyed at her adversary. Her perfect
round breasts rise and fall as she sucks in deep breaths of air, preparing
herself mentally for the battle she is about to engage in.
“ALL RIGHT LADIES….APPROACH THE CENTER OF THE RING AND STAND
CHEST TO CHEST! NO ATTACKS!!!”
Slowly Harmony and Trish walk towards each other and press
their breasts together. They glare into
each other’s eyes as their chests rise and fall. The tension in the packed arena is palpable.
“THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH! DO YOU BOTH AGREE TO THIS?”
“YES!” The two girls shout
without hesitation.
“RETURN TO YOUR CORNERS AND WHEN THE BELL RINGS….FIGHT!”
They back away from each other, never taking their eyes off
one another as they back into their corners.
The arena falls eerily silent as the seconds until fight time tick
away.
DING!
DING! DING!
Harmony and Trish charge out of their corners at each other.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The crowd goes wild as the two young women pummel each other
in the center of the ring. Blood peppers
the air and both girls are hurt. The frenzied
fist fight continues for a full minute before Harmony and Trish collapse into
each other in a staggering bear hug.
“GASP! GASP! GASP! YOU FUCKING SLUT!”
“OOOhhhhhh….you’re fucking DEAD WHORE!!!”
“UNGH…”
“OOohhhhhh…”
PLUD!!! Trish gives Harmony a knee to the crotch. She winces in pain from the blow then quickly
returns the hit.
PLUD!!! They immediately
collapse into each other again and stumble about. They grab each other’s waistbands with one
hand, then reach up for hair with the other.
“UNGH!!!” Harmony
lets out a sharp cry of pain. Trish seems
to be wearing her down.
“GAH!!!” Trish lets
out a surprised shriek as Harmony gives her pigtails a nasty tug. Her knees buckle but suddenly she releases
Harmony’s hair and slaps her in the face.
CRACK!!! Harmony stumbles
away and drops to her knees. Trish drops
to her butt. They immediately lunge
forward and lock up again, now hugging each other on their knees.
“UNGH!!!” Harmony
groans.
“OOOOHhhhhhhh” Trish
moans.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The crowd chants. Trish raises one nee and suddenly the girls
topple over. Trish is on top. She slaps a fist down into Harmony’s exposed
belly.
THUD!!!
THUD!!! A punch to the face.
Harmony’s legs jerk once and she flails about, trying to get Trish off
her.
THUD!!! Another punch to the face and Harmony goes limp. Trish sits on her prey and takes large baps
of breath as she surveys her surroundings.
Finally she stands up slowly. My
heart sinks. She could clearly finish
Harmony off with one well placed stomp. She
circles her foe slowly, pondering how to proceed. Suddenly she gives the unconscious Harmony a
swift crotch stomp.
THUD!! Harmony’s body jerks and she rolls over onto her
belly. She pukes. Trish give her a doggy style cunt punt.
THUD!!! More puke and blood splatter the canvas in front of
Harmony’s face. Her eyes are wide with
terror. She is in trouble. She might be outmatched tonight. Trish reaches down and grabs her by the
hair.
“GET UP!” Trish
shouts as she hauls the quivering girl up to her feet by the hair.
THUD!!! Harmony nails her with a punch to the gut. Trish loses her grip and stumbles back a
couple steps. Harmony almost falls back down
but manages to remain standing. She
steps forward and slaps Trish in the face.
CRACK!!!
Trish is sent staggering backward towards the ropes. Harmony moves in on her, grabs both her pig tails
and brings a knee up into her crotch.
THUD!!!
Trish winces in agony and jumps forward, wrapping her arms
and legs around Harmony’s body. The
raven haired fighter isn’t expecting this but she quickly wraps her arms around
Trish’s butt, holding her up. She then
drives her foe into the corner of the ring.
THUD!! The ropes shake with the impact of the two girls slamming
into the turnbuckle. Trish is limp
against the corner. Harmony steps up
onto the bottom rope. She’s going for a
corner mount.
“AAAIIIIEEEEE!!!” Harmony shrieks in agony when Trish suddenly
grabs her by the crotch and gives her womanhood a squeeze and a twist. She drops to her butt, rubbing her
crotch. Trish drops off the ropes and
lands on her hands and knees in front of Harmony.
“YOU FUCKING CUNT!”
Trish howls and scrambles towards Harmony, who scoots away on her butt
as quick as she can. Trish lunges
forward but Harmony manages to get a foot up in the air that connects with Trish’s
face. She topples to the canvas on her
back, covering her face. Harmony turns
over and quickly crawls to the opposite side of the ring. She grabs the ropes and pulls herself up to
her feet, then turns to survey her foe, who is on the opposite side of the ring
now, also using the ropes to pull herself up. Both of them glisten with sweat. Blood is dripping from their faces and splatters
of it are all over the light gray canvas.
They get to their feet and suck in huge gasps. Then they begin to walk the perimeter of the
ring, still holding the top rope and keeping each other on the opposite side of
the ring.
The tension in the arena mounts.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
With mutual shrugs if determination Harmony and Trish
finally stagger towards the center of the ring.
They raise their fists and start to circle. Neither of them is underestimating the other anymore. They both look a little scared now. They make a full rotation with their fists
up. Then another. They start in on a third rotation then
Harmony suddenly steps forward and throws a jab at Trish’s face.
SWISH!! Trish ducks under the blow and nails Harmony in the
face with a straight jab that smashes her nose.
Blood sprays the air.
“UNGH!” Harmony groans
and stumbles back.. Trish steps back
then forward, then suddenly spins and throws a high kick, connecting with the side
of Harmony’s head.
THUD!!! Harmony spits
a fresh spray of crimson up into the lights as her head is thrown back. She drops onto her back with a thud.
THUD!!! Her back hits first and her arms and legs
follow. She’s twitching. Trish drops to her hands and knees,
takes couple deep breaths, then crawls
towards her prone enemy. She raises a
knee and mounts her.
CRACK!!! She slaps Harmony in the face. Harmony’s legs twitch but she remains limp.
CRACK!!! Another face slap. Trish wants to punish her some
more before finishing her off.
CRACK!!! Harmony
twitches.
CRACK!!! Trish slowly
begins to stand up over her prey again, pulling her up by the hair. Holding her head a couple feet off the
canvas, she gives her a rapid series of slaps.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
PLUD!!! Harmony suddenly swings an arm up and punches Trish
square in the crotch.
“OOF!!!” The pig tailed
girl’s eyes widen and she loses her grip on Harmony’s hair. She staggers back, covering her wounded
womanhood. Harmony crawls a few feet away then struggles
to her feet. The girls rush towards each
other.
PLAP!!! Their sweaty bodies slap together in the center of
the ring and they again grab each other by the hair and waistbands.
“UNGH!!!” Harmony moans.
“OOOOHHHHHH!” Trish
groans. Their crotches grind together as
they tug and pull, trying to yank each other down but still holding each other
close.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The crowd chants.
PLUD!!! The girls drop to their butts, still holding each
other by the hair and waistbands. Trish
wraps her legs around Harmony’s midsection and the raven haired girl does the same. They topple over onto their sides, still
wrapped around each other. They let go
of each other’s panties and go for two handed hairpulls.
“OOOhhhhh GOD!!! OOOOhhhhhhh!!!” Harmony moans loudly.
“OOOOhhh you fucking cunt!
OhhhhhhhHHHHH!!!” Trish moans
loudly. They roll over. Harmony is on top. She bucks her pelvis, slamming her crotch
into Trish’s. They both grunt in
pain. She does it again.
THUD!!!
Harmony then raises
her body up and drops it back into her opponent. Trish’s arms and legs jerk and go limp, but
the impact takes a toll on Harmony as well.
She raises again for another.
THUD!!! Trish jerks. Harmony
rolls off and onto her back, gasping for air.
Blood is EVERYWHERE. Trish lies
there twitching.
“YOU GOT HER HARMONY!
FINISH HER!!!” I think to
myself. I really want to cheer Harmony
on but that is strictly against the rules of etiquette. Trish twitches a little more. She is coming to. Harmony doesn’t seem to notice. Trish sits up and starts to crawl towards
Harmony. Harmony sees her finally and
lunges forward. Their bodies slap together
as they once again lock up in another kneeling bear hug.
“OOOhhhhh!” The girls
both let out a low grumbling groan that blends together into one expression of
exhausted determination. I wonder how
much longer this violent brawl can possibly last.
“GUH!!!” Trish is
getting up, and has Harmony by the hair and waistband, pulling her up with her.
“I’m gonna finish you off now.” Trish says.
Harmony gives her a crotch rake.
“AAAK!” Trish lets
out a squeal of pain but doesn’t lose her grip.
Instead she takes Harmony and rushes her across the ring towards a
turnbuckle.
PLUD!! The ring shakes as Trish slams Harmony’s face into
the top turnbuckle. She holds her up by the hair, not letting her fall, and
hauls her back for another blow.
THUD!!! This time she
lets Harmony bounce off the turnbuckle and flop onto her back. She quickly stomps her in the crotch.
PLUD!!! Harmony’s body lurches and goes limp. Trish grabs her by the ankles and drags her
to the center of the ring, positioning her so her crotch is facing me, she lets
Harmony’s legs drop heavily to the canvas.
Harmony is completely at Trish’s mercy now, spread eagles and out cold
at her feet. She slowly circles her
victim, her breasts rising and falling as she takes in big lungfuls of
air. She circles her twice, then stoops
over her face and arcs her open palm way back.
CRACK!!!
CRACK!!!
CRACK!!!
Harmony twitches and spits out a fresh spray of blood. Trish arcs her back and stands tall over her
victim.
“TIME TO DIE BITCH!”
She raises her right foot up in the air, her heel pointed right at
Harmony’s throat. She’s going to finish
her with a throat stomp. I want to look
away but I can’t.
THUD!!! Harmony
suddenly lands a kick right up into Trish’s exposed crotch.
“UNGH” The pig tailed
woman squawks in agony and stumbles back, rubbing her vagina. Harmony rolls
onto her belly and starts squirming away.
Trish staggers all the way back into the ropes and doubles over. She vomits over the edge of the ring. Harmony is at the edge of the ring. She is clutching at the edge, trying to pull
herself out of the ring. Trish finally
straightens up and strolls over to her.
She reaches down and grabs her by the hair. Again she pulls Harmony’s dead weight up by
the hair.
CRACK!! Harmony gets a face slap in, and then a frenzied
exchange of punches takes place.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
After a couple seconds of pummeling they again lock up in a
bear hug. I don’t know how either of
them still have any fight left. They moan
and groan loudly as they stagger around the ring, clutching each other around
the midsection.
“AAAIIIIEEEEEE!” Both
girls shriek in pain as they simultaneously reach forward and give each other savage
crotch rakes. The lock up is broken and they both fall to
their butts, rubbing their crotches.
“BITCH!!!” Harmony howls.
“WHORE!!!” Trish
responds. They sit there for a couple
quick seconds, rubbing their wounded crotches.
Then finally they begin to circle each other on their hands and
knees. What a fight this is turning
into! Slowly, methodically, they circle
each other like a couple of jungle cats about to fight over a scrap of
meat. They both seem reluctant to continue
at this point, but this fight will only end one way. As they begin their third slow rotation, the
crowd can no longer bottle their anticipation.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
I see Harmony taking long ragged breaths. I don’t think I have ever seen her this
scared. Trish is also breathing heavily
and seems worried. Finally they crawl
towards each other.
THUD!!! Harmony punches Trish in the face.
THUD! Trish punches Harmony in the face. The remain on their knees. Both girls wipe away some blood, then another
flurry of blows occurs.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Blood splatters everywhere and they again lock up in a kneeling hug. The
moans of pain and exhaustion from the fighters is loud enough to be heard over
the din of cheers from the crowd. One or
both of them could simply collapse dead at any moment it seems. They move forward, pressing their bellies and
crotches together. Both girls are openly
sobbing in pain and fear now.
“OOOhhhh GOD!!! OHHHHHHhhhhh…”
“….fucking….ungh….cunt….ungh…you’re….ungh…..dead…..OOOhhhhhh…”
“GLACK!” Suddenly Trish has her fingers coiled around Harmony’s
neck. She’s going to strangle her. I know this is a personal weakness of Harmony’s
and again my stomach turns in anticipation of Harmony’s demise. Trish starts to rise, her fingers tight
around Harmony’s throat. Harmony grabs
at Trish’s wrists desperately but she is losing the battle! Trish is almost to her feet.
PLUD!!! Harmony collapses backward and Trish stays right on
top of her, mounting her at the crotch.
Harmony’s legs kick and writhe. This could be it for her.
“TRISH! TRISH! TRISH! TRISH! TRISH! TRISH!” The bloodthirsty crowd chants the name of the
impending victress.
“GURK!!!” With a
sudden look of surprise Trish lets out a squawk of pain. Harmony has grabbed her by the throat and now
the two young women are in a strangulation fight. Trish still has the advantage in more ways than
one. She is on top. She is stronger, and the leather choker she
wears around her throat is a good defense against strangulation. Harmony’s legs kick and writhe. I feel sorry for her. I think this is over.
“GAAAKKK!!” But
suddenly Trish sprays a mouthful of blood up into the lights and her eyes
widen. Harmony has managed to get her
thumbs under the pig tailed fighter’s leather choker! Trish is in trouble! She lets go of Harmony’s throat and makes a
grab for her attacker’ hands. Now it is
Trish whose legs kick and flop uselessly as the life is choked out of her.
“Get her Harmony! GET
HER!!!” I think to myself. Trish is coughing and kicking. Her face is turning red. Her eyes bulge….
THUD! And Trish’s
arms and legs flop to the simultaneously drop to the canvas.
DING!
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
“WE HAVE A WINNER!!!!”
The crowd roars it’s approval. My heart is thumping out of my chest. Harmony did it! She continues to straddle her victim for
several long minutes while she catches her breath. She looks surprised at her own victory. The crowd begins to chant her name.
“HAR-MOH-MEE!!!
HAR-MOH-NEE!!! HAR-MOH-NEE!”
Slowly my raven haired warrior girl struggles to her feet
over her defeated adversary. Trish’s body
occasionally gives a reflexive jerk as more blood pours out of her, forming
puddles on the canvas near her head.
Harmony places one foot on her face, turning it to the side as she
raises he arms and flexes for a victory pose.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT….WITH HER SEVENTH KILL……HARMONY!!!!”
“HAR-MOH-NEE!
HAR-MOH-NEE! HAR-MOH-NEE!”
I stand up out of my seat, not even trying to hide the huge
boner I have. I climb through the ropes
and approach the victorious fighter, who has her arms out for me. She holds her victory pose while we make out,
and soon she collapses against me, completely out of steam.
“Don’t forget your trophy” I whisper into her ear. Harmony reaches down, lifts one of Trish’s
legs and yanks her panties off by the crotch before letting the dead girl’s leg
drop heavily back to the canvas. Another
trophy to add to Harmony’s growing collection of panties tacked up over the
headboard of her bed. I put my arm
around Harmony’s waist, running my finger along the waistband of her fuzzy fighting
panties as I help her out of the ring.
We are going to lock the door and have a quiet evening
celebrating her victory together.
3-13-2475 Daisy vs. Kelly
I’ve been hanging out at Catfight Cavern this afternoon, and
its almost time for the final bout of the day.
As usual I announce I will go home with the winner of this final
fight. The loser of the last fight has
been drug off by the mat girls, and they are mopping up the blood from the mat.
It didn’t take me long to satisfy the
exhausted victor of the last battle, and I have returned to my seat to enjoy a
gin n tonic while I wait for the next match.
Before long the loudspeaker crackles into life.
A cheer rises from the crowd.
“APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE EAST SIDE OF THE ARENA….IN THE
MAGENTA PANTIES WITH BLACK POLKA DOTS….DAISY!”
The blonde curly haired brawler gets a pretty good cheer
from the crowd as she quickly trots down the aisle. She smiles when she sees me sitting in my mat
side seat and runs over to make out with me for a couple seconds before stepping
over to her corner.
“DAISY IS 19 YEARS OLD!!! HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 17 WINS,
6 LOSSES AND 2 KILLS!!!”
More cheering from the
crowd. Daisy has come quite a ways
from the underage jobber I met fighting in the Outer City when I first got
her. I wonder who her opponent is going
to be.
“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE WEST SIDE OF THE ARENA…IN
THE RED AND WHITE STRIPED PANTIES…..KELLY!!!”
“BOOOOO!!!”
“HISSSSSSSS!!!” “YOU’RE ABOUT TO
GET YOUR ASS KICKED SLUT!!!”
The crowd definitely does not favor Kelly, but the young
brunette fighter doesn’t seem to care as she strolls confidently down the
aisle. Just as Daisy did, she climbs into my lap for a quick make out session
before stepping up onto the mat to face her opponent. Daisy glares at us with her arms crossed. Finally Kelly dismounts me and steps up onto
the mat, glaring icily at her blonde adversary as she slowly walks too her
corner.
“KELLY IS 20 YEARS OLD!!!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 13 WINS…32 LOSSES…AND 0 KILLS!!!”
“LOSER! LOSER! LOSER! LOSER! LOSER!” The crowd chants. Kelly doesn’t seem fazed,
she simply stares straight ahead at her opponent.
“At the sound of the
bell…..FIGHT!”
Several minutes pass…
DING! DING! DING!
The two young women stroll confidently to the center of the mat,
fists raised. The din of noise quiets
slightly as they begin to circle each other.
They rotate a couple times, then a flurry of punches is exchanged.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
With a loud mutual groan the two fighters lock up in a tight
hug. They stumble around the mat
drunkenly.
CLUD!!! Daisy gives Kelly a knee to the crotch.
CLUD!!! Another knee to the crotch and Kelly’s eyes widen in
pain, then she drops to her knees.
“COME ON! FIGHT!” Daisy commands and pulls Kelly’s face up by
the bangs. She punches her in the face.
THUD!!! Blood splatters the mat. Daisy lets her foe face plant to the mat, ass
up in the air. She is out cold! The blond haired warrior circles her prey to
the chants of the bloodthirsty audience.
“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!” Daisy makes one full circle around the unconscious
brunette, then grabs her by the hair and waistband.
“GET UP! GET UP AND
FIGHT!” She gets the limp form of Kelly
almost to her feet, then gives her a couple sharp slaps to the face.
CRACK! CRACK! Kelly
finally comes to and Daisy lets go of her, letting her stagger backwards
shaking her head. Daisy raises her fists
and taunts her opponent.
“COME ON BITCH! LET’S
GET IT ON!” Kelly warily shakes the cobwebs
out and wipes a bit of blood from her chin.
Finally she hesitantly raises her fists.
Once again the two young women begin to circle, with their fists up.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The crowd chants methodically. Kelly suddenly steps forward and gives Daisy
a solid jab to the face.
THUD!!! Blood glitters in the lights as Daisy’s head is
thrown backward. An excellent shot! As the blonde stumbles backward, Kelly steps
forward and gives her a kick to the crotch.
PLUD!!!!
“WHOULF!!!” Daisy grimaces
in pain and doubles over. This is Kelly’s
chance but she hesitates, taking a coupe steps backward to watch her opponent closely. Daisy drops to her hands and knees. She rubs her wounded crotch for a second,
then looks up at Kelly, who is now walking back towards her. Kelly makes a move to grab her, but Daisy is quicker
and suddenly reaches forward and snatches Kelly/s legs.
THUD!!! Kelly lands
on her butt as Daisy yanks her legs out from under her. Daisy then pounces on her, but Kelly is able
to bring her legs up and wrap them around her attacker. The girls hit the mat and begin to grapple. The energy of the crowd heats up as the two
intertwined female fighters tumble back and forth across the big blue mat. First Daisy is on top, then Kelly. Then Daisy.
Then Kelly.
THUD!!! Kelly gets a nice punch into Daisy’s face,
splattering fresh blood on the mat.
Daisy’s legs twitch, but then she lets out a howl of rage and manages to
turn over, now straddling Kelly at the crotch.
THUD!!! She gives Kelly a savage face punch and more blood
splatters the mat.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
She follows it with a steady barrage of blows into Kelly’s face. The brunette is weakening. Daisy finishes the attack with a stinging slap
to the face, then starts to stand up over her quivering opponent.
“YOU GOT HER DAISY!
DO HER! DO HER!”
THUD!!! Daisy stomps Kelly in the crotch. The brunette lurches and rolls over, curling
up into a ball.
“OOOOHhhhhhhh…..”Kelly moans in agony. Daisy kicks her in the ribs.
THUD!!!
“UNGH!!! OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!” Kelly cries and sobs loudly as she starts
trying to squirm away from her tormentor.
Daisy simply follows along behind her, letting her belly squirm along slowly. When she gets to the middle of the mat Daisy
gives her a sharp cunt punt from behind, lifting her pelvis in the air and dropping
it heavily to the mat.
PLUD!!!! Blood sprays from Kelly’s mouth as she grunts in
pain from the blow. Daisy walks forward,
raises her foot over the back of Kelly’s head, then savagely drives it down into the back of the young girl’s head.
PLUD!!! Kelly’s body lurches
and goes limp. The brunette lays face
down on the mat, a puddle of blood spreading out from where her face is buried
in the mat. Daisy circles her slowly and
maliciously.
PLUD!!! She gives her
another cunt punt, then continues to circle, getting back to where she is
standing over her head. She raises her
foot again.
THUD!!! Fresh blood splatters the mat as Kelly’s body jerks
and goes limp again.
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
The crowd goes wild as the warning bell is frantically
sounded. This fight is over. Daisy circles her unconscious enemy once
more. Then she gingerly places a bare
heel on the back of Kelly’s head and raises her arms, flexing her muscles for
the crowd, (but mostly for me.) Kelly’s
body trembles and quivers a bit then goes completely limp. She is going to be rushed off to the hospital
in a few seconds.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH A KNOCK OUT….DAISY!!!”
I go back to Daisy’s apartment with her for the night.
Tuesday, March 3, 2020
3-9-2475 Beth vs. Layla
I arrive at The Poison Lair for the last fight of the
evening, a scheduled death match between Beth and the dark skinned Latino
fighter Layla. Layla has been talking up
a storm about how bad she is going to fuck Beth up before killing her, so it
will be very interesting to see how this turns out.
The venue is packed as always, and it takes me a while to get through the throngs of bloodthirsty women who have packed the stands to see the violent confrontation. Doctor Green and I eventually get to our ringside spot, and just in time as the Executioner climbs through the ropes with her megaphone shortly after we get there.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!!! ARE YOU READY FOR A DEATH
MATCH!?!” She inquires. The crowd explodes with delight. I quietly nod my head, maintaining my
taciturn demeanor as always.
“NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE PINK PANTIES….BETH!!!”
The crowd cheers as the young blonde fighter strolls calmly
down the aisle. She stops to give me a
wink before climbing though the ropes and into the ring. She walks slowly to her corner, turns, and
relaxes against th ropes as the Executioner finishes her introduction.
"BETH IS 18 YEARS OLD!!! HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 3
WINS 0 LOSSES AND 2 KILLS!!!” The crowd
explodes yet again for the pony tailed blonde girl standing quietly in her
corner. She’s only been here a couple
weeks and she already has a devoted following.
Of course, that could change quickly if Layla proves to be the superior
woman.
“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE RING….IN TIGER STRIPED PANTIES AND
LEATHER BOOTS……LAYLA!!!”
The dark skinned Latino brawler gets a decent amount of
cheering as she strolls down the aisle.
She looks completely unconcerned as she makes her ay to the ring, and
when she sees me sitting in my ringside chair she mounts me for a make out
session.
“Another white girl’s about to get put down in front of you
baby!’ She purrs into my ear just before
she dismounts me and climbs into the ring.
She looks like she is going to make a grab for her opponent, but The
Executioner is still standing in the center of the ring, and any such move
would be ill advised indeed. Layla retires to her corner and glares at Beth,
who simply stares back.
“LAYLA IS 26 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 118 WINS…41 LOSSES…and 22 KILLS!!!”
The crowd seems to have been reminded of how impressive
Layla’s long fighting career has been.
They begin to cheer more loudly for her now and several fans begin to
chant her name.
“LAYLA! LAYLA! LAYLA! LAYLA!”
“FIGHTERS!!! APPROACH THE CENTER OF THE RING! PRESS CHESTS TOGETHER BUT MAKE NO ATTACK
MOVES!!!”
Beth and Layla dutifully respond, marching slowly to the
center of the ring. They slam their breasts
together and glare into each other’s eyes.
“THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH! DO YOU BOTH AGREE TO THIS?”
“YES!” Both girls
reply quickly. They continue to glare
into each other’s eyes as their large round breasts, smashed together, rise and
fall as they gasp for breath.
“RETURN TO YOUR CORNERS AND WAIT FOR THE BELL!” The Executioner commands and the fighter’s
back away, turn, and stroll calmly to their corners where they turn and face
each other across the empty ring. The
masked MC climbs out of the ring and disappears into the darkness.
Several tense minutes pass.
DING!
DING! DING!
The two young women sprint out of their corners with their
fists up and ready. They meet in the
center of the ring in a split second.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! Blood sparkles in the air and Layla drops to
her butt. Beth swiftly grabs one of her
pig tails and holds her face upturned into a barrage of rapid face punches.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Beth releases her victim and Layla sprawls to the canvas,
face down. She begins to squirm away but
Beth gives her a savage doggy style cunt punt.
PLUD!!!! Layla is
scared. Beth drops down onto her prey, straddling
her in the middle of her back. She grabs
a pig tail and hauls Layla’s head up.
THAP!!! She slams her face back down into the canvas. Layla’s legs jerk and squirm. Beth hauls her head back again.
THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! Beth stops the onslaught and arches
her back, soaking in the energy of the bloodthirsty crowd. Layla moans in pain and fear and continues
trying to squirm away. Beth stands
slowly over her, and gives her another doggy style cunt punt.
PLUD!!!!
“OOOohhhhhhh….” Layla
lets out a loud guttural moan of agony. Slowly
she slides her right leg forward, still trying to belly squirm to the edge of
the ring, maybe meaning to escape. Beth
crouches over her, grabs a pig tail and forces her partway onto her back.
“I give….I give….I give….”
Layla pleads desperately. Beth
cocks her right fist and buries it in her face, shutting her up.
THUD!!! Layla’s body jerks and goes limp. Beth cocks her fist again.
THUD!!!
The crowd is going wild.
Any fans of Layla have now been converted into Beth fans. Clearly the Latino girl is no match for the
blonde juggernaut. Beth takes couple deep
breaths, then goes to work.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
DING!
DING! DING!
“WE HAVE A WINNER!!!”
The booming voice of the Executioner rings out over the crowd and Beth
again arches her back, her perfect round breasts pointing out as she straightens
up over her mangled foe.
“BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH!” She catches her breath for a few moments,
while half crouching over her latest kill.
Finally she undoes the leather belt at the tp of Layla’s fighting
panties and yanks her trophy off before striking a victory pose with her right
foot planted firmly on the dead Layla’s chest.
The Executioner enters the ring and holds Beth’s hand aloft.
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH HER THIRD PRO KILL……BETH!!!!”
The volume of the crowd’s roar increases as I climb into the
ring to kiss the winner of the short one sided death match. Beth seems to have barely broken a sweat and I
suspect she is hungry for a bedroom fight tonight. My fun is just beginning.
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