THE HARMONY CHRONICLES CHAPTER TWO

 

CHAPTER TWO: HARMONY’S FIRST DEATH MATCH

“OOoooohhhhhhh…”  Misty moans with delight and falls off of me, her naked body splaying out into the softness of my bed.  The sweet musky aroma of our sex fills the room.  She falls asleep with a smile on her face.  I have done well.  My thoughts drift to my girlfriend, who is going to be in the hospital for quite some time I think.  The walls and floor are still splattered with blood from both girls, but the puddle of piss on the floor is all Harmony, as is the puddle of vomit.  My poor sweet Harmony.  I guess she bit off more than she could chew tonight.   

I am woken in the morning by Misty riding me.  I am aroused immediately and turn her over and finish her in just a few minutes.  She rolls me back over, kisses me and pulls her light orange panties back on, the ones she was wearing when she defeated my girlfriend last night.  Then she pulls on her dress and winks at me. 

“Next that bitch takes me on it’s going to be to the DEATH.   Then you will be mine.  Tell her she can find me at The Green Tower whenever she thinks she’s woman enough.” 

With that she disappears through the door.  I am left in my bed with my thoughts. 

I spend much of the next few days sitting by Harmony’s side at the hospital.  She has been put into an induced coma, which is not that unusual nor nearly as dangerous as it used to be.  In fact, it is the best way for an injured person to rapidly heal, and Harmony will most likely be good as new, physically at least, in about a week.  Of course, suffering such a humiliating defeat in her own bedroom could have lasting psychological effects.

When I’m not sitting by her side, I spend my time cleaning the apartment.  It takes quite a while to get all the blood off the walls.  The carpet is a complete disaster.  I have to go over it with the carpet shampooer about 8 times to get the last traces of the puke, blood, and urine out.   On the plus side by then the sex aroma seems to be have dissipated.

On the third day the challenges began to arrive.  It seemed Harmony really was the bully of her high school and all these women, now grown up, and having heard about the ass whooping she just received want a piece of her.  (Not to mention a piece of me.  I admit the idea was tantalizing.) 

Challenges poured in one after another, inviting Harmony to take part in all manner of nasty fights to the finish.  Most of them were former classmates, many of them even older than Harmony. 

The challenges come in the form of small envelopes with a standard index card inside issuing the challenge.  This is standard practice.  White envelopes are challenges to one-on-one fights to a knockout in a venue of some kind.  Yellow envelopes are challenges to bedroom fights.  Pink envelopes are death match challenges.  Almost all the envelopes are pink.  I’m thinking about getting rid of them when Harmony strolls through the door, wearing her terrycloth robe that matches the panties I know she is wearing underneath and nothing else.  She is home from the hospital.

“Hey baby!”  I exclaim and go to her.  She presses against me, kissing me.  I thought she would be mad at me, but she looks more embarrassed.

“I’m not worthy of you!”  she suddenly wails.  “I need to prove myself!”  She plucks one of the pink envelopes out of my hand.

“I was counting on this!”  she says, ripping open one of the envelopes.  “This bitch is DEAD!”  There is a number on the back of the card.  It is for a neutral fight coordinator who will arrange the bout.  The girl she is going to fight…to the death…is named Ashley.

She is a senior in high school who turned 18 two months ago.  Now considered an adult she can fight topless and make death challenges to anyone she wishes that is also at least age 18.  Ashley has already challenged and killed 3 women, and she is specifically focused on Harmony.   

It seems Harmony beat the shit out of her older sister Beth countless times throughout High School, and in fact forced Beth out of the town in a “Loser Leaves Town” fight when they were both seniors.  Now Ashley wants revenge for her older sister, and if she kills Harmony, Beth will be able to return to town. 

“GOOD!”  Harmony exclaims and slams down the phone.   She turns around, beaming at me with excitement!

“I’m gonna have my first Death Match!  Tonight, at midnight!”   She is hopping with excitement.  Her hardened nipples poke through her rope as she bounces up and down with joy.  I’ve never seen her this happy, yet I am filled with a sickening and confusing mixture of dread, excitement, and sexual arousal.  

“Oh baby are you sure you’re ready for that?”

Without answering, she takes me into the bedroom by the hand, strips down to her fighting panties, pushes me down onto the bed and proceeds to cock tease me for hours.  She finally has mercy on me and gives me a blow job, but she doesn’t want me to make her cum until after she has claimed her first kill, though I bring her right to the brink several times.  She LOVES to fight horny, and she says it really brings the wild cat out in her. 

“Didn’t work so well against Misty” I think to myself, but I have to veil these thoughts.  I must show complete confidence in her ability.  She is my girl, after all.

Finally, it is almost midnight, and we make our way to the High School where the fight is to take place in a small cinderblock room set aside for exactly this purpose.

Upon our arrival Harmony kisses me and is then escorted through a small metal door.  I am taken up a flight of stairs and find myself in a small arena that looks down on the fighting chamber from above.  I get my first look at the girl Harmony will be fighting.  She is blonde and is wearing floral printed white panties with long white socks.  She has blonde hair tied back in a long single braid.  She is CUTE.

A couple seconds later I hear the sound of a metal door opening and closing and Harmony enters the room.  She and Ashley glare menacingly at each other.

“I can’t BELIEVE you actually showed up here, BITCH!” Ashley howls at her from the opposite corner of the small room.

“You’re going to beg for a quick death before I am done with you.”  Harmony responds coolly. 

Around me in the little viewing area are a number of women, who look me over hungrily when they aren’t focused on what is happening in the small chamber below us.  They all know I am Harmony’s boyfriend and are probably scheming to take me from her themselves.

Soon, the announcements begin. 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  WELCOME TO THE MAT ROOM!”

The ladies around me all let out a wild cheer.

“IN THIS CORNER…IN THE FLORAL PRINT PANTIES…. ASHLEY!” 

A small cheer goes up from the 30 or 40 women sitting around the bleachers.

The blonde raises her arms and waves up at the crowd, though I suspect she cannot see us, as a bright light illuminates the entire fighting chamber from above.

“ASHLEY IS 18 YEARS OLD!  HER FIGHTING RECORD STANDS AT 7 WINS…2 LOSSES AND 3 KILLS!!!”

Once a girl turns 18 every official venue fight she has is recorded for her Official Fight Record.”  Bedroom or private fights are not included.   Ashley has been busy since her 18^th birthday.  I am somewhat relieved to hear she is NOT undefeated.

“AND IN THIS CORNER…IN THE LIGHT GREEN TERRYCLOTH PANTIES….HARMONY!”

I’m the only one who cheers and claps.  The women around me snicker and murmur among themselves.  They are certain Harmony is about to die.  I pay them no mind.

“HARMONY IS 20 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS HER FIRST FIGHT!” 

“It’s about to be her LAST fight!”  Ashley yells out.

“Keep talking, whore.”  Harmony responds.

DING! DING! DING!

With no hesitation the two young women walk towards the center of the room, still talking shit.

Ashley slaps Harmony in the face.

Harmony returns the face slap.

Ashley punches Harmony RIGHT in the nose, spraying blood.  My heart misses a beat.  Is this it for my girlfriend? 

Then the two girls engage in a SAVAGE flurry of punches, splattering blood all over the blue mat. 

“GAK!!”  Ashley gurgles as Harmony slams a punch straight into her throat!  She starts to go down!

But Harmony swiftly grabs her and pulls her into a bearhug.  Ashley wraps her arms around her attacker and returns the squeezing attack.  Both of them let out a cry of pain, fear and determination as they struggle.  The crowd is heating up now.  It seems like Harmony isn’t going to be such an easy win after all.  

“AAAAHHHHH!!!  OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!”  Ashely cries out in agony as Harmony constricts her strong arms around the young blonde, lifting her off the mat.  Harmony definitely has control of the fight now!

“YEAH!!! GET HER BABY!  GET HER!”  I cheer my girlfriend on.

And then Harmony gives her a NASTY knee to the crotch. 

PLUD!!! The impact makes a dull hollow sound as Ashley is lifted further up into the air from the force of the blow.

And the blonde goes limp.  Harmony holds the moaning girl up in the air and moves towards the corner of the room with her.  Suddenly the crowd seems to have switched sides. Many of them are now rooting for Harmony. I feel a bit of pride for my beautiful raven haired girlfriend.

THUD!

The blonde is brutally slammed into the corner of the room. Harmony quickly buries a punch in her belly.

THUD!!!

Ashley’s body lurches.  Harmony punches her in the face.

CRACK!!!

And she slides down to the floor.  Her butt hits the mat with a dull thump.  Harmony stands over her, catching her breath.  The crowd is split now, some yelling for Ashley to get up and fight, others yelling for Harmony to finish her off.

“I’M NOT SATISFIED YET!”  Harmony announces and grabs Ashley by the bangs, yanking her up to her feet.

“GET UP AND FIGHT!”  Harmony commands.  Ashley’s eyes flutter open and she immediately begins moaning and weeping, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks. 

THUD!!! THUD!!!

Harmony gives her a knee to the stomach, then another knee to the crotch, lifting Ashley up into the air before letting her plop down to the mat.  She curls up, protecting her ravaged womanhood.

“OOOOoohhhhhh…”  The blonde fighter lets out a piercing wail of agony as Harmony sneers down at her.

Harmony stands there patiently while Ashley writhes around in pain, then finally begins to crawl away from her attacker, still openly weeping.  Harmony calmly follows her.

At the edge of the small room, Ashley gets up and makes a grab for the metal door, although it is locked from the outside and won’t be unlocked until only one (or less) heartbeat is detected in the room.  Harmony snatches her by the panties and starts dragging her back.

“COME ON BITCH!  THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH!”  She howls.

She yanks the whimpering blonde back a few feet and delivers a NASTY crotch rake to her from behind.  Ashley howls in agony.

“AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!”

This is torture for the sheer pleasure of it.  Ashley appears to be no match for Harmony after all.  I can see my girlfriend’s nipples are diamond hard and her sultry lips slightly parted as she breathes deeply in and out.  She is getting off on this.

She lets Ashley flop to her belly.  The terrified girl brings her hands down into her mangled crotch and she lets out a tortured moan of anguish.

“I can’t believe this bitch has 3 kills!”  Harmony announces as she steps over to her victim. 

With lightening speed Harmony suddenly reaches down and snatches Ashley up by the head.

“OH GOD NO! NOOOO!”  Ashley squawks.

CRACK!!!

And Harmony drops her lifeless enemy face first to the mat, her neck broken.  The fight is over!

DING! DING! DING!

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH HER FIRST KILL…. HARMONY!”

“YEAH!! YOU WON BABY! YOU WON!”  I shout out over the cacophony of cheers, whistling and clapping from the bloodthirsty female spectators all around me.  I am escorted down to the metal door leading into the fighting chamber by two attractive young women in white bikinis.  They are resident Mat Girls, most likely fighters who were spared at the end of a death match and forced to serve the venue for the rest of their lives, a fate many would consider worse than death.  They strip me down to my underwear and open the door for me.  Harmony continues to hold her victory pose as I go up to her.  She grabs my erect penis and pulls me in close to her body. 

“I WON BABY!  I WON THE FIGHT FOR YOU!”  She cries joyful and I kiss her.  She places one foot on the back of her dead opponent’s head while she presses into me, flattening the mound of her vagina against my hardened penis.  I caress the fuzzy fabric of her fighting panties as we make out to the delight of the crowd.  Then she pulls me down onto the mat and before long her panties and my underwear are off and I am inside of her.  The crowd cheers us on.  

In our highly aroused state, it does not take us long to finish.  Harmony collects the panties off her victim, her very first kill trophy, and we head back to the apartment for a night of celebration. 

We can still hear the spectators chanting her name as we walk away from the venue. 

“HARMONY! HARMONY! HARMONY! HARMONY!” 

She made a good impression here tonight.  

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Chapter One: Harmony's First Fight

 

CHAPTER ONE:  HARMONY’S FIRST FIGHT

Call me Ishmael. 

I am starting this journal to tell the story of my girlfriend Harmony, who always wanted to take part in the violent world of underground catfighting, and finally got her wish.    

We got together shortly after high school, and knew we were in love right away.  When we first started dating she used to tell me stories about fights she’d been in with other girls in school, and immediately realized that it turned me on something fierce.  Since we went to different schools, I had not witnessed any of these brawls, but she loved describing them in explicit detail to me and had apparently never lost a fight.   The stories never failed to give me an erection, so she would always talk about her fights when she wanted me to fuck her.  (Which was a lot.)

Eventually she said she wanted to beat down another girl right in front of me.  In fact, it was her lifelong dream to travel to the fabled Green Tower City, where a BRUTAL underground death fight circuit existed, though I admit this prospect worried me a little.  (Especially since I had never even seen her fight.)  I persuaded her to start out a little smaller.  Maybe a good ole fashion bedroom catfight would get her juices flowing enough.

“How about tonight?”  she pleaded.  “I NEED to beat some bitch to a pulp.  It’s been way too long!”

We came up with a plan.  She really wanted to fight another girl over me in our bedroom.  My job was to go out and find (in her words) “some pathetic skank I can waste in front of you.”  Afterwards she said we would fuck like wild ANIMALS while her vanquished opponent lay on the floor of our room.  I did not want to see my girlfriend get hurt, but she seemed extremely confident in her fighting skills, and I didn’t want to let her down by not believing in her.

“All right I think we can make this happen.  Are you sure you want to do this?” I said, and she responded by pushing me down onto the bed and climbing on top of me, kissing me.  We made out for a few minutes and my hardened dick was throbbing with excitement.  I started to undo her pants but then she quickly dismounted me.

“Not until after I win, baby.  I fight better when I’m horny!”  and with those words she disappeared through the door.  Her expectations were clear.  I headed out into the night.

Thanks to the XY Virus that ran its course through the human population some time ago, it is not that hard for a guy like me to get laid.  You see, I am one of the last male humans left on the planet. At this point, women outnumber men 99 to one, and I am a member of the final generation in which men were still being born, so I’m also one of the youngest men left, and that makes me a commodity.   I love Harmony though, so I want the reader to be absolutely clear that everything that happens in  this epic tale I’m about to unfold, was at her own behest, and, as you will eventually see if you stick around, it turned out pretty good for her. Although eventually…well, now I’m getting into “spoiler territory”, so back to the story at hand…

I walk into the closest bar to our apartment immediately drawing the attention of everyone there.  There’s only 2 other guys there, and I know them fairly well.  Sam is in his 70’s and is sitting at a table with three gorgeous women who ranged anywhere from 25 to 50.  They are clearly fascinated by him and are hanging on his every word like its water in the desert. He looks up at me and gives an enthusiastic wave.  I smile and wave back.  He is not sleeping alone tonight.  What a life that guy has!  At the bar I see Big Robert.  He is a mammoth of a man who is I believe around 50.  He weighs well over 300 pounds is balding though he grows the rest of his still jet-black hair out long which makes him look kind of like a giant-sized Ron Jeremy. He is sitting at the bar talking to a gorgeous Amazon with long black hair and a magnificent figure. He has one of his wives with him, Carly I think, and she is engaged in telling a humorous story to the tall dark-skinned woman.  I can tell they are going to bring her home to their house and other wives for the night.  Being so greatly outnumbered by females does have its advantages, even though many of them are clones of their mothers, but that is information for the Science and Tech journals. We give each other a friendly wave.  We are all brothers.  I know a day will come when they are gone, and I only know a handful of other guys, and they are all at least a few years older.  The thought makes me sad, but then I get back to my business.  I scan the room.  It’s not a particularly busy night.  There’s maybe 2 dozen women in here, and other than the ones who are already with Sam and Robert they are all looking at me.

At first I worry that there is nobody here I feel comfortable matching up against Harmony.  Some of them look like professional MMA fighters.  There muscles bulge and they have a seriously angry disposition.  I don’t want to get Harmony killed.  Then I see her.  A slender, drop dead gorgeous red head with straight hair in a shoulder length bob.  She is smiling at me.  I approach her.

“Hi, I’m Misty” she says and pulls the seat next to her out for me.  We start to talk…”

2 Hours Later.

“Wanna head back to my place?”  I ask.  The booze is settling nicely, and Misty has her hand running up and down the inside of my leg.  I am horny as hell.

“Will your girlfriend be there?”  she asks.  The question doesn’t really surprise me that much.  I had a feeling she knew all along what I was up to, but seemed more than happy to go along with it.

“Ummm…” I start to stammer.

“Of course, you have a girlfriend!  At least I hope you do, and I also hope she wants to fight.”

At this point she slides her hand right up over my crotch and my dick throbs with excitement.  In fact, I very nearly jiz right into my underwear.  She suddenly takes my hand and starts to pull me up from my seat.

“Let’s get going, baby.  Here I got the tab.” And with that she casually tosses a hundred-dollar bill onto the bar as we walk away.

“See you later Louise!”  she calls out to the lady behind the bar.

“Knock em dead, Misty”  she responds.  My heart is pounding.  It seems like Misty has done this before.  I hope Harmony isn’t about to get beaten to death in front of me, but there is no backing out of this now.

It only takes us a few minutes to get back to our apartment.  Harmony is nowhere to be found.  We go in the bedroom and Misty quickly disrobes, stripping down to a pair of light orange cotton panties.  She climbs onto me, wrapping her legs around me while I sit on the edge of the bed.  We make out for several minutes while I massage het butt, feeling the way the cotton fabric stretches tightly over her firm round buttocks.  She is slender but her body is FIRM.  My heart beats a little faster.  Did I screw up?  Is my girlfriend about to get her clock cleaned.  I gasp suddenly as Misty slides down onto the floor in front of me.  She takes my dick in her hand, and that’s when Harmony strolls through the door, wearing nothing but her favorite light green terrycloth panties.  Her breasts are rising and falling rapidly with excitement and her nipples are HARD.  She is ready to fight! For the second time I almost lose my pud right then, but I scoot back on the bed.

“BITCH GET OFF MY BOYFRIEND!”  Harmony howls as she steps into the room.

“HHHSSSSSSS…..” Misty hisses like a cat as she slowly rises up next to me, running her fingers through my hair as she rises.

They each take a couple long strides across the room until they are standing just a couple feet apart.  Their breasts rise and fall quickly as they suck in air, preparing for battle while they size each other up. 

I have no idea how this is going to go.

CRACK!

Harmony starts the fight out with a SAVAGE slap that whips Misty’s head around.

“YEAH! GET HER BABY!”  I call out but then cover my mouth with my hand.  There’s a certain etiquette that should be followed in this situation.  I am supposed to remain neutral during the fight. But I really do want my baby to win this fight.

THUD!

Misty swiftly steps forward and slugs Harmony in the gut.

THUD!

Harmony returns the gut punch immediately and Misty doubles over.  My girl really CAN fight!  I’m getting very excited now.  I hope she puts Misty down quick because now I really want to FUCK! 

THRACK!!!

It happens so fast I barely realize what happened.  Misty PULVERISES Harmony with a lightening fast jab that sprinkles the air with a spray of blood.  Harmony drops to her hands and knees.  My stomach drops.  

“OOohhhhhh…” Harmony lets out a low moan of pain mixed with fear as she crawls away from Misty.

“Where do you think you’re going?  We’re fighting over a MAN!”  Misty snarls as she follows along behind her. 

I sit up on the edge of the bed, mesmerized by the brutal battle going on in front of me.  Harmony has almost made it to the doorway, but Misty suddenly runs up in front of her and grabs her by the hair.

“Come on, bitch!  I’m going to fuck you UP!”

“OOoohhhhhOOO…”  Harmony lets out a pathetic mewling whimper as Misty starts to pull her up by the hair.

Harmony’s arms hang limply at her sides as she is pulled up to her feet.  She seems barely aware of what is happening.  Suddenly Misty’s knee darts up into my girlfriend’s face, splattering fresh blood.

THUD!!!

Harmony flops lifelessly to the ground.  This is not how this was supposed to go!

SPLAT!

Harmony hits the ground like a sack of wet cement and her arms and legs splay out limply.  She twitches a couple times then goes completely still again.  She is out cold.  Misty stands over her menacingly, then turns to give me a smile.

“You’re about to trade up, baby!”  she says.  I have to admit, even though I sincerely wanted my girlfriend to win the fight, this girl is HOT, and I suppose no matter what happens here tonight, I’m going to be the winner.  

Misty now reaches over and gives Harmony a couple slaps, trying to wake her back up.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Her legs give a couple twitches, but she remains otherwise unresponsive.  Misty grabs her by the ponytail and starts hauling her off the ground, sliding her body a little closer to the wall.

“Come on!  I wanna FIGHT!”  The ginger haired brawler commands.

Suddenly, Harmony lets out a low groan and her eyes flutter open. 

THUD!!!

Harmony slugs Misty in the gut!  The red head winces in pain and doubles over! 

“YEAH GET HER BABY!”  I cry out and then once again slap my hands over my mouth.

“just watch you idiot.  Just WATCH!”  I think to myself. 

The red head is stunned from the blow.  Harmony swiftly gives her a knee across the ribs.

CRACK!!!

Misty’s face contorts with agony and fear.  Harmony is winning!  Harmony is winning! 

THUD!

Misty throws a punch, but it glances off Harmony’s chin.  More blood sprays the air but she doesn’t go down.

CRACK!!!

My girl responds with a VICIOUS face slap and finally Misty is bloodied! 

“get her Harmony!  GET HER!”  I think to myself, my heart racing as I watch the fight.

“OOOhhhhh…”

“UUunnnngh…”

Suddenly both girls let out loud moans of pain, fear, and desperation as they lunge into each other and begin to grapple furiously for control of the fight.  They are both bloodied, exhausted and scared now.  Harmony grabs Misty’s hair and the ginger haired bedroom fighter grabs her breast and squeezes it. 

“AAAAHHHH!”  Harmony cries out in pain and their backs slam into the wall.

Harmony spins her body and both of them tumble to the ground.

THUD!!!

My girlfriend is on top!  She is going to win! 

Grunts, moans and groans fill the air as the two young women wrestle desperately all over the floor.  Whoever gets a mount here is probably going to win the fight.  Harmony fights valiantly, but Misty slowly overpowers her and starts to get on top…

 And all of a sudden she is straddling my girlfriend.  She has her hands around the poor girl’s throat and is strangling her.  Harmony’s legs kick and writhe uselessly.  Her face is turning red and her eyes are rolling up in her head.  She is in TROUBLE!   I get off the bed, ready to pull Misty off of her if I have to…

But right at the crucial moment, Misty releases Harmony’s throat and scoots back so she is sitting on her belly.  She sucks in a few huge gasps of air.  Then she gives Harmony a slap across the face.

CRACK!

Harmony’s body lurches and quivers, and with great relief I see her breasts are in fact rising and falling raggedly.  She is still alive.  Misty slaps her again.

CRACK!

“WAKE UP!  I WANNA FIGHT!”  Misty howls, but Harmony is unresponsive.

Finally Misty crawls away from Harmony, leaving her out cold on her back.  I feel horrible for Harmony, but damn Misty is cute, and I know she expects to be rewarded…

And so, I start to kiss her.  She presses up against me and starts to move me backwards, towards the bed.

We continue to make out all the way there.  We climb onto the bed.  I start to reach onto her panties.  She lets out a long trembling moan of pleasure…

“Ooooooohhhhhh ACK!”

CRASH!!!

I feel Misty’s vagina slips away from me as she starts to tumble off the bed.  Harmony tosses the smashed lamp aside and grabs her around the neck.

“GAK!”  Misty gurgles in surprise as she is violently wrenched off the bed and tossed to the floor!

THUD!

The red head’s body hits the floor hard and she curls up in a fetal position.  Harmony shoots me an angry look as she adjusts her panties.

“Were you really about to fuck that skank?”  She hisses at me. 

“UUUmmmm…”  I stammer, not really sure what she expected me to do.

To my relief she quickly turns her attention to her enemy, who appears to be unconscious on the floor.  She grabs her by the hair and begins to peel her off the floor.

“OOOOhhhhhhOOOhhh…” Misty wakes up and lets out a long moan as she is yanked up by the hair.

“GET UP!!! I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU UP!”  Harmony screams.

“Oh god….” Misty moans “OOohhhhh…” 

Harmony gets her up to her feet and slams her face into our dresser.  I am sad to see my Spiderman bank plummet to the floor, where it shatters, spilling change everywhere.

Now the red head is out cold.  Her body slides down the wall and she lands on her butt, slumped over her.  Harmony looms over her prey, sucking in deep gasps of air.  I wonder what she plans to do next.

Once she has caught her breath, my girlfriend reaches down for a handful of Misty’s ginger hair and starts to haul her up to her feet again.

“Come on…it’s time to END THIS!”  She announces. I start to worry she might plan to kill Misty, which would technically be illegal, although enforcement of the law in such situations is pretty vague at best.

Misty suddenly lunges forward, grabbing Harmony’s crotch and squeezing it while simultaneously biting into her left breast.  Blood sprays from the wound.  Harmony screams.

“AAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!!”  and she quickly shoves Misty away. 

Misty staggers back and watches as Harmony stumbles around moaning in pain.  She waits patiently for my raven-haired girlfriend to regain her composure, then she slowly raises her fists, wordlessly beckoning Harmony to continue the fight.  After a few seconds of whimpering, she finally shakes it off and raises her own fists.  Slowly the two women, now bloodied, bruised, and gasping in exhaustion, begin to circle.  No more words are exchanged.  My heartbeat is at a dull throb.  I can sense that one way or another, this fight is almost over.

THUD!!!

Harmony nails Misty with a savage uppercut right under the chin that nearly takes her head off!

“YEAH!!! GET HER BABY! GET HER!”  I call out, no longer concerned with the subtle rules of “Bedroom Fight Etiquette.”

THUD!!!

OOOH!!! Misty hits Harmony with a NASTY punch.  She is stunned! 

Before Harmony can retaliate, Misty lunges forward and grabs her, slamming her body downwards into her rapidly rising knee.

SPLUD!!!

Harmony drops to her hands and knees.  She crawls away whimpering like a whipped dog.  She pukes.

Misty staggers back into the wall and slowly slides down to her butt.  The vicious attack took the steam out of her.  She gaps for air.

After a couple quick gulps of fresh air, Misty springs forward, pouncing on her victim and shoving her face straight down into the puddle of puke.

“GLUUUUURGH!!!”  Harmony sputters in terror.  Misty has her.  I can tell this fight is over.  Poor poor Harmony.

“I’M GOING TO FINISH YOU!”  Misty howls and yanks Harmony across the room by the hair,  She turns her over a few feet from where I am sitting anxiously on the edge of the bed.  Clearly she wants me to have a good view of Harmony’s destruction.  My poor girlfriend pisses herself in terror as she is rolled over.  Misty drills her in the face.

THUD!!!

Blood splatters everywhere.  Harmony’s limbs jerk and she begins to lose consciousness.

While Harmony is still twitching, Misty swiftly mounts her and slides her crotch up over her prey’s belly and breasts.  She gives her another quick jab to the face, shattering her nose.

CRUNCH!!!

Harmony’s whole body jerks with the blow, then Misty quickly slides her crotch up and over Harmony’s face.  She presses her body down.  Harmony jerks, quivers, twitches a couple times, then goes limp, her arms and legs splaying out. She is finished.

Misty keeps sitting on her vanquished foe’s face, her own breasts rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath and cools down from her quick sudden victory.  Finally panic sets in.  She’s going to kill her!

“Come on, Misty!  She’s finished!  You won!  You won the fight!” 

“SPOIL SPORT!  I thought you wanted to trade up permanently!”  With this she slides off her victim and gives her a SAVAGE slap across her already broken nose.

“GURGLE!”  Harmony spits up a glob of bloody goo and convulses slightly.  Misty cocks her fist.

“NEXT TIME WE FIGHT I WILL KILL YOU!”  She screams then slams her fist down into Harmony’s mangled face again.

SPLAT!!!

Harmony is knocked out immediately and her arms and legs splay out a little more.  Misty raises her fists.

“YEAH!!! I WON! I WON!” 

Then Misty stands up and places a foot on Harmony’s stomach.  She locks eyes with me as she raises her arms and flexes her muscles in a classic victory pose.  I know what she wants now.  I get up and go to her.  She holds her victory pose while we make out, pressing our bodies tightly together.  I look down at my mangled girlfriend, splayed out under Misty’s foot.  I feel bad for her, but I have NEVER been so horny in my life.  And after all, it was her idea. 

Right? 

RIGHT?

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