Part 1
Reminiscing

Under normal circumstances she would have been flown back to Midgar with Rufus for an evening romp. However there were things in Junon that still needed her attention. And the most important detail involved a trip to the Security Room.

Muttering to herself Scarlet slammed shut the door to the room she’d seized for her own back when the cannon was being built. She’d had it furnished with amenities and niceties she decided against placing in rooms back in Midgar. She dumped the contents of the bag she’d been holding onto her bed. Three disc cases tumbled out.
Security discs. Already done in triplicate.

She cursed to herself. She was lucky to have intercepted the grunt carrying them.She gave a small, grim smile. There were so many soldiers already dead or missing in the wake of Weapon’s attack…who’d miss one more. With a small chuckle she slipped the first disc into her personal player.
“This’d better not have been a waste of effort” she thought to herself.

The screen blurred for a second before focusing. It was the camera posted along the cannon to keep an eye on the workers who maintained the weapon. The camera toggled back and forth, possibly with relief since Weapon’s head had just been blown off. Then the camera tilted down at a small running figure.

“Tifa!”Scarlet’s hand curled into a tight fist as she stared hatefully at the woman on the screen as the camera zoomed in.
She noticed, with grim amusement, that the camera alternated between the heaving breasts and the fluttering mini-skirt bottom of her young rival. Scarlet made a mental note to check the grunt’s quarters in case he’d had some personal copies made up.

(Three Hours earlier)

Scarlet walked up to the younger woman, who was nonchalantly rubbing the back of her left foot with her right, and delivered a hard slap to the bitch’s left cheek.

“Stuck up till the end,” she sneered.

Holding her cheek Tifa stared back at her, “Stop hitting me you old BITCH!”

Before she could respond Scarlet felt Tifa’s palm crack against the side of her face. So stunned was she that Tifa got in a free hit before, with a look of determined outrage, she began swinging back. Besides slaps, punches began to get mixed in. But Scarlet didn’t concern herself with that. Her only concern was the slaps and punches that rained on her face and shoulders as she slapped and hit and scratched at the face surrounded by a mass of dark, brown hair.
One hit struck an unintended mark.
Tifa gasped and retreated as one of Scarlet’s fists had struck her bouncing breasts. Scarlet smirked as Tifa collected herself. Then she did a strange thing…Tifa sucked in a breathe and stuck out her chest.
“I expected no less from you, you old whore,”Tifa smiled. “Was that it? Why you put me first instead of Barret, when he was obviously the bigger threat.”

Confused now, Scarlet stared at her rival.

“I’ve seen the way you stare at Rufus. And I’ve seen the way he, Heidegger and the rest of them stared at ME!!!” Tifa traced a finger over and under her large orbs, locking eyes with Scarlet. “It’s to be expected, though. You’re old and he’s young. I’m sure those things you call breasts’re probably as fake as Shinra’s morals.”

Now THAT was uncalled for. Not breaking their staring competition, Scarlet reached for the straps of her dress and the the bra underneath. With one smooth, slow, movement she pulled it down baring her proud DD-cup breasts to her rival. Tifa’s face and eyes showed no reaction, but there was slight sucking sound from her mouth. Scarlet smirked.

Her breast were in no way as large as Tifa’s, but she was positive they were firmer, considering how much bounce Tifa’s breasts had to them, her pink nipples pointing right at her.

“Well?” she asked, holding up her breasts. “You were saying something about my beauties?”

Tifa gave an unladylike snort and pulled at her t-shirt till it rested at her neck, baring her own monsters to the world. Scarlet’s blonde lashes soared till they almost merged with her hair, and for a brief moment she felt that she’d misjudged the situation. Easily an E, if not a double, but you’d be forgiven for thinking they were an F-cup. But she’d committed herself and there was no way she was going to back down from this stuck up gutter trash
.
She took a step forward.

Tifa mirrored the move.

Their eyes locked as they moved forward, no hurry in either’s step. Scarlet gasped and Tifa’s face flushed as their breasts brushed for the first time. Biting her lip, Scarlet moved her hips in a side to side motion that had one, then the other breast mash up against Tifa’s. Tifa however took a more direct approach and shoved her breasts forward as they were nipple to nipple. The sudden electric surge that shot up her nerves at that caused Scarlet to hurriedly back up. Angry at herself, came back forward eagerly pushing her rack into her rival’s.
Tifa winced, but shoved back, digging in her feet and swinging her massive orbs back and forth. Mimicking the action Scarlet placed her hands on her hips also swinging her breasts in an, almost as if agreed up on rhythm, pleased at how her rack was holding up.

“Old indeed,” she snorted to herself. “I’ll show her old…”

Running a pink tongue over red lips, she looked up from the raging battle to look at her opponent. Tifa’s flushed face was a mask of concentration as she took their womanly battle up another notch. She threw her arms over Scarlets shoulder almost as if in a lover’s embrace, before slamming both of her breasts forward with a loud SMACK that was easily the most definitive sound of their ongoing match. Scarlet yelled in pain before reacting purely on instinct. She threw her own arms around Tifa’s neck before heaving her own monsters into the underside of Tifa’s still quivering orbs. Now it was Tifa’s turn to scream in pain before retaliating. Bodies quivering in unexpected pain both women began slamming their breasts together with abandon now curses, sobs and insults spewing from mouths that under normal circumstances you would never have heard them from.

“Give up you little Avalanche whore!”

“Shira slut!”

“Bitch!”

“Cunt!”

“She-male!”

“WHAT!!!!!”

Surprised at the outburst, Scarlet was unprepared as Tifa seemed to get a second wind as she slammed her tits forward savagely. Once…twice…a third time. Tears dripped from her eyes from the pain as Scarlet tried to retaliate. Tried, because after all four breasts slammed together agonizingly Tifa didn’t away this time. Instead she shifted her thin, deceptively strong arms down and around Scarlet’s upper body and squeezed their bodies together painfully.

“Ugh…let…go. “Scarlet grunted, her arms falling to Tifa’s waist as she tried to push her away.

Tifa gritted her teeth and squeezed, pulling the blonder in even closer. Her breasts ached but the groans and cries from the blonde bitch who’d dared hit her while she was helpless made the pain bearable.

“Did you…really think….you could beat me? You pampered granny.” Tifa whispered as she squeezed yet again, looking down for the inevitable give. “By the time I’m done with you you’ll be the one paying the soldiers to get into bed!”

Like throwing gasoline on a fire sudden rage blocked out the pain as Scarlet threw her own arms around her hated adversary and squeezed for the first time.

“Nngh…”Tifa groaned in surprise. Then gasped as she felt Scarlet give a powerful thrust almost feeling as if the blonde had forced her glands back into her chest

Scarlet’s expression was murderous as she locked eyes with Tifa. But her voice quiet…almost conversational “I’m going to fucking break you. And when I’m done I’ll give whatever’s left over to Hojo to play with.”

Shaking her head Tifa snarled in response to Scarlets threat before bashing her own boobs back into the blonde’s. For her part Scarlet bared her own teeth in a silent snarl returning the squeeze even as they spun around atop the cannon.

Now…not counting their brief slap/fistfight, the two women had been battling for just over twenty minutes. Sweat-drenched and hurting, Tifa and Scarlet grunted fiercely, driving their breasts forward, each seeking to prove her superiority over the other. Eyes locked the two continued to seek any sign of weakness through teary eyes clenched teeth.

Scarlet had refused an escort of Shinra troops, believing she could handle the escaped woman. Possible, considering the gas and Tifa’s fall, but that was not the only reason. She had intended to execute the brute first, as Tifa had alluded to. But something about the brunette hadn’t sat well with Scarlet and the few times they’d made eye contact she’d recognised the same realization in Tifa.

An enemy. Not Avalanche against Shinra, but a personal enemy. The two of them recognized something in the other that set them on a collision course with the only question being when…and where. Now atop the windswept Mako cannon of Juno was the where, and the when was now. But again, none of that matter to either woman as all they care about was feminine destruction of the one causing them pain. Sometimes Scarlet would shove Tifa back, blue eyes glimmering in sadistic glee as she tried to use her slight height advantage to bend Tifa back and cause the brunette even more pain. Other times Tifa used her lower centre of gravity to almost force Scarlet to a knee before they blonde powered herself back up and the two once more to an even position. Other times they shifted their grips the shoulder, banging their boobs in painful, yet methodical repetition. But this was more of a way to get a brief relief from the constant compression as inevitably one would start to grind at the end of a slam, arms would slip over shoulders and the agony would begin again.

How long this continued neither knew, only that voices had become hoarse from screams and cries and groans while bodies were now slick with sweat and faces with both sweat and tears. Tifa felt Scarlet push forward again and she set her feet, sobbing in agony as she managed to halt the older woman’s progress after a couple of steps even as she heard her opponent’s own whimpers of pain and felt splashes of what was either sweat or tears. Maybe both. She wanted this to end. To just release the hug and slug the blonde and kick her into submission. But part of her wasn’t sure if she still had the energy to and the other knew that doing such would be an admission of defeat and she’d be damned before she let this Shinra slut think she was better. But it was hurting so much, her breasts felt as if they had swelled to almost a cup again while almost doubling in weight.

Scarlet was operating almost on auto-pilot now. She gritted her teeth and squeezed while putting her height and weight into shoving the miserable brunette back. One step…then another shuffling step before her progress was halted again. She could hear the slut sobbing and feel the drip of the tears on her shoulder but it was of little consolation as she blinked tears and sweat our of her own eyes as Tifa slowly powered her back three steps before in turn stopped her rivals progress teeth clenched and breasts quivering. You could just end this, her mind reminded her. Just press the button in your earing and troopers’ll be here in five minutes. But that would be both a humiliation and an admission of loss. And Scarlet didn’t lose. She’s clawed her way up the Shinra and now, sharing Rufus’s bed she was poised at the top. No way she’d let some tramp from the Lows get the better of her. But the pain, her mind reminded her, THE PAIN.

While their breasts battled gamely on Tifa cried out again as Scarlet drove her breasts forward and squeezed even as Scarlet in turn cried out as Tifa’s retaliation. No tricks, both women determined that their breasts alone would determine the conflict, but as she cringed waiting for Scarlet to squeeze back Tifa felt a slight hesitation in the blonde before she did so. Tifa then banged her own boobs forward in retaliation and once again Scarlet delayed her counter. This time Tifa continued her assault despite the ever growing pain managing two more thrusts before Scarlet squeezed back and ground their tits together painfully…as if trying to delay Tifa’s response. The brunette raised her tired head from her rival’s shoulder and stared hard at the blonde. Behind the mussed up hair and makeup Tifa could see the unmstakeable look of fear in the blonde’s blue eyes.

“No,” Scarlet mouthed, tears and sweat running down her face as Tifa squeezed and pushed. One step. A second.

At the third Scarlet stumbled and dropped to one knee, but neither woman released their grip. Their eyes locked and through the exhaustion and pain the defiance was still there. Only now it was more than just defiance. It was hate. Not a hate to kill, oh no that would be too easy and both women knew it. This was a hate to humiliate. To ruin. To destroy the other in a manner than death would be considered a kindness.

Tifa hefted Scarlet to her feet, finally understanding what she wanted to do, what she needed to do giving her a second wind. She squeezed their bodies together as close she could, arms tight as she ground away savagely. Scarlet’s face went white from the pain as she tried to retaliate shoving and grinding her own breasts, but Tifa seemed to be drawing on a reserve that Scarlet lacked and that became the determining factor.

Not firmness of breasts, or lack thereof. Simple youthful conditioning and though she didn’t know it at the time, experience.

“Oooooooooooh GGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!” Scarlet wailed, removing her hands from around Tifa’s body, instead placing them on her shoulders seeking to push away and gain some relief. Confused, since her opponent’s breasts were still firm against her own, Tifa paused momentarily then smiled maliciously and drove forward again.

“Say it,” Tifa gritted out through clenched teeth. “Say mine are better.”

N.n…no.” Scarlet managed. “Fuck…fuck you.”

“One of us it fucked, but it’s not me,” Tifa panted then grinned. She shifted Scarlet’s exhausted form lifting her off the ground with another powerful squeeze.

Scarlet kicked desperately, seeking freedom. Yet, through the pain she felt pride at how her breasts continued to battle evenly against the slut’s. But for how much longer. Already she was having trouble breathing.

“SAY IT!” Tifa shouted at the blonde as she continued to shake her head in defiance. The adrenaline was wearing off Tifa realised and the pain was returning with a vengeance. If Scarlet realised it she might get it in her head to continue fighting. And the thought made Tifa almost sick with fear.

The roar of engines surprised them both and Scarlet took a deep breathe of fresh, pain-free air as Tifa released her onto her ass. As her rival, hurriedly lowered her t-shirt, Scarlet smirked at her grimace of pain, the Highwind rose up behind them. Spinning around Tifa sprinted for the ship as Scarlet painfully got to her feet and adjusted her straps, but left out the bra this time.

(Present Time)

Scarlet watched as Tifa paused as the large gorilla, Barret was it, tossed out a rope. Spinning around Tifa again thrust out her breasts, a hateful reminder of her defeat.
“You beat ME,” she whispered, as she pulled off her dress and stood before her mirror. Red and painful to the touch her breasts were still firm. “You didn’t beat these.”
Sighing, she set about editing the discs to include only their brief scuffle. They WOULD meet again…of that Scarlet was sure. She’d seen the hate in the other woman’s eyes, mirroring her own. There would be no closure until they decided once and for all WHO was the better woman. Scarlet smiled coldly.
She had so much to do. So much to prepare.

Part 2
Memories
(Two days after the escape from Junon)

“Ninety-eight(grunt).”

“Ninety-nine(groan).”

“One…hundred.”

Wearily Tifa flipped herself right side up, rubbing at the soreness in her knuckles and shoulders. She tied a towel around her body before moving to remove the cloth she’d draped over the camera that monitored her room. She’d always trained in the nude if the opportunity presented itself, and though she now had her own personal room, something she hadn’t had since her home in Nibelheim…she had to take in the fact that it would be easy for one of Cid’s three subordinates or even Cid himself to play voyeur. With the cons outweighing the pros she’d covered the device before stripping down.

The act of raising her arms, however, brought another realisation.

She stank. Literally.

Wrinkling her nose at overrich smell of her sweat. She opted against removing the cloth just yet…at least not until she’d hit the baths.

With a moist cloth covering her forehead Tifa relished the feel of the hot water caressing her tired body. The Highwind had clearly been designed for the Shinra execs. Hot water pipes were rare even in Midgar. Not that she was complaining so long as she was the one benefiting. Her head lay back as she dozed.

“Avalanche whore!!”

Her eyes flew open at that memory, then narrowed. It had only been a few days and if she was honest her tits were still a bit sore and, to her eyes, slightly swollen.

Truth be told Tifa had to grudgingly admit admit that the Shinra exec had surprised her. She’d never have expected someone like Scarlet to be that tough. The blonde slut had matched her move for move until the end. Rolling over she rested her arms and chin on the edge of the tub. That brought up the other matter that bugged her. She remembered coming to the end of their fight, their arms wrapped tightly around one another squeezing mercilessly as cries, grunts and screams were forced out of one or the other. Sweat pouring from her face, stinging her eyes as the sweat from their bare upper bodies caused their breasts to slip and slide slightly side to side. Then, finally sensing weakness and forcing Scarlet down to a knee even as she remained defiant.

She had felt no give in Scarlet’s rack!

None whatsoever, even up to the point where Scarlet had stopped fighting back. And not even when Tifa had released her in surprise at the roar of the Highwind’s engines behind them. As she’d climbed her way up the rope Barret’d tossed her, she was intensely grateful that their rotations during their fight had ended with her back to the cannons firing line. It would have been distinctly humiliating to try and explain why her shirt was up and her breasts a fairly ugly shade of red. And bruised. And almost two cup sizes larger than…

She shook her head…back to the problem at hand.

She leaned back, her boobs rising from the water. She caressed them lightly, relieved at the lack of pain. Her breasts had never failed her before. Could Scarlet actually have a pair as strong as her own? Tifa shook her head baffled, watching as the movement caused her Es to sway slightly. Shouldn’t be likely, but the fact remained that she hadn’t smashed Scarlet flat anymore than Scarlet had her. Granted, that at the time she’d considered the idea laughable, but Scarlet had proven incredibly tough…and Tifa was smart enough to realise just how dangerous that was. Scarlet had supposedly been around even before Tifa had moved to Midgar, so saying she was almost twenty years her senior was a generous estimate.

Tifa had had to…deal with…some of the roughest and toughest women in the clubs and back alleys of the Midgar slums before settling down to open the Seventh Heaven and later become a member of Avalanche. Since few of those she fought had any martial training she’d quickly adapted to the street-rules of most of her fights.

Cunt-punching to breast mauling/biting and hairpulling. She’d fought all comers on their level and won. The idea that someone who’d lived a pampered life as Scarlet clearly had could be that tough was downright scary. And even more worrisome was how quickly she picked up on fighting with her breasts. Granted it was mostly instinctual, that someone like her would so easily and quickly pick up on street level fighting…and even moreso, be willing to engage in it. Tifa had been just trying to buy time for the lingering effects of the gas to wear off, she hadn’t expected the blonde to respond so quickly and naturally to her taunts…or had she. 

She could still remember the first time she’d ever fought with just her breasts, three years ago. Truth be told it was an experience she couldn’t forget if she tried…and she HAD tried. She’d been working as waitress/bouncer in a strip club in Sector Four. Her club, The Kitty Cat Club, had a rivalry with an adjacent one, The Pit, that featured their girls in oil and mud-matches. Tifa’d been both disgusted and intrigued at the idea.

There had been the usual skirmishes and streetfights. But Sector Four had been undergoing development and the district was popular with the soldiers and workers. Street brawls would drive away business and attract the wrong kind of attention from Shinra itself so the Dons had decided to let their two best girls settle the matter. Naturally, Tifa had been Don Cerenio’s choice. The thought of fighting in front of a crowd had not appealed to her, however Cerenio had promised her a hefty bonus…which would allow her to make her first payment on what would later become Seventh Heaven. However, Tifa’s reputation had preceded her and none of Don Tervin’s girls wanted to step into a cage with her. At least not till a busty redhead called Viola had stepped forward with an idea.

Tifa stretched as waited for her opponent to enter her side of the cage. She’d initially refused the offer…at least till she’d been offered a triple of her salary bonus. For that, she decided, a little degradation could be endured. The pink two piece was one thing but it had taken all her willpower to tolerate the tail and cat ears. She ignored the jeers and catcalls from the people surrounding the area, when her opponent finally decided to show. She’d heard down the grapevine that while, in her mid twenties, Viola wasn’t Tervin’s best…she was still the one he usually turned to when he needed things done right. So Tifa was disappointed when she saw her shrugging out of her robe before clambering through the cage door. Tonight she was in bright red bikini, clearly meant to highlight her hair which she kept short for obvious reasons.

Moving forward to meet in the centre of the cage at the announcer’s invitation Tifa had to incline her head to meet her opponent’s eyes. The slight chubbiness in the cheeks she’d noticed earlier was even more pronounced up close and moving her eyes around she detected softness in the arms and legs of the other girl. She smirked. Taller and chunkier, but not much else.

This wouldn’t take long.

“Now ladies and gentlemen we have a special treat for you today, “the announcer said. “With the approval of both Don Cerenio of the Cat Club…and Don Tervin of The Pit…this fight will be the first of it’s kind on official record. There will be no clawing. No punching. No biting. No slapping and no kicking.”

“Say what?” Tifa looked around wildly to glare up at the VIP seats. This wasn’t what she’d agreed too.

“These two lovely ladies will instead be battling with, and only with, a woman’s most prized possessions.”

At this Viola reached over her shoulder and pulled at the straps supporting her bikini, folding it down to her midriff baring her 36DD breasts to the now wild crowd. She placed her hands behind her head, giving her rack a sexy shake as Tifa stood shell-shocked by the announcement.

“Take it off, baby!”

“Yeah, let’s see those puppies”

Shaking with rage Tifa stared again at the VIP seats directly at Cerenio in a manner that could not be mistaken. There would be a serious…talk…with her boss when this was done. She had the brief satisfaction of seeing him squirm in his seat before turned back slowly reached behind her to the clip and with a soft snap her top came free. Her 37DDD breasts bouncing with their freedom she tossed the pink cloth over the top where a Shinra trooper gleefully grabbed at the material. He would later lose the same top in a card game two days later.

Mirroring Viola, Tifa placed her hands over her head and mockingly gave her slightly larger rack a shake. Viola however gave no reaction and Tifa would later learn that this was not the first time Viola had fought with her breasts. And not the first time she’d gone up against someone larger. A horn blared a start to the contest and above the cage a timer began ticking.

Circling slowly the two women’s eyes bounced between each other’s face and the slight jiggling or their boobs with each step. Tifa might not know anything about this type of fighting, but she’d had her boobs punched and scratched before in previous brawls and knew exactly how painful their getting hit could be. But to actually USE them as to fight… Recognizing Tifa’s hesitation Viola, with a smug knowing, grin took the initiative moving forward a step and swinging her breasts to collide with Tifa’s with a loud SMACK. Grimacing, Tifa responded, instinctually swinging back as their breasts smacked violently back and forth.

The crowd roared their approval as the two beauties went about their business of destroying each others’ pride and joy. Tifa gritted her teeth, desperately wanting to deck her still grinning opponent, but that would result in an immediate disqualification. To avoid the temptation she instead placed them on her hips and planted her feet to help her increase the power of her swings. Viola however, again showing her experience, placed her hands behind her back, giving much needed support to her vertebrae and allowing her to get strikes at the more sensitive undersides despite her height advantage. After the shock of the pain from the first couple of strikes Tifa retaliated by dropping her own heavy breasts onto Viola’s at the end of such a swing causing the red heads grin to slip. It only took a couple of those blows for her to return to a more even swing. Meanwhile, above the ring the clock slowly ticked past the minutes as the fight progressed.

At the five minute mark both pair of breasts were reddening and Viola’s grin had completely slipped as discomfort set in with each time the breasts collided. She’d been confident that the brunette would’ve lost her cool by now and taken a swing at her or something to get herself disqualified. Every girl in the Sector knew how volatile Lockhart’s temper was. The constant side to side motion was putting a strain on both girls backs…at least till at the end of a swing their collided and Tifa inadvertently took a step forward. The increased pressure stopped their boobs from just sliding off of one another and their left orbs now dueled in a private battle.

Tifa grunted as she ground her breast working it into Viola’s, just as Viola attempted to do the same. Their right boobs got a welcome break as both women worked to overpower the other. The position their bodies were now in resulted in them slowly spinning around the centre of their ring as both girls attempted to overpower the other. Viola quickly tired of the pain and the lack of progress. If Tifa refused to play along and get herself disqualified then she’d just have to do this the old fashioned way. And, she realised, that suited her just fine. Removing her hands from her back she reached for the brunette’s shoulders. Tifa spotted the move, however, and her own hands caught Viola’s, their fingers linking. Tifa’s smirk lasted as long as it took Viola to rear back and smash her breasts into Tifa’s rack.

Tifa grimaced at the sudden pain and shock, but she recovered and attempted to rally. She thrust back at the redhead but the blow was mistimed and did little but make her breasts jiggle briefly. Viola went low again and bashed at Tifa’s undersides causing her to stumble back. Pressing her advantage Viola jumped forward splashing all four boobs together making Tifa wail disbelief at the pain and retreat until her back hit the iron grille of the cage. Sensing victory Viola charged forward and repeated the move arms wide, chest first. She felt pain as well, but Tifa’s shriek made it clear that she felt more. Grabbing the grille on either side she used the added leverage to put even more power into her thrusts and jumps.

“NNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” Tifa yelled as she felt as if her breasts were being smashed flat. Viola, on the other hand, laughed as she continued bashing away, ignoring her own pain. Tifa desperately sought to push the other woman away and when that didn’t work, tried hitting back, but trapped against the grille her strikes didn’t amount to much. Instead Viola continued her battering attack on Tifa’s weakening body. Tifa’s eyes widened in realization.

That was it!!!

Tifa sagged allowing her body to go limp. With this, Viola’s next smash came with too much give and her breasts slid to the left. Grunting, Tifa pushed at the same time forcing Viola’s tired fingers from the grille and rolling them till their positions were reversed. Quickly Tifa set herself up, then rammed her breasts head on into Viola’s rack, unintentionally jabbing her nipples at the areola. Viola’s eyes widened as Tifa’s, now distended nipples stabbed into the tender flesh and her shriek was earsplitting for the crowd that had a backside view to their battle. Tifa’s own yell in response to the unexpected pain of Viola’s nipples also digging into her tender flesh was just as loud as she pulled away, momentarily but she had her first advantage in this fight and she was going to make the most of it. She slammed forward again and again delivering blows to Viola’s boobs as fast and as hard as she could. Viola could hear her own whines of pain over the shouts of the crowd at her back. Frustrated at the stubbornness of the other girl she used her height to swing forward and down at Tifa forcing her to arc her back to avoid having the top of her breasts assaulted and causing her grip on the grille to loosen enough for Viola to shove her off and back to the centre.

Tifa however wasn’t going to just let her get away and came right back. Escape, however, was nowhere in Viola’s mind as she jumped at Tifa in a repeat of her previous attacks.

“Again?” Tifa thought, as she spotted the tensing in the redhead’s legs and threw her own body forward. Both women grunted in pain but Viola was the one that stumbled back this time. Tifa followed on twisting her torso left and right, slamming her breasts in Viola’s trying to push the redhead back into the grille to exact some payback. Viola’s experience, however, again showed as she was canny enough to retreat in a circle while swinging back at the angry brunette. Needing to regain control, she halted her retreat and thrust both breasts forward squashing all four breasts together nipple to nipple for the first time and the sudden electric shock of the collision caused Tifa to stumble and actually drop to a knee. Seeing an advantage Viola moved forward eagerly. Tifa once again proved a quick study however, as she shot up her massive boobs slamming the underside of Viola’s own monsters actually launching the redhead clear off her feet and onto her back. Both women screamed at the most impactful blow of their fight Viola rolling onto her side as she clutched at her breasts, groaning. Tifa was no better as she was sat back on her haunches her arms across her chest, whimpering at the pain. Over the ring the clock ticked past the twelve minute mark.

It was nearly thirty seconds of shouting from the crowd before Tifa finally collected herself to stumble to her feet, Viola following a few seconds later as both continued to massage their aching boobs.

The two women raised their heads simultaneously, and if looks could kill both would have been smoldering piles of flesh on the floor. Just like before they circled slowly, eyes glued to the others chest. The reddening standing out in stark contrast to the paleness of their skin, yet neither pair showed any sag. If anything they looked even larger and firmer. Tifa kept her arms to her side in case the redheaded bitch tried throwing herself at her again. But she needed to stop just reacting and go on the attack. If she could figure out how. For her part Viola’s frustration had skipped past annoyance to full on fury. She’d bragged that she’d have Tifa done in ten minutes tops and though she couldn’t spare the time to check the clock she knew that that time was past. The brunette was a fast learner and the longer this fight dragged on the better Tifa’s chances became. She had to finish her now.

As the circled Viola moved closer slowly egging Tifa on by twisting her left shoulder throwing her breast at her. Tifa hesitated briefly, suspecting a trick, but as they got closer she swung in retaliation their breasts brushing past one another lightly. As Viola expected Tifa swung her other breast expecting Viola to do the same. Instead Viola lunged forward wrapping her arms around Tifa’s body trapping her arms to her side and while their left breasts were compressed Tifa’s right breast was pushed to the side with Viola’s pushing at it’s inside, nipple stabbing mercilessly. Screaming in both pain and anger Tifa squirmed in Viola’s arms as the crowd erupted in a roar of approval. Viola struggled to control the wildly gyrating brunette trying to lift her off her feet. Failing at this she instead began driving her breasts forward while squeezing the smaller woman focusing on pushing her right breast deeper into the side of Tifa’s.

Tifa yelled at pain in her right breast, Viola’s nipple feeling as if it was trying to puncture the orb. She shifted her own shoulders wildly, trying to fight back in any way she could, then she strained her arms, letting the pain fuel the anger she was feeling. Viola responded by squeezing tighter and pushing at Tifa, clearly wanting her back up against the fence again. If that happened Tifa knew it would be over with Viola having all the leverage she would need. She planted her feet pushing back, doing her best to ignore the savage pain in her right boob, straining her arms. Slowly, ever so slowly, she felt Viola’s hands around her back losing their grip as Tifa powered out of the hold. With a scream of frustration Viola’s arms sprang open, but she was not done yet. Faster than Tifa thought the redhead could move she grabbed at Tifa’s shoulders and slammed her chest right back into the opposing pair. Tifa shouted in pain, then slammed back while grabbing at Viola’s shoulder.

Barely a yard if at that from the steel grille both girls used their grips on the others upper biceps to deliver stunningly solid blows to each eithers chest. If she’d still had her wits about her Viola could’ve still tried to force Tifa back, but any sense or reason or strategy had long been lost. All that remained now was burning desire to hurt and conquer. Up in the VIP seats both Dons watched the fight with growing concern. Cerenio more than anything had been on the edge of his seat since Tifa had been on the backfoot from the fight’s beginning, but he’d seen Tifa in action and knew she could take it as well as dish it out. Still, he couldn’t help but stare in rapt attention at the two beauties as they heaved their chests into one another.

Tervin on the other hand been relaxed for the first ten minutes of the fight as Viola controlled Cerenio’s hellcat like she’d boasted when she first came to him with the idea. But now, with the clock ticking past eighteen minutes he recognised the Viola had now lost control of herself, and possibly the fight. He’d only seen her like this twice before and both times had ended badly for all parties involved. That she’d still won had been the only saving grace. He could only hope that she still had enough sense of reason not to break any of the rules. It was still anyone’s game as both women tired, and they began to take longer between slams. There was a brief pause between the two as if preparing for something while the crowd continued to cheer, then both slammed forward again in a blow reminscent of Tifa’s first good hit.

Both Don’s winced as the crack of the blow could be heard up in their seats and the girls lost their grips on one another as they both staggered back, Tifa up against the fence before sliding down while Viola fell back on her ass before collapsing onto her back.

Tifa panted in exhaustion, the pain in her boobs almost indescribable. She’d spotted the challenge in the redhead’s eyes and had committed to one big hit. The pain had been such that she couldn’t even scream and the grille of the cage had actually been a welcome coincidence as it had helped her briefly keep her feet. “But what now?” She thought to herself staring dully over and Viola’s prone form, breasts heaving. Part of her realised that this was a chance to finally put an end to this but she just didn’t have the energy, or even the motivation to move. At least until the redhead moved.

Viola came back to senses with a gasp of pain as she shifted onto her side, cringing at the pain in her tits. She couldn’t remember if she’d ever been hit that hard before, even from women with boobs bigger than this bitch. She groaned as she rose onto her knees and then noticed said bitch sitting with her back to the fence staring at her. Her boobs were so red she imagined it must be almost the same shade as her hair. She could even see a dark bruise where her nipple had clearly played havoc with the brunette’s right tit. As she stared Tifa hefted herself off the fence and began crawling towards her on her hands and knees. Her face expressionless Viola did the same.

Up in the stands Tervin saw this and muttered a silent “Aw hell!”

Slowly the two women crawled towards each other until they were almost within grabbing distance. Viola raised a hand and crooking her fingers like claws, while Tifa merely raised a hand off the mat to wave Viola forward. With twin screams of rage the two woman lunged at one other, Viola’s arms wrapping around Tifa’s neck, grabbing at her long dark hair. Tifa’s arms went under Viola’s before reaching up to grab in turn at Viola’s shirt red locks. Hair pulling had not been one of the forbidden moves, and even if it had no one would’ve moved to end this fight. Not unless they wanted a beating of their own. Once again Tifa was at a disadvantage since Viola had an easy grip on her long hair, while Tifa struggled to maintain a grip on the others short cut. But Tifa came from the mountains of Nibelheim and her fingers were strong from years of climbing Mount Nibel. Unnoticed by either, Tifa’s cat ears, having survived thus far, finally gave up and slipped from Tifa’s head.

Both women’s were hauled back, mouths screaming silently up at the ceiling even as they continued slamming their boobs together. However slowly, but steadily, Tifa began to power her head down. Ignoring the tearing pain in her head she gritted her teeth as she continued to power forward. Suddenly frantic, Viola began tearing Tifa’s hair as she felt herself being both bent and pulled backwards her back complaining at the pressure being put on it. Desperate now she began pulling the hair left and right while violently shaking her body. Tifa however was having none of it and she herself shifted her body back and to the left while also pulling Viola to her. The result was Tifa now lay entirely atop Viola.

She wasn’t there for long though .Still yanking at her opponent’s long, and formerly luxurious, brown hair Viola rolled them over slamming Tifa’s head against the mat briefly, before Tifa arms now wrapped firmly around Viola’s upper body reversed their position.

To the roaring approval of the crowd the two sweating, busty beauties grunted and screamed incoherently at one another rolling back and forth across the cage floor. They had both lost control and the only thought going through their minds was to hurt the one hurting them. Viola gained the top spot momentarily as their roll ended against the cage fence, unable to go any further. “Bitch,” she snarled as she temporarily loosened her grip, raising her upper body before dropping back down. Tifa screamed at the pain. A favorite move of hers Viola repeated it again before Tifa shoved upwards and away from the fence resuming their roll in the opposite direction. Near the centre of the ring Viola again ended up on top and heaved her upper body onto Tifa’s with a loud SPLAT before again being upended. They completed another frenzied circuit of the ring before ending near the northern end of the ring Tifa’s back barely three feet from the grille on their sides. Clearly tired now, their rolls had slowed as the one below worked harder to push the one on top off while the one on top extended more effort to stay there than to try and do damage. Viola had resisted Tifa’s thrusts and though unable to stop being rolled off she stopped Tifa from completing the roll.

Panting heavily both women came back to their senses as the adrenaline from their brawl wore off. Viola disengaged her hands from Tifa’s sweat drenched hair, locking them around her back pumping and shoving with her breasts even as Tifa pumped and shoved back. Both women threw their heads back and screamed giving those as ringside a clear view of their straining boob battle before their heads came back down, faces contorted in agony. Viola almost forced Tifa onto her back only for the sweating brunette to pump back violently, screaming, pushing them back into an even position. Then as if the effort tired her Viola began to give way as Tifa’s massive swollen boobs continued their advance. Shrieking in defiance the redhead also found dregs of what must have been nervous energy as she used her own monsters to bash and shove Tifa back onto their sides. Sobbing and whimpering both beauties continued bashing and beating their seemingly unbeatable boobs into one another.

Around the arena the crowd had almost shouted themselves hoarse and all that could be heard now were individual calls of encouragement from impromptu fans of the two women. Scuffles and fights had broken out among the crowd as some reacted badly to what they viewed as a slight to their chosen girl. The bouncers were earning their keep breaking up the incidents or just throwing up troublemakers. Up above the Dons were on the edge of their seats as the fight began to reach it’s conclusion. Neither wanted to be the one to voice the question of what would happen if neither woman won, a prospect that was looking more and more likely as the two lay in wrapped in a barely moving embrace. 

The clock ticked past twenty three minutes and ten seconds.

“Break you bitch,” Viola thought desperately. She desperately searched for an reserves of energy to try and force Tifa back. As it was she barely had the energy to keep them static. Then the brunette did something strange.

Tifa could barely breathe, or even see through the sweat and tears and ran unimpeded down her face. When she’d fought the “escort” Clara in a hair pulling clothes ripping catfight for the first time she’d thought that was as bad as it could get. an experienced catfighter the auburn haired escort had pushed Tifa to her limits causing her to take a week off to recover despite winning their fight.

But this was worse. There was no strategy now, all she could do was keep squeezing and hope her tits didn’t fail her. Or she could just quit. Even as the thought occurred to her Tifa closed her eyes and shook her head. She wasn’t a quitter, she just needed to do something. Something Viola wouldn’t expect. She opened her eyes and stared hard at the redhead.

Viola felt Tifa squeeze and pump with an unexpected vigor. As if she was putting everything into this attack. Viola responded, drawing on her own dregs as she thrust back fiercely pumping and grinding her breasts back at Tifa. She felt the brunette increase her own effort grinding back painfully. Fearful now, Viola bashed back even harder pushing deeper into Tifa’s titflesh…that suddenly gave. Instead of pushing Tifa now pulled Viola towards her. 

The redhead’s tired mind tried to catch up with the fact that she now had her opponent under her, before Tifa completed the roll. However Tifa’s tired body couldn’t stop her momentum and, eyes wide with sudden fear, she felt the roll continuing. Until her back crashed against the grille. Twisting and squirming frantically Viola kept pushing and thrusting as if trying to push Tifa into the fencing. Tifa dropped her own weighty glands onto Viola from her advantageous position forcing her fully onto her back as the crowd erupted once more. Releasing her grip on Viola Tifa grabbed the redhead’s arms, flailing and gripping before Tifa finally pinned her to the mat.

“Remember this you cunt!” Tifa demanded hoarsely as she lifted her upper body before dropping it onto Viola. The screech was earsplitting. Recognizing the effectiveness of the move Tifa improvised, lifting her entire body before dropping back onto the one below her. She also screamed in pain of their bodies crashing together but Viola writhed in agony. Needing to act Viola succeeded in freeing an arm while Tifa was distracted by the pain and again grabbed at Tifa’s hair.

Screeching as her scalp felt as if it was being torn off the her head Tifa reared back onto her haunches literally pulling Viola up with her. Wrapping her arms around her once again Tifa pulled Viola into a tight tit to tit embrace even as the redhead yanked at her hair. There in that corner of the cage, Viola literally sitting on Tifa’s lap their battle continued. Even the shouts of encouragement had stopped everyone watching in simple, almost aghast, silence at the damage the two women were doing to one another and the sheer guts both were showing. There would never again be a fight like this everyone knew, and those that had snuck in recorders thanked the planet that they’d done so.

Even as she tore out more and dark brown hair Viola realized the futility of the act. There was only one way to end this. She dropped her own arms down over Tifa’s trapping them snugly over their boobs as she clasped her own hands behind the girl’s back. Tifa’s head rose tiredly, two pairs of wet eyes locking. Both nodded in silent agreement. No more tricks. Just a final end to the torture. 

Viola squeezed with what little energy she had left. Though her breasts…no her entire body hurt…she took solace in the soft gasping breathes she heard from Tifa even as she felt increasing wetness on her shoulder and sweat and no doubt tears added to the slickness. Her own whimpers were no doubt hot on the brunette’s shoulder as she blinked sweat and tears of her own out of her eyes. She felt Tifa squeeze again and groaned before automatically returning the favor. It had to end soon…didn’t it?

Viola’s groans tickled her ear even as their drenched bodies continued a never ending battle. How much longer could this go on. How much longer could she go on? Tifa’s entire body was one big hurt with the pain centering on her embattled boobs. No matter what she did the redhead just wouldn’t quit. She sobbed at the thought of the fight continuing much longer.

Out in the crowd things were getting restless. Patrons were shouting for the fight to be stopped while others threatened violence if any such attempt was made. Both Dons were both concerned and worried as even the bouncers were taking sides in the conflict. Which was understandable since they worked alongside one girl or the other. But before either could come up with a plan both heard loud feminine shriek of both loss and horror from below.

Their foreheads resting lightly against one another both women continued desperately to try and force the other to quit. Nipple to nipple, breast to breast they continued to squeeze in their kneeling position, the compression partly from them both relying on the other to keep them up. But then abruptly something gave. It was slow, gradual, unnoticed even by the two involved for a few moments. With the pain the two were in any increase went unnoticed. But then they both felt the soft quiver and one woman felt an intense increase in pain. Both heads dropped as they both took in the sight of the undeniable. One pair of breasts had flattened at the tip and even as they kept looking the flesh quivered and retreated even more in the face of it’s adversary.

“No…” she whispered. Head raised she stared into the, tired, triumphant eyes of her opponent. That the face was as sweat streaked and tear stained and exhausted as her own felt was of no consolation.

She tried to force her breasts back out, tried to use her nipples to cause her opponent pain, but even that was of no consequence. Her opponent squeezed again and while her boobs continued to resist they slowly gave way until the finally collapsed entirely. 

And Viola screamed. In pain, loss and humiliation. As the scream faded the redhead’s grip failed and head lolled back as she passed out.

Tifa got one foot under her, then another, then painfully staggered upright Viola hanging limply in her arms. She stared up at the Don’s briefly before dropping the redhead to the mat. High above, the timer stopped at 31:33. Nudging Viola’s body with her foot, Tifa’s face turned ugly for a moment as she knelt down grabbing ahold of Viola’s bikini straps yanking it down her limp legs. The red bikini joined her top in the crowd before she staggered out of the now open cage into the supporting arms of a couple of bouncers from her club who slipped a robe over her exhausted form before escorting her from the arena. She managed to make it out the door before her legs failed her and she passed out.

She woke up abruptly. Raising her body from the now tepid water she grimaced at the wrinkles in her fingers and toes. Stepping out of the bath she couldn’t help but finish the memory. She’d agreed to remain in the Kitty Cat Club only after Cerenio agreed to double her salary along with the bonus for her victory. If not for the one blemish on her conscience she’d have been almost happy at that time.

Viola. Once calmed down she’d regretted stripping her and tossing her bikini into the crowd. She done nothing worse than any of the others that had thrown down with her in the past and it definetly wasn’t her fault that Cerenio had withheld what type of competition it was to be. So she’d tried to find her. Tifa had made nice with more than a few of the ladies she’d fought with. And Viola had definetly been a learning experience. But she’d never found her, even the girls that had stayed behind when the Pit departed didn’t know where she’d disappeared to. And soon enough Tifa had more things to concern her than trying to find and apologize to one woman.

Word had spread about the…epic…fight in Sector Four and it’s new champion. She had no shortage of challengers, both official and otherwise. Cerenio was raking in the gil until Tifa quit and declared her retirement. She resisted Cerenio’s attempts to entice her to stay and moved to Sector Seven to open the Seventh Heaven bar. A year later she’d discovered that her regulars were members of Avalanche. When Barrett arrived arrived she ignored his blustering attempts at intimidation and asked to join while offering her bar as a headquarters. This arrangement benefited both. Avalanche got an actual base of operations and Tifa got some free security.

Tifa never asked, but considering she’d seen at least one copy of her titfight floating around she was fairly confident that Barret, Wedge or Biggs knew about her past…that Jessie knew she was all but sure with the challenging expressions and comments she let slide in the first couple of months. Barrett had to step in personally more than once or things would’ve gotten physical. The two had come to a kind of peace months later and Tifa considered her a friend…HAD considered her a friend.

Tifa grimaced. Somethings were best left forgotten. The problem, she realised as she wrapped the towel around herself, was in the pudding as the saying went. Scarlet was working for Shinra. Tifa worked for Avalanche

Avalanche was FIGHTING Shinra.

So a round two was pretty much a given. And this time Scarlet would be more prepared. Even though Tifa knew that part of the blonde had been able to match her so well was because she’d been both gassed and hurt from a fall that was all a moot point. And she couldn’t just martial arts her ass, they’d both made this about their breasts and before any other avenues could be explored that one had to be settled, and conclusively. So it wouldn’t hurt to get some practice in. It wasn’t exactly something you could do by yourself or find a master to train under…

Yuffie?

Tifa laughed at the thought. Yuffie was gutsy, but a bit underdeveloped. Okay, VERY underdeveloped. Even had she still been with them this wasn’t something she could see herself asking Aerith’s help in. 

Shera? Too much like Aerith Tifa decided though she had to admit the female scientist had a deceptively large rack. It was something women learned to pick up on though it was easy to over or underestimate. More importantly Shera tended to share everything with Cid and the LAST thing she needed Cid learning about this.

“What was that place Cloud talked about?” she thought, tapping a wrinkled fingertip to her chin. “The Honey Bee Inn?”

After she found Cloud, maybe she’d look into that…

Part 3
An Old Friend

“You’ve been distracted.”

“I’m distracted?” Scarlet looked up from where she lounged on Rufus’s couch. “Says the one working while there’s a naked woman in his room.”

“I said you’ve BEEN distracted,” Rufus corrected her. “You know how I hate repeating myself.”

“I was trying to lighten the mood,” she replied, getting off the seat and swaying over to younger lover’s shirtless form. “Things’ve been so busy we hardly get time together anymore.”

“I’d say you’ve been as guilty, joining your troopers in scouring the lower areas for signs of Avalanche ever since we got back to Midgar,” Rufus rotated his seat to stare up at Scarlet’s lush form. “Two questions, one, why would they return to MY city after stealing MY airship and two…would this have anything to do with the missing data on the cannon security tapes?”

He smiled coldly at Scarlet’s silence. “My father used to say that humiliation built character, right before sending me off to build said character. Nonetheless he was correct. Our funding of Avalanche has bought us closer to our goal than even my generous estimate provided for. Is whatever happened in the missing twenty odd minutes after you and that Tifa girl started hitting one another worth risking everything we’ve gained?”

“We risk nothing,” she replied hurriedly. “They still have friends and family here and we still need leverage over Ti…Avalanche to ensure their behavior until our plans are complete.”

Rufus kept his gaze steady. He hadn’t missed the slip and it only confirmed his suspicions that something had happened on the Sister Ray, something that Scarlet was more than willing to kill to keep secret if the missing couriers were any indication. And she knew better than to lie to him. Keep things hidden he expected, she was a woman after all, but never outright lie. Despite his better judgement he was…fond…of her ever since they’d begun planning their takeover. That she was exceptional in bed was an added bonus. He weighed the pros and cons in his mind and let them argue among themselves as Scarlet shifted from foot to foot, the swaying motion of her heavy breasts deliciously distracting. Also distracting was fantasizing over what she’d edited. Decision made he rose to his feet.

“Very well then, I’ll trust in your judgement…for now.” He stopped in front of her, right hand gently kneading the firm flesh of her breast while the thumb flicked at the nipple. He smiled again at her moans of approval. “A bit of insurance is always an acceptable risk.”

“Are…you…done?” She panted, her own hands working furiously at the belt of his pants. The pants came and she stared in what could only be described as hunger at the tent in his briefs.

“Done…we’ve only just begun,” Rufus replied as he guided a willing Scarlet to his bedroom.

Scarlet woke up alone the next morning. Alone and deliciously sore. This was nothing new as Rufus was anything but gentle in bed. It took her only five minutes to clean up and leave Rufus’s room via their personal elevator. Neither actually cared if rumors circulated but appearances were important.

Which was why, after reading the message she found in her office she merely picked up her pace as she walked to the garage despite a desire to run regardless of how silly it’d look in her heels. Her driver already had the engine running after getting word and fully aware of his boss’s impatience, took off as soon as she was seated knowing directions would come when she was ready.

“Sector 2.” she said.

“Mr. Vizad, aged 32, occupation wholesaler.” Scarlet ticked off as she sat cross legged across from a very nervous Aaron Vizad in his small kitchen. He had no idea what was going on or why he was receiving a visit from a Shinra exec while troopers filled his front yard. This would have tongues wagging. “You done well for someone who started as a simple courier back in Sector Four.”

“How did you…”

“That does not concern you. What should concern you would be what your customers will think the longer I keep my men in your front yard.” Scarlet paused for effect. “Now where is the tape?”

“Tape?” Aaron repeated, confused for a moment. Then his face paled as realisation hit. “What tape? I don’t…”

“Lie to me and I’ll have my escort look for it themselves,” Scarlet snapped. “And I can’t promise they’ll be anle ot avoid breakages. You were lucky to survive to plate collapse a year ago and even luckier to move up like you did…”

Scarlet rose off her seat to lean over at her victim, “Think lady luck’ll come through for you a third time?”

The view he was getting was the farthest thing from Aaron’s mind. She was right on pretty much every account. He had felt lucky and more importantly the tape wasn’t the only thing he’d scavenged from the rubble of his employer’s mansion. All stashed away, untouched, in case of emergency as the tape proved to be his golden egg. No one had ever been able to figure out how to burn it and his was probably one of the last remaining copies. Which meant he charged top gil for viewings…and there were plenty who wanted to view. But even knowing that, the last thing he wanted was to be on Shinra’s shit list. He nodded his submission.

“Very good,” Scarlet smiled. “I knew you’d make the right choice.”

Back in her office, Scarlet sat back in her chair as tape ended. She’d hit pause as whoever operate the camera had focused on Tifa as she was escorted from the arena. So the little cunt had known what she was doing and played Scarlet like a fiddle. Her nails drummed on the hardwood desk as she considered her options. She’d already sent out word to locate this Viola woman and bring her to the tower. However odds were high she had changed her name or her appearance. So she also sent word to locate Don Tervin and do the same.

Picking up the remote she rewound back to around the halfway mark before resuming. This Viola had been pretty much dominating Tifa throughout the fight despite the hits the brunette got in clearly shaking the redhead. She had to admit she was fascinated by the concept. Her dealings with the various ganglords, royalties, Dons or whatever titles the guttertrash of the slums gave themselves had occasionally taken her to pretty seedy locations but this was something new. Her accepting Tifa’s challenge had been a spur of the moment thing and, ironically, just like the Tifa in the tape she hadn’t known what to expect or what she was getting into. The idea that there was an actual market…or even participants for this intrigued her.

But was it really that surprising Scarlet pondered, pausing the action again before moving over to an office window and staring at her reflection. Her reaction to Tifa’s disparaging remarks about her chest had been instant and without thought. What had the announcer called them…a woman’s pride and joy? She loosened the buttons of her blouse, her breasts spilling out of their confines. Well that was certainly correct from where she stood. In the days following their return to Midgar Scarlet’d found her eyes unconsciously drawn to the chests of many female employees wandering around the building, judging whether or not they were a…threat. Even judging whether or not one or the other would defeat the other. Shifting her boobs around she buttoned back her blouse just as there was a knock at her door.

“Come.”

“Ms. Scarlet,” her secretary bowed on entry. A busty blonde herself, she was one Scarlet had given a mental Moderate threat level, and a fair chance against any other woman in the building, except her of course. “Seargent Kole is requesting permission to escort a Mr. Tervin to your office.”

“Permission granted,” Scarlet moved back to her desk. By the time Tervin was ushered into her office she was reclining comfortably in her chair as her was pushed, not to roughly to stand before the one opposite her.

“Don Tervin,” she greeted him, while waving the seargent out. “A pleasure to finally meet you.”

“That makes one of us,” the heavily built man replied. Now that Scarlet could get a good look at him she had to admit he was quite easy on the eyes, the hint of grey in his air lending him an air of sophistication she was unused to. The slight bruises on his face made it clear that he hadn’t come entirely willingly. “What does Shinra want with a barely making ends meet chef?”

“Please, take a seat,” she gestured to the chair, sniffing pointedly. “I just have a few questions for you before you can return to your…fish restaurant was it?”

“Sushi,” he said stiffly. “And I’ll stand if you don’t mind.”

“if that’s what you want,” she answered toying with the remote with one hand as she rose to her feet and sauntered around the desk the other resting on desk’s vid screen. “Though I think you’d need a seat after this.”

She clicked resume as her movement turned the screen to face the former Don. His eyes widened at the sight of Tifa and Viola, arms on each other’s biceps smash each others chest twice before knocking each other back. She kept the volume low since her office wasn’t soundproofed, but from the look on Tervin’s face he didn’t need to hear to know what was going on in front of him. “What do you want?” he whispered, sinking into the seat eyes glued to the screen as the two women got to their hands and knees crawling towards one another.

“This woman,” she tapped the screen, intrigued by his reaction. “This…Viola, I…we are looking for her. I’m thinking you know where she is.”

“Why would you think…that,” he asked, cringing slightly at the screams that could be heard over the cheering crowd as the two women rolled across the mat. “She cost me everything. I had no use for a stupid bitch that couldn’t handle an amateur.”

“Your actions speak differently,” she replied resting against the edge of her desk legs crossed. His head jerked up. “I have your dossier, you were quite popular for a Don. You looked after your girls and, despite what you made them do, they were quite fond of you.”

“While looking for Viola we came across more than one of your former entertainers,” she continued, pausing the screen at the moment Tifa and Viola rested on their sides, heads thrown back, screaming. “They all had similar stories of generous “gifts” they received after you were forced out of Sector Four. The don had a heart, they all said. I can’t imagine someone like that just abandoning this girl who gave everything to try and please him.”

She gestured back at the paused screen, at the agonized expression on Viola’s face as she fought desperately against her opponent, their arms wrapped around one another. Scarlet’s finger hovered over the resume button.

“Don’t…” he pleaded holding out a hand and taking a deep breathe. “What do you want with her?”

“Her, nothing,” Scarlet lied smoothly. She shifted her finger to Tifa’s face. “But we believe she might have information that could lead us to the other woman onscreen.”

“TIFA?” Tervin surged from his seat and Scarlet involuntarily recoiled, legs uncrossing as she slid into a fully seated position. “That bitch! Why would Viola have anything to do with her?”

“It’s an ongoing investigation and her name popped up,” Scarlet said her face expressionless though her heart was hammering in her chest. This was not a reaction she expected. She decided to give a variation of the truth. “With her help we might be able to locate if not apprehend Tifa and more.”

A cruel smile crossed Tervin’s face. “Good. Viola was just doing her job, she didn’t deserve the humiliation she received from that fucking bitch.” He snatched up a piece of paper and pen from Scarlet’s desk. She frowned at his forwardness but said nothing as he scribbled away.

“She’s at the Honey Bee Inn. Use my name and ask for Andrea Rhodea. Show him this and he will give you no trouble,” He thrust the paper at Scarlet’s hands. He nodded at the screen. “She doesn’t perform often but I’ve heard she’s on the itinerary for tonight. You’d better leave early since she always draws a crowd.”

Scarlet scowled as she maneuvered her way through Wall Market. No wonder this woman had managed to evade her squads. Sector Six had been declared off limits by the former president Shinra as a way to allow those down below to have a way to blow off steam without worrying about getting picked up. Rufus maintained the status quo despite the brief surge of Shinra troops while Avalanche still operated within Midgar. Of course he did let slip the fact that Don Corneo would not be returning anytime soon and encouraged the Trio, his three lieutentants, that maintaining the status quo was in everyone’s best interest.

She had never met Andrea Rhodea but remembered the name as one of those lackeys. Even before she made out the flashing neon sign of the Honeybee Inn she’d noticed the buildup of pedestrians heading in it’s direction. She paused for a moment pulling a compact from her tight jeans to touch up her makeup. She had to admit she looked good in a ponytail, and with the proper application of her personal brand of makeup she looked in her late twenties, so at least ten years younger. By the time the night was over all anyone would remember was the hot ponytail blonde in tights and a crop top. Done, she snapped it shut and proceeded with an imperious step that had people make way without either realizing it or why. When she reached the line proper she made her way up it’s side ignoring the angry looks and shouts. But she could not ignore the pair of bouncers that blocked the entrance.

“Back of the line, babe.”

“I’m here to see Andrea,” she stated, holding out paper she’d been given. The bouncer who’s spoken to her, a big boy who bore a passing resemblance to Rude studied what was written on it then stared at Scarlet as if she was a bug to be squashed. She sighed, “Tell him Tervin sent me.”

That got a reaction as the first bouncer whispered something to his compatriot. Whatever was said the other quickly turned and ran back inside while the other stepped aside, gesturing her past. Ignoring the noise at her back Scarlet strutted past the doors resolving to have a few of her men keep an eye on Tervin. It might prove beneficial to keep tabs on him.

She was intercepted by a pair of busty brunettes scantily clad in bee costumes that either made it difficult to know where to look, or obvious where toy WERE supposed to. The two bore enough of a resemblance to clearly be sisters as she passed the reception desk following the path laid out for the guests that made their way in. She could see more rooms that were clearly out of use tonight. “Or currently in use,” she thought to herself with a small smirk. 

“Please follow us,” the shorter brunette said, a smile on her face that didn’t reach her eyes. Scarlet was familiar enough with such expressions that it didn’t bother her. What did however how the almost contemptuous once over the taller woman gave her. Almost eye to eye with her and blessed with a wasp’s waist she didn’t bother hiding her disdain as she merely crossed her arms across her own ample chest, staring at Scarlet almost challengingly. 

“Lead on,” Scarlet said, swallowing down her irritation, breaking eye contact with the second woman as she walked past. The brunette however kept pace and made it a point to walk side by side with the blonde, eyes still staring until  Scarlet returned the look Maintaining contact out of the corners of their eyes while shoulders and elbows rubbed against one another in the tight corridor until they reached a series of steps. Increasing her pace she positioned herself directly between the two sisters. She made sure to give her hips plenty of swing as they ascended before coming out into an open balcony area to the sound of loud cheers and laughter.

“Andy!” she heard the first girl squeal wriggling her way over to stand before a, what she could only describe as, flamboyantly dressed man lounging on a couch overlooking the show floor and stage. His shirt was opened in a deep V from his neck down the navel with straps that appeared almost like webbing across his chest. The collar was raised high and fluffy in appearance. He rose off the seat even as the second girl shoved past Scarlet with a furious look running up to join her sibling. Scarlet had to admit the tall man had a king, flanked on either side by a pair of clearly adoring women in ridiculous costumes. Or should it be queen she mused, considering the theme of the place.

“Madam,” he greeted her, voice rich and deep. “You bring me greetings from my close friend and a request for aid. Tell, me how is dear Tervin doing.”

“A bit worse for wear,” she answered. “Still complains about barely making ends meet with his sushi place.”

“Ah, that sounds like him,” Andrea laughed with genuine mirth. He slowly circled Scarlet eyes flowing over her body. “Dear, dear Tervin. Too proud to ask for help, but ever willing abase himself for others. Truly a man among men.”

“Yes,” Scarlet agreed, irritated. She could see the jealousy in the eyes of both brunettes as Rhodea continued his examination and while it amused her she hadn’t come to be stared at or to hear praises sung of the former Don. “I trust the note explained what I needed.”

‘You wish to talk with one of my darlings. A simple enough request to grant,” he answered. Then gestured to a second couch. “However I must ask your patience. Dear Viola is currently engaged and once started an event cannot be stopped until a resolution. This one in particular is of a personal matter so I doubt I could stop it even if I so desired.”

Curious now, Scarlet realised that he had been standing directly in her line of sight with the stage, as he spun and returned to his seat the possessive, giggling, siblings joining him she got her first good view of what this “event” was. Two topless women, their hands firmly in each other’s hair stood rigid, ankle deep  in a large pool filled with mud. She only recognised Viola from her hair color since, as she’d correctly assumed back in her office, she had changed considerably in the years since the tape was first made. Her formerly short cut was now shoulder length and though possibly curled at the ends, thought it was hard to be certain with the mud from the fingers tugging at it. While not noticeably taller she was definetly more trim which made her larger bust size more noticeable. Her opponent was shorter by at least a head with twin ponytails that for some reason she’d had colored a horrendous pink, though she was probably regretting her fashion choice as Viola had a handful of either tail and tugging enthusiastically. She was also impressively top heavy despite an incredibly slim build for her small body.

“Here,” she heard Andrea say, as he handed her a pair of opera glasses. “It is important to maintain appearances, but this position can make viewing difficult.”

Nodding her thanks she got her first close look at the action. Up close it was easier to spot the differences. Twin tails short, slim body made her chest stand out even more up close. Viola had definetly lost much of the softness from the tape and she could detect slight musculature.  During her examination, Viola, clearly tired of the lack or effect the hair pulling was having, shifted her hands to Pink’s globes, her long fingers digging into the flesh. Twin tail shouted at this yanking Viola’s hair forward and down, causing her drop face first in the mud as her grip slipped. 

“You said this was personal,” Scarlet asked, watching as Viola’s opponent dropped to her knees and began banging her head into the mud. “What did you mean?”

“Oh Shirley there had been making life difficult for a few of the newer girls that Viola was in charge of.” he replied, raising a clenched fist as Viola tossed mud into the face of the one called Shirley, allowing her to escape. “I offered to discipline her personally, but Viola chose to handle matters herself. She is quite protective.”

“Sounds to me she just enjoys a brawl,” Scarlet muttered to herself. Both women had wiped the mud from their eyes and were scrabbling at each other’s chest and upper bodies, but slapping hands and the mud made grips slippery and hard to maintain. “What does she do around here exactly?”

“Fitness and self defense for my little darlings,” Rhodea replied, pinching the cheeks of one of the gigglers on his elbow. Scarlet wanted to gag. “She’s also one of our biggest draws. It was before my time but I understand she had been in what’s considered the greatest catfights Midgar has ever seen. So my customers know they’re in for a show when she’s involved.”

Scarlet perked up at that but kept her peace. Back on the stage the women had locked up, one hand around the other’s neck while the other hand grabbed at a breast. Scarlet noticed that Viola had eschewed the breast itself instead using her thumb and forefinger to pinch and twist at the nipple while Shirley had wrapped her hand as best she could around the entire breast, fingers squeezing deep. Both women’s faces were contorted in agony so it was difficult to tell which was more effective.

“I find myself fortunate to not meet just one, but both famous beauties of that incident,” he continued, gaining Scarlet’s full attention. “Viola was not pleased to hear that young Lockhart had passed through the Sector without her knowledge. But I have to admit I found her and her friends quite charming. Especially the young man travelling with them.”

“Is that so?” She kept her voice bored and uninterested. “Was this a recent occurrence?”

“Oh no, it was around when the plate fell in Sector Seven, terrible event.” He answered shaking his head as Shirley, either weakened or lost her balance, was the one to falter and get dumped face first into the mud as both women lost their holds. Viola however wasn’t done and she quickly mounted the pink haired twin tail, embracing her from behind. Her hands found their targets and latched on tight. They heard Shirley’s shriek from up in their seats. “I ran into them in my brother’s gym. She is incredibly athletic for one so young.”

Viola hung on like leech as Shirley thrashed over and over in the mud desperately pulling at Viola’s hands even as they crushed, squeezed and yanked her massive orbs into painful contortions. When this failed she reared up abruptly throwing herself backwards. Viola however had released her grip rolling clear in the mud even as Shirley crashed onto her back. Taking charge Viola again lunged forward, blinking the mud out of her eyes, to once again grab handfuls of titflesh. Now, however, her own orbs were hanging heavily over Shirley’s face who quickly latched on in turn.

“Are you not worried about your…darlings…getting hurt in events like this?” Scarlet was quite stunned by the sheer viciousness the two women were displaying. If either had nails of any kind there would certainly be at least temporary injuries with how savagely the two were mauling each other. She honestly couldn’t tell if Viola had the advantage since she had Shirley supine as squashed and crushed and squeezed, or if Shirley did with the with how Viola’s dangling breasts being easy targets for pinching and grabbing and slams.

“These events are not commonplace. My darlings are normally well behaved.” he answered patting the shorter sibling sitting in his lap as the pair kept their gazes fixed on the stage. “but sometimes discipline needs to be enforced and I’m am too kind an employer sometimes to do what needs to be done. And there are rules in place of what they can and can’t do.”

Scarlet noticed the taller brunette staring at her as Andrea spoke. With slow deliberate movements, her eyes as boring into Scarlet’s, she gently pulled down one her left bikini cup freeing a boob that made clear that the outfit was at last two sizes too small. Fondling at the exposed tit that barely fit in her hand she lifted it before, not breaking eye contact, lowering her head to flick a pink tongue at the dark nipple which she then angled pointing in challenge at Scarlet. “So that’s your game is it bitch?” Not breaking eye contact, Scarlet held her pair of glasses left handed as she pushed her right breast up to spill out of the confines of her top, bouncing at it’s freedom. Scarlet ran a hand over and around the glorious orb before pulling it upwards to suck the pink nipple into her mouth, in the manner that so turned on Rufus. Smiling condescendingly at her opponent she gave it a couple of bounces before replacing it back into it’s confines. The brunette, a look of consternation and anger on her own face quickly pulled the cup back into place as Scarlet returned her attention to the match on the stage.

Somehow, probably during her little exhibition with the brunette, Shirley had reversed their positions now kneeling while Viola lay before her. But now sweat was mixing with the mud and despite the ample grabbing surface both were having difficulty maintaining grips. Whether it was Shirley who dropped, or Viola that pulled, Scarlet blinked and missed who it was but both women cried out as Shirley fell heavily on top of Viola. Both reacted quickly and naturally as arms wrapped around the other’s upper body trapping one another in a reverse bearhug position. Viola wasted no time rolling Shirley under her before, even as Scarlet thought it, raising her body to drop her breasts heavily onto Shirley’s. If Scarlet had had any doubt that this was who she was looking for they were dashed in that moment. It was the same move she’d used on Tifa. She did this twice before other woman reversed their position…or did she.

Scarlet narrowed her eyes as the fight continued. While both women rolled briskly back and forth in the mud the flexing of Viola’s body seemed to be more of continuing the roll rather than trying to stop it, while Shirley’s gasping face when she was on top seemed almost desperate as neither woman appeared to be able to take control. And then Scarlet knew.

Viola was prolonging the rolling brawl…she was certain. She was firmly in control and now just humiliating her pink haired, twin tailed, rival who was barely thrusting back and appeared to be just riding out the fight while Viola had her choice of position. She was making a point Scarlet decided, and as if deciding the point was made, Viola ended a roll and pushed herself off of Shirley and onto her knees. As the other girl tried to rise, the muddy red head pushed her down roughly, trapping Shirley’s arms under her legs before once again grabbing at her boobs. Shirley writhed desperately as Viola’s hands mangled her tits, arcing her back and kicking out her legs frantically as she tried to escape. Though the smaller woman’s motions made it difficult for the red head to maintain her grip it was more than enough as Shirley screeched out her surrender, sobbing out what sounded like an apology and begging for Viola to stop. Obliging, Viola released her grip getting wearily to her feet while Shirley lay on her back in the mud, one arm across her face, as her body shook with sobs of pain and humiliation. Viola however wasn’t done, as she placed a foot firmly onto Shirley’s rack striking a pose and giving her boobs a shake for the cheering crowd.

Removing her foot, Viola raised a victorious fist as she stepped gingerly out of the pool wiping at the mud covering her body. Waving at the frenzied fans she gave her body a final sexy shake before disappearing behind the curtain. As soon as she was gone Shirley crawled out herself to a few scattered cheers of her own, though a few jeers followed, as she quickly ducked behind the curtain herself. Placing the glasses down carefully Scarlet lay back in the couch. “So what happens now?” 

“Now? Shirley will recover a little older, and much wiser,” Rhodea replied. “Viola will go back to making sure my darlings are kept fit and beautiful until the next comes to challenge her.”

He rose to his feet offering a hand to help her off the couch. Coming to her feet she found herself face to chest and felt a bit put out, wondering how she’d missed how tall he was, not missing the glares from both brunettes this time. “I must leave you now as I take part in the next act of the night. But Victoria will guide you to Viola’s room.”

“But Andy,” It had to be the bitch, Scarlet thought to herself sourly. “I wanted to go with you. Can’t…”

“Now now, sweetie. One must always attend to one’s guest, especially one as important as this.” He patted her cheek even as Scarlet gave her a bitchy smile. “Besides, it would help for her to know where the dressing rooms are. She might end up sharing a stage with you one day.”

Scarlet’s blood turned to ice. The son of a bitch had seen when she and his slut had to their little show. And she knew too if her expression was any indication. He smiled at their horror and discomfort moving towards the staircase. Recovering, the brunette scowled, spinning on her step and lightly moving down the stairs. Scarlet moved quickly to follow.

Viola, wrapped in a soft towel, sat in a soft plush chair as she gingerly applied a salve to her sore breasts. She felt sorry for the cleaning staff after the condition she’d left the shower in but other than that she felt satisfaction at how tonight had gone. Shirley had been tough, but like Viola had suspected she lacked staying power. She could’ve ended to fight earlier, but she still had a reputation to maintain…and Shirley needed to be reminded who was in charge. After tonight they’d give her and her girls a wide berth…until some other bitch got too full of herself. 

Even as she thought that she heard voices in the hall. Loud voices. 

Loud and angry and shrill voices. She recognised Victoria’s voice, but not the other. Curious now she rose, pulling her towel tighter, and moved to her door. One of her duties was making sure the girls didn’t get TOO physical…unless it was being paid for or, unofficially, in the gym after hours. A little hairpulling, a few slaps here and there, kept the girls competitive nature in check. But out and out brawling was not allowed. And Victoria was known for having a temper hot enough that she’d had to step in on multiple occasions. Now she was standing in the corridor jabbing a finger into a stacked blonde who showed no indication of backing down while poking a finger of her own at the brunette. Viola stepped into the corridor and cleared her throat even as Victoria grabbed the blonde’s top dragging her in almost nose to nose. 

“Ladies, if you want to do this you’ll have to wait for the next event schedule,” she said as the two sprang apart. She glanced as the blonde. “And you are…?”

“Someone who’s been looking forward to meeting you,” she replied. She gave a sneer in Victoria’s direction before moving towards her. “I’d like to have a chat…in private.”

Viola gave the blonde a once over. She was in decent shape with little excess fat, even in the areas where it’d be appreciated. Except for the chest region. She had a rack that would match most of the girls Viola knew, despite the outfit. Wondering if she was already due another event she nodded at Victoria, “I got this Vicky.”

“Okay, Vi…,” she gave the blonde a nasty smile. “Be seeing you around.”

“Oh most definetly,” the blonde replied. Viola sighed, massaging her temples. If it wasn’t one thing it was another. Back in her room she ducked behind the wardrobe. 

“Now…what is this all about?” She asked. “Some sister, cousin, best friend or girlfriend I’ve tackled or offended in some way?”

“I’ve been looking for you because we share an acquaintance,” she answered. “A certain woman that we could generously say is responsible for your current situation.”

Viola froze in the process of snapping on a bra. Slowly she maneuvered herself back into the room proper. She did not bother putting on anything else she didn’t want ripped or damaged. “And what is this…woman…to you exactly?” She was tense. Blondie’s answer would determine what happened next.

“The same as you, I’d imagine,” realising Viola’s intention the blonde rose smoothly to her feet, legs spread. “She humiliated me and I aim to see that she suffers in turn.”

“So that’s what it is,” Viola said softly to herself. Ignoring the blonde’s impatient expression she walked slowly around her, examining closely. She paused in front of Scarlet’s face staring, before raising a finger to smudge at the make up, ignoring the outraged expression. “I thought I’d recognised you. That makeup is good at a distance but when you get close you can tell the difference…Scarlet.”

“Then why didn’t the others…” Scarlet started.

“No one really watches the screens here, for obvious reasons.” She replied, moving back a step. “Only reason I could tell was cause you started appearing on those emergency broadcasts with…Tifa and her friends. Aren’t you a bit old to want to tangle with someone like Tifa…or Victoria?”

Scarlet’s eyes went icy at this remark. She stalked up to Viola to stand with her eye to eye, chest to chest. Her words were soft, her voice gentle, but the implication behind them were anything but. “You disparage my age again,” she said shoving her breasts at Viola. “And you’ll find out just how willing I am to…tangle.”

For a long minute the two stood facing off, hands on hips, pushing their boobs at one another, eyes unblinking as two considerable wills clashed seeking to dominate the other. Scarlet’s age had always been a touchy subject to her, the closer she neared forty, and her temper was already frayed after having to deal with Victoria. She wasn’t about back down now and bashed her tits at Viola’s larger pair letting her know as much. 

For her part Viola recognized that Scarlet would not be cowed and her eyes narrowed as the blonde shoved her tits at her own with enough force to make her foot to slide back slightly. Frowning she bashed back compressing their boobs even more, despite the dull thudding pain from earlier. Sore boobs or not, Viola was certain she could take Scarlet, though doing so in her own room was something she’d rather avoid. She was pretty sure she could pass off the no fighting rule with the fact that Scarlet did not work there. Staring into the blonde’s blue eyes she saw the rage there, and something else.

Eagerness. She WANTED to throw down tit to tit with her. Then realisation hit.

“So that’s how she beat you,” she said softly. At Scarlet’s suddenly confused expression Viola stepped back and with a flick of her hands, flipped the blonde’s boobs out of her top. Scarlet didn’t flinch, but stood unabashed as her tits rolled and bounced before settling high and proud on her chest. “If you’ve come looking for me then you know my history. What makes you think I could help you after she beat me?”

“Because she DIDN’T beat THESE!” Scarlet said giving her boobs a shake. ‘We were…interrupted…before we could continue our fight. And I’ve also seen the tape of your fight. You could’ve handled Tifa but you hesitated. Why?”

“Is that what is looked like?” Viola asked, and almost amused expression on her face as she sat down. “My original plan was to get her to disqualify herself but Tifa wouldn’t cooperate. And there’s something else you need to understand.”

“Tifa came to Sector Four as an amateur. The first time people took notice of her was when she got into a fight with a local whore.” Viola started. “It was short, but vicious. When she won the girl’s pimp showed up and tried to bully Tifa into paying damages. She kicked his ass and the enforcer he brought along. She could’ve handled the whore no problem, but she chose to meet her on her own level. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“That she can handled herself? Everyone knows that.”

“No…”Viola sighed. “Every time Tifa got into a fight she fought by the rules of the street instead of using whatever those martial arts moves she has. However she had a temper and occasionally lashed out if it boiled over. This is what I hoped to take advantage of. Instead she fought me on my terms and matched me move for move.”

“But why’d you quit?” Scarlet asked as Viola smiled slightly at the last bit. “From what I could see the two of you looked even. So why…”

“She squashed me. Squashed me flat. At the end of the day her tits were just bigger, bet…stronger.” Viola laughed bitterly. “By the time I came back to my senses I was naked and pictures were already circulating, despite Tervin’s best efforts.”

“Funny you should mention that,” Scarlet replied. “He was the one that put me onto you. He was still quite upset about that detail and I quote…Viola was just doing her job, she didn’t deserve being humiliated by that bitch…end quote.”

“He always was a sweetheart,” Viola smiled. “But I can’t help you find Lockhart. You know how hard it is to keep fifty women under one roof from killing each other?”

“How about fifty-one?” Scarlet asked. At Viola’s raised eyebrow. She continued. “I’m not going to be caught dead in one of those bee outfits but I’m going to have a chat with Mr. Rhodea. I think you and I are going to have a lot to talk about…and a lot of work to do.”

“And I would agree to all this…why?”

“Because like me, you can’t accept being second best.” Scarlet pointed out. “You could let Rhodea handle the girls that step out of line but you choose to handle it personally. You like to fight, to prove your superiority, to prove you’re the best.”

Viola remained silent at this eyes studying Scarlet closely. “Assuming you’re correct, and I’m not saying you are, you still haven’t convinced me why I would agree.”

“Because I heard of your reaction to Tifa appearing in the this Sector,” Scarlet said, triumphantly. “You want a rematch as much as I do. And I can provide the means to track her down and either get us to her or bring her to us.”

Viola had to admit it was all very tempting…but there was still just one more matter. “You’re right, being second best does not appeal to me. But assuming Tifa becomes a non issue you and I will have to settle up, won’t we.”

“Looking far ahead aren’t we,” Scarlet smiled coldly as she held out a hand. “Do we have an accord?”

“We have a deal,” Viola accepted Scarlet’s proffered hand smiling, fingers closing around tight. Smiles became strained as both women locked eyes again, taking each other’s measure one last time. Coming to their conclusion, both gingerly released their grips. “I’ll meet you back upstairs once I’ve had a chance to throw on some clothes.”

Scarlet nodded and headed out closing the door carefully behind her. Viola’s expression changed, becoming thoughtful as she considered what had just happened. The idea of someone of Scarlet’s pedigree actually getting into a titfight would be downright laughable if she hadn’t heard it from the horse’s mouth. That and she was all to familiar with women of Scarlet’s stripe. She’d seen how Scarlet had been more than ready to get into it with Vicky, and personally experienced how she reacted to perceived personal slights. Hot blooded and vindictive.

She wondered how Scarlet would react if she knew Viola had lied to her twice during their conversation. She knew exactly where Tifa was…or had been, since it had been a couple of days. Word along the grapevine had her involved in some incident in Gold Saucer. The other lie…Scarlet would never have believed her anyway and as far as she was concerned the end result was the same.

Viola sighed. Things were going to be interesting around here at the very least she thought to herself, slipping on a short black dress. Stepping into the hallway she crossed paths with a still subdued Shirley who was being comforted by a tall tanned woman with purple colored hair. Squeezing past she could feel both women’s eyes on her back and the image of Scarlet and Vicky popped back in her head. Forget Tifa…Scarlet had already got herself on the shit list on one half of Andrea’s current favorites. Less volatile than her sister, Liza was the more dangerous of the two as far as Viola was concerned. Call it a feeling but she was the only girl in the Honey Bee that Viola was not eager to tangle with. And Scarlet might not get that choice.

Oh yes…she thought as a smile grew on her face in anticipation. Things were going to get very interesting around here. 

Far across the sea at Gold Saucer Tifa sneezed violently, head raising off the soft pillow of the comfortable bed they’d be afforded as compensation.

“Someone must be talking about you,” Yuffie remarked, looking up from the magazine she was leafing through.

Rolling her eyes, Tifa re-applied the ice packs that’d slipped off back onto her chest and grumbled. “I need less people talking about me right now…not more.”

To Be Continued in Chapter 4! Click Here to Keep Reading!

Want to Discuss this Chat-Log?
Head Over to the Forum to Give Your Take!

Thank you for reading! For more of Gradius’ Stories: Click Here!