Resolution
<Midgar – six years later>

Much had changed in the world since Meteorfall. Some good, some bad. Meteor and Midgar’s destruction. The geostigma disease that drove Cloud into avoiding those dearest to him. The near return of Sephiroth, and the final battle against the Shinra remnants of Deepground.

However, the Planet still bore humanity a grudge seemed determined to vomit up as much shit at those that had survived Meteor. Life was difficult after the banning of Mako as a convenient energy source to the point that for those first years it was rare to go a few days without a suicide. Coal production struggled to keep up with demand as mines were forced to go deep to find veins worth the effort. Cave ins became an almost daily occurance.

The Geostigma, or Midgar Pox as it was called in the early days, proved particularly devastating as the disease destroyed what little social cohesion remained with everyone regarding each other with fearful suspicion. Even after it was cured by Aerith’s rain the wounds left by people’s actions would take time to heal. The World Regenesis Organization, WRO, worked to assist in the process and accomplished it’s goal…though not in the way intended.

Deepground’s activities united much of the populace and the ensuing battle saw the destruction of the final tendril of the Shinra Organization and the defeat of the Omega Weapon. Several days after the creature’s defeat at the hands of Vincent a cloudburst erupted, with those that witnessed it claiming the water to be almost glowing with a whiteish green light. In the weeks following those with some form of sickness or another miraculously recovered. Stunted crops grew tall and green. The run off exposed rich veins of coal that drew many towards Edge and New Corel and, most importantly, birth rates which had been declining almost to stagnation surged.

<Edge>

“So how’re you doing?”

Cloud considered the question as he bounced Melphie on his knee, the baby gurgling in delight at the attention. Yuffie stood to the side in an outfit reminiscent on her old battlesuit watching, smiling as she did so. “It feels weird to say it, but things’ve been going well the last couple of months.”

“Sorry to have to dump this one you. But we really needed that equipment if Barret’s going to survey the canyons.” Yuffie leaned over the small playpen as Brian gnawed on a toy figure while Jessie napped in a far corner. Ruffling Brian’s hair she moved over to where Cloud sat. “Most of what he said was gibberish to me, but the general gist was that if this pans out Wutai should get it’s power back ahead of time.”

“I don’t mind, but Billy Bob said it’s going to take a few days to get it all together.” Cloud replied as Yuffie reached for Melphie. Shifting her shoulder she freed the left side of her upper body and held the girl to her breast. “She’s grown like a weed since my last visit. Joslyn’s been missing you and said to say that it’s boring without her favorite sparring partner.”

“Didn’t she just lose to Tifa again,” Yuffie laughed, then felt her temperature rise as Cloud rose from his seat and leaned over to stroke the baby’s dark hair. “Cloud, people’ll start talking…”

“Sorry,” he said, making some distance, the old awkwardness returning. Then they both laughed. “Just feels strange, even after so long. I never expected to have kids.”

“Much less five I’d imagine,” Yuffie replied, grinning as Cloud grunted in embarrassment. Following  Sephiroth and Bahamut Sin’s defeat, and his reconciliation with Tifa things didn’t get any smoother as Joslyn still hadn’t given up on him. In an attempt to set some boundaries the sisters agreed on some rules.

Cloud had chosen Tifa but, with his reluctant agreement, every three months they would have a match. If Joslyn won, Cloud would stay with her at the rebuilt Gold Saucer for a week. Naturally such an arrangement suited both battle maniacs just fine and, with the Geostigma, cured she’d revived her old club. Tifa held off her younger sister the first  time they met, but the second time, after just over half an hour of fierce fighting an exhausted, and oddly lethargic, Tifa finally conceded.

Following a week of pampering and sex, Cloud was almost relieved to get back to Edge, only to find Tifa puking her guts out into the sink as he entered the closed bar. Frantic he’d carried her, protesting all the way, to the local doctor.

“Scariest thing I ever head was that doctor saying she was pregnant. Didn’t help when Jo paid a visit a month later to say the same thing. And then…” Cloud looked down at the feeding baby. Unlike Tifa and Jo, who had both borne twins with dirty blonde hair, Melphie’s hair was the dark midnight of the Wutai people. “I keep forgetting to thank Levi for the hair. Guess she figured I’d gotten enough flack when they learned about our little triangle. But are you…okay with it?”

“It…” Yuffie thought sourly. It, was something she’d feel guilty over if not for Melphie.

It…was her desire finally getting the better of her and seeing how Tifa and Joslyn settled their dispute, using that to her advantage. She’d acted as if it were a joke so if her friends were reluctant they could just laugh it off, but as usual the pair of idiots saw nothing wrong. Despite that it still came as a surprise to all of them when she beat Joslyn, something she’d only managed once since the first time aboard the Highwind. Part of her wondered if Joslyn threw the match because she knew what Yuffie felt. Something her friend angrily denied when accused and the two had to be separated by a stunned crowd before the resulting afterfight got too serious. Cloud, still thinking of her as the close friend he could always talk to had gone along with it, not yet understanding what she was going for.

She still smiled when she remembered his expression as she came into his room and removed her kimono, naked body on full display. It was awkward at first as she tried to take charge and make it as quick as possible, but failed, refusing Leviathan’s advice. Giggling hysterically to hide her embarrassment and tears she’d risen to leave as Cloud took her hand and pulled her down next to him. “Like this…” he’d whispered.

Yuffie bit her lip to keep from crying out as Cloud slipped down her body, kissing, licking and nibbling at her suddenly sensitive skin. As soon as she felt his breath at her slit she covered her face, abruptly embarrassed, and two fingers slipped in and explored. “Come on Yuffie…” she heard him whisper as he slid back up her body, the friction having her nipples stand out like paired towers. Then he sucked one into his mouth as a third finger entered her depths and she thrashed wildly, biting down her hand to muffle the ecstatic cry.

“Thanks,” she panted as soon as she could talk again smiling shyly as he held the hand she’d bitten, kissing at the bite marks . Then he frowned as his fingers traced a bruise just above her ribs. Looking up his eyes held a question that would brook no refusal.

“Me and Josy had a bit of a…falling out. But we’re okay now.” She said hurriedly, as she recognized the look on his face. “Believe me, I gave as good as I got. And it was my fault to begin with.”

“I swear…” Cloud sighed as he crawled up next to her and pulled the girl into a light embrace. “Times like this I’m glad I’ve only got one daughter to worry about. You three give me enough stress.”

For some reason, being included with Tifa and Jo gave Yuffie a thrill. Kissing lightly at his chest her hand slipped down his body to grasp at his already rock hard length, stroking at it, hearing his light hiss of approval. “Cloud…?”

Cloud’s expression was conflicted, but he nodded, positioning himself between her legs as she watched him in a wide eyed manner that had him so hard it hurt. Carefully he inserted himself, Yuffie arching at the full feeling of the penetration. The movement caused Cloud to groan as muscles, never before used, clamped down on the invading member emphasizing for the young man just how tight the girl was. But this wasn’t for him. Cloud took several deep breaths to get himself back under control before clutching at her legs and pulling her to him in swift, short strokes as he thrust forward and upward. The result was Yuffie gasping and whimpering as she clutched at the futon or bit into her hand again to stay quiet. But still her moans grew until an uncontrollable wave crashed over her and she came. Hard. And after a brief respite, again.

Yuffie regained her senses to find Cloud leaning over her, a smile on his face as he thrust softly, intermittently at her. “You didn’t come,” she said softly, pouting, as Cloud gasped at the light squeeze she gave his prick. “Still hard…”

“This is your night, remember,” Cloud replied, blinking at a few drops of sweat as she squeezed him again, her pussy gripping firmly at his entire length.

“I want you to enjoy it was well and…” Yuffie trailed off, looking away. ” And I want to feel it.”

“Yuffie,” Cloud’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “Promise me this isn’t something Leviathan put you up to.”

Swallowing, she nodded as her legs went around his waist. As Cloud thrust at her Yuffie’s hips began moving of their own volition, matching him in a rhythm as old as time. As he wasn’t suppressing his need the pressure built quickly but Yuffie’s new hyper sensitivity quickly outstriped his own pace and she shot up, wrapping her arms around him, spasming uncontrollably. Her menaningless babbles were hot in his ears and was what finally sent him over the edge as she bit at his shoulder and her pussy clamped down on him mercilessly. Her body stiffened as Cloud thrust hard and she felt the heat Joslyn talked about as he fired himself into her. The veins in his neck stood out like cords and his teeth gritted as he fought to stay quiet, eyes screwed shut, his hips still moving fast and hard as he emptied himself over several deep strokes while the kunoichi writhed beneath him.

Drained, Yuffie fell back on the futon, panting in a sense of wonder. “Told you so,” she heard Leviathan’s smug, self satisfied voice in her head and then Cloud fell over beside her. Rolling onto her side she found him looking at her in his usual friendly, but now also satisfied, manner. Impulsively she leaned over and gave him a soft kiss. “Thanks Cloud…I needed that.”

“Wait, that’s it?” She heard him ask. Surprised, she saw an amused expression on his face. Pulling her in closer she felt his dick swelling against her stomach. “You’re my friend Yuffie. And the night’s still young.”

In that moment she, for the first time, felt a surge of fierce jealousy towards Tifa and Joslyn and what they had. Rising off the futon she straddled his length and, paying heed now to Leviathan’s instructions, twisted around to face his legs. Cloud’s gasp was loud in her ears as she rocked back and forth and he grabbed at her hips and butt.

Each time was better than the last…better than her wildest fantasies, of which she’d had many. On the futon she rode him viciously while he filled his hands with her bouncing boobs, rolling onto the soft mats Cloud flipped her over to thrust at her from behind before making their way to the couch where her soft lips and firm breasts drew deep groans of approval before he fired off one last load into her eager mouth. Despite what Josy had said, she didn’t care much for the taste, but had felt a sense of power at the look of ecstasy on Cloud’s face as he relaxed. Tired, drained by the heady pleasure, Yuffie crawled into his lap, leaving a trail of wet kisses, before drifting off to the feeling of his hands caressing her back and his lips on her hair. But still it was not enough.

Surprising even Leviathan, twice more over the course of the night she woke him. The sex slow and tender, as well as quick and violent, before morning came. When she woke the sun was high in the sky and he was still sleeping, his breathing deep, and they had somehow found their way back onto the futon. Touching at her midsection she carefully crawled out of the blankets and exited the room, ignoring the disapproving look Staniv shot her as she walked past.

She thought it would be awkward when Cloud woke, but it was almost as if the night had never occurred. She was still the one he could talk to unhindered, though ever since that night she noticed he avoided complaining about Tifa and Joslyn and their situation. And after Melphie was born there was also a tenseness that wasn’t there before.

“I keep telling myself it is,” she whispered to his question. “I thought one night would be enough…but now I think I understand what Josy talks about.”

“Yuffie…”

“PSYCHE!” The girl laughed. “Is that what you expecting me to say? Heh, last I heard Mikoto’s getting ready to take on Tifa again so I don’t think you’re going to have the energy for another partner, regardless of who wins that fight.”

“Again?” Cloud groaned, taking a playful swipe at Yuffie. “I might need to be worried considering Tifa only won last time cause she managed to come to before the timer went off.”

Yuffie sat back as they enjoyed a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the only sound being Melphie’s suckling. Then the kunoichi looked over at Cloud again. “Do you…you know…ever compare?”

“No!” Cloud’s answer was instant and emphatic. Mikoto fought Tifa almost as regularly as Joslyn did, but despite her self proclaimed position as Tifa’s rival Cloud had to say that M also filled that role exceptionally well since, in the eleven times they’d fought since the Geostigma had been cured Mikoto had beaten Tifa three times, and battled her to a draw twice. And the day after those three losses Tifa would always drag him into their guest room in Josy’s home in a rather open attempt to get him to forget his night with M.

“Well, um…you know…” She started hesitantly. “If things ever get too much for you to take…you know you can come to me for…anything…right.”

“Yeah,” Cloud replied, recognizing the invitation and not entirely sure how to respond. Yuffie was, if he had to choose, his best friend and it had been a surprise when she came into the room and disrobed. Considering Wutai culture it would be difficult, if not outright impossible for her to get married now. He was only too aware that whatever had happened after Omega’s defeat had his libido surging at often inopportune times, whenever his arousal went past a threshold. He’d always been aware of Yuffie, you’d have to be blind not to be, but when he’d seen her naked body it had hit him hard that she was no longer the teen he could goof around with or had to rein in when she had her eyes on something. And he always felt a twinge of guilt at having stolen her first time.

But it wasn’t just him. The stories of former Soldiers wearing out entire brothels and the security forces needing to be brought in to take them down were becoming more and more numerous as well as concerning. It was the same story with all of them. It felt like their blood was on fire and they just NEEDED a woman, or man in the case of that one. Maybe it was his activity in the years before that took the edge off. Or maybe it had something to do with what Hojo did to him. Either way it had to be the mako but what was causing it, though no one could answer why. He was saved by the appearance of an old, but clean, green pick up. “What the hell?”

His concern was due to knowing who owned the vehicle and it only grew when both Denzel and Shelke jumped from the cab. “Yo,” Reno gave a mock salute as he slid out of the driver’s seat. On the far side, a pile of bright red hair appeared and began making it’s way around the front. “Picked up these two on the outskirts. Seemed to be in a hurry.”

“Cloud…” Viola said as she walked comfortably despite her prosthetic leg and heavy pregnancy. Cloud gave them a cursory nod before focusing on the two kids.

“What’s happened?” He demanded. “You’re supposed to be with Tifa.”

“It’s my fault,” Denzel replied, eyes downcast. “Some blonde woman in a car gave me a letter for her. When Tifa read it, she told us both to go home and that she’ll be along eventually. She looked…angry.”

“Blonde…blonde!” Clouds eyes widened, before turning a wild look on Viola.

“No, I haven’t heard from her since Yuffie and Vincent rescued us from the city.” Viola said in response to his unasked question, nodding at said kunoichi. “I assumed she was dead just like everyone else.”

“And no, not even the boss knew.” Reno continued, wrapping an arm around his wife, as Cloud shifted his gaze to the red headed Turk. “Took him awhile to get over her. Guess he really did love the cougar…no accounting for taste I guess I…oof! What’d I say?”

“She was my friend you ass,” Viola stated bluntly as she removed her elbow from his gut. “She had her problems…a lot them…but she was good to me. I don’t understand why she’d show up now? It’s been more than six years.”

“There’s only one reason she’d call Tifa out, regardless of how long it’s been, and you know EXACTLY what it is. I heard just how far those two went the last time they were alone…and I have NO intention of allowing a repeat performance.” Cloud glanced at the two youngsters. “Did she say anything about where she was going?”

Denzel shook his head, but Shelke’s expression became thoughtful. “I heard her muttering something as she drove off,” The childish looking teenager said. “It was…”

<Midgar>

“Where it all began…” Tifa muttered to herself again, standing in the shadow of the Sister Ray. Looking up, she almost felt a sense of vertigo at the memories it evoked. Looking away she guided her motorcycle behind a small rubble pile. It was probably an unncessary precaution, but a cycle was a sought after form of transport…even moreso if it had a sidecar. “Can you sense her?”

“You don’t need to do this, you know,” Siren said, floating around her partner. “We can just head back to the kids and…”

“Can you sense her!” Tifa demanded, loudly this time, her expression wooden.

“…barely. It’s very weak and I can’t tell exactly where she is.” Siren replied. “And that worries me. This doesn’t feel right.”

“There’s only one place she’d be,” Tifa said, holding her hands out as a gentle breeze circled her body and she began leaping upwards towards the top. Towards one she’d thought excised from her life. Well…if at first you don’t succeed.

<Edge>

“You’re not going to call the others?” Reno called, as Cloud swung onto his bike.

“The others still have some trouble wrapping their heads around her…hobby.” Cloud replied. “Besides…this doesn’t concern them.”

“If you say so, we’ll keep watch on the little lady and the munchkins till you guys get back. But Cloud…” Reno hesitated. “If it is her…don’t let it slip that the boss survived. She’s an influence we were considering cutting out back in the day.”

Cloud paused as he slipped Excalibur into it’s sheath turning his coldly glowing eyes at Reno. “If she’s done anything to Tifa you won’t need to worry about that.”

“But maybe that’s what’s needed.”

Cloud’s expression as he turned to Viola was frightening enough that Reno’s hand unconsciously reached for his baton as he quickly positioned himself between his wife and the blonde man. Cloud’s voice was quiet, but easily heard over the bike engine. “You want to say that again?”

“I don’t mean for her to do something permanent.” Viola explained, realizing the need to be careful. When it came to the women in his life, Tifa especially, Viola had witnessed first hand just how merciless Cloud could be. “I mean they need closure…both of them.”

“Closure? What the hell’re you talking about?!”

“I’ve seen their fights…all of them.” Viola replied, pushing past Reno. “The one thing that always sticks out is that, despite what happened at Gold Saucer and Nibelheim, even in Midgar…there’s not been a conclusive end to their fights. And this won’t stop until, maybe, we allow that to happen.”

“You’re telling me to just let my wife and a crazy blonde beat each bloody until one of them calls it quits?”

“You have a better idea?” She demanded. “You go swooping in like some hero and break them up you better be ready to kill Scarlet. Because if you don’t they’ll just find one another again. And again. And again, for however long it takes for them to settle whatever they have between them.”

The green in Cloud’s eyes dimmed at that before his jaw set as he gunned the engine. “Give me forty minutes,” he said to Reno. “Then call Reeve and tell him to meet me in Midgar. I need you to also ask my broth…Rufus…if he could lend me Cissnei and Elena. They know about Tifa’s activities so I can use them to help locate her if they’re not where I think they are.”

 “Still being stubborn, eh.” Reno nodded and Cloud took off without a backwards glance. “You dodged a bullet there, babe.”

“I’m not wrong, and he knows it,” Viola replied. “It’s why Lizzy and I can never be friends even though we’ve made a sort of peace. Unless they finally settle this to both of their satisfaction it really mightn’t stop until they kill each other.”

“You’re preaching to the choir babe…but I don’t think that’ll happen.”

Viola turned to look at Reno. “What?”

“Do you see Scarlet quitting? Or Tifa?” Reno said as she turned towards the house. “We were with Cloud, remember, when he walked in on Tifa and Elizabeth tearing the bar apart. You saw the condition the two of them were in. And, personally, I think Liz got off easy when Cloud separated them. Cause the look on Tifa’s face…”

Reno didn’t have to finish because Viola knew where he was going. Ever since her pregnancy and being once again the target of women looking to make a name for themselves Tifa had…changed. There was a stark difference to if she fought at Gold Saucer or outside. If they fought at the Saucer everything was fine and dandy to the point it wasn’t uncommon to see her at the various Squares with the woman she’d just fought, but if someone jumped her in the streets or at her bar Tifa fought with a savagery that made even M and her sister concerned. What had happened to Elizabeth had brought it to the forefront for Viola.

In her impatience to get another shot at Tifa, Elizabeth had confronted her at the rebuilt Seventh Heaven. The bar was closed for several days to allow them to fix up the interior but what Viola remembered distinctly, other than the absolute wreck the place had been in, was the murderous look on Tifa’s face as Cloud pulled her off Liz. She glanced in the direction of Midgar and hugged herself at a sudden chill as she suddenly remembered what Scarlet had told her after the Nibelheim fight.

“I want to destroy her. Ruin her. I want that whenever she even hears my name in passing she remembers who is her better. That my tits are better, that my body is better. That I…AM…her better.”

No. With the history between them and the sheer amount of stubborn pride…no. She didn’t see either of them quitting.

<Midgar>

Standing near the middle of the cannon the woman in question squinted as she looked out at the horizon, the wind pressing her black blouse and red skirt against her body, accenting the curves. Six months…six months, she’d waited and finally she had everything in order. Now all that remained was to finally put to rest an old issue. Her bright red lips curled into a smile. She shouldn’t have been able to hear anything but she quickly turned around as Tifa came down the small incline that lead onto the cannon proper.

“I was getting worried that you’d not understand the message,” Scarlet remarked, as Tifa approached her. “You look fuller, Lockhart. Softer…older you might say.”

Tifa’s eyes flickered over Scarlet, disturbed. The woman looked almost as if the last six years had never passed. The only noticeable difference was that she now wore her hair loose and her heels were low instead of the spikes she remembered. “What are you up to Scarlet? And why now…it’s been years.”

“Six years, three months and eighteen days to be exact.” Scarlet studied her manicured nails. “I was busy making up for lost time or I would’ve come visit sooner. You see I was…asleep, let’s say…up until recently.”

“Asleep, what…!” Tifa’s eyes widened in understanding. “You! You were in Deepground!”

“Got it in one.” Scarlet chuckled, her eyes flashing coldly, strutting confidently across the cannon. “I was barely hanging on Lockhart. Left there to die while you ran like a coward from our fight. I barely made it to the elevators before the top floors crumbled. My future…all my work…Rufus, gone. All of it…gone.”

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you. You got a taste of what everyone in the slums felt,” Tifa snapped back, ears perking up. So Rufus didn’t know…well that put one worry to rest. “What I, Barret and many others felt when you had them drop the plate on Sector Seven. Payback’s a bitch isn’t she.”

“We’re all bitches, Lockhart. Just some are nastier than others.” Scarlet answered, standing just before her rival. “You know why I called you here, don’t you.”

“Why does it even matter to you anymore?” Tifa demanded. “Our fight…Shinra and Avalanche don’t exist anymore. It’s all pointless now.”

“Oh you know it’s not pointless.” Scarlet hissed. “This was never about Shinra and Avalanche. This was about us…it’s always been about us. That’s why I called you HERE! That’s why you came, and you know it. We’re on top of the world Lockhart, and there’s only room for one. And we both know who belongs there…don’t we?”

Tears of pain now became tears of joy in the eyes of Scarlet who stared boldly into Tifa’s face, who’s expression went through varying stages of shock, then disbelief and finally grief. She didn’t quit, she wouldn’t give the bitch the satisfaction and instead fought on in a spiteful desire to cause the other as much pain as possible before the end.

That Scarlet was hurting was no question. She could only imagine the pain Tifa was in as her breasts continued to make headway slowly, but steadily. There were brief moments where Tifa seemed to rally, and her boobs pushed back strongly, but those became fewer and far between. Finally frustration kicked in at the sheer refusal of the girl to quit, to admit she’d lost and Scarlet clenched her teeth and squeezed powerfully. Driving their breasts together in a meeting that had both pairs quiver violently. Tifa shrieked in pain as she felt her breasts resisting, but giving way…but then her feminine shriek gave way to a shriek of metal as Scarlet’s laboratory began to tilt, the floor cracking as it’s structure began to collapse.

“Oh yes,” Scarlet smiled vindictively. “We know who won back then.”

Tifa’s eyes flashed at that reminder of what happened those six years prior. She moved in closer, seeing the blonde’s eyes light up with a frightening eagerness. “I also remember a bitch going for a cabinet filled with Berserk after getting crushed, and then getting fucked into oblivion. If Weapon hadn’t gotten off it’s shot I wonder if that cunt would’ve been able to continue fighting.”

“Stop…stop it. I won’t…I don’t…” Scarlet’s head whipped wildly left and right, her lips brushing lightly against Tifa’s as she did so. Glazed eyes widened as tongues licked at moist lips and both tasted the sensation…before Tifa’s eyes narrowed and she spat on the table next to Scarlet’s head and slamming her hips at Scarlet even harder than before. “Unnngh…unnngh…”

“I knew…I knew it…bitch…you were just another…another whore.” Tifa snarled as she stared into Scarlet’s frantic, lust addled face. “Who’s the…the better…better woman, huh. HUH!”

“No…no…nooooaaaaAAAARGGGHHH!!!” Scarlet howled as her body writhed and she came so hard her vision went black. Tifa’s own expression was one of torment as she kept pounding her sex into Scarlet’s until the blonde shrieked a second time, her legs going rigid in the air, her consciousness slipping.

“How DARE you!!” Scarlet snarled as she pushed her chest at Tifa.

“Oh, I dare,” Tifa mocked thrusting back, their meaty boobs rippling under their clothes, swelling against the tight confines. “You play at being so cultured, so refined, so much better than everyone else. But deep down you’re nastier than the worst whore I’ve ever had to deal with. At least they were honest about what they were.”

The crack of the slap echoed in the wind. Body heaving in outrage Scarlet breathed heavily as Tifa slowly brought her head around, smiling in contempt, before her own hand slashed across Scarlet’s face. Body twisting the side, Scarlet touched her cheek before rising to her full height glaring down at the younger woman. Hissing in six years worth of spite their hands flew as they exchanged slaps, just like in their first meeting atop this same cannon. Faces twisting as cheeks reddened they barraged each other until a sharp, stinging blow sent Scarlet spinning around onto her stomach. Hands now clenched Tifa watched warily as the blonde pushed herself up. Like always she wouldn’t use techniques on someone who had no training, but she had her other ways of fighting. Yet she was still surprised when Scarlet threw back her head and laughed. It was loud, open laugh, threading the line between a belly laugh and the cackle she was most known for. She shoved herself back onto her feet and spun around as it died down to an amused chuckle before tearing off her blouse, ripping the silk in casual disdain.

“Oh yes…that’s it.” She purred, unclasping her bra and stretching as her breasts bounced free. “I was afraid you’d gotten soft, domesticated, not be worth my time. But you still know just how to make my blood boil.”

Tifa’s attention, however, was divided between Scarlet’s words and her wrist where Shiva’s materia band used to be. “What did you do?”

“What…oh Shiva?” Scarlet followed Tifa’s eyes, glancing over at her wrist. “She was making so much noise, giving ME orders on what to do. So I just got rid of it. Probably somewhere in the rubble if anyone was of a mind to look hard enough.”

“Siren!” Tifa pulsed inward. She felt the Wind spirit’s nod as a part of her separated. She then turned her attention back to Scarlet. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to just take your win and stay out of my life? I have enough on my plate without adding you to it.”

“Make time…I told you I’d always find you Lockhart,” Scarlet’s eyes glittered. “But maybe…if you kiss my tits and admit that I’m the better woman I’d consider it. Then we can put this all behind us and you can go home to your squalling brats and blonde boy toy.”

“That’s not going to happen. Not now…not ever,” Tifa growled as she lifted off her own top, baring her sizeable boobs to the world. Scarlet smiled eagerly at the sight. Despite her past pregnancy the breasts were still high on her chest and firm. “You have no drug and no materia to help you. This time it’s just you and me.”

“Suits me just fine you fucking cow!” Scarlet snarled, slapping again at the brunette’s sneering face.

Tifa had already experienced flashbacks of their first encounter, and the stinging pain made her jaw clench in a sudden fury. Her arm flashed out, backhanding Scarlet, spinning the older woman around as she sank into a crouch. “Cow, huh…I was always a better woman than you Scarlet. And I’ll prove it without a doubt today.”

“Six years too late,” Scarlet sneered as she touched at her lip. The brunette had actually put some force behind that one. She marched back up to Tifa, their breasts lightly brushing against one another. “I beat you then and I’ll beat those flabby, oversized sacks of your again.”

Tifa moved quickly, but Scarlet had already shifted her upper body and their right breasts smashed together with a violence that knocked both back. Tifa’s eyes were wide at the realization that after six years she’d forgotten just how resilient the blonde’s tits were. Scarlet, however, grimaced as she had expected Tifa to get softer after all this time. Seems the rumors of the little fight club her sister had was true. Warily, they eyed the other. Both knew that if they continued there would be no stopping this time. Not until a winner was decided. Tifa then smirked and Scarlet answered with a cold smile. That suited them just fine.

Lunging forward they swung their left boobs to crash together heavily, the flesh pancaking  as it first flattened then swelled back into shape and repelling, before then hurling their right boobs together in a slow deliberate rhythm intended to wear down the other. The loud clapping of their breasts colliding was lost in the wind but neither woman needed to hear it. They could feel the violence behind each powerful blow. The savage stinging when the taut orbs smashed together, the flesh rippling like waves as it spread and flattened before rebounding to fall back to their chests. There was no feeling out period, no tentative, cautious thrusts. These were two who knew each other’s capabilities intimately. Or rather one did, while the other was relying on memories from six years prior.

Their boobs thudding together with as much force as she could muster, Scarlet felt Tifa waver and took a step forward as the brunette took a step back. She’d been barely conscious when the elevator finally reached the Deepground facility. To date she wasn’t sure why Hojo had spared her and instead just had them stuff her into a stasis pod, but if she was honest she didn’t care. She was alive and enough of her hidden, private wealth was still intact to allow her a comfortable life. If Rufus had still been alive things might be different but, barring that, finally putting Lockhart in her place would do as a substitute. Then she whined in pain as the brunette’s left tit smashed into her own and she took an unsteady step back towards the end of the cannon.

Tifa grunted as she battered the fiercely resisting blonde backwards. “Never thought I’d be grateful to M…again…” she thought as Scarlet pounded her heavy bags into her own, fighting Tifa for every step. Mikoto had been one of Tifa’s toughest challengers once the fights had started back up, drawing a crowd as big as when she Josy went at it. A sudden sharp blow from Scarlet brought Tifa’s mind back to the present as she felt herself again being pushed back by the determined blonde. She slammed back stopping her progress as the two stood flat footed, hands on hips, their breasts clapping together solidly as they began to gradually pick up speed.

“What’s the matter, Lockhart.” Scarlet asked, breathing rapidly as their breasts crushed together. “You’re distracted. Popping out a couple of brats make you weak?”

“No more than you you.” Tifa retorted, pounding her boobs into the blonde’s, the brutal impacts beginning to draw hisses of pain from behind reluctant lips. “And at least I have someone waiting for me. How about you?”

Tifa then cried out as her words struck a nerve and Scarlet unleashed a powerful barrage of breast blows beating the stunned brunette back, staggering her, the woman’s face a mask of sudden rage. Recoiling from a solid hit Tifa went low and slammed back with a boob uppercut that knocked back the blonde several steps. Panting heavily, both took a moment to recover their breath before returning to the fight. As they got close Tifa jumped forward slamming her pair directly into Scarlet’s. The blonde squealed at the sudden blow and stumbled back, but quickly caught herself as Tifa advanced she now leapt and all four breasts collided again and collapsed in on one another as younger woman staggered back in surprise. Screaming in a sudden fury Tifa lunged at Scarlet, breasts flailing even as the blonde shrieked her own hate and swung back with equal vigor.

“This ends today!” One woman thought, eyes glaring and faces beginning to contort from the savage blows they rained on each other. Scarlet squealed as Tifa pounded her back, bringing the full weight of her heavier tits into play before yelping as Scarlet boxed her boobs deep into Tifa’s larger pair, grinding them in as far as she could. Supple bodies twisted as they fought along the length of the cannon swinging and punching their unyielding boobs at one another

“I’ll kill her if I have to!”  The other woman clenched her teeth at the whine that forced it’s way past her lips. Just like every other time their massive mammaries splashed together evenly, the contrast between the pale and the tan standing out starkly as they crushed together. Eyes began to water from the stinging pain but neither was anywhere near their limit and, as the pain grew so did the weight of their swings while they continued their brutish dance along the cannon.

Siren, flew around the building in a steady pattern, following years old traces of Shiva’s energy.

“What are you doing, wind witch?”

Siren started at Bahamut’s sudden appearance. The overwhelming pressure given out by the dragonlord making her spectral form shimmer. “Another of our kind is lost here. I am…”

“I can also feel it…it is weak. What of my partner’s mate? He sent me ahead to seek out exactly what is going on.”

“She…she’s fighting an old rival.” Siren replied. “I’m not getting any sense of urgency from her yet, though she is getting frustrated.”

“I see…very well. About a hundred meters down, and nineteen meters to our North. That is where I can sense your target. But do not let it distract you from your duty. My partner’s mind is brimming with a rage most appetizing. If something should happen to his mate…”

He left the rest unsaid because there was no need to elaborate. Even as Bahamut retreated back to Cloud, Siren spun around in the direction he provided.

Even as Siren dove into the building’s skeletal depths and Bahamut retreated away from the city Scarlet gave a guttural scream as she tumbled to the cannon chase after receiving a vicious blow, left on left. The force of it sent shockwaves through both women and, though Scarlet was the one to fall, Tifa also bent over clutching at her reddened boob. “Yeah!” She choked out hoarsely as Scarlet glared up at her through wet, baleful, eyes before tossing back her hair and scrambling back to her feet.

“You’ll pay for that,” the blonde promised her brunette adversary. “I’ll make you…”

“Shut the fuck up!” Tifa snapped as she boxed her right tit in Scarlet’s, nipple spearing into nipple. The mature blonde retaliated quickly, stabbing her left in Tifa’s, both orbs displacing considerable mass as they flattened against one another before quickly filling back out. Tifa then threw her arms around Scarlet’s waist, dragging the older woman in close. “Just shut the fuck up!”

“Make me!” Scarlet snarled as her arms circled Tifa’s upper body. Heads butting together both grimaced at the compression as Scarlet crushed their breasts together, Tifa’s arms shifting upwards to just below Scarlet’s. Grunting savagely they pulled each other even closer, their breasts swelling outwards as they ground theim together fiercely. Frustrated at the lack of results this brought on they began to slide their firm globes over and around the other. Brown eyes glaring into blue they relaxed their holds just enough to rear back and deliver short, sharp opposing blows that set boobs jiggling deliciously. Running a pink tongue across red lips Scarlet added a shoving motion with her hips as they heaved their tits into one another, pushing Tifa back several steps. Grunting in irritation Tifa pulled the blonde into a grind, but the woman smiled knowingly. Maneuvering her heavy globes Scarlet’s eyes sparkled with malicious pleasure as her smaller, but impressively dense tits made headway into Tifa’s monsters.

“Oh yes,” she crowed, her voice husky, relishing the glimmer of pain in the brunette’s eyes. “Just like last time isn’t it, my perfect babies beating your floppy tits.”

“Like hell,” Tifa snarled in fury twisting her body side to side, Scarlet giving a sudden grimace as Tifa’s larger boobs engulfed her own, which found their progress halted. Staggering across the cannon they continued to try and grind down the other’s resolve.

“I’ll gladly send you there if you’d like,” Scarlet hissed. Then she smiled cruelly, loosening her grip on Tifa, pumping her boobs at the younger woman. The hollow PLOP of their breasts smacking together caused her to wince, but the brunette bashed back with equal determination causing the blonde’s face to screw up in discomfort.

Then Scarlet whined in surprised pain as now was the brunette’s turn to smile in sadistic glee as, at the end of a powerful thrust, her weighty boobs rose over the blonde’s. Tifa immediately pulled Scarlet in, her breasts resting heavily on Scarlet’s, pushing downwards.

Knowing only too well what was coming Scarlet went low even as the other raised onto her toes and as Tifa’s tits came down, the blonde’s boobs shot up. They felt each other’s screech of pain before they heard it snatched away by the wind as their mammaries crashed together. Dots of sweat sprang up on the supple skin even as Tifa again raised her body and Scarlet dipped hers. Their heads flew back as they wailed up at the uncaring sky at the bruising impact. Her legs trembling violently Tifa rose once more and dropped her heavy udders onto Scarlet’s unresisting pair, the blonde barely able to stand, much less lower her body to slam back. An agonized moan sputtered past her lips as she slid slowly down the brunette’s lithe body to her knees. But even as she did so a pained moan exploded from Tifa’s own mouth as she sank down opposite Scarlet, who grabbed at her.

Yelling in surprised frustration, blonde and brunette grappled and slapped at hands before arms went around necks and grabbed thick handfuls of yellow and brown hair before rising up on their haunches and rapidly rotating their chests to slap their aching orbs together in mindless repetition. For five, long, tormented minutes they splashed their prized breasts together frantically and in mindless hate. For that was indeed what still bound the two women together. Scarlet had never stopped hating the brunette who dared oppose her and though Tifa had, for six years, believed herself purged of the powerful emotion felt it come inching back the longer she battled the arrogant blonde.

“AAAGHH!” Scarlet wailed as Tifa sucked in a powerful breath, released the blonde’s hair, and crushed the older woman’s lush body to her own. Her face turned red with the effort before she expelled the air explosively. Gasping heavily the women rested briefly before Scarlet tensed her arms. “That the best you got!”

“GYAAHH!” Tifa shrieked, head whipping back and forth as now Scarlet’s arms pulled them as close together as she could without them becoming one body. The agony was almost unbearable as both set of breasts squashed together, quivering violently, but neither gave up any unnecessary ground. Breathing out hoarsely Scarlet panted as their boobs filled back out until just the tips lay together, their hard long spikes pricking delicately at the areola. Both shuddered at the sensation before Tifa glared at Scarlet. “No…THIS IS!!”

Now Scarlet howled as Tifa squeezed them together, their bodies shuffling even closer together until they pressed up completely against one another even after the brunette ran out of breath. Then Tifa screamed as Scarlet returned the favor squashing them together such that their entire bodies were at war with one another. Back and forth they went, trying to crush each other’s will to fight and hear those words of surrender. But even more, both wanted to feel each other’s boobs collapse…to put to rest who’s was better. Their moans continued to spiral higher from the pain they inflicted, but also from unwanted arousal.

As Scarlet now hugged Tifa closer their nipples once again crossed, but instead of sliding past, they locked in place causing Scarlet to stiffen as she panted. As her grip slackened Tifa, no less affected but unwilling to lose an advantage, tightened her own grip. At the same time Scarlet did the same and both women yowled at the sensation, slapping their hips at one another. The sensations were dulled by the fabric of their skirts but it was still more than sufficient and, in this fight, Scarlet discovered a surprising advantage. As the pleasure from their crossed nipples peaked Tifa suddenly shrieked and fell over backwards, pulling Scarlet with her, as her huge rounded orbs gushed milk.

“AAAHHHH!!!” The brunette screamed as she clenched her arms firmly around Scarlet, the blonde squirming frantically against the pleasure and the sudden, dramatic increase in the other’s strength. But she couldn’t escape from the powerful brunette and, despite her best efforts, she thrust back with equal violence, their pussies slapping together frantically. Tifa screamed again, her weakened state working for Scarlet who grunted savagely as she viciously pumped at the younger woman.

“So you really are…a cow…yes,” Scarlet panted as she thrust vigorously at Tifa, not trying to fight the sensations anymore. “Yes…oh FUCK yes! Who’s the slut now! Who’s the whore?! Who…whoah…aaaaaAAHHH!”

As the pleasure ripped through her, Scarlet’s vision went white at just how intense the high was. Tifa’s entire body went rigid as they slapped their drenched privates together with wet squelching noises before abruptly halting all movement. With a hoarse groan, Scarlet collapsed on top of Tifa before slowly rolling off the woman. Side by side, they fought for breath as they slowly came back to their senses, wet with sweat and other substances that made them scrunch their faces in self disgust. Furious at the violation Tifa, then Scarlet, rolled onto her side to glare across at the other woman.

And as their strength slowly returned they reached for one another again.

Deep within the bowels of the old building Siren weaved her way through the rubble, homing in on Shiva’s flickering power. In the midst of this search she paused, body arching as she felt Tifa’s orgasm surge through her. “That girl…just keeps going and…there you are!”

You was the small red stone, that still pulsed strongly. Siren couldn’t see the band it had been attached to but before she could ponder this the materia flared and Shiva appeared, though still in her teenage form.

“Why are you here? Have you come to mock me?” Shiva pulsed defiantly. “Rub your victory in my face?”

“I’ve come for you, you fool.” Siren sent back, letting her relief filter through. “You were the one dead set on fighting. I never wanted any of it.”

“You drove off my brother, you think I’d forgive you for that?”

“Dammit Shiva, you knew what I was…what I am.” Now her frustration showed. “You never cared a jot when I played around with Titan, or with Odin. You know I’m not made for long term relationships.”

“Don’t care,” Shiva replied stubbornly. “He was my kin. We were born of the same spirit and when you tossed him to the side I felt his grief as if it were my own. I will never forgive you for it.”

“I don’t care I…” Siren paused curling up at the feeling of another orgasm shaking her head at the unexpected, yet at the same expected, result . “Damn…they’re tearing each other apart.”

“Ah, I see…that’s why you’re here…”

“Shiva…don’t. You don’t owe her anything!”

“But I can use her.” Siren could hear the smile behind the words. “One last dance, Siren.”

“DAMMIT!” Siren shot upwards even as she felt the surge of power from Shiva’s materia. Far below the red stone turned a lifeless grey.

“I hate you Lockhart,” Scarlet panted as she rolled on top of the younger woman. As their strength returned they scooted their bodies closer pulling each other into an embrace that had them, as they thrust and pumped their bodies together, rolling slowly across the cannon. Luck had had them fall in a manner that their movements moving along the length of the barrel. Mashing her breasts down at Tifa, Scarlet gave a tormented whine as she felt herself toppled and going under the brunette. “I should’ve just let…let them shoot you and save me the trouble.”

“And I should’ve just thrown you from cannon that first time,” Tifa growled in response as she ground her heavy orbs onto Scarlet’s, the blonde rocking their bodies. Both women cried out as they made their way from the middle of the cannon towards the muzzle, before reversing towards the cannons reinforce. Intermittently they would drag themselves to their knees, banging their chests together bitterly before toppling back onto their sides and resuming their desperate rolling fight. Over the course of the trip back towards the back of the cannon their skirts had slipped down their legs as they crossed, pulling their panty covered mounds again into conflict as they both screamed in pleasure and frustration.

But as the fight continued Scarlet’s movements became increasingly frantic as Tifa slowly, but clearly, began to control the fight. Ending up on top more often than not, the dark haired woman dropped her heavy piledrivers onto Scarlet’s spreading dugs, with the blonde’s cries becoming more and more desperate. Still she fought with the same determination that had marked their rivalry. Groaning with the effort Scarlet rolled on top, pumping her body down  as best she could until she saw the pained smile on Tifa’s face. Blue eyes wide Scarlet came to the sickening realization that the girl was not just controlling the pace of the fight, but also whether or not she was on top. Even while under her, Tifa’s grip didn’t allow Scarlet much room to try and bomb her tits before reversing their positions.

Once the geostigma had been cured and with only a break during her pregnancy Tifa had re-established herself as the top fighter, professional and cat, of not just Edge but Gold Saucer and Wutai as well. Calling her Queen would be an understatement and a title she now fully accepted. Needless to say there were many seeking to dethrone her and she’d been in many a tough fight defending her title. Scarlet on the other hand had been in stasis until the last six months and though fully recovered was now six years behind her still younger opponent. And this ended up being a deciding factor as she gave a tortured cry at finding herself pinned under Tifa near the back end of the cannon, cursing and spitting in rabid defiance.

Grabbing at Scarlet’s arms she forced the mature’s hands apart, pulling them to the side. Locking fingers Scarlet rallied, pushing the surprised brunette onto her side as she spitefully dug her nails into the back of Tifa’s hand. Hissing in response Tifa bore the pain as the two remained stationary, left arms high in the air, trembling from the force the two poured out even as they still mindlessly slung their breasts at one another at an awkward angle.

Crying out Scarlet felt Tifa bend her wrist even as she was being slowly forced onto her back. Giving a triumphant grunt Tifa pinned the mature’s hands to the cold metal of the cannon, glaring down at the blonde. Staring up belligerently Scarlet kept moving her body and her hips, hoping another forced orgasm would weaken Tifa who thrust back even as she raised her upper body. Despite the ample warning Scarlet screamed as Tifa dropped her heavy monsters on her still proud tits. The compression was terrible to see, but once Tifa rose off the woman, her breasts slowly filled back out, nipples pointing upwards threateningly.

“You won’t…win,” Scarlet gasped out. “I won’t let you beat me.”

Tifa didn’t bother answering as she simply dropped down onto Scarlet, the SPLAT of their bodies coming together as loud as the blonde’s shriek. Rising up again, Tifa gave her body a little jump as she slammed down onto Scarlet. The blonde’s vision went black briefly and she felt her consciousness slipping even as she also felt her prized breasts weakening. But as Tifa rose a fourth time Scarlet felt a sudden surge of energy, similar in a way to her old formula and she strained, shooting her body up to meet Tifa’s even as she came down.

The SMACK of flesh on flesh was earsplitting and both women screamed. Scarlet recovered and got her leg under Tifa, flipping the girl over. The surprised look on her face as she flew over Scarlet’s body to land on her back put a smile on the blonde’s face as she rolled onto her stomach and shoved herself to her knees. Then she cocked her head at the familiar feeling. “Shiva?”

“I should freeze the blood in your veins for your impertinence back then.” Shiva’s voice boomed in her head and Scarlet felt a chill that wasn’t the wind. “But you can still be of use to me and we’ll both get what we want.”

“Suits me just fine,” Scarlet growled as she crawled over to where Tifa lay. “But we’re going to have a discussion about just who’s in charge when this is over.”

“Stop posturing…quickly, she’s almost here.” Shiva replied.

“Who is…!” Scarlet moved rapidly as Tifa’s body arched and she gave a sigh of what sounded like relief. That quickly turned into a muffled bellow of outrage as Scarlet leapt onto the supine brunette their chests crushing together again in a reverse bearhug with faces buried in stomachs. “Round two bitch. I told you…I won’t let you win!”

Tifa’s response was muffled, but her arms flew around Scarlet’s body as they ground their warring chests together. Both sets were softer than they were when the women started but neither had been penetrated yet and they continued to bulge outwards as they were forced together. Tifa began rocking their bodies vigorously as Scarlet struggled, even with her new strength to keep the girl under control but with an explosive burst Tifa rolled them onto their side as her reddened face appeared. “Piece of shit!” She gasped heavily, turning her head to lie against the blonde’s toned stomach. “I should…”

“Stay calm…” Siren pulsed, feeding energy into Tifa’s body. “Shiva might be weakened but this is still her domain. Husband our strength. I will do what I can to combat her.”

Tifa had a mental image of Siren and Shiva locked in a bearhug as Shiva, though bent at a lower angle, was slowly fighting back. At the same time she felt Scarlet stiffen and as one the two women shoved each other away and sprung to their feet.

“You…saw that as well didn’t you!” Tifa said watching at how Scarlet’s heaving breasts now hung slightly higher on her chest, though there was still visible sag. With a light shuffle she kicked off her filthy skirt, the wind snatching it almost immediately.

Panting, Scarlet nodded ripping away her own torn skirt eyes drawn to Tifa’s swollen boobs, bouncing and rolling in time with the brunette’s deep breathing. Scarlet couldn’t control herself and, as her discarded garment was whipped away, she slashed a clawed hand across Tifa’s right tit. Giving a startled yowl Tifa jumped back but, even as she looked on, Scarlet could see the reddened welts heal shut. In angry response Tifa swung a clenched fist that dug deep into Scarlet’s left boob knocking the blonde onto her rear. But just like with her own injury the impressive bruise left behind by the blow cleared up leaving only creamy, healthy skin. Both stared silently before raising their heads. Shaking out her hair Scarlet rose to her feet before twisting her body and shaking a rounded orb at Tifa. “Right on right, cow.”

“Bring it on you dried up old witch,” Tifa snapped. The explosion of pain that erupted as the heavy orbs rose off their chests and collided together, molding together, had both beauties stagger back white faced. Bending over they clutched at wounded teats and could feel the hurt. Tossing back her head Tifa glared at Scarlet as the blonde stared back. The slight discoloration from the hit was more obvious on Scarlet’s paler skin, but Tifa knew it was there. But before their eyes it started fade, albeit slower this time.

“So that’s it,” Tifa thought even as the realization lit up in Scarlet’s eyes. “Guess we’re doing this the old fashioned way, cunt.”

“Guess so, tramp,” Scarlet replied coldly as the pair approached each other, breasts jiggling menacingly. “Tit to tit till you can’t take anymore.”

“Or until you can’t!” Tifa flared back as her nipples brushed lightly against Scarlet’s. Both gave a light shudder, but they were beyond that point now.

“Didn’t happen last time, won’t happen this time.” Scarlet twisted her body once again. Tifa arched her own in response. Eyes flashed with sudden emotion and as if that was the starting gun they hurled their swelling dugs through the air to smash together, quiver violently in the air, before sliding off of one another. But before they could even roll back onto their respective chests the two women rapidly swung the opposite breast to pulp against it’s opposite in violent comparison.

Left on left then right on right they heaved their massive mammaries at one another in timed, regular, intervals in order to try and outdo their respective spirits healing. And if the pain was any indication it was working. First Tifa would hammer Scarlet back with her larger, heavier breasts, the gloriously rounded orbs causing the cougar to cry out at the insistent thudding pain. Other times Scarlet pounded Tifa with her dense and firm boobs, the globes causing the seasoned fighter to whine in frustration at the suffering. On and on they kept hitting one another along the length of the cannon, coming perilously close to the edge at times.

And always, in far corner of their minds they could see Shiva and Siren fighting their own desperate war. Though Siren had a clear edge Shiva still fought back as if her life depended on it. And…Tifa realized with sudden shock…it was. It was a subtle thing, but she could see that as the two spirits kept their “arms” wrapped around one another Shiva was very slowly being absorbed into Siren. Then there would a shimmer and the absorbed portion would either be replaced or reclaimed and the process would slowly repeat.

“Focus on your own fight,” Siren’s said sharply as she felt Tifa’s attention waver. “You have to make her expend energy if we’re going to win this. I can barely hold her back as it is.”

Though their battle was spiritual to their hosts, to Shiva and Siren it was very physical. Both were absorbing each other’s energy while at the same time providing energy to keep the two mortals fighting. Siren had a six year deep reservoir of power to draw on but was unprepared for Shiva to put her very essence at risk in order to offset her disadvantage. This was her last gamble. In this kind of fight the winner could completely absorb the loser, rendering them completely submissive to the victor at best. Worst case they would cease to exist as their consciousness became one with the victor.

Their fight mirrored the pair below, bodies mashed together as they spun wildly through the air. “This was how it was always meant to be Siren,” Shiva declared, radiating cold and she snatched at the other being’s essence, flinching as the air turned hot. “The others always knew, that’s why they all kept out of it.”

“They stayed out of it because you pushed them all away.” Siren replied, siphoning off more of Shiva’s energy, responding to the mental backlash as Tifa seemed to briefly gain control of her blonde adversary. “You condemn me, but you never even reacted when Ifrit finally gave up and drifted away.”

“Ifrit…NO! Stop trying to distract me!” Shiva shouted, pushing at Siren and sending them into a wild tumble under the cannon’s frame. Siren halted the whirling and drew in even more from Shiva as the Ice Queen seemed to shudder and fall in on herself.

“You’ve been out of the game for too long Shiva, and your girl’s an amateur to boot.” Siren remarked as she recognized the markings of energy withdrawal. “I won’t need to do much at this rate.”

“Damn you!” Shiva cursed, though whether she was cursing Siren or Scarlet was up for debate. Then she felt Siren weaken and pulled her in such that they were on almost an equal footing as much of their bodies joined. A cruel smile crossed her beautiful face. “My girl might be an amateur, but she has a viciousness yours lacks.”

Siren had to agree with that assessment as she felt Tifa’s power usage halt and sudden sharp pain. “Siren…” she heard her call.

“TIFA!!” Frantically she reached out to the girl stunned at the sudden suffering she felt in her.

Scarlet groaned deeply as she kept swinging her tits to crash against Tifa’s. Her hair hung down her sweat stained face and legs shook with every smash. Despite how hard and how many times she hit her the cunt just wouldn’t go down. Then Scarlet found herself looking up at Tifa, confused, without an real recollection of how she ended up sitting on the cold metal.

“You should’ve just taken the win you blonde bimbo,” Tifa said, breathing heavily as she stepped back warily. “You think I haven’t been busy? I’ve had every bitch, cunt and occasional okay chick, looking to make a name for herself beating down my door once word got out. I AM the top bitch. And no small titted harridan with a chip on her shoulder’s going to make a lick of difference!”

“Small titted?” Scarlet repeated, her expression deceptively mild as she got back to their feet. Tifa’s tirade had given them both time to heal though the reddened bruises were still visible. “You clearly don’t mean THESE!”

The blow was sharp, painful and sent Tifa stumbling back several steps. “Oh, and I have more than a CHIP on my shoulder!” Scarlet snarled as she punched her tits into the brunette who boxed back. “I beat you Lockhart. I’m better than you!”

Tifa tried to respond but only managed a frustrated grunt as an enraged Scarlet pummeled her breasts with increasing violence. Angry now, the brunette slammed back equally viciously. Shouting in a mixture of pain and fury they dueled with their boobs, using them like a pair of maces, inflicting as much pain as fast as they could. The fleshy impacts were loud in their ears as they spitefully beat each other across the cannon, the ache in their tormented boobs growing with each step.

Scarlet aggressed, using the pain to fuel the rage and hate she felt for Tifa, swinging her boobs with more force than she could manage. If their tits didn’t smash together she’d have spun around uncontrollably…but they did so Scarlet didn’t and she forced Tifa step by step backwards until her trembling legs gave out and she slipped on the metal. “You’re mine Lockhart!” Scarlet snarled. Not wanting to waste her advantage Scarlet leapt at the fallen woman who shoved her back with extended legs before jumping back to her own feet.

“Not on your best day,” Tifa hissed as she swung at the unsteady blonde realizing that, with Shiva behind her, she couldn’t afford to hold back. Scarlet screamed as Tifa’s boobs slammed into her own like a pair of wrecking balls, sending her boobs wobbling outwards with each hit. She fought back furiously, her own shots making Tifa’s massive meat bags jiggle wildly, but the younger woman refused to let up and hammered their breasts together brutally. A final powerful blow and Scarlet howled in agony as she tumbled from her feet completing a single roll before she curled up, clutching at her savaged breasts.

“Get up…get up damn you!” Tifa shouted, her eyes shooting fire at the downed blonde. “This is what you wanted isn’t it!? Get up and fucking fight me!”

Scarlet gave a scream as she leap to her feet and charged Tifa who gave a yell of her own in response, lunging at the blonde. Slamming together, both cried out as they bounced off one another. Groaning in hoarse rage Tifa grabbed at Scarlet’s scraggly blonde hair, hauling the blonde in for a head on boob slam.

“Uungh. Fuck you, you fucking…” Scarlet grunted before wincing as Tifa pulled her for a second, arms wrapping around her neck. Baring her teeth Scarlet did the same and the SMACK as their tits crashed together caused two pair of eyes to water. “I won’t stop…OW…Lockhart. I’ll never…Nnnngh…stop!”

“Neither will…gghh…I” Tifa rasped back, no longer willing to fight it, embracing the hate of six years prior. Heaving their massive mammaries together, the pair squatted slightly to get the leverage, they beat them together in a mutual bosomy violence that had them both whimpering in each other’s ear. “I’m gonna…AGGHH…break you!”

“I’ll…GAHHH…kill you first!” Scarlet hissed, as the agony from their clapping breasts began to far outpace the regenerative process. Furious at the pain she attempted to increase the strength of her swings while using her superior height to bear down on Tifa. But the brunette responded quickly by swinging her breasts such that her spear like nipples punched into Scarlet’s sensitive undersides, bringing her back down to a level position.

Lost in a haze of pain and hate all the women could think of, all they wanted, was to punch through the dense tits of the one hurting her. Cheek to cheek they squealed in a terrible agony as their thick breasts clapped together at a steady, heavy pace. It was almost as if they were in a trance when first Tifa, then Scarlet would force a pause as they pushed into a grind that had both women moaning as their nipples swordfought in the broadly spreading teats. Once rested the skin peeled away painfully, as if the flesh itself refused to let go of it’s rival, before resuming the violent boob banging

A powerful blow rattled Scarlet causing the blonde to fall back, glassy eyed. Sensing final victory Tifa punched her boobs at the weakening woman who slugged back as best she could but the younger woman, smelling blood, thumped her breasts into a Scarlet who seemed barely able to stand. A final, solid blow knocked her to one knee and at the sight Tifa got careless. Charging forward eagerly she ran straight into vicious boob uppercut that almost knocked her off her feet. Though she kept her feet Tifa bent over, clutching at boobs that felt almost liquid from the force of the blow, face white as she hacked in agony.

“Fooled…you!” Scarlet gasped, and suddenly Tifa found herself on the defensive. Pounding her swollen orbs at Tifa’s suddenly defenseless udders she rocked the top heavy brunette with forceful blows. Desperately Tifa tried to pull Scarlet into a grind, but the mature blonde slapped away the grasping hands, continuing to crush her breasts into the younger woman’s. Driving her left tit into Tifa’s, Scarlet ground the rounded globe in deep and felt the girl’s horrified scream before it erupted from her mouth and she slumped forward into the blonde’s arms as her legs failed. Smiling, Scarlet cooed gently. “Oh no, no, no. Not after everything you’ve said…after everything you’ve done. Come on darling…I’m not done with you yet.”

“Uuunghh…no…I…” Tifa gasped out as Scarlet hefted her up, legs wobbling. Punching her boobs at Tifa, the girl staggered back, swinging as best she could, but after only five direct blows she rose onto her toes and fell forward into Scarlet’s arms again.

“Really, after all that talk…this is your best?” Scarlet whispered, blowing delicately at her ear before turning her to head so they were facing each other directly. Surprising even herself, she brushed her lips across Tifa’s in a light kiss. “You give up? You’ll be my personal plaything?

“I…” Tifa whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Yes? I promise only the first time will hurt.” Scarlet smiled, kissing at Tifa again, finding it oddly satisfying. “After that it’ll only get better.”

“I…got you!” Tifa suddenly surged, wrapping her arms tightly around Scarlet, trapping the blonde’s arms at her side.

“What!?” Scarlet reacted slowly, struggling wildly against the brunette’s grip. Even more horrifying was feeling Tifa’s breasts swelling against her own, pushing outward powerfully. “You cheating CUNT!”

“Turnabout’s…fair play,” Tifa gritted as she clenched her teeth and squeezed. Scarlet threw her head back screaming in pain, and in frustration. She twisted and writhed, grunting savagely as she tried to kick out at Tifa but lacked the leverage. Nonetheless her wild gyrations made it difficult for Tifa to maintain her grip, drenched as they were in sweat. One more powerful, crushing squeeze was all she could manage before dumping Scarlet onto the cannon. Even as her feet hit the metal the blonde lunged forward splattering on all four breasts together and sending Tifa stumbling back. Tifa slammed back, but Scarlet was drawing heavily on Shiva. She doubted that the Ice Queen could triumph over Siren and instead aimed to use her to get her vengeance.

Hands on her hips, Tifa slung her tits at Scarlet, trying to get a moment to recover, a moment the mature blonde refused to grant her. Swinging from the hip Scarlet pounded her breasts into the sides of Tifa’s heavily hanging orbs. While her own were sagging terribly, the effect on Tifa’s were dramatic due to the sheer weight. The pain must’ve been enormous, a thought that made Scarlet smile internally. As their breasts walloped together, Scarlet’s smaller boobs began smashing Tifa’s to the side of her body, causing the younger woman to take a step back. Another hit, another step. Tifa stumbled, righted herself and hit back, before taking another step to the rear.

Scarlet’s face was almost glowing with delight and power as she slowly took her young rival apart. Each time their boobs slammed together Tifa staggered and cried out while Scarlet advanced, swinging her firm, perfect boobs into the girl’s flopping, hanging tits. A brutal right on right swing and Tifa gave a croaking gasp as she tottered on unsteady feet, and would have falled had Scarlet not pulled her into an embrace.

“Ssshhh…” Scarlet whispered as she held Tifa gently, almost lovingly. Shifting the crying, sobbing woman around in her arms a frown appeared on the blonde’s face. Her breasts made frighteningly little headway into the brunette’s orbs. Pulling at her carefully, she felt Tifa arch in pain. “You tried your best, darling. But now it’s time. Just say the words and I’ll take away the pain.”

“I…I can’t…NO…I won’t!”

“You have to,” Scarlet hardened her voice, pushing her chest forward and giving a light grind. Tifa pushed back weakly but was unable to do much as her breasts quivered violently but still resisted Scarlet’s rack. Scarlet felt her globes slowly burrow into Tifa’s and shivered in almost orgasmic delight. Slowly she took several steps forward. “You must. It’s the only way for us to stop.”

“No…won’t quit.” Tifa panted, scrabbling with her feet as she tried to push Scarlet back. It was too much, desperately she turned inward to Siren’s fight with Shiva. “Siren…I…”

“Disappointing,” Scarlet murmured, squeezing Tifa to her again, reveling in the girl’s wail and the feel of her udders under her own. Shifting the limp woman until they were face to face Scarlet stared into Tifa’s hopeless eyes and kissed her deeply and with surprising passion. Pulling away she licked her lips at the look of dull outrage on the brunette’s stunned face before giving another firm kiss, shoving her tongue into the girl’s mouth. “One for the road. You were good Lockhart…I’ll almost miss you, but I don’t share. So if I can’t own you…”

With that she released Tifa and the girl stood on swaying legs before Scarlet gave her a gentle shove. Tifa gave a terrified shriek as she felt herself sliding down the edge of the cannon.

“Ow!” Cloud groaned as he sat up, looking around, confused. The grabbed at his shoulder at a sudden sharp pain.” Ugh!”

Grunting he gave the limb a tug and twist, grimacing as it set back into place. He looked over at his bike, wheels still spinning though bent to be completely useless. “What the hell…Bahamut. What happened?”

“Bahamut?” Cloud looked around. When alone or with friends he typically spoke openly to the dragonlord citing that it felt uncomfortable doing it mentally. But now he had no choice. “BAHAMUT!”

“I can hear you, no need to shout.” Bahamut replied, somewhat peevishly.

“What happened? How long was I out?”

“Not long. We ran into a barrier that tore my essence from your form.” The dragon replied. “It wasn’t pleasant for either of us.”

“A  barrier…who…?”

“I’m guessing the wind witch and the ice queen are at it again. I don’t understand why she’s so sympathetic to that one.” He replied. “I cannot assist you from here. I COULD break the barrier if I expended enough energy, but depending on the condition of those two the backlash could be damaging to your mate.”

“It’s fine…” Cloud muttered loudly as he heard the chopping sound of helicopter blades. He’d hoped to have reached the cannon by now and had the women separated, but maybe a little humiliation was what both needed. Running to his bike he rummaged around the compartment under the seat, slinging a small pack over his shoulder, and raising the gun to fire off a flare. “Just hope I’m in time.”

“Tifa…TIFA!!”

“Si…ren?” Tifa groaned as she came back to her senses, then quickly shot up into a sitting position as she remembered the terror of falling. Looking around she found herself on a large metal catwalk along the side of the cannon. Then she remembered.

While falling she’d instinctively tapped into her connection with Siren and used wind to slow her fall and shove her body in the catwalk’s direction.

“You little FOOL!!” Siren exploded. “I wondered why Shiva was feeling so weak. What were you thinking!?”

“I thought I could hold her off long enough for you to finish Shiva,” Tifa admitted, feeling stronger as Siren poured strength into her. Getting to her feet she tentatively felt at her body and then her breasts, sighing as she felt them slowly recovering. “Scarlet took me by surprise with just how deep she went.”

“We’re working together here Tifa, you need to remember that.” Siren replied, allowing Tifa brief access to her own fight with Shiva. The Ice queen was clearly diminished but even as Tifa watched, Siren slowly began to shrink. And to her horror, Tifa realized it matched her recovery. “Do you understand? You’d have helped more by just tapping into our link enough to fight back. We are both stronger than them, but they’re relying on our sense of fair play. And…one more thing you need to know…”

Tifa staggered to her feet as Siren trailed off. She glanced upwards. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been out, but it couldn’t have been long so SHE couldn’t have gotten far. Shoving back her hair she carefully made her way across the metal walkway. Assuming it wasn’t broken at some point…

“…He’ll be here soon.”

Tifa felt a slight chill at that. When Cloud saw her condition he would be enraged…both at Scarlet and at her. She quickened her pace, then paused as she heard a soft rattling.

“You really are like a bad itch…” Flinging her head back Tifa looked up to see Scarlet glaring down at her from a platform several meter’s above. “I guess you were right about why Siren didn’t stop fighting…yes, yes, don’t you tell me what to do. Concern yourself with your own bitch.”

Tifa felt an odd sense of disconnect at seeing Scarlet seemingly talking to herself. Though she knew it was Shiva the blonde was arguing with it still felt wrong. Shaking her head she stared hard at the blue eyed blonde above her. “You tried to kill me to crazy cunt.”

“What’s your point?” Scarlet cocked her head as she leaned casually on the railing. “You think this is a game, Tifa Lockhart? I’ve always played for keeps and I told you…I don’t like sharing my toys. If you won’t submit to me, then I’ll just have to make sure no one will have you.”

“You…you really ARE crazy!” Tifa declared, rooted to the spot by Scarlet’s casual pronouncement.

“I’m very sane actually,” Scarlet replied before disappearing behind the railing. Moving forward warily the walkway opened up into a large platform at the end of which she caught sight of a circular stairwell…and a rapidly descending blonde figure. As she reached the bottom Scarlet paused as she and Tifa squared off again. Her eyes flickered over Tifa’s wet body, noting with irritation the girl’s recovery. “How did you see this ending Lockhart? I will admit I surprised myself with what I did…but if you won’t quit then so be it. I’ll win by being the only one to walk away.”

“Why don’t you come over here and try that?” Tifa challenged, drawing confidence from the pale bruises that dotted Scarlet’s milky upper torso. Either what happened earlier was a fluke or Shiva was holding out on her. Then she shook her head, she didn’t have time for those kind of thoughts.

“Don’t disappoint me,” Scarlet replied, shaking her breasts at  Tifa. Then she smiled. “It’s always more fun destroying someone when they think they have a chance.”

For a long moment they stood still before Tifa smirked and took a step back. Scarlet frowned at the move, stepping forward. But as the brunette took another careful step back she understood and her nostrils flared. She waited as Tifa gained enough distance before tossing her head. Running at one another in a careful lope they sped up the last few meters before slamming into one another, full on. Their breasts crushed together as their chests, stomachs and mounds crashed together, hanging in the air, before they recoiled off of one another. Faces showcasing agony Tifa fell back several steps while Scarlet lost her footing, falling to the metal floor. Tifa stared down at the blonde, giving a contemptuous snort. Furiously, Scarlet scrambled back to her feet as Tifa quickly retreated back to her end of the platform.

This time Scarlet moved first, breasts bouncing as she ran at Tifa and, when they smashed together, this time it was the brunette that fell the floor skidding slightly on the metal. Tossing back her blonde hair, Scarlet smiled down at Tifa, bouncing her breasts in her hands as the girl shot back up and they rushed back to opposite sides. This time they abandoned any sense of care and sprinted at one another the floor rattling ominously before launching themselves at one another. Boobs splattering together both screamed at the sharp pain, then Scarlet shrieked as Tifa’s momentum carried her over the blonde and her full weight crashed on the mature’s body. Both saw stars as their foreheads smacked together and they rolled apart.

Panting heavily they scrambled again to their feet, backing up again…and then took several more steps back before taking off. Their breasts bounced wildly before splattering together as blonde and brunette threw their bodies together. Both pair of boobs collapsed in on another with loud meaty SMACK as they hung in the air and their bodies became entangled as fell in a writhing clump of suffering feminine flesh.

“Ow…ow…you little…BITCH!” Scarlet snarled, clutching at her reddened breasts. “I’m going to fuck you up SO bad!”

“You already tried that and failed!” Tifa groaned back. Pushing herself onto her knees she glared at the downed blonde. “Wanna try again, I’m right here, you bleached bimbo. COME ON!!”

“TRASH!” Scarlet screamed, coming to her knees and sending Tifa’s boob bouncing with a ferocious punch. The girl screeched at the pain, lashing out in retaliation, fist digging deep into the older woman’s right tit. Shrieking in fury and pain both beauties hurled clenched fists into bouncing boobs and occasionally across angry faces. The fact that the bruises they inflicted on one another cleared up almost as fast as they inflicted them was not lost on the pair as Tifa delivered a cracking blow that knocked Scarlet onto her back. Breathing heavily Scarlet rubbed at her jaw as the pain faded, glaring at how the scratches on Tifa’s face and breasts slowly sealed shut.

“You’re damn lucky I can’t just pummel you into submission,” Tifa hissed hatefully. “Get off your ass. We’re not stopping until YOU can’t move!!”

“In your dreams you flabby slut!” Scarlet spat back, jumping to her knees. Shuffling forward eagerly Tifa acted first this time, grabbing at her shoulders and yanking at her so their breasts clapped together loudly. Grunting at blow Scarlet wrapped her arms around Tifa’s neck, grabbing at her disheveled hair, and smacked her boobs head on into the brunette’s. Tifa shifted her own arms grabbing at Scarlet’s ragged, sodden, hair and thrust back. Loud PLOPS mingled with the occasional sharp WHACK at the obsessed women fought on with frightening severity.

Grunts quickly became gasps which then turned to shrill screams as both maintained steady, deliberate pace, pounding their swollen racks together even while their upper bodies bounced on their legs. Focused as they were on each other, both failed to notice the dramatic slowing of the healing process.

“You sure it’s her?” Elena shouted to be heard over the rotor blades.

“You know of any other blonde that would cause Tifa to just run off on her own?” Cloud shouted back.

“Well…” Elena considered the question. Despite the fact that many were irritated by how handily she tended to beat challengers…with few exceptions…Tifa was surprisingly popular since she didn’t lord over others. Even though she’d WANTED to hate the woman in those early years it was surprisingly difficult.

“But why now?” Reeve called from the pilot seat. “Why wait all this time?”

“You worked with her. You tell me.” Cloud replied loudly, focusing his attention on the cannon that grew larger as they got closer. It had been so long he’d forgotten just how massive the damn thing was. “Tifa told me the last time she fought Scarlet they nearly killed each other. And unlike last time we don’t have a crumbling building to get them to stop.”

“How did Scarlet manage that?” Reeve asked. “I’ve never even heard a rumor of her getting into a physical fight before. I can’t see her going up against Tifa.”

An awkward silence filled the cockpit. “Shit!” Cloud cursed quietly, his concern making him forget that Reeve was one of those not in the know about the pair’s extended history. Then loudly. “Neither can I, but maybe she cooked some materia in that lab of hers.”

“I suppose…I mean, I heard about what Hojo did to himself.” Reeve called back, but his face showed he wasn’t convinced. Cloud ignored him and focused his attention on the cannon. It had to be here, unless they’d crossed paths sooner than Scarlet intended. “The wind up here is pretty rough, so hold on tight. Landing this isn’t going to be easy.”

“GAAAHH!” Scarlet wailed as her prized boobs kept being smashed by Tifa’s prodigious monsters. The pain was enormous, dwarfing anything she’d ever experienced, but she couldn’t…wouldn’t…stop slamming her breasts into Tifa’s. The girl’s choking sobs lending her strength with the knowledge that she was hurting as bad as Scarlet was feeling. So she flung her tortured tits to duel with Tifa’s in almost frantic desperation.

“AHHH…UUNGH…” Tifa’s squeals were shrill as Scarlet’s frighteningly firm jugs kept burrowing into her her own massive mammaries. The pain was terrible but, based on Scarlet’s screams, she knew the blonde was feeling it as bad if not worse. She’d released her grip on the blonde’s hair, the sweat drenched locks difficult to maintain a firm hold, and instead wrapped her arms around Scarlet’s neck until her hands rested on opposite shoulders swinging her heaving orbs into Scarlet’s with frenzied urgency.

But despite the increasing pain neither determined woman showed any inclination of stopping. Tifa screamed into Scarlet’s face even while Scarlet shrieked into Tifa’s and they beat their taut, heavy teats together in mindless brutality. Entire bodies trembled with each loud, fleshy impact and tears mingled with the sweat that flowed down their faces. Blood engorged nipples also came into play, stabbing and crossing as their boobs beat together adding a maddening sense of arousal to their fight that had their stomachs slapping together as they unconsciously humped at each other.

Neither had any sense of time. Only two things mattered now, the terrible pain radiating from their breasts, and the need to keep beating those same heavy orbs into those of their tormentor. Each crash of flesh or savage strike had boobs wobbling like jelly as the four lumps of flesh at the heart of this bitter rivalry were dramatically softer and more pliable than they had ever been. And it was at this time that Tifa felt Scarlet tense, the older woman throwing her head back bawling at the cannon over their heads. Surprised at the sudden cry the brunette hammered her boobs in Scarlet’s once…twice…three times. On the fourth strike the blonde mature gave a guttural shriek as she fell onto her back, writhing in agony, before rolling onto her stomach.

Sobbing freely Tifa slumped to her knees, then collapsed onto her face, clutching at her throbbing boobs that felt as if they’d swollen almost two cup sizes. She sought to draw more power, but felt herself blocked. “Si…Siren…” she pulsed, frightened. her worry only increased at Siren’s lack of response response. She had a brief mental image of her and Shiva still grappling around the cannon, but now the two shared a single lower body with the split just above their extremities. She then felt a brief surge…all Siren could spare. Needing to help her bondmate Tifa gritted her teeth and pushed herself up onto quivering arms, throwing back her head in time to catch Scarlet twist her head around to stare at her.

While her entire body ached, it felt like her tits were on fire. Giving croaking sobs Scarlet pulled frantically at Shiva’s power trying to ease the suffering and getting but a few dregs before being cut off. The cool metal she rested on helped somewhat but at the same time reminded her of just how bad a condition her breasts were in. And that brought back the familiar anger. Raising her head off the floor she turned to catch Tifa staring at her. Resting on her hands and knees the younger woman’s boobs hung heavily and barely resembled the almost perfect spheres they’d originally been.

“Come to beg for…for mercy?” Scarlet smiled painfully as she twisted around to face Tifa completely. “Or shall I…milk those udders of yours…again…cow…”

“I’d…I’d offer to milk yours…” Tifa spat, smiling back at how low Scarlet’s tits were. “But it’d be…pointless on a…a dried up old bitch like you!”

“Saggy titted little tramp.”

“Gold digging old bag.”

Snarling out the most vile insults and threats they could think of both women crawled in a circle, taking the chance to get a brief respite. But their blood was up and both knew they’d been fighting for some time. Scarlet had intended to finish off Tifa long before now and had come damn close. Self preservation would dictate she find some way to escape for now, there would always be other opportunities, but she was long past that. She refused to pull out before finally settling things with the brunette bitch who had made her home in her head. There were only two ways she was stopping. Either Tifa on her back, begging Scarlet to stop, or watching the terror on her face as she fell to the ground. With that in mind she gradually crawled closer to the other woman. As soon as she got in range, she lunged…

Tifa had the same thing in mind as their bodies slammed together, but instead of going around the back hands grabbed for breasts, fingers curling into the mass of flesh as their bodies rose up high on their knees. Crashing as close as they were, their arms were trapped between their bodies while hands pulled sore orbs upwards. Breathing rapidly neither woman looked away, maintaining a focused stare as lips twitched and rapid tics formed under eyes.

“I’ll…rip…them off…” Scarlet gasped, reiterating her threat years prior. Twisting her fingers she jammed broken nails into Tifa’s still heavy titflesh trying to make good on that threat. She smiled at the hitching gasps forced from between Tifa’s lips as she dragged those nails cruelly across her tormented skin.

“I’ll crush…them.” Tifa rasped, exerting her strength, twisting and shoving at Scarlet’s boobs. In this she had some success as the blonde slowly sank to sit on her legs as she also banged the globes together repeatedly, pressing them together as hard as she could. But despite the pain the blonde’s eyes never wavered, wet blue staring into moist brown as she slowly rose back level and they continued to savagely maul each other.

Grabbing and shoving. Pushing and tearing. It was finally registering, the level they’d sunk, in their desperate need to prove their superiority. Growls and angry snarls mixed with pained cries and shouts of agony to the point it was difficult to differentiate one from the other. Or even who it had originated from. Swaying side to side and back and forth, slick breasts being crushed and scratched and tugged, the women despaired at the pain, almost swooning in agony even as breastflesh oozed between their fingers.

Scarlet’s hands then twitched, and her fingers slipped briefly from Tifa’s swollen boobs before re-affirming their grip. Then Tifa’s arms spasmed, tearing her hands from the blonde’s sweaty tits before she got them back under control, latching back onto the orbs. Hands slipped from their targets more and more frequently, the sweat also making grips difficult. To gain some relief both sank back onto their haunches, dark and blonde heads butting together as they dropped, breath hissing out from between clenched teeth.

“Fuck…fuck…” Tifa whimpered, barely able to think straight from the pain. Her left hand flexed, almost dropping Scarlet’s loose boob, before she dug back in, mindlessly crushing the soft flesh. She could hear the blonde’s hitched gasps as she pinched painfully at Tifa’s nipple. Gasps that turned into an uncontrolled weeping as the younger woman grasped at the glands behind the blonde’s own spikes and twisted mercilessly.

“Da…damn you…” Scarlet sobbed, suddenly collapsing backwards, her fingers torn from Tifa’s boobs. However the brunette had been in the process of yanking at the blonde’s pliable breasts, the move pulling Scarlet into Tifa’s arms as her fingers slipped again. Now head over shoulder, both women remained almost motionless as Scarlet’s arms hung limply at their sides and Tifa held her carefully while their breasts brushed lightly in time with their heavy breathing as they rested.

Tifa had trouble focusing as she held the blonde’s trembling body. Scarlet was open and defenseless as she cried over Tifa’s shoulder but she was barely conscious of that. Instead her mind moved to Mikoto, and her words from long ago, so clearly she thought the woman was there with them.

“Everytime we stepped into a ring or an arena only the winner would walk out, but not unaided. Sometimes not even that. Finally we both agreed to settle it in private. We beat each other senseless, came to, and did it again. And again. Over and over until, at some point, it felt like I was fighting on auto pilot. All that mattered was I HAD to keep fighting. But then something changed, and I realised I no longer felt all the hostility…all the resentment anymore. When I looked at her as we kept beating one another all I saw just another opponent. It was as if she’d finally beat it into me how pointless it all was. When I came to and found her lying unconscious on top of me, I just pushed her off me, got dressed, and left.”

“I’ve always hated how…well you could read me…” Tifa murmured to the hallucination. She felt Scarlet move at her words, and shifted the woman around in her arms. Scarlet was to her what that woman was…had been to Mikoto. “You knew this…would happen. But you…lost that fight. I…won’t…”

“What…what are you doing Lockhart,” Scarlet groaned quietly, grabbing at Tifa. “Going…Gonna run away…like last time?”

Tifa twitched at the taunt, instead tightening her own grip on her blonde adversary. “But maybe you really are the better woman Mikoto…” She thought to herself. “Because I can’t just walk away.”

“I’m not going anywhere you stu…stupid cunt.” Tifa’s voice was hoarse as her hands circled higher between Scarlet’s shoulder blades. “I gave you a…chance. Now I’m going…going to finish this!”

Scarlet then wailed as Tifa crushed their bodies together, her arms going under the brunette’s. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. She was supposed to win. Pumping and thrusting with her boobs she forced their bodies, and breasts, apart. “I’m bett…better than you, Lockhart.” She rasped, glaring into the brunette’s dazed and tired face, grasping just below her shoulders, before slapping her left tit across Tifa’s. “You hear me? I’M…BETTER!”

“No…I am!” Tifa grunted as she winced from the sting as she rotated to swing her own breast to flop against Scarlet’s. Her hands slid down to grip at the blonde mature’s waist, shifting their bodies back and forth slowly but steadily to hurl their aching udders forcefully into it’s opposite. SPLAT and then SMACK, and then SPLAT again, as Tifa cringed from the pain as they kept beating their breasts together. Yet, at the same time, it was oddly tolerable. Then their boobs splashed together with a violent WHACK and though Tifa fell backwards, stunned, it was Scarlet screamed and collapsed onto her side clutching at her chest.

“You bitch…you trash!” Scarlet screeched, slapping away Tifa’s hands as her young rival reached for her, dragging herself back to her knees and jabbing her boobs at the brunette who had also made her way back up. Boxing their tits to stab into each other’s soft orbs Scarlet bounced her body aggressively forward with every other hit, their pussies and stomachs slapping together. Tifa hit back viciously taking heart at Scarlet’s sudden collapse and, as right hit right, their broad boobs swelling outwards and upwards she yelled in effort and swung with her left to hammer it brutally into Scarlet’s left teat. At the THWACK of the blow the blonde simply sagged to the side with a choking wail.

“Stay…stay down,”Tifa croaked, almost begging, as she fell forward onto her hands. Yet Scarlet wearily pushed back to her knees, still bright eyes glaring intently. Shuffling together they hurled their tits to smash together with hollow thuds while faces contorted at the resumption of the torture. Each blow caused both beauties to arch in pain before swinging again with the other breast. And even Scarlet was surprised when Tifa was the one that, when their soft boobs flattened and recoiled, screamed and fell onto her back rocking as she clutched at her chest.

“Yeah…that’s right!” Scarlet shouted, her voice guttural. Blue eyes glittering she panted eagerly as she crawled to, and over Tifa’s sweat drenched body. In a move of sudden spite she grabbed at the girl’s white cotton panties, ripping the damp fabric easily. “A slut like you has little…need for that anyway.” She gasped.

“Lockhart…wake up…” Scarlet cooed as crawled up the unresisting woman’s body. She slapped experimentally at the still impressive orbs as she reached Tifa’s chest, getting no response. “Passed out again? You…you’re making this too GAHHH…!!!”

Exploding in an action that had her muscles shrieking in protest Tifa grabbed at Scarlet as soon as the woman was level to her and spun her over onto the ground. “Those…were…a…gift!” She hissed at the blonde’s shocked face, pinning her shoulders to the grating. Her left hand flew down the mature’s curves to grasp at the silk panties, a simple tug ripping the light material easily. “Now we’re even.”

“YOU CUNT!” Scarlet snarled, flipping Tifa over with a sudden energy that the girl quickly matched. Rolling across the platform the two naked femmes wrestled fiercely, the outrage at being stripped giving them a burst of energy that they now poured into the other woman. The stink of the sweat the coated them mixed with the scent of sex as their wild tangle also brought their uncovered mounds into conflict and screams of unwanted pleasure mixed with the angry shouts and savage grunts.

But despite the wildness of their fight the core of their conflict still remained and whether they rolled rapidly across the metal, or slowed to a crawl, they kept their breasts plastered together as they screamed their frustration into each others face. Arms crushing upper bodies mercilessly would tighten with frightening strength as legs crossed and their pussies slapped together in a fight of their own while faces contorted and hips jerked furiously.

“Those were…from Rufus…” Scarlet panted as she bore down on Tifa, pumping her still heavy boobs down onto the dark haired woman, who’s cries were loud and insistent. Bodies rocking urgently the pair made several slow rotations, whining loudly in fear, as neither could control the other and both fought to remain on top. Landing side by side both thrust and mashed their battered breasts together, trying to force the other woman over. Slowly Tifa began to overturn the blonde but, displaying what she’d learned, Scarlet didn’t fight as she felt herself going over. Borrowing what she’d learned watching Tifa and Viola’s fight she pulled at the brunette, continuing the roll instead of being pinned.

They paused at the fifth rotation with Tifa ending up slightly on top with Scarlet wedged against the chainlinked railing. Pressing down hard the brunette drew several sharp piping cries from the blonde before they started back in the opposite direction. After only three rolls Tifa found herself back on top and dropped her monsters to splash onto a tired Scarlet. The blonde bellowed at the sharp pain, tightening her hold on the brunette. Gasping heavily Tifa blinked sweat out of her eyes squealing loudly as Scarlet pounded her breasts with surprising energy, forcing them back onto their sides, before snarling and ramming her tits back into Scarlet’s, angry at giving up her dominant position.

Sobbing at the pain, eyes squeezed shut, Scarlet couldn’t see the anguish reflected in Tifa’s eyes as they kept battering their flattened chests together. As their demonstrably softened boobs flailed and squashed together their still stiff and distended nipples continued to deliver pain and pleasure. Stabbing deeply into glowing red tits had the women twisting with pain while when they met and fought had them whimpering at the sharp electric sensations. It was in one of these passing’s where, instead of just sliding past both pair of spikes met head on in a collision that had both women spasm, clutching tightly at one another. “Oh God…oh God…” Scarlet whimpered, eyes fluttering open to the torment on her brunette enemy’s face.

“Shit…shit…fuck…” Tifa moaned, only too aware that her nipples had long been her weakness. But it just felt so damn good, despite the hurt. Mashing their tits together Tifa threw her head back in a soundless scream as their nipples still dueled evenly within the confines of their titflesh. She could hear Scarlet panting, and feel her hot breath on their cleavage. The only good thing was that apparently Scarlet was affected as badly by the pain and pleasure since if she could’ve pushed her over had she tried.

Bodies rocking, both women moaned as they slowly rolled their boobs together and their hips slapped together intermittently. The end came quickly with first both pair of spikes angling upwards to peek out from between the four mounds and this time Scarlet joined Tifa in throwing her head back, and mouth wide open. Barely a minute later a screech forced it’s out of her raw throat as Tifa’s nipples dropped back to their original position while her own were shoved completely horizontal. Thrashing wildly in the young woman’s arms Scarlet managed to force Tifa onto her back, but her only concern was getting away.

With Scarlet writhing in frantic fear Tifa had difficulty keeping the blonde mature under control as they rolled wildly back and forth. Finally, with an explosive burst, Scarlet rolled free as Tifa fell backwards, heaving in exhaustion. Scarlet crashed into the railing and lay on her stomach, eyes wide with shock. Painfully twisting her head to the side she focused bleary eyes on the brunette in the process of sitting up. Her long hair obscured her face and body until she flipped it over her head. The sight of Tifa’s twin peaks taunting her at their victory drove Scarlet on as she dragged herself onto tottering legs, using the railing to support herself. “We’re…not…done.” She gasped as Tifa turned to look at her. “I’m going…going…to bite those fucking things off…see if I don’t!”

“Just…try it…” Tifa panted, sitting back on her haunches. “I’ve had it…with you. Get over here so I…I can finish what my nipples started.”

“I’m going to destroy you…Lockhart…you hear me!” Scarlet coughed at how raw her throat felt, stamping on the metal, before fixing Tifa in a stare. Then a smile crossed her face. “When I’m done…with you…your precious Cloud’ll find every…every excuse to visit your dear…sister. Oh yes…I know all about…THAT!”

“It’s no secret you…stupid slut, but if you wanted to…to encourage me to…to finish the job…” Tifa, throat also hoarse and hurting, pushed herself onto shaking legs and staggered over to within grabbing distance of Scarlet. Her eyes never left the blonde’s as she spread her arms mockingly. “Here…woman to woman…you blonde baby snatcher. Until you can’t go…go on.”

With a tormented groan Scarlet threw herself at Tifa, into those waiting arms, embracing her like long lost lovers finally reuniting. The fleshy collision as blonde smashed into brunette had Tifa teetering as if she would fall, before her own arms went circled Scarlet’s back and she forced them back to an upright position. Both felt pain instantly as their tortured boobs squashed tightly together and spread easily and readily. Tifa’s triumphant nipples made their presence felt almost immediately, stabbing at the sore, and tender, orbs like sharp needles. Scarlet ignored this, gritting her teeth, butting heads with Tifa and shoving her breasts strongly at the younger woman. What was a little pain against the pleasure of seeing her hated foe finally broken and at her mercy.

Panting heavily, Tifa thrust back at Scarlet, her boobs flattening and flowing over the blonde’s smaller pair before filling back out slightly as their holds relaxed. Her nipples actually managing to bend Scarlet’s had restored a measure of her confidence but she didn’t let it get to her. Jaw clenching as they strained, crushing their boobs together, Tifa had no problem acknowledging that Scarlet would’ve ultimately won their last encounter. That it may have been because of outside interference was of little consequence…what mattered was that Scarlet was still fighting strong and Tifa could feel her boobs struggling against the blonde’s.

Moaning deeply Scarlet sucked air into her lungs as the pressure let off briefly before thrusting her boobs back into Tifa’s, arms tightening again. This was what she’d been waiting for. A head on tit to tit comparison. Her incomparable boobs had proven their superiority over Tifa’s larger breasts in this kind of fight previously, and this time would be no different. Even now she could hear her moans becoming more insistent. She could feel her boobs pushing deeper into the girl’s titflesh each time they crushed their bodies together. 

“Uungh,” Tifa groaned as she felt her rear brush against the cold metal of the guard railing. Leaning forward she pushed back against Scarlet, forcing the woman to backpedal, angling them back towards the center of the platform where they shuffled back and forth on trembling legs that seemed ready to give out. Josy, Mikoto, Elizabeth. Three women Tifa always knew could beat her if she took them lightly. But none of them she’d try to avoid. The only woman on that pedestal was the one who’s savage grunts she now echoed as they did their best to crush the other. Not out of fear…or rather not out of fear OF the woman. But rather a fear of what Scarlet made her become. Muscles straining Tifa stared hard into Scarlet’s face, seeking a sign of weakness. Instead the blonde stared back at her with confident, icy blue eyes.

“Keep…looking.” Scarlet spat, tensing her arms and driving her boobs forward, a smile forming at Tifa’s pained cry. The smile widened as she felt the woman’s boobs drop slightly below her own. Just like before, her boobs were slowly overwhelming the supposed queen’s pair, and she knew it too. The realization seeping into Lockhart’s eyes made Scarlet groan in pleasure, “I can feel it…can you Lockhart? Those boobs you…you flaunted at me…are almost completely flat.”

Tifa panted, not responding to Scarlet’s taunts, but cried out again as their bodies crushed together and her quivering legs slumped lower.

“Louder, Lockhart. Scream louder for me.” Scarlet rasped, leaning over slightly, her head over Tifa’s shoulder. She then grunted as she felt the girl fighting back and a sudden yelp was forced from her lips as Tifa’s nipples slashed against her own boobs. Blood red lips breathed lightly at the sweating brunette’s ear. “Stubborn cunt. Hope you…have formula. Cause your brats aren’t getting…getting anything out of these when I’m done.”

Tifa’s eyes flashed at that and her breathing picked up as her boobs suddenly bulged outwards, setting Scarlet’s own ample flesh rippling. The sudden expansion tilted the blonde backwards and Tifa quickly levelled them back off, pumping her sore orbs at a Scarlet that fell back several steps in surprise. Butting foreheads together Tifa snarled at Scarlet. “Big mistake you old…cunt.”

Scarlet merely sneered and thrust her own globes into Tifa’s pair as they shuffled around the platform still locked in their mutual bearhug. Snapping and biting at noses and moist lips both felt the uncomfortable arousal building again as their bodies crushed and ground together as arms tightened and then separated as they loosened. Mewling in frustration both refused to release the other, so pain and pleasure continued to build, vying for dominance.

“Stop…distracting me. Cheating whore,” Scarlet moaned shrilly as she forced Tifa back several steps, their tits pancaking, the flesh turgid and shining as it was stretched tight between them. Her legs then trembled as Tifa, face screwed up, rammed her her boobs at Scarlet forcing the woman into retreat until her back hit the corner pole.

“Da…damn it. Why you…why you?!” Tifa groaned as she rotated her chest, trying to grind down the blonde’s stubborn teats. None of the women she’d fought over the years had ever caused her to react like this. It was if her entire body was at war with the older woman. Keeping her trapped in the corner as they kept pumping and thrusting their boobs in a seemingly unending cycle, their stomachs and privates also bumped up against one another with increasing frequency.

Both women gave sharp keening cries at increasingly regular intervals as they wrapped their bodies tightly together trying to force the other woman to quit before…before… Sobbing into each other’s ear their bodies rebelled against their control and then they screamed as their breasts bulged, spreading to rest against their arms, as they squashed them together harder than they had for the entire fight. A brief lapse as they fought for control before Tifa gave a piercing shriek and her bearhug forced their tits into such compression that Scarlet screamed in pain and her grip on the brunette faltered. Her hips pumped wildly forcing Scarlet’s bum to slam up against the metal pole in a manner that should quickly become painful, if not for the fact that the blonde gave a series of piping cries that began to meld with the brunette’s. Cries that soon reached a crescendo as the pleasure surged through their loins to explode in a burst that had them cross eyed.

“The fuck…” Cloud paused as he heard an echoing pair of screams. But the way the wind was blowing made determining it’s origin all but impossible. Frustrated, and not a little worried now, he sought out Bahamut.

“What’s the worst case scenario if you break down the barrier?”

“I told you…it depends on the condition of the two in conflict.” Bahamut replied, his voice still clear despite the distance. “If they’re still strong, maybe just a headache or a brief period of unconsciousness. But…”

“I asked for the worst.” Cloud snapped, his worry overriding his usual caution when dealing with the dragonlord.

“If her spirit has been weakened it could lead leave her in a long sleep…I believe you call it a coma.”

“Dammit,” Cloud swore as weighed his options. Siren always beat Shiva, if she was to be believed, but she and Scarlet had had years to come up with a plan for dealing with their rivals. He pursed his lips. The longer he took the worst it would be…but he couldn’t risk it…not yet.

“Shall I do it?’

“Yes…I’d rather avoid the option if I could, but right now speed is priority. Just…try to minimize the backlash if you can.”

“Interesting,” Bahamut’s serpentine lips curled into a toothy smile as he drew several runes in the air as he began drawing on his power. “Seven!”

Wearily, Tifa stumbled back, barely managing to maintain her footing as she felt fluids running down the inside of her leg. Worse to her was seeing the small spots of white on the metallic flooring. Touching a tentative finger to her breasts they came away white and she clenched a fist, fighting back a sob at what she’d allowed herself to become. Just to fight some blonde granny…M, hell probably even Jo, would’ve been laughing, at least until she punched the bitch. Speaking of which, Tifa stared over at where Scarlet lay.

Sliding down to the floor, Scarlet’s expression remained dazed. She could feel her own cum between her legs and she was sitting in both hers and Tifa’s… She sniffed, and touched at her breasts, fingers coming away white. “HmhmhmkyaHAHAHA!” The cackle built up slowly as she grabbed hold of the railing, levering herself up. Running a hand through her hair she gazed over at where Tifa stood, the splash of white around her nipples stark against her tan. “Promise made, promise kept Lockhart. So what do we do now?”

“That’s up to you,” Tifa replied, coughing. “You had enough yet? Or do we need to degrade ourselves a…little more?”

“A little degradation means…means little to me.” Scarlet said as she began circling right to the younger woman. “I have nothing left Lockhart. Your little group made sure of that. So I’ll have my pound of flesh by finishing what we started and taking your pride.”

“Shinra destroyed itself,” Tifa snapped as she circled left. “But you are right. We’re finishing this. If I have to return the favor and throw you off this platform…so be it.”

Scarlet smiled grimly at that and twisted her body, presenting a profile. Though diminished her breasts still retained a somewhat rounded shape, though the way they swayed in time with her movements displayed a lack of firmness. Tifa also shifted her body as they moved closer. Her larger breasts flowed more down than outward but her proud nipples still pointed straight at the girl’s facing. Slowly and on weak legs they angled closer, closer, dark brown eyes never leaving cold blue. Too eager Tifa swung first, but struck nothing as Scarlet jumped back, her eyes mocking. Twisting her hips she gave a few baiting thrusts at the brunette who snorted at the effort.

“Six!”

Stalking closer together Scarlet swung her boobs even as Tifa heaved her monsters to smash together in a violent impact that shook both beauties to their core. For all their bravado neither thought the other capable of such a blow at this late stage. The realization that this would not be a swift end made them feel sick at the thought of the pain. Anger again fueled their muscles. Instead of focusing on the pain they focused on the one responsible for it. Angry blue eyes glared into furious brown eyes as they hurled their tits to splash together, flattening and throbbing before collapsing back onto their chests limply.

Screaming in a maddened haze of fury and hate they pounded their tormented breasts together as first Tifa, then Scarlet, then Tifa again forced the other to backpedal before in turn being hammered into retreat.

Flinging her boobs to smack savagely into Scarlet’s Tifa shrieked at the painful stinging as she was forced backwards by the mature blonde’s vicious and relentless breast blows. The pain was almost unbearable as her breasts barely resembled the heavy, perfectly rounded orbs that incited both desire and jealousy in those that saw them. “You could just quit…give her what she wants.” A rebellious corner of her mind pointed out. It would end the pain. While an end to the pain was something she dearly wanted, there was something she wanted more. And that was Scarlet beaten and broken at her feet. With everything between them that was the only thing that would satisfy her now. With that in mind Tifa dug into her reserves and swung her right boob to crash brutally into Scarlet’s. The ferocity of the hit caused Tifa to cry out, but it stunned the blonde woman who now fell back in the face of Tifa’s pounding strikes.

“Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!!” Scarlet screamed internally as she felt herself stagger at the force behind Tifa’s boob blows. She heard not only Tifa’s squeals as their glands splattered together, but her own ragged wails at each crushing impact. The pain was beyond agony and the perfect breasts that Rufus had loved to suck on as they fucked were now a shadow of their former magnificence. Outrage bubbled up past the pain and she shrieked as she swung her left breast to slam savagely into Tifa’s. It was the hardest hit either had absorbed thus far and sent both stumbling back as before Tifa sank to her knees and Scarlet fell back almost supine. Their twin screech of pain echoed and was heard by three pair of ears.

“Five!”

Cocking her head Elena strained as she heard what sounded like a cry on wind. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was expecting to find. She still remembered the first time she’d seen Tifa and Scarlet fighting and had been surprised to learn that Scarlet had actually won that fight. Since then she had witnessed Tifa in several fights at Gold Saucer, though she’d not yet built up the courage to participate. Frustrated she dug out her PHS. “Cissnei, I thought I heard something, anything on your end?”

“I heard it too, but the acoustics in here make it impossible to pinpoint.” Cissnei was searching several levels lower than Elena but was inside the bowels of the gunwork, near to the tracks that once moved the great cannon. “Hard to believe she’s back after all this time. And if that was them, that she’s giving Tifa such a fight.”

“Why…you’ve seen her fight before. More than me, even.” Elena sent back, pointing out that Cissnei had been a regular longer than her. “She always holds back when she fights other people.”

“Guess that’s why you get pissy whenever you spar.” Cissnei teased, smiling at the sputtering that came through the device. “But in all seriousness, we’d better find them. If even half of the stories are true who knows what they’ll do to one another.”

“Or what they’ve already done,” Elena muttered to herself quietly as she ran for a set of stairs. With Reeve waiting on the platform the three of them had their work cut out for them.

Several levels below Cloud had heard the screams with greater clarity due to his enhancements but he still couldn’t pin point exactly where they were other than they were close. Close above or close below…he pounded his fist into a convenient wall spinning around as he stared across towards the cannon. Then he squinted…the catwalks. He’d assumed they’d fight on the cannon itself, just like the first time, or the platforms leading up to it. But what if they’d ended up on the service walks. It would take him way too long to get through the maze of lifts to get over there…

“Bahamut.”

“Here!”

“I need your wings as soon as you break the barrier.”

“Very well…Four!”

Across the way, closer than Cloud realized, blonde and brunette gasped for breath as they staggered and twisted across the platform, beating their painfully equal breasts together with violent abandon. Crawling back their feet Tifa and Scarlet had wasted no time in resuming their private war. No breast blow went unreciprocated, no scream unanswered. Their duel would not end until a winner was determined.

Scarlet’s confident smile had long since faded as their heavy boobs battered and smashed together. Breath hissing out from behind clenched teeth she pounded her bruised orbs into Tifa’s repeatedly, until, with a swing that saw their breasts meet head to head instead of side to side the brunette groaned and stumbled back to sit on the railing. Eyes suddenly wide to her danger Tifa shifted as Scarlet charged and circled her body to angle back towards the center of their arena. “That last one hurt didn’t it…Lockhart. I almost had you…there.” Scarlet panted as the two circled. “You’re getting tired…won’t be long now….”

Tifa growled but otherwise didn’t respond as the two came back together breasts crashing in aimed, heavy collisions. Almost as if as excited to end this as their owners their breasts had regained some of their rounded shape, but neither woman let it fool them. The resurgence was very likely due to another fight also approaching a conclusion. She was still unable to communicate with Siren so Tifa only concerned herself with slamming her tits into those of the blonde that bashed back with equal determination. On quivering legs they shuffled on the platform crushing their boobs together without pause until Scarlet cried out loudly and staggered back, barely managing to keep her feet. Eyes glazing over she was however unable to dodge out of the way as Tifa slammed into her, putting her full weight behind both swollen breasts and driving Scarlet to slam up against one of the posts.

“Bet…that one hurt.” Scarlet heard Tifa’s words through a haze of pain. Looking across at the brunette, boobs quivering in time with her heavy breathing, the blonde grunted as she shoved herself back towards her enemy. Coming together again they hurled their massive mammaries together, left on left, in a grievous blow that had them both fall back clutching at their chests as they struggled to breath. Hacking violently Tifa shoved her hair out of her face, glaring across at Scarlet’s pale, naked body. Lips peeling back she advanced to the hurt blonde.

Wiping at her face, Scarlet felt the vibrations as Tifa started moving. Twisting her head she stared at the tanned, naked woman, her face obscured by strands of dark brown hair. She doubted she looked much better as they hammered right globes together, the heavy udders quivering as they crushed into one another before repelling to fall back onto their chests. Slowing even more than before every blow carried significant force behind it. Each strike saw both or one woman stumble and stagger, almost falling, before setting back up and hurling their tits through the air.

“Three!”

Whining in terrible pain Scarlet stumbled back in the face of Tifa’s savage blows. Sweat streaked and with her hair hiding portions of her face it gave the girl’s expression was almost insane look. More concerning was that her boob strikes were brutal and merciless. Swinging again the left boob slammed into Tifa’s, the orbs crashing together before bouncing off, allowed her to regain a step. But as right breast struck right again Scarlet’s trembling legs backpedaled and the brunette advanced another step.

“This…is what you wanted right!” Tifa demanded hoarsely, before squealing loudly at their boobs crushing together. Scarlet groaned in response, but she kept pounding her aching boobs into those of her rival without hesitation. Supple legs jerked, ready to collapse at a moment’s notice but held up by sheer stubborn pride on the part of the women. They could sense the change, that something beyond their fight was occuring, but also that it hinged on just who could finally drive the other into defeat. Gritting her teeth against pain that tasted like a rusty nail Tifa whipped her upper body left, then right as her boobs whacked loudly against Scarlet’s. She exulted in the blonde’s wide eyed stare as she beat her back with repeated breast blows until a final savage blow actually spun the dazed woman around a full  circle before Scarlet fell onto her hands.

“This…isn’t how it’s…supposed to be…” The thought echoed in her head as Scarlet’s eyes focused on the metal floor she knelt on. Blinking in confusion she glanced around before staring up at Tifa. Running her hand through her hair, pushing it back over her head, the woman looked down at her…looked down on her. Clenching a fist Scarlet pounded it on the metal savagely, ignoring the broken skin as she forced herself back to her feet. “Don’t you dare look down on me you…you slum bitch! I’m not stopping…I’ll never stop fighting you!”

“What’s it going to…to take!” Tifa despaired as Scarlet regained her feet and she fell back warily. If she was going to win this did she have to become what the blonde cougar was? To be as vicious as she was…no matter what it took? Coming together the pair hurled their tits together spitefully as they beat them viciously together neat the eastern corner of the platform. Tifa felt herself stagger in the face of the resurgent Scarlet’s heavy blows that pounded onto hers relentlessly. Though she was still hitting as hard and she could and though the woman screamed equally as loudly as Tifa at each brutal strike the blonde mature stubbornly refused to give ground, even forcing the brunette into yield several steps.

Scarlet’s back ached from the constant motion as she slugged her boobs violently into Tifa’s. Pummeling their breasts together she couldn’t make the brunette give an inch after the initial back steps. Then one final severe, forceful blow caused both women to arch in pain before slumping forward to butt foreheads before sliding past to rest head over shoulder. For what felt like an hour, but was probably barely half a minute they stood motionless with arms hanging limply at their sides held up only by the pressure of their shoulders pressing together. “Throw…throw in the towel…you fucking little bitch!” Scarlet panted.

“Just give up already…old bag!” Tifa groaned in response. Shifting her body to the left, Tifa slid past Scarlet, stumbling onto her hands and knees sobbing at the insanity of it all. Siren was right…she should’ve just walked away and gone back to the kids. Now she was stuck in a fight with no apparent end in sight. Planting her feet onto the metal floor she gritted her teeth as she rose back up and slapped at her face. No…if she didn’t stop her now who knew what Scarlet would do…who she’d go after next. Twisting her body around all she caught was an insance look of triumph on the blonde’s face as she careened into her chest first.

“Two!!”

Crashing to the floor Tifa slid on the damp surface, then rolled frantically to the side avoid a wild kick from Scarlet. “What the fuck’re you doing…you crazy old cunt!”

“I’M NOT OLD!!” Scarlet shrieked, stamping on the floor, ignoring the creaking. “YOU FUCKING LITTLE SLUTS THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME!? YOU’RE NOT! NONE OF YOU CAN HOLD A CANDLE TO ME! I’M THE…OWWWW! FUCKING WHORE!!!”

Tifa flipped back after sweeping the blonde’s legs from under her, adrenaline giving her a second wind, much like how her sudden rage gave Scarlet. This must’ve been building over years she realized. The constant taunts about her age and likely also her relationship with the younger  Rufus…it almost made her feel sorry for the cougar. Almost… “You’re damn right I think I’m better than you, you flabby assed old witch…” Tifa said coldly, as Scarlet glared up at her before scrambling to her feet. “You’ve never beaten me without help, so yes Scarlet, I AM better than you. I always was, I always have been, and I always will be.”

Darting forward, Scarlet made no sound until she and Tifa crashed together. Both screamed, but there was as much anger in it as pain now. Wielding their tits like fists, they twisted and flung them wildly to smash and crush their opposite. An offcenter blow smacked across Tifa’s boob sending her stumbling back as Scarlet followed, not giving her a chance to recover. Fighting gamely, it took eight more direct and heavy blows to finally send the younger woman to the floor. Stamping down Scarlet grinned maliciously as Tifa grabbed at the limb, holding it just above her glowing chest, before twisting it to send Scarlet to the floor with a startled squall. Not interested in a ground fight Tifa rolled away and got to her feet in time to meet Scarlet as she did the same.

Slamming together again, boobs flailing on unsteady legs, the sweaty beauties beat each other savagely across the platform. To steady themselves hands found their way to damp hips and fingers dug in tight. Scarlet took particular pleasure in jabbing her long broken, but still jagged, nails into Tifa’s hips. A brief wince showed it hurt her, but instead of distracting it only spurred on the angry brunette. Her face ugly with spite Tifa smashed Scarlet back again and again, the blonde whining in frustration, her own face contorted with hate as she bashed back brutally. All four globes were incredibly loose and each blow had them flatten dramatically, but there was still enough firmness for them to retain their shape somewhat.

“DOWN…YOU BLONDE BITCH!” Tifa shouted in desperation as they thrust their boobs together. Scarlet whipped her head left to right, fighting frantically against the younger woman. Then a hoarse wail echoed in Tifa’s ears as Scarlet collapsed to the floor, even as she unconsciously swung at the air. The blonde’s legs simply caved in on her and she tumbled to the side, her head cracking sharply on the metal. Blood roaring in the back of her head Tifa stalked towards the fallen woman only to pause as she began pushing herself back up.

“ONE!!”

“NO!” Scarlet screamed as she slammed against Tifa. “NO, NO!!!”

Tifa cringed at the weight the blonde was still putting behind her swings, flinging her own aching udders with matching ferocity, her face a mask of concentration as she hammered Scarlet backwards. The wild blonde yielded each step with a despairing moan until the cougar, with a guttural cry, sank to her knees in front of Tifa. And, in a fit of sudden sadistic rage, the brunette grabbed at the blonde mane beneath her and dragged Scarlet’s face between legs whipping the head back and forth along her sticky nethers before shoving her back onto the metal. “Take a taste, you crazy cunt. This is all you’ll ever have of me.”

Jumping to her feet Scarlet lunged back at Tifa only for the brunette to sway out of the way. As she staggered past Tifa grabbed at the woman’s hair, snapping her back and trapping her in a chokehold. “No more…no more are you going to be dogging me in the back of my mind, you hear me Scarlet.” Tifa snarled as she wrapped her fingers around the blonde’s left boob, the digits curling and crushing. Scarlet shrieked and writhed frantically desperately trying to escape. “After today…I’m done with you.”

“WE’RE DONE WHEN I SAY WHEN WE’RE DONE!” Scarlet screamed, her voice cracking, stamping her heel onto Tifa’s toes. The sudden and unexpected pain caused her grip to loosen enough for Scarlet wriggle loose. But escape was now the last thing on her mind as she spun around and her own fingers yanked at Tifa’s dark hair while her boobs burrowed into the other woman’s set. “NOT YOU…ME!”

Gasping and cursing the two driven women battered their chests together in desperate violence. Tifa’s stiff nipples came back into play in these head to head collisions as they shoved aside Scarlet’s own spikes and stabbed mercilessly into soft, pliable, pale flesh. Her eyes wide and unfocused the blonde seemed unaffected by what must have been impressive pain as she simply shoved and thrust her boobs to splatter noisily into the brunette’s.

Beating their breasts together in painful repetition Scarlet’s grunts were loud and savage, gushing hot air onto Tifa’s heated face, who’s answering snarls were bestial in their ferocity. They were on the home stretch, niggling voices in the back of their minds urging them on. But both tormented beauties were too far gone to consider where those voices were from. Years of suppressed insecurity from the taunts of her age and her relationship with a much younger man coupled with the savage physical, and offtimes sexual, rivalry with the also younger Tifa had finally exploded outward. All that mattered now was dominating the brunette, completely and utterly. What came afterwards could wait, all that was on her mind was Tifa battered, broken and humiliated. Bodies bent towards one another, their boobs plastered together they ground the sensitive flesh together. Sticky from perspiration and Tifa’s milk the hot orbs stuck stubbornly together and peeled apart painfully as they moved them together, Scarlet growling fiercely all the while.

Snapping at Scarlet, Tifa’s mind was in no better condition as she was pushed to her physical and mental limit by the blonde, former executive. As their breasts peeled apart they made a series of brief, pounding flurries that had her give a soft moan at the almost exquisite torment. Eyes widening at the sign of weakness she felt Scarlet tense…and then give a quiet whimper as she felt the woman breasts briefly sink below her own. Now glaring fiercely at Scarlet she saw the sudden panic on her face and then hissed at her sudden, frantic blows. Swinging their breasts side to side had their globes smash side by side, then slide past to hit the other. Even more than in a head to head boob bashing their nipples were potent weapons as they traced red lines of fire across their opposites. And on the fourth pass Scarlet’s quivering legs finally gave out and she dropped to both knees.

“Hah…hah…got you…” Tifa panted shuffling closer to position her body, and breasts directly over Scarlet’s. Her hands released the blonde’s hair while arms shifted down the lush body to clench around her shoulders. It was a sign of Tifa’s state that she didn’t even consider offering Scarlet the chance to quit. She wouldn’t even have released her if she did scream out her surrender. That was off the table. Now only absolute destruction would suffice to sate the beast Tifa had let off the chain. Squeezing aggressively at the older woman and bouncing her weighty tits onto those below Tifa locked eyes with Scarlet, her face now mirroring the blonde’s from earlier.

 Head thrown back and glaring up at Tifa the blonde still exuded a defiance that, in any other opponent, would’ve garnered genuine respect from the younger woman. But there was no room for respect between these two. Humping her chest in a manner that had her boobs slapping at the sensitive undersides of Tifa’s monsters, she managed to get one foot up as she circled her own arms under the brunette’s pits.

Not another word was uttered at the women remained stationary and rigid in their new position. Tifa remained hunched over Scarlet, almost squatting on the blonde’s knee, her heavy breasts pressing down on the stubborn cougar. Eyes shooting a fire that matched what burned in their breasts and limbs the pair remained motionless except for the subtle movements of their arms as the limbs gradually tightened.

Then Tifa’s eyes blinked and a light tic appeared appeared under her right.

Scarlet’s arms spasmed and slipped down towards the small of Tifa’s back before being dragged back up.

Both began breathing heavily as bodies, once again, began to rebel against what had been demanded of them. A choking sob burst from behind Scarlet’s lips as her leg slipped and she now knelt fully under Tifa, who gave a croaking gasp as one her legs slipped out from under her. Almost level now they never broke eye contact as squashed breastflesh ran out of space to expand and finally, at last, one pair rippled…and retreated.

“GAAAAAGHHHH!!” Scarlet howled as Tifa’s boobs penetrated her own. Baring her teeth in animalistic fury she dropped her head and sank them into the titflesh that sat just below, while unlinking her hands and stabbing her nails deep into Tifa’s back.

“ARRRGHHH!” Tifa bellowed in response to the sudden assault, before giving a feral growl and biting down on the blonde’s ear. Releasing her bearhug she drilled punch after punch into Scarlet’s ribs until the blonde dragged her hands cruelly around her back before curling into fists and returning the favor.

Nearby Cloud’s ears perked up from the women’s cries before being buffeted by warm air.

“MEGA FLARE!!!”

Linked, while also separate, from the desperate fight of their hosts Siren and Shiva had continued their own personal fight. Under normal cricumstances Shiva would not have stood a chance against Siren after years of stagnation. However, Scarlet’s…viciousness…had evened the scales somewhat, forcing Tifa to draw heavily on Siren after her near death fall. Absorbing and tearing at each other’s essence their bodies had become linked in a form that flickered between the two of them.

Each controlled only one arm, who’s hand was firmly wrapped around the neck of the other, attempting to force them together, to become the main host. For most of the second half of the fight they’d remained almost motionless as the slightest expenditure of energy could break the deadlock. It was broken anyway by the orgasm the women shared and, gradually, Shiva found herself being pulled into Siren’s body.

“This…changes…nothing.” Shiva gritted out as she felt control of her limb failing. “You can’t contain…me…forever.”

“I don’t need forever,” Siren murmured, as the strength from Tifa’s pleasure pulsed through her. “Just long enough for you to come to your senses.”

“MEGA FLARE!!!”

“NO!” Siren panicked as she felt Bahamut’s attack on the barrier. Since her essence was also part of the shield Shiva cried out as well at the terrible, insistent pressure. For a moment the, now glowing white, dome held…but then cracks began spidering out along the point of impact. With an explosive roar the barrier shattered, blowing Siren and Shiva apart and sending them flying.

“SHIVA!” Siren snatched at the diminished Frost Queen who dodged her grasp, speeding back towards her unconscious host. “DON’T!”

All Cissnei, Elena and Reeve felt was a sudden rush of air hot enough to cause a few drops of sweat to pop on their brows before the cold air caused them to shiver. Cloud felt Bahamut’s effort and how it drained the dragonlord. Swinging as he was towards the catwalks from hanging cables he gave it little heed. The screams were becoming louder and with each his fear as to just what he’d find when he finally found the two…or if he’d even find both of them. Then abruptly the cries stopped and he paused, ears straining. They couldn’t have…

Tifa came awake with an explosive gasp. Then wished the hadn’t at it felt as if her head was splitting. Groaning she rested it on the soft, comfortable surface she’d been lying on as the ache faded, before sitting up with a lurch as everything came back to her. Scarlet lay beneath her, still unconscious from whatever it was had hit them as they’d savaged one another. Her lips pulled back as she reached for the blonde, hand filling itself with the soft and pliable orb. A soft moan from Scarlet made her pause…she’d already won, she remembered that was what had finally broken the dam. Releasing the boob Tifa pushed herself off the woman and took a second to orient herself as she stared out the broken cityscape. “Siren…Siren are you there?”

Worried now, Tifa staggered towards the steps and halted, a smile working it’s way onto her face. Slightly below her, but still a fair distance away she spotted a blue clad figure swinging from platform to platform. “Cloud…” she murmured, feeling a surge of emotion. Cupping her hands she angled herself towards him and…

Tifa screamed as she felt a weight on her back and a pair hands that grabbed at her sore breasts, tugging them savagely in opposite directions. Thrashing with sudden, frantic energy she could feel a hot breath at her ear.

“Not getting away this…time, slum trash!” Scarlet hissed hatefully as she held on tight to avoid being thrown off by Tifa’s wild gyrations. Wrapping her legs around the woman’s waist she sank her claws deeper into the titflesh, savoring the brunette’s torment. “Cheating little cunt. We both know mine are better. Say it…SAY IT!”

“Stop playing with her,” Shiva demanded loudly. “Siren’s also coming, if she…”

“SHUT UP!” Scarlet bellowed as Tifa slammed backwards into one of the posts, trying to dislodge her. “You failed again. Now we’re doing this my way…UGH…I’ll crush this two gil whore like I did last ti..GUUGH!”

“GETOFFGETOFFGETOFFGETOFF!!” Tifa shouted as she repeatedly slammed backwards as Scarlet tried her best to tear her tits off. Grabbing at the blonde’s hands she whined in pained terror as she felt liquid that could only be blood leak down the outside of her breasts.

“If that’s the way you want it…so be it…” Scarlet sneered at the silence in her mind, before focusing back on Tifa’s weakening struggles. The brunette staggered under her assault towards the middle of the platform before dropping to her knees. Unwrapping her legs Scarlet stood behind Tifa, ripping her boobs towards her face. “That’s right…on your knees. Now beg…beg me, trash. Or I really WILL rip them off this time!”

“Let…go…” Tifa said dully…”Please…stop….”

“Oh no…not like that. Put more effort into it.” Scarlet whispered in delight. A pink tongue flicked at the younger woman’s ear, causing her to shudder. “I know…tell me how much…better my boobs are. How much more…woman I am…”

“You….you’re…” Tifa swallowed in grief and pain as Scarlet dug her fingers in deeper at her hesitation. “Your…boobs are…are…AHHHH!”

Angry at the girl’s resistance Scarlet scratched hard at both breasts and felt her fingers sink into flesh. Screaming at the excruciating pain, Tifa’s hands scrabbled at Scarlet’s hair yanking out strands of golden yellow even as Scarlet yelled in pain as she struggled to keep the wild brunette under control. Leaning her body forward she overbalanced herself and Tifa’s hands curled into fists before falling forward and catapulting the blonde cougar over. Pulling a somersault Scarlet landed flat on her back with the wind knocked out of her. Groaning she touched at her head and flipped onto her stomach just in time to see Tifa arch and give a moan of pleasure and relief. Then her gaze turned to Scarlet.

“How dare you…do that…to me!” Tifa’s eyes promised murder as she regained her feet and stalked towards Scarlet, the punctures on her boobs sealing without even leaving a scar. Scarlet’s own eyes went flat as she scrambled to her feet facing the oncoming brunette. “That’s it…you’re dead.”

“Tifa…you need to calm down,” Siren cautioned as the two women smashed together. Unlike the hot rage she’d had glimpses of from before this cold rage was far deadlier as Tifa was still fully in control and aware of what she was doing. “We need to finish this before Cloud and Bahamut get here to interfere.”

“Oh I’ll finish it all right!” Tifa pulsed back grimly as she and Scarlet wrapped each other into a bearhug and thrust their battered breasts as hard as they could, causing considerable discomfort and not a little pain in the process. Thrusting her sore breasts strongly at the blonde, Tifa forced Scarlet back a single step, but the look of fury on the woman’s face gave the impression it might as well have been a dozen. Shoving back, she managed to regain the step, before staggering back another three. “No more…you hear me you flabby chested, painted faced old whore. No…MORE!”

Scarlet’s head was thrown back as Tifa squeezed powerfully. Mouth set in a line she crushed Tifa’s body to her own, pouring out as much as she could to try and match the brunette’s effort. And she succeded, thrusting her breasts out violently, causing Tifa to groan as her boobs bulged out. Eyes shining she pressed her head against the other so that they were nose to nose. “I told…you. We’re only done…when I say…we’re done.”

“Tifa, listen to me…this isn’t going to work.” Siren pleaded as arms clenched and both stubborn beauties bellowed as their chests rippled at the compression. Spinning and shuffling across the platform Tifa poured on the pressure, causing Scarlet to cry out, but also drawing even more energy from Siren. Then the blonde cougar matched her host’s effort forcing them back into a stalemate. As Tifa’s frustration grew Siren took her chance. “She is resonating with Shiva, and just taking power from her to match your draw. At this rate there won’t be a winner before others get involved.”

“Then what do you expect me to do!?” Tifa demanded, grunting savagely as she powered Scarlet up into the corner, grabbing hold of the pillar and using it slam her body into Scarlet’s with her full weight behind her. “This bitch. She has to pay!”

“And she will. If you do as I say.”

“More…I need more!” Scarlet demanded of Shiva as she thrust at Tifa in time to pound their boobs together as the brunette tried to hammer her into the corner. The result was very loud and painful WHACKS as the breasts smashed together. Four times. Nine. At the thirteenth collision Tifa stumbled back moaning. Grabbing the hurt woman Scarlet spun them around so that now Tifa was in the corner. Even as she pumped her boobs at the brunette Scarlet was startled at her response. Moving her arms up around her neck Tifa also grabbed at the back of the blonde’s head, pulling it down. “What…what are you…doing!?”

Breathing rapidly Scarlet resisted Tifa’s pull, but found herself caught in a conundrum. If she pulled away she’d give the girl a chance to escape…if she didn’t… Pulling their heads closer Tifa’s lips parted, blowing gently at Scarlet’s that puckered unconsciously. “St…Stop.” Scarlet murmured before their lips melded together. Now it was the blonde’s arms that shifted upwards to grab at Tifa’s head, holding it in place, moaning deeply. As with everything else, the kiss was also a battleground that both fought to take control.

“Now Siren!” Tifa ordered as her tongue dueled to keep Scarlet’s out of her mouth, fighting to keep control of the kiss. As Tifa clutched Scarlet tighter, Siren sent a tendril of herself searching…seeking, and then finding. Latching on she wrestled with the frantic Shiva who anchored herself around Scarlet’s core. Shiva attempted to warn her but lack of oxygen from the ongoing kiss fight held the blonde’s attention as Tifa’s tongue forced it’s way into her mouth. All the woman felt was the kiss become even more pleasurable and her right leg slipped between Tifa’s as her hips began jerking again.

Lips separated briefly as both sucked in cold air before Scarlet now took the initiative as pressed her lips hard against Tifa’s. Sucking and slurping at each other’s mouth and tongue Scarlet was unprepared when Tifa abruptly bit down the pink organ, causing Scarlet’s eyes to flash open before the brunette shoved her off.

“Playing teh teasth nowth?” Scarlet hissed, touching at her tongue, then she froze. “Waith…wah id ou do? Thiva…?”

Tifa hacked violently, as if choking, before sucking in a large breathe and then spitting at her feet. There was a light clinking sound as she spat out a small stone. A small RED stone. She wiped her lips then smiled savagely at Scarlet. “Now bitch. It’s just you…and me.”

“Shiva…Shiva…” Circling the materia stone Siren called out to her rival, but received no answer. The stone bounced as the floor shook and the two mortals resumed their fight eagerly. Siren did her best to ignore it as she knew Tifa wanted to end this on her own. However she found it difficult to get a read as the two women rolled over the stone and it got imbedded in Tifa’s back. It popped free as the pair dragged themselves back to their feet and Scarlet lunged at the younger woman, sending her tumbling to the floor as their breasts crashed together. “Where are you…” she muttered as Scarlet threw herself at Tifa, landing with a loud SPLAT that had Tifa shout in pain before grabbing at hair and flipping the tough blonde cougar over.

Once again left to their own devices the hate between the two overflowed and they took it out on the other woman’s magnificent naked body. Dragging each other up they grappled fiercely, Scarlet scratching painful welts down Tifa’s back and shoulders while the brunette left deep bite marks across the blonde’s shoulders and arms. Necks bore finger shaped bruises as both attempted to strangle the other in their fury. Tugging energetically at blonde and brown mane they yanked out tufts of the thick hair as they either staggered around the platform or rolled slowly across it. But even in their near mindless state the bulk of their attacks focused primarily on the source of their fury. The exposed, red and bruised, heavy hanging breasts.

The bouncing orbs flew as they were slapped, scratched and pummeled by the two maddened women. But there was a method to the madness. Both were aware that they were out of time, that discovery was now only a matter of time rather than a possibility. And neither wanted to be disturbed before they finished off her rival. Stepping back they stalked each other across the small square platform.

“Come on, granny.” Tifa hissed, feinting at the mature. “Get over here and fight me. Knew you were…all talk.”

“Fuck you, you dirty slut,” Scarlet spat back, fingers curling. “I beat you…if you didn’t cheat…

“Who cheated?” Tifa snarled. “You’re the one that can’t fight or fuck worth a damn unless you have some help. Maybe you should leave this to us younger folk.”

“You…how dare you…,” Scarlet moaned hoarsely as she lunged at the younger woman. Tifa was more than willing and stormed into Scarlet, hands grabbing at wet skin and ragged hair. “I’m going to tear you apart Lockhart!”

“Not on your best day!” Tifa rasped back as they spun, bouncing from corner to corner like a pinball. Punching, kneeing and even pinching furiously while they tugged out strands of each other’s hair they gradually slowed as the damage they’d inflicted over the course of their marathon fight began to catch up to again. Tired and drained, attacks began to taper off and their hands slipped from hair and they slumped together, resting briefly.

Stubbornly still neither would even consider calling it quits, or even suggesting a draw. Arms went around necks as feet scrabbled at the metal floor and their breasts pressed together, nipples stiffening with excitement. “Slow…learner,” Scarlet muttered as she shoved at Tifa. “Mine…are…best…”

“Fuck…you…” Tifa groaned, her breath tickling at the mature blonde’s ear. “Mine…crushed yours.”

“No…” Scarlet moaned, heaving her tits at Tifa and hearing the girl whine at the pain before crying out as she bashed back. “NO!”

Driven almost mad by the pain and their obsession they rained bruising blows onto each other’s breasts in their desperate desire to the see the other broken…humbled. Their boobs surged forward with each lurch to crash together with hollow PLOPS that would have drowned out their owners squeals if their mouths weren’t mere millimeters from the other’s ear. Tormented now, they unintentionally hit a rhythm as their violence peaked and their teats began to complain loudly and insistently with each heavy blow.

Tifa sobbed as the suffering seemed unending. Scarlet rained heavy, agonizing blows on her boobs without stop no matter how hard Tifa hit back. Frantic now, for the first time the spectre of actually losing to the cougar wormed it’s way into her mind.

“Please…please…” Was she begging Tifa for mercy or begging her boobs to keep fighting? Scarlet was swooning from the pain radiating out from her chest and was barely even aware that of saying anything. She was battling as hard as she could and from the screams in her ear she knew it was having an effect. Surely Lockhart was fall soon. But still Tifa hit back savagely. Her heavy breasts and, just as important, her stiff spikes causing Scarlet to wail in turn.

In what seemed like it would be the climax fo their fight Scarlet gave a guttural moan and slid down Tifa’s body, held up by her stubborn arms as well as the brunette’s. The young woman stared stupidly as Scarlet’s face rested in her cleavage, before the cougar staggered back to her feet. Not a word was spoken and though Tifa got several free boob blows in Scarlet soon retaliated in kind.

A dozen, sharp blows later and Scarlet again stumbled and slipped but caught herself before she actually collapsed. “You…can’t make me quit!” She gasped into Tifa’s ear as the torment resumed and their breasts thudded together repeatedly. Tifa felt Scarlet’s fingers clutching at errant strands of her dark brown air, working them around her hands as she battered the blonde backwards. Despite the fact that she’d knocked Scarlet back twice she could feel herself getting weaker from each brutal collision of their dueling breasts. It was becoming too much. It was…

Both women then shrieked as their boobs crashed together and it felt as if breasts had been driven back into chests. Sinking down Tifa dragged a weakened Scarlet with her, arms falling limply to their sides as they knelt together. Hiccuping sobs tickled the back of necks as the cool tears hissed on their heated skin. But evenutally the sniffles trailed off and the women tensed.

“I hate you Lockhart.” Scarlet whispered, her body heaving as her hands traced their way over Tifa’s curves. “I hate you so much I can…hardly…breath!”

“No more than I hate you…Shinra bitch!” Tifa muttered, her fingers light as they moved up Scarlet’s body.

“Guttertrash,” Scarlet sighed as her hands circled the brunette’s back and locked in place.

“Cradle robber,” Tifa breathed as her fingers linked and she pulled Scarlet to her and the women shoved their breasts together.

Both were tired…hurt…but still more than willing to keep fighting. Crushed together their sweat slicked breasts slid back and forth against one another as they rose off their haunches thrusting and pumping them together determinedly. Locked in their tight embrace their bodies began slowly swaying in time with their movements as they shifted and rolled their boobs together seeking something…anything that would increase the other’s suffering. Then Tifa’s head lifted off of Scarlet’s shoulder and sighed.

“Oohhh…yes…” she hissed in pleasure as their nipples slashed at one another and Scarlet’s pink spikes bent to her own after a brief resistance. Scarlet moaned but gave no other sign and instead pulled Tifa in tighter, squashing their tits even further as the titflesh rippled together like waves at the pressure. Tifa grunted and squeezed back in retaliation, driving her breasts forward to batter against Scarlet’s. Lowering her head she brushed her lips against the blonde’s ear. “Bent them again…didn’t I. I thought you said I…I looked softer.”

“And I…flattened your tits Lockhart.” Scarlet whispered back hatefully. The battle between their breasts seesawed as each time she squeezed and shoved her breasts Tifa’s retreated, but then filled back out as the brunette in turn pulled them together and pumped her own monsters. All four mounds quivered as they fought as evenly as they always had. “I beat you…I…won!”

“So…what?” Tifa panted, her words shaking the blonde. She’d expected the woman to deny it or fly into a rage. Not a casual, dismissive acknowledgment. The distraction caused her to grit her teeth as Tifa clenched her arms and shifted her body to drive first the left, then the right boob to strike at Scarlet’s. “You were…the first, but…not the…the last. I’m crushing you…now…just like I…I did before.”

“Never…you never beat me…you hear me!” Scarlet spat as she tightened her arms, squeezing at Tifa with what strength she had left. Tifa’s own arms flexed, squeezing with everything she had, her lightly tanned boobs bulging alongside Scarlet’s pale breasts as their embrace tightened even further.

“On this same…cannon…I beat you.” Tifa gasped. Groaning at the compression heads rose off shoulders to press forehead to forehead. Brunette and blonde hair mingled, clumping together and falling over the side of their faces like blinders. Eyes stared straight ahead, noses brushed together and mouths shared breaths as they pulled each other closer and tighter. Pain radiating from the violently trembling mounds increased dramatically and the flesh reached the inside of their arms.

At the feel of the titflesh against their arms to the two began to grind together, rotating their boobs delicately in opposite directions. Behind the hair shield breathing picked up as the pain cycled higher and higher. Both would later claim that the other was the first to succumb to the agony and moan but in the end it mattered little as teeth clenched to bite back the whimpers of pain. Then, “Ahhh…AHHHHHHRRGHHH..!” Scarlet’s head flew back as she howled.

“Scream…scream for me,” Tifa’s throat was raw and her voice ragged as she kept squeezing even as she was still beig crushed. Both pair of breasts were being worn down, the skin puffy and marred by bruises. “Just like…all those at the Sau…Saucer when I…I should’ve killed you.”

“Fuck you….trash all…all of you!” Scarlet’s own voice was hoarse and quiet. She couldn’t see Tifa’s face, but the way the girl shoved her boobs forward indicated she’d heard. The orbs were failing she knew. They had nowhere else to go but forward so her pale mounds ferociously fought Tifa’s tanned teats to occupy what space was left. Groaning, their bodies tilted and crashed onto their sides.

Legs flailed wildly before wrapping up together as they resumed ramming their tits together. Gasping and squealing first Tifa, then Scarlet rolled on top of the other as they rocked back and forth desperately seeking to force an end to the fight.

From her own position Siren watched the fight with a mix of concern and lust. She hadn’t witnessed a fight this raw, this PRIMAL since the two wives of that chieftain fought to for the honor of being her vessel centuries ago. The pair had fought and fucked for hours before one finally succumbed, and while these two hadn’t fought anywhere near as long they’d not lose in determination or stubborn will.

Even now, as Scarlet rolled on top dropping her still sizeable globes onto Tifa’s rack before grinding down as the girl’s arms clutched at her back, her partner would not ask for help. A significant change from most of her previous partners who had no compunction against using her abilities to win any fight they found themselves in. As if to prove her point Tifa slowly unbalanced her blonde adversary rolling them back onto their sides where they thrust and mashed their battling breasts together, crying out and snapping at one another all the while.

Siren was distracted by a sudden sound and presence. For a moment she though it was Shiva, but then realized it wasn’t weak, just deliberately muted. Her lips curled into a smile. It wasn’t exactly subtle and if the two below still had any sense of awareness they might have picked up on him. But their minds were completely consumed by the other, or rather the desire to dominate the other. A sharp cry brought her attention back to said pair, as Tifa was rolled off of Scarlet where she’d pummeled the blonde’s teats from her advantageous position.

They made two and a half rotations before landing back on their sides, Scarlet humping her breasts with nervous energy at Tifa who thrust back with equal ardor. The dark haired woman’s body teetered and almost fell before Scarlet’s heavy thrusts before she seemed to run out of steam and was pushed back to an evenly matched position. But it was now Tifa’s turn to push and pump with her battered breasts. Scarlet beat her boobs back willingly and defiantly resisted the younger woman’s blows. A note of frustration and shock began to permeate their squeals and cries as they rolled again to land on their sides, pushing and humping their breasts together feverishly. Another note soon joined the choir of their joint cries. Fear!

Struggling and screaming the two women crushed their bodies together, grinding brutally, as they rolled slowly in the opposite direction. A wild eyed Scarlet pumped her breasts down furiously on a shouting Tifa during the roll before mewling in panic as Tifa continued, and then stopped the roll. Gasping heavily she resisted the mature blonde’s gyrations and thrust her entire upper body onto Scarlet’s. She didn’t rise as high, the cougar’s arms still held her down, but with gravity on her side the blows she delivered were especially telling.

Scarlet yelled at the first blow of Tifa’s boobs landing on her own, puffing and blowing as she strained her body to the left unbalancing the girl. But Tifa clung on tenaciously and, with a sudden lurch, disentangled her right leg from the blonde. Throwing it over Scarlet’s hip and bashing at her powerfully, she shoved the tired and stunned blonde onto her back. Eyes locked and a sneer curled Tifa’s lips at the look in Scarlet’s eyes.

Tifa drove her breasts into Scarlet’s, using gravity as an aid, and the blonde wailed as her once perfect mounds spread at the pressure. “You said…you’d rip mine off,” Tifa croaked as she pushed her upper body back and dropped it onto the soft body below her. The woman still fought back, raising her own to meet TIfa’s as it fell and resulting collisions echoed in both women’s minds. But exhausted as she was, and with gravity against her, Scarlet could only do so much, and they both knew it. “I promise you…if you don’t…quit…I’ll leave you…flatter than…than…fuck it. I’ll leave you titless!”

Scarlet only squirmed even more wildly under Tifa, meeting her slams with a frenzied desperation that had the dark haired woman whimpering. But slowly the blonde’s movements began to slow as Tifa’s steady, rhythmic blows had her huge breasts piling onto Scarlet’s glands, that still resisted bravely but were gradually being crushed the brunette’s merciless repetition. In a final, desperate attempt she slipped her legs from around Tifa and wrapped them around her waist while putting everything into crushing the woman, convinced in her breasts overall superior firmness.

Squeezing together, their mounds also began pumping together in a quickening pace. Faces screwed up at the pleasure as breasts were squashed in a final confrontation that quickly bore fruit as one pair fell away, it’s resistance crushed, and Scarlet screamed in pleasure as her pussy gushed…and in abject horror as her prized boobs were driven into her chest.

“Yes…yes…YES!!” Tifa howled as she came, hips pounding away at her blonde nemesis. “Say it…say it…you old bat. SAY IT!!”

“Nooooo…NEVER!!” Scarlet wailed as Tifa never released her, fully intent on going through with her threat. All the while pussy kept slamming into her own and she screamed as she came again. “We’re…not done…till…”

“YOU’RE DONE!!” Tifa bellowed as she could barely even feel resistance from Scarlet’s boobs. The feel of the blonde under her, broken and beaten, drove her wild but she wouldn’t…couldn’t release her until she said it. “I beat you. ADMIT…IT!!”

“AAARRRGHHHH!!!” Scarlet screamed one final time, pleasure and pain overwhelming her as arms slipped to fall limply to the floor and eyes rolled back into her head.

“NO…NO! DON’T YOU…DARE!! Tifa screamed as she squeezed and thrust mindlessly at the woman, refusing to release her. Furious at her failure Tifa’s hands moved to Scarlet’s neck as she banged the unconscious woman’s head against the metal floor. “SAY IT…SAY I’M BETTER THAN YOU OR I SWEAR I’LL…!”

A pair of hands grabbed her under the arms pulling her away from her blonde foe. Tifa screamed again as she felt her fingers torn away from Scarlet’s neck and spun around, fists swinging wildly at anyone that would dare separate her from her foe.

“..a…fa…TIFA!!! It’s me…” Cloud released Tifa as he dodged and blocked at blows strong enough to hurt even him, her eyes wide and unfocused. Slowly she relaxed as intelligence returned to those dark orbs and she blinked in confusion. Approaching warily he cupped her face as she trembled. “It’s me…you won…you won.”

“Cloud? I…won…yes…” Tifa shuddered as Cloud supported her body as she sobbed. “Finally…finally.”

Slowly she calmed down and gasped, realizing she was naked. “How…how long…”

“Was I here?” Cloud finished for her. He shrugged. “Five or so minutes ago. Keeping track of time wasn’t exactly high on my priority list.”

“I…can tell.” Tifa murmured as she felt a stiffness below his waist and shoved her hand down his pants. “Why didn’t you stop…stop us?”

“I realized Viola was…right.” Cloud’s face screwed up in distaste as he kissed her forehead. “One of you had to win this or it would just be like when we were fighting Shinra. Though I was ready to step in if Scarlet tried anything.”

Tifa shuddered at those words and opted out of telling him how they ended up down here. Instead she wrapped her hand around his rigid shaft and gave it a light tug. “Let me…take care of this for you. There’s something I…still need to do.”

Scarlet came to to loud slurping sounds and a deep masculine groan. Turning her head weakly to the side she was greeted by the sight of Tifa wiping at her mouth as Cloud Strife sat back on the railing, a contented look on his face. Her eyes crossed at the size before his own met hers. “She’s awake,” he said, a small smirk on his face as the hated brunette spun around. Even as she tried to get up Tifa pounced and pinned her to the floor.

“Now then…” The brunette growled as her legs held Scarlet’s arms down. The furious blonde wriggled and bucked until Tifa slapped her across the face. Hard. “You have two choices…Option one, you admit that I beat you and swear to disappear from my life…forever. And I’ll let you up so you can be on your merry little way.”

“Not going to happen,” Scarlet gritted out as she twisted her head left and right, teeth clicking as she tried to bite at the woman sitting above her. “Fuck you!”

“I think you have it backwards,” Tifa hissed as she grabbed at Scarlet’s limp boobs and pulled back. The blonde yelled in pain…but also misery at the state of her once proud breasts. “Other option, we hand you over to the Turks and Reeve. They’ve been looking for someone to pin Shinra’s atrocities on…Heidegger’s dead and Rufus is…?”

Tifa paused as Cloud pressed his hand onto her shoulder, shaking his head. “What…what about Rufus?” Scarlet demanded, pausing in her squirmings. A sharp pressure began building behind her eyes. Could she have been wrong…could he be…

“He died to the Geostigma,” Cloud stated bluntly. Tifa gave him a curious look. “If he hadn’t I’d have tossed his ass in a cell myself. Or just killed him to save us the expense.”

Scarlet screamed, and thrashed under Tifa wildly, while the girl fought to keep her under control. “I’LL KILL YOU!! YOU’RE A DEAD MAN, YOU HEAR ME, STRIFE!!! YOU’RE..!”

“Why’d you say that?” Tifa demanded as she massaged her fist, rising off an unconscious Scarlet. “She…”

“They don’t want her knowing he’s still alive.” Cloud replied shortly, tossing her his pack after digging out the phs. “Get dressed. It’ll look weird enough when we take her back naked. Don’t need them wondering why the both of you are.”

“You think sticking her in prison’ll solve anything?” Tifa asked as she pulled on a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt.

Cloud paused. “Long term…no. But the only other choice is throwing her over the edge. And I’m sick to death of all the killing. I’ll take at least having a period of peace over more of that. And if we’re lucky she’ll fixate on me instead.”

“I’m not okay with that, but more importantly…” Tifa glanced over the edge. “How’re we getting down? Siren’s drained and I’m not sure how she got up here.”

“Not down…up.” Cloud stated as a pair of webbed, reptilian wings sprouted from his back. He picked up Scarlet, tossing her over one shoulder, and gave Tifa a smile. “Grab on.”

“Thanks Bahamut.” Tifa whispered as she wrapped her arms around Cloud’s neck and he his free arm around her waist

<Edge>

Yuffie blinked tiredly as the morning sun shone through a crack in the curtains. Grunting in irritation she rolled over and snuggled closer to Cloud…CLOUD! Her head jerked up as she realized where she was and her current state of undress. Carefully, she ninjaed her way out of his arms and off the bed. She managed to find her underwear and top, but couldn’t find her pants. Quietly she exited the room and then yelped as she saw Tifa sitting downstairs at the bar.

“Join me?” She called. Yuffie came down the stairs carefully, grabbing at the cup of coffee Tifa pushed at her. “I already checked on the kids. Still out cold.”

“Tifa…did I…die we…what the hell happened last night?”

“Heh…we all got just a little drunk maybe…after Vi and Reno left…” Tifa replied, pressing fingers to her forehead. “Then we put the kids…in…and Cloud…the three of us…damn…”

“Damn…” Yuffie agreed as some of the night came back to her, then cocked her head. “What the hell do you mean you’re proud of me? I did WHAT!!”

“It’ll all come back to you,” Tifa stretched and Yuffie stared at the damage. Her breasts were still significantly saggier than what they should be and her upper torso was dotted with bruises. “It’s been awhile since he’s had an episode that bad…though I suppose after yesterday I should’ve expected it. I’m glad you chose to stay the night.”

“Josy’s going to kill me,” Yuffie groaned before swallowing down the rest of her coffee. “I didn’t even know I could bend like that.”

“Was fun though,” Tifa teased the younger girl, as a large goofy smile spread over Yuffie’s face and she nodded. Then Tifa’s face turned serious as she played with her mug.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, I…” Tifa hesitated. “When I fought Scarlet, it didn’t register at the time but, I don’t remember holding back like I usually do.”

“What do you mean?” Yuffie asked, warily. “She’s gotten stronger so you held back less?”

“No…I mean I stopped holding back entirely.”

“That’s nuts,” Yuffie blurted out. “You’re telling me she was stronger than Mikoto?”

“Yeah. Turns out the reason we haven’t seen her for so long was because she was stuck in stasis in Deepground.” Tifa finished her own coffee, pausing. “Who knows what Hojo did to her before you guys finished him off.”

“Well…whatever it was it clearly wasn’t enough,” Yuffie replied, trying to look on the bright side. “You won. Isn’t that enough to put this feud to rest?”

“Yes…it should be, but this is Scarlet we’re talking about here,” Tifa said quietly as she rested her head on steepled fingers. “When I got her message, I realized how much I’d been lying to myself. Just how badly I needed…wanted…to fight her without interruptions. Siren tried to get me to turn around but I just couldn’t. I just couldn’t leave things unfinished.”

“So what now?” Yuffie asked as Tifa rose from her seat.

“Now? Things go to as normal as they ever are around here. Siren got drained as well from her fight with Shiva so we’ll both be awhile recovering. Guess that means M’ll have to wait a little longer for her turn,” Tifa’s smiled turned malicious. “Such a shame. And now, I think I’ll go see if Cloud is up yet. Care to join me?”

Yuffie’s face reddened as Tifa laughed and swayed her way back up the stairs. Then her face turned serious. “What?”

“I’ve been examining the materia your friends brought back with them. There’s something wrong. Siren probably missed it due to how drained she was and distracted by the fight.”

“What do you mean?”

“Shiva’s energy…her power is present in the stone,” Leviathan replied. “But her consciousness…her essence…it’s not there.”

“Is that even possible?” Yuffie demanded. “Maybe Siren absorbed her…essence…without realizing it?”

“No…I’ve never heard of anything like this.” Leviathan said. “Without her essence, this is just a simple magic stone. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Before she could answer Yuffie’s sharp ears picked up the sound of creaking floorboards and rhythmic squeaking. Shortly followed by several muted yelps. “It seems Bahamut has developed a taste for mortal pleasures.” Leviathan remarked drily. “Both he and Siren took an active role last night.”

Yuffie trembled at the persistent cries and the memory of the previous night. “She did offer…” Leviathan reminded her before the young woman took the steps three at a time to throw open the door to the pair’s bedroom. Flat on her back Tifa grinned at the sight of Yuffie’s panting figure and nodded at her as Cloud looked up in surprise. Stripping off her underwear the kunoichi closed the door quietly and quickly joined the pair on the bed.

“Amateurs,” Leviathan muttered to herself as her partner kissed at the blonde man urgently who now found himself beset by pair of aroused women. Between the two of them they quickly got him onto his back, Tifa bouncing furiously while Yuffie knelt on his face. “Hmmph…she’ll want an heir…but I could use a back up in case I don’t feel like adjusting again. It took quite a bit to get her to the current form.

A sudden pulse of energy distracted her as both Bahamut and Siren resonated with their respective partners and she hesitated. Then her spirit  flashed as she merged with Yuffie, allowing herself a period a mindless enjoyment. She’d worry about what came after later. Besides…it would be worth finding out if Siren’s boasts had any merit.

Almost an hour later a smugly satisfied Cloud dabbed a wet cloth at his sticky face and pulled on a pair of boxers as he headed downstairs. The sound and smell of sizzling bacon began to fill the house soon after as Tifa dozed lightly while Siren worked and Yuffie lay back with a vacant smile on her face. “Well?”

“…”

“Yeah…I figured as much,” Yuffie sighed as she heard a pair of doors open and running feet that could only be Denzel and Shelke head downstairs.

“What’s that?” She heard Denzel ask. Sounded like they were on the stairs.

“Looks like Miss Yuffie’s pants. Maybe she spent the night.” Yuffie shot up wide awake at the first sentence.

“Shit!”

<Epilogue>
<Gold Saucer Prison>

“You’ve got five minutes.”

Viola nodded as the guard departed the room. Seconds later she was marched in from the door opposite her. Despite the sun, her skin remained pale and unburnt and her gait straight and proud. Even her red outfit was clean and looked disturbingly new. Sitting down primly Scarlet regarded to red haired woman. “To what do I owe the pleasure.”

“It’s good to see you to,” Viola replied, shifting in her seat. “I would’ve come sooner but I was told you were still unconscious…and I also had issues.”

“Yes…I imagine congratulations are in order? Boy, girl or both?”

“Two boys…they look just like Reno,” she answered with a small smile. The she pounded on the desk. “Why…why Scarlet? You disappear for more than six years and the first thing you do when you reappear is go after Tifa again! Do you have any idea how I felt when…”

“You got over it quick enough,” Scarlet replied, smiling coldly as Viola broke off. “You and Reno shacked up, plus I hear you have an official and unofficial job here at the Saucer.”

“I moved on…didn’t have much of a choice.” Viola snapped, pulling back her skirt and revealing the metal leg. “Part of me always knew there’d be a price to being your friend…just didn’t know it would end up actually being a part of myself.”

Scarlet paused, dropping her bemused expression. “I’m…sorry for what happened in the tower.” She said honestly. “You didn’t deserve that. But I’m NOT sorry for hurting Tifa. Little tramp…this isn’t over.”

“For the Planet’s sake Scarlet…please. Just let this end.” Viola reached for her hand. “Things are only just starting to settle down between those that used to work for Shinra and Avalanche. Isn’t it time to put an end to this insanity?”

“It will end…only when I…say it ends!” Scarlet said slowly as she rose to her feet. “Run back to Tifa and tell her not to get complacent. When I get out of here I’ll be along to finish what we started.”

“She doesn’t know I’m here,” Scarlet heard her whisper as she left the room. Beyond the door Scarlet wiped at her face, looking in surprise at the moisture on her hand before giving a grunt of irritation. Moving across the main yard of the women’s section a group of women in red bandanas moved around her.

“Mitch…have they agreed?” She asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Mitch, formerly Barbara Logan, replied. The first woman to make the mistake of approaching Scarlet when she’d arrived, now known “Mitch”…or as Scarlet had called her…My Bitch. “The Hellcats don’t want anymore trouble.”

“Good. And the Kara and the (snicker) Ball busters?”

“They cut off Anellise’s finger as a message to you.” Mitch pointed at a pale faced woman who’s hand was wrapped in a bandage. “Said that if you wanted to talk with them to come personally.”

“Is that a fact.” Scarlet cackled. It was something the women around her, and in the prison itself, had learned to dread. “Shiera, I think you have an upset stomach.”

“Sure boss.”

“And while you’re there, have the nurse deliver a message to my people outside. I do believe I heard talk of Kara having a little sister near Bone Village.”

Scarlet cackled again and around the prison the women nearby flinched while those men close enough to the wall to hear looked up curiously. It wouldn’t matter how long it took, eventually she’d get out…THEY’D get out.

“Isn’t that right my dear.” In the back of her mind Scarlet could feel the spirit stirring in the cage she’d put her in.

The End?

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