Note from the Author:

I originally read the story by Rival’s Rapture called “Tangler Tales: Bridget vs. Tabitha” and was instantly flooded with inspiration. The concept drew me in, and I thought about how I could utilise the same idea of two women using a phone app to find an opponent as a springboard to further my writing. So as somewhat of a tribute to Rivals and the excellent work they’ve done, not only in their storytelling but also with this website, here is my take on the Tangler Tales series. Naturally, all credit goes to Rivals Rapture for the concept, and I would like to pass on my thanks for letting me delve into this world. If my stories can be anywhere near as entertaining as those of Rivals, I would be more than happy…Also, fair warning that there is a lot of build-up, so I hope you enjoy that type of story.

Amy was bored. As she flicked her finger across the touch screen of her phone, her eyes vacantly stared into the handheld illumination, failing to consume any of the text in front of them. Nothing on her social media feeds interested her. All her friends were posting vacation photos, or motivational quotes, or complaints about food service at one of the local fast-food joints. None of it mattered. Truth be told, she was fed up with most social media sites. All of them were the same.  She only really checked them to make sure she did not miss a party invite or an occasional message from one of her friends. Like many young women, she had a lot of social media friends, but only a select few she would actually consider a real friendship. Most she had unfollowed just because of all the inane rubbish they would post on her feed. She needed something new from her mobile device to give her something to look at when there was nothing to do… 

After a few more minutes of aimlessly scrolling, she put the phone down on the table next to her in disgust. Her eyes did a sweep of the relatively spacious living area, hoping in vain to spot something worth doing. If only her sister would come home from work so she could go to the gym for a few hours to kill this dreadful Saturday afternoon boredom. Amy loved the gym. It allowed her mind to escape the dreariness of her casual job as an artist and life alongside it, and concentrate solely on fitness. Even as she sat there waiting, her mind started planning which routine she would work through when she eventually arrived at her destination. She could already feel the sweat trickling down her body as she worked out. She imagined looking around the large open gym at the other women working out, comparing their toned bodies to her own. No one would consider her a slouch  in the looks department and most men found her very attractive. Your classic girl next door type. While Amy was fit, athletic and enjoyed working out, she was not a gym junkie like some of the women that frequented the place. She was an extremely competitive person on the inside though, and while the gym gave her the freedom to just zone out and get in the groove, it also provided her the opportunity to see how she measured up against her peers. Her mind would wander mid set of squats, her eyes locking onto women on Stairmasters and exercise bikes, watching their fit legs strain against the resistance with contempt. 

It was unusual, she figured, that these sorts of jealous thoughts entered her mind during a workout, especially when she would spot a feminine form she considered to be better than hers. A feeling of anger would rise with her heart rate as she viewed from afar, the reason why was unbeknownst to her. It pushed her to work harder, to complete more reps. These were complete strangers who had nothing to do with her, and yet she would feel extreme jealousy that she was not at their level, or at least she dismissed it as that. Oh, how she wanted to take those bitches down a notch, to make them see they were not on her level. Occasionally, Amy would even imagine following a particular woman into the changerooms, or behind the gym, or even back to their house to confront them. Not that she had ever tried in reality of course. Starting something in a crowded gym or in some random neighborhood was probably a bad idea… 

The rehearsal in Amy’s mind was cut short however by the all too familiar ding on her phone. She picked it up and checked the notifications. God fucking damn! She thought as she read her sister’s message. A message that informed Amy of a late arrival time and the suggestion of grabbing dinner for one. A message that murdered any hope of getting away from this boredom filled residency anytime soon, as her sister had taken the only available vehicle in their possession. Their small, two bedroom apartment only had one allocated parking bay, not that Amy could afford her own transportation right now. Her job was very seasonal and was dependent on commissions, which meant her sister’s income paid for everything, for now at least. Lacking a method of transport was a major issue at times, as replicating her gym routine in the apartment never worked for her. This was  due to the living arrangements being relatively cramped, meaning she could not perform her favourite routines, and she never felt that same sense of competition with no other women present.  Motivation eluded her when she could not compare herself to her unknowing rivals. Looking at the clock, she realised it was only 2pm. Still so many hours to kill… 

Flicking open her social media feed again, she checked who was online. Maybe she could entice one of her friends into coming over. She messaged a few people but predictably everyone was busy.  Amy let out a loud, frustrated sigh and slid further down in her chair. What was she to do about this ridiculously boring afternoon now? Almost as if on cue, her ringtone sounded again. This time it was one of her best friends, Stacy, who apparently was just as bored as Amy was, despite being stuck at work. Amy had been friends with Stacy, who was only a few months younger, for as long as she could remember, and there was no one in the world who she trusted more. Many afternoons had been mutually spent discussing boys and playing board games during their high school years.  Appearing almost inseparable to everyone who knew them, they were each other’s most trusted  confidant. Since Stacy was on her lunch break, they decided to video call. Stacy’s slender but cute face appeared on the screen, her straight blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, which was her signature hairdo. She was a thin girl, about the same height as Amy, but did not work out as much.  It was not as though she was unfit, but she had less time to put into her fitness as Amy. Although, Amy swore her blonde friend had been working out more than usual recently, her generous hourglass curves seemingly accentuated by some extra muscle tone. Whether it was the case or not, Amy conceded her friend was fantastic to look at. 

One thing that was noticeable about Stacy’s face on screen as the blonde adjusted her camera, was the faint black tinge around her right eye. Makeup had done an amazing job at hiding it, but on closer inspection there was no mistaking she was sporting a shiner. 

“Woah Stace, what the hell happened to your eye? Are you ok?” 

“Ahh it’s nothing Aims, don’t worry about it.” 

“You can’t say it’s nothing, that’s 100% a black eye!” 

“Don’t talk so loud you idiot, I’m in the lunchroom…” Stacy proceeded to put her headphones in so their conversation would not be broadcast. 

“Come on Stace, you’ve gotta tell me!” Stacy shook her head in response. 

“No Aims, it’s nothing to worry about. I was just clumsy, that’s all…” Amy decided there was no point probing her friend at this point. She knew Stacy would tell her if it was a story worth telling.  “Well, I guess watch what you’re doing next time. Hope it gets better soon. Hey what are you doing after work?” 

“Uhh, I’m kinda busy. Why? Do you need something?” Stacy looked around somewhat nervously.

“Oh, I’m just super bored stuck at home tonight. My sis is at work until real late so I was hoping you could come over or we could go out or whatever.” 

“Sorry Aims. I would love to but I can’t tonight…” Stacy was again shifting her eyes back and forth.  She was clearly uncomfortable, so Amy moved on to other topics. They chatted for another fifteen minutes or so before Stacy had to go back to work. As the call hung up, Amy cursed the fact that Stacy could not help her escape this hellish tedium, their conversation had barely wiped any time off the clock she was back staring at either. While she sat there in her chair, her mind drifted to the  conversation and that black eye. Why did Stacy of all people have one, and what was she not telling me? She’s not that clumsy… 

In an attempt to pack the thought back into the recesses of her mind, since speculating about it would get her nowhere at this point, Amy decided to grab some tea. It helped her relax, and she figured maybe she could nap away some of the afternoon. While she waited for the hot liquid to brew, by force of habit she checked her phone again. Her social networks remained on life support, not that there had been anywhere near enough time for them to rise again since her last perusal. In their stead, she opened a few news sites to check out the latest developments. Nothing of particular interest adorned those online pages either, which Amy figured was par for the course, considering how her day was progressing. However, just before she closed the last news site and put her phone to sleep, an advertisement caught her eye. Not because it was particularly flashy or in-your-face,  but because it had a beautiful woman arching her back on what looked to be a psychologist’s couch.  Due to the sexual nature of the pose, and her model physique, the woman instantly reminded Amy of the yoga class at the gym she would not be going to this afternoon. Just thinking about that room filled with posing women caused her competitive juices to flow, just as if she had made it out of this boring apartment and into that sweat-soaked warehouse of fitness. It was not normal for Amy to feel like this at home, so she decided to find out what this ad was all about, to see why it welled up such a blaze within her. The woman in the ad, a brunette, was only wearing a bra and panties, which Amy figured was rather risqué for a news website. But curiously, the ad was there, the woman’s perky breasts pointing upwards towards the text floating above, as if to say, you need to read  this…The title of the advert read “Tangler” with the tagline “Your pleasure awaits…”. Dismissing it as just some dumb adult website trying to lure her in, Amy decided it was not worth pursuing and closed the page. Her tea was ready anyhow, so she picked up the cup and went to her bedroom to see if she could get some rest. 

Around five in the afternoon, Amy was woken from her nap by yet another notification. It was from one of her many social apps, presenting her with information she was still not interested in. She swiped away the notification and decided to get up, as it would take a lot to get her back to sleep.  Wandering into the living room again, she plopped down in her familiar chair in front of the TV.  After flicking through the channels for a bit, she left some sport on for background noise, not really paying attention to what was even being played and unlocked her phone once again. While browsing a few shopping websites, Amy’s interest was suddenly piqued when the TV started playing a commercial. The TV showed a split screen of two noticeably voluptuous women who were swiping away on their phones. 

“Are you bored with the usual outdated social media sites? Having trouble meeting people?” The generically overexcited voice-over asked. 

“If you said yes to either of those questions, you definitely need to try our brand-new app! With its state-of-the-art search capabilities and fastest growing userbase on the planet, Tangler is the new wave in social networking. All you need to do is create an account and then start swiping! It’s that easy! …”

Amy had stopped listening to the spiel, instead focusing on the women in the ad. What was it about this that seemed out of place? Normally this sort of commercial would be on late night TV since it had all the hallmarks of a dating app. But it was no dating app she had ever heard of, and not once had it been referred to as that, the preferential description being “a social networking app”. Then as the sports broadcast came back on, Amy dismissed it once again as something she would not be  interested in. How could it possibly be different to any of the other sites she frequented? But as she continued to scroll through the shopping website from before, curiosity kept nagging away at her.  Maybe it was the boredom, but between this mystery app and her friend’s unexplained black eye, her mind kept spinning around in circles. She decided to get up and grab another drink. 

Walking back to her perch in front of the TV with the cup of tea in hand, Amy heard the ding of her phone go off yet again. It was her sister, once again delivering bad news. Apparently, she now would not be home all weekend due to understaffing, and her subsequently volunteering to do a third shift in a row. Great… Amy thought as she slouched in the chair. She jumped back into her social media feed, hoping desperately for an update. Anything to give her mind something to latch onto that would relieve this incessant tedium…Before her eyes suddenly gravitated towards something familiar in the sidebar. Another advertisement for that Tangler app…What IS this? She asked herself. It was as if this app was sentient and had been following her around, nagging at her for attention like a spoiled child, tempting her with potential release from the current monotony.  

After considering her minimal entertainment options for a few moments, she caved in. Well, might as well check it out. What could possibly go wrong? She told herself. Worst case scenario, she figured, it would be another mindless social media app she could uninstall straight away. There was no real downside to checking it out at least. Maybe she could even get a discussion going with some new people on this new platform, and if it failed to work out, it would still kill some time. In a flash her fingers whipped across the screen, opening the store and typing “Tangler” into the search bar. A white icon with orange text appeared at the top of the listing. She tapped it eagerly and read the description on the next page. 

“Live out your fantasies and meet new people at the same time. Get Tangler today and join the worldwide craze!” Amy read aloud. A quick glance over the reviews revealed five stars across the board. It cant be THAT good, can it? Why have I never heard of this? Amy tapped the download button and watched on in anticipation as the bar shuffled across. She opened the app as soon as she was able. A how-to page was displayed, along with another description, this one betraying the real reason why so many people had downloaded this app. A description that you would never find on any TV commercial or website ad. Amy’s eyes widened in surprise as she consumed the words.

“Tangler is the state-of-the-art social networking app where you can search for like-minded women in your area to fight or fuck with. The choice is yours! Anything goes on Tangler and everything is a competition. Everyone you meet is ready and willing to get down and dirty…” Amy stared at her phone, re-reading the words over again several times as if she were unable to comprehend them. Did it say what she thought it said? Fight or fuck? Was this for real? 

“Simply sign up, set your preferences in your profile and start swiping between potential opponents to tangle with, however you see fit.” She sat there for a moment wondering if she had been caught in a scam. She had made it a point to be careful with her online profiles, so she was somewhat cautious. Is this thing really saying I can hook up with another woman to fight them, or worse, fuck?  I’m not a lesbian…The thought of having sex with another woman instantly turned her off the idea. Disappointed, she closed the app, put her phone back on the table and tried to refocus on the TV in front of her, taking solace in the notion that she’d at least wasted some time… 

Unfortunately, as Amy pushed the channel scroll button on the remote, nothing but re-runs and  news broadcasts came into view. Prime time TV would not appear for an hour or two yet. With the  complete lack of entertaining shows available, her mind began to wander back to Tangler. Her  brain’s insatiable curiosity gnawed at her. She started debating with herself, her mind trying to  rationalise what she had seen, while also telling her it could be dangerous and inappropriate. What if her sister found out? She would never hear the end of it. Despite this trepidation, somehow her competitive spirit and curiosity was winning the argument. All she could think about was those women in the gym and the possibility they were using the app. It would be perfect if she found one  of them to lock horns with. Just thinking about a fight with one of those gym floozies gave her  goosebumps. Surely, she could keep this a secret, right? She was 23 years old, she could live her own life. Besides, this was the first thing she had been interested in doing all day and now there was an entire weekend she had to kill. Maybe signing up with a basic profile and giving it a look wouldn’t  hurt…I don’t have to commit to anything if I don’t want to… she thought to herself as she opened the  app up hit the “Sign Up” button. At least she could scope out the competition and judge for herself if it was worth it.  

Moments later, a username was chosen, an activation link was clicked on, and Amy was logged in,  swiping through photos. She looked on in awe as women passed by her gaze, all of which were  dressed in lingerie, bikinis or other scandalous amounts of clothing. Under each photo was a  description of what the woman offered and below that, series of buttons. Each description said  something like “Sexfight” or “Titfight” or “Catfight”, which did not make much sense to her. But what really drew her attention was how beautiful all the women were. Every time she swiped to a  new photo, the fire deep within burned a little brighter. Why did simply looking at this app induce  this level of tense frustration, and yet also enjoyment? Was it really just jealousy that spurred this  feeling on? She had never been a violent person. She had only ever had minor scuffles and those  were with her sister when they were younger. Obviously, she had thought about having it out with  the women in the gym, but they were just thoughts. Maybe it was the provocative nature of the  women in each photo? Maybe it was the promise that all these women had signed up with the  intention to fight, that they had the same competitive fire that Amy felt, and would therefore give  her the challenge she craved? All Amy knew was that she could not swipe past a photo without imagining tearing into every single woman she saw. Knowing that she could challenge any one of  these women and find out if all that time in the gym had paid off was intoxicating. She also had an  empty apartment and plenty of time to try this little experiment out. There was nothing stopping  her at this point… 

After perusing the help pages to find out what some of the “Tangle” descriptions meant, she decided  to fill out her profile in order to make herself more attractive to a would-be challenger. “Hair…Shoulder length, straight, brunette. Ethnicity…Caucasian. Eye color…Blue. Height…five foot  five inches. Weight…132 pounds. Measurements…35C-25-37. Age…23. Skill level…Beginner.” She  sounded off the options as she ran through the profile questionnaire. At the bottom of the page was the photo upload section. Once again, her uneasiness made a feeble attempt to argue against  putting a photo up. What if her friends and family saw her in a compromising position? The question was only considered for a split second however as the fires of competition burned it away.  Figuring she needed to compete with the rest of the profiles on this app to even get a match, any  further internal argument was instantly dismissed. She stripped down to her underwear and tied 

her hair up. Adjusting the position of her phone, she adjusted her chest, making sure the selfie  camera was able to capture her cleavage. When she knew she had the perfect shot, she put on her  most seductive look and clicked the button. With the photo uploaded, she resumed her search  through the seemingly endless stream of opponents. No longer satisfied with simply looking, it was  time to find someone to tangle with. 

Amy was in awe. Is there really this many women that are willing to fight random strangers? The  app was location based, so these were women in her area! The whole concept seemed unreal. To  her surprise, most of the photos featured beautiful women, although the cautious part of her  figured some of them were probably not real. It just came with the territory. As she was scrolling  through the potential candidates, Amy’s eyes widened, jaw suddenly agape as she noticed a familiar face appear on the screen. For several minutes she sat there looking at the picture in front of her. It  couldn’t be…could it? As the face of her friend Stacy stared back at her, it all made sense. The black  eye, the nervous squirming on the phone, and the fact that she had “something on” tonight. But  Stacy was such a lovely girl. If she was not looking at the photo in front of her, it never would have  occurred to Amy that her friend of many years would be into fighting. What do I do now? Do I ask  her about it? Do I hit the green heart? Surely not…I can’t fight my best friend…Can I? But even as  those thoughts ran through her mind, Amy felt the fire burn once again. She would not be against  fighting her friend. Perhaps doing something like this with someone she knew was a good idea to  get her started? Each of them trusted the other immensely, so keeping a secret would not be an  issue. Plus, it would be easier to set ground rules since we know each other so well…Amy considered  to herself. Oh god, I hope this doesn’t get in the way of our friendship. Worse still, what if this did get out somehow? Her mind started racing, thinking about the consequences of this revelation. God  damn it, why did I have to find Stacy of all people on here? This was not what was supposed to  happen. 

After several more minutes of pondering her situation, she decided to take a shower and calm down  a bit. Hopefully then she could make a rational decision. It had only just ticked over six o’clock in  the evening. Amy wandered into the bathroom, stripped off her clothes and stepped into the  shower. As the hot water streamed down her body, she leant her back against the tiled wall and  closed her eyes. All she could imagine in that moment was the picture of Stacy in just her  underwear staring back at her from her phone. Shaking her head to remove the image, she opened  her eyes again. This was not going away. She was going to have to talk to Stacy about this, and the  sooner the better. Turning off the water and stepping out of the shower, Amy took a moment to  admire her wet body in the mirror. After towelling herself off and dressing, she made her way back out to the living room and picked up her phone. Amy had decided what to do. The Tangler app was still sitting open on Stacy’s page. It read “Tangle: Catfight” and “Stakes: TBD”. Amy took a deep  breath and tapped her finger on the green heart. Then she put the phone down and waited.  Minutes rolled by agonisingly as she started to pace back and forward in front of her phone. Not  one hour ago she was casually dismissing notifications left and right due to sheer boredom. Now  she was consumed with anxiety waiting for one, almost as if it were informing her of a significant  other being released from surgery. 

Fifteen minutes rolled by at snail’s pace. Amy had almost given up hope that she would get a  response. Then, just as she finished that thought, her phone buzzed loudly on the table. Stacy was  calling her. In her excitement to answer, Amy almost dropped her phone. 

“Hey Stace, how’s it going?” She squeaked out, almost choking on the words.

“Uhh, hey Aims…Glad to be done with work I guess…How are you?” Stacy sounded somewhat  nervous herself. 

“I’m good…” An awkward silence hung in the air. Amy did not really know how to broach the  subject, and considering the lack of ongoing conversation, it seemed as though Stacy did not know  either.

“Hey, didn’t expect to hear from you since you had plans tonight? What’s the go with the phone  call?” Amy broke the ice.

“Listen, don’t try to play dumb…you should already know what my plans were for tonight.

After all, it was you who matched me on Tangler.” Amy’s heart sank as the words confirmed her suspicion.  Was Stacy angry at her? 

“Look, Stacy…I…” 

“I had already matched with someone. I was about to go to her house. It’s not a good look if you match with someone and then don’t show up. I’m going to have to explain it away.” 

“So you were going to go fight a stranger at her house?” 

“No, Amy, not a stranger. I’ve fought her a couple of times before. Lucky, since I can call in a favor  this time. But I wasn’t expecting my best friend to suddenly match me out of the blue.” Stacy’s tone  sounded frustrated. “Why did you even sign up for this?” 

“I told you I was bored…” Stacy sighed on the end of the phone. 

“Listen to me very carefully, Amy. This is not some soccer mom cooking class you’ve signed up for.

You need to know what you’re getting into here. If you aren’t one hundred percent serious about  this, I’ll completely understand, I’ll hang up and we can just not talk about it ever again. You can  then delete your profile and move on with your life. Other women out there are not going to be so  nice if you back out on them. However, if you are serious, and you absolutely want to fight me, then  let me know right now. I’ll go out on a limb for you here, because you’re my friend. I’ll let you  decide, and if you say yes, I’ll make it happen. But I’ll be expecting a fight so please don’t waste my  time Amy. Now, do you really, seriously want to fight me?” The ultimatum hit Amy harder than she  was expecting. She knew the question was going to come, but she was probably never going to be  ready for it. Her best friend challenging her to fight. It felt like a dream. She thought about the  profile photo Stacy uploaded and again felt that scorching feeling which continued to drive her further and further down the rabbit hole. There was no turning back now, Amy knew what she had  to do. 

“Yes Stacy, I’m one hundred percent serious. I want to fight you.” 

It was the slowest thirty minutes of her life. That was how long it took for Stacy to arrive at Amy’s  apartment building. The 23-year-old brunette was busy clearing up as much of the apartment as she  could, not because it was necessary, her nervous energy had built to the point where she could not  sit still. The butterflies in her stomach kicked in almost as soon as she hung up the phone and never  dissipated. Ninety minutes earlier she did not know what she was going to be doing for the rest of  the weekend. Now her friend was driving to her house to fight her. She could barely believe where  this night had taken her. Not long after she finished cleaning, there was a knock on the door. Amy bounded over to unlock the door and let her friend in. The blonde had arrived with dinner in hand. “I brought some food. Figured we should eat first.” Stacy placed a pizza box on the table. Amy  grabbed some plates and they served up. Each sat at opposite ends of the dining table. They looked  at each other in silence while they ate. An intensity Amy had never felt between them had already  started building. Stacy broke the silence mid-slice. 

“Ok Amy. Tell me, for real this time. Why did you sign up for Tangler? It really doesn’t seem like  your style.”

“I could say the same about you. But, really, I cant really explain why I signed up. I just wanted to. I  couldn’t shake the feeling. Plus, boredom can be a big motivator.” 

“Well. I almost dropped my phone when I got the notification, I never expected you to be on it. As  for me, I just love the thrill of fighting. I got into it with a girl years back, I don’t even remember  why. I just knew I loved it. I found out about Tangler about 6 months ago and I’ve been fighting  pretty much once a month.” Amy noticed the slight tinge of Stacy’s black eye still there. Now that  there was no makeup, it appeared as though it was almost healed. 

“When did you get the black eye?” 

“I fought a couple of weeks ago. I love doing this so much that I’ve started to get into it more often.”  The two women kept eating. 

“So, Stacy, I noticed your challenge said ‘catfight’? What do we do?” 

“Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve fought a complete newbie…Basically, anything goes. We just try  to hurt each other. We keep going until one of us gives up. Obviously, with me, some stuff is off  limits. Particularly serious stuff like eye gouging or anything like that. But we’ll figure out some  ground rules, and I’m happy to go as hard as you want.” 

“I think I can manage that.” 

“Sure you can. It’s not hard, just do what comes naturally. You go to the gym more than me anyway  

so physically you’ll be fine. Just remember, don’t worry about hurting me, I want you to. Now let’s finish up. I cannot wait to get into this.” They discussed some basic rules as they consumed the  pizza slices and once they had finished eating, they cleaned up the plates and put the leftovers in the  fridge. 

“Where do you want to do this? It’s your apartment after all…” Stacy asked. Amy motioned for her  friend to follow her and the two young women made their way across the carpeted living room to  Amy’s bedroom. 

In the bedroom, the two women knelt on Amy’s queen mattress, not too dissimilar to how they had  done in their teenage years. Except this time, they would trade gossip and board games for  hairpulling and slapping. A moment later, to Amy’s surprise, Stacy started taking her clothes off.

“What are you doing?” Amy quizzed her friend. 

“Look, I don’t know about you, but I need some clothes to take home, and these ones are likely to  get ripped if experience is anything to go by. Surely you don’t want to ruin your clothes either? It’s  pretty standard practice in Tangler fights. Besides…you’re not afraid to see me naked, are you?”  Stacy flicked a seductive smile to her friend as she said it. Amy bristled at the goading question. She  was neither a lesbian nor into looking at naked female bodies, but the hint of challenge in the  question was enough to put an end to those thoughts. First her t-shirt, then her shorts and finally  underwear all came off. Both women sat there for a moment, eyeing the other off. Although they had been friends for a long time, this was their first time seeing each other fully naked. Amy was  gobsmacked at Stacy’s physique. Now she knew where her friend’s extra training came from. This  fight game had done wonders for her body it seemed. The young blonde had a nice flat stomach;  round and perky breasts about as big as her own; firm, tight thighs and of course that gorgeous  slender face. But when their gazes locked, in those hazel eyes across from hers, Amy saw intensity  burning, challenging her. As she stared into Stacy’s eyes, she felt that familiar sensation down below  her stomach, the same feeling that made her investigate those ads, and ultimately fuelled her  hunger to fight. It was as if she was at the gym, looking at one of those bitches on the Stairmaster.  All she wanted right then was to lunge at the girl on the other side of the bed. The difference was,  unlike at the gym, now she was able to…

“Ok Amy, even though we’re friends, I’m not going to hold back on you. I’ll ask you once more. Are  you sure you want to do this?” Without even fully realising what she was doing, Amy let loose her  right hand, her palm smacking into Stacy’s left cheek. It forced Stacy’s head to whip around to the  right, ponytail flailing around after her. Stacy put her hand to her cheek, a smirk appeared on her  lips as she turned back to Amy, before launching her own right-handed slap to Amy’s face. The  collision rattled Amy for a second. But at that moment when her friend’s hand impacted with her  cheek and she felt the sting reverberate through her skull, the fire below that had been slowly  simmering away all afternoon finally exploded into an inferno. She thumped another palm into her  now rival’s face, before receiving the same in kind. There was no turning back, not that she wanted  to. 

For the next several minutes, the two young women exchanged vicious slaps to each other’s faces,  their cheeks becoming red from the punishment. Amy felt a rush every time her hand collided with  her opponent’s head, but even more so when Stacy returned the favor. Even though her cheeks  were hurting, she loved this exchange more than she expected. After a particularly heavy slap  rocked Amy, she decided to change things up. Instead of following up with a slap of her own, she  reached around, grabbed Stacy’s blonde ponytail and yanked hard on it. Stacy’s head jerked  awkwardly to the left, and the blonde retaliated. Both girls then clutched hair with both hands and  pulled down, forcing their heads backward and their bodies together. For the first time in her life, Amy felt her naked breasts mash and rub together with another pair. She noticed her nipples  hardening more and more each time they swiped across the pillows of skin in front of them, while  the equally hard enemy nipples stabbed back at her. Every time one of the combatants lost their  grip, back their hands would dive onto the other’s mane, and they would once again feel the sting on  their scalp. Eventually, the two of them lost balance and fell onto their sides on the bed. With their  legs now free to move, they snaked together, each girl feeling an enemy thigh slide past her naked  pussy, generating a low moan from Stacy and a squeal from Amy. She pulled Stacy’s face close to  hers by the hair, to the point where they touched foreheads, their breath mingling between their  lips. 

“Hey bitch, don’t even think about any lesbian shit. I’m not into that.” Amy snarled at her friend. “Fuck you Amy, you’re the one with your thigh in my pussy.” Stacy’s words stung Amy. Where did  this sudden animosity come from? Perhaps this was what happened in these fights. She was not  going to back down either way. 

“No, fuck you bitch. I love you as a friend, but if you try anything, I’m going to fuck you up!” “Just try it you fucking pussy. I told you, if you’re not ready to do this shit then fucking give up.” As  if on cue, upon hearing those words, Amy’s anger raged. She let one hand go of Stacy’s hair, balled  it into a fist and thumped it into her friend’s side. Stacy grunted and let one of her own hands go.

“Oh, we’re doing this now are we Aims? Well bring it on…” 

The tension had risen a notch during this exchange of pleasantries. Both young women were still on  their sides, legs locked together. They continued to hold their opponent’s hair with the hand  trapped beneath them, but now their free hand was being used to punch the other girl anywhere  they could. Fists smacked into faces, sides and occasionally boobs. Each impact forcing a grunt or  squeal from the girls as they assaulted each other. Meanwhile as each girl writhed around to gain  some control, their thighs continued to rub against enemy pussy. Amy’s competitive drive was  already stoking her competitive inferno, but with Stacy’s thigh massaging her, she started to feel  pleasure alongside it, intermingling with the flames. The furious punching between the two felines  kept up at a remarkable pace. One moment Amy’s fist would collide with Stacy’s face, the next  Stacy’s would pound Amy’s boob, squishing it inwards. Then, Amy would retaliate by smacking the 

blonde in the stomach, before receiving a fist to her nose. On and on the wild thrashing went, until  their arms started to get tired and their punches slowed. Amy, frustrated that she was not getting  the upper hand, wrapped her arms around her foe and used her weight to roll on top of Stacy. Her  rival had other ideas though, and she followed suit. The two girls squeezed together as they rolled back and forward on the bed. Breasts resumed their war as they ballooned out the side of their  body clamp, a pulse of excitement shot through each girl as their nipples flicked past each other. As  they struggled to regain the top position, Stacy started to roll them towards the edge of the bed.  Amy tried to fight back but Stacy now had some momentum up, and all the brunette could do was  feel her spine roll beyond the edge of the mattress as the pair of warriors toppled onto the floor. 

The impact with the carpeted floor jarred the two loose and they rolled away from each other. It  was the first time they had been able to take a break, so they knelt there eyeing each other off while  they caught their breath. Amy looked across at her friend and noticed her dishevelled hair, minor  scratches and reddened cheeks. The disbelief that not only was she mid-fight with her best friend,  but that she was enjoying it returned to her. A weird sort of arousal had formed within her, and all  she wanted to do now was to resume hostilities. After another moment or two of catching her  breath, Amy pounced, tackling Stacy back into the side of the bed. The two wrestled around for a bit  next to the bed, before eventually Stacy got her right arm around Amy’s neck in a headlock. Amy  felt her left cheek squishing into tit flesh. She tried to push Stacy’s back with her arms, but it was  not overly effective, as Stacy was keeping control of her position with her powerful legs. Amy was  finding it hard to breathe, and in desperation she reached up with both hands. One managed to grab  Stacy’s hair and pull, the other finding the blonde’s left breast, her fingers clamping down on it.  Stacy yelped in pain as the twin assault hit her. The two girls stayed locked in this position for a  minute or so, the brunette stuck with her face sandwiched into the blonde’s tit, the blonde’s head  getting wrenched back awkwardly by her hair. Amy could hear Stacy grunting in pain as her dual  assault continued, until suddenly she felt herself getting rolled over the top of her opponent, her  feet flipping over her and hitting the wall. Now Stacy was lying on top of her, trapping one of her  arms and using her ample chest to smother her. The blonde tried to reach around and grab at the  brunette’s boobs in retaliation for a few moments ago. Even though Amy was trying to breathe she  could not help but feel more and more aroused by the foreign hand kneading and squeezing at her  chest. Finding it hard to even move at this point, Amy was only able to continue her pull on her  opponent’s hair with her free hand. 

Amy was really having problems breathing at this point, and she started thrashing about wildly trying  to get Stacy off her. As her grip started to slip away from the blonde’s hair, she let go and started  punching her foe’s side and back, although she was not doing much damage. Finally, after  exhausting all other options, she did the only remaining thing she could, which was to bite down on  the tit flesh in front of her face. Stacy let out a shriek in response and rolled away from Amy. The  two young women lay on the floor for a few moments. Stacy sat up, glaring at the brunette and  touched lightly at her wounded breast. Amy was just lying there, sucking in deep gulps of air. When  she was able, she sat up and looked over at the blonde. Their eyes met, any hint of affection and  friendship they shared earlier that day had disappeared from their gaze. It had become hot in the  room due to the exertion of the two girls, and they were now sweating profusely. After a moment  they got to their feet and walked up to each other. Standing with their stiffened nipples just barely  touching, hands on hips, they continued to glare into each other’s eyes. Amy loved this animosity between the two. It recharged her, and as her inferno raged within her, she felt the first signs of  wetness between her legs. 

“I cant believe you fucking bit me!” Stacy almost spat the words at her.

“I couldn’t breathe! What did you expect me to do? Not to mention you were fondling my fucking  boobs you lesbian slut!” Amy shot back. 

“Don’t lie Aims, I can tell you fucking enjoyed it.” 

“I thought we were here to fight Stace, not fuck each other’s brains out!” 

“Oh I’m here to fight alright, but if you’re too scared to get dirty then you can give up right now.”  The challenge felt like a shot to the stomach. What was that supposed to mean? Amy was not into  girls. But then again, she was standing here sweaty and naked in a fight with her best friend. None  of this made sense. On top of all that, her lower body had started screaming at her for release. That  was it, there was no reason to be cautious anymore. However Stacy wanted to fight her, she’d beat  her. Amy pushed her chest into Stacy’s, their boobs pancaking together again. “I’ll fuck you up however you want bitch.” 

Each girl reached up again and yanked her opponent’s hair. They started to stumble around the  room trying as they attempted to rip the other’s locks out, panting and grunting as their awkward  dance took them around the room. A moment later, their violent waltz was interrupted by the wall  of the bedroom, Amy leaning into and trapping Stacy against the hard surface. Their sweat slicked  bodies started sliding up and down each other as they fought for control. Amy then pushed back  slightly before smacking her tits into her rival’s. Both girls let out a grunt as their chests collided,  with each feeling an odd cocktail of pain and pleasure pulse through them. Amy started repeating  this action, pushing away before ramming home with her chest, continually pinning Stacy into the  wall. With each smack of boob on boob, shivers ran down her spine as their concrete nipples  stabbed and poked. She could feel her pussy start to leak as her arousal continued to build. 

Clearly fed up with this onslaught, Stacy pushed off the wall as Amy was drawing back, causing  another breast collision, but this time Amy’s momentum caused her to stumble backwards. As she  fought to regain her balance, Stacy came at her again. As their boobs smashed together once more,  Amy felt the bed behind her hit her legs and she tumbled backwards onto the soft mattress. Stacy  leapt on top of her before Amy could regain her bearings. Once again, the two young women  thrashed about on the bed. Each grabbed a handful of hair, they started punching each other in the  face. In Amy’s position she was limited in the amount of damage she could do this way, but by  tugging her rival’s hair back down, Stacy’s head was pulled around at a weird angle causing her aim  to be compromised. As the punches flew, their legs once again slid together, each feeling the  wetness between their opponent’s legs. Neither of them knew exactly whether the liquid they felt  was sweat, or if it betrayed their opponent’s sexual desire. Amy only knew the truth about her own  body, and as that foreign thigh massaged her pussy, the truth was she was getting close to releasing  all that desire. Her most immediate problem though, involved having to stop the constant fists  raining down on her face and breasts. Realising she was having problems pulling her opponent over  by the hair and her punching arm was getting weary, she decided to use her legs to get out of this.  She flattened her leg onto the mattress before throwing a knee into Stacy’s waiting vagina. Stacy  eyes bulged as she was pushed forward, the immense pain rocked her body. Unfortunately for Amy,  Stacy lost balance and her chest once again landed on the brunette’s face. Amy thrashed around  while her friend regained composure, managing to roll Stacy off her so they were on their sides.  Their eyes locked again in this position, Amy seeing the pure fury in Stacy’s eyes from that last move.  She was certain she knew what was coming next. 

As Stacy’s right knee smacked into Amy’s nether regions, the collision made a weird splat noise. A  tsunami of pleasure and extreme pain blasted through Amy’s body as she was rocked by the impact.  She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she sent her own left knee crashing into Stacy’s pussy in 

retaliation. After a minute or so of this cruel back and forth, the two of them hugged together,  resting their chin on the other’s shoulder. With their bodies bound together so closely, neither  could jam her knee into the now very sensitive womanhood of the other girl any longer. Their legs  snaked together once more, the dragging of thigh across pussy lips and clitoris causing each young  woman to moan loudly in between sobs. Amy was not sure how her battle with Stacy had escalated  to this point, but she was certain she could not take much more punishment. Surely, she hoped, her  opponent felt the same. After a moment of rest in this position, their sweaty bodies still slowly  writhing together, Amy sensed the blonde start to move more vigorously up and down her upper  leg. This in turn caused Stacy’s thigh to run across her own pussy more frequently. This in turn  caused the brunette’s hips started moving by reflex more than anything. Not being able to stand the  increased sexual friction, both Amy and Stacy had started humping each other’s smooth thigh.  Faster and faster their pelvises brushed along the smooth and sweat-slicked skin of their opponent’s upper leg. They hugged their bodies close, breasts once again ballooning out the side of  their bodies. Each took a hand and once again yanked hair as the rhythmic sexuality continued. 

Amy shut her eyes as tears streamed down her face. She could not think straight, the constant pain  on her scalp was competing with the intense waves of pleasure from her lower body. She could not stand it anymore. Something had to give. It was as if she no longer had control over her own hips,  

her body betraying her, its sole objective was to find release. On and on the waves of pleasure  washed over her like an angry sea for what seemed like hours. Amy could hear moans escaping her  lips along with those of her rival, although to her it seemed like she was not uttering them. Her body  had taken over, no longer competing with the other feminine form locked together with it. It was so  close… 

Two young women who earlier that Saturday were best friends, and who moments ago were locked  in combat, now clutched each other tightly, legs constricting together simultaneously as the orgasms  surged through them. Amy felt their lower bodies throb and convulse together, the violent climax  from her pussy forced her to scream into Stacy’s shoulder in excruciating euphoria. Their battle and everything preceding it that day had been forgotten, their bodies now consumed by the rapture.  She had never experienced such intense pleasure in her life. For minutes on end she lay there,  trembling in the arms of her equally shattered rival, no longer really feeling anything. Amy did not  know how long she lay there in that embrace; her eyes closed the entire time. Her utterly exhausted  body no longer responded to her, instead choosing to melt away into the sweet escape that was sleep.

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