Mai by Gradius
Tifa
Wandering through her parlor, M paused, flapping her fan rapidly. “I don’t appreciate uninvited guests!”
“Guess the rumors that you’ve gotten rusty were just that.” Flipping down from the roof a red clad dropped into view. While M’s kimono displayed just enough skin to make people curious, this one’s outfit made it distinctly difficult NOT to look. Squeezed into a red and white kunoichi outfit that seemed barely able to contain her curvy figure M was relieved that she’d at least left out the red tassels and white “tail”. Reddish brown hair tied in high top knot was still long enough for her ponytail to reach the mid back.
“Mai? Of all the…” M sighed into her hands. “What are you doing here?”
“Lord Godo sent me.” Mai Shiranui replied matter of factually. She brushed her bangs to the side, amber eyes glinting mischeviously. A butterfly fan similar to M’s fluttered in her hands. “He wants me to look into this…Avalanche group that we’re supposed to be bankrolling. .”
“That might be difficult.” M warned. “My own position is strictly neutral. And they’re still incredibly skittish when dealing with me.”
“Fair enough. But after being here so long you must have some idea to where they meet up.”
M’s eyes narrowed, judging whether or not it was worth the headache. “Sector Seven. There’s a bar that’s rumored to be a regular spot for at least one known cell.”
*****
“Ninety-nine and…one hundred.”
“Pleasure doing business with you,” Mai grinned, accepting the gil.
“And you,” The elderly gent behind the grill returned the gesture. Out of the corner of her eye Mau caught him getting up quietly to watch as she strutted out the door. Grinning, she added a bit more sway to her hips, the too tight jeans clinging to her lower half like a second skin.
Once outside, Mai wiped her forehead, glancing upwards as the “sun” dimmed, signaling dusk. Hefting the small pack of currency she bounced it in her hand. She was tempted to return to her rented quarters, but considering how long the last hunt had taken she opted instead to make a beeline for the bar.
Having been here for a week, Mai found herself no longer bothered by the smell of the slums. Instead she couldn’t help but admire the quiet determination of it’s dwellers to make the trashpile liveable. Hell, they even had a school she reminded herself, waving at the children as she passed. The natural wariness they originally seemed to have had since faded ever since she set herself up as a problem solver. Working alone, it wasn’t hard for an experienced ninja to handle the beasts that infested sections of this undercity.
Mai wasn’t stupid though. She knew it wasn’t her efficiency that which made them drop their guards. If there was one weakness universal to men, it was an attractive woman. And Mai had none of that false modesty that many of those she’d seen thus far in Midgar pretended. She knew she was hot and had no compunction about using it to her beneift. This was part kunoichi training, part her natural proclivity. Clad in a pair of jeans (again, a size too small of course) and a tank top (too big of course) without a bra, and she only had to look in their direction for any male to make way.
And likewise, she could recognize another like herself.
“Evening all,” she called, thrusting open the doors. A smattering of responses came back her way as she sat down at the table she’d picked out for herself. Off to the side where she had a good view of both the bar and the door. Internally she frowned. They weren’t here again. On the outside she smiled brightly, making a few of the seated men hunch over their tables while the women scowled in irritation. Normally she enjoyed this, messing with the locals. But she still had a job to do.
The first day she’d found the bar Mai had walked in on a group that had immediately clammed up upon her entry, five pair of eyes turning on her. The slimmish guy and the chubby one had merely looked her up and down, mouths hanging open. The hug, muscular black guy did a double take, but seemed better at controlling himself. But the women.
Mai was used to hostile looks from other women. Hell, it was a point of pride that she could make them feel ouclassed. But she got none of that from these two. The lighter haired brunette, in an outfit similar to the slim guy…so possibly a couple…glared hard at her, almost as if she was expecting something and daring her to procede. The black haired one behind the bar though.
The big black guy suddenly shouted that the bar was closed and Mai jumped, mumbled a hasty apology and backed out the door. That had to be the Avalanche cell M had told her about, she noted absently before catching herelf. Looking around, she realized she was back near the abandoned factory. She shook her head…angry at losing focus like that. She knew why…but that only annoyed her even more.
The female bartender. With the long black hair and pretty face. Mai had felt her body tense up the way she’d stared at her. It had been both a warning and an invitation. Irritated, Mai spun around and jogged back to the Seventh Heaven, determined to engage the group…only to find the place closed.
Now…she raised her head. Tifa, that was her name, was busy dealing with another customer laughing easily at something the guy said. Then, as she turned her head, their eyes met and all the humor left them. For some reason Mai couldn’t figure the woman looked at her as an enemy. At least more than one, most other women did. Mai smiled coldly, raising a hand to place an order.
If she wasn’t on a mission the kunoichi’d be down to figure out why. But right now she had a plan. On her last visit she’d noticed a hollow sound beneath the pinball machine. It could just be shoddy workmanship, but that would clash with the rest of the place. So why would a bar need a hidden basement…
*****
She waited.
The girl was popular. As she sat there nursing the occasional drink Mai noticed how everyone had a cheery greeting for Tifa, the atmosphere in the bar positive and upbeat. But she noticed something else as well.
After five days of observing the woman Mai’d come to a grudging conclusion. Tifa was pretty…beautiful…gorgeous even the more honest part of her brain admitted, and yet there was none of the casual flirting you’d expect. It was as if it was taboo…or discouraged.
Guess she provided more than just a place to meet for Avalanche. Though who was she to judge. After all, her profession required her to occasionally screw some questionable people. It was amazing how loose a tongue could get after some tame flattery of how good they were in bed.
From about quarter to ten she noticed Tifa begin to subtley encourage her clientele towards the door. Just a subtley Mai made her way along the wall to the bathroom. It was pretty basic, but a lot of places, such as this, tended to neglect checking too hard after a long night. If she was discovered, so be it, just pretend like she’d needed to use the bathroom and just sneak back in later.
The noise died down steadily, until there was nothing to be heard. Mai placed her ear to the door. Sharp hearing picked up the sound of wooden chairs being moved around, probably being placed on top of tables. “Too easy,” she murmured to herself, grinning. She was about to sit back down when there was a banging on the door.
“You can come out now,” a voice called out clearly. Tifa. But her voice sounded different. Expectant. “Everyone else in gone.”
Doing her best to look sheepish, embarassed, Mai opened the door, moving past the bar. Eyes flickered left to right. The chairs WERE on top of the tables…but those had been moved to the side, as if clearing the center of the room. “Ummm…”
“I’ll give you points for persistence,” Tifa stated, annoyance, clear on her face. Except the eyes. Excitement glinted there. “Under normal circumstances I’d just give you a swift kick to the ass and throw you out. However I get the feeling you’ll just keep coming back.”
“As if you could!” Mai flared, the idea of this soft gaijin thinking she could take on a woman from Wutai. She’d seen how they fought. Like children, slapping and pulling hair. As if that could win a fight. Then she took a deep breath. “Look, I think…!
Tifa did something that took Mai completely by surprise. She pulled her tight, white top over her head. Underneath it was a strange looking bra. The kunoichi sucked in a breath, recognizing it for what it was. Tifa sighed loudly, breasts far larger than Mai had given her credit for bouncing with their newfound freedom. “So much better. Well…what’re you waiting for?”
Mai just gaped at the woman. This was something new. Well…not entirely. She had participated in a few events for the entertainment of a few marks in the past. But…
“What? I figured with the way you kept flaunting those monsters you were planning on trying your luck.” Tifa cocked her head, staring at her curiously. “You’re not seriously planning on trying to actually fight me are you?”
“Look let’s…” Mai rubbed her face. She needed a moment to think. “I think you’ve gotten the wrong idea here…”
*****
<ten minutes later>
“Well…now I feel like an ass.” Tifa, lowered her head, chuckling. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.”
“Hey, no harm no foul.” Mai replied, nodding her head, relieved that Tifa bought her cover story. That she’d just moved here from Wutai after hearing how another had made it big. Seemed M had a bit of a reputation here as well. “I should be kinda flattered I guess. You took one look at me and thought, that chick’s gonna give me problems.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Tifa eyed her up and down. “But…I have a pretty good eye. You’ve been in a fair share of scraps haven’t you.”
“Same as you I’d guess,” Mai returned the stare, feeling a fire in her belly. It had been a long time since she’d just fought for fun. “Always some uppity cunt pissed that her boyfriend stared at your ass instead of hers.”
“Ugh…tell me about it.” Tifa pursed her lips. Mai could almost hear the wheels in her head turning. She hadn’t even bothered to put back on her shirt, Boobs resting on varnished counter top.
“May I?” Mai inclined her head. The busty noirette seemed a bit surprised, but nodded. Jumping off her stool, Mai walked over, filling her hands with Tifa’s breasts. Lashes soared to merge with her hairline. Firm…far firmer than a pair this size should be. Heavy too. She bounced them and carefully palpated the thick flesh. Nipples stiffened, thickening, and she raised her eyes to Tifa’s flushed face before stepping back to observe them criticially. With all the blood flowing into them, the girl’s tips had darkened, standing out starkly against her pale skin. “Damn. It’s been years since I’ve run into a pair as nice looking at these. Big and firm too. I’d almost believe you’d have had a chance.”
“Cocky cunt aren’t you,” Tifa grinned. Mai smirked, shrugged and raised her arms, pulling off her own top. Tifa’s eyes now were the ones that widened. “Well…damn. You mind?”
“Go for it.” Mai bent her arms behind her head. Her breathing quickly hitched, Tifa’s hands, warm, flowed over Mai’s boobs. A pat here, a squeeze there, the girl examining the porcelain orbs with a critical eye. More than that, Mai could feel the calluses on Tifa’s palms. There was more to her than met the eye she realized, a small squeak escaping her lips. Pink, pointed spikes extended, hardening under the attention. Tifa then stepped back, both topless beauties eyeing each other’s busts.
“Well, you certainly have reason to be confident,” Tifa admitted, surprise prominent in her voice. She came up next to Mai, laying the full orbs next to one another. The kunoichi felt her breathing catch when the orbs brushed together . “If it was just looks I’d rank you in the top five. Firmness…top three at least.”
“As if!” Mai snorted, playfully shoving the outside of her breast against Tifa’s, the glands swelling together. “These babies are flawless. You won’t find a bigger or tougher pair anywhere.”
“Funny that. I’ve often said the same thing.” Tifa replied. “Why don’t we find out…just to be sure…”
Stepping to the side, Mai turned to face Tifa fully, just as the hostess twisted towards her. Lining them up proved a non issue, breasts rising in time with their owners excitement. Mai pushed forward gently, boobs pushing into one another before starting to swell outwards when they ran into the mass of tissue that made up the breast proper. Plastered together evenly, Mai exchanged a smoldering look with Tifa, then began to push. Mai licked her lips nervously, eyes flickering between their diminishing bustlines and Tifa’s face. The girl had a look of extreme concentration, angling herself slightly to match Mai’s push, ensuring mass was fully plastered against mass.
Mai sucked in a deep breath, filling her lungs, breasts swelling. Tifa did the same, boobs thickening under the increased compression. Feet shuffled quietly as they fought to maintain balance and pressure, Mai hands grasping at Tifa’s elbow while Tifa’s hands circled her waist. Cleavages shrunk as boobs pancaked together and, they were now fully compressed, breast against breast. The difference is there, miniscule though it may be. It is enough.
Tifa then threw back her head, a small smile on her lips, and Mai gasped.
At the extreme edge of the compressed flesh, Tifa’s boobs had overlapped Mai’s. They could both feel it. Carefully, they stepped back, breasts flowing back out to their original forms. Eyes locked and Mai clenched her jaw. No way she leaving things like that.
“How bout a continuation?” She asked, her voice low. Mai brought her hands up under her breasts, giving her nipples a pinch. Tifa nodded, lifting her own impressive glands to face off against Mai’s, pink tip to brown.
Mai attacked first, taking advantage of her nips’ superior length to stab against Tifa’s circular, bumpy areola. The girl gasped, countering with a slash against her more oblong, smaller areola drawing out a squeak from Mai. They both now stabbed, the turgid spikes scraping past to dig sharply into pink and brown flesh.
Nipples swelled even further as more and more blood made it’s way into the sensitive tips. Tifa slashed at Mai, bending her nipples as they slid past, making her wince. Mai, on the other hand, focused on stabbing her longer spike into Tifa’s, the pair either sliding past or bending together.
Several minutes of these inconclusive attacks had the pair sweating slightly. Just enough to give a pleasant sheen, but their faces remained focused and determined. They focused on the left tit, swinging them lightly together, nipples locking together for several excruciating seconds before scraping past without either showing any significant give. Then switched to the right, fleshy nubs, flicking them together in repeated passes that did little more than increase the rate of their breathing.
“Tip to tip,” Mai heard Tifa whisper in a hitching tone. It now became a jousting contest. First left, then right, then both pair of nipples stabbing furiously together. Breasts began to shine from the sweat of the battle. Tips were bending frequently, but not enough for either woman to claim victory, but just as often sliding past to jab into softening areolas.
Mai could see her discomfort mirrored on Tifa’s pretty face, the bar owners stamina and resilience surprising her. And worrying. Her limbs were begining to burn from the rapid movements, and her back ached at the slightly bent posture. She launched fierce staccato blows at the girl’s dark spikes drawing out of soft grunt before Tifa responded with blows at a machine gun pace, making Mai gasp.
“Ow…ow!” Tifa suddenly yelped, face contorting in a sharp pain. Mai smiled wickedly, eyes glittering in realization. Tifa moaned again, in as much shock as pain, but Mai pushed forward gently and her tips shoved Tifa’s aside, latter bent fully at almost ninety degrees. Under the gaze of both women, a pale white substance dribbled from the beaten nubs.
“Holy…” Tifa murmured, staggering back, gently massaging her defeated nipples. “I’ve never…well this is a first.”
“Whew…” Mai breathed a deep sigh of relief. Then she realized how it sounded and glanced up. The topless pair stared at one another. Tifa gave an explosive snicker. Mai chuckled loudly. Then both erupted in belly laughter that had them short of breath as each time one was about to stop, they’d look at one another and resume laughing. Finally gasping for breath, it came to an end and Tifa stepped back around the counter. In two twos she slid a glass towards Mai.
Toasting one another they tossed back the alcohol, letting out one final explosive “PAH!!”
“That was something else.” Tifa admitted. Mai sat back up, relaxing. “I mean…there was this one broad that fought me to a draw, but I’ve never lost before. Damn!”
“Your nips’re nothing to sneeze at.” Mai replied, rubbing hers for emphasis. “Besides…I think this just makes us even.”
Mai took several steps back towards the center of the room, long since already prepared for the fight Tifa had been expecting. She was no longer sure if Tifa WAS a member of Avalanche, but just meeting her had definitely made this trip worth it. Spinning around, hair waving, she crooked a finger. “You set everything up. Would be a shame for me to not squash you like you want.
“You’d be surprised how many times I’ve heard that.” Tifa, shaking her head in surprise, chuckled. The girl stepped back, body wriggling, bending down before stepping out from behind the counter. She’d removed her black skirt and now only had a pair of white panties protecting her modesty. “Though, something tells me you actually mightn’t. Hands or no hands?”
“No hands,” Mai shook her head, kicking off her shoes and wriggled out of her jeans, resting it on the a convenient table. She was glad she’d chosen a cheap pair of black, cotton panties. “Yours against mine. Winner take all.”
Tifa nodded. Then grinned and stepped back until her back was to the wall. “One…”
Lips curling Mai moved in the opposite direction, placing her foot against the wooden planking. “Two…”
“THREE!!”
With a push of her leg Mai shoved, propelling herself at the other woman. It wasn’t far, three loping steps of momentum was all she gathered before throwing herself at the bar owner. Protruding breasts smahed together with a hollow THUD, absorbing the impact of their thrown bodies. Mai bit her lip hard, swallowing down a scream as they bounced apart, her legs wobbling slightly. She recovered her balance in time to meet Tifa as the girl lunged at her, swinging her left boob to batter Mai’s right into her left.
Responding reflexively Mai swatted the noirette’s boob hard, causing it to bounce to the side. Rotating her body she now swung her right tit , at the same time Tifa did, both immense orbs meeting between them.
“Haaaarrghh!” Mai snarled her teeth, shoving her breast against Tifa’s. The dark haired hostess grunted savagely, pushing back with equal force, the thick flesh swelling and spreading. Glaring at each other out of the corner of their eyes, Mai saw Tifa come to a conclusion and jumped back just as the girl pulled away, left breast swinging at open air. They circled slowly, breasts bobbing.
“They’re as tough as I expected.” Tifa inclined her head, arms out slightly to the side. “Think they’re tough enough?”
“Even tougher my nipples,” Mai teased, sinking down, lowering her center of gravity. The second Tifa came at her, she’d give the girl a surprise. “Come on over and give them another feel.”
Taunting and gesturing at one another, the pair made several circuits of the room, then reversed their movements. Tifa attacked first, lunging at Mai who met her partway, breasts beating together brutally in a wild melee that had them both squealing in sharp pain. Fifteen hits later they jumped apart, resuming circling.
Mai this time took the offensive, swinging her boobs aggressively against Tifa’s, bashing the sturdy hostess back several feet before she caught herself and hurled her taut glands in vicious arcs that stung the outside of Mai’s tits with increasing levels of discomfort until she backed away.
Panting freely now, Mai winced at the redness in her boobs, swollen now from the repeated impacts. Across form her Tifa gasped heavily, tits looking even bigger than earlier and just as red as her own, the paleness of their skin working for and against them both in this regard.
Across to the side one of the lamps flickered and died and, as if a signal, Tifa rushed at the opposing woman with a ferocious snarl, arms trailing behind her. Nothing daunted, Mai thrust out her impressive chest. The impact knocked them apart, and staggered her, though she managed to retain her footing. Mai now launched an offensive, hurling her boobs at Tifa, even as a ceiling light went with a loud POP.
The now dimly lit room was filled with the slapping sounds of the two women pounding their breasts together. The voluptuous, buxom Mai and slim, busy Tifa shuffled to and fro on trembling legs, flinging their ample udders together furiously. She was hurting, Tifa that was, Mai knew. But so was she, with each impact delivering an agonizing stinging sensation she hadn’t felt in years since her last titfight. Grunting, she gritted her teeth, increasing the strength of her swings and beating her chesty rival into a temporary retreat.
On and on it seemed to go, battering each other back and forth across the room, through the middle, around the outside barely skirting the shifted furniture. Yet, despite the intense noise of flesh striking flesh and creaking floorboards, their movements were more akin to a dance than a fight.
Despite the rising pain neither felt any nervousness or fear. Only a need to aim their swings, or strengthen their thrusts and increase the violence of their attacks on each others treasured glands. Attacks that had their huge boobs splatter together, squash, flatten and recoil in bruising impacts. In spite of all this, there was no anger. No hostility driving them to fight harder or more brutally. Simply a womanly desire to determine, to their satisfaction, who’s hefty boobs were stronger…better.
Thus they eagerly danced, plump breasts flung together in a determined flurry, with no regard for the ticking clock or the world beyond the wooden doors. Their entire universe had shrunk to this room. The bar that Tifa bashed Mai against, swatting her boobs back and forth while holding her there, bent slightly across it. The walls they slammed each other up against repeatedly, rotating slowly, ignoring the crashing sound of the dartboard falling. And the tables that shapely rears bumped against in their squirming dance.
“YAH!” Tifa abruptly cried out, stepping back, arms flailing. Momentum already behind her, Mai swung hard, right breast against right breast and Tifa fell onto her rear. She quickly scooted backwards, pulling herself upright while keeping and eye on Mai. But the auburn haired ninja hadn’t moved, eyes on the bar rail where Tifa’s foot had snagged.
“Doesn’t count,” she declared, staring across at the stony faced bar owner, giving little bounces. “I don’t need outside help to knock you on your ass!”
“Thanks,” Tifa’s expression softened, a small smile crossing her face. Twisting her body Mai watched Tifa do the same and, after a couple false starts, their breasts flashed through the air to collide again. “But that’s not gonna…OW…happen!”
“We’ll…HYAH…” Mai yelped as Tifa’s boobs pounded against her own with impressive force. She had no idea how long they’d been fighting but after falling like she had, Mai had expected the woman to be cautious. Instead she went full steam ahead and the kunoichi struggled for a moment before slamming back with equal intensity, resuming the dance eagerly. “Oh…you’re gonna get it.”
Dueling furiously with swelling boobs, the determined beauties found their rhythm under the gleaming lights, and into the shadowed corners of the bar. Over and over they hurled their boobs to crash together, or thrust them into one another in head to head comparisons.
No advantage. Yet this did not make them despair. Instead it inspired both with the realization that they’d found someone they could fight with abandon. And like that, the bosomy violence between them went up another notch. Flung breasts crashed into each other with savage force, groaning cries and sharp squeals adding an accompanying chorus to the stamp of feet, the creaking of the floor. Even the sweat droplets that sprayed off of their heated bodies sparkled in the air around them.
Tifa swung hard, Mai crying out as her left breast swayed to the outside, pulling her body with it. Lips pulled back in a hideous snarl, she retaliated with her right, rotating her entire body behind the blow to smash Tifa’s jiggling orb away. In that moment, sweat dripped from her hair, making her blink sharply. All she heard was an angry growl and then wailed in shocked, aching pain, tumbling to her side, barely keeping a knee up to avoid falling completely.
Shoving a foot to the side for balance, Mai came back to her feet, body twisted to the side, bent to allow her breasts to hang heavily. Looking up, Tifa stood with legs spread, bouncing on her toes with clenched fists to the side as she panted. She gave no outward sign, but her eyes now shone with glee. “Lucky hit,” Mai grunted, annoyed. Then, embarassed at the petty feelings she rushed towards the waiting Tifa, flinging her boobs with renewed energy. The noirette waded in, breasts flailing as the two resumed hammering at one another.
Their movements became wilder, the pounding blows more vicious, the cries more insistent and louder despite their attempts to keep them in check. Long, brutal minutes passed, the only sounds being the deep hollow THUD of their large, dense breasts slamming side by side. As well as the agonized yelps, squeals or muffled screams as they bit down on lips.
Tifa stumbled, shoving a hand into her mouth to avoid screaming. Mai moved to capitalize before trembling legs suddenly gave out and she sank to her knees. Shaking her head, dazed, the Wutai woman growled and rose once more. By this time, however, Tifa had already recovered and was swaying towards her. She could see the tiredness on the noirette’s face but that did little to assuage the knowledge that she’d been knocked down twice.
Cautious now, they circled, feinting blows. Mai darted in delivering a powerful left to left blow that set the prominent orb wobbling. Tifa retaliated with a stinging blow from her right boob, then jumped back when Mai took another swing. The kunoichi followed, thrusting her tits at Tifa who shoved back, sending them in opposite directions.
Still wary, they approached each other carefully. Though they made fewer swings, each blow carried significantly greater force behind it and Mai felt herself stagger repeatedly in the face of the woman’s pounding slams. Likewise, however, she set Tifa stumbling…hammering her with ferocious blows. But due to the effort behind each hit, neither found herself able to follow through. So they kept hitting each other…and hitting each other. Pounding their straining breasts in a seeming unending cycle as neither proud beauty would admit defeat.
Tifa collapsed.
It was a powerful, accurate impact. Breasts flung together so hard that if they hadn’t connected both would have fallen flat on their faces. At the apex of the swing their boobs folded together, as if attempting to occupy the same space. They then recoiled, falling back onto heaving chests and Tifa sank to her knees with a loud, guttural moan of anguish.
But even before her cry had ceased Mai’s legs spasmed, failed to support her and she sank down opposite Tifa with bitter curse of “Fffffuuuckkkk…” Panting hotly, Mai stared stupidly at Tifa, who’s sweating face also bore a stunned look. Exasperation at the continued anguish finally reached a tipping point.
“Planet damned cu…” Mai groaned, suddenly grabbing her.
“Bit…” Tifa yelled and they both rose up on knees, thrusting and pumping their aching boobs into one another. Pressed cheek to cheek Mai gasped rapidly, then cried out sharply as Tifa reared back and delivered spiteful blow that saw all four orbs clap together. Angry at the cheap shot, Mai thrust out her rear before heaving her teats into sensitive undersides of Tifa’s. A sharp whine filled Mai’s ears, then pain emanated from her chest when the noirette retaliated.
Wrestling forcefully, tightly wrapped bodies rocked in desperate conflict until Tifa heaved powerfully to the side, dumping Mai onto her back. “MINE!” She hissed, pressing down with her tits, ensuring there was no doubt in her meaning. The kunoichi shouted at the weight on her chest, but she knew how to deal with it. Legs flailed and kicked before she managed to wrap hers around Tifa’s. Arms went high around the woman’s back and Mai squeezed the bar owner tightly and shoved!
Groaning horrendously the pair rolled slowly, sweating frames trembling in effort before Mai overturned the noirette. “NO…MINE!” The brunette snarled, immediately grinding her boobs mercilessly into Tifa. Twisting her head to face the woman fully, Mai reiterated. “MINE!!” Tifa’s eyes were flat arms, surprisingly strong, crushed at Mai. Their titflesh ballooned outwards from the bearhug, face to face, noses touching while lips pulling back from gritted teeth.
In a powerful lurch, Tifa forced Mai under her, rotating her body in a circular manner, working her boobs into the other girl’s. Mai bellowed at the pain, rocking against Tifa, trying to overbalance her. The pressure then lessened for a split second and Mai got her shoulder off the ground, rolling them slowly onto their sides. She knew what had happened, had spotted the brief grimace on Tifa’s face, felt it within their pillowy tits. Their nipples had met and, just like before, Tifa’s dark spikes had bent against Mai’s pink points.
The kunoichi kept the momentum going, gradually getting TIfa over, but unable to keep her there. As soon as her back touched the ground, Mai felt herself still moving, despite her best efforts to keep the girl down. She get her eyes locked with Tifa’s even as she was pushed, gradually, onto her back. And even as she, just as slowly, shoved Tifa off of her and over the black haired woman stared defiantly her amber irises.
Groaning in effort their movements carried them towards the door, bodies becoming filthy from the unswept dust sticking to the film of sweat that coated them.
Muscles clenched, straining powerfully as progress was halted and they moved back towards the bar counter, moving in a hitching manner, slowly, then a brief rapid turn before slowing again.
Tifa lowered her head and whimpered. Mai threw her head back, crying out. They rocked together, moving in fits and starts, undulating their bodies together as they were one. Breasts were welded together so tightly it was difficult to breath. Lowering her head, Mai’s forehead bumped up against Tifa’s. She stared into the girl’s reddish brown eyes as she squirmed under her weight. But Tifa wasn’t moving and Mai felt a thrill of fear run through her. Either she was more tired than she realized…or Tifa was stronger than her.
With the only option being to let herself get ground down from an inferior position, Mai shifted her focus to their legs. Tifa now worked to keep their legs grapevined, while Mai sought to untangle them. But the noirette also had to focus on keeping her balance on the still squirming brunette and, with a final grunt, Mai pulled her right leg free.
Needing to adjust, Tifa rose off of Mai, seeking to pin her to the ground. If that happened, Mai had a good idea what would come next. So she let the woman have her way her hands, distracting her attention away from their legs, then kicked out, kneeing the stomach, while her leg sent Tifa flying over her head. Mai rolled over onto her stomach, pushing herself upright in time to see Tifa crash to the floor with a loud WHUUF. Then, quick with nervous energy, the woman scrambled back up, turning to face Mai who held out her hands. “So…sorry.”
Tifa paused, cocking her head, clearly confused. “Huh?”
“I lost my temper,” Mai admitted, shoving sweat damp hair out of her face, wiping at her sides. “You hit damn hard and I…well…sorry.”
Tifa stared for a moment, then threw her head back, laughing loudly. Uncontrolled. Mai stared at the girl confused. Then covered her mouth as lips curled into a smile. Then a giggle. Soon she too was laughing with abandon, and all the tension from their fierce ground struggle was washed away.
“Mai, one thing you never apologize for…especially to me…is for fighting with everything you’ve got.” Tifa said, heaving for breath as the laughter faded, face serious now. “If I ever got the feeling you were holding back I’d tell you to get out immediately.”
“You know how to fight don’t you,” Mai said. A statement, not a question. “Not the typical hair yanking and scratching. But really fight.”
“Same as you, I’d bet,” Tifa replied. “That first time I knocked you down…I’ve never seen that stance before, but something told me that if I got close it wouldn’t end well.”
Mai looked away. “Maybe after I’m done squashing this flabby bags of yours, we can meet again sometime for a proper match.” She heard Tifa say and her head swung around sharply. “Your style against mine.”
“I think you mean when my guns flatten those sacks of yours,” Mai retorted, shaking her head in bemusement. Then she clapped her hands across her cheeks and turned her body to face Tifa. “But yeah. That sounds like it’d be fun. Swinging again?”
“Yeah…is what I’d like to say. But it’s already pretty late.” Tifa tilted a thumb to the clock behind her. Ten to eleven. Almost an hour since Tifa had first called her out of the toilet. Surprise crossed Mai’s face. If anything she was surprised so little time had passed. It felt like they’d been fighting for far longer. “Think your tits can still stand up to mine? Or wanna just call it quits so I can get to bed?”
In response Mai slipped into a crouch. “Wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
Tifa smiled, nodded, then became all business, gleaming body across from hers. They were definitely bigger now, Mai realized. Red and swollen, but taut and very firm looking. She couldn’t judge her own, but they certainly FELT heavier…or she just was just tired. The earlier brawl had drained her. Mai slapped herself mentally. She was Mai Shiranui…daughter and heiress of the Shiranui clan, vassal of the Kisaragi clan and most beautiful woman in the world! With the best damn body in the world! Turning abruptly she walked away from Tifa before whirling back around.
“I’m going to flatten you Tifa!” Mai declared, turning to present her profile, immense boobs jiggling to stand out starkly against her flat belly, pointing a steady finger at her new rival. She smiled. “No hard feelings.”
Tifa simply smirked, raising her hands over her head, letting them fall slowly behind her back and thrusting out her massive chest at Mai. “None at all. But I’m going to be the one to crush YOU tonight.”
“HYAH!” Mai surged forward, arms to her side, fingers crooked.
“YAH!” Tifa responded, darting towards Mai, arms up.
Crashing together Mai thrust out her chest to meet Tifa’s, breasts smashing together with a meaty SMACK, absorbing the force and weight of the collision. Instantly the soaked orbs squashed dramatically, sweat spraying outwards from the impact. Bare feet scrabbling for purchase on the floor, Mai gritted her teeth, shoving with her boobs, pitting her treasured glands against Tifa in a final head to head comparison.
Across from her Tifa bared her teeth, jaw locked, fists clenched at her side. Tifa’s nipples, again, became a casualty in the fight, but this time the noirette gave no indication. All four magnificent breasts strained and fought between them, faces twisting in response to the steady, insistent pain of forcing the orbs to try and occupy the same space.
But it clearly wasn’t enough.
Tifa gave a sharp cry and thrust her hands around Mai’s waist, pulling the her into her. Responding quickly, Mai flung her arms over the other woman’s shoulders, squeezing mightily. Both women groaned expressively as they crushed one another, breasts quivering, biceps bulging and back muscles becoming more defined. Grunting, they both instinctively shifted their legs forward. From ramrod straight when they were forcing their tits together Tifa’s left leg slid forward to brush lightly against Mai’s to slide between the others.
The grunting grew fiercer, louder as their attempts to crush one another had them stagger unsteadily back and forth. Tifa squeezed hard, casuing Mai’s legs to buckle slightly. An intent look on her face, the woman leaned in, aiming to get her breasts on top of Mai’s, to force her lower. The kunoichi panted, puffed, in exertion, long legs pushing her back up to a level position out of sheer muscle strength. She gave a strained smirk at Tifa’s wide eyed shock.
Once more on an even footing Mai squeezed Tifa tightly and thrust causing her black haired opponent to moan and boobs to wobble noticeably. Sweat trickling down her back, Mai then hissed as Tifa crushed back and shoved with her chest, making her tits jiggle and shift. Their faces were closer now. Each tug of their arms, each push with their increasingly softer…looser breasts.
“Not much longer now. I can feel your soft bags just melting.” Mai taunted, pressing her forehead against Tifa’s. She gave a light wriggle, working her nipples into Tifa’s pillowy tits. She could only imagine the pain they were causing the hostess. “They’re so spongey and weak. Give up now and you won’t need to pad your bra tomorrow!”
“I’d worry more about myself if I were you.” Tifa gasped, giving a powerful thrust, that had Mai take several staggering steps back. But their tits remained plastered together, sweat dripping from the compressed orbs to patter onto their shuffling feet. Mai moaned as Tifa squeezed again, shooting her a sneer. “Look at how squishy they are. I’d offer to lend you one of mine, but it might be a bit loose.”
“Good thing you have that sports bra,” Mai growled. She set her feet, doing her best to ignore how they trembled, no longer jostling with Tifa for position. Her arms dropped to the small of the woman’s back, clenching, and pulled Tifa hard into herself. “Cause I think I’m gonna crush you for real for that. Nice or not, no gaijin is gonna beat me or my babies!”
“Anata wa tada, kō negau dakeda!” Tifa retorted mockingly. The shock of hearing her own language from the busty bartender’s lips made Mai’s grip slip for a moment before quickly re-adjusting. She snarled at Tifa, who hissed back, adding her own crushing force to their hug. “And your babies are gonna be limp sacks once my champs get done with them!”
Squeezing with all they had the sweat drenched, half naked, squirmed their upper bodies together with nervous energy. Big and round, milky white tits and beautiful, shining porcelain boobs pancaked together under the horror struck eyes of both women. Mai had never been this deep in a titfight before, never had her breasts challenged this hard. She tightened her back, thrusting as best she could to force her tits even harder against Tifa’s.
Boobs, once so firm and dense, visibly slackened under the immense pressure. Tifa’s breasts had long since lost their rounded shape, molding against Mai’s aching mammaries. But they weren’t the only ones. Mai moaned in distress, her reddened boobs spreading out against Tifa’s core. Pancaking as they fought to overcome the resistance. Tifa then gave a quiet whimper and her legs buckled. Mai felt her sinking, breasts dropping beneath hers, but her own overtaxed legs couldn’t bear the strain and she gratefully sank down opposite Tifa, their boobs still plastered together.
“Now…I got you…” Mai croaked. Digging into her reserves, Mai squeezed with everything she had left. “You…you’re…uhhh…weakening…”
“Bu…bullshit…” Tifa rasped, arms moving higher under Mai’s pits. “I’m…stronger…than…you!”
Both women threw back their heads, crying out in effort, boobs held up only by the combined pressure of Mai and Tifa flowed together, resistance melting away. They both gave a horrified whimper, clutching each tightly once more time. Liquid breasts quaked, shuddered and finally…with agonizing slowness…Mai’s breasts spread out, flattening against Tifa’s tits.
“No…no…” Mai looked down in disbelief, unable to believe what her eyes were showing. Her beautiful, unbeaten…formerly…boobs molded around Tifa’s boobs. Accomodating their advance. Tifa breasts were flattened considerably at the tip to be sure, but that still didn’t stop them from burrowing their way into her tits. Leaking eyes, looked upwards into the face of her victorious oppoent expecting the joy there. But there was also sympathy that caused an irrational surge of anger. “My…boobs…”
“Were the best I’ve…ever faced.” Tifa said softly, breathing heavily. She didn’t released her hug, because Mai hadn’t relinquished hers. “No lie, Mai. You have to know how this works. You want me to do this? To go all the way?”
“No…I…I give.” Mai croaked…sinking back onto her haunches, arms falling away. Immediately she felt Tifa’s arms move from behind her back and the woman fall back onto her rear with a deep sigh. It still hadn’t fully registered to the proud kunoichi. “My…my boobs…lost…”
“Only barely.”
Mai looked over at Tifa as the girl fondled her chest. Much like her own it hung down heavily, like that of a much older woman. Not the mouth watering sight that drove men crazy and women jealous.
“A loss…is a loss.” She sighed. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You were ready to sling tits from the get go. You must’ve been in more than a few fights like this before.”
“You’re no amateur Mai.” Tifa replied, wincing as she rose to feet, hands out to keep her balance. “And your tits are fucking amazing. I was running on fumes at the end there.”
“Come off it. You said some woman fought you to a draw.”
“Yeah, back when I was new to this.” Tifa retorted, offering a hand to help her up. Mai stared at the proferred hand, before grasping it and groaning as she was pulled to her feet. “I didn’t choose to learn to fight like this. It was something forced on me cause others were scared to fight me otherwise.”
“Huh, either you’re very confident or I missed out,” Mai’s tired mind worked fast. “Back home it was kind of a way for the ladies to settle arguments that got out of hand. Or just avoid boredom. It’s pretty old fashioned back home and women getting openly into fights is largely…largely…”
“Mai?”
Mai stumbled, her body deprived of adrenaline since they’d stopped fighting, began to shut down on her. She saw the wooden floor rising to meet her, before something caught her.
*****
Mai woke up, sore and aching, with a start. For a moment she had the amnesia one had when suddenly awoken before remembering. Swinging her legs over the edge of the small cot she sighed deeply. Losing was a bitter pill to swallow. But before she could sink into a depression she realized what had woken her. Voices outside the door.
Padding quietly across the floor she pressed an ear to the door.
“You’re supposed to be the smart one Tifa. Barret was a loose cannon. It was only a matter of time before he was cut loose.”
“Perhaps if you people did more than skulk around…”
“And do what? Assault Shinra in the street? Blow up their buildings? We tried that once before. Before your or even Barret’s time. It didn’t work out well.”
Mai felt an excitement build. She’d been right. Tifa was…or rather HAD been a member of Avalanche. She glanced through the keyhole, squirming about to get a look at who she was talking to. The first was a young man with dirty blonde hair and what looked like a small goatee. The other was a slim woman, about her and Tifa’s age, with glasses and short black hair. She burned their faces into her mind for a quick sketch, before she heard a light clop clop of boots coming in her direction.
Like a flash she was back under the covers. She counted to five then rolled over with a loud yawn, stretching so the covers fell of the bed in time with the door being thrust open.
“EEK!” She squealed extra loudly for effect, grabbing for the fallen covers, giving the young man who stood in the doorway just enough time for a good look. He wasn’t bad looking all things considered. Spikey blonde hair and a handsome, almost pretty face. Almost as good looking as Andy. “Who are you!?”
“CLOUD!” She heard Tifa shout, looking furiously over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Felt someone watching.” He replied and Mai felt a chill at the voice. A killer her senses screamed. Before things could escalate Tifa shoved past him.
“This is Mai. She’s the customer I told you I was letting use the room. Remember.” Tifa poked him in the chest. Mai’s eyes widened at how casually she treated this man. Didn’t she realize how dangerous he was. Then, just like that, the tension left the room and he looked at Tifa like a lost puppy.
“Sorry,” he muttered and Mai felt her nipples harden under his sheepish look. Still dangerous. Just in a very different way. As he moved away she got a better look at the two Avalanche members who’d been talking to TIfa.
“Zhijie, Nayo. Barret’s gonna keep doing what he’s doing. And he’s going to keep getting support from people who lost everything to Shinra.” Tifa said quietly. “And that includes me. You’d better leave before he gets back.”
“At what cost Tifa,” Nayo, the woman, tried one last time. “All you’re going to do is push regular people TO Shinra. You have to…”
“Leave it be,” Zhijie placed a hand on Nayo’s shoulder, gently pulling the woman away. “We’re wasting our time.”
After they left the three remaining moved into the bar proper. Mai surrepticiously observed Tifa’s behavior. Unlike previously there was a spring to her step and a new sway to her motions. And she kept tossing subtle glances over at the one she’d called Cloud.
“So how long have you known Tifa?” She asked.
“Since we were kids,” He replied in a dry monotone. “We lived next door to each other.”
“Ah…I see.” Cloud looked at her curiously, while Tifa’s face reddened. Mai grinned. “Tifa…I’ll be in touch. But right now I need to check the board.”
“Don’t be a stranger Mai.”
“Oh I won’t.” Mai pushed open the entrance, paused and twisted her head around. “Just so we’re clear, next time will be different.”
Darting out the door, Mai moved behind the building. She needed to get to her room while the memories were fresh in her mind. Zhijie and Nayo. Time to get back to business.
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Inspiration for this goes to GladioTenebris https://www.deviantart.com/gladiotenebris for his amazing three part matchup.
If only I’d seen his art earlier I’d have tried to work Mai, Andy and maybe Terry into the story, cause goddamn if his portrayal of their fights didn’t go hard. This’ll just be a two parter, trying to showcase Tifa and Scarlet from an outsiders point of view.
The End