Bully x Bully

Jungle Nightclub lived up to its name. A humid, sticky air filled the club, carrying with it the scent of sweat and a pungent collision of various colognes and perfumes. Yet contained in the stagnant, decadent air was also a faint tinge of danger. Fickle rays of multi-color strobe lights broke through the canopy of metal, shining upon the swelling mass of beasts on the jungle floor, all lusting, laughing, scheming, and plotting in a deafening chorus. Within the surging, pulsating crowd were many men and women simply trying to enjoy their night, the socially awkward and insecure, lowly ‘herbivores’ waiting to get lucky. C-tier girls, covered in too much makeup trying to hide their flaws and blemishes, being bought drinks by C-tier guys, social outcasts, and virgins, while inwardly both groups wished they could do better. Prowling through the undergrowth were also dreadful predators, vicious A-tier alphas. Some of these arrogant and proud predators would choose to spend their night satiating their lustful hunger, the bravado, and various forms of competition, mere tools to help fulfill their sexual urges, but for many, the competition and inevitable conflict were the goals. They fought other apex predators, not due to disputes over prey, but for the ecstasy of conquering a rival, forcing a supposed ‘equal’ to bow their head. And so, they lurked, cloaked in shadows, with eyes wide, ready and waiting for potential threats to appear. They were bold and brash, arrogantly throwing their bodies around, muscles straining against muscles, teeth clenching, and spittle flying. But in the dark, hidden from the light of day, where the only law is the law of the jungle... only the last one standing can be considered the winner. Achieving victory over another alpha would never be easy. The various forms of fighting would also take a toll, draining both combatants of their strength...so it didn't matter, who had the biggest muscles or strongest cock, the perkiest tits, or the fattest ass. What mattered… was cunning. Knowing to avoid fighting when your enemy is strong… possessing the tolerance to feign weakness. Knowing that the enemy has grown weak…possessing the wit to spy an opportunity for effortless victory. Knowing that a defeated foe could still be a threat… possessing the brutality to finish an enemy before they dare to counterattack… These were all things Amber had been forced to learn long ago. Long brown hair, cascading down her back, Amber was stunning. Wide, expressive eyes that matched her hair in color. Soft, smooth skin, looking as though she'd never worked a day in her life, and red lips so tantalizing anyone would want to take a bite. She had come to the club alone. A display of confidence that was noticed immediately by the proud predators of Jungle. Another sign of confidence was her outfit. Two strips of dark blue faux leather, connecting around her neck, ran down her chest and back, connecting around her crotch. The strips were thin, leaving huge amounts of skin on display, from generous displays of side boob, down to her hips. Despite showing off so much skin, the eyes of the men around her were ravenous. The bodysuit, if it could be called that, was practically vacuum-sealed onto her body. Her heavy chest was held firmly in place, and in an excruciating tease, seemed custom-fitted, as while onlookers could feast their eyes on the tender tits, her areola were just covered. Her outfit was so stuck to her tantalizing body that her cute belly button could be seen, though, only a few inches further down was a jaw-dropping cameltoe that stole her tight stomach’s attention, the faux leather only serving to further accentuate the outline of her most intimate secret. It was equally tight around her voluptuous ass, the sides of her bountiful behind popping out of the bodysuit in a way that made it resemble a leotard. Yet, contradicting her lack of company and bold choice of clothes, when the menacing glares of half a dozen alpha women locked onto her, she lowered her head in fright rather than standing tall. When a dissatisfied and threatened challenger approached, slapping her bouncy chest into Amber’s, she took a nervous step back, her hands awkwardly fiddling with her brown hair as she desperately avoided eye contact. Display after display of submission and timidity, her evaluation in the eyes of the prowling female predators of Jungle finally dropped, each of the bombastically busty and proud women scornfully looking down on her- ‘she has the body of a bad bitch, but not the confidence to match… and no right to dress like such a slut. She’s not a threat.’ As the moon rose higher into the sky, the friction between women grew hotter, some backing down and bowing out, finding themselves a hot body to bring home, while others grew more and more competitive, interfering with other alpha’s attempts to pull, bumping hips, tangling legs, and smashing tits together. Amber was aware that the men were busying competing in their own way, but she had no interest in them, especially not the desperate and pathetic losers thinking they had a chance at fucking her. They didn’t. *** Amber watched on coldly, her brown eyes that flickered with malice going unnoticed by the increasingly rampant women colliding from the bar to the dance floor, to the booths. Occasionally, as if sensing her stare, a boisterous and brash wannabe bad bitch would look her way, at which she would quickly look down in submission. Amber had countless victims, many of whom she had terrorized in her younger, less restrained days, and they would have been dumbfounded to see how she was behaving. ‘Is this still the girl who kicked my vagina until I bled?’ ‘This is what happened to the girl who ripped my clothes off in the middle school toilets and left me there?’ Yet she had not turned over a new leaf, leaving her cruelty behind. It was simply hidden. The once unrestrained instrument of violence now sheathed. Her fingers brushed over her upper thigh, grazing a spot just covered by her tight bodysuit. Concealed behind it was an old scar, a permanent reminder of the day her cruel talons were blunted, and her life was upended. (All because of her…) She thought darkly, hatred bubbling up inside her. She had given as good as she had gotten, but that wasn’t enough, not for Amber, who had gotten so used to crushing anyone and everyone beneath her heel. Her classmates just punching bags for her limitless aggression. It was after that disastrous ending to her middle school life, and she moved to a new town, that she began to practice her new methods. The bloodthirsty, rampaging hunter slowly transforming into a silent snake. The same cruelty, the same results, but less effort. No longer blinded by pride, she now understood how to use it against others. Her eyes scanning the club like a hawk, she noticed that the night’s clash of female egos had almost reached its end. The four women had finishing culling the rest, bullying and intimidating them into retreat, before turning their fangs on each other, colliding outside the restrooms. Locked together in a painful-looking four-way crush, their arms had wrapped around the other’s, trapping the warring women in a cage of flesh. Amber’s eyes dripped with disdain as she watched four pairs of tits, almost as oversized as their egos, squash together, practically spilling out of their dresses. The women were flushed red in pain and exertion, spitting insults back and forth as each attempted to crush the tits of her three competitors. Amber skulked closer, gliding between members of the spectating group. She delivered a ruthless hip slam to a spectating woman, the same bitch who had earlier rammed her tits into Amber’s. A stronger woman had long since shattered her delusions of the night’s alpha, leaving her only two options being to leave, or stay and spectate the soon to escalate violence. Caught off guard, the woman’s head flailed around with fury in her eyes- about to cause a scene- only for her face to contort with shock upon laying eyes on Amber. Tired of her sheepskin disguise, Amber seemed to be radiating malice. Standing tall; her curves seemed sharp to the point of lethality, she was no longer submissive and soft, no longer allowing herself to be disrespected. She had no more need to hide. Looking coldly down on the arrogant ‘alpha’ women, a thin smile on her face, she watched as they staggered apart, their tits looking equally sore from their four-way crush. None of them had made any progress, so they had split into two groups, each spitefully swearing to fuck up the girl in front of them before dragging their eyes over the other pair and promising to fuck up the remaining fighter too. The woman dragged their chosen opponents into the dirty club toilets, brutally groping tight asses and clawing cunts, hissing and screaming for any women still in there to ‘get the fuck out’. With a scornful laugh, Amber turned to look at the spectating woman beside her, “Do you want to place a guess on who’s walking out of there?” The woman stared dumbly back at her, confusion and nervousness evident on her face. “You don’t know? Hmm?” Amber asked tauntingly, taking a step closer. The woman, sensing ill-intent, attempted to move away, but with a single stride Amber had pressed up against her, Amber’s firm tits ruthlessly slamming her own. She felt her breasts crumple like paper under the brunette’s aggressive advance, the woman she had bullied earlier now seeming so powerful. She fell to the floor as Amber watched on coldly. “How about now?” The brunette snorted pridefully. She turned, strutting into the restroom, her hips swaying pridefully from side to side. She could endure being slighted, but she’d always pay it back! Thinking as such, she left the drama-loving spectators behind, the chatter and laughter of the crowd being replaced by the screams and squeals of catfighting bitches as the restroom door shut behind her. Restraining the urge to jump into the fray, her eyes swept the room. ‘Four stalls; first is empty, second and third occupied by those squealing pigs fucking each other up, fourth stall…probably empty.’ Looking behind the door, her eyes arched into devious crescents as she spied a bar stool shoved haphazardly in the corner, presumably dragged in here by a girl too drunk to stand while holding her friend’s hair back, (Perfect.) Moving quietly, she propped it against the door, blocking the interference from any potential interventionists, though with the Jungle’s owner’s lack of care towards the dark deeds happening in their club…she likely didn’t need to worry about it. Walking softly, she concealed herself in the first stall. The wannabe alphas were still energetic, yanking hair, crushing tits, spanking asses, and clawing cunts, screaming out hate and pain echoing off the walls. For now, Amber was happy to remain an unnoticed spectator. Happy to let them tire themselves out a little more. If she had analyzed these women correctly, even without her entering the feud, none of them would manage to claim victory anyway. (These four are as identical as they come,) She smirked, (Yet they’re still dreaming about knocking down a perfect copy, twice in a row?) She smiled softly, her finger habitually reaching down to stroke her old scar, (I’m afraid their happy dreams will soon become nightmares…) Yet unbeknownst to Amber, however, there was another malicious predator in the room. One who had slipped in ahead of the foursome’s explosive entrance, one who had hidden in the fourth stall, ignoring their demands to leave and keeping as still as a snake about to lunge. With a thick blonde mane that rolled over her shoulders, Ryan was nothing if not gorgeous. Bright blue eyes overflowed with charm; blue jewels placed on soft pink skin. Her facial features were a blend of soft and aggressive beauty, large red lips that seemed fixed in a permanent subtle smile, capable of both seductive invitation as well as clamping around the lips of her prey. The blonde wore an outfit just as bold as Amber’s, it stuck to her pale skin almost as if it had been painted onto her. A stripe of faux leather ran down her chest past her crotch, just reaching the middle of her thighs. Unlike Amber’s bodysuit, however, it was a dress, the front and back not attached via the crotch, nor collar, instead, the revealing front and back stripes were tied together by six overlapping, crisscrossing straps on either side. Her large, milky white side-boobs were squeezed sensually, the faux leather pulled tight over her protruding, plump ass, plenty of which had been on display all evening too, the back of her dress revealing as much ‘side-ass’ as it did side-boob. She was a predator unlike the catfighters wreaking havoc in the middle two stalls. One who knew cunning. She had long since learned to hide her bloodthirst, and malice, understanding that the only one left standing, in the end, is the one who fights smart. Long since learned that relentlessly attacking like a rabid dog, only ends in broken teeth and that she must hide her fangs and wait, silent and out of sight. A mad dog no longer, instead, a snake. Biding her time all evening, Ryan had smiled past the scorn, allowed herself to be forgotten by the competing hordes of women, fading into the background until she noticed that the strong had gorged themselves on the weak, their egos growing fat, each of the four believing they were on the cusp of victory. Hiding in her stall, listening to the sound of asses being viciously slapped, and the pained screams caused by cruel hairpulling, she smirked, (These sluts think that beating a load of weak, little cunts makes them strong…makes them an alpha… I’ll give them a lesson they don’t forget.) Thinking as such, her hand reached down to caress an old scar on her upper thigh. A brand, from an old enemy she longed to meet again. *** The near-constant screams and squeals ricocheting out of the two stalls gradually grew less frequent, instead replaced by muffled moans and pained sobs. Hearing this, Ryan slipped off her heels, grimacing as her soft, perfectly pedicured feet touched the floor. She had to move silently, ensuring her prey remained unaware of her presence until the moment she struck, and the loud click-clack of high heels was a liability. Tiptoeing out of her hiding place, a disdainful smirk spread across her face as she saw the barstool-blocked door. Creeping closer, she found that the door to the third stall was partially blocked from the inside, by what she presumed was a tangle of two exhausted bitches. Despite her fat breasts, wide hips, and thick ass providing some resistance, she succeeded in her infiltration, slithering like a snake between the gap in the door. Her presumption was proven correct. The two women, one olive-skinned, a brunette, and the other a pale white, with bright ginger hair, had collapsed to the floor together, their dresses in scattered shreds. The catfight had devolved into a cuntfight, both girls with legs spread and their slits tightly stuck together. At first glance, it seemed as though the olive-skinned woman had managed to mount her rival, trapping the ginger under her, yet the redhead had locked her powerful legs around the brunette’s waist, preventing her from escaping, so who had trapped who wasn’t something Ryan could guess. Regardless of whether the brunette had successfully mounted the redhead, or whether the redhead had succeeded in trapping the brunette, the outcome was clear. (Splitting up into groups of two before deciding it for good?) Ryan smirked, taunting internally, (You useless sluts just fucked each other into the ground, so much for your competitive spirit.) Pulling out her phone, she began to take pictures of the defeated duo. She hadn’t needed to lift a finger, simply wait, and she had just received so much blackmail material. Squatting down to take pictures of their battered and slightly bloody cunts, she couldn’t help but applaud inwardly, (Fuck…no wonder they fucked each other silly, I’ve never seen a pair of pussies so identical.) Her eyes flashed with scorn. It was to prevent pathetic outcomes like this that she had stopped acting so thoughtlessly, stopped getting carried away by her ego. One bitter tie was enough for her. Her hand habitually reached for her upper thigh, for the scar her enemy of yesteryear had given her. It was a cigarette burn mark, something she felt was an ugly, repulsive blemish on her perfect body. Her bloodthirst had known no restraint in her middle school days, and she had been a merciless she-devil rampaging through her grade. Yet one she-devil had met another, and her sharp fangs had been shattered. Back then, she had wielded her sadistic aggression like a bludgeon, becoming splattered with blood whenever she swung it. In contrast, this same, cruel sadism could now be likened to a fine scalpel, her cuts still wilful, yet now precise and calculated. She could prey upon whomever she pleased without a single scratch, much less a brand seared into her skin. Touching the burn, Ryan felt her temper flare, the woman’s brown hair reminded her of the hateful bitch who ruined her life. She stood up, having finished collecting blackmail material, and lifted a foot, before ruthlessly stomping down upon the brunette’s ass. The sudden ruthless stomp crushed the still-kissing cunts of the exhausted duo into one another, causing muffled screams to erupt from the pair as they were forcibly jolted awake. It had been years since Ryan had been in their position, but she could see that things had taken a strange turn in their frenzy of cat-hate and lust. The pair must have felt that no matter how close they got, it wasn’t enough, so the curvaceous beauties had actually decided to cooperate in braiding their hair together. The result was that they were sealed together nose-to-nose, mouth-to-mouth. Ryan scoffed, (Stuck sharing air with no choice but to moan down each other’s throat, no wonder they were so muffled towards the end.) Her barefoot stomped relentlessly, forcing the two cunts deeper and deeper together. The two moaned and groaned, but thankfully they had done her the favor of gagging each other, preventing them from screaming for help. Even more favorably, the pair of fighters next door had gotten a second wind, going again for the umptieth time, their moans joining the wails of forced pleasure she was eliciting with her stomps. Ryan had just considered putting her high heel back on, to make the stomping a bit more ‘exciting’ for the brunette, when the pair tensed, their bodies growing rigid as loud moans reverberated from their conjoined mouths. A hot jet of cum erupted from their tightly pressed pussies, their female anatomy blending so perfectly that even their cum seemed to mix together. The two then lost all strength collapsing into a heap once more. Ryan was dissatisfied that the pair gave in so quickly, but she knew this was likely their limit. Even if she continued stomping away, all she’d be doing is wasting her energy. There was no need to force it anyway, not when the pair next door had just fucked each other to climax again, and she could go and torment them. She yanked on the brunette’s hair, causing the faces of the brunette and blonde, still stuck together, to lift off the floor. She leaned forward, making sure to take pictures of their noses upturned against each other and mouths sealed together. Though hard to make out, with their dense eyelashes knotted together, their eyes had helplessly rolled back, tears of pained pleasure running down their cheeks. A girl can never have too much blackmail material after all. Her body thrummed and purred with sadistic satisfaction; a hot warmth born in her navel that trickled down to her twat. It didn’t matter to her that she wasn’t the cause of the duo’s mutual destruction, being the last one standing… knowing that her chosen path of predation was the correct one…being the one to decide the fate of these identically bodied bitches… left her nipples and clit equally erect, fighting against their faux-leather bindings. (Fuuuck…) She whispered inaudibly, her hand snaking down her tight stomach to find her rock-hard clit. (First, I’ll take pictures of that other pair, then I’m gonna fucking squirt all over these stupid sluts…) Her eyes filled with a mix of lust and malice, she squeezed her aching, throbbing tits through the tight stall door, as her fingers started to rub her blood-pumped clitoris through her dress. (Maybe I should piss on them too, I’m sure they’ll love it.) She thought, her beautiful face contorted by cruel desire. Her vicious visage suddenly warped in shock, however, when looking into the mirror opposite the stalls, she saw a brunette squeezing herself out of the second stall. Her eyes flickered with shock as she hastily recalled the two girls who had been getting in each other’s faces outside the restroom. (One blonde, one raven-haired… So, who the fuck is this brunette bitch? A last-minute substitution?) Ryan’s blue eyes narrowed. This other woman had seen her too, her warped tightening in surprise. It would have been impossible to miss her, both had been ripped from the shadows and exposed equally before the light of the mirror. Pulling herself out of the stall, she turned to look at the woman in the flesh, as the unexpected interferer did the same. She wore an outfit painfully similar to Ryan’s, the curves of her large, firm breasts not concealed in the least, and showing off plenty of skin, the entirety of her sides exposed openly. The only difference was that the black faux leather plastered to Ryan came in the form of a dress, while the blue faux-leather vacuum-sealed onto the other’s skin bore a greater resemblance to a body suit. Yet somehow, despite this attention-grabbing outfit, Ryan hadn’t noticed her all evening. She had no idea how long this woman had been at the club, or even when she had entered the restroom. Blue eyes darted downwards. She saw the woman's hand frozen on her crotch, the brunette interrupted halfway through touching herself. She saw that she was barefoot, despite the grime on the restroom floor. Ryan felt her lower abdomen constrict in tension, recognizing the tell-tale signs of another predator. Not a wannabe alpha sort of 'predator', like the arrogant foursome who had dragged each into this shared cage after a night full of loud drama, but a silent predator who knew how to endure and hide. A predator who knew that hiding claws and fangs was a must and that the only good prey was dead prey. A predator like her. Ryan could hear her heart, pounding in her chest as the duo eyed each other silently, the air around them thick with tension. The blonde felt her insides twisting and knotting, an almost instinctive aversion and loathing for the brunette bubbling up inside her. The threat of equal rival mixed with the shame and jealously of wearing similar outfits, which then compounded with her hatred for brunettes. All emotions which were multiplied tenfold by the fact that the woman hunted like her, thought her like. A furious and frantic bloodthirst screaming within her, muscles loaded with memories of pulling hair, clawing, and scratching... teeth biting down tender flesh. A hateful and sadistic bloodthirst she forced back down. Giving in to these emotions is how these women ended up unconscious and entangled on the putrid floor of the nightclub restroom. How she had ended up in a reckless and ruthless game of chicken back then, her old enemy and her branding each other’s skin, so carried away by hatred that they were seized by the desire for mutually assured destruction. Therefore, Ryan swallowed down the antagonizing words on the verge of spewing out of her mouth, restraining her hand longed to swing for the woman's infuriating-looking face, and instead took a step forward. Whether Ryan moved first, or the brunette, she couldn’t say, but the two bodies met in a soft press, tits touching as stomachs were aligned, the two beauties bringing their faces together as eyes met, each woman examining, testing the other for signs on weakness. Curvy, voluptuous bodies tightly wrapped in faux leather were gently pressed together as the blonde and brunette subtly tested each other’s nerves. Sensitive side-boob grazed sensitive side-boob as the touching of tits became more forceful, the heavy tit-flesh of the two women facing a double compress, from both their tight outfits and each other. Their outfits squeaked and hissed under the friction as navels were rubbed together, grinding from left to right, up and down. It was as though the pair were dancing, their movements excruciatingly slow and they tease and tested one another, fingers tracing along their exposed sides, drawing circles on plump ass-meat. Ryan’s aggression and sudden, boiling hate had been concealed, sheathed in sensual seduction as she prodded and probed the brunette’s body, comparing not only their devastatingly sexual forms but also their predatory resolve. Ryan’s blue eyes had glued to the brunette’s pair, searching for a sign of hesitation and weakness, at which she would immediately strike. Strangely, as she searched, she felt a disconcerting sense of familiarity towards the other, a vague sensation of unease growing at the back of her mind. She forced it down, however. There was no respect between women like them, no ‘ready, set, go’ before one of them struck. There was no room for distraction in a clash between two equally dangerous alphas. It was unpleasant to admit, especially with the ‘hate-at-first-sight’ still writhing in her stomach, but the brunette was a perfect physical match against her. Their firm chests had pancaked together in symmetry and four legs, equally long, thrummed with both seduction and malice, each pair ready to constrict around the other like anacondas at any moment. Her calculating hands had wandered between juicy thighs, domineering hips, supple waist, and a powerful, protruding ass, taking silent measurements as they did so. The blonde felt inwardly awed at the woman's fierce physique, every inch of her radiating sexual allure. Sadly, even after a tight, body-to-body inspection, she saw no weakness in the unknown brunette’s prowess, which meant that if one of them ignited the thick tension between them, both would end up burnt. Even if she achieved victory after a hard-fought battle, it would be a pyrrhic one, her ending likely no different from the defeated sluts in the stall. The unexpected threat seemed to come to the same conclusion as her, as the pair each took action to defuse the tension, their bodies relaxing against the other, the tight press returning to a gentle touch. Between women like them, they would be no respect or friendship blooming, only envy and hatred, but their movements losing their sharp edge, returning to a sensual intertwining signified a shared unwillingness to fight. A mutual, tacit acknowledgment that whatever their feelings towards the other, neither would benefit if they fought here and now. Predators like them had grown used to concealing their true feelings, no longer slaves to their bloodthirsty impulses. *** Amber felt the blonde's tight, faux-leather-clad body relax in tandem with her own as she suppressed her desire for violence. She hated how similar their outfits were, hated how she had been caught off-guard and forced from her role as an unopposed predator down to potential prey. She hated looking at the blonde’s face, her features causing her stomach to churn with an undefined sense of foreboding and dread, and she especially hated the fact that this unwelcome threat was blonde. She held a special hatred for blondes, and the sudden threat of a potential role reversal at the hands of one had almost set her off. That this new threat was blonde was like a painful slap in the face, considering just moments earlier she had been taking great pleasure in bullying a blonde in the second stall When the sounds of suppressed moans had begun to fade, she had slipped her heels off and squeezed herself through the stall door, her fat tits and fatter ass causing her some problems as she did so. The catfight had devolved into a brutal 69, both girls buried deep between the other’s spread legs, upper and lower lips locked together. At first glance, it seemed as though the blonde had straddled her rival’s face, wrapping her legs around her victim’s head as she tried to drown her in cunt juices, yet the raven-haired woman had also coiled her legs around the blonde, pulling her down to forcibly bury the woman’s face in her cunt, so who had trapped who first wasn’t something Amber could guess. Regardless of whether the blonde had claimed the initiative, pinning her raven rival, or the black-haired woman had proactively crushed the blonde between her thighs, the outcome was clear. (Fuck, looking at how out of it they are, clearly the two of them give good head,) Amber had laughed to herself, (You two are so knotted together, how were either of you planning on going next door?) As she was taking pictures of the pair, it had occurred to her that the two might have choked each other to death, so she avoid touching them while collecting commemorative photos. The two must have had no choice but to suck, bite and chew on each other in a desperate race against time, both trying to force the other into submission before they ran out of air, only for the ‘excitement’ of the situation to get the better of them, the duo experiencing a simultaneous explosive climax that pumped hot girl cum into their stomachs. Even unconscious, however, the two remained locked together. The blonde’s legs had tensed up around her rival’s head, and her arms were stuck under the other girl’s body, while the raven-haired woman was in an identical predicament, her legs locked around the blonde, and her arms trapped between under the weight of her mounter. When Amber picked up on faint groans echoing from the lip-locked fighters, however, she sighed in relief, knowing they hadn't croaked, and decided to have some fun with them. Putting her foot on the blonde’s back, she began to push down, forcing cunt to face and face to cunt. The blonde could naturally feel her malicious intervention but couldn’t speak nor pull her head out of her rival’s grip, so the pair were helplessly toyed with by Amber until forced to another climax, squirt filling noses and mouths as they passed out in unwilling ecstasy once more. Amber had squeezed herself out of the stall, clit erect with cruel heat, only to realize she had stepped into the sightline of a fellow hunter, almost receiving whiplash from the sudden shift in mood. From a slow seduction to a threatening grind, then back to an uneasy truce, Amber and the unknown interloper pushed into each other, both decisively forcing their way into and through the other, yet simultaneously, both avoided tensing their bodies, allowing their soft feminine features to mold together, as each took one step forward while conceding a step in return. The result was that brunette and blonde had now swapped places, Amber now outside the third stall, the other woman outside the second. “I’m curious to see what you did with my prey,” The blonde purred. The implication of her words not lost on Amber. “I’m curious to see what you did with mine,” The brunette whispered back, wearing a teasing smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Hips cocked forward in a display of mutual aggravation, sparks flying between the pair as leather-covered crotches met. Having affirmed for the umpteenth time that she had no advantage over this new rival, Amber pulled herself off the other girl’s chest, the leather unpeeling in pieces as though the two had been stuck together. Burning up with lustful hatred, a hatred that she could tell was shared by the other woman, Amber's brown eyes locked with blue eyes in a cold, unrelenting stare as the two violent barged their way into the other’s stall, needing to worry about the noise, or alerting their victims, no longer. She couldn’t help but draw breath seeing the state the two girls of stall three had left each other in, the warm current spreading throughout her body sending pleasure-filled shivers down her spine. Her hand was at her crotch before she even knew what was happening, the popper on her body suit undone, shlicking as she looked down at the two buried in each other’s cunts. “Fuuuck…” “Shiiiit…” Two moans echoed out. One from the brunette, the other from the blonde. She felt a mix of pride and envy as she heard the other girl’s moan. Pride, because the sight her rival was getting off to was seen first by her. She stomped those two sluts into their final climax, and the hateful blonde could only finger herself to the leftovers. Envy, for the same reason. She’d had her prey stolen, these two bitches burying each other seen first by someone else. She could see the footprint left on the brunette’s back, clearly from the blonde tormenting them, and she hated that she hadn’t been the one to bully them. “God… these pathetic little sluts,” She heard the blonde pant, “Fucking glued together cunt to cunt…Hnng… So fucking lame…!” “Fuck…” Amber moaned back, no longer needing to hide her derision for the ill-fated foursome, “Two wannabe top bitches…Haaa…Drowning in each other’s cum…Fucking gross…!” “Tying their fucking hair together…Noses squashed…Looking little two little pigs…Phaa…!” “Stuck breathing air from the other’s…Fucking pussy…Mmmnn…So pathetic…!” “Haa…They thought they were so fucking…Hot…” “Ughhh…Not realizing…They're just… A bunch of… Nobodies…” Clits being rubbed harder and harder, and pussies fingerfucked faster and faster, the duo’s words grew increasingly disdainful, both filled to brim with scorn and loathing for the defeated women. “Fuck, Fuck…Mmmmn-FUCK!” “Shit, Shit...Ooooh-SHIT!” Very quickly, the pair of predators exploded together in orgasm, hot jets of female ejaculate spraying across the unconscious women in front of them. Listening to the panting of the woman in the stall next to her filled Amber with indignant fury. A victory orgasm that should have been hers alone had to be shared. Two sets of unconscious sluts that should have been hers to abuse alone, had instead been tormented in tandem. She was unwilling! She wouldn’t get carried away so easily by hate and lust, however. The warning not to had been burnt into her flesh, after all. Yanking the door open, not carrying in the least as it smashed into the blonde’s head, the unconscious woman becoming an outlet for her hatred towards this new blonde rival, she left the stall once more, panting heavily, in part from her aggressive climax, in part from anger towards the other woman. The brunette and the blonde locked eyes in a furious stare down. “You stole my prey,” Amber accused fiercely, “Those two were mine to get off to, not yours.” “I’m so sorry,” The blonde spat sarcastically, “Too bad I just fucking squirted all over them. Oh, and just so we’re clear? I was here first. You stole MY prey.” “Well unluckily for you, I just blew my load all over ‘your’ prey,” Amber growled, taking a menacing step forward. “And pathetic little squirt you just shot out all over them? Should’ve been mine to have. You owe me an orgasm, bitch.” “Ha. I say it’s you who owes me,” Her rival hissed back, “So use that slutty body of yours to get off and I’ll call it even.” The blonde took a step of her own, bringing the pair back into contact, heaving chests slapping as tight bellies rubbed. Amber snarled, her body twitching slightly as though electrocuted as they crushed themselves together. Never had she ‘negotiated’ like his with another woman, but she knew as well as the blonde that no matter how much they hated each other, fighting it out would only benefit another. So, Amber would allow the blonde to masturbate with her body, and she would get herself off with the blonde’s before the pair went their separate ways, no doubt plotting and scheming to take each other down another day. Viciously grabbing the blonde’s ass-meat, and feeling her own bouncy buttocks be seized in turn, the pair began to slam their cunts together, groaning and hissing as they did so. “Fuuuck… you bitch,” The blonde spat into Amber’s face, “Stop groping me so fucking hard… or I’m going to get nasty.” “You’re the one… trying to crush my ass…” The brunette hissed back, “I’m just letting you use me to get off…Haaaa…So don’t get any other ideas…” Reluctantly, both women loosened their vice grips on the other’s ass. Amber hadn’t meant anything by it, but she was simply too used to being rough, having brought herself to completion countless times with the battered bodies of her defeated victims, whose complaints she would naturally ignore. Another thing she was unused to, was the equal pain and pleasure brought by their colliding cunts, her face caught somewhere between erotic bliss and a painful wince. Typically, by the time Amber started swinging her hips, her prey had already collapsed in defeat, her victim’s cunt lacking any resistance and having no choice but to accommodate her wild thrusts. The blonde’s dripping twat afforded her no such luxury, however, her clit rammed into her own with no mercy, the rival cunt hungrily stuck to her folds before being viciously pulled away. Amber’s observant eyes didn’t miss that her blonde ‘masturbation tool’ was equally unused to an equal collision of cunts, her facial expression swinging like a pendulum between pleasure and pain. “All you should be doing…Is getting me off…” She groaned through gritted teeth, “So why do I feel…Ngggh… like you’re looking down on me?” “I was just thinking…That you look like you’re in pain…” Amber panted in response. “Maybe… you shouldn’t have stolen my prey…Haaa…Then you wouldn’t be in this situation…” The blonde convulsed, her face flushing a deeper red than it already was, though Amber was unsure if it was from pleasure or rage. "You do realize…I can see you wincing…?" Her rival spat back. As if to prove her point, she viciously slammed her cunt into Amber's eliciting a slight scream from the brunette. She continued mockingly, “I think… you’re actually… getting off on the pain…” “You’re the one… getting off on it,” Amber groaned. “I can feel… how fucking wet you are…” Her grip suddenly tightened on the blonde’s firm ass, holding her in place as ground her slit into her rival’s in an unexpected attack that prompted a wet moan from her opponent. “Fuck you!” “Fuck you!” The two spat, glaring angrily at each other. As if reaching the limits of her patience, Amber’s grip on the blonde’s arrogant ass grew tighter and tighter, her nails digging into the thick, wet ass-meat. Her opponent had also forgotten their earlier words, ruthlessly squeezing down on Amber’s soaked ass-cheeks. Like furious beasts, Amber and her rival slammed into each other again and again. Tears trickled down their cheeks from pain as their pair glared daggers at one another, each feeling humiliation and anger surge just as fast as pleasure. ‘Fuck you, bitch…Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou…!!’ Amber thought, again and again, the string of words looping in her head. The mutual hatred seemed to make them even more sensitive, deepening the pleasure each received to a frightening degree, until after one particularly cruel collision of cunts, the duo exploded into orgasm bliss, their cunts flattened against each other as twats locked lips. Amber felt as though she had become a full sponge in the blonde’s hand, each squeeze of her abused ass causing her to gush hot cum as she was washed away by waves of ecstasy. She felt with nauseating clarity that the blonde’s body was equally honest under the vice grip she had subjected her ass to. Amber was forced to endure the sensation of hot shots of cum being pumped into her cunt with each merciless crush of the blonde’s ass. Glaring at one another hatefully, three blasts of boiling ejaculate were exchanged back and forth between their cunts, before the duo pulled their cunts lips apart, though keeping their tight navels pressed together along with their compressed tits, the panting pair leaning against each other for support. To say Amber didn’t enjoy the orgasm would be a lie, but she hated how the blonde had taunted her, undermining her at every opportunity. Hated that, rather than getting herself off with the blonde’s body, she had instead been forced to cum, having no control of herself or the situation. Hated how her insides had been drenched in the other woman’s juices. The spiteful look she was receiving told her the blonde felt the same. *** “You going to let go of my ass then? You fucking bitch,” Ryan spat. (Shit, my ass fucking hurts.) The brunette’s claws were still digging into her tender ass-meat, and she had no doubt her plump ass would be covered in scratches, something she was naturally unhappy about. “You dare call me that?” The brunette panted back. “I let get yourself off with my body, and you actually claw the shit out of my ass, and spray your fucking cum in me? Who the fuck do you think you are?” “Oh, you have no fucking room to talk,” Ryan hissed back, trying to suppress her fury. “You weren’t satisfied cumming all over my prey, so you decide to go and spray it up my cunt too? Do you want to fucking die?” In a tacit understanding between equal predators, she could tell that while the brunette was talking like a bad bitch, she had no intention to escalate things. She didn’t either, despite her explosive words and the baleful fire in her belly. Getting each other off could be considered a tacit and unspoken exchange of benefits, a form of mutual compensation between fellow alphas who both intended to keep the uneasy peace. Before tonight, she never would have considered having to compromise like this, but their meeting was too sudden, too unexpected, and their bodies too equal, too identical. After tonight, she would make sure to avoid this brunette. She had a feeling her new rival would be avoiding her too. She wasn’t afraid of the brunette and understood the brunette wasn’t afraid of her, it was simply that neither wanted to engage in a pointless fight. (I’d rather plot against four arrogant tigers than fight a snake like her...) Thinking as such, Ryan began to peel herself off the brunette, her body still trembling from the residual pleasure. The faux leather outfits seemed desperate to stay glued together, but together they managed to separate themselves. Ryan’s dress had hiked up to her hips during the clash of cunts, the brunette’s undone bodysuit having done the same. Ryan was just about to pull the dress back down, not wanting her new rival to see the burn mark on her upper left thigh when she saw something that made her blood run cold. On the brunette’s upper left thigh, no longer concealed by her bodysuit, was an identical burn mark, clearly caused by a cigarette. There was only one person who would have such a mark. “AMBER!” “RYAN!” The two women howled furiously in unison, heads whipping up as their eyes locked in a vicious glare. Each seized by murderous hate so strong they felt as though they were going to be sick. Ryan had fantasized countless times about the things she would say to Amber if they ever met, About how it was her fault for not putting her cigarette out quick enough, for setting off the fire alarm in that middle school restroom. About how Amber's countless victims had been the fuel to the fire of scandal, causing her own victims to work together to expose her. About how her family had been forced to move across the country to avoid the blowback, and how she had to go by a different name through high school to avoid being linked to her past bullying. But now that her nemesis was before her, her mind had gone completely blank, no words she thought important to say, void of all the tricks and cunning she had acquired in the seven years since that day. Amber had appeared before her once again, like this, after getting herself off with her body and cumming up her cunt, and it had scorched her sanity to cinders, all restraint and clarity of mind evaporated under the hateful fire. Ryan didn’t give a shit about anything. Not about the crowds of drama-hungry spectators outside, not about the blackmail material and all the fun she could have with the women in the stalls. Didn't care about how she'd looked down on the foursome for giving in to their emotions. There was only one woman who could make her forget everything, and this dreadful ghost had appeared before her in the most torturous way possible, her cunt still aching from the orgasm this nemesis had forced on her. What was supposed to be an exchange of benefits, an act of give-and-take to keep an uneasy peace was now the second most humiliating moment of her life. The pair began circling in each, predators ready to pound, a sickening tension swelling between them. “…Ryan…” Amber snarled, as though the name had imprinted itself on her sneering lips, the brunette’s beautiful face contorted by hate and the desire for violence. “…Amber…” Ryan growled back; the word seemingly seared into her brain. Like a snake shedding its skin, the blonde’s gorgeous and sensual appearance had disappeared, sexuality replaced by twisted loathing and cold calculation ignited into endless bloodthirst. Bodies throbbed with the urge to collide and crush together, the pair moved in perfect symmetry as they danced around one another, eyes trained on the other’s body, waiting for signs of the impending attack. All that could be heard for the duo were harsh, quick breaths and the sound of bare feet peeling off the grimy floor as they tiptoed in circling, balanced on the balls of their feet. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this,” Amber spoke darkly, breaking the tense silence. “Wanted to see you again, to finish what we started.” To anyone else, it may have sounded like the desperate longing of a woman in heat, but Ryan would never misunderstand the malice-drenched words. “Oh, I know,” She whispered back, her voice rough and strained, her long claws extended ready to dig into tender flesh. “I’ve dreamed of it so many times now… Of you and me… No one to break us up…” “No one will break us up tonight, I promise you…” The brunette swore solemnly, words causing Ryan to shudder slightly, feeling her lower abdomen tense in anticipation as shivers ran down her spine. “We won’t get pulled apart this time…Won’t have to wonder what might’ve happened any longer…I promise you…” The blonde hissed malevolently in response, not missing how her fated enemy twitched faintly at her oath. “I don’t know what I want to do more… Rip the flesh from your fucking bones or break that arrogant little cunt of yours…” Amber growled hoarsely, sounding as though the mass of hatred at gotten stuck in her throat. “That little burn is going to be the least of your worries when I’m done with you…” Ryan threatened, “First I’m gonna disfigure that disgusting face of yours, then pay you back a thousandfold for squirting your fucking cum in me…” “Ha,” Amber hissed coldly, “You read my mind, you fucking cunt.” Bodies cracking like two whips, the two instantly collided, each throwing herself at her enemy, all rationality was forgotten with only the desire for cruel vengeance leave behind. Hands met mid-lunge, fingers intertwined, digging viciously into the back of hands. Yet this failed to halt their momentum, blonde and brunette continued to force themselves together in a brutal body-to-body slap. Neither would be satisfied with anything other than violence and blood. Ryan had no interest in using her many subtle arts of violence, instead, treating her head like a rock, and throwing it forward in an attempt to split Amber’s skull in two. Foreheads collided in a brutal collision, waves of dizziness washing over the blonde and brunette. “Fuuck…! You bitch!” The pair howled, pained cries meeting between blood-red, snarling lips. Ryan longed to tear Amber’s face apart, but her claw had been locked in a mutual restrain along with the other woman’s vicious talons, their arms trembling as each attempted to push back their bitter enemy. Compressed breasts flattened together with enough force to bend steel, as side-boobs, escaping the binding of the faux leather, expanded outward, dense tit-flesh pushing and being pushed as the powerful busts fought back and forth for space. Tight stomachs were rubbed up and down with enough friction to start a fire, navels pulsating in unison as their insides twisted and throbbed in malicious yearning. Ryan’s long legs had coiled around Amber’s, and the brunette had countered with a vicious grip of her own. Their lower bodies had corkscrewed into one, tangled in a double helix lock, instinctive knotting reaching even their bare toes, which had locked together as if to mimic their fingers. Neither woman had managed to pull her hiked-up outfit down, and their crotches, still wet and dripping with fused cum were being smashed together far more violently than their earlier mutual masturbation. Ryan struck with ruthless abandon, her sensitive slit meeting Amber’s trembling twat again and again in a mutual collision of cunts. Neither woman cared that there were smarter ways to fight, countless schemes and strategies that could be deployed. All the hysterical hellcats wanted to do was mindlessly match cunts, exchanging pain for pain and pleasure for pleasure until it was finally settled. They continued to crush their foreheads together, murderous glares colliding between bloodshot eyes as their innards jolted and jumped in painful pleasure with every hip thrust. The pain and hatred bouncing between the busty beauties only accelerated the approach of unwilling orgasms, however. The sudden spike of pleasure caught the seductive she-devils off guard, each too absorbed in the furious loathing within the other's stare to notice their bodies spiraling out of control. “Wha-? HNNNG-FUCKKK!!!” “Ah-? MMNNN-SHITTTT!!!” Each gasped in shock as their cunts quivered in unexpected euphoria before wailing in anger as unwanted orgasms forcibly exploded out of their twitching twats, each woman feeling their enemy’s boiling ejaculate rushing up their convulsing and unconsenting vaginal canals. In shock, the two managed to free their hands from the other’s vice grip, as arms unconsciously wrapped around the other’s back. Nails digging into flesh, the pair clung to their hated nemesis for dear life, their pressed pussies stuck spitting and swallowing climactic discharge in a vicious cycle. Titling her head and breaking their brutal forehead bash, Ryan bite down on Amber’s shoulder, stifling her scream as her rival’s sweaty skin filled her mouth. She felt a flare of pain as the brunette’s sharp teeth caught her own flesh, only for the pain to be swept away by another rushing surge of pleasure. “HMMPPHHHH!!!” “NNGGHHHHH!!!” Muffled moans escaped the intertwined women, each paralyzed by the pleasure coursing through them even as the taste of blood filled their mouths. It was only when the stinging pain of pierced flesh began to overpower the pleasure that the pair started to pull themselves apart. Jaws were plucked from pale skin, trickles of blood running into cleavage as the pair of predators flashed bloodstained teeth at one another. “Fuck… You slut…” Ryan groaned, “You acted like such a little badass, but all you seem to be doing is cumming your brains out. Are we here to fight or fuck? You cunt.” “You tell me,” Amber spat back, flecks of blood hitting Ryan’s flushed face. “Forget that crap you said about disfiguring me, you’re gonna squirt yourself to death before I even break a sweat.” Ryan felt the brunette’s fingers digging under her black leather dress as she spoke, clawing out a space between it and her sensitive flesh. “The girl who ruined my life back then was a psychotic little bitch,” Amber continued hatefully, “But at least she was a threat. You though? You’re nothing but a bitch in heat. Bet all those fantasies you had about meeting me again were wet fucking dreams.” Ryan felt her insides twist at the accusation. It was true, at least partially. Over the years she had daydreamed about cruelly torturing Amber many times. All the brunettes she had tormented over the years since; the high school cheerleaders, the substitute teacher, that one waitress at the diner, her college seniors, fellow societies members, her new college juniors. If they were a brunette, none were spared. None of them realized the threat she posed until it was too late, each dragged out of sight into the dark. Her bullying grew harsher, her violence more sadistic, her blackmail more vicious. Each victim a replacement for the girl from back then who had disappeared from her life. Yet the hatred, the obsession, had also taken its toll on her. The sadistic ecstasy of tormenting her inferiors had long since become entangled with her hatred-fueled visions of Amber. She had lost track of the number of times she had awoken in the middle of the night, her panties soaked through following a dream about the other woman. Lost count of the number of times she’d accidentally moaned the brunette’s name while shlicking. None of this would be given a voice, however. Instead, Ryan’s talons lashed out, digging past the brunette’s juicy side-boobs, gripping onto her bodysuit. “You’re delusional, fucked in the head for even thinking that.” The blonde spat, derision laced into her words so convincingly she almost believed them. She gave the blue faux leather a hard tug, a sound like a band-aid being ripped off skin echoing out. “Don’t think that just because you jerked your little clit off to the thought of me that I did the same over you.” The blonde’s abdomen clenched- throbbed, with malicious glee when she saw a tiny flicker of panic flash across the brunette’s face. Giving another vicious tug on the bodysuit, the blonde continued to taunt, "I'm glad you've gotten your life back together, Amber, really, I am. Because now, I'm going to fucking ruin it again.” A final yank on the faux leather caused the bodysuit to pop apart, the front being dragged off her rival’s skin like a sticker. Round, perky tits bounced slightly, now free of their constraints. At that moment Ryan’s eyes were lost in the weighty curves of Amber’s tits, fixated on her round areola and cherry red nipples, poking towards her defiantly. Amber seized this chance to tear Ryan’s black dress off her in a vicious counterattack, the woman unconcerned with her nails dragging along the blonde’s soft skin. The dress’ side straps pinged apart as the dress that had stuck to her skin tight enough to look like a body-painting was wrenched off her. She felt the brunette's ravenous eyes lock onto her tits as the black dress joined the blue bodysuit in a pile on the floor, the naked forms exposed before each other. Rather than lust, Ryan felt a sickening, aching, and envious hatred constricting around her heart as her eyes raked across Amber's curvaceous, hourglass body. Earlier, when she had pressed and measured the brunette with her body, blissfully unaware of the other’s true identity, she had felt awed at the rival body. A body so similar to her own that it made her skin crawl. But she had been able to suppress this discomfort, rationality winning over female pettiness. Knowing this woman was Amber entirely reframed the comparison, however. ‘How is possible that this fucking bitch can match me?’ She screamed internally, defiance exploding inside her. Her head spun as she desperately scanned the brunette, cringing that she had earlier acknowledged the other as an equal, acknowledged that any victory would be a pyrrhic one. ‘It’s not fucking true!’ It wasn’t without reason that she hadn't recognized Amber. The vague and hazy impression she had the middle-school Amber was entirely different. Back then, even added together, the pair of them hadn't a single curve between them, not even a spec of blossoming beauty to be found. Amber had been a beady-eyed, goblin-like she-devil, and if Ryan was being truthful, the same could be said about her. The cruelty and callousness of her and Amber’s respective childhoods took a very different form from how it appeared now, and though both of their clashes seemed fated to happen in restrooms, their childhood collision had been naturally devoid of sexuality present today. Neither she nor Amber had any interest in the word ‘sex’ and only experienced an immoral, psychotic joy in tormenting their victims. And each had felt like doing the same to the other would be more fun than anything they had done before. It was only after they had been proven wrong, whisked away to opposite ends of the country following their mutual clash of claws that the Ryan had bloomed into beauty in high school. Curves filled out day after day and new bras bought every week. Ryan had turned from a She-devil into a Succubi. Such a transformation could be considered a miracle, hence her stomach-knotting fury that Amber had blossomed in tandem with her. *** Amber felt her ego had been shattered into a million pieces as she stare at Ryan’s buxom chest and tight female curves. She was not the sort of person who had to be superior to everyone. She understood that such a need was how proud and arrogant girls committed social suicide, much like how the foursome still passed out in the stalls had done. (But I must be better than her!!) She thought frantically, her eyes digging into Ryan’s sexually charged physique. She cringed internally again and again as she recalled how she had rubbed bodies with her worst enemy, felt the threat from her, and then backed down. Now knowing that it was Ryan in front of her made it even more painful. She hated, utterly despised, the thought of looking like Ryan. Yet the perky, milky white tits on her chest looked the same as the pair she saw whenever she looked down. The tight waist and toned navel looked the same as the midriff she showed off whenever she wore a crop top. The Amazonian hips and firm, fat ass looked the same as her curves that struggled to squeeze into pants every day. Her face was green with envy, she couldn't suppress the dreadful thought that they were identical. (Even twin sisters wouldn’t have bodies this similar…God…It’s like looking in a fucking mirror…) She wondered if while she had been massaging her swiftly swelling breasts and complaining about back pain, Ryan had been doing the same, wherever she had ended up. Wondered if, when she had been touching herself to the thought of trampling Ryan behind her feet, the blonde had been doing the same to the thought of her, creating some sort of synchronous magical link between their identical bodies. “You must have prayed to god, every fucking day, begging for a body like mine to end up looking like that,” Ryan spat, interrupting Amber’s thoughts with words that betrayed that she felt just as shaken as Amber “You’ve got a body like mine, you fucking bitch,” Amber hissed back. “I can’t imagine how much you touched yourself with me on your mind, to end up with a copycat body like that.” She had been forced to admit their symmetricity but would never concede her originality. Ryan’s thighs twitched slightly as a wet moan escaped through the blonde’s clenched teeth. “Ha, about as much as you touched yourself thinking of me, you copycat cunt.” She growled back, words dripping with venom. “It’s like looking in a mirror when I look at you and it makes me sick,” She continued, giving voice to Amber’s very thoughts. “So, I think I’m going to rip those fucking tits of yours off.” “You’re welcome to try, careful not to lose those milk sacks of yours in the process though,” Amber warned as the two began circling each other once again, each getting ready to pounce. The words stopped as the two lapsed into a strained silence, each waiting for the opportunity to pounce. Though she had failed to contain her furious hatred, Amber’s predatory instincts were engraved in her bones, brown eyes glued to her prey as she waited for the time to strike. When they had circled each other over a handful of times, however, she realized she would have to create an opportunity to attack. “You must really hate it, seeing what you thought were your tits look better on my chest?” Amber questioned, her wet tongue tracing her teeth menacingly. “Those tits look cheap on you,” The blonde spat back disdainfully. “Nothing but hot air in them, careful they don’t pop.” “Ha, the only cheap one is you,” The brunette hissed angrily. “You’re a copy, and not even a good one.” “Then why are you walking around with my ass, you fucking slut?” Ryan growled. Amber felt her navel throb in excitement, seeing Ryan so worked up. Only for the blonde to utter words that made her stomach churn, “You’re so proud of yourself, but you just look like my ugly twin.” “You’re MY ugly twin,” Amber shrieked, like a furious cat whose tailed had been stepped on, before quickly correcting, “No, fuck that, we are NOT fucking twins.” “If you’re not my twin then what are you then?” The blonde taunted mercilessly, “My fucking clone?” Amber snapped, her rage exceeding her powers of restraint. Her hand lashed out, greeting Ryan’s face in a vicious slap. Though Amber had lost her temper first, their war of words had also caused Ryan to loosen her guard. “You’re DEAD!” Ryan screamed, throwing a slap of her own even as she still swayed from the impact. Even as stinging pain erupted in Amber’s cheek, her cruel eyes remained fixed on Ryan, her hands reaching out to spitefully squeeze the tits of her mirror image. A true reflection, the blonde didn’t miss a beat in returning the savage grip, Amber’s heavy orbs stabbed by ten long nails as the tender flesh was deformed and crushed by her nemesis. “You’re fucking dead!” Amber howled back, her face contorted in pain as she felt her breasts being callously clawed. She slammed her body forward, a wild hip thrust that caused the blonde to stagger back, though Ryan’s talons had such a vicious grip on her chest that she was dragged forwards too, cursing furiously to try and numb the pain. “You FUCK!” You CUNT!” “I hate you… so fucking muchhhh!” "I hate you more… you bitchhhh!" “RyANNNN!!!” “AmBERRRRRR!!!” Twin wails exploded from the rapidly re-entangling women, both sweating and shivering from the pain of having her precious chest assaulted, yet both crotches boiling with excitement at being able to abuse their most hated enemy. They stumbled and staggered around the restroom, as blood began to appear on their identical chests before they crashed into the fourth stall, backs against opposite walls. “I’m so sick-” “I’ve had enough-“ ““Of these FUCKING copycat tits-““ “I’m ripping them off-” “I’m popping them-“ ““YOU UGLY CUNT!!!”” The pair screamed back and forth, occasionally speaking simultaneously, which only caused their mutual hate and bloodlust to spiral. Amber’s nervous system felt as though it were being fried under Ryan’s blazing wrath, every inch of her body begging her to escape, but she would never back down, not to her. Not now, not ever. (Even if it fucking kills me, I’m not losing to Ryan. Not to Ryan, not to Ryan, not to Ryan.) She repeated those words endlessly as though trying to self-hypnotize her increasingly delirious mind, she felt a yanking pain in her tits and an explosion of pain in her stomach. Ryan had dragged her off the wall causing her unsuspecting abdomen to collide with the blonde’s knee. She gasped in pain, brown eyes glaring spitefully at the blonde, as she staggered backward. She used this backward momentum to yank Ryan towards her, stretching her fat breasts, before delivering a powerful knee of her own that buried itself in the blonde’s soft stomach. Her most loathed rival, suddenly winded, erupted in a spluttering cough, yet the blonde banshee, refusing to back down, didn’t hesitate to send another violent blow toward Amber. Amber had no intention of stopping after just one attack either, already delivering a second strike of her own. Their positions were different from their first, successful attacks, however, their cruel claws fought for space as they scratched and mutilated their identical busts, neither willing to back off before attacking again. This meant that Amber’s attack missed its target- instead colliding with Ryan’s leaking cunt, just as Ryan’s blow connected with Amber’s overflowing twat. ““FUUCKKKKK, YOUUU BITCHHHH!!!”” Amber screamed in synchrony with Ryan. Even though the brunette felt as though she had just been impaled, and the pain on the blonde’s face told her she felt the same, both she and her bitter rival exploded in shameful, pain-induced orgasms, all over the other’s vicious knee. Her body convulsed helplessly as tears rolled down her cheeks, the brunette’s hands slipped off Ryan’s bloody chest and unconsciously wrapped themselves around her the blonde’s back. Her rival had similarly lost strength, failing to restrain the teardrop spilling from her blue eyes. Her hands snaked around the brunette’s back as she collapsed onto the knee inserted between her pussy lips. Without the energy to stay upright, their bodies slipped forward, their maimed chests flattening against each other as though pressed against a mirror, tired and twisted nipples disappearing as perfectly aligned areola touched. Their legs trembling like fawns, and twin bodies devoid of all strength, the two slid up the other’s thigh, the cum still oozing from abused cunts acting as a lubricant. Their navels gently slapped together, as their foreheads came to rest against one another. The pair glared furiously at one another, no less filled with loathing and murderous hatred despite another mutual orgasm. “I knew… you were a bitch in heat…” Amber panted, fighting the blonde for the oxygen between their lips as her hands slowly crept down her rival’s back, towards her proud, firm ass “And I knew… you get off to pain…” The blonde gasped back before practically sucking the air out of Amber’s lungs. “Oh, and you think you don’t?” Amber questioned furiously; her anger real, but also intended to hide the fact that her fingers were about to strike at Ryan’s exposed asshole. “You don’t think you’re a bitch in heat?” Ryan countered; her voice sharp as she deflected a question with a question. Amber didn’t respond, her vicious anger and boiling shame instead exploding outward as she thrust her fingers into the blonde’s undefended asshole. She hadn’t noticed, however, that her rival had readied to do the same, striking simultaneously at her own exposed asshole. She saw Ryan’s face contort in shock at her sudden penetration and knew with nauseating certainty that it reflected her own expression. Her undefended asshole had mustered no resistance against the other woman’s fingers, being spread apart with shameful ease. The only consolation was that the blonde’s body was equally weak to her touch, her two fingers burrowing into her rival’s anal tract with ease. “Why are you so loose, bitch?” The blonde grunted, ramming her fingers in deeper, “I wouldn’t have pegged you for an anal slut.” “You tell me,” The brunette growled back, returning Ryan’s thrust with one of her own, “You said I was walking around with your ass, so it’s your fault it’s so fucking loose.” “Ha, so you’re the copycat?” “If you’re a fucking anal slut!” “Fuck you!” “Fuck you!” Very quickly, the two trembling thighs were soaked with more hot squirt as the pair forced each other to a hateful shared climax. The combination of rapid anal fingerfucking and cunt-on-thigh grinding proved to be too pleasurable for their exhausted twin bodies. As their bodies tensed, pleasure rushing across every inch of identical flesh, their heads turned, both unwilling to have the other see her face warped by pleasure. To their mutual frustration, they turned the same way, which caused their cheeks to squash together, the corner of their loose O-shaped mouths pressing together. ““God, I fucking hate you,”” They spat in one voice, their words slurred slightly due to their crushed faces. Like two warring snakes, who in their attempts to bite the other’s throat had achieved nothing but getting tangled in a ball, the pair were utterly infuriated but equally drained. “Don’t think you’re walking away from me,” Ryan spat loathingly. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” Amber said bitingly, “I’m finishing this, even if we have to do it like those sluts next door.” “What, you wanna tie our hair together and nose fuck like two pigs?” The blonde mocked. “Fuck you, cunt.” The brunette hissed, yanking the blonde’s hair and sending her tumbling off her thigh. As Ryan slipped backward, she spun her lithe body, her hands hitting the wall, arms bending to prevent landing face first. As if sensing Amber’s intention to pounce on her like a lion hunting a gazelle, her leg whipped out in a sudden kick, grazing her would-be attacker’s head as Amber spun to avoid it. Amber landed in a similar position, her back to the blonde with her hands on the side of the stall. In retaliation, she shot out a kick of her own, it just missing Ryan’s head as it hit the opposite wall with enough force to dent it. “Vicious little bitch,” Ryan growled. “Sneaky little cunt,” Amber spat back. Keeping her foot against the opposite wall, the brunette slammed her hips back, two large and firm buttocks smashing towards the blonde’s pair of cheeks. The synchrony of their malicious minds was still intact, despite their battered bodies, however, Ryan had thrust backward simultaneously, sending ripples across the matching ass-meat. Dual groans echoed out, both a result of the agonizing pleasure of two tightly sculpted asses being split in a reverse scissor, as well as at the stomach-churning annoyance of their non-stop deadlock. “I’m not fucking losing to you, Ryan, not again,” Amber moaned as she felt her puffy pussy touching the other girl’s swollen lower lips. “Well, you’re gonna have to,” Ryan groaned, the sensation of their cunts kisses taking an equal toll on her, “Because I can lose to anyone but you, Amber.” “I’m willing to lose to anyone but you, Ryan.” Amber spat back, “So one of us will need to bend.” As she spoke, she lifted her ass a few inches higher before slamming it into Ryan’s buttocks. “HHnnng!” She squealed helplessly, before collecting herself. “Exactly, one of us will have to bend,” She panted in affirmation, before lifting her firm ass to match Amber’s, only to continue to lift it higher, “So you’d best bend… Before you break!” “HHaaaa-Fuck!” Amber gasped in shock as her ass was smashed by Ryan’s. Her strong, curvy ass, gained from countless squats, was crushed as her pussy was pressed into her blonde rival's steaming slit. “You didn’t break me back then,” Amber growled, “And you won’t be able to now, even if you spent a lifetime trying.” She stretched out her other leg and pressed it into the other side of the stall. Using it to hoist her ass higher, with her body now entirely off the ground, she slowly began to straighten her arms, grinding her ass into Ryan’s, cruelly crushing it with her new double advantage of height and pressure. “OHhhh-Shitt!” The blonde screamed, “You wanna play it like that, bitch? Then I'll fucking play!" Her legs kicked out onto Amber's side before she lifted her ass too. The contact between cunt became even deeper now, their asses being nothing but malleable cushions for their tightly crushed crotches. The space between their legs had now become the point of balance for the two equally determined women, each inching higher and higher, slowly shimmying up the walls in an attempt to finally defeat their bitterly equal nemesis. “You feel that…? That’s my cunt… crushing yours…” Ryan taunted, looking over her shoulder at her brunette rival. “You feel wrong… It’s my slit… that’s swallowing yours…” Amber bragged in return, turning to lock eyes with the blonde. Suddenly, a bang erupted from the restroom door, someone finally attempting to get in, either the walk to the second-floor restrooms too daunting.... or security that had finally meandered over. “Ah-? FUCKKK!?” “Wha-? SHITTT!?” The two screamed out. Before either could get her words out, their kissing cunts had constricted in shock, shooting spasms of throbbing ecstasy through their bodies. “Stop… clenching me!” “Stop… squeezing me!” The pair had no choice but to command, as sweat poured off their trembling bodies, each twitching helplessly as the pleasure seemed to be building without end. “Mmmnnn-! I fucking… hate you…” Amber moaned, the pleasure beginning to spiral out of control, pounding again on her navel, begging for release. “Hnnggg-! I hate… you too…” Ryan whispered back, the twitching in her pussy causing the brunette’s to throb in response. The banging on the door seemed to fade away as the pounding in her navel grew louder, it soon becoming all she could hear. Her body was losing strength, her sweat-soaked skin beginning to slide down the wall. Ryan had begun to slip too, her curvaceous body pressing into Amber’s like never before. The only way was down. Trapped between the walls of the cramped stall, all Amber’s body could do was open itself for Ryan’s, her ass ruthlessly spread apart. Assholes pressed as cunts were crushed. “SHITTT-!!!” “FUCKKK-!!!” The old enemies screamed in hateful rage, burning lust. Overwhelmed with loathing, both for themselves and each other. “AMBER, I-!“ “RYAN, I-!“ Both cried out, desperate to spew one last threat, but at that moment their cunts convulsed one last time, clenched together in a vice grip that pushed the pair over the edge. ““NOOOOO-!!!”” Brunette and blonde screamed as one, ““YOU’RE TOO TIGHTTT YOU BITCHHHHH-!!!”” Cunts exploded in pleasure, desperate for release. A powerful jet of girl-cum squirted out of Amber’s vaginal canal only to be trapped, nowhere to go but Ryan’s sensitive slit. Ryan’s boiling ejaculate was similarly contained, its only possible destination being Amber’s trembling twat. ““AAAHHHHHNNNNGGGG!!!”” ““MMMMMNNNNNNN!!!”” ““HHAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!”” Every bubbling shot of cum that filled the duo’s desperate cunts caused another explosive orgasm, the pair having no choice but to pump hot load after hot load into the other’s snatch. Caught in a hellish cycle of pleasure, the pair slowly slid down the walls until they reached the ground. Their cheeks crushed against the wall with backs ached, the two had pinned one another in place, ass-to-ass with legs crumpled beneath them. ““Anyone but you…”” The pair whispered in one voice, consciousness hazy with pleasure, but neither willing to face reality. To acknowledge that even given the chance for one more clash, this time without being interrupted, without being pulled apart, they had lost to the one they hated the most. The duo reduced by the other from proud predator and bully… to victim. *** The sound of the door being kicked open jolted Ryan back to awareness. The sound of footsteps. The sounds of the unfortunate foursome moaning and groaning, attempting to cry out for help. (Not yet, I’m not done yet!’) Her thoughts raced. Prying herself off the sticky wall, she leaned towards the door, sliding the lock across. Feeling her ass still spread, her cunt tightly still locked with Amber's, she looked over her shoulder. She saw the brunette staring at her, a vicious light of approval shining in her eye at her act of bolting the door. (I can lose to anyone but you, anyone but you!) She roared internally, ripping their conjoined cunts apart, a hiss escaping her lips as she did so. It was as though her water had broken, a waterfall of steaming cum sloshing out of her as she rose to her feet. Amber was a step behind, her ass twitching as her share of their mixed cum flooded out of her cunt onto the floor. She was completely spent, devoid of all sexual energy. Even seeing the inhuman amount of cum squirting out from Amber’s slutty slit didn’t tempt her in her current state. All she had left was cruelty. She grabbed the brunette’s long, sweat-soaked mane. Her mind filled with dark thoughts, she dragged Amber by her hair, her most hated nemesis temporarily helpless before her. Her primal savageness taking hold, she forced the brunette’s head into the toilet. It had been years since she had done something like this. Something this depraved and degrading. She still enjoyed it, hearing the submerged screams. Knowing it was Amber screaming made it even better. “It’s not about who fucks harder,” She spat, despite knowing her enemy couldn’t hear her, “It’s about who’s still standing at the end.” Watching Amber’s arms flail, failing, again and again, to lift her head out of the bowl, Ryan continued, “Even if you fucked me silly, I’m the one who-ARGGHHH!?” She screamed in agony, her words interrupted by nails digging into her cunt, her body devoid of sexual desire, all it caused was excruciating pain. Her hands subconsciously released Amber’s head as she made the biggest mistake of the night. Amber didn’t even pause to spit out the water in her mouth, nor to breathe, instead, swinging a fist at Ryan’s face. It made contact with her nose, causing the blonde to scream, recoiling as her eyes filled with tears. Grabbing the blonde locks, she dragged Ryan down, forcing her head into the toilet she had almost drowned in. Forcing the woman to accept a sudden reversal of fortunes. Only when her grip on the blonde had tightened did she dare splutter out water in her mouth. Her stomach churned, desperate to throw up. (Not yet, not yet.) She knew not to get distracted. Not to allow the chance of a counterattack. She would drown the blonde until she stopped resisting. Learning from Ryan’s mistake, she had positioned herself out of reach of her enemy’s desperate claws. “Just go down.” She whispered coldly. Not allowing herself to feel the joy of tormenting her enemy. “You started this, I’m ending-AH?!” Her words were interrupted by a bang on the stall door, a harsh voice commanding her to open the door. Taken by surprise, her grip loosened, only for a split second, but it was enough. While she had been drowned on her knees, Ryan had only been forced down to a crouch. This difference allowed the blonde to erupt with strength, forcing herself out of the toilet bowl. Her nemesis had seized the opportunity to break out of the dead end. Water poured from her mouth. Blue eyes bloodshot, her face contorted in viciousness, she grabbed hold of Amber’s wet hair. Amber held tighter to Ryan’s. As the banging on the door became a powerful kick, the pair locked eyes one last time. “Not to… Ryan…” “Not to…Amber…” Blonde and brown hair whipped as each dragged her most hated enemy down, yanking their hair back, before slamming their head forward. A set of claws caught on the flusher as two heads collided with porcelain. As the swirl of toilet water flooded over them, their lapse into unconsciousness caused two final shots of mixed cum to squirt from twitching cunts. The streams crossed mid-air, spraying over their intertwined legs. Perhaps it was karma retribution, or the prayers of their victims finally being heard, the bullies finally having the tables turned on them. Or maybe it was their unspoken desires being answered, finally reuniting with their obsession, the target for their endless hatred. Years later, and an even worse result. But there would be no moving cross country this time. Nothing to keep them apart.