The War: Bianca "Bubbles" Burste vs. Femke "Golden" Brouwer

Darya, of course, loved to manipulate a situation with her mouth alone. Her accent had drawn in more than a few women into sticky situations, but she knew how to rile someone up, to snap a trap shut and get them to commit to doing exactly what Darya wanted. As she taunted Mariah, calling her fragile, she was working Mariah up towards exactly what she wanted: a state of heightened aggression which would get the American into battles which she couldn't win.

Of course, Mariah must have been aware of the nature of Darya's teasing. The Russian's motives were pretty blatantly transparent, but, still, she did manage to raise Mariah's hackles, and the pinch to her thigh proved that. Darya gasped softly in Mariah's ear, then opened her mouth and gave that earlobe a sharp little nibble, just to make sure the woman knew that she would fight back. "Ohohoho, I vondered vhat it vould take to shake you a little. You vere too calm and certain for my liking!" She leaned in again, this time letting her tongue slide down Mariah's neck, giving it a long, slow lick which mirrored the one Femke was giving Bubbles in the ring. "You really tink you can fight me...old lady?" she hissed, with a villainous grin.

Femke, meanwhile, felt like a nervous little schoolgirl, even as she grapevined their legs and slammed Bubbles's wrists down onto the canvas. Her face lit up red and she bit her lip, blushing profusely as she and Bubbles chatted with their faces so close together. She almost felt like she was going to cum just from a friendly conversation, Bubbles was so hot.

"Yeah, even if you somehow beat me we need to just take a while and...and just fucking go at it, one on one, in private. Not even fighting, just...tribbing until we explode." A shiver went up Femke's spine at the thought. Her sex was getting wetter already. "I swear, besides my wife, you're the sexiest woman I've ever met. And your wife is number three. It's crazy. And it's not even just about the sex, because I kind of want to just take you behind the bleachers or for a ride in my car and make out like in a cheesy teen movie. Maybe cuddle, too."

While Femke was waxing about all those sexy possibilities, though, Bubbles would decide to test out just how effective her breastscissor had been. She lifted up, then dropped, bringing Femke along for the ride, her breasts smacking down hard into Bubbles's. It was a relatively light impact...but in her wounded left tit, it felt like a fire was burning through all those layers of fat and muscle, bursting to the surface in miniature volcanoes. She squealed, sharply, her grapevines loosening, and pulled her upper body away from Bubbles's, whimpering a little as she glared down at her foe.

"Oh, yeah?" she would growl, before managing another smirk. "I guess...I'll just have to get my revenge on yours the old-fashioned way." She would pull one arm up, then, and bend it, sticking out her elbow. Then, she would drop, trying to ram that elbow right into Bubbles's nipple, trying to smash it back into that big, bouncy breast and share some of the bosom pain!

When Femke shivered, Bubbles shivered along with her, the reaction causing her own body to mirror it. ‘Tribbing until we explode’. There was a pleasant thought, one that she could’ve easily worked herself up with if her hands were free. The idea of them on their backs, scissoring, sweaty flesh pounding, racing to their inevitable climaxes…

Bubbles moaned. To Femke’s eyes, it probably seemed random, but just imagining the scene was almost too much. The human mind was not built to comprehend something so ungodly hot. ”Behind the bleachers, huh?” She saved the image that came to mind for another day - you never knew when a dry spell would hit and a pick-me-up could help. “I brought along some outfits...schoolgirl, cheerleader, teacher...if you don’t mind a little roleplay…”

She let those husky, whispered words hang, not wanting to paint too detailed a picture. It was better to be vague with such things let their minds run wild, fill in the blanks with whatever deviant thoughts sprang up. Besides, they had business to attend to. The break was officially over.

Outside, however Mariah was learning just how good her own opponent was, how skilled she was at finding the right buttons to press. Either that, or Mariah’s buttons were just easier to press than she’d thought. Or both. She knew she was being played, but that didn’t help her anymore than it helped a fly to know it was trapped in a web.

”I don’t think I can fight you, I know it.” She tensed her legs as they slid over Darya’s pressed down with sculpted muscle. She was the wife of a bodybuilder, and she’d picked up more than a few things since she and Bubbles became a package deal. ”It’s been a while since I stepped into the ring, but trust me - I can still go. And I’ll gladly put that to the-”

Her words were interrupted when Bubbles let out a sudden shriek, signaling that the match was ramping up one more. She made that noise in response to the elbow digging deep into her chest, hammered in courtesy of Femke’s overwhelming power. Her wife shrieked as she got some measure of the damage she’d dished out to her foe, and she immediately twisted away and tried to get out from underneath Femke - they’d been on the floor quite a while, after all, and she seemed to be hoping to bring things back to their feet, regain even footing once more.

Bubbles's moan did come a little unexpectedly, but Femke understood the sentiment full well. If Bubbles had said those exact same words—"tribbing until we explode"—that would have gotten at least a moan out of Femke. It might have even been enough to make her cum right then, just from talking about it. The images in her mind were very vivid, very real, and there was no way to make them stop. She couldn't turn them off. Bubbles was a fount of inspiration, her raw sexuality pouring into Femke through every orifice in her body to fill her up with the divine essence of the lesbian goddesses.

Femke replied with a moan of her own, nuzzling her face against Bubbles's neck for a few seconds. The woman was a little sweaty, and quite a bit more oily, and all of that got all over Femke's face, which she happily accepted. "Mmmm...I always wanted a life-size doll to play dress-up with...I can put you in some of the outfits I brought along, too..." The evening was sounding better and better with every new wrinkle which was added. There weren't enough hours in a whole week to contain everything that Darya had planned and everything that Femke wanted to add in...

She brought that elbow down into Bubbles's tit mercilessly. It was not enough to even out the damage to their bosoms, to make up for the throbbing, nasty, nagging pain which still blossomed in her own mammary. It wasn't half that; not even a quarter. But it was a start. It was the start of a long, long night for those big, round, heavenly orbs, and by the end of it they were going to look quite a bit different.

Darya, meanwhile, would purr as Mariah grinded on her, legs sliding over her own, rubbing flesh on flesh alluringly, rear end buried in her crotch, swirling around in small circles to keep her nice and hot. Her juices were leaking, and by now there was probably a wet patch on the front of her cocktail dress with all the grinding. Oh, well. She couldn't expect to keep it pristine forever. "I tink zat ve can find a more...ladylike vay to settle our dispute," she would murmur, keeping close to Mariah's ear. "Leave ze wild stuff to our big girls in ze ring. I vant to smother you between my superior tits...feel you fight for air...see ze desperation in your eyes...quiet, and intimate...but fierce. Zen I tie you up..."

Bubbles twisted hard to one side, and Femke's legs were caught in a roll that seemed nearly to twist them in half! She yelped, then broke away from Bubbles, letting her foe get free, and rolling to the side herself. Slowly, with a purpose, she rose onto her feet, oil dripping from every part of her body. Once Bubbles rose, Femke would crack her knuckles, then bring both hands up, balled into fists. She would grin, and blow Bubbles a kiss, before beckoning her with a wave of the hand; inviting her to dance a brutal dance.

Mariah had to admit, this was possibly the best conversation she’d ever had, even including the ones with Bubbles. As good as her love was with the pillow talks, Darya could teach her a thing or two in terms of subtlety. The Russian had her leaking, as a steady stream began to trickle down between her legs. It was getting to the point where she wasn’t sure which was turning her on more: the tribute to tribadism in front of her or the ravishing, ravaging Russian behind.

”And I can’t wait to use those lovely breasts of yours. I can think of all sorts of uses - a pillow, a rest for my laptop, something to squeeze while I’m watching Bubbles take Femke over and over again.” She reached between her legs and dipped two fingers in their mingling juices. She suckled on one, licked it clean, then offered the other one to Darya for the same.

”But let’s not limit ourselves with breast smothers.” She gave Darya’s crotch another long, teasing rub. ”I want to give you a nice, up close view of this ass you love so much…”

As Darya and Mariah continued their smoldering battle of wills, the action inside the ring was heating up once more, as Bubbles fought her way free of Femke’s smothering embrace. She rose quick, popped back to her feet as fast as someone her size could ever hope to, only to find a kiss coming her way, shooting out from behind two balled fists.

Bubbles took the kiss with an open mouth, running her tongue through the air as she imagined Femke’s lips. With that little bit of silliness done, however, she balled her fists as well and mirrored her rival’s stance. They both knew what was about to happen, and the only surprise was that it had taken so long to get here.

Slugfest.

Not wanting to wait another second, Bubbles charged in and came swinging, throwing a powerful left hook towards Femke’s aching breast. Just because it was the obvious target didn’t mean it was the wrong one.

Darya chuckled at Mariah's suggestions for how she might use the Russian's huge tits. She had an incredibly inventive mind, as Darya already knew, but she was only appreciating Mariah's sense of humor more and more as they spent time together. And the two of them were still a little reserved, still feeling each other out and firing some ranging shots to determine just what buttons, physical and conversational, were most opportune to press. Once they were completely comfortable...well, if they were this intimate already, who knew what they would be doing to each other once they could be completely earnest in their dealings?

"And I can tink of very many uses for yours...a seat cushion, perhaps, or also a milk dispenser for vhen I am tirsty," Darya would reply, body quivering, very slightly, when those fingers dipped down to slather themselves in their shared juices. When offered a finger, she would gladly open her mouth and suck it in, slurping on the digit, savoring the delightfully nuanced flavor of their juices. They were both sweet, but dinstinctly different flavors, which admittedly swirled deliciously together. "For your ass," she would continue, as she let that finger slide from her mouth, totally clean, "I tink it vould make ze perfect dildo holder."

Bubbles accepted Femke's proferred kiss with more gusto than Femke had any right to expect, and the Dutch woman giggled like a little girl, bashful as her crush showed her some affection from afar. She gave Bubbles a wink, then brought her fists all the way up, wiggling all her fingers in them, making sure they were ready to deliver a beating. The two of them had taken some time getting to it, but it was finally time for them to stand toe to toe and fight. Honest to goodness smash each other's bodies into itty-bitty bits fight.

Femke purred and licked her lips in anticipation. As soon as she saw movement from Bubbles, she charged, the two of them launching themselves forward. Femke started off with a hard right hook aimed at Bubbles's cheek, trying to snap her head to the side and send spittle flying. Bubbles started off with a punch which flattened Femke's breast, again—making the Dutch woman screech in pain as she skidded to a halt, flinching as that breast sustained still more damage!

A bookstand.

A paperweight.

Heck, Mariah could probably squeeze her phone in between Darya’s chest and use it to watch m`ovies. There was a thought: sitting on the bed with Bubbles and her body double, watching that MST3K show her wife loved so much, laughing and joking and fondling Femke. This was a thing Mariah desperately wanted to happen, and as she saw Bubbles and Mariah squaring off in the ring, she knew her chance could be coming. Bubbles’ wasn’t a boxer, but she could deliver some astounding power with each punch, and she was curious to see how Femke measured up.

Wrestling in oil, forcing each other to multiple orgasms, battering each other back and forth, fighting for the right to claim dominance for the night - it was an odd way to make friends, but Bubbles wouldn’t have complained if she made more this way. And the woman across from with the vicious intent in her eyes was her friend. How couldn’t she be, when she was giving her such a great gift?

”Here we go.” Mariah started to slide off Darya’s lap with reluctance, but there was only so much they could do at the moment. If she had eye in the back of her head, she’d gladly do so many things to the Russian, right on the spot. But anything further would take her eyes away from the match, and she wasn’t going to miss a second. Not now, certainly, when the two titans were only a colossal collision course.

Bubbles punch was a success, but she didn’t have the time to enjoy it, as her foe scored a simultaneous blow that rattled her skull. The Virgin Killer took one step back, then another, before slamming her foot into the mat and stopped the involuntary retreat. A gritting of the teeth, a shake of the head, and she plowed forward again, this time throwing out two punches as fast as she could manage them - a ‘light’ jab aimed at Femke’s face, targeting those fiery eyes, while the other blow, a right straight, went streaming for her breast.

A simple one-two, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be effective.

A notepad.

A beer cozy.

Darya's mind was working overtime, too, generating new ideas for Mariah's chest by the second, as one of her hands continued to play with it, fingers stroking across smooth flesh, sinking in and clamping onto a titty tight every few seconds, still marveling at just how luscious those big, round tits were. But Mariah, soon enough, began to slip off of her lap, and once again Darya made a small, high-pitched noise of complaint, as that body was now totally ripped from her grasp. But she, too, had been watching the ring, and she understood the need to separate for the time being. Their wives were about to collide in one of the biggest displays of raw power and tenacity ever broadcast to human eyes. There could be no distractions.

The punch to her wounded tit had made Femke cry out in pain, and had completely halted her forward momentum. But her own punch, which landed upside Bubbles's head, sent the American woman reeling. She stepped back, and Femke, clamping her teeth together hard and grinding them, just trying to focus and suffer through the pain in her chest, moved forward one step, then two, to fill the void. She brought a fist up and swung it at Bubbles's face, just as Bubbles came surging forward with more punches for her.

Femke did not bother trying to evade them. That was not what either of them were about. This was not a boxing match, where defensive strategy played a critical role. This was a contest of willpower and muscle, and the only way to prove who was superior would be to take the full force of everything each other could offer and see who went down into the oil first. That first jab landed right between her eyes, making Femke see stars as her head was sent spinning. At the same time, her own "meager" offering should land right between Bubbles's captivating eyes, right on the ridge between those beautiful pools of blue.

And then that straight smashed into her breast, bashing her nipple back into the flesh for a moment. Femke screeched, eyes watering just a bit, as Bubbles kept on pounding that weak spot. She took a step back, snarling, gnashing her teeth like a wild animal, shaking her head. She had to hurt Bubbles back. Had to get those big, tan tits back.

It was what Bubbles was expecting, after all. Femke was not going to go down this easily and deprive her new friend of a real slugfest.

It was a little unorthodox, but, Femke hoped, her next punch would be effective. She threw her body forward, bringing both fists up at once, swinging them both inward—trying to hook them into Bubbles's sideboobs, trying to smash the two big orbs inward, into a titanic collision with each other that would flatten them both and give Bubbles a taste of some real bosomy trauma!

Mariah sighed as they parted ways, sharing Darya’s reluctant and wishing they could’ve spent more time coupling and humping and giving each other sublime pleasure. It was a shame, but she got through it by reminding herself of what the night held in store for them - win or lose, they would have all the time in the world to enjoy each other's’ bodies soon enough. There was no need to rush, and this small taste would more than serve in the interstice.

For now, though, there was a war to watch, one the crowd was aptly appreciating. Each member had found their own favorite, was firmly behind one of the tanned giantesses, and their support grew louder than ever as the clash reached a crescendo

”Let’s go, Femke! Let’s go, Bubbles!
Let’s go, Femke! Let’s go, Bubbles!
Let’s go, Femke! Let’s go, Bubbles!”

The support was appreciated - or would’ve been, if Bubbles could hear it. At the moment, all her ears heard was a thick pounding, as if the surf was running through her head, and all she saw was the woman in front of her. Whether that had more to do with her intense focus or the fact that she’d just taken a heavy blow to the skull, she couldn’t say.

It was the price she was willing to pay in order to deal heavy damage, as shown when another blow landed in the middle of her face. She staggered back, starry eyed and stumbling, but her vision was clear enough to see how much Femke was hurting from the blow and her head was clear enough to wonder how she continued to stand, continued to fight, continued to come at her. Femke was like a machine, and nothing would keep her from coming at Bubbles. As long as she was awake, she would fight.

Good. Great. Perfect.

Bubbles moved in to do the same, rearing back for another punch, only for her foe to close in faster than she anticipated and landed her blows first. And what an attack it was - another strange tactic that would only really work on women like them. Bubbles cried out, both in surprise and pain, as she wrapped her arms around her breasts and reeled backwards, seemingly wide open.

That was, until she suddenly surged forward with her upperbody and came straight at Femke. Her arms were still busy caressing her chest, but she had another part of her body to work with: her head. That was what came at Femke full steam, as Bubbles tried to bring their skulls together with a devastating headbutt.

As the crowd's chanting grew louder and louder, slowly gaining a consistent rhythm as every fan in the place joined in, then losing it as the action in the ring urged many to simply scream and cheer as loudly as they possibly could, disrupting the rhythm of the dueling chants, the ebb and flow giving way to a roar which shook the very foundation of the arena nearly as much as the blows which Femke and Bubbles were raining down upon each other. Darya, though she was saddened by the loss of a warm, friendly body from her lap, joined in the chanting, losing herself in the moment, keeping her eye affixed to the ring, taking it all in and grinning widely as she cheered for her wife—and threw in a well wish for Bubbles, too.

The two women stumbled back, heads ringing after that last exchange of blows. Femke was dizzy, seeing Bubbles separate into two shadowy versions of herself for a moment, the two gorgeous specters swirling around each other before blending into a single mighty woman clutching at her wounded boobies. Despite the throbbing of her head and, even worse, her own tit, Femke managed a little lopsided grin, proud of the damage she had inflicted upon her foe. Though she was taking quite a beating herself, she gave everything back to Bubbles with interest. Bubbles would make every effort to do the same. And there they would go, upping the ante back and forth, both of them suffering quite a bit of trauma as they stubbornly soldiered on and on. Femke, seeing that Bubbles seemed to be on the defensive, would make an effort to up the ante next, bounding forward, fists raised.

Suddenly, that single image of the incomprehensibly beautiful Bubbles started to grow as she charged forward at Femke. Her arms remained wrapped around her chest, and for an instant Femke was uncertain about what was going on. Bubbles was charging at her without a raised fist, without any means of atta—

Ooooooh.

Femke had less than a second to decide how to respond. Bubbles was almost upon her, and she herself was still moving forward. Her hands could not stop the charging American. Bubbles had momentum. She had momentum. Bubbles had a thick skull...

And so did she.

Femke lowered her skull, trying to present the thickest part of it to Bubbles as she threw her weight forward, not even bothering to keep her feet underneath her. The crack which emanated throughout the arena was as loud as a thunderclap, and stunned the crowd into silence, as the two giant women brought their thick skulls together with enough concussive force to flatten a linebacker.

Femke heard choirs of angels, and saw stars, but couldn't feel anything, couldn't feel her body slumping against Bubbles's. Slowly, with a dull pounding and a flash of red light, came the pain.

Mariah knew what was about to happen. She saw that look in Bubbles eyes, that wild flare as the icy pools started to melt, that crazed, hungry gaze. Her wife had reached the point of no return - typically, she was calm and cool in the middle of the match, but typically she wasn’t faced with an opponent that pushed her to the limits. Femke presented a rare treat, and not merely for the raw sensuality she brought to the table. This might be the only chance Bubbles had to really show what she could do at her fiercest, to prove she could go beyond her factory specs.

It was thrilling to watch. It was also indescribably terrifying. As much as she loved the violence and loved to see these untameable beasts battle in their natural habitat, she couldn’t help but wish they’d do so with the high-risk of concussions.

Unfortunately, self-preservation wasn’t the highest priority on Bubble’s list at the moment. As her head went careening towards Femke’s and Femke’s hurtled towards hers, only one thought managed to make its way to the top of the chaotic pile.

I must beat this woman.

Their skulls collided, but that wasn’t what it sounded like. The noise was more akin to two rocks hitting each other, a dull, thick sound that made the ears tingle and the teeth grind. Bubbles felt her knees weaken and her body heave forward, and she would’ve fallen flat on her chest - if not for Femke’s body supporting her. The two met in the middle and propped each other up, creating a pyramid that threatened to topple at any moment thanks to the slippery foundation it was built on.

”God, that was dumb.” Bubbles groaned as the pain flew threw her head, but a moment later her smile returned, fierce as ever. ”Again.”

Bubbles reared back, tensed up, and threw her head towards Femke again, full force, all while Mariah tensed up with every muscle she had. Brace for impact in 3, 2…