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On the first day of Christmas, Kate started the scene,
Calling Erin a "two-faced, jealous drama queen."

On the second day of Christmas, Erin hissed and swore,
Two icy threats, and a "two-faced, jealous drama queen."

On the third day of Christmas, Kate spread the dirt,
Three snide comments, two icy threats, and a "two-faced, jealous drama queen."

On the fourth day of Christmas, Erin upped her game,
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a "two-faced, jealous drama queen."

On the fifth day of Christmas, Kate tore Erin down,
Five brutal posts!
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a "two-faced, jealous drama queen."

On the sixth day of Christmas, Erin lost her cool,
Six shoves to shoulders, five brutal posts!
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a "two-faced, jealous drama queen."

On the seventh day of Christmas, Kate was enraged,
Seven heels a-stomping, six shoves to shoulders, five brutal posts!
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a "two-faced, jealous drama queen."

On the eighth day of Christmas, Erin went for blood,
Eight scratches stinging, seven heels a-stomping, six shoves to shoulders, five brutal posts!
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a "two-faced, jealous drama queen."

On the ninth day of Christmas, Kate kicked Erin's shin,
Nine kicks a-landing, eight scratches stinging, seven heels a-stomping, six shoves to shoulders, five brutal posts!
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a "two-faced, jealous drama queen."

On the tenth day of Christmas, Erin slapped Kate's face,
Ten slaps a-cracking, nine kicks a-landing, eight scratches stinging, seven heels a-stomping, six shoves to shoulders, five brutal posts!
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a "two-faced, jealous drama queen."

On the eleventh day of Christmas, Kate pulled Erin's hair,
Eleven strands a-yanking, ten slaps a-cracking, nine kicks a-landing, eight scratches stinging, seven heels a-stomping, six shoves to shoulders, five brutal posts!
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a "two-faced, jealous drama queen."

On the twelfth day of Christmas...we grabbed each other by the hair and threw each other into the fucking tree!!!


Lets get the party started

Yeah, it's Christmas! :)

What better way to share the love and spread peace and goodwill to all than by two hotties like Erin and me hurling each other into the Christmas tree? On behalf of Erin, I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! xx

Please note that voting for this catfight will be locked for the first week

Erin Lee:

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=69803

KateA:

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=85843

The Christmas party was in full swing by the time Erin and I squared up next to each other by the Christmas tree. We exchanged icy, hateful glares, our fingers twitching in excited anticipation. All year, Erin and I had been provoking each other and actively interfering in each other's lives and relationships. We despised each other with a hatred neither of us had ever truly experienced. As we glared at each other, we both knew this catfight would end with us in the emergency room. Oddly, we accepted this fact—and the foreknowledge excited us both.

Suddenly, two thuds echoed around the living room of our mutual friend Rachel's townhouse as we slipped our bags off our shoulders and dropped them to the floor. The room fell deathly silent as all eyes locked on Erin and me. Our chests heaved one last time before we thrust our hands into each other's hair. It took only seconds for us both to establish a firm grasp, and once we did, we enthusiastically began pulling. We shook each other's heads from side to side, teetering on our heels.

It was at that moment Rachel shouted,
"Not the tree!"

Crash.

But it was too late. Before the words could fully form in Rachel's mind, Erin and I had thrown each other into the Christmas tree. Ornaments scattered and shattered across the floor as we lay on our sides, yanking at each other's hair and lashing out wildly with an endless assault of violent kicks.

"Oh my God, Erin, your hair is so nasty! Don't you ever wash it, bitch? Tell you what—why don't I help you out and just rip it all out, you slag!"

Yt

Wow this is a really awesome matchup! Normally anytime Erin fights she is my pick right away, but this may be one fight that goes back and forth  to the very end...I will have to think about this till the voting opens! Thanks Ladies! I will be enjoying imagining this fight!!!!

All the best in your fight, Kate! You've got this!
Psyched to see you top Santa's naughty list and kick Erin Lee's tuchus!

Quote from: Amy J on December 01, 2024, 02:56:22 PM
I wish I could vote that you both lose.

*Giggle* Amy always says the sweetest things :)

I wonder if people know her nickname is Fluffy Bunny Cuddles?

Christmas approaches. Parties are in full swing. The year so far has been an excellent one. Had four, maybe five fights and each one was nasty, vicious and memorable. Anyone that knows me knows i enjoy a good intense fight and none of the people i've fought come more intense than the witch called Kate.
Now don't misunderstand me dear reader, of the five fights i've had i lost two, lost them in quite a devastating way but i enjoyed them just the same. If ya gonna dish it out ya gotta be able to take it.
My mind drifts back to a series of skirmishes earlier in the year with Kate that ended with a big showdown. Safe to say we both carried the scars of those scraps for quite sometime and not just physical scars, mental ones too.

But i've digressed for long enough. Readers such as Amy have the attention span of a noodle at the best of times so i'll get right to it.

I was invited to a party at Rachels joint, i knew full well my arch nemesis Kate would be there. On the few occasions we bumped into each other recently it was plain to see that the fire hadn't died down and another fight was in the offing.
Sure enough, as i walked into Rachels townhouse the first thing my eyes alighted on was Kate. Rachel whispered " No fighting tonight Erin, please" but she was whispering in my deaf ear and as i strolled across the carpeted floor towards Kate i could see the glint in her eyes and her clenching and unclenching her hands.

Our bags dropped to the floor with a thud. I had thought to bring a house brick in my bag but i figured why waste a good house brick on the side of Kates head when i can get more pleasure out of using my hands, legs, fists, feet and anything else that might be handy.

The room fell silent as we glared at each other and then it started. Neither of us able to hold back our hatred of each other for a moment longer, we launched at each other. Hands flew upwards and snared in each others hair. We started to shake each others head around so vigorously that you could hear our teeth chatter.

Then we both yanked the same way at once and we went crashing into Rachels Christmas tree, flattening it and sending the ornaments cascading across the floor. An audible gasp went around the room. This though was wasted on us as you started out with your usual cheap insults. I bet, in your spare time you write jokes for crackers.

"Gonna just talk about ripping my hair out or are ya gonna try and do it?" i hissed in retort as i grab a strand of silver tinsel and look to wrap it around your throat whilst kicking out with my now bare feet, my pumps having already flown off.

By now the rest of the party were spread around the room enjoying the spectacle. A few whoops and "destroy her Kate"..."take her apart Erin" as the party started to take sides. My focus though is on hurting Kate in whatever way i can.

Quote from: Amy J on December 01, 2024, 02:56:22 PM
I wish I could vote that you both lose.

You say that like you would beat either of them, which you wouldn't

Less than a minute—30 seconds at most—that's all the time it took to kick off our Christmas catfight. Rachel can act all prim and proper, but she invited us both because she wanted to see us go at it. Well, congratulations! You got what you wanted, and if your living room gets trashed in the process, I'm not going to lose any sleep over it—neither will that bitch Erin. With Rachel's Christmas tree toppled to the floor and ornaments either smashed or scattered across the room, the demolition was off to a fantastic start. But the only demolition job I cared about this Christmas was the one I planned to finish on Erin's face. Sure, you could argue that Mother Nature beat me to it, but considering the money I spent on my manicure—fuck that! My nails are going to shred Erin's face, and Mmm, I can't wait.

Those aspirations, however, had to make way for another equally primal desire: the urge to rip Erin's hair out—a desire I'm sure the slag shares regarding my own locks. And so, there we were, lying side by side on the floor, yanking at each other's hair with everything we had. My roots burned and ached under the constant assault. But that wasn't all. While we tugged and pulled with every ounce of strength we could muster, our legs were locked in an equally intense struggle. Amid the thrashing of limbs and the hiss of thigh against thigh—a sight many in the room clearly relished—your pumps went flying, while my boots stayed firmly in place.

I sneered at you as our tussle intensified. You responded by letting go of my hair and grabbing some silver tinsel. Wrapping it around my throat, you began to choke me with it. My airway tightened, and for a moment, I thought I was done for. But then—snap! The cheap tinsel broke under the strain. Relief flooded me, though it was mingled with the collective disappointment of the room. No one wanted to explain ligature marks to the emergency room staff, after all. But let's not pretend: every woman in that room secretly—or not so secretly (looking at you, Fluffy Bunny Cuddles)—wanted Erin and me to leave each other wrecked, sobbing into a makeshift bed of torn clothes and clumps of hair.

With the tinsel failing you, I let go of your hair. Digging my left elbow into the carpet and planting my left heel for leverage, I rolled us over and straddled your midriff. Glaring down at you with utter contempt, I began to slap your face with both hands, screaming:

"How do you like that, Erin? How do you like that, you fucking bitch?"

Yt

Merry Christmas everyone and enjoy this very special Christmas song ;)

https://suno.com/song/343b13f3-2315-43fc-9750-a24e99a8505c

Oh gosh! How fun!
A masterpiece of passion and fury! Rock on!

I also really liked your opening 12 days of Christmas take.

You're quite the musical virtuoso!

Quote from: Randomnosity25 on December 02, 2024, 06:18:58 PM
Oh gosh! How fun!
A masterpiece of passion and fury! Rock on!

I also really liked your opening 12 days of Christmas take.

You're quite the musical virtuoso!

Thanks but I can only take partial credit. My friends inspired me and A.I. did the rest.

Quote from: KateA on December 02, 2024, 06:53:22 PM

Quote from: Randomnosity25 on December 02, 2024, 06:18:58 PM
Oh gosh! How fun!
A masterpiece of passion and fury! Rock on!

I also really liked your opening 12 days of Christmas take.

You're quite the musical virtuoso!

Thanks but I can only take partial credit. My friends inspired me and A.I. did the rest.

Ah, newfangled technology! Thy name is goofiness!
I see!

Looking like a great fight.

What attire are you both in.

My only disappointment is it is not me fighting either of you, I would gladly poll fight either of you bitch's

Apologies, how very remiss of me. I didn't share what i am wearing, so here goes.

I'm in a mid thigh length black dress...think Audrey Hepburn.
Black lace bra and matching thong.
Black suspenders and black stockings.
I was wearing a pair of black pumps but those went west very early in the fight.
Hair is freshly minted blonde, cut shoulder length and resting loose, blue eye shadow, red nails and lips.

I think that covers it?

The tinsel snaps, only to be expected, Rachel didn't exactly spend a fortune on her Christmas decs.

Our legs tangle, thigh glides over thigh, feet thrash around trying to find something painful to kick. My dress rides up as it finds no purchase on my silky black stockings. A small expanse of bare white flesh is exposed between stockings and thong. I can sense the drooling from some of the women in the room.

I have but one aim...actually i have two aims. The first being to beat Kate into total submission, the second to finish the fight sat on her face with her tits in my hands and her kitty naked.

As the tinsel snaps i suddenly find myself on my back with Kate straddling me. My scalp aches but you decide to let my hair go for the opportunity to aim some vicious slaps at my face. I feel your knees and thighs pressing into my sides. Your admittedly shapely butt pressed down on my tummy.

My head snaps side to side with each slap, they are wild, some hit, some miss. I know i have to get you off me, there are far too many people in the room screaming for you to finish me.

I thrust up my arms as i look to make it much harder for you to slap my face and as my arms rise my hands grab hold of your dress and tear it down to expose your bra. Quickly i now look to expose your tits by forcing your bra up and off them. Your milky white flesh is now there for all to see and for my nails to scratch. And scratch i do, dragging my nails across both your wobbling orbs.

While i busy myself on your tits, i plant both feet flat to the floor and thrust upwards forcefully from the hips, looking to send you flying off over my head and into the detritus that was once the ornaments from the tree.

Quote from: Erin Lee on December 03, 2024, 09:35:11 AM
Apologies, how very remiss of me. I didn't share what i am wearing, so here goes.

I'm in a mid thigh length black dress...think Audrey Hepburn.
Black lace bra and matching thong.
Black suspenders and black stockings.
I was wearing a pair of black pumps but those went west very early in the fight.
Hair is freshly minted blonde, cut shoulder length and resting loose, blue eye shadow, red nails and lips.

I think that covers it?

Didn't get time to change out of your day job.

The atmosphere in Rachel's living room is absolutely electric. Some scream in support of me, others scream in support of Erin...then we have others like Fluffy Bunny Cuddles who scream for us to fuck each other up! However in between the screams numerous guests give each other poisonous glares, personal space is aggressively invaded and breasts bump together in highly choreographed displays of femininity and cattiness. It seems that mine and Erin's display of unladylike behaviour has warmed up the Cold War and that further clashes are imminent.

However I could not careless, I spent the good part of a year waiting for another chance to grab Erin by her hair and to viciously assault her face in particular. As I said earlier, that manicure of mine cost a fortune and I fully intend to get my monies worth out of them. But for now I sit straddled across Erin's firm midriff and wildly I slap at the sluts face. Some of my slaps are clean and sharp, others fly harmlessly through the air, while other's just glance Erin's cheeks with my nails. As for me, I'm getting hot and wild. I'm just gonna say it, slapping Erin's face is better than sex, even sex with her man! Mmm delicious!!!

But while I lose my inhibitions, Erin reaches up with her arms and grabs hold of my red top. Now my sexy Santa outfit is definitely not the most durable of my outfits and as you pull on it, the stitching does not put up much of a fight and soon my red lace bra is exposed. Well you man saw it last Thursday night, so only fair you get a peek I guess? Sadly for me voyeurism was not your intention and soon my perfectly firm 34C breasts make an appearance. Many in the room slowly lick their lips or fidget and rub their thighs together in excitement. However while Erin was not one of those, she was most definitely excited as her nails dug into my flesh.

I could not see it but I think my face turned red due to the pain? While my breasts felt as if they were on fire, it was as if they were being stabbed by a thousand needles. I grit my teeth and grab hold of your wrists in an attempt to free my girls from your poisonous grasp. But in doing so, I foolishly end up assisting you - as you plant your feet into the carpet and thrust upwards. The forces in play unbalance me and I'm sent flying into what remains of the Christmas tree and a selection of broken and non broken ornaments.

"Fuck!" I scream, as within a few seconds my advantageous start to our catfight is over. Yet this is an opportunity. I glance at your discarded pumps and then glance at my boots. We don't need words and I calmly, yet with haste proceed to unzip and remove my boots. All the while however my eyes pay close attention to your movements. Finally with my boots removed I slowly rise to my feet, a almost psychotic smile consumes my face as I clench my fists and raise them.

I glare coldly at Erin, and am about to say something when suddenly from the cheap seats we both hear: "Kate...Erin you fucking whores! Fuck each other up now!"

Neither myself or Erin are known for listening to the demands of other women, but maybe it was the magic of Christmas? As obediently we approach each other with fists raised.

Yt

Quote from: monica28 on December 03, 2024, 03:58:53 PM

Quote from: Erin Lee on December 03, 2024, 09:35:11 AM
Apologies, how very remiss of me. I didn't share what i am wearing, so here goes.

I'm in a mid thigh length black dress...think Audrey Hepburn.
Black lace bra and matching thong.
Black suspenders and black stockings.
I was wearing a pair of black pumps but those went west very early in the fight.
Hair is freshly minted blonde, cut shoulder length and resting loose, blue eye shadow, red nails and lips.

I think that covers it?

Didn't get time to change out of your day job.

Heh - Mop Head! Haven't you got school corridors to clean...Bitch?

I never did get to fight either one of these pretentious bitches, but I do dislike Kate more than I dislike Erin. so go Erin, decorate the floor with Kate's ripped out, mousy brown locks, decorate what's left of the tree with her slutty outfit and lingerie, and use your nails to carve her up  like a holiday ham, from her head to her toes, and all the interesting places in-between!

PS:  For some reason I'm not allowed to vote.  Hmmm, could it be that Kate is angry at me and has deliberately blackballed me? I guess I'll find out.

Quote from: Alix_Fights on December 03, 2024, 06:58:23 PM
I never did get to fight either one of these pretentious bitches, but I do dislike Kate more than I dislike Erin. so go Erin, decorate the floor with Kate's ripped out, mousy brown locks, decorate what's left of the tree with her slutty outfit and lingerie, and use your nails to carve her up  like a holiday ham, from her head to her toes, and all the interesting places in-between!

PS:  For some reason I'm not allowed to vote.  Hmmm, could it be that Kate is angry at me and has deliberately blackballed me? I guess I'll find out.

Oh Alix, you're almost as sweet as Amy :)

However voting is currently locked, as me and Erin wanted to make a start to the catfight and open the voting later in the poll. However just to be clear everyone will be able to vote from Saturday onwards and I will post when voting is open.

Quote from: KateA on December 03, 2024, 07:09:03 PM

Quote from: Alix_Fights on December 03, 2024, 06:58:23 PM
I never did get to fight either one of these pretentious bitches, but I do dislike Kate more than I dislike Erin. so go Erin, decorate the floor with Kate's ripped out, mousy brown locks, decorate what's left of the tree with her slutty outfit and lingerie, and use your nails to carve her up  like a holiday ham, from her head to her toes, and all the interesting places in-between!

PS:  For some reason I'm not allowed to vote.  Hmmm, could it be that Kate is angry at me and has deliberately blackballed me? I guess I'll find out.

Oh Alix, you're almost as sweet as Amy :)

However voting is currently locked, as me and Erin wanted to make a start to the catfight and open the voting later in the poll. However just to be clear everyone will be able to vote from Saturday onwards and I will post when voting is open.

Oh Kate, you are always full of surprises, but I will look forward to voting for Erin to have her way with you, anyway she should desire.

Quote from: Alix_Fights on December 03, 2024, 07:13:49 PM

Quote from: KateA on December 03, 2024, 07:09:03 PM

Quote from: Alix_Fights on December 03, 2024, 06:58:23 PM
I never did get to fight either one of these pretentious bitches, but I do dislike Kate more than I dislike Erin. so go Erin, decorate the floor with Kate's ripped out, mousy brown locks, decorate what's left of the tree with her slutty outfit and lingerie, and use your nails to carve her up  like a holiday ham, from her head to her toes, and all the interesting places in-between!

PS:  For some reason I'm not allowed to vote.  Hmmm, could it be that Kate is angry at me and has deliberately blackballed me? I guess I'll find out.

Oh Alix, you're almost as sweet as Amy :)

However voting is currently locked, as me and Erin wanted to make a start to the catfight and open the voting later in the poll. However just to be clear everyone will be able to vote from Saturday onwards and I will post when voting is open.

Oh Kate, you are always full of surprises, but I will look forward to voting for Erin to have her way with you, anyway she should desire.

No, thank you Alix :)

It's always nice to know that you're far more jealous of me, than Erin ;)

Quote from: KateA on December 03, 2024, 07:28:32 PM

Quote from: Alix_Fights on December 03, 2024, 07:13:49 PM

Quote from: KateA on December 03, 2024, 07:09:03 PM

Quote from: Alix_Fights on December 03, 2024, 06:58:23 PM
I never did get to fight either one of these pretentious bitches, but I do dislike Kate more than I dislike Erin. so go Erin, decorate the floor with Kate's ripped out, mousy brown locks, decorate what's left of the tree with her slutty outfit and lingerie, and use your nails to carve her up  like a holiday ham, from her head to her toes, and all the interesting places in-between!

PS:  For some reason I'm not allowed to vote.  Hmmm, could it be that Kate is angry at me and has deliberately blackballed me? I guess I'll find out.

Oh Alix, you're almost as sweet as Amy :)

However voting is currently locked, as me and Erin wanted to make a start to the catfight and open the voting later in the poll. However just to be clear everyone will be able to vote from Saturday onwards and I will post when voting is open.

Oh Kate, you are always full of surprises, but I will look forward to voting for Erin to have her way with you, anyway she should desire.

No, thank you Alix :)

It's always nice to know that you're far more jealous of me, than Erin ;)

Hardly jealous of you Kate, and if you looked in the mirror with a more honest appraisal of your looks, you'd understand that.  I just want Erin to make you look even less attractive.

My face has a little sting and no doubt some of your handprints from the slaps you administers that did manage to land but now you are lying on your front in what is left of the Christmas tree and the ornaments, so no doubt you feel as abused as i do.

I roll over and clamber to my knees, i rest my hands on my thighs as my butt rests on my heels. I see you removing your boots and while you do that i decide to peel off my black dress. A few gasps echo around the room as the assembled party goers take in my shapely body adorned with black lace bra, black lace thong suspenders and stockings. My eyes narrow as i look towards Monica, i make a mental note that i am going to beat that bitch up after i finish with Kate.

By now you have removed your boots and are on your feet, truth be told you do look kinda powerful but i am far from intimidated and i rise up to my feet. I look you over, my eyes drift up and down your slender body. Oh yes, i do see how your hands keep forming fists. I allow myself a small tight smile. I do so enjoy fighting this bitch.

We face each other both blowing just a lil, then we launch at each other. Primal screams emit from our mouths. My hands fly up into your hair, my body crashes against yours as each looks to gain some kind of control over the other. Your tits are still exposed, i see how stiff your nipples are, you enjoy fighting me as much as i do you.

We lock together and stagger around the room hurling insults at each other, ripping hair out by the roots. We crash into Monica and i take the opportunity to stamp down on her foot with my heel. So sorry....NOT.

"Argh..."

"Ow Ow Ow..."

"You Bitch!"

"Slut!"

"Two-Faced, Jealous drama queen"

With our hands buried into each others hair, we both pull viciously and as we do so, our breasts are crushed together. I can feel your erect nipple's through the fabric of your black lace bra, as they joust against my own exposed nipples. Suddenly the room erupts into raucous shouts of...

"Ole!"

As the first big clump of blonde hair hits the floor. I smile at you with my eyes and you smile back with your own, as a big clump of my luscious brunette hair joins yours on the floor. Once again our *Cough* Friends! *Cough* cheer with delight:

"Ole!" They scream, followed by:

"Fuck that Bitch up Erin!"

Then the same voice screams:

"Kate, Erin thinks she's a ten, you make that bitch a zero!"

~Sigh~ Our supporters were as fake as Erin's eye lashes, but neither of us cared...the catfight continued. Our frenetic hair pulling sends us both into a violent stagger as we bounce off furniture and other party attendees. During this chaos Erin steps on that mop head bitch Monica's foot, I acknowledge Erin's totally "an accident" moment with a mischievous smile. However it is at that moment our catfight is interrupted as we both hear:

POP!!!

As a magnum of champagne is squirted over us by a rather too excited quest. The sudden and unexpected hosing startles us both and we release each other's hair in shock at the bubbly downpour.

"What the fuck!" I scream as I pull off my Santa hat and throw it into the crowd. But this unexpected separation did give me a chance to raise the temperature and blood pressure within the room. I head over to a corner and shimmy myself out of my skirt and remove my torn red bra. Standing only in my sheer black stockings, red lace suspender belt and thong. I stand facing Erin, I was about to lunge at her when her discarded black dress and Rachel's roaring log fire catch my attention. I don't hesitate as I grab Erin's dress and hurl it onto the fire.

The room collectively gasps as Erin's signature black dress goes up in flames. Meanwhile I look at Erin as if I was the cat that got the cream. I'm smug, it's not a good look but hell burning your dress felt good. But as I look at you, my fingers twitch in excited anticipation. Our catfight has only just begun...


Yt

Yeesh, I knew they shoulda done more testing before they released this new rare breed of mistletoe to the public. Instead of kissing under it, we get this ... scratching face instead of sucking face.  ;)

Guess it's back to the greenhouse for more experiments ... On second thought, nah. Let's leave it just the way it is. Maybe start a whole new Christmas tradition. Primal catfights under the mistletoe.

Kate and Erin make great crash test dummies, don'tcha think?

Seriously, awesome start to what I know is gonna be yet one more epic badass adventure between you two!!!  :-*

Gawd almightly, you don't half make a racket when you fight, i mean, i've hardly started in on you yet but already your curses and screams echo around the room. Don't hear me making such a commotion do ya, not even when you rip my hair from my head, though i do gotta admit, i bit down on my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. I can taste it but i don't wanna give you the satisfaction of hearing me scream...well not too much anyway.
The fight rolls on and we rock and roll around the room bumping into furniture and assembled sluts and whores. But with the exception of the mop head Monica we pay them no notice as our intense focus is on defeating our rival. This rivalry has been going on ever since we first met each other and as we both enjoy a good fight our conflicts aren't likely to end here today.

I look to stamp down on your foot as well now but you saw it coming and i stamped on carpet not flesh. I grunt and am about to unleash a different attack when there is a loud POP and we are drenched in champers. We quickly seperate, surprised and shocked by this unexpected turn of events. I lick my lips, ugh, cheap champers, i should have expected that at Rachels, i'm pretty sure that either Amy or Monica would have brought that...no class.

Then you snatch up my black dress. I stand with my right hip cocked and my hands on my hips watching you as you toss it on the fire. Like i would wear my best dress to a gathering like this, specially as i knew you'd be here. I have more than one lil black dress but your smug look as you do it enrages me.

"You slag" i hiss and i charge at you, dipping my shoulders just as we come into contact, my arms encircling the tops of your thighs as i look to drive you backwards into the wall with as much force as i can muster.

As your cheap and skanky Chinese knock off, of a Thai knock off goes up in flames. My smugness is on full display, clearly this was not your most expensive dress. But we both know that the price tag is irrelevant, the cost of replacement does not matter. It's a matter of principle, I publicly burned your trashy dress - you've got to get even! Our audience demands it! Normally the demands of others should be ignored however when us girls gather to watch a catfight, omg the politics of the situation are immense. Lose the catfight and every woman in that room will see you as weak and prey on you. Fail to win in emphatic fashion and despite the victory, you will still end up with a target on your back. So yes, winning isn't everything, it's how you win that matters.

Still as we glare at each other, the faint crackling sound of your dress burning energises the room. The sounds are rather cosy and warming, there is almost a romantic quality to it. But romance, peace and love? Neither me or Erin give a fuck about that - Nothing could be farther from our minds! Still the room is consumed by a deathly silence with only Monica muttering to herself in the corner - Bless her, the bitch is special!

THUD!!!

"Ow you fucking bitch!" I screech as a sudden sprint across the living room catches me off guard and your shoulder barges me into the living room wall. My back crunches into the wall painfully, however the wall also braces me and I'm able to remain on my feet.

Our close and most beloved friends roar with approval:

"Yeah Erin, get that fucking bitch Kate, claw her face, claw her face!"

However while my back maybe hurting, I was still able to grab your hair as you bent over to shoulder barge me. With my hands firmly embedded in your rats nest, I push downwards to hold your face low and raise my right knee frantically into your face. My aggression is uncontrolled and you use your hands and arms to block my blows. For every 5 thrusts of my knee, I'm lucky if only one shot hits your face...but when I do hit, you know it!

Meanwhile our loyal and most faithful of friends now scream with delight:

"That's it Kate - you give that skanky troll Erin a nose job!"

~Sigh~ With friends like ours, who the fuck needs enemies :)

Yt

Hearing the thud as your back meets up with the wall sends a burst of energy bursting through my body. My shoulder digs into your midriff but not badly enough to take your breath away...sadly. While i'm down here i might as well shred your stockings and stretch out your suspenders before letting them go with a THWACK!!

It's then that i feel your hands in my rat....wait...in my silken locks and you lean in against the back of my head, forcing my head down lower and holding it there. I know what comes next, seem to remember using this very move on you a while back. You drive your knee upwards and as you do my arms and hands slap against your raised thigh. Again and again you drive that accursed knee up at my face and while i manage to deflect many of the blows one or two hit their target.

The first one almost straightens me up, the second topples me onto my back, head spinning, face redder than it should be. Now it seems the assembled sluts are all on your side, typical, back the one who is getting on top. I tenderly finger my face but lying here somewhat defenceless on my back i realise i need to get back in this game and quickly too or you could take me right here, right now.

I roll over and over as i try and evade whatever it is you have planned, all the while trying to buy a lil time to allow my head to clear. I reach for the edge of a table that is adorned with bottles of booze. As i use it to help me get back to my feet i think of using one of the bottles as a weapon to use on you. But anyone who knows me knows that after fighting my next great love is boozing, so i'm not about to risk a bottle of gin on your noggin. I turn to face you, feeling i have been too slow and you are ready to pounce.

well, who knew Kate could sing?, or can she?

obviously Erin did'ent think so, or she would not have resorted to violence, maybe they will beat each other to smithereens

it is Christmas season, so I  guess I can find something. nice. and positive. to  say, about both of them,,,hmmmm, hmmmm, give me a few more minutes,

hmmmm, hmmmm,   I may need more than a few minutes.


{seriously. a very fun. and creative poll,,,look  forwards to following this one..good luck ladies} :)

Quote from: lexibabe on December 05, 2024, 06:32:07 PM
well, who knew Kate could sing?, or can she?

obviously Erin did'ent think so, or she would not have resorted to violence, maybe they will beat each other to smithereens

it is Christmas season, so I  guess I can find something. nice. and positive. to  say, about both of them,,,hmmmm, hmmmm, give me a few more minutes,

hmmmm, hmmmm,   I may need more than a few minutes.


{seriously. a very fun. and creative poll,,,look  forwards to following this one..good luck ladies} :)

*Giggle* I rarely sing and when I do, alcohol is most certainly involved Lexi. As for saying something nice and positive, to hell with that! Just call myself and Erin something spicy...I do love to argue while I'm poll fighting :)

"O you bitch! Tear my stockings will you? I'm gonna shred yours and feed them to you, Harlot!" I scream at you, as your grasping hand digs their nails into my sheer stockings and the silky smooth skin of my thigh. Breathing heavily I begin to grit my teeth, anger is etched all over my face. I desperately want to reach down and grab your stockings, but my hands stay glued to the rats nest. Meanwhile while you have been shredding my stockings, my knee had successfully managed to evade your defence's and strike your face twice. Our loyal and most devoted friends in the world wide world cheer with delight as you topple onto your back, however as you fall. Your right hand triumphantly grips my red lace suspender belt, which you rip off my body.

"That's it Kate, fuck her up! Fuck that bitch Erin up!" A friend of ours cheers...

Meanwhile a mere few seconds later, once again the same friend cheers with delight:

"OMG Kate, you're lingerie is so skanky! Where do you shop for it? Aldi you fucking cheap ass slut!"

I turn towards the peanut gallery and glare at every woman in the room, before swiftly adverting my gaze back to Erin who had made it all the way over to the drinks table and back onto her feet. I steam across the room and as I get to within arms reach, I grasp your black lace bra and tug violently on it. Like my bra from earlier, yours did not put up much of a fight and it flys off your chest and out of my hands to land in the bowl of punch. The room fills with a brief silence as everyone in attendance knows that many and I do mean many brave sailors will mourn the passing of Erin's bra. Erin's bra a safe port on the stormiest of nights has always been a home for tossing sailors!

However as my hardened nipples clash with your own, the peanut gallery roars with delight as my hands grasp hold of your thong. Which I mercilessly begin to pull up and inside of you. But as I pull, I smirk and say:

"Well this is new, someone pulling up on your thong, instead of down. Does it not bother you in the slightest that the whole town knows your a slut!"

Yt

What we need here is some eggnog to watch this fight with!

Come on girls fuck each other up quick :)

Quote from: Steph.fights on December 06, 2024, 03:19:47 PM
What we need here is some eggnog to watch this fight with!

Come on girls fuck each other up quick :)

Please, I want a cup of eggnog

Barely back on my feet and with my head still spinning from the knee to my face when my bra suddenly starts to feel tighter. It takes a moment but i finally realise it's because someone has hold of it and is trying to tear it off me. Tear it off me they do and it flies off and lands in the bowl of punch. Quite ironic if you think about it. I don't need to turn around to know who did it, you always did have trouble controlling your mouth. There are plenty of guys down the docks who can attest to that.

I turn and you are immediately in my face. Our tits mash together. Your nipples are already stiff and mine are starting to regain their stiffness. Before i can do anything your hand drops down and grabs hold of my thong, viciously yanking it up so it cuts deep into my labia. I screech in pain and rise onto my tiptoes, not entirely voluntarily i must add. My suspender belt offers a lil protection but not much and i'm more than a lil relieved when the thin fabric of my thong gives way in your hand.

Now i'm starting to get steamed, my dress has gone up in flames, my bra is soaking up the punch and my thong is now just a shapeless rag hanging from your fingers.

I raise both arms and shove you back, i follow immediately and grab hold of your hair with both hands. Before you have time to fend me off i start to twist, holding your hair tightly i twist faster till i just about drag you off your feet and then after a few turns i let go, aiming you straight towards the assembled peanut gallery. But i'm not dome yet, i stagger a lil from the spins but i come after you and thrust out my right foot as i look to kick you full in the back, seeking to lay you out on your front so i can drop my butt right into the small of your back.

With our firm breasts and hard nippled mashed together, I glare coldly into your eyes as I pull on your thong. Your own thong cuts into you, it forces itself deeply into your labia - pain is etched across your face. You screech in agony and rise onto your tippy toes, yet you can't escape my assault on your womanhood. However your thong, a literal petri dish of Many...MANY DNA samples! Is about to do you a favour...

SNAP!!!

"Fuck!" I snap, as my hands fling back towards me and Erin's thong flys across the room to land on Monica's ode to the Janitor mop head - The peanut gallery smirks and try's not to laugh at Monica. Unsurprisingly they fail to control themselves and the jocularity of this moment consumes our most loyal friends. However while the room laughs at Monica, Erin takes the opportunity to attack. She shoves my shoulders with the palms of her hands and I stagger backwards, however Erin immediately follows up and grabs my hair with both hands and begins to spin. Around, around we go - where I crash? Nobody knows. Well that's a lie, as Erin times her release to perfection and I go crashing into the peanut gallery.

My left forearm clotheslines a particularly nasty skank named Tammi, I about take her head off. Shame it's still attached ~Sigh~ What a slut she is! Meanwhile my right shoulder barges into a curious bitch who goes by the moniker Lexibabe! LexiOldTroutFace would be way more appropriate! However thanks to Tammi the Skank and Old Trout Face, my momentum slows and I'm able to remain upright, barely able to remain upright if the truth be told. But alas Erin was not done and her foot slams into my lower back and I'm sent tumbling into the carpet. I find myself face planted into the carpet, my scope of vision is limited. All I can see is one rather plain looking and open black leather bag, and a Pic'n'Mix style display of cheap plastic shoes, which have inserted in them terrible legs, with the worst spray on tans you have ever seen - yes I'm surrounded by the peanuts, I mean my beloved friends.

However my little spin curtesy of Erin had left my stomach doing somersaults and my scalp burning with scorching pain. But before I can move, I feel an Erin's pert and somewhat perfect behind land on the small of my back. She plants herself onto me with the grace of a leaping tiger the grace of a sack of potatoes!

"Owww...Get the FUCK OFF ME YOU BITCH!!!" I screech in a combination of pain and rage...meanwhile to further add to my torment, peanut Steph's ugly shoes come into sight! Bright yellow, with faded black poker dots and made out of the finest plastic in all of China. Now I really do think I'm gonna be sick!

Yt

My shoes aren't ugly bitch!!

Get her Erin!! She deserves it now

Quote from: Steph.fights on December 07, 2024, 06:14:34 PM
My shoes aren't ugly bitch!!

Get her Erin!! She deserves it now

Despite being a two-faced, jealous drama queen and a notorious whore of such high standing the assay office has issued a hallmark to certify the quality of sluttiness! She is (oh how it pains me to admit) a bitch of exceptional taste when it comes to her attire and choice of footwear. She will agree with me Steph, your shoes are ugly BITCH!

are there two  more overrated. santa's
helpers, than these two?
is it any wonder  why much comments. are for them. to men each other up?  I think not

Thanks for the vote of confidence Lexi....and to think i used to like you.

Truth be told i did land on your back a bit like a sack of spuds. Reason being i am still a lil dizzy from the spin i gave you and my crotch is still burning from the wedgie you had me in a few moments ago. But land on your back i did and just to make sure you know your place is under me i bounce my ass on you a few times. Then i grab hold of your hair with both hands and grind your face into the carpet, adding a couple of downward slams as well, just as some small retribution for the knees to my face earlier. Karma is a bitch....right?

I could do all sorts of nasty things from this position but as i look up and gaze around the peanut gallery i decide to take my chance and go whisper a few sweet nothings in one or two ears. So i clamber off your back and head over to Monica. Planting my right hand between her somewhat saggy tits i push her up against the wall and purrrr quietly "You are next babycakes"

Then i flick Lexi the finger before taking a look at Stephs shoes. It's true, i have seen better but for a party they ain't all that bad.

Then i look back down at Kate..."you intend to lie there for the rest of the night or are ya gonna get back up and fight me?"

I give you a semi playful poke in the side with my right foot then back away to give you some space.

My shoes are beautiful, and perfect for this occasion, you two are just jealous bitches x

Hard one for me to call, especially as I'm not really a cat fighter. Both of them have great profiles too. But in the end I voted for Erin. She just has that look, ya know?

Quote from: Steph.fights on December 08, 2024, 11:26:38 AM
My shoes are beautiful, and perfect for this occasion, you two are just jealous bitches x

My, Oh My. Looks like one of the peanuts has turned salty!

Between the ugly 1970's style carpet, awful plastic heels, terrible legs and appalling spray on tans! It is as if all my personal horrors have gathered together for one night to torment me. For a brief moment I imagine I'm a witch and this is Halloween, but that's a silly thought...surely? However the weight of the King Edward's or are they Maris Piper? Either way that sack of potatoes painfully begins to rise and slam herself into my lower back. I brace my body for impact using my arms. I would like to say this eases my pain but Erin is riding my lower back harder than Rachel's husband!

Yet just when I think I see a way out of this predicament, Erin grabs my hair and buries my face into the carpet. She rubs and grinds my face into the harsh carpet and burns my left cheek.

"Ow you fuckin cxnt!" I screech in pain, yet my screech is kind of muffled as Erin begins to bounce my face into the carpet. Clearly the bitch wanted revenge for my knees to her face and she got it! But then she suddenly stopped and got off me, I lay on the carpet thinking to myself - That cocky bitch! How dare she turn her back to me!. Yet I can't be too angry, Erin has just made a huge mistake and I'm going to make her pay. But first my nose... "Argh you bitch!" I squeal, as a tickle of blood begins to flow from my bruised and potentially broken nose.

Meanwhile as Erin addresses some of the peanuts, many of which are now salty peanuts. I use the time I have to tend to and soothe my injuries to the best of my ability. Still I don't have long and soon Erin comes back to deliver a few cheap shots, as the bitch playfully prods me - I grit my teeth and deny her the satisfaction of hearing me suffer her blows. Then I suffer the ignominy of hearing that shrill voice taunt me!

Well I don't stay on the floor for long and as Erin walks away, I rise like a phoenix. But unlike a phoenix I have that peanuts black leather bag I mentioned earlier. I swing it like a medieval ball and chain and slam it into your right cheek. This blow leaves you shuddering momentarily, but a moment is all I need! I drop the bag on the floor and I grab you by your hair and begin to spin you around the room. I release you just at the right time to send you crashing into the remains of the Christmas tree and shout with joy:

"Merry Christmas Erin you fucking slag!"

Your pert behind lands on some rather painful looking Christmas ornaments which shatter under the weight of your ass, leaving small fragments of red and gold baubles sticking into your ass cheeks.

The peanut gallery roars with delight and screams in unison:

"Kill the Bitch! Rip her hair out! Fuck that whores face up!"

These words of encouragement from our dear friends surprise neither me or Erin, they don't care who wins...they just want us both to be enjoying a long stay in the emergency room. Where we will no doubt be tormented with the NHS's Christmas soundtrack of choice - Cliff Richard's "Cliff at Christmas" - the stakes could not be higher, "Cliff at Christmas" is a fate worse than death!

Yt

C'mon Erin, slap the crap out that mouthy bitch, rip the hair from her empty head, and use your nails to carve her up like a holiday ham!

It's rare Erin and I *ever* agree on anything... but this time, I'm in her corner.

Erin ! Kick that slut's ass so I can kick yours later ;)

Quote from: Erin Lee on December 08, 2024, 10:35:57 AM
Thanks for the vote of confidence Lexi....and to think i used to like you.

used to?   you know that, you still do

My baby Erin takes this easily..... go babe x

Wondering where the snacks are at and Erin going to edge out a win *sighs* but Kate will make her pay for it. Looking around the room!

Kate has reacted quickly, while I push my hip between the girls to get a closer look at the fight between Christmas elves...

I knew i made a mistake, i should have finished you right there and then, but oh no, not cocky lil me, i just had to go and make my feelings known to the peanut gallery and Monica in particular. You are still on the floor when i turn back to you and i made a bad assumption that you were almost done with this fight. Even when i gave you a couple of prods with my toes you still didn't react. So what do i do? i turn away again and walk to the other side of the room before turning back to face you. Only this time you are back on your feet and charging towards me.

I don't have time to react to your onrushing body, i try to sink into a bit of a crouch but you are on me so quickly that other than my eyes widening and my mouth dropping open in surprise no other body parts seem to respond to what is happening.

I didn't see the bag you are holding but i sure felt it as it clunked into the side of my face. I dunno what's in the bag but it sends me staggering, not for long tho as you drop the bag and grab hold of my hair with both hands. Then you do to me what i did to you, you spin me around only letting go when you know i will fall into what is left of the tree and the ornaments.

I land on my butt and back crushing the remaining ornaments with the force of the landing. I can feel them slicing into my flesh and i roll onto my front crying out in pain.

I hear all the crowd calling out your name, encouraging you to finish me off, the same ones who moments before had encouraged me to finish you off.

I'm still feeling a lil dizzy from the cheap shot with the bag but i have enough about me to try and reach back to pull the bits of sharp plastic out of my ass and back.

"I'll make you pay for that you cheap skank" i hiss as i start to get back onto my knees

Being a "frenemy" of both fighters, I'm gonna courteously abstain from voting or picking a winner here. I'll just sit back in my Christmas jammies and candy cane socks, sipping eggnog and munching a Christmas cookie and watch all the amazing action!

It all happened so fast, one second I was swinging a black leather bag at your head and the next, I'm watching you gingerly pull out shards of Christmas ornaments from your pert behind. I smirk at you and say:

"Oh Erin...I think you've still got a bit of Santa stuck in your left cheek"

The peanut galley laughs at my jibe and then one by one, they all give you a look that says: "This bitch is worse than trash, I've nothing but contempt for her!"

But a mere second later, the fake smiles come out and then cheerfully our friends cheer you on:

"Come on Erin...you can beat that bitch Kate! Fuck her up! Fuck her up for the time she gave your man a blowjob at Rachel's engagement party!"

The peanuts, especially the salty peanuts reveal my act of betrayal from much earlier in the year. My inner monologue is racing at 100mph: "Oh fuck! I really wish Erin never found out about that! I can't have her backing out of being my maid of honour!".

Why you sound shocked dear reader? Why would not think that I'm any less duplicitous than the peanut galley? On any other day me and Erin would be in the peanut gallery ourselves. We would be cooing with delight as our friends tear each other apart, while we betray confidences in the expectation of future drama - there are no saints amongst us, only sinners! Of that I can assure you.

However back in the here and now, Erin begins to rise to her feet. Just the sight of her fills my heart with rage, add into the mix Steph's ugly shoes which have permanently scarred my psyche! It's fair to say today is not the day to fuck with me!

I lunge towards Erin in a totally reckless manner, Steph's shoes landed a bigger critical to my psyche than I thought. First our foreheads collide in a sickening crash which benefited no one, then the rest of our bodies come together and we crash into the carpet. Our combined momentum takes us into a painful roll around in and over the remains of the Christmas tree. Once again small and devilishly sharp shards of Christmas ornaments sting and bury themselves into your pert ass and back, however this time...I experience the same. As our roll stops, we land on the carpet side by side, our chests heaving and eyes shut.

The peanut gallery is in shock, concern is etched across everyone's face and they all know decisive action is needed. Immediately Rachel grabs her phone and calls the emergency services, that collision was sickening and very dangerous - we could both be seriously injured! Monica runs over checks my pulse, then Erin's. Lexibabe grabs some spare sheets and gently wraps us in them to keep us warm. Meanwhile Rachel listens attentively to the emergency dispatcher and shouts out instructions on how best to help myself and Erin...






OMG dear reader, you actually believed the peanut gallery would do that? If so I have a bridge in Brooklyn to sell you! What really happened is that the peanut gallery literally danced with joy, at the sight of mine and Erin's unconscious bodies. The ecstatic peanuts took selfies with our unconscious bodies, some even filmed tik-toks! Eventually however Rachel emptied an ice bucket over us and brought us round. We were both groggy and wondering what the hell had just happened? Together we turned to the peanut gallery and said in unison:

"What the fuck is going on?"

Thankfully however our beloved friends were on hands. So as both myself and Erin sat upright on the carpet, Rachel says:

"Erin, did you know Kate gave your man a blowjob at my engagement party?"

I mutter to myself - "Fuck!" - As a apocalyptically pissed Erin locks eyes with me.

Yt

and on the 13fh day of Christmas.  their both still future Lexi. victims

Quote from: lexibabe on December 10, 2024, 10:28:15 PM
and on the 13fh day of Christmas.  their both still future Lexi. victims

Well for that to happen you would have to challenge us to poll fight! But this is where your courage fades....Dramatically!

Face it Lexi, you're nothing but a mouthy little slut.

Staggering back to my feet i look across the room. I can feel blood trickle down my back and as i move i realise there are still bits of ornament sticking into my back. I see you are just back on your feet too and i figure if i charge at you right away i might catch you unawares. Sadly, you had the exact same thought and we meet mid room. Foreheads meet as do bare tits, abs and thighs. The sound of flesh on flesh echos around the room and no doubt excites the watching peanuts quite a bit more than it should do. From charging forwards we come to a sudden and complete halt, then we seem to almost fly backwards, coming to rest in the detritus that was once the Christmas tree and it's ornaments.

I groan in pain, my head is throbbing something wicked and now i have more of those blasted bits of plastic digging into my back and ass. It seems ages but is prolly no more than 30secs that my eyes flicker open. Lil tweety birds circle my head, well if this was a cartoon they would be. As i lay there i manage to give a sideways glance towards you and the only pleasure i can take from this collision is that you look to be in as bad a way as me.

While this goes on the whores and sluts that are watching start screaming for us to finish each other. Mental note, add a few more names to the ones that are gonna get beat up somewhere down the line.

It's around then, as i lever myself up out of the shattered plastic that Rachel delivers the mental blow of all mental blows. Did i know Kate had been giving my then bf head at her engagement party.

Now i'm not exactly totally with it as my head is still spinning, but i heard that. "Is this true you low down dirty cxnt?" i yell, barely waiting for you to reply i stagger to my feet and launch myself at you. I claw at your face, raking my nails down and slicing into your flesh. Then i drop onto you, looking to use my entire body to flatten you back down on the carpet...(and bits of tree and ornaments...you get the picture...or if you don't go back to the start and reread it). My bare tits slam down on yours, my hands now fists look to pummel your body. Nothing controlled or scientific about this, just a wild attempt to beat you into a bloody mess.

I feel hands around my biceps as a couple of the peanuts haul me off you..."Erin, stop, you'll kill her" is all that enters my brain..."yeah...and" i hiss as i struggle to break free and go back on the attack. I always knew you couldn't be trusted and this just proves me right.

Quote from: KateA on December 11, 2024, 01:10:28 PM

Quote from: lexibabe on December 10, 2024, 10:28:15 PM
and on the 13fh day of Christmas.  their both still future Lexi. victims

Well for that to happen you would have to challenge us to poll fight! But this is where your courage fades....Dramatically!

Face it Lexi, you're nothing but a mouthy little slut.

That awkward moment when a girl thinks she is relevant and then she gets put in her place by a superior woman in front of everyone and she then realizes she is completely irrelevant.  ::)

Once again the two Queens of fcf showing why they are "The Queen's of fcf" This is not an easy decision on who to vote for.

"Argh did anyone get the number plate of that bus?" I groan, as soaking wet and with what feels like a hangover the most rambunctious of alcoholic's would be proud of, I slowly begin to come round. However while now conscious, I'm still flat out on the carpet next to you. Like you shards from broken ornaments slice and impale themselves into my pert little ass and the small of my back. Every movement, no matter how slight sends a tsunami of stings through my body.

"Ow why the fuck do I have bits of Santa stuck in my ass?" I groan, but even as the words pass my lips, a sudden glimpse of your eyes is enough to send a flood of memories back to me. My inner monologue now going at 200mph complains bitterly:

"Omg that bitch Rachel! Why the hell...did..."

But my monologue abruptly ends as an enraged Erin launches herself at me with a renewed fury and with a level of hatred that thrills and shakes the peanut gallery to their core. They coo with sheer delight as Erin digs her nails into my face! Wildly you scratch at me, your heart filled with a wicked primal rage. But the attack does not end there, you drop down on me and once again I feel painfully small shards of from broken ornaments break my skin and bury themselves into my ass and small of my back. You use the full weight of your body to immobilise me, I try to struggle but to no avail. I feel like screaming in pain, but before the cry's can form in my throat, I feel your fists pummel my body. I manage to slip free my arms and use my forearms to protect my face from your punches, but that's a'ok with you. As you begin to throw punch after punch into my breasts and stomach. In fact so enraged were you that some of your punches miss me completely and impact the carpet.

Let this be a lesson dear reader - don't mess with Erin's man!!!

The onslaught felt like it lasted 10 minutes but in reality the whole attack probably took less than one. However while the time was brief, the damage was significant in the cosmetic sense. You inflicted so many red lines on my face, some might confuse it as a map for the London Underground. Your wild punches pummelled my firm body, my breasts and stomach in particular were tested like never before. In the end tears and mascara ran down both cheeks, tiny specks of blood began to emerge from the fresh red lines on my face and my breasts and stomach were showing fresh bruises. However seasoned observers of mine and Erin's previous catfights will testify that us two both have the same problem - we don't know when to quit! Unless one of us is knocked out cold, we always keep fighting.

Suddenly however I feel you being dragged off me and that triggers me and with this anger comes my rage, my wicked primal hatred that has been cultivating for years. My relationship with Erin is a tempestuous one, one day we will be sworn blood rivals and the next we will be drinking wine together while getting our nails done. I will have Erin's back in a pub brawl one weekend and then I will be talking about her behind her back the following weekend. Erin's behaviour is equally as bad as mine, as I said earlier...there are no saints here, only sinners!. However this new rage was not at Erin, it was Rachel. I rise to me knees and with a blood curdling scream, I rage:

"Argh!...Argh...Rachel you fucking Bitch! Stay the fuck out of mine and Erin's business you fucking Cxnt!"

With gritted teeth and tears rolling down my cheeks, I punch Rachel in the face. My blow knocks the bitch onto her ass. With Rachel down my eyes lock with yours and now its my turn to lunge at you. My nails go straight for your face and I claw at you with the same poisonous rage you showed me only a minute earlier. Like you I eventually use my body to pin you to the carpet where it's my turn to pummel your body. Once again like you, my rage gets the best of me and my punches miss the mark as much as they connect.

It is at that moment a door bell rings and with no other guests expected all present fear the worst. In an uncharacteristic display of coordination our beloved friends drag me off you and help you up. Before the both of us are shoved into a cloakroom together and told to be quiet. It is at this moment face to face, we both have time to reflect on our injuries and the events that brought us to fight tonight. So while myself and Erin have a very frank discussion with each other, our friends listen to the local church choir ironically sing silent night.

Yt

Quote from: #Bridgette# on December 11, 2024, 05:43:08 PM
Once again the two Queens of fcf showing why they are "The Queen's of fcf" This is not an easy decision on who to vote for.

Erin...Oh Erin! Erin is one of the most talented and genuine members of the community. I love and adore my every interaction with her. However I'm in this catfight to win it and myself and Erin have a lot of fighting and arguing left to do. So please everyone enjoy the action, feel free to verbally spar with both me and Erin as we fight. Have fun, help us create some Christmas magic :)

Now girls altogether chant...Fight, Fight, FIGHT!!!

Looks like Kate is making something of a comeback! Huzzah for a close match!
All the best to her!

Quote from: Lauren (Tatt Cat) on December 04, 2024, 05:57:09 PM
Yeesh, I knew they shoulda done more testing before they released this new rare breed of mistletoe to the public. Instead of kissing under it, we get this ... scratching face instead of sucking face.  ;)

Guess it's back to the greenhouse for more experiments ... On second thought, nah. Let's leave it just the way it is. Maybe start a whole new Christmas tradition. Primal catfights under the mistletoe.

Kate and Erin make great crash test dummies, don'tcha think?

Seriously, awesome start to what I know is gonna be yet one more epic badass adventure between you two!!!  :-*

I love this new holiday tradition, it goes hand in hand with my Girl Fight Club thoughts.  Imagine, going up to someone's home, a woman you don't especially like, knowing the she doesn't care for you either, and as she opens the door, you dangle the new rare breed of mistletoe over her head, see her eyes open wide with recognition, and then the furious action that ensues as you lunge at each other scratching, slapping and yanking out each others hair.  Priceless!

Quote from: #Bridgette# on December 11, 2024, 05:43:08 PM
Once again the two Queens of fcf showing why they are "The Queen's of fcf" This is not an easy decision on who to vote for.

For once I actually agree with Bridgette. Hopefully hell doesn't freeze over as that's where I wanna send her!

Pounding on you like i'm tenderising a joint of meat and to me, at this moment, that is exactly what you are, nothing more, nothing less, just a joint of meat. My fun is spoilt however when i'm grabbed by the biceps and hauled off you, i squirm and kick out with my legs but i'm held tightly. "I swear, i'll beat up each and everyone of you if you don't LET ME GO!!!" There is no lessening of the hold these bitches have me in however so i guess that threat didn't work, maybe they enjoy a good fight as much as i do?

In my struggle to free myself i fail to notice that you are back on your feet. You look a bit worse for wear but not nearly as bad as i intend to make you look. You literally throw yourself at me, or at least that's what i assumed. We all know assumption is the mother of disaster, but in this case it's not me who is the object of your rage, it's Rachel. Now i assume...(oh crap, there's that assumption thing again) that Rachel was one of the bitches holding my arms cos suddenly i find myself free. I'm fascinated by what is going to happen next and happen it does as you drive your fist into Rachels face sending her flying backwards on to the floor looking for all the world like she's out for the count.

Your rage continues as you scream at her to stay out of our business (You said it a bit more forcefully than that but i'm far too ladylike to repeat your exact words...yeah right )

You turn your anger back on me, taking me down onto the carpet and pressing your hips down on mine you start to claw and throw punches. I wriggle n squirm under you as i try to land a few shots of my own but with you in top position i'm hardly able to land a decent blow.

Then, the doorbell chimes saving me from any further punishment as you are dragged off me and i am dragged to my feet. We are roughly shoved into the cloakroom and told to stay quiet, like you and me in a confined space are gonna stay quiet.

I wipe my hand over my face and see streaks of blood from where your claws have left their marks. I'm sore, bruised and acheing all over but for some perverse reason i enjoy fighting with you, probably cos you give as good as you get.

So we stand there face to face, i've no desire to headbutt you, that lump on my forehead wouldn't like that. We strain to hear what is happening outside and who is at the door but the conversation is muffled, so we turn our attention to each other.

"Is it true you gave my then bf a blowjob bitch?" i hiss, you don't need to answer i can see by the look in your eyes that you did. What you don't know is that your then bf has been screwing me, well truth be told it's been me screwing him but either works, for a good 6 months. I deliberately stalked him, teased him and chatted him up till there was no way he could resist me. But you have yet to discover this. Discover it you will though as i look to hurt you mentally just as much as physically.

The cloakroom is small and we are literally pressed together, our eyes locked together, hatred pouring from them. I reach for your throat just as you reach for mine. We both attempt to stay quiet but it's difficult as our fingers tighten around our respective windpipes. We squeeze, nails dig into flesh, eyes widen, knees wobble, then i thrust my right thigh between your spread thighs and force it up against your naked mound. Physically, mentally and sexually, i intend to destroy you in each and anyway i can. I start to rub my thigh over your kitty. I'm feeling light headed as i'm slowly throttled as i'm sure you are but let's see if you can resist me sexually and keep up your pressure on my throat.

"Alone at last Erin" I say with a cool calmness to my voice that conceals my true emotions. As if truth be told, I'm scared right now. Oh not of Erin, I'm scared of the moment - this moment now is more intense, more personal. I really don't know what the hell myself and Erin have planned for each other but we're going to test each other for sure. As at long last it's now finally time for me and Erin to put our cards on the table and confront each other, no more lies, no more plots...just us and the cold hard truth of our relationship. Neither of us are nice girls, we're both sinners, we're both cheater's, we're both catfighter's. A cursory glance at our dating history shows a pattern of bad behaviour towards each other. Simply put we both enjoy the hunt far, far more than the relationship. I steal from Erin and Erin steals from me.

But enough about the past, well for now! Now in the darkness of this cloakroom myself and Erin are face to face. It's too dark for me to see Erin, but I feel the warmth of her breath on my cheeks. The heat and moisture of her breath radiates the marks on my face and every one of those claw marks stings with renewed venom. I also feel the heat that radiates from her body but what really gives me the chills, is her eyes. Erin's beautiful eyes have this almost demonic quality to them at this moment, it's just so strange. It feels as if me and Erin have locked eyes like this before and yes we have. But the sense I'm getting is that we've done this before in a past life...it's so odd and yet this feeling is intoxicating! It feels as if Erin has set my soul ablaze with passion, hatred and even love. But then the silence is broken...

"Is it true you gave my then bf a blowjob bitch?" You hiss.

"He just looked so sad Erin! I believe he said getting a blowjob from you was like slapping his cock into a bowl of cold noodles. So yes, I took pity on him...Bitch!" I hiss back

But even before that last word can leave my mouth, we both instinctively step into each other. Our hardened nipples press together and the tips of our noses touch. A hand of yours begins to grasp at my throat and my hand grasps yours in return. We both scratch and dig our nails into each other's throat's just prior to that moment when we both begin to squeeze. Yet the amount of pressure we place on each other's windpipes is just a tease. The real game only begins when you slide your thigh between my legs. I sigh with pleasure as your thigh caresses my kitty and instinctively I just dive towards your mouth with my lips and ensnare your top lip between my own. I kiss you passionately as I begin to devour your lipstick, yet I pepper our kiss with moments of catty and provocative bites to your lip. And of course while we kiss, my own thigh slips between your legs and I begin to rub my silky, yet deliciously firm thigh against your own puss.

With these first shots fired, myself and Erin begin to fight a new.

Yt

Quote from: Jazbon102 on December 13, 2024, 05:30:55 PM
I voted against Erin lee but she's ahead still.
But hopefully she will be getting her blonde ass beat soon enough.

I look forward to that.

That makes two of us. I just voted for Kate. Wipe the floor with the bitch Kate!

To Vickycatz and Jazbon102

I just wanted to thank you two for the support :)

Xoxo
Kate

To the FcF Community as a whole,

I just wanted to thank the whole community for embracing this poll :) It is super exciting to see that currently there are only 4 votes separating myself and Erin. Personally I believe this is what poll fighting should be, nip and tuck, all the play for. Polls like this inspire me and excite me and I'm sure Erin feels the same.

So everyone let's keep having fun all the way to the end :)

Xoxo
Kate

sexy idea and great fight ladies!

Things have taken a not totally unexpected twist as we go from wanting to physically destroy each other to now looking to sexually dominate the other. And where did this come from you may well ask, there had been no sign of this happening in our encounters so far. I can only speak for myself but being told that this slut had given my bf a blowjob flipped a switch in my mind. By all reason you'd think i would want to spark the bitch clean out, but no, somewhere in the twisted alleys and byways of my warped mind i decided that i would get revenge by sexually taking the slut. Now all these thoughts have happened quite quickly and being forced together in a narrow cloakroom only accelerated the thoughts. Now don't get me wrong, i still intend to beat her up or get beat up trying.

And so, with erect nipples we stand in the dark cloakroom, our bodies bruised and sore from the fight that got so rudely interrupted by that blasted door bell. Now though my eyes have narrowed and after a brief attempt at throttling the life out of you, the same as you are trying to do to me, i put my somewhat devious plan into action.

My right thigh brushes over your naked kitty, then presses harder, i can feel your lips run along my thigh. " I'm going to take you bitch" i hiss as my hands leave your throat and start to massage both your firm breasts. Seems i am not the only one in the cloakroom with devious ideas, i gasp just a lil as your thigh rubs up against my kitty. My right hand leaves your breast and goes around your body to take hold of your left butt cheek. My nails dig into your somewhat pliant flesh and i use this to pull our hips tightly together.

You meanwhile have latched on to my top lip, alternately sucking it into your mouth and then nibbling on it. I give a fierce upwards thrust with my hips, driving them as hard as i can into yours. My hand now slides off your butt cheek and round onto the top of your left thigh. "I'm going to take you slut" i hissss as after stroking the smooth flesh of your thigh my hand slides between us and my fingers start to explore your kitty. My thigh now no longer needed to encourage you in this sexual battle, cos a battle it surely is, now slides up the outside of your right thigh and hooks around the back of your calf.

"Let's see what your made of bitch" i hiss, praying no-one decides to open the cloakroom door but to be honest, if they do, they'll get a surprise and i don't give a damn, this slut is going down!

You two are putting on such an amazing cyberfight, this poll is going so well because of you two!! Im looking foward more from you two, all the way to the brutal and vicious end!!

Let's go Erin!

Oh my goodness, 1 vote difference at this moment. What an incredible comeback. Well done!
Come on, Kate! You've got this!

Come on Erin! Beat the shit out of her!!

My eggnog cup is empty and I just licked my fingertip to spear the very last crumb of Christmas cookie from the plate. But there is no way I'm leaving my chair to get more from the kitchen. I don't want to miss one single second of action of this epic amazing fight!  :-*  ;)

Well my dear reader, this is new!

After so many stimulating catfights, tenacious bar room brawls and the shameful ruination of many social events. It's finally come down to a battle of sexual prowess, honestly I'm not surprised. I can see it in Erin's eyes - she wants me, she needs me, she yearns for me. Well I can't blame her, I am outrageously sexy! In fact it was only last Christmas when over dinner with mutual friends, I felt Erin's stocking covered feet stretch forward towards my own feet and ankles. Erin rubbed her stockings so hard against mine, we both had ladders in them by the time our meal was over. Erin can be such a naughty girl when she wants.

So alone in the dark, in a confined space no less. It's no surprise Erin makes a pass at me. She can try to cloak her sexual desires with the excuse of competition. But we both know that's a lie! Don't we Erin? You just want me to dominate your clit with my own, don't you? You tremble with desire at the thought of my tongue skilfully navigating past your labia and delivering my warm saliva to your delicate and delicious little nub, don't you? Your body buzzes with sexual tension at the thought of my tongue with all its perfectly placed imperfections delivering the most exquisite balance of texture-full and silky smooth strokes to your precious nub, as I tenderly massage my saliva into you nub, don't you Erin? As for my fingers...Mmm my silky smooth fingers will probe every inch of your womanhood, while my warm breath teases you on a level you've never experienced. You lust for this, don't you Erin?

Still as our hardened nipples press together and our firm breasts begin to mushroom, we both work our thighs into each other's naked kitty. You Hiss provocatively at me:

"I'm going to take you bitch"

I hiss back:

"Mmm in your dreams you dirty little slut!"

It's a that moment your hands leave my throat and begin to massage by firm breasts, I sigh with pleasure and gently press my forehead against yours. While my own hands naturally slide down to your breasts. We knead each other's firm flesh between our fingers, I can't help but lick my lips in anticipation of things to cum. Your right hand then leaves my breast and slowly glides along my body to my left buttock. You dig in your nails and I twitch in pain and admittedly excitement. I begin to moan softly as you pull our hips together. We both enjoy the moment before you thrust your hips into mine. I welcome your attack and press down hard with a sudden movement of my own. We pause and enjoy this moment before your hand gracefully slides from my butt to my thigh and as you caress it, you hiss:

"I'm going to take you slut"

I hiss back:

"Please you will be putty in my hands Erin! You're gonna be mine bitch!"

We smirk at each other excitedly before your hands and legs move in parallel. As your hand slides up my thigh and your fingers slide into my welcoming pussy, your thigh with its job now complete hooks itself around the back of my right calf. I begin to moan in pleasure at your fingers begin to fuck me. It's at this moment you smugly hiss:

"Let's see what your made of bitch"

I whisper to you softly:

"How about I show you my lustful slut?"

With a smirk I remove my right hand from your breast and slowly place my index and middle fingers into my mouth. I coat them in warm saliva before I place them onto your right breast, before I tenderly and slowly trace them down your body and insert them into your wanting and hungry kitty. The movement and rhythm of my fingers matches perfectly with your own. But that's not all, as my left hand cups your right breast and I lift it up towards my mouth, while I lower my head. You know what's coming and you brace for this attack of sheer pleasure. As my warm wet mouth connects with your breast and I begin to suckle on you.

With my mouth on your nipple and my fingers in your puss, I begin to stimulate thoughts and feelings towards me you've denied for years. As for myself, my puss gyrates and moves in rhythm to your fingers. I won't deny that I'm enjoying this and that I want to cum, but we both know it's going to take a little work before either of us erupts with sweet nectar. Yet, I begin to bite my bottom lip...as I fear my moans and those from you will soon alert our friends to this shocking turn of events. While from my own puss you begin to feel my warm sweet nectar is beginning to flow, only in small quantities...but I can't deny. I'm wet for you Erin.

Yt

You two are so hot normally I can chose my favourite but you two are sooo evenly matched

Don't be too gentle with this fuck fight, pull some hair in this nasty fuck fight I am sure you two like it rough.

Quote from: Kate69 on December 14, 2024, 08:41:32 PM
Don't be too gentle with this fuck fight, pull some hair in this nasty fuck fight I am sure you two like it rough.

Guilty as charged :)

C'mon Erin. You can take this bimbo in a catfight OR a sexfight!

Erin, turn it back into a catfight, or at least a rough sexfight!  Kate is just a fucking bi-slut, don't let her get you!

Wow what an amazing cybeefight you two are having, unbelievably amazing!!

this has been a terrific poll, great matchup ladies

Quote from: lexibabe on December 15, 2024, 02:36:45 PM
this has been a terrific poll, great matchup ladies

Thanks Lexi, I'm blessed to have such a terrific frenemy in Erin :)

Anyway all together now bitches...it's time to chant:

"Fight...FIGHT...FIGHT!!!"

Quote from: KateA on December 14, 2024, 09:49:22 PM

Quote from: Kate69 on December 14, 2024, 08:41:32 PM
Don't be too gentle with this fuck fight, pull some hair in this nasty fuck fight I am sure you two like it rough.

Guilty as charged :)

How can't you be guilty another Kate, rip her hair make her scream

What an epic battle I want both of these ladies

As I chant


Fight


FIGHT



FIGHT

Quote from: Kate69 on December 15, 2024, 03:31:29 PM

Quote from: KateA on December 14, 2024, 09:49:22 PM

Quote from: Kate69 on December 14, 2024, 08:41:32 PM
Don't be too gentle with this fuck fight, pull some hair in this nasty fuck fight I am sure you two like it rough.

Guilty as charged :)

How can't you be guilty another Kate, rip her hair make her scream

Too many Kates around here

This heighten at a pace, we go from trying to maim each other to sexually assaulting each other. It is said there isn't much between love and hate, do i love this bitch, do i hell, my one and only goal has been to destroy her ever since we first crossed paths. At the risk of repeating myself (again) i'm always willing to use all my assets to get a job done and if that means taking this tramp sexually then so be it, i'll do that too.

So there we are, locked almost literally together. My fingers buried deep in your kitty and your fingers deep in mine. We thrust, we twist, we excite. Both our swollen clits get worked on. Your warm wet lips attach to my right nipple, your tongue slaps it side to side and yes, that moan you heard was coming from me. I am in severe danger of being taken by this mouthy bitch. It's just then i hear the front door close and i admit to some sense of relief. While this may not be the last of our sexual fight, it certainly will be for now.

"Come to my room after we finish here bitch, somewhere we won't get disturbed" i whisper breathlessly. Then, as you head is lowered i ease my fingers from your kitty and wrap my arm around the back of your neck, locking in a strong headlock. I can't help myself, with your head lowered i slam myself back against the wall with the intention of driving the top of your head into said wall, just in time too as the door slowly opens and Rachel peers in.

"You girls still breathing?" she says laughing.

"Just about" i hiss as i release the headlock and grab your hair, towing you out of the cloakroom back into the middle of the lounge. The girls there have not lost their lust for the fight, especially as we are both naked apart from our suspender belts and torn stockings.

We are both flushed, they likely think its from fighting and to a certain extent it is, but that, as only we know isn't the half of it.

I'm weakened, that sexual encounter took quite a bit out of me, but i'm quickly getting focused back on what i really want, and that's to beat you up in front of all our so called friends and neighbours. I turn to face you, we are both breathing hard and truth be told both look like sh@t

"Ready to go again skank?" i hiss as i aim a nasty right hand slap at your cheek

Quote from: Erin Lee on December 15, 2024, 06:51:48 PM

Quote from: Kate69 on December 15, 2024, 03:31:29 PM

Quote from: KateA on December 14, 2024, 09:49:22 PM

Quote from: Kate69 on December 14, 2024, 08:41:32 PM
Don't be too gentle with this fuck fight, pull some hair in this nasty fuck fight I am sure you two like it rough.

Guilty as charged :)

How can't you be guilty another Kate, rip her hair make her scream

Too many Kates around here

It's a Katetastrophe for Erin  ;D

Is it just me or does anyone else feel like once these two finally sort out who the alpha is between them they will end up being a couple here. A power couple at that  :P You two are making me squirm and well tbh do things to myself, very private naughty things!

Quote from: #Bridgette# on December 16, 2024, 12:15:48 AM
Is it just me or does anyone else feel like once these two finally sort out who the alpha is between them they will end up being a couple here. A power couple at that  :P You two are making me squirm and well tbh do things to myself, very private naughty things!

Lol I'm going to let Erin answer this...

Ok, hear me out my dear readers. So did I know that me and Erin were going to catfight tonight and destroy Rachel's Christmas tree in process? Hell yes, me and Erin have been arguing for weeks. Our friends what's app group chat is a disaster zone, real carnage. However there is also no doubt certain friends were spreading the odd lie and rumour about me and Erin - I'm looking at you my dear, the owner of the now infamous ugly shoes.

Anyway back here in the cloakroom things between myself and Erin were heating up rapidly. With our fingers mutually teasing and let's not mince words - fucking each other's pussy, both me and Erin were fighting to control the relentless waves of sexual energy that threatened to drown us with orgasmic pleasure. This thought sickens me and I'm sure Erin is equally repulsed by the idea that we would, that we could be made to cum for each other?

However with my warm mouth and my wet tongue suckling on and teasing Erin's erect nipple, I had a slight advantage. Then just like that the front door closed and my advantage was over. With my face red from a combination of Erin's slaps, punches and admittedly her skilful fingers. I slowly release Erin's nipple from my mouth, making sure a satisfying *Puck* sound that shatters the silence of the cloakroom. I raise my head and lock eyes with Erin, we look at each other with eyes we've never shown each other before and then you surprise me:

"Come to my room after we finish here bitch, somewhere we won't get disturbed" you whisper into my ear.

Short on breath I move my head towards your left ear, my warm breath teases you before my tongue licks you earlobe and I whisper:

"Why Erin...you little slut! I would be delighted!"

Then playfully I nibble your earlobe, before both of us slowly remove our fingers from each other's puss, making sure we give each other a final surge of sexual delight as we exit each other. As your fingers slide out of me for the last time, my legs turn to jelly and I squat down and rub my puss with my hands. It's at that moment you wrap your arms around my head and place me in a headlock. Immediately I tense up and position my hands to struggle with you, however as the cloakroom door opens you release your headlock and instead grab hold of some hair.

With my head stinging, I snarl:

"Fucking bitch"

You ignore my words and instead throw me into the middle of the lounge. I stagger on my feet but remain standing. You hiss at me:

"Ready to go again skank?"

But before I can answer you slap my face with your right hand, my cheek immediately lights up like a red fairy light on a Christmas tree. However as to be expected I immediately deliver a vicious stinging slap of my own to your right cheek. With slaps exchanged we stand tall, we stand firm and we stand strong!

We glare into each other's eyes and then all hell breaks loose. I kick you squarely between your legs! Considering are activities in the cloakroom, this low blow takes on additional significance. You double over in pain and I grab you by your hair and hurl you onto the sofa and literally throw my body at yours. Our legs tangle and my hands grab and pull on your hair with renewed vigour. As we struggle I snarl:

"I'm going to rip your hair out you dirty bitch!"

Yt

Back in the middle of the room and with the satisfaction of delivering a real vicious slap to your face, i'm getting set to finish you off, the only flaw in my plan is that you aren't reading from the same script. No sooner do i slap you then you return the favour and my face gets spun round to the left. Sweat sprays off my face and hair and twinkles in the somewhat weird lighting Rachel has in this room.
I growl in anger as i slowly swivel my face back towards you, but the anger quickly turns to a look of anguish as your bare foot slams into my kitty.

"Oh you f@cking whore" i cry out, my hands very quickly going to cover my throbbing kitty, my knees sag, i'm on my way to the floor, only suddenly, i'm not. You are quick to take advantage of the situation you just concocted and you go for my hair.  I'm almost dragged off my feet as you throw me bodily onto a sofa. I land in a cloud of dust, testament to Rachels woeful cleaning regime.
You spring after me and your body lands flush on me, driving me deeper into the soft sofa cushions.

I'm still in pain from the kick to my kitty but now i have a sore scalp to add to the pain list. You sit up, your legs straddle me, your tight ass presses down onto my hips. You then go for my hair again, yanking my head up off the sofa and threatening to bald me.

You shuffle your butt higher up my body till your thighs are either side of my face, pressing against my cheeks. I see the sneer on your face as you peer down at me, i know what you are thinking as you try to force my nose and mouth up towards your pussy. You are thinking how humiliating it'll be for me to be smothered out by your mound in front of our so called friends and neighbours. Your butt flattens my tits and your thighs tighten against my face stopping me from turning my head to the side. I can now smell your scent, almost taste it which i'm sure you would enjoy.
"Go on Kate, make the bitch eat you out", truth be told i don't know who shouted this, likely Monica but it could be any of the sluts and whores who are watching gleefully.

With my head trapped and my arms pinned under your legs i have lil room for manouver but i do still have my legs. I look to thrust them up one at a time, trying to drive my knees into your back. This though just rocks you forward and grinds your kitty down towards my face.

In desperation i then thrust my left foot against the back of the sofa and with all the strength i have left i push...hard, hoping to unbalance you and send you toppling onto the floor.

To are beloved FriendsTo the beloved members of the peanut gallery :)

As a Christmas bonus, please enjoy below a song dedicated with love to you all from myself and Erin xx

https://suno.com/song/99b2c3aa-40d0-4532-b467-3d7fa4a718c3

And stay tuned for my hopefully awesome response to Erin later today :)

Oh and as always...remember to chant: Fight, FIGHT, FIGHT!!!

Xoxo
Kate

You two drive me wild, you have me lusting for both if you

Kate that bitch clearly liked you working her vag don't give her vag any mercy and slap the bitch

From a fellow brunette mount that blonde Kate

Quote from: Kate69 on December 17, 2024, 07:52:38 PM
Kate that bitch clearly liked you working her vag don't give her vag any mercy and slap the bitch

C'mon Erin don't let that bitch do that to you, get the bitch.

Looking Kate69 over wanting to bitch slap her for cheering the other skanky Kate on

I would like to say that our friends were shocked and appalled when I kicked Erin squarely in her pussy. However quite the contrary, they howled with delight and displayed signs of actual pleasure over the immense pain Erin now felt. Yes it was a dirty blow, a low blow for sure. But as Erin would no doubt agree - Bitch, there are no rules in a catfight? Which is basically the only rule I live by and so does Erin. However if I may circle back to our friends reaction to my low blow, I do believe Steph deserves a special mention. As Steph omg, I can't believe she did this...Steph was so excited she did a cartwheel across the living room after cheering me on. Steph then filmed a short Tik-tok where Steph absolutely trashed my reputation and accused me of fighting dirty, while she literally canonised Erin -  The Bitch!

So yes, another vintage display of duplicity from my old friend Steph and that of the peanut gallery as a whole. However with my hands in Erin's hair I dragged the witch and threw her onto the sofa and then I threw myself on top of her. With hindsight my action in throwing myself on Erin was utterly reckless and could have very easily turned out bad for me, but luck it seems was on my side. After a mutual trashing of legs, my hands reacquainted themselves with Erin's hair and I used her hair to help slide myself into a better position. I got so high up Erin's body in fact, her head was between my thighs and I could feel her warm and excited breath on my kitty. In fact I would say Erin was heavy breathing like a virgin in a brothel! Yes she was that excited by the thought of finally eating me. Oh and Steph - you may quote me on that when you film your next Tik-tok, where you will no doubt trash Erin.

So with Erin's smooth and silky cheeks pressing against my thighs, I felt pretty good. Oh that reminds me, I must ask Erin what moisturiser she uses? Her cheeks really were silky smooth. Anyway back to the catfight - So as my pert and honestly perfect ass crushed Erin's breasts, I thought about going for a smother. However knowing Erin as I do, I was 50/50 on whether or not she would bite my Kitty. This moment of indecision proved costly! And it was at this moment a rather unremarkable and cookie cutter blonde opened her big mouth and shouted:

"Go on Kate, make the bitch eat you out"

Now honestly my dear readers, the thought of actually following the unremarkable ones command made me feel sick to my stomach - in other words more indecision. So it was now when Erin made her move. Erin using her left leg for leverage, dug it into the sofa and pushed. The physics of this situation were against me and against Erin. As when I tumbled off the sofa, Erin was dragged along with me by her hair. We hit the carpet with a *Thud* and then we wildly rolled and trashed together. It was honestly a fucking mess - we were biting each other's arms, pulling each other's hair, raking our nails down each other's backs and mauling each other's breasts - it was chaos! Oh and yes, the peanut gallery was delighted by our mutual acts of savagery. And our language towards each other was spectacular, Lexibabe was heard as saying:

"Omg watching these two bitches argue is like watching tennis. Back and forth, back and forth - you can tell they both grew up in the gutter. The new money trash!"

(Yes, Dear Readers - Lexibabe is a snob and a bitch!)

Still here comes the fun part, with us both exhausting the English language many times over...we actually started to make up new insults to hurl at each other :o

I called Erin a "Borrowbitch"

Definition: A woman who only goes after what doesn't belong to her, especially someone else's man.

Meanwhile Erin called me:

"Slagweasel"

Definition: A deceitful, conniving woman who slithers her way into a relationship and takes pride in her trashy betrayal.

Only time will tell if these new terms catch on?

However as we both inched closer into sliding into a catball two things happened:

One: Rachel kicked off her heels, hiked up her skirt and unhooked her black silk stockings and slowly began slipping out of them - Why remains to be seen.

Two: I thrust my right hand between Erin's thighs and dug my nails deep into her labia, I pinched, clawed and twisted it mercilessly. Before finally I began hunting down Erin's clit.

In the world of catfighting I basically declared nuclear war on Erin, the fucking whore! Now Erin will probably retaliate in kind - so MAD doctrine would seem to apply? Oh and for the uneducated peanuts MAD stands for Mutually Assured Destruction. So yes, Erin screamed in pain, but honestly both of us had done a lot of that after rolling off the sofa. But as I looked in Erin's eyes, all I knew was that in a few seconds I would be in utter agony as Erin enacts her furious vengeance...

As for our friends, they were euphoric. As if me and Erin were to eliminate each other from the dating scene...Lexi, Steph, Rachel and even the unremarkable one might actually be able to score a date!

Yt

I voted (and if you recall which old mods' schtick I borrowed for that, bonus )

Quote from: KateA on December 17, 2024, 06:02:36 PM
To are beloved FriendsTo the beloved members of the peanut gallery :)

As a Christmas bonus, please enjoy below a song dedicated with love to you all from myself and Erin xx

https://suno.com/song/99b2c3aa-40d0-4532-b467-3d7fa4a718c3

And stay tuned for my hopefully awesome response to Erin later today :)

Oh and as always...remember to chant: Fight, FIGHT, FIGHT!!!

Xoxo
Kate

This link under went a slight technical glitch, so I've recreated the song here.

https://suno.com/song/736e0110-c058-4822-aaf0-0829113c99a4

Xoxo
Kate

I kinda expected, as i forced you off me and the sofa, that you would drag me down with you. I think by now my scalp must be in a right state, gonna need a Santa hat to hide all the bald patches, you are more than handy when it comes to ripping out hair, i wonder what you are like with feathers? I'd hate to be a Turkey in your house come Thanksgiving or Christmas.

Now and then some of the shouts from the assembled penetrate my subconscious but as the remarks are from bitches who couldn't fight there combined way out of a wet paper bag they hardly matter. So as we scramble around on the floor, scratching, biting, clawing i catch a glimpse of Rachel devesting herself of of her shoes and stockings...surely that bitch doesn't think she can fight? Does she intend to join in? or is she waiting to take down the winner, nah, more likely she'll try to fight the loser. Almost worth losing to get my claws into her...i did say ALMOST!

While i am a lil distracted you have your claws firmly attached to my naked tits which were already battered and sore from you sitting on them. I groan in pain, "Get your dirty mits off my tits you whore" i gasp. Course, knowing you, you won't be minded to comply with my request except that you do which surprises me. What happens next however doesn't, you go straight back for my kitty.
Bitch sure has the hots for my puss but there is nothing friendly about your activities down there.

You claw, squeeze and twist, your nails dig into my flesh and i writhe in pain, unable to articulate what i am trying to say it comes out as a howl of anguish. Once again you mount me, once again i'm forced to look up at the underside of your tits, this time though you make no attempt to pin my arms.

With one arm behind your back still making merry with my kitty and now my clit i'm forced to grit my teeth to prevent myself from begging you to stop. I did however promise myself that the only way i'd lose to you is if you sparked me out. Still fighting the tears i reach up with both hands and latch them around your tits, i start to dig my nails in around your nipples and just as you are doing to my clit i squeeze, twist and stretch out those hard nubs. I do however see an opportunity to put you back on the defensive, a position i've been occupying for far too long. I remove my right hand from your left tit, straighten my fingers and thrust them up between your tits into your throat.

This is making me desire you both more and more as the fight rages.

Enjoying watching the spectacle unfolding in front of me I casually take my phone out and notice it's looking for Bluetooth devices :)

I look around and spy the speakers that Rachel has, cheap obviously, but they're doing a good job....i pair my phone and select a track.

https://suno.com/song/70660817-5e50-4a64-bde5-9d7b38ce9727

Our beloved friends were beside themselves, the sight of me and Erin cruelly tearing each other apart is more they could of ever wished for this Christmas. In fact...Santa! What the Hell! Every woman in this woman has a naughty list the mile long and you give the peanuts the gift of me and Erin tearing each other apart? Santa you need to give the elf's in charge of admin a good fucking slap for that cock up!

Anyway enough with the peanuts; it's me and Erin where the action is and oh what action it is! With my right hand between Erin's thighs my claws make merry with Erin's pussy, well her labia and clit to be precise. I claw, pull, twist and pinch every inch of her most sensitive flesh and fuck does the look of pain in her face make me smile. However ever since I went nuclear, Erin's retaliation was only a matter of time. I steeled myself in readiness, however how can any woman - even a bitch like me ever be ready for having both her breasts mauled? The answer is clearly I was not. My face turns red, tears and mascara begin to mix with beads of sweat that slide down my face.

"Erin...you fucking whore! I fucking ha...." I screech in pain...however...

My rant was cut off mid sentence as Erin thrust her nails into my throat like a knife. It's affect was instant and my hand immediately let go of Erin's clit and I fell to my side, clutching my throat and coughing wildly.

Yt

I've been mauled, not beat up, not sparked out....mauled. I'm in pain, the sort of pain you get if you burn yourself. Only i didn't burn myself, this pain, this eye watering pain that eminates from my crotch has been caused by this evil bitch that i'm in a fight with. She's clawed me, punched me, slapped me, attacked my tits and face, she's even threatened to smother me with a facesit. She's gone for my kitty at every chance she's got. I'm starting to think the bitch doesn't like me, mind you, i don't much like her truth be told so she shouldn't have been either surprised or shocked at my straight fingered jab to her throat.
Now i'm sure there will be a name for that in Karate but i've never set foot in a dojo in my life so you martial artists will have to excuse me for not using a more technical term, jab to the throat works for me.

It worked too, your fingers exited my kitty with the speed of a rat being chased by a whole flock of terriers and you toppled off yours truely onto your side, coughing and spluttering like a broken exhaust. I'd like to say i could take this opportunity to pounce on you and finish you off but i'm kinda in trouble myself. The pain in my crotch didn't leave with your fingers. It's not getting any worse, but then its quite bad enough as it is. I've got a side eye on Rachel, wouldn't put it past that bitch to take advantage of the situation and pounce on one or both of us right now.

I slowly, painfully crawl onto my knees and sit back on my heels looking at you. Pain is etched all over my face along with multiple red tram lines your nails have carved in it. A gutteral growl comes from deep in my abdomen and as you roll around holding your throat i look to try and use this opportunity to my advantage. Now it's been a few minutes, or at least it seems that way, since i got you off me but it has taken that time for me to get some feeling in my legs and some numbness in the kitty region. How many times do i have to say it...I'M IN PAIN.

You do seem rather preoccupied with your throat though so i shuffle...yeah shuffle, not crawl, now run or sprint, shuffle up behind you and snap my left arm round across your throat, then, using the crook of my right elbow i lock in a figure four choke hold....yeah ok, i'm no martial artist but i do indulge in a bit of wrestling from time to time. Then i look to lean back and drag you back so that my eager thighs can wrap around your waist. Bit on the painful side to squeeze you but i grit my teeth and set my thigh muscles to work on your lithe body.

Now i really dunno if i can finish this fight like this but i'm darn sure i can weaken you as i tigfhten my left forearm across your throat. "Does that hurt, bitch?" i taunt as i make a bit of a sawing movement with my arm trying to work on the area my fingers attacked earlier.

I see Rachel edging closer and i glance up at her..."If you know what's good for you bitch, stay well away"

Hmm this is new dear reader!!!

The peanut galley has all of a sudden gone deadly silent, they look at me with genuine concern. Oh my god, have you learnt nothing reading this tale? The peanut galley isn't really concerned about me, they look at me with concern because it is just possible Erin is bringing this catfight to an end? Now before people start penning my obituary, let me say this:

There is no fucking way I'm losing to that two-faced man stealing, stranger blow jobbing, raging whore Erin!!!

So where were we? Are yes! My breasts, my breasts that are the perfect size. The size that is just perfect for any boyfriend or husband's hands to massage and feast from. My nipples are hard and taught and I'm told utterly delicious! Well that bitch Erin just mauled them with her nails. This is a very different kind of pain to that which Erin felt when I mauled her pussy, however pain is pain and damage is damage. My breasts look  like a toddler has gone wild with a red crayon on them. The pain is eye-watering and utterly excruciating!  However that thrust to my throat was a real "Fuck you bitch" moment and I fell to the floor quicker than Steph getting onto her knees to BJ a stranger - which for those of us who know Steph is insanely fast. I lay on my side coughing like a 70 year old with a 60 a day smoking habit. I wanted to screech my threats of wicked vengeance to Erin, however all I could do was:

"Khhuhh—hahhh—hhrrgh!"

So here I was, coughing up my guts...when like a snake, a particularly poisonous viper. Erin shuffled on over and slipped a forearm across my throat and wrapped her legs around my waist. Being ensnared by Erin's legs, honestly I've had dreams of this moment...but never like this ;) Actually Erin's legs are legendary in these parts, once she has them wrapped around someone else's boyfriend or husband, you need a platoon of marines to part them. So yes, I'm in trouble, a lot of fucking trouble!

However with my arms free, I do have options...and Lexibabe was the first to guess it! Lexi rolls her eyes and says:

"It's Mark of Kate time!!! Only Kate is so lame to name her scratch to the face "The Mark of Kate" Oooo Scary!"

*Mental Note: Must slap Lexibabe later and introduce her to "The Mark of Kate"*

Still my arms stretch out and my nails locate your cheeks and dig deep and I claw, I claw as if I was mining for gold and the ear drum shattering screams I hear in my ears tell me I hit the motherlode. Then I stop suddenly and using sense of touch alone, I locate your eyes. My nails hang over them like the sword of Damocles. This gets your attention and your forearm loosens just enough for me to say a few things:

" Khhuhh—hahhh—hhrrgh....Erin you fucking bitch, release me now or so help me my nails are going for your eyes. You know I will do it bitch! You have 5 seconds - 5...4...3...2...

Yt

Finally myself and Erin are in the home stretch and it's neck and neck...or should that be claw for claw?

Either way thanks to everyone whose voted :)

Wait you haven't voted yet? I like your style :) However time is running out, so whether it's for me or Erin please vote.

Finally once again I on behalf of myself and Erin thank the community for embracing this poll and making it so exciting. Rest assured me and Erin will do our best to bring proceedings to an end in spectacular fashion...so no pressure, right Erin?

Merry Christmas FcF

Xoxo
Kate

You are both two cheap whores I would so enjoy beating up and leaving to the crowd.

Don't hold back, I dare you both to go clit to clit as you rip hair, claw, bite.

I see Battlestud watching on and notice he desires you two skanks.  As I stroke his body including his crotch with my acrylic nails.

I whisper in his ear these two bitches won't be fit for any man.

I laugh at KateA's posts on your  profile Stud, she knows Erin is the better woman.

Loving this hot battle torn mentally who I desire the most, then I blush and another Kate with a lot of attitude caresses me as I already desire fantasize about Erin and KateA.

As i sit behind your back with my left arm around your throat and my legs snugly squeezing your waist i can't help but feel like i have this fight under control at last. Sadly no one let you in on these thoughts as you manage to raise your arms and start to claw at my face. I made a rookie error of being too close to you and with the scissors i have you held in my head is slightly higher than yours, offering you possibly the only way you could force me to let you go. I cry out in pain as your nails rake my face but even though i now have trickles of blood on my face i remain determined to finish you right here and now.

Then you make a blood curdling threat. Your nails hover in front of my eyes and as my hold on your throat slackens just a lil your hoarse voice tells me i have 5 seconds to release you or loose my eyesight. Thoughts flash through my mind, are you that crazy you'd deliberately try to blind someone no matter how much you hate them? You know, i think you just might be so i do as you demand, however, if you think i'm gonna go all meek and mild and just give in to your threats you are sadly mistaken.

As my arm slides from around your throat and my legs slither off your waist i grab hold of your wrists and lift my right knee up so it digs into your spine. I start to haul on your wrists as i look to drag your arms back behind you and as this isn't enough i grind my knee into your back. "Did you think your threats intimidated me, bitch?" i hiss

And so, once again i go to work on your body and more particularly, your joints. Your shoulders must be burning as i increase the pressure, leaning back, forcing your hands so far back they are almost touching. "C'mon bitch, you can end this agony right now, just give up, you know you want to"

Truth be told i must look like i've been in a bad car crash, my face, tits, stomach and thighs bear testament to your nails and your fists. I don't know for how much longer i can continue to fight. As much as i love a fight this has tested my stamina and resolve to their limits. Hell, at one point you even forced your fingers inside my kitty and started to fuck me. I did the same to you though so i guess all's fair in love and war. The peanuts start to crowd round our writhing bodies, their eyes wide in awe of the beating we have both taken and you are still taking. I wanna hear you scream your submission, you are one tough bitch as in love with a good scrap as much as i am. To submit you though will look fabulous on my cv

Dear readers...if there is one thing I love in life, it's a catfight!

*Blah - Blah - Blah* Goes the readers.

*I nod my head!*

Ok, you're right dear readers. If there are two things I love in life it's fucking another woman's man and a catfight. Ok, you happy now I've made that correction? May I continue...

Anyway with my love of the catfight established, we need to talk about Erin. Erin is my favourite kind of opponent, she is beautiful, undeniably sexy and a fantastic dresser. She is as cruel and as nasty as me, her attacks are clinical and precise. Her movements are swift and decisive. If they gave PhD's in catfighting she would be Dr. Erin Lee. Now before I choke on all these kind words, let me be clear - I'm better than her! And the thrill of tearing her apart is better than sex

You see I fucking love dangerous opponents and I lust for the risk that comes with a good catfight. If a bitch walked up to be and said:

"Bitch, if you let me scratch your face. I will let you scratch mine"

I'm just gonna smile, lick my lips and say "Let's catfight then bitch"

Well it's this reckless nature of mine that gives me the advantage, I will do anything! I will plunge any depth needed to win...Erin will not, she's not woman enough to join me on shall we say the dark side. So why did need to say all this? It's a message, to Erin for sure but it's also a message for every bitch watching us right now! Especially that whore Steph who drops her panties for strangers faster than an electron speeds around the large hadron collider at cern!

Anyway so back to the catfight. Erin did not like having her face clawed and as my nails positioned themselves over her eyes, she knew I was not fucking with her. So it was more than a relief when she released her legs from my waist and removed her forearm from my throat. With my airway clear I gasped and coughed frantically, while my now tenderised waist felt sore, extremely sore in fact. But Erin being Erin did not let up and swiftly repositioned herself into another infuriating submission position. Erin grabs hold of my wrists and rises up and with her right knee firmly planted in front of her, she pulls my arms up and stretches them. While the fucking bitch drilled her knee into the small of my back and spine.

The fucking bitch managed to light up my joints and back at the same time and it was torture. My head bends backwards and I just cry out in pain and frustration. Tears and mascara flowed down my clawed, bruised and bloodied cheeks. I screeched like Lexibabe singing and if you've ever heard Lexibabe sing...you know she does a splendid impersonation of a fucking banshee!

"Ow..argh...Erin you fucking Bitch! I hate you..I fucking hate you!!! Ow...ARGH!!!" - I sing like Lexibabe :P

And then, Erin said something she definitely should never say to me:

"C'mon bitch, you can end this agony right now, just give up, you know you want to"

"I don't submit you fucking skank!" I snarl and then I act.

With my feet planted firmly into the carpet, I push up and rise just enough to get my right foot where I wanted it. I stamp my right foot wildly into Erin's right ankle and then swiftly I return my right foot back to the carpet. My previous attack leaves Erin unsteady, so when I push off from the carpet with both feet and send us backwards we fall into....

*CRASH!!!*

Yes, the drinks table. Myself and Erin knock over the table and land amongst a plethora of empty bottles...including Erin's beloved gin. Which peanut drank Erin's gin is a mystery worthy Poirot? However while myself and Erin were in floods of tears due to pain we both felt and the heartbreaking loss of so much good alcohol! We both knew that our catfight was finally coming to a close.

*Blah - Blah - Blah* Goes the readers.

Oh the peanuts??? They were devastated! Firstly even they had to accept that me and Erin can only take so much more and that our catfight was coming to an end. Oh and as for the drinks table, Yeah..that hurt, that really hurt them. The peanuts, especially the salty ones absolutely loved cheap German wine, Blue Nun to be precise. Honestly the loss of the alcohol was the most heartbreaking moment for every single one of us.

Yt

Once again i think i have you and once again you fashion an escape...you bitch. With my knee grinding into your spine and your arms locked together behind your back there are few ways you can escape me, but you find one. Shuffling your feet under your body you use my knee to help lever yourself back upright and in the process roll me onto my back. I'm forced to let go of your wrists so i can roll out and get to my feet.

"Arrgghhhh" Just as soon as i am on my feet you slam your heel down into my ankle and let me tell you, that hurt like a bitch. Before i can recover my poise you leap on me and we both crash onto the drinks table, which, being Rachels, and being almost as cheap as Monica, shatters into two pieces and we land together on the floor surrounded by broken bottles, shards of broken table and pools of booze.

My body is now crying...ENOUGH, pity my brain takes no notice. As we lay there groaning, beat up and almost a case for the paramedics i spy an unbroken gin bottle. The stopper is missing as is most of the gin, but i grab it by the neck, planning to finish you once and forall with a blow to the back of your head. But then i spy maybe a mouthful of gin still in the bottle and that's irresistable to me, so you get a reprive as i raise the bottle to my lips and drain the last dregs into my mouth. Gawd that feels good, i lick my lips wondering if there is any more booze still drinkable around here.

Then i turn my attention back to the matter in hand and that matter is you Kate. Yes you ya slut. Think i forgot how much pleasure you were getting as you finger fucked me in that cloakroom, well i didn't forget slut. I don't think i have the strength or energy left to take this to a stand up fist fight to the finish, but as we lie here side by side in what remains of Rachels apartment i figure i can finish you in a far more humiliating way for you.

And so, i roll onto my side facing you as you lay on your back. My left arm slaps down across your body and my fingers quickly find your kitty. Two fingers enter you roughly and i start to pump my arm, fingers thrusting deep inside you while my thumb works your clit. "Like this do ya bitch?" i hiss as i semi roll onto you so i can take your left nipple between my teeth. Now i don't bite down hard, i'm not a savage, but just as you threatened my eyes, the threat of something much more painful is there. Your nipple is quite firm and erect and your kitty whether you are enjoying being taken or not is getting noticably moister. This fight is all but over and with a lil luck Kate is gonna be the fairy atop my Christmas tree

Picture this scene dear readers...

Myself and Erin turned up at Rachel's for a Christmas party where all of our most beloved and trusted friends would be in attendance. Now thanks to some bad behaviour - admittedly from yours truly and from Erin, myself and Erin had a minor skirmish.

*The readers all faint and had to be revived with smelling salts*

Firstly I'm glad you're all ok, but why the shock? What's transpired tonight between myself and Erin is nothing more than your average disagreement between us girls. In a week's time at most, me and Erin will be shopping together, getting our nails done together and talking about Steph and Lexibabe behind their backs! While of course spreading new and exciting rumours about them and about each other too. So goes the circle of life within a the best friends clique.

Still back to tonight...Steph, Lexibabe, Alix, Rachel and even Monica have been watching me and Erin tear chunks out of each other for quite some time. Add to this scenario the copious amounts of alcohol they've drunk (Including Erin's beloved gin) and the situation is the proverbial powder keg. But there's something you've absolutely got to keep in mind about a girls night out or any female centric event - "Monkey see, Monkey do". Now I'm not saying my beloved friends are monkeys, granted yes some of them smell like a baboon...*Cough* Monica *Cough*. But having having seen a catfight, well it has a tendency to excite the blood and our friends are very fucking excited. If me and Erin were to fight to exhaustion without a victor, then I have no doubt that the peanuts will jump from salty to spicy and attack both me and Erin...and maybe even each other?

So that's the real risk facing myself and Erin at this moment - either one of us wins or the spicy peanuts will tear us both apart for the lols. So as you can see, the stakes are now super high! So as I lay on the floor next to Erin, I lay still for 2-3 minutes, I just stared up at Rachel's living room ceiling and then it happened:

"Ow Ow Ow....Fuck! Ow! Sob...Sob...AaaaH! Ow Ow Ow"

Yes, I screamed in pain and sobbed my eyes out, crashing through Rachel's cheap furniture will have that effect on you. Also I genuinely mourned the loss of so much alcohol, as the commentator famously said about the loss of the Hindenburg. I now say about the loss of the alcohol:

"Oh the Humanity!!!" I say in my best attempt to mimic a Shakespearean actor but yes, my Impression sucks.

Still amongst the empty bottles, broken bottles and table...I suddenly feel something. At first I feel your arm across my body, however I begin to tremble as your hand slides to my kitty. I don't resist your touch, especially when your fingers and thumbs begin to play with my clit. I lick my lips and try to control myself, however with my pussy on fire from the incident in the cloakroom...I must admit I was inclined to lay back and enjoy this.

Do then you hiss:

"Like this do ya bitch?"

Those words were like nails down the blackboard and I hiss back:

"Screw you bitch! Just admit your desperate to eat me Erin and I will satisfy your thirst now you slut!"

You simply respond moving your head by suckling on my left nipple, your tongue dances and teases around my nipple. While your warm saliva acts like a healing balm on my savagely mauled breast, while the ever present feel of your teeth on my nipple acts as a clear warning. So I turn towards you and slip my own left hand between your thighs and begin to work over your kitty with my silky smooth fingers. I fuck you as hard as you fuck me!

However as we get into a nice rhythm, Rachel intervenes. Do you remember her stockings from earlier? Well she throws one to me and one to Erin, looking down on us both - she hisses:

"My silk stockings will work much better than tinsel...bitches!"

Me and Erin both contemplate this development while our kitty's now begin to release their sweet juices is vaster quantities...while we both desperately try to refrain from moaning about the waves of sexual pleasure that now wash all over our bodies. I see it in Erin's eyes and she sees it in mine...I then whisper to Erin <Redacted>

I tip the barman yo place two Black Russian drinks on the floor within reach of these two sluts

And so as our strength and energy disappears we lay with our fingers deeply embedded in each others kitties. Don't get the idea that this is some lovey dovey fuck though, it's far from it. We about exhausted our abilities to beat the other one up, although with that said, we did beat each other up but never could get to the point where there was a winner. So, physical and mental battles came to naught, the only way left to settle this is sexual.

The sounds of wet kitty now start to be heard in the room as we both ride the other hard and fast. Taking a quick break from snacking on your left tit i gasp..."You know you can't resist me bitch" then i immediately go back to teasing and tormenting your nipple.

With my left hand busy with your kitty my right reaches for your right shoulder, i run my nails over said shoulder then down over your bicep, elbow and finally forearm, leaving perfect lil red tram lines to remind you that, although we are almost finished, i can still hurt you.

Now my mouth drops open and my back arches, you are taking me closer and closer to the very edge of my self control. You pound away at my kitty and clit and i have to screw up my eyes and bite my bottom lips till i draw blood to prevent myself from crying out. I speed up my finger thrusts in you, fighting hard to take you past the limits of your self control. We are both so very wet now, at any moment one or both of us will release our juices.

But then, Rachel hoves into view. The room is now silent apart from our moans and the sounds of fucking. She tosses a silk stocking at both of us, asking, nay, demanding that we finish the fight and with it one of us, or both, get finished with it.

My mind is in turmoil, do i finger fuck this bitch to the end and risk her taking me, or do i wrap this stocking around her throat and finish her that way?

In fact what happens is neither of those things as instead i ball up the stocking and force it into Kates ever open mouth.

My body shakes n shudders, then my juices release. Thoughts of choking her out all but vanish at this point. I let out a few high pitched squeals as the bitch's fingers ride me to the edge then right over it...gawd i hate you, slut.

I knew there would be a price to pay, a catfight between myself and Erin was always going to be a costly affair. Physically, emotionally and financially this catfight is about as expensive as they come, however never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine such a vile and stomach churning twist...but more on that later dear readers ;)

Now is not the time to discuss outcomes, now is the time to discuss the hot mess that myself and Erin are right now. Together we lay on the carpet of Rachel's living room, our bodies are covered is bruises and scratch marks and the occasional bite mark as well. You could say both myself and Erin have gone all Jackson Pollock one each others bodies and if you did, I would agree with you.

However with both of us near physical and mental exhaustion neither of us have the energy for any more explosions of fire and drama. You see smashing each other through a cheap table will do that to you. However we still have a score to settle, the winner of this catfight will cement her place of authority within our dysfunctional circle of friends. While the loser will crash to bottom where she will be mercilessly bullied by her beloved friends until she has recovered enough to catfight again and hopefully regain some standing. If (now this is my big fear) both me and Erin fight to exhaustion with no winner, then as previously mentioned I fully expect our beloved friends to seize the opportunity to attack and beat both us. So with this undesirable outcome hanging over us like the Sword of Damocles, myself and Erin engage in a different kind of warfare - sexual.

With fingers buried deep into each other's hungry kitty's, we both finger fuck each other like a $1 whore! We match each other thrust for thrust, tease for tease and with every passing moment the very real threat of succumbing to the tsunami of sexual energy building within us grows. We both bite our lips until they bleed, we grit and gnash our teeth together - we do everything we can to prevent ourselves from cuming first. But and this is honestly a huge but, I can't deny that Erin's touch is nirvana itself.

In another world me and Erin would be having an affair, instead of me having occasional sex with her boyfriend. But regrettably me and Erin will never happen, firstly one of us would have to acknowledge the other as the relationship alpha...and yeah that's not gonna happen. So no matter how much friends may ship us, look elsewhere for your match making and yes that is genuine regret you hear in my voice...but I digress.

Our fingering continues until we reach the point where our bodies begin to twitch and flinch against our will. And it was at this moment you gasp:

"You know you can't resist me bitch"

With my free hand I flick my sweaty and now matted together hair out of my eyes and gasp back at you:

"Mmm No! It's you who can't resist me slut!"

Our words just steel each other's determination to make the other cum first. It's also at this moment your right hand rakes its nails down my right arm. You unconvincingly try to smile as you do this, but considering your fighting your own building orgasm - you don't quite manage to pull off the cocky and confident bitch look. I consider scratching you back but your mouth on my breast nipple is a convincing deterrent.

With cum beginning to pool on Rachel's carpet (Not an uncommon event in this house) we enter the end game, with only seconds, maybe a minute at most until one or both of us cum. We finger each other's kitty with renewed vigour, while our bodies bend and contort against our will - fuck this felt so good!

This is it, I could not take it anymore! My kitty is about to roar and flood the carpet in a sea of my delicious nectar. Oh you don't believe me it's delicious? Ask your husbands and boyfriends bitches! But then it happens...arguably one of the most traumatic events of my life. Erin takes Rachel's stocking and shoves it in my mouth - my face turns like death and through muffled screams I cum all over the carpet and Erin's hand. However my orgasm is over shadowed by Erin's use of Rachel's stocking. Even amongst my friends Rachel's skanky lifestyle was something quite extraordinary. I swear to god, that bitch has been wearing this same pair of stockings for at least 7 months and during that time they have encountered every bodily fluid known to science. The only fluid alien to Rachel's stockings in clean or soapy water! I can't...I just can't describe the taste in my mouth - that bitch Erin, that fucking bitch gave me PTSD. So instead of enjoying one of the greatest and most satisfying orgasms of my life - I'm left traumatised.

However as Erin squeals through her own orgasm, I take Rachel's stocking and thrust the ungodly fabric straight into Erin's mouth. I make sure a particularly stained section hit her tongue first. As Erin begins to choke on the ungodly fabric, my inner monologue is screaming:

"How did you like that Bitch! Fuck you Erin, fuck you! I'm not going to be the only bitch needing a therapist after this fight you fucking whore!"


With Rachel's stocking's being forced down each other's throat's, we stare blankly into each other's eyes. What were we both thinking? I was thinking - penicillin, penicillin, penicillin!!! As for Erin, you would have to ask the bitch?

*Blah - Blah - Blah* Goes our beloved readers.

The peanuts - they were stunned! The horror of Rachel's stocking's can't be underestimated. Yet there was an edge of excitement, they licked their lips as they began walking around the room. Their nails twitched as they excitedly identified targets for attack. Oh yes!!! The Peanuts were now spicy, very fucking spicy! The only balm that could soothe them would be the sight of either Erin or myself removing that ungodly fabric and rising to her feet in icky triumph. But do either of us have that inner strength left to claim victory?

Well unless Erin has anymore to say? I believe our catfight is now in the hands of you, our beloved friends, voters and peanuts. If either myself or Erin win the vote, rest assured we will return after Christmas to stamp her authority over the loser. If the poll ends in a tie, then as indicated both myself and Erin expect you, are beloved friends to exact some revenge and attack us both.

But whatever the result? This has been a super fun poll  :) A little icky at end...but super fun ;D

Merry Christmas everyone  :-* :-* :-*

Oh and Erin *Hugz the stuffing out of you and steals a very naughty Christmas kiss*

I think and said all that needs saying...or maybe not?

I'd like to thank all those who voted and commented for either Kate or myself. I'd also like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas.

The voting is close but there is no doubt in my mind that Kate deserves to win it. She has a real writing talent and dragged me along for the ride throughout the poll.

Time to recharge the batteries now and yes i do own an electric car so i'll recharge that too.

*Hugs Katie back and whispers.."I'll be back"*

Watching on only wishing I could be in there destroying both of those total bitches

A great fight however this goes

One vote, one lousy vote!

Am I bitter?

Damn straight I am! However if I had to lose, I'm glad it was against the most beautiful and graceful bitch to ever slap and claw at my face :)

So what's left to be said, while I await the Coup de grâce?

Oh I know...same again Valentine's Day Bitch?

Xoxo
Kate xx

A masterful orchestration by both sides! Well fought, you two! Thanks for sharing the altercation with us, your humble voters!

Congrats, Erin Lee and Condolences Kate! That comeback would have been really exciting but it was an awesome time either way!

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on December 25, 2024, 03:32:53 PM
One vote, one lousy vote!

Am I bitter?

Damn straight I am! However if I had to lose, I'm glad it was against the most beautiful and graceful bitch to ever slap and claw at my face :)

So what's left to be said, while I await the Coup de grâce?

Oh I know...same again Valentine's Day Bitch?

Xoxo
Kate xx

Well done ladies.

But so glad Erin destroyed this bitch in the end

First of all Erin and Kate, wow, wow, wow, the bar you two set for cyberfighting in a poll will never be touched by anyone, you two are amazing and I hope every member on this site knows how much time and effort you both put into your amazing cyberfight!! Thank you both! 1 vote, I dont even look at that, its the cyberfight

Quote from: JenFCF on December 25, 2024, 05:41:06 AM
A great fight however this goes

It was a great fight and thanks Jen x

Quote from: Kate69 on December 25, 2024, 07:10:02 PM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on December 25, 2024, 03:32:53 PM
One vote, one lousy vote!

Am I bitter?

Damn straight I am! However if I had to lose, I'm glad it was against the most beautiful and graceful bitch to ever slap and claw at my face :)

So what's left to be said, while I await the Coup de grâce?

Oh I know...same again Valentine's Day Bitch?

Xoxo
Kate xx

Well done ladies.

But so glad Erin destroyed this bitch in the end

*I update my enemies list*

:P  :-*

Quote from: Kellymadison on December 25, 2024, 07:17:33 PM
First of all Erin and Kate, wow, wow, wow, the bar you two set for cyberfighting in a poll will never be touched by anyone, you two are amazing and I hope every member on this site knows how much time and effort you both put into your amazing cyberfight!! Thank you both! 1 vote, I dont even look at that, its the cyberfight

Thanks Kelly, you're too kind :)

You two put on one of the most amazing cyberfights and polls on this site ever!! Wow!

Quote from: bustymariafights on December 26, 2024, 03:38:49 AM
You two put on one of the most amazing cyberfights and polls on this site ever!! Wow!

I totally agree, they did an awesome job.

Bit I still want to rip KateA's hair out by the roots

I wasn't intending to post again, but, seeing the latest comments that have been made, i have to say i'm flattered. One of my favourite sayings here is it take's two to tango. It's not possible to have an interesting intense fight unless both participants are up to the mark. Kate is all of that and possibly more.

I won't insult her by saying she deserved to win (she did, i just won't tell her) but given her skill with the written word and the deviousness that floats around in her mind i find it impossible to take pleasure from winning the vote. What i do take pleasure from is that i took part in an amazing scrap with an amazing person.

That said and given Kates propensity for posting very clever well made music here, i thought i'd post one final clip from my favourite singer Floor Jansen.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttfQqnskTO8&list=RDttfQqnskTO8&start_radio=1

Erin!!!!

You're ruining my rep  >:(

I'm the Devil in Heels and you've got me blushing ;D Lol blushing Devils are not cool :o

Xoxo
Kate xx

Well fought Erin!  It was nasty and hot, but you did it, you littered the floor with Kate's mousey brown hair and fought back against all her dirty attacks, and PREVAILED !!!!  I dare say you should watch your back, as she is a deceitful bitch and will be looking to jump you when you're not looking, but should that happen, I'm sure you'll give as good as you get.  Again, congrats !!!!!

an incredible fight girls. My congratulations to the winner... I think it was one of the best fights of the year