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From Kate and Ali

So about this catfight poll... this poll will run for two weeks however voting will be locked for the first week and we shall open voting on the 8th November. We will post a reminder about the vote opening at a time closer to the 8th.

So everyone please get the pop corn ready and enjoy the show... this catfight will be spicy :)

Anyway enough chit-chat...let's begin.


We exit Slaughter Mansion via a secret passage and head off to the outskirts of the mansion grounds. Eventually we come to a stop by an overgrown rose garden, here is where we will finally settle things! We stand facing each other, with roughly one meter of water logged ground separating us. With eyes locked this is it...there will be no more funny business, no more flirting! Now is the time to strike, now is the time to see who ruins whose body.

Our smiles get more cruel and sadistic, our fingers twitch as we both eye up each other and begin selecting our first targets. Suddenly a lightning bolt hits the ground in front of us. But this is no ordinary lightning, this was not lightning at all! Someone or something is having a joke at our expense. We both begin moving in slow motion as this song plays loudly from places unknown.

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K-Drama, we've both been K-Drama'ed! Oh the indignity of it all! This was to be the start of our war. Instead our bodies, our right hands both move slowly through the air. As they move I think to myself:

"Hmm if I see a cute tiger and a magpie wearing a tiny hat, I'm going to totally lose it!"

Eventually our right hands impact each other's left cheeks. Maybe it's the slow motion and the really quite addictive music? But our slaps seem to hit harder than ever. We simultaneously knock each other off our feet and send each other flying backwards (very slowly) through the air. We knock each other approximately five metres back from our starting positions. With cheeks red and burning we sail majestically through the air until finally we begin to fall in slow motion. We even swear in slow motion:

"F—u—c—k—I—n—g  I—m—p" You slowly scream

"C—o—n—c—u—b—I—n—e  W—h—o—r—e" I retort...eventually!

However just when we're both getting used to our impromptu K-Drama moment the music suddenly stops, gravity reasserts itself and we both land bottom first onto the saturated lawn.

Both of us look stunned, we're in shock. This was not the dramatic start either of us expected...yet I won't lie - I kind of enjoyed the moment and hands down. That was the most romantic slap to the face I shall ever deliver or receive. I call out to you and say:

"Heh concubine! You alright Bitch?"

You flick your hair and for a moment my heart beats slower...I feel a flutter. However thankfully your reply snaps me out of my K-Drama relapse:

"I'm fine Imp! Anyway we doing this you fucking slut?"

I stand up and smile, you do the same. We slowly circle each other until the anticipation gets to much and we run head first towards each other. I ready my right hand, as you ready yours. This is it...this is war! Me and Ali are taking this catfight up a level. Everything inside the mansion was fun and games, but out here there are no games to be played. One shall stand and one shall fall, defeat for either of us is unthinkable.

Oh the whole K pop drama was..interesting.  And actually the whole slow motion slap things was...ok  it was hot.  The thing is my inner Spock woke up in that LOOOOOOONG moment and gave a full lecture on the IMProbablity of a song affecting space/time in this manner.  Of course I felt him stirring back when you were doing your whole Katie Khan thing back there in the dark.  The whole thing give me an idea.  Now that we are rushing right at each other I drop letting my knee hit the mud.  I slide forward slipping under your right hand and smack my fist into your lower tummy as I squelch by. I'm rewarded with your gasp and a string of inventive curses as you plop down into the mud yourself.  We turn to face each other on hands and knee.  I grin.  "Pretty slow , Imp.  Did you drink down some of that Old Jinn, when I punched you tits in?"  I note with interest that your rubber dress is looking curiously...not rubber as your eyes narrow at me.  You snarl something back at me as we raise our hands like claws and rush back in for another go at it.  I've picked my targets as I have a theory to test about that dress. 

I run towards you as fast as I can, I was determined that my hands would reach and grasp hold of your ratty hair first. However you skill fully drop to your knee and use the water logged ground to your advantage. You gracefully slide in the mud and successfully duck my talons while slamming a fist into my stomach. Your blow elicits a grunt of pain from me but I refrain from further comment. However while I did not have much to say about your blow, gravity and the physics of the situation spoke to me an awful lot. With my balance impaired by your cheeky punch, I find myself once again falling to the ground. Water and mud splash upwards as my pert ass impacts terra firma.

Annoyed that you landed the first blow and really quite pissed about landing on my ass again, I wipe my rain soaked hair out of my eyes. Before hitting the ground with both my fists in frustration. You however look at me like the proverbial cat that got the cream, your body language is smug and I hate smug. You then make the mistake about commenting on my dress and mentioning the "Old Jinn". My nostrils almost flare as you comment about my dress which has been totally ruined by the aforementioned "Old Jinn". I let my anger get the better of me and I unleash into the following rant:

"Ali you fucking bitch! Look what you and your skank juice did to my dress. My leather is ruined! - it feels flimsy like I'm wearing a summer dress. I never wear summer dresses, I fucking hate summer dresses bitch! I don't care what I have to do, I don't care what it's gonna cost! You're going to be taught a lesson tonight bitch and by the time I'm done, you will have a new fucking definition of pain! You hear me you god damn whore!"

You acknowledge me with a simple smile and begin to mirror my movements. I get up out of the mud and slowly approach you, naturally your approaching me. We both sneer at each other and then we strike! With you seemingly focused on my dress, your defences were practically non existent. My left hand grabs a handful of your rats nest and I yank your head hard to the left. With the conditions so treacherous you feel as if your going to slip, but a quick adjustment of your body weight avoids this fate. I press my body against yours and as I do so, my boots right heel stamps on your left foot. It skewers your silk slipper and my boots heel drills itself into the sodden earth.

"Fuck!" I think to myself as my own attack pegs me to the ground. However speaking of attack my right hand makes a fist and I plant it cleanly on the left side of your head. You screech more in anger than pain - we struggle and then suddenly we fall. The stiletto heel on my right boot snapped and as I fall, I drag you to the ground with me by left hand in your hair. The sodden ground is as soft as it can be, so our fall was not the most painful experience of our lives. We land side by side on the ground, we stare at each other with utter contempt.

Meanwhile out of the corner of our eyes we both see your silk slipper staked to the ground with what used to be my boots heel. My tongue readies itself to unleash some more poison but your actions put a swift halt to that... as your hands finally grasp hold of my leather dress! I snarl into your face:

"Don't you fucking dare you..bitch!"

As the epic war between the two new rivals continues. A figure  brakes out of the darkness and almost runs over Kate and loses Lexibabe who she's been carrying sending her to the soft earth.. She is out of breath and startled. After about 10 minutes of her babbling and trying to calm down. Kate manages to do it. And Bella turns to see Ali and turns a few shades of red as Lexi  gives them all the finger and walks off.

" Oh my God! What the Hell is going on? One minute I'm getting ready for a Halloween party. Next I'm in a mansion and seven levels of Hell is breaking loose. Oh God! I'm so sorry you and Ali are fighting... I'll leave you to it Kate! Be careful this one is tricky she is.,

With that Belladonna walks past Ali and they share a tense glare as Bella leaves as quickly as she arrives. Heading into the misty darkness leaving both confused, but Kate a warning she did not need given the battle in the Mansion, but maybe a "good word" for Ali who knows as it has been a long night for everyone.

We are laying side by side in the much...again.  We are glaring at each other and I see your eyes shift to my once beautiful slipper pinned to the earth by your hob nailed heel. At least it somehow missed my foot but it did slip between my toes cutting into my big toe and it neighboring piggy. Judging by the pain I'm likely bleeding which pisses me off.  I got the first blow but you got first blood.  Now I want second blood..and third fourth and fifth too!  AND..you look...smug.  bitch.  "Getting off on that?" I ask.  "Having a little IMP-gasam are you? Don't touch your horn.  Ew."  We lock glares again.  "You know what makes me happy?"  I reach for you bedraggeled dress making you screech  out a warning not to do it.  Well, they are BAT wings, aren't they?   "But I love me a summer dress, Katie.  Especially when it's the B team trailor park trash whore I'm fighting with who's wearing it!"  I pull on that dress and to my glee it does what every China produced Wal-Mart summer dress does when wet...it stretches.  I know you shout and reach for my top as I shake yours.  I hear the sound of ripping fabric as we start to roll through the muck  I swing a fist to the side of your head taking one back from you and I drop a knee toward your groin as we fight like hell.  Seems right somehow.  "You said something about pain, you little cxnt!?"

Side by side in the mud and water we glare at each other and with my warning still ringing in your ears, which you of course promptly ignore. I soon feel the fabric of my dress being tugged on by both of your shrivelled old hands. (If anyone has ever watched the Dark Crystal, Ali has Skeksis hands and in fact...she looks the one too). Naturally I scream in your face:

"Let the fuck go of my dress you bitch"

Which of course you promptly ignore and instead you talk trash about my dress and make some jibe about it being a cheap Chinese summer dress from Walmart. Your shrill words infuriate me and my hands reach for the top of your Concubine costume. Now it's your turn to scream at me to let go and now I get to promptly ignore you. We both pull hard on each other's outfits and I hear and feel my dress stretching, I can only assume you feel a similar sensation?

But then we start rolling in the mud and rain water and soon I take a punch to the side of my head.

"Fucking bitch!" I snarl as I ready my nails to claw your face, when suddenly I feel your knee head towards my crotch. It was a good shot and I feel like vomiting almost as your knee smashes into my inside right thigh with the follow through hitting my kitty hard. I bite my bottom lip at the pain reverberates through my body. With my heart filled with rage. My left hand grabs a handful of mud which I shove in your face! You shut your eyes just in time to avoid any impairment, which gives me an opportunity. I hook my left calf around your right calf and with my right hand still buried in your top. I start a roll and manage to stop it with me straddled across your crotch.

I look down at you and sneer: "I've been looking forward to this you fucking concubine whore!"

My right hand lets go of your top and I begin to slap your face, again and again I slap you. But as I slap you, I notice my dress has released its cosy tight hug around my body and my left breast is a firm and visible target.

The fight is really heating up now and I'm on my back a position and caertain imp is much more familiar with I'm sure.  Maybe it's a trick of the light but as I look up at Kate where she looms over me with her crotch sitting right over mine I wonder why she isn't saying "Gollum  Gollum!"  Thos who know Lord of the Rings will get it.  Orr maybe it's the repeated slaps to my face rocking my head back and forth, back and forth.  I'm shouting calling her names which she seems to enjoy and desperately clawing for her hair. I tug with one hand and she keeps slapping.  The I remember and my left hand grabs that right horn and pinches down.  I the resulting mayhem. I see that my top is yes stretched out and ripped in place and now longer want to cover my perky 32c chest and then I spot my target.  Kate's pert breast beckons to my right fist and I swing up hard. then for more fun I latch onto it and pull her hair, shaking.  My head is aching and spinning a bit from the hard slaps and my lip is split. 

How do I describe the thrill, the level of sheer delight I feel about slapping the smug smile of that bitches face? It's more fun than having a quickie with the grooms brother behind his wife's back in the honeymoon suite of the wedding reception. I know, I know...it's a slutty analogy for sure. But I wanted something my concubine friend here could relate too, as she is the proverbial village bicycle - everyone gets to ride. Except she is the modern twist...Ali is the metropolitan city bicycle! Yes, she's that much of a whore, the city named a sexual disease clinic after her!

However enough about Ali, there will be plenty of time to dish and tell everyone about her scandalous sex life later. With her still beneath me the bitch begins to pull on my hair and my scalp burns in pain. I grit my teeth and keep on slapping the bitch! I'm in control and I feel comfortable but the bitch goes for my horns and omg <Censored> it's absolute chaos and as I fight shall we say my inner demons. Ali sends a fist crashing into my exposed breast. My face turns red and my eyes water, I screech:

"Ow you fucking concubine bitch!" You smile in response and soon your talons dig into my firm globe and you begin to twist and pull on my nipple. The pain is excruciating and I find myself rolling to the side and in the melee that follows, you end up straddled across my crotch. I spit in your face as water begins to pool around my eyes.

Well, I guess those cute little horns have their uses after all.  They do seem to cause some...distraction.  But it did allow me to wipe the smug off her face again!  I even got her off the top of me though there was a brief but intense melee contesting the change of position.  Nials and fists flashed back and forth but the remaining horn distraction helped me come out On top.  Literally with my crotch right over hers.  Whcih is concerning as the UN considers Kate's crotch a weapon of mass destruction.  We won't speak of her time as mascot of the USS Nimitz.  But the USS Enterprise...NCC-1701?? you ask.  No.  D?  E?  no.  CV6.  In any case I am on top and she spit on me uselessly as the rain just washed it right off.  I just laughed and continued  my assault on her breast...and yanked down the other side of her dress to target the other.  "You're gonna like this....NOT!!"  TWIST!!

I lay on my back in the rain and begin to feel myself sink a little into the mud. Clearly my concubine friend over indulged at the Halloween party and has put on a few pounds. I sneer at you and utter:

"Get off me you fucking fat slag!"

Naturally you ignore me and instead start ranting about how I'm a weapon of mass destruction. Which honestly is a bit rich coming from the human petri dish that is Ali! Honestly that raging whore has turned her body into one sick and twisted science experiment. She is the stuff of nightmares, in fact if people cast their minds back to when the Simpsons was entertaining. Mr. Burn's went to the Mayo clinic and was told he was the sickest man alive, with every disease known to man and woman which were some how thriving inside him and cancelling each other out. Well that episode was totally inspired by Ali. Ali is Mr Burn's!

Anyway I shall talk more about Ali's shameful life later...now I need to kick her skank ass. Which honestly is something I should be taking more seriously, I especially think this is the case when the bitch yanks my dress down and exposes my right breast. We both knew exactly what was coming and soon her nails dug into both my breasts. The fucking bitch clawed and twisted my nipples, as I screamed in pain:

"Oww you fucking bitch, I'm going to fuck you up...Ow, Ow, Oww!" I scream.

However talk is cheap and incidentally so is Ali! So it's time for action! My left hand once again grabs a handful of mud which I hurl in Ali's face. Once again she shuts her eyes in time which was great for dealing with the mud, but was not so good for dealing with my right fist which smashes her cleanly and squarely in the nose! With this shot Ali's pride and joy, her sweet sixteen nose job is going to need a little work. A small trickle of blood mixes with the mud and as you deal with the pain of that blow, I buck and thrust with my hips like I'm the possessed Regan from the exorcist. You respond by squeezing me with your thighs as you desperately try to hold on or is it perhaps you're just enjoying the ride? Either way we will soon learn whether or not if you were able to hang on.

My NOSE!!  The little bitch hit my nose !This is war now.  I cling to her with my legs the petri dish right over the WMD that is Kate's kitty.  There's no reaction as least.  Not yet as our oufits are still more or less intact in the lower reaches.  I grab onto that hair as let her bounce around making it easier to pull. I scoop up and glob of the mud and splat it does into Kate's face.  She turns her head of course in time to get a quick look at the fist bashing across that eye.  "FUCK YOU!!" I shout as I grab her hair my nails at her scalp as we both pull hair readying our fists and claws as we pull each other in.  I note with concern that my torn and sheer top has slipped down to my waist.  Well, shit.

"Thunder thighs holds on!" I could actually imagine that being the title of an old Hollywood "B" movie. But in this case it accurately describes the situation as my catfight with that disgusting concubine whore continues. With her nose now out of joint... things are just beginning to get spicy.

Still with your hands in my hair you ride my bucking and thrusting hips like a rodeo clown. You're clearly having the ride of your life, which considering your vast experience... I shall take this as a compliment. Still my scalp stings, my teeth grit and my eyes water. But then the inevitable occurs and you thrust a handful of mud into my face, my eyes avoid any contamination and with that I win a place in the Guinness book of world records as the only human being to ever avoid contamination by typhoid Ali.

But my joy is short lived as your fist comes crashing down into my eye.

"Arhh you fucking bitch!" I screech but then you unleash more as your nails dig into my hair and you begin to tear at the roots. My hands reach for your scalp as well, I dig in and pull just as hard. The pain is etched across your face, as it is across mine. However your turn as "Thunder Thighs - The Rodeo Clown" has resulted in your top coming loose and your breasts are exposed to the crisp cold November air. Your nipples are already rock hard, you will blame the weather - but we both know you're hard for me.

Suddenly my left hand relinquishes its grasp of your hair and instead I dig my nails into your right breast. I drill into your firm flesh and your face extorts in pain, but as I twist that nipple you sound like a screaming banshee. Naturally you're distracted by the introduction of this new pain which stimulates so cruelly your nervous system, that you don't notice my right fist until it smashes cleanly once again into your nose. My blow combined with my bucking and thrusting is too much for old thunder thighs and you slide off me into the water and mud. During this movement my attack on your breast comes to an end and you release your hold on my hair as well.

We both take a moment to shake off the damage inflicted so far as we slowly move to a seated position. Our eyes lock as we catch our breath and we sneer at each other. Still as we survey our own and each other's damage, we can't resist the opportunity for a little girl chat.

Ali wastes no time in calling me...

...bitchwhoreslutcxntskankslag and all around asshole.  All the obvious ones.  I say obvious because ti's Kate we're talking about and she's all those wrapped into one diabolical package.  She treats me to a string of names that I'm sure we'll hear about soon.  She takes mine as compliments.  I dig out "Cumdumpster."  It makes her giggle and touch her left horn.  Ew.  I don't get her eyes to narrow until I break out" p'tahk" (If Storm is reading this he no doubt has a Klingon to English dictionary.  He doesn't really need it.)  We glare sullenly at each other sizing up the damage down as we each try to stuff our injured girls back under our sodden tops, for all the good it will do.  "Be careful, dear." I say with mock concern.  "You nipples look very happy to see me."  I wait for her to blame the weather.  We both bear claw marks on our faces from the quality time we spent in the mansion.  I fancy I can see some swelling around that eye.  Kate looks smug seeing me bpinch the bridge of my nose to slow the bleeding.  "What have you got against my nose anyway, bitch?"  I glare at her then I look contrite.  "How is your eye?"  I manage to  hold the expression for a beat.  "I only ask because I hope it hurts like Hell..."  Our fingers twitch..

My ears burn and my face contorts with anger as you begin to rant like an hysterical bitch at a Walmart Black eye Friday event. Sitting in the mud and the pouring rain, I feel my blood almost rage with anger. You call me every name you can think of and even resort to the use of Klingon. Well now it's my turn...

"Fucking cum sucking bitch!" I snarl at you however I'm rudely interrupted by the sound of Slaughter Mansion collapsing in the background. I look at you and we both sort sigh and facepalm our foreheads in unison. The inevitable has finally occurred, rancid whores should never be rewarded with explosives for turning tricks... men please take note of this! Anyway, where was I? Arhh yes now I remember.

"Ali" I snarl... "Ali you fucking cum sucking bitch! I honestly have never met a more disgusting whore in my life (Which is a total lie, She who trades fucks for explosives has you well beat, but let's gloss over that). You're nothing more than a shameless slut, an ugly slag who for fuck sakes needs to learn some self control. Look at the state of you? You dress like chav! You smell like a whore! And you've turned yourself into a sick and twisted science experiment - you're every fucking biological weapon designers wet dream!"

You then mention your nose and I snap back:

"Don't take that personally Ali, I hate every inch of you. And I'm going to fuck the rest of you up...just like I did your fake ass nose bitch!"

Our discussions continue and we both get into a raging argument about our nipples, which only ends when you suddenly ask me about my eye.

I respond to your dumb ass question about whether or not it hurts by spitting at you. This act triggers us both and we reach out and grab hold of each other's hair and pull. On our knees in the mud and rain we pull each other's hair at the roots, while our chests rub and press together. This action loosens your top and my dress and our nipples finally collide. As they do we both feel our nails almost twitch with excitement as they continue for now playing their part in pulling out each other's hair.

"Gawd, try to be nice to a cum eating, carpet munching wannbe demonic cumwhore..."  I'm cut off my your claws ripping into my hair and trying to rip it out.  Our poor saturated tops...yours is saturated with Old Jinn, of course, slip down and we eagerly slam our breasts into each other as we tear at hair.  Our tits are grinding our nipples trying to bend or invert each other as they play...I pulls back on your hair with a sudden vicious twist trying to make you look up as I push into your even harder as I try to push you right back down into the muck.  I really want to say something clever but my roots are screaming and drowning out my thoughts. 

We kneel in the cold mud and water, face to face we glare at each other. All around us lightning streaks through the night sky, thunder claps drown out our collective screams as we both pull on each other's hair. A psychotic determination has taken hold of me, I must - absolutely must be the one to triumphantly rip out some hair first. I sense that you're in a similar state of insanity, as the stress and strain we're inflicting on each other's roots intensifies and even if nothing were to be ripped out tonight. I fear that any good doctor will confirm that damage has been done and will not be easily reversed!

However while we both jockey for the best position in the hair pulling stakes, our girls have once again freed themselves and come out to play. Our tits rub and crush together, occasionally I drag my girls up and over your nipples. My nips occasionally get caught up on yours and they cling together for only the briefest of seconds. The sensation I feel through my chest is driving me wild with a lust to maul your tits, which I most certainly will do... but all in good time.

Suddenly you yank on my hair and twist your body, I sense what your doing and I'm happy to work with that. I feel you slam the back of my head into the cold mud of the ground and soon you straddle my taut and sculpted stomach. But as you get in position, my legs snake their way around your body. I clamp your waist between my thighs, cross my ankles and lock them together and then proceed to crush you like a walnut.

However this is merely a side show, as the main event continues unabated. We both grit our teeth, our eyes both water and we both scream bloody murder as the pain in our scalps becomes borderline unbearable. Yet neither of us will let go, to do so would disgrace us. I snarl at you:

"I'm gonna bald you slut."

You sneer back:

"Try it you fucking cxnt!"

With fire in our eyes and insanity in our hearts we both pull and pull until the inevitable occurs and our hands fly towards our faces. The sudden recoil catches us both by surprise and my hold of you with my legs falters, you tumble off me. While I lay on my back, I feel a sudden surge of euphoria which soon gets replaced by blistering pain. I begin to cry, as do you. Yet still we both sit up and triumphantly show each other a worryingly large clump of each other's hair.

"Ali you fucking bitch... I'm going to claw your fucking face of cxnt!" I scream at you in between the claps of thunder.

The fight is going..I can't say well.  My hair is absolutely on fire...oh did I say hair?  How silly....but it feels that way. Now I've got her very strong toned legs..dammit stop looking!  Well, they are wrapped around me and crushing my ribs.  I long to punch her face or maybe claw those perky tits.  but I don't dare let go..We threaten each other's hair do.  We bitch and snarl then we are just..RIPPING>  It happens so suddenly for both of use  We find ourselves separated.  My ribs are free to move,  Then the blinding pain sets in as we both hold up big clumps of each other's hair.  The shock and pain is replaced by white hot anger.  "YOU BITCH!  I'll shred you fucking face off it you try.  Then we lunge at each other still crying and our nails strike deep at each other's face curling in as the thunder claps again.  My skin is on fire I dig at your face.  I shriek and suddenly yank on one side of your head by your remaining hair and tug hard, trying to send us both right back into  the muck. 

I almost vomit at the sight of you holding a clump of my hair, only the fact that I'm holding a clump of your hair keeps my stomach in check. It felt like we stared at each other for ages, yet in reality it was just a few seconds. I let go of your hair and casually discard it, a gust of wind blows it into the thorny rose bushes near by.

You reply to my previous declaration:

"YOU BITCH!  I'll shred you fucking face off it you try!"

The anger in your voice is very real, as is the emotion etched all over your face. Like me the red mist has fully descended and we just don't care, as long as the other is hurting. That is all that matters to us both - we lunge at each other and our nails recklessly claw each other's faces. Normally there is an element of control is this moment as neither of us wants uncomfortable conversations later on with those in authority, but here we just don't care. To hell with the consequences, we just need to see each other suffer.

We both scratch wildly at each other's faces, only the shutting of eyelids prevents serious damage. We're both crying and have surrendered ourselves to an unholy and ugly rage. This insanity of attack, attack, attack - lasts for maybe forty seconds before you grab and yank on my hair and send us both into the mud. The mud masks the side of our faces and stings the hell out of our freshly opened and slightly bloody scratches.

Side by side on the ground we both begin to wildly kick each other in between our mutual sobbing. During this you lose your last slipper, meanwhile you grasp my suede boot with the broken heel. The old jinn had really fucked with the suede and in one swift movement you shred and rip my boot off as if it was a silk stocking.

"My boot... you fucking BITCH!" I screech in anger as we continue to lash out with kick, after kick.

We've both lost it now.  I feel your nails still hooked into my skin as we start to exchange kicks into toned tummies.  Our cries of pain only get louder and deeper as we wear down those tightened abs.  I gasp as one of your kicks goes low.  I snarl and claw at the offending leg ripping the silk like boot to shreds as I struggle with the lance of pain that follows as you smirk.  I spite of the sink feeling in my tummy m next kick take you low to.  And instead of rolling away as we might have before we drag each other in by the hair and wrap into each other digging pulling clawing as each other's face pulling hair as we squelch through the mud

I can't remember the last time I cried this much? Seriously I can't! My face stings and my scalp is bloody and feels as if it's on fire. You're clawing at me with zero consideration for my sight, yet to be fair I'm playing the same game here. If we were inside Slaughter mansion, hell if slaughter mansion were still standing...Stormbolt would of surely dragged us apart by now. But there is no Stormbolt, there is no one and honestly that's how we both want it.

Prior to the events of the Halloween party me and Ali spoke and came to terms in secret. We both had an itch to scratch and that itch basically involved the ruination of an attractive rivals face. The stake for such a catfight was clear, we bet the feminine equivalent of the farm. We bet our own good looks for the chance of a very rare thrill. Realistically most women would walk away from such insanity and normally I would. Yet the more I thought about such a challenge, the more I yearned to test myself in one and you very much felt the same way.

With claps of thunder drowning out most of our screams, we continue to kick and claw at each other. We're both completely feral, there is no skill or technique on display in this catfight and only our feminine savagery shines through. We both land a couple of agonising low blows, but these were just lucky shots. We both grunt in pain and pepper our rare utterances with casual hostility:

"Bitch!"
"Slut!"
"Whore!"
"Slag!"
"Cxnt!"

We use all these names and more, every time we hurl a fresh insult our yearning to scratch feels reinvigorated, reenergised. Only the occasional yank on each other's hair is thrown in for good measure.

With our catfight still very much in its infancy the damage was already so great logic suggests we would do better to roll away. Instead we scramble ourselves into a catball where our crotch's press firmly together, as our nipples rub coarsely against each other's flesh. Still our nails we continue to claw each other's faces with reckless abandon. However through the tears and insanity, we both knew this had to change. We've scratched so much our faces had almost become numb to the pain, this was a development we could not tolerate or accept. So looking at you, I spit in your face...I sneer:

"Fucking concubine cxnt!"

Then I thrust my hands into your chest and maul your tits! You scream with a renewed sense of pain and my heart flutters with excitement. However deep down inside I know that in seconds I shall join you in agonies embrace.

We rolled around in the muck, bodies entangled, nipple to nipple cxnt to cxnt and now slathered in mud and much.  Hopefully the horses that pull the carriages up to the now late Slaughter Mansion didn't come through here.  It seemed like hours but was probably only half that.  Our faces seemed to be getting used to being clawed off.  In spite of the raised red welts angrily glowing redly on our mud spattered faces, they just didn't seem to hurt much for now. We dug into each others hair to pull ourselves up to a seated position, out legs still tangled, our crotches nearly touching.  You spit in each others' face.  You called my a concubine.  Then I was squealing as my bare tits were being mauled, my top long gone.  I briefly grabbed at your wrists but thought better of it.  "You dirty fucking Imp SKANK!!"  My own nails then speared back into your tits, making you wail like an infant.  We engaged in a painful duel of tit mauling.  Digging in around each other's nipples with frequent pinches was standard, if painful.  So was the twisting.  I upped the ante a bit, twisting in hard around your nipples and pulling down, our foreheads resting together.  STILL a whore!" I gasped

Locked together in a catball I maul your tits, my nails dig into your silky to the touch yet firm flesh. Every second I reposition my grip to ensure I attack virgin and unscarred flesh... but that's not all. Because as night follows day, I also twist and pull on your nipples. Between the claps of thunder I revel in your torment. You screech at me:

"You dirty fucking Imp SKANK!!" I acknowledge your words with a simple smile.

However two can play this game and it's a game you know very fucking well. Mere seconds after I struck your hands leave my wrists and attack my chest instead. Now my screams of torment join with yours for a symphony of pain. We both scream in agony, yet we endure and attack. We butcher each other's flesh, as you twist my nipple hard and pull down. Are foreheads collapse inwards and clash, as our kitty press together. I scream at you:

"Ali you fucking cxnt! I'm going to change your career from Concubine to frigid and frustrated nun bitch."

You respond by giving my nipples another half a turn and call me a "Whore!"

"Ow..Ow...Arhh you Bitch!" I screech.

Then suddenly and without warning I open my mouth, tilt my head down and bite the tip of your nose. You scream so loud my eardrums erupt in pain.

Two of the best!! I bow down to both of your greatness, imagination and vision!!

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 03, 2025, 05:55:56 PM

Quote from: JuicyJuggs on November 03, 2025, 05:38:03 PM
Two of the best!! I bow down to both of your greatness, imagination and vision!!

I could strew a bunch of eye catching words around like impeccable, flawless, exemplary, and sublime, but it still does not do it justice.

Hi Juicy and TC,

Thanks for the kind words.

Xoxo
Kate

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 03, 2025, 05:55:56 PM

Quote from: JuicyJuggs on November 03, 2025, 05:38:03 PM
Two of the best!! I bow down to both of your greatness, imagination and vision!!

I could strew a bunch of eye catching words around like impeccable, flawless, exemplary, and sublime, but it still does not do it justice.

And I thank you both for those wonderful words as well I'm having a devil of a time here!

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!" I scream out those erudite words when the tip of my nose seems to be getting sheard off WHILE my tits are being expertly mauled.  I don't dare let go of her tits as she still has mine in her talons and I can't really bite back.  "KATE you IMP SLUT!  I'm going to end your career as Hell's biggest whore!" I scream and  do something very risky.  I clamp down on the nipples under my fingers and drive my thumbnails up at them like I would impale them on my thumbs.  I hear your shrill scream of rage that sets every dog for miles around to howling.  I wrench my head to free the bleeding tip of my nose from your teeth.  Fucker!  I push my face into yours m own teeth chomping on your pretty cheekbone!

Quote from: JuicyJuggs on November 03, 2025, 05:38:03 PM
Two of the best!! I bow down to both of your greatness, imagination and vision!!

I totally agree

Ali is in excruciating pain at this moment and I'm loving every second of it. Yes, my tits are being mauled but, so are those of that bitch Ali's and with the tip of her beak in my mouth - I'm ahead on points! I'm the better woman! And when you scream out:

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

I honestly thought for a moment you were about done, which frankly made me sad. I thought better of you. However I should never of lost the faith as you adjust the grip of my nipples most skill fully and with your nails and thumbs positioned perfectly - you attack!

"OMG FUCK YOU BITCH, FUCK, FUCK, OW, OW, OW, ARGH - ARGH!!!" I scream as you unleash the most savage attack my tits have ever felt. It honestly felt as if your nails were going to decapitate my nipples from my breasts. I sobbed and yes, I was fucking scared at what this psycho bitch was going to do to me. And yes, it's a bit rich me calling Ali a psycho when moments ago I was biting her nose.

However plainly this attack paid huge dividends for Ali and my teeth released her beak. My hands tried to mirror Ali's attack on her breasts, but my hands were shaking so much. I just couldn't get this precise hold just right, also Ali was not done...in fact the bitch was far from done as her teeth latch onto my cheekbone and sink in.

I screamed so loud, I think every dog in the state barked at once. If still going Ali will no doubt look forward to reliving this moment on an episode of "Unsolved Mysteries".

"ARGH YOU BITCH, YOU FUCKING BITCH! ARGH...OW, OW, OW, YOU CXNT, YOU FUCKING DIRTY CXNT!" I scream, I scream so loud it's almost as if my lungs are going to explode.

However in sheer desperation I slide my right hand down the front of your silken concubine pants, I grab the front of your thong. I twist it in my hands a few times and then lift up with all my strength. This pain will sting it will also be the first shot on a battlefield I had not anticipated fighting on so soon, so credit to Ali for pushing me this far.

YAHHHHHHHH  OH YOU FUCKING CHEAP SAKNK YOU DIRTY!!>>  I break of my invective and viciously twist at her tits nails dug into her nipples and all.  But it doesn't stop the little Imp form saw my wet thong hard into my kitty. I'm almost hanging by it and by now every dog for miles around is just pissed.  She has one of my tits and wedgies the fuck out of my pussy!  I dig at her tits our teeth snap at each other's skin now as we snarl in rage, and then it happens.  I rake my nails free of her left tit,  Now free my right hand reaches behind the little crazy imp and I grab that lizard like tail of hers and wrench it hard side to side.  "FUCKING  IMP!!!

So sitrep: I'm pulling on that skank Concubines thong which is cutting into her kitty like a garot and still mauling her left breast. While my mauling technique is still solid the fucking bitch has an advantage to my endless shame - her technique is just better. However there is some good news in that she has released my cheek bone, the bad news is how the fuck am I going to explain this injury to my family doctor? As there are now literally indents in the side of my face that match perfectly with Ali's false teeth. What Ali having false teeth was a secret? Oops :)

But enough about Ali's bad oral hygiene, the pain in the side of my face is vexing me. Yes, it hurts but there is also a strange numbness down the side of my face. I think back to my A-Level biology lessons and the cute science teacher I was totally not always crushing on and I remember a lecture about the trigeminal nerve and how damage to that nerve can lead to loss of sensation. Well considering all the relentless scratching me and Ali have inflicted on each other, I suspect this maybe the case.

If so in the here and now it's a handy injury, but in the months and years ahead I will with all honesty probably and bitterly regret this night. However I'm a live for the moment kind of bitch, so let's worry about that later and just concentrate on kicking that skank concubines ass!

Ali unfortunately had other plans and remembering my most beloved friend Erin's previous advice from Halloween, the fucking bitch yanks on my tail...the absolute most sensitive part of a devil. I screamed, I howled in pain and cursed Ali's name:

"ARGH YOU BITCH, YOU FUCKING CONCUBINE BITCH! OW, OW, OWWWWW"

In pain and slightly behind now on points (Only slightly) I suddenly release Ali's thong and make a fist to punch her in face. I swing with all my and rage and I miss! However my sudden movement upsets the equilibrium of the situation and we both slip in the mud. You fall on your back and I fall on top of you, this sudden and unexpected movement results in all our attacks disengaging and we both roll away from each other.

We lay on our backs in the mud and being pummelled by freezing rain we look up in the night sky. In between the claps of thunder, I break the silence and say:

"This is all your fault bitch!"

Oh it felt so GOOD to see that bitch be the one to writhe in pain now.  I wrench at that ratty lizard tail  I go left and right.  I twist  I pull.  She saws more and mauls more and our curses mix in the air and I imagine it turns blue around up.  "YOU DIRTY FUCKING IMP SLUT BAG MOTHER FUCKING......"  Our invective goes on and on.  I gasp as she releases my thong, but I know it's not mercy.  My eyes widen and I duck a punch.  Probably aimed at my nose! We tumble apart after she fall right on top of me.  We locked eyes in that moment and found we could both still blush.  Then she rolled off.  We lay on our back, panting trying to assess all of the new injuries.  I...oh never mind I don't want to type that much.  But the ones mostly on my mind are my throbbing pussy and burning tits...then my face..oh my face....that bitch.  Then she blames ME!!  "WHAT!? I shout. "You're the one that wanted to be alone.  YOU wanted to kidnap me into some  some  bond villian lair you knew about in Storm's house.  YOU..."  I pause for a moment as I see a flash of light blue in the much around me.  I pick it up.  Oh perfect.  It's the i-pod from Storms little playpen.  And it still has power.  I throw it at your chest.  "Here..;listen to some music. 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QlZiGylP1M8

I lay in the mud, I look up at the stars and for a moment I lose myself in the sheer beauty of the universe. Until that infernal iPod powers up again and I'm tormented once more by Stormbolt's anime play list. Never in my life have I encountered someone with such bad taste in music. I feel my blood boil, my rage is making the blood vessels in my brain throb. But then the unexpected happens... I start to laugh:

"Hahaha - Hahaha"

I laugh so much that my belly begins to ache, this response vexes you greatly and in the confusion I'm able to snatch the infernal iPod away from you. You kind of accept it when I use it as a hammer and smash it repeatedly into the ground. Eventually the music stops, we both lay silently and consider the injuries we've received and those we still plan on inflicting. But then the iPod from hell plays the following:

https://youtu.be/fzvTIAqFWgI?si=LHoSD4znNlHGpuZK (https://youtu.be/fzvTIAqFWgI?si=LHoSD4znNlHGpuZK)

So far Ali has enjoyed all of Stormbolt's play list, this offering may finally be the straw that breaks the camel's back. And if she does, if Ali really does enjoy this track... then please send for the men in white coats and let's get this bitch a straight jacket.

I turn my head to the side to observe your reaction to this song and reiterate:

"Ali this is all your fault you bitch! Oh and concubine...go fuck yourself whore!"

I lay listening in puzzelment to the song on Storm's playlist.  "What the fuck is that?  Someone recorded you having sex?"  Your eyes narrow as you see me bobbing my head in time to the "Music"  Then that horn comes in with the sour note and I laugh and laugh. Then of course it ends and you blame me again and tell me to go fuck myself.  I snarl back at you.  "You know what you can feel free to fuck right off you little imp fucktard!  This is all YOUR fault"  I shoot back  then it happens  Storm has...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSkboTTTmpg&list=RDNSkboTTTmpg&start_radio=1

Between us fighting and Stormbolt's playlist from hell, we're doing a splendid job of torturing each other. But to your surprise the last track the IPod from hell played had my tail swinging in beat to the music. We look at each other and snarl, I begin to feel my fingers twitch. My urge to scratch is returning and I suspect so is yours, however this musical interlude is not over yet.

But before Stormbolt's iPod springs back into life you say to me:

"You know what you can feel free to fuck right off you little imp fucktard!  This is all YOUR fault"

"My fault, My fault! You're the bitch who kicked his iPod in the first place! It's you who has unleashed this musical hell! I only decapitated a stuffed Hello Kitty plushie and what the hell is wrong with that? You tasteless harpy!" I reply

And then the damn device starts up again and this time it has a little number from the shores of my home land. I cringe and mutter to myself:

"We have black sabbath, the Beatles, oasis, the Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, The who, Queen... I could go on. So why Storm, why do you have this abomination?"

I begin to sob!

https://youtu.be/Rm9drIwmmU4?si=nN7hROCfzA41yEnu (https://youtu.be/Rm9drIwmmU4?si=nN7hROCfzA41yEnu)

I watch you start to sob my own ears wanting to fall off as I listen to what Storm has done to us.  THAT's why it's all your fault.  You disrespected the kitty and now you're paying the price but I have to listen right along with you because you kidnapped me...AAARRGGHHHH!!  Turn it off!!" We glare at each other and as the song plays like our own little soundtrack from Hell our twitching fingers will not be denied.  We Lunge at each other once more now going back to our roots.  As in hair and trying to rip it the hell out. We crash chest to chest once more and just furiously tear at the hair for a moment...then two moments....

With the iPod menace silenced for now, we can finally get back to the important things in life. Such as trying to rip each other's hair out. We lunge for each other again and bury our hands into each other's hair. Despite both of us having a good clump missing we both have plenty left to pull on. The pain is instantaneous and lights up my scalp, my breathing quickens and my pulse races as the battle begins anew. I sneer at you and say:

"Dirty concubine whore!"

Then with these words ringing in your ears, I take a step into you and press my chest into yours. Our breasts mushroom under the pressure of each others and my challenge is clear. Question is...do your girls want to fight - Bitch?

Finally...FINALLT...the infernal i-pod hello kitty cursed deviced from Hell is quiet. Kate and I are NOT.  We've latched onto each other's hair once more and start to work trying to rip out all that remains.  Kate  say "Dirty concubine whore!"  I say "Dirty Imp slut!!"  ahh pet names.  Then Katie want to be close to me (the I pod flickers).  Kates tits ask mine if they want to fight.  My girls respond yes.  We mushroom together then I roll my shoulders and she does of course.  We move each other's injured tits around on our chests, our nipples catching each other flicking against each other as we both hiss.  I twist at her hair tword the back trying for another clump even as we grinding tits.

two. ho's battling it out, what could be better :)

Arhh Titfighting, there is something rather special about a tit fight, therapeutic even. And around these parts you rarely see girls with chests the size of mine and Ali's fighting. As quite frankly those at top of this game have us hopelessly out gunned. Still I think us more naturally endowed girls should come out from the shadows and titfight more. As dare I say it, oh of course I do! I think us naturally sized girls are way more sexier than those with the big guns! Anyway with my call to arms over with, I refocus my attention on that disgusting Concubine.

I feel you roll your shoulders, your nips maybe hard but so are mine. They clash hard and the sensation I feel is a mixture of pleasure and pain. The mauling we did earlier has left its mark on our girls and left them hypersensitive to stimulation. I take your attack head on and roll my own shoulders in response. Still while our girls argue and fight, we both continue to pull on each other's hair. Our head's get shaken wildly one moment, then the next there static as we pull intensely in just one direction.

However there is an elephant in this room me and Ali have not yet addressed and no, it's not "Dynamite Girl". This elephant is the ground on which we stand, however perhaps mud would be a more adept description. For three days and three nights it's been raining and on Halloween night the worst of the storms rolled in. As mentioned lightning still lights up the sky and thunder claps minutes later. The point to my rambling is that the ground is super slippery and we're standing in it, struggling against each other and violently pulling each other's hair. This is not a good combination and then suddenly...

"Arghhh" screams the both of us as we slip and face plant into the mud. I wipe the mud from my face and raise myself up to my knees, as you do the same. I look at you and scream:

"ARGH I HATE MUD! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU CONCUBINE WHORE!"

We grab each other by our hair and pull again, our girls clash and as I pull on your rats nest I do notice your silk top is still clinging to your waist. As my dress is still clinging to mine, what happens next is inevitable as we suddenly release each other's hair.

We release each other's hair and  look.  We have a bit  of a mind meld.  Our eyes narrow.  We say it at the same time.  "Don't you DARE, bitch!"  Of course, we ignore each other.  We went right for what was left of each other's outfits.  Unfortunately, when silk harem pants get wet they tend to shred like tissues.  Fortunately, a leather dress that has been soaked with Old Jinn, mud and muck, and even better, the tears of an imp also shreds like tissue.  Which caused us both to shriek, again in Unison.  "YOU FUCKING BITCH!!"  Then slaps started to fly across faces and when that didn't stop either of us though they did hurt we targeted each others' tits with the same curved finger slaps.  Then we were in each others' hair again for a five minute rolling session.  Hair was pulled of course.  Nails raked down backs as we struggled for some small advantage to tear away a little more tissue like clothing. At the end when we kicked each other away we scrambled to our knees with nothing left but our thongs.  And the moment I saw your thong, I pounce grabbing it from the front and hauling up on it like I would lift you but it.  "PAYBACK, BITCH!!!" 

"Don't you DARE BITCH!" Those words will forever be etched on my soul. The fact that we said them at the same time in perfect unison, it meant something to me. Maybe I'm a crazy psycho uber bitch? Well actually there is no maybe about that at all. But being on the same page like that for me is really rather romantic in a way. Strange isn't it? Here I am thinking about romance in the middle of one of the nastiest catfights of my life. Yes I'm definitely a strange one for sure.

We both grab hold of each other's outfits and pull like crazy, cheap silk and ruined leather get torn apart like wet tissue. We hurl the remains of each others outfits into the thorny rose bushes nearby. In the excitement of all the tearing you pull apart my last suede boot, another casualty of the old Jinn. However with my dress and last boot gone you see me in my red thong. For a moment it seems like you're drooling, but I suspect that was probably just the rain playing tricks on me.

Anyway with only our thongs left we both scream in unison:

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!!" and then naturally proceed to lunge at each other. The fighting was frenetic and feral, in a very short amount of time we unleashed quite a bit of fury upon each other. Eventually we break apart and on our knees we look at each other, I was half expecting that infernal iPod to start up again but instead you lunge for my thong. You grab it and yank it up with all your might. My face turns an unusual shade of red and I scream:

"Ow, Ow, Owwww you fucking bitch!"

Naturally I had only one course of action, I grab hold of your thong and return the favour. Now we both scream at the top of our lungs. You may of started sooner than me but I have already unleashed this attack once before. So on balance your kitty is probably hurting just a fraction more than mine. However with us both suffering at each other's hands we both begin to mutter the following:

"Please break, please break...oh fuck please break!"

While in our heads we're both thinking:

"Next time I'm wearing that cheap thong from Walmart...Owww for love of god break!"

I have always prided myself on buying quality underware.  No cheap Wal-Mart stuff some Imp would wear.  I'm an idiot.  OWWWWWWWW you fucking slut!!"  I yell yanking  your thong around as you do the same to me.  I've wrapped some of it around my left hand as I tug. Shit.  Fuck.  It hurts!  Bitch got me before.  Anything I do she can do back...maybe.   Oh what would be the most satisfying then.  Through my pain I smile.  I ball my right fist and jab it hard into her face, right at her nose.  Oh it felt good. if other things well...don't. 

On our knees in the mud and filth me and that dirty concubine pull on each other's thongs. The pain is eye watering and while we both regret the life choice of wearing quality branded underwear at this moment. Neither of us will back down, we just pull and pull.

"Ali you bitch, just let go and admit I'm the better woman you fucking whore." I hiss

Of course you ignore me, well actually that's a lie. As seconds later your right fist slams into my nose.  In between the sound of thunder and my screams I think I hear a sickening cracking sound as the punch lands. In this moment my body takes control and as if it has a mind of its own I let go of your thong as I fall backwards onto my pert behind.

My hands reach for my kitty and I try to use what little warmth they have to soothe my pain. You look over me, your sense of smugness has returned and it's etched on your bitch face. My nostrils flare with rage as I shout at you:

"I HATE SMUG YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!"

With my words ringing in your ears I thrust my right foot into your chest and pummel your left breast. You let go of my thong as gravity asserts itself and sends you falling backwards into the mud.

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 05, 2025, 11:46:21 AM
On our knees in the mud and filth me and that dirty concubine pull on each other's thongs. The pain is eye watering and while we both regret the life choice of wearing quality branded underwear at this moment. Neither of us will back down, we just pull and pull.

"Ali you bitch, just let go and admit I'm the better woman you fucking whore." I hiss

Of course you ignore me, well actually that's a lie. As seconds later your right fist slams into my nose.  In between the sound of thunder and my screams I think I hear a sickening cracking sound as the punch lands. In this moment my body takes control and as if it has a mind of its own I let go of your thong as I fall backwards onto my pert behind.

My hands reach for my kitty and I try to use what little warmth they have to soothe my pain. You look over me, your sense of smugness has returned and it's etched on your bitch face. My nostrils flare with rage as I shout at you:

"I HATE SMUG YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!"

With my words ringing in your ears I thrust my right foot into your chest and pummel your left breast. You let go of my thong as gravity asserts itself and sends you falling backwards into the mud.

In the rain and thunder Belladonna wonders over the hill and into the dark woods. She tries not to think about all the fairy tropes she is dealing with the dark woods..."A princess " and a devil fighting, She could be traveling though the woods as the poor waif girl who's delivering treats for family.  Or any number of other roles till it becomes clear she's screwed for an idea as to what to do. So she stands there wondering what to do next?

I won't lie it felt GOOD to hit that pert little nose of hers.  It was almost  ALMOST  worth the crushing kick to my left tit.  My shriek fills the air and I fly back and SPLAT down into the mud and muck.  It's caked on me now.  I groan trying to hold my tit and my pussy at the same time.  I roll on my side and see you gingerly pulling your thong out of your kitty.  I start to do the same and we glare at each other, sullen.  My tit cries out for revenge and I fully intend to get it for my poor battered girl. Then I make a tactical decision and pull the damn thong off so it can't be weaponized again. "Oh you hate smug, do you? Well you're really going to hate the way I look when I'm standing over what's left of you when we're done here.  Too bad you won't get to Bangkok, sweet imp."  There that should give her something to think about while I wait for the throbbing to die down a bit more. 

what a match, and what a quandary

who to cheer on

the red rockem, sockem robot,

or the blue rockem, sockem robot

The sound of Ali shrieking is becoming my new favourite thing, in fact when this is over and I've kicked the skank's ass! I'm totally going to ask her to shriek for me, as it would make the perfect alert for any text messages or what's app messages I get. However that's a job for later, in the here and now I watch that bitch Ali like a hawk. I see her make the decision to remove her thong and I have to admit; that's probably a good call.

Gingerly and carefully I extract my thong from myself and slide it down and off my legs and then hurl it into the rose bushes. Speaking of the rose bushes I would like to apologise to the grounds gardener now; as everything tonight is getting thrown into the rose bushes. But then you say some that makes my ears perk up:

"Oh you hate smug, do you? Well you're really going to hate the way I look when I'm standing over what's left of you when we're done here.  Too bad you won't get to Bangkok, sweet imp."

My mind wanders and I mutter to myself

"Arhh Bangkok, that magical place where Ali can legally <The Censor just died of a heart attack censoring this!> with my horns"

I look glum at the thought of no Bangkok. Still as me and Ali sit in the mud and pouring rain, I try to lighten to moment. Yes I know, it's an odd thought and thing to do in the middle of a catfight but I'm not your average bitch. I turn to Ali and with perfect comic timing I say:

"Did you hear Lexibabe is starting a fashion blog? I said perfect, it can double as a warning label. Lexibabe also asked me the other day if this dress made her look cheap? I said no babe, the dress had help!"

Quote from: lexibabe on November 05, 2025, 09:51:28 PM
what a match, and what a quandary

who to cheer on

the red rockem, sockem robot,

or the blue rockem, sockem robot

Come on Lexibabe, you know I love you and I'm your bestie ;)

PS

You probably shouldn't read my post above this one :o ;D :-*

And with my own perfect comic timing I say. "Who?"  then the infernal i-pod jumps in, adding a rimshot.  "Is that the girl with the jet black hair?" I ask.  Did she design Chistina's dress, the one with pockets for C4 and blasting caps?"  I narrow my eyes at the imp.  Seems like she's stalling for time.  Guess she's waiting for the throbbing to back off also.  My mind drifts back to <censored by the old censor at the cost of his life>  It really is too bad about Bangkok.  Still twitchy fingers will not be denied and my bruise girl is still demanding revenge.  My fingers twitch as I watch Kate closely.  "So is your stand up routine popular in Hell?

Wow oh wow, I've not commented on this diabolical poll up to now because i wanted to see if one or the other was getting on top. Well you've both had spells (spells, get it?) on top and spells on the bottom. You are both fabulous writers with a taste of the macabre. I don't have the first clue who i will vote for when the voting opens but i might just pop along, dig a Kate/Ali sized hole and roll the loser into it, actually, the way this fight is going, i'll make the hole big enough for two.

Sat in the mud, I listen you intently. You ask about Lexibabe and her fashion designs and my stand up routine in hell. I nod along and reply:

*Giggle*

"No Ali, Lexibabe's design aesthetic is more leopard print meets exorcist style vomiting and bright red heels. She tends to avoid blasting caps and such...she has bad taste for sure, epic bad taste in fact! But she's not some third rate Bond villain with an exploding G-string fetish".

"Oh and let's just say this about my standup routine and whether or not it's popular in hell. Every time I try it, the big boss man sends me to the cell of a well known 1930's / 1940's dictator."

It's at this moment I have an epiphany, my stand up routine sucks - Lexibabe jokes are not cool! I look glum, while you giggle uncontrollably. Still this little break has been worth it, yes it cost the life of the censor "Old Man Withers" but that's a small price to pay. Besides I'm happy to report a new censor has joined the team - "Old Man Geoff"

I look up to the havens and call out:

"Heh Old man Geoff! I look forward to working with you. Me and Ali will try to not take up too much of your time".

Anyway with a new censor on board to deal with Ali's filth it's time to get this party started. And yes it is Ali's filth...as apparently I'm a good girl or so I was recently told ;)

I rise up from the mud and face you, my eyes are cold and my expression is void of love - the fun is gone. I snarl at you, as I say:

"Get the fuck up you concubine whore!"

Quote from: Erin Lee on November 06, 2025, 10:46:59 AM
Wow oh wow, I've not commented on this diabolical poll up to now because i wanted to see if one or the other was getting on top. Well you've both had spells (spells, get it?) on top and spells on the bottom. You are both fabulous writers with a taste of the macabre. I don't have the first clue who i will vote for when the voting opens but i might just pop along, dig a Kate/Ali sized hole and roll the loser into it, actually, the way this fight is going, i'll make the hole big enough for two.

I can see it all now...

Erin and Igor (Igor actually being Bella) arrive on a rickety old cart drawn by a beautiful white horse. Inside the cart is one shovel, a very comfy chair and a lot of gin. Erin instructs Igor (Bella) to unload while she searches for a good place to setup camp. Eventually Igor (Bella) sets up camp while Erin supervises her closely. With the camp setup Erin can at last start studying the fight and tediously get to work drinking the gin. While Igor (Bella) gets to play in the mud digging two holes, as Erin does all the hard work ;D

And yes Bella...I'm sorry, so sorry. But you have a new nickname :o

Don't you Igor?

Muhaha...

Xoxo
Kate xx

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 06, 2025, 02:01:05 PM

Quote from: Erin Lee on November 06, 2025, 10:46:59 AM
Wow oh wow, I've not commented on this diabolical poll up to now because i wanted to see if one or the other was getting on top. Well you've both had spells (spells, get it?) on top and spells on the bottom. You are both fabulous writers with a taste of the macabre. I don't have the first clue who i will vote for when the voting opens but i might just pop along, dig a Kate/Ali sized hole and roll the loser into it, actually, the way this fight is going, i'll make the hole big enough for two.

I can see it all now...

Erin and Igor (Igor actually being Bella) arrive on a rickety old cart drawn by a beautiful white horse. Inside the cart is one shovel, a very comfy chair and a lot of gin. Erin instructs Igor (Bella) to unload while she searches for a good place to setup camp. Eventually Igor (Bella) sets up camp while Erin supervises her closely. With the camp setup Erin can at last start studying the fight and tediously get to work drinking the gin. While Igor (Bella) gets to play in the mud digging two holes, while Erin does all the work ;D

And yes Bella...I'm sorry, so sorry. But you have a new nickname :o

Don't you Igor?

Muhaha...

Xoxo
Kate xx

As Erin plays the "Good Doctor" the true hero of the story "Igor" played by a confused  Blonde bombshell Belladonna. Who only agreed to this for a ride and the chance to find out what happened during her blackout. Plus the cloak kept her dry. So she dug in the mud wondering if this was really better then following a rabbit deeper into the woods.

" hurry up with that hole I need the body fresh, and it doesn't get fresher then Kate flesh!"[/color]

Bella just digs muttering to herself about bitches and what she could do with her orders as she finishes the hole and lighting Crashes behind Erin who has her goggles down cackling like a mad woman. Bella does her part and climbs out of the hole and dances around the "mad doctor" as she begins to play. Trying to sooth the savage beast. Of course she can't play, but that is not in the evil toady rules. Its more do what your told, and eat a birch slap defending the doctor \boss. Which she would do pitchforks and torches.were someone else....

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 06, 2025, 02:55:52 PM
LOL, dont know how you got elected to dig holes Bella.  Just be thankful the ground is saturated.

Not true, if the ground is too wet (And it is) the sides of the hole will keep collapsing in on our beloved Igor :)

https://youtu.be/HWq5r7sQ2nE?si=FvxNnXwTrRwJ9WjY (https://youtu.be/HWq5r7sQ2nE?si=FvxNnXwTrRwJ9WjY)

Xoxo
Kate

Quote from: Erin Lee on November 06, 2025, 10:46:59 AM
Wow oh wow, I've not commented on this diabolical poll up to now because i wanted to see if one or the other was getting on top. Well you've both had spells (spells, get it?) on top and spells on the bottom. You are both fabulous writers with a taste of the macabre. I don't have the first clue who i will vote for when the voting opens but i might just pop along, dig a Kate/Ali sized hole and roll the loser into it, actually, the way this fight is going, i'll make the hole big enough for two.

Just remember to leave a few extra inches for the horns!   ;D  Oh and thanks for the tip about her tail.  It's coming in handy.   :)

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 06, 2025, 03:48:55 PM

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 06, 2025, 02:55:52 PM
LOL, dont know how you got elected to dig holes Bella.  Just be thankful the ground is saturated.

Not true, if the ground is too wet (And it is) the sides of the hole will keep collapsing in on our beloved Igor :)

https://youtu.be/HWq5r7sQ2nE?si=FvxNnXwTrRwJ9WjY (https://youtu.be/HWq5r7sQ2nE?si=FvxNnXwTrRwJ9WjY)

Xoxo
Kate  Did Rcik Astley end up in Hell?   ;D

My giggles over your failed stand up career were not actually giggles they were gales of laughter.  I also suspect that this Lexibabe person may be responsible for Nyteshade's dress.  But then you stand up all cold the levity all gone.  My answering grin is feral as I rise up from the muck.  "oh the little Imp whore wants some more.  I got plenty left, sweetheart!"  We circle each other now hands up like claws slightly bent.  Our total nudity is adding a new dynamic to our already intense catfight.  Now I feel even more driven to ruin the bitch in front of me.  We snarl and spring at each other, our mush abused tits the target once more.  We claw at each other harder than ever.  I dig in around your nipples as you pinch down on mine.  I drive mt thumbnails up as before.  Our shrieks set all the dogs off again.  The new censor Geoff scrambles and decides this is above his pay grade.  I cry out as you twist the tit you just bruised with your kick. I curse your name and you very existence  and pull your tits in opposite directions as I fire a knee at your recently wedgied pussy.  The fight seems to have picked up in it's intensity now. 

Oh this is a good fight I love it hard luck a side

Quote from: Nataliefightsyou on November 07, 2025, 11:48:49 AM
Oh this is a good fight I love it hard luck a side

I'm glad you're enjoying this poll Natalie, for me these are the type of poll fights I enjoy most. Ones where we both give as good as each other and when the vote is finally revealed at the end, the winner can end things in a manner of her choosing. Much more exciting than watching a poll where the winner is already known within the first few days.

Anyway now's a good time to remind people that voting will open tomorrow :)

Xoxo
Kate

By the way Natalie...after this poll, shall we dance? *Giggle*

Quote from: Alifightz on November 07, 2025, 03:26:00 AM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 06, 2025, 03:48:55 PM

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 06, 2025, 02:55:52 PM
LOL, dont know how you got elected to dig holes Bella.  Just be thankful the ground is saturated.

Not true, if the ground is too wet (And it is) the sides of the hole will keep collapsing in on our beloved Igor :)

https://youtu.be/HWq5r7sQ2nE?si=FvxNnXwTrRwJ9WjY (https://youtu.be/HWq5r7sQ2nE?si=FvxNnXwTrRwJ9WjY)

Xoxo
Kate  Did Rcik Astley end up in Hell?   ;D

Not yet...and the jury is out on his soul. But at the very least this song belongs there :)

I watch you rise to your feet and immediately we begin to circle each other. Rain falls hard on our naked bodies. We briefly share a giggle about Nyteshade and her ugly dress but that moment of levity soon passes. Suddenly however we hear the sound of a horse, we glance to the east and see Erin Lee and her cousin Bella unloading a horse drawn cart. Erin has her hands full supervising Bella and we giggle as she calls Bella "Igor".

Eventually Erin is setup in a comfy chair and a well secured tent keeps her in relative comfort. This is tier one level glamping by Erin... however ominously while Erin drinks her gin. Bella (Igor) begins playing in the mud and digging holes, Bella clearly is enjoying this moment and is seemingly humming "Whistle While you work" as she gets to the shovelling.

However now we have a spectator...well one spectator and her henchwoman. The pressure is on me and you to put on a show that satisfies Erin's lust for carnage. Our start is promising as a cheering and slightly tipsy Erin nearly falls out of her chair in the excitement of seeing us lunge for each other's tits. Our naked bodies collide and through gritted teeth I hiss:

"Fucking concubine whore!"

You snarl at me in return and dig your nails into my breasts, however this time I'm able to mirror your attack and for the first time you feel my nails cutting into the underside of your breasts. The pain is immediate and traumatic for the both of us, we both howl in pain:

"Argh Ow, Ow, Ow...."

Tipsy Erin enjoying the performance and sounds of our screams so much waves her arms in the air as if she was conducting an orchestra. So excited she is, she nearly spills her now legendary gin. This near travesty calms her down a little and instead of arms waving; we get a right ankle swaying in rhythm to our collective screams while she hums to herself this track:

https://youtu.be/QGsevnbItdU?si=_aCegT7M1i89JXsW (https://youtu.be/QGsevnbItdU?si=_aCegT7M1i89JXsW)

Meanwhile with our hands still digging into each other's breasts like a bird of prey's talons, you thrust a knee towards my kitty.

*Thud*

"Ow you bitch!" I scream...

My face contorts in pain and I strike your kitty back with my knee. Now it's your turn to scream and scream in pain you do. However the die has been cast and we both frantically send our knees towards each other until the inevitable occurs. At the exact same time we thrust our right knees towards each other and the collision is, well I will let Ali describe the collision. But clashing kneecaps is never fun.

Meanwhile under the cover of her tent, Erin can be heard singing:

"knocking you out like a lullaby
Hear that sound ringing in your mind
Better sit down for the show
'Cause I'm gonna show you how it's done, done, done"

Bella however still digging quips:

"You think K-pop Demon Hunters is bad? You should have heard Erin singing during her Frozen era".

With the two of locked in body shredding combat, Erin's song rings out across the mud and muck, having an effect on us for a moment as we start to knee each other right in the kitty in time to the music.  The last "Done done..DONE!" is especially punishing for both of us to first to dones where hard then the last one well, the last ones where were we both had the idea "OK I'm going to NAIL this bitch..."  Or course we do..at the same time.  Two loud pain and anger filled shrieks pierce the humid air and our form can be seen sinking down to our knees heads falling on each other's shoulders.  Our hands fall away from each other's tits, now starting to look a bit tattered.  But we're not down as our fingers tangle in each others' hair.  Nails at scalps as we pulling.  Pressing and grinding our poor battered girls into each other as we pant into each others' ear.  "Gonna rip yer tits off, concubine whore!"  "Try it while I'm digging your pussy out, imp slut!"  This pleasent interlude is sort of letting us try to recover from the mauling and kneeing we've just gotten.  If I can.  It's time for a tactic I have only been thinking about.  "In case of emergency, break glass" sort of deal.  I pull on what's left of your hair twisting at you head.  Now, I won't take the pointy end in my mouth but A good bite into the side of that cute little horn...At the same time one hand claws down your back to your tail which I grab and yank side to side.  Back at her tent, Erin's music continues going to the veyr appropriately tittles song "Let it GO"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0MK7qz13bU&list=RDL0MK7qz13bU&start_radio=1

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 07, 2025, 12:39:19 PM

Quote from: Alifightz on November 07, 2025, 03:26:00 AM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 06, 2025, 03:48:55 PM

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 06, 2025, 02:55:52 PM
LOL, dont know how you got elected to dig holes Bella.  Just be thankful the ground is saturated.

Not true, if the ground is too wet (And it is) the sides of the hole will keep collapsing in on our beloved Igor :)

https://youtu.be/HWq5r7sQ2nE?si=FvxNnXwTrRwJ9WjY (https://youtu.be/HWq5r7sQ2nE?si=FvxNnXwTrRwJ9WjY)

Xoxo
Kate  Did Rcik Astley end up in Hell?   ;D

Not yet...and the jury is out on his soul. But at the very least this song belongs there :)

A hastage exchange might be in order.  Release that song and we'll give you this one.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oofSnsGkops&list=RDoofSnsGkops&start_radio=1

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 07, 2025, 03:45:01 PM

Quote from: Alifightz on November 07, 2025, 03:07:02 PM
Erin's music continues going to the veyr appropriately tittles song "Let it GO"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0MK7qz13bU&list=RDL0MK7qz13bU&start_radio=1

I refuse to click THAT, sneaky sneaky.  Already 1 Rick Rolled attempt.

hehe  Just let it go TC.  lol

Hmm and people think romance is dead...

Hands buried in each other's hair we both pull and tear out more precious locks, meanwhile in the background Erin has moved on from "K-pop Demon Hunters" and is now belting out "Let it go". The unfortunate Bella stuck in ground zero can just cover her ears and prey for divine intervention, but more realistically sooner or later Erin will rest her voice and get back to the hard work of guzzling copious amounts of gin.

However as my sore and injured tits clash with Ali's; the bitch enacts a plan so devious that I'm surprised "Old Man Geoff" let it go. Maybe he's a fan of Erin's singing? Well there had to one! Still feeling your teeth sink into my horns was not on my 2025 catfighting bingo card, so congratulations for that Ali. But wait...there's more and this one's a screamer!!! The bitch not content with sinking her teeth into my horns, the bitch also claws my back and eventually yanks on my tail. Oh and yes there is the trivial matter of her yanking on my hair as well.

The pain of these combined attacks is extraordinary, so much so Erin's musical number suddenly becomes a unexpected duet, well kind of:

"Argh..Let it go, ow, let ow it go,
Can't hold it back anymore...ARHHHHHH
Ow Let it go Ali, Eek Let it go...Ow, Ow, Owwwwwwww"

In this unexpected moment a new singing champion enters the field, Erin loses her crown as the worst singer in existence and a new champ is born - ME!!!

It's at this stage you realise the error of ways...I hear you mutter:

"I wanted to fucking hurt the bitch, not get her in a fucking duet with Erin! Oh God my ears!!"

My situation however is grim, the pain I feel has reduced me to cosplaying Erin who was cosplaying Elsa from frozen. However as established unlike Elsa me and Erin are hopeless singers. I need a way out of this mess and I need it quickly.

It was just then three strange men appeared, I fucked them all and received the holy hand grenade of Antioch...lol I'm kidding :P

Actually what happened is I unleash my hands from your hair and instead indulge in a little psychological warfare. I take my hands and position my nails directly over your eyes. Then in between my bad rendition of "Let it go" I just manage to say:

"Think very carefully Ow, Ow, Ow...about what, argh you're doing to me bitch! Then Arghh Owww tell me I won't do it you fucking god damn whore! Now Let it go, let it go....argh! I can't hold back my nails anymore!"

I feel alright about my position.  In spite of the vocal duet af Erin and Kate.  then her claws are over my eyes.  I feel a chill,  my heart thuds in my chest.  A chest that hurts because of the constant clashing of my clawed up tits with Kate's  "Ok now that's really fucked up!"  I gasp. I have no choice but to release the horn and the tail.  for now.  The my claws shoot over her eyes as I feel a cold rage.   "You wanna do this bitch?"  I hiss.  I wasn't going to ge here because I want you to see what I fucking do to you. Now you can lower your nails and I'll lower mine.  But if yours so much as twitch I'll be clawing too and we can finish in the dark.  What's it going to be?" I'm fighting to hold my voice steady as my heart thuds in my chest waiting for her to respond. 

It's a Mexican stand off and one which neither of us can win. We both know we must back down, however while we both accept the inevitable... we're both rather stubborn about who lowers her claws first.

"Lower those fucking claws Ali, I'm warning you bitch" I demand

"Fuck you Kate, fuck you! You lower yours first you psycho IMP!" Now you demand

"Ha you're the one who started this! You lower yours first!" I demand again

"Are you demented IMP? You raised your claws to my eyes first bitch!" You reply.

"And why the fuck did I do that? Biting my horns, Pulling my hair and my fucking tail. That was nasty Ali, that was nasty even for you bitch!" I snarl

"Nasty, you're complaining about things being nasty? We're having a fucking catfight you dumb bitch! What the fuck do you expect? That we braid each other's hair over a cup of tea?" You snap back

Your last retort was kind of a critical hit, as I have been known to say quite often "There are no rules in a catfight" which while yes, it's a great sound bite but not strictly true. There are the unwritten rules with number one being we don't intentionally go for each other's eyes. So yeah... critical fucking hit. However I'm not done arguing yet.

"My horns are not for biting bitch! That was low...really fucking low! Now lower your god damn fucking claws first!" I demand with my fingers twitching.

"Lower yours you fucking IMP!" You demand with now your fingers twitching.

Suddenly we both sigh...

"Ok, on the count of three we both lower our claws. I assume you can count that high concubine?" I hiss

"Oh fuck you and just count you fucking low level bottom feeder IMP!" You retort.

We both take a deep breath and then in unison we both count:

"One - Two - Three"

We both lower our claws, the imminent danger has passed. We stare at each other and suddenly we both lash out and push each other's shoulders; which with hindsight was a mistake. With the ground a mixture of mud and rain water we both slip and again we fall into the mud. As an amused Erin and Bella crackle together in the distance.

My heart slows from it's previous racing pace.  For a moment.  With the danger past we glare sullenly again the we lunge for each other and down into the muck we go.  Almost instantly we are in another hair pulling catball made of tangle limbs flying strands of hair and nails and teeth.  oh and curses of course.  :You fucking IMP slut!"  "I bald you, you concubine whore!!"  Imp bitch how did you count to three on your tits?"  We're locked in tight legs tangled, tits wounded and grinding hard and both losing more locks   and more locks   and then some more when it happens.  We get a slow vicious twisting grip and it's a slow ripping out of another clump of each others' hair!  OMIGAWD!!  I shriek as I see what's in your hair as I hold up what I have, my eyes full of tears and my scalp on fire

We fall on the ground and almost immediately we transition into another hate filled catball. Out limbs flail and our bodies come together as we connect ourselves together as tightly as we can. We spit out insults at the speed of a rapid fire machine gun.

"IMP your singing makes Erin sound like a fucking angel in comparison!" You sneer

"Touché Concubine, touché." Is all I can respond with.

Yes; Erin's singing is a crime against nature. In human terms her singing is akin to 1st degree murder. However my singing would be enough to land me in The Hague on a war crimes charge. Still enough about mine and Erin's singing voices, let's focus on the competition to pull each others hair out and after a good few minutes of pulling we both hear a sickening rip. Our heads feel lighter and rain water suddenly feels more impactful.

We both feel sick as we look at the contents of each others hands. Meanwhile a now very tipsy Erin shouts out:

"Ole"

Even Bella stops playing at digging holes in the mud to cheer and perform a happy dance. However back at the catball we were both far from ready to perform a happy dance, in fact quite the opposite. Together we both cry out:

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!

We toss each other's hair in the overgrown roses and furiously grab each other by the throat and start choking each other. The red mist has us both in its grasp and for a moment it looked like Bella's hard work would pay dividends...until however the infernal iPod stops us in our tracks with this beauty from the Stormbolt play list from hell.

https://youtu.be/UvjLgjtJKsc?si=V8DhZXni9Y6EkPQo (https://youtu.be/UvjLgjtJKsc?si=V8DhZXni9Y6EkPQo)

Still as the song gets underway we both sigh and say:

"At least it's not Erin singing."

We both slimp back into the mud drained for a moment after trying to strangle each other.  The infernal i pod springing to like extended our fight it would seem.  Either eay it has been an exhausting and damaging last few rounds.  "C'est le vie."  I say.  "If you sing this it would be "C'est le guerre." I quip and splat back down into the mud, the splashing sound I hear a moment later telling me you did the same.  "I'll make you pay for that you concubine whore...in a minute."  I lay back still.  "Take your time, Imp slut.  Rest up  I'll ruin you when you're ready."  I run my hands through what's left of my hair and snarl to myself when loose strands slip out into the mud.  More food for the rose bushes.  I wonder how they'll respond to skeezy imp?  Just them the infernal ipod blurts out this gem.  Old man Geoff the censor's trigger finger itches as he processes it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=npjF032TDDQ&list=RDnpjF032TDDQ&start_radio=1

Voting is now officially open and the result will be revealed at the end of the poll :)

Oh and Ali, thanks for being part of such an amazing partner in this fight  :-*

But i will still kick your ass bitch!

*Grrrrrrr goes my stomach*

You raise an eyebrow as the sound of my stomach growling startles you, meanwhile I blush with embarrassment and muse.

"Tacos, why did it have to be Tacos! Thanks Stormbolt - now I'm fucking hungry."

"Arhh IMP you're cute when you blush. But wasn't the whole stomach rumbling followed by blushing just a little too anime?" You tease

"Don't you go there Ali, I'm not an Otaku like Stormbolt! I'm not!" I protest, however unconvinced you look at me with suspicion in your eyes and start giggling to yourself. Enraged by this anime themed smear on my character, I pick up a handful of mud and hurl it at you.

"You fucking bitch." You snarl as you now hurl a handful of mud at me. We both keep picking up mud and hurling it at each other. However not content with slinging mud at each other, soon the name calling begins:

"Fucking concubine whore!" I snarl

"Dirty IMP slut!" You reply.

Back and forth we go, mud - insult! Insult - mud! Until finally we lunge at each other, we both grab hold of what little hair we had left and begin to pull. Our breasts beaten and sore began to rub together again. We begin rolling around in the mud, as our legs tie themselves up in knots. It's then the accursed iPod fires up and plays:

https://youtu.be/GlpDf6XX_j0?si=nP2FsANNEbf-IJB6 (https://youtu.be/GlpDf6XX_j0?si=nP2FsANNEbf-IJB6)

With this notorious French love song playing, me and Ali release each other's hair and furiously begin to claw at the sides of each other's faces....

*Giggle*

And who says romance is dead :o

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 08, 2025, 02:55:27 PM
*Grrrrrrr goes my stomach*

You raise an eyebrow as the sound of my stomach growling startles you, meanwhile I blush with embarrassment and muse.

"Tacos, why did it have to be Tacos! Thanks Stormbolt - now I'm fucking hungry."

"Arhh IMP you're cute when you blush. But wasn't the whole stomach rumbling followed by blushing just a little too anime?" You tease

"Don't you go there Ali, I'm not an Otaku like Stormbolt! I'm not!" I protest, however unconvinced you look at me with suspicion in your eyes and start giggling to yourself. Enraged by this anime themed smear on my character, I pick up a handful of mud and hurl it at you.

"You fucking bitch." You snarl as you now hurl a handful of mud at me. We both keep picking up mud and hurling it at each other. However not content with slinging mud at each other, soon the name calling begins:

"Fucking concubine whore!" I snarl

"Dirty IMP slut!" You reply.

Back and forth we go, mud - insult! Insult - mud! Until finally we lunge at each other, we both grab hold of what little hair we had left and begin to pull. Our breasts beaten and sore began to rub together again. We begin rolling around in the mud, as our legs tie themselves up in knots. It's then the accursed iPod fires up and plays:

https://youtu.be/GlpDf6XX_j0?si=nP2FsANNEbf-IJB6 (https://youtu.be/GlpDf6XX_j0?si=nP2FsANNEbf-IJB6)

With this notorious French love song playing, me and Ali release each other's hair and furiously begin to claw at the sides of each other's faces....

*Giggle*

And who says romance is dead :o

As the cat ball nears the hole Dr Erin lee cackles  with glee as a flash of lightning  stakes a tree the sound of which frightens the  horse  and that upsets the wagon and sending Erin Lee on to her butt. Making Bella choose between calming the horse or helping Erin right away with out a thought she you the House. Then goes to check on " The good doctor " who is standing outside the wagon looking annoyed as  Bella approaches looking nervous... Knowing the temper of Dr. Leenstein

As Kate and I roll through the muck and mud we become concerned about the amount of hair that is being tossed into the thorny rose bushes.  We mutually decide that losing a bit more skin would be better for now so we start in on clawing each other's face, leaving the center free so we can talk.  "Fucking whore!  Dirty skank!" and other pleasantries.  Meanwhile a new tension has developed.  The infernal Stormbolt i-pod has started to moan in French.  Geoff the old man censor has now <Censored> the moaning much to the i=pods annoyance.  The song is now one long <Bleep>  Geoff did this because moaning is dirty, but FRENCH moaning must be filthy because, well, it's FRENCH.  The I pod displays and angry face emoji on it's little screen.  Geoff stares at the emoji.  The emoji stares back.  The bleep ends.  Geoff waits, his finger of the censor button as a little spinning circle forms ot the tiny screen,,,then..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qN72LEQnaU&list=RD1qN72LEQnaU&start_radio=1
  Geoff is powerless.  There anre no words to bleep at least not for awhile.  and they're just hamsters.  Gerbils now gerbils...oh yeah  and wombats.  of course but hamsters?  Geoff gives up in disgust.
      Kate and I however are not giving up.  we're still clawing at the sides of our faces.  We decide the the centers need attention also.  In keep with Kate's romantic mood we kiss.  The kind with teeth in it.  We each capture a lip in siad teeth and pull back.  I got her lower lip and she has my upper.  We stretch them out and shake our heads.  Kate snarls at me as we free out lips from each other's teeth.  "YOU DIRTY CONCUBINE>>>WHAT THE FUCK?"  That last is because i rudely lunged in while she was talking and bit her nose. 

After Kates critique of my singing voice i'm inclined to vote for Ali...just sayin

Old Man Geoff comes out swinging and censors that notorious French love song just because it's French. Being of English decent I can't help but smile and approve Geoff's actions. However the Hamster song was honestly a let down, but what would you expect from Stormbolt's iPod by this stage. His personal playlists are so bad, they truly do belong in hell.

Anyway back with me and Ali, we continue to claw at each other's faces in a display of sheer insanity. What has been witnessed tonight is not really catfighting, no this is a rare example of two rivals who just say "Fuck it" and unleash with zero concern for the consequences. Maybe the magic of Halloween night stirred something deep within myself and Ali? Either way...one day we will clash again but that time you will see a very different Kate and very different Ali for sure. This prospect excites old man Geoff who reaches for his heart medication.

Speaking of heart medication, for a moment I wonder if I needed to be on some when you suddenly bring your lips towards mine; for a moment I pause and think "She's really quite pretty for a whore." That is of course until the bitch starts biting my lips, naturally I lock my teeth on hers as well and we have a rather painful tug of war that leaves us both scarred and bloody. I scream at you:

"YOU DIRTY CONCUBINE>>>WHAT THE FUCK!!!"

It's at this moment you bite my nose. I scream in pain...

"Argh you fucking bitch! Ow, Ow, Owwww".

I'm infuriated, my mind races with thoughts of "Biting my nose! What a fucking Skank! Who does shit like that? What a cxnt!". And yes... *Giggle*.

"Hypocrisy, thou art myself."

It was in this moment I knew it was finally time, I call upon Geoff to go and get himself a coffee. With the censor on break the time has finally come, I slide my right hand between us and sink my nails deep into your kitty. I dig into your labia and begin to pull and twist on it. Thankfully it's all so loose down there, I can really bring the pain. Your face starts turning a shade of burgundy as your rage builds and you scream at the top of your lungs. Your screams are so loud that yes the dogs start to bark and Bella even turns to Erin to check that the noise was in fact not her singing again :o

Quote from: Erin Lee on November 09, 2025, 11:33:30 AM
After Kates critique of my singing voice i'm inclined to vote for Ali...just sayin

Yeah and I've kind of done it again...well you know what they say Erin?

In for a penny, in for a pound.

why do I think even this poll, may not settle things between these two, {fantastic. btw}

Quote from: lexibabe on November 09, 2025, 10:17:19 PM
why do I think even this poll, may not settle things between these two, {fantastic. btw}

This poll while a lot of fun is definitely on the unrealistic spectrum of a catfight, me and Ali are unleashing and fighting in an insane manner. However this fits as a continuation for the events of Halloween :)

And yes, I definitely do want to fight Ali again sometime where we can have a more grounded and realistic catfight. Where we try to outdo and out manoeuvre each other with our words. Something where every sentence has the potential to be a trap. This poll fight is like a frantic game of checkers and I've loved every second of it...but I also want to play chess with Ali and soon  :-*

Xoxo
Kate

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 12:26:39 AM

Quote from: lexibabe on November 09, 2025, 10:17:19 PM
why do I think even this poll, may not settle things between these two, {fantastic. btw}

This poll while a lot of fun is definitely on the unrealistic spectrum of a catfight, me and Ali are unleashing and fighting in an insane manner. However this fits as a continuation for the events of Halloween :)

And yes, I definitely do want to fight Ali again sometime where we can have a more grounded and realistic catfight. Where we try to outdo and out manoeuvre each other with our words. Something where every sentence has the potential to be a trap. This poll fight is like a frantic game of checkers and I've loved every second of it...but I also want to play chess with Ali and soon  :-*

Xoxo
Kate

Chess..that's the one with the horsies, right?

Quote from: Alifightz on November 10, 2025, 01:08:10 AM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 12:26:39 AM

Quote from: lexibabe on November 09, 2025, 10:17:19 PM
why do I think even this poll, may not settle things between these two, {fantastic. btw}

This poll while a lot of fun is definitely on the unrealistic spectrum of a catfight, me and Ali are unleashing and fighting in an insane manner. However this fits as a continuation for the events of Halloween :)

And yes, I definitely do want to fight Ali again sometime where we can have a more grounded and realistic catfight. Where we try to outdo and out manoeuvre each other with our words. Something where every sentence has the potential to be a trap. This poll fight is like a frantic game of checkers and I've loved every second of it...but I also want to play chess with Ali and soon  :-*

Xoxo
Kate

Chess..that's the one with the horsies, right?

Right  :-*

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 01:11:29 AM

Quote from: Alifightz on November 10, 2025, 01:08:10 AM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 12:26:39 AM

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why do I think even this poll, may not settle things between these two, {fantastic. btw}
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This poll while a lot of fun is definitely on the unrealistic spectrum of a catfight, me and Ali are unleashing and fighting in an insane manner. However this fits as a continuation for the events of Halloween :)

And yes, I definitely do want to fight Ali again sometime where we can have a more grounded and realistic catfight. Where we try to outdo and out manoeuvre each other with our words. Something where every sentence has the potential to be a trap. This poll fight is like a frantic game of checkers and I've loved every second of it...but I also want to play chess with Ali and soon  :-*

Xoxo
Kate

Chess..that's the one with the horsies, right?

Right  :-*

I'll get a home run in no time! 

Old man Geoff takes a long coffee break and puts his feet up.  The infernal i-pod goes silent, just displaying a smiley face emoji..with eyes that move.  For my part  well I am red and writing in pain.  I try to pull the talons off my twat to no avail as they have hooked in.  "FINE!!"  I cry out and my right hand spears nails into Kate's kitty.  I pinch, I twist and dig.  "THis is what you want, bitch?"  I can see by the redness of your own face...and the flushing of your horns...that I'm having some effect.  I was worried as one of your sexual partners was USS Enterprise.  (The aforementioned CV-6.  Yes, Kate is older than she looks.  I mean the crew, not  the ship herself.  Probably.) "Fucking dirty imp slut!!"  Kiss my ass you filthy concubine WHORE!!"  TWIST  EEEEEEEEEE.  That's more of less the way it goes for awhile.until I slap my left hand to Kate's right tit so it can join in the fun!

M.A.D. Mutually Assured Destruction was until tonight a theory which kept the human race from annihilating itself. For the entirety of the Cold War and beyond world leaders have understood the folly of engaging in and raging a savage war neither side can possibly survive. However with me and Ali, it appears neither of us got the memo - well we certainly didn't read it; did we?

As despite the breaks brought about by Stormbolts iPod we have systematically ruined and thrashed each other. With the last proverbial red line now crossed truly nothing is off limits and myself and Ali have fully embraced the insanity of the moment. With hands thrust between each other's thighs we both butcher and maul each other's puss. Our nails claw, pinch and twist our most sensitive of areas. We both scream and cry as the pain lights up every nerve in our bodies. In fact we're in so much pain our nervous systems are at risk of systemic collapse. At best we may faint, go into shock or even suffer a life threatening cardiac event. Now that last one is not going happen, this is a family catfight - no dead bodies will be found here tonight. An annoyed Igor (Bella) hurls her shovel to the ground in frustration. In fact Bella gets so annoyed that she starts drinking Erin's gin and as Bella keeps telling me, she doesn't even like gin.

Erin is beside herself, she is extremely territorial about her gin :o She and Bella begin a tug of war over the bottle. They stumble about and leave the comfort of Erin's tent, in the rain and mud they grapple and struggle with each other...until oops. They both slip and experience a mud bath, where they continue to fight with renewed intensity. I could say more about this...but I think Bella and Erin should take over the pen ;)

So back with me and Ali we continue to attack each other's puss and then suddenly I feel my chest light up like a Christmas tree but not with pretty light but pain, as that fucking bitch Ali slaps my tit and digs in her nails.

"Arghh you concubine whore!!! I hate you!!!" I scream and then with my own free hand I thrust a handful of mud into Ali's face. The sudden mud attack while not a new tactic was unexpected and as you cough out the grit, the dirt and a cute little worm. I take the opportunity to sink my teeth into the right cheek of your face! This attack is clearly a little payback for earlier and as my teeth sink in.

I sure hope Kate loses!

Quote from: Dazzling Diana on November 10, 2025, 12:34:25 PM
I sure hope Kate loses!

We shall see bitch!

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 10, 2025, 01:38:47 PM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 12:39:25 PM

Quote from: Dazzling Diana on November 10, 2025, 12:34:25 PM
I sure hope Kate loses!

We shall see bitch!

No respect Kate, just no respect.

Diana's opinion means nothing to me, her thoughts are as insightful as a toddler's tantrum. Frankly speaking she's such a bore; I can't even be bothered to talk trash about her!

Personally I would much rather talk about how brilliant and talented Ali is and I will after the poll... no matter the result :)

Xoxo
Kate

Kate splats mud in my face leaving me with a problem.  I can't hurt that cute little worm.  I'm not a monster! I think to myself as I dig my claws in and twist Kate's mound.  I carefully spit out poor little BellaIgor and set him or her (or both) On their way leaving Kate room to dig her teeth into my cheek making me cry out in pain.  "Dirty, filthy fucker of ducks!" I cry out in confused pain. losing my grip on her tit.  But I just dig harder at her puss.  She doesn't let up on mine.  I reach back as we start to fall into the mud. I twist my burning face into her shoulder my teeth finding skin to bite as I latch onto tail AND puss as we try to bury each other in the mud and muck.  We don't notice Bella and Erin roll into one of the hold Bella was digging.  The infernal I=pod does though and displaying a ROFL emoji. 

"Dirty, filthy fucker of ducks!" Are words that I never ever thought I would hear ringing in my ears. I'm bemused, this is a serious moment in our fight... yet I want to laugh. Instead I satisfy myself with a cheesy quip:

"That's quackers Ali!"

And yes that joke was fowl.

Anyway with me using up the remainder of my yearly bad joke quota, I feel your hand release my tit. However you just redouble your efforts and attack my puss with renewed vigour. The pain is excruciating, my eyes water while my nails drill themselves deeper inside your puss. Just when I think I've got your slippery clit where my nails want it, you fall backwards into the mud and drag me along for the ride. Suddenly I feel your teeth latch into my shoulder, while you grab hold of my tail and pull. My lungs ready themselves to scream in pain... but instead you dunk my head in the mud. I halt all my attacks and use my hands to try and push myself out of the mud. I struggle and strain against you but ultimately I'm successful and raise my head out of the mud just in time to see the infernal iPod display "ROFL".

I smile and get ready to dunk your head in the mud...when suddenly we both here:

https://youtu.be/f8hT3oDDf6c?si=BwR8kKO0XXej1tkE (https://youtu.be/f8hT3oDDf6c?si=BwR8kKO0XXej1tkE)

This can't be coincidence and I don't think it's old man Geoff. So as this story goes all Mulder and Scully...I ask? Who would mock Erin and Bella for being down in a hole? I ponder this question but as I do...you dunk me face first in the mud again!

Oh It was a CLOSE thing.  Our nails were digging in deep and we nearly had each other.  She nearly had my clit and I was close to hers.  MAD indeed.  The deperate dunking saved us both..for now.  But now as we sit nursing our wounds and listening to a new song play...wondering who would dare mock Eric and Bella...well you seem willing to listen to the whole five minute plus song.  So I dunk your head again.  and hold it there.  I watch the mud bubble and pull your head back up.  "oh who wouldn't do that?" I ask as I pull you down with me trying to wrap my legs around you and squeeze...one of us is going to QUACK soon! 

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 10, 2025, 09:58:34 PM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 09:36:45 PM

"That's quackers Ali!"

And yes that joke was fowl.

SOOOOooooo bad......OMG make it stop.  I go back and happily click the link and start singing.....Let it go!"

hehe  You quack me up!

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 10, 2025, 09:58:34 PM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 09:36:45 PM

"That's quackers Ali!"

And yes that joke was fowl.

SOOOOooooo bad......OMG make it stop.  I go back and happily click the link and start singing.....Let it go!"

Thankfully Ali loves my jokes... don't you Ali?

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 10:04:15 PM

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 10, 2025, 09:58:34 PM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 09:36:45 PM

"That's quackers Ali!"

And yes that joke was fowl.

SOOOOooooo bad......OMG make it stop.  I go back and happily click the link and start singing.....Let it go!"

Thankfully Ali loves my jokes... don't you Ali?

Depends.  How far are you nails from my clit?  If they're getting close your Lexibabe jokes are the bomb!

Quote from: Alifightz on November 10, 2025, 10:02:21 PM

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 10, 2025, 09:58:34 PM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 09:36:45 PM

"That's quackers Ali!"

And yes that joke was fowl.

SOOOOooooo bad......OMG make it stop.  I go back and happily click the link and start singing.....Let it go!"

hehe  You quack me up!

Hehe, you're ducking adorable Ali.

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 10:09:12 PM

Quote from: Alifightz on November 10, 2025, 10:02:21 PM

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 10, 2025, 09:58:34 PM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 09:36:45 PM

"That's quackers Ali!"

And yes that joke was fowl.

SOOOOooooo bad......OMG make it stop.  I go back and happily click the link and start singing.....Let it go!"

hehe  You quack me up!

Hehe, you're ducking adorable Ali.

Kiss.  sorry I ducked up my last post  giggles

Quote from: Alifightz on November 10, 2025, 10:17:46 PM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 10:09:12 PM

Quote from: Alifightz on November 10, 2025, 10:02:21 PM

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 10, 2025, 09:58:34 PM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 09:36:45 PM

"That's quackers Ali!"

And yes that joke was fowl.

SOOOOooooo bad......OMG make it stop.  I go back and happily click the link and start singing.....Let it go!"

hehe  You quack me up!

Hehe, you're ducking adorable Ali.

Kiss.  sorry I ducked up my last post  giggles

No worries, I won't bill you for that quack-up  :-*

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 10:25:52 PM

Quote from: Alifightz on November 10, 2025, 10:17:46 PM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 10:09:12 PM

Quote from: Alifightz on November 10, 2025, 10:02:21 PM

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 10, 2025, 09:58:34 PM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 10, 2025, 09:36:45 PM

"That's quackers Ali!"

And yes that joke was fowl.

SOOOOooooo bad......OMG make it stop.  I go back and happily click the link and start singing.....Let it go!"

hehe  You quack me up!

Hehe, you're ducking adorable Ali.

Kiss.  sorry I ducked up my last post  giggles

No worries, I won't bill you for that quack-up  :-*

I hope it doesn't mess up your reply.  You might have to WING it! 

"One of us is going to quack" with the fowl jokes becoming contagious and the musical interlude over with, you promptly proceed with ducking my head in the mud again. Which was another fowl experience to add to tonight's list. Still you pull my head up and out of the mud and I cough and splutter. But as I cough up at the time what seemed like half the garden from my lungs, I feel your legs wrap around my waist and your arms wrap around my neck.

Yes, you've jumped on my back. I contemplate my next move as you tighten your thighs around me. However this next move is a no brainer...I use my hands and legs to help push me up. I just need to get myself vertical long enough to say:

"Duck Ali!"

And fall backwards into the mud. You end up back in the mud with me on top of you, I can't help but giggle as I oddly decide to make a mud angel. Erin and Bella peek out of their hole and look on bemused, they nod together in unison and say:

"Kate's finally lost it".

Erin sensing what was coming scolds Bella and says:

"Don't you dare say it!"

"She's quackers?" Quips Bella, as Erin and the whole English speaking world despair.

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 10, 2025, 10:43:02 PM

No worries, I won't bill you for that quack-up  :-*
[/quote]I hope it doesn't mess up your reply.  You might have to WING it!
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Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 10, 2025, 10:43:02 PM

You look a little under the weather TC.  Maybe you should go to the ducktor! :)

No worries, I won't bill you for that quack-up  :-*
[/quote]I hope it doesn't mess up your reply.  You might have to WING it!
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Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 11, 2025, 10:56:52 AM

Quote from: Alifightz on November 11, 2025, 10:55:01 AM

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 10, 2025, 10:43:02 PM

You look a little under the weather TC.  Maybe you should go to the ducktor! :)

No worries, I won't bill you for that quack-up  :-*

I hope it doesn't mess up your reply.  You might have to WING it!

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I am doing fine, think I will just wing it.
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TC's ducktor is a QUACK!

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 11, 2025, 11:00:36 AM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 11, 2025, 10:58:45 AM

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 11, 2025, 10:56:52 AM

Quote from: Alifightz on November 11, 2025, 10:55:01 AM

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 10, 2025, 10:43:02 PM

You look a little under the weather TC.  Maybe you should go to the ducktor! :)

No worries, I won't bill you for that quack-up  :-*

I hope it doesn't mess up your reply.  You might have to WING it!

I am doing fine, think I will just wing it.
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TC's ducktor is a QUACK!
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Ok you wise quackers, you about done?
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Hmm I don't know.

Are you about done yet Ali?

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 11, 2025, 11:02:49 AMI guess.  Things are getting kinda flocked up.

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 11, 2025, 11:00:36 AM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 11, 2025, 10:58:45 AM

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 11, 2025, 10:56:52 AM

Quote from: Alifightz on November 11, 2025, 10:55:01 AM

Quote from: TC Just A Guy on November 10, 2025, 10:43:02 PM

You look a little under the weather TC.  Maybe you should go to the ducktor! :)

No worries, I won't bill you for that quack-up  :-*

I hope it doesn't mess up your reply.  You might have to WING it!

I am doing fine, think I will just wing it.

TC's ducktor is a QUACK!
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Ok you wise quackers, you about done?
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Hmm I don't know.

Are you about done yet Ali?
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I find myself pressed down into the mud again, my battered tits aching as they press up into your back.  So my grasping hand find yours as I push my head up out of the much and cough out the other half of the garden over your chest.  I giggle as I see you're making a mud angel.  "Imp makes angel?  Naughty."   Your legs keep opening...closing....opening...and mine lock around them holding them there.  I let go of a tit to scoop up some mud.  Which I plop down on your kitty and squeeze.  "How much can she swallow?" I giggle my head resting on your shoulder.  Of course you writhe about and I realize you are hard to hold onto when covered with slippery goo.  We start to slip and slide and roll together.  Erin and Bella can't tell up apart it seems.  "Look for the one with the nicer ass.  That's Ali..OWWWW!!"  I threw my voice over my shoulder.  The gin soaked duo look in shock at the infernal i-pod.  Seems it landed there.  Well, no matter I have my hands full....of Kate..squeeze!

What...I thought it was duck season! ;D

(https://media.memix.com/memix-rabbit-season.gif?text=Ali+Season%0AKate+Season)

Far, far away in a place where time and space have no meaning. Old man Geoff has returned from his coffee break and his censoring in tray is overloaded with paperwork. He looks down on the mortal realm and sees me and Ali laying together in the mud. With Ali beneath me, I continue to make mud angels.  Old man Geoff is lost for words, then he catches up on all the bad duck jokes. He mutters to himself:

"Just wait until those young whippersnapper's get the bill for all this censorship! It will drive them quackers...Oh look I made a funny! Haha".

Me and Ali both raise our right hands and give old man Geoff the newest member of team bad joke the thumbs up. However with that business attended too, me and Ali really needed to pay more attention to each other. Which you do when you dump a handful of mud onto my kitty and squeeze. It was the weirdest the most icky sensation of my life, actually that's not true. A certain slut's perfume at the Halloween party really made me want to vomit and when mixed with her natural scent which frankly dripped onto the floor every time she took a step. The overall effect was a combined scent that would assault your nostrils and make you feel as if someone had just walked all over your grave. So yes, while the mud was icky... I've experienced worst tonight.

Still with you beneath me and with your head resting on my shoulders, it was not too unpleasant. But of course the old saying of all good things once again rings true and we end up grappling and rolling around in the mud. With both of us nearing exhaustion, we were quite content to have our bodies slip and slide together. By my reckoning we both have just enough strength for one final huge throw of the dice, question is when will the dice roll? Still while we maybe conserving our physical strength, our verbal attacks go into hyperdrive.

"Ali you fucking concubine whore! I'm going to leave you so fucked tonight, you will think we just spent the night together in Bangkok!" I scream in a rage

You respond by grabbing hold of my right breast and squeezing it in your hand.

"Arghhh I hate you whore!" I screech as I grab hold of your right breast and squeeze too.

I came to a decision about whom to vote for and the name of the lucky recipient of my vote is...*drum roll* Kate the Devil in Heels.

Now i do have to say at this point that Ali is a fabulous writer, it takes two fabulous writers to make an excellent and readable catfight and here we have two of the very best.

I hope when they have licked their wounds they will treat us to another episode of this riveting rivalry

Quote from: Erin Lee on November 11, 2025, 06:27:54 PM
I came to a decision about whom to vote for and the name of the lucky recipient of my vote is...*drum roll* Kate the Devil in Heels.

Now i do have to say at this point that Ali is a fabulous writer, it takes two fabulous writers to make an excellent and readable catfight and here we have two of the very best.

I hope when they have licked their wounds they will treat us to another episode of this riveting rivalry

Me and Ali will definitely be seeing each other again :)

And thanks for the vote of confidence Erin.

Xoxo
Kate

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 11, 2025, 06:30:04 PM

Quote from: Erin Lee on November 11, 2025, 06:27:54 PM
I came to a decision about whom to vote for and the name of the lucky recipient of my vote is...*drum roll* Kate the Devil in Heels.

Now i do have to say at this point that Ali is a fabulous writer, it takes two fabulous writers to make an excellent and readable catfight and here we have two of the very best.

I hope when they have licked their wounds they will treat us to another episode of this riveting rivalry

After I have licked my wounds and sought out an infusion of Borg nanites I will surely admit that Kate is and excellent partner and rival in crafting a silly and rather damaging catfight story.  giggles. 

Me and Ali will definitely be seeing each other again :)

And thanks for the vote of confidence Erin.

Xoxo
Kate

AARRGGGHHH  you imp slut I hate you more!  Bangkok is breathing a sigh of relief since you're not coming to defile every kok in Bangkok.  And eat all the tacos too!  And the poor ducks!!"  Then we throw the dice...at each other.  First it's one tit.  then both.  Then it a head rolling mauling of both tits as we scream at each other.  We grab each other's dwindling supply of hair and pull each other to our feet by it each taking another thudding splat of knee between the legs.  Then the slaps are traded heads turning until we are staggering, panting and half-sobbing near the rose bushes.  Too near  "Oh you dirty...dirty...you...Otaku!  You wouldn't dare!" I hiss...

Quote from: Erin Lee on November 09, 2025, 11:33:30 AM
After Kates critique of my singing voice i'm inclined to vote for Ali...just sayin

Who are you kidding.
Your such a drama Queen looking for attention
Update she voted for kate as that was always her intention. No guts as usual.
If you want attention why don't you grab TC by the hand and take him behind the bushes and shag him.

Quote from: sherry on November 12, 2025, 01:21:50 AM

Quote from: Erin Lee on November 09, 2025, 11:33:30 AM
After Kates critique of my singing voice i'm inclined to vote for Ali...just sayin

Who are you kidding.
Your such a drama Queen looking for attention
Update she voted for kate as that was always her intention. No guts as usual.
If you want attention why don't you grab TC by the hand and take him behind the bushes and shag him.

Ok, if this comment was a legitimate attempt by Erin to be a drama queen? Then omg, Erin your attempt at drama sucked!

If you really want to learn how to be a drama queen, you should become Sherry's apprentice.

As honestly being a drama queen is the only skill this bitch has! Every time I engage in a fun activity which I genuinely hope the community, well most of the community enjoys. You've seemingly got to make an appearance and spread negativity, but why Sherry? Why?

Is your life so lacking? Are you really that pathetic? Well all evidence to date strongly suggests yes you are!

Honestly I pity you, seriously take a chill pill and stop being such a Monica.

Quote from: sherry on November 12, 2025, 01:21:50 AM

Quote from: Erin Lee on November 09, 2025, 11:33:30 AM
After Kates critique of my singing voice i'm inclined to vote for Ali...just sayin

Who are you kidding.
Your such a drama Queen looking for attention
Update she voted for kate as that was always her intention. No guts as usual.
If you want attention why don't you grab TC by the hand and take him behind the bushes and shag him.

Not to be rude to the people in the poll  but why  are you here?
It's clear you don't like Kate or Erin or care about ruining the  work or fun of others so why post?

So this is not a totally wasted post I voted for Ali to hopefully invite and encourage her to the message board arena lol

Quote from: Bella13 on November 12, 2025, 07:25:25 AM

Quote from: sherry on November 12, 2025, 01:21:50 AM

Quote from: Erin Lee on November 09, 2025, 11:33:30 AM
After Kates critique of my singing voice i'm inclined to vote for Ali...just sayin

Who are you kidding.
Your such a drama Queen looking for attention
Update she voted for kate as that was always her intention. No guts as usual.
If you want attention why don't you grab TC by the hand and take him behind the bushes and shag him.

Not to be rude to the people in the poll  but why  are you here?
It's clear you don't like Kate or Erin or care about ruining the  work or fun of others so why post?

So this is not a totally wasted post I voted for Ali to hopefully invite and encourage her to the message board arena lol

I don't blame you...Ali is awesome :)

Xoxo
Kate

Ali; Oh beautiful Ali you should never ever say these words to me:

"Oh you dirty...dirty...you...Otaku!  You wouldn't dare!" You hiss

However your not being fair are you Ali! You're lying aren't you! And people call me the Devil! The truth is while you protest about the idea of me hurling you into the overgrown rose bushes. You have your right leg hooked around my left calf, you have one hand pulling on what is left of my hair while your other hand is grasping at my right wrist.

You may not want to end up in the rose bushes, but you're absolutely determined that I do! Old man Geoff is so concerned he shouts out:

"Ladies! Please end this madness!"

Meanwhile Erin has put away her gin and is transfixed on our struggle, as is Bella. These two maybe my friends...hmm actually friends maybe too strong a word. Best frenemies, definitely best frenemies. Even still they yearn to see us both go in and what the hell, who am I to deny them!

With both of us trying to hurl each other into the overgrown rose bushes, there was only ever going to be one outcome...we both go in!

We hurl each other deep inside the rose bushes, hundreds of thorns skewer our skin and scratch our bodies at the same time. The pain overwhelms us both and we just fall and lay in silence amongst thorns and fallen foliage of autumn. With the rain falling and thunder still ringing, we remain silent. Could this really be the end of our fight?

Erin goes to Bella and says:

"We really need to do something, this is madness!"

Bella nods in agreement and in a vintage display of Bella, she say's:

"Right, I'll go and find a gardener... those poor roses need help!"

An exasperated Erin was about to admonish Bella when she unexpectedly hears:

"Ali you fucking concubine whore! You'll pay for this you insane bitch!"

With signs of movement from both of us, Erin and Bella refocus their attention on the overgrown rose bushes. In fact so excited were they...Bella starts filming a TikTok!

Quote from: Bella13 on November 12, 2025, 07:25:25 AM

Quote from: sherry on November 12, 2025, 01:21:50 AM

Quote from: Erin Lee on November 09, 2025, 11:33:30 AM
After Kates critique of my singing voice i'm inclined to vote for Ali...just sayin

Who are you kidding.
Your such a drama Queen looking for attention
Update she voted for kate as that was always her intention. No guts as usual.
If you want attention why don't you grab TC by the hand and take him behind the bushes and shag him.

Not to be rude to the people in the poll  but why  are you here?
It's clear you don't like Kate or Erin or care about ruining the  work or fun of others so why post?

So this is not a totally wasted post I voted for Ali to hopefully invite and encourage her to the message board arena lol

Hi Bella.  Thank you for your vote!  <kiss>  Whatever the outcome, Kate and I are having a blast you know, destroying each other.  Giggle.  As for Sherry. Let her stew in her own disdain.  Perhaps she enjoys solitude.  Ignore list.  But I did like TC's post, not gonna lie! 

We both lie there stunned for several seconds.  My leg is still draped across Kate's.  Bella and Eric are lost in their concern for the rosebushes when Kate's vice rings out...well, maybe not a ringing so mush as a ripping through the tormented air. "Ali you fucking concubine whore.  You'll pay for this you insane bitch!"  Then there is silence as we both lie there, still processing the dozen of painful little pricks just in our shapely backsides alone.  Well, Kate may have had dozens of pricks in her backside before...but not like this.  "Kate you stupid IMP WHORE!!  I'll RUIN you for this no matter what!"  The with our declarations made we turn to each other intending to be ruthless.  But it's a slow move toward each other.  Moving slow hissing in pain.  then we get to what's left of each other's hair and now  its digging and tearing like never before as we strive to bald each other even more.  Also the cries curses and sheiks have picked up in volume as tufts start to fly and bodes writhe going deeper into the roses rather than out.  My back and butt are now covered with little cuts where once the skin was smooth.  My eyes are closed as I cry out tears in my eyes as the tufts of hair drop to the roots of the devil roses.  I clap and hand to Kat'es ass and dig at the cuts I know are there pulling at the cheek opening up a new target fo the thorns!   :o

It has been several minutes since I called out:

"Ali you fucking concubine whore! You'll pay for this you insane bitch!"

Since then I've been contemplating the insanity of what I and Ali have brought upon each other. Hurling each other's naked bodies into the middle of an overgrown rose bush is an experience I never care to repeat. Despite the obvious and intense pain of what feels like a thousand thorns slicing into my body, I lay in silence and I don't dare move. However despite my situation I note the silence coming from you and deduce that your situation is the same as mine. Many more minutes pass until finally I hear you screech a blood curdling scream:

"Kate you stupid IMP WHORE!!  I'll RUIN you for this no matter what!"

That was what I needed, on hearing your words I knew I had to fight on. I call upon every ounce of strength I have; as I gingerly and carefully move my body. I turn to face you, to fight you. I close my eyes as the danger is far to real, I rely on my other senses to find you. As you no doubt rely on yours to find me. We eventually grab each other by what remains of our hair and we pull. As we pull we move our bodies together, it's at that moment Bella calls out:

"Oh my fucking god! Are those two bitches really going to catball in the middle of that briar patch?"

So shocked is Bella she takes a swig from Erin's gin bottle which is unusual for Bella, as she hates gin. Naturally her boldness is rewarded by a slap to the back of her head from Erin who herself is transfixed on the sight in front of her.

I lose track of time and I have no idea how long me and Ali pull on each other's hair, however in between the weeping and thunder. Both of us rip out more tufts of each other's hair...until at last we reach for each other's scalp and find nothing of substance we can pull on. The emotional shock of this moment rocks us both and we both rage and viciously and recklessly rake our nails across each other's faces.

But then just as suddenly we both stop and we just sob, as our hands reach out and we gingerly inch our bodies even closer together. However even in this moment we both attack. I feel your hand slap my ass and as you open me up, the thorns find a new target and new ways to torture me. The pain was incredible, I want to scream yet fear is keeping my silent. Meanwhile I find the comfort of your right shoulder which I immediately sink my teeth into as I finally complete our catball and scissor us together, a movement which your instinctively mirror. But as we do we capture between us a particular thorny and old branch, its thorns invade us and we both scream in pain:

"ARGH YOU BITCH, YOU FUCKING BITCH...I HATE YOU CONCUBINE!"
"ARGH YOU BITCH, YOU FUCKING BITCH...I HATE YOU IMP"

Well, it IS a new experience being invaded by an old thorny branch.  I could do without it though.  OEPN YOUR LEGS!!  NOW YOU'RE GOING TO KEEP YOUR LEGS CLOSED?  OPEN YOUR LEGS!" I cry out.  Amazingly you giggle around your teeth as they dig into my shoulder.  I just snarl and bite down on your ear.  and you  you..GRIND!!  OMG!!  "CRAZY FUCKING IMP!!!"  I grind back.  Of course.  And one hand slips between us clawing at your left tit.  Why not?  My other hand claws along your ass looking for the rosebud.  I want to laugh maniacally.  Bella has just said it'n nice that they're sharing the flowers.  The hollow boom I hear next tells my that Erin has smacked her head again.   :P

We interrupt this catfight for breaking news! Stunned by the developments Old Man Geoff has left his desk to attend an emergency AA meeting. Geoff a devout Christian and family man has secretly been knocking back Erin's gin during this catfight and has utterly pickled himself! Between Stormbolt's play list and the insane antics of Kate and Ali, Geoff has taken to drink for the first time in his long and happy life. We pray Geoff finds the help he needs...Now on with the catfight

With the old thorny branch where no old thorny branch has gone before we continue to "Checks notes" Grind together. This new level of pain is something I have never experienced before and frankly I hope to never again. While I bite your shoulder I feel your hand claw at my breast while your other hand (Inspired by Bella) decides to do a little gardening of your own, as you seek out my rose bud!

While I scream in pain you laugh maniacally:

"ARGH OW, OW, FUCKING CONCUBINE WHORE - CXNT!!"

"MUHAHA - HAHA - YAY - YOU FEEL THAT YOU FUCKING IMP? NOW CRY BITCH, CRY FOR ALI - HAHA!!!"

In between my screams of pain; tears mixed with laughter emanate from me. Yes, this fight has turned me quite insane. Still my left hand reaches for your own rose bud, while with my right I thrust my talons deep into your chest. I dig my nails into the flesh of your left tit and viciously attack your nipple. As I too enter my insane villain arc:

"HAHA - ALI YOU FEEL THAT? DID IT FEEL GOOD BITCH? NOW CRY FOR ME ALI, CRY FOR ME YOU DIRTY FUCKING CONCUBINE!!!"

Meanwhile a visually stunned Erin looks at her near empty Gin bottle and the pile of empty bottles by her feet and says:

"Looks like I picked a hell of a week to give up drinking. Oh well what's a girl to do...Igor (Bella) fetch some more Gin from the cart!"

finally broke down and voted for Kate,

tho if possable I would give each half of my  measles. little vote

both were. fantastic.. thanks for. a fun poll

There has been a further development in the story of old man Geoff.  The AA chapter he attended has dissolved into a gin swilling revelry now the the infernal i pod has shown clips of Ali and Kate's now famous catfight.  That chapter in now the Church of Latter Day Free Catfights.  Supplies of gin in the area are struggling to meet demand.  We now return you to our floral themed catfight.
    ROSEBUDS!!  That's what Kate and I were both clawing our way toward as we both still insanely ground our nether regions against each other and the thorny old branch in a spiteful attempt to shred each others'  um  nethers.  Now our fingers hooked into our rosebuds and we pinched.  I screams as Kate's talons sink into my tit and I twist my nails hard into her left tit thumbnail digging hard for her nipple.  Screams of IMP and CONCUBINE fill the air along with crazed laughter and sobs as we reach the end of our catfight...

Quote from: lexibabe on November 14, 2025, 04:26:17 AM
finally broke down and voted for Kate,

tho if possable I would give each half of my  measles. little vote

both were. fantastic.. thanks for. a fun poll

Thanks Lexi :)

And yes, Ali has been superb.

Xoxo
Kate xx

With Old man Geoff having converted his AA meeting into the "The Church of Latter Day Free Catfights" a new cult had entered the world. Dedicated to swilling copious amounts of Gin and their saint "Erin of Lee", this new cult takes the local community by storm. However like most religious the churches it soon experienced a schism. A small but dedicated following started to worship "Bella of dig, dig me a hole". The infernal iPod became an religious relic to be fought over and during all the fighting and drunken ritual...the infernal iPod vanished without trace!

Each side naturally blamed the other and as we speak the local populace is arming themselves for war. Well the women are, the men folk (Including Old Man Geoff) are sat on their arses in the local bar.

But enough about that malarkey...let's focus on me and Ali. With both myself and Ali gone completely insane (A Wibble), we lance each other's tit's with our nails...while with our dominant right hand we attempt to prune each other's rosebud! Meanwhile that thorny branch caught between us shreds us in a way neither was prepared for. We both scream and howl is agony, yet at the same time we both laugh manically. While our pulled out hair blows around us in an almost magical way (A Wibble).

You scream and laugh:

"ARGHHH MUHAHA FUCK YOU IMP, FUCK YOU!"

Meanwhile I scream and laugh:

"Ow, Ow, Owwww, HA - A WIBBLE! SCREAM CONCUBINE, SCREAM FOR YOUR MISTRESS KATE YOU FUCKING WHORE! - A Wibble".

It's at this moment an eagled eye Bella spots an important detail, she points at us both and says:

"Look their eyes, they're slowly rolling backwards into their heads!".

To Alifightz,

You were amazing.
You were astonishing.
You were astounding.
You were awe-inspiring.
You were based.
You were beautiful.
You were breathtaking.
You were brilliant.
You were cool.
You were dope.
You were enchanting.
You were excellent.
You were exceptional.
You were exquisite.
You were extraordinary.
You were fabulous.
You were fantastic.
You were formidable.
You were fun.
You were great.
You were impressive.
You were incredible.
You were intense.
You were magnificent.
You were majestic.
You were marvelous.
You were mind-blowing.
You were outstanding.
You were phenomenal.
You were remarkable.
You were spectacular.
You were splendid.
You were stunning.
You were superb.
You were terrific.
You were wonderful.

Oh and finally...

*I Hugz the stuffing out of you*

Thank you Ali  :-*

Xoxo
Kate

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 14, 2025, 11:10:46 AM

Quote from: lexibabe on November 14, 2025, 04:26:17 AM
finally broke down and voted for Kate,

tho if possable I would give each half of my  measles. little vote

both were. fantastic.. thanks for. a fun poll

Thanks Lexi :)

it would not have been fair to give either 1/2  case of my measles, since their both suffering from a case of full blown. cooties


And yes, Ali has been superb.

Xoxo
Kate xx

Congratulations Ali :)

Xoxo
Kate xx

At this point. as my eyes roll back and I cling desperately to being conscious and not wishing to be...ugh..."FCUK YOU YOU IMP TRASH  SQUEAL FOR ME!!"  I rake my nails out of her rosebuds as she rips her nails free of mine, our work done,  Nails spear into both of my breasts and I claw back at her.  "YOU>>>>YOU....WIBBLE!"  I laugh once more like a maniac I lash out with an uppercut to Kate's jaw.  I've put everything I have left into it and I slump back having delivered it.  My body a temple to pain now. 

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on November 14, 2025, 03:02:57 PM
To Alifightz,

You were amazing.
You were astonishing.
You were astounding.
You were awe-inspiring.
You were based.
You were beautiful.
You were breathtaking.
You were brilliant.
You were cool.
You were dope.
You were enchanting.
You were excellent.
You were exceptional.
You were exquisite.
You were extraordinary.
You were fabulous.
You were fantastic.
You were formidable.
You were fun.
You were great.
You were impressive.
You were incredible.
You were intense.
You were magnificent.
You were majestic.
You were marvelous.
You were mind-blowing.
You were outstanding.
You were phenomenal.
You were remarkable.
You were spectacular.
You were splendid.
You were stunning.
You were superb.
You were terrific.
You were wonderful.

Oh and finally...

*I Hugz the stuffing out of you*

Thank you Ali  :-*

Xoxo
Kate

Not fair!  You've taken all the superlatives!  Pouts.  Oh well while I sit here still blushing like and Anime schoolgirl so hard I'm considering changing my name to AKane, all I can say is you were wonderful and awesome.  And the infernal i-pod?  My guess it's on a pilgrimage to improve it's playlist.  Maybe it thought of Kate and got hold of this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2AC41dglnM&list=RDv2AC41dglnM&start_radio=1

We both cling on to consciousness, as our eyes feel heavy and begin to roll back into our skulls. Soon it will be lights out for the both of us! As the pain threatens to overwhelm our bodies and minds. You scream in my face:

"FUCK YOU YOU IMP TRASH  SQUEAL FOR ME!!"

We both instinctively stop pruning each other's rosebud, our nails have done their job most admirably. Yet there is still more work for our nails as we both thrust them into each other's chests. We both sob, laugh and cry out in pain and pleasure as our collective psychosis takes over. You scream out at me:

"YOU>>>>YOU....WIBBLE!"

Then follow up with an uppercut that connects sweetly to my chin. My eyes close on impact and I slump backwards into the overgrown rose bush. I convulse uncontrollably and unconsciously on the ground, meanwhile you barely keep conscious yourself as you laugh manically. Then ten minutes later Bella arrives with the gardener and some much needed pruning sheers.

I'm sobbing and giggling in the Rosebush. looking down on you passed out in the mud.  "What's the matter, sweet Imp?  No smart ass remark now, huh?"  I giggle some more until the Gardener arrives.  He curses us both for the damage done to his roesbushes.  Then he cuts me out and I spill out and sprawl over you, as totally wrecked as you ore.  "I...I win.."  I claim. Then my eyes roll back and I pass out.  Out...not away..hisssssss!!

Free from the horror of the rose bushes and a little too excited by your richly deserved victory, you eventually pass out on top of me. The gardener and Bella shrug their shoulders as they pull us both out of the rose bushes and place us in Erin's tent to dry off. Incidentally while me and Ali dry off, Erin who has been guzzling gin for most of the night is drying off too.

*Many hours later*

It is 10:00am the next day and the suns light has finally found us. You awake first and the pain is unbearable...

"ARGH, FUCK, FUCK WHAT THE HELL DID I DO LAST NIGHT!!"

You feel even worse when you catch your reflection in a mirror hanging in Erin's tent - you're a wreck! But then again so am I and now it's my turn to wake up. I scream out:

"ARGH OW OW OWWW! WHAT THE HELL DID I DO LAST NIGHT? WAS I DRINKING FURNITURE POLISH?".

Then I catch my own reflection in Erin's mirror and I giggle. Enraged you scream:

"IMP WHAT THE FUCK? HAVE YOU NOT SEEN US? WHY YOU LAUGHING BITCH?"

I simply smile at you and say:

"Don't worry, I've got this!"

With a new day, my power is restored...so with a click of my fingers I fully restore myself, then I restore slaughter Mansion. But I add to the mansions door a sign that reads "PLEASE KNOCK - NO FUCKING STRANGERS AND DYNAMITING THE DOOR LIKE A DEMENTED WHORE". I then click my fingers and restore the rose bushes. It's at this point I turn to you. You look at me and ask:

"Kate, what the hell? How?"

I smile at you and say "it's a kind of magic" and music fills the tent:

https://youtu.be/0p_1QSUsbsM?si=YObwllhW-fVwFYqM (https://youtu.be/0p_1QSUsbsM?si=YObwllhW-fVwFYqM)

As the music plays I turn towards you and I curtsy and bow my head deeply towards you and say:

"My Mistress, Ali...Akane. Things are not supposed to work like this! I'm the taker of souls here but tonight you've taken mine".

I click my fingers again and I restore my wings, I take to the air and I hover one meter in the air above you. I look down and smile at my insane let lovable concubine. I click my fingers and I restore you back to full health and I even change your outfit to something more suitable for a journey home. I ready myself to leave but stop to say this:

"Bangkok next weekend Akane? The four seasons - room 666. I hope to see you there?"

My heart is racing still from seeing myself torn apart by the crazy imp hovering in front of me.  Then I do a double take.  The pain is gone, my hair is back and I'm dressed..with rugged shoes and hiking shorts and even a backpack.  I gaze up at you inviting me to Bangkok.  I blink as you call me Akane and blush accordingly.  "ok you crazy imp.  Mistress huh? I like the sound of that.  Bangkok Four seasons. room 666.  I won't forget.  And...some things are legal there...so keep that left horn ready."  I giggles and blush, wondering what I've gotten into. 

We both giggle and blush in unison but as we do so I dart down out of the sky and steal a kiss before heading off at speed towards the Pacific Ocean.

*Dear Readers Mutter*

"The bitch is going the wrong way again! Atlantic, you need to cross the Atlantic you fool!

But it was too late, as I head off in the wrong direction and inadvertently I take the scenic route home.

(Well that's me done and thanks to everyone who voted. Especially those who probably voted more than once! Alifightz has been an amazing partner and I can't wait for our next adventure. A brilliant writer, a fantastic sense of humour she has been in my opinion the standout star of this Halloween period. I can't wait to see who she fights next and yes, I will be watching on seething with jealousy - Kate xx)

Thanks to everyone who voted.  I was surprised at the results.  I thought Kate was doing a wonderful job of shredding  me.  lol  Kate has been a wonderful partner is this epic catfight and I hope we tangle again.  *Boob smashing hug coming Kate's way!