Chapter 1 

Brooksdale is a small rural town famous for its breathtaking scenery: wildflower meadows, crystal clear river, and a beautiful mountainous back ground setting.  The beautiful river runs along the outside of town and also marks the state border. It has become a prominent place for a lot of wealthy families to send their daughters off for a private college education. 

Brooksdale College is one of the most sought after educations for a young girl. The all-girl conservatory teaches young women: Academics, Athletics, Arts, Competition. The institution challenges these girls not only to test themselves against the curriculum but against each other, while also highlighting the importance of teamwork. They teach the girls how to be competitive and resilient. 

What makes the Brooksdale college so unique is there’s another all-girls school just across the river in another small town. 

 The Rockwell Academy for Girls has a reputation for being a bit more stringent and demanding, although the girls attending Brooksdale would argue that point. 

The competition between the two schools is sometimes fierce, which is one of the leading reasons as to why these two schools are so desired.

It’s rumored that the two colleges were put in place by design, purposely creating an atmosphere where not only the girls learn to be independent; they also learn competition and teamwork. Graduating from either one of these colleges will bring lifelong security and a guaranteed leading position in any industry. 

The competition to get accepted into one of these schools is tough. The young women have to be smart, tough, energetic, and top of their class. Both schools have a dress code uniform; skirts, blouse, socks and tennis shoes. The Brooksdale red pleated skirt and tie similar to the Rockwell dark blue skirt and tie. The two schools even having similar mascots; the Brooksdale Tigers and the Rockwell Wildcats. 

Deep inside the social structure of Brooksdales holds an even higher level of expectations and abilities. Passed down from generation to generation there is a group of seven girls that make up an elite coterie. A group of young women that surpass any expectations put in front of them, an even higher level of achievers. To get into this group it takes a special girl, a girl that is measured and judged far beyond the requirements of any pristine college. This group is known as the Brooksdale Seven. These girls are not only elected into the group each year by the graduating class, but it’s also rumored that there are certain things a girl has to do in order to get accepted into the clique. 

The group is simply known as “The Seven” and it’s made up of both juniors and seniors. There’s Arielle, Abby, Nicole, Amber, Ayunia, Summer, and Willow, each one of these girls a symbol of excellence. One can only imagine what goes on between the freshman and sophomores as they compete to get into this group. 

The girls are not only extremely intelligent but athletic, strong, and tough. This year’s hopeful seven include a young woman from Rochporte Michigan. Her name is Arielle Summers, and she is the leader of the Seven. Voted into the clique as a junior she’s been elected into the leadership position of the Seven at the start of her Senior. The red-haired goddess attended private school her whole life. Graduating top of her class, dominated in soccer, field hockey, volleyball, piano, and ballet. 

There’s a constant struggle between the other students at Brooksdale for the attention of the seven, maybe there’s a chance to get elected in as one girl might drop out or maybe unable to perform to expectations. This would leave a spot available to any hopefuls, but there’s also a lot of resentment lurking around. 

If a girl finds her way into the Seven she better have the courage and stamina to go up against another group of elite girls known as the Rockwell Wildcats.  

Now there have been arguments and debates about which school was the first to form such an elite clique. It dates back years, something that more than likely just evolved from the intense competition between the two schools. 

This year’s tension between the two groups of girls is at an all time high. For the last three years the Rockwell Academy has taken the “Excellence in Achievement” award, a title earned by the academy with the highest overall score in athletics, arts, community, gpa, etc. 

Years ago Brooksdale had a five year running streak. Arielle Summers has vowed to take that award back. However there is a road block she is going to have to dismantle and her name is Kennedy Williams. She is just as hot and excessive as Arielle in everything she does, maybe even more so. 

 As far as anyone knows there has never been any physical confrontations between the Seven and the Wildcats other than on the soccer field. Although over the years there have been rumors of private confrontations. Some of the staff claiming they have seen scratches and bruises under heavy makeup during graduation. 

These two groups of young women are usually introduced to each other during the school years first soccer game. Arielle and Kennedy are both playing center forward. The two girls come together for the first time in the center of the field. 

Chapter 2

The two girls shake hands in an awkward but tight grip. Their eyes run up and down each other’s bodies as they wait for the coin toss. As the referees converse about something on the field, Arielle gives Kennedy’s the once over.

The girl is smirking and standing like she has something over the redhead and Arielle doesn’t like it. Hands are on her hips, shoulders back; her left foot is rolling the soccer ball on the ground. She’s obviously trying to intimidate the Brooksdale girl.

 ‘Really bitch?’  Arielle think to herself and she suddenly steps forward and places her right foot on the other side of the soccer ball. She gives the ball a quick push but it’s immediately met with resistance from Kennedy’s foot. The two girls lock eyes and suddenly there is a battle going on before the game even starts. The toes of the shoes meet above the ball and bend up, interlocking their soccer cleats. They push hard, hands on their hips, staring aggressively into each other’s eyes.

As the referee comes forward the two girls try not to show any signs of their struggle. They continue to push. Kennedy wins the coin toss and chooses to receive the ball. At that point the dark-haired girl quickly pulls her foot back and then flicks the ball up into Arielle face. The Brooksdale girl catches the ball just in time.  “Bitch!” The redhead mutters loud enough for the other girl to hear.

“Slut!” Kennedy turns back with a reply.

Right from the start the two teams clash against each other, Arielle and Kennedy are no exception. The referees quickly find this game starting out to be one of the most aggressive ones they’ve seen in years.  As Arielle and Kennedy collide over and over again, each encounter seems to get a bit more physical.

At one point the two girls run towards the ball coming head-on from different directions, the two of them kick at precisely the same time and it’s like kicking into a wall. Their legs jolt against the oncoming force of the other girl. Their momentum carries them forward until they smack into each other face to face. In a tangle of arms and legs the two girls go down on the ground together. They start pushing and kicking to get away from each other. Jumping to their feet they start to curse.

“Foul, you fucking bitch!” Kennedy yells out.

“Foul? You didn’t even have possession of the ball, slut!” Arielle shouts back.

“Don’t call me a slut you cunt!” The dark-haired girl pushes Arielle by the shoulders.

“I’ll call you whatever I want, skank!” The redhead pushes back.

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you!”

The two girls come together in a finger lock, each one thinking she is easily going to push the other one to the ground, only to find out they are a lot more equal in strength than they realize.  Arms swing out to their sides and they find themselves nose to nose, foreheads pushing as the two girls press tit to tit. Eyes are glaring hatefully into each other as they come up on their toes in an attempt to push each other down. All the other girls on the two teams move in closer and look on with excitement.

“Don’t fuck with me bitch….,I will crush you!” Kennedy snarls into the redheads face.

“You’ll be the one crushed….., I will fuck you up slut!” Arielle growls back.

The referees come running over from the other side of the field and separate the two girls before things get out of hand. They are given a strict warning and the game continues.

After watching the Arielle and Kennedy confrontation it seems to energize the two teams to a new level as foul after foul is now being called.

The redhead manages to steal the ball during a pass and runs down the field. Just as she kicks the ball Kennedy comes plowing into her, knocking her to the ground; Arielle scores, tying the game up at 4-4. However she is not too happy with Kennedy’s and jumps to her feet.

“You fucking bitch!” She yells out and charges the Rockwell girl. Kennedy is ready for her and the two girls throw themselves into a swinging, kicking, punching, clawing catfight. The two girls tear into each other, arms and legs getting all tangled up as they fall to the ground. Kennedy has the advantage and she rolls on top of the redhead. She cocks her arm back and just as she’s about to throw a knockout punch the referee grabs her arm. The other referee comes over and quickly grabs a hold of Arielle and the two girls are pulled apart.  

After couple of scratches and some light bruising, the girls are given a five minute penalty for fighting. It’s their final warning. Next time they foul they will be thrown out of the game.

The contest aggressively continues and before long Arielle and Kennedy are back on the field bumping elbows.

With just minutes left in the game, Kennedy steals a pass between Abby and Amber. She runs down field and kicks the ball in. They play out the last few remaining seconds and the game ends 5 to 4 Rockwell girls.

While a celebration happens on one side of the field, disappointment plays out on the other. The Rockwell girls start taunting the Brooksdale girls, calling them losers and bitches. The referees stand between the two groups of girls to make sure a brawl doesn’t start.

Rockwell has now one upped Brooksdale tigers. Arielle and her girls head back with their tails between their legs.

Chapter 3

The Seven usually meet up in the library after school each day. Arielle has her favorite little table she sits on as the girls gossip and make plans. She’s been known to jokingly call it her throne.

There’s an argument breaking out between Abby and Amber about the pass that Kennedy stole.

“Bitch I kicked the ball right to you and you let that slut take it from you!” Amber sneers as she approaches the blonde.

“Fuck you cunt! Maybe if you would have kicked it a little harder I would have been able to take possession.” Abby snaps back and pushes in nose to nose with the brown-haired girl.

The other girls in the group are watching this confrontation play out.

“It’s your fucking fault we lost!” Amber butts her forehead against Abby’s pushing her back.

“Fuck you! It’s your fault slut.” Abby shoves back and the two girls hiss and snarl into each other’s faces.

“Get her Abby!” Ayunia shouts out in a way that sounds like this is something that happens on a regular basis.

“Fuck that…, my money is on Amber.” Nicole replies

The two girls latch onto each other’s hair and start pulling away at one another.   They yank each other chin to chin and stumble around a bit, hissing and snarling into each other’s face as they look down their nose into each other’s hate filled eyes. 

“Oh yeah, fight each other bitches!” Summer shouts out teasingly.

The two girls start slapping, ripping and punching away at each other. Their legs get all tangled up and they stumble over to one of the library bookcases. Amber has a much better grip on Abby’s hair as she slams her head against the books.

“Give bitch or I’ll rip your hair out and smash your fucking face!” Amber shouts as she pulls hard and jerks back and forth

 Abby knows she’s in a losing position, her scalp is burning from the severe pull Amber is putting on her. She tries pulling back on Abby’s hair and can’t get the leverage.

 The two are holding each other nose to nose, schoolgirl stocking covered legs tangled tight together.

“Give now bitch!” Amber shouts and then spits in Abby’s face, most of it landing on her clinching teeth and lips. Abby spits back against Amber’s mouth.

The dark-haired girl snicker. She uses her tongue to gather up the spittle from across her own lips and teeth and then spits back across the other girls mouth. “I said fucking give now bitch!” She shouts again in the other girl’s face and then wrenches on her hair until tears start coming out of Abby’s eyes.

“Oh you girls are nasty sluts!” Ayunia yells out.

“Fucking give up you cunt!” Amber yells out again and then slams Abby’s head into the wall.

“I give.., I give” Abby screams out. It’s not the first time Amber has had to put the girl in her place.

“Gee, I thought you two sluts were going to start making out or something.” Willow giggles.  

The somber mood around the school continues into the next day. It has most of the other girls agitated and bitchy towards one another. It can also be that many of the girls are getting ready to start their cycle, they are very irritable and on edge. Up and down the hallway between classes, a lot of girls can be seen picking at each other. 

Suddenly this fight breaks out between two cute sophomore girls named Ava and Mia. They have a hold of each other’s neckties and pulling each other face to face. With their free hand they start clawing away at anything they can get their nails into. The necktie move is often used by the girls at Brooksdale. 

A swarm of girls quickly surrounds them chanting “Fight” “Fight” “Fight”. A few of the girls from the Seven push through the crowd including Arielle. They want to see what’s going on. The redhead is stunned at the ferocity these two sophomores are putting into their battle.

The girls have a reverse hair pull going on while at the same time pulling on each other’s neckties. Most hair pulls cause the head to snap back. These two girls were pulling forward with both their hair and each other’s neckties, causing their angry faces to smash together hard. You can see the grit and determination on their grimacing faces; Arielle’s sure the two girls are hoping someone from the seven is watching them fight.  

As the two sophomores take each other to the floor they can’t seem to get tight enough. Legs are entwined as they lay on their sides, their faces angled up, somewhat cheek to cheek.  Ava’s right and Mia’s left eye balls can be seen tight together through a web of pulling hair, their lashes combing through each other causing their mascara to stick. The two of them lay there completely entwined and nearly motionless as the girls surrounding them chanted for them to fight harder.

“Yeah that’s it bitches.., rip each other’s hair out!” A random girl yells out.

“Fight harder sluts!” Another one screams.

Suddenly the campus security can be heard yelling from down the hall.

“Oh shit, oh shit…, their coming!” A girl in the back of the crowd starts yelling out.

Arielle and Amber quickly come forward to break up the two girls. After some scratches, tears and smeared makeup the girls are pulled apart. The crowd quickly starts to intermingle like nothing happened.

“Who do you think was winning that fight?” Amber asks, as her and Arielle make their way down the hall.

“I’m not sure, but it sure was intense.” The redhead replies.

A couple of day’s later things start to calm down around the school. Arielle has her little spy agents that she uses to keep track of what’s going on in the other school, as well as her own.

And she’s well aware that Kennedy’s has her own little army of skanks watching out for her too.

A lot of girls in the clique speculate as to what goes on in the lower ranks between the two academies.  Some of girls that are attending were best friends back in high school, now their enemies, informants, or maybe even manipulators. One thing for sure is there is never a lack of juicy rumors floating around.  

Chapter  4

An off campus field trip is marked on the calendars for all the seniors and juniors. Today they’re all being bused to a science atrium where they will participate in a tour and listen to boring lectures. 

Not even half way through the agenda, the Seven take it upon themselves to sneak out. They slip into the office building next door just looking for some relief from the humdrum.  

After exploring a bit they decide to take the elevator up. 

They all gather in and push the button for the second floor. 

The elevator makes its way up and stops; as the girls get ready to exit, the doors open and suddenly their all in for the shock of their lives. 

For there waiting to get in are the Rockwell wildcats. Everyone’s eyes get big as this face to face encounter plays out. 

Kennedy and her girls are quick to react. As the Brooksdale girls attempt to exit they are suddenly pushed back into the elevator. Kennedy charges forward and pushes Arielle back. The two of them end up latched onto each other’s hair inside the elevator. 

As the doors closes a struggle ensues. It’s a tangled mess as the two groups of schoolgirls mix together inside the small compartment.

None of the girls not really knowing if this is supposed to be a fight or not. The sudden encounter has them a bit confused on how to react. As the girls pair up their attention seems to be half locked on their own struggle and half locked on the reaction from Arielle and Kennedy.

“You cheating fucking bitch!” Arielle snarls into Kennedy’s face.

“Cheating?” The Rockwell girl pulls the redhead in nose to nose. “You just can’t take loosing, slut!”

“Bullshit…., you’re a foul slut!” Arielle moves forward in an attempt to push the dark-haired girl back. She’s met with firm resistance as Kennedy steps in with her full body. For a moment the two struggle, pulling hair and attempting to pin the other girl against the elevator wall. They snarl into each other’s faces.

“Get her Kennedy!” One of the Rockwell girls named Emma shouts out.

“Push her back Arielle!” Amber yells out even as she finds herself is in a bit of a struggle with a brunette named Rebekah.

The elevator is suddenly filled with the mixing pheromones of 14 young women along with the fruity smells of their girly shampoos, lotions, lip gloss and perfumes. There’s a lot of scuffling and shifting going on as each girl argues and fights to control the rival she’s locked up with.

The two leaders struggle gets tighter; each tries to snap the other ones head back. They glare hatefully into each other’s eyes. Bodies are aligned perfectly from head to toe. Both are now up on their toes and leading in with their tits.

“I’m going to crush you bitch!” Kennedy growls into Arielle’s mouth, her eyes welded onto the redhead’s with hate.

“Yeah that’s it Kennedy…, crush the slut!” Another Rockwell girl named Tresne speaks out.

“Push the cunt against the wall, rip her fucking hair out!” Nicole yells out aggressively.

The swam of girls surrounding Arielle and Kennedy move in and out like waves as each girl struggles against a rival. Some pairs of legs get locked in with each other. Some girls are even cheek to cheek as they take in Kennedy’s and Arielle’s test of strength directly in front of them.

The two leaders stumble and turn and are now 180 degrees from where they started.  Kennedy appears to be winning the tip toe battle as she pushes the redhead down until she flat footed. Arielle is pushed against the elevator doors.

The small space erupts in chaos: yelling, screaming, pushing and shoving.

“That’s it Kennedy…, you got her!”

“Push her back!”

“Fight back Arielle…, Fight!”

Kennedy uses her forehead, tits, and even her pubic bone to pin the redhead. The Wildcats break out in cheers.  Suddenly the elevator starts to move. Surprising looks spread across all the girl’s faces, but Kennedy’s not about to let the redhead go. She tries to capitalize on her advantage by holding the girl in place. Within seconds the elevator arrives back on the first floor and the doors open. Arielle is pushed to the ground

“You girls need to get out of this building now.” A security guard is standing there threatening the young women.   The girls all scramble, the Rockwell girls going off one way and the Brooksdale girls heading off the other.

Back on campus the next day word spreads of the Sevens elevator encounter with the Wildcats, some of the rumors ranging from a simply confrontation to a hair pulling catfight. Word has it that Kennedy had overpowered Arielle once again and would have finished her off if it wouldn’t have been for a security guard breaking things up.

Over the next few days Arielle finds herself having a hard time saving face around school. A lot of the girls walking by are giving her questioning looks. What’s worse is there’s another rumor starting to spread around that Kennedy has been sleeping with the redhead’s boyfriend, a star quarterback named Kyle Wilson at a nearby university. This has Arielle doubly concerned about her reputation.

Chapter 5

Several weeks later the two schools meet up again, this time for their annual Volleyball game, a game that Arielle vows to win. And not just win, she wants to humiliate Kennedy in front of everyone. The redhead discusses her strategy with her teammates, letting everyone know they need to take on the Rockwell girls over the top of the net, and to look for any opportunity to set her up against Kennedy. Arielle and the girls practice, a lot.

The tensions between the two teams are sky high since the elevator encounter. It takes everything Arielle has to keep herself from running over and ripping that bitches hair out as the two teams take to the court. 

After a quick volley things start to get aggressive. Right away it appears this game is going to be played close to the net, both teams focusing in on setting up their teammates. It seems the Rockwell girls have the same strategy and it’s causing some severe collisions.

Amber goes to set up Arielle knocking the ball straight above the dividing line over the net.  The Redhead charges forward from several feet back. Out of the corner of her eye she can see Kennedy charging forward from the other side as well.  

The two girls launch themselves up to the ball and collide with a loud smack of flesh against flesh. 

Kennedy takes the blunt of the impact and is knocked on her ass with the ball landing on the Wildcats side of the court. 

The Brooksdale girls laugh and cheer at what their leader has just done to the Wildcat. The look of hateful revenge fills Kennedy’s face as she makes her way back to her feet. 

“That won’t be happening again bitch!” The Rockwell girl sneers from the other side of the net.

“We’ll see.” Arielle snickers.

The game continues to play out back and forth with the Brooksdale girls taking the first game of five. Things really seem to ratchet up, getting more and more physical, girls regularly colliding over the net again and again. Some of them purposely leading with their chests, looking to use their tits as battering rams to knock their opponents on their asses. The opportunity finally comes for Kennedy to get her revenge. Eden -one of the Rockwell girls – couldn’t have set the ball up more perfect. From several feet back Kennedy runs forward. Arielle was just waiting for another chance to knock the dark-haired bitch on her ass. The two girls collide with a liquid like smack of flesh, tit to tit and nose to nose, their fists both connecting with the ball at the same time.

This time Kennedy lands straight on her feet face to face with Arielle looking right back at her, a near perfectly equal collision. Their hate filled eyes lock through the net. They hear cheers on the Rockwell side as the ball lands on Brooksdale’s side.

“Fuck you bitch!” Arielle growls.

“Sorry but I think I’d rather fuck Kyle instead!” Kennedy sneers through the net.

Arielle charges forward trying to get at Kennedy through the net. Many of the redhead’s teammates run over, pulling her back, worried about the game being forfeited for fighting.  Arielle vows to kick Kennedy’s ass and the game continues.

Rockwell takes the next game tying it up at one win apiece. Things real reach their peak now as the girls collide over and over again. Arielle and Kennedy meet several more times over the net, the two girls violently bashing straight into each other. Force matching against force as strength and the resistance of pain are tested against each other.

 Arielle finds herself wishing there was no net in between her and the dark-haired girl. The two of them could just launch themselves straight into one another, entwine their arms and legs in mid air and bring each other to the ground in a vicious catfight.

Brooksdale ends up winning the next game followed by a win for Rockwell. The energy never seems to subside as this close-in playing continues into the final game. The next day many of the girls will be sporting bruises across their arms, legs, and faces, badges of honor to show off as they walk through the hallways at school. Arielle and Kennedy will be no exception as their teammates continue to set them up for collision over and over, each time landing on their feet, face to face ready to launch at each other again and again

 At one point in the game there must have been five of six collisions in a row as a girl from either side would save the ball only to set the two girls up right away for another painful impact.  The girls surrounding them were in awe as they watched these perfectly timed collisions, perfect D-cup tits smashing together, even their faces were smashed together from time to time.  

The Brooksdale girls end up taking the tournament 3 games to 2. Arielle is overjoyed, pleased with her teammates performance, especially knowing that she was able to embarrass that bitch by knocking her on her ass.

Chapter 6

Back at the Rockwell campus there’s a lot of bitterness settling in with the girls: Emma, Kate, Echo, Tresne, Eden, and Rebekah. Especially Kennedy, who doesn’t at all appreciate being made a fool of in front of her girls. She is enraged with anger. “One way or another I’m going to rip that bitch apart!” She tells her classmates.

A few weeks down the road Arielle and her girls are gathered in the library after school in their usual place. Suddenly the door bursts open and in charges a line of Rockwell girls. They immediately start pushing back tables and chairs as they make their way in.  Directly behind them Kennedy charges forward. It’s a sneak attack on the Brooksdale girls, primarily Arielle. 

“I’m going to kick your fucking ass bitch!” Kennedy shouts out while charging forward.

Arielle jumps off her table and gets just enough forward momentum to collide with the Rockwell girl in the center of the room. 

The two of them come together in a whirlwind of fists, claws, arms, and legs. They start spinning around the room out of control, punching and clawing away at whatever they can land their fists and nails into. The sound of smacking flesh and ripping fabric plays out over their cursing and screaming.

“I will kill you, you fucking cunt!” Kennedy screams

“I’m going to tear you apart, fucking skank!” Arielle shouts back

Most of the other girls are shocked as to how quick and violent the fight becomes. They have all latched onto a rival in an awkward way of making sure no one else interrupts the fight between their leaders.

They watch on in awe as the two schoolgirls yank and pull each other around the room. It doesn’t take long for the atmosphere in the room to really heat up.

“Kick her ass Kennedy!” 

“Fuck her up Arielle!”

“Rip her apart!”

“Pull that bitch’s hair out!”

The girls surrounding the fight are now getting more controlling with each other. Pulling and yanking on each other, some even locking legs.

As Kennedy and Arielle continue to take each other on, neither one is showing any kind of gain as they swing, pull, rip, punch, and claw away at one another. A real schoolgirl catfight!

 Minutes seem to go by when finally an advantage starts to show through. Arielle is on the defense as she finds herself having to block and catch Kennedy’s wailing fists and claws. The two of them have since ripped each other’s shirts open and are doing more pulling and yanking now than clawing and punching.

Arielle reaches through and latches onto Kennedy’s hair. The Rockwell girl responds with her own hair pull.  This results in the two girls entwining their legs as they come together face to face.

“Had enough bitch!” Kennedy snarls into the redhead’s face.

“Not until I rip that bitch face of yours off, slut!”  Arielle shoots back.

“You don’t have it in you, cunt!” Kennedy pulls the redhead nose to nose, entwining their legs even tighter.

“I have more than enough to beat your ass!” Arielle growls.

“Then bring in bitch!” Kennedy responds and starts pulling away at the Brooksdale girl’s hair.

Arielle responds in kind as their embrace tightens. The whirlwind subsides allowing the circle of girls around them to close in. The crowd takes in all the grunting, panting, and straining. Watching the two girls struggle with hate filled faces pressing; eyes locked together, their ripped open shirts allowing their bra covered tits to smash.

The scene is really working the girls surrounding them into a frenzy.

“Yeah that’s it Kennedy…., rip that bitch apart!”

“Crush that cunt…, break her fucking legs!”

Arielle and Kennedy continue to look for a better position to pull and squeeze, the movement causing their skirts to rise up as they work themselves into a pubic bone crush, panty to panty.

“Wanna see how tight I clinch onto your boyfriend while he’s fucking me, bitch?” Kennedy sneer into the redhead’s face.

“Fuck y….” before Arielle can even get her words out; Kennedy is crushing the redhead from head to toe.

To keep from being crushed to death the Brooksdale girl has no choice but to respond in kind.

The two hiss and snarl face to face through their clinched teeth, lips and noses smashing together. Wide open eyes locked, every muscle in their bodies tight and crushing.

After several seconds Arielle’s muscle break loose from their tight grip.

“That’s it bitch…., you don’t have what it takes to fuck Kyle like I do.” Kennedy chuckles

“I’ll fucking crush you cunt!” Arielle launches her muscles back into a tight squeeze. She keeps her wide open eyes locked onto the Rockwell girl’s. ’Who can clinch tighter?’ ‘Who can fuck Kyle harder?’  ‘Has he been comparing us?’ It was all racing through the redhead’s mind.

She holds the squeeze longer this time but still ends up breaking loose first

“Face it slut….., you don’t have what it takes to fuck like I can!” Kennedy sneers into the redhead’s face.

There is a moment of pause as that statement settles into Arielle’s mind. The two girls are panting hard, blowing spittle across each other’s clinched teeth and snarling lips. Hate filled eye locked together. Their hips are shifting back and forth, whether it is involuntary or not, it’s causing their panty covered pubic bones to grind together 

Suddenly Arielle spits across Kennedy’s mouth.

“Yeah Kyle told me you’re a spitter.”  Kennedy’s eyes pierce through the redhead’s as she uses her tongue to lick the spit off her lips and teeth. “But nobody is as nasty as I am bitch!” The dark-haired girl replies with a wet slop of spit across Arielle’s mouth.

“You fucking slut!” The Brooksdale girl licks her lips and spits back.

“I know Kyle likes a good sloppy kiss. He tells me how much wetter I am than you are, up top and down below.”  Kennedy licks up the building mixture and spits even more across the redhead’s snarling mouth.

“You fucking bitch….,choke on it!” Arielle spits back.

“You fucking choke on it cunt!” Kennedy spit back but this time pushes the spit into Arielle’s mouth with her tongue.

The redhead’s eyes widen even more as she finds herself having to push back or choke on the Wildcat’s tongue.

For several seconds the two schoolgirls push spit back and forth as if their lives depend upon it. Eyes wide open, glaring with hate.   

Gasping and panting plays out from the girls crowded around them.

“Oh fuck this is getting nasty!”

“Get her Kennedy…., choke that bitch out!”

“Gag that fucking cunt, Arielle!”

After several seconds the two girls pull back. They stare into each other’s eyes, linked together with several strings of their mixed spit bridging across their lips..

“Is that all you got bitch” Kennedy snarls and they immediately come back together, mixing and trading more of their schoolgirl spit.

A lot of shifting and squirming surround the fighting schoolgirls as more cheers and demands ring out. Arielle swears she can even hear the smacking of lips and tongues encircling them.

Their fight becomes even sloppier as their mixing spit starts dripping off their chins. They go from pulling hair to clinching each other tight – arms and legs wrapping, pulling – while squeezing themselves into a crushing schoolgirl kissfight!

Their hips are thrusting as each girl attempts to break the other one down: eyes wide open, bra covered tits crushing, pubic bones grinding, legs entwined.

“Oh my god, fight Kennedy fight!”

“FIGHT…., FIGHT…., FIGHT!!!”  The girls chant.

After what seems like several minutes a winner and loser starts to appear. Arielle finds herself depleted. Every muscle in her body is aching and throbbing. Her attempt to push herself away is met with a finger lock. Kennedy’s not about to let the girl escape without complete domination and humiliation. For a few minutes they pushed each other back and forth, stumbling around with Arielle doing her best to fight back. A few times it appears the redhead is back in the fight, looking to overwhelm Kennedy with her tongue and spit. But its short lived as the girl’s resistance finally breaks.

Kennedy pushes the redhead onto the schoolgirl’s favorite table.  Still finger locked she pins the girl down, hands over their heads. She mounts Arielle panty to panty and starts fucking her directly on the Brooksdale queen’s throne. Both are drenched in their mixing arousal as they grind it out cunt to cunt. The girls never breaking off their kiss or the hate filled glare as their eyes remain locked together. Arielle is half heartedly trying to fight back. At least showing her girls she isn’t going down without a fight.

The Rockwell girls are yelling and screaming for Kennedy to “Choke the bitch out!” and “Crush her cunt!” The disappointment has the Brooksdale girls easily controlled by the Wildcats. They were being pushed and shoved around the room, some being pushed to the floor.

Arielle’s cunt explodes. She moans like a dying pig while her mouth is filled with Kennedy’s sloppy tongue. The redhead feels like she’s drowning in their mixing spit. Kennedy can feel the Brooksdale girl’s pussy squirting uncontrollably through their panties, flooding the intersection between them. With Arielle nearly passing out, Kennedy easily has the strength left in her to finish the Seven leader off.

A half conscious redhead chokes as Kennedy rams her tongue deep down her throat. The Wildcat continues grinding until she finishes the fuck, shooting her own juice straight through the warring fabric of their red and black schoolgirl panties.

Arielle feels the humiliating loss of her cunt being filled with the victors cumming discharge just before she passes out.

They laid their glued together for what seemed like several minutes. The girls surrounding them snickering and commenting on the fight and the way the two girls appeared to be stuck together with cum, sweat, and spit. Kennedy would never admit it but it took everything she had to put the redhead down.

The Wildcat finally pulls herself off the leader of the Seven. Strings of cum and spit linking their bodies as they come apart. Once in a standing position, Kennedy reaches down and pulls Arielle’s panties off. She then spits on the girls naked cunt. She starts twirling the panties around her finger.

“Think I wear these the next time I see Kyle. I wonder what his reaction will be when I tell him I fucked these panties off his girlfriend.” The dark-haired girl snickers “Come on girls…., our business here is finished.” Kennedy makes her way to the door twirling Arielle’s red panties as the Wildcats all exit the room.

 Chapter 7

Just when the Brooksdale girls thought they had an advantage over the Rockwell girls with the volleyball victory, they had this surprise attack that left them in a bit of a shock.  It doesn’t take long for the rumors to spread around the school. How Kennedy pounded and ripped Arielle apart, and then sexually humiliated her in front of all the elites.

It takes days for Arielle to even show her face around school. To her surprise she receives a lot more sympathy than she expected. She realizes things can’t go back to the way they were. But she knows for certain there is something she can do to fix this.

“Revenge!” She snarls to herself.

And so the wheels start turning and a strategy is created.

Weeks go by and the spirit around the school improves. On paper the two schools are about dead even when it comes to academics and athletics. But in secret everyone knows the scale leans heavily towards the Wildcats. Arielle has it in her mind to change that. 

Arielle’s secret little army of spies have been informing her all about the Wildcats daily activities. She knows the group hangs out in the locker room just about every day after school.

The Seven’s daily after school gathering changes from gossip and drama to practice and planning. Their meetings no longer take place in the library, but in the gymnasium.  The Seven girls are seen walking around school constantly sporting little scratches and bruises on their arms, legs, and faces. Rumors spread about what could be going on inside the locked doors of the gymnasium. Nothing ever comes to light…, until the day finally arrives. 

Chapter 8

The locker room doors suddenly burst open and the Brooksdale Seven girls charge in two by two with Arielle coming in from behind. There’s a bit of a surprised look on the Rockwell girl’s faces.

“I’m here for my revenge, cunt!”  Arielle shouts out with anger.

“Take if you can, bitch!” Kennedy replies and the two girl charge forward.  In an almost duplicate replay of their last fight the two girls come together in a tangle of arms and legs, punching, clawing, and ripping away at anything they can get the nails or fists into. The other girls in the room have all latched onto a rival, pushing and shoving each other back and forth. This time the scuffling between the two groups nearly erupts into an all out war. The fighting is barely contained, but only by the idea of the main battle between Arielle and Kennedy.  This time the fight between the two leaders appears to be much more violent than their last one.

Like a tornado the two girls swing each other around the room in a whirlwind, punching, clawing, and ripping away at each.  Hair is pulled, shirts are ripped open, faces are punched and clawed. Their bras are completely ripped off their bodies.  When they reel back and see each other’s naked tits, they launch forward, digging their nails deep to each other’s young firm bosoms.

“You fucking bitch, I’ll rip your tits off!”  Kennedy shouts

“Not if I don’t rip yours off first, cunt!”  Arielle snaps back.

The two of them are pushing and pulling each other back and forth until Arielle manages to back the wildcat up. The dark haired girl trips over one of the locker room benches. The two of them go tumbling to the floor but quickly jump up ready to continue. They face off again: shirts ripped open, bras stripped away and laying in a tangle mess on the floor.

The two of them are huffing and panting. Bare tits scratched up with little tricklets of blood running down their smooth firm flesh. For a brief moment they eye each other.

“What’s the matter bitch…, too tired to keep it up!” Kennedy claims between panting breathes.  

“You’re the one that can’t keep up, slut!”  Arielle snaps back.

“Fuck you bitch!” Kennedy shouts and launches forward.

They come together again punching and clawing. The fight eventually takes its toll as both girl’s rapid swinging starts to slow down. It’s Kennedy this time trying to thwart off the redhead’s fists and claws. The two girls end up again finger-locked, pushing each other back and forth.

‘This is it.’ Arielle believes she has the dark haired girl on the ropes. “You’re finished bitch!” Arielle shouts out between gasps.

“I don’t fucking think so slut!” Kennedy replies while huffing and panting. She charges forward, bare chest thrusting out and smacks together tit to tit with the redhead. Arielle gets knocked back a couple of steps. With their hands still finger-locked Kennedy charges forward again. This time Arielle leans into the impact and loses a half a step. The two girls remain pressing together nose to nose and tit to tit. They push hard.

“I will flatten you out bitch!” Kennedy shouts.

“In your dreams!” Arielle responds

The two girls dig their feet in and push forward. Their tits are completely pan caking together. The remain finger-locked, foreheads pressing, eyes locked, panting, grunting and growling into each other’s faces.  The girls around them shouting and cheering.

“Flatten the bitch out Kennedy.”

“Smash her tits Arielle!”

Arielle digs in deep and pushes. She starts to walk the dark-haired girl back: one step, two steps, three steps. Kennedy pulls back in retreat which causes Arielle to stop her forward momentum. She’s thinking Kennedy has given in, but suddenly the wildcat charges forward and knocks Arielle back two steps with a striking tit to tit blow. The redhead catches herself and pushes forward. Again Kennedy tricks her by pulling back and then charging forward. This time the redhead is ready for her and she leans forward into the impact of tits against tits. Arielle copies the Rockwell girl’s strategy and pulls back. Now Kennedy has no choice but to face a powerful onslaught of tit to tit collisions.

The two schoolgirls continually slam together. Sweat and blood spray off to the sides as the sound of tit flesh bashing together reverberates throughout the locker room.  Arielle drives forward again and again, a weakening Kennedy finds herself losing ground. She continues to show some resilience but after five or six move collisions the Wildcat starts to stumble. She finally leans in on Arielle and remains glued tit to tit with the Brooksdale girl. The two girls lock eyes and hiss into each other’s faces.

“Kyle’s going to be a bit disappointed when he finds out his new little slut got her ass kicked up by his old girlfriend.”  The redhead sneers into Kennedy’s face.

 “Fuck you bitch; I’ll never give in to a cunt like you!” The dark haired girl spits across Arielle’s mouth

The Brooksdale girl licks the spit off her lips while glaring hatefully into the dark haired girl’s eyes.

“You won’t need to slut…., your unconscious body will be good enough for me.” The redhead spits back and then attacks Kennedy’s mouth with her tongue, pushing forward she drives the Rockwell girl back.

The two girls remain finger-locked in their struggle. Kennedy leans into the fight pushing her spit coated tongue into the redhead girl’s mouth.

Another back and forth scuffle ensues. Within seconds their mixing spit is once again dripping off their chins. Wide open hate filled eyes are locked together; they pushing against each other face to face and tit to tit.

 “Get her Kennedy, take that bitch out again!”

“You got her this time Arielle, choke her out!”

As the two fighters stumble around the locker room it slowly becomes more and more apparent that Kennedy is losing the battle. In an opposite replay of their first fight Arielle manages to push the dark haired girl down until she falls onto the Wildcats favorite locker room bench.  The queen of Brooksdale mounts the queen of Rockwell right on her own throne and starts fucking the Wildcat panty to panty.

Still finger-locked together and holding Kennedy’s hands above her head, Arielle proceeds to screw the Rockwell girl into a stupor.

Within minutes cum is gushing from the dark haired girl’s cunt drenching the intersection of their panty covered cunts.

With the roles reversed it’s the Brooksdale girl in complete control.

Arielle does not let up as she continues to smash and crush the girl underneath, gagging her with their mixing spit, grinding into her tit to tit, crushing against her pussy to pussy. The redhead finally bursts into her own creaming orgasm as their panty covered cunts become drenched with even more schoolgirl juice.

They two of them lay there semi unconscious for what seems like several minutes, churning into each other.

The girls around them can hear their mixing cum sloshing back and forth between their soaking wet panties.

A few of the Brooksdale girls holding the some of the Rockwell girls in place, forcing them to take in their leaders position on the bottom.

“Look at your subservient leader being crushed by our girl now, you little bitch!”

“Who’s the alpha now, you fucking pussies!”

As Arielle gives Kennedy the last couple of grinds, she sneers into her face and then spits one last time into the girl’s mouth.

“You lose cunt!” The redhead snarls and then peels herself off Kennedy’s sweat and cum soaked body.

Arielle reaches down and pulls the Wildcat’s black panties off.

“An eye for an eye, bitch!”  She starts twirling the panties on her finger “I can’t wait for Kyle to see me in the panties that I fucked right off his new little slut.”

The new alpha turns and makes her way out of the locker room, twirling Kennedy’s panties with her posse following close behind.

 Chapter 9

It doesn’t take long for the rumors to spread. Arielle’s feeling uplifted from all the girls walking by praising her on her win. The Queen of Brooksdale knows that she can’t let her guard down. Her and rest of the Seven need to keep up with their routine, even step it up a bit. The end of the school year will be here before they know it. Still enough time for something to happen between now and then that could send her off graduating in shame. There’s the matter of the lacrosse game that is played at the end of the year. With the two schools being dead even on their academics and athletics scores, this could be the deciding factor as to which school comes out on top this year. 

There seems to be a bit of an eerie silence between the two schools as the weeks pass by. There’s usually rumors’ flying back and forth about some kind of confrontation or something happening around town between the girls, but there’s nothing.

That is until one day as the Seven girl’s gather for their usual after school activites in the gymnasium. A Rockwell girl named Alice was pounding on the outside door.

The Brooksdale Seven girls were quick to react and pulled her in. Amber and Kate take a hold of her, restraining her. They’re just about to put her through torture when she shouts out that she has a message from the Wildcats.

“Kennedy sent me with a message…,”

It gets quite as the Seven wait for the girl’s next words.

“She is challenging Arielle to a Schoolgirl Catball Catfight.” The girl looks over and locks eyes with Arielle. “That’s if you even know what one is?” Alice inquires.

“Hey smartass bitch!” Amber jerks the girls arm.  

“There’s no need for an explanation!” Arielle replies.

There’s a bit of an awkward pause.

“She says she wants the two of you to catball sometime after the lacrosse game. To find out which one of you will truly be the Queen at graduation.” The girl explains.

The only hesitation from Arielle is her mind racing with the Idea of balling together with the Wildcat bitch. She can feel her nipples throb and her pussy twitching.

“You tell Kennedy that I accept her challenge to a schoolgirl catball catfight, and she should be prepared to be crushed!” The redhead states. 

“Let her go!” Arielle then shouts out.

So now Arielle is left pondering about locking up with the Rockwell girl. She suddenly realizes Kennedy has probably been practicing in some bizarre way, and has a fucked up plan to take her on.

All kinds of rumors fly back and forth about the up-coming battle, even one that has the two of them tying their schoolgirl neckties together and fighting it out. 

Arielle decides to run some offense. She knows Kennedy’s little messager could possibly be spying. So the redhead sends out one of her own secret little spies as an interceptor. There’s no advantage for Arielle having a Rockwell girl roaming around on the Brooksdale campus.

It doesn’t take long for her girl Mia to approach her one day with some news.

“I am supposed to give this to you!” Mia states and moves forward. Arielle’s a bit confused but allows the girl to come in.  Mia plants a juicy kiss on the redhead’s mouth. It’s a deep tongue kiss that’s wet and very sloppy. As the girl pulls back there’s a bridge of spit linking their lips.

“I was supposed to deliver that to you…., that was Kennedy’s spit.”  The girl explains.  

Arielle eyes get big. She finds herself swirling the foreign saliva around in her mouth.

“Was that directly from Kennedy?” She asks

“No…, it was through Tristan, her messenger.”

“Before you go to meet her again, make sure you come and see me.” Arielle instructs Mia.

The next day during lunch, the girl comes to see Arielle.

The redhead takes the girl in her arms and fills her mouth with spit, swirling it all around deep inside Mia’s mouth with her tongue. She pulls back with several strings bridging their mouths.

“Take that with you…., tell Kennedy she can eat my spit!”  

And now for the next few days the two alpha girls continue to trade their spit back and forth through their messengers.

One day as Mia approaches Arielle for their usual exchange, the girl stops and says, “I have something new for you.” She then leans in and the two girls kiss deep and wet. Arielle knows what it is right away. After a deep mixing exchange they pull back. “I am supposed to tell you…, this is what you’re going to be tasting after Kennedy crushes the shit out of you.”

“Is that so?” Arielle responds, and so another kind of exchange occurs over the next few days.

Arielle can’t help but wonder what it’s like for Mia and her rival meeting up every day as they exchange and mix the spit and cunt juice of two alpha females together. ‘They must be soaking wet when they come together. Maybe they would even have their eyes open as they make the exchange, arguing about whose juice tastes better.  God only knows what they might be doing to each other.’ 

For several weeks the Brooksdale girls are busy with their practice and not just lacrosse practice. They know they must be in tip top shape in order to take on the Wildcat girls.

Chapter 10

Game day finally arrives. Somebody must be leaking rumors to the administration of all the hostility and the threats being passed back and forth between the two schools.  The administration doubles the number of referees for the lacrosse game.  “Expect fights!” is the message.

The tension is at an all time high as the players all come out onto the field. After a bit of a warm up Arielle and Kennedy come together for the face-off. They eye each other hatefully.

The two smack their lacrosse sticks together and the referee places the ball inside their joined netted sticks.

“I hope you like the taste of my pussy, bitch….., because you’re going to have a face full of it real soon!” Kennedy snarls

“You’re going to be the one eating cunt after I crush the shit out of you, slut! Arielle responds.

The whistle blows and the two girls fight for control of the ball. For a moment the two girls seem more concern with testing their strength against each other than actually taking possession of the ball. For several seconds the girls pry back and forth.  Suddenly their sticks slip past each other and Kennedy ends up with the ball. She quickly takes off running with Arielle in pursuit. 

The dark-haired sprints all the way down the field, pulls her stick back and launches the ball into the net for the first score of the game.  Cheer and chants ring out on the Rockwell girl’s side.

Arielle and Kennedy meet up again for another face-off.

Their sticks come together aggressively. The ball is placed inside their joined nets.

“Soon you’ll be nothing but a crushed cunt! “ Kennedy sneers.

“I’m going to turn you inside out you fucking skank!” Arielle responds.

The whistle blows and once again the two girls struggle. Their sticks slip apart and this time Arielle ends up with the ball. She runs down field and quickly evens the score.

Again they meet up. More words are exchanged. This time the ball slips from both their nets and is quickly swept up by one of the Brooksdale girls. The ball is run down the field. After a few passes back and forth the girls manage to score another point.

As the game plays out the aggression level increases. The girls continually smash and slam into each other as they fight for control. Penalties for both sides are being called out over and over again; cross-checking, interference, tripping, slashing. All of which is pale in comparison to what the girls are actually doing to each other when the referees are not looking.

A fight suddenly breaks out between Carla and Katrina. The girls get in some pretty good shots before getting tangled up in a ball. They roll around on the field several times before the fight is finally broken up. The referees use the girls as an example and expel both of them from the game. But this doesn’t seem to help as more and more scuffles break out.

At one point Amber and a Rockwell girl named Eden find their lacrosse sticks locked together and a tug of war ensues. Back and forth the girls pull each other around the field to the chants and cheers of their teammates. The referees let this play out hoping one will quickly win the tussle and they can get back to the game, but this was not the case. The tug of war starts to rile both teams to the point of a possible gang fight. The referees know not to let the girls cross that line and the two girls are finally pulled apart.

As the game continues the referees become more and more frustrated with the girls. They are practically beating the shit out of each other out on the field.  At the end of the first half, the game is tied up 3 to 3. 

The second half of the game doesn’t start out any less hostile as the girls come out for even more blood. Whenever the referees are not looking the girls hit each other with their sticks, trade kicks, punches, or pull hair. Arielle and Kennedy are no exception. The two of them exchanging blows several times, slashing and body checking each other over and over again.

Now in the fourth quarter the score is tied up with 8 goals apiece.  Arielle has possession of the ball down in the Rockwell girl’s territory. With only a few minutes left in the game, the redhead pulls back to launch the ball into the goal. Kennedy however charges forward and tackles Arielle. The two of them get all tangled up and fall to the ground.

Arielle’s has had enough. She jumps up and goes after Kennedy. The dark haired girl is ready for her and the two of them sink their hands into each other’s hair. They start yanking and pulling one another around the field.

“Fuck her up Arielle! Nicole shouts out loud.

“No fuck you slut!” Rebekah pushes Nicole and next thing you know those two are locked together yanking and pulling hair.

Amber and Emma are suddenly become locked in a tight clinch of their own.  The next thing the referees see is the bench unloading from both sides of the field. Two mobs of girls suddenly become tangled together; pulling hair, rolling around on the ground, slapping, and clawing away at one another.

It becomes a complete free for all as groups of two, three, four, five, and even six girls get all tangled up in tight clinches: stumbling and rolling around together, ripping and pulling, clawing, kicking, and punching each other.

It takes all four referees, plus several bystanders – even some parents watching the game – to pull these wildcats and tigers apart.

The game gets called with just one minute remaining. Both teams are disqualified for fighting and unsportsmanlike conduct.

The girls all realize this could have a serious effect on their graduation. But surprisingly nothing ever comes to light. Like it was just all swept under the rug. Some believe it was the parent’s money that had an influence on making it all disappear.

With the lacrosse game disqualified and being that the two schools are tied in just about everything else, the “Excellence in Achievement” award will more than likely come down to their grade point average.

Arielle has something different on her mind. ‘All is not lost.’ She tells herself. There is still one finally opportunity to triumph and to graduate as the queen, even if it’s not indicated on her transcript.

Chapter 11

A secret meeting place, an oath sworn to be kept secret. On a Friday afternoon right after school, and exactly one week after the disqualifying lacrosse game, two rival groups of college schoolgirls gather in town at a local yoga studio. A second cousins girlfriend’s mom of one of the Rockwell girls has loaned out the studio for a private party. 

Weeks have gone by preparing for this encounter and now the time to “lock-up” is here.

There are refreshments and snacks lining the wall, along with a variety of wine, beer, and booze; all provided by the yoga studio owner. This isn’t the first time she’s sponsored a party like this.

It’s a bit awkward as the girls arrive and start to mingle, a few girls brushing together while trading insults, all their perfumes and pheromones swirling and mixing together around them.

Once everyone is accounted for things start to get interesting.

“Let’s get down to business.” Kennedy shouts out.

“Yes…, let’s start the show, shall we?” Arielle replies.

The two leaders come forward and press nose to nose, and for what seems like minutes the two girls simply stare deep into each other’s eyes.

There’s a restless shuffle going on around them as the girls settle in. A few snickers and giggles as each girl attempts to find an agreeable rival to lock up with. There’s even a group of four struggling quietly with each other, arguing as to who gets to lock up with who during the fight.

As Arielle and Kennedy’s arms hang down at their sides the two girls fumble with each other’s hands until they end up finger-locked. They remain nose to nose, staring hatefully into each other’s eyes.

They press in even tighter, hips shifting as they connect pubic bones.

“Are you ready to be crushed, bitch?” Kennedy snarls into the redhead’s face.

“You’re the one that’s going to be humiliated, slut!” Arielle responds with a hiss of her own.

“That’s it Kennedy…., connect with that bitch!” one of the Rockwell girl’s yells out.

“Stand up to her Arielle!” replies a Brooksdale girl.

After a minute or two of hard glaring their arms start coming up, stretching out to their sides, a sort of double crucifix. They hold the position as if locked together in some kind of pre-fight ritual.

Suddenly they push each other away.

“Ok cunt…, let’s get into it!” Kennedy shouts out loud and then practically rips her shirt off. She then pulls off her own bra and stands in front of the redhead, hands on hips, thrusting her bare naked tits out. She reaches down and pulls up the front of her skirt.  Arielle isn’t at all surprised to see the dark haired girl is wearing her red panties. The crotch is soaking wet with anticipation.

“I know you’re wearing them bitch…, just like I’m wearing yours!”  Kennedy shouts out. “And today I’m going to take my panties back!” The Wildcat proclaims

Arielle rips off her shirt and bra, thrusting her own young firm tits out she pulls up the front of her skirt, revealing Kennedy’s black panties, just as soaking wet as the red pair.

“Winner takes both!” Arielle replies and starts to remove the panties.

“Yes…, lets go ahead and knot them together as a trophy for the winner.” Kennedy responds while pulling down Arielle’s red panties.

“A symbol to remind the winner of her victory!” Arielle replies as she completes the removal of the Rockwell girl’s underwear.

The two girls move forward and align the gooey wet crotches of their traded panties. They start twisting them together. “Let our knotted schoolgirl panties forever be in a fight!” Arielle states as she locks eyes with Kennedy. 

“Yes…., a fight that will only be taken home by the winner of our schoolgirl catball!”   The dark hair girl agrees as the two of them complete the unbreakable bond.

 They toss the entwined undergarments over to Amber and Emma, who just happen to be standing in the right place off to the side. The Wildcat and the Tiger start to fight over the twisted garments until they mutually agree to share. They take turns examining the knotted red and black fabric.

Kennedy raises her claws “Are you ready to FIGHT, BITCH?” The dark haired girl shouts.

Arielle raises her claws in response, “Let FIGHT CUNT!” She replies with a charge forward.

The two young women come together in a liquid smack of flesh, tit to tit and face to face. Their claws are digging into hair, their backs, and each other’s asses. Faces attack each other, spiting, licking and biting. Legs become entangled and locked together. They stumble around the yoga studio. Angry faces with wide open eyes glued together; they’re hell bent on devouring each other. All the girls surrounding them are screaming and shouting for the two alpha girls to rip each other apart.

“Tear into that cunt Kennedy!”

“Rip her fucking hair out Arielle!”

“Beat the shit out of her Kennedy!”

As they move around the room body to body their mouths and tongues are smearing together, biting each other’s lips, cheeks and tongues. Their claws are digging into anything they can get their nails into, sometimes making fists to smack each other in the side of their heads or to pound into each other’s backs.

As the battle wages on it becomes slower and tighter, yet they continue to pulling hair and smash their faces together. Makeup, tears, and spit all smearing together.

With their eyes wide open their tongues start to corkscrew together. Each one trying to push spit into each other’s mouths. They continue to stumble around a bit, legs entwined, squeezing one another tight, tight firm D-cup tits smashing together.  Hips are thrusting and churning into each other. The fronts of their skirts are being worked up until red and black pubic hair starts to grind and knot together. The two of them are huffing and puffing, tongues knotted together in a sloppy mess, eyes welded together, muffled grunts and groans as they call each other “slut”, “skank”, and “cunt”.

They try desperately to control each other in the fight. The stumbling has slowed to a tight little dance. They can hear the moans and gasps of the tangle girls all around them.  A lot of them are paired up with one hand ripping away at their rival’s hair, the other hand up under each other’s skirts, fingering tight pussies.

Suddenly Arielle and Kennedy’s embrace starts to ease as if they have fought to some kind of a standstill.

Their mouths come apart, thick strings of spit bridging their mouths as they connect foreheads and glare into each other eyes.

Kennedy’s hands move down and she digs her claws into Arielle’s ass. The Wildcat pulls and works her hips in tight against the other schoolgirl.

“I’m going to crush your fucking cunt, bitch!” The dark haired girl snarls while glaring hatefully into the redhead’s eyes.

Arielle hands fall down. She gets underneath Kennedy’s skirt and digs her own nails into the Rockwell girl’s bare ass. She presses her forehead in hard against the other girl and starts working her hips in tight.

“Your cunt is going to be destroyed, slut!”  The redhead responds with a wicked snarl

It becomes a hot standing fuck. The two girls gyrate into one another, panting and snarling into each other’s faces as they work their wet cunts together. 

“Oh fuck yeah…., do it bitches!” A Rockwell girl yells out.

Get into sluts…, fight each other!” A Brooksdale girl responds.

Since their stumbling has slowed, the circle of girls surrounding them gets tighter. The fighting girls can smell the scents of the other girls swirling all around them, mixing in with their own fighting pheromones.

“Fight!”

“Fight!”

“Fight!”

The girls chant.

Arielle and Kennedy glare deep into each other’s eyes as they listen to the calls for them to fight. Pressing in face to face, their tongues once again start pushing spit into each other’s mouths.

“Tongue kiss each other deep and hard!”

“That’s it girls do it……, mix that spit together!”

Arielle and Kennedy don’t need any coaxing, they get right into it, pushing into each other hard, face to face, neck muscles straining

As if their bodies couldn’t get any tighter, the two girls seem to find new ways. Using their legs to twisting and pry into each other.  Lacing them together so tight one might think they would break.

They have long since lost their tennis shoes as their sock covered toes smash into each other.  Their finger nails continue to dig and pull each other tighter and tighter into the cunt grind. Tits are completely flattening out as they push hard. Faces twist with hate and anger as they smash together, tongues entwine and snake down each other throats, their mixing spit foaming and dripping off their chins while their eyes glare into each other with animosity.

Minute after minute passes by. Arielle and Kennedy continue to fight as all the hissing and snarling – gasps and moans play out all around them – rustling and ripping sounds mixed in with the smacking of lips and tongues.  

The two schoolgirls are huffing and puffing in to each other’s mouth. They start to waver.  The closing circle of girls keeps the two fighters from stumbling over. Suddenly it appears that the two girls have set each other off as an orgasm rips through their entwined bodies. Their faces never come apart as they blow spit back and forth between each other’s panting mouths. Their tongues remain deep, wide open eyes pleading for each other’s surrender as they feel their cunts splashing cream all over one another. 

The battle moves on as their entwined legs only seem to tighten. Their arms move up to take on a tighter hold. As their mixing juices leak down their tangled legs, they wrench themselves into a crushing embrace. 

For several more minutes the two girls squeeze and grind into each other with every bit of strength they have. 

The fighting eventually starts to take its toll. The weakening girls start to stumble. This time the circle is unable to keep them from falling over, even taking a few of the girls down with them.

They crash to the floor and break apart.  As they sit up they lock eyes. Kennedy turns towards the redhead and spreads her legs. She flips the front of her skirt up then leans back on her hands. While arching her back she thrusts her perfect tits out and starts rocking her wide open cunt in Arielle’s direction. She displays a decent size patch of black pubic hair edging above a thick and stiff protruding clit and the red and brown swollen lips of her soaking wet pussy.

“It’s time to get down to business, bitch.” Kennedy sneers with smeared lip gloss and spit dripping off her chin.

Seeing Kennedy’s thick but maintained bush causes Arielle to think of Kyle and how he begged the redhead to grow her own patch of red hair out a bit more.

Arielle turns to face her rival. She casually spreads her legs, flipping the front of her skirt up to reveal her own bushy cunt with an engorged clit and an inflamed pink and red labia.

“Looks like I’m not the only one Kyle has convinced to grow her hair out. I know how he likes to grind hairs together while we are fucking.” Kennedy states

“Yeah, well I’m sure he’d much rather have my red hair entwined into his light colored bush then your ugly black ones.”  Arielle shot back.

“It really won’t matter once my black hairs get a hold of your red ones. There won’t be anything left for you to fuck Kyle with.”  The Wildcats snickers. She reaches down and runs her fingers through the dense forest and then starts to massage her inflated clit and swollen labia.  She then takes two fingers and spreads open her pussy lips. Creamy arousal can be seen dripping from her hole.  

Arielle reaches down to comb through her own shaggy rug. She slowly massages her enlarged clit and then spreads her puffy pink and red pussy lips apart; her open fuck hole is leaking with cum and arousal.

“We’ll see whose hairs are stronger, bitch!” The redhead snaps back.

“O.K. then let’s cut the crap and get into slut!” The dark-haired girl commands.

 All the other girls huddling around wanting to get a close up look of the two cunt holes about to lockup. Some of the girls are still standing; some are down on the floor.

The two schoolgirls scoot forward; their fingers continuing to hold open their dripping wet pussies. Once they get within an inch of coming together they stop and pull their hands away. Both vaginas remain open as they look back and forth between their open cunts and each other’s eyes.

“I’m going to crush your clit, suck you in, and wring you out, bitch!” Kennedy snarls into the Brooksdale girl’s face.

“You’re the one that’s going to be crushed once I pull you inside and start to squeeze, slut!” Arielle hisses back.

“Then let’s FIGHT BITCH!” Kennedy shouts.

“FIGHT ME SLUT!” Arielle yells back

With that the two girls smash together, clit to clit and wet fuck hole into wet fuck hole. Red and black bushes immediately merge. For several seconds they grind into each other and then pull back. A sucking sound rings out as the two cunts come together and pull apart, a thick string of their mixing cum stretching out, linking their swollen clitorises.

Again they come together, grind, and then pull apart. Black and red hairs catching as more and more fluids are being pulled from deep inside them, several strings of cum now bridging their angry pussies. A slimy puddle of their mixing cum is forming on the floor between them.

All the girls surrounding them are panting and gasping as they watch their leaders cunts suck together.

Kennedy leans back on her hands while pushing her tits out on display, her nipples thick, hard, and angry.

“Time to get perfectly aligned bitch…” Kennedy continues, “Nipple to nipple, cunt to cunt, and clit to clit.”

Arielle stretches back displaying her own rock hard shafts and perfect tits. Her sweaty breasts are glistening in the hot yoga room lights.

“You’re right slut…, let’s align woman to woman.” Arielle replies while shifting her chest back and forth.

While keeping their hot pussies smashing together the two schoolgirls lean in until they are nipple to nipple. Their tits appear to be such a perfect match. They hold their nubs together tip to tip for several seconds. As their clits grind their nipples rotate and flick against each other.

The scene has some of the girl’s asking “Who has the stronger nipples?” Kennedy and Arielle try to answer that question as they start stabbing and flicking their stiff shafts against each other. Back and forth they line them up and pry them against each other, at one point holding them together side by side. Both sets of nipples equally bend as each girl attempts to pin the other. Eventually they slip off and the two girls pry them together in the opposite direction. Back and forth they go, neither one seeming to gain an advantage. At one point they hold them together for the longest time. You can see the struggle and determination in their faces, their nipples burning and throbbing against each other.  

“Oh my god did you see that?” One of the girls shouts out. “Their nipples are moving.”

The girls gather in for a closer look.

“Oh fuck that’s hot…, their nipples are actually fighting each other.” Another girl answers.

The two college schoolgirls are putting themselves on full display, locked in an erotic struggle against each other. This is what Arielle and Kennedy want. They want the girls in their clique to watch them destroy their rival. They want to be measured and compared against each other, directly in the spotlight of their peers. To prove which girl is better, hotter, stronger, and to do it right in front of a room full of girls.

“Let’s see the two of you go head to head.” One girl suggests.

“Yeah let’s see who can invert the other one’s nipples.” Another one shouts out.

Kennedy and Arielle pull back, gasping and panting. They slowly come together, taking care to perfectly align the tips of their nipples.

“Oh my god look at that…, their nipples are leaking!” One of the surrounding girls takes notice

“Oh shit you’re right!” Another one claims.

 Sure enough there’s a semi-clear milky fluid leaking from both sets of nipples.   

Arielle and Kennedy lock eyes. They can feel the other girl flexing her kegel, pulling and tugging away at each other’s cunts. They can feel their clits crushing and entwining together just like their nipples.

They continue to easy forward until the tips of their leaking shafts are touching. Their bodies give off a shiver and their pussy squirt a bit of pre-cum into each other. They slowly rotate together, smearing and mixing their nipple fluids together. Occasionally they pull back with strings of their mixing fluids bridging across from nipples to nipples. 

Arielle can feel the suction between their pussies building at the same time she feels Kennedy pulling at the milk ducts inside her nipples. The feeling nearly sends her over the edge.

They press in tighter and tighter, each time rotating their nipples together and then pulling away. A strange occurrence starts to happen as each time they pull away their nipples remain stuck together. It doesn’t take but one or two occurrences for the other girls to notice, especially Arielle and Kennedy.

“Look! Their nipples are sticking together.”

“Oh fuck you’re right…., I think I’m going to cum!”

After five or six more tugs the two schoolgirls hold steady and lock eyes with their cunts and nipples sucked together.

“This is fucking hot!”

“Now let’s see the two of you fight to invert each other.”

The two schoolgirl’s eyes are locked while they secretly trade cunt kegels, each one taking in the feeling of being nipple locked and clit entwined with each other simultaneously.

Arielle can feel her cunt expanding and extracting, like it’s reaching deep inside Kennedy’s cunt to pulling her in. The only thing is the dark haired girl’s cunt is doing the same exact same thing back to her cunt. A few sucking noise distracts the girls around them

“Oh shit it sounds like their fighting right now!”

“You’re right…,fuck!”

One of the Rockwell girls behind Kennedy leans in and starts whispering in her ear, “Invert her nipples with your nipples Kennedy and pin her clit with yours.” even though it was still loud enough for the rest of the girls to hear.

“Don’t listen to that bitch….push her nipples back Arielle….crush her clit.” A voice rings out over the redheads shoulder.

A grimacing look starts to appear on both schoolgirls faces.

“Their doing it…, their doing it!” One girl shouts out with excitement

Kennedy raises her hands and offers Arielle a finger-locked. The redhead reaches up and the two schoolgirls interlace their fingers and start to squeeze. But their hands are not the only thing their squeezing with.

With their shoulders back and their chest pushed out, their bodies remain connected nipples to nipples, clit to clit, and cunt to cunt.

Their faces twist and snarl as they fight now to invert each other with their nipples and clits.

“Get Kennedy…., invert her!”

Get inside her Arielle…, take her out!

Their cunts are sucking together in a deadly war themselves, gripping and crushing each other through a flood of their mixing sticky fuck goo. 

They move forward in tiny increments, two schoolgirls fighting to invert each other.

“Do it Kennedy….fight!”

“You can take her Arielle!”

Two orgasms have already rocked their bodies and they haven’t even started to catball yet. This was just the alignment stage. They understand it takes time to form a catball, it’s nearly a ritual in itself.

As their nipples nearly disappear inside their tit flesh, some of the girls around them are arguing as to who is winning this inversion fight

“Are you blind, Arielle has her beat!”

“Bullshit bitch…, Kennedy is inverting her!”

 Several more girls chime in.

“It looks like it’s a fair fight to me!”

“It does to me too…, it looks like a fair fight…., it’s a tie!”

Hearing this only causes the two girls to gush and struggle harder against each other. Pushing forward until their fighting nipples disappear into their merging tit flesh, but they don’t stop there, they continue to press, flattening their tits and pushing nose to nose. And suddenly it was right at their front door…. the catball.

“Last chance to back out bitch!” Kennedy snarls into the redhead’s face, their lips rubbing together as she speaks.

“You’re the one that should be taking that into consideration slut…, not me!”  Arielle responds with wet lips of her own.

The finger-lock is broken. Their arms and legs slowly start to coil around each other’s bodies.

“This is it girls, their catballing!” Tresne shouts out

“Oh fuck yeah…, get into it bitches!”

Each one taking hold of each other’s backs with their arms and legs, squeezing only to back off readjust and squeeze again. Each girl looking for the perfect hold in order to crush her rival into an unconscious orgasmic state.

Legs are brought up high, nearly over each other’s shoulders, arms wrapping around each other’s backs, one high, one low. Their hips rocking back and forth, testing each other’s hold as they worked themselves into a tighter and tighter squeeze.

These adjustments become smaller and smaller each time until they’re nearly motionless.

“Feel the catball bitch…, can you feel it?” Kennedy then crushes the redhead’s body with two quick jolts.

“Oh I can feel it alright slut…., can you?” Arielle respond with two quick jolts of her own.

“I can already feel your body weakening bitch!” They press in tight, nose smashing nose.

“You’re just feeling your own insecurities, because you know you’re going to be crushed.” 

Their arms and legs continue to move around a bit as the two schoolgirls look to get even tighter with each other.

They continue to rock their hips, giving each other hard sharp jolts as they crush and squeeze their young firm bodies together.

“This is it bitch…, FIGHT ME!” Kennedy shouts as she fills Arielle’s mouth with a spit laden tongue.

Arielle quickly response with a spit loaded tongue of her own.

The two schoolgirls are completely entwined and wrenching themselves into each other as tight as two girls can possibly get.

Their faces are smashing together, their eyes wide open, glaring with grimacing hate. Mouths are drooling as corkscrewing tongues fight to push their mixing spit deep into the backs of each other’s throats.  It doesn’t take long for it to start dripping in globs off their chins

Their bodies are completely crushed together. Arms and legs wrapped around each other like two spiders fighting to kill each other.

The girls all around them have paired up to form a circle of hair pulling, scratching, and fingering.

A couple of pairs of girls are sitting side by side, legs draped over each other, with one arm wrapped around the other one’s back they pull hair. The other hand is buried deep in each other’s pussy while they tongue kiss and finger each other They occasionally press cheek to check and watch the catball fight directly in front of them, arguing as to who is winning the fight.

Another couple pairs of girls are locked in a 69 positions, slurping and sucking away at each other’s pussies

Two more pairs of girls are practically wrapped up in a catball of their own, occasionally taking pause to look over at Arielle and Kennedy as they hold each other cunt to cunt and cheek to cheek. They tongue fight and argue back and forth as to who is winning the fight between their leaders.

Several minutes go by as Kennedy and Arielle continue to rock their hips back and forth while crushing each other in a tight ball. It’s like they’re moving and squirming in slow motion, clawing each other’s backs and pulling on each other’s hair.

 Suddenly all the thrusting motion between them stops. Their tongues remain corkscrewed together and buried in each other’s mouths. Their eyes are wide open, intensely glaring into each other. They appear to be crushing their bodies together in the tightest clinch yet.  For a moment they remain motionless. They don’t even appear to be breathing or blinking.

Suddenly they detonate. Their bodies jolt and jerk as their breath explodes into each other’s mouth. They start uncontrollably huffing and puffing, blowing spit back and forth. Their bodies are shuddering as the orgasm rocks through their bodies. Cum explodes and collides in an alternating pump and suck, injecting and mixing together deep inside their sealed vagina canals.

This triggers a chain reaction as the girls surrounding them burst into their own spasms

“Fuck their cumming….., I’m cumming!” One of the finger fucking girls shrieks.

“Fight me bitch!” Another one yells out as her and her rival grind it out cunt to cunt

Gasping and screaming echoes throughout the yoga studio and slowly subside into panting and moaning.

“Oh you fucking bitch!”

“Fuck you slut!”

The release doesn’t at all satisfy the circle of schoolgirls. It actually seems to agitate them. They start yanking and pulling hair, calling each other names.

“Bitch!”

“Slut!”

“Whore!”

“Cunt!”

Some of the girls have rolled into groups of four, only to come apart with traded partners. Some of them falling together in a sixty nine, some locking up in a finger fuck or catball of their own.

Kennedy and Arielle are still glued together. Tongues corkscrewing, eyes wide open and locked, each one heavily concentrating on taking the other one out. The two of them continue to be the main focus for the girls surrounding them.

“Come on Arielle you got her…., the bitch is losing it.”

“Don’t let up Kennedy…., break that slut!”

The battle rages on, both girls now showing signs of weakening. They waver back and forth until finally falling over. After rolling back and forth a few times they come to a rest on their sides. This is where it becomes a fight of endurance, as the two girls tilt their heads and seal their wide open mouths together, mimicking their wide-open, glued together cunts.

Tongues are jammed down each other’s throats as they continue to crush and pump into each other. Their bodies are conjoined together in every possible way.

They lay motionless but are completely at war with each other. One would have to look hard to figure out there was a fight going on.

“Oh shit…., look at their fucking cunts!” Emma shouts while pointing and the intersection of their glued together pussies. “You can see them pulsating.”

A few of the other girls look in between the two schoolgirls crotches to see the flesh around their con-joined cunts expanding and contracting. Their pussies were literally locked together in a struggle, sucking and injecting their deep inner juices back and forth. Small little streams of their mixing cum can be seen dripping out from between their tightly sealed cunt lips.

“I can only imagine what their nipples and clits are doing to one another!”

The two schoolgirls are connected to each other in every possible way. Each one fighting to break the other ones will. Fighting to overwhelm and engulf each other’s womanliness with their own.  Which girl can take more? Which girl will last longer?

Minutes fly by as the two girls lay there motionless. Countless orgasms are traded back and forth, their cum blending together and deeply exchanged as they fuck each other’s cunts with their mixing juices.

Time slips by. All the other girls are now in a near comatose state, barely hanging on as they watch through heavy eyelids. They wait for a sign of victory. And it finally comes….

“It’s happening!”

The movement of arms and legs can be seen slowly unwrapping themselves from their rival. A head with tangled red hair starts to tilt back, breaking away from their glued together mouths. It’s Arielle. She slowly works her way out of the tight tangle, pulling away from Kennedy’s unconscious body. 

“We have a winner!”

The two girls sweat, cum, and spit having glued their bodies together, she has to peel herself away from the dark haired girl. Skin sticking to skin as the redhead continues to work her way out of the catball. Their nipples are completely stuck together. She has to pull hard until they finally snap apart. Milky liquid strings go flying and fall down across Kennedy’s beaten body. 

Trying to get out of their cunt lock is another thing all together. As she pulls away she can feel her inner vagina walls collapsing. Arielle ends up having to insert one finger in between their glued together cunts in order to break the seal. With a loud sucking noise the two pussies pop apart. Their mixed fluids come pouring out from between them.

Red and black pubic hair is so completely embedded and glued into each other, it’s like ripping Velcro apart. Arielle comes away with several dozen black hairs knotted into her red  bush while leaving behind about the same amount of red hairs entwined into the Wildcat’s black bush.

As the redhead pulls away a thick string of cum is bridging from her stiff protruding clit down into the empty cleft of Kennedy’s hood, It appears that Arielle’s erectile jewel has inverted the dark-haired girl’s clitoris, one thing that truly designates Arielle’s victory.

The remaining Brooksdale Seven push away their rivals. The Rockwell girl’s are to exhausted, and now seeing Kennedy’s beaten body cover in sweat, spit, and cum, the six girls choose to surrender.

The tiger girls then mount their wildcat rival’s faces and mark their victory.

After spiting on them and scolding them for what kind of losers they really are the Brooksdale Seven make their way to the door.

Arielle collects hers and Kennedy’s entwined red and black schoolgirl panties. Tomorrow she is graduating with honors.  

Epilogue

During graduation the Brooksdale girls learn the “Excellence in Achievement” award was presented to the Rockwell Academy.  Kennedy accepted the award on behalf of the Wildcats. Apparently Rockwell took the award with a slight advantage in their GPA, one tenth of a point.

Kennedy’s Williams name will now be stapled to the prestigious award. A message from the Wildcats was passed on to the Seven claiming victory.

Shortly after hearing about the Wildcats declaration, Amber and Arielle are sitting next to each other during their graduation ceremony.  Amber looks the redhead in the eye and says, “Well…, there’s always our ten year reunion!”

For days Arielle was picking black pubic hairs out of her red forest while thinking ten years into the future.

The End

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