Gala Grudgematch

Amber didn’t. Carefully, they clambered out from under the table, checking for bystanders as best they could given the circumstances. They awkwardly stood, using each other for support, careful not to pull too far apart. Every time they separated by more than an inch or so, pain shot through Amber’s ears and they spat curses, blaming each other for the pain. Somehow, the room had emptied while they’d been under the table, allowing them to rise unnoticed.

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Competitive Streak

This story was inspired by “Competition” by Sidekick

Now, with nothing left to distract them, there were no pauses, no breaks. The fight was relentless—hair was yanked, backs were scratched, legs locked and wrestled for dominance, naked bodies pressed and struggled. They rolled endlessly, colliding with the bed, the sofa, the walls. Each time they crashed into furniture, they would separate just long enough to scramble to their feet, then immediately lunge at each other again. It wouldn’t be long before they once again stumbled and fell to the ground, and the cycle would continue.

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Affray in a Manger

Mary jabbed with her right foot and managed to jam her big toe into the mouth of her opponent. Her moment of triumph was short lived, as she felt teeth clamp down on her toe. Mary yelped in pain, yanking both feet away from the jaw of her enemy. Jezebel responded in kind, releasing the pressure on Mary’s face.

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Unlikely Bedfellows

Again and again they thrusted, slapping their asses together, their exposed cheeks jiggling with each impact. After one particularly powerful thrust from Nicole, Emma was pushed to the edge of the bed. She took a second to regain her composure and pulled back ready for a similarly powerful thrust. In the time it had taken for her to pull together, Nicole had also pulled back, hoping to push Emma completely off the bed with one good thrust of her own.

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In Space, Noone Can Hear You Brawl

The two astronauts began to rain slaps down on each other, striking faces, arms and chests with wild abandon. As the flurry of blows intensified, the fighters began to drift apart. Instinctively, Sally reached out to prevent the other woman from escaping her range, latching onto Yelena’s mane of untied blonde hair and pulling tight. Letting out a yelp of pain and annoyance, Yelena reached around the American’s back, gripping her ponytail and pulling downwards.

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