Silent Night, Merry Fight

[Spear]

Silent Night, Merry Fight
It was the 24th of December. Myra Bishop stormed into the toy store, the high stiletto heels of her black boots clicking on the stone floor as she marched towards the isle of superhero action figures. Her full round ass was swaying in tune with the clicking. Her slim waist and full round tits were hugged tightly by the red, fuzzy, mohair sweater she had chosen for the last day before Christmas. Her long black curls flew behind her as she increased her speed. From her near-eastern ancestry she had inherited deep brown eyes and golden-brown skin in the color of well backed cookies.


Suddenly she realised, that the clicking of heels was doubled. She looked to the left and saw a young woman with milky white skin and bright red, curly hair that was targeting the same place as she was: the last remaining Turbo-Man Action figure hanging lonely on a cleared out shelf.
The woman was Myra’s age, early twenties. She wore similar high heeled boots, tight jeans and a fuzzy, bright green, tight sweater. The strangers was as breathtakingly slim and curvy as Mary herself.
Her brown eyes met with the other girls bright green eyes in a deadly glare. Both picked up speed and both stormed towards the last Turbo-Man. Their outstretched hands collided right above the toy. Both were to fast to stop immediately and their curvy chests slammed right into each other. Both jumped back a tiny bit but neither woman was willing to back off. Their bosoms were still touching lightly. Red and green mohair were rubbing together and created an electric tension that made the air sizzle and the red and green fibres stood up and entwined.
Their fingers entwined as each tried to unhook the Turbo-Man while fencing of the rivals probing fingers. „Excuse me, but saw it first“ Myra said, trying to smile friendly.
„Im sorry, but I touched it first, it is mine“ the redhead smiled with hardly concealed anger.
„No, sorry, I was here first.“ - „No, no actually I was first, please back off“ - „No you will have to back off…now“
The two young women stood toe to toe.
„Go away“ Myra hissed, „You go away“ the stranger hissed back. Still their long fingers were wrestling with each other around the hook of the figure, Their noses almost touched tip to tip.
„Listen, I need it for my nephew, he..“ - No, I need it for my nephew, I…“ - „I will buy it, you..“ - „No I will…“ neither women let the other finish a sentence, their chins came so close, that Myra could feel the redheads warm breath on her lips. Their finger wrestling match got more intense, their voices began to get louder and suddenly their sweaters made full wool to wool cotact and their big tits meshed globe to globe. „You Grinch“ Myra spat right into the open mouth of the redhead. The other girl gasped in shock „You take that back you GRINCH“ she screamed back and Myra could feel drops of spittle fly into her mouth. „You want to start something, you FAT SLUT“ - „YOU wanna GO, UGLY SLUT“ With every word their chests bumped together, they yelled lip to lip, their fingers were so deeply entwined that it did hurt and their voices grew louder with every angry word spat into the rivals mouth.

Myra had never felt so clearly the rush of adrenaloin through her system, every nerv in her body was on alert. She could feel the blood pumping in her head, throbbing in her chest and down in her crotch. Standing up to this girl was the most exciting thing Myra had ever done.


„Excuse me, dear ladies, may I go past“ a rather fat man with a white beard asked, seemingly oblivious to the fierece discussion the two beauties where having. Humbled by the polite request Myra and the stranger shuffled sideways without separating and even without breaking the cold stare linking their gazes.
„Leave now“ Myra whispered - „Go away“ the redhead whispered back. Both pushed their bodies foreward, flattening their tits until their flat bellies pressed together, hard muscles collided under fluffy angora hair.

Meanwhile, whistling „silent night“, the fat man took the last Turbo-Man.
Myra and the redhead stared at him wide eyed and open mouthed.
„And a very merry Christmas to you, young ladies“ the man said in a jolly and cheerful voice before leaving to the cashier still whistling his tune.
The two quarrelling girls still stared at his back in disbelieve.
It took them quite some seconds, still jammed body to body to process what hat happened. Slowly they turned their faces back towards each other, linking their gazes.


Then, hell broke loose. „YOU STUPID COW“ - „YOU FAT PIG“ both yelled at the same time and each lunged at the other. „GRIIINCH“ they screamed. Myra grabbed the rich red curls of her rival and pulled hard, at the same moment a sharp pain exploded in her scalp as her own black curls were pulled savagely.
Kicking at each other, screaming, cursing they tumbled through the store, knocking over stands of toys in the process. Neither managed to overpower the other.
From the fighting, their fluffy sweaters had curled up and all of a sudden, their perfectly flat bellies and thin midriff became visible. Tumbling back and forth they fought hairpulling, kicking and punching.
When both moved forward at the same time, their bodies collided again but this time it was bare midriff to bare midriff.
As the strangers milky white skin touched her own cookie-golden skin Myra could feel the time stopping. The second of contact felt like an eternity, the strangers skin was so unbelievably soft and silky. The hardness of muscles underneath competing with her own well trained abdominal muscles, two deep round navels kissing and sucking together.
Both fighter’s eyes widened in utter shock, the angry screams stuck in their throats. Myra could feel her pussy getting wet and swelling up.
It may have lasted two seconds until the hurt and the pain and the hate returned and they rammed even harder together, flatting their noses and screaming lip to lip into the rivals mouth.


The whole tussle could not have taken more than 45 seconds but to Myra it had felt like she had spend countless hours fighting. But much to soon, shop clerks sprinted in, the fighters were grabbed and pulled away from each other. Myra and her enemy resisted with all their might. They clung tight to each other, but slowly they were pulled apart by multiple people. Kicking and screaming they still clutched the rivals hair until their fingers were bend open forcefully „YOU GRIINCH“ both screamed before Myra lost eye contact to the stranger. She was forcefully pushed to a shop entrance and tossed outside. A manager screamed that she was livelong banned from the store but Myra did not care. She was only searching for her newfound enemy to continue their battle but the redhead was nowhere to be seen. Apparently she was pushed to another exit than herself. Myra stormed through the shopping mall but could not find the girl.
Her mind was still spinning with hate when she arrived at her flat, she slammed the door shut behind her. „Fucking Grinch“ she whispered into the empty room and immediately her fingers went into her jeans, into her panties and into her pussy. She started masturbating with her back to the door whispering „you Grinch, you fucking Grinch“. Her ass bumped into the door with every perfect stroke she gave her clit. Looking down onto her breasts she saw countless green fibres clinging to the red fibres of her fuzzy sweater. Anger flared up because the sweater was ruined but it made her even more horny. Instinctively she raised her hand to her lips and felt something tickle her lips, she looked at her hand and found red curly strands still wrapped around her fingers. She raised them to her nose and smelled the scent of her enemy. „Stupid fucking coooow, fucking Griiiiinch“ she muttered while a grand orgasm shock her body.


Later in bed her thoughts went back again, she imagined vividly the details of the battle, the redheads skin on her own skin, the smell of the red hair in her face, the hot breath streaming into her mouth. Her fingers went to work again, opening up her labia and caressing her clitoris with experienced strokes. „Stupid Grinch“ she whispered „oh, if they hadn’t stopped me“.
She imagined pinning the stranger to the ground, her own body on top of that sexy body. She imagined pressing her belly down onto the rivals belly, how the muscles would have moved under her.
Myra’s free hand opened her nightstand drawer and fished out her dildo. With a swift move she pushed her toy into her wet and waiting pussy. She moaned and her mind continued her fantasy: How the redhead would have wriggled and squirmed under her to escape, but she would have grabbed her tightly, controlling her. Her black curls falling onto the white face of the enemy. The panic in the green eyes. „Yes, Yes, I got you, I make you pay you ugly Grinch“ She whispered feverishly. She imagined lowering her face down, green eyes widening in fear. She imagined her lips pressing down on the full red lips of the stranger, her tongue invading the hot mouth and their two tongues mashing together. „GRIIIIINCH; AAAAAAH“ she screamed out loud as her orgasm rocked through her system. With one last movement she removed the dildo and then she immediately fell asleep.


Myra Bishop awoke startled, something was not right. She looked around herself but her bedroom was gone. Instead she was surrounded by Christmas trees. A whole forrest of colourful, festive Christmas trees. „Silent Night“ was in the air. She set up and realised she was not even in her bed, instead she was sleeping on a large Christmas present. She stood up and looked down herself. Her nightgown was gone and she saw the strange costume she was wearing:
Red, stiletto-heeled, leather boots going above her knee, ending in a belt-like white leather band on the end. Her thighs were bare and she was dressed in very short red dress with a white fur lining and a deep cut cleavage showing her heavy breasts rimmed in white fur as well. The dress was sleeveless but her arms were covered by elbow high white gloves, on her black locks was a Christmas hat. A large mirror appeared from thin air and she could see herself, she was stunningly sexy in this attire.
She started walking through the forest of blinking and shining trees, wondering what had happened to her. Then she saw green and red spotlights shining down from the deep hanging white clouds. She walked towards the place both spotlights must meet on the ground, wondering what she would find there.


Myra had found the place the two lights were point at. It was a large clearing surrounded by particular tall and colourful trees. In the middle was a large round opening covered in snow. Right opposite to herself she could see another woman entering the clearing, dressed in exactly the same way as herself. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognised her enemy from the toy store,
The redheaded stranger recognised her as well.
Cold fury rose in Myra and she started sprinting towards the other girl. The stranger had started to run as well.
When Myra sprinted onto the snowy area her stiletto heels suddenly stuck and she feel over. But to her surprise the ground was very soft. It was not even covered in snow but in a thick layer of powdered sugar, a quick lock showed her that the stranger was on the ground as well, their eyes met in a flash of hate as both struggled to get back up.
A sweat, fruity and alcoholic smell made Myra realise, that she was lying on a gigantic fruitcake that was covered, German style, in a thick sheet of powdered sugar.
She struggled up, threw her Christmas hat to the side, dusted some sugar of her red coat and marched through the white powder towards her enemy.
The music in the air changed from „silent night to the Ramones „Merry Christmas (I don’t want to fight tonight)“ but Myra wanted nothing more than this fight. Her whole body was shaking with anticipation and her crotch started to tickle.
The stranger was closing the distance as well, her red dress and red hair covered in white sugar. The last meters they tried to sprint, kicking up pastry with every step. They did not even notice, that they had broken of large chunks of cake with every step and the fruitcake had crumbled behind them.
With a scream of rage they crashed into each other, kicking and screaming, slapping and cursing. One hand latched onto the others locks they started circling while slapping at each other, soon a cloud of powdered sugar surrounded the battling pair. Neither girl had ever been in a serious fight, inexperienced they tried to hit hit hard but neither managed to do any real damage. Round and round they circled, swaying back and forth, locked in a stalemate. Again and again their heels broke of pastry and their battlefield became smaller by the second.
Slowly the pair became tiered but neither was willing to give any ground to the enemy. The strength of the two fighters was so equal that they canceled each other out completely, Entangled in a double headlock and hair-pull, they struggled back and forth, both breathing heavily.
Each girls red dress and hair was covered in white powder making them almost indistinguishable.
Suddenly Myra realised, that the fruitcake was reduced to a small island that was floating 15 feet above a pond of yellow liquid. „Give up Grinch, or you go down there“ she gasped. „Back off, Grinch or I throw you down“ the stranger hissed.
Their faces meet nose to nose, snarling at each other they started a double hair pull and slammed their bodies together hard. More fruitcake broke off, and each fighter had to struggle now to place their boots, their leather-clad feet fighting for position. Swaying back and forth they tried to push the enemy of the cake, another piece of pastry was chiseled of by their heels and both fighters lost their footing, tumbling down and realising the grip on each other they crushed separately into the liquid.


Myra screamed as she fell, she braced for impact, splashed in the strange liquid and bounced back from a springy floor just underneath. She discovered that the ground was a bouncy wrestling mat, covered by a few inches of strange, sticky liquid.
The smell of the substance was quite strong. Alcoholic for sure, but there was nutmeg, cinnamon and vanilla as well - eggnog.
The. Music had changed to Slade „Merry Xmas, everybody“ and the light was now a single white spotlight right above the center of the mat.
Myra tried to stand up but the surface was to slippery, she sat down and starred at the stranger sitting 10 feet away. The redhead inexplicably was dressed in a different outfit:
calf-high striped red and white socks, skin-tight, short lycra shorts in shiny green with a faux red belt, a equally tight green top, bare Midriff and sleeveless with a red faux collar, red gloves and a jolly red and green hat - Santa’s helper, a Christmas elf. And for sure pointy ears were sticking out of the mess of red curls.
A quick look down revealed that Myra was dressed exactly the same, her fingers touched her ears and she realised that they had turned pointy, no fake ears, her own ears were pointy. What the fuck was happening here. Myra was convinced that it was the strangers fault completely.
She snarled at the redhead who was snarling back.
„What is going on here, you stupid fucking cow“ - „How have you done this you ugly fat pig“
Myra could not help it, her eyes were wandering up and down the enemies body. Even though she hated the other woman with every cell of her brain, she was struck by the sexiness of the milky white skin in the perfectly matching outfit. She was mesmerised by the flat creamy belly with drops of yellow eggnog running down the slightly visible abdominal muscles. She followed one drop down as it flowed down the skin, down to the deep round navel, disappearing into the hole and flowing out again. She suddenly felt the urge to lick that drop of the smooth skin, her pussy lips tightened by the thought.
Rage took back over „FUCKING GRINCH“ Myra screamed and tried to charge but she fell flat on her back. Luckily the stranger had tried to charge as well and was also on her back. Groaning they both sat up on their knees. The enemies body was even more sexy in this position with every muscle visible in the bright light. With a scream they pushed with their feet and slid towards each other on their knees. They found out the the centre of the mat was deeper which increased their speed. The two hot bodies collided hard, in a spray of eggnog, two sets of heavy breasts slammed together in identical lycra tops, hands buried themselves into wet curls.
„I ripp your ears off, stupid Grinch“ - „I make you drown in eggnog you ugly Grinch“
Soon they crashed down together into the warm eggnog. Rolling and splashing through the liquid
the stranger’s and Myra’s bodies entwined and curled around each other as they fought hard to be on top.
Myra’s emotions were a roller-coaster ride. Pure joy in every second she managed to be on top of her opponent and absolut terror when she was trapped below the strangers body, down in the warm liquid with the muscles of the redhead controlling her. Both feelings alternating with each roll und turn they made. Neither fighter was able to keep control longer than a few tiny seconds, their strengths were much to equal and their will to strong.
As the fight went on the music changed to „Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer“. The sound of the two warriors changed as well, angry hisses and yells slowly turned into soft moans and grunts. Both could not deny the growing arousal building inside their entwined bodies.
Soft skin graced soft skin, inner thighs rubbed together, bellies gliding over each other and breasts pressed tightly into each other. Milky white skin and cookie brown skin both had become indistinguishable under the layer of golden eggnog.
The constant rolling and tussling had slowed down due to the growing exhaustion of both girls. After some time they found themselves sitting on each others thigh, their legs squeezed hard together. Each could feel the strong muscles of the enemy pressing into their swollen laibas and they could feel the enemies pubic bone riding on their leg.
Myra’s mind was spinning with arousal and hate, the soft full lips of her enemy were trembling right in front of her own lips. Their breaths mingling. Out of the corner of her eye she could suddenly see a wreath of mistletoe floating above them. The urge to kiss grew stronger and more and more mistletoe floated in the air. Myra could hold it no longer. Her mouth slammed against the strangers full lips. Myra rammed her tongue forward to invade the enemies mouth but it slammed into something soft and wet. The redhead had tried to invade Myra’s mouth at the same time. The two pink muscles instantly curled around each other as the two fighters tried to control and dominate the kiss. In the instance their tongues had touched the white light switched to golden, bing Crosby started croning „White Christmas“ and the elf costumes magically changed to tiny red bikinis with white rims resembling the typical Santa design. They were dry again, the eggnog had disappeared.
Mistletoe started growing in from all sides, engulfing the kissing fighters and gently lifting them up into the air. Myra and the stranger were encased in a birds nest of mistletoe, slowly circling upward with golden light streaming over them from above. Neither girl took much notice about this, they’re minds and bodies were filled with the battle of their swirling tongues and the overwhelming sensation of all of their skin in full contact. The flimsy bikinis only separating their nipples and aureoles and their crotches.
Their long legs were entwined rubbing each other, calves thrusting at the rivals pussy, their lean bellies pressed deep together and much of their titflesh pressed naked into the rivals, rolling with every shifting of their bodies. Their hands were groping the enemies hot ass, massaging the full flesh deeply and hungrily.
Each woman was fighting her own arousal more than the rival entwined with her.
They kissed hard and wet, their noses flattening each other until they ran out of air and separated their lips with a spray of spittle and a yell of hate and lust. Panting heavily they screamed into each others face „Give up you cow“ „Surrender you pig“ and with unbearable hate
„FUUUCK MEEEE GRIIIIINCH“
With this word they clawed at each other, ripping the flimsy bikini away, exposing each other in glorious nakedness.
Suddenly the mistletoe was gone, Mariah Carrey was singing „All I want for Christmas is you“ and they were on a large soft Christmas present floating in mid-air. The gift wrapping was soft velvet and in the middle above a velvet ribbon and right between the panting women, was a large double-dildo, u-shaped and striped red and white like a sugar cane.
Myra smiled wickedly „Oh I will fuck you down you Grinch“ but the stranger was smiling as well „I will ride you like a pony, little Grinch“
They each grabbed one end of the cane and moved back together, first their knees touched, than they raised themself, thigh to thigh, their bellies met again and painfully slow they brought their long hard nipples together for the first time, a shudder went through both bodies as their sensible rods met tip to tip, neither nipple bend to the other but both were pressed backwards into the soft titflesh. They let the nipples roll around each other and snapped them back and forth, both women could hardly contain their desire to fuck each other. Finally they stopped and stared hard into the enemies eyes.
Then they separated slightly, each rubbed one end of the dildo against her wet hot pussy, then they turned it around and buried they’re own wetness deep into the enemy's crotch.
Both were shivering and moaning form the overwhelming sensation, their bodies came back together, navel to navel, nipple to nipple and nose to nose and lips to lips.
„I will make you squeal for mercy“ - „I will hump you down and you will cry and beg me to stop“ - They went nose to nose again
„Yeah, you think you can handle me, little girl“ - „Yes, yes I do, baby doll, I will make you cum“
„Bring it on, Grinch“ they hissed together and started to hump.
Loud wet slaps sounded over the forrest of Christmas trees, their hips moved back and slammed together in a ever faster rhythm. Both were yelling hatefully at each other, slapping their flesh harder and harder into each other. „FUUUUUCK“ they screamed „GRIIIINCH“, „FUUUCK“.
Their heads were tilted back, their eyes closed, red and black locks were flying like flags around their shaking heads while their bodies rammed together again and again and again.


Unbelievable pleasure was raging through Myra’s body and mind, sheer willpower kept her from just giving up and let orgasm take her. Every cell in her body wanted tu cum. Her cunt was throbbing with orgasmic energy, but Myra would rather die than cum earlier than that stranger.
With all her power left she raised her head and opened her eyes which were met by the hateful green eyes of her enemy. A short flash of understanding between the opponents and they pushed hard. Both women fell backwards, the dildo plucking free and falling to the ground covered in juice.
Myra shock her head slowly, breathing heavily „no, not this way!“
The stranger agreed between ragged gasps „No, not with the toy, little pig“
„Pussy to pussy“ Myra hushed, „Clit to clit“ the redhead whispered back.


And with that word, the Christmas present changed into a wooden sled, it’s bed sized load area filled with a soft mattress and many red, green and golden pillows. „Last Christmas“ filled the air, thousand tiny lights were sparkling around the floating sled in all colours of the rainbow.
The two warriors, were naked but the tight high red boots were back.
They smiled wickedly and spread their legs, presenting their pink, swollen, wet vulva to their opponent. Slowly they moved their bodies into scissoring position, opened their labias wide with their fingers and pushed their most private parts into each other. Both moaned loudly as the inside of their sensitive pussy lips met with a soft wet sound. They pushed forward selling their vaginas together. A yelp escaped them when their erected clits found each other. A last snarl, a last mutual gaze linking green eyes with brown eyes with hatred and then they fucked.
Their clits started to fence and duel, each touch send shockwaves through both bodies.
They’re upper bodies fell back onto the cushions, their leather clad legs wrapped around the enemy they fucked hard, Two perfect bodies linked at the core moved in perfect synchronicity with every muscle in their legs, waist and belly moving in the same rhythm, while their heads were shaking, their eyes closed, their fingers clawed into cushions and their breast slowly jiggling in the rhythm of the fuckfight.
Slam after slam of their clits send them deeper into the lust. Unbearable delight was raging trough them. Slowly they regained their senses and slowly they moved their upper bodies upward into a sitting scissor, now their hungry eyes could meet again to exchange long hard stares full of longing and hate, lust and rage.
Somehow they mustered the strength to embrace, their arms bear-hugging their bodies into full on contact, nipples found their counterparts and started duelling again while their clits rubbed and rubbed with mutual precession driving them onward to the inevitable orgasm both tried to deny.


Myra tried to concentrate on her clit, trying to control the rubs and strokes und with jolt of surprise she realised that the strangers slams started to lose some precision. Yes, she became sure, her enemy was no longer pushing forward with the full might of her clit, the redhead tried to avoid as much contact as possible. Her nipples tried to retreat a tiny bit as well. Myra pushed forward with all she got left, a final assault that would break her enemy or would break herself. Her tits. Pressed harder, her clit attacked full length top to top. The redhead squinted a tiny bit back and Myra pressed on, she pushed hard, fear crept into the green eyes. Myra pressed on, her clit stabbed tip to tip against her rival’s and the redhead yelped in fear.
„YEEES“ myra screamed and attacked, the strangers clit bended backwards, her nipples gave way, „Noooo, please noooo“ the redhead screamed as she fell backwards, her shoulders hitting the cushions. The stranger did cum.
Screaming and trembling the perfect body of the redhead gave in to a gigantic orgasm with Myra ridding on top of her still pushing forward with her clit. When the wave of hit cum-juice hit Myra’s pussy, the black haired warrior finally gave in and allowed her own orgasm to rage through her. She was still riding the crying stranger, pumping her own juice into the beaten pussy.
Both women were cumming hart when Myra realised the stranger changing.
The wriggling body turned from milky white to green, the red hair as well, soft fur started to cover her enemy. „Grinch“ Myra whispered.
The Grinch’s green eyes met her own one last time hateful still but there was something else in them - respect an acknowledgement of the defeat.
Then Myra woke up in her bed.
Her body covered in sweat and an enormous orgasm was shaking through her.
„Wow what a dream“ she thought after the orgasm had faded. Every muscle in her body was aching. Slowly she got up and saw something lying on her makeup table, she got closer and found original boxed turbo-man. Flabbergasted she stared at it and unconsciously stroke her had through her black curls, her finger found leaves.
She pulled them out and realised her curls were full of small green mistletoe leaves and many red curly hairs were entwined in her locks. Slowly a shocking realisation formed in her mind. Her eyes wandered over her bed found a dildo: u-shaped and striped red and white.

[YuriLesboLover]

Not bad at all. The constant use of “Grinch” as an insult is a bit cheesy but other than that, it was very creative and intense.

[pjaz12345]

Absolutely loved it. I wish it were longer though and edited more but I understand that you were on a time constraint. You mentioned about posting a story by Christmas on another post and you did just that. So, I really really appreciate your efforts and wish you a Merry Christmas & a happy new year. Hoping to read more & more of your stories in the upcoming year.

Also, I actually loved the constant use of "grinch", so it's more related to personal tastes, I guess.

[literaturelover]

I like this ! Nicely done .I love both types of plots one where a sexual rivalry builds and builds and the other scenario where two strangers meet and sparks just fly between them and oh ,i love sequels .
i urge you to plot a sequel and maybe introduce a mysterious third woman as a possible rival to both .