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    Hatred 2 (re-upload)

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    (Two days after the escape from Junon)




    "Ninety-eight(grunt)."




    "Ninety-nine(groan)."




    "One...hundred."




    Wearily Tifa flipped herself right side up, rubbing at the soreness in her knuckles and shoulders. She tied a towel around her body before moving to remove the cloth she'd draped over the camera that monitored her room. She'd always trained in the nude if the opportunity presented itself, and though she now had her own personal room, something she hadn't had since her home in Nibelheim...she had to take in the fact that it would be easy for one of Cid's three subordinates or even Cid himself to play voyeur. With the cons outweighing the pros she'd covered the device before stripping down.




    The act of raising her arms, however, brought another realisation.




    She stank. Literally.




    Wrinkling her nose at overrich smell of her sweat. She opted against removing the cloth just yet...at least not until she'd hit the baths.




    *****




    With a moist cloth covering her forehead Tifa relished the feel of the hot water caressing her tired body. The Highwind had clearly been designed for the Shinra execs. Hot water pipes were rare even in Midgar. Not that she was complaining so long as she was the one benefiting. Her head lay back as she dozed.




    "Avalanche *****!!"




    Her eyes flew open at that memory, then narrowed. It had only been a few days and if she was honest her **** were still a bit sore and, to her eyes, slightly swollen.




    Truth be told Tifa had to grudgingly admit admit that the Shinra exec had surprised her. She'd never have expected someone like Scarlet to be that tough. The blonde **** had matched her move for move until the end. Rolling over she rested her arms and chin on the edge of the tub. That brought up the other matter that bugged her. She remembered coming to the end of their fight, their arms wrapped tightly around one another squeezing mercilessly as cries, grunts and screams were forced out of one or the other. Sweat pouring from her face, stinging her eyes as the sweat from their bare upper bodies caused their breasts to slip and slide slightly side to side. Then, finally sensing weakness and forcing Scarlet down to a knee even as she remained defiant.




    She had felt no give in Scarlet's rack!




    None whatsoever, even up to the point where Scarlet had stopped fighting back. And not even when Tifa had released her in surprise at the roar of the Highwind's engines behind them. As she'd climbed her way up the rope Barret'd tossed her, she was intensely grateful that their rotations during their fight had ended with her back to the cannons firing line. It would have been distinctly humiliating to try and explain why her shirt was up and her breasts a fairly ugly shade of red. And bruised. And almost two cup sizes larger than...




    She shook her head...back to the problem at hand.




    She leaned back, her ***** rising from the water. She caressed them lightly, relieved at the lack of pain. Her breasts had never failed her before. Could Scarlet actually have a pair as strong as her own? Tifa shook her head baffled, watching as the movement caused her Es to sway slightly. Shouldn't be likely, but the fact remained that she hadn't smashed Scarlet flat anymore than Scarlet had her. Granted, that at the time she'd considered the idea laughable, but Scarlet had proven incredibly tough...and Tifa was smart enough to realise just how dangerous that was. Scarlet had supposedly been around even before Tifa had moved to Midgar, so saying she was almost twenty years her senior was a generous estimate.




    Tifa had had to...deal with...some of the roughest and toughest women in the clubs and back alleys of the Midgar slums before settling down to open the Seventh Heaven and later become a member of Avalanche. Since few of those she fought had any martial training she'd quickly adapted to the street-rules of most of her fights.




    ****-punching to breast mauling/biting and hairpulling. She'd fought all comers on their level and won. The idea that someone who'd lived a pampered life as Scarlet clearly had could be that tough was downright scary. And even more worrisome was how quickly she picked up on fighting with her breasts. Granted it was mostly instinctual, that someone like her would so easily and quickly pick up on street level fighting...and even moreso, be willing to engage in it. Tifa had been just trying to buy time for the lingering effects of the gas to wear off, she hadn't expected the blonde to respond so quickly and naturally to her taunts...or had she.


    She could still remember the first time she'd ever fought with just her breasts, three years ago. Truth be told it was an experience she couldn't forget if she tried...and she HAD tried. She'd been working as waitress/bouncer in a strip club in Sector Four. Her club, The Kitty Cat Club, had a rivalry with an adjacent one, The Pit, that featured their girls in oil and mud-matches. Tifa'd been both disgusted and intrigued at the idea.




    There had been the usual skrimishes and streetfights. But Sector Four had been undergoing development and the district was popular with the soldiers and workers. Street brawls would drive away business and attract the wrong kind of attention from Shinra itself so the Dons had decided to let their two best girls settle the matter. Naturally, Tifa had been Don Cerenio's choice. The thought of fighting in front of a crowd had not appealed to her, however Cerenio had promised her a hefty bonus...which would allow her to make her first payment on what would later become Seventh Heaven. However, Tifa's reputation had preceded her and none of Don Tervin's girls wanted to step into a cage with her. At least not till a busty redhead called Viola had stepped forward with an idea.






    *****




    Tifa stretched as waited for her opponent to enter her side of the cage. She'd initially refused the offer...at least till she'd been offered a triple of her salary bonus. For that, she decided, a little degradation could be endured. The pink two piece was one thing but it had taken all her willpower to tolerate the tail and cat ears. She ignored the jeers and catcalls from the people surrounding the area, when her opponent finally decided to show. She'd heard down the grapevine that while, in her mid twenties, Viola wasn't Tervin's best...she was still the one he usually turned to when he needed things done right. So Tifa was disappointed when she saw her shrugging out of her robe before clambering through the cage door. Tonight she was in bright red bikini, clearly meant to highlight her hair which she kept short for obvious reasons.






    Moving forward to meet in the centre of the cage at the announcer's invitation Tifa had to incline her head to meet her opponent's eyes. The slight chubbiness in the cheeks she'd noticed earlier was even more pronounced up close and moving her eyes around she detected softness in the arms and legs of the other girl. She smirked. Taller and chunkier, but not much else.




    This wouldn't take long.




    "Now ladies and gentlemen we have a special treat for you today, "the announcer said. "With the approval of both Don Cerenio of the Cat Club...and Don Tervin of The Pit...this fight will be the first of it's kind on official record. There will be no clawing. No punching. No biting. No slapping and no kicking."




    "Say what?" Tifa looked around wildly to glare up at the VIP seats. This wasn't what she'd agreed too.




    "These two lovely ladies will instead be battling with, and only with, a woman's most prized possessions."




    At this Viola reached over her shoulder and pulled at the straps supporting her bikini, folding it down to her midriff baring her 36DD breasts to the now wild crowd. She placed her hands behind her head, giving her rack a sexy shake as Tifa stood shell-shocked by the announcement.




    "Take it off, baby!"




    "Yeah, let's see those puppies"




    Shaking with rage Tifa stared again at the VIP seats directly at Cerenio in a manner that could not be mistaken. There would be a serious...talk...with her boss when this was done. She had the brief satisfaction of seeing him squirm in his seat before turned back slowly reached behind her to the clip and with a soft snap her top came free. Her 32DDD breasts bouncing with their freedom she tossed the pink cloth over the top where a Shinra trooper gleefully grabbed at the material. He would later lose the same top in a card game two days later.




    Mirroring Viola, Tifa placed her hands over her head and mockingly gave her slightly larger rack a shake. Viola however gave no reaction and Tifa would later learn that this was not the first time Viola had fought with her breasts. And not the first time she'd gone up against someone larger. A horn blared a start to the contest and above the cage a timer began ticking.




    Circling slowly the two women's eyes bounced between each other's face and the slight jiggling or their ***** with each step. Tifa might not know anything about this type of fighting, but she'd had her ***** punched and scratched before in previous brawls and knew exactly how painful their getting hit could be. But to actually USE them as to fight... Recognizing Tifa's hesitation Viola, with a smug knowing, grin took the initiative moving forward a step and swinging her breasts to collide with Tifa's with a loud SMACK. Grimacing, Tifa responded, instinctually swinging back as their breasts smacked violently back and forth.




    The crowd roared their approval as the two beauties went about their business of destroying each others' pride and joy. Tifa gritted her teeth, desperately wanting to deck her still grinning opponent, but that would result in an immediate disqualification. To avoid the temptation she instead placed them on her hips and planted her feet to help her increase the power of her swings. Viola however, again showing her experience, placed her hands behind her back, giving much needed support to her vertebrae and allowing her to get strikes at the more sensitive undersides despite her height advantage. After the shock of the pain from the first couple of strikes Tifa retaliated by dropping her own heavy breasts onto Viola's at the end of such a swing causing the red heads grin to slip. It only took a couple of those blows for her to return to a more even swing. Meanwhile, above the ring the clock slowly ticked past the minutes as the fight progressed.


    At the five minute mark both pair of breasts were reddening and Viola's grin had completely slipped as discomfort set in with each time the breasts collided. She'd been confident that the brunette would've lost her cool by now and taken a swing at her or something to get herself disqualified. Every girl in the Sector knew how volatile Lockhart's temper was. The constant side to side motion was putting a strain on both girls backs...at least till at the end of a swing their collided and Tifa inadvertently took a step forward. The increased pressure stopped their ***** from just sliding off of one another and their left orbs now dueled in a private battle.




    Tifa grunted as she ground her breast working it into Viola's, just as Viola attempted to do the same. Their right ***** got a welcome break as both women worked to overpower the other. The position their bodies were now in resulted in them slowly spinning around the centre of their ring as both girls attempted to overpower the other. Viola quickly tired of the pain and the lack of progress. If Tifa refused to play along and get herself disqualified then she'd just have to do this the old fashioned way. And, she realised, that suited her just fine. Removing her hands from her back she reached for the brunette's shoulders. Tifa spotted the move, however, and her own hands caught Viola's, their fingers linking. Tifa's smirk lasted as long as it took Viola to rear back and smash her breasts into Tifa's rack.




    Tifa grimaced at the sudden pain and shock, but she recovered and attempted to rally. She thrust back at the redhead but the blow was mistimed and did little but make her breasts jiggle briefly. Viola went low again and bashed at Tifa's undersides causing her to stumble back. Pressing her advantage Viola jumped forward splashing all four ***** together making Tifa wail disbelief at the pain and retreat until her back hit the iron grille of the cage. Sensing victory Viola charged forward and repeated the move arms wide, chest first. She felt pain as well, but Tifa's shriek made it clear that she felt more. Grabbing the grille on either side she used the added leverage to put even more power into her thrusts and jumps.




    "NNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Tifa yelled as she felt as if her breasts were being smashed flat. Viola, on the other hand, laughed as she continued bashing away, ignoring her own pain. Tifa desperately sought to push the other woman away and when that didn't work, tried hitting back, but trapped against the grille her strikes didn't amount to much. Instead Viola continued her battering attack on Tifa's weakening body. Tifa's eyes widened in realization.




    That was it!!!




    Tifa sagged allowing her body to go limp. With this, Viola's next smash came with too much give and her breasts slid to the left. Grunting, Tifa pushed at the same time forcing Viola's tired fingers from the grille and rolling them till their positions were reversed. Quickly Tifa set herself up, then rammed her breasts head on into Viola's rack, unintentionally jabbing her ******s at the areola. Viola's eyes widened as Tifa's, now distended ******s stabbed into the tender flesh and her shriek was earsplitting for the crowd that had a backside view to their battle. Tifa's own yell in response to the unexpected pain of Viola's ******s also digging into her tender flesh was just as loud as she pulled away, momentarily but she had her first advantage in this fight and she was going to make the most of it. She slammed forward again and again delivering blows to Viola's ***** as fast and as hard as she could. Viola could hear her own whines of pain over the shouts of the crowd at her back. Frustrated at the stubbornness of the other girl she used her height to swing forward and down at Tifa forcing her to arc her back to avoid having the top of her breasts assaulted and causing her grip on the grille to loosen enough for Viola to shove her off and back to the centre.

    Tifa however wasn't going to just let her get away and came right back. Escape, however, was nowhere in Viola's mind as she jumped at Tifa in a repeat of her previous attacks.

    "Again?" Tifa thought, as she spotted the tensing in the redhead's legs and threw her own body forward. Both women grunted in pain but Viola was the one that stumbled back this time. Tifa followed on twisting her torso left and right, slamming her breasts in Viola's trying to push the redhead back into the grille to exact some payback. Viola's experience, however, again showed as she was canny enough to retreat in a circle while swinging back at the angry brunette. Needing to regain control, she halted her retreat and thrust both breasts forward squashing all four breasts together ****** to ****** for the first time and the sudden electric shock of the collision caused Tifa to stumble and actually drop to a knee. Seeing an advantage Viola moved forward eagerly. Tifa once again proved a quick study however, as she shot up her massive ***** slamming the underside of Viola's own monsters actually launching the redhead clear off her feet and onto her back. Both women screamed at the most impactful blow of their fight Viola rolling onto her side as she clutched at her breasts, groaning. Tifa was no better as she was sat back on her haunches her arms across her chest, whimpering at the pain. Over the ring the clock ticked past the twelve minute mark.

    It was nearly thirty seconds of shouting from the crowd before Tifa finally collected herself to stumble to her feet, Viola following a few seconds later as both continued to massage their aching *****.


    The two women raised their heads simultaneously, and if looks could kill both would have been smoldering piles of flesh on the floor. Just like before they circled slowly, eyes glued to the others chest. The reddening standing out in stark contrast to the paleness of their skin, yet neither pair showed any sag. If anything they looked even larger and firmer. Tifa kept her arms to her side in case the redheaded ***** tried throwing herself at her again. But she needed to stop just reacting and go on the attack. If she could figure out how. For her part Viola's frustration had skipped past annoyance to full on fury. She'd bragged that she'd have Tifa done in ten minutes tops and though she couldn't spare the time to check the clock she knew that that time was past. The brunette was a fast learner and the longer this fight dragged on the better Tifa's chances became. She had to finish her now.

    As the circled Viola moved closer slowly egging Tifa on by twisting her left shoulder throwing her breast at her. Tifa hesitated briefly, suspecting a trick, but as they got closer she swung in retaliation their breasts brushing past one another lightly. As Viola expected Tifa swung her other breast expecting Viola to do the same. Instead Viola lunged forward wrapping her arms around Tifa's body trapping her arms to her side and while their left breasts were compressed Tifa's right breast was pushed to the side with Viola's pushing at it's inside, ****** stabbing mercilessly. Screaming in both pain and anger Tifa squirmed in Viola's arms as the crowd erupted in a roar of approval. Viola struggled to control the wildly gyrating brunette trying to lift her off her feet. Failing at this she instead began driving her breasts forward while squeezing the smaller woman focusing on pushing her right breast deeper into the side of Tifa's.

    Tifa yelled at pain in her right breast, Viola's ****** feeling as if it was trying to puncture the orb. She shifted her own shoulders wildly, trying to fight back in any way she could, then she strained her arms, letting the pain fuel the anger she was feeling. Viola responded by squeezing tighter and pushing at Tifa, clearly wanting her back up against the fence again. If that happened Tifa knew it would be over with Viola having all the leverage she would need. She planted her feet pushing back, doing her best to ignore the savage pain in her right ****, straining her arms. Slowly, ever so slowly, she felt Viola's hands around her back losing their grip as Tifa powered out of the hold. With a scream of frustration Viola's arms sprang open, but she was not done yet. Faster than Tifa thought the redhead could move she grabbed at Tifa's shoulders and slammed her chest right back into the opposing pair. Tifa shouted in pain, then slammed back while grabbing at Viola's shoulder.

    Barely a yard if at that from the steel grille both girls used their grips on the others upper biceps to deliver stunningly solid blows to each eithers chest. If she'd still had her wits about her Viola could've still tried to force Tifa back, but any sense or reason or strategy had long been lost. All that remained now was burning desire to hurt and conquer. Up in the VIP seats both Dons watched the fight with growing concern. Cerenio more than anything had been on the edge of his seat since Tifa had been on the backfoot from the fight's beginning, but he'd seen Tifa in action and knew she could take it as well as dish it out. Still, he couldn't help but stare in rapt attention at the two beauties as they heaved their chests into one another.

    Tervin on the other hand been relaxed for the first ten minutes of the fight as Viola controlled Cerenio's hellcat like she'd boasted when she first came to him with the idea. But now, with the clock ticking past eighteen minutes he recognised the Viola had now lost control of herself, and possibly the fight. He'd only seen her like this twice before and both times had ended badly for all parties involved. That she'd still won had been the only saving grace. He could only hope that she still had enough sense of reason not to break any of the rules. It was still anyone's game as both women tired, and they began to take longer between slams. There was a brief pause between the two as if preparing for something while the crowd continued to cheer, then both slammed forward again in a blow reminscent of Tifa's first good hit.

    Both Don's winced as the crack of the blow could be heard up in their seats and the girls lost their grips on one another as they both staggered back, Tifa up against the fence before sliding down while Viola fell back on her *** before collapsing onto her back.

    Tifa panted in exhaustion, the pain in her ***** almost indescribable. She'd spotted the challenge in the redhead's eyes and had committed to one big hit. The pain had been such that she couldn't even scream and the grille of the cage had actually been a welcome coincidence as it had helped her briefly keep her feet. "But what now?" She thought to herself staring dully over and Viola's prone form, breasts heaving. Part of her realised that this was a chance to finally put an end to this but she just didn't have the energy, or even the motivation to move. At least until the redhead moved.

    Viola came back to senses with a gasp of pain as she shifted onto her side, cringing at the pain in her ****. She couldn't remember if she'd ever been hit that hard before, even from women with ***** bigger than this *****. She groaned as she rose onto her knees and then noticed said ***** sitting with her back to the fence staring at her. Her ***** were so red she imagined it must be almost the same shade as her hair. She could even see a dark bruise where her ****** had clearly played havoc with the brunette's right ***. As she stared Tifa hefted herself off the fence and began crawling towards her on her hands and knees. Her face expressionless Viola did the same.

    Up in the stands Tervin saw this and muttered a silent "Aw ****!"

    Slowly the two women crawled towards each other until they were almost within grabbing distance. Viola raised a hand and crooking her fingers like claws, while Tifa merely raised a hand off the mat to wave Viola forward. With twin screams of rage the two woman lunged at one other, Viola's arms wrapping around Tifa's neck, grabbing at her long dark hair. Tifa's arms went under Viola's before reaching up to grab in turn at Viola's shirt red locks. Hair pulling had not been one of the forbidden moves, and even if it had no one would've moved to end this fight. Not unless they wanted a beating of their own. Once again Tifa was at a disadvantage since Viola had an easy grip on her long hair, while Tifa struggled to maintain a grip on the others short cut. But Tifa came from the mountains of Nibelheim and her fingers were strong from years of climbing Mount Nibel. Unnoticed by either, Tifa's cat ears, having survived thus far, finally gave up and slipped from Tifa's head.

    Both women's were hauled back, mouths screaming silently up at the ceiling even as they continued slamming their ***** together. However slowly, but steadily, Tifa began to power her head down. Ignoring the tearing pain in her head she gritted her teeth as she continued to power forward. Suddenly frantic, Viola began tearing Tifa's hair as she felt herself being both bent and pulled backwards her back complaining at the pressure being put on it. Desperate now she began pulling the hair left and right while violently shaking her body. Tifa however was having none of it and she herself shifted her body back and to the left while also pulling Viola to her. The result was Tifa now lay entirely atop Viola.


    She wasn't there for long though .Still yanking at her opponent's long, and formerly luxurious, brown hair Viola rolled them over slamming Tifa's head against the mat briefly, before Tifa arms now wrapped firmly around Viola's upper body reversed their position.


    To the roaring approval of the crowd the two sweating, busty beauties grunted and screamed incoherently at one another rolling back and forth across the cage floor. They had both lost control and the only thought going through their minds was to hurt the one hurting them. Viola gained the top spot momentarily as their roll ended against the cage fence, unable to go any further. "*****," she snarled as she temporarily loosened her grip, raising her upper body before dropping back down. Tifa screamed at the pain. A favorite move of hers Viola repeated it again before Tifa shoved upwards and away from the fence resuming their roll in the opposite direction. Near the centre of the ring Viola again ended up on top and heaved her upper body onto Tifa's with a loud SPLAT before again being upended. They completed another frenzied circuit of the ring before ending near the northern end of the ring Tifa's back barely three feet from the grille on their sides. Clearly tired now, their rolls had slowed as the one below worked harder to push the one on top off while the one on top extended more effort to stay there than to try and do damage. Viola had resisted Tifa's thrusts and though unable to stop being rolled off she stopped Tifa from completing the roll.

    Panting heavily both women came back to their senses as the adrenaline from their brawl wore off. Viola disengaged her hands from Tifa's sweat drenched hair, locking them around her back pumping and shoving with her breasts even as Tifa pumped and shoved back. Both women threw their heads back and screamed giving those as ringside a clear view of their straining **** battle before their heads came back down, faces contorted in agony. Viola almost forced Tifa onto her back only for the sweating brunette to pump back violently, screaming, pushing them back into an even position. Then as if the effort tired her Viola began to give way as Tifa's massive swollen ***** continued their advance. Shrieking in defiance the redhead also found dregs of what must have been nervous energy as she used her own monsters to bash and shove Tifa back onto their sides. Sobbing and whimpering both beauties continued bashing and beating their seemingly unbeatable ***** into one another.

    Around the arena the crowd had almost shouted themselves hoarse and all that could be heard now were individual calls of encouragement from impromptu fans of the two women. Scuffles and fights had broken out among the crowd as some reacted badly to what they viewed as a slight to their chosen girl. The bouncers were earning their keep breaking up the incidents or just throwing up troublemakers. Up above the Dons were on the edge of their seats as the fight began to reach it's conclusion. Neither wanted to be the one to voice the question of what would happen if neither woman won, a prospect that was looking more and more likely as the two lay in wrapped in a barely moving embrace.

    The clock ticked past twenty three minutes and ten seconds.

    "Break you *****," Viola thought desperately. She desperately searched for an reserves of energy to try and force Tifa back. As it was she barely had the energy to keep them static. Then the brunette did something strange.

    Tifa could barely breathe, or even see through the sweat and tears and ran unimpeded down her face. When she'd fought the "escort" Clara in a hair pulling clothes ripping catfight for the first time she'd thought that was as bad as it could get. an experienced catfighter the auburn haired escort had pushed Tifa to her limits causing her to take a week off to recover despite winning their fight.

    But this was worse. There was no strategy now, all she could do was keep squeezing and hope her **** didn't fail her. Or she could just quit. Even as the thought occurred to her Tifa closed her eyes and shook her head. She wasn't a quitter, she just needed to do something. Something Viola wouldn't expect. She opened her eyes and stared hard at the redhead.

    Viola felt Tifa squeeze and pump with an unexpected vigor. As if she was putting everything into this attack. Viola responded, drawing on her own dregs as she thrust back fiercely pumping and grinding her breasts back at Tifa. She felt the brunette increase her own effort grinding back painfully. Fearful now, Viola bashed back even harder pushing deeper into Tifa's titflesh...that suddenly gave. Instead of pushing Tifa now pulled Viola towards her.

    The redhead's tired mind tried to catch up with the fact that she now had her opponent under her, before Tifa completed the roll. However Tifa's tired body couldn't stop her momentum and, eyes wide with sudden fear, she felt the roll continuing. Until her back crashed against the grille. Twisting and squirming frantically Viola kept pushing and thrusting as if trying to push Tifa into the fencing. Tifa dropped her own weighty glands onto Viola from her advantageous position forcing her fully onto her back as the crowd erupted once more. Releasing her grip on Viola Tifa grabbed the redhead's arms, flailing and gripping before Tifa finally pinned her to the mat.

    "Remember this you ****!" Tifa demanded hoarsely as she lifted her upper body before dropping it onto Viola. The screech was earsplitting. Recognizing the effectiveness of the move Tifa improvised, lifting her entire body before dropping back onto the one below her. She also screamed in pain of their bodies crashing together but Viola writhed in agony. Needing to act Viola succeeded in freeing an arm while Tifa was distracted by the pain and again grabbed at Tifa's hair.



    Screeching as her scalp felt as if it was being torn off the her head Tifa reared back onto her haunches literally pulling Viola up with her. Wrapping her arms around her once again Tifa pulled Viola into a tight *** to *** embrace even as the redhead yanked at her hair. There in that corner of the cage, Viola literally sitting on Tifa's lap their battle continued. Even the shouts of encouragement had stopped everyone watching in simple, almost aghast, silence at the damage the two women were doing to one another and the sheer guts both were showing. There would never again be a fight like this everyone knew, and those that had snuck in recorders thanked the planet that they'd done so.

    Even as she tore out more and dark brown hair Viola realized the futility of the act. There was only one way to end this. She dropped her own arms down over Tifa's trapping them snugly over their ***** as she clasped her own hands behind the girl's back. Tifa's head rose tiredly, two pairs of wet eyes locking. Both nodded in silent agreement. No more tricks. Just a final end to the torture.

    Viola squeezed with what little energy she had left. Though her breasts...no her entire body hurt...she took solace in the soft gasping breathes she heard from Tifa even as she felt increasing wetness on her shoulder and sweat and no doubt tears added to the slickness. Her own whimpers were no doubt hot on the brunette's shoulder as she blinked sweat and tears of her own out of her eyes. She felt Tifa squeeze again and groaned before automatically returning the favor. It had to end soon...didn't it?

    Viola's groans tickled her ear even as their drenched bodies continued a never ending battle. How much longer could this go on. How much longer could she go on? Tifa's entire body was one big hurt with the pain centering on her embattled *****. No matter what she did the redhead just wouldn't quit. She sobbed at the thought of the fight continuing much longer.

    Out in the crowd things were getting restless. Patrons were shouting for the fight to be stopped while others threatened violence if any such attempt was made. Both Dons were both concerned and worried as even the bouncers were taking sides in the conflict. Which was understandable since they worked alongside one girl or the other. But before either could come up with a plan both heard loud feminine shriek of both loss and horror from below.

    Their foreheads resting lightly against one another both women continued desperately to try and force the other to quit. ****** to ******, breast to breast they continued to squeeze in their kneeling position, the compression partly from them both relying on the other to keep them up. But then abruptly something gave. It was slow, gradual, unnoticed even by the two involved for a few moments. With the pain the two were in any increase went unnoticed. But then they both felt the soft quiver and one woman felt an intense increase in pain. Both heads dropped as they both took in the sight of the undeniable. One pair of breasts had flattened at the tip and even as they kept looking the flesh quivered and retreated even more in the face of it's adversary.

    "No..." she whispered. Head raised she stared into the, tired, triumphant eyes of her opponent. That the face was as sweat streaked and tear stained and exhausted as her own felt was of no consolation.

    She tried to force her breasts back out, tried to use her ******s to cause her opponent pain, but even that was of no consequence. Her opponent squeezed again and while her ***** continued to resist they slowly gave way until the finally collapsed entirely.

    And Viola screamed. In pain, loss and humiliation. As the scream faded the redhead's grip failed and head lolled back as she passed out.


    Tifa got one foot under her, then another, then painfully staggered upright Viola hanging limply in her arms. She stared up at the Don's briefly before dropping the redhead to the mat. High above, the timer stopped at 31:33. Nudging Viola's body with her foot, Tifa's face turned ugly for a moment as she knelt down grabbing ahold of Viola's bikini straps yanking it down her limp legs. The red bikini joined her top in the crowd before she staggered out of the now open cage into the supporting arms of a couple of bouncers from her club who slipped a robe over her exhausted form before escorting her from the arena. She managed to make it out the door before her legs failed her and she passed out.


    *****


    She woke up abruptly. Raising her body from the now tepid water she grimaced at the wrinkles in her fingers and toes. Stepping out of the bath she couldn't help but finish the memory. She'd agreed to remain in the Kitty Cat Club only after Cerenio agreed to double her salary along with the bonus for her victory. If not for the one blemish on her conscience she'd have been almost happy at that time.

    Viola. Once calmed down she'd regretted stripping her and tossing her bikini into the crowd. She done nothing worse than any of the others that had thrown down with her in the past and it definetly wasn't her fault that Cerenio had withheld what type of competition it was to be. So she'd tried to find her. Tifa had made nice with more than a few of the ladies she'd fought with. And Viola had definetly been a learning experience. But she'd never found her, even the girls that had stayed behind when the Pit departed didn't know where she'd disappeared to. And soon enough Tifa had more things to concern her than trying to find and apologize to one woman.

    Word had spread about the...epic...fight in Sector Four and it's new champion. She had no shortage of challengers, both official and otherwise. Cerenio was raking in the gil until Tifa quit and declared her retirement. She resisted Cerenio's attempts to entice her to stay and moved to Sector Seven to open the Seventh Heaven bar. A year later she'd discovered that her regulars were members of Avalanche. When Barrett arrived arrived she ignored his blustering attempts at intimidation and asked to join while offering her bar as a headquarters. This arrangement benefited both. Avalanche got an actual base of operations and Tifa got some free security.


    Tifa never asked, but considering she'd seen at least one copy of her titfight floating around she was fairly confident that Barret, Wedge or Biggs knew about her past...that Jessie knew she was all but sure with the challenging expressions and comments she let slide in the first couple of months. Barrett had to step in personally more than once or things would've gotten physical. The two had come to a kind of peace months later and Tifa considered her a friend...HAD considered her a friend.


    Tifa grimaced. Somethings were best left forgotten. The problem, she realised as she wrapped the towel around herself, was in the pudding as the saying went. Scarlet was working for Shinra. Tifa worked for Avalanche


    Avalanche was FIGHTING Shinra.


    So a round two was pretty much a given. And this time Scarlet would be more prepared. Even though Tifa knew that part of the blonde had been able to match her so well was because she'd been both gassed and hurt from a fall that was all a moot point. And she couldn't just martial arts her ***, they'd both made this about their breasts and before any other avenues could be explored that one had to be settled, and conclusively. So it wouldn't hurt to get some practice in. It wasn't exactly something you could do by yourself or find a master to train under...


    Yuffie?


    Tifa laughed at the thought. Yuffie was gutsy, but a bit underdeveloped. Okay, VERY underdeveloped. Even had she still been with them this wasn't something she could see herself asking Aerith's help in.

    Shera? Too much like Aerith Tifa decided though she had to admit the female scientist had a deceptively large rack. It was something women learned to pick up on though it was easy to over or underestimate. More importantly Shera tended to share everything with Cid and the LAST thing she needed Cid learning about this.


    "What was that place Cloud talked about?" she thought, tapping a wrinkled fingertip to her chin. "The Honey Bee Inn?"


    After she found Cloud, maybe she'd look into that...


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    Been looking for this story for awhile though it's definitely different from the original.
    And way longer too. Glad to hear and see you're going to continue it. Only took almost
    twenty years but not gonna complain with the improvements.

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    Re: Hatred 2 (re-upload)

    Quote Originally Posted by Baine View Post
    Been looking for this story for awhile though it's definitely different from the original.
    And way longer too. Glad to hear and see you're going to continue it. Only took almost
    twenty years but not gonna complain with the improvements.
    Has it really been that long...well ****. Took at the date I saved the original at. October 5 2003. I actually wrote all the originals within a pretty short time frame...which would explain the short lengths, plot holes, grammatical errors and terrible pacing. I get embaressed when I think of the positive feedback I got from the few that actually seemed to enjoy it. I actually have a pretty good idea as to how I want the story to go to avoid it being to predictable, so here's hoping I can get it done this time.

    I say this and while scrolling down the story I spot at least two errors.../facepalm.
    Go me .

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