Girl Fight

Cindi jogged through the corridors of her mother’s ship, breathing deeply of the vaporized gorgon essence. Every inhale was a rush of power—a giddy spike of adrenaline and aggression. She could feel it pulsing through her bloodstream, hardening her muscles and sinews, infusing every movement with intoxicating energy.

They were under attack!

The beast inside the young blonde howled for blood. She couldn’t sit back and let her brother–her alpha mate do all the fighting. So she picked up speed, racing through the connecting corridors, hunting for the interlopers.

Her flight suit–already bursting at the seams from her gorgon transformation–was half-peeled off, the sleeves tied around her waist. That left the rumblestrip of her defined abdomen, bounding bikini-clad breasts, and well-muscled arms exposed. A slick of perspiration polished her ashen skin.

She looked like a sex machine, oiled and primed for battle.

Rounding a bulkhead into the Princess’s cargo bay, Cindi spotted her prey. A short, obsidian-haired woman with Asian features flitted amongst the storage containers. She moved like a drunken cat. Feline grace for one moment, then stumbling in the next, bumping into a grain bin and cursing quietly.

Cindi grinned a feral grin. She could guess what vexed the would-be invader. Long rents split the sheer fabric of her skin-tight white bodysuit like laddered stockings, most notably around her expansive bosom and butt.

Those generous curves appeared almost unnaturally large on a woman of her diminutive stature, and they were clearly throwing off her balance. The short ruffled skirt banding widened hips barely brushed the apex of thighs thickened by burgeoning muscle. A gunbelt (complete with holstered blaster) was slung at an awkward angle around the pirate’s waspish waist.

Thirsting for combat, Cindi crouched low like a stalking predator. She’d never experienced a thrill like this before. The heady excitement. The fiery arousal. She would repel this inferior female, then present the defeated foe to her alpha bro as a good mate should.

He would surely reward her fighting prowess with toe-curling passion.

Suki tried to creep through the obscuring mist. Trying to slink from one point of cover to another... and spat an invective as her shoulder loudly impacted a large plastic barrel.

Thrice damned tits and ass!

The inflated fleshbags were heavy, kept getting in the way, and shifted her center of gravity. Suki was accustomed to darting about with the speed and agility of a lifelong acrobat. Now she looked and moved like a bloated sow, waddling through enemy territory.

The sudden weight gain had been alarming—doubtless, a result of the fog polluting the air and reducing visibility to shit. Could it be a defensive measure? Or the reason for the three coupled starships drifting lifelessly in space?

A possible chemical leak that incapacitated the original crew?

Funny thing, though, Suki didn’t feel woozy or sick in the slightest. If anything, she felt hot—nearly feverish—and her determination to complete the raid had redoubled.

She was a trained infiltrator, saboteur, and assassin. Her interment in the penal colony hadn’t been unjustified. A person possessing her talents, mercenary instincts, and moral ambiguity was destined to find work on the outer fringes of the law.

Nobody ever suspected the lithe, little Asian girl would happily rip out their throats with a smile on her doll-like face.

No, Suki would achieve her objectives. Secure much-needed supplies, disable shipwide communications, then plunder a med-bay for a counter-agent to remedy whatever the hell was wrong with her swollen body.

And when they were done, she’d drag Brit back to their bunk, pin the big bitch down, and make her shriek with pleasure.

Fuck, she was burning up inside!

A distinct dampness downstairs and daydreams of dominating her girlfriend distracted Suki until a screaming streak rocketed out of the mist.

“Yaaaaaaaaaa—!”

She twisted aside just in time. An oncoming fist tore past her nose and caved a metal drum like tinfoil. A shockwave rattled the deck. She landed low, feet skidding on the slick flooring, and caught a flash of platinum hair before a kick sent her tumbling in a **** dodge that would’ve been smoother if not for the meat-balloons strapped to her chest.

Twin wrist blades snapped into place with a hiss. She lunged, slashing in a cross-pattern meant to carve meat from bones.

Steel met flesh—but the grey-skinned woman barely flinched. The blades cut, yet shallowly, leaving lines of dark blood that steamed in the cool air. The blonde answered with a jab that hit like a piston, rocking Suki off her feet.

Recovering in a back roll, Suki steadied her breathing and studied her opponent. A statuesque young woman wearing an open flightsuit faced her–maybe twenty years of age–with a muscular build, an oddly ashen skin tone, and tits the size of small satellites. Fists raised, forearms bleeding, she had a mad gleam in her eyes that Suki knew all too well.

The lust for **** and victory.

“You’ve got balls to board our ships, pirate.” The blonde snarled, “I’m here to see you regret it.”

Suki took a split second to evaluate her opponent. The girl’s stance was that of a brawler, not a martial artist. Her feet were planted haphazardly, and her guard was slightly too low. She did have the advantage of reach though, and those muscles weren’t just for show.

She’d dented solid steel with that first blow, and her massive tits didn’t seem to hinder her movement.

Suki felt an irrational stab of jealousy.

“Bring it, blondie.” She spat, spinning her blades. “I’ll look forward to making you scream.”

They met halfway. The blonde’s range of attack **** Suki into close quarters where she could slip inside the bigger woman’s guard. Cuts blossomed across the blonde’s forearms and ribs, but she didn’t slow—if anything, the pain seemed to fuel her.

Each punch slammed through the air like a meteor strike. This wasn’t too concerning. Suki was accustomed to combating larger opponents. What she wasn’t accustomed to were the fleshy hemispheres that replaced her previously pert backside. They pushed out obscenely every time she went low, compromising her flow and form.

Suki ducked, sidestepped, countered, yet the rhythm was off. Her strikes overextended. Her center of gravity felt strange—hardened, yes, but unpredictable, her own body turning traitor.

“You’re a quick little snake.” The blonde grunted, taking a slash on her shin. “Your movements are practiced but unsteady. I’m guessing it’s the extra padding. You got all the cushion without the pushing. Great tits and ass, but lacking the strength upgrade.”

“The fuck are you talking about, bitch?” Suki twisted away from an uppercut; heavy-chested momentum carried the spin farther than expected before she caught herself. “I feel stronger than ever. What have you done to me?”

It wasn’t a lie. Her lean muscles felt supercharged. However, that was a problem as well. Her kinesthetic memory was shot to shit.

“Me? Nothing. You kicked a hornet's nest when choosing us as easy pickings.” The grey-skinned bimbo grinned, leaking purple-ish gore. “This is just a sniff of crap you’ve stepped into. You’re no match for my bro’s special boost juice.”

The crazy cow was spouting nonsense, Suki decided, slipping under another haymaker.

Still, the fight excited her, as it always did. The adrenaline rush. The risk of danger. The thrill she got from inflicting pain. Her pussy sang as they clashed, heat pooling in her core with every cut and parried blow. The arousal somehow amplified to panty-melting levels.

She targeted weak spots—**** arteries and tendons. Most of her attacks fell short or were deflected at the last second. A snap kick grazed her hip like a passing freight train, and she flew across the cargo bay to smash into a bulkhead with bruising ****.

Suki hit the deck hard. Pain rang through her skull, but her focus sharpened. Drawing her sidearm, she leveled it with both hands.

“You’ve had your fun, sweetheart. I’d normally relish breaking a wild mare like you, but it’s time to—”

The hull shook with a roar so deep it rattled the bones in her chest. In the foggy airlock beyond, something huge moved.

The blonde smiled through blood and grit. “Fun’s not over, pirate. That was my brother.”

Suki steadied her aim, pulse hammering. “Big family reunion, huh?”

“You’ll see.” The blonde said, voice thick with pride. “I’m just the warm-up.”

Alarm bells rang in Suki’s skull, and she leaped to take the larger woman hostage before the looming figure emerged. Surprisingly, the ashen-skinned psycho didn’t fight back, as though unconcerned about the blaster shoved into her lower spine, allowing herself to be captured.

She even chuckled, like it was all a funny game.

Suki's slick snatch burned to wipe the smug smirk off her face.

“Shut the fuck up.” She hissed, “One wrong word–one stupid move and you’ll never walk again.”

“But baaaabe.” The girl’s taunting tone dripped saccharine sweetness. “That upgrade I told you about earlier? It’s here.”

“Cindi,” A menacing voice rumbled as an equally menacing grey-skinned titan lumbered into the cargo bay. “You were supposed to stay safe on my ship with Mom and Aunt Pam.”

He was massive. Far exceeding the largest male specimens by every metric. Over seven feet tall, hugely muscular as though chiseled from granite, and savagely handsome.

And naked.

A rage boner of epic proportions preceded his advance like some lewd piece of heraldry. It glistened wetly, furiously spitting precum. His stony flesh was marred by scratches, bruises, and–was that a bite mark?–which visibly faded with every step.

“But Adam, we couldn’t sit idly by, twiddling our thumbs, while you risked yourself repelling the invaders.” The blonde, no–Cindi explained. “We’re more than just family now. More than just human, too. We wanted to fight at your side, big bro! That and the gas sent us girls batshit crazy.”

The steely colossus paused to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration and took a slow breath. A vein pulsed in his temple. Many more pulsed along his momentous manpole.

“Okay. Alright. I get that, sis. And I appreciate you wanting to help.” So-called Adam’s head jerked up in sudden realization. “Wait, us girls? Does that mean they’re also clowning around without a plan?”

“Oh, they have a plan—no worries on that front. Have some faith in your badass bitches.”

Suki found she was staring slack-jawed. Despite popular opinion, she didn’t hate men. Preferred women, yes. Despised those noodle-dicked rapists who’d called themselves prison guards, certainly. Killed more than a few who thought to take advantage of her fellow inmates?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

No, Suki didn’t hate men. She simply hadn’t found one she liked yet.

But standing there, listening to the ashen-hued siblings bicker amicably, something about the gigantic meathead plucked a chord in her hyperactive libido.

He possessed an undeniable presence, monopolizing the space and everyone's attention. It rolled off him in visceral waves. Warping reality around that cunt-crushing mega-cock. What had Cindi said?

“You’re no match for my bro’s special boost juice.”

The answer was right there. Puddling on the floor in a thick, sticky, mouthwatering mess. The secret to unlocking more strength, more speed, more vicious vitality. All within arm’s reach.

“What is their plan?” Adam stalked towards Cindi, one mitt-sized hand gripping his monstrous member, stroking with incestuous intent. “I should know the details before punishing them later.”

“I promised not to tell.” The muscular blonde shuddered in obvious desire. “You’ll have to drag the truth out of me, big bro. Punish me. Spank my ass raw.”

Suki was beginning to feel ignored. Inconsequential. Unimportant. Anger and arousal warred within her inflated breast. She almost pulled the trigger in an act of pure spite, but delayed Cindi’s execution.

The obsidian-haired assassin was, above all, a pragmatist. She had an ace in the hole and would milk it for everything she could.

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