Emerging from the en-suite of the hotel room that she'd secluded for tonight's arrangement, Sally Acorn wore nothing save for her usual jacket, the front open as ever, exposing her sumptuous breasts, which she gently caressed and rubbed, before stretching herself out. 

Notably, this was a double-bedded room, but only Sally was present thus far; her "partner" was yet to arrive. Alissa, a wolf that she'd crossed paths with once or twice, and each of them had probably gotten on one another's wick well enough for them to make this plan. Not often one invites someone to a hotel, and it wasn't going to be an evening of polite conversation that would be certain.

There was a curt knock upon the door as Sally finished up stretching, giving a firm exhalation she strutted up to the door and poised herself just inside of it, wanting to make sure she looked as simultaneously imposing and alluring as possible. Oh no, this would not be a conventional meeting at all.

As the door opened it revealed her "partner", a lithe female wolf, with Fennec-like ears, greyfurred with a white belly and some teal and purple accents around parts of her body that stood out; star patterns on her thighs, her exposed nipples were purple and the tips of her long, wavy, black hair formed a gradient from one to the other. She too was wearing very little; not but a pair of stilleto heels and gloves.

Both of them tensed immediately upon seeing one another; much as they had both been expecting it didn't change the friction between them, metaphorically. But if these plans went ahead, said friction would become physical. Eyeing one another Sally moved a foot back, giving Alissa enough space to walk past her, if she turned her body side on to the gap, forcing the wolf to walk close to her body.

Narrowing her eyes Alissa took the bait but rather than walk straight into the room she simply stood in the gap, perhaps a few inches between them as their stares locked together. Almost in sync they both stepped to the side to let Sally close the door behind them, sealing them both in what would become an arena of sorts.

"I hope you're ready for those tits to get pulped." Sally finally broke the silence, without even so much as a greeting, Alissa's poker-face didn't break even to acknowledge the threat.
"Hope your breasts can take what mine can, or that threat's going to sound a lot more bitter in retrospect." She answered in a level tone, as the two moved deeper into the room, eyes never leaving the other in vigilance for a sudden move.

Stood beside the bed they stayed perhaps a few feet apart as Sally quickly removed her Jacket, not that it covered anything but she didn't want any inhibition, and Alissa removed her gloves and heels.

Sally and Alissa squared up to one another, their naked chests bore openly in the bright lights of the hotel room, both of their breasts full and round, almost in mirror to one another. Hands poised at their sides to lunge forward at their opponent, eyeing one another for a signal to pounce, they began to circle one another.

"You think you can compete with this?" Sally mockingly asked, raising a hand to one of her breasts, lifting it up to lick it's nipple in a taunting display. Alissa made an unimpressed huff, and grasped both of her own boobs as she took a step towards the squirrel,
"Why don't you come find out." She answered with a raise of her eyebrows, offering up her hardened nipples to Sally's, not but a few inches between them.

The princess didn't need a second invitation; she wasn't about to show even a mote of hesitation, and grasped her own breasts to bring them her pinkish nipples into Alissa's blue-ish violet ones. Each was already becoming ever more erect as their contest had become more and more imminent, but the contact of the other sent both into a rock-hardness that only the simultaneous feelings of arousal and adrenaline could do.

Thrust roughly together they immediately both felt the other prod harshly into their own sensitive flesh; neither set of nipples had met the other head on and instead they poked sharply into the smooth surrounding skin of each other's tits. A slight grunt was emitted by both for the none-to-gentle impression their adversary prodvided, and the amethyst eyes of one met the sapphire ones of the other and locked, as both began to slowly push their breasts harder into one another.

Each set of stimulated nipples were now as hard as rock, and jabbing unforgivingly into the softer flesh, testing the pain thresholds of both Sally and Alissa, whose brown or white furred breasts stung with the other's imposition. Eyes narrowed at one another as both parties tried to disguise their mounting discomfort and continued to escalate pressure against each other, but both would much rather have the hardened teat of their counterpart opposed by their own.

Nonetheless, neither was going to back down just yet, wanting to try and win at the first hurdle, they leaned their bodies into one another harder and pressed their tits up against each other, trying to resist the pain of the other's hardened nipples spiking into their breasts for longer. A slight moan, crossed with a grunt of exertion, their hands ever increasing the amount of pressure of one set of sumptuous breasts against their counterpart.

"Enjoying the warmup?." Sally did her utmost to smirk through her slightly clenched teeth, for whilst her nipples were as hard as her adversary's, the rest of her boobs were still soft as ever,
"That sounds like you me to start properly." Alissa replied, her eyes narrowing as she shifted her breasts slightly, dragging her tits sidelong across Sally's was akin to drawing a spike across both of the fronts of their breasts until they both felt their hard teats nudge against one another.

"I hope you're ready for it." Alissa forced a bit of a grin, pushing her fingers up between their breasts to reposition them, feeling Sally's fingers rise up in mirror to her own, each grasping their own furred tits and begrudgingly allowing the other to hold their own in preparation for the shift they were about to make.

"Then let's see what you've got!" Sally challenged, and suddenly she and Alissa both twitched their breasts to bring their nipples headlong into one another. Gasping as the nipples, hardened by arousal, became united between their boobs; hands shifted quickly out from between said breasts and allowed them to come crashing back into one another as both Sally and Alissa threw their hands to their sides as they cast their full weights into each other.

Grunting as their breasts rippled with the impact, a single wave of their flesh rebounded from the point of contact but quickly the sheer tension between them both brought both sets of breasts back to firmness. Eyeing one another for a sign of weakness each held their own poker-faces through mild winces; even as their tits pulsed with that slam they had only just started and had plenty left to offer.

Alissa's hands shot to Sally's waist, grasping it firmly to pull her adversary into the unforgiving conflict between their firm tits. Sharply inhaling the brown-furred chipmunk brought her own grip down to Alissa's waist and intensified the heave of one body into the other and as the pressure mounted the pitch of both participants' breathing did as well.

Both chipmunk and wolf clenched their jaws shut as the piercing sensation grew ever sharper in their breasts, which despite their suppleness were not deforming against one another greatly yet. Even with a substantial amount of each participant's weight put behind them, they both still remained round and full, like four moons had come together and were as of yet refusing to bow to the rigidity of the others.

As waists were pulled harder Alissa and Sally's thighs and toned abdomens came together, muscles tensioned in their contact but the only thing either cared about was putting the other's breasts under more pressure than they could take. Forcing them to submit, or if it came to it, pass out, would be the only satisfaction.

Smooth skins of the perfectly formed tits slowly abraded as the struggle of muscles caused them to jolt and jerk occasionally with the inertia of movement between them, the hard points of their nipples clashing almost like blades duelling. Slowly their shapes began to deform with more pressure; their strength and ability to keep their flawless shape whilst under such stress was finally overcome.

Now pressed hard up against one another each breast formed a half-circle, with their adversary becoming the other half, so intensely crushed together that to put something into the seam between them would require an impressive amount of force. Forcing into one another, rather than being four gorgeous globes of voluptuous flesh they had instead become as if they were two.

Sally reached further with her hands until she could bring them together and clasped them behind the small of Alissa's back, heaving the lupine in as if trying to hoist them onto her own hips in a lift. Alissa was briefly winded by the sudden ramping up of pressure but quickly her own hands mirrored her counterpart and she 

The tension was visible on the smoothed out surfaces of their clashing boobs, and neither jiggled nor wobbled as the rare thrust of Alissa's white-furred chest or Sally's brown furred breast came and went; they were crushed harshly enough to stretch their skin taut. Both would likely walk away with bruises but the test was to see who would cave, and perhaps who might be the one walking away with more of said bruises.

Their faces were perhaps a few inches apart, and deep, hot breaths met upon one another's lips even as Blue and Violet irises burned with anger in their unending mutual glare. It was matched in ferociousness by the battle between their chests; for there was no relenting, no concessions made as tit and tit ground harder into one another as if they were trying to turn their adversary to pulp.

Their teats themselves, harder than the rest of their tit, and unwilling to back down any more than their opponent, had been pressed back into the tit they'd once stood proud from; but in regards to their clash, neither had deviated from their perfect connection; having met head on they were fighting in a battle of sheer strength much as the rest of their tits were.

Sally ratcheted up the pressure, grinding her clasped hands into Alissa's back with all her strength, but only found herself being seized tighter still; even as she reached the very limit of her muscles' ability to crush their breasts together, her adversary didn't back down, but instead, matched her.

A long, low pained grunt was emitted by both, their tits crushed equally and mushrooming outwards under the immense pressure of their combined might. With the sheer compression on their chests they were having to put conscious effort into breathing, and with each intake they only built further tension between their already squashed boobs.

Furiously pulling, heaving and tugging on each other their breasts were gradually squashed more and more flat, their nipples digging into one another like talons. To each it was as if they were fighting a Mirror of themselves, even as they fixated on the eyes of the other they saw their reflection in their enemy; every move they made came alongside a move that was made against them.

To lose, to give in, to submit, was not in either of them yet the pain and exhaustion mounted with every moment, sweat upon their toned bodies making their curves glisten slightly in the light. They felt as if they were wrestling not only with their opponent but with themselves also; they were fighting against their own body's limits and exceeding them wherever they felt they could.

Breasts were almost flattened to their chests by now, and crying out to their owners for some kind of relief, but neither Alissa nor Sally would give the other reprieve without some admission of defeat. None came, and thus, with their breathing strained and boobs even moreso, they tried to pull one another closer still.

But their strength was spent; they still had energy to continue the fight but neither could summon a greater clinch; and said energy was being quickly spent to maintain their current state. Their heads leaned forward until their foreheads met; all this while their constant glares at one another hadn't faltered, remaining ever vigilant for a moment of weakness in the other.

Agony, pride and lust conflated in the mixing pot of this contest into a heady cocktail of feelings; they loved it, they hated it, it hurt and it tantalised. Victory and defeat were but slight tips of the scale from one another as voluptuous and supple breasts tested one another in totality. It was an almost delirious experience, feeling your actions being reciprocated almost in sync by such a well matched adversary, not that either would give the other that credit, but it truly was almost as if they'd both found some way of titfighting themselves.

An assault on every sense that the battle could reach; the exertion and slight difficulty breathing allowed a minor dizziness to take their sense of balance, forcing them both to rely on the other as a stabilizer as they slowly began to teeter and sway, as if tipsily dancing. The pain the only sharp sensation left to them as their eyes watered and blurred and the seldom sound produced was no more stimulating than a grunt or noise of exertion.

All they could smell was the perfume and slight tang of sweat of the other, and all the pleasure they both felt was a reflection of the pain they felt inflicted, and could feel themselves inflicting back. It was all consuming and both Sally and Alissa were struggling to refrain from allowing themselves to become absorbed in the muddied sensations.

"You're....getting....tired." Alissa managed to half-gasp in what breaths she did manage to get out. Sally scoffed in reply with some difficulty, trying her best to smirk through her gritted teeth, the talk managing to distract from the uncertainties and confusing feelings rushing through them both, and yet, perhaps a distraction from those is not what either wanted: several moments, maybe stretching into a minute passed in silence before Sally's quip even received reply.

"As if.....but if you....want to....back down....." Her offer was answered only with a growl from the back of Alissa's throat, and the wolf's jaws unclenched for a moment to lunge forward towards Sally's lips, roughly planting her maw upon the chipmunk's and intrusively lapping at her pursed lips, tongue rough and unforgiving on the sensitive margin.

The princess gasped as what she thought was a kiss was foisted upon her, taken aback by the tongue pressed to her closed mouth, but she quickly realised that it was far just another assault on her senses; another front she was being challenged on. 

The wolf's tongue wriggled and worked against Sally's forcibly closed lips, trying to pry it's way inside to hopefully confound the chipmunk further; Alissa perhaps had the inkling that she and Sally were much in the same boat in regards to their physical state. But she wasn't the only one with this suspicion and after the initial shock of the unexpected move had passed, Sally drove back in equal reply.

Unleashing her own tongue from her lips to meet with Alissa's they began to wrestle as their other muscles continued to strain, trembling with the sheer tension. But neither had the patience nor energy to maintain a particularly nuanced assault against one another, their tongues simply entwined and began to pull and heave like they too were trying to pull the two combatants into an ever harder crush.

Breasts were already starting to bruise from their centre outwards with the sheer pressure; contusions forming purple patches under their fur that were just barely visible, and making them ache ever more with the dull pain of their relentless combat. The sharper, stinging pain of the other's nipples jabbing into their own was the only thing keeping them focused on the contest, reminding them that this was a battle.

Their tongues abraded and chafed, roughly gripping and tugging on each other, making them both salivate excessively into one another's mouth, but soon the soreness of their tongues demanded that they separated. Not that either wanted to back down, and Alissa shifted her mouth over Sally's to put the chipmunk's top lip between her teeth and began to bite on it.

Sally gasped in pain as the sharp teeth of the wolf pressed into her soft lips, yelping slightly, and growling, her mind suddenly cleared by the piercing sensation of Alissa's fangs she opened her own jaws and sank her teeth into the bottom lip of the lupine, provoking a replying gasp of pain. Neither were drawing blood, but clamping their teeth tighter onto mirrored lips they exerted themselves into a lock.

Pulling at one another's lips and holding their bite they tangoed across the floor, bodies still crushed together their breasts flat to their chests with the sustained pressure. Twisting their legs around one another they were now locked together from head to toe, almost every inch of their bodies that could come together were perfectly aligned in lustful combat.

Their stalemate had lasted this long, and neither seemed to be able to get an advantage, their hands now sinking into the other's fur to grasp them by it to heave them in. Incessantly now they pulled and pulled over and over trying to force the other to back down with the sheer violent determination.

Heads cleared by their mutual bite and the pulling of fur, they were wrestling one again and their bodies were motionlessly slamming into each other, jolting together furiously and bumping their bodies with no remorse. As they did, hips crashing together, their pussies met with a smack, the wet lips smacking into one another and making each moan through their bite onto the other.

Keeping their groins united for a second they ground them into one another and enjoyed that brief moment of pure pleasure as the sensitive lips caressed. But quickly their gazes hardened again and they began withdrawing their groins back to bring them smashing into one another, their buttocks jiggling as pussies began to fight; hitting one another like punches.

With the entirety of their bodies deadlocked; jaws biting, tits crushing and pussies clashing, both knew they couldn't take much more, having put everything out only to be matched at every turn, having gone all in and everything was still all to play for. The long moan in both of their throats rose higher and higher as their bodies reached their limits, breathing in through one another's mouth as their bites continued, shackling them together.

With a great smack their pussies met for the final time; lips pushed past each other they opened wide to expose the most tender parts to one another, and with equal force to their crushing breasts they ground the sensitive flesh mercilessly. Their tits were aching, wearing, and even the sharp pain of their bites and piercing nipples had become numbed by the soreness of their bodies.

Muscles were scarce able to hold firm, but in one last final crescendo of effort they both poured on the pressure, risking everything they hurled their bodies together; barely moving but it was enough to bring them both crashing down from the high of their conflict. Finally their bites disconnected as they screamed; clitoris rubbed laboriously on clitoris in the last few moments and both came hard.

The rush that ran through their bodies caused everything else, all of their defences, to come crashing down like walls before a battering ram; their bruised and battered tits finally bounced apart from one another as their grip on the other's fur faltered and they fell, legs tangled whilst their vaginas surged pleasure through the pair.

Trembling and shaking as they lay side by side, breasts now returned to their normal shape, nipples now only gently brushing over one another, but with their intense sensitivity now it was like the sweetest ambrosia and they came again, putting paid to any notion of getting up any time soon, panting and moaning as the exhaustion and sexual satisfaction robbed both of them of consciousness.