Vanessa Hudgens vs Lily Collins: La Guerra de Amor
Jan 16, 2018 8:33:20 GMT -6
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Post by caspian on Jan 16, 2018 8:33:20 GMT -6
(Results by Lookout, Words by Cas)
Vanessa Hudgens vs Lily Collins: La Guerra de Amor
Note: This fight occurred on New Year's Eve 2017.
Vanessa:
Lily:
Lily Collins hated to admit it, but she was losing badly. There was pain coursing through her neck and the rest of her body, having gone a few hours already toe-to-toe with Vanessa freakin’ Hudgens. The result so far? Not good making her regret ever having made this challenge in the first place. What's worse - the little Disney b*tch would not shut the f*ck up:
“You feel that Lily?” Vanessa hissed through deep breaths, her lips pressed into the side of the Brit’s face. “That's the sound of your destruction.”
Hudgens had her in an Anaconda Choke, and true to its name had her arms locked around the back of her neck, pulling upwards and contorting her body in half. Also true to her word, the intention was to give Lily’s abs hell at every opportunity. In this case, slamming fist after fist into them from her comfortable perch above.
The night didn't f*cking begin like this, Lily thought. Both girls had met at an anonymous, neutral and nondescript apartment loft, as agreed, at an hour before midnight on new year’s eve. Vanessa had been hesitant at first - hell she had parties to attend and boys to f*ck. But at the risk of being called a coward by Collins, and of course savoring the thought of Lily lying broken at her feet as the best New Year’s present ever, here she was, standing suspiciously at the front door left slightly ajar, like an open invitation into the heart of the lion’s den.
Vanessa cautiously pushed the door open and stepped inside, the mixed smell of lavender and sweat hitting her nose and making her choke on the bittersweetness of it all. She paused just beyond the doorway, well aware of the consequences of underestimating her opponent, especially after what happened to Cheryl Cole the last time Lily agreed to a ‘fair’ fight.
The living room area was modest and carpeted, with most of the furniture already moved out of the way and pushed to the corners, leaving a wide open space in the middle for two to tangle. Vanessa nodded with approval as well - the windows and doors had been curtained and sound-proofed, no doubt to muffle Lily’s screams after she was done with her tonight.
Speaking of the devil, before Vanessa could anticipate which direction Lily would spring at her with an ambush, the lights suddenly flickered on. Sensing a trap, Nessa instinctively tensed up in a crouch, expecting the worse, but into the hallway ahead of her walked a smiling Lily Collins, taunting: ‘My my - you certainly scare easy…” The British hellcat already dressed for battle, looking poised in a white robe covering black and red bra-panties combo beneath, her brown hair already tied up in a battle bun.
“‘About time you showed up, you little British skank,” Vanessa replied, ignoring the slight at her nerves. Instead, she tried putting her game face on and begun undressing by tugging her jeans down roughly, revealing a black-laced thong lined with pink. But when she was in the midst of hoisting her own blouse off her shoulders, a sudden force RAMMED into her from out of nowhere, tackling her down to the ground.
“WHAT THE FUGGGHH!?!” was all Vanessa could utter as the wind left her lungs and she hit her head hard on the ground below. She silently cursed herself (and Lily Collins, of course, the sly Brit living up to her reputation for an ambush) for falling for such a cheap trick, continued squealing and thrashing on the ground, her top still only half-removed around her head. Lily taking advantage, raining blow after blow into Vanessa’s pretty face from a hovering position above, until Vanessa managed to send a straight and blind punt kick into her assailant's abdomen, forcing her back with an OOMMPH.
“YOU F*CKING B*TCH!! I’LL MURDER— THWAAAP!” No sooner had Vanessa regained her footing and was preparing to charge right back did she discover that Lily was already in her face - another WHAP of the Brit’s open palm ricochets off her cheek, Lily wisely choosing to conserve her energy this early in the game and let her fists do the talking instead. Vanessa’s shocked expression whips side to side before she finally catches up, retaliates with a backhand of her own, with Lily blocking too late, receives a loud CRACK to her own cheek. The girls formally dig fingers into each other’s hair and continue in the slapping trading hard shots just turning faces redder and redder with free hands, each loud THWACK reverberating through the walls of the apartment.
Perhaps it’s Vanessa’s growing rage, however, that allows her to break the monotony first: with a knee lift right up between Lily’s legs! It sends Collins wide-eyed and howling with pain as her hands shoot downwards protectively. She sinks down to her knees, powerless to stop the now crazed-looking Hudgens from towering over her, two hands firmly in her long hair, tugging Lily’s face forward roughly and sending her moaning lips into her abs.
“You asked for this, Lilypie, back when you first challenged me…” Vanessa hisses down from above, relishing the trapped girls chokes for air bubbling into the depths of her belly button. “That’s one kiss for the evening, wouldn’t you say?”
Vanessa abruptly tears her face away from her curves, but before Lily can suck in another breath of air, she eats another SLAP her across the face, before immediately getting plunged back into the depths of Vanessa’s tummy smother. “And that’s two…” she giggles.
This being La Guerra de Amor, of course, there was no specified way for keeping score between the hellcats, so Vanessa’s impromptu method has her already in the lead by two points. Flash forward another a few minutes, however, and the Disney princess must be regretting ever proposing such an offensive criteria, with her own face disappearing into the depths of Lily’s tummy in eagerly anticipated revenge. Vanessa like a hellcat coming into contact with water, however, thrashing about in a kneeling Body Scissors, with Lily holding her head down whilst lying on her back on the ground. But that dull, throbbing ache from those nasty low blow prior still leaving Nessa’s body shaking with rage, with little strength to rise off her knees and get out of this embarrassing hold. Lily licking her lips, taking turns between slapping the raven-haired beauty across the cheek and sending her face squealing into tummy flesh.
Still, both girls relatively fresh at this point, and having your eyes and parts of skin raked over, poked, and dug in by sharp fingernails would make any girl’s position untenable, allowing Hudgens to squirm free once once Lily herself releases her hell hold in favor of not bleeding. They slowly got back to their knees, growling lowly, before flinging themselves at one another, slapping and punching, kicking and screaming, biting and spitting, one girl always taking every opportunity to force the other’s facial features closer and closer to her tummy in an effort to score meaningless points.
The night would continue to drag on without respite for either girl, their mutual hatred pushing them on, finally realizing that they had to utterly break the other’s spirit and body in order to win this fight. The fight suddenly left the ground next, both girls rising with fistfuls of hair and nose-to-nose grunts, taking turns shoving each HARD into wall, then drilling HARDER shots into the other’s body. Lily using her slightly bigger frame to dominate the action here, pinning Vanessa against the hard concrete at one moment, then pounding away with punishing blows left and right. But Nessa’s rock hard washboard abs allowing her to take the brunt of the abuse… She’s grunting and absorbing, covering her head with two arms to prevent premature knockout. Nessa knows however that she ain’t invincible.... if she doesn't get outta there soon, even her proud abs would quit on her.
Lily relentlessly huffing and puffing, smacking fists into and mashing knuckles in lefts and rights, eager to take her adversary down one fist at a time. But the thought of losing the crown of Fittest Fly too much humiliation for Hudgens to bear. Sucking in air, she tightens her tummy and braces for the next blow: ROARS back when Lily’s fist glances harmlessly off to one side with an uppercut into Lily’s defenseless gut - HNNNGH - Lily stunned as her body crumbles over Vanessa’s fist. Still catching her breath, Vanessa guides the heaving girl by the hair - getting out of the way with a nifty trip of her legs to boot that sends Lily crashing into the wall head first.
Dazed, the Brit can't stop the abuse that follows: a return barrage of punches, knees and kicks that Vanessa simply throws at her adversary with all the leftover rage mustered. Lily’s attempt to turn around does not do her any favors either - Vanessa now with newfound access to her face and body, fists disappearing into Lily’s stomach one after another, mashing her knuckles into pale flesh for good measure as she grins at her enemy’s hot breath exhaled onto her cheek. Lily choking and gasping, trying to block more of those punches from landing, but gets backhanded across the face multiple times whenever she lowers her guard. After a good minute of abuse, Lily slides down the wall, mouth open and eyes fluttering. Could this be it? Nessa not taking any chances, continuing to prop the battered Brit up against the wall with invasive kneecap or two up between her thighs, finally enjoying the feeling of Lily’s lips sliding down her belly as her bum finally collapses down to the carpet.
“That's three, you f*cking b*tch,” Vanessa hisses, still thrusting her abs forward, sandwiching Lily’s face between them and the dry wall.
Determined to keep her rival in this humiliating position for the longest time possible, Nessa knees down, hands firmly in her hair and keeping Lily’s shocked nose and lips pressed into the curve of body, before deftly wrapping both legs around her waist for good measure. The sudden body scissors revitalizes Lily almost immediately, with Vanessa squeezing those thighs against white flesh with all her might and eliciting a sharp YELP from Collins’ mouth. Lily in trouble here, with Vanessa taunting her repeatedly to give up, but she’s shaking her head and biting back tears.
Another FLASH forward and yup, you guessed it - it’s Vanessa’s turn to be screaming vulgarities from below, her dark face framed by Lily’s creamy-white thighs. Vanessa howling hell at the turn of fortunes after the Brit had managed to escape from the hold by snapping a fist or two into Vanessa’s panties. Now, Nessa’s trying to wiggle free of her enemy’s own sweat-soaked panties just inches away from her lips. With every shout of effort she tries arching her body to dislodge her assailant, but Lily calmly riding her above, one hand stuck in Vanessa’s roots like pulling a carrot from its roots, the other keeping the base of Vanessa’s chin firmly cupped in place for further humiliation. The repeated, stinging slaps to Nessa’s face don't help matters much either, and when Lily starts driving those balled fists down into her tummy from behind, it suddenly dawns on the self-proclaimed queen and ‘fittest fly’ that she’s in the fight of her life tonight, with the danger of losing this fight growing by the minute if she didn’t find someway to break the Brit for good. After a last arch of her body straining NGGGGGGGH, Vanessa collapses down to the ground, panting hard, eyes defiant but hint of tears forming at their edges.
“Aww. What's the matter Nessa? Tired? Give up yet?”
“F*CK YO--MMMPGHH”
Lily cranking her neck forward, pulling that big mouth into the depths of her crotch. “I can't hear you, Nessa. Say again?”
“FFFUUUGGHH YOOOOOUUHH!!!” comes the muffled scream from below.
“Sorry, you’ve gotta speak louder babe. I think I’m losing you…” Collins chuckles, sly smile on her face. “This may not be my belly, but I think it’ll do, no? Three points for me B*TCH...”
Lily punctuating the final word with a sharp TUG on Vanessa’s black briefs, stretching the fabric up and towards her to an ungodly shape as Vanessa’s eyes go wide with panic. My gosh does she THRASH and SQUIRM like her life depended on it, this time catching Lily off guard with an errant knee to the back, throwing her off to the side.
Girls scramble immediately to their knees for payback, with even Lily shocked by the red-faced rage on Vanessa’s cheeks as she ignores her tattered panties and CHARGES as though her life depended on it. Girls crash into each other, with Lily letting out an OUFF as she’s speared in the chest and driven back into the sofa. Vanessa like a banshee wailing on her from above, both with her fists and lungs, not caring any longer if she’s actually hitting targets. Lily getting scratched, punched, smashed, then finding her waistline getting constricted yet, with Nessa taking the opportunity again to wrap her legs around and SQUEEZE.
Lily struggling for control herself, eyes flashing danger especially when Nessa starts crawling on top of her, trying to shove that hated tummy into her face once more. Collins tries to sit up and rise with her, but a RASP of knuckles to her paunch silences that effort, and she sinks back down clutching her middle. Vanessa proudly capitalizes, pinning her upper body down on Lily’s face, crushing her in the darkness as she presses the hapless Brit down on the sofa, then adds insult to injury when she starts bouncing up and down, repeatedly slapping those washboard abs into poor Lily’s face. Lily letting out yelp after yelp, her fingernails clawing and clutching but powerless to stop the abuse - Nessa just counting out her victories at her own leisurely pace.
“THAT’S FOUR POINTS FOR ME, B*TCH! FIVE! SIX!! SEVEN!!!”
She pauses for a moment, lingering above Lily’s shocked and reddened face, that stretched and pulsing belly poised like death from above. “Say it, Lily - SAY you're my b*tch! Say i’m the f*cking FITTER THAN YOU. SAY IT!!”
Lily’s head lolling from side to side in reply, but she manages to whisper back: “N-Never.” before she adds with a small smile: “Fat-ass.”
Vanessa’s brow hardens at the word. It dawns on her that this will be a fight to the breaking point for one of them, and she resolves to be the one who does the breaking.
“I’ll show you who’s the fat-ass…….”
Unable to control her rage, she primes her body for a final piledriver jackhammer into Lily’s face, but all of a sudden finds her waist being constricted by Lily’s snaking arms, preventing her from retracting her body higher. Vanessa squeals out loud as Lily grunts and HEAVES, using the couch for leverage to flip Nessa over. Nessa not expecting any fight left in the brunette - she’s already scrambling to get free but Lily’s still clutching on tight, her lips breathing hard into bronzed tummy.
“LEMME GO, B*TCH. I BEAT YOU. I F*CKIN- WAAAHHGG!!” Vanessa shrieks to the high heavens as Collins shoves a knee up between her thighs, the lower position giving her the clean shot needed to repeat the move over and over. Vanessa’s sharp yells now louder and more desperate, two hands tugging and whipping Lily’s head back and forth from above, but the Brit relentless, continues driving those knee lifts up one by one, smashing and digging into thigh and nether regions regardless.. After a fifth such devastating drive of her knee, Vanessa’s body gives a final shudder and goes limp, now sliding back down to the carpet in a heap, with tears in her eyes and both hands cupping her womanhood.
Lily towers over her slowly, relishing her sudden dominance. She grips Vanessa's wet hair and gives her defeated foe’s face a little shimmy. When Vanessa doesn't resist, Lily pulls her in once, twice, three times - pecking her shocked ruby lips against her own reddened belly. Lily’s turn to do the slow count-out:
“Four, five, six, seven… You want some more, Nessie?”
Vanessa groaning in reply, body still shivering with pain, but teeth gritted and mixed with rage. “You f*cking cheated, b*tch…” is all she hisses, her disheveled face a mix of sweat and tears.
“All’s fair in love and war, Nessie,” Lily smirks, before looking to surge ahead with the victory count by pulling Nessa’s face in one last time. This time though, Nessa’s ready… CLAMPING down her teeth down on tummy flesh just below Lily’s navel.
If Vanessa’s screams were loud, Lily’s are delirious and unexpected - she immediately pulls away from the crazed animal who’s refusing to let go of her prey, despite the wild blows and kicks to her frame. Finally, Vanessa releases her teeth, sending Lily falling back onto the bum in shock, already checking for damage. And damage there is - small streaks of red dripping down from those obvious bite marks, like a mad dog had fancied herself a little bite of supper.
“YOU F*CKING WHORE I’LL MURDE-- UGGHH!!”
Lily’s rage finally showing itself but CUT short by Vanessa’s sudden sprint across the room and flying knee to her chin. Lily crumpling back down to carpet, cradling both face and belly and wondering how much more of this she can endure. Hudgens laughing, catching her breath, just stalking her trophy from above and pondering her next move.
“I’ve got to give it to you, Lils - most gals would’ve broken at this point. But no. You seem to be a special type of THORN in my side that can't seem to just die…”
Vanessa launches herself in the air, bringing both knees down square in the middle of Lily’s body, which craters and gives a guttural groan. But before Lily can curl into a protective ball, Vanessa already flattening her body up top by using her legs as a grapevine and arms wrapped around the back of her neck. Vanessa CRANKS upwards hard, the Anaconda Choke locked in painfully and giving Lily’s already battered abdomen further stitches.
Nessa presses her lips into the side of the trapped girl’s face, coos: “You ain’t gonna hold out forever, Lily. Give up now and admit I’m the better woman…”
“Bugger you to hell!” is all Lily manages to spit, before Vanessa cranks back some more and she returns to screaming in agony. Vanessa grinning as she manoeuvres her knees over and onto Lily’s body, with each tug on the back of her neck digging her kneecap deeper and deeper into her stomach.
What Vanessa wasn't counting on however was Lily burying those free fists into her body in turn: Lily hooking lefts and rights at Nessa’s abs and sides with her draining strength, but it’s only when Lily opts for some choice blows lower down the food chain does Vanessa’s will start to give way as her womanhood starts being assaulted yet again. Her face betrays an equal if not greater amount of pain as Lily’s fist mashes away at her cotton briefs, crushing and twisting the material and threatening to unravel it completely.
“HAAAAGHH. F***CCCKKKING B*****TCH--” Vanessa lets loose a pained cry as she finally releases the hold to protect herself.
Lily however in no better shape, lying by her side on the carpet, her chest rising and falling rapidly. This was the last stretch and both girls know it. Slowly, they will themselves back up to their knees, sending tired slaps into faces and then wrapping arms around each other waists and necks, tugging on remaining fabric and hair and leaving more red marks on skin. Girls groaning into each other’s skin, lips pressed to cheeks as they take turns doubling the other over with buried fist to the tummy, each time catching the other girl before she tumbles over completely from the pain, before stacking her back up again for another belly blow. Rinse, repeat.
Now it was Vanessa’s turn to wonder what the hell she had gotten herself into - her body drained as another uppercut plows into flesh, her belly lit on fire by the abuse. No matter how much ammunition she threw at Collins, this little cockroach somehow refuses to go away and die. Now she finds herself in dire waters, as another invasive fist disappears into the center of her body with a guttural UGGGHHH - the pain overwhelms her as she can’t help but bend over to cradle her middle, her face sliding down Lily’s chest and then lips resting on the curve of the hated belly. Vanessa still alive and punching of course, hooking blows into Lily’s side, but when the Lookout star suddenly feels those slippery legs wrapping around her waistline, she knows the tables have been turned. The unmistakable increase in pressure around her aching body makes her exhale in panic, as Lily secures the Body Scissors of her own whilst swatting away her flailing arms. She keeps Vanessa’s air supply cut off with one hand still holding those lips down, pressed deep into the curves of her belly, whilst her thighs pump and squeeze, like pressing the last remnants of air from a toothpaste tube.
Soon, it was all too much for even someone like Vanessa Hudgens to bear, the stench of her enemy’s sweat and the lack of oxygen from the belly smother driving Vanessa to breaking point. As a last-ditch effort, she CLAMPS those chompers down into the Lily’s belly flesh again, but this time, Lily’s ignores the pain (despite her screams), determined to knock the f*ck out of Vanessa once and for all.
Sensing victory as Vanessa’s thrashing body continues to subside, Lily tugs and squeezes even harder, and with a final twitch and shiver, the ‘Fittest Flyweight in the FCBA’ goes out cold and limp in the choke hold. Lily not taking any chances of course, giving the trapped girl's body another hard squeeze or two before relaxing herself, and letting Vanessa’s knocked out frame roll over to one side. Lily lies there for a while, recovering and staring at the ceiling. She had pictured this very moment for the longest time, of course, and knew exactly what she had planned to teach Nessa a lesson she would never forget.
FLASH forward:
“Wakey wakey, Nessa…”
“Whaa--? What happened?”
“I won, you lost, is what happened.”
Vanessa struggled to move her neck but there seemed to be a heavy weight on it. Worse, her arms felt limp, achy, and constricted tightly. Slowly but surely reality dawned on the poor girl as the dark memories came flooding back - the last thing she remembered was a foul-stenched darkness engulfing her vision and the hated feeling of her lips tasting sweat. Now though, her nemesis’ tummy was again mere inches away, dangerously close for comfort. Vanessa tried to turn away but it finally dawned on her that her neck had been fastened with a collar that was tied firmly to the back wall. Likewise, Vanessa’s arms and legs were bound, secured and pulled upwards as though she was a prisoner, forcing the proud brunette into a submissive pose on her knees with nothing she could do except conveniently come fact to face with Lily’s pulsing tummy.
“You like my little contraption?” Lily said, grinning down with both hands on her hips. “I call it the Nessa-slayer. Just like how I slayed you tonight.”
“You’re pathetic if you think you’re better than me,” Vanessa hissed back with a cold stare. “I BEAT you in the ring before. My tummy BEAT YOURUUHHGGG--”
Lily cut her off with a dull hook to her aching body, then a right knee up into her chin. Vanessa dazed, powerless to struggle, her body suspended in the wily contraption.
“Tut tut, Hudgens. You're not gonna spoil my victory tonight with that mouth of yours.” Lily steps in even closer, clutching her face firmly in both hands. “You're gonna worship my belly for the rest of the night, whether you like it or not. I’m gonna smother you out over and over and over again until you're begging for mercy.”
Vanessa snarls back but before she could open her mouth to protest once again, Lily already shoving her tummy into her conquered face, using her body as a battering ram over and over again. Vanessa’s rage and intermittent insults slowly reduced to sobs and moans as she realizes she wasn’t getting out of this predicament until dawn. Such were the rules of La Guerra de Amor, the ultimate test of which woman was better, and the ultimate humiliation to drive home that message.
“9...10...11...12…” Lily taking her time, slowly counting each time Vanessa’s pouty lips pressed into her tummy, deliciously relishing every second left till morning light.
What a way to begin the New Year! Lily Collins would never forget this evening, and neither would Vanessa Hudgens.
“Looks like I’m the Fittest Fly after all, little Nessa.”
Vanessa Hudgens vs Lily Collins: La Guerra de Amor
Note: This fight occurred on New Year's Eve 2017.
Vanessa:
Lily:
Lily Collins hated to admit it, but she was losing badly. There was pain coursing through her neck and the rest of her body, having gone a few hours already toe-to-toe with Vanessa freakin’ Hudgens. The result so far? Not good making her regret ever having made this challenge in the first place. What's worse - the little Disney b*tch would not shut the f*ck up:
“You feel that Lily?” Vanessa hissed through deep breaths, her lips pressed into the side of the Brit’s face. “That's the sound of your destruction.”
Hudgens had her in an Anaconda Choke, and true to its name had her arms locked around the back of her neck, pulling upwards and contorting her body in half. Also true to her word, the intention was to give Lily’s abs hell at every opportunity. In this case, slamming fist after fist into them from her comfortable perch above.
The night didn't f*cking begin like this, Lily thought. Both girls had met at an anonymous, neutral and nondescript apartment loft, as agreed, at an hour before midnight on new year’s eve. Vanessa had been hesitant at first - hell she had parties to attend and boys to f*ck. But at the risk of being called a coward by Collins, and of course savoring the thought of Lily lying broken at her feet as the best New Year’s present ever, here she was, standing suspiciously at the front door left slightly ajar, like an open invitation into the heart of the lion’s den.
Vanessa cautiously pushed the door open and stepped inside, the mixed smell of lavender and sweat hitting her nose and making her choke on the bittersweetness of it all. She paused just beyond the doorway, well aware of the consequences of underestimating her opponent, especially after what happened to Cheryl Cole the last time Lily agreed to a ‘fair’ fight.
The living room area was modest and carpeted, with most of the furniture already moved out of the way and pushed to the corners, leaving a wide open space in the middle for two to tangle. Vanessa nodded with approval as well - the windows and doors had been curtained and sound-proofed, no doubt to muffle Lily’s screams after she was done with her tonight.
Speaking of the devil, before Vanessa could anticipate which direction Lily would spring at her with an ambush, the lights suddenly flickered on. Sensing a trap, Nessa instinctively tensed up in a crouch, expecting the worse, but into the hallway ahead of her walked a smiling Lily Collins, taunting: ‘My my - you certainly scare easy…” The British hellcat already dressed for battle, looking poised in a white robe covering black and red bra-panties combo beneath, her brown hair already tied up in a battle bun.
“‘About time you showed up, you little British skank,” Vanessa replied, ignoring the slight at her nerves. Instead, she tried putting her game face on and begun undressing by tugging her jeans down roughly, revealing a black-laced thong lined with pink. But when she was in the midst of hoisting her own blouse off her shoulders, a sudden force RAMMED into her from out of nowhere, tackling her down to the ground.
“WHAT THE FUGGGHH!?!” was all Vanessa could utter as the wind left her lungs and she hit her head hard on the ground below. She silently cursed herself (and Lily Collins, of course, the sly Brit living up to her reputation for an ambush) for falling for such a cheap trick, continued squealing and thrashing on the ground, her top still only half-removed around her head. Lily taking advantage, raining blow after blow into Vanessa’s pretty face from a hovering position above, until Vanessa managed to send a straight and blind punt kick into her assailant's abdomen, forcing her back with an OOMMPH.
“YOU F*CKING B*TCH!! I’LL MURDER— THWAAAP!” No sooner had Vanessa regained her footing and was preparing to charge right back did she discover that Lily was already in her face - another WHAP of the Brit’s open palm ricochets off her cheek, Lily wisely choosing to conserve her energy this early in the game and let her fists do the talking instead. Vanessa’s shocked expression whips side to side before she finally catches up, retaliates with a backhand of her own, with Lily blocking too late, receives a loud CRACK to her own cheek. The girls formally dig fingers into each other’s hair and continue in the slapping trading hard shots just turning faces redder and redder with free hands, each loud THWACK reverberating through the walls of the apartment.
Perhaps it’s Vanessa’s growing rage, however, that allows her to break the monotony first: with a knee lift right up between Lily’s legs! It sends Collins wide-eyed and howling with pain as her hands shoot downwards protectively. She sinks down to her knees, powerless to stop the now crazed-looking Hudgens from towering over her, two hands firmly in her long hair, tugging Lily’s face forward roughly and sending her moaning lips into her abs.
“You asked for this, Lilypie, back when you first challenged me…” Vanessa hisses down from above, relishing the trapped girls chokes for air bubbling into the depths of her belly button. “That’s one kiss for the evening, wouldn’t you say?”
Vanessa abruptly tears her face away from her curves, but before Lily can suck in another breath of air, she eats another SLAP her across the face, before immediately getting plunged back into the depths of Vanessa’s tummy smother. “And that’s two…” she giggles.
This being La Guerra de Amor, of course, there was no specified way for keeping score between the hellcats, so Vanessa’s impromptu method has her already in the lead by two points. Flash forward another a few minutes, however, and the Disney princess must be regretting ever proposing such an offensive criteria, with her own face disappearing into the depths of Lily’s tummy in eagerly anticipated revenge. Vanessa like a hellcat coming into contact with water, however, thrashing about in a kneeling Body Scissors, with Lily holding her head down whilst lying on her back on the ground. But that dull, throbbing ache from those nasty low blow prior still leaving Nessa’s body shaking with rage, with little strength to rise off her knees and get out of this embarrassing hold. Lily licking her lips, taking turns between slapping the raven-haired beauty across the cheek and sending her face squealing into tummy flesh.
Still, both girls relatively fresh at this point, and having your eyes and parts of skin raked over, poked, and dug in by sharp fingernails would make any girl’s position untenable, allowing Hudgens to squirm free once once Lily herself releases her hell hold in favor of not bleeding. They slowly got back to their knees, growling lowly, before flinging themselves at one another, slapping and punching, kicking and screaming, biting and spitting, one girl always taking every opportunity to force the other’s facial features closer and closer to her tummy in an effort to score meaningless points.
The night would continue to drag on without respite for either girl, their mutual hatred pushing them on, finally realizing that they had to utterly break the other’s spirit and body in order to win this fight. The fight suddenly left the ground next, both girls rising with fistfuls of hair and nose-to-nose grunts, taking turns shoving each HARD into wall, then drilling HARDER shots into the other’s body. Lily using her slightly bigger frame to dominate the action here, pinning Vanessa against the hard concrete at one moment, then pounding away with punishing blows left and right. But Nessa’s rock hard washboard abs allowing her to take the brunt of the abuse… She’s grunting and absorbing, covering her head with two arms to prevent premature knockout. Nessa knows however that she ain’t invincible.... if she doesn't get outta there soon, even her proud abs would quit on her.
Lily relentlessly huffing and puffing, smacking fists into and mashing knuckles in lefts and rights, eager to take her adversary down one fist at a time. But the thought of losing the crown of Fittest Fly too much humiliation for Hudgens to bear. Sucking in air, she tightens her tummy and braces for the next blow: ROARS back when Lily’s fist glances harmlessly off to one side with an uppercut into Lily’s defenseless gut - HNNNGH - Lily stunned as her body crumbles over Vanessa’s fist. Still catching her breath, Vanessa guides the heaving girl by the hair - getting out of the way with a nifty trip of her legs to boot that sends Lily crashing into the wall head first.
Dazed, the Brit can't stop the abuse that follows: a return barrage of punches, knees and kicks that Vanessa simply throws at her adversary with all the leftover rage mustered. Lily’s attempt to turn around does not do her any favors either - Vanessa now with newfound access to her face and body, fists disappearing into Lily’s stomach one after another, mashing her knuckles into pale flesh for good measure as she grins at her enemy’s hot breath exhaled onto her cheek. Lily choking and gasping, trying to block more of those punches from landing, but gets backhanded across the face multiple times whenever she lowers her guard. After a good minute of abuse, Lily slides down the wall, mouth open and eyes fluttering. Could this be it? Nessa not taking any chances, continuing to prop the battered Brit up against the wall with invasive kneecap or two up between her thighs, finally enjoying the feeling of Lily’s lips sliding down her belly as her bum finally collapses down to the carpet.
“That's three, you f*cking b*tch,” Vanessa hisses, still thrusting her abs forward, sandwiching Lily’s face between them and the dry wall.
Determined to keep her rival in this humiliating position for the longest time possible, Nessa knees down, hands firmly in her hair and keeping Lily’s shocked nose and lips pressed into the curve of body, before deftly wrapping both legs around her waist for good measure. The sudden body scissors revitalizes Lily almost immediately, with Vanessa squeezing those thighs against white flesh with all her might and eliciting a sharp YELP from Collins’ mouth. Lily in trouble here, with Vanessa taunting her repeatedly to give up, but she’s shaking her head and biting back tears.
Another FLASH forward and yup, you guessed it - it’s Vanessa’s turn to be screaming vulgarities from below, her dark face framed by Lily’s creamy-white thighs. Vanessa howling hell at the turn of fortunes after the Brit had managed to escape from the hold by snapping a fist or two into Vanessa’s panties. Now, Nessa’s trying to wiggle free of her enemy’s own sweat-soaked panties just inches away from her lips. With every shout of effort she tries arching her body to dislodge her assailant, but Lily calmly riding her above, one hand stuck in Vanessa’s roots like pulling a carrot from its roots, the other keeping the base of Vanessa’s chin firmly cupped in place for further humiliation. The repeated, stinging slaps to Nessa’s face don't help matters much either, and when Lily starts driving those balled fists down into her tummy from behind, it suddenly dawns on the self-proclaimed queen and ‘fittest fly’ that she’s in the fight of her life tonight, with the danger of losing this fight growing by the minute if she didn’t find someway to break the Brit for good. After a last arch of her body straining NGGGGGGGH, Vanessa collapses down to the ground, panting hard, eyes defiant but hint of tears forming at their edges.
“Aww. What's the matter Nessa? Tired? Give up yet?”
“F*CK YO--MMMPGHH”
Lily cranking her neck forward, pulling that big mouth into the depths of her crotch. “I can't hear you, Nessa. Say again?”
“FFFUUUGGHH YOOOOOUUHH!!!” comes the muffled scream from below.
“Sorry, you’ve gotta speak louder babe. I think I’m losing you…” Collins chuckles, sly smile on her face. “This may not be my belly, but I think it’ll do, no? Three points for me B*TCH...”
Lily punctuating the final word with a sharp TUG on Vanessa’s black briefs, stretching the fabric up and towards her to an ungodly shape as Vanessa’s eyes go wide with panic. My gosh does she THRASH and SQUIRM like her life depended on it, this time catching Lily off guard with an errant knee to the back, throwing her off to the side.
Girls scramble immediately to their knees for payback, with even Lily shocked by the red-faced rage on Vanessa’s cheeks as she ignores her tattered panties and CHARGES as though her life depended on it. Girls crash into each other, with Lily letting out an OUFF as she’s speared in the chest and driven back into the sofa. Vanessa like a banshee wailing on her from above, both with her fists and lungs, not caring any longer if she’s actually hitting targets. Lily getting scratched, punched, smashed, then finding her waistline getting constricted yet, with Nessa taking the opportunity again to wrap her legs around and SQUEEZE.
Lily struggling for control herself, eyes flashing danger especially when Nessa starts crawling on top of her, trying to shove that hated tummy into her face once more. Collins tries to sit up and rise with her, but a RASP of knuckles to her paunch silences that effort, and she sinks back down clutching her middle. Vanessa proudly capitalizes, pinning her upper body down on Lily’s face, crushing her in the darkness as she presses the hapless Brit down on the sofa, then adds insult to injury when she starts bouncing up and down, repeatedly slapping those washboard abs into poor Lily’s face. Lily letting out yelp after yelp, her fingernails clawing and clutching but powerless to stop the abuse - Nessa just counting out her victories at her own leisurely pace.
“THAT’S FOUR POINTS FOR ME, B*TCH! FIVE! SIX!! SEVEN!!!”
She pauses for a moment, lingering above Lily’s shocked and reddened face, that stretched and pulsing belly poised like death from above. “Say it, Lily - SAY you're my b*tch! Say i’m the f*cking FITTER THAN YOU. SAY IT!!”
Lily’s head lolling from side to side in reply, but she manages to whisper back: “N-Never.” before she adds with a small smile: “Fat-ass.”
Vanessa’s brow hardens at the word. It dawns on her that this will be a fight to the breaking point for one of them, and she resolves to be the one who does the breaking.
“I’ll show you who’s the fat-ass…….”
Unable to control her rage, she primes her body for a final piledriver jackhammer into Lily’s face, but all of a sudden finds her waist being constricted by Lily’s snaking arms, preventing her from retracting her body higher. Vanessa squeals out loud as Lily grunts and HEAVES, using the couch for leverage to flip Nessa over. Nessa not expecting any fight left in the brunette - she’s already scrambling to get free but Lily’s still clutching on tight, her lips breathing hard into bronzed tummy.
“LEMME GO, B*TCH. I BEAT YOU. I F*CKIN- WAAAHHGG!!” Vanessa shrieks to the high heavens as Collins shoves a knee up between her thighs, the lower position giving her the clean shot needed to repeat the move over and over. Vanessa’s sharp yells now louder and more desperate, two hands tugging and whipping Lily’s head back and forth from above, but the Brit relentless, continues driving those knee lifts up one by one, smashing and digging into thigh and nether regions regardless.. After a fifth such devastating drive of her knee, Vanessa’s body gives a final shudder and goes limp, now sliding back down to the carpet in a heap, with tears in her eyes and both hands cupping her womanhood.
Lily towers over her slowly, relishing her sudden dominance. She grips Vanessa's wet hair and gives her defeated foe’s face a little shimmy. When Vanessa doesn't resist, Lily pulls her in once, twice, three times - pecking her shocked ruby lips against her own reddened belly. Lily’s turn to do the slow count-out:
“Four, five, six, seven… You want some more, Nessie?”
Vanessa groaning in reply, body still shivering with pain, but teeth gritted and mixed with rage. “You f*cking cheated, b*tch…” is all she hisses, her disheveled face a mix of sweat and tears.
“All’s fair in love and war, Nessie,” Lily smirks, before looking to surge ahead with the victory count by pulling Nessa’s face in one last time. This time though, Nessa’s ready… CLAMPING down her teeth down on tummy flesh just below Lily’s navel.
If Vanessa’s screams were loud, Lily’s are delirious and unexpected - she immediately pulls away from the crazed animal who’s refusing to let go of her prey, despite the wild blows and kicks to her frame. Finally, Vanessa releases her teeth, sending Lily falling back onto the bum in shock, already checking for damage. And damage there is - small streaks of red dripping down from those obvious bite marks, like a mad dog had fancied herself a little bite of supper.
“YOU F*CKING WHORE I’LL MURDE-- UGGHH!!”
Lily’s rage finally showing itself but CUT short by Vanessa’s sudden sprint across the room and flying knee to her chin. Lily crumpling back down to carpet, cradling both face and belly and wondering how much more of this she can endure. Hudgens laughing, catching her breath, just stalking her trophy from above and pondering her next move.
“I’ve got to give it to you, Lils - most gals would’ve broken at this point. But no. You seem to be a special type of THORN in my side that can't seem to just die…”
Vanessa launches herself in the air, bringing both knees down square in the middle of Lily’s body, which craters and gives a guttural groan. But before Lily can curl into a protective ball, Vanessa already flattening her body up top by using her legs as a grapevine and arms wrapped around the back of her neck. Vanessa CRANKS upwards hard, the Anaconda Choke locked in painfully and giving Lily’s already battered abdomen further stitches.
Nessa presses her lips into the side of the trapped girl’s face, coos: “You ain’t gonna hold out forever, Lily. Give up now and admit I’m the better woman…”
“Bugger you to hell!” is all Lily manages to spit, before Vanessa cranks back some more and she returns to screaming in agony. Vanessa grinning as she manoeuvres her knees over and onto Lily’s body, with each tug on the back of her neck digging her kneecap deeper and deeper into her stomach.
What Vanessa wasn't counting on however was Lily burying those free fists into her body in turn: Lily hooking lefts and rights at Nessa’s abs and sides with her draining strength, but it’s only when Lily opts for some choice blows lower down the food chain does Vanessa’s will start to give way as her womanhood starts being assaulted yet again. Her face betrays an equal if not greater amount of pain as Lily’s fist mashes away at her cotton briefs, crushing and twisting the material and threatening to unravel it completely.
“HAAAAGHH. F***CCCKKKING B*****TCH--” Vanessa lets loose a pained cry as she finally releases the hold to protect herself.
Lily however in no better shape, lying by her side on the carpet, her chest rising and falling rapidly. This was the last stretch and both girls know it. Slowly, they will themselves back up to their knees, sending tired slaps into faces and then wrapping arms around each other waists and necks, tugging on remaining fabric and hair and leaving more red marks on skin. Girls groaning into each other’s skin, lips pressed to cheeks as they take turns doubling the other over with buried fist to the tummy, each time catching the other girl before she tumbles over completely from the pain, before stacking her back up again for another belly blow. Rinse, repeat.
Now it was Vanessa’s turn to wonder what the hell she had gotten herself into - her body drained as another uppercut plows into flesh, her belly lit on fire by the abuse. No matter how much ammunition she threw at Collins, this little cockroach somehow refuses to go away and die. Now she finds herself in dire waters, as another invasive fist disappears into the center of her body with a guttural UGGGHHH - the pain overwhelms her as she can’t help but bend over to cradle her middle, her face sliding down Lily’s chest and then lips resting on the curve of the hated belly. Vanessa still alive and punching of course, hooking blows into Lily’s side, but when the Lookout star suddenly feels those slippery legs wrapping around her waistline, she knows the tables have been turned. The unmistakable increase in pressure around her aching body makes her exhale in panic, as Lily secures the Body Scissors of her own whilst swatting away her flailing arms. She keeps Vanessa’s air supply cut off with one hand still holding those lips down, pressed deep into the curves of her belly, whilst her thighs pump and squeeze, like pressing the last remnants of air from a toothpaste tube.
Soon, it was all too much for even someone like Vanessa Hudgens to bear, the stench of her enemy’s sweat and the lack of oxygen from the belly smother driving Vanessa to breaking point. As a last-ditch effort, she CLAMPS those chompers down into the Lily’s belly flesh again, but this time, Lily’s ignores the pain (despite her screams), determined to knock the f*ck out of Vanessa once and for all.
Sensing victory as Vanessa’s thrashing body continues to subside, Lily tugs and squeezes even harder, and with a final twitch and shiver, the ‘Fittest Flyweight in the FCBA’ goes out cold and limp in the choke hold. Lily not taking any chances of course, giving the trapped girl's body another hard squeeze or two before relaxing herself, and letting Vanessa’s knocked out frame roll over to one side. Lily lies there for a while, recovering and staring at the ceiling. She had pictured this very moment for the longest time, of course, and knew exactly what she had planned to teach Nessa a lesson she would never forget.
FLASH forward:
“Wakey wakey, Nessa…”
“Whaa--? What happened?”
“I won, you lost, is what happened.”
Vanessa struggled to move her neck but there seemed to be a heavy weight on it. Worse, her arms felt limp, achy, and constricted tightly. Slowly but surely reality dawned on the poor girl as the dark memories came flooding back - the last thing she remembered was a foul-stenched darkness engulfing her vision and the hated feeling of her lips tasting sweat. Now though, her nemesis’ tummy was again mere inches away, dangerously close for comfort. Vanessa tried to turn away but it finally dawned on her that her neck had been fastened with a collar that was tied firmly to the back wall. Likewise, Vanessa’s arms and legs were bound, secured and pulled upwards as though she was a prisoner, forcing the proud brunette into a submissive pose on her knees with nothing she could do except conveniently come fact to face with Lily’s pulsing tummy.
“You like my little contraption?” Lily said, grinning down with both hands on her hips. “I call it the Nessa-slayer. Just like how I slayed you tonight.”
“You’re pathetic if you think you’re better than me,” Vanessa hissed back with a cold stare. “I BEAT you in the ring before. My tummy BEAT YOURUUHHGGG--”
Lily cut her off with a dull hook to her aching body, then a right knee up into her chin. Vanessa dazed, powerless to struggle, her body suspended in the wily contraption.
“Tut tut, Hudgens. You're not gonna spoil my victory tonight with that mouth of yours.” Lily steps in even closer, clutching her face firmly in both hands. “You're gonna worship my belly for the rest of the night, whether you like it or not. I’m gonna smother you out over and over and over again until you're begging for mercy.”
Vanessa snarls back but before she could open her mouth to protest once again, Lily already shoving her tummy into her conquered face, using her body as a battering ram over and over again. Vanessa’s rage and intermittent insults slowly reduced to sobs and moans as she realizes she wasn’t getting out of this predicament until dawn. Such were the rules of La Guerra de Amor, the ultimate test of which woman was better, and the ultimate humiliation to drive home that message.
“9...10...11...12…” Lily taking her time, slowly counting each time Vanessa’s pouty lips pressed into her tummy, deliciously relishing every second left till morning light.
What a way to begin the New Year! Lily Collins would never forget this evening, and neither would Vanessa Hudgens.
“Looks like I’m the Fittest Fly after all, little Nessa.”
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