Valkyrie Meets Amazon




It had been a good day at the summit. For the last several days, leaders of
the two tribes - Valkyries and Amazons - had been meeting to determine the
division of property and land after their combined victory against the full
weight of the male-dominated countries.

Military governors had been established for all the conquered territories,
boundaries and spheres of influence had been finalized, and treaties of mutual
assistance had been drawn up.

With all but the final, minor details completed, it was time for celebration
and rejoicing. Members of both tribes intermingled in the streets of the
Valkyrian capital, stopping at various pubs and restaurants to toast each
other's prowess.

Though fully acquainted with each other, and fully integrated in the armed
services, it was not difficult to separate Valkyrie from Amazon.

Although such stereotypes are dangerous, differences in appearance between the
tribes were apparent. Both tribes were bronze skinned, though the Amazons were
more darkly complected, due to the greater integration with what had been
previously considered the "black" race. The Valkyries had lighter complexions,
and had a higher occurrence of almond shaped eyes, as their ancestors had
intermarried more with what was once known as the "eastern" tribes.

Amazons were darker haired, with more prevalence of curly hair, while
Valkyries had brown, straight hair. Amazons were generally longer legged,
while Valkyries had more substantial upper bodies.

All these are, of course, generalities, since it was as possible to find a
light-complected Amazon as a long-legged Valkyrie.

In both tribes, moreover, there was an occasional throwback to the ancient
days in the presence of a few women with blonde (yellow) hair, or blue eyes,
or even the rare appearance of someone with reddish hair and much fairer skin.
While sometimes looked down upon as being from a tribe who clung to the old
judgmental days, these women as well had proved themselves in combat.

All across the capital, Amazons and Valkyries were gathering to make new
acquaintances, continue current ones, or just to be a part of the revelry. The
club called Minerva's was full of women, some in an advanced state of
celebration, others being much more restrained, and others being somewhere in
the middle.

It being a fine, warm day, the great majority of the women were dressed in
their usual ensemble - not much. Freed for generations of the previous
constraints on dress, these women dressed as loosely and comfortably as
possible. Of course, since most of them were long-time warriors, with the
muscular growth and mass related to a life of intense training, wearing as
little clothing as possible made life much more comfortable.

In this society, muscular women were the norm, though there were those who
stood out even in this crowd.

Inga was one such Valkyrie. She was a beautiful woman, and few found it odd
that such a beauty could also be the possessor of such incredible strength, as
well as such massive muscles.

She was tall, even among the preternaturally tall race of Valkyrie. She was
about 72 lengths, and weighed close to 220 oldweight. None of it was fat,
however, as her body was layered with dense, hard muscle. Her arms were
incredibly muscular, with great vascularity. Her hands were huge and strong.

Whispers abounded as Cassandra, pride of the Amazons, walked into the club.
She was the Amazon's answer to Inga. As tall as Inga was, Cassandra was a
length taller. Inga outweighed Cassandra by a little, perhaps ten oldweight.

It was in the arms, though, that Cassandra inspired the greatest awe. Her
arms, formed by her work as the community blacksmith, were forged in iron. It
was said that she could bend a 6" spike in half by using only her thumb and
one finger.

The beer had been flowing throughout the evening, and now tongues and
inhibitions were loosened.

A small crowd had gathered near a corner table, where an Amazon and a Valkyrie
had decided to settle a friendly wager over which of them was stronger by
playing the "Arm Game", also known by some as armwrestling. It was a close
struggle, but soon the red-faced Valkyrie was pinned by the grinning Amazon.

The victorious Amazon stood, and flexed her mighty muscles to the cheers of
the onlookers. A nearby Valkyrie gestured at Inga, who was sitting with
friends, and challenged the winner to take her on.

The Amazon just shook her head, well aware of Inga's reputation as the
strongest Valkyrie around.

"I have no desire to match strength with her," said the Amazon. "Cassandra, on
the other hand, would give her a battle. There will never be the equal to
Cassandra. I have never met, saw, or heard of anyone who is her match in sheer
strength."

"Bite your tongue!" cried a young Valkyrie. "Inga is the most powerful on the
face of the planet."

Insults and challenges flew, and soon wagers were placed, and a delegation
visited both Inga and Cassandra.

"Inga, the foolish Amazons wish to place a wager - two wagers, actually - they
think that their champion, Cassandra..."

"...their champion, Inga has arms that are larger than yours..."

"...and arms that are stronger than yours. Will you accept the wager?"

The two women, who heretofore had ignored the other, finally came to agreement
through their seconds. They would participate in a contest of brute strength
by playing "The Arm Game." It was a simple contest, really. They simply
planted their elbows on a table, clasped hands, and attempted to force the
other's hand down to the table.

First, however, was the measuring. A Valkyrie came with a length of string.
Two Valkyries and two Amazons watched closely as Inga flexed her mighty right
arm to its fullest. Even the Amazons gasped as her massively muscled arm burst
into its fullest bloom, with muscles writhing and twisting under the skin.

Measure taken, the same women went to Cassandra. The woman just lifted one
awe-inspiring arm and flexed, giving the Valkyries pause. The string barely
reached around her swelling, rock-hard bicep.

They took the two strings, and matched one end. Carefully and slowly, they
laid them out straight on the table. Gasps arose around the room as everyone
realized that there was no difference between them, not one iota.

Cassandra shrugged. "It makes no difference what size an arm is. It is the
power within that makes the woman."

"Agreed," stated Inga, approaching the table. "I have never in my life been
bested in this game. No one has even forced me to use my maximum strength.
Shall we?"

Cassandra sat down and looked up at the Valkyrie. "This shall be interesting.
I, too, have never been taxed to my utmost."

The women gripped hands. Even in the grip there was no advantage to be found,
as massive hand met huge hand.

There was no hesitation as, without further discussion, the women began to
gather their strength to force the other down. Muscles bulged and rippled as
they kept increasing the pressure against the other.

Faces expressionless, the women stared at each other over their locked hands.
Time ticked away, first one minute, then two. Neither had gained the least
advantage over the other. Their arms still stood rock solid, planted on the
table.

Both Amazons and Valkyries looked on in awe at the muscles on display. Their
hands were clasped so tight that their fingernails were blue. Their massive
arms quivered slightly from the strain as irresistible force met immovable
object.

Inga grunted. It was the first sound either of them had made.

"You... are... strong!"

"As... are... you!" Cassandra gasped in response.

Valkyries and Amazons gathered around the strong women, cheering and imploring
their respective champions to pull harder.

Sweat rolled down the faces of both women. Tendons in Cassandra's neck were
like steel cables. Inga's teeth were clenched tightly, her jaw set in stubborn
defiance of Cassandra's strength.

The crowd gasped as ever so slowly, the Valkyrie began forcing the Amazon's
arm down toward the table. The battle had lasted more than five minutes of the
most intense strain. Cassandra's head went down as she tried to stave off
Inga's power.

The downward motion slowed, then stopped. The Amazons renewed their pleas as
Cassandra, calling on some reserve of strength, began inching back from the
brink of defeat.

Both women were gasping for air, their hands numb from the incredible pressure
they were being subjected to. Muscles in their arms twitched, starved for
oxygen.

Cassandra gradually outmuscled Inga, pulling her back up to even. There they
paused, as if Cassandra was gathering her strength. Then, with a loud grunt,
every muscle in Cassandra's body sprang into tight relief as she put every
thing she had left into one supreme effort.

It was obvious that this would be the last battle, all expended in a make-
or-break for Cassandra. The women had been struggling, muscle against muscle,
for almost ten minutes, and the next several seconds would spell the
difference. Which would be able to maintain the longest?

Inga fought off Cassandra's surge, desperately trying to hold their arms even
in the center. The noise of the crowd surrounding the table was deafening.
Arms locked rigidly, barely quivering as each gave their all.

Finally, it was Cassandra who ran out of energy. Unable to force Inga down,
she was spent, drained of all energy. Inga, though just as exhausted, was able
to muster just enough effort to force Cassandra's arm back, then down to the
table more from the result of gravity than any power on Inga's part.

The crowd exploded as the two women looked at each other with the deepest
admiration and respect.

Inga managed to struggle to her feet. She held her hands up for silence, and
when it was finally quiet, she spoke.

"Cassandra is a true Amazon! Her strength and stamina are remarkable, and any
who doubt it will have to answer to me! From this day forward, but the laws of
the Valkyrie, Cassandra is a full member of the Valkyries. All honor and
respect we show each other will be extended towards her as well!"

With this, she faced Cassandra, who was now also standing. Inga placed her big
hands on the sides of Cassandra's head, and kissed her full on the lips.

The kiss lasted a few seconds, then Cassandra's hands came up and went to pull
Inga even closer to her. Once again, the crowd exploded in cheers as the two
musclewomen continued kissing, now oblivious to all around them.

Part 2: Cassandra, Inga, and the bedroom

It was several hours after their battle in the bar that Inga and Cassandra
staggered arm-in-arm down the street. Their exertions had left them both
extremely thirsty, and several of their compatriots had wasted no time buying
them multiple drinks, trying, in the process, to entice them into a rematch.

Both begged off, rubbing sore arms, but happily accepted the offered drinks.
Now, after making the rounds of several bars, the two women found themselves
suddenly alone.

"What happened to what's-her-name, your aide?" Inga finally asked, looking
uncertainly around.

"Oh, we lost her a while back. Where the hell is everyone? Are we the only
ones left awake?"

The two women looked at each other, suddenly aware of their surroundings, and
even more aware that they were finally alone.

Inga turned to face her companion and placed her massive hands on the
shoulders of the Amazon. Cassandra smiled in return, and placed her hands on
the Valerie's narrow waist. The two women swayed together in the middle of the
street, leering drunkenly at each other.

Their eyes met, and gradually the smiles faded. Quicker than the eye could
follow, the women were in each other's arms, mouths locked in another deep
kiss. Hands caressed and rubbed the other's body, squeezing and massaging
bulging muscles. Inga's long brown leg came between Cassandra's legs and
pressed against her groin.

Cassandra groaned deep in her throat and shifted position so she could rub
harder against Inga's muscular thigh. Cassandra's leg was immediately the
target of Inga's own pussy, and the women rocked against each other, strong
arms pulling them even closer together.

Faster and faster they humped against each other, Valkyrie breast rubbing
against Amazon breast, engorged and hard nipples dueling in the cool night
air. They stumbled from one side of the road to the other, trying to maintain
contact, until they suddenly stopped.

Inga threw her head back, giving out a howl as she came. A split-second later
Cassandra came, and the two bodies writhed together in a paroxysm of pleasure.

Slowly they came back to themselves, still holding each other. Inga leaned
back.

"Amazon," she said in admiration, "You fuck as well as you play the Arm Game.
I am pleased."

"Valkyrie," Cassandra responded, "Come join me. You owe me a second chance to
prove that I am, in all actuality, the stronger of the two of us. Join me, and
we will see."

Inga laughed out loud, and linked her arm in Cassandra's. They swayed down the
street, going to Cassandra's room.

The two big strong-women made quite a sight as they marched down the street.
Cassandra was just a bit taller, and the shorts she was wearing emphasized her
long, long legs. Inga was perhaps a little heavier, and had a torso that
flared from a narrow waist to incredibly broad and muscular shoulders.

Both women were endowed with firm tits, and eschewed the current trend towards
binding them, but let them remain loose behind their leather half-vests. These
vests left the midriff bear, and allowed full freedom of movement of both
arms. Inga's vest was a lighter tan, while Cassandra's was jet-black.

Both women were barefoot, as was the custom everywhere.

As they walked (or staggered) along, Cassandra was well aware of the pressure
of Inga's bicep rubbing against hers where their arms were linked. The
Amazonian blacksmith was very mindful of the Valkyrie's strength, but was
unwilling to concede that anyone could be stronger than her.

As they walked, Cassandra began to swing her arm back and forth, grasping
Inga's hand. Inga grinned and joined in the play as they started singing a
bawdy Valkyrian marching song. Near the end of the song, the two began dancing
in a circle, linking arms.

Suddenly, Cassandra stopped, still arms still linked with Inga's. Cassandra
began pulling in one direction. Inga started along then suddenly stopped, and
began pulling in the opposite direction. The two women looked at each other.
Their biceps began to bulge and swell as they began to exert pressure in a
sort of tug-of- war. Cassandra felt Inga's biceps ripple as they rubbed
against hers.

Inga threw all her strength into a pull, but Cassandra refused to budge, and
for several seconds they pulled against each other, until their eyes met and
they both started laughing.

"You are, indeed, a powerful woman!" exclaimed Inga.

"That I am," responded the laughing Amazon. "I love to test my strength
against other warriors, and you are the strongest I have ever met, perhaps
even my equal!"

"Perhaps?" asked the Valkyrie, squinting at Cassandra. "Don't forget who won
our little contest earlier. It was a struggle, but I did overpower you."

"Yes," replied the Amazon. "However, I was the stronger when we were both
fresh. Remember, it was I who first forced your arm down, and I could probably
have pinned you, but I wanted to give everyone a good show. I may have
underestimated you then, but I won't again."

"I doubt that you could have pinned me!," said Inga, sounding a little bit
more upset. "I still won! And who ever said that I was trying my hardest.
Powerful as you may be, your strength is still second to mine!"

By now both women were getting upset. Inga's fists were clenched as she moved
closer to Cassandra. The Amazon refused to back down as the women moved so
close that their chests touched. Their eyes locked in a duel of wills as they
pressed against each other.

Suddenly Inga's foot shot out into a leg sweep as she tried to pull
Cassandra's legs out from under her. Cassandra nimbly avoided danced away,
then closed on the Valkyrie.

The two women were quickly locked in combat, thrust meeting counterthrust.
Cassandra, though not a warrior, was trained in the womanly arts of individual
combat. Bodies collided in the dirt of the road, and the Valkyrie found
herself thrown over Cassandra's hip.

The Amazon dove on the Valkyrie, and got Inga's head clasped in a headlock.