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                                    THE CLEARING 

 It was a beautiful spring afternoon in the forest.  Showers had 
sprinkled lightly on the surrounding foliage and soil, leaving a damp, 
earthy aroma, that hung pleasantly in the air.  A nearby stream flowed 
languidly. The birds and insects united to create a natural symphony.  A 
small clearing existed among the seductive greenery where knee-high 
blades of new grass and brilliantly colored wild flowers carpeted the 
earth. From opposite sides of the clearing, two nude women approached 
one another, and on this sta 

 The issue surrounding the dispute could not be resolved. They each 
harbored extreme views, and neither was willing to compromise. Last 
ditch efforts at mediation and diplomacy had been tragically exhausted. 
Sadly, pride had also become a volatile ingredient in the conflict. As a 
result, each woman was prepared to defend her principles to the death. 
On one side, the challenge was angrily issued, on the other, gleefully 
accepted. The protocol for the duel was frighteningly uncomplicated. On 
this day, the matter would be finally settled, contested at the lowest 
common denominator-naked, woman to woman, and to the finish! 

 The duelists strode confidentally towards each other at the center of 
the clearing. There, they circled cautiously, stalking one another, 
sizing each other up, exposed, fear and adrenalin coursing wildly 
through their blood. A hush came over the pastoral setting, a deafening 
silence where time and space became frozen in eternity. The air was 
still, the birds and insects, mute. In that moment the point of no 
return was reached. In an instant, the silence was obliterated, as 
suddenly, violently, the woman-fight erupted. 

 Deeply tanned to a rich golden bronze, the blonde's powerfully supple 
body bespoke a life of physical training. Shoulders square, breasts full 
and heavy, her muscles were well defined. Her abdomen was hard and flat, 
the muscles giving a sharp, washboard appearance. Her buttocks were like 
two ripe pears joined together at the stems. Proudly, she displayed a 
thatch of light-brown fur between her luscious brown thighs. When 
highlighted, tiny, soft, downy hairs materialized on her legs. Her hair 
was thick, luxuriant, and hung to mid shoulder. Severe, icy blue eyes 
and sharp nose reminded one of a bird of prey. 

 In contrast, the brunette's womanly physique was wrapped in exquisitely 
soft, milk-white skin, that, in the heat of the moment, blushed to a 
delicate pink. Her torso was sturdy, but the muscles did not bulge.  Her 
breasts were large and circular, with erect nipples pointing upwards. 
Her hips were wide, her legs and buttocks both thick, and shapely. 
Thick, lush, raven fur covered her sex-a half-inch column escaping the 
Mound of Venus,  curling all the way to the belly button-the phenomena 
created a delicious contrast with her creamy belly and thighs. Dark 
hair, with glistening highlights adorned her crown, combed backwards, it 
hung defiantly over her shoulders. Her eyes were brown, oval, and 
smoldering. 

 The bloodfued was a scene both repulsive, yet hypnotically compelling. 
The statuesqe combatants were magnificent to behold, dynamic, alive, in 
the very prime of womanhood, yet now, they were zealously engaged  in a 
battle for their lives-a battle with no rules and no referee to halt it. 
The encounter realized a savagery that can only be witnessed when two 
women  fight. Through most of human history, women have had to be fierce 
to protect themselves and their offspring,  Now, the two modern-day 
rivals returned to this  primal nature. They  engaged one another as 
would their primative ancestors. They fought with a level of ferousity 
that no male of the species could attain, or even understand.  This was 
the ultimate battle, and it would have grave consequences. The contest 
was stark, raw, they went at each other hungryly. Standing before one 
another, they swung their fists wildly, with all there might-blows from 
the powerful women often finding their mark with frightening result. 
Under the noonday sun, the muscles of the naked contestants rippled 
through skin glistening with perspiration. 

 The blonde grasped handfuls of the brunettes hair and attempted to hurl 
her enemy to the ground. Off balance, desperate, and determined to keep 
her footing, the brunette seized the blonde by the breasts. What had 
begun as a defensive tactic, spawned by necessity, ironically became 
offensive, as the brunette's  finger nails now became deadly talons.  A 
ferocious battle of strength and will resulted, as each woman used her 
leverage to try and throw her opponent down. Disheveled hair, the ends 
now ladened heavily with sweat, whipped about dangerously, often 
striking the combatants in the eyes, and becoming hopessly entangled 
with one another's. Vision blurred, the brunette  pulled the blonde 
towards her and swung her right leg upward catching her opponent solidly 
between the legs with her knee.  Pain registered on the blonde's face, 
but the blow could not extinguish her anger. She charged forward 
slamming her entire body against her foe, again and again, more than a 
dozen times, the collisions punctuated by resounding slaps of flesh 
against flesh. They careened sideways, out of control. 

 The tree branch was camouflaged-treacherously submerged under the 
blanket of wildflowers. The brunette's foot struck it. Primal screams 
raged throughout the surrounding forest as the pair tumbled to earth in 
each other's deadly clutches. Almost hidden from view, under a canopy of 
angry red and brilliant white wildflowers, golden flesh intertwined with 
porcelain white. They undulated like deadly serpents coiled in a death 
match. Struggling ferociously, they clawed, gouged, punched and kicked. 
Every inch of their anatomies became weapons, and crudely, every inch 
became targets. No limb, strand, or orifice was excluded. Desparate, 
wild animal cries emitted from deep within their bowels. The 
bloodletting continued neither able to gain the upper hand. 

 The dispute that had separated the women in the past suddenly seemed 
disproportionate with the level of violence now at hand. The reality of 
the violence was staggering, they had miscalculated it, but now they had 
to live with it, and maybe even die with it. As the forest itself stood 
motionless, aghast, baring witness to the brutal event, the combatants 
ironically appeared as a single entity. One of rage and heaving flesh. 
They were hopelessly locked together in a circle of doom, neither sure 
whether she would be the survivor. 

 As the women fought, each was aware of the existence of the tree branch 
lying hidden somewhere nearby. It was partially revealed in the short 
grass just a few feet away. It became apparent to them in the same 
instant. They both went for it. The blonde got there first. They 
struggled for it. The blonde won. Within a split second, she had the 
brunette down, the branch against her wind pipe. The battle for survival 
now assumed a new, desparate, character. the dark-haired woman caught 
the branch on either side of the blonde's forceful grip.  Choking, she 
used steady force to back the blonde off of her throat.  Gasping, she 
then began to use her powerful lower limbs to roll the blonde off of 
her. Completing a half circle, she now had the blonde on her  backside. 
The tables were turned, the brunette was now on top, damp earth clinging 
to her muscular buttocks. The blonde was strong, and determined not to 
be pinned with the weapon. Twisting, rolling, grunting, and crying, they 
fought with every ounce of their very being. As the circle death drew 
tighter, they used one another as an anchor to the world they both were 
in peril of losing. Legs encircling legs, hard, firm bodies pressed 
tightly against one another, crotches grinding, breasts and abdomens 
sliding against blood and naked sweat, they glared into one another's 
eyes, piercing the physical veil, boring into one another's souls. 

 The struggle with the weapon continued to ebb and flow, tremendous 
amounts of precious physical resources being consumed. Again, the blonde 
wrestled her way on top. Now, suddenly, unsuspectingly, she unlocked her 
legs from her opponent's legs and quickly brought them forward. Her feet 
and shins rested firmly on the ground, her knees on top of the opposite 
ends of the branch. Straddling her rival, she now had the deadly 
leverage of her entire body! The branch made it's way downward, slowly, 
relentlessly, toward the exposed white throat of her nemesis. The fair-
skinned woman felt the pressure against her jugular. The blonde arched 
her  back and began to bounce up and down on the branch, her breasts 
heaving with the rhythm, sweat dripping from her nipples on to the face 
of the brunette, the saline liquid stinging the helpless woman's eyes. 
Blinded and offering little resistance, the brunette was losing, and she 
felt herself  beginning to fade. The blonde became giddy with 
exhilaration. She wanted life! The means to possess it were at hand. 
Horribly, the strangulation continued, the dominant woman bouncing 
harder and harder. "I want to live! Please! God! Now!" 

 The tree branch snapped in two.  Off  balance, the blonde pitched 
forward.The brunette swung both knees upward, striking the blonde in the 
upper back, the powerful blow sent her flying forward into the dirt. 
Fate had left it's mark on the contest. 

 They lay face down against the cool earth, just a few feet apart, 
gasping. They laid there for some time, paralyzed by  exhaustion and 
fear. The cool moist ground and the scent of the dank rich soil was 
soothing. But now they were confronted by a dour reality-the woman who 
could regain her feet first would likely take the fight. Slowly, they 
struggled to rise, their lives depending on it. But neither had the 
strength to stand. Pathetically, they faced each other on their knees, 
bloodied and bruised, covered in sweat, caked with damp red earth. Each 
instinctively knew that the end was at hand. In the next few moments, 
one woman would be the victor, the other, the victim. They collided! 
Grappling on their knees, in slow motion, nearly expended-they appeared 
like marathon dancers. 

 In this dance of death, slightly, imperceptibly at first, her legs 
began to tremor. Her vitality was slowly ebbing. It was the beginning of 
the end, the battle soon to be consumated. Perceiving the weakness in 
her rival, the brunette became rabid with intoxicating new vigor. She 
put her enemy in a bear hug, then powered her backwards from her knees 
onto her back. The pair landed heavily,  screaming, legs flailing-the 
brunette solidly on top.  She opened her legs and pulled the blonde 
inside her thighs, capturing the panicked woman's middle torso, it 
rested snugly against her inner thighs and crotch as the brunette laid 
on her side, propped up on her left elbow. The brunette now had the 
blonde snared in the region of her body where almost all of her physical 
strength emanated-where her  her very life force, stemed!  It was the 
domain that held the power of life, and death! She unleashed her force, 
leg muscles rippling, bursting through taut, ivory skin. It was like 
being inside a vice. No hope remained for the blonde. "No!" She gasped, 
pleading. "Yes!" grimaced the brunette, her teeth bared, "Yes!" A 
handful of blonde locks in her fist, she pulled the defenseless 
opponents face to her flushed breasts. She wrapped her arms tightly 
around the head of her weakening opponent and began to smother the woman 
against her sweating body. The fight belonged to her. Her foe would be 
vanquished in a few short moments. She rejoiced in the moment, thrilling 
to the realization of the impending outcome. It had been just her and 
her enemy, in the most basic of contests, brutal, yet honest-and she was 
the victor! A rush of adrenalin pulsated from head to toe. The ultimate 
prize, life, was hers. 

  Mysteriously, and quite unexpectedly, the sensation first began to 
erupt savagely between her thighs. Her black pussy began to spasm with 
sublime intensity-the orgasmic waves involuntarily travelling throughout 
her entire body like an earthquake, griping her thighs, fluttering 
through her intestines, causing her breasts to quiver, then finally 
exploding in the center of her brain. Both women  were trembling, 
violently, uncontrollably,  the blonde's sweet golden complexion, now , 
ashen. 

 It ended! But not before the brunette released the death smother before 
the constriction became fatal.  It had gone far enough, the hatred 
finally consumed. She was victorious. The victory tempered with mercy 
was even sweeter for her. She would not have the blonde on her 
conscience forever. She held the power to spare her enemy's life, and 
this feeling was godlike. The differences were settled, the book closed. 

 A large, full, harvest moon bathed the scene in an eerie, incandescent 
glow. The brunette slowly stumbled to her feet, stood over her 
vanquished rival, and carefully surveyed the arena. The new grass and 
beautiful wild flowers were destroyed. It left her with a feeling of 
profound sadness. She left as she came, naked, down a narrow dirt path 
through the forest. A mile or so down the path, her faithful mate 
anxiously await her return. The reunion was joyous. A flare was launched 
into the still night sky, it exploded, bright orange, against the 
backdrop of the moon. The signal was to the blonde's mate, awaiting the 
outcome in a separate neutral space, that the duel was over-that his 
woman was the loser. As he made his way to the clearing, the bright halo 
in the sky left him unknowing as to what he would find. 


The End