SECOND CATFIGHT
Luna Loud vs Lola Loud
Bra and Panties Match (First to strip their opponent to their underwear wins)
Lola Loud, even as she turned 18, will always be the brat of the Louds. Hard not to be, really. Her lifestyle of being a model and on the catwalk never stopped, and while deep inside she had the heart of gold her mother knew she had, it rarely revealed itself. Gotta be tough in this business, as she always put it. Even still, sometimes that mouth of hers got her into trouble. She recently won a nice competition and in her speech, she brought up a rather interesting detail:
"Well, Sir, if you don't mind me saying... I think the other competitors lost because they still like old things, like you know... sandals, tanned outfits, Rock music..."
Luna Loud, who is somehow only slightly in her twenties in this universe, heard this and grew mad. She grew up with Lola, and this is the best she was given? Have her hobby, her life, trashed in such a silly manner? She called Lola up to ask what she meant, to which Lola replied with a simple laugh. "Trust me, sister," the idol remarked, "You wouldn't last a day here with your likes!"
Luna rarely got mad like this, but to be personally attacked? Not happening on her watch. "Well... I'm glad I'm not in your role, brah, because I would hate being a stuck-up has-been!"
A gasp. "Has-been? How dare you!"
"Trust me, little dudette, you're 18, and those victories seem further and further apart!"
"That's because people are forgetting what quality is! Oh, that tears it, you need to learn some manners!"
"I do? Heck nah, you do! I challenge you!"
A man appeared to share the same line as them on the phone. "Okay ladies, I heard a catfight brewing, and I'm here to help. I spun a wheel for the next fight already, and I'm thrilled to say the match type will be grand!"
Once again, no one questioned him. "Just lay it on us, bucko! I'll do anything to teach Luna and her fat butt that Rock is dead!" Lola proclaimed.
"And I need to put this wannabe princess in her place! She's finally old enough to drive, but she's still the same brat we all knew!" Luna shot back.
Thus, the two were brought back to their house, same arena as last time. Both were ready, if a bit confused at how perverted this match was going to be. The man described it: A bra and panties match. A catfight like all the others, but with a unique win condition; tear your opponents clothes off until only those two named garments remained. After which, he proclaimed, you can humiliate your opponent further. Lola actually participated in one of these upon turning 18 in a strange tie-in to Black Friday (Don't ask, just as disturbed as you are) and she did excellent, so she wasn't scared.
As for Luna, she wasn't one to get into fights like this, but growing up she secretly watched tapes involving this match type with Lincoln. It randomly helped them bond, as well as helped her understand what she was into. Was that the best thing to do growing up? Was it weird? Lincoln always shrugged. "Well, it was either that or hard drugs!"
But still they accepted. They stepped into the ring. Luna, even though older, never really changed her outfit, though she didn't have her boots. At least her breasts came in eventually. They were nice to have. Lola was obviously more sporty. Black leggings that hugged to the skin, with a pink blouse that may have been too loose for this match. What lurked underneath? Guess the goal was not letting us find out.
The man nodded, and banged the gong. "Good luck, you two!"
Lola taunted her sister. "Bring it! Go on, show me you're tough! You get the first move! Trust me, Lunes, I have a lot of experience with catfights!"
Luna rubbed the back of her head. "Like, what? Petty fights, or are those competitions getting lewder by the day?"
"Tch, shows are weird, can't lie there. They always embrace sexuality. Thank goodness they waited for me to get older!"
Luna was outraged. "Gah, you always do that now! I get it, you're 18! You don't have to keep reminding us!"
"Well, just in case they're staring at us weirdly!" She winked to the screen beyond. "Now, come on! Fight me!"
Luna did as told, and slapped Lola quickly. Even the blonde didn't expect such quickness, falling back and rubbing her cheek. Luna didn't give her time to breahe, as she snatched that hand back into her own grip, thrusting her close to the purple rocker, before Luna showed off some surprising strength and suplexed Lola. The blonde guffawed, lying on the ground upon her stomach.
Luna cracked her neck. "I'm teaching you a lesson, remember?"
Lola was hurt, but not out. "Heh, we'll see about that!"
She showed off her own strength, bouncing back to her feet with ease. This time she showed off her prowess by standing like a boxer, shuffling about carefully. Luna couldn't match the movements, and before she could do anything, punches were sent her way, smacking hard against the skull on her shirt. "Gah! D-Dangit, you're quick!" Luna had to commend, feeling the air being sucked out of her. Before she knew it, a fist smashed her head, throwing her down onto her back.
Lola guffawed. "I'm the experienced one, and you? You're just a dinosaur who needs to go extinct! Come on, get up! Or rather, stay right there!" She laughed and ran back towards the other side of the living room. Before Luna could tell what was happening, Lola charged forward, and landed down on Luna with her knees. The rocker's eyes nearly flew from her skull, and she started seeing colors.
Lola placed a finger to her mouth. Should she immediately start stripping, or should she humiliate her sister more? Well, she was confident she'll win, so why not the latter? She grabbed Luna and hoisted her over her knee, propping the rocker's ass up in the air. By this point, Luna remembered where she was, and immediately grew nervous. "W-What are you...?"
"Oh come on, you can't tell me Sam doesn't do this to you all the time! You're so weak, it just makes sense!"
With a few jolts, she spanked the hell out of Luna. The rocker screamed at the sudden assault, and after twelve good slaps, she was rolled back down, hands desperate to rub the pain away. Lola has done this so many times by this point, she made this move her finisher. With a sly grin, she watched as Luna stood to her feet, dazed from the pain. "Normally I'm not fighting my sister in these things, so this isn't too weird, but hey, if someone's watching this, time for fanservice!"
She took Luna and straightened her out. The rocker didn't understand, until Lola kissed her straight on the lips. It was a classic manuveur; disorient her opponent after a harsh spanking, and then finish them off in their daze. Luna was shocked at how well Lola could kiss, she nearly forgot they were related! But the deceit worked. The kiss broke and Luna was left stumbling. Lola smirked again.
Time to strip.
She got down on her knees and shoved Luna. Now on her hands and knees, Luna was still caught off guard, giving that skirt of hers too much exposure. "I know what color you're wearing, but the audience wants to know!" Lola said, and she began to tug. The belt was a little annoying, but it was loose enough to not cause much issue. Luna realized what was happening, and tried to stand and run, but that did nothing to stop Lola. The skirt slipped a little, revealing her ass covered in a nice purple set of panties. Another tug, and Luna was thrown to the ground. With one more thrust, it didn't matter how strong the rocker's fingers were; the skirt was gone.
Luna was down her pants, and even Lola had to agree; she always did have a nice ass.
"Kyaaaaaah!" Luna screamed, trying so hard to cover up. She knew nothing if those cameras were actually active, but she never wanted anyone to see this. Lola spun the skirt high in the air, before tossing it away. "Ah, I wonder if I roll that way, Lunes. These things are honestly fun. To see another girl squirm? Oh, it's heaven!"
Just gotta get the shirt, but she knew Luna would have some counterplay. Why not weaken her further? As Luna struggled to hide her panties, Lola walked up and picked Luna up, holding her bridal style. She grinned at her embarrassed sister, and immediately dropped her to the floor. Before Luna could cradle the pain, Lola repeated. "I'm gonna keep doing this until you give up! Then your bra will be for everyone to see!"
Another drop, and though the pain sucked, Luna still knew she had to fight back. She's tough; she can't let the brat win. She was picked up, and she sensed this will be the last drop before the shirt went away. Thus, it was now or never.
Get that shirt off of Lola.
Thrust into the her arms again, Luna began to squirm. Lola expected this, but she didn't expect a lone arm to break free, and reach for the helm of her shirt. Lola gasped as she felt her back get exposed, and before she could do anything to counter, she was rolled to the ground. She screamed as her pink shirt flew off her body, exposing her big boobs covered by a pink bra. People have seen her with less on, but this felt more impactful. She screamed and desperately tried to cover her chest. "You bitch! You weren't supposed to do that!"
Luna didn't spend much time with the fabric, and quickly tossed it away. Panting, but she wasn't out. "I was! I'm not losing to you, brah!"
Lola sprang back up, and this time Luna met her. The two began to tussle, with their hair getting snatched in each other's hands. Lola was at a disadvantage there; her hair was rather long. She screamed as she felt the pain, and was tossed to the ground. Luna slammed the idol's head multiple times against the ground, but Lola wasn't done yet. She rolled Luna over so now the rocker was on the bottom. She quickly spun around, with her own head around Luna's crotch, and her legs wrapped around Luna's head. She caught the rocker in a reverse headscissors.
"Gah, no!"
"That's right, Lunes! I'm so choking you!"
Lola's thighs were amazing. They were nearly impossible to pry. Was Luna really gonna get knocked out over this? No, there's no way. She and Sam experimented with this type of stuff, so she just had to adapt! And adapt she did. "You're not... getting away that easily!"
Lola laughed, but she soon regretted doing so. Luna's own legs found a home around her head. She screamed, and soon the host was enjoying it. The 69 hold, as he called it. Both girls screamed in agony, trying to break from the other's grasp. Spanks, scratches, pulls; nothing helped them. It seemed both would be knocked out at this rate.
That is, until Luna realized the advantage she was in. She lost her skirt, but Lola hadn't yet. Her ass was literally in her face; all she had to do was tug. With a pained smile, it was now or never. Luna's hands reached the helm, and began to tug. Lola gasped. "What? No!" She begged. Her shock gave Luna what she wanted, and the hold was broken. The rocker kept the grip tight on the pants, but again Lola's expertise shined through. She rolled fast enough and stood quickly, slapping Luna away. With another move, she kicked Luna, and then threw her to the ground, forcing the rocker to look up at the ceiling.
Lola grew mad. "I'm winning, bitch! You are so going down!" She slapped herself, before getting an evil grin. "Look at you! I want to take that shirt off and just win this, but I want you to know how dumb you are!"
She stood tall over her opponent. Luna saw Lola's back facing her as the idol stood just above her chest. Lola laughed, and grabbed at the rocker's legs. "I'm gonna do it then! I'm gonna break this sweet little private spot of yours! You'll regret ever fighting me!" She proclaimed. Luna was too down. No way she'll win.
Indeed, Luna was at her last legs. Any more, and the rocker was doomed. What was Lola planning? Why find out? She had to act now, or just accept she'll lose. She felt legs rise up, and that was when she noticed Lola's gait. Her legs weren't that strong right now, and her ass was still before her. Her legs were raised to the point that Lola lowered her head, meaning her calves could close around her sister's head.
"Sorry, Lola," Luna suddenly proclaimed.
Lola grew confused.
A smirk finally came to Luna. "But I'll show how stupid you are!"
Those legs clamped around Lola's head, and she found herself tumbling. Soon the positions were reversed; Lola was on her back, and Luna was partically still sitting, only this time she held Lola's legs in the air, with her ass high up. She watched all those matches back in the day; a lot ended like this. The opponent grew cocky and began disrobing, only for the other girl to roll her up and snatch those pants away.
And that's what Luna did now.
Lola could only scream as her pink panties came into view. Luna playfully spanked, impressed by the wiggle that came from it, before finally yanking the leggings off. It was over; Lola was stripped to her bra and panties. The blonde was confused at first, but as the realization came, she screamed harder, and tried to cover up. "No, this can't be happening!"
"It is, brah! You're finished!"
The man clapped. "Whelp, to the queen goes her throne. Do what you must, Luna."
Lola tried to stand and punch back; she wasn't going to be humiliated. But Luna was too quick. She kneed Lola in the stomach, forcing her sister to her hands and knees. Lola's ass was propped up. With a grin, Luna sat on Lola's back, forcing the girl's head closer to the ground, giving her ass more exposure. Luna looked at the cameras. "Go ahead! Zoom in! She's giving you all a show!"
Lola could only cry. "No... please... I'm sorry..."
"Should have said that earlier, brah!"
The cameras zoomed, getting quite the show. To add insult to injury, Luna's hand slipped into Lola's panties. "I know, this is weird, but hey, it's all for show, right?" She cooed, before all we saw was her hands rubbing quickly over Lola's ass. The blonde blushed and tried to keep her face hidden. After awhile of this, Luna got up, holding her fists in the air, before she stomped Lola's head, dazing her. She walked away.
The camera's enjoyed the position, never taking their eyes off a rare shot of the idol Lola and her rather impressive physique. Her ass would definitely be the talk tomorrow!
CURRENT STATS:
LORI: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
LUAN: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
LUNA: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
LOLA: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
NEXT MATCH: Leni Loud vs Katherine Mulligan General Catfight and Pillow fight (force opponent to verbally surrender. Pillows are main weapon)
