NES Wrestling: Chun-Li vs Tifa (Patreon)

Idea crossed my mind and felt like a bit of a softball to write it out. Real easy way to win the votes with two big name sexy video game girls. I found myself thinking of those old 3D fight videos done in a DOA style at times, while others were just my classic sex wrestling bits. Sometimes it’s speed vs power, sometimes sexy vs serious, brawling vs martial arts… honestly, turned out way closer than I expected and threw in some surprises for myself, in a way.

The stadium was always packed with fans, but they were especially lively tonight. Two classic video game babes would be fighting it out as Final Fantasy’s Tifa Lockheart was about to face off with Street Fighter’s Chun-Li. The gawking yellow orb with a referee shirt floating in the middle of the ring was the only thing breaking the sexual tension of the two famous fighters in the ring together.

They were both in their classic costumes. Tifa wore her dark skirt, undersized tanktop, and suspenders. Her long black hair was tied back behind her shoulders, swaying with her limber posture a few yards away from her opponent. Chun-Li was in one of her more modern outfits, which was to say a loose-fitting Chinese style dress. It was little more than a few long strips of black and gold hanging over her chest and the center of her hips. The Chinese fighter wore part of her brown hair tied up in buns but most of it was left to hang to her middle-back.

The women sized each other up, scanning for strengths and weaknesses beyond what they were famous for. Both were very capable wrestlers and martial artists, but Chun was infamous for her toned and powerful thighs and Tifa for her massive bust. Even then, each woman had comparable curves.

“Best of luck tonight. You’re gonna need it,” Tifa scoffed with a confident smirk.

Chun-Li raised an eyebrow but kept her cool. She folded her arms over her own impressive tits.

“Not likely. You were butting heads with the former champ for ages and never overcame her. I think it’s time I show you how a REAL martial artist handles herself in the ring.”

“Seriously? You struggle to beat up a car while I fist fight giant monsters!” Tifa gloated back.

“When you’re powered up by your magic, sure. Or are materia not the ONLY enhancements you have?”

Chun stepped up to meet Tifa in the middle. They glared into each other’s eyes with catty fury as their tits bumped together. Pacman picked up on the peaking tension and gave a declarative “WAKA!” to call for the bell.

As soon as it rang, the women struck. Chun-Li threw a palm-strike into Tifa’s face, rattling her into launching her head back. Tifa had already started a swing of her own, but she staggered before her punch could hit the faster Chinese fighter. Chun-Li followed up quickly, utilizing her speed to deliver a quick and vicious combo. She punched around Tifa’s bare midsection before she swung her leg straight up into the air, sending a vertical split of a pose that kicked into Tifa’s chin. The Avalanche girl stumbled again but didn’t go down as the rest of the crowd cheered on Chun’s move and the flash of her snug black panties.

“I guess with punching bags like that, you’d have to be an easy target,” Chun-Li scoffed.

Tifa was staggered by the blows but she bounced back surprisingly fast. She grabbed Chun’s still raised leg and pulled, reeling her in and throwing a clothesline with one of her tightly flexing arms. It bashed Chun-Li in the face, sending her spinning head over heels before she landed sitting on the mats, seeing stars from the sudden power blow.

“Better than being a glass cannon, thunder thighs!” Tifa snapped back.

She turned and threw a low kick into Chun’s back. She let out a howl of surprised pain as her tits bounced around in her loose-fitting dress. She grabbed her back, quickly learning the difference between their general power and speed with the force of the kick.

Tifa grabbed her by the hair, squeezing it with a twist of her fist. The brunette brawler raised a hand to throw another punishing punch down but Chun-Li planted her hands on the mat. She flipped backward, going into a sudden headstand. She wrapped her legs around Tifa’s neck, making her gasp as the dress fell down and away from Chun-Li’s thick hips and thighs. She clenched them both to trap Tifa for a moment.

“Don’t tell me you skip leg day, you butch bitch,” the street fighter scoffed as she twisted her hips sharply.

She whipped her body forward, flinging Tifa over her and slamming her into the mats with the upside down head scissor. The Final Fantasy star thudded her head, the world spinning around her as she reeled on the ground. She rolled over to her knees, clutching her spinning head as the audience got a glimpse up her skirt as well.

Chun-Li smirked down at her as she got back to her feet. She raised and planted a foot on Tifa’s raised ass, grinding the heel of her silken slipper against the mound of her pussy.

“You’re nothing but another scrappy nobody like the rest of this league. Not a proper fighter at all,” she gloated.

She grabbed Tifa by the wrists and pulled them back, forcing her to arch her back and thrust out her famous tits. She wrenched them with such tight expertise that Tifa found herself crying out in pain, gritting her teeth to stop herself from doing it again.

“Save us all the time and just give up. They don’t call me the strongest woman in the world for nothing,” Chun scoffed.

She planted her heel into Tifa’s back, pulling and stretching her even harder with that leverage. Tifa grimaced but shook her head.

“Last time I checked only you called yourself that!” she snapped.

Tifa slammed a kick behind her, connecting with Chun’s lower leg. She gasped and stumbled, losing her grip and falling on top of her opponent. Tifa reached up and wrapped her hands around Chun’s head, grabbing her hair buns and hurling the martial artist over her shoulder. Chun went for a quick ride and an abrupt stop on the mats of her own.

Chun landed with a heavy huff, staring up at the spotlights. They blinded and dazed her further until Tifa blocked them out, leaping up and slamming an elbow drop on the Chinese fighter’s chest. Her body bucked up with a grunt as her own sizable bust was squashed and bounced back into shape, falling out the sides of her dress. Chun gasped and rolled over, coughing in fresh air when Tifa locked an arm around her neck, pulling her head backward. It wasn’t a solid choke but all she had to do was lean over for her tits to fall on either side of Chun’s face. The Chinese fighter grunted and gagged as they surrounded her head like heavy earmuffs, quickly turning her face red with embarrassment and lack of air.

“Time to tap out, you outdated old cow,” Tifa taunted her as the mix of tit smother and choke locked into place.

“Don’t… call me… OLD!” Chun-Li seethed breathlessly.

She showed that her legs were not only powerful but flexible as she swung one up and over her shoulder, cracking Tifa squarely in the face. Her eyelids fluttered as she reeled from the hit, falling back on her ass as Chun quickly shook off the choke. She tilted herself forward, catching herself in a graceful handstand just off the mats and swung her legs out and back behind her. They swung back together, clapping her thick thighs together around either side of Tifa’s head to box her ears with her powerful legs.

“How’s THAT for some thunder thighs?” Chun-Li boasted as she flipped to her feet while Tifa was on her knees and her head was limply lolling in place.

The nimble martial artist sprang back to her slippered feet. She went into a fluid motion to sweep the legs out from under Tifa, just to spring out from her back foot and lunge in with her knee. It blasted Tifa in the chin on her way down, hitting hard enough to launch her up into the air. The Midgarian flew several yards towards the spotlights but Cun-Li leapt even higher still as Tifa’s body reached the peak of its rise. She whipped around in an overhead flip that smashed her heel down onto the listless Tifa’s crotch.

The busty brunette flew down at the mats like a shrieking comet and landed with a booming thud. She bounced off roughly and winced on her side, curling up and clutching her pussy. The mars were briefly indented with two small craters where her boobs had landed before popping back into shape.

Chun touched down and rushed over, hooking Tifa’s leg and laying over her for a pin. The ref just managed a two-count when the brawler bucked a shoulder back up. The Chinese fighter clicked her tongue in frustration, grabbing Tifa’s hair and starting to rise for more punishment.

She stopped short when she realized that Tifa had grabbed onto her arm during the pin. Chun-Li gasped as Tifa leaned back and pulled, bending it behind her back. She pushed up with her knees to dig into the leggy street fighter’s back. Her breasts and belly thrust upward and Chun-Li howled as her back was bent around Tifa’s knee.

“You weren’t ready for this crossover, granny! This ain’t some Fortnight cameo!” Tifa taunted her before rolling over to her knees.

She hefted Chun onto her shoulders, holding her upside down so that her dress flopped down exposing her crotch. She flailed her arms desperately at the air, unable to reach anything useful.

“No! No wait!” she pleaded, trying to push up the flap of her dress.

Tifa naturally ignored her. She blew a kiss to the crowd before leaping up and stomping back down, spiking Chun down for a jarring muscle buster. Both women jiggled wildly from the impact and Chun-Li rolled up to one knee by momentum alone, clutching her neck and gawking in pain.

“You dirty undercity bitch,” Chun-Li cursed under her breath.

Tifa came at her and threw a heavy kick at her chest. Chun barely blocked the blow in time, and even then she skidded back a couple inches from the powerful brunette’s attack.

“Oh I’m sorry. Are you too hurt to do your desperate Wreck-It Ralph attention whoring?” Tifa goaded, jabbing at the prideful fighter’s lower moments.

Chun-Li growled and leapt up, launching herself into a flurry of attacks. Tifa did the same, the two clashing in a blinding blur of strikes the audience could barely follow. Their fists and boots clashed and bounced off each other as they skillfully parried or blocks most of their gauging blows. Tifa landed a firm cross to Chun’s face, sending spit and sweat flying off the gorgeous Asian woman.

“You’re slowing down, retro skank!” Tifa boasted, just to receive a short but shocking finger strike into her abs that penetrated the toned muscle.

“Speak for yourself! This isn’t a turn-based fight, you pixel-titted slut!” Chun-Li fired back.

She threw a swift palm strike up into Tifa’s chin, knocking her head back as she invested more heavily into her offense. She shifted her weight to one leg and unleashed a barrage of lightning-fast kicks, pummeling around Tifa’s face and tits to send her into a series of jerking and grunting reactions. She smirked as her famous legs and techniques beat Tifa senseless for a few seconds just before she grabbed one of the boots in mid-kick.

“Doesn’t matter how fast you are if your hits are that weak,” Tifa snorted, even if there were a few scrapes and bruises developing from the speedy beating.

She pulled on the trapped Chun’s leg and reeled her in as she charged in herself, slamming her with a clothesline across the throat. Chun gagged as she hit the mats hard enough to bounce up to a sitting position as she clutched her gasping neck. Tifa just grabbed her in a headlock, dragging her up to her thick and shaky legs as she smashed some knees into her stomach. Chun-Li jerked and grunted, her skirt and breasts bouncing up with each hit as Tifa’s own jiggling bosom rested on the back of her head.

The jackhammering knees finally stopped as Tifa took a half step back and threw a huge uppercut into Chun-Li’s banged up belly. Her abdomen sank in a bit from the heavy hit, coughing out a wave of spit as she was lifted off her feet. Tifa just shifted her weight and threw another haymaker to her face. Chun was spiked back into the mats, landing with her cheek reddened by the punch. Tifa sat on her face and threw up her arms in confident triumph.

Chun laid there with her face full of the space under Tifa’s skirt for a 2 count before she leaned her weight backward, throwing her legs around Tifa’s neck. The scissor threw her back off to bang her head off the mats, buying the Chinese fighter time to get up rubbing her cheek.

“Thick thighs end lives,” she reminded her. “I’ll teach you for attacking my face and ruining my chances of marriage!”

Tifa rubbed her neck as she got up, stretching out again.

“Oh yea. Dead serious prude who’s always fist-fighting random dudes? I’M the reason you’re not married,” she scoffed back.

Tifa rushed in and Chun-Li threw a punch at her, but Tifa pivoted sharply to weave around it. She got past Chun’s guard and threw a kick so high and straight that she went into a vertical split as her boot slammed up the street fighter’s chin. Chun-Li grimaced as her teeth cracked together and her eyes glazed over for a moment. Tifa scoffed confidently as the pose made her skirt ride up and flashed her panties, but Chun recovered faster than she expected. She stooped in low and grabbed Tifa’s raised thigh, holding her in place as she folded her hand into a flat, knife-like shape. She thrust it sharply fingers-first into Tifa’s crotch, clearly digging into her pussy well past the panties. Tifa’s eyes went wide and she broke into a shamelessly loud and teary-eyed scream.

“I thought you’d be used to it, you gutter whore,” Chun-Li snapped bitterly.

She released Tifa’s leg and let her stagger back. The boastful brawler’s legs were crossed and her hands were under her skirt, cupping her aching pussy and trying to unwedge her panties from inside. Chun-Li thumbed some spit and blood from the edge of her mouth as she took a pace back and lined up the absolutely stunned Tifa.

“Time to put you out of your misery! Spinning Bird Kick!”

Chun-Li charged and went into a handstand, spreading her legs out in opposite directions. Her hands rapidly pivoted on the ground, making her powerful limbs whirl around like helicopter blades. She angled herself perfectly to slam the spinning kicks across Tifa’s face as she advanced on her, pummeling her back towards the ropes. Tifa could only grunt in further pain as she was backed into a corner. Chun appeared to have her, flashing her a smug upside down smirk despite her whirling dress all but falling off her thighs and thong.

Tifa finally raised both arms together, catching and blocking one of Chun’s kicks. With her momentum halted, she gasped and realized the still teary-eyed Tifa had her stuck upside down. She raised and smashed her fist down hard on top of Chun-Li’s barely covered pussy, her knuckles digging deep into her pelvis and getting a guttural howl of agony from the street fighter.

“OWWW! You dirty cow cunt!” Chun shrieked in blinding pain.

“You started it, you glorified fucktoy,” Tifa groaned.

Both women fell to the mats in a heap, the mighty low blows clearly doing a ton of damage to each of them. They sweated and panted heavily as they cradled their wounded womanhoods, sparing occasional glares at each other when they could focus enough to look up. The match came to a standstill for a solid thirty seconds as the audience went wild for the dirty moves and shouting for them to continue. They finally moved up to a kneeling position as Chun-Li cupped her hands around her abdomen, conjuring the glow of some pale blue ki.

“I’m done playing around with you… KIKOKEN!” She thrust out her hands, launching a blazing ball of furious energy at Tifa.

The brunette brawler had also tugged at her top, touching a materia slot embedded in her bra underneath. It glowed red before her fist did the same and she thrust it out to punch the air. A large fireball shot out from it in kind.

“FIRAGA!” she shouted just before the two blazing attacks collided. There was a burst of heat and energy as they exploded on contact, and when the light faded both women were coughing and fanning smoke away from their faces. They were fine themselves, but the entire front of their costumes had been conveniently scorched off, leaving only scraps of clothes on their naked bodies.

“What?! How dare you ruin that expensive dress! Not all of us are cheap sluts like you who dress in a kid’s handmedowns!” Chun fumed.

“I thought you’d appreciate the makeover since you kept flashing your goods at me anyway. Saved you the trouble of stripping and begging me for mercy later!” Tifa shot back.

The furious fighters charged in and forgot any pretense of martial arts or technique. They grabbed each other’s dark hair with one hand and started wildly grabbing with the other. Fists crashed into faces or clawed at tits as their elaborate showdown devolved into a catfight in their frustration and fatigue. Chun grabbed Tifa’s neck and tried to choke her but she bit into her fingers before slamming an elbow down on Chun-Li’s sternum. Their sweaty breasts flopped all over with their staggering steps, naked bodies bumping into each other when their bitter hands weren’t in the way.

Chun-Li had just landed a sucker punch into Tifa’s ribs when the Midgar brawler wrapped her arms around her opponent’s midsection. She squeezed and lifted Chun-Li off her feet, making her wail as her back cracked and her breasts ground up against Tifa’s upper chest.

“Feel that? That’s you getting outmuscles, bitch. Can’t dance your way out of this one,” Tifa huffed with a sweaty, weary smirk.

“Don’t… ngh… think I’m some weakling just because I’m faster than you!”

When Tifa’s squeeze tired, she had to set Chun-Li back down. She reached around and dug her nails into Tifa’s ass cheeks for a firm grip before she lifted her up in kind, squeezing her in her own tight bearhug. Tifa howled and shuddered as Chun’s grip held her tightly, crushing her tenderized tits up against her chest. Tifa winced and grabbed her around the upper body, trapping them both in a mutual bearhug. They both gasped and screamed in pain, muscular arms flexing in intense effort to outlast the other. Tifa went for a knee between the legs, but they were too close and her legs too thick to do much with it. It just pushed her thigh against Chun’s bare pussy, rubbing the warm and wet spot while the stumbling Asian did the same. Their moans and sweat intermingled as they leaked their feminine juices over each other’s legs, neither willing to go down or back off from their bitter stalemate. The best they could do was shift their weight and shoulders, making their breasts slide around between them. They were tightly crushed into place by their toned upper bodies, leaving them in a slow-motion boxing match between their boobs. Tifa’s bigger pair wobbled around, hitting like shifting tectonic plates while Chun’s perkier tits snapped briskly about, slapping or slicing at Tifa’s tender nipples with her harder ones. It mirrored their earlier clashes of speed versus power with Chun’s many strikes matching with Tifa’s fewer and harder ones.

With a final grunt and extra hard squeeze, Tifa leaned into Chun. Her famous pair plowed into her opponent’s, making Chun-Li scream and tip over backward. Her aching back arched until even her mighty legs quivered, muscles pulsing in final attempts to keep themselves standing. Smelling blood (or more accurately, cum) in the water, Tifa grinned and lunged forward, lifting and body slamming Chun-Li to the mats. She hit with a booming thud and landed limply on her side, moaning and rubbing her sore, swollen boobs. Tifa bounced up to a knee, huffing and raising another triumphant fist as her huge bust bobbed painfully with each breath. She flashed a damning thumbs down towards Chun before crawling after her and dragging her up again. Tifa could barely stand but Chun clearly needed the help, doubled over as her head went between Tifa’s thighs for a piledriver or similar finisher. Tifa gave a firm tug to lift her up, but Chun grabbed tightly onto her legs and stayed in place. She jerked briefly but couldn’t be lifted as she panting Tifa shook her head, bitterly trying again. The stubborn move failed a second time. Chun-Li held on with a death grip, knowing she couldn’t survive another power move like that. Even if it meant keeping her head under Tifa’s sweaty crotch leaking precum on her hair.

Tifa prepared to try and lift her with another burst of strength, but Chun-Li surprised her by flipping up to do it herself. She swung herself up, wrapping her legs around Tifa’s neck and pushing up with her palms to rise up and sit on her front porch of a rack. She was sweaty, weak and desperate, and her normal honor and prudishness clearly wasn’t going to win her the match. She squeezed her legs tightly around her, mashing her pussy into her face while leaving enough room to reach down and rapidly finger herself. Her overly excited clit couldn’t take much more, so she used it to her advantage by masturbating right in front of Tifa. With a dozen rapid strokes, she squirted a heavy orgasm into the brawler’s face. Tifa sputtered and staggered back, blinded by the face full of she-cum. She released Chun-Li completely as she pawed at her eyes, trying to wipe them clear from stinging pussy juice.

“AGHH! Don’t shoot your filthy old pussy at me, you crazy bitch!” Tifa ranted in a pained panic.

“Do NOT… huff… call me OLD!”

Chun-Li didn’t have the strength left in her to completely flip Tifa over, but she swung her legs over to steer her stumbling at least. It smashed her head into the top turnbuckle, jarring Tifa hard as she bounced off and went limp. Chun bucked hard in the other direction, bouncing Tifa off the ropes so she bounced off and crashed into the mats. Chun-Li winced from the landing, wiping sweaty hair from her face but at least managed to stay conscious. Her pussy throbbed too much to move her legs that much and stand, so she simply crawled over to Tifa. She left a trail of sweat and cum in her wake as she dropped her upper body across Tifa’s, collapsing on her more than really pinning her. It still got the 3-count as Tifa’s eyes rolled back into her head, barely twitching beneath the exhausted and freshly cummed out martial artist.

“Waka!” Pacman announced, pointing his mostly featureless head towards Chun-Li as the bell rang overhead. Chun-Li lurched up to her knees as the yellow orb lifted up her arm (somehow). Chun didn’t look much like a winner, caked in sweat and cum with her head lolling listlessly, but she had managed to power through it all. She managed to focus just long enough to look over and spit down on Tifa.

“Go back to your bar and stay a gutter whore,” she snarled just before she collapsed in exhaustion.