Tifa's Bra Breaker Battle (Patreon)

Anybody remember this art piece? https://www.patreon.com/posts/reward-art-tifas-29422173

I got it a while back but “Tifa’s bra short” has been on my idea list ever since. It felt like a good short scene that became a short fight story instead. The idea being a gag on people complaining Tifa’s boobs look smaller in the new FF7 remake, which I assume is just her wearing a sports bra and still being just as busty. That became her unleashing her full power level by taking off her bra and dropping it to show it’s like a hundred-pound harness to keep those mommy milkers in check.

You don’t really need to know FF7 to get the story, but I take some jabs at it. It was kind of iconic and one of the big RPGs everyone tends to think of when they come up. It’s also a pivotal point for people who learned that they like A) Giant polygonal titties (best we could get in those days) and B) catfights. For some reason, there’s a scene in the game where Tifa, who has punched tanks to death and does as much damage as a gun with her fists, meets some CEO lady and they have a half-assed, unmoving slap-fight on top of a giant magic cannon. I know it sparked a ton more fanart and excited responses than it really deserved, but then again most of that entire game is “Here’s some cool shit a 14 year old would love to see.”

So this is my twist on it, sort of as I imagine it from the remake’s mindset. Taking itself a bit more seriously but also, y’know. Big titties and wrestling. I might also forget why they are where they are at that point in the game so I’m throwing together a lot of shit at random by some point.

Cloud and the rest of the party made a break for it. They had sabotaged the Shinra base in Midgar and were nearly at the roof, carving through guards and for some reason robot-animals and crazy lizard things. They didn’t think much about what monsters appeared where for what reason.

They reached the top floor, about to escape when there was a series of muscle-tensing clicks. Over a dozen guards had guns aimed at them, which normally wasn’t a concern considering they were constantly getting blown up, stabbed, burned, shot and crushed by meteorites, but they were starting to run low on potions and phoenix downs. They froze up as Cloud hastily considered which 2 of his half-dozen allies would be allowed to fight beside him.

“Well well well! A couple of rats ran right into my trap!” a haughty woman’s voice gloated.

Scarlet strode forward, where one of the guards hastily threw himself in front of her and onto the floor. He allowed himself to be stepped on by her high heels rather than trouble her with the dirt and unpleasant roughness of the floor. She smirked as her sleek red dress swayed loosely on her body, baring a ton of pale cleavage highlighted by a thick pendant hanging between her round tits. Her tied back blonde hair left a strikingly sexual yet businesslike impression on anyone she met, even as the party readied their weapons.

“Don’t even bother,” Scarlet scoffed, unconcerned by all the swords, machine gun arms and stuffed animals being aimed at her. “You’re surrounded. It would take more than some materia and armor to survive long enough to lay a hand on me.”

“So you’re just another Shinra coward,” Tifa scoffed. The fit freedom fighter stayed in a ready fighting stance, wearing her usual short skirt and some suspenders over her white tank top. Her dark brown hair was tied back into a loose braid to keep it out of her way while she was punching out wolves and suplexing literal tanks.

“Excuse me?” Scarlet asked in an amused but surprised tone.

“Hiding behind a bunch of guards while you show up just to taunt and lie to us? Sounds like classic Shinra tactics to me,” the busty brawler went on with a sneer.

Scarlet’s painted lips pursed into a scowl. She gave a firm wave of her hands and the guards eased their guns away from the heroes, letting her step past them and closer to the rest of the group. Tifa met Cid’s eyes and darted towards the door, silently cuing them to start sneaking towards the door to the roof while she stepped forward to keep their attention.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed,” Scarlet scoffed confidently. “But I am leagues above your dirty band of rebels. That’s in strength, looks and paygrade. I am well beyond resorting to putting down wild hookers who wander into my headquarters.”

Tifa scowled right back and threw a slap across Scarlet’s face. The guards immediately tensed but didn’t think to raise their weapons. The pale woman’s cheek glowed red for a moment before her lovely eyes went wild with fury. She straightened up her posture as she swung a hard backhand across Tifa’s face in return, knocking the brunette’s head in the other direction.

“You have no idea what you’ve just opened up, you cow-titted bitch,” Scarlet seethed quietly.

“I just opened up a can of whoop ass!” Tifa gloated as she regained her footing. She pivoted on her heel and threw a roundhouse kick at Scarlet’s head, but the elegant blonde surprisingly blocked it. Tifa’s eyes widened as the chairwoman smirked back at her.

“You think you’re the only one who can practice in your little ghetto dojo or whatever you have?” Scarlet taunted. The wealthy woman leaned over slightly, making her cleavage hang low and open as she slammed a short uppercut into Tifa’s crotch. The short skirt made it easy to bury her knuckles right into the center of her panties, getting the brunette to grunt loudly and drop to her knees as soon as Scarlet let go of her leg.

“You see? Everyone bows before Shinra eventually!” Scarlet gloated confidently. She slammed the tip of one of her high heels into Tifa’s chest, stinging and squashing her tit before she was knocked to the floor.

“Soon enough I’ll crush the rest of your pack of rats. But I’ll enjoy drawing yours out, you mouthy little whore.”

Scarlet raised a foot over the wincing Tifa, but she rolled aside as the stomp came down. She shifted into a crouch and swept a foot under Scarlet’s legs, tripping her over to fall to the floor beside her. Tifa pounced on her back, locking her powerful arms around her neck in a sleeper hold.

“You waste a lot of time and energy with that big mouth of yours!” Tifa scolded breathlessly as she struggled to keep the hold in place. Scarlet grunted and squirmed, but as a guard moved to assist she gestured a hand at him to stop. This was clearly a fight she wanted for herself.

The busty blonde billionaire grabbed Tifa’s hair and yanked on it hard, getting her to wince but still not letting go. It was enough to make the brunette arch her back so Scarlet could turn her head and bite into the exposed flesh of one of her tits. Tifa shrieked and couldn’t hold on like that for long, shoving her face away as she recoiled from the pain.

Scarlet spun around quickly enough to grab her before she got very far. She caught Tifa’s arm and pulled her back in, headbutting her firmly in the face. Tifa let out a shrill cry as she clutched her face, just for Scarlet to unleash a few speedy punches and palm strikes to her stomach. Tifa grunted as she tried to rise to her feet, just for Scarlet to leap up and deliver a spinning jump kick to her belly. Tifa gave a loud grunt as she was surprised to be blown off her feet, flying back and hitting a wall hard enough to dent the steel.

“I would have thought a lowly rat like you would have seen that kind of move coming,” Scarlet boasted as she stalked after Tifa, elegantly checking her nails. “I guess you’re more stupid than you are dirty.”

She threw another punch at Tifa, but the brunette desperately dodged aside. She drove a knee into Scarlet’s side, but it had barely connected when Scarlet caught it. She shoved it away, turning Tifa to face away from her and kick her squarely in the back. Tifa let out a cry as she was squashed against the wall, her breasts flattening and expanding around until the flesh rose like bread dough over her top.

Scarlet grabbed her hair and pulled Tifa’s head back to slam it into the wall, but Tifa turned and elbowed her in the jaw. The blonde’s grip loosened enough for her to twist around and hit her with a hard cross, knocking her silly for a moment. It was all she needed to unleash a barrage of blows, socking Scarlet in the face and stomach. Whichever looked more vulnerable at the moment. At last she slammed a hard uppercut into one of Scarlet’s huge tits. The jug flew up hard and fast enough to snap the strap on her dress, making it drape limply to one side. The guards had to stifle gasps as their boss’ impressive rack was exposed in front of them. Hard, pierced nipples and all.

Scarlet staggered back, recovering from her bouncing rogue breast before realizing what happened. She looked down as Tifa smirked confidently, keeping up her boxing stance as Scarlet went dark red. She almost expected her to turn tail out of humiliation, but it turned out it was a red of fury.

“This dress cost more than your LIFE, you homeless cretin!!” she shrieked.

A sudden haymaker of a punch caught Tifa in the face and her vision blurred as her legs went weak. Scarlet caught her by the hair and doubled her over, smashing several rapid knees into her stomach before she spun around away from the busty kickboxer. Swinging her by her hair alone, Scarlet flung Tifa halfway across the room in a feat of raging power. Tifa landed and tumbled with a few miserable grunts before Scarlet was suddenly there to kick her squarely in the stomach. Tifa gagged and sprayed a burst of saliva past her lips as she curled up in a fetal position. Scarlet stood over her and slammed her shoe down on her head, grinding her sole on Tifa’s cheek. Her furious blush had spread down to her pale and jiggling jugs.

“I will have you know… these breasts cost more than your entire garbage town and you DARED to hit them?! ” Scarlet hissed down at her captive. She ground her heel until Tifa gave a miserable whine.

“I am going to keep you long enough to watch me torture every last one of your friends, you tasteless cunt!” Scarlet threatened.

A hint of drool ran past the otherwise classy woman’s gritted teeth in her blind outrage. She pointed across the room at where Cloud and the others… should be. It took her a moment to do a double take and realize they were missing.

“Where are…? You idiots! What were you looking at this whole time!? You were supposed to be watching them!”

Scarlet stomped a foot angrily, making her giant naked tits jiggle. The guards all started attentively before snapping out of it.

“We were… uh… guarding you, Lady Scarlet?”

“Yea right! I’ll deal with you perverted neanderthals later! For now, you scrawny dairy cow, I’m going to see that you never see…”

There was a soft pinging sound from somewhere around Tifa. Her eyes lit up as she seemed to hastily consider something.

“What? What was that?” Scarlet demanded.

“I just hit my Limit Break,” Tifa said with a sudden, weary smile. Scarlet frowned and raised her heel to stomp on her head and put her out, but Tifa kicked at the nearby wall and slid out of the way. She planted a hand on the floor and sprang back to her feet, tugging at the shoulder straps of her tank top.

“Your downtown slang won’t save you!” Scarlet snapped as she lunged after her. She went for payback as she formed a hand into a claw and slashed at Tifa’s top, looking to strip her to match her own degrading style. Her painted nails penetrated the fabric of her shirt, only to hear a metallic clinking sound and immediately chipping a nail. Tifa’s black bra was still perfectly intact beneath it and hard as steel.

“I’m honestly not sure how you manage to fight with those things bouncing around like that,” Tifa said with a smirk. She reached beneath her top, tugging at her bra strap. With a few swift gestures, she gave a flourish of her hand and removed her entire bra without removing her shirt.  She held it out in one leanly muscular arm while Scarlet glared suspiciously.

“Are you going to fight or do a strip show?” Scarlet demanded.

“Little of both. Initiating Limit Break: Udder Destruction.”

Tifa let her bra drop. Rather than drifting limply, it fell like a stone and hit the floor as if she’d dropped an anvil. The floor dented hard, sinking several inches as it nearly caved from the pressure of the weighted cups of her bra. She had found the extra weight useful for training, but more importantly it was the only thing that would keep some breasts as big as hers from jiggling even more wildly than they did. She breathed a sigh of relief to let them hang loose, almost twice as big as the already huge boobs appeared earlier.

Scarlet gawked as she registered all this information.

“What… I don’t… your trashy little show won’t change anything! You’re still poor and weak no matter how big your tits are!” she insisted.

Scarlet whirled towards Tifa, throwing a high kick as her dress flipped up from the momentum. She didn’t hit Tifa so much as she hit the afterimage of the brunette, shocked when it didn’t connect. Tifa had moved at lightning speed, dropping to a crouch.

“Seventh Heaven!” she announced and unleashed a barrage of seven punches to Scarlet’s pussy. She was out of the way before she even had time to scream, zipping behind her in a brown and white blur. Her boob jiggling around obnoxiously as she’d probably have some chest and back pain the next day, but it felt worth it to shut the snooty blonde up.

Scarlet gawked and gurgled in pain, doubling over as she clutched her pussy. She couldn’t even keep track of Tifa’s movements until she felt the huge breasts mash against her back. Tifa grabbed and pulled up on Scarlet’s thong, wedgying it up her ass and pussy. She howled as she was lifted off the floor, dangling by her underwear as Tifa’s new strength was uninhibited by the usual weight of her constraining bra.

She bounced Scarlet from it like a sling before tossing her up into the air. Scarlet flew high enough to smack into the ceiling, giving a pathetic grunt as her face and tits splatted against the hard surface. The wealthy blonde was barely starting to fall back down when Tifa shot back up after her, kneeing her in the back. She wailed and arched as she was popped back up, just to smack into the ceiling yet again. Tifa planted her feet on the ceiling as Scarlet started to fall, just to kick back and do a full somersault before stomping both of her boots down on the blonde’s exposed boobs. Her eyes went wide as she screamed in agony, her big fake tits squashed beneath the cheap but still perfectly effective work boots.

“Damn, this is a relief! You know when you take a bra off after a hard day’s work?” Tifa sighed with a smile. Scarlet just coughed weakly, eyes watering as she tried to pull Tifa’s legs away from her aching chest and swollen hard nipples.

“Well, I guess you wouldn’t. You don’t work hard and you don’t even wear a bra,” Tifa realized. “Ah well. You get what I mean.”

Feeling invigorated by her abrupt weight loss, Tifa stepped back and dipped her foot under Scarlet’s back. She gave a swift kick that flung her body into the air as easily as a loose piece of laundry (minus her several hundred-pound bra). Scarlet’s body popped up with some limp flailing before Tifa unleashed a barrage of punches, hitting hard enough to emit resounding booming noises. Scarlet’s clothes tore and flew off her wherever Tifa struck, and soon the well-dressed billionaire was a mess of bruises, running makeup and loose, sweaty hair. Tifa’s fists kept squashing her tits out of shape or beating in her belly before the brunette spiked her into the floor with a swift blow to the ribs, landing her in a panting heap at her feet.

Scarlet mewled as she felt Tifa grab her by the hair.

“No! No please! Wait!” Scarlet pleaded as Tifa dragged her to her knees. She was left face to face with the massive breasts that threatened to burst through the simple fabric, Tifa’s hard nipples poking at the top like primed little warheads.

“I’ve had enough of your mouth,” Tifa decided. She swung her shoulders and her hefty breasts smacked Scarlet across the face. Her head snapped almost as badly as one of the punches, the heavy milkers making her wonder if she somehow had a second armored bra on beneath it. Tifa lifted her shirt enough to let the heavy tits bounce out and hugged Scarlet’s face in between them. The plump, soft flesh engulfed her nose and mouth, leaving only the blonde’s eyes with her tears and running eyeliner running down her cheeks exposed. Her eyes started to roll as her panting and sobbing started to use up the last of her remaining air, but Tifa suddenly yanked her back out of her breasts.

“On second thought… there’s one last thing I want to hear out of you,” Tifa declared. She pushed Scarlet’s shoulder, forcing her to face away from her. She hooked her arms under the blonde’s, pulling them back behind her as her plump tits rested menacingly on either side of her face. They clapped together, ringing Scarlet’s ears before Tifa leaned back. She hooked her legs and arms to grasp the wealthy bitch’s limbs while lifting her straight up into the air. Scarlet was held suspended in the intense romero hold while she screamed her lungs out, her arms and legs bent backward in midair as her tits and bare pussy were thrust out towards the ceiling.

“You give?!” Tifa insisted as their simple slap fight had clearly escalated. Her refreshed body and muscles felt like she could do this all day, but she had a team to catch up with.

“YES! YES! LET ME GO! OH GOD! OH SHINRA!” the broken blonde screamed in reply.

A triumphant little ditty played overhead as Tifa dumped Scarlet onto the floor beside her. She stood back up and lifted her bra back up with the sound of grinding stone on steel. She glanced at the guards, who all nervously backed off after seeing her move at such ridiculous speeds. She was gone before they could decide otherwise, leaving them to rush over and try to revive the groaning and weeping Scarlet.

“We’ve got to wait for her,” Barret insisted as Cid held the airship hovering near the roof. The rest of the party fended off incoming drones and robots and pterodactyl things until they saw Tifa come sprinting up the stairs at surprising speed. She waved to the airship and Cid quickly started to pull out. It creaked slightly as she threw her bra onto the docking bay first, then leapt on herself.

Tifa easily covered the ground, but this was the reason she hated having her bra off. Her jugs bounced and smacked together, making her flinch and throwing off her balance. She let out a quick “Whoaa!” she stumbled forward and her giant boobs smacked into Aerith’s face, pinning her to the deck of the ship.

“Sorry! Lost my balance for a second. You okay?”

“Fine,” Aerith squeaked. The flower girl was blushing heavily as Tifa climbed off and helped her up. “You look, uh… different, Tifa.”

“I was just trying out a new Limit Break,” she said, gesturing as she lifted up her bra. “Works pretty well.”

“I’ll say,” the team’s healer muttered, eying up her heavily hanging chest. “Maybe you should try it more often. Like maybe while we’re sparring sometime… haha! Or not. Whatever is fine. Forget I said anything! Anyway, let’s go save the world, huh?”