Tifa's Bra Battle II: Aerith's Booty Buster (Patreon)

After my original Tifa’s Bra Buster story, I’d left some breadcrumbs about Aerith having a crush on her. Someone suggested Tifa misreading that as training her in ass-based combat, and I finally started piecing those ideas together. I slid in a few memes and things but it’s basically that! Lots of butt bumps, facesits and things like that.

I imagine some sequel, but unsure where to bring it next. I’ve got Yuffie in the loop now, but unsure what she’d be using. I also tease at a return of Scarlet but not sure where I’d go with that either. People just like a big climax and then a “there’ll be more” line at the end, whether or not there is any.

Things had gone far off the expected path for Cloud and his party of rebel heroes. They were on the run from the world-threatening Shinra corporation while striking back wherever they could. They had evaded them long enough to catch their breath at Costa Del Sol, a sunny beachside resort town. It gave them enough of a break to fit in some rest and training under more comfortable conditions. In particular, Tifa and Aerith had been sparring in private whenever possible. Ever since Tifa had singlehandedly defeatedly Scarlet with her tit-centric attacks after shedding her weighted “training bra,” the more leanly built spellcaster was eager to practice under her.

The girls ended up relaxing in an outdoor spring, cooling off from the day of intense practice. Yuffie splashed around on her own while Aerith and Tifa leaned back against the edge of the water. The quiet brown-haired girl glanced towards Tifa as the strong brunette leaned back against the bath’s edge. Her muscles were one thing to behold, but her famously huge breasts bobbed at the top of the water. Aerith was nowhere near as endowed as she was, but she had started putting on some curves since their training. It had led to her learning a rather different technique from Tifa’s Bra Buster.

“You really had some moves out there today,” Tifa praised her with a confident smile.

“Do you really think so?” Aerith asked sheepishly. She was a freedom fighter trying to help save the world, but she also lacked the brashness of Tifa.

“Definitely. You should try out your new Limit Break next time we get into a real fight.”

She reached out of the bath and fished through her bag. Her hand came back out with what looked like a keycard, flourishing it with a wink towards Aerith.

“And I think we might have just the thing. What do you say to a girls only mission tonight?”

“Woohoo! Girl’s night!” Yuffie chimed as the short-haired ninja came splashing over.

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There was a small and discrete weapons facility built near Costa Del Sol. A bit of espionage by the party had dug up the spot that was supplying the nearby Shinra outposts with the majority of their swords and guns, so robbing them blind and blowing up what was left felt like an easy victory without triggering anything major on Shinra’s radar.

Getting in proved no trouble at all. Some common guards and Shinra mutants and robots got in their way but were taken down by Tifa’s fists, Yuffie’s blade and Aerith’s staff before they could alert anyone else.

“Got ‘em!” Yuffie announced as she shouldered a huge sack of magic weapons. Recruiting the pesky thief had proven more beneficial than they originally expected.

“Great. Planting the charges. Let’s bail out and blow this place to kingdom come,” Tifa advised.

The girls sprinted back for the exit but a blonde woman in a sleek business suit stood and slacks in their way. She had straight, chin-length hair and a serious expression on her face, giving off all the professional but powerful air of The Turks; some of Shinra’s top assassins and special agents.

“Special Agent Elena at your service,” she said stiffly. She rolled up the cuffs of her long sleeved suit, clearly preparing herself for some action.

“What’s one of the Turks doing at a beach like this?” Tifa asked as she took on a ready stance herself.

“My supervisors thought I could use some loosening up,” Elena muttered, frowning for a moment. “But I knew that staying alert and on duty would pay off!”

“Pay THIS! Hi-ya!”

Yuffie grabbed one of the longswords from her sack of loot and flung it at Elena. The blonde dodged swiftly in place, shifting her weight to fluidly avoid the spinning blade. She caught the flat of the blade between her fingers and threw it aside with a casual grace. Tifa had taken the distraction to leap in and throw a few fierce punches and kicks at her. Elena frowned again and shifted backward, but she still raised her arms and legs to block each of the swings. Tifa threw a high kick at her head and Elena raised her forearm, stopping it despite the heavy force behind the blow. She grabbed and swung Tifa around by the leg, but she flipped and landed neatly back on her feet.

“She’s not bad,” Tifa noted, clearly a bit impressed.

She held up a hand, showing the radio she’d plucked from Elena’s belt. The blonde’s eyes went wide as Tifa dropped and crushed it underfoot.

“Which is why… Aerith. You got this.”

“Wh-what?!” The spellcaster looked similarly surprised, squeezing her metal staff tightly. She was only dressed in her usual boots and long pink dress for the warm weather.

“You got this. You can beat her on your own. Just warm up a little and then use the Limit Break when you’re good and ready. We’ll be waiting at the rendezvous so we can blast this place with you safe back with the rest of us.”

Tifa flashed her a thumbs up and pulled on Yuffie’s arm, leading her to the side of the room to leave Aerith and Elena to settle things.

“Are you kidding me? Fight me seriously!” Elena demanded in a suddenly impatient tone.

The remaining heroine took a steadying breath. Her normally calm or nervous expression settled as she took on a determined look. She set her staff down, leaning up against a large computer as she faced Elena. Much to the Turk’s surprise, she raised a leg carefully and reached under her dress. With a bit of shifting between her hands and legs, Aerith stepped out of her boots and removed her thong.

“What do you think you’re doing?! This is no time to be strip-”

Elena suddenly went wide-eyed as Aerith dropped the underwear. For how tiny the garment was, it hit the metal floor with a booming CLANG! It was as if the thong was made of several pounds of steel. What’s more, Elena could have sworn she heard a gelatinous jiggling sound as Aerith’s dress shifted on her figure. With the powerful thong removed, large and curvy after she had been training to bulk up. Now it was free to stick out like she was smuggling a watermelon behind her.

“Wh-what… what the hell are you doing, you crazy hooker!?” Elena demanded, stunned in absolute shock by her opponent suddenly going commando without her armored underwear.

“Well I was training with Tifa earlier. I don’t quite have the same boobs she does, so I went with… well, something else. What we’re starting to call my Booty Buster style.”

“Are you trying to tell me you’re going to beat me with that… that dumptruck butt of yours!?” Elena snapped with a grimace.

She had just barely joined the Turks and having to degrade herself to fighting someone so idiotic felt insulting.

“It’s not just a dumptruck. It’s a weapon!” Aerith declared as proudly as she could manage.

There was still a hint of uncertainty to her voice as always, even if she actually had quite a lot of confidence in her new moves. The dignity of the style might be in question but it was even more effective in a fight than her magic.

Elena rolled her eyes and shifted her fighting stance, sprinting forward and covering the ground between them in the blink of an eye. She drew her hand back for a karate chop but Aerith ducked away frantically. Elena frowned at what seemed like a childish cower, but the mage swung her hips out as she ducked back. The charging blonde ran right into Aerith’s thickened ass, the cheeks softly squashing against her stomach before it suddenly felt like she had run into a boulder rather than a butt.

“UGHH!” The stuck up blonde’s straight face suddenly went wild as her eyes went wide. Saliva sprayed from her mouth and over the back of Aerith’s loose top.

“How could this be? So soft but hard…” Elena thought frantically as she was stunned by the single butt blow.

“Huh. I guess those glutes really got firmer than I thought over the last couple weeks,” Aerith pondered.

Her wary expression turned to a bright smile as she realized just how effective her fighting style was going to be. Elena carried herself with the professional air of a Turk assassin; the same ones that could hold their own against Cloud or any of the party’s heavy hitters. If one booty bash was enough to hit that hard…

Aerith planted her feet and swung her hips forward and back. The spiral of her waist threw her ass back into Elena’s stomach again, shoving her back several feet until her heels skidded to a stop along the floor. Elena clutched her abdomen where Aerith’s surprisingly firm cheeks had connected, but she grit her teeth angrily as she steeled herself.

“Your slutty style isn’t enough to stop me! I’m an official Turk, you know!” the blonde declared.

Her cool and level head had clearly been disrupted as she charged for Aerith. She feinted drawing back for a punch before she leapt high into the air, planting her feet on the ceiling and launching herself back down at the mage. Elena went into a full flip before locking her legs around Aerith’s neck, dragging her to the ground with a head scissor. Her thighs locked tightly around the brunette’s head, making her gag briefly in the leglock.

“Your goofy trick won’t work twice on me,” Elena scoffed, brushing some of her bangs from her face.

“And if I go for your upper body, you’re powerless. Isn’t that right, you thicc-headed… wha… AHHH!”

Elena was caught up in her mockery, enjoying the sight of Aerith squirming between her legs. It was normal with her victims when they were about to lose consciousness, but she hadn’t counted on Aerith being as surprisingly flexible as she was with the extra power to her thighs and ass. She bent nimbly at the waist to push all her weight on her shoulders, almost in a handstand while still in Elena’s head scissors. It made her dress flip up to her waist, angling herself so that her big and shapely butt was right in the blonde’s face. It jiggled for a moment as Aerith achieved the leverage she needed to flip over and slam her butt over, landing on Elena and flipping out of the hold to splatter Elena’s head hard to the floor.

“UGH!” she blurted as her eyes rolled, barely visible past Aerith thick ass cheeks. Without her thong on, it left her bare buns squashing over her nose and mouth.

“Ha! Not so mouth when you’re not on top, are you?” Aerith laughed as she realized her counter had paid off.

She wrapped her legs around Elena’s neck, raising her hips enough to hook them under her head. It just pulled the blonde’s face deeper between her buns, which were somehow even deeper and thicker than Elena was expecting. The reverse headscissor was tight enough with Aerith’s strong glutes and thighs but the butt cheeks jiggling in her face were more than enough to cut off her oxygen.

Elena managed to plant her elbows and twist away, expertly breaking Aerith’s leverage with her legs and break out to gasp for air. She spat out the taste of the brunette’s sweat and ass as she crawled away on all fours. She couldn’t believe she was losing, especially against their weakest party member. ESPECIALLY in such a humiliating fashion where Aerith wasn’t even using her hands!

“Not so fast!” Aerith called out.

Elena realized with a chill that the voice was much higher up than her standing height. She looked over her shoulder, still on all fours as she saw Aerith had leapt into the air. She spread out her legs to put all her weight into her hips. It brought her rocketing down like a meteor as her curvy ass rearranged the curve of Elena’s spine, making her scream out from the flying butt bomb. Her mouth hung open in shocked pain as she reached desperately out for anything to pull herself free and found nothing.

“Who would have thought you Turks made for such comfy seats? Was that part of your training?”

The initially nervous Aerith giggled as she saw that she was controlling the pace of the fight. Elena was still gagging and struggling to escape but even without the weighted thong Aerith’s devastatingly curvy ass had her pinned. The breathless blonde gasped as Aerith sat back up at last, and it took most of the rookie Turk’s energy to scramble back to her feet. She still winced as she held her back.

“You’ll pay for this, you rebel scum,” Elena warned through gritted teeth.

She rushed at Aerith and threw a high kick at her head, but all the training with weighted underwear had made her bottom-heavy and fast. She threw her weight into her hips, easily ducking and dodging around it. Aerith made an impressive leap into the air, swinging her hips again so her extra thick ass slapped across her face. With her dress still mostly raised from the flip earlier, the smack meatily and noisily echoed through the facility as a large red print was left on Elena’s face.

The blonde’s head whipped with the blow and her legs stumbled underneath her before crumbling to her knees. The punchdrunk look on her face and her ragdolled arms made Aerith giggle as she lifted up her dress. Elena was barely conscious enough to flinch at the sight of the pale booty, faintly colored around the sides from her tanning on the beach.

“Looks like the perfect time to try this one out,” she noted to herself as she shoved her butt back into her foe’s face.

“Tectonic Twerk!”

Aerith thrust her hips out backward and started shaking her ass, swinging the meat of her cheeks rapidly out and in. The back and forth swing brought them swinging like boxing gloves pummeling her left and right, just for Elena’s face to get caught on the other cheek before it came smacking back. She was bright red with both humiliation and pain from the booty barrage as her eyes rolled and she moaned, her drool and sweat dripping out onto the floor. She could barely choke out a few pleading squeaks and moans as she was knocked absolutely silly, leaning into her pillowy butt listlessly.

By the time Aerith pulled back away, Elena’s head was still rolling listlessly back and forth. She groaned and drooled over what was once her immaculate suit, which was additionally off center from the pummeling she’d been taking. Aerith smirked and gave a short hop into the air, her deceptive speed zipping behind Elena before thrusting her hips back. A quick jab from her ass sent Elena flying through the air, screaming as she was rocketed around by the booty blow. Aerith just kept dashing ahead of her, there to slam her with another booty slap to the face or crushing her belly or breasts with her powerful ass. Elena was left staggering or launched back and forth until Aerith went whizzing past her, her right butt cheek squashing like a boxing glove with the force of a speeding train into her face. The turk flew head over heels backward before crumbling to the floor face down with her own butt up in the air in a pathetic display.

“Wow! I never really won a fight like this before,” Aerith chimed, jumping up and down with glee. She was starting to like the fact that she could feel her butt bouncing with every jump, now that she was sure it was a devastating weapon. She clapped her hands while barely noticing that her cheeks were clapping at almost the same rhythm.

“Y… no… you can’t,” Elena moaned quietly, still unable to move. “I’m… of the elite Turks…”

“You really are tough. I can’t let you just follow us out… ooh!”

Aerith snapped her fingers as an idea struck her. Elena was clearly taking herself much more seriously, so she grabbed her by the belt. With a few quick yanks and whining protests, Aerith stripped her buck naked in the middle of the facility floor.

“H-hey! Give those back!” Elena wailed helplessly.

“Sure. Go get them yourself.”

Aerith threw the suit and underwear out the window, much to the blonde’s dismay. She tried to reach up for the window still in her face down position, but Aerith sat down abruptly. It slapped her ass against Elena’s, spanking her with her own butt and forcing her to feel the difference between her tight ass and Aerith’s outright weapon of a dumptruck.

“Now THIS! Is WHY! You DON’T! MESS! WITH! MY PARTY!!” Aerith warned with each word accented by a strong slam of her butt, crushing Elena’s cheeks flat with her dominant booty. The meaty buns made a noisy clap as they stung the beaten Turk’s butt, making her cry for mercy.

“I’ll stop! Please! I’ll quit chasing you!” Elena pleaded. “I promise promise promise just get that… that thing away from meeee!”

Aerith finally drew back, the sweat of their bodies making their skin stick together just long enough to add to Elena’s discomfort to her stinging cheeks. They were bright red and sore from Aerith’s powerful spanking as the mage finally stepped away.

“I think this Booty Buster style will really pay off… not that I’m sure I can use it in front of Cloud and the others. But… just to be sure…”

Elena’s watery eyes looked up sluggishly, just in time to see Aerith go to a nearby folding chair. She lifted up the steel chair and Elena’s eyes went wide right as it came crashing down on her face.

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Aerith returned to her party to give them the okay, taking her time getting back as she redressed herself properly. They blew up the facility to cripple Shinra in the area, but it was plenty of time for Elena to wake up and scramble naked out of the building. She cursed under her breath as she redressed in the woods, While Tifa, Aerith and Yuffie shared celebratory drinks, Elena bitterly reported back to her superiors.

She was surprised when she wasn’t scolded for her loss. In fact, after a moment they asked her to hold for a special recommendation.

“So they got to you too, did they?” Chairwoman Scarlet asked sternly.

“Er… yes, I suppose,” Elena admitted.

“Don’t take it too hard. That big-titted freak and her fatass friend are real monsters and a threat to Shinra. It’s why I’m working on gathering a special unit to take these bitches out!!!”

Elena’s eyes went wide at the obvious outrage in the Shinra leader’s voice. She nodded carefully.

“Oh… I see. Well let me know if there’s anything I can do to help bring these villains to justice.”

“Report to Facility 69 as soon as possible. And what’s your bra size, soldier?”

Elena frowned. She didn’t like where this idea was headed.