Alright. Time for chapter 3. Not much more to say about this, but since my last post, I'm bounced back on forth on other stories I want to do. I've been considering a few short one shots to tide me over until I can get to the stuff I really want, so I'm constantly changing my mind on other new stuff. I've got my story backlog though so regular updates will continue for a bit even after this story is done, hopefully until I can do everything I want.
On a completely different note, I started this topic a while back (viewtopic.php?f=23&t=5276
), and to my own surprise, I actually started writing the story I spoke of there. That's the first time that something came to me like that and I just started doing it. It's even almost done since I purposely chose to make it short. The only issue is I have no idea where I'm going to put it, as it doesn't fit the theme of this site and I don't feel it's quite right for any other place. I suppose I'll figure it out once I'm done. Anyway, I've kept you waiting long enough, so lets get back to the War Wedding.
Chapter 3: Elphelt's Enemy Engagement
Elphelt Valentine was in love....
She was engaged to engagement.
And she was married to marriage.
That's always been the key thing about Elphelt: She was more enamoured with the ideas of love, marriage and all things in between then the actual acts. That's why she was so obsessed with them. That didn't mean she'd never loved anyone: she loved her sister Ramlethal, but only as a sister. For Elphelt, true love and a real wedding and marriage were always out of reach...that is until now.
All she needed was the willingness to fight for it, and she had that in spades.
It was the strangest fight ever: Warrior Wife vs Battling Bride, with a wedding on the line. Charging each-other, Elphelt and Elphelt immediately launched high kicks at her twins head. There was a loud thud, and a crackle of energy as their feet met with equal power, giving both a figurative shock.
'Oh wow! She's really strong!
' Both women realized this would not be an easy fight, even for her. Not too surprising considering who they were fighting against, but knowing something and truly experiencing it were different things. 'But I'll show her how strong I am!
' This was a battle for their future...and their wedding dresses (she couldn't forget that). It was strange to be in a fight where marriage was actually guaranteed no matter who won, but that didn't mean she'd be lazy about it. Just picturing herself in her dress walking down the alter gave both of them the energy to fight all out.
Still high on the thought of their future wedding, both pulled out wine bottles and fired the corks at the other. The two projectiles collided in mid air without causing damage to the intended target. Elphelt and Elphelt tried to kick at each-other again, this time trying low kicks, but only managed to strike foot with foot. Both winced slightly, but were undeterred and tried again, switching feet, only to cancel out the others attack with her own a second time.
“Not bad me! But my womanhood will definitely conquer this battle!” One of them said.
“No way! Even if you are me, you can't defeat my womanhood!” The other countered.
Both girls pulled back and then kicked at the mirror image in front of her again.
“ONLY MY WOMANHOOD CAN WIN THIS!”
With that declaration, they kicked at each-other again, and then again, and then over and over. It looked more like a strange dance then fight; both of them holding up the skirts of their wedding dresses, their feet constantly striking each other, and it went on for a few minutes, a perfect stalemate.
Trying to break their deadlock and gain an advantage, both threw feints and attacked with a different foot then usual. The plan worked and both Elphelts were kicked in the shins for their efforts. This led to them both hopping around holding their shins.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” They took a few seconds to recover from this, slightly annoyed. “Ow, my foot! You meanie!” That was no way to treat her future wife. Sure, she was treating her
future wife like that too, but still....
Whatever the case, the first real blow had been struck, and while it wasn't a significant hit, it was something. Still limping slightly, the brides to be opted to stop kicking literally and start kicking things up a notch in a more figurative sense.
“Ow... Nice hit,” Elphelt said, while pulling out the bouquet strapped to her back. “But you haven't beaten me yet!”
“Don't get cocky!” Elphelt grabbed the bouquet off her back as she spoke. “ You're strong, but I'll definitely win!”
“YOU'LL HAVE TO BE STRONGER THAN THIS IF YOU WANT TO MARRY ME!
” With those words, they reeled back with their unorthodox weapons and whacked each-other right in the face.
“Ugh!” It was another first for both of them; Elphelt had never been hit by her own bouquet before. Both women stumbled back a bit, taking a moment to recover.
“This... this will really take some time won't it?”
“Yeah. We're going to be here for a while.
“...if it's for the perfect wedding...”
They both nodded. 'I did promise I'd save her didn't I? So I have to be strong enough to do that, and I have to help her be strong enough to do the same!
' This fight was the first step in their new existence, and both Elphelts knew that if they couldn't conquer this obstacle, neither of them could keep the promise they'd made to each-other.
“Alright! You're gonna propose to me under light of a full moon!” Elphelt yelled while swinging her bouquet at Elphelt.
“Nuh-uh! You're proposing to me under an aurora!” Elphelt attacked with her Bouquet while shouting.
Their weapons clashed against each-other again and again as they leapt about, parrying, thrusting, and swinging at each-other with their bouquets like they were swords, both determined to make sure the first part of their eventual marriage was perfect.
' each woman thought about the proposal the other wanted. '...that does sound pretty romantic!
' Unfortunately, they did this while still in the midst of their battle.
“UMPPPPFH!!!!” They both got hit in the face again, losing their train of thought. “Ack! I lost it!” They glared at the other, very irked now. “What kind of husband ruins her wife's fantasy!?” They immediately started pummeling one another with their weapons.
“I'm not the husband! I'm the wife here!” They swung again at each-other again! “No you're not!Yes I am!”
Thock! They uppercutted each-other into the sky with their bouquets and crashed back to earth.
“Ugh! Am not!”
CRACK!! They smashed the bouquets over the other's head, sending them crashing into the ground again.
“Oooof! Are too!”
They whacked each-other across the face, sending them both spinning, and the world with them.
“Urrrk! Oooooh! You're gonna wear a tuxedo for sure!” Both of them quickly pictured themselves in ugly black Tuxedos. Not surprisingly, this made them start beating each-other harder then before crashing together and kicking up dust cloud that obscured the violence they inflicted on the other except for the occasional foot or hand striking a face, along with a few gunshots. There wasn't room in this marriage for two Brides, or at least that's how it worked in their minds. Unwilling to compromise on the matter (at least at this point), they broke away from each-other and both pulled out Pineberry grenades.
“Take this!” They threw the strawberry shape grenades at each-other, but there was a surprise waiting for them both. The explosive fruits actually hit each-other in mid air, bouncing off of it's opposite...
...and right back at their respective Elphelts, who were left with only seconds to react...
....which was nowhere near long enough as the grenades blew up in their faces.
“Oow....HACK!!!” Both women found themselves laying in large crater from their grenades going off in their faces. Her dress was, without a doubt, very dirty. “Ok.....” They both pulled themselves to their feet, no less determined then before. “...Let's try this!” They threw grenades at the other again. This time, the two objects flew past each-other at their intended target.
“Whuh....?” Seconds later, the two Elphelts were in even larger craters then before. They had both tried to avoid the grenade coming towards them while simultaneously pulling out their handguns and shooting at it. This caused both grenades to be set off early, downing them again.
“A-are you ready....to give up...?” Both women were pretty beat up by now. “N-no....way!” The reply, like the question, was said in perfect unison. “I've waited way too long to be a bride! And I have to prove I'm strong enough to protect you, so I'm gonna beat you!”
They stared each-other down. Raw determination and the dream of walking down the isle drove them on, but...
'She still....wants to help me....?
' Wanting the wedding was one thing. Elphelt always wanted a wedding, but the fact that her twin was still hung up on their earlier promise....'...she really....she really cares!
' The perfect wedding had always meant everything to Elphelt, but now, engaged in a battle for her own hand in marriage, both realized they didn't just want to have the perfect wedding. They wanted to give
the perfect wedding to her twin. It wasn't just her wedding. It was THEIR
wedding, and if they could prove their strength to the other, then they could finally have it.
'She...she's...doing this...for me....
Elphelt couldn't believe what her twin was putting herself through, enduring a utter pounding, and all to make Elphelt happy....because if there was one person on earth that Elphelt wanted to be happy, it was herself.
'She's wonderful! She's the best!
' Now they realized they didn't want to marry each-other out of some obligation, or just because some programming was forcing them too. They wanted to marry each-other for the same reason any two people did. 'I have to be the best for her! I will be the best for her!
' Only one of them could have their dream proposal and marriage, but they could at least show the other that the strength they were using to fight today would be the same strength they would use every day to make the other happy.
“HERE COMES THE BRIDE!” With that declaration, both women transformed their bouquets into gigantic rockets, barreling towards the other. “BRIDAL EXPRESS!” They quickly realized the other was doing the same however. “EEEK!”
SMASH! Not surprisingly, they crashed together, breasts smashing breasts, crotches striking each-other, bellies slapping together, heads cracking against opposing heads like coconuts, and even lips melding into one as they had another inadvertent kiss. “Ugh!” They were a pain filled heap on the ground seconds later.
“....uuuuuhnnn...” That had hurt. Elphelt and Elphelt lay on the ground, twitching. Slowly, they pulled themselves to their feet, practically using the other as grip to do so.
“I won't....give....up....” They wrapped their arms round the other as they spoke, squeezing in a bear hug, even though their knees shook and their bodies were battered beyond belief. “You're me....and...I want...y-you...to...”
'Secondary Protocols still in effect. Initiating weak spot explotation.
They both heard the voice in their heads, but they still had to finish what they were saying.
“....TO BE HAPPY!!!!
They promptly kneed each-other between the legs.
“Oooourk!” Their eyes widened, and hands went down between legs. “Ooooooh....” Even after what they'd endured from each-other, they still hadn't proven their strength. Cheek to cheek, they fell to their knees, bodies resting against each-other.
'She's...she's too much! I-I can't....
' Elphelt was no longer sure if she could win. Her other self was just way too strong.
Slowly, faces turned to meet and eyes met. “You're s-so...strong...” The words were more an admission of defeat than a sign of respect. She couldn't win. She'd failed. But right when they were ready to admit it out loud, they saw the tears in others eyes. “I'm sorry...I want to help you but...” It just seemed hopeless. They'd been fighting with everything they had and neither saw victory in sight...and yet what were their options. What did failure mean for them?
'No....I promised her...I promised everyone! And....
' Despite the pain, they stood, full of new determination. The battle wasn't over. Not yet.
“I'LL WIN THIS, MARRY YOU, AND KEEP MY DRESS!!!!!” Elphelt couldn't let herself down—in either sense of the word—and she wouldn't stop until she'd won. With that thought in mind, they immediately head butted each-other.
“GAAAH!” They went down again, head throbbing after smashing together like hollow logs. Still, they immediately stood back up and punched each-other in their incredible breasts. “YAAAAAAH!” Not anywhere near done, they then grabbed handfuls of those same breasts and started twisting and clawing. “ARRRRRRGH!!!!!!”
And thus, the most unorthodox courtship and marriage proposal continued.
It was hours later; the grunts, yelps and moans of the two battered beyond belief brides echoed throughout the area. Despite everything, the protocols Elphelt and Elphelt had placed still activated whenever they thought it was over, but neither would fail the other. As such, they'd slapped, bit, clawed, punched hair pulled, Bouquet smashed, shot, blown up, head butted, kicked, breast attacked, groin attacked, twisted.....well, the point is, they had really gone at it, and all out of love.
After a particularly vicious exchange that led to them clotheslining each-other off their feet, they rolled away to get some distance apart and then stood again, stunned, and wobbling unsteadily. It took them both a few seconds to regain their senses, but even then, both were still gulping air, exhausted.
“A-are you.... ready?”
“....Y-yes....it's almost done....”
“....then....lets....l-lets end it w-with this!”
“A-alright....get ready to...to f-fall for me!”
After such a lengthy brawl, both felt they could really trust the other to protect her from herself if mother's programming became an issue. In front of her was everything she'd wanted in a husband: strong, protective, handsome....well beautiful really. Now all that was left was to become a proper bride by winning this fight. It seemed like a dream: the next move would decide it all. 'Is today going to be my day?
“MY LAST RESORT.....!” Both girls, knowing the end was near, pulled out Miss Confire (their long range rifles), and brought out a single bullet from their cleavage. They levelled and aimed their weapons at the other. “.....THE MAGNUM WEDDING!!!”
The two girls fired at the same moment, and for a second, as their projectiles travelled through the air, it looked like they'd strike each-other. But then, both bullets sailed past their opposite number by mere inches.
Elphelt and Elphelt had no time to dodge (and likely couldn't have anyway as they were both far too tired) and were shot right in their hearts. As always, the Magnum wedding was dead on.
“......” They stood there, heads bowed, bodies quivering.....and seemingly waiting.
“S-secondary protocol.....achieved...” Then they raised their heads, hearts in their eyes. In the end, they'd never needed to win the fight, just prove they wouldn't lose. A tie was still technically a victory for both, and they had proven they were not weaker then the other, even if they weren't stronger then the other.
“ELPHELT!” Where anyone else would have collapsed from being hit by the magnum wedding (to say nothing of how beaten up both were already), the two future wives seemed to be filled with power as they ran towards each-other over the scarred battlefield. She'd done it. She had finally done it. She'd found someone to marry; someone to make her happy and who she could make happy in turn.
Another collision, with their lips once again engulfing each-other and cutting off the mutual declaration. Double KO.
It didn't matter. When they woke up, they'd still be the happiest women on the planet. Nothing could take that away from either of them.
And there we go. Until the next part.