How the argument began, nobody could say for sure. Perhaps it was about sharing the remote, where both women wanted to watch their favorite TV show? While Cercux had a deep-seated love for comedies, Apex preferred to watch MMA matches on the Sports Network. Maybe it began over which was the best planet in the Milky Way? After all, both alien warriors visited worlds across the cosmos, whether that was for pleasure, conquest, or capturing targets. Who knows, perhaps it started over their favorite color?

Regardless of the reason, Apex and Cercux fought like cats and dogs. It was the same song & dance, just another day. The house echoed with their voices, enough that Alex blasted music in his bedroom to shut them out and Alice hung out with friends at the Clearwater Mall. For their part, Revi read a book in the other room; after centuries on the battlefield alongside Cercux, the pink-skinned alien was accustomed to their compatriot's volume.

Eventually, the argument spilled into other topics, as these stubborn idiots were wont to do. With her gold and black eyes twitching, Apex glared up Cercux. At eight feet tall, the purple alien towered over her red-haired roommate. The heavy weight on her neck only made Apex feel shorter.

Through gritted teeth, Apex muttered, "Get them. Off me.”

“Huh? Who said that?" Playfully, Cercux looked left-and-right. Not once did she glance down; after all, whoever paid attention to the ants one trod upon? "Huh, how strange! I don't see anyone! Certainly not puny shrimps who're always late on rent!”

Sharply, Apex cracked her knuckles. She resisted the urge to withdraw her bone blades and hack her roommate to pieces. While few warriors were brave enough to challenge Cercux Callisto, the former Champion of the Droanian Empire, to a fistfight, Apex knew no fear. Literally. The red-haired alien was pretty sure fear was cut from her brain while still in her test tube. Only the Epimethean knew for sure.

“You know damn well who…!”

“Oh, Apex! What are you doing there?"

Finally, Cercux glanced down. A broad grin split across her lips. Like two smothering pillows, her breasts rested upon Apex's head, each large as watermelons. The round mounds were heavy too, enough that Apex nearly bent over double.

With a chuckle, Cercux said, "Be more careful! I almost snapped your spine under my boobies! My massive fucking tiddies.”

“Stop it.”

“What? I’m just talking about my gigantic milk jugs. These sweater-tearing chest puppies.”

“Stop it!”

“Oh, come on! We’re both girls!" Cercux caught Apex into a headlock and delivered a noggie straight to her scalp. The red-haired alien squirmed wildly, clawing the air. "Everyone's got ‘em!"

When Apex pried herself free, Cercux puffed her chest out proudly. Nobody could ignore how much that bosom jiggled. The purple alien's striped shirt only made her chest look larger and the cleavage deeper. Truly, anyone who wondered too close could dive between those breasts and never see daylight again.

"I just gave honker-bonker, doinky-boinkies. My fucking fabric-stretching, wind-flapping, gravity welling, sex mounds! Just because they’re bigger, heavier, and curvier than your itty-bitty milk duds don’t mean a thing!”

For extra 'oomph,' Cercux waggled her hips. Apex glared silently, then spat on the floor.

“My chest is perfectly fine as is!" The red-haired alien snarled like a tigress and tapped her chest. While Cercux was indeed larger, Apex wasn't hurting in the chest department either. As always, she wore a silvery-gray sports bra and bottoms that hugged her curves tight. Between the polished biceps, abs, and thighs on Apex, the alien warrior looked like she walked straight out of an MMA cage after pummeling her opponent into a fine red paste.
"I simply lack the excess fat you’ve built up! Such a pity.”

Cercux let out a laugh and flexed her biceps. Muscles rippled and bulged beneath her purple skin, struggling to push each other out of the way in an effort to reach the top. Veins popped and sinew stretched across the beefy arms. Strength emanated from the former Champion like a thick musk, positively reeking of sweat, power, sweat, bloodlust, and more sweat.

“Mm, spoken like a true amateur! It takes skill to juggle both muscle and fat! With these huge honking hooters, I can fight perfectly well and have a back-up energy reserve so I can fight longer!” Cercux tugged at her collar, making the colossal chest bounce up-and-down. Each breast was hefty, yet jiggly, and weighed heavier than lead. “That, and it makes for good weight training! When these puppies shrink during a fight, I can move faster and hit harder!”

Cercux smiled toothily. Due to her chest’s jaw-dropping size, few bras could contain them. When out of the house, she relied on a custom-made binder to restrain them. Right now, however, her dinner plate-sized nipples bled through the black-and-white shirt.

“Honestly, I'm shocked you didn’t know such a simple fact! Even idiots know that much!”

Apex let out a hiss as hackles rose on her neck. Claws sprang from her fingertips as she glared down her towering roommate.

“Why must morons be so chatty? Because I don't waste my time lounging around every day, stuffing my face with greasy junk, I actually train more! I fight more and hone my skills!" With a snort, Apex rolled her shoulders. She grew weary of this argument. Why didn't they just step outside already and pummel each other to a pulp? Altrax help her, Apex wanted to kill something and fast. "Maybe if you stayed in shape, you won’t need extra energy…”

Cercux rolled her eyes, but maintained a smile. This catgirl would be the death of her, seriously.

“Hmph! Feels like we're talking past each other. So how about this?” Cercux slapped her chest, making the bountiful bosom bounce. Given their weight, the purple breasts were like sandbags. “Punch me, right here! Throw all your weight into it! If you can knock me over in under an hour, you win. If you can’t, I win. Sound fair?”

Cercux waggled a finger.

“But don’t be clever and hit me anywhere else, okay? No sweeps, no gut punches. Just my melons. Got it?”

“…What?” Apex tilted her head to one side. “You… want me to hit you?”

“Yes!” Cercux beat a fist on her chest. The fabric strained, struggling against the alien warrior's strength. In her heyday, Cercux was known to demolish whole armies with her bare fists and throw mountains at starships from orbit. No man-made outfit lasted long when worn by Cercux. It wrecked total havoc on her clothing budget. “Strike me in the tatas! In the girls! On my mommy milkers! So long as you don't take any cheap shots, I promise not to fight back!"

Apex narrowed her eyes. This must be some kinda trap. While the red-haired alien knew her wit wasn't as sharp as her claws, Apex wasn't a fool. Cercux was too clever to allow herself to be hit by a fellow warrior.

On the other hand, Apex was pissed. She'd wasted half the afternoon arguing like a child. What's more, how often did a golden opportunity pass by? Once, maybe twice in a lifetime? She had to take the bait.

So, without hesitation, Apex reared her arm back as much as possible. Muscles creaked and sinew stretched like elastic. A hearty coating of bone burst through Apex's skin, protecting her like a gauntlet. A brilliant light flashed across Apex's golden eyes and her claws dug grooves on the kitchen's tiled floor, bracing herself.

Then, with enough force to make a cannonball look like a peashooter, Apex threw her fist. The knuckles slammed straight into Cercux's enormous chest. The air cracked like thunder, and a large crack split across the wall behind the purple alien.

A hiss escaped between Cercux's teeth. Her shoes scrapped across the kitchen floor, leaving black scorch marks. Among the alien warriors in the Milky Way Galaxy, Apex was among the strongest, fiercest, and deadliest. Few foes could match Droanian's former Champion in combat, but Apex gave Cercux a run for her money. Even with the dense cushion of her colossal chest, that hurt like hell.

"Sweet ever-living Christ!" thought Cercux. Her vision faded in-and-out, but through sheer determination, the purple alien remained upright and conscious. "She's been packing that kinda heat!? Isn't she supposed to be the lightning type? You know, gals who hit fast and often, but not hard? Feels like someone hit me with a proton cannon!"

Clutching her chest, Cercux breathed heavily. She blinked back tears before a toothy grin split across her face, however strained.

“Th-that... that the best you've got?” said Cercux, coughing a little. She gave a thumbs up. “Keep ‘em coming, girlie! I can take whatever you throw at me!”

Briefly, blood blinded Apex's vision. Veins popped across her skull and her knuckles cracked like gunshots. She fell into a steeper stance as she reared back for another punch.

"Oh yeah? Then let's see how you handle... this!!!"

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About some fifty minutes later, Revi strolled into the kitchen. They had a hankering for some Chinese and last week's leftovers should still be good. Possibly. Maybe. Revi wasn't that picky when it came to food; so long as it still had some zest to it, the pink-skinned alien was happy to chow down on anything. Even if the fungal colony on their food was so advanced that it developed a written language, politics, and a system of arithmetic that could revolutionize modern mathematics.

Ater all, Apex and Cercux had fallen quiet. Perhaps they kissed and made up, maybe went to devour a buncha biker punks? Whenever the two idiots fought, they always found peace by making their problems somebody else's. Their friendship was almost cute, if it didn't cause Revi and everyone else such a headache.

When Revi walked past the morning bar, however, they froze on the spot. Apex and Cercux were still here.

"Oh, sorry girls! I didn't... mean to..." Revi raised an eyebrow. "... interrupt?"

Across the kitchen, Apex and Cercux stood tall. Well, almost. They certainly tried to look bold, strong, and full of confidence. Instead, the two alien warriors wobbled on their feet. Apex clutched and unclutched her hands, which tingled like an ant colony marched beneath her skin, while Cercux's chest was red and raw. Not only that, but her shirt hung off her body in tatters, exposing the rippling abs and boulder-sized breasts beneath.

With a faint huff, Revi prodded their own chest.

"Dammit. Is she getting bigger, or am I getting smaller? Maaan!" Revi rolled their eyes. "Why do idiots get all the perks?"

More than just Cercux's clothes were ravaged. Behind the purple alien, a crater the size of a sixteen-wheeler tore through the kitchen wall. The backyard fence was smashed to pieces and a neighbor's house reduced to rubble. A water pipe broke somewhere, sprinkling water over the charred concrete and splintered wood.

"... it's a good thing the Hendersons are on vacation," muttered Revi under their breath. The pink-skinned alien rubbed the back of their neck. "Else, we'd have to dig fresh graves in the backyard. Again."

"Gonna... call it... quits yet!?" asked Apex, her breathing haggard like she ran a hundred-mile marathon. Sweat rolled down the cat-like alien's body, skating between her cut muscles like water in a rain drain. "You can... barely... stand!"

Tears welled in Cercux's eyes. Her body hurt from head-to-toe, and her knees knocked together back-and-forth. While she was bruised and weary, however, her warrior spirit wasn't broken yet. With a lopsided grin, the purple alien stamped her feet on the ground.

"P-please! You under, underestimate th-the power of t-titty!" Cercux pounded her chest, only to bite her lip and swallow down tears. While black-and-blue, the bountiful bosom still swung with the best of them with nipples hard as diamonds. "I'm st-still sssstanding! Nothing c-can knock me down!"

With a sigh, Revi zipped over to the duo with a sparkle of electricity. Before Apex could throw another punch, they caught the catgirl by the wrist. In the same breath, they also tapped Cercux on the forehead. Like a zeppelin that gravity suddenly caught hold of, the purple alien slumped forward and landed on their friend's shoulder.

"How about you two agree to disagree, eh?" asked Revi. The pink-skinned alien looked between the duo. "Everyone knows tits and butts are great. There's no need to prove one is superior over the other."

Her face buried in Revi's neck, Cercux mumbled weakly. "That's what a coward would say..."

"I don't even care anymore." Apex slumped onto the floor, winded beyond belief. Her gaze tilted toward at the ceiling as her vision faded in-and-out. "How'd we go from which taco place to eat lunch to butts & boobs anyhow?"

Revi sighed and shook their head. How in Altrax's good name did these idiots cook up such ideas? Only a genius or a madman could figure out that riddle. If these two chuckleheads could agree on something for more than two seconds, however, human civilization could be reduced to rubble. As such, Revi was content to watch them bicker.

"How about we order burgers instead?" Revi glanced between their roommates. "Sound good?"

The alien warriors groaned weakly, but nodded their heads. Soon enough, their plates were full of delicious burgers. Apex got a double tuna and salmon burger with tartar sauce, while Cercux ate a beef patty with ham steak and extra cheese on a seedless bun. The red-haired alien wolfed her meal down in seconds while the former Champion gnoshed on her lunch slowly, savoring every bite.

Between her empty hands and haunting flavor of fish on her tongue, Apex felt regret twang her heart like a plucked guitar string. She glanced over to Revi, who enjoyed an order of French Fries sprinkled over Chinese leftovers, then to Cercux. With every bite, the purple alien let out a hearty moan. Thick, golden cheese oozed from the pale bun while moisture glistened off the ham. The lettuce and tomato looked crisp as a salad while the sweet, yet savory aroma of ketchup and mustard filled the air.

As a bead of drool rolled down her chin, Apex clutched her chest.

"... On second thought, maybe she's right?." Apex snorted sharply and folded both arms across her ample chest. "Pffft, whatever! Not like it matters! Only idiots care about a lady's curves anyway. Muscles are where it's at! Duh!"

With that, the alien trio enjoyed their lazy afternoon to the fullest, and by the late evening, they forgot the whole affair. Revi invited their friends to a heavy metal concert, where they head-banged with the best of them and devoured a third-rate band backstage. Cercux cleaned her teeth with a drumstick while Apex laid upon a bloated belly, large, round, and full of meat. Gastric gurgles were drowned out by the thunderous music, so there was peace at last between the friends.

... until next time, but that's another story.

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Art by the optimistic and open-hearted  Ophiuco
Apex belongs to  ruler101

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