The first day's research had gone well with the two of them huddled together in the "Wicca" section of the library busily making notes (and enjoying the pleasure of each other's company.) Although they loved each other dearly, Tara was very self-conscious, aware she was an outsider and a bit big and clumsy. She also didn't see herself as sexy as other women, something Willow not only disputed but tried to convince her wasn't an issue for her in any case. Poor Willow did everything she could to put her friend's mind (and other body parts) at ease.

The second day had started equally pleasantly (albeit much later) and the sun was shining brilliantly as the two of them found the excuse to touch hands as they reached for books across the table. Their idyll ended abruptly when a blonde, a little younger than they, appeared from nowhere and dropped with a sigh at the adjacent table. She had gathered a pile of tomes and was furiously scribbling notes - occasionally speaking overly loudly into a mobile phone. From her conversation, the girls deduced the woman's name was Sabrina and Tara would dearly have loved to cast a spell sending the phone somewhere the sun didn't shine - but the library was under the influence of an anti-magic spell that prevented the use of her powers.

But it was Sabrina's shapely figure and sleek attire - sleeveless black leather top, matching leather jeans and ankle boots - that took Willow's breath away. Despite her rather obvious efforts to hide her furtive looks, Tara realized what she was doing and it only added to her insecurity and misplaced feelings of inadequacy. She found herself comparing her own attire - red T-shirt with a green gypsy top that somehow still managed to show off her navel - a long denim skirt and red Doc Marten boots. Still, she decidedly felt second best.

Willow sensed Tara was uncomfortable, but she didn't fathom the reason and suggested they leave the library and go out for a coffee. Tara quickly agreed, wanting to get away from a perceived rival for Willow's attention. She told Willow she'd catch up with her after she put the books back on the shelves. Thinking no more of it Willow put her notes into her bag and, after a quick peck on the cheek, went on her way. Tara gathered up the heap of books and took them back to the stacks. But as she walked past the table toward the aisle, Sabrina was standing there. They studiously ignored one another until Tara had replace the last book on the shelf, then the young witch said something to Tara in an offhand manner.

"I hope you got those back in the proper place, you stupid frump."

"Pardon?" said Tara, taken aback by the witches outburst.

"You heard me, you poorly dressed amateur. This library isn't a place for you and your bitch to make out," snapped Sabrina as she stood erect facing the older, larger Tara.

"What? What'd you just call my girlfriend, you slut?" snapped Tara who'd never felt really angry before, but this leather-clad blonde bimbo was having a strange affect on her.

"You heard me you cloth-eared cow," Sabrina snapped. "I called her a bitch..."

Tara had heard quite enough from the blonde and slapped her with the palm of her right hand. Sabrina staggered back clutching her cheek, genuinely surprised by what had happened.

"Apologize for that right now, you....you bitch!" snarled Tara who was growing angrier by the second.

"Fuck you bitch!" snapped Sabrina as she threw herself into Tara, a method of fighting the Sunnydale witch wasn't used to as she grabbed Tara's hair in both hands and tugged! Tara squealed and instinctively raised her hands and grabbed onto the blonde's hair. They both started pulling and whipping the other side-to-side as they pushed and pulled.

Tara had never before been involved in a fight aside from a few friendly wrestling matches with Willow that she always tried to lose. She'd never seriously considered herself capable of matching Buffy's level of skill. But now, as the blonde began to twist her hair in her fingers, Tara's squealing grew louder and she started to use her left hand to slap at Sabrina, landing several stinging blows on her bare arms and face. Sabrina responded, using her hold on the older woman's hair to shake her as she pulled her around until she had Tara pinned with her back against a bookshelf.

"Let go of me you big fat old dyke!" hissed Sabrina as she slammed Tara back into the bookshelf.

Sabrina grabbed a heavy Eastern European book dating from the 18th Century and slammed it into Tara's head. Tara groaned and put her left hand over Sabrina's face, keeping the other twisted in her hair as she pushed off the bookcase with her ass. Now it was Sabrina who got slammed into a wooden bookcase. As the heavy shelving rocked, several paperbacks tumbled off onto the two spitting, snarling wildcats.

Sabrina's groans were muffled as Tara slammed into her, trapping her body against the heavy wooden bookcase. Sabrina felt the fight had taken a turn down a different road - one she had no desire to travel and that feeling made her struggle even harder to break free. She started to kick out with her feet, but the position she was pinned in made it impossible to land a meaningful blow.

Tara, meanwhile, wasn't sure what to do next. Having pinned Sabrina against the bookcase, she could hold her there and pull at her hair as hard as hers was being pulled, but then what? Sabrina made the decision for her, driving the heel of her right boot down on top of Tara's left foot. Although her Doc Marten boot was a substantial piece of footwear, it still made Tara squeal and take a step back. Sabrina clawed at the elder Wicca's face, forcing her to take still another step back. As Tara backed up, Sabrina dropped her left hand, grabbing a handful of Tara's gypsy top which she used combined with the handful of her light brown hair to twist and her sideways and slam her into the bookcase.

"Let go of my clothes, you nasty bitch!" hissed Tara, her voice showing far more confidence than she felt while grabbing Sabrina's tight leather top with her free hand.

"Stop trying to grope me, you skank!" snarled Sabrina who retook a two handed hold of Tara's hair and started shaking her head from side to side. Tara managed to get a grip on the neckline of Sabrina's leather top and used it to jerk Sabrina back and forth. Unintentionally, since she was using all her strength, Tara pulled so hard that the buttons down the front of Sabrina's top were ripped off, leaving the front of her top flapping open; showing her lacy white bra and ample amounts of pale flesh.

Tara almost stopped fighting to apologize, but when she opened her mouth to say something, Sabrina screamed "BITCH" and grabbed Tara's top. She tried to rip it down as she began to attack the older woman's breasts, squeezing them as the material scrunched up. Tara screamed as this was the first time she'd ever been attacked in this way in her life.

"Bet you like this, don't ya?" sneered Sabrina as she heard the sound of tearing cloth.

Tara tried to pull her opponents hands from her top, but to no avail. So she began to rain slaps and punches down on Sabrina, turning her cheeks red. After several powerful blows, Sabrina had to step away but as she pulled away, she ripping a hole in both Tara's T-shirt and her top, exposing her chest and bra. Both women paused to catch their breath and take stock. As they did, whatever inhibitions either of them had before about cat fighting had long since gone out of the window.

"You bitch," snarled Tara looking down at her tattered top. "Willow bought these for me and now you've ruined them. You slut, I'm gonna dust you!"

Before Sabrina could reply (or even ask what the hell Tara meant by 'dust') Tara was all over her, pulling her hair as if possessed and shoving her back toward the tables. Sabrina tried to defend herself, landing several slaps and raking scratches to the cheek that did nothing to slow Tara but only enraged her further. Tara had one hand pulling Sabrina's hair, bending her head as far back as possible, while her other hand pawed at the leather top, seeking to pull it open further.

Again, Sabrina's mind turned to Tara's possible sexual motive for her interest in her chest as she started to shake Tara's head from side to side by her hair. Both women were grunting with their exertion and wailing in pain (luckily the Wicca research room was in the basement of the library and access was limited; not that either would have stopped if they'd been disturbed.)

As the last of Sabrina's buttons parted ways with her top, Tara was now able to get her right hand inside to squeeze her perky left breast, which was still encased in the cup of her white bra. Sabrina let out a string of expletives (unsuitable for television during the family hour) as she tried both to defend herself and rip Tara's top open to get at her boobs. With one hand pulling hard at the thin red material of Tara's T-shirt, Sabrina tore a large hole that exposed her white bra. The other hand stained to pry Tara's clutching hand from her breast.

Growing desperate at the effect Tara's attacks were having on her, Sabrina released Tara's tee and drove a fist into the older woman's belly. Tara grunted out loud as a pained look shot across her face. She stumbled back slightly, letting go of Sabrina to hold her stomach.

"Want summore, huh bitch?" hissed Sabrina, suddenly feeling full of venom.

Sabrina grabbed Tara's hair with one hand and used it to pull her forward so she could punch her in the stomach again. This time, however, Tara blocked most of the force of her punch and it had little affect. Tara put all her strength into shoving the young blonde away, sending her staggering backwards until her ass hit a table. No sooner had Sabrina realized she wasn't going to fall on the floor, than Tara leaped on her and grabbed her by the hair with both hands, pulling her head down. Sabrina screamed and lashed out with her fists, trying to protect herself as she was bent back over the tabletop until her feet left the floor. Tara wiggled her hips in between the blonde's flailing legs as she leaned over her, trying to bang her head on the table top.

"Apologize you nasty bitch!" screamed Tara as she pulled Sabrina's head up.

Unable to break free, Sabrina reached up and shoved both hands into Tara's ripped T-shirt and clamped down on her bra clad tits, squeezing just as hard as she could. It was something of a surprise to Sabrina that beneath her baggy, scruffy clothes, Tara hid the body of a lush, full-breasted woman which meant it was all the more important to hurt her.

Tara screamed and arched her back in pain, but she couldn't pull away. Instinctively, Tara began to shake the blondes head from side to side violently but it brought her no relief from the burning pain in her chest. She released her hair hold and shoved her hands inside Sabrina's ruined leather top to returned the favor by initiating a two-handed breast clawing of her own. Sabrina screamed and arched her back in pain as Tara dug into her soft sack but she stubbornly clung to her opponent for dear life.

While this might have been a new experience for them both, they soon learned to maximize the other's suffering from what they themselves were feeling and their opponent's reaction to their clawing. Sabrina then upped the ante, bringing up her legs and wrapping them around the older woman's middle, locking her ankles and squeezing.

Tara screamed at the affect of the twin assault on her body, sinking her fingers into Sabrina's breasts harder until Sabrina wanted to cry. But instead of crying, the blonde bit her lip as she flexed her muscular legs. It may have been Tara's first fight, but she realized she was in trouble and reluctantly released Sabrina's breasts, but not before giving them a last scratch for good measure before trying to free herself. Sabrina responded, partly because Tara had shifted her stance, making it harder to maintain her grip. She let go of Tara's aching breasts and pulled at her long hair, bending her forward making it hard for the older brunette to squirm free.

"It'll take more than magic to get you out of this, bitch!" snarled Sabrina as she grimaced with the effort of scissoring Tara.

Tara squealed and groaned as she started to go faint. In desperation, she slammed a hand down on Sabrina's exposed stomach and was rewarded with some relief as Sabrina screamed and her legs parted briefly as she tried to sit upright while keeping up the pressure.

Tara's next blow was delivered with all the force and anger she could muster and it landed flush on the crotch of Sabrina's leather jeans, wedging the metal zipper down into her skimpy panties beneath. The teenage witch reacted as if shocked, her body arching up off the table screaming. As she landed on her back again, her face was pale and tears welled in her eyes. She rolled off of the table, pulling Tara with her to the floor where they landed on the lush carpet in a sweaty, sobbing pile.

They both lay on the floor, panting and sobbing, trying to untangle themselves from each other. Tara rose first and started to crawl away from her younger opponent, no easy task in her long skirt. Breathing hard and with her mind full of vengeful thoughts, Sabrina rolled over and got to her knees, then started scrambling after Tara who was crawling round the corner of the table seeking refuge. Sabrina twisted herself around and dove across the carpet at her retreating opponent. All Sabrina got was two handfuls of Tara's skirt but when she pulled, Tara fell forward and landed on her face with a loud squeal.

Nearly hysterical, Tara screamed, "Get OFF me, you bitch!"

Sabrina got onto her knees again pulling at Tara's skirt until it tore down the back, exposing her butt as it slipped down to her thighs revealing her lacy white panties. Tara struggled to get up and kept crawling away, either unaware or ignoring her skirt until she heard it ripping and stole a quick look. She saw the gaping hole and in frustration, she lashed out with her booted foot. Sabrina threw herself aside avoiding the heavy boot which allowed Tara to resume her clumsy crawling. This time Sabrina got up and stepped after Tara, slamming her foot down on the dragging skirt. Again, Tara got tangled and fell forward.

"Get up here, you skank!" hissed Sabrina.

She reached down and grabbed Tara's hair in both hands, making the brunette shriek. Slowly and painfully, Sabrina hauled her up to her feet, taking every opportunity to inflict a little more pain on Tara as she brought her upright. As Tara was forced to her feet, tears began rolling down her cheek. But they quickly turned to ones of embarrassment, nay humiliation, when her tattered skirt dropped around her ankles!

"Does that bitch buy your dresses at charity shops?" hissed Sabrina in Tara's ear.

Letting go of her tangled long hair, Sabrina slapped the Sunnydale witches thinly clad butt with her open hand. Tara yelped and wailed as she flailed her arms dramatically, trying to fight back. But Sabrina brought the same hand up the front of Tara's body and grabbed her left breast, clamping down on it with a harsh cruelty. Tara instinctively raised one hand to protect herself but the other hand pulled a large, heavy book from the shelf beside her - the rare 17th Century limited edition of "Ye Black Art for Dummies".

She raised it behind her head and swung as hard as she could. The yellow and black leather bound tome made solid contact with the side of Sabrina's head, sending her staggering backward as she lost her hold on Tara. The Scooby Gang member dropped the book and turned around to confront the stunned blonde; her body sweaty and battered and now wearing only her boots, panties and the tattered remnant of her T-shirt; her full breasts completely exposed. Tara grabbed Sabrina by the hair, undeterred by the younger woman's halfhearted defense, and dragged her forward. She flung Sabrina into the side of a table with an audible thud. Sabrina screamed and slumped forward onto the table, before sinking to her knees.

Sabrina tried to grab the table to pull herself back but as soon as the fog of pain and befuddlement started to clear, she felt a hard blow. It was one of Tara's boots slamming into the base of her spine, sending her sprawling forward across the floor. Sabrina tried to roll over onto her back to defend herself, but as she opened her eyes she couldn't see Tara because she was standing behind her head. Tara dropped to her knees, driving them into Sabrina's breasts. The blonde never knew what hit her as Tara’s knees crushed her breasts into her breastbone. The blonde witch arched her back in pain, only to have her face collide with Tara’s panty covered butt.

Sabrina’s hands flailed, slapping and scratching at Tara's exposed skin, turning it red. Tara bit her lip against the pain as she leaned forward to rip open the teenagers leather jeans so her white panties were exposed to the light of day.

"I wonder if this is a move the slayer knows?" Tara wondered aloud as she forced her right hand down into Sabrina's panties and took a cruel claw hold on the teenager's smooth, shaven crotch. Sabrina's initial reply was muffled, mainly because she was trying to bite Tara; but when the waves of pain reached her brain, her scream could have awakened the dead! Her abuse and obscenity turned in seconds to sobs, tears, whimpers and hoarsely whispers of pleading to be left alone.

Tara let go of Sabrina and remained seated on her for a few more moments, smiling as she listened to her sobbing. Then she stood up and wondered what she was going to tell Willow. But when she looked up, she saw her girlfriend standing in front of her, slack jawed, clutching two take away coffees.

"Oh Tara, my poor baby,” Willow gasped. “I don't think Buffy knows that move..."

Tara wasn't sure what to do, cry from her hurt, the embarrassment, the ruined clothes or the state she must look.

"She’s being a nasty bitch,” Tara said defensively. “She called you a slut - and she ruined those lovely clothes you bought me," she whispered haltingly, as if searching for a justification.

Willow dropped the coffees and embraced her girlfriend in a hug, telling her, "Lets go back to the hotel. The car’s just outside and you can tell me all about it. I'll make it better where she hurt you - promise! Then tomorrow, we'll go out and buy you some new clothes."

Willow kissed Tara and looked into her eyes. She was rewarded by a big, proud smile. They managed to cover Tara enough to carry her to their car, then drove her to the motel and carried her up to their room

There, they stayed long into the following night. When they were finished, they left the crying teenage witch on the floor where she remained long after the two Sunnydale women had departed. The final humiliation for Sabrina was that she had to find a pay phone to call a taxi since her cell phone had met an unfortunate accident under the heel of Tara's boot.