Marla vs Moonea; Cowgirl titfight

Marla was in the locker room, freshly washed and feeling radiant. She had a fresh touch of die just yesterday, so her black stripes went down here and there in her hair, even after the shower. She was enjoying all the interesting people she was meeting in this league, even if it was technically a side-track from her finding her mate among the humans. There was never any rush, she knew, and royalty was allowed to pace themselves when finding a lover.

She was wearing only her towel at the moment, wrapped tight around her chest to make her breasts look ready to burst under the pressure. Her nipple rings were in place beneath them, not wanting to sully the shower with her fluids. She went to her locker, the section seemingly isolated at the moment. She went through her clothes with a mix of comfort and disappointment that no one was around to see her lovely body exposed while she changed.

Moonea's gaze passed quickly down each row as she strode the locker room. Surely, the princess was present. She had been told the princess was in the shower. Moonea herself had removed her clothing so that she could search the showers, unsuccessfully, for the girl. Small droplets of water still clung to her chest beading and dripping from her nipples as the cowwoman had been in too much of a rush to claim a towel.

Then she saw her, facing away and smiled softly. Padding softly up behind her she reached around and grasped each of the girl's tits in her hands, a feeling that would be familliar to the oftmilked princess, a royal unulan version of guess who. "Lady Marla, I've been sent to make sure you are properly maintaining the standards of the royal family." she informed her. "These feel alright..." she began, "have you been taking proper care of them, Miss Malone? Shall I check further?"

Marla let out a soft, almost playful gasp at the impish greeting. She shifted her shoulders a bit, letting her breast jiggle inquisitively in the hands. “Moonea?” she said in friendly surprise when she recognized the grip (it was always underhanded with hers, and a finger or two always slid up the skin until it prodded her nipple from below; most girls had their preferences, and Moonea was no exception) “I didnâ€t… well, I didnâ€t expect you to be here!” she said, not quite decided between being glad to see a familiar face or worrisome of some duty present, hers or Mooneaâ€s. The breast grabbing, though, was almost polite in some standards, and didnâ€t make her so flustered.

She turned, tugging her bulbous tits popping from her even more bovine-looking priestess†grasp. “Of course Iâ€ve been taking care of them,” she insisted, perhaps a bit more huffily than she meant. “I donâ€t need a babysitter to tell me how to care for my treasures. Inspect all you want, you‘ll only find them in tip-top shape, worthy of any bovinian royalty.” Sheâ€d thrust her bosom out proudly, her still-pierced nipples jutting out with a bit of excitement and not a little pride.

Moonea look hurt at being called a babysitter. "Miss Malone, you needn't raise your' voice at me like that. I simply intend to ensure..." Moonea's eyes widened as she stared at Marla's nude nipples. Immediately, she reached down and undid the ring on Marla's right tit. "You pierced them? I can't very well milk them like this! I don't suppose you've found any better way to test your' breasts now that you're all worldly, and don't need me anymore." volleyed the priestess, starting to get worked up.

Marla eyes widened and she gasped short and sharp as her piercing was removed, a few pent up drops of her milk dripping onto the tiled floor. Marla frowned a bit and removed her other piercing herself, a minor splash escaping this one as she did and plucked the first from Moonea's hands firmly.

"I wouldn't taint my treasures so needlessly! They're simply so I don't leak at inappropriate times," she insisted. "And it's not like I wear them all the time..."

She stepped up to Moonea and thrust her chest forward, bumping them lightly but significantly enough that she hoped to barely stagger the priestess. "And I find that the traditional ways are still the best ways to test them, thank you," she said, a bit smugly. She had found her breasts to be still just as successful at titfighting here as they'd been at home, and she still felt her engorged breasts were just about unbeatable.

Moonea's eyes widened slightly as she pressed up against the princess. "Are you suggesting that, you and I," she mumbled blushing. She had known that Marla had been into titfighting with her friends, and she certainly had experience with it herself but it would have been improper for her to propose that she and the princess participate in such an activity together. "You would give me the honor of, of titfighting you?" she stuttered still taken off guard.

Marla blinked in surprise at Moonea, mostly in reaction to her own bashfulness. She had practically assumed that was what Moonea had meant.

"Well... yes. If you wouldn't mind. You ARE practically royalty, anyway, so it wouldn't be so out of place. And you're certainly practiced in the art. So what better judge of my milky bust than another's?" she'd offer, far more politely this time. She really didn't want to hurt Moonea's feelings or anything with all this, she'd just started getting carried away.

Marla's suggestion kindled a lust that Moonea had even believed she had for the girl. She took Marla's ears in her hands and leaned in pushing back on the princess' larger bust. Her face leaned down towards the shorter girl and when it was only an inch away she whispered, "I accept." Then she bent in further and kissed the girl's lower lip sucking for just an instant before asking, "Right now or in the ring Miss Malone?"

Marla's eyes shimmered when Moonea's breasts touched hers, a jolt of a sensation going up through her nipples. Her eye closed gently when Moonea kissed her lip, not failing to notice the sucking sensation.

"Ring," she said as she opened her eyes again. "It is the safest place, and I wouldn't want to truly hurt you, after all." She looked Moonea up and down as best she could at this intimate a range. "Since I suppose modesty does not become us, shall we head there as we are?" she'd smile playfully, motioning for the exit to the locker room.

Moonea followed Marla to the ring in quickly slipped under the ropes despite her girth. She leaned down to stretch out doing some toe touches which left her melons hanging down like true udders for a moment. The cowgirl couldn't tear her eyes away from Marla her pussy already throbbing with excitement. Her tail swished wildly as she leaned side to side finishing up her stretches. "So, tit, hands, mouth, all fair game, but breast attacks only, right?" she questioned leaning back against the turnbuckle.