Marla vs Moonea; Cowgirl titfight

"Moooo!" she blurted in her human tone, cutely free of actual cow noises. "Moo! Moo! MoooooOOOoo!" She cried out desperately as she was pressed back on the ropes, wide eyes fixated on Moonea's and lips quivering in submissive fear and utterly overwhelmed pleasure, a combination she found ungodly thrilling and had her soaking wet, though seemingly not as

Marla raised her hollow breasts to her with an inviting blush. "You have milked me... like a true beast of the fields, and thus I yield to you. MooooooooOOO!" she cried, almost begging for more of this punishment and ill treatment that so few had dared ever consider to a princess.

"Oh, oh yes!" squealed Moonea as the princesses' well worded speech drove her body off the edge. Her pussy gushed with sweet honey as she feverishly slammed her body against her pinned foe dragging herself again and again on the girl's clit to keep her climax going. The larger fighter was panting hard as she came and began to drool absentmindedly onto Marla's face as waves of pleasure overtook her.

As she started to come down from orgasm, she saw the ecstatic look on Marla's face and finally started to piece things together. All the things Marla had said... she was enjoying being dominated as much as Moonea was enjoying dominating her. Moonea narrowed her eyes cruelly and gave her lips a slow lick as she digested this new idea.

Marla wailed in tormenting pleasure as she was thrust into by her far heavier victor, shuddering as her nipples stayed valiantly hard against the current superiors, and she was far too yielding to do much but moan and thrust more with Moonea, even as her saliva ran down her lovely face and into her mouth. She panted as the priestess rode her out, mooing desperately between breaths like miniature pants. She absentmindedly lapped at the saliva on her face, finding even its taste fairly enjoyable as she stared up, some worry and anxiety, maybe even mild fear on her face, mixed in with her anticipation.

"You want some more punishment, don't you? You want everything I can dish out, slut? Do you?" Moonea asked in her velvety polite voice. She grabbed the back of the shorter girl's head and pulled away from her dragging her towards the center of the ring. "You'll be sorry."

"I.... I..." The punishment was truly wicked, but... when else would she have the chance? And it... it was good! To be bested by another fighter in her expertise and bossed around by a clearly better bovinian... it thrilled her to be so humiliated for all the constant respect in her life.

"Punish me," she mewled. "I... I deserve it. I'm a humble cow to you, mistress Moonea. Whatever you wish to do, I would love to let you... Mooooooo!"

Moonea reached around the princess slapping her on the behind. "Damn right, you deserve it. Your' a disgrace to the royal family, you little whore." spit the dominant priestess. She hauled the girl into a bear hug letting the young royal feel; the extent of her strength as she forced their bodies back together. She drew the girl up and fastened her mouth onto the stripe haired girl's right teat biting down and sucking firmly at the utterly dry nip. Her hips swung like a battering ram splashing her dripping crotch over the princess while adding to the crushing pain in her back.

"I... I..." she stammered fretfully, but yelped as she was pulled into the hug. She screamed out as she was squeezed, but went up an octave when her nipple was bit and suckled, the last drops of milk leaving her quickly and her nipple gnashed and pulled. "MOOO!" she screamed out. "MY TITS! PLEASE! PLEASE! MERCYYYY! Leave my precious tits alone! MOOOOOOOUHN!"

The oddly painful arousal stuck her with the hip bash, splashing their wetness together with a squishing sound that rocked her body as well as bucked her harder into the bearhug, and her nipple stretched away from her suckling lips. The pain all mixing together beautifully, she had to admit, and the shame made her pussy drip all the more, to her even further shame

Moonea smirked and stopped suckling to respond. "These tits? Precious? More like worthless. I thought you were supposed to be an expert titfighter, but I milked you easily." she crowed taking thick licks of the girl's sore and milked out nipples between each sentence. Moonea ground the statement in with her pussy lips tearing back and forth across the girl's clit as she spoke.

Marla's face twisted with conflict as the stimulation met her shame and pain, her prized and tender nipples mistreated and degraded. Her pussy gushed and shamefully climbed towards an orgasm, Marla throwing her head back and mooing randomly when she found the breath to do so. She hung onto Moonea just to stay standing, shuddering at the alien feeling

"I'm... oh, gods, I'm sorry! The shame!" she whimpered as her clitoris throbbed in want all the while, peaked on the verge of orgasm and drooling helplessly on her own hollow, shameful tits.

Moonea could see Marla was teetering on the edge of her climax and she slammed the girl down on her back kneeling over her before going for the "killing" blow. She lifted the girl's long left leg slipping her own supple thigh over her right until her hungry sex meshed atop that of the agonized princess. Leaning forward she bent the girl's leg up until her hand could reach the girl's ravaged tit. Her hand reached down and squeezed firmly on the weak and pliable tit meat as she reached up to cruelly twist both of the girl's completely milked udders as fiercely as she could. She forced her weight down on the girl putting tremendous pressure on her pinned snatch as she her hungry pussy tribbed ravenously atop the princess' vulnerable clit. "Cum in shame, you piece of gutter trash!" she spit glaring daggers at the girl through her normally kind brown eyes.