Cat Fight: Cally Dayson vs. Claire St. Clair

Cally squirmed under the breast suckling. She gasped and tried not to moan. She tried to hide her sensitivity from the girl. After she pushed Claire away, the brunette thrashed and twisted in the ropes. By the time Claire made her way back though, all Cally had worked out was her left arm.

Claire rubbed her tummy as she got back to her hands and knees. Callyâ€s kick had not been full force, but it had been enough to give her a little bit of an ache in her midsection. But despite the pain, she was still in a much better position than her brown-haired foe—when Claire had crawled her way back to where Cally lay on the mat, the New Yorker had only managed to free one arm from the yarn which entangled her.

Claire could not help but tease her trapped opponent. “So when I win, I get to keep you for the night, right?” she asked, with a little giggle. “Like, as my kitty?” She lifted one paw-mitt and brought it up to Callyâ€s head, giving the brown-haired girl a noogie. “That should be fun.” She would shift that paw down to Callyâ€s shoulder, and placed her other paw on the other shoulder, trying to hold the girl down, while her mouth would descend on the girlâ€s nipple once more.

Cally smircked at Claire's question. "Yea...if you can win." She said, brushing off the noogie. Privately though, the brunette was worried that she probably would win. Her eyes widened as the girl bent to suck her nipple again. "Ah no ya don't!" she said, using her one free arm to bat at Claire's ears and head.

“Itâ€s not a question of ‘if!â€â€ Claire insisted, as her paw was pushed off of Callyâ€s head by the brunetteâ€s free arm. Claire, of course, could not say with a hundred percent certainty that she was going to win, but she was not going to betray any doubts she had to her opponent. She would just keep doing what she had been doing, which seemed to be quite successful so far. As she bent her head down to capture Callyâ€s nipple between her lips once more, however, she would be surprised by a flurry of slaps from Callyâ€s one free paw. “Nyaaaah!” Claire whined, as her face sustained several direct hits, forcing her to pull back. “Stop that! Bad kitty! Bad!”

Claire would sit back on her haunches, out of range of Callyâ€s attack. It looked like the girl was not going to allow any more suckling. There were other ways to attack, however. Claire would get back on her hands and knees and crawl past Cally, until her rear end and the New Yorkerâ€s face were about even. “If you donâ€t like that, how about I do this instead?” she taunted, before turning around and trying to plant her butt on her opponentâ€s face for a facesit.

Cally squeaked as Clair sat on her "MMMPH!" she yelled into the girl's rear. Her free arm flailed and swatted the dominating girl's rear. The brunette squirmed in the ropes, rocking left and right. She had to try and dump her over!

Claire giggled as she felt her opponent yell into her bum. She didnâ€t get enough opportunities to facesit her opponents, and it really was a lot of fun, especially with this cat tail. She wiggled her rear end on top of Callyâ€s pretty little face, her pure black tail brushing the girlâ€s brunette bangs back and forth as she did so. “Do you like my butt?” she asked Cally, leaning over her shoulder. “Youâ€d better be a good kitty and stay still!”

Cally would do just the opposite, however. The New Yorker began swatting at Claireâ€s rear end with her black and white paws, and desperately rocking back and forth, trying to throw the New England girl off. Claire was forced to put one paw down to stabilize herself. When Cally rocked in that direction, though, Claire had to throw herself in the other direction to keep herself stable on her perch. But her paw had gotten caught in the yarn which entangled her opponent, and, with a yelp, Claire was pulled back down, her own arm now tangled up with her rivalâ€s body. She fell to the mat next to Cally, her leg getting caught in the yarn, too.

Cally gasped as Claire rolled off her. She rolled in the opposite direction spitting out the yarn that got in her mouth. The mess and tangle was simply too much-if she could get away and get up she might have a chance to turn the match around. She felt her ass bump Claire, and she could resist shoving backwards to give her another bump, while draping her tail across the girl's face.

“Nyaaah! Gaaah!” Claire whined, as her arm was now completely tangled up in the yarn, and her leg was wrapped around once by the string. She tried to get back up on her hands and knees, but before she could do that, Cally began pulling in the opposite direction, forcing Claire back down onto her butt on the mat as she was dragged along by her opponent. “H-hey! Stop moving!” she demanded, a little flustered.

As she fell back down onto the mat, she felt her opponentâ€s butt bump against the back of her head, rubbing against her black hair. She blushed profusely as the black and white tail of the New Yorker flicked across her face, tickling her nose. “Aah! Gaagh!” she spat, using her free paw to push the tail away from her. With some difficulty, she would push herself back up onto her feet and thrust her own rear end backwards, pushing it against Callyâ€s and letting their tails twist and flick against each other. “Take that!” she huffed, trying to butt-bump Cally hard enough to force her to stumble forward.

Cally yelped as the butt-bounce was returned. She stumbled, tried to maintain her balance, but tripped over the yarn. With an "oof!" she hit the mat, her breasts squishing on the rubber. She thrashed in the now tighter ropes, trying to get up.

Claireâ€s butt bounce was effective, forcing Cally to stumble forward and trip over the tangled yarn, falling down on her little flat chest on the mat. Unfortunately, with her arm and leg trapped in the yarn, Claire was dragged along for the ride, stumbling backwards and tumbling to the mat beside her fallen opponent. With every move she seemed to be getting more and more tangled, as loops of the yarn were now circling both legs and her waist, tying her to her opponent and preventing either of them from moving without dragging the other one along with them.

“Guh!” Claire huffed, trying to get up herself. She kept getting pulled back down, however, when Cally would pull in the other direction. Eventually, realizing she could not get away from the brown-haired New Yorker, Claire would roll over in Callyâ€s direction, figuring it might be better to try to get up that way rather than pulling against her opponent.