Cat Fight: Cally Dayson vs. Claire St. Clair

Cally yelped at the tug. "Yea, pretty weird alright!" She agreed, glancing at the girl swat her chest. "But now to make it interesting." She cooed, suddenly pouncing on Claire. As the two girls tumbled the yarn began to unravel, rolling over Claire's free hand. Meanwhile Cally started tugging on the girl's tail herself, yanking and pulling to give the full affect.

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Claire braced herself as Cally threw her body against that of the New Englander, using their weight to force both of them back down onto the mat. They seemed to have brought the ball of yarn with them as they went down, as it was beginning to unwind all around them, the shrunken ball ending up a few inches behind Claireâ€s head as she felt her tail yanked and pulled, eliciting a surprised “Eep!” from her as the sensation of having something attached to her in such a way yanked upon gripped her. She would fight back, however. Grabbing at the yarn, Claire would try to tangle it around Callyâ€s body, looking to inhibit the girlâ€s movement.

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Cally growled as Claire wrapped the yarn around her. She kneeded the girl's breasts, hoping to distract her while twisting out of the yarn. Her movements, however, only seemed to tangle her even more. "Ah-ah!" She cried as she toppled over.

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Claire groaned and shrunk back a little as Cally started grabbing and kneading her breasts, but she would keep trying to entangle her opponent, ultimately being helped along by the brunetteâ€s own desperate struggles. Finally, just as she was beginning to run out of yarn, Cally toppled down to the mat with a startled cry. Claire smiled and got down on her hands and knees again, making her way slowly around her fallen, kittenish opponent.

“Silly kitty,” she said with a laugh, leaning in close to Callyâ€s face. Claire would then slowly move downwards along her opponentâ€s body, her tongue slipping out of her mouth to gently lick at the other girlâ€s cheeks and neck, before reaching her breast. Claire laughed again, glancing up into Callyâ€s eyes again. Then, with a playful meow, she would close her mouth around Callyâ€s nipple and begin to suck on it gently, while toying with the girlâ€s other breast with her paw.

Cally thrashed in the yarn, her limbs tangled beyond belief while her opponent climbed on her. The girl's tongue was arousing on her neck. Suddenly she gasped as Claire began sucking on her breast. She squirmed, and felt the fluffiness of the girl's tail brush against her ankles. Struggling again, she planted her feet together around the tail and yanked down repeatedly, jerking the tailplug inside Clair's rear in hopes to get her off.

Claire could sense her opponentâ€s surprise when her lips closed around the girlâ€s small, hard nipple, sucking on it gently and covering it in a generous coating of saliva. Cally squirmed beneath her, obviously desperate for escape, but Claire would keep up the pleasurable attack, putting her weight against the other naked cat girl in order to keep her down on the mat.

Suddenly, Claire felt her tail being yanked harshly, the plug pulling uncomfortably inside of her rear end. She was pulled off of Callyâ€s breasts and couldnâ€t help but let out a sharp little yelp. “S-stop it!” Claire insisted, kicking at her opponentâ€s legs to try to force her to let go. Claire would readjust her position, getting off of the brunette, but now laying down beside her, with her bum well out of reach. “Bad kitty,” Claire whispered, leaning down again and, baring her teeth, beginning to nibble on Callyâ€s nipple once again. “If you keep being bad, Iâ€ll do it harder,” she said, between gentle, stimulating bites.

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Cally squirmed in the yarn as Clair nibbled her breasts. "Mmm...aahhh...nyah!" she cried. She lifted her legs slightly, padding and gently kicking at the girl's stomach. She wasn't ready to loose, not yet!

“Mmmm,” Claire replied calmly to Callyâ€s cries, any words she might have been trying to use muffled by the small nub of a nipple that was in her mouth. She slurped on it, teased it with her tongue, and even used her teeth to bite down very, very gently into the pinkish-brownish little tip. Whenever it felt like the nipple was beginning to slip out of her mouth, Claire would pause for a second, open her mouth wider, and inhale deeply, sucking the nipple in again, along with a little bit of the pale, surrounding breast flesh of Cally, which also would get a nice, thick coating of Claireâ€s saliva. The black-haired girl, usually rather modest and embarrassed by sexuality in the ring, was totally obsessed with that nipple, and wiggled her hindquarters excitedly as she suckled on it, giving the audience quite a view.

She was so obsessed with the nipple that she did not notice Callyâ€s legs coming upwards to try to kick at her stomach, and, suddenly, she was flung off of the brown-haired New Yorker, giving a disappointed cry as she flopped back down onto the mat a few feet away. She would quickly get back up onto her hands and knees, dusting herself off. Hopefully, the yarn that Cally had tangled herself in would give the brunette some trouble. “Bad kitty,” Claire said with a smirk, pawing her way back over to Cally, planning to resume her suckling.