Cat Fight: Cally Dayson vs. Claire St. Clair

Cally squirmed and thrashed, cursing the devilish yarn. Suddenly she felt Claire leaning on her, almost climbing on top. "He-ey, what are you doing?" She cried, wiggling and causing her tail to wag.

“Ugh!” Claire grunted, cursing the stupid red yarn. Trying to climb over Cally to get loose hadnâ€t worked at all—she had just dived deeper into the terrible tangle of surprisingly strong string. As her opponent thrashed and wiggled beneath her, Claire would squirm on top of the other girl, their bodies rubbing against each other hotly. “I-Iâ€m just trying to get out of this dumb stuff!” she replied to the New York girl, her cheeks red as they both seemed to get wrapped up even more tightly in the yarn. Claire gave one more heave, trying to break free, but it had the opposite effect—she was pulled back down, and this time, she and Cally were not just both tangled up in the yarn, they were tied together, front to front, their little breasts, tummies, and crotches pressed together as they were wrapped up.

“Mmmff! This is not cool…” Claire grumbled, continuing to wiggle as she tried to escape, but mostly just rubbing herself against her opponent, bringing an even deeper blush to her face.

Cally sputtered and cursed. "Aargh...come...on!" She cried. She flailed and gasped-her movemrnts and their positiin made for quite the arousing situation. "He-ey!" She whined. "This isn't funny! Nyah!" The brunette squirmed-even when they were tied up Claire seemed to have the upper hand.

“Muuaaaah!” Claire groaned, straining against the yarn as hard as she could. She could not believe that this little ball of string was managing to hold up against all the twisting and pulling that it had endured. Its durability was creating an increasingly awkward situation, as she and Cally were now pressed together front-to-front, all of their intimate bits rubbing into each other, putting a permanent blush on Claireâ€s face. As her opponent grumbled about their situation, Claire growled and looked back down at Cally, their noses rubbing together as Claire looked into her opponentâ€s eyes.

“Iâ€m n-not going to disagree with you!” she stammered. “This is embarrassing! Weâ€re all…pushed together…down there…”

Cally grit her teeth. "Well, do something! Finnish it!" She hissed. The brunette planted her pawed hands on Claire's breasts, squeezing them in front of hers, before pushing to try and lift the girl, before she thought of a way to get Cally to submit.

“Guaaha!” Claire cried, as Cally reached out with her black and white paw-mitts and began squeezing the New England schoolgirlâ€s small breasts. Before she could do anything to stop it, Claire was lifted up off of her opponent and rolled over onto her side, the yarn keeping her front-to-front with Cally as they rolled. She leaned forward a little bit, her forehead pressing against Callyâ€s as she glared into the other girlâ€s eyes. “Iâ€m trying to get us separated!” she growled, reaching out to seize Callyâ€s breasts in her own paws and begin to squeeze them in retaliation. “Youâ€re just making it harder, so why donâ€t you stop squeezing my breasts and let me try to figure this out, huh?”

Cally groaned. "I'm trying to get your pussy out of mine..." She hissed, twisting to try and roll. She kept pushing Claire up and to the side, while the grimmaced and twisted her body, trying to get her legs and midsection to turn with her. "Hnnnnngh-AUGH!" she yelled, her hands slipping off of Claire's boobs. They fell against her own chest, curled like a kitten begging. She panted. "Thi...this is impossible...." she groaned, laying half on her side under the kawaii girl. "I can't get out."

“Th-thatâ€s what Iâ€m t-trying to do!” Claire stammered, as Cally started wiggling, too, both girls trying to get out of the entanglement, but only seeming to succeed in rubbing themselves against each other and causing each other still greater embarrassment. “My pussy d-doesnâ€t like grinding up against your pussy very much, either!”

They rolled around, trying to separate themselves and untangle from the yarn, but all those efforts seemed to be of no avail. They fell onto their sides, still pressed tightly together. Callyâ€s warm breath puffed into Claireâ€s face as the brunette panted. Claire was panting, too, her own breath washing Callyâ€s face with hot air. “I…guess it is impossible…” she said, a little upset. She wiggled once more, trying to get a little more comfortable, but all that she succeeded in doing was sliding her hard little nipples across the New Yorkerâ€s. “Guah!” Claire gasped, her face turning completely red. “Your nipples are too hard! Keep them a-away from mine!”

Cally groaned, her hands tightly curled against her chest, her legs pinned, her breasts smooshed to the side against Claire's and her pussy excited. She sighed. "Face it kitty-kat. Neither of us are getting out of here without help." She groaned.

Claire sighed as well, kicking her feet into Callyâ€s idly, her hands held up around her chest. They didnâ€t seem to have much hope of escape, and being in this situation would make it difficult (although not, she noted to herself, impossible) for either of them to come away with the victory. With a deep breath, she replied: “I know that. Itâ€s obvious that just struggling like we have been isnâ€t going to work.”

She paused, taking another breath—trying to calm down the best she could after becoming a little frantic during her initial entanglement—before looking into Callyâ€s eyes, just inches away from her own, and finishing: “So are you suggesting we help each other…kitty-kat? Or shall we try to finish the fight like this?”