Lilliana Grells vs. Iulia - Cat Meets Dog?

Blood and saliva were hitting the mat with each blow they dealt to each other. As Iulia rose with Lilliana, she would inadvertently force Lilliana into her werewolf boobs. Iulia blushed at this, as it was not intentional. She just wanted the two of them to stand up. Before she stood on her feet, however, the raking of claws greeted her upper body. She cried out and forcefully pushed the tigress away before realizing that something was amiss. Then she looked at her own chest.

One of the claws hit her left breast, tearing the cloth covering it, and leaving an ugly mark that left a burning sensation. Even worse, her left breast was now exposed. Several members of the audience began to "cat call" Iulia and whistle. She blushed, and the blue light in her eyes began to flare up, appearing more like raging flames. Her mouth twisted into an angry snarl. To say that Iulia was unhappy about this would be an understatement. She was furious, even if it was just an unintentional consequence.

Iulia uncharacteristically looked like she was about to cry. "It took me two weeks to sew this!" Her left breast continued to pulse with a burning pain. The brawling would continue, but Iulia felt like being spiteful. She aimed a strong punch at one of Lilliana's breasts, just to see how the tigress would like it.

Smirked, seeing the pain that her attacks were leaving on her opponent. If this kept up, a thousand small little scratches could surely lead to a victory for the tigress. Of course she got a little too cocky as going in for the other breast, she herself was punched in her own mammary. It slammed in from below, knocking it upward and out of her red sports bra, knocking a bit into her face. She stumbled back a bit in pain, stumbling almost and accidentally knocking herself right on her rear.

She gripped the ropes, quickly getting herself up in case of another quick retaliation. They were even now, the playing field leveled. With no time to put it in, the literal cat calls increasing each second, she decided to pounce in right on the action to try and grab on to her like a feral cat on prey. Wither this would work is another story.

Iulia returned a grin of her own when Lilliana's own boob comically whacked her, made even more enjoyable that it put her on her own ass. Typically, Iulia would have immediately followed up with another attack. However, the catcalling continued, which proved to be an enormous distraction. Her ears could pick up every remark, and every comment. Some directed at the werewolf, and others were directed at her feline foe. It was difficult to process while keeping her mind on the fight.

During this time, Iulia was looking around at the crowd, searching for who was making these sounds so she could (figuratively) bark demands for them to stop. However, this proved to be a great mistake, as she took her eyes off of Lilliana! Iulia had an unpleasant surprise when she was pounced on. This brought the werewolf down to one knee, thus putting her in danger of being pulled to the mat yet again.

They were both grappled with each other again now. There bodies pushing against each other, bare breast on bare breast. Instead of clawing her, which seemed to just enrage the wolfen more, the tigress used her fist and palms, trying to smack her around to jockey for a better position.

She too was red in the face, uncomfortable with all the gazes that were now centered around both of them. It came with the hazards of the match, but it was still rather embarrassing for the two of them.

Breasts mashed together, fur against fur, it made no difference. Both Iulia and her foe were blushing due to their exposure. Nothing could have prepared her for this. She was completely fine with teasing Lilliana earlier during the match, but now things were beginning to fall out of control. Iulia knew that it came with the territory, yet that did not comfort her in any way, shape or form in this instance, since it was actually happening.

Then she was knocked left and right by her opponent's jabs. While not enough to harm her greatly, several of them were connecting with Iulia's head, and she was beginning to fall into a daze as her opponent began to maneuver around her. Iulia would swipe her fist randomly, but her fists would only hit air. She was beginning to grow tired after so long.

Her hits were becoming weaker as time went on, finding that trying to grapple with the wolf wasn't working as even with her growing weaker, she did as well. She had to take a few steps back but now clung to her opponent in a grapple it was going to be hard.

Her other breast had now fallen out of her outfit, not fully nude up top, "Stop watching," she shouted out, stopping what she was doing for a moment and covering herself with one hand.

Both fighters were growing tired and seemingly agitated with how things turned out. A rather competitive match had transformed into a peep show for everyone who occupied a seat in the stadium. Even worse, Iulia was becoming sluggish. She had to get away from the tigress, but with Lilliana still persistently maintaining the grapple, it proved difficult. That was, until Lilliana released one arm to cover herself. Opportunity knocked.

"Get off…"

While Lilliana was preoccupied with covering herself, Iulia tried to knock the tigress with her large tail and create some distance between each other.

For whatever reason Lilliana wasn't able to get her top back on, breasts completely exposed. She was then knocked, getting hair from Iulia's face, rolling herself over in spitting a bit from the hair. This match was getting far harder to deal with and her opponent must be feeling the same about it. She would have to prepare herself for some way to end this match before she just couldn't put any more. She slowly got back to her feet, ready to whatever she could.

"Mad" didn't even accurately describe how Iulia felt. If there was a word in the dictionary that combined "upset," "embarrassed," and "angry" in one single word, it would accurately describe how the werewolf felt about this predicament. She was here to fight a match and not take part in a peep show. Granted, it was part of the contract and she knew that eroticism came with being a wrestler in this league. That did not mean she had to enjoy it when it happened. Certainly, Iulia did not enjoy this.

But at this stage everyone knew what the werewolf looked like without anything covering her top, so she finally stopped trying to cover it. Instead, she looked over her shoulder. She wasn't feeling very friendly anymore. She just wanted this to be over with. Iulia quickly turned and got on her hands and legs. Enraged, she followed this up with a mad charge at Lilliana for a heavy take down attempt.

Lilliana had only just managed to balance herself as the weight of Iulia came down crashing upon her form, hitting her hard and down, wrapping herself up in the ropes in a terrible daze. She was there, holding the wolfess, breathing hoarse, shallow breaths. She tried pushing back but the wolf just weighed more than her, weight crushing and back rubbing against the ropes.

Lilliana tried to elbow Iulia in the back, trying to get her off, "You just don't give up," she said to her, clearly rather impressed and amazed, if not rather tired.