Cat Fight: Cally Dayson vs. Claire St. Clair

Cally whined and gasped as the groping intensified. She bit her lower lip trying to hold in her cry . Her lithe body squirmed under Claire, the tail dragging on the floor as she tried to fight the sensation and desperately lost.

With a gasp, Cally screwed her eyes shut. "Nah...nyah...ohhh god ENOUGH!" She cried, her pawed hands shooting up in Claire's face. "I feel like I'm going to explode! Please!" She pleaded, her dignity loosing to the burning, electrifying sensation coming from her chest.

Claire would keep kneading Callyâ€s small breasts until she heard the word “enough” come out of the brown-haired girlâ€s mouth. She would glance up at the referee girl, who gave her a nod, before turning her gaze back to Cally and, after one last squeeze, finally lifting her pawed hands from the New Yorkerâ€s chest, instead raising them towards the ceiling victoriously.

“Good match, Cally,” Claire said, looking down at her fellow kitty-cat girl, bouncing on her stomach lightly once more before rolling to the side and getting onto all fours. “Are you going to be okay?” she asked after that, feeling a little concerned that she had driven her opponent insane or something.

Cally lay on the mat, panting. She raised a pawed hand to her breast. "Ha..ha...yea..." she mumbled, avoiding Claire's eye as the ref held up the girl's arm. "So I guess I'm your cat for the night?"

Cally seemed to be a little bit shaken up, but it looked like she was going to be okay. Claire was happy that she hadnâ€t severely messed up or freaked out Cally. That match had been taxing for both of them, and the New England schoolgirl considered herself lucky to have escaped it with the victory.

“Hmm?” Claire hummed questioningly, as the referee girl came over and raised her paw-gloved hand in victory. “Oh, yeah, I guess so. I mean, they said they had something special for us after the match, didnâ€t they? Someplace where the winner can take the loser?” She shrugged, looking from Cally to the referee to the AFW staff outside of the ring with a questioning look on her face. “I wasnâ€t really sure what was going to happen, though.”

Cally continued to breath heavily, though her breathes were slowing and calming gradually. She aimless batted Claire's ear. "Yea, loser gets be the winner's pet overnight..." she muttered, looking aside at the shrugging ref.

Claire nodded at the shrugging referee, then turned back to Cally and nodded to her, as well. She flinched a little as Callyâ€s pawed hand came up towards her face, but relaxed when all the New Yorker did was bat at her ear. “Right. Loser gets to be winnerâ€s pet. I suppose I should just take you back to my place, then, huh?” She reached one of her own paws down to brush Callyâ€s hair, flipping the other kawaii girlâ€s brown bangs back and forth idly. “It should be fun, you know. You make a really pretty kitty cat. I wonâ€t make you do anything that makes you uncomfortable…we can just, you know, hang out and chat.

(I have no idea what to post next O.o)