FreeCatFights

Welcome back!
If you fall, you have to wipe your mouth, get up and carry on.
So I accepted the challenge from "HayleytotheMax" and we agreed on clear rules.

Let the members vote for the better fighter.
Hopefully not for the prettier one!
Because then ....  ;)

The result of your vote will be available at the end of the poll fight!!!



The finer things in life cost money.
Often a lot of money, or more money than the job provides.
But there are also ways to earn more money.
I've chosen the path of fighting.
The path of dirty fighting.
And so I occasionally compete in prize fights in relevant clubs.

Tonight, I'll be competing against a Hayley in a cat-sex fight.
The winner will receive $5,000. I'm standing in the locker room in front of the mirrow and look at myself again.
I'm arranging my hair so that the short side is clearly visible.
Tightening the knot of my short blue silk kimono when there's a knock on the door.
A dark male voice calls out,
"Hey Kathi, it's your turn!
Make sure you get into the arena!"

I take another deep breath and step out into the hallway and enter the small hall with the audience who donated the prize money. 
I walk through the rows of chairs to the round, brightly lit fighting area.
Quickly climb the few steps, take off my kimono, and wait anxiously for Hayley, the upcoming loser.

Could I get what I want just by fluttering my eyes at most men and having them pay for me? Sure. But there's no fun to be had in that. Besides, I like to earn my way. That's why I sign up to things like this. $100 just for signing up, but the prize of victory, is so so much more. Not just keeping my pride in front of the crowd, but $5k. I'm getting that. No matter who they've placed me against.

Hearing the little knock on the door, I know, that means it's time. Giving myself one last look over, before stepping out the door and moving down the hallway, stepping out into the hall and seeing you, already there on the stage. Slowly striding up the steps. Actually letting my robe slip down as I do, allowing a lucky spectator to claim it. Stopping just short of you, hands sliding onto my hips, giving us both a chance to look over the others body.

This will be good but I think Miss Kathi will outlast Hayley

Quote from: Just A Guy on July 27, 2025, 05:29:16 PM
I agree a fight of this nature should be decided by creativity and ability to write and out think your opponent.  These types of meetings are the epitome and essence of the perfect way to reward the BETTER fighter in a raw woman to woman contest. I will cheer you BOTH on and let your writing and creativity lead me to my choice.  Good luck to you BOTH, and thanks for inviting us along for this ride.  I also LOVE the we must wait to see what the public thought after you two truly decided in the most proper solution, between yourselves.  Sits back and grabs a FRONT ROW SEAT.  I paid my $750.00 donation to make sure one of you ladies is rewarded for her supremacy and our entrrtainment.  Maybe a bonus $$$ for really good performance.  ;)
TC

Mr. good guy!
Your reputation with me grows with every post and every message you write.
Also this time your post is wise and I hope that many will read it and think about it.

:-*

I stand in the glare of the arena and see my opponent making her way towards me.
She strides up the step and stands in front of me.
My breath catches in my throat.
I've to admit, she's damn pretty.
Almost too pretty to beat up. I brush my thoughts aside.
I can't be interested in all this, if I let it impress me, I've already lost.
She'll take my pride and my money.
I take a deep breath and concentrate on what lies ahead.
A guy in a tuxedo comes up to us .
"Ladies and gentlemen! I am pleased to introduce you to the fighters of the next fight. To my left is Kathi, she is 37 years old, is 5'7" tall and weighs 127 lbs. Say hello to KAAAATHI!"
The crowd applauds and there are also lewd shouts.
The announcer continues
"to my right is HAYLEY! She is 32 years old, 5'8" tall and weighs 125 lbs. Let's hear it for her too, this is HAAAYLEY!"
The crowd applauds again and lewd shouts are heard again.
I have the impression that the audience has found its favorite.
But I'll show them how to finish off a doll like that.
"Tonight's fight is a cat sex fight! You ladies have the opportunity to defeat your opponent by submission, knockout or forced orgasm! And now I wish us all an exciting fight, may the better one win! Ladies, the fight begins at the sound of the bell."
From now on, it's just me and her.
The tension rises, we stare at each other and I hiss "I'll finish you off! They'll hear you moan! Bìiiitch!"

Before settling into position, my eyes flick backwards, winking at the guy who has my robe, knowing he's going to cherish that for ever. Finally stepping onto my spot, striking a little pose, hands on my hips, as the announcer starts to speak, making sure to listen as he runs through your stats. We're very close in size, which does make you a little more dangerous than most women are to me. But I'm still confident I can handle you.

Letting a smirk flicker onto my lips, already knowing exactly how I plan on finishing you, but at least now the crowd knows what options are available to us. Giving one little nod as he finishes up and turning my attention fully to you. My tongue brushing over my lips, giving myself a moment to take your body in fully, now we're a lot closer together. Then having my smirk just grow, listening to your words, I give a small shake of my head. "Oh darling, I hope you don't break too quickly. I want to make sure everyone gets their money's worth." Letting my tone ooze with outright confidence.

Hayley is going to absolutely crush this challenge

Your broad grin, your obvious self-confidence, I don't know yet whether it impresses me or just annoys me.
We stand topless, dressed only in a small thong.
Our bodies are so damn beautiful, neither of us has to hide from anyone.
Our eyes stare at each other, neither of us avoiding the other's gaze.
I take a step towards you, my full breasts touching yours.
"You want to play games? Then let's play. Mean and hot. I've got all evening before I take your pride"
I whisper.
The bell that starts our contest could ring at any moment.
But that is of no interest to us at the moment.
We're just competing mentally, trying to impress each other.

We both know that the bell could ring out at any time. My fingers actually twitching at the thought, wanting to be prepared to make the first move when it does. Feeling our breasts touching for the first time, my lips curl up into a smirk, whispering back to you, "If it's all evening you want with me, then it's all evening you'll get. I'm going to enjoy each and every moan from your lips"

Bumping my breasts forwards, not enough to send you back, but just to put the message out there, that my body is prepared to go to war with yours. My eyes watching, for any kind of reaction in your own, wanting to slip inside that mind of yours before we've even really begun.

You press your breasts into mine and I withstand the pressure.
"Oh, do I want to?
I'll just take the time for you!
And then I'll break you!
I'll torture you with the help of your lust, your horniness!
After that, your urges will be extinguished for a while!"

My body is tense, the time until the damn bell rings is like chewing gum.
With every passing second, my body pours more adrenaline into my veins.
I try to stay focused and not let my mind wander.

AND then it's time!!!
The cathartic "DING! DING!" echoes through the arena.

In a flash, my hand shoots forward and grabs the bit of fabric on your abdomen.
I yank your thong up hard and pull it into your crotch.
The crowd around us immediately starts screaming and jeering frenetically.
The fight, the time of truth has begun.

For $5,000, all for the prize..so I'm here to watch one get wrecked

That smirk on my lips growing further as you speak, glad that you're not just backing down, I'd have been really disappointed if you did. Letting your words linger in the air, so the crowd's excitement can grow, before my lips begin to part, ready to respond. Which is naturally the time when the bell rings out, to signal the start for us.

Almost instantly, your hand is grabbing at my thong, yanking ir roughly upwards, forcing the fabric to dig into me. Teeth gritting, refusing to give up any satisfying sound to you. My left hand snaps out and up, gripping at your hair, going to roughly yank back, right hand following along as well, though lower, going to curl my fingers around your left breast, wanting to squeeze, as my nails dig in.

As soon as the fabric of your thong digs into your crack, I get an answer from you.
Your left hand tears at my hair, making my scalp burn.
Your fingernails dig deep into my beautiful firm chest.
I refuse to give you the satisfaction of crying out in pain. Instead, I tug harder at your thong until it finally tears and I hold the shreds of fabric in my hand.
To force you to let go of my breast, I start beating your head and face with the fabric.
My left palm strikes your flanks.
It claps every time my hand hits your skin.
The battle has begun.
We immediately fight fiercely for an advantage.
The crowd cheers us on.
Everyone is shouting for their favorite, screaming for her to hit her opponent even harder.
All hell is breaking loose.
Both in the ring and around it.

I just knew you wouldn't give me any kind of noise from your lips. Even with my nails digging sharply against your breast. Starting to yank your hair back even more, when I start to feel my thong rupping in your hand. Eyes narrowing at that, ready to hiss out, only for your hand to start smacking at me with the remnants of my thong.

Refusing to let your breast go for the first few slaps. Letting each one be met with my nails digging in even deeper. Finally letting go though, as the crowd cheers around us. Wrenching back on your hair even harder, to force your head back, wanting you looking up at the ceiling, then cracking my right hand towards your cheek, to return the smacks you've been giving to me.

You keep tugging at my hair, pulling my head back almost brutally and my gaze goes to the ceiling.
I can no longer see what I'm doing,
I've to rely on feeling and instinct.
I throw away the remains of your thong and my hands seek their targets in your most private areas.
Your hand slaps my face hard, leaving red marks of your fingers on my cheek.
My left thumb and forefinger grope for the nipple of your breast to twist and pull.
My other hand searches its way between your thighs for an even more intimate and sensitive target.
We have barely left the place where this fight began and yet we fight fiercely for every little advantage and strive to hurt the other.

I knew just how quickly this would escalate, just from our staredown at the start, we're not here to really mess around. Hand cracking your cheek and then you find my nipple. Teeth gritting, letting a puff of breath escape between them, but not giving you any satisfaction of hearing me yelp out in surprise.

Sensing where your other hand is going, I make sure to react to it. My right hand heading down and around, going to grasp the back of your thong, wrenching it up roughly, wanting to force the fabric to dig right between your cheeks. Left hand pulling free from your hair, rather hoping to yank some strands out, before it fires out a slap, to where your cheek should be.

The tension is slowly rising!
Not quite 10 hours left and we know who has won this fight!
If you haven't voted yet, you should do so very soon.

Congratulations, dear Hayley!
The members clearly voted for you.
I assume you would like to finish the story of a winner according to the rules.

:-* :-* :-*

I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that I'm open to the next challenge!

:-*

You put me under increasing pressure, pull my hair out, pull my thong into my crotch.
I try to fend you off on all fronts.
I fight back fiercely, lose my balance due to an unfortunate movement and fall onto the mats.
I lie there on my back and try to prepare myself for the continuation of your attacks.