Fourth Catfight
Becky vs Fiona
Facesit smother match (win by sitting on your opponent for 10 seconds, where they cannot break out)
Little tidbit: Becky is that friend of Lori and Leni's that has orange hair and usually wears a stripped tank-top.
Fiona sighed at work. Usually it was over that latest movie, or perhaps the cutest boy that strolled on by before, but not here. Oh no, something different has happened within her heart. Something she could barely comprehend.
She blew some hair out of her face. "I think I'm starting to dig girls." She was always quick to the point, that one.
Still, life was at least boring and peaceful... until a certain orange-haired teen strolled in, angry and fuming. Fiona barely recognized her, which lead to the explosion that set this conflict going.
"Fiona, I challenge you to a catfight!"
The employee of fashion simply scratched her head. "Uh, what now? I don't think I own a cat..."
"No, not literal cats! I mean us! Two girls scrapping. That's a catfight!"
"Oh, really? Thought those were spooky battles. Heh, guess you learn something everyday." She was amused at first, before Fiona realized the stakes. "Wait, why?"
"All around town girls are fighting. There's glory to be had, and I'm gonna get it, and to do so, I'm fighting the weakest girl around!"
Now Fiona was mad. "Hey, I'm the weakest? You're practically a twig!"
"Well, your butt clearly absorbed all your weight, so I guess I can say you're the opposite, fatass!"
Now Fiona was mad. You can tell because she glared a little fiercer. "Oh, you did not just go there! That's it... what, I challenge you too, I guess?"
That worked. The Gremlin arrived, panting heavily. "Jeez, this town got all catfight-heavy! Barely keeping up here!" He dusted his suit, and smiled at the girls. "Gotcha! A fight between you two, but let's spice it up, shall we?"
The two were lead to the back of the store Fiona worked at, and were both giving unique outfits for the occasion. Both blushed at the sight, but tried them on regardless. Seems Gremlin saw some scenes online, and got inspired.
Both wore gym uniforms from Japan. In other words, tight white tee-shirts and bloomers that were practically professional panties. Fiona blushed heavily and tried pulling her shirt down to cover them. Gremlin smiled. "That'll only make you more desirable, lady!"
Fiona shook her head. "Just say what we're doing here!"
Becky agreed. "Yeah! Say exactly how I'll beat her!"
He did. Simple. All moves that aren't too deadly apply. One has to tire their opponent so much, that they can't move. Why? "Because," he explained, "You win by sitting on your opponents face for ten seconds. Do that, and you win! You're counted as kicking out if you manage to force the girl sitting on you to lose their balance!"
Both were... amused, to say the least. A logical world would lead both to stampede out in disgust. But as this is a fanfic world, both girls agreed. Once they both nodded, the gong was hit. The battle was on.
Becky sized her opponent up, before playfully slapping her own butt. "Whelp, it's kinda obvious I got the better posterior here, huh? I mean, I'm fit, and it's big, unlike you who's, well, rather pudgy, huh?"
Fiona turned beet red. "I'm not here to question who's ass is bigger, okay? Screw it, I'm taking you out!"
Fiona lunged, but Becky kneed her in the stomach. The employee lost all air in her lungs and lurched back. A perfect opening. Becky tried to grab her for a throw, but Fiona was quick, reaching her hands to grab Becky's hair.
"Ow! Hey, don't tug!" Becky snarled, before using her own hands to grab Fiona's big ponytail. The employee winced, but refused to yield. The two took chunks of hair, tossing each other's head back-and-forth, both visibly pissed.
"You ain't getting the drop on me!" Fiona yelled.
Becky snickered. "Oh yeah? Then why are you on the floor!"
Before Fiona could retaliate, her feet were kicked out from underneath her. Becky's foot was quick, and soon both were on the floor. Fiona still refused to let go, causing both to tumble and roll about on the ground.
Gremlin loved this. "A catball, I believe this is called! Oh, how I love it... and miss my cat..."
Eventually Becky managed to get on top, mounting Fiona and throwing some slaps across her opponents face. A grimace came from the brunette, unable to block any strike. This was the opening Becky desired. With Fiona slowly losing her steady feelings, she was ready to be pounced on.
"Time to splash you!" Becky remarked.
Fiona was confused, one eye looking at her in ponderment. "The hell does that mean? There ain't no pool around here!"
Becky shook her head. "Definitely a Leni friend..."
By the wall was an unused coat rack. It was a rather steady unit. Perfect for someone to climb onto, which Becky quickly did. She was now on top of it, and with a kiss to the air, she jumped off, landing hard against Fiona's chest. Her opponent gasped in sheer pain.
With her crumpling over, Becky stood tall, a mischievous finger against her lovely lips. Time to test the waters, she supposed. With another slap to her butt, she looked down at Fiona's face, seeing that fear creep up.
"To the Queen goes her throne!" Becky cheered.
Before long, she sat her butt right on Fiona's face. Fiona gasped and was caught off guard by the sudden move. She shook a little, finding it nearly impossible to escape from.
1... 2... 3... 4...
But not impossible enough! With a thrust, Fiona managed to sneak her hands between her face and Becky's ass. A shove, and her opponent was off her, struggling to stand back up. Perfect. "Oh yeah, gonna make you cry... and yeah, that." She was working on it.
Fiona grabbed Becky's arms, pulling them back while resting her own foot against Becky's spine. A classic surfboard. Becky screamed, shaking her head as all the pain brought every muscle to a halt. She felt like she was breaking in half.
"You're gonna be an amazing throne, bitch!" Fiona cheered, digging her foot deeper into Becky. The pain was too much, and soon it looked like she passed out. Feeling satisfied, Fiona dropped her opponent's arms, and kicked her head down to the ground. She looked out.
And perfect for a sit. Fiona turned her opponent over, and sat her own fat butt against Becky's face. Hope this ends it. Fiona had no idea how much she can actually endure. She wasn't a fighter. Yet.
1...2...3...4...5...6...
Not enough. Becky's eyes opened, burning bright. With enough strength, she lifted her whole body, dragging Fiona with it. Enough to end the hold, Becky tossed Fiona away. She needed a new strategy to win this one.
"Nice try, babe," she mocked Fiona, "But I'm an expert on catfights! I mastered all sorts of techniques. Heck, maybe this one will be fun!"
She brought her fists up, and proceeded to fill Fiona up with plenty of smacks and punches, and when that was done, a few kicks were added. They were too much of a flurry; Fiona had no chance in deflecting them. Each one hit hard, forcing her to lurge forward.
"Damn... holy... gah!"
She felt the arms around her, and soon her head was close to the floor. Becky scooped her up for a piledriver, making sure to wrap Fiona's legs around her own head. This was gonna be a devastating move. One Fiona couldn't withstand, but sadly one she had to feel.
And feel she did. "No, no, no!" She begged, but it fell on deaf ears. Becky quickly slammed Fiona down, knocking all air out of the brunette. She fell on her back, eyes closed in the amount of pain she just endured. Becky rested a hand upon her hip, before already prancing about like a victor.
"I'm the catfight champion!"
With that, she sat upon Fiona's face again, making sure to wiggle her butt a little, just to cement her throne. Time to end this.
1...2...3...4...
"It's over, bitch!" Becky yelled, already pumping her fist.
5...6...7...8...
Not so fast. Fiona was weak, but not defeated yet. She brought her hands up, and tickled the bare feet of Becky. The bombshell woman perked up, unable to hold back her laughter. It was enough to weaken her seat, and eventually force her off Fiona. Another opening.
Fiona had to make this one count.
No piledrivers, too weak for that. Punches could work, but that'll take too long. Only thing she could do. Fiona grabbed hold of Becky's hair, looking deep into her opponent's eyes. "Remember, you're tough... and hot... but not tougher than me!"
"You... what are you...?"
Before she knew it, Fiona's plan was fast. She quickly rushed Becky to the wall, allowing her opponent to face-plant hard and fall back to the ground. Fiona then mounted her opponent, constantly slamming Becky's head, practically breaking her skull.
"Stop! Stop hurting me!" Becky begged.
Hell no. "That ain't happening, babe! I got a match to win!"
Fiona then invented a finisher all of her own. She pulled Becky up, just to her knees, and when she was still out of it, Fiona turned around, and forced her opponent to take her ass standing. Becky flailed, but the stinkface was powerful, unable to break from the wonderful feeling of Fiona.
And when she was done? Fiona kicked Becky down hard, landing harshly on her back. Her eyes were practically glazed over. Was that it? Time to find out!
Another sit, another tough feeling. Fiona was ready.
1...2...3...4...5...
Fiona pointed down at Becky's bloomers.
6...7...8...9...
"This bitch is down!"
10!
Gremlin took Fiona by the hand, who looked both shocked and generous. "Perfect job! Well, how will you finish her?"
Fiona thought for a moment, before nodding vigorously. Becky was still down for the count, allowing anything to happen. For Fiona, it meant stripping the girl of her bloomers. Orange panties were underneath.
Like a personal trophy, Fiona spun it about, before resting a dominating foot on Becky. "Can't beat me, bitch!" Fiona bragged, twirling the bloomers about.
Without hesitation, she began to sniff it. Naturally everyone was confused, and once Fiona noticed that, she hurried out of the room, leaving Becky behind. Once more, the camera's focused on the still girl, getting all the shot of those beautiful legs!
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CURRENT STATS:
LORI: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
LUAN: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
LUNA: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
LOLA: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
KATH: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
LENI: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
FION: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
BECK: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
Next match: Lynn vs Girl Jordan Bra and Panties Match (Win by stripping opponent to their underwear)
