Hi everybody. This is my first real catfight story, after only writing sexfight and cockfight stories before. It's a pretty short story and was based around me taking the word catfight a bit to literal. I hope you like it.
Constant fierce hisses, screeches and screams were echoing through the small padded cell in the basement of the Walctac police station. The cell was soundproof, so the policemen did not know what was going on inside and they frankly did not care. They were happy if they mustn't interact with the two weirdos in the cell anymore. They were fully overburdened with this situation already, something they never encountered before and hopefully willnever encounter again.
Two around 25-old girls, dressed in full, leather cat costumes, strolling around the premises of the town, behaving exactly like cats. They did not seem to have anything to do with each other, so you had just two human sized cats running around during the same night. Even though they didn't do anything illegal while running around, the police could still not let them just stroll around town, so they just threw them into the padded cell so that they could get down from their trip and then release them the next morning. They just didn't thought of the implications of throwing two wildcats into the same cell for a night.
The first catgirl that was thrown im the secure cell wore an all black leather suit. She wore cat ears, glued on whiskers, a movable tail and had long, sharp claws. She was clearly very dedicated in matching the actual looks of a real cat. And it didn't stop there. Her movements and behavior were uncannily close to the real thing. She crept around the small cell on all fours, rubbing against the squashy rubber on the cell walls, purring like a real cat. But the purring stopped abruptly as the cell door opened again for the second time this night.
Two policemen stood before the door and threw another catgirl in the small cell, locking the door immediately after. This second catgirl was almost identical to the first, only that her outfit was almost orange, a bright contrast to the black suit of the first cat. The orange catgirl got on her fours and then noticed the other cat opposite to her. She immediately humped her back up, showed her long claws and hissed angrily, making it clear that she is the Alpha here and the other Catgirl has to go. The black cat didn't back down though, mirroring the orange's movements and hissing back, as angry as her opposite. Both hissed like two wildcats, as they began to circle around each other. Since the cell wasn't very spacious, it became more of an exiguous ellipsis and their bodies were quickly touching, leather screeching against each other, accompanied by increasingly louder hisses. Both catgirls showed their teeth and claws, promising the other to rip them apart if they don't back down.
After a few minutes of crawling around each other and trying to intimidate their rival, the two cats had enough. They stopped circling and stood opposite of each other. They hissed directly into the others face and then jumped onto each other with loud screams. A literal catfight was about to begin.
The two cats collided head on, foreheads met with a loud noise. Their hissing mouths were now directly before the other, intensifying their hissing even more. Long, sharp claws ripped into the leather costumes, quickly tearing through the fabric and raking against the others skin. The angry shecats glared into the others eyes, before colliding heads once again. They headbutted each other with massive force, each impact rocking through their entire bodies. But they continued clashing their foreheads together harder and harder while clawing at the others back and leaving bloody trails, dirtying the before spotless costumes.
The wild, flowing hair of the two shecats, matching their suits in color, nuzzeld against each other with every headbutt, strains rubbing full length and then disengaging. The hair also waved into the shecats faces while headbutting, engaging them both even more. The black wildcat had enough of this, took one of her claws from her enemies back and shoved it in her hair. Some strands were immediately cut of from her sharp nails and more flew out as she janked hard.
The orange Catgirl cried out in pain, but quickly retaliated by gripping her rival's hair with both hands and pulled ferociously. Now it's the black one's turn to scream in agony, convincing her to let go off the orange's back and also grip her rival's hair with both hands. Now both cats had their claws deep in the other's thick mane and began pulling like crazy. Still on all fours the two catgirls tumbled around the small cell, constantly throwing the other onto the rubber walls before hitting them themselve. Dozens of strands littered the floor as hair was janked out by the roots, always accompanied by ferocious hissing and screams.
The hairpulling lasted over ten minutes in which the two hellcats hurled each other violently through the room, still always keeping eye contact and hissing into the others face. Since their faces were still tight together, their whiskers rubbed constantly against each other and began to interloop, pulling their mouths even closer together. Their hisses now collided straight against each other, even the soundwaves fought with each other, hisses ripping into hisses.
The two catgirls pulled their faces closer and closer trough their hair, until their teeth clacked against each other. They glared hatefully into their near eyeballs, before opening their mouths wide and biting in. Teeth met teeth as they bit onto each other's mouth. They bit again, bites bitting bites again and again. While they were doing this they pulled their bodies tighter together, now not standing on all fours anymore. Their feet touched, sharp nails immediately ripping into flesh, as their leather-covered bodies embrace each other. Still trading bite for bite, the two let go of their hair and deeply hugged each other, again clawing at the other's back.
Their bodies were pulled together tighter and tighter, leather costume stretching against leather costume. Their hair began to intertwine and conjoin like their whiskers, trapping both cats in this ball of leather and flesh. But they did not care, biting at every piece of flesh they could reach, their faces bloody with bite marks, as they rip into cheeks and foreheads. The costumes were completely destroyed on their backs, meaning each scratch left long, bloody marks on the other cat's back.
The two cats pulled themselves into a super tight, literal catball and quickly began to roll around the padded cell. Since the cell wasn't big, they often hit the rubber walls, changing direction and rolling to the other side. Their hair was now completely entangled leaving no room for escape. Their claws were scratching now over the others entire bodies ripping the catsuits more and more open. Their tails also tangled together, trying to cut the other away and rob them of their catness. They pulled at each other, tuck between tight wildcats bodies, raising their owners anger even further, because no tail proved to be stronger.
This rolling madness persisted through the entire night. Biting, scratching, rubbing, and headbutting was accompanied by earshattering screams and hisses, while two cats did everything to destroy each other. But they were too evenly matched and no catgirl ever got on top. After hours of viciously fighting, they both finally passed out, still in each others arms, teeth cracked together and bodies deeply conjoined. Even in their sleep, they still rolled occasionally, even fighting in their dreams.
The policemen were surprised to find the two cats bloody and with ripped apart costumes, but they didn't want to deal with them any further. So they just took both of them, drove them out of town and left them in a field. As the two cats awoke an hour later, the fight continued. This catfight would never end.
