[Amy J]

It is a blur.....a blur of pain and noise and darkness.  Of Kate with her claw harrowing my cxnt.  Of Lynx looming up and adding her nails to my symphony of agony.  Of Lynx and Kate.... of Lexi and Alix.... of Erin and Lauren Vanessa......

This last pair.....their strangled screams cut off as their ribcages collide with solid granite.  Erin, spinning away.  Lauren Vanessa, sliding down the stone to land on her hands and knees.  Crawling.  Like me.  With lift our heads, our dank hair across our faces.  Our skin alive with tattooed spells.  Our shared hate.

With a gasp of tortured effort, I push myself to my feet and forward towards her.  I hope to close the space while she still kneels, to overwhelm her before she can rise, to drive her down into the mud and darkness.

Oh, but her hate is strong, and she draws from it.  She surges up, and meets me head-on.  Our chests collide with a brutal smash of breasts on breasts, nipples stabbing into nipples, nails anchoring into straining back muscles as we stagger in an embrace of snarling spitting savagery....

[Alix_Fights]

I hear the bitch moan, and then squirm, and then her hands move, tracing through the mud, feeling her nails slide on my calves, and then plunging into my butt!  "What ....."!!!  I have miscalculated her resolve, and with a well timed arch of her toned body, her hands push me up and over her head, my body squishing on the muddy ground.  It's cold and wet, but soft, and I squirm around as I get to my knees, seeing her struggle to face me, her face covered in mud, with only her evil eyes showing.  I slap out at her face with my right hand, clearing the mud off her left cheek, and then lunge at her, hands in her mud sodden hair, my naked, muddy breasts colliding with hers, pushing her over on her back.  "Still want more, heh" I hiss, throwing myself on her, my thigh pushing between her legs up against her soaked, muddy panties, the once cold mud turning warm between our bodies as we begin anew, a body to body catfight, squirming against each other, my hands ripping out patches of her hair.

[lexibabe]

I. get the witch off me, back to my knees  ,I try wiping some mud. from my cheek

and see. she is turning to  face. me,,,wiggle my finger for her to  come on.


our bodies s[lat together,we topple over in the gooey mud..

my right hand in her hair, using my left hand to claw at her tit from the side

our yelps. and curses mingle.. rocking side to side I finally you on top

our legs. kicking. we glare into each others faces. and starting a slow roll

[Fightspectator]

Made my votes. I am really hoping that some of these will lead to one on one battles in the polls. Some very tough good fighters.

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

Our intertwined writhing bodies smash into the tombstone and we slide down in a heap to the sodden muck below. I don’t know how long I lie there gasping and moaning … could be seconds, could be centuries or anything in between. All I know when I manage to open my eyes and focus once again is that I’m alone and Erin is nowhere to be seen.

I feed on the energy and life force of Citah, my cheetah familiar left behind on our island home, but her spirit is always within me wherever I wander. Her feline strength flowing through my battered body is like a soothing salve and I’m finally able to rise up to a crouch by the headstone as I search the area for my hated enemy. My breath whistles through clenched teeth as I catch a glimpse of Erin standing by a sarcophagus, her back to me with arms outstretched like she’s reaching to capture the Blood Red Moon itself.

I start to rise up to follow and continue our never-ending battle but freeze at the sight and sound of someone or something moving toward me. I crouch lower trying to disappear in the dark shadows of the tombstone until I can identify who or what it may be. She is suddenly lit up clearly under the Moon and her intentions are crystal clear.

“YOU!”

Yes, Amy has returned. Of course. I know full well the way she thinks. She must have seen me make violent contact with the stone and figured I’m too weak and damaged to defend myself and that I’ll be easy prey. Well, that inked dark bitch will be in for the fxcking shock of her existence!

“Aku membenci mu!” I hiss an oath of pure hatred as I uncoil from my crouch and hurl myself at Amy, crashing full force into her … Our tense hate-driven bodies collide as I drive my shoulder flush into her breast while grabbing at her with both hands. She grabs onto me and we smash into each other, snarling, hissing, ripping, slashing, kicking and biting in feline fury and viciousness. We twist and stagger in a macabre dance of pain and pleasure, lust and torment …

[Amy J]

Our tattoos seem to writhe like living things on our skin as our muscles strain and flex.  I dig the heel of my hand under your chin, Lauren Vanessa, and the tendons in your neck are prominent as I force your head back. What would Citah do with prey displayed like this?  She would bite, instinctively and deeply.  On this evil night, little is left of us but our instincts.  I turn my head and thrust my face into the hollow between your jawline and the slope to your shoulder. 

Dark night, dark blood.

But your claws slacken not at all.  Your scream is as much fury as it is pain.  My free hand finds your breast and my nails sink as deeply into its soft firmness as my teeth in your neck. 

Dark night, dark hate. 

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

Oh, dark bitch witch, I know full well what my Citah does when she has her prey helpless and vulnerable. Soon you'll experience it as MY prey. Along with that, Citah's essence within me has blessed and cursed me with many of her feline traits … like her fierce overpowering instinct for survival.

That’s why I don’t panic when you force my head back and your fangs sink into my neck like a Vampira’s kiss. Yes, the pain is sharp and piercing and I feel the warm flow of my blood start to stream down to my collarbone. I grit my teeth and let out a howl of agony and hate as the clutching fingers of both my hands sink deep in your raven hair and my razor sharp talons dig into your scalp. Now you suddenly start to maul my bare pert firm breast with your own claws too.

Pain is a gift, the old ones say. It’s better to give than to receive. I agree with that. Time for me to start giving back. Fighting the pain you’re inflicting for the moment and forcing myself not to give in to it, I plant my left foot on the mucky ground and drive my right knee up hard and fast … between your slightly spread legs … flush into your vulnerable kitty with as much force as possible.

Citah smiles her feline smile. The Dark Lord roars with sadistic glee.

[marlu Queen]

On my way to the throne I see that witch Erin join her fight, I head furiously through the mud and grab her by the hair, pulling her back trying to drag her near the temple of darkness... damn bitch, I will prove that I am your dark queen

[Erin Lee]

As i stand aloft the sarcophagus, arms raised to the sky i hear the squelch, squelch, squelch of feet in sloppy mud. My eyes narrow as i try to make out the form of the approaching witch. Then another bolt of lightning lights up the graveyard and reveals the identity of the brave but somewhat idiotic witch that dares to face my wrath. Tis the one known as the Marlu Queen. I'll bend no knee to this Spanish whore and now somewhat recovered from the war with witch Lauren i hop down off the sarcophagus and land lithe as a cat on all fours. I look around, a hisss escapes from my mouth....the queen is about to lose her crown.

This whore is clever tho, as i scan the darkness she seems to have vanished, how can this be, she is as mortal tonight as i. It's then i feel hands in my hair and my head is wrenched back. I cry out in surprise, she had ducked behind a couple of gravestones and sneaked up on me, not risking a frontal confrontation. Maybe she isn't as idiotic as i thought.

She starts to try and haul me towards the temple of darkness but the ground is too wet and i am too strong to let that happen. I reach up and grab her wrist, twisting my body so i can duck under her arm and force that arm very firmly up her back between her shoulder blades. My left arm circles her throat and tightens against her windpipe. The Spanish whore might well be the first mortal witch to lose her life here tonight.

[marlu Queen]

that damn witch Erin manages to get up before entering the temple, she tries to strangle me with her arm surrounding my trachea, but at that same moment, I open my mouth and bite her left tit causing her to let go of my neck and this time yes, we are face to face like two demon cats ready to jump on top of each other...

The other witches continue fighting around us between screams and thunder.

[Amy J]

Oh, dark bitch witch, I know full well what my Citah does when she has her prey helpless and vulnerable. Soon you'll experience it as MY prey. Along with that, Citah's essence within me has blessed and cursed me with many of her feline traits … like her fierce overpowering instinct for survival.

That’s why I don’t panic when you force my head back and your fangs sink into my neck like a Vampira’s kiss. Yes, the pain is sharp and piercing and I feel the warm flow of my blood start to stream down to my collarbone. I grit my teeth and let out a howl of agony and hate as the clutching fingers of both my hands sink deep in your raven hair and my razor sharp talons dig into your scalp. Now you suddenly start to maul my bare pert firm breast with your own claws too.

Pain is a gift, the old ones say. It’s better to give than to receive. I agree with that. Time for me to start giving back. Fighting the pain you’re inflicting for the moment and forcing myself not to give in to it, I plant my left foot on the mucky ground and drive my right knee up hard and fast … between your slightly spread legs … flush into your vulnerable kitty with as much force as possible.

Citah smiles her feline smile. The Dark Lord roars with sadistic glee.

Gifts…..oh yes…..you and I, we will give!  Generously. Extravagantly.  Sadistically.

Your pistoning knee crushes my clit and my bite breaks with a bloodcurdling scream.   All of you realize the seat and source of my power lies within my sexual allure.  All of you attack my womanhood with all the fury of your envy.  Yes, before we we scattered across the earth, the Dark Lord had taken me as His lover, scorning the weaker Twelve in favor of the Best.  And I Pleased Him…..until in His cruelty He discarded me.  Your bitter blows of jealousy hurt….I could say unbearably…..but long life has taught me:  any pain can be borne, if hate is stronger.

My bite is lost but my grip on your modest breast is not, and my now-free hand claims her sister.  I twist your rigid nipples, contorting the darker flesh of your areolae.  And I pass on to you a favor from your dear Kate.  My raven hair takes wing as I drive my skull into your face, into your fine cheekbone, snapping your head back like a hanged bitch on the gallows hitting the end of her rope.

[Alix_Fights]

Lexi retaliates, her right hand grabbing a handful of my muddy hair, her left clawing at my tit.  I get her down on her back, but it's short lived as she pulls me off by my hair with a push to my tit.  We start a slow roll across the muddy ground, kicking and kneeing at each other.  She's on top, and my left hand holds her close by her hair while my right rakes her back and butt, snatching her panties at the back and yanking them up into her.  I hear her squeal as she struggles to stay on top of me, our mounds bumping and rubbing, our tits crushed together, feeling each others nipples as she pulls my hair and continues to assault my tit. "I'll fucking claw you all over" I scream as our battle continues.  I arch up into her, hips to hips and mound to mound, as I try to buck her off me.

[lexibabe]

there are fights all around us,  but  its just me. and this bitch in our own light..,we roll;; and tumble, taking short turns on top

our bodies being covered in the  grey mud

I roll back on top, my claws working over her tit,my scalp on fire.

I try and stay on top,, but screech out. feeling her use my panties. yanking up I to a wedgie

grabbing two hand fulls of her muddy hair,,,I bop her head. once twice into the mud, knowing. it may not hurt much

she busks and arches. and I tumble to our sides. and scramble to get back to our knees

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

Attack where you’re most vulnerable. Your pride. Your vanity. Your laughable delusion that you’re the best of the Thirteen. Sluttiest? Easiest? Yes and yes. Amy, that’s the only reason why the Dark Lord bedded you, you sad silly bitch. Because you're an easy available slut! And then he grew bored and cast you aside, didn't he? Just like the millions of others before and after him.

My knee brutally finds its target and you release your Vampira kiss. Your blood curdling scream fills the air and reaches the ears of the other Eleven. I’m guessing the sound brings out eleven big smiles. You refuse to release my breast however and now you go after her twin, twisting my now erect rock hard nipples savagely.

“Is that all you’ve got, sister bitch?” I smirk as we lock eyes. I’m determined not to betray the pain I’m feeling, not going to give you any false hope for your survival. “I’m going to destroy your essence forever!” I hiss as I drive my knee up once more, straight and true, like a battering ram made of flesh, bone, cartilage … into the over-used kitty the Dark Lord rejected with a yawn of boredom.

Right after my knee makes violent contact … again … it feels like a gun goes off inside my skull when your head slams into my cheekbone. “Unnhhhhhh” My head snaps back and its like flickering white lights flash in my eyes as they fill with sudden tears. My head pounds and throbs in pain and both my hands reach out finding your ample dark breasts. My clutching fingers eagerly clamp down on them and squeeze … both to cause you pain and to help me keep my balance as I try to clear my head. I’m grateful that you’re suffering also from that second lethal knee strike so I get time to recover.

[Erin Lee]

With your arm in an armlock and your hand up between your shoulder blades, i thought i had you, 'specially as my arm was around your throat trying to throttle you.
But no, the rain has made you slippery and you manage to evade my attempts to lock you up.
You turn and take half a step back, before i can react you have your teeth sinking into my right breast.
I yell out in pain.."What is it with you vampire witches, don't they feed you meat at home?"
I snarl and rake your face with the nails of my left hand. My breast throbs and in anger i grab hold of your right nipple and sink my nails into it, twisting and pulling.