Of course, it would be the blonde that can't put any effort into dressing up for such an occasion that gets jealous of Harley Quinn and all the attention that I garner, but as she turns to face me, with her little kitty kat claws poised, she delivers a swipe that really sets the mood. Her nails scratch up the top of my tits as she takes a swipe at my bra, her nails de-fleshing me slightly, as a tear appears in the fabric. "Now bitch, didn't your mother teach you about manners!" I hiss back, "but if you want to fight like a pussy, I'll show you who's the real cat!" as I lash out with my own claws in response, hoping to go blow for blow against one another, as I scrape my nails down your chest, aiming to ruin the look of your bra as well.
Hmmm, i start to thinking that this bitch is a tough one, she doesn't even flinch as my nails tear through her bra and lacerate her flesh. I only wish i was as tough, but i'm not and i let go a pained gasp as your nails return the damage with interest.
Mad now, cheeks flushed.."so you think i fight like a pussy?" i hissss as i form a claw with my right hand and then i thrust it viciously forwards between your legs, aiming to sink my talons into the soft flesh of your pussy. "You asked for it bitch" i sneer as i push my face close to yours and begin to lift my right arm up as i turn up the pressure on you....
A slight gasp escapes your lips as I return your catty claw across your chest, a sadistic smile on my face as we're just feeling one another out. Obviously, however, this cat has no interest in anything except maximum pain, and if that's how she likes it, that's fine! "Oh yeah! A big, slow, pussaaaaaHHHHHHH!" I scream out mid speak, as I find your right hand between my legs, your nails sinking into my pussy through my costume, as you raise me up onto my tippy toes to try and minimize the pain, your face pushed up nearly against mine.
The pain between my legs is blood-curdling - "You bitch" I scream out, both my hands grasping the one between my legs as my nails sink into your flesh, just trying to support myself mainly. Desperate however to get you to release and with your face as close as it is, presenting such an easy target, I swing my head forwards, looking to nail you on the bidge of your nose with my forehead, we'll see how the pussy likes a boop to the snoot!
Sometimes forward planning works effectively...and sometimes not, but in this case i kinda figured you might go for the cheap headbutt and i positioned my face so close to yours that it wouldn't be so effective. As your forehead boops my snoot it makes my eyes water and makes me release my vicious hold on your mound but nothing worse than that fortunately. I stagger back a couple of paces, but then i come right back in, vision slightly blurred from the tears but still able to see well enough to see Gabriella enter the room behind you...so i thrust out my arms and give you a hard shove, hoping to send you stumbling backwards into Gabriella.
My headbutt never had the chance to really get off the ground flying, let alone sailing, and does little but free me from the pussy mauling that this bitch was willing to subject me to off the bat. But free me from that is all I wanted it to do. I have but a second to pull the fabric back out of my pussy before you're back at me again, I can see tears formed in your eyes, but not the kind that indicates I've got you on the ropes... but the kind you get after rubbing your eyes for too long.
As you step forwards, I prepare for you to come claws out at me once again, and get ready to react by bringing you in close, however as I step in to close the distance completely, you instead shove me backward. I can feel my feet struggling to keep pace with the momentum for a second, and as I send my arms out behind me, I find myself crashing into someone else, inadvertently saving my fall. "This bitch!" I mutter to myself, before turning around to come face to face with the party goth. "And what's your problem!" I hiss as I watch her regain her composure after I collided with her.
I'm still aware of Erin now a few paces away from me, "Well if you want to play that game!", and with that, I grab Gabriella by the arm, and trying to use the momentum of her composing herself as well as my body weight, I try and send her staggering towards Erin, in what's become a rather cruel game of pinball.
