Cassandra vs Shimmerlace: The Taming of the Beastie

[Malkavia]

Rules: Say I Love You
Stakes: POW
Victory by forcing your opponent to say “I love you.”
Mild Hentai Allowed (but no full nudity or penetration).

Sometimes LAW management struck Shimmerlace as a bit daft. Where the fuck do you blighters suppose, on a Thursday morning, I'm going to find a carrier for a 185 pound cat?

But needs must, and Shimmerlace in full gear heaved across the Osaka LAW complex. Behind her ran a 6’x2’5”x2'5" portable kennel on a trolley. The kennel itself was light plastic, but when you added together everything inside it—30 cans of Friskies White Ocean Whitefish Tuna Shreds, plus the collar and leash, then the rabies vaccine, the few ounces of catnip, and don’t forget the squirt bottle and anti-flea shampoo—it made a mighty burden.

Many a head turned at Shimmerlace sweating and huffing to the secondary heavy-weight ring, in the door, past the ticket queue, and the attention only got more fierce when she had to ask some of the good folks there to hold the backstage access door.

(Should she have been worried she was out of her weight class and out of her home Lioness division?

Should she fuck. Today was for nothing but excitement: she'd soon be welcoming home a furry new member of her family.)

At the curtain just outside the ring, the backstage manager wore the usual headset and I dream nightly of death expression. That last bit might have been part of her gimmick; the green highlight and nose ring suggested a goth persona.

“Glad you decided to show up, Charlotte. Your manager wouldn’t have been happy if we’d needed to sub someone in. You're on after Cassandra in five—Are those...” she glanced warily at the trolley, “for the match…?” She turned to her clipboard, thumbing through the pages with a growing air of managerial concern.

Daft fucking management.

But Shimmer sucked it up and offered the girl her hand in a spirit of fraternal camaraderie. "Ma'am, I think we're off on the wrong foot. My name's Shimmerlace, and I'm here about an adoption.”

[Suzanna Mey]

Cassandra had been doing her warm ups backstage, stretching her legs and huge figure, admiring herself in the mirror. She was completely oblivious to the airhead doofus that was her opponent as her cringey cat sounds played over the speakers.

“Oh! Here we go!” She sang, and skipped out the door, wiggling her butt as she made her way out. Stepping out onto the ramp to adoration, she’d strut down the ramp, soaking in the cheers and worship from her simps. Making her way to the ring, she’d pose on the apron before slipping through the ropes, her ass shaking with the tail attached.

Posing in the center of the ring, she’d go to her corner and squat down, licking her lips, awaiting her foe.

[Malkavia]

Shimmerlace stared as the cat prowled past. Then she looked at her poor trolley and wondered if its wheels would survive the afternoon. Then her eyes shot back to the wiggle.

Thing is, “185 pounds” is abstract. Aye, thas allotta weight! you think, but do you really see the colossal baps, swinging and bouncing, probably a tight fifteen pounds in themselves? The imagination pales beside the supple terror of reality.

The backstage manager had other things to say. Sounded like the rabies vaccine was out and “had fucking better just be saline.” Shimmer only caught bits and pieces as she stood there, thumbnail in her mouth, turning pink.

It wasn’t just the size of the arse—it was the earned confidence of the wiggle, the way she teased with every strut. That wasn’t the prowl of a domestic feline. That’s a feral cat. And that made Shimmer’s skin run delightfully cold.

”When the truth is found...to be lies!”

—Shit. Late on her entrance.

The trolley had been stripped of some implements, but the carrier, squirt bottle, catnip, collar and leash were all still there. At the exasperated nod of the manager, Shimmer grabbed it and rushed backwards out into the spotlight.

“Hello everyone!” she trilled. It took her a bit to get the trolley in place and herself, gasping, into her corner, but get there she did. ”Sorry for the...delay here. Just had to get everything ready for my sweetums over there! Had to make sure she had a nice bed to rest in during the trip home today.”

[Suzanna Mey]

The massive catgirl really loved strutting her stuff, hence why she dressed and acted the way she did. She was confident and loved to be adored.

When she saw what her opponent brought to the ring a bright smile appeared on her face. “Awwwwww~“ She’d say, making a heart with her hand, admiring the set up.

Once everything settled in, the catgirl would smile, licking her lips, and winked at Shimmerlace. “Hellllloooo~” She greeted, offering out an extended paw. “Shake shake?” She sang, offering to shake.

[Malkavia]

”Awh, wicked Cassy! Aye, that is a shake shake! Ach—fuck.” Instead of taking her opponent's hand, Shimmer smacked her palm to her forehead. “Christ, I’m sorry kitty, I forgot to bring treats. But I’m very proud of ye, shake shake and speak are fantastic tricks!”

So not only was the cat beautiful and feral, she had a mind amenable to learning. It was important at this point to keep a professional face. There was trust and respect to be built early in the relationship. But beneath her respectful smile, Shimmer was imagining what it would be like to curl up on top of her sweet pet, leash in hand, wrapped up like a wee teddy bear in a strong pair of arms, using Cassy’s breasts as a warm set of pillows.

Shimmerlace turned to rifle, between the bottom and middle ropes, through the ring-side, ring-height trolley. ”Just one moment, girl, I left the treat-treats at home, but I do have something here for ya!”

It was perhaps unwise to turn her bare back on the cat. But she knew that going in. If she wouldn’t take the first move to trust Cassy, then how could she ask for trust in return?

[Suzanna Mey]

The catgirl would be confused at the antics of Shimmerlace. The girl was adorable, and she loved her outfit! She even had an adorable bottom to accent it all!

The catgirl would stick out her tongue at the reply from Shimmerlace. “No shakes, nya?” She sang, before the girl spun around to turn away from the catgirl. The bell had rung, yet this young lioness turned her back to Cassy? A fools move, obviously.

The catgirl creeped up behind the much smaller woman, and gave her bottom a nice firm smack. If Shimmerlace spun around in surprise, she’d cup the girl’s face, and lean in to force her lips upon her pink haired opponent’s soft lips.

“Mmmmmm~” She hummed into the kiss, before her tongue invaded the mouth of Shimmerlace, wrestling down and overpowering the young lionesses’ own tongue. Pushing the girl against the ropes as she smooched, the referee counted. “One…..two….”.

[Malkavia]

Foolish she might act, but Shimmer was no fool. She knew the beastie’d see the back of her neck and go chomp, and she’d had contingencies in mind.

Thing of it was, that spank made the hairs on the back of Shimmer’s neck stand up straight, delighted as can be, and then when she wheeled around (spray bottle in hand) there was less murder in the cat’s eyes, and more...Well, mischief might be a word. So Shimmer let the wave take her.

Cassandra kissed Shimmer. Shimmerlace threw her arms around Cassy and kissed her back.

—Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!

By the time their lips — pop! — parted, a strand of saliva connected the two, and for her turnip-red cheeks and crescent-moon grin, Shimmerlace might as well have been Thumper Rabbit pounding her hind leg on spring grass.

“Well aren’t you somethin’ special~”

“Three...Four!”

“Here, let’s continue our conversation, ah, back a step-”

If Shimmer had her way, she’d shove the big cat off her, and then leap up into her arms. She had a mind there might be a move that could transition to? It tickled the back of her skull. What was it—some kinda spider? But while she thought of it, UP and IN to the kitty just looked fun.

[Suzanna Mey]

Cassandra’s loving kiss was soft, almost soul sucking. She was an expert kisser and was showing Shimmerlace her craft. Once the wet and sloppy smooch was broken up, and Shimmer went into action mode!

Her body would launch into the catgirl’s, embracing her. “O-oh!” Cassy yelled out, shocked at how affectionate her foe was…but also how easy this trap was to set. “Oh yes! Hugs! Nya~” She sang, wrapping her arms around the embrace of Shimmer. Tight. Really tight. Tight enough that she was suddenly crushing the torso of her foe, shaking her back and forth. “Mmmmmm, you’re such a good kisser~” She sang, leaning in to try to steal some standing kisses while bearhugging the girl, her big tits smooshed against the body of her smaller foe.

[Malkavia]

Black Widow! That was the move. Except she should have really tried to hook the cat’s head for that one—hold up. There was a problem.

The problem was not only could Shimmer not breathe, but her ribs ached like celery might when a size++ cat squeezes it in a bear-hug, and before she’d even really started processing the way her spine was sending up warning flares, the cat started swinging her around mouse-like and Black Father of the Seven Courts I’m gonna lose my fucking lunch.

“NYAAAAGH!”

Cassy shook her to the left.

”FUUUUUUCK!”

Cassy shook her to the right.

...Well fun and affection was all well and fine, but honestly. This was starting to border on embarrassing. There were Coterie Members watching in the audience, at least one or two of ‘em, and Shimmerlace wasn’t about to lay back and disappoint the little buggers. Not even for a cat as cute as this.

Cassy shook her to the—

“NNNNNO!” Shimmer whipped out her spray bottle. Spritz spritz! If all went well, a stream of water would blast the kitten’s face. ”Y’ARE A BAD WEE BEASTIE. BEGONE WITH YE!”

Spritz spritz!

[Suzanna Mey]

Cassandra was holding and crushing Shimmerlace like a chew toy, shaking her about and making her almost like a inanimate object. She’d swing her side to side, smooching her face all the while. Make no mistake, this move was deadly. Every second she crushed her spine more and more, before finally was caught by surprise. A sprintz of water! In the face.

The catgirl paused. Water dripped down her face. It was like the gears in her head were spinning. “Oh.” She’d say, before suddenly going. “EEEE!” And dropping and sprinting away to the corner, backpedaling and landing on her ass infront of Shinmer. “HISSSSSS!” She let out, baring her teeth. It seems she decided to play up the cat thing even more.