Catfight Stories Novels & Stories

Jasmine's command shout to Pegasus. The horse ran slowly at first. Jasmine was even happier to tighten the tug on its reins." "Jasmine, you are so stubborn. Why are you riding that horse again?" her Aunt Andrea shouted. It refers to Pegasus. And it was so late that Jasmine climbed up on Pegasus back. Fortunately, her Aunt Andrea was good at horse riding and quickly followed Pegasus. Mang Castor also quickly followed on board Stallion. Pegasus only follows Mang Castor's voice. Then it

Ayden, the person ranked first in Twelve Ruffians, shouted toward Lennon, who was ranked last, "Lennon, you go first. We'll rest first!" Lennon ranked last in the Twelves Ruffians, and it was often the top-ranked people charging into battles. Today, it was finally his turn. "Chick, let me have some fun with you today. Killian's deal is so easy!" Who wouldn't like such an excellent money-making deal? To provoke Catherine, Lennon even stretched out only one hand to spar with her. "Seeing you're a woman, I'll only use one hand to fight you!" Catherine looked at him coldly. There were originally no grievances or grudges between them, and she didn't want to lay heavy hands on him.

The fat cat on the opposite side said in anger, "Meow. Who are you, fat and stupid guy? How dare you change into the shape of a cat? You're courting death!" "Hey, I haven't made trouble for you. You fake cat are actually going after us!" Evil Moon became angry all of a sudden. "I can't hold my temper anymore. I haven't eaten people for more than a month. You fake cat, come here, I'm going to tear you up." "You fake cat, you're courting death!" The other fat cat jumped from Ding Hao's shoulder on the opposite side and rushed over. Two streams of white light flowed. The two fat cats scuffled with each other.

He raised his claws uk and scratched my fur, taking some flesh with him and I bit back a pain filled growl as I glared at him. With a surge of determination, I retaliated. The battle intensified, with no particular end in sight. Our clashes were so fluid, the people who stood and stared couldn't make anything out. My movements became an intricate dance, a blend of instinct and skill. I sidestepped his attacks, my own strikes finding their mark. The tide turned, and the once-confident Callahan found himself on the defensive.

Pain spread through my side, but I shoved my elbow into her face. Magda dodged then grabbed my hair from behind, pulling my head back. Stars scattered in my vision, but I pushed my elbow back hard. The elbow hit—her ribs until she flinched and released it. I smiled, spun and caught Magda's wrist as she threw another punch, using her momentum to slam her into the furniture. But they weren't done. Deca attacked me again, her face red with anger. She threw wild punches. I ducked under it and threw an uppercut. My knuckles hit her jaw. She staggered back, blood flowing at the corner of her mouth.

And there was one cut near his eyebrow that looked like it hadn't even healed yet. My stomach twisted painfully. God, I'd done that. Or at least part of it. The memory of our last fight hit me like a sucker punch. Last Friday at the bonfire, both teams went at it again. This time, it was Craig who had slept with one of the Warriors' girlfriends. The guy confronted him, and it all went down from there. It was like a thing now, where the boys just slept with the other's girl or sister just to taunt them. The Warriors did it to us, and we did to them. It was like a sick game that, of course, usually ended in some kind of a fight.

They waneted to see bloodshed and I was sure we wouldn't disappoint. I saw looks exchanged by the male cats. What the hell was it about a chick fight that made boys act so silly? "Hand to hand tonight....no weapons, no spells....just basic combat." This was going to be a long night.

(Bryson's POV) I'm a guy. Typically, if a guy - a hormonal one, might I add - would confront a cat fight, the normal response would be "Wow! That's hot!", "Damn!", "Hell yeah!" or whatever was generally said to such circumstance. To such event graced the male populace, they viewed it as live sadistic lesbian porno. But, I wasn't your typical normal guy. A cat fight between two female Alerians; an ex girlfriend and a girl whom I had slept with two years ago, wasn't considered hot on my vocabulary.

Between playful growls and nips, they muttered in hushed, excited tones. “You’re too slow!” one huffed, pinning his brother down with a triumphant wag of his tail. “Am not! You cheated!” the other grumbled, wriggling free and tackling back. A smaller cub watched from the side, ears twitching. “I bet I can take both of you.” The others paused, then burst into yipping laughter. “You? You’re barely bigger than a rabbit!” The small cub puffed up. “Size doesn’t matter! My father says the strongest warriors were small once.”

Giovanni's impassive voice interrupted the catfight when all of them were startled to the see the Don himself. "Brother!" Blair spoke with furrowed brows as she was unaware when she got a punch from the rival girl as she whirled, balancing herself to stop falling. Turning around she saw Blaze with a clenched jaw, her fists folded, ready to punch her. "Oh, Blaze is blazing with anger," Blair scoffed and punched her, again. The fistfight continued when Blair jolted Blaze in her arms, her neck was being caught by Cliterella. “Shhh!” her raw voice brutal against her ear.