Kitty's down

Dolly squeezed Kitty’s neck with her powerful thighs until she squeezed the air from her body, coming out as a long, miserable squeal.

“Come on, baby! Gonna cry, baby? Lick my pussy good and maybe I’ll let you go.”

Kitty whimpered and reached her tongue out to lick Dolly, but the hold she was in left even her fairly long tongue just shy of Dolly’s pussy. She laughed enormously as Kitty started to tear up, left with no hope of escape.

Kitty finally lost enough breath and energy to collapse limply. Dolly released the hold with the catgirl totally collapsed. Dolly kicked her lightly to make sure she didn’t even twitch. She left the ring to steal a beer from a fan and dump it on the catgirl before she could be checked for the KO.

Kitty sputtered and writhed, but still had almost no energy at all.
“Wakey wakey, whiskers. You wet your litter box again.”
Kitty just moaned groggily.

“Unfortunately for you, I’m still in heat and out for ****. No one escapes my scissors, no one escape my ****, and nobody touches my HAIR!”