We finish this!

Vixen held her head, and looked across the ring at you, and her pupils shrank a little before becoming slit, narrow. She growled and sharpened her claws on the mat, and never took her eyes off you for a second. "What's wrong with her?" Kara asked worriedly.

"I don't know--" you begin, but cleared your throat to speak more clearly again. "I don't know, but I don't think she's herself right now." You gently push her back with your arm, and step back into the ring. You glare at Mari, squeezing your fists as she acts as a wild animal. A predator... "Want a piece of me? Come and get it." She charges on all fours, growling, and hopped at you like a frog while bearing her claws. You sidestep and tackle her to the ground, where the two of you wrestle it on the floor. When you finally pin each other down, your hand was on the back of her neck; her legs were wrapped tightly around your stomach; you press your body down to stop her from reaching the necklace; and her free hand tried to claw you again if not for your hand stopping it from happening. You both were in quite the tangled web and even with all that fighting, you felt... a wet spot? Was Vixen getting horny? Was this before, after, or maybe... during the sonic cry?

"Vix, what's wrong with you?!" Kara called to her. "Don't hurt him! He's my friend."

"Glad to know how much I mean to you," you retort, having an inkling of how to, at least, get free of Vixen's grip. Using Black Canary's rule to subdue a female opponent, you **** her resisting paw over to her orange uniform and had it rub between her legs. At first, she didn't wish to but then she slowly got into it, and you let go and watch her rub on her own. Her legs loosened their grip and you slide your head down to her hand, burying your nose into her costume and against her wet snatch. Rubbing it back and forth, you hear Vixen's ragged breathing getting slightly faster with each passing moment. Her hand grabs your head and tries to bury your face deeper, and you push and rub on her clitoris hard with your nose. She bites her lower lips to stop herself from moaning out load, resulting in quieter sounds of pleasure which got slowly louder bit by bit; she wants more...