The Battle Continues!

"Hell no," Grimm said. He couldn't contain his smile. He was having fun! "I'm just getting started."

Mars blew a raspberry. "Pfffft. If you say so." She rubbed her stomach. "Can we wrap this up? I'm fucking starving."

Grimm rose, chuckling. "Let's do this." He flexed and stretched, loosening up his muscles for the coming bout. He put his fists up.

Mars paused. "Wait a sec." She patted at her shirt, then let out a long sigh. "Dammit."

Grimm's fists were still raised. "What is it?"

"You tore my shirt, asshole. Right before I bodyslammed you." She tapped her horns as a clue. "Fucking bulls."

"Wait a minute," Grimm said, visibly puzzled. "That was your fault!"

Mars blew another raspberry. "Doesn't matter! I'll have my **** and all that crap." She slackened a little, put her hands to her sides. "I hate fighting in this shit, anyway." With that, she pulled her shirt up over her head and threw it behind her.

Grimm's eyes went wide with surprise. He couldn't help it: Mars's chest tumbled free of its bonds, wobbling so heavily that for a second Grimm thought she might reverse the direction of the wind.

The cow's tits were now totally exposed. Her nipples immediately stiffened in the breeze.

Grimm's cock hardened beneath his loincloth. He awkwardly moved into a fighting position. "Umm... are you ready now?" he asked.

"Hold up," Mars said, putting her hands to her waist. "I'm asymmetrical now." She pulled her pants down and kicked them away. Her thighs were thick, but had plenty of muscle, and Grimm had to stop himself from drooling.

So there they were, nearly identically clad -- Grimm in his loincloth, Mars in her thong.

"Now I'm ready!" Mars said cheerfully, stretching. "Come on, I'm hungry!"

A stupid smile crossed Grimm's face as he hurtled toward his fellow bovine. This was a great fight. "Here I come!" he shouted, throwing his fist before him.

Mars caught Grimm's fist in her palm and, swift as a thought, kneed him in the stomach. Adrenaline kept Grimm going, however, and he delivered a quick punch to the cow's side. It barely staggered her, and she followed up his attack by twisting her body around his arm and delivering another swift knee to his side.

Grimm stumbled back, growled, and charged. In a barfight he would have defaulted to playing the defensive by now, but he was having too much fun. Mars was a real challenge, and defeating her would be much sweeter than toppling some drunken stooge.

Maybe he shouldn't have charged after all. As Grimm cleared the distance between him and Mars, the cow twisted her torso and slapped him, hard, with her tits. The **** of the blow sent Grimm flying through the air. He landed on his back with a loud groan.

"What the fuck?" he asked. "Did you just --"

"Yep! It's kind of my signature move."

"Then why didn't --"

"I use it before? I didn't want to ruin my shirt." She giggled and planted her hands on her hips. "So, uh, thanks, I guess."

Grimm grunted as he rose back to his feet. "I won't fall for that again," he growled. He rushed toward the cow, ready to bypass her wrecking ball tits.

"We'll see about that!" Mars called out, laughing.

Grimm closed the gap, quickly ducking to the side to get around Mars's chest. She must have anticipated this, however, because she twirled around, slapping one udder toward his face while the other moved toward his torso. Grimm instinctively raised a hand to catch the tit hurtling toward his chest, but didn't move fast enough for the other. The soft, pillowy flesh mashed against his cheek, sending his head snapping to the side.

The bull still had a hand on Mars's other breast, so he gripped hard and pushed, sending her spinning. She yelped as Grimm ducked behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach.

"Fuck off!" Mars cried, squirming.

Grimm laughed heartily. "I've got you now!" His reverie was cut short by a series of blows from Mars's elbow. As he gasped in pain, she kicked one leg around his, hitting him in the back of the knee. The bull fell to one knee and, before he could recover, Mars slapped him hard across the face with her bosom.

Grimm sailed through the air, again, but caught himself this time. He pushed against the earth and flew back at Mars, fist raised. Mars rushed toward him at the same time, fist also ready to strike.

Bull and cow collided fist-first. They managed to punch each other at exactly the same time.

They both fell.