the good girls

When Fisti was asked to the gym by Aiju, she wasn’t really sure what to expect, but the Galmon had a rather determined look in her eyes.

“Mari’s mine”, she announced. “I’m his mate. Got it?”

W-where did that come from?

“I have no interest in Mari!”, Fisti hastily defended herself, but the catgirl wasn’t convinced.

With a resolute gaze she pointed towards the martial artist. “Gonna defeat you, gonna defeat everyone. You first.”

Was this a Nekotamata thing? Fisti could certainly understand why the Galmon would feel threatened by the sudden influx of girls around her “mate.”

But why her?

The reason was in fact rather simple. Fisti was the only one available right now. The Martial Artist could only sigh.

But it wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy a good brawl. No, if anything she neglected her training for way too long. Internally wincing, she thought back at her pathetic showing this morning when that devil effortlessly dispatched her. And in front of Lady Sylphid as well! How humiliating.

In that regard, this was a great opportunity.

“Yer on, cat brain!”, Fisti announced, adopting her fighting stance. “But don’t start crying when yer rear ends up getting spanked.”

“Ey!”

Fisti soon learned that Aiju was not an opponent she should take lightly. The catgirl was both fast and strong and her claws could be absolutely deathly.

Of course Fisti saw this as a mere training bout, but this crazy catgirl showed absolutely no restraint.

As was proven when Aijuka managed to rip open her shirt, exposing her white bra.

“H-hey, hold on! Time out!” Fisti blushed and covered herself up.

Meanwhile Aijuka had a big grin on her face. “Gotta be better then that, if you wanna beat me.”

Fisti grumbled. “We saved yer furry ass today, ya know!”

Aiju cocked her head. “Did not. Other Lady did. You got beaten by devil. Lame.”

Uggghh! “Why, I should tan yer hide!”Fisti rushed in the offensive again but Aiju had an easy time bopping and weaving out of her punches.

“Meow!”

And finally, Aijuka saw on opening, lunged at Fisti and pushed her to the ground.

The fist fighter gritted her teeth as she came crashing down. She tried to get up but Aiju had her pinned firmly to the ground. “Give up, weak girl?”

“Who are ya calling weak?” Fisti roared and pushed her muscle to their limits but Aijuka merely bend down and gave her face a small lick.

“H-hey! Stop that!”

The catgirl grinned, reveling in her dominance. “Say that I am stronger and your weak little litter.”

Like hell Fisti would **** herself like that! They both lost in the first round after all. So if even this catgirl is able to beat her, where does that leave her?

“Ya haven’t won yet!”, Fisti declared, trying one more time to get up.

In response to that, Aiju yanked Fisti’s bra down and started to suckle on her exposed breasts.

The martial artist let out a surprised squeal. “H-hey! No! That’s...not fair!”

For the catgirl this was a simple way to establish dominance. She did it often when playfighting with her sisters. As such she licked Fisti’s nipples and even used her teeth, to bite her a bit.

Of course Fisti was very uncomfortable with this. But to her shame, she was getting aroused. Not only that, but the sheer intensity was surprising. It was similar to earlier. Was this another side effect of what that crazy devil did to her. As much as she wanted, she couldn’t prevent her nipples from stiffening and her crotch getting wet.

Aiju was no stranger to these signals and flashed Fisti a knowing grin. “Horny.”

“I..I...I’m not horny!”, the martial artist hastily defended herself. “Just you wait and I’m gonna...hiiiii!”

Aijuka started suckling at her breasts again. And what next happened, even shocked the catgirl.

Fisti’s breasts where lactating.

The martial artist gasped in abject shock as she stared at her own body This...this couldn’t be happening!

But unfortunately, Aiju happened to be rather fond of milk and greedily slurped up the offering. Which also unfortunately for Fisti had the side effect of making her even more horny.

This...This accursed devil! This is all her fault!

All semblance of this being a fight had now passed. Fisti was too horny to care about anything beyond getting pleasure while Aijuka wanted to get as much milk out of these breasts as possible.

And finally, Fisti was driven over the edge, achieving a climax that was not quite as intense as the one a few hours prior, but was unfamiliar enough to still be a complete shock to her system. Incidentally, that also caused a stop to the lactating.

Aiju purred pleasantly. The milk was rather tasty and her animalistic instinct to dominate was properly satisfied. Humming a cheerful tune at her clear victory, she finally released Fisti and stood up.

Sparing little thought to the defeated martial artist, who will probably remain in afterglow bliss for quite some time, the catgirl strolled out of the gym.

After all, there are many rival mates still left to defeat.