Paula's the alpha dog

Mindy moved in for Paula, but the shebeast was quick. She leapt for her, Mindy trying to grab her but she ducked under her arms, sliding behind her and mounting her taur half like a horse. She’d reach around, digging her fingers right into Mindy’s ample bosom. She purred in almost immediate delight, writhing to try and dislodge the wolf woman. She stayed put, reaching one hand under her four legs to start stroking at her pussy. She was apparently an expert, as Mindy’s eyes went wide and she gasped, all four legs staggering.

She fell to her side, either from weakness or attempting to smash down Paula, but she rolled opposite the fall, standing on her side and continuing her two-handed grope.
“It says that Paula’s supposed to be a favorite for this tournament,” Betsy said, having looked over a program earlier. “Even say she might take the championship sometime soon.”
You see a bit of admiration in her eyes when she stares at the ring. “You really want to be in there, huh?”
“I want to be in HER,” Betsy giggled. “She seems like what I really want to be. More aggressive an confident and all that…”
You reach an arm around her as Paula locks her muzzle over Mindy’s, kissing her with her long tongue and generally having her way with her.
“Well don’t change too much. You’ve got so much to be confident about already, with a body like that.”
She giggles in approval and blushes as she nuzzles up against you.