Sally’s eyes go glassy, and she spits out of her mouth and onto Alissa’s cheek. Alissa responds by breaking their connection and spinning around, backhanding the princess.
Sally staggers back, hoping to get away from her opponent for a moment. She pads around the room, which is relatively sparse compared to the living room, with only an old couch off to the side and some storage boxes. Otherwise, it’s the perfect room for a brawl.
Alissa doesn’t give her much time to survey and rushes for her, claws at the ready.
If she’s going to be so crass, then Sally should reciprocate. She lunges forward, but she doesn’t strike or scratch, but instead grabs a handful of Alissa’s chest and squeezes, twisting,  making her yelp in surprise.
The wolf grabs Sally’s head, digging into her scalp, fury in her visage as the princess twists her tits. Sally can only ignore the pain for so long before she relents, letting Alissa have the perfect opportunity to slam her head down against her knee.
Sally falls onto the floor, and Alissa is soon to follow her, sitting on her stomach, straddling her. She curls her fingers and throws a punch, striking her jaw again with her other fist.
Sally thrusts a hand forward, grabbing Alissa’s chin to throw off her aim. Still, the wolf keeps bashing her repeatedly, her anger wavering into excitement at the thrill of conquest.
Soon, though, Alissa relents, cracking her knuckles, admiring the swelling that starts to throb through Sally’s face, but the princess reaches again for the wolf’s thigh. However, a surprise doesn’t come more than once, and Alissa grabs her wrist, pulling it away. “Not only are you a stuck-up royal bitch,” the wolf says, spitting. “But you’re a slut too. Is that it?”
“F… fuck you….” Sally coughs.
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t ya? You try to mess up my body because you want a piece of it, right? How about I have a piece of yours!”
She spins around, her tail smacking Sally in the face. She lowers herself and digs into the princess’s thighs, spreading them apart. This will be the ultimate act of dominance over her, and to humiliate the princess would be the ultimate victory. And victory never tasted so sweet.
She lowers her face down between Sally’s legs, chuckling. “You’re fuckin’ getting off to this, skank!” she says before opening her mouth and grabbing a bit of that labia flesh between her teeth!
Sally groans, tears forming in her eyes. She grips onto Alissa’s butt and pushes her upward, giving Sally her view of the glistening sex between the wolf’s legs. Alissa is such a depraved beast, getting off to causing sexual harm to her, and while the princess hates to admit it, Alissa is right. But they’re both getting off to this—to their hatred and struggle.
There’s only one way to make this even more exciting.
With her own chomp, Sally bites Alissa’s pussy. This surprises the wolf, digging her claws through the skin, burning and cutting Sally but freeing her sensitive pussy from any more damage.
Sally takes this opportunity to shove Alissa off of her and then thrusts her heel against the wolf’s swollen sex, pushing her away, standing scrambling to her feet.
Recovering from the stunning attack, Alissa, on all fours, whirls around. She bares her teeth and leaps at the princess, going for another cunt punch as she grabs the princess by the throat, slamming her down.
The double whammy has her sprawled on the floor, leaving Sally stunned while she sees the seriously pissed-off face of the wolf on top of her. “You fuckin’ pampered pile of shit. I hope you liked that taste, ‘cause that’s all you’ll ever get from me!”
Croaking through the choke, Sally responds. “You taste like shit.” She pulls Alissa’s hand away and elbows the wolf before staggering back up.
Snorting, Alissa stands up, standing opposite Sally in the room. Already the floor is ruined by blood, sweat, and droplets of the desires of both women.
“So, you wanna fuck me now, is that it?” Alissa says. “Fuckin’ freak.”
“You seem to enjoy it too,” Sally responds, taking a moment to stretch her leg.
“What I enjoy is kicking your ass, no matter how I do it!” Alissa responds.
“Same here,” Sally says, “and it seems we’ve probably found a way we could do it. Complete control of our bodies, forcing the other to enjoy each other’s touch.”
“A fuckin’ sexfight!? You’ve got to be kidding me,” Alissa says.
“Afraid I’d win?” Sally asks, a taunting smirk on her face.
“I will break your face, bitch!” the wolf shouts, again running for the chipmunk.
“That’s fine,” Sally says, dodging out of the way. “I’m going to break your mind.”
Alissa’s attack on Sally comes fast and strong, but Sally knows what to expect from her opponent. How many times have they battled? She’s lost, count. This time, it will be different.
The princess rushes forward herself. The naked fighters finally clash with solid punches from both of them, striking each other in the face, squishing their cheeks, and blurring their vision as the impact hits them.
Alissa stumbles back, and the throbbing in her cheek, bloodied by the previous cut from Sally’s blades, affects her senses. Sally falls back against some of the packing boxes, knocking them aside and spilling various articles of clothing onto the floor.
With the two of them knocked to the ground, they crawl with renewed anger, Sally tackling Alissa first and rolling onto the floor with her opponent. The next movement in their dance is so inelegant as the chipmunk grabs her opponent’s hair and pulls. At the same time, Alissa punches and kicks her.
“Skank!”
“Slut!”
“Whore!”
“Bitch!”
They roll about, tumbling over the clothing, drenching the pile in their exertions. Soon, though, Alissa grabs onto Sally’s ankle and pulls her leg upwards.
“You want it so bad? Fine!” The wolf huffs and puffs. She slides her body upwards, her cunt jamming against Sally’s. “Let’s see how you like it when I use you to masturbate!” She grips hard to the princess’s leg, digging her claws into her and gritting her teeth.