It had started quickly enough. Isabelle and her boyfriend were out and about on the town, minding their business at the trendiest club. They sat at a table together, sharing it with a few regulars, including a horned gal and a little pink lizard.
“I’ll go get us some more drinks!” Isabelle offers, but when she comes back, what she sees makes her heart run cool, and her blood boils.
Her beau sits uncomfortably in the booth, squishing back into the seat with a bright red blush on his face.
A busty and bulgy wolf leans in, her claws scraping the table as she grins down at him.
“Hey, what’s going on here!?” Isabelle says, a growl in her throat.
The wolf spins around, her tail smacking Isabelle on the chest, sending wine all over her dress.
“Gah, the fuck!?”
“Watch where you’re standin’ and stop getting into a lady’s business!” The wolf says, snarling as she steps up, pushing her chest against Isabelle’s.
The kitsune growls back, stomping forward. “Oh yeah? Doesn’t seem lady-like to be shaking down my guy. Now, you going to pay for this?”
“Fuck that!” the wolf snickers. “You get your drunk ass out of my face before I do something you’ll regret.”
Isabelle grabs the wolf by the hair. “Uh-huh, yeah, you wanna talk a big game, but you’re not willing to put out, are ya?”
The wolf slaps Isabelle’s cheek, knocking her face to the side. Her wide-mouthed shock quickly melts into a growling grimace. 
The kitsune tugs at the wolf’s hair, making the lupine lady growl before she lets go, causing her to stumble back and fall onto the table.
Isabelle rolls her shoulders, smirking. “Now then. Why don’t we end this amicably, and we can let cooler heads prevail.”
“The fuck!? You grabbed me first, bitch!”
Sighing, Isabelle says, “I’m afraid I get a tad possessive when it comes to my partner. I’m sure you understand.”
“Understand this!” the wolf pushes herself up, thrusting her elbow into Isabelle’s stomach.
The kitsune coughs out, doubling over but seeing red as the pain swells through her body. She snarls and tackles the wolf, the two crashing into the table.
The guests all hop out of the way as the table shatters underneath the two ladies, Isabelle grabbing the wolf’s dress strap and the wolf clawing at the side of Isabelle’s dress. Fabric tears as they roll on the ground, kicking and scratching at each other, tugging at hair and fur, and otherwise just being a blur of fur and cloth that rips up and tumbles down along the floor.
The two soon roll their way against a rail, with Isabelle’s back against it. She uses it as leverage as she kicks her feet up and slams them into the wolf’s stomach and crotch. Isabelle’s heel makes contact with the bulge beneath the wolf’s dress and the wolf yelps and whines as she’s struck square in the balls.
Soon, Isabelle pulls herself up, looking over her shoulder. Behind her is the dance floor, yet to be opened, but with spotlights all over it.
The wolf is up and rushes her. Isabelle hops over the rail and steps back, pulling the strap of her dress up and curling her finger.
“You’re on, bitch!” the wolf snarls, hopping over the rail. Her dress strap gives way, leaving her tits fully exposed as she stares Isabelle down, narrowing her eyes.
A moment passes, and she rushes Isabelle. The kitsune is ready, grabbing onto her again and tearing off the clothing like wrapping paper.
The wolf stumbles forward in her panties and turns around. “You wanna humiliate me? Let me see how you’d like it if I did that to you.”
“You were saying?” asks the kitsune.
“What game are you playing?” The wolf asks, covering her chest with her hands.
“I figure if we are to have a contest, we should codify it with some rules,” Isabelle admits. “Angry fighting with no clear goal is no way to solve a situation. Shall we make our dispute interesting?”
The wolf narrows her eyes as Isabelle hooks her thumbs into her panties, pulling them down. Now, all her colorations and markings on her fur are fully displayed, showing off her body that is quite the work of art.
“Heh… okay, maybe that would work. Ya kicked me in the dick, you know. How about we make it even for my cock. First to orgasm admits the other is the winner.”
“It seems we can agree on something. If I win, I want to know what you were doing, and I want you to stay away from my boyfriend.”
“If I win,” snarls the wolf, “your boy toy is coming with me with no questions asked!” She steps out of her own panties, her dick dangling down. “Now, then… Imma fill you up good, bitch!”
“We shall see about that,” Isabelle says, her tails swishing around in an almost hypnotic pattern.
The wolf rushes forward, but Isabelle is ready to crash into her as well, tits mashing up against tits and hands moving to get to each other, but Isabelle winds up lacing fingers together, leaving her and the wolf to struggle against one another, pushing tit against tit and pressing nose against the nose.
Everyone watches, first with a bit of concern but soon with loud cheers and boisterous calls.
The entertainment for the evening has been found.