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Alissa and Sally tumble down the stairs, and the speed of their descent makes throwing any sort of coordinated attack out of the question. Instead, they are forced to hold each other close as the old wooden stairway bangs against the shoulder blades, arms, sides, and hips.

Their long descent and intimate hold don't stop the two of them from scratching and clawing and gnawing and biting down, ripping and tearing blindly at vest and shorts and bra and fur. This continues for a lifetime and a moment until they crash at the bottom in a tangle of fur and blood.

Alissa never imagined herself curled up and gripped tightly to her most hated rival, her claws buried into Sally's flesh. The wolf didn't have very much patience to think about it. Once her wits are back, she kicks against Sally's thigh, forcing her away as she scrambles to her feet.

In the scuffle, one of the straps of her sports bra was ripped, and her shorts hang in tatters against the elastic. She snorts at the state of her dress. "You come into my home, and you mess up my living room. You stupid, stuck-up bitch. We could have met anywhere and torn that place up! Not all of us can afford to replace our furniture when a psychopath busts down our door!

Sally rubs her shoulder, standing up as well. Her vest is half off, and one of her boots got lost in the descent, landing halfway up the stairs. "This nonsense between you and me... it ends now, got it?"

"Oh yeah?" Alissa asks, flipping her off. "And how do you plan on ending it? Getting your teeth kicked in?"

Sally unfastens one of her bracelets, letting it fall to the floor, and takes the glove. "No more weapons. Let's just use what our bodies give us."

"No more jabbering," Alissa says, gripping the remaining strap on her top and tearing it aside. She tosses the discarded fabric, letting her breasts free.

The other glove and bracelet come off, and Sally kicks her boot off on the lowest stair.

The two keep their eyes upon each other as Alissa rips off her shorts and Sally rolls off her vest. The wolf stretches while the chipmunk lifts her top off, tossing it into the pile.

Alissa cracks her knuckles as Sally steps out of her stupid bike shorts, kicking them aside.

The moment that the princess stands up is when Alissa charges forward, swiping her claws at her chest. Sally is ready for a preemptive strike and grabs the wolf's wrist, scowling and throwing a punch straight. Into the wolf's stomach!

Spit and blood fly out of Alissa's mouth from the impact, but she hooks her leg around Sally's ankle, throwing them down to the ground with such force that their faces slam against the old, darkened floor.

Alissa doesn't let up and climbs on top of the princess. The wolf straddles her back and grabs her from under the chin. Claws scratch and push at the flesh, and Alissa bares her teeth in a throaty growl. Her hate and anger bubble up at this pretentious intruder so much that she doesn't realize how much of a thrill it was!

Sally can feel pain in her neck being pulled back in an unnatural tilt and the warmth radiating out of the accursed punk. She finds her vision starting to cloud from the pain rushing through her body, her dizziness from the spill, and the raw, primal nature of these two bodies bare and battling, revealing some of her own secret shame.

--

Their last fight happened on a rainy night in an alleyway. It was brutal, and it was raw. The princess had to use all of her stealth afterward, and she hobbled home without anyone finding out what she had been up to.

Only one person was allowed to treat her wounds after such fights, and Nicole was not one to betray any secret. But even that night was a secret that the Holo-Lynx wasn't ready for. Even before Sally had a chance to get a preliminary check-up, the chipmunk grabbed her oldest friend and brought her into the biggest, horniest kiss they had ever had.

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Sally reaches back and scratches at Alissa's thigh, her other hand gripping the wolf's fingers to fight to pry her off. With her very life on the line, there's no reason to fight fairly in a match such as this. So, she goes for the underhanded move she had been saving for just such an emergency.

She protrudes two fingers, shoving them right up between Alissa's legs.

Surprised by the sudden turn in their fight, Alissa yelps and rolls off of Sally, getting onto her knees, practically roaring in a fury.

Sally scrambles up and meets her attack.

They grab onto each other's hands, fighting in a battle of strength to push the other down. They stare into each other's eyes, pressing their warm, bloody, beautiful bodies up against one another, nipples hard and juices flowing between their legs.

Both of them realize that these fights are more than just to prove a point--they are the only way the two of them can actually feel alive.

Alissa and Sally's struggle against one another continues, with the two pushing against each other's clutched hands, slowly standing from the floor, eyes locked, determined to overpower the other. They push themselves higher and higher until they finally stand face-to-face. Sally thrusts forward, lowering their arms and pressing her chest against Alissa's.

Alissa snarls as their noses squish together, their nipples rubbing against one another. Their naked bodies find this mockery of an intimate connection. This is her home, and this bitch dares to try to overpower her here? That is not going to fly. And who is she, flaunting herself like this with her tits. It's enough to make the wolf sick, or rather, it's enough to spur her own to more anger!

She ends the struggle, lessening her grip against Sally, which throws the chipmunk off of her balance. This gives Alissa the chance to knee her--directly in the cunt.