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Isabelle clashes with the wolf and the two women become the center of attention at the club. Her boyfriend grabs onto the ropes on one side, watching with intensity through his glasses. At the same time, their new acquaintances bounce excitedly from the other side.

The wolf snickers, one hand grabbing Isabelle by her luscious locks.

The kitsune's face scrunches in annoyance as she grips the wolf's fur, tugging her downward. The two yank and pull and stumble, their struggle looking more like an awkward drunken dance than a fight.

The wolf curls her fingers into a fist, throwing them at Isabelle's side, the pain shooting up through the kitsune as she pulls back away from her opponent.

Ignoring the throbbing, she backhands the wolf, sending her spinning, her tits and her dick bouncing around in an almost comical way.

The wolf recovers, rushing forward, her claws ready to swipe, but Isabelle dodges to the side, getting a handful of the wolf's hair and yanking her against her momentum.

The wolf falls to her knees, reaching back, groping and clawing at Isabelle's arm, as her whole naked body is displayed for the gawking crowd.

Despite the little scratches coming from the attempt to make her let go, Isabelle holds onto the hold with poise and dignity, even holding one hand akimbo as she holds onto the flailing wolf.

Isabelle's tails swirl around, catching the wolf's attention for a moment, disorienting her and making her misstep. From that, Isabelle shoves her down, sending her slamming into the floor onto her tits.

"Gah, fuck!" she yelps, pushing herself up, but Isabelle follows up.

"Tch, pathetic," Isabelle says. "Can't even do a proper catfight, can you?" She asks this, landing on the wolf's back, a hand pressed against her head, burying her face against the ground.

With a smug look of superiority, Isabelle smirks down at her opponent and says, "Feeling defeated, baby? This is why I'm the best bitch."

The wolf's fury is evident in her eyes as she reaches to push herself up and buck the self-proclaimed victor. Isabelle isn't ready for that. Her tails swish and swerve while one drags over a pair of panties.

"Oh, no, you don't. Seems I must knock the rest of the fight out of you."

"What are you sayin', MMPH!?"

The kitsune shoves the balled-up undergarment into the wolf's mouth, holding her maw shut with both hands, thumbs over her nose.

Without room to breathe, the wolf inhales the dampened cloth for only a few seconds before she slaps her palm feverishly against the ground, stinging her pads and tearing up in the mix of humiliation and panic.

Isabell relents, and the wolf coughs up the panties, letting them roll out of her mouth as a spit-covered wad. She hardly has a chance to catch her breath when Isabelle stands up, plants her foot under the wolf's side, and flips her over, her cock flopping about as her head lulls side-to-side, defeated and humiliated.

"Now, then, are you ready to call me the big bad bitch around here, bitch?"

"Buh... buuhmmmph!"

Whatever she was going to say, the wolf is once again stopped from doing so as the fluffy fox's thighs press against her cheeks and push her down onto the floor. The wolf pushes her heels and lifts her hips, hands going to Isabelle's butt. Her eyes are wide as she stares at Isabelle, unable to keep her gaze off the kitsune's commanding presence.

It's too late. She's already done and defeated, and she's already given up by tapping out. What's left, then, but to suffer?

The kitsune grinds against her face, biting her lip, chuckling as her gaze goes over her shoulder and to her boyfriend. She kisses him, running a hand over her hair while she holds the other one to the wolf's head, pushing her in. "Come on, bitch. Use that tongue for something better than mouthing off."

The wolf closes her eyes, trying to keep herself away from the sensation when the last humiliation comes to her as the free hand moves down from her head and wraps around that shaft. "That's a good girl. You're my good girl, got it?"

"MMmph!"

With her tongue delving against Isabelle's thighs and over her button, the wolf arches her hips against the smooth pads of the kitsune's hand. Almost as if rewarding her, Isabelle strokes that intersex cock, her palm playing at the head as her fingers have a firm grip around the shaft.

Precum oozes up from the tip as Isabelle grinds against her face, the sounds of both women getting closer and closer fill the room as the audience leans in, gripping the ropes tightly and watching for that explosive finish!

And with a scream muffled by Isabelle's muff, the wolf's whole lower body shudders and shakes as a geyser of cum shoots up and rolls down the kitsune's fingers.

Feeling that final release, Isabelle throws her head back. She lets out a loud, satisfying moan, clamping her legs around the wolf. As she does, she releases herself, a squirter of the highest caliber simply drenching the lupine face in the warm delight she exudes.

The wolf falls back, her face drenched and clumped, her eyes rolled around, and her tongue lulled out.

Isabelle sighs and pushes herself up, standing and stretching and holding a glistening hand in triumphant victory!

The crowd cheers as she walks back over to her boyfriend, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Shall we go home, dear?"

"What about asking her what she was up to?"

Isabelle shrugs. "You know what? I got everything that matters out of her, already."