Alternate Ending, a Catwacher tribute

So anyone who has followed my posts on here knows Im a big Catwacher fan. Just love the guy's work. One of his earlier stories, "Not what they seem" was one of my earliest favorites from this genre, though the ending never sat well with me. The victorious party basically takes a beating the entire story, cheats, then acts like she just won a gold medal. The "villain" of the story to me seems the more sympathetic. With that in mind, I decided to take a crack at giving a slightly different spin to this classic story. Hopefully you enjoy it, and I encourage everyone to check out Catwacher's original tale along with his many other awesome stories found right here on Hostboard. Excuse the spelling errors, Im deployed at the moment and lack the patience to really sweep through manually (yeah, lazy I know)

I walked out of the building just as Conni's car pulled up. After easily sliding in to the passenger seat, I closed the door as my best friend manuevered the vehicle back in to traffic.

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, asking, "So what's the big surprise that's got you so excited?"

Conni wasn't the only one in the car who was excited. Whenever my hazel-eyed brunette got decked out in a leather miniskirt and knee-high boots, my blood pressure got elevated. Usually in a certain area. I squirmed a little in my seat trying to relieve the pressure from my pants restraining my now erect cock.

"Jane and I are finally going to have it out," Conni said. The edge in her voice was easy to hear. The office tramp had made some moves on Conni's boyfriend three weeks ago at a party, and the bad feelings between the two women had been building ever since.

"Now? Tonight?" I stammered, picturing my lovely friend trying to destroy her blonde rival.

Conni laughed in just the right way. Teasing me. She's gorgeous.

But I knew she meant business. The nipples on her pert 35-inch tits stood erect, a sure sign she was gearing up for a fight. Just gazing at her C cups for more than a second added to the discomfort in my crotch.

"And get this," she said as she turned the car towards the waterfront. "We're fighting in an abandoned gym." She looked at me and smiled.

My first thought was, "Gabriel, you fucking lucky bastard!" Her swarthy boyfriend was a stud, but, in my opinion, he was on the road too much. This fox needed loved every day.

My second thought was, "Oh God. She's fighting with no restraints this time. She's so hot!"

I actually had to physically move my now throbbing dick to a somewhat more comfortable angle. Of course, Conni noticed.

"Mmmmmmm," she whispered, "You like this, huh?"

All I could do was mutter, "Yes. But you be careful, sweetheart!"

The foxy brunette smiled and replied, "LeeAnn asked to act as the referee. Good thing, too. That means someone will be able to call that blonde bitch an ambulance when I get through with her."

LeeAnn was one of my friend's co-workers. Redhead. Built about the same as Conni. Another damn fox. I feared the blood would drain from my brain to feed the animal between my legs.

After the car pulled to a stop beside an old delapidated building, Conni shut it off. She looked over at me, those gorgeous eyes dancing in the light, and grabbed my hand.

"You can NOT interfere, my dear old friend. No matter what happens. Understand?"

How could I refuse this beauty anything? I told her that I would do as she asked.

We exited the car and, with her taut nips in the lead, and my swollen groin following, walked inside.

I followed my dear friend in to the ruined building. After threading our way through debris, we came to a large room. There, lit in a soft white light, was a very old ring.

Standing beside the ring were two women.

I knew the redhead to be LeeAnn, one of Conni's oldest friends. She was a fox as well, her build an almost carbon copy of my lovely friend's. Decked out in tight jeans and knee-high black boots, LeeAnn looked sexy as hell. Completing her outfit with a tight sleeveless t-shirt, and it was easy to see that underneath it she was braless. Her round 36C tits obviously didn't need a bra.

My cock was trying to rip the front out of my pants to get free.

Jane stood next to the redhead, and the blonde was a looker. Actually, drop dead gorgeous was a better description. She stood a few inches taller than Conni, close to 5-9. The sexy blonde easily packed about ten more pounds on her frame than her brown haired rival. I couldn't help but notice that she obviously sported a couple more inches on her chest, too. Her arrogance was evident just by her posture. This was a woman who took what she wanted.

As per their arrangements, the blonde was dressed exactly as Conni: black knee-high boots, black leather miniskirt and white blouse.

Jane noticed us first. "Who's the guy, Conni?" she hissed, "Did you bring your own paramedic to revive you after I choke you out?"

"He's a friend," my lovely companion growled in return. "You know," she cooed, "those people you can't keep because you keep sucking their men's cocks?"

As we came up to the pair, Jane slid around behind me, her hand rubbing down my arm, then across my lower back. "He's got a nice, tight butt," the blonde whispered huskily as she squeezed one of my cheeks. She walked back around in front of me and looked me straight in the eye.

"After I mop up the ring with your girlfriend, you'll be a nice little victory fuck, baby," Jane said.

"She's not my girlfriend," I replied, trying to hide my erection.

No way blondie was going to miss it though. She grabbed it and gave my schlong a healthy squeeze. "Sure baby," she said with a smile, "remember that after I finish her off, and after you've fucked me hard, and while I jack your hot load on to her face!"

The blonde never saw Conni's backhanded slap until it connected on her cheek. "Fucking slut!" she hissed as she advanced on Jane.

LeeAnn jumped between the two hellcats. "Enough!" she screamed.

Both women eyed each other with a raw hatred I'd never seen in person. The redhead ordered me to sit in a chair at ringside. As I complied, all three women got in to the ring.

LeeAnn still stood between the blonde and brunette, blocking them from getting their hands on each other.

"Gabriel told me you grabbed his cock at the party, bitch. I'm gonna break that hand!" Conni growled.

Jane's reply dripped with the contempt she felt for my lady friend. "When he comes back from France this weekend, I'll be riding that big, hard cock while you're in the hospital, cunt!"

LeeAnn told them both to remove their tops. As each woman unbuttoned her blouse and doffed their bras, the redhead outlined the rules.

"You're both excellent catfighters, each having numerous victories to your credit. With that in mind, I've come up with an alternate form of combat that you're both going to love."

By this time, both Conni and Jane stood topless in their short skirts and boots. Two pairs of nipples stood erect on two pairs of firm and proud tits. Both women eyed their rival, sizing her up and finding her wanting.

LeeAnn handed both females a pair of black leather driving gloves. Jane smiled as she donned hers, seeming to enjoy the tight feel of the leather on her hands. I knew that Conni was no stranger to these types of gloves, having personally given her a similar set with the fingers free. She loved to tell me how she used them in her catfights.

The redhead finished her instructions.

"You two want to fuck each other up so bad, then a fist fight is the best way to do it! Two minute rounds, followed by two minute breaks. I'll second both of you as best I can. The fight ends with a knockout."

Jane smiled wickedly as she flexed her leather-covered hands, and said, "Find a comfy place to fall, cunt. It won't take long for me to punch you to sleep!"

Conni smiled right back as she pulled her gloves tight and replied, "I hope you have a good plastic surgeon, bitch. Your face is gonna need a lot of reconstruction after these fists get done!"

As they seperated, Jane muttered, "On second thought, I'm not gonna make this quick, honey. I'm gonna spend all night beating you to a pulp!"

Conni smiled as she backpedaled, hissing, "Talk now, slut. Tomorrow you'll be sipping your meals through a fucking straw!"

LeeAnn had one warning for me as well. "You will NOT interfere. NO MATTER WHAT! Understand?"

With my cock a steel lump in my pants, I agreed.

The two combatants stood in opposite corners and LeeAnn clinked the old bell at ringside.

The destruction began.

I watched Conni and Jane advance from their corners, both beauties intent on destroying the each other. I watched my brown-haired friend take the initiative, swinging a right fist aimed for the blonde's mouth.

Jane was good, though. She blocked the punch and returned fire with a punch of her own. Conni easily deflected the blow with her left arm.

Both warriors were patient, swinging punches and blocking them, waiting for their opponent to make a mistake as they circled each other.

Conni missed with an uppercut, and while she had her arm extended fully, her blonde rival slammed the toe of her boot up and under my friend's short skirt. Jane stood there, fists clenched by her side, and watched Conni fall to her knees. My sexy warrior woman hit the mat with both of her gloved hands locked in to her crotch.

LeeAnn screamed, "Hey!" and advanced towards the combatants.

Jane grabbed the brunette's bangs and tilted her head up. Conni's face displayed the agony she was experiencing between her legs. Her blonde enemy smiled as she slammed four measured punches in to Conni's face, two each to the nose and mouth.

LeeAnn stepped between them. Jane backed away as Conni wobbled on her knees.

"I said this was a fist fight Jane!" the red-haired referee snarled.

Jane shoved the woman to the side as she replied, "I did use my fists." Conni looked up, just in time to see the blonde's knee explode under her jaw.

"UGGGGGHHHHHHH" my lovely friend groaned as she hit the canvas on her back.

Jane stood over her, smiling. She looked right at me as she told LeeAnn, "This is a fight to the finish. ANYTHING goes."

Jerking Conni to her feet by the hair, the blonde hissed to LeeAnn, "You're here to keep the time and maybe keep me from killing this stupid bitch!"

Conni was on her feet. Her mouth and nose trickled blood. It was obvious that the blonde was as good with her fists as she was in a catfight. I prayed that Conni's constitution was up to the punishment the blonde bimbo could dish out.

Jane slammed a right cross to Conni's chin, then ripped the same fist across her cheek backhanded. The brunette staggered, but gamely stayed on her feet. Jane whipped a punch in to Conni's guts, right on the navel. As the brunette bent over, the blonde stepped lightly to the side, lined up her fist, and rifled a solid straight right to Conni's nose.

My friend's head was blasted to the side, and I swear our eyes locked for a split second. Conni was in pain. She was in agony. With blood now pouring from her nose, she hit the mat on her knees again.

I wanted to fly to the ring. I wanted to help her, stop this insane massacre. Part of me was shamed at the raging hardon in my pants. Raging from the excitement of watching my friend take a vicious beating.

Jane reached down again and yanked her rival's head and torso upright. Conni finally got in a punch, slamming her gloved right fist in to Jane's stomach.

The blonde smiled again. I knew then that Conni was in trouble.

As the bell sounded, the toe of Jane's boot pierced in to the exposed pussy of her opponent. Conni screamed. The blow must have slammed right in to her clit.

Jane released my friend's hair and let her fall over on her face to the dusty mat. As LeeAnn passed her on the way to Conni, the blonde said, "Get that cunt fixed up for the next round, honey. I'm getting horny beating her."

As the redhead helped Conni to her feet, Jane easily slid out of the ring. She walked over to my seat and dropped to her knees in front of my me. Looking up at me with a wicked smile, the topless blonde undid my belt and freed my swollen cock.

"I've got a couple of minutes. What do you say we put them to good use?" Jane cooed.

As LeeAnn worked to fix Conni up enough to answer the bell for round two, the sweating blonde warrior sucked my cock like the professional she was. Conni's blood was on the glove the blonde was using to pump my dick while her mouth worked its magic.

I caught a glimpse of LeeAnn talking to Conni as she cleaned the blood off the battered brunette's face and tits. I couldn't make out any of the conversation, as my mind was filled with the raw pleasure emanating from between my legs.

Jane was a fantastic cocksucker!

"Cum for me, you son of a bitch," the blonde hissed as she sucked and pumped my hardon with her bloody gloved fist.

"Nooooooo," I moaned, determined not to let this bitch have the satisfaction of getting me to cum for her at the expense of Conni.

"Thirty seconds Jane," the red haired referee yelled from the ring to the kneeling blonde bimbo.

With a delicious "SMAACK!", Jane's lips popped off my dick. As she rose to her feet, she smiled down at me and, while pulling her right glove tighter over her fist, said, "You'll bust after this round, my stubborn stud. If I don't kill your little friend, I'll be riding on that hard cock between rounds. Then I guarentee you'll cum!" Im ashamed to say I found her offer tantalizing.

The big blonde rolled in to the ring a few seconds before the bell rang. Conni was standing, and she advanced quickly to meet Jane in the center of the ring.

LeeAnn had done an excellent job patching my brown-haired friend up. All of her efforts went out the window within thirty seconds, however.

Conni stood toe to toe slugging it out with her blonde nemesis.

The punches came fast and furious, both women scoring wicked punches to each other's face, tits and guts. Conni tried to even the cunt damage as well, lifting her knee in to Jane's crotch. The blow only caught her enemy a glancing shot, however. And the blonde made Conni pay immediately.

Jane's right fist smashed across the brunette's chin, staggering her. I moaned, "Oh God!" seeing Conni wobbling punch drunk. My heart raced at the sight of the bigger blonde hussy punishing my long time friend. The blonde wiped away the blood trickling from her nose and lips, then smiled as she looped a wicked low punch in to my brown-haired friend's leather skirt, just above her pussy. As Conni began to sink to her knees, Jane's next punch almost took her head off!

A wicked "CRAAAAAACK!!!" echoed in the old building as Jane almost broke my friend's jaw with her fist. I leaped from my seat to ringside in time to see Conni land spread-eagled on the mat, her skirt riding high on her hips.

LeeAnn, stunned by the raw savagery of the blonde's punch, didn't move for several seconds. Jane took full advantage of her lack of action, dropping her right knee, with all her weight, directly in to Conni's wide-open black-panty-covered pussy.

The redhead grabbed Jane's right arm, stopping the blonde from landing a sure finishing punch to Conni's face. "Get off her, NOW!" LeeAnn growled.

Jane, smiling broadly, rose slowly, then backed off a few steps. The referee began the ten count. She gazed down at me, her eyes promising sexual pleasures once my friend was counted out. As if on its own accord, my hand began stroking my shaft at the thought.

Conni, ever the sexy warrior, struggled to her feet by the count of nine. I heard LeeAnn ask her if she wanted to continue, and the battered and bloody brunette nodded.

As the referee backed away, Jane charged in, smashing Conni in to her corner body-to-body. I could hear the air whoosh out of my friend as she impacted.

With only seconds left in the round, the blonde ripped six knee shots up and under Conni's short skirt. The blows pummelled Conni's cunt, drawing a grunt from my friend each time.

Mercifully, the bell sounded. LeeAnn rushed in, but was unable to stop Jane from backhanding Conni across the face with her left fist. The redhead literally threw Jane out of the corner to get to the brunette. Conni hung limp, her arms over the ropes keeping her on her feet. Still, she looked incredibly sexy, even with blood dripping off her mouth and nose on to her lovely tits.

As the redhead put a chair under Conni and dropped her in to it, Jane eyed me like a hungry lion eyes a gazelle. The blonde slid out of the ring to stand next to me. I rose from my chair to meet her.

Jane grabbed me by the hair and kissed me roughly. Her free hand wrapped itself around my still rock-hard cock. Then, right there on the side of the ring, she pivoted and slammed my dick under her short skirt, right in to her waiting cunt.

The blonde bitch wasn't wearing panties, and beating Conni senseless with her fists had her pussy soaked and searing hot. Jane humped me hard and fast, using the side of the ring as a wall to pin me against. Against my will, I felt my hands wrap around her and squeeze her tight, skirt clad ass. What was I doing?

Between her tongue swirling in my mouth, her tight, wet cunt rippling around my cock, and watching a vicious gloved fist fight, I wasn't sure I could hold out. I didn't want to give this cunt the satisfaction of taking my cum, but could I stop myself?

"Come on Conni, baby," I thought to myself, "dont ler her do this to me." My mind was solidly in one lady's corner while my body betrayed me.

As LeeAnn worked her magic on Conni in the corner to my right, Jane was working her own magic on my cock. Just the sight of my hard dick disappearing under her leather miniskirt was almost too much. As I was about to lose control and bust my load inside the blonde warrior, LeeAnn yelled, "Time for round three blondie!"

Jane shoved me as deep as possible inside her, thrumming her cunt muscles in a last ditch attempt to make me pop. Failing to succeed, the hot blonde pulled away. As she smoothed her short skirt down over the tops of her thighs, she hissed to me, "You son of a bitch! No man can resist my cunt!" I stared over her shoulder and watched LeeAnn fish something from her tight shorts pocket. She placed it in Conni's hand and wrapped her friend's fingers around it. Whatever it was, it seemed to give the brunette strength.
"Be careful, she has something in her right hand." I moaned weakly. Jane looked at me curiously, but nodded. I'll never understand why exactly I betrayed my friend just then. Was I that caught up in Jane's sexual spell?

Jane climbed in to the ring and growled back at me, "You WILL cum very soon, you pathetic bastard. I'm going to pump all that cum right in to your girlfriend's busted up face!" She winked so only I could see.
I slunk back into my chair, hating myself.

The red-haired referee rang the bell for round three.

Jane stood in the center of the ring as Conni approached her. "This time," she grunted to the beaten brunette, "I'm going to finish you..."

Conni approached her confidentally, too confidentally. Her right fist exploded at Jane, everything she had remaining backing it. Jane anticipated this and easily blocked it. Her boot disappeared once again behind Conni's black skirt. That was it for my sexy friend. She fell in a heap, the foreign object falling from her hand and landing at Jane's feet.
"No. NO!" Screamed LeeAnn. She couldnt believe it. As she stomped across the ring towards the blond victor, Jane casually picked up the item. LeeAnn's hands were inches from her blonde locks when she rose in a picture perfect uppercut. LeeAnn was floored as silver coins rained down on her. She had given my devestated friend a roll of nickels with the intention of leveling the blonde. Due to my unexpected warning, her plan backfired entirely and now both ladies were victims of Jane.
The smoking blonde bitch turned to me and smiled, her perfect white teeth shining under the dank lighting of the gym. She blew me a kiss before turning her attention back to the stunned redhead.

"How... did you know?" LeeAnn asked, trying to scoot on her ass away from the advancing homewrecker. Jane's only answer came in the form of a stomp to LeeAnn's unprotected pussy. The busty blonde rested her hands on her hips as grinded her foot on the redhead's crotch as casually as if she were stepping out a cigarette. LeeAnn wailed both from pain and the disapointment of seeing her plan come crashing down. Conni moaned weakly in the center of the ring, her pussy simply having absorbed too much punishment. She'd be no help to her fallen friend.
Jane mounted the very partial ref and began hammering her with gloved fists. LeeAnn could only frantically shake her head to either side in a desperate hope to avoid some of the blows. No such luck. My volatile cock was already set to blow, watching the exposed back of the dominant blonde rain undefended punches brought me closer and closer.
LeeAnn ceased moving, and I worried for the redhead's very life. Jane stood up and with a single push from her booted foot, dropped her unconscious rival from the ring with as much ceremony as one would discard a piece of trash. Jane came to the ropes nearest me and puckered her lips. She waved a finger and beckoned me to the ring. I was powerless before her charms and slid in.
Jane freed my cock which exploded out, begging for more of the blonde's attention. She kissed me deeply as she stroked me hard dick. My hands found her breasts and groped at them desperately. Within what seemed like seconds I shot my load. Jane pulled her mouth from mine and looked me in the eyes.
"Thanks stud, I always keep my promises." Jane grinned like a cheshire cat and backed away.
I pondered for just a second what she meant when I heard a louder grown beneath me. Connie weakly sobbed my name. I looked down and to my horror found my good friend, still holding her destroyed pussy, looking up at me. Her bruised and battered face was covered in a webbing of my cum. I had never felt more ashamed or aroused than I did at that moment.

I fell to my knees, what had I done? I backed away, not wanting to face my best friend who had trusted me with her life. Jane seemed delighted.
"What was that about not being able to keep friends, bitch?" She taunted before kicking Conni in a exposed breast. This rolled the brunette to her back, her face a mask of pain. Jane took a seat on Conni's chest, crushing her battered tits beneath her. She wrapped two gloved hands around Conni's throat and throttled her.
"Next time you decide to get you ass kicked for a man, at least get your facts straight. Gabriel came on to ME that night. He tried for an hour to seduce me, but I wanted to part of him until I found out he was with you. Then we fucked. He called out my name over and over again, Im sure you never even crossed his mind." Jane was on another planet right now, reliving that night while absently mindedly choking Conni lifeless.
My friend's only replies were desperate gasps and gags. Terror filled her eyes as she felt her life slip away. The only thing that pulled Jane out of her steamy revelry was Conni's body going limp. Jane grudgingly removed her hands from the devestated brunette's throat. She turned her attention back to me. God she was hot, my sexual desire overrode the concern I had for my friend's safety.
Jane had one final show for me. Using just the thumb and forefinger of each gloved hand, she delicately lifted her black miniskirt and draped it over Conni's unresponsive face. Grabbing two handfulls of brunette hair, she forced my dear friend's face into her soaked pussy.
While the actual show was concealed under Jane's leather skirt, it was clear enough what was happening. She was getting herself off using the contours of Conni's face. She moaned and cooed in pleasure before finally cumming herself. Twice in a matter of minutes my once closest friend's face had been ejaculated on. Jane released Conni's head which landed with a thump on the mat. Without even acknowleding me, the blonde collected her blouse and left me alone in the room with both unmoving bodies.
I quickly scrambled over and checked on Conni, she was breathing lightly and had a steady pulse. Thank god. Her face was covered in a milky shine, the combined semen of both myself and her blonde tormentor. I wanted to clean her up, but felt too ashamed. I didnt deserve to even touch my friend who had been so good to me for as long as I had known her. I covered her with my shirt and backed away.
LeeAnn was coming around when I checked on her. She pushed me away, throwing several profanities my way that I more than deserved.
"Get the fuck out of her. Dont come near me and dont you dare touch Conni." She hissed.
I left the gym, unsure of what to do next. There was no explanation that I could offer to my friends.

Conni left a somber message on my answering machine the next day, asking me to call her. How could I? What could I possibly say to explain myself? I'd later find out that Jane made good on all her promises that night. She did indeed end up fucking Gabriel when he returned from France while Conni recovered in the hospital. They broke up without ever actually stating as much.
Jane would end up dropping Gabriel shortly after, she never really had any interest in the man, only what he represented as Conni's boyfriend. To my shock, she'd contact me frequently after that night. We'd get together often as something more than fuck-buddies but never quite as a couple. Despite the fact that she hadnt actually seduced Gabriel at that party so many months earlier, Jane wasnt a one man kind of woman. We had a arrangement that worked out well for both of us. We'd see other people, but always came back to each other. The icy, manipulative bitch who had somehow held me under her control was a very different person once you get inside her wall. She would often tell me about, and even sometimes invite me to these battles.
As for LeeAnn, I have never seen or heard from her again. To this day, I have no idea why she attempted to interfere in the fight between Jane and Conni, though I often wonder.

Bravo rhr!
(I think CW will be impressed. I know I am.)

You're absolutely right sasha! I am VERY impressed, as well as sincerely flattered that someone would take the time to work this magic with one of my creations.

My humble thanks for a special treat indeed RHT!


Cat

Hmm, I remember this one & ENJOYED this alternative ending! Sizzling hotttt!

Meaow
Jessie

Im happy, I was worried CW might be offended, so Im really pleased he enjoyed it. Now if I could only convince him to write up this one story sequel idea Ive had for a while..

Shoot it my way. I'm up to my eyeballs in work and moving right now but as long as it involves a fatal ending I may be able to get to it.

I floated the idea to ya once before but I never really followed it up. I absolutely loved your stories "the killing kind" and "once and for all" and would really like to see the victors of both face off, most likely over a guy (Greg I believe would work, since he was the main catalyst for his specific fight). Just hate to see both very sexy characters not be used again. Anyhow thats my christmas wish lol. I understand you're very busy though, and I'd be more than satisfied with anything you could throw us when you get time.

Please email me this week with more of your thoughts on this. I'd like to know if you want me to involve you in the story. If so, I'll need some more information to get it right. I'm seeing some time coming up the first week of August so maybe I will write some.

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Originally Posted by Catwacher

I'm seeing some time coming up the first week of August so maybe I will write some.

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I'll sharpen some pens in anticipation!

Cat, that'll be FANtastic! Think I better stock up on some batteries ... would hate to be interrupted with a sudden flat battery at the Big O moment(s) ... Tee hee! :-)

Meaow
Jessie

LOL! All my lust to Jess and sasha! You girls totally rock! :-D

Hey Cat ... just wondering & hoping you'll make good on your 'promise' above ... please! :-)

Meaow hugs
Jessie

Well, my thought would be for one of the two girls to decide her man wasnt exactly all she had hoped for (Danielle seems the better choice since Fallon's relationship was entirely the crux of her story, not to mention he was actually aware of what she did for him.) so she moves on and meets the other's significant other. He, being a bit of a dog, leads her along and starts an affair, with some small part of him wanting to see his wife/fiance/girlfriend fight for him again. Both ladies find out about each other, and both think they would each have a serious edge in a fight being that neither is aware that the other has already beaten a foe to death before. My thought is Fallon would have the edge skill wise as she won her fight legitimately, while Danielle would be the dirtier of the pair since she was willing to cheat. Who ultimately wins? Everyone who gets to read another awesome Catwacher story! Also sorry for being so late with this, deployment nonsense has kept me busy. Should be back in the states by the end of the week. As always, thanks for considering this and for all the other great stories ya have up.

Fan frickin' TASTIC Trash! I love a story like that - especially where a blonde beats down BOTH hair colored rivals! First the easy one - the brunette, and then an even better built and better looking redhead. And above all, paying special attention to kicking their cunts! There's no more personal a shot than a kick - straight from the superior blonde's cunt, to her hated enemies'! And the best part of all, and this is so Catwacher too - is you the witness gets to fuck the winner - right in front of your former friend! And more than just once too!

Each fuck thereafter, you'd be reliving how the winning cunt you were fucking, had first kicked your friends. What an incredible turn-on!

Great concept, and great writing too. Thanks for taking the tribute shot. I'd say you done good!

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