<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v131/okamiyokai/catgirl.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Chris Evans<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Barracks<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Midnight, Bumper<br/><hr/><br/>Chris and the black cat circled each other. He was clearly an experienced fighter and knew what he was doing. He didn’t immediately leap for her like she thought he would. He observed her just like she did him. Chris’ eyes were narrowed as she stared at him, tail waving slightly as her ears pressed against her head. She bared her own fangs at him, showing off her sharp canines and white teeth.<br/><br/>Chris saw him tense in readiness and got ready herself. She watched his feet as he moved. He leapt forward and she side-stepped, reaching out to grab his arm. Her fingers closed on thin air. Chris blinked in confusion. Her face was comical: eyes wide and ears up, her right canine had caught her lower lip to create a sort of snaggle tooth. She looked absolutely shocked that hew wasn’t there. Her moment of surprise was short lived as 150 lbs of pure muscle slammed into her. Her training and reflexes kicked in and she wrapped her legs around his torso and one arm around his neck with one around his back. Then she squeezed.<br/><br/>He took out all the air from her lungs as he landed on top of her. She winced visibly as he crushed her chest. Her D-sized breasts probably created a nice cushion for his fall. Chris gasped to breathe, trying to give her crushed lungs some air. She dimly heard him boasting that he had her, but everything seemed cloudy from lack of oxygen. It took a few deep and strained breaths before she could think straight.<br/><br/>He was pinning her to the ground but she was pinning her to him. So while he had the advantage, he wasn’t completely winning.  She could feel his human-like manhood trapped between them but didn’t think anything of it as she struggled to escape. Every time an idea came to her, she’d try it and fail.<br/><br/>His comment brought her attention and she glared at him. Give up? Hardly. She was about to make a comment when his paw covered her mouth. Her eyes narrowed and her ears pushed flat against her head. A low growl came from the back of her throat, more feral than human. Her face was lightly furred, as was her chest, breasts, stomach, crotch and asshole, including the palms of her hands. It traveled all the way down her front, from her face to just below her tail. It was a soft, light white fur, more akin to fuzz. Running hands through it, one would feel the skin beneath the soft fur. The rest of her was covered in golden-orange fur with black stripes. It was thicker and longer and slightly more course, though still soft.<br/><br/>As she struggled, she felt his arousal grow. It pushed against her stomach, and rubbed against her femininity. She couldn’t help it. Her mind refused to succumb, but her body was more than happy to comply. Her opening soon was slick with her juices. She could smell both their arousals and it started to cloud her mind. When his barbs started rubbing against her, her growl turned into a moaning purr. She could feel her swollen lips and engorged clit aching with desperation. She never felt feline cock and something feral inside her wanted more. She didn’t like it.<br/><br/>She heard his taunt through the cloud of arousal, but with his hand covering her mouth, her only reply was to glare at him. His hands grabbed her wrists, which had somehow relaxed and gotten pinned between them. His second comment cleared her head, rewarding him with her hissing and baring her fangs at him with her ears laid flat. She could feel his tip at her entrance and knew he planned to take her. He would claim victory if he did.<br/><br/>Her mind raced at a thousand miles to think of something. When her idea hit, she knew it wasn’t the most clever, or fairest, of ideas, but as long as it worked, she’d do it. He would claim she cheated, but he didn’t play fair either. With as much strength as she could, she wrapped her tail around his dick and pulled down on it hard. She pulled it back between his legs. While not dexterous enough to pick up things with her tail, this she could handle. So she pulled his hard member down as hard as she could.<br/><br/>He yelped. Letting go of her wrists, his hands moved to his dick to release the pressure. He also pulled away from her with all his might. As he did, Chris let go of him with her legs and strengthened herself with such force that she head butted him. Her forehead connected between his eyes. Reeling from the hit, he wobbled a bit. Moving quickly, Chris pushed him off her. As he attempted to regain balance, Chris grabbed one of his arms. Moving behind him in one deft movement, she pushed him forward. Still holding on to his arm, she twisted it behind him. His face was pushed into the floor while his arm was pulled up between his shoulders. Chris sat atop of him, legs on either side. She had a smirk on her face, with her tail waving happily. He wouldn’t be able to reach her with his free arm and should he try to stand, a simple push of his arm would put a lot of pressure on his socket.<br/><br/>Chris leaned forward to speak in his ear. “<strong>S what did you say again panther dick? Something like, ‘I have you now!’</strong>” Chris snickered. If he struggled too much, he would rip his arm out of its socket. “<strong>I suggest you give up before there’s any permanent damage dear…</strong>”<br/>