Catfight Cops

Upfront: no deeper meaning to this. Fan suggested it and I liked an excuse for a Cops show all about catfights and titty slapping. Second, this thing kiiiiiilled in the polls so wanted to get that don early.

That’s really about it, honestly. It was way bigger than I had planned as I introduced some weird elements in there. I don’t think it’s set in any particular world I’ve used, but Sexfight High world almost fits. It’s just horny, slightly cartoony fighting in a variety of styles with a stripperific bunch of ladies on patrol for other stripperific ladies.

Old, old fans might recognize Becky Luv as a bitter nutjob wrestler from CHYOO's Create A Wrestler.

“Come on. Right this way,” Shelly invited warmly. 

She walked in front of the camera crew, her tight ass wiggling about in her clingy blue shorts. She was dressed in the standard uniform of the Catfight Cops, which was closer to a stripper outfit than any standardized uniform. The dark blue tube top hugged the lower half of her large, softly bouncing E-cups as she walked down the spartan hallway into the office. A polished silver badge on her shoulder strap swayed with them, depicting two female figures pulling at each other’s hair and clothes.

Inside the office, several cubicles were set up here and there with desk workers working at phones and computers. Doors lead off to other areas marked things like gym, holding cells, and oil/mud wrestling pit.

“So this is the main office the Catfight Cops,” Shelly Warden explained, gesturing around her. She was a woman in her early 30s with an athletic figure and killer curves. Her blonde hair was tied back behind her head in a tightly woven ponytail. The camera swept around the office area as a long-haired secretary waved friendlily from her desk.

“Technically, we’re the Inter-Feminine Conflict Department, but everyone calls us the Catfight Cops for short. It’s really a lot of our business. We were created by the governor to watch over Bichfast, Florida after she realized how many random fights seem to break out in this city. We don’t technically have any actual affiliation with the actual police but we qualify as a government agency. We were specifically made to handle woman to woman crimes, particularly fights. Any other kind of fights, we pass you off to the Mixed Conflict Department or the Testosterone Management Center, aka the Himbo Department.”

“We must investigate… oh…” The blonde looked up to wave to an especially curvy black woman that went wandering by in her matching uniform. She had her hair trimmed into short, practical curls despite having even bigger tits to fill out her uniform than Shelly. A slight belly hung over her skimpy shorts that she wore just as casually as any of the other passing officers.

“Hey, Liv! How many cases in one night? Like, on average.”

Her partner, Olivia Law, paused to sigh thoughtfully.

“Damn, must be… ten actual fights breaking out a night?”

“Yea, close to that,” Shelly nodded before turning back to the cameras. “About fifteen to twenty reports, some of which are false flags like an arguing couple or a loud movie or playlist. We’re here to decrease the violence, not escalate, so it’s why we’ve been armed with all sorts of non-lethal deterrents. Y’know… the sexy stuff.”

“You mean like the guns, or…?” the crew’s director asked.

The blonde shook her head. “Oh fuck no. No guns at all in our department. They don’t even give us mace. I mean for real sexy. C’mon. I’ll show you the toy room.”

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Shelly dropped a belt onto a table in front of the camera. It was loaded with vibrators, lube, nipple clamps, fuzzy handcuffs, and a few sexual toys and gadgets too exotic to recognize.

“We were built on the idea that if folks are too horny or satisfied to fight, there’ll be less fights. Streetfights, brawls and illegal sexfight circuits are down twenty-five percent since we were created in 2002, so it must be working. It’s part of the uniform. Also gives people less to grab onto when things get wild.”

Shelly gestured over towards a door where a number of other officers in more casual clothes (or none at all) were throwing each other around on mats, rings or kiddy pools full of baby oil.

“We run into all sorts out there, so we train to be prepared for all levels of conflict. Civilian conflicts, sex trafficking gang feuds, mouthy professional wrestlers, angry employees… don’t know what it is about Bichfast, but some of the people here just have a hair trigger.”

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Olivia stood in the shower stall, the semi-clear glass covering the chubby woman’s middle as she washed herself off. She didn’t seem to care about the cameras, as she leaned into the glass and let her breasts drape over the glass door.

“I’ve been working with Shelly for a few years. She’s a sweetheart with a sweet ass. Little stiff on the law and sticks to the code, but she’s a good cat cop. Saved my ass plenty of times out there.”

The camera swapped back to the chesty blonde checking over her gear and a clipboard.

“Olivia’s a quicker thinker than I am. We work well together. There’s times when I’ve seen her start running when I’ve barely noticed the cat’s started moving. ...that’s what we call a guilty party around here. Cats instead of perps. It’s mostly because the chief didn’t want us calling them ‘bitches’ around the office.”

It cut again to a tan woman sitting behind a highly decorated desk. Awards and newspaper clippings hung behind her, including one of “Catfight Chieftess Cleans Up the City” after she helped get a local mud wrestling tournament under control at a fair. Her huge breasts the size of beach balls rested on her desk, her half-unbuttoned dress shirt exposing much of her cleavage. She signed off on something that clearly had her used to working around her awkwardly massive tits. 

“I try to run a tight ship here,” Catfight Chieftess Mary Judge spelled out. “It’s hard to keep order in an organization that uses violence to stop violence. It’s why we have rules and go through a lot of inspections. Seems like the mayor can’t help but come in for the occasional patdown…” she grumbled. 

“But I’ve had no real complaints on Law and Warden. They’re exemplary agents who know when to act and how to avoid escalation. I think they’re capable of handling just about anything they can run into out there.”

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Again, the camera jump cut to the two ladies in their car driving through the evening. Shelly and Olivia casually scanned the streets as they patrolled at a slow pace.

“This is actually just my car,” Shelly pointed out as she drove. “The office compensates me for damages and gas and everything. Apparently they found the budget for gallons of body oil but not for a squad car.”

“Lube’s expensive,” Olivia reminded her knowingly. Their radio mounted between them crackled to life.

“Law? Warden? You got a couple of alleycats over on Tree Street. Could you go break ‘em up?”

“Copy that,” Shelly replied quickly as she made a quick turn.

“That is prime redlight district,” Liv said with a nod. “You can get some gorgeous girls downtown, ever since they made it legal, but it can get rowdy. Sometimes you get an upset customer but more often… yup.”

The car arrived outside some brightly lit club. Two ladies in high heels and dresses that didn’t even cover up their panties were aggressively gesturing and shouting on the street corner. Their huge, fake tits were nearly exploding out of their tight and skimpy dresses, making it clear that wearing a bra underneath them was impossible. A handful of people had already gathered to watch the escalating argument.

“HQ, we’re heading in to intervene. Cats are one brunette with long hair and a blonde with gorgeous lips,” Shelly reported into her radio. The chesty blonde adjusted the belt over her shorts before stepping out towards the women.

“Excuse me, ladies! Officer Shelly from the ICD. I caught word of a disturbance.”

The women gave her a bitter sideways glance, not quite willing to take their eyes off the other. Shelly recognized their puzzled look. She sighed.

“I’m with the Catfight Cops. What’s the trouble here?”

“This bitch keeps stealing my business!” the black-haired prostitute accused.

“It’s not stealing! Not my fault I’m hotter than you!”

“Ladies, we can sort this out calmly,” Shelly started, but she was too late to cool their tempers.

The blonde one grimaced with rage and shoved her in the tits. They were still jiggling inside her tight dress when the brunette slapped her repeatedly in the head.

“Hey! You need to back off!” Shelly barked authoritatively. They didn’t listen, of course, as the brunette grabbed blindly at the blonde’s hair and yanked her off balance. She shrieked in surprise before the brunette turned her and bashed her tits-first into a nearby brick wall.

Shelly shoved her hands off her opponent and got between them. “I said stop!” the blonde enforcer snapped. “Last warning before I need to take you in.”

The blonde recovered from her tit bashing and whirled around to punch Shelly in the side. She grunted and nearly doubled over from the kidney punch, and the rival hookers seemed content to turn their aggression on her first. The brunette took her hair and kneed her in the belly, dropping Shelly to her knees. It would have winded a less-trained fighter, but Shelly skillfully grabbed at her belt. She drew a pair of portable vibrators and switched them on before shoving them inside her assailants. Their tight panties being so visible proved convenient for the purpose.

The women gasped and backed off, clutching and pawing at their pussies to try and get the vibes out from behind their thongs. The brunette backed away just as Olivia came charging out from the car, slamming a forearm onto her back. The hooker dropped to all fours moaning in an unexpected mix of pain and arousal.

“Don’t you fuck with my Shelly!” the thicker officer snapped as she swung a kick into the prostitute’s chest. Her shoe dug into one side of her tits, knocking it into the other one until they were swinging like a Newton’s cradle. The loudly slapping jugs flopped out of her dress instantly and she fell to her side, howling and holding her aching chest. The gathered crowd cheered as the streetlights were suddenly eclipsed for the downed and cartoonishly slutty hooker. She looked up to gasp just as the juicy Cat Cop sat her wide ass down on her face, grinding it into her to pin her to the pavement.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” the blonde hooker whined as she groped between her thighs, finally catching her fingers on the deeply inserted vibrator.

“Here. Let me get that for you!” Shelly growled. She rose up and kneed the other blonde in the pussy, driving the toy in deeper. She gave a loud squeal of discomfort as her eyes crossed from the intrusive cunt buster. With her clearly stunned by the low blow, Shelly wrapped her arms around the streetwalker’s arms and midsection. She lifted and squeezed hard enough that their tits crushed into each other, Shelly’s firmer pair bullying the brawling woman’s right out of her dress. Shelly’s popped out from the pressure as well, getting the blonde hooker to squeal as her thick, hard nipples stabbed into her tender areolas.

“Wait! Stop! I surrender!” the panicked blonde squealed. The vibrator being crushed up into her clit certainly didn’t help her situation.

“Too late for that, bitch,” Shelly growled as she reached under her dress. She grabbed and wedgied her thong into her ass and pussy, sawing the narrow strip of fabric before leaning sharply backward. The cop suplexed her opponent onto the pavement to her thick jugs slapped onto the hard ground. She wailed as her bared nipples ground against the smooth stone, shuddering with pain for a moment before the vibrator got the best of her. With her legs spread and sticking awkwardly up in the air, she squirted hard enough for her cum to splash out past her panties.

Olivia remained planted on top of her opponent. Despite her spanking and biting at the cat cop’s booty, the brunette offender couldn’t do much but arch her back. The curvy officer drove the occasional punch into her stomach to flatten her again, but her hips kept humping against the implanted vibrator.  As if reacting to one of Olivia’s punches, the fist pressed into her belly just as the prostitute’s hips bucked and squirted a messy orgasm over the pavement. Her body fell limp from the lack of air and energy before Olivia bothered to get up.

“You got ‘em?” Shelly asked a bit breathlessly. Olivia nodded and bent over to pick up her victim, slinging her over her shoulder. The crowd hooted and clapped in approval as it made the dress and thong ride even higher on her hips, giving them an eyeful of the moaning woman’s ass and pussy.

“Both perps are down. I’ll watch ‘em while you call it in and get the stuff. The pickup can take care of them from here.”

Shelly wiped some sweat from her brow and went back to her radio to call in someone to pick them up. She finished her call-in before looking towards one of the camera crew.

“We tend to just stick them into a cell overnight to cool most cats off. If we’re really bitter about it, we’ll put them in the same cell and let them fight it out when they wake up. But y’know, we’re trying to reduce the violence. If nothing else cuz that’s more work for us later…”

She leaned out the window and called out to Olivia.

“Can you get them out?!” Olivia shook her head as she shoved the ladies up against a telephone pole, slumped to their knees as she applied some bondage gear to bind their arms, and tits while affixing a ball gag to them both. Shelly picked up her radio again.

“Em, I also left a pair of vibes inside each of them. Make sure the crew scoops those back up when they’re being cleaned up.”

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It was a short wait to get their cats/perps picked up by an ambulance-like vehicle with a spacious, spherical back. It was something they’d called “the cat ball,” made to ship the exhausted prisoners off to the holding cells. With the short rest under their belts, the cat cops got back into their car.

“Don’t know if you noticed back there,” Olivia pointed out, turning towards the camera crew. “But we’ve got some vague but strict regulations back there. We need to try and deescalate-”

Shelly shook her head in the driver’s seat. “Never works.”

“Of course not. But we gotta make an effort. Some bitches just want to fight and that’s it.”

“Also we have to match the tone of the fight,” Shelly added. “You saw the officers practicing all those styles back in the gym. We need to know how to box, wrestle, some martial arts… we not supposed to escalate or something. That’s why they bitchslap you, you just start titslapping them. They throw a karate chop you go for a roundhouse.”

“Makes shit entertaining at least,” Olivia chuckled as their radio came back to life.

“Shelly? Olivia? We got a witness reporting a break-in at 23 Piledriver Street.”

“No shit,” Olivia mused before picking up the radio. “Copy that. One our way to check it out.”

“What was that about?” Shelly asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Don’t you remember? 23 Piledriver’s where Missy Luv lives.”

“Oh!” Shelly said with a knowing nod. “Missy’s kind of a local celebrity around here. Her whole family’s been in the local wrestling league for a few generations. Real milf sort with just the biggest rack around. Hope she’s alright.”

It was clear that she wasn’t when they arrived. The door was smashed open and there was a muffled racket coming from inside. The officers eyed each other warily before they both went inside. They waded through some tipped over furniture and followed the loud thumping and shouting, showing clear signs of a struggle.

The ladies jumped in surprise as the mature wrestler was suddenly hurled from a room in the spacious house. She was stripped to nothing but her lacey white panties, the massively busty woman with curly blonde hair. Another woman with darker blonde hair and a much leaner and muscled figure compared to the soft milf stormed out of the room after her. Missy was already in a daze, her eyes barely open as she was grabbed by the hair again. She wailed miserably as the naked assailant reached around her and buried her nails into her tits, squeezing and stretching the beachball-sized tits viciously until she was screaming and leaking milk all over herself.

It took a moment to recognize the crazed-looking woman as Missy’s sister Becky. She had a less popular streak in the wrestling circuit, something she blamed on her older sister’s bigger tits. She had become her arch enemy very quickly, snapped far enough that she went after any wrestler bustier than she was. Not everyone realized that their ring rivalry went beyond that.

“You feel that, you fucking cow?! Or your useless funbags too fat to feel it?” Becky Luv snarled. She gouged her nails into Missy’s areolas, getting her to squirt a stream of milk into the wall ahead of her. The ambush had the championship wrestler wailing in agony as Becky used her tits as handles to fling her down the hall. She grabbed a folding chair that seemed so out of place that she must have brought it with her, smashing the flat of it over Missy’s head as she tried to crawl away. The half-naked milf flopped back onto her side, just for Becky to drive the legs of the chair down into her jugs and grind them like she was drilling for milk.

“Ma’am, I need you to stop,” Olivia warned as she stepped closer. Shelly checked on Missy while Liv grabbed and pulled at Becky’s wrist. The nude psycho wrestler threw an elbow back into Liv’s face, making her stagger back.

“Back off, ref! She’s mine!” she ranted.

“Yea, she’s gone titty crazy again,” Shelly warned. “Thinks she’s back in the ring. Some people just can’t accept wrestling’s fake, you know? We’ve gotten vandalism and harassment cases come up before between Becky and her sis. A real family feud.”

“Oh it’s on,” Olivia grunted more bluntly. Becky had grabbed the wall and stood over her sister, stomping and digging her heels into her huge, bruised up, milky tits. Missy was sobbing in pain as Liv tackled the naked nutjob off her. They went stumbling down the hall, bouncing off walls as they grappled and shoved each other.

Becky suddenly grabbed a framed and outdated picture of the Luv family together off a table and smashed it against the side of Olivia’s head. She flinched from the noisy shattering noise and abrupt impact, allowing Becky to grab and rip her top off.

“You big titted sluts are all the same!” Becky snarled as she shoved Olivia chest-first into the wall. She opened the closet door beside them and forced the officer’s big dark jugs into doorframe before she slammed the closer door shut. Olivia howled as her thick jugs were molded out of shape by the crushing door.

“Maybe that’ll shrink them down to normal!” Becky laughed maniacally as she hatefully crushed Liv’s tits. Shelly came in behind the toned woman, grabbing her in a full nelson and dragging her back off her partner. Becky’s own considerable D-cups jiggled around as she thrashed and struggled, ultimately swinging her foot up and backward. Her heel thumped into Shelly’s crotch, getting her to moan and release her.

“Don’t fuck with the best! I should be the champion in this family!” Becky ranted as she pulled herself free. She grabbed Shelly’s top and tore it down the middle, spilling out her tits before she buried her teeth into one of her nipples. The chesty blonde shrieked from the pain that ran through her body, yanking at Becky’s hair. The strong and vicious woman was locked on tight, so she took a page from the psychotic heel’s book. She rushed at the nearby coffee table in the upstairs living room, tipping them both forward so Becky’s back and her own boobs went crashing through the wood. Shelly winced as a few splinters stung her chest but at least the ravenous wrestler had let go of her reddened nipple.

Olivia caught up as Becky fumbled and thrashed with the blonde officer. She swung a leg up beneath her, flipping Shelly over her head and onto her back. She winced as her back landed roughly on the wood of the table, but Becky was quicker to rise. She yanked down Shelly’s short shorts and shoved a piece of the short table leg right up her ass.

The blonde shrieked at the painful penetration between her toned cheeks. Olivia grabbed a thin aerosol can from her belt just above her thick ass and pulled on Becky’s hair, spraying her with the portable aphrodisiac.

“Time to chill out, cat cunt,” Law growled as Becky’s wild eyes grew a bit softer and glassier. Olivia shoved her back into one of the couches while she was distracted by the sudden arousal. Becky stopped as her bare ass hit the arm of the couch, but Olivia lunged after her and caught her around the hips. She lifted her up and powerbombed her down onto the couch with a noisy creak, just to cling to her and squeeze her own big brown breasts.

“Let’s see how much you really hate big jugs, girl,” Olivia hissed threateningly. She cupped her jugs together and started to bounce them in place, grinding her titflesh and nipples over Becky’s exposed pussy. She groaned and tried to squeeze her legs together, but that just mashed Liv’s tits together too and pressed them deeper into her.

“You bitch! You… uhn… fat tittied pig!”

“Kind of accurate, really,” Olivia admitted as the busty cop went on titfucking her. Becky gave some clumsy kicks at her belly and hips, but it wasn’t enough to budge the heavier officer. Shelly managed to awkwardly pull the narrow table leg from her ass and hobble over to her, kneeling at the other end of the couch and dropping her sweaty tits over Becky’s face. She scratched and bit at the hanging hooters, but she was stuck between the two chesty cat cops. Between the smothering, the horny drugging, and nipples flicking her clit, she violently shivered as she gushed a wave of cum over Olivia’s tits. She started to go limp but still struggled until Shelly pulled out a set of fuzzy cuffs and slapped them onto her weakly fighting wrists.

“Nothing takes the fight out of them like cumming their brains out, in my experience,” Olivia panted as she eased her bruised boobs away from the bound Becky.

“Fucking bimbo sluts,” Becky mumbled dizzily as Shelly started to drag her out. “This is my match…”

“Uh huh. Come on. Keep making a worse case for yourself,” the blonde officer dismissed casually.

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The ladies settled back into their car as the Cat Ball picked up their latest catch. Shelly shook her head as she went to the trunk of her car and took out a large plastic container.

“Becky’s really lost it this time. That’s assault charges, breaking and entering, destruction of property, attacking a catfighting official… she’s goin’ in the catfight cages for years.”

“Did you see her hit me with that family photo?” Olivia asked as Shelly opened up the box. “That’s symbolism, I tell ya.”

Shelly took out a pair of tight-fitting tops identical to the ones they’d been wearing and set them aside. She took out a pink plastic bottle of some thick substance and shook it up.

“You always need new clothes when you’re out on the job. I’ve got like a dozen in there at any given time,” Shelly explained. She squirted a healthy dose of bottle’s contents over her tits, the slick, oily stuff coating them as she rubbed it into her body. The camera zoomed in on them, not just for the sex appeal but because the scratches and bruises started to disappear.

“It’s got some scientific name at the pharmacy, but we just call it ‘life lube,” Olivia said as she took her share and rubbed it over her aching body. “Medics gave Missy some. It’s great for surface injuries. Cleans and heals them up super-fast. It’s not good for anything deeper than that, so you don’t see it used a lot outside of our department with all our scratches and bruises we go through.”

The ladies pulled on their skimpy tops over their glistening tits as their radio crackled again.

“Ladies, we got an unauthorized gathering at the lodge on Cameltoe Corner. We need them to be dispersed before they cause any trouble. Looks like the sexists again.”

Liv looked thoughtful for a moment. “Like the woman-haters sexists, or…”

“The other kind. The… practitioners.”

“Ughhh,” Olivia groaned. “These assholes again. Alright. Buncha cultist sumbitches…”

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They climbed back into the car as Shelly ran the crew down.

“The sexists is a new ‘religious’ movement. They invented and worship some crazy god of tentacle sex like in those hentai videos…”

“Good videos,” Olivia noted brightly.

“Damn good videos. Remind me to send you one later. But they really just use it as an excuse to fuck in public and claim it’s their right. Ain’t a bright one in the bunch.”

They pulled into the large parking lot where a bunch of black-robed figures were chanting around a campfire. They were clearly female, because the robes were form-fitting with snug belts around their narrow waists. Some of the robes were lifted so that they could finger themselves. Occasionally, one would squirt into the flames that would flicker under the burst of moisture.

“Hey! ICD!” Olivia barked as she stepped out of their car.

“Who?” one of the cultists called back.

She sighed. “The catfight cops!” That got much more of a reaction. “We need you to get your asses out of here and disperse.”

“You can’t make us!” one of the robed figures snapped.

“Honey, I’ve been in protests before myself,” Shelly warned as she stepped out of the car. Olivia nodded in agreement. “I’m all for shit like that with the right causes. But you know what? None of the right causes involved public masturbation.”

“Tenticalia demands our sacrifice be witnessed!” shouted some girl who sounded barely old enough to drink. “Her sacred tentacles will defile the world and bring order to foolish sluts like you!”

“That sure sounds like resisting to me,” Olivia said, cracking her knuckles as she approached the eight robed cultists. One of them gestured sharply at the others.

“Go keep them busy,” she snapped. A pair of the sexists nodded and turned to face the officers, stripping out of their robes. They were both pale and thin, one in her late teens and dotted with several skull tattoos. She had short, black hair with the sides shaved even shorter. The other was in her late thirties with much bigger tits despite her skinny figure. Long red hair hung straight down to contrast her pale skin.

“I’ll clean up tats,” Shelly reported readily.

“I’ll gladly take on the hourglass I’m already jealous of,” the chubbier cop replied.

The officers moved in with their fists at the ready, but the younger cultist made the first move. She grabbed Shelly by her hips and pulled her body into her, shoving her pierced tongue into the blonde’s mouth. Shelly was momentarily surprised but pursed her pouty lips together, aggressively kissing back and grabbing the naked girl by her ass. It was common tactics for the order of Tenticalia to engage in sexfighting since it was their specialty as a bunch of perv cultists, but as they’d said before, the officers needed to meet the civilians in their own level of combat.

The older cultist thrust her breasts out into Olivia’s and rubbed between her legs, warming up her pussy temptingly. “Afraid to face the better boobs head on,” she purred, tugging at the brunette officer’s top.

“You might think you’re egging me on,” Olivia answered as she peeled off her top, letting her thick tits bounce out. “But you’re just makin’ it a whole lot worse for yourself.”

The thicc officer finished stripping down to her birthday suit, grabbing the redhead by her hips and ramming them together. Their pussies slapped noisily as the black woman’s belly wobbled against the slimmer figure, adding more weight to her thrust. The pale woman bit her lip and spread her leg, hooking it around Olivia’s waist to grind her clit aggressively up and down the brunette’s. She ran her nails slowly over Olivia’s tits, getting her nipples to stiffen in her wake.

“You don’t last this long on the job without liking it rough,” Olivia smirked back. She shoved the cultist’s hands away and rammed her chest into hers. While they were both plenty busty, Olivia’s broader rack swallowed up the white woman’s front and her hard nipples drove into hers. The cultist gasped as she felt her nipples invert, being bullied back inside by the firmer pair.

“Thought you’d like that, you nutjob slut,” Olivia boasted. She clapped her hands against her pale ass cheeks, making the tight buns wobble before she lifted her off the ground completely. The woman was left without a leg to stand on in many ways as the thick officer humped her, driving her nips into her opponent’s bobs and her wet pussy all but devoured hers. Her clit boxed up against hers to keep rocking the pale woman in midair, holding tightly onto her opponent/lover’s neck as she started passionately wailing.

Shelly made out with the younger cultist before the pale and naked girl dropped to her knees. She pulled down on Shelly’s top, exposing and playing with her tits on the way down as she took off her shorts with her other hand. She shoved her face into Shelly’s parted legs, just for the officer to shut her naked thighs tightly around her head. She stuck out her studded tongue but couldn’t quite reach her pussy.

“Just cuz I’m dressed like this doesn’t mean I’m that easy,” the blonde scoffed. She bent over the trapped goth’s body and slapped her on the ass, getting a shriek from the startled cultist. She curled her fingers underneath her hips, fingering her as she went on spanking her pale booty. The cries soon turned to moans as the blonde manipulated her more easily.

“Dirty… bitch… heretic,” the gothy teen grunted. She smacked and pushed at Shelly’s thighs and legs before she shoved her hand in between her legs. She couldn’t reach with her mouth, but she could dig her dark fingernails into Shelly’s pussy. The blonde gasped as her cunt claw locked in.

“How you like that, grandma? Cant keep up with the modern times?” she gloated between her legs.

“Oh you did not want to open this up,” Shelly warned between her gritted teeth. She already had her hands inside the goth so she adjusted her fingers, jamming her nails into the base of her clit on either side. The younger fighter gasped sharply, her vicious grip faltering for a moment. Shelly handled her with much more experience, pinching and jabbing at it with her nails while tracing the edge of her index finger along the hard and sensitive bud.

“We won’t make it,” one of the still gathered cultists worried. “Go back them up!”

“What? No, you do it!” another objected. The two women shoved at each other, reaching beneath their robes to pull on each other’s hair. They fell out to reveal their naked bodies, tumbling over each other as the other cultists squabbled, scratched and shoved at each other.

“Stop it, you idiots!” their leader snapped as she went on masturbating. “The ritual is nearly complete! We’re so… mmm… soooo close,” she moaned.

Shelly lifted the goth cultist upside down, holding her upside down around her waist. She raked her claws over her pussy as the cultist kicked and screamed in pain, slipping in the occasional moan when Shelly rubbed or licked her clit just right.

“Knew you cultists were into some weird shit. Well let’s give it to you,” Shelly boasted. She shoved her face into the tattooed girl’s pussy, biting around her pussy lips while drilling her tongue into her. The goth’s eyes rolled back in the mixed pain and pleasure, shivering as she was overloaded into squirting her sweet, sticky cum into Shelly’s mouth.

She looked up at her partner, but Olivia had her cultist pinned beneath her. She had her legs spread and scissoring her into the parking lot, the moaning redhead trying helplessly to crawl away from her expert tribbing. The jiggling officer held her legs open while keeping her steady, a thick orgasm spraying out messily between them as the cultist flopped onto the blacktop.

“Alright, which one of you’s next?” Shelly asked as she slapped some quick cuffs on her cultist. She stood up to see the other cultists caught up in their own argument, rolling and clawing at each other besides their remaining leader who was still fingering herself by the fire.

“Yes. Yessss, oh, Tenticalia! I’m coming!” she wailed. The leader orgasmed again, squirting over the flames as they suddenly turned a twisted shade of black and green. The flames suddenly spread and flattened over the ground in a bizarre shape before numerous thin, black and green tentacles shot up out of the ground. They stretched out as the sky darkened and one of the tendrils grabbed the bickering cultists. It peeled her off her opponent as its touch melted away her robes.

“It… it worked! Oh great Tenicalia, I EEEEE!” One tentacle rammed itself up between her legs, getting her to stiffen up.

“Okay, this is way less enjoyable than I expected!” she rambled. “And way colder!”

With a hungry slurp, the woman suddenly vanished as the tentacle reeled her into the strange portal they were coming out of.

“Yes! Welcome, sisters, as the great Tenticalia embraces UGHHK!” The tentacle shoved down her throat, shutting her up as another pair stripped and fondled her. Even the leader looked shocked as she was fucked in ways she couldn’t comprehend and dragged into its nightmarish portal.

“Okay! What the shit!?” Shelly shouted.

“Yea, this escalated quickly,” Olivia admitted as they backed away from the flailing tendrils that seemed to rot the clothes off their targets. They grabbed the two subdued cultists and dragged them back to safety as the thrashing tentacles violated and dragged in those who were too busy fighting and fucking each other to notice until it was too late.

“Normally I’m not one to complain, but we could probably use guns about now,” Shelly admitted as they stayed by the car.

“Or grenades. What else are you gonna use on a thing that rots off whatever it touches?” Olivia agreed. She paused and snapped her fingers rapidly.

“Quick! The trunk!”

Shelly popped it open and Olivia ran over, grabbing a spare bottle of their life lube. They met each other’s eyes, shrugged, and Olivia tossed it at the crazy tentacle deity. One of the tentacles blindly grabbed at the uncorked bottle, sizzling against its grody skin. It gave an otherworldly howl as it dropped it, letting the pinkish oil spill all over itself and its portal. Smoke rose from its form. Its tentacles melted and shriveled back down, suddenly vanishing into its portal and leaving nothing but a greasy stain in its wake.

“I… have a lot of questions,” Olivia admitted.

“Yea, that thing was real the whole time? That raises a lot of doubts, huh?” Shelly looked quizzically at her captured and cummed out cultist. “At least we got someone to ask when they wake up. And footage of the whole thing.”

“And at least we don’t feel guilty when we have to beat up these horny-ass doomsday cultists,” Olivia added. She looked over to the camera crew and shrugged. “Crazy night, huh? Told you Bichfast is a wild town.”