Catfightsona 4: Headcase

I guess I got into a fast and furious mode this month. Half of my monthly donor stories done (this one and Gats/Amagato’s), crushed a few commissions, put out 3 or 4 stories and a buncha pics that got delivered, even an old fan request… but not a lot of your voted stories! I’m glad to see the fics I’ve posted already have been well-received, but you guys deserve what you asked for. Delivering on the biggest voted story, Catfightsona.

This story’s always been weirdly fun. It’s my poor understanding of Persona manifested while trying to kink it up but just a little. Quirky schoolgirls summoning fetishes manifested into peoples’ dreams to fight masses of minion monsters. It’s not your detailed sexy wrestling matches or dirty catfights or even a superhero fight… it’s just its own weird tone and kind of just an interesting story from my perspective. It takes a fast-paced way of thinking to do, because just knocking a ton of ladies out in one hit doesn’t tend to be very fun to read.

I also weirdly like the mini-boss that appears in this one… expect her on a future art poll as the muscular, tiger-styled gym teacher… also Stella. She’s been fun along with my general like of punk characters. Plus I was wondering recently if you could make an OC who’s both got shark fangs and pouty lips and forgot that Stella was already that.

“This isn’t really the meeting I would have expected…” Stella Studebaker frowned as she looked around the table at the Magnum Burger. “A rich girl, a cop, and the two girls who beat me and my crew up a couple weeks ago asking me about my weird dreams and cutting off my weird samurai boat nightmares.” 

The tan girl leaned back, wearing her gang’s usual red windbreaker with the dragon emblem on the back. The short scar ran just over her eye, and she bit one of her pouty lips with a sharp set of teeth as she thought. Her bright red hair was short to keep up her somewhat boyish look.

“Well you were exposed to a Temptress for some time there,” Kate noted. The giant oni of a gatekeeper slapped down a cheap notebook that Vicky had provided for her. “I got a lot of information from our emails, but I wanted to confirm a few things after hearing reports from other students. So in summary... ” Kate (the name they’d settled on as short for Gatekeeper) went over her notes with her. The giant woman (leaving her short horns behind to help her disguise) had been passing as a special unit police officer over the last few days, checking in with students and faculty in the school. Her sense for the Temptress’ wasn’t as strong when she was out in the real world, so she had been bouncing back and forth between them. She had been dressed down to a huge flannel shirt and some jeans as the best they could find to fit her.

“You found yourself with troubling dreams, increased aggression, and started declaring non-stop turf wars on the students and main figures of Mystery City High. In particular, our friend Vicky here.” She nodded to the long-haired blonde in her school uniform, sucking on a milkshake and eying Stella warily. They had been competitive at first, but the last few weeks had left her more on edge. She’d been optimistic about sparing her rival punk, though, since their actions had come to a dead stop.

“I’m not sure I’d call her a friend,” Stella said as she leaned on the table. “But yea. I kept getting the urge to go after her. I kept seeing other signs…” She tapped her head beneath her fire-red bangs. “Iris and Mendez kept coming up, but I think the Temptress could only guide me not control me. At least I had an excuse to pick a fight with Vicky…”

“See?” Dora chimed happily. The short and fit Spanish girl thumped her fist on the table. “I knew I was the guardian of this town!” 

“That might have been more of a happy coincidence,” Izzy said quietly, trying to keep out of Kate’s earshot. As best they could tell so far, Dora had simply yelled it loud enough that Kate assumed they were interdimensional guardians of the physical plane and entrusted them with their “Catfightsona” badges. It wouldn’t take much to explain to Kate, but she figured best to play it safe in case her or some other authority took their powers out from under them.

“But they fought their way into the mind of Izzy here…” Kate pointed over to the slim girl in glasses, poking her way through a salad. “They freed her from one of the invasive temptresses, which lead them towards you, Stella, where we managed to break your spell after a long-standing infection with a Temptress. I have a lot of reports of people who are claiming others have been acting strangely, but...” Kate flipped through her notebook. “I’m not finding anything that would actually indicate Temptress activity.”

“You mean people being weird like me?” Stella asked cautiously.

“Weird like you used to be,” Kate corrected.

“Nah, she’s always pretty weird,” Vicky said, patting some of her milkshake out of her cup and into her mouth. She passed off the rest to Dora who swigged the rest.

“I mean there’s that Virginia Clark chick.”

The girls looked up at Stella. “What about her?” Izzy pressed, the thin but busty geek girl leaning her elbow on the table.

“She’s probably got a Temptress. When I was still getting those urges, she handed me a card. Talked about brainwaves and purifying spirits. Said she was great at capturing them.” She dug into her coat pocket and slid it over. “Never saw her again though.”

Vicky frowned as she looked over what looked like a rather plain business card. “Ooh boy… not that Miss Clark…”

“You know her?” Dora pried.

“She’s my fuckin’ homeroom teacher. Kind of weirdly happy all the time. Loves her job or some crap, I guess.”

“Oh I remember her! She seemed nice,” Dora chirped.

“Yea, you would say that…”

“Great! I can arrange a dream tonight,” Kate said as she scribbled something into her notebook. She wrote out Virginia’s name and a few strange, unclear letters before they glowed blue. She held out a hand and a small, circular pin appeared in her hands. Izzy flinched while Vicky stared, but Kate slid the firm plastic badge over to Stella.

“We tend to open a route to the dream realm around midnight. We’ll provide the uniforms and resources!”

“Wait! Her?!” Vicky objected. “The chick we fought in the first place!?” The oni shrugged her giant shoulders.

“But she’s helping us capture them. We might as well deputize her to help the cause.”

Stella stared at her trinket, rolling it over in her fingertips. “What’s this now?”

“That’s your badge as a temporary guardian of this dimension and your means to summon your Catfightsona; a projection of your urge to protect.”

“And you’re saying this’ll fuck up the guys that were messing with my head.”

“Of course not,” Kate chuckled. “Temptresses are a purely female species, allowing them to lay the psychic ‘eggs,’ as it were, inside your dream self. So you’ll be fighting the GIRLS that messed with your head.”

“I’m in,” Stella smirked. “See what they get for crossing me.” She flashed a shark-toothed grin as Vicky sucked in a breath.

“Maybe keep her on the bench for her first time,” she muttered to the others.

The night came and as the girls drifted off to sleep, they appeared back in the empty void with a large door in front of them. Kate was there beside it in her tidy black-blue suit, beaming proudly at the manifesting girls. They were in their usual attire of all black, tight clothing; Dora in her leotard, Vicky in her trench coat over shirt and stretch pants, and Izzy in her catsuit. Sure enough, Stella appeared as well, the tan and scar-faced punk in black sweats and sandals with a bikini top so small and tight that her breasts hung halfway out on either side and would bounce around at the slightest movement.

“Ah shit. This is usually why I tie these down,” Stelle grumbled as she fought to tug the top in place. Dora just raised her eyebrows and muttered something Vicky couldn’t understand.

“I’ve confirmed the presence of a Temptress somewhere inside Miss Clark’s mindscape, so I took the liberty of readying a gate there. You all know the rules,” Kate reminded them. “The human mind can only handle three guardians inside it at any given time. Who’s up for visiting Virginia?”

“Dibs!” Dora called, throwing up her hand and stepping out ahead of the group. She turned to them with a smile, hand still in the air as they looked to her expectantly. “What? Nobody else?”

“Hey, I’m up for it,” Vicky shrugged. “But you started all this, really. You’re kind of our guardian expert.”

“It’s true,” Kate piped in. “You have had a real knack for this as a whole. It may be easiest if you decide until we know what we’re getting into.”

“Well, since it’s a teacher…” Dora rubbed her chin and pointed at Izzy. “So we might need someone smart. Izzy, you and Matron are coming with. Annnd… Stella.”

“Yes! Let me at ‘em!” she said with a grin. She punched a fist into her palm, just to regret it when her tit nearly bounced out of her bikini top.

“Are you kidding?” Vicky sighed. “She’s obviously going to betray the crap out of us!”

“Hey, I don’t run from any fight,” Stella snapped. “And I shoot straight. You know when I’m comin’ at ya and I sure don’t turn on nobody.”

“You don’t turn… that’s just a double negative!” Vicky accused.

“Who are you callin’ a double negady!?” Stella shouted back. Vicky started to correct her but just shut her mouth. Stella was right: she announced herself loudly whenever she came to challenge Vicky, and the Star City Dragons weren’t much for ambushes. Plus she was probably too dumb to think of betraying anybody in the first place.

“Fine. Go ahead. Just swap us out if you need backup,” Vicky conceded, waving at Dora.

“Great! Thanks, Vic. I just really want to see what her Catfightsona is like and get her a little experience. I’ll tell you all about it when we get back!”

Stella looked puzzled and went to object when Kate pushed open the portal with one hand. A bright white light filled their vision until it shifted to pink. Sparkles and flower petals drifted past their heads, even after they realized they were indoors. A sunny day shone in through the windows as a bunch of girls with short skirts, brightly colored hair and smiling, giggly faces wandered the halls. Everyone also had pointed cat ears poking from their hair and matching tails under their skirts.

“Uh…” Izzy started cautiously but didn’t proceed.

“Is you guys’ school like this?” Stella asked, giving the side-eye to a passing girl. She was running past with a piece of toast still in her mouth.

“Oh hiii!” A blonde girl with strangely large pink eyes hopped in front of them, glitter falling off every part of her. Her hair ran in twintails long enough to whip after her like a pair of jump ropes. “You girls must be the exchange students. I can tell from your, like, totally cool uniforms!” she gushed. She smiled and giggled at them, and that alone was enough to make her watermelon-sized tits bounce around. The jiggle physics alone even put Stella to shame.

“Yyyyes,” Izzy said carefully. “But we’re actually looking for a teacher. Do you know where Miss Clark is?”

A few of the girls gasped. Most of them glared. “Do you mean Virginia Clark the Princess Principal and school founder!?” a shorter girl nearby piped up. “She’s the absolute cooooolest!”

“OMG, right? She’s so dreamy and smart!” another girl joined in.

“I wanna take the ‘virgin’ out of Virginia, if you know what I mean,” another, almost identical student chimed in.

“Great,” Izzy said with a not. “Super not creepy.”

Dora cleared her throat. “Okay, so how can we get to her? We need to talk to her.”

Every student’s eyes darkened as they turned to look right at Dora.

“I take it back. Creepy,” Izzy added.

“Nobody takes our Ginny away from us,” the girl that greeted them hissed in a ghastly voice. The team scooted back a step as the other girls hissed around them. Their feline ears perked up and their hair started to stand up aggressively.

“We’ve been waiting years to go on a date with her and some newcomer sluts can’t-”

Stella grabbed the approaching catgirl and headbutted her between the eyes. With a brief “Nya!”, she fell to the floor unconscious. Izzy and Dora gave Stella a sideways glance.

“What? Ain’t nobody talk to me like that,” she scoffed dismissively. “Especially not some sparkly pink cat bitch.”

“That’s… one way to navigate this problem,” Izzy admitted carefully.

“Yea, the fun way! Wrestle ‘em, wrestler!” Dora threw out an excited hand and flicked her thumb, snapping open her guardian badge. Her busty, muscular Catfightsona appeared in front of her in her tight spandex and immediately whirled around, a spinning clothesline sending a few more of the territorial catgirls flying through the halls and windows.

“Well if we’re heading this direction,” Izzy sighed as she popped her badge open. “Matron! Dark mode!”

The tall and chesty nun levitated out of her badge, just to throw off the robes and reveal her leather corset and whip. She lashed out her wildly waving weapon so that the strands formed a web that blocked off a hallway from some of the glaring girls. She grabbed the center of her web with a smirk and blew the blocked, feral schoolgirls a kiss.

“Bad kitties,” she purred before pulling her whip back and snapping the complex webbing back at them like a large trampoline, sending them flying back down the hall.

Stella just charged into another handful of girls, punching catgirl after catgirl. One pounced on her back, just to get shoulder tossed to the floor before Stella stomped on her belly. One leapt at her but Stella caught her by the ears, letting the catgirl flail at the air and chomp with her cute little fangs.

“Get that weak shit outta here!” she snapped, kicking the cat in the stomach to launch her back.

“Told you she’d be useful!” Dora chimed as she ran in the wake of Wrestler. She hasn’t even summoned yet and she’s kickin’ butt.”

Izzy nodded but looked back as some of the catgirls started to squirm through the whip’s barrier. “Great, but we probably can’t fight a whole school’s worth of enemies.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I tried!” Stella barked.

“And did you win?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it…” she grumbled.

“Then let’s move. We know she’s the principal, so we just need to find her office and get inside. Even if the Temptress isn’t there, we should at least find her core personification.”

“Persona what?” Stella asked.

“Her brain self,” Dora pitched in as Wrestler piledrive on last catgirl, crushing her between her thighs and the cracked floor. “So let’s run and gun, girls.”

The broke into a jog, knocking out the occasional cagirl who caught up or tried to cut them off. Wrestler bashed her way through a dead end so they could keep running, but nothing particularly dangerous got in their way.

That was when suddenly, a pair of huge, fuzzy orange paws slammed through a wall. They grabbed Mistress and Wrestler amidst the debris and yanked them back through the hole it made. The girls stared for a moment before jumping through after them, stepping foot in the gymnasium. It was lined with bleachers on both sides with basketball hoops on either end. A few catgirls sat in the bleachers, cheering and waving at the scene ahead of them.

An 8-foot tall woman stood before them, packed with muscle that made her comparable to Kate. Her orange hair had a few black streaks dyed into it like a tiger, making her look even more menacing. She wore a windbreaker that was too small for her, failing to cover her cleavage or abs while her gym shorts did the same with her powerful legs. Her brawny arms gradually turned into full on fur and large tiger paws by the mid-forearm. The tall tigress grinned as a long, black and orange striped tail appeared from behind her hips, long enough to have both Wrestler and Matron tied up in its coils.

“Well well! A couple of delinquents causing trouble in my class?” the tigress asked as she stepped forward, cracking her… paws. “Maybe a hard workout will calm you girls down some.”

She threw out a hand and shouted dramatically. “I am Professor Fujitora, gym teacher at Nekoneko High! Age 28! Unmarried! Likes include tuna ramen surprise and-”

Dora and Stella moved in sync as they blindsided the cat-like teacher. Dora leapt into a double drop kick into her abs while Stella rushed in with an elbow to the same spot.

“NOBODY CARES!” they shouted as the shocked tigress slid back a step… but that was all. She flashed a fanged grin and crossed her arms, punching both girls in the face and knocking them back.

“Attacking while I’m open? A purr-fect strategy! But I’m the toughest teacher in Nekoneko, and you scrubs aren’t about to make me change my stripes!”

The two girls tumbling across the ground before getting back on one knee near Izzy.

“Yow,” Dora groaned. “I don’t remember these dream guys hitting so hard.”

“Is this why you let your big titty punch ghost do your fighting for you?” Stella asked with a snort.

“I think it’s more than that,” Izzy said as she reached into her belt. She pulled out what looked like a set of VR goggles and raised them to her face. She nodded knowingly as a bunch of holographic numbers and charts appeared in front of her face, even to the other girls.

“Just like I thought. It’s hard to get an exact read, but this is what we’d consider a mini boss. We should be able to take her on her own, but… it’s part of Miss Clark’s mindscape. She’s been hardening her defenses somehow to repel the Temptresses, so this kind of opponent’s a lot tougher than they should be.”

“So? We just hit ‘em harder, right?” Stella asked, putting up her dukes as the tigress charged. Fujitora took a swing at Dora, and even as she ducked out of the way it sent her hair back with the breeze. Stella threw a kick into her lower thigh to try and trip her up but the solid teacher just turned and uppercutted her into the air. Stella went flying a good ten feet up, but her face turned into a glare in midair. She grabbed onto the basketball hoop as she passed and stopped herself, swinging herself right back to kick her in the chin.

Fujitora stumbled back another step but laughed as she rubbed her chin. “Not bad for such a little kitten. But you can’t fight to save your life.”

“Excuse me, you bitchass punkass overgrown little shit!?” Stella seethed. She swung off the hoop and reached to strangle the muscular teacher, but her paws reached up and grabbed her arms. The claws dug into her skin and squeezed until they could hear a brutal cracking. Stella cringed but she bit back a scream by biting a fang into her pouty lips.

“Guess that’s one form of discipline that’ll stop that potty mouth,” Fujitora scoffed, just for Stella to swing her feet and kick her in both tits on the way up. She grunted and dropped her as Izzy whipped out her tazer, firing a few laser blasts out of it to distract the tigress. She growled and stormed off after her when Dora dove for her legs, using some quick leverage to trip her up and trap her in a figure four leg lock. It wasn’t keeping her down for long as she powered through the hold, but it was slowing her down for now.

“Thanks for that,” Stella nodded at Izzy. “You guys got a better head than me for gang tactics.”

“I’ll assume that’s a compliment,” Izzy said quickly. “But if you want some real backup, use your badge.”

“My what?”

“The thing we gave you at Magnum Burger. That we snapped open earlier to summon our Catfightsonas.”

“Oh yea… I did think that was weird. How’s it work?”

“You think about what you’re protecting…” Izzy explained.

“Preferably in a cool speech!” Dora yelled over as she continued to fail to contain the tigress. She pulled at Fujitora’s tail, but she couldn’t budge the coils to free their own Catfightsonas.

“And break it open.”

“Well… I guess I protect my gang,” Stella said as she studied her little token. She squeezed it in her fist angrily. “But really… I’m protecting me being annoyed at big-mouth fucks talkin’ shit about me!!!”

“That’s not really how-” Izzy started but with a crunch, the badge fell into dust out of Stella’s grinding fist. Izzy shut her mouth as smoke poured from Stella’s fist and a sound like crashing waves swept through the gym. A sultry voice echoed through the room.

“No roughhousing near the pool, sweeties…”

The smoke cleared to show a very tall woman. Her hair was long, blonde and full, flowing through the air with the slightest movement. She wore a bright red one piece that had her huge breasts overflowing on the sides, barefoot and with tanlines showing at the edges of her swimsuit. Big blue eyes batted as she spread into a full-lipped smile, a simple streak of white suntan lotion across her nose.

“What the heck? Why’s mine a lifeguard?” Stella asked in the confusion.

“No idea,” Izzy admitted. “Why is mine a dominatrix nun?”

“I figured you was a freak or somethin’.”

“I’m NOT!”

“More troublemakers,” the tiger catgirl growled. She kicked out a foot, sending Dora skidding across the floor as she rose back to her feet. Lifeguard just giggled and raised a hand towards her. With another booming crash, another one of the gym walls exploded open. A massive burst of water flew through the opening and swept over Fujitora without touching any of the girls, encasing her in a sphere of water before reeling her back through the hole. Lifeguard went jogging after her, breasts bouncing side to side before she suddenly dove into the floor, passing through it like it was water.

“Ha! Okay, that’s kinda badass!” Stella laughed as she went rushing after the fight. Izzy and Dora traded glances before they followed too.

Things made slightly more sense in the next room. They were in the school pool behind the gym, with a wet Fujitora dragging herself off the floor in a daze. Lifeguard popped up from the ground, stopping on her feet in a graceful jiggle.

“So you think you’re a bigshot, kitty cat?” the teacher snarled, baring her fangs. “Well let’s see how-”

“BITCH you talk too much!” Stella ran in by her side and kicked the kneeling tigress in the ribs. She huffed from the cheap shot, more rattled than earlier by the human’s hit. She tried to reach for her when there was a slight bubbling noise and Stella fell right into the floor. She vanished through it like she was sinking into nothing, just to pop back out next to Lifeguard.

“Careful out there, hon,” Lifeguard warned, patting her on the head and kissing it affectionately. Stella flashed a fanged grin of her own.

“Yea, I really dig this. Get my back, Lifeguard. I got this bitch.”

“That’s not really how Catfightsonas work!” Izzy called but Stella was already charging in.

“We think, anyway,” Dora added, content to watch the fight curiously. “We thought they were all big people-sized, but then Kate made hers the size of a house. And yours can turn into two ‘sonas. Maybe it’s a cool backup one. It’s got guard in the name, after all.”

Fujitora was ready for Stella, but a blast of water balls from Lifeguard made her flinch away. That let Stella hammer her with a few punches to the side and knee her in the groin as she clinched up with her. Fujitora grunted and doubled over, grabbing her groin just for Stella to uppercut her. She snarled and tried to grab the street punk in her massive paw, just for her to dip back into the watery ground again. She warped back to Lifeguard, who had used the distraction to fly over Fujitora’s head. The cat woman’s ears flicked quizzically as Stella seemed to vanish, just to stomp both her feet on her head and drive her face into the ground. The beastly woman still grabbed Stella by the ankle, but a strand of water grabbed Fuji in turn and dragged her away from the human.

Fujitora dug her claws into the tiles, just leaving long scratches in the material. Lifeguard reeled her in and spread her legs seductively, just to clamp them around the tiger’s neck. She squeezed hard enough that strangely thick and defined muscles bulged in her legs.

“Thick thighs save lives,” Lifeguard purred as Fujitora struggled, but even beating her fists on the limbs couldn’t let her escape. Her face turned red as Stella ran in at top speed and wound up with all her might.

“SHARK BUSTER!” she bellowed as she threw a mundane but full powered punch into Fuji’s battered abs. Between the choke and the power punch, Fujitora heaved out a messy gag. She sprayed spittle over Stella’s back before she collapsed in a heap on the pool’s floor. Her tail uncurled, releasing Wrestler and Matron to float away to safety.

“Ooh, I like her,” Matron purred, stroked a hand over Lifeguard’s arm.

“Yea! That was badass!” Dora cheered as she ran in after her. “You do sweet anime shit when you fight too!?”

“I mean yea. You gotta give your best attack a name,” Stella shrugged. “So we beat their toughest tiger. Can we just take over their turf now or what?”

“Yes, I’m sure. We just became the new gym teachers,” Izzy said sarcastically. “But hopefully, this buys us enough of an opening to go find Miss Clark.”

The girls went off while Dora and Stella compared attack names. The halls were relatively clear now, so they could slow to a walk until they reached the principal’s office. They opened it carefully to find Virginia Clark, the teacher who apparently promoted herself to principal and the biggest hottie in school in her own mind. Inside her office, they found her working at her desk on some blank papers. She was a black woman of pretty medium build, though a big puffy afro made her stand out well enough.

“Hey miss… uh, P-Principal Clark?” Izzy offered as her teammates urged her in first. “We wanted to speak with you.”

“Oh come in, girls! I’m always happy to see my enthusiastic… students?” She looked at them quizzically. “I’m sorry… but why aren’t you in schoolgirl uniforms? Or have cute cat ears like in the games?”

“Hoo boy,” Izzy sighed while Stella snickered. The teacher was a dating sim fan. “We’re uh… transfers. From the ‘outside.’ We wanted to check if you had any trouble with anything called a Temptress lately. Corrupting creatures that…”

“Oh yes!” she said brightly. “I remember that troublemaker. Weeded her out quickly enough between my meditation and yoga classes.”

“I’m sure,” Izzy said with a nod.

“They say her spirit still haunts the school, powerless but immortal,” the smiling teacher went on with an air of mysticism. “In fact, they say she only appears during the Sakura School Festival.”

“Theeee what now?” Dora asked.

“It’s the end of the game. The perfect ending,” Clark went on. “When you ship all the perfect couples and get your romance meter maxed out, you confess under the cherry blossom tree and the spirit appears. Haven’t you played NNH before? Even the remakes?”

Dora and Izzy exchanged wary glances. Stella just couldn’t stop laughing. “We might have our work cut out for us here…” Izzy grumbled.