No More Kittens - Chapter 1: The Boxing Match

Quick bit of context before we get into things, this is a CB story that will run alongside the other BB story (Cat Wars) that I’m writing currently. It’s set in the same universe and takes place a few months before Pink is sent back in time. Also, still very much working on that short CB animation!

Anyway, I’d recommend reading the introduction to Cat Wars Part 1 for greater context, but in short, this is set hundreds of years in the future, men are at war with (and enslaving) the world, and the cat women (a new evolutionary human species) are being persecuted by them. We follow the story of five clone cat women sisters, bred to fight off their oppressors and free their kind. So yeah, all perfectly normal, everyday stuff! Now, without further ado…

Blue stood across the room from Red, waiting patiently. Whilst the twin sisters were identical, the differences in their personalities were always plain to see. As Blue stood in shy silence, Red was wrestling angrily with a computer console, trying and failing, much to her frustration, to get the damn thing to turn on.

Blue had something of a meek disposition. Though she was, biologically, as physically fit and athletic as the rest of her four sisters, you wouldn’t have known it from the way she carried herself. Her shoulders were typically hunched, her back slouched, her sapphire eyes wide and full of wonder. She was often referred to by the others, in secret of course, as the runt of the litter. Still, she was one of them, and they loved her all the same. With a little training, she would soon be in the same league as the rest of them, or at least, that was what they hoped.

And that was precisely what today was all about. Red had talked Blue into joining her in the simulation room for a sparring session, although her motivations weren’t entirely pure. Red loved a good fight, especially ones she knew she’d have no trouble winning, and Blue was hardly a worthy opponent for her. Was it a little cruel? Perhaps. But Blue would have to learn the ropes one way or another, and making mistakes was the fastest way to learn, after all.

Finally, after much physical and verbal abuse from Red, the computer console sputtered into life. Red cackled triumphantly, barely containing her excitement for the upcoming brawl. Her nimble fingers glided rapidly over the keyboard and within a few moments the once-empty white simulation room transformed into a giant boxing ring, complete with a cheering, holographic crowd.

Having been raised up from a hatch in the floor, the boxing ring itself was real enough, though the expansive audience that surrounded it was all a trick of the light. Through a clever combination of cameras, screens, lights and holograms, the simulation room now felt like a living, breathing place. Green had really outdone herself on this one. The audience was even programmed to react to the actions of the subjects participating, evident by their elated cheering, which grew in volume as Red started waving and posing towards the crowd.

Once Red was done winning the favour of her artificial fans and boosting her own ego, she began to make her way towards the ring. Seeing this, Blue followed suit, and began to awkwardly clamber onto the raised stage, dragging herself up and under the ropes. In stark contrast to her clumsy entrance, Red turned around, her back towards the ring. She bent down, squatting for a moment with her arms out straight in front of her. Then, in one swift movement, she thrust herself upwards, into an elegant backflip, landing effortlessly inside of the ring.

The crowd cooed at the athletic display, and Red shot Blue a sly grin. Blue gulped. Growing up, Red had always been the sister that had scared her the most. She knew she was in for a rough time, but she also knew that, if she was to fulfil her duty to her species, she had no choice but to learn and endure.

“You ready, Mouse?” Red teased. Mouse was the unwanted pet name Blue had been given, though it was typically only Red that ever called her by it.

“Uh, I guess so…” Blue glanced down at her hands, the grey and blue skin tight suit wrapping around her delicate fingers, “Aren’t we supposed to have gloves for this sort of thing?”

“You gonna wear boxing gloves out in the field?” Red mocked, and Blue shook her head, a little embarrassed, “This may be a simulation, but the fight’s gonna be real, so get ready.”

Blue’s heart was already racing, pounding so hard against her chest she could almost feel her tits vibrating. She closed her eyes and tried to recall what Pink had taught her: breathe deep, control your body, concentrate. With her eyes still shut, she found her stance, placing one foot in front of the other, bending her knees just a little, and bringing up her fists into a close guard. With a long exhale, she slowly began to open her eyes, just in time to see Red hurtling towards her.

An involuntary squeak escaped Blue’s lips as she tensed up, bracing for impact. The high pitched sound would inevitably cement her nickname, but she had bigger problems now. Red’s fist swung low, passing beneath Blue’s flimsy guard and burying itself into her abdomen.

Time seemed to slow down momentarily. To say Blue had had the wind knocked out of her would be an understatement. As Red’s fist drove itself further and further into her torso, her back arched forwards, her feet left the ground, her arms flailed helplessly in front of her. A fine spray of spit evacuated her mouth as she gasped for air, her eyes widening as the pain began to sink in. She caught a glimpse of Red, staring at her with her angry, fiery eyes, a toothy grin fixed firmly on her face, and then time resumed as normal.

Blue flew back, sailing through the air briefly before colliding with the ropes. The ropes recoiled as they absorbed Blue’s momentum, then suddenly sprang back, propelling the poor girl forwards into the waiting arm of Red. Blue’s face collided with the outstretched forearm, effectively clotheslining her and knocking her onto her back. The artificial crowd went wild, a feminine cheer echoing through the chamber. Understandably dazed, Blue had little time to register Red’s foot descending rapidly towards her face.

At the last second, she just barely managed to move her head out of the way, her flailing arm getting caught instead. Red’s foot pinned Blue’s wrist to the floor, preventing her from escaping. Blue struggled with small panicked exertions, but to no avail.

“C’mon, Mouse, whatcha gonna do?” Red laughed, grinding her foot back and forth. Blue squealed as the motion scraped her skin, the latex suit offering little protection. Red rolled her eyes, “You could at least try to hit me.”

Blue gritted her teeth. She hated how Red mocked her, it always made her feel so small. With her free hand, she formed a fist and swung at Red’s leg, trying to shift her foot away from her. It was quite a pathetic effort. Blue batted frantically at Red’s leg, but it seemed to have zero impact on her. To the girls’ surprise, the crowd exploded into raucous laughter, having somehow been programmed by Green to find such a display amusing.

“Man, this is just sad. I thought even you would last longer than this. How unsatisfying…” Red was genuinely disappointed. Whilst she loved to win, she liked to feel she had at least earned her victory, “Remember your training. Always go for the next available weak point.”

Keeping her foot on Blue’s arm, Red turned towards her and widened her stance. Blue understood what she was hinting at, she was practically presenting her crotch to her. The clone sisters had been trained from an early age to specifically take down men. It was one of the reasons they had developed some fine, physical attributes. Men might be at war with them, but they could only suppress their animalistic urges so far. Nine times out of ten, if a man came face to face with one of the sisters, they’d be so disarmed by their beauty that they’d leave themselves totally defenceless. The sisters were, of course, trained to exploit this, prioritising attacks to the groin to ensure their male foes felt as much agony and humiliation as possible.

“But… You’re female?” Blue looked up at Red’s perfectly exposed crotch with confusion, “It won’t affect you.”

“Honestly? Is that what you think?” Red chuckles, knowingly, “C’mere, lemme show you something.”

Finally, Red removed her foot from Blue’s wrist, the relief of pressure prompting a short gasp from her. But before Blue could move away, Red grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. Blue winced as a small tuft of her turquoise hair was yanked from her scalp, followed quickly by Red shoving her backwards, sending her reeling. Her legs stumbling and her arms flapping, she did her best to steady herself, and just narrowly avoided falling to the ground again. With her legs spread and her arms out at her sides, however, she had very much left herself open to attack, which of course was exactly what Red had expected she’d do.

Red’s foot firmly wedged itself between Blue’s legs, and the crowd let out a unified ‘oof’. The blow lifted her from the ground for a second. By the time she’d made contact with the floor again, Red had already withdrawn her leg. With her legs slightly buckled and her knees bent inwards, towards one another, Blue froze in place. The kick had been so fast that she hadn’t felt much of the initial impact, but as her body caught up and began to process what had just happened, the pain started to sink in. A fiery hot sensation burned between her legs, as an aching numbness made its way up through her groin and into her stomach. Her crotch tingled, and she felt a little nauseous.

“So, did that ‘affect’ you?” Red smirked, signing quotation marks with her fingers around the word ‘affect’. She looked to her poor sister for an answer, but the girl was unable to speak, “Ok, quit milking it.”

Another lightning fast kick. Blue was brought down to her knees, her hands instinctively shooting towards her crotch, covering it like a protective cocoon, though a little too late. Her right eye twitched involuntarily as she absorbed the tremendous pain passing through her. Her body swayed back and forth in a daze, before ultimately giving in and flopping forwards. She hit the floor face first, her butt jiggling from the impact. Once again, the crowd cheered, rubbing salt in the wound.

“Well, guess I win,” Red sighed.

“No fair,” Blue spluttered, her voice a muffled, hoarse whisper as she lay against the ground, “That was against the rules…”

“What rules?” Red snapped, “How many times do I have to say it? This isn’t boxing, Mouse.” Placing a foot against Blue’s shoulder, Red gave her a shove, rolling her onto her back, “A real opponent will hit you wherever they want, any chance they get.” Red stepped over Blue so that she was now essentially straddling her from above, her back turned towards her face.

As Blue stared up at Red’s giant, toned ass looming over her, Red continued, “For example, in a real situation…”

Blue swallowed nervously, she could see where this was going, but was in too much pain to do anything about it. Using her foot, Red kicked Blue’s hands away from her crotch and, with unnerving calm and collection, lowered herself down onto her sister, planting her butt just beneath her breasts. She carried on.

“If the enemy took you down and saw you were still breathing, they wouldn’t just stop,” Red raised both of her hands above her head, interlocking her fingers into a ball and forming, effectively, one giant fist, “They would keep hitting you…”

She brought her hands down, hammer style, onto Blue’s crotch. Her whole body spasmed as a wave of hot fresh pain shot through her. Excited cheers of encouragement roared from the fake audience. Red raised her arms again.

“And hitting you…”

Red followed up with another, identical blow, and another, and another. Over and over again, she pummelled Blue’s groin with merciless precision, each hit seeming harder and more powerful than the one that came before. Blue could do little to stop the onslaught. Her arms were pinned beneath her sister’s legs and were unable to budge. She tried thrashing her legs violently in protest but Red had her firmly locked in place and she couldn’t wriggle free. Inevitably, all she could do was accept her fate, watching her sister’s ass bounce up and down on top of her with every recurring impact, its cheeks rippling and shaking as if to mock her. Real or not, the fake crowd was loving it.

“Please, Red… Stop, you win,” Blue barely got the words out, as every few syllables were interrupted by another fresh blow, “Please… I can’t feel my…”

Blue was cut off as her face was suddenly engulfed by Red’s ass, its volume so heavy and sizable that her cheeks literally rested over Blue’s entire head. The girl’s pleas were reduced to muted, muffled grunts, sending the artificial audience into hysterics.

“I’m sorry, were you saying something?” Red was equally amused as she was frustrated. Part of her really wanted Blue to succeed, to step up and to learn how to fight like a real woman, to understand that this was important, and her only shot at survival when out in the field. Another part of her, however, thoroughly enjoyed humiliating her sister, and took great pleasure from inflicting pain upon her, and just about anyone else, for that matter.

Having now positioned herself further up Blue’s body, she grabbed her wrists with both hands, restraining them, and leant back. Raising her leg, she began repeatedly driving her heel down directly on top of Blue’s crotch, probably right on the clit, she estimated. She could feel Blue’s limbs tremble and twitch with each hit, and a warmth beneath her as her sister exhaled hot air between her cheeks, crying out silently. In fact, Blue’s whole body was starting to shiver, even between the low blows themselves. She really was starting to suffer.

Admittedly, Red knew she didn’t have to keep hitting Blue in the groin. There were a thousand and one ways she could easily take her sister out, but ultimately, this was what she had been trained to do. Crotch shots had become second nature to her, and she had come to enjoy the unique reactions she would coax out of her victims, as she slowly decimated their reproductive organs. There was a sick, sadistic satisfaction she found in how sensitive and taboo the whole thing was.

Still, the victim beneath her now wasn’t some villain, it was her sister. At this point, even the tone of the crowd seemed to have shifted, as if even they were beginning to find the onslaught of abuse a little excessive. Despite the devil on her shoulder telling her to continue, she realised it was probably about time to stop and claim her victory.

With one final, climatic swing of her heel, she dealt the last blow to her sister’s poor, swollen, twitching crotch. Considering Blue’s lips were firmly compressed against Red’s butt, the muffled scream she expelled was surprisingly loud, so loud in fact that Red’s entire lower body shook. She released her sister’s wrists and let them flop lifelessly to the ground, then lifted herself slightly, just enough to allow Blue to finally breathe. The defeated girl desperately gasped for fresh air, inhaling all the oxygen she could as rapidly as possible, moving her hands to nurse her bruised groin.

Red leant forward and lifted herself up, allowing herself to rest on all fours, hovering over her sister. She arched her neck downward and looked towards Blue, just barely about to see her past her own giant hanging breasts. Blue glared at her with wide, traumatised eyes, her body shaking with every panicked breath she took. Red couldn’t help but feel a little bad for the poor girl. Maybe she had gone a bit too far.

“Wow, you’re actually still conscious,” Red tried to offer a warm, encouraging smile, hoping that it wouldn’t come across as patronising, “You know, most men I’ve done that to were out cold, or worse, after the first few hits. And you just took like, what was it, thirty?” Blue couldn’t form a cohesive reply, so she continued, “I’m honestly impressed. Maybe you’ve got what it takes to make it after all.”

Doing her best to make it seem like she was trying to give Blue a genuine compliment, Red gave her a wide, beaming smile, closing her eyes briefly. At the very moment her eyelids shut, she felt the unmistakable twinge of a bony knuckle slamming against her clit. Red’s eyes shot open in surprise, and she looked down between her legs to see Blue’s fist pressed up against her.

It wasn’t a particularly hard punch. The technique was sloppy, and the power was lacking. But the accuracy was pretty spot on, and the element of surprise had certainly taken the wind out of Red. She wouldn’t have described herself as being in pain, but she had definitely felt it. For a brief moment, she actually felt a little proud of her sister.

Blue retrieved her hand and shot an irritated frown towards Red who, to her surprise, laughed. Meanwhile, the crowd burst into applause.

“Well, it seems like I taught you something today after all,” Red chuckled, rubbing her crotch with one hand, her voice still a little breathless from having the wind knocked out of her. She stood up and cleared her throat, offering Blue her hand, “C’mon, that’s enough for today.”

As Blue took Red’s hand and she began to pull her up, she suddenly swung in low with an uppercut, aiming once again for Red’s crotch. Acting purely on instinct, Red’s lightning reflexes kicked in, and she blocked the fist with the palm of her hand, holding it in place. Blue looked up at her, a little sheepishly.

“Don’t push it, sis,” Red said, flatly, and Blue returned a nervous, understanding nod, “Now, let’s go see what mission’s in store for us all this week…”

And with that, the two sisters departed the ring, Blue limping, with her arm over Red’s shoulder for support. As they exited the simulation room, the holographic displays fizzled and cut out, the boxing ring descended back into the floor, and the room returned to silent darkness.