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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: What determines who wins the fight?

« Last post by roadie on February 21, 2026, 04:50:43 PM »

Two women square up to fight fair and square. Which factors determine who comes up on top?
I think intelligence, determination, and confidence are the greatest determinants, as long as there is no huge size/strength imbalance.

All important plus luck / ability / toughness / attitude / aggressiveness /  fear /

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Poll Challenges! / Re: Poll with panties as stake

« Last post by roadie on February 21, 2026, 04:40:19 PM »

Do blonde tramps actually wear panties ??

OHHHHH! that was a slap in the face and needs a response.  Just leave all your clothes with me ( including your panties ) .  I will fold them neatly. The winner can pick up all of them later at my place   
Pete

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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: My Boob Goddess: Destruction

« Last post by User1 on February 21, 2026, 04:21:39 PM »

Honestly, after what Krystal did to Jo, I dont want to see what Amanda will do to her. Amanda is THE ALPHA. She has bigger and much heavier tits. She is physically stronger than Jo. Joana could do nothing against her even after winning the nipple fight. She would need a miracle to not getting destroyed even worse than by Krystal.

Physically Amanda has Jo beaten in every category. She is bigger and stronger and she knows how to use that body. Amanda may return but I’m not sure it will be against Jo.

Oh, that could be interesting. Jo enlisting Amanda to secretly work over Krystal and then challenging Krystal to a rematch soon enough after that to know she's still not fully recovered. It would probably require Jo letting Amanda do some pretty nasty things to her and Rock, but at least it would be secret from everyone at work.

Why would an alpha like Amanda do that? Amanda had at least some respect for Jo for trying and giving her at least a fight. If Jo comes to her beginng Amanda to revenge her, Amanda would lose every bit of respect she had for Jo and I think even Rock would lose some respect for his queen. A queen does not beg an empress to revenge her. She either fights and wins or falls with pride.

Right now, Jo is just to weak to take on Amanda or Krystal. Mentally she is lost both fight. Against Amanda mentally and physically. No shame. Amanda is a lot bigger, stronger, heavier, heavier and much bigger tits. Against Krystal she lost a brain game. It is not because her tits are weaker but because Krystal made her thinking that.

It's true that Amanda would lose her respect towards Joane. But she has a reason to fight Krystal and that reason is the thrill for competition of an alpha woman. Krystal must be mentaly at her peak after demolishing her rival Joane like she did in front of their coworkers. Surely Amanda would take pleasure in defeating another fully confident alpha woman to prove superiority and absorb her fighting spirit. The last chapter was really changing the food chain weakening Joane a lot while Krystal now seems so powerful!

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: The Battle of the Busty Moms Maria challenges Marlena

« Last post by Melinda (Mia) Isabella on February 21, 2026, 04:16:32 PM »

I show up just in time as my mum brings this nasty whore down to her knees! "Come on mum, beat this bitches ass!!"

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Producer Announcements / E-C-C 490 "Rough and Sensual Challenge" - Free Preview !!!

« Last post by Catfight-Connection.Com on February 21, 2026, 03:19:14 PM »

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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Sin Twins Catfight Dominatrix Saga, No. 1, 2 x 2 Beach Fight

« Last post by SunnyB on February 21, 2026, 03:16:31 PM »

@roadie ... Interesting comment, Pete  ... since over in the story section you admitted that you enjoyed seeing us win?  So you enjoy seeing 'under dogs' winning, huh? 

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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Beach Battle Beatdown: Sonny vs Ariel & Shanna

« Last post by SunnyB on February 21, 2026, 03:08:09 PM »

@roadie ... Mmm, another one interested in a Poll between Ariel & Shanna?  OK, will post such a poll next week ... 
                   As regards my twin sister, Sonja ... she's almost as tough as me ...  LOL! 
                   And we'd sure be looking for vengeance against Ariel & Shanna ... 

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3D Animation / Back Alley CatFight

« Last post by Fetish Clown on February 21, 2026, 02:12:38 PM »

I hope this link to dev art is OK
I do link from my web site CatFightCity.com to FreeCatfights

https://www.deviantart.com/jasondevart/art/SAMPLE-Alley-Cat-Catfight-ChP-1-Susan-Vs-Stacy-1294534342

https://www.deviantart.com/jasondevart/art/SAMPLE-Alley-Cat-Catfight-ChP-1-Susan-Vs-Stacy-1294534342[/url]

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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Lesbian Lagoon Love SexFight

« Last post by Fetish Clown on February 21, 2026, 01:53:55 PM »

The South Florida sun dipped low, painting the sky in hues of clandestine violet and gold, a silent witness to their secret. Here, in their hidden lagoon, where the water was a liquid silk and the air thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, Leah and Lisa shed the last vestiges of the world beyond. Their college days felt like a lifetime ago, yet the spark between them, refined by years, now burned with an almost dangerous intensity. This was their sanctuary, their canvas for desires whispered only between them.

Tonight, there was an added edge to their anticipation. A silent agreement, a shared ritual of preparation, had left them both exquisitely bare, their most tender parts gleaming, freshly shorn for an intimacy that promised to be absolute. Maximum contact, indeed.

Leah, all dark hair and fierce eyes, met Lisa’s gaze across the shimmering surface. A knowing smile, a challenge, passed between them. Then, with a playful splash that belied the burning hunger in her depths, Leah launched herself forward. Lisa, her dark red hair fanning around her like a halo in the dimming light, met her with equal fervor.

The water became their arena, a soft, yielding embrace as they tangled. It wasn't a fight of aggression, but a dance of devouring passion. Limbs entwined, slick skin pressed against slick skin, they began their slow, sensual roll. A "catball," they called it, a tangle of feminine curves and hungry mouths. The shallow warmth of the lagoon seemed to amplify every sensation, every brush, every press.

Leah’s leg hooked around Lisa’s waist, pulling her closer, their bellies grinding together as they spun. A low moan escaped Lisa’s lips as Leah’s core, wet and pulsating, found hers. The friction was immediate, electric. They weren't just rolling; they were *fucking* in the water, a seamless, liquid rhythm that stole their breath.

"Oh, Leah," Lisa gasped, her voice thick with pleasure, her fingers digging into Leah’s slick hips.

Leah burrowed her face into Lisa’s neck, teeth gently nipping, a primal hum vibrating in her chest. Their labia, so exquisitely sensitive from their careful preparation, were now locked in a desperate, delicious embrace. Each roll, each subtle shift of weight, brought a fresh wave of exquisite pressure. They pulled at each other’s wet pussy, a tender, relentless tugging that sent shivers down their spines and deeper into their core. It was a silent conversation of flesh, a language spoken only by their bodies.

The world outside their watery cocoon ceased to exist. There was only the rhythmic sloshing, the desperate gasps, and the undeniable pleasure building between them. They came, a soft, quivering release that rippled through them both, leaving them momentarily breathless, their bodies still intertwined, drifting in the warm water.

But their hunger wasn't done . Not yet. A fresh wave of desire, fueled by the lingering echoes of their first release, surged through them. Leah shifted, her hips pressing harder, deeper. Lisa arched, her nails raking lightly down Leah’s back, urging her on. They resumed their intimate wrestling, their "catball" rolling with renewed intensity, a desperate search for that ultimate, shattering peak.

The lagoon whispered their secrets to the darkening sky as their movements grew more frantic, more urgent. Their legs locked, pulling each other even tighter, until there was no space left between them, only the delicious, wet suction of skin on skin, pussy on pussy. The pressure built, a sweet, agonizing crescendo.

Then, with a shared, guttural cry that was swallowed by the soft lapping of the water, it broke. An explosive final orgasm, a convulsion of pure, unadulterated pleasure that left them trembling, clinging to each other, their bodies heavy and quenched erotically, floating in the warm, secret embrace of their lagoon. The stars began to appear, winking down as if they, too, held the secret of Leah and Lisa's incandescent love.

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: XIA vs Katherine - China vs Chile

« Last post by Katherine Says on February 21, 2026, 01:47:49 PM »

Your sprawl is clean — heavy, disciplined, suffocating.

My attempt to wedge that knee in gets flattened as your hips drop back and your chest pours down over my upper body. The mat presses cold against my shoulder blades as you force me square again. The collar tie snaps my head slightly to the side, controlling my posture just enough to make breathing feel tighter.

“Good pressure,” I grit out, refusing to let the compliment sound like surrender.

You start circling toward my head, trying to clear my legs entirely. I can feel what you’re hunting — north-south, total control. If you get around clean, I’m stuck carrying your weight.

So instead of pushing against you, I turn with you.

As you circle right, I shrimp my hips in the same direction, keeping my inside knee glued between us like a shield. My outside arm frames hard against your collarbone while my hips scoot away inch by inch. You’re heavy, but you’re moving — and movement means opportunity.

The moment your weight shifts forward to chase the position, I plant my foot flat on the mat and explode into a hard bridge angled toward your circling side. Not straight up — diagonal. The goal isn’t to throw you off.

It’s to disrupt the spin.

At the same time, I thread my near arm deep under your far armpit, hunting for my own underhook again. If I can get to my side with that inside control, I can come up to my knees or force a scramble.

“You’re not passing that easy,” I breathe, sweat slipping down my temple as I keep turning into you, refusing to stay flat.

We’re tangled tight — your weight pressing, my hips constantly shifting — neither of us giving up the inch that could decide it.