[Fetish Clown]

A Wild Catfight Story told from the point of view of the 1st person... YOU 
6 Chapters total, here are the first two with illustrations.
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NOTE: The completed story will be completed with a voice narrative and more stills and animations.
BACK GROUND:
The year is 1992, you are a handsome young Captain in the Canadian Army on leave, visiting Bucharest Romania, rumored to have the best night clubs filled with beautiful Young women.  You are not disappointed and extremely entertained and frightened, by a catfight erupting in the deserted Alley of the dance club you are attending.

Johnny  West is a handsome young  28 year old, Captain in the Canadian Army, taking a well-deserved leave to visit Bucharest, Romania. He has dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a lean, athletic build. He is confident, charming, and enjoys the nightlife.  He also enjoys a good classic girl fight or catfight But tonight he is going to get way more than he wants.

19 year old, Gabrielle  is a beautiful, European mystery woman who catches John's eye at the dance club. She is  a petit gymnast 5 feet tall and 110 pounds,  carrying most of it in her large bum and  breasts. , with dark red hair and blue eyes,  a sultry figure. She is intriguing and mysterious, and she holds a secret that is revealed later in the story. She wore Black high heels garters and sheer black nylons with a beautiful blood red sheer breezy party dress just above her knees, with a blood red choker.

The 18 year old Electra is Gabrielle 's jealous nemesis who becomes involved in a catfight with Gabrielle  over  you in the alley of the dance club. She is a fiery, passionate woman with long black hair and  brown eyes, same height  weight and shape as Gabrielle .   She too holds the same mysterious and potentially deadly secret from you, that Gabrielle  does. She wore Black high heels garters and sheer black nylons with a beautiful black sheer breezy party dress just above her knees, with a blood red choker.


Chapter 1  Two Cats and One Canary
Forward;
a=The dance club, nestled in the heart of Bucharest, is a pulsating neon paradise where techno beats reverberate through the labyrinthine corridors. The dimly lit alley outside, a stark contrast to the club's vibrant interior, is the setting for an unexpected catfight, played out under the watchful eyes of intrigued demons unseen by John.
b=Johnny, on leave from the Canadian Army, absorbs Bucharest nightlife when he spots Gabrielle and Electra in the crowd. He is immediately attracted to both women, but is especially intrigued by the tension between them, they are dressed in nearly  identical lovely party dresses except Gabrielle's is a sheer Blood Red and Electra's is a sheer jet black. Both are wearing garters and black heels .  As he leaves through the rear of the dance club to a dark and deserted alley  for a smoke and a pee, he turns around, after he smells the firm scent of lilac perfume behind him., to  find Gabrielle smiling at him.
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Bucharest at night was a symphony of neon lights, throbbing bass, and the distinct aroma of grilled mici—a local delicacy that did wonders for the senses. The Old Town, with its cobblestone streets and historic buildings, was packed with tourists and locals alike, all eager to savor the city's vibrant nightlife. I, Johnny West, had traded my military bunk for a cozy flea free Hotel in the heart of the city, indulging in a well-deserved leave after years of service in the Canadian Army.

The air was crisp as I stepped out of the cab, my dark hair slightly disheveled from the ride.

The dance club, nestled in a refurbished communist-era building, was a pulsating neon paradise. Techno beats reverberated through the labyrinthine corridors, leading to a bustling dance floor where bodies writhed in a hypnotic rhythm. I made my way to the bar, ordered a local beer, and surveyed the crowd.

That's when I saw them—two women, practically identical in stature, but with stark contrasting appearances. Gabrielle, with her fiery red hair and blood-red dress, and Electra, her dark hair cascading down her back, clad in jet-black.

They stood out like twin flames, one alive and burning, the other smoldering and ready to ignite. The room seemed to hold its breath as they moved, their hips swaying in perfect sync, their laughter echoing above the music. They were a spectacle, and every eye in the room was on them.

I noticed the subtle tension between them, the way their eyes darted towards each other every few seconds, the slight stiffness in their smiles. It was a dance, but not the one on the floor. It was a performance of unspoken words and hidden secrets, and I couldn't look away.

I finished my beer and, feeling a familiar tug in my pants, decided I needed some air.

I made my way through the crowd, dancers bodies pressing against me, the heat and energy almost palpable. I found the back door, a heavy metal thing that creaked open to reveal a narrow, dimly lit alley. The contrast to the club's interior was stark; it was almost like stepping into another world.

I took a deep breath, the cool night air a welcome relief. I leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and closed my eyes. That's when I smelled it—a firm, sweet scent of lilac.

My eyes snapped open, and there she was, Gabrielle, standing just a few feet away, her blue eyes reflecting the faint light from the club. She was alone, and the tension that had been radiating off her earlier was now replaced with a calm, almost serene expression.

"Smoking's bad for you, you know," she said, her voice sultry and accented, a subtle hint of French beneath the Romanian lilt.

I raised an eyebrow, taking a drag of my cigarette. "So is standing in dark alleys with strangers," I replied, blowing out the smoke in a slow, steady stream.

She laughed, a sound like velvet.

"I'm not a stranger, Captain," she said, stepping closer. I could see the dark smudge of her eyeliner, the faint glimmer of her choker against her pale neck. "I'm Gabrielle."

"Johnny," I said, wondering how she knew my rank. "Nice to meet you, Gabrielle."

She leaned against the wall next to me, her shoulder brushing mine. "Nice to meet you too, Johnny. I've seen you around."

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, taking another drag of my cigarette. "You're not the only one."

She looked at me, her eyes sharp.

"You've been watching us." It wasn't a question, but a statement. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, her scent of lilac wrapping around me like a tempting whisper.

"Curious, aren't you?" she added, her voice low, her gaze locked onto mine. I could see the challenge in her eyes, the thrill of the chase.

I smirked, taking another drag of my cigarette. "I'm on leave. Figured I'd enjoy the nightlife while I'm here."

She chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"Nightlife, or the nightlife?" she asked, her gaze flicking down to my lips before returning to my eyes.

I shrugged, enjoying the game. "Depends on what's on offer."

She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. "Everything's on offer here, Johnny. You just have to know where to look."

I felt her hand on my chest, her fingers playing with the edge of my shirt. My heart pounded in my chest, and I forced myself to keep my voice steady. "And where's that?"

She pulled back, her eyes gleaming. "It's a secret, but I might just show you.

If you're lucky," Gabrielle whispered, her voice dripping with promise.

Before I could respond, a noise echoed through the alley—a low growl, followed by a sharp intake of breath. We turned towards the sound, our eyes adjusting to the darkness. A figure emerged from the shadows, a mirror like wall appearing behind her where none was before, then turning black as night,  and Electra's long black hair swaying with each step. Electra, her eyes blazing with a mix of jealousy and fury, stared at us, her chest heaving.

"Well, well, well," she said, her voice laced with venom. "Look what we have here.

A little private party?" Electra spat, her eyes never leaving mine. I could see the anger simmering beneath her surface, a storm ready to erupt.

Gabrielle straightened up, her body language changing from playful to defensive. "Electra, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tension.

"I could ask you the same thing, Gabrielle," Electra retorted, her gaze cutting to Gabrielle before returning to me. "But I already know the answer, don't I?

You're here with him," Electra sneered, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

I looked at Gabrielle, her back stiff, her eyes locked on Electra. "What's going on here?" I asked, my voice low, trying to keep the situation from escalating.

Gabrielle turned to me, her expression softening. "It's nothing, Johnny. Just some old jealousy. Right, Electra?" she said, her voice sweet, but I could hear the edge beneath it.

Electra scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Jealousy? You wish, Gabrielle.

You think you can just waltz in here, bat those big blue eyes, and take whatever you want? Well, not this time."

Electra's voice was a low growl, her body coiled like a viper ready to strike. I could feel the tension, thick and very tangible , like a live wire stretched between the three of us. I looked from Gabrielle to Electra, their identical height and shape only accentuating their stark contrasts—Gabrielle's fiery red hair and cool blue eyes, Electra's dark locks and fiery brown eyes.

They were like two sides of the same coin, both beautiful and deadly in their own ways. I could feel the electricity in the air, the storm about to break.

"Look, ladies," I said, raising my hands in a peaceful gesture. "I don't know what's going on here, but I'm not interested in any drama. I just came out here for a smoke."

Electra scoffed, her eyes never leaving Gabrielle. "A smoke? Is that what you call it these days?" she sneered. "You're both just playing with fire.

And I'm not talking about the cigarette," I said, my voice firm, my eyes meeting each of theirs in turn. The alley was silent except for the distant thump of the club's music, the tension between the three of us thick and palpable.

Electra's eyes flashed with defiance. "You're right, Johnny. It is fire. And it's only a matter of time before one of us gets burned." She took a step forward, her body language daring Gabrielle to engage.

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Gabrielle let out a low laugh, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, Electra," she said, her voice dripping with mockery. "You've always been so dramatic.

Always so sure you know everything. But you don't know me, Electra. Not really." Gabrielle's voice was a low purr, her eyes never leaving Electra's. The air between them was charged, the tension palpable. I could feel the heat, the unspoken words, the silent challenge.

Electra's eyes flashed, her body coiled like a spring ready to snap. "I know you well enough," she spat, her voice low and dangerous. "I know what you're capable of. And I won't let you do it again."

I looked at Gabrielle, her expression unreadable.

"What is she talking about, Gabrielle?" I asked, my voice low.

Gabrielle's gaze flicked to mine, her eyes holding a hint of amusement., and winking at me as she stuck out her sassy pink tongue.  "Oh, Johnny. She's just being dramatic, as always. It's nothing you need to worry about."

Electra's nostrils flared, her eyes narrowing at Gabrielle. "Nothing to worry about? Nothing? You're unbelievable, Gabrielle. Always have been."

Gabrielle's smile never wavered. "And yet, here you are, Electra.

The two beautiful young Romanians  Still chasing after me," Gabrielle taunted, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness. "Maybe you should spend less time worrying about me and more time worrying about yourself."

Electra's body trembled with suppressed anger, her eyes burning with an intense, almost primal rage. "You're nothing but a liar, Gabrielle. A manipulator. And I won't let you do this to me again."

I looked between the two women, their faces contorted with a mix of anger, jealousy, and something else— something darker, more sinister.

They moved directly into one another  now chest to chest, vile and thirsty for Blood.  I had seen a wicked catfight between a Canadian and American girl on leave, it was brutal and some what gut wrenching but also bewitching, as they rolled around on the ground like two angry bloodied and naked cats, as their dress ripping fistfight descended into a ground rolling limb locked catball of rage.  I braced myself, expecting the same level of intensity, but this was different. This was raw, primal, and almost predatory. The air was thick with their shared secrets, their unspoken words, and the scent of lilac and something else—something dark and musky.

Gabrielle's eyes were locked onto Electra's, her expression a mask of calm amusement. "Come on, Electra," she taunted, her voice low and dangerous. "You know you can't resist me. You never could, I am older than you, since you were first turned, over a 25 years after me,  I have always looked out for you, but always got first choice."

"Turned, what? I mumbled, the few too many drinks I had playing with my senses.  Vanishing mirrors, two beauties about to claw it out over me.  I was clearly dreaming, sleeping off my first night here in some flea bag hotel in downtown  Bucharest?

Electra's body trembled, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"I can't resist you? You're delusional, Gabrielle," she snarled, her voice low and dangerous. "I won't let you control me anymore. I won't let you use me like you used all the others."

I blinked, my head spinning. "Used? Others?" I asked, my voice barely audible. I was still trying to process the verb 'turned' and the implications of Gabrielle's words. What were they talking about? What secrets were they hiding?

Gabrielle chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"Control you? Electra, darling, you've always wanted to be controlled. By me." She reached out, her fingers brushing against Electra's cheek, and sticking her tongue out lightly rubbing her upper lip playfully. Electra flinched, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap.

"Don't touch me," she growled, her voice low and dangerous. "You think this is a game, Gabrielle? You think you can just play with me like you've played with all the others? Well, it stops now."

I stepped forward, my heart pounding in my chest. "What others?

What are you talking about?" I demanded, my voice rising with urgency. The air was thick with tension, and my heart pounded in my chest like a drum. I could feel the weight of their shared history, the secrets they kept hidden behind their smiles and sultry gazes.

Gabrielle turned to me, her eyes unreadable. Just a misunderstanding between old friends."

Electra scoffed, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and pain. "Oh, really? Is that what you call it? A misunderstanding?

I thought to myself, my eyes flicking between the two women. There was nothing misunderstood about the tension radiating off them, the thinly veiled threats, or the way their bodies coiled like springs ready to snap.

"Look," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. "Whatever this is between you two, I don't want any part of it. I just came out here for some fresh air."

Electra's eyes narrowed, her gaze burning into mine, her Transylvanian like accent becoming thicker. "You're already a part of it, Johnny. Whether you like it or not." She stepped closer, her body language daring me to challenge her.  Gabrielle , then stepped between Electra and I, pushing her back with her tits, while rubbing into my growing buldge with her incredible glute muscles vibrating against me.  She felt incredibly powerful.  I now realized if they were goin to fight, I could not do fuck all to stop them. I did not even know where I was now, the brick wall and other familiar land marks of the alley had all turned pitch black.

Her cute smart ass expression turning into that of an angry feline, as she slid her supple bum downwards against my raging pant tent, as both young women took a clawed stance at one another. Their long nails seeming to become longer, as both women then began to open their mouths and lick their own fangs.

Yes Fangs! "What the Fuck!" I muttered, as I was now frozen like a statue in a state of pure fear and titillation.   Not able to speak a single word. 

Gabrielle now coiled her dress hiking up and ready for action whispered something in Russian or probably Romanian?  "Mai întâi va trebui s?-mi bei sângele ca s? ajungi la târfa lui!"

Gabrielle hissed at Electra, her voice dripping with venom. I couldn't understand the words, but the intent was clear—she was challenging Electra, daring her to take the first strike.

Electra's eyes flashed with fury, her body trembling with suppressed rage. She snarled something in response, her voice low and guttural, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. The air between them was thick with tension, the atmosphere charged with an electric energy that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I could feel the primal force radiating off both women, their bodies coiled and ready for action, their eyes locked onto each other in a deadly dance of dominance and defiance.

I tried to move, to step back and put some distance between myself and the impending storm, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot. I was a spectator, a bystander to a battle that was not my own, and yet, I was inexplicably drawn in, my heart pounding in my chest like a wild drumbeat.

Gabrielle's lips curled into a snarl, revealing her fangs hang grown much larger as they were joined by a bottom set of sharp flesh ripping fangs.  I blinked, my heart pounding in my chest like a wild drumbeat. What the hell was going on?

Electra mirrored Gabrielle's action, her lips peeling back to reveal a matching set of fangs. My mind raced, trying to process the sudden transformation. Vampires? In Bucharest? It seemed impossible, yet here I was, witnessing it firsthand.

I tried to take a step back, but my feet were rooted to the spot. I was paralyzed, a spectator to a battle that was not my own, and yet, I couldn't look away.

Gabrielle and Electra circled each other like predators, their eyes locked onto one another, their bodies coiled and ready to strike. The air was thick with tension, the atmosphere charged with an electric energy that seemed to hold me in place.

Gabrielle's voice was a low growl, her accent thick as she spat out her words. "You can't have him, Electra. You'll never have him."

Electra's response was a snarl, her eyes flashing with rage. "I won't let you have him either, Gabrielle. You've taken enough from me.

This time, it ends here." Electra hissed, her fingers curling into claws, the tips elongating into sharp, gleaming points.

Gabrielle let out a laugh, a sound that echoed through the alley like thunder. "You think you can stop me, Electra? You've always been pathetic. Always been weak."

Electra's eyes narrowed, her body tensing like a spring ready to snap. "Pathetic? Weak? You're the one who's lost her way, Gabrielle. You've forgotten what it means to be one of us.

You've forgotten the ancient laws, the sacred covenant," Electra hissed, her accent thickening as she let her true nature show. "You think you can just play with humans like they're your playthings? Like they're disposable? You'll pay for that, Gabrielle. One way or another, you'll pay."

Gabrielle's eyes flashed with amusement, her lips curling into a smirk. "Oh, Electra, always so dramatic. Always so sure you know what's best. But you don't, do you?

You're nothing but a scared little girl, hiding behind the ancient laws like a coward." Gabrielle's voice dripped with disdain, her eyes never leaving Electra's. She took a step closer, her body language daring Electra to make a move.

Electra's eyes narrowed, her body trembling with suppressed rage. "You're right, Gabrielle. I am scared. I'm scared of what you've become. I'm scared of the path you're on.

And I'm scared of what it will do to us all," Electra hissed, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the tension in the air, the electric charge between the two women as they circled each other like predators, ready to pounce.

Gabrielle let out a dismissive laugh, waving her hand as if swatting away a bothersome fly. "You're always so melodramatic, Electra. Always so sure that the world is about to end. But look around you. The world is changing. We're changing.

Gabrille then grabbed  at Electra's claws with both of her own the two vamps becoming locked in a test of physical  strength as well as political like wills now.

Oh dear, Electra, should not cows then have the same rights as Humans do?

Some of them can keep fields and cowsheds in better order than many humans, and on Sundays, they go to church, where they sit on their haunches and pray just as humbly as men.

Now spitting out her words in Romanian. "B?rba?ii fac acest lucru pentru c? sunt mai buni ?i mai inteligen?i decât vacile!" Gabrielle sneered, her grip tightening as she struggled to maintain her hold on Electra's claws.

Electra snarled, her eyes flashing with rage as she tried to wrench her hands free. While Gabrielle only gripped her hands tighter digging her talons  ever deeper into the backs of Electra's hands, as the dark beauty retaliated in kind, their bare breasts now mashing together as their tits rolled against one another.

I was both titillated and frozen, as they flipped back and forth from one black wall to the next with blinding speed.  Their bodies in close contact with each other as the two battling beauties ripped and tore at each other, their claws intertwined  in a deadly dance of dominance and defiance. I couldn't help but notice how both of their bodies shimmered in the dark , the way their muscles flexed and their breaths came in ragged gasps. Gabrielle's eyes were ablaze with a feral intensity, her fangs bared, her face contorted with animalistic rage.



She hissed again, her voice a low growl, "You're pathetic, Electra. Always have been. Always will be." Her grip on Electra's wrists tightened, her sharp talons digging deeper, drawing blood.

Electra let out a sharp hiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes were wild, her body trembling with the effort of resisting Gabrielle's strength. "And you're a monster, Gabrielle," she snarled, her voice barely more than a growl.