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Between the Tournaments: Bad Magic 2

The tropical island was as beautiful as she remember it being, the sight of the tall and skinny trees, the way that the light from the sun bleeds through every leaf down into the warm volcanic treated soil below, but most importantly the scent of the ocean that clung to every gust of breeze that happened to drift through this place regardless of where the wind started. It was a smell that she'd missed, one that she often found herself lingering for when she was away in her travels, but this wasn't like all the times before when she came to this island willingly. She and her friend had been brought here, had been changed in these more feminine forms and the only way to change back was to fight all of the ladies that existed here. She didn't even have to win, they didn't even have to win as long as they could just fight them to become drenched in battle energy. Wolf didn't understand it and wasn't exactly sure if Cattaras did either, but both knew that if they worked together then they would be able to at least find a way through that now enormous roster of beautiful women, though their bodies weren't slacking at this point either.

The summoning spell that brought them here wasn't just for transport, some kind of mistake was made, some kind of misplaced word, or incorrectly drawn line had changed them, cursed them, altered their bodies. Where Wolf had always been a towering monster standing at over eight feet she was now far more contained, more relatable, more at the usual six feet that many of the fighters here stood at while the thickly massive muscular frame of that body her figure had changed entirely. Still strong by most standards she was no longer anymore powerful than the others here and while most of her masculine figure had been transformed into femininity. What was massive before was now massive in all new ways with thick, lovely thighs, a round pert butt parted only by her bushy, fluffy tail, and huge breasts that set at the front of her chest right where they belonged.

Cattaras had been changed in much the same way, those strong muscles reduced, that tall and dominating stance was limited at the pleasure of taking on a female form, but it wasn't just their bodies that had changed. Catt had always been one to look for a hot and hard fight, but had always rather let them come to him. Now as a female the tigress found herself looking for battle, yearning for it, waiting for any opportunity to cross paths with another fighter just so that she can test this new and busty body against anyone. Wolf was every bit the same way, the feeling that she needed to constantly prove herself through fight and combat was something entirely new to her, but it was a feeling that her mind didn't even attempt push aside. Where Catt still had the state of mind to try and fight off this heated desire, Wolf was still a creature of emotion and had no choice but to embrace them allowing it to guide what she wanted.

The path that they traveled on was aimed to take them towards the temple, towards the island queen, but to get there they'd need to cut through the thickness of the forest that they'd been walking beside. It was a long trek across this island, but going through the thicker areas would take them right to the back door of that temple and right to the backside of that stone throne. What they came across, though, was an oddly out of place hollowed out tree. While most trees on this island were thin, or standard sized, this one was huge, wide, massive, any range to describe that it was more than big enough for a group of people to hide away inside, or even a couple looking for a well placed duel and what they heard was something that sounded just like that.

Shadow was known for not getting along well with others, known for keeping her mouth moving only because she had the body and skills to back up anything that came out of her voice, and now that same voice had gotten her in trouble with a very serious and no-nonsense Zinogre that was looking for anyone possible to take her own aggression out on. With their hands locked together they'd push against one another, their bodies straining while the sharp nails on their feet would dig into the wooden floor only to scratch against it. Teeth ground while their voices growled deeply with grey fur coming close to being pressed up against the dark figure of this busty panthress.

"Mind if we join in?" The voice flowed from just outside of the tree while the tigress stepped forward with a confident and knowing smirk wrapped around her lips, "Two on two would be a lot more fun than one on one."

When eyes turned immediately to spot both of these newly transformed females one looked on confused at these two completely new women that she'd never met before, but Shadow's eyes widened quickly and her hands released Harley's so that she could approach them. "Catt? Wolf? Is.. that really you guys? What happened to you?"

"A spell gone wrong." Wolf stated, turning her pitch black gaze down to her far more slender, but still femininely muscular body, "We got pulled here and turned into this, but Kirra said that if we fight everyone we should gain enough energy to change back."

"Kirra..." Shadow narrowed her eyes as a full on snarl flowed from her lips. "I'm going to tear her arms off for this."

Cattaras finally spoke up, not uninterested in the idea of his favorite panthress pairing up with the demoness that had done this to them, but far more interested in being involved in a few fights than thinking about them, "As nice as that would be to see, she needs to recover from how we left her and I want a test this body against you two."

Harley laughed softly, smirking openly and started to stretch a bit, "Fine by me. I've got plenty of anger to go around. Putting you kitties in your place and your big white wolf friend will be fun for me."

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The soft growls that rolled across the surface of their lips allowed the four of them to bare their teeth as they all backed away towards the edges of this hollowed out tree. They wanted space, distance, room to move as they paired off in their two on two match to face one of the opposing women. Their movements were easy, fluid, simple, and with those shifting steps they'd easily and instantly find the first person that they'd be crossing knuckles with. The pitch black, reflectionless eyes that locked across Wolf's face would allow her to focus immediately on the sight of that busty panthress, the feline that he knew far too well and knew him equally as much. Catt on the other hand found her shining gaze locked on the sight of this zinogre, this monster, this creature known for it's clear overpowering fighting ability all packaged into a hot and curvy body settled with large round breasts, a perfectly shaped sculpted butt, and long powerful tale lined with spikes along both sides. It was going to be a challenge for this tigress to take on thanks only to the fact that this woman was covered in thorns on her most open of points, but if anyone could find a place to grip, hold, and pin then it would be the deeply beautiful Cattaras.

Among all of them Shadow was the one simply not willing to wait, never really being able to claim patience as a strength of hers, but where she lacked this virtue she made up for with her fast darting speed and her strong right hook that Wolf felt bury against the side of her white snout before she even had time to react. The she-wolf had always been more of a tank, a wall of muscle designed to take abuse in order to open up attacks, but with that thick layer of muscle gone she felt the pain of that strike hit her and leaving her stumbling quickly to the side. It was Wolf that had been opened up by those knuckles across he face and now that she was trying to right her balance those black arms scooped were free to scoop around her mid-section. The wolfess knew what was coming after this, she knew what Shadow was planning, but as she felt those muscles tense around her figure there was no time for Wolf to do anything to stop the panthress from leaning backwards and lifting this canine off of her feet entirely. In an instant she felt herself curved like a crescent moon only to be planted down on her shoulders. The drop left her white feet dangling in the air, her arms flattening against the wood of of the tree, and the deep grunt that flowed from her body showed that she was still awake only for Shadow to release that body and allow the rest of this pale canine to drop the rest of the way down onto her back.

"What's the matter Wolf? Can't handle a bit of a beating?" The panthress asked with an easy smirk wrapped around her lips.

Catt's fight was going much better for her, the second that they started she'd take a lower stance so that when she rushed in her shoulder would find a home directly into Harley's stomach. The force of this strong feline's hit would fold the monster across her body, but the lift that Cattaras made would pull the zinogre from her feet and force her backwards with enough speed that she barely had a moment to slam her barbed tail against Catt's back before feeling her grey spine slammed against the inside of that tree trunk, forcing a loud gasp from her figure. Harley could take a beating, could handle a few well placed bits of pain, and even while pinned down her tail would come into focus again, but instead of hitting Catt in the back once again she'd instead aim at a more precise strike. Catt could deal with getting hit in the back when when that tail beat the back of her knees the force alone would cause the tigress to buckle, her knees coming down against the floor which only left her kneeling as this grey monster stood over her with a powerful stance. Draco-Wolf fingers reached to run through this feline's head fur before gripping it so that with a jerk she'd force Catt's head back to look up along the length of her sultry and busty body. They could barely see one another around the curve of those massive monster tits before the tigress's entire vision was blocked out by Catt's face forced against the roundness of that excited and swollen pussy. It wasn't an invitation to lick, or pleasure the zinogre, but instead just a way of allowing Cattaras to take in the scent of what Harley considered to be a true alpha female.

The scent alone didn't bother Catt, in any other form she would likely find this amazingly hot, but as her snout was forced to linger against this warm and squishy muff this tigress quickly started to notice that she was having a much harder time breathing. That mound of fur was pressing further and further against her nose and after only a bit the feline found that no air was able to pass through at all. her hands quickly gripped those thighs, trying to push against them but the hand on the back of her striped head held her quickly in place. With every motion that the tigress made to try and break free that hand tightened on her cutting her air off more and more until none passed through her at all. She knew that she had to think of a way to get out of this, but even thinking became harder as her mind started to fuzz with an inability to feed it any new air. Catt wasn't willing to go down like this, not so early into a fight with only a single hold, and so if she couldn't pull away and couldn't stand up then she was just going to have to rise to her feet while taking this bitch with her.

Striped arms wrapped around the underside of those furred and scaled thighs, gripping them tightly before her muscles tensed allowing her to lift both of them up along this wooden wall. Harley's eyes widened a bit, the lifting catching her by surprise but her hips weren't some solid object and she'd quickly find herself slumped down with her knees pinned up against her shoulders and Catt's large feline breasts crushing down against her big luscious chest. The two sets of towering tits rubbed and ground easily against one another mostly because this tiger was panting to regain air while Harley once again swiped her tail to try and knock this feline away only to have the broad side of her long and flat tail punched to pin it against the wall with the rest of her.

"Fucking bitch.." The monster grunted, growling deeply to this woman, "You think that's the only trick I have up my sleeve?"

Cattaras replied quickly, without any hesitation in her voice while leaning into smash their tits together more, "Cunt, I don't need tricks when I have skill."

It was right then that Catt would bring her tail up between her own legs, the long slender feline appendage arching low to come in fast and immediately penetrate that hot and leaking cunny as it's lusty juices slashed about just from the entry alone. Harley hadn't cum yet, but with the speed and force of that hard pounding she didn't know if she'd be able to last very long against this tree and without any footing there was no place for her to go in order to break away.

Shadow hadn't chosen the grey zinogre as her dueling partner in this, but she did know that if she let this bitch fall now then she'd have to fight both of these powerful women by herself and that was something that she simply wasn't about to deal with. For the last little bit she'd been sitting on the she-wolf's face while twisting those nipples in the most painful of ways, but now that she had to get up the panthress would lift her large, round, succulent hips before slamming them back down, bashing Wolf's head straight into the wooden floor before rising completely off of her and making a full charge for the tigress that had pinned her partner. This dark feline wasn't subtle about her attacks, but with her strength she didn't need to be and with a single shoulder smashing into the side of that fellow feline body Catt would be forced to drop Harley down to the floor entirely leaving the two to twist and turn on the floor to try and scramble for any kind of dominating stance to keep the other down. Wolf, on the other hand, was already picking herself up and looking at who her opponent had been exchanged with.

Harley had always been a spectacle of beauty, the dark grey over coat met with a lighter grey scale structure along the belly, the under-jaw, the forearms and shins, but she had the body to make this clash of soft to hard work. Her shaggy coat didn't take away from large size of those soft and squishy boobs at all, didn't take away from the smooth texture of her round and perfectly heart shaped hips, and especially didn't take away from the solid design of her strong powerful body that just seemed perfectly built for fighting. She was almost a goddess by shape alone, but when she turned her eyes to Wolf they weren't the eyes of someone looking for a lover but instead the eyes of someone looking like she had something to prove which made the wolfess match that glare with one of her own. Both approached one another quickly, and without any hesitation or planning their bodies collided together with a wet and heated slap of their massive breasts bouncing and rippling before having their own small war to try and regain their power shape. The tension between these tits was another battle entirely while the wet flesh would push and shove to try and move the invading flesh out of the way with neither giving even an inch for the other to take on it's proper tear shaped design. The battle between these fighters weren't just in their juicy mounds, however, and instead their fingers were laced, their palms pressed, their muscles tensed while their entire bodies tried every bit of strength to try and move the other even the slightest bit, but these bodies were locked together, strained, struggling, and fighting for any room at all to show that their muscles were at all superior to the woman that dared thinks that the other could compare.

Their breaths grunted and groaned while they found themselves completely locked in place, but that didn't stop their fight as both started to shift and roll their shoulders in unison. This motion alone would lift, drop, and slide their breasts across one another, adding to the secret duel happening between them as their nipples ground harshly in place. Every motion would flick them together, would allow one to bend it's opposite upward, downward, or even to the side, would allow one to stab deep into the other as the sensations of pain and deep pleasure coursed through their bodies like shocks of electric volts beating all the way into their spines. Neither could move while they tried to gain any level of an upper-hand, but Harley found herself smirking to the large she-wolf with an easy smirk rolling from her grunting lips.

"What.. Ugh.. What are you laughing about, slut?" She managed to say, her pitch black eyes almost entirely shut from the pleasure alone.

"You... Mmmm. You think that we're both evenly matched in this fight....but we're not." Harley replied through the breaks in her heated moans.

It was only after this that Wolf felt the that long and bushy tail against her pale back. The flat of it was like a cape resting along the entire length of her body and covering her entire back side just to show off it's size. While she felt the scaled underside the shaggy grey fur that made up the edges were parted by the thick, massive spikes that rose from the flesh. It was only then that these same spikes would curl inward, the tail bending them to press each and every one of them directly against that canine back and drag down the length in razor sharp draws to scratch against the surface of her flesh which forced a deep and lusty howl from these puffy wolfess lips.

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It was that extended experience of pain alone that forced the she-wolf's steaming nether to drip with lusty need before a muscular thigh was lifted easily up to press solidly against this leak in an attempt to plug it up. Wolf's hungry pussy bit and nipped at that leg, tasting it, feeling it, and enjoying it while it quivered in place from the sudden touch of pleasure that rolled through her. Wolf wasn't willing to get knocked out of the fight so easily, but when she brought her own leg forward to try and match this grinding she only felt the sudden impact of those spikes lash against the back of her knees forcing them to bend. What became obvious was when that tail didn't pull back, but instead kept itself there, kept those knees bent, and kept the she-wolf struggling to be able to stand up at all, but more importantly completely prevented her from having the footing that she needed to be able to match or counter this grinding at all. What happened instead was that with her knees forced to arch that pressure against her drooling slit only grew more intense, more heated, and without any strategy being able to form at all the grinding teeth of this white canine finally parted with a deep and lusty bark up into the air as if trying to call for any help at all.

It was unfortunate that Shadow was keeping Catt so busy, but Wolf couldn't even hear her name called out or the cries telling her to hold on as her lions ached, as her pussy dripped, or even as she leaned her head back in a final defeated howl that would release a hot and thick wave of her own creamy fem-cum to coat the length of that thigh from the hip all the way down to the tip of that grey knee before Wolf finally felt the pressure on her body be released and her sultry figure finally be allowed to drop down to the wooden floor below her with a light thud. She could finally feel the touch of cool air able to enter her lungs once again, but even that went away when those grey knees once again came into focus as they wrapped around either side of her large breasts to use these amazing fun bags as her personal throne.

"Lick, bitch." Harley demanded, smirking at the loser below her while a finger pointed directly at the swollen cunny lips that she wanted to receive attention.

Wolf had no choice and lifted her head slowly so that she could run her tongue along it like a good puppy, taking the orders of the winner in stride while that broad and flat tongue showed it's skills to the awaiting monster.

Catt was having a much better time, willing to accept Wolf's defeat as long as it kept the zinogre's attention away from him and Shadow who he now had his arms wrapped around from behind. She'd try to kick, tried to squirm, tried to break away, but was overpowered by a stronger opponent leaving a hand to wrap around her large and succulent tits while fingers squeezed down tenderly from one to the other until finally they found an exposed and defenseless nipple to roll under her dexterous knuckles. It was a rough treatment, but one that she knew Shadow would enjoy thanks to their history alone. The tigress could toy with the panther's nipples all day, but that would mean nothing to expose the difference in their strength until those striped legs would wrap under one hip, wrap over the other, and hook around pitch black thighs to start spreading them. Every single bit of strength that Shadow put into her lower body would mean nothing as Cattaras simply pried them apart like an fisherman seeking pearls from an oyster, only this pearl wasn't a hard bit of pure white stone, but was instead much darker and much smaller even as it swelled against the digits of his other hand. Shadow gasped when she felt her opponent rolling her clit from one finger to the next, passing it between each and leaving her body to arch back against those large multi-colored breasts that were so tightly crushed against her shoulders already.

"I.. You.. Ugh!" She grunted, struggling to form any words at all while she fought off the base desire that even she knew was rising to the surface at an unbelievable speed.

Even when she gripped the back of Catt's wrists there was nothing that this panthress could do to stop what was clearly coming, and with a panting breath she'd lean her head back, strain her body, and ache to try and fight off anything through will alone only to feel the sudden and immediate gushing of her fluids bursting from her body and spraying out across the wooden stump that made up the floor to this well used tree. Her panting breath couldn't even hold itself, couldn't even hide itself away while she quivered throughout the entire heated orgasm of not one but two thick climaxes hitting her back to back and leaving her tongue rolling free from the depths of her lips while her eyes touched the back roof of her sockets.

"See? Wasn't that fun, old friend?" Catt chuckled lightly before turning her gaze at the obedient she-wolf, finding herself more than willing to watch the delightful show as this grey draco-wolf claimed her prize from this tigress's continuous partner and reached those tested and proven digits between her own thighs to enjoy this display even more.