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"Prepare yourself to face me in an honorable duel," Blaze says. "By unclothing yourself."

Surge's sparking stops, and she shrugs, grabbing onto her top and lifting it up over her head. She sighs, tossing it aside, running her gloved hands down over her smallish tits. "Hey, what do ya know? They are bigger than yours!"

Blaze's eye twitches.

Surge keeps her eye on the cat as she bends forward, thumbs hooking into her pants, pulling them down. She wears no underwear underneath. The tenrec kicks her pants aside, sticking her heels to the ground to rip her shoes off one at a time. They tumble to the other side and clutter up the room. "There," she says, smirking as she stands there, hands on her hips, padding along the padded room. She is the punk mirror of the princess, dressed as it were in the same exact manner now. When she steps up to Blaze, she pushes her chest out, letting her nipples barely brush over Blaze's. "Let's go, Blaze the Flat!"

Blaze begins, grabbing around the Tenrec and gripping her back, pulling her close so that they now press together. Sparks make the cat's fur fluff up as she stares down her opponent. "Don't make fun of me when your attributes are similar."

Surge grits her teeth, gripping the back of Blaze's head, hooking an ankle around hers. "Don't you dare try to make fun of me, princess. You and your kind make the rest of us have to deal with all sorts of bullshit. I won't be takin' your lip, too!"

Blaze flutters her eyes, her gaze smoldering as shocks and heat run up along their intertwined bodies. "I am not some tyrant: I fight for my people."

"And by 'fight,' you mean 'aggressively fuck the problems away?" She doesn't let Blaze answer. Instead, she pulls the cat in close, smashing their mouths together and darting her tongue to wriggle around Blaze's.

Blaze's tongue dances and jolts, and the feline fighter can taste metal and ozone in that kiss. She seizes up, her grip tightening on Surge's back as volts rip through her form, stimulating nerves and muscles as they travel down to her toes.

Surge pulls away, her tongue lulling out, saliva dripping from both of them. She laughs, pointing down to Blaze, who collapses onto her knees from the energy. She slurps the drool and thumbs her nose, taunting, "Face it, kitty cat! You and your kind may call this a ceremonial duel, but the truth is that you all love to fuck so much that you made a sport out of it."

The tenrec squats beside Blaze, tilting her head, snickering as she watches the spasming muscles of the shocked princess. "Gee, looks like you can handle the heat but not any of the buzz, huh? Don't worry. We're just getting warmed up!"

Surge stands, lifting a leg and slamming it on Blaze's shoulder, and she reaches between her legs, spreading her labia between two gloved fingers. "If you're dedicated to beating me by getting me off, then why don't you put that unparalyzed tongue back to good use, huh?"

Slowly, the tingling sensation that covers Blaze's motor functions subsides, and she glances at that snatch right before her. The dripping delight between Surge's legs crackles with the same energy that knocked the princess down. She swallows her resolve, reaching up and grasping the false hedgehog's thighs. She shoves forward, her mouth pressing against lips against that musky muff.

Surge grips Blaze's head tightly, electricity sparking from her glove. The tenrec's smile widens as he shoves the feline princess up between her thighs, digging her heels into the floor on either side of the royal pussy's body.

"That's right, princess. I'm the top bitch here in this little fuck room. So, if you think you have a chance to take me on, you'll need to show me you can put your tongue where your mouth is!"

Blaze shudders and shakes, her hands grasping at the Tenrec's thighs. There's a warmth to her touch, a warning of sorts, but also an alluring feeling.

Surge shifts, snickering, her tongue rolling out between her teeth, flicking in the air, pantomiming her desire. "Come on, they say you cats like to lick yourselves clean. Well, you made my pussy wet, so you need to clean me, got it!"

Blaze's gaze shoots up to Surge with burning annoyance, but the princess does not let the taunting remove her dignity. She takes a deep breath, able to breathe despite the ozone-enhanced musk of the green punk.

Blaze presses her tongue upon the moist lips between Surge's hips, the rough, hooked thing scratching and catching the fur and flesh, scraping off a fine layer of fuzz from the tenrec. She keeps this up, licking and licking and licking, narrowing her gaze, scrutinizing her opponent.

Surge growls, her toes curling, her hand petting and squeezing the feline. She slurps her tongue back into her mouth, her chest heaving from Blaze's delight.

Down between Surge's legs, Blaze continues to work on her, her tongue rolling and flicking up toward the cyborg's clitoris. When she presses to the nub with the tip, a jolt arcs and connects the two for a split second!

"Aaah-fuck!?" Surge gasps, grabbing her breast with one hand and squeezing her tit.

Blaze hisses, fluffing up her tail, curling back and away from the cunt, the string of fluid between the two visible to the observers.

"Oh, no, you don't!" Surge snaps, pushing against the cat's skull and lifting her leg. She then kicks downward, hooking her calf behind Blaze's neck and pressing her up against her muff. "We aren't done here yet, pampered princess pussy. If you can't handle a little static, you might as well tap out now."

Blaze growls between the woman's legs and squeezes her thighs. Her claws extend, digging into her but not breaking the skin.

"Heh... hehe... that's some... good stuff... mmm... f-fuck yeah, now we're talking! Work that tongue, you sexy bea-aaah!?"