I'm Blair, an 18-year-old Goth girl, currently in my last year at the Ludwig-Erhardt Gymnasium, the German equivalent of a Highschool, in a small town in Germany. I'm what you would call an outcast, the weird kid nobody in school talks to. I'm always sitting in the back of the class, only saying something when the teachers force me too. I'm wearing only black, and I already have multiple tattoos and piercings. This got me multiple run-ins with teachers and the principal, but it never went serious, because I'm an orphan and that's enough of an excuse for them to let me off the hook. For my classmates I'm just a weirdo that the avoid and they don't know how right they are. But I'm not the only one.

  Hannah is my complete opposite. She's everybody's darling and always the center of attention. Everyone likes her and her shining personality, that makes my gloomy mood stand out even further. She is one of the best students, helps the teachers out whenever possible and works as a volunteer in multiple welfare institutions. Hannah is happiness and friendliness incarnate, a literal angel. She has shining blonde hair, bright blue eyes and always wears a giant smile on her face. Her yellow and orange clothes are in stark contrast to my deep black ones, we are visual opposites. In short, she's everything I'm not and there seems to be nothing we have in common. At least on the surface. But I learned that I and everyone else were very wrong.

  One day, a few months after my 18th birthday, I sat alone in my room in the orphanage like every other day. Since I was already of age I could have moved out, but I preferred to stay until I had a job and could afford my own place. It wasn't that bad here, I had my own room and the service workers let me have my privacy, a fact that I utilized greatly, so I had no reasons to left. When I was not at school or eating in the common room, I sat here, using all my time to draw. I'm an artist or to be more specific, a sexfight artist under the name of GothKitten96. I draw erotic 2D art of girls or futas fighting sexually and brutally. My specialty are furry characters, particularly my OC Labby who's a black cat girl. She's a humanoid black cat with big furry boobs and a long, flexible tail. She also has a more feline form, where she turns into a big tiger and claws, rips and mauls her opponents. I draw her most times in brutal, dark, and filthy fights with other furry girls where everything goes. And I seem to be pretty good at it, since I have a big fan base who regard me as one of the best artists, one of the only who draws art that's this depraved and kinky. I would feel good about that if it weren't for her.

  BlondeDogGirl98 is the other big furry sexfight artist on the platform I post on. She makes similar content to mine, also dark, filthy, and depraved fuckfights, only that her main OC is a blonde or golden-haired dog girl named Nana. She is as sexy and bloodhungry as Labby and sadly, people seem to love both OCs equally, no one getting an edge. Both the blonde and I drew many artworks of our OCs fighting each other and beating the other furry. These drawings started tame and got more and more brutal as time went on. Fur got ripped, cunts were clawed, bitten, and mauled and we both got more and more creative in the amounts of carnage happening. But as many pics we drew, no one got any more appreciation form the fan base as the other. We're locked in a never-ending stalemate and it made me furious.

  On that afternoon, I was drawing another series of artworks, sketching on my tablet and viewing them on my big TV screen. They obviously featured Labby and Nana going at it, like all my recent images. In this series, the two furries face off in a tongue war, followed by a bloody bite fight, both on all fours. Then they move their bite fight lower their bodies all the way to their cunts, where they try to rip the other's twat to shreds. Finally, they face off in a literal catball, throwing everything together until Labby of course wins it. I was working on the third artwork, completely entranced in my artistry. When I'm drawing, I fully lose myself in it and nothing else matters. So, I didn't even register the knock on my door nor that it repeated itself multiple times. I also didn't notice the door opening and someone entering my room, approaching me. The thing that broke my concentration was a yell "Whaaaat???". Only then I noticed that I wasn't alone in the room anymore. I turned round and saw someone I true fully didn't expected. In my room, staring at the TV in disbelief, was Hannah, my goody-two-shoes Classmate.

  It wasn't that shocking that Hannah would show up at the orphanage. She helped out at several social facilities in and around town, the little Samaritan she was. She carried a pillow and bedsheets, which fell to the floor as she stood there, watching entranced onto the brutal artwork on my screen. First, I wanted to say a smug line, about how this is the real life this spoiled lady never saw, but then I realized that Hannah's expression wasn't shock or shame. It was...anger? And... jealousy? This made no sense to me, but before I could say anything, Hannah turned around and stormed out of the door without saying a word. I smiled, this was too much for her after all, I just misread her expression. Our little pure angel must be so shaken about seeing something so depraved that she won't be able to sleep for the next week. I took a laugh and then shifted my focus back to my images. But before I could be entranced once again, the door behind me opened again. And before I could even turn around, I heard my door being locked from the inside.

  I looked to the door, seeing Hannah standing there again, pulling the key out of the door. "Hey, what you're doing? Where...." Before I could finish my sentence Hannah rushed through the room, grabbing my black hair, and pulling my head back. Then, before I could react, she gave me a big slap, leaving a red mark on my face. "HEY, Stop!", I yelled, but the only remark I got was another slap. At that point my body moved on its own and I retaliated. Hannah's long, blond hair was made into two pigtails, hanging on both sides of her head. That made it easy for me to grab them with my hands and yank her head down hard.

  I pulled her pigtails with both hands and hauled at them, almost trying to rip them off her scalp. I thought that would be more than enough to get her off me, since she's just a prissy, weak princess. I always imagined her running to Daddy when a gust of wind hits her, so I had no doubt she would immediately run off from the pain I inflicted on her. But to my big surprise, apart from a short scream, she kept her hands on my hair, now shoving both in my thick mane and grabbing every strand she could. She yanked and pulled hard, ripping hair out, black strands falling on the floor of room. I looked into her eyes and saw a hatred and anger I never imagined Hannah possessing. It was a primal fury that contrasted her normal happy attitude immensely and as I felt her hands deep in my hair, a similar feeling started to rise up in me. I yanked harder and harder at her pigtails, but before I could try ripping them off and making her pretty face not that pretty anymore, an intense surge of pain hit my body.

  I looked down and saw with panic in my eyes that Hannah, the good girl, the kind angel, had just kneed me hard in my crotch, burying her knee in my clothed cunt, shoving against it to inflict maximal pain. I howled in agony and my body reacted on its own, kneeing her back just as hard. Now it was Hannah's turn to howl in pain, but she just gave me another knee, purposefully aiming to invade my cunt. This led to a multiple minutes lasting crotch-kneeing contest in which we mutilated the other's clothed cunt harder and harder. Both our eyes were tear-filled from the pain, and I was super surprised that Hannah could take so much. She always seemed so fragile and now she took a dozen hits to her pussy and still retaliated every time just as hard. I started to also get aroused by this type of fighting, not only because my cunt was almost invaded every few seconds but also since this kind of was the real-life version of my drawings. And at that moment, a realization hit me. It wasn't only kind-off, it was exactly that. BlondeDogGirl98 made a pic of this exact fighting scene only a few weeks ago. Labby and Nana had their claws deeply buried in the other's fur, blonde and dark pelts getting ripped apart. Both furry girls had a knee deeply launched in their opponent's twat, ramming it in, trying to fill the other's twat with it fully. It was exactly what Hannah and I were doing right now. But that must be a coincidence. Or is Hannah a fan of BlondeDogGirl98's or my work? Or is she...? That can't be! Or can it?

  The thought I had at that moment was absurd and a few minutes ago, it would have seemed like the most impossible thing on the planet. But I wasn't so sure anymore after encountering this side of Hannah. There was no other way, I had to find out right now. So, during our crotching, I looked Hannah in the eyes and hissed "You're a fucking bitch Nana and I will rip your fur to shreds!" Now I waited for her response, and it came immediately. "Fuck you Labby, I will bite every strand of hair put of your disgusting cat body!"

  There it was. I almost couldn't believe it, but there she said it. A second later, Hannah realized what she just said, I could see it in her gaze. We needed to talk about that, so I yelled "Time out!", and let go of her pigtails. Hannah understood and pulled her hands out of my hair. We both fell backwards, I on my drawing-seat, she on the edge of my bed. Now we both sat there, looking at each other, unsure what to say after this fiery encounter. I never imagined having a fierce catfight, nonetheless with Hannah of all people. It hurt but it also felt good making her feel the pain. I'm not a sadistic person normally but

  something awoke in me as Hannah attacked me. Something wild and primal. But before I could say anything, Hannah seemed to understand what just happened and she blurted out.

  "Oh no, I didn't want that. Please don't tell anyone about this!"

  "You didn't want to mutilate my crotch and rip out my hair? It seemed like you enjoyed it!"

  "No, I was just so surprised to see my beloved Nana here and as I saw you drawing her rolling against Labby I just saw red, I'm sorry!"

  "No, you're not and that's okay. But I can't believe it, you're BlondeDogGirl98? You? Our valedictorian honor student?"

  "Yes, and please don't tell anyone, nobody can know about this."

  "Don't fret, I won't tell anyone that our prude sweetheart is actually a perverted, horny and degenerate psycho!"

  "Hey, fuck you, I'm no psycho. Look at yourself with all your tattoos and piercings, what are you, a cheap Hoe? Is your body so ugly you need to conceal it?"

  "Hey, take it slow bitch, or a sore cunt is the least pain your body will endure. I have no qualms clawing that pretty body of yours to shreds. So, stop shit-talking me or your status as the cute princess is over!"

  "You know what, Fuck you! I hate you and you're I-don't-care attitude. I should have known you were this bitch GothKitten96, that explains this anger I felt when I saw you!"

  "Wait, you hated me? ME? What did I ever do to a spoiled brat like you? Was it too scary to see my piercings? Or are you afraid of black?"

  "There, that's what I'm talking about! You don't value the freedom you have! You don't even know how hard it is to always be nice and do what everybody expects from you and never fall out of line! I can never live out my true feelings. And then there's you, dressing like you want and doing what you want! First, I envied you but when I saw that you just wasted that freedom, I started to despise you! I hate you, Blair!"

  "Are you serious? You are jealous of me? You who has everything is jealous of the orphan? You’re kidding. I already hated you because of your goody-two-shoes attitude and your nauseous smile but now that I know you are a phony and still everyone likes you, I just want to claw into you!"

  "Then let's do this, slut! I never felt a desire to hurt anyone but when I see you before me, I just want blood! I hate you so much!"

  “Likewise, bitch!”

  This whole conversation was shocking, but it also aroused me. And it made something in me awake. Like Hannah, I never thought of actually fighting someone, despite my drawings and interest in female fighting. But now a feeling creeped up and took over my body. A primal, wild feeling. An animalistic urge to claw and rip. I began to feel like a cat or to be more precise, I became Labby. I could see the same happening to Hannah, she became Nana, at least in our minds. At that point we stopped being the Abiturienten Hannah and Blair and became Labby the cat girl and Nana the dog girl, ready to fight like in our drawings. From this point I only recognized her as Nana and called her so.

  I jumped from my seat on the floor, landing on all fours. Nana landed down on the same time, and we glared at each other. We began circling each other on all fours as I began to hiss, and she began to growl. I hissed louder, trying to overpower her, but her growls got louder too, and neither could get an advantage. We came nearer, our hisses and growls becoming everything we could hear. Soon we stopped, faces near each other, as I hissed loud and angry. My hisses and her growls collided in the air, fighting against each other, ripping in. I hissed hard, trying to blow her growls back into her face with the airwaves. But her growls were as strong as my hisses and they just crashed into each other, not able to push the other sound back. Our faces came nearer, and I could feel her growls hitting my face as my hisses did hers. There was unprecedented hatred in our voices, but it made sense, Nana and Labby were rivals for a long time and now finally met in real life. I hissed, my mouth now wide open and I moved slowly towards her. Nana did too, her growls growing louder and louder, fighting violently with my hisses. After only a few seconds our lips met, and our mouths sealed together. We both had our mouths as wide open as possible, building a large cave for our voices to fight. And then I hissed, as loud as possible and she growled. The sounds met in close combat and since they couldn't escape, they pushed against each other, echoing through our shared mouths, and trying to silence the other. We were wild animals, growling and hissing in primal hate and anger, trying to kill the other only with our voice. There was so much violence just in our sounds, that it inflicted real pain on us. But that just stoked us to growl and hiss even more, not getting intimidated by the other's threats and just threatening them more. It was a brutal clash of voices and it almost seemed like every soundwave consisted of hundreds of little dog girls and cat girls, ripping into each other, biting their fur and flesh away and mutually killing each other between our sealed lips, before more came to do the same repeatedly. Our growling and hissing never stopped, just growing more and more as we used our entire body to make the sounds, to scare the other away and hurt them. It was pure hatred clashing and neither of us thought of yielding.

  This growling and hissing fight persisted for other an hour. An hour were we both just stood on all fours, glaring hatred into the other's eyes, letting hisses and growls collide and fight to the death. My throat was sore as fuck, and I knew hers was too. I knew we couldn't continue this for long and had to accept that I wasn't able to make her submit just with my hissing. So, I decided to start the next stage. I made a sign with my eyes that we needed to stop this. Nana understood and we both separated our lips, the hissing and growling subsiding for the first time in this battle. I put my face a bit apart from her and then let my long tongue stick out. I let it fly around in the air, almost hitting her lips and then put it back in. Nana immediately caught on, doing the same thing with her tongue, showing its length and flexibility to me, trying to scare me away. We repeated that for a few times, presenting to the other that our tongue is leagues better and that they shouldn't clash because our own tongue would clearly win and knock the other out. But we both weren't impressed by the other's tongue acrobatics and after a few more minutes, our tongues shot out at the exact same time.

  As our long tongues met outside our mouths, it was like the floodgates opened. We immediately hit and flung our tongues together, licking at each other like dogs in heat. Our tongues collided, flapping up and down and left and right against each other. It was a wild and violent clash, like a kissing war, showing whose kiss is the strongest. Neither of us showed any restrained, our tongues twisting, rubbing, and slapping across each other. I punched Nana's tongue from above and she punched back from below, leading to a furious punch-out. Our tongues got flung back but we immediately punched again, just harder, and harder. Salvia splashed all over our faces as our tongues hit each other like mallets, pounding the other raw. After a while, we switched positions, now I was hitting form below and she punched form above, but the outcome was the same. Neither managed to overpower the other, we just clashed tongues over and over, ignoring the immense pain and pleasure this war inflicted on us.

  After half an hour of pounding our tongues vertically into each other, changing positions every few minutes, we again lose ourselves in a wild kissing duel, tongues going all over the place, wetting our whole bodies with our shared salvia. Our wet meat-sticks encountered each other from every angle between our faces, no second in which they didn't twist and rubbed together. I corkscrewed Nana's tongue and sucked on it but a second later I got corkscrewed myself. We took turns sucking the other's tongue, only lasting seconds before the other sucked back. At one point, we corkscrewed our tongues so tight together that they were knitted up in a tight knot. We both simultaneously yanked our faces back, pulling at our locked tongues, trying to rip the other's tongue out with ours. We pulled and pulled, the pain getting insufferable, but we both didn't care, all we cared about was destroying the other, no matter the cost. Our tongues stuck out their entire length, coming out more and more from our mouths as we hauled our faces back like maniacs. We pulled and pulled and pulled and finally the force was too strong, and our tongues separated with a loud noise. Our heads both got flung back a little and our tongues hurt like crazy, but we wasted no time continuing our kissing war.

  It was a quiet Friday in the orphanage, and nobody would have suspected a cat girl and a dog girl having a fierce kissing war in one of the rooms but that was exactly what was happening. Our tongues just got wilder and wilder, now also licking all over the other's face, leaving trails of salvia behind as no part of the other was left dry. The force in which our tongues crashed and collided was breathtaking, it truly was a war and we both fought with intent to kill. This intent grew and grew during the fight as did our animalistic instincts and desires. I felt that just destroying her tongue wasn't enough. I wanted to truly hurt her, and she seemed to feel the same way. The hatred seeped out of our bodies, a hatred that stemmed from years of despising the other's social interactions and appearance, mixed with a few months of continuous feud over who's the better artist. A feeling neither of us has felt before in that intensity but I enjoyed it, this anger and wildness that slept within me was finally being released. And it just started.

  We both disengaged tongues and sat up, still siting like a dog and a cat would. "Your cat tongue is pathetic and can't even try to compare to my magnificent tongue!", Nana growled out. "Oh, your dog tongue may be good for panting but not for anything else, I dominated it!", I hissed back. "No, I dominated yours, stupid cat!" "Dumb dog! "I hate you!" "I hate you more!" "No, I hate you more!" "No, I!" "I!"

  I immediately got riled up again from the trash talk. I pulled my head back and rammed my forehead into hers, giving Nana a big headbutt. Her head sprung back, and she screeched "Oh, you fucking cat, now you done it!" She headbutted me back as strong, my head flinging back as well. "I didn't even feel this, whimsy dog!", I blurted in a clearly hurt voice. Yes, it did hurt, but that just fueled my fighting spirit. I headbutted her again, this time harder. She immediately retaliated and we started a fierce headbutting match. Over and over, we drove our foreheads hard together, now always butting at the same time, colliding with a loud thumping noise. Our foreheads started getting red and buried like hell but we both didn't care. We bumped heads with such intensity and vigor that we looked less like a cat and dog and more like two rams fighting for territory. And at that point, that was exactly what we were. We met headbutt with headbutt, not stopping our violent bashing for even a second. Because of the immense pain I gritted my teeth before the impact. On one headbutt it now happened that my teeth collided head-on with her, white fangs clanking together. We both stopped for a second and looked at each other.

  Since we're both wild animals right now, our teeth were very precious to us and at that point they just met and neither damaged the other. This was congruent to a declaration of war, as we both needed to prove whose teeth were stronger. "Keep your tiny teeth away from my giant fangs or I they will be shattered!", Nana said as a final warning. "My teeth are like a fortress, and they will waltz down your whimsy barricades!", I hissed and rammed my head again against hers but this time shoving my teeth out and crashing them full force into hers.

  I pushed my teeth against hers, our foreheads and noses pressing together, as she pushed back. We rubbed our white biting tools all over each other, as we tried to break the other's teeth with sheer force. We alternated between hitting our heads and teeth with huge force against each other and keeping them together, rubbing and pushing. It almost looked like we tried to shove the other's teeth right into their throat and they wouldn't have been wrong, because that was exactly what we tried to do. It obviously wouldn't work, but as I pressed my teeth into hers, my entire body wanted nothing more to launch her ugly teeth right out of her lips and make her swallow them. And so, I pressed harder and harder, Nana pressing against in the same intensity. My teeth hurt like hell but hers had to too, so I hold on. We kept this tooth shoving and head bashing up for a few more minutes, but the pain became unbearable soon, this method of fighting was just too hurtful and ineffective at the same time. This fueled my anger even more and at same point, I just opened my mouth and bit in Nana's upper lip.

  Nana howled in pain as trickles of blood ran down her lips, dying her white teeth in a red tone. "Fuck you, you stupid, fucking, ugly cat, I kill you!", she screamed as she stood my teeth away with hers and then bit hard into my lower lip, blood running down my chin. "If someone dies here, that's you, you stinking mutt. I'll eat you alive!", I responded. "I devour you!" "I'll kill you!" "No, I kill you!" With enormous bloodlust we both began to bite at the other's face, fangs ripping in lips and cheeks, leaving bloody bite marks. Our teeth became red as we ripped in again and again fueled by a blind fury that overtook us. And soon, our bites finally met.

  Sharp teeth met sharp teeth as they clanked hard together. We both imagined our teeth being fangs, large and deadly weapons that finally met, ready to destroy the other. I bit again, bite meeting bite. Our teeth collided repeatedly, as we tried to shatter the other's teeth with our own. The biting rate got higher and higher, our teeth only staying together for half a second before rising again to go for the next bite. We must have looked like Nutcrackers on ecstasy, only that we weren't cracking nuts but the other's teeth. Our bloodlust wasn't forgotten but destroying the other's teeth became our priority again, so we bit, bit and bit.

  While locked in this stalemate, Nana began to claw into my clothes, trying to both rip them off and hit her nails in my flesh. She was working on my dress, already having severed half off it as I sank my sharp nails in her disgustingly cute yellow blouse and yanked it down, cutting a huge gash into it. We exchanged an angry glare and then, with a huge motion, yanked the others top away. Now our tits were only covered by our bras but not for long. A second later they flew off like birds on drugs and our boobs wiggled free. I was surprised for a second that her breasts were as big as mine. Hannah always wears cute, not revealing, clothes, which is why her breasts were never shown off and I thought she was flat. But as her bra came off, I realized she had pretty sizable, firm melons, on par with mine, only that mine were shown off, because I often wear revealing clothes. So normally they appear very different but now as they wiggle before each other there is no difference visible. This needed to change. As the bras flew off, I immediately buried my claws into Nana's tits, starting to rake all over them. Nana's claws penetrated my orbs only seconds later and while we still traded bite for bite, we also ran our nails all over the other's tits, trying to ruin them. Red, bloody marks were appearing all over our beautiful milkbags, as we raked all over them. It was a hateful race to destroy the other's titties and I loved it. But I knew that she still had her pants on and that couldn't be, and she knew that too. So, like on a signal we both yanked away the other's pants and panties and left on claw there, ready to dig into the other's wet cave. But as our hands neared it, we both froze, and our mutual teeth lock broke.

  We both looked down our bodies and what I saw shocked and exited me at the same time. Down there I saw her fur. Okay, technically it was pubic hair, but it looked like blonde fur growing all over her mound and even in her labia. It was truly dogfur, long, thick, and insanely fluffy. It definitely covered all her outsides and inside. I knew that because I my fur was the same. Sure, it was black and looked like catfur instead of dogfur, but otherwise we were equal once again. The same length, thickness, and fluffiness. On that front we were truly Nana and Labby, and we instantly knew that the deciding battle would be fought down there.

  I took my head back from hers and gave her a slutty look. "So, finally showing that fur of yours. I fought you were too afraid to actually fight me fur to fur!", I snarled at my mortal enemy. "Afraid, Ha, if anyone is afraid it's you, scaredy cat! Your pelt could never hold off a candle to my magnificent fur! But if you want a fur-war, you can have it!", she snarled back. "I damn sure want one, bitch! I wanted to tussle fur to fur with you for a long time and now we can finally see that my fur is better than yours!" "Yes, we will finally see that my fur dominates yours!" "My fur will rip yours out of its roots!" "Our furs will tangle up deep and after that, you will have no fur whatsoever!" "Bitch!" "Slut!"

  The trash talk made us so horny that we couldn't wait anymore. We humped our hips forward and thrusted our thick bushes into each other. Hair tangled up immediately, every fiber like a small spear, ready to stab into its enemy and destroy it. Fibers rubbed and hit together, tangling up in many little deathlocks. Our bushes were so thick that our cunts hadn't even touched yet, but the war was already on, and it was fierce. We grinded our fur into each other, slowly going deeper and deeper. Every strand of hair that touched knotted instantly together so strong that separating them would be impossible. One or both of us would need to lose her fur and we were both determined to deforest our rival, even if it destroyed our own fur.

  We grinded together deeper and deeper, already going back to a bite fight and burrowing our hands deep in the other's head mane again, trying to balden the other in two places. I felt a shudder through my body as our furry labia touched and our twats began to invade each other deep in the furry forest with no possibility for escape. The hair in our cunts was even more vicious than the bush, rigorously lancing into the other labia, pricking in, and staying there, while rubbing against other fibers. Every hair was like a girl, rubbing their entire bodies together, trying to make the other submit. Pussy lips biting into each other and labia intertwined as our cunts started their grudge-match, both dead-set on being the last one standing as they invaded, sucked and penetrated each other in a rigorous fuckfights to the finish. The hair on our labia stuck together even more due to the wetness growing in our shared moulds, pussy juices flowing trading back and forth between us. Our bushes surrounding our waring cunts knitted deeper and deeper together, shivers of lust and pain going through all our bodies as our cunts sank deeper and deeper into the lush forest of fur and into each other. We grinded our cunts hard together, fibers of hair already falling down to the floor due to the insane friction going on. Feeling our bushes falling apart finally leaped us over the edge and sent us into overdrive.

  With loud screams we both yanked hard at the other's hair and started rolling over the floor of my room. Nobody stayed on top for even a second as we rolled with our glued cunts grinding between us. We began to hump our entire bodies into each other, boobs flattening together and our cunts hitting into the other. We always pulled apart a bit before humping in, not enough to break our cuntlock but enough to rip out several strands of hair with every hump. Our bushes constantly tangled up and ripped each other out, intensifying their war even further. We humped and humped our cunts and fur into each other, screaming in pain and pleasure with every motion. We hurled big strand of hair from the other's head, the floor already littered with it. Our rolling got faster and faster and we alternated between humping and grinding, our cunts going in deeper and deeper and our fur tangling up more and more with no end in sight.

  Our fur-war lasted multiple hours, till deep in the night. The whole floor was full of ripped out hair as our bushes had destroyed each other. Sure, there was still hair left, but our forests were cut down considerably. Our heads were even worse off, as our hands did a phenomenal job in raking out the other's mane. Many big bald spots were formed in our formerly perfect scalps as our cat- and dog claws mercilessly tore out blonde and black streaks. Our twats were under continuous attack, having sucked each other in deep, labia wrestling with labia for hours. Our hairy clits also latched up to each other and grinded their thick bodies and hair so hard that they were glistening red and burning like hell. So to be short, our bodies were a total mess.

  During this seemingly never-ending duel I was constantly on the verge of cumming my brains out, but I held on, not wanting to give Hannah the satisfaction of making me climax first. I knew she thought the exact same thing and so we danced around our upcoming explosions like circus artists on a tightrope. Constant moans filled the room, just interrupted by screams that the other should cum already, that we are the better furry girl, that our cunt is way stronger and sexier and how much we fucking hate each other. It seemed like this fight was never going to end but other than our hatred, our stamina wasn't infinite. After a particularly strong hump it finally happened. We both came and every bit of pleasure and pain inflicted in the last hours got released with it. The orgasm was so strong that it blasted our cunts away from each other, severing the rest of our bushes from our bodies and leaving our twats almost blank. Hannah and I didn't even notice that however, as we wailed and screamed in absolute ecstasy, squirming on the floor for what seemed like an eternity.

  After minutes of the most extreme orgasm, I ever experienced I finally calmed down and looked at Hannah. She also managed to steady herself and gave me an exhausted but still hateful look. Her body was a complete mess, making me proud of what I was able to do to her for a moment before I looked down and remembered that she did the same to my body. You would never hear me say it out loud, but I was impressed by how vicious and unforgiving Hannah was in our fight. Our little darling was a fucking lunatic and for a moment I felt admiration for her. But more than admiration I felt jealousy, hatred, and the excitement of finally finding a worthy foe. And an insatiable anger stemming from my ripped apart bush and the fact that we actually tied in this wild and brutal battle. “You fucking cunt!”, I hissed at her. “Look what you did to my glorious fur!” “You’re the bitch here, Blair!”, Hannah growled back. “You will pay for ruining my bush. I kill you!” “Not if I kill you first!” We were ready to jump at each other again and fight to the bitter end this time, but before we did, a loud knock on the door made us freeze in our tracks. “Hey Blair, are you again listening to your perverse videos? Stop it, it’s late and people want to sleep. And you should go to bed too!”, the voice of Petra, one of the women working at this orphanage. “Yes, sure, sorry Petra, I lost the time. I will get ready for bed now.”, I said, trying to sound as steady as possible, glad she mistook our fighting for a video. “Good. Then have a good night.”, Petra said and walked away. I looked at Hannah. “Seems you got lucky, bitch! We need to postpone our fight to another time.” “I think you’re the one who got lucky, punk. And besides, I’m not that sad about it, because it’s way more fun to torture than to flat out kill you. So, I might let you live so that I can give you even more pain!” “Ha, there’s your real face, I like that. I think so too, looking forward to ruining you, slut!” We both spat at each other at the same time as a goodbye, before Hannah got up and quickly left my room. As I heard her disappear, I just thought that school life had gotten way more interesting now.