Chapter 3: Round 2 Catball it up
In this round the two fighters first get into a catball position. They wrap their left leg around the other girl's back, their right legs around the other girl's hips and bums. Wrap their right arms around the other's upper back and grab and pull at hair with their left hands, forming a tight rolling catball, trying to roll the ball into the other girl's large hockey type net. Trying to score a single goal. The goals are 50 feet apart and this can take some time to score the goal, even hours. They also grip and claw with their toe claws and finger claws.
After a few minutes the ref came out and announced the next round. Donna, with a smile on her face, strutted out first. Her nude body was completely reoiled. Her athletic figure was glistening under the fresh coat of goo-oil, her nipples already hard and her pussy glistening with anticipation.
Betty, too, strutted out, her body just as freshly oiled as Donna's. Her blonde hair was slicked back, and her blue eyes were filled with renewed determination.
The air between them was thick with tension, the scent of their arousal still lingering.
The referee stood between them, a tall, muscular figure with a whistle around his neck. "Alright, ladies, this is the main event. The last round. A classic catfight, winner takes all." He turned to the crowd, his voice booming through the speakers. "Are you ready for this, folks?"
A roar echoed through the room, the crowd Filled with eager anticipation. I could feel the excitement pulsing through the remote sensors, the air charged with energy.
"Fuck yeah, it's about to get real," I growled, my cock throbbing in Booby Bot 2's mouth. She looked up at me, her large, brown eyes gleaming with lust as she continued to suck and lick my cock.
After verifying each combatant was ready, he then checked they went into the proper catball ready positions, becoming tightly entwined. Then he fucked off, and left the Arena, to the electronic cheers of the PPV Patrons, and the AI controller system.
The 2 fighters first get nose to nose, fully into the catball ready position. They wrapped their left legs around the other girl's back, their right legs around the other girl's hips and bums. Their right arms around the other's upper back gripping the left ass cheek of their opponent with their right claws, while grabbing and pulling at enemy hair with their left hands, forming a tightly conjoined catball, ready to roll. They then had to try to roll the ball into the other girl's large hockey type net. Trying to score a single goal. The goals are 50 feet apart and this can take some time to score the goal, even hours. They also grip and claw with their toe claws and finger claws.
At the sound of the annunciator and green blue flashing lights, they wrap ever tighter their left leg around the other girl's back, their right legs around the other girl's hips and bums. Their right arms around the other's upper back and grab and pull at hair with their left hands, starting their tight rolling catball, trying to roll the ball into the other girl's large hockey type net. Trying to score a single goal. The goals are 50 feet apart and this can take some time to score the goal, even hours. They also grip and claw with their toe claws and finger claws. They may not release their catball opponent from their grip. If they do they forfeit the round and lose a goal to the other Babe Bot.
The two Babe Bots rolled and writhed on the floor, their bodies slick with goo-oil and their own sweat, their claws scraping against each other. They were a blur of red and blonde, their limbs intertwined and their bodies pressed together.
"Fuck, look at them," I groaned, my cock throbbing in Booby Bot 2's mouth. She let out a soft moan, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.