Kitten vs. You
by lurker1001 aka Angus McLeod



You stand in your corner of the ring nervously gripping the top rope. You look
around at a packed house, and wonder what possessed you to raise your hand to
volunteer to enter the ring. Tonight is open fight night at Angelfights, and
any man in the arena can challenge a girl from the Angelfights venue of
fighters. Angelfights is the premier producer of mixed fighting events, and
videos, in the world. The men always get completely crushed in the fights, and
you have always wondered how realistic it was. The women certainly don't look
big enough to defeat their male opponents so effortlessly. They are actually
some of the most beautiful women you have ever seen, and tonight you will be
facing one of the favorites Alice Munroe. Alice is better known by the
nickname Kitten, as she wears cat ears during her fights. You were blown away
from the first time you saw her, and now you were going to be in the ring with
her!

Your excitement mounts as you hear the announcer calling Kitten's name. You
see her gliding down to the ring in a blue robe with a maid headdress on. She
is known for her super sexy outfits, so you excitedly wonder what type of maid
outfit she has on under those robes. You grab on the ropes even tighter as she
gets to the ring, and the crowd goes wilder as she enters it. Her eyes lock on
you and a small smile appears on her face.

Kitten's grin grows as she glides over to you. "So, you are the first guy to
raise his hand tonight," she says smiling. You nod nervously, as she looks you
up and down. "Not bad," she says with a more predatory grin. "You're quite
cute. I'll try not to mess up your looks sweetie." She notices your eyes
roaming over her robes as well. "Oh, she says,"wondering what's underneath?"
Her voice has taken on a teasing tone, and your head nods rapidly up and down.
"Well," she says while twirling the cord,"I guess you can't keep a tiger from
his meat." She winks again as her robes fall silkily to the ground, and your
jaw almost follows it. Her maid "outfit" is more like a maid bikini, with a
skirt so small it really does not qualify as a skirt. What looks like a garter
belt attaches to a pair of large garters, and below them are fishnet
stockings.

You are so busy staring that you barely notice she has moved right in front of
you. Her teasing smile is still in place, as she lifts one of her legs, and
settles the heel on your shoulder. "Hmmm, I don't know," she says with an all
too innocent look,"do you think these fishnets will make me slip during the
fight?" You forget to breath for a second as your eyes roam up her long firm
leg that is currently resting the heel on your shoulder. You start to rapidly
nod your head no, when you stop. As good as she looks in them you wouldn't
want her slipping on the mat. After a quick studder, you tell her you think
she should take them off. She blinks in surprise for a second, then goes back
to her usual grin.

"You are a sweetie aren't you?" She says, as she takes her foot off your
shoulder. "I think you deserve a reward," and she gently pushes you down on
one knee. She places one of her feet on your knee that is not touching the
mat. She then guides your hands to the edge of the fishnets. "Take these off
for me, would you?" She says while blinking innocently. Trembling slightly,
you remove the stocking from her leg, and then repeat the process with the
other one. She guides you back to your feet, and winks at you again. "Good
boy." She says, as she turns and walks back to her corner. Your eyes glue to
the perfect ass that is wrapped in just a little thong. She turns her head as
she gets back to her corner, "keep staring that hard, and you'll go blind,"
she says teasingly.

The seconds provided start putting on MMA gloves, and you look questioningly
over at Kitten who is now wearing her normal MMA gloves and foot gear. She
grins over at your confusion. "Relax sweetie, we remember you said you were a
boxer. I'll be fighting a lot of guys here tonight, and they use all different
kinds of fighting styles, so this gear is easier than having to change all the
time. Sooooo", she says as she stalks over to you in your corner. "I'll only
be using these," she puts her gloves up," to box. I won't be using these," she
puts her heel back on your shoulder to show the footwear close up. You start
sweating at the position you are in again; your eyes browsing over her long
legs going down from your shoulder to her hips. She slowly moves her heel off
your shoulder, and puts her foot back on the mat. Her hand reaches out and
gently pushes your chin up to close your mouth. She winks at you, and starts
to head back to her corner. "Better get your head in the game champ. A person
would almost think you are distracted before this fight."

That girl is dangerous, you think to yourself. The ref then calls the 2 of you
to the center of the ring. He explains it is a KO only fight, like all of
Angelfights's matches. The regular rules apply outside of that. Kitten taps
your gloves before walking off, and looks at you with the most serious look
you have seen so far. "All fun aside champ, you better get your head into this
fight. You walk out of your corner staring at my tits, and you're going to get
KO'd with the first punch. The teasing grin then slips back, "A one punch KO
would be too embarrassing. So, I'll tell you what. For the first minute I will
only defend. Let's see what you've got champ. Oh, and I was serious about you
making sure your head is in the game. I'd hate for you to waste your

free minute staring at me. Good luuuuck." She says as she stalks back to her
corner, a little extra wiggle to her walk. OK, you think to yourself, is she
trying to help me or distract me?

You leave your corner, as the bell rings, and see Kitten walking towards you
with her arms down at her sides. She laughs softly at your confused look. "I
did say I was only going to defend myself for the first minute, you don't have
to look so surprised....master. Your Kitty maid is going to do her best to
dodge all your attacks." You hesitate a bit, attacking her like this doesn't
seem right. Kitten sees you hesitate and smiles, "I didn't know my acting like
a maid would catch you so off guard. You better get moving champ, time's a
wasting. If you really want win you better do your best to hit your pretty
little kitty maid." You figure a few jabs to the head will get her to take
this match more seriously, and not hurt her too badly. You fire off a few
crisp jabs, but she steps back about a centimeter out of reach each time. They
weren't your best jabs, but she avoided them with ease. The teasing grin
appears again. "You can do better than that champ, you better come at me with
all you've got." You think to yourself, she's as good as the videos you've
seen, you better really start trying. Your face hardens, and you nod at her.
"Good boy," she purrs, "I'll even give you a full minute more to show me what
you've got."

You start jabbing for real this time. You send off several quick, crisp jabs,
but she backs away from those as easily as before. You follow the jabs up with
some combos, and then switch to hooks to the body. Kitten dances away from
each of your attacks, avoiding them by the merest of margins. She teases you
with with a "so close," or "almost had me there," after each miss. You smirk
to yourself. While you were trying to hit her, you have also been using your
footwork to guide her to a corner. She hasn't noticed, with all her teasing,
and when you think she has nowhere left to go you unload a monstrous
straight...only to hit the turnbuckle. You look in surprise to see she has
used her footwork to maneuver you into the corner instead. She steps into your
guard, as you turn, her face about an inch from yours. You can hear the
amusement in her voice. "Oh, come on. You're not going to let a girl corner
you when she is not even swinging at you, are you?" A bit angry, you continue
swinging futilely, until you notice her stance changes. You step back a bit,
and notice that she has raised her guard. "Not bad champ," she says genuinely,
dropping her usual smile. "You've had a lot of raining, and have good
stamina." A predatory grin now sweeps over her face,"now let's see how good
your defense is. Your minute is up champ. I'm going to beat you up now." While
she says it playfully, you have a feeling this is going to be anything
playful.

Kitten's stance changes to a more offensive posture. Being taller than her you
hope to use your reach as an advantage. You tighten your guard, and prepare
for some outfighting when your head snaps back violently from 2 hard blows to
the jaw. You shake off the pain, and fire off a few counters. Kitten blocks
them easily, and seems to look a bit relieved. "Good," she smiles in a
friendly manner," I was thinking my jabs may have been a bit too stiff there."
JABS! You think to yourself, those were jabs? You knew 300 pound men that
couldn't throw a straight that hard. "Still with me champ?" Kitten says
sweetly, "I'm going to start again." You brace yourself, and watch her more
closely this time.

You notice Kitten's form is deceptively casual. She looks relaxed. but you
can't find any openings to attack. Your superior reach is useless, as she
slips into your guard easily. She has been landing a lot of hard jabs, but
hasn't really thrown any stronger punches yet. You notice she seems to be
having a good time toying with you, slapping your guard back into your face,
and stepping just out of reach as you counter. She's blocked a few of your
punches, rather than simply avoiding them, and it felt like you were hitting a
brick wall. Another jab slaps your head back, and you are beginning to

wonder if this is all she is going to do, when your instincts scream out in
warning. You barely get your guard up in time, when a glove crashes into your
arm. Tendrils of pain spider out from the blow, sending shock waves from the
point of impact. Kitten backs up still smiling. "You have good instincts,
champ. Maybe Angelfights could use you."

Kitten waits until your guard is back up, and then starts moving towards you.
Your left arm feels numb, but you think you are OK. You are watching Kitten,
when your guard is jabbed back into your face. Before you can react to the jab
your gloves split open as an uppercut comes sailing through. The blow is close
enough to your face to feel the heat as it passes in front of you. Your left
cheek then explodes, snapping your head to the side, as waves of pain shoot
throughout your face. You start to stagger a bit to the left, when liquid fire
erupts from your ribs. You hunch over at the pain blossoming in your left
torso, and look up in time to see Kittens glove coming down towards your face
like an executioners axe. The blow crashes into you like an avalanche, driving
you hard into the mat. The world is swimming as you lay there, but you do
manage to see Kitten blowing you a kiss, and walking back to her corner
wiggling her butt. The referee's count sounds like you are hearing it
underwater, but you decide you are not going lose like this. At the count of 3
you roll over and grasp the ropes, using them to get to your feet at the count
of 7. The ref checks you over, and you insist you can continue. He shakes his
head, and gives the OK for the match to go on.

Kitten comes sauntering over. "Are you sure about this champ? You still look
pretty shaken up." You nod that you are OK, and she shrugs. The next thing you
know her gloves is hurtling at your face at incredible speed. You try to brace
yourself, when suddenly the bell rings. Kitten's glove is suspended about a
centimeter from your face, and she pulls it back smiling. "Saved by the bell
champ. Get a good rest, and we can play some more in round 2. Since you made
it this far, I'll do a little maid play for you in round 2." You slump back
into your chair, wondering what the hell maid play is, and watch her as she
walks to her corner. At least the view is good in this fight, you think to
yourself.

Your seconds patch you up very well, but you are still feeling sore, and a but
shaky. The bell rings, and Kitten exits her corner with an innocent smile on
her face that you have learned not to trust. The damage from last round is
slowing you down, but you figure if you just defend she'll pick you apart. You
snap out a hard jab that she easily side steps, and then sends a counter
thundering towards your face. Your eyes widen as the glove stops a inch from
your face and she taps you lightly between the eyes. "Oh master," she says in
an sweet tone,"beating up on the help is not allowed." This is maid play? You
think to yourself. You keep your guard up, but looking confused. Kitten's
normal grin comes back, "what's the matter champ? Don't you like having your
own personal little Kitten maid to fight with?" She then gets back into her
offensive stance. "So, are you ready now....master?" You just shake your head,
as if her outfit wasn't bad enough.

You lash out with a straight, hoping to catch her off guard. She dodges, and
the side of your head is violently snapped to the right. You stagger slightly
from the force of the blow, and Kitten grabs your shoulder to steady you. "You
were so close master, would you like to try again?" Teasing as always, you
think, but decide if she is going to give you a chance you are going to take
it. You shoot out a flurry of blows at her, but she avoids them by the barest
of margins, with comments of "oh master so brutal," and "you almost had me
master." You redouble your efforts after every comment, throwing jabs, hooks,
and combos, but nothing is getting close. You pull out your last reserves of
energy, and try your best combo. Firing off furious blows, you end with a hook
to the body, and then an uppercut. It was your best combo, and you were hoping
something would hit. Kitten has other ideas though, as she avoids the combo as
easily as your other attacks. After your uppercut misses, she stepped into
your guard until you are about nose to nose. "Master," she says with a purr
that caused you heart rate to double," the idea is to hit your
opponent....like this!" She punctuates the last part of her sentence by
stepping back and snapping a hard jab through you guard. The blow snaps your
head back with a brief explosion of stars. "Or this" she says with the same
innocent smile

as she careens a left into your cheek, sending a now familiar cobweb of pain
racing throughout your face. The blow sends you stumbling back, and she
follows you. "Or this!" A right hook rockets into your jaw with such force you
thought you felt your jaw slide across the mat. You vision temporarily
darkens, as your senses seek an escape the wave of pain threatening to
overcome them. Your back slams into the turnbuckle jarring you back to
reality, just in time for a wrecking ball to crash into your gut. You are
temporarily picked up on your tip toes, and electricity passes throughout your
body. The

current continues to your limbs and almost shuts them down. "Got your
breadbasket master." Kitten whispers seductively in your ear.

She steps back a bit as your face falls forward into a soft place. Kitten
waits a second, and pulls your face out of her cleavage. "You pervy master,"
she says in her teasing maid tone,"you must be punished. Although I guess I
can let you rest on your favorite pillows during it." She places your face
back in her ample cleavage. She whispers in your ear,"sorry master, but it is
for your own good." Your body starts jerking, as it feels like small burns are
running through your body. The pain is not as bad as you thought it would be,
either she is taking it easy on you, or your body is numb. The pummeling
eventually stops, leaving only the wonderful feeling your face is having.
Kitten pulls your face up. "I think you've had enough pervy master," she says

with a mischievous grin. "Time to put you to bed." She pulls her fist back,
but notices that your eyes are already starting to roll in your head. She
grins more warmly this time. "You did well master, why don't you take a little
nap." She reaches out a finger to your chest and pushes lightly. You falls
back into the corner, and sink softly to the mat. The last reserves of your
strength flee from your body, and darkness starts to wash over your vision.
You see Kitten turning to get back to her corner. "Pleasant dreams champ," she
says over her shoulder, "I hope you dream of Kittens." You smile at that

thought. Your eyes close as you hope to dream of cat ears, and maid dresses.