Congress CatFight, Planet Arth Election Season 2224.

QSNCS: 001-2024
Congress CatFight
Planet Arth 2224yr

SPECIAL NOTE: Crowd People are NOT real, and are AI/3D generations.

All other renders, no matter how real they look are NOT real people being used.

Inclusive the AI Narration voice is just that Artificial, not a real person.

2257 exempt.

Story below as narrated by Aria, AI female voice;

The two Junior Congress Girls had it in for each other from the Start.

P.O.C. Blewy from the Dark Bl*e Party and Randy Rumble from the Radical Reds, were on direct opposite sides of the Gallery, and were constantly sniping at one another. Often this would lead to shoving matches in the ladies Room, with Capital Thugs having to break up the hair pulling.

Tonight though, was TGIF for the entire Congress. They were going on a long three month break. But, not before the two hotties slapped it out on the Capital Lawn. They waited until Security had vanished, then started into the Girl Girl Action.

Randy Rumble asked her rival why she could never shut her big yap. Why don’t you shut your mouth and give your *ss a chance b*tch? She asked P.O.C.

Well the Bl*e Girl was not much of a talker, when she was in cat fighters mode, and replied with a hard right, to Randy’s left cheek knocking off her glasses, but not before the wild l*ttle Cow Girl struck back with a hard smack to the right side of Bl*e’s head. Both girls now got into a classic tugging hair pulling contest, like they would do in the washroom before being broken up.

Not this time however, nobody in the cheering crowd was going to break up this long awaited girl fight.

P.O.C. then hooked her right leg behind Red’s left, trying to set her off balance, and land on top of her. Randy countered with a leg lock of her own, causing the two to snake together into a vertical tower of ripping snorting and bear hugging dancers. The Crowd loved it, as they ripped away at the other’s skirts and then pulled hard nasty wedgies on the other’s g strings. OUCH!

Then in kind of a k*nky defensive move both girls jaw locked to stop the biting of the other’s face and necks, while also losing their balance and tumbling to the ground in a knotted wet rolling, leg locked, cat fight.

There they tumbled about in a ripping, snorting, grunting, leg locked, rolling scratching, cat fight. The oil goo type substance was something the Security had laid out at night, to slow down the access of any radicals. They had over filled the moat this particular night, and the girls were getting all stickied up and angry from it, helping fuel their angry l*ttle cat spat.

Their jaw locked entwined catfight now, entwined into a full bl*wn spinning cat b*ll, as the two fighters spun off towards a rising sun, with no victory in sight for either cat fighter.

ALWAYS fifty fifty, fifty fifty, JUST HOW THE DEEP STATE WANTED IT.

The power brokers, all watching with obtuse erections as the Excited States, Tore itself to pieces.

No one knew how much longer the fight would last as they rolled off into the rising Sun near the reflection pond. But all those with the real power hoped it would last forever.