Happy Hour (for Slamomachines)

“She’s gonna make a face.”

Laura blinked as she looked to Cammy. “What?” She asked. “‘The newbie face,’ I call it. It’s what every new kid looks like when they first hear that part.” Cammy explained. Both then watched as Sakura looked to them for guidance, making said ‘face’ Cammy was referring to - “Bam. The face.” She snarked. Laura had a giggle herself, no doubt securing even less hope for Sakura… before a smile grew on her lips. “I bet that’s the face you made the first time you got-mmf!” Before she could finish that sentence, Cammy threw her hand out and blocked Laura’s big mouth.

Hushed whispers and gasps ran amongst the crowd as the sultry burglar in black cat-walked her way out of the veteran’s side. Katniss’s breathing was slow and steady as she eyed her opponent from head to toe - and, notably, got a pretty good idea of what was underneath the suit. Her hands balled into fists over her challenging threats. “From GOTHAM CITY!” Undyne yelled from atop the stage, startling Katniss out of her stare for a brief second. She shook her head and settled herself. “SELINA KYLE! The CATWOMANNN!”

The name was… pretty implicit.

“So.” Laura bumped Cammy’s shoulder. “Kat vs Cat. Think the new girl’s got a shot on Selina?” Cammy brushed off her elbow. “Never say never, but Catwoman’s mean. Kitten’s going to have to play aggressive.” Laura laughed. “No trust in the new recruits? Ye-owch.” “I wouldn’t gamble on her, is all I’m saying.” Cammy defended herself.

Katniss’s troubled lip stirred as she looked at Selina. No going back now. The Mockingjay cracked her knuckles as she awaited the countdown. “Things are about to get HOT IN HERE. ONE!” Undyne threw her fist in the air with one finger raised. The veterans joined in, with the newcomers catching on fast. “TWO!” The crowd collectively cheered. “THREE!...”

There was a brief silence. Katniss looked left and right sporadically, trying to eye her best advantage on the slim thief’s person.

“...GO!”

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The concern on Sakura's face got deeper as she watched Cammy and Laura react with smiles, giggling, and a small amount of conflict between themselves. The newcomer did not focus on her deceptive peers for long however, instead turning all her focus towards the combat arena, hoping to parse the nature of these fights with a little first hand observation.

Catwoman had eyes Katniss up and down several times as Undyne prepped the match, and had already worked out a few ways to toy with the rookie. On the word go, the cat based thief charged towards the center of the ring with her arms up as if to initiate a standard strength testing grapple lock, and her opponent responded in kind.

It was all a bait, however, as moments before the two women would have locked arms together, Catwoman crouched low, resulting in her foe grabbing empty air while the veteran fighter swept on her legs into the lower limbs of her opponent. The hard hit threw Katniss off balance, which Catwoman took advantage of by grabbing her by the wrists and hurling her foe overhead, causing the newcomer to hit the floor face first.

"Watch your step, kitten." Catwoman cooed at the sight of her downed foe, then crept forward with both hands curved like claws. "And your back!" She added more ferociously, before slamming both hands into both buttcheeks lying in front of her, laying down the first spanking of the night with a resounding, reverberating SMACK that was swiftly overshadowed by the cheers and hoots the action elicited from the crowd. Rather than continue to attack, Catwoman rose to her full height and strutted around a bit, adopting a mocking posture and soaking up the approval of the crowd.

Adrenaline rushed through Katniss’s veins as the countdown signaled, every second putting her and the cat-dressed caper in front of her a little closer to combat. She had an advantage, at least - more defense. Even without her jacket, she reckoned her ragged shirt underneath could take a punch with less force than this feline’s paper-thin jumpsuit.

As the countdown finally concluded, Katniss stood her ground as Catwoman took the frontal assault. Her mind raced to remember the advice she had sought prior to her first fight today - usually, the occasional “hey, what do I do if-?” with Haymitch and Johanna - and her eyes recognized the approach before her mind could process the bait and switch. Katniss’s hands went up to catch Catwoman midway, confident she could overpower her if it came to it… only to find herself come up empty as the burglar disappeared beneath her.

“What…?” Katniss barely had time to utter before a swipe at her feet and a quick flip through the air found her face first on the ground. “Agh!” She grunted as she hit the floor, nearby newcomers muttering “Ooh…” at the painful-looking impact. Not about to waste any precious seconds sprawled in a disadvantageous position, Katniss scrambled to push herself off the ground, but not fast enough to avoid two quick, powerful smacks that descended onto her cheeks. Katniss gasped with surprise as small pricks of pain pampered her rear, looking back and finding the two hands groping her backside to lead back to her vain burglar opponent.

The crowd loved it. With the first two swats of the night laid down, the veterans cheered enthusiastically, chanting “Seliiina! Seliiina!” again and again while she paced a circle around Katniss. Feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, Katniss stood right back up, dusting herself off and ignoring the fading bite that had been put into her bottom. The newcomers were thrilled to see her back up and in action, a round of applause washing over the crowd. Katniss wiped her lip off as she glared down at Selina.

“My little sister’s cat has sharper claws than you!” Katniss threatened, charging back into the fight with both hands out, looking to engage in the hold she was denied while more cognizant of her surroundings, this time.

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Sakura blushed brightly at the sight of the cat burglar slamming her claws down on the defenseless butt of her foe, and said blush got even brighter as the crowd erupted into cheers for the humiliating display. She, and many others on her side of the room, abruptly began to feel self conscious regarding their own rear ends, wondering what the extent of the night’s punishment would be, but accurately guessing the eager crowd of veteran club goers wouldn’t be content with playful swats.

Despite the reality of the situation dawning on the newcomers, Katniss’s rise from the ground and spirited taunt vitalized the generally younger girls, leading to cheers rising from the crowd. Encouraged by this, Katniss launched a new offense against Catwoman, surging forward to try and catch her in a grapple.

Selina gave a small, visible frown while stepping backwards in the face of this attack, but as soon as Katniss got close exploded into motion, sidestepping her charge at the last second and latching onto the left sleeve of her jacket, which she used to spin her opponent around with a suddenly smug smile until eventually the outer garment was pulled clean off, resulting in a dizzied Katniss hitting the floor again. “I’ve barely even started scratching at you.” Catwoman retorted to her previous taunt.

Stretching her lithe but strong muscles, Selina tossed the stolen jacket to the senior crowd with a flourish, at which point the experienced patrons began to playfully compete with each other to gain the hazing night memento, one of many pieces of clothing used for such a purpose. Leaning over her downed foe with a dominant posture, Selina opted to literally kick them while they’re down, forging another spank in favor of kicking Katniss’s ass with a powerful heel strike. “I’d give up now, before you REALLY get whipped!” Catwoman teased, a smug and dominating tone to her voice.

If Sakura was blushing with second-hand embarrassment, Katniss was livid. She had offered herself into this ring to trade blows with a formidable opponent, not feel self-conscious about her body and resist the urge to rub her own pants mid-fight. The blind charge forward was just a sloppy move resulted out of wanting to get back at Catwoman quickly, and she paid the price for it. Selina stayed dead-locked in the middle of her steering forward, and Katniss was smart enough to know it was a ruse. She prepared herself to block whatever attack was sure to come beneath her again, but Catwoman took a different approach she wasn’t prepared for - and Katniss was quickly thrown off by a firm grip on her jacket.

All it took was a simple spin, and Katniss was unraveled from her hunting jacket like a Christmas present. Dizziness clouded her vision fast and the Girl on Fire merely tumbled over again, reuniting with the hardwood floor. A pounding headache developed in her forehead as she pushed herself off the ground again, faster this time, keeping an eye on Catwoman to be sure those gloved fingers didn’t get grabby again - unfortunately, the hands weren’t what she should be looking out for.

“Aagggh!” Katniss cried out, gasping deeply for breath as a firm kick to her butt flipped her over onto her side. The veterans laughed, cheered and whoop’d for Catwoman, and natural instincts got the better of Katniss as she reached back to rub the sore spot on her rear end. Her breathing was heavy now, sweat on her forehead, but Selina didn’t seem bothered even a little bit. With eyebrows slanted and cheeks bright red, Katniss scampered back up to her feet, now short a jacket - leaving her in only a thin, black t-shirt to keep herself warm with. Her eyes watched sorrowfully as the jacket was tossed and torn between the crowd, mentally thanking herself for not wearing her father’s that night… but the Mockingjay pin. That hurt to lose. And Katniss’s hands balled into fists just thinking about it.

“My jacket…” Katniss huffed, “Why take my jacket?!” Acting smarter this time, she paced around Catwoman, keeping a safe distance from her while making small movements to close in on her every time. Just seeing her bare arms was enough to get the crowd craving for more - Katniss had no clue what she was in for. “Maybe I should take something of yours’!” She threatened, making a sudden movement to step in quicker, pausing to anticipate any sudden movements, and then reaching out to grab the thin threads of Catwoman’s suit by her midriff.

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"Kitty's got some fire in her!" Catwoman taunted approvingly as Katniss managed to get a grip on her one piece costume, drawing out faux scandalized oooooohhhs from the veteran crowd and encouraging cheers from the newcomers. The fighting senior's tight muscles flexed to escape her grip but the competitor held on, causing the skin tight body suit to stretch, shift and rub all over Catwoman's body, an uncomfortable but by no means debilitating feeling. "I think you understand how this works!"

The two fighters were bound tight to one another, kept close by Katniss's grapple and rubbing together in a few places. Selina decided to play to this condition, going in close rather than try to retreat. She shoved her legs into her opponent's aggressively, launching quick attempts to stomp on Katniss's foot or kick her legs in an attempt to throw her off balance, while up above Selina's sharp hands targeted the belt line of her foe.

Small, razor sharp claws extended from the fingertips ever so slightly, digging into the waistband of Katniss's pants while Catwoman was seemingly just grabbing there as a grappling hold. The longer the two struggled, the more cut apart the support got, and quickly enough Selina had done so much damage the only thing holding up her opponent's pants was her own grappling grip. The cat burglar smiled and waited to see what kind of underwear her foe had on, feeling the anticipation of the veteran crowd familiar with her tricks.

Got her! No time to be excited, though - Katniss's eyes narrowed as she took her chance. Tightening her grip on Catwoman's clothes, her other hand found it's place on the back of Selina's left leg. Desperate to land a hit on this taunting vixen, Katniss began pulling hard against Catwoman's top, trying to force the woman down into a raised knee - only to find herself intercepted halfway by one foot stomped on front of her's. Looking down, Katniss found her foot trapped underneath Catwoman's heel - notably, the one that had just made itself acquainted with her booty, which did little to keep her mind off the resonating sting still left there - Katniss tore her eyes from the ground and looked right back at Catwoman.

The fight was getting heated now - the audience was drinking it up. "Fight! Fight! Fight!" The audience cheered, and Undyne joined in, hopping down off her table on the stage to chant with both fists raised. Cammy and Laura had arms around one another and drinks in both hands as they cheered on the two girls', and many newcomers picked up the spirit fast. Another kick to her leg, and Katniss grunted with impact, but refused to let go. This was her chance - no turning back now. She wasn't about to blink first.

Catwoman seemed just as motivated though, so every strong kick against her legs had Katniss squirming in response, determined to keep her feet rooted in the earth. What finally broke her intense focus was the cold flow of air that rushed down the front of her pants - looking down, Katniss was horrified to find a gloved claw holding her cargo pant's waistband. Her eyes looked back up, wide as cueballs as she stared back into Catwoman's taunting gaze. "W-What are you doing?! Cut it out!" She whispered sharply, loud enough for Selina to hear but lost in the crowd behind them. "Fight me like a real woman, already!" She demanded.

Every kick Catwoman threw against her left scratched against her legs - except the ones that began to tear holes in Katniss's cargo pants. At first, a few holes in her jeans was an annoyance, but it could've just been a sign of 'badassery' after she was done whooping this fighter. But now it was becoming concerning. Long, gaping gaps in her fabric was starting to show off more and more of Katniss's lower figure, and she swallowed tensely, scared of what the grasp on her jeans meant that she couldn't fight back again.

She couldn't keep playing a guessing game like this, and win. With one final firm tug, Katniss shut her eyes and yanked against her opponent, rising her knee up to meet her halfway. Her hands came loose, but her knee never connected. Instead, the Girl on Fire stumbled backwards out of the hold, two torn pieces of cloth in her hands. After some back-peddling, Katniss's legs were caught underneath her by a jumbled mess, a cold-front hit her legs, and she dropped back down again, landing sharply on her butt. "Ow!" Katniss squealed as she hit the floor... and then quickly noticed what had happened.

The crowd went ballistic. Katniss stood with her cargo jeans torn to shreds by her feet, practically unwearable and leaving her only in a figure-hugging pair of simple gray panties that didn't hide the red mark left by Catwoman's heel still present on her sore behind. With a squeal, Katniss pulled her knees to her body and began scooting away. Maybe it was forfeit to try and escape the fight into the crowd, but her mind wasn't thinking fast enough for that right now. She had bigger problems.

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Catwoman stumbled in place as her hold was broken, the roaring of the crowd informing her that her "rip and strip" strategy had worked well before her eyes did. Within moments though, the dominant fighter was aware of the second reason for the crowd going wild: Katniss has successfully pulled away two patches off Catwoman's skin tight suit, one directly below her chest which allowed the lower curve of her breasts to slide into open air, and one over the left section of her ass, revealing a patch of buttcheek to the audience.

Unfortunately for Katniss though, Selina Kyle was not an easy woman to humiliate, especially not when she had a younger foe to maintain dominance over. In a show of defiance or perhaps superiority, Catwoman took a moment to strut towards the line of newcomers, stick her butt towards them just out of reach, and struck her own exposed behind with a flat palm. "Take a good look whelps, this is a close as you'll ever get to beating me!" she declared with a cocky attitude before menacingly advancing on her scooting foe.

In the newcomer line, the taunt had an energizing affect strangely enough. Taunts, jeers and threats all erupted from the soon to be haze victims, and many of the ones who had been previously scared stiff at the prospect of being spanked and humiliated where now chomping at the bit to give the stuck up regulars the well deserved ass whooping their dominant attitude deserved.

Sakura in particular was more and more warming up to the idea of fighting here. It was still nowhere near what she'd been lead to expect, but the strange game of humiliation before her was spirited competition all the same. The youngest Street Fighter still wanted to get her three older friends back for setting up this joke at her expense, but perhaps she'd enjoy the fight before regardless.

Catwoman smiled a little at her successfully riling up of the newcomer crowd, a smile that became more vicious as she towered over her foe, still scooting back on her butt. With a wide grin like she was about to eat the canary, Catwoman extended her claws and stated "I'm going to use your dignity as a scratching post." in a matter of fact down before pouncing on Katniss, claws shredding her t-shirt in a flurry of motion as the two rolled across the floor in a furious ball of fighting limbs, reducing it to ribbons before retracting into the suit.

With the article of clothing destroyed, Catwoman rolled Katniss into a pin position, tossing her onto her face a third time before sliding onto her back, holding her in place and looking towards her exposed behind. "Ready to hear this kitten hiss!?" she asked the crowd, while gently running a suited finger down one of Katniss's buttcheeks to build anticipation.

The first round already seemed to be at its apex. With the sound of clothes ripping, all women in the crowd looked up with excitement to see who was getting stripped. Finding that both fighters were now showing skin was just icing on the cake. From Cammy and Laura’s perspective, Catwoman’s half-bared behind was their best view, with a stumbling and dazed Katniss down on her back with her pants at her ankles in front of her. Laura wasted no time chipping into the boisterous audience - with a wolf-whistle, she cheered with all the other voices. “C’mon, Selina! Tap that sassy ass!” She cooed. Cammy had a laugh alongside her, her own blood pumping fast now as things heated up.

Katniss’s mind was in a hundred places at once. How was she supposed to keep fighting like this? Sure, it’d be easy to get even with Catwoman and do worse damage to her suit, but she simply wasn’t prepared for this kind of battle! Not to mention, Selina seemed much less unfazed by her nudity than Katniss did, even going about to strut off her stuff.

Cammy cheered as Catwoman passed by and patted her ass for a tempting little taste of the backside they wouldn’t see busted tonight. “How much for the pants, Kyle?” Cammy yelled out across the others, Laura laughing drunkenly aside her.

Soon enough, Catwoman’s shadow cast over Katniss as stubborn newcomers pushed back against her to keep her in the ring. Sweat dripped down her face as she tried standing up, only for her tattered pants to drag her back down to the earth again. In the blink of an eye, Catwoman was on her, and Katniss’s head was spinning as she tumbled across the uncomfortable floor, throwing out elbows and knees to try and fight the burglar off of her as pointed pricks assaulted her. She felt every blow land against her, and yet, none hurt - not physically, at least.

When she was finally able to see again, Katniss’s shirt was history. Her simple white bra and gray panties were all the Mockingjay was left in, now, and as she face-planted into the floor again, her breasts pushed up against the bar floor and just gave a better view to the veterans she was facing. That meant her nearly naked ass was for show right to all the newcomers who watched on the edge of their seats.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Katniss’s mind raced to find a way out, the long finger dragging across her backside sprouting goosebumps across her arms. A shiver ran down Katniss’s spine as she looked up at the crowd in front of her, few of the veterans down on their knees taunting her in words she couldn’t hear or decipher over the other noise. Come hell or high water, she was getting out of this. With her whole back put into it, Katniss began thrashing her shoulders and hips, trying to rock Catwoman off of her back as her lower body scrunched up beneath her, only posing her bottom up higher.

“Remember!” Undyne’s voice boomed over the crowd’s, “It isn’t over until she. Taps. Out!”

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Catwoman let her opponent writhe underneath her for a short bit, riding up the resistance while forcing Katniss down with her own long and powerful arms and legs. “C’mon, surely you’ve got more bite than this?” Catwoman asked, before repositioning her lower body so the exposed patch of backside Katniss revealed to the world impacted the back of the Mockingjay’s head, pressing her face into the floor to subdue her.

The rookie side of the room was yelling and cheering to try and encourage Katniss to get up and fight back, but the fight had rapidly turned against the newcomer, Selina grinding her face to the floor to stifle the fight out of her, resulting in said cheers getting desperate and worried sounding. Meanwhile, the other side of the room had cheers of their own, evenly divided between between the women yelling “Pull ‘em down!” and yelling “Pull ‘em up!”

Sakura looked over to the other line to scout out the familiar faces, shooting a dirty look to Laura and Cammy at the obvious merriment they were taking from the hazing, while upon passing her gaze to She-Hulk, the muscular lawyer gave Sakura a grin, cracked an eyebrow and mimed giving something an underhand vertical pull with both her strong hands, causing Sakura to recoil in worry and surprise. She had no idea what She-Hulk was getting at, but could guess it wasn’t something pleasant.

Catwoman, meanwhile, was going for the kill. She weighed the chants of the crowd, and in a quick swipe pulled Katniss’s panties down to her knees, leaving her round butt completely defenseless. “It’s whipping time kitten.” The dominant fighter remarked with a smug, wicked tone, and with a palm flying and cracking like lightning slammed down on the defenseless butt in a merciless spank.

Undyne made her pronunciation, still able to be heard over the crackling of jumpsuited hands smacking bare flesh, and the even louder sound of the crowd roaring in approval. Catwoman expertly stung and slapped the butt laid bare before her, repeatedly driving her palms hard into particularly vulnerable sit spots to send bolts of pain arching through Katniss’s body while the flesh of her butt rippled and jiggled from each impact. Catwoman grinned and savored each hit, but the greatest satisfaction was derived from how her target howled in humiliation and squirmed underneath her cruel ministrations.