Iktomi vs Toraki - forest battle

"Especially with big cats lurking around." She completed. Then, when Toraki invited her, she stopped speaking and leapt at him, not bothering to get into a stance first. She would try to tackle him in the waist and take him down to the grass. The fight was on.

Toraki had let her go on with the tackle, thinking that a cute girl could not topple him. He was wrong, as Iktomi managed to push him down with her ontop.
But the tigerboy was fast at flipping her over, tossing Iktomi off him as he quickly flipped to his feet like the feline that he was. "Ngrr... they always tell me not to understimate cute and apparently defenseless girls who are fighters. But i keep forgetting.. silly me", he said with a smile, tapping his own head.

Iktomi was flipped away from him almost as soon as he hit the ground. Unfazed, she rolled to her feet. "You're quick. Many people only remember this after they have been beaten." She smiled. "But I also should know better than try to trip a cat. I see you don't go down very easily." Once more she lunged for him; this time, she would not try to bring him down, but drive her shoulder against his gut and stun him.

Toraki grinned at Iktomi's quite direct attack, starting to take a couple of steps back, willing to send her out of balance for another counter move.

Though, in his overconfidence he had not been aware of a tree blocking his way from behind, so the tigerboy ended up getting crushed and sandwiched between the tree and Iktomi's shoulder tackle.
"Unghfff...!", he huffed out, trapped against the tree by her hit which left him short-breathed for a few moments.

Having cornered the tigerboy for the time being, Iktomi decided to press her advantage further. Getting her body up, she pulled Toraki towards her and wrapped her arms around his back, trying to trap his body in a strong bearhug. "I got you!" She chirped with a smirk, putting pressure in the hold and pressing her bare boobs against his fur-covered chest.

"N-Nghhrr....", Toraki groaned in slight pain as Iktomi's arms squeezed him close to her into a surprisingly strong hug.
Caught in that embarassing hug, the tigerboy still had his arms free.. but hitting her lovely face was out of question in Toraki's mind. Plus, the teasing pressure of her breasts against his fuzzy frame was quite distracting, allowing Iktomi to have the squirming feline secured in her clutches at the moment, wriggling to no avail.

Iktomi couldn't guess what was going on inside Toraki's head, so she only wondered about what kept the tigerboy from retaliating. Keeping her hug nice and tight, she stepped forward, putting Toraki's head and upper back against the tree behind him. With her face now slightly closer to his, and with his body trapped between her chest and the tree trunk, Iktomi concentrated on pouring more pressure into his feline body, as it was now more difficult for him to escape.

"Nhhghh...s-so tight..". Toraki groaned, both uneased and short-breathed in Iktomi's embrace, especially now that she had furtherly tightened the hold and pinned him against the tree.

To make his situation more uncomfortable, the girl's warm breathing was bathing his face, and her breasts were teasing him, which would result into the boy's face blushing under his striped fur while his paw-like hands tried to pry apart Iktomi's hug.

Iktomi noticed a pair of paws picking at her arms. She didn't try to brush them off; instead, she pressed forward in response, further squishing Toraki's body. They were so close now that her nose even touched his at one moment, and she smiled at the small accident. After more prying on Toraki's part, however, she decided to break her hug, thinking that she had already taken the most out of their current position, and tried to back off from Toraki's body.

Toraki would catch his breathing for a slight moment as Iktomi released him from her tight hug.

"Nrr.. taking a rest already? That's not good!", he grinned, letting out a little snarl as he threw forward, willing to pounce onto the lovely warrior. If successful, the tigerboy would straddle Iktomi, pinning her wrists with his furry hands and looking down at her with a fangs-baring smile.