Princess Bubblegum vs Marceline (hardcore)

a commission fight based off two of the protagonists from the Adventure Time cartoon. fair warning that while not a death match, the fight can get pretty brutal as per the buyer's request. came out pretty fun, all things considered, from my (slightly out of date) knowledge on the show


All around the Land of Ooo, the fight was on everyone's minds and lips. The kingdoms with an active online connection buzzed about their ideas and theories, and gossiped over the escalating grudge between the fighters. It was very much the same in the kingdom of Psychic Princess, just with brain hacks instead of computers. Death himself had the dead knocking on his door non-stop to ask to be allowed to see the fight. He crushed a few of the more annoying knockers' souls, but arranged a bigscreen to be installed so they could see the holo cast from the Candy Kingdom's stadium.

"I'm not sure how to feel about this," Finn said, leaning on his knees in the front row. Jake stretched his arm overhead, the long yellow limb clutching a video camera to pan over the anticipating crowd, projecting it to all the viewers around Ooo that couldn't make it to the already giant crowd.

"Trust me, buddy, you will," the magical dog assured him. Finn had grown into not quite a man, but a young adult at least. "You like girls, and you like fightin' stuff. You'll love it."

There was the thrumming squeal of a guitar, ringing out overhead as everyone looked skyward. Levitating down, playing her trusty combination guitar-ax, was Marceline, wearing cutoff jean shorts that let showed off her long, wiry legs and a flannel shirt tied off in front of her breasts. The arena had spotlights shining that followed her entrance, strumming out a tune until she landed, at which point she set the family axe outside the ring and playfully untied her top, playing it up like a stripper for the crowd's cheers and approval. She gave an impish wink towards Finn just as she flashed open her top, revealing a perky pair of breasts to the whistling crowd. Jake gave Finn an elbow to the ribs, making him smile and blush at the sight.

With no such powers, Princess Bubblegum let the cheers die down before making her own entrance, walking down the walkway to another chorus of cheers and claps. The pink-haired princess had been focusing on building up her kingdom lately, which meant a lot of sitting around her throne and her lab. She exercised and practiced her usual training as best she could, but she'd certainly grown some curves. Wide hips wiggled in a pair of more traditional boxing shorts, and even under the regal robe she wore over her bare chest, her large breasts jiggled in the gap between the cloth. Her cheers rang out a bit louder as she stepped between the ropes, between her large ass and her home town advantage with the local crowd.

Peppermint Butler trotted out into the ring with a megaphone to address the crowd. "Citizens of Ooo! Today, we witness a royal challenge!" Both girls glared at eachother across the ring as Bubblegum held up her arms, shedding her robe to bare her bigger chest and let Mr. Cupcake climb to the apron to firmly tie her bright red boxing gloves in place. Marceline did the same, though a pair of skeletons appearing in a puff of smoke to attach her black gloves with "toxic" skull and crossbones on the fronts (or "knuckles").
"The ladies will do battle by classic rules! A break between every 2 minute round." Peppermint went on. "They fight until one quits or can no longer fight!" He looked over a sheet of paper in his hand quickly. "Then again, there's nothing in the rules about doing this topless, so let's just play this by ear, huh?"
The crowd laughed and Peppermint butler gathered his things to trot out of the ring, letting the women wait for the bell.

"Jeez, Bonnie. Been putting on even the pounds there. You do know there's no weight classes in this, don't you?" Marceline grinned mischievously, leaning back against the ropes.
"And I see you're untrained and lazy as ever," Bubblegum snapped back, keeping herself stretching and shadowboxing in her corner.
"Not that it'll matter. I'm immortal, you're out of shape. So how's this for a handicap?" Marceline's body puffed out, expanding her skinny frame to mimic Bubblegums, filling up to E cups easily, and stretching her jean shorts from a loose low-cut to a tight fit that hugged her newly chubby hips.

PB didn't seem to take mimicry as the highest form of flattery, fuming and thumping her gloves together, enough to make her breasts jiggle. "I knew I broke up with your creepy ass for a reason," she hissed venomously.
"Yea, because you're a boring lay! Really dodge the bullet on this one, Finn!" Marceline threw her head back and laughed as Bubblegum's face went more red than pink in fury.
She ran across the ring before the bell could sound, and when Marcy’s head came back down from her laughter the candy princess hit the vampire queen dead on the chin. Peppermint Butler hurried to hit the bell, but Marceline had already leveled her head again, eyes gleaming like a cat's and hissing bitterly back at PB. The pink fighter threw a follow up swing after her, only for Marcy to thrust her right arm into her way and deflect it while her left swung a hit into the princess' soft stomach. Bubblegum's eyes popped up a few sizes from the blow, encouraging Marceline to grab onto her arm as she swung away a rapid set of hook up into her guts, mashing her mushy pink belly in as the crowd started to go wild, cheering one or the other on.

PB shoved at her opponent, desperate to get away from the beatdown, just for Marceline to swing a wider hook to slug the pink princess across the face and send her staggering back. “Too fat, too slow, Pinky Pie!” Marceline snapped, sending a bitter follow-up kick into PB’s round butt to send her stumbling to the mats.

Peppermint Butler trotted to ringside to quickly start the count. “1! 2!” That was all it took for Bubblegum to snarl and rise to one knee, swinging a precise pink punch into the crotch of Marceline's jean shorts. The vampire let out a loud choking noise as the audience spiked in approving cheers, several rising out of their seats in excitement (Iceclops blocking the view of a good dozen or so onlookers). Marceline's legs crossed as her gloved hands cupped at her crotch, leaning forward as Bubblegum wound up and smashed her fist right into Marceline's face. Spit flew from her lips as she flopped over backward, flat on her back as the minty butler started another count. He reached 3 before Marceline boosted herself up, wriggling her nose to find it busted to a sharp right angle. She snarled and applied her shapeshifting to snap it back into place as she glared daggers at PB, who bobbed on her feet with her gloves up and ready for her.

"Too fat, too slow, you say? Then who's the one copying my shape right now, you jealous little zombie fucker?" the princess snapped at her, the mics at ringside booming the insults to the rest of the crowd. Marceline's eyes flared red, moving after Bubblegum in a thrashing rage. PB took a few thumps to her cheeks, but stayed mostly on defense, sneaking in the occasional body blow when Marceline's wild swings went too far off target. The mostly-human women jiggled with each swing, whether or not they even hit given their soft figures.

Marceline finally snaked around one of the princess' punches, lunging in close and mashing her body into hers. It flattened PB into the corner, soft bellies and bare tits mashed together. Bubblegum swung her arms up to try and get some hits in, but their close proximity making them near useless at that range.
"Still like fisting my pussy I see, Bonnabell," Marceline hissed close to her face, leaning in to press her knee dominantly against the pink princess' crotch and grind slowly. "Still get you hot? You miss having a real lover for a change?"
PB was clearly a mix of frustrated and furious with her, trapped and left to her tormenting. It was then that Marcy whipped her head back and forth, smashing her forehead into Princess Bubblegum's. A dense, resounding thud sounded as their head connected, Bubblegum clearly reeling from the headbutt but kept sandwiched between the corner and Marcy's own big gray jugs.
"What's the matter, gummy guts? Don't wanna kiss me any more!?" Marceline snarled viciously, baring her teeth before sending out another smashing headbutt into her.

"What's all that about?" Finn asked as Jake wriggled his arm around to get a better angle with his camera.
"Oh yea. Word on the street is that Marceline and the princess dating like a jillion years ago. Break up got ugly, so this whole thing's been boilin' over all these years."
"Wait, if PB and Marcy are both girls...?"
"I'll tell ya when you're older, okay? Just enjoy the show."
“I AM older! Ah, nevermind,” Finn yielded as he folded his arms, not wanting to miss the fight.

Marceline had meanwhile kept the trapping position and hit Bubblegum with a third headbutt, as if refusing to use her gloves. PB sank into the ropes in a visible daze, sliding down the turnbuckle slowly as Marceline finally backed away, letting the princess fall to her hands and knees trying to blink her vision straight again. She started to look up when Marceline slammed a bare foot into her face, spinning her back into the corner, left grabbing the ropes to stay bent over.

Bubblegum leaned into the corner, spitting outside the ring as Marceline cackled. The princess took the strings of her glove in her teeth, tugging on them until she could slide the glove off while she leaned on the turnbuckle. She spun around to instantly grab a chunk of Marceline's tangled mess of hair, ripping downward to get the pale vampire to scream in surprise and pain. As she was bent over, PB wound up with her gloved hand and rapidly beat into Marceline's face with it, cutting off her high pitched scream with loud, thick grunts from the heavy hits.

Finn stared slack-jawed at them. “What the stuff!? Is that in the rules for this royal duel stuff?” He and Jake turned to Peppermint Butler, who threw up his stubby arms in defeat.
"Hey, bro, don’t look at me! I'm not getting in there!"

"What about the rounds?" Jake offered, the candyman checking a pocket watch. He waited the last few seconds as Bubblegum released her grip on Marceline's hair, smashing her dead in the eye with her bare knuckle. The minty man servant's watch pinged and he trotted over to ring the bell for round one, Bubblegum releasing Marceline who nearly sunk to the mats instantly. She managed to steady herself on one knee, and when Bubblegum turned to go to her corner, Marcy shoved her in the back.
"Hey!" Bubblegum snapped back, staggering and then whipping around to face her again, marching to get face to face with her, and more noticeably bust to bust.
"You shouldn't mess with a queen, little princess! You know I can suck you dry, while all you can do is just plain suck!" Marceline sneered at her, her tongue flicking out like a snake's to flicker at her lips as PB shouted right back at her, trying to talk over one another.
"I've been sick and tired of your worthless, irresponsible ass! I'm actually running a kingdom while you're just floating around, too lazy to WALK let alone rule anything!"

Peppermint Butler slid his disc-like body under the ropes to get between them and urge them apart with his little arms, even his short arm's length. "Okay! Come on! Round time, remember? Cool your jets, ladies! Oh, and princess."

Marceline backed away, snarling. "Hide behind your candy walls, sugar tits. Cuz I'm gonna eat you alive in this ring tonight!"
The women were handed off stools by their attendants (Mr Cupcake and a random skeleton) that slid under them as they sat into their corners. They washed off a bit the sweat on their heaving jugs and faces as they leered daggers across at eachother.
"Do you, ah... need me to put your glove back on?" Peppermint Butler offered, indicating the boxing glove that the princess had tossed aside a few moments ago.
"Leave it off. In fact, give that walking corpse an ultimatum. And tell Starchy to have an extra grave ready for tonight."
The crowd watched as Peppermint Butler went to Marceline's corner, talking quietly with her until the vampire queen nodded with a slow smirk. The crowd mixed with cheers and mutters and hasty potty breaks as the candyman took up a megaphone again. "Alright, listen up, yo!" he boomed to the crowd. "The rules of the royal duel have been changed, and accepted by both combatants! First off, there will be no round breaks after this one, ending in two minutes! Second off, there will be no gloves required!"
Bubblegum removed her remaining glove, while Marceline held up her fists and her gloves vanished in a puff of black magic smoke.
"The ladies can do and use anything they want until one is unconscious or judged no longer able to fight!"
The crowd erupted in hoots and cheers as Princess Bubblegum gave a slitting throat motion across the ring at Marceline. The vampiress briefly changed her face into that of a wolf-like demon, snarling and baring its oversized teeth at her before morphing back to her pretty, pale face.

"Ugly breakup, huh?" Finn asked, leaning his elbows on his knees curiously.
"Butt-ugly breakup," Jake emphasized.

"Here we go! I'ma ring this bell one more time and then it's officially ON!" Peppermint Butler called to fighters and crowd alike in a final warning. He hammered the bell and hurried away from the ring to take a seat, knowing he wouldn't be needed until one of them was passed out on the mats or worse.

Bubblegum and Marceline came forward at a determined pace, PB throwing a punch dead into Marceline's chin as she approached. It hit home, Marceline's face whipping back a moment as she powered through it, taking the hit to throw a quick uppercut into Bubblegum's. The women traded a few furious swings for eachothers' faces before Princess Bubblegum landed a jab of her fingers into Marceline's throat. The vampire queen went down to her knees, clutching her throat and gagging as PB raised her fists, linking them and bringing them down in a hammer blow to the back of her head. The gray girl grunted as she flopped onto her belly in the middle of the ring, flattening her tits under her bodyweight. She growled and tried to push herself back up, but without the boxing rules, PB was free to drop down and ram her knee into Marcy's spine.
"AUGHH!" She gave a sharp cry, only louder when PB grabbed hold of one of her arms and legs, pulling back to bend her out of shape like a bow and arrow.
"Thought it was going to get easier with the gloves off, dumbass?!" the princess grunted at her, grinding her knee in as she pulled it in deeper with the hold.
Marceline screamed a few seconds more before she reached up and backward, grabbing hold of PB's long pink hair and pulling hard. PB screamed as she lost her grip, grabbing for her hair and falling to one side. Marceline swung a leg over her midsection, straddling her and throwing both of her fists down like pistons into Bubblegum's soft tits. She screamed and writhed under her, throwing her hands up to try and stop her attacks that threatened to punch her nipples out through her back.
"Like your new boob job yet, gummy!?" Marceline sneered proudly at her barrage of punches. "Or need me to give em a reduction?" Marceline pulled her hands back to open her fists into baring her nails, reaching to gouge into them as Bubblegum caught her wrists in mid-thrust.
"The work's sloppy," PB snarled. "How do you like YOURS!?" She lunged forward and bit into Marceline's nearest nipple to her face, the dangling tit stretched out as PB pulled back like a dog. Marceline screeched and tried to pull away, only managing to stretch and maul it worse.
"AHHH! You stupid dyke! The fuck you get off biting a vampire!?" Marcy raged, grabbing at her head and hair to try and force her off her teat. Marcy finally reached her fingers into PB's mouth, raking her nails along the insides of her cheeks. The pink princess had to scream after a few agonizing seconds, allowing Marceline to yank her head off her tit and palm the back of her head. "Hope you're still hungry, fuckbait!" Marceline screamed into her face before zipping across the ring, shoving her face first into the turnbuckle.
PB connected with a metallic clang and bounced off it, falling out of her foe's grip and laying limp and dazed on the mat for a moment as her brains sorted themselves back out. Meanwhile, Marceline slid from the ring, rubbing at her bitten tit and noting how it shone red from the fresh injury.
She growled reached into the ring, rolling Bubblegum over to the ropes and taking hold of her hair. She brushed it back to keep it out of her dizzied, pretty face, then sliding her head between the ropes before she jumped up and slammed her neck into the bottom rope. PB's head tried to bounce back up with a wet cough, but Marceline's grip kept pulling down and choking her over the rope. "What now?! No smartass comments or brainiac facts to spit out now, whore?!" Marceline pulled down on the hair until small clumps were coming off in her hands, Princess Bubblegum's body still in the ring as it flopped and kicked wildly like a docked fish.
Marcy finally let go, shaking her hands to shed what flecks of pink hair stayed in her fingers while Bubblegum stayed propped over the ropes, gagging and coughing messily as she drooled over her chin and chest, bracing her arms on the ropes to ease the pressure off her neck but unable to move out of the way yet. This suited Marceline fine, as she pulled up the ring apron and fished around. It gave the crowd a view of her big wiggling hips before coming back up brandishing a folding chair, getting excited gasps and shouts from the crowd, cheering or warning depending on their favorite fighter.
Marceline wound up and swung the chair like a baseball bat, smashing the flat of the metal into PB's face. A resounding smack went across the arena as the impact threw Bubblegum back into the ring, rolling weakly to the middle of the ring holding her face. Marceline shouted wordlessly in triumph, holding the chair up with a splatter of the princess' red-pink blood left behind on her chair. The crowd went wild as Marcy seductively lapped the blood off her weapon with her long, serpentine tongue, and Bubblegum removed her hand from her face to see the blood coming from her split lip and mouth.
Marceline slid the chair into the ring ahead of her before following suit, crawling in before picking her weapon back up.

"I'm pretty sure I saw a boxing once," Finn said distantly at ringside. "I'm pretty sure this wasn't in it."
Marceline started to let Bubblegum rise when she raised the chair and spiked one of its legs into her side. “Come on! Get up, bitch! I’m not done tearing you apart!” Bubblegum curled up and rolled onto her back, holding her tender side as Marceline raised the chair overhead like a club. As she swung down for her again, Bubblegum raised a foot and kicked upward, her sole smacking into the flat of the chair. It bounced back up and out of control, smacking Marceline herself in the face when it whipped back upward.
"AGHH!" The vampiress shouted in surprise and pain as she grabbed her face, staggering backward as Bubblegum was able to rise to her knees. Marceline stopped seeing stars long enough to spot her, charging and raising the chair again but this time Bubblegum charged in low, tackling her around the waist.
The force knocked Marceline onto her back and left the chair to fall out of control into a random corner, giving Bubblegum the opportunity to climb onto Marcy's waist and deliver a storm of punches down onto her face. The pale queen was too shell shocked to fight back, her head whipping side to side as each fist crashed down with increasing brutality and rage.
"How you like that, you gutter slut!? You're going to wish you were mortal when I'm done with you! I'm going to beat you brainless until the sun comes up and leave you to cook in this ring!"

Marceline was too punchdrunk to respond, and when PB stopped to catch her breath a moment and rest her arms, the vampire's eyes rolled and her banged up head lolled to one side drooling and coughing. "Get your scrawny ass up," Bubblegum snarled at her, grabbing her by one arm and dragging her to her knees. She lugged her over to the nearest edge of the ring and shoved her into it, letting her back rest against unsteadily. PB helped keep her in place by grabbing her arms and pulling them between the ropes, looping them carefully to snap the elastic cords around her arms, trapping them draped behind her back.

Marceline gave a few futile tugs at the binding ropes before Bubblegum took a step back to smirk down at her. "Having fun yet, scream queen? Cuz I Know I am." She swung a fist down in a hammer blow, crushing one of Marceline's boobs as she coughed wetly from the impact on her chest. PB slammed down her other fist to her other breast, and was soon smashing her breasts around like a pair of overstuffed punching bags.
Marcy was soon thrashing and wailing as her pale skin bruised over in smears of ugly purple around her tits, puffing them up even bigger with the swelling. "What's the matter? Don't like it rough like you used to?" PB asked in a mocking tone. "Oh wait. You were always more of a biter, now weren't you?"
Marceline shook her head desperately, face twisted in agony and jerking at her restraints but still powerless to get free quickly enough. Bubblegum grinned down at her and dropped to her knees.
"No! No no no!! Get off!" the vampire queen shouted, wriggling wildly but unable to do much but stomp her heels on the mat as Bubblegum grabbed one of her swollen tits, squeezing it in between her hands to wrench a choked cry out of her ex before biting her teeth into the puffy grey nipple.
Marceline screamed louder than ever as Bubblegum tore into her like a savage dog rather than a royal (although Catfight Princess in the crowd was going nuts at this point; "WOOOO! CATFIGHT KINGDOM!"). The bound vampire could do little to defend herself but jerk from side to side, trying to rip her flesh from the candy princess' teeth. The pink fighter kept a grip on her opponent's waist to minimize these attempts, ripping away until an especially mournful wail of pain came from Marceline, throwing her head back as she felt PB's teeth punch into the flesh right around her nipple and blood trickling down it among the princess' saliva.
The mix of fluids finally let Marceline pull back and sob heavily, wincing as she tried to curl up and protect her battered and bleeding body. Bubblegum wiped her lips, smirking as she spit the mouthful of blood onto the vampire's face.
"Taste as bad as you look," she snarled before sliding out of the ring behind her. Marceline could only sit trapped as PB lifted the ring apron to root around for more instruments of destruction behind her victim. She came across a short length of spare steel cable for the various rafters and structures, rolling it out with a grin as her mind raced with ideas for further binding and strangling Marcy.
PB suddenly cried out as she was grabbed from behind. Marceline's arms were still wedged through the ropes, but they were able to reach her as she was so close by! Her nails raked at the princess' face from behind, screaming as she was pulled back into the ring apron. As her back braced against it, Marcy rotated her head all the way around (another benefit of undeath) and bared her fangs, eyes lighting up red.
"You owe me some blood, candyass!" she hissed before biting into Bubblegum's forehead. The crowd went wild as Marcy got her payback by jabbing her vampiric fangs into PB's face, biting deep as the princess screamed in a primal rage from the pain. Marcy didn't even bother drinking her redness, just set on hurting the pink princess as her teeth ripped two long cuts along her forehead, letting the blood run over PB's eyes and lips as she howled in pained fury.
"You really are a sweet one as I remember," Marceline snarled. She shoved into PB's back, knocking her to the ground and using her leverage to slip her arms free from the ropes. She rubbed her arms to get the feeling back in them, PB curling up on the floor outside the ring clutching her bloodied face and kicking her feet spastically.
The vampire paced a bit at the ropes for a bit before smiling and floating up to the top of the nearest turnbuckle.
"Come on, you pink pussy. Get up," she mocked, Bubblegum taking several more seconds to drag herself up dizzily, wiping the blood from her eyes as Marceline leapt off. "Vampire Kick!" She threw a high flying dropkick into Bubblegum's already injured face, launching her back into the guardrails that separated them from the bloodthirsty fans. Marceline, meanwhile, floated neatly to a stop just above the ground, pretending to lounge back in midair despite her bruised and bleeding chest.
The crowd cheered on her showboating as she went after Bubblegum, looking dazed but reaching behind her and grabbing a fan's rootbeer bottle. She swung it back hand across Marcy's face, shattering to deliver a few shallow cuts across her cheek and splashing a mix of rootbeer and glass into her eyes. “Hey, I was drinking that…” Cinnamon Bun whined dimly, but went ignored. The vampire screamed horrifically, Bubblegum landing an opportunistic punch into her belly, but Marcy recovering quickly with a vicious uppercut to her chin.

It smashed PB hard enough to send her toppling to the ground, groaning and holding her throbbing, bleeding head. Marcy wiped her eyes and stumbled after her, kicking her legs apart before landing a knee drop onto the princess' crotch of her boxer shorts.
"UAHHHH! GLOB DAMN YOU, BITCH!" she shrieked, holding her pussy and thrashing like a fish on dry land as the vampire stood back up.
"Aww, that hurt you, candy corn cunt?" she baby talked at her, grabbing the waist of her shorts and pulling upward. It ripped the bottoms off the princess entirely, leaving her naked on the dirty arena floor. Marcy grabbed under the ring again, this time coming back with a spare claw hammer used in the construction. "Then I'd love to see how you answer to THIS!"
She hopped up a bit and smashed the hammer blunt end first into PB's unguarded twat.
"AUGHHHH! NO NO NOOOO!" PB screeched, cupping her crotch and rolling. Marceline laughed uproariously, spraying the downed princess with her spit and sweat as PB finally parted her legs a bit to see the damage, finding the head of the hammer actually wedged inside her cunt lips and the handle sticking out.

"Takes a special kind of slut to get off on power tools!" Marceline mocked her hurting foe, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her along after her towards the ring. The princess staggered along after her on her tip toes, the cold iron of the hammer still inside her and dangling out of her pussy as she walked and the crowd laughed at her expense. Her attacker charged towards the ring, hurling Bubblegum for the steel steps leading up to the ring. PB hit it hard and awkwardly tumbled over it, knocking it loose as she landed on the other side.

Marceline kicked the stairs aside to get at her, Bubblegum crawling weakly on all fours and holding her crotch, finally forcing the hammer out and throwing it aside. Marceline reached for her hair again, but recoiled with a metallic clanging noise. Bubblegum rose up, having landed on the side of the ring where Marceline had placed her guitar/axe, and smashed Marceline across the face with the blunt, stringed head of the weapon. The imprint of several of the strings marked her face as Marceline staggered drunkenly away from her, letting the furious and pained princess wind up and bash her in the back of the skull with it, letting another off note ring out as the chords hit her in the head. Marceline had to fall slumped forward, leaning over the guardrail and trying to push up with both arms. "Hungry, bitch!? Maybe if you ate at all you'd have actual curves and not look like such a dyke!"
Bubblegum came up behind her, grabbing a fan's bowl of chilli fries from them and shoving it into Marceline's face, grinding the hot grease and stinging chilli into her face and eyes.

"Hey, I was eating that!" Cinnamon Bun objected again, but was drown out by Marceline's gurgled screams as she choked on the messy food that scalded her skin. PB let her go at last, letting the mess fall off her as she spat and wiped her face, trying to get her eyes to stop watering from the chilli powder stuck in them. And ugh, was that garlic?
"You were always such a slob," the princess hissed, and Marceline felt the steel cable from before slide over her head and around her neck. PB gouged two fingers up her nostrils, pulling back on her head and forcing her mouth open. "Didn't you ever learn to floss!?"
Marceline suddenly tasted metal as PB pulled up on the chord, yanking it tightly into her mouth. She realized what she was doing as the metal wire grew tight, pressing against her overgrown fangs with increasing pressure. Marceline screeched and protested in garbled speech, flailing for Bubblegum but unable to get a good grip on her body shuddered and panicked in pain. PB kept up the relentless pressure for several more seconds before there was a metallic twang, similar to the sounds the guitar had made but more industrial sounding, and accented by the gurgling noises of Marceline as her fangs popped loose and out of her mouth.
The crowd shouted in mixed horror and approval as PB pulled the cord out, Marceline's face pale (or paler) and horrified as she pawed at her face, her mouth bleeding and missing her trademark fangs.
"Teach you to bite me!" Bubblegum shouted in her ear.
"You bit me first, you slag!" Marcy sputtered back angrily, spraying blood as she turned around to face her. PB was waiting to headbutt her in the face, splashing the blood over both the female fighters.

As Marceline reeled and leaned on the railing, Bubblegum yanked down her shorts, leaving the vampire just as naked as she was. She threaded the metal wire through her legs, then pulled up sharply, giving her a steely wedgie that had Marceline, still reeling from the pain in her mouth, squealing in pain from the crushing of her thick clit into her hips.
"Can't imagine how filthy that cobwebbed old thing is!" Bubblegum snarled, flossing the steel back and forth to crush and twist her inner pussy flesh. Marceline grabbed at her arms, trying to stop the twat torture before she twisted her hand around to instead gouge her nails into Bubblegum's pussy, grabbing her labia and twisting it like a doorknob.

PB's face twisted in agony as she let go of the cable, falling to her knees as Marceline maintained the cunt claw. Both breathed heavily, enduring the blinding pain a moment before Marceline also grabbed PB by the neck, lifting her up off the ground and body slamming her nearby, right on top of the broken glass from the bottle. PB screamed and quickly rolled to her side, clawing at her back where various bits of glass had stuck to her back and hair.

Marceline was sweating and bleeding buckets, but after a moment to catch her breath, grabbed PB by one arm. "Come on..." she panted wearily. "Come on, you little cunt. I'm gonna finish you once and for all."
She tossed PB into the ring like a rag doll, sliding after herself. She hefted the princess up again before Irish whipping her into a corner, getting a quick but weary scream from her as her wounded back struck the pads. Marcy rushed after her to smash into her belly shoulder first, wincing at the pain herself as the impact rattled her old wounds, but Bubblegum looked ready to vomit from the blow.

"Liked your work with the ropes before," the vampire queen panted, sneering with a sick sadism in her state of exhaustion and blood loss. "Reminds me what a sick little fuck you are. So let's try some of your own experiments on you, your highness."
Marcy lifted up one of PB's weary arms and ripped a handful of gummy hair from her scalp. She shrieked briefly, but was too punchdrunk to resist as Marceline tied one of her arms to the top rope. She grabbed the other, but this time she wrapped the arm around the ringpost itself, no binding except her own gripping claws. She twisted it at a painful angle, PB's elbow visibly bulging from the joint.
Bubblegum winced in pain, throwing a desperate knee into Marcy's gut. She jiggled and bent over a bit, but snarled and transformed her legs into a mess of black tentacles, lashing out with them to bind her legs down and together.
"No interrupting my playtime," she snarled, eyes flashing red and baring what teeth she had left.

"Is this part of the honor duel thing?" Finn asked hesitantly at ringside.
Peppermint Butler shrugged. "Princesses and kings killed eachother all the time in ancient history. Sometimes in honor duels."
"Just not with tentacles they didn't," Finn added. "...did they?"
"Eh. Probably," Jake dismissed, keeping his eyes and camera locked on the fight as it neared its peak.

Marceline slowly increased her pressure, sweating with the effort while Bubblegum bit back screams and thrashed as her arm was bent out of shape. Marceline pulled and twisted her limb like taffy, eventually working it enoug that the limb stretched longer, getting even more agonized howls out of Bubblegum. Her bubblegum candy DNA kept her stretching and elastic, but it didn't keep Marceline from inflicting explosive torture on her joint and limb.
Bubblegum sweated and panted, her breasts heaving in labored breaths as her unfocused eyes leer back at Marceline. "I can do this all night," she panted, thrusting her big pink chest into Marcy's defiantly.
"Oh, I know," the vampire grinned wickedly with her bloodied teeth and lips, giving an extra twist of her arm to get her skin and muscles at its tightest, bent painfully around the ringpost. "I was just getting it ready for this!"
Marceline then bit down onto the muscle between Bubblegum's bicep and shoulder, pulling and twisting on the limb with her claws. Bubblegum screamed and thrashed wildly as the teeth tore at her gummy flesh and muscle. "Shouldn't have taken my fangs, bitch," Marceline snarled before returning to biting at the limb like a mad butcher. Bubblegum screamed bloody murder for several long seconds until there was a snap like a rubber band, and Bubblegum's arm came loose in Marcy's mouth and hands.
Even as Bubblegum howled and tried to grab at her stub of an arm with her bound arm, there was actually no real blood, but the crowd went wild all the same. Marceline held the removed appendage over her head, already taking a bit of a more gooey and gum-like texture now that it was removed from the main body.
"Who want to see this cow get ripped limb from limb!?" she roared, turning and swinging the sloppy arm to slap the sobbing Bubblegum across the face with it. She laughed cruelly and turned around to show the crowd as she rolled the limb into a ball, tossing it into her mouth with a quick chomp and chewing it to a point where she could blow a thick pink bubble with it, jovially popping it to show the limb truly lost and devoured.
As she showboated, PB slowed her panting and tears, staring at the limb that was cut off a few inches from her shoulder. Looking at it intently, she took a deep breath, wincing and controlling her muscles as her face turned redder (under the mask of caked blood anyway). Only the closest of the watching crowd could see as the gooey center of her body shifted, her skin rippling and rolling a bit until more noticeably, her breasts started to shrink.

Bubblegum forced her concentration away from Marceline's mocking and brutality, focusing on her meditation practice to shift the weight through her body. The candy matter slid into her shoulder, and forcing even tighter concentration, the arm started to regrow. It took some delicate focus, but the limb shaped itself rapidly, even fingers still in tact. Sure, her tits were down to mere B cups, but she had a shot again. She decided to put the new arm to good use, as Marceline had failed to notice at all. PB ripped the hair from her limb to free herself and slid her legs out from the loosely gripping tentacles. She rushed from behind the vampire queen as the crowd shouted in excitement or warning, just before Bubblegum smashed both fists like a hammer into Marcy's neck from behind.
The vampiress went down hard to all fours, holding her neck as Bubblegum rained stomps on her vulnerable back and spine.
"You stupid little shit! You fuck with me!? You wanna break me!? This' what you get, you useless, centuries-old cunt! I'll kill you! I'll kill you myself!" she exploded in fury, releasing all her pain and rage in her verbal and phsyical attacks. When Marceline looked ready to collapse completely, she grabbed her by the waist and one leg, lifting her up off the ground and dragging her to the ropes before slamming her down, impaling her pale grey pussy on the ropes and getting another teary-eyed, choking scream from the beaten shapeshifter. She could only hold the ropes for balance, shivering and gagging as her pussy was crushed and tortured again, only for PB to spin and punch her in the face to put her flat on the mat. Marceline barely had time to wriggle and moan before Bubblegum jumped onto her belly, making her grunt as her still hefty hips landed on her. Marcy choked a moment before PB locked her hands around her throat and squeezed mercilessly.

"You cost me my tits you greedy little PIG!" Bubblegum roared at her, shaking her neck and gouging her thumb into her windpipe. Marceline's eyes fluttered as she gagged for air, clawing wildly at Bubblegum's face and tits. Neither gave her much grip, left to just paw and scrape at them with shallow scratches, ignored by PB's fury. Her lower body shifted into various forms, scrolling through a scaly reptile to a hairy beast to a writhing serpent, but her head remained the same, cut off from the changes by the chokehold. She gagged and spat up a messy stream of saliva, finally letting her natural body shift back, plus an extra tendril or two (left behind from her last form) laying slack. Apparently with all her powers, the power to breathe was one of her more pivotal ones.
Not content with the quiet demise of her hated rival, Bubblegum raised her freshly regrown hand to form a claw before ramming her fingers into the vampire queen's eyes. Marceline screamed hoarsely through her strangled throat as the two strong fingers gouged in deep, putting pressure on the tender sensory organs as her limbs flapped and flopped pathetically, PB breathing heavily and arm flexing to a point of bulging with effort to finish her off.

Suddenly the pressure tightened further, though this one accompanied by a scream from Princess Bubblegum. She straightened up sharply, revealing that one of Marceline's tentacles had snaked out into the crowd, retrieving her trusty battleaxe and having hacked it into PB's vulnerable side. The princess sat up to release Marceline, who inhaled loudly and wetly at the sudden ability to breathe. Bubblegum wailed and ripped the tentacle from the weapon, grabbing the handle and trying to delicately tear it free without hurting herself further. Her eyes watered with the pain as Marceline herself staggered to her feet, Bubblegum trying to manage the pink, gooey blood running down her side.

Marcy threw all her weight into a kick for Bubblegum's knee, getting a satisfying crack as the princess fell screaming, holding her dislocated knee with one hand and the axe, still stuck in her side, with the other. The vampire rose and grabbed hold of PB's hair in a sharp, strong grip, so exhausted she could only move by pouring all her rage and vengeful hate into her muscles.
"Don't! Please, don't drink me!" Bubblegum gasped out, eyes wide and fuzzy with pain.

"Sure thing, sugar tits," Marceline sneered with her mouth full of fangs. True to her word, she raised a leg and braced her foot on PB's shoulder. One hand braced under her chin, the other in her gummy hair, pushing down with the foot as her other hands pulled up. PB screamed and spasmed as her neck stretched and stretched, her neck going as far as Marceline could pull it as it thinned out until it was no thicker than a rubber band.

"AOOOW! NO! NO! STOP IT!" PB screamed wildly in her grip, at this point Marcy so far off with her pull that she couldn't even reach her if she had the strength left.
"Say 'hey' to the nosebleed seats for me, bitch!" Marceline crowed before giving one extra hard rip. The elastic nature of her body made the neck snap loose, flying off into the bleachers as the crowd gasped, gagged, or cheered as Princess Bubblegum's still living, still screaming head flew over the first several rows like a foul ball. It plopped into Muscle Princess' lap with a wet squish, Bubblegum's head still wheezing and eyes fluttering, apparently still perfectly alive. Her body flopped to the mat, naked and powerless, however.
"Tell..." Bubblegum wheezed wearily. "Tell Peppermint Butler that the fight is over... and get the healing tanks ready." Her head then shut its eyes, flopping limply in the other princess' lap... snoring loudly and drooling over one cheek.

Peppermint Butler seemed to get the message all on his own, the bell sounding as the crowd exploded into cheers and Marceline struggled to pull her axe out of her opponent's body. She was tired and dizzy, so it didn't come easily, deciding to leave it for now and just raising her fist over her head to the crowd. Off in the Nightosphere, Hunson elbowed a torture demon in the ribs. "Ha! That's my girl! Only a thousand years old and STILL ripping the heads off royalty! Couldn't be prouder! You show em who's immortal, baby!"

A few candy kingdom folk started scraping together the spare bits of Princess Bubblegum and her dozing head. Mr. Cupcake stepped in to rip the axe from her and hand it back to Marceline, who slung it over her back so it was the only thing she was left wearing. She slid out of the ring at last, a bloodied and sweaty mess, before leaning over to kiss Finn on the cheek and strut her way out of the ring.
"That was nuts, huh?" Finn asked, fidgeting in his seat trying to deal with his confused arousal.
"That, buddy, is what we call a fetish," Jake said confidently as reeled in his arm like a measuring tape to fetch his camera.