Ranfan vs Videl part 2

Commissioned sequel to an older DBZ sexfight story I did a while back. After a humiliating sexual defeat by Ranfan at the martial arts tournament last year, Videl comes back batter prepared for her seductive techniques.

It was a year later, and the World Martial Arts Tournament came around again. Videl didn't have the best track record at the tournament, but she was determined to prove herself and get some payback on one particular fighter. She had entered the women's division once again, and as luck would have it her first round was against the same woman as last year.

However, the “same woman” looked quite different. Videl had lost to the seductive cougar last year, hoping for better odds now that she was 19. The cougar was gone, but the curly pink hair made it clear to still be Ranfan. It was too precise to even be her daughter, especially on such short notice when she'd never heard of her any time before.

"What are you staring at?" Ranfan asked as they waited backstage, giving Videl a flirty wink. "Looking to get in another quickie before the fight?"

"How did you change so much in the last year?" Videl asked sternly, unshaken by her foe's sexy attitude.

"Oh this?" Ranfan ran her hands down her sides, smiling wide. "I just got in some travel during the summer. I thought I'd get my old beach body back, and what better way than with a little visit from Shenron? One little wish and I'm back to my sexy young self back in my prime. Though as I recall, you quite liked the older model as well."

"You're right about one thing: that was a year ago. But I've changed a lot myself." Videl clenched a fist readily, Ranfan raising an eyebrow to see her remaining focused and unflustered by her teasing. "This year I'm more than ready for you."

The first rounds went by quickly: Yurin was beaten by Chichi, and Princess Snake ultimately won when Launch was disqualified for using a machine gun. The management called on Videl and Ranfan to go ahead to the main arena.

"You folks are in for a treat tonight!" The Announcer boomed over the mic. "We're about to witness a rematch between two competitors last year who had what some are calling the sexiest fight in the history of the World Martial Arts Tournament! Please welcome back the son of our champion, Videl!" The brunette stepped out with a more confident smile than last time, replacing her focused scowl and nervous waves. She wore some tight black gym shorts and her classic and simple white shirt.

"And her opponent, the runner up in last year's women's tournament, the gorgeous and suspiciously young-looking Ranfan!" The pink-haired beauty came out to many catcalls and whistles, waving and striding confidently to the ring. She wore a purple sleeveless top with some tight yoga pants that flattered her young figure. She smirked with a hand on her hip as she waited across from Videl, curious what she would bring to the fight this time and how easily she'd be able to overcome it.

"Annnd begin!"

Videl bound towards Ranfan and threw the first punch, but Ranfan dodged around it, she caught Videl by the arm and shoulder tossed her, but Videl contorted in midair and landed on her feet. She swept her leg under Ranfan's, and while the de-aged cougar tripped she similarly tilted herself to catch herself on her hands and backflip to safety.

"Not bad. Good to see your cute little body's still got that kick to it," Ranfan chimed sweetly. "Makes me wonder what you're hiding under all those clothes." The crowd whistled and cheered at the famously flirty fighter's teasing words.

"Why don't you come and find out?" Videl taunted back with a fearless smirk and a fighting stance.

"Oh, don't tempt me, little girl," Ranfan grinned.

"I'm not that little anymore, you shrunken old shrew."

"I'm 22 now, so I'm still bigger than you! Especially up here." Ranfan smiled and winked as she cupped her breasts and bounced them in her palms. She was surprised to find that Videl was unphased once again, though not unprepared.

Ranfan raised an arm and blocked a chop from Videl, sending a few high kicks back at her. Videl dodged left and right around them before Ranfan twirled and grabbed her by the front of her shirt. Ranfan grinned and prepared to yank it off of her opponent, embarrassing her once again... but Videl beat her to it. The brunette shifted her upper body to slide right out of her top, leaving Ranfan holding the empty shirt. The pink-haired fighter blinked at it in surprise as Videl threw a straight kick into her flat stomach. Ranfan grunted and slid back a few feet, but managed to stop herself short of leaving the arena. She glared back at Videl, surprised to see her confidently clad in just her shorts and sports bra without so much as a blush on her face.

"I told you, I've been training since last year. My mind and my body are stronger than ever, and your cheap tricks won't phase me!" Videl declared.

Ranfan fumed and tore the shirt in half with her hands before throwing it away. "Oh we'll see about that! The rules might say I can't kill you, but I'll watch you die of embarrassment in front of your fans!" Not about to be outdone, Ranfan peeled off her tanktop and threw it outside the ring, proudly showing off her tight-fitting pink bra. "Let's see how you stack up against the big girls!"

"Big is right," Videl laughed. "How did you manage to make yourself young but keep those saggy tits?"

Ranfan growled, not used to her lewd tactics and dirty talk being turned back on her. She had to up her game on all fronts for this one. She adjusted her stance and zipped in towards Videl with alarming speed, feinting around her and punching Videl in her bare ribs from behind. She wasn’t just younger but faster and stronger than last year, and had been training on top of that to get used to her new body.

"Young or not, I've still got twice the experience you do, young lady," Ranfan gloated. Videl whirled around with a high kick, but the young veteran ducked under it. She caught the raised leg and fondled Videl's crotch, but the brunette ignored it completely as she lifted her other leg and spun to kick Ranfan squarely in one of her big boobs. The pink-haired fighter grunted as her jugs bounced in her bra, sending her staggering back.

"Well I'm not the rookie you took me for last year," Videl countered as she followed through with her attack. She lunged after Ranfan, unleashing a flurry of punches that left the more seasoned fighter backing away, blocking just as quickly but unable to get past Videl's assault. She finally dove past her, a quick flick of her wrist letting her powerful fingers tear right through Videl's bra. She landed on one knee with a smirk as Videl was rendered topless, the garment falling apart as she had shredded it with a few expert swipes.

"Still so confident, little girl?" Ranfan taunted with a wiggle of her hips.

Videl did blush slightly, but she kept her focused stare. "Well don't go thinking you got off easy yourself."

"We'll see who's getting off when-" Ranfan started, but the delayed reaction kicked in. Videl had given a firm swipe at her when she'd dodged past, tearing hard enough on the front of Ranfan's bra that it slid off of her body in much of the same way. It was the mystically de-aged martial artist's turn to blush, even if she had planned to strip down as well.

"You really think you can beat me that easily, don't you?" Videl said, turning back to her opponent as she stepped out of her shorts. The crowd cheered wildly as the champion's daughter stripped to nothing but a practical but sexy black thong. "I've trained my body and mind to beat you this year, you old bag. Young or not, you're just like my dad always says: the worst kind of martial artist hides behind cowardly tricks."

The announcer blared over the arena, adding to the annoyance that Ranfan was already fuming over. "It looks like Videl has laid down the gauntlet as well as her pants! Can it be that she's learned from her defeat last year?! And will Ranfan be able to take on her equally steamy tactics? Found out next ti- err, right now!"

"You think you're tough just because you can show off those puny tits?" Ranfan frowned, taking the waistband of her yoga pants. She pull both them and her panties down in one go, baring her entire body to Videl. Even she had to be surprised as Ranfan threw her pants at Videl's face. She knocked them aside, but it left her open for Ranfan to slip behind her and wrap her arms around Videl's waist.

Videl had just enough time to blurt out a surprised "Hey!" before Ranfan suplexed her. It left Videl's boobs bouncing into her face while Ranfan's arched body and carefully spread legs flashed her pussy for the crowd. Videl kicked out of the hold, shoulders aching as she rolled onto all fours. Ranfan confidently shifted over to her knees, grabbing Videl by the hair and forcing her up as well. She was ready to slap the brunette, but Videl lunged in and kissed Ranfan full on the lips. While the act itself didn't particularly shock the flirty fighter, but the fact that it was coming from Videl did.

Videl caught her around the legs and pulled them out from under Ranfan, using them to bend her around into a boston crab. While flexible, the young Ranfan cried out at the pressure put on her hips and legs.

"Why you handsy, titless brat," Ranfan growled, pushing at the arena floor while her other hand flailed behind her to try to catch Videl's arm or hair.

"You're one to talk. You're more of a molester than a martial artist," Videl countered. "So I thought I'd give you a taste of your own medicine!"

With that, the champion's daughter forced Ranfan's legs apart and thrust two fingers into the more seasoned fighter's snatch. She gasped and stiffened as Videl continued to finger her, making even the lustiest of fighters blush from the unexpectedly sexual attack.

"How... how dare you!?" she blurted, beating a fist on the ground. "How did you learn to...!?"

"Fight like trash like you?" Videl smirked as her fingers curled next to Ranfan's clitoris. The pink-haired woman moaned and shuddered from the direct contact, making her nub of flesh start to stiffen as she grew wet. "Let's just say I got in some practice over the last year."

"You little slut!" Ranfan accused bitterly, continuing to fail at her struggles to escape. With Videl's hands more caught up on her playing with her pussy than holding her in place, Ranfan was able to clasp her thighs together around her arms. Videl hardly had time to gasp before Ranfan rolled sharply to one side, tossing her off and leaving them both on even footing again.

"What's the matter? Can't take your own 'attacks?" Videl taunted, holding up the offending fingers before licking the cream off of them. The crowd cheered for the sexually escalating match as Ranfan got her poker face back on.

"Please. Your moves are an amateur copy at best," the de-aged fighter scoffed. "Allow me to show you how a real woman does it." She darted after Videl, who threw a counter punch at the charging foe. Ranfan gracefully twirled around it with a sexy wiggle of her hips thrown in for good measure. She swung them sharply to one side and butt bumped Videl off balance, but just as she thought she was going to fall Ranfan grabbed after her. Videl instinctively braced for a hip toss or similar throw, but Ranfan knew her targets well. She instead caught Videl by her breasts, squeezing them both as the brunette was suspended in midair by nothing but her tits.

"You're lucky I could get a grip on such little handles," Ranfan cooed tauntingly as she dug Videl's fingers into her breasts. Videl winced a bit from the pain of Ranfan and gravity's pull, but the arousal reached her much more strongly. It didn't help when Ranfan started to run her thumbs over her hardening nipples. Videl bit her lip and grabbed for Ranfan's wrists, but she pulled her hands back just before she could. Videl gasped and moved to try to break her fall before she could hit the ground, but was surprised to find herself caught at the last second. Rather than her breasts, though, Ranfan had grabbed her by her thong, the elastic stretching out to keep her held up an inch above the ground.

"My my. You've even started shaving down there," Ranfan observed playfully. "Let's let the entire audience see your lovely handiwork!" She gave a sharp pull, tearing the panties off of Videl and sending her crashing to the ground rendered entirely nude. The crowd went wild to see both young and beautiful ladies left naked in the arena, Videl blushing as she stood back up. She was thrown off, but still focused enough to keep her mind on the fight.

"I knew it. You talk big, but you're still the same shy, clueless virgin that I met last year," Ranfan taunted, striding closer to her opponent. Videl scowled back and stepped up to meet her, both of their soft, bare breasts mashing together.

"If you think I'm beat already, you're the one who's clueless here," Videl defied. Ranfan threw a slap at her face, but Videl bobbed around the swing and got inside of her guard. She threw a quick punch across one of Ranfan's breasts, sending it jiggling as she gasped and grabbed her tender tits. Videl had little trouble from there grabbing her by the arm and sliding behind her, pulling the limb with her to trap her right in front of her.

"I see you still can't fight for shit," Videl taunted, mimicking Ranfan's own insult as she let her free hand reach around and grope at Ranfan's breast. Ranfan gasped and tried to slap at the invasive hand, but the younger fighter kept persistently stroking and pinching her tenderest spots. Ranfan let out a loud, needy cry as Videl pinched her nipple and pulled on it firmly, stretching out the jiggling breast before letting it bounce back into place.

"Now where was I before I was so rudely interrupted?" Videl mocked as she forced her hand between Ranfan's smooth thighs. She gasped and tensed up, trying to squeeze her legs together too late. Videl slid her leg between her opponent's to keep them apart enough for her curling finger to dig in deep. Ranfan tried to claw and tickle at her side with her trapped arm, but she seemed properly caught. Videl would have normally tried to make her submit through the pain of the hold or shove her out of the ring, but this was payback from last year. However much she resisted, Videl had indeed learned much about her finger work and Ranfan was soon moaning and dripping wet.

"Does this feel familiar, slut?" she hissed into Ranfan's ear before sucking on the lobe, getting another moan from the youthful older fighter. "The humiliation, the embarrassment...? Just like you did to me last time. Now you're going to be the cumming loser." She had to give in to a bit of sadistic glee as she felt Ranfan gyrating and shuddering in her arms. Her hips ground back against Videl's lap, giving her an extra sensation of pleasure from the mild vibration of her buns.

"I'll... get you for this," Ranfan growled but then let out a long, lusty howl as she shook in her opponent's grasp. Her cum sprayed out onto the arena's tiles, getting another big cheer from the audience. Videl smirked at her sexual submission, even if it wouldn't win her the match right away. She felt Ranfan's legs shake and hang weakly against her lap, so Videl gave her a casual shove towards the edge of the arena.

Ranfan staggered almost drunkenly towards the disqualifying area... and turned sharply around. She rubbed her crotch almost thoughtfully before she smirked at Videl. "Is that the best you've got? You didn't really think it would only take one orgasm to put me down, did you? Because I like your foreplay, but let's see if you have the commitment to match MY sexual power level."

"She's barely even phased?!" Videl thought in surprise, the moment's lapse in focus letting Ranfan whirl around and throw a high kick at her face. Videl snapped back to attention and caught the foot in mid-flight, giving her a widespread view of Ranfan's wet vagina and throbbing clit. She was mesmerized by the tempting sight, so before she could capitalize Ranfan leapt up and swung her other leg around. It ended up with a flying headscissors grabbing Videl's arms and using the sudden momentum to whirl and slam Videl's head off the arena floor.

While Videl groaned, she squirmed to find herself trapped in Ranfan's hold. She could move her feet, but Ranfan had her arms and head trapped. She was clever enough to leave Videl's neck between her calves rather than her thighs, keeping her away from her freshly orgasmed pussy. "Let me show you why I'm still the master of this fighting style," Ranfan purred, turning to one side and making Videl shout as the scissor clamped around her neck. Her hands were busy holding Videl's, but Ranfan could easily turn her head to bury her tongue in between Videl's thighs.

Videl was soon shaking with pleasure, eyes rolling back in her head from the embarrassing attacks she'd been put through. It was a humiliating and traumatizing experience last year, but she couldn't remember a time she had cum that harder than in that tournament. Her body remembered the moment fondly, and reliving it had her soaking wet in no time. She could hear the hated rival slurping up her feminine juices like a greedy pink pig, and she equally hated how aroused she was from the giggles and moans that vibrated inside of her. Ranfan pulled back just enough to blow against her clitoris, something that was entirely new and shocking. Her warm and wet insides tingled against the gently cool breeze coming from Ranfan's lips, and Videl let out a shrill scream as it ran through her tender nethers and through her entire nervous system.

"No! Noooo stop!" Videl howled lustily, even as her hips started to buck against Ranfan's face.

"You can tap ouuuut," Ranfan cooed. Even her insulting words sent a fresh shudder through Videl's body. "Go ahead and let everyone know who's the sexiest fighter alive and who's the weak little virgin."

"N-never! I'm not a... a... AHHHH!"

Videl's legs shook as she orgasmed in front of her many fans. Ranfan removed her mouth from her privates just to let the squirting stream splash out over the ring, letting everyone see the champion's daughter cum for her. Ranfan laughed merrily at the sight, licking her lips and fingers showily while Videl suffered through the pleasure beneath her.

"That's the power possessed by a REAL woman," Ranfan gloated while Videl pawed weakly at ther legs and ass. She savored her pathetic struggling at first, but Videl's strong hands suddenly squeezed at her thighs.

"Just one? Is that all?" Videl said with a smirk. She pressed her palms together and thrust both of her index fingers into Ranfan's pussy. The experienced fighter still shrieked and leapt to her feet, clutching her crotch that still tingled from Videl's surprising attack.

With the pink-haired woman so distracted, it was simple enough for Videl to rise behind her and grab her by the breasts. Ranfan bit her lip to try to contain her moans as Videl's hands squeezed and pinched at her chest enticingly.

"I told you I'm not pushover anymore," Videl tainted. Ranfan tried to elbow back at her, but the brunette easily saw the clumsy blow coming and shifted to avoid it. She moved her grip to take Ranfan by her thighs, lifting her legs while also putting her into a full nelson as she rolled her up and lifted her off her feet. Ranfan cried out in pain from the stretching hold, but mostly out of shame and outrage as her physically young pussy was stretched out for all to see. Videl had to put in some real effort to keep her opponent suspended like that, but it left her aroused and powerless.

"Put me down, you handsy little brat!" Ranfan demanded, kicking and thrashing uselessly in the air.

"Not until I return the favor, bitch," Videl laughed back, shifting down to one knee. Her hands weren't in the best position to arouse Ranfan, but she lowered her onto her extended knee and started to grind her back and forth. She could feel Ranfan's heat and wetness as her pussy slid up and down her leg, leaving a sticky trail in her way. "You're leaking already, slut" Videl mocked, purring into her ear as she kissed and nibbled on her lobe.

"Sh-shut up!" Ranfan stammered, unable to resist Videl's attack in any sense.

"It looks like the tables were turned!" the announcer called out at ringside. "Videl has some new... ah... specialized submission hold that has Ranfan in a sticky situation! Can last year's victor find a way to slip out of such a move?!"

After more struggling, the answer proved to be no. Ranfan squirmed and writhed, but while Videl couldn't really win the fight like this, she had the pink-haired fighter powerless. She kept grinding or dropping Ranfan onto her knee, soon feeling her hard clit bumping against the bony joint. Ranfan started to moan helplessly, which soon turned into a howl of pleasure as she added her own cum to the arena to match Videl's clear puddle not far off.

Videl smiled at her success, but Ranfan's shaking orgasm was proving more intense than she had expected. The brunette staggered just from holding onto the cumming martial artist, and she was lucky to notice that her intense thrusting was sending her stumbling towards the edge of the ring. Videl hurried to put Ranfan down and leapt aside, putting some distance between her and a ring out. Ranfan landed rather gracefully on her feet, even if her legs were a bit shaky.

Videl saw her easy opening and came in for a finishing blow. Ranfan was dizzied from her fresh orgasm and cornered at the edge of the ring as Videl lunged at her with a speedy punch.

Ranfan shifted aside at the last minute, leaving Videl hitting nothing but air. The brunette gasped as Ranfan grabbed her by the attacking arm and one of her breasts, using them as levers to whirl her around and force her back towards the middle of the ring. "Just because I made a little mess doesn't mean you can get sloppy," Ranfan chided in Videl's ear. She licked up her neck, making her shudder as she snaked a hand around to finger around Videl's pussy.

"You... aren't getting me that easy..." Videl grunted, twisting her body this way and that. Ranfan had to admit, she was starting to escape her grasp.

"Well don't think you've faced the full extent of my fighting style just yet. I still have my ‘forbidden technique."

"Wait! What do you mean 'forbidden tech- AHHHH!" Videl gave out a startled squeal as Ranfan suddenly released the hold. She dropped to her knees behind the brunette, grabbing her hips and pulling her thighs firmly apart before quickly sliding her tongue into Videl's ass.

Videl was paralyzed by the sensation, shuddering and knees crossing but unable to properly stop Ranfan's invasively sexual attack. Even Gohan hadn't gone back there before, so the younger and more straight-laced fighter was completely overwhelmed by the analingus.

Videl shuddered and fell to her knees, feeling every curl and flex of Ranfan's tongue. She felt and hated how felt it vibrate when Ranfan chuckled quietly behind her, grabbing Videl by the hair and forcing her face down on the arena floor. What small amount of actual struggling that Videl could manage weren't enough to free herself. Ranfan had her by the hips, one arm, and her hair, which had landed her in a crippling position as well as a sexually dominant one.

"Stop! Ahhn! Get... out of there!" Videl pleaded, but her eyes were fluttering. She was surprised at how sensitive she was back there, especially now that Ranfan was sucking on her asshole and getting her tongue in deeper. She could hardly think with such underhanded probing going on, much less gather her strength or fight back. At her most conscious, she could recognize the shocked or excited faces of the audience all around her that were witnessing her humiliation, to say nothing of all those watching on tv. She squirmed and pleaded as she scrambled helplessly on the floor, the announcer watching closely for any sign of literal submission.

Ranfan finally parted her mouth from Videl's asshole with a loud, wet pop of her lips. Videl let out a long, needy whine as the shocking tensation tingled inside her. The lack of pressure still left Ranfan's saliva trickling through her ass and running fdown between her cheeks and into her pussy. It was maddening, even with her oral attack having let up for now.

"Did anybody ever tell you what a cute little butt you have?" Ranfan chimed, teasing her fingers over her cheeks and groping her opponent's bottom. She planted a smooch on one of her butt cheeks, leaving a bright pink imprint of her lipstick on Videl's skin. "But you know what it's problem is?"

"Let me gooo!" Videl whined, though the lust and neediness in her tone was clear. Her body wanted to cum more than it wanted to escape, or at least to get more of this excitingly embarassing attention.

"Your little butthole here is just like the rest of you... it's all bitter and uptight." She started to trace a painted fingernail along her pucker, sliding two fingers into Videl. One went circling into her anus while the other slid into her soaking wet pussy. "I think you need me to loosen you up a little."

"Nooo... no, not like this. I was supposed to win!" Videl whimpered, even as her hips started to thrust back againt Ranfan's fingers. "I'd been training!"

"Then you should have trained to resist this... my finishing technique! Dragon's Fist!"

"Dragon's Fi- AHHHH!" Videl shrieked at the intense and deep sensation of Ranfan's penetrating attack. She had pressed all of her fingers against Ranfan's ass just to press it forward. Her fingers dug in deep beyond her sphincter, hooking her fingers and spreading it out to make room for the rest of her. With a few seconds of shoving, Ranfan had entirely fisted Videl's ass. Her anus held tightly around Videl's wrist as she pumped her arm in and out of the screaming Videl. Her whole body tensed to the point of paralysis, with Ranfan ramming deep into her virgin asshole.

Videl's shouts turned to deep, throaty moans, drooling over the arena and soaking the stone and her tits with her saliva. Ranfan saw that she had no further reason to restrain Videl now that she wore her like a hand puppet, so she freed up a hand to reach under her and start pinching Videl's clit. The champion's daughter's eyes rolled back into her head as she let out wordless gurgles of uncontrolable pleasure, panting like an animal lost in mindless heat.

"Go ahead and say it, little girl," Ranfan laughed, literally having Videl wrapped around her finger (all five of them). "Say you submit and I'll stop all of this."

"N-no," Videl grunted through her gaping mouth and shivering body. She was thrusting along with Ranfan's fisting enough that her tits dragged across the rough floor, exciting her nipples further.

"Then maybe I've been going about this the wrong way," Ranfan purred. She slid her fingers back out of Videl's pussy, letting it drip her overflowing juices on the floor. "Submit and I'll let you cum."

Videl's heart raced and she couldn't think of anything else. Ranfan had her bent over at such an angle that everyone could see her huge and pulsing clitoris, unable to keep it in check as it demanded its orgasm from her.

"Yyyyes! Oh god! Yes! I surrender! Just let me cum!" Videl finally pleaded. A gong rang out to signal Ranfan's victory, just as she licked one of her fingers and flicked Videl's clit. She bounced it back and forth against her fingertip like a speed bag until Videl finally had her screaming orgasm, squirting hard enough to reach off of the arena.

"And the winner by submission is Ranfan!" the announcer declared to the roaring and whistling crowd. "Wow, a real crowd-pleaser. At this point, I think we're considering making a new uh... 'adult' bracket for the tournament next year."

The medics came out to help Ranfan out of the ring, not that she needed it beyond simple having some shaky legs. She'd lost to her rival again, but on the other hand... she now had something new to try out with Gohan in the bedroom.

Southern Valley Sexfight High Chapter 3: Violation

Another piece from the patreon from a while back I forgot to drop on here. I've tweaked around the donations there to be free to view, just with donors having early access and able to vote on more and such. Anyway, decided to get into gym class for SV High and what kind of sports they'd have in a sexfight world.


Annie and the girls kept themselves busy at the club. Miss Climex (the fumbling headmistress that had met Annie at the bus and encouraged her to join) stopped by now and then to check up on them, and was delighted to confirm that the club was up and running properly again. She was their teacher representative in case they needed anything, but she tended to blush if she stayed too long and excused herself.
As far as their membership, Samantha liked having Bonnie around as someone who could match her size and strength and the Yu twins were glad to find someone to practice with besides each other. They had started acting like Juanita was their personal sensei after their loss. Annie didn’t mind that it was her advised strategies that had won their initial fight, since they were second nature to her by now. She’d been watching her mother’s sexfighting for so long that if she had all the information, she could tell how almost any matchup would go.
It was a bit of what made Miss Domsley's class so interesting. The History of Sexual Conquest was ancient and varied, and Annie knew a lot of it. Domsley went over it all in such detail and with such passion though, it was as if she had been there among Nippleon and Marie Menage-toinette during the French Sexual Revolution. Her class on the Erotic Arts was an interesting stop in the day, where Mrs. Deeply had them reading off the script for the play version of A Midsummer Night’s Wetdream.
Gym class remained Annie’s time to shine. For a while, Mrs. Feshel’s gym class was the standard practice Annie was used to. Training abdominal and thigh strength, grip exercises, basic stamina training by both chain orgasms and standard running and aerobics. Annie was pretty pleased to see her friends’ various strengths, and that she was staying near the head of the class without really bothering to try that hard. That day, she called the girls to line up after they were dressed in their loose and low shorts and belly-baring little tops.
Mrs. Feshel wasn’t the bull butch that everyone expected. She was a short middle-eastern woman, complete with a red dot on her forehead and some makeup to make her look even more exotic. She had a curvy, feminine figure, but Annie and a few others could recognize that her curves moved with an expert fluidity. Her skin moved more like Samantha and her tightly layered muscles than Bonnie’s soft fat. The full hips and maternal breasts were so accentuated because she had layered muscle exclusively around those parts. No easy task, Annie was well aware.
“Alright,” she addressed them. Her accent thick as her hips but her actual English probably a bit better than Annie’s. “Who here’s familiar with the rules for Violation?”
A few of the kids perked up at the proposal. Annie had done a little back in her prior school, and she’d played the more tame version back in middle school. A few kids put up their hands at the question, so Feshel ran them through the basics. It was a variant of capture the flag, the ancient game they’d traced to primitive times. The basics were the same: two sides, each with a flag on a stick in their territory with a neutral area in between. Whoever got the opponent’s back to their own designated spot was the winner. They game had developed over the years, particularly to incorporate various ideas from pro sexfighting. The main thing was the addition of the “succubus rule.” Players were taken out when their bottoms were removed, which turned them from players into “succubi.” They couldn’t go to either territory, hanging out in the no-woman’s land in the middle that got nicknamed “Hell” as a result of being full of succubi. They couldn’t score, but they could be brought back if their team got their panties back to their base.
“With that out of the way, we’ll need captains,” Mrs. Feschel instructed, and a bunch of hands went up. Vanessa VonFawkes had her hand up for the role of course. Annie scoffed at the sight of the blonde bully and her fake tits. Of course she’d want to be in charge of half the class. She thankfully didn’t have any of her regular courses with her, but they were known to cram the gym classes together. It saved time for all the cleaning needed for the equipment and grounds.
“Tammy,” the teacher called. “You’re blue team. Amanda. You’re captain for pink team! Start picking.” Tammy Roddin was an especially thin girl, with long dark hair that went down to her bony hips. Amanda Deeper was a curvy southern girl, the kind with a thick country accent, wore cowgirl boots everywhere and Annie felt positive that she owned a cowgirl hat somewhere. She even slipped in a “y’all” once in awhile. Anne found it kind of cute in a cartoony sort of way.
“This’ perfect, don’t you think?”  Annie nudged Suk as she sat next to her. “We can work on the group’s teamwork this way. I just tell her to pick the team cuz we’re top of the class and all. Classic sports movie shit.”
Tammy pointed over at Annie. “Ann. Let’s go.”
Ann nodded and sat up, patting the Asian twin on the shoulder. “See you in a sec.”
Amanda pointed over to Juanita. “I want Samantha.”
“Ok, NOW we might be a little fucked on that…” Annie muttered back at Suk. Armstrong shrugged at her teammate and went off towards Amanda.
“Vanessa,” Tammy added, the blonde bully standing up next to Ann.
“Oh, fuckin’ really?!” she snapped.
“I’m not looking forward to being seen with you either,” Vanessa scoffed as she cut in front of her. As the girls arrived at their respective captains, they stripped out of their shorts and stood in just their panties and tops.
The two captains went through their picks with more care as they went on, trying to avoid dead weight and make the most of their membership. It was odd numbers, which left Tammy with one extra in Mindy Sheepskin. Ann felt sorry for anyone picked last, even if she'd never been there herself. Still, Mindy looked like she fit the part. Short, glasses, boyish red hair, avoided eye contact and just a bit of extra weight on her little body that still left her fairly titless. She was short enough to vanish into a crowd, and didn't exude sexuality when you spotted her. Anne gave Mindy a small wave and an awkward smile as she came over and Feschel led them off to their battleground.
The space behind the gym was fairly spacious, even for a second-rate school. A lot of money went into these kinds of facilities to give them all sorts of land and equipment. There was a lightly wooded area, about the size of a football field and separated down the middle by an open stretch of grass that would be "Hell" for those knocked out. They were sent off to prepare until Mrs. Feschel whistled, Ann taking one last measure of the teams. They had broken into teams of 19 and 20. Ann and Tammy were with Vanessa and Mindy, with Teresa and Suk (Vanessa's taller thug). Samantha, Juanita, and Fak were both over on Amanda's team and heading in the other direction.
"One more thing!" Feschel called to them as they parted. "Winning team gets a boost to their wifi for the weekend." Annie could see the girls' faces light up at that. That threw out any possible chances of subterfuge. The slackers would want to stream their shows and porn during their time off, and the overachiever study types would... well, do the same thing. Just different reasons.
"Sorry, roomie!" Juanita called across to her. "I'll let you use my internet when I'm done!" The class giggled.
"Sure. I'm gonna beat that fat ass so bad they'll take your net away and turn you Amish!" Annie called back to more laughs, including Juanita's. Finally split up, Annie went over to Tammy. "So, captain. What's our strategy?"
The waifish girl looked back lazily. "I didn't pick you and VonFawkes so I could boss you around," she droned. "I got you because I figured one of you would take care of everything. Just... do whatever?" she offered before they reached the tiny mound with their flag at the edge of the little forest.
"I'll take out Fak," Suk insisted firmly.
"Think you can?" Annie asked. "Cuz y'know, I'd much rather you just beat whoever's there."
"I have to! If anyone beats my sister, it's me! How else will I impress Master Cono." Annie bit back a snicker at that comment. The twins had gotten sort of clingy ever since Juanita had beat them both so soundly.
"Well I say me, Teresa and Annie flank them while the rest of you go head on," Vanessa spoke up more seriously. "It'll draw them out so we can pick them off or swipe the flag before they know we're there."
Annie hated it when Vanessa had a good idea. "Well Sam's definitely going to want to go head on. And by the looks of it, Amanda will back her up with a cavalry charge bullshit. The girl looks like she likes to show off."
"See? You guys got this," Tammy smirked lazily. "Bad guys cant figure out your strategy if you don't have one."
"Maybe we should save ourselves some time and strip Annie now," Vanessa grinned at her rival. "Let her hold down Hell while we do the real work." She reached over and snapped the elastic of Anna's panties.
"Oh, don't go popping your balloon tits on a branch, dipshit," Annie snapped back (even if the branches had been meticulously trimmed to stay out of harm's way). The whistle sounded before either of them could follow up, and the girls took off running. A few shouts and hoots from the other side made it clear the other team was doing the same. Ann glared back at Vanessa, rolled her eyes and nodded ahead, the two of them breaking off. "Good luck with the whole incest fight, thing, Suk."
"This night, I will stain the grass with my sister's cum!"
"Like that moxie. Keep up the crazy!"
The real pros could pull some crazy stuff on a Violation field; staking out ambushes, creating literal false flags, strategic head games, climbing and then jumping tree to tree. Even if Annie could pull it off, she wouldn’t feel like being a tryhard. Teresa had broken off when Vanessa ordered her to spread out in case they were found, but it didn’t sound incredibly likely. There were random squeals and shouts from the middle of the playing field as they headstrong part of the team ran right into each other. There were always girls who were interested in winning, and those who just wanted an excuse to strip their friends in the middle of the woods.
Samantha had powered right into Hell, her non-stop fitness training leaving her a good twenty feet in front of the rest of her team by the time Tammy’s crew spotted her. She ran right for them, briefly catching Suk’s eye and dodging around each other. It wasn't so much for the team's sake as if was that they were both clearly gunning for their own targets. A couple of girls from the other class came after Sam as their only opponent nearby, but she shoulder checked the first one hard enough to send her winded to the ground. The other grabbed at Sam's waist to go for her panties, but the athletic girl hopped back to let her nearly fall over trying as she overreached. Samantha grabbed the side of her attacker's panties, yanking down and away at just the right angle to not only rip them off of her but send the girl tripping over them as she crashed into the grass. A sharp whistle from their teacher marked her as out, but she'd hardly gotten it out before Sam grabbed her first attacker by the panties and tore them off in one strong yank. Another whistle, another out, leaving the girls to trudge to the far side of the Hell zone before they could start attacking as demons. It left Samantha to continue her rampage, gunning for the other team captain while the rest of her team caught up to add to the chaos of stripping and squealing girls.
"You're not getting past me, you tubby traitor," Teresa snapped, cutting into Bonnie's way. Vanessa's current toadie and her former goon faced off at one edge of the sexual battlefield.
"Then I better go through you," Bonnie smirked. Her confidence had been starting to restore itself, especially with Annie explaining the tricks and actual strategies behind a lot of the heavyweight sexfighters. She rushed in and grabbed onto Teresa's jersey, the busty athlete pulling the heavier girl into a rough kiss. Rather than resist or lean into it, Bonnie swung her hips forward, riding the momentum and humping her hard enough to send Teresa stumbling back. Teresa was visibly startled by the actual maneuver from her thuggish former ally.
"It hasn't been that long since I was one of Vanessa's bitches," Bonnie smirked at her. "Still not used to people who fuck back, are you?"
Teresa blushed and snarled, charging in again. Bonnie thrust out her full-bodied front for a well-timed combination belly bump, hip slam, and boob ram that sent the scrawnier girl bouncing right back. She caught her footing and was going to try to get through Bonnie's husky defenses when Juanita jumped onto her back, groping at Teresa's shapely boobs.
"Ahh! Get it off!" Teresa yelped, Bonnie just blinking in surprise.
"Wheee! Free boobie back ride!" Juanita squealed giddily, pulling at Teresa's shirt until her breasts spilled out. Once her hands went up to her chest, the Spanish sexfighter slid down her body and grabbed her panties on the way, yanking them around her ankles. Another whistle sounded. "Looks like you're out," Juanita noted brightly, patting the bully on the butt. She growled and stomped off to the side of the field.
"As soon as I'm out of this, you're dead," the threatened, jabbing a finger at the smiling Cono.
"Too late! Already in Hell!" Juanita called back cheerily.
"Thanks, but I had that," Bonnie said with a meager smile. "But uh... Juanita?"
"Yea?"
"Why are you already naked?"
Juanita looked down as if she just recalled that she was entirely bottomless, wearing nothing but her t-shirt that barely served to cover her thick hips. "Oh, that. I got myself out on purpose and threw away my panties," she confessed.
"Why?"
"Why not? This is the fun part! Running around butt-naked and grabbing unsuspecting girls! Woo!" She ran off with a silly grin on her face back into the fray. "Hi Fak! Hi Suk!"
The twins let out a wordless scream as they tore into each other. Fak had Suk by the hair and down on her knees, while Suk was pulling at her panties from below as they shoved and slapped at each other wildly,
Up ahead, Annie was going over the basics in her head. Samantha and Juanita were probably going to be tearing up her team, but Juanita was definitely out by now. She didn't keep track of silly things like defense, and would much rather raise some trouble in Hell. Bonnie's weight and size would make stripping her hard unless someone surprised her, so she'd at least last for a while. Unless Tammy had some kind of secret going on, she didn't imagine her lasting long either. Suk and Fok were going to cancel each other out, so overall, the middleground was going to be tilting in the other pink team's favor. It would basically come down to her and Vanessa's ability to not kill each other and get that flag.
"Try to keep up, fatass," Vanessa ordered as they jogged through the woods.
"I'm just letting you stick with me. I'd think those big fake pieces of wind resistance would slow you down," Annie shot back.
"You are such a little brat."
"I'M the brat?! Who's miss rich tits who threw around blackmail because I didn't want to join your shitty elitist club instead of the ACTUAL sexfight club?"
The blonde rolled her eyes. "I just wanted to find out why you were a nutjob to turn that offer down. I didn't think you'd actuallly sucked your way out of Saint Nookie's. Or rather, that you couldn't suck GOOD enough to stay in."
"Okay, you know what? I'm sick of you. You think you're so hot and so rich that you're better than everyone else! You don't work for anything, and you expect everything."
"Really?!" Vanessa snapped, turning around to stop and glare at Annie. "How is that ANY different from you? Miss 'mama was a champion, sister is a prodigy, perfect genes for a perfect fighter but I'm too fucking brilliant and talented to give a shit' bitch?"
Annie's face burned red. That had hit somewhere special. She had been born and raised a sexfighter. It was in her blood and body and pussy, and her family had been teaching her strategies since kindergarten and always encouraging her to find girlfriends to practice with. It was a privilege. It was an honor. And Annie hated it. She didn't want to live in the shadow of her mother's tits forever. She wanted to have an orgasm without it being compared to her Olympian sister's.
"I never said that!" Annie screamed at her. "People tell ME that! Doesn't make it true! Fuck, it doesn't make what I say about YOU true either! Just... be your fucking self! Just because you're rich doesn't mean you have to be such a stupid, nosey, self-righteous cu-"
Annie stopped in mid-curse, and Vanessa frowned back at her. "We just totally blew our cover, didn't we?" Annie nodded and she sighed, whirling around as the two girls left on defense tried to ambush them.
Annie ducked under an attempted headlock, grabbing the curvy redhead that came at her by her tits. She buried her fingers into the back of her breasts, giving her a stinging grip of her pectoral muscles to jiggle her breasts as her thumbs dug into her nipples. The girl gave a short, lusty gasp before Ann clapped the big tits together and ducked low, grabbing her leg and leaning up to shoulder-toss her over her back, hanging onto the panties to let gravity pull the girl right out of them.
At the same time, Vanessa grabbed the wrist of the short brunette who went for her panties. The blonde bully grabbed back at her attack's thong, but she responded in kind by locking up both of their hands. The brunette kissed her suddenly, but Vanessa thrust her chest forward. Her big round boobs pushed the brunette back, trickling spittle between them as she was forced to let go. The ambushing student came at her again, but Vanessa turned sharply and tit-slapped her across the face. The brunette went down to her knees, rubbing her cheek with a puzzled blush until Vanessa stomped onto her back, pinning her down and ripping the thong off in one go.
"Sloppy, but nice," Annie said with a nod towards Vanessa. They tossed the panties up into a low tree branch as the girls went running back to Hell as the whistles blew again.
"What can I say? Some like it sloppy," Vanessa smirked at her.
"Well when you cum as big as you do behind the bleachers..." Annie muttered, getting a glare from her rival. "But that means we're close to the flag. Let's just follow their trail and we should be able to end this."
The two arrived at the low hill and the flag on its peak tied to a pole like a nipple of Gaia. Amanda Deeper was there beside it, the chesty blonde cowgirl in just her American flag panties, flannel top and cowgirl boots. "Heard you gals comin' for a while now. Too busy bickerin' to make it here any quicker?" she chided in her Southern drawl.
"Well it's a high noon showdown, cowpoker," Vanessa replied with a dry tone and roll of her eyes. "We get it. Yay Texas. Now come on. You get her and I'll get the flag."
"Heck no. Why me, you big glory hog?" Annie protested.
"Because I can stick the flag in my cleavage and keep my hands free if I get caught again. And you haven't got the rack for it." Ann hated when she was right.
"Fine. Just go already," she decided. The two girls rushed up either side of the hill, Amanda quickly turning and pushing Vanessa in her hefty  boobs. She only misstepped a bit, but fell back a few more steps as she nearly fell down the hill. Annie grabbed the pole of the flag, deciding the plan was scrapped. Amanda spun back around and pulled on the rope that tied the flag to it, leaving Ann to just pull away an empty stick. Annie stared for a second before Amanda reached for her crotch, making Ann jump away. She still caught the hem of it, tugging her panties down enough to bare the top of her bush but not fully off.
"So you do know what you're doing. Better than we've got," Annie said, nodding back towards their own flag to indicate Tammy's apathetic leadership.
"And it looks like your South is rising again," Amanda grinned, nodding towards Annie's panties. She tugged them back up.
"Fuck you for being so cute," Ann laughed as Vanessa came charging in behind her again. She grabbed Amanda's panties, but she lifted up her leg and clamped them around Vanessa's arm. Ann tried to rush up the hill again to help her, but Amanda turned so that she forced Vanessa to shift her position with her. The hill only had so much space at its small peak, leaving Ann with no good way around her rival and teammate. Amanda used that time to quickly work with the rope from the flagpole, binding Vanessa's wrists with it and swiftly hogtying her in an embarrassing bondage position. She was left resting on her tits, ass thrust up in the air and legs spread out wide.
"Damn, you even do rodeo bondage?" Ann whistled. "Any other country and you'd have been married off by now." She eyed the grass quietly. The flag was on the ground, neglected by Amanda and with a team not allowed to move their own flag around directly. It wasn't going anywhere unless they moved it.
"Well I sure wasn't just shuckin' corn back on the ranch," Amanda grinned. She nudged Amanda with one foot, sending her tumbling down the hill in a quick string of curses. "King of the hill, rodeos, mud wrasslin'... we pass the time."
"Makes sense. So I gotta ask... however this badass showdown goes, would you wanna join the sexfight team? We're back on our feet, but we can always use more."
Amanda smiled and brushed her hair from her eyes. It looked as if she tried to tip a hat to Annie but forgot she wasn't wearing it. "Sorry, hon, but I'm doin' my own way. Mama always told me if it ain't your own path, it ain't worth walkin'." Ann stared at her blankly for a moment. "What's the matter?"
"Oh. Sorry. I guess I was just memorizing you saying that so I can go masturbate to it later." Amanda laughed at her, Annie grinning slightly as she nodded over at Vanessa. "Were you gonna finish her off before we do this?"
"Naw. If I do, she's back in Hell and making trouble for the others. Might even steal someone's panties to get back in. Tied up, she's just stuck there."
"Smart move," Annie admitted. "Let's see what you think of this one!" The young prodigy darted at her, grabbing for Amanda but the cowgirl dodged aside. She reached for a counter-snatch on Snatch, but she dug the flagpole into the ground and whirled around it like a stripper, neatly evading Amanda's hands.
"No touching the dancers!" Annie gloated as she kicked into Amanda's ankle. She lost her footing, tumbling back down the hill and landing on her back with her legs splayed out awkwardly. "Gotcha now!" Annie chimed, rushing down the hill as she'd robbed the blonde of her high ground. The two landed in the grass together, tumbling and wrestling as they mashed hips and chests together. Another whistle sounded off in the distance. They were still losing players, so they had to settle this now.
"Ann! What are you doing?! Get me out of here so I can get the stupid flag!" Vanessa ranted at her, squirming helplessly in her ropes. "How the hell did the hick do this?! This is fucking ridiculous! You fucking bumpkin slut!"
"The dirty talk's not necessary! I got this!" Ann shouted back at her, but Amanda pulled on her arm to make Ann fall closer to her. She rolled Ann onto her back, but the freckled girl lifted a leg to grab at Amanda's panties with her toes. Amanda shifted herself higher up, pushing her tits into Annie's face and evading her feet all at once. The blonde squeezed Ann into a headlock, but Ann grunted and threw her weight fully in the same direction. She almost turned herself upside down in the process, but it let her wrap her legs around the cowgirl's neck. She let out a quick gag as Annie secured the head scissor, turning back down and dropping her into the grass.
"Gotcha!" Annie declared, tightening her thighs around her. Amanda's moans excited her pussy, dampening her panties but leaving her unable to escape. It turned out she didn't have to, as after a few long seconds Amanda bit into the fabric and pulled back like a dog, tearing the simple panties right off. The whistle went off again, and Ann caught her breath as she seemed to catch up to why they were fighting in the first place.
"Good trick," Amanda praised as Annie finally let her go. She held up Ann's panties to her face, giving them a sniff with a smile. "And nice panties. I think I'll keep those here, if you don't mind. I'm sure a tricky gal like you'll find some more out back in the Hell parts."
"Dang. If anyone, I always figured Vanessa would be the one to go to Hell. I tell her all the time."
"Fuck you, Annie!" the bound blonde snapped. Annie just sighed and turned to walk bare-assed back to the middle of the field. She heard a few more tweets as people rejoined and left the mayhem in the middle of the field. Ann arrived to see everyone still fighting around. Juanita being a general hellion, the already bottomless twins still wrestling each other over the one pair of panties they hadn't destroyed to try to rejoin the game. Samantha had a trio of girls left in her wake, on top of however many she'd beaten before just now, right as she ripped the panties off the enemy Tammy. She had been stalling by hiding behind her teammates and letting them reclaim the panties strewn all over Hell.
Annie just reported to the designated area to become a succubus, but sat there and waited. She finally heard the faint "Psst!" from the nearby trees. She looked up, and sure enough there she was. Mindy Sheepskin, the chubby little geek and last to be picked, carefully flashed the pink flag for Annie to see. She nodded subtly back, nodding to the other side of the field while nobody was looking up from the chaos. The mousey girl scurried off, quietly more than quickly as she dropped Annie a spare pair of panties she'd salvaged along the way from the guards that Ann and Vanessa had beaten before.
Annie had lingered long enough to wave Mindy along after her and Vanessa. She knew they would argue. She knew they'd be prime targets as two of the toughest and better known girls in the school. They'd be loud, flashy and dangerous, which would make it easier for the smallest and quietest of to sneak in. Vanessa hadn't known about it, but when she saw Mindy sneaking in during their showdown with Amanda, she had at least pitched in by shouting and making even more noise than ever to cover her path. She'd crept in, swiped the flag and booked it right back. She wasn't in the best shape, but she was pretty unnoticeable when she wanted to be. Ann didn't other putting up much of a fight in Hell, just chilling the last minute or so until the last, long whistle blew. The game was over, and blue team won.
The remaining girls in the middle looked up confused, most of them asking who had won and how. "Well, I'm not exactly taking ALL the credit," Annie grinned as she stepped out into the main crowd. "But I'll tell you girls all about it over dinner." She nudged Juanita in the ribs. "Don't worry. I might not let you use my password, but the one thing better than watching porn is watching it with a best friend." Juanita giggled and kissed Ann on the cheek. If nothing else, Annie was exaggerating a bit. She wasn't kidding earlier; seeing the busty blonde Texan kick her ass and tell her about the importance of walking her own way like a big-titted spirit animal... that was going to have her masturbating in the shower tonight. Maybe twice...
Headmistress Kelly Climex was in her office, sifting through the latest reports. The full-hipped blonde was sitting in tight black lingerie and stockings, always thinking best with that tight and silky sensation on her skin. Southern Valley's Sexfight High was always on something of a tight budget by others' standards, but she made do. She was overworked to a point of being awkward outside of anything not involving paperwork, but she made it work. With the sexfight team going with some promising young faces involved, she could take that off her to-do list and just manage their official match schedule. That was much easier to do as it was, and she could likely get more funding if they had some results. She might even be able to hire a secretary or two that could handle this kind of number crunching for her rather than a glorified pussy-licker when she was feeling over-worked. Of course, that was more and more often lately, and it was starting to lose its magic of having a woman climb under her desk and eat her out while she did the budget. She wanted something a little more deep and intimate sometimes... and of course, someone who could appeal to her ever-present subby side. She sighed and stood up to pull her skirt and suit back on over her lingerie. Maybe some day when she was less busy.

Skullgirls Shortstacking: Ms. Fortune

Recent change of pace, got asked to do a transformation scenario based on Skullgirls. Never played it since I wasn't too into fighting games (just the ladies from them...), but a sentence or two to go off of was all I needed. Fortune gets turned into a caricature of herself, shrank down to a shortstack mini version of herself, and reduced to a horny, ditzy little lady

Tommy Gunne was no veteran to the Medici crime family, but he was a trusted member who had paid his dues. It was why they trusted him with what the higher ups were calling The Shrinker, but Tommy didn't feel like that quite cover everything the device did. He was somewhere between The Imper Gun and The Dame Compactor, because it seemed to take everything about the target, simplify it, and then crank those aspects up. Tommy had seen what it had done to the other lady members who had found the gadget during a raid and came out changed for life. Startling at first, but hard to complain about it from his point of view. It felt more human than just mowing them down in a hail of gunfire.

They had given him the device and his first target: Ms. Fortune, the invincible cat burglar. They had tried countless times to stop the vengeful catgirl, but she had consumed the Life Gem that left her effectively immortal and more than capable of taking out pretty much anyone they sent after her. That was where Tommy and the Shrinker/Imper/Shortstacker/Compactor/whatever the hell came in.

It took a bit of doing to find her, but soon the catgirl was cornered. The white-haired neko was in her short shorts and tight top, darting through alleyways towards her next target when Tommy got in her way. He had caught wind of her trying to hit up the ruins outside of town for some relics, figuring out her route and cutting her off in the alley. He wasn't an especially intimidating looking guy, wearing the generic trench coat and fedora of a Medici goons. A short beard and head of bright red hair at least made him stand out a little bit.

"Another one of you Medici rats!" Ms. Fortune snapped, bounding back and readying her claws. She was just as quick and the claws just as sharp as everyone had reported, making Tommy glad he wasn't going to have to test the reflexes and endurance of the scarred up catgirl. "I'll be glad to turn you into my next scratching post!"

"Cat puns. I get it," Tommy smirked. "Real cute. So let's make you a little cuter." He raised his weapon while Ms. Fortune pounced at him. She was ready to dodge, but the beam from The Imper was an almost invisible burst of purple from the gun-like gadget's wide mouth. Fortune didn't get far before the beam consumed her, making her stagger dizzily. Her clumsy steps let her fall flat on the alley's cold stone when one of her legs shrank to about half its normal size. She let out a startled yowl before the other leg did the same, puffing out her hips as if it had swallowed up all the flesh that had just vanished.

"Heyy! What's the meowning of this!?" she demanded as her arms were sucked down to similarly childlike proportions. Like her hips, her breasts shot out to very much NOT childish shapes as they became bigger than her head. They stretched out her top until her tits started to spill out over the top of it. Her head shrank slightly to fit her new figure, but her tail and ears remained fully sized. She looked like someone had made a sexy caricature out of her and paid special attention to her curves. She mewled as she tugged at her suddenly tight-fitting clothes.

"How's the new look suit you?" Tommy grinned, looking over the half-sized Fortune with twice the hips and tits that she had before.

"Nyot bad," she purred in a sweeter, slightly higher voice. Her tail kept whipping in a thoughtfully idle way. "But these shorts are really riding up on my pussy."

Tommy frowned at the Imper Gun. He wouldn't have minded leaving the cat puns behind, but he supposed it did exaggerate a lot of things about the subject. They had zapped one of the sassier girls in the gang in the early testing, and she ended talking like she had tourettes by the time she was shrunk down. But Tommy still had his tests to do. He had to confirm the "kill," as it were.

"Hey there, kitty cat. You want to play?" he offered, patting his calf to catch her attention as he stuffed the device back into his trench coat. Despite the demeaning tone, the catgirl's ears perked up as she turned to him.

"Ooh! Yes please!" she chimed, any hatred towards the Medici seemingly gone from her mind. She scampered over on all fours, making her tail and big butt rise up into the air before she squatted in front of him, her short-clawed hands raised in a mimicry of an actual cat's paws.

"Good girl," he said with a smile, petting her silvery hair between her ears. She purred happily, eyes shutting and started to rub her face against his leg in a vastly more docile manner. The lab tests seemed to be right; if nobody made any aggressive moves against the shortstack versions, they were quite friendly and cooperative. "Now how about that fun?"

Ms. Fortune's tail whipped more eagerly as he unbuttoned his pants, pulling his shaft out through his shorts. The cat burglar's eyes widened and she instantly started to drool. Whatever the weapon exaggerated, it tended to hit sexual instincts extra hard. Every girl hit by the Shortstacker went wild over the very notion of sex, and apparently Tommy whipping it out in an alleyway was still more than enough foreplay to get Fortune in the mood.

"Now THAT'S a cat toy I could sink my teeth into!" she chimed happily before flashing him a wink. "Not literally, anyway. But I'd be glad to use other parts of my mouth, as long as you don't mind a little sandpaper tongue."

"Be my guest," Tommy said with a gesture. She opened her mouth with her cute little kitty fangs, having to stand up to her full, diminished height to reach him. Fortune popped his cock's head into her petite mouth, happily sucking away on the tip. Her eyes fluttered and she sighed contently, giving happy little meowing noises as she worked him around in her mouth and took his cock in her paws. She looked absolutely content just to have a dick in her, just like the other horny little test results.

"That's a good kitty. You like sucking dick like that, don't you?" Tommy teased, continuing to rub his fingers through her white mane. She mumbled something through her mouthful of cock, trying to look up and face him. In her ditzy lust, there was a quick popping noise as her neck detached from her head. It was entirely bloodless, as part of her powers with the Life Gem including breaking herself into pieces, though it was still a sight to see. Ms. Fortune's neck turned this way and that, as if not aware of where the rest of her had gone. For an immortal thief, she was certainly was awfully clutzy all of a sudden.

She caught her own head by the ears and pulled it off by the stranger/hitman's cock. She hung in her own grip with a drooling smile. "Oh you bet! It's so nummy! I can't wait for you to give this cat the cream!"

"Well then how about we try something special?" Tommy offered with a grin. "It'll get you out of those tight little clothes you're wearing."

"Oh, gladly! I couldn't pawsibly stand these things any more!" The catgirl hurried to undress herself, stripping naked in the middle of the alley.

Even though she was shorter and chubbier, she still had much of the quickness and acrobatics that being both a cat and a thief granted her. With some direction from Gunne, she flipped herself into a handstand with her butt resting against the wall. Her chubby little legs spread out in a near perfect split, no hesitation as she parted her pussy for him. She balanced her detached head on her plump butt cheeks, smiling pleasantly as Tommy pulled his pants down to his knees. Ms. Fortune maintained her balance with surprising skill as she let Tommy fuck her against the wall.

It was nothing quite like any other girl Tommy had been with. She was curvy and tight, that was for sure, and the acrobatic position slapped her dangling and scarred breasts against his knees. She absolutely loved it, taking it so passionately that it was as if she had been waiting for his cock all her life. Most noticeably, though, was her head resting right against her pussy, stretching out her tongue to lick and suck on his cock as he fucked her silly.

"Ooooh, that's the stuff!" Fortune cooed out happily, her voice vibrating occasionally when Tommy pushed deep and hard enough into her. "Pump that pussy, big guy! Don't be afraid to get a little rough with me. It's not like you're gonna break anything."

Deciding to take her up on that, Tommy pushed her down to her shoulders. Fortune didn't seem to mind being half-laid out in the random alley, even when he straddled her hips and started pounding down into her like a jackhammer. Her breasts bounced beneath him, jiggling hard enough that he wondered if they would fall off like her head did. The head in question was still resting on one of her thighs, pressed into his crotch so she could suck on his balls while he fucked her. The catgirl's happy mewling and purring vibrated his balls, encouraging him to cum that much sooner. Fucking both her mouth and pussy at once was enough for Tommy to cum inside her.

Ms. Fortune let out a cute and high-pitched meow as her ears folded down flat. As soon as his hot cum had settled into her, her hips bucked hard enough that he had to catch her head from flying off as she came as well, squirting messily over her own abs and tits. She started mewling like a needy kitten as she licked hungrily over his cock, sucking up all the cum she could get. When his dick was clean, she even picked up her head and shove it into her pussy. Tommy pulled back out and watched with a sort of grim curiosity as she eat herself out, dirtying her face with his cum just to get at more of it.

That was another part of the side effects according to the reports. The shortened girls were horny as could be, to the point where they became unsettled and showed signs of withdrawal if they weren't kept sexually satisfied. They weren't able to get pregnant in this form, so it wasn't clear why they wanted it so much, but some of the studies showed that the imped girls were miraculously able to live off of a diet of cum. It was just one more reason for the Medici to want their enemies zapped and left in this state.

"Hey, kitty cat," Tommy said as he picked her head up by the hair. Even having just cum, she moaned and wriggled her detached hips at him in a headless little dance. He picked the body up by her shoulder and popped her head back on. "Why don't you come with me? I know a place where they'll give you fun surprises like that all the time."

"That sounds like so much fun!" Ms. Fortune gasped, licking the cum from her face. "What could paw-sibly go wrong?"

Tommy sighed and reached into his trench coat. He'd miss that little piece of ass, but not the puns. He popped out a leather case, a pet carrier just big enough for her to squeeze into. "Well hop on in. I'm sure the boys will just love you there." The Medici were always looking for more girls for their brothels, after all. An overly busty catgirl should fit right in.

"My my! What a cute couple of toms you are!" she catcalled to the newest batch of customers. Ms Fortune was loving her new job. They gave her a nice cushy room to live in and everything! And best of all, the customers there were always in the mood for some dirty fun (exactly what she was always looking for herself). She bobbed her hips side to side, still squishing some of the cum from the last customer around inside her. The short catgirl had taken right to her job, gladly wearing the sleazy cocktail dress they'd gotten for her. They didn't make anything exactly in her proportions, but she was happy to flirt with the customers with her giant tits half-spilling out of her top and her tail and ass sticking out of her thong. Her hips were big enough to stretch the dress to its limits and her bare cheeks peeked out from under her dress.

Ms. Fortune strutted up to a pair of young male customers, nuzzling her cheek against each of their legs in turn like a bipedal house cat. "How about it, boys? I've got nine lives and about that many holes. I always say the more the merrier in my line of work!"

"Oh, sure," one of them agreed after a quick nod from his friend. Ms. Fortune beamed cheerily up at them before turning around and pointing at another man talking with the girls. "How about you too!? You look like you've got more than enough for a li'l sex kitten like me. In fact..." She popped off her head and held it as high as she could in the air. "Everyone who wants in! I'm half your height and half off for the next half hour! Heck, make it a quarter price! All my clothes must go and everyone must cum!"

It was the only relative downside the Medici had encountered by employing their peppy little whore. She was eager for sex and was clearly thirsty for cock. She didn't care about getting paid so much as she cared in making people cum inside her. She didn't care if it was male or female (though naturally more men came by the brothel), so long as she felt that warm reward soaking around inside of her. It left to her doing these kinds of stunts, lowering her prices or handing out freebies when she was feeling especially horny.

Ms. Fortune had gathered six men to come with her to her room by the time she was done shouting and waving her head around. Her novelty and attractiveness brought in plenty of customers chasing the piece of tits and tail time and time again.

She set herself in the middle of the bed, taking the boys from all sides with every part of her nimble body that she could. She laid out stroking two of the dicks with her soft-pawed feet and jerking two more with her hands. She was kissing a fifth man on the mouth, holding his head down at her level while her tail reached out and wrapped around the sixth man's shaft. She was already purring in delight, realizing that there was probably more cock on the bed than her entire body by sheer mass alone.

"Nyaa, there's all my good boys. You all know just how to make this kitty purr!" She mewled, turning her head to suckle on one of the stranger's cockheads before going back to kissing the eye-level lover. He was one of her regulars, so he was familiar with her various tricks and wants. He gave a sharp tug, popping her head off and sitting back at the head of the bed, sliding her mouth over his cock and pumping her up and down. She closed her eyes serenely for a moment, giggling around her mouthful of dick before opening her eyes, glad to find that he had left her facing her body so she could watch herself pleasuring the half-dozen strangers.

Ms. Fortune shifted her body around to a more enticing position. She rolled onto all fours, spreading her legs for the two men she had been seeing to with her feet. Even detached from her body, she soon felt them jostling for position inside of her, one taking her asshole while the other invaded her pussy. Her body shuddered from the intense pleasure and the promising thrusts that assured her that more jizz would soon be inside her.

She guided the one man at her front onto his back, leaning on his lap so that her plump and compact boobs splashed out all over his cock. She squeezed her arms together, letting her elbows squish the big fat cat tats into place and titfucking the young man's warm and appetizing dick. Her hands themselves were then able to focus on the other man, cupping his balls or jerking him off with both hands while her headless stump tubbed against the top as if trying to lick it without a mouth.

The catgirl stretched out her tail for the last one, looping around his cock and squeezing his balls firmly. Judging by his moans, he seemed to love the bit of abuse and tailplay as she wagged it playfully against his ass. Soon they were all dripping with their tantalizing precum, and Ms. Fortune could literally taste it in the customer holding her head. She adored watching how her weak but curvy body bounced around at each of the men’s every thrust  as they came from every direction. She loved picking up their deep moans and grunts through her twitching feline ears.

"Forget being a thief!" she thought as the man fucking her tits pinched and pulled at her nipples. Being unbreakable, all it did was send and intensely pleasurable sting through her chest. "If I stay here, they all come to me. I don't have to hunt down anybody, and if I lurked in the shadows all the time, how could I be the center of attention like this?" She could barely remember the funny looking light from the night that Mr. Gunne found her, but she didn't think about it much. She had more important things to think about, like what was for dinner and how much cum she would be able to catch today.

She felt one of her customers' cocks flex in her ass, spraying the cum deep into her tailhole. Her toes curled and her little claws raked over the bedsheets with a passionate mewl that vibrated the shaft in between her lips. Fortune took her mouth from her primary customer's cock to let out a passionate, wordless wail. It was all so perfect! So what if the Medici were getting rich off of her body. She had everything she wanted; a big comfy catbed and all the cock she could eat. So long as the cum kept coming, she was perfectly content.

"Ohhh, meow-WOW! It feels like we have a winner, boys! Better try to keep up with whoever's in my ass!"

Fortune felt that same man pull out of her ass. It was always this wonderful, tickling sensation with a faint pop from her used but tight rectum that sent shivers up her spine. Ms. Fortune could see her body shaking in reaction and leaking cum before she actually felt it reach her detached head.

The man holding her by the hair forced her mouth back over his cock, but she gurgled and drooled over it as she felt the one that finished first keep going. He shoved his cock inside of her pussy alongside the first one in there, stretching her tight little snatch out beyond its usual limit. Her eyes rolled back as she panted and drooled, her twat now tight enough that it wasn't long before she felt them both squirt into her pussy.

"Ohhhh, my god! Thanks for the tip, boys! I was craving a little extra kitten mix!" Of course, it came out garbled as the man was fucking her face even more intensely. The man she was teasing the whole time with her tail finally came as well, spraying across her ass and back. She let out a hungry growl as she wriggled in place, teasing those who were still inside and beneath her while letting the warm fluid trickle around on her backside.

She wanted to beg for more. She wanted them to bury her in their seed so she could roll around in it. She man squirted between her tits and her mouth watered, drooling even worse so that the cock she was sucking was completely slick with spit. She slid up an down it faster, leaving her gagging and gurgling like a delighted infant as she watched her body be violated further, dreaming of being swallowed up into a bathtub full of cum.

At last she tasted the one fucking her mouth cum, opening up her throat to welcome the rush of salt and warmth running over her tongue. There was the obvious mystery of where it went, but she never gave it a second thought. She had one want right now, and it involved taking the dick all the way inside until her nose nuzzled against her customer's balls. She moaned and gurgled until the cum bubbled over her lips, just to slurp it back up again with a flick of her tongue. The man casually dropped her head onto the bed, but she was quick to bounce over towards her body. The one in her hands came huge and thick, squirting his semen over the stump that was part of her neck.

"Scuse me. Coming through," she chimed happily despite the sweat and drool all over her face. She slid between some of the naked men piling over her and happily sucked the cum off her tits. Every last drop just felt so warm and full of life, even after cooling against her sweaty skin. She gave a deep, contented sigh as she sucked on her nipple to get a few last globs off before she leaned down to herself clean the cum from her neck and shoulders.

"Mmm! Perfect!" she mumbled, smacking her lips contently as she ran the cum over her tongue. "You boys gave me such a nummy batch of cream today! How about we get one more big dose coming, huh? Just for me?"

They pulled out of her body as she got them organized to gather around her head. Her body was exhausted with pleasure, giving it a rest before she'd go back to licking herself clean like her kitty cat brethren. For now she simply balanced her head in between the six men, laid out on the bedspread as she held her mouth open and tongue out whenever she wasn't dirty talking them to hurry up their bukakke on her disembodied head.

"Come on, tiger. I know you can do it. Don't you wanna give me that yummy cummy? I know you dooo~! I want it all over me! I wanna just drown in all those big strong cocks of yours! I want to smell like my favorite boys for DAYS after all this! I want it in my hair and my mouth! I want to taste it when I have breakfast tomorrow! I neeeeeed that cum cum cum~!" she whined and urged childishly, wiggling excitedly from cheek to cheek on the sheets. "Come on. Last one to cum has to kiss their messy kitty like this!"

The men finally started to cum, and she hurried to lap it all up. Some splattered on her face, and she licked up that around her lips and tip of her nose before sucking it off the bedsheets. Seeing the horny, headless cumslut at work encouraged the rest, and soon more of their hot loads blasted her in the face. She was quickly bouncing one way or another, trying to get all the jizz she could on her while sucking up whatever she could reach. The one younger man was left trailing behind, the last one still jerking while Ms. Fortune's head sat expectantly, mouth wide open in a tongue-lolling smile. "Come on, sweetie! Join the fun! Don't be a pussy and cum the on  your pussy! Teehee!"

When he didn't prove quick himself enough for her, Fortune's body pounced into him from behind. Her cummy breasts pushed into his back and she reached around to start jacking his cock for him. The boy didn't last long as she squirted over her face, Fortune mewling and purring serenely before her body picked her up, making her cum-soaked lips and tongue messily make out with the boy. He shuddered with a kind of shameless arousal that overcame his disgust as the rest of the men started to dress and leave her money on the cute, pink, extra low to the ground dresser.

When they were gone, Fortune's body flopped back into the bed. Her breasts puffed up and down as she breathed heavily, worn out but content from the gangbang. Her neck stump laid on the pillow while her head happily got to work licking herself clean. Her tongue dragged slowly over her nipples, loving the shock it sent through her senses to compliment the creamy taste. Of course, as always, she took special care to stick her head in between her legs and clean out her pussy. It drove her through another pair of orgasms as she sucked the cum off her clit and deep inside of her. She always loved it when they came deep in her. It didn't seem that she could get pregnant, not that she would worry about it if she could, but it just seemed to taste sweeter when she mined it from deep inside her folds.

"God, I must be messier than a litter box," she sighed. Her body rolled over onto its chest, spreading her ass cheeks so that more of that appetizing cum trickled out of her anus. Even presented like that, Ms. Fortune's eyes widened and she licked her lips. "And I wouldn't have it any other way!" she chirped, pouncing onto herself and happily lapping and sucking on her own ass. "Thanks a lot, Tommy! Wherever you are, I hope you're happy, because I sure am!"

"You wanted to see me, boss?" Tommy Gunne was back in a week after the delivery. He played dumb, but he heard enough through the rumor mill of the more desperate thugs who bought their sex and the working girls that his job was a complete success.

"Good. You can listen. The big guys said you did great work on that pesky stray with the gizmo." Donny wasn't the top of the ladder, but he was apparently either dirty or trusted enough to have made his way up a few rungs. He was a big pudgy guy with expensive suits and cheap cigars to distract from the tiny moustache he couldn't quite grow out. "They wanted me to give this back to you." He slid a case across his desk, one that Tommy recognized as the same from last time. The Shortstacker/whatever the fuck.

"They said they've got more pests they want you to bring in. They want a repeat performance with a few new faces."

Tommy raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but he shrugged and picked up the case by its handle. "Give me some names, Donny. I'll start right away."