Patreon's Art Captions (Free)

Did you guys know I've been doing captions? I keep finding requests on threads on occasion, or I just get the idea for some, and if I like them enough I've been putting them on the Patreon. They're easy projects, so I've been leaving those up for free. They don't really have full stories written, but I can fit a lot of stuff in there sometimes. I forget to translate some of the stuff from exclusive to free sometimes, so here's all of those: https://www.patreon.com/sandcastles/posts?tag=caption

I even consider doing some requests for free if they grab me the right way, so feel free to toss some kinky pics into them if you'd like to try your luck! Here's one I cooked up last night from a thread on /trash/...

Splatoon Fight: Inklings vs Octolings

a sequel to the Splatoon catfight brawl I did a while back, just with their former rival race the octolings added into the mix with the inklings. not that it matters any after a while, when everyone's so covered in ink and battle-ready that they can't tell each other apart

 

Things had taken a turn over the last year or so, and one that most people of Inkopolis would say was for the better. After a lot of turf wars, treaties, street fights, and other manner of disputes being resolved, the inklings were at peace with the octolings. They were largely the same, apart from their males looking like talking tentacles and their ladies having more octopoid hair instead of the longer inkling look, so assimilation was simple enough once they got over a bit of social stigma. With that, even their young athletes were allowed in the Splatfests and ongoing turf war games.

The league managers had decided to even extend a special offer to the octoling competitors. To "get them some exposure," they called it, which Marie casually translated as "getting the octoling audience to pay up and watch the show." The octolings were asked to gather their six best players while the inklings did the same and pitting them in... well, a pit. After the huge response last year's Splatfest got (the one ending the tournament with an ink-wrestling match), they wanted to cash in on that one more time. They even got the six inklings who fought it in back for this double-sized reenactment, though the girls didn't look very pleased with the idea of working together. They weren't the only ones either...

"Welcome to today's special event: the Octolings vs Inklings Reenactment Match!" Callie blurted from her booth.

"That's right!" added the busty, red-tentacled octoling sitting next to her. "Just as the wars were fought for land and water ages ago, we here at Splatfest bring you what we hope to be the last conflict between any of our kinds; the annual ink wrestling match! I'm Tako..."

"And I'm Yaki," chimed the shorter and less curvy of the two octolings, her tentacles a deep purple shade that almost went black. "And we make The Octo Lasses~!"

Callie and Marie traded glances for a moment. They weren't used to having a partner that wasn't a part of their own duo, but the boss had insisted. The Octo Lasses judged and announced the matches that the Squid Sisters couldn't make, which was helpful given the sudden boost in population in the games.

"Yeaaaa..." Marie mused.

"And I'm Callie!"

"And I'm Marie! Hope you're all staying fresh out there, because these girls sure are! Returning from last year, on the inkling side of the field, we have Tara in the turquois, Bubbles in blue, Umi in orange, Kelpa in green, Candy in pink, and Pearl in purple."

"And on the octo side of the field, we have Suki, Ursula, Tenten, Podda, Paula, and Sophie. A pretty good-looking team we've pulled together for our first year on the official games," Tako noted.

"Yea, but looks aren't everything," Callie observed. "Especially out on the field."

"I'm sure you two would know all about that, as the experts on the subject." Yaki's comment earned her a sharp glare from Callie, but she bit her tongue as the last of the combatants got ready.

The octolings had been pitted against each other throughout the games as well, even in the ones they played before they rejoined the surface world. Like the inklings who had fought last season (and several of them more recently on the turf wars), the octolings shared some unhappy glances at each other for ambushes, embarrassing defeats, or that time that Ursula shot Sophie in the boob. Teamwork wouldn't be their strong suit in this either. They were all in the big slippery bowl carved into the skate park, which was preemptively coated in many colors of ink up to their ankles. Both sides wore the standard-issue tank tops and booty shorts; any good gear was left behind for no benefits, and no losing hard-earned and stylish clothes when they'd surely be torn apart by their opponents in no time.

"It looks like it's about that time, so strap in, you ‘lings of all ages and species! The fight begins in 3! 2! 1..."

"Splatter 'em!" all four hostesses cheered as a buzzer went off overhead. All twelve girls stormed into the middle of their arena, focusing on the opposing team for now. Tenten, a quick but thin little octoling, tackled into Candy and took the busty inkling clean off her feet. The big splash that went up when she landed coated her front in orange as Tenten hopped onto her back. A few girls had the split second to recognize that once the ink started flying like that, there wouldn't be a lot of ways to recognize one another.

Tara slid to a stop when the chesty and chubby Suki got in her way, the defensive player reading the turquoise inkling's moves. While they both hesitated, Bubbles threw herself into Suki's side and knocked the otherwise solid sumo off her feet and crashing into Ursula before Tara charged into the pile of squid kids.

The ever-tidy Pearl slid her way neatly as she could through the mess of ink, but the lean and athletic Paula came bolting across the puddle. Her tentacles bounced and puddles splashed up in her wake. "If you're going to make a mess..." Pearl threatened, suddenly dodging around the grabbing hands and sweeping her leg under the quick attacker. Paula suddenly realized how hard it was to stop a full charge in slick ink. "At least wipe your FEET!" Pearl's leg sweep took her opponent flipping over and splatting on her back, blinking away her confusion and aches when Pearl grabbed her hair and started to slam her head over and over into the sloppy ink below.

Umi slowed her approach as she nearly slipped on her own, the orange girl letting the headstrong Kelpa rush ahead. She threw a punch at Podda that landed right on her tight belly, winding the octoling as Sophie grabbed the strong but short inkling from behind. She kicked and thrashed, trying to pull free, but Podda recovered and kicked Kelpa in between the legs. The tough girl still had to wail and cross her legs with pain.

"Oof! The octolings fighting dirty already," Marie mused into the mic.

"It wasn't dirty last year when half your team did it," Yaki pointed out.

"Yea, but our side made it look good," Callie insisted. "There! See?"

Sophie was too caught up in keeping Kelpa still to notice Umi appear behind her and slam a fist into the octoling's pussy. She grunted and fell to her knees, Kelpa quick to turn around (one hand still cupping her cunt) and tackle her captor into the ink. They roll around while Umi tried to step over her to get to Podda, the two having to watch their footing with the frantic pair brawling beneath them.

Back with Candy, Tenten had gotten mounted on her back and pulling on her top. Candy squirmed and thrashed, but the octoling held on tight enough to rip the tank top over her head and tentacles, baring the ditzy inkling's big boobs to the crowd.

"And it looks like Team Inkling is showing some skin!" Tako chimed, pointing out the barechested fighter.

"Sounds just like the inklings to find any excuse to get naked in public," Yaki agreed while Callie fumed.

Tenten tossed away the inky top, but Candy rolled sharply to one side and flattened the thinner girl underneath her. Candy grabbed her legs and sat on her lap, lifting the limbs up and bouncing her butt into Tenten's crotch. The octoling shrieked and flailed around, trying to catch the busty pink octoling by the her long flopping tentacles, but her grip kept coming up short each time.

Pearl had similarly grabbed Paula by the ankles, but rather than mounting her she was dragging the octoling across the arena floor. The squealing Paula not only got ink all over her face and breasts, but the scraping of the rubbery ground pulled up on her top, baring her bosom and scraping her nipples over the sloppy surface.

"And the inklings take control! Pearl and Candy both take a clear lead in their one-on-one duels!" Callie chimed.

"I'm holding out until we see some clam. It's been a long season since our last throwdown like this," Marie added. "When I found out we'd have double the fighters and double the boobs, I just about splatted on the spot."

In the thicker brawls, Tara and Bubbles were clambering over Ursula and Suki. Bubbles straddled Suki's chubby body and grabbed her by the tentacles, lifting and banging her head into the splashing mess of ink that coated the ground. Tara grabbed and pulled down Ursula's shorts, but the muscular octoling kicked her stomach. Tara went falling over backward, tearing the shorts off with her. Ursula was left in just her jersey and thong, but still took the chance to chase down Tara. She tackled the athletic inkling and pulled her around into a reverse chokehold, squeezing her strong arm around her neck.

"Well looks like the octolings are showing some better teamwork in the group battles!" Yaki pointed out as Suki grabbed Bubbles in a bearhug, squashing the two aquatic girls' big busts into each other.

"What teamwork?" Marie remarked. "Fighting different opponents within five feet of each other isn't what I'd call teamwork."

Umi and Podda finally clashed when Podda jumped over the brawling Kelpa and Sophie. The orange inkling went down and quickly was splattered with green and purple as she slid a short way with her foe on top of her. Podda punched Umi in the breasts a few times before Umi kicked up her leg high enough to flip Podda into the mess behind her. They both rose to all fours, but while Podda tried to rise to her feet, Umi tackled her from the lower position. The two bounced and tumbled across the ink even further before Umi ended up on top, quickly twisting herself around to plant her inky butt on Podda's face.

"And there's last season's champ starting to kick some ass!" Callie cheered. "And using some ass, by the looks of it."

"That's right, Callie," Tako piped up. "Umi from the Orange Team was the winner of last season's Splatfest brawl. Though if she's the best the inklings have got, then this may be over quicker than we think."

"Ah, shows what you know," Callie snapped. "If you're the best announcers they have to offer, then I'm feeling pretty secure about my job right now."

"What's that supposed to mean!?" Yaki shouted back.

"It means you couldn't announce your way out of a paper bag!" Callie countered.

"Well, yea," Marie agreed hesitantly. "Cuz that's not a thing you can do. Like, physically. Don't get me wrong, though. You two do suck at this."

Kelpa managed to mount Sophie, grabbing her by the collar and pulling her shirt up over her head. With the hockey move in place, she punched Sophie's chest and jiggled around the octoling team's biggest set of breasts (even bigger than the big and broad Suki's). Suddenly pulling free from her top and her one breast hanging from her bra, Sophie angrily shoved Kelpa hard enough that she skidded into Suki's back.

The big octoling dropped Bubbles as their backs bumped together, making Suki turn around and instinctively spin around to face her attacker. The biggest girl on the battlefield had to look way down to spot the shortest, but she glared right back at her. The two finished their few second staredown by throwing simultaneous punches, smacking each other in the face with their fists. The power of Suki's blow staggered Kelpa back a few paces, but the surprising force of Kelpa's did the same to her chubby foe. The two met each other's eyes with rekindled ferocity and came out swinging.

"Wow, what a size difference between those two! It's like comparing our fanbase to the Squid Sisters'!" Yaki barked over the microphone.

"Or like comparing Callie's boobs to yours," Marie cut in with a sly grin.

With Tenten stuck beneath Candy and unable to reach her, she finally braced her back on the ground and shoved with her feet. It was all that Candy's big boobs needed to flop around on the ditzy girl's chest, showing off the bouncing orbs to the cameras. Candy yelped and tried to cover her chest, but Tenten threw another double kick at her from below. Candy tumbled clumsily back until she bumped into Pearl, knocking the unexpecting purple inkling over into the slippery mess that was the entire arena.

Pearl had gotten where she was in the league by being a particular neat freak. Suddenly being caked in ink stunned her with disgust and let Paula quickly drag herself back up. It happened that she was in such pain and such a mess that she didn't realize she was dragging herself up on Candy's shorts, pulling them down around the curvy girl's butt. The pink inkling turned and kneed her in the jaw while she was still figuring out what was going on.

Tenten came after Candy, but seeing her hands full and Pearl still cringing in shock, the octoling chose her as a fresh victim instead. She grabbed and pulled down Pearl's shorts, scooping up a big handful of ink and splattering it between Pearl's butt and shorts. The purple inkling let out a shriek in shock and disgust as she tried to crawl away, just leaving her with an inky ass sticking out while she tripped over her own shorts.

"Ohhhh! That's one stain that's not coming out!" Tako commented.

"And Tenten's still on the move! She's not letting up now!" Yaki added.

"Maybe you two should 'let up' and leave this to the pros," Callie muttered.

Tenten pulled back on Pearl's legs, stepping over her and squatting down in front of her. Pearl shook her head and tried to pull free, but Tenten still forced her forward and buried the inkling's face into her ink-smeared ass.

“A standing facesit!” Callie shoutd in excitement. “An impressive move by the octoling newcomer! Her ass may not be as big as Tako’s here in the booth, but she’s putting it to some good use!”

“Hey!” Tako objected.

“Seriously though. Can we get a bigger chair in here?” Marie added. “She’s gonna fall off if she doesn’t break it first.”

“Hey!”

Pearl squealed and squirmed, but the hold was trapped on tight and Tenten’s toned butt formed a firm seal over her nose and mouth. The purple kid gave a few weaker grunting noises until she fell limp against Tenten’s booty, eyes rolling back dizzily.

The air horn blasted from the speakers high above the arena.

"That's it! They're calling it! That's the first knockout of the night!" Callie cheered.

"One heck of a way to go though, huh?" Marie added.

"There's first ink drawn by the octolings, and Tenten's going back out into the fray!" Tako piped up. "She's hardly gotten the first point when she's going for another."

"Not like the points matter," Yaki added.

"Oh, were you guys just describing your own commentary with that one?" Marie smirked. "Cuz your points don't matter." She held up a gloved hand and Callie slapped it five.

"At least we've gotten points before, you lazy pair of-!"

With the various interruptions and confusion, that left a lot of single fighters floating around. Podda was weakly dragging herself across the inky arena, but she could only break her face away from Yumi’s butt in her face for quick, short gasps. Turning into your squid form was well out of the few rules of the match, so she didn’t have the option for a quick escape. She popped her head out for another gasp when Yumi recognized it wasn’t working quickly enough. Sophie and Candy were heading off towards each other while Bubbles and Tenten had their sights on each other.

Yumi turned around to sit facing Podda's head, grabbing her tentacles and pulling her face up into her crotch. The octoling let out a few muffled shouts, but with the handle on Podda hair and her full focus on her foe, Yumi finally smothered her out with the front facesit.

"And it looks like the inklings are trying to turn the tables!" Marie noted brightly.

"With the way the Squid Sisters were eating before the show, it's no wonder that inklings are so good as facesitting," Yaki prodded.

"Those were low-fat clamburgers!!" Callie blew up at her.

"You ate four of them!" Tako shot back.

Suki and Kelpa had gone from trading slaps and punches to grappling by now. Suki threw herself into the shorter girl, but Kelpa punched her in her jiggly breasts and belly until she could crawl out from under her.

"The two heavy-hitters are still going at it like catfish and dogfish. Looks like they know a challenge when they see one," Marie noted, ignoring the conversation for the time being as her co-hosts bickered. Suki bearhugged the shorter Kelpa, and while she threw punches in the chubby girl's cheeks, she still managed to lean sharply backward and suplex her into the inky ground with a huge splatter.

"Huh? What'd I miss?" Tako yelped, looking back at the arena.

"This purple slut just called me a butthead! What are you, six?!"

"I meant the fight!"

Suki rubbed her jaw and rolled over to face the groaning and dazed inkling. The chubby octoling started to crawl over to finish her off when Yumi pounced on her from behind, pulling at her purple tentacles. The big girl yelped and tried to grab at her, stumbling around as she got to her feet to try shaking Yumi off. The orange inkling (at least until she started getting splashed and dunked) held on tight, but just barely stayed on the bucking bull of a girl. Seemingly unknown to Yumi, Kelpa slowly pushed herself back up while the other two were struggling. The aching but angry inkling pushed herself back up, and seeing Suki distracted, she rushed at her and rammed her shoulder into the big girl's belly. It knocked the wind out of the heavyweight octoling and sent her toppling over backward.

"And down goes Suki! You wouldn't think someone that big would be great at dodging paintballs," Callie announced as she turned back to the action with the rest of them.

"Apparently she was known as the 'Blowfish Blitzer," Tako added. "She would hide in the ink and emerge with her minigun, putting the pressure on her enemies. Not that it's doing her much good out in the open!"

Suki splashed down with a groan, holding her stomach and not even realizing she'd squashed and trapped Yumi underneath her. The octoling squirmed beneath her, inky enough to be messy but not enough to slide free from the chubby opponent. Kelpa dashed after her, Yumi trying to sputter out a warning but she'd already leapt into the air, delivering a diving elbow to Suki's big breasts. She grunted and bounced slightly, the powerful increase in pressure enough to knock the wind out of both her and Suki so they were left knocked out flat and powerless on the ground. Kelpa caught her breath as she stood over them, but the buzzer went off twice overhead.

"A double knockout! I didn't even see Yumi down there until it was too late!" Tako blurted.

"Kind of like you two latecomers to the announcer game," Callie cut in. "The biggest gal goes down and not without taking one of her opponents with her!"

"Anything can happen in this kind of match. You've got to watch your back the whole time," Callie agreed. "No time to wave to the camera for a quick 'hi, mom' when there's a dozen angry girls around you."

"That reminds me, we really should call our octodad..." Yaki mused.

"Wait! You mean you two are REAL sisters!?" Callie blurted.

Tara and Ursula were already tangled up with each other, pulling tentacles and kicking at each other's legs. Tara pushed Ursula into the ink as she dodged aside, pulling at her clothes. Ursula shrieked and struggled, but the wet ink made them slide right off. The naked octoling kicked at Tara, forcing her to back off but throwing the inky clothes at her foe. The inkling didn't notice Paula come running at her and jumping onto her back. Tara landed flat on her face, which was buried into Ursula's crotch. The naked inkling howled out in pain, legs trying to cross but finding Tara's face in the way. While Ursula tried pushing her away, Paula did just the opposite by shoving her face deeper into her "teammate's" crotch.

"That's some pretty questionable teamwork, but whatever works, right?" Marie noted.

"And the way the crowd's reacting, it sounds like Paula really knows how to to work it," Tako pointed out at the cheering crowd.

"Hey! You don't make jokes off what Marie says!" Callie snapped. "I do!"

"Actually it's usually the other way around..." Marie added.

"Not when we're the more popular pair," Yaki pointed out. "Otherwise, why are we more trending than you right now on Squitter?"

"See?! Checking your phone during a Splatfest?!" Callie blurted. "Talk about unprofessional... and slutty... and ugly..."

The fight was starting to converge onto one point now. Candy and Sophie rolled across the inky arena, smeared all sorts of colors since they'd torn the other girl's clothes off along the way. Bubbles had grabbed Tenten around the waist and slung her over her shoulder, fireman carrying her over and literally throwing her into the brawling mess of the other girls. Tenten's body smacked into Paula's, knocking her off of Tara. Paula rose up and punched Tenten in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her.

"It looks like the fight's gotten so messy they can't even tell their friend from foe!" Callie declared eagerly. "Things are about to get crazy!"

"Even I can't tell them apart from this far up," Yaki added.

"That's because you two are amateurs at this."

"Oh yea? Which one's Bubbles?"

"....okay, back to the action!"

The girls had all entered the fray, hitting anyone in their way. Ursula got up and grabbed Tara by the hair and banged her head into Sophie's, knocking the both of them silly as they dropped out cold on the ink. Another pair of buzzes went off for the octoling as she rubbed her aching and slimy snatch.

"That's two more down," Marie pointed out. "It's like we're in sudden death right now!"

Paula climbed over Tenten to go after Candy, but Tenten caught her by the foot. Paula yelped and fell forward, landing face-first in Candy's huge breasts and pulling at her top for balance. All that did was rip the sloppy top off, Paula landing awkwardly in the mess as Candy squealed in surprise and tried to cover her boobs. Her screaming caught Ursula's attention as she octoling tackled into the ditzy inkling's side, knocking her to the ground and biting into one of her bouncy breasts.

"The girls are just going wild down there!" Yumi announced excitedly as the brawl went on. "Absolutely savage!"

"It's like they're some kind of half-kid, half-some kind of unclear animal," Marie added dryly.

Kelpa bearhugged Bubbles from behind in all the confusion, but she threw back an elbow to stun the strong shorty. Bubbles grabbed Kelpa in a headlock, but it didn't last long when Tenten hurled Paula into the both of them. The girls crashed into a three-person pile, but Paula had clearly been through more recently and was slower to rise. Kelpa and Bubbles went right for each other, pulling tentacles and clawing at their breasts and bellies, but they made their battlefield on top of Paula. The gurgling octoling had Kelpa sitting on her forehead and Bubbles sitting with her thighs around her neck and mouth. Paula squirmed and arched her back, but finally flopped down into the ink unconscious from the smothering weight of both girls.

"There's another buzzer and another victim!" Callie declared.

"Not that either of the girls look happy about it," Tako added as Kelpa and Bubbles still crawled over their initial foe to get at each other.

"Well we all do some stuff we don't like. Especially when you're working with some total amateurs on your side..." Yaki prodded with a shrug.

"The only things on your sides are lovehandles, inkstain," Marie jabbed back.

Candy had grabbed for Ursula to tear her off her breast, the octoling gagging and spitting out some of the ink she'd accidentally sucked off of the girl's impressive rack. Tenten gave a furious shout as she charged from behind, but Candy jumped aside when she was startled by all the noise. It left Tenten to tackle into Ursula, not that she seemed to mind the change in target. The two punched and shoved and clawed, Ursula ending up stuck under her fellow octoling. She resorted to grabbing her by the pussy and squeezing, getting a painful wail from Tenten as she suddenly tried to retreat. Ursula still held her on top of her, scratching and crushing her cunt as tears welled up in her former ally's eyes.

Of course, their sitting around and fighting each other left them open for Candy to jump on and squash them both in one big pile. Both octolings grunted hard as ink splashed out from under them, the slimey inkling grabbing Tenten and pulling her into a titsmother while her body pinned down Ursula. Tenten was hurt and winded enough that she couldn't last long, only clawing and biting weakly at Candy's breasts. The buzzer went off right as Bubbles and Kelpa crashed into Candy, the girls tumbling into a heap.

"It's down to 3 Inklings vs 1 octoling now!" Callie pointed out proudly.

"Good thing she's three times as good as the rest of them," Yaki corrected, but things still weren't looking good for Ursula. She crawled away from the mess to let Kelpa straddle and pin down Candy, throwing her hard little fists into Candy's boobs like fleshy, stained punching bags. She planted her knees on the once-pink inkling's arms to trap her and bruise up her boobs undisturbed.

Bubbles, however, saw Ursula crawling away on all fours. She grabbed the octoling by the ankle and dragged her screaming back into the fray. Rather than pin or choke her, though Bubbles just leaned backward and gas pedaled her foot right into Ursula's pussy. The shorts had come off in the struggle, leaving the inkling's head to squash down on her snatch. Ursula shrieked pathetically, but was stuck in place by the legs. With their current foes seemingly at their mercy, Kelpa and Bubbles turned to glare at each other without relenting on their attacks. Bubbles jabbed an elbow back into Kelpa's side, but Kelpa smacked Bubbles across the face. The buzzer went off again loudly.

"It looks like Ursula has passed out from the pain!" Tako noted with as much surprise and excitement as disappointment. It was hard to feel bad about such a thrilling match.

"But it doesn't look like Bubbles has noticed! She's still stomping on Ursula like a bad set of brakes while trading blows with Kelpa!"

Bubbles was starting to look dazed and sluggish as Kelpa was starting to land harder and more frequent hits against her. The inkling tried to make a break for it, only then realizing just how hard she'd been stomping. She tripped as her toes had trouble pulling out of Ursula's pussy. Kelpa grinned and rose up enough to lean into an elbow drop, crashing it across the back of Bubbles' head. The rival inkling bounced a bit and the buzzer went off again as she laid there naked, limp and groaning.

"And another! Hasn't this thing technically ended with the inklings the only ones standing!?" Tako blurted in the same thrilled tone as the rest.

"Shh. Let them have their fun," Marie said with a grin. "Crowd's loving it. And that's the true meaning of Splatfest Day."

Kelpa caught her breath, her arms aching from beating on Candy and Bubbles alternately. She grinned and wiped some more sludge from her face before turning back to Candy, who was still stuck underneath her. Or so it seemed. Candy used the shift in Kelpa's weight to wrap her arms around the strong shorty's thighs, suddenly standing up despite the throbbing pain in her boobs. Kelpa shrieked as she was held nearly upside down, flailing helplessly as Candy lifted her up high and then dropped her in a power bomb of a throw that splatted half the arena with ink from the impact. Kelpa bounced as Candy caught her breath, rubbing her tender tits as she nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Kelpa reached out and grabbed her ankle, getting Candy to jump in surprise... before Kelpa collapsed at last. The inkling had barely any pink visible on her body under all the layers of ink, but the buzzer went off as the exhausted, teary-eyed Candy was declared the winner.

"She does it! Candy is the splatfest queen!" Yaki cheered.

"Hell of a fight! A great showing by both sides!" Tako admitted. "Even if we got the most kills and turf in all that, a good match all the same."

"Oh don't you start," Marie smirked wryly at her. "The war goes to the victor, not the one with the most bodies."

"That's super grimdark, Marie!" Callie said it happily all the same. "But you've been listening to the two-or-so best announcers calling the very best match you've ever seen! Tune in next season for another sexy, messy showdown! I think we can all use some time to enjoy the replays and have a little splatfest of our own, if you get me. So until then..."

"Stay fresh!!"

Female Punch Out! : The Adventures of Lil Maxine

something I was toying with on and off between commissions. Basically just a genderswapped version of the Punch Out games. Little foxy boxer taking on bigger foes. No idea when or if I'll pick this back up, but it's fun and easy to write.

Lily Maxine Walters was a hard-working sort of girl. Being raised as a lower class girl in New York City, her parents had always pressed a few important lessons on her. You always kept your pride, you always worked hard,  and most of all, you took no bullshit from others and protected what was yours. It was how she had ended up working at the strip club, after all. She was short,  packing nothing more than a B cup throughout her life, and with boyishly-short black hair, but she was athletic all through high school, so she could pull off some of the more complicated moves on the pole. "The Arcade" was on the level and treated its girls right, keeping the men from getting too handsy and still making decent money. Heck, it was in a nicer part of town than where Lily lived herself.

But every few weeks, The Arcade had its foxy boxing night, and it was Lily's absolute favorite. They set up a cheap ring in the middle of the strip club, gave them oversized boxing gloves, and oiled up the girls. Sometimes they'd throw a little mud to mix it up, but there was always some boxing lately. Now, Lily was generally appreciated by the other girls, standing up for them when necessary and generally described as "cute" rather than any kind of a threat towards taking their customers.

But woe onto the girl who got stuck with Lily on these nights. Lily was an absolute machine in the ring, hitting the other girls so hard and fast it seemed like it didn't matter that she was wearing gloves at all. Thicker and bustier girls, even if they knew how to defend themselves, were never a match for Lily as she sped around them, pounding in their boobs and sides before smashing them down with a massive uppercut. The manager was too amused by the whole thing to tell her to stop, and by a few events in, Lily was beating them two at a time. She was the main draw for the night, and the staff knew that fight night was Lily's night.

That was when she met Louise Dawson. She was a busty, business-like woman who showed up to The Arcade once in awhile. She had dark skin and straight, dark hair, and Lily often found her eying her but never asking for a dance or anything particular, just drinking and talking with the other girls. It wasn't anything new to Lily to be stared at but not be hit on; depending who you asked, she was a "squirt," "runt," "butch," "tomboy," or "muscle dyke." She had a pretty enough face, but the boyish looks, small chest, and standing a flat 5' nothing didn't really make friends with looks alone.

One day, Louise waved her over. Lily wondered why that night when there wasn't even a fight tonight (sometimes the folks wanted a photo-op with the club champ after she'd won a match), but approached in her low-cut tank top and booty shorts with the thong sticking out the back (it was all they had that fit her there).

"They call me Doc," Louise said, offering a hand. Lily looked at it warily before she shook back.

"Lily," she replied simply. She wasn't rude, really, she just didn't... people. She wasn't a charmer by nature so much as she was a shit-talker, and she had to reel that in most nights she worked here. "Why do they call you Doc?"

"Because I'm a doctor. Or I was. Sort of. The short version is, I'm interested in you."

"It's forty for a dance, fift-"

"No, I don't mean this place. I mean you!" Louise grabbed Lily's hand in both of hers.

A minute or so later, the bouncer helped Louise back up and had some ice on her black eye. She was still laughing while Lily blushed. "That's coming out of my pay," Lily muttered.

"Nah, forget about it," Louise assured. "What I mean is, I've seen you fight. I've seen girls almost twice your size that can't hit as hard as you can with those kid's gloves on. Did you ever think about going pro?"

"Pro what?"

"Pro boxer! I saw a lot of head injuries in my day, and a lot of them from the local arena. It got to a point where I was watching the fight every night so I could see who would be coming in next. So believe me when I know a good boxer when I see one, and you look like you’ve got it."

"Not really..."

"Not really what?"

"No, I didn't think about it," Lily admitted. "It's just for fun, right?"

"Ever hear the term 'for fun and profit?' There's good money in fighting."

"Consider it tips for the concussions," Lily smirked slightly.

"Ha! I like you, girl. Tell you what!" She reached into her suit pocket and unfolded a flier.  It had about as much production quality as a missing pet poster, but there was a pretty clear message to it; $10,000 to the winner of the amateur boxing tournament.

"Don't I need to like... practice or something?" Lily asked.

"I got a gym membership!" Doc smiled, more proudly than she should.

"I don't... people," Lily urged back.

"I'm great at people," Doc beamed wider. "Talking to 'em, fixing 'em up, getting them to do what you want..."

Lily scratched her head. "What's in it for you?"

"How's ten percent sound?" Doc offered with a grin.

"Ten?" Lily frowned and folded her arms. "You get a thousand dollars for a gym membership and showing me a poster, while I get 9K to get punched in the head? How's that fair?"

Doc laughed again. "You can do math! Great! That puts you ahead of half the lady boxers I know! But this is more than just money! This is a chance to break into the big leagues! Bet you didn't even know there was a foxy boxing world championship."

Lily paused and looked down at the poster. "Wait, really?"

"Girl, there's a pillow fighting championship! The world's always been into fighting and sex always sells, and now they've finally figured out they can combine fighting with sexy! If you make a big enough splash on this one, I think I can get us into the big time and show everyone you're the toughest little Lily around."

Lily had to admit it was tempting. She waved over to Daisy. "Hey, tell the boss I'm taking my break here," she called over, sitting down by the pleased-looking black woman.

So there they were. Doc did a surprisingly good job as her trainer and manager. She worked with her at the gym the whole time, giving her a few pointers here and there but mostly, Lily just plain knew what she was doing. By the time the amateur tournament came around, Lily felt more than ready. Doc met with her the day before at a celebratory dinner at the diner on the corner, handing off the brackets for the fight.

"...Doc?"

"Yea, Lily?" she asked, quickly thanking the waitress as she took the slice of pie she ordered for an appetizer. Lily never figured out where she put it all, unless it went right to Doc's tits.

"You misspelled my name."

"What? Nah, it's fine."

"Doc!" Lily spun the sheet around, showing her entry listing: Lil' Max. "I sound like a Little Rascal, not a boxer!"

Doc avoided eye contact, though that might have just been her attention on the pie. "Well, you should see the size of some of these girls. I don't know if anyone's told you, but..."

"Yes," Lily cut in bluntly. "I'm short. I know."

"Good! Like the fire in ya, kid. Use it tomorrow." Lily frowned and wound up as if to hit her manager, who finally cringed. "I'll have em fix it! I'll email 'em right now! Easy, champ!" Lily sighed and slumped back into her booth before digging into her burger, the glory of her "cheat day."

Lily showed up to the rented out arena. There was a pretty big crowd, assuring Lily that Doc had been right; there really WAS a crowd for this kind of sport. The rules had required that none of the women had any experience on a professional level, and Doc assured her that The Arcade didn't count.

Lily came out to her first round in her pink hooded robe and minty green boxing gloves. She wore short shorts and the snug but low-cut tanktop she wore to most of her fights at the club that met the tournament's regulations. Doc was with her as she approached the ring, and while she was met with mostly applause and cheers, Lily still felt like the few laughs at her stuck out the most. She blushed under her hood while Doc held open the ropes for her and took off the robe as the lean young boxer bounced on her boots and took a few deep breaths as she jabbed at the air.

Her opponent came out as a tall, skinny woman who looked like she had come out to a fashion magazine, or at least a porn set. She had a huge set of tits with a French flag pattern on her tanktop, which was stretched out to the point of nearly bursting. She had long, silky blonde hair that flowed behind her, and bubblegum pink gloves with lettering around the wrists that read "gauche" and "droit" depending on the glove.

The jumbotron showed off their images and listed the stats below. The pictures were actually short gifs of the footage they'd gathered. One was of Lily pelting a heavy bag before locking up and rubbing her head when she noticed she was on camera. The other had Joane blowing a kiss with her boxing glove at the camera before she adjusted her top around her big jiggling breasts.

Lily Maxine Walters, aka "Lil Max."

5'0", 98 lbs, B cup bust

Joane LeCreme. Aka, Glass Joane

5'9", 120 lbs, E cup bust.

Doc was prepping her in the corner while the announcer started to call out the rules and stats for the crowd.

"Well, good news on this one. Joane's what you might call a glass cannon. She can hit hard, but can't take it. She got into the tournament because the foxy boxing league isn't as big in France. They're more into what they call 'foxy fencing."

Lily gave Doc a strange look. "That just sounds dangerous. She does have like a whole foot on me in height. And weight."

"And damn good tits. But that's not what matters here," Doc assured her. "You ever hear how Barbie would snap in half if she were a real person? She's built like that. Get her hard enough and she'll go down like Jenga."

The smaller boxer came out and tapped gloves with Joane. The busty blonde smiled at her and spoke in a French accent as thick as syrup. "I 'ope you do not perish in ze ring, mon petite cherie," she giggled as she stepped back and raised her gloves.

"I'm not sure what you said, but I don't like how you said it," Lily replied, putting up her own dukes. The size difference was painfully apparent when they were up this close and Lily's head was barely up to Jo's gently and constantly bobbing tits. Joane struck first, her bigger glove and longer reach just letting Lily bob around it and deliver a sudden hook to her ribs. The French girl's tits wobbled out of control from even the indirect impact, giving off a loud gasp as Lily pulled back before she even try to hit the smaller girl back.

"Too slow, Frenchy," Lily taunted, bouncing lightly between her booted feet.

"Naughty girl," Joane growled in her accented voice before she came in swinging once again. Lily didn't have the reach advantage, but those big long limbs gave her the extra time to dodge around them. She blocked a few of them, but most of them she let Joane miss completely. The sweaty building up in her lovely hair and rolling down her cleavage was showing her fatigue early on.

"That's it, Lily! Stick and move!" Doc called to her. Lily darted in and blocked a jab from the blonde beauty, pivoting and slamming a sort of whirling uppercut into Joanne's right breast. The bounce boob reached new heights as it flew right out of her overworked top, and a fleshy smack rewarding the power Lily put into the blow as it slapped its owner in the face. Joane staggered in surprise as much as pain, trying to cup her breast in between her gloves.

"Looks like Joanne is seeing stars already! Lil Max has her hitting herself out there!" an announcer boomed over the speakers. Lily smirked at her success and charged in, avoiding Joanne's busy gloves by pelting her in the stomach and ribs. The bigger blonde staggered back until she was on the ropes, trying to get her gloves low enough to stop Lily's incoming blows. As she did that, Lily saw her opening. She tensed up her legs and sprang up like a cricket with her glove wound back for a massive blow to the jaw. She was inside of Joanne's reach, so she didn't have to worry about her fists... but the elbow to the temple caught Lily offguard, sending her stumbling back to the mats and holding her throbbing head.

She was too busy recovering to stop Joanne's counter attack, her long and strong limbs bashing Lily in the face and chest. Lily could feel some swelling in her cheek and her vision was a bit blurry as her eyes watered. She could see the outline of Joane, but she was clearly pissed and out for payback. Lily did her best to retreat, but stumbled and had to catch onto the ropes just to stay up. Joane creamed her with one more hook that knocked her right into a neutral corner. Lily brought up her gloves, but Joane hit her with another hard fist to the belly and smacked the gloves aside.

"Open wide, trou de balle," the French woman boasted before she slammed her body forward. Her chest shoved into Lily's face, smothering her in the sweaty tits (one still hanging out of her top as if she'd forgotten about it). Lily let out some muffled yells, but found herself getting even more lightheaded. Doc started to shout to her, but the words were coming in fuzzy and the crowd was roaring for the Frenchy fighter. She had her arms up in the air, flexing and posing as her tits seemed to singlehandedly hold the small woman down. Lily landed a few weak blows into Jo's sides before she caught some bit of her advice.

"Go for the melons!"

Some basic instinct kicked in, since Lily knew at least one thing to do with melons. She opened her mouth wide and instead of screaming, she bit down. Joane shrieked and leapt back holding her bare breast, now sporting a bright red bite mark. "You stupid leetle whore! Mon perfecte teets!" Joane rushed at her again, Lily still leaning on the ropes and sweating buckets. Lily still ducked under Jo's furious attack, letting her run right into a quick uppercut into the taller girl's wide open pussy. Jo let out a huge gasp and bounced back on her tip toes right as the bell went off to end the round. Lily let her arms droop and lurched back to her corner while Jo practically danced back as she cupped her crotch.

Lily slumped into her stool that Doc set out for her, already toweling away all the sweat.

"So how was that?"

"Reckless and crazy. Crowd loved it," her husky coach advised proudly. "Gotta keep her tits out of your face though. Maybe she'll do that to me if I ask her nice after the fight... but what was that you were doing when she got you?"

"That was my Donkey Punch. It's how I finish half my fights in the club. Real specialty." Lily panted and let Doc squirt some water into her mouth, spitting it back out into the bucket and frowning at the bit of blood in it. "So you bleed in foxy boxing, huh?"

"Told you. Real sport. Sport of kings. Look, I love what you're going for, but you're wide open when you go for the head like that. These girls won't go down as quick as your stripper friends, so make sure they're good and beat before you bother with that. Soften her up a little more and give it to her good."

"You mean like half of France, by the looks of her?"

"Nice one, kid. Now go get her." The bell rang again for round two, and Lily rose with a sigh. Doc had been right; Joanne looked dizzy herself, but Lily felt exhausted. The blonde hit harder than she looked, and that size advantage made her have to hit a lot less than Lily did to match her. Both girls a bit worse for wear, Lily sucked up a quick breath and came in fast once again. Jo's manager had done some amateur tailoring, tying the torn shoulder strap of her French flag top to wrap it back around her breast. Lily feinted a shot for the same breast to make Joane wince and guard her chest. Lily curved her punch back in and hammered a few speedy shots into her stomach, Joanne bending over comically low with her mouth hanging open and her tits hanging below her like udders. She let out a long moan, which vibrated from the speedy punches.

The French boxer threw a wild punch at Lily's head that would have put her down to the mats if it were fast enough, but Lily sharply jerked back away from it, then back in to slam a cross into her lowered face. Joanne spun completely around before she flopped to the mats. The crowd broke into cheers while a few fans encouraged Jo to get back up. Lily jumped up and down, stretching and boasting as she raised her gloves over her head and gave a quick hoot of delight. Jo managed to push herself back up unsteadily, looking too much like a dairy cow with her tits hanging down and her ass up in the air on all fours. She was on her feet by 7, if just barely, and her gloves went first to try to fix her hair.

"You vill pay for zat, petit chien," Joane hissed.

"You know, I never knew they made a French Barbie until today," Lily grinned. Joane took another angry backhand at her, but Lily ducked it and pounded her belly again. The model-like figure looked pretty, but that narrow waist was not built to take such a beating. Jo gagged and hugged her belly letting Lily brace her feet and deliver a fast combo of jabs into her pretty face. The blonde head wobbled back and forth as fast as she could hit it, letting out a dizzied grunt with each one. The beauty that walked into the ring was now sporting a black eye and a swollen nose and lip, eating the punches "like a baguette," according to the announcer. Even the head shots were enough to jiggle her ridiculous-looking breasts.

Joanne suddenly swung her gloves up and away from her stomach, breaking Lily's combo attack and backhanding her across the face. Lily staggered back from the force just before Jo followed up with a hard cross to the jaw. Lily spun on one leg completely away from her, Jo smirking as she waited for her tiny foe to fall... but Lily's little arm flexed until the tight, tiny muscles bulged. She kept turning rather than falling, riding the momentum until she braced one leg and swung a massive cross right into the side of Joanne's tit. Her mouth hung open in horrified pain as not only was her boob flattened into the other, but the second flew wildly to the other side like a set of fleshy billiard balls. Lily had torn Joanne's top off and hit both of her tits in one might punch, and the top-heavy blonde flew wildly to one side with her out of control jugs as she hit the ropes. She bounced off it them like a massive rubber band, spinning dizzily while Lily came in rotating from the other direction. The momentum of Joanne's turning head and Lily's incoming fist combined as Jo's mouthguard flew out into the crowd, leaving a rainbow trail of spittle behind it for the first few rows of fans in the "you may get wet" seats.

Jo did a brief, drunken dance as her feet tried to remember how to stand, but she collapsed when her brain couldn't respond fast enough to tell them what to do. She landed in a heap on her back, her tits poking up with her hard nipples. The shredded remains of her flag tanktop made her wobbly jugs look like two hills in the remains of a French battlefield. They didn't bother with the count when Joanne wasn't even budging, ringing the bell for a TKO. Lily let out a delighted cackle, raising her little fists in triumph. The crowd went wild for the surprising upset, and Doc came out grab her in a bearhug.

"That's my girl!" Louise laughed, lifting the short girl off her feet for a moment.

"Ow, ow, okay!" Lily laughed. "That's enough. I've got more matches today, so you don't have to crush what few bones I have left."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Let's get you backstage." Doc set her down and helped her out of the ring, as well as acting as a chubby wall between her and the more handsy fans.

Back in the open medical office, Doc got Lily to sit on the examining table. Lily took her top off and winced as she touched at her small and perky tits, sporting a few rough red spots from the match. Doc set a mirror up on the counter across from her, and she gave herself a crooked grin. She looked worse off than she ever had from a fight, even ones that were on the streets, but it felt good in a way. A swollen lump in her cheek, a darkening bruise on her chin, and a cut on her outer lip seemed to be the worst of it.

"Look like hell, huh? Hope the next girl got it as bad as me in her match. Otherwise, not sure I can go a whole tournament like this," Lily commented.

"I told ya, don't worry about that," Louise insisted, reaching into one of the drawers and pulling out a lollipop. Lily was about to scold her sweet tooth, but Doc held it out for the little boxer instead. Lily hesitated, but unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth.

"I wish more guys would give me candy when I took my top off," Lily muttered around it. "What's this for?"

"You ask questions. I like that in ya, kid," Doc commented, leaning back casually on the counter. "It's how we're going to get you back in shape for your fight."

Lily winced a bit, rolling the sucker around her cheek as her cheek started to tingle. She swallowed and felt her abs tense, just for the pain to relieve some more. She glanced at the mirror, and sure enough, all her bruises, aches and cuts were starting to heal over.

"No damn way," Lily said, staring. "What is this?"

"New super drug that's been all the rage in medicine lately. It's not much for diseases or anything, but it's a condense mix of medicines and hormones that accelerates basic injuries at a crazy rate. It's basically magic, if you ask me, but it works." The chubby doctor shrugged while Lily poked at her breast, finding it no longer tender and looking as fresh as ever.

"So this life-saving stuff is getting used for bitches boxing? Sounds like a bit of a waste."

"It's cheap and plentiful, and it's being used on victims of car crashes and assaults all the time. There's plenty to go around, and I'm telling you: you really don't get how much people around here support foxy boxing."

Lily popped it out of her mouth, nearly run out and her injuries seemingly gone in minutes. "Okay, so few questions: do they make this in grape?"

"Cherry only. Miracles of medical science can only do so much."

"Damn. So second question. Why the mirror?"

"So you could see how it works. How bad you were and what it did for ya."

"Okay. Last one: why'd you make me take off my shirt for this?"

Doc actually paused at this one. "Let you see what it did for you?" she replied uncertainly with a guilty wince. Lily frowned and kicked her in one of her massive tits from her perch on the table.

"Thanks a TON, Doc."

The big black woman grinned impishly as she rubbed her boob, then pulled out her cell phone. "Well that's the end of the first set. You've got Hilda VonFraulein in the second round."

"German, obviously. What you got on her?"

Doc flicked through her phone. "Not a ton, kid. Another overseas girl. Big gal, into her 40s, and had a run in the German army. Made drill sergeant before she ended up picking up boxing there and decided to try her luck out here." She pulled up a picture of a buff, broad blonde woman with two thick pigtails.

"So what's the plan for this one?" Lily asked, already taking a few practice jabs to make sure her arms were healed up right.

Doc gave her a harmless whack in the shoulder. "Learn your damn lesson from Glass Joanne and don't get hit by acting a fool."

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