News: Patreon Freebies

Feels like I haven't let out anything in a while, though it's partly because of stuff I can't post on here for various reasons. Anyway, after seeing how it's progressed, I'm moving my Patreon bit by bit to be free to view. That is, even the new stuff can be viewed by everyone, but there'll be extra tiers above for early access and voting on what's next and all. So if you were cagey about it before, no reason not to check out some of my original stuff at www.patreon.com/sandcastles

Free Month On Patreon

Hey, folks. As a surprisingly effective experiment, I'm putting up free access this month. It may end up going free for the long term depending how it goes, but I've got some captions, a story, and more stories and some art coming this month. Check it out. Free of charge, including the older stuff I've opened access to!

www.patreon.com/sandcastles

Supermoms Prequal/Intro

Another Patreon leak. Short thing I cranked out in about an afternoon. Based on an old 4chan project that got sort of dumped, but followed along with some of the threads and always thought the idea was neat. Any actual writing for it is lost as best I can tell, so thoughts are going to veer off from its origins pretty quickly.  It's more of fanfiction than genuine writing for it. Based on the entry from here:http://the-conservatory.wikia.com/wiki/Supermoms


"We're not through yet! Teen Queens! Get 'em!" Star Striker threw out a gloved hand and the girls flew into action. This was ironic since none of them technically flew, they were there to fight evil rather than argue semantics, and the interdimensional invaders weren't going to punch themselves! The humanoids made of pink crystal charged out of their portal, firing their laser beams at the defending heroines. Sig Rune and Star Striker lead the charge, the starred and striped teenager barely old enough to drive unleashing finely-honed martial arts to trip up two of the crystal golems in an instant. She leapt up and kicked with her reinforced boots to crack the gemstone on another where the face would have been. They weren't as solid as they looked, but not something she'd want to risk her knuckles on.
Not that it stopped Sig Run. The teenage Valkyrie gave a warcry that boomed through the battlefield, swinging her sword to cleave three of them in half with one stroke. She raised a buckler that despite it simple wood and iron look deflected several bursts of laser fire. She smashed the shield into one of the rigid foes, stunning it so she could grab its leg and lift it off its feet. "Follow me to Valhalla, battle sisters!" she bellowed before swinging it over her head and toppling another half dozen with the shockwave.
As several smaller crystals shot out of the portal, they started zipping through the air past the front-liners. "We got baddies in the air! Kaiju! Diva! Get on that!"
At their leader's command, Diva let out a shout of her own. While Sig's was big and menacing, hers came out as a sweet, melodic note. As she drew it out and tuned her alien throat, the seemingly African-American heroine conducted her voice into solid constructs of pure sound. The shimmering orbs formed in the air, shooting off to smash into the various flying crystals. "Watch out for the high notes!" she laughed before summoning another breath of devastatingly beautiful noise.
"Daijkaiju!" Kaiju pumped her fists together, the Asian girl growing ten stories tall in a matter of seconds. A swipe of her enormous hands smashed a number of the crystals to pieces. She stomped away at a few more invaders on the ground, but those nearby attacked her legs with burning beams and slashing crystal knives. They were tiny scratches to Kaiju, but Mend was quick to back her up.
With a loud smooching noise, the crystalline attackers were hurled back from Kaiju's ankles as Mend's forcefield came in between her and them and harmlessly absorbed the lasers. "Yea! Back off, you shiney jackasses!" laughed the redheaded tomboy. "You know I got  your back, Kai!" She patted Kaiju on the leg, the pink-clad titaness taking care to stand still a moment and let Mend kiss her on the ankle. There was a faint sparkling look as the healing effect of her kiss took place, literally kissing it and making it better.
"My thanks," Kaiju replied stiffly.
"No sweat!" Mend grabbed one of the shattered crystal aliens' arms and spun around to smash it into another's face. Just because she was the team healer didn't mean she didn't love a good scrap.
"We've got more incoming!" Star Striker barked out as she leapt up, acrobatically catching one of the charging golems' heads between her legs and flipping it over to shatter a chunk of it against the ground. "Can we get some cover on the portal?!"
"Anything for you, chica!" Tropica spotted the few small gardens and trees that line the city street, pointing stylishly at the alien gateway. "PUERARIA MONTANA!"
As the Spanish girl clad in the simple green leotard and a mask over the top of her face called their Latin name, kudzu vine burst out nearly every source of soil in sight and started spreading across the portal. Normal plants wouldn't have done much to stall them, but with her magic pouring more strength and even more rapid growth into them, the invaders were finding their portal turning into one big green fishing net.
One more managed to force its way through the web of mystical vines, but it was a doozie. It was even bigger than Kaiju and dotted with spikes and bulged that equated to armor on these creatures. It let out a mouthless bellow as the girls sized it up together.
Diva floated down on a shimmering yellow platform before she broke her note to speak, letting it vanish from sight. "Looks like they're startin' to take us seriously."
"Good!" Mend hissed, beating her fist into her palm. "Finally get the big one!"
"Aye. It is as though five jotuns atop one another," Sig Rune added as she stepped up. She glanced over it before sliding her shield onto her back and drawing her mace to accompany her sword instead.
Star Striker was already done assessing the situation as it dragged itself through the portal. "Kaiju? Tropica? Do you see the glow around the left shoulder?"
"Hai. What about it?" Kaiju asked, kneeling down to be close enough to hear the team better.
"Is it magical? And can you tell if it syncs up with the portal?"
"Yea, it looks like the same kind of mojo," Tropica confirmed through her mystical senses. "You think that's the key?"
"Exactly. We get that and we just might shut the portal."
"Beats fighting the darn thing," Diva mused as she got into a ready position.
"Says you. At least you can reach him. Need a leg up, Stars?"
"Don't mind if I do," Striker nodded. Mend put a hand to her superhumanly pouty lips and blew a kiss into the air, creating a faintly visible bubble to go with the smooching noise. She tossed one after another, creating barriers in the air which Star Striker started to acrobatically climb and leap from one to another.
Kaiju rose and locked up with the giant golem, grabbing at its arms to halt it in its tracks. She grit her teeth and struggled as pavement crumbled under her booted heels, sweating in effort just to slow it down.
"DIONAEA MUSCIPULA!" A long vine shot up her legs, shivering from the odd sensation of it rapidly growing along her body and up her arm. As it reached her wrist, the vine sprouted a pair of oversized venus flytraps that started chomping off pieces of the golem's chest. It gave another echoing bellow as it recoiled, granting Kaiju a moment to smash her fist into its midsection and knock it back a few thundering paces.
Diva hit another long, piercing note, summoning several huge chains of her solidified sound to wrap around its arms and legs to trap it in place.
"Ha! T’is bound as Fenrir!" Sig laughed as she leapt from the nearby rooftop. She landed on its struggling arm, bracing her booted feet and smashing her mace onto it until cracks and chunks sprang from its glowing target. The golem gave another raging roar and pulled its arm hard enough to send Sig Rune flying and crashing into a small crater a block away. She'd be fine, so more importantly, she'd torn open a huge piece of its crystal shell. Mend conjured one more barrier for Striker to bound off of, diving down and kicking straight inside, vanishing for a few moments before the creature crumbled and its portal faded to the cheers of the six teenagers who formed the Teen Queens.
"That was amazing!" Mend laughed as she shook her head, shedding concrete dust and pink crystal alike. "That sucker was like BOOOOHDJ!"
"Indeed," Sig Rune said plainly a nod, sitting on the floor of the abandoned warehouse casually. It was one of their favored places to stash civilian clothes, and there were several rooms so they could have a bit of privacy when swapping costumes. Of course, dressed as she was, Tropica wasn't especially shy about anything she was wearing.
"You know, girls... I've been thinking. And I think the rest of you have too." Star Striker, known only to her teammates as Beverly Banks, always caught their attention. She was caring, generous, selfless and insightful. "A bit of a goody two-shoes," as Mend would put it sometimes. They were quiet to hear their de facto leader's words.
"How long have we been at this? Almost three years?" Bev went on. "And we've done a whole lot of good." The girls met that claim with small chuckles and nods. "But we're still in high school. We've got lives. We've got jobs and graduation coming. Candy, you've got a singing career, and Nan fell asleep during a test the other day."
"To be fair, I probably would have anyway," Anne added with a freckled grin. "But I get ya."
Beverly sighed as she stuffed her mask into her gym bag. "We can't keep doing this forever. I want to go to college and raise a family. I'm definitely not going to do that if I go out every night looking for crime that doesn't alway happen."
The group looked to Annemarie, who showed her lack of objection with a shrug. They turned to Sig Rune, who was very secretly Sigrun Odinsdaughter and the lost valkyrie from the realm of the gods. If any would resent putting away the costumes, it would be the battle-hungry demigoddess.
"You have all been mighty comrades... if not true divine warriors like myself." That had been an amusing first meeting when she'd misread the wanted ad. "But I do miss the land of the Allfather. I have enjoyed my stay in the mortal realm, but I should seek his wisdom and return to him," Sigrun confessed.
Kim, glad to be rid of the skimpy skirt of her magical Kaiju outfit, rested a consoling hand on her shoulder. "It doesn't mean we'll stop seeing each other."
"Are you kidding?" Candy smiled as she tucked the last of her Diva spandex into her backpack. "As soon as you're all eighteen, I'm buying drinks for everyone."
"But the drinking age is twenty-one," Beverly pointed out, even if she got a very confused look from Sigrun by saying so.
"I know what I said," Candy grinned wider, getting her a high-five from Annemarie.
"You're all some of the worst good girls I know," Carmen chuckled, hugging Diva from behind before grabbing Anne to drag her into it. "I'm never forgetting any of you locos, or the evil punks we've stopped from taking Saphire City from us."
The girls piled into a quick group hug before saying their goodbyes for the night. A few would keep up the superhero business for a little while more, but Bev had started the end of the Teen Queens.
Twenty years later...
The costume certainly didn’t fit like a glove, but as Beverly Banks still fit into her old costume. “I’m sure the shorts didn’t ride up this much back then,” she muttered, tugging on the elastic material under her cape. It left a bit more to the imagination back then, but she’d gotten married and raised two teenagers. Of course she’d put on a little weight. But the world needed more heroes, and the girls weren’t exactly the Teen Queens anymore. They would have to become the Supermoms.

Southern Valley Sexfight High Part 2: Challenge To The Club

A continuation of the Sexfight High storyline, where grads go to become various professional sexfighters. Third part's coming to the Patreon this month, so can expect it on here after a couple months.

Annie had officially signed up for the sexfight club, along with Bonnie and Juanita. She hadn’t exactly saved the club since the team needed five to compete, but it was a start at least. Bonnie proved to be an interesting friend. It wasn’t that she wasn’t the brightest. The big chubby girl had spent a lot of time around Vanessa VonFawkes, which would make anyone a little soft spoken and uncertain. Vanessa hadn’t taken Annie’s invitation to join up and prove herself, but Samantha wasn’t overly surprised. “Bitch’s guts are as fake as her tits,” she explained. “If she doesn’t have the jugs to show up, then she’s not worth it. I’m sure not chasing her ass down.”

“I’d chase it just to watch it jiggle,” Juanita giggled, sitting back on the weight bench and using it to rest rather than work out. Annie was sitting with Bonnie, sharing a bag of Salty Bitch potato chips.

“You’re one to talk about jiggling, Juanita,” Annie teased, which prompted the Spanish girl to roll over and wiggle her booty at the rest of her team.

“What can I say? I’m the team’s best bootler.”

“Bootler?”

“Yea. It’s the word I came up with for my position on the team. It’s half booty, half battler. Bootler.”

“See,” Annie sighed, gesturing with both hands at Juanita. “At this point you’re getting into anti-jokes… you can’t just make up words and that’s a joke.”

“It’s a joke as long as it makes somebody laugh!” Juanita insisted.

“Yea,” Sam confirmed sternly. “But nobody’s laughing.”

“I am!” Juanita defended.

“So,” Bonnie finally cut in. “Is this what we do at the sexfight club? Just sorta snack and chat?”

Samantha pointed at the chubby former bully with a nod. “I like this girl. She gets to business. We train and talk strategy, that’s what.”

Annie shrugged. “And spar sometimes, right?”

Sammie frowned. “Well… yea. I might not have had any regular members in a while to practice with.”

"Well? Whatya say, captain?" Annie offered. "You want to show the new kids how it's done?"

"I'm not the new kid," Juanita pouted. "I've been here longer than you."

"Well I've known what I've been doing for longer. I was watching my mom's championship fights before I could talk." They had been fooling around with the weights a bit earlier, but it wasn't Annie's thing. Straight up fighting? Now that grabbed her.

She stepped out onto the wrestling mats on the one side of the room, pulling her top off and tossing it aside. Samantha had been stripped to her sports bra for a while, so she went right to her shorts.

"You want armored or unarmored?" Annie offered. The other two looked puzzled before Samantha took off her bra. "Unarmored. Only way to go."

Annie shrugged and joined her in stripping down to the nude.

"I bet my lunch on Annie," Juanita whispered as she sat down by Bonnie.

"But lunches are free."

"I know. I just wanted to say something cool like that."

"Alright. Pick your starting position," Samantha offered as they stepped within arm's reach.

Annie raised an eyebrow at her and smiled. "Mean it? You'll regret it..." She set her hand on Samantha's inner thigh while the darker girl rested her hand passively on her breast.

"And... sex!" Juanita chimed, the girls both flew into action. Samantha roughly squeezed and pushed on Annie's tits as she raised her hands to both of her boobs at once. Annie countered with a quick stroke of her inner thigh before delivering a light but swift slap to Samantha's pussy, putting her off-balance enough to grab her thigh again and use it to flip Samantha to the mats. Annie got behind her and wrapped her legs around the muscular girl's. She couldn't get the heavier Sam to roll over to her back, but she at least spread her out to reach down and start fingering her. Juanita cheered while Bonnie just leaned in to watch eagerly as Annie got her fingers on either side of Samantha's clit.

"Knew you liked it rough," Annie panted in the struggling Samantha's ear before nibbling on her earlobe. "You're all swolled up already down there."

"No I'm not," Samantha huffed, and Annie saw the edges of a smirk show up from behind her face.

"Really? Wow... you really ARE packing heat down there, aren't you?"

Samantha turned sharply enough to get on her side, pulling Annie's legs off of hers with her powerful hands. She turned enough to kiss Annie on the mouth, the two squirming and bucking for position. They thrust out their hips to slap into the other girl when they could, vying for position until Samantha ended up muscling her way on top. The sweaty black girl reached for Annie's crotch, but she saw it coming quick enough to clamp her knees around her wrist and keep her from it. Sam pawed around there, but largely cut her losses as she leaned far down and sucked on Annie's nipples. The brunette hissed softly, eyes fluttering at the teasing as she pulled at Samantha's hair, ineffectively trying to pry her off her chest.

That was when she really felt it. Samantha's grinding and shuffling on top of her had wound her up enough where her impressive clit got even bigger. It rubbed against Annie's belly, even protruding from the dark girl's wet lips when it reached what must have been the size of her thumb. "Ohhh, holy shit," Annie cooed as the moment dawned on her. Samantha grinned and grabbed her hair, helping hold her down and steady as she went on licking and biting her breasts aggressively.

Annie writhed and bucked beneath her, unable to move the heavier girl more than a quick bounce now and then. What looked like helpless squirming however proved to still be getting Samantha wet, eventually feeling herself sliding smoothly against the young prodigy's stomach as if she were oiled over by her natural lubricant. Annie flashed her a sweet smile behind her bedroom eyes, confirming Samantha's suspicions that she had planned it all along. With her heavier weight pressing all down on her core and hips, Samantha was doing half the work for her by being trapped in her own hold.

Samantha finally rose up, but realized that Annie still had her other arm between her legs. Annie twisted sharply and knocked Samantha onto the mats again, bracing one knee down on Sam's hard bicep and leaning down to her hips. She committed both hands to forcing one of the black girl's legs open, exposing the protruding clit to the open air of the gym. Annie leaned on the one leg to keep them from closing like a beartrap between her might legs, allowing her to bury her face into the dark-skinned muff and sucking loudly and wetly. Sam moaned loudly, trying to reach across her own chest to start fingering at Annie's crotch. She made some progress, but she was working at a weird angle and with Annie's foot starting to tease her nipples with her toes. It wasn't long before Annie locked her lips around her clit, bobbing her head to suck it like her own personal Push Pop while she fingered the flesh just beneath it.

Samantha grunted and gave a quick, hot spurt of cum into Annie's lips and face, unwillingly signalling her submission. The two girls broke off, panting and sweating on their backs as Annie rubbed her groin to slowly start calming herself down. Winning meant all that buildup and no release. Juanita cheered and whistled while Bonnie just grinned and clapped. "Wow, nice shit, you two," the ex-bully praised. "You're a real league of your own."

"Still lost," Samantha puffed, sounding a bit disappointed but by no means mad. "You really are legit out there on the mats."

Annie smiled as she wiped some sweat from her brow. "Power bottom strategy. Some girls like being in control, so you let them think they are to make them hornier. Some advanced stuff, but handy if you know how to use it. But not your fault. You said it yourself, you haven't had anyone to spar with in a while. You've got some amazing potential in you when you know where to aim it." Annie whistled as she glanced towards Samantha's vagina, the bulging clit still poking out from her lips. "Cuz seriously, you need to aim that thing somehow. I'm not even sure how you'd pee with that thing in the way."

The girls giggled and Samantha nodded. "Yea, she's a beauty, huh?" she boasted, stroking her pussy and tracing the fleshy bud with one finger until she shuddered. "What made you sneeze, though?"

"Made me what?" Annie tilted her head as her senses came back to her.

"Right around the end there. When you grabbed my arm, I heard you sneeze. Thought it was my sweat smelling or something."

"No... I mean, yea, you do have that," Annie corrected carefully. "It's nice though. Real natural. But... one second." Annie stood back up, still naked as she went over to mess with the rack with the dumbells. The girls watched her fiddle her hands around... doing absolutely nothing but pretend to do something. After a few seconds of this, she spun around, grabbed the door to the club/gym and flung it open.

Two identical-looking, light-skinned Asian girls fell through the door and landed at Annie's feet. They were of slim builds, but with round perky boobs stuffed behind their t-shirts. Their jugs wobbled around freely to show there was no bra holding them in place. They both had glasses and wore short skirts that flashed brightly colored thongs, one purple and one green, that matched the color of their glasses frames.

"Fak!" one cursed as she pushed the other off of her.

"Sexfighting ain't a spectator's sport," Samantha growled, stepping over to the intruders.

"Technically..." Annie said with an unsure wave of her hand.

"The CLUB isn't," she sighed in reply.

"Oh! It's Yu's!" Juanita blurted suddenly.

"You who?" Bonnie asked, turning to her.

"No you. Yu's!"

"Holy Mary, Juanita, we don't need your jokes right now..."

The Spanish girl hopped off her seat and pointed at the girls. "No, I recognize them from Anatomy class. They're the exchange kids from Japan, Fak and Suk Yu."

Samantha frowned at the sexy pair of twins who boosted themselves to their feet. "Knowing who helps, but I'm wondering why they were here."

"We're just watching," one girl insisted, fixing her glasses as she stood back up.

"Most folks pay good money for that," Annie teased, and stepped up to the duo, proudly naked as she stuck out a hand. "Annie Snatch. You probably heard of me with the bullshit from yesterday, but nice to meet you."

"Fak," said with the girl with green frames as she took the hand.

"Suk," added the one in purple, shaking her hand by taking it from her sister.

"I'm gonna pretend that was you two being polite," Annie grinned back. She was surprised when they giggled at what must have been a variant of the oldest joke they'd ever heard. "Really clever of your parents, though." When Sok started to roll her eyes and explain, Annie cut in for her. "The two Japanese empresses who fought in the War Of The Romantic Three Kingdoms, after their sister refused their ceremonial orgy for the year. Great fighters, so must have been a real honor to be named after them."

The twins stared back at her, but Suk nodded slowly. "Yes... actually. Impressive."

"Yea, well... I read a lot of history and mythology. I'd be bored to tears in Sexfight History if Domsley didn't make it so interesting. Come on in." Annie gestured to the room, even if it didn't have any seats so much as a number of workout benches and mats. They sat cross-legged on one of the unstained mats while Samantha gave Annie a strange look. She wondered why Annie was inviting the snooping girls into the club room, but Annie winked back at her. "So, you two are into sexfighting, are you? Any good at it?" Aha.

"Of course we are. We're in Southern Valley for the sexfight curriculum," Fok answered matter of factly.

"We were going for the teamwork track. And you know how much they like twins and siblings for that," Suk pointed out.

"Yea, must be nice knowing what you're doing with your education," Annie sighed. The teamwork track was for people willing to commit to some form of partnership. Like they said, lovers or sisters who were close enough in age tended to sign up for that line of schooling. Tag team and group fighting were standard for the course, as well as a bit of management on the back end of things. Definitely useful to have around. "Ever thought of putting it into practice?"

The girls traded questioning glances. They weren't saying no, but they clearly had their doubts. "Well, we don't want it to interfere with our studies. And we've heard about the curse..." Suk started.

"So have I," Annie said with a shrug. "I like a challenge, and I'm pretty sure the bunch of us are stronger than some curse." Samantha had to smile at that one.

"And you haven't got much of a team right now... numbers-wise. Most schools have at least seven, if not ten," Fok added.

"You two would make it six. That's a pretty good start for my second day here, right?"

The girls met each other's eyes, and Annie was pretty sure twin telepathy was a myth, but they were definitely contemplating quietly. "And you think you can win it all?"

"Freshman finals, at least," Annie said with a proud smirk. "Quote me on that, Sammy."

"Then fight us." The twins sat up, and almost autonomously removed their glasses, passing them to Fok who neatly folded them and set them on the edge of their bench. "Two of you against two of us. If you can beat our level of teamwork, I think we're convinced it's worth the effort."

"No need." Annie stepped away and picked up her shorts, smacking Juanita on the bottom while she was down there. "Juanita can take them both."

"What?!" Everyone looked up at that, especially Juanita.

Annie went and sat back on the workout bench, taking another of Bonnie's chips before rolling the bag shut to keep herself from eating the rest. Sometimes her self-control went beyond holding in orgasms. "I said you got this. I've seen your moves. I got a read on them. You can beat 'em by yourself."

Junita scurried over to Annie with a nervous smile on her face. "Uh... Annie? I might have never had a serious sexfight before..."

"Juanita..." Annie said consolingly, resting a hand on her friend and roommate's shoulder. "I don't believe you've had a serious ANYthing in your life. But this? You can do this. Just use your head a little. You're smarter and tougher than you think. Just..." She tugged on Juantia's hair, pulling her head down and whispering into her ear. Juanita comically raised an eyebrow as she listened in.

"Really? So..."

Annie clamped her fingers together, cuing her to shut up. "Yes. And don't spring it right away. Wait for the moment, then knock em dead."

"Thanks, Annie," Juanita said, flashing her a genuine smile rather than the bright bit of sunshine of a grin that she usually had. It made Annie smile a little brighter herself than the usual grin (or groan) that Juanita used to get her out of her own funk.

"So? Underarmor or unarmed?" Juanita asked, cracking her knuckles as she stepped out to the mats.

The twins giggled at her slip up on the phrase, but dropped their skirts and tossed off their tops to expose their smooth and hairless bodies. "Unarmored."

"See? I like these ones too," Samantha muttered, folding her arms as she sat naked next to Annie.

"So... why Juanita?" Bonnie asked, giving Annie a curious look.

"You'll see. Just enjoy the fight," she assured, leaning back in her seat. She spread out her legs and started to rub herself, readying her body to do just that. She was still all pent up from her fight with Sam, after all. “Annnd sex!”

Suk and Fok split up right away, moving in quickly as Annie had expected. Juanita may not have seen it coming, but she reacted instinctively. When they each grabbed one of her arms to try and drag her down, the Spanish girl whipped her hips to one side. Her proudly jiggly butt slapped into Fok's crotch, getting her to gasp and pull back from the surprising bump to her groin. Suk pulled to try to compensate, but Juanita's hips bucked back twice as fast into hers. Suk gave a sharp gasp and clutched her crotch as the chubby cheek smacked into it, recoiling from the first swing as if Juanita were dancing at the club rather than fighting.

"Careful now!" Juanita chirped teasingly. "You're up against the team's number one buttler."

"What?!" Fok grunted in confusion as she started to regroup.

"It's a word I made up!"

"That's a real word, Nita!" Bonnie called to her.

"What? Bootler?"

"You said 'butler!"

"Oh shit, right. Did I really say that?"

Juanita was distracted enough that Suk was able to lunge forward and wrap her arms around her middle, trying to fling her to the mats. Juanita flailed her arms to stay up for a few seconds, but Fok pushed her breasts to knock her the rest of the way. Juanita twisted as she fell, so while she went down the direction Fok wanted, she landed with her butt smacking into her sister's face. Suk gave a muffled grunt as the Spanish girl's naked butt landed on her, and Juanita wasted no time in grabbing Fok around the knees. She pulled her forward and buried her face into her pussy, gladly kissing and licking away at the Asian's snatch.

Suk managed to push Juanita off of her, making the bottom-heavy girl tumble forward and drag Fok down with her. She held onto the twin's legs and kept her face buried inside her, holding her legs up in the air as she licked the moaning girl. Juanita ended up on all fours and Suk pounced onto her back, grabbing her by the breasts like a pair of handles. It turned out to be one of the worst positions for her to be in, since Juanita just had to lean forward and then thrust her hips back like a bootylicious bullet. It knocked Suk clear off her feet, Juanita leaning back and grinding her curvy butt against Suk's pussy while still kissing and stroking her sister.

Both twins cried out, but pulled back. They both rubbed their damp pussies, trying to take control of their own sexuality again as Juanita braced for more. "Come on, doublemint twins. I can do this all day. And don't get me wrong, I'd totally love to."

The Yu's were starting to get why Annie seemed so confident. Her heavy hips and slippery maneuvers made her a hard target to surround, making it easy for her to play one twin against the other in terms of blocking. The sisters caught each other's eyes and lunged in again on their knees. Juanita locked up with Fok from the front, who locked her legs and lips with the Spanish sexfight student. Suk came from behind once she was tangled up, wrapping her legs around Juanita's waist and reaching around to grope and finger her.

"Theeeere we go," Annie sighed, starting to masturbate a bit more rapidly as Juanita moaned and pawed at their legs. "They do know their stuff. Oldschool Chinese Fingering Trap technique. Push on one end and the other gets tighter."

"So you knew they were going to double-fuck her and still sent her in?" Sam asked incredulously.

"Well sure. What do you think I talked to her about?"

Juanita finally felt them locked in deep enough to make her move. The girls were both humping, groping and kissing at her body, committed to their all out attack as they rubbed their warm privates against her from opposite sides. Rather than push at one or the other, Juanita grabbed one of each of their ankles and suddenly sat up, rolling to one side like Annie had told her. She pulled each legs towards the other sister, using the momentum of their thrusts to force them to trib with each other. The girls gasped, but Juanita kept pulling and holding onto them.

The twins wailed and squirmed, but the identical pussies had been locked together like they had on so many nights practicing in their bedroom. The fact that they were being forced into it by one girl overpowering them added something to the moment, and Juanita's unfamiliar pacing and angle just added more. The girls stared at each other longingly as they tried to fumble their way out of the double hold, but ultimately shuddered and bit their lips before tumbling back onto the mats.

"OHHHH FUCK!" Annie shivered herself as she squirted over her spot on the bench, sighing contently. "Alright, I needed that. Sorry. I meant 'we have a winner' or some shit."

Juanita jumped up, fists up in the air. "Woo! Double-fucked like a Twix bar, bitches! G.G., you two!"

Fok pulled herself up before helping her sister do the same. "I... didn't know you were that skilled. Juanita, was it?"

"Yup! But it wasn't skill, really. Annie just told me some tricks before we started. Mostly the leg thing though, and just to keep dancin'."

Annie wiped her fingers off on a towel and shrugged. "I saw you dancing to your ringtone this morning. I knew you had it in you when you used your booty like that."

Bonnie shook her head as she smirked at Annie. "Are you just like a sex robot under there or something? You just scan everybody just by watching us walk or dance or whatever."

Annie smiled, though more modestly. "Mom and sis... kinda put me through a lot when I was young. Not like in a bad way or nothing, but instead of times tables and movie nights, we watched classic fights and talked about stats. It makes things easier for me, I guess, so that's handy."

"Speaking of handies, I think you two made us a deal," Juanita said, grinning over at the twins.

The Yu's looked to each other and smiled as well, nodding in agreement. "We did," Fok agreed. "We would be glad to join your club. We have much to learn from you, Juanita-san." The twins were already staring with admiration at the Spanish bootler.

"Actually, my last name's Cono," Juanita corrected.

"Cheeky little bitch," Annie scolded, sitting up and slapping her on the ass.

"If I weren't so cheeky, I wouldn't have such an unbeatable booty," Juanita giggled back, wiggling her hips playfully.

"See? This is why you don't want to go learning just from her," Annie said, jerking a thumb at Juanita. "You'll end up turning into a pun monster. Maybe practice with captain and Bonnie a little. You're going to want to make sure you get used to singles matches if you're ever going to get anywhere in group fights."

"Well, rehydrate first." Sam tossed them two bottles of water from her mini-cooler, but they drank from the same one anyway.

"So we did it?" Bonnie smiled proudly. "We made a real team? We don't have to close down because of not enough members?"

"Doesn't mean we should stop recruiting," Annie pointed out. "But yea. We're official. Miss Climex is gonna cream her panties when she hears about this."

"She's not going to be the only one," Samantha pointed out, the dark-skinned nudist stepping up to the others. "We're going to leave a whole trail of girls squirting themselves. 'All the way to the finals,' was it Annie?"

"Team like this?" Annie looked over her group so far with a proud smile. A big-clitted workout fanatic. A chubby goon. A big-butt jokester. Study-centric incesty twins. And a lazy-ass knowitall prodigy. "Yea. We got this."

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/...

Fan-Picked Battle Royale

Something funded and picked out by some readers and backers when I posted out a call for characters to put into a bad girl battle royale. There's some callbacks to the Ashley girls, Valentina from the Zhang-Oh stories with some new powers, a villain from Agents of Shield... all sort of stuff picked out exclusively by posters and cans. I might just do another of these some day, but for now, enjoy the first one.
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This was it: the biggest match of the Multiversal Wrestling League had been arranged based on popular vote from fans and fighters from all manner of species and dimensions. The nine most popular combatants now stood in the ring for the main event, now that the fusion of Lara Croft and Dora the Explorer had beaten Mystique, and Jessica Rabbit had gotten a rather sloppy beating from Mrs. Buttersworth.

The fighters were all introduced around the extra large ring, from goddesses to college students. Kukulkan (formerly Quetzalcoatl) stretched in her side of the battlefield, the luchadora humanoid dragon goddess eying her opponents eagerly. She looked forward to the show that would be put on by their battle more than she did actual winning, not that she wouldn't give it her all regardless. Her long pants and mask of green and gold caught the spotlight as her bright red mane bounced along behind her.

The Greek goddess of war Enyo kept her eye on the vaguely mystical wrestler. The braided, war painted lover of Ares wore what was somewhere between a toga and a loincloth, the loose-fitting clothes barely covering what was the management had told her was required to compete.

The black-clad Valentina kept her hands on her hips, or more particularly her new revolvers. They appeared to be made of some kind of pink silver, the freshly reformed bandit queen having picked them off a couple of edgy young cupids who had been trying to shed their image as rosy-cheeked babies. The bullets would sting, though she'd rather rely on her martial arts in a ring match, but the bullets controlled human emotions; lust, fear, trust, and other settings she hadn't quite worked out to perfection. Her dark corset, high boots and long dress and coat completed her bad cowgirl look.

Aida occupied her own corner, the biological android watching her foes with a cold and calculating smirk. She was expected to be the wild card, an unstable and hateful AI put into a sexy artificial human body (a tall looker with long brown hair). The passably biological parts hid that she packed enough hardware to wield bursts of electricity, super strength, teleportation, and other advanced goodies to give her an edge.

Sharona shout out her hair around her horns and stretched her arms overhead. She looked forward to beating down the other divine creatures in the fight, tugging on the thighs of her skirted, spandex one piece they'd given her for the match. She shook out her red-pink hair until it whipped and forth between her booted legs, ready to let loose her demonic instincts against her foes.

Aunt Gertie was an odd one for the match for her own reasons. She was the manifestation of the spirit of Germany, but a rathe apologetic sort as of late. She was trying to shed the Nazi image she'd been stuck with over the last century or so. The busty, thickly-build blonde wore a snug brown uniform that could easily be associated with SOME extremist political parties, but clearly was not. She had gone over the armbands with a sharpie to show off the windmills that were so popular in her homeland.

Gabriella and Casey were odd in that they had no real powers to speak of whatsoever. Their popularity had landed them in the fight, though with implications of seduction and bribery involved in the rumor mill (Sharona had muttered about how she would have done the same "if it were THAT easy!"). They were both dark-haired college girls, though Casey was taller with big alluring eyes. Gabriella was shorter with a toned and perky ass.

"You think we can really do this? I think that one chick's a robot," Casey muttered to her teammate. The fight was a battle royale, but they'd made a point to both get put together in the fight so they could double team and use their numbers to their advantage.

“Just don’t let em see you sweat. And go for the little one instead,” Gabriella instructed, pointing towards the cute little succubus. “And watch out for that one.”

Kym Jane leaned in one of the corners, still smoking a joint and clad in her fishnet two-piece that hardly covered anything. Enyo would scowl at her for being allowed to wear that little as she exploited the technicality that she was wearing SOMEthing over her tits and ass. The girl had plenty of each, and she planned to use them and every dirty trick in the book to bring down the rest of her fellow lunatics.

A quick rundown of the rules made it clear; any ladies giving up, knocked out, or pinned for 5 seconds was out. With that out of the way, the bell rang and the girls rushed in.

Kukulkan and Enyo went right for each other, the battling godesses grabbing each other's hands and pushing against each other with gritted teeth. Enyo shifted and rammed a knee into Kukulkan's stomach, getting a grunt from the dragon goddess. She soaked up the hit, but grabbed the Greek fighter's attacking leg before hefting her up into a perfect suplex, drinking up the cheers of the crowd at the impressive maneuver.

Sharona dove for Aida, but the AI caught her by the neck and threw her aside. Sharona's back bounced painfully off one of the turnbuckles with a sharp groan while Kym went charging for the synthetic woman. She threw a punch for Aida's face, but she easily caught the fist in her hand and squeezed. The fetish model gave out a shrill scream of pain, but didn't grab for Aida's wrist. Her other hand was too busy holding her lit cigarette, which she jammed into Aida's eye. However robotic, Aida let out a scream and clutched for her face, wiping the ash from her face while Kym Jane slammed her in the crotch with a low kick. "At last some part of you's natural," Kym grinned as she rubbed her sore knuckles. "I thought you were all silicon tits and silicon chips."

Valentina drew and aimed her gun over at the approaching Auntie Gertie. "I'd watch your step there, kraut. You'll want to be careful who you make an enemy out of."

"Please!" Gertie gasped in her thick and rich German accent. "Kraut is a derogatory term from an older time, and I always work towards putting the past behind us." She flexed one thick hand to crack her knuckles. "I vill not, however, let such an obvious villain go unpunished."

"Suit yourself." Valentina fired, but was surprised when Gertie  thrust out her palms towards her. There was a loud noise of rushing water, but yellow-brown beer sprang from her hands and rushed towards the bandita. Valentina's bullet struck in between Gertie's impressive bosoms, sending both girls flying back. The Western villainess was blasted back over the ropes, tumbling from the ring and landing awkwardly on the outside.

Gertie rubbed her stinging chest for a moment before her eyes widened. Fear overtook her, seeing Valentina's dark clothes as spreading shadowy wings. "AHH!! Hilfe!!" she shrieked, turning and running from her downed foe rather than pursuing. She grabbed the cornered Sharona by the shoulder with panic in her eyes. "Dis woman! She is... a demon!"

"I have some bad news for you," Sharona said grimly as she grabbed Gertie by the hair.

Valentina had started to get back up, groggy and sticky from the blast of beer. "I always thought I was one to hold my liquor," the bandit grumbled, wiping some wet hair from her face. She was suddenly "helped" to her feet as Gabby grabbed her by the hair and pulled, leaning through the ropes and tearing at her dark locks.

"Got her!" Gabby reported as Casey slid out under the ropes. Casey punched Valentina in the stomach a few times, getting winded grunts from the trapped outlaw. Even as a thieving bandit queen, at least Valentina had always fought her opponents one on one.

Valentina kicked Casey in the stomach to shove her back into the guardrail. "Doesn't seem a little unsporting to you slutty smallfry?" she growled as she elbowed back into Gabriella's stomach.

"All's fair in a brawl. Too bad you don't have anyone worth teaming up with!" Casey crowed back.

"Then I'm sure you'll appreciate this." Valentina drew another of her Cupistols and fired a quick shot into Gabriella's thigh. The coed yelped from her higher ground as the bullet for betrayal kicked in. She growled and pounced over the ropes, tackling into Casey and the former allies starting to slap and claw at each other on the arena floor.

Enyo drove a few punches into Kukulkan's ribs as they grappled along the mats. "Foolish dragon! The Greeks invented wrestling!"

"Then it was the Mayans perfected it!" the redheaded dragon laughed back, rolling sharply and bending the war goddess into a boston crab. Enyo cried out in pain as her back was bent, the dragoness' powerful arms stretching out her leg muscles. It was starting to seem hopeless when Sharona threw Auntie Gertie by the hair, the husky woman colliding with Kukulkan and sending them both tumbling into the ropes.

"You immortal types should pay more attention to your surroundings," Sharona taunted as she moved after them. Kym had bent Aida over and started pounding on the back of her head when the AI thrust a hand into her big tits and released a blast of electricity. Kym went flying right between Sharona and Enyo, but the demoness didn't even alter her pace as she went over to the divine warrior.

Aida went to intercept her, just as a few loud pings sounded off against her back. She turned to find Valentina had pulled herself back into the ring, her emotional weapons leveled at her.

"You picked the wrong enemy to make, cowgirl," Aida growled at her.

"Then I picked the right kind of bullets for you." Valentina had switched it to affection, so Aida felt a strange rush of warmth as she focused her gaze on Valentina. "Now go fight those girls for me, won't you, sweetie?"

"Of... course," the artificial woman muttered dizzily, rubbing her head and turning back to face Valentina's foes instead. There was a shakey smile on her face as she pursued everyone but the bandita.

Enyo had already locked up with Sharona, the Greek goddess punching Sharona across the face to bring her to one knee. Sharona quickly bypassed the warrior's defenses with a punch to the crotch, surprising the goddess and flipping her over her shoulders. Enyo landed hard, but hooked her arm around Sharona's leg and dropped her to the mats with her, the two rapidly scrambling for position on top of each other as they kicked and clawed.

"My hair! You bitch!" Gabriella yelped, grabbing Casey's shirt and ripping it open to expose her bra.

"Dirty skank!" Casey hissed back, pulling and ripping Gabby's pants to reveal her thong panties to the cheering crowd. The bullets had easily overpowered their weak minds, leaving them obsessed with their own battle rather than the match itself. Just inside the ring, Kukulkan had shoved Gertie off of her and gotten her in a chokehold from behind. The busty blonde pulled and thrashed, face turning red from the dragoness' stranglehold.

"You grapple with gods and demons, woman! Submit!" the dragoness demanded.

"Ya," Gertie grunted, tugging at the arms. "But you face ze collective might of Germany's indomitable spirit!" She couldn't overpower the goddess' arm, but she could lean forward and shoulder-toss her to the mats. Kukulkan landed with a loud slam, Gertie quickly following up with rapid stomps to her abs and chest. "How does zat feel for a non-racially specific strength?!"

Kukulkan curled up defensively, blocking some of the stomps but impressed by the overly-German woman's strength. She caught her by the foot and shoved her back, Gertie flopping into the turnbuckle behind her. Kukulkan sprang up in a quick somersault, charging at the blonde to follow up but Gertie yelped and dove aside. Kukulkan bounced her big chest off the ringpost with a grunt, but before she could turn Gertia had already grabbed the back of her costume and hurled her high over the ropes.

The acrobatic lucha was well at home in the ring, and so reflexively lashed out a hand to grab onto the top rope. She was ready to slingshot herself back at Gertie, but looked down in time to see Casey and Gabby still bickered and attacking each other outside the ring. They had stripped each other down to their underwear, with Casey on top as she spanked Gabby viciously. Gabby was screaming but leaned up enough to pull on Casey's hair in return. Deciding that two heads bashed in were better than one, Kukulkan swung herself straight down instead and landing in one big body splash across their backs. Casey and Gabby were easily crushed by the incoming divebomb, flopping into a heap beneath the redhead as she raised her fists in sweaty triumph. She locked her powerful legs around both of their heads at once, leaving the bullies breathless and gagging as the lucha goddess let the audience count out their pin, causing them to vanish from the arena.

Sharona heard the crackling behind her and readily dove out of the way, leaving Enyo to be blasted by the lightning coming from Aida's hands. The Greek was blasted into the ropes, bouncing off in a smoking heap as she coughed on the mats. Sharon glared at the powerful robotic woman, unsure if she should clash with her when she could be more strategic instead... or go after one of those damned goddesses. Kym indifferently leapt onto Sharona's back, reaching over to claw at her tits. The redhead shrieked in pain, but had to duck down to avoid another blast of lightning from Aida.

"I'm getting real tired of this electric shit!" Sharona snapped in frustration as she struggled to get Kym off of her.

"It's why I always go battery-powered with my toys," Kym grinned, grabbing both of the demoness' breasts and leaning back, lifting her front up in a kind of twisted surfboard hold. Sharona howled in pain, but as Aida readied another blast for them, she was cut off by Gertie. She gave another thrust of her hand, beer-bending a wave of amber liquid into the cybernetic woman. There was a lot of smoke and fizzling as it surrounded her in a thick bubble of beer, shorting out her hands' generator.

"Ah, beer. Is zere nothink you cannot fix?" Gertie grinned. Aida appeared to choke on the stuff for a moment before she suddenly vanished in a burst of light, teleporting to the other side of the ring. "Ach du lieber! Zis is bordering on cheating now!"

"Just glad she's on my side," Valentina chuckled. Kym looked up just as she threw a roundhouse kick into the model's face, knocking her off of Sharona. "What do you say, red? Work for me until we clean up the rest?"

Sharona nodded, Valentina helping her up and going back to back with her as they moved towards a corner. Sharona spoke up briefly. "You should read your demon lore a bit closer. Hell was built on treachery..." With that, she reached over and grabbed Valentina's guns, crushing them to bits in her hands.

"What?! You hellborn bitch! I got those from cupids!" the outlaw seethed.

"Really? Even better. Fuck those chubby little angel bastards," Sharona scoffed.

Aida had frozen on the spot as the angelic weapons' powers faded. She blinked slowly and held her head, pulling at some of her hair. "You... you made me love you!" she seethed. "You manipulative... awful... you made me love! Do you know how much I HATE love!?" she barked furiously. An intense heat radiated off of her as steam started to rise from body. "I can't stand those in love... I'm going to end all of you... and me for doing such a crime!"

"Nice one!" Sharona snapped, shoving Valentina towards the steaming and crackling AI. "Stop her!"

"How?! You broke my guns!" Valentina snapped back, throwing a kick back into Sharona's stomach. "You get her!"

Gertie ran to hop out of the ring and hide behind the ring apron. "I know when I'm in over my head! I've learned my lesson! Don't start a land-war in Russia, and don't pick a fight with exploding robots!"

Enyo and Kym Jane tried to escape, but were too busy punching and clawing at each other to get out. Kym hit her with a kidney punch, but Enyo headbutted her back in their race to escape. With the girls all too tangled with each other to escape the blast radius, no one was able to stop Kukulkan from rushing into the ring and spearing Aida right in the chest. The two crashed down outside the ring, Aida grabbing for the dragoness but getting grabbed by her arms and pinned instead.

"Let me destroy them!" Aida snarled at her, but unable to overpower the Aztec goddess.

"No can do," Kukulkan said with a wry smirk. "A match where no one wins... that is no fun for the audience." Her one-liner got a quick cheer from the crowd as she shouted out over them. in a booming voice. She dramatically counted to five, just before Aida self-destructed outside the ring. It rattled the arena and shook the ring, knocking the girls over, but the light faded and Kukulkan was still in one piece, but slumped against the ring from the point blank blast. She and any remains of Aida were warped from the ring while the crowd cheered her noble and badass sacrifice.

The fighters slowly realized what had happened, taking a moment to recall that they were still fighting before getting back into it. Valentina threw a straight kick into Sharona's stomach, launching her back and away. Enyo picked up Kym by the hair and spiked her hard into the middle of the ring, bouncing her off the mats before the brunette clutched her back in pain. Enyo tried to pursue her when Gertie grabbed her leg from outside the ring, tripping her to the mats flat on her chest.

"Always with these meddling mortals!" Enyo growled, kicking at the blonde.

"Germany shall live forever!" Gertie declared. "Hail... er... freedom!" With that she pulled hard on Enyo's leg and drove her crotch into the hard elastic of the ropes. The goddess howled and struggled with her while Kym grabbed the Greek by the arms, pulling in the other direction. Enyo only briefly considered that it might be a rescue, but quickly realized Kym was only helping to torment her by pulling her in both directions like they wanted to split her in half.

Sharona brought herself to a stop, glaring back at Valentina. Before she could launch another attack on her, she saw Enyo trapped in the painful double hold. Unable to help but pick on a bound goddess, she grinned and switched her attention away from the cowgirl for her favored target, jumping up and driving her knee down into Enyo's stomach. The Greek grunted as she was squashed to the mats, groaning and holding her crushed abs. Gertie tried to crawl back into the ring while Valentina grabbed Kym from behind, driving a knee into her lower back just above the model's ass.

"I think I can handle you bunch now that the exploding bitch and the lucha monster are gone," Valentina smirked, latching her claws into Kym's scalp. The model was holding her aching back while the outlaw dragged her away, leaving Sharona to enjoy her latest victim. She split the war goddess' legs open and slammed her heel into Enyo's crotch. The Greek goddess screamed in pain and tried to cover up her groin while the bitter demon grinned sadistically.

"Nothing I love more than taking you righteous cunts down to size," Sharona taunted, raising her foot again and keeping Enyo's legs spread out. "I hope Ares wasn't planning on using this any time soon!"

"No! Please don't!" Enyo wailed, trying to shield her privates clumsily.

Sharona shrugged. "If you so say," she conceded, slammed her foot into Enyo's face and knocking her out cold instead of crushing her cunt. The bell sounded and the goddess vanished from the ring. The demoness gave a satisfied sigh, but hardly turned a step before she Auntie Gertie slammed bodily into her, squashing Sharona into a corner.

Kym was dragged by her hair by Valentina, the bandit queen kicking her in the stomach. "I don't need guns to deal with some bitch who acts tough and doesn't get her hands dirty," Valentina hissed. Kym Jane clawed at her attacker's arms, but took a moment to adjust her top. It was another quick gesture to slip on the brass knuckles she hid in her cleavage, intent on winning at any cost. She threw her metal-lined fist at Valentina's stomach, but the outlaw caught her wrist before it connected.

"Don't think you can surprise me that easily," she taunted, twisting Kym's wrist and getting a pained yelp out of her. "I practically invented fighting dirty back in my time."

"Yaaaagh! Well... I hope you invented pepper spray!" Kym had pulled her other secret weapon as well just in case, twisting and blasting its contents into Valentina's face. The outlaw screamed and tried to shield her burning eyes, Kym breaking free and hammering her with a few hard gut shots before flinging her across the ring. Gertie was leaning into a boob smother that had Sharona cornered and squirming in the corner, but she ducked aside when she heard the screaming Valentina flying towards her. Sharona and Valentina crashed into each other with a clumsy grunt, Kym following a moment later with a clothesline aimed for Auntie Gertie's head.

Gertie ducked under it, letting her hit the stumbling Sharona instead. Kym and Gertie traded quick glances, but the others made desperate grabs for them. The solid German lifted up Valentina, body slamming the blinded criminal beneath her to the mats. Kym threw a high kick into Sharona's head, sending her bouncing back and her head rebounding off the turnbuckle with a dull clang. Both of their foes flat on the mat, they each leapt onto them and pinned them for the 5 count with little more than a groan from Valentina and Sharona.

The last two fighters rose back up, the punkish model Kym Jane grinning across at the overly German Auntie Gertie.

"I've got to hand it to you," Kym taunted. "The whole Nazi thing was the best thing to happen to the S&M scene."

"Please! Zat is behind us! It is tasteless scum like you that keep us all from moving on," Gertie defended huffily.

"Ha! I don't need taste to kick your Auschwitz!"

"Too soon!!" Gertie erupted at her, clenching her fists and taking a swing at the model.

Kym ducked under the blow, sending a sharp slap across Gertie's bulging chest. The German gasped as her hefty boobs jiggled around, but she slammed her own fist into Kym's breast. The model yelped as her jug was crushed into her chest.

"Ow! Watch the moneymakers!" she snapped, hugging her chest. Kym went back for her pepper spray, but Gertie summoned a burst of beer to fire from over her shoulder. It caught Kym right in the face, making her drop the spray and crashing back against the ropes. Her arms grabbed onto the top for balance as Gertie summoned the beer into a dense bubble around her head. "Ho ho! Had enough, party girl?" she taunted as she waited for her to run out of air.

The bubble started getting smaller until Kym swallowed the last drop and gave a loud burp. "Good shit. I've have worse," she taunted. The German was surprised enough that Kym bounced off the ropes and dropkicked her in the chest, sending Gertie slamming to the mats. Kym mounted her back while the German was reeling, grabbing the top of her uniform and pulling it up and off.

"Nooo! My majestic mountain landscapes!" Gertie wailed miserably, but the cackling Kym tore it and her bra off, whirling the uniform over her head and flinging it to the audience. Gertie blushed and covered her chest, rolling over and firing off several more blasts of beer. Kym dodged around them with the clumsy short-range shots, grabbing Gertie by the legs and twisting on one. Gertie let out a quick cry, starting to power her way out of the move as her thick leg pulled Kym along with it. Kym dropped one more dirty trick as she shoved her hand under Gertie's skirt, burying her nails into her pussy.

"AGHHHH! Neiiiin! My Partnach Gorge!" Gertie wailed. It's a canyon in German. I Googled it. She flailed and reached for the ropes, grabbing onto them desperately. There was no rope break in the rules, and even if there were Kym probably wouldn't have stopped the combination cunt claw and leg-breaking hold.

"You can give up!" Kym laughed at her. "That or I rip you a second pussy to match the old one! You know you're ready to crack, fatty!"

Gertie had tears in her eyes as she glared back. "Dummkopf! Did you think I was holding onto ze ropes because of you?" she snapped.

Kym looked at her in confusion, but she saw a gleam of strangely yellow light go across the ring. She looked up and saw a whale-sized bubble of beer floating overhead, starting to block the spotlights. There were all kinds of excited fans in the audience, and sexy sporting events meant lots of beer for her to pull from. Combined with her own summoned supply, she'd been building it up for some time. "Enjoy some German hospitality! Have a refill!"

Kym let go of her to try to run, but what crashed down was a waterfall of booze that flushed over the entire ring. Gertie held tightly onto the ring, not immune to her own torrent but braced for it unlike the panicking Kym. When the last of it fell, Kym was in a puddle, coughing and dazed against the guard rail. She clumsily pulled herself back upright, but the wet, beer-covered, topless blonde climbed the turnbuckle by then, and when she stood back up, Kym was treated to a flying belly flop that crushed her back to the floor with a thick splash. Kym bounced hard on the floor while Gertie leaned with her hands down on her shoulders. Even with the childish pin, Kym couldn't get up from her crushing weight and the jarring splash. The bell rang out as the announcer boomed overhead.

"Here is your winner! Auntie Gertie!" The busty blonde sat up, smiling awkwardly at the delighted audience as she tried to shake off her fatigue. She started to wave, with calls of "Danke! Danke!" before she froze and slapped her arms around her chest. The crowd whistled and cheered, and with a heavy blush she conceded to lower her arms. "Ze tourism board is paying me extra for zis," she muttered under her breath.

“That’s all for tonight, everyone! Tune in next time for the Multiversal Wrestling League for Greta Gravity vs She Hulk, and your character vs that guy over there’s character!”